#double the trouble fic

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stranger danger | buddy & monkey: double the trouble

summary: monkey unintentionally put's buddy's life in jeapordy when she asks a fan to hold her without any realisation of what she is doing wrong

word count: 7082 words

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“We’re here! We’re here!” You cheered from the comfort of your car seat as you arrived at the Emirates stadium ahead of the match today against Aston Villa which also means you’ll get to see Jordan.

“We are, bubba,” Leah replies, parking her car in the underground car park at the stadium away from all the loud fans that are cheering for both teams, “Are you excited?” She wonders.

“Uh huh! An I get to see Mama as well!” You exclaim, swinging your legs back and forth. 

You of course are very excited to be able to see her, although you don’t like it that she plays for a different team now so you’re unsure who to cheer for.

You don’t like being confused.

Leah turns around and nods in agreement with you, “That’s right, you do! I bet Mama will be so happy to see you!” She stated, unbuckling her seatbelt to get out of the car.

“Gets’ out, Mummy!” Your small voice demanded, wanting out of the restrictions of your car seat straps that you have been confined to for the entire car ride.

“Alright alright, little miss impatient,” Leah chuckled, opening the back door of her car and unstrapping you so you’re free to get out, “Big jump then bubba. Ready? 1… 2… 3!”

“Whoa!” You exclaimed with wide eyes as you made the jump out of it, “That was a big jump, Mummy!”

Leah smiled fondly as she took a gentle hold of your hand while you both made the walk over to the players entrance where you already saw fans queuing up and you smiled brightly and waved.

“Hi!” Your little voice chirped, waving your hand at them as Leah guided you inside, “Mummy the fans’ all waved back!” You told her, excitedly.

“I saw, bubba,” Leah smiled and knelt down as much as she could with her ouchie on her poorly knee to help you put your big red puffer jacket on to stop you getting cold when you’re outside, “Are you ready to cheer for the girls today?”

“Yeah!” You nod, you're vibrating with excitement and barely able to stand still to allow Leah to zip up your coat, “No coat, Mummy! Don’ wanna wear it! Don’ wan it!”

“No coat?” Leah arched her eyebrows, playfully as she successfully zipped it up,”You have to wear one bubba otherwise you’ll be cold out there, and we don’t want that, do we?” She questioned, in a gentle tone of voice.

“But I can’t see me top now! No Arsenal badge!” You looked down and pouted that you wouldn’t be able to show your own Arsenal top that you were wearing with Leah’s name and number on the back because you can’t see the crest, “Don’ wan it on!”

“It has to stay on, little miss,” Leah said in a gentle yet firm tone of voice as she fixed the small red beanie over your head, “You still have the crest on your coat, don’t you?” She motioned to the crest on the jacket.

“No’ the same,” You whined pitifully, begrudgingly taking hold of Leah’s hand as you walked through the stadium, “Where’ dey?”  You asked, confused as you couldn’t see any of the other girls around.

“They’ll be coming soon, bubba,” Leah promised you as you walked in the direction to walk out onto the pitch, “Everyones’ on the bus aren’t they? We came in the car, remember?” She reminded you, gently.

“Yeah, Monkey’ on bus!” The realisation hit you as your favourite person took a separate journey, able to play in the match this week since she wasn’t very well last week - she fell down on the pitch and that scared you a lot, “Roo be here soon?”

“I imagine you’ll be able to see her in no time when she arrives with auntie Vivi,” Leah reassured you with a fond smile, happy that you’ve made a new friend.

“Me and Roo are besties, Mummy!” You declared, promptly.

“You are? Well I’m glad to hear that, just like me and auntie Beth are,” Leah smiled at your words as she looked over to the other side of the pitch and gasped, “Oh look who I can see over there, bubba.”

You follow her pointed finger in the direction to where you can see Jordan and your eyes lit up in excitement, “Mama!”

You don’t waste time to pull your hand out of Leahs’ grasp and run for Jordan, which took her completely off guard, “What the– Hey, kiddo!”

“Why ou’ look sad, Mama?” You tilted your head to look at her in confusion, “Don’ be sad. I’m ‘ere now!”

“I’m not sad now that you’re here, kiddo,” Jordan scooped you up into her arms and squeezed you gently, “I’m happy to see you!”

“Missed ou’, Mama!” You clung tightly to her and rested your head against her chest, “Monkey no ‘ere yet. Me an Mummy came in the car!”

“Did you? Wow!” Jordan questioned in response as she listened to you animatedly chat away to her, “Is little one feeling better now?” She turned to ask Leah, aware of Monkey having the flu last week despite your big sisters’ reluctant feelings towards Jordan right now.

Monkey’s upset with Jordan but you’re not too sure why though.

“I mean she seems to be her usual menace of herself again so I’m convinced she’s fine now,” Leah chuckled, shaking her head slightly, “Isn’t that right, bubba?”

“Uh huh!” You giggled faintly in agreement, “Mama, we listen’d to North London Forever! Mummy play’ it over an over in da car!

Jordan gasped playfully and brushed a fly away hair out of your face, “That’s your favourite song isn’t it?”

“And Mummy’s too! Cos’ were Gooners!” You insisted, reciting Leah’s words you’ve heard many times.

“Does that mean you’re not cheering for Mama today then?” Jordan questioned, curiously.

Firmly shaking your head in disagreement, “No, I ‘ove ‘ou Mama but I cheer for Arsenal! I Gooner!” You declared.

Leah grinned proudly, “That’s right bubba. Say it loud, say it proud.”

“Well who am I to argue with my little Gooner?” Jordan joked, readjusting you on her hip as she tickled you.

“Arsenal, Mama. Arsenal!” You cheered aloud.

“I think the bus will be arriving soon, so I’m gonna go and catch up with our menace to make sure she’s not up to no good,” Leah spoke up, observant to understand it must be difficult for Jordan today so it would be good for the two of you to have some time alone, “You’ll be alright with her? I’ll come back in a bit.”

“I’ve got her for now,” Jordan nodded in agreement, “Thank you.” She mouthed to Leah, relieved to be able to spend some one on one time with you before the match.

“Ou’ and Monkey be playin’ against each other!” You stated, promptly as you held Jordan’s hand and walked around the large pitch before the fans all started to arrive.

Jordan peered down at you and, a smile brightening her face, “That’s right, Buddy. Are you going to cheer for Mama’s team?”

“M’ a gooner, Mama!” You insisted, puffing out your chest and declaring your love for Arsenal.

“What?” Jordan gasped in shock horror once again, her eyes wide, “You mean you’re not even gonna for Mama?”

You were stumped in thought, standing there looking deep in thought before you came to your decision, “Only ‘ou, Mama. I be Gooner still!”

“Well I suppose that counts for something if you’re cheering for me, huh?” Jordan chuckled, happy enough with that decision in itself.

“Whos’ this then I see? Hi Buddy!” One of Jordans’ teammates, Rachel cooed as approached, waving as you shyly tried to hide behind Jordan’s legs, “Oh you’re not shy. Since when are you shy?” She joked, trying to tickle you.

You were familiar with Rachel more than the rest of the Aston Villa team since she also played on the England team with both Leah and Jordan at different times but that doesn’t mean you’re still not completely shy around her.

“No, ‘top it!” You whined, glaring at her while trying to push her hand away, “Mama, up!” You demanded, not wanting to be on the ground any longer.

Jordan smiled and obliged to your request, hoisting you up onto her hip as you became shy and she wanted to make you feel safe and secure.

Rachel laughed in amusement and held her hands up in mock surrender, “Are you gonna cheer for us today if we win?”

“No! I Gooner!” You declared, nuzzling your head against Jordan’s shoulder, “Arsenal! Arsenal!”

“What? No way!” Rachel huffed, playfully as she crossed her arms in a dramatic fashion, “Why not be a Villain instead?”

You were firm in your decision as you shook your head, “NO!”

“I already tried that, kiddo isn’t budging on this,” Jordan chuckled, rubbing your back comfortingly.

“Arsenal win! Score goals!” You continued to chant from the safety of Jordan’s arms.

Rachel pretended to clutch her hand over her heart which made you giggle, “I feel hurt, deeply hurt. Where’s Monks?’” She questioned, trying to spot out your big sister.

“On da’ bus with ‘Ra,” You told her, lifting your head up from Jordan’s shoulder with newfound confidence talking to her, “Monkey and ‘Ra are best friends!”

Rachel nodded along in understanding although she didn’t really have any idea who ‘Ra’ was, “Causing trouble I bet?” She joked.

“Oh, I have no doubt about that,” Jordan replied in agreement, knowing exactly what Monkey tended to be like at times.

“Mummy gon’ to find her. I stay with Mama ‘stead!” You declared proudly.

Rachel hummed in agreement, “Ah, I see. I see.”

“Roo will be here soon!” You said in realisation, excitement bubbling over at the thought of seeing your new best friend.

“Roo– Oh right, Rory… Beth’s little ‘un that they adopted,” Rachel realised.

“Yeah, these two are already good friends from what I’ve heard,” Jordan added.

“We’ besties!” You giggled, repeating the words you’ve heard before.

“You are? Wow, that’s exciting!” Rachel exclaimed, listening to you chat to her and being genuinely intrigued, “I bet the two of you get up to no good, huh?”

“Uh huh. Lots and lots!” You insisted, your eyes shining with mischief.

Rachel chuckled in amusement, “Oh I’m sure you both keep everyone on their toes then.”

“Buddy!” You heard your new best friend squeal loudly.

“Roo!” You shouted back, a bit more ecstatic to see her.

“Oh, you're not shy now, are you?” Rachel joked, leaning forward to ruffle your hair, “Would you look at that, little besties’ reunited!”

“Hiya, girls!” Beth joined her two England teammates while holding hands with Rory.

“Mama, ‘ook it’s Roo!” You perked up instantly seeing your new best friend walking on the pitch with Beth.

“Oh am I just forgotten about then huh little miss? I see how it is,” Beth joked with you, leaning forward to try and ruffle your hair which you skillfully dodged.

“Hi auntie Beff– Look, deres’ auntie Wally too!” You wiggled in Jordan’s arms as soon as you spotted another one of your favourite aunties chatting with Leah to break free to go and run in her direction, “Mama, down. Wan’ go see her!”

Jordan chuckled in amusement and placed you back down on the floor so you could be free to run to Lia, “Go and say hello then, kiddo.”

“I wanna come as well!” Rory shouted, eager to chase after you to go and say hello to the woman, “Wait for me!”

“Be careful, Buddy,” Jordan called after you wearily in case you were to trip up along the way before you made it to the safety of Leah and Lia.

“Don’ like this,” You pouted while sitting there with your arms crossed while sitting on Leah’s lap, “Why Arsenal no scoring? That’ no good!”

It only took 25 minutes before the first goal was scored, and it wasn’t Arsenal. You really didn’t like that one bit.

Leah chuckled amusedly, a gentle smile on her face despite the scoreline, “You’ll have to go and have a word with them, won’t you, bubba?” she teased, lightly.

“Shout at ‘dem to kick ball!” You declared with a firm gaze that looks pretty much identical to one that Leah had during certain matches, “Dey’ need Monkey on pitch. Monkey go score goals!” You shouted aloud, trying to get the attention of your favourite person who was sitting in front of you on the bench with Kyra.

“I’ll try my best,” Monkey retorted, flashing you a cheeky grin and giving you a thumbs up before she continued to chat away to the young Australian girl.

“See Mummy? Monkey’ can score de’ goals! She needs to go on!” You insisted, knowing that bringing Monkey onto the pitch would be helpful.

“Manager Buddy in the future,” Viv chipped in, overhearing the conversation as she was sat the other side of Laura with Rory on her lap who was animatedly watching the game.

“Bored, Mummy. Wan’ go and sit with Mama!” You whined and became fidgety, wanting to run over to the other bench and sit with Jordan.

“Bubba, sit still,” Leah murmured as she noted you starting to become restless, “I know you want to go and sit with Mama, but she’s going to be warming up soon and it’s not safe to run back and forth between the benches.” She explained.

“Wan’ sit with Mama though,” You pouted and didn’t like that answer at all, still trying to wriggle off Leah's lap as she tightened her grip around your waist, “Wan’ down, Mummy– Mama, I sit with ‘ou!” You shouted over to Jordan to get her attention as she is about to start warming up on the sidelines.

“You can’t kiddo, I’m about to go and warm up. You sit with Mummy for now and be good, okay?” Jordan explained gently before she started to run along the sidelines and warm up while the match played out.

“No, don’ like it! Don’ wanna sit with Mummy!” You whined in frustration, making another attempt to wiggle free and make a run in the direction of Jordan, “Wan’ go down!” You repeated.

“You can’t bubba,” Leah continued to keep a gentle hold of you on her lap as you still fought to escape, “I know you want to sit with Mama but right now it’s really not safe to run around everywhere like you want to do, okay? You’ve got to sit here with me, Auntie Vivi, Laura and Roo, please.”

“Nooo,” You weren’t having any of it and huffed, turning away with your arms crossed over your chest, “Don’ like ‘ou! Don’ wan’ stay here!”

“I know you do, bubba but you can’t,” Leah exhaled a sigh, clearly knowing that keeping you in one place would be a hard task at the minute.

Hearing the commotion, Monkey turned around and took note of your upset expression, unlike your usual cheeky smile, “Why the long face, Buddy?”

“Mummy bein’ mean an won’t let me sit with Mama!” You told her in a sulk.

“Well that’s not very nice is it,” Monkey retorted with a mock pout, “Why’re you bein’ so cruel, Le?” She joked with the blonde.

“Don’t you start Menace,” Leah gave your favourite person a certain look, “Go and start warming up,”

“Urgh, do I have to? I’d much rather sit here and bug you instead,” Monkey whined dramatically, stretching out in an exaggerated manner.

“Go now, menace,” Leah insisted, her patience thinning but still playful.

Monkey huffed, throwing her hands up in mock defeat, “Why are you always such a buzzkill sometimes?”

“Menace–”

“I’m goin’, I’m goin’, chill out,” Monkey grinned as she finally headed off, leaving you giggling despite your earlier frustration.

“Still no Arsenal goal,” You were in a sulk, sitting there frustrated at the lack of goals that were scored during the first half of the game – You could tell Arsenal had a lot of chances, but none of them went in.

They needed Monkey on the pitch, maybe you could speak to Jonas and he’d listen to you instead?

“There’s still plenty of time bubba,” Leah tried to reassure you, but even she felt a bit apprehensive about the way that the game seemed to be turning out so far.

“No, dey’ no good!” You murmured, crossing your arms and losing all your current faith in the team.

“They’re not scoring,” Rory’s little voice interjected, looking as deflated as you felt being sat bundled up on the bench and not being able to run free like you both very much wanted to do.

There was only a bit of extra time added on in the first half, but even that wasn’t enough to score.

“You’ve got to be patient, bubba,” Leah reminded you softly with an amused expression on her face.

“Don’ like it,” You grumbled unhappily and continued to sit there in a sulk, “Can I go an see Mama now?” You questioned, hoping that would lift your mood.

However, you're disappointed when Leah shook her head in disagreement, “Mama’s going onto the pitch to warm up,” She motioned over to the pitch where you could see Jordan alongside some of her own Aston Villa team mates, “And there’s Monkey as well, can you see her?”

You followed her pointed finger in the direction to see your favourite person jogging on the pitch beside Kyra, “Wan’ go join them.”

“You can’t do that because it’s not safe right now,” Leah reminded you, moving to lift you off her lap, “Right, can you be a good girl and sit here with Auntie Vivi and Roo? Mummy needs to go and do a quick interview with Auntie Al now,”

“Auntie Al?” You perked up at the mention of Leah’s best friend and your Auntie, Alex, who was making her way over with a microphone in her hand, and you didn’t hesitate to try and follow after Leah, “I come with ‘ou, Mummy! I wan’ say hi to Auntie Al!”

“Okay, you can come as long as you promise to not try and run onto the pitch,” Leah reluctantly agreed, hoisting you up onto her hip as she began to make her way over to her best friend, “Deal?”

“Ou’ got it dude,” You said confidently, sticking your thumb up in agreement.

Leah chuckled in amusement, “Good girl. Right, come on then.”

As soon as you spotted Alex, you couldn’t help but shout, “Auntie Al! Auntie Al!”

“Sh, bubba,” Leah hushed you gently, “Auntie Al’s just talking to the camera, see?” She said, pointing in the direction of the camera recording Alex.

“But I just wan’ say hi!” You insisted, tugging on Leah’s trousers impatiently.

Alex noticed you and smiled, making her way over to you both as she introduced Leah, “Because we are delighted– She can see me walking towards her right now, she’s giving me a big smile – to be joined by Arsenal and England captain, Leah Williamson!”

“Hello,” Leah greeted her best friend, wrapping her free arm around her in a warm hug as you clung onto her trouser leg.

Alex returned the hug with Leah, “Thank you for joining us on this one.”

“Hey, don’ forget ‘bout me, Auntie Al!” You tugged at Alex’s trouser leg, pouting when she was yet to acknowledge you yet.

“Oh, how could I forget about our special guest?” Alex smiled, her eyes twinkling in amusement as she knelt down to your height, “Hello, little miss. Are you joining us for the interview?”

“Ello! I be part of the interview as well!” You beamed proudly, nodding so hard that you almost lost your balance.

Alex chuckled, glancing up at Leah, “Oh, are you?”

“Yeah,” Leah responded with a faint smile, “Sorry, Al, but it was the only way to stop her from running onto the pitch right now to join them.”

“Ah, I see. Well that’s okay with me!” Alex winked, patting your head affectionately, “I’ll never complain about seeing my favourite little niece!”

“See, Mummy? Auntie Al’ don’t mind!” You turned to Leah triumphantly.

Leah chuckled in response, “I can see that bubba.”

It wasn’t anything but a professional interview like it should have been with you involved as you demanded to be up in Leah’s arms to have easier access to reach the microphone in her hands.

Leah and Alex were diving straight into what you considered boring grown-up talk, but you were more interested to tell Alex all about Monkey and how she was going to score.

Though, when Leah mentioned splitting her trousers during an important ceremony, you couldn’t help but giggle because you found it really funny.

You attempted to reach for the microphone in Leah’s hands, “Auntie Al, can I talk? I wan’ talk!”

“Sure, Buddy,” Alex agreed, holding her own microphone out for you to take, “What do you want to talk about?”

“Ou’ see my big sister Monkey over ‘dere?” You pointed dramatically to the pitch, where Monkey was warming up with the rest of the team, “She’s gon’ score!”

“Is that right, huh?” Alex asked, playing along.

“Uh huh! She told me she would! Monkey always scores!” You insisted, brimming with confidence.

Alex chuckled in agreement, “Well then it sounds like we’ve got a little football expert on our hands. I’ll be sure to watch her closely.”

“Monkey’s my big sister an my favourite person!” You added, proudly.

Alex smiled and ruffled your hair affectionately, “Well it certainly sounds like you have your hands full with them two!” She told Leah with a playful smirk.

They continued to talk about more grown-up things while you wriggled about in Leah’s arms.

“Need a big performance in this second half,” Alex stated.

“We do,” Leah replied in agreement.

“Monkey score!” You chipped in, determinedly.

Alex chuckled in amusement, “You heard it here from Buddy herself,” she joked, ruffling your hair, “Okay thank you both for joining me…” With that she continued to speak about the latest highlights of another game but you were more interested to try and wriggle into her arms and have a cuddle with her.

“Come here munchkin,” Alex didn’t hesitate to scoop you up into her arms as soon as the camera had stopped rolling but it wasn’t long before you had to go back and find your seat on the bench ahead of the second half of the match.

At least you had hope that Monkey would come onto the pitch.

You felt a surge of excitement when Monkey was subbed on during the 63rd minute of the game, your eyes lit up as your favourite person stepped back onto the pitch and you happily wiggled in your seat on Leah’s lap. 

You just knew she was going to score – It was only a matter of time before it happened!

“Look, Mummy! Look!” You squealed, excitedly as you pointed in the direction of the sidelines where Monkey was standing waiting to be subbed on, “Monkey’s goin’ on!”

“I see that bubba,” Leah smiled, joining in the cheers in encouragement for her as she stepped onto the pitch when it was announced, “Go on, Menace!” She shouted.

“Go Monkey! Go Monkey!” You were vibrating with excitement, wiggling on Leah’s lap and cheering for your favourite person and big sister, “Go! Go!”

“Go Monkey!” Rory joined in on the cheering from where she sat perched on Viv’s lap still, still waiting in anticipation for Beth to make her return to the pitch in this game.

“Monkey’s gonna score!” You insisted, nodding her head as you watched her run about and get the ball under her control, “Go, Monkey. Go!”

Nine minutes later, your excitement doubled when you saw Jordan getting ready to come on. Even if she played for the other team, you couldn’t help but love watching her in action.

“Go, Mama!” You cheered loudly, trying to stand up on Leah’s lap and clap in excitement as Jordan turned round and winked at you before she raced into the pitch, “Yeah, Mama!”

“Someones’ getting into watching the match finally,” Laura joked, watching your mood perk up as you were now excited and bouncing about like usual.

“Kick ball, Monkey! Good job, Monkey!” You shouted loudly in the direction of your favourite person as you turned your attention to Leah, “See, Mummy? Monkey’s doin’ a good job!”

Leah chuckled and wrapped her arms around your legs so you didn’t slip and hurt yourself, “She is doing, isn’t she?” She retorted.

Then, in the 87th minute, the moment everyone had been waiting for: Beth made her long-awaited comeback, subbing in for Noelle. The whole stadium’s energy was electric and every single one of the fans were up on their feet, cheering and celebrating for the moment.

“Go, Mummy!” Rory screamed, pure joy plastered all over her face as she watched Beth run onto the pitch and start to make an instant impact in the game.

“Go, Auntie Beff!” You joined in cheering for the blonde.

And then, just like that, in the 89th minute, Monkey made her mark. Charging down the field, she smashed the ball into the back of the net.

“Fuckin’ let’s go, come on!” You heard Monkey shout loud from the other side of the pitch.

You gasped dramatically, “Mummy, Monkey said bad word!” Although you didn’t care too much when she’d just scored a goal to equalise the score and Monkey was running around the pitch, acting completely crazy and out of control and being her usual menace self.

The action didn’t stop there, there was twelve minutes extra time added time and in the second minute, Katie scored a goal and then another 2 minutes later, Alessia sealed the deal with another goal, assisted by Beth.

It was an incredible end to the match, one that had you and the entire stadium buzzing.

After the match, while the team gathered for the post-match huddle, you were far more interested in running around with Rory than listening in on the boring grown-up talk.

“Kick ball, Roo!” You encouraged, pointing in the direction of the goal net, “Kick it!”

“Yeah!” Rory cheered as the two of you played, laughing and kicking the ball in the back of the net.

“Goal!” You squealed, running around, laughing and having a great time while the grown-ups talked about stuff you thought wasn’t worth listening to.

The fans all stuck around the stadium, waiting for the girls to all do their lap to thank the fans. As the girls all broke out of the huddle, Monkey snuck up behind you and lifted you into the air with a mischievous grin.

“Got ya!” The older girl said in a playful tone of voice.

“Ah– Monkey, put me down! Down!” You squirmed in her arms, giggling.

Your favourite person continued to grin amusingly, “What if I just…” She paused, tossing you over her shoulder, making you dangle upside down, “Dangle you like this?”

“Noooo!” You shrieked in mock terror, thrashing and playfully slapping at her back,  “Mummy, ‘elp me!” You called out, still laughing but hoping Leah would rescue you.

“Monkey, be careful with her,” Leah warned from a distance, her voice firm but calm as she chatted with Beth.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry. She’s absolutely fine! See?” Monkey grumbled playfully, adjusting you quickly to spare herself another lecture, “Tattletale.”

“I’m serious, Menace!” Leah shot back, keeping a close eye on you.

“I know,” Monkey huffed and rolled her eyes in response, although her attention shifted as one fan called her out by her proper name, which she clearly didn’t like and her face scrunched up in annoyance, “Urgh, I really hate that name,” She grumbled under her breath, shaking her head as you continued to giggle in her arms.

“They're shouting ‘ou!” You pointed in the direction of another fan trying to get her attention.

“So they are,” Monkey hummed in agreement and followed your gaze, “Wanna come and say hello with me?”

“Uh huh,” You replied in agreement, burying her head in the comfort of your favourite person’s shoulder as she walked over to them with you still perched on her hip.

“Hi!” Monkey greeted them casually.

“Wow, I didn’t think you’d actually come over,” The fan gushed in excitement, “Uh, wow. You’re awesome! You saved the game today!”

“Ha, thanks,” Monkey awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck with her free hand, not liking the direct attention on her, “It wasn't just all me though, it was a team effort, you know?”

“Monkey kicked the ball!” You chipped in proudly, feeling safe in her arms, “Goal scored!”

Your favourite person chuckled and shook her head, “I just do what I love – kick a ball, score a few goals,” She said, humbly.

The fans all stared at her in amazement, “You’re so cool,” One of them spoke aloud, “Would you mind taking a selfie?”

“Sure,” Monkey shrugged her shoulders, though she hesitated when asked to hold the phone and she realised she would need both of her hands free, “Uh, would someone mind holding Buddy for a second?”

“I’ll do it!” An eager fan at the front piped up, and without a second thought, Monkey passed you over to a stranger.

Of course you giggled at first, none the wiser, until you realised you were in unfamiliar arms and your mood shifted.

“Ello’,” You mumbled shyly, then your eyes widened in panic and fear, “Mummy! Mummy!” You called, scanning the crowd for Leah, your voice growing anxious.

The minute that Leah heard you shout for her, the blood ran cold as she saw you being held by a stranger and ignoring the pain in bad knee, “Buddy!” Her voice was sharp with worry as she sprinted towards you.

“Le, wait, your knee–” Beth called out in concern before spotting Jordan, “Jord! Over there!”

Leah reached you in record time, snatching you back into her arms with no hesitation, not even acknowledging the fan who had held you.

“Mummy,” You mumbled, nuzzling yourself closer to her as you were relieved to be in her arms again.

“You’re okay, you’re okay, “ Leah murmured, the evident relief in her arms as she held you close to her, although it didn’t last long before her face was tight with anger as she grabbed Monkey by her bicep, pulling her away from the fans, “With me, now!” She demanded, her voice low and furious, “What the… What the hell were you thinking?”

“What’s wrong?” Monkey asked, genuinely confused.

“What’s wrong? Are you joking?” Leah’s voice rose in disbelief, “You cannot be serious right now, Monkey!”

“Uhm, look, I know it looks bad, but I was there,” Monkey protested, her tone defensive but uncertain, “I was there the whole time, and they just wanted a selfie. I couldn’t hold Buddy as well, and they seemed kind enough to help.”

“No! No, you do not under any circumstances hand Buddy to someone that you don’t know!” Leah snapped, clutching you tightly.

“But I was there–”

“That doesn’t matter!” Leah interrupted, “You can’t just pass her off like that!”

At that moment, Jordan arrived, having been alerted by Beth, “Hey, kiddo– Le, what’s going on? You look ready to explode.”

Leah held you close, her grip tight as if afraid to let go, “Monkey gave Buddy to a fan. A complete stranger at that!”

Jordan’s face fell in shock, “What? Monkey, why would you do that?”

“I didn’t think about it,” Monkey insisted, her shoulders slumping as she realised her mistake she had made, “It’s not… It’s not a big deal though, I was there.”

“It is a big deal,” Jordan said firmly, her expression serious, “You have to be more careful.”

Leah continued to hold you tightly, her heart still racing from the shock as she could feel your little body pressed against hers, nuzzling your head into her neck.

“I’ve got you, bubba. You’re okay now,” Leah whispered softly, kissing the top of your head, though the tension in her body refused to ease and she wasn’t ready to let go of you just yet with the thought of someone else holding you still so fresh in her mind.

Monkey huffed, frustration mixed with guilt, as Leah continued to hold you, unwilling to let you out of her sight, “I… I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean too– I’m sorry,” Her eyes narrowed as her irritation crept in, “Why is she even here?” She muttered, looking in the direction of Jordan as she felt the clear resentment for her still.

Leah’s temper flared hearing Monkey’s muttering and her eyes’ flashed with anger, “I don’t care how you feel about Jordan, this isn’t up for debate and you need to listen when it comes to Buddy’s safety.”

“Leah, it’s fine. We’ve got different things to worry about right now,” Jordan chimed in, understanding that Monkey was reluctant to be around her considering everything but that wasn’t the main priority right now, “Let me take Buddy so you can talk to Monkey? I won’t let her out of my arms– Our girls are what’s more important than Monkey’s reaction towards me.”

Monkey stood nearby, shifting uncomfortably as Leah’s fury simmered, but she remained silent for now, knowing she was in trouble.

Jordan approached slowly, taking in Leah’s rigid posture and the way her arms tightened protectively around you, “Le, it’s okay. She’s safe now,” She told her gently, reaching out and brushing her hand along your back before looking back at Leah, “Let me take her, okay? You need to talk to Monkey.” She repeated.

Leah’s jaw clenched at the thought of you letting go again so soon felt unbearable, but she knew that Jordan was right, “I just… I don’t want to let her out of my sight right now,” She admitted, her voice shaking with emotion.

“I know,” Jordan softened her tone, reassuring her with a calm confidence, “I’m not going to let her out of my sight, Le. I promise. You know she’s safe with me.”

Leah hesitated, her arms still wrapped around you while her protective instincts still screamed for her to hold you, but she also knew that Monkey needed to understand what she had done wrong and that meant having a serious talk with her.

“Okay,” Leah murmured, exhaling a deep breath and nodding as she gently handed you over to Jordan, though it took every ounce of willpower to do so.

Immediately, you nestled into Jordan’s arms and felt safe again, while Leah watched the two of you with cautious eyes.

“I’ve got her,” Jordan repeated, reassuring her again while holding you securely in her arms, “Go talk to Monkey. I won’t let her out of my sight.”

Leah gave a final nod before turning to Monkey, her expression hardening once more, “You and I need to talk. Now.”

“Fine,” Monkey crossed her arms, still looking annoyed but knowing she had no choice.

“Where’s Mummy an Monkey goin’?” You asked, confused.

“They're just going to have a little chat, kiddo,” Jordan explained, keeping a gentle hold of you in her arms as she walked in the opposite direction.

Leah’s voice was low but firm as she led your favourite person away from the others, the privacy away from the fans who still loitered in the stadium as her eyes glanced back one last time to make sure Jordan was still holding you.

Pacing in front of Monkey, Leah’s emotions were still raw from what had happened as she forced herself to take a deep breath, knowing that this was a critical moment and she wanted–  needed Monkey to understand.

“Monkey, listen to me,” Leah began, trying to keep her temper in check but she failed to hide her underlying anger, “What you did back there – It wasn’t just careless, it was dangerous.”

Monkey shuffled her feet awkwardly, still not fully meeting Leah’s gaze, “I didn’t… I just thought about taking the photo– I was there the whole time!”

“No, I don’t care if you were there the whole time,” Leah was quick to fire back, keeping a firm tone of voice, “You do not hand Buddy over to someone that you don’t know!”

“I didn’t mean it, Le–” Monkey mumbled, still not quite understanding the seriousness of the situation.

“I know you didn’t mean it,” Leah cut in, trying to control her frustration, “But that’s the point I’m trying to make here, you didn’t think and when it comes to Buddy, you have to think. Always.”

Monkey folded her arms defensively, her jaw clenched, “It was just for a second. I was right there.”

Leah sighed, realising she needed to break it down in a way that Monkey would really grasp, “I don’t care if it was just for a second. You cannot hand her over to someone you don’t know, even for a moment,” She paused to take a breath, “You have no idea who that person is, what their intentions are. They could walk off with her, and by the time you have realised, she’s gone. Do you get that?”

Monkey huffed, the weight of Leah’s words starting to hit her, but she still looked frustrated, “I get it, but I don’t see why it’s such a big deal. I was right there, Le!”

Leah stopped pacing and turned fully towards her, “It’s a big deal because you don’t seem to understand how fast things can go wrong,” Her gone grew sharper, “You’re not just handing her to a stranger – You’re risking her safety. What if they took her? What if something worse happened?”

The seriousness in Leah’s voice made Monkey glance up, her brows knitting in frustration, but also in realisation, “I didn’t… I didn’t think of that.”

“I know,” Leah said more gently now, seeing that Monkey was starting to understand, “But you have to think, every time. Buddy’s a toddler, she’s my little girl and your little sister – It’s our job to protect her, and that means being cautious, especially in this job with strangers around us.”

“I get it now,” Monkey exhaled slowly, her arms dropping to the side, “I get that I messed up. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

“I need you to remember this going forward,” Leah told her, softening her voice but still remaining firm, “No more passing her to strangers, no matter how nice they might seem. If you can’t hold her, you wait until I can, or Jordan, or someone that I can trust. That’s it. No exceptions.”

Monkey finally met Leah’s gaze, her frustration melting into a more serious expression, “Okay. I am sorry, Le. I really didn’t mean to mess up.”

Leah placed a hand on Monkey’s shoulder, squeezing it gently, “I know you didn’t, but you need to take this seriously that Buddy’s safety comes first, always,” She paused to take a breath, watching Monkey process her words but there was still something that she needed to address, and she knew it wouldn’t be easy for Monkey to hear, “For now, until we can be sure nothing like this happens again, you’re not allowed to be left alone with Buddy in public situations like match days.”

Monkey’s face fell, “Wait, so now you don’t trust me at all?”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, Monkey,” Leah sighed softly, keeping her voice calm, “It’s just that right now, we need to be extra cautious. You’ll get that trust back, but it’s going to take time, okay?”

Monkey swallowed hard, clearly disappointed but trying to accept it, “Okay. I get it.”

“We’ll work on it,” Leah reassured her, giving her another squeeze, “This won’t be forever, it’s just until we know you really understand how important this is.”

Monkey nodded slowly, still feeling the weight of the consequences but knowing Leah was right, “Yeah, I’ll… I’ll do better.” she murmured, apologetically.

“Good,” Leah nodded, sensing Monkey’s sincerity, though the seriousness of the situation remained, “That’s all I need – For you to understand and to be careful from now on.”

Monkey sighed deeply, her frustration giving way to acceptance, “I will, I promise. I’ll be more careful from now on.”

“Come on,” Leah draped an arm over Monkey’s shoulder, gently guiding her back towards where you and Jordan stood, chatting with Katie and Caitlin. As promised, Jordan was still holding you, though you were beginning to grow sleepy from the long day.

The moment you spotted Leah, your arms shot out eagerly, “Mummy!”

Jordan smiled softly, sensing your desire to be with Leah, “She missed you.” She said gently, handing you over to her.

Leah wasted no time, taking you into her arms with a sense of relief that melted the tightness in her chest. You immediately nuzzled into her neck, clutching her coat tightly, “Mummy’s got you, bubba,” she murmured softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Monkey stood a few steps back, her arms crossed as she watched the tender moment between you and Leah, while she avoided looking directly at Jordan.

Jordan noticed Monkey’s distance but chose to leave it for now,, she knew it wasn’t the right time to address the issue, not after everything that had happened. Casting a quick glance at Leah, her expression softening as she returned her attention to you.

“Are you alright, bubba?” Leah questioned you softly, running a hand over your hair.

You nodded sleepily, still nestled close, your little hands gripping Leah as if you never wanted to let go, “Better now.” You whispered.

“Good,” Leah murmured, holding you tightly as if grounding herself in your presence as her eyes flickered to Monkey, who stood a little apart from the group, “Right, I think it’s time to get you two back home after today’s events, yeah?”

Monkey hesitated before speaking up softly, “Can I come with you in the car instead of the bus?”

Leah met her gaze and gave her a reassuring nod, “Of course you can.”

The walk to the car was quiet, each of you lost in your own thoughts. Leah kept her focus on you, keeping you safe and close, while Monkey trailed behind, still processing the day’s events, knowing that she needed to work on earning back Leah’s trust after what happened today.

For now, though, Leah had you back in her arms, and that was all that mattered.

© scribblesofagoonerr

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Double Trouble (Aaron Pierre x Black Reader x MBJ)

Warnings! NSFW, HEAVY BDSM, HEAVY Daddy kink, threesome (MFM), Everything is consensual! Degredation kink, Praise kink, Bratty reader, Dom! Aaron, Dom!MBJ

A/N: went hella overboard with this one! The plot is pure filth.

***

“Baby?” 

Your soft calls were barely loud enough to be heard over your boyfriend’s latest afrobeats obsession, which blasted through your shared home’s sound system. You lazily kicked off your red bottoms, a guttural sigh of relief escaping you as your exhausted feet relaxed out of the painful position it required to sport such beautiful but impractical shoes all day.

On your way to hunt down the love of your life, you stopped by your study, not even bothering to turn on the light as you discarded your Chloe work tote in your chair and closed the door behind you. 

After closing the biggest case of your career, you would not need to see the interior of either of your offices for a week and that almost brought tears of joy to your eyes. You and Aaron did not even have the energy to plan a trip. Having just wrapped a project two weeks prior, you both were overjoyed to spend a week at home wrapped up in each other.

You rolled your shoulders. Prayerfully, your boyfriend would take pity on you and give you a massage to ease the knots that took up residence in your back. You lazily made your way to the kitchen, knowing where you’d find the man you loved - but currently did not like. 

His back was to the arched entryway as you snuck in behind him, stealing a grape from his masterful charcuterie board that sat nearby. 

Despite your righteous annoyance at him, you never missed an opportunity to simply admire Aaron in his element. Like most actors, he suffered from the curse of always having to be “on.” But in the sanctuary of your home, he could just be Aaron, your gentle, loving, goofy, carefree boyfriend. 

And it certainly helped that he looked positively delicious today, setting a stupid table for a stupid dinner you didn’t want to host. He did every day but something was about him today in particular just made you want to sink to your knees and worship him with your tongue. But you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction today. You were pissed off. 

And that lust simply soured into red hot annoyance at the surprise guest your too-kind boyfriend invited to dinner. And while you never usually complained about company,  after months of endless days and sleepless and sexless nights, your vision of a relaxing evening was not entertaining a third wheel. 

It was a tall glass of wine, an amazing meal. And… then having your daddy twist you into a literal human pretzel and fuck the stress out of your body. 

But he hated you, clearly.

A sentiment you articulated (along with others) in a snarky text hours earlier. But Aaron, forever unbothered by your theatrics, merely responded that you should trust your daddy because… 

Daddy knows best. 

And despite the strong independent lawyer inside you who demanded control and to be right (and she usually was), you knew he was right about this one thing. Aaron could always see exactly what you needed. 

And despite your attitude earlier, you still spied his traditional gift for you after winning a big case neatly displayed on the white marble counter: your favorite cake from a bakery nearby and a bouquet of tulips. The varying vibrant shades of pink made something in your soul smile. He knew you too well.

Your silent studying did not go unnoticed for long, Aaron turning around not even startled to find you there. His expressive eyes lit up at the sight of your half grin, which you tried to suppress because you were supposed to be angry at him, and the hand on your hip as you leaned into the counter. 

He was in front of you before you could blink, his strong arm wrapping around your waist to pull you into his embrace. His muscles were threatening to destroy the fabric of his crisp button down, many of his clothes ill equipped to handle the additional muscles he gained for his latest project. 

“Hey princess.” 

Forever a brat and annoyed at the implosion of your plans for the night, you jerked your head to the side as he kissed you, forcing his lips to catch your cheek instead. 

Aaron merely let out a low chuckle, knowing that your bark was far worse than your bite. 

When it came to Aaron, you were about as strong as a lawn chair. You’d fold without resistance. Every. Single. Time. You always thought you were God’s strongest soldier… until you met Aaron. Kryptonite indeed. 

“Still mad at me?” 

“Yes,” you folded your arms as best you could against your chest, scoffing. “Between you playin’ the british assassin all around LA and me trying to negotiate with that asshole partner, we’ve had zero time together and no time to relax. And our first real free night in months without briefs and lines to run, you wanna play captain save a nigga with your friend? And then you spring it on me on some last minute shit. Those lips aren’t gonna get you outta this one, A.” 

“I know, I know, Y/N. And I’m sorry for messing up your plans for the night. I know how excited you are to finally have a break. But I’m trying to surprise you so please just trust me. If I know you like I think I do, you’re gonna like it.” 

“Well I think we’re about to make history then.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“The first time you get a surprise wrong. Honestly it’s probably a good thing? You’ve always been a bit too perfect to be real,” you added, causing him to grin. “But the only thing I would like right now is for you to fuck me into oblivion. So unless this dinner guest can help with that, I doubt I’ll like it. But what’s done is done. Now let me go so I can get ready.” 

A stare down. Another moment where you’d inevitably crumbled. Because only Jesus himself was strong enough to stare in those eyes and not give this man everything you had. 

However, to your surprise, he looked away from you first, nodding and letting his arm fall so you could head upstairs. 

You started to walk out of the kitchen, prepared to sulk the last of your frustrations away before putting on the smile of a gracious host when you heard him call after you. 

“What if they can?”

“What if they can what?” you glanced behind you. 

“Help me fuck you into oblivion.” 

You lurched forward, his words stopping you dead in your tracks. 

No… he couldn’t mean… The tiniest thrill of excitement jolted across your brain like a shooting star. But you steadied yourself. He couldn’t possibly mean what you were thinking. So you played it off. 

“Ha. ha. Ha. Very funny, A.” 

“You hear me laughin’?” 

You slowly turned around to find him behind you, his eyes brimmed with pure lust. But nothing in his face signaled he was joking about a single thing. 

“Remember all those fantasies you told me about, princess?” 

It would take lifetimes for you to forget. You had the most Earth-shattering orgasm of your life telling Aaron every filthy fantasy you had while he fucked you on your apartment balcony. You prayed they were long forgotten by breakfast the next morning, but he remembered every single one. And ever since, he made it his mission to help you fulfill them. 

“Wait… you’re ser- you’re serious? You want to-” 

It was most certainly a fantasy but the practicalities of it seemed unrealistic. You never seriously considered that Aaron would ever try to arrange it.

He merely smirked and pressed his lips to the top of your nose. His voice was low, hypnotic and mesmerizing. 

“Got a few treats upstairs for you. Go get ready.” 

“Wait… we aren’t gonna talk about this?? You aren't gonna give me details?” 

“Nah. You’re gonna be a good girl for me tonight right, baby? I’d hate to punish you in front of company, princess.” 

But EYE wouldn't hate that. A voice echoed in your brain, the thought of a spanking making you want to disobey just for the hell of it.

“Of course you’d like the sound of that,” he teased you before his eyes softened a bit. You could tell he saw it. That kernel of hesitation at the whole affair, that side of you that had to be in the driver’s seat wanting to talk and litigate every risk before you leaned into the pleasure of it.

“Hey, Y/N… baby. This is just going to be a fun night. And the moment it’s no longer fun for you, we stop. Just like that. Just say the word. If you aren’t feelin' it and him, we end it and it's still just a fun night with a friend. Understand?” 

You nodded before correcting yourself so he didn’t have to. “Yes, I understand. Your surprise might’ve won out again… maybe you really are perfect.”

He shrugged. “That’s what I’ve been tryin' to tell you. Just gotta trust me. Now go get ready. Only wear what I laid out for you.” 

Every step to your master suite pumped up your adrenaline. And made you fall deeper in love with your boyfriend. And his ability to fulfill your needs and desires and center your pleasure. He knew your limits, your boundaries, your needs and never wavered. 

A black cocktail dress waited for you with strappy gold heels. Along with your gold choker, with “good girl” engraved on its gold charm and your gold bullet.

Your skin felt electrified, a buzz radiating from every cell as you readied yourself. You weren’t surprised at the slick already pooling at the crest of your thick thighs when you slid your thong to the side and eased the bullet into you. You hissed at the cool silicone against your heat but you persisted. It was uncomfortable for a moment but as you continued dressing, you long forgot its presence. You knew its companion, a small gold remote, was with your master. Exactly where it should be.

You examined yourself in the mirror, hands running over your soft curves as you studied yourself. You had to admit that Aaron picked well. The dress accentuated his favorite parts of your body, hugging your hourglass shape so your ass and thighs were on display. The cutouts and mirroring each side of your ribs and plunging neckline would give him easy access to your boobs, which were begging to be freed from the confines of the tight bodice. 

“You look fuckin’ gorgeous baby.” 

“Thank you. You picked well.” 

“Final touch?” he picked up your choker, which waited for him on the bed. He always had the privilege of putting it on you. Because it signified the official start of your game. When the choker was on, your pleasure, your body was his to command, his to give and his to take away. Sweet surrender of control to the person you trusted most in this world. 

He towered over you as he stood behind you and placed the piece on your neck.  

“We’re gonna have dinner, dessert and then if you’re comfortable with continuing the night, just ask him to stay for a drink. Otherwise, the night will end. Understand?” 

“Yes sir.” 

“Good girl.” His hands traced the hourglass shape of your curves, his hands stilling only once along the near-indistinguishable lines of your thong. However, as he opened his mouth to speak, the shrill chime of their doorbell interrupted him. He sighed, turning you around in his arms. “Later. Ready to have some fun?” 

“Yes daddy.” 

Even in heels you had to stretch yourself to reach his lips. He took your hand, leading you down the stairs, some of your nerves being replaced by sudden intrigue. 

“You really aren’t gonna tell me who it is??” 

“What would be the fun in that?” With a wink back at her, he jogged the remaining steps and crossed the foyer with the quickness of an athlete and swung their door open. 

“Hey man! Thanks for coming by. Glad we could do this.” 

“Definitely, definitely. Thanks for the invite, man.” 

And that was the second time today you found yourself stopped dead in your tracks. The Michael B. Jordan stepped into your foyer, his charisma and star-powered charm oozing out of his pores as if he naturally produced it. 

Fuck me. He invited your celebrity crush, the main character of far more wet dreams than you’d ever admit out loud. And while Aaron was it for you, if you could ever take advantage of the “celebrity hall pass” concept, Michael Bae Jordan would be at the top of your list.

Well, that’s what he’s here to do. Daddy does indeed know best. 

At first, you had a feeling you’d be taking Aaron’s out. But now? Hell would have to freeze over before you gave up the opportunity of your dreams. Part of you cursed yourself for not guessing it was him to begin with. Aaron had been in a total bromance with the man since they wrapped filming. But now you had more questions. How did this even come up? How do you organize a threesome? Is this just a normal thing to talk about?

Who the fuck cares? You’re about to have the night of your life. 

You pushed them to the back of your mind, filing them away for tomorrow.

“And I don’t think you met my girl yet officially, but this is Y/N." The introduction forced your legs to start to move again, down the stairs and toward him.

“Geesh… they didn’t make lawyers like this when I was comin’ up. Michael,” he introduced himself. He held out his arms for a hug. “Aaron’s told me so much about you.” 

“Good thin-,” You started to toss your boyfriend a teasing grin as you closed the last couple of feet to return Michael’s hug. However, just as you were in arm’s length, the forgotten vibrator nestled inside you came alive. You let out an involuntary cross between a sigh and a moan that couldn’t be hidden. 

Could the ground open and just swallow me? 

Michael’s eyes glistened with amusement, letting you know he was not ignorant to your reality. 

“You good, baby girl?” he asked, with a knowing grin as you tried to avoid squirming in his embrace.

“Y-Yea, yea. Just h-had a chill. I was just gonna say that I hope he’s t-telling you good things,” you stammered, the jolts of pleasure siphoning off fractions of your vocal ability.

“Only good things, I promise. Just that you were the sexiest and best lawyer he’d ever seen. He was right about the first part, I’m sure he’s right about the second too.” 

“Hardly the best.” Your tone and smile were the picture of humility at his praise. You liked the sound of it on his lips, you also didn’t hate the way “baby girl" sounded when he said it too. 

“Y/N is being hella modest. She’s about to be the youngest junior partner in her firm’s history. And the first black woman.” 

“Aye! That’s what’s up! So we’re celebrating tonight?”

You grinned. “Don’t wanna get ahead of ourselves… just office gossip you know. We’ll see in a week.” 

Fuck, he was sexier than you imagined. Somehow tvs and movies simply didn’t do him justice. Like Aaron, he was at his peak physical weight, his muscles thick and lethal. They both stood in front of you looking like Gods, cut from the most perfect stone. 

“I-it’s just so great to meet you. You’re one of my favorite actors.” 

Michael drank you in like you were the finest glass of scotch, savoring every inch of skin exposed, every curve on prominent display. You felt hot underneath his stare, as if he had xray vision to see the promised lands this dress covered. You almost wilted like a flower under his intensity. 

We aren’t gonna make it through dinner, you thought to yourself. Or I can just be dinner. 

It was not your worst thought by far. The vision was quite enticing. Aaron ordering you to strip for them before displaying you on the table so they could feast on you. Your eyes darkened with clouds of lust. You cleared your throat, taking a deep breath, noting the amused glance that passed between the two men. Were all your thoughts broadcasting to them? 

“We… should go into the dining room. Dinner’s basically ready,” you offered as the lamiest attempt to escape the spotlight of them. You held your hand out for his coat, giving both men a perfect view of your ass as you turned to hang it in the closet. 

You didn’t attempt to hide the grin at the quiet but distinguishable wolf whistle from Michael. It felt good to know he liked what he saw. 

And the feeling was most certainly mutual. Michael and Aaron kept you laughing all through dinner as they enthralled you with stories from set. He was engaging and funny and you loved the genuine brotherhood between him and your boyfriend. There was nothing but raw sexual chemistry between you but that was all you needed. Mutual attraction.

The only disappointing aspect of dinner was the utter silence between your legs. Once he turned it off at the start of dinner, Aaron didn’t touch that remote again, much to your chagrin. Two hours and several glasses of wine at the dinner table with two men gently caressing your arms and exposed thighs was a recipe for disaster. And you knew he could tell, see how worked up they had made you, how desperately you wanted more attention. 

By dessert, you stopped retaining their words. They were utter nonsense to you because there were far more important things to consider. Like Michael’s dominating muscles and large hands, wondering how strong his grip will be when he fucks you from behind. Punishingly so, you prayed. 

You swung between wanting to savor the compliments and worship of two men with needing to be filled, a need that almost had you begging them to fuck you right amongst the dinner plates. But you knew Aaron. The night was young and he liked to play with his prize. 

By everyone’s fifth glass of wine, the conversation started to wind down, Michael getting up to head home. 

“Thanks so much for this, man. Appreciate the invite. Good to catch up n shit.”

“Oh you have to leave so soon?” There was a hint of sadness in your voice, coupled with the pleas of your signature puppy eyes. 

“I probably should… Gettin’ late, can’t take up your whole night.” 

You assessed the moment briefly, confirming with every cell in your body and functioning brain cell in your head that you needed this more than the oxygen in the room. 

So instead of wishing this walking wet dream a good night, you said, “You should stay for one more drink. We got this amazing bottle when we went to the South of France for our anniversary. Baby, we should open it and sit outside? It’s so nice out. We’re down to keep the good times going if you are.” 

“You sure?”

“I insist! Besides, between the three of us, I think we can find some ways to entertain ourselves." The implication in your words couldn't be clearer. You were in and you were ready. 

“I’ll grab that bottle from the cellar. Take Michael outside and make him comfortable, princess. Show him a good time while I’m gone.”

And with that, he turned your vibrator back on. He chose the second setting, which was just distracting enough to make the simple tasks of walking, talking and speaking exponentially harder for you. 

“Yes sir.” 

You forced your feet toward the giant sliding glass doors that led to your expansive backyard. You glanced behind you to find Michael jogging up behind you as he slid something into his pocket.

You tried to distract yourself from the pulses against your g-spot, the growing tension in your belly as pleasure started to build ever so slowly, by turning on the soft string lights hanging above your patio and the speakers to play music. 

“Yall got a great view.” 

“It was definitely the selling point of the house,” you smiled, awkwardly standing behind one of the chairs across from the couch.

His stance was wide, powerful and assured as he stared at you. 

“You gonna sit with me?” When you didn’t move, he sighed. “He said you were obedient. But maybe you just need an incentive…” 

Your knees almost gave out beneath you as he increased the setting to five. 

“If you wanna feel better, I think you should sit, baby girl,” he offered, his voice low and comforting. “I don’t bite, promise.”

The menacing glint in his eyes let you know that he most certainly would bite if asked. And you would most certainly ask. 

“S-sorry,” you awkwardly, quickly finding your way to the couch next to him. You started to sit when he beckoned you closer with a mere gesture of his finger. By the time he had you where he wanted you, you were sitting on his lap. 

You leaned into his chest, your eyes falling closed as pleasure shot through you with every pulsing vibration. You bit the inside of your cheek to avoid moaning. 

“You ok, Y/N? Seem a little flustered?” His fingers created flames all across your bare thigh as he subtly pushed up the fabric of your dress. 

There was still something… tamed about how he touched you and caressed you. He came so close to the spots that demanded a firm strong hand, he held back every time. Like right now. Drawing featherlike patterns on your exposed side, toying with the edges of your thong but not shifting them to the side like you craved. 

No, he simply savored the time teasing you, enjoying the soft moans his touch and the bullet caused. 

“I’... I’m… fine, t-thank you,” you whispered back. “Just… o-overwhelmed.” 

“You wanna cum, don’t you?” his husky voice demanded in your ear. At the sound, you couldn't suppress the moan of pleasure that escaped your lips. You rolled your hips, chasing more.

“Y-Yes…” you whimpered. “P-Please…” 

“How’s my girl treating you, Michael?” Aaron’s voice interrupted their moment, his eyes piercing with desire as you writhed and rode another man's thigh. You looked perfect, unrestrained and free. 

“Oh she’s perfect. You got a great girl here, A.”

“I know… she is. But she disobeyed me earlier so before she can cum, we have to punish her. Isn’t that right, baby?” 

“Y-yes sir.” You didn’t even know what you did wrong but you weren’t going to argue or push back on him. Because this was already like entering a promised land of bliss. To hear him speak so openly about your punishment to another man while he masturbated you on his lap? Aaron was right. This was the destressor you really required. 

“Can you tell Michael and daddy what you did wrong, princess?” 

You raked your brain, knowing that “I don’t know” would only increase your punishment. Not that you would have particularly minded. Frequent punishments were simply the norm for a proud and loud brat. 

And then it hit you, such a small and silly infraction that Michael’s fingers were currently playing with. 

“I… w-wore my panties w-when I wasn’t allowed,” you answered. 

“That’s right. And we don’t cover up daddy’s prize, do we?” 

“No… daddy.” 

“You want to be a good girl for Michael and I… don’t you?”  

His voice was hypnotic. Despite the pleasure disobeying him brought, you could not help but want to please him, to be his good girl again. 

“Y-yes, daddy.” 

“And good girls deserve what?” 

“Punishment before pleasure.” 

“That’s right, baby. So tonight, Michael’s gonna have the honor. How many spankings you think our slut deserves?” 

“I’d say 25… 30?” 

“30 feels fair. What do you think, princess?” 

“Wh-whatever daddy wants,” you whimpered. That was the only acceptable response. Besides, you knew Aaron knew your limits and wouldn’t let Michael cross them.  “That's right, baby girl. She can be good when she wants to, just needs remindin’ of her place sometimes,” he mused. And with that, Michael turned off the bullet, a groan of pure frustration escaping your lips.

Punishment before pleasure, you reminded yourself. Why can’t my punishment be sucking their dicks or something?? 

Michael helped you up, your legs feeling slightly weak after they robbed you of your orgasm. They didn’t bother trying to carry you up the stairs, Michael merely directed you to your deep forest green sectional in the living room and leaned you over one of its arms. He slid off his belt and tied your hands behind your back, ensuring they were loose enough to avoid injury but tight enough not to escape without effort. 

You were deliciously helpless. 

“Fuck, that’s a gorgeous sight,” you could hear Michael mutter as the two men merely stared at you, boobs pressed out due to your hands being bound, your ass high in the air from being bent over. “Her ass is perfect, man.”

“It’ll look even better when you’re done. Don’t hold back. She loves that shit and she knows our safe word.” 

You were glad he assured Michael that you would adore the sweet sting of his palm. You encouraged Aaron to put his entire weight into your spankings when you took on the role as his princess. Forever a gentle soul at his core, he did not like the idea of causing you real, significant pain, preferring to lean heavily into other aspects of dominating you. 

It certainly made you fall more in love with him, witnessing his gentleness and concern for your well-being to such a degree. You supposed it was the greenest of flags that it took about 10 long discussions for him to feel comfortable. And even years later, he still checked in throughout to make sure you still enjoyed it. You weren’t a masochist by any means spankings in particular were more than enticing to you. It left you drenched and on the cusp on an orgasm without Aaron doing anything else. 

Even more so right now with your ass presented to the two men like a hard-earned prize. You subconsciously stuck your ass out further in search of something. A touch, a slap… literally anything. Your body was reeling. 

And you did not even care who was behind you to give you what you needed.

“She’s fuckin’ desperate for it.” 

“Yea, she’ll be begging you for it in a minute. I mean I was gone for what? 5 minutes, princess? And I come back and you're humpin' his leg like a filthy whore? And you loved it didn't you? Wanted more? I bet you wanna beg him to tear that ass up right now, don't you?” 

Daddy knows me too well. Because the word please was on the cusp of your lips, begging to tumble over like water on a cliff. 

You moaned as two hands gripped the firm meat of your ass, kneading and caressing you before they found the helm of your dress. You knew exactly whose hands they were, confirming that Aaron was indeed giving Michael the pleasure of administering your punishment. 

His fingers pushed your dress up the rest of the way to expose your ass cheeks, an unmistakable wet spot at the center of your thong. 

“Don’t think she’ll be needing this anymore. Whatchu think?” Michael asked Aaron as his finger hooked the delicate fabric around her hips. 

“Nahhh, definitely not.” 

“FUCK!” You cried out as your thong was unceremoniously ripped clean from your body, the fabric leaving welts on your skin. 

You felt his fingers graze your lips.

“All this for us, kitten?” 

You merely whimpered an affirmative answer as he presented his fingers covered in your juices. He stuck them in your mouth, you sucking your cum clean off his fingers.

"Can't wait to make you cum all over my tongue, kitten. You taste so fuckin' good."

“P-Please…” You thought you’d implode if you continued to suppress your desperation. Your body felt as if you were betraying her. Why weren’t you trying hard enough, begging loud enough to earn the pleasure you were being deprived of. 

“See?” 

“You weren’t lyin’. Tell me what you want, kitten”  

He’s gonna make me say it?? 

The words were caught in your throat, blocked by a mental barrier to admit such a depraved thought out loud. 

“If you wanna cum at all tonight, I suggest you say that shit. Cause we got all night.” 

The lethal warning in his tone forced your thighs together, an electric shock through your body. He was a natural. And the dominance in his voice was all it took to rip the weeds of hesitation right out of your soil. 

“S-spank me… please,” Half words, half sobs filled the quiet air. This was untenable. Could you die from this? It felt like you might die from this. “I n-need it. P-Punish me… please.” 

The first vicious sting of his hand did make a real sob of joy escape, the sound reverberating through the living room. 

You buried your face in the couch cushion for the first few in a foolish attempt to quiet your mounting screams of pain wrapped in the sweet pleasure. His brute strength ensured you felt the ache of every hit. On par with Aaron when your punishments were severe. You were still feeling it days later. 

Your head pulled back, his fist wrapped around your curls.

“Do that again and I add five. Understand?” 

“Y-yes, yes. I’m sorry,” you moan, keeping your eyes forward and head up. 

You felt familiar hands cradle your head, Michael releasing your strains to play with your slick folds in between each blow. 

Aaron’s body came into view as he held your chin, forcing you to stare into his beautiful eyes. Clouded with lust, you still could see every ounce of his love and devotion. 

“You ok, precious?” he whispered. “Got 10 more.” 

“M-More.”

“You’re such a good slut for me, baby. I love you.” His eyes softened a bit. “You want a treat while Michael gives you your punishment? I wouldn’t usually but tonight is all about you, princess.” 

You licked your lips, the sudden sparkle in your eyes answering his question without words. You were impatient at the pace he went to unbutton his pants. 

He knew how much you loved sucking dick. Genuinely loved it. On more than one occasion, you came home after a long day and immediately dropped to your knees to serve him unprompted. Of course, it always ended up leading to him giving you back the same pleasure tenfold. So it was a win all around. 

You licked the beads of precum from his head before enveloping him into your mouth, moaning around him just as Michael rained down the last of your punishment. 

Fire. Your skin felt hot and inflamed with every bite of his palm against your skin. And they sent jolts of lust straight to your clit. 

“You’re taking your punishment so well. You’re not gonna disobey me again, are you?” 

Strings of your spit stayed connected to his dick as he pulled back so you could answer him. 

“Never again, daddy!”  

“That’s my good girl. You took that so well. Didn’t she?” 

You hissed as he gently massaged your hot skin. Fuck, why did his hands feel so good? 

“She did. You think she’s ready, A?” 

“I think she is.” 

You found a secret joy in the way they spoke only to you to dole out orders, but then talked about you to each other like you were merely a piece of furniture.

Aaron scooped you up in his arms, your body immediately nestling into his chest as he carried you to your master suite. He tossed you on the bed like a rag doll as Michael closed the door to your suite. And for a few moments, they simply stood there. Towering over you, intoxicated by the power and anticipation, they didn’t speak or move. They just watched you squirm beneath them. 

“You know I love you right?” Aaron broke character for a single moment. 

“Of course.” 

“Good. Cause it ain’t gon' seem like it for a minute. You know how daddy wants you.” 

Fuck. Yes. 

There was a challenging grin on your face as you removed the last obstacle to their conquest, leaving you bare before them. With great pleasure, you shifted onto your hands and knees and sank into position. Presenting yourself to him. Vulnerable, exposed. To two apex predators. 

And you were ready to be devoured. 

Michael pounced with such swiftness of jaguar indeed, you suddenly finding yourself straddling his hips. His punishing grip around your lower back kept you flush to his chest as his lips claimed yours. 

Frenzied, animalistic, downright sloppy kisses as you two gave into your most base desires. There was no love here, just lust in its most instinctual level. You two fought for dominance in your kisses, you mainly showing him that you were no damsel.

He moved you with ease, like you were a feather, turning you so your head dangled off the edge of the bed.

“I think our kitten needs a bit of attention.” 

His lips kissed a burning trail down your body, veering off course to engulf each of your nipples in his wet mouth, while his hand played with your throbbing clit. 

You whined, feeling his breath against your sex, his grip holding your hips firmly to the bed to stop you from getting any more pleasure than he decided. 

“So eager.” 

He licked up the wetness that spread to your thighs, still avoiding touching you there. He was a menace. The devil really.

You screamed as he wrapped his lips around your bud, every nerve ending in your body zeroed in on him.  

Aaron guided your agape mouth onto his hard member again, your tongue licking him like he was your favorite lollipop. He exchanged the bullet for his fingers, easing a second one inside your pussy. 

Your litany of curse words were indecipherable with Aaron’s mouth ramming down your throat. He did not let you control the pace one bit. Your mouth was merely a means to an end for him. 

You gagged, tears streaming down your face from the sensory overload of having them work in tandem to bring you pain, pleasure, and everything in between.

You arrived at the cliffs of pleasure far faster than you expected, your body ready to fall for the first time all night. Your thighs tightened around Michael’s head as you tried to control it. Foolish it sounded, to stop the fall. But you couldn’t tumble just yet. 

You didn’t stop your task of sucking to ask. Instead, you simply stared up at him with plea-filled round eyes.

“Cum on his tongue, princess. Cum for daddy.” 

You dove off the cliff with earnest as Michael chose that moment to add a fourth finger, finger fucking you with relentless speed.You let your eyes fall close and surrendered to the crashing waves and thrilling currents that pulled you into oblivion. Right where you wanted to be. 

Only Aaron could find the cherry on top to this already perfect sundae as he spilled down your throat. It was typically reserved for her treat as he knew you adored swallowing. And you were grateful he found you deserving. 

Aaron took a step back, you pouting at the loss of his dick in your mouth.

“Don’t worry, princess. Won’t be your last taste for the night.” He leaned down and kissed you deeply, a soft whimper escaping at how familiar his lips felt. Home. “I think you need to thank Michael for punishing you earlier and making you cum. How do good whores say thank you?” 

"On their knees, daddy."

You moved off the bed and onto the carpet, Michael already sliding off his boxers. Your voice hitched as his girthy thick member sprang from his boxers.

He smirked told her he knew what he was wielding and how to use it well. Admittedly, you had only had sex with three men in your life, two of whom were present. But you felt confident in saying these two Gods among lesser men had the most impressive dicks you’d ever seen. 

You’d never live down the humiliation of your near panic attack during you and Aaron’s first time. 

“I don’t think you’ll fit,” you remember muttering before trying to escape to hide in his bathroom, your brain overloaded with the fear that he would somehow break you. 

But like the perfect gentlemen he was, he held you close and calmed you with sweet kisses and talked you through every inch as he sank into you for the first time. He naturally reached regions you thought were anatomically impossible. You often referred to it as his weapon, one that left you utterly immobile too often. 

Michael was similarly blessed and highly favored. Though he lacked a bit of Aaron’s length, his had a girth to it that you knew would cause a stinging stretch. It would be different and you liked the idea of that. As much as your body wanted to skip to that part, you also were feral for a taste of him. 

Aaron sat in the arm chair across the room, the perfect view to watch as Michael slid his dick between your plump lips. He stroked his dick back to life watching you spit and gulp down his dick.

“That’s right. Fuckkkk. Get it sloppy, baby girl. Fuck your throat feels good.” 

Your body glowed at his praise, Aaron grinning to himself. He adored seeing you in this light, gaining a new perspective to how you felt freedom and pleasure. He never wanted to stop learning how to love you better, please you better. 

Inexplicable pride swelled when your eyes connected with him, your dilated pupils lighting up at his smile.

“You ready for me to fuck that pussy, kitten?” Michael demanded, punctuating each word with a deep thrust into the back of your throat. Attempting to respond was a foolish endeavor with him balls deep down your throat. 

He pulled out of your mouth and lifted you up to your feet, immediately moving you into his desired position. He bent you over the edge of the bed, one hand glued to your hip while the other pushed your head into the mattress. He positioned you so you were staring right at Aaron.  

Being watched. New kink unlocked. You were an actress on display and he was your director, in full control. And it was time to watch his masterpiece. 

Your eyes fluttered out of enticing humiliation and bliss as Michael’s head bounced against your pulsing clit. 

“Eyes open, princess. And on me."

And this was a moment that made you question who you truly were. A good girl or a disobedient slut? The devil on your shoulder didn’t need deliberation time. You were a disobedient whore. You wanted to be utterly spent when this night was over. 

But you also knew he knew that, which is why he picked a task he knew you’d fail either way. You could try as hard as you wanted, it would be impossible to maintain eye contact. 

“You ready for Michael to fuck you, princess?” 

“Yesssss! Fuck me… I need it.” It was as critical to your survival as air. 

You immediately failed at your task, your eyes clenching shut as he pushed inside of you. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” you hissed, begging for the moment when the lightening flash of pain subsided and pleasure took root. 

“Fuckin’ tight ass pussy on you, kitten,” he gave you a few moments to adjust. When your expletives turned into quiet moans, he moved. 

"Won't tell you this shit again, princess. Eyes open and on me or I start spankin’ you when it’s my turn. And you ain’t gon’ like that shit.” 

“Sorryyyy, dadddyyyyy.” 

His hips snapped viciously into you, his dick curving into your g-spot with every thrust. 

Bliss. 

Joy. 

You panted as  he fucked you with relentless precision, he didn’t let a moment go to waste as he fucked you. His grip along your hip was bruising as he pushed and pulled against your body. Never the lazy lover, you met every thrust, using your arms as leverage to throw your fat ass back at him. 

“That’s it! Take this dick, slut! You like how I’m fuckin’ this pussy??” he demanded, a hard smack coming down on your still aching ass when you didn’t answer fast enough. 

There was no way he actually believed you could form coherent thoughts right now. 

“I… love it! D-... don’t stop! Fuck… I’m gonna cum!” Your eyes had not stayed on your master as they should’ve, nor had you even tried that hard. But you deliberately cast them on him to beg for permission. “C-Can I cum daddy?? He feels so gooddddd…” 

“Why the fuck would I let you cum? You disobedient whore? Can’t follow simple fuckin’ instructions. 

Well shit. He was pissed. 

Your face was one of sadness at upsetting your daddy but everything inside was filled to the brim with glee. You weren’t going to be able to walk tomorrow. And then you could look forward to a day of aftercare and pampering from your love. 

“P-please, please. I-I’m sorry!! I tried. I-I can’t…” Michael was not helping your cause as you pleaded your case in front of a less than sympathetic judge. He found some superhuman ability to increase his already punishing pace, jackhammering into your g-spot. “Let me cum, pleasseeeee! I can’t hold it.” 

“She’s clenchin’ on my dick, brah.” 

You were going to cum either way, inevitably, but you were holding strong for those magic words. Moments before you felt yourself starting to break, you finally heard him.

“Cum for me.” 

“She’s creamin’ on this dick. This some good pussy, my man! You one lucky nigga.” He didn’t slow his pace as he fucked you through your second orgasm. "That's right, cum all over this dick, baby."

How were you not spent yet? No, you still wanted so much more. 

You lost track of your orgasms as Michael moved you into his desired positions, fucking you every type of way that suited him. And all the while, Aaron just watched, commanding your eyes to him in the moments leading up to your orgasms, forcing you to hold his gaze across the dark room. 

You thought the Earth had reversed on its axis somehow. 

“I’ll let you decide where you want it, kitten. On you or down your throat.” 

“Cum on my ass!” 

“Whatever baby girl wants.” He pulled out of you and sprayed your back and ass cheeks with his seed. You sighed out of contentment as you laid there, knowing your night was far from over. But you were grateful for the brief reprieve. 

Michael shifted off to the side as Aaron rejoined you, the Brit studying your ass painted in another man’s cum. If there was a way be any harder than he already was, he would be it right now. 

“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, princess. I love you so much, you’re such a good girl for me. You ready for daddy, now?” 

You nodded enthusiastically. Michael was amazing but no one fucked you quite like Aaron. Those were the simple facts. 

“Good girl,” he flipped you and pushed your legs up so your knees were essentially up at your ears. 

This was a frankly evil thing to do, to start with this position. It was simplistic but he would pound you so deep, you saw fucking stars. At this rate, you would be tapping out far earlier than you would have hoped. 

“Ahhhh! Yessssss… thank you daddy! Love your dick, daddy!” You screamed as he entered you in one fluid motion, ending deep in your guts. 

“You take me so well, baby. You like how deep I’m fuckin’ this pussy?” 

“Yes, yes! Shit! God I love it! Oh Goddddd, fuck, baby…” 

“Ain’t no God to call out to here, princess. Just your masters.”

You gasped at the sudden all consuming emptiness of him exiting you. You felt his hand catch your ankle, which was still in the air where he left you. He dragged you to the edge of the bed and lifted you to your feet. You almost collapsed on your stiff legs but you quickly realized, he was not intending for you to support your own weight long. 

He hinged you at the waist, your fingertips supporting balancing some of your weight until he reentered you and regained control of your hips. He did all the work, holding all your weight with his strength as he fucked you straight into a sweet abyss. Nothing else mattered. Just the two of you. 

Well… three of you. Speaking of which… as if Aaron could read her mind, he says, “Suck him like the whore I know you are.” 

Using his strength to turn you both so you were eye level with Michael’s dick. He was getting hard, rested and ready for round two with ease. Both men looked as if they could do this all night while you knew you looked like you had been fucked just as good as you felt. 

You surrendered your mouth to Michael, allowing the actor to face fuck you to his heart’s content. And you simply enjoyed every moment of them fucking your holes like men possessed. No breaks, no time for breaths. Nothing. Just unforgiving feral fucking. 

You didn’t bother counting the orgasms they gave you as the two men traded places multiple times, using your mouth and pussy to their heart’s content. They worked up a perfect rhythm that brought you thrilling moment after thrilling moment  

“Don’t run, fuckin’ whore! You been takin’ it all night. Came in here with that fuckin' attitude. Take this dick!” Aaron ordered as you shied away from his forceful thrusts as he fucked you doggy style. 

Your body was being driven past overload as they stimulated every part of you. You could barely concentrate on Michael’s dick in front of your face with how Aaron was fucking you, clearly getting the last word of the evening. 

You thought you knew what overstimulation felt like but you had no fucking idea until today. But you knew the orgasm you were building toward would be your best yet, would be worth every moment of this. 

“Shit, I’m gonna cum!” Michael called out. 

“I’m close too. Daddy’s gonna cum in this sweet pussy, baby. But first, your other punishment. Cum as much as you want.” 

And with that, he and Michael went utterly and completely feral on your body, chasing one goal: their collective simultaneous pleasure. 

Michael grunted as he painted your face in his cum, much of it landing in your open mouth. He collapsed on the bed next to you, your body immediately crumbling forward without him holding you up. He caressed your skin as Aaron mercilessly fucked you, matching every thrust of his hips forward with a harsh slap to your ass. You knew you would have to endure as many as it took for him to cum.

Shit. You really fucked up.

You screamed and squealed, Michael roughly making out with you and sucked and bit your titties as if you needed more. You and Aaron reached the peaks of your mountains at the same time. At the warmth of him filling your pussy, white blanketed in your vision and sent you free falling into a new stratosphere.

Time felt inconceivable when you opened your eyes again. In your mind, no time had passed but instead of being on the bed, you were surrounded by warmth. Warm water lapped over your aching muscles, something hard propping you up from behind. 

“What’s…” you started to say, trying to lift up when a muscular arm snaked around your chest to hold you flush to him. 

“Relax, relax, princess. You’re good. Take a breath. Just blacked on us for a minute.” 

His voice calmed all the uneasy waters of your soul, you were safe and home with him. There was no better place to be in this life or the next. 

“Where’s… our guest?” Your voice cracked from the overuse of your throat. You rubbed your neck instinctively. 

“I’ll make you some tea when we get out,” he kissed your temple. “And he passed out in one of the guest rooms. I may have told him there was a strong possibility you’d be up for another round in an hour or two. Told me to get him when you finish soakin’ so he can give you a massage.” 

And you knew exactly where the yellow brick road of a massage would lead: to the Emerald Fucking City of Round 4.  

Your libido was just as high, if not higher than Aaron’s. More than once, it had been you demanding rounds 4-6 after he already wore you out during 1-3.

“One day you’re gonna get it wrong, you know?” you tease, allowing your head and back to rest with ease onto his chest. His hands massaged your hips and thighs and breasts, all sore from their spanking and biting. “That feels soooo good. You got the magic touch, baby.” 

  You ok, love? We were rough on you.” 

“More than ok. That was the most… insane and fun thing I’ve ever done. Exactly what I needed and wanted. Thank you, Aaron.” 

“Anything for you, princess. Rest for me, love.” 

You allowed your eyes to flutter closed again, dozing in the comfort of your boyfriend’s arms as he continued releasing knots from your muscles. You simply laid there with him, savoring him and the afterglow of being his. 

However, after about 15 minutes, you had rested long enough. This night would end eventually, you wanted to make the most of it with your two daddies. 

“Daddy�� I think I’m ready for that massage now,” your eyes glistened with your true intentions, letting Aaron know that you were no close to done. 

He let out a low chuckle of disbelief. “You really are one of a kind, Y/N.” 

“I know,” you winked at him with a playful grin. “Now massage, please.,” you demanded like the spoiled brat you were.

Aaron got out of the bath first, his entire body glistening with water on every perfect panel of muscle and taunt skin. Was it nice being a bead of water sliding down that skin? It might be nice to be a bead of water on his skin. 

He quickly toweled himself off before helping you up, using his arms around you as your legs shook. 

He dried you before laying you back down on the bed, disappearing down the hall while you laid on your stomach and simply waited. 

“Well well well… couldn’t get enough could you, kitten?” 

You heard them before you saw them. 

“No sir.” 

“She’s insatiable. Makes her a good little whore for me, doesn’t it, princess?”

You felt their weight on both sides of the bed. 

“Yes, daddy,” you whined as their fingers started doing the Lord’s work massaging out every knot and kink buried in your limbs. 

You turned your head toward Aaron, reaching up and kissing him softly as a private thank you before laying down again. You closed your eyes and let them work, let them take care of you. 

Whoever said “three’s a crowd” clearly hadn’t met these two.

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A/N: Hoped you enjoyed that as much as I did! Thanks for reading!

[joyful-enchantress]

Spring Heat (18+) | Loki x Fem!Reader

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A/N: You help your husband through his yearly heat, which is part of the Jotun mating cycle. He's afraid he might hurt you, but you are determined to stay... I wrote this for @springdandelixn and her Double-Trouble Sleepover! Congratulations, Beanie, my love! I hope you enjoy this little fic that I put together for you 🖤

Genre/Warnings: Jotun mating cycle AU, smut (18+), rough sex, choking, dubcon? (everything is consensual but Loki is not entirely in control of himself), language, light angst, fluff too, filth with feeling, established relationship

Word Count: 3182

The sights and sounds of springtime were all around you as you strolled through the palace grounds —

The busy twittering of birds as they searched for food and fought over tree branches on which to build their nests.

The chattering of squirrels and rabbits and other small animals as they came out of hiding to begin a new season of life.

The rich shade of green returning to the grass in the meadow, speckled with pops of color where wildflowers were beginning to bloom.

Speaking of blooming flowers -- the palace gardens were thriving, and in the next couple of weeks were sure to become a spectacle of color, ranging from delicate pastel hues to bright, vibrant tones. Just in time for the Spring Festival that would be held at the end of the month.

Yes, spring was upon you. Your favorite season. It meant warmer temperatures and sunshine and new life.

But despite all the bright cheerfulness that spring brought with it, for your husband, Loki, it also brought with it a certain darkness.

His heat.

Loki was of Jotun blood; a Frost Giant. And with that heritage came certain Jotun traits, some more easily embraced than others. One such trait that your husband found more loathsome than the rest was the Jotun mating cycle.

Each year since his body matured, around the time of the Spring Equinox, Loki would find himself at the mercy of his primal instincts. Unable to control his animalistic urges to mate, he’d lock himself in his chambers until it would pass.

That is, until you had something to say about it.

When you learned of the agony he endured — both physically and emotionally — locked in his chambers for anywhere from one week to one month until his heat cycle passed, you couldn’t bear it. You had to do something to help, if you could.

You remembered the conversation you’d had with him well. It was shortly after your wedding…

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“Loki, isn’t there anything that would make it easier to endure? Or at least make it come to an end more quickly? I can’t imagine a week of that, let alone a month.”

“Unfortunately, no, darling. There isn’t really anything that can be safely done to help it. The healers can give me an elixir that will suppress it, but I can’t take it every year, or it would lose its effectiveness. And besides, a heat the year after a suppressed heat is always more intense and agonizing.”

Your eyebrow cocked, looking at him with curiosity. “You sound like you’re speaking from experience…?”

He took a deep breath before answering, “Yes, I’ve taken suppressants occasionally in the past. The temptation of a year of reprieve was too great for me to resist at times. But I always found that the following year’s heat was far worse than what is typical. More desperation, more madness, more… pain.”

Your heart broke for him in that moment.

“Why does it last so long, Loki?”

He gave a mirthless chuckle. “It lasts as long as it takes for one of two things to happen. Either it quite literally burns its way out of my system, like a fever that takes weeks to break. Or…”

His voice trailed off, and he looked off into the distance, as if he was searching for his thought amongst the forests and rolling hills.

“Or…?” You gently encouraged him to continue.

Loki let out an exasperated sigh and quietly admitted, “Or… I mate. Breed. Fuck.”

Something about the way he enunciated the hard ‘k’, his Adam’s apple bobbing sinfully as the sound clicked in his throat, had your core throbbing with need and a wave of hot arousal unfolding over your body.

You blinked a few times as you contemplated what he said. “Well that seems easy enough,” you replied cooly, as if you were discussing the weather.

“What…?” He looked at you, perplexed.

“If having a good fuck will bring your agony to an end, then that seems like an easy solution to me. I can help you with that —”

“NO!” His rich baritone voice boomed as it cut you off, dripping with authority, anger, and — was that fear? “You don’t understand, my love. I am not myself when this happens. I lose myself, I lose control. I no longer am capable of keeping up the Asgardian façade; my Jotun form takes over and I am overcome with the primal desire to mate. I lose all regard for decency, I become… a monster. I am a monster.”

“Loki…” you reached a hand up to caress the side of his stupidly beautiful face, running your thumb soothingly along his sharp cheekbone and slotting your palm against his chiseled jaw, which was tightly clenched. A sign of his distress. “I love you, Loki. Let me help you through this.”

“I love you too, darling. More than my life itself. Which is exactly why I can’t let you do this.” He wrapped his large hand around the back of yours and turned his head to the side to tenderly kiss your palm. “It isn’t safe. I could hurt you. Badly.”

“I trust you, Loki. I trust you with my life, no matter what physical form you assume.” The next words you uttered came to you as easily as breathing, “I want to do this. Please. Use me. Use my body to sate your desires and end your own suffering.”

His emerald eyes widened at your words, most likely shocked at how brazen and self-assured they were. But swirling behind the shock was something else. Reverence. Trepidation. And lust.

He slowly swallowed, gathering himself together and collecting his thoughts after you scrambled them with your salacious plea.

“Alright then, darling.” He cautiously relented, his eyes boring into yours, searching for any sign that you were having second thoughts or hints of doubt. “Come springtime, when my next heat cycle is upon me, I’ll let you help me. I’ll let you be the balm that soothes my burning, searing ache.”

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And now, spring was upon you. And any day now, it would be time to make good on your promise to him. For better or worse. You suddenly had a renewed appreciation for the words you spoke in your wedding vows to him, just 8 months ago.

Loki has been warning you for the past few days that his heat is imminent, and could take over at any time. He could feel it; all the warning signs were there. The restlessness. The irritability. The discomfort. Crawling under his skin like an itch he can't scratch. Until it makes him snap.

Each and every time, he asked if you were still sure. He reminded you that you could change your mind, that he didn't expect you to do this. That he'd never expect you to do this. It was entirely your choice.

And each and every time, you stood firm in your decision. You wanted to help him. You would do this.

The sun was beginning to set on your evening stroll, so you altered your route so that it would lead you back towards the private chambers that you shared with Loki. As you approached the hallway which led to your shared door, you could feel a distinct, unseasonal chill in the air.

Was this it? Was tonight the night?

Once you reached the ornate wooden door, you noticed a thin blanket of frost coating the edges of it, as if, behind the door, was the force of winter itself, its icy chill seeping through the gaps between the door and the frame.

You reflected for a moment on the irony that all this frost and chill was the result of something called a heat, and you couldn't help but chuckle to yourself.

But then you remembered that not just fire, but ice, too, can burn.

A shiver rolled down your spine, and the cold seeping through the doorframe wasn't entirely to blame.

You took a moment to gather your courage, reminding yourself that this was Loki. Your husband. Your one true love.

You could do this.

You softly knocked, each tap of your knuckles against the cold wood sending a jolt of bravery through you.

"Loki... can I come in?"

"Pet..." The voice that answered you was familiar, but more... ragged. It was deeper, if that was even possible, and assumed a huskiness that made your usually gentle husband sound nothing short of feral.

It sent a surge of hot, wet arousal through you, which pooled between your thighs.

"I'm here, Loki..." you whispered like a prayer. "Let me help you."

"This is your last chance, pet," he warned. "You can still change your mind. But the moment you open the door, I'm afraid there will be no going back."

Good thing you had no plans of going back.

You opened the door and stepped into your chambers; after ensuring the door was closed and locked, you took a deep breath. This was it.

As you turned around, you came face to face with your husband.

Except he wasn't quite the Loki you knew. For one thing, he was taller. Much taller. At least 8 feet tall. You briefly wondered how you'd be able to take him in this form. His usually porcelain skin was replaced with a brilliant cerulean, and across every bit of blue that your hungry eyes could find, were ridges that swept across his skin in bold strokes and delicate lines, forming intricate patterns that you longed to trace with your fingers. As your eyes settled on his face, you found some familiarity there. You recognized the bone structure and the shape of his nose, the curve of his lips; the luscious raven locks that framed his angular face were unchanged. But in place of the emerald orbs that you knew and loved were two glistening rubies, staring at you with an intensity that could only be described as ferocious.

He was beautiful. Flawless. You saw no monster before you. Only your husband. Showing you a side of himself that he has kept hidden from you. Until now.

You broke the silence first, and simply muttered, "I love you, and I am here. Use me."

And that was all the permission he needed.

He closed the distance between you impossibly fast, like a predator stalking its prey, and wrapped an icy hand around your throat, squeezing firmly, the coldness stinging like pins and needles against your skin.

His lips met yours with an urgency that you hadn't experienced before; any hint of gentleness was gone and in its place a brutal clash of tongues and teeth as he claimed your mouth, a throaty growl slipping past his lips as he basked in the taste of you on his tongue.

Fear crept up your spine for the first time since you entered, and you brought your small hands up to claw at his wrist, a desperate attempt to let him know that you needed a break; you needed to breathe.

Something within him seemed to get the message, because he peeled his mouth away from yours and released your throat, repurposing his hand to wrap around your midsection and toss you unceremoniously onto the large bed in the center of the room.

You had to admit that part of you enjoyed the way he was manhandling you.

He wasted no time freeing himself from his garments and strode towards the bed, where he situated himself over you, caging in your small frame like a hungry animal about to enjoy the spoils of its hunt.

You gulped at the sight of his enormous cock, as it bobbed angrily against his stomach, covered in the same ridges that decorated the rest of his body, the tip weeping with the evidence of his primal desire. For you.

"These pretty silks have got to go," he rasped against your ear, his breath somehow both hot and cold.

He roughly grabbed the fine fabric and you winced as you heard him rip it to shreds as easily as if your dress was made of flower petals from the garden.

Within seconds, you were bare before him, and his ravenous gaze lazily roamed over your body, savoring every dip and every curve like the sight of you alone could sate him.

Even though that couldn't be further from the truth.

When he decided that his eyes had had their fill, he brought two fingers up to prod against your lips, his gaze meeting yours, daring you to defy him.

But you didn't dare.

You submissively parted your lips and wrapped your mouth around his fingers, astonished at how much your mouth had to stretch just to accommodate them. A wicked smile tugged at his lips as your tongue danced over his digits, preparing them for exploration of another warm, wet hole.

A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers were abruptly pulled from your mouth and pushed inside your weeping cunt. They pumped and stretched you almost as much as his normal cock would, and you shuddered at the thought of what was to come.

The nerves melted away though, as his thumb found your clit and worked the sensitive nub in sweeping circles, pleasure taking over your senses and lulling you into a state of calm.

"Loki..." you whispered softly between your whimpers and pants.

He growled in response, withdrawing his fingers from your soaked pussy and wrapping his hand around your thigh, forcing your legs open as wide as they would go.

Before you had a chance to adjust to the new position, his huge cock was at your slick entrance and he thrust forward, forcing as much of himself inside you as he could, his girth stretching your walls and the tip pushing against your cervix. The sudden intrusion took your breath away, and the stinging pain you felt caused unshed tears to well in your eyes. The coldness of his skin only heightened the sensations, forcing your mouth open in a silent scream as he claimed you.

You loved him. You wanted this. You silently reminded yourself as a large blue hand found your throat once again and wrapped around tightly.

A feral moan left his lips as he began to rut into you roughly. Pushing himself in as far as your body would allow. Over and over. Chasing his own pleasure without regard for your own.

"So warm... So tight... You take me so well, pet." He grunted between thrusts. "You're mine."

You couldn't help the fresh pool of arousal that gushed between your legs in response to his words. Even as he wrecked your body and used it like a toy, you loved nothing more than being his.

His rhythm became sloppy and you knew he was close.

With a wild growl, he pulled out of you and violently flipped you over onto your stomach. You were thankful you were on the mattress and not on the floor in that moment.

His large hands dug into your hips, pulling them upwards and angling you so that he could sink himself once again into your tight cunt. You turned your head to the side, gasping for air between shameless moans as he pounded into you from behind like an animal.

It didn't take long for him to reach his peak; he let out a primal roar as he came, pumping you full of his seed. You felt it leaking out of you, dripping down your inner thighs as he continued to shallowly thrust into you while he rode out his high.

And that was the last thing you remembered before darkness blurred the edges of your vision and you succumbed to exhaustion, your body limp and spent.

--

Later, when you came to, you wiggled your fingers and toes first and slowly worked your way to moving each limb, assessing the soreness. There was an undeniable ache, but nothing you couldn't manage. You sat up in the bed and looked around the room, searching for Loki. Your eyes settled upon his familiar Asgardian form, huddled on the chair in the corner, as if he was putting as much distance as possible between the two of you without leaving you alone. His eyes were red, but not because of his Jotun blood. Because he had been crying.

"Loki, what's wrong?!" you frantically asked.

When he realized you were awake, he rushed to your side. "What's wrong? Love, look at what I've done to you!" He gestured to your body, to the bruises on your inner thighs, your hips, your wrists, your neck. He pointed to the mess between your thighs, to the bit of blood that was on the sheets between your legs. "I'm a monster. A vile, disgusting creature. I should have never let you do this!"

He looked away from you, ashamed.

You reached for his hand, in an effort to reassure him. "Loki, I wanted this. I wanted to help you. I insisted." Your thumb stroked the back of his hand in soothing circles, willing him to believe that you were okay. "And look! It worked. Your heat lasted only a few hours instead of weeks!"

"But at what cost?" He muttered, without meeting your gaze.

"I am your wife. We are a team, in everything. I vowed to be there for you and to love you no matter what, for better or for worse. A few bruises and some soreness are a small price to pay once a year if it means my husband isn't in agony for weeks at a time."

He sheepishly met your gaze then, peering up at you from under his eyelashes.

"I don't deserve you," he whispered softly.

"Yes you do. Because you are the most amazing person I know," you smiled easily as you said it. "Now, I did say we are a team, so if you're done sulking, I do believe it is your turn to do your part. Don't you have some magic healing powers that could soothe some of my aches, or am I misremembering?"

Now it was his turn to smile at you. He got to work straight away, a blanket of green seidr engulfing your body and buzzing through you, soothing away the worst of your residual pain. Then he spent the day spoiling you, running you a hot bath with your favorite rose scented bath oil, pampering you with a massage, and waiting on you hand and foot.

"Darling?"

"Yes, Loki?"

A wolfish grin crept across his lips. "When you've had a day or two to recover, I intend to make last night up to you, tenfold. To drown you in so much pleasure that the only word you'll remember is my name as it falls from your lips like a mantra."

You met his grin with your own cheeky smile. "And I intend to hold you to that, Laufeyson."

His lips met yours, then, in a passionate kiss; one that conveyed all the love and adoration he held for you. Your lover. Your husband. Your everything.

Spring was definitely your favorite season.

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Double the trouble | Switch Up | n romanoff

Double the trouble AU

Summary: Yelena is back, the twins are older, and her scheming ways do nothing but backfire. a mother always knows…

Age: 8

Warnings: none

wc: 3.3k

note: hello! I’m back with another little oneshot for DTT. I’ve missed writing tbh and although this isn’t the best, I’m pleased to finally write. I’m sorry for keeping you waiting!

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Leaving the twins with Yelena was either the best idea or the worst idea Natasha had ever had. But with Wanda away visiting her brother, Natasha didn’t really have much of a choice. Work didn’t allow her to take time off like this, so she turned to the next best thing.

The blonde was as grumpy as anything until she was faced with the two bundles of joy that were her nieces. She hated kids, but Isla and Y/n were an exception. She opened the door with a huge grin as the twins came barreling towards her, crouching barely over the threshold to collect them in a hug.

Natasha hovered back by the stairs with a soft smile tugging at her lips. Despite having a rocky patch, she truly loved Yelena with all her heart. And seeing her girls happy was all that mattered. She wished she could stay, but with new development plans happening at the studio, she had to oversee the final meeting.

“Are you staying all day?” Isla asked, peering round to look at Yelena’s truck parked in the driveway. “Where’s Fanny?”

“I’ll get her out in a minute, and yes I am, lucky duck.” The twins cheered at her response, their chatter tumbling over the top of each other as they bombarded their aunt with questions. Natasha quickly stepped in, taking them by the hand so Yelena could finally enter the house. After sending her girls over to the couch, Natasha pulled Yelena to one side, whispering in hushed voices.

“It shouldn’t take long, but in case I’m held back, there’s boxed mac and cheese in the cupboard and the girls made cookies last night so they’re in the green jar.”

“Mac and cheese, green jar, got it.”

“Please don’t give them too much sugar,” Natasha warned, knowing her sister’s tendencies, “and they have been arguing a lot, so good luck.” She didn’t really need to tell Yelena what to do, she’d babysat since they were really little, but it gave Natasha a piece of mind to know they were well looked after.

“Natasha, they’ll be fine. Don’t you trust me? Yelena asked with a grin.

“Absolutely not.”

Yelena rolled her eyes, stuffing her hands into her pockets. “So who’s the troublemaker this time?”

“Y/n has been in a mood for the past few days, so it’s currently her. Apparently Isla's existence annoys her.” As if on cue, a yell sounded from the living room and Natasha inwardly groaned. A moment of peace was never on the cards.

As she went to sort out whatever argument was occurring with her eight year olds, Yelena let Fanny out of the car and watched the Akita bound up the front steps, her tail wagging frantically. Any normal person would feel bad about the amount of hair she shed, but it only made Yelena laugh. She truly made every place her home.

The scene in the living room was absurd even for Yelena. Natasha was scolding a pouting Y/n whilst Isla cried in her arms, clutching something hidden behind her hair. Yelena hovered awkwardly, unsure how to approach, and Fanny did the same. It was almost like she could read the room.

Natasha, breathing a sigh of relief, gestured for Yelena to approach, to which she did. A sniffly Isla was pushed in her direction and the young girl lunged at her aunt, clinging to her waist with a sob.

“What happened?” Yelena mouthed, her eyebrows shooting up as Natasha held up what looked like a barbie doll. “Where’s the hair?”

“This one got scissor happy,” Natasha said exasperatedly, jabbing her thumb in Y/n’s direction.

“She stole my barbie!” Y/n protested, folding her arms across her chest in a huff.

“No!” Isla burst out,” that’s mine!”

“Well I don’t care, I was playing with it!”

“Get your own!”

Above their heads, Natasha gave Yelena a look. This is what she had been dealing with since Wanda left and although she hated leaving her kids, the bickering was starting to wear her down. It was Yelena’s turn to handle it for once. She just hoped the house would still be standing when she got back.

“Girls, please,” Natasha sighed, standing up with the barbie in her hand. “Mama has to go in a minute, and I’m not having you acting up for Yelena.” She used her stern mom voice and Y/n paled, hating being told off. “Y/n, can you apologise to Isla please.”

“No.”

Natasha may have a soft spot for her youngest but the glare that crossed her features made the little girl’s eyes well up and she hung her head in shame. “Y/n…” Natasha warned, knowing what came next if she didn’t start behaving.

“Sorry,” Y/n mumbled, suddenly very interested in the sleeve of her pink sweater.

“Good,” Natasha stated, brushing off the dog hair from her sleek black suit trousers. “I want you two on your best behaviour, and Yelena will tell me everything that happens. If I find out that you’ve been disrespectful and naughty, I will tell Mama. Okay?”

The girls mumbled in chorus, with Isla still clinging on to Yelena and Y/n standing by herself. It was just a phase, Natasha had to keep reminding herself that, but it certainly felt as though it was going to last forever. She wasn’t the bad mom, but Y/n’s behaviour had been so bad lately that not a day went by where she wasn’t being told off. It hurt her to see her daughter so upset, but Natasha stood strong. It was her own kindred spirit that she saw in Y/n, and now she understood why she was such a difficult child sometimes.

“We’re going to have fun, right guys?” Yelena asked with extravagant enthusiasm, although the responses she got were far from it. “You can go and do your boring adult stuff whilst the cool kids do… cool kid stuff.”

Natasha anxiously glanced at her kids, a wave of doubt washing over her. “Are you sure you’ll be okay? I can cancel-”

“Natasha, go, I’ll be fine. They’re angels with me and I’ve got Fanny with me if it all goes wrong.”

The dog in question gave a small woof and Natasha eyed her warily, far more a cat person than a dog person. She wasn’t totally convinced, but motherhood had made her anxious so she straightened out her jacket and nodded, psyching herself up.

“I’ll be back by 5, 6 at the latest.”

“Have a good day Mama,” Y/n said quietly, trying desperately to get back on her good side. Having Wanda mad at her was bad enough, but having Natasha was the worst thing she could think of. And when her Mama crouched down and opened her arms, Y/n took her chance to get to the hug first, muttering another ‘sorry’ to try and make amends.

“Be good, girls. I’ll be home soon.”

‘Aunty Lena, does Mama hate me?” Y/n asked as the door closed. The blonde frowned and turned to her niece, her large green eyes piercing into the Russian’s soul.

“Of course not, little bug. But you have to start being nice to Isla, okay?”

“I know,” Y/n replied. “She just really makes me mad.”

“That’s what sisters do. Your mama and I used to fight all the time.”

Y/n’s eyes lit up. “You did?”

“It’s totally normal, little bug. When your mama had blue hair, I used to tease her about it all the time.”

Isla’s head perked up at that. “Mama had blue hair?”

“Has she never shown you pictures?” Yelena asked in disbelief. Both girls shook their heads and Yelena grinned. “I’ll make some hot chocolate and I can show you. Your grandma put all our photos as kids in an album.”

The twins cheered loudly and ran to the kitchen, laughing with each other. It was such a stark contrast to earlier that Yelena had to do a double take at what she was witnessing.

“I’m glad you’re not this much work,” she muttered to Fanny, who barked happily at the noise. Kids really were hard work.

~~~

“Lena, kick it!” Isla yelled across the garden, dancing around the goal whilst her aunt really took her time. She was doing it purely to mess with her niece, and it was working perfectly. With another yell, Isla sprinted out of the goal in an attempt to tackle, but Yelena took her chance and sent the ball flying into the goal with a thud.

“That’s not fair!” She cried, running over to retrieve it.

“Another point to Aunt Lena!” Y/n announced from her place at the side before launching into another back walkover. She’d only recently learned the skill at dance and was more than happy to do acro tricks whilst they played. As long as she kept score as promised.

“No! That doesn’t count,” Isla protested, one foot propped up on the ball. “She cheated.”

“I didn’t cheat, you just have no patience,” Yelena said sassily, propping a hand up on her hip. “You’re not going to make a very good goal keeper.”

“I hate soccer anyway,” Isla grumbled, kicking the ball as hard as she could in Yelena’s direction. “It sucks.”

“It’s only because you’re bad at it,” Y/n piped up, now sitting on the porch steps after exhausting herself from cartwheels.

“You’re worse!” Typical comeback but Yelena had had enough. With a roll of her eyes, she marched towards the goal, giving Isla a bump with her elbow as she walked past.

“New game, I’ll be in goal and you have to work together to score. Deal?”

Isla shook her head. “I’m not playing with her, she can’t even kick a ball!”

“I can too!” Y/n protested, sprinting up to her sister. “I’m better than you and I don’t even have lessons.”

“That’s so not true. You-”

“Guys!” Yelena shouted, her Russian accent thickly coating her words. “Do you ever stop this fighting? It’s so annoying!”

The twins went silent, an uncommon phenomenon. Y/n muttered something under her breath but Yelena didn’t have it in her to care anymore. Every time she babysat it made her more and more impressed at how Natasha did it. A true saint.

“New rules. You have to pass it to each other before trying to score. If you don’t, the point goes to me. Okay?”

“Fine!”

Surprisingly, very few fights broke out over the course of the game. Isla did most of the scoring after Y/n well and truly botched her tries. But in her defence, her legs weren’t made for kicking the shit out of a soccer ball.They were made for cartwheels, which Isla soon got fed up with.

After far too long outside, Yelena rounded them up and herded them back inside after teeth started chattering and Y/n’s soaked trouser legs from falling over were turning her lips slightly blue.

After a quick bath she sat them both on Isla’s bed and dug through her closet for some comfier clothes. After a few minutes she sat back on her knees, her mind racing.

“Do you guys match anymore?”

“Ew,” Isla said, her nose scrunching. “Never. All Y/n wears is pink, and I hate pink.”

“You also hate dresses too.”

Yelena was quiet for a moment, the cogs in her head turning. She turned around with a sheepish smile, almost shaking with excitement.

“I have an idea, but you need to cooperate… okay?”

~~~

Natasha sighed as she stepped out of her car, her breath forming a small cloud in front of her. It was far too cold for October and she rushed up the front steps to get inside. The building work was looking amazing and she knew Y/n was itching to get back to the studio just as much as she was (there was only so much kitchen ballet they could do).

It was eerily quiet as the front door opened, only her heels sounding on the wooden floor as she approached the kitchen. She wasn’t met with a pile of bodies throwing themselves at her, which was probably more strange than the silence. Had she trusted Yelena too much and her sister had kidnapped her children and ran off to Russia? Honestly it wasn’t such a surprising theory.

Empty kitchen… empty living room… this was weird. But the sound of giggles couldn’t be hidden and Natasha kicked off her heels at the bottom of the stairs and took the stairs two at a time, her trousers straining around her thigh muscles. Isla’s laugh was the most distinguishable and she pushed the door open slowly, trying not to startle anyone.

The wholesome sight of the three of them sitting on the floor surrounded by stuffed animals was enough to melt Natasha’s heart and she smiled softly, leaning on the doorframe waiting for someone to notice her. And strangely it wasn’t Y/n but Isla who jumped up first, almost stumbling over Fanny to get to her Mama with a shriek.

Natasha caught her daughter in her arms and pressed kisses all over her face, warmth flooding her body. She would never feel complete when she was away from her girls.

Y/n quickly joined in, wanting the same cuddles. Natasha crouched down and stroked their cheeks before pausing slightly, squinting. Something wasn’t right and Yelena’s overly wide grin didn’t help her suspicions either. She stroked Isla’s hair with a chuckle and straightened up, her back aching from bending down so much.

“Did you girls have a good day?” She asked, watching as Y/n settled back on the floor beside Fanny. “You both look happier than when I left.”

“We played soccer and beat Aunt Lena!” Y/n piped up. “I scored all the goals.”

“No, I helped too!”

Natasha didn’t miss the way Yelena nudged her nieces or how their eyes went as wide as saucers. But the redhead just chuckled and took a seat on Isla’s bed, her legs slightly aching from standing all day.

Isla stood in front of her, clearly torn with where to go. Natasha knew she wanted to sit on her knee but watched as she settled beside Yelena again. It was impressive, Natasha gave her that much. Very dedicated to the cause.

“You did? Well done baby. Have you behaved today?”

“They’ve been angels, sestra, as usual. It’s only you they are bad for.” Yelena had a shit eating grin and it took everything in Natasha not to launch a pillow at her head. But she could not condone aggression around her violent children anyway before Y/n got any more ideas.

“Is that right?”

“Mama you had blue hair!”

If looks could kill, Yelena would be well and truly dead. If there was one thing Natasha hated, it was pictures of her younger self. She made far too many questionable decisions and went through one too many boxes of hair dye, so seeing pictures was a no no. Not even Wanda had seen many. And now her daughters had seen the worst ones which she was never going to live down.

“Yelena Belova… what did you do.”

The blonde just shrugged and jumped up, causing Fanny to do the same. The queen of avoiding things. “Who wants Aunt Yelena’s special mac and cheese?”

The twins both cheered and raced out of the room after their aunt, leaving Natasha slightly bewildered in the blue and white room. There were times where Natasha convinced herself that Yelena wasn’t all that bad, and then she pulled stunts like this and put herself back on top of Natasha’s hit list. But that was never going to change.

“What else did you show my kids, Yelena?”

No reply. Typical.

Natasha truly was outnumbered when her sister was around. But then she remembered what was really going on and a small laugh escaped Natasha’s mouth. Adorable, really.

Y/n and Isla helped as much as they could to make dinner, including standing on a chair to stir the boiling noodles and dumping the cheese packets in when instructed. Natasha was banished to setting the table after Isla gave her a lecture about her inability to cook, clearly something else she’d picked up from Yelena. But Natasha yielded, setting the cutlery down with a shake of her head. The longer it went on for, the more she tried not to laugh. And the more slip ups she noticed.

Like how Isla wouldn’t stand on the chair because she was scared of heights, even though yesterday she climbed the largest tree in the backyard. And how Y/n stood still when waiting for her turn, when she’d usually be twirling around with her apron. Natasha could only watch as Yelena heavily emphasised their names and the twins burst into giggles whenever they answered her. It was adorable to see and she couldn’t wait to tell Wanda.

They ate in silence, which was usually the case when mac and cheese was involved. And the girls did very well, Natasha gave them that, until she pulled an admittedly evil move.

“How about cookies?” Yelena asked once plates were cleared and the table was wiped down.

“It sounds good to me,” Natasha agreed, grabbing the tin and sitting back at the table. “One each, you too Yelena. And Y/n, you know the rules. You got in trouble today so you don’t get a cookie.”

She slid the tin to Isla who happily reached in until a protest sounded from the girl next to her.

“That’s not fair! That’s my cookie!”

Isla had already shoved her cookie in her mouth at this point, the crumbs sticking to her cheeks and the front of her shirt. She grinned happily, thankful she agreed to Yelena’s scheming plot.

“Mama! That’s mine!”

Natasha shook her head. “No Y/n, those aren’t the rules, you know that.”

Isla smacked her palm against the tabletop. “I’m not Y/n! She is!” She pointed at her sister harshly, who was licking the crumbs from her fingertips. “We switched!”

“Isla!” Y/n whined, “You weren’t supposed to spoil it!”

“I’m not losing my cookie, give it to me!”

“No,” Y/n said with a grin. “Mama said you can’t have one, so you can’t.”

“I hate you!”

Natasha watched the scene unfold, with Yelena looking more and more concerned. The blonde turned to her sister for help, but was met with only a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Do something!” Yelena hissed, but Natasha shook her head.

“Absolutely not,” Natasha said, leaning back in her chair. “It’s your mess, you fix it.”

“Tell her Aunt Lena!” Isla cried, tears threatening to spill. “Tell her I’m Isla! I’m not Y/n.”

Whilst Isla was nearing a breakdown, Y/n’s mean streak thickened. “These cookies really are good.”

“Mama please!”

Natasha rounded the table and placed a kiss on Isla’s forehead before passing her the biggest cookie from the tin. “Here baby, you’re okay,” she soothed, gently wiping her tears. “But your Aunt is an idiot. I did know it was you all along Isl’s, I’m sorry baby.” She picked her daughter up and set her on her lap, holding her close as she ate her cookie.

Yelena’s mouth fell open. “You knew?”

“From the moment ‘Isla’ ran to me first.” Yelena hit the table, muttering ‘dammit’ under her breath. “A mother always know, Yel. Always.”

[cipher-the-sidhe]

“You cannot speak to him,” Moon says as he sets his hand over your mouth, silencing you. You don’t have the strength to resist, much less stay conscious, but your heart begins pounding.

“You cannot look at him,” Sun says gently but with a great deal of warning in his voice as he covers your eyes with his dark digits. You’re in the dark. The speed of your breath through your nose picks up as you become hyper-alert through the fog of tiredness.

“You cannot listen to him,” they say together, voices overlaid and sending your pulse spiking as arms reach across your chest as your familiars cover the ear opposite of them. Together, their combined efforts hold you in a cage of their palms.

You’re made deaf. You’re in the dark. You’re held silent.

Perhaps you have tempted an evil into this world you were not ready for.

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From @naffeclipse ‘s “Double Toil and Trouble”

I love this scene and this fic and I wish wish wish I had time to do a proper illustration but I DONT, so I did this instead and it’ll have to do.

[thebat-musicman]

WIPS I COULD REREAD OVER AND OVER AGAIN:

Wants and Needs (well, mostly wants): Chefs kiss, I am in love. Tim is so evil and so cute. Such long chapters that i totally love.

1-800-Gotham: SO MANY MISUNDERSTANDINGS!!!! All the bats want to adopt Jax and think Angel is evil.

Drake’s Spoiled Brat (I’m sorry Dad): As you can see I am a SLUT for Tim joining the batfamily late or early. This is also filled with identity shenanigans which are my favorite.

little menace: He’s such a cute little monster. Timmy is deaged to a vaguely evil toddler which is just awesome.

Double Trouble: CHAOS LORD TIM. Nothing else exists of this which is so disappointing as im in love now.

Jason Todd’s Guide on How to be Haunted with Minimal Stress: MWAH I AM KISSING THIS. I literally reread this the second i finished it. If it’s abandoned i will host a funeral. Dick, Tim, and Damian are sent back in time and Robin!Jason mistakes them as ghosts. They’re all surprised by what a sweet innocent child he is.

god turned human: Percy Jackson crossover. It only updates once a month which is so sadddd. I need to know where it’s going.

[furashuban]

Fairy Memories

Words: 200

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57228424

Summary: Johanna remembers being a kid and meeting Hilda in the Fairy Isle.

Curled up cozily on the sofa, Hilda kept herself busy with her sketchbook over her lap and a pencil on hand. She drew herself and Twig strolling along fairy country, and beside her was a younger girl, staring and grinning back at her as they held each other’s hands and pressed on.

“Aww, Hilda, that looks lovely,” Johanna admired, taking a seat beside her daughter.

“Thanks, mum,” Hilda held up her artwork for her and Johanna to behold, “it’s been helping me relax drawing our time at the Fairy Isle. Well, all the good parts about it, at least.” She carried on putting the finishing touches on the gargantuan mushrooms and overgrown shrubs surrounding the girls as her mother watched closely.

“I still have memories of that day, you know,” said Johanna, “You finding me alone while I was crying, exploring fairy country together, yet somehow, it really feels like that happened so long ago for me. I always realize one thing whenever I look back on it, though.”

Hilda looked up at her mother curious, and Johanna grinned softly, caressing her cheek in return.

“It’s that you aren’t just my daughter, Hilda, you've always been my best friend, too.”

[welcometololaland]

Double, Double, Acting Trouble | RWRB | 30k | E

(for @clottedcreamfudge. thank you to @celeritas2997 for beta reading)

I don't really have any way to describe this fic except to say that if you've ever wanted to read the most unhinged version of Alex and Henry getting together (in a crack-taken-seriously way), then this fic is for you. It features a divorce subplot (not Alex and Henry), a sea cucumber in a pickle costume, sushi for breakfast and a rat with half a tail named Henry.

Alex, Nora and Henry stare blankly at Professor Jenemy for a long moment before Henry sighs. “Sir, is that really the point of the play?” “Yes.” “I thought the point of the play was sea cucumbers,” Nora mutters under her breath. “Would a hug suffice?” Henry offers hopefully. “A long one?” Nora adds. “We can make it extra tender. I can leap into his arms—” “A hug could be interpreted as platonic,” Professor Jenemy argues. “It must be a kiss.” “Idea,” Alex offers, seemingly without thinking. “Nora and I swap roles.” Professor Jenemy’s jaw drops open. “In what world does that make sense?” “She doesn’t want to kiss Henry and I…wouldn’t say no,” Alex amends quickly. “And besides, I’m a better kisser.”

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[lopsicle]

••Everyone Wears A Costume••

TickleTober Day 21: Costume

Characters: Lee! Double Trouble, Ler! Glimmer

Summary: While Double Trouble is held captive at Bright Moon, Glimmer decides on a different method of interrogating her prisoner.

Warnings: SFW Tickle Fic, Non-Con Tickles.

Double Trouble's time at Bright Moon had been unsuccessful, for both them and their captors. Being captured at all was obviously undesirable for the shapeshifter, but their captors had proved very, very annoying. Adora and Glimmer were constantly at each other's throats with Bow caught between them, Mermista had been sitting in a bath tub, depressed while devouring tubs of ice cream. They'd been excited to meet this Entrapta character that Catra had mentioned, only to have learned that was a lie. All they could do was sit around in their very lovely prison, shooting taunts at their imprisoners to pass the time.

And for the residents of Bright Moon, Double Trouble was nothing more than an uncooperative nuisance, not willing to give up any information about the Horde. Glimmer had suggested using more...practical means of getting them to talk, only to be promptly shut down by Adora, much to both of their irritation. Since doing anything to harm Double Trouble was out of the picture, and that Shadow Weaver's teachings were slow at helping Glimmer, she began thinking of another method to get them to talk.

Glimmer entered the lavish dining room where Double Trouble was kept, sealed within a magical circle in the centre of the room. They were draped over a velvet couch, their long legs hanging over the arm of the couch. They perked up a little at Glimmer's entrance, smiling cockily at her.

"Ah, Sparkles, what an unpleasant surprise. Here to bother me with more of your failed magic?" They let out a little giggle at the word failed, though it just caused Glimmer's stare to harden before she took in a deep breath.

"No, actually, I thought of a better way to bother you." Glimmer smirked, approaching Double Trouble who sat up with curiosity.

"Really, what's that? Gonna call in your little blond friend to argue with in front of me? Ugh, please, I can hear you two through the walls, can you keep it down?" They smirked at her, remaining unfazed as Glimmer stepped through the mystical seal, standing before Double Trouble.

"Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this." Glimmer declared with certainty that Double Trouble hadn't heard from her before, making them raise an eyebrow in curiosity before rising to their full height, staring down at Glimmer.

"Oh please, what are you gonna do Miss Friendship is Magic?" They taunted her once more, to which Glimmer looked up at them to meet their gaze.

"This." She responded simply before clasping Double Trouble's sides in her hands, vibrating her fingertips against their skin. Double Trouble made a sound akin to a dying bird and flinched back, falling back onto the couch leaving them at eye level with Glimmer. Double Trouble had been expecting something much more horrible or much more pathetic from Glimmer, given that living in the Crimson Waste for most of their life had really toughened them up. It was almost embarrassing that something as soft and silly as tickling finally got them to break composure.

"Ah! J-jehehez, I knew that ahahall of you wehehere incompetent but thihihis is a nehehew low, Spahaharkles." Still, they tried to keep up their bravado, even if they didn't look as imposing while giggling.

"Ugh, don't you ever shut up? You are going to stop belittling everything we do and actually be honest for once!" Glimmer exploded, their fingers digging into Double Trouble's torso and scratching about roughly.

"Hah, ahahahs if, prihihincess! Ihihits going to tahahke a lot mohohore thahahn your chihihldish gahahames to get me to breahahk my act!" Double Trouble smirked confidently, making Glimmer realise they were right. They weren't squirming or breaking down or even batting her hands away, they were just sitting there and taking it.

"Don't call it an act, this isn't some stupid play, its war!" Glimmer exclaimed, stomping her foot against the ground, getting more and more frustrated with Double Trouble by the second, who was finding this increasingly amusing.

"Everything I do ihihis an ahahact, juhuhuhust like how everyone wehehears a costume." Double Trouble recoiled away from Glimmer's touch, standing up off the couch and escaping her hands. She huffed in aggravation and turned to face them; they were standing so sure of themself as per usual.

"Take yourself for instance." Double Trouble's skin become silhouette-like, before appearing to melt down and then reform itself, shifting to take on Glimmer's appearance. She recoiled at the disturbing mirror, before reminding herself to keep it together.

"Your trying so desperately to be a good leader, aren't you? But, let's face facts, darling," Double Trouble approached Glimmer, who kept a stern, but combative expression on her face, like a dog acting out. "Your whole alliance is going down worse than Catra and Adora's friendship." Double Trouble flicked some of their new hair with pizzazz, about as pleased as a cat which just knocked a glass vase off of the counter.

"You are so annoying to deal with! You are talking about things you don't understand!" Glimmer whined defensively, taking a hold of Double Trouble's hips and squeezing them. Surprisingly, they shrieked and jumped back this time, seeming startled at their own reaction. It took Glimmer of guard for a second too, before a look of conniving realisation sparked in their eyes.

"Oh, I get it, you become as ticklish as the person you become, don't you?" Glimmer smirked, moving closer to her double who also stepped backwards until their back hit the transparent magical seal.

"It would appear that way, darling, real smart move to reveal your own weaknesses to me though." Glimmer, however, wasn't taking any of their teasing seriously anymore, simply reaching for her, and therefore Double Trouble's, death spot. She began kneading her fingers against their thighs, scribbling their hands about against the pudgy skin.

"H-HEHEHEHEHY-WHYHY ARE YOHOHOU SO DAHAHAHMN TIHIHIHCKLISH?!" Double Trouble screamed, having trouble adjusting to their new found sensitivity. Their composure broke instantly, keeling over and desperately trying to grab at Glimmer's hands. Unfortunately, she was a lot more coordinated than them and expertly swerved her hands away whenever they got close. Glimmer knew exactly how to press their buttons, suddenly starting to scratch at Double Trouble's inner thighs, causing them to lose their balance and fall on the floor, kicking their ticklish legs up in the air.

"What's the matter, DT? I thought you were too good for my childish games." She teased them, earning a whine from Double Trouble. She smirked in satisfaction and kept scritching and scratching away at their inner thighs, making them howl in laughter and buck their legs about in the air. A little idea buzzed into Double Trouble's head; they're only this ticklish because they shapeshifted into Glimmer, all they have to do is shift into someone else! With little time to think, Double Trouble quickly shifted into someone else from the Princess Alliance, the first person that popped into their head, Bow. Glimmer blushed for a brief moment at the change in view, before a new wave of confidence burst through them.

"Great move, genius, Bow's my best friend, I know where he's most ticklish." With pride, her fingers slid to Double Trouble's waistline, delivering light but sharp jabs against the sensitive stretch of skin. The goosing made Double Trouble scream and twist about on the floor, wrapping their arms around their torso in a protective hug while trying to unsuccessfully flip themselves onto their hyper sensitive stomach.

"G-GLIMMER, IHIHISN'T THIS A WAHAHR CRIHIHME OR SOMETHING?!" Double Trouble screamed, praying that just about anything would save them from this fate. Glimmer just tutted and shook her head.

"Shadow Weaver has it on good authority that it is not, and she seems like she'd know something like that." Glimmer responded coolly, earning another whine of some mix of desperation and frustration from Double Trouble. There had to be at least one person in this cursed castle that wasn't ticklish, right? Frantically, they began shifting their form once again, landing on a familiar blond sight, donning a red jacket with white pants. Adora. Glimmer's eyes narrowed in a mix of motion, but she kept up her costume, retaining her bravado.

"Not gonna work either, DT, I got Adora's spots down too." She teased, quickly straddling their waist before plunging her fingers into Double Trouble's ribs, scratching against the delicate bones. They pounded their heels against the floor, covering their face with their hands and gripping onto their scalp so, so tightly.

"GLIHIHIHMMER, QUIHIHIHIT IHIHT!! WHYHYH ARE YOHOHOU AHAHAHLL SOHOHOHO TIHIHHICKLISH?! JUHUHUST STOHOHOP, IHIHI'LL PAHAHAHY YOHOHU!" That offer just made Glimmer realise how much progress she had made with her previously stuborn prisoner, only encouraging them to scrape against their ribs even faster.

"You and I both know the only thing I'm interested in being paid in is information. Go on, tell me all about the Horde's plans, I'm alllll ears." She prompted them, but surprisingly, Double Trouble still shook their head, mostly because their loyalty had been brought out by the Horde and partly because of some misplaced affection for Catra.

"I-I'M GOHOHOHOHNNA PAHAHAHASS OHOHOHOHUT!!" Double Trouble announced triumphantly, all their shifting had ended up really tuckering them out, and Glimmer's constant, intense ticklish barrage. Glimmer looked into their drained eyes, realising that they had gotten them to tell the truth. Finally. It was a start, she thought to herself. Double Trouble breathed a sigh of relief as they felt her touch leaving their body, panting for breath.

"Fine, if you can't handle my childish interrogation tactics, I guess we'll call this a draw." She annouced, hoisting Double Trouble up back onto their couch, which they lazily flopped onto, burying their face in one of the soft pillows.

"I can respect that judgement, darling." They offered, not wanting to snap back and potentially anger Glimmer even more. They'd had just about enough tickles for a lifetime after that, but Glimmer still seemed like they were just getting started.

[argonaut--keene]

Okay fuck it, even if I don't finish it anytime soon or ever, I have 40 chapters of this fic that have been waiting to see the light of day for years and you know what, they're good, so I'm going to share them. Get ready, it's time to find Another Way

[scribblesofagoonerr]

favourite little buddy | buddy & monkey: double the trouble

summary: the day buddy was born and monkey met her favourite little buddy for the very first time

double the trouble masterlist

The days leading up to Buddy’s birth felt like an eternity and your anticipation was almost tangible. You were practically vibrating with excitement, counting down the moments until you could finally meet her.

“When will she be born? It feels like it’s been forever!” You exclaimed one morning as you were eating your breakfast before school, your impatience growing with each passing day.

“Not for a while yet, little one,” Jordan told you, her smile showing both amusement and patience, “She’s comfy in there.”

“I can’t wait to meet her!” You replied, your eyes shimmering with eagerness.

“She knows your voice,” Leah chimed in, a tender smile on her face as she rested her hand on her swollen belly, “She kicks every time you speak.”

“She does? Wow!” Your face lit up in awe, “Can she hear me now?”

“Uh huh,” Leah agreed as smiled faintly and gestured for your hand to rest on her bump, “Can you feel that?”

“Whoa! That’s so cool!” You exclaimed, her eyes widening as you felt the strong kick behind your hand, “I can’t believe she’s kicking me!”

“Wait until she’s born,” Jordan teased you, “You won’t be saying it when she’s old enough to kick you during an argument.”

“She wouldn’t!” You protested with a grin and shook your head.

Leah glanced at the time on the clock, “Right, come on you, time for school.”

“Aw, man. Already? Do I have to go?” You whined, hopeful that you wouldn’t have to go in.

“Yes you do,” Leah couldn’t help but laugh at your theatrics.

“I don’t want to go—what if something happens while I’m not there?” You pleaded, your eyes wide with concern, “Can’t I just miss it, just this once?”

“Nope,” Leah replied firmly in disagreement, “Nothing will happen today and you’re not missing out on school, Monkey. It’s important,”

“Only a nerd like you can think that,” You huffed in annoyance.

“I’ll try and not take that personality,” Leah quipped, pursing her lips and shaking her head, “Go to school, the day will be over before you know it. The baby isn’t going to make her arrival today, she still has quite a few more weeks to go.”

Of course Leah was adamant to ensure you attended school and kept up with everything there to not fall behind.

You pouted in protest, “Urgh, fine, alright. If you really insist that I go.”

“I do insist,” Leah confirmed, laughing at your dramatic eye roll, “Now go before you’re late.”

“Exactly, we still have to beat traffic,” Jordan chimed in as she took note of the time, “Come on, the sooner you get to school then the sooner you’ll be finished and able to get them new football boots, remember?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about them!” Your eyes lit up in excitement at the prospect of shiny new boots, “But you know I wouldn’t have a problem being late to school still.” You murmur, a cheeky grin taking over your face.

“I think not,” Leah tutted, firmly, “School. Go. Now!” She told you, pointing her index finger at you.

“Urgh, fine,” You sulked dramatically and reached to grab your backpack off the floor beside the kitchen table before you moved back to say goodbye to the baby, “Buh-bye, my favourite little buddy. I’ll see you when I’m home from hell, and maybe give Le a kick for making me go–”

“Monkey!” Leah scolded, though her smile betrayed her amusement.

“I’m only kidding!” You laughed, waving over your shoulder, “Geesh, relax a little. You’re so… tense,” You teased her, cheekily.

“I’m doin’ just fine other than dealing with a cheeky monkey like you,” Leah remarked, amused at your antics, “Stop stalling or you’ll be really late for school.”

“Fine, alright,” You grumbled in disagreement, “I’m goin’ now, but ugh, it’s such a drag!” You added, dramatically.

Jordan smiled, shaking her head, “What’s she like, eh? I’ll be back as soon as I have dropped her off,” She paused, “Love you.” She pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

“Love you too,” Leah replied, smiling, “And you, Menace, be good and don’t get into any trouble! We don’t want another phone call from the school.”

“Please, I’m an angel at school,” You said, acting innocent as you tossed your backpack over your shoulder.

“Uh huh, says the phone call that we had with your head of year just last week,” Leah reminded you, raising her eyebrow.

“That man doesn’t like me very much,” You muttered under your breath.

“Right, come on, little one,” Jordan guided you out in the direction of the front door, “School awaits.” She joked with you, nudging you gently.

“Hey kid,” Kim smiled warmly as you climbed inside of her car, “Good day at school?” She asked.

The following afternoon you were more than confused when Kim picked you up from school instead of Jordan like planned, you were meant to go and pick up new football boots with the older woman so needless to say the unexpected arrival of the Scottish woman caught you off guard.

“Where’s Jord?” You asked, jumping straight to the point as you buckle your seatbelt in.

Kim’s smile wavered slightly, “She’s at the hospital with Leah,” She paused, “Amanda is there with them as well.”

“Why?” You asked, confused as you tilt your head to the side, “Wait, is the baby coming already!?” You gasped in realisation.

“Yeah, she is,” Kim replied in agreement, her eyes softening.

Your eyes widened as fear gripped your chest, “But it’s too early! Can we go to the hospital?” You asked urgently, your voice trembling.

“It’s going to be okay, the doctors there know what they’re doing,” The Scottish woman tried to reassure you, “Leah and the baby are both in safe hands.” She added.

“Can we go there now? Please?” You pleaded, needing to be there to see them both and make sure they’re okay.

The Scottish woman nodded in agreement, “We’re heading there now.”

As you and Kim sped towards the hospital, the world outside the car seemed to blur as each minute dragged on longer than the last. You could barely even sit still, the anxiety gnawing at you with each passing second as you worried about them both.

When you finally arrived, the sterile hospital corridors stretched out like a never-ending maze. Your heart pounded in your chest, the beeping monitors and hushed voices adding to the anxiety that had settled in your bones. 

The whole lift ride up to the ward felt like it took forever, making you want to scream in frustration– You had no idea if the baby had been born yet, nor if Leah was okay either.

“Jordan’s going to come meet us to show us to the hospital room,” Kim explained, walking through the hospital with you.

Just like that on queue, you spotted the older woman and bolted towards her, “Jordy!” You shouted aloud, crashing into her arms, “Where’s Le? Has the baby been born yet? I thought there was still time!” You fired question after question at her.

“Whoa, slow down there little one,” Jordan chuckled, wrapping her arms around your smaller body, “You’re just full of beans today, huh? Don’t tell me you’ve been eating sweets on the way here.” She joked, ruffling your hair.

Grumbling in protest, you were quick to swat her hand away from touching your hair, “Get off,” You whined impatiently, “Where’s Le?” You repeated, eager to see her.

“She’s upstairs on the ward with Amanda and our baby girl,” Jordan told you, wrapping her free arm around your shoulder as she smiled and turned to look in Kim’s direction, “Thanks for picking her up and bringing her here, Kim. We’re both very grateful.”

“No problem at all,” Kim replied, smiling and waving her hand off like it’s not a problem, “How are they both doing?” She wondered, curiously.

“Great, yeah! Le has been an absolute trooper throughout,” Jordan told your Captain honestly with a genuine smile that reached from ear to ear, “And baby girl is just perfect, honestly. She’s so tiny, but I can already see us both in her so much!”

Your eyes widened in surprise, “Wait, you mean that’s already been born?” You pause, trying to understand what happened, “But… But I thought it was too soon, I thought she had weeks– That’s what you told me earlier!” You rambled, frantically.

“Hey, hey, calm down. It’s okay,” Jordan turned to face you to stop you from continuously worrying, “Baby girl was just impatient to meet us but she’s okay, honestly, she’s attached to some wires so they can monitor her in the Nicu that will help her, but she’s already striving.”

“She’s really okay?” You ask wearily, concerned about the whole aspect of her being born far earlier than she should have been.

“Yes, she’s really okay,” Jordan reassured you, nodding in confirmation, “Do you want to come and meet her now?”

Nodding fast in agreement, you break out in a beaming smile in excitement to meet the baby you’ve been anticipating for several months, “Duh, yes of course I do!”

“Right, come on then you,” Jordan chuckled and led the way back upstairs to the hospital ward where Leah and baby girl were, along with Amanda.

“I’m so excited to meet her– What does she look like? Is she tiny?” You couldn’t help but ramble as you take the ride up in the lift to get to the hospital ward, “Does she have Le’s frown?” You asked, giggling to yourself.

“She’s very tiny,” Jordan replied in agreement as the two of you enter the private ward that Leah is on with the new baby.

“Someone sounds very excited to meet the baby,” Amanda chimed in, smiling in amusement as you had heard most of the loud chatter from down the hallway, “Hi sweetheart. How are you doing?” She questioned.

“Hi, Amanda!” You exclaimed, beaming as you zipped past her towards Leah’s bed, “Le!” You threw your arms around her.

“Hey! There’s my girl,” Leah murmurs, giving you a slightly loopy smile thanks to the gas and air she’d been given to cope with the process of the labour, “Good day at school?”

“Ugh, nope. We had to do one of them dumb maths mock exams!” You grumbed, slumping against the bed, “It was the worst, I couldn’t even understand none of the questions– See? Told you I shouldn’t have it today. I can’t believe you made me go in, after all!”

Leah chuckled in amusement, “It’s your last year of school, so it’s important that you attend.”

“Yeah, yeah, blah blah blah, but you know how much school sucks! I could’ve been doing literally anything else. I still have a ton of Marvel films to catch up on,” You rambled, not stopping for a single second to draw breath, “I still haven’t watched Deadpool!”

“Oh, how will you cope?” Leah teased, ruffling your hair playfully as she listened to you become a sudden chatter-box right in that very minute compared to your usual quietness you used to have when you moved in with them, “Right, so do you want to meet your new baby sister then, eh?”

“Yes!” You nodded, enthusiastically, “Yes, of course I do! I can’t wait to meet her. Where is she?” You’re carried away with your rambling, to not even notice the small baby nestled against Leah.

“She’s right here,” Leah whispered, tilting her chin to the tiny, delicate bundle snuggled against her chest. Your breath caught as you took in your new sister for the first time, her tiny fingers wrapped around Leah’s pinky.

Jordan moved to settle down on the bed beside Leah, wrapping an arm around her protectively, "Monkey, meet your new baby sister." She introduced her to you, with a gentle smile plastered on her face.

“Whoa,” You murmur quietly, afraid that if you spoke loud enough then you would startle the tiny baby nestled on Leah’s chest, “She’s so… She’s so tiny.”

Leah hummed in agreement, brushing her thumb against her baby girls’ soft skin, “She is, but she is a lot stronger than she looks. I guess she was just a little impatient to meet us, like a certain someone else I know.”

“Just like her big sister,” Jordan added, nudging you playfully.

A huge grin spread across your face, “It sounds so weird to hear that,” You said, a little in awe, “I never saw myself as a big sister.” You murmured, finding it hard to believe that you were now.

“Get used to it, little one,” Jordan chuckled.

You peered up to smile at both of them, “I can’t believe she’s here, she’s so tiny as well. Do you think she’s bigger than my own hand?” You wonder, curiously, “Wait, what about all of those wires that you mentioned. Doesn't she need them to help her?”

“She’s okay as she is for now,” Leah reassured you gently, “Do you want to hold her? I’m sure our little bubba would love a cuddle from her big sister.”

“I… I don’t know,” You hesitated for a minute, “What if I drop her, or something? She’s so small.”

“You’ll be fine,” Leah said, her voice protective yet encouraging, “You just need to remember to sort her head when you hold her,” She told you, as you inch towards her, settling down on the bed as Jordan helped to pass the tiny bundle directly into your own arms, “There you go, just look like that.”

“She seems content already,” Jordan chimed in, watching the interaction as she shared a smile with Leah and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “Our two girls.”

“Our two girls,” Leah murmured in agreement, leaning into her girlfriend’s embrace, watching the tender moment shared between the two of you.

Carefully, you held your new sister in your arms and felt a surge of protectiveness, “Hi Buddy, I’m Monkey,” You whispered, your voice barely louder than a whisper, “I know I just met you, but you’re my little sister. Biologically or not, I’ll always watch out for you and protect you. We’re going to have a ton of fun, and I’m going to teach you so many new things. You’re my favourite little buddy!”

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jordannobbs welcome to the world, buddy 👣❤️

soaking up the newborn bliss over the last couple of days. our hearts are so full of love for our new baby girl 👶🏼❤️

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[eskiix]

Roberto/OC Enemies-to-Lovers, Post-Villa

Chapter 6

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Summary: Louise cares too much about everything, and the only thing Roberto cares about is his career. Neither is strictly true, but that's how everyone sees them. Including each other. —-- Just when Louise thinks everyone’s moving on and leaving her behind, she’s handed the golden opportunity to fix everything by planning her best friend’s hen do. At least, that’s the idea, anyway. One week of sun, sea, cocktails, clubbing, and… the world’s most arrogant pilot.

[lupine-trees]

humility

[ for @microficmay day 14. drarry | rating: t | word count: 254 | part 12 | part 1 here | read the full story here ♡⋆˙ ]

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After a morning of broom maintenance and more testing on his (as-yet-in-progress) training wheels charm, Harry finds Draco in the tertiary lab. It’s small and unadorned and the one McGonagall set aside for Draco to complete his Owl-post potions mastery program.

Draco sits at his scattered desk, flipping through envelopes and scribbling into his notebook. The work table is a stark contrast, organized carefully, neat as a pin. A small pewter cauldron bubbles over the low simmer of a charmed hearth stone.

“Wolfsbane?” Harry murmurs, finally catching Draco’s attention.

His gaze snaps up, a smile flicking over his face before falling away.

“The mod I’ve been working on. I’m trying to imbue some of the elements of a Pepper-Up, so the characteristic crash isn’t quite so abrupt, but the bicorn horn and the occamy egg powder are counteractive— I mean, obviously. I thought I could use dried occamy as a substitute, but it doesn’t perform as efficiently alongside the necessary dosage of Sopophorous beans.”

He taps his fingers across the desktop, thoughtful.

“I’m wondering if I could supplement the dried occamy with porcupine quills, but there have been limited studies on their interactions, and nothing that’s gone to the clinical stages, and I don’t really have time to start from scratch, at least not right now, but I thought— what?” Draco falters.

“Nothing,” Harry says, lopsided grin unchecked.

Draco frowns.

“You’re remarkable,” Harry huffs, approaching his desk.

The tips of Draco’s ears go pink.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he says.

“Don’t be modest,” Harry answers.

[mrsbsmooth]

It was out of the question, it was completely off the table. It was unacceptable, unfeasible, unthinkable, and plain and simple, not going to happen.

She curled her arms around Lewie’s neck, whispering to him.

“Caden can’t know.”

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Katie doesn't date footballers. Her twin brother makes damn sure of it. Until... she falls for one.

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💕 Forbidden romance // Football AU

💕 Rated E for explicit (it’s me, duh)

💕 4 chapters, 16k+ words

[rebelrayne]

Chapter 3: your night on AO3

start from the beginning // fic summary

Fumbling with his phone, it tapped on the desk before he caught it in his hand again. He looked up and shot her a dirty look; his dark hazel eyes glared through slits and his nose wrinkled as he clicked his tongue. “Do you even know how to knock, or were you just raised without manners, Nat?” “Do you even know what time it is, or were you raised without manners?” Her arms uncrossed, one falling to her side. Lifting her other hand, she snapped her fingers with wide, unbelieving eyes. “Some of us have places to be, Hamish! Not everyone wants to be a workaholic with no plans or reasons to be at home.” Maybe most people didn’t have plans to go out because it was Monday night, but it was also January 9th and Nat’s twenty-fifth birthday. Not that Hamish would have known that; he’d kept himself holed up in his office avoiding her all day after his embarrassing defeat earlier at her reception desk. Not that she’d have wanted to eat vanilla cake with buttercream frosting from B Cakes with Hamish anyway. Honestly, it was the best gift he could have given her—too bad he was ruining it by loitering at work and kept her from locking the office up. Hamish Lennox-Ross was being a selfish dick. Shocker!

[willkimurashat]

Rant? (potential spoilers?)

Alright, don't hate me for this, but I actually feel bad for Amelia. Firstly, no one's interested in her romantically (story of my life, and let me tell you, that really does your head in sometimes). Secondly, she's been put in the middle of drama multiple times now, for the sake of drama and/or for shaking her already somewhat shady/unsteady relationship with her twin. Thirdly, the guy that is supposedly head over heels with mc (in my game it was Roberto) goes on to kiss Amelia and then she has to act like nothing happened because she doesn't want to cause more drama for her sister, plus, he still acts all pouty around mc and looks disappointed when she doesn't pick him at the recoupling. Who's to say that Zeph didn't actually pine for Amelia the whole time he's been in a relationship with mc, and Amelia just had to watch that with pain all these years?? And now she has to see everyone in the villa swoon over mc, while she is, again, left in the shadow. I meannn, if I were Amelia, I'd probably cry all day or walk, ngl. So no, I don't want to be her enemy, we're siblings and I want us to be on the same team - I don't want any discourse between us, I just want to forget the past and for her to be happy in a couple with someone who genuinely cares for her.