#and just whenever we say around the house she’d be in his lap

[oberon-king-of-the-cherries]

The last couple of times my brother has visited, Chloe’s been sick and therefore not wanting to cuddle or get pets from him, which made me quite sad as he’s always had a rather special relationship with her.

Started out the same with this visit, but this morning as I passed his room I saw her curled up on top of him as they slept. Apparently she asked to be let up at around 1 am and stayed the entire night. I’m so glad, as I’m worried she’ll be gone before he can see her again after this visit.

[perlelune]

no body, no crime | Coriolanus Snow | ii.

Your childhood friend returns from his exile in district 12, but he's not the sweet, quiet boy you once knew anymore.

Warnings: NON-CON, Plinth!Reader, Gaslighting, Drugging, Murder, Forced Marriage, Forced Pregnancy, Loss of Virginity, Somnophilia

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

Astonishment widens your gaze when you find your mother sitting on your bed when you go back upstairs. Her hands are twitching in her lap and she makes a beeline to you when she sees you.

“So, how did it go?” she asks, urgency laced in her tone. 

Your brows knit. “It went fine. Why do you even care, mother?”

“Coriolanus will be a good friend to have in the future,” she says, her hands seizing yours for emphasis. 

“A good friend?”

Your mother rolls her eyes. She then tugs you by the hand and takes you to your bed so you can both sit on it. The mattress dips with both your weights.

“Don’t you know, sweetie? How well his tribute did in the last Hunger Games? That Lucy Gray girl-”

“You know I don’t like to watch it,” you underscore, your frown accentuating. You don’t know why anyone would willingly tune in to this butchery and call it entertainment. 

Her hold on your hand grows tighter. “You need to grow up. You’re not a child anymore.”

You tamp down your hurt at her criticism.

She licks her lips and continues, “And it’s not just that. He’s on the fast track to becoming top student at the University, he’s Volumnia Gaul’s apprentice and he’s even got sway with-”

“What does any of it have to do with me, mother?” you interrupt, your well of patience running dry as she keeps singing the young man’s praises. It’s not like you’re not aware of Coriolanus’ accomplishments. He’s ambitious and clever. It was always obvious he’d get far in life. But clearly your mother’s trying to make a point and you’d like for her to stop beating around the bush and just spill it.

“He likes you.”

“I like him too,” you reply with a shrug.

She tilts her head, her interest seeming piqued. “Do you really?”

“Yes, I’m glad we can be friends again.”

“Friends is a good start. Your father and I started as friends…”

You draw your hands back, standing up in shock at her implication. Outrage blooms inside you. This is just like Demetria Plinth. While you’re aware your mother doesn’t approve of your current match, you never thought she’d be so devious.

“I’m engaged, mother.”

She sighs as she stands up too. Disappointment paints her features.

“I know, I know. And William’s a sweet boy but-”

“But what?”

She tilts your chin up. “What kind of future do you think you’ll have with him, hm?”

“One full of happiness and love,” you defend hotly.

She bursts out a chuckle. “Love and happiness do not provide food or shelter. But a match to a promising young man from a great house would-”

You cut her off again, peeved at her repeated ignorance of your wishes, “Like I said, we’re friends, mother, nothing else. I’m getting married in three weeks, whether you and Dad like it or not.”

Her lips clamp shut as she steps back from you. 

“And you have made that exceedingly clear, how little you cared for our opinion…”

“It’s not that, I just wished-”

She waves a dismissive hand in the air. “It’s no matter. Just promise me one thing?”²

“What thing?” you ask, suspicion clear in your voice.

“Keep him close,” she says, her eyes softening. “Can you at least do that for us, sweetheart?”

“I’ll try.”

“I’m being serious,” she emphasizes. “After your brother…” Her voice breaks at the mention of her son. Tears start to press behind your eyes at the sight of her grief-stricken expression. “We can’t afford any misstep. Do you understand?”

You don’t have it in you to fight her anymore, not when she’s like this. So you wrap your arms around her, giving her a tight hug. “I understand,” you reply, rubbing her back as she weeps in silence.

Naturally, your own tears follow suit. Whenever your mother cries, it's never too long before you start crying as well.

You may not go as far in your relationship with Coriolanus as your mother wants you to, but you can at least keep him in your life. And based on your encounter this afternoon, it will not be hard. You want him in your life. You missed him. 

You just hope your mother learns to accept that you and Coriolanus will never be more than friends.

God, you despise these events. You peer at your lavish surroundings once again. They certainly didn’t spare any expense, and this includes your father. Every inch of the palatial room screams wealth, from the champagne tower, to the elaborate sculptures and gold accents from floor to ceiling. 

Internally, you wince. This is the kind of futile displays of privilege the Capitol likes to indulge in. A waste of resources when people in the Districts are starving.

You bet if Sejanus were here, he’d feel the same.

Sipping lightly from your glass of posca, you nod along at the man who speaks to you. It’s been almost an hour and he hasn’t realized you haven’t uttered a single word. You wonder if he even cares. Gauis Creed, Festus Creed’s father, is the kind of man who basks in the sound of his own voice more than anyone else’s.

Eventually, you excuse yourself, pretending you’re tired and need to sit.

William follows you as you go find your father’s table. 

You unleash a sigh as you plop down on one of the velvet chairs around the table. An Avox approaches you, plate of appetizers in hand, and offers you one. You refuse with a smile, your heart twisting as you meet their gaze.

William’s hand folds over yours.

“You’re okay, baby?” he asks, concern swimming in his green eyes.

“I’m fine. These things are just so exhausting.”

His thumb sweeps over your knuckles as he smiles at you. “We just need to stay long enough to be polite.”

“I know.”

William suddenly straightens his spine, his attention traveling above your head. You pivot in your seat to see what caught his eye.

Your breath hitches at the sight of Coriolanus. He smoothly walks into the room, locking arms with his cousin Tigris. His stylish crimson fit, a two piece suit with a white rose pinned to his breast pocket, highlights his good looks. His blonde locks are slicked back in that formal way you’ve seen him sport since he came back. He wears it well. It makes him look older, wiser.

He radiates confidence and you don’t miss the looks that trail him as he enters. The young heir of House Snow is making quite an impression.

“It’s him, isn’t it?” William inquires, smoothing the wrinkles in his suit and rearranging his lapels. 

“Yeah, that’s him,” you reply, placing a hand on his arm in reassurance. 

But your fiancé’s eyes don’t stray from Coryo. A frown mars his brow. 

“Who’s the woman with him?”

“That’s Tigris, his cousin.”

Striking blue eyes slam into yours, making your heart skip a beat. You watch as the blonde whispers something to Clemensia Dovecote before weaving his way through the crowd.

“He’s making his way to us,” William says.

Frozen in your seat, you nod dumbly.

He glides in your direction, each of his steps graceful and determined. Not once does Coriolanus’ cobalt gaze strays from yours.

“You came,” you say when he’s in front of you.

He plucks your hand from your lap and drops an ephemeral, soft kiss on it. When he lets go of your hand, the feel of his lips linger, making your flesh tingle. You confine a gasp, your face warming. The move surprises you coming from Coriolanus. He knows etiquette better than anyone else. Doing this in front of your fiancé could be perceived as provocation. 

You’re sure he didn’t mean it that way, being naturally suave and charming, but you wish he’d tone it down tonight to not give William the wrong impression.

“I made a promise to a pretty girl, so I had to,” he rasps, honey dripping in his deep timbre.

Part of you melts. Ten years ago, you’d have done anything for Coryo to notice you, let alone whisper words such as these to you.

You collect yourself, giving a nod as you rise from your seat. 

You beam at his cousin. As always, she looks stunning. Tonight she wears a tight, scarlet dress that compliments her slender frame.

“Tigris, it’s been a while,” you chime.

“Too long,” she replies before hugging you.

You return the gesture. Tigris was always sweet to you. While you never went to school together as she’s three years older than you and Janus, there were many times she’d admonish children who pestered you. You remember wanting to be like her when you were younger, a poised, beautiful Capitol lady that’d make your parents proud.

It was before you realized how vapid most citizens of the Capitol are, that none of them care about anything that matters. Still, Tigris remains one of the kindest people you’ve ever encountered.

“You’ve grown into a gorgeous young woman,” she praises.

Despite you, a sliver of pride flutters inside you at her compliment. 

The reunion is interrupted when your parents arrive.

As you expect, they barely acknowledge William, but they grin from ear to ear when addressing Coriolanus.

“You clean up nicely, young man,” Strabo lauds.

Your mother doles out similar praise, asking him where he got his shirt from.

“Shall we sit?” your dad adds.

“Oh, may we?”

“Don’t be silly. We made sure there’d be room for both of you.”

So that’s who the extra chairs were for. You wondered before. You suppose it makes sense now.

Everyone sits and food is brought to the table. 

The tantalizing spread of meat and vegetables doesn’t entice you despite its artistic arrangement. Still, you dutifully gulp bite after bite, aware people in the districts are starving while you get to enjoy a fancy meal. You shouldn’t waste any of it.

The whole time, you try your best to ignore the way Coriolanus’ arm keeps grazing yours as he talks.

You stay quiet as the Snow cousins and your parents drone on about clothes and other frivolous matters. 

When the conversation begins to veer to more serious topics however, your ears perk.

“...And we’ve been trying to raise the viewership for the next Hunger Games through-”

“Well, maybe if it wasn’t about sponsoring the murder of children, it’d be easier,” William notes, cutting your father off mid-sentence.

Quiet falls over the table. Strabo’s jaw ticks while he glares angrily at your fiancé. Your mother shakes her head and tosses you a look of disapproval.

She doesn’t have to utter a single word for you to hear her thoughts loud and clear. They’re plainly written all over her face.

As for you, pride and love glow inside you as you twine your fingers with William’s. 

Once again, he makes you feel like you’re not the mad one in this mad world.

“What do you think?”

 Coriolanus’s abrupt question has you choking on your spoonful.

You cough and dab your mouth with a napkin, embarrassment swirling in your gut.

Beneath his intense stare, you quickly try to gather your words.

“Me? I…There has to be another way to discourage rebellions, a more humane way. Wouldn’t you agree?”

A tender smile unfurls on his lips. “You’re sweet.”

The symphonic orchestra on stage starts playing music. Some of the guests start joining the dancefloor, waltzing along to the melancholy tune.

Coriolanus suddenly gets to his feet and steals your hand. 

“Do you mind?” he tells William while tugging you out of your chair. 

“I…” your fiancé begins. But Coriolanus drags you to the dancefloor, not waiting for his response.

Too dumbstruck to utter a word yourself, you let him. 

He slips his arm around your waist and sways to the music. You follow his lead, trying to discard how unnerving the proximity is. The faint scent of roses coats your senses, rendering you a bit dizzy. It reminds you of your garden. 

“He speaks like a rebel,” he says.

You stiffen. “He speaks the truth, and he isn’t afraid to do it. It’s what I love about him.”

Coriolanus scrutinizes you, his blank expression impossible to read. You gasp when he spins you. He then pulls your back flush against his broad chest. Your heart hammers wildly  and you find yourself praying he doesn’t hear it. 

His soft whisper fans over your ear. “He’ll get you in trouble.”

“Maybe I like trouble,” you reply.

His deep chuckle ripples along your neck. “Hm, do you, princess?”

Your throat goes dry. You pivot in your heels so you aren’t so close, remembering that William is a few feet away watching.

Your cheeks burn. 

“Coryo,” you mumble, lifting your head to meet his gaze.

“Yes?”

“You’ve changed, you know.”

“Hm, maybe it’s my hair. I’m trying to grow it out again.”

You shake your head.

“It’s not that. You’re just…a bit different.”

You don’t remember him ever being so bold and…so many other things you can’t place. You simply know that the longer you are in his presence, the longer it feels as if you’ll tumble into an abyss, one you won’t so easily climb your way out of.

He slants his head.

“Good different or bad different?”

You shrug and smile.

“I guess we’ll have to see.”

The gala leaves you rattled, hesitant to speak to Coriolanus for a few days. You know he’s not to blame for your parents’ behavior, but he didn’t exactly help matters with everything he did that night. Your mother for instance couldn’t stop raving about it on the way back home. You were grateful William wasn’t there to hear it. He’s worked hard to obtain your parents’ approval, even pretending to be someone he wasn’t at first just to impress them. But nothing he’s done ever worked. By mere virtue of his birth, the match is ill-fated in your parents’ eyes. 

Maybe distance with the blond is what is best. Once you and William are married, they’ll have no choice but to accept it after all. It’ll be done and there’ll be nothing else for them to say.

“Your mother said I could find you here.”

Startled, you nearly drop your embroidery hoop. 

Your head snaps up. 

You’re welcomed by the sight of Coriolanus’ towering frame darkening the entrance of the sunroom, sporting a white shirt and a long black coat. 

“Are you upset?” he asks, heading towards you. 

His bluntness, coupled with his unexpected presence, snatches the words from your tongue for a few minutes.

You blink and frown, focusing on driving the needle through the cotton fabric.

“Upset, why would I be upset?” you evasively reply.

“The gala…” His voice is closer now, the smell of roses floating around you.

You dip your head and examine your needlework. You frown. It’s a bit crooked. The stitches aren’t as tight as they should be, making the petals you were sewing appear misshapen.

“You’ve also been avoiding me,” he adds. Your breath catches as you realize he’s sitting next to you now. “You leave right after every class.”

It’s true that even at the University you’ve made yourself more scarce. You didn’t expect him to notice. But you surmise nothing ever escapes Coriolanus Snow’s sharp senses. As long as you’ve known him, he’s been this way. He’d let the tiniest, most insignificant problem corral his entire attention until he solved it. 

“I haven’t,” you mutter, shrugging. “I’m not upset, Coryo.”

“So why won’t you look at me?” You squeeze your mouth shut, sewing as if your life depended on it.

“Look at me, princess,” he repeats, his hand finding your chin to force your gazes to meet. Your nerves thrum as he gauges you.

“I’m looking at you,” you whisper.

The blond’s forehead creases. His deep timbre softens while he explains, “I just want to be here for you, take care of you. That’s all. It’s just that…” He releases your face, his shoulders sagging. “Nevermind.”

“Tell me,” you insist, now eager to know what words were about to cross his lips.

It’s his turn to dodge your eyes now. “I probably shouldn’t.”

Your frustration hits its crest.

“Now I want to know even more.”

Coriolanus studies you for a while before a long, weary sigh drops from his chest. 

“It’s what Sejanus wanted,” he confesses, his soft inflection wavering.

You exhale sharply. “What?”

His throat bobs, emotions storming his blue eyes as they turn glassy with unshed tears.

“It’s almost like he knew, like he could feel it coming, you know?” Coriolanus pauses as if to gather himself. “He said ‘take care of her for me, please.’ He even had tears in his eyes.”

The hoop slips from your grasp as you gape at him in shock. Your voice comes out a watery quaver, tears welling in your eyes too.

“Did he really say that?”

“He did,” he confirms with a nod. A lone tear travels down his cheek. “I keep wishing I could have saved him, you know?”

He sounds disgusted with himself and your heart wrenches. It’s not like Coriolanus had anything to do with your brother’s death and could have prevented it. It saddens you that he feels the need to carry a burden that isn’t his own. All he did was be a friend to Sejanus. The picture of the two of them Janus carried proves it.

Without thought, your hand reaches his.

“This isn’t your fault. None of it is.”

His fingers curl around yours.

“I just want to honor your brother’s last wishes. He was my best friend.” His thumb caresses the back of your hand. “And I know I can never replace him but…let me be here for you, okay?”

You chuckle through the blurry veil of your tears. You can’t believe Coryo carried this weight with him all along. You wish he’d told you earlier. 

He simply wanted to be here for you. You’re both grieving your brother’s death, after all. Guilt trickles within you for even doubting him.

“Of course,” you reply, giving a tearful smile.

His hands rise to cup your face. He gingerly wipes your tears as you sniffle.

His face comes alight with a broad, tight-lipped smile.

“I’m very glad to hear that, princess.”

[bts-princess7]

Best friend’s dad (KTH X fém!reader)

Summary: your best friend since high school has always loved having you over, but he dad barely tried to say hi to you. If he ever did talk to you, it would be him telling you you did something wrong. That is, until the night of her graduation, when he’s forced to give you a ride.

Genre: angst, smut, teeny bit of fluff

Warnings: age gap (Tae is 42, reader is 20), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, choking, Tae is mean, slapping, Tae is a lil crazy, rough sex, sorta kidnapping, orgasm denial, oral (f&m receiving), spanking, hair pulling, hickeys, cute lil ending.

A/N: lmk if I should do a part 2 bc I have some ideas🤫. Not proofread cus i rlly wanted to post it & it’s long (the story & sumthn else). Enjoy!!

You sat across the table from your best friend, Milly’s dad. Milly had been your best friend since you transferred to the school, she was a year younger than you and it was hard for the both of you after your grad last year.

Currently, you were at Milly’s grad, her and her mom were in the bathroom, leaving you alone with her dad, Mr. Kim.

Your best friends dad had never liked you, even though he’s never said it out loud, his body language made it pretty clear.

Whenever you were over he would either hide in his room or stay on the couch the whole time, trying his hardest to ignore your presence. “What do you want?”

His voice made you jump, only then did you realize that while you zoned out, you were staring right at him. “Nothing,” you rested your chin in your hand, looking at the entrance. You desperately tried to manifest Milly and Mrs. Lin in the doorway.

Taehyung and Serine had gotten a divorce a few years ago, she had no bad blood with him, but you weren’t sure that went both ways. They got together the odd time for important events such as graduation.

You couldn’t blame her, she was such a sweet person and he was the complete opposite. Although, you could also tell why she’d put up with him for so long.

The man was gorgeous, and from what you could tell from family photos, he hadn’t aged since he was 26. There were a handful of him when he was with a younger Milly, those were the only ones around his house.

From the first time you met Taehyung, you always knew his looks were the very first thing people noticed, it was what you noticed. “Y/n,” he snapped you out of your thoughts once again. Somehow, anytime you did zone out, your eyes landed back on him. “You keep staring, what do you want?”

His voice was low and stern, as if he’d rather not be in the same country as you. “I already said it was nothing,” you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” he sneered, an intensity in his voice. “All I did was ask you a question, don’t be a brat.”

You straightened yourself, pointing a finger at him. “I ans-“

“We’re back!” Mrs. Lin gave you a sweet smile, taking her seat next to you. You curled your hands in your lap, deciding to keep your mouth shut.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow at you, you swore you saw his lip curl up in a smirk. He knew he won the argument, as he usually did when the two of you argued.

“Are you guys done?” Milly gestured to your empty plates, you both nodded. She’d received her certificate and the school provided a full meal, you were a bit jealous, her meal was better than yours.

“Perfect, then we can head to the after party!” Milly clapped her hands, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up.

You made your way to where both her parents cars were parked, she opened the front passenger door and got in, you tried to open the back but it was locked. “Milly, the doors locked.”

She rolled down the window, Mrs. Lin came up beside you. “Everything alright, dear?” She asked you, placing her hand on the small of your back.

“Yes of course, the doors just locked.” You told her, Milly pressed the unlock button on the door.

“I’m going home, you girls have fun.” Taehyung walked past you to Mrs. Lin’s car, waving you off.

“You’re not coming to the after party?” She stomped around the back of the car, grabbing the sleeve of his leather jacket. If there was one thing you knew about Taehyung, it’s that he knew style.

“If you’re taking the girls then there’s no point of me being there.” He shrugged her off, she let out a frustrated sigh.

“Y/n can go with you,” she looked at you with desperate eyes. You knew she wanted Milly’s dad to be present, but this was the one thing you wouldn’t do. You shook your head. “Come on, it’s a 10 minute drive!”

“Mrs. Lin that’s not a good idea, maybe Milly could go with her dad?” You looked at Milly, she ignored you and rolled the window back up. She knew how much you two hated each other, and you also knew she wouldn’t waste the opportunity to throw you into a situation like this. You looked back up at Mrs. Lin, she looked at you with pleading eyes and you couldn’t say no. “Fine.”

“Thank you!” She came over and gave tou a tight hug, you smiled into her shoulder. She hurried around the front of the car and got in behind the wheel. “Just follow us to the hotel and let us know when you get there.”

You nodded and she pulled away, there they went, your only chance of peace. You looked through the empty parking spot at Taehyung, his eyebrows furrowed and a heavy scowl pointed in your direction. “Fuck,” he shook his head.

You huffed, reluctantly making your way to the car. You pulled open the passenger side door, sliding onto the cool leather seat of his car.

As soon as you closed the door, you were flooded with the scent of his cologne. It was a sweet, woody scent, you could also smell a faint hint of cigarettes. You knew he smoked, but he was pretty good at hiding it.

He slid into the drivers seat, shoving his keys into the dash. You looked away from him, staring straight out the window in front of you. He pushed the car into drive and pulled out of the parking lot, the light turned yellow as soon as he turned onto the road.

Little did you know, this was going to be the theme of the night. Each red light irked him more, and you could tell. His jaw was clenched, knuckles turning white from his grip on the steering wheel. “Roll down your window,” he grumbled.

You did as he said, he rolled down his own and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, taking advantage of the red light to light his cigarette. He lit the end and threw the lighter onto the centre console before pressing the gas once the light was greens.

He hollowed his cheeks as he breathed in the smoke, highlighting his cheekbones in the dim light. Damn, he looked good. He stuck his head out the window and blew out the smoke.

“I think you do want something, because you’ve been staring at me all night.” He took another puff, this time blowing it in your direction.

“I don’t want shit,” you scowled, waving your hands in front of your face. “I didn’t even want you to drive me here, if it weren’t for Serine I’d be with them and you’d be at home drinking until you get a massive hangover.” You pointed an incriminating finger at him, crossing your legs.

He slammed on the breaks once he pulled in the parking lot, he threw his cigarette out the window and rolled them up. He twisted his torso to face you, his strong hand came up to grip your face, turning your head to face him.

His eyes were fiery, boiling into yours. It made your stomach flip, your hands flew to the sides of your seat. “You don’t fucking talk to me like that in my car, you got that?”

His hand squeezed your face harder, making you let out a little whimper. He shook his head, laughing lowly. “Don’t you start acting like you’re scared now, if you can be all bratty with me in the restaurant and have the audacity to bitch at me in my car,” he paused, savouring the terrified expression on your face. “Then you can deal with the pissy attitude you’re gonna get from me.”

You let out a huff, you were about to cross your arms when he pulled your face closer to his, your nose nearly touched his, you could smell the cigarettes on his lips. “What are yo-“

“Shut up,” he slapped the side of your face. Your jaw dropped, you couldn’t believe what he just did. You never thought you would ever be this close to Taehyung, the intensity of the situation almost arousing you. Before you could say anything else, his hand came back on your face. “You fucking like it!”

“I do not!” You yelled back, as best as you could with his hand squishing your cheeks together. Your eyes met his, the pure anger in his eyes still present, but fading.

“I don’t believe you,” he tilted his head to the side, looking deeper into your eyes. “I can tell just by the way you’re looking at me,” he smirked, then a look of realization came over his face.

His thumb came up and rubbed against your bottom lip, your thighs squeezed together, gaining his attention. “That’s why you keep staring at me, isn’t it?” He patronized, his free hand slid up your knee, slipping between the slit of your dress. His warm fingers grasped your upper thigh, digging into the skin. “Every time you zone it’s cus you’re thinking of me, isn’t it? They aren’t very holy, are they?”

“Mr. Kim this is-“

“That’s not what you call me in your dreams is it?” He moved forward, pressing your back against the passenger side door. He was so close to you, his thumb tugged your lip down, eyes scanning your body.

You cowered under his gaze, your hands came up to his wrist, trying to tug his hand away from your face. “It’s not what you think, I was just thinking!” You tugged harder, he gave you a shove and pulled his hand away.

“You want my hand off your face?” He growled, unbuckling his seatbelt, he leaned over the console and wrapped his hand around your neck. You were so caught off guard that you couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out from your lips, he looked at you with a fierce look in his eyes. “You like that, huh? I fucking knew it,” he shook his hand, your torso bouncing forward.

“No!” You countered, his hand came away from your thigh and grabbed your wrists, pinning them over your head onto the window.

“Stop arguing,” he commanded, squeezing your back tighter.

“Gonna be- late,” you managed, trying to take deeper breaths.

“Then admit it,” he sneered, bringing your face impossibly closer to his. “Admit that you have dreams just like this.”

“Tae- let me-��

“It’s so simple, all you have to do it admit it. Admit that you have nasty dreams about me, admit that just the thought of me gets you wet,” he growled.

“Fuck fine!” You broke down, he loosened his grip on your neck. “You make me so wet, I have horrible, sexual dreams about you all the time!” You took a deep breath, trying to look away in embarrassment.

“Now you’re shy?” He teased, sticking out his lip in a mock pout. “Look at me,” his hand came off of your throat and back up to your chin.

Reluctantly, you turned back to him, your cheeks were bright red and your face was contorted in a look of shame.

“From now on, you call me Taehyung, you got that?” He waited for you to nod before continuing. “You’d better listen to me for the rest of the night or else you won’t be getting a ride home. Got that?” You nodded again. “Use your words, bitch.”

“Yes Taehyung,” you forced the words out of your body. No matter how scared of him you were, there was still a bone in your body that told you not to submit to him.

“Good girl,” his voice was deep. His usual, deep honey-like voice was raspy and thick with lust. You let out a small gasp, you couldn’t believe his words.

Taehyung gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, holding you still while he moved closer. His lips met yours softly, he only stayed for a moment before pulling back. “Don’t wanna be late,” he mocked you, opening his door.

You rolled your eyes once he got out, you got out of the car and followed him towards the entrance. He held the door for you, you hummed in acknowledgment and paced to the front desk. “Hi, we’re here for the grad after party,” you gave the man the name of your old school.

“Of course, it’s on the fifth floor.” He gave you a plastic hospital looking bracelet that the valet would check at the door, he gave another one to Taehyung.

He followed you to the elevator, you clicked on the up arrow and stepped back from the door. A group of people filed out, leaving the elevator to the two of you.

Taehyung pressed the 5 button on the elevator and the doors closed, your stomach tensed when he turned back to you. He didn’t say anything, he moved beside you and stood at your side, the cool leather of his jacket brushed against your arm.

On the second floor the doors opened again, a group of people came in, all in suits and chatting about business. They clicked a button and the elevator started moving again, you let out a squeak when you felt his hand brush against your ass.

You looked around, no one heard you. Your eyes panned up to Taehyung, he sported a smirk and only you knew why. His hand slipped from the small of your back to your ass, large hand squeezing the soft flesh.

You reached behind you and grabbed his wrist, giving his wrist a squeeze as a warning. All this did was make him squeeze harder, your muscles clenched.

Suddenly you were saved by the ding of the elevator. Taehyung pulled his hand away and you squeezed past the people in front of you. The hallways had arrows pointing to the room where the party was held.

“Go have fun,” he gestured towards the door. “I’ll be near the door whenever you’re done.” He reached out to grab the door knob, pausing to look back at you. “I shouldn’t have to say this, but you’d better not get too close to anyone, understand?”

“I won’t,” you promised. He still didn’t move, you swallowed hard. “I won’t, Taehyung.”

“There we go,” he gave you a small smile. He opened the door and you showed your bracelets to the bouncer. Once you got past, he leaned down to your ear. “Milly and Sienne don’t hear about this, or I’ll have to do something about it.” With this, he disappeared into the crowd.

You stood still, eyes scanning the crowd for Milly, before you decided to stop and think for a minute. You hadn’t even thought of what happened with Taehyung, the stoic man who’s barely uttered more than a sentence to you at a time, just made you confess to your dreams, kissed you, and threatened to leave you on the side of the road if you didn’t “behave.”

As much as you’d fantasized about him touching you, you never thought he’d patronize you in that way. Who the hell was he to tell you to behave, tell you to be good, he wasn’t your father.

You crossed your arms, there was no way he was gonna do that to you again. No fucking way. Just thinking about it made you feel stupid, all those years of standing up to him and arguing just so that you would cower under a single touch.

You weren’t some weak kid, you were an adult and he wasn’t gonna treat you like that. You turned around to go find him and give him a piece of your mind, when you ran right into Milly.

“Y/n! I saw dad a few minutes ago,” she stopped, raising an eyebrow at you. “You don’t look very happy.”

“Of course I’m not happy, Milly.” You sighed, taking a deep breath. “I just spent 10 minutes in the car with your dad, I don’t mean to be a downer, but he’s really just-“

“Difficult? Yea I know, but seeing the look on both of your faces was so worth it!” She laughed, pointing at your angry expression. “Now come on, you’ll never have to have another car ride with my dad after tonight, promise.” She drew and X over the left side of her chest, giving you a sympathetic smile.

“Fine, but only because it’s for you.” You rolled your eyes, you were so easily persuaded by her. You always remembered that she was the only reason you put up with the man, especially after arguments.

The rest of the party was amazing, they had an amazing playlist and you and Milly danced for hours, with people, with each other, with her mom. The party seemed to go on for hours, and Taehyung was no where to be found.

By the time midnight rolled around, you and Milly were both ready to go home. You to your apartment and her to her mom’s, you followed her to find Mrs. Lin. “Y/n, you’re going with dad, remember?” She yawned, but her comment snapped you back to reality.

Of course she wasn’t gonna let this slide, you said goodbye and wandered through the crowd to find Taehyung, or anyone you knew who could drive you home.

You recognized your French teacher and almost tapped her shoulder before someone yanked yours, you turned around and sure enough, it was Taehyung. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Trying to find you,” you told him, then softer. “Or another ride.” You gasped when he grabbed your arm, squeezing your wrist as a sign of warning.

“Tae, you’re good to take her home, right?” Mrs. Lin came up behind him, he quickly let go of your wrist, turning to face her. “Because if not I can just bring her back home and-“

“I’ll be fine, it’s on the way home anyway.” His voice sounded nonchalant, but you knew there was rage somewhere in there. He was right about that though, your apartment was in walking distance.

“Thanks Tae, call me if anything’s wrong!” She skipped to the door, where Milly waved in your direction.

“Let’s go,” Taehyung stormed out in front of you, not bothering to pull you along. You hurried after him, his stride was much longer than yours, so you had to take two steps more than he did just to keep up.

“Slow down!” You shouted, he paused and turned around, taking a step towards you. He pointed a threatening finger in your direction, getting closer to your face.

“You shout at me one more time and you see what fucking happens, you hear me?” He growled, his voice deep and stern.

“What the fuck, I’m-“

“A fucking brat, that’s what you are.” He grabbed the sides of your face, gripping it roughly. “And someone’s gonna have to teach you how to behave.” He pulled his hand away just to slap your face, grabbing it between his hands again.

“Let go,” you grabbed his wrist. You tried to pull his hand away, but his grip was too strong.

“Why?” His voice was soft, almost condescending. “Just a second ago you wanted me to wait for you, and now you’re trying to get away?”

He pulled his hand away and pressed the down button on the elevator behind him. The hallway was empty, to your liking, you didn’t need anyone seeing this and didn’t want anyone to either.

The elevator ride was silent, he stayed on the opposite the elevator, not bothering to spare you a glance.

You followed him to his car, once again silently sliding into the passenger seat. The car ride home was dead silent, he didn’t even turn on the radio. The only noise there was was the hum of the engine and other cars outside.

When you turned onto your street you went to unbuckle your seatbelt, but he didn’t slow down. “Hey slow down,” your voice broke the silence, but it didn’t phase him.

His foot stayed steady on the gas, driving past your apartment. “What the fuck! Taehyung! Slow down, you missed the apartment!” You cried, you reached down to pull on the door handle but the door was locked, of course it was. “You’re crazy, you’re fucking insane!”

“What did I say about yelling, huh?” He demanded, taking a sharp turn down the road and into the driveway of his house. “I told you to keep your voice down, and you didn’t listen to me.”

He parked the car and shoved the keys into his pocket. “Now, you’re gonna see what happens when you don’t behave.” His hand flew down to his hips, unbuckling his belt and pulling it out of the loops. “You’re gonna come into the house with me,” he explained.

You tried to push him away, but to no avail. His big hand gripped the back of your neck, pressing the right pressure points to make your body stiffen. With the other hand, he shoved part of the belt into your mouth and tied it right around the back of your head. “And you’re gonna be quiet, try not to wake the neighbours.”

Taehyung got out of the car, unlocking your door only when he was close enough to grab you. He dragged you into his house, locking the car and the door before finally turning back to you. “You know, I bet we’d get along just fine if you weren’t such a bitch.”

His words stung, he’d insulted you before, but somehow they hurt more now that you were in such a vulnerable situation. He took the belt out of your mouth, discarding it on the floor. “But that’s what you thrive off of, isn’t it? You live for these arguments, don’t you?”

You shook your head, he moved closer to you, making you backup until you body was pressed between his and the counter. “Of course it is, you told me it is.”

Your hands came up to his chest, hesitating between pushing him away or letting it happen. “Are you gonna go back home?” His question surprised you, you thought you could hear doubt in his voice. “You gonna go home and rub one off, huh? Think about me again or stay and see what happens?”

“I- uh stay,” you murmured, avoiding eye contact with him. He let out a low hum, presumably one of satisfaction, and turned your head back to face him.

“Look at me,” he instructed, hand falling down to the flimsy strap on your shoulder. His other hand held his weight on the counter behind you, his eyes panned your body once again, observing your curves in your skintight dress, your chest heaving up and down, and your thigh that stuck out of the slit of your dress.

His eyes came up to meet yours once more, a coy smile displayed on his lips. “Good girl,” he whispered. The words sent shivers through you, your fingers gripped the smooth leather of his jacket. His eyes poured into yours, the rage barely present and lust taking over.

His lips smashed into yours, locking you in a kiss that was much more intense than the peck you shared earlier that night.

His hands came up and grabbed a fistful of your hair, directing your head however he wanted. His other hand slid both of your straps off your shoulders, the lacy bra you wore becoming more and more exposed.

His hand came down to your chest and squeezed one of your tits, making you moan into the kiss. His thumb swiped over the middle of your breast, feeling your stiff nipple through the thin fabric of your bra.

His hand directed your head to the side, his tongue prodded at your bottom lip, your lips parted for him and let his tongue inside. He tasted like bourbon and cigarettes, he must’ve gotten his hands on a drink at the party.

Your tongues danced together, him quickly gaining dominance. His teeth bit at your bottom lip, dragging it out then letting go when he pulled back. “Come with me,” his arm slid around your waist and lead you to his bedroom.

His hand came to your back and gave you a harsh shove, sending you flying to the bed. Your body was squished against the bottom of the bed, bent over on the mattress.

You tried righting yourself when a hand came down on your back shoving you down against the mattress. “Feeling brave now, Y/n?” His fingers dig into your back, you were sure they would leave bruises.

You mumbled in response, your head was turned to the side on the mattress. “I thought I told you to use your words.” He tsked, pressing you harder into the mattress. “Answer my question, are you still feeling brave?”

“No,” you squeaked, struggling against his hand. The attitude you previously had fading, you weren’t scared of him, but you knew he could over power you in a second.

“That’s right,” he grabbed one of your legs and lifted it, sliding your body onto the bed with ease. “Because I have you all to myself now, I can do whatever I want.” He leaned down and moved your hair away from your neck, his lips pressing against the sensitive skin.

His tongue came out of his mouth and wet your skin, he sucked small marks into the side and back of your neck. Deep red blotches appearing each time he moved away, you let out a whine.

His hand slid down your back, taking a handful of the soft flesh of your ass. He moved your dress up, the fabric pooling at your waist. He let out a groan when he reached down between your legs, you bit your lip and grabbed onto the arm that steadied himself on the bed.

“Fuck, look at you.” His fingers reached past your panties and rubbed through your folds. His finger stopped at your clit, giving your swollen nun a few rubs.

“Fuck Tae, please!” You cried, trying to grind onto his fingers.

“Now you want it, huh?” He sneered, he sounded like a hungry animal watching his prey. “Hate to break it to you, but you’ve gotta earn it.”

He took his hand away from your core, you whined out in loss. He grabbed your shoulders and pulled you up to your knees, you arched your back, waiting to see what he would do next.

He sat on the bed in front of you, putting his legs on either side of your body. “You’re gonna suck it, baby.” He patted his lap, an obvious bulge forming in his jeans. “Okay?”

You nodded, he smiled and reached up to move your hair out of your face. Your hands hesitantly reached for his jeans, toying with the button and zipper.

You felt dirty, what you were doing was dirty. Your fantasy was finally coming true and yet you were hesitant, you reached into his pants, pressing your palm against his dick.

Taehyung let out a groan, he didn’t realize how touch starved he’d been. He barely got out and hardly ever bothered to touch himself, he’d always suspected you were sweet on him, but now he knew he was right.

“Take it out,” he instructed, rolling his hips up into your palm. “Don’t be shy now, you’ve finally got what you want.” His fingers brushed underneath your chin, biting his lips.

Your hand dipped into his boxers and wrapped around his length, you carefully pulled it out, your mouth watered at the sight.

You’d always assumed it was big but you never expected this, his cock was long, from what you could tell it was 7, maybe 8 inches. The thing that surprised you the most was how thick it was, you could barely wrap your whole hand around it.

“Looks so good,” you licked your lips, your teeth coming out to bite your bottom lip.

“Have a taste,” he wrapped his hand in your hair, pushing your head down a bit. You dropped to your elbows so you were face level with his cock, you looked at him with a look of want.

You licked a stripe up the bottom of his length, feeling the ridges of his veins against your tongue. He let out a delicious moan, encouraging you to do it again.

Your tongue licked through the slit on his tip, gathering the pre cum rolling out of it. You wrapped your mouth around his head, letting out a groan at his taste. “I think you can do better than that, huh?”

His hand gave your head a small nudge, pushing you down further on his length. You let him push you, controlling your movements. “Fuck yes, use that fucking tongue.”

He pushed you down until you gagged on his cock, barely making it halfway down. You moaned around his length, hollowing your cheeks around him. He moved you up and down faster, wet, gagging sounds coming from your mouth as you moved.

The phone rang, making you jump, but Taehyung still had his hand on the back of your head, easing you back down. He reached over and grabbed his house phone, “It’s Milly, so you’re gonna have to be quiet for me.”

He gave you a stern look, answering the phone. “Yea?” He answered the phone dully, rolling his hips up into your mouth, testing your gag reflex.

“Hey dad, is Y/n at your place?” Her question made him tense, you froze, but his hand kept moving.

“I dropped her off at her apartment, why?” His voice was stern, you assumed he’d know how to handle it, you could tell by the tone of his voice.

“She won’t answer my calls, and when I checked her location it said that she was still at your place.” Milly whined, Taehyung rolled his eyes.

“She might have left her phone in my car,” he explained. “Even so, it’s like 1 in the morning she’s probably asleep.”

He looked down at you, biting his lip as he made you move faster, making it harder for you to stay quiet. “I’ll just go check on her tomorrow, night dad.”

“K, goodnight.” He didn’t wait for a response and hung up the phone, throwing it back onto the receiver. “Good girl, staying quiet for me.”

You hum in response, feeling his cock twitch on your tongue. He pulled your head off of his cock, the flushed head of his cock hitting the fabric of his shirt.

“Strip,” he told you. You didn’t waste time, you stood up off of his bed and reached for the zipper on the back of your dress.

“Can you help me?” You turned back to him, biting your lip. You widened your eyes, he nodded and you moved back to him.

His warm fingers came up to the zipper, they brushed against your back, making you shiver. He pulled the zipper down, taking his time. He gave your ass a small tap to let you know he was done, you shimmied the straps down your arms, pulling the dress off of your chest until it looked at your feet.

“Turn around,” he instructed. You did as he said, holding your hands together in front of you, heat rising to your cheeks. “You look so good,” he muttered, licking his lips. “Come here.”

Taehyung held out his arms, guiding your body to lay across his lap. His fingers hooked into the sides of your panties, pulling them off in one go. “So wet, and all for me.”

His fingers spread you open, letting him get a better look. “As much as I’d love to just dive in, I didn’t forget how bratty you were earlier.”

His hand came up to caress your ass, lifting his hand off for a moment and coming down with a loud smack. You let out a yelp, tensing as he rubbed the wounded flesh. “That hurt!” You grumbled, looking up at Taehyung. His lip stuck out in a mock pout.

“Really? That’s the point, baby.” He layed another harsh smack on your ass, leaving a handprint from the force.

You whimpered, holding onto his strong thigh beneath you. He was relentless, going from side to side making it feel like he hit harder each time. By the time he was done, your flesh was bright red and sensitive. “Had enough, Y/n?”

“Yes,” you mumbled, voice shaking while you tried your hardest to hold back tears.

“Learn your lesson?” He asked, rubbing your ass to soothe the burn he’d caused. “Won’t disobey me again, right?”

“No, I’ll be good.” You promised, sniffling.

“There you go, pretty.” He pulled you up onto his lap, you threw a leg over his and straddled his lap, folds sliding on his angry cock. “You’re okay,” he chided, brushing tears away from your cheeks with his thumb. “So pretty when you cry for me.”

He brought your face closer to his, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. He was softer than before, but it didn’t last long before he flipped you onto your back. “Stay,” he commanded.

He slid off the bed, dropping his jeans and boxers, he shrugged off the jacket, revealing his toned arms. You’d seen him without a shirt previously, and for his age, he was built well. His torso was toned, his skin was smooth and everything in his body seemed to be fully functional, you were about to find out just how functional one part was.

He pulled his shirt over his head, muscles flexing as he threw it to the side. His shoulders were broad and tanned, you licked your lips as he crawled back on top of you. “Why don’t we lose this, yeah?”

He tugged on the middle part of your bra, you nodded and let him reach behind you, undoing the clasp and pulling it away. He shoved his face between your breasts, sucking spots into the soft flesh. “Oh fuck!”

You moaned when his teeth grazed your nipple, wrapping mouth around it and tongue toying with the sensitive bud. He took his time moving to your neglected breast, giving it the same treatment as the other one.

He made his way down your abdomen, making eye contact with you as he reached your pelvis. His hands roughly groped your thighs, forcing them apart.

“Didn’t get to taste you earlier,” his thumb toyed with your clit, making your hips stutter. He licked a stripe up your core, gathering your slick on his tongue. “You’re so sweet,” he told you, dipping his tongue into your folds.

You let out moan after moan, feeling him dip his tongue into your hole, which immediately made you clench around him. “You like that, huh? Fucking dirty girl,” he shook his head, tongue flat against your clit.

“Taehyung- fuck!” Your hand flew down to his hair, gripping his firm black locks. He kept going, suckling your pussy like a madman. You felt one digit enter you, his fingers felt so much better than yours. They were long and slender, reaching places inside of you that you could only dream of.

“Pull me closer, fuck,” he groaned, affected by the grip you had on him. You tangled your hand tighter in his hair, gripping him against you tightly.

Your hips quivered, shaking under his touch. “Fuck, fuck so close,” you whimpered, your breath becoming shallow when he added another finger. You clamped your fingers tighter around his hair as your orgasm approached, when he suddenly pulled away.

Your grip weak, he was able to slip out of your grasp. “So soon? I barely touched you,” he tsked, shaking his head. “Think I’m gonna let you cum on my fingers, huh? Oh I don’t think so,” he chuckled, he could tell you were pissed.

He waited for you to say something, but you kept your mouth shut, you knew he’d wait longer to give you what you wanted if you argued with him. “Good girl, I guess you’ve learnt your lesson.”

He knelt over you, dropping down to his forearms to press his lips to yours. You welcomed him in immediately, shoving your tongue past his lips. You took a deep breath through your nose, basking in his scent.

You could feel his cock rub against your leg, pre cum dripping from his tip and rubbing onto your smooth thigh. His lips sucked on yours, tongues diving into the others with an unmentioned passion.

Taehyung pulled back, his lips were pink and swollen, you were sure yours looked the same. “You want this, baby?” He reached down, fisting his cock and tapping it against your leg gently.

“Yes, yes please.” You begged, but he didn’t move. “Taehyung please,” you reached up and grabbed him by the hair, pulling his upper body onto yours.

“What do you call me in your dreams?” He demanded, planting a wet kiss on your jaw. “I can’t believe you call your best friend’s dad by first name, do you baby?”

“Please, I need your cock,” you paused, he looked up at you. “Dadd-“ you murmured.

“What’s that baby? I couldn’t hear you,” he teased, ready to line himself up with you as soon as you said it.

“Daddy,” you caved, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

“No need to be embarrassed,” he ran a finger down the side of your cheek, making you look up at him. “If that’s what you think about then that’s what I wanna hear.”

You felt the tip of his cock prod at your entrance, he took his time to push in, stopping once his tip was in. “You ready, babe?” He purred, propping himself up with his hands beside your head.

“Yes, daddy, please!” You whined, trying to grind down on him.

“You’ll get what you want,” he promised, thrusting his hips all the way in. You moaned at the stretch, it felt like he was ripping you open. “Pussy’s so tight, doesn’t get enough attention, huh?”

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hips started moving faster once you adjusted to his size, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

“Fuck fuck fuck! Right there, fuck yes!” You moaned, your high creeping up on you again.

“You gonna cum again, baby? Gonna cream on this cock?” One of his hands came off of the mattress, wrapping around your throat and restricting your airways just enough so you became light headed. You grabbed his wrist, letting out a loud whine.

His pace was relentless as he pounded into you, the hand on your neck keeping you from sliding up the mattress. His hand tightened and loosened every so often, letting you catch your breath then immediately taking it away.

His hair stuck to his forehead, his mouth hung open slightly, letting groans escape his lips every so often. His muscles flexed each time he changed his grip around you’re neck, his v line becoming more and more prominent with each thrust.

You felt like you were on fire, your bodies were soaked, your thighs felt sticky with your slick and your core ached, needing release. “Please let me cum, daddy. Please, I need to!” You begged, tears brimming your eyes.

“Gonna cry for me? You need to beg for it, cry for it.” His thrusts slowed down to an agonizing pace, you knew it must be driving him crazy, but the lengths he was willing to take torment you were far wider than you would like.

“Daddy please, please I need you to make me cum! Need to cum on your cock, please, daddy.” You begged, wrapping your legs around his waist. He snapped his hips deep inside you, causing the tears to fall. “P-please I need you, need to cum on you, want you to cum in me, so bad. Need you to fill me up, please daddy, please.”

You sobbed, trying to pull him closer. “On your knees,” he pulled out, landing a slap on your thigh.

Complacent, you rolled onto your stomach, propping yourself up on your knees. “Making your cunt drip, so wet for me.” He pushed back into your pussy, plowing you into the mattress with the force of his hips. “Ah fuck, pulling me in so well.”

His hands flew up to your waist, squeezing it roughly to keep you close to him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, letting out loud whines the closer you got. “Please, please let me cum! Please daddy I need to,” you sobbed, your release was so close, you weren’t gonna last.

You felt his hand comb through your hair, which was sweaty and going in every direction. The breath was knocked out of you when he wrapped his hand in your hair, pulling you up so your back was pressed to his chest.

“You wanna cum, huh?” His hips snapped at an incredulous pace, the hand holding your hair came to wrap around your neck, making it easier for him to control you. His other hand slid down the front of your body and rested on your clit, not moving.

You bucked your hips in anticipation, feeling the need for more friction. You nodded desperately, reaching around him to hold yourself up with his waist. “Please daddy, please!”

“Sure baby, I’ll let you cum.” His fingers started moving slower than his hips were, the muscles in your stomach tensed. “But where am I gonna cum?”

His fingers sped up, one of your hands flew up to his wrist, digging your nails into his skin. “Here,” you muttered, tapping his hand that was rubbing your clit.

“Yea? You want my cum inside you?” He sped up his fingers, making your legs twitch. He took his hand off your neck, pushing you back down on the mattress. “Gonna fill you up, little girl.”

You whined at his words, your legs barely held you up on the mattress. Taehyung noticed, and he wouldn’t miss a chance to manhandle you. He pulled out for a fraction of a second, flipping you onto your back and thrusting back inside with ease.

“Look so good filled with cock, little brats not so bad anymore, are you?” He reached up and grabbed one of your tits, his thumb toyed with your nipple. His other hand came up and massaged both of your tits, pressing them together and manipulating them however he wanted.

“No m’ good,” you whined, your eyes meeting his. Your eyes were blurry and wet, you were sure that your eyeliner was running, your face was wet from your tears. Your eyes were begging his, begging for release, for his release.

“That’s right,” he groaned, taking his hands away from your tits and admiring the handprints he left. He set his hands on the mattress on either side of you, he panted heavily, hips stuttering every so often. “Good for me.”

“Tae- Tae I’m gonna- fuck!” You reached up and grabbed his shoulders, digging your nails into his shoulders, making him hiss. His fingers came down to your clit, rubbing fast circles. “Gonna cum!”

“S’right baby, cream on my cock.” He panted, your legs convulsed on his shoulders, hips shaking with each thrust. You let out a loud moan, finally reaching your climax.

You came and you came hard, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You could feel your orgasm running down your thigh, the sound of him thrusting into your getting sloppier and more wet. “So fucking wet, I make you feel good huh?”

Taehyung took his hand away from your clit, when your eyes focused again, you were met with the sight of your dreams. His hips snapped into yours, he let out moans that your were sure to remember and that you’d never want to forget.

He bit his lip, you could feel his cock twitching inside you. “M’ sensitive,” you whined, thighs trying to clench around him.

“I know baby, I know.” He moaned, dropping to his elbows. His face dropped between your soft breasts, lips leaving soft kisses. “Wanna cum in you, wanna fill you up so bad,” he muttered, you felt his voice vibrate against your chest.

“Yes, yes daddy I need it!” You wrapped your legs around his waist, your fingers wrapped around his hair, giving it gentle tugs every so often.

“Fuck!” He moaned, hips coming to a stop, stuttering when he was deep in you. His heavy cock twitched against your walls, finally releasing into you.

“Oh that feels good,” you moaned, softening your grip on his hair. Your hands raked through his raven-coloured locks, scratching his scalp gently. You felt his seed shoot into you, making your insides warm.

“Yea,” he mumbled, taking a minute to calm down. He let out a sigh, scooting you up on the bed so his feet weren’t hanging off the edge.

There were so many emotions flowing through you right now, you were confused and curious. An hour ago you were arguing with man, now he’s inside you and laying on top of you. “We’ve gotta get you home,” he groaned, propping himself up.

“Home?” You shot up, smacking your head on his chest. He chuckled, leaning down to peck your forehead.

“Yea, Milly’s gonna be at your place as soon as the sun comes up.” He yawned, stretching his arms. “At least that’s what I expected from her.”

“Oh, yea you’re right.” You nodded, pushing your hair out of your face.

“Aw did you wanna stay the night?” He teased, raising an eyebrow and giving you a cocky smile. “Had that much fun, huh?”

You nodded, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. “Do I have to?” You stuck your lip out in a pout, despite all of your past arguments, you wanted him to want you just as much as you wanted him.

“Tell you what, I’ll help you get cleaned up, give you some comfy clothes, then I’ll come back to your place with you. How does that sound?” He asked, tilting his head to the side, giving you a soft smile.

“Good, let’s do that.” You agreed, he nodded, standing up. He gently pulled out of you, watching as both of your releases flooded out of you.

“That’s hot,” he raised an eyebrow and bit his lip. He slid his hands under you, lifting you into his strong arms.

He brought you into the bathroom, setting you down and turning on the water. Once it was warm enough, he opened the curtain and let you in, stepping in behind you.

He was gentle, shampooing both of your hair and helping you rinse it off. His hands were gentle along your body, carefully washing the slick off of your body. He admired the bruises he left on your neck, both from his hands and his mouth. “Might have to leave more,” he mumbled.

He rinsed off your bodies and shut off the water, he quickly dried himself and handed you a clean towel, leaving the room while you dried off. He came back in boxers and holding a pile of clothes, “Here.” He handed you a pair of sweats and a large t shirt.

“Thanks,” you bowed your head slightly, he bowed right back. He threw on a pair of shorts and a hoodie, the fabric going over his head and slicking his hair down.

You looked in the mirror, wiping the makeup off of your face with a Kleenex, or what could come off without makeup remover anyway. “Is your phone in my car?” Taehyung asked, picking up your clothes off the floor and handing them to you.

“No, I dropped it in my shoes at the front door.” You stretched, your joints were stiff and your legs were sore because of him. You bent down to touch your toes, letting out a groan. “Tae!” You squealed, jumping when he layed a smack on your ass.

“Your fault for bending over,” he smirked. You slid your feet into your wedges, they didn’t work with the outfit but no one would see you at this time of night.

He followed you back to your apartment, hand steady around your waist. You made your way up the stairs, being as quiet at you could while you unlocked the door.

“Nice place,” Taehyung looked around, letting out a small hum in recognition.

“It’s small, but it works,” you shrugged. You both kicked off your shoes and he followed you to your bedroom. “You’re really gonna stay, all night?” You asked, closing your door.

Taehyung moved closer to you, pressing his body against your until you were sandwiched between him and the door. “As long as you want,” he promised. His hand came up and rubbed the side of your neck, you let yourself lean into his touch.

He bent down and let your lips meet, his lips moved passionately against yours, you wrapped your arms around his neck, you were sure you’d remember this.

His hand toyed with the hem of the shirt he lent you, his fingers slipping into the band of his sweatpants. “You should take these off.” He pulled away for a second, quickly coming back to your lips.

“You want them back?” You asked, letting him pull them off of your hips.

“No,” he pulled back, tugging his sweater over his head. His toned, bare chest on display once more, you didn’t hesitate to reach out and touch him, feeling your way along his carved chest. “I just think sleeping would be more comfortable without all this in the way.”

He gestured to the small bits of fabric that were left on the two of you, “Nude?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

“Nude,” he agreed. You stripped out of his clothes, leading him over to your bed. You were tangled in the sheets, both of you trying to find a comfortable position.

You found yourself facing his chest, arms wrapped around him. His arms were wrapped all the way around your waist, holding you tightly so both of your bodies were pressed together. You sighed into his chest, breathing in his scent and basking in the warmth he provided.

“Just so you know,” he whispered, combing his fingers through your damp hair. “Mornings with me can be, pretty hard.”

“I’m sure I’ll be able to handle it,” you gave his chest a gentle peck, wrapping your legs around his.

“Good girl.”

[thatsdemko]

want one? -c.pulisic

pairing: Christian pulisic x fem!reader

warnings: fluff + baby fever + minor errors

a/n: since my last Christian work got shadowbanned I hope this one doesn’t 🤞🏻inspired by this video

Avery crawls across the floor, Christian sits on the other end patting the carpet cheering words of encouragement for the seven month old.

“come on, Avery! come see uncle Chris.” his mouth hasn’t left a smile since you arrived to Florida a couple hours ago. the second you got to his sisters house your boyfriend has not left his nieces side. needless to say, he’s obsessed with her, and how could one not be? her rolls, eyes, and smile were just all too precious it was easy to get wrapped around her finger.

“good girl!” Christian cheers watching her plop into his lap, he holds one of her toys in his hands, and her little fingers are reaching up trying to bring it to her mouth.

“I can’t believe how big she’s gotten.” you turn to devyn, the most gorgeous mother and Christian’s sister. she nods in agreement watching her big brother play peek a boo with her daughter. the giggles of them both echo around the house.

“they grow up so fast, before you know it she’s kicking a soccer ball around.” devyn chuckles watching Christian’s ears perk up, he picks his head up from the infant, a big happy smile.

“she’s going to play soccer?” he breathed out, almost ready to choke up. he was sure Avery would get into horses considering it was his sisters thing, but never once did he doubt she’d introduce her to the first love of his life— the game of footy.

“you act surprised! she’s got some pulisic genes in her, I’m sure she’ll be just as good as her uncle.” Devyn watches him pick up Avery pressing soft kisses against her skin and he mumbles some words you both can’t make out.

“maybe even better.” you chuckle saying it to just her. you can’t help but feel a certain way watching Christian interact with Avery. he’s always spoiled the little one from across the seas, but being in person with him and her is different. he’s so in love and wrapped around her finger you can’t help but imagine how he would be with one of his own.

“thinking about one?” she whispers, shoulder bumping into yours snapping you from your thoughts. you almost can’t help, but blush a little nodding. you’ve been with christian for a long enough time that children and marriage came up a lot, but the timing was never right. now seeing him with kids, maybe the best time was now.

“can’t help but think about it.” you sigh sinking further into the couch cushions allowing your ovaries to go into overdrive watching him lay on his stomach, feet kicking in the air watching the little girl play with her interactive toy.

“I know he wants one with you, it’s all he ever talks about to me now.” she gets up from the couch as Avery began to fuss a little. she goes off taking her daughter into another room leaving you both in the living room. in some way, you think the little girl knows there’s an important conversation needing to be held.

“she’s so freaking cute, y/n.” he moves to sit next to you, hand resting on your thigh, “I want one.” he whispers carefully watching your response. he knows what you’re about to say, he knows it’s not the right time, and he’s willing to wait. you’re the only one he wants to carry his children.

“I know, me too.” you whisper resting your head against his shoulder, “when can we start?” your words catch him by surprise. you hear his breath hitch a little watching him shift against you.

“y/n, be serious with me.” he says, you sit up off of him giving him a look that he knows you’re being for real. he laughs nervously half unexpectedly because he wasn’t expecting that response, “now? you want to start now?”

“whenever you’re ready, pulisic we can start.”

[wordsofvelvet]

JALR Deleted Scene: A Little Red Holidays Part II (am going a different route)

Red whined nervously when Chloe set her down to finally hug her parents, but Chloe just offered her a sweet little kiss on her nose and a reassuring smile. 

The little suckled harder at her paci and fidgeted in place as she saw the King and Queen each take a turn to hug their daughter and offer small greetings. She didn’t really understand why they had to be taking her Bluey’s attention away from her, especially in a place that the toddler wasn’t familiar with, but she was too shy to try and interject herself or try and steal her caregiver back, so she just stood back and watched until Chloe turned back to coax her over. 

“Come here Little One,” Red bolted forward, not needing to be told a second time. She clung to her caregiver’s shirt as she hid behind her and Chloe turned to stroke her hair comfortingly.

“Red, you remember my parents don’t you? Can you say hi to them?” Red glanced up at the regal looking adults and pressed herself farther into the younger bluenette’s back when she saw both their gazes on her.

She gave a small shy wave obediently and then buried her face into Chloe’s shirt before they could respond.

Chloe twisted herself around so that she could lift her Little back up onto her hip and pressed a kiss against her cheek. 

“It’s okay <i>Mon Petit</i>, no one in this house is going to make you do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Just know that whenever you’re ready they’ll be more than happy to get to know the Little you.” 

The toddler relaxed a little in her arms but still kept her face hidden away in the crook of her caregiver’s neck as the taller girl rubbed her back.

Chloe looked back at her parent’s with a slightly apologetic look, but the King and Queen just gave her a pair of understanding smiles.

“Alright then, why don’t we make our way into the living room, and I’ll have Giles bring us some tea while you tell us all about what’s been going on at school?” Ella suggested. While there was a part of her that was slightly sad the Little didn’t want to interact with them, she knew it wasn’t something that could be rushed, and she shouldn’t take it personally. 

She just hoped that as the night went on, the toddler might grow comfortable with them.

//////////////

It happened gradually. The King and Queen were sitting together on the longer couch while Red was sitting in her caregiver’s lap cuddled into her.

 As Chloe regaled her parents with the tales of all the going ons at Auradon Prep, Red started to relax enough to turn her head so she could look around at their surroundings. 

Her eyes caught the colorful stockings hanging above the fireplace, each marked with black lettering, then they traveled over to the tv that sat on the other end of the room. The screen showed a serine snowy landscape, but it didn’t play any sound which had the Little a bit confused.

That seemed like the most boring show ever! 

Next her eyes trailed along the walls that were decorated with glittery snowflakes and garland which was something her Bluey had told her about the first time she’d seen it in school.

The Little liked the red one, but didn’t understand why there needed to be green too. Red was obviously the better color.

Finally her eyes caught sight of the tree in the corner of the room. It was tall and full and covered in soft twinkling lights and so many shiny sparkly things of all sorts of shapes and sizes!

And if that wasn’t mesmerizing enough, there were colorful boxes all around beneath it. Red smiled excitedly as she decided they were blocks like the ones she had in her toy chest at home. Only bigger! 

She paid no mind to the conversation that was still happening around her as she clumsily began to wiggle her way out of her Bluey’s lap, and the princess was quick to steady her and guide her onto her feet. 

Chloe’s parents smiled at the adorableness of her actions as Chloe paused her story to address the squirmy toddler.

“Make sure you stay in this room baby girl. I don’t want you going somewhere Bluey can’t see you.” She told her semi sternly and the Little nodded obediently before toddling off toward the tree. 

Three sets of eyes followed her as she plopped down onto her bottom beside the big vibrant boxes and Chloe stood up as soon as she saw her reaching to grab at the closest one.

“Red-” She started to redirect her but her mom interjected.

“It’s fine Chloe, those are just the decorative ones, you know we can’t set the real ones out till Christmas morning when your brother’s expected to be here.”

Red didn’t hear them as she pulled the empty box toward her and reached for another to crookedly stack on top, but she pouted when the large bow on top of the bottom one kept the second one from lying flat causing it to fall off. That wasn’t supposed to happen! Her blocks at home usually stayed on top of one another! 

Maybe she just needed to try again? 

The toddler attempted it a number of times, with each attempt failing in the same exact manner and the three observers could see the girl was starting to get frustrated.

“I’m gonna go help her.” Christopher Charming said as he started to stand but Chloe held up a hand to stop him.

“No dad, we have to let her figure it out on her own. It’s important for Little’s to develop problem solving skills while in headspace.” King Charming looked like he wanted to argue, but sat back down anyway as they continued to watch Red struggle.

After a few more falls, the Little frowned behind her paci as she studied the “blocks” in front of her.  Slowly she reached out to grab the one she’d been trying to put on top and set that one in front of her to instead try stacking the other box on top. 

Considering the bows were identical, she was again met with the same results.

Red stared the boxes down before picking the second one up again. The three charmings shared excited grins when she started turning it around so that the bow was on it’s side instead of the top…

They’re faces dropped when instead of setting it back down to stack like they were anticipating, the Little then spit out her paci in favor of bringing the corner of the box up to her mouth.

Chloe dropped her face into her hands shaking her head while Ella hid a giggle behind her hand, but Charming didn’t bother hiding his laughter.

Red turned to look at them with the box still pressed into her face as she slobbered on it.

“Sweetheart, let’s not try and eat the presents, whether they’re real or not.” Chloe told her as she got up and gently took the box away before lifting the girl back up. Red whined and reached over her shoulder as she carried her back to the sitting area where Chloe remained standing and started bouncing her softly.

“Awe, the poor thing, Chloe’s being a real meanie, isn't she?” Charming cooed at the toddler who furrowed her brows.

“Dad-” Chloe started to playfully chide, but was surprised when Red piped up.

“Bluey no meanie!” The Little declared with a pout instantly forgetting her previous objections

[thatfanficstuff]

Not About You - 32

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x OFC

Warnings: nothing beyond canon

When Lucy woke the next morning, she found herself alone much to her annoyance. A touch of the sheets beside her told her that Damon had been gone for a while. She frowned and grabbed her phone off the nightstand beside her. Where are you? she sent.

Out.

She rolled her eyes. Oh, thanks for that, Mr. Vampire. Very helpful. She readied herself for the day before heading downstairs to find a fresh pot of coffee waiting for her along with a note from Damon telling her that he’d bring food home with him. Okay, she’d forgive the disappearing act if he was going to caffeinate and feed her.

She made her coffee and was heading toward the living room when the front door opened. Lucy glanced over expecting to see her boyfriend only to be greeted with the sight of one of her least favorite teenagers. “Elena,” she said by way of greeting. She sipped her coffee before giving an insincere smile. “What the fuck are you doing in my house?”

The girl scowled. “The door was unlocked.”

“Okay, but this is still private property. You can’t just walk in whenever you damn well please.” Lucy was going to have to talk to Damon about locking the door. He wouldn’t be happy. “Do you just wander around town walking in people’s houses? What’s wrong with you?”

Elena rolled her eyes and sighed. “I need to see Rose. It’s important.”

Lucy didn’t like being ignored. “Are you even going to respond to what I said?”

The girl just stared at her.

Lucy clenched her teeth and worked the muscle in her jaw. Damn this girl. “Quit coming in the house without permission, Elena. I won’t give you another warning. As for Rose, she’s around somewhere. I’m sure if you look hard enough you can find her.”

It was nearly an hour later before Damon returned home, Stefan walking beside him as the two of them bickered about something. Damon handed Lucy a bag from the Grill and kissed her head without pausing his conversation. She took a bite out of her sandwich while her gaze moved between the brothers.

Finally, Lucy held up a hand. “Hold on. Are you two arguing about Katherine?”

“Yes,” they said in unison.

She scrunched her nose. “Why?”

Damon dropped onto the sofa beside her and laid his arm along the back of the couch. “We went to see her this morning. Stef thinks its cruel to keep her in the tomb. I say it’s what she deserves.”

Stefan sighed as Caroline walked into the room and wrapped her arms around his waist. He held her against him and steered her to one of the chairs where he sat and pulled her into his lap. “It’s not that simple, Damon.” He turned his attention to Lucy. “He’s correct in saying that I think its cruel to keep her in the tomb to desiccate surrounded by burnt vampires.”

When he didn’t immediately continue, Lucy frowned. “Surely you don’t want to release her?”

“Thank you,” Damon said with a gesture toward his brother to say ‘see’.

Stefan shook his head but before he could clarify, Caroline spoke up. “Wouldn’t she be more cooperative later if we did her a favor now?”

Lucy’s eyes widened in surprise. “I didn’t expect that from you of all people. She killed you, Care. I don’t particularly want to give her the chance to do it again.”

Caroline sighed. “I know but angry Katherine scares me.”

“I don’t want to let her out,” Stefan declared loudly. “I just think maybe there is somewhere else we could keep her. Somewhere a little less morbid.”

Lucy nodded her head. “Okay, Stef. I hear you, but consider this. She knew all those vampires were trapped in that tomb and left them to rot sooooo maybe we leave her to do the same.”

He shook his head. “Sometimes I worry about you, Lucy. You’re a little vindictive.”

“It has nothing to do with me. It’s called Karma and she’s a bitch.”

“So’s Katherine,” Caroline said with a little laugh before covering her mouth.

After a moment of shock that the blonde would say such a thing, Lucy laughed as well. Damon smirked and pulled his girl into his side before kissing her head again. He loved to see her happy.

Stefan looked between their girlfriends before shaking his head. “You two spend entirely too much time together.”

Several hours later found Lucy laying with her head in Damon’s lap while he played with her hair as they watched a movie. He groaned in annoyance when his phone rang. Lucy turned to look up at him, wondering who it was. “Now’s not a good time, Rose. I’m busy.”

Lucy scowled and her brow furrowed. The kidnapper had Damon’s number. Wasn’t that lovely?

“You have got to be kidding me,” he said and grabbed one of her hands to pull her up into a sitting position. “Yeah, we’ll be there soon.”

He tossed his phone beside him and raked his hands through his hair. “Stupid, idiotic, pain in the ass doppelgangers. Sometimes, just sometimes, I wish Elena was a little more like Katherine when it came to her self-preservation instincts.”

Lucy sighed and slipped on the shoes she’d kicked off when she laid down. “What did she do now?”

“She’s being monumentally fucking stupid.” He slipped on his jacket. “Bring your gun.”

Lucy huffed a laugh as she grabbed one of her guns from the drawer of the entry hall table. She left the ammo as she had extra in both of their cars. “I kind of meant what specific thing did she do this time.”

He held out a hand and interwove their fingers as she took it. “Elena conned Rose into taking her to Richmond to see Slater. He was dead when they got there but his little girlfriend showed Elena how to contact Klaus,” he explained as he opened her door.

Lucy buckled in then pulled out her phone to text Elijah. “So mark the teenager down as suicidal. Got it. We should probably get her some therapy. The only saving grace we have is it’s not that easy to get hold of Klaus. Even Elijah had trouble tracking him down for a while.”

Damon smirked slightly but kept his attention on the road. As he should considering how fast he was going. Lucy briefly considered reminding him that she was human but opted against it when Elijah’s response distracted her.

“Elijah killed Slater to prevent exactly this sort of thing. Says he overlooked the girlfriend. He’ll meet us there but it will take him a while.”

Damon nodded in response and increased their speed. The rest of the drive was quiet and much shorter than it should have been. They parked in front of a non-descript apartment building. Damon kept Lucy behind him and led the way to the apartment number he’d been given by Rose.

The door was cracked open when they arrived and they entered without knocking, breathing a sigh of relief when Rose and Elena came out to greet them.

Elena frowned and her gaze darted between her two would-be rescuers. “What are you doing here?”

“Saving your worthless ass. Again,” Damon snapped.

Lucy tried to hide her smirk. She really did. Rose was mirroring Elena’s expression but it was solely directed at Lucy. She obviously hadn’t been expecting the human to come along for the ride.

“You’re going to ruin everything,” Elena nearly whined.

“Don’t care. Let’s go.”

Angry Damon was kind of hot, Lucy thought. As long as it wasn’t directed at her anyway.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Elena stepped back as if to put Rose between them. Like that would do any good. The vampire owed her nothing. Barely even knew her. Why in the hell would she protect Elena from anything?

Lucy leaned against the wall with a sigh and crossed her arms over her chest. She didn’t understand why they were even having this discussion. He was a vampire. All he had to do was pick her up and throw her over his damn shoulder. Of course, Rose could have done the same damn thing instead of calling him in the first place.

Damon’s gaze flicked over to Lucy then back to Elena. “You don’t have a choice.”

He closed the space between them so he was glowering down at her. “Listen to me. I am not going to let you get yourself, or Lucy, killed because you’re too damn stubborn to do what you’re told. I’m trying to be nice about this, Elena, but I don’t have to be.”

“Lucy’s not my problem, Damon. You’re the one that brought her here. And I’m tired of being told what to do. This is my decision.”

“Just for once, could you maybe concede to the fact that the vampires that are a century older than you might possibly know more about the situation than you?” Lucy asked, annoyance getting the better of her patience.

Damon flashed her a little smirk before turning back to Elena. “This is over. It’s done. We’re leaving.”

The door burst open just as he finished speaking. Lucy straightened and pulled her weapon as three vampires strode into the apartment. She briefly considered if she should have loaded the wooden bullets over the vervain darts even as she rolled her eyes at the dramatic entrance. They’d been invited. They could have just knocked. Damon darted over to stand between her and the new threat, dragging Elena with him.

“We’re here for the doppelganger,” one of the men announced.

“Thank you for coming,” Elena said and started to move forward until Damon stopped her.

“I will break your arm,” he hissed, obviously fed up with her shit. Elijah had said he needed her alive. He said nothing about whole.

“Sorry, no doppelgangers here,” Lucy said. “Fresh out. We restock on Tuesdays.”

Damon snorted a laugh before he could stop it. A squelching noise interrupted any further comment and the vampire closest to the door collapsed to reveal Elijah standing behind him. He held the man’s heart in his hand and dropped it to the floor with a faint look of annoyance. Rose darted past everyone and out the door. Shocker.

“They killed you. You’re dead,” Elena said, her voice cracking.

“For centuries now,” Elijah replied with a smirk. Lucy rolled his eyes. He was entirely too fond of that joke. “Hello, Lucy. Lovely to see you again. Should we get dinner?” He shifted his attention to one of the remaining men. “Who are you?”

“Who the fuck are you?” the man shot back.

“I am Elijah.”

Those three words were enough for the man to start backpedaling the attitude. It was still strange for Lucy to see people afraid of the man she’d called uncle for the vast majority of her life. She perhaps understood slightly better as she watched him rip the hearts out of the other two vampires as well. He walked over and kissed Lucy’s forehead before vanishing out the door.

“What the hell was that about?” Elena demanded after a beat of silence.

“The guy you’re trying to hand yourself over to doesn’t appear to want you,” Damon responded. “So, can we go home now?”

“No,” she said and stomped her foot. “Not until I get some answers from Lucy. Why did he say hello to you and invite you to dinner? Are you sleeping with him?”

Disgust contorted Lucy’s features before she could stop it. A glance at Damon showed the same look on his face. “Elijah’s my uncle, you sick fuck. Eww. What is wrong with you?”

Elena huffed in annoyance. “Well, how was I supposed to know? It’s not like you told anyone.”

“I knew,” Damon said with a shrug. “So does, Stefan.” He glanced over at Lucy. “Does Caroline know?”

Lucy shrugged. “Don’t remember.”

Elena rubbed her temples. “If you are related to Elijah, how am I supposed to trust you? Any of you?”

“You’re not,” Lucy said. “The only reason we’re protecting you, is Elijah asked us to. So keep pissing him off. Maybe he’ll give us the day off.”

Elena let out a little scream of annoyance and stomped out of the apartment.

“I call shotgun,” Lucy yelled after her.

Damon chuckled as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side. He steered her around the dead bodies and out of the apartment, shutting the door behind them. “Should we do something about that?” He gestured back to the apartment.

“Elijah will take care of it,” she assured him. “Let’s go home and finish our movie while I make dinner.”

They stepped out of the building and into the sunlight to find Elena angrily pacing in front of the car. “Should we expect company?”

Lucy’s gaze followed the doppelganger for a moment before pulling out her phone and sending her uncle a text. “Yeah. Probably a good idea.”

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

Hey guys, I just wanna clear up some things about my past that I’m comfortable sharing:

So, I was with my ex for about 2 years. She wanted to go on a break a week before our two year anniversary and lead me on for 3 months prior because of a big test I had to do that I was stressing over. We then established that while on a break we wouldn’t ee annyone else, only for her to ct th break off earlier than expected and say she was in love with this guy she always told me never to worry about.

This guy was an avid fight we use to fight about. I wasn’t allowed to talk about how they needed more boundries and i was uncomfortable with some of their interactions. I never told her she couldn’t be his friend, because obviously I shouldn’t control that, but sitting on his lap, constantly holding his hand, and going to his house behind my back were a few. She use to cancle our hang outs because she wanted to hang with him. And she’d always put him first, even when I was going through a really bad time.

Whenever I tried to tell her that I wanted some more boundaries between them, she’d start crying and claiming about how dare I accuse her of cheating on me. Even going as far as to make sure him and I wouldn’t hang out at the same time with her because she ‘wasn’t sure if I was comfortable’. She use to claim she was too busy to hang with me and then would hang at his house. And that's just a small matter of some of the stuff she's done.

She constantly asked if she was a bad person and if she was manipulating me. In fact, she use to claim that she was a horrible [erson and how I should leave her. I don’t think she was good mentally, and I’m not sure she is even now, but I remember believing that if she’s concerned about being a bad person, then she couldn’t be a bad person. But she was.

She once gave my own consent to have that guy from earlier flirt with me on stage Opening Night. Our director (we all did theatre) told him during Intermission about how he should flirt with me instead of yell at me, which was how we use to do it. And he asked my girlfriend for her consent, and both thought it’d be really funny if I didn’t know until it was in the moment. The interaction was terrifying, and remended me of a very real and scary thing that happened to me when I was really young by my own cousin that I don’t speak to anymore.

All this aside, we are still somewhat friends. We have the same ASL class and have to be partners, so we still do speak and chat.

Yes, she is no longer my CG, and I refuse to ever be small around someone who hurt me mentally. I was the third wheel in my own relationship. She also wanted a romantic relationship when I was small and it also messed up super badly with my headspace because I didn’t like it but didn’t know how to tell her that.

Am I looking for a new CG and girlfriend/boyfriend? A bit, but I won’t be an adult for another year and don’t want to cause any internet drama. (I am graduating High School a whole year early though!!! So that’s a fun fact about me!! :D)

I’m only saying all of this because one, I’m comfortbale sharing. And two, I’ve been receiving a lot of questions and concerns and I do want you all to know that I am much better mentally and physically without her and I am okay.

The love and support I have received in these past few hours was very heartwarming, and I want you all to know that I love and appreciate you all!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 🥰 🫶 🤟

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Arcadia (6x15)

When Cami was growing up, she’d always dreamed of having a close-knit community. She wanted to find an Ethel Mertz to her Lucy Ricardo, a neighbor she could share everything with as their families grew alongside each other. She wanted to leave her doors unlocked at night knowing that an Andy Taylor was out there keeping them safe.

Her dreams were a sitcom, but her reality was a creature feature that would have Robert Stack scratching his head.

Everyone in the neighborhood lived in fear, wrought with an anticipatory dread that made coming home feel suffocating. Whenever she was able to socialize with her friends, it felt like every conversation was laden with doublespeak—survival tactics shared using the language of a Better Homes and Gardens catalog.

So while she was excited about getting to spend time with her new neighbor, that enthusiasm was inextricably marred by the pity she felt knowing that moving into The Falls was the worst decision the Petries could have made.

“It sounded like you were making fun of him.”

The thin wood of the front door muffled a feminine voice, and Cami nearly jumped when she realized the Petries were waiting on the porch. She started moving closer to the door to let them in, but the realization that they hadn’t knocked or rang the doorbell yet made her hand freeze over the doorknob.

“I was simply asking about the cultural influences of his home decor, Laura,” the man replied, emphasizing his wife’s name with a lilt.

“I can’t remember, was that before or after you pulled me onto your lap, Rob?” she replied with the same pointed inflection.

“Hey, that was an accident. I said I was sorry,” Rob replied, his tone losing some of the joviality it previously held. “It’s not my fault his shitty Pier 9 furniture sinks in the middle. Besides, I could just as easily say that you chose to sit on my lap.”

The mention of Pier 9 caused Cami to frown as she realized who they were talking about. If Laura was right and Rob had been making fun of Gene, that wasn’t going to turn out well.

“In your dr-” 

Whatever Laura was about to say was cut off as Cami opened the door, revealing Rob leaning into Laura, their faces so close that Cami might have assumed they were kissing—if not for the tense whispering she’d just overheard.

The sound of the door opening seemed to startle them, but Rob’s arm swiftly made its way around Laura’s waist and all traces of their spat disappeared from the couple’s expressions.

“I heard the people of The Falls were polite, but having a sixth sense so your guests don’t even have to lift a hand to knock is a new level of hospitality,” Rob joked.

Cami offered them an embarrassed smile as she began unlocking the screen door. “I hope I didn’t interrupt anything, I thought I heard something and wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

The couple thanked her as they entered the home and stood in the anteroom as she ensured both doors were locked again. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to scare you. Getting this house and moving in has just rekindled all these feelings of domesticity for us. Laura hasn’t been able to keep her hands-”

Mottled blotches of crimson started to mar the woman’s face as she put her hand on her husband’s abdomen to interrupt him, only to quickly retract it as if she didn’t want to confirm his comment. “Rob, I’m sure Mrs. Schroeder doesn’t want to hear-”

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” Cami chuckled, amused by the couple’s antics. “I think it’s wonderful that coming to The Falls has added some excitement to your relationship.” 

The words felt wrong coming out of her mouth, and she had to resist the urge to apologize for the irony of her statement. Trying to find better wording, she added, “I mean… it’s always lovely when that newlywed feeling comes back.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Rob grinned, squeezing his wife’s arm endearingly.

“Rob just knows I’m… shy. He always loves to tease me. He’s a big joker,” Laura replied.

Cami's smile widened to hide the frown that wanted to emerge. The Klines had been the same way, always laughing, always goofing around. Joking around in The Falls was like telling a knock-knock joke in a morgue. 

She motioned with her hand for them to follow her to the den, asking over her shoulder, “So, how long has it been for you two?”

“It’ll be six years next month,” Laura answered fondly.

“Really?” Rob asked. 

Cami thought she heard a muffled, pained grunt, but when she turned around, she just saw the smiling couple. “Win’s the same way, can’t remember an anniversary to save his life. Will it be six years since you met or got married?”

Rob chuckled lightly, “Since we met, but it feels like we’ve been married just as long.”

“You two make a beautiful couple. Everyone was saying so yesterday.”

“Oh- thank you,” Laura replied. The comment seemed to take them both by surprise as Laura’s cheeks flushed in response while Rob just looked to the floor with a wistful smirk.

It was true. As Cami led them to the den, she couldn’t help but notice the way Rob and Laura complemented one another, moving together in perfect harmony—a rare reprieve from the fear and tension that had worn down so many other couples around here.

She’d longed for neighbors like them once—warm, friendly faces who seemed like genuinely kind people. But as she watched Rob and Laura hold onto each other, exchanging glances, a pit formed in her stomach. They had already joined the neighborhood’s strange, silent dance; they just didn’t know it yet.

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The Working of My Hands (Indigo x Hux)

Summary: When a storm rolls in and a drought is on the horizon, it takes a bit of hard labor to get things prepared

Word Count: 3.6k

Tags: established relationship, domestic fluff, mild physical and emotional hurt/comfort, completely self-indulgent (I may have watched the De Selby pt. 2 music video a few too many times...)

Crossposted on AO3

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“Hm.”

“What is it?” Indie asked, twisting around from her spot on the sofa. Armitage was peering at his holopad, frowning at what he saw on the screen.

“Local notice.” he answered, waving a hand at the device, “Just went out. They’re expecting a drought after the storm tonight. They’ve got some recommendations.”

“What does it say?”

“‘Locals are advised to take shorter showers and keep water usage to a minimum’,” he read, “‘Any land-owning residents are also encouraged to dig holes at regular intervals to collect rainfall and reduce the risk of desertification’. And then there’s a diagram.”

He turned the screen in her direction, offering her a glimpse at the notice, then shut down his holopad and set it down on the table beside him. He spared a brief glance out the window, taking in the storm clouds brewing on the horizon, then tugged at his sleeves and took a few brisk strides towards the back bedroom.

“We have a shovel in the garage, don’t we?” he asked, “Would you find it for me while I get changed?”

“Right now?”

“Figure it’s better to get started before the rain comes in.” Armitage said, though she knew he’d done his share of working through the rain all the same. He always got the same look on his face, whenever the clouds broke or thunder echoed across the fields, a strange blend of nostalgia and something far more painful. And he always strayed a little closer to her on those days, always seemed a little more candid about his affections, like the rain reminded him of everything he’d left in his wake. She was never sure if he was imagining Arkanis or Ajan Kloss. Perhaps it was a hybrid of both.

“I think we’ve got one,” Indie agreed, gently shooing Zero off her lap and popping up to her feet, “And maybe the neighbors have a second one I could borrow. I’ll give you a hand.”

“Pacemaker.” he reminded her, an infuriatingly good point, “And it’s humid out. I’ll take care of it.”

“C’mon, I want to help. I’ll take it easy. It’ll get done faster with both of us.”

“Indie.” he said, and set his hand on her shoulder as she brushed past him, “My love. Let me handle this one. You do enough housework as it is. I can handle a shovel.”

She caved. Of course she did. He’d always been so damn good at that, and it had only grown easier since he had her heart to use as leverage. So Indigo nodded, and placed her hand over his to give it a brief squeeze. 

“Alright. I’ll go find it for you.”

Gratefulness crested across his face - she wondered, again, how she’d once found him so hard to read - and Armitage ran his fingers over her hair, her face, her throat, before drawing away. It made sparks dance through her, bright and hot and pleasant. She’d never get tired of that. It still astounded her, sometimes, that he’d chosen to spend his life with her, and without so much as a word of complaint towards all her needs and eccentricities. 

Indie ducked into the garage and skirted past the souped-up speeder she’d been working on. Another out-of-towner with a big custom rig: flashy, sloppily-built, and completely impractical, but it brought in good money. She’d take what she got. 

The shovel was easy enough to find, propped up against the far corner amid a cluster of other tools. When she slipped back into the house, Armitage was there waiting for her. He’d changed into looser clothes, ones that would be easier to move in and that he wouldn’t mind getting dirty, and was busy rolling the sleeves back to the elbows when she stepped inside.

“Thank you, Indie,” he said, taking the shovel from her and briefly leaning over to kiss her temple. It was the storm on the horizon, she thought, the rain bringing out his affections like it so often did. She wouldn’t complain, of course, not ever, but it was interesting enough to have noticed the pattern.

He spared one more glance at his holopad, memorizing the diagram on the screen, then nodded and stepped out the door.

She watched him for a while, seated on the couch with Zero curled up on her lap. It was almost entrancing to watch him work, turning shovelful after shovelful of the fine, dry earth. There was a certain grace to his movements, the same grace as when he piloted a ship or fired a blaster. He’d done his share of manual work in his life, she knew that much, been trained in tools and machines for years before he entered the Order proper. And perhaps even more than most - he’d told her before of his father’s disdain of his slender frame, the way he’d wanted a strong military man to carry on his name. She could imagine Armitage as a young man in the academy, always the one sent to chop firewood or dig the latrines in an effort to put a little more muscle on his frame.

She figured this sort of work was a lot easier to palate than what he was used to. She wondered if he thought of it the same way she did, an effort to keep the earth alive so new greenery could grow, or if he only saw it as work. She hoped, now two years spent living here planetside, having escaped the militaristic nature of their prior lives, that it was the former.

But whatever his thoughts, his rhythm didn’t slow. The dirt became pockmarked with shallow holes, one after another in evenly-spaced intervals, and his hands and forearms became streaked with dirt. A few times she saw him pause, to catch his breath or push the hair out of his face, sometimes to turn his face up towards the sky as if savoring the breeze. These little breaks only lasted a moment or two, and then he’d roll his shoulders and tighten his grip on the shovel, right back to work with the same rigid discipline she knew so well. 

After a while, these little breaks got more frequent, and she could see his form beginning to falter. He was tiring, and very clearly pushing himself past it. Old habits.

Indigo sighed to herself - funny how both of them could have the same bad habit, pushing themselves past what they could rightfully take - and stood up from her seat. She stopped in the kitchen, long enough to grab a tall drinking glass and fill it with cool water, then made her way towards the door. She had to nudge Millicent out of the way before she could bolt for it, and managed a tricky sort of spin to get the door closed before the cat could get out.

Humidity hit her like a slap to the face. The air was thick with it, thick and hot, and she expected the storm to break any moment. Only a few minutes outdoors, and she’d already welcome the rain as an old friend. She imagined that even with so many tumultuous memories souring his mind to it, after this much work, Armitage would be quick to do the same. 

He was still absorbed in his work, thin cords of muscle flexing in his forearms as he turned another shovelful of soil. With him standing in the hole, almost a foot below her, Indie had the rare perspective of being taller than him. His face was shining with sweat, his breathing labored, and yet he still moved with an almost mechanical diligence. 

Although his job itself was somewhat sedentary, managing import and export records for this particular hemisphere of the planet, it wasn't as if it was rare to see him performing manual labor. The two of them owned a bit of land to tend, after all, and there were always duties around the house to manage at that. Indie did much of the mechanical work, of course, fixed what needed fixing, but Armitage certainly pulled his weight and more. He was no stranger to hard work.

But this… this was something else. It was almost carnal, she thought, seeing him move the earth in strong and confident motions. As much as she loved the sight of him clean and put-together as he normally was, the sight of him hard at work, covered in dirt with his hair fallen in rough red waves around his face, sent a different sort of thrill through her.

He’d taken on this role in an effort to keep her from straining her heart. The sight of him here, now, easily negated all that effort. If anything, she found herself a little dizzy.

“How’s it going?” Indigo asked, succeeding in drawing his eyes up to her. At first Hux just shrugged and leaned against the shaft of the shovel, panting faintly from the exertion. He swiped one hand across his forehead but only succeeded in smudging dirt across his face.

“Getting there.” he finally replied, gesturing at the rows of shallow, even holes now scattered across their back lot. Armitage brushed at the hair hanging loose into his face, trying to coax it away from his eyes, and let out another sharp breath. “This humidity is killing me, though.”

“Here.” she said, and held out the glass to him, “Water.”

He took it and shot her a grateful look, then drained the glass in just a few swallows. Even just that much seemed to refresh him a bit, though he was still breathing hard from all the work.

“Wanna come back inside?” Indie asked, “Take a break for a few minutes?”

Armitage tilted his head, taking in the storm clouds gathering overhead with a scrutinizing expression on his face. Then he dropped his eyes and gave her a low shrug. 

“Storm’ll break any moment now. I’d like to get a little more done before it does.”

“Alright,” she agreed, knowing she wouldn’t be able to convince him otherwise. He was the type to fulfill a job to completion, and she knew it would bother him if he didn’t. That level of discipline had been wired into him, and she didn’t imagine it would ever leave. By now, she figured she knew him almost as well as she knew herself. Her heart was linked with his own, now and forever.

So Indie just reached out and took the empty glass from him, and leaned over enough to kiss his cheek. Her feet slid on loose soil and she nearly fell right into the hole, but one of his hands caught her waist and held her in place - like it was simple, unconscious, easy despite how tired he had to be. It sent the same little thrill through her, so much that she nearly shivered despite the sweltering temperature around her. 

Her heart was never going to recover from this. 

She didn’t mind a bit.

“Don’t stay out too long, okay?”

“I’ll be in as soon as the rain hits.” he promised, his hand remaining steady on her waist until he was sure she’d recovered her footing. 

“I’ll hold you to it.”

Armitage just nodded (weary but not dismissive, merely a reflection of his growing exhaustion) and readjusted his grip on his shovel. Indie found herself lingering a moment longer, drinking in the sight of him, then finally managed to pull herself away and slip back into the house. 

She watched him for a while longer, a shorter while, then eventually decided that was a little odd and picked herself up from the couch. She fed the animals and pored over the contents of the kitchen - then proceeded to take a mental step back, and thought of how lucky she was to be in a place where Zero could have two good meals every day and the fridge held real vegetables instead of only dehydrated space-grade food. She’d never really had this kind of security before. Even two years in, it still came as a bit of a shock. 

Thunder rolled in just as she’d made a decision on what to cook, and Indie heard rain battering the metal roof of the house only a few moments later. This was going to be a big one, she could tell. It made her think of Ajan Kloss. 

The back door slid open after only a moment or two of rain, and she watched Armitage attempt to shoo Millicent away from the door so he could step inside. It seemed he’d mostly outrun the rain - the dirt streaked across his face and arms had not yet become mud, at least - though he left his shoes at the door to avoid soiling the floor as he walked through the house.

“Finished.” he said, though he seemed more preoccupied with keeping the cat from brushing up against his trousers and getting dirt smudged across her fur. Finally Millicent lost interest and padded away, and Hux straightened up. “I’m going to go wash up.”

He crossed the room in just a few long strides, frowning at the dirt caked under his fingernails, but Indigo held up a hand just before he passed her. 

“Wait.”

He paused mid-stride and turned to face her, as Indie refilled the same tall glass of water and held it out to him. Like before, he took it without any hesitation or argument, and downed the liquid like a man lost in the desert.

“Thanks, love.” he murmured, setting the glass down on the counter beside him. Almost before Indie could react, his fingers caught the back of her neck and pulled her in against him. In just one brisk, confident motion, he pressed his lips firmly to her forehead, and then he let her go and strode down the hall before she’d even fully processed what he’d done. 

Then it hit her like a bolt of lightning, prickling along every nerve. Her heart thundered in her chest so fervently that she had to sit down for a moment. The sight of it, the sight of him all rugged and covered in dirt, and the feel of that confident hand against the back of her neck, was carved into her memory.

Armitage emerged a brief while later, looking much more refreshed and put-together now that he’d had a chance to properly cool down. Indigo watched him finish with the buttons on his shirt as he made his way down the hall. His hair was damp, and his skin was clean of dirt - though his face and forearms were crimson with a rather uncomfortable-looking sunburn. 

“Oh, you’re all red.” Indie mumbled, more to herself than anything, and crouched to pull open the cabinet under the sink. That was where they kept the first aid kit: equidistant from the house proper and her garage, positioned for both mundane needs and any work injuries she might stumble into. It took her a minute of rifling through it before she found what she was looking for. 

“Leave it to me to burn on a cloudy day,” he muttered, half a joke and half a sigh, “Do we have aloe? Or bacta?”

“Right here,” she said, finding it almost at the same moment he mentioned it. Hux held out his hand for the little tube of gel, but Indigo just gestured at the couch across the room. “Sit down.”

Confusion flickered across his face, but he crossed the room without hesitation and took a seat on the end of the sofa. Indie joined him after only a moment, aloe in hand. 

She stood in front of him, not even a full arm’s-length away, and poured a bit of the gel out into her fingers. Armitage was still, expectant, though his pale eyes tracked every motion she made.

Indie shot him a faint smile, then reached out and gently took hold of his forearm, working the aloe into his skin. She took her time with it, perhaps a little longer than was really necessary, but she didn’t want this to feel rushed- least of all like a chore, when it was just the opposite. When she reached his wrist, though, Armitage flipped his palm and closed his fingers loosely around her hand. 

“You don’t have to-”

“I know,” she said, “I want to.”

He still looked a little fidgety at first - not uncomfortable, just that he wasn’t used to having someone else take care of these little tasks for him - and his fingers twitched as he released his grip on her hand. That, too, was a frequent thing for both of them. Having sparked their relationship in the midst of war, the gentler life was still foreign in many ways. One of those, and one of the most difficult to soak in, was learning to accept this sort of attention for things beyond simple necessity. Perhaps it came from how much of their lives they’d each spent alone, only able to rely on themselves.

He’d taken on the yard work because he knew her heart wouldn’t manage it. That much was easy; easy for him to suggest, and easy for her to accept, because it was tethered to something as tangible as her health. But this, caring for him in this way that she knew he could easily do himself, just for the fact that she wanted to… that was new. That was trickier.

“Hey,” Indie murmured, and set her hand gently on his sunburned face, “Relax.”

Armitage nodded against her palm, and she could see the tension trickle out of his body with what looked like a palpable effort. It made her heart hurt a little, just knowing how difficult it was for him to be vulnerable even here. But all the same, it warmed her heart that he was willing to try.

She let her hand fall away from his face, and instead busied herself with applying the aloe to his other forearm and wrist. After a minute of this, Zero hopped up onto the couch to investigate, his nose twitching as he attempted to weasel his way under Hux’s arm. Armitage lifted his hand out of the way, letting out a breathy halfway-laugh at the animal.

“Move, buddy,” Indigo told her pet, promptly rerouting him with the hand not slathered in aloe. Zero let out a low chirp, almost indignant, but hopped off the couch and immediately prowled over to steal Millicent’s spot by the window. 

“He was fine.” 

“Medicinal aloe is toxic if it’s ingested. I didn’t want him getting it on his feathers and then grooming himself.”

“Hm.” 

Thunder crackled above the house, sharp and sudden. Indigo jumped, startled by the noise. Hux did not. He’d lived in storms all his life, after all.

“Seems like the wells are helping, though,” Indie said once the thunder died down, stretching to peer out the window, “They’re catching the rainwater.”

“Be surprised if they didn’t.” Armitage mumbled, hardly loud enough to be heard. Indie just scoffed and shoved lightly at his shoulder. 

“You know what I mean.”

She poured out a little more of the aloe gel into her palm, eyeing the drawn and distant look on her partner’s face. He was still looking out the window, watching the rain come down in sheets. Oh yes, this would be quite the storm, a supercell like the ones of his youth.

Armitage shut his eyes as her fingers reached his face, and she felt the last of his tension finally ebb away under her touch. Her fingertips skated over his forehead, his cheekbones, the harsh splash of crimson across the bridge of his nose- and then, on a whim, she ducked down and kissed him. 

That earned her a smile, bright and real and surprised, and his hands caught her hips to pull her a step closer. Indie staggered and nearly fell straight into his lap, brought so close she could feel the heat from his skin. A harsh but steady rain drummed on the roof over their heads.

A flash of sudden lightning lit up the whole house, accompanied by the deafening and near-instantaneous boom of thunder. Across the room, Millicent yowled and sprinted underneath the cupboard in the hallway. Indigo flinched again despite herself. These storms weren’t often as bad for her as they were for him, with his history, but witnessing lightning so close had grown to make her shudder. All she could see was Exegol.

Clearly Armitage had the same thought. He didn’t flinch, but his hands moved from her waist to her wrists, thumbs tracing the paths of those branching scars down her skin. The touch was comforting on a level she couldn’t quite describe - a reminder of what those scars had been worth, in the end. That made things a little better, though she still couldn’t bear to look out the window as the skies flashed bright again.

His fingers slid down to her hands and squeezed them tight. When she managed to meet his eyes, she found a striking degree of seriousness in them. 

“Indie, I-” he began, refusing to break her gaze for even a moment, “I’m so lucky to have you.”

The rain brought out his affections. It always did. And in a storm like this, how could there be anything else? Lightning was the flash of a blaster, thunder was the snap of a belt. His arduous past rolled in with the storm clouds.

And though the rain was cold, he refused to let it chill him. Not anymore.

[sequinsmile-x]

Congratulations on a well-deserved milestone my friend!! Touching #18 and #44 :))

Thank you friend!! <3

I hope you enjoy this!

The prompts are: touching 18: squishing the other’s cheek / touching 44: sitting on the other’s lap

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Words: 1.1k

Warning: Alcohol consumption

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It was quiet, which was a rare thing for their house these days. Jack was spending the weekend with Roy and Jessica and Emily was on a night out with JJ and Penelope. 

Aaron quietly closes the door to the nursery, making sure he doesn’t wake up Issac. It had taken over an hour to settle the 5-month-old, the baby clearly unsure where his mother was. 

It was Emily’s first real night out since she’d had Issac, and she’d needed convincing to go at all. Gently encouraged by him and her friends as she left the house. 

He’s just finished changing into his pyjamas, an old t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants, when he hears a knock on the front door. He makes quick work of walking down the stairs to answer it, not wanting his youngest to wake up just after he’d fallen asleep. 

He looks through the peephole and smiles as he spots who is on the porch, shaking his head as he pulls the door open. Emily smiles at him widely, her eye slightly glazed from the alcohol she’d had that evening. Derek is standing next to her, an amused look on his face. 

“I was the BAU cab service this evening,” Derek quips, “I think I have something that belongs to you.” 

Picking them up was something Aaron usually did. Insistent that his wife and their friends weren’t getting into a cab when they’d been drinking. Tonight, one of Emily’s conditions for going out as he gently encouraged her out of the door was that he’d stay home with the boys. 

“Hey…I don’t belong to anybody,” Emily says, stumbling slightly as she steps forward, a smirk spreading across her face, “Although he does technically own my-“

“Ok, sweetheart,” Aaron says, cutting over her before she can say something to embarrass herself in the morning, well aware from previous experience that Derek had a knack for remembering the things she often said when she was drunk. He reaches out for her and she all but falls into his side, her arm slinking around him as her hand slips down over the material of his sweatpants. “Let’s get you inside,” he looks at their friend, nodding at him, “Thanks, Derek.” 

“Anytime,” he replies, a smile spreading over his face that tells Aaron that Emily may have already said something she’d later regret in the car journey home. 

Aaron closes the door behind them. In the time it takes him to set the locks Emily is already halfway to the stairs. 

“Sweetheart, where are you going?”

“To check on Issac,” she says and he smiles fondly at her, walking over to join her, his hand firm at her waist as he guides her towards the living room. She pouts, something he knows she would vehemently deny in the morning, “Aaron-”

“He’s fast asleep,” he replies, handing her the baby monitor so she can look at their son through the little screen on there. A clear image of the 5-month-old sleeping shining up at them in black and white, his little fist next to his head, “And we both know if he realises you’re home he won’t go back to sleep.” 

She huffs, her finger tracing over the screen, “You’re right.” 

“I might record you saying that and play it whenever I need to hear it in future,” he mumbles, and she looks up at him, her eyes narrowed. 

“What was that?”

“I’m going to go get you some water,” he says, kissing the top of her head, “You stay here, I’ll be back in a minute.” 

He makes quick work of going to the kitchen to get her a drink before he returns to the living room and places the glass of water for her on the coffee table before sitting next to her on the couch. 

“Did you have fun?” He asks, unable to stop himself from smiling as she closes the distance between them, immediately climbing into his lap. She leans against his chest, and he wraps his arms around her to secure her. 

“I did,” she replies, running her fingers through his hair, taking time to scratch her nails over his scalp, “And you Hotchner boys did ok without me?” 

“We got by,” he replies, not wanting to mention how Issac had taken longer to settle down than usual, that he’d refused his bottle at first. He knew it had taken a lot to convince her to go out, to have fun with her friends, and he wasn’t about to try and make her doubt that decision. “We missed you though.”

She beams at him, the fact she was drunk and in the safety of her own home enough to undo any attempt to hide her feelings. She always seemed so surprised when he said something like that as if she was anything other than the linchpin that held their family together. As if she hadn’t brought him and Jack back from the brink when they needed it most. 

As if she wasn’t their infant son’s favourite person on the planet by a clear mile. 

“You’re so cute,” she says a hand on each of his cheeks as she squishes them together, her thumbs pressing into where she knew his dimples were. 

He laughs, shaking his head at his wife before kissing one of her palms and gently removing it from his face with one of his hands, linking them together in her lap.

“I’ve been called a lot of things over the years, sweetheart,” he says, smiling at her, “Cute isn’t one of them.” 

Emily frowns, pulling back to look at him with an affronted look on her face, “Our son looks exactly like you. Are you saying he isn’t cute?” 

Aaron fights a laugh, knowing it wouldn’t go down well, and he clears his throat. “You’re right sweetheart, he’s very cute.” 

“Exactly,” she says, leaning into him again. He presses a kiss to the side of her head and reaches forward to grab the glass of water he’d brought her. She groans, “I didn’t even drink that much,” she laments, “Not in comparison to how much I used to on girl’s night anyway.” 

“Well you did have a baby 5 months ago,” he says, handing her the water, “It’s not surprising your tolerance has changed. Drink this.” 

She takes a sip and rests her head against his shoulder, grasping the glass in her hand, “You take such good care of me.” 

He kisses the top of her head, “That’s what we do, Em,” he says, “We look after each other.” 

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Just Friends

Eep sorry this chapter is soo late!! I was superrr busy today. Anywho, I hope you like this chapter! Not sure if I’ve ever written post-reveal pre-relationsip for Ladrien before but boy oh boy it sure was fun hehehe.

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It was official.

Adrien Agreste was melting. Honestly, it was a wonder that it had happened before. Especially now that he knew that the two people that he had completely and utterly fallen for were one and the same.

Marinette was Ladybug and honestly finding that out had been the happiest day of his life. Nothing would ever... could ever compare.

It had been an accident at the time. He had dove into the locker room and mere seconds later had transformed back into Adrien. Giving Plagg his cheese to give him time to recuperate after the akuma attack, he was about to duck out when someone else crashed into the room.

Ladybug’s wide eyes greeted him mere seconds before pink light enveloped her. Adrien didn’t even have time to think about closing his eyes before she detransformed into Marinette.

His heart was racing as he gaped at her. Because wow. Suddenly everything made so much more sense now. Why he had gotten tingles for the brief second Marinette had kissed him at the Grévin Museum. Why he always wanted to be near her. Why his heart pounded whenever she giggled or laughed or even smiled at something he said.

How had it taken him so long to notice?

Whilst Adrien was still experiencing the high of euphoria, though, he noticed that Marinette’s breaths were coming shorter and shorter. She was panicked. Completely and utterly terrified. He had to say something. Had to reassure her that everything was going to be alright.

Clearing his throat, he took a cautious step toward her. “Marinette, are you okay?”

She shook her head, clenching her eyes tightly shut. Adrien took another step towards her, noticing Tikki glancing between the two nervously. Slowly, he reached out, touching her hand softly. When she didn’t pull back, he took it and gave a quick squeeze. 

“It’s going to be alright, Marinette. We’ll get through this... together. Just like we always have. You and me against the world, remember?” 

Her eyes slowly peered open, confusion swirling in them. He simply grinned at her until recognition mixed with uncertainty in her expression. “Ch-Chat?”

Intertwining their fingers, his grin got even larger. “Hey, bugaboo.”

In the next second, Adrien got an armful of Marinette as she threw herself at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her head in his shoulder. This must be what heaven was like because he couldn’t imagine anything sweeter. Closing his eyes, he hugged her back, inhaling the wonderful aroma of vanilla and strawberries.

Adrien could have stayed just like that. With Marinette cuddled tightly to his chest and his nose buried in the scent of her hair, he could have stayed there for an eternity.  

The sound of the bell was a brutal reminder of why they even had the opportunity of revealing their identities. It was time for class which unfortunately meant he’d have to part from her arms.

Reluctantly, he pulled back, already mourning the feel of her warm arms around him. Marinette’s eyes simply sparkled as she grinned up at him. 

“Later,” she murmured. “We’ll talk later.”

Talk later they did. In fact, it was difficult to get them to stop talking now. They grew even closer because of the reveal, sending each other secret looks and smiles during class. 

Some days Adrien snuck over to her house as Chat Noir and other days Marinette snuck over as Ladybug. 

They were at his house at the moment. They were stretched out across his white sofa. His head was in Ladybug’s lap as something played on TV. He wasn’t paying attention though. The only thing Adrien was listening for were her soft breaths and chuckles at the show. Every so often, she’d swipe a hand over his hair causing his eyes to flutter shut.

He loved her. Every single giggle set his heart aflutter. He was practically bursting at the seams to tell her. To declare just how overjoyed he was about the fact that he had fallen in love with her twice.  

But Adrien couldn’t... not anymore. Not now that it had the potential to ruin any closeness that they had garnered. 

No. They were just friends. And that’s all they’d ever be.

Honestly, though, that’s all he needed. Ladybug was amazing and he’d rather have her in his life than not at all. 

Adrien couldn’t stop himself from shuddering at the thought. Yep. Friendship was just fine for him. Besides, he already knew that she was in love with someone else. 

A thought caused a furrow to form between his brows. He peered up at Ladybug some of the curiosity fading as he saw her bright smile. It wasn’t enough to keep him from asking the question though. “Is the guy you’re in love with and Buttercup the same person?”

Adrien watched as Ladybug slowly tensed. Her shoulders stiffened as she glanced down at him. Her blue eyes were wide, filled with... fear? Just as soon as he saw the emotion, though, she flicked her gaze away. “Where did that thought come from?” She chuckled almost nervously, waving a gloved hand in the air.

He shrugged, shifting slightly in her lap as he tried to push down the bitterness. It was almost definitely the same person.

“Just curious is all.”

“Oh, um well...,” Ladybug trailed off before looking back down at him. Her eyes were soft. Softer than he had ever seen them before. “Yes, yes, he is,” she whispered.

There was something loving about her tone and this time Adrien couldn’t clamp down on the wave of jealousy. Her declaration had been beautiful. Whoever it was was so lucky, and he didn’t even know. 

Adrien crossed his arms, scoffing quietly. This time it was Ladybug’s turn to frown and how was it possible for her to do that and still look so adorable? That little wrinkle in her mask was so cute. It was hard for him to remain jealous.

“I-Is something wrong, Adrien?” she asked, sounding worried again.

Immediately, he blinked, shaking his head. He couldn’t let her feel bad! Not for his own sour feelings.

“No, not at all! I was just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” Ladybug murmured, brushing some of his hair away from his face.

Don’t do it! Don’t do it!

Adrien’s thoughts begged him to stop but he couldn’t stop himself from blurting out, “I just think it’s kind of stupid.”

Her lips parted and she looked astounded and a little bit hurt. Quickly, he rushed to clarify, “I-I mean because of how oblivious this guy is! Obviously not because of you. You’re amazing. I’m just mad that he doesn’t reciprocate your feelings!”

The hurt left Ladybug’s face, leaving traces of what seemed to be amusement glimmering in her sapphire eyes. But why was she amused?

“I’m not so sure he even knows.” She giggled softly.

Adrien frowned. Surely Ladybug should’ve been upset by this notion but instead, it seemed like her amusement simply grew. A hint of mischief teased across her smile as it grew.

Either way, he sat up, gesturing wildly as he scoffed again. “Well, then that’s even more ridiculous! If it were me you lo—”

He clamped his mouth shut. Ladybug’s eyes had widened to the point of saucers. He was sure his own mirrored hers. What had he been thinking? Now he was going to get rejected again.

And what if—now that she knew—she left? What if she decided that she was done with their meet-ups and silly talks and glances at school and left him? Adrien bit down sharply on the tip of his tongue, ignoring the pain. He was doomed. All because he couldn’t keep his jealousy to himself.

“Y-you’d what?” she whispered, her voice sounding choked.

He clenched his eyes shut. How could he fix this? Chuckling nervously, he scratched the back of his neck as he tried to brush off his slip-up. “Can’t we just forget it? I shouldn’t have even brought it up in the first place.”

“Adrien.” The word sounded so important—so vastly important that he simply had to turn his head to hers, connecting their gazes. Ladybug’s eyes were so intense that he found himself holding his breath. “P-please... what would you do?”

He was drawn to her. To the hope in her voice and the something that was flickering across her face. Slowly, ever so slowly, he scooted closer to her. He had to try.

“I’d... I’d,” Adrien trailed off, biting his lip as worry overwhelmed him. He glanced down as nerves churned in his stomach. What if he was wrong and the hope was actually panic? Before he could spiral any further, though, a hand gently rested on top of his. 

Blinking back up at her, he saw the soft, sweet smile on Ladybug’s lips. She nodded her head as if to say it was okay and that was all the reassurance he needed. 

“I’d tell you that when I first heard that beautiful confession to Buttercup at the end of our trip to the movies I was suddenly struck by two different emotions. Awe and envy.”

Ladybug tilted her head in confusion. “Envy?”

He nodded, his heart pounding. “It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard, Ladybug. And, at the time, I was confused by the sudden pain in my chest I got just from knowing that confession was for someone else.”

She gasped. “Even then?”

“Even then.”

All at once, he was wrapped around Ladybug as she threw herself at him. Her lips found his in a desperate kiss. It took a great deal of effort, but Adrien had to know the truth. 

Just barely managing to pull himself away from her, his eyes flicked between hers, searching for any sign that she was lying to him. “A-are you serious? Buttercup’s me?” 

“Always has been.” A wobbly smile was on her face as she sniffled.

Adrien felt dizzy, struck by the fact that he was the idiot the whole time. Even still, that didn’t stop him from being the one to surge forward this time as he connected their lips once more. 

How could he ever have been content with just being friends? Ladybug’s lips were sweeter than he had ever dreamed them to be. He could spend the rest of his life kissing her. And, suddenly, he fully planned on doing that. Was marriage too soon to propose while they were still in school?

He’d ask her later. Right now, he was too busy nibbling on the bottom of her lip as she moved even closer to him. There’d be time for serious discussions later. Right now, Adrien just wanted to kiss his future wife.

[breezii2176]

I Want You

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

18+ Minors DNI

~Marauder’s all live and Harry is basically a newborn~

“Y/n can you hold him for a moment?” Lily asked as she walked towards her best friend.

Y/n smiled and held out her arms, ready to hold the young sleeping boy, cradling him to her own chest. She was completely entranced by him, slowly slipping into her thoughts and out of reality.

Thoughtlessly she travelled through the Potter’s house and sat on the couch, not once looking away from Harry. She hadn’t realised everyone had sat around her until someone reached out to her.

“Hey n/n? You okay baby?” Sirius spoke as he gently laid his hand on her shoulder, bringing her out of her thoughts.

“Hmm?” She asked, now staring at her lover.

“I asked if you were okay, you’ve been stuck in your thoughts about ten minutes now.” Sirius chuckled as Y/n blushed, slightly embarrassed at how long she’d been in her thoughts.

“So when can we expect a little one out of you two eh?” James broke the silence, he was sat on the arm chair slightly to the left of them with Lily sat on his lap and his arms around her middle.

“A mini Y/n would be utterly delightful.” Remus spoke as he stared at the unmarried couple.

“We aren’t even marri-“ Y/n was cut off as Sirius spoke up.

“Whenever she says she’s ready, I’m happy to start trying when she tells me.” Sirius winked at her after speaking.

His words replayed in her head, all she could do was stare at him, Sirius never had stated he’d wanted children and now this?

Y/n stood and padded over towards James and Lily, passing Harry over to them before going to sit next to Sirius once again.

She leaned her head on his shoulder, angling herself to lie against him with her legs over his own. Sirius smiled and kissed the crown of her head, holding her close to him.

“I’m not sure when we’ll have children.” Y/n spoke softly, her hand that was held between her and Sirius unconsciously moving to hold her stomach.

Sirius took note yet said nothing, opting to just hold her tighter. Everyone around nodded in understanding, changing the topic to any and everything.

Time flew by as their laughter filled the house, the five adults not having a care about anything going on in the outside world. Some time after the sun had set is when Remus bid his farewell, hugging all of his friends and placing a kiss on Harry’s forehead.

“We should get a move on too.” Sirius spoke, nodding in Lily and James’ direction before leading you both toward the front door.

“We’ll see you again soon.” Y/n spoke, grabbing her coat and reaching for the front door.

“We look forward to it, stay safe and goodnight.” Lily replied.

Y/n and Sirius walked with his arm around her waist, holding her close. They stayed in a comfortable silence for a short while before she spoke up.

“I didn’t know you wanted a family.” Y/n kept looking ahead, missing the shock that crossed Sirius’ face.

“I didn’t either until I met you, I thought James was all the family I needed but then you waltzed in and changed everything. I’d give anything so long as it meant I’d be yours for as long as you’d have me.” Sirius stopped walking, turning to face the woman he loves as she also came to a stop.

“Siri what are you doing?” She questioned, rolling her eyes before gasping, covering her mouth as tears welled in her eyes.

“Y/n L/N, you are the love I could’ve never asked for,” Sirius paused as he knelt down, reaching into one of his pockets, “I wish to spend the rest of our lives together, to make many memories, to travel and do whatever your heart desires, so please I ask, will you marry me?”

Sirius opened the little black velvet box, an antique ring that has clearly been passed down in the Black family, sat within.

Words failed her as she just nodded and leapt into his arms, kissing him passionately trying to convey her emotions into the kiss.

“I love you of course I’ll become your wife,” She radiated her happiness, “I have but one question, how on earth did you get this ring from your family?”

“Reggie.” He answered shortly, slipping the extravagant ring onto her finger, shockingly fitting near perfect.

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A few days had passed and they hadn’t yet told a soul, staying within the confines of their own home celebrating in their own way.

“Stop teasing please.” Sirius groaned, his hands tied to the headboard, their naked bodies grinding against one another.

She giggled in return, fingernails gently raking down his chest, leaning in she left soft fleeting kisses along his neck and jaw. Her hips slowly moving back and forth, his erection twitching against her heat.

“No, I like it when you beg.” Y/n whispered, sucking a hickey on his soft spot. Sirius’ moans filled the room, his hips bucking up into hers trying to get some more friction.

“Please Y/n, I fucking need you. Let me inside your tight cunt please baby.” Sirius whimpered as she lifted herself off of him, moving down his body and leaving kisses in her wake.

“Let me have a little more fun first.” She whispered, grabbing his cock by the base and giving it a firm squeeze.

His long length twitched once again, leaking some pre cum as she leaned in and licked from base to tip before taking his head in her mouth. Gently sucking and licking his tip she went no further than that, pumping the rest of him with her hand.

Y/n hummed and released his tip with a pop, crawling back onto his lap and pulling him into a fiery kiss, their tongues and teeth clashing as she lowered herself onto him, sitting herself snug onto his lap.

Sirius moaned as he finally got sheathed inside of her, the smallest of tears coming to his eyes from being so overstimulated.

“Poor Siri, let me make you come undone for me. I want you to paint my walls white.” Y/n whispered into his ear, licking the shell.

Sirius only nodded completely in a daze as she rode him, alternating between fast bouncing and slowly grinding. She was using him to chase her own climax and he knew it, revelling in knowing that and helping him reach his own climax faster.

Y/n held onto Sirius with one hand as she reached for her wand with the other, still riding him as she grabbed her wand undoing his binds before throwing her wand away once again.

“I’m close, make me cum.”

Her breathless pants and high pitched moans were all that left her body as Sirius flipped them, grabbing onto her hips and ramming himself inside of her at an ungodly fast pace.

His right hand slipping between their bodies and playing with her clit, drawing fast circle on it as he felt her pussy clench and throb with want around him.

His name leaving her like a prayer as she came around him, her legs shaking and even in her overstimulated state with her pleas of not being able to handle more, Sirius knew she could.

He didn’t stop or slow with his ministrations for a second, fucking her tired body straight into another high and still tubbing her abused clit.

By the time of her second orgasm, her clenching had Sirius spill himself into her. He slowed his thrusts down before coming to a stop, staring at her spent body before pulling out.

Watching his cum slip out of her cunt made him perplexed, loving the eighth and yet hating that it’s not staying inside and traveling to try and make a child.

Sirius groaned and reached between her legs and she squealed and tried to close them, his fingers pushing his seed back into her sensitive hole, making sure it is all out to good use before he leans down and starts lapping at her clit.

“Siri I can’t take anymore.. too much Fuck!” Despite her words she hand a smile on her face and spread her legs a little more.

“Oh I’m nowhere near done with you tonight my love and you will give me many more orgasms tonight.”

[onsunnyside]

Since Bunny Reader is picking up Hunter Curtis hobbies I feel like she’d try and be tough like him at times and get herself into trouble. Like why can I see her waking up earlier than curtis one morning and leaving the cabin saying she will get breakfast today and then ends up trapped in a ditch somewhere Curtis finds her all bruised and cut up and he doesn’t wanna admit that he had a freakin heart attack but he did HDIEIEKE

OMG YESS !!

And he patches you up, being so unlike his mean grumpy self and tucks you into bed because, “you need to rest, bunny, little things like you should be more careful out there.”

“Just wanted to help…”

Curtis sighs, gaze drifting over the bandage wrapped around your fingers. “You can help by staying out of trouble or at least telling me you’re leaving—”

“You don’t tell me when you’re going out.” Your ears perk up.

“Because I don’t have to. I can take care of myself.”

“But don’t have to!” You were here for him! “How can we work together if not fair?” You pout, kicking your feet and Curtis knows if you were standing, you’d stomp on the ground like you did whenever you were upset.

“Fine, I’ll tell you and you tell me from now on but no more sneaking out, got it?”

You sit up, the blanket falling to your lap as you hold out a hand. “You no more sneaking—got it?”

Curtis’ lip barely twitches, signs of the beginning of a smile before he nods once, shaking your hand. “Don’t forget this is still my house, which means my roof, my rules.”

“Blah, blah—now can we have breakfast? I didn’t find any food to bring back before fell in ditch.”

[americasass91]

Baby Fever

Hello lovelies! I hope everyone is well! This little fic is for the amazingly talented @buckyownsmylife​ 2k/Birthday Challenge! Which the theme for it was breeding kink. Which how could I not participate in that? Breeding kink just happens to be one of the biggest kinks I have(and i don’t even want kids, go figure) So I looked through my Masterlist and realized I didn’t have a breeding kink fic with Steve. Well, I can’t say that anymore!

Thank you for hosting this challenge you lovely, beautiful human! And congrats on the 2k!! You deserve that and so much more! I hope everyone enjoys!

Rating: Explicit (duh, it’s a breeding kink fic)

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: breeding kink(again, duh), Professor!Steve(I feel like he’s a warning all by himself, language, age gap, unprotected sex(I mean, it’s kind of implied but I’ll put the warning anyway)

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“How long do we have to stay at this thing?”

You help can’t but roll your eyes at your husband of 4 months. “I told you I’m not sure. It’s my niece’s 1st birthday party. You could’ve stayed home you know.”

Steve pulls up to your sister’s house and parks among the other vehicles in the front yard. “Yeah and give them even more reasons to hate me? No thanks.”

See, Steve wasn’t your family’s favorite person. It all has to do with the fact that he’s 10 years older than you and how you guys met, which was during your freshman year of college. You were the innocent student and he was your history professor.

The attraction was instant and very mutual between you two. But dating students at this particular university was frowned upon and Steve could have lost his job. So, you admired each other from afar….that is until the semester was over. You went to visit him in his office after your last class and he eagerly bent you over his desk and ruined you for any other future man you may have.

Well, that was 6 years ago now. Your family of course didn’t approve and thought he was just taking advantage of a young, naive student. Your mom was the first to come around when she noticed a change in your demeanor and how happy he made you. She talked some sense into your dad and he eventually backed off as well.  

It took until Steve put a ring on your finger for your sister to accept him. Although you know her and her friends still judged you two. You could tell by the looks you guys always got whenever around them. You learned to not let it bother you. Steve was amazing. He was attentive, caring, and he loved you with everything he had. The only flaw he had was that he didn’t want kids.

It almost made you consider not marrying him. You had always wanted kids. But, in the end you realized you wanted Steve for the rest of your life more than a baby. But he did adopt a kitten with you. So it’s a win, win.

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He gets out of the car and grabs the gift out of the trunk. You had gotten her an outfit that says ‘My aunt is cooler than your aunt’ and various toys that she would enjoy. Plus, being the book editor you were, you couldn’t not get her a book. So, you got her the very first Harry Potter book. When Steve saw you wrapping it with a questioning look, you told him it was never too early to start a child’s transition into being a Potterhead.

You skipped excitedly next to Steve as you made your way to the front door. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your enthusiasm. “You excited or something, sweetheart?”

After ringing the doorbell, you turn towards him. “Of course I am! I love my little niece!”

Truth was, you knew you were never going to have a baby of your own. So you poured all of your love and joy for a baby into your niece.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when your brother-in-law, Matt, answers the door.

“Mr. and Mrs. Rogers! Glad you made it! Come on in!” He ushers you 2 inside, helping you both hang your coats up in the hall closet. He then points to the obvious gift table. “You can just set that down there, Steve. And if you’d like, me and a bunch of the other husbands are downstairs in the basement watching the game. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

Steve looks at you, silently asking for permission. You give him a quick pecking the lips. “Go have fun. Just make sure to come back up for food and presents.”

As Steve heads downstairs with Matt, you can’t help but take in all the decorations. Little Miss Lindsey just happens to currently be obsessed with The Little Mermaid. So of course the theme is under the sea. Your sister really went all out. Streamers, balloons, and even mermaid figurines were everywhere. There’s even mermaid confetti on the tables.

You head in search of your sister and the birthday girl, one of which you find in the kitchen. “Hey sis! Need any help?”

Your sister, Rachel, turns from the hot dog sauce she’s stirring on the stove and gives you a big hug. “Oh, thank god you’re here! Can you grab the vegetable tray and potato salad out of the fridge and put them on that table over there?”

“Sure! Where’s Linds?” You ask as you grab the requested items out of the fridge.

Your sister returns to the sauce on the stove. “She’s still napping. I should be getting her up soon. Where’s Steve? He stay home? I know this isn’t really his thing.”

You take the plastic wrap off the potato salad and sit it amongst the smorgasbord of other food on the table. “Of course he’s here. He’s down in the basement with the other men.”

You sister lets out a sigh. “Yeah, I told Matt they could only watch until everybody got here. Ah, shit. I think I hear Lindsey crying.”

“I’ll get her!” Quickly jumping at the chance to see her.

“You sure? That would be great! The outfit I want her to wear is on the changing table. And can you do her hair up in the bow, too?”

“You got it!” You make your way down the hall towards Lindsey’s room, her crying getting louder. You open the door and see her sitting up in her crib. Her crying quiets the moment she sees you. She gets a big ole smile on her face and reaches out for you. “Hi, sweet girl! How is the birthday girl today?” You pick her up and give her a big hug. “How about we get you changed into your party outfit?” She just coos back at you in response.

You push her outfit aside and lay her down on the changing table. Quickly realizing she’s wet, you give her a fresh diaper. She attempts to ‘help’ as you try to change her into her party outfit. Which after it’s on her, she looks like a little mermaid. You quickly brush her hair and pull as much of it as you can into a ponytail on the top of her head and add the matching bow. You stand back a little from her and clap your hands. “What a pretty girl! Are you ready to join your party?” You pick her up and turn around to head out of the room. You’re surprised to see your husband standing in the doorway.

“Hey, I thought you were watching the game?” He shrugs his shoulders and walks towards you two. “I missed you.” He tickles Lindsey’s side, causing her to giggle. “Happy Birthday, little one.” You can’t help but feel your heart warm. That always happens anytime your husband interacts with a baby.

“I was just helping Rachel out by getting her ready. She seemed a little frazzled in the kitchen.” You turn your attention back to Lindsey. “Come on, sweet girl. Let’s go join your mommy in the kitchen!”

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The next hour goes by in a blur. You weren’t really paying attention to anyone else. All of yours on Lindsey. The only food she seemed to want was what was on your plate. You didn’t mind sharing. Then she got to ‘smash’ her cake. Which for Lindsey it meant taking delicate little bites from said cake, mostly of the icing. She did still manage to get it all down the front of her though. But that’s okay, Rachel of course had a back up outfit ready.

You had just polished off your hot dog when Rachel walked back into the room with a now clean Lindsey. Steve grabbed yours and his plates to go dispose of.

Rachel sat on the floor with Lindsey who immediately started crawling towards you. “I think you’re gonna have to join us, sis.”

You can tell it’s hurting Rachel’s feelings a little that Lindsey is so attached to you today. Nevertheless, you join them on the floor, placing Lindsey in your lap. “Ready to open presents, sweet girl?”

Rachel turns to Matt. “Honey, could you start handing out the presents please?”

He nods and goes to grab the first of many presents. He sits it down in front of Lindsey who immediately goes for the tissue paper. She doesn’t even seem to care about the present in the bag. You laugh and try to get her attention on the gift inside.

You look up and see everyone laughing at the birthday girl who only wants the tissue paper. You notice Steve towards the back of the crowd, only he’s not laughing. He’s giving you a look. You’ve seen that look before. It instantly sends a shiver down your spine and makes your panties wet. He wants you.

You try to give him a stern look. He shouldn’t be looking at you like that in the middle of your niece’s party. He puts his hands up in surrender.

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After taking almost 2 hours to open the rest of the gifts, Lindsey was a sleepy girl. You were sitting on the couch with Lindsey cuddled up into your chest. You were gently rocking her back and forth. You look over at your sister who was cleaning up the mess from the presents.

“I can go put her down for a nap, Rach. I don’t mind.”

“Thanks, sis. You seem to be her favorite person today so she’d probably scream if I tried to do it. Matt! Could you get a bottle ready for Lindsey so my sister can put her down for her nap?”

A few minutes later he comes out with the bottle and hands it to you.

You stand up and look over at Steve. “I shouldn’t be too long. Did you want to head out of here after I put her down? I know you still have those papers to grade.”

He nods. “Yeah, if you don’t mind. Thanks, sweetheart.”

You squeeze his bicep as you pass by him. “Of course not. Like I said, this shouldn’t take too long.” You glance at Lindsey and notice she’s having trouble keeping her eyes open.

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Just like you predicted, it only took Lindsey about 15 minutes to fall asleep. You take one last glance at her, your heart tugging a little, knowing you’ll never have one of your own.

You quietly close the door and don’t even take 2 steps before the door across the hall opens to reveal Steve. You look at him in confusion. “Babe? Why are you in the laundry room?”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he grabs your arm and pulls you into the room with him. He makes sure to shut the door behind him.

“Steve, what are you doing? I thought we were leaving?”

He pushes you to the front of the washing machine and presses himself up against you, immediately making you feel how hard he is. “Need you, baby.” He reaches around and starts undoing your jeans.

You start pushing his hands away and try to turn around. His hold on your waist tightens, stopping you.

“Steve, we are not doing this here. You can wait until we get home.”

You are suddenly pushed until your front is resting on the top of the washing machine, Steve covering his body with yours. He lets out a low growl in your ear. “This” he presses his bulge more firmly against your ass “is your fault. So, you’re going to help me with it.”

You turn your head to the side as he pushes your jeans over the curve of your ass. “Me? What the fuck did I do? I haven’t even really talked to you today. Been with Lindsey all day.”

He fastens his pace in removing his own jeans, only lowering them enough to free his aching cock. He lands a smack to your panty covered ass. “Exactly. Made me so hard watching you with the baby. Made me think what it’d be like if we had one. What you’d look like swelled with my kid. Knew I had to have you.”

You managed to push him back far enough to stand up straight and turn around to face him. “Steve, I’m not going to let you fuck me in my sister’s laundry room.” He launches at you, trapping your body between his and the washing machine. “It’s cute that you think you’re in charge. Now, I’m going to fuck a baby into you. And I can either do that here or I’ll take you out in the living room where everyone is and bend you over there.”

Fuck. These panties are officially fucked. Still, you have questions. “I thought you didn’t want kids, Steve? Plus I’m on the pill.”

His face turns soft for a second. He cups your cheek in his left hand. “I didn’t think I did. But seeing you with her today? Now that’s all I want, all I can think about. You with our baby. You’d be the best mother. And you’ll just stop taking your pill. Starting today. We’ll keep trying until it takes. Is this something you’re even still wanting?”

You grab onto his wrist and push your cheek against his palm. “Of course it is.” You turn back around and bend over the washer. You lower your panties to your knees and shake your ass in his direction. “Well? What are you waiting for? Fuck a baby into me, Steve.”

He growls and closes the distance between you. He grabs the base of his cock and rubs the tip through your dripping folds. “Don’t have time to stretch you out first, sweetheart. And I’m really worked up, so this will probably be quick.”

You push back against him, eager to get him inside you already. “Don’t care. Just please, fuck me Professor Rogers.” You knew that’d get him.

“Fuck.” Is the only warning you get before he buries himself in you to the hilt. He just gets his hand over your mouth before your moan escapes your throat.

He only gives you a second to adjust to his size before he starts a bruising pace. After a few thrusts, he removes his hand from your mouth and smacks your ass. He feels you clench around him. “Yeah? You like when your professor fucks you?”

You quickly nod your head. “Yeah. You fuck me so good. Need your cum. Need you to fill me up.”

Steve quickens his pace even more if that’s possible. He moves his left hand off your hip and moves it around you to find your clit. He presses quick circles against it. “Need you to cum first, sweetheart. Need to feel you squeeze me.”

You start pushing back to meet his thrusts. You can feel the coil inside you ready to snap. You just need a little something more.

Steve leans over you and starts pressing kisses up your spine, his pace never faltering. Once he reaches your shoulder, he bites down lightly. He moves his mouth next to your ear. “Come on, sweetheart. Cum for your professor. Then I’ll fill you up nice and full, get you pregnant. Cum for me, Y/N.”

You press your face into the crook of your elbow to muffle your scream as you cum undone on his cock. Your orgasm triggers his. He cums with a quiet shout as he fills you full of his spend, some of it leaking out around him. He gives a few more shallow thrusts before stopping and catching his breath.

He rubs his hands up and down your back. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You turn your head so you can look at him. “Mmm, i’m great.” You can’t help but let out a little giggle, feeling drunk on sex.

Steve smiles down at you and moves his hand until it’s resting on your lower stomach. “I hope it worked.” He slowly pulls out and watches as his cum starts leaking out of your pussy. He quickly scoops it up and pushes it back inside, causing a whimper to escape your lips. “Sorry, sweetheart. Can’t let any of it go to waste.”

Once he’s sure he’s got it all, he quickly pulls your panties back into place. He stands you up and turns you around to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you so much, thank you for being mine.”

You give him a big smile. “I love you, too. And thank you for picking me.” You bend down to pull up your jeans, Steve mirroring your actions. Once you’re both redressed, you wrap your arms around his neck and press a firm kiss to his lips.

“Now, let’s hurry up and get home. Want you to fill me up again.” You give him a wink and turn to head out the door. “You coming?”

He smirks as he starts following you out. “Oh, I will be.”

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[when-worlds-end-archive]

I Don’t Want You To Go

A/N - I haven’t posted here in a while but I’m back and itching to write some stuff about our favorite spider-bros. Yes, I read through the script for this (and changed/skipped a couple things) and no, I wasn't prompted to do this.

Pairing(s) : Peter Parker TASM x Reader

Summary : While you and your friends are trying to save the city from the villains of the multiverse, you also find yourself fighting internally over your feelings for Peter 3.

Warning(s) : Fluffy floof with a side of angstttttttt...

Word count : 8,008

Your hands shook in your lap as you sat in Ned’s Lola’s house, Ned and MJ skittish along with you as the news plays in the background. Ned continued to check his phone per MJ’s request but you knew he was wasting time, a text would be the last thing on Peter’s mind after everything that had happened.

You couldn’t believe that May was dead. It didn’t feel real, none of this felt real, but when you pinched yourself... you could feel it. You knew you couldn’t deny the truth but that didn’t top you from wanting to as tears begin to fall from your eyes.

You’d known May since you were little, she’d been like another mother to you ever since you’d met Peter at the beginning of Middle School. Always packing extra snacks in his backpack for you, always inviting you over for dinner or a movie, she even let you sleep over whenever your parents were screaming at each other. You couldn’t help but mourn for her. And if this was the loss you were feeling, the pain in your chest almost too much to bear, you couldn't even begin to imagine what Peter was going through.

“Still nothing?” MJ asked as she stared at Ned, Ned checking his phone once more and shaking his head. Her voice shook with fear but she was staying strong, likely for Peter, and maybe a bit for you as she knew how close you and May were.

“No.”

You mentally curse the public for continuing to view Peter as a villain, as the Spider-Menace, when he’s the sweetest boy you’ve ever known. He was the boy who gave you half his chocolate chip cookie when Flash had stolen yours. He’d done nothing wrong, he’d been taken advantage of and framed, and like everything else good in this world, he was destroyed. Everything he loved had been taken from him, everything but you three.

“I’m going to press it,” MJ muttered, turning to the device that glowed on the table, the device that had ruined everything. It’s green glow both inviting and foreboding.

“No,” you mumble, speaking for the first time since you entered the house. The two turn to you, surprised that you’d say anything. You weren’t much of a talker, preferring to remain quiet when other people were around, only speaking up when you were with Peter, Ned, and MJ.

“I know he told me to wait, but... I’m gonna do it,” MJ reiterated, her hand moving towards the box. You swatted it away with a warning glance she took seriously. You weren’t openly passionate about a lot of things, even with them, so this issue was very important to you and she had to take your opinion and feelings into account.

“I just wish... I just wish we could see him,” Ned says as he gestures around, the gold Sling Ring glinting on his fingers. Before him, a small circle of sparks begin to appear but fizzle out when he stops moving his hands.

“Ned?” You ask as you stare at the sparks, watching them disappear as fast as they’d appeared. Hope sparked deep inside you as you got an idea, maybe Peter wasn't so lost to you three, “do it again, maybe we can see him. Maybe we can find him.”

“Yeah,” Ned responds, beginning to make circular motions with his hands again.

“I just wish we could see him.” Just like before, a small circle of sparks appear, but no portal. Not yet at least. The three of you look at each other excited, coming to the same conclusion at the same time, you needed direction, something specific.

“I just wish we could see Peter!” This time, a portal appeared and you three saw a figure standing in a dark alley.

“Woah...,” Ned mutters, staring at the portal, at what he’d done. The three of you too stunned to move.

“Salamangkero!” His Lola exclaims to Ned as they look at each other, her sudden appearance scaring you slightly as you jumped towards MJ.

“Lola, you’re right! I am magic.” Ned exclaims, getting excited.

MJ and you stare at the portal, squinting. The red and blue spandex, the spider on their chest, it had to be Peter. No one else had a suit like his, no one could recreate the suit he had, not even the best of cosplayers.

“Peter!” You both exclaim, the figure hearing you and running towards you. That’s when you realize his suit was different, the darkness having hid the differences. The spider on his chest had longer legs, the suit had a more distinctive web pattern, and it wasn't ripped or bloodied from battle like it should have been. This wasn't Peter, it couldn’t be, not unless he changed his suit, which you doubted.

Lola screamed and threw a pillow at the man as he jumped through the portal and into the room with you. Your breath hitched as she does so, moving even closer to MJ who takes your hand and gives it a small squeeze in silent support.

“Hi... hi!” The man exclaims, “no, no, no... it's okay, it’s okay, it’s okay. I’m a nice guy.” His voice was deep, and it sounded kind, like he wasn't a threat. But you couldn’t be sure, not yet. You hadn’t been so willing to trust a “superhero” recently, not after Mysterio ruined Peter’s life, and in conjunction, ruined part of you and your friend’s lives too.

Not until he pulled off his mask and revealed the most attractive man you’d ever seen. The fluffy hair, the sharp jaw and features, the kind look in his eyes, he was everything you liked compiled into one person and you didn't know how to respond. Luckily for you, MJ responded for the three of you.

“Who the hell are you?” MJ asked, staring at the man with distrust. Her words snapped you out of your stupor, reminding yourself that this man was impersonating one of your best friends. You didn’t want to believe that he was a bad guy but there normally wasn't a good reason as to why a person would pretend to be someone else.

“I’m Peter Parker.” He responds, and as much as you want to believe him, you can’t. He’s not Peter Parker, Peter Parker looked nothing like this tall man in front of you. It’s impossible.

“That’s not possible.” MJ responds, echoing your thoughts as she sizes up the intruder. “I am Spider-Man... in my world. But then yesterday, I was... I was just here,” he muttered, turning around to gawk at the portal Ned had made. “My world”, you didn’t know what did he meant by that.

“Wow... string theory, multidimensional reality and matter displacement... All real?” He asks, to which you responded this time, finally understanding what had happened. All these villains, this new Peter Parker, it had to be the multiverses coming together.

“It would seem so,” you mumble softly, drawing his attention, “seeing as you’re here.” You could feel his gaze on you, intense but in a good way, making you blushed and looks away, your friends noticing but making no comment.

“This has to be because of the spell.” Ned concludes, the three of you nodding. That was the only explanation, it was the only reason you could think of as to why this was happening. And if villains could appear out of nowhere, so could another Peter. You guessed. “’The spell?’ Like magic spell?” He asks, overhearing the conversation between you three.

“Magic’s real here too?” The three of you shake your heads fast, denying the fact that magic was real because it didn't seem to be real in his world. Any bit of knowledge about your world that he learned could seriously complicate things. It was in every time travel book you’d ever read, and while the situation wasn’t entirely the same, the same rules likely still applied.

“Prove it.” MJ suddenly turns to the Spider-Man.

“Prove what?” He responds, a confused look on his face. It was cute.

“That you’re Peter Parker.” You add on, wanting him to prove it as well, wanting to believe that he wasn't just another person trying to ruin your best friend’s life even more.

“I don’t carry an I.D. with me. You know, it kind of defeats the whole ‘anonymous superhero’ thing.” He explains, making a whole lot of sense. “Your” Peter didn't carry around an I.D. either. It was too much of a risk to have during a fight.

MJ, still skeptical, grabs a Yama roll and chucks it at the man. He doesn’t move as it bounces off his chest and rolls along the floor. You want to laugh at the sight but you hold it back, knowing it wasn't the time to break out in laughter. It wouldn’t be time to laugh for a long time.

“Why’d you do that?” He asked, rather confused.

“I was trying to see if you have the tingle thing.” She responds.

“I have the tingle thing, just not for bread.” At that response, you let out a soft laugh, the three other people in the room turning to look at you.

“Sorry, sorry,” you mumble shyly, blushing at the attention, mostly his, “I couldn’t help it. I know it’s an inappropriate time.”

MJ smiled slightly before grabbing another Yama roll.

“Can you not throw the bread again? You're a deeply mistrusting person... and I respect you it.” He holds out his hand in a “stop” motion, jumping up and sticking to the ceiling with his other hand. With that, you and Ned believed him, but MJ wasn’t so convinced.

“Crawl around,” MJ orders, to which the other Peter shook his head.

“This is plenty,” he responds. “No it’s not.” MJ fires back, sending them on a mini tangent.

“Yes, it is.”

“No it's not.”

“It is.”

“Nu uh.”

“How do I stick to the ceiling?!” He exclaims, asking a fair question. Sadly for him, it didn’t convince MJ who threw the roll anyway and reloaded another.

“Ned,” Ned’s Lola asks, beginning to speak in Tagalog, pointing to the Spider-Man. You didn't understand anything she was saying but you loved hearing any spoken language that wasn’t your own.

“My Lola is asking if you could just get the cobweb,” he translates, “There. Since you’re, like, up there?”

“Yeah,” Peter responds, gripping onto the ceiling and crawling along it until he reached the cobwebs, swatting it away with his hands. You didn't know if it was Ned’s Lola’s plan but either way, it got him to crawl, which hopefully would convince MJ that he was Peter Parker. “We good?” He asks, dropping down.

“For now,” MJ responds, still a bit skeptical but finally believing that he was Peter Parker slash Spider Man. Just not yours.

The portal behind him closes just as quickly as it had opened, Ned and MJ discussing the use of portals to find your Peter, and you thinking about the Peter in front of you.

He was different, slightly older, but still had some characteristics of your Peter. It made you smile wistfully because you were scared for your Peter, you were scared for your practically brother so much that your chest ached. You were so deep in your thoughts and worries that you didn't notice the other Peter walking over to you until he finally spoke.

“Who are you guys?” He asks, scaring you a bit but getting your attention all the same.

“Oh gosh,” You mumble as he utters quiet apologizes, “I’m Y/N, the boy who opened the portal is Ned, and the girl who throws bread is MJ. We’re your, the other you’s, best friends.”

“Ah,” he nods, the air turning awkward as you two searched for what to say. You weren’t good with new people, it was something your Peter and the others knew very well. They would talk and you would observe, a system you quite liked. “So how did you even get here? Did you just regain consciousness in this world? Did you walk through a portal? Did you get teleported? Am I asking too many questions? I’m asking to many questions,” to which you got a laugh out of him as he shook his head.

“No, no teleportation or portal, at least not that I know of. I just sort of, appeared in your world I think.” He responds, to which you nod. That made sense, asking about a portal was stupid as Ned’s seemed like the first one he'd ever seen.

“Makes sense,” you say, “did it scare you?”

“Somewhat, but it was mostly weird. I wasn’t were I was supposed to be, I was somewhere completely different but, not at the same time. There were things I didn't recognize that seemed to just appear. And of course the people going after your Peter went after me.” He answered, making you feel bad for him. No one deserved the amount of hate Peter was getting, especially not the two who hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Hmm,” you hummed, taking in his features. His fluffy brown hair stuck up in random places, his jaw was well defined, as was his nose, and his lips looked so soft. It took you a while to realize you were staring which made you turn into a blushing apologetic mess.

“Sorry,” you mumble, “I didn't mean to stare. I’m just a quiet person, I observe, I don’t talk a lot.” To which he shook his head.

“I don’t mind,” he responds, as Ned begins to open another portal. You both turn your head, watching curiously from the side as a man steps through. This wasn't your Peter either, he was too old for that, older than the first Peter by a few years.

“Great, it’s just some random guy.” Ned complains, upset that this wasn’t your Peter either.

“Hello. Um, I hope it’s okay, I just came through this, uh...,” he says as the portal closes behind him, looking around at his surroundings, “oh. It just closed.”

“You're Peter?” MJ asks.

“Yeah. Peter Parker. I... I’ve seen you two...,” he says as Ned’s Lola blushes and waves. He waves back kindly but awkwardly, exactly like your Peter would if he was in the same situation. It made your heart ache at the memory of Peter meeting you, that awkward boy who’d come to be part of your found family.

He pauses his statement as he notices the other Spider-Man in the room, the two sizing each other up. Peter pushes you behind him as the second Peter, who you deemed Parker, tensed.

“Wait, he’s... He’s not your friend.” Parker mutters, and everything begins to slow down for you. You never believed in this phenomenon but you also didn’t quite believe the multiverse theory until a second Peter was sticking to the ceiling. You were a “until I see it with my own two eyes, I won’t believe it” kind of girl, and right now, you were believing.

Peter shoots his web-slinger towards Parker who dodges it quickly before firing his own shot that Peter dodges just as quickly. Parker fires off another shot at Peter’s web-slingers, and this one hits, sticking and stopping him from firing again.

“Wait, so you’re Spider-Man too. Why didn't you just say that?” Parker asks.

“Okay, Peter, this is Parker. Parker, Peter,” You exclaim quickly, wanting to skip the long introductions in order to find your best friend. All this web slinging was making you more and more worried for your Peter who was still out there in the dark, dealing with May’s death all alone.

“Parker?” Parker asks, slightly confused as to when he received that nickname.

“Why the last name for him and the first name for me?” Peter asked softly, bumping her shoulder teasingly.

“It's just easier that way,” she bumps him back, “would you rather I call you thing 1 and thing 2?” To which both men shake their head.

“That’s what I thought.” She finished, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall.

After that, Ned’s Lola enters the room and gives a long and passionate speech in Tagalog about the men cleaning up their messes, before she heads off to bed. The men then spend a few minutes cleaning up their webbing, a sight that gets a soft laugh from you as it looks rather comical.

“Uh, this might seem kinda weird, but... I’ve been trying to find your friend ever since I got here. I just have this sense that... that he needs my help,” Parker says to you guys.

“Our help,” Peter adds as he joins into the conversation. You smile softly at him, happy to see at least someone else wanting to genuinely help Peter. You didn't know why you were just smiling at him when they both wanted to help so you turned your smile towards Parker, not noticing the darker look on Peter's face when he sees you turn away.

“He does.” You say quietly, “and um... we’re kind of, all he has... right now...”

“Well, uh, is there some place that he might go that has meaning to him? Like a place where he would go to just...” Parker began.

“Get away from everything?” Peter finished, both of them nodding at each other in confirmation.

“For me, it was the top of of the Chrysler building.” Parker muttered, remembering his spot fondly.

“Empire State. It’s just... it's a better view,” Peter states, also thinking of his spot.

Suddenly you and your friends come to a conclusion, you knew where he'd go. It was the place you’d spent hours at, doing homework, talking about “nerd” things, avoiding Flash. It was your safe haven. He’d go to the roof of Midtown High, he’d always go there.

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After the heart to heart between the three Peters, something neither you, nor Ned, nor MJ would every understand, you stood within the lab, everyone working on the plan to cure the villains. It wasn't perfect, but it was the best you could do with the limited resources and time you had.

Your Peter had assigned himself Dillon and Marko, Peter had assigned himself Connor’s as he’d already cured him once, and Parker assigned himself Osborn’s after a weird look from your Peter.

You couldn’t understand how he was feeling about curing the man who killed his aunt but you know he would do it, because that’s the sort of guy your Peter was, always wanting to help people. In all honesty, even you were skeptical about curing the Green Goblin after all the pain he’d caused your family and and the other two Peters. It made your blood boil, and not in a good way.

While Ned spoke with Parker and MJ spoke with your Peter, you decided to speak with Peter. You made your way over slowly, shyly, not used to approaching people first.

“So,” you mumbled softly, “you’ve cured Connor before?” Your question caught him off guard as he hadn't expected you to ask it. He'd expected you to simply observe as you seemed to enjoy, but he enjoyed your engagement with what he was doing.

“Yeah, I did it once,” he responds softly, continuing to mix chemicals and work on his antidote.

“That’s really cool,” you smile softly, watching his hands as they work, feeling a pull towards him that you couldn't explain. You never started conversations, never, and you knew that your friends would comment on it if they ever heard. Unknowing to you, they did.

You didn’t know why, but for some reason, he was different. You would approach him for conversation, you would talk to him first, and it frustrated you because you didn't know why. You wanted to know why, but you also didn’t care all that much. You just like talking with him.

“I suppose,” he brushes it off, his blush going unnoticed by you.

“It is, it's really cool. You cured a villain, you saved his life and thousands of others.” You repeated, not wanting him to brush off the compliment for some reason.

“But I couldn't save the person who mattered the most to me,” he muttered so quietly you almost didn't catch it. But you knew that that was his loss, his Uncle Ben, his Aunt May, the loss that crippled him.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble softly, shying away, “I didn’t know.”

You felt stupid for saying what you said, for throwing him right back into his grief after he had obviously done his best to climb out of it. You fiddled with your hands, picking at your skin, before he grabbed your hands.

“It’s okay,” he told you softly, “I’m okay, I promise.”

You nod slowly, not believing him but knowing it isn't your place to question it. You’re about to walk away when he starts talking.

“I couldn’t save her, when she fell,” His voice is shaky as he explains, “she was the most important person in my life and I couldn’t save her.”

So he’d lost his version of MJ, which meant he lost who he loved most. He lost the person who would patch him up, who would be waiting up for him after patrols, who would calm him down after a bad day or a bad fight, who would make him smile at the stupidest things, who was his everything,

You stare at him, your expression soft as you hug him, another first for you. Why you hugged him, you also didn't know, but you were and you didn't care. You felt the need to offer him comfort, something he probably hadn’t felt in a long time from what you’d gathered.

“It wasn’t your fault,” you mumble, moving to try and get his attention as he looks away, “but you don't know that... do you?”

“It was my fault. If I had done more...”

“You still wouldn’t have been able to save her. You did your best Peter, I may not know you, but I know you did your best.” You interrupt, not letting him blame himself for a second longer. You knew that road.

“Don’t go down that road, wondering what you could have changed isn’t healthy. Wondering what you could have done differently isn’t healthy. Wondering about the different outcomes isn’t healthy. What happened, happened, and you can’t change that. You also shouldn't blame yourself for it, it happens to everyone at some point.” To which he nods.

“You can't save everyone,” she gestures around the room, “Look around you, neither could any of us. Parker couldn’t save Uncle Ben, our Peter couldn’t save Aunt May, and Ned, MJ, and I couldn’t save our Peter from everything that’s happened to him.”

“We’re all doing our best, including you. And you three have saved a lot of lives, countless lives. Try not to forget that,” you finishes, letting it settle in as he gives you a small smile, something you returns with a soft smile of your own.

“Thank you,” he mutters softly, looking a little brighter than before. You wished you could freeze time, to stay in this moment, where he looks just a little bit unburdened.

“Could I have another hug,” he asks softly, “I haven't had one in a long time.”

You nod, “always,” standing on your tip toes and wrapping your arms around his neck. His arms circle your waist slowly, tightly, pressing you to his chest gently, his large form cradling your body. You’d never had a hug like this and you hated yourself for wanting to pull him back when it finally ended. But now wasn't the time.

“Peter,” Ned called out, causing Peter to turn his head towards the boy at the computer, all three of them starting to respond before apologizing to each other.

“Peter, Peter...,” Ned tried again, the three Peters saying they’re all called Peter.

“And this is why I nicknamed you Peter and him Parker,” you laugh softly at Ned’s failure to get the right Peter’s attention, bumping Peter’s shoulder, teasing him for earlier when he questioned your nicknaming.

“Peter Parker?” Ned tried, getting the same response.

“And what about your Peter?” He asks mischievously.

“I’ll just call him our Peter.” You responded, smiling at your tiny victory when he nods in agreement.

“It’s uh... the computer!” Finally Ned got it through to your Peter as he moves towards his laptop to check the diagnostic results of the cures.

He says his cures are ready, the other two Peter’s saying they're ready too, and the plan begins to take form. Your Peter would lure all the villains to the Statue of Liberty with the box and they’d cure them as they come. The only problem Peter could think of was how everyone would get there, to which Ned explains that he has magic, everyone nodding and agreeing.

“Yeah, he’s right. He can.” You add.

“No way!” Your Peter exclaims.

“Yeah! And I promise you, I won’t turn into a super villain and tru to kill you.” Ned responds, getting a back pat from Peter who stands beside you. His arm brushes yours as it falls from Ned’s back, a blush forming on your face that you think no one notices.

“Okay... thank you?” Your Peter says, “Um, all right. Here goes nothing.”

“What's the thing you always say : ‘Expect disappointment and...,” Peter starts, trying to quote MJ’s classic line.

“No, no, no... we’re gonna kick some ass.” MJ interrupts.

“Cure. Cure some ass.” Parker corrects.

“Cure some ass.” You add, laughing softly at his correction.

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“I hate this,” you mumble as you stand within the classroom, the portal to the Statue of Liberty open for when Peter would throw the box to MJ. The air blowing through it was brisk and cold with a hint of salt that tangled into your hair. 

You could just barely make out the silhouettes of the heroes and their respective villains as they worked in perfect tangent. It had taken a bit of time but they really seemed to be acting as a team now, helping each other rather than getting in each other’s way.

Even so, you didn't want to just sit around waiting as the Spider-Men were fighting for their lives and the safety of everyone else’s. Even though they told you not to join the fight, you were itching to. You hated feeling helpless, useless, it was a feeling you never wanted to experience again.

“I do too, but we can't do what they do,” MJ tells you gently, giving you a gentle hug as she stares through the portal, worried about her boyfriend. You were worried about your Peter too, but you were worried for the other two Peters just as much.

“What if they can't do it?” You mumble, feeling anxiety creep up into your chest. The sharp pain you hadn’t felt for a while returning deep within you, creeping upon you as your head made you imagine what things would be like if they failed.

“They can do it.” MJ states firmly, not letting your fears get to you as she continued to mutter soft reassurances into your hair. Her arms are a welcomed feeling as they stay wrapped around your shoulders, supporting you. She was the big sister you’d always wanted, and you were the little sister she always wanted.

You nod, slowly beginning to believe that they could pull it off. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe in them, you really did, it was just the fact that they were going up against multiple villains at the same time, something none of them had ever experienced before. But they seemed to be pulling it off, a sight that brought a smile to your face every time they, mainly Peter, swung by the portal.

“What’s got you smiling that way,” MJ asked in her classic MJ way, quizzical and questioning, always knowing something you didn’t expect her to know.

“What way?” You asked softly, tilting your body to the left get a better view of the Spider-Men as they swung around the statue.

“You know what I mean, you and Peter 3.” She mused, noticing how you were dodging the question by using another question, something you often did when you were trying to hide something.

“There’s nothing going on between me and Peter three,” you respond, hoping she would notice how quickly you answered the question. But of course she did, she was MJ and she knew you like the back of her hand.

“Okay, there’s technically nothing there,” you start off before being cut off.

“But you want there to be.” She finishes for you.

“MJ, now isn’t the time. They’re out there fighting for the lives of this entire city, ours included.” You try to reason with her, still dodging the question.

“You didn’t say no,” she smiled mischievously, having got you. Knowing when to cut your losses, you sigh in defeat and nod.

“Okay, maybe I do wish there was,” you begin, “but there isn’t. And there never will be. He has to go home at some point, it would never work.” As you speak, you realize how true those words are. He would be going home, and you’d be here, you’d never see him again. Anything with him was dangerous.

Thankfully you were dragged from your spiraling thoughts as your Peter swung towards you.

“MJ! Head’s up!” Peter yells as he throws the box through the portal.

Due to your positioning, you’re the one that lunges forwards to catch the box, MJ’s arms falling from around you as you clutch the box close to your chest. It radiates with power and you almost drop it before securing your grip on it.

“Got it! Close it!” You exclaim as Ned begins to try and close it with no success.

“Uh... Ned, it’s not closing.” MJ mutters, your anxiety beginning to spike as you notice the lizard man spotting you with the box in hand. You begin to back away from the portal, desperately trying to pull MJ with you as he makes his way towards you.

“Um, guys...,” you try to get their attention.

“Okay, wait, wait... wait...Yeah... wait... We’ll just keep going,” Ned speaks over you.

“Guys,” you try again.

“All right, all right, we got it, we got it... we got this!” Ned speaks over you again.

“Guys!” You exclaim, gesturing to the lizard now crawling quickly towards the portal and you three. You can't seem much in the dark but the light of the portal reflects off his long claws and teeth as he lunges at you.

You dodge quickly, doing your best to keep something between you and the lizard at all times. Lab equipment and beakers come crashing down to the ground behind you, chairs and tables being destroyed in his violent wake.

You can see that MJ and Ned had already exited the portal onto the scaffolding of the statue and you followed them as quickly as you could. You finally feel your feet hitting the metal as you sprint full speed ahead through the portal, weaving around the metal bars trying to lose him.

Your Peter notices the three of you running away from the lizard, yelling out as he slams into the lizard, tackling him and buying you guys some time to get further away.

You don’t get far before the lizard slams your Peter down hard into the scaffolding, continuing to chase you. As you run around the tower, Ned tries desperately to open a portal to anything, anywhere. Finally a portal opens, a portal to the bottom of New York Bay, sending a huge wave of water at the lizard, knocking him back as scaffolding falls around him.

The lizard stops as the water blocks him from getting to you three, your Peter swinging in and kicking him backwards.

“MJ,” he yells, indicating to her to throw him the cure, which she does. They watch as their Peter shoves it into the lizards mouth, releasing the gas that transforms the lizard back into a man.

“Woah!” Ned exclaims, impressed as the lizard staggers to the ground, slowly turning back into a man.

“We’ve got to hide this thing,” you say to Ned and MJ who nod immediately, Ned trying to make another portal. You feel a warm dessert breeze as a glaring Dr. Strange steps out of the portal.

“Where is he?” He asks, using magic to get the box from you.

“Wait!” You and MJ exclaim together.

“Before you do anything Mister... Doctor Strange, sir... Peter’s plan is working,” you desperately say as Dr. Strange looks around mystified, spotting the lizard man slowly turning back into Mr. Conners.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” He answers, surprised by what the Spider-Men were accomplishing. Part of you wanted to berate him about underestimating your Peter but at the same time, it was him who got everyone into this situation in the first place.

“Did you just open a portal?” Dr. Strange finally turns to Ned.

“Yes... yes, sir. I did.” He responds nervously, fiddling with the Sling Ring on his fingers.

“Hmmmm...,” Dr. Strange mutters, rather impressed by Ned’s abilities, giving Ned an approving nod. A nod that Ned would likely never forget.

He then proceeds to portal away to the crown on the Statue of Liberty, the box in his hands. Your Peter jumps down in front of him trying to convince him not to press the button as their plan is working. He introduces the other two Spider-Men to a very done Dr. Strange, and right as he’s about to press the button, a voice calls out.

“Can the Spider-Man come out to play?” The green goblin asks evilly, the last villain they had to cure. He appears on his glider, the one that killed Aunt May. He glides around quickly, throwing bomb after bomb after bomb at everything in sight.

Dr. Ock springs into action, grabbing bombs out of Dr. Strange’s path. You, Ned, and MJ safe as he hasn't noticed you three yet, focusing instead on the heroes trying to stop him.

During the chaos, Green Goblin manages to steal the box from Dr. Strange, beginning to glide away. Before he can however, one of Doc Ock’s tentacles grabs his glider, keeping him in place as Dr. Strange uses magic to grab the box back.

It doesn't take long for the Spider Men to sense something's wrong.

“Strange, no...!” Your Peter yells as the box suddenly explodes, the unstable spell sending a shockwave through everything around it. The shockwave ripples through Captain America’s shield, making it creak and fall into the scaffolding, breaking and bending everything around you.

You manage to dodge the debris but don't realize the scaffolding beneath you crumbling until you begin falling. Ned and MJ manage to grab onto a bent pole, but you don’t. You reach for MJ as she reaches for you but you continue to fall as your fingers just barely graze each other’s, a scream ripping from your mouth.

Your Peter, hearing your scream, dives after you. He’s so close, your fingers are touching, but the Green Goblin’s glider slams into him, knocking him away from you as the Green Goblin laughs maniacally.

As you fall, you realize that you were going to die. Your life didn’t flash before your eyes but everything slowed down once more as you took in what you believe to be the last moments of your life before you slammed into the pavement below you. No one could save you. No one but Peter.

He leaps into action, swinging down towards you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He webs a not broken part of the scaffolding before gently landing on the ground, you held tightly in his arms.

“Are you okay?” He asks, emotions rolling off him and onto you when you realize that he had finally done what he couldn’t do in the past. He’d redeemed himself, he’d caught you, he’d saved your life.

“Yeah, I’m okay, Peter,” you mumble, pressing your face into his neck, still getting over the feeling of free falling, still getting over the feeling of accepting your death. You were so close to death, so close to making your Peter grieve another loss, but you couldn't dwell on that.

“Are you okay?” You asks softly, pulling away just enough to see his tear-stained face as he nods in affirmation. He’s okay, even though he’s crying, he’s okay. It's happy tears.

He gently lets you go, even though you both want to hold on.

“You should go,” you says softly, “ they need your help right now.”

“Bu...,” he begins but you cuts him off.

“No buts,” you says, placing his hand above your heart, “still here, and I’ll be here after. Go find them.” With that, he nods, kissing the top of your head and swinging off to go help the other Peters.

You stand there for a few moments, shocked by the kiss. It was your first kiss from a boy, even if it was only on the forehead. And it was from him, of all people. 

You smile softly to yourself as you begin to look for Ned and MJ, walking around the base of the statue, climbing over fallen debris and piles of tarp, calling out for your friends. You see them standing at the base, likely looking for you.

“Ned! MJ!” You call out as you spot them, running towards them. They hear your shouts, yelling your name before running to meet you. The three of you crash into a group hug as you three mutter reassurances that you’re all fine.

You finally release each other when you hear your Peter calling MJ’s name from the edge of the shield. You watch as he then turns on Green Goblin, attacking him with all the pent up rage he has from May’s death.

Green Goblin breaks free, releasing his arm blades and swinging them at your Peter who dodges with ease. Your Peter gains the upper hand, using it to bash him into the ground, violently punching him.

“He’s going to kill him,” you whisper softly, scared for Peter as you watch him pummel Green Goblin, “he’s going to kill him.”

You sigh in relief when Parker gets in front of the glider, successfully stopping your Peter from killing Norman along with the Green Goblin. But your relief soon turns to horror when the Green Goblin stabs Parker in the back, Parker stumbling to the ground.

The Green Goblin continues to taunt your Peter but it doesn't get through this time. You watch as Peter throws the cure to your Peter, your Peter jabbing it into the Green Goblin’s neck, successfully curing the last of the villains.

Norman looks around in shock and distraught at what he’s done but Parker seems to be okay as he leans on both Peter’s. You heard something about, “I’ve been stabbed before,” and rolled your eyes. Spider-Men.

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Finally, after everything's settled, your Peter swings over to you three, dropping down and immediately being pulled into a group hug. You sigh contently, happy to have your family in your arms, safe and sound.

“You’re okay,” MJ says softly, looking at him affectionately, a look reserved for only him. She would look at you and Ned with affection but her looks for him were always something special, a little crack in her facade.

“Are you okay?” He asks you three, pulling away from the hug just enough to ask the question.

“Yeah, we’re okay,” you respond softly, ruffling his hair and smiling.

“Um, we should go, right?” MJ asks him, beginning to tug you in a random direction, assuming Ned or Dr. Strange would get you all home.

“You’re gonna forget who I am.” Peter says abruptly.

You stare at him, trying to gauge if you heard him wrong but deep down you know you didn't. Forget Peter? No, you could never forget him, not with all those years and all those memories. Would you? Would they just be gone? Just like that?

“What?” Ned asks, looking to your Peter for an explanation.

“Forget who you are, what are you talking about?” MJ asks.

“It’s okay. I’m going to come and find you, and I’ll explain everything,” your Peter says with conviction, “I’ll make you remember me, and it’ll be like none of this every happened. Okay?”

You feel panic rising in you as MJ asks all the questions you wanted to say but didn’t have the courage to, “Okay, but what if it doesn’t work? What if we can’t remember you? I don’t want to do that.”

“I know, MJ. I know,” he responds.

“Is there nothing we can do? We can’t come up with, like, a plan or something, you know? There’s always something we can do?” She tries to fight it but from Peter’s expression, you know it’s all in vain, there’s nothing you can do. This is going to happen, no matter what you want.

“There’s nothing we can do,” he says, trying to reassure her with a, “but it’ll be okay.”

“You promise?” Ned asks.

“Yeah, I promise.” Your Peter states, as the two do a bittersweet version of their handshake for possibly the last time. You decide to stand off to the side, letting them have their last moments together in peace before he turns to you.

“I’ll come find you, I promise. And I'll tell you everything, everything we did. From those horrendous finger painting, to the time Aunt May made us go to the school dance, to the time you tried to convince me to ask MJ out, all of it.” He tells you softly.

“You better,” you mumble softly, beginning to tear up, “or I’m going to be really pissed when I find out.”

He laughs, “that’s what you’ll all be if I don’t.” Trying to make light of a rough situation, but it didn't work this time.

You pull him into a hug, trying to cement the feeling of his hugs into your memory. You feel his tears dropping on your jacket and you pull back, giving him a wide smile and a fake laugh, your own method of trying to cheer him up that doesn't quite work.

With that, you let him and MJ have their moment before he swings away, out of your lives for who knows how long.

“Goodbye,” you mumble softly, wiping away your tears as MJ and Ned hug you tight.

“You should say goodbye to him,” MJ tells you, making you tilt your head in confusion.

“Peter 3,” she adds and you nodded in confirmation, making your way down to the other two Peters. Your steps were light, quiet, but they knew you were coming the moment you stepped on the shield.

“So,” you drawl, “you guys excited to go home?” You asked softly, looking at both of them but really only addressing one, Peter. You don’t know why but that was how it was.

“Very,” Parker muttered, “I need to get back to my wife.” You smiled at his words, happy that in some universe, Peter was with his MJ, alive and happy.

“I’m going to give you guys some space.” Parker states, walking a little ways off to where he wouldn’t be overhearing what you guys said in your last moments together.

“So this is goodbye?” Peter asked softly, reaching out to touch your hair, a gesture that sent a flurry of butterflies wild in your stomach.

“I don’t want you to go.” You blurt out, quickly covering your mouth with your hands in shock.

When he takes a few seconds to answer, you begin to turn, ready to break into a sprint away from him as your broken heart throbbed. But you didn't get very far as his webbing caught your side, pulling you into his embrace.

It was just like before, his arms circling your waist tightly, you pressed gently against his chest, his body cradling yours as he held you. He smelled of clean shave and another scent you couldn’t describe in any other way but “him”.

“I don’t want to go either,” he sighed, his lips pressed to her forehead, “but before I do, I want to give you this.” he mumbles, passing her his mask.

“I can’t take this, you need this,” she tried to fight but he shushed her with a finger.

“Just means I’ll have to come back to get it.” He responded with a cocky smile, already beginning to fade as he threw up a peace sign for Parker and a forehead kiss for her.

She felt tears streaming down her face before the ripple passed through her. When she came to, she was standing on the Statue of Liberty island at sunrise, a Spiderman mask in her hands that she didn’t know where she got it from.

She stared down at it, shoving it in her back pocket before going to look for Ned and MJ who had come to the island with her.

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MJ and you are in the coffee shop MJ worked at, MJ behind the counter and you reading a book on one of the stools. Your bag leaned against the stool legs, opened far enough to reveal a crudely hidden Spider-Man mask that you’d been carrying around for a while now.

The book you read was The Outsider by Stephen King, it was good, but not good enough as it was put down the second Ned walked through the doors. You threw him a peace sign, something else you’d been doing recently, among the other little things you’d started doing.

“One sec,” MJ said to you two as another guy entered the coffee shop, “can I help you?” The boy was from Midtown, Peter Parker you think, but you hadn’t spoken to him a lot. He was the school’s resident genius of the decathlon team but stayed mostly to himself.

“”Hi, um, my name is Peter Parker. And I...,” he trails off, “would like a coffee, please.” It seemed like he wanted to say more but stopped himself, something you do yourself quite often, not wanting to blow your observational cover.

“Okay, no problem, Peter Parker,” MJ responded, beginning to make his coffee.

“Donut for my fellow engineer,” she told Ned.

“Oh, wait, what?” Ned asked, making you two laugh.

“MIT, they’re the Engineers.” You explained, before Ned started laughing too at his own lapse in memory.

“Oh, right, right, right, I should probably know that.” Ned commented, finally calming down from his laughter.

“Look at you being all school spirit missy,” you smiled from over your coffee cup, the Carmel mixing perfectly into your beverage.

“Tell anybody, I will deny it.” MJ responded, sliding Peter Parker his coffee over the table.

“Peter Parker,” she called, when he didn’t respond, she said it a second time, “Peter Parker?”

“Your coffee,” she gestured to the drink when he finally snapped from his stupor.

“Right. Thank you. Um, are you excited for MIT?” He asked, and you decided to tune them out, a knowing smile on your lips as you watched MJ twiddle the black dahlia on her necklace.

Just like you and the mask, she didn’t know where she’d gotten it, it had just been there, wrapped around her neck and she couldn’t let it go. You had both shrugged it off, deciding to not dwell in the tedious details as you both felt a connection to them.

Peter Parker began to step away when you decided to speak up, “hey Parker!”

“Yeah?” He asked, turning around to face you.

“Wanna join us in studying? I know we’re in the same chem class and you’re doing fine, but I could use some help on these formulas.” You asked, looking to Ned and MJ for confirmation that that was okay. They nodded their approval and you looked back at the guy to see that he was smiling.

“I’d like that.”

[purple-babygirl]

daddy's best girl

Pairing: Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader (ft. Uncle!Steve)

Word count: 1,363

Summary: Uncle Steve just doesn't get how good Bucky's little is.

Warnings: smut, nfsw, ddlg dynamics, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgasm control, multiple orgasms, mentions of edging and orgasm denial. 18+ content.

"Come'ere, doll. Daddy wants to play with you a little."

"Oh! Oh! Can we please build Lego houses for my dinos?" She jumped up and down, showing Bucky the tiny, rubber dinosaur in her hand.

"Aw, you're such a dumb lil baby." Bucky ruffled her hair, "you're not listening, doll. I said daddy wants to play. With you, daddy's toy."

"Oh."

He’s been edging her all morning, not letting her have one single orgasm for hours before he gave her a shower and dressed her nice, told her to behave because Uncle Steve was coming over and sat her down to play in her room.

"You like that, don't you? You like when daddy plays with your sensitive little body?” Bucky’s thumb traced her chin and jaw. “You like being daddy's toy?"

"Yes, daddy." She nodded innocently.

She did like it. She’d take anything if it meant she could feel Daddy’s warm touch on her body.

"Come on then, let's show Uncle Steve how good you are for me, sweetling." Bucky took her hand in his and walked her outside to where Steve was sitting on their large couch. She gulped but obediently walked with him.

“You see, baby doll. I told Uncle Stevie here that you can cum for daddy whenever you’re told, but he doesn’t believe me.” Bucky sat down and pulled her on his lap facing Steve, “he doesn’t believe you’re a good girl.”

Bucky’s nose nuzzled behind her ear, placing soft kisses.

“It is true, Uncle Steve. I’m a good girl,” she timidly confirmed, closing her eyes and nodding.

Steve was still skeptical of the whole thing. He shook his head in disbelief when Bucky told him, saying that ‘there’s no such thing as cumming on command’. He validly argued that it takes women even more than men to orgasm and there was no way Bucky could make his girl do that in the matter of seconds as he claimed.

“Guess we’ll just have to show him, doll.” Bucky smirked.

“But daddy-”

“Be a good girl and get your head on my lap,” Bucky told her firmly.

She let her head be cradled on her daddy’s thighs as Uncle Steve helped her get out of her shorts and panties.

“Keep her legs open and watch.” Bucky instructed his best friend as his fingers found her clit.

She was quick to whine and mewl at the rough finger pads playing with her button, rubbing up and down, spreading her quick-to-form wetness on it.

It was barely a minute of stimulation before Bucky’s voice was heard, "cum for daddy, baby doll. Let me see that pussy gasp around nothing like a little fish's mouth. Let Stevie see." Bucky tapped her arm lightly and that was her cue to arch her back for him, "clench that pussy for me, sweetling."

Her legs trembled as she did exactly as she was told. Her long-awaited orgasm had her seeing stars as it brought the built-up pleasure of the whole day to a release.

"Just like that. Good girl. Such a perfect toy for me." Bucky smugly smiled, slowing his fingers on her clit as he leaned down to peck her forehead.

Steve’s lips parted as his blue eyes focused between her legs, watching how her pussy clenched and unclenched while her thighs quivered in his hands.

“What do you say, baby doll?”

“Th-thank you, daddy.” She breathed, her clit still pulsing under Bucky’s fingers.

"Good girl, give daddy one more, yeah? Make me proud in front of Uncle Steve, doll." He wasn’t really waiting for her nod but she gave it anyway, eager to obey, eager to hear his praise.

"How do I know she's not faking it to make you look good?" Steve cleared his throat, trying to ignore the boner forming in his pants at the sight of her juices trickling out of her pink hole.

"You have a point." Bucky shrugged with a smirk, "open your legs wide, baby doll."

She complied, spreading her thighs as far as they’d go and Steve helped her by hooking one of her legs over the back of the couch.

"Put two fingers inside of her but don’t move them," he told Steve and she gasped as the man immediately slipped his thick digits inside of her one after the other, deliciously stretching her tightness.

Bucky rolled her clit between his thumb and pointer once, twice and, "cum again for daddy, sweetling. Cum all over Uncle Stevie's fingers. Show him how good you are,” with a gentle tap to her shoulder and she was a goner.

Her velvety walls clamped down on Steve’s fingers, sucking them in more as she gasped and whined, unawarely grabbing Steve’s other hand in hers as her legs tensed.

“There we go. My well-behaved, perfect, little doll, no one’s as good as you, sweetling.” Bucky praised, wiping a couple of tears from under her closed eyes.

"Thank you, d-daddy."

“Holy shit- what just happened?!” Steve asked, feeling her walls slow their contracting around his fingers as her panting lessened.

“Told ya, man. She’s amazing.” Bucky chuckled at his friend’s bemusement before pressing kisses to her warm forehead and temple. He was so proud of his docile girl.

His lips trailed down to her cheek where he kept smooching until she let out a breathless giggle. “Always so good for me, aren’t ya, doll?”

“Yes, daddy.” She smiled, looking totally fucked out, body kind of drained from the powerful climaxes she just experienced after a morning of orgasm denial.

“Think you can give me one last one, doll? Hmm? Just one.” Bucky murmured against her ear before softly kissing it, making her shiver when his fingers started drawing figure 8s on her sensitive nub.

“D-daddy.” She wasn’t sure she could take anymore, but it felt too good to try and stop Bucky from pushing her over the edge a third time.

“I wanna say when this time.” Steve was clearly enjoying this now, way past doubting Bucky’s words anymore.

Bucky raised his eyebrows with an amused smirk, “go ahead and try.”

Steve watched Bucky’s fingers play with her for another minute before he spoke, “cum now, little one.”

Steve’s voice was low and his eyes were focused on her channel, waiting for her to squeeze his fingers again but it never happened. Steve frowned, looking up to see Bucky with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

She could only cum on command if it was Bucky's command.

She was struggling to follow Steve’s orders. Her body used to Bucky’s voice, touches, coaxing and shoulder taps. Or maybe it was that she was done for the day? Maybe she couldn’t give them more-

“C’mon, sweetling. I know you have another one for daddy in you.” Bucky’s voice drowned out her thoughts, bringing her focus back to his fingers and how they touched her. “Give it to me, baby doll.”

“Daddy,” she moaned, teary eyes looking up at him and her hold tightened on Steve’s hand again.

"Cum for me, doll. I got ya. Soak Stevie's fingers." Bucky tapped her shoulder and her body shuttered with another orgasm.

Her hole tightened around Steve, making him squeeze her smaller hand in encouragement as he saw and felt her fall apart again.

When her pussy stopped contracting and her body stopped trembling and slumped back against the couch, Steve slowly pulled his fingers out of her, hearing her hiss as they glided on her walls.

“You can have a taste. I don’t call her sweetling for nothing.” Bucky told him, watching Steve suck on his drenched fingers.

Bucky gathered his doll’s tired body on his lap and held her close to his chest, whispering sweet praise in her ear, hands rubbing up and down her back as he watched her eyes close. He put her in her bed and cleaned her up before dressing her and leaving her to get her well-deserved nap.

The look in Steve's eyes and the hard-on in his pants that Bucky was met with when he walked out told him this wouldn't be the last time he was going to show off in front of his best friend.