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wandasaura · 1 day ago

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AMERICAN HONEY

summary — there’s a wild wild whisper blowing in the wind, and it wraps around you tightly in the form sunshine and strong hands.

warning(s) — established relationships, polyamorous relationship, married wandanat, dom/sub dynamics, bdsm dynamics, daddy kink, mommy kink, butt plugs, slight anal play, public play, exhibition kink, exposed positions, verbal humiliation, light dumbification, degradation, pool party, bathing suits (wink wink bikinis), pussy inspection, praise, hair pulling, prolonged edging, begging, crying, ruined orgasms, fingering, teasing, alcohol consumption, smoking, whining, threat of pussy spanking, kitchen sex, kitchen counters, face grabbing, name calling, mention of subspace, elements of aftercare, fluff if you squint?, truly just depraved 4th of july smut, men/minors dni

authors note — i wrote this in between a million different activities, high noons, and cart hits… so please forgive me for being late, im just a girl trying her best under hard circumstances. this was almost named courtesy of the red, white, and blue… btw

Sunlight gleams down upon already sparkling water, rippled currents in the pool blown wild by the sweet whisper of wind that sneaks into the open landscape backyard. Not many trees conceal the happenings of your residence, nor does the white picket fence that only comes up to Natasha’s waist, but there’s an unspoken solitude regardless — a safety when they’re around.

Your unwavering trust in them is sensational — one of a kind most certainly, if you ask them at least. It’s evident now, as the breeze swings through the backyard and creates ripples in the west traveling current, and Natasha drags an eight-foot spa skimmer along the surface. She’s creating tension and simultaneously breaking it. She knows that too.

The classic blue-and-white gingham pattern sitting over your shoulders is timeless, a staple piece for a holiday so proudly rooted in historical achievements. That’s not the reason you chose it though. The pattern reminds you of picnic blankets and comfort; Wanda’s comfort. She’d been in your mind when you purchased it. You’d considered her opinion when you’d noticed the triangular top and tie-side bottoms emphasized by a ruffled trim that would undeniably catch her attention. Wanda had been your thought three weeks ago, but Natasha takes up your brain now.

The breeze is warm, twinged with a feels like temperature of 91°f, but it feels cold as it blows against vulnerable inches of soft, glistening skin. Natasha notices the involuntary shimmy from across the pool, and her eyes sweep over the gleam on your skin with captivation. A smirk crawls onto her lips. It’s smooth, simple, discreet enough to leave you unsure if it happened at all.

“Cold, baby?” Her voice carries over the pool with the breeze, and it hits you with a force that has your hips rocking in desperation you can’t hide. You should be embarrassed, humiliated that you’d ever let yourself be pinned to this situation, but they’ve had you like this for hours now, and you’re beyond the point of really giving a damn. Still, your cheeks flame at Natasha’s supposed indifference. Scratch that, just her indifference. Natasha doesn’t feel bad for you. She loves you, she wants the world for you by her fingertips and only hers, but you made your bed, and she’s always been keen on natural order.

A whine pulls up from somewhere deep and soft in your belly. Your hips rock, searching for pressure, pleasure, anything. All you manage to accomplish she pressing the plug deeper into your ass, the flared base stretching deep within a hole they’re still waiting patiently to fuck. Natasha’s going to be first. Wanda’s already given her that promise for when the time comes. The fleeting thought doesn’t help your flustered and highly strung state, but somehow you find a response. Simple words. “I don’t know.” There’s a whine in your tone, a tremble of petulance that comes with your utmost submission. It’s walls crumbling down, thought slipping away, replaced with natural impulse.

“You don’t know?” Natasha huffs when the spa skimmer passes through a single handful of leaves, blown over the fence from Agatha’s yard where Rio tends to flagpole cherry blossoms — the only reason you know specifically because Agatha makes sure to correct everyone on Rio’s behalf. She’s barely even paying attention to you right now, huffing beneath her breath as she slams the skimmer into the grass, and it drives you further up the wall of desperation.

“No?” It’s a question pointed at her when it shouldn’t be. It’s your body, not hers, she has no way of knowing what you perceive as cold if you don’t communicate as such, but you find yourself asking her anyways, and Natasha finds it cute; amongst other things.

“Don’t know much of anything right now, do you? Too hard to think with your cunt on display for me?” She doesn’t yell the words, but they’re definitely not a whisper either, and your cheeks flame with heat as the breeze seems to project her tone through the yard. You wonder if Agatha heard, if it carried over distinctly enough for her to really pick up on it. Natasha’s probably wondering the same, though nowhere near as muted with nerves.

“Yes, Daddy.” A hushed whisper, involuntary and soft. You’re exactly where she wants you, but she can’t help but want to push a little harder, keep you here a little longer. Nobody’s set to start arriving for another three hours, so she has at least two to break you down however she pleases. “Please.”

“Please what, malysh (baby)? Please touch you, please make it feel better, please come over there and spank my pussy because I know I told you to keep your legs fucking spread, so why are they closing?” Natasha’s glare hardens, deep and cold as she narrows her gaze and wills her eyebrows together until they’re scrunched and misshapen. It was an unconscious thing, but still shame pools in your belly and heat flames in your core as you peel your thighs open, further this time, and give her access to all of you.

The matching gingham bottoms, adorned with a band of ruffles along the top that sits right at your navel tightly, is discarded on the lounge chair to your immediate right — already wet, but not from the pool. Natasha had directed you to take them off twenty minutes after you’d joined her out in the sun, sent away by Wanda who needed to shower without your needy wandering hands, and they’d remained there dutifully for what you suspect is going on an hour.

The chair is becoming damp beneath you, slick with arousal that drips out of your wanting entrance teased and taunted relentlessly by the fullness in your ass that’s incessant and unmoving, so insufferably understimulating. Natasha can see the pearls of need glimmering on your lips, and your thighs, not just sweat that lights you up with glittering sparkles and radiant beams. Need for her is what unmakes you, and it feels heavenly to have that reassurance in just the way you let it happen like this at all.

“Go find, Mommy.” She directs, pulling her attention away from your cunt, letting it drift to your eyes, and the way you stare at her lazily, drunkenly, blissfully and submissively. So many words to describe the stars in your eyes as the words register in your head, but there’s not enough time in the day for Natasha to prattle off every synonym.

“What?” You stutter, harping on the simplicity of her statement because certainly she’s not sending you away right now, not like this. When you’re ready and willing to eat out of the palm of her hand and she hasn’t even done anything more than push that plug into your ass bent over the bathroom countertop.

“Is that head too fuzzy?” Natasha scoffs, shaking her head. Her hair is twinged with strawberry highlights from the sun, a soft shade of golden pink that feels neatly on with the darker auburn curls that frame her face wildly. “I said, go find Mommy.”

A rebuttal is on the tip of your tongue. A strong-willed declaration that you hate the idea of leaving her and will not be doing anything of the sort of your own volition, but then her eyebrow raises at you challengingly from across the pool, and the butterflies already in your belly are plunged into boiling oil until that flutter and flap about uncontrollably.

“Bottoms on first, dorogoy.” Natasha smirks when she notices the faint twitch of your muscles beneath your skin — intention budding to the surface, mere seconds away from leaving you exposed to whoever in Westview glances over the picket fence paces away. A scarlet hue twinges your cheeks, and Natasha laughs sweetly as she shakes her head and watches you dress with anxious movements and mousy fingers. “So eager you were gonna prance right through the yard all exposed? By all means, baby, I love seeing that cute little plug, but that’s a little desperate, no? Even for my little slut?” She’s baiting you, teasing you because she can, and it works wonders against you as your skin flushes pink.

“Daddy.” There’s a sickening whine in your tone as it floats with the breeze toward Natasha, a desperate plea for her to do something, anything, clear as day beneath your single utterance of her title — the very one she’d initially had to break you down and coax you sweetly to use. You’ve come a long way since then. They’ve corrupted you in unspeakable ways since the very first night you spent together in the business district of Manhattan. “Please.”

“Inside, dorogoy. Now.” Natasha knows what you want even when you don’t. She won’t deny that you want to cum. She’s known you’ve wanted to be brought over the edge of a blissful orgasm since seven am that morning, but she knows what you want even more that you just can’t see beneath all of that fuzziness in your head. You want to cum, but you want to be broken down and used between them both even more. Your fingers twitch, your knees lock, you're desperate for relief, but even more so for their unwavering control that’s been interlocked with aspects of your relationship from the jump.

Natasha’s not looking for an answer from you, she’s looking for obedience. The blue-and-white gingham bottoms feel light on your hips, the dangling ties tickle your thighs with every gust of wind that blows past. “Okay.” You concede softly, breath only a whisper as it fights against the changing breeze that throws the submission right back in your face like a brick wall.

Natasha doesn’t say anything. She just watched how you prance like a baby deer on new legs through the yard because every little step spreads pleasure through your ever slowly frying nerves. It’s a slow process, a tedious game. They have you in a good place, all sweet and pliant, but they could have you somewhere deeper, darker with warmth that feels cold when they leave for too long. She doesn’t say anything, but you hear the aluminum rustling behind you when you reach for the handle on the sliding glass door and strain your eyes for Wanda’s silhouette in the kitchen.

She brought a High Noon outside with her before you joined. Grapefruit flavor because it’s the one inclusion in the variety pack that you and Wanda turn your nose up at entirely. The watermelon ones, with the green detailing on the front, are reserved solely for you, and the pineapple Wanda. It’s a system that established itself around the third Fourth of July you spent together, and it crushes you like an elephant now as you spare one glance over your shoulder and watch Natasha lift her chin to chase a sip of the fizzling vodka seltzer.

You think she knows you’re looking at her, lingering by the door with your glassy eyes set solely on her, but she never turns her head to find out. She takes a sip, then two, and then she reaches for the spa skimmer and returns to her task of scooping out leaves that haven’t even fallen into the water yet. She’s meticulous, sometimes annoyingly so, but you know her skin crawls when people come over and mess with her things, so you let her have the one element of control she can grasp with white knuckles unapologetically.

“Find Mommy.” You remind yourself softly as your attention turns back to the door. You find her easily now that you’re really looking for her. She’s standing by the sink, her back to the living room, face to the window that overlooks the garden she’s packed full of blueberries and roses. The glare from unforgiving sunlight beats down on your back and the door, twinging her slightly yellow and darkening the specifics of her movements, but it allows enough insight for your belly to grow anxious with a desperation for proximity immediately. Your bones feel cold without hands touching your skin, even when sunshine crisps you beyond golden quickly.

Cold air hits you in the face in an unforeseen ambush that you truthfully should’ve anticipated, and the sound of the door gliding against the track pulls Wanda’s attention to you just as a shiver runs up your already sensitive spine. She looks like she’s about to greet you, coo about the adorable way your muscles twitch when you’re cold, but then her eyes lock onto the ruffles laying over your navel and the swell of your breasts, and she can’t seem to find any words on her tongue at all.

Your hands curl into tight fists at your sides, stunned to stillness by the drastic change in temperature, her undivided attention on your body, and the fact that she’s standing here in only a bikini that accentuates every curve she’s worked devotedly to maintain.

You’d known she was going on-the-nose patriotic for a while, but you’d never specifically sought out her choice of bathing suit when you’d been purposefully hiding yours in Natasha’s bottom drawer like a mischievous child. You don’t think she’d intentionally gone to the same lengths of secrecy, but it dawns on you slowly that she’d also probably avoided showing you beforehand with intention.

“Well hello, devochka (baby girl).” She coos when she gets it together, voice sweet, sickeningly so. Her head cranes just slightly to the left, and the way her hair falls away from her shoulder provides the perfect glimpse at red and white striped straps dangling daintily down the center of her spine, two perfectly formed bunny ears catching your attention from just below her earlobes. “Look at you! Did you get that suit just for me? For Mommy?”

Natasha doesn’t show you an inch of sunshine until you’ve earned her gentle warmth, but Wanda smothers you in it deep until you can’t even seem to think for yourself without her prompting. She misses no beat even now, her tone sweet like honey, her words curled with such invitation it lures you forward without command.

“Yes.” You answer, because you know she wants one. You can still think semi-clearly enough to fall in line with the expectations they’ve painstakingly engraved into your subconscious. Your eyes, already glassy from Natasha’s unmaking, already wide with need and desperation, somehow intensify as you drown in Wanda’s appearance.

You can tell what she’d been doing before you came inside. The counters are clean, the sink dry of any water spots or dishes. But she stands by the sink, on hand on the countertop, the other on her hip. Her chest is angled out toward you, just slightly, just enough to really be able to tell that the cups of her bathing suit are mismatched, mimicking the American flag in a way that doesn’t scream anything overtly annoying or untrue about herself and her views. It’s tasteful, classic, and alluring as you analyze the seemingly crinkled ribbed texture of the two piece.

“Oh, my good girl.” Wanda preens, humming in satisfaction that you’d only been able to anxiously anticipate seeing for yourself — a fate you chose admittedly, but that’s besides the point. “Come here, come closer. Let me really see it.” She directs, sweet and comforting, her hands coming up to her sides to draw you into her embrace.

It feels like a waddle as you pad across the kitchen tiles in a pair of flip flops that’s sole purpose is to save the soles of your feet from the blistering concrete out back. Every step jostles the plug in your ass, sparking pleasure that taunts you relentlessly. You’re full, you haven’t forgotten, you can’t forget, but not full in the way you need, not stimulated in the way you’ve been trying to grab onto and secure all morning. Your knees are week, your core throbbing and slickened with arousal that continues to pool out of you at their prolonged nonchalance, and you’re certain that Wanda’s memorizing this wild picture of you to draw inspiration from later on when she has all the time in the world to do this slowly and meticulously.

“There you are. Come on, come sit.” Wanda smiles sweetly, she holds onto your hips and without any warning lifts you up onto the countertops that are cold to the touch from the stream of air blowing down on them as relentlessly as the sunlight on beige concrete. You shiver again, goosebumps prickling your skin, but it's another sensation that trips you up too.

The lounge chairs out back are threaded with a flexible net, one that shapes to your body even just a little bit. You hadn’t realized how forgiving that flexibility had been on the plug, but now that her hands hold your hips firmly against the counter, driving the plug further into your ass — deeper — you can’t avoid the pleasure and the devastating disappointment of your cunt remaining empty.

“Did you have fun out there? You put on quite the show for Daddy. Who taught you those things, devochka)? To sit with your pretty pussy on display for anyone to see and touch. That’s so naughty. Not for little girls who listen to their Mommy’s.” Wanda tsks, and your belly drops with a feeling you can’t name in this haze. Your eyes glisten, tears stinging your waterline as your bottom lip pouts at her sweetly. Oh, how she loves to see you cry for her. “You listen to your Mommy, don’t you, milaya devochka (sweet girl)?”

“Yes.” Your head bobs unconsciously, the answer falling off your tongue before you can even process what she’s asked. You’re already proving your point, her point. Wanda smiles in satisfaction, an amused hum falling into the air around you as she tangles her curious fingertips into the strings at your hips.

“Lift your hips for me, baby. Mommy just wants to check something really quick.” Wanda directs gently, but there’s no room to argue with the tone she sets, especially not as it wraps around you tightly and turns all that remains of your proud independence into pitiful codependency that lingers for hours. It doesn’t occur to you that floaty and clingy is how they want you, but it’s the honest truth. The strings come undone with one testing pull, and in seconds Wanda taps the inner section of your thigh with enough intention to sting, and has them off and in the air before you can even blink dazedly. “Oh my, did Daddy let you take a dip in the pool?” She asks, and your eyebrows furrow innocently.

“No, Mommy.” Your head shakes, strands of hair that escape your cowboy boot shaped claw clip tickling the nape of your neck and your cheeks as the motion swings them easily in the manufactured breeze.

“Then why are they all wet, my love? Certainly it’s not all because of that little cunt.” Wanda frowns, tracing her manicured nail over the patch of wetness that’s not entirely visible through the waterproof material, but is still easily identifiable when fingertips graze the sodden garments. Your cheeks flame, and while your thighs had never truly been spread to acclimate the presence of her between them fully, they squeeze tighter shut with her condescending attention on your aching core. “Oh, but that’s what it is, isn’t it, my good girl? You’re just too needy, you can’t even help it — can’t even go one morning without needing somebody to make it all better for you. That little cunt just always wants some attention, doesn’t it?” She’s overwhelming you with questions she doesn’t really want answers to, but she likes to see you squirm at the imagery she lays brazenly at your feet without pity. She might be burning alive without her tongue between your thighs, lapping up any evidence of your arousal, but she’d happily burn with the knowledge that she’s dragging you down with her just because she can; because you let it happen.

“Yes, Mommy.” You squeak, voice high, officially floaty as it takes on a pitch Wanda hadn’t thought possible before she met you. Her eyes are wild with lust and affection, wild passionate affection that can’t be stifled or diluted by decades of learned self control. She’s a tamed beast, a trusted shot in a war, but sometimes she breaks free of the chains she made for herself to preserve her fragile heart, and when it’s let out on you, there’s no coming back from the heaven she creates out of syllabus and taunting curls.

“Does it hurt, baby? Is it achey?” Wanda crones, her eyebrows pulled taut with faux sympathy, but even with the knowledge of experience, you can’t see past her sweet questions and gentle movements despite the crudeness of her commentary.

“Yes.” You whisper, head bobbing. Your eyes trace her face. Her eyes, her freckled cheeks, her nose. The trail across her jawline, the sharp cut of her cheekbones. Her hair falls over her shoulders, not untamed, but rather unconfined; free.

“Look at me, malysh.” Soft, hard, firm. She cuts through the air and the fog of your mind with one clear order, and when you find her eyes again, deep green and glowing beneath the yellow lighting Natasha’s been itching to switch out for LED, they’re so much darker then you remember, pupils blown wide with lust and glittering refractions of light dusted across the enter dazzling orb. “Open your legs.”

Your thighs fall open instantly, and your core that’s no longer concealed by the gingham pattern of your bottoms is exposed to her without a barrier now. Your clit pulses at the exposure to cold air, hard and pebbled from tension that nobody’s been kind enough to relieve. Your entrances clenches and unclenches, no rhythm, no reason, just begs whimsically for something to probe it unkindly and brutally. Your lips are puffy, swollen and red. How much of the glow comes from unforgiving sunlight or arousal Wanda’s uncertain, but for the moment she’s captivated by the effortless beauty of your pussy as it begs her for anything.

“Oh, so eager already?” Wanda groans, before her attention is pulled to your clot when it throbs unabashedly at her condensation. Your cheeks can go flush, your brain can go fuzzy, but your pussy is the biggest tell of them all. “Aw, that must feel so icky, princess. Yeah?”

“Mommy!” Your feet kick against the countertops petulantly, a whine pulling from somewhere in your belly that’s only explored when they can get you there; here. Wanda’s eyes harden, her jaw clicks at the audacity you somehow still have even halfway to the moon and out of touch with everything else.

“We do not kick.” She scolds, sharp and clear, and your throat bobs with a thickness that somehow even burns in your eyes. “Now be quiet and let me check. God only knows what your Daddy did while I wasn’t watching you both.” Wanda rolls her eyes, and before you can even really process what she says, her fingers pull your lips apart, exposing your clit and clenching hole. It’s another level of exposed, a deeper shudder of pleasure that runs up your spine and shakes you just enough to shift pressure on the plug. “God, look at this pussy. So pretty, baby girl. Remind me, whose pussy is it again?”

It takes a second, more like three, for you to find an answer in your head as her fingers continue to simply hold your pussy open for her eyes to marvel at, but eventually you do, leaning closer to her unconsciously as your eyelids bat heavily. “Yours.”

“And what’s my name, baby?” She hums, half satisfied but wanting more. She always wants more, she’s as insatiable as you, though neither one of you can compete with Natasha.

“M-Mommy!” You gasp when her fingers brush your clit, just once, just hard enough to really feel how pebbled and click your pulsing bud is with arousal right now, before anyone really even touched you. A whine of disappointment falls off your lips when she doesn’t make a move to repeat the action.

“Yes, milaya devochka?” She smirks smugly, and it’s a miracle that your muscles don’t move on their own accord and thrash against the countertop in petulant frustration that’s been building for hours on end now. One push too far and you fall down a spiral they need undivided attention to pull you out of, but if you continue to glide just right, they know there’s heaven in your future — all of your futures.

A strangled whine falls off of your lips, your hands reaching out to grapple at the strings of her bikini. You know Natasha’s planning on wearing a white top and black athletic shorts that she has no reason to take off before she jumps into the pool, but it won’t be as captivating as how Wanda looks right now.

“I wonder how desperate this pussy is for me. If I just press right here… yeah, just like this, oh fuck, baby. Not even pushing into you and this tight little cunt is just beginning for more.” Wanda moans beneath her breath, her eyes closing tightly for only a second before they focus on your core again. “Let’s see what happens if I do…this.” She questions, and then she eases that one single digit into your entrance and nothing else matters anymore.

A high pitched whine escapes you, and despite the stillness that follows her quick intrusion, the complete fullness that finally settles something in your bones sparks you into all encompassing pleasure quickly. Your hips don’t rock on their own accord, they’re infuriatingly still despite the pleasure blooming in your core halfway, and Wanda knows that you won’t be able to move until something lightens up, but you don’t want that either. You want whatever she gives you, whatever gets you there.

“So responsive for me, baby.” She teases when you gasp again, and when her finger curls, pointedly and with clear intent against that spongy part of your walls that’s buried just perfectly behind your clout, it’s all over for you as your forehead drops to her shoulder and you gasp out ragged breaths. “Oh, does my pussy like that? Do you like it when I finger you here? On the counter, with your legs all nice and spread open. Fucking hell, you’re close already? Just from this?” Wanda groans, her eyes screwing closed, concealing the aroused amazement that floats in her eyes as she feels your walls contract around her finger tightly. Just the one, she hasn’t offered any more.

“Please!” It’s the only thing you’ve managed to say, to bring yourself to ask in minutes, and Wanda feels so smug to know that in darkness, the one grain of light you found was the expectation to ask before you cum. She knows you’re not really asking though. You’re telling her you’re cumming, falling over the edge into her single finger that doesn’t even fuck you, just curls up and against your g-spot every few seconds without rhyme or reason. This was never about fucking you. She’d never told you that, nor led you to believe it. But what your mind made up on its own was none of her concern when she’s told you time and time again to let her do the thinking. “Nu uh! No! No! Please!”

Wanda’s fingers pull away from your cunt quickly, just as she felt your walls tightly so impossibly around her knuckle that even she knew any second longer and you would’ve fallen over the blissful edge into paradise. Instead, her palm slaps against your core, still exposed despite how your thighs tremble hanging off the edge of the countertop. Wanda coos, she grabs your ankles between delicate fingers, guiding your legs up until your chin rests on your knees and the soles of your feet are firmly against the marble, your core still open and exposed to her eyes, but the slight cant of your body now leaning to engage more core support opens up an entrance that Natasha’s left untouched since the early morning.

Wanda doesn’t even address the ruined orgasm, but she watched how your cunt pulses and clenches with need and desperation. She groans when a single tear falls down your cheek, your bottom lip bitten and a picture of desperation. Your clit pulses with the beat of your heart, and despite the heavy feeling in your bones and the way this position has you still, your hips try to chase the sting of her palm slapping against you mercilessly.

“Daddy picked such a pretty plug for you, malysh.” Wanda coos, her manicured fingers tapping against the jeweled plug in your ass, adding to the sensitivity that bites at your exposed nerves and core. Your hips try to jump, but they can’t with the way your hands hold your ankles tightly, having taken Wanda’s place with quiet submission. You know what she wants, and sometimes you give it to her without question. “But it’s time for it to come out now. We’re all done playing.” Wanda tells you firmly, the boundary now drawn clear, but you still whine in defeat as excitement bubbles in your belly and becomes twinged with anxiousness at the prospect of going all day unsatisfied. You need her, all of her, and she’s only giving you what she wants.

“Please! Please, I don’t want to be all done!” It’s almost a wail, definitely a whiny plea, but it’s silenced by fingers grabbing at your cheeks until your lips pucker like a fish. Wanda’s hold is unrelenting, tight and dominating. She’s all done toying with your body so boldly, but her control hasn’t wavered for even a second.

“We are all done. I’m going to take the plug out of your ass, and then we’re going to put another layer of sunscreen on before Maria and Yelena get here. Do I make myself clear?” She let’s go of your face only so that you can nod freely, your hand coming up to rub away the itch on your face from where the tear had slowly fallen with cinematic timing. “Words.”

“Yes, Mommy.” You whine, and she allows it, only because you look so sweet fucked out and scolded on the counter, a puddle beneath you that you either have noticed, or aren’t aware enough to be embarrassed about. Satisfied with your answer, Wanda pulls you off the counter and spins you around under the edge of the marble digs into your belly, right above where the ruffled fabric lays against your navel.

“Relax for me baby. Take a big deep breath in.” Wanda’s fingers find your clit at the same time as the other hand fings the base of the plug, and as you breathe in through your nose, she rubs tight loose circles around your still throbbing bud and works the plug out without teasing. She wasn’t kidding. You’re all done playing. But it still disappoints you that she didn’t at least try and drag it out any longer. “Good girl. Good job. Now, put your bottoms back on and wait for me.”

“Why do I have to wait?” You pout, wanting only to be wrapped up tightly in her embrace at the very least if she wasn’t going to work you through a mind blowing orgasm. The only thought on your mind is her, her and Natasha, but the redhead is still locked away outside, still treating the pool and skimming the water and putting off getting dressed because that’s the very last thing she has control of before chaos ensues for hours. You think that vaguely, but it doesn’t hold much weight. Nothing outside of earning her praise and her attention holds any weight to you.

“Because, you made a mess on my countertops after I just cleaned them.” Wanda scoffs, and your cheeks flame, and you whispered a muted ‘Oh’ because what do you even say to that, and she smiles mischievously over her shoulder as she drags a paper towel over the mess and then reaches for the all purpose cleaner that smells like lemons and vanilla all at once. “Yeah, oh.” She giggles before she throws the paper towel away and turns her attention back to you, sighing softly when she sees you’ve made no effort to reclaim the still untied bottoms on the ground and redress yourself despite the time ticking by faster and faster.

“You feeling okay? Just a little floaty? A little needy?” Wanda asks, assuring that you know she already knows where your head is at, but wanting to make sure nothing else had breached the surface of your little paradise found in her arms as she wraps you up tight in her embrace, forgiving eye contact for only this moment as you snuggle in deep and use her for all the warmth and comfort that she packs in her body.

“Okay. Just wanna be close.” You muse, eyes closing, but you’ve never known Wanda or Natasha to let you rest after a session, and without fail she tugs your head and begins guiding you down the hallway to the bathroom, directing you to pee while she sifts through the sunscreen in the cabinet until she finds the one specifically for you.

It doesn’t dawn on any of you until hours later that the plug was left in the kitchen, right in plain sight on the countertop, but you’re eternally thankful to Maria who moved it without question after noticing, and only brought it up to Natasha with smugness three times throughout the night.

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petersluvbug · 3 days ago

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Baby, I Loved You First

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⇨ 「pairing— bff!bob reynolds x fem!reader」

⇨ 「summary— bob’s been your best friend since you met him in the vault; you had an instant connection. he’s always been in love with you, but you’re too oblivious to see it, dating guys who don’t love you like bob does. but after months of watching and listening to you go on dates with random guys, bob finally has enough and tells you how he feels. what’s even better?? a storm brews in while he walks you to your date’s house.」

⇨ 「a/n— first fic on this account whoop whoop!! i’ve been obsessed with lewis pullman and thunderbolts* so i had to write for him. i haven’t written in a while so i’m a bit rusty pls bare with me. also this is kinda based on Loved You First by One Direction. i hope you enjoy!」

⇨ 「warnings— both think it’s unrequited (it’s definitely not), reader is OBLIVIOUS (but so is bob), slight mention of bob’s childhood, past addiction, & alcohol, bob’s HELLA jealous, angst, cursing, yearning!bob, fluffy ending yay!!, and i think that’s it」

⇨ 「word count— 5.5k」

You tried to sneak out of the tower unnoticed, you really did. But Bob caught you before you could even get near the elevator door, stopping you in your tracks. Geez, it was like he has a sixth sense or something.

“Where are you going?” He asked you nicely, not sternly or orderly, just politely asked you to see where you were going. You gave him a look, the look of I-know-exactly-what-you’re-doing and you weren’t going to give in. In his defense, he’s just being a good friend—your best friend—by looking out for you and making sure you’re safe.

“Out,” you responded, crossing your arms over your dress that was way too short in Bob’s opinion. You felt goosebumps crawl up your skin as Bob met your eyes and stared, and eyebrow cocked in suspicion.

He hummed, “Out… Where? Outside? It’s supposed to rain soon, I hope you know. You’ll get cold in that dress.” You rolled your eyes at him, he was being a smartass and both you and he knew it.

You scoffed, “No, doofus, out as in I’m going out. With someone.”

Bob felt a familiar feeling rise up his chest and in his stomach. He hated when you went out with random dudes who don’t even like you for you. They don’t know you like he does—don’t love you like he does.

The brunette went through every excuse to keep you here in his mind, but knew none of them would actually work. He still tried though. “Can’t you reschedule? Like I said, it’s about to rain, storm even, and it could be dangerous for you to go out.” Oh man, he was horrible at making up excuses. He struggled to find the right words to keep you here in the Watchtower with him, but they didn’t work. You really wanted to see this guy, apparently.

With a sigh, you walked over to Bob and rubbed your hand up and down his arm, “Thanks for your concern, Bob, but I’ll be okay. I can handle myself. Especially a little bit of rain.”

“But it’s gonna storm-“

You giggled, “Okay, I can handle a storm, Bob.” He sighed and looked down. There was no persuading you into staying home with him and he was finally starting to accept it. “I’ll be just fine, I promise.”

He nodded, still not meeting your gaze. “Is he picking you up, at least?” There was at least that, and it would ensure your safety which is all he cared about.

You sighed and shook your head, “No. He said it would be easier if I met him at his place so he would have more time to get ready.” Bob could hear the disappointment and embarrassment in your tone, not liking the idea of a selfish douche who won’t even pick up his date just because he needs more time to get ready.

“Are you serious?” The words flew out of Bob’s lips before he even had the chance to think about saying them. His eyes snapped up to yours, which were filled with an emotion he can’t read.

You gave him a nod, wishing you didn’t agree to go on this stupid date in the first place.

“Can I at least walk you there? I’ll leave before he sees me, I just want to make sure you get there safely.” Bob grabbed your hands that began to fumble with the fabric of your dress and held them gently.

Smiling, you nodded your head as blush crept up your cheeks and butterflies erupted in your stomach. “Of course you can.”

———

The walk to your date’s house was filled with a comfortable silence between you and Bob. There were people roaming the streets, making the usual bustle of a crowd, but it blended in the background as all you could think of was the brunette next to you.

As the crowd began to get bigger, Bob’s pinky finger found yours as you both waited for the crosswalk light to change, his heart rate picking up. Not only was he touching you, but he also hated big crowds. He always got anxious around big groups of people, always finding solace in the feeling of your pinky wrapped around his, grounding him that it’ll be okay and you were there. There with him. He’d rather stay inside all the time and avoid going out, but you dragged him out of his introvert shell without even knowing it. He would do anything for you, even if that meant being in a large crowd of strangers in the big state of New York.

“You okay?” You looked over to him with a soft look in your eyes, squeezing his pinky a little to reassure him.

He snapped out of his daze and looked down at you, “Y-yeah. I’m okay. This light is taking forever, though.” He puffed his cheeks, only making you let out a giggle. The sound of your laugh brings a smile to his lips, occupying his mind from his anxiousness with his favorite sound momentarily. He loved making you laugh, it made him feel special, and it meant so much to him.

The light finally changed, illuminating a little white silhouette of a person that instructed you to walk. The large flock of people began walking across the street, their moves quick and mindless of the others around them. You tugged Bob’s finger as you stepped onto the street, dragging him along with you to the other side.

Once you made it to the sidewalk, you looked over to Bob whose face was flushed and beat red—you assumed it was from the quick pace you were walking, but it definitely was not from that.

“That wasn’t so bad,” you spoke as the two of you strolled past stores and cafés and clubs that were surprisingly—but not really—still busy and filled with lively people. Bob nodded but stayed quiet, still following you as you turned a corner that led to a residential area.

The feeling of dread overwhelmed Bob; he knew that you were getting close to this guy’s house and hated the idea of leaving you alone with him.

This area was less crowded, you and Bob were actually the only people on this side of the street. There were a couple of others on the opposite side of the road, but where you walked it was just the two of you.

Silence filled the air around you both once again, but a loud clap of thunder broke it. Bob jumped slightly, unlacing his finger from yours to hold your hand. He hated storms, they brought back bad memories from his childhood and he always came to you for comfort during them. You remembered him telling you stories from his childhood after he got comfortable with you and trusted you, this fact being one of them.

You gripped his hand tight and tugged him closer to you, your arms pressed against each other like they were made to fit just like that. Bob let out a shaky breath as you continued walking, feeling his tense shoulders loosen a bit from your touch.

You were here. With him. It was going to be okay.

But soon you wouldn’t be with him. You would be with some random guy in his house, possibly even sitting on his couch while you waited for him to get ready. Alone. With him. Not with Bob.

He knew what he had signed up for when he offered to walk you to your date’s house. It would be pouring down rain by the time he dropped you off and walked back to the Watchtower, and even worse, it would be thundering and lightning. But he didn’t care about that. He was going to face his fears to make sure you were safe.

As you walked hand in hand, Bob couldn’t help but think of all the times he watched you go out with random men you met online or at a bar or whatever. He hated seeing you in the arms of someone else. Of another man. Another man who wasn’t him. He would see you kiss guys who don’t deserve your lips, dance with guys who don’t deserve to touch you, and get into cars of guys who don’t deserve you period.

He was sick of this. Sick of seeing your heart being taken away from him. It tears his world apart, and even worse, his heart in two. He should be the one feeling your lips on his. He should be dancing with you, even though he cannot dance whatsoever. He should be taking you on dates. He should be the one. Even though he doesn’t think he deserves it. Deserves you. Because no man could ever deserve you.

He beats himself up each day for not just telling you how he feels, but he didn’t want to ruin the great friendship the two of you shared. He couldn’t lose you, it would break him even more than watching you go out with guys who don’t actually love you.

Nothing could be worse than losing you.

Even though he loved you first and more than any other guy you dated could.

———

“Bob, you should just tell her.” Yelena’s voice spoke in his ear as he watched you dancing with some guy, his arms wrapped around your waist, hands slowly moving down your hips. God, Bob wanted to puke.

Valentina thought it was a great idea to throw a party at the Watchtower, and said it was “good publicity” for the New Avengers. The lights were dimmed and colorful lights were strung up all around the place that lit up the area. Lit up you on the dance floor and the stupid guy whose hands were sliding down a little too far for Bob’s liking.

Bob rolled his eyes with a sigh before looking down at his hands. He and Yelena sat at the bar with a perfect view of where you were dancing. He made sure to sit somewhere he could see you and make sure you were okay without disturbing your fun.

“I can’t. She doesn’t feel the same way about me,” Bob took a sip of his drink—a Shirley Temple with a few too many cherries it, just how he liked it. He didn’t drink alcohol, not since he had gotten sober from his drug addiction. He didn’t want to go down that road again.

Yelena scoffed and took a swig of her drink. “Bullshit, Bob.” She told him multiple times that she saw the way you looked at him, and that you most definitely felt the same way, but Bob never listened. He just couldn’t believe you would feel that way about him. No way. Why would you go out on so many dates with random guys if you did?

He didn’t answer her, only took another sip of his drink and chewed on one of the soft cherries as his gaze landed on you once again.

It should’ve been him dancing with you. He could’ve been where he is standing. With you and holding you so close that your bodies molded together like a completed puzzle.

It should’ve been him.

But it wasn’t.

———

The first time Bob saw you kiss a guy that wasn’t him, he felt his whole world crumble into a million pieces.

Since you were gone on a date, he felt brave and went out of the Watchtower all by himself to go to a nearby bookstore a few blocks down. He definitely didn’t pick it because it was right across the street from the restaurant you were at. Absolutely not. He wanted a certain book and it just so happened that the bookstore right across the street from you had it in stock. Definitely no other reason.

You had told him where you were going, just in case anything happened and you needed him. And he definitely did NOT force the information out of you before you left.

As he was checking out at the register with the book he came for and a few others, he peered behind the cashier and into the window to see if he could spot you. Gently grabbing the bag of books and his change from the cashier, he bid her a kind “Bye, have a nice evening.” and left the store.

His eyes finally found you, smiling and laughing at whatever your date was saying as you both made your way outside the building. He didn’t hold the door for you, and that made Bob scoff. He would’ve held the door for you. He would hold and do anything for you without being asked. But this guy didn’t.

Bob watched as the guy grabbed your wrist as you tried to start walking away. Walking back to the Watchtower. Back to Bob. He pulled you into his chest, and brought his lips to yours in an instant, his hands finding their way to cradle your head. Bob felt his insides explode in fire and fury as he watched you stand still with this guy’s hands on your head and lips on yours.

God, that should’ve been him.

He clutched the bag in his hand tightly as he watched you pull away from the kiss you and your date shared. He felt like a creep watching you like this, but reassured himself that he was just looking out for you. No harm in that.

Except there was. Watching you kiss someone else hurt. It hurt so bad because he knew that it would never be him kissing you. It hurt because you’ll never know Bob’s true feelings for you, and he knew you’d never reciprocate them.

That’s what hurts the most.

———

“Bob? Are you okay? You’re being kinda quiet,” your voice brought him back to reality. Brought him back from his torturous memories of you with other men.

He looked over at you as another clap of thunder erupted from the sky, “Yeah. I was just thinking about something, sorry.” He looked away from your concerned face and down at the concrete beneath his feet.

“Thinking about what?” You asked, but Bob immediately shook his head. He couldn’t tell you what exactly he was thinking about because he was thinking about you. Like he always was.

“Nothing. It’s not important,” he shook off, not wanting to discuss it anymore. You just nodded and went along with it, noticing how something was bothering him but didn’t push because it was obvious he didn’t want to talk about it.

After walking for a few more minutes, you finally stopped in front of what Bob assumed was your date’s house. His heart rate picked up once again, not ready to be alone without you with him.

“Well, this is the place,” you gestured to the building before you with your free hand. You turned to Bob with an appreciative smile on your face, “Thank you for walking with me, Bob.”

He felt a bittersweet smile form on his face, a soft nod as he spoke, “Of course, Y/n/n. Anytime.” You looked into his eyes as thunder boomed in your ears once again, making Bob squeeze your hand tightly.

“Are you going to be okay walking home?” You asked, silently communicating the fact that you know he hates storms and are concerned about him walking home alone in one.

He hesitated for a moment before nodding, “I’ll be fine.” You give him an unsure look, eyebrow raised. He laughed softly, “I’m serious, Y/n, I’ll be okay. If it makes you feel better, I’ll text you when I get back home.”

You sighed, “Please do.” He gave you a smile in response as you let go of his hand to walk to the door. His smile faltered slightly as the he felt the cool breeze of the nighttime air touch his hand when yours left it, wishing your soft, warm hand never left his.

He heard thunder again as he turned away and started to walk back the way you both came from the Watchtower, a familiar feeling settling deep in his stomach and chest as he walked away from you. He didn’t want to leave you here. He wanted you to come back home with him and spend the rest of the night watching movies and eating junk food until 3am.

As he began to move his feet in the other direction, away from you, his mind raced through all sorts of feelings and thoughts of you and what would happen if he told you how he felt. Maybe if he told you now, you wouldn’t step through that door to that guy’s house and go out on a date with him and possibly kiss him. The thought of that idiot kissing you irked him in so many ways to the point that Bob felt nauseous.

He couldn’t let that happen. Not again. He was so sick of this feeling, of yearning for someone who constantly puts themself through shitty dates in hopes of finding the one. Why were you searching for the one when he was standing right in front of your face this whole time?

The uncertain feelings that you didn’t feel the same way flooded him in that moment of thinking, however. What if he made a big mistake and ruined your friendship forever? What if he made it awkward between the two of you? God, he can’t lose you. He’d rather lose the world and anything else than you.

Before meeting you, he never understood what love felt like, receiving and giving. He never felt love from his parents in his childhood, so he didn’t know what it looked and felt like to be loved and cared about. And because of that, he never knew how to love either. He had a hard time trusting people, and always felt like a burden to everyone. But that changed when he met you.

From the first time your eyes met his, he knew that you were different from the others. From the very beginning, you had always been gentle with him and cared about his wellbeing and made him feel wanted. You had this soft twinkle in your eyes when you looked up at him, a look he hadn’t seen from anyone else. Maybe that’s what Yelena was talking about.

“I see the way she looks at you, Bob. She only has those eyes for you.”

Yelena’s voice played through his head as he thought about the way you looked at him and no one else. Maybe it wasn’t so crazy that you felt the same way about him. But he just couldn’t for the life of him wrap that thought around his head that you could actually feel that way towards him. He wasn’t lovable, didn’t feel like he was anyway. He’d done some bad things in his past, and he believed he didn’t deserve to be loved by anyone. Especially by you.

But he knew one thing.

That guy inside didn’t deserve you either, and Bob needed to do something about it before it was too late and too far gone. You would eventually find the one, and Bob wasn’t going to let that happen.

He had to tell you how he felt, and he had to tell you now. The rejection would sting and shatter his heart in a million pieces but maybe that’s what he needs to get over you and move on. He was terrified. He didn’t want to lose your friendship, but he knew if he didn’t tell you now, he never would.

So he did something he never thought he would do.

“Y/n, wait!” He quickly spun around as the words left his lips without thinking. You stopped your tracks at the top of the steps by the door, your finger hovering over the buzzer to your date’s apartment.

You felt nervousness wash over you, “Yeah?”

Bob sighed and clenched his fists tightly, “Don’t go in there.” God, what was he doing? He regretted opening his mouth, but there was no turning back now. His eyes met yours, which were filled with confusion as your hand dropped down to your side.

“W-what??” You didn’t know what was going on or what Bob was doing, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit relieved when he stopped you. “Why not?” You finally mustered up something to say to a very nervous Bob.

“Because…” He started, but didn’t know what to say or how to say what he feels. You stood there waiting for his answer as another boom of thunder filled the city and lightning illuminated the sky. “Umm… never mind. It doesn’t matter. Forget I said anything. Have a nice date.” He quickly blurted out before turning around and walking away from you, his fingers fumbling with the end of his sweater.

You felt your heart sink a little before running down the stairs and over to Bob before he got too far. “No, wait!” You caught up to him and grabbed his arm, softly tugging him back to stop him and turn him towards you. You felt a cold drop of rain hit your forehead as he spun around, making sure to not meet your gaze. “Bob…” You brought your hand up to his chin to make him look at you, his eyes filled with a sadness that made your heart melt. “Why don’t you want me to go in there?” You asked again, but oh-so softly this time.

He looked at you with flushed cheeks and worry filling up in his chest. This was it. The moment he didn’t want to come because he would tell you his feelings and you were going to reject him and tell him you didn’t feel the same. This was the moment he knew he was going to lose your friendship. “Because I hate seeing you go on dates with guys who don’t care about you like I do.”

Your heart skipped a beat, rapidly beating up your throat as Bob spoke to you. He couldn’t possibly be implying what you think he was implying, right?

“W-what do you mean?” You had to ask, had to know what exactly he meant by that. Your heart needed to know even though it was most likely going to crush it.

You felt another raindrop hit your face. And another. And another.

He looked down, “I mean, they don’t care about anything but the few facts they know about you. They don’t know you like I know you.” The rain began to pick up, raindrops falling on your still confused eyes.

“I still don’t understand-“

“Of course you don’t understand!” Bob’s voice boomed, startling you from his abrupt loudness. His eyes weren’t soft and sad anymore, now they were replaced with slight annoyance. “All you do is busy yourself by going out on dates with random men who don’t know you or give a shit about you.”

You gape at him, his words kind of stung. The rain picked up and started flowing down a bit faster as you stared at him in shock. “I do not.” What had gotten into him?

He pushed his fingers through his now-wet brown locks, “Yes you do! You always tell me about how you’re trying to find the right guy or someone to make you happy. How are you supposed to find someone like that on a dating app? Those guys don’t care about you, Y/n.” The rain was pouring now, soaking your clothes and your hair that you spent over an hour fixing. You could tell Bob was getting angry, and this was a side you never saw from him. What happened to your sweet Bob?

“And how are you so sure, Robert?” Your cadence was laced with venom now. You tried to be calm, but his anger and hurtful words made you upset and frustrated. You never used his full name, it was always Bob or doofus. He didn’t like hearing Robert come from your lips, it sounded foreign.

He scoffed and rubbed his eyes, the rain water beginning to burn. He felt his tense shoulders start to loosen slightly, even though the stress was still present in his body. This was going nowhere, and arguing was not what he intended on doing at the very moment. He had to tell you what he meant to tell you now before it was too late. “They don’t deserve your time, Y/n. And they especially don’t deserve you.”

You gave him an incredulous look, “What are you saying, Bob?” You were confused, angry, soaked, and quickly losing your patience. You looked at him expectantly, urging him to answer your question before you turned around and buzzed that damn buzzer to get you out of the rain.

He pushed his wet hair out of his face once again before beginning, “I can’t stand watching you go on dates with guys who don’t care about your wellbeing. With guys who don’t know you like I do and don’t know your likes and dislikes. With guys who really only talk about themselves and never ask about what you enjoy. It’s so hard listening to you after each date talking about how selfish these guys are and then watching you go out with a different one the next day!”

He ran his hand down his face, wiping the rain off just for it to pelt down on it once again. “When are you going to see that the right guy is standing right in front of you?!” His breathing was heavy and short as he stared into your eyes, feeling the weight begin to lift off his shoulders. Your eyes widened.

“Bob…” You began, not knowing what the hell words were or how to form a sentence in that moment.

He shook his head, water droplets hitting your face from his wet hair. “God, I’m so in love with you.” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in. He can’t look at your face right now, it would take every bit of confidence out of him. “Ever since we met and I looked into your eyes, I knew it. Even though I never understood what love felt like before, I realized that it was what I felt about you. I’ve loved you from the start and will till the very end. You’re the only person to make me feel like this and always will be. Even if you don’t feel the same way, my heart will always be yours.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt water fall down your cheeks. You couldn’t tell if they were tears or if it was the pelting rain, but you didn’t care. Bob put his feelings into words so beautifully it was poetic, making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy as you stared at the man in front of you. The right guy. The one.

He spoke the same feelings you had been feeling for a very long time now, feelings you thought he didn’t reciprocate. But he did. All of your constant overthinking and worry washed away at his confession, bringing you a certain joy that you thought you would never feel. The joy of being loved. The joy of being loved by Bob.

“Please say something,” his voice was low and laced with uncertainty. His eyes were open now but glued to the ground, watching the rain drops hit the puddles underneath your feet.

Your hand finds his chin, lifting it up to meet your gaze. There were tears in his eyes, you think, you couldn’t quite tell by the rain but saw the look on his face. He looked so defeated and dejected when he looked at you, expecting his heart to be crushed even more than it already was.

You brought your other hand to his face to cradle it like it was the most fragile thing in the world, a soft smile creeping up at the corners of your soft lips. “I’m so in love with you too, Bob.”

His eyes widened as thunder thrummed through the air once again, but the two of you barely heard it. You were both focused on one thing and one thing only, and that was each other. Your surroundings, the rain, the thunder, and even your date who was probably wondering where you are were silently in the background. Nothing else mattered except the two of you in that moment.

“You… you do?” Bob’s voice was still uncertain as his eyes flickered between yours and your lips. He needed to make sure he heard that correctly before he lost control of his senses and kissed the hell out of you.

You nodded, feeling Bob’s hands moving to tuck your wet hair out of your face before cupping it tenderly. “I’ve loved you since the day I met you.” Your forehead met his, both wet and cold from the pouring-down rain.

His eyes met yours, “Can I kiss you?”

“Of course you can, doofus.”

That was all it took for Bob to place his lips on yours and kiss you with such delicacy it makes you dizzy. It was slow and passionate, your lips moving and molding together in a way they were destined. You could taste the raindrops and salty tears on his lips and were sure he could taste the same on yours. The rain in the background created a wall around you and the only two people within those walls were you and Bob. His lips were so soft against yours, and it just felt so right.

You finally broke away from the kiss after what felt like hours of bliss and passion to catch your breath, just staring deeply into one another with a fondness no one else could give. The sound of the rain was the only one you heard, but there was still a comfortable silence between you two.

After a minute, Bob smiled and leaned in to place a tender kiss on your nose, “I love you so much.” His face was only inches away from yours but yet he still wasn’t close enough.

“I love you so much more,” your lips turned upwards as heat flushed your cold rain-soaked cheeks.

He hummed and shook his head, “Not possible.” Before you could speak up again, he leaned into your ear and his lips ghosted over it. “And you should probably cancel your date.” You could feel him grinning into your ear as you let out a giggle. He pulled away when you grabbed your phone out of your purse, sending a quick text to the guy before deleting and blocking his number.

You weren’t going on any other dates with random guys anymore. The only man who will be taking you out on dates from now on is Bob. And you couldn’t be happier.

———

“Hey, Bob, have you seen my-“ Yelena barged into Bob’s room, not even thinking about the fact that you might be in there before bursting through his door. “-charger.”

Her eyes were wide when she saw the two of you lying down on his bed with you on top of him and a movie playing softly in the background. Your lips were moving together slowly and passionately as Bob’s hands made their way up your back and to your hair, your limbs tangled with each other.

The sound of Yelena’s voice caused you both to snap your heads up and lips away from each other. Both of your lips were kiss-swollen and your eyes were wide, the looks on your faces were filled with embarrassment as you got caught making out with your boyfriend. Does anyone knock these days??

Yelena shivered and gagged, “You know what, I’ll just use Ava’s.” She then turned on her heel and slammed the door shut behind her, wanting to burn the image she just saw out of her brain forever.

With the slam of Bob’s door, you turned your head back to him and let out a flustered giggle. He grinned and laughed softly along with you, bringing his hands back down to settle on your hips.

Bob brushed your hair behind your ear with one hand, the grin on his swollen lips growing even bigger and eyes beaming up at you. God, did he love you.

You sighed, a smile still evident on your face and cheeks flushed bright red as you gazed down at him. “Yelena is never going to let us live that down.”

Bob chuckled, “Nope.” His hands traveled their way back up to their spot in your hair before pulling your face closer to his. “But I don’t care. I just wanna kiss you again.” And then he did, your lips met his again and moved and molded together like a puzzle that was finally finished.

His lips on yours felt so right in every way possible, and you couldn’t ask for anything better in your life. Because your life was complete, he was your missing puzzle piece. He was the right guy all along. He was the one.

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nanamisbbygirl · 3 days ago

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dilf toji!! my favvvvv... i def got carried away with it but anyways... dedicated to @fayerie @charphilia love yall!

toji knows you love his arms, but you don't know that he knows. you think all those tight tank tops that show off his sculpted limbs are coincidental— it's probably more comfortable for him. or when he never lets you open are tight jars or reach anywhere high. you think it's just to help you out, but in reality, he's making sure you never forget how thick and bulky his arms really are.

you don't even think twice about the videos he sends you from the gym, where his hands are wrapped around a heavy dumbbell, his muscles tightening and bulging as he proceeds with his work outs. in fact, it just turns you on more. the thought of those biceps curling around your neck, pinning you down.

it's so easy to let your mind and fingers wander to the fantasy of his big, masculine arms wrapping around you, holding you while he fucks into you.

yet, you're almost embarrassed to tell toji... but how naive are you to not see that he is fully aware of your naughty thoughts?

that's why he brings you into this position, relaxing your body on the bed, rubbing his hard cock against the plush curve of your ass before bottoming out.

his arms are cemented on either side of your head as he leans his weight forward, feeling just how deep his dick reaches, being sucked in by your velvet walls. your feet kick slightly, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him, squeaking out with pleasure as his chest touches your warm back.

you feel so flustered, seeing his muscular arms right next to you, thinking about all the ways toji could use you. and it's almost as if he's telepathic as he slides his right arm under your chin, letting your exposed throat rest between his bicep and his forearm. he slyly flexes his muscles, letting you feel just how strong he was, and you could've sworn you were drooling already.

so it's really no surprise when your pussy clamps down on him, bringing out a guttural moan from the man above you. he wants to rock his hips forward so bad, but there's something more appealing about watching you squirm and slobber all over his arms.

his other hand swiftly locks your head in place, putting pressure on your throat.

"you went dumb already, didn't ya?" he asks, bringing his face next to your ear. you can feel the way his lips brush against your ear while you reply with a meek whimper.

toji smiles, placing a quick kiss on your temple, "you like being like this, in my arms, havin me choke you like a little freak?"

you try to nod, but it feels impossible with the way he has you in a headlock. although, toji can tell with how your pussy is pulsing that you are really enjoying this position.

you can sense the heat creeping onto your face, but he only soothes you: "don't be embarrassed about it, baby," he places another kiss on the side of your face, "don't try to hide how much you like it."

his hips snap forward, making your whole body jolt. you're so small under his frame, so small in comparison to every part of him. his cock throbs inside of you, stretching you open for him as it brushes against every internal nerve. it's so filling, you can hardly think.

toji keeps the pace of his strokes consistent, meeting each thrust with a grunt. your wet sloppy pussy sings to him as he does it, echoing how well you're able to take him.

with his face still next to yours, you can hear how his praises tumble off his lips: "taking me so well, baby girl, yeah? letting me feeling your pussy like this, making me feel so fucking good."

his words drive him to fuck you harder.

his tip presses against your cervix, your hips pushing back to meet his thrusts half way. toji swears you're gonna be the death of him, he doesn't even think he'll last so long, with the way you're winning like you're in heat and all. he tightens the headlock he's placed over you, making your cunt squeeze him all the more.

"good girl," he breaths out, hitting every spot inside you to a tee. "such a good little girl, fuck."

your tongue rolls from your mouth, your cheek leaning against toji's bicep. it's impossible to think straight, or to bother forming a coherent sentence, leaving you a babling mess.

"aw my sweet girl," he coos, but his rhythm doesn't let up. he's still fucking you. hard. "is it too much?"

you shake your heard to the best of your abilities. your pussy is pulsing, stomach forming a knot, head getting lighter, your eyes squeezing shut. you're gonna cum soon—you can feel it.

toji bullies his cock as deep as he can possibly go, a string of praise leaving his lips, mixed with his almost animalistic moans. before you know it, you're falling apart on his cock, gushing and creaming around his shaft, feeling so sensitive as he continues to jut his hips into the fat of your ass.

"that's right baby, cum on my dick," he says, kissing the bead of sweat that rolls down you forehead. you ride out your high on him, feeling yourself tighten. "squeezing me so fuckin tight."

his pace speeds up, as if that was even humanly possible while simultaneously becoming more vocal.

"been so good to me," he pants, "i should fill you up for being so sweet... yeah you want that, for me to fill your little cunny while i choke you in my arms?"

"please!" you manage to squeak out, gasping for air as he plows into you, his cock jumping at the sound of your desperate voice.

"fuuuuuck, baby,"

his load spills into you, overflowing, running down your pussy and mixing with all the other body fluids that are staining the bedsheets. your warm body feels even warmer, more full than it could've been before. he's still twitching inside of you, still hard somehow. he doesn't let you go, though, at least not at first.

he savors the feeling of you under him, whimpering and whining while also rubbing against him, trying to soak in all his cum.

he gently takes him arms away, letting you take your first full breath, sighing at how cold the room is without him there to protect you from it.

toji's hands methodically glide down your skin, trailing their way to your ass. when he gets there, he finally decides to pull out, admiring the white, gooey rings you've left around his cock. his tip is red and angry, itching to fuck you all night long.

he masages your butt, shuffling back, placing kisses against it's plumpness, staring into your messy hole. beads of his cm escape your gaping pussy, making him all the more eager to fill you up again and again.

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lilpaigeywbb · 2 days ago

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☆✷ relief ✷☆

➜ summary: paige is on her period, so you have to make her feel better and loved.

➜ warnings: period sex (sorry if you're not into that), smut, fluff, fingering (p receiving), not proofread (duh)

➜ pairing: sub!paige bueckers x reader

➜ author's note: sorry this took so long!!!! idk what else to say other than enjoy :) might take me longer to get some other stuff out bc i have work all weekend so bear w me plsssss k bye

you found her curled up on the couch, her face in the pillows. paige had had a stressful day; between getting her period, one of her best friends and teammates being traded, and being named an all-star starter, she was breaking down. you could see the outline of a heating pad under her hoodie. she barely acknowledged you when you came back into your shared apartment.

“bad day?” you asked, gently moving to kneel beside her. paige nodded, nose scrunched. “cramps,” she mumbled. “lyss is gone, six-flags was chaotic, and everything hurts. ‘nd my body’s bein’ mean… but hey, at least i’m an all-star.”

you brushed some hair from her forehead, feeling the heat of the heating pad even through the fabric of her hoodie. “you are an all-star,” you said softly, pressing a kiss to her temple. “and even all-stars are allowed to have really crappy days.” she smiled and hummed, grateful for your understanding, but then she pouted.

“i feel gross,” she murmured, huffing and hiding her face in the pillows of the couch. “you look beautiful,” you said without hesitation, letting your fingers trace gently over her arm. she smiled and blushed a bit. she always got soft and less dominant during this time. “lemme take care of you tonight, p,” you purred, your voice smooth in her ear.

paige knew that voice all too well. it was the one you used when you wanted sex, and it made her blush even more. “you don’t have to…” she whispered, the embarrassment and hesitation clear in her voice. “but i want to. and just because you’re on your period doesn’t mean i think you’re any less sexy.” she huffed and her blush grew. “fine.”

she wanted to take a bath first, so you obliged, turning the water on to the perfect temperature and adding her favorite scented bath salts. you helped her undress with the utmost care; it was almost overwhelming for her. she settled in the tub once she was fully naked, feeling the warm water soothe her body. she watched intently as you stripped, feeling something warm in her tummy, but she tried to ignore it.

you got in behind her, wrapping your arms around her middle and resting your hands on her abs. she sighed happily and leaned back against you with ease. she always felt safe and content when she was in your arms. your hands slid lower, just under her belly button, and as you caressed her skin, you could feel her squirm - just slightly - but enough to know that she liked what you were doing.

her head lolled back against your shoulder, her lips finding your jaw, and she began to leave sloppy kisses all over it. this was your sign that it was okay to continue, but just to be sure, you whispered in her ear, “can i make you feel better, baby?” she whined and nodded instantly.

it was rare for paige to ever let you touch her on her period, mostly because she found herself gross, but she was also embarrassed by how submissive she would get. for some reason, today was different. maybe she was just horny as hell, or maybe she got over her embarrassment.

your hand slid lower, just barely ghosting over her pussy but enough to make her squirm and whine out your name. her hand gripped your wrist, a desperate motion to let you know that she wanted needed more, so you gave it to her.

your fingers slowly touched her clit, causing a soft moan to escape her lips, so you started moving your fingers in gentle yet calculated circles. you wanted to make sure she felt as good as possible, especially since she was so sensitive during this time.

paige’s whines and moans grew more frequent, her hips shifting up and causing the water to lap around you two in the tub. “relax, baby… you’re gonna get water everywhere,” you murmured, moving your fingers faster against her. she moaned and huffed, “can’t help it… you feel too good. feel like i could cum alre-” you cut her off by stopping your movements, prompting her to whine pathetically loud.

“no!” she all but squealed, grabbing your hand and putting it back in place. she guided your movements, her hand over yours, making you rub her clit at just the right speed. you smiled and started nipping at her neck, allowing her to take control for now.

she sighed in relief and continued to let out mini-moans and whimpers, her hand gradually moving faster. “you want more?” you breathed in her ear, prompting her to nod and gasp, pushing your fingers into her and letting you take the lead again.

your fingers moved in and out of her, the only sounds being her heavy breathing, whines, and the bathwater lapping around you. she felt a sudden wave of embarrassment, grabbing your wrist to stop your movements, “don’t…”

you paused and obliged, stopping your movements. your eyebrows furrowed, and you kissed her cheek. “baby, what’s wrong?” she huffed and looked down at the water, almost bashfully. “i just- i feel gross. i’m probably just gonna bleed all over your fingers and-” “baby, stop.” you interjected, letting your hands caress her thighs. “you’re beautiful no matter what, okay? even if you’re bleeding. i don’t care. i still and always will think you’re perfect.”

she was a goner.

she pushed your fingers back in, whimpering and gasping. you started pounding her shit, knowing she didn’t need time to adjust. she was ready for you, and she made it known. her moans grew louder, her pussy tightened around you, and she was whispering your name like a prayer.

you loved her like this, all needy and vulnerable for you. it was a side she rarely showed. her lips found your jaw again, craning her neck so she could kiss your soft skin. as her bites got harder, you knew she was close. you sped up your fingers, curling them deep until you found that perfect spongy spot within her.

paige whined and her mouth hung open, so you caught it in a kiss, tongue sliding into her mouth with practiced ease. she whined again against your mouth, allowing you to swallow all of her beautiful sounds. your fingers sped up even more, her pussy clenching around them so tight until she came.

she looked like an angel, her head tilted back against your shoulder as the most beautiful noises came out of her mouth. your free hand caressed her side as your fingers slowed, her pussy fluttering around them as she came down from her high. you slowly removed them and held her closer. she sighed and leaned back against you, just wanting to be in this moment forever.

you helped her stand, draining the tub and turning on the shower. you wouldn’t let her move an inch, wanting to take care of her. you washed every inch of her milky skin until she was clean, massaging her head as you scrubbed her scalp, all while pressing soft kisses to her shoulders or neck.

paige was quite pliable like this, just willing to do whatever you asked. you helped to dry her, get her in new clothes, and make sure she was comfy in bed. you offered to get her a heating pad and a drink, but she refused. “you’re all i need,” she murmured, snuggling into your chest. you held her close, combing your fingers through her wet, blonde strands.

“i love you always,” you whispered, kissing her head. she smiled up at you and kissed your lips gently. “thank you. i love you too, always.” she paused before adding, “thank you for always making me feel beautiful.” your heart melted, and you kissed her again, this time longer. “you are beautiful. you deserve to know and be reminded on a daily basis.” and she was.

paige was always reminded that she was beautiful because of you, and what more could she ask for?

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers smut #paige bueckers fluff #dallas wings #carol writes #wlw #fanfic #paige bueckers fic

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rhettrosunsets · 3 days ago

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Sweater Weather - Robert Reynolds X Fem!Reader

Pairing: Robert Reynolds X Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Summary: Bob's lost his hoodie and he has no clue where he left it, so he figures his next best option is to find you. What he didn't expect to see was you curled up on the couch wearing it.

Or: The one where Bob find's reader in his hoodie.

Masterlist

Warnings: Reader is wearing Bob's hoodie and it is described as being oversized. Bob calls reader pet names like baby. No description of reader. No use of Y/N.

Notes: I have been getting smacked with the most horrendous writers block recently as well as being super busy this entire week, so I apologize for all these being so short recently ❤️

Bob walked through the tower halls as his brain scrambled for answers. He’d just finished his shower when he realized his favorite navy blue hoodie was nowhere to be found in his room, which is where he swore he left it.

He rubbed the back of his neck as he squinted down the hallway like his hoodie would magically appear. Maybe it got caught up in the laundry? Or maybe he left it in the living room last night after he had a movie night with you. He decided that the next best thing would be to ask you if you had seen it

You two had recently started dating, and you were absolutely his favorite person in this world.

You always complimented his hoodie saying that it smelt like him, and that it felt so soft when you’d curl up next to him. So he figured if anyone may know where this hoodie is, it’d be his girl.

He turned the corner into the tower’s living room to ask if you’d seen it, ruffling his damp hair as he walked. As he neared the open doorway, he called out “Hey, baby? Have you seen my-?

Only to stop dead in his tracks, because there you were. You were curled up in a blanket with your legs tucked beneath you on the couch. You were completely absorbed in your book as you leaned against the couch and your face contorted into a soft focused expression, one he adored getting to see on you.

But what really made him pause? You were wearing his hoodie. The exact one he was looking for. The sleeves were too long and bunched up on your arms so you could read your book freely. And the hood was bunched up behind your neck like you’d been cuddling into it.

Bob’s heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. He thought that you’ve looked beautiful since the day he met you, and that’s only intensified since you’ve started dating.

But there’s something so special about this moment of seeing you wearing his clothes while you do something as simple as just reading a book. Bob knew one thing, and that’s that he wanted to see you in more of his clothes as soon as humanly possible.

He muttered a soft “God I'm lucky” to himself before walking closer to where you were sitting and cleared his throat lightly, a soft smile sitting on his face.

You startled a little as you looked up to see your boyfriends grinning face, heat quickly rushing to your face. “Hi.” you muttered out softly, a bit embarrassed at being caught wearing his hoodie. “I hope you don’t mind, it was really cold in here and it was just sitting on the edge of the couch.”

Bob smiled even wider as he shook his head, “I don’t mind at all. You look adorable in it, Baby.” he murmured his voice full of fondness as he walked over. “Wouldn’t mind getting to see you in more of these either.” he said softly tugging at the sleeve of the hoodie as he sat down next to you.

You ducked your head with a shy laugh hitting his arm quickly. “You’re so sappy sometimes.”

Bob chuckled before kissing the top of your head, one arm looping around your shoulders as he pulled you into his side. “Seriously baby, you can steal them anytime, I like seeing them on you.” You nudged him playfully but melted into his side, letting his arm tighten around you as you focused back on your book.

Bob exhaled softly, a smile still on his face as you read. He found his hoodie and fell even more in love with you, what more could he ask for out of a cold winter day?

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nohhhdrr · 12 hours ago

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I love this so much more then the other thread to be honest. I mean i did cry but Tim never knew Danny was his soulmate. I'm not sure he ever knew he even had one. Tim was young at the time. No one explained anything to him. Maybe after finding some case of rejected soulmate going crazy and doing "if i can't have you no one can" he finds out bout the whole soulmate writing on your skin. Danny truly did fuck up. He was very affected emotionally and was hurting. So he lashed out. And considering he was 16 in this thread? (I'm not sure for how long he stayed antagonizing tim in the other one) Yep. I can see that. So both of them now grown up. Both supposedly having moved on from each other, right? But now adult tim (which i'm pretty sure means 21-25. Danny was affected by Tim's rejection for a very long time but these types of things can make you burn out. And after a second rejection? Yeah. Danny VERY hurt but ultimately he burned out. His brain just decided he can't spare any more energy on this emotional wreck of a ride) has to feel the rejection Danny felt all time when they were teens. I wanna see if it would drive him up the wall like it did to Danny back in the day or would Tim keep himself in his tight grip of self-control. Considering how unhinged (usually in a good way) Tim is on a normal day? Yeahhh... I think he would not handle it well. Especially if we remember how obsessive he was in his cloning days. (Actually, now that I think about it, what if because of the Tim's cloning thing the whole batfam (and probably Tim's team minus Tim and maybe Kon) think Kon was Tim's soulmate and that's why they never thought the possibility of this being why Danny was so obsessed with Tim in his teens?) I want the whole batfam clicking the pieces together while Tim is bluescreen-ing and obsessing in the back ground. Just Danny being "yeah my bad. yeah... sorry... yeah." and scratching the back of his head. Like HE moved on and for him it's just awkward and embarrassing now. Like how some boys had experience of being in the mind set of "nice guy" while having a crush a selebrity (and probably sending dm-s to that selebrity). THAT would be the level of embarrassment, awkward-ness and guilt he would feel. For danny? It's low stakes now. He got through it and now can finally look at the situation objectively, without the overwhelming amount of emotions clouding his judgement. Yeah it was his bad for lashing out and not communicating at all. There are a few hiccups and some pretty rash actions on batfam's side of things but overall? Yeah.. Sorry I was such a mess back then. It's okay if you don't forgive me. I did cause a lot of greif for all of you. I can give you all a few favors as compensation.

He doesn't even look at Tim anymore. He saw that he wasn't listening and decided to not waste time, just explain everything to his ex-soulmate's family and then go back to his lair.

He has his duties to fulfill (And if we want to hurt timmy more, we can have him taking care of his children (which magic community would supposedly know about. They didn't know HE was the king but they DID know about the new king and his children, for example) that just were cores of all the dead, terminated and or still cryo-sleeping clones that Vlad made back in the day. We can have him save each clone with the help of clockwork or only save those that were in cryo-pods to minimise the sheer amount of children he has to raise.)

Just Danny felling awkward and a bit guilty on his end while Tim is having to grapple with the overwhelming feelings of quiet rejection on his end. Danny did make Tim feel something while he was antagonizing him back then. But Tim? he would have no chance of doing the same now. Danny seen everything. Danny moved on

@gilbirda Ok, so you made a snippet of on of your AUs a while back (braindead rejected! soulmate i think) and I haven't been able to think of much else since. So my brain made a little thingy for you!

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1. Tim takes a risk one day by writing back to whoever was doodling on his body, with a glittery purple gel pen, asking them to stop trying to contacting him.

All the person asked was, "Why?"

Tim never answers.

2. Danny faces constant rejection from his peers, authority figures, his parents and sister neglect him and now his own soulmate doesn't want him. They hadn't even met before he was rejected. Jazz finds out about Dannys powers and tries to reach out but Danny rejects her pretty violently due to his own pain. Then the episode where Sam and Tucker ditch him for Gregor happens and he gives up.

The two people in his life that has had pretty much complete control over his life and trajectory just abandoned him and he does not take it well. He ripped the symbol off his chest, disappeared and never came back.

3. Danny zooms into a new dimension/universe/whatever to avoid his former friends and family from being able to track him only to land in a place called Central City and immediately getting roped into helping Captain Cold who gives him a normal domino mask and they end up working together for a while.

4. Danny somehow overhears one of the speedster talking on the phone about his friends brothers soulmate issue at some point and they perfectly describe the interaction that happened between Danny and his soulmate all those years ago, down to the glittery purple gel pen and the types of doodles Danny had made as a kid and the things he said.

Danny learned one of his soulmates belonged to a group of detective vigilantes in a place called Gotham. Unfortunately he was spotted by the speedster and Danny had to bounce.

5. The Flash made reports to the Justice League about a meta teen who hes been having trouble with for a while and can't seem to pin down. He only asked for tips though as he "could handle it himself."

6. Danny leaves for Gotham and learned about Catwoman and Batmans weird Master Thief and Greatest Detective dynamic and decided that's what he wants to do. He was going to make his soulmate chase after him one way or another. Someone was going to want him even if they were wanting him behind bars.

He begins robbing bank vaults and museums, leaving no trace or clue as to what happened until he starts leaving a calling card of sorts.

7. Jason, who's been on the outs with his family lately meets this spunky white haired meta kid running around with a sci-fi mask/visor thing and giving supplies to homeless encampments and keeping the less fortunate alive and befriends him. He learns that this is the guy everyone has been searching for and just...tells no one. Jason is all for a Robin Hood vigilante, and really, its kinda funny to see his family squirm.

8. Phantom and Catwoman rob the same museum at the same time but for different things. They stare at eachother from where they're both still crouched from thier respective landings until Danny breaks the tension with "I didn't see you if you didn't see me?"

Catwoman laughs, amused. "Sure."

9. Danny finally narrowed down which of the batfam is his soulmate and introduced himself to them as Phantom.

The first thing Danny did was hit on Tim. Tim is flustered but otherwise doesn't really respond to it and tries to fight Phantom into submission, so of course Danny ghosts him by disappearing through a roof mid fight. Danny made a big show of his intangibility in that fight and made it seem like it was the only power he had but he was very skilled with it and he wanted to impress him.

10. Phantom becomes well known to the underbelly of Gotham. Mostly the homeless and nightworkers. But Danny was open and friendly. Never judging and always ready to lend a helping hand. Even better. He never came to collect on favors.

Over time, they became loyal to him.

11. Danny gets framed for a series of murders and the whole gang (minus Hood) are trying to capture him, thus, motorcycle chase scene. They use the white of his tires to tell when he's gone intangible due to all the dirt falling off the wheels. Nightwing jumps onto the bike and shocks Danny with his encrizma sticks right before Danny grits out "bye bye birdy~" and makes a big show of taking in a deep breath and holding it.

Nightwing is forced to jump off the bike as Danny runs through the concrete abutment of the overpass and coming out the other side

12. Danny meets Tim and Duke in his civilian form while he was at a Wayne tech conference. Danny had been asked about one of his inventions and was trying to show off the blueprints and explain things and thats why he was there in the first place. Duke of course, was internally screaming because that's the guy thats the guy they've been hunting for nearly a year but can find nothing on.

Red Robin confronts Phantom that night on a rooftop and Phantom laughs at him, "Thats why I was avoiding Signal for so long. He'd see my magical girl form and know instantly."

RR holds out a pair of handcuffs and says "Its over Danny." Phantom smirks and says, "I don't think it is, Tim" before jumping off onto a different roof and disappearing into the night. Tim is shook.

13. Danny over hears Robin berating RR at an old clocktower and intervenes, "Little Wayne, you do realize you were the first person I figured out, right?"

Damian proceeds to lose his mind.

14. Tim accidentally finds a material that Phantom can't phase through and quickly gets to work making things he can use against Danny. What he doesn't know is that Danny can phase through it he just pretended he couldn't because he wanted to see what would happen/what Tim would do.

Danny can sense the material and it feels really wierd to him, but doesn't harm him at all.

15. RR manages to knock Phantoms visor off his face and realizing it was made of tech he swipes it and brings it back to the cave for study.

He wasn't ready for all the information on the computer. Not only was his nemesis(?) from another plain of reality (he thinks Danny is from the ghost zone) but he was once a superhero with his own Rogues Gallery and human city to protect. Which begs the question, why did he become a Phantom thief?

16. The Joker hears about Phantom giving the bats the run around and comes to a misunderstanding about which bat he's been messing with which ultimately ends with Joker saying that he is Batmans ultimate nemesis and Phantom asking what that had to do with him? The misunderstanding is cleared up when Phantom complained about Joker even thinking that he was flirting with Batman because "Ew! He's an old man!"

Joker still got a few shots in for the heck of it but so did our ghost boy but they were no longer enemies.

17. The whole batfam had been freaking out about finally capturing Phantom and celebrating and plotting on how they were gonna get him to keep his mouth shut about thier identities until Jason came in,

Jason: Need help?

Phantom: Please?

Jason: *escapes with Danny*

Batfam: What?! No!!! Why?!

18. The batfam have only a vague idea of the Robin Hood thing going on. They know he's doing it just not to the extent its gone to. They find out later on that Phantom had been working with RH and his gang to sell off the items and most of the profits go to helping people. Other times he strait up gives jewelry and whatnot to children and working girls because "Everyone deserves something pretty, and even if its not your style you can keep it for a rainy day"

Phantom quickly gains a following and Danny doesn't even know about it. Clueless indeed.

19. Dannys main motivation in this is essentially just playing Cops and Robbers with Red Robin. Nothing else really matters to him. Not the robberies, not the fact he's working with a crime lord, not even his own safety matters much to him anymore. Hes readily zooming down the path of self destruction and Hood starts telling his family stuff, but only because he was genuinely worried about "Casper" crashing and burning.

20. No one knows why Phantom is fixated on Red Robin. He refuses to tell them. Red thinks its just because he's the smartest of the bats and he's not entirely wrong.

21. Danny legit started scheduling his heists with Tim to ensure they're both free after one couldn't make it too many times which blew the birds mind. Phantom must have been just that confident that he would always win. The bats eventually think Danny will stop stealing if RR isn't in the city for a long period of time. Danny more or less followed him and stole stuff from whatever city Tim was in. If there wasn't any museums or banks then Danny would steal a local landmark. Tim still wasn't sure how Phantom stole an entire building that one time but it had never been seen since.

22. Hood grows to be very protective of our favorite ghost boy. They bond and are actually really close. Danny admits he always wanted an older brother.

23. Tim goes off world for a while to see how Danny would react and Danny just...drops off the radar. No one knows where he is and after a week or two they start getting worried.

Tim returns after three months and Danny reappears two weeks after him with a tan and keepsakes from the places he visited on his vacation. Tim later screams into his pillow.

24. Tim has made it his personal mission to figure out who Danny really is, why he's fixated on him, where he came from, ect. Hes trying so hard but can't find anything. Its almost like he didn't exist before. Tim suddenly got an idea after Phantom accidentally got hit in the face and got a nosebleed. Tim saw green blood and immediately realized Danny might not even be human. Fortunately for our little ghost, he thinks he's an alien. A Martian specifically. Tim manages to snag a good sample from treating Phantoms wounds. Ghostboy was so focus on his core thrumming and mentally comparing it to his heart racing that he didn't even notice.

25. Tim later freaks out because the meta is freaking made out of Lazarus water.

The entire batfam was not happy to discover this and decided to work together to pressure Phantom into telling them what he was and what exactly he wanted.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #tim drake #red robin #soulmate au #rejected soulmate au

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nottivagos · 2 days ago

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what do we think of chairman!lando—a fuckboy yet the chairman of one of the biggest conglomerate in the world—with super model!reader. who's ridiculously younger ( obviously still legal ) and happens to a model of subsidiary comapny?? 👀

loved the newest cllg dirtbag piece btw. mwah i js eat up your writings sm. i am always here 😭🫂💋

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notti’s nightly thoughts (18+)

an: 🩰nonnie!! my my haven’t you opened a rabbit hole with chairman!lando, huh? 😵‍💫😵‍💫

“you're so funny, mr norris,” you giggled softly as your eyes glimmered, wide and doey as you looked up at lando whilst perched happily on his lap, straddling his thighs.

being in lando’s lap like this wasn’t unnatural for you. no, to be quite frank, it had become the norm. lando had always had a secret infatuation for you from the moment your first ever photoshoot with carlos was published in his magazine (which lando just also happened to run now too), and ever since that lando hadn’t wanted to let you go.

if anything, lando loved the attention he got from you. at the end of the day, you were the pretty little thing that one of his subsidiary companies had just signed as a new model and face of the brand, and also an absolute jewel to have straddling his lap in the later evening.

“i’m funny, am i?” lando said lightheartedly, his chuckle rumbling through his chest as your hands toyed with his tie idly.

you giggled sweetly, giving him a little nod. “well, you always make me laugh, mr norris,” you said, “so i’d say you’re funny,” you added whilst batting your newly done eyelashes in a way ever so beautifully to lando.

“i suppose i just have that effect on people,” lando shrugged off simply. “i guess you have to in this line of work,” he added, mumbling thickly with his tone low.

as you let your bottom teeth drag over your bottom lip, before you finally made eye contact with him, his large hands gripped your hips, calloused thumbs then rubbing the skimpy fabric soothingly as lando looked down at you, smug grin plastered across his face.

you gasped softly, your blood running a little quicker as a shiver of heat ran down your spine. a buzz of excitement tingled in your core, causing you to clench your thighs in embarrassment.

your cheeks flushed a hot pink behind your already pampered cheeks as you looked at him for a little longer than normal, the tension between you both in his large glass panelled office thick enough to be cut through with a knife.

“you're my favourite, you know that?”lando purred with raw admiration, knuckles grazing across your cheek tenderly as his eyes fixated on your perfectly painted lips, causing your heart to skip a beat.

“so gorgeous,” he added in a mumble, rumbling off of his chest once again, “no wonder every modelling agency in the fuckin’ city wanted you, baby.”

your lips hovered dangerously close to his after he spoke that sentence. it was as if time had stopped in that moment, as your breath hitched and your eyes glued to lando’s smug smile that was still formed on his lips.

“i’m your favourite?” you questioned ever so innocently, your hot breath fanning onto his slightly pursed lips.

lando responded with an approving hum, nodding briefly again whilst his nose now nudged at your own, as if he was silently urging you to let go of the tension that surrounded you.

your breath caught in your throat for a minute before you croaked breathlessly, “well, fuck me like i’m your favourite then.”

lando’s eyes widened for a moment, not in shock, but in admiration. he debated the risks of finally giving in to the pent up lust he’d become accustomed to suppressing around everyone else during working hours, but decided to let the consequences happen after he’d finally had this moment he’d been waiting for with you instead.

his lips collided with yours in a bruising kiss, one so passionate it caused a moan to escape and die in his mouth. lando was hungry, bottom teeth nibbling at your bottom lip— desperately trying to get access into your mouth.

your hands found his neck as your perfectly manicured nails grazed the skin on the back of his neck, before your fingers tangled into his brown curls as you finally let lando’s tongue delve into your mouth.

lando’s fingertips were bruising on your supple flesh as he started to bunch up the fabric of your dress, hitching it up higher and higher whilst his tongue dominated in your mouth, causing your soft mouths to vibrate and die inside.

“so pretty,” he breathed, saliva dripping down your chin messily as one of his calloused palms toyed with your now dampened panties, causing your hips to jerk forward involuntarily.

the moment he found your clothed clit, you gasped sharply, causing him to chuckle with a smirk, before murmuring in that tone that made your brain hazy, “how long have you been like this for, eh?”

you whined pathetically, lipstick now smudged around your face, hair slightly dishevelled. “too long. need you now, lan,” pleading in that voice that caused lando’s own cock to stir in his tailored slacks.

that’s all lando needed to hear. in the next moment, his hands had hooked underneath your thighs as he stood up over you, placing your back against the hardwood desk. the papers on top were now discarded and forgotten about, as lando had already torn your panties down your legs, leaving your bare cunt dripping and on display for him.

“fuck,” he groaned, voice hoarse with want as he tugged his slacks down, followed by his boxers quickly after, allowing the shaft to spring free against his white shirt.

your eyes widened in awe at the size of his length as lando palmed it, his large thumb smearing the glistening precum on the angry red tip down the shaft, before giving his cock a few more pumps with his fist.

your pussy throbbed with anticipation as your breathing hitched, heart pounding with excitement as lando looked down at you with hooded eyes, aligning his cock up to your slick folds.

“please,” you pleaded with pouty lips, cheeks now crimson red as lando cruelly teased his tip at your entrance, causing your tight cunt to clench over next to nothing. “need all of you, mr norris,” you whined, big puppy eyes glimmering up at lando.

“aww, baby,” lando spoke sweetly yet there was an underlying sense of cruelty and smugness to it. “does your needy little cunt want me? do i need to fuck you like the pretty slut that you are? is that it?” he questioned, his degrading words causing your head to spin.

you whimpered again as you thrusted your hips, trying to gain some more stimulation on your needy clit. nodding, you whined, “fuck me like a slut, lando. please,” your voice thick with want, squirming as lando came to grab your hips so you stopped moving.

“good girl,” he praised, pushing his cock deep into your cunt, causing a strangled moan to rip through your throat. your head hung lowly off of the desk as lando thrusted deep into you, your hips snapping upwards to meet his own rolling ones.

lando clenched his jaw, the way your walls wrapped ever so snugly around his length causing his own self to go crazy. “fuck,” he breathed, fingernails digging deep into your plush flesh, surely enough to leave marks, “you feel so— good. like you were made for me, baby.”

at this point, you were too far gone. words had been replaced with moans you couldn’t contain, as your bottom lip became increasingly bruised by the many of times you tried to suppress them. your back started to arch off of the desk as lando quickened his pace, causing another surge of excitement to shoot through your body.

your thighs twitched with burning excitement as lando moved your legs to be spread wider on the desk. his large hands now swallowing your sensitive thighs, causing you to mewl.

a long string of “land-ohs” escaped your lips as the coil in your stomach started to tighten, as your release teased you even more than before.

eyes rolling back in ecstasy, lando’s thumb found your clit again, causing you to cry out in bliss. he rolled the sensitive ball of nerves around his calloused skin, causing you to finally lose control of yourself.

hands clawing at the edge of the desk, your body tensed, muscles in your stomach spasming as you fought the imminent release growing inside of you.

“there we go,” lando groaned, still thrusting relentlessly and deeply into you. “there she is, my little fucked out whore. are you close, baby?” he asked innocently, despite already knowing the answer to his pointless question.

“mmph— so close. gonna come, lando,” you moaned out as you writhed, clit now throbbing uncontrollably as you were basically panting out as your whole body tightened even more.

“go on then,” lando urged you, voics thick with lust, thrusting even deeper into you. “come all over my cock like the slut you are, baby,” he groaned, his own head tilting back in pleasure now.

“lando!” you cried out in overwhelming pleasure, his one final thrust deep into you tipping you over the edge. your walls clamped tightly around his length like a vice, pulsing and coating it in your slick— nearly milking his cock dry as it twitched with lando’s own incoming release.

lando’s release followed soon afterwards, a guttural groan ripping through his throat as hot spurts of cum painted your insides white.

as he held you tightly in his grip, his length twitched uncontrollably inside of you as you panted, your back arching completely off of the desk as your juices mixed with his, dripping out of you.

your heavy breaths mingled together in the stillness of his office for a moment, as you both came down from both of your highs. it was blissful— the intimacy of what had just happened now like a warm blanket wrapped over you.

after placing a kiss to your slick temple, lando asked, “all good, baby?” as you breathed heavily, coming down from your high. lando slowly pulled out of you then, causing you to squirm a little from how sore your pussy now felt.

“y-yeah,” you stumbled on your words, throat raw from the loud moans and gasps that you’d just done. “that felt so good, mr norris. thank you,” you said with a tired smile.

“i’m glad honey,” he purred into your ear. “because you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to do that to you. and now that i’ve finally fucked you, noone else is having you. you hear me?”

you answered breathlessly, “yes, mr norris.”

“good girl,” he smiled darkly again, tapping your cheek in an endearing gesture. “now i expect to see you again tomorrow. and be a doll and male sure to wear something that i can easily take off.” <3

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Say Yes

Peach Masterlist

Summary: Steve fills you up over and over for his birthday. And you keep saying yes.

Word Count: 4 K

Pairing: Art Dealer (Mob Boss) Steve Rogers x Dancer!Reader (Peach)

A/N: This fic is a Peach Fic and is connected to the Knock You Down AU, and comes about 15 months after the events in Pop Fly and also some time after the Bucky fic At Last. I'm trying to get Steve and Bucky caught up to the same point in time as Ari. This might be a little too much. 😬 Let me know if you like it by commenting & reblogging.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT. Read at your own risk. Steve and Peach (they are warnings unto themselves, Beloved), Angst, smut, fluff. Talk of trying for a baby, anxiety about fertility, it's Steve's Birthday! Established relationship, Steve is all dom, all day, consentual free use, Good Girl and heavy praise kink, oral (m receiving), thigh riding, shower sex, multiple positions, SIZE kink, BREEDING kink; raw p in v, pussy stuffing, dripping, cum play, over stimulation, after care, pregancy test. Basically porn for Steve's b-day!

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You woke up before him.

Steve lay on his side, one arm draped heavy over your waist. His face was smooth in sleep, mouth parted, dark blonde hair shining in the sunlight.

He looked younger like this. Less like the man who used to run half the city from back rooms and more like the one you’d married one early December morning, your hearts too full to wait.

A year and a half of marriage.

You’d had an entire year of planes and trains and beaches. Bi-weekly trips to Atlanta to oversee things there, the other weeks in Brooklyn and monthly escapes away to someplace special.

It was a year of no expectations, no countdowns, no baby plans. Just you and him, learning each other.

Just being together.

But now, you were trying to have a baby.

And after six months of trying, some days felt easier than others. Some mornings you woke up sure it would happen.

Some mornings, you wondered if waiting had been a mistake.

But you’d decided to let go of all of that today, because today was special.

You studied the curve of Steve’s jaw as his hand instinctively tightened on your hip when you shifted.

God, you loved him.

Even if you never had a baby, you loved him more than you knew how to say.

You pressed a soft kiss to his temple.

“Happy Birthday,” you whispered.

His eyes fluttered open. For a moment, he just looked at you, hazy and warm.

Then a slow grin curved his mouth.

“Mornin’, Peach.”

You smiled. “Morning, old man.”

He groaned, pulling you close and burying his face in your neck.

“Not old.”

“You’re a year older today,” you teased.

“And I’m going to spoil you so rotten you’ll forget to be embarrassed about it.”

His breath tickled your throat.

“You don’t have to…”

“I want to,” you interrupted gently.

Because you did. You wanted this day to feel like proof that love could still be simple, even when everything else felt complicated.

You let him kiss you sweetly, your body already warming under his touch. When he pulled back, you rested your palm on his cheek.

“I’m yours today,” you said softly. “Anything you want. Anything.”

His pupils blew wide. His hand tightened on your hip.

“Anything?”

“Everything,” you promised, and meant it.

He exhaled, like he was steadying himself. Like he knew exactly how he planned to spend the day.

And for the first time in weeks, the ache in your chest loosened.

His hand went between your legs.

“Steve,” you whispered as your eyes fluttered closed, your breath already unsteady.

His thumb stroked slowly up the seam of your pussy, spreading the slick already gathering there.

“Eyes open.”

You blinked into the half-light, and his gaze was so hot it made you shiver.

“Say it again.”

“Anything you want.”

His mouth curved. “Good girl.”

Your heart stuttered.

God, he knew exactly what that did to you, how just those words made your body tighten, how that phrase made your pussy wet.

Without warning, he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them deep. The slick sound of it made your face burn. Your hips jerked, and a ragged moan breaking from your throat.

“You’re already soaked,” he rasped. “You like this, don’t you? Lying here open for me?”

“Yes…”

His thumb brushed your clit, just enough to make your vision go white at the edges.

“You know what I’m gonna do to you today?”

You swallowed, breath shuddering out. “Yes?”

You didn’t know, but the answer would be yes all day.

He chuckled and leaned down, lips brushing your ear.

“I’m going to fuck you as many times as I want,” he whispered.

“Fill you up until you can’t take any more. Until you’re so full of me it’s dripping out of you.”

Your whole body went tight, hips bucking helplessly into his hand.

“God. Steve…”

He smiled. “That’s it. Show me.”

He shifted over you, one arm beside your head. With the other hand, he guided himself to your entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing against your slick heat.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

You did.

He pushed in slowly, inch by glorious fat inch, and you felt it, every thick stretch, every hot drag. Your back arched off the bed as a strangled cry tearing from your throat.

“Fuck, so tight,” he groaned. “Every time.”

His hips rolled deeper, bottoming out. You could feel every thick inch of him so deep it was almost too much.

“Say you’re mine,” he breathed, his thumb brushing your lower lip.

“I’m yours,” you gasped.

“Say you’re gonna take every drop I give you.”

Your breath caught. “I…I’ll take it…”

“All of it,” he growled.

“Every time I fuck it into you.”

You were already close, the heat building fast. But his words.

This man and his words.

“Please,” you whimpered. “Please, I need…”

“I know,” he rasped. “Give it to me.”

His hand slipped under your knee, pressing your thigh higher, opening you wider. The new angle sent you spinning, pleasure crashing over you so fast you couldn’t even scream.

You came clenching tight around him, trembling all over, the sound of your slick cunt stretched around him obscene.

He held you there, hips grinding through every wave. And when he came, when he groaned your name, it felt like he was everywhere.

Flooding and marking you in the most primal way.

He stayed buried inside you, his breathing ragged against your neck. You felt the slow trickle of him threatening to slip free.

“No,” he murmured, voice hoarse.

One broad hand slid down to cup you, pressing you closed, sealing it in.

“Keep it,” he ordered softly. “All of it.”

Your breath hitched, tears prickling your eyes at how badly you wanted it too.

“Say yes,” he whispered, his thumb stroking where you were stretched around him.

“Say you’ll keep every drop.”

“Yes,” you choked out.

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “Good girl.”

And finally, finally, he eased out carefully. And despite yourself, you felt it slip free in a warm rush, and your face burned.

But before you could close your thighs, he caught your hip, holding you open.

He watched his cum slide down your pussy and gathered it on his fingers, pushing it back inside.

“Not wasting a fucking drop,” he intoned, the most serious he’d been about anything in his life.

—--

He didn’t let you out of bed right away.

Steve kept you in his arms and finally shifted onto his back, pulling you with him until you were sprawled over his chest. You felt the slow throb of him hardening again against your belly.

“Shower,” he murmured, voice still rough.

The water was warm, steam filling the space. You stepped under the spray, tilting your head back, letting the heat loosen the ache in your muscles.

Steve’s hands settled on your waist from behind. For a long moment, he just held you there, your back against his chest, the water rushing over both of you.

Then one palm slid up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple until it peaked tight.

“You have no idea what you look like right now,” he rasped against your ear. “How perfect you are.”

You swallowed, your breath catching when his other hand moved lower, fingers stroking between your legs.

“Steve…”

“You said anything,” he reminded you, his mouth brushing your neck.

His fingers found your entrance, still so sensitive, still slick from everything he’d left inside you. He groaned low in his throat when he felt it.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmured. “Dripping.”

You braced your hands on the tile, shivering as he worked two fingers inside you again.

“I can feel it,” he whispered. “Feel my cum inside you.”

Your knees went weak.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“I don’t know…”

He smiled against your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss there.

“I think you do.”

His thumb circled your clit, gentle but relentless. You gasped, your body already spiraling.

“Cum for me,” he ordered softly.

“Show me how much you love it.”

You came hard, clutching the tile, your whole body shuddering as he held you up with one arm around your waist.

When it was over, he kissed the side of your neck again, voice rough but tender.

“That’s my girl.”

—----

You were still shaky when you finished your shower.

He let you put on one of his softest shirts and nothing else. And when you padded into the kitchen, he lifted you onto the counter.

“I want to watch my Doll look pretty for me while I cook,” he said.

You smiled and watched him move around the kitchen, relaxed, in just grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips.

God, he was beautiful. And he was yours. Despite being skillfully used, you grew hot for him again.

When he finally brought your plate and set it on the counter beside you, you reached for his hand and pulled him in.

“Tell me what you want,” you said, your voice low.

He searched your eyes.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

His gaze dropped to your mouth, then lower, the hunger there so raw it made you clench.

“I want you on your knees,” he said.

His voice was quiet, but it held no uncertainty.

“I want to watch you take me. I want to see your mouth around me.”

You swallowed. Your whole body went warm.

“Yes.”

“Here.”

He pointed to the floor in front of him.

You slid off the counter, the tile cold under your bare knees.

He stepped closer. One big hand cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking over your jaw as he looked down at you.

“Open,” he murmured.

You did.

He worked himself free of his sweatpants, and his cock was thick and heavy in his palm, already flushed dark with need.

“Look at you,” he said hoarsely.

“So fucking pretty like this.”

You flushed hot all over and looked up at him.

“Take it,” he whispered.

Your lips parted wider. He slid the blunt head over your tongue, groaning when you closed your mouth around him.

“Fuck…”

He let you set the pace at first, your hands on his thighs, your mouth moving eagerly, savoring the heat and heavy weight of him. But it didn’t take long before he threaded one hand into your hair, guiding you deeper.

“That’s it,” he breathed. “Take all of it.”

You tried. But he was too big to fit all the way, so you worked him as deep as you could, your throat fluttering around the stretch.

He hissed, his hand tightening just enough to hold you in place as his hips rolled forward.

“Look up at me,” he rasped.

You did.

The sight of you, lips stretched wide, spit falling from the corners of your mouth, eyes shining, cheeks flushed, made his jaw go tight.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “So fucking good for me.”

Your thighs pressed together at the praise. And when he felt you moan around him, Steve’s head fell back on his shoulders and he groaned low.

“You want it?”

You nodded as best you could, your tongue teasing the underside of his thick head.

“Then don’t stop.”

His hips rocked deep into your mouth, his free hand caressing your cheek, his thumb brushing the corner of your mouth.

You took everything he gave you, every inch, every ragged breath, every curse whispered just for you. And when he finally pulled you off, your lips were swollen and wet, and you were gasping for breath.

He leaned down, kissing you hard, tasting himself on your tongue.

“Perfect,” he whispered against your mouth. “You’re fucking perfect.”

—-----

Steve didn’t let you stand right away. His hand stayed tangled in your hair, thumb brushing your cheek as he looked down at you. His breathing was rough, like he was trying to get control.

“You know how beautiful you are right now?” he rasped.

Your lips parted, but you didn’t know how to answer. You just looked up at him, flushed and trembling.

He smiled at you.

“The answer is yes.”

He swallowed, his gaze dropping to your mouth. Then lower.

“Get up.”

You rose slowly, your knees stiff from the tile.

“Sit,” he ordered quietly.

He turned you with gentle hands and guided you to sit your bare cunt on the hard muscle of his thigh. The warmth of his skin, and the way the strength of it flexed under you made your whole body go tight.

“Eat,” he murmured.

You looked up, wide-eyed.

“Eat,” he repeated, voice low and calm, like it was nothing, like it wasn’t filthy and tender all at once.

You reached for your fork with a trembling hand. He watched you bring the first bite to your mouth, watched you chew and swallow.

“Good girl,” he praised, and the muscle beneath you tensed.

You gasped, hips rocking instinctively.

“You gonna cum on my thigh while you eat your breakfast?” he asked softly.

Your breath hitched.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” you whispered.

His strong hands steadied you on his thigh.

“Keep going.”

You lifted another bite to your mouth. You could barely taste it. All you could feel was the relentless heat building between your legs, and the slick glide of your pussy against him.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “You’d let me do anything to you.”

Your hips rolled again, a slave to the feeling.

“Tell me.”

“Yes…” you gasped. “Anything. All of it….”

He flexed his thigh again, the hard muscle pressing right against your clit. You nearly choked on a whimper.

“Keep eating,” he ordered.

You did, one hand white-knuckling the counter, the other shaking as you lifted the fork to your mouth.

“You gonna cum?”

“Yes, please!”

“Do it.”

The next slow drag of your hips sent you over the edge. You came shaking, your cunt pulsing against his thigh, your body curling forward as your moan broke free.

His hands held you steady. His voice stayed low, warm, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “So fucking good for me.”

You collapsed against his chest, your heart racing.

He kissed your hair, breathing you in.

“Finish your breakfast,” he whispered against your temple.

“We’ve got a long day ahead.”

—------

He told you to change into a dress before you left the apartment, but no underwear. You obliged and then rode the elevator down to the lobby, where you and Steve started the short walk to the Rebirth Gallery.

You laced your fingers through his as you walked, Brooklyn moving around you at a low hum.

He squeezed your hand, thumb stroking the back.

“You okay?”

You looked up and saw how serious he was. How careful he was of you.

“I’m okay,” you said.

He nodded, understanding what you were in your head about, then pulled you closer and kissed the top of your head.

And you just walked like that.

Like you hadn’t spent the last six months counting days.

—-----

The gallery was empty, closed to the public for the day. But you still felt exposed as you walked through the halls just a cream sundress that you bought in Positano, nothing underneath, his cum still sticky on your inner thighs.

Every time you stopped to look at a piece, he stepped close behind you, his hand sliding up under the hem to remind you exactly who you belonged to.

“Hands on the railing,” he murmured when you paused in front of a massive canvas.

Your palms pressed to the smooth wood. He lifted the skirt over your hips, baring you completely. The cold air made you shiver, and made you even wetter.

“Look at it,” he ordered, his voice rough. “I want you to see yourself while I take you.”

There was a tall glass panel beside the railing. Your gaze met your reflection, hair mussed, mouth parted, cheeks flushed. You looked ruined already.

“Beautiful,” he said, just before he slid inside you again.

You didn’t try to hide the way you moaned.

He fucked you there with slow, hard thrusts that made your reflection blur in the glass.

Every time you shifted, you felt the slick slide of him, the obscene wetness of your own arousal mixed with what he’d given you earlier.

You watched yourself take it, watched your own lips part with a helpless sound when he bottomed out. When he came this time, it was quieter. Just a shudder and a low groan against the back of your neck, his hands holding you tight.

You felt the spill of him again, thick and hot, your skin sticky again where it dripped down your thighs.

And God, you loved it.

He didn’t move for a long moment, just breathed with you, his cheek pressed to your hair.

Finally, he eased out, and you whimpered at the emptiness.

He caught your chin in one hand, tilting your face up until your eyes met in the reflection.

“You good?” he asked softly.

You nodded, your pulse fluttering.

“Turn around.”

You did.

He smoothed your dress down over your thighs like nothing had happened, like you weren’t still trembling, your cunt swollen and dripping.

When he pressed a kiss to your temple, it felt more intimate than anything else.

“Dinner,” he murmured.

You blinked up at him, dazed.

“Like this?”

He smiled, slow and devastating.

“Exactly like this.”

—---

The restaurant was just a block away, one of those low-lit places you never visited without him, because every table felt like it belonged to people who could buy and sell your entire life.

The maître d’ greeted Steve with that particular blend of respect and wariness that always followed him.

“Mr. Rogers. Right this way.”

Steve held your chair out, helped you sit and settled into the seat across from you like he hadn’t just bent you over a railing ten minutes ago.

The waiter came with water, menus, and the quiet question.

“The usual for you, sir?”

“Yes,” Steve said, not bothering to look away from you.

“And for the lady?”

“I’ll have the same,” you managed.

When the waiter left, Steve reached across the white linen, his thumb brushing your knuckles.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he murmured.

You swallowed.

“That everyone can tell.”

His blue eyes sparked, wicked.

“They can’t,” he promised.

“But even if they could…”

He leaned closer, his thumb sweeping over your palm and your wrist, tracing the line of your pulse.

“They’d just know you’re mine.”

He watched you closely.

“Is that what you want?” he asked softly.

You met his gaze, your heart thudding.

“Yes.”

“Good,” he murmured.

“Because after this, I’m taking you home. And you’re going to spend the rest of the night exactly how I want you.”

You exhaled unsteadily.

“And how is that?”

His smile was lethal.

“Full of me. Until you forget how it felt to be empty.”

—---

Once in your bedroom, Steve didn’t rush undressing.

He never did.

He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, letting you watch the way each new inch of skin revealed the hard lines of his body. He kicked off his shoes, unbuckled his belt, slid his trousers down those powerful thighs.

When he joined you on the bed, you shivered at the heat of his skin against yours. His big hands traced over your hips, your belly, and up to cup your breasts.

“You remember what I promised?” he murmured, voice rough.

You nodded.

“That I’d keep you full all night,” he supplied, as his hand moved lower, sliding between your thighs. He found you slick and swollen, still messy with his last release.

“Look at you,” he rasped. “So ready.”

You made a helpless sound when he pressed two fingers into you, spreading you wide.

“Steve…”

He shushed you with a kiss. Then he pulled his hand away, lined himself up, and pushed inside in one slow, steady thrust.

You both groaned when he bottomed out, the thick weight of him filling you completely.

“God, baby,” he breathed. “Feel how deep I am?”

“Yes,” you gasped.

“Good.”

He set a slow, rolling rhythm, his hips grinding deep, making you feel every inch.

“Not gonna stop,” he promised. “Not until you come for me again.”

His thumb found your clit, stroking in time with his thrusts.

“Tell me whose you are.”

“Yours,” you panted, voice breaking.

“Say it again.”

“Yours…yours…”

“That’s right,” he growled. “Always.”

When you came, it was sharp and bright, a rush of heat that made your vision go white.

But he didn’t let up. He flipped you over and pushed his thick cockhead into your abused pussy again.

The angle was deeper this time, and every stroke punched a ragged moan from your throat. Your cheek pressed to the pillow and your body was boneless as he fucked you.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice so tender it made your chest ache.

“Taking everything I give you.”

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice raw.

He leaned over you, his chest warm against your back, his hand curling around your throat.

“You’re mine,” he breathed.

“Yours.”

“Forever.”

When he came, it was with a groan torn from deep in his chest, his hips pressing tight to yours as he filled you again.

He stayed there, breathing hard, hand still around your throat, the other over your heart.

And you just let yourself feel it. His weight, his heat, his love.

—--

He was gentler after, easing out of you slowly and gathering you against his chest as he tucked the blanket up around your shoulders.

He didn’t say anything for a while. Just held you. When he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse.

“Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head against his chest.

“No.”

His hand smoothed over your hair.

“You sure?”

You looked up at him.

“I’m sure,” you whispered.

His jaw flexed, something unsteady in his eyes.

“You make me feel like…fuck. Like everything else is noise.”

Your heart fluttered.

“I love you,” you said simply.

His mouth curved, soft and a little sad in the way it always did when he didn’t have words.

“I love you too.”

“Best birthday I’ve ever had,” he murmured.

Your throat tightened.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” His voice dropped.

“Not because of the sex. Because you let me have you today. All of you.”

You swallowed around the lump in your throat.

“I’m scared,” you admitted finally, voice small. “What if…?”

“Peach.”

He rolled you carefully onto your back, his gaze steady, so sure it made your chest ache.

“If it takes another six months… another year… ten years… I don’t care,” he said quietly.

“It’s you I want. Always you.”

Tears pricked behind your eyes.

“I know. And if it happens…”

He kissed you. “When it happens.”

His thumb brushed your cheek, collecting the single tear that escaped.

“You’re everything,” he whispered.

And you believed him.

—----

Two Weeks Later

You hadn’t planned to take the test today; you’d told yourself you’d wait.

But you’d woken up feeling different somehow.

And now here you were, sitting on the closed toilet lid in your robe, clutching the little white stick like it was a live wire.

You didn’t hear him come in, didn’t realize he was there until you felt his hand on your shoulder.

“Peach.”

His voice was so careful.

You looked up, and he was crouched in front of you, hair still rumpled from sleep, eyes searching yours.

“Sweetheart,” he said softly, “talk to me.”

You tried to swallow.

“I....I can’t look.”

Something in his face broke, just a little, but his hand never left you.

“Okay,” he said, so calm, so steady. “I will.”

Your heart was a hurricane. He reached for the test and turned it over.

And he went very still.

You felt your breath catch, your whole body strung tight.

“Steve?”

He swallowed.

“It’s positive.”

The room spun.

“Don’t…” You shook your head, voice breaking.

“Don’t say that unless you mean it.”

He looked up then, and you knew in your bones he wasn’t lying.

“It’s positive,” he whispered, voice cracking.

“Baby…it’s yes.”

You pressed a shaking hand over your mouth.

“Yes?”

He nodded, tears gathering in his eyes.

“Yes.”

Your vision blurred, a sob catching in your throat. And then you were in his arms, clinging to him like you were drowning. He held you so tight you could feel his heartbeat.

“You did it,” he murmured, voice hoarse against your hair. “We did it.”

You pulled back just enough to see his face, tears slipping freely down your cheeks.

“I’m scared,” you admitted, your voice small.

“I know.” He kissed your wet cheek. "I am too."

You swallowed hard.

“But I want it,” you whispered. “I want this.”

His hand curved over your belly, thumb stroking the soft skin there.

“Say it,” he asked, voice low and rough. “One more time.”

You met his eyes, and even though you were trembling, you said it without hesitation.

“Yes.”

His smile was all wonder. All love.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Me too.”

And when he kissed you again, it was confirmed.

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heartzfromlizzy · 1 day ago

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answering these fun questions! tw: mentions of mental health and serious stuff! don't read if you don't like it when people get serious! *ੈ✩‧₊˚

1. i don't hate them, but sunsets sometimes make me sad. maybe because the idea of a fun day ending just hurts me a little bit. (sometimes my brain is negative and stupid and likes to think of everything good in my life ending so.. that's fun.) when my brain is NOT torturing me, sunsets are very pretty to watch. i love just being out and about and seeing the sky slowly go dimmer. its so pretty, although i do like sunrises more!

2. oh gosh.. when i was younger, i had a huge lying problem, but at the same time, i was also delusional due to my mental health disorder, schizophrenia. so sadly, yes. i started many rumors mainly about myself to feel better about my life and to pretend things weren't the way they were. i am now mentally doing so much better, and i know what's real and what's not and i'm okay with it!

3. caseoh. literally caseoh. for those who don't know, caseoh is a twitch streamer, and he is hilarious. he just has a certain ability to just light up everybody in chat and make them all smile and laugh. i watch him SO MUCH. i encourage watching his re-uploads on youtube rather than watching them on twitch because twitch is annoying and not very safe.

4. HAA. i'm broke and i have not been to concerts.

5. right now, id want to be a dolphin!

6. what? im sorry im dumb and don't understand this question.

7. a black and grey shirt with the words "let me sleep" in white on it. there's also a pair of sleepy eyes. its kinda messed up, and the words are coming off but its still cozy.

8. ngl food.

9. i love these gold and white sandals. they look fancy and have flowers on them, but i do not wear them all day due to it being uncomfty.

10. taking me out to a restaurant of my choice. 😭

11. trying, caring, Christian!

12. one time i was at this outside festival and there were these booths and stands of people, y'know selling stuff and advertising things. well, one of them had these pretzels and stuff out, and i literally, for some reason, without asking, just grabbed a pretzel because i thought they were samples and everyone was basically staring at me and i was very embarrassed. my parents were prob embarrassed the most. also, no, the pretzel wasn't good, obvi it was stale. (;_;)

13. lol, no, i don't happen to drink!

14. dialysis boxes in my room for storage as a teen. :,)

15. well, i do happen to believe in God, and i practice Christianity! i don't know if that's exactly the same as a superstition? i could be wrong, lolz!

16. listening to asmrs. :,))

17. talk to myself, reenact/movie scenes/show scenes/youtube videos, dance randomly.

18. wasabi. does that count as a food or more of a dip? IT'S DISGUSTING.

19. HA.. ha.. i love so many fictional characters, so idk. maybe baymax from big hero 6? he's sweet and he's a doctor, also he's huggable!

20. to work at this local restaurant in my area called, "juniors!"

21. God, music, my loved ones, food, thinking of fun stuff to do!

22. rambley review by uniqueness! (its a song from a game!)

23. AT the top of my head, im not sure, but ik me and one of my closest friends have so many inside jokes.

24. probably one of my bracelets! i have so many..

25. doctor who!! depending on where i am or what app im using its not very talked about!

26. so many.. wow. here, i'll list a few! indigo park, fnaf, doctor who, rwby, attack on titan, demon slayer, disney, pixar, kung fu panda, marble hornets, marvel, undertale, omori!

27. ahh id rather just sit this one out but here's a lil joke controversial take, RORY FROM DOCTOR WHO DESERVED BETTER CHANGE MY MIND.

28. ive been watching rwby a lot lately so I'll list some of my favorite ships from the show! blacksun, arkos, renora, emery!

29. i do have ear piercings! i do not have any tattoos!

30. worst is probably that i struggle with self-control. the best is probably that i strive to be good, kind, and loving.

Deep/Fun Questions to Ask!

Do you like watching sunsets?

Have you ever started a rumor?

What makes you laugh hard?

What's the last concert you went to?

If you believed in it, what would you be reincarnated to?

What's your current vocal stim?

What shirt are you wearing?

Who or what is on your mind?

What are your favorite pair of shoes?

What would easily win you over if someone gave you it?

What three words describe you?

What's a funny memory you have?

Do you have any drunk stories?

What's one thing you own that you're sure no one else has?

Do you have any superstitions?

What is your guilty pleasure?

What weird thing do you do when you're alone?

What is the worst food you've ever had?

What fictional character would you bring to life if you could?

If you could join a career immediately, what would it be?

What keeps you going during the day?

Current song on repeat?

Funniest inside joke?

What's your favorite piece of jewelry you own?

Favorite niche topic?

What fandom are you currently in?

Most controversial take?

Favorite ship and why?

Do you have any piercings or tattoos, and what are they?

What is your worst & best quality?

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blossomcola · 1 day ago

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puppy!reader going into a heat and g!p aespa are there to help her 🤤🤤

- ⭐️ anon

pairing. dom!gp aespa x puppy hybrid!fem reader.

content warnings. blowjob, breeding, creampie, deep throat, degradation, face fucking, humiliation, throat fucking, riding.

the idea of owning a hybrid puppy was giselle’s. surely she and the girls wanted to have a pet since they lived together in the same home and a small and loving presence that warms their hearts would not be a bad idea, but they were very foolish to leave everything in giselle’s hands after she offered to be the one to get this canine presence… just imagine the girls’ reaction when giselle enters the apartment and says, “come on, my pet.” and behind her a puppy girl timidly enters the home??? they would have thought that it was just giselle messing around, making one of her dates wear fake puppy ears just to tease the girls, but seeing how your ears went from being still to moving fully on each side of your head as you felt embarrassed for being under their gaze, they knew that giselle wasn’t playing a joke on them…

karina would probably be the most common among them because she sees you as a precious little thing that needs special attention and care 🥺 she is the one who treats you best and is always attentive to your needs, which would cause you to always be behind her, following her around and always seeming to be waiting for her to give you orders or commands because you listen to her! at first, karina wasn’t entirely sure about having a hybrid and always felt against giselle’s firm decision. but seeing how you are always behind her and do what she asks without question makes her quickly change her mind and thoughts.

of course she wouldn’t be very sure about helping you with your heat because she sees you as her sweet love and can’t think about fucking you, but seeing how you stand in front of her and hug her leg while begging her to please “don’t be mean” gives her a pang in her heart and she feels guilty for making you have a bad time :( luckily karina quickly changes her mind and ends up fucking you in her room <3 she’s trying not to lose her sanity and destroy you because you whimper so cutely and your legs can’t seem to stay still on her shoulders that karina is using all her strength not to fuck your holes until the bed breaks — but of course, if you ask nicely and in the best way, maybe karina will leave manners aside and give you what you want.

giselle… the worst of all. she wouldn’t take care of your problem, but would make you solve it on your own, like? by riding <3 giselle would have no compassion and would not feel sorry for you even when you are in a vulnerable stage and moment, so don’t expect her to help you with your heat because unfortunately it won’t happen :( watching you bounce on her cock, squirming in her lap and holding onto her shoulders is an image that completely feeds giselle’s ego. she would do it mainly because she loves watching you beg her to please help you when you are simultaneously riding her cock with the energy of a puppy who wants to play with its owner, only in this case it is a puppy that is receiving little attention from the one who is supposed to love her :( giselle would torture you until your eyes burned from crying so much and only silly babbles came out of your lips, lulling in false understanding as you noticed how little by little she was managing to break your sanity.

winter and ningning would be in this together because i see them both being so needy that they couldn’t wait for the othe’s turn first and then it’s their turn. winter would have you on your hands and knees because your harmless pleading for her to help you was more than enough to make her head spin, so she would probably develop a breeding kink given the idea of filling you to the brim and then seeing a small baby bump on you because your belly is full of her seed would make her more desperate and needy than you. she is an idiot who easily gets the most twisted and perverse ideas in her head, so you can expect a “gonna give me your puppies, baby?” from her <3

ningning wouldn’t want to be left out of the fun so she would be kneeling in front of you, presenting her cock to your eager mouth because all good puppies deserve a sweet and delicious candy as a reward for their good behavior! pretty thing becoming louder and whinier than you because you were seriously sucking her cock like it was candy, but it’s not like she’s complaining!

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readwritealldayallnight · 4 hours ago

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Part seven of ‘Bird Watching’ aka hot construction worker Simon x single mom reader

The fight happens on a day like any other, a random Tuesday in early March

Stepping outside as you clutch your baby close to your chest, you’d almost expected to find the earth to have stopped spinning, to see birds dropping dead to the ground midflight, for dogs to bark incessantly at seemingly nothing at all, hell maybe even for the sun to have disappeared from the sky entirely

But no, everything was still the same, the world went on, the earth kept spinning, and life continued, even in spite of that heavy feeling in your chest telling you that nothing would ever be the same again, not when your world had just seemingly slipped out from under you

What else were you to think after learning what you’d just been told?

You’d sat in that office for far too long, the bright murals on the walls more obnoxious than ever, smiling paintings of woodland creatures mocking you with every second that ticked by, your mind unable to wrap itself around the words being thrown at you, seeing as they were so contrary to everything you knew, so opposite to the man you’d come love

“I’m sorry but- I think you’re wrong. There’s- there’s got to be more to this that I’m not understanding. It doesn’t- this doesn’t make any sense.” You’d mumbled, staring into space as though caught in a daze, certain you’d wake up from this dream sooner than later and laugh about it in the morning, though with every pitiful look the assistant director sent your way, you were worried this was one nightmare you wouldn’t be able to pinch yourself out of

“Hon, I really wish I was wrong too.” She said, rubbing what you’re sure she intended to be a soothing hand across your back, though everything felt too hot right now, too claustrophobic, and you were resisting the urge to flinch from her touch.

“You must be.” You practically whispered to yourself. It had been at least twenty minutes of this now, going back and forth in disbelief despite the paper trail before you

“What about that small chance that I’m not, though? What if this is what’s happening?” She added, pulling her hand back and angling herself to better face you, her expression still pinched into that look of pity and concern you wanted to smack off of her, despite knowing she was speaking with the best of intentions

“What? That he’s trying to trap me?! Has been from the beginning? There’s no way, nuh-uh.” You shook your head adamantly, refusing to believe that there was any possibility of something so ludicrous being true, of being your reality, your life

“Please just- just hear me out?” She all but pleaded, glancing towards the closed door as you heard the sound of laughter echoing down the hall, parents still filtering in and out, picking up their children like any other day, unaware of the drama unfolding in the office. “We always thought it was kind of strange at first that he wasn’t listed on her birth certificate when you submitted it with all your other paper work but- we really didn’t give it much more thought. Really didn’t think twice when he added himself to the list of contacts after you hadn’t put him down, because he told us you’d just forgotten to. I mean from the moment he walked in here he’s always called himself your husband, and you his wife, always claimed to be Rosie’s dad.”

At this point your eyes are squeezed shut, unable to differentiate between what you’re hearing and what you know to be true in your heart. Or at least, what your heart desperately wants to believe is true- your confidence slipping with every word she speaks

“And when he insisted a few months ago that 75% of Rosie’s daycare fees be charged directly to his account, we-”

“What?” You all but hiss at her, eyes snapping open in shock

“So you didn’t know about that either.” She mumbles, cheeks reddening in apparent embarrassment, whether for your or herself you’re unsure, though you’re certain you’re starting to see red the longer you sit here. “I mean, is it even all that surprising at this point? You just got done telling me he’s been trying to have you financially depend on him from the get go.”

“I said he’d offered to help me with the bills when we first started dating. Not that he tried to entrap me!” You bite back, unable to feel sorry yet that you’re being so short with her when this isn’t her fault, right now you need someone to be upset with, someone to take your feelings out on, and unfortunately she happens to be the unlucky messenger caught in the crossfire.

“I’m sure that’s how he made it sound, but hon, I’m just seeing red flag after red flag here. It starts with small ‘favours’ like that, then he’s telling you that you don’t have to work anymore, that you can rely on him. And asking you to move in so soon-”

“It- it isn’t ‘so soon’. We’re already practically living together, we- we’re in love. This- this isn’t- I don’t-” you cut off yourself off, unsure what you’d even say at this point. You can feel a headache coming on, your mind running a mile a minute, you wouldn’t be surprised to find steam coming off of you you’re feeling so heated. You’re beyond confused now, your heart knows that Simon’s never led you astray before, never give you a single reason to doubt him or think of him as dishonest. But you can’t ignore what you’re hearing either, as contrary as it might be to what you’ve known to be true, the facts are set out before you

“I know you love him.” She says softer this time, eyes trying to convey a comfort you don’t want right now. “But I can’t lie, I’m worried now. Like you said, this could all be some very strange misunderstanding. But from where I’m sitting babe, it seems like he’s been lying to you for months now, if not from the start. And the only reasons I can think of him doing that, aren’t very good ones.”

“I just don’t-” Your words are cut off when a knock rasps against the office door, both of you glancing over in time to see the door open.

“Hey Emma, Rosie’s mum hasn’t picked her up yet and I have to clean the room- oh! There you are!” One of Rosie’s educators says, stepping into the room with none other than your baby sat against her hip

You can feel the tension momentarily leave your body as Rosie spots you, her neutral expression turning into one of pure joy as she realizes her mama’s here, tiny arms reaching out towards you as she starts to flail in her teacher’s arms, sweet little coos erupting from her as she all but tries to leap towards you

“We were just chatting. Sorry to have kept you waiting with her. Hope she wasn’t too much trouble.” You say, standing from your chair and taking Rosie into your arms, feeling her lay her little head against you as she makes herself comfortable in your hold, a comfort you desperately need yourself right now

“Her? Trouble? Never. She had a great day today.” The teacher smiles politely, excusing herself to likely go finish her closing duties, certainly eager to get out of here now that you’ve got Rosie off her hands

“Maybe we could-”

“I’m gonna get this one home.” You cut Emma off before she can start, readjusting your hold on Rosie as you take a steadying breath. You want nothing more than to get out of here, to pretend that this never happened, though you aren’t sure you’re ready yet for what’s certainly about to happen at home. “Thanks for the chat. I’ll think about what you said and- I’ve got some talking to do with Simon now, I suppose.”

Perhaps by some small miracle, Simon ends up having to work late that night, shooting you a text to let you know that he’s sorry he won’t be home for supper and to please give Rosie a goodnight kiss from him if he isn’t back by her bedtime

You don’t reply to his message

You feel numb, as though this were something that was happening to someone else, a story you might overhear people whispering about while in line at the grocery store, or even an all too cheesy reality TV show storyline, certainly not something that’s happening in your home, to your family

You feel akin to a ghost, a spectre simply going through the motions as you float through the flat, following Rosie’s bedtime routine with nothing more than muscle memory to guide you from step A to B

She’s nodding off in your arms before you know it, blissfully unaware as to the turmoil happening in her mum’s mind, the fight that’s likely to ensue when her dad comes home, none the wiser as you lay her down in her crib for the night, a soft kiss planted on her forehead for Simon’s sake because as conflicted as you are, his love for her is undeniable

If anything, that’s the very thing that has you feeling so confused right now, is because you know Simon loves you, both you and Rosie, and so everything that’s just been revealed to you is so utterly contradicatory you can’t even begin to try and wrap your brain around it

He’s never been anything short of wonderful to you, willing to bend over backwards to make you smile from the very moment you met

The Simon you know wouldn’t lie to you, wouldn��t hide things from you, wouldn’t try to entrap you in any way like Emma or anyone else might try to insinuate

And yet…

Shutting her door quietly, you make your way down the hall, glancing at the piles of boxes that have only recently made a home for themselves along the walls of your flat

Moving boxes, the majority of them being from Simon’s own place across town that he hasn’t been to in months, as you prepare to move into the new house in the upcoming weeks

A house that you love, a house that you dreamt about, a house you can picture becoming a home, and yet still, a house he bought without asking you first, apparently a common trend

Plopping yourself down on the couch, rubbing furiously at your tired eyes as you try in vain to make sense of this conflicting situation

Because the Simon you know, isn’t capable of lying to you

The Simon you know has never once failed to fulfill a promise to you, never ceases to exceed your wildest dreams and expectations time and time again, always coming through for you in every way you’ve ever wanted and never knew you needed

The Simon you know is one who works harder than anyone you’ve ever met before, but didn’t hesitate for a split second to drop everything when Rosie had her first runny nose, fussing over her incessantly until you were both sure it was nothing more than a case of the sniffles

The Simon you know never lets you go through a late night feeding alone, getting up out of bed with you every single time her cries reach your ears, or sometimes insisting you stay asleep while he either goes to retrieve her for you or feeds her a premade bottle himself

The Simon you know doesn’t complain when the kitchen sink springs a leak after he’s had a long day at work, but rather angles Rosie’s high chair so she can see him working as he talks her through every step of the repair, teasing her about starting to pull her weight around he house as she giggles

The Simon you know pretends to grumble when you insist on applying sunscreen to his face on particularly sunny days, but secretly loves every second you spend so close him, fingers tracing his skin and taking care of him as delicately as you would with Rosie

The Simon you know shamelessly carries the diaper bag over his shoulder wherever you go, proudly wears Rosie on his chest in the baby sling any chance he gets, and most of all, never fails to hold your heart in his hand no matter how full they may already be

Tonight however? You can’t help the way your heart seemingly drops when you hear the telltale sound of keys at the front door

Simon is home

“Birdie?” His deep, Manchester accent calls out from around the corner. You’re hardly in control of your body as you rise to your feet and all but float towards him, torn between needing his comfort during such a confusing time, but equally fighting off the hurt and skepticism you’re beginning to feel

“Hi Si.” You meekly respond, coming into his view just as he’s toeing off his mud-caked boots, his eyes lighting up once he sees you

“Hi love.” He replies, stepping closer until you’re within his reach, naturally falling against his chest as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head, your eyes closing as you breathe in his scent. “Rosie asleep yet?”

“Put her down just a couple minutes ago.” You answer, arms snaking around his torso to embrace him tightly, unable to deny the hot tears beginning to prickle at the corner of your eyes.

“M’sorry I missed bedtime.”

“S’alright. Gave her your good night kiss for you. And I saved you supper. Just some chicken and salad but-”

“‘Jus’ chicken and salad’ is already more than I deserve for coming home late to my girls. Thank you, birdie.”

You know your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes when he pulls back to look at you, pulling yourself out of his hold to head towards the kitchen, his footsteps right behind yours

“How was your day? Not workin’ you too hard are they?” He asks, opening the fridge and pulling out the plate you’d saved for him

“No, work was fine.” You answer, awkwardly rubbing your arms as you lean against the wall, poking the edge of one of his moving boxes labeled simply as ‘stuff’ with your socked toes. “Actually, my day got kind of weird towards the end, if I’m being honest.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Simon asks you, peering at you over his shoulder as he gets ready to reheat his food

“Well I uh- I went to pick up Rosie from nursery and wound up talking to Emma. You know, the assistant director?”

If you didn’t know Simon so well, didn’t know his mind and his body language like the back of your hand by now, you might have missed the oh so subtle way he tensed up for no more than a split second, his large frame perfectly still as he held his breath for no longer than a blink of the eye, but you saw it

“‘Course. How is she?” He asks as casually as he can, though he pointedly isn’t meeting your gaze anymore

“She’s fine. Busy as usual. But anyways, I got chatting with her in the first place because I was just letting her know about the move soon. Wanted to update our address.” You add, waving a hand towards the many boxes dotted around the place

“Ah, right. Smart o’ you to get a head start on tha’.” Simon chides in, still not looking at you as he goes about grabbing himself silverware and a drink, keeping his head down the whole time

“I thought so too.” You say, pushing yourself off the wall to step closer to him, feeling your heart begin to pick up pace as dare to say what you’re too afraid to confirm. “Also figured I would go ahead and update Rosie’s contact information, while I was at it. Was well overdue adding you.”

At this point Simon has stopped moving entirely, his back turned to you as he faces the kitchen sink, not a word to be said as you continue

“But then she told me that you were already on there.”

Nearly a full five seconds pass by in complete and utter silence, before Simon slowly spins himself around to face you

“Oh.” Is all he can apparently manage to say at first, his face pulled into an expression you aren’t overly familiar with, eyes glancing everywhere but at your face. “Did you somehow add me and forget?”

“That’s what I thought at first too.” You elaborate, wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt, despite knowing that there isn’t a logical explanation for the second half of what you’re about to say. “But it was strange because she told me that she remembers having a conversation with you, after our first visit. Said that you were the one to add yourself.”

Again, Simon seems to forfeit to what he knows best in moments of high stress, a painful silence that echoes louder than any shouts ever could

“Things got really strange though, the more she told me. Like how you’ve been paying the daycare bills behind my back.”

“Love, I-”

“What was she talking about, Simon? Please tell me she was wrong.” You interrupt him, feeling your cheeks begins to burn with untamed emotions you haven’t dared to let out yet, the stinging at your lash line growing stronger as hot tears threaten to topple over

“No. She wasn’t wrong, but-”

“What?” You interrupt him, trying your best to keep your volume low for Rosie’s sake, though you can tell your emotions are already starting to get the better of you

“Look birdie, I- I’m not ready to talk about this yet. Let’s leave it alone for tonight, yeah?” Simon says as coolly as he can manage, though you notice the way his jaw ticks, how he runs his hand through his short hair as he only does when frustrated

“What the hell does that mean? You’re not ready to talk about what? Simon what is going on here?” You ask him, feeling yourself becoming light headed as the conversation takes the turn you were fearing it would, his words failing to reassure the uncertainty brewing within you

“Love it’s not- there isn’t anythin’ going on. I’m only jus’ trying to take care of you. So please, let’s just leave it.”

“No, Si. I can’t just ‘leave it’. Not when I’m finding out that you’ve been lying to me for who knows how long!” You insist, reaching behind you until you feel a stack of the moving boxes hit your calf, sitting down on the large box as you look up at Simon across the room. “What am I supposed to-”

“I said enough! Just drop it, please birdie. It’s nothin’.” He snaps at you, going to slam a hand down on the kitchen counter but catching himself at the last second, glancing down the hall towards Rosie’s closed door as he shakes his head to himself

“No! I’m not just going to drop this, Simon. How am I meant to know that you haven’t hidden anything else from me?”

“Oh, because you don’t hide anythin’?” He asks, stepping closer to you while trying to keep his voice down, lest you both wake the baby up

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Christs sake, I’m talkin’ ’bout Rosie’s father. What else would we be talkin’ ‘bout?” He admits, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat, coming to sit on the boxes across from you

“Are you kidding me?” You ask, narrowing your eyes at him. “We’ve gone over this before, it was a fucking one night stand Simon! Rosie doesn’t have a father, because I don’t know who her fucking father is! Is that what you want to hear? That I dont know the stranger who knocked me up after sleeping with him one goddamn time?”

“I don’t know what happened because we never talk bout it!” He replies, one foot incessantly tapping agains the tiled floor as he struggles to keep his cool. “There’s some bloke out there who could show up one day and take everythin’ I’ve worked for, so bloody fuckin’ right I’m concerned! How could you not know who he is? Might not know his name, but you could pick him out of a lineup surely? Describe him?”

“Are you seriously that insecure right now? You’re feeling threatened by a ghost? Because that’s all he was Simon, was a fucking ghost! It was a goddamn Halloween party. Every single person in that was wearing a mask, including me!” You argue back to him. “You want me to try and describe some tall guy wearing all black and a stupid skull mask? Is that it? How he didn’t even take it off while we were having sex? How he only wanted me to call him Ghost the entire goddamn night? What does it matter, Simon?“

By the end of your rant, you’re left huffing and puffing, borderline seeing red as you can’t believe of all things, this is what Simon would feel the need to bring up at a time like this

You’re expecting him to argue back, waiting on him to retaliate with whatever other ugly words you’re going to throw at each other tonight, the first proper fight you’ve ever had

And yet, he’s sat perfectly still, eyes locked on your own though it’s as if he isn’t quite seeing you

Rather, he looks like he’s seen a ghost

“Simon?”

He remembers that night almost too perfectly

Exactly half a year since his forced retirement, Simon was all too eager to get through the last of his ‘highly recommended’ therapy sessions

The older gentleman he met with once a month wasn’t all that bad, to his credit, had some decent stories to share and never pressed Simon to fill in the silence when he wasn’t in the mood to do so

But he was still a shrink at the end of the day, wasn’t he? Still wanted the former Lieutenant to talk about his feelings and his past and his thoughts and his nightmares and just about everything Simon would rather keep under heavily guarded lock and key

Even if he never insisted on making Simon spill his guts the way he might have imagined a shrink was obligated to do in their mandated fifty minute sessions, he’d still somehow managed to get the younger man to open up to the smallest degree, learned as much as he was willing to share within these bleak walls

Though he held no ill feelings towards him nor his profession, Simon couldn’t help but glance at the clock above the shrink’s head at least every other minute, looking forward to having his Saturday afternoons back to himself soon as this last appointment was done and over with

“Simon?” He remembers the old man saying, catching his wandering eye. “Did you hear me?”

“Sorry. Go on.” The muscular man had said, crossing his arms across his chest as he’d fought to give the man before him his full attention.

“I was only just saying,” he kindly went on, a soft smile appearing below his white moustache. “If if was something you might be open to exploring, I don’t think it would be the worst idea if you wanted to wear the mask out in public again. One last time.”

“Why would I do tha’?” Simon had questioned.

“Please correct me if I’m wrong, but you’ve spoken before about feeling conflicted between who you used to be six months ago, and who you’re having to become now post-retirement. A man with a name and a job and obligations. Whereas for over a decade, you were certain you’d never be anything more than this Ghost fellow you’ve mentioned. This man without a name, without a face. Am I right on this?”

“Suppose so.” He grumbled, shifting in his spot, the softness of the cushions around him a mundane luxury he was still growing used to feeling.

“You’ve also said that the honourable discharge came as a bit of a surprise, an unexpected end to this Ghost, as it were. Something, or someone, you never had the chance to truly mourn.” The shrink had gone on, gesticulating his pale, wrinkled hands with every word he spoke in Simon’s direction.

On his end, Simon could only manage to nod in response, taking in the man’s perspective

“The mask was something pivotal for you, something you held on to without fail for years, Simon. Years. It’s understandably difficult to be told you would no longer going to need this thing you had grown to, dare I say, depend on? Something that kept you separate from the rest of the world? A world you were being thrown back into without a choice?”

The older man had allowed for a beat of silence as Simon absorbed his words, only keeping his eyes on him as any indication now that he was still listening

“Now, I know you’d said that you haven’t put the mask back on since. We also evidently can’t replicate the sort of environment that Ghost used to live in. But if you wanted to put the mask back on for one night. If you wanted to put the mask back on for just a moment and perhaps allow yourself to make peace with this change in your life, to say goodbye to Ghost and give yourself the chance to fully become Simon, well, tonight might not be the worst night to try and do so.”

As if he needed his own shrink reminding him that it was Halloween that night

He remembers the odd few pumpkins lined up outside the apartments he’d passed on his walk home from the session

Remembers the posters for discounted costumes and reminders to check your children’s candy dotted along brick walls here and there

Hell he’d even had a group of giggling trick or treaters run past him at one point that evening

Staring at the handful of boxes he still couldn’t bring himself to unpack yet, Simon sat ins his flat entirely too long that night with a drink in hand, staring at the very one he knew held the thing he woulnd’t have been caught dead without less than a yer ago, now ruffed between some folded shirts

The more drinks he got in his system, the less ludicrous the doc’s idea had sounded to him

Perhaps he should don the mask one last time, if only to see what it felt like to have his second skin back on him again, to be Ghost for only just a moment more

He had been tearing the cardboard box open before he knew it, ripping through clothing until his hands met the familiar feeling of the skull beneath his fingertips

He hadn’t bothered looking in a mirror or anything dramatic of the sort as he slipped the material over his head, not feeling the need to glance at the face he once relished in knowing was the last one countless had ever seen in their lives

Unsure of how he felt but knowing he didn’t want to sit still, Simon had gone back out onto the streets, the sun having set long ago and trick or treaters certainly tucked into bed by now with lollipop coloured tongues and wrappers awry

He knew he wanted to keep drinking that night, seeing as it was the only way he could fall asleep most nights, and needn’t go very far before following the noise of the nearest pub, only just around the corner from his measly flat

Though the place had been crowded that night, packed with the young and old all dressed in differing levels to commitment to their costumes, Simon was pleased to see he could still part a crowd with ease as he’d slunk his way over to the busy bar

The music had been damn near defeaning, and the heat from all the dancing bodies was poignant, his senses kicking into overdrive as he fought the urge to turn hightail and head back to the solace of his empty four walls

The barkeep hadn’t even bat an eye at Ghost’s appearance as he’d made his way over and took his order, making haste to keep up with the demanding crowd

What had the doc said, again? That he ought to be taking this time to say goodbye to Ghost and welcome in Simon?

Pure rubbish, as far as he was concerned

He would always be Ghost in a way, wouldn’t he? Mask or not, his hands would still be stained with someone’s blood, his eyes will still be ones that witnessed death for a living, his heart would still beat to a broken drum, he would always be a ghost of a man on way or another

And so, no, he likely would not have said goodbye to Ghost that night, had he had much of a chance to continue thinking about it

But then again, fate has a way of making things fall into place right when they need to, doesn’t it?

For Simon had only just received his drink when a young woman had suddenly come crashing into his side, her hands unabashedly coming to grasp onto his bicep as she leaned her weight into him

“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” She’d said, loud enough to be heard over the music, glancing not at Ghost, but rather at someone who’d come to stand just behind him

Prepared to swing around in his seat and size up the person behind him, Simon’s eyes had gotten caught halfway there, when they landed on the stranger holding onto him

Donned in a flowing white dress with long billowing sleeves, a single red rose tucked behind her ear to match the red painted across her enticing lips, Simon was surprised to find an almost perfect Christine from the Phantom of the Opera stood before him, though perhaps more so that the young woman was also wearing the Phantom’s half mask across her face

“You’re expecting me to believe that this is your boyfriend?” A gruff voice had spoken out from the din of the crowd, Simon’s gazing finally landing on a poor imitation of a superhero, the lad clearly wasted on one too many drinks as he tried stepping closer to the mystery woman

Simon’s gaze had fixed back upon the woman’s face, eyes locking for the first time that night, the music in the room suddenly no longer so intolerable, nor the heat so unbearable, not when she was looking at him like that

Simon was smart enough to catch onto what was going on here in time to step in, cutting into the man’s attempt to squeeze closer to the young lady still clinging to Simon’s arm, his tall stature alone enough to have the bloke taking a step back

“Husband. Actually.” Ghost had decided to clarify for him, slinking an arm around your shoulders and ignoring the spark he felt as he did so, blaming the drinks he’d had himself. “Best move on to the next one, mate. She’s taken.”

Luckily, the lad apparently still had enough common sense, or at least self preseration instincts, to know when it was time to back off, moving back through the crowd with his head hung low, not that either of you were still looking at him, instead turning to face one another again

“Jesus, he’s been hounding me all night, wouldn’t take no for an answer, but you say all of ten words to him and he’s over it? Ugh, men I swear.” You’d said, leaning your elbows against the bar top as you went to wave down the barkeep, before catching Simon’s eye again and sending him a playful smile

“Funny way to say thank you.” He’d said, ignoring the way the genuine widening of your smile at his words had sent a jolt through his heart

“Hey, I was getting there.” You had laughed, the sound barely making its way to his ears through the noise of the crowd, but even just the whisper of it has him unconsciously stepping closer to you. “Would a drink be enough to repay for you saving me?”

Simon had glanced back over his shoulder, the tosser nowhere to be seen amongst the flashing lights and ever moving mass of bodies strolling and dancing about

You’d been nearly blinding to him in the darkness of the bar that night, your pale dress and startlingly white mask illuminated by the moving lights, the fog of his drinks already catching up to him, you were an image to behold nonetheless

It’d been a long, long time since Simon had had a girl in his bed, let alone a bird as pretty as you, but Ghost however? If he was lucky tonight, he might be able to get you to come back home with him, and then never see you again when he took the mask off in the morning

“Only if you’ll have one with me.” He’d replied, watching as you lifted a single brow in amusement. “Got to keep up the appearance that we’re here together now, haven’t we?”

“Hmm, suppose so.” You’d agreed easily, hopping up onto the barstool next to him as it freed up, the blush on your cheeks apparent when he’d reached his muscular arm behind you to drag the stool closer. “So, what’s my knight in shining armour’s name, then?”

“Call me Ghost.”

Muahahaha

I’ve been dropping hints in the chapters for a while now, and quite a few of you have guessed it, but yes, it seems Simon might know the baby daddy better than he thinks he does

As an almost strictly fluff writer, the angst in this one was so tough to write! Luckily next chapter will be filled with lots of fluff and smut to make up for the fight

- M 🫶🏻

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