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Avenger Lane Chapter 13 PT 1: Ignite The Love

Summary: You and your wife Quinn move your family outside of New York City to Avenger Lane; a small private suburbia. There you face your toughest obstacle of your marriage. Will your marriage with Quinn be strong enough when a certain redheaded beauty captures your attention? 

Parings: Quinn Fabray x Reader / eventual Natasha x Reader

Warnings: Reader has a Penis

Previous Chapter

“Santana what the fuck?!” Quinn yelped, holding her cheek.

“You lying cheating bitch! You let your mother ruin Y/N’s career and got with Berry?!”

“I- I tried to stop her-“

“Stop lying Fabray or I swear I’ll punch you and knock out those perfect teeth.”

“She wanted me to go to Yale, and she knew if Y/N went to MIT they would leave me and Beth.”

“You should know Y/N wouldn’t have just dropped you both. Especially Beth. You’re blaming your mom because you secretly wanted that too! You know what Fabray you’re a sorry excuse for a person. I can’t believe you did this to Y/N. B we’re leaving.”

Santana muttered in Spanish as she walked out of the house. 

“If you’re looking for Y/N they’re next door.” 

The two wives looked over to see Wanda.

“Pretty sure they need clothes.”

“B go pack a bag for Y/N I already stormed off I can’t go back in there without smacking Fabgay around again.”

Normally Brittany would roll her eyes playfully her wife and Quinn would fight all the time, but this was different. The blonde walked back inside.

“I’m getting Y/N some clothes.” 

“I’ll help you, I know they’re favorites.” Quinn muttered. She stood walking upstairs with Brittany. Quinn set your toiletries aside and packed your clothes thought not too many she did want to see you again soon.

“Why?” Brittany couldn’t help but ask.

Quinn began crying as she zipped the bag. “Because I’m a selfish bitch who keeps self sabotaging.”

“Y/N is one of the kindest sweetest people and you hurt them so much for so long.”

Quinn inhaled trying not to sob.

“Why Rachel?”

“I don’t know…”

“You seriously need help Quinn. You need to answer for your actions.”

“I can’t lose, Y/N.”

“You already did… you need to let them go. Let Y/N move on before this gets worse. Think of the girls.”

“I am thinking of them! They- We can’t lose Y/N.”

“Then you need to do some soul work and pray that Y/N gives you another chance.”

With that Brittany took the suitcase full of your things and made her way outside.

Quinn knew Brittany was right; she can’t just sit and cry about it. She needs to figure out how to win you back.

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“I’m sorry Y/N.” Santana said softly as you placed some shorts and a hoodie on.

“Don’t be, you didn’t ruin my marriage.” You grumbled. “Hell wouldn’t be surprised if she poked a hole in the condom.”

You didn't really think that but to be honest you don’t know what to believe anymore.

“Want me to beat Berry up?” Santana offered.

You chuckled and shook your head. “Nah.”

“What are you going to do?” Brittany asked softly.

“I- I don’t know… a part of me wants to take the girls and go back home…but I can’t do that. It’ll

crush my parents if they find out what she did.” you rub your head and groan you really wanted your mother.

Suddenly Leho jumped up and on your lap purring, getting you to pet her.

“If you want to go home you can and if not you can stay here for as long as you’d like. You have a lot to digest.” Natasha rubbed your arm trying to be of some comfort. Santana caught the way you squeezed her hand. She doesn’t know when but she knows in her heart you and Natasha will be together one day. She kind of hopes it happens.

Her focus went to her wife who nudged her. 

‘Tell them.’ She mouthed.

“It was- her mother that put the idea in her head.”

“Judy?” Your head snapped up looking at your friends for confirmation. 

“Quinn just admitted it.” Santana added.

“What a witch.” Natasha muttered.

You are so angry you don’t even know what to do anymore. You really wanna get so fucked up the whole day will be a blur, but you know you shouldn’t. You know that’s a slippery slope. 

“Thank you for telling me.” You mutter.

“If we knew we would have told you a long time ago.” Santana says softly.

You nod and turn to Brittany. “Did you happen to get my gym clothes?”

“Yes.” She says opting out that Quinn packed it.

“Thank you both but I think I’m going to go for a run and just the gym I need to let this out in a more constructive way.”

“Don’t overdo it like in high school Y/L/N.”

“Y/N ran themselves into exhaustion and passed out on the bleachers when they found out about Quinn’s first pregnancy.” Brittany explained.

“I’ll call you later and you better answer me.” Santana warned as she stood with Brittany they each hugged you goodbye. “Thanks big Red for taking care of Y/N.”

“Of course.” Natasha couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle.

Brittany hugs Natasha speaking near her ear. “I know you like Y/N but I wouldn’t try anything until the divorce is final. Quinn will stop at nothing to win them back.”

Natasha, stunned, nods her head as the blonde takes her wife’s hand as they walk out hand in hand.

You quickly shove your gym shoes on when a note falls out. You sigh angrily as you read it.

‘I know you need to be away from me but please come back soon. We can work through this. I love you - Q’

You roll your eyes as you stand up.

“I can come with you? Or meet you at the gym?”

“I think I need to be alone with my thoughts.”

“Of course.” She nods in understanding.

“Thank you Natasha for everything.” 

With that you shut the door and began jogging towards the gym.

Natasha sighs before taking your suitcase upstairs to the guest room. She sets it down on the bed before taking it out it’s contents. She set your toiletries in the bathroom, and began sorting your clothes in the drawers when she ran across a note from Quinn.

I’m sorry please come home baby we can work through this. Please don’t give up on me.

Natasha rolls her eyes and stuffs the note in her pocket. She’s more than sure you wouldn’t want to see it. Natasha makes her way back downstairs to the kitchen. She knows you’ll probably be starving by the time you come back.

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You were punching the heavy bag when your watch dinged.

‘If you’re ass is still at the gym I will call Natasha to drag you out!’ - Santana

You sigh it’s been at least 4 hours you need to call it before you can’t move.

“Hey Y/N.” Korg smiled, handing you a smoothie.

You reach for it but hiss in pain as you try to lift your arm.

“Yeaaaah, you’ve been punching that bag for an hours now. I figured that would happen.”

He led you to the ice baths and helped you in. You hissed sitting down in the tub. Once you’ve

gotten settled. He helped you drink from the straw.

“So cold.” Your teeth chattered.

“Yeah cold drink and an ice bath probably don't mix.”

“Uh huh.” You nodded, shivering, feeling the strain in your muscles fade away.

“So wanna taco bout it?” He asked. 

“Not really.” You shook your head.

“Okay, but you should probably talk about it with someone. Working out for 4 hours is probably not too good for the body. Just 30 more seconds and we’ll get you out.”

Once your time was up you got in some Revenger Bod sweats and a hoodie and Korg took you back to Natasha’s in the golf cart.

“Thanks Korg.” You say before getting out.

“Of course bruv remember to heat and ice your shoulders.”

You nod and make your way up the driveway to Natasha’s house.

You don’t even knock before she opens the door bringing you in a hug.

“I was getting so worried.” She said squeezing you. “You’re shivering.” She said looking you over. “Come on.”

You feel her lead you towards the kitchen table before disappearing and popping back inside with a blanket.

“Thank you.” You say softly as she wraps it around you. Leho jumps on your lap.

“Let me heat up your food.” She replies.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” Her brows are furrowed as she heats your food up.

“Worrying you, bringing this drama to your doorstep.”

“Don’t apologize, I don't want it nor need it.” She brings your plate over, setting down one of your favorite comfort meals.

“You made-“

“I figured something comforting is what you needed.”

You couldn’t hold back your tears anymore you brought her against you crying against her taut stomach. She ran her fingers through your hair as the other rubbed the middle of your back.

“It’s okay detka.” She says softly as you squeeze her tightly. “Shhh don’t cry over her anymore. She doesn’t deserve your tears.” She grabs the cloth napkin wiping your tears away, and moves a chair right next to you.

She kisses your temple softly before whispering for you to eat.

You try to move your arms and they wobble as you try to use the silverware.

“Y/N please don’t do this to yourself again.” She says softly, taking your hands, noticing how red and slightly bloody they are. She walks over to the sink heating up a couple of clean rags. She rang them out before walking back over to you.

She wrapped them around your knuckles and began to feed you.

“Natasha please I can-“

“Y/N.” She warned, giving you a glare. You shut up and let her feed you. 

Once you ate and drank a couple glasses of water she led you to your guest room.

“Wanna get some rest? I know it’s still early, but I could put something on maybe-“

“Stay with me?”

“Okay.” She smiled and you both got in bed while she played one of your favorite comfort movies.

Soon you were lightly snoring away. She paused the movie about to leave you in your slumber when you wrapped an arm around her. “Please don’t go.”

“I’ll stay as long as you want me too.” She whispered as you pulled her close. She pecked your forehead before turning in your arms.

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Natasha woke in the middle of the night to your head on her stomach. She chuckled lightly seeing your feet off the bed. You seemed to be somewhat of a crazy sleeper. She lightly placed a pillow under your head before slipping out of bed and into the bathroom. 

When she walked in the bedroom she spotted you against the headboard.

“Hey.” She smiled making her way to the bed. “Did I wake you?”

“Hmhm.” You shook your head.

She raised her brow.

“Okay maybe a bit. Mainly my muscles they’re so sore it hurts.” 

“I’ll be right back.” She nods.

A few minutes later she walks in with a glass of water and some aspirin.

“Here this should help a bit.”

“Thank you.” You reply by taking the medicine when she pats a spot in the middle of the bed.

“Sit here for me.”

You comply scooching over when she hands you the remote. You can feel her sit behind you as you put on a nature show. “Ohhh fuck that’s good.” You groan as she begins massaging your shoulders and arms with some tiger balm.

She smirks hearing you moan in approval. She bites her lip feeling your muscles beneath her hands. She briefly imagines running her fingers down your back while you’re on top of her hitting her special spot.

“Your hands are magic.”

She smiles and begins working every knot and sore from your neck to your shoulders, arms and hands. 

“Lay down.” She says softly near your ear. 

It makes your abs twitch a bit. You quickly grab a pillow and lie down when you feel her hands on your calves.

“Ohhhh fuuuuuuck!” You shake under her fingers as she massages the soreness away. She works for a while on your muscled calves when she straddles your legs and begins working up your thighs.

“Ooooh God that’s good.” You moan against the pillow and you know you’re definitely got a semi right now. It’s hard not to have one when you have full body chills from this massage.

“Want me to work on your glutes?”

“Would it be weird if I said yes?” You chuckled looking back at her.

“No.” She smirked before grabbing your two cheeks. Soooo tight and firm she thinks to herself.

Your moan is so high pitched she asks if you’re okay.

“Yes sorry that spot just- you get it.” You clear your throat and she uses both hands to rub the spot on your ass that’s been killing you for ages. “Ohhh Natasha!” You moan jolting under her hands. You’re officially bricked and hope to God she won’t notice. You’re member feels very

smushed you can’t help, but reach below and try to rearrange yourself. 

“You okay need me to stop?”

“No, don't stop, I'm good just getting comfortable.” You respond.

She smirks knowing you were adjusting your large package. “Is it annoying sometimes having to arrange yourself all the time.”

You let out a deep chuckle that makes her twitch. “Kind of… especially in the summer.” You look up at a lioness mauling a buffalo hoping that will help your hard on go away.

She works on your back using her elbow to get that spot under your shoulder blade. After a few minutes you feel yourself start to doze off.

“Thank you, Nat.” You say half asleep. “You’re amazing.”

“Feel better?”

“Hmhm.”

“Ready to go back to sleep.”

You nod and move back to your spot. 

She can’t help but notice the slight outline on your shorts. Natasha quickly averts her eyes, biting her lip.

“I should probably use the bathroom real quick.” You mutter making your way in. You quickly pee and feel your staff soften.

Natasha chuckles lying down as she hears the faucet running. Placing a hand against her aching pussy she rubs herself hard a couple times to relieve the ache between her thighs just a bit until she hears the water stop.

You walk to the bed and lay down next to Natasha who curls up next to you but only her feet touch you. You lightly rub her foot before speaking. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

“I’d do it again.” She says softly pushing your hair back and away from your face. “Now sleep.”

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You wake up to Natasha’s forehead and knees against your back, her arm loosely around you.

You sleepily move on your back and she automatically cuddles against you. “Hmmm Y/N.” She hums in her sleep.

Your brow raises looking down at her as she smiles in her sleep. She’s probably just as exhausted as you are. Normally you’d wanna get up and move around but you let yourself lay still as she sleeps.

A couple hours later Natasha wakes up to find you reading up on divorce steps on your phone and Leho meowing on the bed.

“Sorry.” She mumbles sleepily.

“Don’t be sorry.” You smile, setting it aside. “How’d you sleep?”

“Really well actually.” She yawns as she stretches, catching a glimpse of her abs. Her stomach grumbles and you can’t help but laugh.

“Want me to make breakfast?”

“You don’t have to I-“

“Nat. Let me. Please? I’ll feed Leho.”

“Okay.” She smiles, still waking up watching her cat run after you.

You were making your way downstairs when your phone rang.

You answered seeing it was Mike.

“Dude you and Quinn are separated and you didn’t call me?!”

“This all just happened yesterday. I haven't even really wrapped my head around it.”

“I had to hear it from Santana, Y/N, Santana!”

“I’m sorry man I just have kind of been out of it.”

“Santana mentioned you’re at Natasha’s?”

“Yeah she just took me in…. What?”

“Nothing, it's nice of her.”

“I feel like you have more to say?”

“I mean I don’t agree with Quinn whatsoever but was she far off from the truth?”

“What are you trying to say Michael?”

“Nothing nevermind. You’re upset.”

“Say it.”

“You think maybe you two are into one another? No one would fault you. Quinn is a terrible human being. Natasha is beautiful and she seems really into you.”

“I can’t think about that stuff right now Mike. I need to focus on my separation first.”

“And that’s great but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to test the waters? You’ve been with Quinn since you were 16. I’m not saying to jump into bed. Just maybe see how compatible you two are.”

“I better go, I'm making her breakfast, and she’s going to come down soon.”

“Talk later?”

“I’ll call you.” You agree.

“Let me know if you need any chonese you can borrow mine.” Mike smirked.

“You are not even close to my size Mike.” You chuckle.

“Rude. I’m a grower not a show-er.”

“Bye Mike.”

“Talk to you soon.” He responds.

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“Momma, where's papa?” Finley asked as she ate her breakfast.

Quinn felt her heart ache. She was just glad Val kept Beth for another day. “Daddy has some things to do today.”

“Aw.” Finley pouted. “I miss papa.”

Quinn shot you off a text.

Meanwhile next door

You sighed reading the text. 

‘Fin is asking about you… please come home. We can talk about everything. We can work through this, I'm begging you.’

“She texting you?” Natasha asked as she ate her breakfast you made her.

“Yup.”

“I know this might be a little soon but you should use the divorce lawyer Bruce and I used she just so happens to be Bruce’s cousin. Her name is Jennifer Walters she does everything. She made it very easy.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, if you want I can see if she’d see you today?” 

“Please?”

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“Okay Y/N this is gonna hurt a bit.” Jennifer cringes as she sets an affidavit down. “New York state law has a no fault clause which means you have to be separated for at least a year, but if I have enough evidence of clear irretrievable breakdown of a marriage which I believe we have then you’ll only have to be separated for at least 6 months, see a couples therapist, annnnd Quinn has to agree to it. Do you have kids together?”

“Yes, two little girls.” You answer.

“Then you’ll have to also have discussions of custody, visitation, and child support. Which seeing as you haven’t had a job in a very long time shows she will most likely get custody. I feel I could get you full custody being as you were the full time parent as she was at work most of if not all of the time. Which would also grant you spousal and child support.”

“I don’t need spousal support, we may need child support but I can get a job.”

“We’re going to get it regardless, especially after cheating and taking away your chance at M.I.T., but I do think it’s a great idea to get a job. It’ll show the judge you can take care of yourself and your girls. I also suggest getting a place of your own, but we’ll get to that when we

get there. One step at a time it’s a grueling process and sometimes can get very ugly.”

“I really don’t want this to be messy or ugly.”

“No one ever does but it happens, I just don’t want you going into this thinking she’s just going to sign. 90% of the time they don’t. She could drag this on for years if she wanted.” Jennifer cringes.

“So what’s the first step?” You ask looking at the stack of papers.

“I’m going to draw up divorce papers, and custody agreements papers. I’ll need you to send in everything you want from the divorce via email, and I’ll work it in the papers. In the meantime I would suggest staying separated.”

You nod as she stands to take your hand.

“It’s going to be a helluva ride Y/N.”

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Natasha was driving you both to her house when she broke the silence. “How’d it go?”

You sighed, rubbing your head. “It all sounds so tedious. I need to talk to Tony about that job and maybe see about finding a place nearby but it’s so hard because our kids are involved. They’re gonna be broken up about it. Children of divorce.” You groaned holding your head feeling a headache coming on.

Natasha pulled over in a parking lot and turned towards you, placing a hand on yours.

“I’ll be here for you through it all. Anything you need. If  you want, you can live with me? I have room and the girls are right next door. You wouldn’t have to worry about rent; the house is paid off.”

“Really? You’d let me stay?”

“Of course.” She smiled with a light chuckle.

“I’m really lucky to have you here.”

“Stop it.” She blushed. “How’s take out sound?”

“Sounds good.”

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After eating you got a text from Quinn. 

‘Fin wants to talk to you… can I let her call you?’

‘Yes.’ You respond.

The phone rings and you hear your daughter.

“Hi papa!”

“Hi sweetheart!”

“Whatcha doin?”

“I just had some dinner. What about you?”

“Mama made me take a bath.”

“That’s good you don’t wanna be a stinky baby.”

“Nooo stinky baby papa!” Fin giggled.

“Did you have dinner?”

“Yes mama made sghetti.”

“Yummm.”

“Papa, where are you?”

“…I had to come visit your grandma and grandpa I’ll be home in a few days Finny.”

“Ohhh.” Fin sighs. “I miss you papa.”

You feel yourself wanting to cry. “I miss you too Fin.”

“I see you soon papa?”

“Soon my love.”

“Night papa.”

“Good night Fin.”

“You okay?” Natasha asked as she dried her hair.

“I miss my kids.” You say clearing your throat.

“I know.” She whispers, taking your hand. “Why don’t you pick a movie and I’ll get the popcorn?”

You nod and stand up making your way to the living room. You mindlessly chose as you thought about how to get custody of your kids. You need to talk to Tony first to get that job he’s been offering you. Start saving money you already had a good amount from Burt’s Garage back in Lima you were going to use that money for Beth and Fin’s college fund but you may need to use some of it for what’s to come.

A few minutes later Natasha walked in with a bowl of popcorn and a couple of drinks.

“Thank you.” You say snapping out of your head.

“Uhhh you chose a horror movie?”

“Oh yeah…” you smirked. “You're not a big scary movie fan?”

“Uhhh I mean I’m good if you are.” She muttered.

“Nat it’s okay I’m here. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”

She gave you a half smile remembering you saving her not that long ago. “I know… I just have bad dreams is all.”

“Gotcha. What’s something you would want to watch?”

“How about The Notebook or Fried Green Tomatoes?”

“Ugh sad romance movies? Gross.”

Natasha laughed, throwing popcorn on you.

“How about your favorite movie?”

“What if one of those is my favorite?” The redheaded challenges.

“Those aren’t your favorite.” You smirked, catching a piece of popcorn in your mouth.

“Oh and what is my favorite?”

“We've been over this 007: Moonraker.”

She grinned as you put the movie on.

“You get romance and I get some action….. annnnnd I just realized how that sounds.” You chuckled, making her slap your chest.

“Shut up and start the movie.” She huffed.

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You kept secretly watching Natasha as she mouthed the words in the scenes.

She only caught you a couple times.

“Stop it!” She giggled, her face flushed in the glow of the tv.

“It’s cute!” You argued. She kicked you as she laid down her legs now in your lap making Leho jump off. “Rude.” You chuckled.

“She had her turn.” Natasha chuckled.

You returned to watching the movie as you rubbed her legs. Soon you felt goose bumps on her legs. You reached behind you grabbing the blanket on the sofa and placing it over her body.

“Thank you.” She said she wiggled her foot.

You chuckled and began rubbing her feet.

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When the credits rolled Natasha stretched and said “I still believe I’d make a great spy.”

“Oh I believe it.”

“Yeah?” She grinned looking over at you.

“Yeah you’d be the Ballerina to my John Wick.”

She chuckled as she scrolled through the movies. 

“I am John Wick, you killed my dog and stole the gift my dead wife gave me. Prepare to die.” You growled.

She cackled at you and you turned to her with finger guns. “dos vidaniya.” You smirked.

She laughed even harder sitting up. “It's do svidaniya you idiot.”

“Alright fine miss KGB you do it!” You huffed.

Natasha sat up straightening her back. “I am Natalia Romanoff. Thank you for your cooperation. Prepare to die. do svidaniya”

“Chills. Literal chills.” You chuckle. “Wow, have you been hiding that accent?”

Natasha laughed and smacked your arm.

“No seriously, do you hide it?”

“I feel like I lost it… I definitely watched movies and shows to have an American accent because kids thought I was weird, but if I’m around my family it comes back.”

“I’m not gonna lie if I met you in school and you had that accent I would totally wanna be your friend.” You nodded.

She smiled. “Too bad we were an hour apart.”

“Hmm, I think things would have been a lot different.”

“How so?” She asks. 

“I think you would have kept me from making a lot of stupid decisions back then.”

“I definitely would have.” She chuckled. 

You also think it would have been Natasha you went after, not Quinn. That thought made you pause.

You were now deep in thought when you felt Natasha tickle your side.

“What are you- are you trying to tickle me?!” You laughed.

“What is wrong with you, why aren’t you ticklish?!” She huffed.

“Oh I’m not ticklish but now I know you are.” You smirked and she took off running. You bolted after her upstairs. She was laughing and screaming as she tried to get away from you. You stopped the door from closing and she ran on the other side of her bed.

“Oh my God Y/N stop.” She warned as you began to corner her.

She squealed as she tried to hop over the bed but you caught her.

“No!” She laughed as you pinned her down, tickling her sides. “No! Stop! Oh my gosh!” She cackled even snorting as she lost her breath.

“Oh Nat, you shouldn’t have tried to tickle me.” You laughed. “You showed your hand.”

“Okay! Okay! I give! I give!” She laughed.

You stopped and quickly realized your positions here she is beneath you her chest heaving as she catches her breath occasionally giggling.

You reach down gently, moving her red locks out of her face. Her eyes are twinkling and her plump lips are parted. You look into her eyes and lower yourself gently rubbing her nose against yours. Her hand locks behind your neck and just as your lips meet the doorbell rings jolting you off of her.

Natasha clears her throat and looks over at her security pad as the doorbell continues to ring. “It’s my sister.” She says softly.

You nod, touch your lips and you can still feel her breath against them.

“I’m going to kill her.” She mutters as she rushes out the room. “Stop ringing the fucking bell!” She shouts to Yelena.

You snap out of your haze and make your way downstairs as she opens the door.

“Hey sis!” Yelena giggles.

“Hi Nat!” Kate grins lazily.

“Are you two drunk?”

“Maybe.” Kate squinted.

“We went back to the apartment and had some mac and cheese but Kate burnt it.”

“I said I was sorry!”

“Anyways then I remembered those amazing piroshkis you used to make. Can you make them?”

“Yelena it’s like 12 AM! No I can’t!”

“Ohhh hello.” Kate waved to you slyly.

“Y/N? Ohh we’re we interrupting an affair?” Yelena smirked looking at you.

“No!” You and Natasha said in unison.

“Hmhm.” Kate smirked.

“Both of you shut up and just go eat our leftovers.”

“Hm, I am hungry and a bit tipsy but I wanna know what is going on over here.” Yelena smirked, pointing between the two of you.

“Nothing is happening I’m separated with my wife right now-“

“And you thought you’d just shack up with my sister?” Yelena raised her brow.

“Whoa no that’s not-“

“Listen up Y/N Y/L/N. I can do a lot with a knife so I’d tread lightly if I were you. No one hurts my sister.” Yelena pointed her knife that she had somehow taken out and into your chest lightly.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” You say pushing away her knife gently.

“Yelena, give me that now!!” Natasha yelled. 

Yelena huffed and whined before giving it to her sister.

“Kate!”

“Yes ma’am?”

“Take her to the kitchen and eat something.”

Kate pulled Yelena in the kitchen, Leho trailing after them.

“Y/N, I am so, so sorry!”

“I’m okay.” You chuckled.

“Really because she poked a hole into your shirt.”

You looked down and Natasha flicked your nose.

“Wooooow. Nice. The Romanoff’s are straight up bullies.” You grin.

“I am really sorry though.”

“Don’t be, I wish I had a sibling like that.”

“You do; her name is Santana.” Natasha smirked.

You chuckled with a nod.

“I’m sorry she’s eating our leftovers. I know you were excited about them tomorrow.” Natasha takes your hand.

“Don't be they need to eat something. I’m gonna go to bed. I'm pretty tired actually.”

“Okay.” She nods sort of wanting to know what that almost kiss meant as she looks at your hand.

You leaned down and kissed her cheek softly. “I’ll see you in the morning.” 

She nodded letting your hand go as she watches you walk up the stairs.

“Hmm nothings going on my ass.” Yelena chortled.

“Stop. There really isn’t.”

“Eh, that didn’t look like anything. Kate?”

“That was definitely a ‘we’ll fuck later kiss on the cheek’” Kate muttered.

“Okay I just wanted you to say that definitely looked like something not that gross Kate. She’s my sister, show some respect.”

“Sorry Nat.”

“Well wanna tell me why a married person with kids is in your house?”

“It’s kind of a long story.” Natasha sighed as she poured herself a shot of vodka.

“We’ve got time.” Yelena raised her brow.

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“Wow.” Yelena sat back.

“Wow is an understatement.” Kate muttered.

“What a fucking cun-“

“Yelena.” Natasha grit pointing upstairs.

“But it’s true!” She whispered harshly.

“Well yeah but we can’t say it when Y/N is right upstairs. What if they get back together?” Kate shrugs.

“They’re not going too… Y/N is clearly into my sister. They’re going to get together, get married and give me more nieces and nephews.” Yelena smiled lovingly.

“Yelena, it’s not that simple.” Natasha sighed.

“How? Y/N is going to get divorced then you two can finally be together.”

“Lena divorces take a very long time. Especially if you have children.”

“Kate, stop being logical and help me keep Nat delulu! You totally like Y/N right?”

“Sooooo much.” Natasha groaned, laying her head against the table.

“If it’s meant to be it will be.” Kate shrugged. “Ow!” She huffed after Yelena smacked her arm.

“Cestra I’m telling you the way Y/N looks at you says everything. They clearly want you too.���

“One of Y/N’s best friends told me they knew we liked each other but that I needed to wait until the divorce is final. That Quinn is relentless and always wins.”

“Maybe, but she hasn't been against you.” Yelena smirks.

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Natasha woke up to laughter coming from downstairs. Her eyes widened realizing you were probably alone with her sister. She quickly got up brushing her teeth and changing before rushing downstairs.

“Well there she is sleeping beauty herself.” You grinned spatula in hand.

“Cestra you didn’t tell me Y/N can cook!” Yelena smiled, eating her breakfast you made her.

“Oh my God it’s so good.” Kate moaned.

“I got yours right here.” You winked.

“Some nice sausage.” Yelena smirked, earning a glare from her sister.

“Take a seat, I'll make you a cup of coffee.” You nod towards the table.

Natasha nodded dumbly and sat down as you brought her a mug and her breakfast. “Thank you.” She said softly. You gently squeezed her shoulder before going back to the stove.

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“No way.” Yelena chuckled.

“Yes wayyy.” You smirked.

“Prove it!” Kate hounded.

“How? There’s no space for the Jubie Slide.”

“I think you may be forgetting a certain new dance studio.” Natasha smirked from behind her mug.

“Wait what?!” Yelena gasped.

“It was supposed to be a surprise but this is to good to pass up. I spoke with Thor and Val they’re letting me teach ballet at the gym.”

“Cestra that’s fucking great!”

“You never said when you can move in.” You add.

“Pause!” Yelena held up her hand. “You knew?!”

“Well yeah.”

“Y/N is the one that made me talk to Thor and Val.”

“Wow you told Y/N but not me.” Yelena shook her head.

“I told you it was supposed to be a surprise. I wanted to fix it up first.”

“Well let’s go look at it.” Kate smiled.

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“Oh hey Nat!” Thor waved as he helped a scrawny string bean squat lift.

“Thor!” The man huffed, falling the barbell nearly hitting his foot. “You idiot that almost got me!”

“It’s just the barbell stopping being such a baby Loki!” Thor rolled his eyes and walked towards you guys. 

“Oh I didn’t mean for you to leave him.” Nat chuckled.

“Oh don’t worry about him, he's just my brother.” He laughed.

“I take it you’re here to check out your new studio?” He grinned playfully.

“You got me.” Natasha chuckled.

“Come on, I'll show you the way.” 

He led the way towards the other side of the gym leading down a hallway to the locked door.

Natasha opened it only to find the room full of dust, and old gym equipment.

“It’s perfect right?” Thor beamed.

“Uhh yeah I’m trying to picture it.”

“Thor, what about all this old equipment?” You asked, walking inside gesturing around.

“Right… well the new equipment we bought from the manufacturer didn’t want to take the old equipment back so we just stored it in here.”

“So it’s trash?”

“Well- yeah… yes it’s trash. I just haven’t gotten rid of it yet.”

You and the girls raised your brows.

“I’ll do it now.” Thor said carefully before rushing off. “Loki! Korg! Help me clear this room out.”

“I’ll help him.” You muttered looking at all the crap laying around. “Might call a friend to help us.”

“Same if we all pitch in the faster we can prove you can’t dance.” Yelena smirked.

“Psh.” You scoffed dialing your best friend's number.. “I can dance.”

‘Hey Y/N!’

“Suuuure!” Yelena smirked.

“Mike, I need your help. Also tell these girls I know how to dance!” You whined.

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After an hour of cleaning everything out of the room you all were really taking in the space.

“What do you think Nat? Can you vision it?” You grinned, waving your arms.

“I can! The mirrors will be here on this side, and I want rails as well for stretching.”

“Oh you need a shoe box!” Yelena smiled pointing to the front of the room.

“I can do all of that and polish the floors.”

“You don’t have to Y/N I can-“ Natasha smiled at you.

“I want to.”

“Well then I’m helping you.” She grinned.

“Couldn’t have asked for a better helper.”

“Wow, I came all the way down here.” Mike huffed.

Natasha smiled watching you measure the walls, and telling Mike as he typed the notes in your phone and took photos.

“Okay that’s actually very hot.” Kate whispered towards Natasha.

“Back off my future in law.” Yelena hissed.

“Let's check out the supply house.” You grin.

“Ugh that place is so boring Y/N!” Mike whined.

“I’ll buy you those hotdogs you like out front.”

“Fine but hotdogs first.” Mike pointed, handing you the keys to your truck.

“Was Quinn-“

“Asking me a billion questions? Yes.”

“Did you get to see the girls?”

“I only saw Fin, Beth was at school.”

“She said they miss you and I said you miss them too but that you need some more time.”

“Thank you Mike.”

“Of course.” 

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After eating a couple chili dogs and eating a handful of mints you were now walking around with Natasha as the girls ran to the garden section with Mike.

“I think this would look perfect with the hardwood floors.” You said pointing to the plank.

“I trust you.” Natasha smiled.

“Hi congratulations on your new home! Need any help getting some paint samples?” One of the employees asked happily.

“No thank you.” Natasha smiled

“Okay but might I say you two are just so beautiful together, absolutely beautiful! Congratulations and please let me know if you need anything I’ll see if I can knock off a few bucks.” The employee winked.

You put your arm around Natasha. “Thank you so much we definitely will!”

The employee walked off and you and Natasha chuckled as you let her go.

“That’s not nice.” Natasha smirked.

“Hey I’m helping you save money.” You smirked.

“Hmhm.”

“Oh by the way Mike gave me a number for his mirror guy so I already sent off the measurements. Should get them in a couple days. Also said he’d hook you up with some speakers.

“Mike has a mirror guy?”

“Yeah he and Britt have their own dance studio back in Brooklyn.”

“Seriously?!”

“Oh yeah Mike is killer on the dance floor.”

“You never said how you knew how to dance.”

“Well when we were kids we were obsessed with You Got Served and mimicking dances on music videos. Then Glee club happened and we got to dance everyday with our friends. Brittany is probably the best dancer out of all of us. She danced on tour with Beyonce right out of high school.”

“Wow! I never would have guessed that I mean she has a dancer's body. I just never put two and two together.” 

“Yeah Britt and Mike were the best I'd say Santana, Quinn, and myself were just behind them.” You moved up in line.

You rented out a floor polisher as you ordered the polls of wood.

“Oh great we’re done here?” Mike asked, relieved when you nodded.

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After finally giving the studio a deep clean

You and Mike finally did the Jubie Slide.

“Pay up.” You smirked at the girls.

“Okay you got me I didn’t think you could do it. Kate pay Y/N.” Yelena cackled. 

“Here’s $20 bucks.” Kate muttered.

“Nice.” You grinned before Jubie sliding around the trio.

“I’ll take that for my labor today.” Mike smirked, snatching the $20.

“Wooooow.” You glared. “I bought you 2 hotdogs, nachos, and 2 sodas!” 

“This is intrist.”

“Okay you’ve gotta teach me that.” Kate asked.

You stood next to her as you instructed her on the first step with Mike.

“I like this one.” Yelena nodded towards you.

“Same.” Natasha winked towards her.

“So are you going to tell them?”

“I don’t know. I want too and I’m more than sure Y/N knows but-“

“Y/N is still married.”

The redhead nodded.

“Yelena look! I’m doing it!” Kate giggled.

“Not even close, Kate.” Yelena replied.

“Practice makes perfect.” You chuckled.

“What other moves do you know?” Natasha smirked.

“Oh I know a lot of moves.” You smirked.

“What’s your favorite one?!” Kate asked.

“Mike let’s show’em how it’s done.” You chuckled.

“Oohhhhh here we go.” He chuckled while putting on his old playlist.

Sirens began wailing from the speakers.

“Ohhhhhhh!” You grinned as you and Mike began dancing Shmoney.

“Running through these checks 'til I pass out (pass out) And shorty give me neck 'til I pass out (pass out) I swear to God, all I do is cash out (all I do) And if you ain't a ho, get up out my trap house!”

“About a week ago! Week ago!” You and Mike clapped hands before the next clip began. That old familiar sound of the steel pan.

“Soulja Boy off in this, oh, Watch me crank it, watch me roll, Watch me crank that Soulja Boy, Then super man that, oh, Now watch me, yuuu (crank that Soulja Boy), Now watch me, yuuu (crank that Soulja Boy), Now watch me, yuuu (crank that Soulja Boy), Now watch me, yuuu (crank that Soulja Boy)”

“I think I know this one!” Kate pointed just as the playlist switched songs.

“But aye do me a favor call me jerk one more time(your a jerk!)

I know, You're a jerk! (I know), You're a jerk! (I know), You're a jerk! (I know), You're a jerk! (I know), You're a jerk! (I know), You're a jerk! (I know)”

“Y/N is always throwing me curve balls.” Natasha muttered with a smirk on her face.

“They be like smooth (what?)

Can you teach me how to dougie?

You know why? Cause all da bitches love me (aye) All I need is a beat that's super bumpin' And for you, you, you to back it up and dougie!”

You laughed as the next song started.

“Come on ladies you gotta know this one!” Mike laughed.

You waved Natasha over showing her the steps as Mike taught Yelena and Kate.

“Wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble (yeah), Wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble (yeah), Wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble (yeah), Wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble (yeah)”

“Alright Y/L/N you can dance.” Yelena chuckled as you and Mike kept going.

“One more!” Mike begged.

“Alright alright.” You chuckled.

“At night I think of you, I want to be your lady, maybe. If your game is on, give me a call Boo. If your lovin's strong, gonna give my all to you. At night I think of you, I want to be your lady, maybe. If your game is on, give me a call Boo. If your lovin's strong, gonna give my all to you”

“So Y/N can fix things, cook, and dance?” Kate looked at Natasha. “I don’t know how you haven’t immediately jumped their bones”

“Ugh Kate!” Yelena huffed.

Natasha smiled at you as you danced with your best friend.

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“We definitely need to have a dance party like we used too.” Mike grinned as you both chatted by his car.

“Oh for sure Brittany is going to school the hell out of us

“Always.” Mike chuckled watching you look over at Natasha who spoke with her sister. “I think you should go for it by the way.”

“Huh?” You asked looking back at him.

“Natasha… she’s obviously into you pretty sure she has been since you’ve met.”

“I like her Mike… a lot, but I feel like it’s just too soon. I’m not divorced yet I feel like any move I make will be refuted.”

“Well you are separated, granted you probably need to move out but there’s no harm in having some fun.”

“Natasha’s not that kind of girl and I’m not that kind of person. Especially with her. She’s the type to marry and whisk away, and I don’t know if I can do that again. I trusted Quinn for so long and she completely broke my heart time and time again.”

“Then I’d tread very lightly or just tell her how you feel and see if she’d wait? I don’t know I’m not the best at relationship advice.”

You chuckled and hugged him goodbye with the promise of reaching out to him more.

You walked over as Yelena was saying goodnight to her sister. “Thanks for everything you do for my sister Y/N.” Yelena smiled, giving you a side hug.

As you and Natasha head inside the house you finally feel exhausted.

You yawned as you walked through the threshold.

“Tired yourself out?” Natasha smirked.

“I’m beat.” You smiled sleepily.

“Well you did feed my sister, Kate, myself and you. Then cleaned the studio, polished and waxed the floors and gave us a show. Thank you Y/N for all your help.”

“Of course it’s the least I could do.” You shrug.

Natasha went in for a hug but you stopped her. 

“I am very gross and sweaty. I should probably hop in the shower.”

“Well I wasn’t going to say anything.” Natasha cringed.

“Wooooow! Burn on me!” You chuckled before heading upstairs. “I’ll see you in the morning, Nat.” You smiled down at her.

“Goodnight, I’ll see you in the morning.” She smiled watching you walk in your room Leho purring against her leg.

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Even though both you and Natasha were exhausted from the previous day you both woke up to a wet dream at the same time.

“Ohhh fuck!” Natasha moaned, waking up to her fingers against her swollen bean.

“Fuck.” You sighed tiredly feeling your cock soften. You grumbled as you got out of bed to wash up. You looked at yourself in the mirror feeling guilty and lost. You have never wanted another woman so badly in your life until now. You rubbed your head wondering how much longer you and Natasha can go on tip toeing around these unspoken feelings. You’re so over the wet dreams and the almost kisses. 

You were walking out of the room just as Natasha was walked out of hers.

“Morning.” “Hi.” 

You both chuckle.

“I was just about to start breakfast.”

“Stop, you've done enough. Let me.” Natasha smiled before heading downstairs. “How’d you sleep?”

“Uh good.” You gulp hoping you weren’t moaning in your sleep. “You?”

“Good.” She nods also hoping you didn’t hear her moaning. “Sooo I was thinking maybe we should take it easy today. You did so much yesterday, maybe we could just relax?”

“But your studio?”

“It can wait another day.” She said softly, "You worked so hard yesterday, let's just relax today.”

“You sure? The wood is ready.”

“The mirrors will be in tomorrow we can do it then.”

“Alright if you insist.” You chuckled.

“I do, now, do you wanna make the coffee and I’ll make breakfast? She asked and you nodded.

Leho meowed.

“Yes, I’ll make yours too.” Natasha smiled, petting Leho’s head.

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“That was so good.” You say standing up to collect her plate taking it to the dishwasher.

“Thank you.” She stands taking your hand as she leads you upstairs to her room.

You hadn’t been in here since your kiss.

“Figured we could watch something in bed.” She spoke turning on the tv.

You stretched a bit before rubbing your lower back.

“Your back still hurting?”

“Yeah it’s an old football injury I flare up from time to time.”

“Well yesterday didn’t help. Massage?” Natasha smirked.

“Maybe? If you don’t mind?”

“Turn around.” 

“Yes!” You grinded and turned over.

Natasha climbed on top of you and began massaging your back.

“Ahhhhh yeah!” You groaned.

She giggled and continued massaging your back. She stopped and said: “Take your shirt off, I'll rub this oil on your back.” She moved to grab some soothing oils and you took off your shirt.

“Ready?” She gulped seeing the veins leading down your waistband.

“So ready.” You smirked lying down on your stomach.

Natasha poured some of the oil on the spots you said were hurting and began massaging you.

“Your hands are magic.” You mumble against the pillow seeing her in the mirror of her dresser.

She chuckled, moving to your neck and shoulders. Admiring the muscles you have that make you look like you were carved out of marble by a Greek God.

“What happened to you? From the football injury?”

“I got tackled pretty hard in the end zone in my last year. I ended up in the hospital for the night, nothing too bad but I fractured my lower spine. So I get flare ups every now and then.”

Natasha could only imagine how scary that must have been for your parents. Even for Quinn. Natasha on the other hand probably would have killed the player that hit you in the first place.

She could imagine herself now seeing you on your back ball in hand in sheer pain. She would have rushed to your side.

“That must have been scary.”

“At first I remember just seeing him in my face saying something and the next thing I knew I was in so much pain. I could hear Finn and some other guys fighting in the field. Quinn was by my side and then I saw my parents. I remember crying and then feeling the paramedics take me to the hospital.”

“Did the player that tackled you get in trouble?”

“He did cause I already made the touchdown. I think the guys got him pretty good too if memory serves correctly. He ended up in the room next to me with a broken knee cap and some broken ribs.”

“Sheesh.”

“Yeah there were a couple bullies on my team that didn’t take kindly to what happened to me.” You chuckled.

“I think if I had known you during that time I probably would’ve done the same thing.” She chuckles.

“You would have been at my games?” You asked looking back.

“Every single one of them.” Natasha replies, booping your nose.

You smiled holding the pillow imagining what it would have been like seeing her cheer you on. Even better what winning would have been like after the game.

“Would you have taken me out for a victory beer or ice cream?”

“Excuse you Y/L/N I was a good girl in high school. No drinking, no drugs, no sex-“

“No sex?” You asked flabbergasted.

“No!” She huffed.

“Wow.”

“I was too busy trying to make ends meet with the Maximoffs to be a bad girl.”

“Bad girl.” You chuckled. “Alright I get it.”

“Is that what you did?”

“Not all the time I had Beth at 16 remember?”

“I always forget you were a teen parent.”

“Hmhm.”

“So you didn’t really party?”

“Neh not really, sometimes my parents would have mercy on us, and take care of Beth on Friday nights.”

“That’s nice of them.”

“Yeah it really was.”

Suddenly you flipped your positions causing her to help as you laid her down.

“You’re turn.” 

“Oh you don’t have- wow… Oh that’s good.” She muttered as you worked on her back. She arched her back as you massaged her spot. “Fuuuck that’s good!” She groaned unintentionally arching her backside into your pelvis.

“Damn Nat you’re so tight.” You sighed and gulped realizing what you said. You could feel yourself growing.

You bit your lip feeling her ass raise against your bulge.

“Can you do my shoulders?” She asked sweetly.

“Uh sure of course.” You gulped realizing your cock is definitely getting harder with every sigh, groan, and moan she lets out. You leaned over her, reaching for her shoulders.

Natasha’s eyes opened feeling your bulge pressed against her cheeks. She smirks, wanting to laugh feeling like a tease. She really wants to drive you crazy she knows you have to like her after the brief kiss. She sort of wants to drive you to the point of ripping her clothes off and turning her into a pillow princess.

Little did she know that’s exactly what you wanted to do as images of her pussy came to mind. 

“Ohh Y/N that’s sooo good!” She moaned, feeling you completely harden. ‘Easy.’ She smirked

She reached out for the headboard.

You left one hand around the back of her neck as the other rubbed her lower back. Her gasps are making you impossibly horny. You desperately needed to touch yourself. You let go of her back and began moving your cock you felt so dirty for it but fuck you just need it out of the way. 

“Can you go lower?” She asks innocently.

“Yeah like lower back or lower legs.”

“I was thinking more of my glutes.” She smiled.

“Yeah.” You gulped she pushed back a bit causing you to straddle her legs as you massaged her ass.

“Ohhh that’s good.” She moaned.

‘Fuck.’ You bit your lips this was torture in the best fucking way. You finally get to touch her ass and God was it glorious.

“Like this?” You asked, watching as your hands massaged her ass.

“Just like that.” She sighed.

You worked on the same spot for a few minutes before pulling a bold; very bold move. First you began rubbing her area where her thighs meet her glutes. Her little shorts barely hid little to the imagination. You rubbed up and up until your thumbs were dangerously close to her pussy.

“Hmmm.” She hummed practically vibrating. Are you finally going to do it? God she was so wet for you she began to grow frustrated.

Your thumbs slightly rubbed beneath those damp little panties.

“Y/N please.” She sighed, pushing her ass into your hands.

And so again you took that as a sign to push forward.

Your thumb pushed inside gently earning a mouth watering moan from the redhead beneath you.

“Ohhh fuck you’re so wet.” You groaned, falling forward against her back as your thumb began to move inside of her.

She turned rubbing your nose against hers when you took your thumb out bringing it in your mouth.

“You taste so good I need to really taste you.”  You mutter.

She nods and you both meet in an embracing kiss as you dry hump her ass. You couldn’t help but bite your lip imaging what your covered cock with look like sheathed inside of her. Fuck just being able to dry hump Natasha Romanoff was almost enough to get you to cream your boxers.

She turned over beneath you to bring you down against her.

“Fuck I want you Natasha. I want you soooo fucking bad.”

“Take me!” She groans as you rip her shirt off and tug her shorts down along with her panties. 

“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long now.” You breathed her in, making her whimper from the

soft kisses you left on her thighs. The fact that you had been aching to taste her made her want you even more. You were a little surprised at how bare she was. You were so excited to see tuffs of ginger. Now you know. Natasha likes it smooth.

“You are such a sight to see.” You say kiss her bud lightly causing her to jolt. “It’s alright baby girl, trust daddy.” You smirk.

“Ohhhh Y/NNNNN!” She moans as you begin licking from her tight hole to her bud.

“You taste soooooo fucking good dollface.”

Your hands roam her body as her eyes are locked on the sight of you licking her cunt. Her fingers run through your hair tugging you right where she wants you. No one had ever made her feel this way.

“That’s it daddy right there. Oh God, don’t stop, ohhhh yesss Y/NNnnn!” She groans her abs flexing as she feels a burn in her core.

You hum feeling her juices run down your chin. You can’t believe this is really happening as you play with her nipples.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” She mewed. “Just like this. I can’t wait until you’re inside of me.” She spoke breathlessly her eyes drooping but always staying on you.

Your tongue is working overtime swiping left and right and up and down until she presses your face against her pussy as she cums.

“Ohhhh fuck! Ohhh fuck! Ohhhhhh!” She groans loudly and you lift her ass up a bit letting your tongue like the very very tight hole beneath her vagina, and let your fingers take care of her rosy bud and aching pussy.

“Ohhhhh my fucking God! Ohhhhh!” She moans and gasps feeling completely filled. “Yesssssss! Yesssss! Yesss daddy fuckkkk!” She moaned meeting your fingers with every pump.

“That’s it baby you’re so close let go.” You say feeling the burn in your forearm before diving back in.

Suddenly she gasps as her walls clamp down around your fingers. Her pelvis humping your hand and face as she cums. You can’t help but moan against her bud looking at the sight of her chest heaving trying to catch her breath.

“Oh fuck that was sooooo good.” She sighs.

You wipe your mouth before kissing up to her neck and smooching those pouty lips.

She mews against your lips tangling your legs.

“Daddy’s just getting started.” You smirk against her lips.

She bit her lip pushing your hair back.

“You taste so good Natasha I wanna taste you again.” You go back down but she tugs you up.

“What if I wanna taste you?”

You groaned as she palmed your hard on.

“Off.” She demanded as she snapped the waistband of your shorts.

“Yes ma’am.” You grinned, shoving them off letting your cock finally breathe.

“Fuck you’re making my mouth water.” She took in the length and girth of your member. “Lay down.” 

You laid next to her bringing her in a kiss.

“You really don’t have to do anything. This can only be about you. I’d go down on you all day if I could.” You say lightly running your fingers down her spine.

“I’ve been wanting you for so long now, and I want you in every way.” She husks, reaching down and wrapping her hand around you. “Don’t you want my mouth daddy?”

“Hmpf.” You grunt feeling her warm soft hand wrap around your dick. She kisses you once more as she pumps you lightly in her hand. “I can’t wait until you’re inside of me, but first I want you inside of my mouth, maybe down my throat. I wanna gobble you and swallow you whole.”

“Oh fuck.” You whisper as she moves wrapping both her hands around you.

“You’re so big daddy I can barely wrap my hands around you and just two isn’t enough you’re the size of my forearm.” She’s a little glad you can’t notice the fact that she’s drooling just a bit and her eyes have become crossed eyed.

But you can see her pussy it makes you twitch seeing her juices dripping down her thighs.

You can’t help but reach out and palming her peach. She smirks looking back at you.

“I can’t keep my hands to myself.” You admit.

She chuckles her breath hitting the tip of your cock. Natasha watches as more precum seeps out. Of your member. She leans over more laying her tongue down against your head licking up your honey. 

You moan just as she wraps her lips around the tip. You can feel her tongue swirling around as she begins to choke you down. 

Her breath hitches feeling your fingers playing with her pussy. She breathes through her nose as she makes it half way down before bobbing her head.

“Oh baby.” You whisper feeling her hand rotating as she sucks your cock. Her other hand is playing with your sack. “That’s so good baby. Can you go deeper?” You ask as you sit up slightly to hold her hair back.

She nods against your cock pulling her mouth off of you so she can breathe before engulfing you in her mouth descending down past her gag reflex to the base of your cock.

“Fuuuuuuuck that’s it baby girl.” Your abs tighten, she moves her throat like she is swallowing you down. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” You groan it’s honestly not gonna take long at this rate. She hums letting the vibrations of her throat tingle your cock.

“Oh shit oh baby! Natasha!” You moan. “Ohhh I’m gonna cum where do you want it?”

She sucks you even hard, her tears running down her face. Her pussy is throbbing when she feels you move your hand away from her hair back to her ass as you rub her ass. She moans feeling some relief and you moan finally shooting your cum down her throat. 

“Fuck!!!!” You grunt as your cock twitches in her mouth she lets go and you gasp for air as she pumps your ropes of honey down her throat.

“Oh my God.” You say breathlessly seeing her red hair sticking to her sides of her face due to saliva and sweat.

You sit up pushing her hair back, wiping her mouth. “You’re a fuckin sight to be hold Natasha.” You say before pulling her on top of you kissing her roughly.

“Was that good?” She asks, pulling back from your kiss.

“Was that good?” You chuckle in disbelief. “That was the best head I’ve ever had.”

She smiles shyly and you roll her to the other side of the bed beneath your body. She instantly spreads her legs for you to fit between them.

The redheaded beauty can feel your cock harden against her pussy as you kiss her softly with no hurry to be inside of her. She said she’s wanted this for so long, and though you have questions you really wanna live up to her imagination.

Your hands begin to wander lowering from her nape to her thighs running your fingers up and

down sending chills down her spine.

You steal one last kiss before leaving a trail of open kisses down her chilled body before you get to your target. You inhale her pussy before tasting her again.

“Y/N.” She sighs feeling your tongue swiping up and down as you savor her. Her pussy is soaked and throbbing for you and only you.

You sit up getting between her legs you let your cock play with her pussy a bit biting your lip at the feel of her hot cunt against your cock. You lean over and reach for the nightstand grabbing your wallet to take out a condom. She reaches out to stop you. “You don’t need that.” She says softly. “I haven’t been with anyone and I can’t have…” she gulps.

And you toss the condom laying down against her body you kiss her softly. “It’s okay baby.” You whisper. “Do you want to stop?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “Do you?”

“Not if you don’t.” You whisper back.

You kiss her once more. Letting your staff slide against her wetness. “You’re so wet baby.”

“Only for you.” She responds.

You sit up and she reaches out rubbing a hand over your abs memorizing the creases of your six pack down to your cock.

You rub your tip up and down gathering her wetness before slowly pushing the tip in. She sighs gripping the sheets and you grip her hips gently and slowly pushing the rest of the way inside of her.

“Relax baby daddy’s got you.”

She moaned loudly and you felt more wetness come through. “Yeah that’s it. Hmm…You are so fucking tight.” You whispered, feeling her walls clamping down around you. You stayed still for a minute peppering her with soft kisses as she adjusted to your girth.

“You’re so big daddy.” She sighed, opening her eyes. She pushed your hair back bringing you down to kiss her. She whimpered as her hips bucked into you giving you the go ahead.

You slowly pumped in and out hearing her whining grow.

“Oh my God!” She moaned out as your lips left hers to nibble on her neck. She shook in your arms cuming around your cock.

“Naughty girl cuming without daddy.” You tsked.

“I’m sorry daddy.” She twitched from an after shock as you continued your strokes.

“That’s alright Angel I’ll let that one go.” You smirked, kissing her softly.

“You just feel sooooo good daddy.” She hummed letting her nails take down your back.

“You’re doing so well.” You groaned out as you continued your rhythm as she whimpered beneath you. Your eyes fluttered closed as you paused your motions pushing in deeper. “I never thought this would happen.” You sigh feeling your abs twitch.

“I hoped it would.” She admits before gasping at your cock stretching her out.

“Look at my cock baby.” You run your hand over the bulge and she gasps.

“Oh my God.” She whimpered. “I need you closer.” She says and you obliged gently lying down against her body one arm holding you up and the other caressing her cheek.

“You are the most gorgeous woman to ever walk this Earth.” You say studying her features.

She brings you all the way down in a kiss, her arms wrapping around you.

“I’m gonna move now a little harder and faster now baby is that okay?”

“Please do.” She gasps as you back to pump in and out.

You begin nibbling her neck and she wraps her legs around you.

“Natasha you feel soooo good baby.” You groaned.

She whines as she claws your back. “I’m so full daddy.” She husks.

“Oh fuck.” You groan thrusting harder. 

She bites and sucks on your neck causing you to thrust a little faster. She is determined to mark your body and stake her new claim.

“Oh daddy you’re dick is big it’s so good baby it’s so fucking good inside of me!” She moans in your ear. As she meets your every stroke.

You both keep the rhythm going, occasionally locking eyes before locking lips once more.

“You feel sooo good.” You say gazing into her emerald eyes. 

“I can say the same.” She brings you down in a kiss bringing your weight down on top of her.

Her moans are growing as you pick up the pace. Her velvety walls are clamped so tight around you that you can barely pump in and out.

“Fuck you are so tight I can’t move!” You kiss her once more before sitting up. Looking at her red hair splayed across the pillows. Her breasts bouncing and the way her hands can’t not be touching you as she grips your arms.

“Choke me.” Natasha moans.

You use one hand to wrap around her throat as you thrust harder and faster.

She grips your arm, her face turning a blushing red as she feels herself getting higher and higher.

“Fuck Natasha! God damn!”

She gasps and you reach below rubbing her swollen little bud.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck!” She moans as the bed creaks and, the headboard bangs against the wall. Her pussy is squelching with every stroke just as her hips are meeting your every motion. “Cum with me daddy!” She pants.

You throw your head back afraid to cum before her but her hands pull you back to her. “I’m cumming! Fuuuck I’m cumming!” She whines as her cunt twitches and clamps around you. It's a wonder how you're hitting her spot.

“Arggghh auhhh!” You grunt pulling out half way feeling your seed shoot out. “Ohhhh fuck!” You both moan as you pull out your creams spilling against your twitching cock.

“Hmmm.” She hums watching you use your staff to pick up the cum spilling on you and lathering it against her pussy before entering her once more.

“That’s it baby that’s it.” She says softly as you pepper kisses around her face. She kisses you lazily, her fingers trailing your jaw as you continue your strokes.

You kiss her fingers softly as she groans in appreciation.

“Yessss daddy yess yesss.” Her accent is coming through her sex hazed mind. You lift her legs against your shoulders, and you begin to hump up halfway hitting her spot over, and over again, and again. 

*Hisss ahhh hisss ahh* Her moaning grew. Natasha could feel a deep coil inside of her ready to burst at any moment.

You grinned lazily seeing your second head bulge in her stomach with every stroke up.

“Natasha darling; how are you feeling?” You ask as you continue.

She all but moans in response, her hands reaching for your forearms.

You thrust a little faster until she’s quivering. You smirk as she cums again and finally you feel that rush of pressure you were aiming for.

“There it is.” You thrust even faster making her twitch and wiggle against your cock as her orgasm shakes her to her core, and finally when your cock is being pushed out you pull out.

“Oh my-!!! daddy daddy- YYYYY/NNNNNNNN!!!!!!!” your name spills out as a booming moan, her pussy is spasming as a rush of liquid squirts against your abs and cock.

You slowly enter her once more once the squirting stops, kissing the sides of her legs against your shoulders as she catches her breath. “That was so good baby you did so fucking good for daddy.” 

“Oh my God.” she moans, making grabby hands so you bend her legs slowly until she’s filled to the brim and your abs are against hers. She kisses you with so much passion she almost utters those three little words. “What? How? That’s never happened before.” She says in shock.

“Well not to toot my own horn but baby you didn’t have daddy.” You bite her lip before pulling out once more, gently lowering her legs.

She giggles as you kiss her belly inhaling her pussy once more. 

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you. I love this pussy.”

You open wide and begin eating her out.

“Ohhhhh fuck! No daddy, I'm sensitive.” She moans with a smile.

“Turn around for daddy then baby let me eat that ass like groceries.”

She bites her lip rolling over on her belly before going into child’s pose. Stretching her back out.

“Oh that’s it. I can’t wait to play with you more. See how flexible you really are.” 

She looks behind at you and smirks as she twerks her ass. You grab ahold of her spreading her cheeks as you lick her little hole.

“Fuuuck that feels so good daddy!” She groans, stretching her arms out.

You slap her ass cheek and sit back up as you align your cock with her tight cunt.

“Fuck, I’ve been dreaming about this moment.” You slowly enter her. “Having you bent over for me just like this.” You bit your bottom lip moaning loudly as you pushed all the way in. “Fuck yes!”

“Now you have me.” She husked sitting up wrapping her arms around your neck from behind.  

“Hmmm.” You hum kissing her as your body’s move together. “Yeah that’s it Natasha…. You’re so fuckin’ sexy baby.” You say cupping her cunt and rubbing her clit.

She moans moving back down on the bed as you thrust into her from behind.

“Gorgeous.” You sigh letting your hands wander her back. Your hands grip her butt massaging her before slapping it again.

Your thrusts were fast and rough hearing her groan against the pillow. You groan hearing the sounds of the room. The head board banging once again you may have to fix it later but it’s worth it. The sounds of her soaked pussy and of course moans you were bringing out of her.

“Yesssssss daddy fuuuuck that’s so good!” Her voice was muffled. She lifted her head when you slapped her cheek.

“That’s it use my dick baby.” You say as she pushes back against you. “Aag fuck I’m close.” You flex and hold your hands behind your head as Natasha fucks herself on your staff.

“Me too daddy.” 

“Let go baby!”

Your body flexes as you stop her and thrust faster and harder you can feel the spring being ready to pop. 

She whines and moans not being able to wait without you she’s cuming around your cock.

You let her enjoy herself for as long as you can until you abruptly stop deep inside of her and pull right out pumping your load against her back.

You hiss as your dick convulses. “Natasha.” You groan as she looks back at the cum falling down her spine.

“Feed it to me daddy.” She smirks seeing your cock twitch.

You swipe your fingers down her back gathering your seed and lean over to feed it to her. You groan as she sucks on your fingers.

“Delicious.” She smirks. 

Your eyes roll back as you bite your lip and move to lay beside her.

She immediately snuggles up to you kissing your cheek.

“Wow.” You breathe out letting your arm wrap around her with your hand on her upper thigh.

“I don’t think I’ve ever orgasmed that many times in my life.” She said softly.

You smirked eyes now closed.

“Yeah you get to get away with that smirk Y/L/N.”

“I love your accent by the way.” You smile peeking down at her, rubbing her ass.

“You do?”

“Very much so.” You sigh. “My Russian mommy.”

She leans up kissing your lips softly.

“Princess Romanoff.”

“I’m not Anastasia.”

“You could be.” 

“Baby they were brutally murdered. They were stabbed with bayonets.”

“Aww let me have this.” You frowned with your bottom lip out.

“Fine.” She sighed. “Anything for you… daddy.” She smirked feeling you twitch against her knee.

“Stop playing with fire Natasha.” Your voice is raspy.

“I like playing with your fire.”

You chuckle and she pecks your chest letting her nails graze your abs. Your fingers trailed up her thighs massaging her beautiful luscious mound of an ass.

Her nails send chills around your body luring you to sleep.

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

hi this is my first time sending a request and this one was rejected by other writer so I wondered if you could write it instead. I love quinn and I was thinking about a quinn fabray x fem!reader where reader was quinn first love back in middle school in that old school of hers and they had confessed to each other. reader loved quinn since her lucy caboosey phase and you could add that russell or Judy found out and separated them and encouraged quinn to get the nose job and lose weight. anyways, reader goes to McKinley during season 2 where quinn is trying to get her life together and she snaps when reader tries to approach her using her old name they don't speak anymore but reader always look out for quinn from the sideways (she's not from the glee club but she befriends Rachel) and quinn gets even more pissed when she catches rachel mentioning you before glee starts. the whole mess with lucy caboosey gets out and they finally speaks w reader comforting Quinn. make it angsty with a happy ending do not spare our feelings😂

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Still By Your Side

You know you're staring, but you can't help it. Something about this girl in your class is so familiar. You just can't put your finger on it.

See, you used to live in Lima, but you moved away in middle school. Forced away, rather. Now you're back and junior year began at McKinley High. While you recognized a lot of people, this one person just couldn't jog your memory.

Not until her eyes bore into yours.

As soon as class ends, you pack up your things and dart after the blonde.

"Hey! Wait!"

The blonde turns around, eyebrows cocked with an annoyed look on her face. She doesn't say anything, waiting for you to tell her why you're bothering her.

You take a moment to take her in. This girl was beautiful, that's for sure. There was a grace about her to match. Even her annoyed face looked pretty. You shake the thought from your head before finally speaking.

"Lucy, right? Lucy Fabray? It's me, Y/N."

Almost immediately, a hand covers your mouth and you're shoved against the lockers. Eyes blazing with fury found your shocked ones.

"I don't care who you are. I don't care how we met. But you will NEVER utter that name ever again." She leans closer and dangerously lowers her voice. "I am not Lucy and I will never be again. I am Quinn Fabray. Lucy is dead."

She pushes off of you, shoving you further into the lockers before striding away. You just watch her leave, your heart breaking with each step she takes. You didn't even notice the person next to you until she spoke.

"Sorry about her. She's always been like that."

With a jolt of surprise, you turn to look at the short brunette next to you. There's a moment before you look towards Quinn again.

"No... Not always." A sigh escapes your lips before you turn your attention to your companion. "You're friends with Lu-er... Quinn?" The brunette lets out a soft, rueful laugh.

"Kind of? More like rivals, I guess. We're both in Glee Club together. I'm Rachel Berry." She holds out her hand, which you take to shake.

"Y/N," you reply. "Y/N Y/L."

"If you wanna get close to Quinn, you can join Glee. We always need more members anyway." She offers. You consider it for a moment before shaking your head.

"Nah. I won't bother her like that. And I'd rather get myself settled before joining any clubs." You smile. "Thanks though. Maybe in the future." Rachel returns your smile with her own wide one.

"I'll hold you to that."

-----+++++-----

As the days pass, you learn more about Quinn thanks to Rachel. Her pregnancy and the resulting fallout with her parents, her life with the Glee Club, and now her determination to return to life before her baby. It was a lot and you weren't surprised by how much it affected her. You've already decided to stay out of Quinn's way, but they didn't mean you weren't still drawn to her.

While you tried your best to avoid directly interacting with the blonde, there were times when it was inevitable. Much like when she and Santana got into a fight in the hallway and you made it a point to pull Quinn away while blocking the Latina's attacks with your body.

Quinn didn't even acknowledge you.

It wasn't ideal. Your heart squeezed in pain with every rebuff. But the love you held for her, from the moment you met Lucy, it was worth every glance.

Only once did Quinn speak to you after meeting again. It had been months of just being in her orbit. But suddenly, you're slammed against the wall.

"Stay away from Berry." She growls. "I already have to deal with you everywhere else. I don't need that dwarf opening her big mouth to speak your name."

Recovered from the push and sudden rant, you retort.

"We haven't spoken since the first day! I even honored your request, Quinn. I don't understand why you dislike me so much."

"You don't get it." She leans into your space. If you weren't so frustrated, you would've blushed. "You're the only one who knows about Lucy. About everything I had to go through because of her. You can ruin my reputation with that knowledge. How can I not hate you?"

You could only blink in shock. So much was forgotten. Or rather, repressed. After a moment, you sigh.

"Quinn... What would I gain from that?" With a slump, your head thumps against the wall. "You may have forgotten but I... I loved Lucy." You hear a soft gasp. "I still love her. Even after your parents forced me away. Even after all this time."

You finally look straight into Quinn's eyes.

"If I ever talk about Lucy, it will only be with love and adoration. But since you don't want any indication of her existence, then she'll live in my heart. I'm not here to hurt you, Quinn. You have my word."

With that last word, you push past Quinn, leaving her in the hallway. You laid everything out there and you hope the blonde would trust you.

You didn't notice the look of awe in her face.

-----+++++-----

The first thing you noticed when you walked into school the next week were the whispers. Gossip sprung up all around you. You were confused until you were faced with a poster of a familiar photo.

Lucy Caboosey.

Almost immediately, you move to look for Quinn. At the choir room, you were met with most of the New Directions. Upon seeing you, Rachel rushed up.

"Y/N!"

"What's going on?" Another girl piped up.

"Fabray was being more annoying than Rachel." You recognized her to be Lauren Zizes. "I found out her little secret and decided to even the odds for Prom Queen."

You just stared at her. "YOU WHAT!?"

Everyone jumped at your voice.

"Do you know what she had to go through because of that bullying? I basically had to be her bodyguard in middle school just so she wouldn't be pushed to do anything drastic. And. You. Bring. That. BACK!?"

It didn't matter that Zizes was twice your size and stronger. She shrunk at your rage.

"You better damn well hope I find her before I see you again."

You whirl around to continue your search for Quinn, leaving the group in fear and awe.

Eventually, you follow the trail of torn posters to a classroom where you find the blonde crying at a desk. Quietly, you take a place across from her and wait for her to acknowledge you. It didn't take long for her to look up at you with teary eyes.

"Y/N..."

You smile. "Hey, Luce. Sorry I wasn't around to protect you this time." Quinn let's out a scoff.

"Please. I pushed you away. It's my own fault." A sigh escapes her lips. "How am I going to face the school now?"

"The same way you always did."

Quinn just looks at you, confused.

"Sure, you had an outburst. But you can't let that, or your past, dictate what you do now." You reach out your hand, palm up in an inviting manner. "You show that it doesn't control you. Even if you're just faking it."

She stares at your hand.

"Why are you doing this? After everything that's happened between us." You just give her a sad smile.

"I told you before. I love Lucy. Always will. I told her that as long as I was around, I'd protect her. I intend to keep it."

A tear falls from Quinn's eyes as she looks at you with wonder. Her hand covers yours and she revels in its warmth.

"Do you think you can... Love Quinn like you did Lucy? I've changed so much since you left. I'm not Lucy Caboosey anymore."

"Quinn," you start. "I don't think I could love you like I did Lucy." The blonde wilts, her heart breaking. Her hand clutches tighter onto yours. She had been so scared of her reputation crumbling that it masked her own feelings for you. Feelings she held for so long.

Quinn's actions catch your attention and when you look into her eyes, you're struck by the emotion in them. In an instant, you're back in middle school and falling in love all over again. You let yourself stay in that moment for a bit before speaking again.

"Lucy has a special place in my heart. She's my first love." You watch as your thumb caresses Quinn's hand. "It'll always be there, but it'll never grow." Your eyes meet again. "It can grow with you though. I may not know Quinn as well as I did Lucy, but I'd like to."

The smile on your face is immediately covered by soft lips. In a surge of emotion, the blonde leaned forward to kiss you. Before you could even react, she retreats.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself..." The light blush on her face sparks another memory and your smile widens.

"And here I thought I'd be the one to break." You chuckle. Gently, you lift her hand and kiss each knuckle. "Maybe let me kiss back this time?"

Quinn's blush deepens.

[pezberrywhoreee]

'Hormones'

pairing: dom!quinn fabray x sub!rachel berry

words: 6,712

content warming: domishskank!quinn, subish!rachel, bdsm, light d/s dynamic, power play, switching, non-binary quinn, she/they quinn, tboy quinn, hrt (testosterone), tdick, increased libido, packer, grinding and frottage, oral sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, sex toys, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, domestic bdsm??, they're in love

summary: how are you gonna talk about hormones when you can't even make that whore moan? or quinn just did her t-shot and settles into a newfound feeling

a/n: before anyone comes for me, why on earth would a cis person write this? this one is for my fellow bitches that want to start t because bottom growth :D

Under the bleachers, right now.

Rachel lightly furrowed her brows at the text that she just received from Quinn. After the initial confusion a little smirk grew on her lips.

I'm having lunch with the glee club, Quinn.

Right now.

She quirked a brow at the firmness of the text, intrigued at what was so urgent that Quinn was acting more demanding than usual.

Rachel packed her lunch away and excused herself, wishing the group a good rest of their day before making her way towards the field.

As she neared the known location of the Skanks, she slightly slowed down just in case she was intruding on something. She peaked her head and only saw her pink and blonde haired partner taking a drag of a cigarette.

She took in their form, marvelling at it as per usual. She loved the way the pink ends of her hair peaked out of her beanie, how her distressed shirt showed off her toned arms, how they purposefully pulled their floor length skirt below their pelvic bone.

Quinn smirked unabashedly at how obvious the brunette was in her staring before quickly dropping their cigarette and stomping it out. She was nowhere near finishing it but her girlfriend had made it clear that she dislikes that habit of hers and the blonde was more than willing to compromise.

They decided that Quinn should limit her smoking around the brunette because she was afraid that the smoke would damage her voice, which the blonde thought was hilarious.

"Are you gonna come here or keep staring?". Quinn teased as she took in the girl, scanning over her form. Her outfit was very on brand - a simple white shirt with frilled sleeves and a staple plaid skirt and white socks along with some loafers to complete the look.

Something about it was so true to self and the blonde couldn't help but be turned on.

"Oh sorry". Rachel apologised with a nervous giggle, making her way towards the pink haired person. Their aura often intimidated the brunette.

Quinn closed the space between them expertly, pulling Rachel by the lower back and pressing their lips together in a heated kiss.

The blonde hummed into the kiss, groping at Rachel's ass. The brunette smiled as they pulled their lips away

"Oh, is that why you needed to see me?". Rachel taunted them lightly. She pushed into the blonde's grasp on her rear.

"I did my T shot yesterday— and I can really feel it". Quinn said between kisses, her hands slowly wandering around the girls body.

Quinn had recently started taking a lower dosage of the hormone and was in the early stages of change to her body and mind. They had very clearly noticed that their bottom growth was coming in nice and strong. This had made her distractingly horny and sensitive.

"Oh, I see~". Rachel drawled, a smirk curling onto her face. She let her eyes flutter shut as the taller person ducked her head and pressed firm kisses to her jaw and neck.

"My boxers keep rubbing against me and I can't take it". Quinn whined into Rachel's skin, pulling their bodies flush together at the waist.

The brunette tried to hide the smug grin that was fighting to show on her face at the combination of the blondes unexpected whininess, and that they were having a battle with their hips that were aching to rut against Rachel's thigh.

"Aww, you poor thing. That must be really hard". Rachel mocked lightly, pressing her thigh closer between Quinn's legs.

The shorter girl opened her eyes and pulled away from Quinn's lips that were starting to get lazy at the distracting feeling against their core.

Instead, Rachel placed one of her hands on Quinn's nape and pressed her lips all over their pale neck. She smirked at the whimper that fell from their lips.

"How dare you talk to me like that?". The blonde whispered, starting to sound a little breathless.

"Something tells me that you love it". The brunette teased once more, caressing at their nape.

Although Quinn would probably not admit it - or maybe it would just take some time and self acceptance - she did have times since starting T that she has felt more desperate and in turn more submissive than usual.

This doesn't necessarily mean that she would want to let go of control everytime they had sex, but she was definitely more open to being treated the way they treat Rachel - and they have made this clear to the brunette.

Quinn sighed when she heard the bell signaling the end of lunch, reluctantly pulling away from Rachel. They straightened their beanie and tried to compose themselves.

"How about you come over later? My dads are out for a few days". The brunette offered, taking in Quinn's blushing features.

The blonde smirked and gave a nod in response, her mind already swimming with ideas of what may occur later that day.

+

Quinn practically sped home as the final bell rang. They took their time showering and picking out a comfortable but showy outfit, wanting to impress her girlfriend. She went with a more masc look this time. She paired a sideless band tee that showed off their trans tape with some baggy jeans.

They slightly whimpered as they put their packer into place, trying to repress any desire that was bubbling in her stomach.

With that, she grabbed a couple of essentials and drove herself to the Berry household.

Rachel opened the door at took in the delicious sight of the blonde leaning against her door frame. They fidgeted with the carabiner that hung from one of their belt loops.

"Aren't you a sight for these sore eyes?". The pink haired one purred as their eyes ran up and down the brunette's body, her outfit the same as earlier except it was more wrinkled and less pristine.

Rachel blushed and giggled at the cheesy line before grabbing Quinn by their waistband and pulling them inside.

Quinn felt like that was the perfect invitation for a make out session, so they initiated it with much fervour. She let Rachel slam her against the now shut door and connect their lips eagerly.

The blonde licked inside Rachel's mouth within minutes, aching to feel the wetness of her tongue against theirs. Their hands grabbed at the brunette's hips, groping at them for now but battling the urge to press them against her own.

Rachel internally shivered at the breaths and moans that escaped the blonde. She was quite impressed at how well they were holding it together considering that they've been worked up for hours now.

Quinn sucked at Rachel's bottom lip, biting at it as she pulled back to allow them to catch their breath.

The pair of eyes connected for a moment longer than usual which sparked laughter from both parties. Rachel rolled her eyes at the smirk that the blonde gave her after the giggles dulled.

Rachel directed her attention towards Quinn's neck, mouthing at it thoroughly. "May I— touch your chest?", she asked in between kisses.

The blonde felt their heart flutter a little bit. Rachel was really good with being mindful of Quinn's dysphoric spots but it was still forever endearing to the blonde.

"Please do, thank you for asking". Quinn hummed as they welcomed the tongue that was brushing over their sensitive spots.

With the permission, Rachel ran her hands along the girls flat chest and stomach. She left a few light scratches over the fabric as she attacked their neck.

She reconnected their lips, both of their eyes falling shut softly with her hands exploring their torso. The brunette marvelled at how the tone of the persons abdomen was able to be felt, granted they were wearing a lightweight shirt.

Rachel quicky let a hand palm over the prominent bulge in Quinn's jeans. She had been aching to touch it the moment she saw it sitting all pretty against the blonde's crotch.

A small whimper was heard from the taller girl at both the attention to their erogenous zone and the teasing at her dick.

Another smirk pulled on Rachel's face as she tried to refrain from putting too much pressure too soon onto the very sensitive area.

A part of her wanted to see just how much borderline torture (being teasing, but they both knew how dramatic Quinn can be) the skank could handle, but on the other extreme, the brunette wanted to use that heightened sense to her advantage.

The brunette dragged her hand from the blonde's bulge to their thigh, gripping at it possessively.

"You look so good, baby". Rachel mumbled against Quinn's jaw as she felt at their body. The simple compliment was elevated by the deeper tone of the girl's voice which awakened a new sense of arousal in the blonde.

"Thank you~", the blonde slurred, trying her best to not push her hips forward as to not look as desperate as they actually were.

They grabbed Rachel's face firmly and pulled her into a deep kiss as a way to momentarily distract herself from the lack of stimulation at her dick. Quinn lost her ferocity as she felt the small hand palm and then apply pressure back over her packer.

The brunette giggled against their lips at how abruptly their kisses got softer.

"Let go, Quinn. Tonight is about you". She hummed warmly, smiling into their lips. Rachel saw the physical impact of the sentiment as Quinn relaxed against the door and her body slacked to a more comfortable state.

"Push those lovely hips into my hand... I know you want to". The brunette whispered with a giggle. It was almost as if the skank forgot how to kiss effectively as they started to softly hump into Rachel's palm.

The blonde had pulled away from Rachel's lips to release some sharp breaths as a result of the insistence on her sensitive cock.

Rachel dragged her tongue all over Quinn's neck once again, smirking smugly at the whimpers falling from their lips. Waves of arousal pooled at her core as they rolled their hips into her palm, needy.

"Feels good, huh?". The brunette grinned into their neck which got a whine in response.

Quinn stole a heated kiss from the shorter girl before patting the back of her thighs, indicating her to jump into her grasp and wrap her legs around the blonde's waist.

The brunette did as instructed, holding onto Quinn's back for extra support as they started carrying her upstairs and towards her bedroom. She pressed a few lazy kisses to the blonde's face, earning her a big grin.

Once they entered the room, Quinn headed straight for the bright pink bed and fell onto it backwards, the brunette in their arms. A few groans left them both at the impact but the sound of chuckles softened the situation.

They perfectly fell into a position where Rachel was conveniently straddling the blonde and this allowed them to continue with their eager kissing.

There had always been something so simply erotic about making out to both of them. Something about it was very deeply gartifying to the point where they have both gotten off just from that. Quinn still can't wrap their mind around how incredibly sexually compatible they were.

Lips were enveloped with urgency, nothing was trivial about the actions of either person - almost as if the other would disintegrate if they didn't touch them with enough fervour.

Quinn's hands roamed and groped all around the back of the girl's thighs, to her ass and tightly at the hips as they moaned into one another's mouth.

Their movements naturally led them into a push and pull motion as they grabbed at each other. Soon enough the blonde attempted to gain friction on her dick by pushing her hips up desperately.

The skank blushed after they heard their own effort sounds which resembled whines. The cooing in response from Rachel did nothing to help her circumstance.

To convince herself that she maintained any control, the blonde forced Rachel's hips down to be flush against theirs, making it so that her core was pressed up to Quinn's bulge.

The brunette couldn't have stifled the whimper that pushed past her now rosey lips. This sound fuelled Quinn's growing ego and they felt a burst of renewed confidence, pushing up the front of Rachel's skirt and pulling her back - the soft material of her damp underwear making contact with their denim covered bulge.

Quinn quickly noticed some of Rachel's resolve drop and a comfortable submission start dancing around her.

Rachel broke their lips apart as she felt her breathing pick up along with the blonde's. She hid her face into Quinn's shoulder, occasionally biting when certain amounts of pleasure ran through her.

"Oh god~". The brunette whined, not having realised how wet she actually was which was accentuated by the rough material and frantic movements rubbing into her.

The dual frottage was already starting to overwhelm the Skank as every rut from Rachel was so motivated that their packer ground against their sensitive cock perfectly.

Quinn's sounds mostly consisted of thick breaths that throaty whines penetrated once in a while. They mentally scolded themself as she felt a pit forming in her lower stomach.

They knew that Rachel didn't have an issue with it taking less effort to make them come (she probably thought that it was admirable, knowing her). Nonetheless, they felt more needy recently and she wasn't sure of how the other girl would react.

"Rachel— stop I'm gonna come". Quinn husked in a rush. Although, their words contradicted their hips which picked up their pace and the hands firmly guiding the hips on top of hers.

The brunette turned her head, freely moaning into Quinn's ear. "We certainly are worked up today, aren't we?". She mocked, further fueling the fire. Rachel added to the blonde's efforts by grinding in their preferred pace.

Rachel attacked their neck as soon as they conveniently tipped their head back in pleasure. Every push of their hips sent the blonde closer, the lips on her throat contributing greatly.

Quick breaths and interrupted moans signaled Quinn's impeding orgasm which the brunette needed to observe. She pulled her head back to look down at the girl - bottom lip between her teeth - giving them a last few enthusiastic rolls of her hips.

They tumbled over the edge, mumbling the brunette names. Quinn felt her breathing stop as she felt something akin to a second release. Her lack of breath was broken by an out of character, high pitched whimper as they felt a short rush of liquid release from their cunt.

Soft mewls sounded from her. Rachel stopped grinding, giving them time to collect themselves from the clearly intense prolonged orgasm.

"Oh my god— that has been happening so much recently". The blonde said, trying to catch their breath. Though Rachel couldn't hear or feel Quinn squirt, she put the pieces together as soon as she saw a small patch of wetness that managed to soak through their jeans. The brunettes arousal heightened significantly at the immense pleasure that she just witnessed.

Rachel smiled down at the skank with darkened eyes as they somewhat came down from their high, traces of want still bubbling inside them. She leaned down and peppered a few kisses on their face which was well received as Quinn giggled and pushed into the touch.

"How are you feeling?", The brunette asked genuinely after reconnecting their eyes. All of her features were soft accept her dark eyes that had a lot of mischief in them.

"Really good. That was intense, huh?". Quinn breathed out, finishing her question with a small scoff. Rachel only responded with a giggle before lovingly stroking the blonde's blushing face and moving to lie next to them.

They lay together momentarily before Quinn manoeuvres out of their jeans, throwing it to the end of Rachel's large bed. The brunette scanned her body after she reclined; watching how their breathing evened out, the remaining trembles that shoot through their thighs.

Rachel kneeled in between Quinn's slightly spread legs, an urge to shower the blonde with loving kisses rushing over her. She lay her lips from a toned abdomen, over wet boxers and clenching thighs. Deeply satisfied by the content sighs from above her.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Quinn's boxer. "May I?" she asked excitedly, looking up at them to gauge their reaction. The blonde nodded happily.

As Rachel pulled the garment down it got caught a couple times over the bulge underneath it. She carefully reached inside and grabbed the now damp object - making sure not to press it against Quinn's sensitive area - and gently placed it near their discarded jeans.

A pleasant chuckle was heard from further up the bed. "You're so gentle with it", their smile was audible through their words. Rachel swung her head around to the girl as she chortled. "Well I don't want it to get hurt", she mused.

Quinn shook her head with a scoff at the silly comment, endeared. They willingly lifted their hips to aid the brunette in pulling down their boxers which were also discarded like the others.

Rachel's eyes followed the path of the newer hair that the blonde had grown, which further defined their beautiful body. Her eyes scanned from the smattering of dirty blonde curls on their mound and and up her exposed happy trail. The brunette loved how it chiseled their navel.

The low key staring was broken as Rachel climbed up her body and pressed their lips together in a heated kiss, moaning into the others mouth. As Quinn was encouraging the kiss to get deeper, the girl pulled away. They furrowed their brows but quickly changed her expression at the beaming excitement displayed on Rachel's face.

The brunette was nearly bouncing. "I have a surprise for you!". She tried to contain her exhilaration but obviously failed. The grin on Quinn's face made her feel supported and warm inside. "Oh~?", the blonde purred, engrossed.

Rachel hopped off the bed to go and retrieve something from her near by dresser. She felt eyes burning into her ass, knowing that it was partially visible as her skirt was thoroughly disheveled. The girl swayed her hips wordlessly letting Quinn know that she knew she was staring and that she liked it.

The mysterious object was hidden behind her back as she made her way back to her bed. She re-took her position on top of the Skank's hips, smiling down at her.

Rachel presented the item and waited for Quinn's response. Said person's eyes widened for a second at the new toy as they inspected it from top to bottom.

It was some kind of phallus that had a smaller and thicker one on the end where it bent into a sixty degree angle. On the shorter shaft it featured a clitoral stimulator in the shape of rabbit ears. Quinn smiled at the gorgeous forest green that painted the toy, scoffing at Rachel's attention to detail as it was her favourite colour.

"Is that—?". Quinn asked with a smirk. "Yeah! It's a insertable strap on in your favourite colour! And it's adjustable!". Rachel exclaimed as she bent the long shaft to all of its potential positions.

"Wow, Rach— that's really cool! Thank you". The blonde stuttered out, feeling a rush of arousal pool in their stomach. "Aren't those expensive?" they asked with a breathy laugh.

"Oh don't worry about that, honey. It's going to be so worth it". Rachel reassured, her expression instantly turning seductive with a smirk.

"Is that right?". Quinn asked with a villainous smile, her eyes half lidded as they looked up at their girlfriend. The brunette nodded with her bottom lip between her teeth.

Before Quinn could give her snarky response, she had leaned closer to their torso and ran her tongue along the insertive shaft in a swipe. The brunette held eye contact as she continued teasing the blonde like that. As she began to suckle around the tip of the toy, she made sure that she had Quinn's undivided attention.

Rachel lathered the shaft with her saliva, eventually taking the whole length into her mouth. The blonde gaped at the expert way her girlfriend ran her tongue around the toy, their hips bucking at the sight - which resulted in a beautiful smirk from Rachel.

The sucking wet sounds that emitted from the girl made Quinn let out a shaky breath as a wave of pleasure settled in her core. With one last kiss to the head of the shaft, Rachel pulled the toy away from her face - impressed with the show that she put on.

The brunette scooted backwards towards Quinn's legs before settling in between them once more. She nudged their legs further apart, stroking their inner thigh with her thumb. Her slightly red lip found its way between teeth as she finally saw the girl's swollen cunt.

The thumb at their thigh inched inwards, pulling a puffy lip to the side and staring in awe at the amount of slick she produced. She could see their dick visibly pulsing which nearly took her breath away.

Rachel looked up at the skank to see that her chest was heaving, their eyes connecting for a moment in a heated glare.

Quinn felt the underside of the wet toy press against their dick and dragged along their leaking folds. A hearty whimper exited her as the brunette lined up the head with their entrance.

"May I?". Rachel asked softly. "Please". Quinn replied simply with a slight desperation to her voice. At that, the brunette slowly pushed the shaft past their entrance and deep into their cunt.

Quinn watched it enter her, a powerful breath knocked out of her which resulted in their head falling back as it bottomed out.

The bunny ear shaped silicon at their dick was already starting to drive them crazy due to its obvious presences but lack of enough pressure.

Rachel pulled back and squinted at the toy as if examining if something was even. Her smile turned into a smirk and her eyes softened, looking up at Quinn who saw the desire in her eyes.

As they stared at each other, Quinn eventually smiled, repressing a laugh before sitting up and grabbing the girl by the waist. The skank tackled Rachel so that she was on her back with Quinn hovering over her. They muffled a groan as the toy pressed deeper into her during the shift.

Their lips met, the kiss laced with a newfound animalistic edge especially from the blonde. As soon as the kiss began, it ended with Quinn's hands reaching for the waistband of both the brunette skirt and underwear. They were expertly pulled down and discarded.

"Smooth". Rachel commented with a grin. Quinn shook her head with a scoff.

Rachel's legs naturally came together at the knees which Quinn was having none of. They spread her legs and unabashedly zeroed in on her glistening cunt. Rachel's chest heaved almost theatrically as she was appreciated like a painting.

"God~". The skank sighed as she took in the girl's half naked body. Rachel giggled in response and further distressed Quinn by pulling the last offending piece of clothing off of herself, leaving her completely naked.

A pained sounding sigh left the blonde at the beautiful sight. Rachel couldn't help but show off her ear to ear smile at each little reaction she got out of her partner by merely existing.

Quinn wasted no time and layed in between the girls legs, her soft thighs framing their face. Their hands instantly reached up to toy with her breasts which was very well received as a content moan left the brunette. Said girl rested her restless hands in blonde and pink hair.

Quinn's current angle was almost overstimulating in the best was possible. Their face was inches away from what she'd been craving for the past two days. Not to mention that the L shaped toy inside of her bottomed out to a new depth, with the bunny ears pressing roughly into her sensitive dick.

The skank brought a hand up to catch a drop of fresh slick on her finger. She additionally pushed that finger into Rachel to collect more of her wetness. They reveled in the way it took her breath away momentarily.

"I love my effect on you. Taste it". Quinn husked as they reached up and pushed their finger past the girl's plump lips. The already present smirk pulled to be more prominent at the breathy moan that slipped around her fingers.

Each drop of arousal burned into Rachel's tongue, knowing that Quinn had caused the delicious flavour.

Quinn was drawn in to lay their tongue flat against her folds. Their eyes fluttered at her taste which encouraged her to start slowly lapping at the girl. She slipped her finger from Rachel's mouth and brought it back down.

Nails initially scratched lightly at her hips, the Skank tracing her name on her skin. A whimper sounded as Quinn slowly pushed her middle and ring finger into Rachel's entrance.

"Oh Quinn". The brunettes whole being heated up at the intrusion as well as from the firm look in the blonde's eyes that were staring up at her. They set a regular pace as they toyed with the girls swollen clit using her tongue and teeth.

It was as if each lap of their tongue blurred everything else in existence beside Rachel's essence and the sounds falling from her. Quinn let their eyes roll back and close as she started to drive their hips into the mattress.

Rachel gasped at the electrifying feeling of how the Skank's groans were running through her and intensifying her pleasure. She reveled in the desperate whimpers that climbed up Quinn's throat.

It was clear that Quinn preferred topping and Rachel loved that, but she would be lying if she said that she didn't enjoy Quinn being needier and more submissives recently. There was something about the way their hormones were helping them start to be comfortable in themselves and begin to let go a little.

The way in which they were silently moaning as they drove their hips into the pink bed, was a great example. Rachel grinned down at the focused girl, feeling the utmost love from them.

Now, Rachel didn't think that she was going to be throwing the blonde around and dominating them any time soon, there was something about this new side of Quinn that she found unexpectedly really arousing. Although she still was quite aware of her place and she wouldn't dare act otherwise.

"Oh good girl. You feel so good for me". The brunette teased, trying to hide the smirk emerging on her blushing face. Quinn dragged their hand down from the girls chest and left a resounding smack on her thigh, fucking their fingers into her harder. The sensation sent a moan up Rachel's throat, the smirk on her face disappearing much to Quinn's amusement.

"If that's what I get— for being hilarious, then maybe—i should do it more— fuck—often". The brunette mused breathily.

"You wouldn't dare, I taught you far better than that". The blonde dismissed, their tone - physically and metaphorically - thick with lust, throat coated with her girlfriends arousal.

"You're right", Rachel whimpered, still very conscious that the blonde was rotating between sucking at her clit and lapping at it, while slowly fucking into her.

"Say that again", Quinn purred, their eyes rolling at the ego boosting words.

"You're right, Quinn", the brunette gasped once more, rolling her hips up into the blonde's touch in addition. A deep groan rumbled into the girls cunt in response.

The Skank gave her a few more desperate licks, lapping up as much as they could to keep the taste of her in their mouth the whole night. Rachel managed to peel her eyes open and the only thing she thought was how starving her girlfriend looked, as if she depraved her sexually.

Rachel's hands slid from Quinn's hair to their jaw, slowly easing them away from her body. A wide grin spread on her face at the sight of their blushing lips which they licked, making sure that not one drop of Rachel went to waste.

Quinn's eyes slowly opened until the brunette was in their line of sight, giving her that dazed, half lidded glare that she loved.

The blonde returned to a kneeling position which the other girl mimicked, though not without a dramatic whine at having to move so soon after feeling so good.

Quinn looked up and down between Rachel's eyes and lips. Up, down and up again before grabbing at the girls waist and connecting their lips.

"How are you holding up, baby?" Rachel asked, her voice more even and soft. She snaked her hand down in between Quinn's legs, lightly stroking the toy protruding from her folds.

The painfully slow rubbing and thrusting caused their mouth to drop open in a silent moan. Rachel felt as the blonde's forehead connected with her own, their eyes fluttering - giving her the answer.

"Gr—great. I need you.", the blonde said, practically breathless as they restrained themselves from humping into the brunette's hand.

Rachel smirked and with that, she reached a little further down the shaft just before the insertable end and pushed a button.

The blonde honestly thought that she was going to come instantly but was able to hold off, their jaw hanging with air trapped in their lungs and the most ecstacy filled eye roll Rachel had ever seen.

The internal and external vibration was almost too overstimulating for them, almost, but not enough to stop them from seeking more. Conveniently, the pair were close enough to enable Quinn to push her hips up, essentially ruting against Rachel's stomach.

"Does that feel good, baby?~", Rachel dragged, her voice slightly mocking which the blonde did not pick up on as they were too busy ascending from all the stimulation.

The brunette pulled her face back, a hand flying up to support the pink haired lolling head. She was quite aware that they were an eye roller (and she found it painfully attractive) but the intensity of the ones from tonight set her body on fire. It was as if Quinn's eyes were permanently stuck back there, her lip between her teeth in a firm bite.

All the moans and whimpers wanting to escape the blonde were strangled as if they didn't have the strength or power to be fully formed sounds.

Quinn thought that the intrusion was intense but was strongly mistaken when she delivered the first few shallow thrusts. She fought her eyes rolling as her thumbs pried open Rachel's soft ass cheeks, heavy breaths escaping their chest.

The feeling of Rachel's lips traveling on their face brought them back, their eyes momentarily dropping back into place before another strong wave sent them back. "Right— right there. Oh my god". The words couldn't even be classed as words, more so unintelligible mumbles of raw desire.

Quinn regained enough power to pull the girl closer to her hips, making her thrusts shallower but faster. Their dick was aching for another release that they were once again fiercely chasing.

Once Rachel's kisses shifted to behind her ear, she felt the build of her climax. Short breaths, whinier moans, slurrings of Rachel's name. With a final kiss, they reached the peak of another trembling and shaking climax.

A thought went throughout Quinn's head - that there was no way that their knees were going to hold them vertical for the duration of their orgasm. This thought was proven as they collapsed on top of the shorter girl who chuckled when she hit the soft sheets. Softly groaning at the impact of the skank on top of her.

"You're super sensitive today, huh?" Rachel asked with a hint of mischief in her voice. Her hand naturally draping over Quinn's clothed back and stroking it comfortingly.

"Looks like it", the blonde scoffed, a smile on their face at being so physically close. Their dazed eyes took in the girls face which they were forever in love with.

"How many times do you think you'll come for me?". Rachel teased half seriously, biting her lip in a smile in anticipation. Quinn scoffed shaking their head at the girls excitement.

"I don't know, maybe— a few more times depending on how soon you'll let me— fuck you". Quinn purred, pausing periodically as the vibrations were still very much present. Rachel still was not used to how high their sex drive was since they started T, but it definitely was not an unpleasant surprise.

"Yeah?", Rachel lightly challenged, her tone shifting higher on the inflection.

The blonde nodded in response, giving her a pointed look, hinting her to move. She lightly rolled her hips, dulling that ache in her cunt.

"How do you want me, baby?", Rachel purred, her tone filled with lust.

Quinn smiled at the slight reminder of the power dynamic between the two. "Face in the— pillows, ass up and back—arched. Go". The command sent a shiver up Rachel's spine.

As the brunette went to push herself up, Quinn similarly moved backwards giving her space to turn around. A shaky breath left the blonde at the sight of how the girl's delicious neck transitioned into her smooth back that arched, pushing her ass out.

Quinn scooted forward leaning over Rachel's back, pushing their hips into her ass. Their face just about reached the brunettes defined shoulder blades which they pressed open mouthed kisses to.

"Have I ever told you how much I love your back?" Quinn groaned into her skin, mesmerised by the smooth plane. "How much?" Rachel mumbled into the pillows, her voice seductive.

Quinn responded with more groans, making the brunette giggle, a sound that Quinn reveled in.

Once they were done worshiping the plane, they moved off of her back, kneeling behind her once more. The urge to grope at her ass was driving Quinn insane and was not made easier when Rachel teasingly wiggled her ass in invitation.

"The day you give me— the privilege to take your ass is the day— that I die" Quinn whispered brokenly to herself, hoping that the girl would hear as she gave in and massaged her ass.

"Is that right?", The brunette teased. Quinn hummed affirmingly in response, laying a few hungry kisses on the girl's behind. Rachel made sure to store that piece of information safely in her brain.

Quinn straightend their back, letting a thumb gently rub through Rachel's folds and collecting some slick from pushing inside her entrance shallowly. They lined up the head of the toy, guiding it in as they slowly pushed their hips until they were flush with the brunette's ass.

A hearty groan made itself known from the skank, the vibrations against her becoming higher in pressure as the girl's cunt sucked her in. Rachel let out a series of whimpers at the deepness of the intrusion caused by the angle of her body.

They drove into the brunette, all of their weight pushing down against her lithe body and groaning as helpless muffled moans spilled from her lips.

The sight and feeling of how the girl's cunt pulled around the length of the strap as they pulled out, a beautiful sheen covering the silicone, was already inviting that feeling in their stomach that they already felt twice that afternoon.

"Oh my god—you're—gripping so hard" Their "words" came out as a collection of breaths with whines that could barely be classed as coherent words. They almost instantly ascended, as if they could feel her cunt through the strap.

The brunette whined at the sensation of blunt nails digging into her hips, the sheer force of the blonde's grip almost drawing blood. Consequently, Rachel pushed her ass back against Quinn who let out a choked moan.

Quinn moved their grip to push down against the girl's lower back, forcing the arch in her back to deepen and her ass to push out further, intensifying the pressure of the toy fucking inside of her.

Quinn collapsed against the other tired girl, both spent as their exhausted breaths mingled.

"Let me hear you, baby—" the blonde purred as she grabbed Rachel's hair by the root and forced her to turn her head to the side, the sounds escaping her becoming clearer as her breathing laboured. "This is what you wanted, right?" Quinn continued to taunt as that familiar control came over her once again.

Rachel whined in response, eagerly pushing back against the girl as she continued to play her little power game, doing everything she could to throw the skank off.

The brunette fought the rolling of her eyes as the harsh pressure returned to her back, feeling herself be physically forced into the same exact overpowered place that Quinn always managed to get her into with very little effort.

The blonde's moans shifted into heavy breaths as she squeezed her eyes shut, hyper focused on the insistence of the toy against her increasingly sensitive dick, each thrust abusing them closer to another release.

"Take it" the skank growled through gritted teeth as they teasingly slowed down their pace, bringing their hips down in a heavy, slow assault.

Rachel felt one of her hands being pulled between her legs, instantly catching on that Quinn wanted her to touch herself, making her whimper in the back of her throat.

She gently rubbed at her own clit as the girl behind her relentlessly pushed into her, her thrusts becoming inconsiderate and rough.

The blonde reveled in the sensation of her muscles straining, the way their abs were flexing as she drove into the small girl. A low consistent growl resounded in their chest that they barely took notice of, this regained power eliciting the deep animalistic part of her being.

The skank's jaw fell open as they felt their thighs begin to shake once again, a particularly punishing thrust against their dick sending them tumbling into another overwhelming orgasm. Rachel felt a strong wave of arousal settle in her cunt as she heard the agonised groans leaving the blonde.

She muffled her own sounds momentarily to clearly hear the new sounds that left the girl, the hearty groans ripping up her throat being something that she's never heard during previous scenes.

Rachel couldn't help the smirk that grew on her flushed face as she felt liquid hit her thighs, whimpering at how Quinn's hips shallowly trembled against her.

The brunette felt her head completely slack as the blonde very quickly started pushing back into her at their previous pace and intensity. Only short breaths and gasps were heard behind her, feeling the bed shake underneath them at how much Quinn residually twitched.

They felt a trance like state circling their mind as their jaw continued to slack, moans mindlessly spilling out of her, completely motivated by the whines that escaped the small girl in her grip.

"Fuck—you're gonna make me come again" the skank mumbled, her hips steadily pumping into the brunette who continued to rutt against her own hand as she found a rhythm of fucking herself against the toy.

Quiet curses left the small girl's lips as she also felt that similar building in her core, her ears only attuned to Quinn's sounds as she focused on hitting that spot inside herself every time.

The sudden heightened sensations in her body knocking the breath out of her, her body begged to finally let go after such teasing.

A final cry from above her sent her falling over the brink of orgasm, her eyes rolling as the blonde eagerly fucked her through the intense climax.

The skank doubled over against the brunettes back, groaning into ear as she felt that overpowering clench in her core, her hips stuttering through the release.

The skank lightly giggled against Rachel's head "Did you keep count or was I supposed to?" they hummed as they wrapped their arms around the small girl and pulling her into a satisfied embrace.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Hey! I'm looking for some good canon compliant married!klaine fics, and was hoping you had some recs!

Here are some. I've read the first one, which is lovely. The next four have been reviewed previously by Lynne, and i have added them to my "to read" list.

Also, don't forget the Daddies!klaine tag for fun with their children!

Enjoy! ~Jen

Snapshots by @borogroves

August 27, 2044. They say a picture paints a thousand words… and Kurt and Blaine have a whole scrapbook.

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I remember when we first met By @tnystrk3000

Inspired by #42 of 101 Ways to Say I Love You by emswritingprompts on Tumblr: "I remember when we first met."

Summary: During their wedding reception, Kurt and Blaine find a moment alone to reflect on where they started and are now. They sit outside, looking at the stars, as they talk about their journey.

Takes place during season 6 episode 8, the only difference is that it’s nighttime.

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daydreaming my life away (would you come along with me?) by anderhummel (em_a)

Sometimes Kurt feels like he and Blaine are moving too fast, hurtling headfirst into the unknown where their relationship is bound to end in a fiery crash and broken hearts.

But then Blaine flashes a smile at him, or shoots him an exasperated look behind Rachel's back, or hooks his pinky into Kurt's belt loop as they're walking down the hallway, or—really, sometimes Blaine breathes and Kurt knows, deep in his bones, that he has never been more sure of anything in his life.

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A collection of times throughout Kurt and Blaine's relationship that they discuss their futures.

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5 Times: Darling, Just Kiss Me Slow by InsightfulInsomniac

Five types of kisses that Kurt and Blaine share in their domestic moments of early marriage. Wholesome, sweet early married Klaine with a few guest appearances along the way from Burt and Carole.

Aka my five favorite kiss ideas from a kiss prompt list I found a long time ago.

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New York Ever After by @gleefulpoppet

Upon their return to New York, Kurt and Blaine create an extraordinary life curated from thousands of ordinary moments noticed, appreciated, and treasured. [AKA The Klaine Glee spinoff we all wanted: date nights, doing the dishes, showers before work, fits of giggles, lazy couch kisses, and more.]

Canon compliant through the entirety of season 6. Each chapter will be self-contained—no cliffhangers or abandoned story issues to worry about.

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Honeymoon Holidays by @flowerfan2  

Kurt and Blaine’s first winter holidays together as a married couple fall so quickly after their wedding that sometimes they almost seem like a continuation of their honeymoon.  But not always.  A story in the “Season 7” series that looks at events in the early married life of Kurt and Blaine.

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The Boys of Summerby neverhaveieverbooks

Kurt and Blaine’s first summer in New York after they get married. It’s easy. It’s hard. It’s perfectly imperfect. A summer tale in 12 chapters. Canon-compliant. This story technically takes place within the middle of episode 6 x 13, after Nationals, and before they return to McKinley for their visit in the fall.

Written for the Klaine Summer Challenge 2016 on tumblr.

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The Bluebird as She Singsby @lovetheblazer

Eleven months in the journey Kurt and Blaine take to become parents, from Rachel offering to be their surrogate through the birth. Klaine reaction fic for “Dreams Come True” with background St. Berry.

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My Wish for Youby Iris Kane

Picking up after the series finale; this story takes place sometime between 2015 and 2020 when Rachel agrees to be Kurt and Blaine surrogate, this is what I think might have happened. (Some rewrites and adjustments to this story; if you’re confused about the direction the story is going please reread)

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It’s Bittersweet, Babyby InsightfulInsomniac

When packing up their things to move into their first place as an officially married couple, Blaine finds Kurt’s engagement ring in his former sock drawer, sparking many emotions and memories between the two of them.

But as loving, secure husbands do, they talk it out together.

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A year in the Life by @darriness

Formally titled Fic A Day 2018.

I wrote 365 fics (one a day) based on a word that was randomly generated every day.

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Wednesday By @spaceorphan18

Just an average day in the life of Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, and their baby Katie.

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The Chaperone By pracitcalamenda

When a class mom pulls out at the last minute, Kurt fills in as a chaperone for Blaine's second grade class trip. Turns out that "Mr. Anderson" is quite popular with the moms and Kurt doesn't bother to mention that Blaine's his boyfriend.

[caramelcoffeeaddict]

Klaine fics that I've written with a Halloween theme :)

Costume Party Confusion - Blaine thinks he's talking to his friend, Sam, when he complains about not seeing his crush, Kurt, at the Halloween party. (977 words / rated G)

The Great Costume Debate - Kurt and Blaine try to agree upon a couples costume to wear to an upcoming Halloween party. (1,331 words / rated Teen&Up)

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not specifically "Halloween", but has supernatural creatures & elements that are associated with Halloween

Reflections 'verse - This series blends supernatural elements - such as soulmates, werewolves, warlocks, hybrids, & magic - with the modern human world. These supernatural elements are unknown to the humans around them; considered to be nothing more than myths. It's a semi-twisted AU of Klaine's story starting from season 2 (4 fics / 204,238 words total / rated E/M)

Mirrors - Blaine finds his soulmate, but there is something different about him. This is the story of their first ten days together.

Echoes (Of The Past) - Dalton’s winter break is here. Now, Kurt and Blaine are splitting their time between Lima and Westerville - all while dealing with a visit from Blaine’s brother, Cooper, a full moon, a suspicious Rachel Berry, and Christmas Dinner with Kurt’s grandparents. Along the way, they learn more about Kurt, his abilities, and what made the all-white werewolves so unique.

Family Bonds - An unexpected encounter leads Kurt to learning more about his mother’s family

Soulmate Surprise - Trent's dreams have him questioning his sexuality and turning to Blaine and Kurt for advice; and things aren't what he expected when he meets his soulmate shortly after. Blaine and Kurt then help Trent and his new mates through the process of choosing a pack, a school, and a place to live.

Show Me Love, Show Me Life - When Blaine Anderson became a vampire over 800 years ago, he gave up on the idea of having close relationships – platonic or romantic – with anyone. As long as he could still have sex, feelings were unnecessary. But there was something different about the new transfer student, Kurt Hummel, that kept drawing him in. Kurt was unlike anyone Blaine had ever met. And Blaine was starting to think that he wasn’t the only one at Dalton with a supernatural secret. To most people, Kurt Hummel seems like your average high schooler; but there's nothing average about him. Kurt is a warlock – a warlock that can’t use magic. When he was born, his magic went dormant, and no one knows why. But sometimes, he's capable of things that no one – not even Kurt himself – can explain. (152,067 words / rated E)

Swinging On A Star - Loosely based on the 1987 TV series Out Of This World. Kurt is a half-alien raised on Earth as a human by his Earthling father, and on his 17th birthday learns the truth about his mother and himself when he is gifted with the power to freeze time. When he meets the new transfer student, Blaine, he struggles to keep his powers - and his feelings - a secret. **You do not need to be familiar with Out Of This World to understand this story (30,500 words / rated Teen&Up)

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[SIM DOWNLOAD] Christina Daley

maxis match | three outfits | full cc list

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*I couldn't find a guitar case online so we are all gonna pretend that's a guitar case and not a violin one.*

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hair

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makeup

NSW - fox soul set (eyeshadow n2) | twinksimstress - yai liner | catplnt - a nightmare in beige set (eyeshadow) | NSW - female new year collection (eyeliner n3) | pralinesims - eyeliner n40 |         

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simpliciaty - alexia rings | obscurus - 3d eyelashes (n3) | pralinesims - trouble piercing set (septum) | s-club - bracelet n07 | chengchih - twisted chain earring | pralinesims - thunder ear piercing set (v3) | s-club - bracelet 201905 | urbansims - kate nails | enriques4 - star earrings | adrienpastel - irma collection (rings) | luumia - 90s mini pack (choker) | toksik - doe choker | christopher067 - monet rings | melbennett - violin case and telescopic tube (violin case acc) | seoulsoul - boss rider jacket (v1 female)                 

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shoes

cloudcat - copperdale set (shoes) | mmsims - old skool sneakers | cloudcat - surf witch & sakura sneakers (sakura)     

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joshseoh - universal hair overlay | kijiko - ea eyelashes remover | joseoh - lighting overlay 2.0 (true black merged) | NSW - female new year collection (lips presets n33-41, lips presents n1-9) | jiumiQAQ - jaw presets | NSW - perfect eyes shaping pack (female eyes prest n7) | obscurus - 5 female body presets | luumia - presets & sliders (ears presets)   

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Carla Vasquez-Brice ✤ Centre Stage

If Carla Vasquez-Brice never saw Rachel Berry again, it would be too soon. After facing the worst experience of her life thanks to Rachel's dangerous selfishness, Carla had packed up her life, left her home, and moved to Akron to live with her Uncle Al, Aunt Kamilah, and cousin Sugar. It was better, it was. Thanks to Josh and Shelby, Vocal Adrenaline and Jesse, and her siblings' endless support, Carla was healing. She could step onstage again, she had relearned how to perform, she was okay. But when she finds herself moving back home, back to Lima, just in time for sophomore year, she's terrified. Lima means McKinley High, McKinley High means Rachel Berry. She's safe, as a Cheerio. Popularity becomes a shield that even Rachel Berry can't get past. Maybe, just maybe, Carla was going to be okay. Or so she thought, until Coach Sylvester demands that her four star cheerleaders spy on the New Directions from within.

Fandom: Glee

Face Claim: Rachel Zegler

Love Interest: Aaron Kennedy (past); Jimmie Baylor (past); Mike Chang & Sam Evans

Theme song: Someone Gets Hurt, Mean Girls

Pinterest: tbd

Playlist: tbd

Tag List: @airwolf92 – want to be added?

[unholy-fabray]

Thank you @kurtsascot for the tag!! 🫶

I usually post art, but I don't currently having any fan art WIPs to show, so I'm gonna post a snippet of a Faberry one-shot I've been working on instead :]

Tagging: @unholybinchicken @paperstomach I think everyone else I would tag has already been tagged, so I'm leaving it open to anyone else who sees this and wants to share! 💖 Let me see your creations!!

Premise: Season 4 AU in which Quinn actually uses her damn metro pass to visit Rachel in NYC! AKA Quinn goes to visit Rachel during a 3-day weekend and drunken karaoke (and kisses) ensue.

On more than one occasion, Quinn had found herself on the phone with Rachel into the small hours of the morning, musing about life, music, religion, veganism, fourth-wave feminism, and the merits of Maya Angelou and Mary Oliver. It had been a long time since Quinn felt like she could ramble about those “deep” topics with someone else; the townsfolk of Lima, Ohio didn’t tend to be particularly deep thinkers, she muses. The blonde relishes the phone calls in which her and Rachel jump down the rabbit hole of conversation. The banter flowed easily between them - only occasionally slipping into the scathing sarcasm of their high school years - and Quinn could appreciate Rachel's penchant for dramatically rehashing the events of her days spent at NYADA. Sometimes, after they hung up and Quinn was bedding down for the night, the blonde would be struck by the realization that this was Rachel Berry that she was talking to and enjoying the company of, sharing sincere thoughts and earnest opinions with; it's a notion she would have scoffed at even two years prior. The absurdity of this fact lessens with every passing day and every long-winded phone call.

Quinn snaps the latches of the suitcase closed and straightens up with a satisfied sigh. She whips out her phone to shoot Rachel a quick update. Done with packing, finally. I’ll be heading your way in approximately two hours. You better not be planning any surprise parties. YAY!! surprise parties? me? you must have me confused with someone else ;) be safe see you soon!! [Attached is a picture. Rachel is in the kitchen of her and Kurt’s Bushwick apartment, beaming at the camera. Her hair is in a messy bun, make-up half done, and she’s wearing a NYADA sweatshirt. It looks like she's throwing ingredients into a bowl, but it's hard to tell exactly what they are. Quinn can make out Kurt in the background, fashion magazine perched in hit lap, as he eyes Rachel taking the photo with an amused raise of his eyebrow.] Quinn can imagine her rushing to make breakfast before setting off for rehearsals, perpetually on the verge of running late. The thought has her release a quiet puff of laughter and she shakes her head.

[violettesiren]

The problem is the prodigality: blackberries, apples in profusion, each by its respective nature hard to reach. Tangle of brambles, berries glossy black: even to graze them with a fingertip, you have to stretch. Then rosy apples clustered on a branch too high to touch— the problem is too much. Go for what you can eat: berry a bucketful, boil into jam; slice apples, cook, and strain into warm sauce. Inhale the rising steam, fragrant distillation of this late

summer, which offers other treasures too, but less digestible. For what to do with misty mornings burning off to blue? With spangled webs that delicately lace two blades of grass? You can't consume a place. How to assimilate that lichened rock on which I like to sit and dream and gaze at lines of drying hay striping the field? Can I take these away, pack them and then unpack, arrange them, spread them out like Christmas presents on a bed? If gifts, for whom? For everyone. And why? The rending gold of August ending—I can only fold it into poetry.

Storing The Season by Rachel Hadas

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PLEAK PLEAK PLEAK MAKE THE ALPHABET PLEAK IM BEGGING (I cant send the Rachel berry gif cause I'm anon) -🧛

ok pack it up rachel berry ill do it

[kirakiwiwrites]

This one was kind of tough, not going to lie! Not sure if the word was right of not, but we still had fun writing this. Thanks for all the nice comments on our first one! For this entry, we are going back to before Kurt and Blaine had children. This one is slightly longer. Enjoy!

Thanks @klaine-word-scramble for the fun!

Don’t Know Whether It’s Morning Or Night:

(Aug 3 entry - 2151 words)

“Rachel Barbara Berry. Do you know what time it is?”

“I’m sorry Kurt! I need you!”

“Well, I need sleep. I have an early dress rehearsal in the morning and the rest of my day is packed.”

“And I don’t need sleep? You think it’s easy for me to function like this?” She shrilly continued to rant as Kurt pulled his phone away from his face, nose wrinkling. He knew he wouldn’t get a word in edgewise until she tired herself out. Plus, there was all the background noise. Crying and screaming rang in his ears, causing him to want to end the call.

His husband stirred in the bed beside him, blinking owlishly and rubbing his eyes as he groaned at what time it was. “Who is that?” Blaine asked, his voice raspy from sleep.

“Guess,” Kurt replied grumpily as he smacked his forehead repeatedly with his phone. Rachel’s tinny voice squawked from it.

Blaine huffed and fell back into his pillow. His breath blew his loose curls from his forehead. “Does she know what time it is?”

“Mhm.”

“You should never have done it in the first place,” Blaine said ruefully. He got really grumpy when he didn’t get sleep.

Kurt sighed and slipped from their warm bed and trudged into his living room, knowing if he lingered he would keep Blaine awake. One of them should get to sleep. He stared at the rain that pattered on the windows as he got comfortable on his couch. She was still going. “Rachel! Shut up!”

“Kurt! Pleeeeeease! Just do it one time! I won’t call for the rest of the night! I’m desperate here!” She sounded on the verge of tears, but to be fair she could cry on command so he wasn’t really moved.

“This is your crotch goblin,” Kurt snapped. “We are not co-parenting! Why should my sleep be interrupted?” Now, he truly loved Rachel’s son like he was his own blood, but two weeks of having his sleep disrupted made him a little grouchy.

“Hey! You love Brice! This is just the tiredness talking,” she soothed. “Now, I’m going to do a voice call and if you reject it, so help me Kurt Hummel, I will come over there.”

Kurt rolled his eyes, wishing she could see him do so already. “Where is the child’s father?”

“It’s okay. Shush, now my angel. Uncle Kurt is going to make everything better,” she said to the wailing baby on the other end. Little Brice didn’t even acknowledge her as he screamed again. “Jesse is working on that movie and won’t be back until next week. Now pick up!”

Kurt stabbed the answer button on his screen when it showed up. His screen was immediately filled with a harried Rachel, dark patches heavy under her eyes and hair a rumpled mess twisted up into a lopsided bun. Her nail polish was chipped and unkempt, unusual for her. She looked worse than she had that time in high school when she had gotten sick and depressed because she thought she would never sing again. His sour mood softened at the way her lip quivered as if she was seconds from crying and then he melted at the scrunched face of her four month old. Brice’s chubby cheeks were red and slick with tears and snot from all the crying. Rachel bounced him fruitlessly as he wailed, his little fists balled up and his feet kicking in his footed pajamas. Kurt smiled despite the late hour and ignored how terrible his own hair looked in the corner of the screen.

“Brice? Hey buddy.”

At the sound of his name, Brice immediately ceased his screaming and stared at Kurt on the screen. He hiccuped pitifully and reached for him.

“Hi. What’s the big deal?” Kurt asked softly as he wiggled a finger at the boy. He blinked big, shining brown eyes and babbled something they were convinced was Kurt’s name. “Why are you so upset? Mommy needs sleep and so do you, sweetie. And Uncle Kurt reeeally needs sleep.”

Rachel looked relived the crying had stopped. She kissed his head tiredly and began to wipe off his face with a soft cloth. Brice screeched and tried to twist his head away. “I’m telling you, it’s all the time we spent together when I was pregnant. He learned your voice and now you are the only one he wants.”

Kurt grinned. “Look at you, taking after your mommy and daddy and being the most stubborn, dramatic boy in the world! Yes you are!” He used a light tone and Brice smiled.

“He likes you better than me,” Rachel replied, her voice wobbly. Then she started crying into the cloth she had just used to wiped Brice’s face. He giggled and clapped his hands at her sobs.

Kurt tried not to laugh. “Rachel, that’s not true! Hey, don’t cry! Listen, you’re just tired and alone. It won’t be for much longer. How about I come over tomorrow evening and let you get a nap?”

She sniffled into the cloth and wiped at her face. “If I last that long.”

“You will.” He yawned suddenly and covered his mouth. Brice found this hilarious and cackled, seemingly at how he was making all the grownups in his life miserable. “I’m going to bed, Rach. I’ll check with you on my lunch tomorrow, okay?”

“Wait! You have to sing!” Rachel said desperately. Her voice was still croaky from crying. “Please, Kurt! He won’t sleep otherwise!”

“I thought you could sing?” Kurt asked with a superior look down his nose. “You never skipped an opportunity to tell me you were better.”

Her eyes started to fill like she was about to cry again. Kurt instantly felt bad. “He likes it when you sing. Please?”

He had been planning on making her beg and say he was better than her, but she was about to break and he knew he couldn’t do that to her. So he nodded much to her immense relief and gave Brice a stern look. (But not too stern. He was kind of a sucker for the kid.) “I’ll sing one song and you will go to sleep and stop giving Mommy a hard time. Got it, Brice?”

The baby just smiled at him like he wasn’t being given a talking-to and squealed happily. This was definitely the child of Jesse St. James and Rachel Berry. He did what he pleased.

Kurt cleared his throat and opened his mouth to sing. “‘Bout—“

“Wait!” Rachel interrupted. “You have to do the dance too! He loves the dance.”

“Rachel, it’s too early for choreography,” Kurt replied, exasperated.

“Please?” She gave him a dazzling smile and cuddled her tyrant of a baby who garbled his agreement. “You have to commit to it!”

“Fine,” Kurt hissed out through gritted teeth. “But I’m billing you when my back needs to be realigned from over use.” He stood, his muscles protesting greatly and positioned the phone so that his whole body was in the frame. He grumbled about how Rachel better not say anything negative or else and got into position. He remembered most of the choreography from back in glee club, but he didn’t worry about making it look good this early in the morning. “'Bout twenty years ago, way down in New Orleans. A group of fellows found a new kind of music. And they decided to call it... JAZZ.”

Brice giggled madly and clapped his little hands before wrapping his small arms around Rachel’s neck and snuggling into her neck. Rachel smiled and rested her cheek on top of his downy soft head. As Kurt went through the whole of Le Jazz Hot, the baby’s eyes glazed over and slid closed. By the end, he was fast asleep and Rachel snuggled him close. She looked as if she had started to doze off herself.

“Thank you so much, Kurt,” she whispered. “I have no idea why he won’t do that when I sing it. I even dance for goodness sake.”

Kurt smiled and his heart flipped with fondness for the sleeping boy in her arms. “The boy knows talent, what can I say?” He chuckled at her answering glare. It was a testament to how exhausted she was that she didn’t even argue. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

She nodded and started to say goodbye, but a violent yawn consumed her as his screen went dark.

He really did feel for her, even if it was ruining his own sleep. He had no idea why him performing that particular number put the child to sleep, but it did. He did it one time a few weeks ago and nothing else since had worked quite as well.

Rubbing his face tiredly, Kurt shuffled back to bed and was happy to slip back under the covers next to his snoring husband so warm and comfy. He tried not to wake him, but Blaine was a light sleeper. He snuggled up closer to Kurt and sleepily smacked his lips. Kurt got into his favorite position, Blaine’s head tucked under his chin with his arms around his shoulders and a leg hooked around Blaine’s. He closed his eyes, willing sleep to swallow him up again when he heard Blaine’s quiet murmur.

“Le Jazz Hot?”

“Yes. Le Jazz Hot.”

“Why don’t you just record it?”

“We tried that. Rachel says he knows it’s not authentic and starts crying again as soon as it’s over.”

Blaine puffed a soft laugh against his collar bone. “That kid is too smart for his own good.”

“Mhmm.”

Kurt had nearly drifted off again when Blaine wiggled a little.

“What do you think about us losing more sleep?”

Kurt kept his eyes closed, but scratched lightly at Blaine’s back. “Honey, normally I would be right there with you, but I’m so damn tired. Wake me up thirty minutes early and I’ll blow you in the shower.”

“Well, now I’m a little turned on, thanks. But I meant like… what if we had our own little Brice to make us lose sleep?”

At this, Kurt’s eyes popped open and he looked down at Blaine who was smiling up at him from his chest. “Seriously? You want a baby?”

Blaine laughed with way too much sunshine for whatever beastly hour it was. “Yes I do. We’ve talked about it before. We both have good jobs now and I don’t know… seeing how you take care of Brice just makes me fall more in love with you.” He toyed with the collar of Kurt’s silk pajama shirt. “You are just so good with him, I know you’d be such a good dad to our own. What do you think?” He smiled up at him hopefully.

“I don’t know…”

Blaine’s smile began to fade away.

“What if they sleep even less than Brice?”

Blaine’s sad frown twisted into annoyance and he playfully poked Kurt’s chest. “Don’t scare me like that. Seriously, what do you think?”

“I think you will be a great dad too and I would love to have a baby with you.”

The sunshine was back full force as Blaine crawled up and kissed Kurt’s lips softly and deeply. Kurt caught his face in his hands and held him there. Even when they pulled back, Blaine stayed close to Kurt’s lips. “I’m so excited I don’t know if I can go back to sleep.” Kurt adored how happy he looked and was certain he was going to approach fatherhood with as much love, enthusiasm, and care as he did everything else in his life. Kurt couldn’t wait.

“Well, why don’t you come up with some names you like and I’m going back to sleep.” He shut his eyes again, intent on doing just that.

“Kurt! Stay awake and dream with me!” He bounced the bed a little so that Kurt bounced with it. “Should we name our child after our favorite musical like Rachel? Hmm. I suppose Moulin Rouge isn’t a great name for a baby. Elphaba is too much, isn’t it? I don’t know about Glinda. It’s not a bad name, but is it our baby? There’s always Fiyero. Eh. No. What about—“

“Blaine, dearest, when I said come up with names, I meant in your head,” Kurt mumbled, eyes still closed.

He heard Blaine sigh and felt him burrow into his chest again. He was quiet for approximately thirty seconds before he whined and fiddled with Kurt’s top button. “Kurrrrt. Kissing you and talking about our future and you telling me you’ll give me a blowjob made me kind of horny…”

“Blaine.”

“Ugh. Fine. But don’t think I’m not waking you up like you said.”

Kurt didn’t reply since he fell asleep in the middle of what Blaine was saying. Blaine just grinned fondly at him and closed his own eyes, dreaming about what the close future would hold. He couldn’t wait!

Words used:

Angel

Rain

Linger (lingered)

Glare

Nail

Rang

Realign (Realigned)

[starlitfunkster]

Wanna make Gifts?

Simple, follow the rules and then draw the OC's that I have! You can draw them with my favorite characters if you want…

No NSFW or art meant to harass those in minority groups.

Don't ship the Child OC's with canonically adult characters, because that's gross.

There is no third rule. Have fun!

Sonas: They can all be viewed here! They also may not be up to date.

U.B. Aigul Ari???? Cookie Amelia Starson Neapolitan Cookie Agent Angelika "Angel" Deuces Ann "Arianna" Mellodee Aria the Otter Strawberry Jam Aria (PT) Eclipse Arianna (Osomatsu-san)

DA Sonas: Ann (FNF) (Minus) Shooting Star Annabelle Rose Alia / AllofUs (Not posted yet for suspense) Sylvia / Syrus Bloom (Still not designed yet, folks) Bonbon Brione the Seal (WARNING OLD ART) Citrus Bum Berry the Leprechaun

Cookie Run OCs: I'll only show the ones that are on the DA gallery! There's too many otherwise. Lava Cake Cookie Milk Choco Cookie Mystic Cookie Gumdrop Cookie Ruby Cookie Honeydew Cookie Moonshine Cookie Choco Chip Cookie Konpeito Cookie Gelatin Cookie Diamond Cookie Nightshade Cookie Chai Honey Cookie Cleric Cookie Powder Sugar Cookie Sandstorm Cookie Gouda Cookie Sugarsnap Cookie Cherry Soda Cookie Tangerine Cookie Hypno Cookie Blueberry Cookie Cherry Bonbon Cookie Jelly Imp Cookie Fire Agate Cookie Spider Onyx Cookie Ghost Pepper Cookie Honey Barbecue Cookie Chili Oil Cookie Mewberry Poptart Cookie Yakisoba Cookie Pina Colada Cookie Biscuit Bunny Cookie Sugarheart Cookie Peanutbutter Cookie Orange Creamsicle Cookie Wispy Ramune Cookie Cherry Tiramisu Cookie Blueberry Float Cookie Orange Bonbon Cookie Warabimochi Cookie Honey Cake Cookie Ligonberry Cookie Fizzy Monarche Cookie

OSC OCs and Sonas: Just linking to the gallery because I have so many. Ace o' Spades Bixbite Blooddrop Card Board Bubble Bottle Tulip MePhone 5S+ Crowberry Bamboo Weather Dolly Hydrangea Yogurt Jellybean Kiwi Scarf Honey Bear Pluggy Choco Bar Sketchbook Sweet Heart Will-o-Wisp Cat-Bell Dime Stylus Cakepop Sparkler Shardy Dividy Star Lamp Maki Lemonade Flan Mochi Cakey Gachapon Capsule Lotus Sugar Cookie Log Urn Amethyst Popcorn Mop Organic Milk White Wine Grater Scythe Candle Waterbowl Cup Canned Tuna Pillow Oil Red Velvet Cake Mug Frozen Yogurt Gelato Pineapple Smoothie Jello Wizeria Pyramid Caboodle Starsong TV Sun Moon Clipboard Rocket Sunhat Bowtie Rachel Tanner Bubble Tea Citrusy Melody Torch Fiddle Silver Trophy Harold Mana Pierre Theodore Willow Antennae Bonba Cerissa Caramel / Mal Picoso Charlie / Cherissa Star Bailey Carrot Cake Sarah + Sleipmir Mahou

Newgrounds OCs: Quartz Ice The Dragon Tic-Toc Angi Strum Flora (Starcatcher + Minus) Mizuiro "Skye" Blue

Bomberman OCs: Yureibon Sister Bomber Prose Bomber Creature Bomber Spark Bomber Archer Bomber Lilac Bomber Lily Bomber Seabon Hydro Bomber Adne

Misc. OCs: Divaer Foreet Xoxiph Boxaer Erasi Muggy Citrus C. Acetate Marshmallow Cotton Candy Orange Juice Salmon Doughnut X Starla (+.EXE counterpart) Myra SINNERZ Various HSR OC's (Mandy, Xero, Mr. Wobbles, Armstrong Dasher, Gladseed the Flower, Dhalia Dog, Chick, Prince Foof Cat II, Juno, and King Cobra) Sushi Pack OC's (Ika Ura, Ado Cado, Nori Umi, Ebi Ura, Teri Sauce, Soy Sauce) Sir Adne Maxwell Ink Sugar + Pop Chai Teacup Twisty Parka the Red Panda Lost.FLA Baritone.MP3 Lantern Woman Water Lancer Soleil + Luna Mika the Usamimi Infernoct Spectra Locke The Yasu Sisters Ora Fluke Ingenua Yoddle Rumble Triviatopia OCs (Hana, Marty, Alyx, Michaela, Perditta, and Botch) Zodiacs (Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpius, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, Pisces) Golden.RE Arianna (Southpark Sona) (I only have her Mystical AU set up. I need to make the others that people pay attention to..)

[writtenjewels]

Stranded part 2

Part One

Eric was relieved to find dense forest. Hopefully dense enough that the strange creature with the skull necklace wouldn't see him. He hobbled eagerly through the trees and sat down by a stream. He rolled up his pant leg until he exposed the straps of his prosthetic. Eric took it off and confirmed what he already knew: his residual limb was bleeding.

The combination of the crash and being chased by that creature did this. Eric sighed and shrugged off his pack to get out his supplies. He cleaned the wound and decided to let the limb breathe before wrapping it. As he sat he let his mind wander.

It was hard not to feel guilty about the mess they were in. It was Caelus, his pet project, that sent him and the marines here. And for what? To be shot down and scattered and chased by... He still didn't know how to categorize the creature. It looked human enough but it had horns and fangs. Eric wished he could dismiss it as the figment of a concussed mind but there were the very solid trees around him, the smoking remains of the helicopter he had been chased away from, the dull throb of pain in his residual limb, the strange structure in the distance that Rachel suggested be their meeting spot. All of that, Eric was sure, was real.

What was that Conan Doyle quote? Once one eliminated the impossible, the rest, however improbable, must be true. Eric shook his head and sighed. He always preferred Poirot, anyway.

A shriek pierced through the air and Eric stiffened, his heart kickstarting in his chest. It was that creature again, finally picking up on Eric's trail. He cursed and fumbled for his prosthetic. He wrapped his limb as best he could in a hurry and rolled down his pant leg once it was secure. He was on his feet ready to run when the creature appeared. Eric's eyes darted around looking for the best means of escape.

The creature didn't move any closer. It bared its teeth at him and made a series of clicking noises. Eric was caught off-guard. Maybe he really did hit his head, because the rhythm of those clicks almost sounded purposeful. It reminded Eric of how dolphins communicated. Was this creature intelligent?

“Hello?” he ventured. “Do you understand me?” The creature stared at him for a moment, blinking its glazed eyes. Then it pulled out a curved sword. Well, so much for that. Eric turned and stepped into the stream. It was just deep enough to come to his knees. He waded through and climbed out the other side, glancing over his shoulder to see the creature still hadn't moved.

Eric wasn't going to take chances, though. He started running again.

– – –

Clarice took one look at the sheer cliff and gave an emphatic “no”. When she came along with Eric to see Caelus in action, she was not expecting to be shot down and forced to trek around in the heat. Even in her sleeveless top she was sweating. Still, she had followed after Rachel without complaint. The other woman was clearly the more capable in survival situations. With Rachel in the lead, the two found water quickly and even had some food in the form of berries. Clarice probably would've kept following Rachel without complaint if their path didn't lead them to this cliff.

“What's the matter?” Rachel demanded.

“I can't climb that!” Clarice gestured to the cliff. “Are you kidding me?”

“You'll be fine,” Rachel assured her. “I'll go first and help you up.”

“And what am I supposed to do while you're climbing that thing? You're the only one trained in firearms.” She left the rest unsaid, because they'd both heard the strange shrieking that seemed to be everywhere.

“It's the fastest route to that tower.”

“Rachel, you're not hearing me. I-- can't-- climb-- that. I do okay in a gym but this? This is way beyond me.”

Rachel pursed her lips and sighed. “Okay, fine. You're right. We'll find another way up there.” She popped another berry in her mouth and started walking. “This is King to all call signs,” she said into her radio. “How's everyone doing?” There was only static in response. “Radio check,” Rachel tried again. “This is King to all call signs. Report, over.” Still nothing but static.

“Weird,” Clarice frowned. “Could be that we've separated too much to pick up a signal, or there's some transmitter interference.” She caught Rachel smiling at her. “What?”

“Nothing,” Rachel dismissed. “I don't really get science, but I like hearing people talk about it, I guess.”

“You have a thing for nerds?” Clarice teased her.

“Apparently.”

“The Queen Bitch and the King Nerd,” Clarice mused, chuckling. Rachel's smile flickered before fading. “Sorry,” Clarice winced. “I know you're probably worried about him. He'll be fine.” She reached out, waiting to make sure it was welcomed before putting a hand on Rachel's shoulder and squeezing.

“Thanks, Clarice.” Rachel managed a smile, though it looked forced. “Come on, let's get moving.” And they did, Clarice very glad that no matter what worries were going through Rachel's head, the woman kept her focus and had a gun at the ready.

– – –

Jason was tired and hot and thirsty, and he was pretty sure he passed the same damn rock five times already. His eyebrow twitched when he turned the corner and saw it yet again. Fuck, he was definitely going around in circles. But it didn't make sense! He had pointed himself toward the structure Rachel found and hadn't strayed once.

This place had to be fucking with him somehow. Jason pulled a knife from his stash of weapons and cut his initials on the stone. Just then he heard a shriek in the distance. He was far too familiar with that sound: some bizarre creature in battle armor was running around here. By the sound of its shriek, it was coming his way. Jason lifted his rifle and waited.

The creature appeared with a spear in hand. Before it could take a step, Jason opened fire. Every bullet hit but he might as well have been hitting a brick wall for all this strange being cared. It lifted its spear and threw. Jason instinctively jerked out of the way but still felt the tip graze his shoulder. He retaliated with more gunfire, more out of instinct than anything else. It was only when the clip ran out that Jason finally had to admit he was wasting his time: the armored creature was advancing on him, ignoring the bullets as a human would ignore flies.

Jason did the only thing he could and ran. He ducked and weaved, hoping to confuse his pursuer. Eventually he came to a cave, where he took refuge. He stepped backward so he was hidden in the shadows and waited. The armored creature ran right past his hiding spot; it had retrieved its spear. Jason waited until he couldn't hear its shrieks anymore before emerging. He squeezed where the spear cut him and winced at the pain.

Strange thing was, though, that even if he hadn't moved he wasn't so sure he would've been that badly hurt. Disarmed for sure, but he would've lived. Jason shook away the thought before it could raise any questions in his mind and opened his bag for any medical supplies he might have on him. He found some morphine and strips of cloth he could use to bandage the wound.

Jason remembered then: Joey had the medical kit.

“Well, fuck,” he cursed out loud. He hated doing it, but he used his water rations to clean the wound before dressing it. The last thing he needed was an infection.

There was the sound of footsteps and a sharp intake of breath. Jason glanced up to see an unfamiliar man standing a few paces away. His face was pleasantly rounded, his dark hair in tight curls on his head. He wore some kind of green uniform Jason didn't recognize.

“Who the fuck are you?” Jason demanded. The man continued to stare at him without answering. This stranger seemed wary, tense, though also a little curious. “You from here?” Jason asked, trying for a different tactic. This time the stranger did answer, though Jason didn't understand a word of it.

And yet there was something a little familiar about the words. He thought he remembered Rachel speaking it sometimes. Arabic, he remembered.

“Guess we ain't gonna have much conversation,” Jason sighed. “Still, it's nice to see a pretty face. Human!” he quickly corrected. “A human face!” He must've been more tired than he realized for that to slip out of his mouth. At least this guy couldn't understand him.

The other man's eyebrows went up, his expression going wide in surprise. “You think,” he spoke, his voice low and accented, “that I am pretty?”

This day was the worst.

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@cagedpotential sent in: “ don’t go. stay. “ / rachel for quinn!

It had begun to feel like a mistake asking to even stay one night here after deciding to leave the Hudsons, but Rachel had offered once word had gotten to her the next day at school. Embarrassment wasn't even close to the word Quinn felt as she arrived at the Berrys, Rachel's dads both greeting her with kind smiles and eyes, saying how they had their makeshift guest room set up for her already.

She dealt with the vegan dinner, watching whatever the Berrys wanted on TV, when a commercial for "All About Eve" on Turner Classics caught her attention. Rachel was no different than Eve was, wasn't she? Trying to make herself seem like the good one, that she actually cared about Quinn's well being, when she was the whole reason Finn had even found out the truth.

After excusing herself to the bathroom, the blonde then began to pack up her things again, the sound of footsteps and her name being called carrying up the stairs. "Go away, Yentl," Quinn snapped, furiously folding a cardigan, her back still to the petite powerhouse even as she spoke. "Why? So you can continue to be nice to me and get rid of the guilty conscious you have? That's the only reason you even offered me to stay here tonight, isn't it? You felt bad that Finn found out, which by the way, was because of you," she turned back to Rachel as she went on now, hands resting on her stomach, hot tears in the corners of her hazel eyes, turning them a more green color.

Though in her heart, Quinn knew the only reason Rachel had offered, was because she cared. Genuinely cared. And Quinn hated that.

"I already texted Santana if I can stay there instead, or Puck, I- I can't stay here."