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megamindsecretlair · 2 months

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Good day, good day! I've been thinking about this for a while, and now I'm just like, yes, we need it! 😏 Can you pretty please write a follow up to my favorite Franklin Saint fic you wrote recently? A Hold On You. I feel like we need something where either the reader is heavily preggo or already had the baby and like the reader predicted, doesn't like the new body. But our boy Frank comes through with that reassurance he promised. 🙌🏾😌

A/N: Le sigh, I am so, so, so sorry this took forever! I know there's no rush to these things but this has been staring me in the face for sooo long LOL. I hope this was worth the wait!

A Hold On You, Pt. 2

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smut, Angst, PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (female receiving), spanking, some dirty talk, all consensual. Daddy kink and breeding kink. Fluffy smut. Established relationship.

Summary: Taking place between season 4 and season 5, Franklin toys with the idea of legacy and keeping the people he loves in his life. Months into your pregnancy, your previous worries get the better of you. Luckily, Franklin is there to kiss it all away.

Word Count: 3,424k

Part 1

A/N: I keep feeling like Franklin gets pushed by the wayside. It's not intentional, season 6 just really still affects me LOL. But I will get over that! Also trying to clean up some of these requests ya'll got for me. I love ya'll so much! Please, consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I don't tag empty blogs.

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You stood in front of the mirror in your bathroom. Steam from the shower receded slowly from the mirror, revealing your visage inch by inch. You stared at your body. Well, more importantly, you stared at your tummy.

It was beginning to protrude. Leave it to Franklin to get you pregnant that same night. No sooner had you realized that your period was late than did your sensitive stomach turn on you. Already it was trying to purge the invasion.

Okay, that wasn’t fair. You were truly happy that you were pregnant. You knew no matter what, that Franklin would be a good father. Nothing like his own that he refused to talk about most days. They were at a tentative truce. But it seemed like they were on thin ice and the slightest thing could break it.

You rubbed your belly, planting your hand over your stomach. You could not picture your child. Did that make you a bad mother?

You pursed your lips as you turned from side to side, looking at your naked body from all kinds of different angles. Shouldn’t you have an inkling? An idea? You and Franklin hadn’t decided on names yet. Wasn’t that something you should have by now? Was there a rulebook to this sort of thing?

Tears stung your eyes as you thought over everything that could go wrong. How dangerous Franklin’s life was. His enemies were yours now. Franklin had to look over both of your shoulders to ensure that you were safe enough to walk across the street.

How could you bring someone into this type of life? How could you possibly agree to gamble with your child’s life?

Horrible, ugly shame filled you as the tears flowed more freely. Being pregnant sucked! Your fucking nipples ached all the damn time. You were gassy now, that was fun. And whoever was in there would likely run circles around you because you were starting to get sleepy all the damn time.

You sank to the edge of the bathtub and let the tears fall. That was another fun side effect. You cried at the drop of a hat. You cried because you looked funny, cute, beautiful, or fat. You cried because you wanted cookies n’ cream ice cream but Franklin got you rocky road. You cried because you felt guilty for making him go back to the store to get you what you actually wanted.

These hormonal changes were driving you nuts. What was worse was that Franklin was gone more often than he stayed at home. All you had were nameless bodyguards that stayed outside your place twenty-four seven.

You felt alone.

The tears began in earnest. Big, fat crocodile tears that spilled down your freshly washed cheeks. Droplets landed on your thighs and you rubbed your belly. What did you do?

“Babe?” Franklin called out.

You sniffled and wiped your tears, getting up to close the bathroom door. You ran some water to try and hide your tears. On top of everything that Franklin was dealing with, he did not need to deal with his hormonal, pregnant girlfriend.

Franklin knocked on the door. “Babe? You okay in there?” He asked.

“Fine! Just got out the shower!” You called back. Did your voice wobble? Did you sound like you had been crying?

Franklin twisted the knob and opened the door. You sighed, looking away from him in the mirror. Franklin was immediately by your side, lifting your chin and pulling you close.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. He turned off the water in the sink and rubbed your arms.

You hadn’t realized how cold you were sitting in the bathroom. Tears had a way of warming your face and drowning everything else out. Pressure and snot was not a good look on you and it hurt even worse.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” you said. You accepted Franklin’s embrace even though you couldn’t get your mouth to move. To tell him what was bothering you. You could have his baby, but you couldn’t tell him what was bothering you?

Franklin pulled back and looked at your face. “Got another craving? I’ll get it, just tell me what it is,” he said.

“I’m so ugly,” you whined. You sounded like such a baby, but it was true. You didn’t recognize your own body. It was a chamber now for your baby. You were doing everything right but it was hard to feel sexy knowing that there was precious life growing inside of you.

It’d likely be even worse after the baby was born. While it ripped everything from you on the way out. And then you’d have to breastfeed it and watch it and worry over it for the rest of your natural born days.

“What? Why would you say that?” He tried to pull you closer but you were fighting him. You needed space, time to think. The damage had already been done but you still had months to get used to this new life. This new adjustment to your routine.

You didn’t regret having his baby. You only regretted that you hadn’t thought it through more fully. Really understood the consequences of opening your legs and letting Franklin have his wicked way with you.

Franklin let you fight him but he was an immovable rock. He planted his feet and stood his ground trying to catch your eyes. You looked everywhere but at him.

“Hey, hey, talk to me. Please? Why would you say that?”

“Because I am. I’m fat and gross,” you pouted.

Franklin sighed. “Naw, baby. You’re the most beautiful woman in the entire world,” he said. He kissed your cheeks. You fought him on that too. You felt so horrible. Like a caged animal needing a release. A break. An escape from the torment of your thoughts.

You shook your head and wiped your tears. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just got the mumps,” you said.

Franklin pressed kisses to your forehead, both of your eyelids, and your lips. He kept kissing your face until you relaxed in his arms. That, at least, hadn’t changed. You felt safe in his arms. Warm.

When your shoulders finally dropped from your ears, Franklin turned you so that you faced the mirror. He wrapped his arms around your tummy, hands flexing over your stomach and linking his fingers together. He was already protecting his baby. The thought brought fresh tears to your eyes. You could fill a pool with how many tears you’ve shed over the past few weeks.

Franklin’s chin dropped to your shoulder and he looked at you in the mirror. He smiled softly. “I wish you could see you as I do. You are nothing but beautiful to me. Strong. Look at this sexy ass body,” he said.

He swayed you from side to side as if dancing to a slow song in his head. You tilted your head. “You’re just trying to make me feel better,” you said. You sniffled and tried to lean away to reach for a tissue, but Franklin wasn’t letting you go.

His fingers lightly rubbed your tummy. His rocking was strangely soothing. Melodic even though there was no music to guide you. His eyes never left yours in the mirror.

“So? Don’t make it not true. Didn’t I say that this belly would look sexy getting bigger? And these titties? Shit, you lucky I am suckin’ on them thangs all day long,” he said.

You giggled despite your commitment to stubbornness. Your mouth twitched as you tried to suppress more giggles. He did not need encouragement for his corny ass lines.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” you told him.

“I ain’t doin’ shit but making sure my two babies are okay. I ain’t gon’ lie and pretend I know what’s going on. But you gotta talk to me when you feel like this,” he said. “I can’t help you if you shut me out.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” you told him. He shouldn’t. You always had a handle on your emotions. A way of feeling them but not letting them control you. Not by much. It took a long time for you to get here and you’d be damned if you let Mother Nature control you.

“I just get down sometimes, Franklin,” you said.

Franklin nodded and smiled. “ I know. And you shouldn’t have to be down alone. I know this is big. This is big for the both of us. I didn’t think we’d get it on the first try,” he said with a smile.

You rolled your eyes. He was pretty damn proud of that fact. Told anyone who would listen that he was successful the first time. His parents were naturally excited. None more so than Cissy. She was too giddy at the prospect of having a grandchild.

“You are a mess,” you told him.

Franklin’s smile grew bigger, giving you a glimpse of the Franklin you knew before. The one who smiled quicker and didn’t hide behind walls in his mind. Trying to keep everything so close to the vest.

Franklin kissed your shoulder, lips lingering a second too long. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. You’re only sexier carrying my baby. These hips? Hmm. Just wanna squeeze the fuck outta them,” he said.

You rolled your eyes and sighed. Your tears dried up as you looked at Franklin. At the raw hunger in his eyes. You may feel ugly, but you were far from it in his eyes.

Franklin moved his hands from your tummy to cup your ass. He jiggled the globes in his hands, grabbing as much of it as he could. “This ass! If you only knew how bricked up I am all day thinking of this ass ridin’ me,” he said.

“Franklin!” You turned around to look him in the eye. His hands stayed on your body as you turned and they landed around your waist. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss your belly.

“You have made me the happiest man alive. There is no one else I’d rather share this with,” he said. He leaned down and kissed you, taking his time to explore your mouth. The kiss was slow and lazy. You had all the time in the world to kiss him and he took every last second of it. He’d retreat and return just as quickly as if he were starving for your kisses.

You wrapped your hands around his shoulder and pulled him closer. He rubbed against your belly and you drew back, staring at the damn thing like a traitor. Already getting in the way of your life. Already taking up space.

You sighed. There was just no way to get around this. No way to pull you out of this funk.

Franklin only lifted your chin. He stared into your eyes for a second, a minute, possibly an hour and your bottom lip started to quiver. He only smiled patiently and returned to kissing you.

You sighed into his mouth. Where the hell did you find someone like him? Someone that didn’t balk at your panic attacks? Or these new hormones? He’d seen you during Hell week. This was that but amplified. Your body was foreign to you now. You grew up with this body. You suffered through puberty with this body. You and this body had been down a rocky, twisted, and convoluted path to self-love. And now you were sharing it.

Franklin’s hands kneaded your doughy flesh around your hips, getting softer over time. He kissed a hot trail down your jaw, neck, and towards your chest. His lips teased around your sensitive nipple and you hissed, jerking away from him.

“They’re really fuckin’ sensitive right now,” you said.

“Oh really?” He asked. He smiled, holding your gaze as he moved his head once more to lick and suckle around your nipples. Your legs instantly went weak. Your nipples were still fuckin’ sensitive, made worse by his playful teasing, but it also felt too good. His warm mouth felt deliciously painful on your titties and you were sighing and whimpering in the bathroom before long.

Your moans echoed off of the tile in the bathroom. Your soft sighs filled in the empty areas and his suckling grew louder, reaching a crescendo that you matched with cries of pleasure.

“Franklin!” You half-yelled and half-moaned.

Franklin went to your other nipple, giving it as much attention. You hissed. So much for your shower. You were growing wetter by the second from his teasing alone. As if sensing that, like the mu’fucka had a nose for it, his hand glided down your side until his fingers teased your clit.

You jerked in his arms and he hummed in appreciation. “Hmm, so fuckin’ wet already,” he whispered against your chest.

“How can you stand here like a goddess and not expect me to worship at your feet? To appreciate this precious gift you’re giving me? I know I been away, I’ll work on that the deeper we get into this. I want to be here for everything.”

“And I want you to know that I found you sexy when I first met you. I found you sexy when you agreed to be mine. I found you sexy when we found out you were pregnant with my baby. And I find you sexy now. Every day I find more and more things to love about you.”

“Franklin, please,” you sighed. You could not handle him being this damn cute while sucking on your nipples and his fingers playing with your clit.

“Do you believe me?” He asked.

“Huh?” You asked. If he moved his fingers just a little to the side, you could cum. You felt an approaching orgasm. Your knees were turning to jelly. You were so, so close.

“Do you believe that I find you sexy? That I fall more in love with you every day?” He asked.

You nodded. “I know you do, Franklin,” you said. “I just forget sometimes.”

“Well, then, I’ll have to keep reminding you. And keep reminding you. And…” Franklin lifted his head from your nipples as he moved his fingers to flick over your clit. You gripped his arms and shook, the bathroom turning hazy as your eyes rolled.

“Fr-F-” You were trying to warn him. To let him know that you were close, but he already knew. He kissed you, tongue licking your lips before you allowed him inside. Allowed your tongues to mesh and play with each other.

He smiled against your lips as you finally cried out, crying out your release. You slumped against him as you finished and he gently continued to play with your clit.

Franklin grabbed your hand and pulled you into the bedroom. You giggled trailing after him. He held your hands while you sat on the bed. You were pleasantly wet, feeling the squishy essence in between your legs.

Franklin wasted no time getting naked. You watched him with a smile dancing on your lips at how beautiful he was. Did he have a clue? Did he come close to understanding what you felt for him?

“You make me so happy, Franklin,” you told him.

Franklin shed the last of his clothes and stepped closer with a big grin. His grin was infectious, causing one to split your face in two. Cheeks aching from the strength of love pouring from your veins.

“You make me happy too, babe. I don’t ever want you to doubt how beautiful you are. If you do, let me know. I’ll sort that shit out,” he said.

You giggled as his lips returned to yours, joining you on the bed. He settled onto his back and then pulled you to straddle his hardening length. You bit your lip, a bit of shyness creeping in. It wasn’t like you hadn’t done this before. That he hadn’t seen everything about you and kept coming back for seconds.

Things were different now. Everything changed. But Franklin didn’t let you wallow. He encouraged you to sit in his lap.

It took some wiggling and a lot of guidance on his part since you couldn’t see his length past your belly. Once the tip of him grazed your wet entrance, the shyness left your body.

You moaned as you sank onto his dick, gliding down until he was fully seated inside of you. Your hands braced yourself on his chest as you acclimated to his size. He wasn’t huge, but he stretched you plenty.

Your eyes were closed, reorienting yourself with the feel of him inside you. God, you missed this. You had sex in the beginning but your morning sickness was awful. You couldn’t keep shit down. Everything smelled and crackers tasted like cardboard.

You sighed as Franklin rubbed your hips and your back. “Feel good, baby?” Franklin asked.

“Yes, baby,” you moaned.

“You look good, baby,” he said. You looked down in time to see his gorgeous smile. Franklin was playing with the idea of a beard. It was coming in nicely. Framing his face and making him look older and wiser. Sexier. Like a dad already. A dad you’d like to fuck.

You smiled at your own little joke. “Thank you, Daddy,” you said.

“Go on and get yours then,” he said. He smacked your ass with his hand, leaving a ghost-hot sting behind that made you hiss and look at him with mischief. If he wanted to play…

You slowly grinded on his dick, rolling your hips back and forth. Franklin licked his lips and rolled his bottom lip between his teeth. He looked down to where you were joined.

You continued the slow roll, getting him used to that before you started bouncing in earnest. “OH shit,” he moaned.

You grinned and kept bouncing, up and down on the entire length of his dick. He hissed and rolled his hips in tune with yours until you were matching each other perfectly. In sync as only you two could be.

His hands gripped your hips. You didn’t know if you were bouncing on him now or if he was pulling you down on his dick. Either way, you were both speed-running towards that beautiful peak. Hand in hand, racing forward faster and further until you were both screaming out an orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You chanted.

“Shit, oh fuck,” Franklin roared.

Sweat rolled down your back. You leaned forward so you could kiss Franklin. Your kisses were sloppy, jerky, as you rode out your orgasm. Some unknown force took over, unable to help yourself from continuing even though you were too over the moon. Too far gone.

Maybe this was what he felt like when he kept going even after you came. That driving need to stay connected, stay buried in each other. Your hips kept rolling until you were too weak and spent to keep going. Your legs finally giving out as you collapsed on top of him.

Franklin groaned and rolled you over until you were beneath him now. He slipped out and you licked your dry lips, turning your head to the side. You did not want to stop, but you were out of breath. In danger of passing out altogether.

You never experienced a mutual orgasm before. It was usually one after the other. Like a gentleman, Franklin always made sure you came first. Sometimes multiple times before he allowed himself to climax.

Franklin gave your tummy multiple kisses. Every inch of skin was covered with his lips. He laid prayer after prayer into your skin.

For the first time all day, you felt beautiful. You felt loved. You felt like the most gorgeous woman on the planet.

“I love you, Noodle,” he said, calling your baby by the nickname you agreed on. You didn’t know why, it just felt like a Noodle, nestled in there.

Your heart swelled, seeing his face as he continued to kiss your stomach. You rubbed his head as he continued talking to Noodle telling it how he was going to protect it, love it, cherish it, and that it had the best mom on the planet.

Tears prickled your eyes for entirely different reasons and you tried to blink them away but couldn’t. Franklin kissed up your stomach and couldn’t resist a final lick and tug on your overly sensitive nipples.

When he reached your mouth, he smiled and kissed you. He sighed into your mouth. “I love you, baby,” he said.

“I love you even more, Franklin.”

THE END

The Secret Franklin Saint Files | Part 1

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saiyanprincessswanie · 7 months

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 163-164

Welcome to Weeks 163 & 164

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendation for fanfics. I have a lot to read now which makes me happy 💜 This list holds 65 fics. Hope you enjoy them all.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers

Header by @fictional-affairs

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Give Me One More - (Ari x Reader) - @/saiyanprincessswanie

The Perfect Fit - (Nick x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

All Of Me - (Ari x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Don't Give Up on Me - (Andy x Reader) - @navybrat817

Andy Drabble - @sunshinebuckybarnes

Sunrise - (Bucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

Begin Again Part 1 - @anonymityisfunwriter

Monkey See, Monkey Do, Chp 14 - (Colin x Reader) - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today

Special Treatment - (Brock x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

A New Beginning - (Bucky x Reader) - @/navybrat817

Dishes with Andy… - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Tease - (Destroyer Chris x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog

who you belong to - (Andy x Reader) - @/sunshinebuckybarnes

Thanks for the Invite - (Lloyd x Black! Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Alpha - (Lloyd x Reader) - @boxofbonesfic

Yearning For You - (Ari x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Dead End - (Lee x Reader) - @shadeysprings

Baby Girl - (Steve x Reader) - @wint3r-h3art

Begin Again - Part 2 - @anonymityisfunwriter

NEED A HAND? - (Bucky x Reader) - @likeahorribledream

Something New - (Bucky x Black Fem Reader x Steve) - @princessphilly

Biker Bucky - @pellucid-constellations

Gentle Soul - (Steve x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Happy Birthday - Gentle Soul - (Steve x Reader) - @/stargazingfangirl18

First Date - Gentle Soul - (Steve x Reader) - @/stargazingfangirl18

Playing The Long Game - (Cole x Reader) - @our-marvel-universe

Let Me - (Bucky x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog

Fair Play - (Nick x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog

Stalked - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

It's All In The Eyes - (Bucky x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Kinktober Day 13 - (Bucky x Black! Reader) - @princessphilly

As You Wish - (Steve x Reader) - @/rookthorne

| 2:48 a.m. | - (Bucky x Reader) - @sergeantxrogers

Mornin' Captain! - (Steve x Reader) - @nicoline1998enilocin

Stucky in love - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Whatever Daddy Wants - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420

Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 6 - (Curtis x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

His Inheritance - Part 22 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Just Right - Chp 5 - (Steve x Reader) - @darsynia

Real-Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 17 - @/wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Though I Have Never Read It - Part 4 - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Conditioner - (Bucky x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

A Crown of Flowers - (Bucky x Reader) - @/navybrat817

Only the two of us - (Bucky x Reader) - @barnesafterglow

Threadbare - Part 4 - (Steve x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly

Forbidden Enticement - (Stucky x Reader) - @/rookthorne

Turn The Lights Down Low - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @slyyywriting

Potentiality - (Brock x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

Never Have I Ever… - (Jake x Reader) - @/drabblewithfrannybarnes

Still Need You - (Bucky x Reader) - @andydrysdalerogers

play with fire - (Bucky x Reader) - @onceuponastory

SWEETHEART - (Lee x Reader) - @likeahorribledream

Miss You - (Frank C. x Reader) - @wint3r-h3art

Bucky Oneshot - @/pellucid-constellations

a stranger arrives - (Bucky x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

Life of Pie - (Destroyer! Chris x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog

Breeding Kink Nick - (Nick x Black! Reader) - @/princessphilly

Sugary Sweet - (Bucky x Reader) - @/rookthorne

Bodyguard Brock - @/fluffyprettykitty

Unholy Errand - (Lloyd x Reader, God the Bounty Hunter) - @buckets-and-trees

For All I Do - (Lee x Reader) - @/boxofbonesfic

By the Pound - (Andy x Black!Reader) - @/syntheticavenger

Their Doll - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @/navybrat817

Their Doll - Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @/navybrat817

The Shadow of Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog

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itwasthereaminuteago · 1 year

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Stef, my dear. I come to you bearing thots ❤️

I saw this: "keep talking shit and i'll show you the other things i can do with that mouth of yours."

And thought: Who'd I wanna talk to me like that? Frank, that's who 🫠🔥

Sorry this took so long but I finally have something!

|| If Found... ||

Frank Castle x female reader

Tags/warnings: soft Dom Frank with Sub puppy reader, wearing a collar, pet names, use of 'daddy', fingering, little bit of humiliation, oral sex (both male and female receiving), vaginal sex, aftercare.

A/n: arf arf woof bark bark. If I've tagged you and it's not your thing please ignore 😉

Since Frank had been helping Billy get Anvil up and running, all his time had been taken up with it. And all your time with him too for that matter. He was late home more often than not and although he kept promising to make it up to you, you were getting pissed off at being neglected. He was doing it for the benefit of both of you and you knew and appreciated that, but it didn't stop you from feeling jealous that his precious time wasn't being spent with you and only you. So when he arrives home so late again, you take it out on him.

"Hey honey, sorry m'late. You had a good day?"

"Like you actually give a shit." You grumble, turning and pulling away from him as he goes to give you a kiss.

"Huh, it's like that is it? You pissed at me for something?"

"Oh, you think?"

"Hey, c'mon baby, talk to me, tell me what's going on." He tries again, he never wants to be the reason that you're upset.

"Fuck off. You know exactly what it is." You snap back at him. You're far too annoyed to make an effort to articulate your feelings in a civil, adult way. It's a situation that could easily be resolved but there's a part of you that doesn't want that, you need to rage at him.

"Asshole." You hiss, pushing past him as he reaches for you.

He quickly loses patience. "Keep talking shit and I'll show you the other things I can do with that mouth of yours."

"Whatever. Dinner's in the dog."

Frank scoffs. "Oh yeah? Funny, cos I don't remember havin' one."

You huff, folding your arms. "Might as well be me, seeing as you treat me like one, expecting me to be happy with scraps."

"Alright." Frank thinks for a second, then he scrubs his hand over his face and shakes his head. "Get your collar." He says quietly.

You can't move, those three words flip a primal switch hidden deep within your brain.

His voice rises. "Don't make me ask again.

You hurry to the bedroom and retrieve the dainty black leather collar from your underwear drawer, clutching it in your hands as you re-enter the living room. He's sitting down on the couch now, legs spread wide.

"You know what to do."

You hold the collar between your teeth and sink down to your knees. Frank beckons you to him with a crooked finger. "Come on puppy, c'mere."

You slowly crawl on all fours to him, sitting in the space between his boots looking down at the floor. You can feel his eyes on you as you wait. He takes the collar from you and you can't help making a desperate noise as he sweeps your hair out of the way to fasten it snugly around your neck, giving it a short tug.

"Whiny little puppy just needs some attention, is that it, sweetheart?

Your eyes are wide and wet as he takes hold of your chin making you look up at him. "Hm, yeah. A little less of the attitude and I'll give you what you want, huh?"

You nod slowly, you want him to scratch that submissive itch you've been craving for so badly for weeks.

"Stand up, let's take this off." He tugs at the edge of your top and you obey, lifting your arms allowing him to peel it off. He unhooks your bra, skimming his hands around your ribs to cup your breasts and you lean into his touch but he doesn't linger, trailing his fingers down to the top of your jeans unbuttoning them and yanking them down helping you lift your legs out of them.

He tugs at the waistband of your panties. "If I take these off, are you gonna promise not to make a mess?"

You whimper and nod, but you don't care, you just want him to touch you now.

He pulls them down your legs slowly, his eyes flicking up to meet yours when he notices how the crotch sticks to your cunt with how damp they are.

"Alright, get in your spot, c'mon." He commands, helping you up onto his lap. You're completely naked with your back laying on his clothed chest and your legs hooked over either side of his. Exposed.

You're so sensitive you can't keep from wriggling against him, arching as soon as he trails his fingers along the soft skin of your inner thigh to touch you, trying to clamp your thighs together around his hand but he stops you, forcing your legs apart again, and bringing wetness up from your core to draw light little circles with his fingertips around your clit.

"There you go. That's what you need ain't it?"

You're entirely at his mercy, his other arm wrapped firm around under your chest with his teasing fingers tugging at your nipples. His warm lips drag up the side of your neck and over your collar and you moan.

"Aw, you gonna yap for me, little puppy? Huh?" He increases the speed of his fingers and you feel the pressure inside you building fast, you're so embarrassingly close, just a little more and you'll-

"Ohh, oh Frankie I'm gonna-"

He stops.

"No, no please!" You choke and cry as he takes his hand away leaving your orgasm just out of reach.

"That's it, c'mon and beg for me baby, you know how I love when you do. Now what d'ya say?"

He holds you firmly as you buck against him, the fact that you can feel him hard under your ass just makes it even more frustrating.

"Please, please daddy… I'll be so good!" You whine, and he chuckles warmly into your skin bringing his fingers back where you so desperately need them.

"Yeah, can't deny my fuckin' sweet girl." He whispers low, right next to your ear and you shudder and gasp as you feel the tendrils of pleasure wrapping around the base of your spine as he touches you.

"Aw, you gonna come baby, all for me?"

He chuckles and mocks your pathetic little moans and noises, it's humiliating and you hate that it turns you on even more. Your promise to him rings through your head as it hits you but it's too late. You can't do anything to stop the floodgates from bursting open as he takes you right over the precipice, soaking his lap right through his jeans to his boxers as you come so hard, writhing and whimpering in his grasp.

Frank scoots you to the side as he looks down at the damp patch. "Oh my baby girl... can't even follow a simple order." He tuts and your face flushes with embarrassed heat as you breathe heavily through the aftershocks, twitching.

"M'sorry." Your voice comes out small and shaky.

He pulls off his shirt and then the heavy clink of his belt buckle being undone suddenly relieves you of any sense. All you want is to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue and his come down your throat.

"That's alright cos you're gonna clean up your mess ain't ya?" It's not a question. He shucks his jeans and boxers down just far enough for his thick cock to spring up, smacking against his abs. You slide onto the floor between his legs, dumb with desire, taking hold of the base as you eagerly slide your lips around him.

"Yeah, there you go sweetheart, attagirl." He watches you take him in, circling your fingers around what you can't fit. You're drooling down his cock as you suck and lick like a good pup, and Frank's making the most gorgeous sounds of encouragement for you. When he grunts and twitches against your tongue as you swirl it around the underside of his head, you know he's close. His fingers run over your shoulders and pull up your neck, hooking under the collar and pushing you down on him just enough that you start to gag a little, but no more.

"Fuck! Mmm fuck yeah… just keep doin' that princess, just keep doin' it like that…"

You put yourself to task, arousal dripping down the insides of your thighs again as Frank's hips lift up, fucking himself into your throat. All you want is to make him happy now he's here, you want to take back everything you said and the way you were acting like a brat because you know that Frank will always take care of you exactly the way you need him to. He understands and you love him for it.

He grunts low again, moaning as your fingers caress his balls. His thick fingers weave through and tighten their grip in your hair, the air leaving his lungs in short sharp bursts as his hips jerk and he spills down your throat. You swallow greedily, milking his cock with your fist until you've lapped up every drop he can give you.

"I love you." He's grinning and laughing, his head falling slack to rest on the back of the couch. "Such a fucking good girl. God damn I fucking love you baby, you know that?"

You wipe the spit off your mouth with the back of your hand and smile up at him from your sore knees. "Thank you daddy, love you too."

Frank sheds his pants and helps you up, scooping his hands under your ass and lifting you up. You curl your arms around his neck and wrap your legs around his waist and he kisses you deeply tasting himself on your tongue as he carries you into your bedroom and throws you down on the bed.

"M'not finished with you yet." He says, and you mewl as he positions you on all fours, nudging your legs apart with his knee, settling down behind you and letting his gaze roam over your bare, wet pussy. He gently slides a finger between your folds, watching how you squirm and shy away, you've got some nerve he'll give you that.

"Shh, stay still for me, let me take care of you." You yelp as he buries his face between your legs and you pitch forward into the pillows, your moans muffled into them as he licks you right up the middle. Frank takes eating you out very seriously. He's on you until you're wailing, his nose prodding at your entrance as he tongues your clit until he's hard again, and then he teases you with the tip of his dick until you're begging again, sobbing for him to fuck you.

"Okay, okay…"

You sigh happily when he slides a finger inside you. "Christ, you're still so tight sweetheart, gonna take it slow."

He covers you, drapes himself over your body like a claim, featherlight kisses on your shoulder reminding you that he's yours too. And then you feel the immaculate burn when he grips onto your hips, lining up and slowly sheathing himself inside your needy cunt. His big, strong hands massage over your lower back trying to relax you as he pushes in the rest of the way. It's so much. He's stretching you open but making sure you're comfortable as you can be before he starts to move, and when he does your vision nearly whites out.

He fucks you like this, with your head down and your ass up in the air until you're clawing at the sheets around you and then he yanks you up by your collar, wrapping his arms around your middle, sliding his hand between your legs and zeroing in on your swollen bud of nerves.

"D-daddy- ah, uh!!"

"C'mon baby, you wanna come on my cock don't ya?"

You whine at the intensity of stimulation you're receiving, it's almost so much that you're numb. It's all you can do to dumbly nod your head, whimpers spilling from your bitten lips. On every thrust he punches so deep inside you, his skin smacking against your ass. He talks to you the whole time, playing with your clit. He doesn't mind that you're struggling to answer back, you're only able to whine as you can feel another orgasm sparking up within you fast.

"I know you want your little pussy filled, but you ain't gotta worry darlin', gonna make you feel so damn good…"

His other hand wanders up to the base of your throat, and the rough tips of his fingers stroke the edge of the collar as he applies just a touch of pressure around your neck. It's all it takes for you to start pulsing around his thrusting cock and you moan as you come together. Frank shudders behind you, holding on to you tightly, praising you constantly and reminding you that you're his good girl as he fills you with his spend.

"Goddamn, you're amazing. You okay?"

You nod, your tired body sagging back against him. He stays inside you for a little while, just holding you and kissing the side of your neck and face as he waits for you to calm down. He's so gentle with you when he pulls out, and he goes to get a washcloth to clean you up.

When that's all done you curl up with him, head resting on his chest with his hand stroking up and down your arm soothingly.

"I'm sorry I've been away from you so much, I shoulda realised sooner and there ain't any excuse. But you don't need'ta play games with me, if you need somethin' you just ask, just let me know okay?"

"I know. I'm sorry too… thank you Frankie, you always know what to do." You respond, and he kisses your forehead.

"I'll do anythin' for you sweet girl. You want me to take your collar off?"

You hum, your eyelids feel so heavy and you let them close. "Can you leave it on, please?"

Frank smiles, his fingers stroking your hair as he's kissing you softly. "You want to sleep in it, pup?"

You yawn and stretch, snuggling up to Frank's warmth. "Mmhm."

"Alright baby girl, sweet dreams."

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unhinged-summer-fun · 1 year

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i've got a bad case of loving you

Written for Danktober 2022 Day 30: Medical Play, Gear, & Mischief Night

Frank Castle x F!Reader (22+)

Summary: Frank comes home a bit worse for wear one night, and wonders how much of this he deserves, and how much grief he must cause you in turn.

Word Count: 2613

Warnings: Minor descriptions of wounds and the care of said wounds, self-esteem moments of clarity, love and the question of if one deserves it. DADDY KINK.

Notes: me love daddy fwank

[full danktober list here]

Frank was dead tired. His mind just hadn't gotten the memo.

Frank hadn’t been this tired since that final mission before…

Well, before.

Usually whenever he went out with only metaphorical blood on his hands, came back in with the literal kind, the fatigue would set in, trying to repair his injuries in his sleep. He was dead to the world in that dreamless recovery, utterly useless beneath the sheets, just a body on a journey back from hell all over again. He supposed missing out on life was the toll he paid to the ferryman.

Charon, he’s the guy they leave the coins for, he remembered hearing on his first deployment. They were all obsessed with death, then. Hell, Hades, burial rites, the ones you prayed to and the ones you prayed against and every god in between, he remembered them all like the names of saints spoken at executions. He wondered then if he opened his eyes wide enough some nights, if they would turn into coins and he’d be carried away for good.

It was food for thought.

Not healthy food, but a thought to digest nonetheless.

But perhaps he was starting to make an actual dent in things here. There hadn’t been too many people in the warehouse tonight, but two of them gave him a run for his money, an actual run. His chest still ached and his thighs screamed at him from pounding all that pavement after them. With forty-five pounds of gear on him, he’d nearly lost them.

Nearly. But nobody but Frank needed to know that.

Frank dropped off his gear in the rented storage unit he used as a base of operations, to be cleaned later when he wasn’t about to fall asleep on his feet. Even asleep, his feet carried him home to you.

It was like something fundamentally shifted in his mind the moment he slid the key in the lock of your apartment. His guard came down, the fatigue started knocking on his skull, and the weight of the ghosts he carried threatened to bring him to his knees. In the dark of the hallway, Frank never turned on the overhead light, letting the dark antechamber acting as a cleansing place, for him to drop away the sins of the day to the floor at his feet. It was one of those soothing irrational thoughts he let himself have more of these days. Your apartment was a sacred place to him, a house of worship. He hardly thought he deserved to be here at all.

But the high priestess within thought otherwise.

Your socked feet came padding up around the corner. The socks themselves were knee-high, mismatched but adorable. Your holy robes of laundry day. “You’re home early!” You exclaimed excitedly, pulling you from the darkness in the light of your smile.

A smile he was helpless to fight spread across his features. “Was a quick trip.” You came closer to take his coat, before going and getting him a glass of water from the kitchen. He still hadn’t moved from his spot in the hallway, the atoms at the very end of him yearning to touch the cold metal of the door and lean.

Years and years of unlearning that exact habit propelled him away from that temptation toward another one entirely. Frank unzipped his boots while you waited with the glass at the edge of where the living room light stopped. He set them in the black rubber boot tray that held your running shoes, his running shoes, and a pair of baby pink rain boots you needed yesterday during the storm. He bookended your shoes with his, nudging them into the center of the tray, subconsciously protecting every part of you with every part of him.

The sight of his workout shoes was enough to pull a groan from his chest when he stood. “God I’m tired.”

Utterances which he'd kept unspoken behind lips sealed by military bearing now aired themselves in the safety of your empathy. Your face appeared when he opened his eyes, concern etched between your brows as you looked him over. The thick canvas clothes he wore on missions tended to cover any minor injury, but you knew his body well, and knew the pinch of his brow that meant pain. “I’ll get you a snack if you go shower now. I’m still on load three of the laundry.”

Ah yes, so it was the high holy day of little-to-no clothes from you.

“I’m fine,” he grunted, but you put your hands on your hips and fixed him with a look. It was like he could hear what you were going to say right before you said it.

“Daddy.”

That single word, the honorific bestowing his bewildering importance and authority in your life, the precious title you’ve given him, in that tone, with that look, meant you wouldn’t ever let me say the same thing to you. It had taken Frank a long time to get to the point where he felt anywhere near similar to the people around him, and even longer around the ones he loves.

You were right, of course. If you'd stumbled home in his position, exhausted and injured and trying to hide it, he'd have never let you leave the house again.

He met your eyes, turning his head to the side so he could watch you while he finished off the rest of the glass of water. The standoff felt ten times longer than it actually was, but he was smirking when he handed you back the water and passed you to go toward the bathroom. He landed a kiss on your head as he went, earning a huff for his troubles.

You didn’t follow him in, but it was a near thing. He heard you pulling his clothes out of the hamper while he washed his hair, and could follow the sound of you setting out a new set of clothes for him while he shaved. He was halfway through dressing (just his body, the wounds would keep until tomorrow) when you came back in. You clutched one of those protein bars that made your face scrunch up like you just passed by a dumpster.

“That for me?”

“You’re hurt.”

You’d both spoken at the same time. Frank stopped himself and gestured you closer.

"What happened?" you asked in a soft voice, bringing the little crinkly wrapper to your chest.

"S' Mischief Night. Folks think vandalizing graves ain't a crime when it's tradition."

So he had been at the cemetery.

You went to him then, almost tripping on the lip between the bedroom and the bathroom. The stumble made you halt again, eyes catching on the largest wounds on his body. Most had stopped bleeding by now, but were still an angry red that scared you. “C’mere, doll.”

You didn’t meet his eyes, instead looking over his body with worry clouding your eyes in the same way tears did. Both hurt his heart. “It’s not so bad. Just a few bumps and scrapes. It’ll all look better by morning.”

The assurance is met with a nod, but not with relief. You’d seen him move around with stiff shoulders. You’ve heard the hitch in his breath when he twisted too far one way or another. You’ve felt the creak of his joints when you napped on his chest, on his lap, in his arms. You knew a potentially ruinous truth with every sense you possessed: Frank Castle lived in constant pain. But sure, it would look better by morning.

Wordlessly, you started to move, placing the protein bar in his hand and reaching for the medical supplies you kept beneath the bathroom sink. He ate just as wordlessly as you prepared, but the silence were interspersed with sighs, empty emotional exhales that once bore words, now left unsaid. They came from the both of you, an elephant walking back into the room you'd had enough of talking around. “What is it?” you asked, smoothing over an angry welt on his bicep. The tug of the latex glove you'd put on felt strange and impersonal, but Frank knew you by your warmth.

“Sometimes I feel like a piece of shit, accepting all your help cleanin’ and fixin’ me up just to go undo it all tomorrow, you cookin’ for me like you’re a maid, or—”

You were well used to his melancholy when he was tired like this. You were similar, when work wore you down and you wanted to become a rug instead of a person with responsibilities. You cut him off with a finger to his lips, earning you a surprised chuckle at your boldness.

“Frank Castle. If I thought I was your mother, I would have said so.” He was surprised by your sudden intensity. You were usually so carefree, lighthearted. Whenever you got serious, he knew it was a time to pay attention. It was a few more minutes before you spoke again, working on the big slash in his forearm first. “Do you know what acts of service is?”

Frank looked a little confused, but not entirely wary. “I served. You know that.”

A shaken head. “Not like that. I mean everyday stuff, making an extra cup of coffee for you to take to go. Keeping a clean apartment we can relax in. Taking care of you when you’re hurt. I don’t expect anything in return. I like to do it.”

The idea that you thought he expected those things of you burned in his gut like guilt. “I don’t deserve all that.”

“Have you thought about the fact that it’s me who I’m making happy by doing these things for you?”

Frank's eyes went all huge and round and, for a minute it takes your breath away: how suddenly child-like with wonder he could look in the span of a single second, like he’d never considered the details important about the way he loved another person, or was loved in return. Loving wasn’t a reflexive verb in his vernacular until just then. I love you myself. To you, I love.

“You protect this city, right? Not out of a sense of duty, right? Nobody's asking you to do this. Sometimes this city doesn't deserve your efforts." You waited for him to acknowledge and agree to that, which he did with a slightly-uncomfortable grunt. "I think you do it out of love, out of preventing history from repeating itself. Sometimes that love you give can look violent to those that don’t know you. You’re protecting it. I believe that’s an act of service. Fucked up of me to justify it that way, but I don’t think I’d be the same person if I didn’t.”

"I don't think you're fucked up," he said weakly.

"Frank. I'm playing doctor to a man I call Daddy because it turns me on do to it. I'm not not fucked up."

Even though he tasted like that fucking protein bar in the flavor you won’t eat, he kissed you in wonderment, then rested his forehead against yours. “You’re fucking brilliant, you know that?"

All the other languages you could've used to tell him you loved him flew out the fucking window, because all the blood in your head had gone to your weak knees at the praise. The glint of amusement in his eye told you didn't go unnoticed.

“One of us has to be,” you deflected, going back to your first aid.

He was smiling again, smiling in that way that looked so natural on him, that looked like it hurt to keep up, but you knew that the hurt was natural to a man like him. You gently applied gel over his bruised cheek, softly affixing a bandage to the cut at the center of it. Little by little, the Punisher disappeared beneath your touch, soothed and massaged and bandaged up into Frank Castle. "There," you said. "Better?"

"You know it is."

"I still like to hear it," you teased, packing up the kit.

He shook his head and hopped down from the counter, trapping you in the circle of his arms for a cuddle. “So what do I do, smart girl?”

“About what?”

“The guilt.”

And that question, those words, the acknowledgment and the asking for advice, it spoke of a blessed landmark along a rough and difficult road. It spoke of countless hours of struggling with familiarity, it spoke volumes, and oh, he’d asked you a question.

Your hands turned nervous, fidgeting with the edge of his shirt. You didn't have the answer he sought, and you knew he had very little time for sugarcoating the truth. “I don’t know. I feel the same way sometimes.”

Frank knew a little bit of that, he knew the times you’ve cried from his praise, shied from the gentleness of his touch, flinched at his softness, marveled at the positive attention he laid at your feet. He’d seen the sadness in your smiles, and he’d held his kisses to your temple twice as long those days.

You knew there were other ways of learning a language than the classroom. You knew that languages can be parroted, can be faked and never really understood. You could learn an accent and a few choice phrases and never know the depth of what you’re saying. You knew some languages have come to Frank through pure immersion, where he had to crawl over broken glass to learn them, to fight to keep afloat and learn the hard way the tongue of another. Those tongues are lashed across his back and whispered through the scar tissue on his heart and body. The language of tragedy. The language of guilt. The language of pain, of loss and grief. The language spoken by atrocities.

It’s with a kind reverence that he spoke his languages of love to you. Like hymns, like prayers, like oaths and rituals, like the last gasped words of a holy martyr. He made no secret of the ferocity he loves with. You’d never been blind to it, nor stupid enough to believe otherwise. You faced the sunrise of his affection like a woman who survived twenty years of dark nights alone.

The two of you sat in that gentle silence again, soaking in the feeling of turning a page in your relationship, a collectively-held breath exhaled in relief when the story continued on, instead of ending and turning to a blank page and thank yous. You smiled at him, kissed him once, and handed him his shirt when you were satisfied wasn't hiding any other injuries from you.

“Thank you, doll,” he murmured, his voice scraping over the vowels in that way that made your spine shiver on its own. You weren't kidding when you said taking care of him and letting him do the same for you turned you on. He bestowed another kiss to your temple before getting off the counter and taking your hand. “Gonna lay down.”

“Am I coming with you?” you asked mischievously.

He made a weak noise, something half-born in his throat, before he realized you were teasing him. He tugged you to the bed with him and you both collapsed atop the covers with an oomph. You had to use your foot to bring the blanket over top of you both, because there was no way in hell he was letting you go now.

Frank Castle wasn’t a cuddler before you.

He could have slept off the pain and the healing on his own, but why would he? Why would he choose to be alone when he had everything he wanted right here?

#frank castle x reader #f!reader #unhingery #danktober 2022

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camsthesadgirlnow · 2 years

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my purpose [3]

pairings: beefy!bucky x black reader, mistress!reader, rich ceo!bucky, [scandal show plot]

warnings: smut, cuteness, exhibition kink, public sex but the restaurant is empty, cheating, love

summary: Bucky risks the reputation and goes out w you

part [2]

Bucky and you have been seeing each other for months now, maybe even close to a year. And he was always asking you to go out and go on a date but you were too scared to be seen with him. It confused you because he was always asking you to come out with him but it almost seemed like he didn’t care about his reputation being ruined.

you were laying on your bed scrolling on your phone wearing nothing but panties and his red henly when you heard footsteps walking to your room.

“aren’t you supposed to be working” I tell him

“I couldn’t resist seeing you” he said tacking you and turning you around on your bed. You were facing him with each leg in his side

“What are you actually here for?“ I ask

“I actually wanted to propose something to you” he said his smile beeming

“oh?” You asked looking into his blue ocean eyes

“Come out to dinner with me!” He proposed

Your smile faltered “bucky we can’t. Someone is gonna see us together and then they’re just gonna name me a slut or a homewrecker and I’m not ready for that.”

“Hey listen to me. Over my dead body any one will call you that and it’ll be at a restaurant on the other side of town. I rented it out only for us both. No one will be there except for my bodyguards.” He smiles at you, removing a piece of hair out of your face “I promise baby. Trust me”

“okay” you half smiled, you were excited to be going out with Bucky but there was still a feeling in the back of your mind that made you uneasy. Like something bad was going to happen.

later that night you got dressed and wore one of your favorite blue slip off dress with a slit and blue heels. You kept your makeup simple and your curly hair down.

You heard a message pop up and you were sure it was Bucky saying he arrived. You walked out of your apartment and saw a man posted by the door of the car with it open for you.

“where’s bucky” you asked frank

“he wanted to meet us there ma’am” he responded as you sat on the seat and he got into the driver seat and started driving

a couple minutes later you arrived at the fancy restaurant ablaze, only the richest of the rich could afford eating here. Frank led you into the back that was closed off for special occasions. Barnes was waiting for you by the table that was full of food.

“woah” you exclaimed

“thank you Frank” he nodded towards his bodyguard “you look beautiful my love. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to get you” he said placing his hand on your back leading you to your seat

“It’s okay. Don’t worry” you smile

The past hour has been nothing but jokes and smiles. The nagging feeling in the back of your brain was replaced with happiness. Finally feeling wanted. It was a good feeling, maybe even the best feeling in the world.

“I love you” he confessed to you, his eyes staring into yours “and I know that when I’m with you, I changed so much. I changed my perspective of life. Hayley just uses me for my money but you don’t. You never did and I know you never will.”

He placed your hand in his “I promise that when the dinner of my party comes. I’ll divorce Hayley and be with you.”

“Bucky I love you too” you smile and start kissing him.

His hand reaches into the slit of your dress and he pulls your thigh over his body. You end up straddling up on the seat he was in. His hand pulling down on your straps to show your boobs. Your hands find its way down his zipper and you reach into his slacks and pull out his hard cock. You place it inside you.

“ah” you squeal “daddy”

Unbeknownst to you and Bucky was a camera flash just outside the restaurant recording your actions.

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a/n: okay I’m finally done this chapter like🥲. Took me forever

#black!reader #bucky x black!reader #bucky barnes #bucky barns imagine #bucky imagine #ceo!bucky #scandal #olivia pope

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thisismeracing · 7 months

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Food baby | LH44

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

― Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x reader (she/her) ― Warnings: curse words, Twitter environment, mentions of food, pregnancy, and gastritis; it’s not proofread. ― Summary: Yn is used to posting her belly after meals, claiming it's her "food baby", but fans are hell-bent on waiting for the reveal of a real baby Hamilton. ― A/n: I'm trying something new with this one, I hope you guys like it 🤍 (reader fc is an asian girl) ― A/n:² none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me, and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

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ynaccount date night the way we love 😜 (ps. I'm bloated bc of my gastritis 😢)

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fan44 the way she looks at lewis makes me believe in love all over again

lewishamilton luv u 😘

schumishoes is this fish and fries?

⤷ ynaccount it a vegan version of it, lew made me give it a try and it's actually pretty tasty 😋

redferrarii I know she said she’s just bloated, but I already made up a whole fanfiction in my head

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lewishamilton weekend-off dump 💛

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leclercclub WHAT IS THE THIRD PIC??

⤷ ynsunshine she's probably just bloated lol

mickschumacher 🧡

ynaccount you post this third pic without context, break the internet, and then act like nothing happened? Yk you gotta remember them its just food-baby, lew 😩

sunnyschumi her hair looks so soft, drop the hair routine, queen!

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ynaccount night out ⭐️

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lewishamilton you're so pretty 🤍

⤷ sainzgenz he's a simp, it's been proved

totowoofwoof they're so aesthetic, I want what they have

francisca.cgomes bestie, I loved the heels!!!!!! 😍

lewisonlyone we stan a wag that provides us with lew content on a regular basis 🙏🏾🫵🏾

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ynaccount spent the week with my baby 💚 now we're heading to support daddy 💜

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lewishamilton you know you shouldn't be drinking plain black coffee... 😐

⤷ ynaccount what doesn't kill me makes me bloated, discovered this the hard way lol

⤷ roscoelovescoco I's trieds tellings her offs, dads! she doesn'ts hears me 😔

racingrain has style and listens to frank ocean, she's perfection 🥵

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ynaccount turns out the food baby became a real baby 😅😇😂

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lewishamilton 💛💛💛

roscoelovescoco I's a bigs brother nows 😁😆

⤷ hannahracing I love their little family sm

lewiseightrophy THEY'RE GLOWING DKJDSKGJKGJ AND HER BELLY LOOKS SO CUTE <3

mercedesamgf1 congrats, lew and yn! 💜

georgerussell63 congrats, mate!

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quellmythirst · 2 years

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House Hunting Part 13

Summary: You are the youngest child of Frank and Maria Castle. Your dads best mate offers to help you find a new place in the city. The only problem being you’ve had a crush on him since forever.

Pairing: Castle!Reader (you) x Billy Russo

Words: 3k

Warnings: Big ol’ age gap, dad’s best friend, daddy kink, teasing, smut, alcohol, swearing, canon typical violence, dirty talk. 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Part 12

Sitting on the couch alone you were watching The Final Girls. After so long basically alone you were desperate for company, normal, human, civilian company. Bo had texted, so had Erica and Rachel, but it wasn’t nearly as good as having people in front of you when they spoke. So you found solace with the girls on the screen, projecting your own discomfort onto Max as she grieves for her mother.

Your father, Billy, both squad 7 and 8 were currently all hunched over the dining table. Paper and guns strewn about the place while they went over their latest tactics. There still hadn’t been a break and you were really starting to hope they would just give up so you could go home. The loud base of ‘Fade to Black’ began to play, echoing off the stark walls of Billy’s apartment, and you know instantly that it had to be your fathers new ringtone.

You watched him, leaning over the back of the couch. Your head resting on your forearms as he paced the kitchen floor. He ended the call quickly, his eyes darting from you and to Billy. They were wide and a sense of hope glistened in them that you hadn’t seen in a long time. Good news it seemed.

“Mirco got us a lead,” he said, pushing the phone back into his pocket, he walked over planting a kiss on your forehead, “Gunna be ok now, kiddo,” he reassured you.

“Need me to help?” Billy asked him, clapping him on the shoulder.

“No, Micro said I need to go alone,” Frank replied, gathering up some weapons from the dining table.

“When do you need to go?” Derek and Erik asked at the same time.

“Ten minutes ago, don't let nothing happen to my baby girl while I'm gone, Russo,” he said as he opened the door, waiting for Billy's confirmation.

“No chance,” Billy nodded at him and you both watched as he closed and locked the door behind him. You were both still, silently watching the door waiting for him to suddenly reappear, moments, minutes passed and he still hadn't returned.

“Out,” Billy commanded, his eyes not leaving your gaze.

“Sir?” Derek asked, looking over both squads.

“Now,” Billy’s voice was firm and deep, “Two at the door and two downstairs, everyone else can go home,” He crooked his head, turning to glare at the respective squads. Their heads immediately falling to their feet, gathering up their weapons, they exited the apartment.

“Erik and I will be by the door, call us if you need anything,” Derek said, the door slamming shut behind him and you heard the deadlock click in the door. The air that seemed frozen, snapped. The air whizzing around you as weeks of tension broke all at once.

You jumped over the back of the couch launching yourself towards him. Billy vaulted over the kitchen counter, meeting in the middle for a passionate and hungry kiss. His hands clasped your face to hold you close, while your teeth clashed together, tongues delving in, desperate to taste each other. One of his hands slid under your ass, squeezing it tight when he hoisted your legs around his waist. The other remained under your chin, unwilling to let your face go. Your arms flew around his neck, hands tangling in his hair. Gripping on it, holding his lips to yours when you nipped along his bottom lip.

“Fuck I've missed this,” Billy growled into your mouth as he began walking you towards the dining table, “can't wait little girl,”

“Billy,” you moaned, tugging on his hair to get a look in his eyes. They were even darker, almost completely blown black with lust. You brought your lips back to his as your back hit the hard wood of the table. Carefully, but with haste he lowered you both on top of it. His hand only left your face to push the remaining arsenal to the other end.

He pressed his knee between your legs opening you up, his warm mouth gliding along the nape of your neck. Licking up your scent for the first time in weeks, “Tell me your mine,” he growled, into the soft flesh of your thigh.

“I'm yours,” you promised, his strong hands snaking down your body and throwing your shorts behind him. Lifting your top only enough to expose your breasts, he took your nipple in his mouth. His long fingers swept through your soaking pussy.

“Fuck, little girl, so wet for me already,” he moaned, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to taste you. He groaned around them, relishing in your perfect taste.

“Been wet for weeks Daddy,” you moaned, his fingers sliding up your thigh, his thumb parting you and pressing into your aching core. Only just going in before he brought it up to your own lips.

“Taste your sweet cunt,” his thumb brushed along your bottom lip and you sucked him into your mouth. Your tongue swirling around when you closed your eyes and wished it was his cock that was pressed into your mouth. Your eyes flicked opened, Billy looked starving, like a man who hasn't had a real meal in years.

“I wanna take my time, but fuck.” he groaned, pressing kisses into your nape, “I missed you,” he kicked his sweatpants off. His hard cock bouncing between your bodies. “Take my time later,” He bit down, sucking a strong hickey in a place you would have trouble hiding, “Ready?” He asked, his voice filled with lust.

“Yes,” you pleaded, desperate for him to be inside you, your hands clinging on to his biceps as you dragged his face down to yours. Your lips melted into his as his body covered your own. You shivered when you felt his tip brush along your folds. His swollen head stretched into you perfectly, when he thrust his big cock inside you. You both let out sighs of relief, the weeks had been to many. His large cock now nestled in your tight pussy. Reminding you how much you had craved him, how perfectly he fit inside you. He leant over you, his forearms caging your head between them.

“Gunna fill you full with me,” he panted, his thrusts slow and deliberate. His breath harsh and fast. He was eager to keep control. But the voice in his head telling him to go wild was growing stronger with every delicious stretch of your tight little pussy fucking on his cock. He adjusted his movements to hit that spot deep with in your needy little pussy. Your cries of pleasure were doing things to him and he wasn't sure how much longer he could take it.

Unable to control himself any longer, he lifted you by the ass positioning you on top of him. Straddling him, you felt his cock even deeper. “Ride Daddy's cock baby,” he encouraged, his hands resting on your hips, guiding you up and down on his thick length.

A hand trailed up your sweaty body, groping at your breast and tweaking your nipple. He continued up, until his thumb and index finger held your jaw, while his other fingers grazed across your neck. His grip tightened on you and he pulled you down to him, devouring your lips with his own. His strong tongue licking through your mouth, like he was trying to savor everyone of your moans, your breath all he needed to survive.

“Shit, fuck, little girl. I don't think I can -” he pounded up into you, “it's been too long,” his hand snaked through your bodies. His long fingers flicking over your clit in time with his thrusts, “forgot how beautiful you look full of Daddy’s cock little girl,” he adored you, his hand caressing your cheek, brushing a sweaty hair from your face, “You gunna cum for me?”

“Mm ye-,” you cried, “daddy, faster," you arched your back, his hand wrapped around the back of your neck pressing your body into him. He thrust up into your clenching pussy, “Ye- Yess, Billy” You moaned, your hands gripping tightly on his shoulders, while his hand held your face close to his. Billy’s eyes memorizing you as pleasure started jolting through your whole body, your legs beginning to shake, pussy sputtering and convulsing around Billy’s throbbing cock.

“Nearly there baby," he panted, "cum for Daddy,” his low, hoarse voice resonating in your ears. Euphoria exploded from within your body, your mind blown at just how much you had missed this. After weeks of just your hand, it was overwhelming, your legs still spasming and shaking on top of Billy, as he thrust harder into you pushing his ass off the table, "fuck- yes, Y/N,” he moaned, his cock emptying weeks worth of cum into your tight, quivering little pussy.

While you caught your breath he stared up at you so lovingly, you thought your heart had stopped. Brushing his hair back from his sweaty forehead you gently kissed his temple, “I missed you so much," you sighed, rubbing your nose into his.

“I missed you too,” he smiled, the first genuine smile you had seen since he pulled you into the bathroom to kiss you all those weeks ago, “We could just tell Frank. The sneaking around I can handle,” he said, reaching up to bring your body down, your head nestling into the crook of his shoulder, “What I can’t handle, is having you within arms reach and not being able to touch you,” he sighed, his fingers stroking gently along your shoulder.

“Billy, you know why we can't,” leaning up onto your elbow to look into his eyes.

“He won't kill me,” he said, like it was a fact. But you weren’t convinced, your hand idly tracing along his jawline, his stubble tickling your fingertips.

“You don't know that,” you planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Your lashes brushing along his cheek, “I can’t lose you,”

“I don't, but it can't be worse than this,” he cradled you into his arms, wrapping you tightly in his embrace, “You won’t lose me, I’ll be here as long as you want me,” With the realisation that this conversation was still getting nowhere Billy sighed, rolling off the table and taking you in his arms, “We can talk about more after we rest,” he decided, lowering you into his bed finally and sliding in next to you. His warm breath on your neck and a strong arm wrapped around you. This was heaven and you wanted to stay forever.

Nuzzling into the pillow, you heard Billy's breath even out behind you, the steady rise and fall of his chest on your back. He was asleep, you brought his hand to your lips kissing it gently, whispering so that maybe he wouldn't hear, but secretly hoping that he would. But you were uncertain of how he would react. No this was safer. Another kiss on his hand and in your soft voice, barely above the sound of a mouse's squeak, you whispered “I love you,” before burning your head back into his pillow.

You didn't see the man behind you, the way his eyes nearly popped out of his head when you had whispered those words to him. He kept his breath steady, not wanting to break the ruse of sleep and frighten you into backing out of your confession. But his heart was beating rapidly. Maybe? Did he? Was he ready for that? Sure, he was ready for an ass whooping for what he had done. But was he ready to hold someone's heart in his hands, keep it safe? Would he be able to put it back together if it shattered apart? He didn’t know, all he knew was that you were his and whether it was love or not, he would die before he let anything happen to you.

Awoken by a sudden noise, you look over your shoulder to see Billy already throwing on a stray pair of sweatpants at the edge of the bed.

“Fuck, what if it's Castle?” you whispered to him, covering yourself up your naked body with the comforter.

“Stay here,” he commanded, grabbing a gun from the bedside table. He turned to give you a stern look before exiting the room. When he closed the door you got up, telling yourself you needed clothes on, just in case someone came in. Reaching over the side of the bed you threw on one of Billy's shirts. Your conscience decided it was better to be caught in Billy’s clothes, than naked. You were regretting the choice to move all of your clothes into the guest bedroom. Fuck, still better than naked.

You heard the loud ring of gunfire coming from the living room. He told you to stay. He commanded you to stay. Another shot went off. Shit. Poking your head out of a small crack in the door. A flash of light hit your eyes, the bang ringing in your ears. You stood frozen for a second, you needed to decide. Do as you're told? Or?

BANG! BANG! A clattering followed as something hit the floor. It was worth the punishment. Grabbing the spare combat knife from the dresser. Leaning up onto your tiptoes, you began to sneak out of the room. From your position in the hall you could see two men, one already dead on the floor with bullet holes in his head. That must’ve been the shots you heard. The other man was locked in a knife fight with Billy. He seemed to have this under control.

You began to make your way back to the room when you saw a movement in the corner of your eye. Your body reacted before your mind had a chance to catch up. Your legs carried you forward, bringing the knife up behind the man. You thrust the knife up, stabbing him behind the ear with all the force you could muster. You spotted the gun in his hand as he tried to turn towards you and you pulled the knife back, before doing it again. Blood splattered from the gaping hole in the man's head, covering you from head to toe. You looked at the man, your eyes going wide as he fell to the floor. You took a cautious glance down at your hand, watching as the knife dropped to the ground. The clattering ringing like a bell in church. Blood dripping down from your brow. Your legs felt like anvils weighing you to the floor. Your knees crunching when they slammed into the hardwood. You hung your head, staring down at your blood covered hands. What had you done?

Did you just- you jolted upright when two strong arms wrapped around you, lifting you into their lap. Cradling your face into their shoulder while rocking gently back and forth.

“Shh shh little girl, it's ok,” he cooed, bringing your head to rest under his chin, “you just saved my life,” you felt his smile press into your hair, he started rubbing his nose into your ear, his hand coming to wipe the blood and tears from your cheeks, “you're ok, no ones gonna hurt you,”

“He-” you chocked on your phlegm, “he nearly killed you,” you voice still shaking.

“But he didn't, see I'm fine,” his hand sliding under your chin and lifting your eyes to him,”Open your eyes,” he cooed, “I'm here little girl,” he tried to reassure you.

“I don't know what I'd do,” you sobbed into his chest, “I can't lose you,”

“Not going anywhere,”

You sat like that for long enough for the blood to dry on your clothes. Neither of you were ready to let go of the other. You needed to know he was safe and close to you. Billy made sure your face was covered by his, not wanting you to see the carnage that was currently strewn through the apartment or look upon the man that you had killed.

Both of your heads shot up when the door was kicked in. There stood a very angry looking Lt Castle. Guns strapped to his body and a large manila folder in his hand. He called your name in a terse voice while his eyes scanned the apartment. His coarse glare landed on the where the two of you sat cradling each other.

“I thought this was some sick joke,” he spat, throwing the manila folder at you both, “get up y/n. Now,” he demanded, in a tone you had never heard before.

“Nn.. oo,” you whispered, clinging to the safety of Billy’s arms.

“Now,” venom dripped from his teeth as he glared at his best friend. His arm shot out, grabbing you by the bicep and throwing you towards the door. His other fist landed it's first punch into Billy's face with a loud crack.

“My daughter. You fuckin serious?” his other fist followed through, sending Billy hurtling to the floor, “8 million people in this city,” he swung again, “Why her?” Frank stood over him, hurtling throws into Billy's face, “didn't hear that,” he taunted as you flew forward holding your fathers arm in attempt to stop him, “I'll fuckin kill you for this Russo,” he continued his onslaught, shaking you off like you were nothing.

“Stop,” you cried, throwing yourself between them, figuring he wouldn't hit you.

“Get out of the way Y/n,” he ordered, but you stood firm, narrowing your eyes in defiance at him.

“Just let him, l deserve this,” Billy coughed, his blood splattering on the ground in front of him.

“I won't,” you said, throwing a glare at the man behind you.

“Enough,” Frank shouted, wrapping his arms around you. He lifted you up, you squirmed desperate for him to put you down. But it was no use, there was a reason people never crossed your father. “Stay,” He commanded, depositing you outside the door, “You don’t need to see this,” his voice almost soft, until he heard Billy stand behind him. His eyes narrowed and you rushed forward, but you were too slow. The door slammed into your face and you heard the lock click.

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Part 14

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ahtsumu · 3 years

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long shots ; miya osamu

pairing: miya osamu x f!reader

synopsis: miya osamu is the teacher’s assistant for food chemistry i. you can’t stop thinking about him.

tag(s): college!au, slow burn, TA!miya osamu, grad student!reader, fluff, reader is a go-getter!! ; warning(s): profanity, suggestive themes, talk of insecurities and imposter syndrome ; wc: 5.6k

a/n: happy birthday to @starrysamu! i love u. pls excuse any errors. i’ll weed them out later! btw this fic is not a sugar daddy au LOL

HIS NAME IS Miya Osamu and he always looks like he has it all figured out. Comes in every class with his black hair perfectly tousled, the sleeves of his dark button-up rolled to his elbows, a cup of coffee in one hand and the strap of that black messenger bag in another.

“He drives a BMW, did ya know?” Isla says in your ear one morning. Your only friend in Food Chemistry I gives you a pointed look before sitting back in her chair in the lecture hall with a smirk on her face. “Saw it this morning. Bet he’s loaded.” The two of you watch the subject in question walk across the classroom and settle in his seat at the table in the corner.

“Shut up,” you whisper with wide eyes. A grin–– far from innocent–– makes its way onto your face. “Imagine being Miya Osamu’s sugar baby.”

“He’s not old enough to be a sugar daddy.” Isla looks at her nails disinterestedly. “And that’s too many AUs in one. He’s already the TA, for god’s sake. This isn’t some shitty Wattpad novel.”

A light giggle slips out of your lips. “I can see the title already. My Sugar Daddy is the TA?!”

Now, if anyone had been listening in on your conversation, they would’ve assumed many things about you. The first being that you’re both gold-diggers. This is untrue–– at least, in your case. Isla, you’re not so sure about, given how your friendship only goes back about one month. But she tags you in memes on Instagram so maybe it’s as real as real gets. Their second assumption would be that you have a big fat crush on your TA. That one’s complicated, mostly because it’s true, but only kinda. It all started in the second week of school when Isla caught you staring at Osamu and slipped you a post-it note with both your initials encircled in a heart. And, because you’re shameless with a good sense of humour, you made a show of kissing it while she was looking. And thus began your meaningless but incredibly entertaining, satirical, co-written fantasy about Miya Osamu.

It also didn’t help that on the first essay you got back, Isla’s paper had been marked up with “are you sure?”s and “this is a jump”s, while yours had “excellent reasoning” and “insightful analysis”. You’d even gotten a little comment at the bottom: y/n, fantastic work. you should speak up in class more often. –– OM

But Miya Osamu doesn’t play favourites because the next week you’d gotten another essay back, this time with another comment at the bottom: y/n, not your best work. you could’ve done better by connecting your first paragraph with the second using grant’s reading. conclusion lacked punch, too. all the best. –– OM

Every time you’d read the words scrawled in blue ink, you’d felt a pair of eyes on you. But you chalk it up to Osamu being a careful grader. A good TA. Someone who cares about his students.

Isla calls bullshit on that. You’re not really sure how to feel about her stance.

The classroom door opens and shuts again. You don’t have to look at your phone to know that it’s nine on the dot. Instead, you and Isla straighten your backs, pull out your notebooks, and focus. Your no-nonsense professor says “good morning” in her usual perky manner before jumping right into her keynote presentation.

“Did you all find the reading okay?” Professor Lee asks an hour into the lecture.

A chorus of “yes”s fill the air. You bite your lip, wondering if revealing that you didn’t understand shit will out you as the class idiot. Or maybe your silence is telling enough–– maybe the people in the seats beside you have noticed the grimace on your face and are having thoughts like ‘gee whiz, am I glad I’m not dumb like her’. Heat rushes to your cheeks. Sometimes you really wonder if you’re smart enough to be here. Occurrences like these do nothing to dispel your insecurities.

You vaguely hear her ask something like, “Any thoughts about the reading?” It’s not that you’re actually dumb. It’s just that this class is ridiculously hard for an introductory course, even for a graduate programme. From the start of the semester til now, fifteen people have dropped the class. There’s just twenty of you left. Guess a ridiculously hot TA can’t save a course’s drop-rate.

Before you can make your mind up on what to say, your professor moves on from her question.

As you look off to the side of the room for a break from your thoughts, you find a pair of blue-grey eyes pointed in your direction.

Everything about you, from the expression on your face to the way your muscles tense, makes you look like a deer caught in headlights–– even though he was the one caught staring in the first place. So maybe your shamelessness works on a scale.

Miya Osamu lifts one corner of his mouth.

And as if the exchange hadn’t happened at all, he looks back down at his laptop and continues typing.

The rest of the lecture goes through one ear and out the other.

“Everyone, I believe Osamu has something he wants to say,” Professor Lee says as everyone begins packing their bags.

The raven-haired TA slides out of his seat and sits on top of his desk. “Yeah.” Osamu clears his throat and crosses his arms over his chest. You notice how the muscles in his arms bulge from the movement.

“Whipped,” Isla mutters, grinning mischievously.

“Him for me,” you whisper back, though your eyes do travel back to his face where they should’ve been all along. Osamu catches your gaze and holds it. And then he looks away again.

“Now, I know you’re all Nobel prizewinners in the making,” he begins, garnering a round of snickers and giggles from your classmates. Most people say that cliques dissolve in college. That there’s no such thing as popularity amongst graduate students. That much, you agree with. But no one ever said anything about popular teacher’s assistants. Especially smart, attractive, witty teacher’s assistants like Miya Osamu. “But in case you didn’t understand the reading or would like to develop a deeper understanding of it, don’t hesitate to email me. I’ll try to host a review session all of us can attend.”

Professor Lee smiles appreciatively at Osamu, adding, “That’s a wonderful idea, Osamu. Guys, please take this opportunity if you struggled with the reading. I know eighty pages is a lot, but our next three classes are structured around the concepts in the reading and the mid-term next week will almost exclusively be about it, too.”

Well, shit.

To: [email protected]

Hi Osamu,

I was wondering if I could get some help with the reading from last class. To be frank, I couldn’t make it past page 15 and I’m lost like a snot-faced five-year-old in a shopping mall on Black Friday. Sorry. Thanks in advance!

Regretfully,

Y/N

MS Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

From: [email protected]

no problem. is 5 pm tomorrow at jack’s okay? we start on the concepts from the reading next class so i want to get you up to speed asap. let me know. thanks.

PhD Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

It’s five minutes to five when you pull into the parking lot of Jack’s Diner. The shiny, retrofuturistic eatery is a university favourite but the empty parking lot tells you it’s completely deserted right now (and rightfully so–– who eats dinner before six?). The black BMW parked a few spots from your car, however, says that you’re not alone.

Osamu’s figure comes into view as you reach for the handle to the front door of Jack’s. The twenty-six-year-old sits by himself at one of the bright red tables in the back, typing away on his dark grey laptop.

His head lifts up at the sound of the opening door. Osamu calls out your name and waves you over.

“Hi,” you greet with a smile, sitting down across from him.

“Hey.”

You look around before leaning forward on the table. “Is anyone else coming?”

“No.” Osamu sits back in his seat. “I thought about hosting one big group, but then I realised that it’d probably be stressful for the staff here.” He nods his head in the direction of the kitchen. “And I had a hunch that everyone would have different questions. Forcing everyone to review concepts they already know is a waste of time.”

At first, you nod. That makes sense. But then you furrow your brows. “So how long have you been here?”

Osamu blinks. He hadn’t expected you to ask about him. “Hmm? Oh.” He taps his phone to check the time. “Just a while.”

Quirking a brow, you ask, “And how long is ‘a while’ to you?”

“Seven hours,” he admits, chuckling lightly when he sees your jaw drop. “A lot of people had questions. They just don’t act like they do. Anyway, time flies. Really, it does.” Quickly, he clears his throat and sits forward. “So, about your email.” He grins. “Not sure if you meant it to be funny, but it was.”

“I’m glad my distress was entertaining for you. Do you TA just to watch grad students suffer?”

“Perks of the job,” Osamu says. His grin widens when you giggle. He’s never heard you laugh before and he realises at that moment that it’s really nice. And then that same grin falters. Gracefully, of course, and imperceptibly to you. But not to him. Is it okay for him to be… thinking things like that? About a student? But you’re not really his student since he’s just the TA. Right? Osamu ignores the weird feeling that comes over him and clasps his hands together at the edge of his laptop. “Back to your email. Can ya tell me what you’re confused about?”

Three hours and two Impossible Burgers later, you suddenly understand everything about food molecules so well that you wonder why you’d even been confused in the first place. But besides that, you’ve also picked up things about Osamu. As a person and not an idea. Not that you’d been actively searching for fun facts about your TA. But they’d stuck to your brain like gum at the bottom of a desk. He likes to slip sarcastic quips into a conversation every now and then. Eats burgers upside down (“The right way,” as he’d said, smirking). Is friendlier than he looks.

“You’re really good at explaining things,” you comment as Osamu shuts his laptop closed.

“Well, I kinda have to be,” he says. And maybe it’s the mental fatigue catching up on him or the fact that he’s real fond of the reason why he can break big concepts down into morsels but suddenly, the rest of his thoughts spill out his mouth like wine. “I have a twin brother with potato salad for brains.”

“Oh?”

And before he can stop himself, he tells you about Miya Atsumu, the pro-athlete you’ve definitely heard of but never gave too much thought. And then you hold onto the fact that they were both on the volleyball team and you ask of which school, so then he tells you about Inarizaki, the high school he attended, and then his decision not to go pro to go to college, and then––

“Sorry,” he laughs, cheeks turning pink. “You probably didn’t need to hear all that.”

“No, it’s fine,” you say–– and you mean it. “Your life is interesting.”

Osamu leans back in his chair. “Well, I’m sure yours is, too.” He holds your gaze like it’s the key to your presence. It’s an invitation. The kind that comes from people who don’t really know if they want you around but also don’t want you gone.

You take it.

Osamu shouldn’t–– he really shouldn’t–– but he wonders about the things you didn’t tell him the entire drive home.

Isla laughs when you tell her about what happened at Jack’s. You lay in bed with your phone next to you on speaker, your face turned on your pillow so that you’re staring out the window at the city below.

“He wants you,” she sings.

“Or he was just being nice.”

“Methinks not!” Isla giggles. “He’s intrigued, girl! You’re like that cute little new mystery in his life and he just wants to get to know you.”

“I think he was just being polite.”

“Or he’s crushing on you!”

“In your dreams.”

“You mean yours? Boo, you’re no fun today. Usually, you go along with the jokes.” Isla’s tone is playful on the surface but full of implications.

A few silent seconds pass. Yeah, you think, agreeing. I do.

“Girl,” Isla drags out the word in a high pitch, saying it like a scientist says ‘eureka’. “You’re not playing along anymore because it’s real now. You're actually catching feelings!”

“Am not!” you laugh.

“The Y/N I knew would’ve said ‘nah, bitch, he’s catching feelings’ and I think that says all there is to say.”

“Okay, I think he’s cute but it’s not a crush,” you concede, grinning. “And he’s the TA, Isles. It’d never happen.”

“Not while he’s still a TA in a class you take.”

“Isla.”

“Ask him out once this semester ends! Unless you’re chicken.”

“I’m not asking him out.”

“Knew you were––”

“Have you seen me? He’s asking me out.”

Miya Osamu walks through the door at eight-fifty as usual that next morning, dressed in his usual button-up, holding his usual cup of coffee. But this time, as the rest of his tall frame passes through the doorway, Osamu’s eyes subtly scan the faces in the lecture hall, lingering for just a while over yours. The corners of your lips turn up. You hope he saw that.

“Bitch!” Isla whisper-screams. The students sitting around you turn around at the noise and grin at each other when they realise it’s just Isla being… well, Isla. She shoos them away jokingly.

“What?” you whisper back.

“Care to explain why our TA was literally eye-fucking you?”

“That was hardly eye-fucking,” you retort. “Maybe like an eye-handshake.”

“Yeah, a naked eye-handshake where his thang is handshaking your––”

He does it again the next class.

And the next.

And then he doesn’t. Miya Osamu walks through the door to Food Chemistry I at eight-fifty in the morning in a navy blue button-up with a cup of coffee in his hand and looks through the rows of seats in the lecture hall for your face, only to find it missing.

He debates pressing the matter.

To: [email protected]

hey osamu,

i wasn’t in class today because i’ve been sick with the flu (no big deal, just feel like i’m dying). a classmate sent me pictures of the slides from today so i think i should be fine, but is it okay if i email you with any questions? thank you very much!

miserably,

Y/N

MS Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

From: [email protected]

y/n,

of course. sorry to hear that you’re sick. let me know if i can do anything to help you. the midterm is next week. get well soon.

PhD Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

“You writing that the midterm is next week did not offer me any peace of mind, by the way,” you say, spinning around in your chair as Miya Osamu enters your pod in the library.

He offers you a wry grin. “Hello to ya, too.”

“Was that an accent?” You thought you’d heard one at Jack’s, but you couldn’t be sure because it’d been so spotty.

Osamu slips into the seat beside yours and pulls out the laptop in his messenger bag. You catch a whiff of his cologne–– something spicy and woody, but clean. It suits him. “Nice catch. Yeah, I speak a regional dialect. Took me a while to smooth it over but it still resurfaces every now and then.”

“Why?”

“It just didn’t seem fitting for a PhD candidate, I guess,” Osamu explains, opening the slides from the class you missed. A day after your initial exchange, you’d emailed him again (with a much clearer mind) and asked if he could go over the slides with you in person.

i literally feel like i’ve been given the homework from russian lit, you’d written. except the russian has been translated to hieroglyphs and my task is to choreograph an interpretive dance based on the hieroglyphs.

Osamu had snickered when he saw your email. that doesn’t even make sense. must be the fever talking, he’d been tempted to write. But that strange feeling had come over him again, the one that’d screamed at him to keep it professional, goddamnit, so he’d played it safe instead and sent is eight pm at the main library okay? He hates that you’re getting a watered-down version of his personality. Osamu swears he’s a lot more interesting when he’s not, well, a TA.

“I think it’s fine,” you say, smiling. “I like it. It’s you.” And suddenly, you’re wondering if it’s okay to be complimenting your TA. If it’s okay to say that you like things about him, or if that crosses some grey, unclear line. Is it weird to treat your TAs like they’re your friends? It’s not like TAs are real teachers. Right?

A grin–– wide and genuine and almost excited–– grows on Osamu’s face. He rubs the back of his neck as his eyes flit over to the laptop screen. “Thanks. Really.”

You nod. But you feel like there’s more that he might want to say, so you wait.

“I got a lot of shit for it when I came here for my master’s, y’know. Not to my face, of course, but people would refer to me as ‘the guy with the accent’. A professor once said it made me seem crass. Said it’d hold me back in my career.”

“So you changed.”

“Adapted,” Osamu corrects. “It’s hard to admit but conforming is sometimes all you can do when you don’t have the power to change the system. Can’t really make everyone suddenly respect a dialect.”

“And after you’re finished with your PhD, you’ll go back to speaking in that dialect?”

Osamu looks out the window and smiles, probably imagining the plans he’s already made about the future. “Yeah.”

“What if you have to speak the standard language at your job? Like, your boss is all, ‘hey man, if you don’t speak––”’

“I’ll be the boss.”

“Oh?”

And with a little more prodding, Miya Osamu tells you about the restaurant chain he plans on opening after graduation, the slides about food additives left completely untouched.

The librarian knocks on your pod a few minutes before eleven to tell you they’re closing.

“Shit,” Osamu murmurs, running his hands through his hair. You’re still laughing about something he’d said before the librarian interrupted him–– one of his stories from high school–– and he thinks that you’ve completely forgotten that the reason you came to the library was to catch up on the material you were already behind on. And now you’re behind on that. But you look so carefree right now and, actually, you’re very pretty and you’ve got such a good heart and it’s a lot for him to process but he knows he just wants to see you happy a while longer. So Osamu just slumps back in his chair and laughs along with you.

He says your name as his chuckles grow softer. “It’s pretty late. How’re you getting home?”

“I’ve a bike,” you reply. It’s good for the environment and is a pretty solid form of exercise if you do say so yourself. Sometimes you just don’t feel like driving.

Osamu presses his lips in a thin line. Would it be too much to offer you a ride? “I can drive you home. It’s really not safe for you to be alone outside, especially near midnight. You can get your bike tomorrow. Or I’ll get it for you.”

He drives fast. Not the unsafe fast that speed demons drive at, but the kind of fast where you know he’s got some edge to his character. You bring it up to him–– especially since it’s nighttime, for god’s sake, he could hit something–– and all he does is remind you how there are lamps as bright as the sun lining the entire road to your dorm. And the fact that you live in the least accessible dorm on campus.

“A twenty-minute drive?” he’d exclaimed when he saw the GPS monitor.

“A bunch of roads are closed for construction. It’s a ten-minute bike-ride because I can cut through campus.” And suddenly feeling a little burdensome, you’d added, “Sorry. I can still bike––”

“No.” He’d held his hand out in front of you, gesturing for you to stay in the passenger’s seat. “It’s not a bother at all.” Because it wasn’t. Osamu was… happy. Not that he’d admit that.

“So this BMW,” you start in a teasing tone.

Osamu smirks. “A gift.”

“Can I guess from who?”

“Sure.”

“Atsumu.”

His brows rise. “Colour me impressed.” He hadn’t expected you to remember anything he’d said about Atsumu. Or maybe he had but told himself otherwise to lower his hopes.

“I’m smart like that.”

He snorts. “Not if you keep distracting me and using your review time to…” hang out with me, get to know me, tell me things about you… “…goof off.”

You grimace. “Yeah. Sorry about that.”

Osamu makes a turn down a familiar street. It dawns upon you that you're ten minutes away from your dorm and suddenly you wish he’d just make the wrong turn at the next intersection so that you could talk to him some more. It can even be about the health benefits of fish or the molecular makeup of kale–– you don’t mind. You just want to be around him longer.

“I think you’re really smart,” Osamu says quietly. “I think you’re not processing the readings because you’re distracted, or just not fully applying yourself. Obviously, last class’s slides are a different thing, since you were absent. But you really are smart. I’ve seen your papers.”

You bite your lip to hide your grin, feeling heat rush to your cheeks. “Thank you.” You look out the window, too jacked on dopamine to think straight. “I think I still need you, though.”

And that innocuous little sentence floats right out your mouth into the air, settling between you like a little wedge before either of you even realise it. Neither of you says anything. You marinate in the awkwardness before stuttering out a clarification. “To, um, to explain things. Y’know, since you’re, uh, so good at… explaining things.”

Osamu clears his throat and chuckles stiffly. There’s a slightly pink tinge to his cheeks. “Thanks,” he says, looking straight ahead. He can’t even look at you. Fuck. It’s so awkward. “I’ll try to keep… explaining things.” Fuck. What does that even mean?

A few uncomfortable minutes pass in silence. The night can’t end like this, you think. It can’t when everything else had gone so well. You still have to see him for a few more months. “Did you know,” you start, catching Osamu’s attention, “that Jack’s Diner has a location in Italy?”

“Oh?” he asks, making the final turn to the street where your dorm is. He actually hadn’t.

“Yeah. I asked the owner about the chain a while back. Have you ever been to Italy?”

Osamu shakes his head. “I’ve been to Paris, though. To see a friend. He’s a chocolatier.”

Now, if Osamu had been your friend, you would’ve said something like well, let’s go to Italy together, except he’s not. He’s your TA and you’ve been reminded that enough tonight. So instead, you say, “When you open that restaurant of yours in Italy, let me know.”

“That’s gonna take a while,” he laughs. He appreciates how you said ‘when’, though. And he tucks that little bit of confidence you have in him somewhere deep in his mind so that it doesn’t get lost.

“Isn’t that just seven hours?” you shrug, grinning. Osamu’s BMW pulls up outside your dorm and parks as he marvels at what you just said. You’re amazing. You unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to face your driver.

“Thank you for driving me,” you say, offering him a smile.

“Yeah,” he replies.

You stretch out your hand. With a puzzled look on his face, Osamu grabs it and shakes it. Firmly. You can’t help but notice how nice his hands are. Calloused for sure, but they feel nice.

“Goodnight, Osamu.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

He watches you jog into the building before driving away. And it’s like you’ve possessed his car or something because the smell of your shampoo and perfume is everywhere and it’s too much but it’s also not enough at the same time and he can feel your palm against his as he spins the steering wheel to make a turn and for the first time in his life he doesn’t turn on the radio to fill the silence in his car. Osamu replays everything you said in his head.

But he especially thinks about that part where you said you need him.

Weeks melt into months. You turn in essays after essays for Food Chemistry I, each coming back with detailed commentary in an all-too-familiar blue scrawl. All your other classes go well–– extremely well, actually. You might just end the semester with a 4.0 if Food Chem doesn’t fuck you over. Isla still tags you in memes on Instagram. You still tell her about everything that happens with Osamu.

Speaking of.

“That’s the wrong equation,” he says behind your ear as he settles in the seat beside you. The sound of his low voice so close to your ear sends a small shiver down your spine. “You gotta switch the hydrogens.” Osamu knocks on your skull lightly. “What’s goin’ on up in there? Ya got somethin’ on your mind?”

You laugh and elbow him in the side. “Shut up, ‘Samu.” He’d told you during one of his office hours that he’d gone by that nickname because he had a teammate with a foreign name in high school. It sounded so cool, he’d said, grinning.

I think Osamu sounds pretty cool already, you’d teased.

And he’d replied, Let’s trade. I like yours, you like mine, why not share?

You teeter on the line between friends and less-than-friends and, oddly enough, more-than-friends. Sometimes you still play it safe. Sometimes he pauses between texts and real-time conversations, no doubt to scrap an instinctive reply for something more “professional”. Sometimes you say things that make him look at you with the ghost of a smile at the corners of his lips. Sometimes he calls Atsumu to scream about you.

“S’not a no,” Osamu points out. He’s dressed in a black sweater and grey trousers today. You’re suddenly reminded of how the weather’s been getting colder when someone opens the door to the university café and lets in a gust of chilly autumn air.

“Okay,” you admit, setting down the pencil. “I just… don’t really feel prepared for this next test.”

Osamu frowns and looks down at your worksheet. “Your process is correct, though.”

“Right, but… I don’t know. I’ve just not been feeling great about myself lately,” you laugh, looking down at your feet. “Food Chem’s the toughest class I’ve ever taken. And remember how I completely embarrassed myself in that class discussion last week? It’s not really making me feel like I belong here.”

“Imposter syndrome,” Osamu remarks.

“Correct-o.”

He says your name softly and puts a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Maybe you’re not the smartest, but you’re definitely smart. And you belong here. I’ve seen your papers. They’re just as great as anyone else’s and I don’t hand out compliments for nothin’. You’re gonna do some great things but ya can’t improve if you ever give up.” Osamu searches your eyes for a sign of your understanding.

There’re a lot of things you want to say but you don’t know how to put them into words. “Can I hug you?” you finally ask.

Osamu doesn’t even think about it. “Of course.”

He feels you smile against his chest and wonders if you can feel his heart beat faster.

Isla camps out in your dorm as finals come around the corner.

“I don’t understand shit!” she wails, throwing her notebook into the air.

“Isles, it’s okay,” you laugh, slipping out of your chair and walking over to her nest in the corner. “You gotta chill, dude.”

“Not fair! I didn’t have a hunk holding my hand through this course all semester,” she retorts, humour glittering in her dark eyes. “I had the Organic Chemistry Tutor and his accent’s cute enough but, girl, you had Miya Fucking Osamu!”

“You’re literally the worst.” You giggle and sit down beside her. “Tell me what you’re confused about. I’ll try to explain it to you.” The way Osamu does.

You text him that you’d channelled his brains later that night.

His reply comes seconds later. all you, einstein.

From: osamu

good luck on the exam

you’re going to kill it

To: osamu

would u like to divulge any… information about it? 😏 😏 😏

From: osamu

bye

To: osamu

i was kidding :(

From: osamu

fine. tip #1: write your name

To: osamu

not very helpful. 0/10

From: osamu

keep running your mouth and 0/10 is what your score’s going to be

i’m kidding

you got this, y/n

“Holy fuck,” Isla groans as you cross the street to head to lunch at Jack’s. “If you don’t see me next semester it’s because I’ve gotten my grade back and decided to drop out.”

“What would you do?” you ask, amused.

“Maybe move to New Zealand. Raise some sheep. Marry a hot, blond shepherd and fuck off to a cliffside cottage.”

“Solid plan.”

“What about you?” she asks.

“What about me?”

“Remember that conversation we had at the start of the year? About your man?” The two of you reach another red light for pedestrians.

“We’re friends. He’s not my man,” you laugh. Though it pains you to. Something about being Miya Osamu’s friend doesn’t really sit right with you, but you don’t know how to not be his friend. You don’t know how to move out of the corner you’ve backed yourself into.

“But you wish he were! And now you can finally hit him with that ‘Hey, Osamu, I’ve been madly in love with you since the start of the semester, wanna fuck like rabbits and then open that store in Italy?’ and he’ll be all––”

A throat clears behind you. With wide eyes, the two of you turn around.

Holy fuck.

Miya Osamu stands behind you with his hands in his pockets and an enormous smirk on his face.

“He’ll be all what?” he asks, eyes fixed on you.

Isla murmurs an excuse and starts walking on her own to Jack’s.

“Um.” You swallow nervously and shrink in your coat. “You heard all of that, right?”

“Yep.” Osamu grins. He grins. He’s grinning. He’s smiling like he’s won the fucking lottery and you honestly don’t know what to do with that information.

“So, like,” you look down at the sidewalk and kick at a pebble, “what are your thoughts about that?” God, you could die. “‘Cause I know you’re a TA and it’d probably look pretty bad and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you because I like you and it’s cool if we just…”

Osamu interrupts you with a laugh. “My thoughts,” he says, “are that I want to kiss you.” His fingers lift your chin up. “What are your thoughts about that?”

Well, shit. “I think that’s pretty cool, yeah,” you breathe, eyelids fluttering shut as his face comes closer to yours.

He tastes like mint. And his lips move softly, slowly against yours like he’s savouring the moment. And then you feel his hands snake around your waist to pull you closer–– closer because you both are tired of forcing the distance between bodies that want to be near each other, closer because he’s thought about kissing you just like this for so long, closer because you remember the last time he’d touched you was three days ago and it was just a brush of his fingers against your arm and that feeling of wanting more haunted you for the entire night. But holy shit, Miya Osamu is kissing you. He’s kissing you.

And then he pulls away. His dark eyes flit over yours. “I,” he breathes, “I need your course load next semester.”

“What?” you ask, disbelief written all over your features, chest rising and falling as you try to steady your breathing. You just kissed, for God's sake, and he's––

“I need to know which courses not to apply to TA for,” he grins, cupping your face in his hands. “Can’t be teachin’ in a class with my girlfriend as a student.”

“So we’re official?” you ask, beaming.

“If you want,” Osamu replies with a smirk.

You grab the front of his coat and tug him down for another kiss. “Hell yeah, I want to be official.”

#miya osamu #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu scenarios #miya osamu imagines

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jtargaryen18 · 3 years

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60 Days of Chris ~ June 13 - August 11, 2021

Let’s do it again. Last year this challenge was a lot of fun (honestly, I still haven’t recovered from it) and the reads that came from it made my greedy little heart happy. 💕

Me and my astrological twin have a birthday on June 13th. 👆👆👆

So a challenge for the summer. No prompts, no signups, no muss, no fuss.

When: June 13th thru August 11th

What: Fics about Chris himself or any character he’s played. He has to be the center of the fic. POV is your choice.

Must be a minimum of 500 words. No max.

They can’t be part of an existing series or previously published.

They can’t be subbed to another challenge too.

You don’t have to follow me but tag me because I’m sharing every single one

Must include the tag #60DaysofChris

Can be dark, fluffy, angsty, or any other type of story you want to write

Can be reader insert or original characters

Interracial, LGBTQ+ and polyamorous stories are welcome and encouraged

Dark fics are welcome. As long as they comply with the other stuff below

Posting: I’ll be posting these every day of the challenge as I get to them and as time permits.

Other stuff: Just a couple more notes.

You must be 18 to participate. No exceptions.

I reserve the right to not reblog any post.

No sexual situations with minors, no bodily functions, and no snuff. Non-con and dub-con must fall into within the bounds of commonly posted dark fics.

You can do just one or as many as you want to do.

Questions are welcome.

Thank you!

THE STORIES

Some stories may contain graphic language, sexual content, violence, and more. Please read the warnings, if any, on each fic. You’re responsible for your own reading.

America’s Ass @myoxisbroken (Steve Rogers x Reader) Part 2

Carry Me Through @navybrat817 (Stever Rogers x Reader)

Cat Daddy @chris-evans-indian-fanfic (Chris Evans x Reader)

The Heartbreak Kid @autumnrose40 (Paul Diskant x Reader)

Incrimine @onlyjamesbarnes (Dark Andy Barber x Reader)

Love’s Blind Eye @dreamlessinparis (Ransom Drysdale x Reader)

Odd Romance @captainapple (Jake Jensen x Reader)

Oh, Baby! @specialk-18 (Chris Evans x Black Reader)

The Wages of Sin @rivkele (Dark Steve Rogers x Reader)

Want you to Stay @shieldedreams (Frank Adler x Reader)

#60DaysofChris #Jtargaryen Summer Challenge #It's all about Chris Evans and his characters #Can't wait to see what you've got

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 3 years

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Once again I have read a hell of a lot this month and I'm blaming that on you lot being far too talented that I can't help myself!

Make sure you check out all these fabs stories and give them some love! ✨🥰

The tags last time were a bit iffy so I've organised this one by author instead!

* = series or multi-part fic

✨ @sagechanoafterdark

Hold me closer (Bucky x reader)

✨ @firefly-in-darkness

Life on hold (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Out of love (Sam Wilson x Reader)

✨ @jobean12-blog

After the show (Bucky x reader (Rockstar!Bucky AU)

Tag! You’re it (Bucky x reader)

Attached (Bucky x reader)

The view at the zoo (Bucky x reader)

All shook up (Bucky x Reader)

✨ @navybrat817

Best man (Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Female Reader)

Silver and grey (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Winter Soldier)

Hands to myself (Chris Beck x Female Reader)

*Visible mark (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers)

Don’t make a sound (Steve Rogers x female reader)

✨ @tuiccim

*The coupon book (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

*The Geneva convention bed and breakfast (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader x Frank Castle x Billy Russo)

✨ @lex-the-flex

*War of hearts (Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x reader)

White noise (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Milk and honey (Ikaris the Eternal x reader)

✨ @kalesrebellion

*Whispers of the past (Bucky Barnes x reader)

✨ @angrythingstarlight

Pierced through and through (TFAWS Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Cool you down, heat you up (Fireman!Bucky x Reader)

*Just one taste (Beefy Bucky x reader)

As long as I can breathe (Beefy!Bucky x Reader)

Trust me, honey (Mafia lawyer Andy x Reader)

✨ @honeysucklesteve

Stranded (dadsbestfriend!bucky x reader)

Sweet & salty (fuckboy!biker!bucky x reader)

Fade out (dark!serialkiller!bucky barnes x reader)

Golden boy (roommate!steve x reader)

When world’s collide (roommate!bucky x reader x mickey Henry)

Menage a trois (fuckboy!bucky x reader x professor!Steve)

Innocence (priest!bucky x reader)

✨ @world-of-aus

*Stark Hub - The captain, the soldier and their good girl (Pornstar!Bucky x Pornstar!Reader)

✨ @babyboibucky

*The match (CEO!Bucky x Reader)

✨ @barnessupremacy

107 (Soft Bucky x female reader)

✨ @buckycuddlebuddy

Pour some sugar on me (rockstar!bucky barnes x virgin!reader)

*Trilogy (fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader)

✨ @sweeterthanthis

*Something old, something new (Stepdad!Bucky x 18+!Female Reader)

Bad habits (Lee Bodecker x F!Reader)

Rendezvous (Stepdad!Bucky x 18+F!Reader)

✨ @wkemeup

*Play pretend (bucky x reader)

✨ @river-soul

The wedding date (Bucky x reader)

Peaches and cream (Bucky x Reader)

A tender heart (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader)

✨ @blackvelvetbarnes

Blackbird’s lullaby (Bucky Barnes x reader)

✨ @holacia2

My voice (Bucky Barnes x reader)

*Friends (Ransom Drysdale x reader)

✨ @bemine-bucky

Already gone (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

✨ @vampy-doll

*Bride of Soldat (Bucky Barnes x reader)

✨ @msmarvelwrites

Eat it up (Bucky x Reader)

✨ @syntheticavenger

*Time to run (Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Female Reader)

Good girl (Trucker! Steve Rogers x Female Reader)

Some assembly acquired (Steve Rogers x reader)

*Moment’s silence (Dark! Andy Barber x Female Reader & Frank Adler x Female Reader)

Birthday girl (Andy Barber x Female Reader)

✨ @sweetlyscared

Seed (Dark!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader)

Underwater (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader)

You found me (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)

✨ @belladonnabarnes

Puttin roots in my dreamland (Steve Rogers x reader)

✨ @jurassicbarnes

Recording (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Yes, Mrs Barber (Andy Barber x Reader)

✨ @americasass81

Did you think I wouldn’t find you (Steve Rogers x reader)

✨ @marvelmaree

Indifference (Gray!Sam Wilson x Black Reader)

Late nights (Gray!Sam Wilson x Black Reader x Gray!Bucky Barnes)

✨ @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

*Life after snowpiercer (Curtis Everett x You)

*Owned sinfully sweet (Mob!Steve x You x Mob!Bucky)

✨ @autumnrose40

A little gift (Curtis Everett/Female Reader)

✨ @diorcevans

One night stand (andy barber x fem!reader)

✨ @infernal-fire

Love, at first sight (Ransom x you)

✨ @stargazingfangirl18

Caught (Ransom Drysdale x Reader)

Duress (Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader; Andy Barber x Fem!Reader)

✨ @wanderinglunarnights

For real (Ari Levinson x you/female reader)

✨ @fineanddandy

Let’s be roomies / Baby girl (Ari Levinson x black!reader)

✨ @chrissquares

Together (Steve Rogers x f!Reader x Bucky Barnes)

✨ @the-iceni-bitch

Accidents happen (Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader)

✨ @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Habeas copulateus (Andy Barber x wife!(female)reader)

✨ @lokiscollar

All silver & gold (Sugar Daddy!Bucky x Reader)

#im so sorry if ive missed anything #but the last few days have been hectic #as always i adore you all #fic rec #fic recommendation #may fic rec #bucky barnes #steve rogers #ari levinson #lee bodecker #ransom drysdale #andy barber #sam wilson #curtis everett #chris beck

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afriendlyblackhottie · 3 years

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Tease

Summary: Frank’s at work and you send him a pic.

Pairings: Car Mechanic!Frank Adler x Black!Reader

Warnings: 18 + only, smut, swearing, Daddy kink, doggy style, missionary, fingering, spanking, slight degradation

(A/N: I know right. Another Frank story. Who would have thought. What can I say I love boat daddy even though he’s car mechanic daddy in this because I couldn’t not include a meet cute. Follow, like, reblog always 💜 ✌🏾)

Tagging: @titty-teetee @zaddychris @queenoftheworldisdead @olyvoyl @liquorlaughslove @mariahthelioness29 @donutloverxo @little-baby-vixen @mochamaniacbabe @whiskey-cokenfanfic @brattycherubwrites @iam-laiya @love-more122 @doloreshazes (it wouldn’t let me tag you)——————————————————————————-

Look what finally came in the mail

You’d sent the picture of yourself in the lingerie that had finally arrived about twenty minutes ago with no respond. Granted your boyfriend was hard at work so you weren’t expecting him to drop everything. He probably wasn’t even looking at his phone right now.

You didn’t have to pick Mary up from school for a few more hours. So you put his shirt on over your new purchase and went back to organizing the cabinets because between Mary and Frank, things could get a little chaotic and you liked everything nice and tidy.

When you first met Frank you were kind of hypnotized by his face. His sly smile and rough around the edges look. You’d needed to take your car into the shop and there he was looking fine as fuck. You remember texting your friends that your mechanic was hot as fuck and that you thought you were in love. Luckily he felt the same way because he’d slipped you his number.

You’d been smitten by the uncle and niece duo ever since then. Had been welcomed with open arms into their little family like you’d always been there.

As you were finishing up, the slam of the door caught you off guard. Your eyes shot up as your handsome boyfriend came through the door. “Frank, wha-“ but you didn’t even get the chance to finish your sentence as he smashed his lips to yours.

His lips always felt so good against yours. Then the way he started pawing at your ass. You let out a moan because he barely had to touch you and it felt like you were ready to fall apart.

He turned you around in his arms putting his face lips next to your ear as he walked with your ass against his crotch. “Baby, you know you can’t send Daddy shit like that while he’s working. How do you expect me to concentrate.”

He started to feel all up on your tits, squeezing them and then kissing along your shoulder. “I just wanted to show you my new underwear,” you replied all innocently.

“Oh yeah?” He said. “Then show me.” He started to lift up the shirt that was covering your body.

You giggled trying to push his hand away, but all he did was hold you still as he started to pushed his fingers into your panties. “Daddy,” you gasped.

“That’s it, Baby,” he whispered, into your ear as he started to rub your clit that was already starting to get slick with wetness. “That’s my girl.”

You lolled your head back, putting the back of your head on his shoulder as he rubbed you. You moved your ass against his dick needing the friction to help the ache that had started to form in your lower stomach.

“What have I told you about being a fucking tease?” He asked.

“That if I tease Daddy there’ll be consequences,” you replied shuddering as he pushed to fingers into you.

“That’s right, Baby, so what consequence should Daddy give you?”

You moaned because while one hand fondled your tits the other one was violating your cunt in preparation for his thick dick that was sure to stretch you out. It’s not like you hadn’t taken him over and over again and yet every time he fucked you, it felt like the first time.

You didn’t say anything back. To lost in the way he was touching you. Wanting more from him. This made him move his hand from your boobs to your neck. “Answer me, Baby,” he said, into your ear. “You know when I ask you a question, you’re supposed to answer me.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you whimpered.

He finished walking so that you were now in front of your bed. Pushing you down onto so you were leaning on your hands against the mattress. Your ass sticking up in the air.

“Count,” he instructed which made it safe to assume what Frank was going to do to you.

The first smack to your ass made you jump. The stinging pain of your boyfriend’s hand shot through your body. The tingles going straight to your pussy.

“One,” you breathed which was quickly followed by, “two.”

By the time he’d reached ten, he went back to putting his fingers in your panties before yanking the fabric down your legs. “That’s my girl,” he said. “You always take your punishment so well.”

“Cuz I wanna be a good girl for you, Daddy,” you said then bit your lip as his fingers started going to your cunt. Once again stuffing them in there.

“I know, Baby,” he said pulling you back up to him by fisting a hand into your hair not even giving a shit if he messed it up. Your wetness making a mess on his pants now. “You are a good girl. I just have to spank your ass sometimes when you’re being a tease.”

You shuddered as he started to grind you against him as he finally took off his shirt. There was something about the friction of him rubbing his still clothed cock into you that was driving you wild.

“Daddy,” you moaned.

“See it’s not fun being teased. Is it, Baby?” He bent you over the bed so your ass was in the air again and kept grinding into you.

“Fuck, yes.” You laughed.

Frank chuckled before smacking your butt again then pushing his fingers into your dripping wet pussy. “Glad you think so.”

You tilted your head back as you let out a mewl. Between all the teasing and the touching, your orgasm was right there. You pushed back against his hand as he started to undo his pants with the other.

He hurried to push them down before slamming into you with no warning. You gasped raising up as he started to fuck into you only for him to shove you back down. “You can take it, Baby. Remember you’re a slut for Daddy’s cock,” he said, grabbing your t-shirt so he could used it to pull you back onto him.

He rolled his hips as he started to fuck into you. Smacking your ass once again as he went in so deep.

“See you’re doing so good taking my dick,” he hissed.

You put your face into the bed as you moaned, tears threatening to stream down your face because it just felt too damn good. “Daddy!”

“That’s it, Baby,” he groaned because as good as you were feeling from the way he was fucking into you, he was reeling at the how tight and wet you were. How you always tightened around him like you were clinging. Almost afraid that he wouldn’t keep going. “That’s a good whore.”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m your good whore.” You were pretty much sobbing at this point. It wasn’t even that he was fucking you extra hard or pounding your pussy, but the way he was grabbing onto you to shove you down and stretching you out was almost too much.

He slowed his movements a little then started easing in and out of you. “Goddamn, Baby, your pussy is creaming all over my dick.”

“I can’t help it when you fuck be lik this,” you cried starting to move back against him because you desperately needed to cum and he was moving to slow now.

“Good girl fucking yourself on my cock.” He stood still as he watched your ass bounce as you backed onto him.

“Please, Daddy, I need to cum.”

He started again, one hand on your hips the other fisting your shirt. If his girl wanted him to make her cum, he’d make you cum.

“Yeah you wanna cum for me?” He reached under you to start rubbing your clit.

Then he stopped, pulling out of you. “Hey,” you protested, but he picked you up to turn you over. His facial hair scratching your face as he kissed you before laying you back down to enter you again.

He didn’t stop as his tongue started to explore your mouth. Pushing against yours has he kissed you deeply. His hips didn’t stop moving. You scratched at his back, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Daddy!” You screamed, putting your head back against the bed. He put his lips on your neck still needing to taste you somehow. Kissing and nipping and bringing you closer and closer until you finally let go, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came so hard you thought you might actually turn inside out.

“Fuck, Baby,” he moaned himself, his own orgasm quickly catching up to him soon after making him fuck his cum into you

He laid with his head on your shoulder as the two of you came down from your highs. Your breathing still labored. “Did you really leave work so you could fuck me?” You laughed.

“Well, look, you shouldn’t have been sending me naughty pictures.”

“What’d you tell your manager?” You asked him, as he flipped over, taking you with him so you could cuddle.

“That you were throwing up and needed me to pick up Mary from school,” he replied with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes. “Just throw me under the bus why don’t you?”

He laughed. “Would it make you feel better if I did actually pick her up from school?” He asked.

“It’s gonna take a lot more than that to earn my forgiveness.”

“Would more orgasms help?” He asked before pecking your lips.

“Well, it’s a good start.”

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two beautiful girls

someone asked for me to try dad!tom again so here's my humble attempt, I really really hope it doesn't disappoint but honestly I didn’t spend a lot of time on it before my brain turned to mush :) hope everyones okay... today seems to have felt particularly shitty for no real reason, but sending lots o love <3

dad!tomholland x reader

Summary: dealing with your daughter while tom’s away is tricky to say the least, but its all worth it when the three of u are reunited again // fluff (and maybe angst if u squint rlly hard)

(I can’t work out where this pic is from to credit but pls lmk if it’s yours/ u know)

Normally, hearing the door turn in the lock of your front door was one of the best sensations in the world. No matter how long Tom had been away for you would always be filled with such a sense of relief and warmth just by knowing he was there. Sometimes it’d be after he left only a couple of hours previous for a two hour meeting; or after a quick long weekend in New York for an event; ranging to a two and half month block of shooting across the globe. Especially since little Nova was born, your longing for Tom was only quadrupled because you also had a complete ‘daddy’s girl’ pining after him too.

Tom had only been away for a couple of nights, yet your 18 month daughter seemed to think she’d been abandoned for months on end. She had slept for less than 6 hours each day and as much as you tried to appeal to her wise and intellectual side (which didnt really exist - she was only 18 months) that sleep would pass the time till his return ; she was having absolutely none of it. Nova kept you up for hours and hours, screaming, screeching and wailing because you weren’t as ‘funny’ as daddy or as soft as her daddy. And what does a sleep deprived baby lead to…? A grumpy baby. She refused to eat which was so awful because then you felt as if you were neglected your child.

It just made you feel a bit of a failure, to be quite frank. The house was a mess - you’d tried almost every toy to cheer her up, which Nova had actually found great joy in launching back at your face in spite. You were a mess too - at one point, who knows when, you had tied your hair back but now flyaways were everywhere as it pulled itself out of the grasp of the too-loose scrunchie. Oh and then there was the babyfood Nova had kindly spat all over your shirt.

It had been a really fun three days.

It was therefore counter intuitive, the fact that Tom’s homecoming only filled you with dread. But you didnt want him to think your were a failure. You were supposed to be Novas mum after all, why must things be so hard when they’re supposed to be all natural and easy? She hadn’t even reached the terrible twos phase yet - that seemed like a far off hellish nightmare you were trying to avoid thinking of. Of course, you loved loved loved Nova - she was already growing up so fast that it actually hurt your heart a little, to think of how much in even a week she’d grown.

But it was still fair to say she’d been a little devil this week.

This evening you had finally managed to tempt her to sit in the high chair, she’d had about two mouthfuls when you heard Tom entering. Thats exactly what you needed, Tom to get her all over excited so she wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t go down and wouldn’t let you rest. In the madness of it all, you hadn’t managed to even attempt to clean up the sea of toys either so Tom would immediately have all your failings before his eyes. Just bloody great.

“Where are my two beautiful girls?”

Like clockwork, he’d always say it and Nova would always gurgle out a “dada” just as she did today. Though this time she kicked her legs in desperation, momentarily looking at you with the kindest eyes she’d given you the week. It was only because she wanted something, you knew that, yet you still gave in. With a sigh you stood up and unclipped her from the high chair, even if this was the first time in a good few days she’d been happily eating her dinner. Or rather, had taken the single first bite.

She had something to show her Dad though. When he’d left she still didnt have certain skills, capabilities that only now she had learnt. Nova was very proud of her knew ability to kick things - recently discovered when you were attempting to put her shoes on to go to the supermarket. Instead, after 5 attempts of her impressively booting them across the room you’d surrendered - Nova walked round the shops barefoot (probably a bit irresponsible on your part but desperation calls).

So now she giggled whilst hurtling through the room, as Tom rounded the corner in grey joggers and a black hoodie. You watched his eyes light up, whilst he knelt down at the door way to welcome your curly haired princess into his arms. With all her force, she barrelled into him , her little arms wrapping as far around his broad chest as she could. Immediately Tom reciprocated, pulling her up into his arms and swaying slightly side to side.

“Hey little one, I missed you!” He was positively grinning from ear to ear as he rose the two of them up , pressing a quick peck to her unruly locks.

Only then did he look up and survey the surrounding situation, you saw him track his eyes through the mess of toys on the floor, over the counter top piled high with dishes you hadn’t got round to doing and the bin that was overflowing because you just had kept putting off taking it out. It was so embarrassing that you daren’t to even look at him, instead focusing completely on mixing the now lukewarm mush you’d made for Nova round the bowl. Tom slowly picked his way through the hazardous floor, inspecting you closely. It honestly made him feel a pang of guilt, the way you looked beyond exhausted and run down - the dark shadows under your eyes only testament to that.

“Hey darling.” He spoke softly, keeping Nova pressed to his chest in one arm while the other went to rub your side. “You okay?” Not wanting to disappoint him, you momentarily collected yourself before looking up at him with the a small smile.

“Yeh I’m good. How was the flight?” You knew Tom already saw past your attempt of small talk, the was his eyebrows furrowed slightly being the tell. But before he could question you further Nova started wriggling round in his hold, making him arch back to look at her.

“Have you been a good girl for mummy little one?” Given your defeated look, Tom was pretty sure he already knew the answer - Nova chose instead of confirming either way to just wriggle some more as she shouted Dada.

“What you doing crazy?” He chuckled rhetorically, bending down to let her out of his hold, where she then dragged him across the room to the foam mini ball she had. With her still slightly uncoordinated gait, she focused her eyes completely on the ball, her tongue slightly poking out the left corner of her mouth. Then with a forceful yelp she smashed the ball upwards and across the room, flying into a closed cupboard door before bouncing down to the floor. Expectantly Nova’s hazel eyes immediately then searched for her Dad’s - a massive smirk on her face.

“NO WAY NOVA!!!” He shrieked, running and scooping her up once again, this time spinning her round so her legs flew out- her giggles enough to warm even the coldest heart of stone. “Your right foot is better than Manes!” He laughed, though neither girl in the room getting the football reference- Tom had long since given up hope of you getting invested in football, no matter how hard he had tried. “You’re gonna be the best little footballer Kingston has ever seen!”

Nova seemed more than fulfilled with his praise, laughing and settling down in his hold whilst he straightened up glancing back at you again.

“She’s learning so fast.” You mumbled up at him and Tom nodding, taking a seat in the chair next to you.

“She’s got a pretty impressive teacher!” He tried so hard to perk you up, nudging your side as his gaze felt as though he was boring holes into you.

Not knowing how to reply to his compliment you left it and the room faded to silence briefly, the atmosphere feeling rather uncomfortable for your marital home.

“Do you mind finishing off her dinner if I take a shower?” You muttered under your breath, wanting an escape.

Naturally Tom agreed, even if he watched you walk out the room with a worrisome expression on his face. He knew his job wasn’t easy for you at all. It had been hard enough when it has just the two of you, the long periods apart bore longer on you. Over the time Tom had been acting, he’d become somewhat used to these long periods of absence, it had just become the usual. But for you? You working a normal job meant it was harder. You couldn’t go on double dates with your friends - half the time you boyfriend was across a sea from you. Now though, with Nova, you’d lost someone you grew to depend on. Yes, it might only be for briefer periods of time but it still didn’t feel any easier. He was effectively leaving you to be a single mother and although his family obviously endeavoured to support you in every way possible. It just wasn’t the same.

So whilst Nova babbled excitedly her mostly gibberish in the highchair, Tom spent the time sweeping round the kitchen/diner , collecting up the toys into their boxes, loading up the dishwasher and wiping clean the surfaces - all whilst entertaining Nova with brief ‘no reallys’?” And “what ! That’s unbelievable’ and “so what did you tell them?” In response to her baby language babble. His fiery daughter was distracted by the food and one sided chat for all of 20 minutes, letting him just about finish up before she grew impatient of some more attention.

“So what did you get up to then little miss nuisance?” He asked while wiping her mouth which was now smeared with her tomatoey gloop.

“Went park. Mummy made cookies!!”

“Cookies? No way can I have one?” He did honestly fancy the sound of a cookie, and after lifting her out the seat and onto his lap he looked round the kitchen in search of the baked goods.

“No.” She giggled with a mischievous twinkle in her eye “all gone!!”

“What?!?”

“All gone! Mummy and me drawed too look!” She pointed out the multicoloured scribble of uncoordinated lines spiralling together that had been stuck on the fridge.

“Oooh that’s beautiful darling what else did you do?”

“Mummy and me played paw patrol! Mummy was silly!” Nova laughed at the memory, Tom squeezing her up into his chest again loving how bloody precious she was.

“Why was mummy silly?”

“She did Ryders voice! Mummy voice is better than Daddy’s!”

“WHAT?!?” Shrieking in offence, Tom tickled her belly until she was squirming on the top of his thighs in fits of laughter, making Tom laugh away too.

He truly loved his beautiful daughter.

It took you a good couple of hours to venture downstairs, feeling for some ludicrous reason that you had to pluck up the courage. When you went down, you assumed that Nova had already passed out or was about to - the house was serene and quiet. So in your joggers and one of Tom’s big tees, you crept back down the stairs. Entering the kitchen first to get yourself a water and Tom a beer ( he never didn’t want a beer, especially after a long flight). As you entered, your feet seemed to loose their connection with you body making you halt jerkily, seeing the almost sparkling kithchen. All the toys and general clutter was gone from the floor; the dishes magically vanished, revealing a counter that you’d almost forgotten had existed. What you had done to deserve Tom was beyond you, yet you were so grateful - and felt a flutter inside your chest as you went back out and into the living room.

Tom had Nova sat on his thighs, though she was more like slumped against his chest as he tried to lull her to sleep with his deep voice quietly reading one of her superhero books. It had been unavoidable - she’d been indoctrinated into the world of Marvel before she could even talk, Tom insisting on wanting her to know that ‘she could be a superhero too if she wanted to’. The Spiderman baby grow, the captain marvel water bottle- the subtle nods to his roles where impossible to avoid in your house. His warm eyes briefly flicked up when he noticed you standing at the doorway, he paused his sentence to give you a warm smile and nod you over to the sofa beside him. Still feeling a little self conscious, you stared at the floor while rounding the table and plonking yourself down next to him - allowing just a little gap of space.

“Thanks for sorting the kitchen, I’m sorry-“

“Don’t worry at all darling” He arched over to you and pressed a quick peck to your forehead before Nova mewled in annoyance of her story being interrupted. He lightly chuckled, bringing the one hand that wasn’t holding the book to brush her unruly curls back off her head.

Tom kept reading in his soft voice and you let your eyes slip close, just enjoying the peace that you hadn’t experienced in what felt like a lifetime as Tom’s voice lightly hummed through your head. That was until Nova decieded to interrupt the calm just once more. She grumbled insistently and squirmed in her Dads lap, before heavily pulling her head up and blinking at you - holding her arms out expectantly.

“Think she wants her mum” Tom whispered, already lifting her over to you as you sat slightly bemused by the whole situation. Tom was home, her daddy was home, why did she want you? Tom laughed at your quizzical face as Nova burrowed her nose into you neck, letting out a contented huff. “My girls huh?”

“I promise you this is the first time this weekend she’s acknowledged me as anything more than mrs truchbull!”

“Well she’s spent all evening telling me about how good you are at baking and how your paw patrol voices are better than mine.” He murmured his words lowly, so as not to disturb Nova who was already asleep on your chest.

“She did?”

“She loves her mum… almost as much as I do” Chuckling, Tom wrapped his arm round you, pulling the both of you down to his chest while you swore your heart was exploding.

“I love you too Tommy”

Safe to say you and Nova were both exhausted, so after an almost shamefully short time your head rested heavier and heavier on Tom’s shoulder whilst he aimlessly carded his fingers through the ends of your hair. You really were an exceptionally amazing mother, before Nova Tom assumed he couldn’t love you anymore and yet seeing you cuddled up to his baby girl - his feelings for you could only grow infinitely. Making the executive decision to not move either of you upstairs to bed, he instead reached over to grab the blanket. He draped it over himself and his two best girls, choosing to stay in that magical moment for as long as possible.

He loved his beautiful family of three.

And tess … Tess too ;)

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