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chasingmidnights · 1 month

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A Brutal Life Series: Part Three - Just Another Manic Monday

Title: Just Another Manic Monday

Summary: With the most recent nightmares plaguing you, you nearly forgot about your lesson with Jake.

Warnings: First, this is 18+, minors DNI!!! Warnings to look out for (but not limited too): implied previous abuse; nightmares; some mild angst; implied stalking/harassment; Jake Jensen (he’s a warning, okay!); Bucky Barnes (he’s also a warning, okay!); mild cursing; and I think that’s it. I apologize if I missed anything, but you are responsible for what you read and your own media consumption. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any and all mistakes are my own; nothing is beta read.

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The rain softly beat against your window as you laid in your bed and you were wide awake. You reached for your phone and instantly groaned when you saw what time it was, four in the morning. After placing your phone back onto the bedside table, you rolled over to your side to try to get some more sleep, but you knew it would be fruitless. You were so tired though, you just wanted a good night’s sleep, was that too much to ask for? Your nightmares have been more consistent recently and in full force, you were actually starting to dread sleep. Not only did you have to go through the abuse once, but now again in your dreams. Frustrated, you decided to give up on your sleep and threw the comforter and sheets off of you and climbed out of bed.

You tiredly made your way to the kitchen and started to make yourself some tea as quietly as you could. Once you had your tea just the way you liked it, you took a seat at the bay window and wrapped a blanket around your legs. You watched the rain trickle down the window and listened to the soft rumble of the occasional thunder. You sipped on your tea as you sat there, you had always liked the rain, it always brought you a sense of comfort. Even now as your thoughts swirled in darkness. As you sat there, your past weighed heavily on you, it consumed you most days, being able to think of nothing else and all of the horrible shit the universe put you through. Your younger and more innocent self always believed that there was some hidden reason for everything one person went through, but she was a damn fool. The older, more cynical you, now knows that sometimes you just get drawn a bad hand and there’s no rhyme or reason to it, some were just born to suffer. You let out a small sigh before lifting your tea cup up to your lips and taking a long drink of your tea. The tea warmed you up a little bit and brought you some comfort, but tea can only do so much, it’s not a cure-all.

You’re not really sure when or how, for that matter, but you managed to drift off to sleep and for once, it wasn’t plagued by nightmares. When your vision comes to as you start to wake up, the warm morning sun was beating down on you. You started to stretch as you looked around and as you did, you saw Wanda in the kitchen making her coffee. A soft smile formed on your lips as the fresh brew filled your nostrils, you always did enjoy the smell of fresh coffee in the morning. But then it dawned on you, if Wanda was awake, then it had to be at least nine and you were going to be late to meet Jake.

“Shit!” You tossed the blanket off of you and quickly scrambled to your feet and bolted past Wanda to get ready.

“Well, good morning to you too!” Wanda chuckled as she saw your reaction to the time.

You hurriedly put together an outfit and threw your hair into a messy bun. As you hobbled around to put your converses on, you called out to Wanda. “Why didn’t you wake me?!”

As Wanda remained in the kitchen, she shook her head playfully. “Didn’t know I was supposed to! And besides, you looked so peaceful, and figured you could use the extra sleep.”

A moment later, you came back out from your bedroom and narrowed your gaze at her. “You knew very well about my plans today.”

“Oh yeah, your date with Jake, right?” Wanda inquired, a smirk etched on her dainty mouth.

“It’s not a date, okay? He’s just showing me a few things to become more tech savvy, that’s all.” You explained quickly, before pausing for a moment. “But do I look alright?”

Wanda snickered as you asked that. “Right, not a date. As for how you look, you might want to make sure that your shirt isn’t inside out or backwards.”

You glanced down and immediately saw the tag wasn’t where it was supposed to be, causing you to groan. Even though Wanda was giving you a hard time about this whole thing, you were thankful that she had pointed that out. You rushed back towards your bedroom to fix the shirt, double checking to make sure it was the right way before leaving your room again.

“Much better.” Wanda said, as she looked up from the paper she was reading.

“Thanks. I’m not sure when I’ll be back, but I’ll keep you posted.” You said as you grabbed your keys and purse before walking out the door.

Wanda playfully shook her head as she watched you leave. She knew it was only a matter of time for the two of you.

Jake let out a heavy sigh as he stood at the counter with Bucky, who glanced over at him and shook his head. It’s been ages since he’s seen his friend act this way over a girl, let alone a girl he barely knows.

“Jake, you’re being ridiculous, you know that, right?” Bucky commented on his friend’s attitude.

“How so? I’m doing inventory.” Jake replied, pausing for a moment to look over at Bucky.

Bucky scoffed at Jake’s answer as he ran his fingers through his hair and countered Jake’s statement. “That’s bullshit and you know it, that sigh wasn’t about inventory.”

Jake arched a brow as he stopped what he was doing and crossed his arms. “You keep track of the different sighs that I have? That’s kind of weird man.”

Bucky was about to reply when you walked into the storefront. “Saved by the bell.” Bucky muttered under his breath.

A groan quickly followed Bucky’s mutter as Jake slapped him on the back of the head, causing Bucky to reach back and rub the spot. Upon seeing the action, you stopped in your tracks, tilting your head a bit as you made sure not to drop anything. Since you were running late, you had decided to stop and get coffee and treats as a way to apologize.

“Did I come at a bad time?” You asked as you adjusted the box in your hands, make sure not spill any coffee.

“Hey, girl scout, of course not. What did you bring us this time?” Bucky inquired, his eyes on the box in your hands.

You glanced between the two of them, before you accepted Bucky’s answer. “Just some treats and coffee as a way to apologize for being late this morning.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” There was a short pause as Jake came around the counter, a huge smile on his face. “Here, let me help you with that.” Jake offered as he carefully took the box from you.

“Oh, thank you, Jake.” You smiled at him, butterflies already starting to form. “Um, I wasn’t sure how you guys liked your coffee, so I got everything on the side.” You said, before handing Bucky and Jake their coffees.

Bucky smiled at you before he took a drink of his coffee. “Black coffee is all I need, thanks girl scout.”

“It’s no problem, really.” You replied, before glancing over at Jake, who was putting three packets of the raw sugar into his coffee.

“Just need a dash of sweetness in mine.” Jake said, before taking a sip.

Once the coffee and treats were served, you and Jake went back to his office. You watched him as he got everything set up, he moved so elegantly and quickly that a part of you was almost in awe by his movements.

“Hey, sorry I was late.” You said after a while, breaking the silence that had formed.

Jake paused as he glanced over his shoulder to look at you. “No worries. Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, I just haven’t been sleeping well lately, but I’ll be okay. Especially when you show me all of your tricks and we figure out who’s messing with me.” You answered as honestly as you could, not wanting to reveal too much.

Jake looked you over for a moment. He had a feeling that there was something else, but he didn’t want to push you; after all, he barely knew you. “Well, let's get started shall we? Here, have a seat.”

You smiled as you did as Jake told you what to do, but as soon as you did, a sinking feeling started to form in your chest as you logged into your email. You froze though as you saw all of the unopened emails from your harasser, you couldn’t believe there were so many of them.

“D-did these all just come in?” You asked, as you tore your gaze away from the screen to look at Jake.

Jake’s smile faded and his face became more serious. “Yeah, last couple of days, unfortunately. I’m trying my best, but damn, this person has it on lock down, it’s been nearly impossible to break through to get to the other side. Don’t worry though, I’m not gonna give up, I like a good challenge.”

You couldn’t help but admire his determination as he popped his tattooed knuckles. “Well, I definitely appreciate all of the hard work. Maybe if we can find out who this is, I can actually do something about it, have them arrested or something.” There was a short pause. “I have a question.”

“Shoot.” Jake said, gesturing for you to continue.

“Well, I was just thinking, should we back up these emails in case something happens?” You inquired as you took a shaky breath.

Jake started to scratch his chin, ruffling up the small, fine hair that was there. “You know, I hadn’t considered that, but if that’s something that you want me to do, I definitely can.”

You sat and thought about it for a moment before you answered. “Yeah, if it’s not too much trouble, I think I would like that.”

“You got it boss.” Jake said with a smile.

You smiled back at him and as you did, you could feel those pesky butterflies starting to form again. After a moment, you cleared your throat and you turned your attention back to your laptop.

“So, shall we get started?” You asked nervously, as you tried to focus on the laptop, while you waited for further instruction.

“If you’re sure that you’re ready, then yes, let’s get started.” Jake said, clearing his throat as well.

Once you left Jake’s shop for the day, you felt a little bit better. You knew a little bit more about what it was that Jake was doing and your computer skills didn’t feel so rusty. Could you do it on your own? Absolutely not, you still needed Jake.

As you walked back to your apartment, the evening breeze felt good to you and you could still smell the rain in the air from earlier this morning. A small smile had formed on your lips as you thought about how, for once, that life might be looking up for you. You didn’t want to get your hopes up though, life had been cruel to you for the most part. You should’ve known better than to think about hope though, as your phone beeped a couple of times. You stopped walking to answer it as you pulled your phone out of your purse. Your heart started to race as you saw a text from an unknown number. You took a deep breath and with shaking hands, you unlocked your phone and tapped on the message. As you did that though, you were filled with instant regret and your stomach dropped.

Unknown: Did you miss me, sweetheart? Because I’ve missed you. - C.B.

After reading the text a couple of times, you finally looked up and looked all over, but nothing stood out to you. You quickly tucked your phone away before you continued your way home, picking up the pace as you did.

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holylulusworld · 6 months

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The assistant (8) – A Captain and six brothers

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

Pairing: Former!Boss!Steve Rogers x Former!Assistant(plussized)!Reader

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader

A/N: This chapter is a little Mike-centric.

Warnings: angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plussized/chubby reader, protective brothers, Lloyd being Lloyd, fluff, domestic brothers, mentions of past drug addiction, talk about addiction/ADA groups

The assistant masterlist

Part 7

It’s an early morning, and yawn as you walk out of the kitchen, a cup of freshly brewed coffee in your hands. The brothers are still asleep, and it’s your day off at the bakery.

As you walk out of the kitchen, you frown deeply. Mike is pacing back and forth. He clutches his hands to his chest and exhales sharply.

“Mike?”

“Flower,” he pants, “good morning. How was your night?”

“I could you ask the same question,” you look Mike up and down. “You look a little pale. Is something wrong, Mike?”

“You know,” he nervously scratches the back of his neck, “some days are good, and others are…” Mike shakes his head and sniffs, “Others are bad…and then there are days which are the worst. Days in which you wish that you could still shoot the poison you were addicted to into your veins. I’m clean but…”

“Today is the worst,” you softly ask. “How can I help you, Mike? I know you don’t know me, but I want to help you.”

He shyly smiles at you, “I try to find a Drug Addicts Anonymous group. I need to go to a meeting,” Mike shows you his phone, “but my phone doesn’t work. I got no signal, and my display is cracked.”

You feel your heart clench in your chest. Mike looks like a lost puppy, and you do the first thing that comes to your mind. “What?” He sniffs as you hug him tightly. “Flower?”

“Uh-sorry. I’m a hugger. You should get used to getting hugged, Mike,” he wraps one arm around you and enjoys the little attention you give him. “I can help you find a group.”

“What’s going on here?” Lloyd watches you hug his brother. He frowns and narrows his eyes. “What did our little chaos do this time?”

“Nothing,” Mike immediately says. “I swear.”

“We try to find a Drug Addicts Anonymous group. Mike wants to go to a meeting,” you give Lloyd a stern look. Lloyd is still angry, and Mike is afraid to make one false step. “Do you want to help us?”

“Sure,” he shrugs. “What can I do?”

“Can you look for a group? I’ll go with Mike. Maybe we can take the bus and…” Lloyd raises his hand, stopping you midsentence.

“Cupcake, you won’t take the bus,” he says. “Do you know how many crazy people you can meet on a bus? I’ll drive you and Mike. Now lemme find a good group. We don’t want him to talk to some losers getting him addicted again.”

Mike sighs deeply. “He doesn’t trust me,” he whispers. “He’ll never trust me again.”

“Nonsense,” you whisper and pat Mike’s back. “He’s your brother and loves you. We all make mistakes. Don’t worry. We are all going to support you.”

“I like you, flower. A lot,” he grins. “One day, I’ll show you all of my tattoos. Maybe I’ll get a new one only for you.”

“OH! If only I wasn’t scared of needles. I’d gotten a tattoo too,” you tell Mike. “I already said that didn’t I?”

“You are pretty without tattoos,” Lloyd grumbles. “Don’t let him talk you into getting tattoos.”

“You’ve got some too,” Mike grumbles. “You were the one paying for my first tattoo.”

Lloyd grins. “You cried like a baby, calling for Andy to hold your hand.”

“It’s not nice to make fun of people,” you say, and peck Mike’s cheek. “Lloyd, find a group or I’ll do it. Stop bugging Mike. He needs our support.”

Curtis chuckles. He watches you dismantle his cocky brother within a few seconds.

“Looks like Lloyd is in trouble,” he says to Andy. “So, do we help him or just enjoy the show?”

Andy’s features darken. He doesn’t like that you are still hugging his brother. If anyone deserves your attention in his opinion, it’s him.

“She shouldn’t hang her heart on him. He’s…”

“Our brother,” Jake reminds him. “Mike made mistakes but he’s our little chaos and I’m glad he found his way home. Now, stop moping. If anyone asks Y/N out first, it’s me. I was her friend before you even saw her.”

“Says who?” Ari and Andy grunt in unison, making Lloyd cackle.

“Dream on, sunshine. She’s going to be all mine…”

“It’s okay, Mike. We can just wait here,” Jake says as his brother hesitates to enter the building.

“Maybe we go with him,” you grab Mike’s hand, gently squeezing it to assure him that you are here for him. “Right? I mean…I don’t know how these things work.”

“I don’t think they will like it when we all storm into the room,” Andy throws in. “We can wait outside or pick him up later.”

“I don’t want to leave him alone,” instinctively, holding Mike’s hand tighter you take a step toward the door. “I could just tell them I’m an addict too. I mean, Jake made me addicted to his cupcakes.”

Jake grins. “Hey, don’t tell them I’m your dealer or they want my cupcakes too.”

“Guys, this is not helpful,” Ari grunts. “Mike needs to meet up with people who understand his problem. We can wait here and drive back home together.”

You clear your throat to keep the brothers from fighting again. “I’ll go with him, no discussion. He doesn’t know this group and meeting them on his own can be intimidating. I’ll tell them who I am and ask if it’s okay that I’m at the meeting with Mike.”

“Thank you, flower,” Mike whispers. “I think it’s not going to be a problem that you come with me.”

While you and Mike enter the building, the brothers start muttering and fighting again.

“Great job. Now he’s got an advantage,” Lloyd huffs. “He’s going to seduce my girl with his sob story.”

“Lloyd!” Jake tuts. “Can you just not? Mike has a problem and needs our help. Let’s not be assholes and support him. We are finally all back together and have this sweet girl in our life. I don’t want to fuck this up.”

“Agreed,” Curtis says. He’s not a man of many words, but he cannot deny that he’s got a thing for you.

“How was the meeting?” Andy asks as you walk back toward the mansion. “Did it help?”

“Y/N was the best,” Mike swoons. “Everyone immediately loved her. They are a great group. Some of them have been clean for years. I got a sponsor too.”

“I think this group is good for Mike,” you add. “They agreed on letting me come with him until he feels more comfortable attending the meetings alone.”

You look at the brothers, frowning as you get the feeling someone is watching you.

“I’ll drive you,” Lloyd hastily says. “Just tell me where and when.”

“It’s the same place every time,” Andy rolls his eyes at his brother’s antics. “Get a hold of yourself, Lloyd. You can stop hitting on Y/N. She’s going to be mine.”

“What?” You blink a few times as they look at you. “Did I miss something? I added the next appointments to the calendar on my phone.”

“Nothing. It’s nothing,” Ari gives Andy a death glare. “Andy asked if you are hungry. We can order food and have another movie night.”

“Attention! You are surrounded. Let Y/N Y/L/N go, and no one will get harmed!!!”

“What? I—” You jolt up on the couch, rubbing your eyes as you try to fathom what’s happening. You dozed off, and now someone is yelling your name.

“What the fuck?” Jake lifts his head from your lap, groaning as someone yells your name from outside the mansion. “Who is yelling?”

“Fuck you, you fucker,” Lloyd steps on the balcony. “What do you want, asshat? It’s two am and I was about to dream about fucking the cutest girl I ever met. Who are you?”

“Here is Captain America, and you are holding my assistant hostage!” Steve steps toward the gate, pointing his index finger at Lloyd. “Let her go. Unharmed and no one will get harmed.”

“You already said that sunshine,” Lloyd cackles. “Now get fucked, dude. Y/N is here with us because she’s got enough of your stiff ass and limp dick. Now, if you would excuse me, I’ll go back to eating her sweet muffin.”

“I’m warning you, Sir,” Steve raises his voice. He looks at Lloyd standing on the balcony in nothing but his boxer briefs. Steve imagines the worst things happening to you while held hostage at the mansion. “I’ll free her using force if you don’t send her out.”

“Fuck off, buddy,” Ari joins his brother to laugh about Steve’s antics. “Y/N is our friend, and you won’t ever see her again. We know what you did to her!”

“Go home, loser,” Jake and Curtis say in unison. “We got better things to do than looking at your ugly ass.”

“Sir, I must ask you to leave our property. You are breaking the law if you try to enter our home by force,” Andy, ever the lawyer says. “Leave now.”

“Fuck off!” Lloyd points a finger gun at Steve, “Or I’ll make you fuck off, buddy. We don’t need a fake hero on our ground.”

“Lloyd, stop riling that guy up,” Mike tries to stop his brothers from starting a war with Captain America. “Just ignore him.”

“Like hell,” Curtis grunts. “That bastard comes here and accuses us of kidnapping and holding Y/N hostage.”

“Maybe I can make him leave,” you sigh deeply. You didn’t want to see Steve again, but to protect the brothers you’d do anything. “Let me handle this.”

Mike follows you out of the living room before his brothers can stop you. He holds your hand as you walk out of the mansion to face the man making you feel worthless and small.

You let go of Mike's hand to grip the bars of the gate, looking Steve straight in the eyes.

“Captain, I’m here on free terms,” you glare at Steve as he grips his shield tighter at your words. “The brothers are my friends. Unlike other people, they only ever treated me with respect. No one is going to hurt me here or force me to do things I don’t want to do. Now, if you would kindly get fucked…”

You twirl around, walking back inside the mansion.

“You heard the lady,” Mike shrugs. “You had your chance and fucked up. Y/N is under our protection so go and bang that bitch you chose over my flower…”

Part 9

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#andy barber #lloyd hansen #jake jensen #ari levinson #mike weiss #curtis everett #steve rogers #The assistant (8) – A Captain and six brothers #female reader #plussized reader #tw: past drug addiction

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the-iceni-bitch · 10 months

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Nobody Does It Like My Daddy

Relationship: Ari Levinson x Jake Jensen (bear and cubby) Ransom Drysdale x female!reader (ninja and puppy) implications of the quadrouple (NLLYL AU)

Words: ~1.5k

Summary: Father’s Day with the Jensen-Levinsons.

Warnings: explicit language, brief explicit sexual content (salad tossing, mention of blowjobs, m/m sex), a ridiculous amount of fluff, MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE QUADROUPLE!!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: Happiest of Father’s Day to you my lovely readers from perhaps my favorite DILFs.

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Jake grumbled when he felt Ari kiss his neck, screwing his eyes closed against the morning sun that was filling their bedroom.

“Too early.” He huffed when his husband chuckled into his shoulder, rolling over and burying his face in the pillow to try to force himself back to sleep. “It’s Sunday, the triplets took forever to go down last night, let me sleep.”

“I just can’t, cub.” Ari purred and crawled so his body was stretched over Jake’s, kissing his shoulders and starting to move down his spine while he kept making pleasant noises. “Besides, it’s not just Sunday, it’s Father’s Day. And I’ve gotta show some appreciation for my favorite father.”

“Fine.” Jake let his eyes droop when Ari nuzzled into the small of his back, snorting when he kissed that damn tattoo like he always did before he nipped at his ass and slid under the covers. “But I’m gonna sleep while you eat me out.”

“Grumpy boy.” Ari started rubbing Jake’s ass cheeks before spreading them apart, kissing his little pink hole gently a few times until he heard Jake whine. “Just as long as Daddy gets a good blowjob from you once you’re awake. I’m sure we have plenty of time before the kids…”

“No!” As soon as Ari said something one of the babies stirred on the monitor and the sound of running feet filled the house, making Jake snarl at his husband even as he started licking his asshole. “You just had to say it.”

Ari didn’t have a chance to respond before their door was flung open by Isaac and Eli who were shouting “happy Father’s Day” at the top of their lungs. Jake tried to turn over but couldn’t with his bear holding down the lower half of his body, and said bear had to flatten himself out as much as possible so their children couldn’t see where he was and what he was doing.

“Where’s Pop?” Jake was bright red when Eli asked him that, fighting the urge to punch the lump in the sheets when he felt Ari chuckling against his hip. “We’re making you breakfast!”

Jake’s concern about his wild sons operating cooking appliances disappeared when Ransom walked into the room, though he did get even more red when the man smirked as he took in the extra lumpy blankets.

“You little dudes go wash your hands, c’mon. Give your dad a chance to wake up.” Ransom leaned against the door frame and grinned wickedly after the twins ran out of the room. “Morning Jake. Morning Ari.”

“Morning pretty boy.” Ari beamed at the man after flinging the blankets off his head, ignoring his husband’s scolding glare as he kept kissing his perky ass. “Where’s gorgeous?”

“Feeding the dumplings.” Ransom nodded to the monitor so they could see you sitting in the nursery and holding one of the babies close to your breast. “How long do you two need to finish up here?”

“Fifteen minutes?” Ari hushed Jake and smacked his ass when he tried to turn over again. “I guess I can wait to get my dick sucked until tonight.”

“Aww, the sacrifices you make for your kids.” Ransom sniffed the air and swore under his breath before turning and running down the hall. “Rach! That had better be toast I smell burning! I said no using the stove without me!”

“Oh god… Jesus!” Jake’s concern about what their children were getting up to disappeared when Ari buried his face between his cheeks again, arching his back and moaning while his tongue swirled around his tight pink hole. “Ugh, that feels so good.”

“I know, baby.” Ari purred as he gave one of Jake’s cheeks a gentle bite. “Now hush and let me enjoy my fifteen minute meal.”

Jake’s legs were a little wobbly by the time they made it downstairs twenty minutes later, a huge grin on his face when he saw the smorgasbord the kids had laid out for them.

“Wow, pancakes and waffles and French toast, you guys went all out.” Jake sighed when Ari kissed his temple when they walked into the dining room, his heart melting at the kids all covered in flour as they ran to hug their dads. “You guys are the best kids ever, I’ve gotta kiss all of you.”

“Oh no, dad!” The twins tried to wriggle away when Jake kissed the tops of their heads, escaping when he embraced Rachel only to be scooped up by Ari in a bear hug. “Pop!”

“It’s Father’s Day, you have to accept all of our affection, it’s the rule!” Ari laughed when they kept squirming until he let go of them, giving Rachel her own hug and smiling at Ransom when he came in holding Micah on his hip. “Hey bubba! Can you say ‘happy Father’s Day’?”

“Happy day!” Micah squealed when Ari scooped him out of Ransom’s arms and kissed his chubby cheeks, grabbing onto his beard and pulling playfully. “Happy day, papa!”

“Aw, what about me?” Jake beamed when Micah screamed for him to have a happy day as well, kissing his forehead while Ari strapped him into the high chair while he sat next to Rachel and helped her pile some pancakes onto her plate as Ransom tried to wrangle the twins. “Thank you for this, Ran. Did you guys thank your uncle?”

All of the kids said thank you as loud as they could before starting to stuff their faces, shouting again with their mouths full to say hello to you when you walked into the room somehow holding all three babies at once until Ari stood up to help you.

“Happy Father’s Day, boys!” You handed Caleb to Ari and Shiloh to Jake before sitting down with Naomi in your lap, shaking your head when your husband just let the twins climb all over him. “All three dumplings are fed and very happy. I think we have some presents for you to open.”

“Presents?” Jake laughed when the three older kids all ran to go get the gifts with a chorus of happy yells, the dogs running after them when they charged back into the room with their gifts. “Look at these, did you guys wrap them yourselves?”

Their affirmative answers were obvious from the haphazard folds in the wrapping paper and excessive tape, but they were the most beautiful presents either of them had ever seen. They got homemade cookies with paw prints in them from ‘the pets’ and gave exuberant thanks for them after you whispered that they were sanitary and safe for consumption in Ari’s ear. Ari cooed over the beard grooming kit and hiking guides, and Jake had to kiss the kids all over again when he got his book of dad jokes and a t-shirt that said ‘Dad Jokes, That’s How Eye-Roll’. And they both started crying when the giant photo board was revealed, much to the kids’ embarrassment.

“Okay, let’s all go clean up the dishes so we can go on a hike!” Ransom kissed the top of your head as he stood up, sighing when he got a look at the twins sprinting towards the kitchen with handfuls of silverware. “Little dudes, no running with the cutlery, c’mon!”

“Did you guys like your presents?” You bounced Naomi on your lap while she babbled happily, smiling at Jake and Ari when they nodded and reaching out to let Micah hold on to your finger when he pouted at you. “Well, you deserve them. You are the best dads.”

“We couldn’t do a lot of it without you and Ran, honey.” Ari cradled Caleb against his chest while he snored softly, leaning forward and kissing your cheek while watching Jake kiss Shiloh out of the corner of his eye. “Especially with these three. Do you need to pump at all?”

“No, I did last night and they emptied me out when I got here.” Naomi squealed and flailed her arms and you couldn’t help but smile. “Speaking of me and Ran, I have something to tell you that I need you to keep secret.”

“Oh yeah?” Jake grinned when Shiloh tried to snatch his glasses off before blowing a raspberry against her stomach while she kicked her chubby little legs. “Is this a good secret or a bad secret?”

“It’s a very good secret.” You lowered your voice when you heard Ransom bellow from the kitchen as one of the kids sprayed him with water. “We made the mutual decision that I wasn’t going to go back on my birth control but we didn’t really think about the fact that I’m not exclusively breastfeeding and well… I was late. And I took a test and…”

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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Jake Jensen 100% has a PA piercing YOU CANT CHANGE MY MIND

YES HE DOES !! (hehe drabble below)

me thinks: jake has the whole gamer thing going on, the certified tech nerd in his frat. he's always wearing sweaters or long sleeves, so you're in for a surprise when you attend a mutual friend's birthday party. jake is there, beer in hand and laughing with his frat bros, and his arms are full of tattoos, and so is his chest from what you could see peeking out from under his shirt. you knew he had piercings (various ones on his ears, his nose, eyebrow and his tongue), but it never crossed your mind that he'd be into tattoos.

me also thinks you two get pretty close that night, with liquid courage and the comfortable environment, you find yourself in his lap by the bonfire. you're sharing a drink (something he mixed up in the kitchen) and conversing with your friends. one thing leads to another and he's showing you his bedroom, his gaming system and the many posters on the walls. You sit in his gaming chair, spinning around with a smile, "this is nice and all, but I'd rather see something else."

"Uh.. and what's that?"

"Your tattoos." You lean forward, tugging him closer by the hem of his shirt. "I didn't know you had any, and now I'm too curious."

and well 😳 you've always thought he was cute, but now he's hot as hell, shirtless in front of you and talking about his tattoos in his deep voice. mayhaps... you drop to your knees after noticing the bulge in his jeans (can you blame him? you're looking up at him so sweetly, licking your lips and tracing over his ink. he could get hard if you just spoke to him) and your night just keeps getting better and better after you see the shiny metal hoop going from the slit to under the fat bulbous head: "Uhm... sorry, I probably should've warned you."

"Are you kidding?" You hurriedly strip off your dress, gripping the thick base, he's heavy too and longer than you expected, "You just got a hundred times hotter."

His eyes widen behind his glasses, a red flush blooming from his neck to his cheeks. "Really?"

"Yeah, but you know what'll make you a million times hotter?" You gently kiss up the prominent veins, your panties getting damp at the sound of his quiet groans. "If you let me milk your cock tonight, daddy."

Extra thot: his nipples are also pierced

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dc418writes · 7 months

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✨Pairing✨: firefighter!Curtis Everettxblack!nanny!reader

Summary🪄: You witness Curtis’ jealous side for the first time (Dipped in Guilt addition)

⚠️: age gap (reader is in late twenties, Curtis is in late 30s to early 40s), sprinkle of possessiveness, insinuation to happy adult fun times, pretty much all fluff

*DISCLAIMER!: although visual was made by me via Canva, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of photos used as they were all found on Pinterest*

“Looks like Jensen went all out with this huh?,” Curtis speaks. His son happily sitting in his thick, tattooed arms as you both walk up the concrete walkway

A decorated archway hangs overhead the entire short walk to the front door made to look like a cave full of spiders in their elaborate web. Finn couldn’t be less impressed though, deciding the grey mouse ears on his head - removing them for the fourth time now - were more intriguing than what was around him

“I like it,” you smile. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from Jakey.”

“Of course you’d say that,” he thought. Ever the kind, supportive one, it’s like you were Jensen’s biggest fan

You’d always actively listen when he was going on about one of his nerdy interests. Nodding along and giving your input every now and then about some character or theory you had

You were like that with everyone at the station really. Listening with awe to Ari’s stories of traveling in foreign countries and truly interested in the latest book Cap was reading

You even had a little book club of sorts, which had a small smile creeping along his lips when he’d overhear you on the phone excitedly discussing a part you couldn’t get over

Although Curtis did feel a way about you being on the phone with his station captain so late

And now that he thought about it, why the hell were you calling Jensen “Jakey”?

It didn’t take long for the door to swing open after ringing the melodic bell. Jake smiling on the other side in some outfit that looked like a blue ninja and matching mask as music and giggles could be heard from deeper in the house.

“Hey, come in! Glad you guys could make it!”

“Thanks for inviting us,” Curtis replies stepping in the highly decorated home. There were orange and black streamers along the walls and ceiling along with fake cobwebs and bats. Paper skeletons were along the walls in various goofy poses while a couple larger, plastic ones sat on some of the tables in addition to a mini fake caldron and Halloween themed confetti

Overall, it reminded Curtis of a less cluttered version of a Halloween store the longer you walked through

Clearly the kids loved it how they ran around ogling and enjoying themselves in their costumes

“Very nice Sub Zero!,” you spoke. “Is that the one you found on the site you told me?”

“Yea! And thank you for being the only person here to appreciate an iconic character,” he emphasizes specifically towards a group of kids - including his niece in her ghostface costume - walking past

“Whatever bluey.”

Jensen just shakes his head. “That’s the problem with this generation, no respect. Also very adorable cat and mouse costume you two.”

Tickling under Finn’s chin, the one year old giggles in his grey onesie before reaching for Jake’s glasses - as he usually did whenever they’d see each other.

“And let me guess, Curtis is a…grumpy old trucker?”

Although fitting from the black flannel over his arms, dark jeans that covered the laces of his boots, and ash grey beanie, Curtis just glared in his typical sour puss fashion cutting Jensen’s chuckles short. His once joking mood replaced with a slight look of fear as he nervously cleared his throat.

“S-Sorry, just jokes I swear.”

“Hey, more big people!”

Hearing that familiar deep, soothing drawl, you instantly turn around to find Ari with a beer in hand and in his usual jeans and simple white tee waving from the kitchen.

“So we got adults in the kitchen/dining room, and kids mostly in the living room. Food is in both, but let me know if you guys need anything,” Jensen quickly explains before jogging off at his sister’s call.

“Aww how cute, cat and mouse,” Ari smiles giving you one of his famous bear hugs before gently tickling Finn in his side. “And what about you Curtis?”

“A tired, responsible adult.” Ari chuckles at his friend - expecting nothing less than that response - as you playfully roll your eyes taking a babbling Finn from his arms.

“Well on that note, I’ll leave you adults to it. Cmon baby boy, we’ll have fun for the both of em.”

Curtis’ eyes naturally follow as you stride into the living room while cooing at his son. Ari’s daughter, Maya, excitedly squeals your name once you step foot on the large rug protecting the dark hardwood below. Having babysat her a few times now, she already loved you as if you were her best friend. She also loved Finn, saying how he was the cutest baby she’d ever seen.

“He’s like a babydoll!,” she whispered in awe while holding him that first time. Since then, you, Curtis, and Ari suspected that Maya might look at Finn as her own real life babydoll watching as she took care of him while he played on his mat and would occasionally try to rock him. She even tried to feed him his bottle, but that usually didn’t go well since Finn liked to hold his own.

Seeing you interact with the kids - complimenting their costumes and goofily dancing right beside them - a fraction of a smile tilts the corner of Curtis’ mouth replacing his usual stoic gaze.

There’s also a hint of something waking inside of him every time you hold his son or help him toddle about the room being careful that he doesn’t fall or hurt himself

It’s almost primal or possessive as he feels a low twitch and a warmth bloom along his skin

And he knows it’s bound to get him in trouble

“Stare any harder, and I’m gonna start getting jealous,” Ari smirks handing Curtis a chilled beer from the fridge behind him. Clearly caught, he can only shake his head as the two lightly clink their dark bottles together before taking respective sips.

“So I take it everything’s going well?”

“Yea, she loves Finn and he loves her back. Sometimes I think he might like her more than me.”

“Understandable. I mean she’s prettier, so kind, an amazing cook, funny, gorgeous-,”

“Are you done?,” Curtis glowered lowering the beer bottle from his lips. “Want me to call her back in here so you can find more ways to compliment her?”

He knew Curtis liked you, but he didn’t realize his friend was this deeply smitten. “Relax cowboy, no one’s trying to take your girl.”

Although Ari had to admit, if they weren’t friends he’d be doing any and everything to make you his.

“Whoa, Curtis has a girl?!,” Jake pauses as soon as he steps into the kitchen. A dopey grin on his face much to Curtis’ dismay.

“No, I don’t.”

“Oh he does,” Ari adds only making him more annoyed.

“I’m happy for you man! Finally getting back out there and opening yourself up for love.” Curtis instantly shrugs Jake’s arm from around his shoulder, but the giddy dork only puts it back making Curtis glare at his frosted tipped station mate. “You should’ve invited her.”

“He did. You’ve seen her a few times,” Ari chuckles with a wink before taking another swig from his nearly empty bottle. At first, Jake doesn’t seem to get it quirking his brow in confusion. When things finally click, Jake’s face morphs into surprised realization then excitement looking back and forth between a grumpy Curtis and sweet you in your makeshift cat costume bouncing Finn in your arms.

Curtis knew he should’ve stayed home.

Finally back home, Curtis lounged on his couch with arms crossed over his chest as some old, black and white horror movie playing on the screen mounted on the wall. The younger looking woman screaming in horror as some alien species cornered her in an alley

He couldn’t really pay attention though, with you currently in your room getting dressed to go out with your friends

“It’s our Halloween tradition! Since freshman year, we’ve always dressed up and hung out downtown.”

Selfishly Curtis wanted you home with him. You curled on the couch with your snowman blanket - as you tended to do - only a mere arms length away from him as you both watched a movie or one of your shows

He especially liked Love is Blind, but he’d never openly admit that

As if hearing his thoughts of you, the thick heels of your black booties click down the hall eventually stopping in front of him giving a little twirl and your heart melting grin

“And enter the wicked witch!”

Wicked was the word alright, but not in the traditional since of how the character looked when he was little

He could see your black thong through your lacy, wide legged black pants with spiderweb detailing. Your sleeveless top - lacy and see through as well - showing your black bustier underneath. To top everything off, a purple pointed hat on your head with black cats scattered all around in various poses

He could only stare as you excitedly grabbed your purse from the coatrack and shuffled through its contents making sure you had everything

“If Finn wakes up before I’m back, there’s two bottles in the fridge I made earlier, and the bottle warmer is already plugged in,” you state walking towards the front door as you begin typing on your phone. “Oh and-,”

Not paying attention, you don’t hear or feel Curtis get up closing the distance between you with hands stuffed in his front pockets. Turning to suddenly see his broad body startles you, making you slightly jump and a breathy giggle slip past your soft lips

“You can be very nimble for a guy your size,” you joke, but Curtis just peers down at you looking stoic as usual. “Well, I uh guess I’ll see you later then. Were you gonna lock up behind me or-,”

He simply stays silent looking stoic as usual causing your once good mood to slightly dim

“Um okay..g-goodnight then,” you weakly smile with hand twisting the doorknob. Once you have it open by just a crack, Curtis’ larger hand is pushing it closed again and leaving it there to block you from going out

Effectively confusing and startling you; making your brows slightly knit

“…Is something wrong?,” you ask.

“You want me to start being open?,” he begins still trapping you between him and the door. Not that you were particularly complaining. “Okay then, I don’t like - no, I despise the fact that a bunch of men, let alone one, are gonna have their eyes on you. Wanting something that’s not theirs.”

You can only stand there waiting for him to finish. Your back eventually pressing against the door as you step back trying to move away from his intense gaze

“Now I’m gonna give you an option. You can leave; go have fun with your friends and I drag you back here in an hour not caring if you’re ready to go or not, nor if you’re kicking or screaming when I do it. Or you can rightfully stay here.”

The way he spoke with authority as if he was your father stunned you into near silence, unable to clearly get your response out. “S-Stay?”

“Yes..with me,” he states leaning close enough that you could feel the air from his nostrils skate across your skin. “And I promise to make you forget about whatever grimy place you wanted to go and whoever you were planning to go with.”

You feel your core spasm at such a promise reflexively clenching your thighs together as your tongue peeks to wet your lips and you gently nod in approval. It should be shameful how easily you drop your purse into his waiting hand almost like you’re in a trance, but you could care less letting him lead you to his bedroom. In the morning, you’ll just text a quick apology to your friends about standing them up.

Not that they’d know what you were talking about since there weren’t any plans in the first place

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rogerswifesblog-updates · 1 year

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- chapter 2 -

Series Masterlist

Chapter 1

A/N: Hi! I couldn’t even though I wanted to post the second chapter in a few days but…yeah I’m not strong willed I guess😩🤣 please don’t forget to leave some feedback and reblog!! It makes a writer very happy! Besides, the more feedback/reblogs the faster the next chapter will be posted👀

Warnings: [ bdsm club (I’ve never been to one soit’s all fiction ok?), mentioned oral, mentioned mxm, mentioned p in v, exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral f receiving, squirting, humiliation kink, grinding, cum eating, pierced nipples, tattoos ], oral m receiving, cum swallowing

Pairing: [ Dom!reader x sub!jake Jensen who she spends her evening at the club with ] Steve Rogers x Reader

“So you have a crush on your tutor?”, Bucky asked once again, raising his eyebrows, putting the bar aside, so he could look back at Steve. They were once again at the gym, blowing off some steam, but Bucky quickly noticed Steve was thinking about something else, always zoning out. That’s how they started talking about you. Again. In the last two months Steve could stop talking about you, never confessing that he had a crush. But of course Bucky knew.

Steve sighed, looking down at the dumbbells in his hands. “She’s just so…I don’t know. Totally different from the people at school, so-“ “mature? Yeah I know buddy” Steve looked at his grinning best friend for a while, before nodding slowly. He felt embarrassed about how much he enjoyed the age difference between you two. The way he felt safe around you, for no specific reason. “Yeah, I like that about her. But she thinks it’s a problem. That I’m too young-but it’s only a month till I’m 18. This shouldn’t be a problem then, right?”, his voice was hopeful, as if Buckys opinion would change how you thought. At least it would make him feel better. “Just try to ask her out after your birthday. Maybe it’ll work”, said the brunette, shrugging. Wanting to finish his workout he grabbed the bar, but Steve leaned over him, still not being able to drop the topic. “Do YOU think she’s too old for me?”, asked Steve, somehow carrying a lot of panic in his voice. Bucky chuckled quietly, letting his head drop against the bench.

“You do remember I like older women myself”, he grinned, making Steve blush till the tips of his ears, before he mumbled to him. “Yeah, okay you’re right. I should just talk to her.”

You looked at one of the many pairs in the club, a woman with her sub, kneeling at her feet and kissing her thigh high boots. Normally you’d be on one of the stages, maybe even with Natasha, sharing a sub, but instead you were sitting in the comfortable booths. You mind slipped to a boy you’d love to have kneeling in front of you, but you couldn’t. “It’s just so annoying that he concentrates more on my lips than on the actual words I’m saying, you know? It’s always the same”, you vented in annoyance.

Natasha crossed her arms, looking at you in surprise, while you stared at your drink, not wanting to see the judgment in her eyes. “So you’re saying he’s…kinda cute?”

Now you had to look up at her, even though your eyes fell onto her naked breasts first since he wore just a harness. “I said he’s the kid I’m helping with his math homework that tries to flirt with me all the time and doesn’t listen” “You didn’t deny”, she shrugged. You sighed, shaking your head at that. But she was right. You felt awful for finding a teenager this cute, this attractive. Especially with his pouty lips and sparkling eyes whenever you praised him. “He’s 17, Nat. I can’t have a boyfriend this much younger. Not even after his birthday, just because he’d be 18 doesn’t mean he…we could date. I mean, look at me-“ “yeah, you’re hot. I totally got why he wants you”, she smirked, sipping her martini, her eyes lingering on your mesh top where your breasts and pierced nipples were exposed, you could even see a few tattoos. Rolling your eyes you let out a loud sigh, but there was still a small smile on your lips. “It’s just-I’m pretty sure he’s…inexperienced. I don’t think his first girlfriend should be a regular in…here. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t survive me ”, you mentioned with your hand to the club and people around you.

Natasha laughed quietly. “Isn't that even better? At least his first time would definitely be good and enjoyable. You’re a good dom, you’d take care of his needs”, Natasha was right, but it still didn’t make you feel better. “He’s really nice, Nat….”, you mumbled, your eyes scanning the room for something interesting to look at, stopping at a gagged man being fucked by his boyfriend roughly, pulling at his hair or hitting his jiggling ass harshly. You knew these guys, you could even call them your friends so often you’ve seen and talked to them. Recently they asked you to join them, but you just couldn’t stop thinking about Steve. So you said no. But watching all these people made you crave sex. Or any kind of intimacy at this point.

“You like this Steve a lot huh?”, without needing to think about it you nodded. She looked at you from the side for a moment, putting her hand on your thigh, squeezing. “Just try to think positive. Maybe you could show him everything. Slowly…besides, wouldn’t it be amazing to have an inexperienced guy? You can make him your perfect boy toy. Perfect to please you. That’s everyone’s wish”, her words made you smile slightly. Steve would be a perfect boy toy. A sweet play thing just for you-well, or whoever he’d liked to be shared with in case he’d want to go to this club with you. You closed your eyes for a moment, imagining him on his knees. Begging.

Sighing you opened your eyes downing your martini. “I’ll be back soon, I’ll go find Jake, he said he’d be here today”, you said standing up. “Maybe an orgasm will make you less miserable”, Natasha laughed watching as you walked away.

You found Jake sitting with someone you didn’t know but looking at his expression he wasn’t enjoying it. So you asked him to come with you. And he gladly did, immediately taking your hand. “I’m so happy you decided to come, mommy”, he grinned cheekily at you. “I can tell you hoped for me to be here. You look pretty, babyboy. Always so dressed up for mommy, wearing a collar and pretty nipple clamps. You’re probably already hard in those leather pants, huh?”, he started nodding, while you went with him to a free space, sitting down in a chair. Jake already knew to drop to his knees, watching as you pushed your latex skirt up, revealing your naked, glistening pussy to him. The tattoo he already knew by heart looking back at him from your pelvic. Bon appetite. Oh he’d definitely enjoy the meal.

“Baby, look at me”, he quickly brought his gaze up. “If I do something you don’t like, red, okay? Just the same light system we always use”, you said, spreading your legs even further. Jake nodded, making you raise your eyebrows. “Green, mommy, so green”, he mumbled, sliding closer.

You grabbed the light chain that connected his claps together and pulled gently a few times, making him whine. “Then open your pants for mommy and take that big dick in hand-yeah just like that…now come closer, you’ll eat mommy out and hump her boot, huh? Show everyone what a desperate little slut you are. My little bitch, coming by humping mommy like a dog”, with that you pushed his head to your core and he latched onto your clit, eating you out like a man starving. Meanwhile he humped your leg, definitely feeling embarrassed about how much pre cum he was leaking but you knew about his humiliation kink. And he loved showing off how desperate he was for you. And how good you made him feel.

His skilled mouth brought you quickly to your high, making you squirt onto his chin and chest. This made him shoot his cum onto your boot, grinding himself even faster and harder against you, while still lapping at your slick overstimulated pussy.

You grinned at the people watching you two, bringing one of your legs up, to show more. Some of them were touching themselves through their pants, watching your cunt, while others couldn’t take their eyes off Jake who was still painting the leather of your boots.

“Babyboy I think you should clean the mess you made”, you smirked, pressing your sole against his chest. His cheeks were dark red from embarrassment as he noticed the others around you, but he leaned down nevertheless, licking off his cum from your boot. You noticed how despite his whining and blushing his cock jumped when he lapped at your boot, cleaning all of his cum off.

Watching him you thought about someone else.

Nope, Steve Rogers definitely wouldn’t survive you.

Your next session was the day after, so you went to the club earlier than usual, while Nat stayed for probably a few hours more.

Walking into his room Steve was already sitting at the table, smiling brightly at you. He had such a pretty and sweet smile. His cheeks were covered in a rosy color, making your heart ache. You could tell he was a whole body blusher and you were really curious how this blush looked underneath his clothes.

Fuck, get a grip on yourself.

“Have you done the homework?”, you asked with a friendly smile. He immediately pulled out the notebook he used during your sessions and showed you everything. The smile on your lips stayed, even though he definitely had a few mistakes in his calculations. Always the same mistakes.

From the beginning on he was always making the same mistakes.

A quiet sigh escaped your lips, while you sat down. “You’re already so much better, sweetheart, but it’s still always the same”, you said, not even noticing the pet name slipping from your lips. But Steve did notice it. And boy did he like it. Within seconds he was hard and throbbing in his jeans, trying to pull them away from his tight crotch. Watching your lips move, while you explained…something to him.

You snapped your fingers right before his face. " Earth to Steve? Did you understand the equation?Are you even listening?” According to the stuttering that was coming from him, you assumed it was a big fat no. He was indeed not listening. But still looking at your lips.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”, his question made you raise your eyebrows in surprise, but shook your head slightly. “Not that it’s any of your business, Steve. I’m here to teach you about math and not about my sexual experiences.” His breath hitched at your words, face turning a darker shade of red than ever. “So you had sex?”, you couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped your lips, because, well-you definitely had sex. Very, very kinky sex even.

Looking at him for a moment the corners of your mouth twitched. “Yes, Steve, I had sex and that’s nothing I should be discussing with you, so let’s-” “I never had sex.” His confession didn’t surprise you, because you already suspected it, but you really didn’t want to talk about it. Or think about popping his cherry. Especially since you’d actually love to do that.

After yesterdays talk with Natasha you couldn’t stop thinking about him, not even for a second.

And here he was asking you about sex, telling you he was a virgin.

Grabbing another book you opened it on the needed page and looked back at him. He was squirming in his seat, definitely not listening to anything you were trying to tell him about math. From the tent in his pants you could tell what he was thinking about, making you only shake your head slightly. “Steve, please listen to me. To solve the-“ He leaned a bit closer, but not to listen to you. “And have you ever sucked a di-“ “Steve, it’s inappropriate to ask such questions. Stop it.” You shook your head in annoyance. “Okay I’m sorry, but I’m just curious. Have you?”, he nearly whined. If you weren’t this annoyed you might have found it amusing. But you didn’t. “Yes I have Steven, now stop asking or the lesson will end now. You need to concentrate, your exams are really soon.”

Once again you tried to get his attention back to the tasks, but he seemed interested in just your lips and not the actual words coming out of them. Either way you tried to help him at least a bit by writing down a few easier examples.

But even these he couldn’t solve, always looking back at your lips, irritating you more than you thought possible. You felt how your hands started slightly shaking. God, this boy was unbelievable.

“What’s wrong with you today, Steve? Why are you so distracted?” Hearing your annoyed and slight accusing sound, his shoulder slumped, making him look like a kicked puppy. “Well, I-You said-well, I wanted to ask about how-I mean blowjo-“ “God, if you get a stupid blowjob, would you finally start paying attention to math and not whatever thoughts you have??” A quiet laugh escaped him, making him grin fully. “I’m pretty sure for a blowjob I’d do everything, so yeah-“

With that you pushed his chair aside, so he sat sideways to the table. “What-?“, before he could finish his question, you dropped to your knees, pushing his legs apart. With big eyes he was looking down at you, not knowing what to do with his hands or even how to react. He felt his thigh start trembling and you haven’t even touched him yet. “What are you doing?”, he whispered, slowly reaching out to stroke your hair, but you grabbed his hands, pushing them behind his back. “I’ll give you your damn blowjob so you stop asking about it”, you hissed, opening his pants, pulling them down. He even lifted his hips to help you. Atta boy. Learning so quickly, without needing you to say anything. For a moment you had to hold back a smirk.

There was already a wet spot on his boxershorts, where his tip was leaking, filling his briefs with pre-cum. You leaned down to his crotch, licking over the exact spot, sucking at the head for a second. Steve whined quietly, his hand gripping onto your hair. “Keep your hands be-“, looking up at him you could see he was already a mess. Right. Virgin. You shouldn’t be so harsh with him. “Never mind, sweetheart. If I do something you don’t like and want me to stop say red, understood?”, you said rubbing with your hands over his trembling thighs.

Steve pulled his eyebrows together in confusion, but nodded. “Okay, But why red? Do you like the color or-“ it was definitely not the time to answer the question so you pulled down his boxershorts revealing his hard cock. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft, starting to pump him, while your lips touched his tip, spreading around the pre-cum. The sound he made was poetic. A beautiful and soft whine, while his fingers buried themself in your hair, slightly painful, but you didn’t mind. You liked a bit of pain.

Slurping at his tip you looked up at him, making eye contact. Doing so you felt more pre-cum wetting your lips. Cute. He was getting so excited just by looking at him with his dick against your mouth. For a moment you just toyed with his tip, still stroking his whole length.

Steve pushed your head down, urging you to take him finally in your mouth. For this behavior you’d love to edge him, but then you remembered once again he wasn’t your sub or your boyfriend. You’re just…helping him to end his curiosity. “Your mouth feels so good-fuck”, he moaned, moving his hips against you, fucking your mouth with irregular thrusts, sloppy. Somehow you enjoyed it.

His first blowjobs. First time fucking someone’s face. Your face.

You started moving your head faster, showing off your skills, by swallowing him down, till he was fully nestled inside your throat. Even though his dick still made you gag a few times. This boy was really blessed, you couldn’t deny it and he probably knew it too. “Fuck I- I think I’m close”, he whispered. If your mouth wasn’t full of dick you’d have chuckled. Only a few minutes and he was already on the edge. With one of your hands you started fondling his balls, squeezing them a bit harder than necessary. His leg jumped, hitting the desk beside you, but he seemed to enjoy it, as the sound leaving his throat was better than any you had heard from him. “Fuck I-I I’m coming-fuck please”, he whispered pushing your head down, while his cum painted your throat, filling your mouth with him taste. After letting go of your hair you let him slide out of your mouth, licking his length, while he enjoyed the aftershocks. Then you tucked him once again away into his boxers.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, before sitting back into your chair and putting the examples you wrote down before him. “So, to solve the…”

The face he made was priceless. But at least he solved everything you gave him.

Chapter 3

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georgiapeach30513 · 5 months

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Happy December 4th and another day in December Fun & Silliness Challenge!

Today's challenge: How would Chris & Seb's characters get home to you for the holidays if no driving was allowed? You can pick any character or multiple characters.

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My choice...

Poor Ryan, he's desperately trying to make it home for the holidays but he's got this cocky skateboarder/actor who thinks he can guide the sleigh. Lance "The Gymnast" elf is hanging on for dear life hoping his outfit doesn't fall off because he's commando underneath and it's really cold outside.🤭 Will Ryan make it home in time to open your present? Will Lance's outfit survive the journey or will we see his secret tattoo?

(My edits get worse by the day 😂)

Oooh!!! This is adorable 🥹

I’ve really got my feels on Jake Jensen right now. And what does he have? The Losers. And what do they have? So many forms of transportation. A helicopter, a school bus, a plane. But what happens when you’re stuck at the North Pole and he can’t get to you ☹️

That man is going to have a dog sled full of the cutest fluffers that he completely changed their names. And he will get to you. And then you two can spend Christmas in the North Pole with your gang of sled puppies and enough hot chicks he to make you sick.

#25 days of Chris-mas

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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For the new tattoo fic, how many guys are there?

For the Sin on Skin AU, nonnie?

Bucky (Hottie and Sugar)

Steve (Thorn and Rose)

Andy - (Grumpy and Sunny)

Hal (nickname TBD. His reader is Angel)

Jake (nicknames TBD)

I think that's all for now. 😂 Love and thanks. ❤️

#navybrat answers #fic ask #sin on skin au #tattoo artists #bucky barnes #steve rogers #andy barber #hal carter #jake jensen #sweet nonnie #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated

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randomagnes0210 · 1 year

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Badass Jensen? Yes, please.

#chris evans #cevans #jake jensen #chrisevansedit #chris evans tattoos #tattoed!jakejensen

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chasingmidnights · 2 months

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A Brutal Life Series: Part One - The Right Direction

Part One: The Right Direction

Summary: A friend points you in, hopefully, the right direction of finding out who’s been sending you harassing emails.

A/N: Welcome to “A Brutal Life” Series! I just wanna say that I had fun writing this and I hope you all enjoy this new series! This is a multi-fandom series, so you’ll see various characters from different fandoms strewn throughout! The green divider was made by @saradika.

Warnings: First, this is 18+! Minors DNI or you will be blocked! Warnings to look out for but are not limited to include: mentions of being harassed; mentions of implied stalking; Jake Jensen (he’s a warning okay!); mentions of smoking; there are characters with tattoos & piercings, I know not everyone finds them appealing, but quite a few of the main characters will have them; and I think that’s everything. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read and your own social media consumption. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any and all mistakes are my own; nothing is beta read.

Wordcount: 2,396

The store bell chimed as you entered the quaint computer shop. You nervously glanced around the shop and as you did, you noticed all of the various computer accessories and parts being neatly displayed for customers. For a second, you nearly chickened out and walked right back out the door, but you needed to do this, you needed answers. You tightly held onto the bag containing your laptop and took a deep breath as you continued to look around the store. You weren’t exactly sure what you were expecting when you walked into the shop, maybe something a little more extravagant? But you were glad that it wasn’t, you were hoping that you would get to work closely with whoever would be working on your laptop to figure out your little problem that you’ve been having recently. Your friend didn’t tell you much, just that this guy might be able to help with what you needed.

The man at the counter caught your attention as you continued to stand by the door and scouted out the shop. He wasn’t exactly what you were expecting either, then again, your friend gave you no description of who you were supposed to be looking for when you got to the shop. You eyed the man up and down, he was covered in tattoos, from his neck down and you found yourself wondering how many the man had on his body. His appearance was intriguing to you and you wondered if this was the guy that was supposed to be helping you. Everything about this man had your mind swirling with thoughts and you mean everything. From his sandy blonde hair that was cut short and neatly kept to his well trimmed goatee and his round, metal framed glasses to even his nose ring had you almost foaming at the mouth. ‘Down girl,’ you told yourself. ‘This isn’t what you’re here for.’ You took a deep breath as you adjusted the bag on your shoulder and walked up to the counter, trying not to let the man intimidate you, even though he wasn’t paying any attention to you. Instead, he was going through a large book, making marks in it every once in a while. He continued to work, even when you reached the counter. So, you quietly cleared your throat before you spoke up.

“Are you able to track emails and such?” You asked nervously, glancing around the shop.

The tattooed man eyed you up and down as he arched a brow. “Ma’am, this is a repair shop.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, glancing down for a moment before looking back up at the man. “I-I was told by a mutual friend that you did things like that on the side? I-I have money.”

The man in front of you narrowed his gaze at you as you mentioned a ‘mutual friend’. “ A mutual friend, eh? And who might that be?”

He stood up straight and at his full height, you couldn’t help but feel extremely small. You would need a ladder to be anywhere near his height. All you could do was look up at him in awe, his arms were crossed in front of his chest and with how tight his under armor shirt was, it accentuated his rather large biceps. You had to shake your head and clear your thoughts once again before you could answer him, after all, you were here for a reason.

“Wanda, Wanda Maximoff.” You said quietly, as if it was some big secret.

A smirk formed on the man’s face and it seemed as if his eyes lit up as you mentioned Wanda. “Ah, you must be the friend she told me about, she said you’d be stopping by.”

You smiled a bit yourself as he mentioned how Wanda told him about you. “Did she say anything else?”

“Not really, just that you were having some trouble and wanted to know if I could help, told her that I would try. So, what’s the problem, sweetheart?” The man asked, a bit more casually.

You tried not to grimace when he called you ‘sweetheart’, the pet name forever ruined by your ex. Instead, you took a small breath and answered him. “Well, I keep receiving harassing emails and I don’t know how to stop them or anything like that. I was wondering if you could help me at least find out where they’re coming from or maybe even who’s sending them? I’ve tried, but I’m pretty inept when it comes to these things.”

The man nodded as you explained, scratching the hair on his chin as he did. “Hmm, I can definitely take a crack at it, it might take me a few days.”

“That’s fine. Do what you have to do and I really don’t have a time frame for when I need it back.” You agreed, looking up at the man with hope in your eyes. Suppressing your feelings about hope - a dirty, four letter word in your book. You gave him a small smile as you became lost in his eyes, a beautiful shade of blue.

“Alright, then.” The man with tattoos said, returning a smile of his own. “So, do you have your equipment with you?”

You nodded your head before you started to pull out your laptop and handed it over to him. The man in front of you carefully took the laptop and placed it on the counter before grabbing a notepad and pen.

Any passwords or login information I may need to know?” He asked as he looked down at you.

“Yeah, here.” You then pulled out a piece of paper that had your information on it from your bag and handed it over to him as well.

You had to take a deep breath as the computer shop repair man took possession of the information. ‘He’s here to help you,’ You reminded yourself, your nerves starting to get to you. ‘Wanda wouldn’t have told you to come here otherwise, if she didn’t trust him and if she didn’t think he could help,’ These thoughts did little to calm your nerves, but you didn’t really have a choice here, you had to trust him. You then realized that you didn’t even know what this man’s name was, since Wanda never told you and he hasn’t even properly introduced himself. To be fair though, you haven’t exactly told him your name yet either.

“Oh, I don’t believe I ever caught your name.” You said quickly, the words jumbled together slightly.

A genuine smile formed on his face as you inquired about his name, and you couldn’t help but notice the pair of dimples that had formed on his cheeks as he smiled.

“It’s Jake, Jake Jensen. And I don’t think I caught yours either, sweetheart.”

You wanted so badly to tell him to not call you ‘sweetheart’, but you didn’t want to come off as rude, so you swallowed back the urge and simply introduced yourself to him. Jake’s smile grew as you told him your name, watching you as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, an act he found rather endearing. Now that you had handed over your laptop, all you had to do was wait for Jake to work his magic.

An exhausted huff escaped your lips as you closed the apartment door behind you, you were glad to finally be home. Your thoughts were muddled and you really wondered if Jake could figure out this mystery for you or not. You wanted to hope for the best, but you also didn’t want to get them too high just to have them dashed.

“So, how’d it go at the computer shop?” Your train of thoughts were broken by Wanda’s question.

You gave Wanda a weak smile as you turned your attention towards her. She had stopped painting her toenails and you could tell just by the way she was looking at you that she was trying to tell if you were okay and if something had happened today. You pushed the current thoughts aside as you went to join her on the couch, sitting down next to her and placing your purse on the floor.

“It went alright, said he was gonna do what he could to help.” You answered as you looked at the color that Wanda had chosen, it was a pretty navy blue color.

Wanda nodded her head at your reply, a small smirk formed on her mouth as she asked her next question. “So, what did you think about Jake?”

“Definitely not what I was expecting. How come you never told me about him?” You inquired, wondering what her excuse could be.

Wanda shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. “Jake is a relatively newer friend, I met him a few years ago while you were still with him.”

You grimaced as she mentioned your ex, you weren’t exactly the greatest friend during that time period. But when things went south with him, you were just grateful that she opened up her arms and her home to you once again.

“Right. Have I told you how sorry I am about all of that recently? And that I promise that nothing like that will never, and I mean, never happen again.” You said, giving Wanda your best puppy dog eyes.

“You’re a goober, you know that? And besides, I know it won’t because the next time you’re with a guy, I’m gonna make sure that he’s not a narcissistic asshole.” Wanda said, letting out a small laugh as she shook her head, before getting up and walking over to the kitchen.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way she was walking after just painting her toenails. She was walking quickly and on the ball of her feet. You glanced down at the couch cushion, thinking about what Wanda had just said. She didn’t need to worry about you dating anyone any time soon, because after what you just went through with your ex, you would be fine if you never dated again.

“Oh, and if you think Jake wasn’t what you were expecting, wait till you meet Bucky, his business partner!” Wanda called out to you from the kitchen, breaking you from your thoughts once again.

You looked over at Wanda, tilting your head as you did, your curiosity growing. “Wanda, where did you meet these guys?”

“Well,” Wanda started as she opened her can of soda before walking back over to the couch and joining you again. “That is an excellent question.” Wanda paused as she took a drink of her soda. “Actually, Jake and I were set up on a blind date, but we both thought we were better off as friends after the second date. As for Bucky, well, I would occasionally drop off lunch for Jake at the shop and that’s how I met him. Now we’re all just really good friends.”

“Wait, you and Jake dated?” You asked, you don’t know why, but a small wave of disappointment washed over you.

Wanda arched a brow as she looked at you. “For a bit, but it wasn’t anything serious.” The two of you looked at each other as Wanda paused for a moment. You saw the smirk form on her as she asked another question. “Why? Are you interested in Jake?”

“What?! Don’t be absurd, Wanda! I think I’m set on dating to last me a lifetime.” You answered, your words quickly falling out of your mouth and you started to pick at the couch cushion.

“You know, it’s okay if you are, in fact, I would one-hundred percent support it. I think you and Jake would be good together.” Wanda said, her smirk now a full blown smile.

You shook your head adamantly as Wanda made the suggestion. “Oh no, trust me, I’m good. Thank you, but I’m gonna pass. I think I’m gonna focus on me for the next foreseeable future.”

Wanda playfully rolled her eyes as she took another drink of her soda. You knew that she didn’t believe you, and you were probably fooling yourself, but you wanted to at least try to focus on yourself.

“Whatever you say, Foxy.” Wanda teased, calling you by the nickname she bestowed upon you years ago when you first met.

“So, how about dinner?” I’m starving.” You suggested, trying to do anything to change the subject. “Do you want me to make something or do you want to go out?”

“I know what you’re doing, Foxy, but I can take a hint. How about going out? I’ve been craving something nice and greasy.” Wanda answered, a knowing look on her face.

The two of you settled for a nearby pizza place called Papa Joe’s. When Wanda first introduced you to the place, you were a bit skeptical of the place since it was such a hole in the wall pizzeria. But it turned out to actually be really good and it quickly became one of your favorite places to eat at. However, tonight felt different and as you and Wanda entered the restaurant, you paused as you held the door open for her. You glanced around the nearby area and you couldn’t help but feel as if you were being watched. A feeling you, unfortunately, have become acquainted with as a part of your day-to-day life.

“Hey, Foxy, you okay?” Wanda asked as she turned around, once she realized that you weren’t next to her any longer.

You scanned the area once more, but nothing caught your attention. So, you shook off the feeling the best that you could and turned towards Wanda, giving her a small smile. “Yeah, of course. Come on, let’s get some food!”

The door to the pizzeria closed behind you as you entered and you and Wanda claimed one of the empty booths. However, just down the street was a black Buick with tinted windows and the driver of the vehicle smirked as he watched you enter the pizza joint. He took a puff off of his tobacco pipe as he watched, feeling pleased that he had found you at last. As he exhaled the smoke from his lungs, it filled the space in front of him and slowly moved upwards. He took another puff and slowly exhaled the smoke once more before he started his car and drove off.

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