#especially after a certain 'someone' sent me a dick pick earlier today

[alitheamateur]

Special Delivery

Warnings: Language, because well, Colton Ritter’s mouth.

Summary: Colton Ritter hates birthdays. Always has, and was determined he always would. His wife, however, cheeky with her newlywed bright ideas, makes it her mission to change his mind with a special birthday delivery.

A/N: I swear to you, the second part of The Grind-A Wedding is coming! But, sense it doesn't seem to be falling into place as quickly as I would like, I wanted to try and spread a little reward for my readers and their patience!

(gif not mine)

Colton Ritter was a bear about birthdays.

Was it the bitter swallow of becoming another year older? The fear that with age, would come the fizzle of his talents and abilities inside the cage? Was his ego simply weak to the thoughts of balding?

The reason a mystery, the fact a definitive reality regardless.

He wouldn’t eat cake because of a convenient ‘intermittent fasting’ that I wasn’t aware of until there was suddenly birthday cake involved. I tempted him with ice cream, his favorite, from the grocery store on 5th, and nothing broke his resisting stance.

This year, with a wedding, and a current pregnant under my belt, I was inflexibly determined make him appreciate the joys of a birthday. Knowing going after his sweet tooth was a bust, I let my brain storm, and mull over other ways to get him to finally smile on the 8th of September.

His belly may have been a dead end, but I knew one thirst that Colton could never truly quench.

Me.

One avenue of enjoyment that Colt always enjoyed exploring lie between my hips, and there was no amount of fight he could put up, and win, against it.

The day arrived, and I tested the waters at breakfast with a muffin and a candle for the occasion, only for it to be disregarded altogether when he strolled straight to kiss my neck as I poured his coffee. His pouty, gorilla grunts concluded his still present resentment towards the particular day of the year. I made a call-in to the bakery near the Pilot office before he woke, asking them to wait on standby with my order for a chocolate layered cake had things turned out different at this morning.

He trucked through the front door, gym clothes and a birthday card tucked away inside his duffle, not forgetting our routine morning game of ‘grab-ass’ before he left me to ready for heading into the office.

 We could argue about the singing hallmark surprise over dinner tonight. While he nagged and grumbled about the balloon I planned to pick up on my way home.

I ended the call to the delivery service as I stepped into a hot shower, reiterating that his special birthday gift would be distributed today at 11:00 sharp, right before Colton was due to begin his kickboxing class. I was feeling less than desirable these with the stretches of our baby girl spanning over my belly, and swelling my tender breasts. Newlyweds, we were. And instead of leather garter-belts, and edible underwear, poor Colt was sleeping next to an oversized, less than new t-shirt I refused to let him throw out. He’d never go a day without asserting in every way possible that no matter what condition, my body only furthermore secured my goddess-status in his opinion. The lovemaking was, is, it’s, well clearly, there aren’t enough inappropriate words to illustrate what he does to me beneath the sheets of our bed. But, if a woman doesn’t see it, feel it herself that she’s marvelous, no amount of fervent praises can suffice.

So, this year, I’d give a gift to my newly crowned husband, with every intent to reinvent a love for birthdays, and maybe remind myself that I was fierce. The fiercest in all the land, and the fiend starring Colton Ritter’s wet dreams for the next 75 years.

I twiddled through the copy of an office memo brought to my desk this morning at least 32 times, never absorbing a single line of its contents. Rattling with the clock on my desk, I fiddled with the big hand, checking that it wasn’t indeed frozen in time for the last hour of work. I couldn’t get anything done, eager and dizzy with the apprehensive exhilaration for 11 o’clock to arrive, and Colton’s gift fall into his hands. I reminded the lady from my call this morning repeatedly that only Colton Ritter be responsible, no ifs, ands, or buts.  

  Colton

I hated these fuckin’ birthdays, damn it. I didn’t have a reason. It wasn’t about some suppressed scarring from my childhood because my parents never threw parties, or got me presents. As a matter of fact, Ma went all out with the stupid streamers, and the singing middle-aged men dressed in superhero costumes smelling like vodka. Something in me just hated the reminder that my life was drawing closer to an end. Especially now, since I actually liked the one I had. The one with Livvy, and little my Livvy, due in a few months.

And of course, the evil little minx had to go and remind everyone down at 21 Punches what today was, including Mac who led the stupid birthday song before the door had even shut behind me this morning.

Liv had been a little deflated this morning when I brushed off her subtle hints that she wanted to celebrate the day for me, and the more I stewed on it, the bigger my head grew into a dick. Maybe with her at my side, now as my wife, I should give this whole thing I try? I never want to be the reason her sideways smile fades again.

Just as I was about to tuck my phone into my desk drawer after sending her an apology text for the less-than-grateful behavior earlier, someone rapped a knock on my unlatched office door. I pulled the handle to, confused at the sight of a post-man standing in waiting, and even more confused at the large package tucked under his arm.

“Hey man. You could’ve left that at the front desk, no need for you to carry this shit across the building,” I signed his chipped clipboard.

“Special orders that this be delivered solely into your possession, Mr. Ritter. Have a good one, sir.”

I felt along the hard edges of the package, gently molding my hand around its shape to make sure it wasn’t some gag from one of the fighters on roster for my birthday. There was a tag dangling off the red bow, and I pulled the paper loose, careful to close the door behind me before I opened what was inside.

Happy Birthday, old man.

You only get better with age, my love!

Just a little something for you to look at….

X

Liv

Beautiful, stubborn, and persistent, she was.

I smiled, the way I always do when Liv wrangles me by the balls and just does whatever she damn well pleases whether I like it or not. The crisp paper was neatly creased at the four corners, secured with too much scotch tape for my patience, or lack thereof. So, I simply tore through the middle, short on time, and short on amusement with whatever Liv was playing at.

The image seemed abstract, or obscured initially, but I thought somewhere hidden in the black and white mess I saw long, blonde hair… Shifting the canvas, and tossing the paper in the can of trash beside my desk, my teeth gnawed suddenly.

My eyes instantly alert, and aware at the image before me, and my cock seeming to bust up in and all out hard-on without warning. The slight haze from sunshine beating through the window she looked to, made her glow. White light snuck into every curve of her body, except for the round, need-to-be-bitten curve of her perfect backside, barely covered by the taut lace of her bodysuit lingerie. Her veil grazed the silken, flushed flesh of her arms, and her hair at perfect length hid her angelic face. I touched the picture, wishing I could brush it back and see the soft look of slight, bashful pink on her cheeks, and that heart-shaped gap between her swollen lips. She was an angel caught in front of a lens, with every intention to drag me to the sinful, tight darkness between her thighs. 

This, is how I want to always remember her. Draped in white, goosebumps mounting across her rose-smelling skin, bare. The image captured the essence of where every light in my life came from.

I was moved by the innocence of her sweet, almost timid, oblivious sexiness in front of me. But, the way she was mounted on both of her knees, eyes down like she was waiting to be taken by a dangerous, lethal storm like myself, motivated my insides to painfully pump. Refusing to turn loose of the picture, I searched blindly inside my desk for my cell.

“Hey, birthday boy…” She impishly chided. As if her intent to drive me off the fucking wall with this little delivery of hers wasn’t already clear, the way I could hear her biting her lip as she fiddled with her keyboard secured my assumptions.

“Hey yourself, you little troublemaker.”

Fuck. The giggles… Her laugh was connected with every muscle of control over my dick.

“Troublemaker? I have no absolute idea what you could possibly be referring to, husband of mine.”

“No? So, some other delicious blonde in Pittsburgh with ass for days sent over this glorious fuckin’ photo sitting on my desk right now?”

I heard her gasp as if someone could eavesdrop on the awful things I said to her.

“Okay. Maybe I had a little something to do with that.”

“Oh, I know that for certain, baby. I’ve seen those hands wrapped around me enough to recognize ‘em.”

“Colton Ritter! You know, they say the baby can hear inside the womb. Your poor daughter...” Liv squealed, words on the cusp of a whisper.

“Then I suggest we buy some ear buffs to put over your little belly tonight. I wouldn’t want our girl to hear all the awful things I’m going to have her mommy screamin’.”

“Happy birthday, you sex-crazed pig.”

“I can’t help it my wife is smokin’. And Livvy?” I questioned to her.

“Yes?”

“Thank you. This birthday thing may not be so bad after all now that you’re around.”

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[zen-suality]

Not gonna lie . . . I'd happily suck a certain someone's dick right now.

#especially after a certain 'someone' sent me a dick pick earlier today #and yes i know the dude #and he's handsome as fuck #and geeky and does cosplays and he's oof #something else #stupid shit (spicy) javi says

[hibiki-the-beast-archived]

All of the questions, since you seem a little needy today

   A kind anon showed some mercy with me. No one can resist my cocky smile, right?

When was the last time you masturbated?I barely masturbate. But yesterday I did, after I dreamed of ravaging a cute prey and woke up completely ruttish. Who knows, maybe it was not even a dream?

   Do you enjoy being fingered/fingering?I enjoy the former over the latter, but in the end I would do both.

   How do you feel about food during sex?'Food' like blood? Very appreciated. Other kind of food doesn't need to be involved.

   What do you do directly after sex?Smoking, eating my partner out or just staying on top of them. When the submissive part is mine I might mainly focus on getting back to reality - hopefully with the help of the dominant. Yes, I even enjoy to cuddle afterwards, but I suppose this was another question.

   Cuddle with the tip in?Torture for me as a sub, torture for me as a dominant. If the next round should not take place within the next two minutes I prefer to pull out.

   What’s the nastiest sexual thing you’ve done?Many of my naughty fantasies are not fulfilled yet. Knifeplay was an earth-shattering experience for sure, same for wearing a chastity cage and having a ruined orgasm thanks to it. We better don't talk about my crimes here.

   Name a follower you would fuck.Really? This is embarrassing...and hard to choose actually. But if I had to pick someone it probably would be @the-devils-proof telling by mere appearance.

   Name a follower you have fucked.@aki-in-tokyo Come on, just admit we are a match made in heaven...or rather hell.

   What’s the sexiest part of your body?I suppose it is my tongue, but it only becomes sexy since I know how to use it right.

   FuckMarryKill: DJ Khalid, Rick Ross, Fat JoeI actually googled them. I am in killing rappers, and they all look like being into this kind of music.

   Would you ever be with a trans person?I never thought about it, but in theory I would not have a problem with it.

   Riding dick or doggy style?Riding is definitely more exciting.

   Ever fucked in a school?No.

   Most random place you’ve had sex?On a playground. No, not with an underage, I might be disgusting but this would be even too much for me.

   Would you ever be part of the mile high club?No?

   Name three of your spots.Neck, hips, feet

   Fuck on the first date?Very likely to happen.

   Do you suck dick?With pleasure.

   Do you eat ass?Sure.

   Do you eat pussy?I might not be that much into women, but in fact this is one of my favorites.

   Do you like kissing?I liked to kiss only one or two persons so far. However I could refrain from it.

   Is farting during sex sexy?No.

   Ever fucked in the shower?Kind of.

   How old were you when you lost your virginity?I don't have memories left of the time before my transformation. My actual virginity I lost only a year ago anyway during a night that turned my whole world upside down.

   Do you prefer sex in the morning, afternoon, or night?The night is my time and the one I am most likely to be in heat, so I prefer it for this kind of activity, too.

   Do you like drunk sex?I am horrible drunk, but I definitely would like to get taken advantage of while being half unconscious.

   Do you like high sex?Never had it. The only drug I would consume is weed anyway.

   FuckMarryKill: Nicki Minaj; Cardi B; Kash DollI am not interested in doing anything to those persons.

   When was your first kiss?The kiss of eternity? I think around 175 years ago. Any other kiss does not matter much, besides of the kisses I shared lately with a very special someone.

   How did you meet the person you lost your virginity to?Referring to my actual virginity again; he approached me via tumblr. He provoked me. He threatened me to teach me manner with an electric collar. I paid him a visit and made clear that I did not take it as a joke.

   Have you ever faked an orgasm?How is this supposed to work for a male? Spitting on their back?

   Ever painted/been painted on?No, but sounds like an interesting idea.

   You like sex toys?Not that much. A little more when I can use them in someone else's company.

   What’s your favorite sex position?Missionary or standing.

   Sex on a bed, couch, or floor?Bed is rare since I don't let anyone into my bed. Couch is too small for going crazy. It is likely I would do it on the floor.

   Do you like car sex?Never had it, I think a car is a little small though for raging yourself out.

   You get instantly horny; what happened?I probably got humiliated verbally.

   FuckMarryKill: Trey Songz, Chris Brown, August Alsina.Not interested in this kind of game anymore.

   Describe your crush.I don't know who I should consider my crush (there is someone, but putting things into categories is something I refrain from doing mostly). The men I feel attracted to are mainly tall, tattooed and more or less muscular - and have a weak spot for violence.

   Woukd you ever be with someone with an incurable STD?Depends on when I learn about this. When I am already on fire I probably would not say no to them anymore.

   Rate your head game.Is this supposed to mean oral? I did not give much oral so far, but when you add passion, my swift tongue and my willingness to deep throat I would give me an 8 out of 10 probably.

   Rate your sex.As dominant: 7/10; as submissive: 5/10...but how should I know?

   Would you fuck someone outside of your race?So a werewolf? I would. Or a western man? I would. Especially because they are so tall. I have a certain weakness for this idea.

   Describe the type of freak you are.'Freaks' was the name for the fans of my former band...however you could say I am all kinds of freak. I am a violence and fight freak, mainly. If my partner does not struggle or complain I have to suppose they are already dead, and corpses do not stir me up.

   Ever tasted your own nut/cum?Yes.

   Into golden showers?Mh...rather into omorashi.

   Body count: Under or Over 25?I don't know what my body count is. But I am not as thin as many Japanese men.

   How do you feel about nipple play?As an addition to other things, yes, of course.

   Where do you like to be nutted on?In fact my face. A wonderfully degrading gesture.

   Which are you better at: topping or bottoming?Topping. I may be a hungry and tough bottom who endures everything, but if I am the actor and not only the reactor I am probably more fun. Assumed you never wanted to see someone's eyes water because of submissive pleasure...

   What do you consider “too small?”Anything less than ten centimeters probably, as erected blood penis.

   Is play fighting foreplay?I could not imagine a better foreplay.

   Do you like angry sex?Yes. This is the nonpareil.

   How long should a quickie be?Not much longer than ten minutes.

   How long is “too long” to have sex?A session can last a whole day even, or longer, so there is nothing that is too long.

   How long is “too long” to go without sex?When you feel ruttish even an hour spent without sex can be too much.

   Is “no” relevant in a relationship?I think so. But the aim for me is to never need to say no to anything the dominant demands.

   Do you believe in no-strings-attached sex?Of course.

   Would you have sex in a public bathroom?Sure.

   Would you have sex in a changing room?Sure.

   Who was the last person you had sex with?Again something embarrassing. There are three people I had sex with during the last months, but I will not name them here.

   Describe your type.Already done so earlier: Tall, tattooed, maybe pierced (because I react strongly to being in touch with metal and silver) and not afraid to take off their kid gloves to touch me. Or at least into the finger things in life, means: Violence, blood, fucking with morals.

   Name 3 turn-ons.Forced feminization, getting tied up (preferably in humiliating ways), anything pet play related.

   Name 3 turn-offs.Doctor-patient-roleplay, anything feces related, feeding (as in making someone grow fat).

   Name something that would make you stop in the middle of sex.My partner triggering my submission in any way while I am dominant.

   Would you answer a phone call during sex?No.

   Would you ever pay for sex?No.

   Would you accept money for sex?When it is part of a roleplay, then yes.

   How do you typically feel after sex?Either very exhausted and vulnerable but proud of myself for being strong and good, or just exhausted and satisfied.

   Do you like your body?Yes.

   Ever sent nudes?No. I would do though if someone was interested.

   Have you ever cheated on someone?Kind of.

   Have you ever been cheated on?Not that I knew and not as if it was possible.

   Would you have a threesome?Yes, maybe.

   Would you have a foursome?Maybe.

   Would you take part in an orgy?Maybe.

   Would you let’s train be ran on you?If it is the thing I think it is then definitely yes.

   How often do you masturbate?Not often. It is not my thing and does not give me much satisfaction. Maybe once a month.

   Sex with the lights on or off?On.

   Sex with music or tv in the background?Music, yes, if it is fitting. TV, yes as well, if my partner pretends the movie is more interesting than me while I please them.

   Do you have a cousin you’d fuck if you weren’t related?No.

   In your last relationships, rate the sex?I don't want to.

   Do you sleep naked?Yes.

   How often do you go commando?Happens, in summer I prefer it so I do it regularly.

   Are your nipples pierced? If not, would you get them pierced?No and no. I doubt it would fit me.

   Do you dive right into sex, or converse first?Both can be exciting, depending on the partner, but an animated conversation can be very erotic and get me in the mood.

   After taking your clothes off, what’s the first move?Who says the fun begins after taking the clothes off? And who says I have a standard program for sexual situations?

   Do you make the first move?I mostly have to, but I prefer it the other way round, especially because I have a hard time approaching handsome and intimidating looking men (well, approaching in general is harder for me than you might think).

   Have you ever had sex with more than one person in a day?Can't remember, but I doubt it.

   Do you like dryhumping ?Yes.

   Can you twerk or do a split on a dick?No...

   Have you ever been recorded during sex?No, but my exhibitionistic vein would highly appreciate it.

   Do you watch porn during sex?No, porn is not my cup of tea in general, but same for watching TV during sex when it comes to my partner.

   After fucking, do you try becoming friends with a one night stand?Usually not.

   What’s your kink?I have many...but being a pet is my favorite one because it is all natural for me.

   Would you hook up with the same hook-up again?If it was good, why not?

   Ever made a relationship from a one night stand?No.

   How romantic are you during sex?Oh. Not at all.

   Describe your sex in 5 words or less.Feral, physically and mentally intense

Now I am quite exhausted, I hope you felt entertained...and grant me a little reward?

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

This Evergreen Love (Part 3)

Summary: Enjoy World’s Best Dad? Check out the third part from Dean’s perspective…

This Evergreen Love Masterlist

Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 3,200ish

Warnings: language, injured Dean

A/N: Written in Dean’s POV…

“Daddy, Ms. Y/L/N said to tell you thank you for lunch,” said Gracie when she climbed in the backseat. “She forgot hers.”

“Daddy was thinking ahead,” I said, pulling out to head for home with a tiny smile. I guess I wasn’t the only one getting in over their head. “You said you got to do some first grade stuff today, munchkin.”

“We got to visit the first grade rooms today. They have less toys,” she said with a frown. 

“Well you’re going to be so busy learning next year you won’t have as much playtime. It’s how learning works,” I said, Gracie humming out loud. “Did Y/N already teach you that?”

“Ms. Y/L/N,” she said. 

“Oh, yes, Ms. Y/L/N,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Anything else exciting besides the fewer toys?”

“We get reading buddies from the fifth graders. They’re so big!” she said.

“Well you’re going to be that big someday. Maybe even as big as me,” I said. Probably not but the pout I caught in the rearview made me laugh. “You don’t want to be as big as me?”

“If I get big, I can’t be munchkin anymore,” she said.

“Oh, you’ll always be munchkin, munchkin,” I said. She talked a few more minutes about her very through time spent on the playground at recess, informing me that she played cops and robbers, came in second in their swinging competition and made it all the way across the monkey bars, all in the span of thirty minutes.

“How was work Daddy?” she asked as we pulled into the driveway. 

“Good munchkin,” I said as she hopped out. 

“What do you do all day? You never tell me,” she said, running through the garage and pushing the door open.

“I help make things. This week I’m helping put a building together. We’re doing walls,” I said, no way in the world putting up sheetrock could come out as glamourous.

“Do you do that because you’re so tall?” she asked.

“Exactly,” I said, wanting to say I can’t stand electrical or plumbing and grunt work is what they have left for someone like me. “We’re going over to Y/N’s for dinner in a little while so how about a small snack?”

“Apples?” she asked, opening the fridge up, looking for one of her baggies with the cut up fruit.

“Um,” I said, looking down over her, her head leaning back against my leg. “We have carrots and celery it looks like.”

“I want apples,” she said, crossing her arms. 

“Well Daddy may have raided your snack drawer for his lunch today but your carrots are good. You like those,” I said, pulling the bag out. She sighed but took it and pulled out a juice box, patting my thigh as she walked away. 

“S’okay. You can have my apples,” she said, heading to the table to eat.

“Well thank you, munchkin,” I said, ruffling her hair as I took the celery. “That’s why you’re my favorite girl.”

“Can we play go fish?” she asked, grabbing the deck of cards from the chair she had her marker bin tossed on.

“Sure,” I said, grabbing a jar of peanut butter and throwing some in a bowl, putting it down at the table as she pulled the cards out. “How many cards are there?”

“Fifty four,” she said.

“There’s only fifty two, munchkin,” I said, watching her shake her head.

“No. You forgot the jokers,” she said with a smug little smile.

“You’re right,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re a math whiz like your uncle.”

“You’re good at math. You do it when you pay for stuff, right?” she asked. 

“Uh huh,” I said, picking up the stack and shuffling it, diving up some cards. “Alright, you got any fives?”

“Go fish, Daddy.”

I could feel a bruise on my shoulder from jumping around Y/N’s backyard like an idiot when she put her hand there to lean up and kiss me back. She tasted like sugar and honey and she was smiling into it, like I hadn’t completely forgotten how to kiss someone. I couldn’t help but wrap her up and press her flush against me, feeling the switch in her go from nerves to she definitely wanted more. 

Until Gracie’s voice cut through the air and I realized she’d never seen me kiss someone before. Did it freak her out? Scare her? Make her mad or jealous? Make her think I didn’t want her anymore?

I was fairly sure I did a good job of hiding all that while we tried to explain a little bit of dating and then Y/N looked at me, something about it saying to relax and that it was alright. Only then I saw that Gracie was happy. All that kid wanted was for me to be okay and she lit up when she saw me get with the picture.

I figured maybe it’d be okay when we started to say good night but then Gracie wanted to hug Y/N, something curious running across Y/N’s face I recognized seeing a million times on my own.

Fear.

It lasted only a second, something Gracie never saw and something Y/N probably wasn’t aware she even did. She was scared of Gracie. She’d been adamant that the kid thing didn’t bother her and I truly believed that. But there was something she was afraid of, maybe something I said that made her react like that.

Hey, we’re home safe.

I waited until Gracie was down in bed and I was laying in my own to text Y/N like she asked, wondering if I’d get a response at all.

K. Thanks. I just worry about stupid stuff sometimes.

Trust me, I do it all the time.

Tell Gracie goodnight for me. You too :)

Will do. You okay? Earlier you seemed uneasy.

Yeah. Just...like you said, all three of us have to figure this out together.

Is there something bothering you?

No. God no. I haven’t dated in a while is all. I normally don’t fall this fast for someone is all.

Me either.

She didn’t right back right away and I could feel the tension race through me. I was the one freaking her out, not Gracie, I was doing something wrong and-

I guess we fit together like that then. I’ll see you tomorrow boyfriend ;)

Sleep tight girlfriend :)

“Sleep tight girlfriend? God, she thinks we’re an idiot,” I said to myself, still smiling at the phone when three dots popped up.

Oh and take a breather. Gracie loves you and I think she really is okay with you dating. Don’t stress so much. 

I know she does. Thanks sweetheart. You don’t stress either.

What?

Over Gracie. She likes you. Half of our conversations are about her favorite teacher.

It wasn’t until I sent the text that I realized that’s where the look came from earlier. It wasn’t me she was worried about. It was that little five year old not liking her and if she cared about something like that...maybe Y/N would fit with us.

Thanks Dean. Get some sleep babe.

You too Y/N.

“Winchester,” I heard someone say just after lunchbreak. I spun around and saw the foreman, that freaking asshole one again. “You’re on fifth crew rest of the day.”

“I’m-”

“Fifth crew. They’re a man down today,” he said. I waited until he was gone to roll my eyes and head over to the other side of the site. 

“Winchester, what are you doing here?” asked the crew leader. “He’s really pissed at you lately, isn’t he?”

“Yeah. Employee punching bag of the month right here,” I said, getting up to speed on what their team was working on. It was more of the same but different floors with taller walls, not that getting up on ladders or scaffolding bothered me.

“Eh, you’re still wearing a goofy smile all day long. You’re daughter’s birthday or something?” he asked.

“No,” I said, hopping up on the planking, grabbing my nail gun.

“Lady friend?” he asked. I didn’t say anything but he laughed anyways. “Good for you, Dean.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, starting to nail away. I worked at a good pace for a while, taking a short break and moving down to the next section. I heard an argument start on the next scaffold over, not uncommon on a construction site but still an annoyance. Somebody slept with somebody’s girlfriend and blah blah...

“Don’t shove-” I heard one of the guys say before I heard that familiar whip in the air twice.

I felt the one in my leg first, especially since it knocked me off my feet and down the ten or so feet to the ground. I whacked my head back against the hard cement, thankful for the helmet until I realized it didn’t move all the way off.

“What...” I said, reaching my hand up and pulling the hard plastic thing off, a nail coming with it, something warm and wet trickling down and through my hair. “Shit.”

I glanced back at the one in my leg and went wide eyed, the splotch of red on my jeans huge and growing fast, the nail nowhere in sight. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” I said, ripping my belt off and puling it hard around my thigh. I heard other people around, shouting and yelling but my head throbbed and I was pretty certain I was on my way towards bleeding out. I was in and out the entire time to the hospital, rushing straight into an operating room before a mask was shoved over my face and I was out like a light.

“Hey Dean,” said Sam, giving me a relieved smile. I blinked a few times and saw rubbed my eyes, feeling a bandage over my forehead. “Trying to give me a heart attack or what?”

“What...where’s Gracie?” I asked, Sam nodding to the chair on my other side, Gracie sleeping in a chair with an unfamiliar coat on her.

“Y/N’s out in the hall,” said Sam, explaining the coat. “You ever do that again and I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

“I don’t plan on it,” I said, groaning. “What happened?”

“Some dicks got in a fight next to you at work and a nail gun went off. You’re a whole lot of lucky one didn’t...don’t do that again? Understand?” said Sam, his voice cracking a little.

“Worried about your big brother or something?” I asked, ruffling his head when he stared at his lap.

“Yeah,” he said, taking a deep breath, putting a smile back on. “Doc said you likely have a concussion and good job on that belt. It got your femoral attery. If you’d waited much longer...I don’t know how to raise a kid. You can’t do that-”

“Again. I got it Sammy,” I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. Been a while since I’ve seen you this upset.”

“I’m not going to cry, jerk,” said Sam.

“I didn’t say you were, bitch,” I said, rubbing up and down his back. “You’d do a good job with her. Feed her some fruit and veggies, send her to school, let her beat you in most of the games you play...it’s not hard.”

“That’s your job. I’m just the fun uncle that gives her too much candy and lets her watch movies she’s not suppsoed to,” said Sam.

“Thanks for grabbing her at school,” I said, suddenly remembering he’d mentioned Y/N. “What about...”

“Y/N was waiting with Gracie when I got there. I drove her with us since I figured you’d want her. She’s got a pretty good game face on but she’s freaked out. She’s kept Gracie calm, me too actually. You found a good one,” said Sam. I hissed again and Sam grabbed my remote, shoving it in my hand and pressing the button. 

“Morphine,” I said with a smile, forgetting there was anything to hurt in the first place. “Mmm, thanks Sammy. Can you get Gracie for me?”

Sam popped up and woke up Gracie, a worried smile on her face as she crawled into bed with me. 

“It’s okay, munchkin. Daddy’s great,” I said, hearing a giggle come out and Sam shake his head as I started to feel a big grin on my face. “Really, really, really awesome.”

“Flying high there Dean?” he asked. I shrugged and laughed again.

“I’m fine,” I said, Sam rolling his eyes.

“Gracie, keep an eye on him. I’m sure Y/N is ready to have a panic attack out there.”

Y/N looked absolutely terrified when I asked her to take Gracie home for me. I knew Gracie only wanted one of the three people in that room though and I certainly wasn’t in the position and I needed Sam there because I was two seconds away from losing it. Thankfully Y/N either decided she could handle it or I looked desperate enough that she carried Gracie out and said goodnight.

“Sam,” I said once he shut the door. “I almost died today.”

“But you didn’t because you’re smart,” said Sam, pulling his chair close, putting his hand on my head. 

“I can’t leave her alone. She’s so little. She’d never even remember me, Sam. I’d just be a guy to her when she is everything and...” I said, blaming the stupid drugs for making me start to tear up. 

“It’s okay buddy,” said Sam, rubbing my head. “You’re here and she’s got you. You know if anything ever happened, I’d take care of her like she was my own. Hell, she is my own and you would not just be a guy, Dean. She’d know what an amazing father she had and that you love her. So let’s stop having a freak out moment and focus on the fact that you’ve got a million great days to come with her. And you are taking that job with Benny at the garage so help me, I’m not arguing with you about it being a hand out anymore. It’s final.”

“Since when did you become the big brother,” I said, laughing a little before squeezing my eyes shut. 

“Dean, now what’s wrong?” he asked.

“I really like her Sammy,” I said, Sam cocking his head as he leaned back.

“I’m kind of aware that you adore Gracie, what-”

“Y/N, Sammy. I really like her and...I’ve been dating her two freaking days and she’s going to run for it the second I go home tomorrow,” I said. “I just threw my kid at her and said take care of her.”

“For fucks sake Dean, would you just not hate yourself for two seconds? Y/N cares about Gracie. She cares about you. Shit, she cares about me and I’ve only known her for like four hours,” said Sam.

“But-”

“No, Dean. Y/N’s a big girl. She fucking cares about you and if anyone is ever going to get through to you, it’s her. Give her the benefit of the doubt that she’s a little scared to be taking care of a kid because she’s never done it before or because she knows how much Gracie means to you. She’s not running anywhere,” said Sam.

“You can’t know that,” I said, Sam taking a deep breath.

“Well that’s what loving someone else is. You want it, you got to risk getting hurt. For you, the fact that you are risking it tells me she’s special. Now don’t be an idiot and run her out of here because you’re scared she’ll hurt you. You’ll only hurt her and that’s not fair to someone that’s willing to put up with your lame ass,” said Sam, offering a smirk.

“Do you remember when I used to have a new girlfriend every week? I was cool Dean, nothing bothers me Dean,” I said, Sam shrugging. “Now I’m...”

“My big brother has never been as cool as he thinks he is. The coolest I’ve ever seen you was tonight actually. You know, not beating yourself up every other minute,” said Sam. 

“Shut up loser,” I said, resting back in bed. “You staying the night?”

“Obviously loser,” said Sam, kicking his feet up on the bed. “Somebody needs to watch your back.”

“Thanks for the pep talk,” I said, peeling off one of my blankets and tossing it at him.

“You taking that job with Benny?” asked Sam. I nodded and he smiled. “Good.”

“Shut up, I’m trying to get some shut eye here,” I said, slouching down and onto my side.

“You can’t sleep, Dean,” said Sam, kicking me with his foot. “Come on, tell me how adorable Y/N is.”

“I am not talking about girls like we’re at a middle school sleepover,” I said, Sam crossing his arms.

“Come on, Dean. You have to stay awake and it’ll be a whole lot easier if we have something to talk about. Tell me,” said Sam, eager as a puppy dog.

“Fine but what I say stays in this room forever.”

“Hey, Dean,” said Y/N the next afternoon, leaning against my doorframe. “I’m going to run to my place quick and grab some clothes. You need anything while I’m gone? Or want me to pick up anything? I’ve got leftover tacos if you want for dinner.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I said, her face scrunching up.

“They’re just going to sit there and get wasted if I don’t. I already told you, I want to help,” she said, coming in and sitting on the edge of the bed. “How you holding up?”

“Okay. You finally kick Sam out?” I asked.

“I sent him home and to bed. I wish I had a brother like that,” she said. “Or anyone really.”

“Only kid?” I asked, her head nodding. “Any tips for Gracie?”

“I’d say get her involved in stuff with other kids but you’ve already got that down. Plus you spend time with her. You’re doing good,” she said, ruffling my head as she stood up. “Tacos, clothes...you want anything else? Secret stash of rocky road ice cream,  a copy of Keeping up with the Kardashians, anything babe?”

“Oh my god, one of those is grounds for a breakup and I pray you know which one that is,” I said, catching her eye roll.

“Well considering how big a fan of ice cream you are...” she said, heading out. “Gracie’s playing in her room. I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Y/N?” I asked, her body spinning around. A good part of me wanted to say she was being too nice, too understanding, too everything. But that tiny little part that liked her in the first place won out and let the bad stuff go. “Thanks.”

“You got it,” she said with a wave. As I heard her go down the stairs and out the door a minute later and I smiled, that little part getting a bit bigger.

“Daddy,” said Gracie as she ran in. “Is Y/N coming back?”

“Yeah Gracie. You don’t have to worry about her not coming back.”

A/N: Part 4 coming soon!

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