#not when he won’t stop barking when i came from a room INSIDE THE HOUSE into the common space

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The Voice, Part 1 of 2.

Summary: After the events of Loki allowing Jotuns into Asgard and finding out his true heritage, as punishment for trying to kill Odin and Thor, he’s sent to the far end quarters of the house of Odin, stuck in his Jotun form, until Odin deems him worthy enough of being allowed back into society. When Princess Halle visits Asgard with her parents for a few months, in search of a Prince to be wed to, she finds Loki and they form an unlikely relationship.

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Halle wandered through the house of Odin late one evening, she’d just been in the hall with many Asgardians plus guests from other realms, mainly Princes, before she managed to excuse herself from the party. She wasn’t fond of big gatherings, but now as she made her way back to her chambers, she found herself a bit lost.

She made her way through the winding corridors and came to an area of the palace she really didn’t recognise.

‘I’m definitely lost now.’ She sighed to herself.

There was a large golden door she came across with intricate runes on it, she saw a bit of light emanating from under the doorway. She knocked loudly, hoping someone was there and she could ask for directions, but no one answered.

She figured it maybe wasn’t anyone’s chambers, since it was a strange door compared to the rest. Giving it a push, the door creaked open and she peeked inside. Her eyes widened as she took in the room, it was a library, there was a fire roaring at the side with a chair, and only a small gentle lamp on a small table by the chair.

‘Hello?’ She called out and took a few steps into the room.

She noticed the library was a bit dusty and looked like it needed some TLC. There must’ve been about a thousand books in there, though.

‘What are you doing in here?’ A voice growled at her from behind a bookshelf.

She jumped and looked in the direction of the voice. ‘I… I’m sorry… I’ve gotten myself lost.’

‘Well, you won’t find what you’re looking for in here.’ The voice snarled at her.

‘Is there any chance you can direct me back to the main hall? Or the guest chambers?’ She asked and began walking towards the bookshelf where the voice was coming from.

‘No.’

She stopped in her tracks. ‘Oh… Ok… Well, thanks for nothing, I guess.’ She scoffed and turned around to leave.

‘Wait.’ The deep voice barked at her. ‘You’re Princess Halle from Midgard, are you not?’

‘That’s me.’ She confirmed, turning back around.

‘Shouldn’t you be at the party?’

‘I left early. Being around people isn’t really my thing.’ She shrugged. ‘I was trying to get back to my chambers, but got lost.’

‘I can relate…’ The voice hummed. ‘Turn left when you leave here, at the end of the corridor take another left, then the second right. It’ll take you back to where you need to be.’

Halle felt so much relief now having directions. ‘Thank you… What’s your name?’

‘My name isn’t important.’

Halle frowned a bit, but figured she’d best leave. She thanked the voice again, then made her way out of the library and headed in the directions she’d been given. She found herself back at the guests’ quarters, and managed to find her room with ease from there.

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The next day, she couldn’t stop thinking about the suspicious voice from the library. Though she discovered it must be an old library, because she was shown the proper library that day, which was ten times bigger and it was bright and airy.

She had an idea mid-afternoon, she managed to excuse herself from afternoon tea with her mother and Frigga. Instead, she grabbed one of her favourite books from her chambers, then tried to find her way back to the abandoned library.

After re-tracing her steps, and making one or two wrong turns, she found the familiar golden door. She knocked a few times, but there was no answer like last night. She ended up letting herself in, the fire was still going and it was cosy.

‘Hello? Are you here? The voice from last night?’ She called out as she walked over towards the fireplace.

‘What do you want?’ The voice rumbled at her, from behind a bookcase again.

‘I uh, just wanted to say thank you for helping me out last night. I also brought a gift.’ She held up the book she’d brought, then placed it down on the table.

‘Why would you bring me a gift?’

Halle shrugged. ‘You helped me out. Besides, I’ve read it a few times now. I thought a fellow book lover might enjoy it.’

‘What makes you think I’m a book lover?’

‘You’re hiding out in a library.’ Halle commented and folded her arms across her chest.

‘So?’

‘Well, you were here last night and are still here today. I’d think that would make you a bookworm.’

The voice chuckled a little, sending a nice little shiver down her spine. She liked the voice, it was smooth and charming. She just wished she could see who the voice belonged to.

‘I guess you’ve caught me.’

‘Well, I hope you like the book.’ She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. ‘It’s from Midgard. I figured you’ve maybe not read it.’

‘Do you miss Midgard?’

Halle perched on the arm of the chair, looking in the direction of the voice. ‘Not really. It’s beautiful here, all the realms we’ve been to so far have been, but Asgard is something else.’

The voice chuckled again lightly. ‘The realm I’m from is far from beautiful.’

‘You’re not from here?’ Halle asked.

‘No… You don’t want to know where I’m from.’

‘Try me?’

‘No.’ The voice said firmly.

‘Alright… well, I guess I better be getting back. Thanks again for the directions last night.’ Halle stood and made her way over to the door.

‘Thank you… for the book.’ The voice called to her.

‘You’re welcome.’ She smiled over her shoulder.

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Two days later, Halle heard a knock on her chamber’s door. When she went to see who it was, she was confused as there was no one there. Though she looked down and found a book by the door, with a note stuck to it.

I am engrossed in the book you gifted me, can’t put it down. As thanks, I thought you might like this one from my library.

Halle had a goofy smile on her face as she took the book into her chambers to read it straight away.

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She visited the voice a few times over the following week, just for short periods of time, very brief conversation every visit. Plus, they continued to exchange books.

It was late one morning when she visited again. As usual, she knocked but there was no answer until she walked in and she heard the voice in his usual hiding place.

‘What’s a Midgardian Princess doing spending so much time in a stuffy old library with something she hasn’t even seen the face of? Aren’t you supposed to be mingling with Thor and the other Princes of the realms?’

‘I’m supposed to be, yeah. I don’t want to, though. My parents are so desperate for me to wed a Prince, of any realm. I just haven’t clicked with any of them though. They’re all so stuck up and showing off.’ She sighed.

She was leaning against the chair by the fire place.

‘Parents are often quite fond of pawning off their kids for their own gain, huh?’

‘Sure are.’ Halle nodded. ‘Hey, you know quite a bit about me… but I don’t know anything about you, apart from your voice and you like books. I don’t think that’s very fair? Why don’t you come out so I can see you?’

‘You don’t want to see me.’

‘I do.’ Halle said determinedly.

The voice chuckled. ‘You’ll be scared, and you’ll run away.’

‘No, I won’t… Come on, please?’ Halle pleaded.

The voice sighed.

‘Very well. As you wish… Princess.’ He said reluctantly.

Halle’s heart began racing with excitement as she heard heavy footsteps walking down the book aisle. Then, finally, a figure emerged into the light on front of her.

Her eyes widened as she craned her neck to look up at the giant being. A Jotun. He was just over seven feet tall, had long black hair and the most beautiful piercing red eyes. His markings were prominent on his cheeks. Though while he was a Jotun, he wore Asgardian clothes.

Then it suddenly dawned on her who this was.

‘Loki!’ She gasped out.

Loki raised an eyebrow. ‘You’ve heard of me?’

She quickly curtseyed and bowed her head. ‘Prince Loki… I’m sorry, please forgive my rudeness this week… I had no idea it was you.’ She blurted out quickly.

Loki frowned in confusion. It had been a long time since anyone had classed him as a Prince.

He stepped closer to her and reached out, gently cupping her chin to raise her face up to him. Her cheeks turned a little red, even though his touch was cold.

‘How do you know who I am?’

‘Of course, everyone knows about you… the two Prince’s of Asgard. There were then rumours about you, about what happened. I heard many versions, though I heard one where you were actually a Jotun. I didn’t know what to believe… until now. You still look similar to old paintings I’ve seen of you and Thor.’ She rambled quickly.

Loki was surprised as he dropped his hand. ‘You don’t fear me?’

It was Halle’s turn to look confused. ‘No… Should I?’

Loki laughed and shook his head as he walked across the room, hands behind his back as he started pacing. ‘Probably. I’ve been told my whole life that Jotuns are monsters, to be feared. To then discover I am one. I tried to kill Odin, did you know that?’

Halle nodded. ‘And Thor.’ She whispered.

Loki nodded and smirked a bit. ‘Yet, you’re still not running.’

‘Well… With all due respect, if you were going to try and kill me, I think you’d have done it by now. I’m merely a human, after all. If you wanted to hurt me, running would do nothing. You’d catch me in seconds.’

Loki paused and glanced over at her in slight wonder.

‘Besides… you’ve been kind to me. I have no reason to be scared.’ Halle shrugged and clasped her hands together on front of her. ‘I’ve come to enjoy coming here, to talk to you… The voice. It’s nice and peaceful here, plus I like talking about books with you.’

Loki slowly walked back over to her, taking large deliberate steps, till he was right on front of her. She had to crane her neck a bit to look up at him, her breathing deepened a bit, but not with fear.

‘Do you not find me repulsive?’ Loki asked.

Halle shook her head and Loki noticed her cheeks turned red again as she looked upon his markings on his hands and face.

‘On the contrary… I think you’re… rather beautiful.’ She whispered shyly.

Loki’s eyebrows shot upwards in surprise. ‘What?’ He laughed. ‘A pretty Princess such as yourself, should not be finding a monster like me, beautiful.’

Halle frowned. ‘You’re not a monster. You’re a Jotun. They’re not monsters, just another living being. Like Asgardians and Midgardians are different. Or Vanir, or any of the other hundreds of species in the universe.’

Loki tilted his head slightly. He couldn’t wrap his head around why this little human wasn’t just screaming and running for her life from him, like most people did.

He was snapped from his thoughts when he could hear someone down the corridor, shouting for Halle. People were looking for her.

‘You best get going. I can hear them looking for you.’ Loki coughed to clear his throat and he stepped aside.

‘Oh, great. No doubt trying to get me out horse riding with Thor.’ She scoffed.

‘Rather you than me.’ Loki chuckled a little.

‘I’ll be back tonight… If that’s ok?’ Halle asked Loki when she paused at the door.

Loki looked surprised yet again. He nodded once.

‘If you’ve not come to your senses by then, I shall await your return.’ He said softly, with the smallest hint of a smile on his face.

‘I already have come to my senses.’ Halle smiled brightly at him. ‘I’ll see you later.’ She promised.

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Bark like you want it! -Ch. 8~AU Demon Slayer~

And bounce I did. I felt Kyojuro’s cock twitch inside me as I bounced my body rough and hard on him. I was a twenty-two-year-old college student, I never said I made good decisions. The room was filled with pants and moans as Kyojuro’s grip on my hips tightened.

“Fuck just like that, don’t stop! Don’t stop!” he moaned bucking his hips up inside me at a savage pace. My head fell back as I ground my hips into him hard. Fuck he felt amazing. I feel his body sit up and he leans in sinking his teeth lightly into my left nipple. My body bucked hard as his tongue rolled around my sensitive bud. My arms locked around him feeling my body on fire.

“God!” I cried out as we kept moving together.

“Fuck you’re squeezing me real tight Yara! I was hoping to pull out, but I don’t think your pussy will let me!” he moaned out. He pushed me back onto my bed and leaned up, throwing my leg over his shoulder and pistoning into me. I gripped the sheets in a vice grip. He was so deep. “Shit I don’t think I’d ever pull out anyways.”

His breathing was ragged, and I looked up at him with cloudy eyes.

“The fuck you mean -aah!” I cry out feeling my body moving up and down with his thrusts. I noticed the dark look in his eyes as he stared down at me almost like he was looking into my soul.

“I’ll keep ravaging your body, coating your puffy walls with my cum over and over until you realize that you belong to me!” he snapped his mouth coming to take my toes into his mouth sucking and rolling his tongue over my digits. I groan feeling my body tremble from his words.

“Kyo- please! Don’t talk like that!” I beg. Not only did his words arouse me, but I was also refusing to see it further than just pillow talk. I won’t give myself to one man!

“Why not? Do my words turn you on more? Your pussy is gushing now! I think you want me to keep claiming you!” he pants raggedly, his hip movements became ragged faltering some and his eyes shut tight. “I’m gonna cum.” I whimpered at his words burying my face into the blankets. I feel his fingers come to run sloppy circles around my clit. I yelled out blissfully as the jolts of electricity vibrated through my stomach and into my body. Our moans combined and grew more needy together until Kyojuro finally pushed himself deep into me, holding himself there as he came hard. I felt my walls begin to clench and suction.

“Yeah, that’s right, milk my dick. Take it all.” he said roughly in my ear. He gently humped against me riding out orgasms until he finally collapsed on me. We fell asleep with our heads at the foot of the bed, our own body warmth keeping us comfortable. When I awoke the next morning, my eyes connected with Kyojuro’s skin as he held me close. I let out a breathy sigh.

“Fuck…”

The weekend was spent with all of Kyojuro’s friends coming over and hanging out. I felt suffocated by them since they wanted me to hang out with them as well. I felt it would make things too awkward if I decided to just distance myself now. It was best to wait until school started.

I went to our school’s student service lounge where those who were in student housing went to pay bills or ask for help. I approached the young man at the desk.

“Hi. I was wanting some information about changing to a new student apartment?” I asked. The boy pushed his glasses to his face.

“Okay so usually, our policy is if you want to swap apartments you have to wait until the new semester.” he said. I winced.

“What if it’s an emergency. Something is going on with my roommates?” I asked. I felt a pang of guilt making it seem like Shinobu and Mitsuri were the problem. The boy nodded.

“If that the case, you can go online and submit an urgent student transfer request.” he said moving to write some information on a piece of a paper and hand it to me. “This is where you can go on our student portal to fill it out. Someone will reach out to you in two to three business days about the transition.”

I nod in thanks and turn moving down the hall and tucking the piece of paper in my pocket. As I made my way down the hall, I suddenly feel a soft slender hand snap over my mouth and before I know it I’m pulled inside one of the study lounges. The door is closed and I look over to see Makio and Suma holding my arms and Hinatsuru’s hand slid off my neck. But what really freaked me out was Tengen sitting across the room in the dark like a damn bond villain.

“What the hell, guys! You scared me half to death!” I replied only to feel Makio’s hand roam over my body as if patting me down. “Hey! What the hell!”

Her hands distracted me from Suma’s hand in my pocket which made me gasp as she pulled the note from my pocket. She moved over to Tengen and handed him the paper. I winced as theremaining girls stepped away from me.

Tengen took the paper and looked at it before he leaned forward with a smirk standing up and approaching.

“Thanks girls. Why don’t you give me and Yara a moment alone so we can talk.” he said. The three women smile and each one pecks him on the lips before leaving. I watched in confusion as Tengen now approached looming over me, his hand crumbling up the piece of paper. I was tense at the motion and look up at him as he looked at me with almost disappointment.

“You’re trying to move out of your apartment, Yara? That doesn’t seem like you. Did you and Shinobu and Mitsuri get into a fight?” he questioned. This guy knew nothing about me! I just cleared my throat and looked away not liking his large stature looming over me

“It’s none of your business Tengen.” I said. I feel his hand grip my cheek and force me to look at him.

“Oh? It’s my business when our girls are fighting to the point you want to move out” he said. I wince against his hold trying to push his chest off me.

“Who do you think you are! Let me go or I’ll scream-” I then feel a tight hand around my throat, and I gasp, my entire body freezing up as his dark eyes loomed into mine.

“I assure you screaming will not help you in this case.” he said darkly. Now fear spread over my face and before I knew it, I was face down into the table with his hand firmly on the back of my neck. I whimpered feeling completely paralyzed under the strength of his hand. I feel his other hand on my hip raising my bottom up. “So here’s how it’s going to go? You’re going to answer my question and the longer you take to do so, the more things I’m going to do to you.”

“What- aah” I yelped as I felt his hand smack my right ass cheek.

“I like the way you moan Yara…” he said. Oh I know he was not doing this right now! I feel his hand move around to the front of my pants, unbutton them and unzip them.

“Tengen stop!” I said in panic as his hands begin to pull them down. Suddenly the door opens, and I gasp, wondering who was coming in.

“Oh, good we’re right on time.” Obanai?

My chest tightens as I notice Obanai and Giyu moving around the table, and I shiver hard.

“Wouldn’t want to miss the interrogation.” Giyu said. Was that excitement in his eyes. It was brief but I definitely saw it. I feel Tengen’s hands gently began to rub over my now semi bare ass cheek. It was gentle and sensual.

“Listen Yara, we care about Kyojuro and we know he cares about you. It just seems you need some convincing that we all care about you too.” Tengen said warmly.

“You can’t be serious.” I whispered.

“Like I said… the longer you take to answer my questions the more things I’m going to do to you.” He reminded.

This isn’t happening… THIS ISN’T FUCKING HAPPENING!

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Author's notes

I'm trying to decide if i should hold back in the next chapter or just rip the bandaid off and go all out.

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Burden of Proof (Epilogue)

WORD COUNT: 3308 WARNINGS: Time jump, fluff, so much fluff, children, babies, family, postpartum discussion

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Steve stood on the deck, mug of coffee in his hand. The lake was calm this morning, and a few ducks were floating lazily over the surface of the water. He took a sip as a crisp breeze ruffled his hair, the coffee warming his chest. He glanced back at the house when he heard a bark, taking another sip of his coffee as he walked back up the deck, around the wrap-around porch. . 

The pit mix you’d fallen in love with at the shelter was sitting near the front steps, tail swishing back and forth along the wood. He gave a doggy smile as Steve walked up, preening under the scratches Steve gave his ears. 

“What is it, boy? You hear something?”

He gave a quiet bark, tail never slowing. Steve shook his head, setting his now-empty mug on the bench near the door. The dog gave a whine and Steve crouched down, holding the dog back and petting him as a car could be heard, leaves crunching under the tires. The car came to a stop near the house, at the path that could be considered the driveway. Steve straightened and stuck his hands in his pockets, watching as Tony climbed from the driver’s seat of the car. He stood with the door open for a moment, eyes meeting Steve’s before glancing at the dog beside him. Tony shook his head as a smile came to his lips, and he shut his door, then opened the one behind him. 

“Unca Steeb!”

Steve gave a quiet laugh as the little girl wrestled her way down from Tony’s arms, running to the steps, bending over to climb up with both hands and feet. She ran to Steve, who knelt and gathered her in his arms, hugging her. 

“Hey, Morgan. I’m glad you could come visit.”

She turned away from him and went to the dog, where three voices called out “gentle” as her little hand brushed over the dog’s fur. 

“Yook, Daddy! He wikes me! Him’s tail’s wagging.”

Tony’s smile was warm and his eyes were full of love as he nodded. 

“I see. Gentle, M. Don’t pull on his tail.” “I not.”

Tony held Pepper’s hand as they walked up the front steps, each giving Steve a hug, him kissing Pepper’s cheek. 

“Unca Steeb, can I pway wif Eli?”

They turned at the sound of a knock on the door, Steve smiling widely when he saw the little boy with dark hair, his smiling face pressed against the glass. He walked over and turned the knob, and the boy ran out, running to Tony, who knelt and let out a grunt when he caught the full force of the child. 

“Hey, Eli.” “Hey Unca Tony!”

He pursed his lips and Pepper leaned down, putting her cheek in his reach. 

“Hey Aunt Pep.” “Hello, my love.” “Daddy, Mommy wants you.”

Steve nodded, taking his cup from the bench as Tony stood up with Eli in his arm. 

“Come, children. Backyard time.”

Eli and Morgan cheered, Morgan slipping her hand in Tony’s free one as they slowly walked around the porch towards the swingset in the backyard. Steve motioned with his head and Pepper followed him inside. They went into the kitchen, where he put his mug in the sink. 

“Coffee’s fresh. Make yourself at home.”

Steve rubbed a hand over her back as he left the room, jogging up the stairs and gently pushing the bedroom door open. 

“Honey?” “In here.”

He walked into the bathroom, a smile coming to his lips when he saw you slowly pacing the space, gently patting the baby on your shoulder. You shook your head. 

“I am desperate for a shower and she won’t let me put her down.”

Steve walked over, taking the baby from you, settling her against his chest. 

“Now why would you ever need to put her down?”

You rolled your eyes, watching your newborn daughter snuggle up to her father, his hand on her back almost bigger than she was.  

“She’s going to be so spoiled, Steve.” “It’ll be alright.”

You rolled your eyes again, slipping out of your robe and groaning as you stepped into the warm spray of the shower. You laid your hands against the wall and let the water roll over you, and Steve quickly left the room. He found Pepper in the kitchen with a mug to her lips, but her eyes quickly lit up when she saw him, mug going to the counter. 

“Can you watch her for like twenty minutes?” “Give me that baby and go away.”

Steve laughed as he passed his daughter to Pepper, who cooed and gently bounced her. 

“Hello, sweetheart. Yes ma’am.”

Steve quickly made his way back up the stairs, locking the bedroom door and pulling his shirt off as he stepped back into the bathroom. You turned in the shower, seeing him undressing through the glass door. 

“What are you doing?” “Pep and Tony are here. Tony’s got the kids in the backyard and Pep’s got the baby. I need twenty minutes alone with my wife.”

You smiled as he stepped into the shower, one arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you close, other hand pressing against the shower wall as he kissed you. You sighed as you kissed him, relaxing into him and looping your arms around his neck. 

“It hasn’t been six weeks yet.” “I don’t need that. I just need you.”

You gave a soft whimper as he kissed you again, turning you to face the water, his wide chest touching your back. You leaned back against him, head on his shoulder. He grabbed the loofah and squirted some soap on it, gently trailing the suds all over your body. You kept your eyes closed and gave soft moans when his bare hand started following the loofah, rubbing in the suds. He paid careful, gentle attention to the scar on your lower belly, enough to almost bring tears to your eyes. 

“Have I told you how much I love you?”

You smiled, eyes still closed.

“Not today, I don’t think.” “Well, shame on me.”

You leaned back against him as he hung the loofah back up, and he helped the water cascade over your body, washing away the suds. He turned you to face him, rinsing your back, smiling softly when you stepped closer and wrapped your arms around him. Your voice was soft, barely whispered in his ear. 

“I love you.” “I adore you.”

He cradled your face in his hands as he kissed you, and you sighed into his kiss. He pulled back enough to rest his forehead against yours, fingers gently scratching up and down your back. 

“I think Eli was talking about how much he’d love some cookies.” “Oh, Eli was, was he?”

Steve shrugged as you gave a soft laugh. You let your hands roll over his shoulders. 

“Is Tony here to get the latest paintings?” “Partly yes, mainly to see the babies.” “Of course.” “But he did bring Pep and Morgan, so …”

You shook your head, a soft smile on your lips. 

“So truthfully, everybody would like some cookies.” “You are a genius, my love.”

You laughed, pulling back enough to make him lift his head, kissing him when he was in your reach. The kiss was slow, passionate, but not as heated as it could have been. Steve kissed from your lips down your neck, and you moaned when his hand gently cupped your breast. He lifted his head, meeting your eyes. 

“Too much?”

You quickly shook your head and he smiled as he leaned to kiss your lips again. You ran your hand through his wet hair and he smiled, holding and kissing you under the shower spray. 

“Do you ever regret it?”

Steve turned from the mirror, where he’d been trimming his beard. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, and you had your robe on, your hair twisted up in a towel. He shook his head and you motioned with a hand. He set the trimmer aside and turned to rest against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. Your eyes went to the ring on his left hand and you smiled as he spoke. 

“Yes and no.”

You met his eyes, neither of you moving from where you were standing. After a moment, he spoke again. 

“I regret that Brock got to you. But if he hadn’t, you and I wouldn't have gotten together in the trial. I hate what you went through, what that bastard put you through, but then again, it brought you to me.”

You nodded, and he spoke softly. 

“Do you?”

You smiled, speaking just as softly. 

“Yes and no.”

Steve smiled as you explained. 

“I regret those fifteen years we weren’t together, but if it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t have you. And even if I did, we might not have our son and daughter and I can’t imagine my life without them. Or you.”

Steve chuckled low. 

“Keep on and we’ll have a third.”

You gave a sharp laugh. 

“No sir, we are taking a break and we will revisit that proposal at a later date.”

Steve chuckled again, letting his arms fall. 

“Yes ma’am. You’re the boss.”

You walked over to him, smiling when he gently pulled the towel from your hair. He played with it just a bit, leaning to grab your comb, then moving to stand behind you. He spoke softly as he gently combed your hair, and your eyes closed. 

“If you’re talking about anything else, no. I have no regrets. I don’t regret leaving the City. Sometimes I think I miss being an attorney, but then I wake up in the middle of the night with the baby, or have to double check there are no monsters under Eli’s bed, or those rare occasions we sleep in past sunrise and I wake up with you asleep on my chest and I realize … we’ve got a damn good life here.”

You looked in the mirror to see him focused on pushing the comb through your hair and you reached up, grabbing hold of his wrist. He met your eyes in the mirror, smiling as he shifted to use his free hand to thumb away a tear from your cheek. 

“I love you and the life we’ve built here. I love our children, and I adore you for giving them to me. You’ve made my dreams come true, dreams I didn’t even realize I had.”

You nodded as he brushed away another tear. 

“It’s what I never knew I always wanted. This life here with you and our kids. And the dog.” “You mean the kids’ security detail?”

Steve rolled his eyes as you laughed. The two of you had rescued the dog while you were pregnant with Eli, and while he was still considered a puppy and had the energy to show it, the dog was the gentlest creature with both of your babies. 

Steve nodded, meeting your eyes again. 

“It’s a good life.”

You turned to face him as he reached around you to set the comb on the counter. You slid your hands up his chest and around his neck, and he untied your robe, slipping his hands beneath to rest on your hips. 

“Steve.” “You’re beautiful. You’re a fucking goddess and I worship at your feet.”

You snorted, which made him laugh, and soon you were laughing with him, holding him as close as he was holding you. His lips found yours and you sighed into the kiss. He kissed to your neck again and you gave a soft laugh. 

“We should go visit with Tony and Pepper.” “They’ll be fine for a little while longer.”

You laughed, taking hold of his face and gently pulling him away from you. He pouted, poking his bottom lip out, and you laughed. 

“Eli does that same thing, and it’s just as cute on you as it is on him.”

Steve sighed, hanging his head as you kissed the top of his still-damp hair. You trailed your nails from the back of his head down his neck, speaking softly. 

“You know … Tony usually wears him out, so he should sleep good tonight. And if baby girl will be merciful on us… We could continue this later in bed.”

Steve lifted his head, dark eyes locking on yours before he nodded slowly. 

“I’m going to hold you to that.” “I hope you do.”

Steve kissed your forehead before stepping into the bedroom, going to his closet. You leaned against the door and smiled. 

“Even if it doesn’t pan out tonight, you know what happens tomorrow?”

Steve glanced your way as he dropped his towel, shaking his head. 

“No?” “Uncle Bucky and Auntie Wanda are coming over to see the kiddos so we can meet Natasha and Matt for lunch. And who even knows how long lunch may last.”

Steve hurried over to you and cradled your face in his hands. You laughed softly as he kissed you over and over again, pulling you towards the bed and making you laugh harder. 

“Get dressed.” “But—“ “No buts.”

Steve blew out a breath and you winked at him. 

“There will be plenty of time for that tomorrow.” “What if we cancel lunch and just meet for coffee?”

You rolled your eyes, a soft smile on your face. You went to your side of the closet and found a pair of joggers, pulling them and a tshirt on, pulling your old cardigan on. You stepped out of the closet to see a now-dressed Steve smiling at you from where he was sitting on the bed. He motioned with his head and you walked over to him. He reached up to pinch the cardigan, rubbing his thumb and finger over the material. 

“You look so good in this.” “Well, it was yours, you know.” “I do know. Looks better on you.”

You rolled your eyes, a soft smile on your lips. He stood up and kissed you once more, taking your hand and leading you out of the room, down the stairs where a cacophony of yells met you. 

“Mama!” “Auntie Mama!”

You smiled and hugged Morgan as she ran to you, waving at your son, who wouldn’t get up from where he was sitting in Tony’s lap. Pepper was in the rocking chair with the baby, and you laughed as you stepped to the side, watching Steve grab Morgan as she ran to him, making her squeal with giggles as he tossed her up and caught her. He tickled her, then looked to her parents. 

“Sorry it took so long.”

You widened your eyes at him when he winked at you, shaking your head. Tony and Pepper exchanged a smile, and he nodded. 

“No problem. The longer Pep holds that baby, the easier it will be for me to try to talk her into another one.” “Talk all you want. We agreed that you would carry and birth the next one, so…”

You gave a laugh, exchanging a knowing look with Pepper. Tony sighed, ruffling Eli’s dark hair. Steve knelt beside Tony, still holding onto Morgan as he whispered in his son’s ear. Eli’s eyes widened as he smiled at you. 

“Mama! Can we have some cookies?”

Morgan’s mouth made a little “O” as she looked to you. 

“Pwease? You cookies are so good.”

You narrowed your eyes at Steve, but smiled as he winked at you. You shook your head, then spoke. 

“I can make some cookies, but I know I’m going to need some help.”

Eli scrambled off of Tony’s lap as Morgan wiggled until Steve set her down. They both ran to you, babbling about chocolate chips and licking the bowl and Morgan insisting she was the best stirrer. You laid a hand on both their heads, leading them into the kitchen. Steve stood as he watched you go, lifting a hand to his chest. 

“Okay, Aunt Pep. You’ve had enough. Gimme that baby.”

Pepper rolled her eyes as she kissed the top of the baby’s head, allowing Tony to scoop the baby into his arms, murmuring to her as she fussed the slightest bit. Tony held out a hand and Pepper took it, standing to her feet and laying one more kiss on the baby’s head. 

“I’m going to go help wrangle the sous chefs. You boys try not to corrupt our little angel.”

Tony waved her off as he sat down, eyes on the baby girl who was blinking up at him. 

“God, she’s just gorgeous.” “She looks just like Y/N.” “She’s got your eyes, though.”

Steve nodded, stepping over and cupping the baby’s head in his hand, speaking softly. 

“She’s so little. I feel like a hulking giant around her, but my wife says she likes it. That I must make the baby feel as safe as I make her feel.”

Tony snorted. 

“Got to slip that in whenever you can, huh?”

Steve smiled as he looked down at his ring. 

“I can’t help it.” “Yeah, I know.”

Tony settled the baby on his shoulder, gently rubbing her back. 

“She is tiny. I don’t think Eli or Morgan were ever this little.” “I know. Eli looked like the Stay-Puft marshmallow man compared to her.” “His rolls were delicious, I tell you.”

Steve laughed. 

“I never suspected you were so crazy about kids.” “I didn’t think I was. And then you gave me a nephew and a niece and Pep gave me a daughter.”

Tony moved his head to kiss the top of the now-sleeping baby’s head. He gave a soft chuckle when she snuggled closer to him. 

“Funny how life can change so fast, huh?”

Steve glanced through the open-floor plan into the kitchen, seeing you laughing as you wiped flour off your son’s nose. You had a smile on your face when you looked his way, giving him a wink before turning towards the oven. Steve swallowed as he nodded. 

“Yeah, it is.”

He glanced down at Tony to see him enraptured with the baby, so Steve went into the kitchen. You and Morgan were scooping cookie dough onto one pan while Pepper and Eli were scooping onto another. Eli was emphatically instructing Pepper on “how Mommy does it” while you smiled and tried to keep your niece from eating too much dough. When the pans were full, Steve took hold of yours and Morgan’s, then Pepper and Eli’s, sliding them both into the oven. The kids hurried to wash their hands, then sat on the floor in front of the oven, watching their cookies bake through the tiny window. 

Steve stepped up behind you as you were washing some of the utensils you’d used, resting his hands on your hips and putting his nose at your neck. You hummed as he pressed his lips to your neck, then rested his chin on your shoulder. 

“I love you.” “I love you too, Steve.” “Dry your hands.”

You chuckled as you did as he asked, and he turned you to face him, lowering his head and kissing your lips. You hummed again, laughing softly as he continued kissing you. 

“Ew, Daddy, no.”

You, Pepper, and Steve laughed as you looked to Eli, who was making a face. Steve shook his head, keeping his arms around you. 

“Get used to it, kid. I’m always going to kiss your mom in the kitchen.” “Gross.”

You laughed as Steve pressed his lips to yours again, Eli covering his eyes as Pepper shook her head, going back to the living room to be near Tony and the baby. You held your hands on Steve’s cheeks as he leaned back to smile down at you. He lifted his shoulders. 

“It’s a good life.”

You nodded. 

“It’s perfect.”

AUTHOR'S NOTE: And there we have it! Thank you for hanging in there with me and being patient and letting me post at my own rate. This story took on a mind of its own, but I stayed the course and I hope you all enjoyed where we ended up. I'd love to hear your thoughts! Love you all.

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Student!reader - promise me this

Hiya, can you please do like a Mr Evershed x abused student reader and he notices but isn’t 100% sure and then finds them on a bridge because they don’t want to keep living (suicidal with self harm cuts) and he has to grab them to keep from jumping. He then comforts and tends to the cuts on the wrist - Anon💜

TW: abusive parents, suicidal thoughts and self harm

Mr Evershed watched as you dodged students and teachers as you tried to make your way straight for the front entrance so you can leave the school.

You never showed much interest in being there, you always seemed so out of it, lost in your own mind.

He held out his hand to stop you, and he watched as you jumped back, whipping your head to look at him as you took a few steps out of his reach.

“Hey, sorry. I just wanted to make sure everything’s alright.” He smiled.

You nodded your head and glanced away.

“Are you sure? You know I’m here if you need to talk alright?”

You nodded and he smiled and he watched as you carefully walked around him, watching him as you did so until you were in front of him and you ran out the gates.

He frowned, he’d noticed that a lot you didn’t like people standing near you, didn’t like people behind you, you had a reputation for ditching certain classes like PE.

He was worried.

He had a gut feeling he knew what it was but he couldn’t be 100% sure, and he didn’t want to rush to any conclusions.

You didn’t want to go home, really didn’t your brain was screaming at you to stay away, to run and make everything go away.

Your back ached at the thought of walking down that street, and you found yourself petrified as you stood at the bottom of your street.

You couldn’t take another step down the street and you stood there for what felt like years until you finally started to walk and slip inside the house as quiet as possible.

“You’re late.”

“I.. I’m sorry sir, teacher held me back.”

“For what, and turn and look at me when you talk!” He barked.

You turned around and locked eyes with the man you were supposed to call your father.

“Just to see how everything was sir.”

He narrowed his eyes at you.

“You remember what I said would happen if you were late?” He asked lowly.

Your eyes winded and you backed against the door, tears running down your face.

“Dad, dad I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

He grabbed your wrist and threw you down to the floor, and you closed your eyes and curled into yourself as the pain came.

It felt like hours.

Blow after blow after blow until he got bored and scoffed at you.

“You’re pathetic get out of here.”

Pushing yourself to your feet, you nodded and rushed up the stairs to the bathroom and you locked door.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, eyes red from eying, you lifted your shirt up a bit to see the aggressive marks on your skin, matching the ones on your arms.

Your scarred arms.

You hated everything about this, everyone about it all and you didn’t know what to do.

But you did.

You knew what to do.

You’ve always know what you were supposed to do.

You left the bathroom, changing into some clean clothes and looked at your bare room and sighed.

Closing your door, you walked down the stairs and made the way to the front door only to be stopped in your tracks by your dad in your way.

“Where the hell you going?” He asked.

“For a walk sir?” You asked nervously.

He scoffed, looking at you and took a step forward and you took one back.

“Get me some beer.”

“I.. I won’t get served sir…”

He stormed forward and hit you in the face and you fell back into the wall.

“Then what the hell do I keep you here for?! Get the hell out.”

He pushed you out the door and slammed it shut and you tossed your hood up, hands stuffed in your pockets as you started to wonder.

Your face hurt, and you were sure maybe your nose was bleeding.

But you ignored it, you just slowly walked around the streets, watching as the evening slowly came and the golden rays of sun hit the world.

Stopping by a bridge, you looked at the sunset, casting golden glow on everything it touched, made it all look beautiful.

“I wish I was a sunset…” you whispered.

Then it hit you.

You could be that beautiful sunset, you could be in the sky just like that.

You weren’t sure if you believed in god or not, but you wondered if he was real why did he let people hurt one another like this.

You just wanted the pain to stop, you wanted it all to stop you didn’t want to live here anymore.

So you pulled yourself up on the ledge of the bring with a pained groan and you took your hood down, running a hand down your face, wincing in pain.

You looked down and swallowed nervously.

You thought maybe if you sat down it would seem a little less far away, so that’s what you did, you sat down, swinging your legs from over the ledge.

All you could hear was your heartbeat inside of your chest, racing.

You placed your hands on the edge and took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you moved forward, but you found yourself unable to.

Something was holding you back.

Opening your eyes, you looked around you waist to see an arm.

Not something, someone.

“What are you doing?!”

“Mr Evershed…?” You asked confused.

You tried to pry his arm off, but he held you in a tight grip, and you couldn’t get his arm free.

“Let me go…” you begged.

“I’m not letting you go, I’m not letting you throw everything away!”

He pulled you back and carefully lowered you to the floor and you sank to your knees, tears falling down your face as you fell back against him.

Mr Evershed held you tightly, letting out a sigh of relief, leaning back against his car as he blinked a few times to clear the tears from his eyes.

“What were you thinking?” He whispered.

“Just let me do it.. please…”

Your begging to let you jump broke him, it shattered his heart because what happened to you to make you want this so bad.

He held your hand and shook his head.

“I’m not going to let you jump (Y/N), just talk to me.”

“I don’t want to talk!” You yelled.

You pushed away from him, breaking free from his grasp and he quickly jumped up, grabbing your hand to stop you and you spun around, slapping his hand away.

He looked at you, your bloodied nose, bruised cheek.

“What… what happened…?”

You shook your head, refusing to look at him.

“Come on, let’s get you away from here.”

He opened the door to his car and gently guided you over and closed the door.

He wasn’t sure where to take you, so he took you back to his house and sat you on the safe as he grabbed some things and walked over, setting them all on the table.

He sat next to you and looked at you.

“I need you to take your hoodie off.” He said softly.

You just nodded and took your hoodie off, and he saw your arms and that’s when he realised it was worse than he thought.

He tended to your arms quietly, cleaning them and bandaging them, and he went to get more water.

He came back and watched you turned your face away from him, and he saw the growing bruise along your neck and down your shoulder.

He sat back down.

“Can you look at me?” He asked quietly.

You turned to look at him but avoided his gaze.

“Will you call the police…?”

“No, not if you promise me something.”

You slowly nodded.

“Promise me you will never, never try to do anything like this again. I don’t want to wake up the and read that you died.”

“Why..? Wouldn’t matter…”

“It would matter to me (Y/N), I’d miss you, and I’d notice you missing.”

You glanced at him.

“Will you promise me that?” He asked.

“I… I can’t…”

“Then tell me what’s happened, why do you want to throw your life away (Y/N)?”

You explained to him what happened, how much you wanted it to stop and you didn’t want to live like it anymore.

You started to cry and he hugged you, letting you cry as he shed a few tears of his own because he just wanted to protect you from all the pain you had been through

[partyoffourplusfur]

Ya know I’m not sure I’ve ever formally posted about our dog, Greg, on here. Getting ready to try a new training tool so why not start documenting on here 🤷‍♀️

We got Greg 2? Years ago (time melts into eachother these days) and he’s great. He’s a 3 year old mini poodle (I think he’s a schnauzer/poodle mix) Loves to play fetch, tug, and “get that dog”. He’s amazing with the kids. So tolerant and vocal about when he doesn’t want to be messed with which the kids have learned to back off which is also great. He plays with the cats. (Well Billie. They’re bffs. Olive isn’t a fan of playing with him. She’s a cranky old lady) He loves being brushed and I’m able to groom him myself (a fantastic trait of a long haired pet for a broke ass bitch)

BUT he’s reactive. And it’s a real pain in the ass.

But. He’s just reactive. Not aggressive. I always feel the need to clarify that.

Mostly to other dogs and men. Can’t just let people live their lives.

He will bark up a big bad storm, but the moment said person is near him, he’s on his back asking for belly rubs 🙄 literally. He was barking at a guy running in the neighborhood. Living his life. And got away from us and I had to yell at the guy (he’s just loud! He won’t bite you! And Greg just rolled over the second he was in arms distance of the dude🙄) all bark no bite.

Dogs on the other hand, I keep him away from of course because im not going to let anyone potentially get bit.

We had an instance where a neighbor dog was loose (it’s a whole thing. I actually called animal control on them and they haven’t been out loose since. Anyways) and came near us and Greg lost his freaking mind. Dog was friendly and just wanted to say hi but Greg only saw a threat to me and the kids and I was swinging him in the air by his harness so he didn’t get close enough to bite them or be bit because at that point I would have abandoned him to get the kids inside and then who knows what kind of damage would have been done to the both of them.

We’ve tried redirecting with a clicker and treats. And that works when we’re inside the house. Not so much when we’re in public. Because he’s like DANGER! DANGER! A THREAT TO MY BABIES! A THREAT TO MY MOM! even though everyone is totally fine and he’s the one making a fool of himself.

Anywho. Next we’re trying a bark collar. Which I’ve always been pretty against. Because like who wants to SHOCK their pet? But I’ve discovered that bark collars these days typically have settings, where they first beep, and then they vibrate, and then they’ll shock. And you can change the intensity of the vibrate and shock settings. So really it can be very subtle. And lots of reviews said once their dog realized what the beep meant, they generally learned to shut the heck up because they didn’t want to be shocked. So we’re gonna try it inside the house for a week or so and once we’re not barking so much in the home, then we’ll try neighborhood walks, then try being in public. And hopefully he’ll learn to not bark and we can stop using the collar.

It wouldn’t be so bad if it was just when he was in public. He’s unfortunately pretty reactive to Jesus a lot of the time and always trying to “protect” me (even though I swear he’s his favorite person) Oh like for example last night I fell asleep in bed and Jesus was playing games. Greg was in bed with me and he also fell asleep. Jesus came in to get the phone charger and spooked Greg and he was barking up a storm (and scared the shit out of me) at Jesus even though he clearly knows THAT HE LIVES HERE TOO like damn dude. It’s not that big of a deal he’s allowed to come into his own room. Chilllllllll.

Anyways yeah that’s what’s going on with the dog and I have pretty high hopes. It’d be great if he could at the very least learn to not bark when in the house. He barks at the neighbors when they come into the building or sometimes when they’re walking around too loud upstairs.

Greg is just a loud boy with anxiety.

[theonlyonesora]

CH 12: Shadows of the Past

The Uchiha estate was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the evening. A warm breeze carried the faint scent of cherry blossoms from the trees that lined the path outside. But inside the grand walls of the house, a storm was brewing.

Madara burst through the doors, his presence commanding and unrelenting. His footsteps echoed in the spacious hallway as he strode toward Akari’s room, fury etched into every line of his face.

“Akari!” he barked, his voice carrying through the halls like a thunderclap.

Akari, seated by the window and lost in thought, turned toward the doorway just as Madara appeared. His eyes burned with anger, and his intimidating aura filled the room.

“How dare you meet him again?” Madara demanded, his tone sharp and unyielding. “Didn’t I tell you to stay away from that man?”

Akari rose to her feet, her calm composure a stark contrast to his fury. “He asked to see me, Madara. What did you want me to do? Ignore the Hokage?”

“Don’t come at me with excuses. I’m not a fool,” Madara snapped, taking a step closer.

Akari’s gaze hardened, her own temper beginning to flare. “And I’m not a child, Madara. You don’t control every aspect of my life.”

Madara’s eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a dangerous level. “Have you forgotten what that man did to our family? Have you forgotten Izuna?”

The mention of their late brother sent a pang through Akari’s chest, but she stood her ground. “Of course, I haven’t forgotten Izuna,” she said, her voice steady despite the emotion stirring within her. “But have you also forgotten what we did to the Senju? Have you forgotten Itama and Kawarama? If we tally the blood spilled between our families, the list would never end. Wasn’t the purpose of Konoha to end that cycle? Or does peace only apply when it serves your terms?”

Madara’s expression darkened, his silence speaking volumes. He had no answer for her logic, but his anger refused to relent.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said abruptly, changing the subject. “Pack your things. We’re leaving tonight.”

Akari blinked, startled by the sudden shift. “And where are we going?” she asked, her frustration bubbling to the surface.

“I have a mission,” Madara said, his tone curt. “We’ll be gone for many days, and I won’t leave you here.”

Her lips tightened into a thin line as realization dawned on her. “So that’s how you plan to keep me away from him?” she asked, her voice laced with accusation.

Madara didn’t reply. Instead, he stood there, his cold gaze fixed on her, his intimidating presence unyielding. But Akari knew him better than anyone. She was perhaps the only person who could face him without fear.

“He came to ask me to stop looking for suitors,” she admitted, breaking the tense silence. “And I rejected his request, if you want to know.”

Madara’s eyes briefly softened, though his face remained stoic. “I’m glad to hear that,” he said after a moment. “But that doesn’t change anything. Pack your things. We leave tonight.”

With that, he turned and left the room, not waiting for her response.

.

Akari sighed deeply, the weight of her brother’s stubbornness pressing down on her. She moved to gather her belongings, her mind swirling with thoughts of the two infuriatingly similar men in her life.

Madara, her unyielding and overprotective brother. And Tobirama, the man she had fallen for despite his maddening rationality and pride.

“You two are more alike than you think,” she muttered under her breath as she folded her clothes. It was almost poetic, in a cruel way, that she would fall in love with someone who mirrored her brother’s frustrating traits so closely.

Perhaps this was some kind of divine punishment, she mused, to love a man as stubborn and infuriating as Madara. And yet, beneath her frustration, there was a flicker of something else. A hope that, in time, Tobirama might choose her—not out of duty or rationality, but because he truly wanted her by his side.

As the night deepened and the Uchiha siblings prepared to leave, Akari couldn’t help but wonder what the future held. But one thing was certain—this wasn’t the end of the battle between her heart and the stubborn men who shaped her world.

[rockingrobin69]

Real by moonlight

“Daddy?”

But it was Harry who woke up; Harry who was always half-awake anyway, Harry who could hear the little pitter patter all across the hallway. Harry who will have to deal with this, now.

“Erm… your dad is in the next room. He doesn’t sleep here.” Ever since they came to live in Grimmauld, Draco simply refused. He’d slip out of Harry’s bed every night, kissing his fingertips away, shaking his head with that pout Harry’s grown to adore. We can’t, he’d say, and Harry would relent. Harry, who understood what it meant to Draco, having Scorpius to look after. Harry who would do anything in his power to stop Draco from looking so sad. Harry whose heart broke in two every single night, when he couldn’t.

Scorpius shook his head. “No one’s there.”

“Oh. Maybe he went for a glass of water or something. Is—are you okay?”

“I…” he was so small in the doorway, red pyjamas and hair all mussed. It tugged something in Harry’s chest. “Never mind.”

He had no idea what to do; Scorpius would never come to him for help. But he was here, and he was alone, and he seemed scared. “Did you have a bad dream?”

“No,” Scorpius looked down.

“Do you want to… talk about it?”

“No,” Scorpius said again. But he didn’t leave.

“Right. That’s… right. I, uh, I like your pyjamas.”

Harry could do nothing but twiddle his thumbs for the long, tense pause. “They’re fire trucks. Muggles use them to put out fires.”

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat twice. “They’re cool. It’s—I, er, don’t really like fire.”

“Daddy doesn’t, either,” Scorpius’s head came up.

“I know. We talked about that a little. A lot.”

“I’ll be a firefighter when I’m older.” His voice was a touch louder as he took a step into the room. “I’ll have a truck, and a hose, and a helmet and everything.”

“That’s a good plan,” Harry found he was smiling, despite himself. “What does your dad say about that?”

“He says I’m braver than him.” The little face crumpled again, and Harry realised he will do whatever he can to stop it from happening. Not a Malfoy he won’t try to save, apparently. No, it was worse than that, because he knew how he felt about Draco for a while, but now he understood he loved them both.

“Your dad is brave. Remember how he faced that huge spider tonight? Whew. Very impressive. I’d say he’s practically a firefighter.”

Scorpius didn’t quite laugh, but he made a tiny, rippling sort of sound. “Daddy doesn’t like killing spiders. He always used to take them outside, before, in our old room.”

Harry hated thinking about the teeny, dark, mouldy flat where Draco and Scorpius lived. “He’s very kind. And so good with animals, now. Big and small.”

“Daddy said we’ll have a dog one day,” Scorpius smiled, came a bit further inside. “When we live in a big house, like this one. But, ours.”

That thing that twinged before in Harry’s chest convulsed, worse than ever. How badly he wanted Grimmauld to be theirs, too.

“A dog sounds nice. I’ve always wanted one.”

“We’ll have a big dog, like Uncle Greg’s. And I’ll train him not to bark, so the neighbours aren’t mad at us, and he’ll have a collar with our phone number so if he gets lost, he can always come back. Because Daddy doesn’t like it when things are lost.”

You’re not lost, Harry wanted to say. Scorpius was nearly touching the bed now, he came so close. “Maybe I should get a dog. You could help me train it, if you wanted.”

“Really?” Scorpius had grey eyes, like Draco’s, open wide. Harry’s heart went five times its normal size.

“Yeah, really. If—"

“What are you doing here, mon chou?” A soft voice startled Harry almost out of his skin. Draco was there, leaning against the doorway. “I thought I heard a little cabbage squeaking about. Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“I had a… Harry says we’ll get him a dog,” Scorpius ran right into his open arms. Harry only felt a touch jealous.

“Really?” Draco grinned. “That’s new.”

“I just thought… you know I want you to stay here,” Harry pleaded. “And I always wanted a dog. So why not get one now, if it makes Scorp happy… if it makes… I just want you to be happy. Both of you.”

“That’s—” Draco bit his lip, sighed. “Come, Scorp, let’s get you back to bed. We can talk about this in the morning.”

“Daddy?” Scorpius looked between him and Harry, hesitant. “You can sleep here tonight, if you want. I don’t mind.”

Harry could hear the lump in his own throat in Draco’s voice. “You… know? About us?”

Scorpius shrugged. “So the dog—we’ll really talk about it tomorrow?”

“Yes, darling,” Draco laughed. “All right. Say good night to Harry.”

“Good night, Harry. Maybe you can get an Old English Sheep, like uncle Greg’s?”

“Now, menace, off we go. Night, Harry. I’ll… see you soon.”

Draco smiled nervously, leaving Harry alone in the bedroom. Harry, whose heart was so full, he could float. The things he wanted, but didn’t dare dream of—firetrucks and fluffy dogs and smiling grey eyes—everything felt close enough to touch. For now, only real by moonlight, but tomorrow… maybe tomorrow, too.

[just-jordie-things]

Insecurities - Richie Tozier

word count: 4319 warnings: swearing summary: Richie’s greatest fear is not being good enough for her- and It knows to use that against him ___

Richie Tozier loved his girlfriend.  He idolized her, he prioritized her, and every day that he was with her felt like a miracle.  She was his favorite person, the light of his life, and he was so goddamn in love with her that it consumed his entire being.

Thing was, (y/n) was out of his league, and his friends and peers reminded him of it, every, fucking, day.  Either with a joke about how he landed a girl like that, or a comment about how she’ll find someone better too.  His friends weren’t purposefully being assholes, and they never knew how deep their words could cut into Richie.  But he’d never told them how insecure he really was.

(y/n) never thought anything of it.  She loved Richie and that’s all that mattered.  He made her happier than she ever could have imagined herself being in this town.  In this dreary place she lived, he managed to be a ray of spontaneity and sun that she was grateful for every day.  She longed to tell him how much she loved him, she’d never gathered the courage to say it before, but always felt the words burning in her throat. She knew her friends were teasing, and never second guessed them or Richie’s feelings about it.  

That is, until Neibolt. ___

“This, is a bad fucking idea” Richie had muttered into her ear when they’d walked onto the property.

She wasn’t sure if it was out of annoyance for wasting a day that they could have spent at the arcade, or out of his own fear for trekking into the obviously haunted house.

If it was fear, she knew he wouldn’t say anything about it.  So instead, she grabbed his hand and gave him a smile.

“But it’ll make for a great story!” She’d declared.

(She has a tendency to reprimand him on his idiotic ideas, and he always argued that he would have a good story to tell later.  So when she repeated his words back to him, he glared a bit)

(y/n) winked, before giggling because Richie always made a funny face when she winked at him.  After dating her for a year or so, he has never gotten used to the sight of her winking at him.

But then again, a part of him was still in disbelief that she was his girlfriend and she was winking at him.

He tugged her closer to his side by her hand as they walked into the house.

“Oh, gross” Eddie winced, and continued to complain the further they walked into the hall.

The clubs’ steps gradually slowed.

“What the fuck?” Richie hissed, eyes narrowing while he looked around.  “This is a fucking crackhouse-“

He stopped abruptly when there was a loud creaking, and the whole group froze in place.  They went silent, ears on alert for the next haunting sound.

Richie’s hand tightened around (y/n’s), making sure that she was secure at his side.  She looked up at him, brows furrowed a bit, clearly conflicted about Bill’s plan.

Another creak sounded, and her eyes shot towards the sound, just in time to see a door slowly swinging open.  To their surprise, no one, or nothing, appeared in the doorway.  It only revealed an empty room.

When Mike took a few tentative steps towards it, (y/n’s) feet also began to move, as if on instinct, her brain told her not to let her friend investigate alone.

“(y/n)” Richie called for her in a hushed voice as she pulled her hand out of his hold.

She glanced back at him as if to say ‘I’m alright’, and then moved swiftly on the tips of her toes up to Mike.  They shared a look, before nodding their heads, and walking into the room.

As she examined the old run-down bedroom, she felt her heartbeat steady, as did her breathing.  The floorboards were worn and creaky, and the walls had indescribable stains on them, but there was nothing more to it.

“It’s just old” Mike said, a similar expression of relief on his face.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” (y/n) looked back out to their friends to assure them that they were safe.  “It was nothing-“

Before the word could even leave her mouth, the door creaked again, and slammed shut before anyone could move.

“(y/n)!” Richie was the first to leap to action, but by the time he’d gotten to the door, it was already locked.  And no matter how much he yanked and pulled on the rusty knob, it would not budge.

She was pounding her fists against the other side of it, and from the sounds of it, he was pretty sure Mike was trying to kick the door down from the other side.

“(y/n)! (y/n) it’s gonna be fine! I’m gonna get you out!” RIchie hollered, enlisting in the help of Bill and Beverly in trying to kick open the door.

But even as everyone was kicking, it was no use.  The door would rattle in it’s frame, and not crack even a little bit.

“It’s It!” Beverly declared, trying to get the boys to halt in their frantic kicking before they hurt themselves.  “Guys- Richie- we won’t be able to break it open, it’s like- cursed, or something”

He didn’t want to give up that fast, he wanted to keep kicking this door until his shoes were worn through and his feet were bruised, until (y/n) was free.

“It’s alright!” (y/n) called from the room.  “Mike found a part of the wall that’s caved in, we’re gonna try to break through it to the other side of the hall, okay?”

“W-we’ll meet you o-over there” Bill said, already heading around the corner of the hallway with Stan.  Even though it was clear she’d only been informing one person.

“Richie,” She spoke again.  “Go on, I’ll be fine, Mike’s here with me, I’ll see you in a couple minutes, okay?”

She was trying so hard to keep her voice brave, but he could hear it begin to crack, even through the door.

“I’m not fucking leaving you-”

“Richie, go, I don’t want you standing alone out there,” (y/n) ordered.  “I gotta go help Mike with the wall, see you in a minute”

He could barely hear her footsteps take off, and then leaned forward to press his ear against the wood, hoping to hear them breaking through with ease.  But now he couldn’t hear a thing.

Richie spun around, about to alert Eddie and Ben how oddly enough he couldn’t hear their friends tearing through a wall.

But Eddie and Ben weren’t there.

“Guys?” Richie hollered, breaking into a jog in hopes to catch them around the corner, where Mike and (y/n) were supposed to meet everyone.

But no one was there either.

“Hello!? Guys!? Where’d you go!?”

He began to yell a bit louder now, rushing around anywhere he could in search of his friends, but he hadn’t found, or even heard anyone.  How had they abandoned him so fast? Didn’t they notice?

“Richie?” A scratchy but familiar voice called from behind him.

He turned on his heel and was instantly relieved at the sight of (y/n).

“Oh, thank fucking god” He breathed out heavily, taking swift steps towards her.

She, however, took a sharp step backwards.

“Don’t come any closer” She snapped, and Richie froze on the spot.

“W-what-?”

“Stay the fuck back!” She screeched now, so loud that the harsh words echoed down the halls.  They seemed to ring in Richie’s ears for a lifetime.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” He asked worriedly.  But he did as she asked, and didn’t move any closer to her.  “Did something happen-?”

“Jesus Richie fuck off!” She snarled now, and if that wasn’t shocking enough, she stormed up to him, and shoved him against his chest with both hands, mustering all the force she could.

Richie stumbled until he tripped over his feet and fell to the ground.  He couldn’t believe she was strong enough to push him to the ground like that.  (y/n) wasn’t frail by any means, but she shouldn’t have been able to knock him down with such ease.

“Blabber and hover- blabber and hover with you!” She was yelling down at him now, and Richie pushed himself up on shaky arms.

This was incredibly unlike her-

“You can never just leave me the hell alone! Can you!?” She went on, voice booming unnaturally with each bark.  “Always on my ass, always crowding me!”

If he wasn’t so afraid, he would have noticed how with every word, her teeth turned more ragged, and sharper.

“Do you think I enjoy it? Being stuck with you? It’s a goddamn burden! I can’t stand to be around you- I fucking hate you Richie Tozier!”

“Y-you’re not- this isn’t-” He could barely speak his throat was burning so bad from holding back tears.

This couldn’t be (y/n)... (y/n) would never…

“What, I’m not real?” The word came out in a vicious snarl, and suddenly she warped into another figure.

He wasn’t sure if this one was worse.

“You piece of shit!” Henry Bowers barked.  “Haven’t I told you to stay the fuck out of this town!?”

Richie lunged himself backwards, trying to crawl away from this horrible nightmare as fast as possible.  But the more he tried to scurry away, the worse the image in front of him became.

“You’re a freak!” (y/n) screamed in his face again.  “You’re a loser, Richie.  You think anyone would want to be with you?”

He couldn’t breathe- the tears- the panic- it all welled up inside of him and he knew he was going to explode soon.

“This isn’t real, you’re not real, you’re not her”

“Aren’t I though?” Her voice dropped to a haunting whisper, and she leaned in close to him.  “Aren’t I!?” She screamed.

Richie closed his eyes, shaking his head rapidly and hoping that when he opened them again, she’d be gone, and he’d wake up in his bedroom.  This was just one terrible fucking nightmare, it’ll be over soon-

“The real (y/n) doesn’t have the guts to fucking tell you” She snarled, reminding him of his reality.

“Stop it!” Richie yelled, unable to hold back his tears any longer.

“She’s never been able to speak up and say-”

“Go away!” He begged, voice cracking in desperation.

“She knows she’s too good for you, and let’s face it fuckface, I am too good for you”

He didn’t have it in him to beg It to leave him alone, as he broke down sobbing into his hands, enduring the cuel wrath.

“She hates you, for dragging her down, for hanging off of her like a dog,” Her tone slowly warped into something more squeaky, and masculine, until she wasn’t exactly the image of (y/n) anymore.  “Ohhh… she haaates you Richie”

When he dared to look, he was met with the gruesome sight of a circus clown.  A rather large circus clown.

“But you can stay, Richie, you can float with us!”

“No- no…. no no no!”

He covered his face again as he pleaded and wept uncontrollably.  He wished that It would just get it over with, because he couldn’t take this torture anymore.

“Richie!” A voice screamed.  Not the scream that he’d heard just moments ago, but a worried shriek.

Even still, he kept his hands planted safely over his eyes.  It couldn’t get in his face if he couldn’t see the form it had taken.

“Richie- Richie,” The voice panted again, this time soft, and close to his ear.  “Hey, it’s me” She murmured.

Gentle hands grasped onto his wrists, and pulled on his arms until he revealed his face.

He was met with the concerned eyes of his girlfriend, her brow so furrowed there were lines on her forehead, and a pout on her lips that he’d never seen there before.

“Babe,” She whispered so soft he was certain that he’d imagined that too.  “What happened?”

He flinched when she reached for him, and the action shattered her heart to pieces, but she tried her best not to show it.  Tentatively, she reached her hand out to place against his cheek, pulling her sleeve over her palm to wipe away the flow of tears.

“You’re- are you-”

“I’m real,” She nodded, beginning to realize what had happened.  “It’s me, promise”

His eyes wandered her features unsurely, and she sighed.

“Do you want me to prove it?” She murmured, and began to speak before he could even nod his head.  “On our first date, you called me sweet cheeks, and then got so embarrassed about it that you tripped and dropped your ice cream” There was a weak smile on her lips at the memory, hoping that it would be enough to calm Richie down.

He let out a shaky whimper, before surging forward and wrapping his arms around her torso.  He held her so tightly that she had to control her breaths, but it was alright because he believed her and things were going to be okay.

“It’s alright,” She cooed into his ear as he cried into the crook of her neck.  “I know, it’s awful”

One of his hands cradled the back of her head, fingers tangled in her hair.  The other was fisting the material of her jacket.  He couldn’t speak, he was crying so hard, ut it was enough to know that she was here right now.

(y/n) rubbed his back in soothing circles as she held him for a few moments longer, until she knew it was time to go, and pulled away.

“Come on, we gotta get out of here,” She whispered, wiping his opposite cheek tenderly.  “Eddie broke his arm” She told him as she helped him to his feet, and intertwined their fingers as they raced out of Neibolt.

The others, besides Eddie, were standing in the front yard.

Eddie was being shoved into his mother’s car, while Mrs K was scolding their friends.

“I knew my boy shouldn’t be playing with the likes of you all,” She rambled, snarling at Beverly in particular.  “This is all your fault.  All your fault! I hope your proud of yourselves for maiming my boy!”

She stormed off to her car, and Eddie could barely wave out the window before she’d driven off.

“I know where It is,” Bill spoke after a beat passed.  “And n-next time we’ll come p-prepared”

Richie’s eyes widened before glaring at the boy, finding it ridiculous that he thought it was a good idea to not only come back, but to come back and retaliate.

“No next time, Bill!” Stan begged, shaking his head.

“We have to,” Beverly said.  “Ben, you said so yourself, It comes back every twenty-seven years-”

“Fine! I’ll be forty and far away from here!” He answered.

With his words, a layer of tension settled over the group.

“I’m sorry you couldn’t save Georgie,” Richie grumbled, pulling away from (y/n) to head to his bike.  “But you can still save yourself” He finished, brushing past Bill’s shoulder.

“N-no,” Bill stammered, pushing Richie back by the shoulder.  “T-take it back!”

“Face the truth, Bill! You’re chasing a lie-!”

He couldn’t even finish before Bill pushed harder, and swing a fist against Richie’s cheek.

“Bill!” (y/n) screeched, leaping forward to break them up before something could happen.

She grabbed Richie by the elbow before he could land a punch, and yanked him back while Mike grabbed a secure hold on Bill.

“Face it! We’re losers! That’s it!” Richie snarled.

He shrugged (y/n’s) hold off of him, and her eyes shot to his, broken, and hurt.

“I’m going home.  I don’t want to get fucking killed too” He muttered, and when he stormed off to his bike, Bill didn’t stop him this time.

“R-Richie?” (y/n) called brokenly, stumbling forward on wobbly legs, but it didn’t matter, he was already zooming down the street as fast as he could.

Before she could crumpe to the ground, Beverly grabbed a hold of her, hugging her against her side comfortingly.

It was silent as everyone dispersed, barely giving each other a second glance as they rode off.

Beverly hugged (y/n) tight before she got on the back of Bill’s bike.  Murmuring a soft, ‘see you later’ that (y/n) wasn’t quite convinced of.

She didn’t have the energy in her to bike home, but the only other option was to sit outside Neibolt, alone, and the sun was beginning to set, so she gathered what little strength she had left in her to slowly make her way home. ___

When she came home past dinner, covered in muck and bruises, her parents barely batted an eye.  Even as she let out a soft cry with every step up the stairs, it was like they tuned her out completely.

It had thrown her around like a ragdoll after she tried to defend Eddie.  As brave as she’d tried to be, she’d been terrified, shaking straight down to the bone as she forced herself to stand in front of him.

The demonic clown had simply swing an arm, and sent her tumbling across the ground.

It took a long shower to get all the dirt scraped off her skin.  But even as it was washed down the drain, the memories of this afternoon would haunt her for life.

Maybe Bill was right.  Maybe It needed to be stopped now, before he could just keep coming back and traumatizing a new generation of children every thirty or so years.  But even if she really wanted to kill the creature, she wouldn’t even know where to begin.  And her brain was already swarmed with a worse thought,

Was Richie done with me?

She sniffled a bit at the idea, but wiped her eyes before they could be filled with tears.

No, he was just angry, and scared, he would never… he wouldn’t just leave like that… would he?

A few knocks on her window made her jolt up in bed, nerves spreading throughout her body like electricity.  She instantly thought that It had found her, and was back to finish what he’d started.

But as she rushed to turn on the lamp sitting on her bedside table, her muscles relaxed to see it was only Richie, waiting rather impatiently for her to unlock her window.

She threw the covers off of her, and moved as quickly as she could to let him in.

As soon as she pushed the window upwards, he was crawling in, oddly silent.

“Hey,” She murmured, not wanting to alert her parents downstairs that her boyfriend had snuck in.

He’d done so a million times before, and they’ve never gotten caught, but today was a rather awful day and she didn’t want to have one more thing ruined.

“Are you feeling be-”

“We need to talk” Richie mumbled, effectively cutting her off with the upsetting words.

“O-Okay…” (y/n) answered, trying not to jump to conclusions.  “What… about..?” She asked slowly.

“I think-” He started to speak quickly, but just couldn’t seem to finish the sentence.

He couldn’t even look her in the eyes.

“We- we should- we need to break up”

It was like her heart plummeted right out of her body, sending every nerve to go numb.  She had to have heard him wrong- this wasn’t like Richie- maybe this wasn’t even the real-

“I- I want to break up” He added in an even quieter voice.  She caught the crack in his words, and she shook her head in confusion.

“What?” She could barely manage to say the one word.

“I know you heard me,” Richie sighed, eyes finally flickering up to hers.  “Come on (y/n) don’t make this any more difficult than it-”

“You’re the one being difficult!” She whisper-hissed, eyes widening a bit in frustration.  “What are you doing? Wh- why are you-”

“Come on,” Richie whispered.  “Don’t do that-”

“Give me one reason why we should break up” (y/n) crossed her arms.  She wasn’t going to let him walk away that easy.  Something was up, and she was going to get to the bottom of it.

“We’re not a good fit, alright?” He answered, volume raising a bit above his previous murmur.  “We don’t work, and I was a fucking idiot to think that we would”

“Richie…” (y/n) sighed in disbelief.

“You wanted an answer-”

“Where is this coming from?” She asked with a shake of her head.  “I know you don’t really want to break up-”

“Well we have to!” He yelled, and they were both silent for a minute, trying to see if her parents had heard him.

When there was no response from downstairs, she snapped back at him.

“Why?” She stressed the word, desperate for him to just fess up whatever it was that was bothering him.

“Why? Do you even have to ask, (y/n)?” Richie asked.

Her eyebrows knitted together as he spoke in such a harsh tone.  Richie never talked to her like that.

“Look at me, (y/n)! I mean, come on, it was only a fucking matter of time before you got bored and realized how much of your time you’ve wasted on me!”

If she’d thought him trying to break up was horrible, this was even worse.

“Oh, Rich-”

“I’m a loser, (y/n), don’t you see that? Don’t you see how terrible for you I am?”

He was breaking her heart with every word.

“Haven’t you heard them? What people say? What our own friends say?” He asks her, but she doesn’t answer, because she can’t.  “I am dragging you down with every second of being with you”

“N-no-” She can’t hardly choke out the word, but Richie vents on anyways.

“Might as well just end things now, before one of us gets hurt”

He turns around, as if to head back out her window, but (y/n’s) faster.  She wedges herself in between his body, shutting and locking the window before he could just walk away.

“No, s-stop running away,” She cried, and when she looks up at him, she realizes that he can’t look at her because he’s crying too.  “Richie,” She whimpers, shaky hands reaching up to cup his face, making him look down at her.  “That’s not true, none of that is true-”

“It is” He replies, brokenly.

She shakes her head, and steps closer to him.

“It lied to you,” She tells him.  “I know It probably told you some terrible, nasty things,”

Richie squeezes his eyes shut, and the next thing he knows, he’s falling to his knees.  But (y/n) follows, kneeling down with him and shuffling even closer.

“But babe,” She murmured, “It was lying, it was all a trick”

She could feel his tears slipping down his cheeks and over her fingers.

“I just- I don’t want to drag you down-”

“Drag me down?” She repeats in a whisper, thumbs stroking away his tears once more.  “Richie,” His eyes open when she says his name, soft and sweet-like.

She pushes his glasses up on top of his mess of curls so she can swipe away the tears under his eyes.

“You do nothing but lift me up,” She tells him.  “You’re my ray of sunshine in this terrible fucking town,” An anxious and uncertain smile trembles on her lips.  “And all those things you’re so worried about, I love about you,”

There’s a pause as her eyes flicker between his, before gently placing his glasses back on his nose.

“I’m in love with you,” She murmurs.  “I love you so much,” She repeats in a sigh, just in case he didn’t hear her the first time.  “So much”

A short breath of a laugh escapes him, and a small smile begins to tug on his lips as he looks at her.  He knows she means it, he can feel it, he can see it in her eyes that she’s being genuine.

He takes her hands from his face, setting them gently in her lap before cupping her face in his own hands.

“I love you too” He tells her, and before he can lean in, she’s shooting forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting her lips on his firmly.

It’s unlike any other kisses they’ve shared.  It’s desperate, and careful, and loving, and conveyed every last drop of fear that they’d had in losing each other.  She’s kissing him so passionately that her chest is heaving, but she can’t bear to pull away now.

Richie holds her in his lap, and she’s wrapped up in his arms so securely that she’s sure, and she hopes, she’ll never be able to get out of them.

When her lips are swollen and her lungs are burning for oxygen, she finally leaned back slightly, but only by a few centimeters.

“You can’t leave me,” She tells him through heavy breaths.  Her eyes are still closed, but he’s staring intently at her anyways.  “I need you too much- don’t leave me”

He nods in agreement, caressing her cheek affectionately.

“Okay,” He hums, and kisses her lips chastely.  “I won’t… I won’t”

She falls forward, and embraces him tightly.

Richie’s arms wind around her lower back again, and they sit for a long time like this, catching their breath and holding onto one another firmly, so that neither can leave.

“We have to go back” Richie says after a long time.

“I know” She murmurs against his neck.

“We have to kill that fucking clown” He says, voice dropping it’s gentle tone, turning hard, and final.

“I know” She repeats, the same vengeful tone in her own voice.

Nothing was ever going to come between them again, that was for sure.

___

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Idk if you've done this before if you have I'm sorry but drew or rafe spanking you for the first time and you both liking it and you both find a new kink your into

Listen.... I'll do it one hundred times. I'm weak for this man.

Author's Notes: I chose Rafe! For some reason I feel like I don't have enough about him - the good stuff? So hereee we go! If this was your request I hope you love it. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Smut *(spanking, choking, rougher sex? unprotected sex - please be safe out there, your choice how!)

Requested? YES! Requests for OBX are OPEN!

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Rafe stumbled up the stairs towards his bedroom with the girl in his arms. She placed kiss after kiss down his neck and he found it incredibly distracting to keep his focus as he reached for his bedroom door.

"Stop." Rafe demanded breathlessly as he pressed the girl against his door, twisting the gold knob to open it and then carried her inside his room.

"I thought you liked it." She replied as she ran her fingers up into his hair then pressed another kiss to his jawline.

"I can't focus when you do shit like that." Rafe grumbled as he dropped her onto his bed, but held her thighs around his waist. He loved how warm she was around him and he couldn't wait to sink deeper into that feeling.

Rafe knelt on the bed with his girlfriend wrapped around him, her hands reaching for the buttons of his shirt as he pushed her pretty sundress around her hips. He thumbed at the satin material of her panties and bent down to kiss her lips.

"Take this off." She whined as she pulled on the last button of his shirt and reached for the collar.

"So fucking bratty tonight. Don't wreck my collar, shit's expensive." Rafe growled against her pout as he reached up to grab her wrists then pin them against his mattress.

"Take your shirt off and I won't wreck it." She replied as she writhed beneath him, her ankles locking at the small of his back to pull him closer.

Rafe chuckled while his girlfriend struggled beneath his strength. He licked his lips as he watched her chest rise and fall with frustrated breath as she gave one more tug to free her wrists from his grasp then gave up.

"Good girl. Now, turn the fuck over." Rafe grinned as he released her wrists and shrugged out of his shirt.

He felt a dull ache in his heart when she unwrapped her legs from around him and turned over, but his nerve endings were on fire again when she turned back around and pressed her backside into his groin.

"Rafe, c'mon!" She whined as she wiggled her backside against him, looking back at him over her shoulder.

"Don't rush me!" Rafe barked as he laid a firm smack on her backside, his palm connecting perfectly with her smooth skin.

He heard his girlfriend audibly gasp when their skin connected, and his stomach fell to his feet. He was certain he had crossed a line. Sure, he gave her the playful smack now and then when he walked by her, a little pat to make her wiggle and whine his name, but he had never actually spanked his girlfriend before.

"Do it again, Rafe. Please." She whispered as her back arched and she rubbed her backside against him.

"You like that?" Rafe growled as he pulled his palm back and placed another firm smack on her other cheek.

"Yes, Rafe." She breathed out while her hands stretched out in front of her, her chest dropped down to the mattress as her backside stayed in the air for all of his attention.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Rafe groaned as he hooked his fingers in the straps of her panties and tugged them over the swell of her backside to her knees. He fell to his hands above her, his chest pressed against her back while he pressed a hot kiss to the side of her face.

"I don't know." She whined as her hips rolled back against him for his attention, her fingertips pulling at his sheets. She turned to face to try and kiss his lips, but as soon as she felt his breath of her face, he was upright on his knees and his warmth against her back long gone.

"Don't have to be embarrassed, sweetheart. Anything else you wanna tell me?" Rafe mumbled as his hands kneaded as her backside, calloused fingertips brushing over her soft skin.

"I love you, Rafe." She whimpered as she pressed her cheek to the mattress and looked back at him, eyes desperate.

"I know you do, sweetheart. But that's not what I asked." Rafe breathed while he removed his hands from his girlfriend to undo his belt and pants.

"I just really like when you put your hands on me." She whimpered as she shifted back on her knees so her backside was pressed to him completely, hot skin against hot skin.

"Yeah? Like this?" Rafe growled as he reached his hand forward, wrapping it around her throat to pull her upright on her knees. Her back was pressed against his chest as she rubbed her backside against his erection, silently begging him for anything else.

"Yes, Rafe." She hissed while she reached a hand back to tug at his hair, while the other gripped at his wrist while his fingers flexed gently on her throat.

"Ready for me?" Rafe breathed out against the side of her face, his free hand behind them as he lined himself up with her entrance.

"Please, baby." She sobbed out while she rested her back on his shoulder, her nails pulling down his forearm as he teased them both while his tip rubbed through her wet folds.

"Good girl." Rafe moaned from deep in his chest as he guided himself inside her, settling inside her tight warmth while he flexed his grip on her throat just a little.

"Rafe, I can't...put me down." She panted as her thighs shook while she held her weight as Rafe stilled inside of her.

He pressed a few kisses down her neck, releasing his hand from her throat to place both hands on her hips and knocked her back down to her hands and knees in front him.

"Too much for you, sweetheart?" Rafe growled as he placed a firm slap on the left side of her ass, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips as she yelped.

"Fuck you, Cameron." She hissed while her fingertips grabbed at the sheets and tugged, her nails almost piercing through the fabric as he thrust into her at a near brutal pace.

"Thought you wanted it." Rafe grunted as he pulled out to the tip then thrust back inside of her, sending her into the mattress as he laid his chest on her back. He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck as he reached his right hand forward to grab at her throat again, pulling her cheek off the bed.

"I dooooo." She moaned as she gripped at the sheets while he flexed his fingers on her pulse point with his right hand, his left hand smoothing over the raised skin on her backside.

"You like it?" Rafe inquired while he placed a harsh smack on either side of her ass then squeezed her flesh.

"Yes, yes. Rafe, I'm gonna - "

"You fucking better." Rafe growled with a gentle squeeze to her throat, never restricting his love's air. He grabbed hold of her hip with his free hand and gripped tightly as he chased after both of their orgasms, his body curled over hers.

"Rafe!" She cried out as her body shook with her orgasm, her innermost walls clenching around him. If the music of the party hadn't been so loud, the laughter of the kids downstairs echoing throughout the halls of Tannyhill then everyone in the house certainly would have heard her.

They probably did anyways.

Rafe released his hold on his girlfriend's throat and grabbed at her hips with both hands instead, his own hips rabid as he followed his waves of pleasure towards his orgasm. He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck then sat upright with a roar to the ceiling as he came inside of her, a bruising grip on her on flesh.

Rafe pulled out of his love then collapsed on the bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her against him.

"I love you, too." He breathed against the back of her neck as he held her close against him.

"What?" She whispered as her hands covered his on her stomach, her head rested back on his shoulder to try and see his handsome face.

"Before, you said you loved me. I didn't say it back. I love you, sweetheart." Rafe mumbled against the soft, sweaty skin of her neck while he gently ran his fingertips over the raised flesh of her backside.

"I know you do, baby." She replied as she reached back to run her fingertips through his hair, damp with sweat.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Rafe questioned as his soft kisses made their way from the back of her neck to the top of her shoulder.

"No, Rafe. Not in anyway I didn't like." She smiled as she rolled her neck to the side to encourage his affection along the side of her neck.

"Good. Now I know I can get you over my knee when you're really bratty." Rafe smirked as he licked up the side of her neck, giving her slightly sore backside a little squeeze.

"Rafe!"

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[ezraspiderwick]

Paw Prints On Our Hearts (part II)

Frankie adopts Odin

Pairing: Frankie x F!Reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, PTSD, mentions of alcohol, animal shelters, Frankie doubting himself

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PART 1

For the first time since he came back home, Frankie wakes up after a peaceful night of sleep. Picking up his phone and blinking as the light fills the room, he discovers it’s a little past four am. The animal shelter won’t open for another four hours, he needs something to do in the meantime. Going back to sleep is not an option as he doesn’t want to risk having a nightmare when the day is going well. So instead, he goes to the kitchen for a glass of water. The alcohol on the counter tempts him, but if he’s going to take care of another living being he needs to be sober so he quickly drinks the water and gets out of there.

Perhaps a little exercise could help take his mind off things. Despite the freezing early morning temperature he puts on some shorts and a hoodie and goes out for a run. Not used to exercising anymore, by the time he has run a mile his lungs are burning and his legs feel stiff, prompting him to sit on a park bench and recover some energy. From there he can see how the sun rises behind the houses, the red and oranges filling the sky, and much to his surprise his lips curl up at the sight.

.

Times passes slowly. Even with him taking double the time he would normally take showering, even with ordering an extra sandwich at the drive-thru for breakfast, and even after picking all the things a dog may need at a 24-hour shop, he still ends up being at the shelter an hour earlier.

He sits on his truck half-listening to the radio, half-worrying about whether he’s good enough for Odin when your car appears. There’s no trying to hide he's there so early when there aren't any other cars in the entire parking lot, so when he locks eyes with you he gives you a little wave, which you immediately return. Both of you get out of your cars and meet in the middle.

“I wasn’t sure you’d show up,” you admit.

“I had a promise I needed to keep.” He expects you to say that you've changed your mind and that he can't adopt that little dog but you just smile.

“Okay, well, I need to take care of a couple of things before I can fill Odin’s paperwork.” You check your watch. “It’ll take an hour at most, you can come and wait inside if you want.”

He nods and follows you into the building. “The waiting room is that way.” You point to the hall as you pick a very big, and by the looks of it, very heavy bag of dog food. Frankie rushes to your side and takes the bag from you.

“Let me help you with this.”

“Thank you.” Your smile is so sweet and causes butterflies to appear on his stomach, but before he can think too much about them you speak again. “Wanna help me feed the dogs?”

“Sure.”

As soon as you enter the kennel area at the back of the building, the dogs go crazy, they bark and jump demanding your attention. All the noise makes Frankie’s head pound and he stops, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He opens them when he feels your hand on his arm. “Are you okay?” He nods but you keep staring at him, not entirely convinced with his answer.

“I’m okay.”   Your eyes linger on him for another second before turning to the first kennel and opening the door.

The golden retriever who lives inside stands on his back paws and licks your face. “I missed you too girl,” you chuckle, and Frankie relaxes at the sound. Nothing bad will happen here, these are just dogs. When you finally manage to get the dog to sit you turn to Frankie and grab some food from the bag to pour it into the bowl.

For the next hour, Frankie helps you feed and pet all the dogs in this section, and by the time you reach the last kennel both of you are covered in dog hair and saliva but with a smile on your faces. “You did amazing. I might have to ask for your help more often,” you tease.

“Just let me know when and I’d be happy to help.” The sincerity in his answer makes you smile brighter.

“Let’s go get Odin.” You guide him to a small office where Odin is still sleeping on a bed on the floor. He yawns and stretches before standing up and walking to Frankie, who picks him up and is rewarded by the dog licking his face. “We keep him here since it’s quieter,” you explain as you place some papers on the desk.

While you fill out the paperwork he tries to get Odin to calm down. “I know boy, I’m happy to see you too.” He is so focused on the dog that he misses the way you sweetly smile at him. A couple of minutes later when Odin has finally settled on his lap you hand him the adoption form. He looks over the document, it says he’ll be responsible for taking care of Odin from now on. He scratches his ear.

This is real, can he even do this?

“You know this is just a formality,” you say noticing his hesitation. “You’ll do great with him.”

“How do you know?” His mouth feels dry, maybe this was a bad idea. You have so much faith in him and he doesn’t deserve it.

“Hey, I’ve known you for less than twenty-four hours and I can tell that you are very gentle and caring, exactly what Odin needs.” You rip a piece of paper and write a phone number on it. “And if you ever need help, just call me.”

He takes the paper and puts it in his pocket before signing the form, which you take and stash in a folder. “Congrats Odin you got yourself a human.” You pet the dog’s head and then extend a hand to Frankie. “And congrats Frankie on getting the sweetest dog ever. You’re a good match.”

He shakes your hand. “Thank you.”

“If it’s alright with you I’d like to do a house visit in about a week to see how he’s doing.”

“Of course.”

“Great, see you in a week.” You exchange one last smile as he goes out of the office.

Once he gets to his truck, he carefully places Odin on the front seat. The dog is looking at him with curiosity, his little tongue hanging outside his mouth, “Okay boy, let’s go home.”

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[apocalypticgargoyle]

Dream smut or fluff where reader and him are high key mean to eachotjer despite having so many mutual friends, but then something (very vague i know I’m sorry) makes them have to get close and the develop feelings? Sorry I’m shit at requests but thank you!!!

i know this is shitty im sorry akjsdh bls forgive me

𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑. ♘ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

± warnings: dream being a dick, slight slut shaming, toxic behavior, vulgar/suggestive mentions and language, sexual harassment on a bus (not by dream, you can breathe)

⋆ song recommendation: When the Night is Over by Lord Huron

You pulled a blanket beneath your chin, yawning slightly at whatever the tv was playing. You only had it on in an attempt to drown out the noises coming from your roommate's bedroom as she smoozed her date. You were honestly shocked the two hadn’t moved in together yet with all the time they spent wrapped up.

Her door opened, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of you sprawled out on the couch. He marched toward you quietly, hovering over your shoulder. You peered up at her hesitantly. “What are you watching?” She asked, voice barely above a whisper. You furrowed your brows, opening your mouth to speak but she hurriedly cut you off. “Do you mind watching it at Nick’s instead?”

You raised your eyebrows. “You’re kicking me out again?” She gave you an apologetic smile, making you roll your eyes as you stood up and pulled on your jacket. “This would hurt less if they also paid rent,” you mumbled, with a small glare.

She thanked you repeatedly, holding onto your arm as you gathered what little belongings you needed for the night. “I promise I’ll make it up to you,” she courted, opening the door for you. “Tomorrow, dinner’s on me okay?” You sent her a tired look and she apologized again. She stopped you as you stepped out into the cold night, leaning through the space between the door and the frame. “Maybe you can cozy up to that Clay guy? You guys have such a good vibe,” she mocked, making you chuckle lightly.

You shook your head, waving to her. “Enjoy your night. Please, for the love of God, clean the bathroom afterward,” you called, hearing her laugh at your statement.

The bus ride was quiet due to the time of night and the weather, both of which you didn’t mind. You knew Nick’s house would be warm and loud. Before you knew it, you found yourself in front of his apartment door, kicking at the concrete ground as you heard someone stumbling to let you inside. The door opened swiftly, Clay’s large frame blocking the light from the kitchen. He leaned against the doorframe mockingly as he looked at you.

He wet his lips. “Who’s the lucky guy tonight?” He joshed.

You rolled your eyes, brushing past his body to get out of the cold. “Whoever’s dick you’re not sucking, I guess,” you quipped back, making him laugh darkly. You kicked off your shoes as he shut the door. “Where’s Sapnap?” You asked, shrugging off your jacket. You’d texted him ahead of time to ask if you could stay over, which he readily agreed to.

Clay sent you a smug look. “You guys have a fun night planned?” He made a gesture with his hand to insinuate you were there to give Nick a handjob.

You bit back a chuckle. “Why? You wanna join?” You shot back. He bit his lip and moaned pornographically.

“Cut it out, Dream,” Nick grumbled as he walked into the room. He pulled on your arm to follow him.

Dream scoffed exasperatedly. “Me? I’m not the one who started it!” He called after the two of you.

As Nick pushed you out of the room, you turned your head. “You most certainly did!” You answered. You heard him chuckle at your words as Nick shut the door to his room. You plopped down on his bed as he sat in his chair, swiveling to look at you. “Why does Dream pick at me so much?” You mumbled, fishing in your pockets for your phone.

“He’s jealous,” Nick answered absent-mindedly. “What's the date look like tonight?” He asked, referring to the reason you were there in the first place. This wasn’t the first time or the last time your roommate had kicked you out. It was becoming a more frequent occurrence for you to end up on Nick’s couch or at their place in the middle of the day with your toothbrush and a change of clothes.

You moved to lean into his pillows. “I don’t know, it's the same granola fucker she’s been hanging around,” you answered.

He rubbed his chin with a slight smirk. “There’s a subtle justice to knowing she’s still with that asshat,” he commented, making you snort.

A week later, you were on your way back to your apartment after a lecture when someone felt you up. It was the straw on the camel’s back for you as you spin around to smack the guy, stirring up a few of the bystanders. You’d walked the rest of the way home, stepping through the door to be met with your roommate and her hookup twisted together in the kitchen.

You clamped your hand over your eyes, mumbling about how you just wanted to take a nap when you were once again sent to Nick’s. You let subtle tears fall as you trudged your way across the city, hoping to get out whatever darkness you had to your attitude. The last thing you wanted to do was confront Clay looking like you did. He was like the troll with the keys to the bridge. That was really the only reason the two of you ever talked, so you knew he’d be waiting to berate you before you could get to Nick.

As you walked into the building, you spotted Clay carrying a large box, his hair slightly disheveled and his hands dirty. You knew almost instantly that he was probably attempting to fix the kitchen sink and got a call because of the size of the package. That sink had been dripping since they’d moved in, making it Clay’s mission to futz around with it every Friday afternoon. You tried helping him one time, only ending up with a deflated sense of confidence and the second wave of your childhood anger issues.

He nodded at you as you held the elevator door open for him. “What’s up, babycakes?” He chirped, popping his gum. When you hesitated to answer, he looked at you fully, scoffing. “Damn, walk of shame gone sour?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, inhaling deeply to try and calm your nerves. “I’m not really in the mood today,” you muttered, tucking your hands between your back and the wall.

He snorted, setting the box down between his feet. “You’re always in the mood! Isn’t that like your thing,” he continued to jeer. “You look like you had a fun night though-”

“Clay, stop. I’m serious,” barked at him. His expression twisting at your use of his name.

He raised his hands in mock defense. “Sorry, I thought we had---like a bit thing, um-” he cut himself off, awkwardly shoving his fists in his pockets. After a beat of silence between the two of you, the elevator came to a sharp halt on the wrong floor, the light switching to red. The two of you shared a look, knowing that the landlord was probably flipping the wrong switches again. Clay texted Nick to see what was going on.

It began to grow colder in the elevator, as it usually did. When it was off, the cold from outside usually seeped in through the elevator shaft. There was one time you were stuck in the elevator for a few hours with one of your neighbors and Karl when he had come to visit. Back then, the three of you played Uno on the guy’s phone. It was also summer, so the chill creeping up your legs wasn’t as intolerable as it was now.

You rubbed the arms of your sweater in hopes of generating some kind of warmth. Clay watched you carefully, his hands moving to grip the bar behind him. “Do you want my sweatshirt?” He offered. You shook your head, sliding onto the ground and hugging your knees to your chest. He hesitantly slumped down beside you, kicking his long legs out towards the door. The red light filling the space made his features look softer.

He nudged your arm gently with his own. “I know I’m not Sapnap, but…” he chewed on the inside of his cheek, shrugging slightly, “I mean, we’re stuck in here. We can talk about it.”

You blinked away the tears threatening to spill once again, your eyes burning and tired. “I haven’t slept with him, you know?” You stated, turning to look at him briefly before moving to sit cross-legged, planning with your fingers. “I’ve never even kissed him. I’ve never kissed anyone,” you scoffed. Clay was silent, but out of the corner of your eye, you could see him watching you intently.

Being this close to him, you could smell the smoky vanilla undertones of his cologne. The scent reminded you of a masculine version of the candle your aunt always burned when she went out for a night to spite her ex-husband.

Clay leaned his head back against the wood paneling, his soft blond hair flattening in the back to spread against the wall. You swallowed, sighing slightly. “I haven’t even had my first kiss yet and I’m getting groped on the bus and kicked out of my damn apartment because my roommate and her fucking boyfriend have to hook up on every surface. Nothing is sacred.” You shook your head, wiping away some stray tears with the back of your hand and sniffling pathetically. “You can keep making slut jokes, I don’t care. But I swear to God, I haven’t done anything with Sapnap. Or Karl, or Quackity. No one.”

He chuckled softly. “I know. That’s why I used to make those jokes,” he mumbled. “It was like… ironic humor. And then it got so far that the only way I knew you’d talk back to me was if I was fucking around with you,” he admitted. You chuckled slightly at his words, taking a deep breath.

“Oh, Dream,” you sighed. “I would have hooked up with you if you weren’t such an ass,” you chided. His laugh made you feel better. He held his hand out to you, more for support than anything, but as you laced your fingers with his, your heart eased, feeling safe beside him.

After a beat of silence, he spoke up again. "I can ride the bus with you now... if you want..." He offered, a shyness that seemed so foreign to his character shown through his eyes. "I promise I won't grope you," he joshed, making you roll your eyes.

"That's really not something we should be joking about," you mumbled, wiping away the rest of your tears on your sleeve.

His thumb brushed against the back of your hand soothingly. "I mask my awkwardness around you in dark humor. I'm sorry."

[cloudenthusiast2]

To be a human - Scaramouche x reader - Part 3

You knew committing to a relationship with Scaramouche would be no easy task but you loved him dearly and unlike others, you believed he wasn't evil. But as a mortal and the devoted protector of your village you were too much of a good person, too much of a human compared to him and your differences slowly start to show.

Previous: Part 2 Next: Part 4

Length: ~1000 words (??)

Trigger warnings: yelling, Scara being an asshole (so nothing new)

You stormed into your own house and threw your polearm far away from you. It landed on the other side of the room, loudly clattering on the ground.

You could hear Scaramouche's steps behind you but before he could've caught up to you, you flounced to the kitchen.

All you wanted to do is shut the door behind you but even then, something held you back from doing it. The great sense of justice in you didn't let you separate yourself from your lover.

It wanted to hear an explanation.

How actually desperate you were for one! Even though you were absolutely furious, you still really hoped he could clean himself in your eyes with some words. Yes, it would only take some words, one sentence or a half and...

'You runned of like a spoilt child.'

You bit your lips to lock them and keep yourself from screaming and yelling at him.

What were you even hoping for? It's Scaramouche, he obviously won't realise he hurt you.

With slow movements, you turned around to face him. You looked into his icy eyes and when you spoke, your voice was just as cold as his gaze.

'Dare to explain what happened?'

'Are you stupid? You saw it with your own eyes.'

'I meant your reaction' you hissed in fury.

His answer was to simply shrug his shoulders.

'I sent them away. You should be grateful I did that before you could've made the situation worse.'

'Say, Balladeer' you narrowed your eyes. 'What would you have done if it was the other way? If my people attacked yours?'

He didn't even hesitate.

'Kill them' he claimed in a way that said the answer should've been obvious for you.

You tried to remain calm as you asked him:

'And you don't see a problem here?'

He has been standing in the kitchen's door but now he walked inside, closer to you. His movements seemed kind of threatening but you didn't move back an inch.

You always turned a blind eye to the truth about him. It was time to face it.

He stopped a feet away from you. He didn't come closer to try and reassure you, he did it to make sure you heard everything he said well.

'Shall I be the one to break it to you?' He asked mockingly, his grin showing pity and despite at the same time. 'I think it's time you finally realise. That these people's lives mean nothing.'

'You can't actually mean that' you declared immediately.

Scaramouche laughed and his voice sent shivers down your spine - instead of making you smile like it used to do.

'You're so naive, it kills me! My dear, I knew you were attached to these people but I had no idea you actually take this thing so seriously.'

'What the hell are you talking about?'

Your harsh, freezing cold tone wiped the smile off his face.

He rose his hands and tilted his hat back a little to take a good look at your face. The previous, icy look took over his expression once again as he spoke.

'These weak mortals are nothing but dust coming from dust.' He said bluntly and you knew he meant every single word that came out of his mouth. 'Their lives hold no meaning. They born, reproduce then die in a spam of some years. Disposable garbage.'

'So' your voice shook as you tried to speak after a long silence. 'This is... what I am to you? Replaceable, disposable garbage?'

'What?' You had every right to be shocked but now he seemed surprised as well. He shook his head, the bells on his clothing violently clinking. 'No, of course not. You're obviously different.'

'Why?'

Scaramouche blenched at this simple question and quietly stared for a minute.

You were deeply shook. So many emotions were fighting inside you but all you felt at that moment was deep, incredible sadness. You gulped to hold back your tears and repeated the question.

'Why... would I be any different?'

'Well... because you belong to me' he finally answered.

'Scaramouche, you're delusional!' You bursted out.

You started laughing. Because you couldn't believe you actually thought he was a good person. Because you were hysterical and made a stupid pun since he literally had a delusion himself.

'I'm only saying the truth!' He barked irately.

'You're lying!' You snapped so loudly that he unintentionally took a step back.

Scaramouche has never seen you like this. So mad. So done. You were patient with everyone and never raised your voice at him or anyone else.

'You're lying!' There was so much power and anger in your shout that it actually took his voice away. 'Mortals aren't insignificant just because beings exist that are more powerful than them! Not a single human's life is worthless! They have hopes and ambitions, they have the ability to change the world around them, just like you do! They feel, just like you... should do.'

You glared at him in fury, fervid fire burning in your eyes. You let go of the chair you have been holding onto and stepped closer to him.

He stood there without moving an inch, even when you put your face close so to his, he could feel your warm breath on his skin.

'I don't know what happened' you whispered quietly. 'But something is clearly wrong with you. Just what happened in Inazuma?'

'I have no idea what you're talking about.' Scaramouche finally moved. He grabbed your arm and pushed you further away from himself.

He thought that way he'd finally be able to breath freely but the weight on his chest didn't weigh less, even like this. It should've been a warning sign but the growing annoyance and anger inside his heart completely blinded him.

'I always felt like this' he stated, not caring about the impact his words caused. 'You knew it, don't try to deny the truth! And you know that I'm right! Face it!'

'You're not!' You screamed back at him. 'I will rather die before I agree anything you said!'

'Oh, you are going to die indeed if you keep believing in those ridiculous views of yours, don't worry.'

The exact moment these words left Scaramouche's lips, he deeply regretted saying them.

His heartbeat dropped as he saw your eyes widen.

There was a short silence.

Then you spoke.

'Get out' you whispered, your voice dying away. 'Get out of... my house.'

He looked at you once again. Opened his mouth then closed it.

You looked... broken. And he knew that he wouldn't be able to just replace the pieces that fell out because of him.

But the freezing cold that surrounded his heart suddenly started to melt away as his dismay slowly turned into anger.

Why should he feel bad again? It was you in the first place who had ridiculous views, it was you who got sensitive when all he did was to just tell you the truth! You were in the wrong here, not him!

'Leave' you repeated in a shaking but determined voice.

'Gladly' he nodded and the corners of his mouth curved up into a mocking, sarky smile. 'You're doing nothing but a burden holding me back anyway.'

'I said, leave!' You rose your voice one more time, trying your hardest not to cry in front of him. 'And don't ever come back again!'

Scaramouche laughed as he turned his back on you.

'Don't worry, I don't intend to. But don't say I didn't warn you!' He added as he waved goodbye. He stopped at the door for a moment and looked back at you one last time. 'One day you'll come to your senses and all of your ideals will be shattered. Looking forward to it.'

Your tears blurred your vision as you watched him walk out on the door he not so long ago stepped in as your lover.

And now that you were completely alone...

You could break down.

[gotnofucks]

Chemical Romance

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Chris won’t have you running away from him. You’re his. He owns your heart, and now he’ll own all of you.

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: RPF, smut, slight dubcon(ish), jealous and possessive Chris, toxic relationship, recording without permission, forced marriage

A/N: I wrote this months ago and pulled it out to share it with my bestie @donutloverxo​ . Berry finally convinced me to post this and helped me beta this. Babe, I love you!

You were way past your teenage years, and yet you had the urge to giggle like one. If you licked your lips, you could still taste the trace of wine that had stained his lips. The memory of them pressing against you, brushing gently until they tangled in a mix of tongue and teeth had a delicious heat burning in your face. This was a good date, the third good date with a good man you met, and you were excited for more.

Looking over your shoulder you saw the lights of his car disappearing in the dark of night and you sighed contently, shutting your door behind you and dropping your keys in the bowl by the door. All of a sudden, your body broke into goosepimples, a chill settling over you and it took you a moment to understand why. Your body was recognizing the dark presence before your mind could.

“Good evening sweetheart. Had a good date?”                                                      

The door was right behind you, you could easily grab your car keys right now and run away. And yet all you could do was hold onto the wall as your knees trembled. You’d never been good at running away from him anyway.

Chris was lounging on your sofa, watching you with those arresting blue eyes that you knew changed shades with his mood. His beard was thicker than the last you’d seen him, and his lips were pulled into a sardonic smirk, eyes glinting furiously.

“How?” You sputtered, still rooted to your spot. You could run, you should run, but you knew you wouldn’t go far. He let you go only so far to give you a false sense of achievement, a mere taste of relief and freedom until he snatched you back to himself.

“I always think that every time you leave, it would be the last. You’ll realize that its futile, you’ll realize that we’re meant to be together.” Chris said, “But never did I imagine you to be stupid enough to be with another man.”

His voice had been described as dreamy by many, even by yourself, but right now it only rang of danger and anger. Softness was Chris’s weapon, to deliver the meanest words with a smile that was poison sweet. One time, you had loved to taste that poison yourself. Did it still run in your veins and taint you?

Looking at you from under his lashes, he spread his legs and beckoned you to him. You gulped before following, not daring to look away from him until you were before him.

“Kneel” He ordered softly. You knees hit the ground, the rug digging into your skin. He watched you watch him, eyes locked in a dialog of their own until his rough hand caressed the skin of your cheek. You leaned into his touch, hating yourself for being a slave to him and your desire. Even on your knees, the familiar feeling of peace flooded your senses. Nothing made you feel as alive as worshiping him. And nothing killed you as much as loving him.

“Please” You begged, pressing a kiss into his palm. “Don’t do this to me.”

Chris regarded you with a look that was almost tender, his blue eyes staring into your own as if unearthing every secret you had ever kept from him. He pulled you closer, close enough to have you raise up and hold his shoulders while his lips brushed gently against yours.

“For as long as I live, you are mine. You know that. Why must you fight it?”

It had been a couple months since you last saw him, since the pads of his fingers had glided over the curves of your body and claimed you as his. You melted, you melted like the butter in a hot pan, sizzling with the heat of his ardor. One taste of him and you were ready to forget why you had left him, why you had packed up and left his house when he was out. Chris Evans didn’t just play your body, he also played your heart. He loved you so hard that it hurt.

You wondered if you should fight, if you should scream or cry. But you knew it the moment you walked inside your house tonight: you were going nowhere but to him. He held you as you captured his lips in yours, a hand fisting his hair and tugging. He pulled until you were on his lap, his beard scratching your skin and reminding you of all the ways he had marked you before.

Panting, you pulled away when he breathily whispered your name, eyes liquid and feral and kind. He was a man of many layers and you had unveiled the darkest of them. He no longer hid the rawest parts of him, and you never knew if it was a good thing or not.

“Pack up, I’m taking you back home.” He said, hands settling on your waist. “I am not spending one more night in a bed without you.”

You nodded, stealing another kiss until you surrendered to his demands. Again.

Dodger ran to you, whining and wagging his tail as you sat down to give him better access. You’d missed your furry companion, his coat soft on your cheek when you nuzzled into him. Chris chuckled, rolling your bags into his room while you and Dodger had your little reunion.

“I am so sorry Bubba” You cooed to him, scratching behind his ears. “I missed you so much. Did you miss me, hmm?”

Dodger barked, rubbing his body against you. You laughed, cuddling your little boy. You’d missed waking upto him snuggled by your feet and the soft pattering of his feet as he followed you around.

“He didn’t eat right for a week after you left. You were being a bad mommy.” Chris said coming behind you. He petted Dodger before pulling you up by your arm, your chest flushed to his. You loved how he smelled of coffee and beer and cinnamon. He tasted of them too, bitter and addictive.

Your fingers traced a path in his beard, lips pressing into the hollow of his throat. It scared you how much power he had over you. You’d promised yourself you’ll break away from his hold when you found him snooping in your phone again. His possessiveness knew no bounds. If Chris had it his way, he’d hide you in a castle made only for his eyes. But right now, in the heaven of his arms, you couldn’t remember why you left him in the first place.

“I am sorry.” You whispered, hugging him tight. His arms came around you, holding you so possessively close that even death couldn’t rip you apart. Chemical romance, that’s how Scott had explained your relationship once. Your friends had stopped complaining, had stopped warning after losing count over how often you broke up and got back together.

“I am so pissed at you.” He said in your ear, breath warm on your skin. “I want to erase every lingering trace of that man’s touch from your body. But more than that, I need to remind you who you belong to.”

You refused to look at him, burying your head in his chest even as you held him tighter.

“I belong to you. I know it baby, I made a mistake.” You said, voice muffled. Chris tutted, pushing your face away firmly as he forced you to meet his intense gaze.

“Here I am, feeling guilty for even touching other women during a scene that is supposed to be my job. And my girl goes around fucking other men because we had an argument?” He hissed, a nerve throbbing in his temple. You pouted, bottom lip wobbling as you tried not to cry. You were raised to be a strong woman, someone who could speak for herself. How was it so easy for this man to reduce you to a sniveling woman for something that wasn’t even your fault.

“I didn’t fuck him.” You countered and Chris’s eyes flashed. You stared at each other until Chris practically growled and dragged you towards the bedroom. Dodger trailed behind you, stopping once Chris ordered him to stay put.

His bedroom, a space you had shared and abandoned all too many times was the same as always. It reeked of his aftershave and cologne, the stars winking at you from the window that overlooked the ground. Chris shut the door, rounding on you and pushing you towards the bed.

“You didn’t fuck him?” He spat, ticked off. “You let him touch you, you let him put his hands on what belongs to me.”

You shivered as your back met the cold sheets, bouncing slightly on the mattress. His anger was scary, but more than that it was exciting. It was you who had brought this strong, powerful man to this animalistic side. You, who could make him scowl and shout and get his heart pumping enough to bring blood to his face. You, who made him primitive as he held you down and fucked you into submission.

“We only kissed.” You said, knowing how to provoke him. That kiss was nice, it was sweet. But your body craved rough and hard, it craved to be possessed and used and worshiped. It craved Chris who left his handprints on your butt and his spent in your cunt. It craved Chris who kissed you until you were out of breath, who whispered the filthiest things to you as he buried himself in your warmth over and over until you were too hoarse to even cry.

He knew it, he read that in your eyes and in your touch that seared through the layers of clothes on his body. He knew you were getting under his skin on purpose, hurting him the way he hurt you so many times. Neither of you held back.

You tore away at his clothes, bucking your hips frantically in a bid to get closer. Chris cursed, squeezing your ass in his large hands and grounding his hardness on your thigh.

“You are testing me” He warned, naked flesh touching yours and hands entwining. You ignored him, the wetness dripping down your core begging his attention.

“Eat me” You cried, wiggling under him. He held fast, rubbing his cock on your abdomen, groaning softly. He nuzzled your neck, kissing softly on the spot he knew drove you wild. His weight prevented you from moving too much, not allowing you to do anything for yourself.

“You don’t tell me what to do baby. Not after letting another man touch you. Not after you walked out on me again.” He said angrily, forcing his gentle touch on your body that craved his roughness. You sobbed against his mouth, getting drunk on his lazy kisses and feather soft caresses. You knew what he was doing, you knew he wanted you to break and beg. And you had no dignity.

“Please” You begged, pathetically with tears in your eyes. “Give me what I want Chris. I’ll be good to you, I promise.”

He smirked, sucking a pert nipple in his mouth and rolling it between his tongue. You moaned, struggling to move more. It wasn’t enough to have you under him. He needed more than your compliance. He needed your surrender, he needed you to love him with a hunger as great as his. He was greedy.

“Even when you beg, you look like a goddess. You’re my angel, but I’m not gonna let you go to heaven. We’ll sin together in hell.”

He dove in, tongue swiping away your juice in a practiced move as you howled at the suddenness of his attack. Your thighs held his head captive between their plump flesh, mewls spilling from your mouth without restraint as he finally gave you what you wanted. You pulled on his hair, steering him closer to your core that was flaming under his mouth and flooding with pleasure.

“Oh Chris!” You moaned, writhing and trembling. You had missed his beard scratching the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, missed his nails digging in your flesh to keep you steady, missed his tongue poking inside your warm cavern to taste your sweet nectar. Chris never worshiped you like a devotee to the lord. He worshipped you like a man summoning the devil, by spilling blood and leaving marks that stain the soul.

“Look at you go darling, so beautiful” He praised, easing a finger inside you and curling it. You threw your head back, shattering with an orgasm that took your breath away. Pleasure was a feeling you were familiar with, but combined with Chris’s love and anger, it formed the most intoxicating mix that got you dizzy.

He kissed the swollen head of your clit, gently easing you down from your high with praises whispered directly to your leaking cunt. He cupped your pussy, grinding his heels against you as your eyes met.

“Nobody else will touch you here. Or anywhere else for that matter.” He ordered and you nodded, still desperate for him. His cock was red and angry, warm drops of precum leaking over your stomach and you tugged at him, asking to fill you up.

“Chris, I need you inside me. Please.”

He crawled up and laid beside you, jerking you on top of him. Your hands found his chest, lightly playing with his nipples and the spattering of hair there before moving down to cup his hardness and his balls. He jerked at the first contact, closing his eyes as his breath hitched and you smiled at your own effect over him. You could reduce him to a mess just as well he could to you.

Pumping his length, you licked it slowly, lathering it with your saliva. You remembered the day you’d named it Cumstopher Rogers and he’d slapped you with it, making you choke on him until you had to apologize.

“Put me inside you now because if I have to take over, I’ll choose which hole it goes in and you probably won’t like it.” He growled in impatience. You clenched, his threats going straight to your core.

You positioned yourself over him, sinking slowly and gently, feeling every part of him against your spongy walls. With your thighs flush to his, you stopped to just let the feeling of fullness last a little longer. No matter how many times you’d been with each other, the feeling of Chris being so deep inside you never got old. If you could, you’d never be empty.

“All my holes like your cock Mr. Evans. And I? I love it and your butt and your chest and arms and face and everything else.”

You moved at a slow pace, bouncing gently while holding onto his thighs. Taking his hand in yours, you placed it on your chest, asking him to play with your nipples as you rode him.

“You feeling powerful, baby? You feeling good bouncing on my dick?” He asked, pinching a nipple almost to the point of pain. You nodded, leaning down to kiss him as he started thrusting up a little, hitting your cervix when he went too deep. You rolled your belly, clenching your muscles around his length so that his eyes flew open and hands dug into the softness of your butt.

“Oh Chris, I missed this.” You told him, tasting the sweat on his temple. He nodded, his huge arms wrapping around you and pulling you intimately close.

“I missed you too, which is why I will make sure you never leave me. This is not your power move, this is mine.” He darkly murmured and your eyes met his in confusion. He looked at the side and you followed his gaze, mouth dropping open at the camera that blinked at you with a red light on.

“What the fuck, Chris?” You shout, trying to move away when he rolled you over and under him, thrusting in hard.

“Oh yes, what the fuck baby” He said, holding your wrists as he picked up his pace. “You think it’s okay to pack a bag and leave me every time? You think it’s okay to date other men, to kiss other men? You are mine. And if anyone needs proof of that, now I can show it to them.”

You cried out as he went harder, a pressure building deep inside your belly. Tears escaped your eyes, gazing into blue ones that you loved and hated with a passion. You could have asked him to stop now, you could shout that you don’t want him and he’s sick. But you didn’t. You knew he would stop if you really wanted him to, and as much as your heart broke and your chest tightened with hurt, you loved him. You loved his twisted ways to keep you with him. You loved it when he went above and beyond, got crazy in his desire for you. You were wanted. You were cherished.

“Fuck you.” You cursed, meeting every thrust of his with a raise of your hips. Your eyes closed, sweat dripping down your body as you let the animalistic part of you take over, screaming and tearing and fucking each other like two people whose only goal in life was to be embedded in the other’s heart and psyche.

“I’d like to see you try to walk out tomorrow after tonight.” Chris said, delivering punishing strokes that were agonizing and titillating, that were fire and ice. You held onto him, leaving crescent shaped scars to join the numerous tattoos across his body. He took you apart, fucked you so good all you could do was say him name and fall in a glittery haze of his presence. He came inside you, filling you to the brim and crushing your body with his weight.

You weren’t leaving, that much was obvious.

Throwing in your clothes haphazardly in the bag, you promised yourself this would be the last time you did this. You will not come back to this house and this bed. Chris and you were done for good. The past few months had followed the same pattern. You both rekindling the dying flame of your relationship, mending the broken hearts and trust until it went back to hell.

There were too many arguments, too much shouting and angry sex. Every time you sat down to talk, it ended with your legs in the air. Your mother was right. He wasn’t right for you. Chris wanted to be your hero and your villain. He wanted you to think of nobody but him. Any friends and family that warned you against him had to be cut off. He’ll dismiss every article the paparazzi published about him but would throw a fit if you so much as smiled at the cashier in the grocery store. He kept you close like a dog on a leash, feeling jealous at the very sight of you talking to any man. You’d wanted to give this relationship a chance, but as of twenty minutes ago, Chris had made sure it was over.

You wondered about taking your pictures, but it was better to stay away from any temptations. This was happening, and as much as it broke your heart, you will not come back to him. Zipping up your bag, you straightened just as Chris stormed inside the room, jaw clenched in anger.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He barked, “Put your stuff back. I’ll be damned if I let you leave me again.”

You scowled at him, wiping the stray tears from your eyes. He had no right to ask anything of you, not after what he had just done.

“Fuck off Chris. I am leaving, and you can’t stop me.” You shouldered past him, sadly looking at Dodger who was whining softly as he watched you move. He had seen this happen enough times to know that you’re not coming home.

Chris marched behind you, snatching your wrist and pulling you back to himself. The blue in his eyes was darker, like the sky covered in thunder clouds. You squirmed, pushing against him.

“You. Are. Not. Leaving.” He hissed, looking scary and mad.

“How dare you? After what you did today?” You sobbed, hitting your fists on his chest. He held your jaw, bringing your face closer to him so he could peer into your watery eyes.

“I proposed! I got down on one knee. What the fuck is your problem?” He shouted, spittle flying from his mouth.

You shook your head, looking at him with an expression of disbelief. Is he that oblivious?

“Marriage is permanent Chris” You said, voice suddenly soft. “Marriage is living your life devoted to your partner. We can’t break up and leave and come back again. It’s a responsibility. You and I, we haven’t been able to keep a stable relationship. How the hell will we keep a happy marriage?”

Chris frowned, not liking what you said. He pushed you against the wall, caging you in with his huge arms on either side. You could smell the chocolate and wine on his breath from dinner, his hair all messed up from when he ran his hands through it. On his neck still hung the necklace you’d got him.

“Look at me” He said, pressing his forehead to yours. You breathed deeply, finding it difficult to maintain an eye contact as charged with anger and passion as this one. “You love me, you still love me. It’s all in your eyes. Why won’t you marry me?”

You wanted to curl into a ball and cry. Why did loving him have to be so difficult? Was love worth the fights, the tears and pain and loss of independence? Was loving him enough to keep you going? You were so tired of this back and forth with him. You’d never even talked about marriage before, having been too busy trying to keep any sort of relationship alive. Why would he do this to you?

As your limbs got heavier, you leaned forward and hugged him. You held him to yourself, soaking in his warmth and smell inside you for what would be the last time. You could not give up so much of yourself to sustain this love. Soon enough, there would be nothing more to give and the love would be dead.

“You need to let me go Christopher” You said to him, lips close to his ear. “You need to understand that love is only the beginning. I can’t keep doing this anymore. Please, just let me go.”

Chris hugged you tighter, his head resting over yours and heart beating strong beneath your hand. He was your night, full of twinkling stars and dark mysteries. But dawn was approaching fast, and you needed to bid goodbye to the moon to greet the sun that awaited you.

“Never.” He promised, “You are never leaving me again. I’ll fucking make sure of it.”

He picked you up suddenly, ignoring your protests as he carried you back into the bedroom. Kicking your bag aside, he dropped you on the bed, raising a finger to stop you. He took out the ring from his pocket, the very one you had refused this evening and held it to you.

“Put this on.” He ordered and you rubbed your eyes in exasperation.

“No.”

You both glared at each other, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Fighting with Chris had always been a thrill, more often than not ending with wild sex on any and all surfaces in sight. But today you were determined to end it. You’d not let yourself become weak at the sight of his cock.

“Okay then, you’ve left me no choice.” Chris said. He picked up his phone and tapped away on it, doing god knows what. You sighed, getting up and putting your stuff together again, ignoring his presence behind you. Chris threw his phone on the bed, looking stoically at you work. You were just folding the last of your clothes when your phone started buzzing. You ignored it for a minute, but it kept up, almost falling off the table with its vibrations.

“What the fuck” You gasped, looking at the hundreds of notifications pouring in as more followed. You quickly opened your Instagram to see you’d been tagged by Chris.

And she said YES!

Below that caption was a picture of the both of you from a couple months ago, cuddled up and smiling at each other.

Comments and likes from everyone were popping in, and soon enough, you saw your mother’s call. You stared at Chris, utterly in disbelief. What had he done?

“Try saying no now. You’d be the bitch who broke Chris Evans’s heart, the bitch who played him. Try walking in public between people who’d see you only as a slut and nothing more.”

Your world came crashing down. You were not some hotshot celebrity like Chris. You were just a girl trying to live her life the best way she knew how to, and how it ended up entangled with this man you’d never understand. Even if you shouted from the rooftops the truth of today, no one would believe you. Chris’s fans would tear you to shreds, destroy your life with their mean comments and attacks. And your family would not be spared either. They’ll be exposed to a celebrity scandal, dragged through the mud along with your good name.

“Oh god Chris, what have you done?” You choked out, falling to your knees. He came before you, gently caressing your head before kneeling in front of you. Cupping your face, he kissed you deep and hard, countering your hate with his love that hit you like your own kryptonite.

“I told you. I told you I’ll never let you leave.” He breathed against your mouth, pulling you closer. You dug your nails in his arms, hurting him with the hurt he just caused you, but he didn’t even flinch.

“You’re a monster” You said, chest heaving with emotions.

“Yes, I am. But you know what darling?” He said sweetly, “Even after this, you still love me. I am a monster, but I am a monster you created and one you love.”

You ended up on the bed, sprawled underneath him again. Even with icy hate in your eyes, your heart burned with love for him. It was unnatural, it was chemical and wrong. And yet, it was your reality. He was yours, no matter what he did. And you were his, regardless of every protest that you ever made.

“Now, I’ll ask this one more time. Will you marry me?” He asked softly, looking at you like you were all he ever saw.

“Yes” You breathed, watching silently as he slipped the ring on your finger and kissed it. Meeting your eyes, he settled over your body, his arousal pulsing over your thigh. Sealing the deal with a kiss, Chris went to remove your shirt.

“Then let’s celebrate. After we’re done, we can call our families with the good news.”

[missymurphy1985]

The Shirt (part 2 of The Tease)

Warning - Smut / Breeding Kink

Request? Yes, decided to do it as a part 2 of the Tease. Incorporated two requests into one here...

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Two years had passed since your encounter with Tommy in the alleyway beside the Garrison, and true to his word, he'd married you within a month of proposing. Your son, Charles, had been born 8 months later.

Charlie was sleeping that afternoon, and you looked down at your dress - covered in the lunch Charlie had allegedly eaten, however the state of said dress suggested he'd decorated you with more of it than he'd consumed....

Heading up the winding staircase of the beautiful Arrow House home you shared with your husband, you entered your bedroom looking for a new dress to wear when you spotted one of Tommy's shirts hanging on the edge of the chair. You picked it up to take downstairs to be washed but stopped to smell the collar - his aftershave still lingered, the smell intoxicating you. He'd been away in London for three days and you missed him terribly. You slipped your stained dress off, and pulled his shirt on over your shoulders instead, wrapping it round you as tight as you could, fastening the buttons. It hung loosely on you, and fell to your thighs, but you didn't care. It smelled of him, and it was the closest you'd get to an embrace from him for now.

You held it as close to your frame as possible, before laying down on the large double bed. Your son normally napped for at least 2 hours, and Frances promised to take care of him this afternoon when he woke so you could rest, Charlie had slept poorly last night, crying for his father. You allowed your eyes to close as you inhaled the sweet smell of your husband, dreaming of when he'd be home.

You couldn't sleep though - you never slept properly when Tommy wasn't home. Sighing, you pulled yourself up and headed into the large ensuite bathroom to run a bath.

Your heart leapt when you heard the bedroom door open, and recognised his strong footsteps walking across the room. You lifted the hem of the shirt up slightly, and bit your lip. He was home early...

You were leaning over the tub when you suddenly felt strong hands underneath the shirt, running up your back.

"Wearing my clothes now, y/n..." His deep, husky voice whispered from behind you.

"Hmmm... They smell like you..." You murmured back, feeling his hands roam underneath the shirt and over your stomach.

"Wanna know a secret?" His lips on the back of your neck, sending shivers through you.

"Mhmm..."

"I miss feeling this belly all full and swollen with my seed inside you..." Tommy groaned in your ear, making your heart flutter in your chest.

"Well why don't you do something about it Mr Shelby?" , his eyes full of lust and need, spurred on by your words.

"Want me to fill you up again do you? Give you another baby to keep you busy while I'm gone eh?" Switching off the bath, you turned around with a groan.

You held his cheeks in your hands and stared into his blue eyes.

"Fuck me, Thomas. Now." He growled as he pulled you into the bedroom quickly, moving you to the drawers at the side of the room and bending you over.

"See now, I wanna see your pretty little face when you lose control over my cock, but I sense my little one needs to be treated as the dirty girl she acts like..." he watched your needy face in the large oak framed mirror and lifted the shirt up your back, your naked backside in front of his as he parted your cheeks and slid his hand between your legs, feeling how wet you were. His other hand squeezed an ass cheek, before slapping the flesh hard.

"Thomas please...." You begged, desperate for release.

"Pure filth aren't you little one? Missed my cock so much you're fucking begging for it..." You groaned at his words, pushing your ass back at him, rolling your hips as his fingers found your clit, gently massaging it.

"Gonna make a mess on my fingers little one? Gonna scream my name so loud, even our neighbours will know who you belong to eh?"

"You... Only you... It's always been you..." You heard him pull his trousers down and line himself up against your entrance, teasing your lower lips with the tip, stroking it up and down painfully slowly.

Edging himself inside you with a deep groan, he soon bottomed out against your ass, keeping his eyes on yours in the mirror, both of his hands now at your hips to keep you in place.

"You don't move - you let me take care of you now, understand?" He glared. You loved it when he took you like this - complete control, complete dominance. You could feel yourself getting wetter with every word. Words failed you, all you could do was nod.

He began to pound into you hard and fast - holding you strong with his hands to keep you from moving. You tried to arch against him but his hand slapped your ass hard, making you cry out.

"I said NOT to move sweetheart... Move again and I'll pull out!" He barked, but it didn't frighten you. Quite the opposite in fact. You knew the maids could probably hear everything and it only turned you on more.

"I'm sorry Tommy... I won't move I promise..."

"Stay still and I'll make you feel good little one.. so good..." His thrusts picked up in speed and force, edging you ever closer to the sweet release you craved. Your fingers gripped onto the edge of the dressing table as your cries got louder.

"Yes... Fuck that's it Tommy... Right there..."

"Still so tight for me.. so wet and needy all for me eh?" He gasped, his hips pounding into you with reckless abandon now as he felt your walls begin to contract around him.

"All for you... All for you... Oh god Tommy I'm gonna cum, please, please don't stop!" He squeezed your ass cheeks hard and felt your orgasm flow through you - watching your face in the mirror, how your eyes stayed locked with his until the pleasure became too much and your eyes rolled back in your head, your mouth emitting the most exquisite sounds as you came hard over him.

His orgasm approached quickly, the sounds you made sending him spiralling.

"Gonna fill you up little one, gonna make your body swell full of my baby... You want it?" He raised an eyebrow at you in the mirror.

"Please... Please Tommy give it ALL to me..."

"Gonna cum... Holy shit little one you feel so fucking good... Keep cumming, please, keep cumming for me baby..." He thrust you into another blinding orgasm as you felt his cock pulse and release deep inside your womb, filling you completely.

Your movements slowed to a stop, before he pulled out gently and lifted you into his strong arms, one under your back and legs and carried you gently over to the bath you were running. Standing you, and easing his shirt off your back, he lifted you again and placed you in the still warm water, kissing your forehead, then your lips gently.

"Stay right there for as long as you need - I'll take Charlie for a walk when he wakes up. Frances told me you'd had a rough night with him?"

"He just misses his Daddy," you sighed, relaxing into the bubbles.

"Well I'm home now, and I've cleared my schedule for the next couple of days. Neglected you, haven't I?"

"You never neglect us Tommy, everything you do is for us whether you're here or not," you caressed his cheek lightly as he bent down to kiss you again.

He smiled at you, and headed out to the door hearing Charlie calling his name.

"Oh and don't think I didn't mean what I said - Charlie needs a brother or sister, don't you think?"

"Good job you think so. Could be making a baby as we speak Daddy," you smiled, watching his eyes widen.

"Fuck don't call me that, else I'll be calling Frances back and taking my wife back to bed!"

You chuckled as he he as headed out, smiling as you heard him blowing raspberries on his boys belly before taking him down the stairs.

Stroking your belly hopefully, life was truly perfect, and with any luck it was about to get even better too.

[hotch-stufff]

Fluff #8, Angst #5 and Fluff #43 with Gibbs, please. The reader is in her late 20s, Gibbs and her got into a fight because the reader isn't sure about the age gap and Gibbs is trying to push her away because he's afraid of letting her in

Hard To Believe

gif by dwayne-pride

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings!: angst, slight pining, making out, kissing, crying, but ofc a fluffy ending

Prompts: Fluff #8 “I realized something.” “What?” “I love you”, Fluff #43 “Is it so hard to believe that I love you?", Angst #5 “I love you” “No you don’t

Author's Note: I know its not quite how you described, kinda switched to where reader pushes him away. Hope you still enjoy!!

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Loving Gibbs was easy. It was too easy. Too easy to fall for him. Too easy to look at him and allow your heart to flutter. To easy to feel butterflies every time he brushed your arm. That was the easy part.

The hard part was hiding it. Or figuring out if or when you would tell him. The hard part was pretending. Pretending you didn't care, pretending he didn't matter to you.

And you didn't even know if he would feel the same. You were, considerably younger, 13 years to be exact. And people would say things. You shouldn't care what people think, but it could ruin Gibbs reputation, and that you cared about. So you wouldn't tell him. You couldn't tell him. And that was the hard part.

You never expected a relationship. But you definitely didn't expect him to show up at your door and confess his own feelings.

It had been a rainy night, very cliche. He knocked repeatedly on your door until you finally answered. You were shocked to see him there, drenched. You invited him inside, and took his jacket, hanging it to dry. And he sat on your couch, silent per usual. You sat there for a while before speaking up.

"Soo, you gonna tell me why you're here?" You said, trying to start a conversation.

"I'm not sure what to do here." Was his only response. He looked nervous, which was strange for Gibbs. He wasn't a nervous person. He was always put together and confident. But he wasn't wither of those right now. He was slumped over, thinking hard. He was fumbling with his hands. He looked so ... vulnerable.

"Gibbs, whats wrong? What happened?"

"I just, I realized something."

"What?"

"I love you." The words were spoken clearly, and confidently. You were taken aback. Shocked was an understatement. Seconds ticked by, and silence filled the room. The only noise was the rain hitting your roof. He stared at you expectantly, waiting for some type of response.

"W-what?" Was all you could muster up. His face fell. "What do you mean? You're not serious. You can't be serious."

"Is it so hard to believe that I love you?" He asked, his voice was quieter. Gibbs didn't express his feelings often. He was opening up to you, allowing himself to be vulnerable. But you couldn't give in, could you?

"Yeah." He hadn't expected that. "Gibbs, your 13 years older than me, your my boss." He froze. You knew he had to have taken this into consideration. Why was it not enough to stop him?

"I don't care. I love you Y/n." You could feel the tears gather. You two couldn't be together. He had already been through enough in life, he didn't need the judgment that would come from being with you.

"Well, I dont feel the same." You said, your heart breaking a little bit with each passing second.

"Yes you do." He stood up angrily. "You do, but your avoiding them." You sighed.

"Gibbs-" he cut you off.

"No, you love me too. I know you do y/n. I know because everytime you look at me, its the same look that I'm giving you. You blush anytime we are near each other. You're always there to make sure that I'm okay." Gibbs didn't speak a lot. He was a functional mute, as they say. But he sure as hell was saying a lot now. Saying a lot of truth. A truth you couldn't allow to happen. So you lied.

"Those are all things a good employee does." You really tried to make it as convincing as you could.

"Employee, really?" He paused "Bullshit." He stood there waiting for your response. He only needed one more push and he would be gone. "Why won't you just tell the truth?"

"That is the truth Gibbs! This would never work between us!"

"What is it? That we work together?" You didn't move a muscle. "That I'm a closed off person." He paused. "Is it that I'm older than you?!" You flinched slightly and he knew that was it. You needed him gone before you ended up telling him that you loved him too. You knew exactly what to say to push him away.

"I don't love you Gibbs. I can't even trust that you would be with me long before moving on again." That did it. In that moment you forgot why you were pushing him away, especially after seeing the pain in his eyes. It was there for only a moment, before they went blank. His face following soon after. He nodded his head, and walked out, slamming the door.

And you fell to the floor in tears. You had to do it. You couldn't be together. You couldn't. It wasn't right. You were young, he needed someone older, more mature. Someone who wouldn't add to his baggage. Someone who wouldn't add on to everything he's been through. You couldn't be together.

These were the words you repeated to yourself as you cried yourself to sleep.

* * *

The next day was hell. The next week was hell. Everything sucked. Gibbs was on a rampage, pissed off and pissing off everyone else. He avoided you at all costs. The most he talked to you, was when he barked an order. You expected that.

What you didn't expect was the guilt. You thought you were doing the right thing. Pushing him away was the right thing to do. So why did you feel so bad? Why did a pang of guilt hit your heart evertime you looked at him.

Why were you filled with guilt everytime you saw the frown that adorned his face. Or everytime he snapped at Tony, Ziva, Tim, and even Abby. The guilt was consuming you to a point that you could barely bare seeing him. You had been trying not to hurt him, but he was in more pain now that he would have been had you told him the truth.

Would it really be so bad? To love him. To be with him. You couldn't remember why you didn't tell him you loved him in the first place.

You had to tell him. If he never forgave you, that would have to be something you lived with. But you had to explain. You had to tell him the truth.

So this time, it was you showing up at his house. His open door policy was something you were grateful for because you aren't sure if he would have just slammed the door in your face had you knocked.

You found him in the basement, sanding away at a boat. A glass of Bourbon sitting on the bench. He looked ... bad. Tired and angry. You hated that it was all because of you.

"Gibbs." He spun around, glaring at you.

"The hell are you doing here." You gulped and took a step forward.

"I uh, I came t-to apolagize." You stuttered out.

"Get out." He barked at you.

"Gibbs, wait please." You begged. You would get on your hands and knees and beg if you needed to. You had to tell him.

"What?"

"I love you."

"No you don't." He didn't believe you. It wasn't surprising, you wouldn't have believed yourself either after everything you had said. So you began explaining, pouring everything out.

"Yes I do. So much. I know what I said was, awful and so wrong on so many different levels. And I'm sorry, I know you hate apologies, but I'm sorry. I was scared. I'm so much younger than you and I thought people would judge you. And I know its stupid, but I didn't want that to be another thing you had to go through. I didn't want to ruin your reputation. You carry enough baggage as it is, with the job and just everything. I couldn't add my own baggage to that. But this past week has been hell without you, and it makes me forget everything. You make me forget. And so I'm so sorry Gibbs, because I DO love you. I love you so fucking much." He let you finish your little speech, remaining silent.

And he stood there remaining silent for a good 5 minutes, before he was marching forward and slamming your lips together.

It had taken you aback, and you faltered slightly, allowing him to press you up against the boat. He pressed into you, lips moving together passionately. His nose bumping yours, your hair falling in your face. He lightly moved it away before deepening the kiss. His tounge fighting for dominance. You gave it to him with a small moan. You could barely focus on anything other than him. The kiss ... it was more than you could have ever imagined. And man had you imagined this moment. You had wanted this for so long.

"You're so stupid." He said, breaking away and pressing his lips down your neck.

"I know." He smiled against you, and bit down slightly on your skin. You let out a surprised gasp, and his lips were back on yours.

"I love you." You spoke against his lips. He pulled back so that just your noses were touching.

"Love you too." And he kissed you again, and again, and again. Leaving you with a night you would never forget.

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New Duties

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, cheating, fuck machine, toys, tied up.

This is dark!Bucky Barnes and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Bucky’s wife is never around as much as the maid.

Based on these drabble requests:

Bucky Barnes + “If you think I feel bad for you, you’re more pathetic than I thought.” + Maid AU + Bucky is rich and married too, but his wife is never in the house so he decide have fun with the naive maid. 

Bucky Barnes + “You really think this is over?” + Fuck machine + honestly just the reader being tied up and left with a fuck machine and some overstimulation.

Both requested by anons.

The large house was often empty when you went there. You had a key on a tag and the alarm code written on it. You showed up in your black pants and matching shirt and let yourself in as you always did. You tied on your apron and looked around as you went over the work in your head. 

It was hard not to be envious of the grandiose abode. Hard not to feel bitter at all the money spent on the place and yet it seemed the resident never enjoyed it. They hired a maid, you, to clean the table they never ate at and make the bed which was the only lived-in part of the place.

You started on the lower floor as usual. Living room, dining room, kitchen, the office, the foyer, and the parlor dedicated to a carved pool table and shelves of expensive sculptures. You climbed the stairs and set off down the hall of unused rooms. There wasn’t much more to do than dust and check that the sheets didn’t smell musty.

As you approached the master bedroom, you stopped short as the door opened and you were met by one of the elusive owners of the mansion. You saw Bucky Barnes more than his wife but your run-ins were still rare. And you’d never seen him like this. You were embarrassed and off-centre as you were surprised to find him there.

He wore only a pair of silky pajama bottoms and his hair was amess, sticking out at all angles. His muscles moved under his skin as he rubbed his eyes and smiled at you. His voice was thick with drowsiness and he cleared his throat.

“Hey,” he said, “thought I heard someone.”

“I didn’t know you were here, sir,” you glanced around. It was late for him to be sleeping still.

“I took the red-eye home,” he shrugged, “don’t worry about me. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, you didn’t,” you chuckled nervously, “I can come back when--”

“You sure?” he batted away the last of his tiredness with his lashes and leaned on the doorframe, “you almost jumped out of your shoes.”

“Uh, yeah,” you assured him and started to turn back.

“It’s fine, I’m up now,” he stopped you, “I’m gonna have a coffee…” he caught up to you and brushed by you, facing you as he blocked your path, “bedroom is all yours.”

You fidgeted as his eyes flicked away from your face for just and instant but you didn’t think much of it as the apron hid made your figure lumpy and vague. You nodded and gave another yes, sir. He watched you until you spun back and headed for the bedroom. You felt his gaze until you slipped inside and let out your breath at the rumpled blankets. 

You heard him descend the stairs and set down your bucket of supplies. You went to the bed and fixed his side of it. You could smell his sweat on the sheets still. Then you began to wipe down the edges of the tables and inspected for any inch of imperfection.

“Looks good in here,” his voice spooked you again. Bucky stepped inside and set his tall coffee mug on the polished table beside the door. “I’m glad I caught you, I did have a special request.”

“Oh?” you stilled the cloth and twisted it in your grip. You watched his metal arm as he he rubbed his middle finger with his thumb.

“Here,” he crossed the room and waved you over, “it’s a bit of a secret but… I haven’t had the time to take care of it myself.”

You watched as he went to the bookshelf on the far wall and he reached behind the gilded globe. He spun it slightly but you could see what exactly he was doing. There was a shift and the shelf lurched forward. He carefully pushed it over until the edge met the corner and a small doorway appeared.

Your eyes rounded in confusion and he chuckled as he looked over his shoulder, “our little secret,” he said, “I figured since you’re here…”

“I… yes, sir,” you neared as he waited, his hand on the shelf, and as you stepped by him, he quickly followed, so close you could feel his body heat.

You stopped short as he flipped on the light. A red haze cast over the hidden room. You were shocked, almost laughing in disbelief as your brain spun to process what you were seeing; leather cuffs hung from the wall on one side and a leather bench sat center with similar bounds, there was even a sex swing dangling from the ceiling. You never expected that but really, you tried not to think about your clients intimate habits.

The shelf shifted behind you and the room grew dimmer, only the scarlet shadows of the tinted bulb remained. You turned back to Bucky.

“My stuff,” you pointed to the wall behind him. There was no visible mechanism and that made you nervous.

“Oh, well, you see, I haven’t had a chance to use any of this,” he shrugged and stepped closer. You inch backwards and dropped the cloth as his hands settled on your upper arms, “Ilona’s never here, I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

“Mr. Barnes,” you winced as his vibranium hand squeezed, “I should get back to my--”

“The house is spotless. I only pay you because my wife can’t be bothered to lift a finger herself or even be around,” he said.

“Please, I should go,” you gulped, “I think you, uh, you…”

“Fine, go,” he moved out of your way and smirked at the wall, “if you want to, go.”

You looked between him and the smooth wall. You neared it and shoved on it. It didn’t move. You felt all along it, searching for anything that might trigger a response. There was nothing there.

“Can you--” you began to ask but stopped as he pressed himself to your back.

He tugged at the knot of your apron and it fell loose. His hands crawled up your back and he lifted the strap over your head. He grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face him.

“Thought you were going,” he taunted.

“Let me out,” you tremored.

“I said go, so…” he gestured to the wall.

“I can’t--”

He snickered and pulled you with him as he walked backwards. “It’s just a little fun,” he purred, “for both of us.”

“No, I-- you’re married--”

“My wife, if you can call her that, hasn’t touched me in a year, probably more,” he pulled at the hem of your shirt, “so this is as much her decision as mine.”

“No, Mr. Barnes, I--”

“Listen,” he grabbed your jaw and loomed over you, “you can be a good little maid and do what you’re told or I can report you to the agency for stealing.”

“What, I never--”

“Maybe a few of Ilona’s necklaces go missing or a few bills out of my wallet,” he growled, “we’ll see who they believe.”

“Please--”

“It’s time you start earning that tip,” he turned and thrust you towards the low bench, “now get undressed and lay down on your stomach.”

“Mr--”

“I have a gag. I have several if you want to choose,” he warned, “even if I’d rather hear that sweet voice calling my name.”

“Why are you--”

“I won’t tell you again,” he barked as he crossed his arms and paced. 

You noticed how the front of his pants tented and you slowly neared the bench. It was all so jarring, you didn’t know what else to do but obey. You couldn’t leave and you were certain if you tried, he would lose all patience. You peeked over as his metal fist tightened and a chill went through you.

You pulled off your shirt and kept your eyes down. You rolled down your pants and took your time untying your sneakers. You hesitated to strip off your underwear but a gristly breath made you wince and you added them to the pile of clothes. 

You were cold but your flesh burned as you sensed his close attention to your every move. You got down on the bench, the leather icy against your chest, and stared at the floor. Bucky walked around behind you and framed your ass with his hands as he stood over you. He pushed your thighs apart until your legs bent over the side of the bench and the cool air tickled your cunt.

“Hmmm,” he mused as he flicked his finger along your folds, “I can’t decide what I want first.”

An overwhelming wave of panic shook you and you tried to push yourself up. His hand slapped down on the middle of your back and he held you down. He tutted and reached down to slip your wrist into a leather cuff and tightened it until you whined. He ignored your struggles as he did the same to your other arm and your ankles. You straddled the bench as he pushed himself up and groped your ass again.

“Why are you making this hard?” he asked, “you’re already spread for me.”

“Please…”

He sighed and you heard his bare feet on the floor as he marched away from you. He came back around you and knelt to force the ball gag into your mouth and buckled it behind your head. Your eyes glistened as you watched him desperately and breathed heavy through your nose.

“We have a lot to do,” he touched your chin, “you need the proper training.”

You tried to talk past the gag but it only came out as muffled gibberish and your saliva soaked the gag. 

“If you think I feel bad for you, you’re more pathetic than I thought,” he chuckled and stood, rubbing the front of his pants, “guess you’ll have to wait for it.”

He left your eye line again, even as you craned your neck around. He was quick to huff and stomp back to your. He took the collar that hung from the front of the bench and secured it around your neck so you could stare at your impossible escape.

You heard something rolling behind you and metal fasteners being loosened then tightened. His fingers scared you as he touched your cunt and felt around for your clit. He teased you until you tilted your pelvis in response. You moaned around the gag as your thighs quivered. Despite your fear, it felt wonderful.

He played with you until you were wet and then you heard the same wheels. You felt a prod at your entrance, a hard silicone tip slowly slid into you until you were full. You gasped and choked as he pulled away his hand entirely. You heard a soft click then a whir and the dildo began to move, your cunt sucking at it loudly as you grew wet around it. He reached under you and a new buzz began as he placed a vibrator against your bud.

He rounded you again, his pants were gone and his hand glied up and down his dick. He watched you with fiery eyes as you tried to hold back. The flames licked from your core and crawled along your thighs and back. You shuddered and your eyes rolled back as your voice droned sloppily as the gag made you drool.

You came in defeat and hung your head. You gasped and gulped for air and your entire body tensed and released, but he didn’t stop it. The vibe kept buzzing on your clit and he only turned the machine up so that it fucked you harder and faster. You wined and rolled your head back and forth.

Another orgasm strangled you and your muscles ached from the tension as it snapped again. You lost count as the red light glared through your eyelids and a sheen of sweat coated your body. Breathless and battered, you could only twitched as you were rocked by climax after climax.

And then it all stopped. The machine shut off and the dildo was slid out of you, your thighs sticky and sore. The vibrator stilled and slipped from under you and you groaned. There was a moment of peace as your heart slowed and then a slap across your ass made you yipe.

“You really think this is over?” Bucky asked as he got behind you and bent over you. His tip pressed against your entrance and his hot breath bristled against your scalp, “I’ve only just begun.”

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