Hello!! đ€ I was wondering if you could write something where Joel is the readerâs college professor, and then Prof. Miller INSISTS that reader comes over to his home for tutoring assistance, (because of failed tests or bad essays), and then finally coaxes her into letting him have his way with her.
hi nonnie! here it is! i hope you enjoy đ
extra credit
6.2k | joel miller x afab!reader (professor!joel au)
rating: 18+ MDNI
warning: professor!joel au, age gap (joel is 46, reader is 21), soft!dom joel, pining, consensual sex, pet names (darlin', doll, baby), oral (f receiving), face riding, fingering, piv (unprotected, wrap it folks), squirting, joel spitting over the reader's ass for 0.5 seconds (OOPS IDK???), a pretty dress with easy access, hints of after care, spoiler: honestly prof. miller could've told reader to just do the paper in a different format but â that's the point đ€
When you picked your major, English was a necessary credit needed to achieve your goals. It wasnât your strong suit, but you werenât one to quit just because you were bad at it. So far you were coasting through, getting a mix of good and bad grades in your English Lit class when the last essay before finals was presented.
Among the crowd in Professor Millerâs lecture hall, you typically sat in the front. He hands out papers, hovering by your desk. Giving you a look of disapproval, he places the grade face down. You peel the pages in anticipation, a sense of dread falling over you when you scan the big, red mark of failings. âShit,â you say to yourself. That was it. That was the grade that was the defining factor of whether or not you had to retake this course. You use the side of your hand to wipe sneaky tears in falling. You failed. Doing your best to keep it together, youâre not sure you even heard the rest of the lecture from the possibilities running through your mind. What were you to do? How would you recover?
Class was over before you knew it. The sounds of bags zipping and feet stepping, you stayed seated until you were able to look over to Professor Miller. Dressed in black slacks, a brown button-up with leather shoes. His hair was slick, the slightest bit of salt and pepper patched at his sideburns. He looked like he had it all figured out, and that struck a nerve. A feeling of jealousy that he knew what he was doing, and you obviously did not.
Professor Miller calls your name when the class is emptied, and you sniffle, standing up to straighten your skirt. Your manicured nails pick up your essay as you walk over in an attempt to hand it to him. âI guess you want this back,â you hold your full bottom lip between your teeth.
âDid you read the material?â Professor Miller inquires, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His voice is so dark and honied in comparison to his scowl. Proving not to judge a book by its cover. The irony.
âWell, I did, but⊠I struggle with this stuff. Predicates and imagery? Iâd rather be learning about biology. But I need this course, you know. And IâŠ,â you swallow hard. God, the last thing you want is to embarrass yourself in front of your teacher. He doesnât know you, out of the hundreds of people he teaches â how could he possibly even remember your name?
âHey,â Professor Miller takes his glasses off, putting them on the table. He looks as concerned as you are over it and crosses his arms. Keeps his distance. âIt happens, you know. There are things we can do to accommodate. Youâre very bright, Iâd hate to see you fail. You have options. I canât let you rewrite the paper, but I could tutor you for your final. Another option is getting a student tutor, but itâs rare. You know the workload of this university. Not a lot of people are willing to sacrifice their precious time.â
âAnd you are?â You look up at him with grateful, bright eyes and he loves it. The praise just from your stare alone is cause for him to clear his throat.
âListen, for someone like you, I believe it is important to help. You just need a little more time understanding what youâre doing, is all. Iâm not in my office for the rest of the weekend, though. Youâd have to come by my houseâŠ,â he watches those pretty eyes widen again, and that makes a smirk fall over his greying features, âif thatâs okay, of course. If itâs not, we could work something else out.â
You think about it. Youâve never had a teacher invite you over, much less someone who looked the way he did. Though, that was neither here nor there. His lips formed words you couldnât even pay attention half the time in hearing. Maybe that was part of the reason why you were failing in the first place. But you needed to pass, and if he could help you â and was so kind enough to do it in the first place, you should jump at the first opportunity.
âOkay. Is there a particular time youâd like me to be there?â
âAre you busy tonight?â
What the fuck. That makes your heart race.  Tonight? Tonight?! Tonâ
âTonight⊠tonight is good.â How did you even form the words?
âPerfect,â he started, bending down to write his address on a sticky note â his cologne wafts in your direction, and you clamp your legs shut reflexively. âHereâs my address. 7 oâclock.â
âSeven. Okay⊠thank you, Professor Miller.â
âPlease, call me Joel.â His teeth gleamed in a smile, and his personality shined through it.
A personality you didnât get to see too often from your position behind a desk.
Shit.
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According to your phone, he didnât live very far from campus, and you were able to walk to his house without breaking too much of a sweat. You decided on a black dress, although it was a casual one, that paired nicely with your sneakers. It had buttons down the front with a relaxed collar. Your bag slung over your shoulder when you knocked on his door, a nervousness fluttering in your stomach. It was such a weird thing, meeting your professor in his home. Much less having him request you call him by his first name.
Your knees all but buckled when you saw him on the other side of the door.
He looks⊠young in his jeans. His t-shirt stretched over the broadness of his shoulders, but itâs still loose enough that it doesnât look ill-fitted. His stomach, soft at the bottom. You flash him a smile, but internally youâre reeling over how casual he looks. Youâd never seen him like this, not even during those school meetings that were informal.
âHey, you,â heâs bright, too. Charismatic as he invites you into his home. Takes your bag, lets you take your shoes off until youâre in your socks. His words hit your stomach, how easy it is for him to talk to you like youâre the brightest sunflower. Whatâd you even do to deserve it?
âHi, Profâ uh, Joel,â you titter, taking in the curated decor of his home. It was sophisticated, yet a little cheesy at the same time. His alumni cover his walls and a mix of pictures. Some with a couple of young girls you assumed were his children. He has children, you swallow.
âWasnât too hard to find this place, right? When I moved here, I wanted to make sure I wasnât too far â not much of a morninâ person,â Joel laughs and you do, too. Fuck, this feels so easy. But itâs nothing â itâs nothing.
What you donât pick up on right away is his open body language. He places your bag on his couch and you follow him like a puppy â he likes that. You look so soft under the sienna hue of his lights, your hair falling into place naturally. Plump and ripe for the taking. Of course, he meant it when he said heâd tutor you, but the air got thick the moment the door was shut behind the two of you. What were you doing to him?
Joelâs large frame walks over to his bar cart, turning on his heel to face you, âInterested?â
âHuh?â You blink and he laughs again at your deer caught in the headlights expression. Youâre cute.
âDo you drink?â
âOh, uh⊠water would be nice.â
âWater it is,â Joelâs pleasant, gesturing his hand for you to follow him. And you do â that puppy he was coming to know, right to his kitchen. You study the marble countertops, the farmhouse style kitchen sink.
âSo, tutoring,â he starts, taking a glass from the cupboard, he fills it with filtered water before handing it to you â you thank him with a nod, âI was thinking we could look at your paper, and then go over how to fix things in the future?â When you take the water from him, your fingers graze. The first sign of contact, your head continues to nod unthinkingly, but all that scorches your mind is how his skin feels.
âThat sounds good,â you overcompensate, shoving the ideas from your mind. He was your teacher, and it was easy to get back into the mode of why you were here.
Joelâs expression doesnât change much, still the same grin with hooded eyes and wrinkles at his forehead. The two lines between his brow. âAlright, well I have it on the coffee table. Letâs get settled on the couch, and weâll get started, okay?â
So you agree. You take your glass of water and follow him back to the couch where everything was set up â your paper, his laptop. All of the correction marks in your face as you sit down. You take another sip of water before placing it down on the coaster. You dread it, you really do. Going over your failures? You scrunch your nose up to yourself, but Joel notices when youâre both settled on the cushions.
âYou know, Voltaire said, âperfect is the enemy of goodâ,â Joel bends his knee on the couch, thigh pressing into the cushion to turn to you and it causes the couch to shift. The quote makes you giggle a little to yourself, and you shake your head. âWhat?â His eyebrow quirks in curiosity.
âVoltaire also popularised the story of Newtonâs apple, doesnât make it true.â
âHuhâŠ,â Joel trailed off, keeping his eye on you â his tongue skating over his bottom lip in thought. You were so quick all he could really do was laugh, and that made your shoulders relax. Makes you feel more in control and comfortable to laugh at yourself. âYou got an answer for everything?â
âNot everything. See this,â you pick up your paper, thumbing over the ink of corrections the man on the couch made and you shrug, âI donât really understand why this got marked wrong.â Joelâs gaze flashes over your mouth when your teeth press into the plushness of your bottom lip â he should be given some damn award for having so much self control around you.
âWrong format. This citation works for your research papers, right?â He nods with you before leaning in closer, that damn cologne coming back in full force just like earlier in the day. You all but freeze when his warm touch graces you again â this time, fingers tracing over where youâre holding the paper. âOh,â your voice is soft, a bit of disappointment pangs at your ribs. You were so busy you didnât even realise that was the majority of the issues you had.
âSo⊠itâs not really what I wrote, itâs how I wrote it? You asked if I read the material?â
âExactly. If you read the syllabus, youâd see the required format. Listen, there are some ways for extra credit, I do think this is salvageable.â
You suddenly feel silly.
You did all that work, Professor Miller was kind enough to let you into his home, and it was all for some redundant formatting. An open palm curls over your chin as you look at the paper in deep contemplation.
âI really fucked up,â you say, hushed in the space.
âYou didnât fuck anything up,â you manage an exhale of amusement at the sound of your teacher curse. You shift your gaze to look at him. The curls at the nape of his neck, the way his t-shirt dropped enough so you could see his neck, his chest. The freckles that splayed over his aged skin. âYou just needed someone to tell you what to do.â
That was the loaded statement. And a pointed one, it seems. Someone to tell you what to do. And Joel wanted to be that person? Your eyebrows raise for a flash, thumbing over the paper.
âThat would be too easy,â you scratch at your neck idly before going for the glass of water, sipping in contemplation. â...I mean, I shouldâve known better.â
Joel takes the glass from you, offering himself a sip of your water and it stuns you speechless, doing your best not to convey it. Maybe he did that just because this was his house. That mustâve been it. He was comfortable, but goddamn â the eye contact he gave you when he swallowed the liquid.
It felt intentional.
He watches your features, vague as they were, in what to do next. He honestly wasnât so sure what he was doing either. What? I know how to give you extra credit, sweetheart. Too forward, too boastful, too⊠cheap. You deserved better than that. He saw you in class, how hard you were on yourself. He talked to your other teachers, how well you were doing in your other classes. He felt for you. And he was a bit lost in your eyes. You were all too pretty, too brilliant to be dimmed down to a fuck for extra credit. Joel could see that. He wasnât even sure what he was thinking, you had him distracted. You threw him off without even trying. The plight within him grew stronger as he handed back the glass.
âYouâre too hard on yourself,â Joel straightens up, his hand cups over your forearm in a way thatâs understanding, but also makes goosebumps rise. You look down to see where you connect and he pulls away slightly. âSorry, Iâ,â âNo, itâs okay,â you agree, âItâs okay. Youâre right.â
âItâs just, I see hundreds of bright, beautiful young people every year, but none of them have stood out to me like you.â He canât believe the words that are coming out of his mouth. The candor, the nerve. A filthy old man, thatâs all he was in the eyes of someone as sweet and innocent as you were. Even if you happened to be experienced â god, what was he thinking?!
Joel clears his throat, shifting a bit in his seat, but he sees the way your lips part, but your eyes donât show an ounce of shock or distain. They look soft, and⊠willing. You know that is because the pull at your core feels too strong to think of anything else. You look down at his left hand, making sure youâre not dreaming. Heâs not married? Youâd casually look at his hands from time to time during class and ignored the ache it gave you, but this? So close? Backed by the glow of his house? It was so different from the boys you were used to. In their dorms or disgusting apartments. It smelled as nice as it looked. You realise youâre not speaking, but the way you lean into him says more than you really ever could.
âI donât know what to say,â shyly, you touch your knuckles to your cheek, âyou should teach the guys that go here how to chat with someone.â
Itâs a mutter, but not to yourself. You drink one more mouthful of what you were offered before putting it back on the coaster. Honestly, any distraction was welcome to defer from the ever-present density in the room.
âThose guys donât know what theyâre talkinâ about anyway. I know I didnât at that age.â
There. The topic right in front of both of your faces.
âHow old at you, anyway?â You inquire, thumb mindlessly circling over your knee. Joel tracks it, licking over his lips as he answers. âForty-six. You?â
âTwenty-one.â
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
Thereâs this standstill, as if youâre both in the air together looking at each other in slow motion. How will this land? What are you both even doing here like this?
âIâm sure your boyfriend takes good care of you,â Joelâs eyes, round and bright brown, get lost in yours â the way your breath hitches, the shift of your thighs on his sofa. He wondered what you tasted like, what sounds you make when these boys who donât know what theyâre doing with their tongue attempt to eat you out. Do you fake it? Do you give it to them straight? Neither of you had a drink from that bar cart in the corner of the room, but somehow youâve become closer â and more intoxicated.
âDonât have one,â you respond softly, orbs flickering to the set of plush lips that grow more red the longer you let the tension build, âwhat about you? N-no partner?â
Your attempt in confidence wavering the longer he stares at you. Itâs like staring back into the sun and you have your brows knit together until the tug of muscle makes your forehead hurt â smoothing them apart with the twitch of muscle fibers.
âNo partner,â Joelâs hand settles on your thigh and you canât hold it back; you gasp. But you do something he doesnât anticipate, or well, you donât do something: you donât pull away.
How did you two get to the topic, anyhow?
How did you end up straddling his lap, for that matter?
Itâs within six eager seconds that his hand, hot and rough, touches your soft skin, and you â green, you â fervent, throw all inhibitions aside and lunge. Itâs more fluid than you realise, and his hands (both now) grip the backs of your bare thighs and you whimper at the sensation of him squeezing you. Your wetness against your cotton panties grows from the kneading alone. No, absolutely not, the boys back in the dorms didnât know how to do this.
It takes an even shorter time for your mouths to meet. Heâs first to kiss, and he tastes like coffee and his dinner, and the faintness of a cigarette â maybe early in the day? You couldnât tell, your head was swimming too deep in now to come back from.
And although his calloused fingers roll patterns into your soft skin, heâs just as willing. Just as desireful and you can feel it beg to be set free at the seam of his jeans. His tongue skirts against yours, hips rolling up the second yours tempt to roll down; causing you both to moan in each otherâs mouths.
It gets feverish after that. All teeth, tongue, bite.
You donât want to stop, you donât want to take a moment to breathe because fuck, that could stop things. That could make him realise what is happening.
But that only is another item to your list of naivety.
Because Joel, heâs ready. His masculine arms wrap around your frame to lift you up just enough so he can get out of his fucking jeans that he now regrets wearing. Shoulda been wearinâ sweats, but itâs effortless⊠eventually. He hurriedly pushes the thick fabric down until they hit at his thighs and youâre pushed down onto his boxers that â holy fucking shit â leave nothing to the imagination. âJoel, J-,â you pant between kisses, fingernails digging into the base of his neck, he pauses. Pulls away, gets a good look at your face.
âYâwant this?â And goddamn, you canât see yourself, but you imagine you look just as fucked out as he does. On the cusp of every little fantasy heâs had about you from the moment you sat down behind that desk.
âI want this,â you repeat. You werenât sure exactly when the nerves subsided, maybe because all of the blood is now rushed at the apex of your thighs, but you mean it.
You want this. You want Professor Miller.
âYou got me,â his breath dances over your lips before guiding you back a bit, âhere⊠Iâm going to lie back, I want you toâ Iâll show you.â Your lips quirk up at the fact heâs so flushed he canât even finish his sentence.
But that soon turns to you flushing when you realise his request. âI â what?â
âNo?â Joel sits up on his elbows, looking over to you and youâre worried youâve killed the mood. Itâs just, straddling his face? Blood rushes to your cheeks.
âIâve never done that⊠What if itâs bad?â His eyes, reassuring, but a deep shade of black now beckons you.
âDarlinâ, I think youâll be a natural. But I can teach you, if thatâs what you want.â
You swallow, straddling his knees somewhere at the bottom of the couch and you think about it.
Joel, on the other hand, was living in a fantasy of teaching you things in and out of school. Showing you how to make yourself feel good on his mouth â make you forget all about the essay that caused you grief today. He leans over, pushing it under the couch out of view for good measure.
âOkay,â you agree, though nerves still flood you. âOkay, you wanna take your panties off?â You lick your lips at that, biting back another whimper that brought you to this predicament in the first place. And you did â you wanted nothing more than to slip your underwear off and give into your pleasures. His voice was deep, graveled with the prospect of him fucking you senseless on his couch and who were you to deny him that?
Who were you to deny yourself that, more importantly.
âYeah,â doing as you say, you slip off your lace-trimmed undies and abandon them somewhere on your Professorâs floor. âFuck,â you mutter. This was naughty.
âAlready so good for me,â you werenât even sure that Joelâs voice could get deeper, or more inviting, but it does. You bite your lip and oblige when he pats his chest. Going over to him, you straddle just above his broad shoulders, and heâs almost out of view with him like this â somehow making it easier to just feel what he could do to you.
Joel on the other hand? All he can do is see the outline of your glistening core from the shadowed tent youâve made of your dress and his groans are muffled slightly from the fabric, âFuckinâ Christ,â he wants to devour you, but he takes his time instead.
Peppers kisses along your thighs that make you claw the armrest, causes you shiver at the contact and you canât believe this is happening. âJ-Joel,â you hesitate, but his hands are wrapped around your hips now, fingers digging into the breadth of your ass.
âSit.â Joel commands.
Oh, fuck.
Youâre almost certain youâll break skin at your lips from biting down so hard, but you do as youâre told. Anchoring down, itâs subtle at first â the brushing of his facial hair against your folds, his chin prying you apart. Then, itâs incredibly palpable. His lips are the first thing you feel as they press and kiss over your middle and as you shudder it only makes your muscles sink deeper on him. Youâre the first to moan, and then Joel, and his mouth is open when he invites you inside it.
âOh, my god,â thighs shaking, Joel flattens his tongue under the hood of your clit, a body part you were certain hadnât been touched by anyone else but yourself. There was no time to compare, the white hot pleasure coursed through your veins and he took his time with it, too. Made sure he was teasing you, his tongue dipping inside your entrance, as sloppy as it felt. âHmmn,â you canât speak, forearms resting on the armrest now as your head hangs between your shoulders and his fingers make pliable work of your asscheeks. Pushing you down, using your hips to move back and forth against his mouth â like heâs using you while you use him.
The air is thick under your dress, sticky and humid, as Joel swirls this tip of his devilish tongue in the most astonishing circles youâve ever experienced, and you know itâs because he has more experience than you do. Has so much to teach you, if you let him. Your mouth hangs open as you try to inhale, but itâs just too much. Especially with the way he thumbs into your stomach, then your pubic bone â lifting it just slightly to expose your clit to him. An angle, not even you have found yourself.
It almost feels like too much. Itâs intentional, the way his tongue flicks over that bundle of nerves right at the top of your cunt. Delicious, deliberate. Two fingers greet your entrance and it startles you, the way heâs rubbing your hole with his two fingers in slow circles before pressing them where you want them most.
âTell me you want it,â you hear, muffled and fucked, and you shiver at the slightest bit of lack of contact.
âI want it, I want your fingers â please!â
And that seems to send him over the edge of how much heâs willing to hold back because heâs exactly where he was. Mouth on your clit, but fingers skillfully pressing inside of you and you donât know how long youâll last. Not with the pads of his fingers tapping in the perfect tempo against the ridged spot inside you.
Thatâs when a weird sensation comes over you. A pressure, you felt like you had to pee and your insides pulled in more trying to keep it all contained. âIâ,â you start, but it happens so suddenly. Your orgasm rushes through you, convulsing and almost falling over the edge of the couch, you dig your fingernails into the upholstery. Your eyes roll back, and fuck, so are your hips. Unable to stop yourself using Joelâs mouth to keep you exactly right there. Pleasure pricks your skin, it feels like every cell is ignited â but you jump when you feel a rush of fluid come out of you. The pressure rebounding out, then rippling pleasure back inside you. Joel fucks you with his tongue and fingers until he feels you calm down.
âW-what, what⊠did I do?â You pant, and Joel is groaning, too. He lifts your hips to get lungfuls of oxygen, so dizzy on you and you notice how soaked his pair of fingers feel on your skin. Sits you down on his chest and you can see his face finally. Can see his mouth parting, gasping as his eyes are hooded and so gone. Curls stick to his forehead, his shirt a dampened colour at the collar. You blush heavily, embarrassed because you arenât even sure what that was. Did he hate that, was that weird?
âCâmere,â he growls with gritted teeth and sits up, the tables turning instantly. Joelâs stripping his shirt off, kicking every last bit of the bottom half he had on to be abandoned on the floor. His fingers remove the buttons, but he canât really get them â those fingers too big for the buttons. âHere,â you whisper, an intense feeling of lust falling over any self-conscious self talk you had. You undo the top of your dress one button at a time until your breasts are released from your bra â you moan when he has no problem spilling your tits from the satin, nipples in stiff peaks from your orgasm. And everything else.
âYou know what you did?â Joel asks, taking both of your nipples between his fingers from each hand. You moan, lifting your hips and he bites his lip when he sees your cunt front under your dress. âWhat was it?â You ask, curiously. Innocently.
âYou squirted fâme, baby,â he slurs, thumbing over your clit now as he gets a good look at you and heâs drunk on you. His cock throbbing against your thigh, he taps it against your skin before realising what he needed.
 âFuck,â Joel mutters and you can tell by the tone itâs not just at your appearance. âWhat is it?â You inquire, eyebrows knit.
âGotta get a condom,â you hear him mutter, getting onto one foot and you stop him. âNo. No. I want to feel you. Itâs okay, I donât get pregnantââ well that sentence isnât exactly how you mean for it to come out, but your mind is mush, your body feels boneless underneath him, and he chuckles at that. At how gone your brain is. Here he was, thinking he was the only one. âOkay, okay, darlinâ. I believe ya.â
And really, maybe he should be using more discretion. But he canât get the feeling of you out of his head. You were everywhere. His mouth, his glistening chest and beard. He takes you by the hips then, sitting back to flip you on your hands and knees with your help and you moan at the sensation. Joel looks down at you, groaning of your ass in the air, pushing back for his cock. âSuch a needy little thing, now,â itâs as if someone else is talking. This isnât the Professor Miller you know. This man has layers and youâre first in line to know exactly what that entails.
Joel takes the base of his cock, bobbing it as it throbs alive in his hand and runs through your slick with the head of it. âSo fucking wet. Beginning to think youâve been wanting this for as long as I have.â
You bite a whine and he can see the back of your head nodding as you crane your neck back enough to make eye contact, but his eyes fall down to your ass pressing eagerly on his cock. Doing your best to press him inside yourself.
âGo ahead,â he slaps his cock on your folds and you mewl at the wet sounds coming from it. âTake my cock.â
And take, you do. Joel holds it out for you, keeps it steady and you push back slow on his cock. Clenching around the head and he growls at that. âYou dirty thing. This how you fuck all your teachers?â It burns your skin, pushing your face into your arm and you shake your head.
âWords.â He warns.
âJust you! Just you, Joel!â
âJust me,â he parrots, hissing when you shift back and you both twitch and groan when you take him to the hilt of you. It was so thick, stretching you out until you felt split apart from him. âJust me, show me then. Show me how you fuck me.â
You bite into your arm then, choking on a sob as you push your ass back over and over. Your cunt taking him deep like this, it almost feels like too much and not enough at once. Torturously slow against the spongy spot again
 It felt so amazing taking him yourself, but it was like an itch you couldnât scratch on your own. The tapping of his balls against your clit was too far apart in tempo, his cock speared inside you at a pace that didnât have quite the same leverage as Joel did behind you.
His hands busied themselves on your ass, peeling the muscle apart â pressing his digits to leave bruises and just when you think itâs too much to take, he gives you something else. His spit falling from his lips right to the velvet of your asshole. You shudder and flutter around him when it falls to where youâre connected. Your fingertips grip the other armrest now, cheek resting atop of your hand and you canât do it yourself anymore. âFuck me, Joel! Professor Miller, please!â
âShit â you know where to push, donât you?â Joelâs wide hands slide up your sides, keeping them locked in place as he pulls your hips to him at first. Using your whole lower body, your head hands doing your best to keep yourself up but youâre so close when he uses you like this. When he picks up the pace and you let your head fall on his throw pillow â your screams of desire are targeted into the plush cushion.
Joel is bound up in amazement behind you. How you feel around him, your gorgeous figure in front of him as he gives you every bit of power he can now. His hips hammering into you, but with the right amount of speed â not too fast, not too slow. The sound of his balls slapping against your clit is faster now, and the difference is what you focus on. The way it sounds. Joel feels you tighten, pulse around his own pulse and he has to say something to you. Has to talk you through it, even if heâs not sure youâll like it.
âSo fuckinâ good for me,â he drapes his body over your back, huffing into your ear as the controlled weight of him pushes your ass down just enough to make your thighs shake. You are soaked, sticky against his abdomen, between your thighs. Over your own stomach. You move your face so you can feel his skin closer against your. His lips staying on your cheekbone, he grunts and nods.
âThatâs it, fuckinâ take it. I know you can take it. Those shaky fuckinâ thighs better hold on.â
You feel yourself coil and he is quick to sooth over your hips with his palms.
âRelax, baby. Thatâs it, thatâs good, darlinâ. Shh, easy. Do you feel that heat?â
You nod hopelessly, the buildup was so strong you couldnât do anything but curl your fingers into fists and whimper repeatedly.
âGive into that heat. Come for me, I know you can be so good for me. Good for â fuck â fuck. Good for my cock,â Joel groaning in your ear makes you flutter uncontrollably, and he wastes no time in wrapping his arm around your front, rolling quick circles at the split of your cunt, right at your clit. âMilkinâ my fuckinâ cock like that, donât stop. Donât fuckinâ stop,â he grits, and youâre gasping.
Clawing at the pillow, head craning up and back as you come. Mouth gaped, Joel takes advantage â pouring his tongue into it, swirling and drinking you while his cock bottoms into you repeatedly until he canât take it anymore. You feel too good. Perfect, even.
âJoel!â Your whine is high, as your wet folds take his merciless shoves. âYou feel so good, youfeelsogood!â Your lip quivers, jerking in aftershocks that feel a lot like multiple orgasms. You arenât even sure how you feel, but he knows he has to pull out. So he tells you, rough and pained against your ear. He doesnât want to any more than you do. But as soon as he does, that reward feels just as sweet.
He exhales roughly through his nose, a popping sound filling the room when he pulls out. Not even needing to touch himself to spill himself over the small of your back.
âFuck,â heâs out of breath, grunting, and doing his best not to collide into you. Youâre still, the nape of your neck dews with sweat and you can feel it stick to your dress instantly.
âStay there,â Joel pulls away, and you sit up on your elbows now that youâre fully flat and study his frame walk into the kitchen.
The back of him is just as irresistible as the front.
You hum hungrily at the landscape of his back. But you do as you say, you donât move a muscle. When he comes back, you take note of the splotches of his chest, his neck red and sheened with sweat, too. Heâs just as disheveled. The paper towel he comes back with is rough against your lower back, but tickles more than anything else.
Makes you wriggle and laugh.
âWhat did I say?â He threatens, but his voice is much more smoother and tender. More playful. More like what youâre used to.
âTickles!â
âYou must endure it if you know whatâs good for you.â heâs finished enough for you to roll over. You pull your tits back into your bra with another low laugh, but to yourself at how exposed and a mess youâre sure you look on your professorâs couch.
âI think I like that threat.â
âNo more,â and that makes your heart drop. He must be able to see the disappointed look on your face, so he rephrases his sentence in an instant. âNo more tonight.â
âMaybe I should be teaching you the importance of ambiguity.â
âNext lesson.â
Your heart soars just as fast as it dropped.
---
While you slip on your sneakers, you turn your heel to him â bag in tow. âListen, I donât want this to be why I passed.â
âItâs not â it wonât be,â Joel chews up the space between you â his hand pressing against the doorframe that your delicate hand adorns at the knob, fully dressed himself, now. âYou will pass by your own volition. I meant it â you are bright. You wonât let anybody take that from you, will you?â You knew that wasnât a question as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, but you still swayed your head ânoâ.
âNot even me.â He whispers, pressing his lips to your forehead before dropping his arm â allowing you to leave. And thatâs exactly what heâll let you believe.
âEspecially not you.â You smile, leaning up to kiss his lips â your flavour lingers over his facial hair and tongue. Your panties in his pocket.
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cw: squished snail :(
poly!wolfstar x whimsical!reader ⥠900 words
Remus comes home, juggling his umbrella with three drinks from the coffee shop down the street, to find you and Sirius kneeling outside your front door. You seem to be placing dead leaves in a circle around a wet-looking smudge on the ground.
âUm.â He steps under the overhang of your roof, adjusting his hold on the drinks to set down his umbrella. âWhatâs going on?â
âWeâre surrounding the snail with dead plants so it can be nourished in the next life,â Sirius says easily. Like this is something he does often. âWatch your step, handsome.âÂ
Remus heeds the warning, stepping carefully around the circle and behind the two of you. Thatâs when he notices your clothes.Â
For Sirius, wearing black isnât so unusual. He knows it sets off his tattoos and comparatively milky complexion, and he loves nothing more than a dramatic juxtaposition. But you, Remus didnât even know you owned clothes this colorless. Your dress is loose and flowy, an inky black thatâs more of a contrast against your generally lighthearted disposition than itâs ever been against Siriusâ coloring. You look lovely as always, but like a dulled version of your usual self.Â
âAre we having a funeral?â Remus asks carefully.
Your posture is slumped, droopy as a weeping willow. âYeah,â you reply glumly. âI went to take out the trash, and I couldnât see in front of me. I crushed them.â Your voice seems to quiet further at the end, some mixture of shame and mourning clogging your throat.Â
âThem?â
âThe snail,â Sirius clarifies. He rubs between your shoulder blades. âIt was an accident, sweetheart.âÂ
You nod, taking in a bolstering breath. âA funeral feels like the least I can do to try to honor them after cutting their life short.âÂ
âOh, thatâs very thoughtful of you.â Remus kneels on your other side, ignoring Siriusâ sharp look when he canât help a little grunt at the ache in his joints. He sets your drinks where they wonât get knocked over. âMaybe this was a very old snail, and you found it at the end of its life.âÂ
âI just hope they didnât leave a family behind,â you fret.Â
âIâm sure even if they did,â he says, reaching for his most reassuring tone, âtheir family would appreciate what a nice resting place youâve made for them.â He pets the back of your head. âAnd that youâve dressed up so nicely to say goodbye.âÂ
You turn your face towards the ground, and Remus notices a soft pout to your bottom lip. Sirius seems to spot it at the same time. The other boy lifts your chin to kiss at it sweetly.Â
âDo you want to say a few words, lovely?â
Remus smiles over the top of your head at his softhearted boyfriend. Were it anyone else, Sirius would be making endless fun of them for creating such a fuss over a snailâs death, but because itâs you heâs in all the way. (Evidently, heâs learned his lesson after the time he squashed a mosquito in cold blood. You would hardly look at him for days until he apologized.)Â
You nod, clearing your throat. âI hope youâre going somewhere with tall grass,â you say, âand lots of soft, wet dirt. And I hope this food gives you sustenance for the journey.âÂ
You mean the dead leaves, Remus supposes. He presses a kiss to the side of your head. âIâm sure it appreciates that, darling.âÂ
âAnd if you want to reincarnate as an elephant to step on me, I completely understand.âÂ
âOh.â Sirius coughs. âDonât we think thatâs a bit far?â
âYeah,â Remus agrees. âYouâve put yourself through enough already, thatâs probably not necessary.âÂ
You look between your boyfriends, bemused. âIâm only trying to make things fair. I killed them first.âÂ
âI just think we ought to have a bit more faith in this snail,â says Sirius. âI doubt theyâre out for revenge; they strike me as the forgiving sort. No need to relinquish yourself to an untimely squishing.âÂ
You frown. âI suppose youâre right. Snails donât have very long memories anyway, so as a group they might not be very inclined to hold grudgesâŠâÂ
âExactly.â He gives your shoulder a loving pat. âNow, it looks like Remus has brought us something. Haven't you, handsome?âÂ
Remus gives you both a small smile, reaching for your drinks. âHereâs a coffee, and a tea for you, dove. Letâs get out of the cold and drink them inside, yeah?âÂ
âOkay.â You give the snail one last, speaking look before starting to stand.Â
Sirius hurries to Remusâ side, forcing him to use the other boy for support as he straightens up, knees protesting.Â
âYour hairâs all wet,â he murmurs.Â
âI know,â Sirius gripes under his breath, but Remus can hear the fondness hidden beneath his grousing. âI figured youâd be upset if I let her go out in the rain to find her ceremonial leaves alone.âÂ
Remus chuckles and kisses his part. âIâll make some soup before you both catch cold.âÂ
âSheâll only think itâs karmic if we do.âÂ
âNo, not really.â Sirius hasnât kept his voice quiet enough to avoid your hearing, and now youâre looking at him with an earnest bemusement. âIt would be karmic if I got sick, but you havenât done anything wrong, Sirius.âÂ
Remus tsks. âI think youâve repented enough already, dove,â he says. âLetâs get you both dried off.âÂ
đșđ»đŒđđđŹđ« ăăpart 3ă
soshiro hoshina x f! officer! reader
a/n: i wasn't expecting the amount of love I've been receiving for cuts of freedom and ăăă±ăïŒand because you all been so sweet and requested for a next part on this story, well... here it is! I hope you enjoy đ„șđ
tw: mdni! sex explicit scenes. shower sex. creampie. breeding mentioned. nipple play. soshiro being soshiro.
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Praying for no Kaiju appearances while this night lasts, you sit with your legs crossed and your cheeks on fire. He ordered you to keep it all inside of you, and all you wanna do is to please the slanted eyed demon in front of you.
Oh, he seems unbothered. Nothing has changed from the time he stood up as everybody was having fun and the time he returned to the table.
âI want you to sit back at the table with my cum still inside you⊠would you be able to hold it in for me?â
âYe-yes, Hoshina fuku-taichouâŠâ
Soshiro takes quick snaps with his burning irises from time to time, never watching you for longer than a couple of seconds⊠however, itâs enough for you to understand, to feel as if he was making sure you were still holding it with all your will or if his warm seed has started to ooze down your legs.
Truth is, you are squeezing your folds with all your might to obey the vice-captain. Guilty of enjoying such impure act, perhaps also guilty for wanting that release to reach deeper, to make you his, to impregnate you even though the consequences.
â(Name)-chan!â you listen your name being sung by his sweet playful voice.
Shaking your head, you turn back to reality as you were not only lost in the memory of him cumming inside you but also the lack of energy you are experiencing.
âY-yes, vice-captain Hoshina? You chime, with your back straight but your legs still crossed to the side.
You can see a little smirk on his lips, the little white of one of his fangs protruding⊠hungry, still, for your flesh.
âYou seem tired; after all youâve been through you should go to restâ he comments, but in reality he is doing nothing but ordering you to leave. And you know, exactly, why that is.
Again. And again. And again. He wants you all day, all night. Desperate, as if, perhaps, you were part of his training routine. Like the oxygen he breathes, and the water he drinks.
You are ready to object, but he is right. Even if heâd told you so because of real concern, you are absolutely tired.
You stand up, rather quickly and nervously. Your eyes open big, bigger. You shouldnât have. Immediately, your hand reaches for your leg, stopping there by pure instinct. Were for you not realizing on time to stop, you could have use your hand to keep his seed from coming out.
Soshiroâs eyes slightly open in the menacing way that leaves you both trembling and needy. He knows what just has happened. He knows your already wet panties, now have become wetter and by far a lot more stickier.
âY-es, Iâm going to sleep. Have a good night everybody!â you salute, feeling your throat absolutely dry.
Everybody waves you goodnight as you walk with clear discomfort on your pace, ready to reach the showers before going to sleep.
It doesnât take much for you to reach the community bathroom. Despite the base being huge, everything is at reach within the perimeter the soldiers move. And so, leaving the clothes you are sure should be burnt instead of cleaned on the ground, you hop into one of the shower units.
Drop by drop, lukewarm water cleans you from sins⊠but for how long?
In silence, he is so stealth and fast.
Scared, but not surprised. You already know how he feels, how he smells and how he tastes.
âI thought you were going to sleepâ Soshiro murmurs, entering the shower with you.
âI- I couldnât go to sleep with⊠you knowâ you whisper back, scared of anyone else coming.
His eyelid twitches.
âDidnât I order you to keep it all inside, officer (---)?â he scolds you, pulling you against him by your waist.
You look down, eyes fixing on the perfectly sculped pecs, on the pale skin that is so easily bruised, so tempted to bite and mark.
âBut- I tho-â you wanna say something, excuse yourself, but your lips become sealed with his.
Those kisses he gives, scratching a little bit whenever he opens up with his sharp fangs⊠the way his hand squeezes your ass, the feeling of his hardness getting pressed in between your belly and his.
âYou thought what? That I would fill you up again before sleep?â he asks, with his lips against yours.
You gasp. Not only he is good when fucking you, he is also good with words.
âThis brings me memories⊠that day Iâd have fucked you until you dropped if it wasnât because you were hurtâ he continues, reaching your breasts, pinching your nipples in between his fingers.
Soshiro inhales your moaning, going harder the more you do.
âDonât say that, I know you we- were worried- fuck- for meâ you giggle while his fingers are now deeply inside your folds.
Soshiroâs cheeks turn blushed, not because of the hot water but because of those words. In fact, you were absolutely right; he almost lost his mind when he saw you being a victim of your anti kaiju suit. Soshiro acts tough, but he is indeed the most gentle of them all.
âShut upâŠâ he embarrassed exclaims while picking you up from your thighs, making your back hit the shower wall behind you.
Snaked your legs around his tiny waist, both bodies eliminate any space in between them. Is it love or lust? it is both perhaps.
Probably a couple of seconds are what it takes for him to bury himself inside of you; there is nothing he wants more than that. Even if sore, even if drained. You, as well, donât mind if your body asks for a rest.
Jumping rhythmically to his thrusts, with water pooling on your eyelashes; with your fingers interlocking with deep purple tufts of hair. All of him, all of you.
Your shoulder experiences sharp little cuts, thatâs both painful and delicious; like the jaws of those monsters you fight, Soshiro bites your flesh to muffle the moans he canât control.
The closer to ecstasy you both go, the louder the whimpers. And the louder the whimpers, the dangerous it gets for you. What would they say if Hoshina fuku taichou and an officer gets caught in such impure, unproper acts?
None of that, however, represents a worry for him nor you. There is no space, nor time nor brain capable to think of the rest right now that Soshiro has attacked your nipples. He pulls, he bites and sucks. Your core feels like exploding, the way his dick reaches for the perfect spot as if he was made for you, the way he stimulates your breasts.
No air is left to be breath, the humid atmosphere of the shower makes it even harder for the two of you. And his eyes, electrifying and deep, burn holes into yours as he looks up to see the expression on your face.
âBeautifulâ he murmurs, with his tongue playing with your right extra sensitive button.
You brush his wet hair back, unable to think, unable to resist the urge to burst.
âSoshi..ro, I-âŠâ you need to express what you heart aches to reveal. As if he didnât know, as if he didnât feel the same.
âSh.. I know, me tooâ he shuts you up, this time before plastering a deep kiss on your lips.
This time, he doesnât order you what to do with his needy release. Instead, he definitely knows you will keep it inside once again. Is it that he wants to breed you?
Oh, what a dangerous game you both are playingâŠ
What a risky kink of yours, Soshiro Hoshina.
The sound none of you wanted to listen has just took over the whole squad: Emergency Kaiju alert.
âbet it will feel weird to fight with all of that inside, huh?â he laughs, rather loudly.
âAHâŠ. SOSHIRO T-Tâ
SCENE 1 :: YOU TORE ME RIGHT APART
âł you were never not mine â carlos sainz àŒâ§âËâ§
â Â : pairing :: carlos sainz x reader
â Â : genre :: angst; fluff
separated by a hidden emotional turmoil, carlos and y/n navigate the complexities of co-parenting their twins amidst the high-stakes f1 world. amidst paddock visits and personal healing, will they go further apart or find their way
back to each other?
â Â : a/n :: oh fuck okay here we go! let me know what you guys think so far <3 what are the theories!! ahhhhhh this is more introductory? but lots of drama nevertheless <3 please don't mention the diff twin pics, i'll start crying!
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carlossainz who said weekends with papa are a bore?
landonorris whoring on main papa sainz?
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username carlos can I also be your baby mama????
y/n.user MUMMA MISSES HER BABIES
‷ carlossainz we miss you too
‷ username pretty sure she was talking about the kids carlos lmao
username it's so strange that now we get the updates from separate accounts I miss the og paddock fam
‷ username well people move on sođ€·ââïž
‷ username only the real ones rmb the sainz x y/n post spams lmao
yn.user just now
yn.user stole my tortured heartđ«
username who plays cards alone on a beach? đ
username y/nâs cryptic post has me guessing mhmmm a new love interest maybe?!
‷ username cards on the beach when alone? definitely not alone. whoâs the mystery company hehe
carlossainz looks like a peaceful day. glad you're finding time for yourself!
‷ yn.user hope the boys are still up! returning the call soonđ„°
lilymhe finally enjoying some well-deserved relaxationđ
‷ yn.user love youuu
username i see cards but no players. who's with you y/n
username we need more context omg is this a date
‷ username probably with lily lol
username at first i thought you were with carlos but he's in the comments soooo does that mean a new romance
carlos is typing... (y/n's pov)
f1.wags 2 mins ago
f1.wags Our sources have spotted Y/N, ex-partner of F1 driver Carlos Sainz, enjoying a cozy dinner with an unidentified man. The two were seen sharing intimate moments, sparking rumors of a new romance. Could this be the start of a new chapter for Y/N? Stay tuned for more updates as we dig deeper into this developing story.
username wow, moving on already? poor carlos
username she couldn't wait a little longer before flaunting her new man
username guess she never really loved carlos. just saying
‷ username carlos deserves better than someone who moves on so fast
‷ username its been almost half a year?
username poor kids. this is why you should never have kids out of wedlock
‷ username hey good morning, i think you time traveled to 200 years forward. please go back
username sheâs just trying to make carlos jealous. grow up, y/n
username so much for being a loving mother? priorities lol
‷ username boys were with carlos for one weekend and this is how she spends it
‷ username from a perfect family to this? disappointing
username carlos is better off without her. clearly, she didnât care about him
‷ username fr y/n's true colors are showing now. carlos dodged a bullet
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Warnings: this fic will include angst, pining, romcom tropes, and some darker elements later in the series. Some triggers may not be specifically tagged. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
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Summary: Youâve had a crush on your best friend for years, but youâre slapped in the face with reality when he takes things to the next level with his girlfriend.
Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor
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Things donât become comfortable, but familiar. You get into a routine, one which smears the days and nights into the other. The landscape helps with that. The sun is fleeting, even in July. The days are longer but itâs not anywhere as stifling or humid as New York. Like everything else, itâs different.Â
The man at the fish place, Frederik, knows your name. His wife, Inga too. When you walk in the door, they put your order to fry before you even get to the counter. Theyâre friendly and warm. Itâs nice to have some smiling faces when you can hardly muster the same. Â
They like to ask you about New York; theyâre finally planning a big trip to America after twenty-five years together. They remind you of Marigold and her bakery. You long for one of her eclairs and her chatty demeanour. Just another thing to miss.Â
As you sit down at a table near the window to eat in, your phone goes off. You answer as you read Samâs name across the screen. Heâs the only one youâve talked to in the last month. Nearly two now. August is close.Â
âYo, yo, girly pop,â he sings from the other end.Â
âGirly pop? Sam,â you chide as you hover a thick cut fry before your mouth.Â
âChicky poo, nope. Girly pop, nope. Iâll get there,â he teases, âfinally got a hold of you.âÂ
âUh, yeah, the site is far. No signal,â you shrug and take a bite.Â
âI know, I'm just needy,â he kids. âSo, you hitting the spa? Summerâs going fast.âÂ
âNot yet,â you swallow. âSam, thereâs a lot of work here and itâs just me. The only help I get is from a local student volunteer and they do three hours a week.âÂ
âOof, why does your work sound so boring?â He groansÂ
âHey!âÂ
âWell, I mean, digging up dirt all day, tell me youâre not going mad. You making friends? No one to cool, I hope. Iâm still your number one guy.âÂ
âNot really. Itâs tough. Long hours. I donât know,â you stare out the window as you toy with the bamboo fork. Â
âIf you were going to hide all day in a hovel, you couldâve stayed in New York,â he sighs.Â
âSam, Iâm trying. Really. Itâs... Itâs going to take some time.âÂ
âRight,â he agrees grimly. âTime. A year is not that long.â Â
You hum and lean back in the chair. Youâre not as hungry as you were. You close up the container and stand.Â
âI know, alright?â You sniff as you tidy the table and grab your food, âbut this isnât a vacation.âÂ
âItâs also not a missionary trip,â he retorts. âIâm not tryna be a dick here, Iâm helping. You need this.âÂ
You push out into the street and cluck. Silence. You donât know what to say. Heâs right and just like ever day, the conversation is the same. Over and over. Itâs going to drive you crazy.Â
âMore sunlight this time of year, good for work--âÂ
âNo more work talk,â he interjects, âif you donât got anything fun going on, I'll just have to make you jealous. Some good old fashioned FOMO. Hm, me and Bucky went to Jersey.âÂ
âJersey? Why?â You take the bait, happy for the distraction.Â
âOh, yeah, I told him there was a vintage bike for sale there.âÂ
âYou told him that but...âÂ
âThere wasnât. I just wanted to see him interact with the locals. The old ladies love him but the men... well, I think he might have a warrant out now.âÂ
âNo, Sam, what the hell?â You exclaim as you stroll along. âAre you trying to get him killed?âÂ
âHey, I got his back. Just like I got yours. It was just a prank.âÂ
âWait, Sam, where exactly did you take him in Jersey?âÂ
âSome cribbage club, I donât know. I saw a page for it online. Thought heâd fit in--âÂ
âThey were old?âÂ
âThey match his energy,â he snorts.Â
You canât help but laugh. It feels good. Just that little bit of home. Your amusement is dampened as your heart sinks. You really were so stupid. You didnât see what you had all around you; Bucky, Sam, more than just Steve. Now itâs all behind you and going back wonât be the same as before.Â
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Thereâs tension in the air. Itâs going to rain. You suspect your day will be cut short by the gathering clouds but your persist. No use in running. Again.Â
The last time you left in fear of a storm, it waited until the next day. So you sit, boots set in the dirty, hunched over as you carefully trace out the strange lump. Itâs more than sediment. Bone but not a skeleton. Likely animal and bent into some tool. You have to be delicate. Itâs not like the movies, you canât just dig your hand in and rip it out.Â
Your earbud drones as a retro R&B playlist keeps your mind at focus. You wipe your forehead with the back of your glove, feeling the flecks of dirt cling to your skin. You ignore it and press on. Just a little more, a little more.Â
Itâs bigger than you expect. Just as you think it might come free, you find it goes further down. You can make out the jagged break and the hide wrapping at itâs base. A spear of some sort. Â
You roll your shoulders out and put your tools down on the open role. You peel of the gloves and reach for the tall insulated bottle of water. You gulp, your throat cooling nicely at the flow. You cap the bottle and clear your throat, listening to the silence of the mountain.Â
Yet it isnât quiet. You glance around at the subtle scratching, a strange tapping across the ground. It could be vermin. Itâs not unusual to disturb a nest of one thing or another on a dig but they usually leave early on.Â
You put the bottle down and shove your hand back into a glove. A puffy breath comes over the scratching. Several breaths in quick succession, as if thereâs something sniff. You keep your other glove in your grip and stand. Your legs are so cramped that your steps are stiff and stunted.Â
As you search for the source, thereâs a yipe and a fuzzy shape catches your eye. You tilt your head, thoroughly confused at the barking beast. Youâre not certain that chihuahuas are native to Norway. At least, you wouldnât assume so.Â
The ashy blond dog has longer fur along its ears and chest and a white bolt down its chest. You can tell it isnât wild despite its behaviour as it is finely groomed and wears a bright red collar. You approach the fence as it hops, stopping only to try to dig beneath with its dirtied paws.Â
âHi, buddy,â you near the eager dog, âhowâd you get up here?âÂ
You stop just across from the dog and poke your fingers through the fence. It stops, you think a âheâ, and sniffs your fingers. His cold nose tickles you and you wiggle until you can pet his head. The little thunderbolt emblem on hiss collar peeks through his mane. There might be some information there.Â
âThunder!â The booming voice sounds like the very thing it decries, âThunder, you pest, whereâre you off too?âÂ
Thereâs a crunching of soil and rock along the mountain pass as the dog growls and barks again, turning to face the skewing of a towering shadow. You watch in shock at the approach. You didnât think there was life so far up. That or someone has chosen a rather treacherous hiking trail.Â
The dog, you assume âThunderâ, bounces back and forth in anticipation of his own, calling to him with his pitchy yaps. The man appears around the jagged rock and you feel the air knocked from your chest. You slowly reach to take out your earbud and tuck it in a pocket.
Wow. You blink to make sure itâs real. To be certain this isnât some trick of the mind or this ancient land. Maybe the gods are real here.Â
Heâs tall and broad and handsome. His canvas jacket does little to conceal his muscular build as his jeans are snug to his thick thighs. You think heâs even bigger than Steve. You wince at the reminder of the man but it quickly flits away. You canât ignore the man before you with his golden tresses twisted back into a low bun, stray strands wisping forward to frame his stony jaw and stormy blue eyes.Â
You stand gaping through the fence as the man flinches in fright. His gaze meet yours and his cheeks tinge pink as he gives a crooked grin, âah, Thunder, my darling, youâve found a friend.âÂ
He whistles and the dog lunges forward. He picks up the chihuahua, their size difference almost comical as he cradles him in one arm. You canât think of a thing to say. You can barely think. Â
You snap your mouth shut and clear your throat. Work. Thatâs what you should be doing.Â
âHello,â the man nears the other side of the fence before you can move away, âIâve been wondering what this is all about. The signs...â he points with his thumb over his shoulder.Â
âOh, uh,â you peer around as if lost. You sort of are. âA dig. Er. Grant,â you stammer out. You take a breath and still your mind, âI work with an archeological society in New York. Weâve been sponsored by your national board to exhume this site.âÂ
âAh, yes, makes sense,â he lowers his brows thoughtfully as the dog squirms in his hold, yiping and biting at his sleeve. âForgive me, she is rather uncouth.â He raises the dog higher and she wiggles in his arm. You see it now, definitely a pampered girl. âThis is Thunder. She lives up to her namesake, eh?âÂ
âUh, yeah,â you give a brittle smile, unsure.Â
âThor,â he dips his chin down, âI live just up the pass.âÂ
âYou do?â You wonder curiously. âAll the way up here?âÂ
âOh yes, if you saw the old haunt, you might just want to dig that up too,â he jokes. âWe usually go up the pass, towards the river.âÂ
âThe river?âÂ
âYes, you mustnât stray far from here,â he remarks as he raises a hand to lean on the fence, only to nearly tip the unanchored grating. âOooh, apologies,â he rights himself with a laugh, âanyhow, it is nice to see a new face around here. Better to have a name for it.âÂ
âRight, uh,â you offer your name and giggle nervously, âitâs just me on-site, guess I forget my manners.âÂ
âNot to worry. As the resident mountain man, my etiquette does lack,â he winces as Thunder chomps on his thumb knuckle, âeh, you monster, alright.â He holds her up and she pokes her nose through the fence, âshe loves new people. Not so keen on the old.âÂ
âShe's cute,â you scratch her nose and she licks your fingers. âNot exactly a native species.âÂ
âWho knows where she came from? Found the little dragon in the woods. Suppose someone left her there. She was covered in mud, so small I though she was a bloody toad,â he muses as he brings her back against his chest and rocks her, âit was only her thunderous barks which told me otherwise, isnât that right, darling?âÂ
He makes a kissy noise at her and her fluffy tail wags wildly against him. You smile more genuinely. It is nice to have another living thing around after digging up the broken and dead for so long.Â
âSo youâre from New York?â He asks abruptly, his blue eyes rolling over you like a tide.Â
âYeah,â you utter breathily, âyes, New York.âÂ
âYouâve been here a while?âÂ
âCouple months,â you shift and twist your glove.Â
âWonderful, and youâve done much exploring? You must live in town.âÂ
âAbout three hours,â you point towards the gravelly road, âhavenât had much time for sightseeing but I found a good fish shop.âÂ
âA shop? Thatâs no good. We catch our own fish, fry âem up over the pit,â he says, âthatâs the way we do it up here.âÂ
You nod, âsounds fun. Well, er,â you turn halfway and look around, your eyes skimming up to the cloudy sky, âI should probably hustle. Looks like rain.âÂ
âThat it does but it wonât be âtil midnight,â he assures.Â
âYou think itâll hold out?âÂ
âI know so,â he affirms and lingers by the fence, trying to see past you, âwhat exactly are you uncovering over there?âÂ
âNot much so far,â you pull on your loose glove.Â
âYou must know what this place was. A raiderâs camp.âÂ
âIs that so?âÂ
âMm, yes, the raiders would camp upon the pass away from those who might come ashore, then go off themselves to find a coast to reap,â he explains.Â
âAnd how do you know all that?â You ask as you tramp back to your place in the dirt.Â
âSuppose some of my ancestors camped here with them,â he offers casually, âfor so long as weâve been up here. Once the viking scamps settled, they had to find a home somewhere. Some fellow named Agmundr or another built a stone house further up.âÂ
âAdmundr? Family?â You prompt.Â
âDistant,â he assures, âbeen some time and that stone house is now a foundation.âÂ
You get down to your knees as you grab your brush and peek over at him, âthanks for the information. Iâll have to add it to the land report. Have them crosscheck in the archives.âÂ
âNot at all. You wonât find it all on your paper, you know? We carry or history on our tongues here.âÂ
âSure,â you say as you bend over the spearhead and start again.Â
âYou donât mind if I watch? I always did love history and Iâve never seen a proper dig before.âÂ
âNot much going on, Iâm afraid,â you shrug, âbut if you want.âÂ
âThunder will have a tantrum if I go,â he chuckles, âshe likes you.âÂ
âHm,â you scoff, âshe is very outspoken.âÂ
You set your eyes on your task but canât shake the awareness of your audience. Itâs not too unusual. There were a few digs you did early on in the heart of the city and people loved to ogle you. This is different. Just the two of you. A stranger even. Friendly as he is, youâre happy for the fence, even if it is rather flimsy.Â
âThose bones arenât for you,â he says to the dog as she wriggles in his grasp. âLetâs find a stick then, you little pest.âÂ
how you pamper them when they're stressed/overworked
a/n: requested by the sweet @almost-gabrielle, i hope you enjoy it, and everyone else too - it's going to be GIGANTIC! đ be nice, cause I included some characters I haven't written much before (exciting!!!) and if you reblog with a comment or a nice tag... i'll love you forever! đ that means a lot, and i'm very grateful for all of it đ„°
ARAGORN: he actually feels like that quite often, but heâs incredibly good at hiding it. Luckily, youâre an expert in reading him like an open book, but oftentimes you need to literally physically drag him away from whatever he is doing (and he might complain as you do so). Aragorn just enjoys sometimes being quiet with you, and itâs usually what he needs when his mind is racing, or his body is overexerted. Or both. You can just lie down together and run your fingers slowly through his hair, and that will help him forget his worries at least for a little while. Secretly he is an absolute sucker for sweet, romantic confessions of love and affection, and he will melt if you whisper sweet nothings in his ear.
LEGOLAS: something has to be extremely serious for him to feel that way, because his limits are very high; but in those moments he just wants to get away from everything as soon as possible and run to you, because with you the rest of the world just fades away. He enjoys an outing in nature, far away from real life, especially if the two of you find a nice lake or river to go for a swim in, and eventually act like a couple of children splashing and chasing each other. If that doesnât help, he likes to sit in front of you and let you braid his hair as he talks about whatever is on his mind, and it also helps him physically relax to have you sitting behind and so close to him.
BOROMIR: this man will most likely push himself to his absolute limits, because he shoulders too much responsibility and feels pressured constantly to be on top of things. However, itâs easy to notice when he becomes a bit more irritable at one point, and then you know itâs time to talk him into taking at least a little break. That can be a slippery slope, because once he gets you alone for 5 minutes, it can very easily turn into 15 hours, and he would never finish anything. But on some days itâs just necessary - you sweet talk him into a cuddle session, during which he accidentally falls asleep with his head over your heart, or you make some tea with love as the special ingredient â and tell him that! Heâs going to melt and finally, gratefully accept that his partner wants to look after him.
FARAMIR: much like his brother, he will probably suffer in silence, but you canât miss his tired sighs every now and then, and the way he shuts his eyes and rubs his temples. If you hug him from behind, he will melt into your touch and lean onto you so much that you will almost topple over, but that will also make him admit to himself that he really needs a break. Run him a nice, hot bath complete with fragrant ingredients, and candles lit around it, and he will be forever grateful. If you donât join immediately, he will very sweetly ask you to come with him because 'oh the bath is so big and so lonely' without one more person in it.Â
ĂOMER: this hardworking man is actually quite in touch with how he feels, both physically and emotionally, and he knows when things are becoming too much and he needs to step away for his own good. It is not unusual for him to go search for you and suggest that the two of you do something away from everyday life. Many times he doesnât even suggest anything, he just follows behind you whatever youâre doing - taking a walk and admiring some trees in bloom? Heâs right there holding your hand. Sitting on a balcony and reading? He will lay his head on your lap and ask you to read to him. And he is content just being present with you.
SAM: he gets both overworked and stressed quite often, poor thing. Make him something to eat and bring it outside while heâs working in the garden, and just have a spontaneous mini-picnic in the backyard. Although heâs very hardworking and persistent, over time heâs learned to accept your help and pampering, and he really really enjoys it too. If he is under mental stress, maybe youâll need to push him a little bit to tell you what is on his mind, but once he does, he will gladly listen to your advice or any help you can give him.Â
FRODO: baby boy is in his head a lot and oftentimes he will accidentally create things to worry about, and he will just zone out. if he has a faraway look in his eyes, while doing nothing in particular, you can accurately guess what is up. He likes to feel useful, and he will gratefully accept if you ask him to help you with whatever youâre doing - it gives him an excuse to be kind and helpful, but also spend time with his favorite person. Especially if youâre organizing/re-organizing something, he will enjoy doing it with you, or cooking - he might not be the best at it, but he delights in giving you a hand, and he likes to learn and improve new skills anyway.Â
MERRY: he is actually much more of an overthinker than he seems to be on the outside, so stress sometimes just generates outta nowhere! Also he isnât the biggest fan of physical labor out there, but he is a little bit of a show-off when it comes to you, and he will go above and beyond when helping you with something or doing something for you, until he can barely stand. Afterwards he will take pride in the fact that you had to force him to stop whatever he was doing, but he was simply being so very nice to his favorite person! Something he loves to do to unwind in those moments is just come up with random stories with you, the two of you taking turns making up characters and events. He is a little bit of a baby and he will just take your hand wordlessly and put it in his hair, because it feels nice when you run your fingers through it.
PIPPIN: he will either be stressing over very small, irrelevant things, or something absolutely terrible, no in-between. If itâs something small, he has no problem rambling about it to you, and that usually helps him sort things out; but if itâs something serious, he will grow quiet. The best thing you can do for him in those moments is distract him with a silly idea like âletâs go for a walk and find as many kinds of blue flowers as we canâ or just straight up make him laugh - itâs the best medicine. He wouldnât ask you directly to do it, but heâd love it if you could just hold him or cuddle him for a bit (heâs the little spoon of course).
BILBO: oh he will get worked up over a whole bunch of random things; and when he is working on something, he goes all in (and then has a random episode of doing absolutely nothing), so you need to be the one who grounds him in reality sometimes. Just donât startle him when approaching him quietly. He is very responsive to your touch and he will just lean into you as soon as youâre near, almost forgetting about everything else. He adores it when you hold his face in your hands and he will look at you as if hypnotized while you comfortingly reassure him that everything will be alright and that he doesnât have to do anything alone as long as youâre around.
FĂLI: he is very big on âstrong protective independent dwarfâ and sometimes he doesnât fully allow himself to rest properly, or to process some things that are bothering him on the inside. However, at one point it will all have to culminate, and then his first instinct is to shut himself off. A guaranteed way to get through to him is to kiss him senselessly wherever you can reach and it makes him subconsciously relax almost immediately. He will kiss you back passionately which helps him eliminate some of the tension heâs feeling. Additionally, he will never ever say no to receiving a nice little massage from you.Â
KĂLI: oh he is quite proud of himself if he ends up overworking himself for you, as if it gives him bonus partner points. You will gently scold him for pushing himself too far, and then he will pout, but you know he still doesnât regret it. Then he himself will drag you away for a cuddle session - he chose that as his reward for being the very best partner in all of Middle-earth - but you donât have to exclusively cuddle. He finds it very relaxing if you sing something quietly to him and he will look up at you with shining eyes.
training hung g!p yujins ass to take your strap, making her wear butt plugs during her daily idol schedule, increasing in size by the day
ghosting a hand under her skirt/shorts to tease her by pressing on the plug every now and then
hope ur doing well
bisoux
EXACTLY ANON OUH i loved this ask đčâ€ïžâđ„â€ïžâđ„
sheâs definitely freaky in the sheets but i think yujin would still be surprised when you propose the idea to her on a random sunday afternoon đđ sheâd stare at you, trying to see if youâre joking or not and once she realizes that youâre 101% serious yujinnieâs definitely gonna be into it đ see, you did like to boss her around in bed but sheâs still the one fucking you, yk?? so something so new as you fucking her.. well⊠the thought of it makes yujinâs dick spring upright! đđ she definitely hasnât done anything like this with any of her previous partners before so she appreciates you for trying to pull her out of her comfort zone, and plus.. a good puppy needs to be rewarded at all times! đ„°
helping her put in her first one was a moment, okay!? however you managed to hold back just fucking her ass while she obediently bent over your desk with her ass on full display for you, you'll never know! it was a new kind of pleasure to hear her whimper while you slowly inserted her first butt plug in her ass and ofc you almost just wanted to skip a stupid corporate party just to fuck her and get fucked by her đ« but you did go to that corporate party! yujin wouldn't stop squirming, the poor thing :(( she did tell you it was uncomfortable for the first few minutes but she was good enough to push through it.. sitting like a good girl beside you acting like her cock wasn't trying to fuckin burst out of her compression shorts bcs with the butt plug in her ass and looking at you with your silky, skin-tight dress... well yujin was just about going insane đŁ
the bigger the butt plugs get the more she gets comfortable ofc.. but she also gets rlly desperate?? đđ yujin doesn't know why you're taking so long to fuck her when she was pretty sure she can take whatever you can give her by now! she'd even go as far as to try and entice you enough before leaving for a schedule! pushing you up against a wall and kissing you right before you could grab the door and leave with her, guiding your hand down to her stiff cock and moaning so cutely when you squeeze gently đ„°đ„°
"mommy, please.. you didn't touch me last night..." aww the sweet puppy trying so hard to get you to pity her with those big pretty eyes đ„ș and it does work bcs you're so weak for her.. but ofc you don't let her get everything that she wants đ€đ€ you get on your knees, suck her off, tease her ass a little bit by tugging on that plug... but you know what she wants and she wants you to fuck her.. unfortunately you feel petty so the moment you make her cum and you completely pull away from her and poor baby would whine so much :((
her looking so completely devastated the entire day that you just had to give in and give her what she has been waiting for this entire time đ„șđ propping her ass up with her head pushed down in the pillows, her loud moans muffled while you rammed your strap in her hole,, slowing down your pace and watching the plastic dick disappearing in and out of yujin's tight ass.. even better when you lean forward and grab her cock from behind, giving her a lot more pleasure than she expected that she really really had to try hard not to cum right there!
ykw yujin would rlly love it đ„șđ„ș asking for more even when she's spent and her sheets were a mess with her cum all over it... having you stretch her hole all night would easily become one of her favorite thingsđđ
[ gn!reader ] it's your birthday and your boyfriend is unfortunately not physically present. however, some other people have plans.
jason todd x reader [ also heavy reader & batfam i guess ]
wc: 2018
cws: n/a!
an: was supposed to post this on my birthday almost two weeks ago but i couldn't finish it on time because of a lot of stuff LOL
As you sip on your coffee, you finally take a look at your messages.Â
Itâs empty for the most partâsave for a few birthday greetings from friends and a few messages from scammers about how you won a car (jokes on them; you donât even have a license!). Thereâs one message that catches your eye immediately, though.
j đ« | 00:00
happy birthday baby đđđ«¶đ«¶
really sad that i still wont be home for a couple more days
iâm gonna make it up to you every way possible
iâm all yours when i get back đ
You find yourself smiling at his messagesâof course because of the content of the text itself, but also for a lot of other things, from how he greeted you at the exact moment of your birthday to how heâs picked up some of your texting mannerisms to his very limited amount of number of messages compared to yours.
You | 09:03
awwwwsshwhJSJFHG đđđ
i love you so much jay!!!
imysm pls love come backk⊠đđđÂ
ur team better use their time with u wisely u quite literally wont escape me once you step foot back in our apartment
Not giving much more thought to your reply, you continue on with your work, thinking on the side what youâll do after. Your friends arenât coming over; theyâve been assigned to meet on Saturday so that you have the whole day to yourselves. Still, you feel like treating yourself a little.
Curing this thought, you find that after work, you gravitate towards the hominess of your favorite thrift store. The owner is an older man who keeps the place the same as it has been since its establishment years ago.
The selection is far from filtered, a completely random selection for the most part, but it adds to the charm. However, his daughters usually help out, and you get to chat with them. Theyâve known you as a regular now.
You slip a pair of headphones on and get to work, sifting through a few racks of clothes, shelves of trinkets, and stacks of records. Your jacket, or rather a coat, is wrapped around your waist to make your awfully formal self stand out less in the sea of people in the cozy shop.
You pick up some things mostly for yourself, but a few also with Jason in mind. No reason in particular, but if he asks, it's a welcome-back gift. You found a vinyl pressing of Comalies by Lacuna Coilâsomething you vaguely remember that heâs been looking for a while now.
Speaking of him, you mindlessly open your phone, hoping to see a message from him.
Nothing. Oh, well.
The walk is only a few blocks away, but your arms are slightly worn from the sifting through the aisles of items. Youâre sure youâll make it, though, even if the bags full of finds weigh a little heavy in your hands. Once you make it to your floor, you can just feel the exhaustion radiating from your arms. You could use a nap right now,
âYN!â You see Steph jump the moment you turn the lights on.
The whole apartment is decorated, decked in classic birthday decorâlike balloons and banners. You note a few heads rising from the place they previously were from.
You know, coffeeâs good, too. Itâs only 6 PM.
As you eye around the room, the picture becomes clear: there are quite a few members of Jasonâs family hereânotably Dick, Steph, Cass, Tim, Duke, and Damian.
They all look at each other, uneasy. A moment later, a garbled chorus of birthday greetings is shouted.Â
âThank you. Iâm flattered.â You mumbled, setting your bag of thrifted goods down as you closed the door. âHow did you all get here, though-â
âGood question.â Steph nervously laughed, leaping to your side and hooking an arm around you. At this point, the rest of the family wave their hellos before finalizing a few pieces of decoration. âCome on! We made dinnerâor, well, Alfred did.â
âOh, is he here? Where is he?â You said, your lips turning to a smile. Itâs been a while since youâve seen him, you recalled.
âSorry, heâs at the mansion, busy tending to the old man.â Steph sighed, noticing your excitement.
âAh,â you nod, still very up in your head. Youâre overwhelmed, frankly, but still grateful as ever. To be honest, youâre not the best at receiving surprises like this. âThank you, though. Iâm just a little, well, surprised.â
âOf course,â Dick hummed, quickly joining the conversation between the two of you. âWe knew Jason couldnât make it, and we really wanted you to enjoy your birthday somehow. Youâve done a lot for him and for us as well.â
âOh, thank you, but it isnât a hugeââ
Youâre not even in your kitchen when Damian appears in front of you with a stoic look on his face. If this whole thing was set when you first met Jason, you wouldâve thought that he did not want to be here and did not like you at all.
Rest assured, though, his siblings say otherwise. They enjoy teasing him and telling you that he searches for your company from time to time. One time, Dick said he was near deadset on inviting you to Gotham Zoo, seeing how they had your favorite animal sheltered there recently.
âDo you need any assistance with those bags?â He looked at you, eyes flicking down to the plastic bags in your hands.
You shake your head, making strides towards the hallway. âUm, no, thank you. Iâm just going to carry these to my bedroom-â
Immediately, he steps in and grabs them. âYou shouldnât exert yourself any further. Itâs your birthday, after all. Iâll be taking these.â
Oh. Okay. You stand there a little dumbfounded but nodding. Itâs not like you canât stop him either; heâs already making his way to your room.
Your phone buzzes. You open to see it. Itâs from Jason. You sigh, knowing he wonât be able to make it.
j đ« | 18:24
iâll be back really soon donât you worry đ
Attached to his message is a video. While the others are distracted, you lower your phoneâs volume to watch it. You can just feel the embarrassment on his face as he records a video of himself singing Happy Birthday to you behind some dingy place.
How the hell did he even send it from there? Oh, the wonders of reception, you supposed.
You quickly type out a response for him, rocking from the balls of your heels to your toes with your lips only spread out. You couldnât wait for âa few more daysâ or something. You also tell him how his family threw a last-minute birthday party and how you canât be any happier (It just really isnât visible with the exhaustion weighing heavy on your shoulders.).
âIs everything all right now?â You hear Dick ask Duke, Cass, and Tim from behind you. You turn around to see them giving him an affirmative yes.
âAll right then,â he grins. Steph is pulling a cake from your fridge, and it's only now that you realize that your countertop is filled with your favorite cuisines by Alfred. You worry about the amount of time this took up on top of the rest of the tasks he has to tend to.
They all sing a happy birthday to you, a mixture of liveliness and yet also idleness, but you wouldnât trade it for anything nonetheless. Sure, your brain might be more than overloaded at this point, but youâre just thankful that they made the collective effort to celebrate your birthday.
It makes you feel a little bad because of all of the trouble youâre more than certain had arisen because of this, but you push that thought back. They donât need to hear that.
All six of them are standing in front of you, and it only denies your fears of being alienated and inconsequential to the greats who are the family before you. Youâre not sure why or how they accepted you wholeheartedly, but God, do you not just take the love that they give?
Your phone rings, and you look to see who it is. You pick upâitâs Jason.
You notice how Steph wants to go back to you once more, but you mumble an apology to her, telling her that your boyfriend was calling. She nodded and headed over to Duke to, what you can assume, is chit-chat.
âHello! Good evening, Jay-love,â you hum.
Your viewpoints to Dick, who looks at you curiously. Your voice is far from loud, and you do not want to disrupt anything, so you mouth Jasonâs name to him before he nods and continues talking to Tim, Cass joining in.
âHey, baby, happy birthday,â a few words follow, but you canât hear much because of the chattering around you.
âAh, thank you. I miss you,â you chuckled. âCould you come again, though? I canât hear well.â
You hear a chuckle from the other end. âNo, itâs fine. I was just saying that I really wish I was there right now.â
âOh, yeah,â you reply half-mindedly, looking over the group. âYour familyâs really sweet. I feel cared for.â
âYou are. How could someone not like yaâ?â
âThanks.â You giggle in reply. You play with the ends of your shirt while talking to him, finding yourself leaning against a wall. Breaking the conversation from the sudden end, you spoke up. âSo, when again are you coming back?â
âReal soon. Promise.â
âWould it kill you to be a little bit specific? Iâm asking you a-â You stand there, giggling, but the banter stops among the family when two hands cover your field of vision completely.
âGuess who.â
Immediately, you know. From his voice to the callouses on his fingertips to the warmth radiating behind you.
âYouâre too old to be saying that.â You spit back, not thinking twice about what you were saying.
You hear a dramatic, exaggerated scoff from behind you as his hands pull themselves away. You turn back but do note how everyoneâs eyes are fixed on you and the man behind. Only whispers could be heardâyou feel your ears redden.
Despite this, have you ever had the ability to contain yourself around him? You dive straight into him and pull him tight. For the first time in a really long while, heâs here. Heâs here, heâs real, and youâre not wasting a single second of it.
âMissed you too.â He mumbles on top of your head. He shifts you two so that his back is faced towards his family. âIâm really sorry that it took so long-â
âTsk,â you put a finger to his lips, taking a step back with his hands finding their way down your waist. âUh-uh, itâs my birthday, and I want none of that.â
âOkay, okay,â he sighed, a hand climbing up your spine and finding itself on your cheek as the thumb caressed the edges and crevices of you.
âThank you.â You put a hand on top of his.
âOf course, birthday love.â
On your tiptoes, you give him a peck on the cheek after he redirects you to his lips, discontented with the first kiss from when he came back being so brief. It only lasts a few seconds, but you know youâre gonna get more later.
You feel a tenderness pool inside of you. Thereâs something about the way he gazes at youâso full of love, so full of admiration you canât help but give backâthat makes you forget that youâre just feet away from his family.
âAbout the party,â he cleared his throat, hand finding your lower back as you rejoin the rest of the group. âI was the one who orchestrated it.â
You hear a loud gasp from Tim. âUm, no? I was the one who had the idea.â
âI was actually the one who helped spark that idea?â Steph joined. âI think I deserve at least some credit here.
You find yourself standing in a room, never feeling more loved than now.
- freaking out on the inside but tries to play it cool
- wraps his arms around you
- Almost falls asleep immediately, your just so comfy and soft to him
- you definitely end up falling asleep on his chest or on his shoulder, he loves holding you that way!
- honestly is scared heâs gonna snore in the middle of the night or do something embarrassing
- But itâs all good bc heâs superrr smooth with it, even if heâs literally FREAKING OUT on the inside.
- Thinks youâre so pretty when youâre sleeping, like he gets to see your natural face so peaceful and he just loves you omg
Soobin
- Is freaking the f out
- Tries to play it normal, but if you look at him closely enough youâll see that his face is in a DEEP shade of red đ
- Like i think at first he would be on the far side of the bed, just to be respectful of you, but when you would move closer and closer to him he would FREAK OUT
- Would slowly wrap his arm around you and kiss your cheek.
- Makes sure youâre asleep before he his, he just doesnât want to leave awake by yourself or something like that
- He would like softly brush your hair and just admire you sm đ„č
- Once he falls asleep, i think he has a DEEP sleep like you canât wake him up when heâs in your arms (omg heâs so cute)
Beomgyu
- Smooth dude (dying on the inside tho)
- âcome here babyâ Moves you closer to him so that your cuddling him.
- Has a huge smile on his face the whole time heâs there with you
- Before go guys go to bed, i could see you guys like watching a movie or something, and would have his hand around your waist the WHOLE time
- Is gonna spoil you in compliments. âYou look so pretty my babyâ or âare you tired my princess?â
- Heâs probably knocked out after the movie, like he gets so sleepy with you in his arms đ„č
- Will just squeeze you every once and awhile just to remind you how much he loves you
Taehyun
- Baby is so nervous LOL
- i think at first you guys talk a whole bunch before going to bed
- Letâs you make all the moves, if you want to cuddle or kiss or anything like that, he just wants you to be as comfy as possible
- Before you guys go to bed he probably asked you if you need any other blankets or another pillow anything like that bc heâs just so sweet
- Will hold you so softly and i could see him just like serenading you to sleep (so so sweet đ„Č)
- Will make sure to tell you how much he loves you before you guys go to bed like, âGoodnight y/n, I love you so muchâ
- Kisses your forehead lightly and you probably end up falling asleep on his chest
Huening Kai
- LOTS OF CUDDLES (only if you let him be little spoon once!)
- You guys talk all night before going to bed (like taehyun)
- Just so giggly and happy that your with him tonight and that he can just wake up to you in the morning đ
- Kisses you so softy before going to bed (heâs so adorable oh my gosh)
- He probs goes to bed first, but even then he makes sure to hold you close the whole time
- I could see him like waking up in the middle of the night, and then he sees you in his arms and heâs just like đ„č
- will brush his fingers through your hair and if he accidentally wakes you up, heâll whisper you sweet affirmations like, âgo back to bed sweet babyâ or âgoodnight gorgeousâ
Hi thank you sm for your request bae! I hope you love it đ If you have any other ideas make sure to request them!
Hi! I saw your requests are open and Iâm wondering if I can get a little Viktor xFem!Reader fic? đ„č
Maybe some angsty/dead dove themes, and lots of fluff? Maybe the Reader is taking care of Viktor while heâs in pain and they end up cuddling? Anything you want is fine! đ
TIA if you decide to write this!!
Awww, yess! This sounds so cute. Viktors, my personal favorite, so I had a lot of fun writing this!
(fluff, angst(?) w/ comfort, gn!reader, this is it?)
Your footsteps echo throughout the empty hallway as you try and get to your lovely boyfriend as fast as you can. You haven't been able to see him all day. he and Jayce have been cooped up in the lab all day long.
It's well past midnight at this point, and Viktor still isn't home. Usually, you'd just let him do his thing, but not tonight, not when it's getting closer and closer to one in the morning, and there's still no sign of him. All signs in your mind point to the worst. Maybe he had a fit today and is in the infirmary, or maybe he just got caught up in whatever he was doing. You pray it's the latter.
The door to the lab is unlocked, so he hasn't left yet. He'd never forget to lock it. Unless there was an emergency. Your thoughts are swarming with what might have happened, none of them good. You have to brace yourself for what you think you may see when you get inside the lab.
It's quiet when you first enter, you could hear a pin drop. You look around, desperately searching for Viktor, and there he is, on the ground. "Viktor!" You quickly rush to his side, kneeling to try and figure out what's happening. He's sitting on the floor, his head resting against one of the legs of the desk behind him. His hands are gripping his leg as he lets out a low groan. He looks up at you, tears pricking the sides of his pretty eyes, and his brows are furrowed as he leans his head back and groans again.
"Okay. I'm gonna get you up, and we're going to go.. somewhere." You brush a few stray strands of hair off his face, internally panicking as you try and think of where to go. "Not the infirmary," he sighs, looking at you once again, "I've already been there." His words just make you panic even more.
You wrap one of your arms around his back and slowly help him stand up. He clings to you as you both get on your feet. His legs are wobbly, and if you weren't there, you're sure he would have fallen by now. You both take smaller steps. There's a comfort in the sound of the footsteps that are echoed by the thumping of a cane. It helps you remind yourself that he's right beside you and that he's not going anywhere anytime soon.
You silently thank whoever is listening that your shared dorm is on the same floor as the lab. It's not a far walk either, but the walk feels like it's taking forever. Every time you start to move a bit too fast, you hear Viktor groan, and it has your heart hurting for him. You know how much he hates it.
You embarrassingly fumble with the keys for a few seconds before you can actually find the right one. "It's okay, dear, I'm right here." Viktor mumbles, taking one of your hands in his. You nod and take a deep breath, finally grabbing the right key and opening the door. You help him get in the bed and leave the room to let him get changed into more comfortable wear.
He opens the door, and you immediately go inside, crawling onto the bed to lay beside him. You rest your head on his chest, and you can feel his slim fingers curl around your shoulder, pulling you closer. From this position, you can hear his heartbeat. Each beat is a tell tale sign that he's still with you. His hand starts to rub your arm, and he kisses your forehead.
He leaves his head on the crown of your head, inhaling your scent. Letting both of you know that you're with each other. "Do you think you'll be able to get better?" Your voice wavers at the last few syllables that leave your lips. You feel the vibrations of Viktor chuckling. "I hope so, my love. I really hope so." He sighs, and you move your position so you can clearly see his face. Your hand is resting on his chest, and your finger starts to trace random shapes into his skin. Moving to outline the marks that adorn him.
"But.. ehh.. don't worry about that. Let's focus on the present." He whispers, his voice barely reaches you. You place a soft kiss on his lips and rest your head back on his chest. For now, all you can do is hope that someone, somewhere, finds a cure. Maybe one day they will.
so ask anyone who i speak to on a regular basis and this is all iâve been able to talk about for days because i have so many ideas for it
arguably too many for me to even begin to think about structuring them in a way that makes senseâŠ
but hey, we can try right?
so initially my first thought was âomg, iâm going to make this little guy so sadâŠâ and i will! but i promise it will make sense
so san is a people personâor dragon, i guessâright? sure, heâs a little shy but at the end of the day, you can tell he loves being around people
all throughout his childhood he wanted nothing more than to work with kids, maybe be a teacher or something! heâs good at helping people, right?
it just sucks for the poor guy that as he got older, he started to get bigger, his nails started to grow into something akin to talons, and his canine teeth became sharp and menacing
thereâs a reason you never really see any dragon-hybrid teachersâŠ
the day san got kicked off of his teacher-training course was probably the saddest day of his life, but at least he had you at home! the most precious jewel in all of his hoardâŠ
honestly, san would love nothing more than to keep you bundled up in his den, wrapped in all six of his limbsâare wings limbs?âto keep you protected from the outside world
realistically, though, heâs all too aware of a humans needs to keep you indoors
youâre like a houseplant with the way you need sun to survive
he also knows that you need to work, since itâs borderline impossible for him to get a job
heâs too scary to work with people, too drawn to shiny things to work with money and too underqualified to work a 9-5
he always feels guilty that youâre the main breadwinner for the household, but he doesnât mind being a house-husband all that much
heâs more than content taking care of his hoard, after all, and since you are his most prized possessionâŠ
speaking of his hoard, itâs kind of littered about the apartment, although most of it is in your bedroom
necklaces and jewels hang from the living roomâs light, making it look closer to a chandelier than a regular lampshade
gold and silver appliances are his favourite making the kitchen look somewhat gaudy in comparison to what it originally looked like
as for your bedroom, it looks rather similar to howlâsâŠ
in fact san was almost giddy when you first showed him howlâs moving castle, pointing at the screen with a wicked grin on his face
âsee! its not just me who likes to decorate like this!â
you donât have the heart to tell him that howls moving castle is just make believe and no one decorates like himâŠ
but you suppose itâs not so bad; san dusts it from time to time and the things that dangle from the ceiling are perfect for you to zone out and stare at whenever san is rushing around looking for something to clean you up with after fucking you dumb :)
because letâs be real, dragon!san definitely has a huge cock to match the rest of his body
and despite his sweet demeanour outside of the bedroom, heâs an absolute demon inside of it
heâs possessive, more than anything, so if you ever come home smelling of anything other than him, then you best believe youâre being whisked away to the bedroom the second you step food through the front door
hands will be on you before you even know it, talons tearing at clothes and stripping you naked before you even get chance to tell him that this shirt is far too expensive to tear
you donât even get much chance to protest after heâs torn it from you either because his lips will be on yours and his forked tongue will already be lapping at the inside of your mouth like his life depends on it
everything happens so quick because heâs just so desperate to make sure you know that youâre his again
he needs each one of your senses to be filled by him, he needs your mind to only think of him, he needs your pussy to be dripping with him
he knows he doesnât own you but he needs to feel like he does
when heâs like this, itâs always quick. he needs to fuck you hard and fast before that strange smell that doesnât belong to him sinks into your skin and stays there forever!
itâs purely instinct driven, reallyâŠ
and maybe later heâll take you for round two, only this time he wants to actually savour you
now you smell like him again, he can relax as he forces his cock inside of you
he can take his time kissing you and making you feel like the most beautiful person alive
he can let his hands trace every inch of your body, appreciating every dip and curve you have
and once itâs over, he can sit there with his cock still plugging you up and appreciate your blissed out face as you recover from what can only be described as a heavenly experience
Hi friends! A long time ago I said I would publish a PAC reading centered around messages from your pets đ here it is! Enjoy đ” feel free to like, comment and reblog! Pick a bouquet â>
Pile 1: The Magician âą 4 of wands
Hi pile 1âs! Welcome to your pile đđ” I feel your per first of all, loves hanging around you. They could actually be your soulmate manifested in a different being this lifetime đ€ they are your other half essentially. Some of you may own black cats! I feel right away your pet has an auspicious message about a new event, person or celebration coming up for you. This could be something you actually wanted and itâs coming your way đ€ so definitely enjoy that! That sounds wonderful and I feel your pet is actually guiding your manifestations in a way. They are a guardian, and they also protect you from energies that donât serve your highest good in this lifetime. Their existence deflects negativity! I heard a long time ago if cats purr they are taking away pain or something đ€ I have no idea how true this is, but comment below and let me know! Because I am seeing a cat rubbing against you and purring a lot to get rid of evil eye đ§żđȘŹ so your animals are very protective, even the ones that arenât a cat đ€Ł they do watch over you, and love to spend time with you đ I think if there is someone you donât like, they will know right away and give that person a full on stare, or not interact with them. Thats your sign your animal supports you đ đ» and also is saying that person is negative (I heard full of shit but I resorted to respectful tactics đ€Ł) wow so your pet is definitely not one to mess with! I hope you are all well pile 1âs! Thank you for coming by and I appreciate any support to this blog đ€
Pile 2: Seven of wands âą Ace of cups
Hi pile 2âs! Welcome to your reading đ€đ excited to have you here! Lets see what messages your pet has for you. I see that they feel fulfilled, cared for and loved by you. They have a special spiritual bond with you, so maybe you see them in dreams, or they will have messages for you in your waking life when you spend time with them. Sometimes its almost like, âwait, why can I hear you talking? Im the human oneâ đ€Ł now, unless you have schizophrenia, which please be careful and get that checked out! Your animal is trying to communicate with you via intuition, and loves to connect with you that way. You two share a special soul bond. A message they have is to persevere any issue you have right now, and they believe in you đ they got your back, and they believe in your ability to move past an issue or situation! Or if times have been rough, they want to be there for you and spend time with you to make you feel better đ„čđ honestly that is so sweet. But they definitely want to see you smile again. Im drawn to notice how the ace of cups in this deck has a bouquet too đ€Ł just like our piles themes. So get some flowers if youâre not allergic. Put them in your space! Or garden, if itâs not winter in your hemisphere. Caring for plants is important now. Or being in nature will lift your energy đđ€ thank you pile 2âs! I appreciate you coming by, please support this blog in any way you can đ”đ
could I maybe request reader, caelus and dan heng (together) comforting oneanother after one of them had a particularly violent/disturbing nightmare
thank you a lot I love your writing đ
Hiya!! Thank you for the request and thank you for the compliment! đ I hope you like it~
Word count: 868
Warning: I kinda get detailed when explaining the nightmare, so just be wary. Mentions of blood and death.
Safe in Our Arms
Dan Heng suffered from nightmares more often than he liked to admit. He didnât like talking about them, in fear of having to relive them. But you and Caelus already knew about them. You knew the frequency of them too, but you didnât bring up what he didnât want to talk about.
Almost the moment either of you asked if he suffered from a nightmare, heâd look down, admit it, and then mention he didnât want to talk about it. Being respectful, you and Caelus kept from pushing the subject. The nightmares plagued him and the last thing you wanted to do was push for questions.
That is, until one specific nightmare. The one that completely broke Dan Heng.
Dan Heng laid on the ground, wounded and exhausted. Demons of his past tormented him but this time it wasnât just him. Both you and Caelus were there as well. Your lifeless body laid just a few feet from Dan Heng, who desperately tried to reach out to grab your hand. Yet, you were just too far.
His eyes shot to Caelus, who was still alive but not for long. He frowned, reaching for Dan Heng but before Dan Heng could react, Caelusâ body was forcefully yanked away into the darkness that surrounded him. His weakened screams echoed around Dan Heng who was completely helpless to do anything.
â(Y/n)âŠâ he croaked, attempting to reach out for you again. He flinched whine his hand touched the cold blood that surrounded you. Your blood. His fingers just barely grazed against yours and they felt ice cold. Why were you so cold? Why couldnât he grab your hand? Why werenât you looking at them with those sparkling eyes like you always did?
His body felt so heavy, it felt so unmoving. His eyes were drooping and he just couldnât keep them open. His worry for Caelus, his sorrow for you, he couldnât do anything about them because he felt so⊠heavy. Like weights were tied around his limbs, like he hadnât slept in days.
âDonât⊠please donât take them away from meâŠâ Dan Heng begged pathetically, looking around for anyone to listen. But he was alone now. You were gone, Caelus was gone, the dark shadows were gone. It was just him, all alone.
But it wasnât silent. Screams filled his ears, pleading of mercy filled his ears, it was so loud. So, so loud. All Dan Heng could do was scream with them- joining them in their torment.
âââââââââââ
He was finally ripped from his nightmare, a cry escaping his lips as he felt his body jolt. Dan Heng shot up out of bed and looked around frantically, desperately to get his bearings.
âDan Heng!â You called as you grabbed his flailing hands, steadying him a little. âItâs ok! Itâs ok!â Once his eyes landed on you, they widened even more if that was possible and embraced you without hesitation.
âYouâre alive!â He noted how you felt warm, so warm and alive. He breathed in your scent, gripping so tightly it began to hurt.
âI-I am, but th-that hurtsâŠâ you mumbled yet Dan Heng didnât let go. Deciding it was ok to manage, you let him hold you just as she door was thrown open. Both you and Dan Heng looked over to see a panicked Caelus.
âWhat happened? I heard a scream!â He said as he ran to both of you. Dan Heng didnât let go of you but he did grip Caelusâ hand and pulled him closer to hug him as well.
Both you and Caelus made eye contact, realizing this nightmare was worse than the others. So you two sat patiently as Dan Heng got his bearings and finally calmed down. Eventually, he began to explain what happened- what horrors he witnessed. You felt your heart sink at his words- at the evident pain in his voice.
As Dan Heng explained his nightmare, he felt the emotions welling up. He tried so hard to blink the tears back, to swallow that lump in his throat, to stop that god awful shaking in his body but he failed in every avenue.
âWeâre not going anywhere, Dan Heng.â Caelus assured as he sat on the other side of Dan Heng and rubbed his arm and back comfortingly. âNothing on this world, or any others for that matter will take us away.â
âYeah, besides. If anything were to happen- which it wonât- youâll 100% save us like the hero you are.â You said with a smile, making the man sniffle and look at you.
âIâm no heroâŠâ he murmured, making you shake your head quickly.
âOf course you are. Youâre our hero and thatâs all that matters.â You said, leaning your head onto his shoulder. Both you and Caelus squeezed in closer fueling that relief that began to settle in Dan Hengâs chest.
He closed his eyes, feeling your warmth, Caelusâ warmth. You were both alive and well and you were here. His hands squeezed both of yours so tightly, it ached. But neither of you complained. Not for one second.
âYouâre safe in our arms, Dan Heng.â It was the softest whisper, but it brought a smile to Dan Hengâs lips.
Hello Moonydustx. I hope you're well! I really like your stories, your way of writing is very pleasant to read. I loved what you wrote for Kid and Killer, I love those two men! In fact, I'm totally in love with Kid Pirates. đ
I was wondering if you could write something with Kid đ§Č . I so need to fluff with him. I know he likes to show off that he's cruel and ruthless, but I'm SURE this bad boy is also a very big fluffy guy capable of a lot of love. He named his boat after his first love - this boy is a great sentimentalist, absolutely!
Here's my idea: reader is the newest recruit to Victoria Punk. Kid is suspicious at first, but discovers that she's a true virtuoso at the piano and that her voice is the most beautiful he's ever heard đčđ¶. (We all know that Kid loves music.) See where I'm going with this, Moonydustx đđ? Kid will slowly fall in love with the new recruit, but won't understand what's happening to her at first, and it'll drive him crazy. Reader is not insensitive to the captain's charm but is very intimidated even though she respects him a lot.
If this inspires you, I'd love a lot of fluff, cute stuff. Slightly spicy, if you like. We like it spicy, let's be honest but right now I need cuddles.I hope this is understandable, English is not my first language. Thanks if you've read this far and I'll be grateful for life if you accept my challenge. đđ„°
let me start with: I'VE BEEN DYING TO BE DYING TO WRITE THIS.
YES YES AND YES you are absolutely right, I really have this vision of Kid being a sweetheart.
I wish I had more time to write more and more about this story, I think it would have the potential to be something bigger, you know, something with more chapters perhaps? But I wrote more about the cute part than the spicy part in this one, I hope you like it anyway
Old ghosts
Eustass Kid x F! Reader
wanings: mention of Kid's missing arm, phantom pains, very brief mention of smut (nothing explicit). Regarding the medical and musical parts mentioned: I'm not an expert in any of them, I apologize if I make mistakes.
Your light humming was still stuck in Kid's mind. How your dress fell down your body and your legs flailed against the counter as you hummed a song about Roger's old promise. That was the first sight of you he had.
The second was you standing a few meters away from him, waiting for an answer, while Killer acted in your place.
"She could be a good crewmate." Killer pointed out, both of them staring at your shrunken form, even though you were standing. The bloody arms. "She knows how to fight, knows how to defend herself and can still be good company for our ears."
"HmâŠ" a growl escaped Kid's reddened lips. "What do you know how to do?"
"Whatever you need." Your voice was firm, even if it was low. "I just need a roof over my head."
"And that blood?" He approached, taking one of your hands and bringing it up to eye level with him. "It looks fresh."
"One of the richest men in town tried to have their way with me." you pointed out, still firm in your words. "I had to kill him. Now, I know they will hunt me if I stay here."
"Right." Kid walked away, turning to Killer. "Find her a task and also a place for her to sleep."
With one last look in your direction, Kid walked away and left you in Killer's responsibilities for the day. In the following days, you barely saw Kid and when you did, he didn't have the friendliest of expressions. The man was intimidating, as were all the rumors about him.
You expected that it would take time to adapt to pirate life, that that world would be immensely cruel to your existence. But there were happy days, days when you would get together to chat and drink, days when you would spend hours fishing.
Little by little, the captain seemed to attract your attention more. He was still a thick shell to dig through, but there was a certain lovable side to him. Infamous jokes, an unshakable ego, a affection for his crewmates that wasn't noticeable to outsiders. In your eyes, being in Kid's presence was inviting, even if he would never pay attention to a new girl.
Kid was reluctant to let other members join out of nowhere, he liked to understand who would step on his ship, what their motivations were. But every justification Killer gave about you joining the crew was ignored. Not ignored, but pushed away somewhere in Kid's mind. The only thing he saw was you a little while ago, humming in a bar. Almost hypnotizing him.
In the first few days, he chose to remain watching you. It wasn't possible that the heavens had sent you there just to please his vision on dark days, you must have something to hide. As the days went by, he realized you didn't.
As the days went by, Kid felt even more mesmerized, seeing you happily doing your tasks in the distance, hearing your voice hum throughout his ship. On one of these nights, when everyone was drinking, he chose to leave early. Lying in his bed, your voice from afar guided him into a deep sleep, like he hadn't had in a long time.
You gradually became a comfort to his eyes and ears, however, for him to get closer would be like holding a delicate rose amidst so much metal debris. Something so sweet, so delicate seemed beyond his reach.
The room you shared was dark in the dead of night and your whispers and turbulent awakenings didn't seem to bother the others present. Another night, another nightmare.
With the idea of âârefreshing your mind with some water, you didn't expect to find the crew captain, leaning on the edge of the table, his amputated arm stuck in a bucket of ice.
"What are you doing up at this hour?" Kid screamed as soon as he saw your presence in the kitchen.
"I just came to get some water." you explained, reaching for a glass and filling it. You could feel his gaze burning towards you. "Everything is fine?"
"Sure." he grunted, but soon his expression changed to something more serene. It was just the two of you, there was no reason for him to leave it out. "Since I lost this arm, sometimes I have some strange pains. It's like it's still there you know, but it's not."
"Phantom pains." you pointed out, moving a little closer to him. "They say there are many pirates and soldiers who suffer from this."
"Are they saying something about the cure too?"
"I do not think so." You smiled, even if discouraged. "But there are some methods that can help. I mean, just time really helps you deal with it, but some things can distract your mind."
"And can you help me?" his words came out almost automatically, preventing him from stopping them.
"I believe so. I don't have much experience in this, but I have an idea of ââsomething that might help." still hesitant, you approached him and took out the ice bucket, placing it aside.
The touch of your hand on his amputated limb made him almost recoil, but your hand was gentle, delicate and in this way you dried the remaining water on his skin.
"Do you mind if we go to my room?" He asked and saw you nod.
The two of you walked in silence to his quarters and with only the moon illuminating the room, it was difficult for you to get caught up on the details.
"Lie down" your voice came out as a whisper and Kid promptly answered. You took the sheet spread there and covered the end of his amputated arm. "Don't look there."
It worked for you, somehow maybe it would work for him. You could feel his eyes practically burning towards you, but you still hadn't found the courage to look back at him. The feeling inside you was strange, different, and at the same time it felt good.
"Close your eyes." you asked and he just grunted, unwilling to follow your little request. "CaptainâŠ"
"Aren't you going to do anything?" seeing you agree with him, Kid closed his eyes.
The first thing he felt was your fingers running along his arm, which hadn't been injured. A light, almost imperceptible touch. Sometimes you allowed your fingers to barely touch him and sometimes you let your nails trace a firmer path. You allowed them to trace their way to the back of his neck and then back to his fingertips, intertwining and releasing them. In order to replace the awkward silence between the two of you, you began to hum a calm song, which made up the atmosphere along with the beats of the sea against the ship.
At first, Kid felt tense and still had traces of pain. But little by little the pain in the member that no longer existed seemed to disappear, being replaced by the small goosebumps that you caused on his skin. What he used to try to open his eyes and analyze you became an arduous task. Feeling your skin against his, Kid fell asleep, leaving that uncomfortable pain in the past.
After that day, you felt different. Seeing him trust you to the point of sleeping in your presence made you feel somehow be seen, even if the thought of him not wanting anything to do with you because you were a newbie still haunted you.
One of the afternoons when the ship was docked, you returned to the Victoria Punk only to find a huge piano there.
"What is that?" you let your finger run across the keys. "Is so beautiful!"
"A thanks." Kid appeared behind you, watching you sit on the bench in front of the instrument. "You helped me the other day and I remembered I saw you playing one of these at the bar, I thought you might like it."
"Serious?" you immediately jumped off the bench and hugged Kid, who was surprised and barely had time to respond to the gesture. "I loved it! Emma, ââcome see this!"
You shouted for other crewmates, who soon gathered and listened to you explain how it worked and even teach how they could play a simple song. Moving away a little, Kid watched until his first mate appeared.
"Do you still regret me convincing you to let her stay?" Killer asked.
"At no point did I say I regretted it." Kid pointed out, feeling judged by his friend.
"I know that look, Kid." Killer commented and only saw Kid staring back at him, trying to understand what he was saying. "I haven't seen that look on you in a while, but I'm glad to see it."
"What's with that look?" he asked cynically, seeing Killer start to walk away.
"Last time I saw you looking at someone like that, we chose the name of this ship."
Kid tried to push away thoughts about you after hearing that. But it was intoxicating, inevitable. It was as if your presence and voice were all he was looking for at that moment.
It didn't take many nights for the same discomfort to torment him again, just as it had done a few days ago. His footsteps almost sank the kitchen that morning as he decided whether to ask for your help or not.
âHi,â you caught his attention, appearing like a mirage. "If you walk any further, you could sink the ship."
"That's not my intention." he pointed out, mustering up some courage. "The pain is back a-andâŠ"
"Do you need my help?" you asked and giving up, he just nodded.
Again, the two of you walked in silence to his room and the whole process was repeated, he lay down, you hid the amputated limb.
"How did you know this would work?" he asked before your fingers even found his skin.
"A lucky guess." you replied, noticing his attentive gaze in your direction. "How can I explain? Well, I have some past problems too, especially when I'm surrounded by too many people at once. It's like suddenly everything becomes too much at once." His eyes followed your every movement, trying to get to know you even more. "That's how I discovered music. Every time I feel like I'm on the edge of that precipice, I use it to get my mind off it."
"As a distraction?"
"Exactly, as a distraction. Take me to a good place." You explained and saw him nod. "I believe that maybe touching and feeling what is still here will make you forget a little about what is not, make you go to a good place."
"It makes sense." he limited himself to saying.
"Let's start?"
Unlike what happened last time, your eyes met Kid's and this time his eyes seemed intent on you. Your hands traced gentle lines on his arm, trying to remove that pain that bothered him so much. Even looking at you, you could notice that Kid wasn't there, not mentally. He seemed focused on a thought that stunned him.
"A berri for what you're thinking." you only heard a nasal laugh come out of him.
"Are my thoughts worth that little?" he asked and you immediately denied it, a shy glow on your face.
Even though it made butterflies in your stomach just thinking about it, you couldn't deny how much you liked it when his eyes were directed at you.
"I can tell you have something on your mind." your hands moved away from him, resting in your lap. "Did I say too much? Do you want me to get out of here?"
"No⊠You said that helping me with this pain would be like a distraction, right? Take me to a good place" you agreed and Kid continued. "Can I propose something?"
"Of course, I want to be able to help you with that."
You watched Kid lean on his arm and sit down, just a few inches away. Analyzing your every expression, his hand touched your face and unlike every other time you had imagined, the touch was gentle. Even his calloused and trembling hand was still like a piece of the finest silk sliding across your face.
It was inevitable not to lean on his touch, not wanting to feel Kid's hand against your skin even more and it was just that sign he was waiting for.
His lips touched yours lightly, waiting for you to give in to his desire - he had no idea how much of that desire was yours too. What was just a seal of lips soon became an intimate dispute between the space in your mouth, tongues tangled as you involuntarily felt your body lean even more towards Kid.
His fingers were tangled in your hair, slowly leaving strand by strand behind, sliding down your back and pressing firmly against your waist. You knew that Kid was strong, you had been there long enough to see him fight enemies, but a surprised gasp left your lips when you saw that without any effort and with just one arm he managed to tag you - basically guide you - to get to you on his lap.
The kiss became even more heated and you could feel that in addition to the heat, the red paint on his lips had disappeared, probably mixed with your lips.
"CaptainâŠ" your low voice whispered, in a struggle to use your hands to push him away. You didn't want to, but the shred of rationality in you knew it was necessary. "Captain, I'm sorryâŠ"
"No, no. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." He moved away just enough to look at your face, your legs were still on either side of his hips, his intimacy was hard against yours, which was certainly soaked. Rationality, too early for that. You tried to hold on to that thought. "I'm sorry."
"It is alright." your cheeks burned at the way he looked at you. "I liked it, I really liked it. I just didn't want to go that far."
"Noted." he looked at you like a cute puppy that had been lost. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure." your hesitant voice stated and you saw him lay down again, this time, he pulled you and placed you on top of the source of his pain, hiding the arm that no longer existed. "Captain?"
"Just stay here for a while, will you?" He asked, hesitant to hear you deny it. "I mean, if you don't want to, I won't get mad. It's just⊠I like your presence. I like how you're always helping someone here, or how your eyes light up when someone's telling you some of the things we've been up to. by the sea. I like the way you touch me and damn, your voice just like an angel." he whispered the last part, like it was too much for him. "Just stay here, a little longer."
"Of course captain." you whispered back and reached up, placing a light kiss on his cheek.
Can I get a reaction when reader want to go to carnival or other fun places and then they got lost and ended up at their own home
Is the reader going to escape or go back to their daddies TYSMđ€
Hiiiiđ„°đ„°đ„°đđđ. I loved this idea sooo much and it really helped get me out of the writer's block funk I was in! Itâs a litttle bit different from what you asked so I hope thatâs okay and you still like it!! Thank you so so much, I loved writing this!!~~~~~đđđđđ
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Helpless (Stucky x reader)
Pairing: Dark!Stucky x f!reader
Warnings/tags: Dark!Stucky, Daddy!Stucky, Female reader, stockholm syndrome, forced age regression, mention of previous kidnapping, reader gets lost, mild injury to reader, Implied reader has small hands in comparison because Stucky is gigantic (fact), Angst, Fluff, Comfort. Reader baby-talks as well, Lots o' cute nicknames (as usual).
Word count: 4.1k
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It was getting a bit cooler now.Â
The previously bright day had been overtaken by navy shadows that bring nippy wisps of air that catch on your exposed arms, sending chills throughout you.Â
âI told you we should have used the long-sleeved one,â Steve remarks to Bucky as he watches you make a tiny shiver.
Bucky rolls his eyes at him, knowing you were the one who insisted on this specific onesie when he dressed you this afternoon. With an eager look on your face, you held it up to him, proudly showing him how it would match perfectly with some leg warmers you found in your drawer. He couldnât argue with that, not when your giddy smile and sweet eyes looked at him while holding it up as high as you could for him.
âCome here babydoll,â Bucky says, squatting down a bit to get closer to your level.Â
You don't hear him for a second. Not even your numbed fingertips could distract you from the bright lights that reflect off your eyes. Youâve been watching the multicolored Ferris wheel since you got here. You wanted to go on it so bad.Â
Thus far, youâve only been allowed to play the ground games. Though, you canât complain too much now that youâve collected quite a load of new stuffies to bring home. Youâd like to think yourself pretty talented at these gamesâmaybe too talented.Â
Youâve all but completely missed the harsh glares Bucky gives the poor workers when they tell you âawh too badâ when you miss the target, but then proceed to hand you whichever stuffed animal or toy youâd been wanting anyway. Youâd turn around to your daddies, excitingly showing them your prize and proudly exclaiming âI won! I won!â and Bucky would always tell you how good of a job you did every time.
âBabydoll?â Bucky calls again, bringing you back to reality, his voice sweet, as if heâs teasing you a bit, knowing how much you've enjoyed this outing.
It was a tough call. Bringing you here. They knew how much you wanted to go. Ever since Peter babbled on and on about his trip to the carnival at his birthday party a few months ago, youâve been begging them ever since. Itâs not that they didn't want to take you. It could never be that. They just werenât sure if it would be safeâŠ
âThereâs all kinds of creeps at those things!â Steve argues to Bucky, turning around as if thatâs the last word and final say about it.Â
âI know. I know. ButâŠshe really wants to go. PlusâŠitâs not like weâll ever let her out of our sight.â Bucky tries to reason, knowing it was something they would enjoy too. He has several fond memories of dragging Steve along with him through the bustling crowds of people just so he could playâand winâall the games he could, always asking Steve which prize he wanted before promising him heâd win it on the first try. Long before he knew of what true cruelties lived beyond their hometown, Bucky had already mastered the art of staring down unfair showmen who would poke fun at Steveâs then narrower figure.
Bucky just couldnât help the almost giddy feeling he got just at the idea of holding you up high while you throw one of those balls with all your might to win some oversized stuffed animal that youâd undoubtedly insist on carrying on your own despite it being twice your height.
âWe could even get one of those leash things,â he suggests, the idea popping into his mind like itâs the most brilliant thing, remembering how he showed the leashed froggy backpack he saw a while ago to Steve.
âItâs not just that,â Steve admits, brows furrowed as he sits on the edge of the bed, a sad and worried look overtaking his features that makes Bucky want to cave to anything heâd ask. âwhat ifâŠâ he trails off, not meeting Buckyâs gaze, âwhat ifâŠshe tries to run off?â he says quietly as if the fear itself would be brought to life if he spoke it too loudly.Â
It had been a long while since you tried to run away. All things considered, you seemed to be fully adjusted now. Every so often you would act up, but only in the way that all little girls would every now and then. They would always punish you appropriately, the way all good daddies would, reminding you that your life with them is your life, and that the horrid life you had before you was one never meant for a sweet innocent little girl like you.Â
They saved you. Steve routinely reminded you as such, but he didnât have to. Bucky could tell you knew it was true now just by the way your bright eyes greeted them every morning. You knew that you were only good and safe with them to take care of you. His little girl couldn't even function without them now. It was exactly how it was supposed to be.
Bucky thinks for a moment, walking closer to Steve and kneeling on the floor in front of him. He pushes his way into him, maneuvering himself between Steveâs legs, and scoops his distressed hands into his, kissing them both before looking back up to Steve.Â
âShe wonât.â he says, thick air questioning if it's true.Â
But his words say more than just that. The meaningful look in Buckyâs eyes tell Steve that no matter what, theyâll always have you. And that there was no way you could get away from them. Bucky knew it wasn't just the fear of physically losing you, but the fear of hurt that they would feel if you even tried.Â
Steve smiles a bit, his hands pulling Bucky up so that heâs now standing between his legs. He takes his hands, sliding them down from Buckyâs sides to his hips where they rest for the moment.Â
âAlright,â Steve sighs, looking up to Bucky, and pulling him a bit closer by his belt loops, âbut any sign of trouble, we leaveâ Steve states, seriousness in his tone, the same kind of voice he uses when theyâre on missions together.Â
âAs if it would be any other way.â Bucky remarks, a smirk teasing his face as he dips his head down a bit to meet his lips with Steveâs. Steve sighs into his kiss, feeling the tension leaving his body just by Buckyâs stable words and secure presence.
âYou think too much Rogersâ Bucky teases after breaking from the kiss, thinking of all the times Steve would try to worm his way out of Bucky having to go on a mission with him in fear of his partner getting hurtâwhether it be mentally or physicallyâSteve couldn't bare the thought of having to see Bucky like he was when he saw him for the first time in this new world.Â
âCanât help it,â he breathes, Bucky never ceasing to take his breath away from his all-encompassing kisses. âI love you two more than anything,â he says earnestly as if itâs the only known fact in the universe.Â
âI knowâ Bucky smiles, âI know.â
âOh-sorry Daddy!â you turn around, not meaning to ignore him. He holds out a sweatshirt and you instinctively hold up your arms so he can help put it on you. âDid you see the Ferris wheel Daddy?â you ask excitingly for the third time that night. Bucky chuckles a bit.Â
âYes, I did,â he answers as if itâs the first heâs hearing about it while putting some soft-knitted mittens he had in his pocket on your hands. âMânot sure if Dada heard though,â he whispers to you, âmaybe you should go tell him,â he informs you with a wink.Â
You hurriedly run over to Steve, jumping in place over and over again in front of him.Â
âDada! Dada!â you take his hand and drag him a bit closer to where you had the best view of the colorful wheel. âLook!â you point and turn to him with an excited expression. âCan we go? Please? Pretty please? Please please please please-â you babble over and over again while continuing to jump up and down until youâve all but run out of air in your lungs.Â
Steve looks at the contraption suspiciously, not trusting of the achy-sounding metal, and certainly not wanting his little girl near anything dangerous. He catches a glimpse of Bucky though, whoâs contagiously smiling at you both, and remembers how often Bucky tells him not to worry so much.Â
âOkay-okayâ Steve caves, unable to help but smile at your hyper manner right now. âJust this once, then we can go home and get you all nice and warmâ he teasingly pinches at your cold cheeks.
âYayayay!â you literally scream out, not even caring one bit that he said it was only once or that you had to go home after this. You were more than overjoyed that you got to ride it at all.Â
You start to make a sprint for it, only getting a few feet when resistance yanks you back, stopping you in your tracks and forcing you to steady yourself from the unexpected halt in momentum. Steve hadnât even pulled on the backpack at all, it was just your pure running and his not moving an inch that caused you to ricochet back a bit. Itâs a wonder you didn't fall flat on your behind.Â
âHeh-sorry!â you sheepishly laugh it off and wait patiently for them to catch up with you in basically two full steps for them.Â
As you make the short walk to the diminishing line in the late hour, Steve stops to tie his shoe, occupying both of his hands. You swing your arms aimlessly around waiting for him to finish while looking around.Â
As you mindlessly scan the area around you, your head does a double take as you recognize something.Â
Noâsomeone.Â
You watch the stranger in confusion until the remnants of memory come back to you. It was a friend. But this person wasnât Peter or WandaâŠno. It was a friend fromâŠbefore.
It disorients you, confusion washing over you and placing a pit in your stomach as your life before now was mostly forgotten and placed in a dusty cardboard box in the back of your mindâs vaults.Â
You watch as they walk away, towards where you know leads to the parking lot. And as if something takes over you, you start following their footsteps, unhinderedly drifting away from where Steve and Bucky are.Â
As you mindlessly follow, several feet behind, memories of your past life replay in your mind. They playback in black and white as if youâre watching one of those really old movies Steve likes to show you sometimes.Â
Then you hazily remember when they first found youâŠtook you. Emotions of how scared and confused you were overtake your mind. You remember how they kept you in the house, never letting you leave.Â
âSily girl, Dada canât kidnap whatâs already his,â Steve would tell you every time youâd harshly accuse him of kidnapping you.Â
âNo one can protect you like we can,â Bucky would shush you after one of his punishments when you had pushed too hard. âDaddy only does this âcause he loves you.â heâd brush over your already bruising skin before carefully wiping away the tears that he had ignored for hours before.
Some nights youâd wake from nightmares, the specifics of it not mattering when Steve would find you crying into your stuffie. He never hesitated to pick you up and let you weep into his shoulder. Always whispering that you were okay, that you were safe.Â
âItâs okay angel, Dadaâs here. Youâre safe with me. Iâll always keep you safe. Always.â heâd repeat to you sincerely, holding onto you so tightly, as if the slightest loosening of his grip meant the very air around him would harm you.
To him though, it was true. Nothing could hurt you as long as you were in his arms. Heâd carry you downstairs, where Bucky would tell you that nightmares didnât matter ââcause they arenât real, dollâŠnot like me and Dada.â heâd caress your warm cheeks while Steve fetched you some cold milk. Theyâd stay up with you as long as you needed, not even daring to shut an eye until you felt safe enough to sleep again.
And truthfullyâŠyou did. You did feel safe.Â
Maybe it was strangeâŠthe way you sought their comfortâŠtheir touchâŠtheir love, when you fought it in the beginning.Â
And you did fightâŠhard.Â
But every retaliation you made only ended in harsh grabs. Every effort to push them away resulted in lacerated reminders. Every moment you spent denying what they told you only yielded unrestrained punishments.Â
âMy sweet girlâŠyouâll learn soon enough. Fighting us only makes it harder for you.â Steve would stroke your cheek through the bars of your crib. âAll you have to do is listen to what we say. We know whatâs best for you, angel.â heâd say before leaving you all tied up and alone for hoursâŠsometimes days.Â
And then, after youâd more than cried yourself dry, throat scratchy from lack of hydration, heâd appear to you, asking if youâd learned your lesson. Your body would somehow discover new tears as youâd plead with him, promising him youâd be a good girl.Â
Itâs then that heâd smile down at you so sweetly, lifting your limp body from its cushiony cage and shower you with endless affection.Â
Heâd drown you with attention, never allowing you to lift a finger. Heâd clean you up with your favorite scented soap, and after you were all done, Bucky would present you with a new set of soft clothes they bought just for you for taking your punishment so so well. Theyâd play your favorite shows and message every sore spot on your tired body after ordering from your favorite type of take out, something you never even told them. There wasnât a moment where they werenât touching you in some way, dousing you with sweet words about how much they loved their beautiful helpless little girl.Â
Helpless.
A word that reminds you exactly how you felt the very first time you bumped into Steve. All alone and scared, in a place that was dark and unfamiliar. You were lost then.Â
Just like you were right now.Â
You practically snap back into reality, the one where youâve found yourself far away from the luminous festival lights and eerily close to where you canât hear racket of activities anymore. Itâs quiet, and you donât even know where that funnily familiar person you were following went. Dread fills your insides as you realize youâre all alone.Â
You turn around hastily,Â
Anxiety fills your stomach as you rashly run in the opposite direction, before tripping on a wire that sends you spiraling down to the ground. You clumsily try to catch yourself, mittened hands harshly hitting the pavement, and asphalt slashes through your leggings, exposing the soft flesh of your knees to razor-sharp pain.
The sudden impact scares you, tears that were already forming from before start rushing out of your eyes.Â
Instinctually, you cry for Steve. For Dada. But when after too many moments you donât feel their comfort, you look around and remember theyâre not there. Your heart pounds as people rush by seemingly unaffected by your fallen form. You swirl your head around looking for them and are instead met with the haunting image of your green leashâs end, its ghostly emptiness scorning you from where it lays. Â
You cry harder, guilt and anguish now thumping alongside the throbbing in your chest that radiates to your bodyâs wounded limbs and you're pretty sure the only words coming out of your mouth are pathetic strings of âdaddyâ and âdada.â
âThere she isâ Bucky spots you, both of them rushing over to you, distraught as they notice your scraped-up form.Â
âDada!â you cry, leaping towards Steve and wrapping your arms around his neck as he picks you up. You helplessly weep, not just from the physical pain but from the emotional strain your misplaced detour took you on. You cry for leaving them. You can't tell if it was on purpose, but you feel awful from even remembering your past life and getting so close to being lost.
âFuck, angel. What happened?â Steve breathes, taking the scuffed mittens off your hands to examine you closer.Â
âI-...I-â you try to speak through gasps of crying. They both question you on where you went and why you walked away. You barely manage to tell the story in broken sobs as to what truthfully happened. They listen intensively as you tearfully explain the details of what happened.
âBut-but-I-I donât wanna! Donât wanna lose daddies! Donât wanna! Didnât mean t-to! I-I p-promise-I-I didnât!â you stagger between breaths, gasping for air as your sob relentlessly in Steveâs arms.Â
âShh, hey-heyâ Bucky caresses your head, directing your attention to him. âItâs okay, doll. Itâs okay. Youâre okay.â he consoles. Steve gently wipes your tears at the same time and helps in calming you. You look at them both through blurry vision and continue weeping apologies to which they both remind you that itâs okay.Â
They were scared to death when they only took their eyes off you for a second and you were goneâŠbut they found you, just like the first time.Â
They bring you over to sit down on a bench so they can better help console you and check your injuries. Steve rummages through the backpack he was carrying to get a first aid kit, and Bukcy watches through tortured eyes as you miserably cry.
âDoll.â he tenderly tilts your chin up to him. Tearful eyes red from crying look up to him. âDaddyâs proud of you.â he states, earnestly, stern and true. It makes you cry harder though, with confusion written all over your face. Proud? How could he be proud when you almost thought about running away?Â
âW-why?â you cry âI-I bad. bad!â you weep pitifully as you feel Steve cleaning your knees.Â
âNo angel. Youâre not bad.â Steve states, only confusing you more, you were sure both of them would be upset with youâŠconsidering they had every reason to.Â
âYou know why?â Bucky asks, stroking your previously cold cheeks that have now been warmed by your tears. You shake your head no as more seemingly endless tears fall. ââCause you came back,â he says, wiping them as they come. âYou came back to find us. Thatâs all that matters.â Bucky reassures you.Â
It hurts, both his and Steveâs worst fear almost coming to life.Â
But it didn't.Â
And truthfully, no one understood that more than Bucky. He knew more than anyone what it was like to get confused. To see or hear something otherwise mundane that whips you back to a place where you feel out of control.Â
The story you recanted to them rings all too familiar to him. It reminds him of shaky hands and paralyzed tongue that attempted to explain to Steve what it was like to not be in control of your own body. Your own actions.Â
It didnât matter that you wandered away. It didnât matter where your thoughts went. All that mattered was that you cried for them. All that mattered was your tiny hands curled around Steve's shirt so hard heâd thought youâd hurt your own fingers. All that mattered was the way you pulled Bucky closer while weeping his name as he comforted you.Â
All that matteredâŠwas that you needed your Daddies. Â
They both reassure as such in ways they knew you'd understand. Besides, it only made sense that their little girl would get confused sometimes. Thatâs what daddies are for. And you came back because you knew they always made the best decisions for you. And even if on the off chance that you hadn'tâŠthat really wouldnât have mattered anyway either. They would always find their little girl because you belong with them. Always and forever.
âWhich ones do you want little princess?â Steve asks you, offering a variety of colorful bandages in front of you. Your hysteria and their sweet strong words have all but distracted you from the pain of the scratches lacerating your knees. You point to the ones you like and Steve praises you for making âsuch a good choice babygirl.â
Bucky holds you close and lets you bury your head in his chest while Steve carefully puts them on. You feel guilt again when you notice that the soft mittens now have little scuffs and holes in them that match your pants. But Steve reassures you that itâs âno biggieâ and that they can always get you another pair.Â
âHow about Daddy and I get you some ice cream?â Steve suggests, knowing sweets was at least one way to cheer his sweet girl up.Â
You sniffle, looking to him at the suggestion.Â
âIce cweam?â you say with a small voice âI-I wike ice cweamâ you say softly, not meaning to slur your words. But you never did anyway, it always just happened beyond your control.Â
âI think that sounds perfect, huh doll?â Bucky says lightheartedly and sweetly while picking you up from the bench and placing you in Steve's arms.
âWif sprinkles toos?â you ask, rubbing your sore eyes.Â
âAll the sprinkles for my sweet little girlâ Steve smiles at you while playfully poking at your side making you giggle a bit.Â
The cold dessert cools your hot throat and brings a smile back to your face. Of course, what really made you happy was knowing your daddies werenât upset with you, and even more importantly, that you were never going to lose them.
âHey whatâs that on Dadaâs face?â Bucky points directly to Steve, making you turn to examine it closely as you're still in his arms. It gives Bucky the opportunity to steal a lick from your ice cream.
âHey!â you laugh turning back to Buckyâs not-so-secret move when you realize there was nothing amiss on your Dadaâs face.Â
âWhat?â he puts his hands and shoulders up in a shrug of confusion while looking around and feigning confusion. You giggle more as obvious signs of ice cream are on the tip of his nose.
âLooks like daddyâs the one with something on his faceâ Steve teases, and you laugh with them while they let you finish your little treat.
âYou still wanna go up on the Ferris wheel babygirl?â Steve asks after wiping your hands clean from any sticky residue. You look up to him with awe and shock, not expecting him to still offer it.Â
âReally?â you question with a hopeful but weary look on your face from not being sure of why you deserve it. Steve nods at you and tells you yes. Maybe he was skeptical before, but nothing was better than seeing his little girl's face light up in a smile.Â
Plus, Steve knew you were their little girl. More than that, he knew that you knew. In your heart, you came back to them. You needed them. And thatâs all Steve could ever want.Â
Youâre squeezed between your two daddies as the wheel makes its way up to the top. They watch as you look in awe of how tiny everything looks from up above. This must be what it's like for your daddies to see all the time. You feel as though youâre at the tippity top of the wheel forever. You donât mind as itâs beautiful and quiet up there with the only people in the world you wanted to be with. You tiredly lay your head against Steve's arm, signaling to him that youâll likely sleep the whole drive home.Â
âI love you,â you say contently, and they know you say it for both of them.Â
âWe love you too angel. So much,â Steve tells you, smiling down at his sleepy little girl, and looking up to see Buckyâs lightened up face too.Â
He takes it all in, remembering the times when just he and Bucky would go out to these thingsâor reallyâwhen Bukcy would drag him to the carnivals. He knew how much Bucky loved this. He knew how much you loved this. And he loved it too. He loved you both, and that was all he needed.