#all i fucking do is apologize and complain and cut and complain and apologize. imagine having to deal with this it isn’t worth it at all

[uzicel]

[rene-darling]

Imagine

You take scaramouche in after his battle and travel with him, he complains throughout it all whining about how much he hates this

Spoiler he doesn't but he'll never tell you that he enjoys you or your company..

Him being annoying and always insulting you just to get an reaction. He'll call your food bad irritate you call your fighting sloppy all to here to insult him. Humiliate him

Going away after you do cause he's 'annoyed' only to lock himself in his room and start pleasuring himself

Fingers mindlessly pounding into his sweet hole just remembering your expression...the way you glared at him insulted him oh fuck

He's too far gone now eyes rolling back as he fucks himself desperately onto his fingers cuming again and again

His red hole stretched out and abused he's gasping for air but the more he thinks about it he keeps getting wet again and again

His legs spread wide open his red hole squelching as he gags himself with his own fingers imaging it would be you

Mumbling apologies like you can here them "i-im so-...rry fuck! Mhm-..please"

He's such a whore his slutty hole still wet even after coming again and again he can't help it!

Taking pictures of himself like that all spread out and leaking for you testing the waters by sending you the picture but cutting his face off.

His legs immediately becoming weak and his hole turning wet as he heard you mumble a "fuck..."

So he does it again sending pictures to you every so often his eyes watching as your fingers trace his body on the picture

[thefreakandthehair]

steddie | rating: m | wc: 955 | tags: established relationship, use of cake as a metaphor, they're so in love your honor | art credit: @firefly-party

Eddie Munson celebrates two birthdays every year: the day he was actually born, December 19th, and the day he woke up in the hospital, April 8th. Funny enough, the latter is usually a bigger celebration. Family and friends that no longer exist in separate groups come together with all of Eddie’s foods and drinks, small gifts and sometimes, a bigger gift from the collective.

Try as they might, they’ve yet to top the Metallica tickets. 

But today is Eddie’s original birthday. December 19th— the one that’s usually swallowed up by the holidays, the one that really doesn’t mean all that much to him because, well, compared to waking up after saving the world, why would it? The last few celebrations have been tight-knit, mostly just himself, Wayne, and Steve either at Wayne’s trailer or the tiny little apartment Steve and Eddie managed to find for themselves. 

This year, it’s just the two of them with no one to blame but Mother Nature. A blizzard drops nearly three feet of snow over northeastern Indiana and no one is going anywhere, least of all Wayne whose getting up there in years. We'll make up for it later, Eddie assures him when he calls with a stream of apologies. 

How can he complain though? Wayne will make up for it, he’s snowed in with the love of his life, and the apartment smells like his favorite pasta sauce, the one he knows takes Steve hours to simmer. So no, he’s not disappointed. Not in the slightest. 

“Sorry your day got snowed out,” Steve sighs, plopping down onto the couch and draping an arm along the back of the couch, toying with the ends of Eddie’s hair. “I did get you a surprise though.” 

Eddie’s brow furrows, knitting tightly above his nose. There’s been no mail for two days, and their apartment doesn’t exactly lend itself to keeping secrets. “A surprise? What kinda surprise?”

“Well,” Steve smirks, confident in the way that always makes something stir in Eddie’s chest. “It’s not a birthday without a cake.” 

He’s so fucking lost. 

“A cake? We’ve been snowed in since Sunday and I would’ve smelled you baking in here. Also, I would’ve tasted it already, or at least demanded to lick the spoon so— wait, what are you doing?” 

Steve stands up and walks around the back of the couch, just behind Eddie. “Just close your eyes, okay? Or do I need to blindfold you?”

He can hear Steve’s smug grin without even seeing his face and now it’s not just his chest stirring. Eddie shifts I’m his seat. 

“No, no I can just close my eyes. Put a pin in the blindfold idea though.“ 

With his eyes closed, all he can do is imagine what the rustling is behind him, scenarios that will never compare to the sight he sees when Steve gives him the all clear. 

“Okay,” Steve says, his voice now coming from directly in front of Eddie. “Open.”

Very funny, brain, he thinks. My entire life since the demobats has to have been just one long, final burst of dopamine before kicking the bucket because there’s absolutely no way this is fucking real. 

Steve’s standing in front of him, shirtless, in nothing but some of the tightest shorts he’s seen Steve wear since the time he blindly walked into Scoops Ahoy asking for rum raisin and instead, got a fucking show. They’re dark maroon in hue with the word Cake printed in white script across the entirety of Steve’s ass. Moles litter his skin from the base of his neck down the flesh of his thighs, and the small indentation in his lower back is highlighted by the low waistband. Barely noticeable cuts in the sides expose what looks like black lace detailing. 

“Holy shit,” Eddie groans, unable to stop himself from reaching out and touching the soft, cotton material. 

“Yeah?” Steve looks over his shoulder with a knowing smile. “You like it?” 

Eddie fingers trace the font and he doesn’t even dare to blink. If it is a coma dream, he doesn’t want to risk waking up. “Do I like it? If I ever say no to that, Steve, take me into a field and off me because I’ve been replaced by the body snatchers.” 

Steve laughs and Eddie pulls him in closer, one hand on Steve’s hip and the other working its way up Steve’s thigh and beneath the fabric.

“Y’know,” Eddie starts, swallowing with a dry mouth around the lump in his throat. “There’s just one little problem with this birthday cake.”

“What?” Steve looks back over his shoulder again, this time confused. 

He gives his right cheek a light tap, just enough to relish in the way the plush flesh moves. “It’s not finished.”

“Oh yeah? What’s it need?” 

“You know I need my cakes frosted. And c’mon,” he leans forward and presses a kiss to Steve’s hairy thigh, just below the hem of the shorts. “Where’s the candle?”

Steve turns with a teasing grimace. “Did you just compare your dick to a candle?”

“Sure did. Is it working?” He smiles with his bottom lip between his teeth as he stands and places both hands in Steve’s hips. 

“I can’t believe it, but yeah, it kinda is.” Steve’s eyes flicker down to Eddie’s lips and back up. 

Eddie can barely get his thoughts in order, placing both hands on either side of Steve’s face and kissing him between words. 

“Best.” He kisses his forehead. “Birthday.” He kisses his nose. “Ever.” He kisses his lips. 

They make their way back to the bedroom and no one can blame him for leaving Steve’s ass littered in purpling hickies and love bites. 

It’s a cake, after all.

art by @firefly-party to celebrate @sidekick-hero's birthday today! here's a little collaboration to honor our favorite Cake Enthusiast! Sandy, we love you and hope you have the absolute best day. go give her some love, everyone!

[cheollipop]

okay but imagine after pussydrunk woosanhwa passed you around for sloppy seconds and thirds, you’re filled up to the brim with their cum so ofc woosan slurp it out of you and share it with you and hwa hehe <333

I'm gonna fight you. WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM- I barely survived this one your honour.

this kinda counts as a part one

nsfw under cut—minors dni

wooyoung went first, then san, before passing you over to seonghwa—all heavy limbs and sweat-covered skin. ever the gentleman, he kissed away your tears and held you close until the spasms shaking your body spaced out.

but then he was pushing his cock inside you, his lips parted in concentration as he watched spurts of cum leak out of your used cunt every time he sheathed himself inside you. your senses turned to mush, and you were left a drooling mess under the three men, unable to discern whose lips latched onto your nipple and whose fingers tweaked your clit. all you could feel was seonghwa's hard length pounding you with vigour, moving your body up on the bed with every rough thrust.

"our baby's not gonna walk tomorrow, is she?" wooyoung whispered against your jaw, his fingers tapping over your clit before going back to rubbing it back and forth.

san pulled off your nipple with a pop, kissing up you chest to nibble on your collarbone. "how does it feel, sweet girl? is seonghwa fucking you good?" he mumbled over your skin, pressing his palm down on your lower belly, groaning at the slight bulge.

"s-so good—hnngh!" Your back arched off the bed, hands flailing around to grab hold of Seonghwa's forearms. "please, hwa-"

"our dirty girl," seonghwa panted, his cock twitching between your clenching walls as he neared his release. "getting two loads fucked into her and still asking for more." seonghwa came without warning, his whole body shuddering while he emptied inside you and added to the mess painting your insides. "have some more, cumslut," he pulled out, lowering his head to watch a stream of cum leak out of your clenching hole, pursing his lips and spitting over your clit.

just as you were about to complain about not finishing, san was pushing seonghwa away and flipping you over, lifting your hips and sliding his hard length through your soiled folds. "can I have you once more, jagi?"

your hips jerked when his cockhead brushed over your swollen clit, a broken moan leaving your lips. "s-san-"

"you can take it, right? my good girl," he planted a delicate kiss between your shoulder blades, his cockhead prodding at your entrance. "what do you say? I'll breed you full of cum, have you leaking for days."

you nodded frantically at his words, pushing your hips back until his cock slipped inside you. he straightened up, groaning deeply as pleasure soared through his body. he peeked at your face, smiling lopsidedly at your fucked-out expression, drool pooling on the sheets under your head. San knew he wasn't going to last, and that the two men were going to tease him for it later, but the feeling of your cunt pulsing violently around him was all-consuming, and any thought not about you faded into nothing. he dug his knees into the mattress and held onto your hips, fucking into you with a desperate need and reveling in the squelch of the cum being pumped into you. with san's cockhead pressing into your g-spot, you quickly came undone, your thighs vibrating forcefully and your walls clamping down on his cock. the familiar warmth of his seed seeped through your abdomen, his heavy breaths blowing over your back where he leaned over you. he rolled his hips into your used cunt, milking himself of every last drop before pulling out.

falling sideways, you managed three deep breaths before you were being rolled onto your back, your legs spread wide open and a tongue licking up your slit. you jerked when it brushed over you clit, a whispered apology over your skin. wooyoung buried his head between your legs, slurping at your swollen enterance as it clenched and unclenched uselessly. he pulled away, grabbing san by the back of the neck and towering over him, angling his head upwards and using his other hand to pry his lips open with two fingers. rolling his tongue out, you watched as a blend of cum and his spit dribbled into san's open mouth.

"don't swallow," wooyoung instructed, licking the residue off his lips and signaling towards seonghwa—slumped against the bedhead, watching the two men silently interact.

wooyoung’s mouth was back on your pussy, panting like a dog over your leaking hole as he sucked out the last of their cum from inside you. your hips spasmed at the overstimulation, but your eyes were fixed on the two men beside you—san, with his legs thrown over seonghwa's thighs and his tongue down his throat, a line of cum streaming down seonghwa's chin while their teeth crashed against each other. seongwha's hand kneaded the younger man's ass, drawing him closer by the back of the neck to lick over the roof of his mouth, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed down the bitter liquid.

wooyoung's mouth pressed against yours, drawing your attention back to him. you tasted a blend of yourself and everyone else on his tongue, and he spat the wad of cum in his mouth down your throat. with a final peck to your lips, he pulled away and swiped his thumb over your bottom, wiping off the leftover translucent mixture and feeding it to you.

the two men beside you had already separated by the time you looked over at them again, now holding damp towels and water bottles, ready to pamper you for the rest of the night. cleaned up and trapped between the three of them, they showered you with kisses and praise until you drifted off into pleasant dream.

[bigfatbimbo]

holyyyyyyshit i just randomly thought of this so im just saying it here…….fem reader embarrassing and humiliating vox in public and using his mommy kink against him. LISTEN LISTEN OK. like, i firmly believe that vox has some kind of humiliation kink and reader just teasing him, calling him goofy ass pet names and even going has far as to call him a GOOD BOY IN FRONT OF PEOPLE?? he’s trying so hard to yell at you and keep up his little business man persona but the bulge in his pants is making it difficult to do that hahah!!!!!! ok im done i apologize for my behavior pls don’t take my phone away.

OHHHH MY GODDD THIS IDEA!! okay because Vox absolutely has a humiliation kink. Like yes.

And maybe you’re hanging around him at work a lot that day and you keep causally slipping pet names into conversation to fuck with him. Like start off small, maybe just ‘pretty boy’ or something. Okay, a little embarrassing, but not to demeaning.

Then, punctuate your sentence with the name ‘princess.’ Now that’s embarrassing. He’s the CEO of a company, not your princess! he is tho. And maybe there were even people around too so he has to just laugh it off and keep up his showmanship with like, “Oh, they’re so funny. Can you believe that? Hah, yeah, anyways—“

And then he pulls you off to the side to tell you to cut it out, still in the public eye however, just a little hushed. But then as he’s walking back, thinking he solved the issue, you yell, “Oh and Vox— Be a good boy for mommy, yeah?”

And then he probably looses his composure, and his screen gets super bright, his fists ball up and his shoulder tighten, and then he’s just like “OKAY, WHAT THE FUCK?” And trying to act as disgusted and annoyed as possible, and to be fair, he is one of those things. However, his pants are feeling awfully tight and his bulge is embarrassingly apparent.

And he can’t even leave because that would make him look miles more submissive, following you around like that, so he just has to carry on talking to people and workers like he wasn’t all hot, bothered, and needing his mommy like crazy.

So he just goes back and tries to brush what just happened off, in an increasingly more aggressive manner, “IT DOESN’T— It’s doesn’t matter, okay? Let’s continue.”

And then when he finally sees you, even if he’s calmed down since then, he’s instantly hard at the memory of the humiliation. God, he’s so fucking bratty. Trying to scorn you so hard about your ‘immaturity’ even when you remind him that he’s the one that threw a tantrum afterwards. Which makes him even more angry.

He’s still bitching when he’s rutting against your thigh while you kiss. And you definitely take the opportunity to tease him relentlessly. You grind down on his hard clothed dick while making fun of him, “Aw poor baby, now everyone who’s supposed to respect knows exactly how pathetic you are,” and “Imagine the people at work seeing you now,” and “Aw, are you embarrassed? ‘Gonna cry about it?”

And since you’re still grinding against his bulge in his pants, he’s complaining about how it’s ’not enough!’ and then ‘too much!’ and how he needs you to just take his pants off. But as much as he’s tried to deny his role in the relationship today, you decide that he ‘can’t take his pants off until he admits that he’s mommy’s little princess.’

Because god, that title is so fucking embarrassing. Imagine if his workers found out about that?

[st7rnioioss]

౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ "I really want to kiss you." pt. 2

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, swearing??😇

a/n: i didn’t really expect to make part two, but here we are. just a bunch of fluff, no plot really LMAO.

part one

pink text is reader

blue text is matt

love you all so so much!!!🤍

౨ৎ

Friday, 9:23 pm

“Hey, you home yet?”

“Not yet, still on my way. You looked good today”

“Stop, I’m blushing”

“What I’d do to sit beside you and watch”

“Matthew, you should concentrate on not getting run over. Cut the flirting!!!”

“Sorrryyy, I can’t help it, it’s not my fault you’re practically perfect”

“I LOVE YOI SO MUCH STOP”

-

Sunday, 8:47 pm

“Oh my God, finally! I can’t believe it took you guys that long,” Madi exclaimed on the other end of the phone.

“Yeah, he honestly kinda took me by surprise. I didn’t actually expect him to kiss me, but I had my suspicions,” you said, tucking yourself up in your covers in your soft bed.

“Tell me everything tomorrow at school, please! Also, do you think Nick and Chris knows?” Madi asked.

“Yeah, Nick texted me that Matt came home stumbling into the kitchen, yelling ‘I finally kissed her!’ and then proceeded to smile and ramble about the whole thing. His parents knows too,” you couldn’t help but blush at the imagination.

“Stop, that’s adorable. Anyways, I gotta go, I’m sorry! Tell me all about it tomorrow!” she said, the frown practically being audible.

“No it’s fine, Madi! I love you!” you said just before hanging up.

-

Monday, 12:21 am

“And then he asked me to kiss me again,” you giggled, taking a sip of your soda as you watched Matt turn beet red.

“Shut up, you’re embarrassing me,” he mumbled, playing with his lunch food as he looked down at you beside him. Chris was playfully hitting Matt’s shoulder, a proud expression on his faces, his mouth full of food. Nate was laughing at Chris, trying not to spit his food out.

“Finally! This was honestly painful. If only you knew how many times he came home just to ramble about you. Exhausting!” Nick sent a look to Madi who nodded, both smiling playfully at Matt. This made you blush, grabbing Matt’s hand under the table, looking up at him to smile softly.

“Well, he’s my boyfriend now, so you guys can stop complaining now,” you laughed, squeezing Matt’s hand. Matt sent a cheesy smile, giving your cheek a quick peck.

“Gross. At least don’t kiss during lunch,” Chris complained.

“Chris, shut up and eat your food with a closed mouth,” you mumbled, the whole table laughing at Chris’s offended expression.

-

Monday, 7:49 pm

“Matt, you’ve got to be kidding,” you laughed while yelling at Matt. You were walking on the sidewalk, the pouring rain rapidly soaking your shirt.

First he had suggested that you just took an uber home from the McDonald’s, but then he got the fantastic idea to walk instead. You liked the idea until it’s started raining heavily.

“Oh my God, my mom is gonna kill me,” Matt laughed, throwing an arm around your shoulder, looking down at you, completely drenched. In a white shirt, of course.

“Well, it was your idea!” you protested, crossing your arms because you got colder.

“Oh? So it’s my fault? You agreed to walk instead of taking an Uber!” he laughed, poking your cheek. You grabbed his finger with a soft smile, rolling your eyes at him.

“Stop fucking poking me, Matt” you lowered your voice, not letting go of his finger. He then eventually got free from your grip, intertwining his fingers with yours. He just smiled at you as an apology, and it sure as hell worked.

“Well, I’m enjoying myself. I like spending time with you, even if it’s in the pouring rain,” he shot a somewhat shy smile, his eyes darting between your eyes and your chest. He then eventually settled on your eyes, leaning closer to whisper in your ear.

“You’re so gorgeous, even completely soaked. I love you, you know that, right? I’m glad I decided to kiss you on that park bench,” he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, making you halt your walk.

“Oh stop it, Matthew, you’re making me flustered,” you blushed, covering your face in your hands.

“Hey, don’t do that, I want to see your pretty face, just like I told you!” he giggled, grabbing your hands to lower them from your face. You locked eyes with him, reaching for his now soaked hair to move it out of your way, pecking his forehead gently.

“I love you way more,” you cheekily smiled, the both of you continuing to walk, Matt’s arm around your shoulder, yours around his waist.

a/n: i’m screaminggngnnggg😕😕😕 chris fluff coming soon😈

[female-hysterics]

Ok I'm sorry but being pussydrunk just sounds like Steven to me. Maybe Marc if he works on his need to build walls but he'd need to be very comfortable for that.

Just imagine you get back from a long trip (or he does, doesn't matter) and he finally gets you all alone in the apartment. He's pretty much tackling you to the couch as soon as you get your coat/shoes off, and at first you think about how cute it is 🥺🥺 He's laying on top of you, holding you so tight, whining softly into your chest or neck about how much he missed you and then he's begging you to run your fingers through his hair, and how could you say no to that sweet pout, huh?

You get up to unpack and he's following you to the bedroom. You realize you need groceries and he's following you to the store. You have to fight him off you while you're making dinner so he doesn't burn or cut himself, he's so needy. Eventually you settle on watching a movie while cuddling on the couch in hopes that it'll calm him down a little, cause you're not sure how he'll survive tomorrow when you have to leave for work. But soon after the movie starts you feel him hard as a rock against your thigh 😳

He'll apologize SO much if you mention it lmao, and you'll have to reassure him that it's ok, he's your boyfriend, if anything you're happy he feels attracted to you and wants to fuck you.

You didn't expect getting railed into the couch, face down ass up with your boyfriend in such a frenzy it feels like he's gone feral, one hand around your neck and the other shoving his fingers in your mouth but, ya'know. Can't complain.

(And also last thing but imagine the come down 😭😭 He's so dumb it's also impossible to talk to him. There's no way in hell you manage to get him off you, he's staying INSIDE you till he falls asleep, head on your boobs and your hand scratching at his scalp. Fully beyond words, just the feeling of your skin on his and the warmth of your body)

YYEEEESSSS I love this so much!! 🥵🥵🥵🥵 Pussydrunk is my new favorite kink I SWEAR 🥵😤

Steven would ABSOLUTELY be pussydrunk on you 🥴🥴

If you spend any time away from him, either he’s doing Moon Knight business or you are busy with work, he is extremely needy by the time you are able to settle down with him. He needs the constant touches and skin contact with you and would absolutely lay directly on top of you while whining about how much he missed you. He would slide his hands underneath your shirt to feel your skin while he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

And when his wandering hands eventually leads you to be halfway naked bent over the coffee table as he fucks you with pure desperation.

He keeps one hand on your throat so he can keep you in place and he has his fingers in your mouth because he needs to feel you. His hips are snapping against yours in a brutal pace that leaves you crying out and gripping the coffee table like your life depends on it and he’s whimpering in your ear about how good you feel, how much he missed your tight cunt, and how much he loves you. When he’s finally spent and you are a boneless mess sprawled on the couch he will refuse to get off of you. He will stay buried inside you while he mouths lazily at your breasts and you have no choice but to be aggressively cuddled and so you just bask in his affection and try to rest. 

Knowing Steven, as soon as he wakes up, he’s going to start all over again.

[uchihaharlot]

I'm here, to pervert this humble profile hahaha 🤣 How would Obito and Shisui react if after a hard day they came home and found that their beloved had prepared a stage in the room to give him an erotic dance (she is in lingerie or maybe a costume sexy) I love these men, excellent day for you 🙃

LOL. 😂 ‘Humble profile.’ Sorry this took a few days. I’m thinking I’ll let the asks pile up during the week a little. It’s much easier to sit down and be horny all at once than it is to be touch and go during the week. 😂 I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely in the mood for these two all the time, but a 15 minute work break is not nearly enough to continue the groove.

This is a heathens den. 🤭🥹 I can’t imagine anything more humble than drippy cocks and the men who wield them so perfectly.

NSFW; below the cut for some steamy Uchiha receiving a lap dance…and then some. Sorry, I (for obvious reasons) went a bit more on the Shisui side.

Obito:

A little bit concerned if I’m being honest, only at first. The only ‘poles’ he’s familiar with are chakra spears lol sure he’s heard of a stripper pole before, but never actually seen one.

Boy is sweating. Frothing at the mouth! Even more so when she swats his hands away! ‘Can I…can I touch you? Once?’ That damned laced piece she wears entices his hands and body to act of its own accord.

‘Touch me with your eyes.’ 😏 Well, ok then ma’am.

Obito will shamelessly use the sharingan to watch her every move. Ass, breasts and stomach are key points his sights devour. How easily he could rip that skimpy piece of lingerie off.

But… Tobi is a good boy, you see, he is patient. Waits his turn and when she grinds her ass into his lap then he will take what’s rightfully his. There is not much in the way of stopping this man, truthfully he’s still hopped up on the juice from the Ten Tails.

Extrudes his intentions through bliss glazed eyes before shoving her face down into the arm chair. Usually it’s Obito that is the one immobilized, but he’s far from it. Cramping his beautifully hard cock into her soft moist center the second he’s removed that dainty article of clothing. Sufficiently fucking her and himself stupid.

Shisui:

Heh. Surprised, but not unwelcomed. She is definitely a bit nervous now, Shisui is just so damn hot in his captains livery — fresh home from a mission... Sitting on the couch manspread and arms draped over the top. He certainly wasn’t expecting this sort of thing when they started living together…won’t complain either!

Hands. Wants to have his hands all over her from the start. Twirls her around and kisses her lower back. Who is seducing who here?? This was supposed to be a show for him! While she will do that cute little routine she worked on the last few days, the sound of arm bracers and basically the rest of his gear clatters. One by one to the floor. Even more nervous now, but why????

‘Keep going…’ he breathes out. This is exactly what he needs right now.

Oof, she falters a little bit, thankfully Shisui has basically stripped down to his boxer briefs. The swell of his semi presses against her ass so lovingly. Kindly making its presence known.

Shisui is not a dancer 😂 I mean, not like this. Seeing his s/o put her heart on her sleeve for him this way just makes his insides melt and his dick hard as fuck. It was a really sweet gesture and he apologizes profusely with each gentle thrust for interrupting her show since now she’s ended up inoperable. Beneath him on the couch, folded up delicately like some damn origami piece. Shisui has no chill, if his s/o is putting on a show for him; he’s going to give her one right back.

He’s going to express his gratitude in the most sincere way possible. Which is physically making her a whimpering mess as she comes right before he paints her stomach with that Uchiha glaze.

[bigdealsgoddog]

I dont know if you take requests but imagine DG with a bratty reader where he buys her anything she wants but one day hehad enough of her behaviour amd just start punishing her by fucking us roughly.Even though it had to be a punishment we still enjoyed it.I hope you can take this request if not its ok.And keep up the good work.

I Do take requests! They just sometimes take me a long ass time cause i get busy very quickly lmaO However if yall wanna see more activity there is the discord server linked in my bio 👀

Anyway I do apologize for this one taking as long as it did, I do have a bit of trouble writing for DG i've noticed But heres a fun little drabble of implied!sugardaddy DG x bratty!reader CW: Blindfolding, Deafening(Earplugs), Implied edging, Choking, punishment, overstimulation, Bondage, Toys, brat taming

You let out a moan as you felt him curl his fingers inside of you, your arms tugging at the rope that bound you to the bed. You couldn’t see anything-making it impossible to know where he was going to touch next as his hand that wrapped around your throat quickly pulled away to pinch and play with your nipples, making you let out your moans loudly.

     What was it that was getting you this treatment? You had to be a damn brat and try to cause problems. Constantly complaining he wasn’t giving you enough attention, whining to him when your outfit wasn’t the right shade you wanted, giving that fake sugary voice you put on when you wanted him to buy you something and your little tantrums you throw when he has to leave for work so he thought he’d put you in your place just like he did anyone else. Taking away your senses. He had you tied down to the bed with your ankles tied down at the ends of the bed making it impossible for you to squirm from his touch. He pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine at the loss of touch as you wiggled your hips. DG pulled away from you completely, leaving you there with nothing. You whimpered for him but you couldn’t even hear your own voice thanks to the damn earplugs he made you wear. It made it so much harder when he grabbed a vibrator, turning it on and pressing it against you. 

    A squeal was ripped from your throat as your back arched and you tugged at your binds, the sensations making your entire body shake as he slowly moved up your body, leaving kisses from your stomach up to your chest before he wrapped his hand around your throat. It was the moment as his hand squeezed around your throat he shoved the vibrator into you that you remembered his warning-his little threat. 

    “You better tell me when you’re about to cum. Cum without telling me and I won’t stop making you cum even if you’re begging and crying me not to-got it?” You could tell he was trying to get you to cum before you could even think of the words as he started to pump the toy in and out of you, squeezing your throat tight enough to cut off your oxygen. As you feel your thoughts begin to grow fuzzy, he let go of your neck and started thrusting the toy harder, making you practically scream “Fuck! Fuck DG-Dg gon-” Before you could finish you threw your head back to let out a moan as you came, your body shaking with the toy as he continued to pump it in and out of you “DG-DG-Too much! Too much!-” Your words are cut off as he squeezed your throat tightly, the message getting itself across 

   “What did I say, brat? You didn’t warn me in time. Beg all you want, I'm not stopping.”

[basu-shokikita]

Kloktober 2023 Day 10

Came Back Different

I wasn't really sure what to do for today so I decided to try something new for it aka no Skwistok today

This entry features Murderface and…someone he would really like to see again, especially after the events of Army of the Doomstar.

“With our cutting-edge technology we actually managed to reconstitute his body, well, what was left of it. We did have to replace several parts with metal because the skin was completely unsalvageable. Some organs have been artificially replicated too to allow him to subsist as…” The surgeon seemed reluctant to say the word. “Human being.”

“How could you hide this from us?!” Nathan looked at Charles in complete disbelief. 

“There was, uh, a lot going.” Charles said, straightening up his clothes. He was no longer wearing that monk robe, instead returning to his old suit and his old job too. “As you can imagine, I didn’t really have the time to inform you guys.”

“Still!” Nathan complained.

“We tha’t he was dead!” Pickles added.

“He explodeds right in our faces!” Toki said, before replicating the explosion noise. “We saws it!”

“I, uh…didn’t sees anythingks because I was unskconstcious.” Skwisgaar scratched the side of his neck. “But they tolds me he was dieds.”

“Dood, it was pretty horrible-”

“I hads you in my arms, Skwisgaar.” 

“You don’ts has to says it like dat.”

“Skwisgaar, you were seriously just out.”

“I fucking knows!”

“It’s nuthin’ ta be embarrassed about!”

“Ams not-”

“Isch it true?” Murderface raised his voice to be heard amongst the ruckus. They all turned to him and then back to the surgeon.

“Well,” The man cleared his throat. “Like I said, we essentially patched him back together so we’re unclear about the side effects so far. But he’s alive, yes.”

“Can we schee him?” Murderface asked, for once not making an inappropriate comment or cracking a rude joke. His left fist was clenched and his eyebrows were furrowed together though not out of anger. 

It was guilt.

The surgeon  and Charles exchanged glances and the surgeon gestured at his assistant, who quickly left through the door.

The guys stared at each other in disbelief, chattering between each other. Toki kept insisting on telling Skwisgaar the heroic details of when he carried him on his back for God knows how long. Pickles threw in random guesses of how their friend would look like now and Nathan listened attentively. Murderface didn’t participate, just stood there, thinking and feeling his palms get sweaty. Fuck. Fuck, was it true? Was it really true?

Less than a minute later, the assistant came back, his hand on the doorknob as if to keep it from opening preemptively. 

“Alright.” The surgeon looked at Dethklok. “Just remember, guys, he might be a little different. So be patient. Also-”

“Just shut up and let us see him!” Nathan demanded.

“Just do as they say.” Charles said, shaking his head with resignation.

The assistant opened the door and in came…

Dick Knubbler, looking pretty much the same as when they last saw him. Well, his legs appeared to be exclusively made of metal now, as well as his neck. His eyes had now been updated with some sort of futuristic-like visor. “Long time no see, babes!” He greeted them, and there was a metallic texture to his voice, too.

They all stared at him astounded for a good 10 seconds until…

“Holy shit!” Nathan went first. “It’s fucking real! You’re alive!”

“It takes more than a bomb to kill me, babe.” Knubbler smirked, striking a pose.

Murderface walked up to him, unable to contain himself. “Knubbler, I…I’m schorry.” He said with heaviness in his voice. “I did thisch to you…I’m schorry.”

Nathan frowned. “Murderface-”

“Oh, Willy!” Knubbler wrapped his arms around Murderface’s neck. “You don’t need to apologize. I’m better than ever, babe!” His face drew close to Murderface’s, smiling.

“Woah…” Nathan stepped back in surprise.

“Dood…”

“Dat’s…” Skwisgaar started.

“...Gays.” Toki finished.

“Oh, yeah!” Knubbler glanced at the others without letting go of Murderface. “I’m feeling totally gay, babes! While they were putting me together, I had a lot of time to think, you know? And I thought, life is pretty short to not be gay!”  His ‘eye’ winked at Murderface. “How about it, babe?”

Murderface’s cheeks turned red. “G-G-G-Get the fuck off me!” He said, trying to shove Knubbler. “I’m not gay!”

“Now, Willy,” Knubbler shook his finger. “We both know that is not true, don’t we?” He said, hugging Murderface by the waist.

“Huh…” Nathan, raised his eyebrows while the other three just watched agape.

“What the fuck are you talking about, man?” Murderface weakly tried to resist the affection, with a nervous chuckle. “He’sch totally out of hisch mind!” He whispered to his bandmates.

“Right.” Charles adjusted his tie, visibly uncomfortable. “Let’s give Murderface and Knubbler some, uh, some privacy.”

There were mumbles of agreement and the boys followed Charles to the door. 

“What?!” Murderface yelled, while the assistant took notes on Knubbler’s behavior. “Are you fucking kidding me?! Don’t leave me alone with thisch fucking lunatic!”

Nathan was in the doorframe when he turned his head. “You’re fucking gay, Murderface. Just get over it.” 

“Yeah.” Three voices said in unison.

“Oh, fuck you, guysch!” Murderface yelled when the door closed. “You’re the gay onesch!”

“Come on, Willy, just give me a kiss.” Knubbler insisted, puckering his lips. 

“God damn it!” Murderface moved his face, flustered. “Schtop being gay, Knubbler!”

“After you kiss me, babe.”

“No!”

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

A small something that ties in the current chapter, and with things that will happen in the future, thanks to @mmyrrhh for the brainstorming (weeks ago, I hope you remember lol)

Also, a kind of apology for being so late with next chapter. November is a difficult time for me and I've been kinda sick (teaching is fantastic for catching everything and anything the kids bring you) and unmotivated.

Tag: @glitterypirateduck @letsreadallday @jamesrifftapes @sofasoap @mmyrrhh

Previous / Masterlist / Next

It had been a fucking long day.

Anytime any of his 'kids' was deployed without him, Price lost sleep. And now he had three of them deployed and the fourth on leave to attend his sister's wedding. And to top it all, Heather had left for a couple of days to visit one of her aunts that was unwell, and he all but felt abandoned at base.

It was stupid, of course. He had tons of work to do.

But still, he kinda missed not having to wonder what Soap had got into (or had someone come to complain about the Scot's latest experiment in the garage). Or having his daily chat with Gaz while going over the schedule for the day after the briefing. Or having Riot translate things for him that he absolutely could translate but enjoyed having her there, with her constant humming and her witty comments. Or having Simon's constant, silent and trustworthy presence at his back.

Sighing, he dropped the folder he had just signed, and opened his cigar box to get one, grumbling. Without really paying attention he cut the cigar using the cutter, and then started toasting the foot while beginning to read the next folder.

Suddenly, the fucking cigar started to make a high pitched sound and some sparkles flew from the foot he was toasting. Startled, Price rushed to put it out on what was nearest to him...

His glass with two fingers of whiskey.

He stared at the cigar as the pitiful sound died out, trying to steady his heartbeat, and with the first rational thought, he knew.

He knew.

With a calmness that he really didn't feel, Price grabbed his phone and dialed a number, and waited, his free hand balled into a fist.

''Price'' Simon's voice sounded casual, and Price could hear feminine laughter in the background, along with Soap's voice saying something he could not quite catch.

''You are a fucking bastard''

''For what, concretely?'' Oh, the bastard knew. His voice was just too non-chalant. Price could almost imagine the shit-eating grin that he knew was hidden underneath the fucking balaclava.

''Almost set my beard on fire'' He grumbled, lifting the glass to peek inside. The cigar was completely drowned, and the whiskey ruined.

''Oh, that. Yeah, payback's a bitch''

''What the fuck did I do to you?!''

''Glitter in my gloves, remember? Had to wash them four times until it disappeared'' For fuck's sake, Price could imagine Simon's sodding smug face, given his tone.

''That was two months ago!''

''Revenge is a dish served cold, old man''

''I swear to God I'll get back at you'' In spite of himself, Price rumbled a laugh, leaning back in his chair. ''You sneaky wanker''

''Bring it on'' Simon laughed. Laughed. Just that made Price's smile widen.

''How's everything in Spain? Where are you?''

''Benidorm. We're having dinner'' There was a slight pause before Simon continued talking, but his voice sounded a tad worried. ''Is everything alright? Do you need me?''

''Everything is alright, Simon. Just wanted to yell at you for almost setting myself on fire, but what pains me the most is that I wasted good whiskey putting it out''

''Pity'' Simon chuckled lightly on his end. ''Anything else?''

''Just... be careful. You take care of yourselves, alright?'' Price sighed, searching for another glass in his drawer. ''I'll be waiting for you lot to come back''

''I know'' Another silence from the other side of the line, before Simon added, calmly. ''Thank you, Price''

''You're doing good, Simon. That doesn't mean I won't prank the shit out of you the moment I have the opportunity. You better watch out''

''Do your worst''

[sawyerconfort]

Jess McCready cuddle fluff imagine pls

HEY!

Sorry, it took me a while to post this.

Anyway, I hope you like it. I'm slowly coming back with imagines from other fandoms and, as I'm missing aloto these days (I'm still not over it), I thought I needed to post one.

Enjoy!

Please be patient with the asks, it takes me a while, but I'll do it!

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Grumpy Kid | Jess McCready x Fem!Reader

PROMPT: When you date someone who apparently doesn't like physical touch and you're secretly crazy about spooning.

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It was raining. And you were accompanying your newest girlfriend's baseball team on a trip out of the state they usually stayed in.

It was common that early in the morning, before the game, the Rockford Peaches would go out to practice a little, and you would follow Jess there too, from the stands. But you had met the bad weather, and that was common as well.

Now, without practice or games, the girls tried to have fun the way they liked best. Some had gotten involved in a game of chess, others were drinking and smoking, some were sleeping peacefully. You and Jess were just relaxing, in the room she shared with Greta, her forcefully cutting her nails while you were in bed, feet up.

"You're going to come to bed, aren't you?"

Jess looked at you. "All I'm missing is my big toe. And then I'll go, yes."

You smiled, knowing she was serious. But of course, your girlfriend's stay in bed came with a price: no spooning.

Jess wasn't fond of physical touch, and that was clear from the moment you met, in a gay bar at the game the girls played in your state. She tried really hard to ask you to dance with her and was a little afraid when you rested your face on her chest in the middle of the slow song.

It kind of confused you at first, but now, it was a matter of habit, more than anything.

As she had said before, she finished doing her toe nails and threw herself on the bed, surprisingly opening her arms and looking at you as if to say: "come to my hug", which was unheard of.

"Don't get used to it, just so you have something better to lie on than those hard, horrible pillows, God..."

You smiled and nodded, hugging her and laying your head on her chest. Jess didn't hug you or anything, just kept her arms up, sighing.

"I wish we could practice, this is so unfair," she complained, sighing again. You looked at her with a frown.

"Unless you want to catch a cold, of course, I agree."

Jess looked back at you and chuckled. "Then you would take care of me," she laughed again. "Oh come on, (Y/N), don't make that face."

You raised your arms in surrender and she laughed. Then, she dodged when you tried to touch her chest, caressing her.

"Jess..."

"We've already talked about this, love."

"But the weather is perfect for cuddling...", you pouted and she laughed. "Please..."

Jess rolled her eyes playfully and continued with her arms up, not making a point of hugging you. Until you threw yourself at her and surprised her, in a good way.

"(Y/N), what the actual fuck?", she whispered, not in an angry way, just confused, her way.

"Okay, my bad. I was just trying", you explained, now feeling guilty. Jess looked at you with teary eyes and a frown, then grabbed your chin with her pincer finger and lifted it.

Her little eyes... Jess McCready was definitely tough and a lot stronger than she even looked, but she was just as affectionate when she was with you, especially.

"It's okay, baby, I know," she whispered. "I'm the one who owes you an apology. I was too rude this time, sorry."

"No, love... You were just being you."

You laughed and pressed your nose against hers, which she allowed, without fear, without backing down this time. Jess pulled you closer, holding you by the waist, and then rested her chin on the top of your head.

"I think I'm starting to like the idea of ​​spooning in the rain. You’re very comfortable, (Y/N).”

"You think?"

Jess nodded, and the minutes-long kiss she gave you afterwards was breathtaking.

"My comfy girl..." she whispered, laughing. "But please, just don't tell the girls that we're spooning, okay?"

“Okay, grumpy kid,” you teased back, laughing. "Okay, that would be a good name for a superhero, hmm?"

Jess rolled her eyes, but didn't let go of you, not even with the bad jokes you made for the rest of the time you were there, until the rain stopped for good.

[theonlygroupie]

Cold night

Kirk Hammett x Reader

warnings: angst, lots of swearing, mentions of alcohol and drugs

note: hey guys! this is my frst imagine ever so i really hope that you will enjoy this <3

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Me and Kirk have been together for about a year and a half. We did have our ups and downs, but we always somehow managed to stay together. For the last two weeks he has been coming home late and completely wasted, not even capapble of standing on his own and I decided that I’ve had enough.

It was four am, and I stil haven’t closed my eyes for a minute. I couldn’t stop worrying about Kirk. My Kirk. The only person that ever made me happier than anyone could. 

Suddenly, I hear a loud noise coming from downstairs. It was Kirk. I stay in bed and cover myseslf withmy bedsheets. I just didn’t want to even look at him right now. I hear more loud noises and then i hear him crawling on the stairs. 

“Baby...Where are you...?” He whispered while trying to open the door of our bedroom. I sighed and stayed quiet. He then slowly opened the door and said “Don’t you fucking hear me?”. No, not this again. I sat up and looked him. He was barely standing and staring at me. We kept looking at eachother until he came closer to me. He smelled like alcohol and cigarretes which was nothing unusual. “Hi” He said in his normal tone. Hi? is he fucking mad? He just comes here almost breaking everything in my own fucking house, totally wasted and later than he promised and a hi is all that he’s going to say? Not even a stupid apology? I got up with the urge to slap the absolute shit out of him. 

“Kirk, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He also stood up. “What do you mean?” “What do I mean? are you this fucking stupid?!” I said, raising my voice. “Alright then, let me explain what you’re doing! You never even spend time with me and all you do is drink and drugs all day and when you’re supposed to come home you don’t. I mean god knows what you’re doing when Im waiting for you here all the fucking night all worried that you might be dead somewhere in some whores house!” “Don’t you fucking call her that.” He cutted me off. “What? Who’s her? So you’re actually cheating on me?!” I yell in disbelief. I never really thought that he would cheat on me, I just said it because It’s what most men do when they come home so late everyday. Somehow I always trusted Kirk. I thought that we were the kind of couple that were head over heals in love and that all of this was just happening because he’s famous now and wants to know how it feels like to do such stuff. “So what if I am?! It’s not like you fucking care anymore. All you do is complain about the smallest things. When wast the last time you told me you loved me? Or the last time we had sex? Im fucking starving for those two things to get from you after spending all day in studio, working on the new album so you get all that you ever wanted when we had nothing and I can’t even have that?! How can you even be surprised?” It was all true. How cold I be so naive? Did I really think that I coul actually trust him? I thought that he wasn’t like others but I guess I was wrong. He just wanted sex like everyone else. I started tearing up. “Oh look at that she’s crying again!” He said with a smilee on his face. “Do you seriously think that your little sobs will make me feel guilty or something? That’s so... pathetic.” 

Tha’s it. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I curled my hands into fists. “Aw, and now what? You’re gonna hit me? You know that Im much stronger than yo-” He din’t even get to finish the sentence because i punched him right in his face. I never hitted anyone. And never thought that I would, but this was just too much for me. Thanks to the alcohol, he ended up on the floor, passed out. I walked out of the house and drove off to my friends house.

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Don’t worry loves, I will write a part two, i just really want to know if anyone will even read this. 

[theghostofashton]

wip wednesday

thank you @strandnreyes @paperstorm @lemonlyman-dotcom @bonheur-cafe <3

apologies, this got a little long lol

TK drops his backpack on the ground and collapses into an empty chair at the relatively full table in the corner of the dorm lounge with a groan. Marjan Marwani and Mateo Chavez, both fellow freshmen who live on his floor, are sitting in two of the chairs on one side of the table, books spread out in front of them, and Grace Ryder, the floor’s RA, is sitting on the other side and typing into a laptop. Grace gives him a knowing smile as he joins them. “Hey TK,” Grace says. “Dare I ask how things are going?” “Not if you don’t want to be lied to,” he mutters. “That bad, huh?” Marjan asks. “Midterms are kicking my ass,” he complains. “I’m a great test-taker. I thought I had this shit in the bag. But most of my professors want midterm papers, and final exams.” “And, what, you…can’t write a paper?” He rolls his eyes at her. “I can, I just hate them.” “Because they’re more work?” “Okay, is it so wrong for a guy to want to enjoy his first semester of college?” He mutters. “There’s plenty of time to waste being stressed out later.” “I feel you, bro,” Mateo says. “One of my professors is giving us an exam and a paper. Like, was one not enough?” “You guys could easily do both, you know,” Grace says. “Enjoy yourselves and make time to get your work done.” He trails off with a sigh, shaking his head. “I know, you’re right. I’m being dramatic. I just…” “Everyone’s stressed out and busy, and I know I should be feeling those things too, but mostly I just feel kinda antsy and weird. I don’t know. I probably need sleep.” “Maybe lay off the coffee too,” Marjan says. “I had to cut myself off last week. It was getting scary.” “Same!” Mateo nods. “Some nights I’m too shaky to even fall asleep. It’s fucked.” TK puts his elbows on the table and slumps over them, burying his face in his hands. “Exactly why I do not miss freshman year,” Grace says. She smiles at him when he looks up at her, and he smiles back. He really likes her. Of all the things he imagined his RA would be like, Grace is definitely the best case scenario. One of the nicest people he’s met here, for sure. She totally turned a blind eye to the couple of beer cans he had to stash in his room the other day, and she’s definitely seen him come back to the dorm very visibly drunk multiple times, and, luckily for him, pretended she didn’t. “But guys, everything you’re feeling is totally normal. The first round of exams is always the hardest, I think. Once everyone figures out what works for them, studying gets a lot easier and people aren’t so frazzled. It should calm down soon, I promise.” “Thanks, Grace,” he responds slowly. “That’s- I needed to hear that.”

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[starjaeyun]

vlive confession — five : face this like real men!

a chorus of ouch and hey echoed through Hybe's silent hallways. Jay was practically dragging Sunghoon by the ear while the younger kept on whining about how he's going to rip his ear off, some staffs that they would bump into would just brush it off as one of their daily bickerings

soon enough once they reached the meeting room, Jay finally let go of Sunghoon's ear. he opened the door while his fellow 02z was busy complaining about how his ears were now red, to which Jay ignored.

with all eyes on them, Sunghoon silently followed Jay to sit beside him, still holding his ear with his fingers

"well, that's about everyone. i believe we can start the meeting now?" one of the managers asked and everyone nods in response

Sunghoon took a deep breath before speaking, not even waiting for the managers to open the presentation "first of all, i apologize for going live without telling the staffs. i know what idol life is like and apparently i've done and said things that could ruin, not only mine but also my junior's career. i also apologize to y/n y/l/n-ssi for revealing such information without your consent. i don't mean any harm and—" before Sunghoon could carry on with his long speech, Ethereal's manager cut him off with a chuckle

"ah..there must be a misunderstanding here, Sunghoon-ssi. we're not here to talk about that. we're here to talk about the vlog that Ethereal and Enhypen are going to film in a few days..you do know that Jungwon-ssi filmed with Y/nie just a few days ago right?" Sunghoon stood there dumbfounded what the fuck was going on?

his eyes went from the managers, you and to his members. and when he made eye contact with Jay, he didn't miss the small smirk that formed in the older's lips "YOU!" he pointed at his hyung in an accusing manner "you and i will face this like real men! meet me at Hybe's rooftop after this meeting!" laughter filled the once silent room, the managers laughing along as Sunghoon plopped down on his seat with his arms crossed

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summary : you used to have a crush on park sunghoon back in highschool and that didn't change even though you both were now idols who did not want dating scandals, so imagine the shock when during a vlive, park sunghoon confessed that he had a crush on you back in highschool

author's note : HELLO 👋 i apologize for the long wait and for not updating for more than a MONTH. school just started this August 04 and they already gave out LOADS of activities .___. i'll be trying to update more often (probably one update a week atleast) but i can't promise anything. anyway! i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter ^___^

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[myckicade]

WARNING: Contains reworked spoilers for Season Four.

Prompt: Can you do a Coco imagine and fix it please????

A/N: Ugggh. I still wish that I could properly fix it. I do. I'm so, so sorry that I can't, loves. All I can offer is this, and a massive hug.

As a further warning, I've played with canon (clearly), in order to fit the wider universe that this story follows. Since the events of Meth Mountain never would have taken place, Oakland wasn't a bitch detail for Coco.

P.S. This is over a year old, but I finally finished the bastard!!!!

Title: Catalyst

Pairing: Coco/Reader (F, Wife)

Teaser: You don't really know the realities of being a biker's wife, a fact that is becoming painfully clear. You can prepare for injuries, for accidents and scrapes and broken bones and concussions and-... Fuck, this? No, no, there's been no preparing for this.

There’s a high-pitched chirping coming from the nightstand, and it’s everything in you not to reach across the bed and fling the source of the noise against the wall. Fucking Club. They always need Coco at the strangest of hours, out to do fuck knows what, only fuck knows where. Under normal circumstances, you would let it slide, even at two in the morning. Unfortunately, normal circumstances are on holiday.

“Coco,” you groan, burying your face futher into your pillow. It muffles your words, but you know he’ll understand you, regardless. “Your phone…” You’re practically whining, but it’s… That sound, it’s grating on your nerves, ringing in the space between your eyes in a way that makes you want to cry. Another complaint is about to meet your pillowcase, when the tone abruptly cuts out. Thank fuck.

And, yes, you’ve counted those stars too soon. Almost as quickly as it stopped, the chirping starts again.

“Coco, what the fuck?” you hiss, pushing yourself up on your arms, to look over at the other pillow… Only to find it empty.

Oh. Oh, right. Coco’s still in Oakland. Sadly, this isn’t the first time you’ve gone to reach for him in the night, only to realize… Well. This is going to do nothing to rescue your mood. Because, for all you’ve been complaining to your husband’s temporary ghost, it’s most decidedly your phone that’s interrupted your sleep. Guilt settles in around the edges of your slowly-forming sense of consciousness. Eh. You’ll apologize to him when he gets back. You’ll say you’re sorry for yelling at him when he wasn’t around to hear it. He’ll laugh, and call you adorably crazy, and that will be that.

One more day, you tell yourself. Just one more day, and he’ll be home.

You stretch your arm toward the nightstand, intent to grab hold of the offending hunk of plastic and metal. Just as your fingers touch the surface, the ringing stops again. Huh. You’re beginning to grow concerned, the more alert you become. Coco wouldn’t call you in the middle of the night, not unless it was an emergency. Letty… Letty is safe in her bed, further shortening your list of potential callers. What if it’s from back home? It can’t be good, no matter who it is. Swallowing down a wave of honest terror, you pick up your phone, and-

Ding-ding.

The display lights up, alerting you to an incoming text message. It’s Gilly. Gilly never messages you. Your heart climbs into your throat, thumb shaking as you swipe up, and tap the icon to open your messages. You don’t want to know, and you can’t wait another second to find out what’s happened-

GET HERE NOW.

Your next breath catches in your chest, as you pull yourself upright in your bed. Get where? What the fuck is-

Ding-ding. Another message. It’s an address. You copy the address, and open it into your web browser, only to freeze up again as you realize... It's an address to a hospital.

A hospital? Oh, no, no, you’re going to be sick. The nausea is creeping up, burning in fear-

Ding-ding.

Tears fill your eyes. No, you can’t look. You just can’t. But…

COCO IN SURGERY. CALL ME.

Eyes frantically scanning the screen before you, you locate the appropriate icon, and smash your thumb against it. Every part of you is shaking, warmth slipping from your eyes, a sob fighting harder and harder to break free with every passing ring.

“Come on, come on, Gilly,” you whimper. The shaking has taken over every limb, so violent your bones are beginning to ache.

Ring…

Ring…

Ring…

“(Y/n)?!” It’s Gilly. His voice is such a relief, that sob finally forces its way out in a harsh cough.

“Gilly,” you plead. “What the hell happened?!”

*

The path before you opens up slowly, accompanied by a too-loud woosh of sound, and a burst of chilled air. You hate that you have to stop, even for the two or three seconds it takes for the glass doors to part far enough that you and Letty can get through them. Side by side, that's been the way since you'd had to wake her up, not an hour prior. Hands clasped together, a lifeline for one another. With a deep breath, you step through a second set of doors, and into the hospital's emergency department.

Six gunshot wounds. Fractured right tibia. Some kind of skull fracture. Gilly hadn't been terribly clear after that. Trying to get hold of a medical professional was a fuck of a struggle the entire way up, a wash of dropped calls, hold music, and after-hours answering services. Still, thanks to what Gilly was able to tell you, you aren't walking into it completely blind. Neither is Leticia, but, feeling the girl's hand tremble in yours, and hearing her half-stifled sniffles, you can't help but wonder which would really be worse.

The check-in desk is only a few steps away, but they seem to drag on for far longer than that. There's someone ahead of you, because, yes, of course, there is. Letty doesn't say a word of it, not right away, doesn't tell anyone to hurry their ass, or get the fuck out of the way, which says enough about how fearful the both of you are, concerning this discussion. The woman behind the desk could say anything, could be forced to direct you anywhere that would shatter the hope that Gilly left you with.

He's alive, though. Those were Gilly's exact words, and that's what you keep telling yourself. That's what got you into your clothes, and your coat, out the door and to the gas station. That's what kept you on the road, and not in a ditch, too blinded by tears and shaken with nausea to keep it between the lines. You're holding onto it now, grasping it with every last shred of your sanity. Coco's alive. He's alive, and he's a fighter, and if you find out who the fuck is responsible for this, you'll-

"Fuck this," Letty grumbles under her breath, taking a single step forward. Her mouth is open, surely ready to spout some obscenity that you can't find it in you to fault her for, when someone shouts from the left.

"(Y/n)!"

You jerk your head up, legs weakening at the sight of Gilly and Bishop hurrying over from the waiting area. They're still here, you tell yourself, as Gilly pulls you and Letty into a tight hold. That has to be a good sign, right? No one is off seeking... Shit, you don't know. Revenge or balance, whatever response the M.C. would typically have in this sort of a situation.

It strikes you suddenly. You don't know what the fallout from this is going to be. You don't really know the realities of being a biker's wife, a fact that is becoming painfully clear. Bits and pieces of conversation overheard during parties, and Coco failing at whispering over the phone, and that's it. He's never let you know, and you've always been fine with that, but now... Now, you'd give your left arm to understand, at the same time that you just don't fucking care. It wouldn't change a fucking thing, either way. You can prepare for injuries, for accidents and scrapes and broken bones and concussions and-... Fuck, this? No, no, there's been no preparing for this.

"What the fuck happened?!" Letty shouts, the second she's able to pull back from Gilly's arm. She looks between both men standing before you, expectant. You can't help but do the same.

Bishop sighs. "We don't know very much-"

"Bullshit," Letty spits. Reaching out, you place your hand on her forearm. She doesn't shrug you off, but it doesn't stop her argument. "You fuckers always know shit."

"Well, in this case," Bishop replies, tone firm, but not entirely unkind, "we weren't given much to go on." He glances your way, expression somber. "We know he's still in surgery. Bullets in his back, and his right leg. Fucked up the bone."

"G-Gilly," you begin, nodding, "Gilly said it was the tibia?"

Bishop nods, and Gilly hangs his head. "Right."

"The skull fracture?" Letty demands, when Bishop doesn't continue. You glance up, and find your daughter blinking back tears. Admirably, you might add.

Gilly shrugs, miserably. "Cracked his head when he fell, maybe. He was near his bike. Mighta' landed on it." Letty reaches out to grab your hand in hers. Good timing. It's all you can do not to bury your face away from the rest of the world. "The doctors've been waitin' on you. Won't give us the full story without family present."

Yeah, that makes sense. You look between the two men apologetically. Poor bastards. They've surely been trying to get every scrap of information they can, and here you two are, grilling them for details they've been prevented from learning.

Shaking your head, you sigh, a fragile, shaky sound. "Where is he?" you ask, glancing down the hallway from which they had emerged. You want to know what waiting room to pace, what nurse's station to post up at. Taking a deep breath, you focus as best you can. This is terrifying, but not all-together unfamiliar territory. "Where were you guys waiting?"

Bishop places a hand at your back, guiding you down the hallway. Gilly swings an arm around Letty's shoulders, leaning in to murmur something you don't bother trying to hear. Now that the fear of the unknown is simmering a little lower, the numbness is beginning to creep in.

Alive.

Surgery.

Shattered.

Christ, Coco, you pray, silently, as you lower yourself into an open waiting room chair. You had better be okay.

*

There are more tubes and wires attached to your husband than should be possible for one human being. Your cousin hadn't looked this bad after his car accident in '09, you can't help but remember, as your eyes wander across what little of Coco's skin is visible. A bit of forearm, between medical attachments. Shoulders, neck, and chin. Forehead. There are bruises across his face, and it looks as though the doctors have reset his nose. You've seen Coco through scrapes before, from bar fights to dumping his bike while intoxicated. Even then, even with bleeding legs and a bruised tailbone, he hadn't been this beaten up.

It's everything in you not to burst into tears, all over again.

Heaven help you, that you should cry anymore. Your throat is already so dry you're going hoarse. For better or worse, there's no one around to hear your voice, anyhow. Letty wandered off to the cafeteria a while ago, intent to get you something to drink, and a snack. You didn't have the heart to fight her on it. She's every bit as anxious as you are, and she needs something to do, something she can control to keep herself from falling apart. If she can seize the opportunity to keep one of her parents going, and healthy, you won't stand in the way.

A loud tone chimes in from the machine behind you, followed by a series of pulsating beeps. Time for vitals. When the results are displayed, you can't help but glance up. No change. In this instance, it's as good as gold. He's living off of so many aids - breathing tube, I.V. solution, anesthetics - any little change could be explained by just about any detail.

You sigh, low and slow. Fuck. You knew this could happen. You've told yourself as much at least half a dozen times tonight, alone. That doesn't change the reality. And didn't it just figure? It feels like you've been married for five minutes, and everything is going to shit. It had seemed so... Ugh, so fucking perfect, much as you hate to be that doe-eyed, but that's what it's been. Fucking. Perfect.

It's just your luck, Santo Padre doesn't allow for perfect.

Looking back to the bed, to Coco's closed eyes, and his exhausted form... Well, you smirk, just a tad. "Didn't need to go getting shot, just to get a good rest, y'know," you murmur, before blowing out a breath. Levity isn't going to make you feel any better, much as you'd like to try. The nurse said to talk to him, which makes perfect sense, but... You don't have much to go on, besides nervous joking, and desperate pleas.

"Maybe I ought to take a page from Leticia's book, and break something," you continue, now talking to yourself, just as much as to your husband. "You'd be so pleased." You reach out, and slowly slide your fingers into Coco's palm. He's a little chilly, unsurprising between the loss of blood, and the air conditioning blasting down from the ceiling. You grip his fingers as tightly as you dare, and lean in. "Come on, mi rey," you whisper, barely loud enough to reach Coco's ears, even if he was awake. "I have faith in you. You keep fighting. No matter who, or what comes after you, baby, you fight." Your voice catches, as you slide your free hand into your purse. "We need you to be okay, Johnny." It might sound selfish to anyone else's ears, but you know Coco would want to hear it, to hear that he is needed, and loved, and wanted. All the things he knows, but sometimes forgets.

The things you will work even harder to keep him from forgetting.

"We all need you to. Me, and Letty..." Bringing your hand up, you prop a small slip of paper on Coco's chest, tilting it in front of his face. Your jaw trembles, and your voice cracks as tears flood your eyes. "And your son, baby." You pause to get yourself together, which doesn't amount to much. There's more guilt behind this conversation than you wish you felt, the feeling drawing a sob from your throat. "I was gonna' tell you when you got back. I swear, I was." He's waited for this for so long. You both have. "So, you've gotta' fight it, okay? Take whatever time you need, but-..." Taking a deep breath, you steady yourself. "You need to get better," you instruct, in as commanding a voice as you can manage. "I'm not raising this baby without you, you hear me?"

There's no response. You don't expect one. This isn't a sappy romance movie, or the daily soaps. Coco will wake up when he's good and ready. And you'll be here, holding his hand, and chatting about what he's sleeping through all the while. You lean down and press your lips to his fingers, thumb brushing along the back of his hand. "I love you, baby," you murmur, pressing another kiss to his skin before you sit back up. Lean back. Try to relax.

Vitals sound again.

Someone wheels a cart by, just outside the room.

You sniffle. Just once.

"Y'know, I thought I'd be bailing our Princess out of jail, by now," you admit, thoughtfully. "She really kept it together. You'd be proud as hell of her."

*

Letty stands in front of a cafeteria display case, filled with questionable-looking salads and tempting baked treats in plastic clamshell containers. Each one makes her stomach turn. She's not here for her, though, is she? She's here for you. She's here to make sure her mother, after six straight hours of waiting in a lousy fucking hospital chair, isn't going to drop on her, too, from something as stupid as low blood sugar. If that was to happen? Jesus Christ, she doesn't know what the fuck she'd do. End up in the psych ward, more than likely. Or break someone's worthless neck. Yeah, that sounds more like it.

She's just about to reach for a slice of what she thinks is chocolate cake, when a hand comes to rest on her arm. It startles the living shit out of her, but when she looks up, ready to gouge out a motherfucker's eye with one of the plastic-wrapped sporks within her reach, Letty finds Gilly staring down at her.

Fuck. Yeah, that tracks. She's been in here for a good little while.

"Find anything for your Mom?" he asks quietly, removing his hand from her person to tuck it back in the pocket of his kutte. Letty turns back toward the display case, staring into the middle space for a moment.

"You're gonna' get the motherfucker responsible, right?" Behind her, Gilly sighs. She's expecting a comment about her language, or about how this isn't the time to be worried about something like vengeance. A truly ugly response is on the tip of her tongue, when Gilly surprises her.

"Yeah," he promises, voice quiet, but sure. "Yeah, kid, we're gonna' get 'em."

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