#yeah Becca I’m gonna make him a god

[currently-becoming-potatoes]

So, this pull has some backstory to it-

I was hanging out with @iivellich when I decided to do this ten-pull, which was my final one before the 3000 pull prize. As I pulled, I said I was gonna stay true to my ice-type sword-user agenda and get Yanqing. She started clowning on him (don’t do that to my son >:(((( ) and he. FUCKIN. CAME HOME.

Followed by her main. Followed by Bronya’s light cone.

And now I’m making it my mission to make Yanqing just as powerful as Kaeya before him. Godspeed, soldier :))))

#hsr #honkai star rail #hsr yanqing #yanqing #hsr pulls #gacha games #yeah Becca I’m gonna make him a god

[dreamwritesimagines]

It feels like they will go from enemies to friends to friends with benefits to lovers and i cant wait for that middle part where they hook up and its obvious it isn't just sex for either of them but also- they can't NOT sabotage it. So my hc is that after the first time they had sex (def more than three times in one night, my boy is a giver) she snuck out of his place and acted like it never happened since whatever he did before to hurt her, so he sees her flirting with someone else and-

"I know what you're doing."

"Well, hello to you too."

"You're ignoring me. And trying to make me jealous. If I'd known that what we did was gonna have this much effect I would've just driven you home that night."

"You're miles away from your territory the day after someone blew up your shipment just to spy on me- if someone's affected its not me, babe."

"And why are you so far from home, dressed like- what the fuck is this dress, cover up."

*basically tosses his jacket over her*

"Oh my god, stop it. You're not my- Nevermind. Look, there's no hard feelings, all right? You're Becca's brother and I respect you to some degree but this isn't happening. I was bored and you were drunk-"

"I wasn't drunk."

"You weren't?"

"Or bored. Far from it, actually."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"..."

"..."

"Do you wanna get out of here?"

"That's- yes."

"Good. Lose the boy's number, you don't need it."

I AM MELTING AT THIS I’M TELLING YOU, I’M MELTING RN-

Darliiiiing! You are AMAZING, THIS IS SO SO GOOD?! 😍🥰❤️

Them being friends with benefits is such a wonderful idea yessss! 😍❤️ And it’s so like them to sabotage it, they can’t help it at this point 😂

after the first time they had sex (def more than three times in one night, my boy is a giver) EXCUSE ME HOLD ON WHAT WAS THAT?! 😏😱

Charm saying "You're miles away from your territory the day after someone blew up your shipment just to spy on me- if someone's affected its not me, babe." while Bucky is trying to play it cool I can almost hear it! 😂

HIM TOSSING HIS JACKET OVER HER😂

It’s actually hilarious because he’s not even doing that to like “protect her” or whatever, Charm has bodyguards who’d cut someone who so much as looked at her wrong let alone approach her in that dress😂 He’s doing that because he’s jealous😏

"Do you wanna get out of here?" "That's- yes." "Good. Lose the boy's number, you don't need it." HI HELLO I AM SCREAMING HERE THIS IS AMAZING! 😍❤️ You’re so talented! 😍😍😍

So this totally inspired me and now I’m thinking about how they would be as friends with benefits who have feelings for each other while being in complete denial 😂 They’d be in bed together and Bucky would be like,

“Come on, get dressed.”

“Why?”

“Dinner. I was thinking we could check out that new restaurant in Steve’s territory, he doesn’t shut up about it.”

“Who else is going to be there?”

“Just you and me.”

“Ugh no! I’m not going on a date with you, ever.”

“It’s not a date—”

“Sounds like a date though.”

“Even if it were, in case it has escaped your notice, you’re literally naked in my bed.”

“That proves nothing.”

“Five minutes ago you were begging me to—”

“Still proves nothing.”

“They have great chocolate cake and we can hook up in the bathroom between the main course and dessert.”

“...Yeah I’m gonna get dressed and put some make up on, we can leave in half an hour.”

#the eye of the hurricane hc #bucky barnes x reader

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This Death That I Chose: Chapter 6

1171 words

CW: past abuse, implied past noncon, conditioning, self harm, pet whump, negative self-talk

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Tao and Marina raided Faye’s kitchen and made themselves chamomile tea; Marina’s idea, she was desperate to calm her nerves. They sat at the kitchen counter – meticulously clean, like all the spaces Faye occupied – and sipped their steaming mugs in silence.

Tao wouldn’t talk – couldn’t talk – because his head was full of the worst-case scenario. If the community voted to trade Karlo, Tao would have to get him out himself. Marina would have to come with, obviously, and maybe the three of them could make a run for Canada – but Karlo wouldn’t want to go, he would still believe he was putting Tao and his mother in danger. What would Tao have to do to force him to come with? How -

His thoughts were interrupted by the front door opening, and two sets of footsteps coming in through the waiting room. Becca and Faye were back. Marina and Tao exchanged a nervous glance, and rose to meet them.

The four of them convened at the bottom of the stairs. Becca wasted no time.

“We voted to protect him.”

All the air rushed out of Tao.

“Oh, thank God!”

Becca scoffed.

“It was fucking unanimous, Tao, did you really have that little faith in our people?”

“So what happens now?” asked Marina.

“Well, given that we learned from Lark – sorry, Karlo – that the Commander more than likely knows our location,” Becca’s eyes met Tao’s, “We’ve decided to give this place up and make our final push for Canada.”

They’d been nested in their current location for years, striking out and bringing home survivors and defectors. The little neighborhood had become their home, and Tao couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow at the prospect of leaving it. Making a final exodus northward had always been the end game, but the hope of finding more people to join them had kept them in place for a long time.

“So we need to start packing,” said Tao.

“We need to start packing yesterday,” Becca nodded, “We have no idea how much time we have before the Commander runs out of patience and brings down hell on us.”

“How long will it take to prepare?”

“Honestly?” exhaustion flickered across Becca’s face, “I have no idea. We’ve been here so long… It’s going to be hard for people to leave things behind.”

Tao recalled Marina’s home – her afghans, her books, her photos. He glanced at her, and found her looking fiercely determined.

“I can leave anything behind as long as I have Karlo,” she said.

“You gonna tell him?” Faye cut in, “He might make another run for it when he finds out.”

“I’m not lying to him,” Tao said immediately.

“Wait, what do you mean, ‘another run for it?’” Marina asked, frowning.

Tao sucked in a breath and reluctantly explained Karlo’s escape attempt. He left out the young man’s reaction to hearing his mother’s name. Marina listened silently, tears welling up in her eyes.

“He really thinks he has to go back, doesn’t he?” she said when Tao was finished.

“Yeah,” said Tao, “He does.”

~~~

Lark needed to go home.

The longer he stayed with the rebels, the more he was being… corrupted. Lark was a perfect pet. He never spoke about his life before, he was so infallible he never even thought about it. That was how he had survived.

There had been four of them, in the beginning. Four young men, taken from different conquered towns.

There had been four soldiers with cattle prods, there to teach them what the Commander wanted from them.

It took four months, in a little shack on the outskirts of the Capital.

Asked to go home? Shock.

Didn’t obey? Shock.

Called out for their mother? Shock.

Talked amongst themselves? Shock.

Didn’t submit? Shock.

Cried? Shock. Or worse.

In one of the brief moments they were alone, in the dim and grime, Lark had held their hands and told them, “It’s easier if you just don’t think about home. Don’t think about your family. Don’t think about anything.”

They’d looked at him like he was crazy.

Even him.

In the end, Lark was the one who walked out of that building, while the others were carried. But Lark was under no illusions. Karlo was dead, too. Lark was a walking corpse. A beautiful, incorruptible corpse that obeyed every order of its master.

A master he was going to return to, one way or another.

Lark needed to get home before Karlo was resurrected.

As soon as Tao and Marina had left the room – no, as soon as their backs were turned – Lark had started shaking like a leaf. He couldn’t control it. He was supposed to be able to, but he just couldn’t, nor could he stop the sob that bubbled out of him.

I want my mom I want my mom I want -

NOT ALLOWED.

Crying wasn’t allowed. Thinking about her wasn’t allowed. Lark was breaking the Commander’s law, and the rules he had set up for himself in order to function. But there was no one here to punish him.

“What do you do when I’m not around, pet?”

Lark viciously bit his teeth into the pad of his right thumb, drawing blood and nearly separating a chunk of flesh. He froze there for a moment, panting, like an animal making sure its prey was dead. Then he licked away the blood and closed a fist around the thumb to apply pressure. He held the fist in front of him, and it was steady and still. No new tears ran down his cheeks. He breathed, deep and slow.

My name is Lark.

I am a good pet.

I do not cry.

I do not think.

I need to go home.

He sank back into the pillows, rolling the mantra around in his head. He descended into a hypnotic calm, separating himself from the world. Either the rebels would trade him back, or the Commander would come and get him. He was going home either way, and there was nothing more he could do to sway the outcome. He was just a pet, after all.

He was nearly asleep when there was a soft knock on the door. He opened his eyes as Tao entered. The man crossed halfway to the bed before stopping.

“The community voted,” Tao said simply, “We’re going to keep you safe.”

So you’ve chosen to die. Lark almost said it out loud, but caught himself. Good pets aren't opinionated like that. Good pets don’t talk the way he’d been talking to Tao.

I can’t fall out of practice.

(But Mom -)

NOT ALLOWED.

Lark could see it clearly now; he needed to convince these people that he was not worth keeping. They had no idea what he was; once they did, why would they want a disgusting sex toy around?

So he nodded. And he lifted his fist, slowly uncurling it, the dried blood sticky and the re-exposed wound stinging.

“Can you help me, sir?” he asked softly.

~~~

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Taglist: @angst-after-dark, @sunshiline-writes, @flowersarefreetherapy, @pigeonwhumps, @whump-em, @morning-star-whump, @thecyrulik

#whump #whump fic #whump writing #this death that i chose #pet whump #cw past abuse #cw past noncon #cw conditioning #cw self harm #cw negative self-talk

[ladylooch]

more kempe😩

A/N: Bless you. Yes. Always gonna be a yes for me. This is a blurb of continuation from the Friends to Lovers I posted last week.

New Girlfriend- Adrian Kempe

Word Count: 951

Warnings: swearing, sexual content if you squint.

“Hey.” I tug at my boyfriend’s fingers as we are leaving our date night spot. He’s trying to head back towards the car, but the ice cream he promised me earlier today is in the other direction. “Don’t make promises and not keep them.” I jokingly narrow my gaze at him. He pauses, adjusting the collar of his jacket as he shimmies it into place.

“It’s that way?” He points.

“No.” I point the other way to where the cone is lit up in neon blue, purple and pink.

“Oh, you want that ice cream?” He cringes, sucking air in quickly between his teeth. “I don’t know if I can afford that.” I snort, eyes widening as I slap at his arm.

“Rich people jokes.”

“I’m not rich.” He chuckles, weaving our fingers together to head towards the “expensive” ice cream.

“That is exactly what rich people say as they wander around L.A. in $900 sneakers.”

“These were more than that.” He says, looking down at his Dior shoes.

“You’re not helping yourself here.” I giggle against his arm, pressing my lips to his bicep. “What even is expensive to you?”

“This $10 ice cream.”

“Oh my god. I’ll make it worth your while later. Maybe suck on something else.” 

“In that case, you can have two.”

“Two!? I’m worth 20 dollars?” We are both laughing hard, bumping into shoulders as our bodies shake with joy.

Our laughter catches attention from other patrons on the sidewalk. A group of girls is hovering outside a popular sushi spot. One of them, a brunette, locks eyes on Adrian and visible lights up. She must be a fan, I think. Adrian being stopped is common for us when we are out.

“Adrian!” The brunette squeals when she steps out to stop him. She rushes forward with her arms stretched out. His hand drops from mine as she wraps her hands behind his neck. Her nails are so long they look like claws against his neck. By the way she touches him, I imagine she’s dragged those along his back before. The thought makes me step further to the side. 

She’s beautiful- stunning really with her shimmery dress, expensive high heels and perfect face. I feel painfully plain. 

“Hey Becca.” He says, hands shoved in his pockets. He glances to me on his right but I’m still looking at her. 

“How are you? Haven’t heard from you lately.” She drawls and sweeps a hand along his tattooed forearm. My skin begins to crawl, getting hot and sensitive at her hands on him.

“Ah, good. Been busy with my girlfriend.” 

“Oh.” Her face falls flat. She glances me over quickly then kind of snorts like it couldn’t be me. Like we weren’t just holding hands. 

Adrian sees her dismissal and doesn’t like it. He steps away from her to sling an arm around my waist. He pulls me into his body, kissing my hair. He leaves his mouth there, speaking to her through my hair as red dusts my cheeks at his affection.

“Yeah. Anyway, we have places to be. Enjoy your night.” He nudges me to walk forward, not even sparing her another glance. I turn my face into his rib cage, grinning against his jacket.

“She was so disappointed by us.” I say as we stop at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. “I don’t think I ever met her.”

“No.” He coughs awkwardly. 

“One night?”

“Eh.” He shrugs. Ah, shorter then.

“Wham bam thank you ma’am?” 

“Babe.”

“I’m not mad, A. I sat across the table from you and your girlfriends over the years.”

“Yeah, it’s just.. I don’t want to look back. I’d rather forget about everyone before you.”

“Poor Becca.” I chuckle, wrapping my arms around his neck. The light changes and other people begin to cross the street. I keep our bodies flush together, watching intently as his face moves closer to mine.

“Lucky us.” He murmurs against my lips. Soft pecks connect us until our tongues lightly flick together. I sigh into his mouth as his hand drops lower on my back, pressing me tighter into what’s building between us. “I have a better idea for dessert.” 

“You’re gonna be better than ice cream? Tall task.” I whisper, feathering kisses along his beard until I get to the smoother skin of his upper jaw. Sweet lips follow a path along my collar bone. His mouth opens along my warm skin, letting his tongue dig a wet circle. His teeth scrape against the same spot until I soften into him. 

“I think we both know the answer to that is yes.”

“Let’s go.” I moan as he sucks my skin into his mouth, nibbling, stroking, igniting a million embers in my soul. “Adrian.” I whine when he continues, making my core flutter with each nip at me. 

“What? I want people to see me marking you as mine. Everyone should know.”

“I’d rather you take me home and mark me where only you and I can see.” His kisses pause. He gradually pulls back to meet my eyes.

“Might need you to show me.” His voice is rough with desire. “Have those pretty fingers touch prettier parts of you.” I let out a light chuckle as he drowns in each flicker of my devious eyes. I step forward, my foot going between his legs, feeling him thick against me.

“Sure, baby. Might even teach you a thing or two.”

“Fuuuuck.” He breaks eye contact, tilting his head back at the sky to laugh. “Let’s go!”

His fingers slide between mine and he pulls us down the street, our excited chuckles trailing along the avenue as we run.

#Adrian kempe #Adrian kempe fic #Adrian kempe blurb #los angeles kings #NHL writing #hockey writing #my writing #writing request

[romanarose]

Seattle: Part 3

Marc Spector X Fem!OC

Chapter 2 : Chapter 4

Seattle Masterlist

Fic summary: A friend from Marc's past calls on him for help when she's trapped in an abusive relationship, but will show allow him and Steven to help?

Chapter summary: Rebecca and Marc travel from Seattle to Rebecca's new home with Marc in New York. Marc reflects on how much Becca changed and the night they spent together

WARNINGS!: Mentions of abusive relationship (not with Marc), mentions of miscarriage, smut, PIV sex, loss of virginity (m and f) fingering, Marc being a bit subby (idk why i moved it to this direction but I thought it would be a bit of a change from other loss of virginity fics)

Scenes in italics are flashbacks.

Italics are Marc, Bold is Steven. This is very Marc focused, but Steven will make appearances.

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Marc waited patiently outside the women's bathroom door for Rebecca to return, he heard her voice as she walked out. “Stop, listen, no, dad”

Anger surged through Marc, but not at her, never at her. Why was she talking to her dad? He knew she was back in contact, that she had been at least since the wedding, where Marc avoided him simply out of respect for her and her wedding day. Not that he had any respect for her marriage, he always hated Jack, but purely out of respect for Becca. Jack had hated him from the beginning, as did her dad.

“Yes, I’m getting divorced. I know you don’t approve, but that’s what I’m- god, I know how old I am!”

Marc, as irritated as he was, couldn’t help but smile a bit. This, this was the Rebecca he knew. Not the watered down, painfully polite, passive version. No, the version he knew was this; the version that stood up for herself, the version that stood up to her dad, no matter what happened. 

“Hey dad, Marc and I are going to study in my room” She called to her dad as she dragged Marc down the hall to her room, passing the living room where Carl sat watching the game. Packers game. Of course he was a fucking Packers fan, only person in Chicago who was a fuckign Packers fan.

“Stop.” He called.

In front of him, you stopped, pausing for a moment. He could feel you prepping yourself. 

“Becca, get in here.” He called again.

Rebecca turned to Marc quickly, shoulder length brown waved bobbing as she grabbed Marc’s shoulder, whispering. “Stay here, don’t. Move.” When she walked past Marc and he turned, she stopped dead in her tracks. “Don’t”

Rounding the corner, she put on a smile as she disappeared. Marc could make out some of the words her dad said, names he called her: Slut, whore, bitch. The usual. A slap. Marc clenched his fists tightly, nails digging into his palms. He wanted to go in there, to protect her. But he knew that would make things worse. She said to stay, he had to trust her. 

“We’re not doing anything, dad. He’s just my friend.” a pause and her dad said something. “Maybe I’m gay” She taunted. Marc smiled, there she was, until he heard another slap. 

Rebecca came flying out of the room, grabbing Marc’s hand and pulling him into the room. She called to the living room. “We’re keeping the door open!”. When they sat on the bed, Rebecca noticed Marc looking at her red face. “Don’t”

“Beccs, we can study elsewhere, it doesn’t have to be here.”

She shook her head. “Nope. This is my home. I understand he doesn’t want me getting pregnant under his roof so I’ll respect keeping the door open, but I’m not going to tip toe in my own home”

“Oh yeah, Jack talk to you huh? Jack also tell you he bruised three ribs and scalded my face with hot water?...... Ohoho of course you don’t see a problem with that…. Take a wild fucking guess who I’m with….. Yeah, you’re favorite…. I don’t have an attitude, I’m an adult! Okay, you know what? I’m gonna hang up, Marc and I have a very busy day ahead with our illicit affair, lot’s of extra marital sex to have, babies to make.” With that, she hung up.

Rebecca turned to Marc, who stared at her, mouth agape. “What?”

“Nothing.” He smiled, shaking his head. “Just happy to see you being yourself.” 

Her face faltered a bit. “Was I too harsh?”

Marc groaned a bit. “No, sweetheart, not at all. C’mon, let’s find food.”

They talked together through the busy airport. Ironically, their layover was the Chicago O'hare airport. Both of them opted to not sightsee in their home city. They found a sandwich place and sat down.

“He said I’m not getting any younger.” She grumbled. “That I’m not going to find someone to marry me now.”

I would Marc thought. I love you, I love you, I love you Marc felt like it would burst out of his mouth.

“Like I even want to get married again, after that shit show.”

Marc knew this, of course. No part of him held out hope that this would make her love him. He knew his time passed. The morning after they made love, he hadn’t said anything, they never addressed it. His window closed. Now she was scared, traumatized, and lost. His job wasn’t to manipulate her into love or sex, his job was what it had always been, and what he had always failed it. Protect her.

When the waiter asked what they wanted, Marc ordered a BLT

“And for you, ma’am?”

“Same” Rebecca ordered, drinking her water as the waitress walked away. “When did I go from miss to ma’am?”

BLT. She ordered a sandwich with pork.

So? Steven questioned.

She was always observant…

She looked up at him, finding his quizzical look. “What?”

Marc didn’t falter.

Rebecca’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, you’re judging me for eating bacon!”

Marc rolled his eyes. “I’m not judging you! I literally ordered the same fucking thing.”

Rebecca didn’t back down. “Wow. Wow. You have no right to judge me.” She was only half joking, her genuine distress being covered by an overly dramatic call out.

Marc raised his hands defensively, giving a little laugh. “I’m not! I don’t care what you eat!”

With an aggressive point, she defended herself, although Marc got the feeling she was defending the sandwich to herself more than him. “I fell out of habit, that’s all”

Marc couldn’t help the dry laugh that escaped him, eyebrow raising. “You fell out of the habit? You didn’t eat pork the first 30 years of your life and you just…. Fell out of the habit?” His face slowly faded into a frown of concern. 

She dodged his eyes. “What does it matter? You always ate pork. Besides, I ate it when we were homeless.”

“Beccs… I had to practically force feed you.”

Rebecca had been trying to trade food with Marc from the soup kitchen. “Give me your side and I’ll give you my hot dog.”

“No way, betukah.”

“You don’t even like corn!”

“You can have my corn, but I’m not eating your hot dog, you need protein. You’re gonna freeze to death when the cold comes.” Right now in the summer, neither Marc or Rebecca could fathom the cold, not with the sweltering heat clinging to them. 

Rebecca scoffed. “Well, I’m hoping to not be homeless this winter, Marc. Besides, I don’t eat pork, you know this.”

Marc rolled his eyes. “What kind of Chicagoin doesn’t eat hotdogs.” his chicago accent making it sound more like hahtdahg.

Holding up a finger for each point, she countered him. “One, jews, for the last 100 years, two, Chicagoins isn’t a word”

Marc got more serious. “I think God will understand.”

She shook her head. “I can’t go to Shabbat, not when we’re trying to avoid everyone. I refuse to get lazy. If I start eating pork, I’m going to start slacking on other things, and I just won’t do that.”

Marc thought for a moment. “I promise you, if you eat this stupid hotdog, which, by the way, probably isn’t even real meat,” he said with a little smile. “I’ll take us to the suburbs to go to Shabbat, away from the prying eyes of the Chicago jewish population. When she still hesitated, but was clearly mulling it over. “Listen, I had an aunt who was diabetic, right? One day I caught her eating while the rest of us were fasting for Yom Kimpur. I asked my dad, and dad said that she can’t fast, God doesn’t want us to do things that harm us. And remember Rachel Rosenbaum, who went to a treatment center for anorexia? She isn’t allowed to fast either, because it might send her back to spiraling. God doesn’t want us to hurt ourselves. I think he’d rather you eat. Especially because we didn’t have lunch. Or breakfast.”

With a small frown, she agreed.

Rebecca wouldn't look at Marc.

Marc, mercifully, filled the silence. “What did he do to you, Rivkah? I noticed… he didn’t like you being Jewi-”

“He wasn’t against me being Jewish!” Rebecca raised her voice. When she noticed people glancing over, she lowered her voice, finally looking at Marc. “His religion was just very important to him, as mine is to me. We found compromises.”

“You had an entirely christian wedding, Rebecca. You didn’t even have the hurrah. It’s not a compromise if you give up everything.”

“Can you drop it? Please?”

“Why are you defending him again?”

“Marc, please drop it!”

Marc was silent.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be”

“No, Marc, I-”

“Honey.” Marc caught her brown eyes again. “Honey… it’s me.” Marc took in how much she changed. Her hair, which she always kept shorter, was long, past her chest. It was so much lighter… And straight. That stood out. She was always proud of her large hair, thick with waves. Her face was still burned, likely would be for a long time, but the doctor assured it would fade away, maybe completely by a few years. What had he done to her? How had he managed to break her down piece by piece, until not only was she physically unrecognizable, but her personality had been stripped away. “Rebecca, you can argue with me. You can disagree with me, call me out. You always have. Don’t stop now.”

“I know.”

When Marc found her exiting the doors of her college, her face lit up brightly. “MARC!” she shouted, running to him.

He hadn’t told her he was back in the city. He hadn’t intended to come, but he had nowhere else to go. Actually, that wasn’t exactly true. He could go anywhere. But nowhere called to him. Only she did. It was early November, 3 months since he left. He had intended to stay away. The deal had been that Rebecca would start school, her full tuition being paid for by scholarships and aid, and get an apartment while Marc would find his way elsewhere. Where, he didn’t know. But somewhere else. It killed him to leave her, but he needed to go, and she needed to stay. She wouldn’t leave her brother, who was still living with her dad. 

“Marc, why are you here! Not that I’m not happy, but I thought you were down south?”

He was. He was busy fighting in less-than-legal fights; he was good at it. He had made a fair amount of money.

“I’m back, because you didn’t keep your promise” Marc frowned at her. “You promised me you would get an apartment for the winter, I know you have enough saved up” 

Holding Marc’s hand, they began walking down the street to Rebecca’s bus stop. “I know, I tried, Marc! No one wants to rent to an 19 year old with no credit, so I’ve been couch surfing.”

Raising an eyebrow, he doubted her. “Couch surfing?”

She sighed. There were no secrets from Marc Spector. “Okay, it’s some couch surfing. Some shelters… and sometimes I stay with my dad”

“Beccs-”

“You don’t get to do that.” Rebecca stopped on the sidewalk, facing him. “You left, Marc. And that’s fine, please know that’s fine, you have to do what you need to, but so do I. And sometimes that means swallowing my pride and staying with my dad until it gets bad again”

Feeling his jaw clench and tick, he tried to not react too strongly. “Until things get bad again?” He asked.

Rebecca sighed, starting to walk again. “Yes Marc. I’ll go there, stay a few days or a few weeks until he hits me again, is that what you want to hear?”

“No! Why would I want to hear that?” He trailed after her. He knew what he had to do. As much as he hated it, as much he hated the idea of being in Chicago or even talking to his dad. But he does it. He asks his dad to cosign a lease for him and Rebecca, a short term, 6 month lease to get her through the winter safely. They split everything, as much as Marc tried to pay for it all. Rebecca had pride, and refused to let Marc pay for everything. As much as she had always let Marc help, she refused to become dependent on him, on anyone, let alone a man. How things had changed with Jack.

It was dark by the time they trudged into Marc’s apartment, the cold March of New York seeping into their bones. “It’s not much, but it’s ours” He gestured to the open studio. It wasn’t as small as their place in Chicago when they were teens. No, that place was tiny, big enough for their full sized mattress, fridge, stove, and a few plastic bins in which they kept their clothes, much of which was shared. Rebecca had preferred t-shirts and loose jeans, men’s clothing a far reach from the clothes she had now. Maybe she grew up, maybe after working professionally she found a liking for nice clothes, but Marc couldn’t help thinking Jack was changing that part of her too.

“It’s nice.” Rebecca smiles genuinely, taking it in. It was a little messy, piles of books and take out boxes, but minimally decorated. She assumed the books weren’t Marc, they must be- She gasped, turning to Marc covering her blushing face. “Oh my god!”

Marc looks panicked. “What?”

Rebecca continued covering her face. “Oh my god, I haven’t met Steven!” Rebecca had been so caught up in being back with Marc, she had forgotten about Steven. Marc had, of course, told her about Steven and Moon Knight. No secrets, not between them.

“Is that all?”

She removed the hands. “He must think I’m so rude!”

Marc laughed. “Trust me, honey, he does not think that. Would you like to meet him?”

She perked up at that. The light in her eyes that he missed so much returning, just a bit. “Can I?”

That alright Steven?

Yes! I would love to

“Hello love! So nice to finally meet you, Marc’s said so much about you, I feel like I already know you.”

Rebecca’s grin widened “It’s nice to meet you too!”

Ever hospitable, Steven showed her the bathroom. “I’m sure you’d like to shower and get settled in, Marc brought some clothes from your apartment but if you need anything, you can use ours, and use whatever is in the shower.”

Rebecca laughed a bit. “You mean Marc’s 3-in-1?”

“Well, actually, I have converted him to actual shampoo, body wash and conditioner.”

“Really.” Rebecca looked impressed. “I thought his hair looked particularly pretty”

Pretty Marc thought She thinks my hair is pretty

Steven grabbed a towel from the closet. “Here, Oh!” He got a second one. “For your hair. We can go to the store tomorrow and get you what you need, alright? After a good night's sleep? And we have a friend who said he’ll be your divorce lawyer-”

Steven

Rebecca’s eyes left Steven and her previously genuine smile changed to something estranged, an attempt at remaining polite. “Thank you Steven, but I don’t need charity. I just need a place to stay while I get on my feet. I have money saved up, and I still have access to Jack’s bank account, and the money I had from my job before he made me quit. And I can easily find a job, there’s always a need for social workers and my license is still active.”

“Oh no! Don’t even worry about that, he will do it pro bono, and we don’t mind buying things while you get on your feet, it’s no problem!” Steven, stop “And don’t even worry about work yet, we need to get you to a doctor first, get through the divorce so you don’t have to deal with him-” Steven, she doesn’t-

Her voice was strained in a distressed smile as she interrupted him. “Steven, that’s very sweet of you, but I can handle it, okay? Thank you for your hospitality, I do appreciate it.” Her eyes pleaded with him to stop. Leave it, please.

Steven nodded, nervously ringing his hands. “Okay, yeah, absolutely, whatever you need” Steven saw her wince. “Or don’t need!”

Rebecca gave him a soft smile, then headed to the shower, carrying her towels. When the door closed, Marc took the body again

What was that? Did I do something wrong?

No, no, she’s just… she doesn’t like depending on people. Never has.

But she’s here, she needs help.

It’s a little different with us. We’ve always just been… We’ve always needed each other. And right now she’s embarrassed.

She shouldn’t be, none of that was her fault

I know, I know Steven. But I also know her, and her pride is wounded. We have to let her handle herself, and just be there when she needs us. She’ll tell us what she needs. 

Bullocks, this is going to be hard.

I know.

Steven was a caretaker, this went against everything in his nature.

The night was cold, colder than shit, record temps in Chicago. They had been spending way too much on heat lately and he and Rebecca were huddled together, comforters covering their heads to try and stay warm. They had spent nearly a year at this point sleeping in each other’s arms, that wasn’t new or weird. But something about this… was different. Maybe it was how they had spent the last several months playing house, essentially functioning as a couple in every sense except sex and the name. Maybe it was the fact he, completely accidentally, had turned around too fast when they were changing, and he seen her in her underwear. Maybe it was the fact Rebecca didn’t cover up, didn’t yell at him or panic. Maybe it was the fact she smiled at him as he stared like the dumb teenager he was.

Maybe it was the fact her ass was pressed right up against him.

But he felt himself getting heard. And he felt her heart pick up as she noticed.

“I’m sorry” He mumbled, scooting back and starting to remove his arms, face blushing an insanely bright red as he intended to get out of the bed.

She grabbed his arm, gluing him to her. “Stay.” she whispered. Hesitantly, she ground her ass back into him, eliciting a whimper from his mouth. 

“Beccs…” With a slow hand, he moved the hand around her stomach up to just under her breasts, unable to cross the line to touch her. After everything, he still couldn’t bring himself to do it. All these years of restraint were hard to break out of.

Her back was to his chest as he spooned her. She took his hand and guided him to her chest; once there, he groped at her, thrilled beyond belief that this was happening. “Marc, I want this.” Becca interlaced her fingers with his. “Do you?”

Marc lightly kissed her neck, taking the opportunity to take in her scent. “I think that’s obvious.” He rutted his thick erection against her.

“I didn’t ask if you were horny, I asked if you want this.” Rebecca sighed out as he dipped his cold hands under the shirt to feel the soft skin of her breast. 

She was everything he imagined, living up to every thought he had while touching himself in the shower. “Beccs, what are you talking about?” Everything he knew about women, which wasn’t much, came from his dad, who had taught him to make sure she wanted it, to not pressure her. And here she was checking on him.

“You’d do anything for me, you always -hmmm- you always have” A hand reached around behind her, feeling his ass in the pajama pants. “But I don’t want you to do this just for me, I need to know you want this.” Neither had ever had sex before. Their close friendship had largely kept other potential offers away in high school, and even with their short absence from each other, neither had interest in anyone else. 

“I want you” Her hand moved his lower, across her stomach, hearing her breath hitched when he reached between her legs. Marc sucked on her neck, moving his lips up to where he had wanted them for years. “I’ve always wanted you, no one else, only ever you”

“Fuck” she breathed out, nails digging in through the thin material of his pants, into the skin she wanted to touch. It was too cold to fully undress, the frigid walk home still felt in their bones. 

His lips were on her cheek. “Can I kiss you?”

Giggling out her reply, she turned her head to meet his. “Sweetheart, your hand in between my legs.”

He still smiled softly at her, adoration shining through, even in the darkness under their blanket. “Can. I. Kiss. You.” He punctuated each word with a kiss on the cheek, fingers beginning to strum on her clit with her guidence, making her buck against him.

Rebecca didn’t beg. Not to her dad, not to teachers, not to anyone, especially not men. But the way she looked at him, desperate and pleading, the words left her lips as she took his hand, bringing him against her entrance. “Marc, please?”

Marc obliged, taking her mouth in his, as his finger entered her.

When she emerged from the shower, she looked more tired than ever.

But something else took his notice. “Rebecca…” She was drying her hair with the towel wrapped around her. He couldn’t even find it in himself to be distracted by her body in the towel; he’d seen her in a lot less. “Your hair is still straight.” He didn’t know much about hair, but he was pretty sure that water made hair curl again. 

She looked at him a bit confused for a moment, then it registered. “Oh. Yeah. I got it chemically relaxed”

Marc’s eyes widened a bit before narrowing in confusion. “Why? You loved your hair?”

Rebecca rolled her eyes, going to her bag of clothes “It’s easier to manage this way.”

Marc wasn’t dropping it, eyes following her. “That’s why you always had it short.”

Rebecca threw the clothes on the ground. “Can you drop it Marc? I’m tired. I don’t know if you remember, but my sleep was interrupted last night.” She glared. “I want to go to bed.” After a pause to look at Marc’s sad face, she softened. “Sorry, can I lay down, please?” She grabbed a throw blanket and went to the couch.

“Aht aht aht!” Marc tried to grab the blanket. “You’re my guest, you’re not sleeping on the couch.”

Putting her hands on her hips, her face reset in determination. “This is your home, I’m not taking yours and Steven’s bed while you sleep on the couch.” Despite the exhaustion clear on her face, he knew she wouldn’t budge.

“We could… I mean it’s a queen… we could share. It wouldn't be the first time.” Visions of that night they spent together nearly 20 years ago, and he quickly added “I can afford heating this time, so we can use separate blankets.” Marc tried to avoid cringing. They never talked about it, not after all this time. 

She watched him, considering. “Okay. But if I get annoying, you have to kick me out. Steven okay with this?”

That’s fine. You can have the body when we go to sleep so she’s not sleeping next to a stranger

“Yeah, he said he won’t take the body at night, it’ll just be me.”

Rebecca nodded, body visibly relaxing. “Okay. You do what you want, I’m going to lay down. You know I can sleep through anything, so don’t feel like you gotta go to bed or anything.” She climbed into bed, and Marc joined her.

“I’m beat, I think an early night would be nice”

Becca eyed him like she didn’t believe him, but she didn’t have any fight left. 

She was warm, so warm against his finger. “Marc, I’ve touched myself before, you don’t have to- ah!” She moaned out as Marc added a second finger. His were thicker than hers, that was for sure. Rebecca could feel him move against her thigh; he liked the sounds she made. “Bring your other arm under me, baby” she coaxed, Marc did as he was told, both arms were now wrapped around her, holding her back to him. His fingers felt incredible, but she needed more, more of him. 

“Show me what you need honey, I want to make you feel good.” Marc was not prideful. Rebecca knew Marc had never so much as touched a woman yet, and the fact he didn’t act like he automatically knew everything just endeared him to her even more, if that was even possible. 

“Keep your fingers inside, touch me” She whispered.

“Where?”

“Everywhere, Marc. I want to feel you everywhere” And she did. Nothing existed but him, his hands, his mouth, exploring her both over and under he clothes; in turn, she rewarded him with touching his fully erect cock through his pants, giving him all the pretty little sounds he kept chasing. She felt her orgasm approaching, her breath becoming hitched and strained as the little world they had always existed in felt like it was drawing in on itself, pulling each other ever closer.

“Fuck baby” his fingers picked up speed, the wet squelch of her cunt filling the small apartment. “Are you getting tighter? Is that good or bad?”

She nodded, her poofy hair tickling his face. “It’s good, that means I’m close, don’t stop.”

Marc had no intention of stopping, if he could, he would never stop unless she said so.

When Rebecca came, he could hardly see her face, but god, if the sound she made wasn’t the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. Incredible. He wanted to spend the rest of his life coaxing those sounds of her, if she’d let him. He’d learn her body, learn what she liked, learn what made her sound like that.

When he climbed into the bed next to her, he fought the urge to draw her into his arms as they had done so many times before, time and time again when he stumbled back into her life and she welcomed him with open arms. Always open arms. In the years after she graduated college, she often opened the door of her apartment to find Marc. Sometimes he was beaten and bloody, sometimes wet, sometimes starving. When he had nowhere else to go, he had her. They always shared what they had, always. Rebecca would bandage him up, feed him, and he’d stay with her until that itch came back. Sometimes a few days, sometimes a few months. Sometimes he’d see his dad, sometimes he wouldn’t. Never his mom. Although they slept in each other’s arms everytime until she married Jack, they never had sex again. After half an hour, Marc turned over to look at her, surprised to find her staring at the ceiling, tears falling down to the pillow. 

“Hey, hey sweetheart, what-” He almost finished that sentence.

She snorted out a small laugh. “Oh god, you were not about to ask what’s wrong, were you? After the day we had?” But she smiled at him, knowing he meant well.

Brushing a bit of hair that seemed to uncharacteristically her away from her face, Marc returned the smile. “Force of habit. Anything you want to talk about?” Marc took her hand. If she didn’t want him to touch her, she knew she could pull away. She didn’t.

“It’s stupid.” She sniffled.

“Rivkah” Marc kissed the side of her head, her straight hair unfamiliarly smooth on his lips. “You’ve been through hell, whatever it is, it isn’t stupid.”

She sighed. “I keep thinking about the pregnancy. It hur-” Her voice cracked, and she cleared her throat before starting again. “It hurts, which doesn’t make sense, I don’t even know if I was going to keep it. I don’t have any right to be upset about the miscairrage when I might have had an abortion.”

Marc waited for a moment, making sure she was done before talking. “You always have a right to feel what you feel, Beccs. Even if you had an abortion, you’d have a right to mourn that. You always wanted kids, you just didn’t want one under these circumstances.” He played with her hair with the hand that wasn’t holding hers. “If you’d like, I can talk to my dad and see if he knows any Jewish rituals or traditions for miscaraige? I don’t have to tell him it’s you, unless you want him to pray for you or-”

She turned to face him. “Since when do you talk to your dad?” 

“Rosh Hashanah, actually. Remember when you called?” Marc waited until she nodded. “I ended up uh… well I actually came to Chicago. Made it for the last night. Met him at a synagogue”

Rebecca propped herself up on her right arm. “You went to services? With your dad?” A  small smile was growing on her face.

Marc nodded. “Yeah, we even got dinner after… we talked about things, just a bit.”

Eyed widening, Rebecca tried not to react too heavily. “Oh?”

“Yeah” He laughed out. “It wasn’t much but he… he said sorry. And I forgave him.”

“Marc…” She squeezed his hand. “I’m so proud of you.” Rebecca let go of his hand, to his disappointment, but that disappointment was subdued when she cupped his face to his kiss forehead. She laid back down on the pillow, and Marc did the same; faces so close, he could kiss her. “If you could talk to him, I’d appreciate that, and I’d love for him to pray for me. Thank you.”

“Do you need anything to help get to sleep? I don’t have any melatonin, I have benadryl that might help?”

Her face showed hesitation, as she weighed her answer. “Marc, I know it’s been like, 5 years, other than last night, which was a special circumstance…”

He knew what she was asking. “Always, Beccs.” 

Rebecca grinned at him, planting three kisses in quick succession: forehead, nose, lips. It was so fast he didn’t process what happened until she was wrapped up again in his arms. This was right. This was what should’ve been. What could’ve been if Marc didn’t allow himself to get in the way, how it would’ve been if Marc hadn’t spent his youth as a rolling stone, a rambling man. She wouldn’t have bruised ribs he had to be careful around and her face wouldn’t be red and raw.

“We can stop, Beccs, if you want” Marc assured her, his fingers drenched in her, rubbing his slicked up hand along her thigh, under her sweatpants.

“I don’t want to stop” She turned back to kiss him, gently biting his lip. “Do you?”

Marc returned the kiss, feeling bold enough to quickly suck on her tongue, rewarding him with a moan from her mouth. “No way”

Despite this, Marc didn’t make a move to undress her, he continued rubbing her thigh, kissing her and caressing her body. Rebecca knew he was nervous; worried he’d hurt her, worried, he’d do the wrong thing. He wanted to take care of her the way he always had. She rolled over to face him, happy to see his handsome, youthful face. “Can I help you baby?”

Marc looked at her with awe and wonder, only capable of nodding. He watched as she reached back down her pants, touched herself for a moment as her free hand pulled his length from his own restraint. When her hand withdrew from between her legs, Rebecca’s come coating her hand and fingers, she wrapped that hand around his cock, a gasping Marc having to stop himself from coming right there. “Fuck, f-fuck baby”

Rebecca kissed under his jaw. “See how wet you make me?” Instead of an answer, a loud whine escaped him. He was completely at her mercy, he would do anything she asked, forever and always. She shuffled down her pants just far enough to allow him access, lining Marc up at her entrance. She lifted a leg up over his hip, giving his access. “Marc, honey, you’re shaking… are you okay?”

He nodded vigorously. “I just… I never thought I’d be this close with you.”

“Can I pull down the blanket? I wanna see your face.”

Marc nodded again. The air outside their little world was brisk and cold, but the light allowed them to see each other clearly. She didn’t want to miss a minute of this. She ran her fingers through his hair, reveling in the thick curls. “Can I ride you, baby? Would that be alright?”

Marc wondered if he was dead. She wanted to ride him? Not only did she want him, but she wanted to take care of him. “Please?” He pathetically whimpered out, all his bravado was gone. He existed completely and wholly for her. 

Rebecca shucked off her pants, laying Marc on his back as she straddled him. He was so beautiful, the light of the moon bathing him, illuminating his features; he looked like he was born under it, belonged to it, was destined for it. Rebecca continued kissing him, every moonlit feature she could find. “Are you sure honey?” When Marc again begged for her, she lowered herself onto him.

A choked sob escaped Marc’s pretty little mouth as he felt her swallow him, wet and smooth and soft. He opened his eyes to see her wincing. Marc reached up to touch her face. “You alright, Beccs? I don’t want to hurt you”

When she looked down at him, she was smiling, adoration lighting her eyes, love for the man under her. “Oh sweetheart, I’m perfect.” When she sank down, feeling him buried fully in her sheath, they moaned in unison. Marc was her first, but she was no stranger to penetration and began to move on him quickly. They remained chest to chest, two layers of all-too thick clothing separating them. Their mouth’s never left each other, their hands exploring their bodies that seemed so new, yet so familiar. They knew each other, seen each other in swimsuits and underwear, bodies familiar and comfortable to their touch. Years of close friendship, codependency, and blurred lines of friendship and attraction, all came together. There was no doubt in either of their minds in this moment. It was love. Maybe it was always love, that something beautiful bloomed the moment he opened his door to find her with that terrible food. They were interconnected by their souls for the better half of their lives, it was only fitting they were connected by their bodies. 

Rebecca had always believed that virginity was a silly thing to get hung up on, but she wouldn’t have had this any other way. There was no one she trusted more, no one she loved more than Marc Elias Spector. There was no one she would rather this be with. He was perfectly deep inside her, hitting that perfect spot. He was perfect. He was everything. She knew Marc was not done wandering, that when the lease was up and he knew she would be safe and warm, he would leave. There wasn’t any idea in her head that this meant they were together, that this was forever. No, that wasn’t who Marc Spector was. He had miles to before he sleeps, and miles to go before he sleeps… but this, this would always be them. One of several firsts they would only have with each other.

Marc gazed up at her, unbelieving that she had graced him like this, giving herself to him, trusting him… He couldn’t picture a better moment. Marc was so entranced, so enamored by the look of her, the feeling of her lips lavaciously kissing him as her wet cunt took him, he fooled himself into thinking this was forever, they were forever. He would never leave, he could never leave her, not after this. Not as long as she’d have him. Rebecca was everything, forever. Everything. His hands roamed her, claiming her, mine, mine, mine. He would never let anyone touch her if she gave herself to him. If she wanted, their bodies would be entwined like this the rest of their lives. Two beings, completely united as one. He would give up traveling, living in this god forsaken city, for her.

“Beccs, honey, I’m not gonna last.” His hips involuntarily bucked up to meet her.

“It’s okay baby.” Rebecca kissed him gently, lightly tugging on his hair. “I don’t want you too, come when you’re ready.”

Marc grabbed her hips, his touch still soft, he moved her along him.

This shot a spark through Rebecca, bringing her closer. “Fuck, just like that baby, take what you need, fucking take it.” 

“Want you to come again, Becca. Tell me what you need, please, I’ll do whatever you need.”

“Just keep doing that, Marc” Rebecca slipped a hand between their bodies, touching herself. She spread her fingers along her lips, feeling him enter her and the wetness between them. She massaged her clit with her left hand, her right hand on Marc’s face.

“Fuck, say my name again, please” He begged.

“Marc” A kiss on the side of his head. “Marc” otherside. “Marc” Neck. “Marc” His lips. She chanted his name into his mouth as she kissed him, until it melded into a moan, swallowing the sounds of the orgasm her tightening cunt drew from him. Years latter, both would reflect on this, the stupidity of two teenagers having unprotected sex and coming inside. Neither had been taught about female birth control or plan B, and barely knew what a condom was. But right then, it felt right, they felt like the entire universe existed only in that moment, in that tiny, shitty studio, and between their two bodies.

Rebecca turned her back to him, and Marc wrapped his arm around her the way he had done for 2 decades, the way he had last night while she cried herself to sleep. She settled right in, sighing in contentment. This is how it should have always been.

Right before he fell asleep, finally able to relax, knowing she was safe, he heard her.

“Marc… Do you ever think about that night?”

“All the time, Beccs. All the time.”

When he was sure she was asleep, Marc closed his eyes. It wasn’t often he prayed, but this was a special occasion. She was safe. She was here, with him, safe. With a soft whisper, he said the words he remembered his dad praying after the safe return from a travel. 

“Baruch ata Adonai, Eloheinu melech ha-olam, ha-gomel t’chayavim tovim she-g’malani kol tuv.”

(Blessed are You, Lord our God, ruler of the world, who rewards the undeserving with goodness, and who has rewarded me with goodness.)

Rebecca was his goodness, she always had been, and he was so blessed.

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[eadanga]

Addicted to You Part 8

Summary: Esang is the maid of honor in her best friend’s wedding what happens when she meets the sexy best man?

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Esang sat with MC as she banged her fists on the table and Chris paced around “I can’t believe we lost the venue!”

“Yeah how is it we were just there to give the money what happened?”

Chris stops and looks up “I’ll tell you what happened Becca happened”

MC stands furiously “I knew it! What did she do?”

“Bribed the owner to make us lose it but don’t worry MC I took care of it”

“You did how Chris?”

“Told them I’ll sure the hell out them if we didn’t get that venue back good thing our NFL team has lawyers they helped us out”

“Really did it work?”

“At first they didn’t believe me but then they called them and threatened them so they gave us the venue back and told me what happened”

MC sighs “Thank God”

“Now what are we gonna do about Becca?”

“I’d say lets all confront her now that stupid stunt was crossing the line”

Chris nods “Good idea”

Esang grins “Oh let me get Shakarree over here I know he’ll like to say somethings too”

MC smirks “Oh you mean your lover boy?”

“Knock it off” Esang shoves her playfully as MC laughs

MC giggles “Sorry boyfriend”

“Yeah yeah tease all you want”

Shakarree arrives an hour later he kisses Esang on the cheek then sits down next to her “So we’re taking a bitch down today?”

Chris chuckles “Yeah that’s right”

“Good I didn’t like her at the party she just acted weird and crazy”

A knock comes to the door and Chris opens it and Becca smiles as she flutters her eyelashes “Chris I knew you’ll call me”

“Becca we need to talk now”

“Oh? Why Chris?” Chris steps aside and Becca sees everyone sitting glaring at her “What’s going on?”

MC stands “Listen bitch we had enough of your stupid games!”

Becca glares at her “Who you think you talking to?”

“You bitch!”

“We know all about the crap you pulled at the venue good thing we got it back”

Becca huffs “Ugh I swear useless people”

Chris frowns “So you admit it? Why did you do that?!”

“Because! I don’t want you marry her! You should be marrying me!”

Esang scoffs “Who would marry you?”

Shakarree smirks “No one not even her fake husband”

“How’d you find out about that?”

Esang laughs “None of your business that’s how”

“Yes we know about that too Becca did you make that up just so you can show off to Chris?”

Becca stomps her foot “I was trying to show Chris how successful and rich I’ve become! While you’re here with your lowlife friends!” Becca jabs a finger in MC’s direction “I’m much better than you!”

“Better at what? At being fake?”

“I hate you Chris should be mine but you stole him from me!”

MC laughs “I didn’t steal anything not my fault he chose the better woman”

“You bitch!” Becca lunges for her but Chris holds her back

“You’re not gonna touch her! Becca get out and don’t ever bother us again!”

“But Chris I love you so much”

“I don’t love you and I never will now get out!”

Becca huffs and walks out the door then she turns around “This isn’t over you won’t live happily ever after I’ll make sure of it”

As she leaves MC yells “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out!”

Esang and Shakarree crack up as Chris shuts the door

MC rolls her eyes “What is wrong with that bitch?”

“I have no idea” Chris walks over to MC and takes her hands in his “But she won’t ruin anything”

“I know she won’t Chris”

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[sl-newsie]

Chapter Thirty Three: Back From A Trip (Spot Colon x Female Newsie)

(Warning: Slight intimacy at the end)

“Danny! Vinny! Stop your roughhous’n and clean up this mess! Tommy- no alcohol! Put that bottle down NOW! Mink, Lucky, you goils go start dinner. Binx and Ness, you go call in the oddas for chores!”

I give a desperate sigh and slump down in a chair. This can’t go on… But I can't break. Spot’s depend’n on me.

Spot’s been gone fer a week on a business trip, someth’n ‘bout a conference with folks in Chicago. Accord’n ta Spot, there’s big business there. Why Chicago newsies has anyth’n ta do with us, but I trust his judgment.

But be’n Spot’s second-in-command, AND his wife, I godda keep things tight around here.

“Becca, the meat’s ready,” Mink calls.

Ugh. Here we go.

I begin cooking, all the while giv’n order to the olda fellas com’n back from sell’n. They’s still try’n to grasp the fact that I’s in charge, but it’s caught on nicely.

Now I hear Bucky and Scabs.

“Hey Becs what’s for- whoa!” Scabs gasps at the sight-a-me: frizzy, unkempt hair in a knot smashed unda my hat, soak’n in sweat, grease, and Lord knows what else, my face red from stirr’n a pot-a soup, hold’n a carv’n knife in a not-so-friendly way.

“Hey guys,” I attempt to smile, but my eyes fail me.

“Why don’t you sit down and let us finish up?” Bucky suggests, already steer’n me away from the counter. 

“No, no- I’s almost done-” I protest, but my eyelids are weigh’n down…

“Becca, you’s done plenty for us-”

“Spot would keep go’n, so I will too,” I stubbornly lift up my head and try to ignore my ach’n head.

“Yeah, he would. And he’d work himself to sleep, same as you’s do’n right now.” Scabs slings an arm unda me and guides me to the couch. “And he told us to make sure you don’t wear yourself out.”

“Sounds like him,” I mudda as my eyes start to give out. “Wake me when it’s chow time.”

But they don’t. Instead, I wake up to dark surroundings, and only a small candle next to me. I sit up, unaware of the time, and look around.

“It’s 11:30.”

I nearly punch out all-a Danny’s teeth.

“God! Don’t do that! You’s gonna get a fist to tha face!” I hiss.

Danny, sitt’n at the kitchen table, holds up his hands. “Sorry, sorry! I’s just wait’n fer you ta wake up so I’s could tell ya ta go back to sleep.”

I groan. “I said wake me up before dinner.”

“Yeah, ‘bout that… Afta you’s fell asleep we’s all thought ta let you keep sleep’n, since you’s been werk’n so hard ‘nd all. So just lay back down and go to sleep.” He pivots and struts oudda tha room, leav’n me in cold, lonely darkness.

Guess I should head upstairs.

I drag myself up, quickly rinse myself with a washcloth and put on my nightshirt. When I lay down, it’s so quiet…

I close my eyes, and lose track of time, until…

“Ugh.”

I feel a shape lay down by me.

My eyes pop open at the familiar voice, and I lift my head up to see a figure lay’n next to me.

“Spot?” 

“Hey Beauty.” 

“Spot!”

I can now see his smirk’n face as I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his chest.

“I thought ya wouldn’t be back for anodda week!”

Spot wraps his own arms around me and pulls me closa, mutter’n in my ear.

“I’s supposed to, but they cut it early. Business looks good, so tha trip weren’t all a waste. Sure was tire’n though. How’d you survive here?”

I sigh. “‘Survive’ is the right woird. It’s like a demilitarized zone here! I had to break out a belt a few times just to warn the oddas ‘bout misbehav’n!”

“I’m sorry.” Spot bites at my ear and I let out a soft moan, which gets a chuckle outta him.

I feel bad for complain’n, see’n as how he’s just as tired. And if he’s so on-board with be’n intimate…

“Don’t worry ‘bout me,” I whisper as I lay him back and start rub’n his head. “Just relax.”

Spot looks at me funny, but then closes his eyes as I rub his brow. With my odda hand I gently rub his chest.

“Shoulda seen Lake Michigan… it’s so pretty…” Spot muddas. “Ran into some old friends… some good… some bad… Had to end a few fights-”

(That explains his bruised knuckles.)

“Shh.” I place a hand ova his mouth, which he kisses. I lean in and whisper: “Let me calm you, and forgetaboutit. Just relax.”

He does, and lets out a satisfied moan. His tense body melts into the bed, and his hands snake over to grip my hips, someth’n that sends pleasure all through me. 

“Thank you.”

“You are eva-so welcome.”

I brush my leg against his, and his hand flies to his mouth ta keep him from moan’n.

“You don’t have to do that, Spot. Lemme hear those beautiful noises.”

Spot nods eagerly, and when I gently bite his collarbone he lets out a loud groan.

“Rebecca- you’s really got a hold on me,” he leans his head back. “How’d I get so lucky?”

“I ran inta ya, that’s how.” I chuckle. I keep a steady friction, and sometimes teasin’ly graze my fingers ova his skin and he flinches.

“Rebecca Colon, don’t you dare tease me!” Spot gives a stiff laugh and grabs my hips to flip me ova so he’s on top.

“Let’s see how you like it.” He smirks.

I grin back. “We’ll see, Spotty.”

Now Spot presses himself on me and rests his forehead on mine, interlock’n our hands togedda.

“You knows I’ll stop if you tell me,” he whispas. “Right?”

I look past his sharp blue eyes and read him to see if he’s right- and it’s when I see his eyes melt into a soft puddle that I give an approve’n nod.

“I know.”

Spot’s eyes now light up and he kisses me deeply, but then seems concerned.

“What?” I ask anxiously. “Did I do someth’n wrong?”

Spot gapes and hugs me closer to him. “God no, Rebecca. It’s just… I don’t wanna hurt you.”

At this I stifle a laugh, see’n as how much pain I’s gone through, but then Spot in an all-serious tone says: “I’s been too rough before, and I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Oh.

“Um, Spot- how many goils have ya… you know…?” This is insanely uncomfortable, but it’s important.

Spot frowns, and is hesitant to answer. “Three.”

He anxiously waits for my reaction, which is a bit surprised. I’s was expect’n a lot more, but at the same time I’s worried ‘bout expectations. 

“Thanks for be’n honest. I-”

“You’s ok with it?” Spot looks just as surprised.

“Yeah- ‘course I’s is. I’s been sheltered my whole life, so I understand that I’s not really… experienced. I’s just nervous ‘bout do’n someth’n wrong-”

Spot ends my sentence by kiss’n me again.

“Rebecca, you don’t have to worry ‘bout pleas’n me. You do that every day. It’s time for a taste of yer own medicine.” He leans in and muddas in my ear. “Just relax and let me do tha woik.”

“Oh-ok.”

“Just say the word and I’ll stop,” Spot runs a hand through my hair.

I nod. “Sure thing, Spotty.”

"I’s so grateful that you’s my wife,” Spot breathes.

A part of me gets a spark of electricity and I wrap my legs around him in a big embrace that shows just how happy I am. I see Spot’s eyes widen, and a part of him looks even more happy.

“Thank you for being my husband,” I say back to his wide eyes, lean’n in to kiss his cheek.

“Guess I’s should leave town more often,” Spot blinks with a smirk.

“You do, and half the boys’ll be dead.” I threaten lightly. “I luv ‘em dearly, but they’s a handful.”

“Not as much as me,” Spot states.

“What? I luv ya too much or you’s a handful?” I ask smugly.

“Is it too much to ask for both?”

I shake my head. “For you, neva.”

Spot looks up. “You tired?”

I nod. 

“Alright.” He gets up and I groan at the loss. “Just a second, I ain’t leave’n.” Spot chuckles.

He repositions himself so he’s lay’n flat-back on the bed and motions for me to come ova.

I inch ova and lay my head on his shoulda, exhale’n deeply and drift’n off to sleep…

“G’night Rebecca. I luv you more than life itself.”

I smile softly before I go under. “Welcome home, Sean.”

#Newsies #newsies musical #newsies broadway #newsies 1992 #spot colon x reader #spot conlon #newsies x reader #Jack Kelly #david jacobs #Les Jacobs #sarah jacobs #racetrack higgins #racetrack newsies #crutchy newsies #crutchie morris #kid blink #skittery newsies #boots newsies #specs newsies

[the-iceni-bitch]

The Bachelor Disaster

Part I/II

Pairing: dilf!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist fem!reader, almost bratty slut!Bucky Barnes x soft dom!Thor Odinson

Words: 1.2k

Summary: Bucky gets cockblocked.

Warnings: explicit language, almost explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, public sex), slutty Bucky makes dumb decisions, mentions of pregnancy and labor, 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Alright, I hadn’t originally planned on this being a two parter, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how to transition between the two big scenes, so I figured I’d cut the transition out and just give you the good stuff!! Hopefully my muse wakes up a little more and I can give you guys part 2 and a wedding before Tuesday 😘

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“Shut the fuck up, Wilson!” Steve smacked his friend on the shoulder when he booed at him as he dug his phone out of the bin, flipping the rest of the assholes off when they kept hooting good natured insults at him as he wandered away from the table on drunken legs. “I’m not pussy whipped, I’m considerate!”

“Whatever, think you just miss the sound of her voice, lover boy.” Sam grinned and caught the napkin Steve chucked at his head, making kissy noises at the blonde’s back while he wandered away to call you. “Hurry the fuck up, it’s your bachelor party, wanna hit that cigar lounge before it closes!”

Steve didn’t even get a chance to throw a retort back at him before his phone was ringing in his hand, a lopsided grin spreading his lips wide when your face flashed on his screen, finding a secluded and relatively quiet corner to take your call and try to not sound too drunk.

“Baby!” He failed at not sounding drunk, speaking far louder than was necessary but unable to care because he was so happy to hear from you. “I miss you!”

“Oh, Stevie! You sound like you’re having such a good time.” Something in your voice was making him confused, you sounded a little stressed. “Why haven’t any of you been answering your phones?”

“Bucky made a no phones rule for the night, I only picked up because he disappeared somewhere.” He felt himself sobering up as he listened to your voice, something was wrong. “Doll, what is it? Did something happen? Is Sarah ok?”

“Baby, no, don’t worry, everything is fine, sort of.” There was some sort of commotion in the background and your voice was muffled for a second until you came back to him. “Becca’s in labor.”

“What? Oh my god, the twins! Connor’s gonna lose his… shit!” Steve was feeling too many emotions at once, horror finally taking over when he remembered where he was. “Fuuuuuuck, we’re in Toronto.”

“What the fuck are you doing in Toronto?!” Steve could hear someone (he was pretty sure it was Winnie) screech ‘Toronto?’ in the background and he winced. “Steve, you were supposed to stay in the city.”

“Shit, someone mentioned they wanted dim sum and sake and Buck was right there with a recommendation for the best sake place he’d ever been. Yeah, it was Thor.” Steve started rushing back to the group in a frenzy. “Oh my god, they’re going to kill him.”

“There’s a line, you would not believe the looks I started getting when I mentioned Toronto.” At least you sounded amused, chuckling softly while someone with you ranted incoherently. “I think Winnie is calling her son an idiot in several different languages.”

“He is an idiot, a slutty moron.” Steve ignored his friends’ questions as he dug through the phones and chucked Connor’s phone at the man. “Baby, I’ve gotta get these assholes to move, I have to go, I love you so much. Try to talk down the Bucky kill squad, ok? Connor, your wife’s having your babies, get your ass in gear.”

“What?! Goddamn it, I knew we should’ve stayed in New York! Why do I listen to that dumbass?”

“I don’t know, where is the idiot?” Steve looked around as everyone started frantically packing up. “Shit, Thor’s gone too. Where’s the bathroom?”

It didn’t take him long to find it, slamming the door open and sighing indulgently when he walked in to find Bucky on his knees at Thor’s feet with an enraptured look on his face. A look that fell to an annoyed snarl when he spotted Steve out of the corner of his eye while he reached to start undoing Thor’s belt.

“Get the fuck out of here, Rogers, we’re celebrating.” He rubbed his face into Thor’s bulge and groaned at the scent of him, feeling like he was about to melt into the floor when the blonde ran his fingers through his hair and cooed at him.

“Hello Steven.” Thor gave Steve a very pleased grin as Bucky kept mouthing at the outline of his cock through his pants, shushing the brunette when he tried to get Thor to pay attention to him again. “James here was a little insistent, just loves love.”

“Yeah, I’m happy for you, but we have to go.” Steve chuckled when Bucky growled at him and shot him a venomous glare, striding forward to start the task of pulling the two of them apart. “Buck, your sisters having the babies, we have to leave now.”

“What?!” Bucky froze and gazed at Steve with wide eyes, spluttering uselessly while Thor did up his pants in a rush and the two of them dragged the stunned man to his feet. “But she’s not due for another two weeks!”

“I’m sure she’ll appreciate you explaining that to her once we get there.” Steve and Thor dragged the poor man out of the bathroom while he still kept spluttering hopelessly. “Please let me me there when you try to justify this to her and your mother.”

“Oh my god, my mother!” Bucky sucked in a harsh breath and dug in his heels once they got him outside, shaking his head with a horrified look on his face as Steve frowned at him and Thor held open the back door to the car. “Steve, they’re going to kill me! Maybe I should just stay here.”

“No, you’re not going to miss the birth of your nephews just because every woman in your life wants to hurt you a little bit right now.” Steve finally shoved him into the car and they took off, Bucky pouting to himself as the two blondes just grinned at each other. “Your jet gonna be able to meet us at the airport, Odinson?”

“Yes, and I believe Samuel is arranging for a police escort from La Guardia, so with any luck we should be at the hospital within three hours.” Thor grinned when Bucky let out a sullen huff as he leaned on him, winking at Steve when he rolled his eyes before turning to nuzzle into Bucky’s hair. “That’s enough pouting, James, you know I don’t appreciate brats. You’re going to meet your nephews soon, cheer up.”

“No, I’m so happy I’m gonna meet those little dudes and Becca’s gonna be such a good mom.” Bucky relaxed a little when Thor pressed his lips to his temple, giving Steve a small, slightly goofy smile when the giant bit at his ear before it fell into another whine. “I was just so fucking close!”

“Oh my god, do not complain about getting cockblocked by your sister going into labor, they already want your head on a pike.” Steve shook his head and dragged Bucky off Thor once they arrived at the airport.

“We’ll get another chance, love, don’t worry.” Thor cooed at Bucky when he started pouting again as they boarded the plane, grinning at the rest of their friends before pulling the stairs back up and letting the pilot know they were ready to go. “Just worry about apologizing to your mother and sister so they don’t actually kill you.”

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[witchwyfe]

red lipstick | rc

| pairing: (non canon) rafe cameron x female reader

| genre: fluff, college rafe, halloween fic

| content warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol/drinking, mentions of food, a few tears

| précis: you get your boyfriend to dress up with you.

| word count: 1,512

You could barely believe it yourself when your boyfriend agreed to coordinate costumes with you.

Well, scratch that—you could believe it, but it was the particular costume you’d chosen that he agreed to—that shocked you.

Here you are in your hot Cruella de Vil costume—black dress, (fake) dalmation coat, and red gloves—drawing spots onto your boyfriend’s face.

He’s already wearing the white t-shirt you used a sharpie to draw spots on, and the dalmation ear headband you found online is sitting on the bathroom counter as the final piece.

“Nose or no nose?” You wonder, your eyeliner pencil hovering over his skin.

“No nose.” He responds. “Otherwise it’ll get on your face when I kiss you.”

You pull back an inch, raising an eyebrow. “Who says I’m letting you kiss me?”

A cocky smirk pulls on his lips, his own brows raising. “You really think you get to look that hot and not get a kiss from me?”

“I thought I always looked hot.” You pout playfully, crossing your arms against your chest.

“Wait baby, that’s not what I meant, you know you do and I—” His rambling is cut off by your laughter, heat seeping into his cheeks.

“You’re mean.” He pouts.

“You’re cute.” You retort, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Now c’mon and put this headband on, we gotta leave soon.”

You check your wig in the mirror, and touch up your red lipstick, before turning back towards Rafe. “C’mere babe.”

He stands next to you for an abundance of mirror pictures, before you look down, tugging your phone down to your gaze.

“Should I call an Uber, or do you wanna drive?” You wonder, looking up at him. “I’m probably gonna get drunk, so let’s not rely on me to drive.”

Rafe laughs, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. “I can drive baby.”

“You sure?” You frown. “You don’t wanna drink?”

“Still living with the consequences of last night’s party, so I’m probably gonna stick to water. Maybe a drink or two.” He grins.

“Okay.” You peck his lips before grabbing your bag.

Less than ten minutes later, you’re pulling up at the house that Topper lives in—his frat’s house—and Rafe parks his car at the curb.

You hop out of the car before he can come over and open the door for you, earning a tiny frown from your sweet boyfriend. You grab his hand in yours, tugging him along.

“You look really fucking cute by the way.” You giggle, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. You look at the lip-shaped stain your lipstick left behind and grin proudly.

“Leave that on.” You tell him. “So, if anyone see’s you, they’ll know you’re all mine.”

His heart thrums against his chest, cheeks heating up despite the cool night air. “Bold of you to assume I’m leaving your side tonight.”

You make a hum of approval, before pressing your lips to his for a real kiss.

“God, quit mackin’ on each other and get in here!” Topper calls from the door, Kelce and both of their girlfriends, standing nearby.

You pull away from your boyfriend, more giggles spilling from your lips as you run up to greet your friends.

Layla—Kelce’s girlfriend—and Becca—Topper’s girlfriend—pull you into a little group hug and squeal your name excitedly.

“You need to catch up girl!” Layla giggles, holding up her cup. “Let’s get you something to drink.”

“Hell yeah,” You agree, turning back to blow a kiss to your boyfriend.

“I miss Rafe!” You whine, dropping your head onto Layla’s shoulder. She laughs, sliding an arm around your waist to help you walk.

“It’s only been like twenty minutes,” Becca chuckles. “You’re cute.”

“Where is he!?” You wonder, reaching on your tip-toes to try and see better. You’re suddenly happy your boyfriend convinced you to wear your high-top Converse instead of the heels you were originally going to wear, and you’re hit with an overwhelming wave of love for him.

A few tears slide down your cheeks, and when Layla feels it dripping onto her collarbone, she freaks out.

“I thought you peed on me!” She giggles.

“I don’t pee from my face.” You grumble, using your thumb to wipe them off of her. “Did I ruin your dress?” You wonder, suddenly yanking your head up, and looking at her—eyes wide.

“Honey, a couple tears did not ruin Layla’s dress.” Becca says rationally. “And Layla, how the hell would she pee on you?” Becca laughs at your antics, the least intoxicated out of all of you.

“I miss Rafe.” You say again.

“I know you do. We’re looking for the boys right now.”

Becca struggles to pull her phone out of her pocket, not wanting to take her hand off your arm.

“Top just texted, he said they’re outside.”

You sigh in relief, now opting to put your weight on Becca, with an arm still wrapped around Layla. The three of you make your way outside, slowly, wobbling and stumbling.

Becca sighs heavily once you all make it outside, beeline-ing to where she sees the three boys standing in a circle, talking.

“Hi boys,” She greets, staggering toward them. “A little help please?”

“Is that Rafe!” You wonder, jerking out of your friends’ hold. You hurl yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He wonders, running a hand down your hair. “What happened?” He directs this question to Becca, worry etched onto his features.

“Nothing, nothing, don’t worry.” She assures. “She said she missed you and she started crying a little, that’s all.”

He nods before looking down at you again. “You’re crying because you missed me, sweet girl?” He murmurs, so only you can hear him. You nod slowly, looking up at him, mascara-stained tears tracked down your face.

“Don’t cry, I’m right here.” He soothes, kissing the top of your head. He runs his other hand down your back slowly, heart fluttering when you curl your face in his neck.

“I think maybe it’s time to call it a night.” Kelce suggests, looking down at Layla, who’s pressed against him, struggling to stand.

Becca nods in agreement. “Good idea. I’m wiped from hauling these two around.”

“Thank you for that by the way,” Rafe smiles, looking at Becca.

“Of course,” She waves her hand dismissively. “They’re my girls, I’ll always look out for them.”

“I love you Becca.” You say cutely. Now you direct your gaze at Rafe, pulling your face out of his neck. “You said you wouldn’t leave me tonight.”

He starts to laugh until he catches your pout. “Baby, I didn’t. You and the girls went to the bathroom for like twenty minutes. I was with you the whole time before that.”

“Okay.” You nod, satisfied with his answer. “I just missed you.”

“I missed you too sweet girl.”

“My little dalmation.” You coo, reaching up and squishing his cheeks. “Where’s my lipstick, Rafe? I need to give you another kiss.”

He laughs easily, tightening his grip on you. “It’s in the car baby.”

“Can we go get it?” You wonder, coupling a pout and puppy eyes at him.

“How about we go home?” He offers. “Then you can get your lipstick in the car?”

You sigh, biting your lip as if contemplating. “That’ll be fine.” You nod, grabbing his hand in your own.

“Goodnight besties!” You call, waving in the general area of your friends.

Rafe chuckles again, waving as he digs his keys out of his pocket. Rafe wraps his arm around your waist for the short walk to the car, your stumbling steps making him nervous.

Once you reach it, he opens your door, waiting for you to get in. “Do you need some help pretty girl?”

You turn to him, arms crossed against your chest, and one eyebrow raised. “I thought you said I was hot?”

He flushes, scratching the back of his neck. “You are. You’re pretty and hot, baby.”

When you don’t budge, he clears his throat before speaking again; “Come on, hot girl, get in the car for me.”

You grin ear-to-ear, nodding before climbing into the passenger seat. Rafe leans over you, buckling your seatbelt for you, so that you don’t even have to bother with it.

“Thank you handsome.” You grin, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

His skin flushes under your touch, and he just nods before shutting your door and getting in the driver’s seat.

“Did you have fun tonight sweetheart?” He wonders, once his own seatbelt is done, one hand on the wheel, and one stretched behind your seat as he prepares to back up.

“Yeah,” You smile up at him. “But I wanna go home and cuddle now.”

“We can do that.” He smiles back, endearment painting his features.

“Okay.” You hum happily, before tugging his arm into your lap, and leaning against him. “Wait, Rafe, one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Can we get McDonald’s too?”

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[becca-e-barnes]

Becca I just read what you wrote about possessive husband Steve and wow 🥴

It made me think about what if Steve comes home from a mission and sees reader in this

“I’ve been waiting for you Stevie”

he’d go absolutely feral 😵‍💫 imagine all the dirty things he’d say 🥴

First off, I need that set, it’s gorgeous 🥵

But rn I’m imagining (your boy,) nomad Steve 😉 does this gif not look like he’s saying “oh my god”?

But yeah, Steve comes home, maybe just from getting groceries or something, he doesn’t expect his girl to be all dressed up when he gets back.

But there you are, turning around to face the open door, standing in front of him with your body encased in delicate, sheer fabric and a nice pair of heels and Steve is gone for it.

He can feel his dick stirring in his pants already and shit, he knows he just has to look away to take a second to compose himself or he’ll ruin you

“Oh my God.” He mumbling the words under his breath at the sound of your heels clicking towards him, the smell of your perfume wafting ever closer

“I’ve been waiting for you Stevie.” Your tone is so painfully seductive, it takes every last ounce of resolve in him not to just take you, rough and fast on the nearest surface

Your hands are on him, tugging off his jacket and T-shirt but he still can’t look at you

He’s not used to this. He’s not used to feeling out of control in his own body, his thick cock hardening of its own accord is just another painful reminder that his control is slipping

“What are you all dressed up for Bunny? Did I forget our anniversary?” Your face is so close to his, your soft hands all over his body and he finally lets himself look at you, eyes trained on your face rather than wandering to the body that he considers to be absolutely perfect.

“No silly, I just missed you!” Your little giggle makes warmth bloom in his chest

“My sweet girl feelin’ naughty? Got me all worked up already. Won’t be holding back on you tonight angel, gonna fuckin’ ruin you.” His voice is almost a growl, pupils blown wide and a shiver runs down your spine

Truthfully, this was exactly what you wanted. You wanted him to lose it a little. Take out all his frustration on you. Let your body become his safe haven.

“Don’t want you to hold back. Be as rough as you like.” Your little teasing whisper makes him force his eyes shut.

“You know your safeword?” He gets the words out through gritted teeth while you lift one of his huge hands, bringing it to your own waist

The contact with your skin sets him off and as soon as you mumble “dolphin”, he’s scooping you up, carrying you to the bedroom

And that’s how you end up wrung out and overstimulated, four orgasms deep and Steve has only just started to fuck you

“Shit baby, what a pretty mess you’ve made on daddy’s cock. You like that Bunny, you like it right there?” He’s purposefully angling his thrusts to slam into your gspot, hand pressing over your tummy to heighten the sensation, thriving on your whines

You’re a babbling mess, letting every sharp thrust rock your body. Your panties were just pushed out of the way but apart from that, your whole little outfit was still intact

“Fuck, look at you, you’re drooling for it. Fucked every thought from that sweet brain of yours. Wasn’t this what you wanted though? Wanted Daddy to fuck you senseless? You just can’t stop cummin’ for me, greedy cunt always takes everythin’ I give it.” Your eyes roll back in your head with every thrust, encased breasts bouncing from the force

Steve loves you like this, all fucked out and pliant yet still needing more. A hand snakes it’s way between your bodies, flicking mercilessly at your clit

“Come on Bunny, make another mess for me, know you’re close. You’re such a good girl, fuckin’ love how this tight little cunt grips me. You’re jus’ dyin’ to cum on this fat cock.”

The pleasure comes with a sudden, unfamiliar tingling sensation, his dick is just pounding too hard, your orgasm blooming in your body making your sex tighten and release all at once.

“Jesus, oh my God bunny, look atcha fuckin’ squirtin’ for me.” Steve’s grunt makes you look down, little streams escaping your body and coating Steve’s thighs

“Oh- oh my god. I didn’t - Daddy I can’t, oh.” Your high feels like it won’t end, your body still gushing. Steve’s not easing off either, working every last wave of pleasure through your body

When he does eventually relent, it’s only to drop to his knees, lapping up your juices, cock still hard and proud between his legs

“If you think you’re leavin’ this bed tonight after that little show Bunny, you’re so damn wrong.”

#steve rogers x you #Steve Rogers smut #Steve Rogers imagine #steve rogers x y/n #Steve Rogers x reader #nomad steve #becca’s blurbs #I AM GETTING SO CARRIED AWAY

[itsapeterthing]

Secrets (Five) || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: as time goes on at the compound, you begin to come to terms with your new abilities and your relationship with your husband, bucky

a/n: i'm so sorry for the delay, but i hope you enjoy!!

word count: 2.5k

warnings: pregnancy if you squint

Prologue, One, Two, Three, Four

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"You might have to get a matching set of earrings, but I don’t think it’s too shabby.” Nat said, leaning back in her seat.

Playing with the newly gifted bracelet on your wrist, you chuckled.

“I guess it could be worse.” You joked. “And this is supposed to stop me from... you know... turning the whole room to ice?”

“Not stop-” Bruce corrected you. “Control. We’re never going to be able to... reverse... what happened, but at least this will help you control it.”

Nodding your head along with what he was saying, your eyes strayed from your wrist to your husband standing against the far wall of the lab, his arms crossed and eyes focused on you. 

The two of you hadn’t spoken to each other since the first day you had woken up from being captured and he had held you in his arms. You were still struggling with coming to terms with who your husband was and even who you were. Knowing you needed your space, he had respected your wishes, keeping a painful distance from you for the past three days since you had woken up in the icy room of the Compound.

His eyes snapping away from yours, they landed on an article of clothing laying on one of the countertops in the lab.

“What’s that?” He asked, speaking up for the first time that day.

You, Bruce, Nat and Sam glanced at one another before your eyes landed on the suit on the table. Crossing your arms, you focused your attention at the ground.

“A suit.” Bruce clarified.

“Yeah, no shit.” Bucky said, picking up the cloth. “For who?”

“For me.” You said, speaking up, still not meeting your husband’s eyes.

An awkward silence hung in the room for a brief moment after your confession, before Bucky found his voice again.

“Can I talk to you outside?” He asked, pushing open the doors of the lab.

Nodding, you said nothing before following close behind your husband into the hallway of the Compound. When situated outside, you looked up at him.

“What?” You asked.

“What?” He repeated. “Don’t ‘what’ me, Y/n. Since when did you start having them make you a suit? I thought once this was all over you wanted to go home.”

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms.

“I never said that.” You said. “You just assumed that. I mean, what do you want me to do, Buck? I have abilities that other people don’t have. I can’t just go home after this and pretend like this isn’t a part of me anymore- like this never happened. I have these abilities and I should use them for good. I have to. You don't have to worry about me. I made this choice for myself.”

Staring at the resolve written all over your face, Bucky laced his fingers into his hair, tugging the short strands.

He understood what you were saying. He understood that you felt a responsibility to do good, but he thought of himself too- how he fell into the position he was in now.

He didn’t make the choice to be an Avenger. The choice had been made for him the moment he fell from that train and was taken into the hands of Hydra. He wanted better for you than a life you hadn’t chosen. He wanted better for you than a life where you were constantly risking your life and wondering if you would live to see another day.

He wanted more for himself than losing the love of his life because of a sense of duty.

“You don’t choose to go into stuff like this, Y/n.” Bucky said, unlacing his fingers from his hair and throwing his arms in the air. “You’re forced. You can still get out of this, doll. Don’t stay because you feel like you have to- you don’t owe anybody anything. You have the choice to go home and forget about all this and that’s what most people like me wish for.”

“Fine, you know what?” You said, throwing your hands up in the air. “You’re right. I don’t have a choice. I was forced into this shit because I didn’t know who I married and some guy tried to kill me because of it. Don’t stand there and act like you know what’s good for me when you’re the whole reason I’m in this mess.”

Slipping the bracelet off of your wrist, you held it between your fingers and watched as the floor below you began to turn to ice at your feet and frost started to coat the bracelet in your hand.

“Look at this, Buck.” You said, waving the bracelet. “Look at this! You think I can just go home and pretend like I wouldn’t turn you into a fucking popsicle if this was off for more than two minutes? I can’t pretend like this isn’t happening to me and if I have the chance to do something good with it then I will.”

Watching Bucky’s eyes soften as he stared at you, you slipped the bracelet back onto your wrist, the ice melting away with it. Shaking his head, you watched as the angry demeanor that he had been portraying seconds ago faded away as his shoulders relaxed and his hands went still at his sides.

“I just want what’s best for you.”

The way his voice cracked as the words slipped out of his mouth and he could barely meet your eyes made your heart tug in your chest. You knew he didn’t mean you any harm. You knew even after everything that he was just looking out for you, but you also knew that he had a clouded sense of what was right and wrong for you.

Relaxing your shoulders, you slowly walked over to your husband, resting your hand on his bicep.

“I know that, Buck.” You said softly, urging him to meet your eyes. “But when are you going to realize that you don’t know what that is?”

-

Looking into the room through the window of the door, you fiddled with the bracelet on your wrist, all the thoughts of what could go wrong running through your mind. Feeling the cold touch of vibranium wrap around your wrist, you stopped your fidgeting.

“Stop worrying, Y/n.” Bucky said from beside you. “Everything is gonna be fine.”

“What? I’m not worried.” You lied.

“You’re joking, right?” He asked, a hint of a smile gracing his face and what you would even call a chuckle slipping from his mouth. “At our wedding you twisted your engagement ring the whole time and remember when you took those pregnancy tests for Grant? You spent the whole time messing with that stupid bracelet on your wrist I was worried your skin was gonna turn red. Even that little- God what is it called? That thing Becca made for Mother’s Day last year?”

“Are you talking about that macaroni necklace?” You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes!” Bucky exclaimed, snapping his fingers when you finally said the name. “That thing. You were messing with that thing so much that when you saw me hit my head on the cabinet door you snapped the pasta right in your hand.”

You knew exactly what he was talking about.

Your kitchen sink had stopped working properly that day and rather than call an actual plumber, your husband had insisted that he knew what he was doing and he would be able to fix it just fine. You watched as he worked, his head inside the cabinet as you leaned against the countertop fiddling with your newly gifted necklace from your daughter around your neck.

When water began to shoot out of the pipe, your husband cursing as water blasted his face, he attempted to pull away, knocking his head on the doorframe on the way out. As soon as you heard his shout, you felt the piece of macaroni shatter in your fist as you squeezed it tightly.

“Oh God, Buck are you okay?” You asked.

“God damn it!” He cursed again. “This hurts like shit.”

“Are you bleeding?” You asked, now standing in the puddle of water that coated the floor.

Pulling his hand away from the spot on his head that he had just hit and not seeing any blood, he shook his head.

Breathing a sigh of relief knowing that you wouldn’t have to be making a trip to the hospital that day, you took in the scene around you as the water continued to spray out of the pipe flooding the floor of your kitchen.

“Buck?”

“Yeah?” He asked looking up at you, you just now noticing the droplets of water coating his eyelashes and face.

“Can we call a plumber now?”

Looking around him and the puddle of water he was sitting in, he sighed, giving in.

“Yes, doll.”

“You know, it’s kind of funny thinking about it now.” You chuckled to yourself. “I was worried about you hitting your head on a cabinet and you’ve survived shit that only happens in movies.”

As Bucky laughed along with what you had just said, you stared up at your husband, catching the smile that had crossed his face for the first time in a week, noticing now the dark circles under his eyes and the scruff that hadn’t been shaved in days. He looked exhausted, as if he hadn’t slept since the last time you laid in bed beside him. You hadn’t checked the mirror yet, but you could guess that you didn’t look much different.

“I guess I am kind of worried.” You confessed.

“I know, but there’s nothing to worry about. I promise.”

For the first time since you had found out about his double life, you trusted in what he said.

When you nodded your head you felt as his hand brushed along your back, resting in the curvature of your spine. With his free hand, he slowly opened the door of the room, revealing your son and Sam on the other side.

Upon hearing the door open, your son’s head darted from the table he was sitting at towards where you were standing in the doorway. As soon as his eyes landed on you, you watched as he pushed himself away from the table, the metal chair he was sitting on scraping against the floor, practically toppling over as he hopped out of it and ran into your arms.

“Oof!” You grunted as his arms wrapped around you, his face digging into your stomach. “Miss me?”

He nodded against your stomach.

“You have a great kid.” Sam said, sitting in his spot at the table your son had just been at, coffee in hand. “Your daughter too, but this one gives me a kick.”

“Yeah?” You asked chuckling and as soon as you did your son pulled away from your embrace.

“I was so scared ‘cause I thought that those guys killed you, but then Dad came back with Captain America and Black Widow and then we came here and-” Your son began rambling, throwing his arms in the air wildly. “And then yesterday Captain America let me fly-”

“You took my son flying?” Bucky asked Sam beside you.

“Depends on what you consider flying.” Sam shrugged taking another sip of coffee.

“-and then I got to play with the shield and it’s so cool, Mom!” Grant finished saying, catching his breath.

“Wow buddy that sounds... dangerous.” You said eyeing Sam while ruffling your son’s hair. “But I’m glad you had fun!”

Just then you heard the door on the far side of the room open, Natasha emerging with your daughter in her arms. The first to move was Bucky making his way over to Natasha, taking his girl into his arms and bringing her over to you.

“Hi sleepy girl.” You cooed, reaching out for your daughter who had clearly just woken up from a nap.

When your hands met her skin, however, she quickly pulled way from your touch, curling more into her father’s chest.

“Your hands are too cold, Mommy.”

Practically feeling your heart shatter in your chest, you looked up to meet Bucky’s eyes just as downcast as yours. Pulling yourself away from your daughter, you clasped your hands together, biting back the pain that you felt from her rejection.

Noticing how you began backing away, Bucky frantically took his daughter’s hand in his vibranium one, staring down at her.

“C’mon your mom’s hands aren’t that cold, right?” He asked. “What about mine. You always say my metal one is cold, right bug?”

Resting her head against his chest, she shook her head.

“Buck, it’s fine. She's right.” You eased, backing away from everyone towards the door. “Does anybody else feel hot in here? It’s really hot. I think I’m just gonna take a breather outside-”

“Y/n-” Bucky called.

“It’s okay, I’m just gonna slip outside real quick.”You said, pulling on the handle of the door and swinging it open. “I’ll be right back.”

Before anybody could protest further, you stepped into the hallway, shutting the door behind you. As you walked down the hallway, you were realizing for the first time that you didn’t recognize this place and you didn’t know where you were going. The more you thought about it, you barely recognized anything anymore and you didn’t know where you were going to go from where you were right now.

How did you end up here? How did you go from having some guy across the bar from you catch your eye to pacing down the hallways of the Avengers Compound, ice flowing through your veins? Frustrated, tired and confused, you felt a sob you didn’t even realize was there catch in your throat. Throwing your hand to your mouth, you leaned against the hallway wall, feeling tears begin to fog your vision.

“Y/n?” Bucky called, following you down the hallway. “You know Becca’s weird like that sometimes. She just woke up and was tired and cranky-”

“James, it’s fine.” You said.

After a brief pause, you heard his voice again, the tone more shaky than the last.

“Y/n...”

“Buck I said-”

“Y/n watch out!” He shouted.

Shooting away from the wall, your head darted to the big windows at the end of the hall, an unfamiliar object coming straight towards them from the outside.

Before you could even have time to discern what was happening, you watched as the glass of the large windows shattered across the hallway and heard them hit the floor, small bits nicking your skin along the way. You listened as loud beeps emitted from the device, growing quicker by the second. 

Snapping your attention back to Bucky, both of your eyes wide, the last thing you recalled was the feeling of his hands securing the back of your head and your lower back as you fell to the ground.

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[storiesofsvu]

Classified Affairs Ch 25

No real pairing rn let’s be honest…. Warnings: language, chaos, a hot mess, alcohol consumption, politics, mentions of smut, arguing/fighting, drama, more shit hitting the fan, Jordan being the usual moron, a lot of anxiety. (Don’t worry…the next chapter is going to include *no* anxiety bull shit…I PROMISE you).

You managed to make it back to the condo in record time, thankfully managing to not run into Heather on your way out of the White House. Pushing the door open you jumped at the sight of Becca already in your kitchen,

“Jesus.”

“Sorry, I was looking for the Truly’s, figured you’d need one.”

“More like twelve. Just let me change.” You grumbled, dumping your bag on the stand by the door and kicking off your heels before crossing into your bedroom briefly.

“When’d you get the second screen?” Becca called, asking about the second monitor beside your t.v in the living room.

“Couple weeks ago? Remy set it up for me, considering the news has to be on like 24/7 nowadays.” You emerged from the bedroom in much comfier clothes, pulling your hair up off your neck. “So, sorry about that, but right now it definitely needs to be on.” Picking up the remote you clicked it on, the news channel automatically playing, and, no surprise to either of you, they were talking about Heather.

“God this is so fucking bad.” Becca murmured, moving to the other side of the island so she could hand you the hard seltzer.

“Thanks.” You took the can from her, taking a sip and noticed her staring, “what?”

“How fucking hard did she hit you?!” Her thumb traced under the mark, a look of disgust on her face.

“Oh…it must’ve been a ring/knuckle combo, and I bruise like a….peach…”

“You are considerably less covered in bruises now that you’re not running into tables and chairs at work all the time.”

“Yeah… just running into chairs in front of the President and doing it in heels.”

“Cheers to that?”

“Cheers to anything right now, fuck.” You tapped the cans together before taking rather large sips, swallowing, you let out a sigh, you really didn’t want to do this, but you knew you had to, “I need to ask you something.”

“Yeah?” She raised a brow at the expression on your face.

“And I need you to tell me the truth, I’m not gonna be pissed I just need to know.” You paused, “did you leak this?”

“Oh my god no!” She laughed, “listen, I fucking hate my Mom, and I am truly enjoying her going up in flames this election, but I would never! She’d be able to trace it back to me eventually, and I’d be literally scared for my life. Plus I know my Dad’s super fucking upset right now, he called as soon as the news drop happened, wanted to make sure that I turned off my social media accounts for a while, and to not listen to anything people were saying. And to not answer any questions if press started following me around or anything, especially cause I was at school today.”

“Okay.” You let out another sigh as you pinched at the bridge of your nose, “I just don’t understand why whoever did this left me out. Could it have been Jordan?”

“Jordan has successfully killed all of his brain cells already, remember? Besides, he wouldn’t give a shit if she knew it came from him, hell he’d post it on his own Twitter account just to rub it in that he got a fast one on her. And he’s definitely not smart enough to think about the girl’s privacy and redact the names. Or the bank account numbers.”

“True.” You tapped the Truly against your chin, “It just doesn’t make sense…”

“Could it have been another one of the candidates?”

“Probably. But like…that info…so much of it was incredibly classified, like…wouldn’t she shred it when she terminated the contracts? She told me to shred my old one when we reworked it.”

“She keeps everything. Why do you think my parents both have their own offices and a shared one? The house has an entire room dedicated to paperwork and documents for me and Jordan, half pink cabinets, half blue. Like, every single bank statement, medical record, medical procedures, report cards, acceptance letters, literally everything. Plus it’s probably one of her psychotic ways of keeping control over people in the future, like if they tried to pull shit on her years down the road, she’s still got it?”

“Probably…” you rolled your eyes, “is it bad that I’m glad that tactic came back to bite her in the ass?”

“Absolutely not bestie.”

“You hungry?” You suddenly turned to her, “I skipped lunch.”

“Yeah same. Trying to work on an essay and wasn’t allowed to eat in the library, like, I’m not even using your books, fucking stupid rules.”

“Suggestions?” You asked, grabbing your phone and a couple of other things from your bag before dropping down onto the couch.

“You’re the one that’s been living off take out, what do you not want?

“I’ve been living off room service, which is substantially better, especially when staying at fancy politician hotels. Though I did have Chinese pretty recently…”

“Is Pad Thai too similar? I kinda want something spicy.” She joined you on the couch, snagging the remote for the other tv to scroll through Netflix, even if she did have to watch it on mute with subtitles.

“Sounds fucking perfect. You calling that mom and pop place you like so much?”

“Yeah.” She replied as she pulled out her phone, “you want the usual?”

“Yes please.” You shot her a grin before the t.v grabbed your attention, “oh fuck!” You leant forward, turning the volume up as Becca turned around from her spot halfway through the room.

“She’s making a statement already?” You started to reply, but overheard the answer of the phone on the other end so your turned your focus back to Heather on the screen.

You’d picked up your phone when it had buzzed, forgetting that you’d turned on Google alerts for ‘Heather Dunbar’ a few weeks ago, letting out a sigh as you realized it was just that and swapping to your message app instead. Pulling up Jackie’s name you shot of a quick text,

‘You watching this?’

‘Are you buying any of it?’

‘Absolutely not. She’s spewing pure lies to try and save her ass. Honestly, she needs to drop out. Republicans were already going to come for her, but with the DUI and now this? Affairs? Most with women? She’ll never make it.’

‘Forget the Republicans, Underwood is definitely going to hammer this home next debate.’

‘Wait…she’s already done?’ You questioned as the announcement screen cut to black and it switched back to the newsroom.

‘It appears so. Turn off the t.v, take some time for yourself peach.’

‘I just feel like I should be monitoring things. And Becca wants to keep up to date on the ‘tea’ as she says.’

‘Okay. Just don’t wear yourself out. Remy’s monitoring this, if anything more important comes from it we can discuss it tomorrow.’

‘Okay.’

‘And…let me know if she tries to or does contact you again? Specifically about the leak. I don’t want her interfering with my staff.’

‘Of course.’

‘Enjoy the rest of your night’

‘I will. Don’t work too late.’

You added the last one with a small smile, knowing that she’ probably be up just as late as you despite both of you requesting the other take some time to relax, but that was just politics.

“Did I seriously miss all of it?!” Becca’s voice broke into your thoughts and your gaze shifted back up to her.

“Yeah..”

“I was on the phone for like, two minutes! What did she say?”

“The same lies and bullshit that she uses when she runs into someone she knows in public when she’s with one of her babies…that they were a member of her staff, personal assistants, nannies, old friends, someone who worked with her. That their bonuses covered the elaborate things like housing or whatever, and that this was all political bullshit that was clearly her opponents trying to smear her name.”

“God…if she fucking gets away with this…”

“I really don’t think she will. I’m sure you haven’t been paying attention too much to the DUI shit but it is…not going away, and we’ve still got a bunch of debates coming up before the candidacy is announced.”

“Well I hope they dig into her as much as they can.”

She dropped down on the couch again and you swapped remotes, muting the news channel and moving over to Netflix to distract yourselves. An episode and a few more Truly’s in and you noticed the way Becca was constantly shifting on the couch, you chuckled at the fact that she was still in school clothes, jeans not being her favourite.

“You want a pair of sweats?”

“Are you allowed to own sweat pants?” She teased with a grin and you scoffed.

“Oh fuck off, you want to be comfortable or not?”

“Yes please.”

You playfully smacked her arm as you moved from the couch to your room, beginning to dig through your closet. Despite Heather having had less control over you recently, and Jackie’s no opinion on your appearance unless you were on camera, your sweats were all still stashed at the back of your closet. It was taking you a bit to pull out the storage box, you heard the knock on the door, and Becca moving from the couch, the jingle as she grabbed her wallet to pay for the food.

*

Becca pulled the door open, small smile on her face ready to greet the usual teenage son of the restaurant owners who ran the delivery service. Instead her brow furrowed and she was instantly confused,

“Dad?”

“Becca?” Rob pulled back for a minute, glancing towards the door to make sure he’d gotten the number right.

“What’re you doing here?”

“I..it’s a bit of a long story. I thought you were living on campus?”

Sweatpants in hand you could hear that the conversation was taking longer than normal, shouting from the bedroom,

“You need more cash? I’ve probably got some stashed in here.”

Becca, slightly panicked, called back, “it’s uh..not the food.”

“I swear to fucking god!” You tossed the cash back into your safe keeping box, “Heather! I fucking told you months ago you were not allowed to just show up here out of the”— you froze as soon as you’d stepped out of the bedroom doorway, the image of Rob standing in the entryway increasing your anxiety by the millisecond, “oh…hi…”

“Y/n?” His brow furrowed, letting out a small chuckle, “you two have lost me now. Or..have you moved in together already?”

“Dad, no..” Becca cut in as Rob looked between you, wondering what your words meant as he tried to piece it all together. Suddenly, the realization washed over you and your eyes widened,

“Oh…my god…it was you…”

“What?” Becca’s brow scrunched as she looked between the two of you.

“The leak?” Rob asked, “yes…it was. I caught a red flag on our joint account, it didn’t take long after that to find everything I needed in her office. What I’m confused about is to who lives here? This was the last real estate purchase she made… I figured I could get some information to confirm things cause I know she’s going to have a ton of excuses outside of what she said politically.”

“Fuck…” you muttered, pinching the bridge of your nose before you leant against the island, “I’m so sorry…” you felt the emotion from earlier building up again, “if I had known…”

“Wait…” His brow furrowed once again as he glanced between the two of you.

“She was never my girlfriend Dad.” Becca shot out, “we work together at Shaw’s, we’re good friends, Jordan’s just an idiot. Y/n was doing me a favour coming to his birthday, she had no idea Mom was..well…Mom.”

“This is my condo.” You admitted, “and believe me…there was a lot I didn’t know about Heather when this….happened.”

“How did this all happen?” Rob asked and you shivered, moving through the kitchen, thankful at least that he wasn’t yelling at you the way Heather had. You pulled down the whiskey, pouring him a glass and officially letting him into your home.

“I met Heather at Salt Line, she was a regular of mine. She witnessed a table with a huge tab stiff me of a tip and overheard me stressing about a huge student loan payment, and that things were tough financially. She left a WAY too big tip, I felt awkward accepting it, she said in return to have dinner with her and things…progressed from there. I’m so sorry.”

“We met like a month later at Shaw’s,” Becca interjected, “and neither of us knew about the connection until Jordan’s birthday. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I just didn’t know how…and I knew Mom would hate me for it…”

“I tried to call things off, I swear.” You risked a glance up at him, “but she’s…”

“Insane.” Becca finished for you.

“And she thinks I’m responsible for this leak.”

“Fuck.” Rob replied, “I’m sorry about that, she’ll know in a few hours it wasn’t.” His gaze finally took you in as you were at opposite sides of the island, he noticed the forming bruise on your cheekbone, “oh god, please don’t tell me she hit you?” You let out a heavy sigh,

“Within the White House walls….”

“For fucks sake.”

“I need you to know how sorry I am.” You started, “the way she painted the picture? Neither of you were happy, no kids existed, you were working all of the time. She would always drop hints that made it seem like you were both having affairs. The moment at Jordan’s birthday when I realized you were her husband I was sick to my stomach.”

“She’s always been incredible at painting a picture.” Rob replied, sucking back more whiskey, “and for what it’s worth I’m not mad at you. I’ve always had a lingering suspicion in the back of my brain, I just didn’t realize the extent of it.” He let out a sigh, “I don’t want to drag anyone else into this that’s been cut off, can you tell me anything?”

“Legally no.” You sighed, sipping at your own drink, “but if Becca happened to go snooping through the bottom left drawer of my desk and happens to find a few things and show them to you that I might have a couple of comments on, I can’t object. Becks has keys to the condo, she found them all on her own.”

Instinctively Becca jumped up from her stool, immediately digging through your desk before pulling out the file folder, moving back to the island.

“This is giant.”

“The two on top are the newer ones, the bottom two are from our original agreement. And….there’s probably some stuff in there you don’t want to read…”

**

When Heather finally got home, she was absolutely drained and exhausted, still fuming over the entire situation, especially how vehemently you were denying everything. There was no one else this could have come from, she was certain it had been a combination of you, Rebecca and Jackie, perhaps with Underwood weaselled in there too. After the DUI leak, even with her attempts to fix that, something like this would definitely lose her more than a fair share of points.

She’d done her absolute best to deny, deny, deny and cover her ass, praying that the lies would be enough, and be believable, they had gotten her through over twenty years already, they should work now. She knew that press and opponents would definitely be digging in and doing everything they could to find some of the affairs to get statements from them and she could only pray that none of them came forward. One confirmation was all it would take to completely bring her down right now and she knew it.

She carelessly dropped all of her things in the main living room, stepping out of her heels and dropping the blazer over the back of the couch. Keeping her phone just in case Cynthia called she padded through the house to the kitchen, she hadn’t eaten since before lunch, being too busy and nervous to find the time or energy to eat and was starving. On top of that, she wanted a fucking drink, breezing passed the island as she tossed her phone onto it, prioritizing grabbing the bottle of scotch to pour herself a glass. She already had a large sip passed her lips when she turned back to the island, noticing the small stack of papers in the middle of it, a blue post it on top with Rob’s handwriting scrawled across it.

Curiosity got the best of her and her free hand reached out, sliding the stack towards her

‘You better have a fucking good explanation for today, and if you don’t, consider these signed and sealed.’

Peeling the post it off the papers her eyes scanned over the page and her heart dropped into her stomach.

The were fucking divorce papers.

“Fuck!” She yelled, the glass of scotch suddenly finding itself being hurled across the room, shattering against the wall before she buried her face in her hands. This couldn’t possibly be happening, she couldn’t lose her marriage in the midst of an election, Rob couldn’t possibly believe this, she’d done so well at upholding her perfect wife image over the years. Her mind started to fly between the little memories that may have been minor slip ups, lies that weren’t convincing, anything that Rob may have picked on. She wondered briefly if Rebeca had finally managed to man up and say something. Suddenly his voice rang through the room, causing her to jump,

“Glad to see you’re only assaulting walls right now.”

“What?” She asked as she looked up, her brow furrowed as her hands gestured upwards, having no clue what he was talking about.

“I can’t fucking believe you. Twelve different affairs during our marriage? Did you ever actually care at all?”

“Rob, come on! You can’t possibly believe this crap! It’s a fucking political shake down! Whoever leaked it was just trying to take me out of the race, none of it’s true.”

“Stop fucking lying to me Heather!”

“I am not!” She snapped, “you know shit like this is never true! It’s tactics to get the nomination.”

“You and I both know it isn’t!” He yelled back, stepping up to the island, “now, I’ve always known that the kids were solely for me and your so called image, and I’ve somehow been okay with that. But this entire thing was just for show! I loved you! And you chose to sneak around behind my back, and spend millions of dollars on other people constantly!”

“Seriously? Come on.” She pushed off the island, grabbing another glass to refill her scotch, “you’re just as daft and gullible as the rest of them. I’m going to figure out where this leak came from and I’m going to fucking destroy them, they can lie all they want about me, but it’s not fucking true.”

“I talked to y/n.”

Heather froze with her glass halfway to her lips, feeling her blood suddenly run cold. Though, if you talked, you technically broke the NDA.

“Big whoop, you talked with Rebecca’s girlfriend.”

“Jesus Christ you never stop do you.” He suddenly stepped forward, swiping the papers towards him and Heather’s eyes widened.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m done Heather. I’m so fucking done. Every word out of your mouth is a goddamn lie.” He swiftly scrawled his name across the dotted line, beginning to flip through the document, “I was maybe willing to give you a chance, to hear you out, whatever your explanation was for constantly having affairs. But instead, you decided that saving your political career and image was more important than checking in with your family?! You’re the pathetic one.”

“I told you it is a lie! Rob!” She attempted to snatch the pen from his hand and he stepped back from the island.

“I was the one who fucking leaked it all Heather!”

“What…” it was barely a whisper and suddenly she felt the ultimate betrayal, the person who was supposed to love her the most had destroyed her.

“I do thank you for at least using your own money and not our shared accounts for everything else but y/n’s last allowance came out of our joint account.

Fuck.

“I…I was helping her out with a couple of student loans.” She shrugged, but the shake in her voice gave her away in an instant.

“Another lie. I’ve seen the contract, and the NDA. Not to mention all of the other contracts that were in your filing cabinet. I’m guessing whenever you re-did the ones with y/n, you didn’t put the false bottom back in properly, or lock it. It was easy enough to find the key for the drawer itself. Twenty nine years and you finally slipped up….you nearly had me.” He’d went back to signing the papers, shoving the stack and the pen over to Heather when he was done.

“No.” She stated firmly.

“Oh for fucks sake.”

“Not until after the election.” She begged, “please.” In return Rob simply let out a dark laugh at the pout on her face, the attempted soft expression to get her way.

“You’re not in the position to be making deals right now. I’m not going to stay by your side and look like the pathetic husband who stands with his wife through this, I’m gone. Do you get that?”

“You…promised to be by my side for this!”

“And you made a VOW to me!!” He pinched at the bridge of his nose, “if they’re not signed by the end of the week I’m sending the lawyer after you, make a nice big show of it too, wait til you’re in front of a crowd, press, let the entire world see you get humiliated for once.”

“Rob…please…” Heather absolutely despised the fact that there were tears in her eyes right now, and honestly, she wasn’t sure if her heart was breaking because of the falling apart marriage, or the fact that she knew this would drive her down even further.

“Absolutely not. This is a no bargain situation. You’ve treated your own family —and from the stories I heard today—your sugar babies, like absolute trash for years, it’s time you get a taste of your own medicine. Thankfully the pre-nup will make this very fucking easy. Goodbye Heather.”

With one last firm look over, Rob walked away from the kitchen and Heather’s shoulders fell at the sound of the front door swinging shut behind him. There was no way for her to talk herself out of it this time, he’d seen everything, he wasn’t going to come walking back through that door ever again. She dropped her elbows back onto the island, burying her face in her hands as she let out a frustrated groan, she didn’t even want to think about the amount of work she was going to have to do to come back from this. Picking up her phone she shot off a text to Cynthia,

‘We need to find something on Jackie…something good. And we’re using the journal…’

Suddenly the back door to the house flew open and Jordan teetered in, he wasn’t drunk, but he was definitely tipsy and that enough was about to set her off and then he opened his fucking mouth.

“Oh hey, you’re home. Totally thought you’d be out there fucking one of your sugar babies since the entire world knows now.”

“Oh THAT IS IT!” She yelled.

“Yo! What?! I meant it as a complement, wait…who are you calling?”

“The D.A. The country wants to see you spend a year in jail? You’re going to fucking prison.” She growled, and then gestured toward the floor, “and clean up that glass!”

“That wasn’t me!”

“Do I look like I’m asking?!” She shot back before grabbing her glass, storming through the house as she left a message.

Upstairs she grabbed the bottle of scotch from the bar, beginning to fill the bathtub with lavender Epsom salts and shifted around the room lighting candles. If she had the house to herself, she was going to at least try and enjoy it. After slipping into the water, she picked up her phone, wondering if you were at home, then her mind flashed back to that morning, grimacing at the memory of the interaction in the conference room. There was no way you were picking up, especially tonight.

She’d finally fucking done it.

She’d basically isolated herself from everyone except Jordan. At least with the short leash he was on he’d be able to attend her appearances until he was shipped off, she’d still have some amount of support. Heather let out a groan, sucking back more scotch before dropping her head to the edge of the tub, how pathetic that all she had left was her horribly behaved son, and her campaign manager? How had she fucking managed that?

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[teenagepretentiousness]

difficult

764w l god i love kid fics

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“Sammy, that’s you.” Bucky muttered sleepily, muffled cries coming from down the hall. Sam groaned, tossing the duvet aside. Sam padded down the hallway, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he approached his daughter's room. 

 “Hey Beccs.” He cooed, leaning over the crib to cradle the 2 month old in his arms. “Hey, baby girl, it’s okay.” Her cries grew louder, Sam beginning to rock her gently. Sobs wracked her small form, and Sam tried everything, but he could not get her to stop crying. Panic started to dwell inside Sam. His thoughts bounced around for miles, irrational words filling his sleep-deprived mind.

 “Hey, you’re alright, we’re all alright here.” Sam wasn’t sure if it was the panic of the fact his daughter wouldn’t stop crying, or maybe the exhaustion, but Sam could feel tears burn in his eyes. “Becca, it’s okay, you’re okay.” Sam whispered over and over again. 

 He heard Bucky come down the hallway, and let out a sigh of relief in between the chorus of the cries of the infant in his arms. Bucky padded into the room, stopping to stand beside Sam.

 “I don’t-”

“I know.” Bucky muttered, turning to face Sam completely. He held out his arms, tentatively taking the girl into his arms.

 “She ain’t gonna shatter.” Sam murmured, exhaustion seeping into his voice. 

 “I know.” Bucky whispered, brushing the few tears that have rested on her rosy cheeks. Her cries still echoed in the room as Bucky rocked her softly. Sam couldn’t help but gaze up at Bucky, the pure relaxation in his posture, the adoration he held in his eyes. Sam rested his chin on Bucky’s shoulder, eyes flickering from his daughter to his husband. Her big brown eyes looked up at the two of them, lip quivering. 

 Sam heard a melody leave Bucky’s lips, but couldn’t identify what it was. Whatever it was, it works miracles, as the little girls cries turned into small hiccups, looking innocent as ever. As if Bucky could sense Sam’s curiosity, he went on to explain that he remembered his ma singing the nursery rhyme to him and his sisters. 

 “You’re good at this, Buck.” Sam muttered, watching as the infants body relaxed, eyes closing as she found herself back into a peaceful sleep. Bucky chuckled.

 “You’re not too bad.” He told Sam, who just hummed in response, seemingly unconvinced. Bucky tilted his head to face Sam, whose face looked tense, with eyes that glistened with tears. “Sam?” Bucky studied his face. Bucky made his way over to the crib, setting Becca down. Bucky turned back to Sam, finding the same expression that had been on his face as before. “Sammy?”

 Sam hummed, pursing his lips together as he raised an eyebrow. Bucky looked at him with a questioning look. “You okay?”

 “Yeah, no, I’m fine.” Sam lied, fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt. 

 “Something’s bothering you.” 

 Sam sighed, shaking his head. “It’s just-” Sam scoffed. “Is this supposed to be this damn difficult?” Bucky tilted his head, making his way over to Sam. “That sounded awful-”

 “No, no, Sam. I get it, no one said this was easy, but I’m here, you know.” 

 “Yeah, I know.” Sam muttered. Bucky’s eyes softened, brushing a thumb across Sam’s jawline. “It’s not that I’m complaining- believe me I’m not. I just- I don’t know-” The words cracked in Sam’s throat. Bucky brought Sam into his arms, tracing circles along Sam’s back. He heard a sniffle from Sam, and held him tighter. 

 “You’re not supposed to know, Sam. It’ll come to you. Parenting isn’t a skill, it’s supposed to be a challenge. And you do it because you love Becca.”

 “God, you’re annoying.” Sam mumbled into Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky huffed out a laugh, releasing his grip on Sam as the other man did the same. 

 “C’mon, we might as well try to get some sleep.”

 “You sound ungrateful.” Sam teased.

 “Really? I was going for exhaustion.” Bucky quipped back, taking Sam’s hand in his. Sam smiled sleepily, his eyelids becoming heavy as they made their way down the hallway. 

 Sam pushed aside the duvet, settling on his side. Bucky laid set to him, an arm thrown loosely over Sam’s torso. He had his head resting by Sam’s shoulder. 

 “Trust me, Sammy, you’re a great father.” Are the words that filled the air. Sam said nothing more, and raised his arm, a bit awkwardly, and laced his fingers through Bucky’s, giving a gentle squeeze. And Sam fell asleep, with the comfort of knowing that everything he wanted was right with him.

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[afriendlyblackhottie]

Kin

Summary: Bucky’s been acting weird and you can’t help it when you expect the worst.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, swearing, breeding kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, degradation, GGFIL (you’ll see), arguing, cheating accusations

(A/N: this is different but I had fun writing it. And isn’t that what matters. Reblog follow like 💜✌🏾)

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Bucky had never given you a reason to not trust him. He’d been nothing, but the perfect boyfriend now fiancé for the two years you’d been together. Sure it was a little difficult dating an Avenger mostly because you worried about him coming back to you, but still being with him was kind of perfect.

The first time you started to sort of question things was when a phone number fell out of his pocket while you were doing laundry. Some girls name written on a napkin. You didn’t want to jump to any conclusions especially since it’s not like he wasn’t meeting new people everyday because of work. Who knows it was probably nothing.

Then he came home all late that day smelling like vanilla. You know it was bad, but you tried to check his phone while he was sleeping. Not that it worked because your super assassin fiancé was a very light sleeper and woke up before you could even try.

“Hey, what’s up?” He asked, in that sleepy voice.

“Oh it’s nothing,” you said, playing it off by stroking his hair. You know you should have said something, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

All he did was smile and kiss you before pulling you close. Like everything was fine. You know you should have asked him right then. The words had been on the tip of your tongue.

But you didn’t ask. Instead you let him roll on top of you before he started making out with you. Would a man that’s cheating be fucking your mouth with his tongue like that. Probably.

“Alright, what’s wrong?” Bucky asked with a sigh, putting his forehead to yours.

You shrugged, looking down at his mouth so you didn’t have to look him in the eye. “It’s nothing.” Then you out a fake smile on to really sell it.

“Come on,” he whispered. “You know I know you better than that. If somethings wrong you can tell me. Daddy’ll take care of you, Doll.”

You made the mistake of looking into his blue eye that seemed to be seeing into your soul. There was always this gentleness towards you. That he seemed to save for you especially.

“I’m fine,” you replied before rolling over on your side away from him. Bucky sighed again before wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“Hey, so I’m busy tomorrow, but when I get home why don’t we do something?” He asked into your shoulder before pressing a kiss to it. “Just the two of us?”

You nodded, but didn’t reply out loud because if you did he’d hear that you were crying. You’d rather not deal with it.

So the next day you went to get some stuff done. Grocery shopping and shit. On the way home you passed by this coffee shop, recognizing his car as some girl got into the passanger seat.

Your stomach felt like it was doing fucking somersaults on the way home. You tried to keep yourself busy. Not wanting to think about Bucky or his lying cheating face.

When the door opened, you could hear him set his keys down on the table beside the door. You were making dinner because you were hungry. He could worry about himself.

“Fuck it smells good in here, Baby,” he said, coming to hug you from behind before kissing your cheek.

You didn’t say anything at first. Instead you continued to cook and even though he noticed how quiet you were, he didn’t let go of you.

“What? No hello?” He asked, kissing your neck.

You tried to shrug him off, but no you just had to be engaged to a super assassin who was strong as fuck.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

You shook your head because you were pretty sure if you’d say anything you’d explode. Not that he wouldn’t deserve it. You were trying to keep an ounce of dignity instead of blowing up like your brain was telling you too. “Nothing.”

Bucky leaned up against the counter beside you, bringing your face up so he could look at you. “Baby, I know you better than that.” He tried to smile to get you to open up then it faltered when he saw that you were clearly not in the mood. “C’mon. Just tell me what’s up.”

“Nothing, James.” You turned off the stove because now you’d lost your appetite. As you tried to walk away he grabbed your hand.

At hearing his first name, he crinkled his nose. “Baby,” he whined all pouty, “please. I let it go last night, but you’ve never not talked to me. What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is that we’re supposed to be getting married in two months and you’re cheating on me.”

Bucky looked so taken aback. His face getting all scrunched up. “What?”

“Oh so now you don’t know what I’m talking about?” You scoffed. “I saw you.”

“Saw me doing what?” He scoffed out a laugh. “I haven’t done anything.”

“Bullshit!” You yelled. “You’re lying to me!”

His jaw clenched as you raised your voice. “Watch your tone,” he commanded. “I didn’t cheat on you. I have no idea what you’re even talking about.”

“Really? Well then who the fuck is Becca?” You finally asked.

Bucky pulled away and you finally turned to face him. “How did you...” he trailed off.

“So, it’s true. You’re cheating on me?” You asked with a sniffle.

He shook his head. “No! Of course not, Baby,” he said.

“You’re lying! I saw you, James. I fucking saw you with her!”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, putting his hands on your shoulders. “Let’s just calm down so we can talk.”

“I don’t want to talk. I want you out.”

He shook his head. “No, Baby,” he said. “I know how this looks, but I promise it’s not like that. I’m not... I’m not cheating on you. I’d never.”

“Fine then explain.”

Bucky hesitated. Closing his eyes like he was trying to find the right words.

“If you don’t tell me then I want you out.”

It wasn’t like this was the first time you and Bucky had ever fought. This was just the first time you’d ever done this. Usually when he messed up, he’d buy you flowers or kiss you until you forgave him. This time you needed to let him know that none of that would work.

He scrunched up his face before finally looking at you. “Okay. Becca is...” he took a deep breath. “Becca’s my great granddaughter.”

You also finally understood what it meant for it to be so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Bucky’s eyes bore into yours as he gave his answer.

“Can we just sit and talk?” He asked.

You nodded and he turned off the stove so he could grab your hand to lead you over to the couch. He sat you down in his lap and you couldn’t help it as you started crying into his chest because you felt like the worlds biggest asshole.

“Hey, Baby, don’t cry,” he said. “Not like you could have known. Hell not like I knew until recently.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked him with tears in your eyes. “We usually tell each other everything.”

“Because... I dunno I was waiting for the right time. It’s kind of hard to go to your fiancé and ‘go hey meet my great granddaughter, Baby.’” He chuckled before wiping your tears. “Or that I have a son and he’s seventy-six.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Seriously?”

Bucky nodded and laughed. “I know right. It’s...” he sighed, “it’s so weird, but I’ve been hanging out with them and its been kind of great actually. Having a family. Hate that I didn’t get to see him grow up.”

“God I’m... such a bitch.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You would have never guessed,” he replied, placing a kiss to the side of your head. “So, yeah. Becca is my great granddaughter. I was picking her up from work. She’s seventeen.” He looked down then at you again. “I just... I wanna be in their lives. Make up for lost time.”

You nodded. “I get that.”

“I should have told you. I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t want you to get freaked out.”

“Bucky, I’d never get freaked out over something like that,” you said. “Things are different for you and I wanna be as understanding as possible.”

He smiled. “I know, but doesn’t make it any easier.”

“I know.” You put your head into his neck. “God I’m such an asshole.”

“No you’re not. Any woman would have assumed the worst like you did. I didn’t give you any reason not to.”

Your lip trembled as tears fell from your eyes again. “I’m sorry, Bucky.”

“I know, Baby,” he whispered.

“So, how did you find out?” You asked.

“Becca came looking for me. Saw stuff about the Avengers and saw me. My son James, his mom told him all about me so...”

You smiled, but you were still all teary eyed from the way you’d talked to him just now. “I’m so happy for you, Baby.”

“Yeah, well, they’re your family now too. If you still wanna get married.”

“Of course I do! I was just... I was scared to lose you so I freaked out.”

Bucky kissed your cheek. “You’re never gonna lose me, Doll. Besides, if anything this all just made me wanna be with you more. All I can think about is making babies with you.”

You laughed. “You would.”

“It’s true. All this just made me realize how bad I wanna have a family with you. I just... I mean our wedding is two months away, would it be so bad if we started trying now?”

You shrugged and he smiled before leaning into kiss you.

“Tell me you don’t want me to put a baby in this pussy and I’ll back off until the wedding,” he whispered into your ear.

“Daddy, I...”

You could feel him growing harder against your ass as he started grinding you into him. Fuck he knew how to get you to that point. You hated how it took pretty much nothing for you to want him to fuck the shit out of you.

“Tell me you want it,” he whispered in your ear. “Tell me you wanna have my baby.”

You sighed so deeply because his breath against your year was making you feel fucking feral. “I want it.” It was like you couldn’t even stop yourself from saying it.

“What do you want. Tell Daddy what you want.”

You looked up at him with those big eyes. “I want you to put a baby in me.”

“Yeah? I wanna make you a mommy, Doll,” he said, before putting his metal hand around your neck as he leaned you into him. He helped you pull your legging down until you could kick them off. Then kissed your shoulder as he spread your legs. “You want Daddy to put a baby in this little pussy, Baby?” He asked now that he’d pushed your panties to the side so he could play with your clit.

“Daddy,” you whimpered, leaning back so you could connect your lips to his. He started doing that thing again where his tongue fucked your mouth.

All that plus with the way he was touching you was making you forget all about how embarrassed you felt for accusing him of such a terrible thing. You should know that your daddy would never hurt you like that.

“Gotta teach you a lesson now,” he said. “Don’t you ever accuse me of something like that again. I should fucking spank you.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, your pussy feeling all tingly from the way his fingers were rubbing you making you let out a moan. “Daddy!”

“That’s it, Slut. Don’t you ever threaten to take this pussy from me again. It’s mine.” He growled into your ear and it made your stomach tighten especially when he started nibbling on it.

You nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“Good little slut,” he said. “You know better. This is mine.” Bucky’s fingers now dipped into your pussy making you let out a whine.

“Yes, Daddy!” You mewled as he stuffed your pussy with his thick fingers. Metal hand going from your neck to your tits.

“You’re lucky I can’t wait to fuck you or else I’d be punishing you, Doll,” he said as he groped you.

You leaned back so you could kiss him again. Reached between the two of you so you could take hold of his dick through his pants. Enjoying how hard he felt through the denim. “I know, Daddy.”

“You’re so lucky I wanna cum in this pussy instead.” Thats when he tore his hands out of you before forcing you to stand up. Bucky undid his pants, pushing them and his boxers off before pulling you back down.

He didn’t waste any time in sinking you down on his dick. Hands on your ass as he helped you move up and down. “Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours,” you whimpered. “All yours.”

Bucky grabbed the hem of your top so he could pull it over your head, watching as your tits bounced. “That’s right, Doll. Not gonna pull that shit again.”

You shook your head and then threw it back as you moaned. Bucky pushed you to the side against the couch before getting up so he could climb on top of you.

“Fucking love this juicy pussy,” he said. His metal arm coming to grab at your thigh as he bent your leg over his shoulder.

He thrusted in and out of you, shoving himself inside of you as his dick stretched you out. You tugged at his t-shirt that he hadn’t taken off. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” Your head was bent back against the couch as you let out this low moan. “Fuck, Bucky!” Your eyes were watering as you started to feel your orgasm coming to you.

“That’s it, Baby, I know you want it. Want Daddy to cum in your pussy?”

You nodded as he got up so he could hold your throat again because he knew how much you loved it. “God, yes. I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah?” He groaned. “Gonna cum on Daddy’s dick?” He was all in your face.

You reached up so you could tug on his hair. “Yes! Fuck, please.”

“Good because I’m gonna cum in you. Daddy’s gonna gonna fill you up, Y/N.”

You cried out wrapping your legs around him as you came so hard. Maybe it was from all that bullshit and you almost ruining everything because fuck it felt so damn good. Especially with the way he was fucking you through it.

That was when he got closer to you. His balls slapping against your ass as he started getting really deep into you. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Daddy’s gonna cum in this pussy, Baby. I know that’s what you need, Baby. Need Daddy to keep you pregnant.”

“Uh huh,” you moaned.

“I’m gonna keep getting you pregnant for as long as you can. Make you have so many babies.”

You couldn’t help it as the noises you were making started getting louder. “Yes. Please.”

That’s when his hips stilled as he started to fill you. His seed flooding into your womb for the first time. He put his head into your neck once he started moving them again, trying to make sure he could give you ever last drop.

He laid there on top of you. Breathing all heavy before pressing kisses into your neck again. “Was that our first time without a condom?” He asked.

“Uh huh,” was all you could say. It was like you couldn’t move.

Bucky chuckled seeing you all frozen before yawning and getting off of you. He grabbed you so he could carry you to your room, cradling you in his arms. When he finally laid you down he pulled the comforter over your body, pretty much tucking you in.

He took his shirt off before getting in beside you, “Comfortable?”

“Mhm,” you replied your brain feeling like it couldn’t think.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Yeah. You just made my mind into goo,” you grumbled.

Bucky smiled before kissing your nose. “Good.” He held you around your waist. “So,” he breathed, “what do you think about meeting everyone.”

“How much is everyone?” You asked with a smile, turning to him.

“There’s James. And, he had a son also named James and then he had a son named Kyle. He’s twenty-two.” Bucky laughed.

Your jaw dropped. “Jesus.”

He was still laughing. “I know, right. And he looks just like me. It’s kinda scary.” But, there was this softness in his face. It was different than the one he gave you, but there was almost this pride you’d never seen him have before. “Then there’s Becca. She’s so much like me it’s terrifying. She even has a friend like Steve. It’s awful.”

This time you laughed with him. “Would it be bad if I met them?” You asked.

He shook his head. “No. I’ve been wanting you to, they’ve even been asking, but I just... I didn’t wanna freak you out about being a great grandma.”

You pouted, creasing your brow. “Baby, I know how strange your life is to say the least. I’ve kinda made peace with the idea that there’s going to be random shit popping up. Kinda what I signed up for when I agreed to marry an old man.”

Bucky’s jaw dropped, before he patted your butt. “You’re such a brat,” he said before kissing you. Then he pulled you away. “Wait I didn’t tell you about Noel and Kimmy.”

You laughed and then wrapped your arms around him as he told you about the two youngest kids. God you felt like such an asshole now. Maybe a blowjob later would make it up to him.

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x black!reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x reader #Sebastian Stan x black!reader

[eadanga]

Addicted to You Part 7

Summary: Esang is the maid of honor in her best friend’s wedding what happens when she meets the sexy best man?

A/N: This story is for @choicesgodfanatic​​​ one of my 500 follower giveaway winners hope you love it

Esang sat at the café waiting for MC to show up a text message from Shakarree showed up and she grins as she reads it

Hi beautiful how are you

Good waiting for MC we’re supposed to go wedding shopping

So am I going to get my tux for the wedding and Chris is here getting his tux

You guys will look so handsome I can’t wait to see the dresses

Me too I bet you’ll look amazing

Thanks hehe

“Esang!”

Esang looks up and sees MC running towards her. She stops to take a couple of breaths

“You ok?”

“Yeah I’m good sorry I’m late” MC huffs “I need some coffee” She walks over to the counter as Esang watches as she orders a coffee and huffs back over to the table

“Are you ok?”

“Becca showed up yesterday”

“Showed up for what?”

MC huffs “She interrupted movie night just to see Chris or whatever treated me like the fucking maid God I wanted to knock her ass out”

“MC I think she still wants Chris”

MC looks up her “No way they broke up years ago and Chris is already engaged to me not to mention she’s married”

Esang sighs “I don’t think she’s married”

“What do you mean?”

“When we went out to dinner I didn’t see any ring on her finger also she’s was only talking about herself”

MC eyes go wide “You think she’s faking it just to get Chris?”

“I wouldn’t put it past her sounds like the kind of thing she would do”

MC slams her fist “Ugh that bitch she’s trying to ruin the wedding well not on my watch I’m gonna tell Chris and make sure she’s banned from everything”

“Good now forget her let’s go wedding shopping”

MC smiles “Yeah we need to get the flowers and I want you to see the venue”

“What about the dresses?”

MC smiles “Well I sent everyone’s dresses so they can order them and look what I did with your dress”

MC holds up the her phone and shows her the maid of honor dress now a red shimmering dress Esang grins “This is beautiful you sure you want me to be shimmering I mean you’re the bride”

“The maid of honor has to stand out too and no I don’t mind and it’ll amazing on you”

Esang grins “Ok I can’t wait to see it”

“Great now let’s go shopping”

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“Can’t believe that brat showed up at our place” Chris fiddles with his tie in the mirror “I swear if she’s stalking me I’m getting a restraining order”

Shakarree sighs “I know what that’s like”

Chris turns to him “Least yours backed off I wish I never got involved with that crazy girl anyway what do you think?”

“It’s great man you’re gonna make that girl drool”

Chris chuckles “I think it’s the other way around”

Shakarree laughs “Right your eyes will pop out of your head when you see her in her wedding dress”

“She doing the old tradition where you can’t see the bride in her dress before the wedding”

“People still believe that? It’s not real but I think it’s great for you to be surprised”

Chris smiles “Yeah I can’t wait to see her mostly can’t wait for her to be my wife”

****

After shopping Esang met up with Shakarree at the pizzeria he smiles when he sees her “Hey gorgeous”

Esang blushes “Hi how are you how was getting your tuxes”

Shakarree shrugs “Not really a shopping guy unless it’s for snacks” He grins “I especially love brownies and peach clobber”

Esang laughs “That’s cute I’ll be sure to make you lots of brownies then”

“You’re very cute” He reaches out and touches her hand “I love seeing you smile I never want to see you frown”

Esang blushes “Thanks”

Shakarree smiles “Listen you think that um” He stops for a second then smirks “Nope I’m gonna ask you at the wedding”

“Don’t you dare you say it not”

Shakarree chuckles “Ok you want to be my girlfriend?”

Esang grins “Yes I do”

Shakarree grins wider then stands he grabs her hand to get her standing then kisses her deeply he pulls away smiling “I’m glad you said yes”

Esang smiles “Me too”

“Now I can take you on our first official date as a couple how’s a movie sound”

“I would love that”

****

MC returns back to the apartment and finds Chris in the kitchen cutting vegetables he smiles when he sees her “Hi sexy”

MC walks up to him “Chris we need to talk about something”

Chris stops what he’s doing when he sees her serious face he washes his hands and they sit on the couch “What’s wrong sweetie?”

“Well it’s about Becca Esang thinks she faked her marriage when we went to dinner”

“She faked it?”

MC nods “Yeah I looked up that guy she was with he’s an actor and there’s no sign that he and Becca are married”

Chris rolls his eyes “She’s made that all up just to show off how pathetic”

“I know but Chris I don’t like how she came here the other night we should be careful”

Chris takes her hand in his “We will babe I’ve blocked her number have you blocked it?”

“Yes but” Chris’s phone buzzes in his pocket “Hello?”

“Hi Mr Powell this is Caleb calling from the Meadow Gardens venue”

“Oh hi how are you”

“Good sorry to say we’re gonna have to cancel the reservation you have with us”

“What? But we have invitations made!”

“Sorry Mr Powell but we didn’t get your full deposit”

“My fiancé was there today to give it to you” Chris turns to MC “You gave them the check right?”

“Yeah I went there with Esang and handed over the check”

“So what are you guys talking about?!”

“Sorry Mr Powell it’s not in my system that you did we can’t hold a party if we don’t get paid in full sorry it didn’t work out have a nice day”

“Wait!” The line goes dead and Chris clenches his fist “We just lost the venue”

“What?! They took our money and not letting us use the venue”

Chris crosses his arms “Something’s not right about this”

****

Caleb walks up to a table where Becca sits sipping wine she doesn’t look up “Did you do it?”

“It’s all done Ms Davenport what am I doing with their money”

“Keep it hon Chris will still have a wedding here” She smirks “But it won’t be with her”

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[sl-newsie]

Chapter Thirty Two: Happy Birthday (Spot Colon x Female Newsie)

(Warning: slight hint at intimacy at the end) 

It’s today. Today’s my 19th birthday! 

I wake up bright and early, so I can start breakfast before everybody wakes up. Tha sun’s just rise’n, so a pale pink lights up tha kitchen. But just before I can start chop’n onions, 2 strong arms trap me between tha counter and-

“Morn’n, Spot.” I smirk.

Spot grins devilishly. “Morn’n, Beauty.”

He leans in and whispers in my ear: “I hear you has a boithday today.”

My grin widens. “You remembered!”

“‘Course I did! What made ya think I’d forget my goil’s boithday?”

I turn and wrap my arms around his neck, pull’n him closer. “Thank you.”

Spot kisses my neck and hums against my skin- then all in one move grips my thighs and sets me on the table. He lays his head on the table, look’n up at me with luv’n eyes.

“Today’s your day, Rebecca. You’s don’t have to do noth’n here, you can do whatever you wants. Got it?”

I nod.

“Good. So go on, shoo. Ya don’t godda make us breakfast, we’s all more than capable of do’n that ourselves. Go do whatever you want.” 

He gets up and opens his arms. “You’re free.”

He turns to walk away but I sneaks up behind him and jump on his back.

“Beauty? Wha-?” Spot chuckles and tries to turn around but I cling tight. “As much as I’s enjoy’n this, whaddya do’n-?”

“I wanna spend my boithday with my family, and-” I lean in and kiss Spot’s cheek. “With the man I luv.”

“Yeah, right.” Spot laughs it up but stops when he sees I ain’t joke’n. “Ya mean it?” He whispers.

I hug him tighter. “I really do.”

“God I luv you.” Spot sighs. When I unwrap from Spot he holds my face in his hands.

“Rebecca- what do you want to do?”

I think for a minute, then say: “We’re have’n dinner in ‘Hattan if you wants to come. Then…” I lean in. “Join me upstairs toight?”

Spot’s eyes widen and a big grin spreads across his face. “Sounds good to me.”

“Good. I’m gonna go to the market now and be back for lunch.”

“Save’n me from tha torture of shop’n? You’s a lifesaver!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Now get some breakfast ‘fore ya fall over!” I smirk as I head outside into the crisp autumn air. Some of tha boys is already start’n out- Danny and Vinny including.

“Hey, Becs! Hear’s you gots a boithday today?” Danny playfully slaps my shoulder.

“Sure do, guys! I’s officially 19 today.” 

“Congrats, Becca!”

“Yeah- I’s made it ‘round the world anodda year, big deal.” I shrug.

“Ya kidd’n? It’s your birthday! Celebrate a little!” Vinny swings an arm around me and points. “Head over to Queens. There’s a tavern called Tootsie a few blocks down, tell ‘em Vinny sent ya and they’ll set you’s up good. Trust me.”

“Oh, um-”

Before I can ask, Vinny and his grin’n brodda is already head’n inside.

“Um ok.”

I first head to the market and sift through all the produce, selecting a few fresh apples, squash, and some odda harvest goods. I also treat myself to a new winter shawl, already feel’n the warm sanctuary from the bitter cold. 

Then I follow Vinny’s advice and head to Queens. At foist I’s completely lost and got no clue where this ‘Tootsie’s’ place is, ‘til I follow a group-a Queens newsies to an alley and up to a lit-up sign display’n ‘Tootsie’s Dive Bar.’ It seems a bit uneasy, but the laughter com’n from inside seems like it’s on the friendly side, so I trust my gut and go with it.

I step inside, and immediately-

“Hey! Didjyou follow us here?!” The Queens newsies gang up and threaten to surround me.

“You’s from Brooklyn, ain’t ya?” A buff guy sneers.

A smaller kid shakes his head. “Naw, she’s from ‘Hattan. I’s sure of it.

“Actually, I-” I start.

“No, she’s Brooklyn material. Look at her shoit!”

“She’s Kelly’s sista-!”

“HEY!” I get in their faces. “I’s Becs Kelly, Jack Kelly’s sista and Spot Colon’s goil. I was sent here by Vinny and his brodda Danny ‘cause it’s my boithday, so if any-a you’s got a problem with that, take a hike!”

I shove past ‘em while they’s still stunned at my outburst and sit down at the bar. Business is slow for how early it is, and the waitress comes over right away. 

“You new here?” 

“Sure is. Vinny sent me. Any suggestions?” I point at the menu.

She smiles. “Vinny, huh? I’m his goil, Audrey.”

I gape. “No kid’n! Godda say, you’s got a real charmer of a fella!”

She narrows her eyes a bit. “You got one?”

I wave my hand. “No need to worry ‘bout me steal’n nobody. I ain’t like that. ‘Sides, I’s got my own guy to worry ‘bout.”

Her smile returns. “Really? Who?”

“Spot Colon.”

Now it’s her turn to gape. “Really? Spot? Last I hear he was too much to handle.”

I shrug. “Guess I can handle it. So- got any suggestions?”

The goil presses her lips togedda and stiffly points to a menu that’s nailed to the wall. 

“The apple pie’s a good choice, and I’d pair it with some cider.”

I nod. “Much obliged.”

She nods back and walks off, leave’n me with the Queens newsies.

I grunt. “You’s gonna just stare or are ya gonna say someth’n?”

The brute speaks foist.

“Sorry- is it Kelly or Colon?”

“Kelly… for now.” I wink.

“Sorry Kelly- we’s ain’t used to visitors- ‘specially in a less-known spot such as this. But any friend-a Vinny’s is a friend-a ours.”

His friends nod in agreement, and I smile in return.

“Thanks. ‘S nice to be welcomed.”

“Afta the stunt you’s pulled in tha strike, you’s welcomed here anytime,” A shorter newsie says.

“Thank you.” 

We do the spit-shake and by now my pie’s arrived- which is to die for. When we’s done it’s already 1:00, and I knows Jack’s wait’n for me by now. I head out and continue towards ‘Hattan, the familiar buildings give’n me comfort.

Crutchy, as usual, is wait’n at the window. In no time all the fellas is rush’n out to greet me.

“Happy birthday, Becs!”

“You’s officially 19 now!”

“Congrats, Becca!”

“Guys, guys, let me breathe!” I smile as I try to escape the human clump. “It’s so good to see you guys- I haven’t been here in forever! How’s things going?”

“Jack moved out!”

I stop walk’n and I turn to face Race with my mouth gape’n. “What?”

Blink grins. “Yeah, he and Sarah moved to a place downtown a few weeks ago. Didn’t he tell ya?”

I swallow and shake my head. “No.”

I ain’t mad… am I? After all, we’s ain’t truly siblings… but Jack go’n through someth’n big like this and not tell’n me is kinda a blow to the face. After he tried to control my life so much and now he’s not even talk’n to me- I donno what to think.

Crutchy notices my reaction and pats my shoulder. “Don’t worry, Becca- I’m sure he meant to tell ya and just got caught up with someth’n. That’s all.”

I nod and try to forget how sick I feel. “Yeah. Is he even gonna be here for my boithday?”

The fellas look at each odda, unsure how to respond.

“He ain’t been come’n ‘round here no more, so we’s havn’t talked with ‘em,” Race says.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. That’s what we’s thought when he didn’t show up for woik last week.”

“What!?” I gasp.

Mush chimes in. “He didn’t show up to sell papes all week- we’s start’n to wonder if he got a real job now, since you’s both 19.”

This just makes me feel even more betrayed. My own best friend, the one I trusted my life with, not even tell’n us he was leave’n.

“Well… let’s just celebrate that Becca’s here, and it’s her boithday!” Snipeshooter announces. “Let’s eat!”

We all scream ‘yeah!’ and stampede into the kitchen. Kloppman’s about to leave for the night when he calls out to me: “Happy birthday, Kelly!”

The last name makes me sad, but I smile and say ‘thank-you’ anyway.

Crutchy, being Crutchy, still notices.

“Becca, it ain’t just you he’s ignor’n. It’s all of us. We miss him too, but we godda move on.”

I give a small grin. “You’re right, Crutchy. I’ll make stew-!”

“The Hell you ain’t!”

We all stop in our tracks and whip our heads the the door.

David, Sarah, and- 

“Jack!” I cry out and rush ova to nearly topple him ova in a big hug, and soon the oddas follow my lead. “We’s thought you’d left us!”

“And forget me sista’s boithday? Never!” Jack grins.

“He didn’t tell you?!” Sarah looks at me in horror, then turns to Jack, frown’n. “You said you were going to tell them we were coming!”

Jack shrugs. “Maybe I forgot, maybe I wanted to surprise ‘em?”

Sarah smacks his shoulder and turns to me. “I’m so sorry, Becca. If we’d known Jack hadn’t told you we would have said something!”

“She’s right,” Davey agrees. “Sorry Jack, but you’re terrible at communication.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“Um, Jack- I can’t wait much longer. Sam’s getting fussy,” Les, look’n much older, pokes his head in the door.

“Who’s Sam?” I ask.

Sarah looks at Jack, furious, while Jack looks like he’s ‘bout to make a run for it.

“You. Didn’t. Tell. Her?” Sarah hisses.

Jack, eyes wide, simply says: “I’s been busy, y’know? We’s been try’n to raise a baby, for cry’n out loud!”

“WHAT?!” We all outburst.

My eyes widen and I put my hands up. “Shhh! You’s gonna wake tha kid!”

Sarah looks grateful at my remark, and motions to Les.

“Bring her in, Les.”

Les, look’n grateful to get a break from babysitting, steps in, and we’s now can all see he’s carry’n a bundle-a cloth.

I peer closer, and in the midst of blankets I can see a round, peach-colored face with a small clump of brown hair on top.

My heart melts almost instantly.

“Sarah! Jack!” I whispa. “Y-You… It’s Sam, right?”

Sarah nods and goes to take her child from Les, who goes to play with Snipeshooter.

“Samantha Becs Kelly, Sam for short. We figured you wouldn’t mind sharing your nickname considering you’re her Godmother.”

I nearly drop the glass I’s hold’n. “Wh-What?”

Jack wraps am arm around me. “That’s right, Becs. You’s a Godmodda- ‘s that ok?”

Still try’n to grasp at what’s happen’n, I nod. “Yes- yes! I’m honored! But why me?” I frown.

Jack gapes. “Who else’d be the best one to take care-a Sam if we’s ain’t here? Rebecca, you’s the most trustworthy goil we know, and it’s a privilege for us to have you to be the Godmodda for Sam.”

“I- I don’t know what to say… This is the best birthday gift I’s could ever imagine.” 

Sarah smiles. “Would you like to hold her?”

I smile and nod. “Yes, please!”

I gently take the slumbering babe and hold her close to my chest, rock’n her a bit. Sam stirs, and looks up at me with big, brown eyes- Jack’s eyes.

“Hiya, Sam. My name’s Becca.”

Sam coos. “B-Bbbbb.”

We all laugh and I hand Samantha back to Sarah.

“You’s go sit and make yourselves comfy while I go make dinner-”

“Nu-uh, Beauty. Lemme stop you right there.”

I gasp and turn, only to have soft lips press to mine and strong arms pull me in.

When Spot lets me go I have to stifle a laugh when I see Jack’s face.

“Hey, you’s moved out and had a baby without tell’n me- the least you can let me do is kiss my fiancé !” I snicker.

“HUH?” Jack all but falls oudda his chair, while the rest-a the fellas gasp and smile.

“Becca? You- you and Spot-?”

“Ya did it, Spot!” Boots congratulates him. “I told ya she’d say ‘yes!’”

“That I did, Boots,” I grin.

“And you’s say’n I’m the one keep’n secrets?” Jack looks confused, but Sarah is super giddy.

“Oh Becca I’m so happy! When’s the wedding?”

“You’s on board with this?” Jack asks, still dazed, and turns to the fellas. “Me sista’s engaged and you’s all act’n like it’s all fine and dandy!”

“Jack, it ain’t like I’s marry’n a serial killer.”

“She’s right, Jack. And Spot asked for our blessing a few weeks ago,” Race says.

“Mine too,” David says.

“And me too!” Les adds.

Sarah’s stunned. “So we were the only ones who didn’t know?”

“I think you and Kloppman.”

“Why didn’t ya tell us, Becca?” Jack asks.

I shrug and grin cheekily. “Maybe I forgot, maybe I wanted to surprise ya? So whaddya say?”

Jack frowns, then looks between the fellas, David, and Sarah, who all have hopeful looks- especially Spot.

“You’ll treat her right?”

Spot nods. “She’ll be treated as Brooklyn royalty, noth’n less.”

“Good. ‘Cause if I hear you’s been hard on her or if she ain’t happy-” “You’ll be the foist to know, Jackie boy.” Spot says sincerely.

“I bedda be.” Jack sighs and throws up his hands. “My hands are tied. Fine- ya have me blessing!”

Everyone cheers and Sarah hugs Jack.

“Which means I can do this-” Spot leans in and kisses me deeply, get’n a few hollars.

“Whatever- just don’t lemme see it,” Jack groans and avoids my gaze.

I now see that Bucky’s joined us, along with Scabs, Danny, and Vinny.

“As I’s was say’n…” Spot pecks my cheek and steers me to a chair. “You’s gonna sit, chat, and observe as we make you dinner this time, alright Beauty?”

I chuckle. “You boys is gonna burn the place down is what you’s gonna do!”

“Actually…” Mush speaks up softly. “I’s been practice’n.”

I gape. “Really?”

He shrugs. “I’s been work’n a few hours at Jacobi’s- guess they like my cook’n. So whaddya say, Becca- let us cook for you? ‘S the least we can do for all you’s done for us.”

I nearly cry. “Aw, thanks Mush. Thanks guys. You’s make’n this the best boithday I’s had in a long time!”

“Don’t mention it, Becca.” Specs sits next to me and hands me a small package. “Happy boithday!”

I freeze. No one’s gotten me a gift in forever…

“Really, Specs? You know I’s don’t take gifts-”

“No exceptions!” Race spreads his arms to make his point clear. “We’s all chipped in, and you’s gonna take it whedda ya likes it or not!”

Glare’n at Race, I gingerly take the package (which is supris’nly light) and slowly tear off the newspaper wrapping.

I godda smirk. “Nice wrapping papes.”

“Just shut up and open it!” Boots says.

I grin and finally get to open’n the box to reveal-

I gasp.

There, half covered in paper at the bottom of the box, is a brooch. A dark blue brooch, with my face. As if somebody had copied my face and engraved it in a stone the size of a large grape. And I’d seen these before, in shops when I was sell’n. They ain’t cheap.

“It- You- Why- Guys, how did you know?” I studda.

Spot hugs me and plants a kiss on my head. “Maybe a little boidy told me.”

I gasp and look up at him. “You’s been spy’n on me?”

Race looks a tiny bit sheepish. “We’s may have asked Spot to find out what you liked, see’n as how you’s spend most time with him now-”

I go to protest-

“But! At least you keep in touch,” Race adds, obviously to poke at Jack, who looks away.

“Scabs kept see’n you look at the jewelry window, and we’s figured you liked the brooch, correct?”

I nod.

“Yeah, and we’s know your favorite color is blue, so we got your face put on a blue stone.” Specs adds.

“B-But I’s a newsie… I can’t wear this to work! I’ll lose it, or someone’ll swipe it-”

“Beauty, you’s ain’t gonna be a newsie forever- I’ll make sure-a that,” Spot says to me and then leans in to whisper: “And… sometime down the line, it’d look real fine on you if you’s was a housewife.” 

“I hoid that!” Jack calls.

I smirk and kiss Spot’s cheek. “I like the way you think.”

Spot grins back. “I know.”

“Hey, luvboids, can we skip tha romance and eat?” Snipeshooter asks.

“I’m hungry!” Les says.

“Yeah, let’s eat!” Davey goes to help in the kitchen, while Spot gives me an odd look.

I raise a brow. “What?”

“You’ll see.”

And with that, he goes to help the oddas with dinner while I chat with Sarah and Les.

Afta a mouth-wadder’n meal (Mush can really cook!), we’s all sit and play cards.

“You got a real talent, Mush.” I congratulate him. “You’s should really look into that as a job.”

“Really?”

“Sure! ‘Sides, we’s ain’t all gonna be newsies forever!”

“What ‘bout me?” Race asks.

“You’d be a good banker.”

His nose scrunches. “Why?”

“You’s might suck at gambl’n, but ya can count money in no time flat.”

“She’s got a point, Race,” David speaks up. “I know a banker who’s looking for an apprentice if you’re interested.”

“And me?” Blink asks, a bit skittish. “I got a bad eye, remember.”

I smile and put a hand on his shoulda. “A teacher.”

Blink’s eye widens. “Really?”

“Ya kidd’n? I’s seen you teach Tommy how to read in a week! You’s a good teacher, Blink- ya just don’t know it yet.”

“Enough career talk- let’s play!” Race starts deal’n.

I groan. “Fine, but no bet’n! There are children present.”

“Hey! I’m 13 now!” Les complains. Wow he really did grow up.

“Sorry, Les. But Samantha’s still here. And I don’t want gambl’n on my boithday.”

Race gives in and throws up his hands. “Ok, just ‘cause it’s your boithday.”

I grin. “Thank you!”

The odda Brooklyn newsies head out early, mean’n Spot must’ve told ‘em to so we could be alone. On the walk back it’s a bit chilly, so Spot wraps his jacket around me.

“Really, I’s fine! You’s gonna catch a cold!” I protest.

“Beauty, I ain’t let’n ya freeze on me on your boithday. Then ya won’t get to see what I got ya,” Spot adds playfully.

I groan and face him dead-on. “What did you do, Colon?”

He looks away mysteriously. “Noth’n.”

I groan again and shake my head. “What am I gonna do with you?”

Spot leans in and kisses down my neck. “I could think of a few things…”

“Does it involve somewhere warm? ‘Cause that sounds nice right now.” I shiver a little. “I gots to get a new coat soon…”

We get back and the entire lodging house is nearly all dark. Everybody’s asleep and it’s really windy, which means we don’t have to worry ‘bout too much noise. I go to climb the stairs but Spot wraps his arms around me.

“At least lemme carry you up.”

I raise a brow. “You know me bedda than that to try and- hey!”

Spot smirks as he grips my things and lifts me up, already climb’n the stairs. I give in and wrap my arms around Spot’s neck, and my legs around his torso- cling’n tightly like a cat in a tree. This reaction makes Spot moan a little and I take the opportunity to tease him.

“What? Too close for ya?”

Spot all but kicks down the bedroom door to step inside and gently lay me on the bed, all the while kiss’n down my neck.

“Never too close, Beauty. It’s yer boirthday, and I wanna make you feel good. ‘S there anyth’n I can do?” He nips my ear and I moan.

“Anyth’n,” I whispa as I drag my hands down his muscular back.

“Ya sure?” Spot asks as he hovers over me, a playful but still sincere look on his face.

“Yes!” I lean forward and kiss him, surprise’n him. “Spot Colon, ya drive me crazy, and if you’s keep teas’n me I’m gonna ignore ya!”

Spot gets the message and, taking my warning seriously, immediately starts kiss’n me down my neck while he grips my thighs, run’n his hands up my hips. When I let out a blissful moan, Spot chuckles and sends vibrations down my skin.

“That feel good, Beauty? You like that?”

“Yes,” I barely make out as I hug his neck.

“I gotta know,” Spot asks when he looks up to kiss my forehead. “Whaddya see in me? Why me, outta all-a the guys in New York… Why pick a gutter-trash deadbeat like me?” He looks at me with wide, sad eyes.

My heart melts and I cup his cheek.

“Because, Sean- you’s one of the foist men to treat me as a lady with respect, that I’s a goil but I ain’t delicate. Ya ain’t gutter trash-”

“Really? You’s a rich bum’s daughta and you’s say’n I ain’t poor?” Spot looks a bit annoyed.

I make him focus on me.

“No, Spot. I luv you ‘cause money and be’n fancy don’t madda to you. You don’t care that I’s ain’t all proper-like. Not to mention-” I stare straight into him. “Your eyes are so fierce, yet I know you’ll never hurt me.” I kiss his nose. “Got a cute nose too.” I run my fingers through his wavy hair and run my hand down his face. “Your jaw is so defined, and-” I drag my hands down Spot’s neck to his chest. “Don’t get me started on the rest of you…”

By now Spot’s shake’n from my attention, and finds courage to grip my hand and cup my face.

“Ya really think that? Not just say’n stuff-?”

I cut him off with a deep kiss.

“I’d never say that if I didn’t mean it, Spotty. You’s the toughest, handsomest King of Brooklyn I could ever need and the only man I want. I want to please you, Spot. Always will.”

“Oh, Rebecca.” Spot hugs me close and buries his face in my neck. “I’ll always wonder how I ever found a poifect goil like you- I don’t deserve ya, angel.”

I scoff. “I am anyth’n but a poifect angel.”

Spot looks up, an evil grin on his face as he rests his head on my chest.

“No, you’s my angel- my gorgeous angel. You’s poifect to me, my Queen of Brooklyn, and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, Rebecca.”

He kisses me ova and ova as if I might just vanish.

“So… do you wanna see what I got ya?” Spot whispers suggestivly.

“You tell’n me this ain’t my gift?” I ask as Spot continues to run his hands up and down me.

“No, but you’ll like it just as much.”

“Oh? You sure ‘bout that?” 

“Yeah- but I donno, I can be very charming present.” Spot smirks.

I punch his shoulda and Spot jumps up to grab someth’n from off the dresser.

I moan and try to pull a blanket ova me. “Hurry up, Spot. It’s get’n cold.”

“In a bit, but foist-” Spot sits next to me and hold out a envelope. “Happy boithday, Rebecca Colon.”

Confused, I look at the envelope with a raised brow as I take it from Spot’s warm hand. There’s no writing on the cover, so I don’t know what to expect when I open it. When I do, I see it’s serious on account-a there be’n a bank seal on the front.

Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Sean Colon. 

We are pleased to inform you that your last mortgage payment was successfully transitioned, and that your new housing is officially available for your residence.

I realize what this notice is and gasp. I turn to Spot, who’s got a giddy wide grin on his face.

“This- It’s- Y-You… bought…”

“Bought an apartment,” Spot finishes, look’n a bit shy. 

My mouth’s still a-gape in awe. “Why?”

Spot swallows, then says: “‘Cause I knew you’d wanna leave here eventually. That if we’s was ever gonna have a proper family that we’d be someplace to call our own, not just the lodging house. But I godda warn ya-” Spot looks to tha floor. “-it ain’t too big, and no marble floors or whatnot-”

I drop the envelope and engulf my marvelous fiancé in a tight hug, send’n us tumbl’n back onto the bed.

“Sean, this… this is the most thoughtful thing you’s eva done for me. It’s- I- I don’t know what to say!” I kiss his face ova and ova.

Spot, for once, is speechless. His face is frozen in a surprised expression until I start kiss’n his mouth.

“Really? Ya like it? Ya haven’t even seen it yet-”

“I don’t need to, Sean, ‘cause I knows you picked out the best one with a view of tha bridge, just for the two of us, am I right?”

Spot is surprised again. “Y-Yeah, yeah! I did.”

I smile. “That’s all I need, no marble floors at all! I’m so excited to be your wife, Sean Colon!”

Spot seems to regain his confidence and leaves a mark on my neck. “And I’s so happy to be your husband, Rebecca Colon. Happy boithday.”

“How long did ya plan this?”

Spot shrugs. “Might’ve started think’n ‘bout it when we’s won tha strike.”

My expression softens. “Ya really luved me then, didn’t ya?”

“Like I’s said- eva since you ran into me. Sometimes I wanna thank Benny for ever chase’n you to Brooklyn, ‘cause ever since that day me life changed forever.”

Spot’s fingers slide under my shoit, and I flinch a little since he’s cold. But Spot sees this differently.

“You ok? I’ll stop if ya want-” He asks, a bit nervous.

I shake my head. “No, Spot. You’s just really cold!”

Spot snickers and his fingers return to my side. “So I’s can take this off then?”

I smirk and nod back. Spot goes on and begins kiss’n my stomach, lead’n up to my neck. It’s pure bliss, and the best present nobody but Spot could give me. And while Spot’s leave’n more marks on my neck, his hands move to ghost around my hips.

“What ‘bout these?” He playfully tugs at my trousers against my skin and make’n me jump.

“Off. Take ‘em off,” I breathe.

He does, slowly, as if savor’n and kiss’n every inch and leave’n only my boxers  and undershoit on.

(I’m Your Man, by Michael Bublé )

“If you want a lover, I'll do anything you ask me to.” Spot sings softly.

Not expect’n this, I open my mouth to speak but Spot puts 2 fingers up to hush me.

“And if you want another kind of love, I'll wear a mask for you.” He leans forward and lays on his side to pull me into be’n a little spoon so I can press my head against his chest while he rubs circles on my back.

“If you want a partner

Take my hand.

Or if you want to strike me down in anger

Here I stand.

I'm your man.” He kisses the top-a my head, and I can feel tears start’n to tease my eyes.

“If you want a boxer,

I will step into the ring for you.

And if you want a doctor-” 

Spot runs his hands up and down from my back to my thighs.

“-I'll examine every inch of you.

If you want a driver

Climb inside.

Or if you want to take me for a ride

You know you can

I'm your man.”

Spot squeezes me tighter, so I wrap my arms around him.

“Ah, the moons too bright,

The chains too tight,

The beast won't go to sleep!

I've been running through these promises to you,

That I made and I could not keep.

Ah but a man never got a woman back

Not by begging on his knees.

Or I'd crawl to you, baby,

And I'd fall at your feet.

And I'd howl at your beauty

Like a dog in heat!

And I'd claw at your heart,

And I'd tear at your sheet,

I'd say please, please!

I'm your man

And if you've got to sleep

A moment on the road,

I will steer for you.

And if you want to work the street alone,

I'll disappear for you.”

Now, Spot’s hand moves to rub my stomach.

“If you want a father for your child,

Or only want to walk with me a while

Across the sand,

I'm your man.”

He goes back to grip’n my hips and moan’n in my ear.

“Ah, the moons too bright

The chains too tight

The beast won't go to sleep!

I've been running through these promises to you

That I made and I could not keep!

Ah but a man never got a woman back

Not by begging on his knees.

Or I'd crawl to you, baby,

And I'd fall at your feet.

And I'd howl at your beauty

Like a dog in heat!

And I'd claw at your heart!

And I'd tear at your sheet!

I'd say please, please!

I'm your man.

I'm your man.”

He lifts my chin to look up at his handsome face, eyes shine’n with luv, loyalty, and adoration.

“‘Cause I'm your man.”

By now I’s cry’n, a steady flow of tears stream’n down my face. Wow- just… How did I eva get so lucky?

“Spot…” I breathe. “Did you do that for me?”

Spot lowers his head. “Maybe.”

“What’s wrong?”

He shrugs. “You’s cry’n, so I’s must’ve one someth’n wrong-”

“Shut up!” I wrap my arms around his neck and lean in to kiss him deeply, leave’n me sprawled on top. “Sean Thomas Colon, that was one-a the most thoughtful things anybody’s eva done for me, and it was poifect! I’s cry’n ‘cause folks don’t do that so much for me, and you acts as if I’s tha Queen of England! Don’t you dare say it weren’t poifect, ‘cause you’s just be’n hard on yourself! Just shut up and luv me!”

(Slight intimacy coming up, so feel free to skip. It’s a soft intimacy compared to other works I’ve read and there will be NO harsh language!)

I kiss him again and run my fingers through his hair. By now Spot’s get’n heated up and is get’n his legs tangled with mine. We rub against each odda and soon Spot’s moan’n with discomfort.

I give a small chuckle. “What’s wrong, Spotty?”

He groans. “You know what’s wrong!”

I rub my hand on his thigh. “I think I do.”

He moans louder. “Ya drive me crazy! Please, Beauty. I godda do someth’n!” He arches his back in attempt to ignore it.

I luv this. That Spot, be’n the in-charge poison he is, is ask’n me for permission. It just makes me luv him even more.

I rest my head on his chest and look right at him. “You wanna let go?”

He nods eagerly. “It’s all ‘cause-a you, it’s all for you! Please, just let me!” He squirms, and I don’t think he can take it much longer.

I nod. “Alright, Spotty. Go ahead.”

Spot’s head leans back and he lets out a big moan. All I can do is watch and admire his handsome face as it twists in bliss. I reach to hold his hand, but he’s still gripp’n my hips tight. At foist I think he’s nearly done, but then oudda nowhere his hips jut forward and I feel my pants get wet.

Immediately I inch away and wipe myself down. By now Spot’s realized what’s happened.

“Oh my God- Rebecca I am so sorry! I didn’t mean, ya know… God, why do I godda be so complicated?!” He sits up and rubs his brow.

I sit up next to him and rub his back, a gesture he’s surprised by.

“Spot, I’s ok with it. Noth’n happened. If anyth’n, I appreciate how you feel ‘bout me. ‘S just we’s ain’t quite there yet.”

“I know, I know. Just… I couldn’t help it, honest! You’s just so beautiful, and you’s my wife and I wanna have a future with you and I just luv you so much! It’s stupid, I know- I’s always heated up, so I godda learn to deal with it-”

“No, Spot. It’s not someth’n to be ashamed of. I luv you too, and I really do wanna have a future with you. ‘S just we’s just started this, and we should take it slow and easy. One day we will, but for now can we’s just lay here and smile since I’s a year older?” I lay him down and go to lay against his side, pull’n the blanket up. “I luv you, Sean, and I’m excited to have a future with you.”

Spot, who’s also cry’n now, hugs me and kisses my forehead.

“Don’t cry, Spotty. It makes me sad,” I say softly.

He nods. “I ain’t sad, I’s just happy you’ will’n to put up with me. I promise, Rebecca- you’ll never be treated bad ever again. You’s a wonderful person, and I’s gonna make sure you’s treated with respect. Happy boithday, Beauty.”

I smile in the dark and kiss a spot on his chest. “I luv you.”

“I luv you more than life itself.”

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