#‘she���s was so big and bright last night!’ - my mom

[basketonthedoorstepofthefbi]

"dance recital" - hotch x mom!reader!

your family attends your daughter's dance recital

1480 words, domestic family fluff

cw: none? unless u hate kids then don't read this xD

a/n: i am looking at requests and actually have a couple of them started! inspiration just struck and i needed dance dad hotch xD plz keep sending requests i love getting them

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Lizzy had been practicing for weeks, at home, in the car on the way to school, even in the waiting room at the dentist’s office. If there was a free moment, she was up on her toes, practicing her dance routine.

When she turned four, she was so excited to sign up for dance class, and now her very first recital is later today. She takes it very seriously, and you attribute that entirely to her hardworking father. 

You’re standing in the kitchen, packing the picnic lunch you’ll be sharing as a family after her recital in the park. PB&J, no crusts, for Jack. Even though he’s nearly ten and he should be eating his crusts, you can’t help but to baby him a little. He’s been such a good big brother to Lizzy. You were anxious about that when you were pregnant with her, since Jack was so used to being the only kid. And there would always be the looming presence of Haley and the family he was a part of before you came along.

But Lizzy became the center of Jack’s world when she was born. He’s so doting and always playing with her, from when she was an infant to now. 

Nutella and peanut butter sandwich for Lizzy, because she has a sweet tooth just like her mother. Turkey and cheese for you and Aaron. “D’you want mayo, honey?” You call out to wherever Aaron is in the house. He was in the living room just a few minutes ago, but with your two crazy kiddos, he could have ended up anywhere. 

“Just the mayo, no honey,” Aaron jokes and nearly makes you jump as he enters the kitchen, padding silently behind you despite being the largest person in the house. Must be that fancy tactical FBI stealth training. 

He stops at the counter, leaning against it and facing you. Your eyes meet his and his voice is low when he speaks to you. “You need to make a big deal out of this,” he prefaces, nodding to the doorway. You don’t fully know what he’s talking about, but you understand enough, so you set your butter knife down and turn around to face the doorway. Aaron makes a drumroll on his thigh. “Come on in, kids!” 

Jack enters first, in a bright orange t-shirt that is definitely a size too big. Written in blue, puffy fabric paint, no doubt by Jack himself, are the words PROUD BIG BRO. Jack’s also holding Lizzy’s hand, escorting her into the kitchen. She’s in her violet tutu and has her hair up in two haphazardly pulled-back pigtails that could only be described as the work of her father. She’s walking on her tiptoes, with her free hand arched up in a semicircle shape, mimicking all the ballerinas in her books. 

You’re beaming, and take the sight in silently for a moment before bursting into uproarious (for one woman) applause. “You guys look so great!” You exclaim, grinning at the kids, and then back at your husband. He’s got this sly look on his face and you want to smooch it off. “When did you make this shirt?” You ask Jack, stepping forward and grabbing his face with both of your hands. You kiss his forehead and ruffle his hair.

“Dad and I did it while you were at the store last night,” Jack explains. 

“I love it, baby,” you tell Jack, and he beams. You stroke the apples of his cheeks with your thumbs before releasing him. 

Lizzy lets go of her brother’s hand and leaps for you. “My big girl is all dolled up for her first recital,” You lift her up, hugging her close. “Did Daddy do your hair for you?” you ask.

“Yes! He sang our song and I didn’t cry!” she says. You always sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star to Lizzy while you brush her hair because she’s very tender-headed. It makes your heart soar to learn that Aaron did it, too. 

“I’m so proud of you!” You kiss Lizzy’s face all over until she squeals and wriggles to get away. “Why don’t you guys go play in the living room for a little bit, and we’ll get going soon,” you suggest. Jack races Lizzy into the living room, leaving you and Aaron in the kitchen alone. 

“You did her hair,” you say as you smirk up at Aaron. 

“Yeah, I know. It's not as good as when you do it,” he settles back against the counter and you roll your eyes. He’s holding his palms out, wiggling his digits. “I’ve got sausage fingers, and she cries if you pull the twist-tie too hard. It’s heartbreaking.” 

“And you made a shirt with Jack,” you say, ignoring his self-deprecation. Your smirk has turned into a full-force, Category Five Grin. 

Aaron realizes what you’re doing as you inch a little closer. He takes your wrist delicately, tugging you toward him, and you kiss his lips three times in succession, each a quick thank-you for all he’s done. “You’re the one driving her to classes twice a week,” Aaron deflects. “And Jack to school, and to soccer practice, and doing all the shopping and-“

“Aaron,” you roll your eyes in warning. You hate when he butters you up like this. You’re just doing your job, just like he is when he’s away on cases. 

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” he holds his hands up in defense, and you snatch them like they’re precious jewels. You kiss him again, this one longer and lingering. 

You finish packing your family’s lunch into the cooler. Lizzy’s recital is at a small amphitheater in the park, and after you drop her off with her teacher backstage, you and your boys find a good spot on the green to set up your picnic blanket. 

Aaron makes this small grunt when he squats to sit down on the ground and you hold back a snicker. Jack does not read the room and calls him an old man. 

You’re giggling as you sit down, Aaron tugging you to sit between his legs. You affectionately run your hand through Jack’s hair a few times before the first class comes up onto the stage. 

You watch the first class, and the second, clapping politely. Then, the four-and-five-year-olds are announced, and you are on your feet immediately. You hear a bit of rustling and Jack and Aaron are standing up, too. You grin when you see Lizzy with the other little kids, holding the hands of the boy in front of her and the girl behind her as they all walk in a line. 

Their dance is simplistic and whimsical and joyful, set to a light, poppy tune that makes you think of spring. You’re grinning and watching Lizzy float across the stage. She’s not the most graceful, but she hits every move at the right time.

You hear rustling behind you and turn over your shoulder to see Aaron and Jack subtly performing the dance with the class. They’re not moving nearly as dedicatedly as the group on stage, but they’re helping Lizzy from the audience. It’s so sweet you want to cry. 

When Lizzy’s group is finished, the three of you on the lawn explode in applause. Aaron wolf-whistles behind you and Jack is cheering, “that’s my sister!” 

After the other classes go, you’re allowed to head back and pick up Lizzy. She’s giggling with the other kids in her class, but she freezes and grins like it’s Christmas morning when she sees you. 

“Mommy!” she squeals, and runs to you. You lift her up off the ground in a hug and spin her around, before passing her off to Aaron. He does the same thing. “Dizzy! Dizzy!” She’s squealing, and Aaron finally sets her down. 

“Dizzy Lizzy, huh?” Aaron teases, running his thumb and his forefinger down one of her pigtails. “You did so good, sweet girl!” He was never the best at baby-talking to Lizzy, but now that she’s a little girl, he speaks to her so excitedly and she always beams when she learns her father is proud of her. 

“You got the leap at the right part!” Jack exclaims proudly, and you watch as Lizzy hugs her big brother. 

You point out the picnic blanket with the cooler and tell Jack to take Lizzy ahead to it. Jack loves being responsible, so he takes Lizzy by the hand and leads her towards your family’s setup. 

Hanging back with Aaron, you look up at him and brush his dark hair off his forehead. “You learned her dance?” you ask with a small smirk on your face. 

Aaron’s dark eyes gaze into yours and he wraps an arm around your shoulders, tugging you close to him. “She was doing it every chance she got,” he shrugs, like it’s totally no big deal. “You’re telling me you don’t have it memorized?”  

[hoe4sports]

“Your last name on my back”

Jenni Hermoso x Alexia Putellas x child reader

A/N: Jenni never left Barca.

Mamma had now stayed over for many nights. You couldn’t count well but probably more than 50. It felt like a forever sleepover. You didn’t understand why mamma had stayed over, but mami had tried to explain. You had seen mami and mamma kissing on the couch sometimes. Sometimes holding hands. Sometimes hugging. You understood that they loved each other. Yet, big words were hard, but you understood that you loved mamma.

Mamma that had always loved you back. That would always let you sit on her lap. That would always want to hold your hand. That would never refused to carry you. Not your tummy mummy, but mamma. Mamma’s name was Alexia. She had played football with mami for a few years. When your tummy mummy left in the middle of the night and Mami showed up to practice the next morning with a newborn looking terrified; Alexua was there. She was always there. She took care of Mami and she helped take care of you. She picked up the broken pieces and mended them back together one by one. One day at a time.

You were only little so you didn’t understand why mamma couldn’t take you to the doctors alone or why you couldn’t have her last name. You had Hermoso, and another strange last name. The other last name was cold, it felt like a frozen shoulder or like someone was taking your heart away. All the other little girls at football had two last names; one from their mom and one from their dad. One from each parent. One from each person that loved them. You however, only had one. Not one name, but one that loved you.

When the coach of your under 5’s had given you your first jersey a Saturday morning, you had teared up when another older girl read the names of your jersey to you. You didn’t like the first last name. You hated it, despised it. The first time you had heard it was when mami was on a phone call while you were supposed to be sleeping. She had talked to her brother, about wanting to change your name but your tummy mummy had refused even though she wasn’t a part of your life anymore. That’s why when you got your first jersey, the moment wasn’t filled with joy, pride or excitement. It was filled with as much rage as a 4 year old could body. Your little hands pulled the jersey off while they were shaking as tears were forming in your eyes. The pride of your first jersey being ripped away from you in an instant. You quickly blinked the tears away as you stood there with the jersey in your hands. The fabric of the jersey was just like mami’s jersey, but this jersey didn’t feel good. It felt like something you wanted to throw to the ground. Stomp on. Hit. Get rid of in an instant. “Y/N, you no like your jersey?” You coach said as he stood infront of you. You looked down, not daring to look him in his usual kind eyes. “It’s small” you murmur out as the best possible excuse even though as the youngest and smallest on the team, it definitely fitted you. “Ah, si, how about you just wear a vest yes? A pink vest?” He said as he held the pink neon colored vest infront of your eyes. You grabbed it quickly as you settled on wearing the familiar bright vest instead. Practice began and you quickly forgot about your jersey that didn’t feel like your jersey. The practice went on quickly and by the look of mamma’s face; you knew that she could sense that something was going on. It wasnt until one of the youth assistant coaches was helping you with controlling your ball that you noticed that your jersey was gone from the field. It made you happy, as you thought that it had disappeared and that you wouldn’t have to ever see it again. The practice ended and your team did your usual team hug and chant at the end. You ran off the field with the other little girls straight to Alexia who was sitting with the other parents. “Mamma!” You yelled as you ran into her arms. “I am so proud of you, you worked so hard today. Ready to go home and see mami?” Alexia said as her strong arms lifted you up from the ground. Mamma and mami never cared about people that said that you shouldn’t be carried or that you were too old. They knew that one day, you wouldn’t wanna be carried anymore and until that day came along: they refused to stop holding you close and keeping you safe.

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You were sitting at the kitchen table with Mami and Alexia having lunch. You were talking about how practice went and how hard you were working on your skills. Alexia joked that she had gotten it from her mamma, but all three of you knew that it wasn’t possible. It made you pout as you wanted to be mami and mamma’s baby so bad. You dropped your fork onto the table and frowned as you pouted. Your mami looked at you as she tilted her head. “So baby, we need to talk about what happened at practice today. I heard that you didn’t like your jersey, no? Why is that?” She spoke as she looked at you. Alexia rubbed Jenni’s back as support and you crossed your arms in anger. You shook your head, refusing to answer as your feelings were bottled up in your throat forming a big lump. «Princesa, we want to help you. Was the color wrong? Or was it the fabric?” Mami continued as she tried to get out of you what the issue with the jersey was. The anger made your head spin and your feet tickle. You wanted to throw a fit and scream and yell. You hated your last name. It reminded you of the person who abandoned you when you were a baby. Who suddenly decided that you weren’t important, that you weren’t wanted, that you were regretted. Your little heart was beating fast and your hands were shaking. You looked up at Mami as you shouted on the top of your lungs; “I don’t wanna be a Dias anymore, I wanna be a Putellas!”

You had hopped down from the chair and stormed to the bedroom as quickly as your tired feet would let you. You shut the door with a bang and twisted the lock on the door. Mami cursing herself for not removing it as she was supposed to. You stomped to your bed and grabbed your pillow and blanket before you made a spot inside your closet for you to decompress and hide. Your feelings felt so big, like your little frame couldn’t possibly fit it all inside your heart. You felt angry, scared, fragile and terrified that mami would eventually regret you as well. You didn’t wanna be a hard child. People would always say that you were delightful and easy going, and you were for the most. It was only this subject that had grown into a big knot in your stomach. Mami didn’t wanna hide your story from you in case you would read it somewhere or a kid would ask you about it. She wanted you to own your own story, so she had always made sure to tell you the story and give you age appropriate details. You pulled the closet doors closed as you closed your eyes feeling tired. You weren’t sure if it was because of practice or because of your big feelings. You wanted nothing more than to run to mami or mamma, be held, be told that she would take care of it, that it was okay, that she wasn’t upset or angry and that she loved you endlessly regardless of anything. You wanted mami to pick you up with her big warm strong arms and hold you close so you could feel her familiar scent. But you couldn’t let yourself. You wanted to be stubborn. To be a big girl. You sniffled as a tear rolled out of your eye as your tried to hold your bunny close.

Your polarbear was however in your bed so you made a bolt to grab your bear before coming back into your closet feeling like you wanted to hide away forever. You held the bear tight and had him pushed towards your chest as you sobbed. Eventually falling asleep tucked away in the closet.

You woke up to mami’s and mamma’s face towards you. You blinked a couple of times. Could it have been a bad dream? “Hola princesa” Mami said as she stroke your hair gently. The light was dimmed and you were sitting in mami’s arms in their bedroom. You could hear the sound of the television that was mounted on the wall infront of the bed buzzing. “Mami” you said as the feelings came crashing into you leaving you chocking out a cry. “Shh, mi amor, it’s okay, it’s just big feelings” Mami said as she held you closer one hand on your back and the other on your head pushing you into her chest like she did when you were a baby. “Everything will be okay, Mami will take care of it. Mamma told me what happened and if you don’t want to; you don’t have to tell me, si?” Mami said as she comforted you while you shut your eyes to keep the big feelings outside. “Mami?” You said so quietly that nobody should’ve been able to hear, but Mami always heard. Mami always knew. “Si, princesa?” She said as you wiggled lose from her grip and sat up infront of her. You looked at Mami, then at mamma and then at Mami again. “I don’t like my name” you muttered quietly expecting some sort of reaction. “Is that so? Why?” Mami said as she looked at you with a soft expression on her face not seeming angry or mad, just looking at you like you were her whole world. “The other kids, Mami..” you started as you felt tears pricking in your eyes and your voice started to break. “I wanna be like you, and mamma..” you continued as you took a big breath to sound out the last word you needed to complete the sentence. You looked at mamma. “I want your last name on my back, Mami. But I also want mamma’s. No dummy tummy mummy last name.” You said as your frowned and tears were escaping your blue icy eyes to run down your red blissed cheeks. “That’s okay princesa, I can talk to the coach.” Mami said as she pulled you into her arms again. “Princesa, you can have both our last names.” Mami said as you looked over at mamma. To your surprise, Alexia was smiling at you. You sniffled and smiled back before you launched yourself at mamma like a rocket trying to go to space. But just like mami, mamma always knew and she was prepared letting you close hugging you tight. “Pequena, we have got you a present” mamma whispered in your ear as your head shot up almost knocking mamma’s nose out in the move. “What is it?” You said as you could feel a spark of good feelings coming back into your body. Mami reached for a box next to her night stand and your eyes opened wide. The box was pink and glittery with a glittery golden bow on top. Mami sat it infront of you as mamma held you in her lap. You carefully tugged at the bow, causing the bow to loosen as you took the lid of the box. You pulled the item out as it revealed a jersey. A jersey just like the team had gotten this Saturday morning at practice. Your heart dropped for a second as you lowered the jersey until mami held it up for you to see. “Do you see the back princesa?” She said as you looked at the letters. It made you confused as you still were learning to read. “It says Hermoso-Putellas and it’s the same as mami’s number. 10” Mami is nr.10 in Barcelona. You felt all the bad feelings rushing to leave your little body as you wrapped an arm around each woman’s neck holding them tight. The two women eased closer to you and held you together closely. “We love you, Princesa. You can always tell us if something feels bad.” Mami finished as she kissed your cheek making you feel all bubbly and happy again. But the legal part of the name change? That’s a story for another day and it’s a long story.

[cogentsummoner]

Please please please write something about the “here’s how divorced single mother reader can win” concept (or father!) - it’s one of my favorite concepts to think about (and if I were a more confident writer, write about lol)

so, to preface: when i was talking about 'divorced single mother reader', i do actually have an oc that's just. that. but with more backstory/less of a blank slate. so when i write for this concept, i will be pulling on her more. so, for example- avery's already a developed character- she's a general studies exchange student at ua, with both the reader and avery being from america also if people would like to hear about this oc i would happy to talk about her and her history with toshi at length alright! on with the fic.

Toshinori is keenly aware of the fact that he is an...outsider, in the tiny family that you and your daughter make up. He's incredibly careful not to step on your toes, or overstep his bounds, when it comes to parenting. He doesn't want to make you or Avery uncomfortable.

That doesn't mean he's not happy to help, though! Date nights become family dinners that he's invited to, and... helping you clean up after, with Avery doing her homework at the kitchen table... there's a warmth that fills him. A warmth he hasn't felt in a very long time. A warmth he's loath to be without, now that he's felt it again.

So he helps out. He accompanies Avery to the ice rink when you're too busy with work, he happily picks up groceries on his way over to your place, and- though neither of them would breathe a word of it to you, he teaches Avery how to throw a proper punch. If she's going to keep getting herself in fights, she might as well know how to defend herself.

He starts to get comfortable, his life slowly starting to orbit your tiny family. And so do you and Avery.

Maybe it shouldn't come as a surprise, when Avery asks one day, "Can you help me with this problem, Stepdad?"

He drops the plate he's washing.

"S...stepdad?" he repeats, turning around, eyes comically wide.

Avery shifts in her seat. "Do you...mind if I call you that? I know you and Mom aren't married, but... I dunno. Calling you 'Mr. Yagi' feels too... impersonal."

His chest feels tight. What isn't said aloud sits heavy in the air. He means something- to Avery, to you. He is, in some small way...part of the family.

"It- I...of course I don't mind," he says at last, his voice tight with unshed tears- oh, nope. Those tears are being shed now. He turns back to the sink to hide them. "If you're...if you're comfortable with it, I...yes, you can call me Stepdad. D...did you speak to your mother about this?"

"Yeah," Avery replies. "She said she's fine with it, but I should talk to you about it."

You were fine with it? Oh god, you were fine with it, with your daughter calling him Stepdad, even though that said so much about your relationship with him. Should he propose? Were you going to propose?

"...Stepdad? You okay?" Avery asks, snapping him out of it.

He turns to her with a big, bright smile, even though there's still tears trailing down his cheeks. "Never better, Young Avery!"

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Even Better: part 1 (Angst) (18+)

TLR!Michelangelo x reader

Part 2

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A/N: Finally finished The Last Ronin the other day. Other than making me cry like a bitch, I have to admit it made me thirst for some TLR Mikey. Dude deserves a good smut written about him🖤 And to be honest, I had a hard time stopping once I first got started. This is my longest one yet, goodness😭😂

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You’re April’s daughter and Casey Marie’s twin sister. Most of your life you’ve been dreaming about the turtles of your mother’s youth, but nothing could have prepared you for the real deal.

Reader is at least 20. As far as I know, Mikey is in his 40’s.

Warnings: Spelling, age difference, masturbation (reader), caught in the act, oral - female receiving, dom Mikey and sub reader, dirty talk, unprotected sex, a little pain, size difference, size kink?

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Your mother had told you and your twin sister many stories about the turtles and their rat father over the years. How she and your father met each other because of them. How Splinter taught both his sons and your parents how to fight. How Leonardo fiercely protected his brothers, and as your mother put it, was seen as an absolute killjoy by his brothers. How Raphael matched your father in temper with an equally big and golden heart hiding within him. How Donatello could speed days locked up in his lab, and the many times he inspired your mom in her own lab. And how Michelangelo could light up a room with his loud jokes and bright smile. You and your sister would often point them out in the picture frames hanging around the lair, and beg your mom to tell more stories about them, no matter how mundane. The time your mom and Donnie made a tracking device in the lab, the time your father and Raph played hockey a whole night, or the time Mikey pranked Leo so hard that Splinter put him on cleaning duties for a whole month. You wanted to hear it all. Every single little detail.But that didn’t change the fact that they are all gone now. Your mother’s best friends and your father.

As you and Casey Marie got older, you continued to ask your mother for stories. But while Casey Marie wanted to hear about New York City before the Foot came to power, while you still asked for the turtles, getting more and more interested in the mundane part of their lives. Like whose room was it that you had made your room in? Who used to sit in the seat you sat in when eating dinner? And that mug you found in the storage, who did that belong to that? So many questions, and your mother could only give you so many answers.

Once you reached your teenage years, you started fantasizing about the four mutant turtles. Was that wrong? Their pictures literally hung on the walls of your underground home, so it wasn’t as if you could just ignore them. It probably didn’t help much that you didn’t like going outside, deciding to stay in the lair with your mother, while Casey Marie went out and explored. But that just gave you more time to help out your mother and learn more about the turtles.

As you gathered more and more information about the turtles, you started to form scenarios in your head, imagining how it would be to get together with the turtles. Which one of them would be the best friend, the best boyfriend, or even the best in bed. That proved to be a question you would contemplate for years, finding yourself staring at the pictures of the four turtles in the hallway in your early twenties, still with that little question in the back of your head. Although your thoughts about the turtles had calmed a bit once you had hit your twenties, you could not deny that they still lingered in the back of your head from time to time. So when your sister one day brought a passed out mutant turtle home, you did not know what to do with yourself. You were shocked, and maybe even a bit scared. He was way bigger than you had thought he would have been, but given his age it shouldn’t have come as a surprise.

Your mother knew who he was straight away. It was Mikey. The turtle whose room you had been occupying every since the day you and your sister grew too old for sharing the same bed with your mom. He was bruised and bleeding badly. Thank God for your mothers medical skills, otherwise Mikey’s fate would have been a dark one.

It took some time for Mikey to wake up, but when he did, he was much different than you had thought he would be. Your mother had spoken highly about his jokes and his warm happiness, but during dinner the day he woke up, you saw none of that. The only time you heard him speak the first day, was when you overheard a conversation between him and your mom in the kitchen. His voice was much deeper than you had anticipated, catching you off guard. And of course he heard you gasp and stopped talking, not speaking a word until you had gotten what you needed, and leaving the kitchen so they could continue their talk.

Three days had passed, and Mikey had still not spoken a word directly to you. He had thanked your sister for saving him while you were close by, but that was pretty much. There was this one time where he took up the whole hallway, staring at the exact picture of him and his brothers, you had found yourself staring at many times. When you asked if you could pass by, he did not say a word. He just looked at you out of the corner of his eye, before moving to the side, giving you more than enough space before you ran by.

Michelangelo was really nothing like you had expected him to be like. You had thought he would be nice, open and warm, talking your ear off like your mother had said he always did. But now he was silent, closed off and cold. He almost seemed angry. It scared you a little bit. Made you nervous whenever you were around him. Whenever you were sitting and talking with your mom or Casey Marie, you would lock up when he entered the room. But as much as he scared you, you also found him very interesting. You blamed your teenage fantasies for finding his form attractive. His toned muscles, covered in bruises, and the visible veins on his neck, arms and hands. The wrinkles on his face told of the things he had been through, and his eyes were always so distant, as if he was watching something no one else could see. But when his eyes suddenly snapped to you, catching you staring at him, you panicked, quickly avoiding your eyes, feeling your cheeks getting red. Luckily for you, Casey Marie came into the room, as loud as your mother had said your father was, telling Mikey about something, giving you the distraction you needed to run to your room. You stayed there the rest of the day, too embarrassed to come out.

That evening you laid on your bed, staring at the ceiling above you. You cursed yourself for choosing this room when you were little. Now you couldn’t fall asleep without thinking about Mikey’s eyes on you. Anywhere you looked, you were reminded by the fact that Mikey used to look at the same walls as you did. Heck, you were even sleeping in the bed he used to sleep in. As far as you knew, the blanket, pillow and sheets were also his. It did not matter how many times you had washed them over the years, because they now suddenly smelled strongly of him, not letting you rest for a moment.

You found yourself getting frustrated. None of the turtles had invaded your head so badly ever since you were a teenager, and now you could feel the same need and tension from back then build up between your legs. You pressed your naked thighs together under the blanket, feeling the wetness in your panties. You sighed out in frustration, as you once again remembered the old turtle’s eyes on you. As much as you had felt embarrassed under his eyes, you could not help feel aroused at the thought. He had caught you staring. Michelangelo had caught you with his strong gaze. And now here you were, laying in his old bed with your panties soaked just thinking about him.

Your fingers moved down your stomach, getting closer and closer to your core. It was okay to touch yourself with the older turtle in mind, right? You had done it before, so why would it be any different now? And with that thought you let your fingers slide into your panties, where you found your clit. With yet another sigh you started to rub your small bundle of nerves, letting your thoughts drift back to the muscular turtle. His broad shoulders, his big hands, his thick thighs. With his general size, you could only imagine what he could be packing in secret. You used both hands to slide your panties down, leaving them somewhere under the blanket, before pushing your legs out further, letting your fingers continue their movements around your clit.

A  knock on your door caused you to quickly pull your hand out from under the blanket. You sat up in the bed, staring towards the door as it opened. You were almost ready to sink to the ground when you saw who it was.

“Sorry”, Mikey said. “Were you sleeping?”

“Just about”, you answered, tugging the blanket closer around you.

“Sorry. I just wanted to see my room once again”, Mikey said, his eyes falling towards the foot of his old bed. “May I?”

You nodded, watching him as he walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He stood for a moment, staring into nothingness, before his eyes moved to his surroundings. It was almost just the way he remembered it. You had only moved a few things, but other than that, it looked like his old bedroom. Same bed frame and all. He let out a small chuckle, remembering all the memories he had between these four walls. The chuckle was light, lighter than sounds you ever had heard from him. That surprised you, and Mikey noticed, though he decided not to say anything about it, acting as if he forgot you even were in the room. Acting as if he couldn’t smell the heavy odor in the air. Truth be told, he did not notice the odor when he first came to the room, nor did he notice it when he walked into the room. It wasn’t until he stood a few feet from the bed that he really noticed it. But with his back turned to you, he did not dare to move or look in your direction. It was the same smell he had noticed when he caught you staring at him earlier that day. It was a scent that seemed to follow you, at least whenever he was around. Yet it wasn’t until now he realized what that scent could be signifying.

You watched as Mikey moved around the room, feeling your legs shake under the blanket. As horrified as you were, you could not deny the excitement. Knowing that lower half of your body was naked under the blanket, with the old mutant just a few feet away from you. You clenched your teeth as you rubbed your thighs together, your eyes lingering on the way his overalls clung around his thick veiny thighs. You had to keep your breathing calm as you the movement in his muscles, and the way his big hands smoothed over an antiche on one of the shelfs. Slowly, making sure his back was still turned to you, his focus on everything else except you on the bed, you let your hand move back under the blanket, once again finding your now dripping core. You suppressed every sound as you slowly started to circle your clit again, your eyes focusing on his hands. The size, the veins, the roughness. You could only imagine how they would feel against you. His rough skin against yours.

“You’re young”, Mikey rumbled, his back still turned to you. You froze, your heart pounding. Yet you managed to remove your hand before he spoke once more. “But you’re not stupid. You know I know what you were doing. I can smell it”. He turned his body towards you, taking small slow steps towards the bed, his voice deep and echoing against the brick walls of his old room. Once again, terrifying yet strangely arousing. It was at that moment that Mikey decided to let go. For the past 20 years he had traveled alone. He was tired. He felt lonely. And with this sweet scent in the air, begging him to come closer, he had to surrender. Even though you were one of his best friend’s daughters, he could not deny your beauty or how your hormones in the air drew him to you. “I could smell it when you were staring at me, and I can smell it now as I’m telling you”. He was now so close to the bed, that his knees were hitting the mattress at the end of the bed. In a slow move, he was standing with both of his knees planted firmly against the bed under him, towering over you. You were too stunned to speak, your mouth dry as you tried to swallow. But damn it, it didn’t change the fact that your heart was beating fast and your nipples were hard under your shirt. “But one thing I can’t smell…”, the mutant continued. “... Is if you still have your underwear on under the blanket”. He took a hold of the fabric of the blanket, pulling slightly at it, making it move down your body, stopping right over your hip. You whimpered slightly. You knew you found Mikey attractive, but this was almost ridiculous. He hadn’t even done anything, and you were already out of breath. “What will I find, (Y/N)?”

“Off”, you choked out. “They’re off”.

“Good girl”, Mikey hummed, pulling further on the blanket. It tickled as the blanket slowly moved off your skin, causing you to curl your legs up against you. With the blanket in his big hands, Mikey’s stare burned into your dripping core, just behind your closed legs. He could almost feel the heat from his towering position, watching the glistening of your folds in the dim light, your sweet scent taking a hold of his senses. Mikey suddenly felt hungry. Hungry in a way he had never felt before.

The churr that erupted from his chest almost made you jump in surprise. It was deep, deeper than you had ever dreamed it would be.

Silently he let go of the blanket to grab a hold of your ankle, his big hands easily opening you up for him. Not that you tried to fight him. No, not at all. All you could do was watch him and his hungry eyes as he crawled further onto the bed, making you gasp at every touch of him against your skin, and marvel at the sheer size of his hands on your ankles. Mikey used his rough hands to keep your legs open for him, letting him move closer to your core. Your breath hitched when you felt his breath against your knee, just before the inside of your thigh. You let out the slightest moan as Mikey’s eyes locked with yours, just as his lips meet your thigh, just above your knee. His hands slipped under your knees, sliding up the outside of your thighs, bringing your legs over his shoulder and onto his shell, before curling around them, his big strong arms holding you open, revealing your aching core even further.

“I’ve always dreamed of having a woman in my bed”, Mikey murmured against your thigh, his lips slowly making their way upwards, letting his tongue lick and his teeth nibble on the way. “Though I always thought that it would happen while I was a teenager, but life has its ways to surprise us”.

“Me too”, you breathed out, making Mikey look questionable at you, his lips still working their way closer to your core. “I used to dream about you when I was a teenager”.

Mikey let out a chuckle. It was almost a laugh. Your heart almost stopped at the sound. You had never thought that you would get to hear the mutant laugh. A chuckle? Sure. A laugh? Never.

“Is that so?”, Mikey smiled against your soft skin, feeling himself getting more daring. He could literally smell and see how his words affected you. The way you bite your lips with your pupils blown wide, and how your beautiful center started to cling around empty air. The thought of how you would cling around him, brought him dangerously close to dropping, making his churr sound as he spoke. “On my bed while I was gone? You’re a better girl than I thought, waiting patiently for me to come home”.

You sighed at his praise, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. This was already better than anything you could have made up in your mind. “Mikey”, you sighed, grabbing onto the sheet under you, breathing heavily at the close proximity of his lips to your flower.

“Is this how you’ve dreamed of me?”, he asked, before his tongue drew a line, all the way from the bottom of your core to the top, flicking your clit on the way.

“Mikey!”, you gasped in pleasure, your hands flying onto the arms around your legs.

“Not so loud, (Y/N)”, Mikey whispered against your mount. “We can’t let them hear us”.

You nodded, bringing an already shaking hand up to your mouth, before Mikey let his large tongue flick your clit once more, enjoying the feeling of how your thighs tensed in his grip. It was soon followed by another flick and yet another. It didn’t take long before you grabbed a hold of the front of your shirt, biting down on that instead of just covering your mouth with your bare hand. Mikey saw how that made your shirt rise further up, letting out a deep churr like moan against your clit. The vibration of one of your heels kicked against his shell, while a head flew to his bald head. Your head rolled back as Mikey started to suck on your clit, making your shirt rise even further. One of Mikey’s hands moved from your legs and up your side, until his hand was right on your breast. Your shirt rose over his two big knuckles, exposing your chest. You groaned against your shirt in satisfaction as Mikey’s gigantic hand started palming your breast, while his tongue and lips continued their work on your clit. Mikey hummed against your clit, finding the taste of your juices and sounds sweeter than honey. He wanted more.

With the hand of the thigh that Mikey’s arm was still wrapped around, he replaced his lips and tongue with his thumb on your clit, letting his tongue sneak down to your entrance. He growled at the sight of you squirming against him, his thumb rubbing circles on your bundles of nerves, while his tongue started exploring your insides. Your eyes fell shut as you threw your head to the side, your hips buckling against his face, and your small hand grabbing on to the one that was still groping your breast. You were close. Fuck, you were close. Your free leg over Mikey’s shoulder started to move frantically as you got closer, the other shaking against Mikey’s grip. He took in the sight of you. You red flushed face, your now messy hair, and the way your breast shook ever so slightly at each sudden move. Mikey started to grind himself against the mattress under him, getting himself closer to his drop, his tongue doing curled motions inside your warm walls, all while his thumb still assaulted your clit. That was when you started to grab onto him frantically. You were close, so fucking close for him. Mikey growled against you. He was going to get you there.

And then it happened. Your legs clamped around Mikey’s head as you came with a muffled scream that sounded like his name, and your legs spazzing over his shoulder. Mikey quickly retracted his hand from your chest, forcing your legs open with both his hands, licking up every last bit of your orgasm, every breath from him sounding like a groan. You puffed and panted, your hands forming fists around the sheets as Mikey rode out your high, until your legs finally started to relax under his hands.

Mikey sat up and started to undo his overalls. His moves were almost frantic as he undid his belt, followed by his straps, all while you laid there and watched him, still recovering from the earth shaking orgasm he had brought you, your now soaked shirt clinging to your collarbone. You once again started rubbing your thighs together, the sight of the undressing turtle making your heart pound.

“You like this, don’t you, (Y/N)?”, he growled with a smug smile, as he started to push the overalls down his body and down his muscular thighs. “Just like you used to dream of, huh?”

“Almost”, you smiled back, feeling yourself getting more mischievous, letting a hand slide down to your now overly sensitive clit. “It’s even better”.

The terrapin growled at the sight, shoving the rest of his clothes onto the floor, revealing himself before you in all of his naked glory. You marveled at the full sight of his toned body, feeling your body shiver with need once more. Mikey huffed before he grabbed a hold of your wrist, moving your fingers to his mouth, so he could suck off what little slick you had picked up on them. That alone caused you to let out a choked moan.

“No more self pleasure”, he said, before throwing your hand to the mattress, his hands finding the hem of your shirt. “Take this off and I’ll show you what’s even better”.

Whatever sound you made, it was enough to make Mikey chuckle as he watched you sit up to take off your shirt, leaving you fully naked in front of him. Once your shirt hit the floor he slowly crawled over you, his deep eyes watching you like a predator hunting a prey. Instictly you leaned backwards, slowly letting your back fall against the mattress, until Mikey had you lying fully onto the bed, with him positioned between your legs. You felt his breath across your face, his beak so close that you instinctively closed your eyes, your lips searching for his. His lips were rough yet soft, and moved against yours with ease. The kiss started out sweet, as if he hadn’t just fucked you dirty with his tongue. Your arms moved around his thick neck, your fingers tracing shapes on the back of his head, your legs curling around his thick thighs. Mikey’s hands moved to hold your close by the shoulders. It wasn’t until a soft moan escaped your lips that his large tongue dared to ask for entrance. And once entrance was granted, this got heated once again. Mikey started to grind his cloaca against your soaked flower, his lips swallowing every sound that came from your pretty mouth.

“Mikey”, you moaned against his lips, buckling your hips against him. “Please, Mikey. I want it”.

Mikey pulled from your lips and placed a sweet kiss on your cheek, before his eyes caught yours. “Tell me if it hurts”, he whispered, a sudden softness in his voice. In the short time you had known him, you had never heard Mikey be soft. “Tell me and I’ll stop”.

“I will”, you nodded, feeling a soft kiss against your lips, before his kisses started to move down your neck just by your ear. One of his hands moved between the two of you to his cloaca, where he pulled himself out with ease, before he slowly started dragging his head up and down your folds before he found your entrance. With even more kisses down your neck, he slowly pushed into your tight hole, groaning against your skin. You had to bite down onto his shoulder in order not to scream. He was so much bigger than you had thought he would be, stretching you out to the point where it was hard to tell the difference between pleasure and pain.

“You’re doing so great, (Y/N)”, Mikey groaned against your ear, almost making your eyes roll back just by the sound. Your arms hugged tighter unto him as he moved further in, making him groan by how tight your walls were hugging him. “Fuck”. You whimpered against him, adjusting to his size. Mikey brought a hand to your face, pulling back slightly so he could look at you. “So good. You’re doing so good, (Y/N)”, he said before placing a tender kiss on your lips.

“Please, Mikey”, you whimpered, nudging him with your leg. “Please move”.

Mikey answered you with another kiss, before letting his head drop back down to your ear. He ever so slowly started to pull out of you, before slowly pushing back in. You quickly hide your face against his broad shoulder once more, whimpering at the small wave of pleasure. Mikey listened closely to your muffled sounds at his slow speed, trying to find any signs of pain. But once he found none he slowly started speeding up.

“Shit”, he moaned against your ear, his thrust becoming harder. “You feel so good, (Y/N)”. Your hands clawed onto his shell, your sounds muffled by his rough skin against your mouth.

Mikey’s legs moved further apart, making it easier for him to move against you. With the bed starting to creak lightly under you, you prayed that neither your mother or sister would hear anything. Neither the way you whimpered against the mutant turtle, or the way he cursed and groaned against your ear, telling you how good you were. Michelangelo fucking you raw on his old childhood bed was not something they needed to know. But you would be lying if you said you hadn’t dreamed of this moment, ever since he was brought back down to the lair. And now you were enjoying the full force of his God-like thighs.

Mikey placed a hand over your mouth and pulled back, looking down at you with hungry yet mischievous eyes. “Is this what you’ve dreamed of?”, he asked, his hips continuing to drive into you, setting a new speed. “To be fucked like this but and old mutant?” You nodded frantically, wanting to scream against his hand. A bright smug smile grew on his lips, bringing a boyish charm you had never seen on him before. He almost looked 20 years younger. “You’re such a good girl, (Y/N). Tell me, who is fucking you this good?”

“You, Mikey!”, you whimpered against his hand, your head spinning at the second high that was starting to build in your lower region.

“You’re getting close, ain’t you, (Y/N)?” His hand moved from your mouth to your throat, making you fight to stay quiet. Your heart beating faster and faster as you got closer and closer to your second orgasm. “Who are you coming for, (Y/N)?”

And with that your second orgasm that night hit you like a brick wall. Your body spazzing and your head spinning, you let out a loud soar moan. “Mikey!” The said mutant roughly pulled you in for another hungry kiss, swallowing every sound as you came hard around him. His speed continued high, the bed creaking while he rode out your high. His thrusts started to become erratic against your still shaking body, before he too came, groaning your name out loud.

Mikey stayed upon you, as the both of you caught your breath. With one last kiss, he slowly pulled out of you, leaving the two of you with small noises of complaint by the lack of each other. He laid back on his shell, staring up at his old ceiling while catching his breath. He instinctively pulled you close with his big arm, letting you rest your head upon his shoulder. He knew he should leave. You had both been noisier than he had wished to be, and he feared what April would say if she found him cuddling with her freshly fucked daughter in his arms. But Mikey could not deny how nice it was to be laying there with you in his old room. Who would have thought that his teenage dream of having sex in his room actually would come true.

“So”, you smiled from his side. “Was this just like your dream of having a woman in your room?”

Mikey chuckled, pulling you even closer. “It was even better”.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

🎃Halloween request from little you🎃

You can decide if you want to use RDJ, Sebastian/Bucky, or Chris, but could you write a oneshot where the person, reader, and their kid walk from house to house and collect sweets there. Then the person and the kid are suddenly disappeared and Reader searches them and they scare the Reader and she teases the person then a bit?

If you write it thank you, big me. If not it's also oke💞💞

Trick or treat! 🎃

PAIRING | Husband!Dad!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Mom!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.9K

SUMMARY | Your son is very excited to go trick or treating and insists on dressing up like Iron Man. With the help of Tony, he gets the best costume he could ever wish for, and he couldn't be happier. On Halloween night, he decides to pull a small prank on you, and it warms your heart to see your boy in his element, right alongside your husband, Bucky.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Established relationship (Husband and wife), use of pet names (Buddy, Pumpkin, Little Man, doll), very light angst, implied smut.

A/N | Thank you for the sweet request @buckys-wintersoldier, I had a lot of fun while writing this one, and it's one of the fluffiest pieces I've written in a while! I hope you enjoy it just as much as I did when writing it 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡

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''Daddy? Can we go trick-or-treating this year for Halloween?'' Quinn asks as he excitedly bounces on the balls of his feet, something he always does when he gets excited.

''Of course, we can do that, Buddy,'' Bucky answers excitedly; it's one of his favorite traditions ever since he was a kid, but now he always pulls out all the stops, not just for himself but also for his son.

''If you two want to trick or treat, you should come up with a costume idea for this year!'' you say as you walk into the dining room where your husband and son are seated for dinner.

Quinn pulled the cutest face as he thought long and hard about his costume, and he was silent during most of the dinner as he kept mulling it over while you and Bucky kept up a light conversation together.

''I think I know what I want to be for Halloween,'' he says as he finishes his last bite of pasta.

''Yeah?''

''I want to be Iron Man!'' he says with a gleeful look, and Bucky's face falls from enthusiasm to horror before turning to you, and you can't help but laugh uncontrollably at the face Bucky makes when raising his eyebrow.

''What did you do to our son?!'' Bucky whispers to you before turning back to Quinn.

''Are you sure you want to go as Iron Man? Maybe you could be Captain America or even Hawkeye!'' Bucky tries, but to no avail; his son is deadset on wanting to be Iron Man for Halloween.

With a small sigh, Bucky agrees, and Quinn jumps up from his chair to fly around Bucky's neck, thanking him countless times from pure happiness.

''However, you can be Iron Man on one condition. Since Halloween is only a few weeks away, you must do all your chores and go to bed without protest so you can stay up a little longer on Halloween night. Is that understood?'' Bucky asks, and Quinn nods.

''Yes, Daddy,'' he says before you take him for a shower and get ready for bed.

''Mommy?'' Quinn asks as you dry him off after his shower, and he looks up at you expectantly.

''Yes, Pumpkin?'' you say, and he gives you a smile that lights up the entire room.

''Can we ask Uncle Tony for help with my Iron Man costume?'' he asks expectantly. You can't say no when he's so enthusiastic about it, so you promise to take him on Saturday; he must get through one more day of school first.

As you had expected, Quinn got up bright and early, and you were still enjoying some much-needed cuddles and soft kisses with Bucky when your bedroom door swung open. You couldn't help but smile as you heard the pitter-patter of his feet on their way to your bed.

''Mommy! Daddy! We're going to see Uncle Tony today!'' he exclaimed as he climbed into your bed, and after one more small peck on Bucky's lips, you made room for your son to wiggle in between the two of you.

''Yeah, we are! But remember what Mommy said? Uncle Tony is only in his lab this afternoon, so we will have to wait a few more hours to visit him,'' Bucky says, and Quinn sighs but agrees nevertheless.

The rest of the morning, all three of you spend in bed together while cuddling and watching a movie together until it's finally time to get out of bed and get ready for lunch.

Quinn had breakfast in bed in the form of strawberry slices, so the bridge until lunchtime would be smaller for him.

''Okay, let's go Pumpkin! Get ready for lunch, and afterward, we're taking you to see Uncle Tony,'' you say, and as fast as he climbs into your bed, he's also out of your bed, and you can share a few more minutes in peace with Bucky.

''I'll go shower. Would you mind preparing lunch with him?'' you ask, and Bucky happily nods as he gets up, too, but can't help but stare as you undress in the bathroom before closing the door with a wink.

When you're done with your shower, you get dressed in a cozy outfit since it's quite a drive from your house to the Avengers Compound, and the weather is most definitely getting chillier every day.

Bucky opted to wear matching outfits with Quinn, and when you walk into the kitchen, your heart melts at the sight. Bucky is such a sweet dad; he loves your son more than anything, which is evident now.

''You look adorable together!'' you say as you kiss Quinn's cheek, followed by Bucky's cheek, before getting the plates and cutlery ready for lunch.

They made grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup, which was gone in no time. And then it was finally time to visit Tony in his lab, about which Quinn couldn't be any more excited.

''COME ON MOMMY! We're seeing Uncle Tony soon!'' As soon as you're ready, you go to the car with both your boys and have arrived at the Compound before you know it.

''Remember, we have to be polite at Uncle Tony's lab. You must knock on the door and always say hi to him, no matter how happy you are, okay?'' you say to Quinn, and he nods in understanding.

When you're in front of the glass door to Tony's lab, Quinn softly knocks, and Tony looks up, immediately smiling when he sees all three of you standing there.

''Come in!'' he says, and Quinn swings the door open, which would have shattered the other glass windows if Bucky hadn't stopped the door in time.

''Hi Uncle Tony!'' he says as he runs over to him, and Tony picks him up effortlessly for a big hug. It always makes you happy to see how well he gets along with all the other Avengers.

''Hi, Little Man! What can I help you with today?'' Tony asks as he puts him down. Quinn is bouncing in front of him as he looks at Tony expectantly when asking his essential question.

''I want to be Iron Man for Halloween, and Mommy said I could ask you for help with my costume, so would you please help me?'' he asks, and just like everyone else, Tony can not say no when Quinn asks it so politely, so he's more than happy to help him.

And that's how either you or Bucky found yourself in Tony's lab during most dinners the next few weeks while Tony works on a working Iron Man costume with Quinn, and the night before Halloween, it is done.

''Shall we both wear them and let Mommy take a picture for Daddy?'' Tony asks, and Quinn happily nods because Bucky is still away for a mission but should return in the morning.

Tony activates his Iron Man costume, and you take a picture, sending it to Bucky and the rest of the Avengers. Quinn thanks Tony a thousand more times, and that evening, he sleeps like a log after all the excitement of the last few weeks.

It is Halloween night, and you're out trick or treating with Bucky and Quinn in his Iron Man suit. Bucky asked Steve if he could borrow his suit and shield to be Captain America, and you're wearing a female version of Bucky's Winter Soldier outfit after lots of conversations and making sure he's okay with it.

You've already been past several houses, and Quinn's pumpkin-shaped bucket was getting pretty full. When the door opens, Quinn happily says ''trick or treat!'' and all three of you get compliments on your outfits.

Suddenly, you hear your name behind you, and you turn around to see Eva, one of the other parents of Quinn's class, walking over to you.

''How are you doing? I feel like I haven't seen you in a while,'' she says, and you talk about how busy you and Bucky have been with missions lately, and you're so wrapped up in your conversation that you don't notice Quinn and Bucky sneak away.

''Alright, we have to go through. I'll see you later,'' you say before turning around, but to your surprise, you don't see either of your men anywhere, increasing your heartbeat.

They're hiding behind a bush, not far away, and when you're close, Quinn jumps up with a roar; you get scared, but when you see the two of them, you instantly feel better.

''You two scared me! But I'm glad to have you both back in one piece though,'' you say, and you continue trick or treating until Quinn's bucket is full.

''I didn't know you would get that scared Mommy! I thought the Avengers never got scared!'' Quinn asks, but you shake your head.

''Even Avengers can get scared sometimes, especially when their favorite Pumpkin suddenly goes missing with their Daddy,'' you say as you crouch down.

''I'm sorry, Mommy, I did not want to scare you,'' Quinn says, and he hugs you tightly before giving a wet kiss on your cheek.

''It's okay, Pumpkin, just don't ever scare Mommy like that again, okay?'' you say, and he nods, so you kiss him on the tip of his nose.

When you're done trick or treating for the night, all three of you get changed into your matching Halloween onesies before you let Bucky and Quinn take their place on the couch as you make hot chocolate for all three of you.

Of course, there are extra marshmallows for the two men and just a sprinkle of cinnamon to give them something special. Bucky already has some snacks, and The Nightmare Before Christmas is lined up, ready to watch.

Quinn doesn't even make it through half the film before he falls asleep, so Bucky brings him to bed, telling you to sit and enjoy the quiet for a bit, but you insist on making more hot chocolate for both of you.

''He's completely knocked out there, so it wouldn't surprise me if he sleeps in tomorrow,'' Bucky says as he joins you on the couch, pulling you in for a kiss now that you are alone.

You aren't shy about PDA in front of Quinn by any means, but you're far closer when it's just the two of you, and you enjoy these moments far more now that they're getting rare.

''I love you,'' you whisper against his lips before capturing them with yours, and he slides his tongue in without warning, making you moan softly.

When he pulls away, you follow his lips with yours, but he's too quick, so you almost fall over, making Bucky laugh uncontrollably.

''Careful, doll, we wouldn't want you hurting yourself on Halloween! People might not know the blood is real if you do!'' he jokes, and you can't help but laugh with him at your clumsiness.

You cuddle into his side with your hot chocolate before continuing the movie, and when that's done, the two of you also head upstairs, ready to call it a night.

When you arrive in your bedroom, Bucky peels your clothing off sensually, and when you're both naked on your bed, he makes sweet love to you for what seems like hours on end until you fall asleep in his arms.

God, Halloween will always be your favorite holiday, and it's only getting better each year.

[dewdewick]

Shadows in the dust | Chapter 7

Pairing/s: Finnick Odair x fem reader

Summary: At the age of 18 you thought you’d soon be free of the hunger games, unfortunately fate has a different plan. You are picked as a tribute for district 2 and thrust into capitol life.

Warning/s: Angst, Hurt/comfort, Trust issues, Death, Torture, Mental illnesses, manipulation tactics, Weapons, Swearing, Canon typical violence, Mentions of psychological distress, Use of Y/N, Fem reader, descriptions of clothing reader wears, explicit descriptions of weapon use

A/N: HELLO CHATGAMERS! I’m so excited for you guys to read this chapter, it’s been so fun to write. Everyone say thank you to the Beta for their amazing ideas and editing skills. The next chapter is being written right now and should be out soon!

Word count: 2222 (somehow)

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The sound of the wind in the trees filled her ears as she stood and looked at him. She wasn’t too sure if she was hallucinating, she only knew that she wanted the boy in front of her to be real.

Finch dropped the fish in his hand, a smile spreading across his face. “Sugar?” He said, almost in disbelief himself. Quickly he strode over to her, engulfing her in a hug. She dropped the greens she carried and the lizard she planned to cook for breakfast, winding her arms around his shoulders. Giggles bubbled up in her chest as he hugged her tightly, leaving her lips as she smiled.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you, I thought I’d never see you again.” he said as he buried his face in her hair, a smile on his face. “Where have you been hiding? We looked for at least a full day.” He asked softly. “I hid on a cliff overhang for the first day…then I met both from District 8.” She said with a grimace on her face “Everything was blurry for a bit, then I realized I was near a cave so I ate and drank water. I got all bit up by some nasty glowing bugs and decided to leave after I got a sponsor gift. I made my way up here and then Meena…died. I’ve been taking care of Caspian all night.” She explained, stepping back to look at his face.

“Are you ok? What happened to you?” She asked, her hand unconsciously coming up to move a few stray tufts of hair from his face. “No need to re-hash it all, but I’m fine.” He responded, leaning into her touch. “It’s been a long few days, and to be honest I’ve had to do a few things I didn’t like but I’m ok. Anyway, Have y’all eaten yet? We caught some fish'' He asked, motioning vaguely behind him.

She peered around his shoulder, watching as Ammo collected fodder to add to the fire and Dutchess took stock of everyone’s combined supplies. “Where’s Caspian?” She asked, suddenly worried for the younger boy. She began to walk forward before Finch caught her shoulder. “He’s still asleep, didn’t want to wake him till we had to.” Finch assured, a small smile on his face. “Oh good, poor baby got such bad sleep last night.” She sighed, returning her gaze to his face.

“I swear you’re such a mom.” He laughed, his hand resting on the small of her back. She only rolled her eyes with a smile, looking up over her shoulder at him. “Maybe everyone else just needs to stop being a baby.” She grinned, looking back to the others and walking over to Caspian.

Seeing he was still asleep, she smiled and crouched down next to him. “Hey sweetheart, it’s time to wake up.” She said as she gently shook his shoulder. His eyes opened, his face scrunching up a bit at the bright sun that shone around her. “Finch and the others are back, we’ve got food.” she smiled, a hand tentatively coming up to pet his curls. He propped himself up on his elbow after a moment, using his other hand to scratch his eye.

“Lets giddy up kid” Finch said from behind her, reaching down to grab her bicep and pull her up. “Hey!” She protested, being yanked to her feet. Finch slid his hand down, taking hers. “He’s a big boy sugar, doesn’t need to be babied as he wakes up.” He reasoned, Y/N looked down at Caspian, something feeling a bit wrong about the situation.

Finch led her over to the campfire where Ammo and Dutchess waited. Dutchess rolled her eyes, crouching down to take stock of a backpack. Ammo smiled tiredly, setting another small stack of firewood down. “Hey! Good to see you alive and well, we couldn’t find you so we thought you might be injured somewhere in a hole or something.” He said, patting her on the shoulder.

“Technically I was injured in a cave a day or so ago” she smiled, doing her best to find humor. He laughed for a second “well it’s good to have you back, there’s definitely a lot to do around camp.” He smiled nodding to Finch and walking to gather more firewood over by the oasis. Something still felt wrong, a deep gut feeling in the pit of her stomach. She wanted it to go back to the night before, when she only had to protect herself and Caspian from mutts or dangerous foods.

“I’m…I’m gonna go collect a bit more foliage for breakfast. Now that we have more people we’ll need more to eat.” She said, slipping her hand out of Finch’s grasp. He frowned just a bit, looking at her blankly for a second before returning to normal. He nodded, leaning down and kissing her forehead. “Be careful, don’t go too far.” He reminded her.

As she walked a small distance from camp, she saw a cactus. The colorful and bright hues of the fruits on top stopping her in her tracks. She knew she needed to keep herself and Caspian safe. They wouldn’t kill them so soon would they? Everyone just seemed to be acting so suspicious. She looked back to camp, watching Finch hand Caspian a fish. Using the tip of her pitchfork she stabbed the fruits, breaking them off the plant and bringing them down to herself. The sharp spines were long, almost like embroidery needles.

She placed the fruits into her turtle shell, careful not to pierce herself. The fruits ranged from green to yellow, orange, pink, and a deep purple. She swallowed whatever small amount of saliva she had in her mouth, the hot sun beating down on her.

A cannons boom filled her ears, her body involuntarily flinching, her finger pricked by the long spines of the cactus. She gasped, her blood running down the spine and pooling onto the fruits skin. She looked down to her outfit, knowing if the spines were poison that she had little time. Finding only the chord of her necklace, her token, she made the choice to take it off. Using the chord to tie a tourniquet around her forearm, she dropped the small golden locket into her bra to keep it safe.

She heard the clinking of metal behind her, looking back to the cornucopia and feeling the hair raise on the back of her neck. She ran as fast as she could. Who was dead? Was it Finch? Caspian? She couldn’t care less about the others. A skinned and de-boned fish laid in the dirt, it’s insides pooled next to the fire. Caspian stood by the oasis, looking out and obviously trying to spot something. As she came into view Finch let an arrow fly. Everything felt as if it had been slowed down, she watched the arrow fly towards him. She wanted to run, to scream, to help him in some way, but it was too late.

The arrow struck Caspian in the back of the head, his body dropping immediately. She screamed as yet another cannon went off. Finch looked back at her, his face falling and eyes widening. “Sugar, I…you weren't meant to see that.” He said softly. Her ears rang, a high pitched sound being the only thing she could hear. She felt numb again, her body rushing forward without instruction, her pitchfork covered in the cactus juice stabbed Finch in the stomach, going up and into his chest.

His eyes showed betrayal, his mouth doing its best to say words as he quickly faded away. The only words she could make out were “Sugar”, “Love” and “Why” as her ears rang. She kicked his legs out from under him, pulling her Pitchfork from his body and letting him fall into the dirt. The numbness only intensified, washing over her body like the tides of the sea. The Arena sun began to set very quickly, the world becoming completely dark as she repositioned the turtle shell full of cactus fruit in her arms.

Dutchess and Ammo came into view as the cannon went off and Finch’s blood reached her boots. Her mind was blank, static like a broken radio playing In her brain. She was so close to freedom. She just had to survive until the other 2 killed eachother, or she killed them. Would they kill eachother? They were from the same district so it wasn’t likely. She needed to run, to get away. Tossing the fruit out at the two tributes behind her, she tried to slow them down. She ran, going as fast as she possibly could as her ribs began to hurt, the numbness in her head overwhelming her.

As she sprinted she tripped over a large rock, her nose bleeding instantaneously as she hit the ground. It was probably broken, but she had no time to cry even if she could feel the lump forming in her throat. She covered her mouth, blood mixing with the dust on her hands. Climbing into a tangle of bushes she laid down inside, the small thorns pricking her skin like tiny needles and beginning to itch.

She watched as Ammo and Dutchess ran up and closed in on her. They stood 10 feet away, obviously looking for her. They were both losing stamina, it was only a matter of time before they gave up. She let herself breathe out slowly, blood tickling her chin as it flowed from her mouth and nose. Suddenly Dutchess spotted her, her red hair giving her away against the tan color of the prickly bushes she hid in. It was kill or be killed, Dutchess pulled out her daggers. She stumbled up out of the bushes, the thorns tearing a few small holes in her jumpsuit. She ran fast and hard once more with her pitchfork in hand.

Ammo caught up to her first, grabbing one of her arms and flinging her into the dirt. She screamed and stabbed blindly up at him with the pitchfork, catching him in the throat. She watched in horror as his eyes widened, involuntarily coughing blood into her face and struggling as his knees began to buckle to the ground. He began gurgling and choking on his own blood, reaching for her in his panic.

Dutchess caught up to her next, throwing a knife and cutting a long piece of skin off her arm in a flash. She whipped around and grabbed Ammo’s axe from his hand, attempting to throw it but only catching the Dutchess bicep. Dutchess screamed in pain and ran at her, shoving her hard and causing her to both drop and trip over the thrashing body of Ammo. her head fell into a puddle of blood that was not hers. The sticky substance clinging to her skin like glue. Her nose could only smell blood, the iron burning her sinuses.

She screamed as the Dutchess got on top of her, attempting to stab her in the face. She fumbled her hands, finding something, anything to defend herself. Her hand found a scaled back instead. With dust and blood in her eyes she whipped the animal towards the girl as it rattled its tail. The rattlesnake quickly lunged, biting the girl's spine and ripping into the skin.

Y/N kicked her off, stumbling for a weapon. As Dutchess screamed in agony, venom soaking through her veins. Y/N backed away, blood and dirt caked on her hair and body. The cannon boomed.

Ammo laid dead in the dirt, blood pooled around him. Dutchess threw her dagger, catching her in the thigh. She screamed, falling to her knees. “You don’t deserve this! You don’t deserve to win!” Dutchess wailed, “I worked my whole life for this! You stupid bitch, why couldn’t you just die like you were supposed to?!” She choked out, drool mixing with Ammo’s blood.

The girl from district 1 clawed at her throat as it began to swell shut, her face red and tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.” Y/N sobbed out, wanting to cry but so dehydrated that she couldn’t. Dutchess began to seize, her eyes rolling back and her body shaking. Y/N wailed, pulling the dagger out of her thigh.

She aimed the daggar for Dutchess head, crying to herself as her hands shook wildly.

The Cannon boomed one final time.

She looked up at the sky, shakily breathing as the sun peeked over the horizon. She stared up at the sky, the beautiful sky. It was peachy pink. “Please don’t be mad at me ok?” She whispered into the wind. As the sunrise bloomed over the arena, sounds of a hovercraft filled her ears. Her body shook with panic and adrenaline, blood dripping into her eyes and sticking to her lashes. A man shouted out at her from the craft, words that sounded foreign. Her brain was scrambled, she was thirsty, hungry and more exhausted than she had ever been.

The man quickly ckly shouted at her again, unable to break through the silence of her demeanor. A girl covered in blood from head to toe, a girl who had murdered 6 other innocent children. A girl who had just won the 69th hunger games.

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The Type You Save ~ S I X

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

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Previous : F I V E

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

“Are you my daddy?” 

Alex froze.  How?  How does she explain to her almost three-year-old about his father?  But it was like instinct when James opened his mouth.  

“Yea buddy.  I am.  I was able to come back for you and your mama.”  

“Yay!  Does that mean we can ride in your police car?” 

Alex tried to stop the giggle that escaped but failed.  Of course, that’s what Drew wanted, to ride in the police car.  

“I don’t have it with me, but we can later ok?” 

“Okays.” Drew started to exam the badge again.  “Can we go to the park daddy?”   

James looked at Alex.  She nodded.  “Sure pal.  Let’s get your backpack.”  

“Okays!  Miss Wanda!” He yelled as he ran for his bag.  

James drew Alex in.  “He’s perfect,” he whispered.  

“He’s you,” she replied with a smile.  

Drew came back, an oversized pack on his back holding his teacher’s hand.  “Miss Wanda look!” 

Wanda came over and gave a hug to Alex.  “Hey sweetie.”  She looked at James.  “Well, that photo does not do you justice.”  She smiled.  “Wanda Maximoff.”  

“James Barnes. Uh, how’s he doing? That’s what I should ask right?” 

Alex and Wanda giggled at his hesitance.  “He’s very bright.  He’s almost at kindergarten level with colors, shapes.  He can almost write, and he can read like a champ.”  

“Oh.  Well, he gets that from his mom,” James smirked, get a blush from Alex.  “Thank you for teaching him Miss Maximoff.”  

“Please, its Wanda and its my pleasure.  Been watching him since he was a baby.  I live next door to Ale,” she explained. “I kept an eye out on both of them.”  

The news that someone was watching for his girl and his child.  Something he wish he had the chance to do.  Something he wasn’t going to shrink away from it. It made him angry that Grey took this away from him. “Thank you, Wanda.  Really.” 

“Well Drew, I’ll see you tomorrow.”  

“Yes Miss Wanda.” Drew hugged his teacher again before taking James’s hand.  They headed back to the street and to the park that was down the street from the guys’ apartment. Drew reached up for his mother’s hand and started to swing in between.  James stopped, took his back pack and then continued to swing him.  The moment was so domestic, so normal, something they were both missing.  

Once they reached the park, Drew took off to the playground and James and Alex sat on the bench. “Tell me about him.”  

“His birthday is April 5th.  He was a big baby, 9lbs.  I went full term, all nine months. No complications.  I had Nat and Wanda to help me through … through most of it.” She swallowed.  

“Nat?” 

“Natasha Romanoff.  She’s a hacker, one of the best in the world.  She and I met at MIT before I left.  She went freelance.  We kept in touch and when I ran, she took me in.  Help me get set up with some work and found the apartment next to Wanda.  When she thought I was sick, she took me to the clinic.  Said she didn’t know you, but you would murder her if something happened to me.”  

“Damn right I would.   Will I get to meet her?” 

“If you want.” Alex chewed her lip. “What do we tell Steve?” 

“The truth doll.  He deserves the truth.”  

“Call him.  Maybe he can meet us here?” 

“Sure.” James texted Steve who replied he was on the way when Drew came running. “Daddy! Push me.” 

“So bossy.  Like your mama,” he said with a smirk.  “Ok Chief let’s go.”  He picked up his son and tossed him up, with squeals.  Alex held her breath until he was back on James’s arms.  

“Not ok, Barnes.”  

“What?  I would never drop him.” James threw her a wink as he carried Drew back to the swings.  

Alex sat, going over the last few hours, unbelieving that her family was being put back together.  Would she finally have a chance to be happy?  Or did she need to wait for the other shoe to drop? She jumped when a hand settled on her shoulder.  

“Sorry Alex.  I thought you heard me.” Steve came and sat down next to her.  “Where’s Bucky?” 

“He’s… he’s with our son on the swings.”  She couldn’t look at Steve.  She knew the face she would see if she looked up.  

“Son?” Steve looked over to the playground where James was with a little boy.  “Alex?” 

“Found out a couple of weeks after I left.  I had to tell him first, Stevie.” She looked up at their best friend. “It’s the main reason I stayed away.”  

“Oh Alex. I’m so sorry you had to do this alone.”  Steve wrapped and arm around her and they watched James with Drew. Alex told everything to Steve before Drew came running over.  He stopped short of Steve.  

“Who are you?  Don’t touch my mama!” 

James came running over and smiled when Steve removed his arm around Alex.  He kneeled down to the ground next to Drew.  “Drew, that is your uncle Stevie.  He’s mama and daddy’s best friend.”  

“Uncle Stevie?” 

“Yeah Chief.  He’s a policeman just like me.  You wanna say hi?”  Little Drew nodded.  He took his father’s hand and they walked towards his mother. “Drew, this is Uncle Stevie.  Steve this is Drew Richards-Barnes.”   

“Hello Drew.  It’s nice to meet you.”  Steve gave the little boy his hand.  Drew looked up to his dad, who nodded, before taking his hand.  

“You’re big.  Like daddy. Do you have a badge too?” 

Steve chuckled before pulling the badge out for Drew to see.  Drew took it and examined it.  He beamed that it was the same as his fathers.  

“He looks just like you Bucky.”  

“I know.  Did she?” 

“Yeah, she told me.  God, you’ve procreated.  Never thought I would see the day when there was a mini you running loose on the streets.”  

“Shut it punk. He’s perfect.” His eyes stayed on Drew as he sat on the ground to examine the badge.  He stood up to give it back to Steve.  

“Mama?  I’m hungry.”  

“Ok baby.  Let’s get some lunch.”  She went to pick him up, but James was quicker, pulling his son into his arms.  

“Whatcha want Chief?”  

“Macaroni!”  

“That happens to be my specialty.  Let’s go!” He put Drew on his shoulders as they walked back to the guys’ apartment.  

Alex pulled out her phone as they walked.  

A: Hey you  N: was wondering when you would text  A: why  N: I can meet you   A: How did you know  N: When you left the diner abruptly, I turned on your phone  A: Nat!  N: Ale  A: We promised  N: and only when we thought the other was in trouble.  I have the address  

Alex shook her head as she put her phone away.  Steve looked at her curiously.  “What?” 

“Who were you texting?” 

“Nat.  My best friend here.  She’s coming over.”  

James looked at her.  “What?” 

“We track each other, for safety reasons.  When I left the diner earlier in a rush, she hacked my phone and started listening.”  

“Jesus, Allie, you’re ok with that?” 

“She’s just watching out for me.  She knows about Grey and this is just a precaution.  She’s been wanting to meet you.” 

“Meet a woman who is stalking you.  Yeah ok.”  

Steve interrupts, trying to defuse the tension. “Is she cute?” 

“Don’t Stevie.  Doesn’t play for our team.”  

Once in the apartment, James set up Drew with some paper and markers while he went into the kitchen to make some boxed mac and cheese.  Alex slides her arms around him.  “Are you mad?” 

“I’m trying to go over all of this.  I mean, this day has been surreal.  You were gone yesterday and today you’re back and we have a kid.  Really, I’m surprise I’m not losing my shit on the couch.”  James looks into the living room where Drew is showing Steve his drawing. “This is real.”  

“Yeah, it is.  Blows my mind too.”  She kissed his neck, hearing him hum in pleasure.  

James turned around in her arms, wrapping his around her. “Let’s go to dinner tonight.  Just you and me.”   

“What about Drew?  I don’t have a babysitter.”  

“Steve can watch Drew.  He’s a giant kid himself. Besides, when you move in here, he’s gotta get used to the baby.”  

“Whoa, slow your roll?  When am I moving?” 

“Seriously? Alex, we are married.  Of course, you’re moving.”  

“I just assumed you would move in with me.”  

“And leave Steve by himself? The punk can barely take care of himself.”  

“He lived alone in New York.”  

“And was at our place more often than his own.  We have an extra room here.  We can make it Drew’s room.  Its be us, then Drew, then Steve.  It works.”  

Alex pulled back. “You really want us to move?” 

“This weekend.  Tomorrow, tonight if I could.  I need to have my family with me Alex.  That you, that’s Drew and that’s Steve.”  

Alex could see the desperation in his eyes, the fear that if he let go, she would slip away.  She looked at her son, who was now in Steve’s lap reading a book.  “What happens if Grey finds out were back together?” 

“He won’t.  You never changed your name, right?” 

“Legally no.  Here I go by Nicola.  Nicola Barnes. James cocked a brow at her. “I get paid in cash as a freelancer.” 

“Ok, so let’s get your name legally changed.  You can be Alex Barnes, like you were meant to be. He won’t find you, they aren’t looking.” He pulled in for a kiss and Alex was thrown back to their second date.  

Four years ago… second date… 

“So, what would be the ideal family look like,” Alex asked, chewing on the end of her straw.  

“We are going deep now,” James said with a chuckle.  “Let me think about this.” He rested his elbows on the table and head in hands, staring at her. “You, with my last name, and like four kids. Big house with an apartment for Steve because I know that punk would still not have a girlfriend.”  

Alex giggled.  “And what makes you think that I’ll take your name.  I happen to like my last name.”  

“You could hyphenate it.  Considering I don’t think you’ve ever told me your last name.”  

“Oh, well I can’t help that you flashed your badge when you paid last time and I got yours, Detective Barnes.”  

“So you’re not gonna tell me.”  He lifted her hand and placed small kisses on each knuckle.  

Alex swooned at the gesture.  “Richards.  Alex Richards.”  

“Beautiful,” he said with a smile.  “But Alex Barnes sounds so much better.”  

“I’ve known you a week.  How about we give it a year before this topic comes back up.”  

“Got yourself a deal doll.”  

“Don’t call me doll.”  

“Alex Barnes does sound better,” Alex whispered into James’s ear.  His face split into a big smile.  “But after you take me on a date, Detective.”  

“Its Inspector now.  But I’ll always be just Jamie for you, doll.”  

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Also a Russian article about Alexander and Olga Nikolaevna: (so that it would not be difficult for you, translation)

Speaking about the loves of Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna, it is impossible to ignore this one. Probably, it was a very short infatuation – maybe just a WILLINGNESS to fall in love – but it was this feeling that had every chance of getting continued. After all, Olga finally liked an equal in position: the prince of a foreign power.

In December 1913, Olga realized that her "sun" was Pavel Voronov (more?) he does not reciprocate her, and made several emotional entries about him in his diary, using a secret cipher. His behavior confuses and worries her, feelings are looking for a way out... on December 21, the denouement follows: "I found out that my S. is marrying Olga Kleinmichel. God send him happiness, my beloved S. It's hard. Sadly. He would be pleased." Olga also encrypted this entry. It would seem that the time has come to immerse yourself in experiences for a long time, but after a few weeks the mysterious cipher appears in the diary again. And if earlier he hid only declarations of love for Voronov, now Olga writes about something else (further encrypted fragments are italicized): "January 12. Alexander Serbian arrived (In Russian uniform. Wow, what eyes). January 15th. At 9:00, my Dad and Aunt and I went to St. Petersburg for the consecration of the new church of the Fedorovskaya Mother of God in honor of the 300th anniversary. It lasted from 10 to 1 ¼. Metropolitan, etc. A bright, large, good church. I was standing next to Alexander the Serbian, he was a little further away. Wow, wow what. January 17th. We had breakfast with Dad, Aunt, Kostya and Alexander. I sat with him. Cute, embarrassing and beautiful horror. Wow wow what. January 19th. Mom I don't know how. I fell asleep after 3 hours at night.  God save her and everyone , and Alexander S. January 23. After in the Winter Courtyard. a big breakfast. Then we talked. I've been with Alexander for quite a long time. God save him. The 25th of January. We had breakfast with Papa, T. Olga, gr. Fredericks and Alexander S. He came to say goodbye. He's leaving in 2-3 days, it's a pity, dear."

Alexander Karageorgievich was 7 years older than Olga. He had a lot to do with Russia: he had Russian tutors, was the godson of Alexander III and the named son of Nicholas II; studied at the School of Jurisprudence and in the Page Corps in St. Petersburg.  He became heir to the throne in 1909, after his elder brother George was forced to give up his rights to the throne under the pressure of a scandal. In the same year, Alexander almost asked for the hand of Princess Tatiana Konstantinovna. The Serbian minister and even the father-king personally made a cautious reconnaissance on this matter. But to the Konstantinovichs, the position of the Karageorgievich dynasty on the throne seemed too shaky. K.R., Tatiana's father, wrote in his diary: "I told her in detail about the claims of the Serbian court and about the reasons prompting us to advise her to refuse this offer. Although she rather likes Sandro Serbian, she did not hesitate to give him up." However, a year later the families still became related: Alexander's sister Elena married Grand Duke John Konstantinovich. For the Karageorgievichs, this was a great success, because they took the throne only in 1903 by a coup. In Europe, they were not really recognized, and not all Romanovs were disposed to them. In 1912-13, Alexander managed to show valor in the Balkan wars. And then he thought about getting married again, but now he was interested in the daughter of the tsar himself. ONLY WHICH ONE?

In this newspaper for November 1913, it was suggested that Olga would become the wife of Alexander of Serbia, and Tatiana – Karol of Romania. On the other hand, the English Wikipedia, with reference to Serbian archives, assures that Prime Minister Nikola Pasic wrote to Nicholas II in January 1914 about Alexander's intention to marry one of the Grand duchesses. Nikolai did not object and even noticed the interest that his daughter showed in the prince – but it was allegedly not Olga, but Tatiana. (And Russian Wikipedia generally assures: "Tatiana and Alexander wrote letters to each other until their death. When Alexander found out about Tatiana's murder, he was confused and almost committed suicide").Alexander's sister Elena, in her memoirs, which I have not yet been able to find, seemed to say that she noticed some "chemistry" between Alexander and Olga. Well, Olga's diary allows us to conclude that Alexander was not indifferent to her, and I think the Serbian heir himself paid attention to her.  You can only guess what prevented you from taking the next step.In the spring, Olga is fond of Molokhovets, then the war begins, but all this does not prevent her from remembering Alexander on various occasions:"February 24.At 12 o'clock my mother received the Bavarian, Belgian, Danish and Serbian envoys (Nalajovic. So reminds Alexander C).February 25.(in small print: I haven't seen Alexander for a month since)March 25.I haven't seen Alexandra for 2 months. <...>(added, apparently, later) I haven 't seen Alexander S. for 2 months .September 4.The Pope gave Alexander of Serbia the St. George Cross 4 art . I am very happy. God help me.October 6.John, Gabriel and Kostya and Elena had lunch. They told me a lot of interesting things. She's a piece of Alexander, and I love her.October 16.At 7 o'clock we went to the infirmary with Mom, we went to everyone, and talked to K. and I. in the corridor. Everyone knows Alexander by his body."

Alexander was a thin brunette with a mustache and large facial features (and with "WOW" eyes) – this is exactly the type of appearance that has always attracted Olga. Besides, apparently, he was a really nice person. "The prince turned out to have a kind and friendly character," writes the grandson of his tutor, the famous priest Gleb Kaleda. "To please his tutor, the prince wrote to him in Russian, asking for forgiveness in advance for possible mistakes, although there were none." He was remembered as a tactful person, sometimes shy and prone to melancholy, a lover of reading – there is some similarity with Olga's character.Olga did not see Alexander again, but a year later she noted in her diary the anniversary of his arrival:"January 12, 1915.The year that I saw Alexander at Vsevolod's christening.January 15th.The year is consecrated. churches. Alexander.January 17th.Mordvinov and Count Fredericks were having breakfast. And a year ago Alexander. God bless him."It seems that even in the spring of 1916, Pasic expressed the hope that Olga would become the Serbian queen. But in January of this year, the date of the meeting with Alexander was not noted in the diary. At this time, Olga hardly thought about anyone other than Dmitry Shah-Bagov. (By the way, here her fate again intersects with the fate of Tatiana Konstantinovna, who was very friendly with the elder daughters of Nicholas II. Instead of the Serbian prince, she married a simple Caucasian officer for love, and he even served in the Erivan regiment – like Olga's lover. Because She even knew Shah Bagov and calls him a "cute, cute boy" in a letter. Surely Olga was thinking about what could repeat her path).But in 1917 Olga remembers again:"January 17th. Exactly 3 years ago today Alexander Serbsky had breakfast with us." Here the name is also written in cipher, and this is the last encrypted entry in the diary.

Olga Nikolaevna's biographers like to repeat that she wanted to stay in Russia, so she did not marry the Romanian heir Karol. The interest in Alexander the Serbian shows that, most likely, it was not in the country: it was just Karol who was unsympathetic to Olga. I think she understood that sooner or later she would have to leave her homeland. It is unlikely that the rumors had passed her by, she knew who her husbands were supposed to be, and she did not mind falling in love with a cute Orthodox prince. Maybe by the beginning of 17, she returned to thinking about him because someone had dispelled her hopes for a happy morganatic marriage? Although what could be a wedding when the revolution is already at the threshold. What kind of fate would await her in a small semi-literate kingdom, forever torn apart from the outside and from the inside?Alexander married in 1922 the sister of the same Karol (there is a version that he dragged on for so long, because until then he did not believe in the death of Olga).  It seems that he became a good family man, ruled his country for more than 10 difficult years. Yugoslavia in the 20s became a fragment of the Russian Atlantis, the center of white emigration. Sometimes there is an opinion that Alexander was so supportive of Russian refugees in memory of his first love – "Olga/Tatiana." But I think Russia meant a lot to him anyway. Alexander was killed in 1934 by a terrorist, his family fled the Nazis during the war and never returned to their homeland. Well, instead of Maria, Olga could become a Romanian widow and exile… No matter how her fate turned out, it would not be easy. The time of the Slavic monarchs has passed.

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dancing in the moonlight (beauyasha week day 1)

Prompt: Dance + Moon @beauyasha-week This week will be a continuation of my series from last year which you can find here! Read on ao3!

Crickets chirp softly from the garden and owls hoot from the tree line, providing a comforting noise to background the laughter of Imdrin and Cricket.

It’s a warm summer night, humid enough to make Yasha’s hair frizzy, but not enough to be uncomfortable. She and Beau sit on the back steps of their house, watching Imdrin and Cricket where they kneel in the grass and play. Their laughter rings out loudly, despite neither of their parents knowing what the hell they're on about.

Though Imdrin is a fair bit older than Cricket, it doesn’t stop him from adoring her and vice versa. The first few days after her arrived, Cricket followed Imdrin around with wide eyes, asking him nearly ceaseless questions. Apparently her utter adoration with him rubbed off as it took only a few weeks for him to get comfortable in the house.

He hasn’t quite been able to call her his little sister yet, but Beau and Yasha are sure it’s going to happen any day now. Cricket has been calling him her big brother since he came home.

Beau hums softly as she leans her head on Yasha’s shoulder, “Look at them, Yasha.” She nods with her glass of moderately spiked iced tea. Yasha looks up to see Cricket and Imdrin now running around the yard, massive smiles on both of their faces as they chase each other.

Imdrin has become a bright star in their lives. He is intelligent and shy and in many ways, far much more like Yasha than any of them were expecting. He's a very thoughtful boy, contrasting his incredibly energetic little sister.

Above them, Catha shines down brightly, giving everything a soft silver glow. Beau bumps her knee into Yasha’s before she takes her hand.

Beau’s had a hard week at the Soul, working overtime nearly every night as she and Caleb are working to investigate Ludinus Daleth and a few other members of the Assembly.

A quiet night at home with a home cooked meal and watching their kids play is exactly what she needed. Especially these kids, two children who came from awful places now laughing and smiling and happy.

Sometimes her research makes her think that there is nothing good in this world. These kids are proof there is.

“Mom!” Cricket chirps, getting both of their attention. She and Imdrin are kneeling in the grass side by side. “Drin is going to do magic! Come see!”

The two women chuckle, but get up off the stairs and walk over towards the kids. For the past few weeks, Imdrin’s innate magic has started to appear, though he hasn’t quite gotten control of it yet or managed to produce much of everything. Still, Cricket is full of excitement every time he attempts it.

Yasha kneels down beside Imdrin in the grass, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder, “You can do it.”

He takes a deep breath and nods, opening up his hands. In it, there’s a very small globule of white light. It seems to take all his concentration to maintain it as his hands start to shake. After only a few seconds, the light sputters out with a soft pop. Imdrin looks at Beau and Yasha for their reaction, clearly nervous.

Beau grins, “You’re doing so well, Drin." She traps his head with her hand and kisses his temple. "Even better than yesterday.” 

“Really?” His eyes grow big with hope.

Yasha nods sagely, “Really. In fact, that much progress deserves a treat, what do you say?”

Imdrin’s face lights up. It wasn’t hard for Beau and Yasha to figure out Imdrin’s ticks. He grew up in an orphanage with nothing to his name, no family, and being told he was worthless. So they do the exact opposite, rewarding him when he does well, constantly reminding him of his worth. “Will you play the harp?”

Yasha smiles, “That’s what you want?”

Imdrin nods shyly. Yasha ruffles his hair, “I’ll be right back then.”

Yasha’s harp has found much use since the kids, they love to listen to it, to dance, or to let it lull them to sleep. So her harp is placed in the living room with pride, easy to grab when one of them asks her to play. The wood has started to become worn, the strings having been replaced twice now.

Yasha returns outside to find Beau sitting in the grass with the kids, talking softly but gesturing wildly as she tells them what is surely a highly exaggerated story of their adventuring days. Yasha smiles fondly as she sits down on the steps and starts playing a soft song. 

Immediately Imdrin’s face lights up, Beau’s tale completely forgotten.

He absolutely adores hearing her play and hearing her sing lullabies to him and Cricket. Yasha assumes it’s because he wasn’t exposed to much music at the orphanage so she and Beau have tried to bring as much of it as they can into his life. Little does he know there’s a harp of his own hiding in Beau’s closet, waiting for his birthday.

“Mama, dance with me,” Cricket demands, jumping to her feet and standing in front of Beau. 

Beau chuckles, “If the princess demands. Want to join, Imdrin?" 

The boy shakes his head, just watching Yasha’s fingers move against the strings with wide eyes. Cricket pulls Beau up and stands on her feet as Beau begins to dance in slow circles with their daughter. 

Yasha can’t help but lose focus on the music, letting herself rely on muscle memory. She watches Beau and Cricket, their smiles and dirty feet on the grass as they dance under the moon. Their daughter’s tusks just poke over her lip now, making her smile even sweeter.

And she watches Imdrin and his peaceful face, inching closer and closer to the source of the music. She shifts over so he can sit on the steps beside her and watch her fingers. She smiles a little and softly starts telling him what note she’s playing, voicing the rhythm. 

As the melody repeats, Imdrin starts to repeat with her, slowly but surely memorizing the notes. 

Cricket laughs loudly as Beau lifts her above her head in a spin before setting her right back onto her feet as they keep dancing.

It’s incredible, Yasha thinks. This little family they created of lost people, needing a home and somehow they all found each other. A miracle if you believe in them, happenstance if you don’t. Yasha isn’t sure where she falls yet, but everyday it feels closer and closer to a miracle.

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So a lot of people have seen my Star Wars posts the last couple of weeks. I only have a handful of followers and I'm still pretty new to all of this, and it's been fun and kinda mind blowing. I would love to talk about Star Wars or other nerdy stuff more than anything right now, but... I have something I have to get off my chest.

My dog Lucy died this afternoon.

It was sudden, like this developed at some point in the three months since she was at the vet last, and there was nothing we could do. I can't bring myself to really talk about it. I don't think I ever will be able to. It's too much. Because Lucy was my everything.

I'm not posting this because I'm looking for sympathy or prayer. I mean I'll take it if you're comfortable giving it, but that's all really complicated stuff, y'know? Not everybody has a great relationship with grief or religion—heck I don't always have an easy relationship with either of them sometimes, but I'm working on it. I'm not digging for commiseration or "poor sweet baby"s or anything. I just... don't have many people to talk to in my life. And this is gonna be really hard for me going forward. Not that anyone needs me to tell them that, everyone who's been where I am knows this. I'm not ready to grieve. I've grieved half my life, really, for different reasons, different people. It's... complicated. I'm complicated. So I'm going to do what I learned how to do to cope with my grief as a child. I'm going to tell you a story.

It's a story about love and unexpected journeys. Of finding who you are through someone else. Of a girl and her dog, who found each other and were who the other needed in just the right moment. I want to tell you a story because if even one person reads this, just reads it, doesn't even reblog or like or anything, the story is carried on. And the story lives forever. And in a way, Lucy lives forever. Because she already does in my heart, and she always will. So I'm going to tell the world our story not because I'm looking for followers or likes or sympathy or whatever. I'm telling it because I want at least one person to know even a fraction of how much I love her. If you don't or can't read this because it's too much, too close, too anything, I understand more than anyone that it can be overwhelming or painful. But if you do read this rambly ode that I wrote last night in sort of a haze... I thank you, for carrying the story on.

I met Lucy when I was thirteen. My family had been looking into training a service dog for me for a few months. We thought that it would help with my autism, alongside the PTSD I was dealing with in the aftermath of my father's death a little less than a year before. Because we already had one wonderful lab mix, the local training organizations had turned our applications down, citing that it would be too complicated to integrate the dogs. A friend of our family who did occupational therapy through animals suggested we find a dog and train it ourselves, with her help and help from people she knew, so off to the local shelters we went. This trip was our third try, and it was the same shelter we found our lab in—third try's the charm, right? And it was.

My mom wanted me to look at the puppies down a different row of kennels. Easier to train when they're younger, and she has a fondness for labs. But I walked down the righthand row, waving and smiling and wincing at the noise as excited dogs barked, wanting to see why new people were there, and I saw her. She was in the middle of the row of kennels. She never barked, but her big brown eyes were bright. I knelt down to say hello because she was the only one not barking in my face, and she leaned against the chain link to get closer for me to scratch, still looking at me with those beautiful eyes. I didn't realize it in that moment, but that was the moment she moved straight into my heart. I wanted to at least visit with her in the introduction room. Yes, the puppies were cute, but I had a feeling this time, y'know?

When they brought her into the room, I was sitting on the floor. She about dragged the shelter volunteers across the room, making a beeline for me. Sniffing all over. No licking—she's never been a licker. That's alright. We played a little, my mom and brother watching kinda surprised because this dog didn't want to look anywhere but me. She sniffed curiously around the room a few times, sure, but otherwise, she was right there. Stayed right there. And then she did this.

I was a goner. Because I found my dog.

___

They told us they thought she was a dalmatian mix, estimated to be about one and a half, which was amazing because we did the math later and realized she was likely born around my birthday in December. Asked me what I wanted to name her. I was on a Narnia hyperfixation at that point. Lucy, because she was so sweet and curious. Later the name evolved into an homage to Lucille Ball, because she was wacky and goofy and fun. I don't care where the name came from. She was Lucy and she was my dog. We had to introduce her to our other dog the next day, at the dog park. It went fantastic. All she wanted to do was romp and play, and our other dog went from acting her age of 8 and sorta arthritic to a happy two year old again. Surprisingly, the shelter worker handed us the leash and said "she's yours for the weekend, we'll talk on Monday". Trial run I guess. I was fine. I was ready.

It was Friday, April 13th, 2012. My brother likes to make jokes that the date should've been a clue that she'd be a handful, but I don't care. A Friday the 13th was one of the best days of my life. Even if it didn't feel like it at the time.

(I swear she and our lab got along, that one is just one of the few pictures I have of them together at the moment 🤣 I have so many pictures, but I can't go through them yet. These are just the ones I feel comfortable sharing right now.)

___

She was not a dalmatian mix. We figured that out that night when we put her up in my room to sleep. I was too buzzed with excitement, so I was in the living room when I heard it. This bay from my room. Not a bark, a full on hound bay. I remember looking at my mother in shock, and she just shook her head, eyes wide. "That is not a dalmatian."

It turned out there was an foxhound breeding/hunting place a few miles out in the boonies from us. They don't actually fox hunt, it's more of a horse-riding club where you go out riding with a whole flipping herd of foxhounds, English and American, to exercise the dogs. The shelter had found her about a month before running around in the woods, no collar, no chip, nothing. We don't know if that really is where she was lost from, or how long she was a stray. No one from there came looking for her if she was theirs. She had some scars on her face, thin scratches you could only really see when you squished the loose skin on her face. I loved squishing her face so much. Lucy had pretty clearly never been raised around non-working dogs. Or humans. Or anything, really. The world of the suburbs was new and confusing to her, but she knew how to chase, and run, and scent-track. Never had a problem with wild animals trying to get into our yard again at that house. Lucy was here to protect her new people.

(I should be clear that there was nothing in this tree. No squirrels or anything. I think this photo really captures some of her essence, though 🤣)

Service dog training went out of the window pretty quickly. My mother, who'd had dogs for decades, had never adopted a dog as old as her before, and Lucy was a lot. Hyperactive, intense prey drive, stubborn and hardheaded and loud, oh my gosh she was so loud. And settling into a new routine after losing her husband while trying to raise two autistic kids, while we all dealt with PTSD, was a lot. She got overwhelmed and kinda shut down after a while. My brother didn't know how to train dogs either, so he shut down, too. I don't blame them at all, we were all grieving and they came back around eventually, but I was thirteen years old with a dog I had no idea how to train, and I felt alone. I was grieving and scared, and for a while I was terrified that it wasn't going to work out. Every time our family adopts an animal, we swear right then—that animal is a part of our family, no matter what. But it was so much, and we were dealing with so much.

But then Lucy would look at me with those big brown eyes. And I'd feel okay. Because she was my dog. And I was her person. And I wasn't going to give up. So I squared my shoulders, I went over everything I knew from what my mother had taught me over the years, and I trained my dog.

(this was from 2016, and it's the day I knew she and my brother actually did get along, despite all the headaches and banged-up knees from her not dodging around him quite in time that she caused)

Things have never been easy. But we got through it. We moved out of my childhood home, a little over a year after returning from everything that happened with my father. (It was a saga I really don't know how to share) My PTSD and trauma stuff got worse, and my now-regular panic attacks really got started, and I dropped out of therapy like an idiot, but through it all she was there, always, always. When it felt like no one else was. When it felt like I was drowning. I never got suicidal thoughts until the pandemic hit, and have never been anywhere near wanting to even think about following through on them, but even when I was in really dark places, no matter what, Lucy was there, listening to me with her big floppy peanut butter colored ears and her big brown eyes and her freckly-looking spots. Lucy saved me from fully spiraling into a grief-filled, depressed fog I wouldn't be able to find a way out of more times than I can count. As far as I'm concerned, she saved my life. She was never cuddly—I think she tolerated my attempts at affection more than anything sometimes, but that was okay. I'm pretty touch-averse when it comes to humans and hugs and stuff. Dogs, no, humans, yes. I understood, and I knew when she'd had enough and when to step away, and I did my best to respect that. She was fine with being independant, with just being near me. And I realized I was fine with it too. Because she was there. And I was there for her.

(She heard me open a snack container in the first pic; behind that bush was one of her favorite spots in the summer even though it drove me crazy when I couldn't find her 🤣)

Over the past few years, it felt like we'd really settled into where we were supposed to be. She never slowed down with age. She just... matured, I think? Especially after our lab mixed died in 2016 and it was just her and us humans. Realized she didn't have to constantly chase the next smell, be on the lookout for the next squirrel or bird or rabbit. When I took her out for our hours of hanging out on the back porch in the sunshine, as soon as the weather would turn warm, she went from constantly running around the yard to taking breaks to hang around my chair. Laying near me, sometimes even next to me. A few times she laid her head on my feet, or next to them, or against my legs when I was sitting on the ground. I almost cried every time because it made me happy she was so comfortable with that. (Scratch that, I did cry) My favorite was when we were out there in the evenings, and she'd fall asleep as it got dark, deep enough to snore. She felt safe enough to do that, comfortable enough, content enough to let herself fall that deep asleep, because she knew we were there to protect her, be there for her. Because I was there. And if you've never heard a hound howl in their sleep because they were dreaming about chasing things, you've missed out, it's possibly one of the funniest sounds you'll ever hear, and I got to hear it on a nightly basis. I heard it last night. Even when it kept me awake sometimes as her snores rattled the windows, I have treasured that weird yodel-y sound as it fluttered through her flappy lips.

Those summer days will be in my heart forever. And when the weather would turn cold, and my seasonal depression would get bad, I felt better because she'd let herself become a couch potato with time, and realized "Hey, I can sleep on Kate's bed when she's not on it! Score!" She was content, at last, after years of us working so hard to find a balance. That's what I've held onto all this time, what I'll hold onto in the coming months, years, decades. That she's content, and happy, and she knows that she is loved more than anything in this world.

I've grown and changed with her. It's been eleven and a half years, we had to have. I've lost family and gained family. Drifted apart from friends like an idiot when I should've held on. Sometimes I don't know if the person I've become is who I want to be, or need to be, but when I'm with her, it's fine. Because I was who she needed. I became an adult. I found new interests and hobbies; I found writing, I re-found art, I found music and making friendship bracelets and a little bit of sewing recently, though I'm bad at it. I found historical subjects, mythologies and folklore, stories I never knew existed, that fascinate me. I found Lord of the Rings and Captain Marvel and Paramore and Taylor Swift with her. I still don't always know who I am, but I found myself. And every bit of that, Lucy was next to me, watching me as I discovered it, listening to me sing to her and ramble on about whatever I was doing on the days we sat out on the porch or in my room, just us, and I needed someone to talk to. She was always a good listener.

I'm still struggling with my mental health, everyone in my family is. And I know the next few months are going to be hard. But every bit of my life with her, I've been happy, even when it got hard. Because Lucy was my dog, and I was her human, and we were Kate and Lucy. My only regret is how long it took us to find our balance, find out how to coexist when we were so different but the same at the start. I will always regret how long it took, even if I was a confused child for half of it, but I never gave up. I couldn't. Because she never gave up on me, even when I had no idea what I was doing. Anything else—the grief, the frustration, the fear—I regret none of it. I never will.

Because through it all, I had Lucy. And Lucy had me. And now, if you've read all this, as I rambled my way through our story, trying not to cry and laughing at some of the memories, maybe you know her a little bit too. Everything on the internet is forever, right? Well, now our story is forever. Lucy is forever.

And she will be in my heart forever, too. I love you, Lucy. My Goose, my Goober, my Goofus, my Lucy-Goosey Mongoose, my "no, no, stop that, please stop eating stuff you find in the yard!". I love your squishy face and your droopy lips and your floppy ears. I love your loud barks and your window-rattling snores and your incredibly weird sleeping positions. I love your big brown eyes and your goofy grin and your misunderstanding of the word 'gimme five' regularly leading to you enthusiastically smacking me in the face with your big ol' paws. I love how I had to show you how to chew apple slices with your back teeth because you'd never had one before, and how you'd mooch for a carrot that was supposed to go to the horses only to spit it out three seconds later and then immediately try mooching for another. I loved teaching you to boop me with your nose when it was clear you weren't comfortable with kisses as a way to show affection, despite the numerous times you almost broke my nose. I love you. I love you. I love you. You have been part of me since April 12, 2012. You always will be part of me. One of the best parts.

And now you're forever.

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Weekly roundup: prompts

Kara no Kyoukai

Shiki Ryougi using the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception for mundane purposes.

Tsukihime

incest tw, ntr, Shiki/Kohaku explicitly framed as them cucking Hisui and Akiha

Kohaku and Hisui taking drugs together to deal with the Difficulties.

Hisui makes a horrifying discovery about the true nature of the "robots" that are named after her and look suspiciously like her. But on the bright side, it looks like Hisui #47 has more sisters than she thought.

Worried about Shiki's health after he's been bedridden for a couple of days, Akiha is told by Kohaku that Shiki'd contracted a terminal case of sugondeese. Akiha doesn't get the joke and goes around trying to find anyone who can help in complete earnestness.

Fate/Stay Night

smut, EMIYA gets fingerblasted by Artoria while getting his fat slutty tits milked for weeks on end.

Emiya "Ah yes I choose to go by no name instead of my actual name because I hate my name I MEAN FOR TACTICAL REASONS TACTICAL ONES" Shirou has her egg forcibly cracked.

ntr, Saber/Issei framed as both of them cucking Shirou.

EMIYA getting brainwashed and forcefemmed, becomes clingy and dependent to the perpetrator (maybe a master with bigger physique, any gender is fine) AAAHHH i really want to fill this myself but just typing this makes me really embarassed

smut, Fourth Holy Grail War Servant Orgy expressly framed as cucking the Masters and the Holy Grail War itself.

smut, All the Cus show up and consensually gangbang Shirou to death.

smut, guro, Sakura cuts off Shirou's legs, slices his belly open, smashes his testicles before rebuilding them with magic and then proceeds to clone herself so that she could have an ero-guro gangbang with the one she loves more than anything else.

smut, Cock worship feat. Saber's micropenis. Doesn't matter who the worshipper(s) is.

smut, Mordred fucking Guinevere with her giant cock while Artoria watches it while she is tied to the wall, crying with her pathetic micro penis exposed while her wife screams in pleasure

Merlin gives Artoria a micro penis.

We need more of that EMIYA Archer/Saber Artoria goodness, no preference on if its fgo/fsn/fha or fluff or smut as long as Saber loves him for the man he is rather than the boy he was.

smut, Might I ask for Saber and Rin having what starts out as slow tender wedding night lovemaking, and what ends up being Saber breeding Rin hard and fast, because however much they love each other, Rin is impatient, and Saber is needy.

Fate/Zero

a prompt about Iri, Saber and Kiritsugu expressly framed as cucking but nobody can figure out WHOS GETTING CUCKED. (its none of them, theyre all just morons)

I would like some fluff with Iri and Saber as married with Illya and Shirou as their children. Kiritusugu still visits and he stays with the kids during weekends and half of summer vacations, any further details is up to the author

Prisma Illya Kaleid Liner

vamp illya biting miyu, sfw.

Fate/Apocrypha

Sieg is literally cardboard. No questions asked.

smut, Problem: Thanks to the legends about his prowess, Astolfo's dick is big enough that he can't actually get it fully hard without passing out under normal circumstances; he fucks like a champion when possible, but the energy needed is too much for most to provide. Solution: Well, Sieg was made to be a magical energy battery, after all...

Fate/Extra

Hakuno and Rin in any context where they're not doomed by the narrative.

smut, Via some magecraft fuckery Nero's body temporarily changes into that of her evil alternate universe counterpart (mobile 3rd ascension draco) and her wives Hakunon and Tamamo try very hard not to spontaneously combust from lust on the spot

smut, Tamamo no Mae takes advantage of her shapeshift skill, grows a dick, and knots her Master.

Fate/Grand Order

the last scene of Lord Melloi II Case Files where Waver talks with Iskandar in his dream, except its Gudako and Romani

Guda + his partner where they are doomed by the narrative, angst

Olga in her last moments after defeating ORT looks at Ritsuka, she remembered, she remembered everything, she finally realized who she was, before becoming a beast, but its too late, again she is about to disappear and lose everything she worked so hard for

Since all hope is lost for Sita this time around I would like someone to find Rama collapsed (either drunk or just out of depression) and lead him back to his room. Some reminiscing on his wife if possible

Smut, Draco seeing Hakunon after so long shows affection the only way the beast of depravity could, by making Hakunon unleash her load inside her until her maestro's ball are empty

Medb and Emiya are sent to scout a new small singularity together, Emiya keeps getting annoyed at Medb complaining and Medb thinks Emiya is just a boring old man. Through their scouting mission they end up talking about their times alive, getting in trouble and getting to know each other. The girl who desired to be saved by a hero turned into a tyrant, and the boy that wanted to save others and become a hero, now nothing more than a machine. I think they compliment each other so well

medea is on her way back from picking up more craft material for her figure making hobby when she runs into mandricardo, she looks at this teenaged 30 year old man quivering with anxiety and decides hes cute in a mildly pathetic way and decides to take the sopping wet kitten of a man home, maybe its just her having a slight thing for stupid pathetic men but maybe she can help him with that

[baobhan sith voice] mash kyrielight did you fuck my mother

Gudako/Gorgon with some awesome size difference going on (or even edging into macro/micro) Gudako having her large and (terrifyingly) beautiful snirlfriend worshipping her tiny little Master :3

a more vore based version of SERAPH? Meltryllis having to watch as Kiara swallows Guda right in front of her, before being stuffed down the Beast's throat shortly after...

Smut, Ishtar getting her dick sucked by Gudako (or any other girl) and not paying attention to the time. Right when she hits her climax, the sun dips below the horizon, leaving Ereshkigal the one in charge of the body mid-orgasm.

Gorgon voring Robin Hood... Maybe Robin trying to shoot his shot romantically, and Gorgon deciding he's better off as a snack than a date.

Cleopatra/Caesar, preferably some smut with how Caesar historically loved to bottom

After finally ending the lostbelt saga all of chaldea and the servants make a celebration party that goes out of control.

Ritsuka and Cupid Caren being shippers hiding in trashcans to watch dates and matching up servant couples during valentine

Mash and Romani father daughter time! Maybe have him showing her his favorite movies

Tepeu gets DRUGGED

FGO again but tumblr has a character limit for bullet points and I can't trim the prompts any further so I'm splitting it in half

Gudako finally gets sick of Mandricardo’s constant whining and admits she thinks he’s worthless compared to most servants, and that she’s sick of hearing a middle aged man wallow in self pity

smut, boudica turning Nero into her cockslut

Modern AU, Gudako convices Draco to go on a date with her, draco being a cool rock musician

smut, Milf battle. Raikou and Tiamat fighting over Ritsuka. Wrestling, fight fucking, mommy kink.

Vinci Rider is kept awake at night by Vinci Caster loudly fucking Gudao (thinking they’re just wrestling or jumping on the bed)

Slight change of the rules of Chaldea is made so that rather than Arturia Lancer being her own person summoned separately, she's just Saber's mind in a different class container due to experimental magics. She also runs from the labs to Ishtar's room and tells her to put Rin in the driver's seat because Damn Rin, look how much my alter-ego was compressing into her breastplate. Breastplay/envy from both Rin and Ishtar follow, Arturia enjoys being taller and so on.

Tepeu and Kijyo become dinosaur friends

smut, guro, I want Medea to fuck Yan Qing, kill him, cut off his dick and walk around with his dick in her coochie for a week before she brings him back to life and tries to escalate from there.

I want Ritsuka to see Goetia using Romani body and going ballistic, punching the fucker until someone stops her because they know she is kill gonna him given the chance

AU where Flauros somehow got amnesia right after taking over Lev Lainur, causing the demon pillar to believe he's the human he's possessing

smut, how tf could Xiang Yu get pegged by his wife ?

It is Mother's day in Chaldea, and Ritsuka has now to make a party for all of their mom, wich are Da Vinci, Sheba, Raikou, Emiya, Tiamat, Dodrinya, Katou Danzo, Iri, Europa, Helena and Goredolf

smut, ntr, Ntr plot with Yu Mei Ren but the entire time she just complains about how Xiang Yu has a better cock and is nicer in bed, with an annoyed tone of voice.

Ok so in Pokemon, Ninetails (kitsune pokemon with, well, nine tails) has a pokedex entry that states that touching their tails leads to a curse. Anyway we take that, apply to Tamamo, ritsuka doesnt know the legend, and starts brushing her tail one day and unfortunately its curse of being horny. Tl;dr: touch tail get smashed by fox wife. Ritsuka wakes up dehydrated and exhausted the next day.

The GUDAGUDA Gang at Walmart, causing so much chaos. From arguments, fights, to even trying to get snacks on the highest shelf and causing the damn thing to fall-

Despite her best efforts, Barghest feels her instincts to devour her Master beginning to overpower her. The last thing she sees before she loses control is her Master pinned to a wall, looking up at her with a worried expression. When she wakes up the next day, she immediately despairs over what she did, only for her Master to pop up next to her. He comforts her and reassures her that she didn't hurt him, and he won't allow her to hurt him.

Blackbeard, Musashi, and Hokusai face punishment for being creeps towards children

U-olga getting summoned in Olympus rewritten to not just be a joke scene about how short and incompetent Olga is

smut, One of the lancer Artorias going for a horseback ride with Gudako. Except also Gudako is riding her huge dragon dick the whole way.

Guda being lovey dovey with Beast Nero and tiamat cockblocking them at every opportunity

smut, mozart being dommed by salieri and marie antoinette uwu

Castoria's dreams about Saber framed as cucking Knocknarea.

Guda gets to go Postal. Let them have an insane day. Attack people. Probably not any Chaldean staff but I think the servants can take it. Have an incredibly violent psychotic break in a singularity/lostbelt even. Use a badger as a weapon.

Dark Young Ritsuka is big and fluffy and a horrible abomination against nature whose mind is on the edge of sanity. How does everyone else react?

Guda secretly uses a command spell Nemo forcing him to take them to the imaginary numbers space where he suspects a certain someone is. Now knowing it is possible for him to make a contract with a Beast he plans on finding Olga, becoming her master and bringing her back to Chaldea, even if it means becoming an enemy of the human Order. Sadly for them, Alaya does not take this betrayal well and despite all their effort, it ends with Guda and Olga both dying fighting an army countless of servants in each other's arms

Wakchan/U-Olgamarie. Fluff or smut, I just want my dinoman to make the director happy.

Would It be possible to get Yu Mei Ren teaching Gudako to pole dance? (Yu's summer variant very much seems to confirm she knows how, based on her animations). Not intended to be Gudako/Yu, not a fan of NTR in the first place, but if the writer wants to make it some kind of Erotic that's up to them.

Crossover

Led by a transmission in the immediate aftermath of the Earth's bleaching, the remnants of Chaldea reach Baldanders, and are greeted by Sion Eltnam Sokaris, the last remaining member of the Atlas Institute and adoptive daughter of its director... alongside her wife, Riesbyfe Stridberg, a former captain of Knights of the Holy Church.

Crossover fic! Raikou FGO and Raikou Nioh 2 fuck!

Satsuki Yumizuka/Yu Mei-ren as a ship! preferably SFW

I just think heaven's hole demonic bodhisattva kiara sessyoin(fate go/extra) should meet with 'Throughout Heaven and earth, I alone am the honored one' satoru gojo(jujutsu kaisen). they should talk. they should fight. they should have hate sex. i want to see kiara tear through this man with her words and hands. maybe her demonic pillars as well

Mikya, Shirou, Shiki and Hakuno have a nice chat about their apocalyptically strong wives. Meanwhile Ryougi, Sakura, Arcueid and Beast Nero are having a small scale war to see who among them has the best husband

Guda and Beast Nero go on a double date with Hakuno and Normal Nero

smut, With new developments of FGO, Nero Beast has revealed her adult form and that who guided her to us was Hakuno. So after all that suffering she endured or girl deserve to be smashed by both Hakuno and Guda to relieve her stress!

Tepeu just hanging out in Tohno mansion in general, being a good guest to the household, still a dinosaur.

lumine & gudako should get together and have a few beers while they bitch about their brother/ male counterpart keeps hogging the spotlight.

Someone please make a Umineko/Fate crossover

Any fandom

Need more tentacles! Preferably with Gudako! Or Eresh! Or Mash! Or Shuten! Or any of the female cast!

Regardless of the paths they take, of the sacrifices they make, they always find comfort in each other. [Hurt/Comfort] (Shirou variants/Saber variants) No harem, but could reuse characters if doing them at a separate instances of time. Technically asking for a series of different Shirou/Saber pairings, but can also just be one pairing because that's a tall order. Would prefer to see at least Salter/Demiya (Or Edgemiya, whichever naming you prefer) because there's a lack of content for them.

Heartwarming Body Horror. I want a character's inhuman condition to be described, how much they're a monster in the shell of human form, really playing up the unnatural traits. Then I want another character to see all that and go "I love you." and give 'em a hug and kisses and maybe lewds. Shoot me in the feels.

Characters of your choice getting stuck in a cabin together with a storm outside

Pancakes lmao

[punkpoemprose]

I’ll Be Home for Christmas- 1940′s Kristanna Fic

Universe: 1940′s/ WW2 AU

Rating: G (General Audiences, fluff)

Length: 2136 Words

Summary: Continuation of my other WW2 oneshot Pen Pals that no one asked for.

A/N: Kristanna Advent 2022 Day 14. I was doing research for a holidays throughout history project for work and I just couldn’t help but daydream about this AU a little bit while I was working. I love a good historical AU.

Anna was, as always, grateful for Kristoff’s assistance as they loaded his truck with the gifts she’d spent hours painstakingly wrapping in bits and pieces of used wrapping paper. With rationing weighing so heavily on everyone this Christmas, she’d wanted to do her due diligence as a patriotic young lady, as a head hostess of the USO, but she’d also wanted to ensure that everything looked sufficiently merry and bright for the children. They’d drop the paper off to the chamber of commerce when they were done, along with the newspapers they’d both been collecting, so that they could be reused for the war effort.

“Oh the moms are all so excited that the children will have a real Santa this year. One of the gal’s moms was Mrs. Claus last year and while the boys and girls weren’t disappointed, it’s just so much more exciting to see Kris Kringle himself.”

Kristoff chuckled as he closed the gate on the back of his truck. For someone who had once come across as unfriendly and cross, Kristoff was one of the most jovial and kindhearted men she’d ever met.

“Kris Kringle,” he said, grinning at her, “Isn’t that a laugh with how often you’ve been calling me Kris lately.”

“Don’t you like it?” she asked, feeling a bit self-conscious as she flushed under the weight of his attention. They’d only been going steady for a few months now and she was starting to worry that maybe he didn’t like the silly little things she did, like giving him nicknames, and just didn’t have the heart to tell her. Her ex-boyfriend had had no such compunctions and had frequently made her feel quite stupid for the ways in which she’d expressed her affections. When Anna had mentioned that, mentioned him, in passing Kristoff had seemed more likely to punch the man’s lights out than he would ever be to emulate any of his behaviors.

“I do,” he said with a dazzling grin, “I just wonder if maybe that’s why I agreed so easily when you asked me to play the big man in red, because I was already used to being your Kris Kringle.”

She laughed in return, unable to help herself when he was teasing her with such good-natured fondness. Truthfully, she couldn’t resist laughing at every chance she could with him, as she never quite knew when their good fortune and joy might end. He’d been back home for a couple of months now, and she’d been enjoying every moment of it, but there had been no word from his commanding officers or the army doctors on when, or if, he would be returning to the warfront.

They both lived on a knife’s edge, knowing that each day together could be their last, knowing that the war that had brought them together may rip them apart again. It was something that woke her from a hard sleep in the middle of the night and made her wish, beyond all things, that he could be there in bed with her so that she didn’t need to worry that he might have vanished overnight. She dreaded the day that she would only be able to send him letters again, the day when she’d have to worry about whether she’d ever receive a reply again. It was torture to not have answers, and yet each day that she didn’t know was one more day he spent on US soil with her.

“I think you agreed because you’re a good man Mr. Bjorgman. If all of us USO ladies were so lucky to have a big strong man like you at our beck and call, we’d have the entirety of the enlisted forces entertained, in care packages, and generally positive before the new year.”

He walked around the truck and wrapped his arms around her as snowflakes fell softly around them.

“No Ms. Arendelle, that’s just something you aim to do. I think if most of the USO girls had a man to help them out they’d just as soon quit the work altogether.”

Anna knew that he was at least partially right. Many of the girls, those who were not already in a relationship or uninterested in a relationship, were members of the USO to enjoy the attention of the servicemen and servicewomen and potentially catch themselves a G.I. sweetheart. Anna was one of the few that continued her work for the USO after getting with a man who was at home, but that was because she’d never been doing her work to find a man, that had merely been a happy accident. No, she had joined the USO because she knew it was what she could do to assist with the War effort, and if that meant putting on a victory red lip, curling her hair, and planning parties, she would don her gay apparel like battle armor and plan events like a military strategist.

“It’s hard work,” she admitted, “I can understand some gals wanting to stop or cut back, especially when they’ve got someone else to care for.”

Kristoff ducked his head down to press a kiss to her lips. He always kissed her so gently before she was due at an event, and he never even once so much as smudged her lipstick before they left for the night. Coming back, of course, was a different story.

She kissed him back, melting into his arms as snowflakes collected on her woolen coat, in her hair, and on his broad shoulders, where she rested her gloved hands.

If they didn’t have children to give a Christmas to, she would have stood there all night until they both froze or their love kept them warm.

***

Kristoff was, absolutely, the best Santa Claus Anna had ever seen, and she’d seen several. The way in which he understood the children, his patience for them and the way in which he listened as they sat upon his lap, had Anna, and many of the moms in the room, absolutely melting. She almost wished that she could tell the children that beneath the santa suit they were speaking to Private First Class Bjorgman, an American serviceman, just like their fallen fathers.

She’d been nervous asking Kristoff to be Santa for this reason. Their yearly USO sponsored Christmas supper with Santa was held for widows and orphans of the war, and Anna hadn’t been sure how Kristoff would feel acting like a jolly old elf for the children of fallen servicemen in their hometown. He likely knew some of the children’s fathers, either from school or from town before the war if he hadn’t known them in the service. Sometimes it was hard for Anna to keep a brave face when she looked into the eyes of children and women who had lost someone so near and dear to them, but Kristoff did it with great poise and with a joy that seemed more than dutiful.

Anna still didn’t know how she’d managed to be so lucky as she watched him carefully set a little girl, present in hand, to the floor with the utmost gentleness. She’d never thought that she’d find a man like Kristoff, and she’d managed to do so by sending letters halfway across the world. She was certain that there was no woman alive as fortunate as her.

“How is your leg,” she asked quietly as some of the other girls served plates of cookies and glasses of milk to the children and their mothers.

Kristoff, still in Santa mode as the children could see him, merely smiled.

“Oh, it’s not so bad,” he said as one of the photographers walked in their direction, having just taken a photo of a little girl, “feeding” her newly unwrapped dolly a cookie, “You could even sit on my lap if you wanted, tell Santa what you want for Christmas and the USO gets a good PR photo to put on their recruitment poster.”

Anna gave him a good long look, observing the man behind the beard and finding his response both honest, Kristoff couldn’t ever lie to her and she always knew when he was in more pain than he was saying, and also a bit cheeky. She tried to tamp down her flush as she realized that he wanted her to sit on his lap, and that she wanted to do it as well.

“Well if Santa must know,” she said, sitting as gracefully and lightly onto his lap as she could manage, balancing her weight more onto his uninjured leg than the healed one as best as she could, “I don’t want anything. I have everything I could want.”

“What a good girl,” Kristoff replied, his voice low and without a trace of the santa voice he’d been using with the kids, even as the photographer approached them, “Not even a few more ration stamps?”

She tsked in mock annoyance, “Santa, how dare you even imply such a thing, I am a good patriot and I use my ration stamps sparingly. I haven’t even bought sugar this month unless it was for a USO event.”

“Well you’re sweet enough without it,” he said, clearly teasing her.

The photo was taken as she was looking at him with great affection, and she wondered if maybe, if she asked the photographer kindly after the event, she might be able to get a print to give to her penpal PFC Bjorgman, just in case he was called back to service and needed something to remember their time together by.

***

Kristoff kissed Anna like a man starved as his truck idled in her driveway. Once Santa had been done for the evening, PFC Bjorgman had arrived at the event in his dress uniform and had spoken to the children briefly about how proud he, and the other servicemen were of them for staying strong and brave for them all, and Anna had cried over it.

He’d kissed her by way of apology for making her cry once they’d arrived, and she’d pushed his olive drab garrison cap from his head to have easy access to his hair. Her fingers were tangled in it as she kissed his greedily, pulling him as close as his truck’s layout would allow, stealing time until she had to go inside without him.

“You never told me what you wanted for Christmas,” he said, breathing heavily between kisses as if she’d really taken his breath away by her attentions to him.

“I did, I just really don’t want anything… or at least nothing that Santa could bring me, nothing someone can buy at a store.”

He leaned in to kiss her again, and she gladly accepted the kiss, even if it was slower than what she wanted, and somewhat lacking in heat, it was tender and made her melt. Kristoff reached over as he kissed her, to turn down the radio volume. They’d been listening to the news on their way home, but now they were playing a new Bing Crosby song called “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” and it was providing a lovely bit of background noise to their time alone.

“Well if you won’t give me an idea…”

He released her and reached into his jacket pocket, pulling something white from within.  

“This is for you, I’ll get you a real present too, but I’ve noticed lately that you’ve seemed worried so when I got the letter yesterday I thought I’d best show it to you.”

He handed her a letter and in the dim light of the truck she slid it from its envelope and began to read what she could see of it.

PFC Kristoff Bjorgman…. Temporary medical discharge… Honorable… Thank you for your service…

“What does this mean?” she asked, squinting at the paper, trying to make out more of the words and feeling her heart race in her chest as he mind swum with the possibilities.

“It means that I’m no longer an active duty serviceman because of my injury because it’s as healed as its ever going to get. It also means that if I’m called back to service I’m likely to be called for some sort of work on US soil. In the meantime I’m going to go to the city firehall and hope they meant it when they said they were going to keep our jobs for us while we were out fighting, because I’m going to need to do something for a living.”

Anna felt relief flood through her as she leaned forward to kiss him again. This time he didn’t hold back, pulling her into his lap and kissing her with all the energy he could muster after a long evening of assisting her with her work, which was perhaps unsurprisingly, quite a lot.

[dudeimabird]

Honor her, just stay happy.

REQUEST'S ARE OPEN

@decaffeinatedmisery

Request: Post S-8 where Keith is trying to convince Lance that he can honor Allura’s memory and still follow his dreams of being a fighter pilot. Also because Keith misses him and wants to kiss him

(Keith Pov) So I know canonically Adam isn't alive, but I love the adashi ship too much to pass this up.

It had been 2 years after the war... The anniversary of Allura's death. It felt weird I always pictured being in space for the rest of my life, staying in the lions, never seeing home again. Yet, I'm here on earth safe and happy I never pictured that. However, we have lost too many to not feel at least some grief. All the planets involved in the war have a day to commemorate Allura's death, for Earth its tomorrow. Each year we head to one of the original paladin's house, last year it was Corran since he had known her, her entire life. This year it's Lance. We don't talk as much now, and I still have as big of a crush on him before as I do now. Shiro, Adam, and my mom know, they all agree to just get it off my chest, and after the war I was planning to but then Allura passed. As a person who has had to grieve before I knew that Lance was in a whirl wind of emotions, and I couldn't. And honestly, I want to tell him now but, I don't think he's over Allura yet, at least not enough to have a former teammate, and friend confess his undying love for him. When I do talk to him sometimes through call occasionally in person not once has he ever talked about someone he is interested in, I know people age and change but it's been 2 years and before Allura, Lance would completely fall in love with any person he met. At this point with the chemistry Lance and Allura had I think they were actually soulmates. Now whenever I see him, I can always see his walls are up he puts on a smile clearly in pain and gives a pickup line that doesn't have that spark those lines used to have. Everyone can notice but no one has had to deal with a loss of a significant other yet. So, no one knew how to comfort him.

I was at the house of the Mcclain's there was a giant stone statue of Allura, dozens of gifts, flowers and treats lining the pillar. I was with Adam, and Shiro. We were in bright colored clothes (In this fic Allura asked that they celebrate her life not feel sad over her death) Adam knocked and Veronica answered.

"Adam, Shiro!" She smiled. And look over to me.

"Keith, it's been too long!" She yelled while hugging me. I smiled; I don't know why but Veronica specifically took a liking to me when we met. I guess everyone in the house heard because they came running outside and started yelling and hugging everyone, Lance wasn't there, was my first thought but then everyone kept on talking. Turns out we were the first people there.

"Oh yeah! Lance is up there Keith" Lance's mom explained pointing up the house. I nodded and started walking up the stairs. Found the door and knocked. I heard something shuffle around and the door creaked open. And saw Lance, a Lance that had been clearly crying.

"Keith?" He smiled, looking a little surprised. I could understand why though, last year there was an emergency with The Blade of Marmora which is now a relief organization. So, I couldn't go there I felt horrible, and I couldn't explain the situation because it was an under the wraps plan.

I smiled "Hey, Lance."

I'm sorry I'm going to make it a 2-part project because I was losing interest, and I'm honestly loving this one-shot, that I couldn't just do a horrible job on the rest I should get it out tomorrow. I'm so sorry but I hope you have a great day/night!

--dudeimabird

[scoobydoo-ghoulschool]

Harringrove Week Day 1

June 24th: Song of the Day, 80's Version (I Wanna Dance With Somebody) Fic + Mood board

Chase My Blues Away (Rated Teen and Up)

Steve’s night started out simple. Really all he’d been trying to do was fulfill a favor.

Or okay- So maybe Henderson had had a last minute date for homecoming, and he was too embarrassed to have his mom drive him, and it’s not like Steve would leave him hanging like that. You save a kid from interdimensional monsters a half a dozen times, you have to take him to homecoming if he somehow manages to get a date.

So, a favor, and some insatiable curiosity about this new girl Jenny.

It was really simple when Steve thought about it like that.

If he didn’t factor in the rest of the night.

“You can’t leave,” Dustin hissed from the backseat, throwing a glance over his shoulder where Jenny was already getting out of the car. She was cute, in like a high school kind of way, with a high pony and the biggest shimmery teal dress Steve had ever seen.

“What do you mean I can’t leave, I’m not hanging around the high school parking lot dude. That’s creepy. That would make me creepy,” he insisted, because alright, he’d resigned himself to the fact one of his friends was a good 4 years younger than him. So what? No big deal.

But being two years out of high school meant hanging out in a school parking lot was a total no go.

“What if it’s lame! What if the dance is so bad we have to leave immediately? And then I think there’s like an after party and if I get invited I have to be able to go. I need this,” Dustin pleaded, before turning to send a reassuring smile in his confused date's direction.

Steve looked back at him hard. He would not break. Not this time. He had Top Gun on tape back at his apartment, with an unpopped bag of popcorn, and an entire glistening package of Twizzlers. He was going to enjoy himself, alone, at home. He was not-

“Alright, so I’ll see you in a bit. Thanks Steve!” Dustin thanked him quickly before sliding out of the back seat. It was as the door slammed that Steve realized what exactly he’d done.

“Every time. How does he do it every time?” Steve marveled, half impressed and half ready to roll down the window and tell Jenny about a funny little song from the Never Ending Story.

Instead, he went and parked his car.

He reclined the seat with a sigh, and tried not to think about how his lower back had been acting up. He was 20, he was fine, really, he just needed to pop it right once and then-

He heard the roar of the engine before he saw the Camaro pull up. The rumble of it sat low in his stomach, causing an instant reaction as he sat up in the reclined seat.

He could see Max Mayfield halfway out of the passenger door already, before the car had even had a chance to stop. She’d gone for something more casual than Jenny, in a shorter, less puffy bright blue dress. It looked nice.

As the car came to a screeching halt, she shouted something, before slamming the door shut. She hadn’t got a half step away, when the window rolled down, and she stopped to turn back to it. There was a pause as the driver spoke.

In an instant her demeanor softened, as she leaned back over to the window to reply. For a moment Steve’s vision was obscured, and he watched the tinted windows of the Camaro thoughtfully. After a moment, Max stepped away with a nod and an eye roll, and gave a slightly enthusiastic wave goodbye. Which was saying something for Max.

At one point Steve would have been a little freaked by an emotional turnaround like that. But he’d seen Nancy and Mike go from being at each other's throats one second to, exchanging tearful ‘I love you’s’ the next. Not to mention Robin and her three younger brothers. It was just a sibling thing. You kind of had to have one to get it.

He understood enough now to know that whatever Max and Billy had going on, it was okay.

Steve was just about ready to lay himself back down, when he noticed something odd. The Camaro wasn’t pulling out of the parking lot. It instead idled for a while, before smoothly rolling itself further out to an open space, settling into a spot just down the aisle from Steve.

He blinked. Turned back to the wheel of his car, and tried to think.

He hadn’t spoken to Billy Hargrove since... Oh God, it couldn’t have been Christmas? No, he’d tried to talk to him over the summer too. A few times actually. 

It’s just- okay, so the guy had been an asshole before. And then he died, and honestly? It had sucked. Like a lot. More than Steve was willing to put thought into. But then it turned out, no, that hadn’t been Billy, but instead some type of Mind Flayer clone. And then actual, living, breathing William Hargrove was stuck in the Upside Down for over a year.

And then through another, frankly insane turn of events he ended up kicking some ass, saving some more lives, and then he was just… back. Back in Hawkins, working at Pete’s auto shop a couple months later. Just- alive. Right across the parking lot from Steve’s own car.

Just across the parking lot, and exiting his car, like it was normal to be a ghost one moment and then not the next.

Steve watched as he pulled a carton of cigarettes from his back pocket. The street lamps above him cast a weak, halo like glow above him, and Steve caught himself from letting out a soft gasp. 

He really needed to get a grip.

Without a second thought, because if he let himself think he wasn’t going to move, he was out of the car, keys jingling in hand. Billy barely glanced up as he made his way the yard or so across the lot.

“Harrington,” Billy intoned, tapping out a cigarette from the carton. He was all casual lines, and easy expressions. Steve envied that, always had.

“You don’t seem surprised to see me,” he said, coming to stand a few feet away. A comfortable distance, just in reach.

“I saw you when I pulled in. Still Henderson’s chauffeur?” Billy asked, grabbing a Bic lighter from his other pocket. He flicked it, once, twice, as Steve’s eyes tracked him.

“He had a date,” he said in explanation, and Billy nodded his head. Steve wasn’t sure he actually understood or if he just didn’t care enough. It was hard to tell with Billy sometimes.

He was dressed in an old Van Halen T-shirt, loose enough to be considered a V-neck, and a ripped pair of work jeans. Steve felt cold just looking at him.

“It’s 60 degrees out man, what’re you doing in a shirt like that?” He said it without thought, gaze drawn to the dip in the shirt where Billy’s still intact St. Christopher medallion hung.

“Everything feels warmer. Up here,” Billy said, too casual as he took a drag of the now lit cigarette.

“Right,” Steve said, frowning down at his shoes. He couldn’t help the second glance up though.

His hair was still growing back, curling just below his earlobes now. It was nice looking, but Steve still missed what it had been. A small, very quiet part of him was glad Billy hadn’t decided to just keep it short.

“Mind if I share?”

Billy’s eyebrows rose, but he pulled the cigarette from his lips and held it out. Steve took it slowly, watching as Billy let out a stream of smoke. It spilled out into the air like a wave. Undulating and impermanent.

“How have you- how’s work?” Steve asked, taking a step to the side to lean against another empty car. His hand shook as he put the cigarette to his lips.

Billy watched him, eyes narrowed, and Steve had to stop himself from coughing on the inhale. Billy turned away from him before answering.

“I’m not doing fucking small talk, Steve. What do you want?”

Steve did cough this time, smoke pouring from his nose, but he managed to keep ahold of the cigarette. He kept it pinched between his fingers, as he wiped his other hand across his mouth.

“I just- I was wondering,” Steve finished lamely, and Billy watched silently. 

Finally, he held his hand out for the last of the cigarette, and Steve handed it over gladly.

“Work’s fine, it’s money in the bank. What more could I ask for?” Billy said with a shrug, a little biting, as he puffed moodily on his returned cig.

“Cool. That’s… good,” Steve said, his lips forming a thin line as he nodded awkwardly.

“Look Billy, about Christmas-”

“Yeah, definitely not talking about that,” Billy cut him off quickly, dropping the cigarette, finally at the end of its life. He brought his foot down on it and ground it into the asphalt, before making a move for his car door.

“Okay, wait, I didn’t mean to-”

And he hadn’t meant to. Back in December, he hadn’t meant to corner Billy Hargrove at a reunion Christmas party and kiss him.

He’d gotten drunk. Like the kind of drunk he hadn’t got since his keg king days, and that was always a mistake. It had been out at Hopper’s new place, and the atmosphere had been warm and inviting. He’d lost control a little bit. 

He didn’t regret it. But he did regret how he did it.

“I’ve heard that one before,” Billy snapped, stopping his hand, letting it rest on the door handle to the Camaro. He wouldn’t turn around.

“Well you haven’t exactly let me get further than that,” Steve said, a little exasperated, even if he didn’t really have the right to be.

He watched Billy’s back, the gradual rise and fall of his shoulders with each breath. Even in the chill air of early October, he looked solid, unwavering.

“Was it a pity kiss?” 

The question knocked Steve back a little. Billy turned just enough to look at his face, eyes hard, questioning.

“What no-?”

“Then stop fucking apologizing. It was one kiss, we can be grown ups about it can’t we?” Billy questioned, finally turning back around, crossing his arms defensively in front of himself.

Steve nodded, feeling his hands shake, even stuffed deep into his pockets. He had to finish this time. He couldn’t let another 8 months pass by without telling him.

“I didn’t mean to… But I did want to.”

Billy blinked back at him, his lips in their natural pout, parting just slightly.

“It’s been months,” Billy said, after a moment, eyebrows drawn together, a little disbelieving. Steve moved closer, feeling more confident.

“I know.”

“Whoever said you had game was a God Damn liar man,” Billy muttered, letting his head sink down to his chest, as he ran a hand over the curling hair at his neck.  

Steve couldn’t help but laugh, just a little, in relief, maybe, but also because none of this sounded like a rejection. Instead of pushing it again, Steve stepped over into Billy’s space to lean against the Camaro along with him. Billy’s breath caught for just a moment, before relaxing.

They listened quietly to the music pouring from the open gym doors.

When the soft, high voice of Whitney drifted out, Steve let his head tilt in its direction.

“Still into chick music huh, Harrington?” Billy asked, and Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes, feeling the draw to continue this familiar fight of theirs.

“The Bangles are unisex. Just because they’re an all girls band does not make them chick music,” Steve muttered, not actually feeling too annoyed as he caught sight of Billy’s smirk.

“Houston’s got nice pipes, I’ll give her that,” Billy shrugged, letting his crossed arms fall to his sides, one more barrier broken between them.

“Yeah, it’s a good song. It’s kind of weird though,” Steve admitted, as the poppy music continued to play through the darkened night around them.

“The lyrics can’t be that confusing even for you.”

“No. No it’s, it sounds really upbeat but- ya know, it’s meant to be wistful. I guess, I don’t know. I get it though,” Steve said, stuffing his hands into his Jean pockets feeling suddenly awkward and unsure.

“You wanna dance with somebody?” Billy asked cheekily, as Whitney repeated her own refrain.

Oh, I wanna dance with somebody

I wanna feel the heat with somebody…

“Yeah, I would,” Steve said, looking up at the sky, and the stars winking into existence there.

“Then what am I, chopped liver?”

At first Steve scoffed, a little taken off guard. It was only when he turned to look at Billy’s reaction, that he saw that he was serious.

“I’m not- I’m not dancing with you in the middle of a parking lot.”

“Who’s gonna see?” Billy asked, challenging, and childishly hopeful all at once. Steve let his lips part, unsure what would come out of his mouth next.

I need a man who will take a chance…

“Alright, okay. All I know how to do is sway, so…” Steve said, a little breathless. 

Billy moved forward first, to rest his hands at Steve's hips, his grip firm, solid. Steve let out a soft breath, watched as Billy's eyes tracked the way his lips parted slightly with it. Carefully, Steve looped his arms around Billy's neck, fingers latching into the loose, soft fabric of his T-shirt.

They began to sway, feet inching around one another, the dim lighting of the parking lot a blanket of safety. He could feel Billy's heartbeat against his chest this close, a steady thrum, something undeniable about it. The heat of him, the feel of him was intoxicating.

So when the night falls, my lonely heart calls…

“Billy…” the name fell from his lips like a prayer, and Billy’s eyes locked with his, the barest hint of a smirk on his lips.

“You talk too much Harrington,” Billy leaned in then, eyes partly lidded, but not all the way closed. Steve met him halfway, over eager, but when their lips finally met again, after all these months it sent an immediate shock of heat through him. 

He tilted his head to deepen it, and Billy lifted one of his hands to grasp the back of his neck, pulling him in until they were tipped back against the Camaro together. When Steve let his tongue run a tentative trail across Billy's lower lip he was quickly granted entry, the heat and slick overwhelming.

The moan that followed shocked him, mostly because it hadn't come from him.

“See what acting like adults gets you,” Billy breathed against his mouth, hot and a little damp. Steve could only nod for a moment, a husky laugh on his lips.

“I’ll have to try it more often.

“Somebody, Somebody ooh. To hold me in his arms,” Billy sang faintly, along with the song, and Steve couldn’t help but press a kiss to the other boy's temple. 

“You know I think this might be my favorite song now,” he said, pulling back, pushing aside a damp curl from Billy’s forehead.

“You and your chick music man,” Billy said with an eye roll, but he was grinning, cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

“Hey. Whitney’s universal,” Steve said, letting his head fall into the crook of Billy’s neck, pressing a line of kisses up to his jaw. 

“Yeah, okay, Whitney’s universal,” Billy said airily, but his hand had found a place in Steve’s back pocket and he gave his ass a squeeze at the same time. Steve felt himself grinning, as he sucked a dark bruise into the soft skin of Billy’s throat.

Don'tcha wanna dance with me baby

Dontcha wanna dance with me boy…

I had a blast writing this, and thanks so much to @lazybakerart for putting together the prompts for this week!!

[notchesandbullets]

Take it From Your Hot Neighbor Baby (Virgin!Sub!Midoriya x Reader)

Art credit: Heijiu Comics

Requested by anon: OMGGGGGG I love your writing, I was thinking If I can make a request on a smut with my baby Izuku Midoriya. Where he's so beautiful and innocent and the older neighbor next door from him likes him and basically targets him for sex which is the reader of course, and he likes her too. So then she totally doms him and invites him to her house and basically go at it as Izuku's innocent's self can't handle the pleasure the reader gives him!If you could do that I love your writing, If not it's cool!!!

Warnings: slight dumbification, precious bby izuku is 19, everything that happens here is consensual, unprotected sex, pet names, overstimulation, virgin!sub!izuku (mainly), Aged up!AU, filthy smut, dirty talk, cursing.

18+

A/N: Thank you for the request, I hope you like it!! i loved writing this :D (feel free to send me another to write, i’m already almost done with what i suspect is your other one xD)

Words: 4k

You grinned as the shared wall between you and your neighbor shook, signaling that the boy from next door was finally home. 

Midoriya Izuku, a passionate and utterly clueless broccoli-haired boy turned fresh pro-hero, sweet and sensitive, everything you ever wanted in a partner. That, and he was clearly too shy to approach you.

You had been neighbors with him and his mom for forever but only until recently, after his admission into UA did you start to see him in another light besides platonic. And it wasn’t until he graduated that he had completely dominated your interest in another way entirely.

It was no secret that he used to be a scrawny kid but since his high school days, he had bulked up considerably. 

Now, with the body of a tank and a soul bursting with positivity, you were completely hooked.

It really was astonishing to you how he continued to maintain that innocent personality after becoming a pro-hero. No one was that optimistic and oblivious all at the same time. 

You had started out with smaller hints, bringing him food once a week to make sure he was eating properly, taking care of him when he was sick or injured and just too stubborn to admit it and go to the hospital, you name it and you’ve done it.

What was extremely exciting at first to be interacting with him like this dulled the moment you realized this baby was so innocent that all your signals were completely going over his head.

The dumb baby. Your dumb baby.

He was fast approaching 20 but you were willing to bet he hadn’t even gotten laid yet. With the way he walked, it was as if he was still the same kid you had met ten years ago.

Your parents had long since moved out of the apartment, going closer to where your grandparents were since they were getting older and needed to be taken care of. You had politely declined their invitation to go with, asking if you could take over the lease on the place since they would no longer be living here.

As their only child, they had a soft spot for you and let you do as you pleased now that you were old enough to be living on your own. They even helped you out with the rent even though that was entirely unnecessary. 

Your day job paid enough.

An upbeat tune floated throughout your apartment and you danced along to the music in nothing but a thin cami and a pair of scarlet lace panties. Since it was so hot today, you had decided to forgo actual clothes. It was perfect, but you were definitely still sweating. 

Tapping a finger to your chin thoughtfully, you recalled how your adorable and hot neighbor’s mom was out working all day and wouldn’t be back until late. Plus, you knew that he had no hero work today, courtesy of the boy telling you himself via text when you checked up on him earlier this week.

Pulling an oversized t-shirt over your head so that it brushed just below your thong clad ass and fell off of your shoulders, you fluffed your hair, giggling to yourself at your reflection in the mirror. 

Today was the day you would make Midoriya yours. 

Grabbing a few cookies from the kitchen that you had made just last night because you felt like it at that moment, you flung open your front door, knocking on his a second later. 

Hopping in place excitedly, you couldn’t contain your enthusiasm. You hadn’t even bothered to message him that you were coming over, knowing that he would prefer it be a surprise. 

“Izuku!!” You cheered when the door opened, immediately thrusting the plate of cookies out towards him. 

He staggered a couple steps back, unprepared for your sudden attack but rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish smile, emerald eyes shining with gratitude.

Midoriya bowed gratefully. “Thank you, Y/N!!” 

It had taken literally years before he was comfortable calling you by your first name without any honorific attached to the end of it. But it was worth the wait as warmth sparked through your heart and a soft smile adorned your features before it was replaced with a mischievous one.

Bounding up to him, you pressed your chest against his purposefully, making it so that you almost lost your balance. You gasped in mock surprise when he instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist to catch you, relishing in how strong his arms felt around you.

Midoriya stuttered as your boobs were practically smushed against his face by how close you were to him. Were they always that big?!

It wasn’t like he masturbated to you everyday or anything. Definitely not.

He groaned, throwing his head back as your body heat encompassed him. 

Who was he kidding, he jerked off to you every spare second he got. He couldn’t help it though. Your beautiful smile always beckoning him over, those alluring eyes of yours enticing him closer and closer until he felt as though he could combust merely by standing in your presence alone.

Giggling, your teeth sank down into your bottom lip and you batted your eyes at him. A shudder ran down his spine and you bit back a smile at the blush that sat on his freckled cheeks.

“Do you want to come over for a little while?” You asked softly, feigning shyness and you rubbed your thighs together. “I have something I want to show you.”

The action didn’t go unnoticed and Midoriya’s mouth dried as the swell of your breasts peeked up over the low scoop of your shirt when he glanced down. 

“Uh, y-yes?” He uttered, voice shaking with uncertainty as he automatically agreed to what you had asked him without even thinking about it.

You giggled, eyes lighting up in excitement. “Great!!”

He stumbled after you as you dragged him next door to your apartment, losing his balance and falling on the couch as you pushed him inside. 

Your eyes shifted from playful to concern as he landed on his back with an ‘oomph’.

You were quick to cup his face, examining him closely. “Oh no, Izuku, are you alright?” 

“Y-Y/N!!!” He stammered out, face bright red at your proximity.

“Are you alright?” You repeated, uncharacteristically serious and seeing as how you were asking him more than one question, he nodded to both. 

You chuckled, leaning in close. His cheeks burned at your proximity and although you wanted so badly to tease him, you needed to get something straight first.

“You ever been fucked before, baby?” You cooed sweetly and a visible shiver shot down his spine.

He gaped for a moment, not used to you saying something so brazenly but shook his head wordlessly. 

You smiled, your tone taking on a gentle lilt as you sensed his nervousness. “Want me to be your first?”

This time he didn’t hesitate. 

“Yes.” He whispered, barely breathing as he finally confessed what he had been longing for ever since he turned of age. “Want you so bad.”

You didn’t outwardly show it, but your heart skipped a beat at his admission and the butterflies fluttered uncontrollably.

“Yeah?” You bit your lip to contain the wide smile. “Something tells me that you want to be played with, am I right?”

A whine bubbled past his lips and your smile turned wicked. Oh, you were going to have so much fun with him. You wondered how he would look when you played with his nipples, which you sure would be so sensitive it would have him hard in a heartbeat, or how he looked writhing under you when he was about to cum. 

Anticipation thrummed through your veins and you couldn’t believe that after all this time, you finally had the opportunity to give him that kind of pleasure. 

“Such a good boy.” You crooned softly and he audibly keened, stretching towards you desperately as you denied him a kiss. “What’s your safeword, baby?”

Midoriya’s head was spinning and his brain was short-circuiting from how unbelievably close you were to him. The sweet smell of your perfume flooded his senses and he swallowed thickly, very much aware of how little clothes you were wearing. You had yet to touch him and he was already a goner.

“S-Safeword?” He stammered out, his eyes shutting automatically as you threaded your fingers through his hair, a small moan breaking through the weighted silence as you scratched his scalp. 

You observed his every move, every flutter of his lashes as he fell under your spell without even trying to succumb. 

“Mmhm…” You hummed. “A word that you can use at any time and I’ll stop everything.”

A safeword was for both parties but you were fairly sure that you wouldn’t need it, being more experienced than him and aware of your boundaries. But just in case, you whispered that little tidbit of information in his ear so that he wasn’t left out of the loop.

“What if…” Midoriya gulped, restraining himself to keep his hands at his sides no matter how desperately he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to know if they were as soft as they looked. “C-Can’t I just tell you to stop?”

You frowned a tiny bit, not put off by his question but rather how fucked out he looked already. The poor boy was already straining in his pants, the bulge making your mouth water but you kept your head on straight. 

“You can.” You agreed. “If that’s what you want, we can do that.”

He glanced away from you, thinking hard. He wasn’t all innocent. He had watched porn before when dared to by Bakugou after one of the class movie nights at Heights Alliance back when they were at UA, and he was embarrassed how quickly he got attached to the videos that had bondage and overstimulation.

It always looked so enticing. He wanted to know what it felt like to be pinned down and overpowered until pleasure rode on every one of his senses. 

He wanted you to do that to him. 

“W-What about if I just used your name?”

Midoriya cringed as soon as he suggested it and took it back faster than you could react, another idea tumbling out of his mouth in a split second. 

“Black?” He whispered, avoiding eye contact with you. 

Baby boy blinked so nervously, worried you might refuse or reject him for any reason and you took his chin in between your thumb and forefinger, drawing his face close to yours. 

“Alright baby, that’s perfect.” You reassured softly. “Either one of us can use it and then everything stops, okay?”

He nodded, getting more excited as your breath fanned across his lips. 

“Need to hear you say it.” You demanded quietly. 

His green curly hair bounced as he nodded vigorously. “I understand!!”

Midoriya stiffened for a moment in surprise as you finally pressed your lips against his, sealing his first kiss and he swore his heart stopped beating. Then, he melted into putty as you moved your lips skillfully against his, coaxing him to return it with as much lust and passion as you were igniting within him.

You pulled away to lean in close to his ear, trailing a finger up and down his chest playfully.

“Let me take care of you, Izuku~” You cooed, slyly licking the shell of his ear, savoring in the shiver that shot down his spine as a result of your ministrations.

You continued down, planting hot and wet open-mouthed kisses along his jaw as he whined and wriggled beneath you. Trailing down his neck to his collar bones and then his bare chest as you ripped open his shirt in one swift movement, you pinned his wrists above his head.

A protest ripped from his throat at your display of dominance.

“Y-Y/N!! I wanted to—”

“To what?” You questioned smugly.

Midoriya whimpered pathetically and you smirked. 

He blushed, looking away. The boy was built like a bull but was an absolutely softie, innocent pure little bean at heart. He didn’t have what it took to take over. 

“You wanted to touch me?” You asked, laving your tongue around one of his sensitive nipples. “You wanted to be on top?”

His face scrunched up at the strange sensation, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out as you bit down on the tender flesh.

You licked your lips seductively, making a show of your tongue grazing over your teeth as you gazed down at him through hooded eyes. “Do you think you deserve to touch me after being such a bad boy?”

You heard him every night. The walls were thin in the cheap apartment complex you lived in. Too thin. 

“Don’t touch me until I say so.” You ordered.

You heard every wanton moan that bubbled past his pouty lips, such pretty little sounds that you wanted to hear all for yourself. You were jealous of the others in the vicinity that can undoubtedly hear him as well. The only thing that settled your heart at ease was the luscious cries of your name falling from his lips. 

And now, all your neighbors would know just who he belonged to.

Midoriya gulped nervously and you reveled in the adrenaline pumping through your veins at being in control and dominating him. Your shirt rode up as you straddled his hips, and he wriggled beneath you, wanting nothing more than to touch you.

You trailed a finger from his chest all the way to his navel, teasing the waistband of his pants. He whined as you wiggled your ass down to sit comfortably on top of his thighs. Deftly unbuttoning his jeans, your eyes flickered back up to him.

“Oh my, these look so uncomfortable.” You mock pouted, sneakily biting the zipper of his fly and pulling it down. “Do you want me to take them off for you?”

You grinned as he involuntarily bucked his hips up into your feather-light touch, tears collecting at the corner of his eyes in frustration. Slowly pulling down his pants and boxers together, your eyes bugged out as you saw what he was packing.

“Oh…” You mused. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

If you thought he was big, you were dead wrong. This boy was hung as a horse. Well endowed to the max, he was easily packing eight inches and you couldn’t even fit your hands all away around his thick girth. 

You stroked him as best as you could but judging by that guttural groan that erupted from his mouth, you’d say you were doing a pretty good job. 

“Please!!” Midoriya begged, practically sobbing as you teased him and it was like music to your ears. “Please, Y/N, make me feel good!!”

“Yeah,” You whispered, suckling on the vein that ran on the underside of his stiff member. “You want me to make you cum, baby?”

“Yes, please!!” He cried, fisting the fabric of the sofa, remembering your rule not to touch you yet. 

But it was killing him.

The foreplay had made you wet enough to take him and you weren’t keen on waiting another second longer.

Positioning yourself over his leaking head, the tip of his engorged shaft rubbed against your puffy folds as you pushed your thong to the side.

Midoriya’s eyes bulged out of his head as he saw the red lace and he couldn’t stop his hands from shooting to your waist as you threw your shirt up over your head, leaving you in that thin cami that left nothing to the imagination. 

“F-Fuck—” You cursed as you sank down on him, thighs trembling from the effort of taking him. “Izuku, baby, you’re so big.”

He was rock hard and pressing against your inner walls just right. It had been so long since someone had filled you up like this and now that you had him, no one even came close to any of those prior. 

Midoriya was huffing, moaning uncontrollably as the rush of pleasure he got by being encased in your tight heat so quickly. His hands gripped your hips, kneading the flesh of your ass as he started to rock you back and forth in his lap.

You completely ignored the fact that he disobeyed your order. 

“Dumb baby,” You cooed softly. “Does that pussy feel good around your cock? Huh? Tell me.”

“Yes— hhgh, I love it so much, Y/N, you feel so tight, ahh!!” He mewled, unable to think of anything else except how good your cunny felt fluttering around him.

His face was beautifully flushed, unable to tear his gaze off of where his cock had disappeared into you. The sticky wetness smeared against his hip bones made your arousal evident and he was impossibly turned on at the vision in front of him.

You threw your head back as he took over control, gyrating your hips for you before you were even adjusted to his massive length. A breathy moan tumbled out of your lips as his fingers knotted their way into your hair, yanking it back so that your hips canted into him with every thrust. 

“I-Izuku!!” You moaned loudly as he roughly and sporadically pounded into you. 

You squealed as he pulled you down to his chest to get a better angle, all the breath vanishing from your lungs as he planted his heels and fucked up into you so fast that you would’ve fallen off from the force if he wasn’t holding onto you with an iron grip.

“Sorry, Y/N!!” He broke off with a whine and burrowed his face into your neck as you clenched around him, his hips stuttering. “But I’m about to—”

You shrieked as he released inside of you, painting your walls with his thick, milky white cum. Chest heaving, you pushed him down and straightened up, clicking your tongue.

“Such a selfish baby.” You crooned, controlling your breathing enough to put up a confident front. “I didn’t even get to cum yet.”

His eyes widened in horror at not satisfying you first. “Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I didn’t— Gah!!”

His earnest apology was interrupted  as you began bouncing on him again, keen on reaching your high. His spent length twitched inside of you and he whimpered, eyes screwed shut at the pain.

“Y/N!! It… It hurts!!” Midoriya whimpered pitifully, his eyes screwed shut at the overstimulation.

“Aw,” Your smile was sadistic and you threw your ass back into his lap intentionally, causing him to throb within you. “Does it?”

“Yes!!” He cried out. “Fuck, please stop!!”

You pouted sadly, gyrating your hips faster. “But I haven’t even cum yet.”

It was too much. Your words spun with those sinful rocks of your hips was making a lethal mix of pain and pleasure shoot through his system and he whined, pawing at your hips. 

“Y/N, please!!” He begged, unsure what he was begging for at this point. 

It didn’t take long for him to get hard again. You weren’t sure if his short refractory period was a side effect of his power or the fact that he had just lost his virginity to you and wanted you again, but you were definitely going to oblige him either way.

Midoriya arched into your scalding touch as you leaned down to kiss him once again. Your soft lips and the hot cavern of your mouth distracted him as your tongues danced together and he almost forgot about the fact that he was balls-deep inside of you. 

Until you started to move again. 

His cry was muffled as you licked it out of his mouth before pulling away.

Your grin widened and you rocked your hips back and forth at a mind-blowing pace, reducing the blubbering boy beneath you into a whimpering mess.

But your confident façade soon vanished as his hands found purchase on your hips and bucked up wildly. 

The grin slipped off your face and you whimpered, fingers splaying on his bare chest for balance as he went wild, fucking up into you with abandon. 

You could do nothing else other than hold on and pray you wouldn't fall off of him as he took over.

Biting your lip, you desperately tried to regain control. “Izuku—” 

He gritted his teeth, ignoring you and your eyes widened as green lightning started to surround his body. 

Your eyes widened. “Wait—!”

He didn't. 

Your head tipped back and the loudest scream you've ever produced ripped from your throat as he used One for All to completely destroy your pussy. But to your disbelief, he didn’t stop, he didn’t even slow down when you contracted around him.

His hips slammed up into yours at a breaknecking speed and tears blurred your vision as you cried out, sobbing with pleasure as he finally made you cum.

“Y/N, you’re milking my cock so much!!” Midoriya blurted out with a raspy moan as another orgasm spiraled to you and you shrieked, this one hitting harder than the last.  

At some point, you blacked out.

When you came to, Midoriya was hovering over you worriedly, his green eyes glistening with concern as he called your name over and over again.

Sitting up with a groan, you realized that he had laid you down on the couch and covered you with a blanket.

“Y/N?” The boy asked, brushing the hair out of your eyes as he sat down by your side.

You offered him a smile, every bone in your body protesting as you sat up. Midoriya was helping you in a second, ignoring your feeble protests that you could do it yourself. 

The next minute, he played with his fingers awkwardly. 

“Was… Was it good for you?” He asked timidly, blinking his big eyes up at you. 

You cracked a smile at how earnest he was. Cutie. 

“Of course it was.” You murmured, planting a soft kiss on his forehead before staring straight into his eyes. “You know this means you're mine, right?”

Midoriya blinked his doe eyes, mouth parting slightly. “Eh?!”

You smirked. “Yup.”

“Really?!?!” He asked excitedly, leaning forward to stick his face close to yours and you giggled. 

Adorable. Simply adorable.

“Yeah, baby.” You whispered, cupping his face and pecking his freckled cheek. He was so sweet. So pure. 

You couldn’t wait to defile him more. Wait until he was exposed to the world of BDSM.

Licking your lips slyly, you smirked. “You’re all mine.”

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[dollslayer]

Champagne Problems

Bartender!Bucky x Reader

Summary: When your ex-boyfriend makes a surprise appearance at your sister's wedding you find help from an unexpected source.

W/C: 4,642

Warnings: NO MINORS, Smut, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, swearing, alcohol consumption

A/N: Hey! I know it's been a minute (sorry), I wrote this for @saiyanprincessswanie's writing challenge using the bartender au! If you like this please reblog and comment and check out my other fics!! Cheers!

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You sighed internally before slapping on a smile for yet another group picture. Your bridesmaid dress was itchy and you already regretted spending the entire night in it, as the reception was just starting. But it was your sister’s day and you decided that if what she really wanted was for you to wear this itchy monstrosity to honor her wedding then damn it, you’d do it. So you leaned in close with the rest of the wedding party and posed some more.

When the photographer had finished with his photos you were ushered to the family table and wedged between your mother and your aunt. You mentally cursed your sister for seating you with them because they were going to spend the entire night trying to set you up with someone while simultaneously lamenting that you’d dumped your boyfriend of 4 years just a month earlier. Your mother wanted grandchildren so badly, you didn’t know why she couldn’t just settle to get them from your sister.

“Sweetheart, you and Steve were so good together though! Remember when he surprised you at Christmas with that puppy? I don’t know how you let a man like that go…” Your mom chided.

You grabbed the attention of a passing server and grabbed the champagne off their tray. If you were going to have this conversation again you needed liquid courage to do so. You downed it in three sips and your mom scoffed at you.

“Mom, we've been over this. I didn’t ask him to do that, we agreed we weren’t ready for a dog. Ugh, oh my god, anyways, we just didn’t work together. Sometimes things don’t work out, Mom. You’ll still get grandkids, just not from me.” You patted her on the shoulder but she just pursed her lips and looked past you to your aunt.

You wanted nothing more than to get wasted but you couldn’t do that to your sister. You wouldn’t get blackout drunk, but you were definitely getting drunk tonight. The reception was being held in a hotel and the wedding party had a block of rooms reserved so it’s not like you had to drive. You just had one thing to do before you did that.

The moment you’d been dreading had finally arrived, the toast. You held your freshly topped-off glass of champagne and brought your fork to it to get everyone’s attention. Someone handed you the mic and you hesitated before taking it and nervously cleared your throat.

By what you assumed could only be the grace of God you managed to deliver the perfect toast about finding the right person and soulmates and anything else you might find in a hallmark card with only minor stumbles. Everyone clapped and your brother-in-law wiped a stray tear and everyone finally dug into dinner. You just hoped that would mean your mother would be quiet about Steve for the next 20 minutes and then you could escape to the open bar.

____

You almost made it through dinner scott-free and sat back to watch your sister’s first dance. Just when you thought you were in the clear it was your aunt that threw a wrench in your plans. She was three glasses of wine deep and had that glassy look in her eye when she grabbed your elbow and pulled you closer. She spoke to you in a low voice while trying not to fumble her words.

“Listen kiddo, I know your mom is hard on you about Stevie but she just wants what’s best for you. What you two had… it was so good even I liked him! I don’t like anybody y’know that. So.. so why don’t you jus’ give ‘im another chance, make your mom happy? Couldn’t be that bad, could it? Maybe he’ll even… surprise you”

You mentally blocked out her words halfway through her speech, hoping neither of you would remember it by the end of the night. Right now you just had to get her to stop so you could get away from the table. You didn’t think you could take one more second of being shamed for leaving Steve.

You smiled sweetly and nodded in understanding towards her words.

“I know, Aunt Linda. I know. Sometimes things happen, I love mom but I’ll find someone else.”

With that you patted her on the shoulder and took off in search of the bar.

There were two bars and you wanted to go to the less crowded one. Looking around you had spotted it just past the dancefloor and made a beeline. Weaving through the now open dance floor and escaping the invitations to join your family you finally made it and leaned heavily against the countertop with a sigh.

“Rough night?” Your eyes follow the gruff yet amused voice and find that it belongs to a very handsome man with a defined jaw, clear blue eyes, and long hair that was tied back.

You smiled and rolled your eyes.

“You don’t know that half of it. Nothing like a wedding to remind you how single you are” You joked.

“Ah. Yeah, that’ll do it. That’s rough. You look like you need a drink, what can I get you?”

“Dealer’s choice. Just no vodka.” You requested.

He smirked and nodded, perusing the lines of bottles that were in front of him. He bit his lip as he concentrated on what to make and you tried not to stare. You watched him get to work on your drink and couldn’t help but notice the way you could see his muscles move underneath his dress shirt.

He turned back around and proudly presented you with something fizzy in a highball glass.

“My own concoction, I even used the non-watered down liquor. Just for you” He says with a wink.

You try your best to hide your shy smile and accept the drink.

“Thank you, how sweet of you.” You tell him.

“It’s nothin’. So how’s a gal like you single? If you don’t mind my asking. Seems pretty impossible to me.”

You're caught somewhere between flattery and embarrassment and just hope it doesn't show on your face. You take a long sip of your drink and gear up to answer him.

“Well, I just got out of a 4 year relationship, actually. He’s really sweet but he always had a tendency to steamroll my needs and just do whatever he was going to do. Eventually that shit adds up.” You sigh.

“Like for example - last year we had talked about getting a dog and I said I wasn’t ready, we’re just both way too busy and then on Christmas day he shows up with this puppy! And then I’m the villain for telling him no! The puppy ended up going to a good home but he did stuff like that all the time. It just became too much. Anyways now my mom won’t get off my ass about leaving him.” You shook your head.

“A puppy? Wow, that’s… intense. That’s a lot, I’m sorry. You finish that drink and I’ll pour us both a shot” He laughed.

You nodded in agreement and downed the rest of the cocktail. He held up two shot glasses and extended one to you.

“A toast, to… wait. I don’t even know your name!”

His shoulders shook as he laughed and he answered you.

“I’m James but you can call me Bucky” You made a face at that.

“What kinda name is Bucky?” You asked before giving him your own name.

“Whatever, I’ve got two shots of tequila, you want one or not?” How could you say no?

“A toast,” You continued, “To you and your weird name, Bucky.”

He laughed and you clinked your glasses together, then against the counter before downing them in one go. You tried your best not to make a face and looked up at Bucky to find him extending you the lime chaser, which you took gratefully.

“Hoo… I could use like, 3 more of those to get through tonight. So, how’d you get into bartending?”

“I needed somethin’ to put me through school and I figured this beats stripping. Though, with some of the customers we get sometimes I’m not so sure”

You laughed at that and Bucky went on to tell you anecdotes of all the crazy people he’s had to serve, disastrous weddings, and the time he got a lapdance from the bride herself. You hadn’t even realized how much time had passed but you were enjoying talking to him, forgetting your mission to be drunk.

The two of you kept swapping stories and were getting to know each other a bit more. He let you vent about Steve and just listened, it was refreshing to talk to someone and not be told what it is that you should be wanting. When you pictured the night you didn’t picture yourself confiding in the bartender tonight but if you were honest you were enjoying yourself. It beat awkwardly dancing with your family and enduring more disappointed remarks from your family.

You had hoped you could hide out at the bar and spend the entire night unscathed when the double doors to the ballroom opened. Your heartbeat in your ears as time slowed down around you as a blond head of hair made its way through the archway. Your laughter died in your throat when Baby blue eyes found you across the room and you froze like a deer in headlights. No. Nononononono this isn’t happening.

Time has somehow come to a halt while simultaneously hurtling forward since you can’t get yourself unstuck from this moment yet fail to realize that Steve is now standing right in front of you. His hair is swept back perfectly and he flashes you that million dollar smile of his that shows off his dimples perfectly. You scold yourself for checking him out but damn did he always clean up nice.

“Hey, sweetheart” he says shyly, as if he’s not crashing your sister’s wedding to get with you.

“What…? What are you doing… here?” You ask quietly, trying to avoid a scene.

Before he can answer you your mom comes up behind Steve and squeezes his shoulders tight, all with a big, bright smile on her face. Of course. How did I not see this coming?

“You made it!” She exclaimed as she leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Of course, sorry to have missed the ceremony but there’s still plenty to celebrate, right?” He asked with his signature boyish smirk.

Shock was still in full effect on your features as you stood stock still. But that shock was soon giving way to anger as you slowly pieced together everything that was happening. Your mom had brought back Steve to try and get you back together and Steve was steamrolling you again.

“I… I, can’t. I can’t-” You started

“Sweetheart, how many of those have you had? You need some water.” Steve motions to the drink in your hand and you feel the anger running through your veins about to take over. You have to move this out of the room. Now.

“Why don’t we move this to the hall?” You suggested quietly.

You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you started moving towards the exit but you did spare one last panicked glance towards Bucky. He looked confused and his brows were quirked in a way that made him look upset, almost. You sent him a pleading look before turning back around and preparing yourself to deal with this shitshow that had slowly unfolded before you.

Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. Hold. You got this. Your hand begins to push the door open when Steve’s much larger one covers yours and gets the job done. An action that you once would’ve thought was sweet, one that you would’ve made you swoon, even, is currently pissing you off.

You two made your way to the hallway and you looked around before you started in on him.

“Okay, what the hell, Rogers? Crashing my sister’s wedding? Really?! I don’t give a shit if my mom put you up to this I-”

“Sweetheart, please. She thought you might be having second thoughts and maybe us seeing each other would… patch things up. We just want what’s best for you, sweetheart” Steve attempted to console you, reaching out to try and rub your arm but you pulled back.

“No! I am so sick of you running me over! You never listened to me or what I had to say and this is exactly why I broke up with you, Steve! You’re being so fucki-”

“Hey, babe, everything okay out here?” Bucky’s voice surprised you but not as much as his lips pressing a kiss into your hair and his arms wrapping around your waist.

You had to crane your neck to look back and up at him. It took all of two seconds for you to piece together what you’d hoped was the truth. Bucky raised his eyebrows at you as if to say “come on” and in all your desperation you went with it. You supposed that his formal uniform made him pass for a regular guest.

“I, ah, yeah, yes. Steve here was just leaving, right?” You asked him.

Steve raised his eyebrows in a stunned expression, mouth slightly open in disbelief. His hand reached out towards your shoulder but Bucky pulled you back gently.

“Doll, are you serious? Who even is this guy? Does your mom know about this?”

“No, she doesn’t. It’s… new…” You told him.

“Right,” Bucky cuts in, “It’s new so we weren’t telling anyone just yet but she figured I should at least be here for the reception”

“Seriously?” Steve scoffs, “Man bun? What does he have that I don’t? C’mon, you know what you and I have is real.”

“What you and I have is over, Steve. You never listened to me, always pushed me further than I was ready for. We’re done, it’s over. I’m sorry for whatever Mom told you”

Steve took a harsh breath inwards and you watched him try to decide whether he should walk away or blow up. Based off of the veins popping in his forehead, he was opting to blow up.

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re up to but-”

“She said it’s over, punk. Move along” Bucky cut in. He took a protective step in front of you and pushed his shoulders back, squaring up to Steve. Steve seethed quietly and you two exchanged very tense glances.

“I’m telling your mother about this. I doubt she’ll be happy to hear you brought some random person to your sister’s wedding.” Steve spat.

He walked past the two of you and bumped shoulders harshly with Bucky. Bucky’s jaw tensed and his grip on your waist tightened but he didn’t retaliate. Instead he took a step back to get a proper look at you.

“You okay?”

“Why did you do that? You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but you looked like you could really use the help.”

“Well… thank you. I appreciate it, more than you know. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t there.” You laughed to yourself a little and added, “We’re not even together 5 minutes and you already have all my emotional baggage”

Bucky laughed at that and shook his head.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’ve got some crazy exes too. So what now? You going back in?”

You became a little flustered at that but moved past it with a sheepish grin.

“No,” You shook your head, “I think it’s best for everyone if I just go up to my room and avoid a whole scene.”

“Well at least let me walk you up. I wouldn’t put it past that creep to follow you.”

“What about the bar?”

“We’re overstaffed and the party’s winding down anyways. They’ll get on without me”

“Alright then” You accepted and started off towards the elevators.

You two were standing in the elevator waiting for the doors to close when you spotted the doors to the ballroom open. Your mother was looking around, her face a picture of anger. Lucky for you the doors closed before she could look in your direction and you let out a sigh of relief.

“You know as far as fake boyfriends go I’d say you’re pretty good”

“Just good? C’mon I had that guy on the ropes.”

“Yeah alright,” You relented with a grin.

You exited the elevator car and made your way down the hallway until finally you reached your door. You fished your keycard out of your wallet and turned to Bucky.

“Hey… do you wanna… maybe come in? Hang out? I know you’ve got work but if you’re overstaffed maybe…” You trailed off. There was a beat of silence and you felt regret instantly, thinking you’ve asked too much of him. “Y’know what nevermind, you don’t have to, I’m sorry I-”

“I’d love to hang out with you, if you’re okay with that. Plus it’s probably better I wait to get back until the wedding’s over. Can’t really show my face as your boyfriend and then get back behind the bar, can I?” He said with a soft smile.

“Suppose you’re right,” You swiped the card and cracked open the door.

You stepped inside and felt like you could finally breathe again. You kicked off your heels and went to turn on the lights. You reached back to get the zipper of your dress but couldn’t quite get there.

“Will you get my zipper?” You asked Bucky. He nodded and came closer to you.

You could feel his warmth radiating from him when he was this close. Your nostrils filled with the heady scent of his aftershave. He smells so good. He unzipped you halfway and left the rest for you.

You thanked him and grabbed your change of clothes and headed to the bathroom. Relieved to finally be free of the itchy monstrosity of a bridesmaids dress you sighed and put on a tank top and pair of shorts. You realized the tank top showed a little more of your cleavage than intended but you shrugged it off and exited the bathroom.

Bucky’s eyes landed on you and he took a sharp breath in but tried to play it cool. It half worked, you caught him staring a little bit and giggled to yourself. When you looked at him again he was undoing his tie and the first two buttons of his shirt. Wonder what he’d look like if he unbuttoned just a few more… You stopped yourself in that line of thinking and joined him on the couch.

“I think your phone’s gonna zap itself into an early grave with the way it’s been going off” Bucky said as he pointed to your phone on the table.

You picked it up to find you had several missed calls from your mother, one from Steve, and one very long text message from him that was already inducing a headache. You opened it, forgetting you had read receipts on. Oops. You weren’t going to read this now in front of Bucky, so you shut it off and put it aside.

“So how are you feelin’?” He asked.

“Better now that I’m out that damned dress. As for my family, they'll get over themselves. I don’t know why who I’m dating is such a big deal to them anyways.”

“You do look more comfy now that you’ve changed. If you don’t mind me sayin’ you’re just as gorgeous now as you were all dolled up”

You felt heat flood your cheeks instantly and eked out a thank you. You and Bucky talked for an hour more or so and in that time you’d found yourself nodding off with your head on his chest. On instinct he brought your whole body closer to him and put his arm around you. If you were less sleepy you’d be embarrassed but right now you didn’t care.

Bucky had moved slightly and inadvertently jolted you awake. You shot up and realized that you’d cuddled your way into Bucky’s side and now the embarrassment was catching up with you. You instantly scooted back to give him some space.

“Sorry, I uh, didn’t mean to cuddle you” You said while avoiding his gaze.

You felt a hand on your thigh and finally looked up to find him smirking at you.

“I didn’t mind it. It’s getting late though, I should get back.”

You were slightly disappointed but nodded your head. You rose and followed him to the door. He went for the handle but turned around when you grabbed his hand. He stepped away from the door and was in your personal space. You looked up at him with a shaky breath.

“Thank you, again, for what you did. It was really sweet of you.” He smiled down at you and brought one hand to your face. Oh God, I didn’t prepare for this. Your heart was beating just a little harder as you looked into his clear blue eyes.

“For you? Anytime. I had a really fun time with you tonight.”

“Me too.”

With that his other hand came up to cup your face and he kissed you sweetly. It wasn’t until you kissed him back that he pulled away.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to, I don’t wanna make you uncomf-”

You grabbed him by the shirt collar and brought him in for another kiss. This time more demanding but just as sweet. He let out a small moan and you swear you could’ve melted. His tongue explored your mouth while his hands moved their way down your body and brought you even closer to him. You could feel that he was hard and it only made you want him more.

Without breaking the kiss you started to move backwards towards the bed until finally you were just at the edge of it. You broke apart for air and searched his eyes only to find his pupils blown wide in lust. You cupped him through his pants and he groaned. He was big. Maybe even bigger than Steve.

“We don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t want to do,” He breathed out. You shook your head and kissed him again.

“I want you, I’m sure.” You panted out.

“I don’t have a condom”

“Doesn’ matter, I’m on the pill” You told him. With that his hands were up your tank top and you’d helped him to remove it. He worked on his shirt next and while he fumbled with the buttons you took off the rest of your clothing.

Bucky was every bit as devastating as you’d thought he’d be and you let out a genuine sigh. His toned muscles rippled throughout his arms and torso and you watched him remove his boxers and you’re not entirely sure your jaw hadn’t dropped. He noticed you gawking and chuckled as he leaned down to join you on the bed.

“See somethin’ you like?”

He didn’t give you the chance to answer though, he pushed you backwards onto the bed and kissed you again, this time trailing his kisses all the way down your body. He stopped and took his time to admire each of your breasts, licking and biting your nipples. You’d gasped in surprise and pleasure. He moved his way down finally to your pussy and looked up at you.

“Can I? You could only nod and let out a shaky breath as you sat up on your elbows and watched him get to work. He kissed and caressed your thighs until finally his fingers were prodding at your entrance. He groaned at how wet you were and pushed two fingers in. You let out an obscene moan and your hands went into his locks. His tongue lapped at your clit before he sucked on it, all the while pumping his fingers in and out of you in search of your G-spot.

You’d pulled his hair out of his bun and guided his tongue where he needed to be. Finally getting the right angle you were whimpering in pleasure, back arched almost to a point of pain. He’d finally found the spot he’d been looking for and your eyes shut closed in pleasure.

“Please,” you begged, “Please don’t stop I’m so close”

You pushed his head harder against you and his fingers sped up. It was only a matter of moments until your toes were curling in pleasure and you writhed on the bed in the aftershock of your orgasm. Bucky continued to lap away at you until you pushed him off. He came back up to eye level with you and had a wolfish grin.

“Who knew you’d make such noises? God it was so hot”

You pulled him in for another kiss and reached down to grab his cock. You pumped it a few times before you moved down to return the favor when he stopped you. You looked up at him with brows pinched in concern.

“Don’ worry about me, I just wanna feel you”

He moved you beneath him and you spread your legs apart for him. You were still sensitive in your post-high when his tip brushed your clit but you didn’t mind the bolt of pleasure. He aligned himself with your entrance and looked you in the eye as he pushed all the way inside of you slowly. You let out an involuntary moan, trying to accommodate his full length.

“You good?” He asked.

“I’m good, you’re just...big” He smirked at that.

“Can I move or do you need a second?”

“No, you can move, please move.”

One hand on your hip and the other on your breast he started thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. You swore you could feel every bump and ridge of him with every inch he put into you. His pace picked up and he kissed the column of your neck, finding the one spot that drove you crazy. Your small mewls turned to full moans and he began fucking you harder.

“‘M not gonna last much longer” He told you. You didn’t say anything in response, just brought him in for another kiss and grabbed a handful of his ass to push him further inside you. He chuckled at that and took the hint.

He was going the hardest he had so far and you were holding on for dear life and loving every minute of it. His panting breaths were heavy in your ears and you reached down to toy with your clit so you’d cum together. His thrusts were getting a little sloppier and your hand moved faster, quickly approaching both your peaks. He let out an almost pornographic moan as he came, He fucked you through his orgasm and not a moment later you came for a second time. Your bodies melded together as you rode out the last waves of each other’s orgasms.

Finally Bucky stopped and held himself with one hand, trying to catch his breath. You were slightly dazed, trying to compute how your night had ended up like this. Bucky rolled over onto the bed and you felt the mess between your thighs. You looked over to him with a hazy smile.

“So, I know we’re doin’ things a little backwards here but, maybe I could take you out some time? If you want?”

Your smile grew even wider and your heart felt so light in this moment.

“I’d like that”

You didn’t know what tomorrow would hold or how to even begin cleaning up the mess with your family. You’d deal with it all in the morning, for now you’d just bask in the afterglow with your fake boyfriend and be grateful for chance meetings.