#danny watches angels with dirty faces

[spockvarietyhour]

If you're a steve right now you are shitting yourself

[bellewintersroe]

Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter! Reader Smut

I had to write a part 2 to this, how could I not, especially with the news of Daniels return to F1 I am SO excited. She hears the news of Daniels return to the F1 grid, and decides to congratulate him in more way that one…

Smut 18+ below the cut, sexting, graphic details of masturbation and Daniels inner monologue !panicking!

“Congratulations, Daniel.” She giggled when the elated Australian went around the group, sharing several hugs and kisses on the cheek to celebrate his full return to the grid with AlphaTauri. Daniels lips stretched into an even wider smile when he saw the petite girl standing ahead of him. “Thank you.” He exhaled, moving in for a hug. The last time they touched was two days ago, in the changing room where the pair had sex.

The butterflies when they touched was a mutual feeling, and when she offered him a small smirk, Daniel was worried he’d get hard. His hand pressed to the small of her back, his warmth engulfing her as the two shared a quick hug.

“I’m so happy for you.” He gulped as her hand slid down his clothed back. Daniel felt weak under her touch, like he would implode, when she was around the guilt was non existent, however when the next person to congratulate him was her father- Daniel was red in the face from their dirty, little secret.

She watched him, glancing back to her every now and then, his cheeks pricking with a pink colour. Maybe that could be down to the whole excitement of the day, but deep down y/n knew exactly what the cause was. Later that evening, Daniel was alone in his apartment. The excitement from the day had tired him out, and it was nearing 1AM, and he was still awake. The glow from the TV was the only thing distracting him as he watched it absentmindedly. A blonde girl came on the TV, and somehow, that was the thing that caused y/n to pop into his mind. How beautiful she looked today, how her eyes glowed when she told him how happy she was for him. Danny let out a groan, rubbing his face. No, no, no. It was so wrong but it felt so right.

The thought of her hands wrapped around his hard cock, the way she moaned like some kinda fucking Angel. Daniel was hooked, the idea of her perfect tits and all the things he wanted to do with them- how he could stare at her beauty all day long. He sighed, feeling the guilt bubble up as he unlocked his phone, going onto her Instagram. She was so radiant, so youthful and full of life- such a happy girl, Daniel immediately locked his phone and tried to rid the sinful thoughts from his mind. Ten minutes passed and with no avail, Daniel was now in an even worse situation, his dick hard and poking against the waistband of his pants. “Fuck.” He cursed, glancing down to his throbbing member. Why now? Why couldn’t he just go to sleep? This obsession would only get the both of them into trouble. Daniel curled his toes as he adjusted himself in his pants, the slight movement grazing over his sensitive head.

Swiping back onto his phone, he clicked on her contact, staring longingly at their last texts. Nothing bad, just her wishing him a happy birthday, and he thanked her in return. His thumb grazed over to her picture, one of her smiling shyly as he playfully snapped a picture when he got her details. She looked a breath taking level of beautiful, so much so it hurt Daniel, his cock tensing as he let out an inward moan. Nobody would know… nobody would know if he just relieved himself… his hand wandered down to his cock, squeezing as a small sense of relief washed through him. The first feelings of guilt were clouded by the horny Australian as he rubbed himself through his tight underwear. A slight damp patch where he’d been leaking pre-cum dampened the black material and he inwardly moaned again remembering how she licked and sucked it off him. Her warm fucking mouth wrapped around him… pretty, glossy lips coated in spit and pre-cum, Daniel remembered it all too vividly and that was enough for him to start pumping himself through his boxers. He closed his eyes, remembering the pretty moans and gasps of his names. He wanted her below him more than anything. God, he was desperate.

An accidental click of the keyboard made Daniel give up and punch out a message.

Are you awake?

He was nervous when the message sent, the only comfort being that she was probably asleep and Daniel could play the message off in the morning as nothing. The other half of Daniel was mentally praying that she was awake, even one simple reply would leave him a happy man. The secrecy and dark of the night added an extra blanket of covertness to their love affair, Daniel felt semi-safe, and any guilt he had was long gone. Aroused from her lazy state, the harsh buzz and notification of y/n’s phone caused her to jump, startled. She took a deep breath, waking up from her half conscious state and grabbing her phone from the bed side cabinet. It was 2AM, and a text from Daniel lit up her phone. If she wasn’t fully awake before, she definitely was now.

Her fingers lingered over the key pad, typing back her response in confusion. Yeah, I am, why?

Are you ok?

Laying back down, she kept her phone in her hands, swiping off the chat when Daniel read the text almost instantly. His hand slipped off his bulge, lingering his thumbs over the keypad. “Alright, alright…” He whispered to himself, feeling his heart racing a million miles an hour. Should he be straight forwards? Or hint? Daniel didn’t want to creep her out. I’m okay

He sent back first of all, questioning what the hell to say next. I hope I didn’t wake you, I just wanted to talk to you

He was surprised to see her texting back immediately, questioning if she’d understand what he was about to infer.

It’s okay I was awake, what’s up? “Fuck it.” Daniel cursed, bucking his hips slightly, frustrated from the loss of contact as he punched out his message. I can’t stop thinking about you can’t stop thinking about the other day She felt her lips curl in an amused smile. He wanted to ‘talk’ did he? She saw right through him immediately. Why else would somebody be messaging at 2am? She would continue to tease him for the next few minutes, playing at a little game that drove Daniel crazy. Oh yeah? What about it exactly?

you know what

Tell me daniel, I wanna hear it

The way you got down on your knees for me, how fucking good you looked when I fucked you, I need it again She was momentarily stunned at his words, reading it over and over again as his words went straight down to her pussy. Her fingers rubbed over the clothed slit, teasing to delay the sexual gratification for as long as possible.

you can have me anytime you want, you know you can fuck I need you now though Daniel groaned at her words, hand sliding under his boxers now as his warm hand curled around his cock. It felt nothing like her hand, how big he felt when she held him. He started pumping a steady rhythm, hoping she was doing the same. Obviously, she was. Her hand moved back up to text him again.

Prove it It had been a long time since Daniel had sexted. Truthfully, he never did it that often, but the rush it gave him was unlike nothing else. It built a desire deep within him, burning a fire in his lower abdomen as he stared back to the text, halting his movements. He for some reason felt shy, the thought of sending her a video made him oddly nervous, even if she’d seen it all before.

She sat in bed, waiting patiently for his response, it seemed to take him a few moments, and for a couple seconds she wasn’t sure if he’d actually ‘prove it’. When a video did send through minutes later, her eyes widened in excitement.

The video was around 10 seconds long, he stroked his cock up and down, filming with the flash on, she could see absolutely everything she wanted, the way his legs jolted slightly, and when she turned the volume up she almost moaned hearing his heavy breaths whenever he tugged on his cock.

your turn - he’d sent a message with the video, she went back one more time, her fingers dancing over her nipple and down into her underwear with a slight hum. She began following his pace, not too slow but not too fast, leaning back against the bed with a sigh as she listened to Daniel pleasuring himself.

What followed was then a video angled to show her breasts, stopping just below where her fingers had dipped down into her underwear. She licked her fingers before trailing them over her sensitive nipples, pinching and letting out a sigh before her fingers disappeared out of camera view. Daniels hand worked harder, fist tightening around his phone as he typed back with one hand.

You can’t tease me like that not now

The two of them continued sending explicit videos and graphic texts back to one another, she’d never admit to it, but he made her cum wayyy too quickly. Daniels eyes were glued to his phone screen at the video of her spreading her legs, pussy on show as she teased the sensitive clit, her wetness apparent from the lewd noises. His fist automatically worked faster, harder, moaning her name as he grunted with each thrust. His hips were bouncing up to meet his hand and he was quick to press record to catch his orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum for ya’.” Daniel was breathless as he jerked at an overwhelmingly fast rate. She wanted him to fuck him with that kind of speed, or at least be there to watch him wanking himself off whilst she begged on her knees for him.

“Fuck!” The Australian borderline whined, the sound of his skin slapping as he pumped himself once, twice, three times before the coil in his belly exploded and Daniel was cumming all over his hand, thighs and toned stomach. “I’m cumming-“ he barely got to warn before a heavy groan left his mouth. “Fuck, baby…” he vocally whispered, pumping himself through his sensitivity slowly with the sexiest, drawn out moans she’d ever heard a man make.

She squeezed her tits together, holding them with her fingers sprawled, sending him a direct picture of that and her pussy, legs still wide. next time I want that cum all over me

Daniel was positive that he’d make her request come true. It took a few more moments of soft flirting before he cleaned himself up. Once he’d finished there was an odd sense of loneliness. In more way than one did Daniel wish she was there with him, he craved her body, not only sexually, but the urge to hold her small body close to his was rampant on his mind.

Fuck… the sex was wrong enough, now he was gaining real feelings?!

[meetingthestarcatchers]

Crimson Lace (Part 3)

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x fem!reader

Summary: You have trouble placing a finger on where you know him from, until he invites you in

Warnings: nothing except pure fluff! (saving the dirty stuff for later)

A/n: We are most definitely calling Danny a brother in this so istg if there are any Danny antis, back the fuck off. Please and thank you. Also I'm sorry that this one is shorter than the previous parts but I've struggled writing this one.

Throughout the whole night, messages between you and Jake seemed to never stop. You had learnt that he was born in Michigan, has four siblings, one of which is his twin.

It had reached 4am when you felt your body start to protest against the lack of sleep. You could feel your eyes burning slightly and you reluctantly started your goodnight message.

You: i hate to stop our conversation but i can feel myself about to fall asleep Jake: getting bored of me that quickly, huh?

You smiled at the message and rolled your eyes before responding.

You: we have lectures tomorrow and i'm not up for letting u copy my notes Jake: i would never! but in all seriousness, i'm starting to feel the burn as well You: i'll see u in the morning jake Jake: sleep tight, angel

You plugged your phone on to charge and allowed your mind to switch off and slip into a state of unconsciousness.

The next morning, you were actually happy to get up and go to classes for once . The thought of seeing Jake filled your heart with joy and slight nervousness. Jumping out of bed, you shivered at the slight chill in your room and you decided to get in the shower before heading to your first lecture.

You got into the lecture with enough time to spare , setting up all of your things and smiling to yourself. Suddenly, while you're lost in thought, Jake jumps at you, causing you to let a a small yelp and nearly fall off the seat. He laughs loudly and quickly apologises when he sees your glare.

"I couldn't help it" he says shrugging and sits down next to you. He hands you a takeaway cup, sealed with a lid. You frown at him as you take it and put it down on your desk to take the lid off and look at it.

"I thought you'd appreciate it" he said and you nod and look around before quickly kissing his cheek.

"Thank you" you replied quietly, and you spot a red tint on his cheeks. You use the cup to warm up your cold hands while you watch Jake fondly, as he unpacks his bag as well.

"You may not be proud to know that I forgot my charger again and I didn't charge my laptop last night" he said cautiously but with a smile on his face and you rolled your eyes and reached into your bag. Pulling out your charger, you held it out to him but swiped it back quickly before he could take it.

"Don't forget to give it back..." You told him and he snatched it out of your hand.

"I won't, don't worry" he gave you a boyish grin before plugging the charger into his own laptop. The door slammed open and in a fraction of a second the professor had already set up the lesson and had started rambling on about the next book that was going to be studied.

It was halfway through the lecture that Jake started to get comfortable and rested his hand on your thigh and you willed yourself to avoid looking at his face or down at where his hand was placed. Out of your peripheral, you saw a blush paint its way across Jake's face almost like watercolor paint on a canvas.

As soon as the lecture was over Jake abruptly stood up and you nearly jumped at the sudden movement.

"Do you wanna come over? To work on the project of course..." He asked and you giggled and nodded. He paused for a second before speaking again.

"Actually maybe not...I think my brother is home..." he said and you frowned and shrugged.

"I don't mind, we're just working on the project. Right?" I said smirking at him and his cheeks became flushed and he nodded in agreement.

"Yeah of course..." he mumbled before starting to walk out of the lecture hall with you closely following him.

The short walk was filled with small talk and playful comments, and before you knew it, the pair of you had arrived at the dorm door. Jake opened it, and the scene that met your eyes surprised you. Two tall men were frozen in place, looking towards you and Jake. They dropped their arms, clearly playfighting around, and you caught the curly headed one give Jake a look.

Jake let out a small playful groan. "I didn't know you were both going to be here," He said, moving into the kitchen to place his bag on the table, and you copied his actions.

"Don't act too happy to see both of us here" the curly-haired boy said sarcastically.

Jake turned to look at you with an apologetic look on his face and you just smiled at him awkwardly.

"That one there..." he said pointing at the boy that had just spoken, "is Danny." Danny smiled and gave a small wave, dropping the pillow that he was holding in order to look less threatening. You smiled and waved back in return.

"The other dickhead is Sammy," Jake said and Sammy looked at Jake with a shocked look and chucked the pillow he was previously using at him but Jake managed to duck in time. You laughed a little and Jake rolled his eyes. He grabbed both of your bags in one hand before grabbing your hand and walking towards his room.

"We're gonna work in my room instead" he mumbled. You heard the two boys in the living room gasp loudly.

"Keep the door open and keep two feet apart at all times" Sam shouted and you giggled as you followed Jake into his bedroom, the door being shut behind you by Jake.

You settled on sitting in a beanbag on the floor and opened up your laptop to start working. You bent your knees slightly to act as a desk and started to get comfy.

"Shit I forgot to ask, do you want a drink or anything?" Jake asked softly and you thought for a second and asked for some water. He nodded his head and walked back out of the room and into the kitchen. You heard some rustling around and quiet murmurs from the boys but decided to ignore them and start working.

A few minutes later, Jake walked back into the room and shut the door carefully while keeping an eye on both drinks. He didn't take his eyes off your drink until you had taken it out of his care and put it on the floor next to you as he placed his on a coaster on his desk.

"I'm sorry about them, I only thought Danny would be home...he's the more peaceful one out of the two" he said, muttering the last part under his breath and you laughed quietly and shrugged.

"It's okay, they won't interrupt us right?" you asked and he shook his head.

"They know not to come into my room in case y'know..." he trailed off at the end as he referred to his online activities and you smiled and nodded.

"Were those your brothers?" Jake nodded.

"Yeah. Neither of them are my twin though. " He said and you watched as a small smile appeared on his face while he was thinking about the final brother. He soon snapped out of his thoughts and logged into his computer and within 10 minutes, you were both focused on the project and had divided up the work equally.

An hour later, you looked at the time in the corner of your screen and stretched out a little and looked up at Jake, his eyes not leaving his screen. You allowed yourself to admire how his face lit up from the light and you could feel a warm sensation take over your body. A thought popped into your head and you smirked at the idea.

You stood up and nearly groaned as your muscles stretched but walked over to where Jake was sitting in his chair at his desk. You went behind him and bent down and slid your hands over his shoulders and rested them on his chest. He took one of his hands off of the keyboard and placed it on top of yours.

He lifted his head to look at you and smiled. You moved to stand next to him, still holding his hand.

"I was thinking..." you started and he looked at you with raised eyebrows.

"Oh that's never a good thing" he said and you hit his chest and let go of his hand. He picked up his mug and lifted it to his lips to take a sip.

"I wanna watch you do your livestream later" you rushed.

"You...what?" Jake said, almost choking on his tea and you cocked your head and smiled innocently at him.

"I want to watch, is that okay?" you answered and he nodded quickly in response, his cheeks turning a deep red.

"That's more than okay, angel" he muttered before continuing to drink his tea. "You just make sure you stay silent, don't want others online knowing" he said and you agreed and sat back down in the beanbag smirking knowingly to yourself.

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It shouldn’t have happened

Jake Kiszka x f!reader x f!oc x Danny Wagner

A/N: OMG first fic w danny! I love You man, just inspiration doesn’t always strike for me. THIS IS SMUT WITH QUEERNESS OCCURRING sorry if that’s not your cup of tea do not read and also 18+ FR

Warnings: penetrative sex, oral sex, fxf sexual relations, foursome? Mentions of weed and alcohol use, dirty talk/mild degradation

Word Count: 2.1k

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It shouldn’t have happened. Not the first time.

And it certainly shouldn’t have happened again.

But here the four of you were. The last four at Jake’s place, staring at one another with drunken smiles and faded eyes. It was after 2am and nothing good ever happened then.

You had been in Danny’s girlfriend's lap all night already. You were close, it wasn’t anything new. And when you got stoned, you like to be close to people. Wanting to let Jake have fun at his party you’d left him alone, leaving you to bug Danny’s Angel of a girlfriend.

“Angel,” you sighed and the woman laughed.

“You’re on another planet, Y/N.” She ran a hand through the crossed individual’s hair.

You rocked your hips experimentally across your friend’s lap, feeling fuzzy and insane and needy and safe all at once. “Yeah, but you’re on it too.” You mumbled, staring up through your lashes after looking down at where your hips were touching. On fire.

“And are we on this planet with you two?” Jake called from across the room, legs spread wide as he slumped into his favorite chair, flipping his finger between himself and Danny beside him.

You ran your hands down Angel’s shoulders and grabbed hold of her arms tighter and leaned back, your eyes meeting Jake’s while you looked at the men upside down. You giggled as you leaned further but Angel tugged you back in warning, trying to keep you steady.

“Yeah, we’re all on the planet. Together. I can totally see it.”

Jake laughed and shook his head, standing to make his way over. “You are incredible, my love.”

You sat back up and sighed and it came out a bit like a whimper. Fuck, you were so wet. You needed to fuck. You needed them.

Angel’s eyes were wide on your face, still feeling you wriggling on her lap, hands drawing circles on her arms making her fuzzy too. You keened into Jake’s touch when he ran a hand over your hair, watching his girlfriend and Danny’s a little closer intently now that he was beside you two.

Memories were tearing through his mind. He knew exactly what you were up to. He smirked and settled beside you, brushing his hand down your back now. Your top was open in the back, leaving the expanse of skin bare. Warm and soft.

He settled his touch on your exposed upper thighs, your Jean skirt was so short and was barely of use with your straddling position on Angel. It was pornographic from this new angle, he could see your barely covered pussy pressing into Angel’s thigh. Jake drew in a breath, he had wanted this again but didn’t have the courage to voice it.

“Dan, c’mere,” Angel spoke out and Danny sauntered over to settle on the couch on the other side of the pair of you clearly seeing where this was heading as well.

You smiled at the three of them, watching you. You moved your hips again, grinding down into Angel. She hummed and you winked at Danny.

“Can we do it again?” You breathed, hips expertly beginning to move again. “I’m so wet,” you whined.

Danny breathed out a ‘fuck’ still in disbelief this had happened a first time, much less now a second.

“Yeah, where’s that?” Jake said right as Angel asked almost the same question teasingly, “Oh yeah?”

You leaned back, settling one hand on Jake’s knee to your left and let your other travel below your hitched up skirt. The black lace of your thong could already be seen if looked close enough at but your fingers pushed it to the side, slipping down your heat and pressing in for a moment of relief to gather the wetness pooling there.

You licked your lips in an attempt to silence the moan in your throat as your hips bucked needing it even more than you realized. You retreated the fingers, swirling them around your aching clit.

“Fuck, right here, you guys. It hurts.”

“Aw, baby,” Jake cooed, standing to move behind you and Angel on the couch now, slipping his hand down your arm to your slick fingers and stopping their work on your clit. “Your so desperate to fuck you’ll make a fool out of yourself in front of my best friend and his girlfriend.”

“Pretty slutty, Y/N,” Danny says, moving closer to his girlfriend to press a kiss to her neck.

“We’ve always known she’s a slut, c’mon Dan,” Angel coos, wrapping an arm around Danny to snake her hand into his hair while he begins to suck a mark into her skin. “She’s always dripping onto me at parties and on dance floors. She can’t help herself.”

You whined, keening your head back into Jake’s chest and rutting your hips into Angel’s lap. You couldn’t handle the stimulation and the lack of stimulation and how they spoke as if you were barely in the room. “Please.”

“But she begs so sweetly,” Jake murmurs, hands slipping to grasp at your tits over your shirt. “My princess just loves to fuck. Who are we to deny such a sweet girl?”

His lips press to the shell of your ear as he leans down, but his eyes stare straight at Angel who smiled back, her hands trailing up your thighs to where you needed somebody to do something before you died. It was a slick mess.

Her fingers are long and slim, pushing the messy fabric covering your pussy to the side again, she teases over the hot skin with a barely there touch and you whine again.

Jake shushes you as Angel grins. She drags her middle finger through your fold and slips inside you with embarrassing ease and everyone stops to watch as you moan out.

“Fuck, Angel.”

“Good girl.” She murmurs, granting a quick peck to your lips while Jake and Danny watch on. The sound of your pussy was so loud, she loved it. “So fucking wet…”

Her thumb works over your clit and two fingers slip in and out of you easily for a few moments. It’s not even long enough for the two guys to feel left out, you’re already so worked up that you cum quickly with a string of curses leaving your lips as you try to ride her fingers, bucking like a drunken girl on the mechanical bull at the bar getting off on the audience—something you had done before.

“Let’s move this to the guest room,” Jake suggests with a kiss to your temple.

Danny agrees and kisses Angel for a long moment before following you and Jake down the hall.

Your skirt and ruined thong are quickly removed before you get pushed onto the bed by Jake’s strong hand while Angel undresses Danny at the foot of the bed. Your hand slips to your already messy folds again as you watch Danny grope at her ass, kneading it with his big strong hands. Jake whispers in your ear about what a dirty girl you were watching the other couple with your hand in your cunt.

When they joined you on the bed, everyone was shirtless but you and the three of them looked wickedly at one another.

“C’mon baby, let’s see those pretty titties,” Jake moved to pull your top over your head and you giggled.

Angel widened her eyes at you for a moment, a secret joke passing between you two that neither of the men seemed to catch. You’d told her about Jake’s obsession with your tits and how he loved to fuck them whenever you let him.

On full display, you arched your back pushing your breasts into the open air. Your arousal made your nipples pebble under the watchful eyes of the three around you. It turned you on even more so you gave them a show, pushing them closer together with your arms before trailing a hand to play with one nipple.

Jake stopped you, taking your arm and pushing you to lay down fully. “Stop touching what’s mine, baby. I can only share so much with our guests.”

Angel appeared over you, kissing up your stomach, over your chest and up your neck. Her legs were straddled over your body while Danny ran his hands over her hips, pressing his boxer-clad hips into her ass. She moaned over you and then stuck her tongue down your throat. Her own tits pushed and pulled over yours in a way you had missed so much. The tender pressure of another woman’s boobs on yours, it felt so good. You wanted more, but Jake had restricted your hands, causing you to press your chest up into hers and whine.

“Such a fucking brat, Y/N,” Jake mutters, palming himself over his own boxers.

Danny hummed in agreement and pulled Angel back from making out with you, causing whines from both of you. “Jesus,” he laughed. “Would you like us to leave?”

“That might not be such a bad idea,” you said teasingly, but the look in your eye held the seed of a little truth.

“I’ll share my girl,” Jake said tersely, shuffling behind your head slowly. “As long as I’m present for it. Watch your tongue, missy.”

“Yeah, yeah, sir,” you teased and sent a wink his way.

He shook his head, still in awe of his girlfriend before pulling his cock free from its confines. He was almost unbearably hard. You moaned at the sight above your face and opened your jaw, aware and ready for him to take what he wanted.

“That’s my good fuckin’ girl,” he praised, tapping the head of his cock against your tongue. You hummed and bucked your hips, opening your knees wider.

Angel and Danny watched on. Angel’s hands were on either side of your hips, eyes bright while watching your chest heaving as you exerted yourself to take all of Jake down your throat at this angle.

The knocking of your knees against her arms brought her attention to your cunt right below her and she grinned, moving her arms in between your legs and getting down on her elbows, bringing her level with your dripping center.

“Jesus, I didn’t know giving head turned you on so much,” she murmurs, blowing lightly over the hot skin. “Hot.”

You bucked your hips and she quickly pressed you flat.

“Silly slut,” Angel tsked and Jake chuckled.

Danny took the opportunity to begin tracing up and down his girlfriend's ass with his own hard cock. The scene laid out before him was incredible. Angel moaned in appreciation feeling the heaviness resting between her ass cheeks and slipping down between her folds every so often, teasing her. She pushed back towards him wanting more before refocusing on your cunt.

She dipped her tongue down between your folds and smiled when your hips immediately bucked up.

“Needy girl,” Jake tutted, still slowly sinking in and out of your throat.

You moaned around him feeling untethered and euphoric and insane. You were getting exactly what you wanted. What you needed.

Angel ate you out with vigor and, you’d never admit it even if it saved your life, but better than Jake. Her tongue slipped inside you and she pushed in and out in time with Danny’s thrusts to her own cunt. She moaned into your cunt, muffling her cries but sending vibrations through your body.

Jake and Danny groaned at their girlfriends writhing in ecstasy, feeling close themselves. Jake pulled out of your throat and pushed gently at Angel so that he could turn you around.

Obediently, you got on all fours and faced Angel and Danny, smiling at her and then went slack jawed when Jake pushed in with a loud moan.

Angel moaned back when Danny slapped a hard hand over her ass cheek and everyone felt fucked out and happy. The men finished rather soon after on another.

You had cum twice but still wanted more as Jake left a kiss to your hip and slipped off the bed to clean himself off. Danny had already walked into the ensuite. Angel was laying on her back staring up at you.

“Can I please rub my pussy on yours, Angel?” Your question was for Angel but you were looking at Jake, who was beside himself.

“You need that, princess?” He asked softly, running a hand over your back.

“I want it so bad.”

“Fuck,” Jake’s voice was shakey, you were perfect. “okay.”

“Dan?” Angel asked, turning to him paused at the door.

“Yeah, go for it, honey. If you want,” he chuckled.

The girls stared at each other, slowly grinning and then were immediately intertwined. Thrusting and humping, their pussy juices mixing and sounding into the room obscenely.

“Thank god. I’m spent,” Danny sighed, adjusting his boxers while eyeing Jake carefully as he redressed.

“That’s not a horrible sight either,” Jake nodded to their girlfriends kissing and moaning into each other’s mouths.

“No, it’s not.”

They watched the scene silently for a moment in awe and pride before settling into a different feeling.

“We can never do this again, huh?” Jake asked.

“No. Never.” Danny responded quickly.

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omg so i had a janny moment the other day pls dont sue me

so like it crossed my mind that like. imagine danny and jake telling you how pretty you are when you're laid out all nice for them. they'll tell you all of the vulgar things they say when they talk about you when you aren't around. they tell you the nasty things they want to do to you and they don't let you touch yourself at the thought of them being so dirty with you.

idk just a thought 🙈

I-

Hang on tight.

Making you just writhe and clench your legs together as they speak, "I was just telling Jake the other day what a perfect body you have and just how badly I wanted to touch you." Danny smirks as he caresses your thigh, Jake on your other side nods, "And I told him just how good you would look with your lips wrapped around my cock." Jake rasps as his fingers ghost over your lips, you take his thumb in his mouth, hoping to confirm his fantasies in some way. "God I wanna watch you fuck her face." Danny sighs as he runs his hand through your hair. "Can I?" You ask, your voice whining gives your desperation away. "Fuck yes, baby." Jake says, his hands coming to his briefs, his hardened cock slapping against his stomach. You adjust to be on level with Jake's cock as he rests on his knees upon the bed, you take him in your hand as Danny pulls your hair aside, grasping it into a makeshift ponytail. "Go ahead, angel. Wanna watch you take him." Danny whispers against your ear, sending a heat through your body. Slowly you lean in and take Jake's length in your mouth, deeper and deeper, relishing in the way his cock feels against your tongue.

Danny's other hand ventures to your breasts, toying with your nipples as you suck off his best friend, growing harder as you moan against Jake's cock. Jake moans and throws his head back, his hips slowly thrusting into your mouth. "You were right, she looks fucking perfect like this." Danny smiles as he grasps your breast making your eyes flutter open and up at Jake. He looks in awe of you, "So fucking beautiful." He adds breathlessly. "I bet she'd look even prettier taking both of us at once. Don't you think, Jakey?" Danny's voice coos against your ear again, you whimper, the vibration against Jake makes him groan. "Would you like that, baby? You want Danny to fuck you while I cum down your throat?" Jake asks, you feel like you're in a dream. Jake pulls away from your mouth for you to answer, "Yes, fuck, yes please." You beg like a slut, getting on all fours just to prove you mean it.

Danny pulls his own boxers off, his cock is huge and so fucking pretty. His large, calloused hand softly runs over your ass. "Such a good girl for us. She really is such a dirty girl." Danny smirks as he grips at your ass, "Our dirty fuckin' girl."

Danny eases his way inside of your dripping wet pussy, both of you moaning messes as he fills you up. Jake slips his cock back inside of your mouth, letting Danny's movements do all of the work as you suck off Jake. This was pure pleasure. Hedonistic and pure ecstasy as you let these two gods fuck you in the most delicious way. Danny's grip on your hips and the way he ruts against your g-spot makes you a whimpering mess, only driving Jake more insane as the vibrations of your moans, as well as the vision of his best friend fucking his dream girl while she sucks his cock. It isn't long until you're gripping at the duvet beneath you, your pussy flutters around Danny and Jake's hands in your hair tighten as you feel just how close you are. Your imminent orgasm pulls the other boys towards their own climaxes.

Jake throws his head back, moaning your name, his hips stutter, his grip in your hair like a vice as he cums down your throat. You pull away, swallowing every drop. Finally you let out a sob as Danny plows into you, he pulls you to be up on your knees, you cry out his name at the change in position, only making you closer to the edge. Jake moves closer, his fingers rolling over your swollen clit as Danny fucks you from behind. You stare into those gorgeous, deep brown eyes, "Come on, Danny, I wanna watch her cum for us." Jake smiles, never taking his eyes off of you as his fingers quicken. Danny's grip tightens as his hips stutter, and your knees buckle, his arms holding you upright as you both cum. You never look away from Jake as you cry out in pure bliss, both of their names and cursing out as the feeling overtakes you.

Danny sits back on his knees as you both come down a bit, still inside of you and bring you gently to rest in his lap. Jake kisses you, his tongue exploring your mouth slowly and intimately, gently even. Danny kisses against your shoulder and up your neck.

"Our sweet girl."

"Did so good."

"Took us both so well, pretty girl."

"So beautiful."

They shower you in praise as they settle you back to the bed, Danny's cum running slowly down your leg. The two of them work to clean you up and get you comfortable, coming back to lay beside you. Holding you gently and kissing you all over, gently falling asleep in the arms of the most beautiful men you've ever known.

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I just need to show y’all. Of all the insanely sapphic moments in Rebecca. This is the one that made me feel the gayest.

She said nothing for a moment. She stared at me, and then she smiled. “Suppose it suits me better to live here, what then?” she said.

“You know the conditions,” I said, “Ive kept my part of our dirty, damnable bargain, haven't I? But you've cheated. You think you can treat my house and my home like your own sink in London. I've stood enough, but by God, Rebecca, this is your last chance.”

I remember she squashed out her cigarette in the tub by the divan, and then she got up, and stretched herself, her arms above her head. “You're right, Max,” she said. “It's time I turned over a new leaf.”

She looked very pale, very thin. She began walking up and down the room, her hands in the pockets of her trousers. She looked like a boy in her sailing kit, a boy with a face like a Botticelli angel.

…She threw back her head and laughed. “What sort of a story could Frank tell against mine?" she said. “Don't you know me well enough for that?”

…She stood watching me, rocking on her heels, her hands in her pockets and a smile on her face. “Do you realise that I could get Danny, as my personal maid, to swear anything I asked ber to swear, in a court of law? And that the rest of the servants, in blind ignorance, would follow her example and swear too? They think we live together at Manderley as husband and wife, don't they? And so does everyone, your friends, all our litle world, well, how are you going to prove that we don't?”

She sat down on the edge of the table, swinging her legs, watching me. “Haven't we acted the parts of a loving husband and wife rather too well?" she said. I remember watching that foot of hers in its striped sandal swinging backwards and forwards, and my eyes and my brain began to burn in a strange quick way.

“We could make you look very foolish, Danny and I” she said softly. We could make you look so foolish that no one would believe you, Max, nobody at all.” Still that foot of hers, swinging to and fro, that damned foot in its blue and white striped sandal.

Suddenly she slipped off the table and stood in front of me, smiling still, her hands in her pockets. “If I had a child, Max,” she said, “neither you, nor anyone in the world, would ever prove that it was not yours. It would grow up here in Manderley, bearing your name. There would be nothing you could do. And when you died Manderley would be his, You could not prevent it. The property's entailed. You would like an heir, wouldn't you, for your beloved Manderley?”

…She waited a minute, rocking on her heels, and then she lit a cigarette and went and stood by the window. She began to laugh. She went on laughing, I thought she would never stop.

…She turned round and faced me, smiling, one hand in her pocket, the other holding her cigarette. When I killed her she was smiling still. I fired at her heart. The bullet passed right through. She did not fall at once. She stood there, looking at me, that slow smile on her face, her eyes wide open...

I think the reason that Maxim’s description of Rebecca’s mannerisms and character is so impactful is because she’d never been truly described before. Even when Danvers told the main character about how she viewed Rebecca, it was much more generalized and vague. Maxim is talking about a specific event and how Rebecca acted. Additionally, the pieces of Rebecca’s character that are given beforehand build up to this ultimate revelation. Nothing much to say about it besides the fact that when I read it, it was SO vidid and clear in my mind. I love this book.

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We Are is one of my favorite songs by Hollywood Undead. The song was released on 29th October 2012. Song Meaning https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocXjr9nPnvg Johnny 3 Tears talked about the meaning behind the song saying it was about collective resistance and that they were taking LA as the backdrop. The song is about collective resistance. It's the silent majority, but we're using Los Angeles as the backdrop. Every time we work with Danny, he takes our music to the next level. He's willing to go as far outside the box as we are. As a whole, it's a good introduction the album because it encompasses the band idealistically. Think of it as an ode to our misled youth. Johnny 3 Tears Alright so before I give my explanation, I just want to say that I have might be wrong about it and this is mainly what I infer from the song and what the song could be possibly talking about. Now, the chorus 'We are made from broken parts' could be talking how the band is built from different individuals who didn't know each other and still came together somehow to create music. It could also actually mean how the society is broken and how the people are broken from the start. The song is mainly talking about the people in LA although it is also true worldwide. It is about how the society breaks the individual to make him or her fit into itself. And yet again the song could be talking about how artists like Hollywood Undead who are famous are broken individuals despite having money, fame and success. The song talks about LA, California. Now, Los Angeles and Hollywood is actually a very dark place to be in with a lot of dirty secrets. Celebrities like actors and musicians end up giving their souls for money, fame and success. This is what I infer from the line sung by Johnny 3 Tears- 'If you can lose it all then welcome to broadway, silicone dreams and your name on the marquee.' He even raps about being married to the d*vil in the city of Angels- referring probably to what he has done to reach where he has reached. Ironically, Los Angeles is the city of angels while it is also one of the darkest places on Earth. Now, I don't want to talk about why it is dark because I don't want to discuss those things in detail. The lyrics about being hot and dark in hell give you an idea as to what it is about. Even DMX had an album with a similar name - Its Dark and Hell is Hot. Meanwhile, the song could also be referring to Deuce who was dismissed from the band. J Dog's verse could be talking about how Deuce was arrogant and how he came beating on their door in the face of rejection. Deuce actually had a lot of beef with the band and released a song called 'Story of a Snitch' which was a diss track aimed at the band. Again the lyrics give the view of how the society in LA is like through references like- c*ke fiends, overdo*ed etc. The song is about how the society wants to rebel against the power structure. Poor people have no option but to live the way they do simply because of how the system has been created. Johnny 3 Tears is probably talking about how he wants the corrupt people to witness the world through his eyes to see the world that they have given to people who are victims of their corrupt policies and practices. Music Video Shawn "Clown" Crahan, drummer and founding member of the heavy metal band Slipknot directed the music video and it was filmed at 'Linda Vista Hospital' known to be the most haunted place in California. Overall the music video has several elements of vandalism which keeps the viewer glued to the screen.

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The Darkest Day || TASM One Shot

Summary/Prompt by @liz-allyn​: On a rainy winter night, Peter suddenly spots you crouching in the middle of a busy highway. He swoops in and saves you before you end up flattened by a bus. But something is wrong. You’re dazed, confused, you can’t remember… anything. Peter realizes you’re covered in blood. It’s not yours.

Warnings: Gif of blood under the cut. Heavy mentions of blood. Mentions of an almost blow job. Stabbing. Sexual Assault. Panic. Death of a loved one. Shock. Angst. 

Tag List: (I think only one person specifically asked to be tagged in any tasm things I write. The other’s were just for the Pinky Promise series. I think. Idk I didn’t want to spam or bother anyone lol. Let me know if I missed you or wanted to be added to any future tasm writing or just for PP series)  @anakins-angel​

A/N: Thank you to @liz-allyn for suggesting this prompt to people. You’re the true hero here. I live and breathe for angst. 

“Wake up, wake up...please. No, no, no. You can’t do this to me. Get up! Get up!”

You shook the shoulders of your best friend as he laid motionless on the ground next to you. His head lolled to the side, eyes staring lifeless ahead of him, as blood pooled around his body. There was too much of it. It was wet and warm as it soaked into your clothing. You tried to stop the bleeding. You tried to place your hands over the gaping hole in his stomach. 

Apply pressure. 

Every time you pushed your hands down more blood bubbled up out of the wound. It was impossible to keep your hands over it. They kept slipping. It was just too big. There was too much. 

Too much blood. 

“No...”

This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t real. You squeezed your eyes shut. You weren’t here. This was a nightmare. You would open your eyes and you’d wake up in your bed. Everything would be fine. Danny was fine. It was okay. He was okay. You were okay. He’s fine.

You opened your eyes again. 

Danny wasn’t fine. 

Danny was dead. 

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. 

“Help!” You tried to cry out but your voice cracked, the sound swallowed by your own sobs. “Someone. Help him. Please.” 

No one was coming. In was in middle of night in the dead of winter. Rain poured from the sky’s above. You watched the water wash his river of blood down the pavement of the dark alley. The two of you had decided to use it as a short cut on your way home after a night of drinking. 

“Get out of here.” Those had been his last words. 

You didn’t want to leave him but he was right. He was always right. 

“I’m sorry,” you leaned down and kissed his blood stained cheek before pushing yourself up.

You started running. 

---

Twenty minutes ago you had been laughing. He had been telling you an outrageous story of a man he tried to have sex with in the nightclub bathroom while you walked home. The two of you were huddled under a single umbrella in an attempt to hide from the rain. He was going on and on about how hot the stranger had been, how he was so horny, he was ready to take him right there in the dirty stall. You had choked on your own saliva in a fit of giggles when he explained how he was on his knees, just as he was about take this beautiful man into his mouth, someone had burst into the stall next to them and starting unloading a nights worth of shit beside them. He was describing the horrible smell in such detail, both of you with tears of laughter in your eyes, when a hooded figure stepped out from behind a dumpster. 

“Oh, how mysterious!” Danny had snickered at the man. “You know, I like them tall, dark, and handsome.” You were both still buzzing from your drinks and laughter still hung your lips. Neither of you had realized the gravity of the situation you had just stepped into. 

The man moved forward, he pulled something from his pocket, the glint of a shiny knife in the moonlight caught your eye. The laughter faded from both your faces. 

“Hey, man. We don’t want trouble. We don’t have any money. We’re just trying to get home,” Danny’s voice lowered an octave when he spoke. He was putting on his macho act in front of the stranger. You hugged closer to his side. 

“It’s real rainy out,” a voice slithered over your shoulder. You yelped and spun around to come face to face with another man behind you. They had you trapped on either side of the alley. “How’s about you hand over that umbrella? You wouldn’t want us to get too wet would you? It seems only fair that you share it.” 

Danny gave you a worried glance. He closed the umbrella and reluctantly handed it over. You both knew they were only trying to get it away incase he decided to use it as a weapon to fend them off. 

The second man snatched it from his hand and tossed it behind him, “Good boy. Now how about you do a little more sharing. My friend and I would like to borrow this sweet, fine lady here for a little bit. I don’t think she’d mind.” He reached out a grimy hand and rubbed it up your thigh and under the black velvet of the short club dress you were wearing. 

Your eyes widened and you slapped away his hand, backing yourself against Danny’s chest. 

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You spat out at him. 

They each gave a dark laugh in response. The second man spoke again. He seemed to be the one in charge, “Aw, so cute. I like it when they try to act all tough.” 

Danny shoved you behind him, hiding you the corner between the dumpster and the wall, his body closing you off from the men’s sight. He was never a psychical fighter but, when it came to the people he loved, you knew he’d do whatever it took. You placed your hand on his back.

“Let’s just run,” you whispered in his ear.

“I’m not letting either of you near her. It’s time you both fucked off and bothered someone else,” his voice didn’t quiver once but you knew he was scared. You knew everything about him. 

“I’ve had enough,” the man with the knife spoke for the first time since you met. His voice was deep and sinister. It sent shivers down your spine. “Move,” he spoke to Danny directly now. You couldn’t see his face but you could tell Danny was staring him straight in the eye.

“Never,” he had replied. You heard him spit into the man’s face. 

Then it happened. 

The man didn’t even say a word. He made no sound. He just lunged at Danny and ripped the knife into his chest. 

Danny doubled over.

One, two, three. Three times the knife plunged in and out of your friend’s stomach. 

“What the fuck are you doing, man?!” The second guy backed away. His eyes were wide. “We didn’t agree on killing on anyone! It was just to scare them. This wasn’t the plan!” He turned around and ran out of the alley. 

The first man shoved Danny’s curled over body to the side. He hit the wet pavement with a heavy thud. Red poured from his stomach. The man turned to looked directly at you. It was the first time you got a good look at his face. He had a long, jagged, red scar across his left cheek and his eyes were a piercing blue. You couldn’t move. 

“See you later, sweetheart.” He smiled at you before he turned and ran after his partner. 

Frozen. 

It had taken you a few passing seconds before you were even able to break out of the shock. Danny’s hand wrapping around your ankle was what it took to pull you back. 

You gasped and bent down beside him, your frantic eyes trying desperately to take in what you were seeing. 

“Go,” he whispered to you. Blood painted his lips and dribbled down his chin when he spoke. “Before they come back. Get out of here.” 

He let out one last, long breath as he body went limp in front of you. You watched the life leave his open eyes. 

Gone.

---

Rain pelted your skin as you ran. It mixed in beautifully with the tears streaming down your face. 

You couldn’t see where you going. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t hear. You could only run. 

Faster and faster. Further and further. You had to get away. You had to put as must distance as possible between you and your friend. 

Danny’s dead eyes flashed in your vision. 

Stop it. 

You couldn’t shake the image from your thoughts. You ran faster. Pushed yourself harder. 

His eyes chased you. 

Haunting you.

You stopped short. Out of breath. Panting. Danny’s eyes still invading your every thought. 

You let out a blood curdling scream and sunk to the ground. You wrapped your arms around your legs and pulled them close. You wanted to be with him. You shouldn’t have left him there. He was alone. Dead. No one to comfort him. No one to hold him. 

Rotting alone in the rain. 

A loud horn ruptured through your ears and blinding lights dazed your vision. 

You closed your eyes. 

---

“Where are you hurt?” 

Someone was speaking to you. Their hands felt their way over your body, looking for the source of the bleeding. 

You jerked away from their touch, kicking out the person, and curling yourself into a ball, “Don’t touch me!” 

Panic rose in your chest. You could feel the hands of that man sliding up your thighs. 

The knife.

Danny’s eyes. 

You shook your head. Eyes squeezed shut. 

“Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me. Leave me alone,” you mumbled into the grass under you. 

The smell of wet dirt filled your nostrils and grass tickled your cheek.

“Okay! I’m not touching you. I need to know where the blood is coming from though. Can you tell me where it hurts?” 

You kept yourself bathed in the darkness behind your eyelids. If you opened them, you’d be back in reality. In the dark, at least you could hide. Nothing was real if you couldn’t see it. 

“Not mine,” you muttered. 

Danny’s. Danny’s blood. 

“Okay,” the voice softened. “You’re not in danger anymore. You’re safe. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You can call me Spiderman. I’m going to take care of you.” 

That was enough to get you to peak through your lashes. 

Sure enough, Spiderman was kneeling in front of you. At first you felt relief. You felt safe. He wouldn’t let those men get near you. 

Danny. Your sweet, beautiful, Danny. 

He was going to be a lawyer. Not the shitty kind. The kind that helped fight for those who were underprivilege. He wanted to be of service to the poor, the minorities, the one’s who the law was always stacked against. He was going to help people. A man of the people. A hero.

Now he’s dead. 

Your relief turned to anger at the loss of your friend. 

Where had Spiderman been a half hour ago? Why hadn’t he shown up to save Danny? He was too late. You weren’t the one who needed the saving. 

You stared at his stupid mask. You hated him. 

You staggered to your feet. He copied your movements though his were a lot more graceful. You rushed at him. Shoving your hands against his shoulders, pushing him. There was fire behind your eyes. 

“Why didn’t save him? You should have saved him! He needed your help and you weren’t there!” 

Tears streamed down your face. You banged your fists against his chest. You hated him. You hated Spiderman. This was all his fault. 

“Why weren’t you there? Why didn’t help him?” 

Each blow of your fist against his suit probably hurt you more than it did him but it felt good. You wanted him to hurt you back. You wanted to feel something other the grief. So you kept antagonizing him. 

“You’re a pathetic excuse for a superhero! You can’t even save one person!” You yelled, sorrow dripping from the sound. He made no attempts to stop you, to restrain you, to move away from the abuse. He just stood there and took it. It made you despise him even more. 

“Hit me back!” You screeched at him. 

“I hate you!” Hit. “I hate you!” Hit. “I hate you...”

Your lip quivered. Each punch of your fist got weaker each time until you were barely just grazing his chest. “Why did he have die? Why him?”

All the fight drained out of you. Your shoulders slumped and you closed your eyes, stumbling forward. 

He caught you in his arms and pulled you tightly against him. You allowed it to happen, burying your head into the fabric of his suit, you wanted someone to hold you. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered in your ear. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me. I’m here now though. Let me help you.” 

You whimpered and nodded your head. You felt bad for having had hit him.

You stayed with your face hidden in his chest. You could feel him turning his head to look around. 

“We’re right by a public pool. No one should be there. Let me bring you over there to calm down. You can tell me what happened. We can get you cleaned up in the bathroom.” He was too sweet for someone you had just tried to attack. 

For the first time since you started running, you look around to observe your surroundings. You were standing near a busy road. Is that where Spiderman had grabbed you from? You didn’t remember purposely running out into it. You were quite a few blocks away from where you had left Danny. It surprised you how far you had blindly ran. 

Spiderman gently released you from his hug and took your hand in his. 

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s fix you up. 

---

The rain had stopped and the moon had pushed its way out behind the clouds. There was dark green cover stretched over the pool. It wasn’t open in the winter. Spiderman was right, no one would be here. If it was any other strange man, you would have felt unsafe being somewhere like this alone with them. For whatever reason, you trusted him to keep you safe. That was supposed to be his job, after all. 

He fiddled with the locked door to the bathrooms. You stood close behind him. Your fingers stuck together. You held them up to your face. Without the rainfall, Danny’s blood had begun to dry on your skin. You forced your fingers apart, watching as the blood cracked and broke away. Goosebumps formed on your exposed legs from cool night air. 

You felt nothing anymore. 

“There!” Spiderman exclaimed when the door popped open. “It’s not breaking and entering when it’s for a good reason.” 

You pushed past him and walked into the dark room. You used to swim at this pool in the summers when you were a child. The place still looked the same. A small office greeted you as you walked in. Down the short hallway to your left were two large, full bathrooms and changing rooms for the guests to use at the leisure. Lockers lines the walls of the hall. 

Spiderman must have hit the light switch because florescent lights buzzed on above your head. It was too bright. Your eyes had been adjusted to the dark. You cast them down to the floor to keep them from hurting. 

He stepped in front of you. 

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” 

You shook your head no. 

“Listen. I need to call someone to help. You mentioned someone was hurt. They might need an ambulance.” 

An ambulance? You don’t need an ambulance when you’re dead. 

“He’s dead,” your voice was monotone, lacking any emotion. 

“Who is?” Spiderman guided you to a wooden bench against the wall. You let him pull you down onto it. His arm wrapped around your neck, his hand dangling over your shoulders. You focused in on his hand. It was mostly red with blue tipped fingers. The material was made up of little hexagon patterns. You never got to see the details of his costume from the news footage you had seen. He was always so far away. 

“My friend. My best friend. Danny. They killed him. Two men. One had a knife. The one who killed him had a scar on his left cheek and blue eyes. I didn’t really get to see the other guy. That’s all I remember.” You turned to stare at him with empty eyes. “Do you think I can shower here? I don’t want his blood on me anymore.”

He nodded. His hand brushed against your cheek. “I’m really sorry you had to go through this. I’m going to call the police for you. They’ll find your friend. Do you know where his body is?” 

You told him the name of the street you had been on before you crossed into the alleyway. He thanked you. 

---

The shower tiles were cold under your feet. Your bloody dress sat crumpled over your shoes in the corner of the room. You hadn’t turned the lights on. You wanted to be in the dark. The shower rattled to life. It was probably the first time anyone had used it since the start of the winter season. Cold water blasted from the spout. Your initial instinct was to move away from the freezing water but you forced yourself under it. You thought about switching it over to hot water but chose not to. The cold numbed the outside of your body in a way that matched how you felt on the inside. 

Watery blood swirled around your feet as it ran off your body. Even in the dark, you could make out the bright red color moving around you. All you could feel was blood. You felt like it was everywhere. You felt like you were drowning in it. You scrubbed at your arms, your legs, your chest, your face. You had to get it off. You had to get him off you. Parts of your friend washing down the drain under your feet. Tears burned in your eyes. Why was this happening? Why Danny? 

Your heart hurt with a heavy, aching pain you had never felt before. The urge to scream overtook you. You let it rip from your throat, bouncing and echoing off the walls, as you fell to your knees in the shower. You hung your head and cried. 

The door burst open. Spiderman ran to your side. He reached for you. 

“Jesus, it’s freezing!” He turned the shower knob to hot and knelt beside you under the stream of water as it began to warm up. “Are you hurt?”

You couldn’t look at him. Your body was shaking, both from the cold and the sobs bursting out of you. Snot ran from your nose. You knelt there cold, wet, and naked as you cried. You felt so small. So exposed. 

Spiderman spot a web at a large, white towel hanging on a hook and dragged it to him. He wrapped it around your body, pulling you into his lap, and cradling you like a child. He kept the both of you under the water flow. Steam was now rising. The hot water soaked through the towel and into your skin, warming you up. You started to stop shivering. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered to you as he rocked his body back and forth. It was so soothing of a motion. “Nobody should ever have lose someone like that. It’s not fair. The world is not fair. It’s all bullshit.” 

You nestled your head against his shoulder. He was so kind. So good.

And you were so tired.

“I’m sorry I hit you,” you closed your eyes. “You’re not a pathetic super hero. You can’t be everywhere at once. I don’t know why I said those things.” 

“I do. I’ve said them to myself countless times. But you can’t dwell on the ‘what ifs’ or else it will consume you. Trust me, I’ve been there so many times before. You have to keep moving foreword and just do what you can. I might not have been able to save your friend tonight but I was able to save you from getting hit by a bus. Instead of two deaths, I have one. It’s not great odds. Death still happens. But you’re alive. That’s one less person I don’t have to see buried in the ground. And sometimes one is better than none.”

Today you met two types of strangers. One who wanted to harm you. The other who wanted to help you. Even in the darkest day, there were still good people. There were people who wanted to help. They outweighed the bad.

You hid your face against his chest. 

“You’re a good person, Spidey.”  

---

"When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, 'Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping. '" 

-Mr. Fred Rogers

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andante

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Reader

Prompt: oK so how about like?? Delia x reader and they're both in love af but they think the other has no feelings for them so they're both tripping over themselves to make the other love them and then madison comes in and she's just like 'stop being dumb' and they finally realise how much the other loves them.

I’m sorry but my ed crept back in and im not horny enough to put more thought into writing so just ignore the massive time skip at “---”. enjoy, you strange people xo

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It's crazy. Falling. You see? We don't say "rising into love". There is in it, the idea of the fall. And it goes back to extremely fundamental things. That there is always a curious tie at some point between the fall and the creation. Taking this ghastly risk is the condition of there being life. You see, for all life is an act of faith and an act of gamble...

Between Cordelia Goode's ears were pretty brown eyes and a mind full of thoughts. Brown eyes were never really your favourite until you saw them on her. You knew yourself that somehow, over the years you got to know Cordelia; working with her, befriending her, carrying her home from the bar one night when she got far too drunk, letting her cry into your shoulder when her job became too real and she could feel her mother's words hanging over her head.

When you started falling for the woman with those beautiful brown eyes.

Somehow, her eyes were now your favourite colour.

Not brown- brown wasn't simply the word for the colour. Cordelia's eyes were the colour of aged whiskey. Sometimes they were the only two safe shots of tequila that you could see. Sometimes they were a beautiful milk chocolate dotted with exposed honeycomb. Once when she had asked you to help her decorate the garden for the Summer Equinox- she had given Zoe enough money to take the girls on a field trip for the day so she could give the girls a little party. You stood watching her in her denim shorts and her white button up. When she had stepped back and put her arm around you to admire both of your handy work you could have sworn her eyes were glowing like fresh magma.

Her hand lay on your waist a split second too long.

You had fallen in love with the Supreme.

"Yo, bitch!" Madison Montgomery's usual entrance phrase disturbed you from your imagination. You raised your brow and smirked.

"Yes, Madison?"

The blonde took her sunglasses off her face and closed them with a slight snap. "The girls want to know if you wanna come to play Pysch! with us," she said. Her lips were curled in what could almost be described as a friendly smile. You were one of the few honoured to know that under Madison's bitchy white girl facade there was actually a very sweet someone lurking under there.

You thought for a moment and put your pen down. "I won't be long- I just have to log these last few names and I'll be there," you tell her. Madison rolled her eyes and waved her hand, the pen lifted itself and wrote the last thirteen names within seconds. "You're done. Let's go, Y/N."

Madison didn't even give you a minute to say anything before she walked out of the room. "Come on, bitch. Don't make me use my powers!" she called from the hallway, finally motivating you to move.

The girls sat in a circle in Zoe's bedroom. Lights off. Candles lit.

Zoe, Queenie, Mallory, and Coco were indulged in their phones for the game. Madison turned to you and held up her phone to show you the question. "What is Zoe's deepest, darkest secret?" she read. "You gotta answer it and the person with the most votes wins. It lasts for ten rounds and it can be fucking hilarious."

Zoe's face was red with laughter at the answers. "She's not actually a witch- that's not even funny," she gasped through cackles. She then sobered slightly. "She likes to watch Danny Devito movies while masturbating and screaming 'I am a dirty man'."

Madison was the only one who chortled at that.

You joined the game and got your best answers ready in your head. "If Madison got arrested tomorrow what would it be for?"

Madison rolled her eyes and muttered something about knowing exactly what everyone was about to answer. You smirked slightly, sensing her slight apprehension.

Prostitution.

Murder. Third-degree.

Fucking up the brakes on a bus full of frat boys.

Public Nudity.

"Gosh, you're so original," she muttered, glaring right at Zoe, who just shrugged.

"It's the rules of the game, bitch. Go all in, don't get offended," she replied.

The game pinged for the next question.

"What is on Y/N's mind right now?"

Coco gave a loud "Ha!" and typed quickly, along with the other girls who were all typing as quickly as possible to get their answers in first.

A quiet knock came from the other side of the door and Cordelia poked her head around. "Sorry to interrupt, girls. Y/N, could I borrow you for a moment?" she asked, voice sweet and angelic. You bounced up as soon as she finished the sentence and obliged straight away. You were met with a sweet smile.

Madison flicked her brows. "Speak of the devil," she muttered, winking at Delia's slightly confused face. As you left, your phone pinged to announce the results just before you left the game.

Cordelia 🥵🥵🥵

Delia. I ship it <3

Getting knuckle deep finger fucked by the HWIC

French fries

You quickly shut off your phone screen before Cordelia could see.

"What's the matter, Delia?" You asked, practically skipping alongside her. There was a vibrant air of satisfaction between you.

Cordelia shook her head, her blonde hair bobbing with her movements. “I just wanted to know if you’d like to go out.”

You felt your heart stop. “Go out?”

Cordelia looked hurt by the confusion on your face.

“Yes. Would you like to join me in the garden?”

“Oh,” you realised, slightly disappointed. “I would love to.”

---

"For the love of Hades. Right, I don’t mean to sound rude or anything because I have some understanding that lesbians are fucking useless because of the fear of appearing to be predatory because the media is an asshole,” Madison continued. “But I don’t really think any of us can eat at this table anymore without choking on the fucking sexual tension between the both of you.”

Cordelia looked shocked. “It’s not that-”

“I’m a fucking mindreader! You do get that I can fucking hear the things that you say in your head about what you want to do to Y/N? I’m one gutter minded bitch and not even I’m creative enough to come up with that shit while I’m eating my fucking apple turnover!”

You blushed hard and chuckled.

Madison’s neck snapped towards you. “Oh, and don’t getting me fucking started on you! Do you know how fucking unsanitary it would be to carry out your little fantasies of fucking Cordy on the kitchen counter? Not even for us but the amount of fucking crumbs that would work into your nooks and crannies would be like trying to spring clean Myrtle's fucking hair! "

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Cordelia chuckled nervously. Her face turning a shade of red. “I’m sure Y/N’s got plenty of better options.”

Madison dropped her face in her hands and rubbed her temples. “God, you bitches are going to put fucking years on my skin.”

“Oh, give me a break, Madison.”

Cordelia stumbled foward slightly, having been tripped up by some unseeable force and sending her tumbling into you. Her hands lay against your chest for that split second too long once more.

Your lips parted for a moment and your breath hitched as you both watched Madison smirk and leave the room. It felt like your heart was beating at a thousand miles an hour. You surroundings were unnoticable to you now; replaced by unidentifiable whirls of colour and light. Your hand rested flat on Cordelia’s cheek. It was different this time. Not the spark, that had been there every time you touched. It was the fact that you were both too slow to ignore the ignition that started in your chests. 

You saw her eyebrows falter from their previously confident expression, like all of her preparation and barriers and walls had fallen down and she was too slow to replace them. Cordelia pursed her lips, presumably trying to figure out what she should say to you. Again, she was too slow as you inhaled sharply and thrust yourself forward to catch her lips.

Delia was quick to mould herself to the curves of your front, hands falling to the small of your back on a collision course as she backed you into the dining room table. You smoothed your hands over the contours of her jaw, her collar bones, breasts, hips like you were a master pianist playing a brilliant concerto. Her body was the only instrument you longed to play; her moans the only melody that you longed to draw from her.

As her lips glided across your own, everything came together like pieces into place. You thought back one of those late nights in the kitchen. The way Delia’s fingers had so enthusiastically laced through yours during the late night in the kitchen when you had both stayed up until the wee hours of the morning talking about life. How the witch had turned the radio on and taken your hand while you danced to some song by REO Speedwagon. Twirling you through the night. “Can’t fight this feeling” was the song. Ironic, now that you thought about it. It seemed as though fighting her feelings was what she had been doing the entire time.

She twirled you around in the light of the dim television and the refrigerator when the songs were upbeat, even going as far as dipping you and pulling you up again. Bare thighs against your own in her shorts and oversized shirt. When the songs that were played were slower, she was more gentle. Until eventually you swayed in a slow two-step, your head against her chest, and hers against yours. The air was thick with something pure. Something untouched. 

You had no idea why you ever just thought this was something two best friends did. More so, you had no idea why you didn’t lean back and dip into her lips and allow your souls to dance the waltz that they were so clearly destined for. 

Cordelia’s thumb and finger lay on either side of your jaw as she continued to kiss you as if her soul depended on it. Her fingers interlocked with yours against the table.

She broke away, tears had fallen down her cheeks and made your heart melt. “Oh-ho,” you chuckled, mouth agape at her sight. “Why the tears, my love?”

Cordelia laughed, wiping away her tears. “I’ve longed to do that for so long,” she replied. “So, so long.”

You chuckled at her sweetness and the display of pure love that you were so unaccustomed to.

“I fell in love with you, Y/N. I don’t think I will ever stop falling in love with you. You’ve created this storm of beautiful chaos in me,” she continued. “Do you remember that night where I was really sleepy, so you let me just stay in your room? How I had fallen asleep on top of you by accident and you wrapped your arms around me and hummed a lullaby?”

You nodded, remember the feeling of waking up with the Supreme in your arms.

“I was wide awake,” she told you. A delicate smile arose.

You chuckled into her touch.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you replied, drawing her closer, her blonde hair twirled in your fingers. “I know you were.”

[adamwatchesmovies]

The Crow: Wicked Prayer (2005)

Let’s thank our Father in Heaven for the end of the Crow series. The Crow: Wicked Prayer is so awful even the most hardcore fanatics would dismiss it as heresy. Its only redeeming value is a smidge of originality - not to be confused for quality.

When a gang of Satanists murders James “Jimmy” Cuervo (Edward Furlong) and his girlfriend Lily (Emmanuelle Chriqui), he’s granted a chance at revenge by the Crow spirit. When Jimmy discovers his murder was part of a ritual to summon Satan/The Anti-Christ to Earth, the human race depends on this young man enacting his supernatural vengeance.

On the DVD cover of The Crow 3: Salvation, a quote exclaims “The best of the ‘Crow’ sequels!” this dubious statement is a warning. The third picture in the series is about as far away from 'good' as I am from walking on water. Despite knowing that this picture had no chance of being digestible under any definition, I was not properly prepared for Wicked Prayer.

There are so many things wrong with this movie. To begin, this Crow has no presence. He’s not intimidating or charismatic, no amount of flashbacks showing us him and his girlfriend together can squeeze any amount of sympathy or interest from his plight. You’re too busy laughing at the ridiculous makeup, applied via Sharpie (I’m not kidding). It's a cheap movie that was halfheartedly cobbled together. The continuity is horrendous, with numerous scenes alternating between Jimmy having white makeup on his face, and others with nothing but the black lines on his forehead and cheeks. Yikes.

At least this time around the Crow has to fight someone other than a bunch of generic thugs. Not only are they ex-convicts, they’re Satanists who name themselves after the four horsemen of the Apocalypse. “Pestilence” (Yuji Okumoto), “Famine” (Tito Ortiz), and “War” (Marcus Chong) are led by “Death” (David Boreanaz) and his fiancé... Lola (Tara Reid). They’re as thrilling as a pair of dirty socks, even during the climax when Death becomes inhabited by the spirit of Satan/transformed into the Antichrist. The film seems to believe the two terms are interchangeable, or maybe no one bothered to proofread it. They certainly didn't care enough to give Dennis Hopper any good lines. Honestly, why bother when you're making a direct-to-DVD picture in a franchise that hasn’t been good since 1994.

In addition to making every mistake its predecessors have made, this film pioneers new kinds of blunders, courtesy of the loony doomsday plot. This is the kind of infernal sentence that should be unintentionally hilarious. Instead, it’s a chore to watch. The DVD I viewed did not offer subtitle options, meaning I had to listen carefully while everyone else around me wailed like the tormented spirits found in Dante’s Second Circle of Hell. At least Danny Trejo got paid for his small part. What am I getting out of it?

If you’re a fan of the series, just watch the first one again. I’ve seen all of them and in order of best to worst, it goes The Crow, The Crow 3: Salvation, The Crow 2: City of Angels and finally Crow 4: Wicked Prayer. Huh. I guess that quote on the DVD cover was right. That doesn't mean anything. I can’t think of any reason to recommend The Crow 4: Wicked Prayer to anyone. Even if you’re a fan of the actors, all they do is embarrass themselves. I bet they're praying every night they could forget about this movie. I sure do. (On DVD, September 30, 2016)

[chayacat]

Devil’s Sweet Star (22)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Ghostface x Female Reader  

Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut  

***

Laziness. We humans are the champions of laziness. We always push something back the next day or the day after. And sometimes wrongly. Because even the important things, we push them back to the next day. We're lazy on everything, shopping, cleaning, meals, showers, outings, work... Life in general. But where we are the laziest, where we are the champions of the world, what do I say, of the universe, what do I say again, of the whole galaxy! It's to get up.

Aaaah...How good it is to stay in a bed, so soft, so fluffy, that we could say that it’s a cloud. Not a sound, a perfect silence... Why wake up and get up when you can easily stay in bed and sleep all day? Because... Because you have to live anyway. And then starving and stinking the old goat is not an option.

Danny opened his eyes dimly, the soft glow of the day glimmering his cheek. And the first thing he saw and felt made him smile. You were there, in bed, in his arms, a smile on your face, a smile that sublimated your face. He did the right thing not to kill you. For now. Even though he couldn't take you to the seventh heaven that night, he couldn't help but feel some satisfaction in keeping you close to him for the whole night.  

Seeing this... He was thinking about Carla. She was the same. Never let go in the morning, worse than an oyster to his rock. He would give anything to see her again... Just one last time. He rose gently, without waking you, to sit on the bed. He gently opened the drawer of his nightstand to take out the picture. He'll never separate from this picture. It was the only thing, the only memory of her, that he possessed.

He couldn't help but think about it: how would his life be today if Carla were still alive? Well first of all, he wouldn't be a murderer all over the country. I think it’s a no-brainer that we can all make. They both had plans, each would have made a career, they would have had their own home. Children... They would have had a good life. They would have had... But that will never happen now. He suddenly felt two hands resting on his torso, then a head landing in the hollow of his neck. He turned his head slightly to see you, a slight smile on your lips, your hair slightly in battle.

“Sorry... I didn't want to wake you up. You know you can sleep a little longer...” He said before kissing you.

“Don't worry... you have nothing to do with it. And then I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep if you're gone. You're hot, at least, with you I'm not going to get cold.” you respond sticking to him before looking at the picture. “It's... Is that Carla? She was really pretty... You were lovely together... I almost feel ridiculous by comparison.”

“Hey, don't say that. You are one of the most beautiful girls I have ever met. What Carla and I lived... How she was... Will never be comparable to the two of us. I could never forget her. That's impossible. But I can't stay like this forever. I have to move forward, and it is with you that I want to move forward now. That is what she would like me to do. And I will, for her. Now all that matters is you. OK?” He replied, hugging you tenderly.

“Thank you, Jed...you’re so adorable.” you answer.

“I know. I'm going to prepare breakfast, I'm not as expert as you but... Eggs and bacon only resist me very rarely. I'll let you wake up gently.”  

He got up as he stretched, then put on a pair of pants and a black tank top. Then he went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, releasing eggs and two slices of bacon. Then he turned on the gas and cooked it for each plate. He served each plate and took out orange juice. Everything we need for the day. Today he had planned to spend time with you. Even if first, he had to take you to the police station so that you could make your statement. And of course.... it's with Inspector Wilhelm. Decidedly, it’s to be believed that he is the only inspector of this city ... And yet there are four of them. Of course not. He's the one who falls on.  

The day he can kill him... will be the icing on the cake. Of course, if he's going to kill him, he'll do it when he leaves town. Because unfortunately he won't be able to stay forever in Roseville. In any case, it’s not in his plans. And if you could follow... that would be perfect. Of course, you have your business here... but he will wait until you have an employee qualified enough to take over the coffee, and you will open another one in your new city.

And then... maybe he can accomplish his projects, which he had with Carla, with you? It's a possibility. And like that... you could never leave him. You would be his adorable little wife... raising your children and also working on your side. And he will do the same, Danny is not the type to do nothing in a relationship. He returned to his bedroom when he saw you, your hand on the doorknob of his office. He stepped forward and put a hand on your shoulder gently, which startled you and let go of the handle.

“Curiosity is a nasty flaw my love. There are precious things I care about in there. Even though I know you won't touch anything... I... I can't let you in right now. But promised... one day you'll be able to access this room. The breakfast is ready and careful: I would be very upset if there is anything left on the plate.” He said before kissing you and laugh.

“Yes, sir! leave nothing in the plate or otherwise grumpy Jed will wake up.” You answer laughing.

“I was thinking... After you go to the police station, maybe we could spend a little day together? nothing but you and me... wherever you want, in the park, in the museum, in the shops... even though the shops and I are not very good friends.”

“Why not? And then I could take the opportunity to check if everything's okay at the café. In case some naughty little bake thieves passed.”

“It's not me... I was very well watched last night.”  

You both laugh before you eat. Then Danny cleared it, took his stuff and waited until you were ready to leave to open the door and take the keys to the van. Both, you’re heading towards the vehicle and once properly settled, Danny started and set off for the police station. He didn't think he'd see Wilhelm again anytime soon. He parked in the parking lot of the police station and decided to accompany you. There's no way you're going to be alone with Wilhelm.

You both showed up at the reception and the policeman informed the inspector before letting you through. Danny smiled, he couldn't stand this place, at the same time who wants to be here? No one. But unfortunately, he has no choice even if he could have stayed in the van, Danny prefers to stay with you. He still imagines Wilhelm's face when he sees him. And that didn't take long. Wilhelm was waiting outside his office and when he saw Danny, a little grin appeared on his face.

“Olsen... still in my paws, isn't it? What are you doing here?” He asks, with a false smile.

“Well, I'm coming with my girlfriend. It's been official for a while. It's silly a few days ago you wouldn't have seen me.” Danny responds with a provocative smile.

“Tsk. Well... I don't see what women find in the journalist.... Especially you. Anyway, come in, miss. On the other hand, Olsen, you're staying there.”

“Oh no I don't think so, I wouldn't leave that beautiful angel alone with you.”

Wilhelm growled slightly and let Danny into the office with you. He gave you a little smile and a wink before sitting down with you. The deposition lasted about an hour and a half, Wilhelm sometimes asking you for details about your assault. And on your attacker. After all, He has to know if there's a connection between him and you.  

Danny didn't tell anything. And held back from smiling or laughing when thinking about McKellan. If Wilhelm knew... if he could quickly find his body so Danny could see his head... if he started vomiting it would be the icing on the cake. And once again, he won't be suspected. Everything is perfect. You leave the police station after a few minutes, not without Danny and Wilhelm exchanging a few more spades. Then he joins you, gently taking you by the waist.

“I have the impression that you and Wilhelm are not on very good terms, I'm wrong?” you ask ironically

“Let's say that according to him I am... what does he call me already? Oh, yes! a "dirty weasel that deserves a big kick in the ass". So technically... No, we're both not really on good terms. Ah and also because I usually find more information about the Ghostface murders than he did then... you understand why he doesn't like me too much...” Danny responds with a sneaky smile.  

“I see indeed... Ok... Where are we going now?”

“Wherever you want my love. Tell me what you'd want and I'll take you there.”

“Hm... Let's go to the park. We can land quietly... and enjoy the day. And then we'll go out and eat. I've never tested Indian food...”

“Mattew has a very bad memory of it... Don't ever talk to him about it if you don't want to see him twist in half.” Replied Danny, laughing a little.  

Danny got in the van and waited for you to get on board to start and leave the parking lot of the police station. He went towards the park and besides, he knew exactly where to go to be quiet. The park being quite large, there was a small lake that hardly anyone frequented. So, you won't be disturbed at this place. A perfect moment of calm and peace that Danny wanted.

The park was big. people were scattered all over the place, children played while adults chatted, sipping a small glass of wine or other fun. Danny looked up at the sky, people are inveterate drunks. He also drank and held alcohol but no more than two drinks. The only time he went further than two drinks... Let's say he would have a hard time remembering how and why he woke up in a hammock... In his underwear. When it was cold. Well, he was in high school, and someone put a warm blanket on him. So, we can put this on account of the youthful spirit...

He parked not far from the lake and went down making sure everything was closed and then followed you to land right in front of the lake. The view from here was beautiful. For an artist or photographer, it was the perfect place.

“I often come here when I need to work quietly. And get some fresh air. Even if technically, I could just stay at home and open the window... I'm not that nerd... Not yet.” Said Danny using his coat to sit on the floor.

“It's kind of your secret garden... even if there are still people who come... It's very nice.” You said, sitting next to him.

You watch the lake for several hours while chatting. Some passers-by also came to settle down, and children came to play. In fact, Danny almost got a frisbee in his head twice. It's a good thing he had a good reflex. But despite his good reflexes, you laughed every time. A laugh he could hear all day. Then around noon, you leave the park to eat. There was a small Indian restaurant not far from the park. If Danny was content with a simple chicken curry, you on the other hand enjoy everything you had taken. It wasn't expensive but it was good. And he didn't even have time to get out of what to pay for. You paid, long before he took out his wallet.

Then came the afternoon shopping. Danny couldn't say no unfortunately, he promised to take you wherever you wanted to go. Fortunately, in another sense, not all of them were clothing stores. You made him buy a few decorations, a frame so he could put the picture of him and Carla and two/three other little things. Then comes the clothing store.

“I'm not a big fan of shorts and tank tops you know...” Said Danny, lying. He has to live as a Jed when he's with you. For now. He can’t wait the day when he can be again and simply himself.

“I think it looks good on you! It changes you! it makes you look more ... sexy.” you respond cheerfully.

“Well...if you say so. I'm going to listen to you. But don't expect to change my entire wardrobe...”

“Oh, but little by little I will get there! You won't even realize it.”

Danny sighed and laughed, shaking his head. The evening came, and as you had planned, you go to the café to check that everything was fine. And you take the opportunity to pass a broom. Then tired of your day, you both go home. But this time, Danny didn't have time to get you into his house, you've already opened the door to your apartment.

“You'll be able to sleep alone like a big boy tonight... I have to make the cakes for the shop tomorrow. Even though I'd prefer to spend time with you. I wish I could destroy the wall that separates our two apartments...” You said, laughing a little

“Unfortunately, I'm not sure the owners agree ... but living in the same apartment is not a possibility to be ruled out. you have to think about it... and in the meantime we will be separated by a wall...” said Danny before kissing you. “Good night my love. Have sweet dreams.”  

Danny went back to his apartment and closed the door. He put the bags and his coat on the sofa, the keys on the furniture of the entrance, and walked to his office. He's very lucky to have seen you ready to open the door. He would have a hard time explaining all of this to you. But one day you'll find out. One day... he may be himself again.

But the night was not over for him. He took his bag which contained his Ghostface outfit and prepared to leave. Tonight, he had no particular target. Tonight, he was lazy to stalk someone to kill him later. Tonight, we're going to change our method.  Tonight, a poor unlucky man will cross his path. And he'll die.  

Sometimes... The change in habits...feels good.

***

(I get my code exam! Yeah!!!! Next step: Driving! And that will be another story, because I'm little scared of driving XD. I hope you’ll like this chapter like the others ones! Now time for my brain to get some rest after an intense week! Have a good week-end!  See ya!)

[ladyteacups]

Experienced

GIF NOT MINE

Summary: Smut with a hit of plot... idk how much more you want.

A/N: I hope this don’t suck. I don’t write much smut but I was just inspired I guess. Some language is offensive probably so... don’t like it, don’t read it. I only read through it once so.. idk man. I just wanted to share.

Warnings: It’s dirty smut my guy. age gap. cursing, and again offensive language. don’t like, don’t read. unrequited crush. bad spelling, sorry I didn’t wanna spellcheck. breeding kink. gettin dirty in public.

Y/N was practically drooling on the training mat as she lay on her belly, her cheek propped up against her hand. Her best friend was right next to her, in the same position. They unintentionally gawked openly.

“He’s so beautiful,” Danny commented next to her.

Y/N nodded her agreement as Bucky’s muscles flexed with each rep he did.

“I wanna pull his hair so bad,” she said back.

Danny sighed. “You think he likes that kinda thing? Like… rough?”

Y/N nodded so fast she feared whiplash. “A hundred percent.” Her gaze shifted to Danny and it was returned at the admission.

“I bet he could really break me in, ya know what I mean?”

They both looked at him as he switched to pull ups. His back faced them and they both gasped at the scratches scattered across his back.

Danny giggled. “Some lucky girl really enjoyed herself.”

Y/N had to admit her jealousy. She wanted to be the one to put those marks on his skin. To give him a reminder of their passion.

“What I wouldn’t give to put my own mark on him.”

Y/N looked over at Danny with a smirk. “Where would you put it?” She wiggled her brows at her.

Danny blushed slightly. “Right on his-

“Hey guys.”

They both looked up to see Peter walking over. Reluctantly they wiped at the drool and stood to meet him.

“Hey Pete. What’s up?”

Peter answered Danny’s greeting but Y/N was still lost in Bucky’s heaving chest as he sipped his water and sent her a wink.

Good. Lord. Her face tinted pink, but he just went right back to work. Arms and pecs day, she noticed.. Nice.

“Y/N, did you hear me?”

Her gaze snapped back to Peter.

“Huh?”

He looked nervous.

“I said, me, Ned, and his girlfriend are all going to the carnival in town. I asked if you wanted to go?”

She nodded absentmindedly. “Uh, sure Pete. Sounds good.”

He smiled brightly but she was hardly paying him any mind. Her eyes were trained on Bucky’s arms, and wait a second.. Was that a tattoo she caught sight of? Swoon. Y/N wondered what it was. Something hot probably. Like a skull, or a spider, ooh or a pinup girl that looks an awful lot like her somehow.

“Cool so I’ll text you the deets.”

Peter’s smile was bright and drew her attention back. She just nodded.

When he walked off and Y/N expected her and Danny to go back to talking about the sexy man grunting as he lifted weights. Heavy weights. Like twice her body weight kind of weights. Damn, now she’s wondering what else the serum gave him.

“Y/N, why did you just agree to a date with Peter when you know you’re not into him?”

Y/N shook her head. “It’s not a date.”

“Uh, yes it is. A double date actually.”

“Well so what? Agreeing to go out doesn’t make him my boyfriend.”

Danny wanted to press the issue. She knew Peter was crushing hard on Y/N, but she wouldn’t look twice at him. He wasn’t nearly old enough to catch her eye. But Y/N was right. Plus maybe indulging the kid would make him see that Y/N wasn’t the one for him.

“Just don’t let him get his hopes up.”

Y/N agreed and they took a break from Bucky watch to go see a movie.

 Y/N returned a little later than expected. Her head was thrown back in laughter as she walked down the hall. Her attention fully on the phone call she was currently engaging in with her friend Matt.

“No way if I had the balls to seduce somebody I’d wear the little black number hiding in my closet. I think I’d die if anyone saw me in it though. Could you imagine me showing off my ugly birthmark? I don’t think so.”

Matt laughed and said something back, but she wasn’t paying attention anymore.

Bucky Barnes stepped into her path quick and quiet. She nearly stumbled, and hurried Matt off the phone when she saw the look in Bucky’s eyes.

Sticking the phone in her pocket she stood straight as a rod under Bucky’s scrutinizing gaze. He smirked at her after he looked her over.

“Well Y/L/N, how’d you enjoy your movie?”

She got the faintest impression that he didn’t actually give a shit, but she didn’t want to leave him.

“It was really funny. I’m already ready to see it again.”

“That’s great.” He looked her over again and asked suddenly, “So… this birthmark… where’s it at?”

She blushed deeply.

“Because, I’ve never seen one and I know I’ve seen plenty of your bare skin before.”

“Well it’s. Ya know. I- that’s personal.” She crossed her arms.

He wanted to laugh at her upset expression. Damn she’s cute.

“I guess I’ll have to find it then.”

Before she knew it, Bucky had grabbed her shirt and pulled her flush to him as he attacked her lips with a hunger she never witnessed before.

His hands roamed her belly, just above the hem of her skirt and she pulled him closer.

“Not here,” he said without looking.

Y/N shook her head, agreeing with him. Nope, definitely not there.

His hands moved upwards, caressing just below the wire of her bra.

She wrapped her leg around his waist, pulling him closer. She felt his hardness through his sweatpants, and she was suddenly thankful for the skirt. She grinded her core against him and he growled into her mouth, “not here either.”

She wanted to laugh. Y/N was sure she was gonna like this game.

He cupped one breast through her bra. “Maybe here?”

He pulled it down to play with her tits. Teasing one nipple, then the other.

She moaned against him when he dipped his tongue into her hot mouth. She groaned out his name when he pressed their lower halves together harder. Then she pulled away completely.

He wasn’t even panting but she was sure she looked a mess. She straightened her shirt.

She could still taste it on her tongue. Meeting his questioning look she said clearly, “Bucky you’re drunk.”

He shook his head. “Angel I only had a little, it’s fine.”

He tried to pull her back to him but she resisted. His pout made her melt a little but she wouldn’t do this.

“I’m going to bed. Goodnight Bucky.”

And she walked past him without hearing if he replied or not.

At least she got one thing though. The tattoo was a bird.

 Y/N couldn’t stop thinking of her brief moment with Bucky in the hallway. His hands touching her, tugging her, teasing her. Fuck. That’s it! She was completely fucked. She needed to get him out of her system. Y/N was sure that would work. Indulge a little and everything will go back to equilibrium.

She painted on her lip gloss and waited for Peter.

He was taking her out tonight for a double date with his friends and Y/N wasn’t sure how to act. She didn’t exactly mean to agree to a date but she did it.

She stepped back for a final look when she heard the knock at her door. Cute and not too flirty. Hopefully safe.

Y/N opened the door expecting Peter but coming face to chest with Bucky Barnes.

“James! What are you doing here?”

He looked her over. “Going out?”

“Uh, yeah. Peter’s taking me to the carnival tonight.”

He nodded as he eyed her sexy black heels.

Peter walked up just then and Bucky was quick to excuse himself. He disappeared quickly, leaving the two alone.

Pete certainly looked excited as they walked the carnival grounds together. He was a perfect gentleman. He offered his coat when he thought she shivered. He rode the ferris wheel with her. He even stayed with her when the ride threatened to make her sick. She really hated heights.

When the four of them sat down to eat, she realized she liked Peter and his friends. They were nice. Not quite her crowd, but they were sweet. She laughed at all of Ned and Peter’s jokes and Ned’s girlfriend told her where she got her really cute top. It was all going pretty ok.

Y/N hoped she wasn’t getting Peter’s hopes up. She really did like him just… not like that.

When Y/N decided she wanted to ride the roller coaster, Peter had to opt out. He almost looked sick so she didn’t push or tease him.

She stood in line and waited till the gate opened. She took a seat in the back but wasn’t expecting someone to get in right behind her.

Y/N looked up into Bucky’s beautiful eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

He shrugged, leaning in to whisper, “I was wondering about the little black number in your closet.”

He looked thoughtful. “Come to think of it, I still haven’t found that birthmark either.”

She sighed. Y/N had been embarrassed enough that he kissed her because he was drunk, without needing the reminder of her birthmark.

“Are you asking me where it is?”

He shrugged. “I thought you were having fun letting me find it.”

Just then the cars lurched forward. She hadn’t even noticed the guy come around to check on everyone.

“I don’t remember you actually looking. More like feeling me up in the hall.”

Bucky chuckled. His hand wrapped around her and his fingers brushed lightly over her neck. Shivers traveled through her body at his touch.

She thought for a moment about how big he felt pressed against her center. He was definitely hung. That much she could tell. Remembering his thickness had her biting her lip.

She nearly forgot Bucky was right here next to her until he grabbed her chin, made her face him, and kissed her.

Y/N stuttered briefly. Her thoughts interrupted and her panties dampening seemed to be exactly what he wanted.

Before she could collect herself, his hand started up her skirt. She bit his lip almost painfully and he growled at her. His hand went higher, caressing her soft skin and moving towards the treasure between her legs.

“You were right angel.” His voice was husky at her ear. “I do like it rough.”

It took two seconds for him to reach her panties, yank them down and plunge two fingers into her heat. She gasped and gripped his arm as he felt her insides.

One hand was removing her panties from her ankles and placing them in his pocket, while the other was torturing her slowly.

The roller coaster stopped climbing and zipped down the first big dive.

Y/N moaned against his mouth like she had the night before in the hall. “You don’t think I’m too young?”

He blinked at her, his fingers halting for a moment.

“What, you think I’m too old?” He questioned her.

She shook her head and he gladly resumed pleasuring her.

“No. I think it’s so hot. An older man touching me. Knowing exactly what he wants. Teaching me just how he wants his cock sucked.”

Bucky groaned. “Angel you can’t talk about sucking cock with that sinful mouth of yours or I’ll explode.”

“Just like that Bucky.” She encouraged his movements and tried to meet his pumping hand. “Feels so good. Are you this good with your tongue too?”

He smirked. “You wanna ride my tongue Baby? You want me to make you see stars as you cum all over my face?”

His fingers hit that spot and she was nearly there. Just a bit more.

“Fuck James. I love the way you talk.”

“You like it dirty honey?”

She moaned out a, “yes,” before he continued.

He stuck his metal fingers in her open mouth and ordered her to suck. “Get ‘em nice and wet baby.”

She did as she was told and sucked his fingers. She swirled her tongue over the plates in his hand and he tried to hold back the feelings that surfaced.

He pulled his fingers from her mouth and gave them a lick before he brought them down to her heat, flicking them across her clit.

Y/N’s orgasm hit instantly and Bucky was quick to capture her lips and swallow every moan she let out. He was absolutely relentless. Even as she came down he finger fucked her sensitive hole. Y/N clutched his arm, her nails digging in as she begged him to stop. Bucky could only smile, pulling his fingers from her and licking them clean of her cum. Her blush was bright and he faintly heard her yelp. Lord help him, he wanted this girl again and again.

“I’m taking you home with me,” he said as the ride slowed.

She was looking around and snapped her head up to look at him. “Bucky my panties are gone.”

“I’ll get you new ones. Come on.”

He pulled her from the car and she fixed her skirt to not give wondering eyes a show. She was still eyeing the ground around the coaster, but Bucky was looking at the picture from the ride. His laugh distracted her from the search and her eyes went wide when she saw what he was looking at.

Y/N’s face pink, her eyes lusty, and her mouth open in shock, as Bucky sat next to her tasting his fingers. The fingers that were knuckle deep inside her seconds before.

She stared at the picture for a long second, studying the look on Bucky’s face as he looked at her. Damn if he isn’t the sexiest man she’s ever seen. His soulful eyes are so beautiful and his smile. She’s such a sucker for a nice smile, and Bucky has the best. She loves his smile. He gave them out freely now, but she cherished each one he offered to just her.

Bucky walked over, his arm wrapping around her waist and pulled her to him. “Come on honey. I’m taking you to my bed.”

She let him lead her to the car but couldn’t help asking. “What are you gonna do with me?”

Bucky chuckled. “I’m gonna spread ya open, eat my fill of your wet pussy, and fuck a baby in you.”

She nearly tripped at his words. Fucking hell.

A fresh wave of arousal hits her and she silently curses her missing panties for not being there to keep her thighs clean.

The car ride was silent. Bucky’s fist clenching the wheel and Y/N’s leg bouncing in anticipation. She quickly made an excuse to Peter over text to keep herself somewhat busy. She felt bad. Peter deserved more and she knew that, but she couldn’t bring herself to care when she had Bucky next to her.

Arriving home was both freighting and exhilarating. She was biting her tongue to stop the shy grin when he opened the door for her and helped her out.

Y/N could hear Seethers ‘Careless whisper’ play in her head like she was in a movie, as she followed him inside and down the hall. The hall they were grinding in just under 24 hours ago. She occupied her mind with assigning a movie to the situation. 50 shades of gray? No… ok, so maybe that’s the only movie she could come up with. Then she tripped over her own feet and the record in her head scratched to a stop. Never mind. She knew exactly which one. Bridget Jones’s Diary.

Bucky turned at the sound of her epic fail and he rushed to help her up. “Jesus doll, you ok?”

She wanted to hide. Briefly she realized the roller coaster should have made her think the movie would be ‘fear’, but she was praying not.

“Yes. Fine, just embarrassed beyond belief.”

He chuckled. “This way babe.”

Damn that sounds good coming from him.

He opened the door and Y/N turned to look at the empty hallway. She imagined that it was the blue pill. She could leave and not let Bucky ruin her for any other man… or. She could take the leap and hope her amateur sex skills make him fall in love. decisions, decisions.

“You coming?”

She could hear the innuendo drip from his sexy full lips and she gulped that red pill down like she promised herself she’d do to his cock later.

When the door closed behind her, she heard the lock click in place and she turned to him. He pulled his jacket from his muscled body, and ordered her with one word.

“Strip.”

She only hesitated for a second but he still gave her a stern look. She stripped her clothes and waited for further instructions.

“Get on the bed beautiful and show me that pink cunt.”

She was quick this time. Nearly jumping on his bed and looking at him as she spread her legs for his perusal . He looked so long she wanted to close them again, but his shoulders were holding them open just as the thought crossed her mind.

His tongue touched her center before she could blink and she threw her head back. The sound was obscene as he licked and sucked her clit like he wanted to bruise her. His fingers were quick to resume their previous job of occupying her empty hole.

Y/N gripped his hair. It was all she could do seeing as his arm was holding her down. She was screaming his name and she could tell he loved the sounds. His tongue and fingers worked harder with each meaningful moan.

“Give it to me,” he commanded her.

And how can you argue with that? Right when she came seeing stars and chest heaving, Bucky reached into his pocket and pulled her panties out for her to see.

“James you- Holy shit!”

Bucky lapped at her, collecting every drop of cum and groaning at her taste. “I’m gonna have you like this at least two more times before I smack your ass as you leave my room.”

She snatched her panties from him when he laughed at her angry face.

“It’s not funny Buck. Who knows who got to see whats up my skirt.”

“Me, and that’s all that matters. And you’re not keeping those either.”

She wanted to argue but he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. He seemed to not give a single fuck as he pulled his dick out. He didn’t even care enough to finish taking his clothes off.

His shirt was wrapped tightly around his muscled chest, his jeans were just under his ass, and his biker boots were still laced up. Damn she felt like a five dollar whore and she wondered why she loved it. She considered briefly, asking him if he had five dollars. She’d accept her panties back as payment though. They came from the bargain bin and she’s pretty sure it was around five.

“You on the pill?” He questioned her, and she thanked god that the answer was, “Yes.”

“Good, cause I’m about to turn you into my own personal cum slut.”

And he sunk into her. Spreading her wet heat to his size and groaning at the tightness.

“Damn girl. Does all young pussy feel like this or just the ones that come with such fantastic tits?”

He hammered his point home by grabbing her tits and teasing the nipple. Sucking one into his mouth, he made her nearly cum again.

“I love the way you talk to me Bucky.” His hips started a smooth rhythm. “Makes me wanna give you all my holes to use up.”

He bit her nipple and gave her harsher thrusts. “Doesn’t matter if you give ‘em to me baby. I’m gonna take whatever I want from you.” He pulled one leg up to lay on his shoulder. “When I get done with this pussy, and I ain’t nearly there yet, I’m gonna see how soft and hot you pretty mouth is. I want that lipstick staining my shaft when I get done fucking your lips.”

She sent a thank you to her best friend for talking her out of liquid lipstick tonight, because damn she wanted to see that too.

“Fucking hell honey. You’re so tight I might cum already.”

“Don’t you dare leave me like this.”

He laughed. “Two orgasms and you get demanding? I’m gonna have to watch out for you.”

He pulled out, flipped her over, pulled her ass up and plunged back in.

“There’s that birthmark,” he laughed out loud seeing the patch of dark skin like a splatter of paint hit her ass. Sure enough right on her left ass cheek was a birthmark. Bucky wanted to kiss the cute mark but he held back. Choosing instead to give it a smack with a big ol’ grin on his face.

She decided to ignore that comment, and her pink cheeks, when he started to move inside her again. His thrusts were bruising and he grabbed her hair into a ponytail to pull her back on his cock. Her back arched when he pulled her hair. She was god damn loving it. The stretch, the way his balls slapped her, and most of all the fucking dirty words he was spouting.

“You look like a bitch in heat right now, letting me fuck you like animal.”

“Bucky,” she groaned into the air and she felt the release creeping up. “I’m so close James. Please let me have it.”

He was stretching her like never before and the pulse of his hips against hers was mind numbing. She could stay like this forever. Letting James fill her over and over. She’d happily be his breeding mare if he just kept fucking her like this.

He smacked her on the ass again and she didn’t wait for permission. She came with a loud scream and a fresh surge of cum coating his cock. Bucky fucked her through it then pulled out and pulled her hair to position her just how he wanted.

“Push those sexy tits together baby. I want my load right there.”

Y/N did as she was told, pressing her breasts together and up for him to fuck. And he did just that. Fucking her tits till he emptied his balls on her face, and breasts. She was all painted up like a freshly fucked cock slut and he wanted to take a picture, to keep under his pillow.

“I thought you said you were gonna fuck a baby in me,” she questioned as she sucked his cum from her fingers like he had earlier in the night.

“We got all night little girl.”

He began to strip (finally) but stopped to pull something from his pocket.

“That means we can talk about how you shouldn’t gossip about how someone fucks when they’re in the room with you.” She blushed. “And… we can also figure out where to hang this.”

When he unfolded the paper and showed her the picture from the carnival, of him savoring her cum on his fingers, she exploded into laughter. She was relaxed now. Feeling comfortable with him enough to let go of the embarrassment.

He bought the damn picture. She couldn’t believe it.

“You could have told us you heard us you asshole. And I know exactly where that picture is going.”

“And ruin all the fun?”

He was nearly bare before her. His shirt gone, boots off, and jeans around his ankles. She faintly caught a glimpse of that tattoo again.

“Tell me where it’s going honey.”

She only smiled a devious smile.

[wonkasmissstarshine]

The Chocolatier’s Rose {Willy Wonka x OC} Epilogue

GIF not mine. Credit goes to owner.

Summary: It’s ten years later, and the Wonka twins do something special for their father’s birthday.

A/N: Here’s the official end to the series. Thank you for reading and stay tuned for The Chocolate Prince and The Lovely Maiden.

Tagging: @willymywonkers​ @holdmeicant​ @sleepiesapphicxoxo​ @frozenhuntress67​

Ten years later...

Rose Wonka stood in the kitchen, scrubbing the dishes that were dirtied from their breakfast. As she scrubbed, dried, and stacked, she stared out the window, watching the ten-year-old twins, and their music teacher, Eleanor.

When it came time for Rose and Willy to get schooling for their children, they decided to let the twins decide whether they wanted to be homeschooled or attend public school.

The twins seemed to understand the difference between the two and made the decision to be homeschooled. At least until they decided that they did want to attend school with other kids. Luckily, they didn't have to worry about finding teachers because their friends stepped in to teach them.

Fleur and Dulce sat on the swings that hang from the large cotton candy tree. Fleur clutched a doll of her likeness in her hand. Ever since she received it, she never went anywhere without it. The doll (that had been named Lily) was very special to her because it was given to her by her brother. It also happened to have been made by Dulce.

It would seem that the young boy had a knack for making toys, as Lily the Doll wasn't the first one he had ever made.

Rose remembered one particular day when she was cleaning Fleur and Dulce's room.

******

The twins were usually pretty good about keeping their room tidy. But, there were odd days, like today, when their room was only a little bit messy. Like today. Fleur and Dulce were currently in a math lesson with Danny so Rose decided to clean up their room.

While she was cleaning, she had found two toys that she had never seen before. They were both yo-yos. One of them was baby pink with a floral pattern decorating the round edge and a golden 'F' right in the center. The other yo-yo was a sky blue color. There was a much simpler pattern outlining the round edge of the toy but it was still a pretty pattern, nonetheless. This yo-yo had a silver 'D' in the middle.

Rose decided to pay a visit to the classroom that the twins learned in for more serious subjects such as math, science, geography, and reading comprehension. The more fun subjects, such as music, arts and crafts, and physical education were taught within the Garden Room.

Rose stood in the doorway of the classroom, watching as Danny was going over multiplication tables with the twins. Rose let them finish going over five times five before she decided to knock on the door. Danny looked her way and smiled.

"Fleur, Dulce, look who's here!" Danny said.

The twins turned in their seats to see if Uncle Danny was either talking about mommy or daddy. Their faces lit up when they saw Rose, and they both leaped out of their seats to go and hug her.

"Mommy!" Fleur said excitedly.

"What are you doing here, mommy?" Dulce asked. Not that he minded that his mom was here of course.

"There's nothing wrong with mommy wanting to see her little angels," Rose said. She leaned down to give them both a kiss on the head. Then she looked at Danny. "How are the multiplication tables going?"

"I think they're getting the hang of it," Danny said proudly. "Dulce is getting it right off the bat. Fleur is having a little trouble, but luckily she's got her brother to help her"

"I'll get it on my own eventually," Fleur said, sounding almost disappointed with herself. "Sorry I'm not too good at math, mommy"

"Oh, jellybean," Rose cooed. "It's okay. I was never the best at math either. You just need to keep practicing and eventually, you'll get better"

Fleur's disappointed frown turned into a bright smile. "Thanks, mommy!"

"But there was something I found that I wanted to ask you two about" Rose reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out the two yo-yos. "I don't remember your daddy or me, or any of your grandparents, or any of your aunts or uncles, getting you these yo-yos"

Dulce's eyes lit up. "That's because I made them, mommy" He confessed proudly.

Rose's eyes widened. "You made these?"

"Yeah. In arts and crafts with Auntie Lucy"

Rose smiled, feeling incredibly proud of her son. "When did you learn to make them?"

Dulce shrugged. "I don't know. I just knew how to make them" He smiled up at his mom. "I think when I'm a grown-up I want to make toys. Like Santa!"

"I think you'd make a lot of kids happy, gumdrop" Rose smiled at Dulce. She looked at Fleur. "And what about you, jellybean? What do you want to do when you're a grown-up?"

Fleur didn't even need to think about her answer. "I want to make candy just like daddy does!"

Rose giggled. "I think daddy will be very happy to hear that"

******

Rose couldn't help but smile at the memory. She loved that her kids already knew what they wanted to do when they grew up.

Fleur had decided that she would follow in her father's footsteps and become a chocolatier. That little girl loved helping out the Oompa-Loompas whenever she got the chance to. She already knew everything about how all the candy was made. She knew every fun fact that you could know about chocolate and candy. Charlie had seen his niece's passion and decided that when it was time, the factory would be passed down to her when she was old enough.

Then Dulce had his dream of being a toymaker when he was older. That boy could turn any little trinket or scrap he found into some kind of toy. Mr. Bucket was always trying to find things that his grandson could use. It was becoming a common occurrence that Rose and Willy would find him making something. There was no doubt that one day, he would open up his own shop, selling all the toys he's ever made. Then one day, he'll open up the biggest toy factory in the world.

Or perhaps he'll move to the North Pole and work with Santa Claus like Dulce is always saying he'll do when he's old enough.

But don't worry mommy and daddy, I'll use the sleigh to come to visit you guys every week!

The oven dinged, indicating that the cookies she had in the oven were done. She put on her oven mitts and then opened the oven. The hot air hit her face like a wave crashing onto the shore of a sandy beach. She took the cookies out and set them on the cooling rack. Then, she grabbed a couple of glasses and poured some milk into them. Once the cookies were cool enough, she set the baked goods and the milk onto a tray and brought them outside.

"Jellybean! Gumdrop!" Rose called to her children. "Milk and cookies!"

Fleur and Dulce's face lit up. They grabbed hands and ran to their mom. The both of them patiently waited until their mom said that they could take their treats. And once they did, they made sure to thank her.

"How is practice going?" Rose asked her children. "Are you two ready for tonight?"

Dulce swallowed his mouthful of cookie before answering his mom. "Auntie Eleanor says we're really talented!"

Fleur nodded in agreement. "Yeah. She says we're going to rock daddy's socks off tonight!"

Rose giggled and then looked to her friend. "And how are you feeling about tonight, Ellie?"

"Well, Felix definitely can't wait to see my performance tonight," Eleanor said about her husband. She rolled her eyes but kept her grin. "Honestly, I feel a bit silly singing it, but Fleur and Dulce like singing it and they make it worth it"

"Well, Willy is going to love it, for sure," Rose said, smiling over at her children. "He's so proud of them, and he just loves them to bits"

An Oompa-Loompa had walked up to Rose. He was carrying a stack of colorful clothes in his arms. He gently tugged on Rose's skirt to let her know of his presence. Rose looked down at the Oompa-Loompa and smiled at him. The Oompa-Loompa returned the smile. He held out the clothes for Rose to take.

"Ah! These are the clothes for tonight, yes?" Rose asked. The Oompa-Loompa nodded. Rose took the clothes. "Thank you so much!" She bowed to the Oompa-Loompa, and the Oompa-Loompa bowed in return. Before he left though, the Oompa-Loompa made sure to greet the children.

"Mommy, are those our costumes for tonight?" Fleur asked curiously.

"They sure are. Auntie Lucy made them" Rose said.

"Can we go put them on now?" Dulce asked, not being able to contain his excitement.

"If you're done with your snacks then yes" Rose permitted. She gave Fleur her costume and then gave Dulce his. "Just make sure not to get them dirty"

"We won't!" The twins spoke in unison. "We promise!" They left to go get changed, but not without receiving kisses on their cheeks from Rose.

Rose grinned at Eleanor and handed her costume to her. Eleanor held out the dress in front of her, giving it a once over. "Wherever did you come up with this, Ro?" Eleanor asked.

"It's what the puppets wore" Rose answered.

Eleanor blinked. Had she heard that right? "Puppets? What puppets?"

Rose giggled, remembering that day almost ten years ago. "It was the day of the tour. For his grand entrance, Willy had these puppets singing a song about how great he is. It was quite a wonderful show. That is until the pyrotechnics got out of hand and melted all those poor puppets"

Eleanor just stared. Honestly, when Rose handed her those lyrics, she was sure that Rose had written it because of how much she loved Willy and thought the world of him. But, she supposed with an entrance like that, you'd never forget it. "There aren't going to be any pyrotechnics, are there?" That was all she asked.

"No, of course not" Rose quickly said. She pulled something out of her pocket. "Confetti poppers"

******

Everyone gathered in the ballroom for the twin's grand performance. The reason they were singing tonight was that it was their father's birthday today. And because their dad was always making their birthday special, they wanted to make his birthday special.

When the twins told Rose what they wanted to do, the first thing that came to her mind was them singing the welcome song from that day of the tour. She was even gonna have them wearing the clothes the puppets did, but of course, she was gonna leave out the fireworks. She didn't want her children to get barbequed.

Rose made sure that everyone was comfortable in their seats, especially her grandparents (yes, they were still alive and more lively than ever). Then she had to make sure all the children were comfortable.

Since the birth of their own children, Rose and Willy's friends had gone on to marry each other and have children of their own. It started when Lucy and Harry welcomed their daughter about a year after they married. Then, it was Eleanor and Felix who married and welcomed a son. Priscilla and Danny ended up together, also welcoming a son. And now, in about nine months, Rose and Willy would become an aunt and uncle.

Charlie and Jenny married each other a little over three months ago. And just recently, Jenny found out she was pregnant. Rose was the first one she told, feeling scared by the news. But Rose assured her sister-in-law that everything was going to be okay and that Charlie would no doubt be overjoyed.

Long story short, he was.

Once everyone was seated, Rose got up onto the stage and addressed everyone. "Welcome, our wonderful family! I'd like to thank you all for coming to this wonderful celebration for my even more wonderful husband's birthday!" Rose scanned the crowd until she caught Willy's eyes. The two of them smiled at each other. "For the first time, you will be witnessing the musical talents of our daughter, Fleur Wonka, and our son, Dulce Wonka. Tonight, they will be joined by their music teacher, Eleanor Hunter" Felix smiled with pride when he heard his wife's name. "Now, please put your hands together for Fleur, Dulce, and Eleanor!"

Everyone started applauding as the red velvet curtain providing as a backdrop for Rose opened. She stepped out of view and out stepped Eleanor with Fleur and Dulce on either side of her. Eleanor was wearing a dress with a candy design on it, and Fleur was wearing one with a flowery design on it. They both wore matching pink shoes and white aprons with a pink W on the front. Their hair was done up in matching pigtails.

Dulce on the other hand wore a white dress shirt with matching white pants. He wore a polka dot vest and a polka dot bowtie. He also wore an apron with a pink W on it, and a white hat with a pink W on top of his slicked-back hair. Finally, he wore a pair of black dress shoes.

Behind them, was a backdrop constructed similarly to the one that the puppets had used for their performance. Behind the backdrop, was another red curtain.

Willy's eyes lit up and his smile grew wide. He knew why this scene looked so familiar! He had his puppets sing to his guests on the day of the tour, and now his children were about to sing for him. Oh dear, he just hoped that the pyrotechnics were left out.

The music started up. The children and their music teacher being to sing in perfect harmony, and dance in perfect coordination.

Willy Wonka, Rosie Wonka

The Amazing Chocolatiers

Wait, hang on. Did they just sing Rosie Wonka? Eleanor managed to catch Rose's eyes and she threw her a wink. Rose grinned, confirming her suspicion. Eleanor had changed it to include Rose's name in the song.

Willy Wonka, Rosie Wonka

Everybody give a cheer!

They're modest, clever, and so smart,

They barely can restrain it.

With so much generosity,

There is no way to contain it

To contain it, to contain, to contain, to contain.

When it came to the musical break, Rose quickly rushed into the audience so she could grab her husband. Willy was confused at first but trusted his wife as she pulled him up on the stage. They waited behind the other curtain which concealed not just one, but two red velvet chairs. Willy sat in one, and Rose sat in the other. The two of them joined hands.

Willy Wonka, Rosie Wonka

They're the ones that you're about to meet.

Willy Wonka, Rosie Wonka

They're geniuses who can't be beat.

The magicians and chocolate 'wizes

The best darn pair who ever lived

Willy and Rosie Wonka here they are!

The curtains pulled back to reveal the couple. Once the music came to a complete stop, that's when Eleanor, Fleur, and Dulce pulled their confetti poppers. The colorful paper went flying everywhere. Everyone stood up from their seats, hollering and clapping. But no one was cheering as loud as Willy was.

"That was magnificent!" Willy cheered. He turned to Rose, took her face and his hands, and gave her a great big kiss. "That was truly wonderful!"

Rose smiled at him. "You sure it wasn't dodgy in the middle part?"

"No, no! Every part of the was wonderful! And that finale? Wow!" Rose couldn't help but smile as she thought back to the first day she met him. "I like this version more because it includes you! Did you do this for me, starshine?"

"It wasn't my idea," Rose said, shaking her head.

"Daddy! Daddy!" The twins called out to their father.

"Mommy says this wasn't her idea," Willy said. "Was it yours?"

"Yes, daddy" Fleur nodded her head.

"We hope you liked it!" Dulce said. "We just wanted to have a special birthday"

"Because you're always giving us a special birthday" Fleur finished.

"Oh, my precious jellybean and gumdrop" Willy cooed lovingly to his children. He pulled them both into a hug. "I loved it so much! And it gives me such a wonderful idea"

"What is it, cocoa bean?" Rose asked, curious as to what her husband's idea was.

"I've been thinking a lot about it, but I think I'm ready to open the factory to the public again. Start giving regular tours"

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, starshine. I am" Willy nodded. He looked at the twins and smiled. "And I think before every tour, you two should sing that to the guests"

Fleur and Dulce started jumping with joy at the idea. "Do you really mean it, daddy?" Dulce asked.

"I sure do!"

"We won't let you down, daddy" Fleur vowed. "We promise!"

"Nothing you two do could ever let me down," Willy said. "I am proud of everything that you do" He looked at Fleur. "And I know that you're going to be an amazing chocolatier, jellybean" Then, he looked at Dulce. "And you're going to be a wonderful toymaker, gumdrop. You're going to make every child in the world happy with your toys"

The twins smiled like they always do when they hear how proud their mommy and daddy are of them. They brought their parents into a big hug and spoke in unison. "We love you, mommy! We love you, daddy!"

Rose and Willy looked at each other, smiling and saying at the same time. "We love you, too"

[mrsdr-ethan-ramsey]

God, Have Mercy pt. 2 (Ethan Ramsey x f!MC)

You all asked, and now you shall receive...here is part 2 to God, Have Mercy (linked if you haven’t read it). I hope y’all like it part 2! I loved writing Ethan and his father. Part 3?? Yes please? No, stop you’re butchering this idea? What do y’all think?

Part Three Here!

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Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Parker Kennedy)

Summary: Ethan posts his first pictagram thanks to his father’s photography skills and Parker knows it was meant for her.

Warnings: Swear words? 

Word Count: ~1300

Ethan never expected to actual use his new social media account. He had intended to delete it as soon as he got what he needed from it, but now? He could see the perks of social media. One of them being, seeing all the photos Parker would post. Since the ‘incident’ in his office, Ethan became addicted to checking the website just to see if she had posted anything else. Nothing since that day. Deciding that he needed a distraction, Ethan made the snap decision to visit his father for the weekend. Hopefully the distance from Parker would clear his mind.

Ethan arrived in Providence late on Friday night, in time to talk to his father before they both went to bed. He had spent most of Saturday helping his father with projects around the beach house and cleaning up the space. Since Ethan left and his father was living on his own, he had gotten better about keeping the house tidy but Ethan would always clean when he would visit. There was always something worn or broken for him to help. It was the least he could do for him.

On Sunday morning, Ethan woke up early as usual. His father was already up, as when he went to the kitchen the coffee pot was freshly brewed. Pouring himself a cup, Ethan went outside where his father was sitting on the porch drinking his own cup of coffee like he did every morning. This was always the highlight of Ethan’s trips home, just sitting with his father in the morning simply enjoying that they were together.

“Good morning,” Ethan said, his voice gruff from just waking up. He sat down in the chair next to his father, relaxing back into it.

“Good morning Ethan,” Alan replied, eyes staying on the waves rolling in from the ocean.

They stayed quiet for a while, letting the sound of crashing waves be the only thing to listen to. It was peaceful, completely different than the usual sounds of Boston traffic that Ethan listened to in the morning. Ethan’s eyes stayed on the horizon as he brought his mug to his lips, not expecting the next words out of his father’s mouth.

“So Ethan…when are you going to settle down?”

For the second time this week Ethan coughed out his coffee, the brown liquid landing on his lap and the deck this time (instead of the picture of Parker practically naked...great now he was thinking about that again).

“What??” he choked out, his head snapping to face his father.

Alan chucked as he watched his son’s eyes widen, a red tinge coming to his cheeks. “You’re 37, don’t you think it’s time you found someone? Unless…you already have someone?”

“No.”

Ethan said it too quickly, making his father just smirk and turn back to the view. Ethan tried to clean the coffee of his pants as his father spoke.

“Not even that colleague of yours? The blonde you call Rookie?”

“I’m her boss, it would be inappropriate.”

“Plenty of colleagues date Ethan. It sounds to me like you’re just making excuses,” Alan argued, taking a long drink from his mug.

Ethan narrowed his eyes at his dad, shaking his head he replied, “I’m not making excuses. It could hurt her future career if anything happened between us. I need to be able to push her professionally.”

“So we should set you up on online dating?”

Thankfully Ethan wasn’t drinking because he knew he would have coughed up his drink, again. Online dating?? What was his father doing in his free time? Reading Cosmo?

“I am not doing online dating,” Ethan said flatly, trying to deter his father from the idea.

“And why not?”

“I will not use the internet to date. The internet is for research, not relationships.”

“Well, if you change your mind…”

Ethan’s phone buzzed in his pocket as father put his own down. As he unlocked it, he had several photos of himself sent from his father. They were all taken here, in Providence, but he couldn’t remember him taking any of the pictures.

“When did you take these?!” Ethan asked, scrolling through what he had sent. He had never seen these photos before. 

Alan shrugged, “I knew you wouldn’t let me take photos of your visits so I did it when you weren’t paying attention. Figured I could create a…oh what’s it called…Timber?”

“Tinder.”

Alan smiled, “That’s it! I figured I could make a Tinder account for you to find someone to introduce you to. That was until I thought you’d probably want someone in the Boston area.”

“You were going to steal my identity to find me a partner?” Ethan asked, completely baffled that his father was admitting this to him.

“I figured one of us should be trying to get you a spouse. I’m getting old Ethan and I want grandchildr-”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Ethan cut him off and put his phone away. He wasn’t going to entertain the idea of him being in a relationship with his father. He wouldn’t use those photos to create a Tinder, but as he looked through them some more...maybe they could be useful.

***** “Holy moly!! Ethan has a pictagram! I repeat, Ethan Ramsey has a pictagram!” Sienna shouted as she ran out of her room and into the living room where Parker and Elijah were currently watching Spider-Man: Far from Home. Parker tried to look shocked, like she hadn’t been there to help him set up the account.

“What??” Elijah asked, his jaw dropping as he paused the movie.

“He has a pictagram! Danny texted me that everyone in the hospital is talking about it! He even posted!” Sienna said rather loudly, causing Jackie and Aurora to join the other roommates in the living room.

Jackie cocked a brow, “You’re kidding, right?”

“No! Go look up @ethan-ramsey!”

Each of the roommates pulled out their devices, searching the username in the app. When Parker’s timeline finally loaded her eyes widened. Holy. Shit. There in all his shirtless glory was Ethan Freaking Ramsey at the top of her page. Scrolling through the likes and comments, it was obvious that all of the hospital and more had found his account. He had blown up with one post. How was that even possible!?, Parker thought to herself as she scanned every inch of Ethan’s bare chest. He looked more relaxed than Parker had seen him in a long time.

“Look at all those thirsty comments…” Jackie mumbled.

Aurora read aloud, “ ‘I would catch a disease just to see this doctor’. Who comes up with this stuff??”

Parker could practically feel herself turn green. She had never been one to get jealous, but see all the people throwing themselves at Ethan made her only see green. She had always known that Ethan could get anyone he wanted, but this just made it way more obvious to her. Ethan Ramsey could honest to God get any man or woman he wanted.

“Huh,” Elijah said with a furrowed brow. “He’s only following one person, but I can’t see who it is.”

“I-It’s probably Edenbrook,” Parker said quickly, trying to control the color in her cheeks. She knew it was her profile, but she couldn’t tell her roommates that.

Sienna eyed her, thinking about the recent photo Parker posted on her pictagram. Parker could see her connecting the dots in her head. She quickly shook her head no at her, begging her not to say anything to the others. Parker could handle Sienna knowing, but she didn’t feeling like airing her dirty laundry to the rest of them.

“Yeah, it probably is,” Sienna agreed slowly. She sent Parker a look though, telling her that she’d have to give her all the details about why Ethan Ramsey was following her later.

The excitement of the event quickly went away and everyone returned to what they had been doing before Sienna had run out. Everyone except Parker. She looked at the image, imagining being there with him. The wind blowing through his thick hair, the smell of salt in the air. He looked like an angel. Parker chewed at her bottom lip as she thought. Did he post this as a reply to her photo? He must have…he said he didn’t want to post anything. Now he was on his way to be as famous as Bryce on pictagram. If this was how he was going to be, Parker could easily keep up with him. She smirked as she double tapped the image, a red heart covering his chest. Game on Ramsey. Game on.

[holylulusworld]

The End

Summary: To get hold of Brock Rumlow, his nemesis Steve Rogers is not holding back. He will cross lines if he has to, even if this means to use Brock’s sister to take him down.

Pairing: Cop!Steve Rogers x Rumlow!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Warnings: angst, mentions of injuries, pregnant reader, language, scared reader, comforting, fluff

A/N: Just a short epilogue to end this series.

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This is the end. The thought won’t let you go watching the doctor and nurse talk to Director Fury. Your throat tightens and you fear you will blank out any minute.

“He’s going to be alright, doll. Breathe, Y/N. Steve is too stubborn to die that easily. You’ve got no clue how strong your boyfriend is.”

Bucky runs one hand gently up and down your back while you try to get a glimpse of Steve when the door to his room opens.

“I…I need to see him, please.” Tearing up you look at the doctor who ignores you for the longest time. “I said, I need to see my man!” Your voice rises and the doctor's head snaps toward you.

“Doc, you better let that girl into Steve’s room. She’s his wife.” Bucky insists and you squeeze his flesh hand to thank him. “I am his brother and we want to see him. Right. Now.”

“Sir, we need to ask you to calm. Detective Rogers is in no life-threatening status. You can see him after my colleague checked his wound.” Your hands shake hearing the word ‘wound’.

“I am a doctor too. Please tell me what’s wrong with my husband.” Sniffling you feel like your legs are about to give in. “I want to know how he is!”

“Mrs. Rogers, I have to ask you to take a deep breath. You shouldn’t stress yourself in your condition.”  The doctor tries to reason with you but your stoic face and the angry look in your eyes tell him to fall silent.

“Only as I am pregnant doesn’t mean you can hide my husband’s condition from me. I want to see him. Right. Fucking. Now.” Even Fury flinches at your outburst when the nurse next to the doctor chuckles lightly.

“You heard my sister-in-law. We want to see my brother.” Bucky balls his metal hand into a fist right when the door to the room opens. 

Steve slowly walks out of the room, his bullet-proof vest in his hands he watches you and Bucky fight with the doctor.

“Doll? What are you doing here?” Steve mumbles when you run to his side to check on him. “Baby Girl?” Gasping you tug at his shirt to see three bullet holes.

“How bad is it, Stevie?” Sniffling you look up at your husband. “Are you in pain?” 

“Oh-Y/N. I got hit but three bullets, but my vest saved me, doll. I got one bruised rib and a few bruises at my back, nothing serious.” Steve gently places one hand onto your baby bump, a soft smile on his lips.

“How’d this happen? You promised you are a desk jockey now, Steve. You said that you will not risk your life anymore. Still, here we are in the middle of a hospital and you have three bullet holes in your shirt.” Lips quivering you look up at Steve.

“Doll, I promised I am a desk jockey. This was…revenge.” Steve sighs while he gently runs his hands up and down your arms. 

“A guy from my past, my time at the army believed he needs to blame me for losing his position at the team. He got arrested back then after me, Bucky and two others gave a statement.” Bucky grunts remembering Danny Leighton and his doings.

“What did he do?” Gently rubbing your belly Steve sighs. He thought, or rather hoped this part of his life lies in the past but as people say, ‘your past always catches up with you’. “Stevie?”

“We were on a mission around ten years ago. All of us were young, carefree, and got thrown into a war which wasn’t ours. 

One day we were at home, drinking beer and making fun – the next week we stood in the middle of a battlefield and were covered in blood.” Your husband’s voice cracks, and you know, he tries to shelter you.

“It’s alright, Steve. Just tell me what happened, I can take it.” His lips press a soft kiss to your temple, and you relax when he wraps his strong arms around you. “Stevie…”

“He did something a good man; a member of the U.S. Army should’ve never done. Let’s say he involved civilians in the war we were fighting. He was…”

“A bastard, Y/N. Sorry, punk but that’s the ugly truth. That man went into a village and killed innocent people, accusing them to be soldiers. Truth is – he killed three old men and two kids. There were a young woman and he…”

“Don’t Buck. She doesn’t need to hear all of it.” Bucky nods, giving his friend a sad smile. “I still blame myself for not being faster and stopping him before he had the chance to hurt people.”

“Steve, Danny was one sick lunatic. What he did was inhuman. You know it, the Colonel knew it and the judge knew it. I got no clue why they let him go.” Pacing around the hallways Bucky curses.

“It did not happen on U.S. ground. My word and yours stood against his. A smeary lawyer took over his case. Files disappeared. The girl's statement too and, in the end, – they let him go.” Steve runs his hands gently up and down your back when you rest your head against his chest.

“How’d he hit you? I mean, no one ever managed to sneak on you.” Bucky grins when Steve gives him a dirty look. “You’re getting old man, just saying.”

“He shot me when I walked out of the building. Good thing I showed the recruits how to use their bulletproof vest or …” 

Steve stops talking when you look up at him with fear in your eyes. “He’s dead and gone. That man will not hurt anyone ever again. I promise I’ll only train our recruits and do paperwork, doll.”

Sniffling you nod before you wrap your arms tightly around Steve. He smiles when he feels your seven months baby bump press against this abs. “Did your bump grow again?”

“Hey!” Head snapping upward you glare at Steve who has a smug grin on his lips. “I am pregnant with not one but two babies! I can’t help it when I get hungry all the time.”

“Detective, how about you bring your girl home and cook something nice for her?” Bucky snickers hearing your stomach growl. “She seems to be hungry again, punk. That’s your punishment for knocking her up with twins.”

“That’s no punishment, Buck.” Smiling Steve cradles your face to press soft kisses to your lips. “I’ll bring my girl home now.”

“How do you feel Steve?” Checking on his ribs you frown. “Does it still hurt? Can you breathe? Do you need pain meds?”

Steve smiles when you hover over him like a mother hen. He already imagines you barefoot running after his kids while he brings the wood to the fireplace. 

“Stop watching me, Rogers. I try to fix the mess you made.” Sighing you carefully straddle his lap to stroke his chest. “I was scared, Stevie. Never do such a thing again.”

“I promise, this was the first and last time you have to worry about me. Now let me check on you, wife.” Snickering you raise your shirt to show Steve your swollen belly. “So beautiful.”

“Don’t give me those eyes, Rogers! Two are the limit.” Steve rubs his hands over your belly, and you sigh seeing the look he gives you. “Steve.”

“How about I tell you about my dream…” Your eyes round when Steve starts talking.

“I see you chasing after our kids, barefoot as you forgot your shoes. I bring in firewood and we sit around the large Christmas tree I found for our family. Four kids sit with us and another is in your belly.”

“Steve…” Sniffling you press your lips to his. Steve just revealed his secret dream. Having a large family with you. “You have a breeding kink, baby.” 

“I just want kids with you, a family. Kitty can have more kids too.” Now you laugh as he looks at Kitty lie in front of the fireplace, surrounded by three other cats.

“Kitty will not want more kids. She’s getting old, Baby.” Humming Steve looks at your baby bump and your features soften. “Let us survive the twins and we can think about having more kids. I love you Steve and with you, I’ll have a football team.”

“Love you too, Y/N. Now tell me about your dreams…” Snuggling into Steve’s side, you pat his chest. “Doll?”

“I want to be married to the man I love. Check. I want to have a home with him. Check. I want to get pregnant with his kids after we are married for like five years. Check.” Steve hums when he presses a soft kiss to your hair.

“I think my dreams came true, Steve. I got a cozy home, my husband, two kids on their way, a job I love, and Kitty is still with us.” Smiling wildly, you look up at Steve and for the first time, you see tears in his eyes.

“I got all I want too, with you…doll...”

“Now that was what I call cheesy, but I love it…”

THE END...

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