#n3ptoonz

Making out while she fingers you

Wear that pretty little set for me, baby

Using her favorite strap on you

You make such pretty noises for her

Part 2^

Part 3^; fingering

Taking mommy's fingers like a good girl

Watching you play with yourself on her strap

Scissor City™ counsel meeting

You can take it, honey

Cue New York State of Mind playing in the back. You couldn't figure out why he seemed to have an extra pep in his step in the morning. Making everybody breakfast, tidying the house on his own. You thought it was because he got to go into work a little later so you didn't pay it much mind

It was your day off, you told him you'd be going shopping with your kid so when you left after giving him a kiss he did a short workout just to keep his muscles warm, y'all know how the rest goes 🤭

"I'm hungry. You hungry?" You said to them while driving back from the store. "I was thinking...waffles and a sundae?"

Your kid gasped and pumped their fist in the air excitedly. "Bel Aire Diner?!"

"Bel Aire Diner," You confirmed with a smile

"Can we get some waffles for dad too?"

Your heart swelled at the word "dad". How smooth it sounded like it was second nature made you smile wider.

"Yes, we can get some for dad too."

The sundae finally showed up and your kid was scarfing it down

"Don't get a brain freeze," you said with a chuckle. The sound of sirens approaching the diner made your brows furrow

"AVTF!!! everyone stay seated!!"

You instinctively put your arm around them and covered their eyes

"Keep eating," you whispered while reassuring them everything is okay

What a lie that was

"Hey! Milkshake!"

And then everything erupted into utter chaos. You kept shielding their eyes while ducking the bullets, but you couldn't say you weren't at least a little curious. The guy taking them out one by one was masked; skilled. A vigilante

You watched it all in awe. You wouldn't necessarily call yourself a fan of vigilantes...you just have an objective appreciation for taking matters into their own hands when the law fails time and time again. It wasn't like you've talked about while not agreeing with all their methods that vigilantes were important for a place like Hell's Kitchen multiple times

The masked man stopped in his tracks after hitting the counter and somehow getting two forks to fly into his hands. He was only a few booths away so it wasn't hard to see him at all now. He removed his mask and turned around to talk to the guy who came in with his dog

Your heart stopped

You already recognized those familiar blonde locks you see every night before you go to sleep. It's when he turned around that he looked so...different. It's like he had a whole different face

"Oh, don't worry," you could hear him say. Yeah. That was definitely the man your child confidently called dad earlier. He smiled--that smile, not an ounce of warmth behind it--and threw the forks in his hands really hard to strike the last officer in the knees. Your jaw was on the floor. "I'm one of the good guys."

"It's Bullseye!" The officer called out. "It's fucking Bull-"

Did... he just kill a man with a lobster?

God damn it... he looked so cool while doing it too

When he went to grab the ketchup off the table, you locked eyes. The cockiness on his face disappeared but his eyes held zero remorse. That's because he wasn't sorry. And he wasn't sorry you had to see that. Just surprised you were there at the same time he was

Your shock registered as fear to him, which is something he was a little sorry for. He never wanted to scare you. He would never want to. It was a good thing your kid's eyes were still covered

He didn't return home until way later in the evening. Like, so late your kid was fast asleep. You didn't care to check the time because you were so fixated on the news

The door opens slowly and quietly. You look over to see him, still in that navy blue uniform and black jacket you bought him just because. He stood at the door with his hands in his pockets. You haven't seen him this nervous since he took you out on your first date

"I'll be packed and out of here by morning." He said

You turned off the tv, stood and walked up to him just to stop and stare. From how the suit fit over his chest to remembering how his hands looked in those gloves. How his broad shoulders and strong arms looked while taking out those degenerates. He thinks you're terrified meanwhile it's the hottest thing you've ever seen a man do

"You are not going anywhere," you said calmly while helping him out his jacket and hung it for him. Mm. The sight of him in that suit was giving you flashbacks. Your next words were going to be "Have a shower, I'll see you in bed," but your mind was going other places

He wasn't facing you. All you were seeing was his back. That broad, muscular back under his shirt. When you were in front of him, he gulped

"It doesn't bother you?" He asked quietly. "Who I am?"

You sighed softly and grabbed his hands to put them around you. The same hands you watched kill at least a dozen men without flinching. You held his face and gave him a kiss. Murmuring

"No. It doesn't bother me."

A small muscle twitched at the corner of his mouth--not a smile but not a frown either--and he leaned back in for another one. And another. And another...

"...We're not going to sleep, are we?" He whispered

"No."

"Keep the suit on?"

"Yes."

-

"What?!"

You groaned as you shuffled your work pants on in a hurry. Your shirt and shoes to follow, only to remember you forgot your socks. Your boss, Kassidy, called you in to bartend last minute since someone randomly quit today. Today was your only day off all week!

"I know it's sudden but we need you here, girl. You know how it is," she said. Sounding like she was reading a script.

"Don't think I do," you muttered under your breath and ended the call. The doorbell rung as you rushed to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Your older brother, Derrick, called out from his room.

"Hey, get the door for me!"

"Get your own door!" You shouted back and flipped on the dim flickering light. You really gotta talk to your landlord about that.

"Just get the fucking door!"

"No!"

He shouted your name and you groaned dramatically with toothpaste suds in your mouth, spitting it out then made your way to the front door, toothbrush still in hand. You opened it with haste, but stopped in your tracks. The guy that was standing there looked to his right and locked eyes with you. The neutral expression he had kind of shifted into a smug one as you notice his eyes lowering.

Your brow raised then you look down to see your uniform shirt was very much unbuttoned, your cleavage was on display and bra was peaking out. You covered your chest with a disgusted look and walked off.

"Derrick ! Your weed friend is here!"

Derrick stopped whatever he was doing with a look of panic and sped walked past the bathroom you went back to. When he went to greet Dex--you knew his name was Dex, you just wanted to be extra--Derrick went to dap him up and let him in.

"'Weed friend'?"

Your brother rolled his eyes as you ran past him to get to the kitchen. Dex made himself at home and plopped down on the couch like he owned the place.

"Ignore her. I thought you weren't coming until later?"

"Got my shit done early, thought I'd swing by early to kick it. That a crime?"

Derrick didn't want to make it abundantly obvious that he was trying to make sure you and Dex never crossed paths but Dex just had** to go off script.

"Nah, nah, just...warn me next time."

You slung your work bag over your shoulder and bolted towards the door with an apple--something like it was straight out of an anime. Dex watched your every move until you disappeared. You could feel it but chose to ignore it. Chalked it up to thinking you're weird or overall just being nosy.

Luckily your shift was just five hours and you got home at 11 but you weren't in the best mood because your hair got really frizzy from the beaming heat.

You walked in and didn't process that the lights were still on until you got hit with a cloud of weed smoke. Spotting Dex laid up on the couch and puffing O's in the air after taking a hit. When he heard the door shut he looked over. That same smug look on his face appearing from earlier.

"Love the hair."

You could kill a man right now.

"What? I'm being serious."

"Where's Derrick?"

You slid your work bag off your shoulder like it weighed a hundred pounds.

"D went out for some errands."

"At 11 p.m?"

"He's a big boy, he'll be okay. He'll be back in like 30 minutes."

You nod and pick the bag up again as you head to your room. It was rare that you ever crossed paths with Dex. He came over often but you were usually out with your friends or at work. How convenient.

Convenient as in Derrick set it up that way. It's been that way for the past fifteen years.

"You could at least open a window," you called out.

"And let out the antidote?"

He suppressed a laugh as he heard you react, not quite in favor of the song reference and how fast he said it.

"You did not just quote Travis Scott."

"Kinda did," he said, a little too proud, taking another hit. "There's still time to join the dark side."

"Hell no. I enjoy having a working immune system."

"Ah, that's for rookies."

You walked back out in much more casual attire, hair less frizzy, and went to the kitchen to heat up your leftovers. But when you opened the fridge, the three slices of yesterday's pizza in a ziplock bag were nowhere to be found. Your blood almost turned cold. You've been thinking about that pizza since Kassidy called.

You look up and over to Dex like you were in a horror movie. Except you'd be the killer.

"Dex."

"Uh huh."

"Where's my pizza?"

"Oh, shit. That was you?"

You slammed the fridge door.

"My fault."

You startled him a little with how fast you got to the couch. He quickly sat up and held his hands up.

"Damn, girl, I'm just fuckin' with you! I hid it in the microwave."

"Why... would you hide it in the first place?"

"D said you'd beat my ass if I ate your food. Wanted to see if he was bluffing."

You stare at him blankly then go back to find the pizza still in the bag in the microwave. With a sigh you grabbed a plate and tossed them back in.

Dex got up to walk over and lean on the doorway. Arms folded, biceps slightly visible through his baggy shirt but that's not important.

"Surprised you don't have munchkins."

His brow raised before he laughed. "Munchies, sweetheart."

"Please do not call me that."

"Well, what should I call you?"

"My name, maybe?"

The microwave dinged and you took the plate out, making no move to get out the kitchen. Not yet at least.

He said your name but it wasn't normal...you think. His voice softened and got deeper just a little. Little enough to think you might be delusional.

"Now that's a pretty name."

Your heart definitely did not flutter a little there.

"Okay, actually, you shouldn't be calling me anything anyway."

"And why is that?"

"I shouldn't be talking to you."

"Says who?"

"Derrick."

He said a lot more than that.

Dex scoffed and turned away from you to lean more on the doorway. "Oh, word?"

You nodded with a thin lipped smile. "Word."

He hummed softly to himself when you responded. It sounded unnatural coming out of your mouth. "It's cute when you say it."

"Can you not do that?"

Your eyes meet again. "Do what?"

"Flirt with me? It's weird."

"I'm not flirting with you."

Liar!

"I was stating the obvious."

You rolled your eyes, finally taking a bite of food and planned on going back to your room and eating so you can catch up on your show. But when you walked past him he spoke up again.

"Had fun at work?"

You stop and turn slowly to him.

"...what?"

"I said," he repeated slower. "Did you have fun at work?"

What a ridiculous question. And yet, in the blink of an eye, an hour passes.

You're both on the couch, just laughing your asses off over some crazy stories of his that are completely unbelievable. Some of with included Derrick. You're clutching your stomach from how funny he is when the door slams shut.

Both your heads turn and the room fills with silence. You rolled your eyes at him when he walked over.

"I'll see you tomorrow, bro."

He stood there with his hands in his pockets. Staring Dex down as if they weren't best friends.

"Damn, it's like that?" Dex said as he stood up.

"Getting late, man," he insisted and gestured for him to leave. "Catch you later."

Dex put his hands up and glanced at you one time just because he knew it would irritate your brother. When he grabbed his hoodie and slipped it on you lowered your eyes upon getting flashed by his abs for half a second. The door closed behind him and there was silence again.

"... don't make it weird," you muttered.

"I told you to stay away from him."

"You shouldn't have let him stay over while you were out."

"You couldn't have just did your shit and stayed in your room?"

"Oh my god," you exasperated. "I'm not 18 anymore! I'm not some helpless impressionable kid who hasn't an ounce of discernment."

He rubbed his temples like you were giving him a headache. It was the other way around!

"He's... just don't do that again."

"What is so bad about a guy you consider your best friend? If he was so dangerous, why let him stay here, alone, in the house?"

"Because I can!"

You scoffed and stood up. "You're starting to sound like him."

Derrick sighed heavily. "Don't say that."

"Don't act like him and I won't say it."

"I'm not him," he says firmly. "You're being dramatic."

"Me? You don't want me around your drug dealing best friend because, what, you think I'll catch feelings?"

He didn't respond. That was enough for you to get offended.

"Wow..."

"Listen-"

"No, you listen. I'm 32 years old now. Not 15. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. Alright?"

He crossed his arms. Still silent. You had a point.

"...alright."

"Alright. And I actually know how to function while sober, so."

He rolled his eyes as you went back to the kitchen to rinse off your plate. "Whatever. I did you a huge favor keeping my shitty mistakes from effecting you."

"I know. Love you, brother!"

You came out and held out your hand to initiate your handshake. Afterwards you put your hand on his shoulder to bring him down to your height.

"I am still a grown ass woman and you will treat me as such."

He playfully swatted your hand away before pushing you towards your room.

"Yeah, yeah. Good night."

You're busy wiping glasses behind the counter since it was usually slower at the bar in the middle of the week. Your coworker, Asha, which you could honestly call a close friend by now, finally clocked in and appeared at your side with a bright smile.

"You are wiping the hell out of that cup."

You snapped out of your thoughts and smiled back when you saw her, nudging her when her comment registered in your head.

"Gives me something to do before Kass tells me I'm not doing my job again."

She laughed and started rearranging the liquor bottles behind you--her version of cleaning--while stealing glances at your face.

"Did you get your eight hours?"

"What do you mean?"

"It looks like you didn't get much sleep. Said with love."

You playfully rolled your eyes. "Maybe that's just my face."

She looked past you for a moment with a confused look.

"Uh...either I'm crazy or there's a fine ass man staring at you, front of house."

"What?" You turned and followed her eyes. It was impossible to miss the man that definitely stood out amongst the rest of the customers. You put the cup you were mindlessly cleaning down and slowly made your way towards him. Asha watched with a keen eye, completely disregarding the bottles she was organizing.

"What you acting shy for?" He called out once you got close enough. "C'mere."

You couldn't help but laugh at how absurd it was to see Dex, of all people, at your job...the day after your brother freaked out for even sitting in the same room with him.

"Dex?"

He smiled at you and met you in the middle with open arms. So we're on hugging status now...okay...?

"What's up, mama?"

Mama?!

You were already in his arms before you could even question it. When he let go, you could just hear Asha asking a million and one questions the second you got back to work.

"I thought I told you to quit the nicknames."

"You said don't call you 'sweetheart.'"

"Alright, well I'm telling you don't call me anything that isn't my name. What are you doing here anyway?"

"Damn, girl, you ain't happy to see me?"

"I didn't say that!"

"Wowwww, that's, like, really fucked up."

"Dex," you feigned exasperation.

"Maybe I just wanted to grab a drink."

"At my job. The place I haven't even told you I work at."

"D told me."

You gave him a look.

"...He mentioned it in passing."

"Right."

"For real, though, I just wanted to surprise you."

"You know my brother would have your head if he found out you pulled up to my place of work, right?"

Dex had a laugh. A genuine laugh.

"He can certainly try."

Your brows furrowed. Whatever that means.

"I'm gonna get back to work. It was good seeing ya."

You turn and start to walk back when he called out again. This habit was seriously starting to get annoying!

"What time you get off?"

You stopped in your tracks. Then made eye contact again.

"You're serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't..." you scratched your head. "Are we, like... friends now?"

"Shit, I thought we were."

You didn't have words for that. The tension was broken once Asha called out your name in a hushed panic so you'd turn back around and see Kassidy about to survey the floor.

"Shit, uh, I really gotta go. We can't hang out. It'd be weird. Sorry."

He watched you scurry back to the bar, practically tripping over yourself trying to grab an already clean glass and wiping the rim with the small towel hanging from your apron.

"Girlllll," she whispered as she peeped him standing there, looking like he had something else to say but chose to leave it alone and left. "Who the fuck was that?"

"My brother's friend," you whispered back and began stacking the glasses to make it look like you were actually working. "I don't know why he came. He'd have a hissy fit if he somehow got word that he came to my job and I didn't immediately tell him off."

"Oo, he want you."

You scoffed. "Ew."

"Don't play. You know he fine as hell."

"He's my brother's best friend."

"And??"

"One, that'd be really weird if his best friend was into me. Two, that also means I'd be the complete opposite of his type anyway. I'm sure the women he gravitates towards don't look like... this."

"Like...?"

"Boring."

"You are not boring."

"You haven't seen me outside of work. You know why? Cause I'm boring!"

"Working hard, ladies?"

You both turned at the same time. Kassidy stood there with her clipboard and her fake smile.

"Working hard," you said.

"Very hard," Asha added. "Making everything as neat as possible before the rush, ma'am. All her idea."

You held back a laugh. Kassidy nodded with an impressed hum.

"Love to see it. Don't let me interrupt you. I know it's slow but I'm sure it'll pick up in an hour."

"Aye, aye," you saluted her as she walked away. The second Kassidy was out of earshot, Asha turned back to you with a grin.

"He wants you."

You groaned. "Stop."

"I'm just saying! You gotta hit that at least."

"What?!" You huffed in disbelief. "Are you crazy? And who even says that anymore? Perv."

You playfully shoved her shoulder and grabbed a small towel to start wiping down the bar. Before she could continue her "analysis," Kassidy reappeared.

"Hey," she got your attention from across the bar where two customers had finally sat down at a booth near the window. "Table three needs drink orders."

"On it," you left the bar with a glance over your shoulder at Asha winking at you all theatrically. You laughed it off and went to serve the waiting customers with a smile.

Later that shift; closing.

"Sooo," she said while stacking chairs on their respective tables.

"You have got to let it go," you replied while wiping down the other side of the bar. It was just you two since it was closing time. "I'm not getting involved with a guy like him."

"Ugh, translation: I hate fun," she pouted. "Nothing wrong with making stupid decisions every once in a while!"

"That's the thing, I don't have that luxury," you explained. "I don't get to be the sibling that fucks up. Always had to be the goody two shoes sister who actually completed high school and** college and rarely ever had a boyfriend and kept a decent/stable job that didn't include drugs. I'm the boring one in the family which is technically a good thing. I've accepted it a long time ago."

Asha paused stacking chairs to fully turn and look at you.

"Stop calling yourself that. You aren't boring."

"The life I live would say otherwise, but, I dunno, I mean It's not like I haven't thought about it every single day and almost every waking hour," you stopped cleaning and leaned on the counter for a moment to think. You haven't talked about this kind of thing with anyone, not even your close friends. "Sometimes I'd like to be able to make a dumb decision without a second thought. Like... sometimes I wish I wasn't known as the good girl. You know?"

Asha sighed and pursed her lips together. She didn't know what to say that would cheer you up or even comfort you. Then something told her to look to her right. A dry chuckle escaped before she could catch it.

"I think your wish might come true."

"What do you mean?"

She didn't say anything, waiting for you to follow her eyes again. When you looked over to the big window by the front door, you scoffed. No way.

"There's no way..." you muttered.

"I...will finish closing."

"What? No, I can't ask you to do that."

"It's a good thing you didn't ask!"

She came over and snatched the towel from you, pushing you towards the door.

"Wha- hey! I still need to change!"

"I'll bring your duffel!"

She pushed you out the door and waved at Dex with a big smile. He waved back and put his hand back in his pocket as she took off running towards the locker room.

"She seems nice."

"Dex," you began. You didn't even know how to feel right now. "You know you aren't supposed to be here."

"Yeah, I know."

"... do I even wanna ask why you're here?"

"I feel like you're itching to know."

"No, don't tell me...you're here for me."

"Well look at you, Miss She-lock Holmes."

You playfully groaned as if it physically hurt to hear him say that.

"I did not know Derrick had such corny friends."

"Comes with the territory."

Asha came back out and shoved the bag in your hands, whispering "Go get em girl" then ran back inside and locked it so you wouldn't even think about going back in.

"I'd like to give you a ride home."

"Derrick would slash your tires."

"Maybe," he shrugged and started walking. You made eye contact with Asha staring through the window and waved her off, following behind Dex begrudgingly.

At least you didn't have to take the bus...

You walked with him to the parking garage and he pointed to the big black jeep a few feet away. He even opened the passenger door for you.

...this is so strange...yet so nice...?

You hesitated for half a second, just long enough to wonder if this was real life or some bizarre dream, before climbing into the worn leather seat. The interior smelled faintly of a woodsy scent--obviously to cover the smell of weed--and...a really good smelling cologne. The kind that would make your head turn if he walked past you.

He arrived in 15 minutes. A hell of a lot faster than the bus, which is double the time. You got out and rounded the car with a quick wave.

"Uh, thanks. For real."

"No problem."

You stood there for a second.

"...you can go."

"Gotta make sure you get in safe."

"If Derrick sees you-"

"-he won't. Go. And good night."

You sighed and quickly made your way to the door, going inside without another glance. He pulled off; thank heavens Derrick was sleep by now. A big part of you hopes Dex doesn't make this a regular thing...but the other really small part wouldn't particularly mind the excuse to break out of this faux saint shell.

Whatever. This is likely a one time thing and you're still focused on saving up enough to finally move out. There wasn't time to think about-

-He took you home the rest of the week.

Friday came in a flash. This time when you got out the car after thanking him, he got out and leaned on the door since he had to park a little farther to avoid being seen. You waved goodbye, he waved back, and you took a few steps back. This Is the part where you keep walking...but you didn't.

"Fuck it," you muttered and went up to him to kiss him on the cheek. Giving him no time to react verbally as you walked away quickly, but you did feel him lean into it a little. He smiled to himself with a short chuckle and got back in his car after you nearly ran through your front door.

And then things just..started changing.

What would appear as little things to anybody else is a billboard of a difference for you.

"What the..."

Your other coworker, Danny, and Asha were staring at you like you had two heads when you came into work.

First of all, you were late. You're never late.

"Hey, girl...!" Asha said with her eyes on your collarbone.

"Hey, sorry guys, I overslept, totally on me."

"Right," Danny chimed in. "Is that alcohol I'm smelling?"

You smiled sheepishly. "Ah, yeah...sorry about that as well."

"Okay, uh, I ask this with all the love in my heart...what the fuck did you get up to last night?"

-

Last night; 10 p.m.

"Damn, girl, slow down," Dex said as you just finished your third hard cider beer. "It ain't going nowhere."

"This...I am celebrating," you slurred and latched onto his arm for support.

"And what exactly are you celebrating?"

"I am celebrating... being bad," you whispered. "No more mister nice guy."

"Yeah?"

His arms flew to your waist to keep you balanced, now being behind you. You gasped and turned in his hold despite his efforts to keep you from falling on your face.

"Tattoo!"

"What?"

"I'll get a tattoo! Like yours!"

"You are not getting a face or neck tat."

"I knowww I mean like right here," you pointed to your collarbone.

"Good spot. D won't even notice."

"He can get the hell on somewhere. I'm getting that tat."

"I'll take you right now."

-

"... got drunk and got a tattoo."

The two exchanged looks.

"And that's what made you oversleep?" Asha asked.

-

"Oo it look real pretty," he said as he looked at it under the streetlight next to his truck. "Almost as pretty as you."

You smiled, saying nothing else before grabbing his face and kissing him. Ahem. With tongue. He hummed in a pleasant surprise and pulled you closer. No seconds thoughts.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck," you whined. How he ended up balls deep inside you in the backseat is quite fucking blurry.

"I know, mama, I know it's big," he murmured in your ear with encouraging, guiding hands on your hips. "All for you. Shh, shh, listen how she talk back to me."

You quieted down to hear the obscene squelching coming from between your legs.

"Aw, she's beggin' for me. Weepin', baby. That's all mine. Say it."

"It's all yours," you barely managed to say. Hands gripping his shoulders.

"You damn right it's mine. Think you can cum for me when I tell you to?"

You nodded as it was impossible to speak anymore. He had the nerve to count how many bounces it took to bring you on the edge. Counting 13 before telling you to cum. And you did.

He pulled out and told you to catch it in your mouth. You did that too. When he finished, he pulled you up to peck your messy lips.

When you settled down a bit next to him, the alcohol started to wear off and you became more and more tired. But it just dawned on you.

Oh...shit. You just fucked your bother's best friend.

"You... will not tell him about anything that happened tonight," you said while lazily fixing your too-short skirt you barely get to wear out anymore. He laughed a little at the thought. Not that he would feel inclined to do so anyway. That was smile he wasn't trying to deal with. Not right now, at least.

He locked eyes with you, a sly smirk on his face as he did the zipped lips and throw away the key gesture.

"Secret's safe with me, pretty girl."

-

"...yes."

They exchanged looks again.

"Okay..." Danny said. "Just try not to do that again. Kass almost threw a fit earlier when she realized you were late."

"Won't happen again. I promise."

Three months to by like that.

You saved enough money to get your own apartment. You're finally free!

And you've gotten more tattoos. His god damn initials on your hip.

Your style has completely changed. Your coworkers and friends barely recognize you. All you wear is crop tops and low rise stylish jeans outside of work to show off now. You've started partying with Dex more and getting acquainted with his "friends."

First mistake.

There was that time he lost you at a house party and found you passing around a blunt, smiling and cuddling up a little too close with his homeboy. When you got home, he was pissed. So pissed he pulled his gun on you--drunk and high, by the way.

"What I tell you about getting too close with these fools?"

He said while pressing it under your chin. The Dex you "knew" vanished. Or maybe this was the real him. Who knows, you are cross faded to all hell right now.

Instead of cowering like you normally would've if this was months ago, you parted your lips while looking him in the eyes. Tilting the gun up to teach your mouth and started sucking on the tip of the gun. Just. The tip. He watched you with sick curiosity. Were you insane? Did you have a death wish?

The questions didn't seem to matter that much when he came up with the grand idea to fuck you from behind with the gun to the back of your head.

Then came the time, at another party, where you got into a really heated argument and you threatened to fuck his friends because he still wasn't claiming you as his girl.

Second mistake.

He proceeded to grab you by the arm and drag you outside to his circle of acquaintances, the last people he would ever call his friends, and offered you up for grabs. "Free game," as he called it. Letting them play with your hair and caress your face. Even did as much as turning you around and acting like he was going to pull down your pants. That's when you apologized profusely and hid behind him. He scoffed and dragged you back inside.

"Bet you won't say that shit again."

And still, you eventually got a tramp stamp. A bullseye.

You're not sure how you've been able to keep living a double life. Your brother is still convinced that you're the same person you were when you left. Definitely not now the girl who greens out almost every day after work. You could work a short morning shift and be high as fuck in the afternoon. It didn't matter.

And then came the final straw. Your biggest mistake was getting involved with one of his friends from his gang. The world Dex lives in, "getting involved" can and will mean something as simple as having one brief conversation with someone who owed bad people a lot of money and drugs.

You were kidnapped. But not without a fight.

Which did lead to you getting beaten. Pretty badly.

"The fuck?" Dex's friend muttered as he took a drag of his cigarette. "Yo, Bullseye. Check this shit out."

Dex took his phone. When his eyes landed on the photo of you, unconscious and tied to a chair, bruises and cuts all over you--which showed that you put up a good fight--and your face being held up to look at the camera, his chest felt like it was caving in. The following text said:

"Bricks or she dies."

It was referencing the bricks of coke Dex and his boys stashed from a house robbery gone wrong. Not his fault the other guys forgot to come collect!

"Ain't that yo girl?"

He stared at it for a few moments then sighed really heavily, locking eyes with everybody in the room.

"I'll handle it."

Two. Days. Later.

A hard slap woke you up. So hard it drew blood in your mouth.

"Mornin' sunshine."

You don't know how many days it's been but you could tell it's been more than 48 hours given that the guy in front of you's broken nose was slowly healing.

"I'm gonna ask again. All you gotta do is tell the truth and you walk free. Where. The fuck. Is the coke?"

You spit blood in his face.

"I've seen all your faces," you rasped. Voice still coming back from when you were screaming at them. "Like hell you'll let me walk"

He wiped his face with your shirt and stood up with a dry chuckle. Pulling his gun from his pants and cocking back the hammer as he pointed it between your eyes.

"You real loyal to your dealer. I'd say respect but that's just stupid as shit, and you don't seem like a stupid girl."

"I told you I don't know where the fucking coke is."

"Stop fuckin' lying."

He moved the gun under your chin so that you were forced to look at him. Bright fluorescent light stinging your eyes.

Then the lights flicker. Three times.

The leader of this group walked up and snatched him back away from you with a panicked look. He wasn't there when they took you but you could tell he was in charge.

"What the fuck are you doin'?!"

"Getting our shit back, what you think I'm doing?"

"Are you stupid?!" He exclaimed. "That's Bullseye's girl."

The other guy instantly goes pale. The room full of big guys with automatic rifles is quieter than before.

"How do you know...?"

"Travis told me about you bringing in a girl with a bullseye tramp stamp. And you brought her to our spot. Fuckin' moron."

The lights flicker again. You start chuckling and looking around the room to count how many guys were there.

"Fuck is so funny?" The moron asked.

"You are all...so fucked."

"Yeah? How would he know where we are? We're underground."

"She's right. We gotta go. Now."

"We have military grade guns."

"They have Bullseye."

Silence fell. A knock came to the door.

"Yo! They're on the way in! We gotta move!"

The leader ran his hand down his face as he went to open the door, gesturing for the others to follow. It opened and he instantly collapsed the ground. The others look up and see

"Bullseye!"

They raise their guns in haste, but it's too late. Three go down from his silencer pistol and with the rest, well, he just wanted to show off.

He tucked his gun away and found random objects nearby to break and send them flying into their necks. One guy managed to cut you free and get behind you, head-locked and a gun to your head. You grunted in pain but kept a brave face. A weak smile on your lips as you nodded. Without hesitation, Dex flicked a broken glass shard really hard at you and you turned your head at the very last moment. It had just grazed your ear when it landed right in the guys throat.

He was the last to drop. Your knees gave out as you held onto the chair but Dex was on you in a flash, picking you up and carrying you out bridal style. You fell limp against him. Head on his shoulder as he walked out and his boys come in to start taking their shit. Money, drugs, all of it.

He got to his car and carefully put you in the passenger with your seatbelt on this time (oh wow he must really care!) then he got in the drivers side and waited for them to come back out.

"So that's why they call you Bullseye," you murmured tiredly. He glanced at you, a sting of protectiveness and something else he couldn't quite place striking him in the spine as he swallowed his pride and held your hand, looking out to see if anybody could see him before pressing a kiss to your dried bloody knuckles.

He didn't say anything for the rest of the ride to his place.

As he took care of you for days, the past few months have been playing in loop in your head. You're not the same woman you were when you opened that door. Your body was covered in little tattoos that had no meaning. Hell, you had a fucking tramp stamp!

You drank, smoke, and fucked most days. Learned how to use a gun and properly wield a knife. It took one dumb decision and you just couldn't stop. It felt so good to just do stupid shit for once. Have a taste of the life your brother so desperately made sure you'd never have to live.

"I told you to leave my guys alone."

You looked down while Dex was gently cleaning a skin wound on your shin. Did he just say what you think he just said?

"Excuse me?"

"I said I told you to leave my guys alone. All you had to do was listen to me."

You sat there in silence.

"I was gone for almost three days, Dex," you said calmly. "I almost died. For something that had nothing to do with me. I assume you only found me because they sent you some kind of picture of me while I was unconscious and that** is what you have to say to me?"

Silence fell again. Then a huge argument erupted. All it took was him asking how many times he's had to remind you how dangerous this shit is and you went off. Despite how pissed he was it was still surprising to see you this angry. You're not even sure you've even seen yourself this angry.

Everything came tumbling down. It wasn't just him talking to you crazy but every single thing that's been bothering you. Everything he's done that you should've addressed but let it go because he "has it hard." It got so bad you stunned him into silence after breaking up with him and stormed out of his place despite having a slight limp.

It's been a week. He hasn't called. Texted. Shown up to your door and begged for you back. By the end of the week you felt like shit. How did you let this spin so out of control?

You stared at the contact on your phone with tears in the corner of your eyes. "Brother 🖕." You can almost hear him complaining about the emoji next to his contact again.

The line rang.

"Long time no speak," his voice crackled on the other side. It's been a while since you've called him but you've been texting here and there. Just the sound of his voice "...Hello?"

"I fucked up," you said with a quiet, shaky voice. His smile instantly vanished.

"What?"

"You were right," you continued with a sniffle. "I fucked up really bad and I should've listened to you. I shouldn't have said you were acting like dad when you were just trying to look out for me. I'm so, so sorry..."

"Woah, woah, slow down. Right about what? What happened? Are you okay?"

"... right about Dex..."

Derrick put the phone down for a moment to take a deep breath then put it back up to his ear.

"Are you home?"

"Yeah."

"I'm coming over."

"You don't have to do that-"

"-like hell I don't."

You heard the sound of a chair moving and keys jingling before the call dropped. He was there in 25 minutes. The second you opened the door, you broke. It wasn't just relief from seeing him again but also seeing his reaction to this completely different version of you. The side you've hidden so well for months.

The door shut and you just cried your eyes out against his chest. He hugged you carefully to avoid worsening your physical pain.

"I'm so sorry," you sobbed. "I never meant for it to go so far."

Derrick didn't say anything. Not that he could anyway. He wasn't the comforting type and it wasn't often that you cried around him after you got to high school. Especially not like this. All he could do was shush you and keep holding you. Seemed like it was what you needed.

"I need you to tell me who did this to you," he said. "The bruises, I mean."

You pulled back just a little to look at him after wiping your tears. "You're not pissed at me?"

"Oh, I am," he admitted with a faint chuckle. "But that's the least of my concerns right now. You need to tell me who did this."

"They've already been dealt with," you said while wiping more of your tears. "Dex got them all. By himself."

Derrick scoffed and shook his head. "That so? Sonuvabitch didn't stop and think to call me."

"Yeah, we, uh...we got into a huge argument after, last week. I haven't heard from him since and that's kinda why I called you. Processing all this shit at once overwhelmed me so bad that I had to call you."

Derrick hummed to himself. "I'd be surprised if you did hear from him."

"Why?"

"Oh, you don't know?" You shook your head. "He went to prison."

"O-ohh...." was all you could say at first. Prison?! "When did he...?"

"Few days ago. RJ called me a few hours after they booked him. Eighteen months."

"Eighteen months...I don't even wanna know what he did."

"I wasn't gonna tell you anyway."

You laughed at that, calming down more as the conversation went on.

"Now you understand why I was on your ass?"

"I do. I said I was sorry."

"About twenty more times and I'll go easier on you."

You rolled your eyes before he pulled you back into a hug. This time you hugged him back.

"I really am sorry." You murmured.

'I heard you the first time' was on the tip of his tongue but he chose to let the moment stay at least a little wholesome.

"I know."

Eighteen months later.

It just turned midnight when five knocks come to your door. You quickly grabbed your piece from the kitchen drawer and quietly came to the front. Checking the peephole, you sighed heavily and put your gun away before opening the door.

First mistake.

He looked to his right and locked eyes with you. Unable to stop the little soft smirk that appeared on his face

"... what's up, mama?"

You were not happy.

"Why are you here? Actually, don't tell me. I don't care. Go."

"It's like that?"

"I left your ass. Remember? You need to go before I call Derrick."

"You ain't gonna do shit."

He pushed past you into your place knowing you wouldn't stop him. You closed the door behind him.

Second mistake.

"Wanna bet?"

"Think you can get to your phone before I can intervene?"

You narrowed your eyes. He started smiling.

"I've only been gone a year and some change, baby," he said as he walked towards you. You didn't back down though.

He liked the challenge.

"Don't fuckin' call me that."

"Or what?"

"Why are you here?"

"Unfinished business."

He got so close you instinctively backed up and hit the door.

"You really need to leave, Dex."

Yeah, very convincing there.

"Tell me to go, and I'll go," he shrugged and jutted his chin towards the door. Though a big part of you didn't believe him. "Just say the words, 'get out' and you'll never see me again."

You hesitated.

Last mistake.

He nodded and stood directly in front of you, leaning down just an inch from your face. "See, that's your problem," he said your name. Warm breath fanning against your lips. "You bluff. All you do is bluff. Because in your heart of hearts, you're too good. Too much of a good girl. You're not gonna tell me to leave and you damn sure ain't calling D."

He paused to watch you try not to squirm. Aw, how cute.

"Say you want me," he added. "Just get it out way."

Oh, how you always felt so small in his presence sometimes. This is a man you've shed real tears over. Sobbed in your brother's arms and even promised you wouldn't do this shit again.

But the high that was Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter was a high you've been chasing since you first locked eyes. He was right. Unfortunately.

"...I want you..."

"Say it again."

"Dex-"

"-say it again."

"I want you," you said louder like it hurt to utter such truth. He did that stupid side smile that always had you weak in the knees.

He didn't move immediately. He let that admission hang in the air so you'd really feel it. He knew he had you. He knew exactly which buttons to press to make you crumble in his cruel hands.

"I know."

Now he closed the distance with a kiss. Tongue first. You melted just like that. In that year and some change you were getting your shit together. Got a better job and everything. And here he comes undoing all the things you had to unlearn just from being around him.

A single tear shed down your cheek as you cupped his fave abs deepened the kiss yourself with a soft moan. Being away from him was the equivalent to withdrawal. Sure, you were** getting your shit together. Outside the house. But inside, you were losing it. No amount of leftover weed or alcohol amounted to the feeling of Dex's hands on your body. How he traced those tattoos while stroking it deep enough for you to see colors. The filthy things he whispered that you thought only existed in porn.

Dex was your downfall.

He laid you down on the big worn out couch Derrick gave you when you first moved in. Tugging your little shorts off in one swift motion. There wasn't time for the cute shit. This is a man fresh out of jail and he needed to be inside you. Like, now.

"Looks like she missed me, too," he said as slapped the tip against your folds to hear how wet you were. "Still weepin'."

You gasped and gripped the pillow behind your head when he thrusted forward with no warning. The pace was all but steady. This wasn't your typical reunion sex.

Or maybe, it was.

He pried your thighs apart so he could watch your face. You haven't even touched a man since Dex left. That was obvious.

Every push was a reminder of everything you tried to forget. The late night drives around town, the smell of his cologne mixed with weed and the thrill of being loved on by a man the world warned you about.

He leaned down next to your ear to get deeper. If such a thing was possible. You stifled a moan but that didn't last long.

"I should knock you up," he whispered. "Should nut in you and dip. Just so the world knows what I do to you. Maybe it'll piss D off enough to actually stand a chance against me."

You involuntarily clenched against him, he let out a husky laugh.

"You'd enjoy that, huh? Me spillin' all in you and going off the grid? Maybe you aren't the saint I thought you were."

"I'm- fuck," you wanted to say you were close but can't even get the words out. He didn't help by kissing along your neck.

"In or out. Gotta tell me now."

"In. Please, in!"

Dex let out a half laugh. He genuinely didn't expect you to want him to do it. Let alone say it that fast. And beg.

You cried out as your essence dripped down your ass. After a few more strokes, he came too. Pressing his hips against you and bottoming out so that you'd be taking every last drop. He hasn't creampied before. Always safe, never sorry. But how could he say no to you?

The next two minutes was just the room filled with heavy breathing. He has long since collapsed on top of you, still inside, your legs still wrapped around his waist. The guilt settled in again but it was overshadowed when he turned his head to mutter directly into your ear.

"I was just talking shit before," he said. "You ain't getting rid of me."

You exhaled and let your eyes close, not letting go of him anytime soon.

"I know."

-

Riding AND a facial

Finish (on) her!

Tying him down

One of the rare times he hits from the back

Part 2^

Part 3^

Sometimes you just like to play with it 💙

You finally convinced him to try face fucking!

Got carried away while riding him

Got carried away during missionary

He didn't mean to cum yet... but he can't stop now

They won the finals! Time to celebrate!

Get off your phone!

Trying to stay quiet when the others are home

What you send when you realllyyy miss him

Nicee and slowww

The glasses stay on

You told him he can take his frustration out on your throat

Stress relief!

Part 2^

Taking it from the side

Such a good puck bunny

Sam has been sitting in front of that TV for hours, watching the news cover him relinquish the shield over and over again. Different headlines, different scripts; opinions. Some more brutal than others. He knows the world will never understand why he did it. After all this time, the past six months of just...contemplating the future of his career.

The events of the Infinity War sometimes still fresh in his mind. The nightmares he still gets on occasion. Waking up in a cold sweat just to turn and see that circle-shaped bag that held the symbol of Captain America in it. It quietly drove him nuts. To have such a heavy burden to carry, just like that. All for what? Nobody will understand why he turned it in. Whether they agreed for disagreed with his decision.

Well, not nobody.

As he finally shut the TV off and soothed his temples with a heavy sigh, the front door opened and in came you, his gorgeous reporter wife. After a long day of dwelling and overthinking, you are just what he needed for his stress to melt away.

"Hey, baby," he said with slightly tired eyes but a warm smile. You had a look on your face. That look. When you're about to propose an idea but you're unsure how to say it.

Earlier today, your boss mentioned that you were in talks of being one of four reporters in your office to get promoted and it required a juicy, real story. The thing is...Sam has made it abundantly clear that he wanted to keep work separate from your relationship. Translation: "don't go using me for a story." It wasn't like he didn't trust you, but it was very risky. Not including the fact of conflict of interest since you're literally married. Very privately.

So, in short, you're going to have to convince him to let you tell his story.

"...what are you thinking about?"

"Sam..." you began with a sheepish smile and approached the couch like it held a dangerous animal. "I want you to just hear me out, okay?"

His brow raised as you sat next to him and got comfortable. A tactic you usually did to keep his guard down when really it did the opposite the more you did it to ease him into whatever you were conjuring up.

"I always hear you out, unfortunately" he lightly joked. "But go on. I'm all ears."

"I was talking to Sylvia earlier and... she mentioned a potential promotion."

"Oh, boy."

"You don't even know what I'm gonna say!"

"You're going to need an exciting new story to pitch and you want my help."

"....Well...yeah, but-"

He stood up with a heavy sigh. "You know how I feel about you using me for a story."

"But I'm not using you! Sam, I really want to get your story out there. I would pick and choose my questions very carefully and stay away from your personal life as much as possible. You** know that."

He crossed his arms, which was a sign that a protective wall was coming up. It's not like he didn't trust you. That fat diamond on your finger wouldn't be there if he didn't but that didn't make this any easier. If anything it made it harder.

"It's not about the personal life thing," he said slowly, tone firm. "It's about people twisting my words. Taking them out of context and painting me as some kind of traitor to the country. Or a coward."

You stayed quiet for a moment.

"...is that what the news said?"

He exhaled through his nose. You were always quick at picking things up like that.

"I just… don’t wanna be put on display like some exhibit. I get it enough as is."

"I understand what you're saying. I really do, but do you really think the right thing to do is sulking when I'm not home, watching fake news and fake narratives and bullshit headlines all day while you stay silent and not even try to speak your truth?"

Woah. He wasn't expecting that.

He uncrossed his arms and sat on the arm of the couch, rubbing his thighs nervously. You scooted closer and wrapped your hand around his forearm.

"The people need to know," you added. "You've got more people riding for you than you think. With or without the shield, Sam Wilson is still Sam Wilson, you know?"

Everything you said was true and he knew it. Ever since you met you could see through his Mister Has-His-Shit-Together front. Another reason he tied the knot.

And there was those eyes you gave him. Man it was real hard to say no to you.

"Plus, not to be that person but I am a highly trusted a revered source...I have a Pulitzer, babe."

"Okay, okay, I get it," he said, flipping his hands to lace his fingers with yours. "I'll do it."

You gasped and got up to hug him, almost knocking him off the couch. He hugged you back and stood while you straddled his waist, kissing his face.

"Hey, hey, on one condition."

You stopped and looked at him eagerly.

"Do you remember that conversation we had on our wedding night?"

Well that took a turn. Your head tilted.

"We...talked?" You half-joked. He said your name in a half-firm manner.

"I really don't remember. It was seven years ago including the blip."

"Right, well, when we agreed that when we felt the time was right...we would try for a baby."

You're stunned into silence.

"...Sam."

His expression softened into something more tender. Nervous, even. This wasn’t how he planned to bring it up, but the conversation had led here naturally and he's been thinking about it a lot ever since he turned in the shield.

"I know we never really talked about it again after that night," he added quietly. "But I've been thinking about it a lot lately and..I think we're ready. We've been together for so long and been through hell and back together. We can do this. Together."

You carefully got down and backed up just to look at him. A growing smile plastering across your face as you held up a fake microphone to your mouth.

"Reporting live from the Wilson household," you began while backing up further towards the steps. He started to follow while shaking his head but he couldn't hide his own smile at your antics. As many times as he's mentioned that journalists don't normally say 'reporting live', you always countered with 'Who got the Pulitzer?'. "I am here with..."

"Sam Wilson."

"And I am...not Mrs. Wilson. For all intents and purposes, this interview will be conducted fairly and objectively, as all should be."

You got halfway up the stairs when you paused.

"Take one: rough draft."

You chuckled and ran up to your shared room. He laughed--like, really laughed, for the first time in weeks--and caught up quickly. You were already on the bed, sweater discarded and craning your finger towards you as soon as he was in your sights. He followed as if you were physically pulling him in. That wide grin never leaving his face.

This was going to be fun.

"So," you began, laid out on the bed in nothing but your panties. Sam kneeling as he kissed a hot trail up your body starting from your shins. You shuddered once he made it to your inner thighs and sucked hard enough on your skin to leave hickeys. "What do you want all those who oppose you hanging up the shield to know?"

It already wasn't like you to mix business with pleasure, leaving work problems at the door as soon as you stepped into the house, but this was just... something different. Something you were sharing with the love of your life. And it wouldn't be you without making things interesting in the bedroom.

Sam hummed as he kissed your stomach and pulled your panties down with such gentleness. His response, a murmur.

"That it's none of their damn business."

You rolled your eyes playfully, watching him discard his boxers with a subtle lip bite.

"I'm serious."

He hovered over you as he settled between your thighs. Planting a kiss to your lips and hooking your legs over his shoulders.

"So am I."

You gasped and gripped the sheets beneath you as he sheathed inside you. It's the same every time and yet because you don't get to see him often, it's like the first time all over again. He bottomed out and kissed your ankle with a little smile.

"Go on. Next question."

His movements were steady and grounded, just like he was. Even in the heat of the moment there was a sense of purpose to him, the way he looked at you made you feel like you were the only person in the entire world worth seeing. Worth giving his time to.

"Question two..." you continued. "How does it feel to just...be Sam? Not the Falcon... not the next Captain America... just a man?"

"Good question," he said as he put some pressure on your legs by leaning down a little more. Your followed grunt melting into an involuntary whimper. "I'd say it's not always easy, but it's not impossible. It's home. The only place I get to not be Falcon or possibly the next Captain America...is home. With my gorgeous, talented not-wife."

You were barely holding on. Half listening and half giving in. He increased the pace by a tad just to see your eyes flutter.

"Anything else?"

You let out a shaky, breathless laugh. Your head hitting the pillows as you tried to find your voice amidst the overwhelming sensation of him. But you were slowly losing yourself in him. You were losing yourself in each other. As much as you wanted to keep up with the bit, you had to let it go for the time being. Future you will understand, right?

"Not at the moment," you said. Unable to look away as he carefully leaned further and pressed your thighs to your chest. Oh, he was so big and deep, you were seeing stars.

"Rain check?"

You nodded quietly, eyes fluttering more and your eyebrows upturned.

He planted both hands on the sides of your head and drove it home. He didn't need to go any faster because he knew the deeper strokes were your favorite. It was a lot more intimate that way--he do humbly agrees. Your soft whines and moans spiked a chill up his spine. He couldn't get enough of you. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder.

Your back arched off the bed as your climax hit. It wasn't anything theatrical. A string of pleasurable sounds dripped from your lips while riding out your release. He came after with a shuddering groan. Arms almost giving out at how great you feel wrapped around him. That was already one thing. But to finally be able to pump you full of his legacy because he felt you were ready for children? This big of a leap in your relationship meant so much to him. With or without the shield, he was going to achieve his real dreams one way or another.

Sam pulled out slowly so his seed wouldn't immediately come pouring out. Just the sight of you like this had him ready to do it three more times in the same night.

He laid next to you, holding you close to his chest and rubbing your back. He kissed the top of your head and sat there in the quiet. Listening to your breathing slowly subside.

"... you think it'll be a coincidence for you to suddenly be pregnant after you publish your interview with me?"

You chuckled and angled your face so it'd be easier to breathe--those fat ass pecks he got.

"I... didn't think that far."

He sighed and laughed softly, caressing your lower back. So much for conflict of interest...

"Guess we better get that interview done as soon as possible."

You mumbled something under your breath, not loud enough for him to hear.

Getting dressed up just to suck him off

He had a long day. Open up!

Part 2^

Part 3^

What a mess... keep going

Shh...you can take it

Part 2^

All that ass!

You love when he's rough

Getting carried away during missionary

Making it fit