#because he /knows/ he won't be able to stop buck from risking his own life to save sam and he's Angry about it

[littlespoonevan]

thinking about how one of the reasons i’ve always felt we haven’t really seen eddie outwardly React to buck being in danger is bc he’s never really been in a situation where he wasn’t Absolutely Sure he could save buck. like with the truck bombing, eddie is clearly agitated when they can’t get to buck but once he can?? he’s holding buck’s hand and helping hen treat him while the others work to lift the truck bc he knows he can pull buck to safety when the time is right. same with the factory explosion. they don’t linger on eddie’s reaction much but, again, as long as he can find buck he knows he can get him out. and he does. he’s the first one to grab the rope and the first one to reach him which infers a lot about the moments we didn’t see. 

but now, eddie’s screaming buck’s name and trying to pull him to safety but he can’t. so he has to lower him to the ground instead. he has to put buck’s safety in everyone else’s hands. and as soon as he’s off the truck he runs to buck’s side again but bobby drags him away and makes him drive. so he spends three minutes driving to the hospital, not sure if buck’s even alive, and as soon as they stop he’s the one demanding to take over compressions. he’s the one yelling at the doctors to “Do more,” because he’s not allowed to do anything else except wait now.

and, on the one hand, it’s devastating to watch eddie slowly start to crumble because he clearly feels so helpless. but also, even through all that helplessness, even though this is the first time he really doesn’t know if he can save buck........he still did???

because he was the one to get buck’s heart beating again.

and that. that is something i going to need three to five business days to recover from, frankly

[donutloverxo]

Princess

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Based on a request. Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.

Summary - Your pussy is sore so Curtis uses your mouth.

Warnings - explicit sexual content (m/f) , age gap (reader is in her early twenties, Curtis is 34), innocent/naive reader, dub con, oral (m receiving), soft dark!Curtis, au, porn without plot.

Pairing - Curtis Everett x reader

Word count - 2k

You were jerked away when you heard the knob to your room on the snowpiercer rattling, and then being closed as his footsteps followed.

You didn't remember a lot before the train, you were just a kid when the old world came to an end. 

You saw glimpses of grass and sunlight in your dreams, you weren't sure if they were dreams or just fragments of your imagination. 

But even in your wildest dreams, you didn't imagine a bed this soft and a room this big. Big enough to fit the bed and two dressers and a large mirror. It was decadent and all you could wish for and more. 

So it should make you happy to be here. In a comfortable bed like a princess. Shouldn't it? 

It didn't. You wanted to enjoy this time while it lasted, but your gut told you that you were temporary. Just here to warm the leaders bed. 

"Curtis…" your face heating up as he studied you, his powder blue eyes twinkling in the dim light, getting rid of his coat and cap. Goosbumps erupted all over your body as you held your soft comforter upto your chest,to give you some sense of modesty and dignity even if Curtis had taken it all from you and made you a woman just weeks ago. 

You used fantasy to escape your grim reality quite often. It's easier to dream of a Prince Charming riding on a white horse to save you then to accept reality for what it is that you would've been stuck working in the greenhouse for the rest of your life… all alone. 

"How many times do I have to tell you?" he hissed, tearing the comforter away from you, holding onto your wrists to reveal your beautiful breasts to him. "You're mine now. You can't hide from me."

"I'm sorry…" you hung your head in shame, and so you wouldn't be caught peeking a glance at Curtis pulling his shirt over his head, followed by him unbuckling his belt. 

He was… beautiful. You never knew anyone could be so handsome. His shoulders wide, a light scattering of hair all over his torso, multiple scars on his body. But they only, strangely, made him more appealing to you. 

He climbed on top of the mattress, nudging your knees apart and situating himself between them. He growled as he looked at your bare sex, using two of his fingers to part your lips as you hissed in pain. 

"It's… I'm… sore," you explained when he looked up at you. 

He nodded back to you, pushing barely an inch of his forefinger inside you, he didn't want to hurt you. Your pussy was clearly swollen and overworked. If he gave into his urges he would be sure to cause you pain, and even worse, lose what little trust you have in him. 

He had suffered enough to last him seven lifetimes. He already knew he was going to hell for all that he had done. It wasn't like he could doom himself anymore by forcing you to be with him. And he deserved you. After all that he had gone through. You were his light at the end of one long and shitty tunnel. 

He pulled his hand away when he looked at your face, pinched in pain. Instead settling on fondling your breast as he thought about how to take care of his erection. 

He had taken your body four times the previous night, which was why you slept the day away. How he managed to go out and get stuff done, and be the leader was beyond you. 

"You like what you see, princess?" He taunted you when he caught you staring at his hard cock. 

The little pet name was initially what he used to mock you and how shy and delicate and innocent you were, but now he had come to cherish you. He wanted to protect you as if you were his sweet little scared princess and he was your brave knight. 

You immediately averted your eyes and started sputtering nonsense, your brain froze and you literally didn't know how to answer him. And Curtis had made it very clear that when he asked you a question you were to give him a proper, clear and honest answer. Or face grave consequences. 

"Um, yes?" Which was the truth. You had seen a few male genitals in your life, they were all… not very appealing. But it was different with Curtis. His was beautiful and intimidating at the same time. 

"Then how about," putting his leg over yours, he crawled to the top of the bed, kneeling before you with his hard, pulsating length was right in front of your face. "You make me happy."

"Oh…" you simply stared. Your friend had told you that you were 'one lucky bitch' to have a man like Curtis who spends hours pleasuring you with his mouth, his fingers, and his manhood, but never forced you to return the favor. You didn't even know how you would go about doing that. 

You had explored your own body before. Partly because of your curiosity and partly for some relief. But Curtis touched you in a way no one else could, he made you climax harder than you ever had before, you were pretty sure you passed out once from the sheer intensity of it. 

But… how does one go about doing the same with a man's special place? 

"Hm," you looked at his slit, it looked somewhat similar to your bud, you held onto his length, putting your thumb over his tip where the pearly liquid oozed out of--with which he often loved painting your whole body with, or pump you full of it and just watch it seep out of you. 

You realised how bold you were, that you should seek his permission before touching him there, you looked up to see him pleased with your actions so you decided to keep going.

You lightly pressed your thumb on his slit, making him hiss, you whipped your head up and pulled your hand away. 

"Sorry…" you sniffed, your vision becoming blurry as your eyes teared up, "I've never.. I don't know what to do. I'm sorry…" you sobbed. 

"Stop," he said softly, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

You really were such a scared little lamb. Years of pent up frustration, where he had to make do with just his hand, didn't help making you feel safe with him either. But what the hell was he supposed to do when he had such a beautiful woman next to him as he slept? 

"Just listen to me. Can you do that?" he asked, cupping your jaw as you meekly nodded. "Open your mouth as wide as you can," he told you, pulling on your bottom lip with his thumb. 

Oh. It made sense. He puts his mouth on you so you should be able to do so on him as well. You opened your mouth with an 'ah', panicking just a bit when he put his hand around your throat, but he hushed you and asked you to relax. Since your body, mind and soul really did belong to him now, you immediately calmed down, knowing that he won't hurt you. Not too much anyway. 

He pushed his length in your mouth. The taste wasn't at all what you expected. Not that you were sure what it would be like anyway. It tasted creamy and salty at the same time. You coughed and sputtered around him, your spit trailing down your chin. You thought that the mess would make him angry but then you recalled how much he enjoys the mess he makes of you. 

He stopped when he felt his tip hit the back of your throat on his palm, "Good girl," he cooed, stroking your need. "Look up here," he ordered as you looked at him through your big doe eyes, "Keep looking at me okay?"

You didn't know if you were expected to give a verbal answer, because you couldn't… Not with a mouthful of Curtis. So you nodded the best you could. 

"Hands on your thighs," he said as you put your hands on your bare thighs with the palms up. "Right now just sit there… just like that," he rasped as he pulled his hips back before bucking them forward, "And look pretty. Fuck… that mouth of yours… and it's all mine to do whatever I want with…"

He was making love to your mouth, just as he did between your legs. 

You did as you were told, sitting and taking his assault on your mouth and throat. His ejaculate, your tears and your saliva drooling all over your lap. He was making love to your mouth, just as he did between your legs. 

You could feel slick running down the side of your leg, not wanting to ruin the pristine white sheets and to create some much needed friction you closed your legs together. 

He stopped his hips, the tip of his cock still in your mouth as he saw you squirming. "Touch yourself." He said. 

Your eyes widened as you realised what he meant. You couldn't risk pulling him out of your mouth to protest. You were too embarrassed to do that in front of him as well. 

"That's an order," he growled as he fucked in to your warm mouth, making you choke around him, pushing him closer to his release. 

A shaky hand made its way to your core, past your pubic hair and between your thighs. You tried to emulate how Curtis touched you. 

First he touched your thighs and kissed them all over. Then your ass and then he'd tease around your lips, torturing you for what would feel like forever before touching you where you most needed him. 

You gathered your intimate juices, spreading them around your vulva before rolling your pearl between your fingers, moaning around his length. 

"That's it, princess… come on, come with me," he groaned, slowly fucking into your mouth, holding off his release so he could watch you fall apart as he came in your mouth, one hand tangled up in your hair and another pinching and twisting your nipples. 

Soon you were whimpering, you tried to tell him that you were close. Thankfully he seemed to understand as he picked up the pace. Fucking into your mouth till you could feel streaks of his release on the back of your throat. 

You held onto his thigh so you could sit upright as your orgasm washed over you. Your nails digging into his skin as you screamed around his length. 

"Swallow it all," he commanded as you gulped down all that you could. 

You took in some much needed oxygen as he pulled his softening cock out of your mouth, your chest heaving as he laid down beside you and pulled you into his body.

He thought you'd want to sleep after. Since you were so swollen and tired. He'd have to take it easy on you from now on. Maybe use your mouth every now and then to give your pussy a rest. 

But then… 

Were you grinding against his cock? 

He propped your chin up so he could look at your face, the most innocent look on it. 

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Um… are you done?" you asked, tracing a scar on his chest. 

"You want something, princess?" he asked, pinching your buttock as you yelped. 

"I was thinking… we could make love? It doesn't feel right not to. You know?"

"Right, of course, princess. Since you asked so nicely." He smirked as he climbed on top of you. 

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[peterrparrkerr]

Hit mad falls in love with target - read on ao3

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Peter waved frantically at Tony when he walked into the lab, eyes glued to a computer screen.

"Tony, quick! Look!" He demanded, nearly vibrating in his chair.

Tony made his way over, hands clasped behind his back as he leaned over Peter's shoulder.

"Isn't it awesome?" The young man asked, waving his hands around.

"What am I looking at?" Tony asked.

"Its cancer," Peter said. He points to different colored lines in the graph, all jagged and fluctuating. "This is breast cancer, and this one is pancreatic, skin, lung."

Tony hums as Peter continues to list each colored line as a different form of cancer.

"I was able to isolate the individual cells from everything else, and- look, look!"

Peter snatches Tony by the shirt sleeve and tugs him from one monitor to the one on the other side of the lab. He taps his fingers on the screen, bouncing on his heels.

"These are the cells after being treated with non-radioactive therapy," Peter said, looking up at Tony. "The number of cancer cells is cut in half within a week!"

Peter then drags Tony across the lab again, babbling excitedly as he does so. "Do you know what this means? This means we can start human testing! And we can market the treatment for practically nothing!"

He shows Tony a live feed of the treatment in action from a TV monitor.

"Think about the possibilities," Peter grinned. "Anyone can get treated, no matter their financial standing. And the treatment isn't as harmful as chemo or radiation. It doesn't attack the body as a whole, it isolates the cancer cells and leaves the rest of the body alone.

"No more hair loss or side effects. And we could cut remission in half too," Peter said. "Just think, this time next year, we could start selling to hospitals all over the world."

Tony smiles down at the younger man. He had known within the first day of meeting Peter that he wouldn't be able to follow through. He's glad he hadn't.

"Have you told anybody else?" He asks casually.

"Ned knows," Peter said. "And Bruce, but they were here when it happened."

"Where are they now?"

Peter gives Tony a wry smile, still too excited about his treatment working.

"I sent them home a couple hours ago," he said. "We've all been awake for almost three days, so I'm sure they've gone to bed already."

"You should be in bed too, don't you think?" Tony asked, raising an eyebrow.

Peter waves him off, shaking his head as he goes to his work desk. "I'll sleep later," he said, pulling his lab coat off and draping it over the chair.

He's dressed in his usual outfit; comfortable pants and a button up.

"Plus, I knew you'd make your rounds around this time, and I wanted to tell you," Peter said with a grin, grabbing his personal items.

That was part of Tony's cover. A janitor for the building Peter worked for. Hes wearing a navy blue jump suit, though he's left the cart out in the hallway.

"I'll walk you to your car," Tony hums, leading the way out. When he'd first started this, he'd offered his company to get closer to Peter -to find his vulnerabilities.

Now though, he does it because he's protecting the young scientist.

He'd skipped out with 45 thousand dollars paid to kill the boy, but as the days had gone on, and Peter had grown comfortable with him, Tony realized he couldn't steal him from the world.

Peter was incredible. He worked tirelessly to find a cure for cancer. He's already created a new insulin for diabetes that he's made available to everyone for only $10 a month -something not many other medical professionals liked.

Peter was making enemies left and right, and Tony decided to make it his job to keep him breathing. If not for the rest of his life, then for as long as it takes for the young scientist to see an end to cancer.

The boy wasn't getting much in terms of money for his creations. In fact, from what Tony's come to learn, the boy doesn't own a car, and rents an apartment with his aunt. 

He sees enough to live paycheck to paycheck and this new treatment won't do much to better his life, but he's not concerned with money. He wants to make Healthcare more effective and affordable.

Tony's got morals. Enough of them to know when a hit is a bad investment. That didn't stop him from taking his payment anyway.

The two make it to the car park. Its dark, the overhead lights buzzing annoyingly. Its empty, save for a couple cars belonging to a few of the security guards, and the car Peter shares with his aunt.

It's an older model, grey paint chipping and metal beneath rusting near the wheels. Peter talks animatedly beside him, lands flailing in front of him.

Tony glances around them, scowling as he takes in the familiar cement structure.

"Wait," Tony says, just as Peter's pulling the keys from his pocket. They're a couple feet away from the car, and the hairs on Tony's arms and neck stand on end.

"What is it?" Peter asked curiously, reaching for the door handle.

It's just as Peter grips the handle that Tony sees the wire connected to the metal lock on the other side of the glass.

Tony is quick to react, grabbing Peter by the arms and wrenching him away from the door.

Peter yelps in surprise, but its cut out by the sound of a small explosion. Tony braces for the blast of air that knocks the two off their feet, and grits his teeth at the heat that follows.

Peter's pressed against the cement, Tony weighing down on him. His ears ring, but he quickly gets to his feet, unzipping his jumpsuit and grabbing the .9 mm from the waistband of his jeans.

The car is ablaze, crackle-popping and sizzling. Its just the cab thats on fire, but Tony knows its only a matter of seconds before the flames reach the engine and the fuel line.

Tony looks around him, trying to find the culprit -though he knows from experience that the man won't be here.

He grabs Peter by the armpits and pulls him to his feet. Blood smears against his forehead and jaw. His hands and arms are scraped up and Tony can tell his knees are busted too, but it doesn't look like anything damaging.

"We gotta go," Tony urges, already half dragging the younger back towards the building.

"You-you have a gun," Peter gapes, stumbling after Tony, arm in the older's hard grip. "Why do you have a gun?"

Tony reaches the door for the stairwell.

"I'm a hired gun," Tony said, glancing up, then down, gun following his eyeline before pushing Peter towards the stairs going up.

"I thought you were a janitor," Peter gasped, climbing the stairs and swaying. Tony places his free hand on Peter's lower back.

"Thats just a front," Tony confessed. "We got to get you out of here."

"Someone blew up my car," Peter said, panting as they continue up to the first floor. "Aunt May is gonna kill me."

"Not if Buck doesn't kill you first," Tony grunted, pulling Peter out of the stairwell and into the main lobby.

Tony's car is around the side of the building, but its open to attack. Tony can't keep Peter trapped inside the building though, so he risks it.

Their feet slap loudly on the asphalt as they run for the nondescript black SUV Tony had taken to driving.

He checks around the vehicle, under and inside before issuing Peter into the back seat.

Tires screech as Tony peels out of the parking lot.

"What- whats happening? Tony, what- why do-"

"Someones trying to kill you, Peter," Tony said, blowing past the guard tower at the exit of the parking lot.

"But why?" Peter asked dumbly, voice slurring slightly as more blood turns the side of his face crimson.

"I'll answer all your questions when we're safe," Tony promised, eyes frantically shifting from the area ahead of him to the rear view mirror.

Peter must really be feeling the effects of his head slamming into the concrete, because he doesn't protest.

"Lay down," Tony orders, merging into traffic and slowing down. "Lay low until I say."

Peter does -Tony thinks mostly because of his head injury. Tony relaxes a little, knowing the scientist won't be gunned down in the back seat.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Somewhere safe," Tony answered, keeping an eye behind him.

He doesn't see a tail, but he takes a round-about way to his safe house, just outside of Queens.

When they get to the small cabin, Tony checks the building before helping Peter inside.

"I think I have a concussion," Peter mumbles, swaying on his feet as Tony guides him to the kitchen chair.

"I don't doubt it," Tony agrees, setting his gun down on the table beside Peter's elbow before grabbing the first aid kit.

He pulls another chair over in front of the young scientist and opens the red box.

"Let me see your hands," Tony orders. Peter does, palms up. Tony begins to clean them and his arms.

"Tony," Peter says, breaking the silence. Tony doesn't say anything. He reaches up to clean the blood from the side of Peter's cheek.

"Is your name actually Tony?"

Tony makes eye contact before nodding.

"And you're a hired gun?" Peter asks, slightly breathless. "Like, like a hitman?"

"Yes," Tony answers, reaching the cut on Peter's hairline. Peter winces, but doesn't pull away.

"You kill people for a living?"

"Yes."

It takes Peter a couple seconds, but it seems to hit him. Hes bolting to his feet, the chair clattering behind him.

Tony leans back into the chair, watching as Peter begins to pace.

"What- Tony, you have to tell me whats going on," Peter demands, hand on his head. Tony knows from experience that pacing tends to help the scientist expell excess energy.

"I will," Tony nods. Peter continues his pacing. Back and forth beside the kitchen counter.

"Why- why are people trying to kill me?" He demanded. "Who blew up my car?"

Tony sets the paper towels down on the table, knowing Peter won't sit still for him to properly tend to him.

"The one who blew up your car is another hitman," Tony said. "Goes by the name Winter Soldier."

"You called him Buck," Peter said, pointing an accusatory finger at Tony, eyes narrowed.

"I did," Tony nodded. "Hitmen tend to run in the same circles, though we don't always like each other. Bucky was probably hired to finish the job."

"Finish the job," Peter repeated dumbly. "I'm the job?"

Tony nods, once more letting Peter process. He knew Peter would figure it out without Tony's help. He was smart.

"Finish the job means someone already tried to- to kill me," Peter said, panting as he continued to pace. The wound at his hairline is bleeding sluggishly, dripping down his temple and towards his jaw.

Peter wipes at it without thought, smearing blood against his cheek. He pauses to look down at his hand, fingers glistening in red.

He touches his forehead again, as if remembering he's still injured, then turns to Tony, accusation and fear in his Bambi brown eyes.

"You," he said softly, in disbelief. "You were hired to kill me, weren't you."

"I was," Tony nodded.

"But you haven't," Peter said. Tony can practically see the gears turning behind his eyes. "And, and now whoever hired you hired the Winter Soldier."

Tony only nods. Peter takes a shuddering inhale and has to grip the counter with a bloody hand to stabilize himself.

"I'm- I'm- who- who would want to-to kill me?!"

"The payment was anonymous," Tony said. "Thats how it works. But whoever it is is threatened by you."

Peter looks at Tony incredulously. "Me? Why me? I'm the least threatening person -like- ever!"

"You've cost Big Pharma millions with your insulin," Tony said. "You've patented it, so they can't take it and upcharge the way they've been doing. And if your treatment for cancer is a success, you'd be costing them even more."

Peter takes a moment to process that before he nods. "Right, yeah. I knew I was going to make a lot of people mad about that, but. But I never expected anyone to actually try to kill me."

"Money is a powerful motive," Tony said, a little too much experience leaking into his tone.

Peter hears it, because he stops his pacing, shoulders dropping. Exhaustion seems to pull him towards the floor like an anvil tied to his spine.

He sways a little, and Tony's about to offer him the chair again, but he moves to it willingly. When he sits, their knees are barely touching, and he blinks dazedly at his bloody hand.

Tony grabs a clean rag and leans forward to clean up the blood from Peter's head. The younger lets him, still processing and no doubt sluggish from the concussion.

"Why didn't you?" Peter asked after Tony had taped gauze to his hairline. It was patchy and poorly done, but it would help.

"Why didn't I what," Tony hummed, using an alcoholic wet wipe to clean the remaining blood from Peter's hands. The boy winces at the burn to his scraped palms.

"Kill me," he said, swallowing thickly. "You had plenty of opportunity."

Tony sighed, setting the wipes down before leaning forward and looking Peter in the eye.

"Because I believe in the work you're doing," he said honestly. "And I'm going to make sure you finish it."

Peter blinks once, twice, before breaking eye contact and sighing, body eating to melt into the chair as the air leaves his lungs.

"Come on," Tony said, standing up and slipping the gun into the waistband of his pants. Then offering his hand. "This place is safe. Theres a bed you can sleep in."

"I shouldn't sleep with a concussion," Peter said weakly, taking Tony's offered hand anyway.

"Its mild, I'm sure you'll be fine," Tony mused, heading deeper into the cabin to the bedroom.

The bedroom isn't anything special. A twin bed in the corner, a four drawer dresser and a blackout curtain.

Peter climbs onto the bed, not bothering with the covers or taking his shoes off. Tony thinks its best he sleep with them on anyway, in case Bucky finds them.

Tony moves to leave, grabbing the handle, and Peter bolts upright again, eyes wide.

"You're okay," Tony promises. "I'll be right outside."

Peter gives the barest shake of his head. "Stay here, please," he says softly.

Tony nods, shutting the door and turning off the light before making his way to the side of the bed. Theres an old step stool there, and he sits down at the head of the bed.

Peter lays back down, body too tense to ever fall asleep. Tony keeps his ears attuned to any noise that could alert him to Bucky, or anyone else, gun sitting perfectly stop on his knee, finger off the trigger, but ready at a moments notice.

"Tony?"

"Yes, Peter."

Peter shuffles around, and Tony turns his head just in time to feel pillow soft lips connect with the corner of his mouth.

He can't help but smirk as Peter settles back down. "Thanks for not killing me."

Tony chuckles at that, leaning his head against the wall. "I may be a hitman, but I've got morals," he says into the dark room. "Besides, nobody likes cancer."

Peter laughs tiredly at that before reaching his hand out and grabbing Tony's. Their fingers interlock, and Tony doesn't really know which one of them initiated it.

"You're going to be okay," Tony continued. "I wont let anyone hurt you. You're safe with me."

"I know."

[itsadamcole]

family gathering

fem!reader x kyle o’reilly

reader and Kyle tease at other and look at each other while at a family party for Christmas

word count: 2.1k+

warnings: teasing and touching, nsfw, eventually smut, fluff at the end :)

— day 14. let’s gooo —

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It was the outfit you picked that started the whole thing before you even left the house with your husband.

The party called for formal attire, which meant suits and ties for the men and full length gowns for the ladies. You chose a silver dress. It's mermaid style, which means the dress hugs your body until it gets down to your knees, where the skirt flares out. The dress is sparkly and has a plunging v-neck with an open back. The plunging v-neck reveals a decent amount of your chest. The dress has a slight train to it. You wear silver heels and jewelry to complete the look.

Kyle steals glances at you while at the party. You're talking to a few of your cousins while he talks to some of his friends that he invited. You drink champagne as you speak with your cousins.

You steal glances at Kyle occasionally. His butt looks good in the dress pants he wears with his suit. The suit is black and white but the tie is silver to match you. The pants are a little tight on him but it's okay. They hug all the right areas.

"Excuse me," you say to your eldest cousin. "I have to get a refill on my champagne. I'll be right back."

She nods and you walk off to the minibar, asking for some champagne.

As it's being poured, Kyle approaches you and stands beside you. You look over at your husband and he says, "I can see you looking at my ass, Y/N. Stop making it so painfully obvious that you're staring at my ass."

"Have you been doing extra squats and didn't tell me?" you ask.

Kyle laughs as you're both handed your filled glasses of champagne. "If we're gonna talk about whose ass looks better right now, you're gonna win," Kyle says. "You chose the right dress, my love. It's hard not to keep my eyes off of you."

You stand close to your husband and fix his crooked tie a bit as you say, "I knew I chose the right dress when I walked downstairs and your eyes almost bugged out of your head. Don't think I didn't see you staring at my boobs either, Mr. O'Reilly. I always know when you're staring at my boobs."

Your husband smirks a bit and traces the neck of your dress, his fingers touching the exposed part of your breasts. "The whole dress is a tease and I'm not sure if I love it or hate it," Kyle admits.

Smiling, you say, "You'll love it by the end of the night. Wanna know why? Because you and I both know you won't be able to control yourself anymore and we both know what will happen as soon as we get home." You pause, taking a sip of champagne. "Now, if you excuse me, my cousins are waiting for me."

You walk away, swaying your hips a bit as you walk. You're teasing Kyle to the max. It's the outfit. It started it all.

A few minutes pass as you continue your conversation with your cousins.

Kyle has to keep his distance from you before he decides to rip the dress of you where you stand. He does everything he can. He talks to your family and his friends. He does everything he can to stay away from you so he can keep his hands off of you.

It doesn't work, because you and Kyle find your way to each other as you speak to your aunt and uncle.

"How's married life?" your aunt asks. "Any talks of babies?"

Kyle smiles as you reply with, "We've talked about it. It's definitely on the table, but Kyle travels so much for work and we both want him to be here for the baby. There's time. I'm only 26."

You married Kyle when you were 24 and when he was 31. You married in February 2018. Valentine's Day two years ago. It was just as cliche as it gets.

Your uncle says, "Don't rush into it. Have kids when you're both ready."

"Exactly," your aunt says. "Don't be io upset if it doesn't happen right away either. Things like this may take time and happen unexpectedly."

You smile and nod to what your aunt and uncle say, but you know Kyle's eyes are on you the whole time.

A slow Christmas song comes on and you drag Kyle out to the dance floor for a dance. Other couples have made their way out.

Kyle holds you in his arms. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and his are wrapped around your waist. His hands rest on your lower back. They're dangerously close to your butt. You press your head against Kyle's chest. He's only six foot but he towers over your five foot four frame, and that's with two inch heels on.

"You know," you say, beginning an important conversation. "I've been thinking about us and having kids a lot recently."

Kyle looks down at you and says, "Oh? What about us and having kids?"

You look up, meeting Kyle's eyes. You say, "I've been wanting to start a family recently. I wouldn't mind if we tried to start having kids soon."

Your husband smiles and says, "It's your body, Y/N. I've been waiting for you to tell me when you wanted to start having kids."

Happy and overjoyed by how this conversation is going, you say, "Let's start a family, Kyle. All I've wanted is to start a family with you."

Kyle smiles and leans down, kissing you softly. You kiss him back, your eyes fluttering closed. Your hands slide to cup his face. That's when you feel Kyle's hands dip to your butt. You giggle against Kyle's lips, pulling back. "You just had to find a way to get your hands to my ass, didn't you?" you say, smiling.

"What can I say, Y/N?" Kyle says, smiling cutely at you. "It's my favorite part of you. Well, one of my favorite parts of you."

You laugh and say, "You're crazy, but I love you."

Your husband says, "I love you too, Y/N."

The two of you share another kiss. This one is more passionate than the last.

As you stand there and kiss your husband on the dance floor, you think about a family with him. Kids running around and laughing as you and Kyle chase them, having fun. Family movie nights when Kyle's home, cuddles with Kyle and your kids, family dinners, birthdays. Everything.

A smile forms on your lips and Kyle pulls back. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours that has you all smiley?" he asks.

"Just thinking," you say. "About what our family would look like."

Kyle smiles and asks, "You want to start trying tonight?"

You giggle, "I thought you'd never ask. Let's get out of here."

***

The two of you make it home in record time. As soon as the door shuts to your two floored house, your lips are on Kyle's. You smile against his lips as the kiss becomes more passionate almost immediately after your lips connect.

Kyle sheds his jacket and his shoes before he takes your hand, leading you upstairs. You kick off your heels, leaving then by the door as you follow your husband up the stairs.

As soon as you've crossed over the threshold of your shared bedroom, you bring your lips to Kyle's again. You quickly untie his silver tie, throwing it somewhere in the room. You untuck and unbutton Kyle's white button up shirt. His fingers are on the zipper of your dress, pulling it down.

The dress falls off your body, pooling at your feel. You pull off Kyle's button up as you step out of the dress, only in your panties at this point.

You pull off Kyle's tight dress pants as he pushes you gently down onto your back on the bed. Your legs hang off the end of the bed as Kyle leans down and leaves kisses trailing up your stomach and between your breasts. He continues to kiss up your chest and over your collarbone to your neck. You smile and run your fingers through Kyle's hair as he lays himself between your legs.

You leave kisses on Kyle's temple as he kisses up to your jawline.

Kyle's erect member is straining to get out of his boxers as he presses against your clothed core as his lips meet yours. You buck your hips up, grinding against Kyle a bit. A soft moan leaves both your lips as he begins to grind against you softly.

His lips leave yours after a second before attaching to your neck. You tilt your head to the side, giving him more access. You watch the snow fall outside for a second as you feel a wave of bliss come over you. You smile and close your eyes as Kyle rids you of your panties and himself of his boxers. You smile as you feel his tip run through your folds.

You didn't notice that you were wet for him. It's not surprising considering the words you've exchanged today and the thoughts you have been thinking today.

"Kyle," you sigh. "Please."

He looks down at you as he hovers above you. He says, "I need to know you're one hundred percent sure that you want to start having kids tonight."

You nod and say, "Let's start tonight, Kyle." A smile forms on his lips and yours as he leans down, kissing you softly as he positions himself at your entrance. You wait in anticipation.

Kyle slowly slides himself into you, his length filling you up. You sigh softly as he moves slowly. Your eyes flutter closed as he starts to thrust his hips after a moment.

His movements are slow, making sure that you're adjusted to him. Your nails dig into his sides a bit as he moves. Your soft sighs turn to moans as he speeds up.

"Oh, Kyle," you moan softly as he picks up speed. "Oh!"

Kyle smirks as his lips attach to your neck. You smile and his thrusts get faster and his member moves deeper into you. Your moans get louder.

He brings his lips back to yours and he kisses you hard. You wrap your legs around his waist and Kyle moves himself so he can move faster and rougher into you.

The tip of his length hits your g-spot and you cry out, "Kyle! Right there, oh my God."

He smirks and moves harder and harder into that spot. You're a moaning mess beneath Kyle as you moan a mixture of his name and a few different profanities.

Kyle begins to rub your very sensitive clit as he continues thrusting his hips.

"Kyle, baby," you sigh. "I'm about to come."

He says, "Me too. Come with me."

And you do. A few seconds later, you both release at the same time. You release around Kyle and he releases inside of you.

Gasping for breath, Kyle pulls out and rolls off of you. Both of you crawl under the covers and lay tied up with each other.

"How's your blood sugar level?" you ask. "Are you feeling okay?"

You wipe a few sweat droplets away from his forehead and he nods. "I feel great. Euphoric, even," he says.

A smile forms on your lips as you lay cuddles up to Kyle. Your legs are intertwined together and his arms are around your shoulders. Your arm is lazily thrown across his waist. Your chest is pressed against his side.

After a few moments of silence, Kyle says, "If we have a boy one day, I wanna name him after one of the Undisputed Era guys. They're like my brothers."

"Of course," you say. "I wouldn't have it any other way. If we a girl, I want her to have Marie as her middle name. It's my great-grandmother's middle name, my grandmother's middle name, my mom's middle name, and my middle name."

Kyle smiles and kisses your temple. "That's okay with me," Kyle says. "God, I can't wait to have a little one of us running around."

You smile and say, "We better get some sleep now because we won't be getting much after we have kids."

Your husband laughs and says, "I can agree to that. Goodnight, Y/N. I love you, and Merry Christmas."

"Goodnight, Kyle," you say, yawning. "I love you too, and Merry Christmas to you."

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That's so sweet. So here's a fluffy sibling meme for the Agrabah trio. 1) Biggest favor for the others, 2) Thing they won't let the other forget, 3) Dealing with a break up, 4) Favorite way to annoy the other, 5) Annoying habit the others hate, 6) Tickle fights, like it, or hate it? 7) Unsubtly hints for gifts, 8) How to get the other's child named after them, 9) Gives tmi about.. 10) How they defend the other.

1) Biggest Favour

Though Jordan consistently bails Aziz out of trouble when he gets into them, the absolute biggest favour that she’s ever done for him was help him cover up his first time drinking alcohol when he was 14. Agrabah is still very much a dry country, and the various alcohols and spirits were only for the benefit of foreign dignitaries, and Aziz, at that point, was very much expected to act ESPECIALLY prince like because it was one of those major, “everyone’s coming” events. He just hadn’t realized how much of a lightweight he was, how hard it is to hide alcohol on your breath, or just how much attention he would magically attract while he was pretty smashed.

On Aziz’ side, the biggest favour he’s ever done for Jordan was her “first secret party ever” where she snuck out long after curfew (not any sort of gendered curfew, mind you, just “parent’s curfew”). The palace is a VERY big place, and you can’t just “sneak out”--not without a master thief in training, at least.

2) Never Forget

For Aziz, he will never let Jordan forget her “first secret party ever” which was also the “worst party ever” because when you have Agrabahn teenagers, alcohol, and their first vices, ever, you have a lot of people overdoing everything, doing taboo things for the sake of them, and discovering that a lot of these things are not as good as the hype makes them out to be. She risked getting Grounded For The Next Decade (since she’s immortal, and you can’t ground her “for life”), pulled several major favours from Aziz, and ended up with several bad tastes in her mouth, many kisses and experiments she’d rather not ever do, and ruined one of her favourite pairs of harem pants, too.

It didn’t stop her from attending secret parties so much as she makes sure she’s on the planning committee, though.

For Jordan with Aziz, it’s a lot more dramatic: the first time he went off into the desert, alone, without telling anyone, getting trapped in a ravine, losing his camel, and being rescued only by the grace of helicopters, search crews, and Jordan’s “Aziz is in Trouble” sense. This is why she’s very protective of him: because of the trauma of him almost dying alone, in a foreign place, while she was mostly clueless is terrifying. On a more positive and humorous note, Jasmine is a great proponent of the “Not Your Fault, Still Your Responsibility” philosophy in that if one gets in trouble, the both of them do, to encourage cooperation and for them not to automatically wash their hands of their adoptive sibling’s well-being.

3) Dealing With A Breakup

Aziz magically produces tissues, chocolate, and a laptop with all their favourite shows and every season of Rune Rangers, ever, including Isle Warriors, because even if it was objectively the worst RR, it helps put “awful experiences” in perspective.

Jordan is there to hug him, pat on him on the back, and also remind him, gently and bluntly, that his ex is not the only person who will ever love him, nor do you need a partner to make your life complete, and that she’s here, for him, for everything he might need EXCEPT the intimate stuff, obviously.

4) Favourite Way To Annoy The Other

It’s a habit of Jordan to remind Aziz, in reverse order from most recent to oldest, of all the times his brilliant plans HADN’T panned out exactly the way he wanted them to.

Aziz is to remind Jordan of her early videos and her experiments in video recording, none of which you can find on YouTube anymore. If he REALLY wants to rile her up, just say “Marshmallow Dreams.” Word of warning, if you’re not Aziz, Jordan may actually kill you.

5) Annoying Habits The Others Hate

Aziz’ consistent sense of overconfidence. The man does not know fear or doubt, only plan B in case A fails, and when B fails, he’s always sure he can wing it, with or without Jordan. (Realistically, it’s only WITH Jordan.)

Jordan’s sass and sarcasm. Aziz understands it perfectly, why she does it, but he’d really rather that she just tell people she wants them out of her lamp outright, rather than constantly peppering it with numerous not so gentle suggestions before she bluntly states it. He sees it as wholly unnecessary from a practical point and also adding unneeded sting to her words.

6) Tickle Fights

Love it. Since Jasmine looks down highly upon black eyes, tickle fights are the way to go whenever they want to have the other physically submit to something. Theirs are plenty sneaky, predatory, and subtle, though, attacking when the other least suspects it because Aziz is the better tickler outright.

7) Unsubtly Hints for Gifts

Aziz tends to start to wink and talk a LOT about what he wants. Case in point, when he was younger, he really wanted the Topaz Ranger + Wings of Valour kid’s costume, and just would not stop talking about Rune Rangers: Lightning Legion, about how cool it would be to be able to fly, and all other personal aviation related things.

Jordan keeps a lot of brochures with encircled items, wish lists, and “casually” looks at the shop pages on her phone or leaves it on her computer.

8) Child Names

Depends on how the kids themselves act eventually. They will always have an official, original first name for their baby (bucking the trend with their own names), and middle names are reserved for esteemed ancestors and grandparents by suggestion of the royal court, but depending on how they grow up, they’ll probably nickname them with something derivative of their names or their habits.

“Jeanie” for a daughter named “Ghaliya,” for example.

9) Gives TMI About

While Aziz is prone to exaggerating just how daring and close his “escapes” were, he is ESPECIALLY bad when talking about girls he’s very much attracted to. Jordan knows he’s serious when one of these days he starts talking about a dream he had of them where the distinct absence of all the explicit parts just makes it even more obvious.

Aziz is what I’d call a gentleman horndog: respectful, polite, and courteous, but discretely wipes away his drool with a cloth that’s always on hand, fantasizes in private, and way too prone to incredibly unsubtle innuendo.

On the flip side, Jordan is VERY bad about complaining and giving Aziz the whole brunt of her horror stories with dating and parties, such as describing in minute detail the mess that ended up on her dress that absolutely ruined it. (”WHY ARE YOU EVEN TELLING ME THIS?!” “BECAUSE I WANT SOMEONE TO HAVE THIS MENTAL IMAGE BURNED IN THEIR MIND TOO, DAMN IT!”)

10) Defending The Other

Aziz is a fist fight sort of defender. Doesn’t matter what your gender is, he’s an equal opportunity pugilist--and to be fair, the girls he got into fights with were definitely the kind neither gender should fuck with if they wish to avoid imminent physical injury and a trip to the ER. To his credit, though, he usually tries peaceful defusal, and sneaky takedowns or humiliations to distract them first.

Jordan is unafraid to REALLY turn up the sarcasm and the bite, and whoever said “sticks and stone may break my bones but words will never hurt me” never heard words from Jordan.