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late night visits

eddie munson x harrington!virgin!f!reader

Eddie catches you dropping Max off and invites you over, he teaches you how to smoke weed and smut ensues.

an: Second fanfic is smut? Not proofread because this is an adapted excerpt from a much longer fanfic that I've been writing for a long time.

tw: smut, marijuana use, dubcon? (they are both high so take that as you will), p in v sex, fingering, loss of virginity, afab reader, she/her pronouns.

word count: 6.8k

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You turned your car into the trailer park, Kate Bush blasting in the car as you took Max Mayfield home. Your older brother, Steve, had asked you to give her a ride after his band of high school freshmen had come over for a movie night, Max was singing along, closing her eyes as she drummed her hands on her thighs. You could feel yourself smiling as you looked at her out of the corner of your eye. She was vibrant, glowing under every streetlamp you passed.

 The lights in her trailer were still on when you parked out front, grabbing the mixtape out of the stereo. Max was already out of the car and snatching her bag out of the backseat by the time you got out, leaning on the driver side door as you waited for her. You made it a rule to always watch anyone you dropped off go inside, especially after what happened with Will.

“Max?” Sue called, leaning out the front door. You couldn’t quite make out her face, but the tension in her tone was obvious.

“Hey Mrs. Mayfield!” you yelled back, waving. Her sigh of relief was loud enough to be heard down the street. She went back inside without saying anything else, leaving the front door open for Max to follow. The lights from the TV lit her up as she settled back into the couch, crossing her ankles as she grabbed her beer off the side table.

“Don’t forget this.” You tossed the mixtape to Max as she passed. She called back a thanks and a quick goodnight as she ran up to her front door, slamming it behind her. You huffed, letting your head roll back and rest on the roof of the car as you looked at the stars.

Life had felt off lately, your parents were still gone a majority of the time and you were a senior in high school. You’d been getting nightmares, strange dreams of your parents screaming at you that you were a disappointment in comparison to Steve and how they were ashamed you were their daughter. Their mouths would end up sewn shut, blood dripping down their chins. You hadn’t slept right in weeks.

“What are you doing aaaaall the way out here, prom queen?” The way Eddie Munson stretched his vowels was unmistakable. You looked over your shoulder at the trailer across the way, seeing him toss a bag in the trash can out front by the curb. If you didn’t recognize him instantly, the beat-up van out front was a dead give-away.

There was something about Eddie that ignited a flare of excitement in your spine, it was a thrill that he was even talking to you. You’d had classes together, seen him in the halls, but never really acknowledged one another more than a simple nod of greeting.

“Just dropping off a friend,” you called back, spinning the rest of the way around to get a better look at him. You pressed your stomach against the driver side window as you crossed your arms on the roof. The metal was warm as you rested your chin on your forearms. He was backlit by the floodlight, his frizzy hair glowing gold.

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “You feelin’ okay to drive?” he yelled, you felt yourself stiffen. There was a rumor flying around the high school that you were showing up drunk. It turns out that you were just exhausted beyond belief. You looked back at Max’s trailer to see if there was any movement inside. “Just with your new habits and all.”

You’d been going through a confrontational streak lately. You marched around the car and right up to him, your fists balled at your sides. Eddie was grinning like an idiot as he watched you approach, crossing his arms over his chest like it was a challenge. You’d never seen him look so casual before, wearing only a black tank top and tattered plaid pajama pants. Usually he was decked to the nines, trying to look like a member of Motley Crue on their day off.

“Will you shut up!” you seethed, watching his eyes sparkle as you came to a halt in front of him. He opened his mouth and sucked in a deep breath, raising his head to the sky like he was getting ready to shout. Oh my god he’s just fucking with you now. You pressed your hand across his mouth, whatever he was trying to say muffled by your palm. You couldn’t help the smile that was spreading across your face as you looked back over your shoulder at Max’s. “Seriously, Sue knows my mom! And I wasn’t even drinking!” 

He made a noise to get your attention, your hand still smacked across the bottom part of his face as you felt him smile. Then you felt his warm, wet tongue lick a stripe across your palm. Your face twisted into a grimace as you pulled your hand away, wiping the spit on your sweater as a smile twitched the edges of your mouth.

“Alright, alright. Just didn’t expect to see you on this side of the tracks.” You cocked your head, what did he mean? He gasped dramatically, raising a hand to fan his face as he batted his lashes. “Oh Mr. Munson, I could never be caught dead in a trailer park. What would my loyal subjects at Hawkins High say?” His voice was high pitched and aloof, mocking you.

You laughed, a flush heating your cheeks as you were caught off guard. “Shut up! I don’t sound like that.” He dropped the act, smiling as he looked you up and down.

“What are you doing the rest of tonight?” he asked, scratching his cheek with his pointer finger. Your eyes narrowed slightly, was he trying to make a move? “Hey, not trying to steal your virtue or anything,” Eddie laughed, looking sheepishly down at his bare feet, “just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out or something.”

You appraised him for one more moment, nodding solidly. “Sure, but we are keeping it platonic with a capital P, Munson.” The smile that bloomed on his face could have lit up the whole block as he nodded enthusiastically. He crossed his fingers over his heart with a flourish as he turned to lead you inside the quaint trailer. 

The aroma of cologne and weed hit you first as you walked up the porch, Eddie opening the door wider. You stepped inside carefully, looking around as you toed your shoes off in the corner. It was cozy inside, maybe a little cluttered and messy. The carpet in the living room was squishing under my socks. The black loveseat and mismatched recliner took up most of the space, minimal furniture along the walls otherwise. There was a small kitchen off to the side and some stools at a breakfast bar. 

“Yeah, it’s no White House.” Eddie shut the door and locked it. Was he… self conscious? “It’s nice,” you said, looking over your shoulder at him. His eyebrows shot up in a ‘whatever you say’ vibe as he shrugged and walked inside. “Is this your place?”

He was shutting the door at the end of the hall, his bedroom? “No, my uncle lives here with me–works nights at the plant. Makes the big bucks.”

Eddie sat in the recliner with a groan, stretching his legs out under the coffee table. He gestured to the loveseat next to him with a ringed hand, a clear sign to join him. Of course he’d wear all his jewelry in his pajamas. You sat down, crossing your legs beneath you as you sank into the well-loved couch. “What are we watching?” you asked, resting your cheek on the rough fabric.

He held out a stack of movies: “I just got these from Family Video.” You pressed your lips together, taking them out of his hands.

You shuffled through, mostly horror titles. “Wow, no Grease?” You giggled at his expression before continuing through the selection. “What about Return of the Jedi?” You were way too skittish to watch horror movies anymore, you already couldn’t sleep as it was–you didn’t need anything to help with that.

You pushed the movie in his hands before he had time to protest, placing the rest on the coffee table. “Really, Return of the Jedi?” Eddie asked, getting up from his seat to put the movie in the VHS player. 

You nodded matter-of-factly, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’re the one who rented it,” you argued, watching the commercials begin to play on the TV. A blue light cast over the living room as he sat back down. The lamp next to you clicked as he switched it off with a twist of his fingers. 

“If I didn’t know any better I’d have to call you a geek, prom queen.” His voice strained as he reached over the far side of the recliner for something. He produced a bong with a flourish, the glass glimmering in the low light. The slightly murky water sloshed around inside as he set it on the end table between you, pulling the bowl out. You tried not to stare, you’d only ever seen bongs in passing at parties. 

You watched out of the corner of your eye as he dumped the contents into an ashtray on the end table, scraping the inside of it clean with a pocket knife. He produced a metal cylinder out of what seemed like nowhere, pulling the top half of it off carefully. His movements were delicate and methodical, clearly he’d done this a thousand times. 

“You want some?” he asked as he put the bowl back in it, holding the glass piece out to you by its neck. He held a zippo lighter in the other hand. You watched him spin the square of metal between his forefinger and thumb, thinking of an answer.

The truth was better than anything else. “Oh, uh, I’ve never smoked before,” you muttered, glancing down at your hands. Your nail polish was horrendously chipped, a nervous habit you’d picked up over the summer.

“Well if you want to try, on the house.” His voice was gentle as he held it out to you again. An offering. You shifted slightly to face him, your gaze bouncing between the bong and his soft brown eyes. 

Hesitantly, you took it from his hand. Your fingers bumped his as you grabbed the neck of it, the glass cool to the touch. Your other hand had to support the base—it was heavier than you expected. “I uh, I don’t know how to do this,” you admitted, a nervous grin pulling at your lips. 

“Don’t worry it’s easy, I’ll help you,” he murmured, getting up to sit on the coffee table in front of you. His knees bracketed yours, the soft fabric of his pajama pants rubbing against your jeans. The minty smell of his shampoo was thick in your nose. “Alright, so, put your mouth on the top. You should feel the rim of the mouthpiece on the outside of your lips.” He watched you do it, your hand still holding the neck. You already felt self conscious.

 “Okay good, now I’ll help you with the rest. Pretty girls should never light their own bowls—got it?” You fought the urge to protest, just rolling your eyes instead. 

“So just do what I tell you.” You gave him a brief nod, barely lifting your head. He was grinning mischievously. You looked at him through your lashes as he flicked the lighter on, putting the flame to the bowl. “Okay suck in.” God, you must be as red as a tomato by now. 

His other hand came up to hold the bottom of the bong, his calloused fingers overlapping yours. You resisted shying away from his touch. His hands were warm as he lifted it a little, letting you straighten your spine. You could hear the water bubbling as the bong filled with a thick white smoke. It was a few seconds before he plucked the smoldering bowl out, letting you suck the contents into your lungs. 

You sat up abruptly, tears in your eyes as you fought to keep the smoke in. The bong was thrust back to him clumsily in your haste to get away from it. You managed to last a few seconds before you coughed it out, blowing smoke over his living room. “Jesus Christ,” you grunted between coughs. It felt like your chest was on fire. Eddie was chuckling, going to the kitchen. You could hear the sink running before a mason jar full of water was set on the coffee table.

“That was pretty good for your first time.” He repeated the same motions with himself, exhaling the smoke slowly as he settled back into the recliner. You couldn’t stop coughing, your throat feeling like you tried to swallow steel wool. “You’ll cough less the more you get used to it, everyone coughs their first time,” he said encouragingly, motioning for you to drink water.

You finally were able to breathe again, taking deep gulps of air. You wiped the last of the tears out of the corners of your eyes on the back of your hand. Thankfully you hadn’t bothered to put on makeup tonight. 

“Now’s time for the fun to begin,” he whispered, grinning as he rubbed his hands together. You watched the tattoos on his arms flex as the muscle under them moved–slightly surprised by how many he had.

“When am I supposed to feel it?” you asked, the beginning credits of the movie starting. You watched the yellow text fly across the screen, your fingers nervously twisting a loose thread of your sweater.

“Oh, you’ll know when you feel it.” You nodded, tucking your feet back under your thighs as you leaned against the arm of the loveseat.

It must have been a mere ten minutes later when you realized your face was buzzing and your head was full of air. Your eyes moved slower than you thought they would, taking snapshots of the room before settling back on the screen. At some point you’d slid off the couch and onto the floor, contorting yourself in the small space between it and the coffee table.

“How you feelin’, prom queen?” Eddie was still in the recliner, leaning back but not fully stretched out yet. His pajama pants looked soft, you fought the urge to touch the fabric.

You laughed—like, really laughed rather than your practiced soft giggle—your head rolling back so you could look at him. He was grinning broadly, watching you with his arms stretched over the back of the chair. “M’feeling pretty good,” you said, trying to stifle your giggles. What was so funny? 

Eddie giggled along with you, running a hand through his messy hair. “Yeah, you’re definitely feeling it.” He looked goofy upside down. His hair was curling in all directions as he shook it back out, turning his attention to the movie. You lifted your head, feeling like you were fighting the full weight of earth’s gravity to look at the TV again.

It felt like you had blinders on, your peripheral vision swirling dizzily. You barely moved as Eddie got up from the recliner to disappear somewhere. Your breath was shallow, you could feel every fiber of the carpet rubbing against your socks. The sweater you wore was warm, practically making you melt into the shape of the furniture. Your limbs were heavy, everytime you moved it was like fighting molasses. Was this how being stoned always was? 

The smell of food brought you back to the present as Eddie settled back down, a big plate in his hands. You watched him pick up a piece of food and put it in his mouth, immediately hissing as he burned his tongue. “Shit are those pizza rolls?” Your stomach rumbled, were you always this hungry?

He laughed, “If you want some, you gotta come sit up here with me, pretty girl.” You scrambled, feeling progressively more uncoordinated as you pulled yourself to a standing position. Your joints cracked as you stretched, feeling a little dizzy as the blood rushed to your head. You slumped into the couch, leaning far over the arm of it and the end table as you reached for one. “They’re hot,” he warned, sounding like a babysitter.

You rolled your eyes, biting the corner off it carefully and letting the steam billow out. “You’re a freak, no one eats pizza rolls like that,” Eddie said, but his smile gave him away. You watched the steam swirl in your breath, disappearing quickly. 

You stuck yourr tongue out, eating the pizza roll in one mouthful after it cooled. You chewed thoroughly, swallowing with a gulp of water. “At least I didn’t burn my tongue.” Not to mention, it was the most delicious thing you’d ever tasted.

The pizza rolls were long gone and the movie had ended a while ago. The Twilight Zone played on the TV, but neither of you were paying attention. “So like, am I a stoner now?” you asked, laughing quietly. The question even sounded stupid when it tumbled out of your mouth.

“I’d say you are a hopeless drug-addict,” he joked. He had taken another hit only moments before, letting you have the remnants. It reinvigorated the goofy haze. Your head was buzzing again and you just let thoughts tumble out of your mouth.

You scoffed, shoving his shoulder lightly. “You wish, Munson.” You were smiling as you ran your hands through your hair, tossing it against the part. You were sure it was sticking up in a million places, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

Eddie’s umber colored eyes darted to look at you, dragging up you in a way that set you on fire. You felt yourself squirm under his heavy gaze, your lips parting a bit. “Thanks for asking me to hang out,” you blurted. You cracked your knuckles as you shifted around, trying to find a new comfortable position. 

The seam of your jeans kept pressing in all the right places, making you wiggle your hips in an attempt to get it to stop. You’d never felt this sensitive before, but now every sensation seemed to send a tingle up your spine and heat in your belly. A flush covered your cheeks, your gaze tracking back to the television.

“You okay? You seem awfully… squirmy there, prom queen,” Eddie murmured, his gaze still focused on you. His eyes were softened at the edges with concern, the whites of them bloodshot. 

“Yeah, um, just trying to get comfortable,” you said, stilling into a position despite your heart pounding in your chest. A rumor had been flying around Hawkins High that Eddie was… well endowed. All of a sudden you were curious to see if it was true. “S’just getting to my head, I guess.”

One of his eyebrows lifted enough to disappear under his bangs. Eddie stood from the recliner, moving to sit next to you on the small couch. His arm looped behind you, bat tattoos printed into the pale skin as he stooped to make eye contact. “You alright? Don’t want you getting overwhelmed, prom queen. Some people get anxious when they’re stoned.” 

You couldn’t help the overwhelming heat that consumed your whole face and neck. “I-I’m not anxious, I promise,” you mumbled, your tongue darting out to wet your lower lip on its own volition. Eddie was sitting close to you, his knee pressing into your thigh. You could smell mint, tobacco, and weed on him, the combination making your stomach flip. 

“You sure? I really can’t let Harrington’s little sister have a heart attack on my couch,” he murmured, moving a little closer. You giggled half-heartedly, glancing at the television for a moment to give yourself a second to not think about the way Eddie is crowding you against the arm of the couch.

“M’sure,” you said, your voice soft and a bit airy. You didn’t look back at Eddie, your face still hot. You pressed your thighs together a bit, the friction helping relieve some of the pressure building between your legs.

Eddie’s calloused thumb hooked under your chin, directing your gaze back to him. He had a gentle smile on his face, leaning forward toward you. “What’s going on in your brain, pretty girl?” he asked, his eyes crinkling warmly at the corners. Your breath was shallow in your throat, your chest tightening as you looked at the metalhead in front of you.

“I dunno,” you said, his fingers pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger keeping your head in place. His eyes flickered between your lips and eye contact with you. It made your mind short-circuit, clumsily trying to work toward an answer for his question that wasn’t the honest answer. “Does, uh, weed ever make you feel… weird?” you asked, wanting to smack yourself as the words left your lips.

“Weird how?” Eddie asked, his fingers finally left your chin. His large hand curled around your shoulder, squeezing lightly. Every touch kept sidetracking you–you’d done some things with guys before. Kissing and making out and touching weren’t new to you, but you hadn’t really ever gone farther than that. You never wanted to–but you did now.

You didn’t stop to think about it, not even considering whether or not you should ask Eddie if he was okay with it before you leaned forward and twisted your head up to capture his lips in a kiss as you shut your eyes. You could feel him smile against your mouth, the hand curled around your shoulder continuing on its path to press between your shoulder blades. Eddie leaned forward, the small of your back hitting the armrest of the love seat. 

It went from hesitant and tentative to needy, your lips slotting together and noses mashing against one another as you both got more into the kiss. Eddie’s other hand found the back of your neck, his fingers slotting into your hair as he tilted your head just the way he wanted it. His lips parted, his tongue slicking along your bottom lip before you let it lick into your mouth.

You only parted when your lungs were on fire, your mouths separating with a soft click and a gossamer string of saliva illuminated by the warm light of the lamp behind you. Your eyes fluttered open, already finding Eddie looking down at you as he smoothed a hand down your back and around your waist. Chests heaving and foreheads bumping together, you both smiled and giggled sheepishly,

“Weird like that,” you whispered, a tinge of a joke in your tone. Your body was twisted, both of your feet on the carpet as you twisted at the waist to face Eddie. His knees were pointed toward you, one leg bent beneath him as his other pressed into the floor to get leverage.

He smiled, his hand dipping to run his fingertips along the hem of your sweater. “Good weird, then,” Eddie mumbled, stamping his lips over yours with an urgency you didn’t expect. You twisted your body in a comfortable position, slotting your legs around his slim waist as you returned his fervent kisses.

 His hand slipped beneath your sweater, ghosting along the soft skin on your belly. The sensation of Eddie’s fingers on your skin made your breath hitch. You could feel the clench in your lower abdomen, need burrowing deep within you as his hand continued to travel upward. He cupped over the fabric of your bra, his thumb pressing the swell of your breast just along the edge of it.

“Eddie,” you whimpered against his mouth, the press of his index finger through the thin padding of your bra to tease your stiffened nipple making you keen. He smirked, repeating the motion by circling the hardened nub with the pad of his index finger over the slippery polyester. Your breath stuttered in your throat, desperation clouding along the edges of your eyes as he tilts you even further over the arm of the couch.

“Feelin’ okay, princess?” he asked, rubbing turning into heavy petting as he pinched your nipple between his index and middle fingers. Your brows were pinched together, your back arching as you chased the sensation. You nodded, eyelids partially obscuring your gaze as you met Eddie’s.   

His hand slipped beneath the underwire band of your bra, his knuckles pressing against the squishy cup of it as he finally felt your bare breast. Your eyelids fluttered as you softly moaned his name beneath him. Your sweater was bunched up on Eddie’s forearm, the backs of your thighs pressing against the top of his as he bent to lave his tongue over your throat. 

“Jesus, Eddie,” you sighed, tilting your head to expose more of your throat to him. Each swipe of his thumb over your nipple sent a jolt of sensation to your clit. You could feel yourself get more turned on with every touch, your hands winding around his exposed biceps to keep him close.

He sat back on his heels, pulling your sweater over your head to expose your plain, black bra. A dopey smile came over his face as his gaze focused on your breasts like a kid opening presents on Christmas morning. You took initiative, your arms twisting behind you to unlatch your bra at your spine and shed it onto the living room floor.

“When is your uncle supposed to get back?” you asked, that bit of information springing forward in your mind as something that could be important. Eddie was too distracted, his ringed hands finding your breasts and squeezing the soft flesh beneath the stretch of his fingers. “Eddie,” you said, your voice somewhere between scolding him and moaning.

 “Not ‘till morning, princess. We’re okay,” he mumbled, his tone airy as he licked his lower lip. You gasped as he teased both of your nipples, your spine arching toward the sensation as he massaged your chest. Your hips jolted, the seam of your jeans pressing against your clit and practically punching the air from your lungs.

A smirk found its way to Eddie’s face, his brown eyes darkening as he left one of your breasts unattended to unbutton your jeans with swift fingers. He let out a soft groan when he saw your baby pink underwear as he tugged the zipper down, his fingers gently pulling at the little white bow along the waistband. He bit his lower lip, his brows pinching together as he looked at you beneath him.

“This okay, princess?” he finally asked, his voice deep and raspy as he spoke. 

“Yeah, more than okay.” You desperately wanted him to continue, already so soaked that you could feel the gusset of your panties sticking. 

Eddie dipped his fingers below the waistband of your panties, leaning forward so he didn’t have to twist his arm that much. It still looked like he was halfway dislocating his shoulder as he did it, but he didn’t seem to mind. His eyelids fluttered over his soft, chocolate-brown irises as the pads of his fingers finally dipped into the wet heat of your soaked cunt.

“You always this wet?” he asked, his voice ragged as his forearm pressed against the arm of the couch to keep himself aloft. His fingers sought out your clit immediately, rubbing slow circles around it that made you see stars.

You blushed, embarrassment curling around your ribs. “No, not really,” you said, sheepish at how flustered Eddie had gotten you. He just smirked, watching your face as he experimented with pressures and speeds. Finally, he must have gotten a reaction he liked, one of your wines eliciting a wicked smile from him as he repeated the motion.

“C’mon, let’s get these off,” Eddie said, pulling away from you. You whined at the sudden lack of contact, your brows furrowing in frustration as he grabbed the waistband of your jeans and panties and started to pull both off of you. You lifted your hips and then curled your legs toward your stomach so he could discard your clothes carelessly. 

You moaned loudly as his fingers messily traced up the seam of your cunt, finally able to touch you properly as your legs settled on either side of him. You could feel him smearing the sticky, clear wetness that has practically been pouring out of you, his thumb pressing against your clit with agonizingly soft pressure.  

Eddie was good with his hands, unsurprising for someone who was well-practiced in guitar. You’d seen him play once in the guitar class you both had signed up for as an elective, watched the way his fingers expertly moved over the strings while you fumbled pathetically. 

You weren’t really aware of Eddie slipping his heavy rings off, putting them on the coffee table with soft thumps. Even knowing how good he is with his hands, nothing prepared you for the way your mind turned upside down when he slid his middle and ring fingers inside of you.

“Oh,” you exhaled, his thumb still steadily rubbing over the swollen bump of your clit. You were so wound up, arousal forming a knot in the pit of your stomach. Your back curved to desperately grind your hips against his hand, any embarrassment forgotten as your eyes practically roll back in your head. Eddie’s fingers pressed into the squishy spot on the front wall of your pussy, his gaze focused on the way his fingers plunged inside of you.

“Doing great, princess,” he hummed as you grabbed at him to ground yourself. Your fingers twisted into the strap of his black tank top, stretching the fabric in your pleasure-filled haze. It was impossible to keep still, your hips humping against the movement of his hand as you tossed your head back against the cushioned armrest of the couch. 

“Eddie…” you panted, starting to feel that familiar bliss of a climax coming. He’d gotten you there embarrassingly fast, your legs trembling around him as your chest heaves with each breath. He smiled, shushing you gently as his free hand caressed your cheek on its way to clasp around the back of your neck. The squelching noises filling the living room were ungodly, almost drowning out the sounds of the television altogether.

Eddie let out a soft chuckle. “It’s okay, just let it happen,” he said, his tone soft despite the undeniable rasp in his voice. It was like permission was all you needed to make the coil in your stomach snap with the harshness of a rubber band stretched too tight. You let out a soft sob as your cunt pulsed around his fingers, sucking at them greedily. You’d never cum so hard before in your life, your ears ringing as you squeezed your eyes shut. You were vaguely aware of the way you were chanting Eddie’s name like a broken record, your nails digging into his arm with no mercy.

Eddie slowed his fingers down, still working you through your orgasm until you were limp against the couch. You came back to reality with a sob, the sound thick and wet as overwhelmed tears form at the edges of your eyes. You felt weak as his fingers finally slow to a stop, your focus narrowing to just Eddie.

“That was so pretty,” he murmured, pulling his fingers from inside you. They were shiny, strings of your cum shining in the low light as he spread them. Eddie sucked them into his mouth with a grin, his eyes rolling back before he curled himself back over you to pull you into a needy kiss.

You could taste yourself on his tongue, the tang of your own pussy distinct as Eddie smeared his wet fingers on your ribcage. His hard cock pressed against the back of your thigh, warm and pulsing through his pajama pants and boxers as he rutted it against your soft flesh.

“Wanna fuck you, princess,” Eddie said between kisses, almost sounding drunk with the way his voice dropped into a low rumble. He kissed the corner of your mouth before his lips fluttered up your soft jawline. He paused to suckle behind your ear, his plush lips making you whine pathetically again.

You realized you wanted to have sex with him. The way he said it made you clench around nothing, desperation rising in you again. “Eddie, I’m a virgin,” you mumbled, embarrassed and worried about his response.

He pulled back to look you in the eyes, seriousness and lust mixing in his expression as he looked down at you. His hips slowed, still pressing his erection against your thigh and slowly rocking. He bit his lip, one hand smoothing some hair off your face. “What do you want to do? Don’t want you to feel like you gotta do anything.”

The pressure lifted from your chest, the worry dissipating as quickly as it had arrived. “I want to,” you said, lifting your head to kiss him quickly. For some reason you felt comfortable with Eddie, that panic that you have had before with previous guys nonexistent.

His eyes widened as though he didn’t expect that response, a grin stretching across his face and making his eyes wrinkle at the corners. “Okay,” he breathed, unable to keep the excitement out of his tone. He lifted himself off of you in a stiff motion, palming at the front of his pants as he looked down at you. “You just stay here, I’ll be right back.” 

He disappeared down the hall to his room, shutting the door behind him to hide it from your view. When he came back he had a silver foil in his hand, the other one pulling off his tank top and dropping it to the floor. 

“Seems like you’re hiding something in your room,” you said, a soft joke to ease the tension as Eddie settled himself between your legs again. He was ripping the condom wrapper open when he cracked a smile, his gaze flicking back up to yours.

“I didn’t know such a beautiful girl would be over or I would’ve cleaned my room,” he said in explanation. “You’re sure about this?” he asked, discarding the wrapper on the table.

“Yeah, I am,” you said, biting your lower lip as you nodded.

Eddie accepted your confirmation, pushing his pants and boxers down just enough to free himself. You propped yourself up on your elbows as you looked at his cock, not sure if it was big or average sized–but there was no way it could be considered small. The tip was red and engorged as his dick curved up and slightly to the left from a thatch of curly brown hair. There were prominent veins on the underside of it, the ridges visible in the skin as he took himself in his fist to roll the condom on.

“Lay down,” he said as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit a few times, making you gasp. Even through the condom it was hot to the touch. Eddie’s eyes were dark as he looked at you, still rubbing his cock along your cunt. “If you want to stop, you just tell me, princess. Okay?”

You exhaled as the head of his cock caught at your entrance, making your pussy clench needily. “Uh huh, I’ll tell you, Eddie,” you agreed frantically. 

The press of the crown of his cock into your dripping cunt coaxed a gasp out of you. It was a burning stretch despite how slow he was going, your hips wiggling to find a comfortable position. It didn’t hurt, but it was different, the sensation of fullness making you let out little huffs of air as he pushed into you. He kissed any part of you his mouth could reach, peppering his lips over your face and neck as he slotted himself inside you. 

Eddie caged you to the couch, his hand stroking your hair and your neck and your waist. He just kept going and going, your back arching and your pussy fluttering around him as you adjusted to the new sensation. Your huffs turned into whines, your head spinning as you started to feel overwhelmed.

“Shh,” Eddie hummed into your ear, an attempt to soothe you. “Relax, you’re doing so good for me, princess. Deep breath.” 

The breath you took in at his instruction was rough and ragged, rattling in your lungs. He snorted a soft chuckle in response. 

He drove the rest of his cock into you in one smooth motion, punching all the air from your body with a soft yelp. Your hands found his shoulders, holding onto him has you hooked your legs around his waist. You felt full and vulnerable beneath him, your walls stretched tight around him as the two of you breathed together for a moment.

Eddie decided you were adjusted enough, pulling out and thrusting back in. Your hips lurched with nowhere to go, a quiet ah pulling itself from your throat.

He leaned forward to press his lips to yours as he slid rhythmically in and out of you, making you mewl pathetically against his mouth. Eddie was relentless, fucking you smoothly as he mashed his lips against yours. You could hardly think straight, clinging to him as he pressed you into the cushions of the couch.

The wet, squelching noises of your pussy were loud, your tight walls sucking at Eddie’s cock greedily each time he pulled back from you. His fingers dug into the fat of your thighs, keeping you where he wanted you as you took every inch of him inside of you. His teeth nipped softly at your jaw, making your head spin as you felt yourself slipping closer and closer to brainlessness.

“You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, you know that, princess?” Eddie groaned into your ear, his pace picking up. “She’s so fucking hot and tight around me, poor thing just needed my cock so bad.”

His voice makes you moan, the way he’s talking to you makes delight bubble in your chest. You got lost in the feeling of the head of his cock rubbing against the spongy spot on the inside of your pussy. Your brow was furrowed, lips pouting as it started to feel like you’d snap again. 

Eddie lifted himself off of you, his gaze fixed on where his cock kept sinking into you over and over again. His hand smoothed over the hinge where your thigh met your hip, his thumb stretching out to swipe over your swollen clit. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as you clenched around him like a vise, a punched-out groan rumbling from his chest as his free hand dug into your waist to keep leverage.

You were trembling beneath him, your skin started to feel like it was stretched too tight over your body. “Eddie, I’m gonna cum,” you gasped, his pace grinding a second orgasm out of you like it was his job. 

You were almost delirious from being stuffed full of his cock, your legs trembling around him as your back arched off the cushions of the couch. Eddie kept his pace, his own resolve starting to crumble as his thrusts got increasingly sloppy. His hands both found your waist, his thrusts becoming quick and shallow as his long, curly hair fell in his face. His eyes fluttered shut as soft grunts and whimpers pulled from his throat.

Watching Eddie cum made your heart twist, the way he stopped thrusting to grind into you as he crumpled down to press his chest to yours is almost tender. Your legs wrapped around his waist, everywhere that your skin was pressed together was sticky with sweat. Eddie spilled into the condom, part of you wishing he hadn’t worn it at all so you could get the full sensation. The sound he made was breathless and sultry, his mouth open and head tucking into the curve of your neck as he kept his hips tightly pressed to yours.

Your eyes slipped closed, your hands curling into the damp curls at the nape of his neck as you both caught your breath. You pressed kisses to the shell of Eddie’s ear, a bit delighted that the night had turned out this way. The muscles of your thighs were starting to burn from being bent in an unfamiliar angle, but you weren’t about to protest.

After a few moments Eddie pulled out of you with a hiss, pressing a wet kiss to your forehead. There was a look of affection in his eyes as he regarded you with a goofy smile that matched your own. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you looked up at him.

“I think you should start coming over more often.”

[plzfeedmebread]

Resplendent

word count: 1220

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Female! Metkayina! Na'vi Reader Tags/warnings: Fluff, angst, bittersweet, established relationship, adult reader, adult Neteyam, no smut Summary: Neteyam quietly watches you from the shore as you perform a ritual dance in the water, to the utter delight of your daughters.

Author's Note: Set some time after the big battle. Also moved those events further ahead. You and Neteyam are mated and have children before the RDA attacks the reef. Got inspired by the song~

Sa’nu - mum, mommy

Tahni - bioluminescent freckle

Close your eyes.

Deep breathes.

Remember the moves.

Remember the words...

Your heart thrums in your chest almost painfully. You take a deep, slow, calming breath; placing a hand over your heart.

“Sa’nu? Are you okay?”

You open your eyes, looking down to meet the gaze of your youngest daughter. The cool water of the sea comes up to her neck. Sweet thing. You told her, she and her sister could watch you from the shoreline. But they were persistent to be as close to you as possible. The water barely reaches your hips.

You offer a soft smile, reaching down and affectionately stroking her hair.

“I’m okay…Don’t worry my little star. Mommy’s just nervous.” The 5-year-old beams up at you with a toothy grin. Your 6-year-old beside her pats you on the arm.

“You practiced aaaaall the time! You got this.” She offers you her own encouraging smile. You give her an appreciative nod before facing the shoreline once more. You return your face to neutrality, closing your eyes once again.

You hear the disturbance of the water as your daughters move a bit to the side to give you more space to move.

With one final calming breath, you open your mouth and begin the song cord of your family.

---

Neteyam stands under the shade of a nearby tree on the shoreline. His arms are crossed as he watches the three of you.

The evening breeze carries your voice to him. He stands up straight when the sound hits his ears.

When you sing, it reminds him of the melody of birdsong in spring. No matter how many years may pass between you two, every time he hears you play the instrument of your heart, he feels like he could fall in love with you all over again.

He takes in your form as you start swaying in the water, admiring you from top to bottom.

Your hair, thick and long, reaching all the way down to your knees; you and your sisters spent what must have been hours, braiding it into the intricate patterns now adorning your head.

Even from this distance, he can still make out the faint markings of the tattoos framing your face. Though today you also have a thin line of white painting the centre of your face. You could have mud smeared all over and he would still find you to be the most beautiful woman; you have him convinced you are blessed by Eywa herself.

You arms move slow and with purpose through the air; attuned with the words as they fall from your lips.

Your soft lips.

How he wishes he could kiss you right now.

You dip down, submerging your arms into the water. In one fluid motion, you rise back up to your feet, the motion you perform with your hands and arms bring water up with you as you rose. Your arms are stretched out to your sides as you pirouette.

Neteyam’s heart skips a beat as he watches you, and it’s as if time itself slows, just so he can drink in the beauty of your very being.

With your back to eclipse, your front is cast in shadow.

The water falls around you in a shimmering curtain of rain. The last light of eclipse hits the smooth stones woven into the fabric on your chest; causing a cascade of colours to dance across your skin. And when the sun disappears, your tahni come to life like the brilliance of dawn.

It’s one of his most favourite parts of your body. Though you had the scattered stars as did all Na’vi, for reasons he attests only to being blessed by Eywa, you have thin bioluminescent swirls weaving itself around your arms, chest, and all down your legs. To him it’s like a faint galaxy glittering in the night.

He recalls fondly the memory of him knowing each and every star on your body intimately.

And in the fading light of the day do you shine before him. Resplendent as you are in the day, so too will you dazzle the world around you in the darkness of the approaching night.

His heart throbs something fierce when you open your eyes after dipping into the water once more. Even behind the curtain of water, or the netting of the fabric draped over your head, your eyes glow with a fierceness he knows all to well. It pierces his very soul, a warmth sweeping over him.

He drinks you in more as you bend your form this way and that. He wishes he knew the intricacies of your dance; understood what each fluid motion meant, the significance of each swish of your tail, or the ways you angle your hands and bend your fingers.

You close your eyes as you near the end of the cord song.

As you perform another twirl, you playfully swat the water with your thick tail, splashing your daughters.

Their uncontrollable gigging brings a smile to your face. You open your eyes as you continue to dance, giving them a loving look. They’re splashing each other with reckless abandon as they try to imitate your moves. You can’t help the unrestrained laughter their antics bring you.

Neteyam laughs quietly to himself as he watches his girls playfully flay about in the water. Every day since their birth he’s given thanks to both you and the Great Mother for blessing him with such miracles. He hadn’t thought it was possible to love something as much as he loved you.

He feels a stray tear fall down his cheek. But he doesn’t move to wipe it away. Instead he continues to smile as he watches your song and dance coming to its conclusion.

You turn to face the horizon, and his gaze drifts to his girls.

They’re singing something he can’t quite make out, but he loves the sound nonetheless.

And when their eyes meet his, finally noticing his presence, they wave at him wildly, giggling all over again.

His smile grows wider, and he offers them a small wave back.

---

One final pose, and you hold the final note of your song, eyes still closed. You hold that note until your lungs and throat burn.

You hear the excited cheers of your daughters as they shower you with praise. Your breathing is laboured as your heart pounds in your chest, but you offer them a bow and a small smile of gratitude.

You turn yourself to the horizon before you finally open your eyes. The ritual dance has come to and end.

You rub the cool ocean water on your cheeks, in your neck, and down your arms; all in an effort to cool you down from your laborious activity. You breath deep in from the nose, and slowly exhale through your mouth, calming your rapid heartbeat.

The girls still giggle beside you, resuming their unrefined dancing; now also singing their favourite lullaby in lieu of a songcord.

Sufficiently cooled off, you turn your head to your daughters to admire them in their silliness.

Your brow nits in slight confusion though, when you see them waving at something behind you, giggling all the while.

You turn around, curiosity in your eyes.

But the shoreline is just as empty as when you arrived.

---

Author's Notes: It was a private funeral dance 😢

[amazingmsme]

You Can’t Do This, I’m Old!

AN: Thus marks the end of my head start on tickletober lmao. This was so much fun to write! I hope we see more Fionna & Cake fics come out of the community, this show is amazing! Just some Simon & Marcy fluff with bonus bubbline, here’s day 7! Don’t expect the new fics to be as long as these last few have been. Enjoy!

Bubblegum and Marceline had been quietly giggling to themselves at the kitchen table while Simon occupied himself with an old documentary. It featured the animals of the old world, his world, before the fallout and magic turned them into fantastical monsters. Out of all the things he missed from his time, he had neglected to appreciate the mundane creatures. He regretted not giving them the proper attention while he had the chance, so his eyes were glued to the screen, doing a fairly good job of tuning out the loud conversation happening a few feet away.

Bubblegum held some kind of bright pink gun in her hands, fiddling with a knob on the side to change the setting to makeover. She aimed the device at her girlfriend and pulled the trigger.

Marceline coughed and sputtered as she waved away a cloud of smoke, looking down at her clothes and burst into loud laughter. Her ripped jeans and band t-shirt-turned-crop-top were replaced by a purple tube top and a hot pink tutu, complete with pink fishnets and heels.

"Oho man, I look like some rich tranch!" she exclaimed, reaching across the table to grab the gun. "My turn!"

Bubblegum jokingly tried to keep it out of reach before letting her yoink it from her grasp. Marceline took aim and fired, another bout of laughter overtaking her.

PB had been sporting a casual look, with shorts and a soft sweater, but now stood in a polka dot leotard and a rainbow wig.

"What the jam! Mine's way worse!" she cried, taking the gun back. Simon finally glanced over to see what all the fuss was about and smiled fondly before returning his attention to the screen. She held the  gun upside down and pulled the trigger once more, reverting their outfits back to normal. She looked at the settings listed on the side and chuckled to herself, blocking it with her hand as she turned the knob.

"Hey I wanna see!" Marceline craned her neck to read over her shoulder, but her view was effectively blocked. When she was done, she pointed the gun and pulled the trigger, this time conducting a scan. When seemingly nothing changed, but Bonnie was still giggling at the device, Marceline was more than skeptical.

"Okay, what did it do?" she asked, hand on her hip.

"C'mere, look!" Bubblegum waved her over to look at the small screen on the back of the device. Marceline shuffled over, resting her chin on Bonnie's shoulder to peer at the screen. It displayed a full view of Marceline in a T-pose, various parts of her body glowing different colors.

Marceline was about to ask just what the hell she was supposed to be looking at, when the words at the top of the screen caught her attention. They read: Tickle-O-Meter. She reeled back with a playful shout, shoving Bonnie's shoulder as she giggled.

"Whahat? I needed a leg up for our tickle fights! Now, I know aaaaall your seeeeecreeets!" she said in a mock spooky voice, wiggling her fingers threateningly.

"Wanna bet I still win?" Marcy challenged, leaning across the table with a smug smirk. Bubblegum blushed, too flustered to realize Marceline had stolen the gun and scanned her before she could stop her.

"Ooo interesting," Marceline drawled as she took in the information, keeping Bubblegum at bay with one hand and keeping their new toy out of reach with the other. She looked her up and down and smirked, snickering behind her hand.

"Your palms? Really dude?" she teased, snatching for her wrist. Bubblegum squealed and yanked her arm back protectively.

"Hey, it only got really bad after my candy powers came in!" she said defensively, a nervous smile playing at her lips.

"Aaaw, that's cute. Gimme," Marcy made another grab for her hand, this time being successful. Bubblegum was already giggling and weakly tugging on her arm. She couldn't stop the surprised snort that escaped as her girlfriend began scratching the center of her open hand. Bonnie's laugh was high pitched and joyous as she kicked her legs under the table, laying her head down on the smooth surface to hide her blushing face.

"Ohoho man, you're in trouble now. I don't think I'll ever let you live this down!" she taunted, going as far as to add an evil chuckle.

"Mahaharcy plehehease!" she begged through her laughter, smacking the table with her free hand, which Marceline promptly snatched up and switched targets.

"In a sec, can't ignore ol' lefty over there!" she laughed at her own joke, giving the same treatment to Bonnie's other hand.

The scene was sweet and domestic, and Simon loved nothing more than seeing Marceline be happy... but they could be rather loud. He didn't want to ruin their fun however, so he compensated by turning the volume up on the tv. The narrator's voice could just be heard over the sound of giddy shrieks and giggles as he settled back on the couch.

Marceline had let go of her hand, opting instead to kiss and nibble on Bubblegum's neck, leaving her thrashing around and cackling. She finally managed to shove her head away, sticking her tongue out as Marceline wore a smug grin.

"You're mean," Bonnie said, though the smile softened her words.

"Mmm, you like it when I'm mean," she shrugged. The princess just rolled her eyes, fondly shaking her head.

"Yeah yeah, keep telling yourself that," she quipped, eyes lighting up when she saw the pink gun still laying on the table. The quickly tapped Marcy to get her attention, pointing at the gun, then at Simon.

"Oo oo do him next!" she exclaimed in a loud whisper. The look of mischief that crossed Marceline's face was downright horrifying.

"Now why didn't I think of that?" she wondered aloud, lining up her "shot."

"Because I'm the genius," Bonnie piped up, smirking at the playful glare sent her way. She pulled the trigger, and within seconds a diagram of Simon appeared on the screen. Practically his entire body was lit up.

Neither girl could contain themselves.

Simon was really trying to pay attention to his show, but curiosity killed the cat, as they say.

"Okay I'll bite, what is so funny over there?" he asked, pausing the tv.

"Just this cool new gadget PB made. Here, check it out!" Marceline tossed him the gun, watching him fumble for a second before securing it in his hands. She floated over to the couch and set next to him, watching as he admired the sleek design.

"Fine craftsmanship as always," he complimented and Bonnie beamed with pride. It didn't take him long to notice the screen with his likeness on it. He squinted, leaning in. "Now that's funny, why am I all glowy like that?" Bubblegum barely stifled a laugh as she stood behind the couch.

Simon adjusted his glasses as he read, muttering the words to himself under his breath and cutting off abruptly. His posture was ramrod straight, and a blush was quickly spreading across his cheeks. Wordlessly, he handed the gun to Marcy with stiff, almost robotic movements and stood up to head to the bathroom.

If only luck would have it.

Marceline easily pulled him back down onto the couch, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to keep him in place.

"How come I never knew this about you?" she asked casually, too casually in Simon's humble opinion.

"Oh uh, I-I don't know. It was the apocalypse, we had more important things to worry about," he deflected the question.

"Yeah, but you still made sure I had plenty of time for fun and games. And I think I did ask, and you were super dodgy about it. Kinda like now," she teased, nudging him with her elbow. He scooted away and let out an annoyed huff.

"I know what you're talking about, and I was not being dodgy, I was totally going to answer but then an oozer came out of an alley and we got distracted!" he explained in a ramble.

"Excuse excuses," she said, grinning from ear to ear. Simon couldn't help but smile when he looked at her, and he rolled his eyes with a huff.

"Besides, I'm too old for that nonsense anyway."Hoping to end the discussion, he reached for the remote, but it wasn't on the arm of the couch where he had left it a second ago. "Wha-?" he looked around for it and froze when he saw Bubblegum staring down at him, remote in hand. It was just the distraction Marceline had needed to pounce.

"Too old for THIS?" Within an instant, Simon's face was smushed into the cushions as Marceline tackled him. She heard a low groan from under her.

"Yes! And I think I broke my nose on your brick of a couch," he mumbled into the red leather, making Marcy laugh.

She rolled him onto his back and checked his nose, which looked perfectly fine. "Nah, I think you're good." She said, resting her hands on his sides. The touch made him flinch, expecting a her to strike. Well, he didn't plan on sticking around for it to turn to that.

He was trying to crawl out from under Marceline when she tweaked his side, causing him to squeal and effectively stopping him in his tracks.

"Where ya goin' Simon?" she asked, and he could hear her smirk.

"To the bathroom, where there's a door and a lock," he sassed, still attempting to drag himself to safety.

"Woooow, so you're really not gonna let me test this out?" she spoke with a lower, more dejected tone than before. Simon furrowed his brows and stopped his struggling.

"Hey, what's with the long face?" he asked, growing concerned as he watched her lower lip start to tremble.

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "She's just trying to guilt trip you Simon-"

"Shh!" she cut her off in a harsh whisper before getting back in character. "Pleeeeeaaaase Simon?" she asked, batting her lashes. He pointedly looked away from her.

"No."

"Pleeeeeaaaaaase?" she begged louder, poking along his side. He barely held back a few snickers, batting at her hands as a blush spread across his face.

"Marcy!" he "scolded," hiding a growing smile behind his hand.

"Come on, you have to let me! You never laugh anymore," she justified her case, causing him to turn a few shades darker and stumble for an answer.

"Wha- no! That's not true, I laugh all the time!" he argued.

"Oh yeah? When's the last time you laughed then?" she challenged. He opened his mouth to answer, but promptly shut it as he thought about the question. He crossed his arms and looked away, a smart remark on his tongue.

"Well I don't keep track." Marceline scoffed and Bonnie chuckled, knowing he just sealed his fate.

It was the last coherent thing he said.

He had no hope of holding back the shriek he made when Marceline squeezed his hips, nor the giggles when she continued up his sides.

"Mahaharcy wahahait!" he cried, wrapping his arms around his stomach and sides tightly. To his surprise, she stopped.

"Okay."

Simon stared at her in shock and apprehension. "Wha-?"

"You said to wait. So, what am I waiting for, exactly?" she asked, smugness creeping into her voice.

"You're really gonna do this to a poor, old man like me?" he asked, trying to pull a reverse on the guilt trip from earlier. He wasn't nearly as good as Marceline.

"Mm, technically you're not that old," she said, eyeing him with an evil smile. "So I think you're fair game." She loomed over him, hands poised and ready to strike. Simon jerked back with a squeak that sent both girls giggling. He couldn't remember the last time he blushed this much.

He grabbed a pillow from behind and buried his face in it, flopping back on the couch in a tight ball. "If you're gonna kill me, just do it already."

"Well, you heard him," Bonnie teased, and Simon scoffed from behind the fabric.

"Hold on," Marcy took advantage of Simon's ball form and picked him up, setting him on the floor. Simon leered over the top of the pillow at her, clearly disgruntled. "What? Just thought it'd be more comfortable."

"More like I'm easier prey," he snarked, a small prideful smile finding his lips when the retort made Marceline crack up.

"Ohoho man Simon, you know me too well!" she teased, scribbling her fingers over her sides and tummy. He tried to choke back his giggles, but they bubbled to the surface and broke through the dam.

She poked sporadically all over his belly, and he was a jittery mess of nerves and and laughter. At first he tried to keep up and block her roaming hands, but she proved to be too quick and he resigned himself to his fate, focusing his efforts on muffling his laughter and hiding his red face.

"Aw, don't hide! That smile is just as rare as your laugh!" An indignant cry sounded from behind the pillow.

"Thahat's not true!"

"Sure it is!" she chirped, pinching up his ribs. He snorted, deep chuckles pitching higher until they morphed into shrill snickers and shrieks. His legs kicked out uselessly, catching PB's attention.

"I think you could use a hand... or foot!" she joked, holding Simon's feet in the air as she caught them in a headlock. He shrieked and tugged on his trapped legs, curling up on his side and resembling a shrimp.

"NO! Princess, you dohohon't hahave to play alohohong!" he pleaded through helpless giggles. Marceline flashed a downright sinister grin, one that her girlfriend shared.

"Oho so it is a game to you!" Marcy teased, scribbling her sharp nails across his tummy, wiggling a finger inside his bellybutton. Simon positively shrieked and arched his back, cackling at the top of his lungs when Bonnie joined in, scratching along his arches.

"N-nohohot what I mehehehahant!" he whined, but he had to admit, it felt kind of good to laugh like this. And it was nice that Marcy was the one making him laugh: that she wanted to. And it would seem as though their resident evil scientist was also rather interested at the task at hand, judging by the way she targeted different pressure points on his feet. He snorted each time she pressed and wiggled her thumbs on a new spot, feet curling at the touch.

"Well I remember a game you used to play with me all the time," she said, mischief seeping into her words. She gave him a quick breather, which he was more than grateful for. He laid his head back against the floor, eyes closed as his chest rose and fell heavily before evening out. When he opened his eyes again, he really wished he hadn't, and shut them with a squeak.

She had been wiggling her fingers mere inches from his body, and chose that moment to strike. She dove for his ribs, kneading between the bones and sending him into a fit of babbling cackles.

Simon felt more flustered than he's ever been and thought for sure they were going to kill him, but he couldn't find it in himself to hate this. Marcy had been right, he really didn't laugh like he used to, and his smile was much rarer nowadays... Maybe he really did need this, not that he'd admit it out loud. His stubborn nature won't allow it.

Thankfully, they didn't carry on too much longer, granting mercy when his laugh turned silent and wheezy. Bonnie let go of his legs and crawled over to sit by him, but Marcy remained in his lap.

He was red faced, tears of laughter sparkling in his eyes and glasses askew on his face, but he was smiling more than Marceline had ever seen.

"Whoa, I didn't know you had dimples!" she exclaimed. Simon touched his cheek, surprised.

"Heh, you're right. Y'know, I actually forgot I had them."

"Well that's what happens when you don't smile," she teased cheekily with a shrug. He scoffed, rolling his eyes and gave her a light shove. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck in a crushing hug. He let out a noise of surprise before returning the hug with a warm smile.

"Well I'm glad you had your fun," he said in a playfully condescending tone.

"Oh whatever! I know you had fun Simon."

Simon opened his mouth to protest, but stopped himself short. He wasn't very fond of lying.

[flimflamfandom]

Out, Damned Spot! Out I Say!

WARNING: Graphic depictions of violence, body horror, and intense imagery involving fire and blood.

-

Calvin trembled and shook. He looked at his hands.

He washed them a third, then a fourth, then a fifth, then a sixth, then-

"Calvin?"

-

Calvin turned around, his eyes wild, his breaths sharp. It was Rocky. "Heeeey, ol' Freck, how're you feeling?" He spoke calmly. "You alri-"

"Get back...get...get back!" Calvin stammered as he collapsed onto the wall, making himself smaller. Rocky stayed put.

"You're gonna be okay, Calvin. Just a bit...too much time with the guns, nothing to worry about. We can make it aaaaall better."

Calvin knew he was speaking. But all he seemed to see was blood, stuck matted to his fur, and a screaming voice in the back of his head - Ivy's screams. he hadn't seen her since he-

"Would you like to come ho-"

"NO!" He shouted. "No, I...I can't." He huffed.

"What about your apartment?" Rocky asked.

"...is it empty?"

"No one's there. Ivy's...in her dorm."

"...are you sure?"

"Positive." Rocky nodded.

"...okay. I'll go." Calvin walked slowly out the door of the restaurant with Rocky...and up the stairs, Mitzi sighed and closed her door.

-

Mitzi slid down the door after shutting it, and looked over to her couch. Ivy was there, tears in her eyes, as Elsa Arbogast worked on her arm. "It's superficial," she said, "you'll be just fine. You'll need to wear that bandage, and don't you let me hear about you drinking with it on. Thins the blood."

"Okay..." Ivy looked at it, and sighed. She pulled her knees to her chest and let her bad arm hang loose by her side. She let her head fall to her knees, as Mitzi walked over.

"You alright, little girl?" Mitzi asked.

"I'm okay..."

"Still scared?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well. You know Calvin better than any of us...he'll be bad for a few days, but he'll get used to the single life again."

Ivy blinked. "...what?"

"...The single life. You ARE dumping the boy after this, aren't y-"

"NO." Ivy looked horrified. She let her eyes dart across the room this way and that, stammering for words. "I can't...I don't want-...this was a mistake! I was standing in the wrong place and...this isn't a pattern or anything, Mitzi, he's not-"

"He kept on shooting. No d-...no god daughter of mine is gonna be running around with someone like that!"

"It's not...but-" Ivy looked on the verge of tears, "he's not dragging me around and beating me, Mitzi, he's a good man, he just...he gets this way and-"

"Ivy Pepper you KNOW that's-"

"LET'S. Just. Take some deep breaths." Elsa stood between them, and held her hands in front of her, gesturing for them both to stop. "...We can discuss this tomorrow morning, but there's no doing anything about it tonight. Too tired and emotional."

"...she's right." Mitzi said. "I'm sorry I yelled." Mitzi walked out of the room, leaving Elsa and Ivy alone.

-

Calvin stared out his window. He looked at his book - a big book of letters. He looked at the waste paper basket full of manuscripts and letters, and the package he'd gotten from the publisher. He didn't want to open it just yet. He sighed and tried to lay down, having ripped off his shirt in the heat of his anger and the humid air. He looked up at the ceiling now, and then at his hands...still wet.

"Calvin! Calvin no!" He heard her again. He heard her pained scream, the clack of her heels, the sound of her body slumping to the ground, the loud cracks of the gun still going off.

He didn't know where she was. He didn't know if she was alive. He was horrified. He clutched his pillow.

"You've killed her." A voice said, in the back of his head. "And now you're alone. Again, alone. And always, alone."

"...that's not true, I-"

"Who of them would look upon you?" The voice got louder. "Who would dare smile at the man who killed the heir!?"

"No, no, it...no!"

He turned away from the window, to see the figure with the voice - It was himself, covered in flame, with raw teeth and bloody gums, laughing maniacally, holding a burning, bullet filled body.

Ivy's body.

"You're not real...you're not...you're NOT REAL-"

"Of COURSE I am! Don't you know where your soul belongs?" The thing stepped closer to the bed, leaving bloody footprints. He tossed the limp body of Ivy aside, and took Calvin's shoulders. Calvin felt his shoulders burning, and tried to get away. "But you'll be at home, my child..." The head got closer and closer,

"You're one of MINE." The head grew horns, and the pupils became slits, as the figure laughed, with a laugh like a thousand laughs at once. Calvin screamed. He got out of the bed, and fell to the floor. He looked at his hands.

They were clean...he was clean...he was safe...

He sobbed.

-

Ivy wasn't going to her dorm.

She was too tired, too hurt, too...too a lot of things. She sat on the couch, and looked at the rest of the room. The phone began to ring. She huffed and fought her way up, getting to the phone, and answering. "Hello?"

"Ivy? You're still there?" It was Mitzi.

"I'm spending the night. I'm not walking all the way back on this foot...it's Saturday anyhow."

"Oh, dear...I was hoping I'd get Viktor, but I must've misspoke to the operator and-" She paused.

"...I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I suppose I got a little defensive." Mitzi said. "I'm not about to control your love life, that would be a bit ridiculous."

"It's...it's okay. You're right to be concerned, but I promise you, I PROMISE you, this...this was a fluke." Ivy began to tear up. "I mean, he would never, EVER-"

"I know, sugar, I know...while I have you, how are you feeling?"

"Well, y'know." Ivy remarked. "Just got shot. Otherwise I'm feelin' pretty good." The sarcasm - and pain - was clear in her voice. "Atwater Kent Hour's on."

"Who's singin'?"

"Sofia Charlebois. I dunno what, though. I bet Lacy could tell us."

"Bet she could." Mitzi laughed a little over the phone. "Well, I was just about to get headed for bed...Wick and I have had long ones."

"How's Wick?"

"He's fine. He's awful busy these days. He sends his regards...well, he used more choice words than that when I told him what happened."

"What'd he say?"

"Jesus Christ on the Third Day, I'll kill that boy!"

Ivy laughed. "He's never short of odd sayings, is he?" Ivy sat with a grunt. "He doesn't...he doesn't MEAN that, does he?"

"What? No, no, of course not." Mitzi said. "He would never..." Mitzi spoke softly.

"Sorry we're all a bit...reactionary. You're just our girl, and we love you and we want you safe." Mitzi said. "That's all...we'll be reasonable about this tomorrow."

"Alright."

As she hung up the phone, Ivy thought up stories to tell the girls. "...I was caught in a shootout. I was almost killed when Calvin jumped in front of me and pushed me away, but he got hurt in the process! ...no. Too dramatic. THAT'LL never happen." She giggled. "...the shootout idea works. I can...I can leave Calvin out of it...Calvin..."

Ivy tried to diual him. She got no answer. She sat there, with the office light out, hearing the clock, the heft of her own breathing, and the wind outside.

She held a throw pillow, and clutched it close to her with her good arm. She kissed it a little.

"I hope you felt that, Calvin." She said.

"I hope you're okay..."

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

The Big L

Summary: Lila comes home to an interesting surprise.

"Illy, I'm home," Lila called out.

"Lil! Come quihick!"

The tall blond paused. "Everything okay?"

"You have to see this!"

Lila cautiously made her way toward Lilly's room. She could her the giggles in her roommate's comments, but had no idea what to expect when she rounded the corner.

Lila paused outside the door. "Illy?"

"Hurry Lil! Hehe's gonna get mehe!"

The tall blonde jumped into Lilly's room. "What---!"

When Lila finally saw her roommate, she had to chuckle.

Lilly had her ankles tied to the foot of the bed with her arms handcuffed the headboard. Her upper body was stretched out over a pillow and a crop top had her tummy on full display. Lilly wiggled her bare toes and grinned at Lila.

Meanwhile, the tall blonde leaned against the doorframe. "Well well well, what have we here?"

"Thank goodness you're here Lil!" The tiny woman pointed toward her windows. "He's trying toho gehet mehe!"

"He's trying to get you?"

"Yes!"

Lila moved closer to the bed. "From the closed bedroom window?"

"Hehe's shaking ihit!"

"Of a 5th story apartmehent?"

"Yehes!"

"My goodness, he must behe Spiderman."

Lilly shook her head.

Lila cracked a smile. "He's not?"

"Noho. I can't believe you dohont remehemember hihim!"

"Hmm. Whoever this villain is, he certainly sounds familiar. But Ihi cahan't remember his name."

"Ihit's Big L!"

"Ohhh." Lila walked two fingers along her roommate's exposed tummy. "So Big L got you ahall tied up like this?"

Lilly's giggles picked up. "Yehehes."

Lila started drawing circles around Lily's belly button. "But he doesn't seem to hahave taken anyhything."

"Eep! Yehes hehe dihid!"

"Well what dihid he tahake?"

"Myhy afternohoon!" Lilly pouted through her giggles. "Ihi havehen't beheen ahable toho focuhus ohon anyhythihing wihith him aharohound!"

"Awww." Lila was slowly spiraling closer and closer to Lilly's belly button. "Poor Illy."

More and more giggles started pouring out of Lilly's mouth. "Yohou neheed toho gehet rihid ohof hihim!"

"I doho?"

"Yehes!"

Lila dragged her hand away. "But what if Ihi don't want toho stop hihim?"

Lilly pouted. "Then yohou wohould be aha horrible roommahate!"

"Oh?" Lila placed her finger on top of her roommate's belly button. "Just thehe wohorst in the entire world?"

Lilly squeaked then dissolved into giggles. "Yehes!"

Lila's finger didn't flinch as she grinned down at her roommate. "And Ihi wouldn't want toho be that would Ihi?"

"Nohope! Yohou wahant toho behe thehe behest!"

Every so slowly, the taller blonde started to swirl her finger inside of Lilly's belly button while never breaking eye contact. "Buhut do Ihi reeeeally?"

"Ehehehee! Yehes!"

Lila purposefully kept up the slow swirl. "But what if Ihi just want toho sit here ahand go around and aharound and around this cute little button instehead?"

Lilly whined through her giggles. "Lihil! Pleheahehease!"

"Please what Illy?"

"Ticklehel mehehehe!"

"Awww, ihis that thehe only way to get rid of thehe bihig L?"

"Yehes! Plehease!"

"Awww." Immediately, Lila dropped the slow motions and started moving her finger rapidly around in Lilly's belly button. "Well if you insist."

A loud squeal left Lilly's mouth as she dissolved into laughter.

"Soooo, what spots has Big Lehel beheen bothering you wihith todahay?"

"AHALL OHOF THEM!"

"All of them?"

"YEHES!"

"Every single last one?"

"YEHEHES!"

"Frohom yohour head to yohour toes?"

"YEEEEEEHES!"

"Well then." Lila switched her hand to claw and shook it into different spots all over Lilly's tummy. "Wehe hahave a loooot of ground toho coveher."

Lilly cackled her head off as she tugged on her wrists.

"Wish you wouldn't hahave uhused my spare cuffs huhuh?"

Lilly shook her head.

"You don't?" Lila moved to wiggle a finger into each of her roommate's armpits. "Buhut nohow you can't protehect your armpihits?"

Lilly squirmed as much as she could.

"Now my fingers can wiggle and wiggle and wiggle aaaaall over these ticklish little pitties without any arms to stop them."

A snort slipped out of Lilly from all of her loud laughter.

"My goodness! We have a little piggy on our hands."

"SHUHUT *snort* UHUP!"

"Aww, are my teases too tickly for the little piggy Lee?" Lila spider her fingers up to Lilly's neck and ears instead. "Ahare you juhust soho tickly?"

"Eep!" Lilly turtled. "Yehes!"

"My my my." Lila moved closer to blow a raspberry into Lilly's neck.

"NAAAAH!"

Lila moved to blow one on the other side. "Ahare thehe berries getting yohour neheck now?"

"SQUEEEE!"

Lila moved closer to Lilly's ear to blow one there. "They just don't want to leave yohou ahalone, doho they?"

"EEEEEK!"

The taller blonde then moved back to blow one on the other ear. "They just keep getting you and getting you and getting you."

"NOEEEEEH!"

Lila pulled back to grin at the giggling face of her roommate. "You lohook lihike you're having thehe time ohof your life."

Lilly shook her head.

"You're not?"

Lilly shook her head again.

Lila wiggled one singular finger on both sets of ribs. "Then I muhust behe tickling the wrong spohots, hm?"

"Yohoure mihissihing soho manyhy."

"I am?" Another finger joined each side. "How careless of me!"

Lilly's giggles were bubbling up again.

"Yohoure soho tiny." A third finger joined each side. "Theheyre so easy to miss!"

"Nohoho! Yohoure soho mehean!"

A fourth finger on each side. "For pointing ohout thehe obvious?"

"Yehes! Soho mehean!"

When Lila's fifth fingers were raised, she immediately dug up and down Lilly's ribs. "Thehen Ihi should do ihit mohore often."

"AH! NAAAAAAH!"

"What's wrong? Ahare thehese ribs soho tihickly?"

"YEHES!"

"Awww." Lila leaned forward. "Thehen ihits going to be awful whehen Ihi snack on them!"

Lila broke back into cackles as Lila began nibbling along her ribs. She began laughing so hard that she couldn't form any words to plead with her roommate.

"Wohow." Lila pulled back. "Shehe's speechless."

"Yohou . . . Yohoure soho m-mehean!"

"I'm so meeeean?"

"Yeheah."

"Awww." Lila spidered along Lilly's hips. "But you know you love iiiit."

"Squeak!"

Lila would tickle only one hip before jumping and tickling the other one on it's own. "If I wehere nihice, yohou wouldn't want me to tickle yohou ahas often."

Lilly kept twitching her hips side to side as Lila tickled back and forth.

The taller blonde then spidered down her hips to her thighs and knees. "I hope I haven't missed ahanyhy ohother spooots. You're so teeny tiny itty-bitty."

Lilly giggled. "Noho! Ihim ahaverahage!"

"But Ihi cahan pick you uhup over one shouldeher."

"Behecauhause yohoure aha behemohoth!"

"Rude!" Lila spidered under her knees. "Ahand after I took on Bihig Lehel for you."

"Squee! Tohoo bahad!"

The taller blonde lifted her hands and made two pincers. "Guess ihits tihime for the toesies buhug."

Lilly's eyes widened as Lila's pincers moved down to her feet.

"I'm a little toesie bug, tohoesie buhug, toesie bug!"

"Noho! No no no!"

"I'm a little toesie bug."

"Nohot myhy tohohoes!"

"And I!"

"Plehease!

"Love!"

"Lihil!"

Immediately, the taller blonde's pincers began attacking Lilly's toes. "Toesies!"

"NAAAAH!"

"Omnomnomnom! Mr. Toesie bug lohoves nihibblihing on ticklish tohoesihies!"

"AHHH! TOESIE BUHUG!"

"Hmmm." Lila moved to spider around Lilly's foot. "How dohoes thehe rest of your foot tahaste?"

Lilly squealed and tugged on her feet as she cackled at the top of her lungs. Her toes curled as she tried to fight the ticklish feeling.

Lila paused as she let Lilly catch her breath. "Ihis Bihig Lehel gone?"

"Whehew! Mahaybe."

The taller blonde sat down next to her. "Wow. Hehe's in a stubborn mohood tonihight."

"Yeheah! Juhust horrihible!"

"Oh my goodness." Lila leaned forward. "What to do? What to do?"

"Eek!"

Lila paused an inch above Lilly's tummy.

"Lihil!"

The taller blonde took a deep breath.

"Eep!"

Lila placed her lips on Lilly's tummy.

"Ah! Juhust doho ihit!"

However, instead of blowing a raspberry, Lila blew a stream of air across her belly and belly button.

"NahahAHHHH!"

Then the taller blonde took another deep breath and placed her lips back on Lilly's tummy.

"Dohont yohou dahare!"

And then Lila blew another stream of air across Lilly's tummy and belly button.

"NaaaaAAAAAH! JERK!"

"Whaaaat?" The taller blonde started drawing figure eights with her finger on Lilly's tummy. "I thohought Ihi wahas being nicer."

The smaller woman whined.

"Aww, does the itty-bitty Lee want berries blown all over heher bellyhy?"

"Yehes!"

"But whyyyy?"

"Becahause ihit ticklehels soho muhuch whehen yohou dohont!"

Lila leaned forward. "It doeeees?"

"Yeheeee!

The taller blonde leaned a little closer. "Ahare yohou reeeeallyhy suhure?"

"YeheEEES! NAAAAAH!"

While Lilly had been distracted by the teasing, Lila had pulled in a big deep breath and blew a bunch of raspberries across Lilly's tummy.

"NAAAhaha! PleheEEEEASE! Lihil!"

"I thohought yohou wanted thehe berrihies?"

Lilly giggled up at Lila.

Lila smirked. "Yohou knohow, I have the keys to your little bonds."

Lilly's eyes widened.

The taller blonde poked her fingers up the smaller woman's tummy. "I cooooould keep you hehere aaaall night."

Lilly grinned. "Yohou wouldnhn't!"

Lila leaned even closer. "Oh, but I would."

Lilly whined. "Lihil!'

"Ahaw, sillyhy Ihilly."

All of a sudden, the smaller woman's stomach growled.

Lila pulled back. "Have you eaten today!"

Lilly blushed. "Ohoops!"

The taller blonde immediately got her out of the bonds. "Yeah no, come ohon."

"Awwww!"

"No aw about it!" Lila pulled her to the kitchen. "Tickles are not a nutritional substitute!"

Ever the dramatic, Lilly placed a hand to her forehead. "Buhut Ihi would die without thehem!"

Lila rolled her eyes as she playfully nudged Lilly toward the kitchen bar. "I'm making Cajun Chicken Alfredo."

Lilly perked up. "Oo! With garlic bread?"

"Ihif wehe have the ingredihients."

"Yes!" The smaller woman immediately checked the fridge.

Lila shook her head fondly. She didn't know what she'd do without that little roomie of hers, but she knew it would be a pretty boring life.

[ultfan]

@anticutes sent in:

she clasps her hands behind her back, staring out into the horizon of jabberwock island. it suggests endlessness, that there's a world far beyond this place- but she knows it's all a lie. there's no way the remnants would ever get off this island, just like there's no way junko enoshima has come back from the dead. but she's here, and she stores the memories of the real junko and the real cast, and she remembers them almost as vividly as the real one would.

" you used to be soooo different, " she sings, bumping her shoulder into his. " the old you was, like, aaaaall over me! you wouldn't ever leave me alone- talking about eating me or killing me or becoming one with me. that's how lovey-dovey you were! "

she rests her head against her arm, exhaling.

" now you're all oscar the grouch. so boring. " no, that's a lie. she's not bored of him. how could she be? even after his death, he's never failed to pique her interest. " well, i guess i can love this side of you too, komaeda-senpai. "

                     ‶  huh?  ″ annoyed from the second she opens her mouth, looking down upon her as she bumps against his shoulder. he doesn't care about what she has to say, but he doesn't really have a choice but to listen. his remaining consciousness in this program was... strange. he can't help but wonder if this is the him that died not long ago — or if he is merely the remnants of his own memories trapped within the the code. it doesn't matter... there's no getting out of here. so maybe this could be considered his afterlife.

                     it's certainly more hell than heaven.

                     he frowns at her words, rolling his eyes. he wants to say he doubts it — that it sounds ridiculous he would ever do such a thing. but he read those files. he knew how far all of them had fallen. but he's overcome that now. he alone has become the ultimate hope, the one destined to take her down. as long as his luck works in his favor he should be successful.

                     ‶  just spare me.  ″ he doesn't care for her to love any side of him. to komaeda her voice is like nails on a chalkboard, her entire presence was unpleasant to be around. she was irritating him with her pointless words. those memories of his are long gone — her claims mean nothing to him. and he has a feeling she's only bringing this up to get a reaction out of him. yeah, well, nothing will beat his initial enlightenment.

                     he lifts up his left hand, looking down at it for a moment. he did that? ——— he doesn't want to believe something so absurd. but he had no choice. because if everything written in that file is true... he couldn't allow anything out of this program. he doesn't know the specifics, but he's sure she's going to use the graduation program as a way to get out of here. the remnants gave up their minds, bodies, and souls to her. if one of them uploaded this virius... then they probably intended to take that to the next level.

                     this corrupted rehabilitation program was likely going to replace their living consciousnesses with their in-simulation ones. which means it has the potential to override their personalities. — side eyeing the avatar of junko, he can't help but narrow his eyes at her. he sees straight through her.

                     the hand drops, arms crossed, gaze averted. how did she get him to stoop so low...? what did she do to him...? it baffles him that he could ever fully commit to the side of despair. he had to have been doing it for the sake of hope. he had to have been. otherwise... how does that make any sense?

                     ‶  i mean — me? love someone like you?  ″ a puff of laughter exists his mouth. ridiculous. it's so ridiculously absurd. a kindergartener could come up with a more convincing story than that.  ‶  don't make me laugh.  ″

[epitomees]

Akira wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, leaving many kisses on her cheek. Today was a special day he was looking forward to all week and he didn't want to release her anytime soon.

"I hope you don't have any plans today because you're all mine, birthday girl. We've got places to be. I got us tickets to the newest Like a Yakuza movie. I also got you a Buchimaru diary, and I'll be paying for all of our meals.~"

He wanted to spoil her. With a lot of private attention that would come later.

"So, what do you say?" He took her hand in his. "Ready to have another amazing birthday?"

There's not many options in guessing the person currently embracing the brunette. Not any of her friends, albeit Ryuji, and certainly not her sister either. No, the answer was unanimous, as if hearing his voice or feeling his tender lips on her cheek didn't give it away.

"Mmmhmm...you think just because you have my heart, means you get to say I'm aaaaall yours for today~?" Playful tones greeted the sneaky boy, and although her position didn't provide the desired return affection she settled for a quick kiss on his own cheek. And one on his neck too. "Well it must be your lucky day as well, my love~. It just so happens I don't have many plans for today." She chuckled, keeping her own hands gripped around Akira's. "Funny how I don't seem to have any dinners, studying, or other responsibilities to take care of today, of all days."

Akira always held surprises up his sleeves. Makoto learned this fact well, both by observing his behavior in the Metaverse and outside during their hangouts. Birthdays were no different, Makoto's especially. His little unplanned antics made their time together all the more exciting. It thrilled her to have a day completely dedicated to not just herself, but time spent together with Akira. Intimately, too.

"Hang on! No way...you can't be serious about paying for all my meals!" That's it! There's his cheeky personality shining through that charming smile! No use backing down now. "You know that only encourages me to get more than I necessarily ever would on our usual outings." His lose, her gain.

They hadn't left and yet Makoto called this day a huge success. Her smile grew brighter, her laughter more light-hearted, and it's all because of Akira. It amazed her how he drew out the warmth and beauty held deep inside. He changed her. There's no words that could amount to the genuine thankfulness she held in her heart for everything Akira did.

But Makoto could love him to the fullest in order to show it.

Crimson eyes eagerly gazed into soft grey irises staring lovingly at her. Adoration, tenderness, she saw it all. In threading their fingers together, Makoto squeezed their palms briefly and locked her soft lips in a kiss with Akira. "...I'm ready....to spend it all with you, my love..."

[berrymoos]

everyone talks about little robin+little steve duo but what about little robin and little eddie!?

they would constantly compare who has the best caregiver which would end in tears(usually eddie since he’s smaller) and nance and steve would have to tell them they’re both good:>

always getting into something whether it be the cookie jar robin’s set on opening or the baby powder eddie found in the bathroom(he may or may not came downstairs with white hair that he swore to god was snow) (>▽<)

robin and eddie are always getting told off because robin really enjoys chewing on her sleeves and eddie really likes his hair in his mouth but they still do it anyways because they know they run the house when they’re little o(*≧▽≦)ツ

when they’re napping instead of pillows they use each other and sleep in the most awkward positions(steve once walked in on them sleeping on the floor, all scrambled together with no blankets, just stuffies)

robin taught eddie how to master the puppy dog eyes because steve is weak to them:) now eddie has way too many band tees and a lot of stuffies in his room

i feel like eddie has a weak immune system and when he’s too under the weather to play robin will practically drag nancy to steve’s house so she can be “the bestest nurse ever” and make him feel better（´v｀）

robin plays with eddie’s hair while he rambles on and on about dnd:>

i hc that robin has a shellfish allergy and she came over while he and steve were eating shrimp and he felt bad so he made her a peanut butter sandwich so she wouldn’t feel left out<3

robin and eddie play in the family video break room when she’s having a bad day

thanks for listening *bows*

Oh. My. GOD. BEST THING TO WAKE UP TO THANK YOU SO BERY MUCH (≧∇≦)/

🍦🎸 HDVAHDHSHS AWWWW o(TヘTo) くぅ they're going back & forth comparing difference (& lowkey miniscule things) about their cgs & robin sassily goes "well nancy gets me ice cream aaaaall the time!" — she got her ice cream three times that week, each for a different reason — which gets eddie rlly sad bc :(( he likes ice cream too :(( steve hasn't gotten him ice cream in a while :(( & he just bursts into tears 😭 now nancy has gotta tell him how many times robin actually gets ice cream usually, why she got so much in particular that week, & steve's promising to take him out to get ice cream tomorrow

🍦🎸 HELROWJEEELDO the cookie jar & baby powder incident happened in the same day at the same time. nance & steve leave them to their own devices for one second for WHATEVER reason, & they come back to see cookie crumbs on robin's cheeks ("i thought i hid that!") & baby powder sprinkled all over the bathroom ("there's no way you thought that was snow little bud, we use that powder for you!") and all they do is giggle

🍦🎸 u got that right, they definitely run that house (๑˃̵　ᴗ　˂̵)و they try giving them little chewlery toys & a few pacis, but they aaalllways gravitate to their sleeves & hair again. sometimes eddie will literally spit his paci out as soon as it hits his mouth & goes right back to chewing his hair. nance & steve lowkey find that super disgusting & if ANYTHING, they prefer him sucking his thumb ... but this is eddie munson we're talking about, ofc he chews his hair instead of sucking his thumb!! 💀

🍦🎸 that's the cutest thing ever what the heeeeck ≧﹏≦ in most cases it starts with eddie laying curled up next to robin while she kinda has him in a gentle yet protective hold ... then about 15 minutes go by, nancy goes to check on them, & they're SPRAWLED out on the bed. blanket is gone, their stuffies are all over them, they're all over each other — like robin has her leg on eddie's tummy, but eddie's hand is covering her face while his stuffed dragon is laying across his forehead & robin's swift heart teddy is clutched in her arms. nancy just shakes her head in that fond parent manner & recloses the door: "they're even a mess in their sleep."

🍦🎸 YEEEESSSS bc robin has the puppy dog eyes down PAT & eddie is rlly curious as to how she makes steve cave in so easily to her getting an extra cookie after lunchtime!! so she pulls him aside, makes sure nobody is listening, & tells him all about her weapon; the puppy dog eyes. after a bit of training, eddie runs to steve for a bit of "practice", as robin called it, & asks for a new metallica t-shirt! steve goes "eddie, you have like 60 of them...?" & BAM. puppy dog eyes in action. steve KNOWS what's happening & he KNOWS who taught him such ways, so he's able to stand up to it ... for about 35 seconds b4 he caves in: "we can go shopping for it later today, buddy..."

🍦🎸 WAAAAAAA ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ eddie hates how easy it is for him to get sick in general, but being sick while he's regressed is simply horrible! but with robin & nancy being there ... eddie will need a water & robin falls off the bed going to get it for him. he'll want his bat stuffie so robin catapults in its direction to retrieve it. not once does steve ever rlly need to move eddie from his arms to get something & nancy doesn't even get a chance to lift a finger bc robin is ON it!! she'll use igor & firestarter (the names of ed's bat stuffie & dragon stuffie) to put on plushie stories for him, she'll cut on the tv to find a nice movie ... eddie doesn't like being sick, but with robin, steve, & nancy? it's a little more bearable (*´˘`*)♡

🍦🎸 (((o(♡´▽`♡)o))) steve helps eddie with the pb&j sandwich (after they washed their hands, ofc ;~]) & even tho robin wasn't small at the moment & rlly wasn't bothered by them eating shrimp w/o her, she couldn't say no to eddie going "don't wan you to be lef out :((", gratefully took the sandwich & ate it .. & holy heck was that sandwich good askkdkajs

🍦🎸 i feel like they have an emergency set of toys back there if either one of them feels down in the dumps & needs a moment to regress. steve always notices when she's upset – whether it's abt something else or it's just been a grueling few hours – & sends her in the break room, even if there are customers still coming & going. eddie swings by (like usual), & he's like "is robin not here today?" so steve also sends him to the back & voila; there she is, playing with their toys. eddie ofc joins her so that way she won't be lonely, & later on when steve gets the chance, he goes in the back to see them giggling while they play ... some kind of game he doesn't understand, & doesn't rlly think he ever will bc the rules are ever changing. really, he's just glad robin is feeling better˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙

🍦🎸 ^^ eddie will also swing by family video if he's not feeling too good himself. he'll come by, & robin n steve can see it all over his face, so robin brings him to the break room so she can work on making him feel more like himself :~]

(I AM ALWAYS WILLING TO LISTEN TO THESE MY FRIEND, THANK U FOR GIFTING ME WITH THESE WONDERFUL HCS <33)

[luciadiosa]

Betrothed to Another

Part 3

Part 2

With a strong Pull you struggel to your right of the street your walking. The dark creature takes your hand and pulls you with it. You laugh.

He often pulls you in dark corners to frighten you. At first it did frighten you and you defend yourself. After a while you know it is Camilo. It wasn't the first time running through the little alleys.

__________

Past:

You were walking down the main road. A book in your hand. With suprise on your face you got pulled into the alley of high houses. In the shadow and the little space you were covered.

The cold wall in your back, you gasps. The person lays his hand on your mouth. "No screams", it grunts. You push it backwards against the other wall. The person shapeshifts back to Camilo.

"Ouch." Rubbing his back head.

You take a deep breath.

"Dios Mio Camilo! Stop that!" you frown.

He lays again his hand on your mouth. standing in front of you. Your heart beats as you looks in his hazel eyes. You can almost feel his breath on your skin.

"No. Danger is waiting in the darkness"

He grins and takes your hand to pull you with him.

It wasn't the first time and not the last time. After a long time you get used to it and he didn't even shapeshift. He just took you as Camilo himself. To run with you through the alleys. Laughing. Without big conversations. Till you seperated on the main way like you are strangers. He likes to tease you.

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Present:

"Alright. You got me. Now take aaaaall my money. I am so helpless! " you laugh and pretens to faint.

The person stops and takes a step to you.

"I don't robber you! Well just for a talk!" A grin come to the well known face.

You nearly are dissapointed.

"Always, Mirabel. But you know you didn't have to kidnapp me for it" you answer.

Your friend hooks in your arm.

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You sit together on a roof of casita. Your eyes at the small town. The lights fills up the darkness of the night.

"Y/N? What is the matter? You look sad" Mirabel notices.

You lower your gaze. "Maybe i am. I am not sure."

"About what?"

"The wedding." You sigh. That one moment at the party got you confused. He didn't stop and you didn't push him back.

"Oh but you always seemed so sure about it and your love. What happened?" Mirabel asks.

No answer.

"Y/N"

Again no reaction. You just lay down and watch the stars. In Mirabels face can be seen how she put one to one.

"He didn't fixed your earring"

"No"

"Dios Mio. I kill him, i swear. "

"I might like Camilo a lot. I don't know if the marriage is a mistake."

She looks at you and she believes you likes him more then usual.

"You loves Hernandez und he loves you. Will you risk it for a crush you had years ago? You know Camilo and how he teases people.......You can ask bruno if you want a hint."

You sit up, breath and then stand up. "No"

"Why you won't ask Bruno?" she says in singing.

"No, no, No" you catch up the melody.

A short look to your friend, you climb into the window on the first floor and leave her behind.

"But why you won't ask bruno?" Mirabel shouts singing after you.

"Because i am afraid to know." you whisper singing.

_________

Mirabel sits down on the table.

"Morning"

She looks to her cousin Dolores who pierce her with her eyes. While her baby trying to reach the spoon she offers it.

Mirabel chuckles.

"You had a nice chat with Y/N yesterday evening?" she begins.

Camilo looks up as he hears your name. You were here and he didn't noticed it? He could have a chance to see you.

Oh no. she heard every word. Mirabel tries to cover it. "Yeah. Quiet nice."

"What are you talking about?", he asks.

Dolores wants to start but Mirabel punch her lightly against the leg. "Oh nothing special."

Dolores let put a high note of her hm as she felt the pain. Her brother looks from her to Mirabel. "Nothing huh." He didn't believe it.

"Yeah" a small laughter and Mirabel gives the salad to Isabel.

You talk to Mirabel because of the kiss. You talk about him, he thought. About how he didn't stop and took adevantage of the mistake.

Maybe you told her how bad he was. An idiot. A Casanova. And maybe you told her that you didn't like him anymore.

He takes a breath. It have to be! Why else they wouldn't talk about it to him. Just to avoid damage.

Part 4

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Hey I just read a fic and omg. I'd like to request a Jungkook smut. a virgin going through all the bases nervously but excited and obviously very horny and wet. he fingers her and then when he feels how wet she is he just has to taste her. he makes her squirt eating her out and then he fucks her with his big cock 🥵 and she's so small, but takes it and just about cries and begs to cum again and then he finds out her daddy kink and makes her squirt as she screams Daddy and then aftercare pls🌸

A thousand years later, here I'm. I'm so sorry sweet anon, life carried me away... but here I am, hopping that somehow you find this 😂😂😂😂😂😂

Here it is ❤

° Boyfriend!Jungkook》female!reader

° Smut, Fluff, Jungkook (cause he's a warning)

° Kissing, nudity, one little bite, orgasm control, oral (female receive), hand job, light dirty talk, daddy kink, squirting, penetration, fingering, loss of virginity, sweet sweet jungkook, than teasing jungkook, then sweet jungkook, nice reader I like her, so much blushing.

• This is unedited in a level that I can't even comprehend. I'm sorry!

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BLUSH

Hot.

A burning feeling spreading across your checks, the carmine color tinting the soft skin and bringing amusement to your beloved.

The sweet boy seated beside you, gigling from your flustered state - one that he brought upon you, for a fact - too happy with himself for being the one able to make you melt like an ice cream on the Saara desert.

He love the red dust on your face, going down your neck, the way you can't keep eye contact or talk without stutter and tumble on your words. This are the moments that he lives for. You on the other hand just want to dig a whole to the other side of the world and dive on it.

The reason why you're at this state? Well this time, a movie.

You guys were watching some good old action movie, then it went from punches and dynamite (yeah) to other explosive actions.

The couple on the screen started a heated make out session that move on to a very... hot as hell fuck. There was legs and arms and skin everywhere, but what cough your attention was the dominance that the male oozed, soft but present.

Jungkook is a very observant young man, he can catch every nuance and every flick of reaction from you. You were there, certain that you were keeping your cool, a nice and blanted face to a normal thing such as a hot steamy sex, kind of loud too.

But, girl... you were so wrong. He could read you like an open book and he couldn't resist to tease you. He loves teasing you.

"Are you okay there, baby?"

That sly smirk and amused tone that he failed to hide getting on your nerves.

"Yes. I'm totally fine, why wouldn't I?"

You know when you try to sound light and confident but instead end it up like what despair would sound like? Yup, that was you right now and you know why? Because you know once your little shit of a boyfriend catch that, you wouldn't hear the end of it. And that my friends, was what happened.

"Oh... I don't know baby. You seem a little... tense? You know? Is there something that is making you blush like this?"

"B-Blush? No, no I'm not blushing Kookie! Pfh... blushing.. " a very fake laugh coming along with the disastrous sentences you've just spilled.

His smile just growth more, he was leading you exactly where he wanted.

"Oh but you are baby... aaaaall the way down here" he said with his finger suddenly tracing a line from your cheeck to you cleavage. Your skin awakening with a shiver from his touch.

With your eyes closed in concentration you forced the words out.

"It's.. it's the warm weather Kookie. It's hot in hear."

"Well, that's strange baby, cuz you see... we have the AC on and like... 15 minutes ago you said you were freezing."

His bunny like smile and big eyes shining in his little victory.

"I.. I don't.." and that my friend is all that left those pretty lips of yours, just mumbling words with no sense, making your boyfriend hold you in his arms cooing at how adorable you looked flustered.

"Cute" his giggle following the little statement.

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Later that night you couldn't take that damn scene from your head and maybe imagining how Jungkook's hands would feel against your skin in that way wasn't helping that much.

He was in the shower, putting that majestic voice to good use and all you could think about was how much you wanted to hear your name in a raspy tone falling from your boyfriend's lips. Listen to me here... girl, that monument of a man hovering over you, with hunger eyes and a huge- Oh, okay... calm down.

One would look at this scenario and think of one simple solution, have sex. But things were not that simple... it could be actually, but your overthinking mind wouldn't allow you the pleasure of the peace of mind.

You never done this before, the sex part. Hot make out sessions (Oh yes), the heavy breathing and his hands grabbing the supple flash of your ass was definitely one of the best things in the world. But everytime things got a little bit "too hot" he would sense your nerves and stop without you even have to say so. That was Jungkook, always attentive of the details. But tonight something shifted, you feel this need almost like a itching that you can't reach. But he can.

You're so lost in your thoughts that you don't see Jungkook getting out the bathroom drying his hair with a towel while a bigger one is wrapped securely around his waist. Damn. You startle from your thoughts and automatically start to stare at his figure, the little drops of water that escaped the towel running down his torso, his gorgeous abs, down to the hem of the towel reaching his... oh it must be pretty.

Stop, what are you thinking?!

"Baby..?" He's looking at you with curiosity all over his face.

"Hm?" You eyes never leaving his crotch area.

He chuckled at your unmoving eyes, a dumb face. But so cute. He was dying to test something and now seemed a really good time.

"Babygirl." He said in a lower voice. Your body reacted instantly, eyes shooting up at him. His face at least.

A small smirk taking place on his lips at the way your checks started to get rosy again. God he loved that adorable pink shade on your skin...

"There's something on that beautiful mind of yours. Would you care to share with me baby?"

"Oh. Hm... n-nothing Kookie, I was just... it's nothing really"

Don't get me wrong, you're confident. But when it comes to anything to do with Jungkook all your resolve seems to crumble. Fast. He was starting to get worried, so he approached you and took a seat facing you. The fresh and light smell of his soup and his shampoo enveloping your senses like a drug.

"What's wrong baby?" His doe eyes searching any sign of distress on yours.

He waited for your answer but you couldn't formulate any word. You wanted to say that you were ready, but without melting down on the mattress.

"Y/N you know you can tell me anything, right? I'm here for you" his voice so gentle that you felt guilty for getting him so worried over you.

"I know Kookie, you don't need to worrie... I just - I want to tell you something but I don't know how or apparently don't have the courage to do it now." You laugh trying to light it up the mood.

"Its okay baby, take your time. There's no rush" he takes your hand in his. The ink decorating his skin marvelling you, you feel that he might not be rushing you, but you need to spit it out.

"I think... Jungkook, I'm ready." You say in one breath.

He looks at you as if trying to figure it out what you mean by that and you can see in his expression when he understand. His eyes go wide and he let out a quiet "oh" from his rounded lips. 'That's why she's so nervous' he thought.

"Oh baby, are you sure? You don't need to do anything you don't want to, I can wait, for as much as you need." You interrupt him before he keeps going.

"Jungkook, I'm sure, really. I want you..."

The last part barely a whisper, but his ears catch it. His eyes darkened at your words, shy and small, but he can feel the truth behind it.

Shifting closer to you, you feel the warmth from his body - he's always so warm- his smell surrounding you and his hand holding your chin to make you look at him.

"Say it again. Louder." His voice is more assertive but still sweet. His stare makes your stomic seem to be full of butterflies, a shiver runs down your body.

"I want you Jungkook..." you muster all the voice that you can find in that moment.

You barely finish talking and his lips are on yours in a passionate kiss. Sweet but passionate, just like him.

His hands finding solace on your waist, pulling you closer and taking you in his lap. Like magnets your fingers go straight to his fluffy hair, the soft long locks in a deep brown making pretty waves between your digits. His hands on a much more feverish manner, descend to grip the flesh of your hips and tights, up your back on your neck and repeating everything as if trying to cover all your body with his touch at the same time. As if this was the only chance that he would ever get to have you like this, even knowing that the thought if far from the truth.

When he pulls your hips closer, you can feel his hardening cock covered by the towel, pressing on your clit lightly but enough to send little shocks of pleasure through your body. You gasp in his mouth, hands tightening on his hair earning a groaning sound to fall from his red lips.

He slowly turned your body and laid you down on the soft sheets, his body hovering over yours. The atmosphere seemed to change a bit, his eyes tender locking you in place, hypnotizing you while his hands were delivering sweet touches on your checks, it felt like he was trying to memorize everything, everything detail of you, of this moment.

His lips sealed the dulcet feeling that was in the air, slowly and sensuously. It felt... so good...

Kisses trailing down your jaw, behind your ear and down your neck, the feeling of his hair against your skin, his warm tongue coming out to lick little blooming flowers on your clavicle. 

His hands find the hem of your pajama shirt while his eyes asked for permission. Your nod was enough for him right now, and soon you were half top naked. Your first reaction was to cover yourself, your arms trying to hide your hardening nipples from your boyfriend's eyes.

He was not going to allow it, you're to beautiful for him...

"No baby, don't hide from me. You're so beautiful... so perfect for me."

He said moving your arms from your breasts, laying your hands down.

His eyes scanning ever piece of skin exposed to him, he wanted to devour you whole. Every little piece... but he had to be patient today, above all days. There would be plenty of time to ruin you in the future.

He lowered his chest to yours to whisper in your ear

"I've waited so long to see you like this and I would've waited much more... but I'm so happy to finally have you, all of you.. "

His low voice sending shivers down your spine making you whine quietly at his words.

He's lips were on one nipple before you could notice him moving, catching you of guard gasping in surprise, while his fingers played with the other one.

The warm and wet feeling from his mouth addicting you immediately, his tongue lavishing the taut bud sucking it in waves, such a amazing sensation.

Your hands grabbing on his strong arms for support, you were panting already and all he did was kiss you and play with your nipples. Kind scared if you were going to survive this.

"You like this baby? Hmm? It feels good?"

As you're going to answer him, he sucked the other nipple in his hot mouth making you moan instead of speak.

"So sensitive.."

"Answer me babygirl, you like the feeling of my tongue? My mouth sucking this pretty nipple raw..."

""Y-yes, Kookie it feels so good" you somehow managed to answer him.

'Let's see what else she's gonna call me until the end of night' he tough. Eager to confirm his suspicions.

With a pop he released the sore bud and trailed his fingers down your belly, one hand firm, holding your waist in place and supporting your arched back.

His fingers meet the hem of your panties, tracing the line of elastic on the cotton, you tights pressed together in anxiety and in seek of some relief. Then he trace a line down your pantie covered center, feeling your slit below de fabric, the soft wet patch forming there from how wet you were getting.

The little electric waves that his light touch was providing you already got you hooked.

"Can you open your legs for me baby?" Your legs were still shut providing him almost no space to work, so you opted to let them part instead of saying anything because seriously, you're in no condition. Slowly he moved aside to give you room and put one of your tights on top of his leg, keeping you open.

"You've soaked through babygirl... is this all for me? Hm?" Your mind had already succumbed to his touch, his words were just an addition to the trap he lured you in, but that didn't stop the blush from coming.

He loved how you looked right now, so small with those big eyes looking up at him and your pussy all wet. It was his dream coming true.

Without waiting anymore he got your panties off and back to his position, you felt his fingers parting your lips, messing with your slick. The moan you let out at the feeling made his cock twitch, you sounded so fucking good.

Your sensitivity was his favorite thing, how every little thing he did got you squirming.

You could feel the wetness dripping down your cheekbums, his breathing on your ear showing that he was not doing better than you.

The tight circles on your clit driving you wild "you're so fucking wet, holy shit baby... can you hear it? How delicious you sound.."

"Kookie... it's so good"

"I know baby... you feel so good too." Then he pressed one finger in slowly, the intrusion surprisingly good. "There you go... such a good girl" He was going as slow so he could to give you time. To help you relax, he wanted you to feel good, in your time. No matter how much his cock felt like it would explode, this was about you, his words whipered to you, making you whimper in pleasure, thrusting in you entrance,  once he felt you relax he add another finger making the strech bigger. Your head was thrown back, hands gripping his arm and the sheets, moans thrown to the wind in bliss.

"I need to taste you" He said in a frenzy, desperate to feel you on his tongue. The sounds of your wet pussy were gonna hunt him every night and his mouth on your cunt too.

His soft lips made a bee line to your bellybutton, changing for a straight path down to your navel. He looks up at you, those doe eyes now vivid in a dark almost black color. Keeping his eyes on you, he planted a soft kiss on your mound, and kiss after kiss down to the center of your pussy.  The only moment he closes his eyes is when he gets right at your entrance and a fresh wave of you scent hits his nostrils, awakening his hunger even more.

"I can smell you... - already anticipating your reaction, he holds your legs apart - you smell so good baby." He delivers a long lick to your folds "And you taste even better.."

You whimper at his crude words, they are bold but he says it in such a sweet manner. He seems to be in the perfect balance, dirty and sweet. Rought and delicate. Firm but gentle in every gesture.

"May I taste you, baby? Please... I'm dying to feel you on my tongue for so long."

You nod you head so fast that gets you slightly dizzy. The eagerness overpowering the timidness.

He chuckles at you reaction, how can you be so cute and so fucking hot at the same time?

His eyes unwavering on yours, as if trapping you on his spell. You only notice how he maneuvered your body when you feel the skin of your tights meeting your torso. Then you realise how exposed you are.

"Jungk - " before you could knowledge your shock, he gives a long warm lick from bottom to top on your sex. His eyes never leaving yours. He thrives in the gasp you let out and the way your eyes close in pleasure. Your taste dancing on his tongue like Ambrosia, he decided that this is how he wants to spend his days, buried between your legs.

"So sweet. I knew you would taste so sweet baby..." he's lost in his own world. The bubble he created that consisted on him and your pretty pussy. He fucking loves it.

He dives in for more, holding your legs firmly to your chest, face buried in your pussy and eyes gauging every reaction that he gets out of you.

The feeling of his tongue tasting every corner, every crevice... the firm point of it driving you mad with kitten licks on your swollen clit. Your hands are the picture of despair, grabbing the sheets, his hair, his arms, your hair. Everything he does elicits a shock of pleasure, you feel so warm and so needy. You need more.

"Kookie, please... "

He keeps working you on, slurping on your juices. Hands grabbing the soft meet of your tights, preventing you from running from him.

You feel so warm, so wet and so soft. He loves the way you move for him, how sweet your moans sound on his ears, how you clench around nothing, gushing more of your delectable taste just for him, then he feels your hand tugging his hair a little more forcefully.

He is pulled from his trance, to see your exasperated eyes begging him. You look so pretty...

Glassy eyes, swollen lips and red checks... your hair a little wet from the drops of sweat on your forehead and your breath completely uneven. All because of him.

It downs to you that he really enjoys that, to have your taste on his mouth.

He keeps you on the edge, trading his tongue for his fingers, playing with your clit slowly. Enought to keep you going, but far from give you what you want.

"Please..." you reaped. You can feel the pressure of his fingers keeping you there, making you drip for him. He circles your entrance, feeling your wetness seeping out. It's to much and not enough.

He enters you again nuckle deep, searching for something.

"Please, what baby? Tell me what you want"

Oh great. He wants you to speak, to actually formulate sentences right now, with his fingers deep inside.

"Tell me or I'll linger this to my hearts content babygirl."

Fuck. What is this?

"Please!" You gasp way.

"Although I love it when you beg me babygirl, I know you can do better" then you feel a bite on your inner tight, followed by an soothing tongue right after.

You jump in surprise and moan at the feeling, making your boyfriend smirk between your legs.

"I need to cum, just make me cum please.. " you say defeated, your hands urging him back.

"See, was not that hard... " he says but you don't register. He pressed an area that reduced you to a mumbling mess while the other hand took care of your pulsating clit.

Your head was throwed back while your hands squeezed the sheet bellow you.

A long moan formed on your throat,  meeting your boyfriend's eager ears.

"That's it... good girl" - his eyes looking back from your pussy swolloing his digit and to your face for any sign of discomfort.

He saw only pleasure, your legs widening by themselves to receive more - "you're so wet baby, so tight... " he was delivering sweet kisses to your tights, his nose caressing your skin.

His finger felt so good... your hips moving on their on, seeking something.

Then he started moving it faster, harder, with his entire arm, in and out in.

"It feels so good Kookie, I want more baby!"

You wanted him, inside. Right now.

"I know baby, I'll give you everything you want... but I need to strech you out first. So be a good girl for me and cum like this."

He went back to your clit with a ferocious tongue, flicking it, licking and sucking with all he got while his fingers fastened their pace inside you. The wet sound of his fingers plunging inside of you loud in the room.

"Listen baby, how fucking wet you are" his breath right on your clit, sending shivers up your body.

You moaned at the vibration of his voice, making him moan back to you repeating the waves again.

The pleasure burning, ready to burst.

"Come one... let go baby. Cum for me babygirl." The strech of a third finger pushed you off the edge, making your body shake from the force of your release. Jungkook moaned as he could feel your walls tightening like a vice in his fingers as you gushed your juices on his tongue, his fingers never stopping, he changed the angle and fastened his pace eliciting a loud gasp from you.

"Found it" his eyes gaining a determined look.

"Found what? Oh fuck! What..?" This feeling. This feeling was fucking fantastic, a kind of euphoria that took your breath way, made you mind haze, your hips move at their own accord searching something that you don't even know.

Your moan getting louder, Jungkook hitting a spot inside of you over and over again with precision making tears run down your checks from pure pleasure, your moans turning to screams.

He was mesmerized by your beauty, your eyes screwed shut and mouth agape, tears wetting your pretty face making him proud of how good he was making you feel. Then he saw, the splash of cum wetting everything, his hand soaked and his tights too, the bed printed by the drops of it.

"Holy shit... fuck babygirl you squirted... so fucking pretty " his fingers never stopping, the waves of pleasure becoming to much, your body trembling at the first shocks of overstimulation

"Jungkook, too much...  baby!"

Taking mercy of you, delicately slowing down and retrieving his fingers, sucking it, humming at your taste.

"So good baby... so fucking good"

You were embarrassed and so so horny and tired as fuck, hiding your face on his neck.

"Oh no no... no baby, that was amazing. I can't even express in words how much I want to ruin you right now, make you do it over and over again"

He mouth was on your you in a flash, the kiss slow and sensual, his towel forgotten on the floor now. Pulling you back to the lascivious feeling of his body on top of yours, the weight of him, the warmth, the smell, the feeling of his skin on yours. You loved every bit of it.

You felt so loved and protected with him, his hands on your head, gently combing through your hair while his lips took your breath away.

Kisses trailing down your chin to your neck, you could feel his cock against your tight, hot and heavy waiting for release. He was taking his time with you, but it was time for him to feel good too, so you moved your hand south, brushing the tip of your finger on his rock hard cock and his body shivered instantly, a breathy moan leaving his red lips. He's big... maybe a little too big, long and with a good girth and a pretty shade of pink . How's it gonna fit? He's gonna kill you, for sure. But it's going to be such a sweet death...

You took courage in his reaction, his moan making you want to hear more, so with a firmer touch you hold his shaft and give a long stroke from the bottom to top. His forehead rests now on your shoulder and his breath tickles your skin. You want to hear him, to make him lose control too, so you fasten lightly the pace on his cock, feeling him squirm above you. Your hand up and down, up and down while the other rest on the small of his back... giving a little twist on the head, running your finger on the sensitive spot just below the tip and you feel him tremble to hold himself, so you fasten even more, making him moan in the croak of you neck.

"Baby... slow down " his broken voice making you even wetter, his hips now thrusting into your hand, following your rhythm. It's like he's head is saying one thing and his body is doing the opposite. Your hand feel so small, but so soft and so fucking good on his cock, he's ruined for anyone else for sure!

"Ugh.. fuck stop y/N, I'm gonna cum" he's groaning now hand squeezing your waist leaving a mark behind for tomorrow.

You won't stop, not with him looking and sounding like this. And you're just making him feel good to, right? What could he do?

Well here's your answer.

You felt his teeth sink in your neck as a warning, then he took hold of your wrists and pinned them above your head while he took deep breaths to calm himself down. Once he open his eyes something shifted, they're hooded and darker.

"So my babygirl is a stubborn one." His voice is low, vibrating through your body. His hips settled between your legs with his heavy cock pressed on your pussy, his weight keeping you in place. His lips descend to your ear "Let's see how much."

Before you could process he has turned you on your stomic, pushing your legs open with his tights and one arm looped around your waist his other hand went straight to your soaked pussy making you jump at the sudden contact.

You realize that you can't move in this position, but he can.

His fingers unceremoniously play on your clit, fishing some wetness from your entrance time to time to make it everything messier.

He brings you ridiculously fast to your high, your hips trying to push back on his touch. When you feel the firsts tremors of your high he pulls his hand from you, his tights preventing you from closing your legs, he's basically mounting you at this point.

You whine immediately at the lost, searching any contact to releave the frustration.

"Why?! Jungkook..." your whines are sweet music to his ears.

"Just a little lesson baby..." his smirk evident in his voice. That smug tone that you want so badly to wipe off... if only you could reach for his cock...

Who would though, from really nervous to desperate for his cock on you in less than one hour. That's the Jungkook effect.

His hand was back on you, dexterous fingers working you up expertly again.

You wish you could hold back but you don't even know how, the pleasure from his actions to good to run away from.

Again you're close and each time he pulls back you get closer and closer faster.

After the third time your forearms give up and your upper half falls to the bed tired, frustrated. Your boyfriend's hand holding your hips up in place, while he cups you pussy with his entire hand to help subside de clenching from your walls.

He looks down at your form, exhausted. He wanted to make it sweet and slow but he couldn't hold back at the deviance in your eyes.

He's heart took pity on your whines and moans of his name and decided it was time to end your misery. Even if caused by him, but it was a good one... it was a lesson but helped to build up your pleasure too. You're gonna cum so hard.. His body is agitated just at the thought of it.

His hand came down to caress your back, trading circles on your skin.

"Please... p-please " that was your mantra on the past minutes.

"Shhhh... it's okay babygirl."  He would bring it out of you...

"You're my good babygirl, aren't you baby?" His voice saccharine on your ears, full of love.

"I'm- yes I'm.. " you words tumbling on each other.

"That's it... are you ready my love?" Your body reacted before your mind could process, getting him closer.

"Not like this baby, I want to see you"

He turned you back, facing him again and after a kiss on your forehead he riches for the condom on the night stand, ripping the foil with his teeth and putting in on himself.

Even thought you're tired and frustrated and sweaty and so wet that the bed has a pull of you right now, you can't deny how gorgeous Jungkook is. He's marvelous, so beautiful...

His hair falling in tiny ringlets from the exertion and the remains of water still there mixed with his sweat, his toned body, his light honey skin, those sweet lips and freaking pretty eyes... eyes now that are looking at you in adoration.

He lowers himself down to your body again, one hand holding your tight to his waist while the other caress your hair softly.

"I love you" simple, deep and sincere.

"I love you too, so much" you respond with all your heart.

"Ready..?" He whispers to you, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere right now.

"More than ready" and with that you feel his hand touching your pussy and gathering some wetness to lub his cock, then he start to run his member on your pussy, parting your lips and accommodating his length in the warm skin. He rubs his nose on yours and then you feel it, his bulbous head parting you extremely slowly, but the strech is there. Burning like hell fire, cuz you're small and he is big big.

Your wetness helps to easy the friction but the strech is way more present than you thought. He senses your tension and stop moving.

"Hey... hey look at me. You're okay, what are feeling?" His eyes concerned and attentive.

"Its just... it burns. How is it gonna fit? You're too b- aaah.." your own moviment, trying to get more comfortable make his length move up a little more, his hand immediately holding your hips down to prevent any more discomfort for you.

"Baby, stop moving. Take a deep breath... it's okay" Suddenly a smile appears on his lips and you question why.

"I'm big baby? Is that what you were going to say?" The playfull energy lighting the mood.

"Jungkook, don't " your blushing checks making a triunfal return to the scene, for Jungkook's content.

"There it is... my pretty blushing checks"

He gives you a tender kiss on you lips "Relax for me, I'm gonna take care of you" a cute skimo kiss taking place "And I'll fit all right, babygirl"

Your mouth gaping at the sudden bold words, your pussy clenching around the tip of his cock, making him hiss at the tightness. Feeling another gush of your juices around him, he presses a little further in, his eyes on your face.

The inicial burn is still there, but hes being so attentive and going so slow that it must be torture for him, but he does it for you. Half way in he stops, checking your expressions.

"It feels better, strange but better... please keep going Kookie"

How could he deny anything from you, he would give you the world if you wanted.

"Are you feeling good baby? How does it feel?"

He says pushing further and further, almost there... You're so warm and dripping wet and so fucking tight. How can you be so tight? He's doing everything in his power not to explode inside of you.

"Full, it feels so full... You're so deep" you say timidly.

"It's gonna feel even deeper baby, just a bit more to go"

More? Oh my fucking...

With a kiss on your lips he bottoms out making you moan loud for him, trapped in his lips.

"Shit! Oh fuck..  Jungkook" you shout out at the feeling of him so deep that you don't even comprehend how far up he is, the sensation new and so so so good. He stays still enjoying your warmth and giving you time to adjust.

"You did so good baby, so good... that's my good girl, are you okay?"

"I'm..  I'm good. I need you to move"

Move he would, carefully at the beginning. Letting you feel him and him feel you. The praises falling from his lips like drops of honey. Making your body relax and receive him like a piece of a puzzle. He's pleasure was not far too, but he needed you to cum first.

So his fingers were back to your clit pushing you off the cliff into a see of pure bliss. Your moans turning to almost screams now from how sensitive you are, your high not as strong as the other ones but still making you shake. At the throws of the moment you let out an almost inaudible word... but your boyfriend's catches, he always does.

"Louder, tell me. You're daddy's babygirl,  come on. What's my name baby?" So you let it out for him...

"Daddy!" He groans at the way you say it, how the word rolls from your lips sounding so sweet and so dirty at the same time...

"Fuck yes. Just a little more babygirl, a little more... almost there..."

You clenched your walls hard and he convulsed on top of you, his thrusts irregular and fast trying to prolong his deserved high. The hot feeling of him releasing his load inside the condom making everything a little more warmer.

"Fuck I love you, so much"

"I love you too"

Two breathless confessions on your soaked sheets. After a while, he was still inside of you, you see a mischievous smile appear again, oh here we go.. what now?

"The sheets are soaked babygirl..."

Don't blush, don't blush.

Oh shit.

"There it is..."

"Hey! You have to stop doing this, its not fair!" You little angry face makes him laught, long and true and then you forget why you were angry."Okay..." he says before kissing you to distract you from him pulling out. He gets up and trying to detangle himself from you, who's attached to his arms like a life saver.

"I'll be right back, just a minute baby" his giggles are the most pretty thing on earth, oh my God you just want to squish him so hard. Kind of a violent love you have, but all in name of his cuteness. No harm, fellas. You hear a ruffling and some water, then he's back with a boxer, one of his t-shirts and towel.

"Okay lady... come here" he's beside you, spreading you tights and then you get it that hes intending to clean you up.

"What? No baby.. no I can do it" you say as you try to grab the warm towel.

"Baby, let me. You're tired and all sore." You don't miss the almost imperceptible smirk on his face. He's proud, that little shit.

"And besides... I've already seen every little piece of you"

The gasp you let out, oh girl... sucked the air of the room.

"And kissed..." that damn smile of his.

"And touched..." one cute kiss on your knee.

"And licked" his eyes piercing on yours.

"Oh my God, stop! JUNGKOOK!"

He's laughing and smooching you like a baby now "Annnnnngh you're so cute baby"

After some little kisses, he manages to clean you, put his shirt on you and its immediately spooning you into his warm body, sleep pulling you in, but you can hear in the distance...

"I love you..."

[suituuup]

pieces - epilogue

That’s it, folks! Thank you for coming along this journey. Huge shout out to @snowonebutyou and @lilhan, this story wouldn’t have been the same without their help.

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*

“Come on Bean, you can do it,” Chloe encouraged, holding her arms out towards Marleigh as the one-year-old stood, Beca sitting behind her. 

Marleigh grinned and took an unsteady step, then another one, before falling on her bum. She giggled and pushed back to her feet to make the remaining three steps to her mom, collapsing into her arms. 

“Oh my goodness, you’re walking,” Chloe gushed as she peppered her face with kisses. “Where did the time go??” She set her back down, facing Beca. “Wanna do it again?” 

Beca grinned, extending her arms this time. “Come to Auntie Beca, MJ!” 

Chloe smiled, holding Marleigh’s hips as she spoke close to her ear. “Go to Mama.”

Beca froze and met her eyes, a silent question swirling in them as they simultaneously filled with tears. Chloe’s smile simply widened, and she glanced away from Beca to focus on Marleigh as she toddled to Beca, squealing as she did. 

“You-- really?” Beca asked as she held Marleigh against her. 

Chloe nodded. “You’re not her aunt, Bec. You’ve been there since day one, raising her with me. I know it can’t be official on paper yet, but to me, you’re Marleigh’s other parent.” After a pause, she added, “If you want that, that is.” 

Beca visibly swallowed, and a couple of tears spilled down her cheeks. She cleared her throat, seemingly at a loss for words as she glanced at MJ, leaning in to kiss her chubby cheek. 

*

Beca wasn’t a fan of the cold, but she had to admit that a white Christmas was pretty dope. 

So was Christmas in the Beale fashion. They had spent the day before baking cookies, singing Christmas carols, and once it was dark, had gone out to Rockefeller to see the tree. 

Beca woke to the sound of babbling through the baby monitor that morning, and after finding Chloe sound asleep, turned the device off and slipped from under the covers. She padded to the nursery across the hall and smiled at the sight of a wide-awake Marleigh staring up at her with those big blue eyes. 

“G’morning, Bean,” she murmured, bending down to pick her up. Turned out Marleigh was still a bit sleepy, cuddling into Beca as soon as she was in her arms. Beca brushed a kiss to her forehead. “Merry Christmas.” 

She walked down the hall towards the living room and turned on the tree lights, knowing how obsessed Marleigh was with the colors. 

“Look at aaaaall the presents, Mar,” Beca said as she pointed to the various piles of gifts she and Chloe had hustled to wrap last night. “I think most of it is for you, baby.” 

Marleigh babbled incoherent things, pointing to the tree. Her features broke into a wide smile as she looked at something over Beca’s shoulder, and Beca turned around to see Chloe padding over. 

“Merry Christmas,” Chloe said, leaning in to kiss Beca’s lips, then Marleigh’s cheek. 

Marleigh had a blast opening her presents, even though she looked definitely more entertained by the wrapping paper than the gifts themselves. Beca felt nerves sprout in her belly as she stood up to pour herself more coffee, plucking the small box laying under the tree and handing it to MJ. 

“This is for Mommy,” she whispered, pointing to Chloe. “Can you go give it to her?” 

“Ya!” Marleigh exclaimed and walked over to where Chloe sat. 

Chloe glanced at Beca questioningly, then at her daughter. She took the box, her hand shaking lightly. “Thank you, baby.” Her eyes met Beca once more, then widened as she opened the box to find a sparkling diamond ring. Not any ring; her grandmother’s. “Beca…”

When she finally tore her gaze away from it, Beca had shuffled closer. “That business trip I took to LA a couple of months ago? It was actually to Portland. I wanted to ask your parents if they were okay with me asking you an important question, and your mom insisted I had this ring. Chloe…” she took a deep breath, shifting from a sitting position to down one knee. “You are everything to me. This past year and a half have been my happiest yet, and it’s all because of you. And I want to make this, us, to become a forever thing,” Beca paused, smiling as happy tears stung her eyes. “Chlo, will you marry me?”

Chloe choked on a watery chuckle. “Yes,” she whispered, crushing the distance between them to press a lingering kiss on Beca’s lips. “I love you.” 

Beca beamed. “I love you, too.” She laughed when Bean crashed their embrace, wrapping an arm around her. Her heart felt fit to burst from happiness. “And you.” 

*

They started house hunting as soon as Chloe secured a vet tech position in the clinic she was completing her internship in, in Stamford, Connecticut. After a couple of months’ search, they found a lovely farmhouse in Westchester County, just outside of Bedford, located an hour from Manhattan and thirty minutes from Stamford.

It was built in the 1900s in the New England housing style, complete with the traditional covered porch, metal standing seam roof, rafter tails, and barn-style garage. The interior had been fully renovated, giving way to a fresh and modern spin. 

“There’s a greenhouse, too, and a cottage,” Chloe said with a soft gasp as they wandered about the three acres that came with the property after visiting the inside. Marleigh was just ahead of them, exploring. “We’d have enough space for a dog, and maybe some goats and chickens?” 

Beca chuckled. “Goats and chickens? Since when are we having a farm?” 

Chloe giggled, shrugging. “I really want Bean to grow up around animals.”

Beca smiled and kissed Chloe’s cheek. “Fine, we can have goats and chickens. I won’t be going around the chickens, though. They kinda scare me.” 

“Really?” Chloe asked, unable to stop herself from snickering. 

Beca glared. “Don’t make fun of me, Beale.” 

“Mommy!” Marleigh called out, holding up what looked like a daisy. “Look. Pwetty.” 

Chloe crouched down to her level, smiling. “Very pretty. Do you like it here, baby?” 

Marleigh nodded her pigtails bouncing with the movement. She pointed to the swingset. “We go there?” 

Chloe pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Go ahead.” 

They signed the papers a few weeks later and were set to move there the following summer, after Chloe’s graduation.

All the pieces of her puzzle were finally coming together, and Chloe couldn’t feel happier.

*

“You ready to clap, Bean?” Beca asked as she and Marleigh sat in one of the back rows, among the other students’ families. “It’s almost Mommy’s turn.” 

“Mommy?” Marleigh asked, pointing at the stage. 

“Not yet,” Beca murmured, smiling at her impatience and brushing a kiss to her head. 

Two students later, Chloe walked across the stage. 

“Mommy!” Marleigh called out as the Dean handed Chloe her diploma. She clapped from her spot on Beca’s lap, beaming. Chloe waved and blew them a kiss before she headed down the steps leading off the stage. 

The ceremony ended forty-five minutes later, and Beca and MJ met up with Chloe by the side of the stage. 

“Congratulations, baby,” Beca murmured, kissing her softly. “I’m so proud of you.” 

Marleigh dutifully gave her mom the flowers she and Beca picked up this morning. “Congwatulations, Mommy!”

Chloe bent down to pick her up. “Thank you, my love. I feel like this calls for ice cream. What do you say?” 

“Yes! I want four scoops!” Marleigh declared, holding up three fingers. 

Beca chuckled, holding up four fingers herself. “That’s four, Bean.” 

Marleigh copied her, grinning “Four scoops!” 

Beca tickled her sides, drawing a string of uncontrolled giggles from the toddler. They settled at the park with their ice cream, enjoying the warm June afternoon. 

Chloe cuddled close to Beca as they watched Marleigh play with her toys ten feet away. “She’s growing up way too fast,” Chloe murmured. 

Beca hummed. “Is that your subtle way of telling me you’re ready to have another kid, Beale?” 

A giggle flitted past Chloe’s lips. “No. I think we’re just on the brink of getting a case of the terrible twos, so it’s probably best if we only have one kid to handle for now.” 

Beca laughed. MJ was definitely showing some temper and had already given them a taste of what toddler tantrums could be like. “That’s probably wise. And maybe we could get married first, too?” 

With the house hunting and Chloe finishing up her school year, they hadn’t really talked about it. 

“Can we do it at home? I really want my dad to be there.” 

Her father’s condition had stabilized over the last year or so. They had visited him a few times since MJ’s birth, and Beca could tell he was relieved to be able to hold his granddaughter and interact with her despite his condition.

“Of course we can,” she murmured, brushing a kiss to Chloe’s forehead. “I was also thinking… that we could stay there longer this summer? Two weeks is going to fly by, and if we stayed a month then maybe your mom could take some time off?” 

Alice had been caring for her husband for the last five years, and Chloe had shared that she was worried it was taking too much of a toll on her. 

Chloe lifted her head from Beca’s chest. “Would you really be okay with that?” 

“Yeah,” Beca said, brushing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. 

“Mama,” MJ called as she walked over, holding a rock. “Pwesent.” 

Beca held out her hand, smiling. Marleigh had an obsession with rocks, lately. “Thank you, baby. I love it.”

MJ snuggled in between the two of them, curling up against Beca’s chest. 

“You tired, Bean?” Beca asked softly, dropping a kiss on her hair. MJ didn’t answer, her breathing evening out a few seconds later. 

Beca shared a look with Chloe and smiled. It felt odd to think of how, ten years ago, she was convinced music and success would be the key to her happiness. And it had been, for a good five years, up until Chloe came back into her life. 

This, what they built together since then, brought Beca to another level of happiness she didn’t know was possible. 

*

They got married on a warm September evening, at an orchard with the ocean as a gorgeous backdrop. 

Marleigh was supposed to be the flower girl, but she changed her mind last minute, refusing to go first and clinging to Chloe, who ended up picking her up before she walked down the aisle alongside her father. 

Beca’s father walked her down the aisle next, and Chloe heard Marleigh gasp. “Mama looks pwetty,” the two-year-old whispered. 

“She really does,” Chloe agreed quietly, tears of happiness already filling her eyes as Beca came to a stop in front of her. 

“You look…” Beca faltered, shaking her head as what looked like awe flashed in her features. “Incredibly beautiful, Chlo.” Her focus shifted to MJ. “And you’re the cutest flower girl ever.” 

Marleigh giggled and motioned for Chloe to set her down, but she remained by Aubrey’s side. They recited their vows in front of their closest friends and immediate family, exchanging rings and somehow managing to make it through the ceremony without bawling their eyes out. 

“I now pronounce you, wife and wife,” Aubrey said, a beaming smile breaking across her features. “You may now kiss.” 

Chloe grinned and cupped Beca’s cheek, stepping closer and pressing a lingering kiss to her lips as their friends whistled and hooted. 

“Yuck!” Marleigh exclaimed, and Chloe found her peeking through her fingers when they parted. 

She laughed and picked her up, she and Beca kissing each cheek before they started down the aisle under the applause of their loved ones. 

*

“Where we going?” 

Beca smiled as she laced Marleigh’s shoes. “We’re going to the courthouse, Bean.” 

“Wha’s that?” 

“It’s where big decisions are made, by people we call judges. Today we’re meeting with a judge who will decide if I can become your real mom.” 

They had tried to explain that to Marleigh since signing the petition for Beca to adopt her, but Marleigh had argued that Beca was already her Mama. It had been a long process since their wedding, with background checks and a visit from the child protective services. 

“I hope the judge says yes,” Marleigh said as she swung her legs. 

Beca smiled. “Me, too.” She kissed her forehead and picked her up, heading down the stairs. Part of her expected Marco to show up out of the blue, but she knew that was unlikely, as he probably didn’t know of Marleigh’s existence. 

Nerves sprouted in Beca’s belly when they sat down for the final hearing. Marleigh sat on her lap, asking questions about the room they were in and being a welcome distraction as they waited for the judge. 

“And that?” 

“That’s a gavel,” Beca said. “The judge hits it when he makes a decision, or sometimes, when there’s a lot of people in the room and they’re talking too loud, the judge will slam it on their desk to request silence.” 

They stood when the judge walked in, the middle-aged woman motioning for them to sit down while she reviewed their file. 

“Mrs. Rebecca Mitchell, is it still your intent to adopt Marleigh Beale and become her other parent under the eyes of the law?” 

“Yes, your honor,” Beca answered, her voice shaking slightly as emotions swirled in her chest. 

“Mrs. Chloe Mitchell, do you still consent to Rebecca adopting your daughter and giving her, her last name?” 

“I do, your honor.” 

The judge motioned for them to come forward. “Sign here, and here.” 

Beca sucked in a sharp breath, meeting Chloe’s eyes before she took the pen and scribbled her signature at the bottom of the document. Chloe did the same right after, casting Beca a smile. 

“You say yes?” Marleigh asked, looking up at the judge. “Mama is my real mom, now?”

The judge chuckled, smiling warmly. “She is. Congratulations.” 

Beca wiped a tear sliding down her cheek. “Thank you.” 

She pulled her family into a long embrace as soon as they stepped out of the courtroom, basking into the moment.

“Can we go get ice cream, now?” Marleigh asked, breaking the silence. 

Chloe smiled and kissed her daughter’s cheek. “I think that’s a great idea.” She slid her hand into Beca’s, raising it to her lips and dropping a kiss to her knuckles. “Come on, Mitchells. Ice cream’s on me.” 

*

Fall was Chloe’s favorite season. It got incredibly beautiful in Westchester once the tree adorned their golden and scarlet leaves, and one of her favorite things to do was sit on the porch swing while nursing on a cup of coffee or tea, sometimes reading a book, other times watching her daughter play with her dad in the backyard, like today. 

Her parents had moved to the East Coast six months ago, as they wanted to spend more time with Marleigh. It made sense that they moved into the cottage on Beca and Chloe’s farm, so Chloe could be around to help her mom out. They had fully renovated the interior, with a fully-equipped kitchen, master bedroom, and cozy living and dining room. Marleigh was thrilled to have her grandparents around. She loved to play games with her grandpa and do farm tasks with her grandma, like feeding the chickens and goats, collecting eggs, or gardening.

“Go fish.” 

Marleigh made a disgruntled noise as she reached for another card. She huffed dramatically when Mike asked her for a card she had. “Grandpaaaa.” 

Chloe looked over her shoulder when she heard approaching footsteps. She smiled at her wife as Beca sat down beside her, and reached over to stroke her growing belly.

Chloe released a content sigh. “Do you ever feel like… pinching yourself? Because this feels too good to be true?” 

“Every morning when I wake up next to you,” Beca said, a teasing lilt to her tone. 

Chloe giggled. “Corny.” She turned her head to look at Beca. “When I was at my worst, I thought my life as it was back then would be it. I thought that I was far too broken to come back from it,” she paused, glancing at Marleigh and her parents and blinking back the tears threatening to blur her vision. “And now I have all this, and sometimes I can’t believe that this is my life. I feel incredibly grateful and lucky. More than I can put into words.” 

Chloe had been clean for nearly five years now. She hadn’t touched cocaine or alcohol since her first day of rehab and the cravings were no longer there. She sometimes thought about it on difficult days, but that’s all it was: a thought. It drifted away nearly as soon as it materialized, because Chloe was stronger now, and she knew how to handle the fleeting temptation. 

Beca pressed a kiss to her temple. “You fought for that, Chlo. First by leaving Marco, then going to rehab, and being determined to keep your head above the water through the bad days that followed.” 

Chloe’s free hand slid inside Beca’s. “Thank you for believing in me. For believing that there was still a piece of the Chloe you once knew in there.” 

Beca lifted their hands and pressed a lingering kiss to Chloe’s fingers. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” 

Their peaceful, heartfelt moment was soon over when the tornado that was their four-year-old ran up to them. 

“Mama,” Marleigh said as she settled on Beca’s lap. 

“What’s up, Bean?”

“How did you and Mommy meet?”

Beca hummed. “We went to school together. Mommy forced me into joining this singing group.” 

Chloe gasped. “I didn’t force you, Beca Mitchell.” 

“You burst into my shower,” Beca muttered as Marleigh giggled. 

“While you were naked?!” 

“Yep,” Beca said, widening her eyes at their daughter. “Can you believe that?” 

“Was it love at first sight?” 

“No. It was something deeper than that. For me at least. Something that grew slowly in my heart. So slowly that it took years for me to realize it.” 

“Years??” Marleigh gasped. “That’s a long time.” 

“Yeah. I was an idiot.” 

Chloe giggled. “We were both idiots.” 

“But now you’re together, and that’s what’s important, right?” 

Chloe narrowed her eyes at MJ and reached out to ruffle her red hair. “When did you get so smart?” 

Marleigh shrugged, then dashed off to go back to her grandparents, drawing a chuckle from both Beca and Chloe. Beca glanced at Chloe, squeezing her leg. “You alright?” 

“Mmm.” Chloe rested her head on Beca’s shoulder, her hand finding Beca’s stomach once more in hopes of feeling a kick or two. “More than alright.” 

-fin-

[backtobackbakubabe]

Leaving My Love Behind (part1)

Bakugo X Reader 

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Reader hasn’t seen Bakugo in almost ten years but when her boyfriend goes missing she all but begs him to help her find him and get him back from a notorious gang leader. 

You had been waiting outside this building for almost six hours now. You had been waiting for a certain blonde-haired asshole. You had to admit you were shocked that he was still working. He had never seemed like the desk job type. But after his most recent rampage he was benched until further notice. It was all over the news, which made it that much easier to find him. You’d wait out here all night if you had to. You just needed to talk to him.

Rain started to come down hard and yet you remained. Your eyelids began to droop and still you waited. Your stubbornness knew no limit… unfortunately your exhaustion did. You leaned against the telephone pole behind you and you hugged your jacket closer around you to fight the chill. Shivers wracked your body, but nothing matched the chill that shot down your spine when you heard a familiar husky voice right behind your ear. “What the fuck do you want?”

You hadn’t even realized he had left the building, let alone crept up behind you. Your tired head turned to look at him. It had been years sense you had seen him in person, and you forgot how haunting those red eyes of his where. You refused to cower in his presence, you wouldn’t let him see how scared you were. “I need your help.”

“Wh-“

“And before you can tell me to fuck off… you owe me one, and we both know it.”

His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. “I haven’t seen you in almost 10 years. You can’t just show up now and expect me to drop everything to help you! I don’t owe you shit.”

You almost expected him to storm off in a fit of rage, but he just crossed his arms and glared at you. Who was this new Bakugo? He still seemed permanently angry except now he seemed to be a little more… patient? No that couldn’t be right. He didn’t have a patient bone in his body. Yet here he stood, waiting to hear you out.

Your hands balled into fists, “Do I need to remind you of the sacrifices I made back in high school. Do you not remember what I did for you? Have you gotten so-“

His hand gripped your elbow tight enough to leave a bruise, “I fucking…. Remember everything. I’ll ask you one more time. What the fuck do you want?”

You pulled your arm away from him. “I need your help… My boyfriend… Kiyo… he’s gone missing.”  

His palms popped, “And? Go to the police, file a report? What the hell do you want me to do about it?”

An angry tear ran down your cheek. “You think I haven’t already done that?! He’s been missing for over a month and it seems like nobody even cares!”

“Tch… how do you know he didn’t just run away? What if he was just bored or something?”

Before you could stop yourself, you reached out and slapped him. “How dare you? You don’t know him. He would never! He was kidnapped by gang leader who goes by Big Shadow.”

Bakugo’s eyes bulged and you now had his attention. Big Shadow? That was the guy he was investigating before he was put on desk duty. “So that’s why you’re here? Look I can’t help you. That guy is almost impossible to find and even harder to get to. I spent the past year trying to lock that ass hat up and the only thing I have to show for it are several new scars and a temporary demotion.”

You slumped to the ground, “What do you expect me to do? I can’t just give up on him?”

To your surprise he crouched down next to you. “This sucks…. I’m not good with… you know…”

“Emotion?”

“Yeah…Want to go get a drink or something?”

Your watery eyes met his he held a hand out to you, “Look I don’t like asking twice. If you want to sit here in the cold rain and die of heart break… or pneumonia. Then whatever. But I need a drink and if you want to come… I wont stop you.”

You wiped the tears from your eyes and let him help you up. This really was a different man then the one you used to know.

You silently followed him to some small local bar down the street. You had never been here before, but then again you didn’t spend a lot of time on this side of town. The rent was too high and the people were too busy.

You took your seat across from him at a somewhat hidden booth in the back. Moments later a waitress came with three fireball shots and placed them in front of Bakugo. “Your usual. Do you want anything to eat this time?”

Bakugo looked at you briefly and then back to the waitress, “Yeah it’s probably going to be a long night. Bring out the appetizer platter and… I guess whatever she wants to drink. Let me guess? You still drinking vodka sprites?”

You almost laughed at the memory of the last time you drank with him as stupid high school punks. “Not for a while, but why not? For old times sake…”

So you drank, and drank some more, and ate all the weird bar food that the waitress continued to bring out. By now you were both on the brink of black out. Doing anything to not feel that empty pit in your stomach. “THAT WAS NOT ME! THAT WAS AAAAALL KIRI’S DOING!” You were going down memory lane from UA. You and Bakugo had been pretty close back then. Well that’s a lie. You hated each other at first. And you didn’t end on a good note either. But the middle… the middle had been nice.

“Oi… dumbass. Use your inside voice…”

“Ooooooh don’t tell me THE BAKUGO is telling ME to UsE mY iNsIdE vOiCe.”

Bakugo smirked, “You wanna know my secret?”

You giggled, “Oooooh secret! Yesssss!”

He moved over to your side of the booth and leaned close to you. Close enough for you to smell his cinnamon shampoo… or maybe it was just all the fireball shots. He turned his head to the side and pulled his hair back to show what looked like a hearing aid. “Tech development team made them for me when I signed with the agency. They’re mostly to protect my ears from more damage. You know because of all of the.” He motioned with his hands and made an explosion noise. “But they also help me hear a little better. Now I don’t have to yell all the time.”

You reached out to touch it, but his hand smacked it away, “Oi look but don’t touch!”

You blushed. “I guess that makes sense. I wonder why no one thought of that before. All this time.. you just couldn’t…. hear.” You started to tear up, your happy mood completely gone.

His eyes grew huge, “No, no, no, no, damnit we came here to avoid the tears. Please stop. Ugh shit!”

You leaned on him and continued to cry. “I’m so sorry Bakugo! For the way things ended between us. It’s all my fault. Just like Kiyo being kidnapped is all my fault. Everything is my fault! I’m the worst!”

He patted the top of your head awkwardly, “Uh… I don’t know what happened with yoyo or whatever but what happened with us wasn’t your fault.” His arm landed on your shoulder when you just kept crying, “And for what it’s worth I don’t think you’re the worst. I mean you’re not exactly on my list of favorite people. But there’s a lot of people worse than you. All for one, Overhaul, Dabi, Deku, murderers, rapists, did I mention Deku?”

You slapped his chest, “His name is Kiyo!”

“Noooo I’m pretty sure it’s Deku.”

You sighed, “No you idiot, my boyfriend. You called him yoyo… his name Kiyo… and he’s missing, and I’m just sitting on my ass getting drunk. I’m useless.” You slammed your fist on the table, “But you know what?! With or without your help I’m going after him!”

Bakugo’s hand mindlessly wandered to the scar hidden beneath his t-shirt, “You’re going to get yourself killed y/n. Please think about this. Have you even kept up with your training? I know you didn’t do the whole hero thing after UA… considering what happened. What are you going to do in a fight? Your quirks not really meant for combat.”

You shrugged, “I don’t care. I’m going to get him back. I’m still in shape. I still got the moves.”

Bakugo groaned, “Okay look. I’ll make you a deal. I will help you look for Keto for exactly two weeks. If we find him great, if we don’t you accept it and let the police handle it.”

You grabbed him by the shirt, “You mean it? You’ll help me?”

He winced at your sudden proximity, but you didn’t seem to notice. “Well yeah. If I don’t, I’ll probably end up seeing your picture on the news and honestly that just sounds like a fucking headache that I’m not prepared for. “

You lunged in for a hug, burying your face in his chest. He again just awkwardly patted your head. “For the love of god, please stop.”

Bakugo paid the bill and walked you out. He had planned on walking you home but when he learned how far it was he almost passed out. “Nope. Nuh uh. You can sleep on my couch. Too drunk for this. Let’s go.” When he realized you were walking too slowly for his liking he bent down and told you to hop on his back. “God you’re lighter than I remember.”

You poked his shoulder, “Well you’re nicer than I remember.”

He shrugged, “Time changes a lot of things y/n.”

You walked in comfortable silence for a while. Well he walked, your drunk ass was being carried. You were about to fall asleep when his stiffened, “Hey y/n can I ask you something?”

“Huh? Yeah whatsup?”

His grip around your legs started to tighten, “Why didn’t you use your quirk on me today? I mean you wanted me to do something I didn’t want to. What kept you from using your quirk to make me do it? All it would have taken was a flash of those eyes and a few words and I would have to do whatever you say.”

You let out a loud sigh, “Well for one. How do you know I didn’t? Maybe I’m just sneakier about it now.” He slapped your leg obviously not satisfied with that answer. “Okay chill. I didn’t! I don’t really use that park of my quirk much anymore. I save that for the bad guys. Which you might not be the nicest guy, but you’re definitely not a bad guy.”

He could tell you were fighting sleep as your breathing started to deepen. “What a pair we are. Not the worst, and not a bad guy.”

He managed to get you into his apartment and on to the couch. He got you a glass of water and a blanket. As he was leaving to head to his own room you grabbed his hand. “Hey. Why two weeks?”

If it wasn’t so dark you say he blushed, “That’s just how long my administrative leave is.” His hand ran through his hair, “Let’s just say I was not made for desk duty…” He gave you a smile which warmed your heart while somehow making you very uncomfortable. “Get some sleep y/n, we start operation get Kilo back bright and early.”

“His name is Kiyo!”

“Yeah whatever, stupid name.”

That night you dreamt of the last time you saw Bakugo. You saw your seventeen-year-old self, covered in blood. You saw a cracked reflection in a mirror with glowing purple eyes looking backing at you. You saw-

“Holy SHIT! What the hell is Y/n doing on our couch! BakuBRO! Did you know she was here?”

You groaned at the sudden yelling and bright light coming in through the window. “Kiri can you please shut the fuck up?”

“Oh yeah that’s y/n all right. Seriously Bakugo did you know she was here?”

Bakugo came over with coffee and eggs and placed them on the table in front of you. “Kiri. If we are the only two people who live here. And you didn’t know she was here, then who the fuck do you think let her in?”

Kirishima looked between the two of you, “Damn after all this time and you even made her breakfast?”

After Kiri left for work and you had finished your coffee you looked to the explosive man who was now looking very domestic in the kitchen doing dishes. “Hey, was I drunk, or did you promise to help me find Kiyo?”

Without stopping with his dishwashing, he shrugged, “Yes you were drunk… but yes I also did promise that. I gave you two weeks starting today. So, I suggest you get your ass in gear if you plan to get your money’s worth.”

[thenamesblurrito]

Has Bumblebee visited his "big bro" Orion at the academy? :)

It’s been ages and ages since I got this ask but! I’m finally answering it for Bumblebee week fsdshdsh. Today’s prompt is Hugs!

Bumblebee is small. He knows that. But even Aunty looks tiny next to the enormous security towers of Orion's special school. He tilts his helm back aaaaall the way to see the very top of the towers, letting himself be dragged along by Tracks.

It's Visitor's Day at the Academy and some of the Pax Compact are supposed to be here to visit Orion, but Bumblebee thinks he'd rather have stayed home.

"Come on," Tracks grumbles. "Quit walking so slow."

The entrance to the campus looms before them as Aunty steps inside the welcome center to check them in. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker trail after her, each holding hands with Chase and Heatwave. The threshold of the door is as tall as Bumblebee's knees, and Tracks heaves on his hand to get him up. Bee's plating contracts a little bit upon seeing all the other people inside, a whole mess of group homes and families come to say hello to students. Has he ever been in a space this big before? The echo of metal and chatter and movement swells as they make their way further inside. Tracks is trying to look as aloof and haughty as a little nymph can, so Bee steps on his pede to make him stop.

"Ow! Quit it!"

Bee snickers at Tracks' expression, and so do the other four children when they turn around to look.

"Tracks, would you walk up here with me please?" Aunty asks mildly, still scanning the room for an available help desk.

"I would if Bumblebee would stop being so slow! It's his fault!"

Sideswipe hoots when Tracks stomps his pede on the floor.

"Well then Bumblebee can come up here too." She holds her hand out expectantly.

The other children look back to him. Chase peeps, "Uh oh!"

Oh no. Walk up front with her? With everybody around? Bee would rather stay tucked behind her bulk. He hunches his shoulders but allows Tracks to pull him forward.

"Thank you," Aunty says, prim and satisfied, taking Tracks' hand. Bumblebee is far too short to hold hands but shuffles along next to her anyway, staring resolutely at the ground.

"Who's that?" Heatwave says behind him.

"I dunno. A kid," Sideswipe replies.

"And who's that?"

"I dunno!"

"And who's that?"

"I don't know! Heatwave, we dunno anybody here!"

"We could know people here," Sunstreaker says slyly. "Bet I can make a friend before you."

"Nuh uh!"

"Readysetgo-"

Bumblebee stumbles as the twins dash past him and weave their way towards the closest knot of other children.

"Hey!" Chase squeaks. "That's against the rules!"

Aunty heaves a sigh. They had only just made it to a help desk. "Wait here for a moment, you four, I'll be right back."

Doorwings held flat and optics dim, Bee watches her go forlornly. The only familiar, comforting presence in the whole building, and she left them! The noise level ticks up. Tracks has gotten into an argument with Heatwave and raises his voice to be heard. Bee notices adults standing along the walls, watching over the crowd. One of them is looking in their direction. He shies back.

He doesn't wanna be here with all these strangers!

He glances up at the desk. The staff member there is too busy with another person to have noticed them, so he ducks around the corner of the desk and makes towards the far corner of the room. There's a very fancy-looking setup with placards and holographic pillars of names, but the only thing that matters to Bumblebee is the sparkling sized nook behind the base. He squirms into the little space and folds himself up.

Finally. Some peace and quiet.

It lasts for maybe two minutes before Bee hears pedesteps just outside and groans. Then a face peeks in with wide optics.

"Oh. Hi. Sorry."

It's a nymph he's never seen before, a seeker from what he can see of their frame, with blue paint and pointy helm kibble.

"I didn't know anybody was in here."

Bee wiggles around to face him better. "Why? Are you hiding too?"

The nymph shrugs, bending to sit just outside the little nook. "I dunno. It's loud in here. I don't want anybody to pay attention to me."

"Me too!" Someone sensible at last. Bee likes this person already. "Do you wanna come in here with me?"

"I don't think I'd fit, even by myself." He shrugs again, looking gloomy. "My trine are probably gonna find me eventually anyway."

"That's okay. My name's Bumblebee Pax, what's yours?"

"Dirge Safeguard." Dirge holds out a hand with a very serious expression. They shake solemnly. "Nice to meet you."

Dirge, he finds, is not very chatty, but that's okay. Bee has enough to say for the both of them. The nymph doesn't look like he's condescending to listen to a dumb little sparkling, so he's already a better listener than Tracks. If he's listening at all. He honestly might not be, his expression is flat and his gaze swivels lazily from the room at large to Bee in his nook.

Dirge stiffens a few times, looking up like someone's approaching, and Bee goes quiet until he relaxes again. It would be such a pain if anybody found them there and interrupted them. Unless it was somebody just looking to hide like they are, that would be okay. Oh! They should start a club! Bee isn't too sure what a club is or does but it sounds nice so they should do it. Maybe Dirge could come over to the Pax house sometime and they could be friends.

Again Dirge stiffens and focuses on something coming closer. Bee puts his claws over his mouth. He hears pedesteps approaching and sees a shadow grow on the wall.

Noooo..... why now??

Bumblebee sets his jaw in a pout. He is not going to leave his spot no matter what!

"Hey there," a friendly voice says. "Do you think you could help me?"

Dirge offers a sullen shrug.

"I'm looking for someone, a yellow minibot sparkling."

Bumblebee gasps. It couldn't be...

"He's a grounder frame with doorwings, he should be around here somewhere. Have you seen anyone like that?"

Side-eyeing the little space, Dirge mutters, "Maybe. I dunno."

"If you see him-"

"ORION!!!" Bumblebee shrieks, throwing himself onto Dirge's legs to escape the nook.

Between Dirge flailing in alarm and his own scrabbling to get upright, it takes him a few seconds to get a good glimpse, but there he is. It's Orion, he showed up, he's here!

Bee moves to tackle his pedes in the same instant Orion bends down to grab him, and he ends up hoisted against Orion's chest, shaking with the youngling's laughter.

"There you are! You ran off before I got here, Aunty's been looking for you!"

Clamping his arms around Orion's neck, Bumblebee squeezes him tight and tunes out. Something about Heatwave kicking Tracks in the shin, and Sideswipe tripping a random nymph named Strongarm from the Ambus Compact, and Aunty asking everyone where he might have gone, but he doesn't care very much.

Maybe it was worth it to come here today. Lots of things are worth going through if there's a hug from Orion at the end of it.

[simpz-art-stash]

The Breakdown [LMK]

A moment between MKing and Fang where both  finally regard each other and their relationship as father / daughter  & teacher / student. Tags: LOTS OF FLUFF “Again.” A pained groan escaped Fang as she sat up on her sore butt for the upteenth time. “Can’t we take a break?...My tail hurts…” She whined. She was tired, sweaty, and not at all having any fun. “No.”  MKing replied bluntly, “Get up. You’re never going to win if you stay down.” He replied, arms crossed with that same serious look on his face.

She  pouted and with an exaggerated motion, propped herself back up with the  little wooden staff she’d been using since the start of this whole  training business. The poor thing had seen better days, it was  splintered and worn, to the point she’d had to wrap the base of it in  fabric just to keep her hands from getting blisters. Which at this point  had hardly done much to ease her swelling callouses. And that wasn’t  even counting the last few matches she’d endured under her father’s  lessons. Ever since she’d turned 50 or so, that was when they’d  started this whole routine. He’d told her his reasoning for why she was  here, to grow strong and take by his side as his successor in the  future. She of course agreed to it, being the ever giving child to the  Monkey King. She wanted nothing more than to be just like him. To grow  up big and strong and eventually go on her own journey. Right now however she was struggling just to keep her legs from collapsing as she wiped the sweat off her brow. “Again.” He  commanded, snapping her from her thoughts as her eyes glanced across  the field of the dojo into his. She took a breath to steel her nerves  and charged at him. Remembering what he’d told her, putting force into  each step, and attempting to swing into the strike at the last minute. This time, this time- Her  steps were still just as unbalanced as the last attempt, even with her  stance poised properly, it left her wide open for an attack. Something  MKing had masterfully pulled from his observation in watching her run at  him the way she was now. It was sloppy, unfocused, and it didn’t take  him any time at all to swiftly advert her center of gravity around his  and throw her back. And just as before she found her world  spinning in a blurred mess of colors as she was flung back onto the  ground. This time landing on her side where a loud SNAP was heard. As  soon as he’d heard that noise he’d switched his demeanor in an instant  and rushed over, his brow creased as the dust settled. He first saw the  staff broken in two, its splintered bits laying scattered about. But as  some movement caught his eye, he shifted his attention towards that and  saw her moving to sit up, there wasn’t any screaming or crying so that  was a good sign. “Ah geeze..” He sighed, grateful it hadn’t been anything serious, “Come on let's get you a new one-” “I  DON’T WANNA ANYMORE!” She yelled. Which caused him to jump a little at  her sudden exclamation. His attention now primarily focused on the very  distraught child before him. Upon closer inspection she looked fine,  maybe a lil bruised but nothing a good night's rest couldn’t fix. No,  what really caused him to freeze up was the look on her face. She looked at him with a look of fear.

Now, Wukong was a monkey of many things. A proud warrior,  an old general, a friend and then some. He’d taken on countless battles  and fearsome enemies, with very few able to really strike the fear into  his core. But when it came to being envisioned with a look of  fear, and by his own child no less, it left him in a state of shock he  hadn’t felt in quite some time. In that moment of shell-shock  she’d managed to regain her footing enough to stumble on passed him, her  hands wiping at her face as she ran off. “Fang!” He called out to her, “Sweetpeach, wait- I-” It hadn't taken him long to really find her, one peek with his true sight saw her high up in the old bonsai that had been growing on the ledge of the cavern his little hut resided in. But even so..she didn't look anywhere near ready to deal with him right then so he simply sent out a few of the monkies to keep an eye on her while he went off to pick up some food, think things over. And boy did he think things over, if he thought he overthought things before, his mind was practically buzzing like an angry hive by the time he'd finally made it home. He was pushing her and pushing her and at this point he might as well of pushed her away altogether with the way she left him earlier. It broke his heart..seeing his little girl so distraught. All the while he'd been keeping himself blind to the signs for this reason alone, to make her strong..and himself stronger so that when the time came and something worse happened... He shook his head, he didn't wanna think about something like that when she couldn't even leave the island without his guidance.

He still found her in the same place as before, and exchanged a few glances with some of the older monkies that had been keeping an eye on her. They all seemed pretty huffy with him. 'Well that makes two of us...' He sighed. Passing them and climbing up into the tree, his eyes glancing over at the little ball curled tight around a cute little plush he'd made for her. Minikong, defender of the princess, stared back at Wukong, judging him in all his glory. But he could care less at that point, he had enough guilt to flood the ocean several times over, no his eyes were more keen to meet the current bundle taking resident in the little spot in the tree. "Sweetpeach?..." He spoke softly, as if the slightest wake against her fragile little ball would crumble her. It crumbled something when she flinched at his voice.

He cleared his throat when no answer came, "I uh..brought you some dinner." He rose his arm a little, before he placed down a carefully folded package of sliced fruit, all wrapped together in banana leaves. When she made no real movement to go for the food he sighed, "Come'on bud..throw me a peach here.." He pouted. She made a small noise, her little tail curling around her ankle, as if trying to make herself smaller in hopes he'd just forget about her and leave. "not hungry..." A rumble of her stomach claimed otherwise, which in turn got a small laugh out of Wukong, before he had to remind himself of his manners. "You sure about that?? Could've sworn I heard a rather distinguished appetite.." He hummed a little, his eyes never wavering from her furry little tail. She only seemed to grumble something incomprehensible in return. Creasing Wukong's brow as he tried to formulate a means to break through to her, at least enough to where she wouldn't starve herself... His eyes glanced back to Minikong, looking for pity, before an idea came to mind. "What's that Minikong?? She really isn't hungry?? Well that just won't do! And even after I picked her most favorite ripe fruit too..." He opened up the little ball of leaves, revealing the sweet savory piece's he'd so neatly cut up. He wasn't the best but he made due. "Sure would be a shame to let these spoil so soon..." He gave an overly exaggerated sigh, "I suppose that just means I'll have to eat them aaaaall by myself.." His eyes gave a side glance to the slight shuffle beside him. "Every.Last.Piece." "Nooo!!" Fang whined aloud suddenly, her movements jostling the branch she'd taken up residence on. Prompting Wukong to collect the rest of the snack before it met an untimely end to the monkies below. "Hmm?" Wukong quirked a brow back at her, hovering a piece dangerously close to his mouth all the same though. "Nonono!!" She smacked at his arm with Minikong, the traitor taking up arms against their king. "Woah kiddo I was just kidding!-" “Please don’t hate me. I know I can get better! Just train me more!” He froze, the piece in his hand lowering altogether as he turned to look at her altogether and her poor puffy face. Then it clicked. "Sweetpeach..." "I wanna get better, I wanna be strong, but it's hard!! I'm sorry!!" She stared tearing up again, her hands wiping at those big blue eyes of hers as she broke down. "I'm sorry, I'll get stronger, just don't leave me daddy!!" She bawled. And that right there shook Wukong's heart to the core, prompting him to drop what little fruit he had in hand before he finally took her into his arms. Cradling her and trying to soothe her cries. "Shh shh..hey it's okay.." He sighed, commending all those mother's and father's out there for having the strength to last as long as they did with this whole parenting thing...he could only imagine how the hell DBK dealt with it when he'd still been around. When her crying finally seemed to calm down he simply stayed with her like that for a bit, letting his hands comb through her hair while she sat curled up in his lap, so small to the rest of the world was she. He wanted to keep her safe from that world, that terrible merciless expanse that sought to take just as much as it gave. He wanted her to be strong, to keep safe, but he also wanted her to be happy...and what kind of father would he be to fail his own daughter if she wasn't any of those things? "I would never leave you behind...never for the remainder of eternity would I ever think of doing that to you." He softly stated, "I'm sorry I've been so hard on you..I didn't mean to push you as much as I did I just..." He sighed, "I just wanted to make sure that you would be ready. More than I was when I had to face the world and it's many painful lessons..." A sniffle escaped Fang then, her hands gripping at his shirt, before she shifted up a little, enough to look up at him, "Is that why you've been so scary?..." She sniffled, hiccuping a little, "Because..the world is scary..?" She blinked. His face grimaced, trying to keep it together for her sake, he brought his hand up and brushed a few stray tears off her cheek with his thumb. "I guess you could say that..." "I don't wanna..." Her face twisted into a sad frown, a threatening bout of tears pooled along the edges of her eyes despite the snot already running. "I don't wanna face the world if I can't have you with me anymore..." There it was, that remorseful little sliver of guilt that had been biting away at his core for the last few months, finally breaking through his stone ridden skin and jabbing him right in the heart. She'd been doing this for him. Pushing herself for him. To be the successor he told her she'd grow to be one day. She'd been so amped up, so happy to know she had a future to look forward to under his guidance. But that had been back when she was still a child, no better aware of her knowledge of the way things worked more than he did with the humans and their ever-growing fondness for technology. "I'm so sorry I made you feel that way sweetpeach...You don't have to be my successor if you don't want to.." "B-but I do!! I wanna make you proud!!.." She exclaimed, grabbing onto his shirt, "Be strong like you.." "Fang.." He called her name, prompting her to stiffen, he never used that name unless it was serious business. "I'm already proud of you...You've come so far with your training, even if you can't see it, you've already mastered plenty of martial arts! Took me years to find a good starting point and even then I had to fight just to get a teacher as good as myself." He hugged her close, "You don't need to be my successor for me to be proud of you OR to live here, you'll still be my little sweetpeach all the same..." He smiled down at her, easing her fears finally. "Whether you like it or not-" A squeal rang out of her when he lifted her up and began to smother her with kisses. "Stooop!!" She laughed, squirming like a fish out of water as he tickled her silly. "Stoppit!! That tickles!!" "I should hope so! Had me worried all day!!" He grinned, before heard a growl from her, his brow perking up. "Oh? Does the princess have her appetite back finally??" He smirked, finally putting her back down. Before his tail finally put down the bundle of leaves he'd been holding onto and allowed her to pick out the more juicy piece's she liked. "Go on then, I don't want you complain'n later that you missed dinner." He ruffled her hair a little and sat back. "Thank you daddy.." Her voice replied, a little muffled from the mouthful of food she had, but glazed with a sweetness that coated his heart with a sugary glaze that left him warm inside. "Of course bud..."

[lavishedinjimin]

bts reaction -> you’re so submissive that it turns him on

just a liittle something something <3

Namjoon:

“Fucking hell, look at you,” he groans, watching how your legs quivered and shake just after your second orgasm of the night. His cock was dripping with precum and it twitches whenever you let out a whimper. He hovers above you as his fingers were still rubbing your wet pussy.

“O-oh,” you mewled when he flicks your sensitive, little clit.

Namjoon smirks, liking your reaction. “You’re so fucking sensitive already, baby girl. Your body reacts to even the slightest bit of pleasure, hmm?” he brings his hand up to pinch your hard nipples, tugging on them maliciously. You couldn’t help how your eyes rolled back from the pleasure and pain. “I love how you let me control your body, sweetheart.”

Seokjin:

Jin had all of the boys over for the night and you were cuddled up beside him on the couch. Everyone was drunk from drinking too much beer, the movie completely forgotten in the background. Your boyfriend’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders as he kept you close to him, feeling his warmth throughout your body.

“Y/n looks so cute hugging Seokjin-hyung like that.” Taehyung chuckles as he looks at how your knees were tucked up in front of your chest, your arms around Seokjin’s body. Everyone immediately directs their attention at you, making your cheeks blush. “Like a baby clinging onto her daddy.”

Taehyung’s words cause a series of ‘ooooh!’s around the living room. You couldn’t help but blush even more and croon your face into Seokjin’s shoulder. Your boyfriend chuckles and tugs your body tighter, “Taehyung’s words sounded too familiar, huh?”

Yoongi:

“On your knees, little girl. Don’t make me ask again.”

He feels his cock twitch with how fast you obey him, your knees hitting the ground, finally being face to face with his clothed dick. “Oh, darling,” he coos, stroking your left cheek gently with his thumb. “You look so fucking pretty like this. Shit,” he curses when he sees the way you look up at him with your big, innocent eyes.

Yoongi growls as he pushes his boxers down, letting his dick spring free. You gasp when you felt the tip of his dick hit your cheek. “Mhmm, babygirl likes what she sees?” He teases, stroking his cock. Your mouth waters at the sight of him, feeling so powerless in this given situation.

“I want you to look at me while I fuck this little mouth, okay? I don’t fucking care if you choke or gag, I wanna see tears dripping down your cheek.” You whimper at his filthy words, feeling your pussy clench around nothing. He prods the tip of his cock against your lips, “Open.”

Hoseok:

Hoseok was smirking, running his tongue along his lips as he was backing you slowly against the wall. He was towering over your frail body, watching how you gulp, how your eyes were desperately trying to find a way out, how your hands were getting sweaty. He loves the effect he has on you. It turns him on to see how much your body reacts to the simplest actions he makes.

“Now, now, baby. You’re in so much fucking trouble, you have nowhere to hide.”

He keeps walking until you hit the wall behind you. You whimper when he suddenly forces his body on yours, pinning your wrists against the cold cement. His mouth ghosts against your neck, his lips barely grazing on your skin yet the feeling was getting too much for you to handle. He growls, and that sent a shiver to run down your spine.

“You want to make it up to me baby girl?” he rasps, and you quickly nod your head up and down.

“Aww, princess. You know that I won't go easy on you, right?” You look up at him with a confused look, “W-what?”

He chuckles, shaking his head, “I’m gonna use that cute body of yours until I get satisfied, baby. Gonna fuck you senseless until you learned your lesson, clear?”

Jimin:

Jimin starts circling your little figure, walking around as he pretends to ponder, “Hmm, what shall I do with you tonight, my little kitten?” he smirks, watching how you hang your head down in shame. If it wasn’t for the gag that was wrapped around your mouth, you couldn’t beg for him to let you go and to forgive you. But that wasn’t the case. Jimin likes seeing you like this – so torn and desperate.

“Maybe if you shouldn’t have been such a fucking brat all day—” he stops behind you to grab a bunch of your hair and tugs it back harshly, “—you wouldn’t be on this position.” You let out a loud whimper, your eyes starting to water as you looked up at him. You started pleading with your eyes, a little bit of saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth.

Jimin moves in front of you and crouches down so the two of you were now eye-level. “Oh,” he cooed, wiping the saliva off of your chin and places the finger inside his mouth. He removes the gag and you let out a loud gasp. “Please please please please, I-I’m sorry,” you begged, “please let me m-make it up to you!”

Jimin tuts, “Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast baby,” he shakes his head with a smile, amused. “I’m not going to let you go so easily, not when you look…” he stops a moment to rake your body up and down. He momentarily growls and rolls his eyes back, “Not when you look so fucking submissive for me.”

Taehyung:

“I’m sorry, Mr. Hyun, that I wasn’t able to send you the files yesterday but I assure you that… Oh, yes, yes of course. No, sir, I won’t let you down. Yes, I promise… N-No sir, it won’t happen again.”

You groaned, getting more annoyed as minutes pass by and Taehyung was still having a call with his boss. You watch him leaning over the counter, brushing his hair back from the frustration.

But you were convinced that you are more frustrated than he is.

With a groan, you stood up from the couch, Riverdale long forgotten as you strode towards him. “Taehyung!” you whined, tugging at his shirt, “Please…”

He looks at you with warning eyes, “Yes, sir, exactly nine o’clock…”

“Tae, notice me!” you kept whining, tugging on his arm. “This isn’t fair, you’re working aaaaall daaaaay looonggg!”

“Thank you sir, I’ll call you back—”

“Taehyung come on—”

In a quick motion, your boyfriend ends the call and slams his phone on the counter. He grips your arms and presses your body firmly against his. He leans down to your ear, harshly biting on the shell of your ear, “You fuckin’ brat,” he chuckles, “you can’t even fucking wait for Daddy to finish his call, huh? Is that how much of a needy little bitch you are?”

You wanted to crawl into a little ball by the choice of his words and tone, making you feel small. Taehyung looks at you like he’s about to eat you alive. Taehyung roughly lifts you up and slams you against a nearby wall, his hot breath fanning against your face. “Clingy little girl you are. You want attention?” He wraps a hand around your throat, making you mewl. Taehyung’s cock twitches from the sight of you already falling into submission. “I’ll give you attention, baby.”

Jungkook:

“O-oh, you’re back,” you mutter, eyes locking with a very sweaty Jungkook who just came back from the gym. You gulp a big knot in your throat as you raked his body up and down, seeing him shirtless with his drenched muscle-tee hanging on his neck. Jungkook smirks as he downs a bottle of water.

You involuntarily rub your thighs together, watching how tiny little beads of sweat were dripping down his exposed abs, his hair shaggy and damp as some strands would cover his eyes, how his biceps flexed whenever he drank, the veins in his arms protruding from his extreme workout routine. All of these things made you wet and horny, and he fucking knows it.

Jungkook lifts a brow up teasingly as he prods his tongue on the inside of his cheek. He walks closer to you slowly, and you instinctively walk back. He chuckles, “Why the big eyes, my little one? Hmm?” he reaches an arm out to grab you and force you onto him. Your bodies were now pressing together and you find yourself hard to breathe. He towers over you, looking down at your flushed cheeks. “You like what you see, don’t you?”

He grabs a hold of one of your wrist and places your hand on his chest. You gulp as he starts to drag it down slowly down his body, down his pecs, and onto his hard abs. He chuckles at your reaction, watching you bite your lip as you tried to prevent a moan. With his other hand, he cups your right cheek and prods his thumb inside your mouth, and you instantly suck on his digit with a whimper. “Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking adorable.” He leans down to your ear, “Makes me wanna fuck you crazy.”