#and then right after it and we took a long rest

[luvst4rc0r3]

"Why did you do that" PT.2

Jinx x f!reader

Warnings:None?

WC:1848

PT.1

Jinx didn’t even think.

She just moved.

The Firelight hideout smelled like oil and smoke, old books and freshly cleaned wounds. It was a place Jinx had never thought she’d set foot in without a gun in hand.

But none of that mattered when she saw you.

You were sitting on a bed, wrapped in blankets too big for your frame, looking exhausted.

Isha was beside you, dressed in bandages, a fresh scar running down the side of her face—but her eyes lit up the second she saw Jinx.

Jinx didn’t breathe.

She couldn’t.

She wanted to move, wanted to run straight to you, to Isha—to make sure this wasn’t some cruel joke—but all she could see was the way your arms looked wrong.

Or rather, how one of them didn’t look like yours anymore.

You raised your right hand—no, not your hand, the metal that had replaced it. Isha, beside you, mimicked the movement with her left arm, sleeve empty below the elbow.

Jinx felt like she was going to be sick.

But you smiled.

“Jinx.” Your voice cracked, but it was real, and gods, it was the best sound in the world.

She couldn’t stop herself anymore.

Jinx ran.

She crashed into you like a grenade, arms tight, tighter, afraid that if she let go, you’d disappear again. She felt the way your hand gripped onto her shirt, felt the way Isha pressed herself into both of you, her face buried in Jinx’s shoulder.

Jinx sobbed.

Ugly, shaking, wrecked sobs.

“You fucking died,” she gasped, pressing her forehead against yours, “I thought you were dead—fuck, I—”

“I know,” you whispered, voice trembling as you held her closer. “I know.”

Isha didn’t sign anything, just curled herself further into Jinx’s side. But she didn’t need to.

Jinx felt it.

Felt both of you, warm, breathing, alive.

Her fingers curled into your clothes, into Isha’s hair, into anything she could reach, because she couldn’t let go. Not again.

Ekko, somewhere behind her, stepped away, giving you all space. Jinx didn’t look at him. She didn’t look at anything but you and Isha.

She hadn’t needed saving before.

But gods, was she glad Ekko had stopped her.

She buried herself into you, into Isha, into the warmth of the people she thought she’d lost.

And for the first time since that night, Jinx finally felt something again.

⊹────⊹ ꯭┄ׁ┄ ʚ͜♡͜ɞ ┄ׁ┄꯭   ⊹────⊹

Jinx didn’t let go of you for the rest of the night.

She sat on the cot beside you, arms locked around your waist, like she was afraid you’d disappear if she blinked too long. Isha was curled up at your other side, dozing off but still holding onto both of you.

You didn’t blame her.

None of you had been apart like that before.

Jinx traced her fingers over your new prosthetic, her touch featherlight. It wasn’t like her bombs or her guns—it wasn’t built to destroy. It was careful.

“Does it hurt?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You shook your head. “Not really. Just feels… weird. Like something’s there when it’s not.”

She hummed, rubbing circles into your palm. “Still kicks ass, though. Look at you, all metal and scary.”

You snorted. “You like it?”

“I liked your old hand better,” she admitted, softer this time, “but this one’s cool too.”

She lifted it, pressing a kiss to your fingers—just like she always used to.

You exhaled shakily.

“Jinx,” you whispered, leaning into her. “I’m sorry.”

Jinx tensed, pulling back to look at you.

“For what?”

“For—” You swallowed. “For almost dying. For scaring you. For everything.”

Her face twisted, like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“That’s my line, dumbass.”

You huffed a laugh, and she took your hand—both of them, flesh and metal—and held them tight.

“You didn’t do shit wrong,” she murmured. “You fought. You lived. That’s all I need.”

Your throat ached. “I thought we lost you.”

Jinx’s eyes darkened.

“I thought I lost you first.”

Neither of you said anything else after that, just clung to each other in the dim light of the hideout, breathing in the reality of being here, of being alive, of still having each other.

⊹────⊹ ꯭┄ׁ┄ ʚ͜♡͜ɞ ┄ׁ┄꯭   ⊹────⊹

The Firelight hideout wasn’t the most comfortable place, but lying in bed with Jinx made it feel like home.

You were tucked against her, head resting on her shoulder, while her fingers traced absentminded patterns on your arm—the flesh one. She hadn’t stopped touching you since the night she found out you were alive.

Isha was curled up on the other side of the bed, deep asleep, her breathing slow and steady.

The world outside was on the brink of chaos. War loomed over all of you, but in this moment, it was just you, Jinx, and the quiet hum of each other’s heartbeats.

Jinx shifted slightly, and you felt her reach into her pocket. Before you could ask what she was doing, she held something up in front of you.

A ring.

It was messy—scrap metal twisted together, gears and wires interwoven, the metal slightly uneven—but it was her. Every part of it screamed Jinx.

“Marry me,” she mumbled, barely above a whisper.

You blinked.

Your brain short-circuited.

“What?”

She looked nervous, biting the inside of her cheek, but her grip on you didn’t loosen.

“I mean—y’know—if you want to,” she muttered, avoiding your eyes. “After all this shit’s over. If we make it. If—”

You cupped her face, cutting her off.

“Jinx.”

she kept on rambling.

“Jinx.” You said a bit louder this time.

and she kept on yapping.

“JINX”

Now that caught her attention.

She swallowed.

You could see it in her eyes—the fear, the hope, the love that had always burned so brightly in her, flickering unsteady in the dark.

You kissed her.

Soft. Slow. Lingering.

When you pulled back, you smiled.

“Of course I will, dummy.”

Jinx blinked.

Then she grinned, wide and breathless, like she couldn’t believe it. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She exhaled shakily, pressing her forehead against yours. “Fuck.”

You laughed.

And when she pulled you even closer, burying herself in you, you let her—because tomorrow was uncertain, but this?

This was real.

⊹────⊹ ꯭┄ׁ┄ ʚ͜♡͜ɞ ┄ׁ┄꯭   ⊹────⊹

It took exactly five hours for you to piss Jinx off again.

You had just finished getting new adjustments to your prosthetic when you stormed up to Ekko, voice firm. “I want in.”

Ekko, who was fully aware of your stubbornness, barely batted an eye. “I figured.”

Jinx, however, did not take it so well.

“The fuck you do,” she snapped, stepping between you and Ekko. “You’re not fighting.”

“Yes, I am,” you shot back, folding your arms. “I can still fight, Jinx.”

“You lost a fucking hand, baby.”

“And I got a new one.”

“That’s not the point!”

The two of you stood inches apart, both breathing hard, staring each other down.

Jinx’s hands were shaking.

You exhaled, forcing yourself to soften. “Jinx…”

She shook her head violently.

“No. No way. I just fucking got you back, I’m not—” Her voice cracked, eyes glassy. “I’m not losing you again.”

Your chest clenched.

You stepped forward, pressing your forehead against hers. Jinx inhaled sharply, hands gripping your shirt.

“I’m not leaving you,” you murmured. “I swear.”

Jinx gritted her teeth.

⊹────⊹ ꯭┄ׁ┄ ʚ͜♡͜ɞ ┄ׁ┄꯭   ⊹────⊹

Smoke choked the air, metal screeched against metal, and the scent of burning rubble filled your lungs as you ran through the wreckage. Your body ached, wounds screaming with every step, but none of it mattered.

You had to find her.

Then you saw her.

You saw her dangling over the edge, Vi gripping her wrist with everything she had. But Jinx—Jinx wasn’t fighting to stay.

She was letting go.

Your heart nearly stopped.

“JINX!”

Your voice cut through the battlefield like a gunshot.

Jinx’s head snapped toward you, wild eyes locking onto yours.

For a split second, something flickered in her face—relief, disbelief, love—but then her fingers twitched, loosening.

You ran.

You didn’t think—didn’t hesitate—you just ran, leaping over metal until you were right there, right at the edge.

And then, before either of them could stop you, you grabbed Warwick and shoved yourself forward.

Jinx’s scream ripped through the air.

“NO!”

But before you fell, before the void swallowed you whole, you locked eyes with her one last time.

And you smiled.

“I love you,” you whispered, voice breaking. “And I will always love you. Take care of Isha.”

Then you let go.

Jinx’s breath hitched. “No, no, no—

Jinx didn’t think.

She didn’t breathe.

She didn’t hesitate.

she hit the gem out of the glove and jumped

She really jumped.

Vi screamed for her, reaching, but she was too slow—too late.

Jinx dove after you, the wind roaring in her ears, drowning out everything except the one thing that mattered.

You.

Her arms wrapped around you mid-fall, yanking you against her chest as the world blurred around you.

You barely had time to react before she twisted the monkey bomb only to let out glitter before diving into an air vent.

Metal screeched.

Jinx grunted as the impact nearly knocked her out, but she didn’t let go of you—not for a single second.

For a long moment, neither of you moved.

Then—

You sat up quickly, ignoring the stabbing pain in your ribs. “Are you insane?!”

Jinx blinked, dazed. “Uh. Kinda?”

You grabbed her face, forcing her to look at you. “You jumped.”

Jinx frowned. “And? What, you thought I was just gonna let you die?”

Your heart clenched.

“Jinx…” Your voice cracked. “You could have—”

“Lost you?” she whispered, voice raw. “Not happening, baby. Not ever.”

Your grip trembled. “I told you to take care of Isha—”

“And I will. With you.”

Your breath hitched.

Jinx swallowed hard, pressing her forehead against yours. “I’d rather burn the whole damn world down than live without you.”

Tears pricked your eyes, but there was no time for them.

You inhaled shakily, pulling away. “We need to go. They will still try and find you—”

Jinx nodded, already grabbing your hand, pulling you toward a rusted-out air vent hidden behind a collapsed wall. “Way ahead of you.”

⊹────⊹ ꯭┄ׁ┄ ʚ͜♡͜ɞ ┄ׁ┄꯭   ⊹────⊹

Navigating the old tunnels was brutal. Your bodies were battered, your limbs screamed with every movement, but neither of you stopped—not until you reached the one place Jinx knew Isha would be.

She was waiting.

The second you slipped into the hideout, Isha spun, her wide eyes filling with tears the moment she saw you both.

Jinx barely had time to say anything before Isha threw herself at you, shaking, gripping onto you like you might disappear.

You held her tightly, running your fingers through her hair, whispering, “We’re here, we’re okay, I promise.”

Jinx pressed against both of you, hands wrapped around Isha’s back, her face buried in your shoulder.

For the first time since the war started, you felt safe.

No more fighting.

No more running.

Just the three of you.

And this time, you weren’t letting go.

YALL HAPPY ENDING!!!

I want sleep

[helaintoloki]

Somethin’ Stupid

part two

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: angst, lots of pining, eventual fluff

notes: part two is here! ty guys for the support and hope you enjoy <3

summary: being forced to go on a mission together allows bucky and y/n to come to an understanding

*part one

You wake up with an awful hangover and a broken heart.

A part of you had hoped that the events that had transpired last night were merely figments of a dream, a peek into some alternate dimension where you had misjudged your tolerance for alcohol and completely humiliated yourself in front of the man you were hopelessly in love with. But the glass of water paired with a bottle of aspirin and a note from Natasha excusing you from training today proved otherwise.

All it took was a single drunken confession to completely obliterate one of the most dearest friendships you had. How could you ever possibly face him after this? Not only had you completely misread his intentions, but he had responded less than enthusiastically to your profession. You’d seen it in his face, the guilt that swam in his eyes and sympathetic smile that he wore so beautifully despite how badly it hurt you. Though Natasha had cut him off before he could offer a full response, you had enough sense to know what had been coming next.

“I’m sorry kid, but I don’t see you that way. You’re just not my type.”

The mere thought has you reeling all over again as you fight to keep your nausea at bay and clumsily reach for the glass of water. You’re grateful that you’ve been given the green light to essentially lock yourself away in your room and hide in your shame for the rest of the day, but you know that eventually you’ll be expected to go back out there and resume your daily routine. But Bucky was part of that routine, and you feel absolutely pathetic as you realize just how much you’d centered your life around him.

It’s obvious that logic is not your strong suit when it comes to these situations, so it made sense that you felt the only natural solution was to simply avoid Bucky for as long as humanly possible. You’d spar with someone else, maybe ask Natasha to join you for a movie instead, and chase away your own nightmares from now on. Surely this would help you get over him once and for all.

At least that’s what you hoped.

However, you were only successful in avoiding Bucky for a straight week until Steve decided you two were the perfect candidates for a recon mission.

You’d followed Steve around the compound pleading your case as soon as he’d handed you the mission file, but the man was adamant that you were the only one right for the job.

“You’re the only one who can see inside the building without actually having to step foot in it,” Steve had reminded you, his stance firm and his arms crossed over his broad chest as he spoke. “We need to know if these guys actually have any stolen Stark tech on their hands before we risk going in there. Your vision can give us the layout of the building and determine their inventory without them even knowing.”

“If my enhanced eyesight makes me the most qualified then why can’t I just go on my own?” You adamantly protested before handing the file back to him. “It clearly states in the report that I’m not expected to go inside or make contact with any hostiles, so why do I need a partner?”

“You’re going to be too busy scanning the building to watch your own back, so you’ll need someone else there to watch it for you,” Steve reminded you with authority, his tone indicative of the fact that as Captain he had the final say. With a softer tone, he placed a firm hand on your shoulder before giving it a comforting squeeze. “Besides, I think this will be good for you both. A team only works if everyone’s on the same page, so it’s important to me that you two figure things out. Understood?”

“You got it, Cap,” you finally relinquished with a discontented sigh before excusing yourself to prepare for the mission.

You end up in the car garage a few hours later anxiously waiting for Bucky’s arrival. A part of you had considered leaving without him and worrying about Steve’s wrath at a later point, but you knew better than to test your luck. He was right about needing someone to have your back, but you just wish that someone could have been anyone else on the team.

The sound of heavy boots making their way towards you prompts you to lift your despondent gaze towards their own. Despite only having been apart from him for a week, you still find your breath catching in your throat and heartbeat speeding its pace by tenfold as you lock eyes with his stormy gaze. You have no idea what he’s thinking, and you desperately wish your x-ray vision could allow you to look into his head and read his thoughts, but unfortunately that’s Wanda’s speciality, not yours.

“Hey,” he greets with a barely visible smile that makes your chest tighten with longing. You’d think that after being rejected you’d be over him by now, but it turns out it’s true when they say absence makes the heart grow fonder.

“Hi,” you murmur meekly, absently dragging the toe of your boot along the ground. The air is thick with tension as you both engage in an unwelcome staring contest and wait with baited breath for the other to address the obvious elephant in the room. After a minute, you finally speak, “Thanks for coming along.”

“No need to thank me,” he assures you in the softest tone he can muster, almost as if you’ll run off again if he doesn’t choose his words carefully. “You know I’ll always have your back.”

His reply has you swallowing harshly while your stomach twists itself in knots; this week had been miserable for you, and yet you’d never stopped to consider how Bucky was fairing in your absence. Even if he did only view you as a kid, you still had formed a close bond with the man, and it must have been jarring for him to spend his days unused to your absence. You’d essentially iced him out without worrying about the repercussions, and now here you were forced to face them head on.

“We should go,” you state suddenly in an attempt to avoid any further awkwardness. Bucky opens his mouth to protest but instead chooses to keep silent and grab the keys for his motorcycle. As much as he’s been dying to talk to you about what had occurred at Tony’s party, he knows you both need to be focused on the task at hand, so he instead chooses to offer you a helmet before starting up the bike.

The world almost feels whole again when you seat yourself behind him and wrap your arms around his torso in a tight hold as he begins to speed off to your destination. You’ve missed this closeness, his warmth, the scent of his cologne and the comfort it brings you to rest your cheek against his back as you watch the scenery pass you by. You’re not sure if your relationship with the super soldier will ever be the same, and a part of you wonders if it’s possible to borrow the time stone from Dr. Strange so you can go back and stop yourself from making such a horrid mistake. You’d feel better if you could at least know what Bucky was thinking.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky was thinking about a lot of things.

Though everyone around him could see how stupidly blind he was to your adoration for him, Bucky legitimately had no inkling of your romantic feelings for him. The shock on his face that night had been genuine, and your confession left him dumbfounded as he scrambled to come up with the right words, but Natasha had whisked you away before he had been given the chance.

Bucky laid awake for hours that night reminiscing on all the times you’d shared together- evenings spent talking for hours until the sun came out, playful teasing over your earpieces during missions, letting you crawl into his bed at odd hours because it helped your night terrors. He could say he was simply being a good friend, a good teammate even, but he knew he’d only be kidding himself. Bucky would do just about anything you asked of him, and he knew it was because deep inside he loved you too.

The word kid had slipped out, but it was meant to be viewed as a harmless pet name. If he knew just how upset it would have made you he never would have used it, and it haunted him every single day you ignored him. He wanted to make things right, but that would only be possible if you gave him the chance.

And right now, it didn’t seem like that was going to happen anytime soon.

~~~

Your eyes are laser focused on the building before you as you nestle into the high branches of a tree and ignore the biting cold from the snowfall. Bucky is perched beside you, gaze constantly shifting as he scans the area for any potential threats to your safety. You’ve been at this for about an hour as you meticulously scan each floor in search of any weapons as well as intel regarding how many people occupy the building. Your eyes are starting to burn from the amount of strain your powers put on them, something Bucky picks up on as he places a hand on your shoulder to get your attention.

“I think you should take a break,” he prompts with worry clear on his features. Though a part of you agrees, you’re too stubborn to relent to his suggestion. This mission is your chance to prove to him that you’re not just some kid he has to babysit; you are just as capable as anyone else, and you want him to see you not as a mentee but as an equal.

“I’m fine,” you insist indignantly before returning your gaze to the weapons base, “you’re breaking my concentration.”

“Y/n, if you put too much pressure on your eyes you’re going to have a crushing migraine for weeks and Steve will have no choice but to bench you from missions,” he reminds you, and though Bucky is only trying to be helpful you feel as if you’re being reprimanded like some child.

“Are you not listening to me? I’m fine,” you grit through clenched teeth. The pressure is getting to you, and this conversation certainly isn’t helping.

“Look, just stop to use the eyedrops Dr. Banner gave you and then-“

“Oh my god, would you stop?! You’re not my babysitter, Bucky!” You finally cry out in exasperation.

“Hey!” A third voice interjects before Bucky can respond, prompting both of you to turn your heads just in time to see a man below raising his gun in your direction. You’d both been so engrossed in your debacle to notice a guard had been sent to search the area, and your little outburst had just given away your hiding spot.

Your head is pounding from the overexertion of your powers, and you’re barely able to register Bucky yelling at you to duck. The man begins to shoot before Bucky can draw his gun, and you’re not quick enough to duck out of the way when a bullet comes in your direction. It shoots straight through your shoulder blade, the force strong enough to hinder your balance and throw you off of the tree branch.

“Y/n!” Bucky cries out, eyes wide as he shoots a hand out for you. He’s barely able to graze your fingertips before you go falling straight to the ground with a strangled cry. The last thing you see is his horrified face before you hit the floor with a defeaning thud.

Everything goes dark after that.

~~~

The lights of the infirmary are blinding as you will yourself to peel your eyes open with a groan. A dull throbbing fills your head as you lift your hand to shield your eyes and attempt to sit up only to be gently pushed back down onto the bed.

“Easy there, slugger,” a voice reprimands teasingly, “Bruce says you shouldn’t be making any sudden movements for the next few days. You didn’t break anything, but you’re bruised up pretty bad and need to be on a five day medication regimen to keep the migraines at bay, and that’s not even mentioning the bullet hole in your shoulder.”

“Natasha?” you murmur hoarsely, barely making out her figure through squinted eyes. Your mind is reeling as you try to recall the events of your mission, and your stomach drops as you recall that you hadn’t been alone when you’d been ambushed. “Where’s Bucky?!”

You try to sit up again only for her to push you back down with one hand while the other uses the control pad to dim the lights in the room. You’re grateful for the pressure it alleviates, but your racing heart does nothing to help your anxious state.

“Bucky is fine,” she reassures you, “he left to get you some water, but he’s been in this room all day since you both got back.”

“What happened? I-I remember arguing with him, getting caught, falling out of a tree…”

“You hit a couple branches on the way down which is why you’re all banged up, but luckily the snow helped break your fall and prevented any further damage. Barnes was able to get you both out of there unscathed, and thankfully Bruce was able to remove the bullet out of your shoulder with minimal scarring. But… I have to say, I’ve never seen Bucky look so worried before.”

“God,” you whine in embarrassment, palms pressing into your eyes as you hold your face in your hands. “It’s like I’m incapable of not making a fool of myself every time we’re alone together.”

“Look, just stop dragging your feet and face the issue head on. You two need to work this out,” Natasha reiterates, her eyes subtly shifting to the man that enters the infirmary with a bottle of water in his hands. “The sooner the better.”

Bucky looks like a dog caught with its tail between his legs as he approaches your bedside, swallowing nervously as Natasha moves past him with a “good luck” leaving her lips as she exits the room and allows you both some privacy. You take the bottle from him with trembling hands and a quiet thank you before finally willing yourself to look at him.

“I’m sorry… this whole mess is my fault,” you murmur remorsefully, fingers fidgeting with the paper label on the bottle, "if I had just kept my mouth shut that night-“

“I’m glad you said it.”

“What?” You breathe out in surprise, unsure if you heard him correctly or if it was just your migraine skewing your perception of reality. Bucky swallows nervously before seating himself beside your bed, a bashful smile playing at his lips as he meets your gaze.

“Look, I know I reacted horribly in the moment, but it was only because I thought you were too drunk to mean it,” he confesses almost shamefully, a flash of guilt present in his features. “It’s hard to believe a woman as wonderful as you would want a tired old man like me, and I assumed it was a spur of the moment thing. But I have cared for you the moment Steve introduced you to us as a new member of the team, and I don’t go out of my way to protect you because I think you’re some incapable kid who needs my help. It’s because… well, it’s because I love you too. And I’m sorry it took me this long to say it.”

Your lips are parted in shock as you process Bucky’s words, your mind racing to catch up as you realize the man you’ve pined for so long is now confessing his love for you. A part of you is scared that this is some sort of concussion dream and that you’ll wake up to find it wasn’t real. But the feel of his hand carefully cupping your cheek says otherwise, and you nearly melt into his touch at the feeling.

“You love me?” You repeat again in quiet astonishment. Bucky lets out a small chuckle in response.

“Of course I do, sweetheart,” he reassures you with an adoring smile, “it killed me to be away from you for so long, and I hate that it took us being shot at for me to finally tell you that.”

“I guess we just operate better on chaos,” you weakly joke, smiling when it earns you another laugh out of Bucky.

“It certainly is our specialty,” he agrees with wry grin. Then, tone more serious now as he moves to take one of your hands in his own, he says, “I love you, y/n, and I’d be honored if you would give me the chance to take you out somewhere nice to makeup for this whole mess I put us through.”

With a soft smile, you give his hand a gentle squeeze and answer, “I’d love nothing more.”

And then, in the privacy of the quiet infirmary, Bucky leans in and steals the first of many kisses from you.

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[kxtsukixoxo]

happy valentine’s day kri 🩷 pls take a rest from the angst tdy !! id like to request “quiet, they’ll hear us..” with my one and only hanta sero, thank u in advance 🙏

authors note - happy late valentine’s day bloom!! <3 we’re taking a long deserved break from the angst!! i’m sorry this took so long, i hope you enjoy it :3

here’s the valentine’s day event, there’s still prompts available!! ⊹. warnings - nsfw content

sero hanta, the guy who sat next to you in your business class. 

that’s all you knew about him, but he knew everything about you. infact, he was obsessed with you. he knew all your classes, he knew your route to your dorm, he knew what drink you’d order at the café down the road whenever you hung out with izuku, and that ticked him off. you had no classes with izuku, and sero knew nothing about izuku, so why were you hanging out with him? 

sero was the biggest perv when it came to you, just you. nobody else had this affect on him, and it drove him crazy. his need to feel you grew stronger everyday, and especially on the days you’d come to class wearing outfits that revealed a little more skin than you’d usually show.

it drove him crazy that you were right next to him and he couldn’t do anything about it. you’d give him the gummiest smile, as he felt his blood flow abandon every single part of his body and shoot down to his cock, he’d manage to give you a small wave, as he tried to pay attention to whatever your lecturer was saying, but all he could think about was his hands snuck down your skirt, your spit pooling out of your mouth as you mewled on his shirt, while he finger-fucked you. 

right after your lecture ended, sero grabbed your hand pulling you towards the janitors closet, no reason given. sure he wouldn’t do anything right, he looked like a respectful young guy, always waving at you, smiling at you in the hallways, offering to carry your grocery bags into your dorm.

somehow. 

always. 

everywhere you were. 

so when you finally reached the janitors closet, and sero placed his lips against yours, why didn’t you push him away? why did you enjoy it? 

you barely knew him, he barely knew you, atleast you thought so. 

“i can’t do this anymore, i need to feel you-“ he panted heavily, his chest heaving as he let out shaky breaths. “sero-what-“

“call me hanta please.” he started “tell me you want this, please tell me you do, if you don’t, it’s fine, we can just pretend this never happened, i’ll change my seat and we can carry-“ you cut him off as you sloppily captured his lips into a kiss, your legs wrapped around his waist as his hand gripped onto your ass while the other pulled his pants down.  

sero finally pulled away, with a pop. he unbuttoned your jeans, letting them drop to your ankles, as he pulled your shirt up just enough to reveal your perked up tits, the ones he dreamed about almost every night since you sat next to him.

thank god for baby tees, he was not about to let a bra get in his way. sero pulled his boxers down, his cock bounced up touching his belly button, you watched pre-cum leak out of the slit, “all yours baby” he murmured as he slid a hand through his messy mullet, you were hungry for it. 

“give me the go-head and i’ll stuff you so good hm?” he caressed your cheek as he lined his cock with your entrance “just be quiet for me baby, can’t let anybody hear those pretty noises you make, they’re just for me” he muttered as he placed a soft kiss to your lips. 

“fuck me hanta-please-“ 

that was all he needed. sero slammed into you, pressing you up against the wall, as your head fell back, your mouth fell open, as he slid in and out of you, pounding you against the wall, right next to your business class. if anybody were close enough you were sure they could hear your muffled moans as sero stuffed himself inside you “been dreaming about this day since you sat next to me in that pretty pink skirt” you brokenly gasped as your eyes rolled back. sero grunted as he grabbed your hand, placing it ontop of your stomach, feeling the bump. “see that? feel how deep i’m in you baby” he let out a groan, as he watched you whimper, “m’ gonna cum!” 

“shhh baby, you don’t wanna let everybody know i’m fucking you that good do you?” 

“hanta!-“

“i got you baby,” your legs tightened around his waist as he held you close, his breath fanning against your neck “cum for me”

and you did, collapsing towards him, as both of you came down from the lasting high. 

he scribbled his number onto your arm after wiping you down and getting you into your clothes, tapping your cheek with two fingers, 

“let me fuck you properly later hm?” 

[concreteangel92]

Pick A Star

Noah Sebastian x female reader

No warnings for this one, all fluff!!

So I got this idea in my head and I needed to get it out and it’s the perfect Valentine’s Day fic haha (even though I’m not a fan of today 🤣 also it’s not set on Valentine’s Day)

Hope you all enjoy and I’m hoping to get my writing head back on after this as I only have a few requests left to do and then a couple of my own works but my job/life has been so hectic recently that I just haven’t had the energy to write, been jotting down ideas lol but not actually working on much. Hopefully that will change and I’ll get some more updates out soon! 🖤

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You were sitting relaxed in the passenger seat of Noah’s car as you drove, you’d been on one of your regular date nights but tonight Noah had gone all out.

He’d taken you to one of the nicest restaurants in the city, the kind you certainly had to dress up for and the kind of place where the prices made your bank account cry but Noah didn’t care, he wanted to spoil you rotten with no expenses spared.

You’d spent your evening enjoying your delicious dinner over candlelight and soft music playing in the background while chatting about anything and everything.

Once the meal was over, Noah said he had one more surprise for you and here you both were, driving out of the city and into the mountains.

Noah pulled up at a beautiful look out point, the sky was clear and the city lights were sparkling in the distance.

“Oh my god Noah, we haven’t been here in so long!”

Noah smiled and got out of the car before coming round to your side to open the door and offer you his hand.

You took it with a smile and step out into the cool summer night air.

You looked out over the city, Noah came behind you and wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on yours as you watched as the world went by below but for you two, it was like this moment was frozen in time.

“You took me here on our very first date”

You felt his chest vibrate against your back as he chuckled.

“Yeah…I thought it would be nice to come back here tonight”

“It’s beautiful, and it’s such a clear night”

You leaned back against him as you took it all in.

“This is the perfect way to end our evening”

“Not quite yet, I said I had one more surprise…”

You turned your head slightly.

“This isn’t it?”

Noah gently turned you around in his arms and shook his head gently.

“No. Look up at the sky angel”

You give him a slightly confused smile but you looked up and saw thousands upon thousands of stars, all shining and flickering against the dark night sky.

Noah kept his arms around your waist as he looked up with you.

“Pick a star”

You looked back at him, even more confused with a giggle.

“What?”

“Pick a star” he gave you a beautiful smile as he spoke.

“You going to buy me a star babe?” You giggled.

Noah looked at you lovingly and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear that had caught in the breeze.

“I’d buy you every star in the galaxy if I could angel, but right now, pick a star, any one and I’ll find a way to give it to you”

You smiled and looked back up and then pointed to a particularly bright star.

“That one”

Noah followed your finger and hugged you closer as he saw the one you wanted.

“That one, you sure?”

You giggled and hugged him around his waist looking up at him.

“Yes I’m sure, that’s the one”

“Ok, close your eyes”

You smile, giving him a disbelieving look but you closed your eyes and waited.

You felt him pull away from you slightly and heard him moving.

“Ok angel, open your eyes”

When you opened them, your heart practically stopped.

Noah was down on one knee in front of you and he held a small black box in his hand.

“What…”

Noah cut you off gently.

“Babe, I can’t give you every star in the galaxy I’m afraid but what I can give you is my heart, you’ve had it from the moment we met. I’ve never known anyone like you, you’ve changed my life for the better and I want to spend every day of the rest of my life waking up next to you…”

Noah opened the box containing the most beautiful ring you had ever seen, with a big diamond the same colour as the stars in the centre.

“I want to go on more adventures with you, travel with you, have a family with you and just grow old every day with you. There’s no one else I’d want to be with so…will you marry me?”

You felt tears falling down your cheeks and you couldn’t stop the smile that formed on your face.

“Yes…yes I’ll marry you!”

Noah smiled, stood upright and pulled you into a deep and passionate kiss before he pulled the ring out of the box and carefully slipped it into your ring finger.

You held your hand up and watched it sparkle against the background of the city lights.

“It’s perfect, this is perfect…is this real?��

Noah laughed and wiped away the tears on your face as he pulled you into his embrace.

“It’s real angel and I can’t wait for the day when I can call you my beautiful wife”

[exponenshul]

The Flash ::: Gravidade

SUMMARY: In this crossover story, a young woman presents her girlfriend with a bottle of Gravidade, to indulge in their mutual love of pregnancy. However, just after her girlfriend drinks it, the young woman encounters a mysterious light that triggers similar effects...

(Contains: rapid pregnancy, mutual pregnancy, lesbian sex, birth, strong language, and more. Reader discretion advised)

Word Count: ~10k

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"Happy Valentine's Day, babe!"

Lana grinned as she approached her girlfriend Gabby, who was sitting on the couch. She had a small package in her hands, wrapped in pink paper and ribbons.

Gabby gasped in surprise. "Babe!! You shouldn't have! I thought we agreed we weren't gonna do gifts this year..."

"Well, I couldn't help it with this one," Lana said, sitting down beside her partner. She handed Gabby the gift. "You'll see once you open it..."

Excitedly, Gabby tore away the packaging, wondering what could be inside. When it was revealed, her eyes and mouth went wide with awe. It was a purple drink bottle.

"Is this...?" she started.

Lana nodded. "It sure is!"

Gravidade was a mysterious drink that became world-famous after women across two towns drank it and became suddenly pregnant. Bottles of it had appeared at the doorsteps of all women of child-bearing age, with no known trace.

However, not all of the drinks were consumed. After it was discovered what Gravidade did to a woman, many remaining bottles were disposed of... and a number of others were saved to be sold on the black market.

"How did you manage to get a bottle?!" Gabby exclaimed.

"I did have to jump through some hoops, and pay a pretty penny..." Lana said. "But it's worth it for you."

The thing was, both Gabby and Lana had a thing for pregnancy. It was part of what made them compatible as a couple. After hearing the Gravidade story on the news, both women had an insatiable desire to get their hands on a bottle of it. Gabby, who had always dreamed of being pregnant herself, was especially interested. A quick and easy way to swell up with babies? It seemed too good to be true.

The two simply sat for a while, enjoying the moment, considering the possibilities. Gabby played with the bottle in her hands, reading the label carefully. She seemed giddy.

Eventually, she looked up at Lana and said, "I...think I wanna try it, like...right now."

"I thought you might say that!" Lana giggled. She leaned in and gave Gabby a peck on the cheek. "I cleared our schedule for the day. If you're ready, then I'm down."

"Okay...!" Gabby said. She held up the bottle and grabbed the cap. After taking a deep breath, she cracked the seal open. She chuckled, both nervous and excited. "Whew...shit, I can't believe this is actually happening right now..."

Lana rested a hand on her girlfriend's thigh as she opened up the bottle. It was a lot to take in, but they both knew that if they spent too long overthinking it, they'd probably never actually go through with it.

"All right...bottoms up," Gabby declared. She lifted the bottle of Gravidade up to her mouth and took a hearty swig.

Lana watched eagerly, waiting for the reaction. She smiled as her girlfriend's eyes went wide.

"Wow, this actually tastes amazing! Everyone online was right," Gabby exclaimed. She immediately went in for another big sip. When finished, she licked her lips and shook the bottle gently. "Shit, okay, that was like half the bottle."

She put the drink down on the table and sat back on the couch, wiping her clammy hands on the cushions.

"Now I guess we just wait," Lana said.

"Hooo...yeah," Gabby breathed. She put her hands on her lower belly. "Ha...I'm kinda scared..."

"Just enjoy it," Lana said, reaching over to pull Gabby in for a hug. "This is gonna be amazing."

"Thank you," Gabby murmured, embracing her girlfriend. "You know how long I've dreamed about this..."

The two sat there in each other's arms for a while. Lana rubbed Gabby's back while Gabby ran her fingers through Lana's silky hair. They held each other tenderly until Gabby made a small noise.

"Mm...hold on, I think..."

The two pulled apart, their hearts beginning to race. Lana watched as Gabby put a hand to her stomach.

"I definitely felt something..." Gabby said. "Like, warmth, or..."

Before Lana could respond, Gabby was pulling off her shirt. Lana blushed a bit as her girlfriend cast the garment aside and sat there in her bra, staring down at her stomach. "Okay, wait. Does it already look bigger to you...?"

Lana peered closely. "...Oh, wow, I think it does...!"

The two girls each gently put a hand on Gabby's lower abdomen. It was very warm, and bumping out almost imperceptibly. Put as they kept their hands there, they noticed her belly slowly starting to fill up more and more, until there was a definite swell.

"Are you trying to push your stomach out like that?" Lana asked quietly. "Or is it really...?"

"I'm not, it's really growing," Gabby said. She looked at Lana in awe. "...I'm actually pregnant."

After another moment, Gabby sat up and grabbed the bottle of Gravidade back up off the table. She nearly thrust it in Lana's face, saying, "...You should drink the other half. We can be pregnant together!"

Lana smiled, but gently pushed the bottle away. "Actually...I think you should have the rest."

Gabby furrowed her brow a bit. "But babe...are you sure?"

"This is probably the only time we'll get this chance, and I know you want to get as big as possible," Lana explained. "I'm happy just watching you grow."

Gabby blushed. She looked again at the bottle in her hand again. "Okay...fuck it, okay." Without another thought, she brought the bottle to her mouth and chugged the rest of the contents.

When she was done, she tossed the bottle to the ground, and Lana gave her a seductive look. "Now let's see just how pregnant you get."

Quickly getting excited, Gabby practically launched herself into Lana's arms. Any remaining anxiety melted away as the two pulled each other close and began making out on the couch. Lana indulged in the sweet smell of her girlfriend's hair, the soft skin of her exposed back.

"I can't...believe this is real," Gabby panted between passionate kisses. Her breath caught briefly in her throat, and she glanced down. "Hh- fuck! I can feel it growing in there..."

Lana put a hand down on Gabby's belly. She lightly pressed her palm into it to try and feel the growth, but it was still subtle. "Do you...like how it feels? What's it like?"

"It feels great," Gabby said, humming a bit as Lana started to plant kisses on her neck and jawline. "I, like...can't even explain it, but I'm filling up...mmmhh..."

She shut her eyes and began to grind her hips into Lana. Her belly continued to swell, to the point where Lana started to feel it pressing against her own stomach, turning her on immensely. She continued to rub the growing mound.

After a few moments, Gabby sat up, panting. "Oh my god," she moaned, putting both hands on her belly, jutting it out to accentuate the growth. "Oh, it's growing so big!"

Lana felt her mouth getting dry as she stared at her girlfriend's pregnant belly, filling up before her very eyes. It was already the size of a grapefruit, and it seemed like the growth was only accelerating.

"I wanna feel it some more," Lana said. It was Gabby's turn to sit back as Lana lay forward, eye-level with her girlfriend's belly. Lana grasped Gabby's flanks and started planting kisses on her belly, yielding contented hums and sighs from the increasingly pregnant girl. She was amazed at how well the skin on her belly was holding up, so warm and still so soft and smooth. Lana kissed tenderly, yet firmly enough that she could gauge the tautness of Gabby's skin with her lips. It was magical, feeling the mass within her girlfriend's womb grow with each passing second.

Lana moved her kisses down, feeling more bold the hornier they both got. She started to unbutton Gabby's pants, and the latter grinned in anticipation. When Lana unlatched the button, her girlfriend's belly spilled forth, free to grow unrestrained. She tugged Gabby's pants down to her knees, but was stopped before she could get to the panties.

"Wait," Gabby blurted, voice airy. "Grab...my toy from our room. The pink one."

"Oh, you're so right..." Lana breathed, eyes widening. She immediately stood up, already turning for the bedroom. "I'll be right back, don't grow too much while I'm gone!"

Gabby giggled as Lana darted out of the room.

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Lana knew exactly where to look. She went to Gabby's nightstand, yanking open the bottom drawer. Inside were some massage oils, lubes, and a pink vibrating rabbit toy, which they had used many times before. She grabbed up a couple items, ready to make a quick turnaround, not wanting to waste a moment.

However, when she stood up, she was almost knocked back by a strange phenomenon. Outside the bedroom window, a sudden flash of light nearly struck Lana blind. She stumbled, but by the time she went to shield her eyes, the light had already dissipated. Confused, she blinked a couple times...but had no time to question anything.

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When Lana returned, Gabby was sprawled on the couch in just her underwear, staring down at a belly that now looked roughly seven months pregnant. Her eyes lit up as her girlfriend came back into the room.

"How are you feeling now?" Lana asked.

"Full," Gabby replied, rubbing big circles on her belly. "But I love watching the baby grow. It's better than I even expected."

"I love it too," Lana said. "Sorry if it took me a sec, I just got flashbanged in our room."

"...What?"

"This crazy flash of light came from outside," Lana explained. "I don't know. It was probably just my eyes adjusting, or something." She came over and knelt down in front of Gabby on the couch, cracking open a bottle of massage oil. "...Anyway, where were we?"

Gabby gave a half-lidded smile, adjusting her position and moving her hands to give Lana full access. "You were just telling me how much you love my pregnant belly."

"I love it so much," Lana gushed, squirting some oil onto her hand, then rubbing her palms together. "I always knew you'd look sexy with babies in you." She placed her hands palm-down on Gabby's expanding middle and began to rub. Gabby gasped as the cool substance touched her skin.

"Mmmm, babies?" Gabby cooed, emphasizing the plural. "How many did you give me?"

"Well, according to the bottle, you're gonna get pretty big." Lana said slyly. She rubbed her hands in wide circles, making sure that every inch of Gabby's gravid orb was smooth and glistening. She ran her thumb over her girlfriend's belly button as it began to flatten out from the expanding pressure behind it.

"Oooh, can't wait..." Gabby purred, shifting in her seat a bit. She put a hand up to her chest, noticing a bit of discomfort there. "Mmh- babe, help me take this bra off...it's cutting into me."

"Of course," Lana said. She moved her hands around to Gabby's back, where she deftly unlatched her girlfriend's bra (something she had a lot of experience in). Gabby pushed the straps off her shoulders, and the garment fell beside her on the couch. Her breasts spilled out, falling to either side of her pregnant belly. They were fuller, weighty, and the areola were dark and puffy.

"Ahh, that feels better," Gabby sighed with relief.

"Man, these have gotten bigger, too...!" Lana said in awe. She went to reach for them, but paused.

"Mmmh...like what you see?" Gabby flirted, wiggling her chest a bit. "Come on, give 'em a squeeze...they're really sensitive..."

"Hold on, sorry," Lana stammered, suddenly feeling off. There was a stirring in her abdomen. "I just need a sec..."

She sat back on her haunches, clutching her stomach. Something was...different. She looked down, and what she saw made her eyes go wide. "Wh...no way..."

"What is it?" Gabby asked, hearing the change in her girlfriend's tone.

Lana shook her head to make sure she wasn't hallucinating...but it was obviously real. "I'm...growing! Just like you, I'm fucking growing!"

Gabby immediately sat up as best she could. She looked down and saw that between Lana's tank top and shorts, a sliver of belly was just barely starting to push outward. It was rounding out, in exactly the same manner as hers just had. "Oh my god, you are..."

"H-how is this happening?!" Lana shrieked, scrambling to her feet. She rubbed and poked at her middle in a panic. "I didn't even drink the stuff!"

"So you're saying that you're...?"

"Pregnant...I think I'm actually pregnant."

"Babe...that means we're both pregnant..." Gabby breathed.

"I know! Was it because I was kissing you? Did I swallow some? Shit, what do I do?!"

"Babe!" Gabby shouted, getting Lana's attention back. She grabbed her girlfriend's waist and looked her in the eyes. "We're...both...pregnant...! Together!"

After seeing the lust in Gabby's eyes and realizing what she meant, Lana's sudden fears gave way to the fantasy once more. That's right...no matter how it happened, they were both pregnant now, like they'd always wanted. And at the rate they were growing, there was no time to waste with hesitation.

"...Fuck," was all Lana could muster before she sank down onto Gabby's lap, grabbing onto her face and kissing her passionately. Their bellies pressed together, Lana's barely a potbelly while Gabby's looked full term. The oil on Gabby's skin transferred onto Lana's, lubricating it the same way.

Their hips grinded, their tongues explored each other's mouths, all while their pregnant bellies grew in tandem and rubbed together. It was the horniest they'd ever felt, not only for their own pregnancies, but for their partner's. It was a scenario they'd only ever dreamed of, and they were about to take advantage of every moment.

"I love you," Lana gasped between sloppy kisses. "I didn't really expect this, but...I love it."

"Mmmh I love you too," Gabby moaned. "Oohh...squeeze my tits now, they're aching..."

Lana reached up and greedily sunk her fingers into Gabby's engorged breast, earning a yelp of pleasure. After a couple squeezes, fluid started to leak into her hand.

"Oh shit, you're making milk," Lana said breathily. "That's so hot." Without hesitating, she leaned down, taking Gabby's breast into her mouth and sucking.

Gabby arched her back as the feeling of Lana's lips on her nipple caused shocks of pleasure. "Oooh god yes! That feels so good...keep doing it!"

Lana continued to suckle, nibbling with her teeth and taking in milk. "I can't get over this...you taste incredible..."

Gabby grasped Lana's waist to steady them both. Glancing down, she slid one hand onto Lana's rapidly swelling belly, humming as she rubbed it. "Oh, your little belly is so cute..." Her fingertips brushed across the surface, handling the bump with care.

Her girlfriend unlatched, sitting back to admire their progress. "And yours is getting huge...!"

"God, you're right," Gabby said. She cradled the underside of her belly, now looking full with twins, bulging and rounding in all directions. "I feel so heavy...so much baby in me..."

"How many do you feel?" Lana asked, the two of them letting their hands explore the massive swell.

"Oooh, it's hard to tell..." Gabby murmured, swaying back and forth and gyrating her hips. "I think I feel two...no, three...!"

Lana gulped. The thought of her girlfriend carrying multiple babies...not to mention how many she��might be carrying...she put her hands back on her own belly and caressed it in wonder. She looked like she could be entering her third trimester already...

"What does it feel like for you?" Gabby asked, noticing Lana's observations. She reached out and started to stroke her girlfriend's belly again.

"Mmmmh," Lana closed her eyes and leaned in, allowing Gabby to reach her growing belly better. "I totally feel full...and like, constantly fuller...and it feels really nice when you rub it." She breathed in deeply, jutting her middle farther out into Gabby's hands.

Gabby relished her partner's enjoyment of the unexpected pregnancy. She continued to feel up Lana's belly as she whispered, "I think I know something else that would feel nice..."

Lana opened her eyes again to see Gabby reaching for the pink rabbit toy, which had been momentarily forgotten in the heat of the moment. She bit her lip, insides tingling at the thought.

"I like the way you think," Lana said. "Why don't we take this to the bedroom?"

Gabby nodded in agreement- the couch was getting a bit crowded. She let Lana stand up first, then attempted to get up herself, but struggled. "Oof- help me up, babe."

Lana grabbed both of Gabby's hands and helped to pull her into a standing position, both girls grunting from the effort. Once they were up and facing each other, they took a moment to appreciate their bodies from the new angle. Lana looked full term with a single baby, whereas Gabby seemed ready to drop three. Amazingly, both girls were still growing, their bellies getting heavier by the moment.

"I'm so fucking big," Gabby said, groaning as she supported her belly with both hands, one now clutching their toy as well. "I don't know if I can move!"

"It'll be worth it once we get to the bedroom," Lana assured her, rubbing her back. "Now lemme see you waddle."

Grunting and moaning, Gabby moved forward, making heavy steps toward the bedroom. Lana followed behind, getting used to her own newfound weight. She glanced at her girlfriend's backside, eyebrows raising.

"Damn, did your ass get fatter, too?" Lana asked, feeling no better than a man.

"Oooh, I'm sure," Gabby said, voice deep and sultry. She reached back and squeezed at her own cheeks, fingers sinking into doughy flesh. "I'm filling up everywhere..."

Lana gnawed at her lip, her arousal reaching a boiling point.

The two made it to the bedroom, and Lana ushered Gabby up onto the bed. "Let's get you up there before you swell up any more."

Gabby climbed up onto the bed, crawling on her hands and knees toward the pillows. She just kept rubbing her belly, which swayed and heaved as it expanded, grazing the sheets below. She moaned, finally collapsing onto her elbows, face in a pillow. "Oooooh the babies, I feel them...they're moving around..."

Lana went up onto the bed as well, feeling crazy with desire as she watched her girlfriend in this state. Small lumps appeared and disappeared from Gabby's middle, evidence of the life within. She was in a state of fertility that was previously unfathomable, full to the brim with babies, having all but succumbed to the growth of her pregnancy. Not only that, but she had a pregnant girlfriend who was about to rail her so hard she'd see stars. Lana felt so wet she feared her panties may be soiled.

She approached Gabby from behind and put a hand between her legs, stroking her through her underwear. Gabby moaned louder, voice muffled a bit by the pillows.

Not feeling the need to waste time on more foreplay, Lana grabbed Gabby's panties and began to pull them down. Gabby angled her back and wiggled her hips to make it easier. Once the garment was cast aside, she spread her knees out to give Lana better access. Her pussy was glistening, practically begging for what was about to come.

Lana took the rabbit toy and turned on the vibration, hearing more noises of anticipation from her partner. She held the tip of the toy up against Gabby's sex, teasing her by moving it around slowly.

Gabby squirmed and seized. "Nnnghh- god, come on, give it to meeee, I need it so bad!"

"Are you gonna say 'please?'"

"Please!!"

It was no sooner than the word left Gabby's mouth that Lana plunged the toy deep into her. Gabby inhaled sharply, back arching even more as she was filled. Lana started a pumping rhythm, and Gabby moaned at the sensation.

"Ooooohh, god...getting fucked...while pregnant (nnhh) ...feels so... fuh- c- ...g-GOOD!"

Lana grinned, happy with her work. She thrust the toy into Gabby over and over, making sure to hit her most sensitive spots. She watched as her girlfriend's breasts and belly swayed back and forth with each hit, full and heavy.

After a while of this, Gabby turned her head a bit to look at Lana over her shoulder. "Babe...hhh...grab...my belly...haaahhhh...I need you to- mmh...rub it...while you fuck me!"

It was difficult for Lana to maneuver with her own gravid belly- now possibly sporting twins- in the way. But with some stretching and maneuvering, she was able to reach her free hand down and around, lightly smacking Gabby's belly and beginning to rub it.

"Ooooh..." Gabby cooed.

"That...feel good?" Lana panted, starting to sweat from exertion.

"Yes...it's been starting to feel...so tight- mmhhh!"

Lana watched as Gabby's face contorted. She was no doubt starting to feel overwhelmed with sensation...it motivated Lana, and she increased her efforts, gripping Gabby's belly more firmly and pounding her harder.

"Oh, babe...oh- OHHHH!" Gabby cried out, vocabulary shrinking as pleasure consumed her. Her tits dripped milk onto the bed as she swayed.

"Mmmgh, your belly's so tight..." Lana said, trying to get her girlfriend worked up even more. "So full and round...you're such a good momma..."

Gabby had fallen into delirious grunts, squeaks, and gasps for air. Sweat matted her hair to her neck and made her back shine. Her legs began to tremble as Lana pounded her even harder.

When she eventually fell silent and squeezed her eyes shut, Lana could tell that Gabby was getting close. She thrust the toy faster, then even faster, until her arm started to lose feeling.

At last, a loud moan escaped Gabby's throat as she climaxed. "Oh...I'm gonna...cuh...oooooOOOOAAAHHH!!"

Gabby's whole body tensed, and the toy was practically ejected from her, along with a substantial gush of fluid. Lana leaned back, knowing there was gonna be a big finish, but not expecting to be in the splash zone.

She sat back as Gabby reeled and twitched from the orgasm, the two needing a moment to catch their breath.

Eventually, Lana started to say, "Wow, babe, that was—"

"I think that was my water breaking," Gabby croaked. She began to roll over, still recovering.

Lana was taken aback. "Wait, shit...I fucked you into labor? Already?"

Gabby turned onto her back, grimacing as she clutched her huge, heaving belly. "Fuck...yeah. Grab a towel."

Acting fast, Lana heaved her pregnant self off the bed, waddling to their dresser. As she pulled out a towel, Gabby moaned again, this time from discomfort.

"You okay?" Lana asked as she headed back to the bed.

"Yeah...that was definitely a contraction, big time. Hooo...."

Lana got back between Gabby's legs, patting around her vulva and the sheets with the towel, trying to soak up some of the fluid. "Okay, just breathe. It's game time."

"Ooh, this is all happening so fast..." Gabby whined. "Mmmmgghh!"

Lana watched as her girlfriend's massive belly tightened up with the contraction. It was no longer growing, further evidence that her pregnancy was nearing the end. It was unbelievable to watch...it really was all happening so fast. Lana started to get a bit sad, realizing their fun would soon be over...

Still, Gabby continued to grunt and moan. The contractions were coming quickly. "Hnnnghh...oh! Ahh!"

"What are you feeling, babe?" Lana asked, stroking her girlfriend's thigh comfortingly.

"So...much pressure," Gabby breathed, squirming around in unease. "It feels like they already wanna come out..."

"Does it hurt?"

"Kinda, but- ngggh- not as much as I thought," Gabby explained. "Just so...full and tight! Ghhh!"

Lana watched as her girlfriend bore down, and as her belly visibly shrank from the force. She was already trying to push...

"Hold on, I'm gonna move off the edge of the bed," Lana told her. "Scoot yourself over, I'll have a better angle to help you at."

She got out from between Gabby's legs and started moving to the side of the bed. As she did, she felt a sudden tightening in her own swollen belly. She gripped it, eyebrows furrowing. That...wasn't anything, right? Though, her belly seemed to have stopped growing, too...

Lana tried not to think about it as she got off the bed. She knelt at the bedside, waiting for Gabby to move over.

Meanwhile, Gabby was struggling. She'd turned her body a bit, shifting her hips, but quickly had to stop. "Ooooh...oh, babe, it's moving down, I can feel it!"

"Come on, it's okay," Lana encouraged. She grabbed onto Gabby's legs as she turned, helping her into position. She scooted over in front of Lana, ass right to the edge of the bed with her legs hanging over the sides. Lana was once more between her thighs, eye level with her crotch. Her sex was red and swollen.

Gabby grimaced and clutched her heaving mound of belly. "Hnnggh, here comes another contraction! Fuck, it feels like there's a- mmh- bowling ball down there!"

As her girlfriend strained, Lana felt another cramp. She cradled her twin belly with one hand. This was not good timing...

Gabby moaned as her belly heaved. "Uuunggh! I've gotta p-push!"

Lana needed a way to distract them both. Acting impulsively, she leaned in, putting her mouth against Gabby's pussy. Using her tongue, she began to stimulate her partner's clit.

Upon contact, Gabby gasped and quaked. "Oh, f-fuck! Babe...!"

Lana wrapped her arms around Gabby's thighs to get a better hold. "Mmf- does this...help?"

"Uff...f-fuck...yes!" Gabby sputtered, gyrating her hips with Lana's movements.

Lana kept sliding her tongue over Gabby's most sensitive areas, sucking and biting where she could. She could feel that Gabby's pussy was starting to bulge outward, a weight pressing on it from within. The baby's head was coming.

All the while, she was quickly confirming to herself that she was having her own contractions. She was feeling that tightness and pressure that her girlfriend mentioned.

Gabby bore down again. "I'm pushing it ooout! I can- mmmmmmhh- feel it!"

Lana moved her head back and watched as Gabby's labia began to part, and the small teardop shape of a baby's head appeared. She stared in awe while she grabbed the hem of her tank top to wipe her mouth off. "Whoa..."

"Are you...seeing anything?" Gabby panted.

"Yeah, I see the head," Lana said. "You're actually pushing out a baby. Holy shit..."

Hearing that seemed to empower Gabby. She pushed again, and the crown between her legs grew bigger.

Lana moved her hands to be able to guide the head out. She spoke more words of encouragement, putting aside the fact that she was going into labor herself. She could keep quiet about it- things surely weren't too far along, and it wasn't terribly painful yet.

With Gabby's next contraction, the head reached a full crown, and she cried out. "GAAAAAH!! Ngggh!"

"Does it burn?" Lana asked.

"I- it- yeah, but like- it just- I can't even explain...hhnngggooohh GOD!"

Gabby pushed hard, and the baby's head popped fully out, along with a spurt of fluid.

"You got the head out!" Lana exclaimed, cradling the slimy mass in her hands, checking to make sure everything looked right. "You're doing so great, keep going!"

Just as she said it, Lana felt a sudden release. She glanced down as a gush of liquid escaped from between her legs, soaking her spandex shorts and leaking onto the rug below. Well, shit...there went her waters. And the rug would definitely need washing, too...

She looked back up as Gabby howled, giving her biggest push yet. The baby squeezed out past its widest point, quickly spilling out into Lana's awaiting hands. Gabby gasped and fell back, exhausted and relieved.

"My god, you did it, babe! You had a baby!" Lana said, staring at the newborn in wonder. "Awww, wow, a little girl..."

Gabby tried to look up and smiled weakly. "Hhh...wow...so, does it...really have no cord...?"

"No, it doesn't," Lana confirmed. The baby had no umbilical cord, and was staying rather quiet, though definitely breathing. After their research, Lana and Gabby both knew that these phenomena were standard for Gravidade babies, but it was still a bit strange to witness. "Hang on, let me get her settled..."

Lana took the baby and carried her away, hobbling across the floor on her knees. She went over to the foot of the bed, where they had a plush storage ottoman. With her free hand, she took a blanket from within the bin and spread it out over top of the cushion. She lay the newborn there, using the corner of the blanket to wipe her clean a bit.

Just then, Gabby started to groan again. "Ooohh babe...I think there's another right behind..."

"Coming- ghh!" said Lana, clutching her belly once more as it tightened. She was going to try and ignore that contraction, and the increasing downward pressure she was feeling...

As she worked her way back over to the bedside, Gabby called to her, somewhat sheepishly. "Mmm...do you think you could...touch me again? It felt really good- nnngh- just then..."

"Of course, my love," Lana said softly, planting herself between Gabby's thighs again. Instead of using her mouth this time, she went in with her fingers, using her thumb to rub on Gabby's clit.

Gabby began to squirm and moan with pleasure as her body worked through more contractions. Meanwhile, Lana's contractions were working her baby down quickly. The pressure was very low on her hips, the head surely already passing through the birth canal. All she did to accommodate this was spread her knees a bit wider, still focused on taking care of her partner.

After only a minute or so, Gabby began to push again, shuddering and growling from her efforts. She was sweating profusely now, hair matted and hands clammy.

Lana was faring largely the same, a long rivulet of sweat dripping down her face as she worked her magic on Gabby's sensitive parts. She was also beginning to feel the urge to push, and her body was ready to give in subconsciously.

Gabby heaved and strained, clutching the bedsheets in her fists and shoving her head back into the mattress. "Uuunnghh! It's moving down...f-filling me...it's so...mmmmh!"

Hearing her girlfriend's moans, Lana bit her lip. It seemed like she was almost getting off to giving birth...could the clit stim be helping that much? Or was she just that into it? It was giving Lana all sorts of feelings she'd never unlocked before. She licked her lips and started to press her thumb down harder.

All the while, pressure was building between Lana's legs. Even as she worked to further her girlfriend's pleasure, she was huffing and puffing her way through contractions. Now, the baby's head was right at its exit, starting to push its way down and out.

"Nggh- oooh here it comes!" Gabby bellowed. Lana watched as her vaginal lips started to part again, making way for the second baby's head. "God- so tight!"

Lana grimaced a bit as her own body tightened and squeezed. She reached one hand past her belly and groped down between her legs, feeling a small bulge. While fondling herself and staring at Gabby's opening, she felt an odd and wildly intimate sense of connection. The same thing that she was witnessing was happening to herself. She was going to push a baby out, just like her girlfriend. And, fuck...if Gabby's birth had felt anything like what she was feeling, it was no wonder her partner was getting so worked up. She allowed herself to bear down a bit, feeling the baby's head spread her more. God, she was really doing this...

"Hoo- hoo- oooaaahhhh!!" Gabby moaned, pulling Lana back from her thoughts. Quickly, Lana brought both her hands back up to support the emerging baby. Gabby was pushing hard, and the head was crowning fast.

"Take it- mmhh- easy, babe," Lana panted. "Don't hurt yourself, just let it come."

"I wanna come- want IT to- just- mmmGGGH FUCK!"

As Gabby's second baby neared a full crown, Lana felt her own baby pressing down into her underwear. Her kneeling stance slowly sank lower and spread wider, her body moving along with the intense downward pressure. "Mmmhhhh babe you're doing so goooooooood..."

"I'm- mmmm I'm tryingggg," Gabby whined. "Is it...coming out?"

"Oooohh it's totally coming ooout," Lana said, not sure if she was talking to herself or Gabby at that point. Her upper and lower halves were focused on entirely different things.

Breathing heavily, Gabby gave herself only a moment's rest before pushing again. This time, her second baby's head popped out fully.

"Ah! Oooh, I can't stop pushing...it- mphh- f-feels too...good!" she squeaked.

"You got it, babe, just- mhh...go nice and steady," Lana encouraged. She was trembling from the feeling of her own baby stretching her. There was pressure and pain, but through that, it did somehow feel good...was that another Gravidade side effect? Or was all birth like this...?

"Ohhh it's gonna come, I'm gonna-" Gabby croaked, gritting her teeth as she bore down. The baby squeezed out past its shoulders, and there was once more a little human sliding out into Lana's arms. "NGAAAAAAAHHH! Oh, fuck!"

Lana caught the baby and tried to sit back with it in her arms, though moving was difficult with a crowning head between her legs. She looked at the baby and smiled. "Whew! Another girl!"

Gabby sighed with relief, collapsing onto the bed again. "Hhhh, man...that was a lot."

"Mmmh... yeah," Lana muttered, throat tight. She could feel her own baby pressing further into her clothes, the head feeling ready to come out. She would have loved to stare at Gabby's newborn for longer, but there wasn't much time until she'd have one of her own. She maneuvered her way over to the ottoman, careful not to make any sudden or heavy moves, lest gravity pull her baby out more.

As Lana was nestling the second newborn next to the first, Gabby called to her. "Hooo...okay, babe, there's definitely more in me...but I think we've got some time before the next one comes."

Lana looked over, watching as Gabby rubbed her still-massive belly, skin flushed from all her efforts. She was looking up at the ceiling, obviously not yet feeling ready to sit up.

"Do you...hnngh...need anything? Water? More pillows?" Lana asked.

"No, but..." Gabby said softly, "...I do want you to come up here...so I can thank you."

Lana gulped, fully aware of the nearly-birthed head tenting out her shorts. But who was she to say no to her girlfriend's request? "...Say no more, my love."

There was still plenty of room on the ottoman, so Lana used it as a step to help herself get up. Every movement of her legs threatened to open up more room for the emerging baby, and every shift of her weight made her want to push more. But she held back, just for now.

Gabby saw Lana approaching on her hands and knees and smiled. "Mmmh, there you are...look at you, all...hooo...big and pregnant."

Lana smiled, trying to hide the fact that she was giving birth. "Nnnh... uh huh." She crawled right over to her girlfriend, their faces close, bellies touching.

Abruptly, Gabby reached up with both hands and grabbed Lana's breasts, earning a grunt. She squeezed playfully and hummed. "Ooooh, and look at these...so full. I think- mmmh- the milk's starting to leak into your shirt...how many cup sizes do you think you've gone up, hmmm?"

The sudden sensation caused Lana to arch her back, sticking her ass more into the air. She pushed involuntarily as Gabby squeezed into her sensitive flesh. "Ooohhggh... nnho... I dunno..."

"And this..." Gabby continued, moving her hands down to cup Lana's sweaty, bulging belly. "You got so big...how does it feel for you?"

Lana's breath caught at the touch of Gabby's hands on her bare belly. The skin was so stretched and sensitive... "Mmmh...hooo...it feels...unngh...great."

"It's tight, like a drum..." Gabby marveled, starting to move her hands around in slow, long circles. "I'm sure it could use some rubs..."

"I..." Lana started, just before giving in to another push. Her hips moved back, and when she bore down, the baby's head came fully out into her shorts, stretching the elastic fabric profusely. "NNGH! Ahhhh..."

Gabby noticed her girlfriend's thighs shaking. Lana's head was down, and she was obviously in distress. "Babe? Are you okay...?"

"I'm...okay," Lana grunted. "You can...mmph...keep rubbing my belly..."

"Okay..." Gabby said, continuing to run her fingers across Lana's middle. The sensation quelled the labor pains, which Lana enjoyed.

"Mmmh, that's it..." Lana cooed, now rocking forward and back on her knees, her body fully focused on easing the baby out. The shoulders were starting to stretch her, causing immense pressure. "Hooooooo..."

After a moment, Gabby smirked. "You know, that's not the only thing I can rub..."

"Mmmghh..." Lana gurgled in response. She was helpless to intervene as Gabby reached one hand between her legs, immediately feeling the baby's head protruding under her clothes.

Shocked, Gabby gasped. "Babe!! What the hell? You didn't tell me yours was coming out!"

"Didn't...wanna worry you- ngggggghhhhh...!" Lana pushed again. This time, the baby was fully born, lodging itself in the leg of her shorts. "Ooooh...it's out. Shit, it's really out."

Quickly, Lana sat herself up, gasping for air. She tugged her shorts and underwear halfway down, just enough past her ass to be able to reach in and grab the baby. Gabby just stared open-mouthed, still processing what just happened.

Lana smiled as she brought the baby, a little boy, up into her arms. "Ohh, hi baby...Oh, look at you..."

"Damn, babe, you really just did that!" Gabby said, laughing incredulously. "Wow. You made it seem like nothing."

"Yeah...did not expect it to be that fast..." Lana breathed.

"Yeah...oof," Gabby said, first chuckling, then wincing as she clutched her belly. "Uh, speaking of which..."

"You got another one coming?" Lana asked. Her girlfriend nodded in response.

After pulling her shorts back up, Lana carried her baby over to the ottoman, sitting him with the others. She took a moment to breathe and reset, then went back over to her partner.

Gabby was shifting around on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position. "Uggh... my back is aching."

"Do you wanna try a different position?" Lana asked.

"Actually...mmh- maybe, yeah. I wanna get on my hands and knees, like you just were."

It took Gabby a minute, but with Lana's assistance, she was able to roll her heavy body over, getting up into her new position. Her head faced the pillows, and her backside faced Lana, who was once more in place to help guide her baby out.

"Did it...nnggh...help to rock back and forth?" Gabby asked.

"Yeah, I think so," Lana said, cradling her own belly. "It helped the baby move down easier."

Gabby nodded. "Okay...hoooo. I'm gonna- mmh- focus on these contractions...if you could maybe just rub my back a bit."

"You got it," Lana said. As she started to gently massage Gabby's back, she had time to collect her thoughts and think about the current situation. She'd just given birth...and Gabby was about to have a third kid, all from what seemed like magic. They weren't done quite yet...Lana knew she still had one more baby in her womb, and Gabby surely had another. But things were going fast, and after they'd pushed out their babies...they'd probably never be pregnant again. Lana caressed her belly, feeling melancholy for a moment. She'd barely gotten to enjoy being pregnant...she didn't want it to end yet...

She was pulled from her reverie by her girlfriend's moans. Lana watched as Gabby's body tensed up, her belly lifting up from the bed.

"Ooohhh God," Gabby groaned, burying her face in her arms. "Yeah, this one's...definitely coming fast. Nggghh!"

"That's okay, babe, you're doing so good," Lana said, pressing her palms into Gabby's aching muscles. "Do you like being in this position?"

"Gghh- yeah," Gabby grunted. "Hooo...I think...I want you to rub my belly now..."

Lana leaned in as far as she could with her own belly in the way. As she attempted to reach around, she unmistakably felt another contraction of her own. Shit, things really weren't letting up...

She placed a hand flat on the side of Gabby's low-hanging belly and began to rub in circles. Gabby hummed and cooed in response, enjoying Lana's touch.

"I never thought...this would feel so nice," Gabby breathed.

"Tell me about it," Lana replied. "It doesn't even...mmmggh...feel real."

"I just can't believe..." Gabby started, trailing off in the middle of the sentence as her next contraction hit. "Hoooo....nngaaah! Ah, fuck...I gotta start...pushing again!"

Lana held onto Gabby's belly as she pushed, feeling the muscles tighten under her fingertips. She watched as Gabby's pussy began to bulge out just slightly, and redoubled the efforts on rubbing her gravid swell.

At the same time, Lana felt another contraction of her own. She desperately wished that her body would hold out; maybe if she tried to ignore it, labor would last longer.

"NNGAAAHH!" Gabby bellowed. "It's- ghhh- stretching me!"

Lana watched as the now-familiar teardrop shape formed between Gabby's legs. She moved her hand away from her girlfriend's heaving belly in order to guide the head out. "Doing great, babe. Mmh...keep pushing!"

Gabby spread her legs wider and bore down again. She was getting good at this, now- the baby's head quickly reached a full crown.

Meanwhile, Lana felt the weight of her baby sinking lower, down through her birth canal. God, please hold on, she thought. As long as she didn't try to push, she could probably keep the baby in for a bit...

"Unnggh!!" Gabby grunted, as she got the head out. She was certainly not thinking about holding back.

Lana supported the head as fluid dripped onto the sheets below. "Nnhh- almost there, Gabby! You got this!"

Gabby pushed again as the baby's shoulders stretched her. "Ahhh it buuurns, fuck!"

"Come o- onnnnnnn!" Lana groaned, her whole body tightening as a contraction sent her baby's head right up against its exit. She instinctively clutched the underside of her belly and grimaced. "Oooh, ohhhh..."

"I- I've got it, it's..." Gabby choked. "...Hnng! It's COMINGGGGGAAAAAH!!"

With a final push, the baby was born into Lana's hands. Lana held it gently, even as she was struggling through her own labor.

"Ahh...mmmggh...you did it. It's a buh...boy," Lana said, growing weary.

"God...wow..." Gabby replied, gasping for air. She'd collapsed forward onto the pillows, also exhausted. "I dunno how much longer I can keep this up...!"

"Well," Lana breathed, as she turned to set the newborn down. "I think we both only have one baby left...then we're- nggh- done."

"God," Gabby repeated, lost for words. She turned over, flopping onto her back and splaying her arms out like a starfish. Her still-pregnant belly rose and fell with her heavy breathing. She was drenched in sweat at this point, having endured a proper workout.

After resting the baby on the ottoman, Lana turned back and started crossing the bed to approach her girlfriend. The baby was trying to escape her, but she clenched her muscles, attempting to stop it from crowning through sheer willpower. It was working somewhat, but keeping a straight face through it all was another kind of challenge.

Lana knelt in front of Gabby and began to rub her belly with both hands. "Take a breather, babe. We've...mmph...only got so much longer to enjoy this..."

Gabby closed her eyes and exhaled. "Hooo...this has been...so intense."

"Hrrnngh- I know," Lana grunted. She couldn't help tensing up as the baby's head began to press down into her panties. The pressure on her pelvis was unbearable. "...But I've been...ghh- loving every bit."

"Me too," Gabby said, her tired eyes looking up at Lana lovingly. "I love you so much."

Lana bent down as best she could, planting her arms on either side of her partner's shoulders. "I love you too," she said, before leaning down and meeting Gabby's lips with a kiss.

Gabby was worn out, but did her best to kiss back passionately. She took her arms and wrapped them around Lana's back, pulling her in.

"Ah-!" Lana yelped, caught off guard. She almost head-butted Gabby was she was forced downward, the two girls' bellies colliding and pressing together. The added pressure caused Lana's baby to crown more, and she let out a low moan. "Uuuooaah! Ohhh fuck..."

Hearing this, Gabby knew something was wrong. "What's...? Oh no, don't tell me..."

Lana grimaced and bit her lip as she felt Gabby's hand leave her back and trace its way around her body, down between her legs, where the bulge of the baby's head was prominent.

"You've got another coming out..." Gabby observed, gently feeling the lump with her fingers.

"Y-yeah..." Lana croaked. She felt herself getting flushed, feeling ashamed at the question she was about to ask. "D-do you...nngggh...think you could...p-push it back?"

"...Huh?"

"J-just a bit, with your hand," Lana sputtered, knowing how crazy she sounded. "I'm...I just...don't wanna stop...b-being pregnant yet."

Gabby stared at Lana with eyebrows furrowed...but quickly, she started to understand. She pondered while Lana tried desperately not to push any more. After a moment, Lana saw her expression shift.

"...Hold still, this'll probably hurt." Gabby said softly.

Lana barely had a second to brace herself before Gabby was pushing back on the crown between her legs. She let out a choked groan as she instantly felt the pain of the baby being forced back into her. Her jaw clenched and her legs shook, but Gabby did not relent until the head was all the way back inside, and her hand could press flat again Lana's vulva.

Once it was done, Gabby removed her hand, and quickly maneuvered her pregnant body to get off the bed. "Okay, hold it there for a sec. I have an idea."

Still reeling from what had just happened, Lana fell onto her side, grasping her belly and squeezing her thighs together. "Ohhh...wh-what're you...doing?"

She watched as Gabby waddled over to their dresser, opening the drawer of athletic garb. After a little searching, she pulled out three pairs of spandex shorts.

"Here- mmpph- put this on," Gabby told her, tossing one of the pairs over. "And I'll put on the other two. That should hold things off for a bit."

Lana was surprised at her girlfriend's suggestion. She sat up and picked up the shorts. "A-are you sure that's...smart?"

"Like you said, we- hooo- don't have much time," Gabby explained, starting to step into the shorts one by one. "I'm feeling my contractions starting again too, and- ngggh!- if we wanna enjoy these pregnancies while we can, this should hold everything together a...ggh, a little longer."

Realistically, Lana had no time to mull it over. A few more minutes of waiting, and their babies were going to be born, and the pregnancies they'd been dreaming of would be over for good. "...Okay. Let's try it..."

The two young women both managed to wrangle the stretchy shorts up past their thighs and wide hips. Gabby now had two layers of shorts on, while Lana had a couple pairs of her own, as well as her panties underneath.

"How does it feel?" Gabby asked, waddling over as she cradled her belly.

"Definitely very tight," Lana said, as two layers of compression fabric dug into her. "But it...hoooo...feels like everything will, uh...stay in place for a while."

"Mhmm, totally," Gabby said, feeling the fabric over her crotch with her hand. "Gotta be a pretty strong baby to- ngghh- get through that."

Lana grunted and heaved as she stood up from the bed, still trying to keep her legs together, fearing the baby would start coming out again. "Oof...so, ah...what now? Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

"I think I could definitely use some water," Gabby said. "I've been...mmph...sweating a lot."

"Me too," Lana agreed. She began to walk out of the room with Gabby, but stopped briefly. "Oh, wait, hold on..."

Lana reached up and grabbed the bottom of her tank top, which had become wet with milk and stained with sweat. She pulled the well-worn garment up over her head and tossed it onto the bed. Her breasts spilled out over top of her belly, full and heavy. Now, both girls were fully naked except for their shorts.

Gabby's mouth curved into a smirk, and Lana smiled back. "...Okay, that feels better. Now let's go."

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The two made their way back out to the living areas, taking slow, narrow footsteps. The couple was very worn out by now, and didn't want their walking around to speed up labor. Gabby detoured to the bathroom to wash her hands and face while Lana went to the kitchen to fill glasses of water.

While standing at the sink, Lana began to struggle again. Her body was not happy with her after Gabby put the birth into reverse. Now she was faced with incessant contractions and a constant low, heavy feeling on her hips. She swayed from side to side, shifting her weight back and forth, trying to breathe deeply and steadily. The baby's head pressed right at its exit, threatening to crown again at any moment...

Suddenly, Lana felt a pair of hands grab her by the waist, and she yelped. Behind her, she heard Gabby start to chuckle. Her girlfriend's pregnant belly pressed into her back, and she sighed.

"Babe, don't do thaaaat," she groaned. "No sudden movements...you're- unnggh- gonna make me start pushing again."

"Oh yeah?" Gabby said. She took one hand and traced it over Lana's backside, down between her legs, causing her to shudder. She took her fingers and gently rubbed at Lana's pussy through her shorts, right where the baby would be coming out. "Go ahead...I'll just push it back again and again...nnhh...until you tell me to stop."

Lana felt her heart pounding, her loins quivering. "Mmmhh...please..." She angled her hips back toward her partner, still clutching the full water glasses.

Feeling playful, Gabby brought both her hands back up and started to fondle Lana's breasts, kneading the flesh like dough. Spurts of milk jetted out into the sink with each squeeze. Lana gasped and whimpered, getting very turned on despite herself.

"Ooooh, babe..." Lana moaned. She set down the glasses, so as not to spill or break anything. She gripped the edge of the sink, starting to lose control of her urges. She bore down a bit, and her sex bugled out into her underwear just slightly...

Abruptly, Gabby removed her hands, realizing she may have been working things up too quickly. She came up next to her girlfriend and grabbed a glass. "Sorry...let's rehydrate and get back to the bedroom."

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The walk back to the bedroom was even more laborious. Both women were getting very close to giving birth to their final babies...Lana's was more than ready to start crowning again, and Gabby's wasn't very far behind. The girls waddled toward the bed huffing and puffing, Lana slightly doubled over while Gabby was slightly bow-legged. Once there, they crawled up on their hands and knees, flopping onto their sides so that they could face each other. They reached their arms out in a loving embrace, as close as their could get with their round bellies between them.

Gabby ran her fingers through Lana's messy hair, looking into her eyes. "Thank you again...so much," she whispered. "This has been...nggghh...so incredible."

"Pregnant you is- ghhh- just as beautiful as I'd imagined," Lana said, trying not to let her voice sound so strained. "I'm so glad I- hooo- nghh...c-could make this happen."

"I wish- uunngghhh...!" Gabby groaned, grimacing and clutching her tight belly.

Lana put her hand alongside Gabby's, rubbing her girlfriend's gravid swell. "Are you feeling pushy?"

Gabby simply nodded. Lana kept rubbing her girlfriend's belly, letting her work through the contractions and urges. She tried to take in as much sensory information as possible, so that she would always remember what her partner's pregnant belly felt like.

At the same time, Lana was actively fighting back from pushing. She had her legs pressed together, almost crossed, and noticed that Gabby was doing the same.

After the contraction faded, Gabby took a deep breath and stared at Lana again. "You know, babe...hoooo...I feel like I've barely done anything for you...come here."

She shifted down, so that her head was more in line with Lana's chest. She took the breast resting on top into her mouth and began to suckle.

Lana gasped, immediately feeling jolts of pleasure. Gabby had of course played with her tits before, but it never felt this good. She hugged Gabby with one arm and weaved her fingers into her girlfriend's hair.

"God damn, you taste good," Gabby said through her teeth, as she started to nibble and lick, taking in milk. "This is...mmhh...a whole new level of sexy."

A moan escaped Lana's throat as she gripped the back of Gabby's head, holding her in close. The erotic pleasure was once more washing away her inhibitions, and she felt the need to push overcome her. She lifted her top leg, opening up her hips and giving the baby room to emerge.

Gabby kept sucking, now using one hand to rub Lana's belly. "You feel so...unngh, fertile...like you were meant to carry babies..."

"Ooooh, baaabe..." Lana groaned, scrunching up her face as she bore down. She realized she couldn't stop herself from pushing, not with Gabby stimulating her body like this. She felt her labia parting, the head crowning once more into her shorts. "Nnguuhh...oh! Ahh, f-fuck! B-abe, it's...nnnh!!!"

Gabby took her mouth off Lana's breast, scooting herself back up a bit. She let the hand on Lana's belly drift down between her legs. "Mmh...push for me, baby."

Now Lana really couldn't stop. For the first time, she pushed with everything she had. She growled in pleasure and pain as the head quickly pressed outward into her shorts, into Gabby's hand...but it could go no further than that. If the two layers of shorts weren't enough of a barrier, the hand definitely was. Lana's baby was stuck at just about a full crown, leaving her the gasp and moan helplessly.

"Shhh, take it easy," Gabby said. She started to rub gentle circles on the bulge in Lana's pants. "Just take it in...feel how it's stretching you."

Lana slowed her breathing and tried to relax, despite the pressure. She felt the tightness of her belly, the indescribable sensation of fullness in her groin. The full weight of her baby, right there, ready to be born...and Gabby's hand, coaxing it to stay in place. She thought about Gabby calling her fertile, and how much she enjoyed that...how great it felt to be bearing life...

After a moment, Gabby retracted her hand a bit. It was now time for her to start grimacing and moaning, earning Lana's attention. She saw that Gabby had curled up more, and had opened her legs up a bit. Lana took her hand from Gabby's back and brought it down past their pregnant belly, down between her girlfriend's legs, where there was another lump forming.

"You're...crowning, too," Lana breathed.

Gabby nodded again, frantically. "A-a little..."

The two just lay there for a moment, entangled in each other. Their bellies pressed into one another, their tits both leaking drops of milk onto the sheets. Their hands between each other's legs, each cradling the head of an emerging baby, confined by tight clothes. It was an intensely intimate moment that neither had ever experienced or thought they would experience. The whole time, they looked in each other's eyes, communicating a thousand things but saying nothing.

Eventually, something had to give. Lana watched as Gabby bore down again, and felt as the baby's head pushed out further into her palm. Gabby grunted, "Babe...I love you, but...I don't think we can keep doing this forever..."

"I...I know..." Lana sighed. She tensed up as her baby pushed out just a bit further, despite the restraints. "I just...fuck, I'm gonna miss being pregnant..."

Gabby chuckled, despite her straining. "Heh...and to think, you were so- mmggh- freaked out at first."

"I just didn't know what was going on!" Lana said. "Like, nngggh- I didn't even drink any guh...Gravidade, right? So how...?"

"Maybe it was...gggh...that light you saw," Gabby joked.

"Who fucking knows. I just know it- mmggh, fuck- won't be this easy to be pregnant again..."

Gabby removed her hand from between Lana's legs and placed it tenderly on her belly. "Well, nngh- never say never," she said. "We could get pregnant again...be surrogates, or something...and for a...hooo...whole nine months, too."

"I guess...you're right," Lana said. She felt herself pushing again, and this time, the head was at a full crown, about to force itself out into her tight shorts. "Okay...gggh!...I'm done...let's get these babies out."

The two had held out long enough. They feverishly went to remove their shorts, but it was easier said than done. They were so swollen and sweaty, and the fabric so tight, that it took a lot of effort just to peel them off their hips.

"Mggh- oh god," Gabby grunted, trying to wiggle her hips as she tugged her shorts down past her ass. "It's fucking c-cominggg!"

"Ooh, oh, ohhhhh...!" Gabby moaned, her remaining strength split between pushing out the baby and pulling off her clothes. Every inch she pulled her shorts down, the baby emerged to fill the space. The head popped out, and she shuddered.

Gabby had gotten her shorts down to her knees, and that was enough for her. Her baby was already halfway out by the time she got on all fours to push. "NnggGHUOOAAH!!"

As Gabby's baby slid out, Lana gave up on trying to full remove her shorts, opting to flop on her back and bear down.

"HHHRNNGH! GAAH!" Lana bellowed, giving her final push. The baby had just enough room to come out, landing in Lana's shorts like a hammock.

Totally spent, the two girls collapsed onto the bed, resting in their own pools of sweat, milk, and birth fluids.

"Guh...we did it, babe..." Gabby panted. "We fucking did it."

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Unfortunately, the two couldn't rest for very long, because they had a lot to take care of. They took turns using the restroom, cleaning themselves up, and getting dressed into pajamas.

Lana stripped the bed and picked up the rug to make a laundry pile, while Gabby went and retrieved the empty bottle of Gravidade from the living room floor, as a keepsake.

At the end, the two sat on the bedroom floor, hugging each other. Gabby kissed the top of Lana's head softly while Lana rubbed her back.

"Best Valentine's Day ever, huh?" Lana asked.

"Yeah," Gabby breathed. She quietly looked over at the ottoman, where six whole newborns were now sleeping soundly.

"So, uhhhh...now what?"

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THE END

[ozwriterchick]

Anaesthetic..

Summary: A bit of fun when you come out of anaesthesia after an operation.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader

No warnings

Word count: approx 1400

A/N: I'm heading to hospital tomorrow for my 2nd cancer surgery - a liver resection - and I have been wathcing alot of Tiktoks about anaesthesia and came across the funny ones when people are coming out of it, and it inspired this in my brain.

I hope you enjoy!

I appreciate each and every one of you.

Not Beta'd so any mistakes are my own.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist

It had been a long day for Bucky so far.  You’d had a 4am wake up call to be at the hospital by 6am.  He dropped you off like you asked and pretended to leave.  You had told him that you couldn’t see the need for him to hang around and suggested he go home and get some sleep while you were in surgery.

Bucky couldn’t imagine heboth you and’d be able to have any kind of restful sleep while you weren’t right next to him, so he bought a newspaper and sat in the hospital coffee shop reading and trying to concentrate on the crossword puzzle. 

Crosswords weren’t something he normally enjoyed but having sat beside you and helped you out with your daily “brain exercise” as you loved to call it, he found it now gave him some comfort.

You had listed him on your hospital admissions paperwork as next of kin so he knew they would call you as soon as the operation was done to let him know how you were.  He wanted to be close by, not because he could be of assistance if, god forbid, anything went wrong.  More so that he could see you as soon as you were able to have visitors.

Bucky had decided to take a walk, the crossword had frustrated him to no end because he didn’t have you beside him to answer the questions he always had when you both were trying to complete the puzzle.

There wasn’t much around this hospital but he found a couple of local shops where he picked up some things for you and then stumbled upon a park with a coffee cart, so he took the opportunity to relax with some nature and have a decent cup of coffee, not the stuff you normally get out of hospital vending machines.

He felt like he wasn’t there more than 15 minutes however, when his phone rang.  Looking down he saw it was a private number so he figured it was more than likely the hospital  It couldn’t have been anyone from the Avengers because he had their numbers saved, and he knew it wouldn’t be anyone calling from a landline at the tower because they all knew he was off today at the least for your surgery.

Picking up the phone and hitting the answer button, he braced himself for whatever was about to come next, good or bad.  “Hello?”

“Uh, good afternoon am I speaking to James Barnes?” the voice enquired.

“Yes, this is he, I mean that’s me, I mean yes, I’m James Barnes” he could hear the girl giggle quietly through the phone at his seeming inability to put together a coherent sentence.

“Well, I’m Sasha a nurse in the recover suite, we just wanted to let you know that Yn has come through the surgery perfectly, she is in recovery and you can come sit with her whenever you get here.”

“Oh that’s such a relief, thank you Sasha, I’m just down the street in a little park so I’ll be there in like 10 minutes or so” he confirmed for her.

“Oh, are you in Ventnor Park?  I love that place, sometimes if I can swing it I go there to eat my lunch.  Well, we’ll see you soon Mr Barnes” to which she hung up the phone before he could say any more.

He ditched his almost empty coffee cup in the nearby bin and started walking back to the hospital, eager to see you again, even though it had only been a few hours since he dropped you off.

As Bucky approached the recovery suite, he had to admit to himself that he was getting a little anxious about how you’d be after the anaesthesia and all, but he was very excited to see you again.

He pressed the button on the door to gain access and the nurse who came to open the door asked who he was here to see. 

“I’m James Barnes, I’m here for Yn Yln” he informed her quietly.

“Oh yes, Mr Barnes, come through, she’s in bed 7.  She’s still quite groggy but that’s totally normal.  I’ll grab a chair for beside her bed so you can sit there.”

“Thank you ma’am.  I appreciate that” he replied.

Moving down the row of beds he rounded the curtain towards you and stood at the end of your bed.  The nurse approached and quietly placed the chair beside your bed.  Bucky gave her a quick nod and sat himself down, reaching for your hand.

At the feeling of his hand in yours, you stirred.  Unfocused eyes roaming around the room, landing on him and widening dramatically in reaction.

“Oh, hi” you said to him.

“Hi Yn, how are you feeling?”

“Umm, ok.. I think, I’m not sure my brain is working properly yet.”

“No, you’ve only just woken up, it will take a while before you’re completely with it again.  They said the surgery went well so that’s a bonus”

“Oh, yeah, but you might have to tell me again later” she slurred a little when speaking but, again, it was totally understandable.

You drifted off again for a few minutes, opening your eyes and looking around again.  You noticed a handsome man sitting at your bedside.

“Oh my god! You are gorgeous” you say to him.

Bucky looks around, not realising you are talking to him at first.  “Umm, ok, well thanks, I’m glad you think so” he replied to you.

“No, I mean look at you, you look like a god” you exclaimed.

“Well, again, thank you, umm…” he stammered, blushing.  He looked for your nurse who just smiled and nodded that this was another normal thing for some people.

“I mean damn boy” you began. “If I didn’t have a boyfriend, I’d wife you up so quickly”

Bucky laughed “Well, that’s a shame that you have a boyfriend because I’d love to wife you up”

“Oh no, you can’t say those kind of things to me, I have a boyfriend!” you whisper yell the last part at him.

“Yes, I know you do, you told me that.  But can’t we have something as well?” he chucked again to himself, enjoying this side of you.

“Hmmm, I don’t think so.  You see, my boyfriend is very tall and muscly and very, very strong and I’d hate to see him mess up your pretty face.” You sighed.

“Well, we wouldn’t want that now, would we” he smiled.

“Nurse” you raised your voice.  Seeing her round the end of the curtain you asked “Did you call my boyfriend.  Do you know when he’ll be here?”

“Yes, I called him, in fact, he’s here already” the nurse replied.

You turn to Bucky “Oh no, you better go, he’s gonna get real mad if he comes in here and sees you holding my hand like this.”

Bucky just chuckled, this was hilarious and he knew if Sam were here he’d be filming this but he didn’t want you to be embarrassed later on if anyone saw it other than the 2 of you.

“Don't laugh, I mean it” you start crying.

“Oh baby” he said, concerned. “What’s wrong, why are you crying?” he couldn’t bear to see you upset and wanted to be able to fix it for you.

“No, it’s just my boyfriend is here and you’re here and I love him so much but you’re just so beautiful and I don’t want him to punch your face off.”

“Babe” Bucky began.

“No, you can’t call me babe, that’s what he calls me” you cry even harder.

“Yn, listen to me.  I am your boyfriend.  I’m James.”

“My boyfriends name is Bucky, you can’t be him because he’s coming here and you’re already here.”

“Trust me, my love, I am Bucky, I am also James, I am also your boyfriend and I think after this I have no choice but to wife you up like you said you’d do to me” he leaned forward and kissed your lips lightly and tenderly.

“Oh dear, now you’ve kissed me and… Wait, did you say you are my boyfriend?  How did I get so lucky to land someone like you?”

“Yes sugar, I am and we have forever to work out how I was so lucky to land you, not the other way around.  Now you lay your head back and relax so we can get the rest of this anaesthesia out of your system and back to reality.”

[kabr0ztrousers]

Can we get another hucow with some minotaur/bull hybrid action?

(Heavy on the pet play, pretty please!!)

Loving this challenge series, keep up the good fight!

Hucows and minotaurs? Two of my favourite subjects (as I'm sure you've all noticed)

Kabr0z Writes episode 46: Another day in the fields

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

This story loosely follows episode 34 - it's not required reading, but it is added context

CWs: enthusiastic consent; petplay; power imbalance; hucows; impregnation; heat cycle; forced creampie; breeding; belly-riding; cockwarming; public sex;

A/N: There's 16 asks in the box right now, so those of you who have submitted please don't lose faith! Also, do asks occasionally change their order in the inbox? I'm sure I'm seeing stuff in the middle of the pack I don't remember 😄 If things get a little whacky with the queue, I apologise

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It's been a year since you joined the herd. Since then you'd settled in with the girls, enjoying your daily milking, lazing in the fields, chewing the cud. Your body had changed too, you weren't trim or fit when you joined, but you never lost the baby weight from your child Aaron put in you when you joined his herd. You'd given birth a few months ago, your daughter joining the herd with you, but now your empty womb wants more.

The barn doors opened and Aaron entered, working from one end of the barn to the other, attaching the machinery to cow after cow. The women's soft mooing filling the barn. You knew how he worked, always snaking the same path through the barn so nobody was ever missed. You'd made sure you'd be one of the first, you didn't want anyone getting to him first, after all.

Aaron's huge hands stroked your hair, his big eyes looking into yours. You stroked his muzzle, eyes scanning his face, the gold ring in his nose, his long curving horns, before sliding down past his broad chest to the noticeable bulge in his jeans.

You relaxed under his touch, nuzzling up to his chest, one hand sliding up his leg

"Do you want something, girl?" He kept stroking, slipping a finger into your mouth, which you gently sucked on "Have you been a good girl?"

You nodded, his finger still in your mouth as you rubbed his crotch through his jeans

"Prove it, girl, be a good girl for me"

You opened his jeans, tugging them down to his knees and exposing his sheath. The end of his cock is poking out and drooling a little precum, a strand running from his tip to the front of his boxers. You stuck out your tongue, licking the sweet fluid from him, feeling his cock twitch as you did. Rubbing his sheath, you took the end of his cock in your mouth

"That's it, girl, that's it" His cock is growing rapidly, getting as long as your forearm. You can only get the very end in your mouth as you tease it with your tongue, wrapping your huge tits around it to rub the shaft.

He was grunting more and more. His cock pops out of your mouth, splattering your face with sticky precum. You want to taste his cum so badly, to drink it down like wine, but there's always going to be more.

You lie back, grabbing one of his horns as you roll. He lets himself be dragged down to you, looming over you on his hands and knees, the tip of him parting the lips of your leaking pussy

"Someone's a needy girl, huh, does my favourite cow want a present?"

You mooed and nodded, pushing your hips up into him, feeling his cock almost penetrating you. His hand brushed your clit, making you whimper and twitch. He tasted his finger, eyes closing in satisfaction "mmm, tastes like you're ready"

He locked eyes with you as he eased himself in, filling you up as you bucked against him, fucking yourself with his cock. He moved slowly, enjoying the tight wetness of your cunt as you used it to jack him off. He hit your cervix, but you knew how to get him deeper. Your hands close around his horns and you wrap your legs around him, using the extra leverage to pull your pelvis up to his, slipping his cock deeper inside.

He sighed as he hilted in you, before starting to thrust like a piledriver. Long, slow, deliberate, he's taking his time, enjoying every inch as he pulls out, then forces himself back inside. He sped up his strokes, driving himself into you. A long moan escapes you as you cum around him, legs holding him in as you tense and squeeze his cock, kissing his muzzle as your blissed-out head spins. His hands are around your waist, he rolls over, the motion forcing your legs to release him as he starts using your cunt, lifting you halfway off him before forcing you back down, again and again.

Your moaning and mooing is attracting attention, all the other cow-women in the barn are looking, many getting themselves off with their fingers, some eating out their fellows as the barn descends into an orgy.

Aaron holds you down, his cock throbbing and pulsing. A familiar warmth fills you, spreading out in your cunt, finally quenching the fire of your needy womb as the thick cum fills every corner of it. He gets up, still holding you to him, twitching cock still impaling you as he finishes attaching pumps to the other cows. You hold on to him as he moves, arms wrapped around his neck, legs hitched over his hips. You're a big lady now, but he still bears your weight like he did when you first met.

When all the other women are hooked up, milk flowing from their tits into the huge collection vat at the end of the barn, he finally pulls out of you. The huge flared end of his cock makes a lewd slurp as it comes free, glistening with both of your juices.

You know you're pregnant after that

And if not, you'll just try again tomorrow

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This one followed on from a previous episode, but I realised I never actually named Aaron in the body of that work, only the postscript!

Anyway, here's your regular reminder that you, yes you, can request basically anything you like as long as it's smut and I'll probably wind up making it! Limits are in the pinned, but beyond that it's all good! And don't feel shy, anon is anon, the worst I can do is not publish it, after all.

I don't shame, and I don't mock (mostly). I just write porn

(Disclaimer: I will shame and/or mock if requested)

[squishygirl46]

Hi everyone, this is a story about my deepest fantasies and dreams. It will be written about me Let me know if you like it. Part one: the beginning.

God, I don't know where I am, some man left a camera in the room and said I had to speak my mind on it or I would be killed. The last thing I remember is leaving the house to go to the store. Now I'm here and I don't know what's going on, I'm so scared….. There's only one dim lamp in this room, a big bed, a toilet, a speaker on the wall and a door. I'm probably going to be killed or raped, I don't know, I'm so scared. Suddenly a masked man came into the room, carrying a scale and a camera.

- Hi said: Get on the scale and take off your clothes. I obediently did everything he ordered. Completely naked I stood on the scale which said 45 kilograms(99 pounds). -You're skinny, now stand against the wall and turn sideways. I went to the wall and turned around, then he told me to stand in front of him and he was taking pictures. What a shame… But I can't help it, I'm so scared. After this strange photo shoot and weighing, the man left. I don't know how much time had passed, but I was very hungry. Luckily the man came back soon and brought a huge tray of food on a gurney. Fried chicken, potatoes, meat pies, pancakes, brownies and cake. There were also several bottles of soda and some pills.

-Whoa, why so much food, I can't eat that much. -No one's asking you. He told me to take two pills and a soda. After I drank them he left and closed the door behind him. I started eating and as usual I got full very quickly, literally after a couple wings my little tummy was full and I laid down to rest and fell asleep, I don't know how long I slept but after I woke up the food was still there and I was very very very hungry…. I started eating again. A few wings, then a brownie, washed it all down with soda, then wings again, then potatoes and then soda again… I could feel my stomach filling up, but the hunger didn't go away, and only after 30 minutes of eating and stopped for breath…. -Oh, God, what was that just now? -Ufff. I mumbled. I looked at the tray, it was covered in leftovers. I put my head down and saw that my stomach was protruding very much, as if I had been inflated like a car tire…. And it was so hard. I was very thin and this protuberance really stood out. I laid back on the bed and dozed off….. When I woke up, the tray was gone, but on the wall were my pictures and a graph with my weight written on it. God, what does that mean, am I being fattened up? I've always worked hard on my figure, I don't want to be fat, I need to exercise to burn off the calories from that gluttony. I got out of bed and started doing exercises, 50 squats, 10 push-ups and 50 abs, then I rested and did them again.

-Fuuuuh, now we can have a little snack, as long as we don't eat too much. Right after these words, this man came in again with a tray, this time there were mountains of fast food, 5 big burgers, a bucket of fries, wings, nuggets, and 2 bottles of coke. -Oh my god, I'm not allowed to eat that, I've always avoided fast food in my life-. But the man silently handed me two pills. -No, I won't take them, they make me unable to stop eating! In response to these words, he just took them and put them in my mouth, then clamped my nose and poured cola into my mouth, I had to swallow them…. -Good appetite- he said and left. I decided that a little fast food wouldn't hurt my figure, especially if I kept doing exercises, or even more exercises, yes, it wouldn't hurt. I took the smallest burger I could find and took a bite. -God, this is so good,” I said with my mouth full. And a wave of warmth spread through my body. -Yeah, one burger wouldn't hurt me. -Yeah. But I couldn't stop at one, as soon as I finished it I took a Coke to drink, I thought I'd just drink a little bit, but I started gulping it down greedily, like I hadn't had a drink in a year. I only stopped when I had half a bottle. Right after that, I went on a food binge. A burger, another one, fries, nuggets, all dipped in sauce and swallowed before I could chew. After 30 minutes of such piggishness, I felt nauseous and almost threw up. I decided to lie down and rest.

-I ate a ton of food again, my God, what am I turning into, but ok, I'll exercise some more and everything will be fine. I put my hand on my warm, bloated tummy and fell asleep. When I woke up I thought it would be a good idea to exercise. Like last time I got up and started squatting, but I stopped at 30 reps and sat on the bed…. The leftovers were beckoning me… -Okay, I've done enough, I can have a snack. I finished everything on the tray and went back to sleep… It went on like that for about two weeks

[mistyshane30]

You Were Never Mine to Lose (Chapter 3)

Synopsis: After the tense night at the Resto bar, the group spends the day at the beach, trying to shake off the lingering tension. But even with the sun and the ocean, some things remain unsettled. 

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: Lingering tension, Unresolved emotions, Mentions of alcohol consumption, Subtle angst, Longing

The next morning arrived with a dull, persistent ache behind your eyes. The kind of hangover that wasn’t entirely unbearable but made every little sound feel like a personal attack. You groaned, shifting onto your side, face half-buried in the plush pillow as you tried to will yourself back to sleep. 

But sleep wasn’t coming. Not with the weight in your chest. 

Last night played on a loop in your mind—your voice, sharp and cutting; Agatha’s stare, unreadable; the way she had simply walked away instead of fighting back. It left a bitter taste in your mouth, more potent than the whiskey you’d downed. You regretted it. 

Or maybe you didn’t. 

Because it wasn’t like you lied. You had just stated the truth—cold and unfiltered. Agatha made her choices, and you had never been one to sugarcoat reality. If she couldn’t handle it, that was her problem. Right? 

Still, the tension sat heavy on your shoulders as you finally dragged yourself out of bed. 

The villa’s floor was cool against your bare feet as you shuffled to the bathroom. A shower helped shake off some of the grogginess, though the headache lingered. You caught your reflection in the mirror—eyes slightly puffy, a faint crease on your cheek from where you had pressed against the pillow. You looked as exhausted as you felt. 

By the time you made it to the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee was already working its magic. You settled at the counter, a plate of toast and fruit in front of you, the silence of the morning almost peaceful—until your phone vibrated against the marble surface. 

You reached for it lazily, squinting at the screen. 

Coven Group Chat 

Jennifer: Beach day, girls! 11 AM. Let’s gooo! 

Alice: Do we have to? 

Wanda: You’re in Malibu. Yes, you have to. 

Jennifer: We’re doing a whole aesthetic thing. If you have a two-piece, wear it. Uniform purposes. 

Alice: Of course you’d say that. 

Jennifer: Photos, Alice. Duh. 

You huffed a quiet laugh, shaking your head as you took a sip of coffee. Of course, Jennifer would turn a simple beach day into a full-blown production. You weren’t surprised. 

Another message popped up. 

Jennifer: Y/N? You alive? 

You rolled your eyes but typed back. 

You: Barely. 

Wanda: Hangover? 

You: What do you think? 

Jennifer: Good. That means you had fun. 

Fun. 

You weren’t sure that was the word you’d use. 

But instead of unpacking that thought, you finished your breakfast and leaned back in your chair, exhaling slowly. 

A beach day. 

Maybe a little sun and ocean air would clear your head. 

After eating the last bite of your breakfast, you shook off the remnants of your hangover and got up to prepare for the day. 

You changed into a red two-piece bikini, the bold color standing out against your skin. Over it, you draped a sheer black kimono, the delicate fabric flowing around you as you moved. A pair of oversized sunglasses and a wide-brimmed beach hat completed the look—effortless, striking. The kind of look that made heads turn. 

By the time you arrived at the beach, the rest of the group was already there, lounging under umbrellas or stretching out on beach chairs. The sun was high, casting a golden glow over the sand and water. Laughter and conversation filled the air as your friends settled in, sipping cold drinks and adjusting their towels. But one person was noticeably missing. 

“She’s not here,” Lilia commented, looking around. “Guess we all know why.” 

Alice nodded, sipping on her mimosa. “I mean… after last night? Makes sense.” 

Jennifer sighed, adjusting her sunhat. “I was hoping she’d let it go. It’s not like her to avoid us.” 

You rolled your eyes, adjusting your sunglasses. “Don’t be dramatic. She’s probably just late.” 

The group exchanged glances but didn’t argue. Still, as the minutes ticked by, Agatha remained absent. 

Ten minutes. 

Fifteen. 

Thirty. 

Jennifer checked her phone, frowning. “She’s not answering my texts.” 

Alice tried calling, holding her phone to her ear. After a few seconds, she pulled it away with a shake of her head. “Straight to voicemail.” 

Wanda sighed, stretching her legs out in the sand. “Okay, now I’m actually a little worried.” 

Lilia crossed her arms. “You sure she’s not just ignoring us?” 

“She wouldn’t,” Jennifer said firmly. “Not completely.” 

You stared at your phone, scrolling through your own messages. The last time you and Agatha had exchanged words in a chat was—well, years ago. A half-hearted, cutting banter neither of you had bothered to follow up on. You never greeted each other on birthdays, never texted just to check in. When her birthday came around, you sent a gift with a simple card. She did the same. No messages, no conversations. Just the obligatory gestures of two people who once knew each other too well. 

And despite yourself, despite every reason you had to just brush it off, a small, nagging concern settled in your chest. 

It wasn’t like Agatha to just disappear. Not without a word. 

Not from all of you. 

By the afternoon, concern had fully settled over the group. Jennifer stood up, brushing the sand off her legs. “That’s it. I’m checking on her.” 

Alice immediately nodded. “Yeah, I’m coming too.” 

Lilia and Wanda exchanged looks before shrugging. “We should all go,” Wanda said. “Just in case.” 

You didn’t move from your spot, still reclined in your beach chair, twirling your sunglasses in one hand. “You guys are being ridiculous.” 

Jennifer narrowed her eyes at you. “And you’re pretending you don’t care.” 

You raised an eyebrow. “I don’t.” 

Alice sighed, grabbing her bag. “Whatever. You stay here, then. We’ll let you know if she’s dead in a ditch somewhere.” 

Jennifer shot you one last look before turning on her heel, leading the others away from the beach toward Agatha’s villa. 

You exhaled slowly, watching them go, then tilted your head back against the chair, eyes shutting behind your sunglasses. 

You weren’t worried. 

At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. 

That evening, the villa was eerily quiet. No plans, no group chat buzzing with excitement. Just silence. 

You sat on the patio of your villa, legs stretched out on the lounge chair, a glass of whiskey in hand. The warm Malibu air did little to cool the thoughts circling your mind. You acted like you didn’t care. You acted like you weren’t thinking about Agatha at all. 

A knock at your door pulled you from your thoughts. You sighed, already knowing who it was. 

Wanda stood there, arms crossed, giving you that look—the one she saved for moments when you were being insufferable. 

"Are you just going to drink your guilt away?" she asked, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. 

You gave her a look. "Did I say come in?" 

"Nope." She plopped onto the couch, making herself comfortable. "But I knew you’d let me anyway." 

Rolling your eyes, you sat across from her, arms crossed. "What, you come to lecture me?" 

Wanda sighed. "Not a lecture. A talk. A much-needed one." 

You leaned back, feigning disinterest. "I already know what you’re gonna say." 

"Oh, do you?" She tilted her head. "Alright then, let’s hear it. What am I gonna say?" 

You put on a mocking tone. "‘Y/N, you were too harsh. Agatha has feelings, too. Maybe you should apologize.’ Blah, blah, blah." 

Wanda just looked at you, unimpressed. "Wow. That’s actually not bad. Add a little more concern and disappointment, and it’s spot on." 

You scoffed, taking another sip of whiskey. "Look, I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true. She married an idiot. I just reminded her of that. If she can’t handle the truth, that’s not my problem." 

Wanda sighed, watching you closely. "You went too far, Y/N. You know you did." 

You lifted a shoulder in a shrug. "She’ll get over it." 

"Will she?" Wanda countered. "Because she didn’t look like she was just ‘getting over it’ when she walked out last night." 

You didn’t answer, pretending to be more focused on your drink than the conversation. 

Wanda’s voice softened. "You care, Y/N. You wouldn’t be this defensive if you didn’t." 

A humorless chuckle left your lips. "I don’t care." 

"Sure," Wanda said, deadpan. "That’s why you’ve been thinking about her all day. That’s why you’re pretending not to be worried right now. That’s why you keep checking your phone, waiting for some kind of update." 

You froze for half a second, then rolled your eyes. "You think you know everything, huh?" 

"I know you," Wanda replied simply. "And I know that for all your sharp words, you don’t actually want to hurt her." 

Before you could reply, her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen, then back at you. "Speaking of Agatha…" 

You waited, your fingers tightening around your glass. 

Wanda read the message, her face giving nothing away at first. Then she exhaled. "She’s fine." 

You blinked. "Of course she is," you said, forcing indifference into your voice. 

But you felt it—the quiet, undeniable relief settling in your chest. 

Wanda smirked knowingly. "See? You care." 

You scoffed. "Shut up." 

Wanda chuckled but didn’t push further. Instead, she leaned back against the couch. "You know, tomorrow’s gonna be interesting." 

You arched a brow. "Why?" 

"Because you and Agatha have to be in the same space again. Brunch. Wine tasting. Comedy club." 

You took a slow sip of your whiskey. "Great. Can’t wait." 

Wanda grinned, standing up and stretching. "I’m sure you can’t." 

She headed for the door, then paused, looking over her shoulder. "Try not to be an ass tomorrow, yeah?" 

You waved her off. "No promises." 

Wanda rolled her eyes but smiled before walking out. And for the first time that night, the villa felt quiet again. 

The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of your villa, painting golden streaks across the walls. The soft hum of your phone vibrating against the nightstand pulled you from the last remnants of sleep. Groggily, you reached for it, squinting at the bright screen. A new message from the group chat,  

Coven Group Chat 

Jennifer: Brunch & wine tasting is happening outside Celeste Resort. We’ll meet at the main entrance at 1pm. Don’t be late. 

You ran a hand through your hair, exhaling. An event outside the resort meant more time together, more forced civility, and more chances for awkward interactions. You could already feel the weight of last night pressing against your skull—a dull headache lingering from the whiskey and the tension with Agatha. 

Shaking it off, you slipped out of bed and moved into your walk-in closet. If you were going to endure a long day of drinking and small talk, you might as well look flawless doing it. 

An Off Shoulder Sheer Mesh Dress—elegant yet understated. A Prada Small Black Saffiano Leather Trim Nylon Satchel, perfectly structured. A pair of black patent leather Gucci Signoria slingback heels that elongated your legs effortlessly. And to top it off, VLOGO SIGN Cat-Eye Titanium Frame shades, adding just the right amount of mystery. Your makeup was meticulously done—soft, glowing, the kind of look that took effort to appear effortless. A "Victoria’s Secret Angel" aesthetic, timeless and expensive. Everything about you screamed money, power, control. 

And control was what you needed most today. 

Satisfied, you grabbed your bag and stepped outside. The air was warm, carrying the scent of salt and distant citrus from the resort gardens. The main entrance of Celeste Resort wasn’t far, and as you arrived, you spotted Jennifer and Wanda standing near the valet, chatting idly. 

Wanda was the first to notice you. Her eyes flickered over your outfit, her lips twitching into an approving smirk. "Well, damn. Someone decided to make an entrance." 

Jennifer let out a low whistle. "That’s wealth right there. I feel poor just looking at you." 

You scoffed, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. "Please. You act like I don’t always dress like this." 

"True," Jennifer admitted. "But I can tell today’s a statement." 

You didn’t respond, only pushing your sunglasses further up your nose as you leaned against one of the stone pillars. The three of you stood in comfortable silence, waiting for the others to arrive. 

A few minutes later, Alice and Lilia showed up together, deep in conversation. Lilia waved in greeting while Alice gave you an approving once-over. "I need to start taking notes from you. Teach me how to casually flex like that." 

"Step one," you replied smoothly. "Make sure people know you could buy the whole place if you wanted to." 

Alice laughed, nudging Lilia playfully. "See? This is why I keep her around." 

But your amusement didn’t last long. Because then, Agatha arrived. 

She walked toward the group, her strides confident and unhurried, her dark sunglasses hiding whatever emotion her eyes might have betrayed. Her outfit was effortlessly chic—a soft linen shirt tucked into high-waisted trousers, a designer belt cinching at the waist, and low heels that clicked against the pavement as she approached. 

Your breath hitched, but you masked it well. 

Wanda, ever the perceptive one, caught it. She leaned slightly toward you, voice low. "Behave." 

You exhaled slowly and shot her a sidelong glance, giving her an I’ll try look. 

As Agatha reached the group, there was a beat of hesitation. A silent question hanging in the air—would she acknowledge you? Would she pretend her disappearance yesterday never happened?? 

She chose the latter. 

"Morning," Agatha said to the group, her tone perfectly neutral. 

Jennifer clapped her hands together, breaking whatever tension had settled. "Alright, let’s go. The sooner we start drinking, the better." 

With that, the group moved toward the waiting van. You followed, your steps measured, controlled. Because if there was one thing you refused to let slip today, it was just how much Agatha’s presence still got to you. 

The six of you climbed into the van, the seating arrangement dictated by unspoken dynamics. Alice, Lilia, and Wanda took the back row, falling into quiet chatter. Jennifer took a seat in the middle row, and without hesitation, Agatha slid in beside her. That left just one remaining seat—directly next to Agatha, an arrangement that felt almost deliberate. 

You hesitated for half a second before settling into it, careful to keep as much space between you as the van allowed. You turned your gaze to the window immediately, fixing your attention on the passing scenery, determined not to acknowledge the way Agatha’s presence pressed against your senses. 

Agatha, for her part, didn’t spare you a glance. She was fully engaged in conversation with Jennifer, her voice light, casual—like last night hadn’t happened. Like you weren’t even there. 

Fifteen minutes. That’s how long the drive was. And for those fifteen minutes, you sat in silence, jaw tight, staring at the blur of palm trees and ocean waves. You didn’t hear a single word of Jennifer and Agatha’s conversation, but you could hear Agatha’s voice, her laughter at something Jennifer said. It shouldn’t have affected you. But it did. 

Wanda, from her spot in the back, sent you a knowing glance. You ignored it. You ignored everything except the sound of the van’s engine and the distant hum of the ocean beyond the glass. 

By the time you pulled up to the winery, you had perfected the art of pretending none of it mattered. 

As you stepped out of the van, your heel caught slightly on the step, and you stumbled forward—right into Agatha. She caught you instinctively, her hands gripping your arms to steady you. The group immediately noticed. 

"Whoa, you okay?" Alice asked, raising a brow. 

You quickly straightened up, stepping back from Agatha. "Yeah, just a misstep." 

Agatha shrugged, dropping her hands and moving on without a word. You muttered a quiet, "Thanks, sorry," but she barely acknowledged it. 

You fell into step beside Wanda, who shot you a knowing look. You glared at her in return, silently telling her to drop it. 

Inside the winery, rustic elegance prevailed, with exposed wooden beams and polished hardwood floors creating a warm ambiance. Vintage wine barrels and local artwork adorned the walls, while large windows offered sweeping views of the vineyards outside. A central bar showcased an array of glistening bottles under pendant lights, and a cozy lounge area with plush sofas and a stone fireplace added to the inviting atmosphere. 

After a guided tour of the vineyard and wine-making process, the group moved on to the tasting. Each of you sampled different wines, debating your favorites, but ultimately, Jennifer made the final decision for her wedding selection. 

Brunch followed, filled with casual conversation about life and upcoming plans. Jennifer talked about the final wedding preparations, Alice and Lilia shared stories about their latest travels, and Wanda—always observant—took every opportunity to tease you about Agatha. 

"You’ve been awfully quiet," Wanda noted, swirling her wine in her glass before taking a sip. "Thinking about something? Or should I say—someone?" 

You shot her a flat look. "I’m thinking about how much wine it’ll take to tune you out." 

Lilia chuckled. "Good luck with that. Wanda’s persistent." 

"Exactly," Wanda smirked. "Especially when I know I’m right." 

You sighed, taking a slow sip of your own drink, refusing to give her any satisfaction. Across the table, Agatha sat engaged in a conversation with Jennifer, acting as if you didn’t exist. It shouldn’t have bothered you. But it did. 

Wanda leaned in slightly, her voice dipping into a knowing whisper. "You do realize you've been sneaking glances at her all afternoon, right?" 

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," you muttered, setting your glass down a little too firmly. 

"Uh-huh," Wanda said, clearly unconvinced. She nudged your arm playfully. "Just admit it. You still care." 

You gave her a look that said drop it, but Wanda simply grinned and took another sip of her wine. You refused to engage any further, instead focusing on your meal, while Agatha continued to act indifferent. And for the rest of the afternoon, you tried not to let it bother you. 

Agatha, still clearly irritated with you, acted completely indifferent. And for the rest of the afternoon, you tried not to let it bother you. 

After brunch, they left the winery and headed to a comedy bar in Beverly Hills, arriving around 5 PM. The drive took an hour, and as they climbed back into the van, you silently hoped for a different seating arrangement. 

Fate had other plans. You ended up next to Agatha once again. 

Sighing internally, you took out your earbuds, scrolling through your playlist before settling on something mellow. You pressed play, letting the music drown out everything else as you leaned against the window, determined to ignore the woman beside you. 

Jennifer and Agatha chatted briefly, their voices a low hum in the background, but soon their conversation faded. Then, to your surprise, Agatha shifted, adjusting her position before letting out a small sigh. Moments later, she leaned slightly—her head coming to rest against your shoulder. 

You stiffened. 

A rush of warmth spread through you at the unexpected contact. You turned your head just enough to confirm what you already felt—Agatha, fast asleep against you. The soft rise and fall of her breath, the way her body had unconsciously sought out comfort. 

A small, involuntary smile tugged at the corner of your lips. 

For once, she wasn’t guarded. Wasn’t tense. Wasn’t holding you at arm’s length. 

You could have woken her up. Shifted away. But you didn’t. Instead, you let her rest, let the van rock both of you gently as the city blurred past the windows. 

The others were too occupied to notice—Alice and Lilia were engrossed in a discussion about wedding details, Wanda was scrolling through her phone, and Jennifer was lost in thought. No one saw the way you exhaled, how you let yourself enjoy this one fleeting moment. 

Just for a little while. 

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[ambitiouspotions]

A FAINT HUM | FRANKIE MORALES | ONESHOT

summary — frankie’s restless nights with you as his wife

word count — 3.1k

warnings — mentions of addiction & recovery, hurt/comfort, five children (yes, that needs a warning), co-sleeping w/newborn, death, and talks of the mission in the jungle

author's note — my brain hurts a lot sorry this took way too long. i know i’m really behind in posting.

frankie rolled onto his side, staring at the alarm clock, its soft light flashing 1:36 across the screen. he’d only gone to sleep a little over an hour and a half prior. he pulled his hands behind his head, his back aching from his sudden movement. he always meant to buy a new mattress topper, but never bothered every time he passed the packages in the bedding section each time he was on grocery duty.

he closed his eyes hoping he could return to sleep, though he didn’t have work in the morning he would be toting two of the children to the local baseball field for them to compete in a tee ball tournament while you hauled the other two to a day camp for gymnastics.

somehow he was lulled to sleep again as he thought of packing the wagon full of two duffle bags of sports equipment, an ice chest full of the ten pounds of orange slices for team snack time, and a folding chair for the ballpark. he didn’t know when his life had taken such a drastic turn; when had he truly rounded the corner into domestic life?

his eyes flung open again, 1:45. an entire nine minutes. the soft buzz of the ceiling fan blades made him massage his temples, another thing he promised he would do but had pushed to the bottom of his honey-do list. he turned again, this time turning to face you, covered almost entirely by the thick comforter except for your left leg which hung off the bed routinely.

he rested his head on your pillow, taking in the scent of the cotton-scented detergent and the soft perfumed scent of your hair that was most likely caused by an ungodly amount of dry shampoo. his arm was now resting over your stomach, making you shift uncomfortably, moving away from his touch.

he sighed softly, putting his hand back on his chest. his sigh caused you to rise from bed, doing a half waddle, half slump to the bathroom. frankie stared at the faint light through the door, until you returned to bed. you groaned in discomfort as you tried to find the correct way to adjust yourself, shoving pillows under your lower back and nuzzling your cheek into the pillow and mattress.

“sorry, mi vida,” frankie whispered, knowing he had unintentionally caused your bladder to stir in your sleep. growing your fifth child seemed to be the hardest, chasing four other children while your body felt the effects from the last addition to the family.

“mhm,” you hummed sleepily, jutting your leg out of the covers again, your bare thigh enjoying the breeze produced by the creaky fan.

frankie dug his shoulder blades into the bed, clearing his throat. you perked your head up immediately, groggily rubbing your eyes. “what’s wrong?”

he turned his head at the sound of your voice. “nothing,” he claimed, though now propping one leg up, his hands behind his head again.

“francisco morales,” you interjected before he could brush off his unconvincing answer, one hand reaching up to rub his chest. “you only do that little shoulder shimmy when you can’t sleep.”

“what are you—”

you managed to fish for the lamp on the bedside table. the light flickering on after a few moments of fiddling with the knob. “how long have we been together?” you questioned, though it left his tired state dumbfounded. he rubbed his face tiredly as he adjusted to the light.

frankie was silent for a moment. he mentally had to calculate the years. comparing their eldest child who was six, to the years he was sober, to the years they were childless. he could tell you were slightly agitated that he couldn't answer the question right away.

“eleven years,” he thought saying it with confidence might give him a pass. he held in a sigh of relief as your expression changed into a calmer one upon getting the answer to your query correct.

“so, in those previous years, how many of them have you been able to sleep properly?”

frankie turned on his side. his hands were now rubbing your belly, finding it almost amusing at how much more active their littlest member of the family was at night. light thumps padded against frankie's hand as he got it situated.

“none of them,” he admitted, closing his eyes as your hand caressed his scruffy, grey-patched beard.

“don't you think that would mean i would know when you are having trouble sleeping?” a chaste kiss was now placed against his lips, making him flicker his eyes open as you pulled away. “i think you need to go back to the doctor.”

frankie reached over to turn the lamp off, carefully ensuring that he didn't lean against your rounded pregnant belly. he didn't want to have this conversation again. the only thing bringing him comfort was the occasional movement from the baby.

“no,” he breathed out, his shoulders digging uncomfortably into the bed again as he turned to his back. “they just give me sleeping pills.”

the bottle of his last prescription hadn’t even been opened. the orange pill bottle was still sitting at the top of the medicine cabinet in their bathroom. hell, it was probably expired by now. he had a small fear within him that doing any type of drug, even if it was prescribed, would cause him to return to his itch for cocaine.

“i don't want you to keep acting like everything is fine and then spiral at night,” you were trying to make him understand the true concern you had, although this conversation never seemed to be resolved. he would always apologize and then say something about his inability to sleep to his addictions anonymous group when they met again. he never slept longer after talking about it; though the moments he did sleep were of a higher quality. he was more rested although he only slept a minuscule amount.

“i'm redlining,” frankie's voice was firm, causing you to put your hand on top of his on your stomach.

“i'll listen,” you responded softly, waiting until he was ready to speak again to remove your hand so he could focus on his words.

redlining. frankie's way of telling you he was on the verge of an upset. his warning meters were flashing in his head. it was then your turn to listen and not say anything.

“i can't sleep without seeing that bullet tear through tom's head,” he rubbed the underside of his nose, maybe that was still a habit from his years of addiction. maybe he had accidentally performed a botched version of pavlov's dog experiment on himself. everytime he would think about death he'd snort a line. it had been many years without it, but still found himself dwelling on those memories when his nightly upsets occurred.

“then i come home with nothing to show for it,” he scoffed. “i fuckin’ knew it was a bad idea, you told me it was a bad goddamned idea, and yet my coked-up ass decided i would trek through the damn jungle to some drug dealer’s casa and steal his money and then let his children and wife find him dead in their burning home.”

regrets, so many regrets. frankie knew it wasn't healthy to dwell on the past. he had moved past his addiction. you and he had a stronger relationship especially after he was sober. he became a better father. he wanted more in life with you. he didn't think about leaving again to stretch himself thin on another mission. he enjoyed what he had. he was content with his occupation. he didn't need to leave again, but his mind constantly packed up and decided to take a voyage every time he closed his eyes.

“that's all i got to say tonight,” he sounded defeated, though being able to release some of his tension did help. he lifted your hand to his mouth, kissing your fingertips. you pulled the comforter higher, trying to make the bed as comfortable as you could for him despite knowing he would probably find his way to the recliner in the living room if he kept tossing too much.

“i love you,” you assured him.

“i love you too.”

within the next week, frankie’s sleep never improved. he was currently lying on the floor of the bedroom, a throw blanket draped over him with his head lying on his bicep. maybe the uncomfortable nature of his sleep would coax him into resting. he would sleep like this on different campaigns, though then he was huddled in a sleeping bag or propped against his rucksack.

you could tell his thoughts were weighing on him. he had been attentive, patient, and nurturing with you and the children, but the moment he got in bed his mind was elsewhere. you could hear him shifting and tossing more and more as the nights passed. though even after clearing the air about what was keeping him awake, he was clearly frustrated that his ruthless thoughts wouldn't subside.

in the morning you accidentally stepped on him, causing you to jump and him to startle quickly. you had assumed he was elsewhere in the house and not on the floor of the bedroom. you unsteadily got to your knees, and quickly apologized pushing his messy hair away from his face.

he was leaning on his elbows, sharp pains going through his back and hips. maybe he was simply too old to sleep on the ground anymore. it wasn't worth the pain if he still continued to wake during the night.

frankie in between work and home life had it together. he and his overfilled thermos of coffee made it through the passing days with little to no complaints. you could tell he was tired. his eyes seemed heavy, but he was still doing his domestic duties.

one night after watching a family movie you began to slowly put all the pajama-wearing offspring to bed because frankie was nodding off on the couch. you were happily surprised that frankie didn't stir when you took the youngest toddler off his lap. the kitchen light was still on by the time everyone was nestled in their beds, but you didn't bother turning it off; the area was now deserted and you had no wish to disturb him. you were hoping that he could finally rest.

it was the longest frankie slept in weeks, a consistent five hours before he made his way into the garage. in one of his dreams, all he could fixate on was the broken aviation headset sitting in the cardboard box above his tools. after some digging he found the dusty headset under rusted carabiners, ripped ratchet straps, and loose screws and washers. his other find was his old mp3 player, which surprisingly still worked after a quick charge, though its digital screen was cracked.

he plugged the headset into the mp3 player only hearing a faint hum of static. frankie didn't know the first thing about fixing a headset, but he did know he liked to fiddle with junk.

you had awoken to frankie’s morning alarm that he forgot to turn off since he fell asleep on the couch. as you inched quietly downstairs to not wake the four other children nestled in their shared bedrooms. you didn't find him on the sofa or at the breakfast bar. you didn't see him in the laundry room rummaging through the clean clothes hamper for his work clothes.

it wasn't until you saw the faint light from the garage peeking through the hallway did you go in to see him.

frankie had the headset stripped, every piece laid on the table workbench in front of him as he studied the wires.

“papi, it’s five,” you said, having come behind him to place your head on his shoulder. your thumb running across his shoulder blade as you watched him work.

he set the tiny pair of needle nose pliers down and turned around to kiss the top of your head.

“not sleeping still?” you were curious seeing as it seemed like he had meticulously been working for a while.

“well, i did, and then i thought i could fix my old headset,” frankie had his arm around your waist as he walked with you back into the house to get ready. you knew he was on a crunched time frame, but you couldn't help but be worried about him.

“should i be concerned?”

“not yet, i’m really okay,” he was now digging through the dishwasher for his thermos. “i know it doesn't seem like it, but i am handling it.”

all you could do was trust him. frankie always came to you when he was struggling the most and you had to believe he would continue to do it.

over the next few weeks, frankie spent time fiddling with that old headset like his life depended on it. everytime he awoke from a restless night he would head into the garage. each time he would put it back together the faint hum would buzz through the speakers. he wasn't angry or frustrated even though he had taken apart the headset over a dozen times. it was refreshing to have a project to focus on rather than dwelling on his memories of past service.

he got used to the sound, finding it comforting each time he found a new piece of his headset that could potentially be fixed. you knew he had been engrossed in a new tedious task because it was the last thing he talked about before you eventually fell asleep. you were comforted knowing his hobby would keep his mind from wandering too far away from stable.

eventually, frankie's mind would settle enough after fidgeting with his project, knowing he should attempt the ill-fated sleep again. he had found himself in the most peculiar places. resting against the dryer when it was on, in his truck, the empty bathtub, one night even atop a stool at the breakfast bar. the one place you found that most comforted him was sleeping against the wall in the hallway of the children's bedrooms. his head rested on the doorframe; his body was tense, but his breathing finally seemed peaceful. he later explained to you that he knew he didn't want to disturb their sleep by crawling into bed with one of them, but still wanted to be nearby. as long as you knew he was safe you didn't see the point in pressing him on topics he didn't want to speak about.

two months later the baby was born, and his new spot was the recliner again. you had set up a survival area where you camped on the sofa, and frankie didn't want you to have to do anything alone. you had everything organized on the coffee table to make the nighttime feedings a little easier.

frankie’s paternity leave was mostly dedicated to giving the older children extra attention because of their uneasiness with their new sibling. having a new baby didn't seem to affect frankie like it did you. you were exhausted balancing the schedule of a newborn atop the schedule of two school-aged children, one preschooler, and a toddler while still keeping track of your husband’s wellbeing.

frankie was definitely your savior, but it made you feel slightly guilty because you were supposed to be focused on him and his insomnia and damaged mind. he was a dad and a husband acting as though he had never set foot into unknown territory, killed people, watched many of his friends and teammates succumb to death, or previously had terrible ways of coping with the issues the military brought him.

his fiddling had halted one night when he sat in the recliner. you were asleep on the couch with the nursing pillow still around your waist. the two-week-old baby's bassinet was pulled close to the sofa. he pulled on the headset, leaving one side off of his ear and hitting play on the mp3 player. he almost jolted out of his skin when he expected the faint hum and was met with mary jane’s last dance by tom petty and the heartbreakers. he pulled the other side off, hanging his headset around his neck. he halted his music looking at the cracked screen, stifling a laugh.

he rocked in the recliner his fingers sliding up and down the cord of the aviation headset. he had done enough piddling around with it to ultimately coax it into working. he didn't know what he had done tonight that he hadn't tried, but whatever it was made him settle back into the chair easily.

he saw the baby begin to stir, shoving the mp3 player in his pocket and swooping up the littlest member of the family. you had finally gotten lucky enough to have a child that favored your looks over frankie's. he held the swaddled newborn close to his chest, trying to soothe her with a pacifier as he made his way to the fridge, looking at the labels on the breast milk, trying to quickly, but efficiently cycle to the correct one.

the bottle was being warmed as he changed her diaper. he was happy that he managed to get this far and be so quiet without startling you. he plopped back in the recliner with the baby and the bottle, rocking his daughter gently as she ate. her little grunts and gurgles as she slurped the milk. his eyes lovingly looking down upon her, placing gentle kisses against her temple.

frankie had rocked her back to sleep. she was scrunched cozily into her father's chest. frankie had a steady hand on her back as he looked at the ceiling. he managed to slide his headset on again, moving the microphone away from his face and lowering the volume on his mp3 player. he lulled off; his arms fixated around the seven-pound baby.

you had awoken due to the discomfort in your full breasts, immediately feeling panicked when you didn't see your daughter in the bassinet directly next to you. your head whipped to the side, frankie, peacefully asleep with your daughter. that was easily frankie's most well-rested sleep.

since then he had kept his headset on, whether it was music or ambient noise playing in his ears; it allowed him to escape for a sufficient amount of sleep. all of frankie's mental issues wouldn't be cured by music or piddling in his garage, but having new ways to cope with the never-ending battle of his mental health meant progress.

[seitmai]

Ahh so many thoughts

“I’m not going back on what I said, Steve. If you ask me, I’m ready.” Steve couldn’t believe his luck. “How much is that promise worth to you, Peach? Because when I make a promise, I keep it.”

“Well, I need you to trust me. And I need to ask you a question." “Understood.” Steve kneeled at the side of the bed, those eyes focused on you. He looked like a little boy. And then he asked you a very grown up question.

Ahhh I love the comparison of him looking like a little boy asking a grown up question 😍

“This place is… it’s amazing, Steve. I can’t believe we just did that.” “More amazing now that you’re here. And you better believe it.”

🥰🥰🥰

“I have something for you…a wedding gift”

Wedding gift? Have I missed something lmao?

“That’s what we are. It’s what you do for me. Make me want to be a better man.” You exhaled, your lips parting slightly as you turned around in his arms. “Steve. You are a good man. You’re just doing things in a slightly unconventional way. You’re talking to the queen of unconventional. Remember where we met?”

Haha fair

“You’ve been hanging around Bucky too long.” Steve chuckled, tilting your chin up with a knuckle. He was happy. “You’re right. But anyway, the necklace is for tomorrow, I mean the Gala tonight. Something to remind you that no matter who else is in the room... you’re my wife."

Ahhh i can't with them

"You have a dance studio?" "You have a dance studio," he corrected.  "I arranged for it to be started while we were in Hilton Head and it was just finished yesterday. I wanted you to have a place to move. To feel free while you’re in Brooklyn."

He knew right away what he wants and went the extra mile before being sure it would work

You went to the pole and grabbed it and leaned out, checking it. It was sturdy and conditioned. You twirled a little and came to rest, the pole between the ass cheeks of your leggings. Steve’s look became hungry, and his cock jumped in his sweats. If he was thinking of sleep earlier, he was wide awake now.  And some parts of him were more awake than others. 

🤭🤭🤭

“So… you had a dance studio built, for me, while we were in Hilton Head? Me, a woman who was threatening your life?”

Iconic behavior of both of them hahah

“No touching unless I give permission. That’s the rule in Peach’s Parlor.” Steve cocked his head, grinning now. “Peach’s Parlor? So you like it? You taking ownership of the place?”

Duhh she's taking ownership

He was putting the cart before the horse, but he wanted to be your baby daddy so bad. He head was in the clouds as you hooked one leg around the pole, arching your back as you slid downward in a controlled descent, your body moving with the music, sensual and confident. 

This is literally not putting the cart before the horse for those two 😅 after this wedding that apparently happened, her already being pregnant would not be out of the ordinary, like true to them they should already have a three year old or something, talking about unconventional 😂

Steve almost got lost there, but when you whispered, “Good boy,” he forgot how to breathe. He didn't know he liked that. but the fact that you'd guessed it made you even more perfect for him. 

🤭🤭🤭

“Fuck, Peach… You trying to kill me?” Steve murmured, his voice low and rough. “We just got married.” “How is it you married me, and I hadn’t even sucked your cock yet?” Steve chuckled and then got serious. “Must be true love.”

Must be 🤷🏻‍♀️🤭

When he saw that you were going to kneel, he quickly moved a pillow from the chaise for you to settle in front of him. He then lifted his hips from the couch and pulled down his sweats and boxers in one move.

Thoughtful and ready to go at once

Inspired, you took him as far as you could, until your lips were stretched to the limit and tears coursed down your face. You inhaled the musky scent of him in the hair at the base of his cock and looked back up to watch his contracting abs and heaving chest, his open mouth and those mesmerizing eyes. This was a fucking beautiful man.

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

“You’re a fucking goddess. Wanna cum down your throat, Peach, but don’t swallow our kids. Need ‘em inside you.”

Someone is really eager to be a dad👀

“Can’t waste a drop.” “You are filthy slut, Mr. Rogers.” He laughed. “Only for you, Mrs. Rogers.”

They are a perfect match 🤭 

"This isn’t a race. I’m never gonna be jealous of you, girl.” You grinned back. “I’m pissed that I wasn’t able to be there, though.” You sighed. Your one regret.

Valid

“Because when I’m with him, it makes sense. The way he looks at me, the way he is with me—it doesn’t feel rushed. It just feels… right.”

🥹🥹🥹

“I know you think that I feel some kind of way, but I know you girl. I was shocked, but not surprised..” She laughed and you shook your head. “Running off and getting married is so you. It’s so Steve too when you think about it.”

She's like: bitch, I saw this one coming 😂

“You’re right,” she replied. I’m secure. It will happen. And just at the right time for us. And no matter what, Peach. You are never gonna lose me as your biggest fan, no matter what.”

I'm sure the wait won't be long 🤭

You hugged each other so hard, the stylists had to touch you back up.

I'm sure it was a great, much needed hug 🫶🏻

“No comment?” Steve exhaled, stepping closer, his voice rough around the edges. “You already know, Mrs. Rogers.”

👀👀👀

“You know if you keep giving me gifts like this, you’re going to spoil me.” His eyes darkened, and his hand came to rest on your hip, fingers pressing into the fabric of your dress. “That’s the plan,” he murmured, voice low, “Mrs. Rogers.”

He is ready to spoil her rotten

"You're going to get enough of watching us like a drama." "Never. You two are my favorite romcom."

Fair haha

Sharon was clearly not happy, but fuck that bitch.

Period!

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.” Steve tactfully removed his arm from her grasp while the fingers on his other hand reached for you and rested low on your back, his thumb stroking a slow, deliberate circle against the sequined fabric of your gown. “It’s been two days, Sharon,” he replied, his tone clipped. And annoyed.

I can feel Steve rolling his eyes haha

Your cousin and Bucky moved closer, probably because she clocked what was going on.

They are ready for the drama 😂🤭

“You know what’s really refreshing, Sharon? Watching a woman who wants to fuck around with me and my family and find out.”

👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Bucky stepped forward as Sharon’s jaw twitched into a twisted smile. Bucky whispered in your cousin's ear. She glared at him and started taking off her jewelry, handing her earrings to him. Bucky shook his head and pulled her to the side while she gave him the business.

Hahaha was she getting ready to throw some punches??

Steve pulled you into his arms and kissed your forehead, not bothering to lower his voice when he said, “I’ll remind you how much I love that later.” Your cousin groaned dramatically. “You two are disgustingly perfect for each other.”

“Do you think calling me a stripper is an insult?” Your voice was strong and steady. “I own what I do. I’m damn good at what I do. And you?”  You looked her up and down, eyebrow deadly. “You’re standing here, burning because even with your family ties, and your desperate little designer dress, the only woman Steve wants is me. He married me.” You leaned in even closer. “The difference between us? I don’t have to chase him. I just have to walk into a room.” You smiled at her sweetly. “And he follows.”

The way I screamed reading this 👏🏻

🤭🤭🤭

Peach VII

Peach VI | Peach VIII

Summary: Steven Grant Rogers is a mob boss trying to get clean. It’s definitely because he’s in love. With you. He's got you on his turf in NYC. Do you leave there single or a married woman?

Pairing: Art Dealer/Artist/Philanthopist (Mob Boss) Steve Rogers x Reader (Peach)

A/N: I have all of the words and none of the confidence. Oh I hope you like it. It may not be everyone's cup of tea. This is part one of the Valentine's weekend bundle. I hope you like it. Let me know my LOVEs! ❤️

This fic is connected to the Bucky Barnes Knock You Down AU, and DIRECTLY AFTER the events in Peach VI. Your interaction keeps me writing, so let me know if you like it by commenting and reblogging.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT. Read at your own risk. Steve Rogers is rich, bitches!, the big one bling, the event! stripping, pole dancing, lap dancing, sloppy blow job, is this Subby!Steve? woman on top, nipple play (m receiving), size kink, definite breeding kink, raw p in v, a lil bit of cum play. Family feeeelings, Bucky being Bucky, Steve being a simp, jealous bitches, almost catching a case at a gala.

Not Beta'd. All errors my own.

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“If you ask me, I’m ready…”

“Is that what you want?” Steve said as his hands gripped your waist.

You couldn't look away from his eyes which were deeply searching yours.

When you moved your hand to his chest, his heart thudded through the muscle and the bone to your fingertips.

You nodded and marveled at how far you both had come in such a short amount of time.

You were sure.

“I’m not going back on what I said, Steve. If you ask me, I’m ready.”

Steve couldn’t believe his luck.

“How much is that promise worth to you, Peach? Because when I make a promise, I keep it.”

His beautiful deep velvet voice had you swooning in his arms. 

“Everything. It’s worth everything, Steve.”

It was unthinkable what you were feeling. But it was oh so right.

Steve’s look was so serious for a moment and then he kissed you again. He flipped you over, torso pinning yours down, abs between your legs. You whined with need as he kissed you, tenderly, his fingers tracing your face.

Then he pulled away.

“Get dressed, Peach.”

“What?

“Get dressed. Pack up. You’re checking out of the hotel.'

You looked at him and cocked your eyebrow.

“Oh. Am I?”

Steve chuckled at your sass. It was so cute. Then he pulled you close and whispered in your ear.

“Yes. You are. Remember I said that I was going to give you what you need, when you need it?”

You shivered at the way Steve handled you.

“Yes, Mr. Rogers.”

“Well, I need you to trust me. And I need to ask you a question."

“Understood.”

Steve kneeled at the side of the bed, those eyes focused on you. He looked like a little boy.

And then he asked you a very grown up question.

The elevator doors slid open to reveal the corridor to Steve’s penthouse at the top of the Rebirth building. There were two doors on the entire hallway, both mirroring each other. 

Steve walked beside you to one of the entrances, his hand resting lightly at the small of your back, a touch both casual and possessive. 

Your mouth dropped open when the door opened on floor-to-ceiling windows framing the Manhattan skyline. 

The view went on forever.

"Jesus, Steve. This is… Beautiful!"

Your eyes shone as you turned in a circle to take in the room.

"Wait until you see the rest."

You were wandering now, your fingertips trailing over the sleek countertops, the rich leather of his couch, and the curated artwork lining the walls. Everything about the space was sophisticated, masculine, Steve.

You wondered how you could lend your touch.

Steve had gone into another room, his bedroom, you imagined, to put your things down. He came up behind you as you stared out of the window, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He kissed your neck as you leaned your head back on his chest.

“This place is… it’s amazing, Steve. I can’t believe we just did that.”

“More amazing now that you’re here. And you better believe it.”

“I have something for you…a wedding gift”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, bringing it in front of you. 

The diamonds on your hand glittered and caught your eye as you reached to touch what was inside. It was a necklace with double diamond solitaires, one cushion cut and one pear shaped, nestled side by side on a thin, gleaming chain.

A moi et toi design.

To match your ring.

You blinked up at him, craning your neck to look him in the eye. He pecked you on the lips.

“Steve…”

He reached out, and plucked the necklace from the box. His fingers brushed the nape of your neck as he draped it around you.

“Moi et toi,” he murmured near your ear. “Me and you.”

You swallowed, your fingers rising to touch the stones on your skin as you gazed out on the city. 

“It’s beautiful.”

“Two stones side by side; one strengthens the other.” 

His thumb brushed over your collarbone, tracing the edge of the necklace. 

“That’s what we are. It’s what you do for me. Make me want to be a better man.”

You exhaled, your lips parting slightly as you turned around in his arms.

“Steve. You are a good man. You’re just doing things in a slightly unconventional way. You’re talking to the queen of unconventional. Remember where we met?”

There you were, being adorable again. The way you’d fought him up until this week made Steve stand in disbelief at how accepting you were of him. And how easily you’d run off with him to Connecticut tonight to become his wife. 

It was crazy, but it was so right.

“I do. I seem to recall meeting you in heaven, because all I remember thinking is ‘who is this angel.’”  

You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“You’ve been hanging around Bucky too long.”

Steve chuckled, tilting your chin up with a knuckle. He was happy.

“You’re right. But anyway, the necklace is for tomorrow, I mean the Gala tonight. Something to remind you that no matter who else is in the room... you’re my wife."

You swallowed at the octave drop in Steve’s voice and he traced your throat with his thumb as you did it. Steve gathered you to him, pressing his lips to your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered into your ear.

“Come with me, there’s something else I want to show you. " 

He grabbed your hand and led you down a hallway. 

You followed until he stopped and turned to you with a mischievous grin. Then, he opened the door behind his back and backed in so he could watch your face. Curious, you followed him inside. 

Then you froze. 

It was a good sized space. Mirrors lined one entire wall, reflecting the soft glow of LED track lighting. You stepped out on the wood floor and realized that it was made from premium materials.

But what really caught your attention was the sleek, stainless-steel pole standing tall in the center of the room. You turned slowly, meeting Steve's expectant gaze. 

"You have a dance studio?" 

"You have a dance studio," he corrected. 

"I arranged for it to be started while we were in Hilton Head and it was just finished yesterday. I wanted you to have a place to move. To feel free while you’re in Brooklyn."

You went to the pole and grabbed it and leaned out, checking it. It was sturdy and conditioned. You twirled a little and came to rest, the pole between the ass cheeks of your leggings. 

Steve’s look became hungry, and his cock jumped in his sweats. If he was thinking of sleep earlier, he was wide awake now. 

And some parts of him were more awake than others. 

“So… you had a dance studio built, for me, while we were in Hilton Head? Me, a woman who was threatening your life?”

The way you smiled at him made Steve’s heart flutter. He nodded and came close and tried to kiss you, but you twirled away from him to the other side of the pole. He flashed you a smile and your butterflies started up again.

“It was right after you threatened to shoot my balls off. I knew you had it bad.”

Steve sighed as if he was nostalgic for your death threats. You laughed as Steve grabbed for you again.

You scooted away from him.

“Don’t touch, Mr. Rogers,” you admonished as your finger wagged in front of those lips. 

Then you pointed, and Steve followed your hand as if mesmerized. He was the one who had it bad.

“Why don’t you sit down so I can test this thing out? Haven’t had a proper dance workout all week.”

Steve nodded and went to sit down on the chaise lounge in the corner of the room.

You stepped forward, and your pulse quickened as you held Steve’s gaze. He leaned back against the back of the chaise, arms crossed over his broad chest, and his t-shirt straining across his shoulders, biceps, and chest.

His blue eyes were focused with an intensity that sent a shiver through your body.

"Music?" you prompted. 

Steve smirked and tapped his phone. A pulsating beat filled the room, the bass vibrating beneath your feet, and causing your hips to sway. You didn’t have your heels and you were in loungewear, but one of those things was to your advantage.

You grabbed the hem of your sweatshirt, teasing a glimpse of your skin as you swayed to the music.

Steve’s eyes darkened and his breath visibly slowed.

You took your time, dragging the cotton up your body as you shimmied, baring the skin of your stomach, then your bra, then your collarbones as your head was hidden for half a second.

You winked when you emerged and you moved closer as you leaned over him and placed your garment on the lounge next to him.

Steve didn’t move. Didn’t blink. But his jaw clenched, and you didn’t miss the way his fingers flexed at his sides.

Then, you turned around, hooking your thumbs in the waistband of your leggings and looked over your shoulder to find him staring at your ass and licking his lips. Steve looked up at you, his blue eyes burning now as you smirked at him and peeled the black material down to reveal your flesh, in black lace, bent fully at the waist. 

Steve’s hands twitched for want of reaching out. He exhaled sharply, restraint hanging by a thread.

You straightened up slowly, twerking and slapping your own ass, holding a cheek so that he could see the lace-clothed split of you. You shot him a saucy wink as you stepped out of your clothing, pushing it aside with the tip of your toe before slowly running your hands down your body. 

You brought your hands up to your face, sliding them down your neck to your chest, then your sides, letting your fingers skim over your ribs, down your stomach, then back up, skirting along your bra and pulling your nipples through the fabric. 

Steve made a low sound in his throat, his control cracking.

It was just as he decided to reach out to touch you that you walked toward the pole on tip toes, the only way you knew how to do it. 

“No touching unless I give permission. That’s the rule in Peach’s Parlor.”

Steve cocked his head, grinning now.

“Peach’s Parlor? So you like it? You taking ownership of the place?”

He was proud that you seemed pleased. You smiled back at him in response, exhaling and letting the rhythm take you.

You started with a slow walk around the pole, each step deliberate, your hips swaying just enough to raise the temperature of his blood degree by degree. 

His smile dropped and his jaw tightened, but he didn’t move, his restraint evident in every rigid line of his body as his eyes followed your every move

You reached up, gripping the pole above your head, then lifted yourself effortlessly, letting momentum carry you into a slow spin. The world blurred for a moment, the mirrors reflecting your every movement as you let your legs extend, toes pointed, body fluid. 

The way you moved was unhurried, deliberate, and so alluring. Steve sighed and bent his head to the side, taking you in. Then he bit his lip, remembering how you felt around him earlier. You felt so fucking good, your sweet, hot pussy pulsing around him.

He was putting the cart before the horse, but he wanted to be your baby daddy so bad. He head was in the clouds as you hooked one leg around the pole, arching your back as you slid downward in a controlled descent, your body moving with the music, sensual and confident. 

The way your muscles flexed and relaxed, the roll of your hips was mesmerizingly beautiful. You were performing your art for Steve, moving for his pleasure. 

But you were in control. 

And it made Steve remember that this is what it was that made him fall for you in the first place. Damn, he wanted you, and even though you were only steps away, it was driving him crazy. 

When you reached the floor, you dropped to your knees, your thighs spread, fingers skimming down your skin as you stared at him.

Steve rubbed his hands on his pants to ease the itch of his fingers wanting to grasp you.

You stood and grabbed the pole once more, swinging around in another smooth, effortless climb. You wrapped your legs around the metal, suspended for a moment, before twisting into an elegant descent, your body brushing against the pole in a way that made Steve’s balls ache.

When you landed, you moved toward him on tiptoe again, all legs and glistening body, hips swaying, eyes locked onto his.

Steve only moved to put his hands on the back of the lounge, but other than that he was still.

In a graceful move, you straddled him carefully, knees on either side of his slim hips. You were close enough for him to feel your warmth, but were barely touching him. The heat coming from your core made him feral and his eyes were drawn downward to the source.

You felt a tremendous power, so you reached for his chin and tilted it up so he could look into your eyes. 

Steve almost got lost there, but when you whispered, “Good boy,” he forgot how to breathe. He didn't know he liked that. but the fact that you'd guessed it made you even more perfect for him. 

He covered a whimper by clearing his throat. A secret smile was on your lips as you slowly rolled your hips and arched your back, your nipples barely grazing his chest. 

Steve's eyes were everywhere, watching everything, especially your tits, which were so hard and beautiful through the lace.

He felt like if he could just to suck them for a minute, everything in the world would be alright.

A minute each. 

Maybe an hour.

Steve's breath was hot against your skin, but he still hadn’t touched you. His grip on the chaise tightened, his control hanging by a thread.

You ran your fingers down your body before leaning backward and grazing his thighs and it was just enough to plan out the pattern of his skeet along your skin. He was sure, with practice, he could spell out his name.

In one fluid movement, you turned around, pressing your back to his chest, and, lightly, so lightly, too lightly, ground against his rigid cock with slow, deliberate precision.

Steve felt delirious and close to expiring.

“Fuck, Peach… You trying to kill me?” Steve murmured, his voice low and rough. “We just got married.”

Married!

You looked over your shoulder at him and moved your lips close to his, smiling as you saw the muscles in his corded neck tense.  You leaned in, your lips hovering near his ear.

“You're so good for me Stevie… Such a good... big... boy.”

You twerked the last three words in his lap, causing him to exhale sharply and his hands to twitch. You arched, rolling your body against his again. 

And then.

Finally, finally, you let yourself sink into his lap, pressing fully against his cock. He could feel your moist pussy lips through layers of fabric.

And that’s when Steve’s restraint snapped.

His hands shot to your waist, gripping hard, his fingers digging into your skin. You leaned back and his lips found your shoulder, his breath uneven.

You smirked and turned around, dragging your nails lightly down his chest, feeling his heartbeat hammer beneath your touch.

Steve crashed his mouth to yours, swallowing your laughter in a kiss that was deep and desperate. His hands roamed your body, tracing lace, his need evident in every touch.

“My sweet Peach. Mrs. Rogers,” he growled against your skin, voice thick with hunger.

You reached up to run your fingers through his hair, tugging just enough to make his head tilt back.

“Yesss. Say Heyyyy, Mrs. Rogers…,” you teased.

One hand clasped his throat, squeezing his Adam's apple lightly as his blue eyes shone from his slitted lids. Steve's cock pulsed in his pants, then he took a ragged breath before he spoke.

“Heyyyyyy. Mrs. Rogers...”

You rolled your hips against his impressive bulge as Steve’s baritone rumbled in your ear. As you reached for the hem of his shirt, he kissed you, grabbing the collar to take it off.

You looked at Steve appreciatively as you bent and licked one erect nipple, then wrapped your lips around the tiny button, pulling it into your mouth and eliciting a small groan from him. You took your time, enjoying his sounds which got louder and louder.

"Such a good boy making those pretty sounds for me, Stevie."

You licked, sucked and savored him as you alternated from one pec to the other.

“Wanna always be good for you, Peach...” 

Steve gritted it out as you grabbed him by the hair, pulling him into a filthy, long, deep kiss. He grabbed for you and held on as your mouth plundered his.

Then you pulled away.

“I have a question, Mr. Rogers,” you unclasped your bra, then leaned forward and stuffed your nipple into his mouth, moaning as he looked up at you with those clear blue eyes and sucked enthusiastically.

“How is it you married me, and I hadn’t even sucked your cock yet?”

Steve chuckled and then got serious.

“Must be true love.”

You felt his cock pound between your legs and knew what had to happen. His fingernails scratched your thighs trying to hold on to you as you moved back to stand.

When he saw that you were going to kneel, he quickly moved a pillow from the chaise for you to settle in front of him. He then lifted his hips from the couch and pulled down his sweats and boxers in one move.

His erection sprung out and you licked your lips, ready to finally feel the smooth skin in your mouth.

"Touch yourself for me, Stevie."

Steve took himself in hand and started stroking from base to head, thumb swiping the drops of precum in passing. His burning gaze was on you but your eyes were glued to what was in his fist. 

“Fuck that’s hot… Wan’ taste you,” you were whining now, feeling deprived. 

“..Whatever you want.” Steve whispered in a strained voice after looking into those big, beautiful eyes.  

You ran your fingers over his thick dick all the way down to the heavy, tight balls. 

“So pretty…” 

You kept eye contact as you leaned in and gave him a long, wet lick from balls to head. Your tongue rolled over the soft skin of the large mushroom cap, taking in the dewey drops leaking from it.

You licked down the hard shaft, until you reached the base and ran your tongue over his large sac.

You began sucking on his tip, tonguing underneath, and humming around his head, causing Steve to murmur, “Fffeels so fucking good, Peach.”

He was carding his fingers through your hair as he said it.

Inspired, you took him as far as you could, until your lips were stretched to the limit and tears coursed down your face. You inhaled the musky scent of him in the hair at the base of his cock and looked back up to watch his contracting abs and heaving chest, his open mouth and those mesmerizing eyes. 

This was a fucking beautiful man.

Steve’s big hands gathered your hair and held it, just tight enough to send a zing to your clit. 

“Peachhhhh, that mouth is good.”

Steve was in love with how you sucked him off. He rolled his hips and found out just how snug your throat really was. When you pulled off, tears were rolling down your face.

He wiped your tears away with his thumb. 

"Y' look so fucking pretty like this, Peach.”

The way you took him all when you deep throated him again sent the cum crawling up his balls. 

“Fuckfuckfuck. Shit.”

You pulled off and released him with a filthy plop, watching as he desperately squeezed his cock at the base, trying to stop the impending explosion.

He reached out for you with his other hand and you climbed up onto his lap as he marveled at your messy hair, your bouncing tits, and fucked out expression.

“You’re a fucking goddess. Wanna cum down your throat, Peach, but don’t swallow our kids. Need ‘em inside you.”

The tip of his cock nudged your entrance, and you reached down and grabbed it, perfecting its position as you sank down on it.

You both watched in fascination as your pussy engulfed him preceded by the juices from your wet pussy. Steve’s hands grabbed onto your hips, and you wanted him to bruise you, to have a mark on you from this for days. 

Your head lolled back on your shoulders as you glided down on your Steve's, thick cock. He lifted you by your waist and alternated fucking you up and down his dick and thrusting into you, hitting angles he hadn't before.

His grunts and your moans were beautiful music.

“Please look at me, Peach.”

His tone was reverent and you couldn't help but obey. The sounds you two were making sent you right to the edge of a precipice.

“Oh… right…there… right fucking there!”

You keened as you scratched the skin on his shoulders and biceps. 

“Fucking me so good, Stevie…So righttt. N-need you to keep hitting it like that…give it to me just like that. All your cum. Inside me.”

He was hitting those bundles of nerves just right.

“You need it like that hunh? I'll give it to you until it drips out of you... Need it dripping down my gotdamn balls....”

And he proceeded to fuck up into you perfectly. Your hands moved from his shoulders to his hair and you leaned in for a filthy kiss. He gripped your throat and carefully squeezed to control your airflow. Your eyes began to roll and your cunt clenched down on him. Hard.

"Ffuckk, " He had to grit his teeth to keep from cumming. "Need you to fucking cum, Peach....."

“I- I’m close Stevieeee. Ahhh. Give it. Gonna have all your babies….”

Your pussy started clenching around him.

“Holy FUCK!”

Steve picked you up and placed you on the chaise, pulling your legs over his shoulders as he drilled into you. He slid a hand between you and rubbed your clit in soul-destroying circles.

“Drain these fucking balls...shhhhhitttttt!"

You clutched him close as you felt his cock start and continue to spurt hot cum inside you. As he softened, he sat back on his heels and spread your legs to watch his cum drip out of you. He trailed two fingertips down your sensitive slit and pushed it back inside you, all the while a sly grin on his face.

He caught your eye. 

“Can’t waste a drop.”

“You are filthy slut, Mr. Rogers.”

He laughed. 

“Only for you, Mrs. Rogers.” 

Steve grabbed his t-shirt to clean you both up a bit. Next thing you knew, you were being carried out of the studio and through to his master bedroom 

It was daylight when you were lightly snoring in his arms and Steve was grinning wide, his wife in his arms.

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The next afternoon, you sat in front of the vanity in Bucky’s penthouse as the hired glam team worked around you and your cousin. The stylist meticulously worked with your hair while the makeup artist added the final sweep of highlighter across her cheekbones.

The two of you had been getting ready together for years, first as teenagers sneaking into her mother’s closet, and now as women preparing for an extravagant event in a high-rise overlooking Manhattan. But this afternoon was different.

Her eyes met yours in the mirror. You had just her the rundown of the day before, complete with the news that you and Steve were married. She’d been quiet for a while, but now it seemed she was ready to talk again.

“You’re really happy, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice soft but certain.

You blinked, then exhaled.

“Yes I am.”

“You and Steve are perfect for each other. "

She leaned over and grabbed your hand, grinning at you.

"This isn’t a race. I’m never gonna be jealous of you, girl.”

You grinned back.

“I’m pissed that I wasn’t able to be there, though.”

You sighed. Your one regret.

“I know. But it was perfect. Just the two of us. We’ll have a party later on, though. And tonight, we’ll celebrate.”

You turned thoughtful.

“The way Steve loves me should terrify me. But it doesn’t.”

She studied you for a moment. 

“Because?”

“Because when I’m with him, it makes sense. The way he looks at me, the way he is with me—it doesn’t feel rushed. It just feels… right.”

“Then that’s all that matters.”

Your cousin smiled, tilting her head as the hairstylist and makeup artist switched and her hair was being fussed over. 

“I know you think that I feel some kind of way, but I know you girl. I was shocked, but not surprised..”

She laughed and you shook your head.

“Running off and getting married is so you. It’s so Steve too when you think about it.”

You took a sip of the mimosa that Bucky had brought in earlier. You thought what was about to happen for your cousin.

“Real talk. Bucky adores you, Cousin. And I know you. And I’m getting to know Bucky. This engagement and wedding are going to be events. Events, I say. You wouldn’t have it any other way. .You’re about to get some bling to match that jewelry you got on tonight in Vermont next week.” 

You two laughed together, the mood lighter now. 

“You’re right,” she replied. I’m secure. It will happen. And just at the right time for us. And no matter what, Peach. You are never gonna lose me as your biggest fan, no matter what.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too, cousin.”

You hugged each other so hard, the stylists had to touch you back up.

As you finished up, the sound of deep voices and approaching footsteps echoed from the hallway. The door opened, and Bucky stepped in first, his navy tuxedo perfectly tailored, his gaze immediately softening when he saw your cousin. 

“Damn Frumoasă,” he murmured, taking her in with slow appreciation. 

“You’re making it real hard for me to let you out of this apartment tonight.”

She shot him a look.

“Smooth, Barnes,” she smirked at him. “Nice suit.”

“What? This old thing?”

Bucky smirked back as he took her hand and led her out of the room.

You rolled your eyes at them because you had the feeling they were being freaky, you just couldn’t prove it.

Steve walked in, ensconced in an impressively tailored dark tux, his presence commanding as always, but the moment his eyes landed on you, something in him shifted. 

You were wearing a short gold sequined gown that showcased your legs, and you felt like a princess. 

Like a wife.

His usual air of control wavered for a fraction of a second, his gaze dragging over you like he was memorizing every inch.

You arched that adorable brow at him, tilting your head. 

“No comment?”

Steve exhaled, stepping closer, his voice rough around the edges. 

“You already know, Mrs. Rogers.”

Bucky chuckled, clapping Steve on the shoulder. 

“Think you broke him, Peach. Congratulations, Mrs. Rogers.”

You grinned, gave Bucky a hug and reached for your clutch. 

Steve reached out, his fingers grazing your wrist as he murmured, “Hold on.”

You frowned slightly, watching as Bucky guided your cousin toward the door, leaving just the two of you in the room. Steve reached into his pocket, pulling out another small black velvet box.

Your breath caught, your heart skipping for just a second.

He popped the top, revealing a pair of dazzling double diamond drop earrings, the perfect complement to the moi et toi necklace resting against your collarbone and the ring on your finger. All you could do was look at them and then blink up at him.

“Steve…”

He smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction. 

“Thought you should match.”

You shook your head and laughed.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

Steve lifted an earring, stepping close to help fasten it in place and his touch lingered.

“You say that now,” he murmured and then moved to the other side, his lips just a breath away from your skin.

“But you love it.”

You turned into his arms and looked into his eyes.

“You know if you keep giving me gifts like this, you’re going to spoil me.”

His eyes darkened, and his hand came to rest on your hip, fingers pressing into the fabric of your dress. 

“That’s the plan,” he murmured, voice low, “Mrs. Rogers.”

Bucky cleared his throat from the doorway, breaking the moment. He was leaning against the frame, smirking. 

“Hate to interrupt, but Nico’s waiting. Unless you two want to skip the gala entirely.”

You rolled your eyes at the dark headed man and flipped him off.

"You're going to get enough of watching us like a drama."

"Never. You two are my favorite romcom."

Steve exhaled through his nose, the ghost of a smirk on his lips as he kissed your neck, producing a shiver. Then, lacing his fingers with yours, he led you toward the door.

—

The way the night was going seemed like a dream, arriving on Steve’s arm and watching the reactions. Some were surprised, but most just commented that you were such a handsome couple and gave congratulations.

Sharon was clearly not happy, but fuck that bitch.

Steve hadn’t given her, or anyone else that matter, a second glance.

When the music started, Steve danced with you to all the tempos, even the Salsa when that genre was played. You had a time, and then you two went to the bar to get refreshments.

Sharon chose that moment to show her ass. You barely had a sip of your amaretto sour before she started on her bullshit.

“Steve,” she purred, looking up at him under her lashes and placing her hand on his forearm. 

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

Steve tactfully removed his arm from her grasp while the fingers on his other hand reached for you and rested low on your back, his thumb stroking a slow, deliberate circle against the sequined fabric of your gown.

“It’s been two days, Sharon,” he replied, his tone clipped. And annoyed.

Your cousin and Bucky moved closer, probably because she clocked what was going on.

Sharon ignored Steve’s tone and turned to you. 

“And you must be the entertainment. Nice dress. Is it easy to take off?”

The words sounded sweet as honey, but you heard the venom underneath. 

“I guess congratulations are in order? I hear you two ran off and got married. I guess that's a choice. It’s probably refreshing, going from someone like Peggy to someone like…Peaches..”

“It’s Peach,” you replied. 

The bitch was silent.

Sharon’s gaze flicked to your ring, then your jewelry, then down the length of your gown. 

“Although you do wear luxury well. Tell me, how does it feel knowing it’s all borrowed? That he’s probably going to dump you tomorrow. Get an annulment and leave your ass in the gutter strip club where he found you.”

You could feel the heat of Steve’s fury at your side, his body tensing like he was about to snap.

Your mouth opened to reply, but your cousin stepped up, anger rolling off of her body.

“You know what’s really refreshing, Sharon? Watching a woman who wants to fuck around with me and my family and find out.”

She lowered her voice.

“And like a cable, we jump hoes.”

The air around you shifted, and a few party-goers slowed their conversations to listen.

Bucky stepped forward as Sharon’s jaw twitched into a twisted smile. Bucky whispered in your cousin's ear. She glared at him and started taking off her jewelry, handing her earrings to him. Bucky shook his head and pulled her to the side while she gave him the business.

“Oh, I didn’t mean that in a negative way.” Sharon simpered. “It’s just the truth.”

Sharon looked between you and Steve.

“You are nothing but negative. You don’t have to worry about my marriage. Or your endowment anymore, Sharon.”

Steve spoke to her, his eyes blazing blue.

You smiled at your man, then took a slow step forward, closing the space between you, lowering your voice just enough that only Sharon, and Steve, could hear.

“Do you think calling me a stripper is an insult?” 

Your voice was strong and steady.

“I own what I do. I’m damn good at what I do. And you?” 

You looked her up and down, eyebrow deadly.

“You’re standing here, burning because even with your family ties, and your desperate little designer dress, the only woman Steve wants is me. He married me.”

You leaned in even closer.

“The difference between us? I don’t have to chase him. I just have to walk into a room.” 

You smiled at her sweetly.

“And he follows.”

The moment the words left your lips, Steve did exactly that. 

As he left her in her feelings,  Steve tossed a comment over his shoulder.

“You just got your ass handed to you in front of half the room,” he mused. 

“I’d cut my losses and walk away.”

One of the staffers turned up at that moment. 

“This way, Ms. Carter. I’ll be escorting you out.”

The four of you watched as she turned red and huffed and puffed on her way out of the door. After everyone around you went back to minding their own business, your cousin hugged you hard.

“I love you. That was perfection.”

You hugged her back. 

“Thank you, Boo.”

You released her as Bucky handed her earrings back and Steve looked at you with admiration in his eyes. 

“You handled that well.”

You smirked. “I know.”

Steve pulled you into his arms and kissed your forehead, not bothering to lower his voice when he said, “I’ll remind you how much I love that later.”

Your cousin groaned dramatically.

 “You two are disgustingly perfect for each other.”

Bucky grabbed a bottle of Moet from the table display.

“A toast. To Mr. and Mrs. Steve Rogers!”

Your husband looked at you with a smile. You don’t know what was coming your way as Steve's wife, but you knew it wouldn’t be boring.

[emsdevs]

No Strings? pt 2

a/n: surprise!! i took a break from the celly prompts (i have sooo many more to go through i promise I'm still working on them) to work on part 2 of No Strings?! i had wayyy too much fun with this one! hope you guys enjoy!

ps: keep an eye out for our guy eliis!

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It had been two weeks since you saw Justin in that cafe, and slowly but surely, you’d been getting better. It took a while, but you finally realized you were worth more than getting pushed aside. You realized Justin had been lying the whole time. His career wasn’t what was keeping the two of you from being together officially. It was the fact that he didn’t actually feel anything for you because if he did, you’d be the girl tabloids are currently writing about. Every online gossip page you’ve seen over the past week has been about nothing but the girl who has “locked down” the Chargers’ star quarterback. After getting over the initial nausea that it caused, you decided you shouldn’t sit around waiting for someone who obviously didn’t care about you, so you got dressed up and went out for the first time in a long time.

While at a bar you used to frequent, you met a guy named Ellis. He was nice enough, and he spent the night buying you drinks, which you loved. However, when the night came to an end, you couldn’t let yourself go home with him. You just weren’t in the right place for that, and as much as you hate to admit it, you weren’t over Justin. Tonight, though, you were ready to move on, to give yourself another shot at finding someone you could love, love openly.

You decided to go out again, putting on your favorite dress. You put on some makeup and curled your hair, and after blasting some music and taking a couple of shots to hype you up, you were with your girls headed for a fun night out. Soon enough, your group had completely let loose, and you were on the prowl for someone you’d let take you home. After looking for what feels like forever, you call it quits and let one of your girls drag you out to the dancefloor. It’s while you’re there that he finds you.

You feel a gentle hand on your waist, so you turn to meet one of the most attractive guys you might have ever seen. He’s giving you an easy smile, and in that second, any thought you might have had about Justin flew from your mind.

“Hey, pretty lady. You alone tonight?” he asks in a silly voice that somehow makes you want to laugh and swoon simultaneously.

“Yes! She’s completely free!” your friend chimes in for you. 

“Mind if I steal her from you then?” his attention is directed toward her now, and you begin to think you want it to always be on you. 

“Go right ahead!” she gives him a cheery smile before turning her attention to you, “We won’t wait up! But please keep us updated!”

“Promise!” you assure her before she walks off to find the rest of your group and most likely tell them about your suitor.

“I was gonna ask you if you wanted to dance some more, but I’m thinking it might be a better idea to find some place quieter?” he makes the statement sound like a question, leaving the ball in your court. 

“I’m down for that,” you’re pretty sure you’d be down for almost anything he wanted to do right now.

“Perfect! C’mon, I know this great little diner down the street,” he grabs your hand pulling you outside with him. Once you’re right outside the doors of the bar, he comes to an abrupt stop, “I’m so sorry. Where are my manners? I’m Trevor,” that easy smile is back and brighter than ever.

After sharing your name with him, he begins guiding you toward the diner. The two of you shared nice conversation on the way, getting the typical small talk out of the way then. When you get to the diner, Trevor orders a side of fries for you both to share, and you each get a milkshake. The two of you talk back and forth for a while, just chatting about recent events in both of your lives. That leads to Trevor asking what brought you to the bar tonight after telling you he needed a break from the stress his work brings him.

“Oh, god,” you sigh, leaning back in your seat and throwing your head back a little, “You probably don’t wanna know.” You laugh a little, playing off your nervousness.

“C’mon, I won’t judge. You getting over an ex or something?” he sends an easy smile your way.

“Yeah, actually. I am.”

“Oh. Well, please, share with the class.”

“You sure you wanna hear it?”

“Yep. I’m all ears,” his eyes meet yours as he pops a fry in his mouth.

“Well,” you lean toward him, ready to share your sob story. “So basically, I went on a few dates with this guy, and when we were about to hook up for the first time, he told me he couldn’t be in a relationship because of his job. So I was a little delusional and agreed to no strings attached, but eventually, I caught feelings for him.”

“Oooh,” Trevor grimaces.

“Just wait. There’s more,” your tone says everything he needs to know, so he gestures for you to continue. “So I end up telling him, right? Of course, he tells me we can’t see each other anymore, so I leave his house literally sobbing. And to beat it all, just a few months later, I saw him out on a date at a coffee shop we used to regular. Obviously, that sent me reeling, and now all I see online is the girl that ‘tamed’ him,” you finish your story with a roll of your eyes.

“Hold up. I have a few questions,” Trevor raises his hands a little and closes his eyes.

“Shoot.”

“Okay, so you’re seeing his girlfriend in the headlines? I might be overstepping, so you definitely don’t have to answer, but who is this guy?”

“Justin Herbert,” you’re grimacing once again.

“The Chargers’ quarterback?” he’s whisper-shouting in your face.

“Trevor!” you match his tone.

“Sorry. Sorry. I just didn’t peg him as that kinda guy, ya know?”

“Oh, trust me. I know.”

“Okay, yeah. Good point. Okay, so next question. He really lied to you about not being able to have a girlfriend just to hard launch one a few months later?” “It’s insane, right? Like he literally told me that it would be better that way anyway because he just wouldn’t have the time to fully commit. Turns out, he just didn’t wanna commit to me.”

“Well, he’s an idiot. I mean, I’ve known you for like an hour, and I’m ready to commit right now.”

“Smooth, Trevor,” you roll your eyes again.

“I’m being so serious, right now. Go on a date with me. I’ll treat you the way you deserve to be treated,” he lays his hand out on the table, giving you a physical offer as well.

You look at him for a moment, deciding how much you trust him. After finding nothing but earnestness in his eyes, you move your hand to lay in his before he wraps it up. “Okay. I’m holding you to that, Trev.”

“Ooh, nicknames already? You’re moving fast. Am I that irresistible?” that beautiful bright smile is back, and you’re thinking you want to see it every day from now on.

~~

You and Trevor had been going out for about two months now, and you’d officially been his girlfriend for just over a month. Everything had been going so wonderfully, and you can’t believe how lucky you are to have found him. Tonight, he decided to come hang out at your place after practice. You two had ordered some takeout and put on a movie while you ate. Your food was all gone, and you and Trevor had been cuddled up on the couch for a while now, content to keep the movies playing while you enjoyed each other’s company.

Both of you jumped a little when you heard a knock on the door, neither of you expecting it. After sharing a confused look with Trevor, you get up and make your way to the door. When you pull it open, you freeze. The last person you expected to see on the other side was Justin Herbert.

“Justin?” his name falls from your mouth quickly, like it’s not supposed to be there. Really, it’s not anymore.

“I really need to talk with you,” his eyes are pleading, but it won’t work on you. Not now.

“Now is seriously not a good time,” you pull the door closer to you, trying to get your point across.

“Please. I just- I messed up,” he steps closer, but you hold your ground.

“Justin, no. You had your chance, okay?”

“Please, baby, you have to hear me out, okay?” tears are brimming his eyes now.

“No. No. You don’t get to do that. I’m happy now, Justin. Go back home.”

“No, please! I messed up letting you go. I thought I wasn’t ready to commit and that I wouldn’t have time, but when you left I felt this hole in my heart. It won’t go away, no matter what I do. I got a girlfriend to convince myself I was fine, but she’s not you. Please, baby, just give me one more chance,” he’s begging at this point, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. 

Just as you’re about to tell Justin to leave again, you feel a hand on your waist and hear Trevor’s voice behind you, “Who’s this, babe?” He presses a kiss to the top of your head when he finishes his sentence, and if you had to bet, he probably looked at Justin while he did it. He knows exactly who Justin is. He could just tell he wasn’t gonna leave anytime soon and figured he’d come to help you out a little. He’d never minded being a little messy sometimes. “Hey, man I’m the boyfriend, Trevor,” he’s shooting Justin a wicked grin, not caring at all about whatever Justin might be feeling after how he made you feel.

“Boyfriend?” Justin is only looking at you now.

“What? You can move on, but I can’t?” your words have a bite to them.

“I just told you I never moved on?” his statement is formed like a question.

“Well, I did, and the only reason that was able to happen is because you let me go. I’m sorry you regret that, but actions have consequences, Justin. If you wanted me so badly, you should’ve kept me around when you had a chance.”

“But-”

“No, man,” Trevor pushes the door open a little more and steps around you. He begins to usher Justin away from your doorstep, “She’s said her peace. She’s moved on. It’s time you do too. Okay, bud? Scurry on back to whatever model you were using to distract yourself from my girl, alright?” 

When he deems Justin is far enough away, he turns back around to head back to you. He urges you inside before slamming and locking the door, being sure Justin knew he wasn’t welcome. 

“C’mon, baby. Let’s go make out in front of the window, so he knows what he’s missing,” he has that same bright grin on his face, and suddenly, any negative feelings you had are gone. You laugh with your head tipped back as he drags you along, content to go along with whatever antic he thinks up.

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Ink Part 2 | Customer! Eddie Munson x Tattoo Artist! Reader

Notes: I have been screamed at to do a part 2, and I am here to serve the people. Enjoy:

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: None

Eddie let out a "Hmm." while hugging you from behind. His chin rested on your shoulder to take a proper look at the test. "I think we're doing a speedrun here, huh?" You didn't know whether or not to laugh, but you still giggled. "So in a month, you get a girlfriend, two dogs and a baby.", you said in a quiet tone. He knew from your voice alone that you were indifference about the situation. "And you get a boyfriend, two dogs and a baby in a month. If you want that, darlin'. Whatever you decide, I'll be with you."

You two had a long conversation about whether to keep the baby or not. From financial situation, up to how you'd do your job and if you felt ready to have a baby. But both of you agreed: You two will keep the baby.

"I can't get tattooed for 9 months.", you groaned as you two left your OBGYN. "I'll pay a big one for you once they're here.", your boyfriend said before kissing the top of your head. After you two sat in his car, Eddie took another close look at the sonogram you doctor printed out for you. "I'll be honest, I don't see much.", your boyfriend said. You giggled at that. "They're the size of a poppy seed right now. It'll be more visible at the next appointment."

Eddie kept looking at the sonogram with a wide grin on his face. "There's poppy seeds on everything-bagles, no? I think I want one." You leaned in to kiss him before he drove you two to the next best bakery.

Eddie started coming to your work more regularly than before. Every day, at 1pm he made you eat lunch with him since he knew you forget to eat during tattoo sessions. "I also got you a fig, because that's their size right now." You both crashed on the sofa in your staff room with his head on your shoulder. "You're really into the fruit sizes." Eddie laughed a bit before placing a few kisses on your neck. "It's just...really nice." He made sure you ate your entire lunch and some more, like he did every day.

"I think it's obvious that you're gonna have to do a tattoo for baby bat for me.", he eventually said once you were putting away your lunchbox. Baby Bat is the nickname you two eventually started calling your growing child. "You already have some bats. Or do you want a special one?" Eddie helped you stand up. "We can change the plan we made for my chest tattoo. So it's right above my heart." That suggestion was so sweet that you almost cried. "I think I can do that."

Marli and Hot Dog loved laying on your stomach at this point. You already knew that they'd be great with the baby. Eddie was at work right now and you were laying in a living room filled with moving boxes. Since you inherited your grandparents house, him moving in with you was a given. And you were so determined to put up his figurines in the living room, but your second trimester floored you with fatigue and stomach aches. 30 minute naps turned into a 4 hour sleep, and when you were awake you could barely get up.

"Who do we have here?", Eddie said when he walked into the living room. Without a question or a complaint about the mess, he laid down next to you and pulled you close. Your dogs adjusted and cuddled up to your back. "I don't feel well.", you mumbled. "Napping didn't help." He gave you an understanding hum before kissing the top of your head. "That's okay, darlin'. You're doing great carrying baby bat, I don't expect more from you." Eddie, despite his rather intimidating looks, was a softie on the inside. Especially when it came to you, he was calm and cautious. "I love you.", you mumbled tiredly while resting your head on his chest. His heartbeat was extremely calming right now, especially when mixed with his after-work smell of motor oil and diesel from the car shop. Right now, that was the only thing you could smell without feeling sick. "I love you, too.", he replied while holding you close and kissing your forehead.

Once you got over the fatigue, you were glowing. Everyone always told you about the pregnancy glow you'd get, but you didn't expect it to hit you after such a grueling time with feeling ill. You could work as normal, with the exception of your belly making it hard sometimes to hunch over the tattoo you were working on. But you had lovely customers who understood and gave you your time. Especially today, the tip was wonderful.

"Isn't that adorable?", you said to Eddie with a huge grin while showing off the tip a customer gave you today: A baby onesie that read 'Baby Bat'. She was a regular, just like Eddie was, and wanted to get you something before you'd leave for maternity. "That's really cute.", he agreed with a grin. At this time, you were just about ready to give birth and meet your baby bat in person.

"One more tattoo, then I'm staying home.", you happily sighted that night while getting into bed next to your boyfriend. "Aren't you glad that's gonna be me?", he asked while cuddling up to you from behind. You sighted happily while getting comfortable. "Very much. I love you." He kissed your neck and whispered "I love you, too." before the two of you drifted off to sleep.

Just like that, Baby Bat was born. It felt like time flew by in the blink of an eye until she was here. Sabrina was a perfect, healthy, tiny girl with a bit of brown hair like her dad.

"Isn't she perfect?", you said in a dreamy voice while watching your boyfriend hold her. He was doing skin-to-skin with her on the chair next to your bed while she napped. Her head was laying right in the middle of the bat tattoo you put on Eddie's chest. "She got it from her mommy.", he replied in a quiet tone. You didn't even know he was capable of keeping his volume down until now.

Watching him with your daughter while looking at all the artwork you permanently drew on his skin made you feel a difference kind of love. There was not a universe in which you thought all of this would be possible, yet it was happening to you.

"Let's get married.", you suggested. Eddie chuckled and looked at you, up from Sabrina.

"Let's."

[andhumanslovedstories]

There's so many horrible things happening in America right now that it has been interesting to see what individual horrors hurt me personally the most. I grew up going to the Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts. Musicals, plays, concerts, that weird bust of JFK, playing around on terrace during intermissions, putting on a velvet dress that you're going to ruin dropping a milk dud in your lap and not noticing until it's fully melted, wearing the pinchy shiny shoes that are the training bras of women's formal footwear, operas I didn't like but did love, jazz I didn't understand but still fascinated me, red carpet, big stairs, the absolute nightmare amount of experiences I had as a new driver as I repeatedly got trapped in the Kennedy Center's fucking private DC island or whatever the hell is going on traffic-wise, free performances on small side stages, getting to see an enormous production on the Center's most enormous stage, all of which was accessed by walking through that a long, tall hallway lined with flags of the world that made you feel like a dignitary attending the most important even in the world.

And now Trump's taken it over. He fired its board. He appointed one of his loyalists to run it. I want to throw up.

Sometimes I miss DC so much. I love the Pacific Northwest and expect I'll live here for the rest of my life, but this isn't my hometown. I grew up the edge of the District. I've lost cumulative years of my life stuck in traffic on the inner loop and outer loop. Because of the Smithsonian, it used to be so baffling to me that anyone ever had to pay to get into a museum. I've used the Washington DC zoo as a shortcut to a different part of the city because it's free to enter. You couldn't count the amount of knockoff Spider-man popsicles that I've eaten sitting on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. My reading tastes were molded by Kramer Books in Dupont Circle. I spent afternoons walking around the National Mall, normally just a big empty field until there's an event--book fair, country music program, international cuisine, whatever--at which point for a day or a weekend or a week it becomes a sea of tents and stages. I went to protests outside the Capital and the White House about the war in Iraq. I froze my toes off watching Obama's 2008 presidential inauguration.

It seemed like everyone's family touched the federal government in some way. Everyone's family had moved here because they were military or state department or a political consultant or worked with an NGO or some other reason that meant you had to be here, in the nation's capital. Plenty of people had connections to the federal government that we more hush-hush. Like kids in class straight up going, "I have no idea what my parents do for a living. They're not allowed to tell me." High schoolers regularly, accidentally drove into the CIA parking lot and got escorted out because the premises were that accessible. My family moved here because my dad is a reporter who ended up covering international trade. (Imagine how much his job sucks right now.) He switched beats one summer to cover the White House instead. He got to fly on Air Force One. He got official Air Force One M&Ms. I was SO disappointment my dad didn't work there for Bush to call on him by nickname.

Every day my family got The Washington Post. I read the comics and the kid's page, then the rest of the Style section, then Metro, then news. I learned to read from it. We wrapped our delicate Christmas ornaments with its pages. We used yesterday's papers to clean our windows because they didn't leave streaks. I took journalism in high school. You can't IMAGINE how much and how frequently we talked about Watergate. When Post changed its motto to "Democracy Dies in Darkness" after Trump's election in 2016 that meant something to me. I knew Bezos owned the paper now, but that was still my paper, and the motto spoke to something I fervently believed: if people just knew what was happening, they wouldn't allow it to happen. If you expose a problem, people will naturally agree that it is a problem and that we should do something to fix it. Flash forward to Trump's third fucking campaign, and the newspaper wouldn't endorse a presidential candidate. Chickenshit cowardice. Then they change the motto. "Riveting Storytelling for All of America." Eat shit. You're nothing now.

Politics in America is just telling everyone how much you hate Washington, DC so that they'll elect you so you can move to DC. Well, guys, the city fucking hates you too. Republicans will never give the District actually meaningful political representation because no one in that city would vote for them. It's not just the policies; it's the contempt. No one in the new administration loves the city they schemed and lied and stooped to take over. It's just iconography to them, and all they care about is taking that iconography for themselves. Trump doesn't give a shit about the summer program for the Kennedy Center. He has never seen a show at the Kennedy Center. When he was president, he never attended the annual awards. He's trying to destroy one of the most significant places of my life and I'm genuinely unsure if he has ever stepped for inside of it.

[etclouie]

day fourteen — siriusly alone

ᯓ ꨄ︎ — summary; neither you or Sirius have a date for valentines day (Sirius Black x fem!reader)

ᯓ ꨄ︎ — warnings; friends to lovers kinda??, mutual pinning, sirius smokes here, they kiss, maybe badly written, that’s it tho i think

ᯓ ꨄ︎ — word count; 684

ᯓ ꨄ︎ — a/n; last day of this event somehow??

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all of your friends had dates this Valentine’s Day, apart from Sirius—which is how you found yourselves alone in the Gryffindor common room while everyone else was out celebrating the holiday.

you’d spent all your other Valentines Days at Hogwarts by yourself, but spending it with Sirius this year was different. 

not that you were complaining of course, you were harbouring feelings for him. 

and little did you know, he felt the exact same way towards you.

with a sigh you droped your head to his shoulder, his attention falling to you as he exhaled the smoke of his cigarette.

“you okay?”

he asked, offering the cigarette your way before you shook your head ‘no’. another sigh toppling from your lips as your eyes held his, mumbling back to him.

“yeah just think we’re the only two people without a date”

he chuckled, shaking his head as he watched you curled into his side. he moved his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer, something you both normally did anyways.

both of you always seeming to gravitate to the other, without fully realising it.

you’d heard James and Remus make jokes before, that you’d be good together but you and Sirius always laughed them off.

but now, now didn’t feel as if either of you were against their suggestions.

and as if Sirius could read your mind, he spoke up.

“reckon we should take James and Remus’ advice right about now, hm?”

at his words you lifted your head to meet his eyes again, watching him nod as his cigarette sat between his lips.

he took another drag of it before exhaling the smoke away from you, a new softness behind his eyes.

“you serious?”

you asked, searching his eyes and finding nothing but sincerity. 

he couldn’t help but chuckle at the disbelief and surprise in your eyes, dropping his cigarette and stubbing it out in the ashtray on the coffee table.

“hey Sirius?”

you whispered, your face now inches from his and your breath mingling.

the closeness between you made you giggle, a flurry of butterflies erupting in your belly. 

“yeah love?”

that was new.

the first time he’d ever called you love before, and you wanted to scream about it from the rooftops.

“can i kiss you?”

you asked without a second thought, even taking yourself aback.

but he nodded.

god, did it feel like your dreams were coming true. but so were his.

he leaned in, meeting your lips halfway in a kiss much softer than either of you expected.

you pulled back after a moment, but stopped a hairs width away from his lips. the moment felt surreal but it felt good, good enough that you both leaned in again before you whispered against his lips again.

“might be silly now, but i like you Siri”

you told, which made him chuckle again. he flashed you an ‘oh really?’ look, rolling your eyes at him before resting your head on his shoulder.

his left arm moved around your waist to pull you impossibly closer as he whispered out to you.

“i like you too love”

of course it felt silly, but now that the truth was out it felt like a breath of fresh air.

the butterflies in your belly began to simmer down, but the new longing you felt for each other remained dormant.

“kiss me again, please”

you whispered, and he eagerly complied with your plea.

his lips pressed firmer against yours, kissing the breath from your lungs as he deepened it this time. 

his right hand lifted to cradle your face and his thumb stroked across your cheek, both of you lost in the kiss until you heard a group of jeers from the door to the common room.

breaking apart, you seen James and Lily. hiding your face in against Sirius’ shoulder as his cheeks panted themselves a pink hue, James throwing teases your way as they walked past.

waiting until James and Lily disappeared upstairs, you giggled against Sirius’ shoulder before whispering out to him.

“he’s never going to let you live this down”

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BuckTommy Fluffebruary: Day 15

~Babysitting~

- What… You’re saying your plans changed? - Buck’s enthusiastic smile faded slightly.

- Yeah, here’s the thing… We were planning to take the baby with us, but it turns out we can’t, - Maddie replied in a slightly apologetic tone, tilting her head in a gesture of understanding.

Buck blinked.

No, don’t get him wrong - he was always happy to fulfill his duties as the best uncle to the fullest. But Maddie was now asking him to look after not only Jee-Yun but also her little brother, Min, who was only six months old. Staying with two kids at once? That sounded like an advanced-level challenge.

- Are you sure? - Buck asked cautiously. - Min is still so little…

- Do you want to be the best uncle for him too? Then it’s time to start earning that title right now, - Maddie joked, trying to dispel Buck’s doubts.

- Buck, it’s just until the evening. I wrote you a note with everything you need to do. The formula is on the shelf, the puree is in the fridge. And you can always call me if you’re unsure about anything.

- Can I really handle this… alone? - Buck asked quietly, glancing thoughtfully at Min’s crib, where the baby was still sleeping.

- Well, you can always call for reinforcements. - Maddie winked at him before closing the front door and hurrying off to Chim.

Her last words gave Buck an idea, and before he knew it, he was already heading to the kitchen, dialing Tommy’s number - he definitely needed help right now.

Buck’s call caught Tommy just after a shower - he had just come off his shift and was planning to rest, maybe even take a nap. But the sheer panic in Buck’s voice on the other end of the line had him getting ready in record time. Buck was practically spiraling, and Tommy wasn’t about to leave him to deal with this alone.

Jee-Yun was absolutely thrilled to see Tommy and was already enthusiastically telling him all about the evening plans she had come up with for them.

Min didn’t keep them waiting long - his cries from the nursery cut through the apartment, and Buck turned to Tommy with a look of sheer panic. Tommy couldn’t stand seeing him like that.

- I’ll get him, - Tommy said quietly, heading toward the nursery, catching the way Buck’s face stretched in surprise from the corner of his eye.

- Seriously? You’re not-.. Thank you, Tommy, -  Buck’s voice called after him as Tommy picked up the now fully awake baby.

Tommy hesitated for a moment, figuring out the best way to hold Min. He was so small, and in Tommy’s arms, he somehow seemed even tinier.

When Tommy walked out of the nursery with Min in his arms, Buck turned to look at them - and for a second, he completely forgot what he was supposed to be doing. Of course, Min wasn’t their child, but something about the sight of Tommy holding a baby did something to Buck. He swallowed down the unexpected lump of emotion and refocused on preparing the formula.

While the bottle warmed up to the right temperature, Tommy gently rocked Min in his arms, humming something softly. Min calmed down; though he was still making little demanding noises for food, he wasn’t crying anymore.

Buck’s heart melted at the sight.

They fed Min, taking turns holding him, all while reassuring Jee-Yun that they’d soon join her in building her dollhouse.

When they put Min to bed, Tommy quietly sang a lullaby. - My mom used to sing it to me when I couldn’t sleep, - he explained, a little embarrassed. Min fell asleep surprisingly fast.

Buck thought he was already endlessly in love with Tommy, but as they stepped out of the nursery, he felt like he loved him even more.

Building Jee-Yun’s dollhouse was surprisingly quick. Tommy listened carefully as she described all her dolls and even offered suggestions on how to make the house more comfortable for them. Buck took a moment to just watch the two of them, exhaling softly. This man couldn’t be more perfect.

That evening, as they drove away from the Buckley-Han household - Maddie still in shock that they hadn’t called her even once - Buck kept stealing glances at Tommy in the driver’s seat.

- What? - Tommy asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

- Have you ever thought about having kids? - Buck decided not to beat around the bush - it had been on his mind all day.

- Well… yeah. - Tommy didn’t answer right away, caught off guard by the question. - I’ve thought about how… someday, it would be nice to have one or two… if we want to. If we’re ready.

- I saw today that you’re ready, - Buck said softly, placing his hand on Tommy’s knee. - And I want kids with you.

Tommy was silent, overwhelmed with emotion, unable to find the right words. Instead, he placed his hand over Buck’s.

Evan turned his gaze back to the road ahead.

They were going to do this. Together. @bucktommyfluffebruary ❤️️