#she and her family that shes created are the only ones that made me feel like i belonged
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Content Warnings: Transphobia, religion, shaming, misgendering, deadnaming, etc etc. Everything you would expect from two people trying to convince a bisexual trans person not to be bisexual and trans.
The context for this is that I had just come out as bisexual on facebook. Not trans/nonbinary. But my aunt and uncle apparently knew I was nonbinary because of my tumblr. I didn't know this at the time, so it was very confusing for them to be talking about trans stuff in regards to my post about being bisexual.
My dad's brother
You are being deceived by the Deceiver; You are being lied to by Satan himself by others who look for dark things in dark places. You are [deadname], created in the image of God, named by your Godly parents. You are created a beautiful female; You are one person, one soul, not they, them or otherwise. There is a man in the bible named Legion who was possessed by demons in Mark chapter 5 that is named so because âwe are manyâ That kind of language is for the demons. The world may tell you its ok to change that, or behave another way. That is not the truth. It is not ok to become something different than what you were created. Itâs not ok to change the natural order of our physical beings. People tend to find what they are looking for. Looking for worldly things in dark worldly places will lead you to find darkness. Looking for good and holy things will lead you to the light. Those who walk in the light will find forgiveness; Those who walk in the darkness will find destruction. There is a way out. There is hope out there for you. But you must turn from the darkness and seek the light. Its not too late. We love you and are praying for you. Please let us help you. Weâve all sinned and fall short of the glory of God. Weâre not perfect people. If I didnât care I would just say nothing.
My dad's sister
âA song weâve sung at church services since I was small goes like this âYou never mentioned Him to me, You helped me not the way to see; You met me day by day and knew I was astray, Yet never mentioned Him to me.â Just the thought of hearing anyone Iâve known in my lifetime saying this on Judgement day gives me the courage to reach out. [deadname] I do not even pretend to know what you are going thru but I do know WHO has the answers. I do know who can give you Peace. Donât you still love the Lord [deadname]? Not even referring just to your recent post, like you were the only niece not interested in any of the family heirloom Bibles. I feel you are turning to the world instead to the Lord. There is only One God. One Creator. 1 Corinthians 8:6 "But we know that there is only one God, the Father, who created everything, and we live for him. And there is only one Lord, Jesus Christ, through whom God made everything and through whom we have been given life.â Please look to the Lord for answers not to the world. Maybe you donât even know where to start - here is a prayer I found: Psalms 25:4-5 âShow me the right path, O LORD; point out the road for me to follow. Lead me by your truth and teach me, for you are the God who saves me. All day long I put my hope in you.��� What better way can we start each day than with this prayer. Also a song I love that keeps me centered every day is âMy only hope is you Jesusâ âfrom early in the morning til late at night my only hope is youâ We all have to spend time in prayer to the Father and time in His inspired Word to know our Father and to learn to love Him and to learn to follow Him. Please [deadname] look to the Lord - please donât turn from the Only One who has the answer the Only One who can save us.â
What always has struck me as funny about my aunt's message is her mention of the heirloom bibles. When my grandpa died, they started going through all the stuff at his house and giving it out to the family. There was a whole bunch of old ratty bibles that she was offering to nieces. And like... even if I was religious, why would I care about a bunch of bibles I'd never even seen before?
Anyways, feel free to roast these people. I think it's safe to say they aren't stalking this tumblr blog since no one knows about it (except my mom... my mom could find it if she wanted lol). But it is funny to think of my conservative aunt angrily scrolling through pages of werewolf porn.
It's just so ridiculous to me that she spent so much time stalking my old tumblr account. I reblogged things way more than I talked and I don't think she would have the technical know-how to filter my blog to just my original posts. So she HAD to have been scrolling through pages of reblogged fan art and social justice and DnD stuff to find the few posts I wrote myself. And she did this over the course of AT LEAST a year. Why would you even do that to yourself? Why spend so much time reading through a blog full of content that was upsetting to you? Like... why?
To me, that act speaks to malice. It was worth doing because she wanted things to use against me. She wanted evidence that I was "sinning."
She and my uncle don't care about me, they just wanted to feel good about themselves for reaching out to someone who they viewed as lesser than them.
Donât wanna add it to a post that was meant to be a good story but I canât get over the fact that my uncle said I had a âbeautiful female bodyâ when trying to talk me out of being trans. đŹ
Like. I donât think this uncle is a creep or anything but maybe donât say that about your brotherâs child?
Anyways yeah my dadâs sister and brother stalked my tumblr for years despite my activism there (not this blog) clearly upsetting them. We didnât know why at the time but they were very cold to me and my family while my grandpa was dying and now I think itâs because of my blog.
My aunt apparently emailed my dad a few times regarding the content of my blog, potentially outing me to my conservative family while I was reliant on them to live.
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I find it weird how ppl will say for reasons that systems are fake is that multiple alters talk similar or have similar interests. Have u ever met siblings. They talk similar and have similar interests because they've spent years together ya dork, as systems start to get along more they're gonna start sharing more interests and speech patterns just like you with people you spend a lot of time with lol. Also they all share a life, they have to be able to act like each other to get by and seem "normal."
#this isnt directed ive just noticed that me and willow steal each others interests a lot and its making me think abt all the ppl ive seen#using that reasoning in fake claiming. me and her dont really talk similar but i can imagine that happening with systems who#talk to each other or mask as each other more.#idk. its to our best interest to share skills and interests. if only one person likes/knows writing then we have a problem when we need to#write and they're not present. if only one person likes/knows guitar we're in big trouble in guitar class if they're not present.#and we NEED to get along to operate so its good for us to have things to bond over! we used to argue a lot and it was fucking annoying and#made life hard. i couldnt take care of the body and willow was depressed and it made the brain miserable and it sucked#so the more we can get along the better and i think having things in common is good for that!#like i said we dont really talk the same and for us that works just fine but for some systems that could create communication barriers.#idk. i just think ppl should think a little more about why alters might become similar over time. me and my cohost r literally like family#system#osdd#did#multiple#plural#edit: actually maybe i do pick up speech from her. she says 'my friend' a lot and sometimes im tempted to say it cus its nice#but i feel like it sounds weirder coming from me đ
#OH AND LOVELY. she uses the word lovely so much ive just picked it up. its such a good adjective#idk why usually you expect the host to be the one whos language people copy but i feel like i pick up things from willow more than she does#from me.
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Moving away from my family and then coming back for my nephew's wedding is so painful because now that I've been gone for a year I really do feel like an outsider. All my life I've felt like that in my family, I'm adopted and have always felt like a burden. My mom blood wise is technically my aunt and they were the only ones who could take me in. When they got me both parents were going through a midlife crisis so my sister and her husband had to take care of me and they are very toxic abusive people. Let me put it this way when they took care of me I was angry and mean little child and when my mom took over I became a sweet little crybaby because I wasn't getting beat up all the time.
All my life I've been neglected and just pushed off to people. My bio parents for the first 6 months they had me never picked me up or did nothing with me and I was half dead and filthy when my adopted parents got me. So you see why they had to take me in. I know they have love for me in there own toxic way but let me put it this way.
There wasn't a table for me at the wedding
#wedding#toxic family#adopted#personal#i sat down at a table cause there was no seating and got screamed at by the brides grandma that that table was for the sick#aka the old lady in the wheelchair#and yeah i ended up sitting on the deck bench where you cant see anyone really#crying and panicking cause a stranger yelled at me#and i realized there wasnt a table for me they were all full#the only one there for me was my other sister who is also hated by the family and her family shes also cadt aside with no table#she and her family that shes created are the only ones that made me feel like i belonged#that i wasnt an outsider
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There's smth rly fun abt having stories based off of dreams because you just have a bunch of dream based worldbuilding that you just sorta have to work with now. Like oh a ring of infinite dragons run through the earth eternally consuming eachother? Guess I have to explain that now. Also that's sick as hell why didn't I think of that while awake
#rat rambles#oc posting#that damn dream story has captivated me deeply every since Ive had it even if I havent rly done much with it#I have been brainstorming some stuff relating the worldbuilding today tho#mostly what the actual deals of two main characters are#aka grim and the unnamed doggy#because Ive taken stabs at explaining them a couple times but have never rly landed on anything I rly care for#and theyre like The reason this dream stuck with me so hard so that is important#long story short theyre both god created beings that have been in a eternal brawl for what for them has been about 5 years for them#externally its been much much longer since anytime one of them successfully defeats the other they both go dormant for abt 50 years#they dont feel any of that bonus time tho so for them theyve been at this for ages with little to no break#grim usually wins since she was specifically trained to be the victor of the two everytime#but she isnt guaranteed a win by any means and has lost at least once#she likes to not think abt those times tho and pretend they never happened because if she acknowledged them then shed have to think through#the implications of that and she does not have the emotional or mental stability to be able to handle that#shes like. 16 to be clear.#the dog is about 21 or so Id say? Im still figuring things out so idk for sure yet#the basic premise of the story is that after so long of fighting they've both been gradually getting weaker and more exhausted each time#and after one iteration where they were both fighting high in the sky the two in the next iteration find themselves fallen very far apart#grim spends the story trying to find the dog and accidentally getting adopted along the way#and the dog ends up allowing some children to take them home so they can hide and recover and they end up getting attached#it's mostly just abt the two learning to exist as individuals and not weapons and finally beginning to process the trauma this whole cycle#has left them with and eventually breaking the cycle and chosing to stay with their respective new families#this was all stuff that was actually like in the dream which is why it stuck with me so hard but also that dream was mean to me for#dropping all of that and only giving one character a name. god.#tbf its kind of made up for by it being in like the coolest scene in the dream since it was grim naming herself that while talking to the#dog at the end since she had been referred to as a grim reaper or as just a reaper in the dream before that point so it was like a moment#of defiance and also claiming an identity for herself that wasnt just her title#shes a silly billy she also has a scythe that can shoot lasers
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god i love james wans movies, theyre so bad but so good
#like some of them are bad at being horror but good at being drama and im here for it#i have mixed feelings about the warrens irl but them in the movies đđ i need a husband like that#i hate them they made me attracted to patrick wilson and thats not okay#but fuck by the third movie lorraine knowing him so well she keeps his heart medication in her locketđđđ#because he goes running without thought to save her even when she doesnt need saving#even when she CAN handle it herslef she never needs to push through the worry or fear#because he just always instantly there#but as for the annabelle movies i still think the real doll is creepier than the dead silence leftover prop BUT he or someone on his team#knows not only horror but ghosts#and its impressive to me all the things they split between annabelle and the nun/valak that are legitimate haunting experiences#its the room turning darker the longer you look into it amd the horned things smile#and the yellow eyes that they onlt gave to the nun#because i honestly believe that showing it in its true form with all of these traits would give it power#and like...release it#anyway the two movies i wanted to watch arent up for streaming ans im too lazy to get my laptop out for it#cause im actually maybe gonna play a game on it duh#but fuck i do think james wan doesnt pull punches with jumpscares while also creating compelling characters#especially if those characters are fully damned from the beginning#idk maybe i feel this way because of my paranormal experiences but i genuinely do like jumpscare horror when its done well#becayse his is#and also he know how just Bad malignant was and he did it anywayđ#annabell creation was the best by far tho horrorwise#plotwise i do love the conjuring 2 even though they werent involved with the enfield haunting#after their initial interview they werw told to fuck off by the family ans morris rosse was the main investigator#but valak was sexy and it was such a lovely portrayal of their relationship#tbh annabelle is good but it just makes me a little sad because she nearly loses her baby#that stuff kinda gets to me not as horror but as like a personal thing#ill still watch it tho im not a baby i can deal with that shit but just i know i probably cant have kids and wouldnt survive if i tried so#anyway james wan haters get fucked his movies are good when hes the one directing them
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sometimes being a teacher is nice
#there's this neurodivergent kid in my class#who created a lot of chaos and he really made life harder for the other kids at times#and i was as worried about them excluding him as i was abt him hurting himself and others#so a looooot of talking with the dad and trying to work it out#and today i told one of the moms in passing how everyone was getting along pretty well now#and she told me she talked to her child a lot too#abt how some kids have a harder time making friends#and that she needed to take initiave#and not miss the opportunity of making friends even with people who were a bit different#and man...when parents are kind you can truly tell by how the kids turn out#this was a semester long process#but today they organised a paper airplane station on the court#just playing together and teaching each other how to improve the airplanes#such a regular scene but like#i know thos was only possible bc the parents never made a fuss#everyone just doubled down on being understanding and kind#and their joy in playing together brings me such joy#lovely kids#and lovely families#feeling love on this thursday
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outage ŕź joel miller one shot (18+)
-> pairing: no-outbreak joel miller au x female curvy reader
-> word count: 4.3k
-> summary: after a citywide power outage, you're left to deal with the scorching texas heat. until, the well-respected neighborhood dilf â joel miller â lends you a more than generous hand.
-> warnings/tags: sarah is 10/11 so joel had her a bit older, power outage, texas heat, yes this is a warning because its not a joke, reader has a cat!!!, age gap (reader is 24, joel is late 40s), curvy/mid/plus size reader, brief fatphobia, reader has self-image/parent issues + is a lonely gal, fluff, SMUT (18+), unprotected piv, creampie, oral + fingering (f!recieving), squirting, body worship, brief ass play, daddy kink, big ole tits, spanking, spit kink, praise kink, a bit of belly bulge, cockwarming, pet names galore (darlin, sweetheart, baby, _ girl), joel has a huge dick (not canon!)
-> a/n: hi hi! i have been so anxious to begin writing again and currently have some wips that i am just not confident with. so when i saw the lovely @hellishjoel post her #hotdilfsummerchallenge, i was positive i wanted to join in! such a pleasure to be involved in this â thank you kylee for creating such a fun way for this community to get involved! as a curvier woman, i wanted reader to reflect that. because... joel miller is a handsy mf and loves to just grab himself some wide hips, thick thighs and phat tits <3 but ofc, this is can be for various body types. please please please, leave your thoughts and even constructive criticism! <3 DILF NEIGHBOR JOEL, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS!!!!
Youâve got to be fucking kidding me.Â
You release a groan of annoyance as the visual of your TV, coffee table lamp and humming of the refrigerator all flicker off into silence. The frills on your throw-blanket settle, as the ceiling fan no longer produces the small gusts of wind that have caused you to be rather chilly on this hot, humid and rainy summer night.Â
When you made the courageous decision of moving across the country for a new teaching opportunity in Austin â you were never informed on the true brutality summertime unleashed onto Texas residents. More-so, you really had nothing to do but be caged up in the comfortable AC of your home. Youâve been here for roughly 14 months and the only "friends" youâve made have been the 28 fourth graders you had the pleasure of teaching last school year. Tragic.Â
Your coworkers, did not handle your arrival pleasantly. Young, beautiful, freshly-educated and determined. Thatâs what your grandmother referred to you as when you called her sobbing after your first week. Informing her that the seasoned teachers wonât even bat an eye at you, and when they do itâs a look of disgust. Whispering amongst one another. Like you were in middle school again, trying to befriend the popular girls.Â
âI was foolish to think things could be different for me down here, so stupid of me.â
âNow listen to me, you are the most intelligent woman I know. More than anyone in this family. Bullies like that, it stems from an unknown jealousy and overbearing insecurity. Donât let a few sour grapes ruin this outstanding career for you. Your students adore you already, and so do I. Just continue to be yourself and if that isnât enough for them, so be it.â
Your grandmother always knew how to make you feel better. She had been instilling your own sense of confidence since you were a little girl. The only adult in your life to do so. If only her words were enough. Your coworkers just never let up. After overhearing them gossip about you during lunch break, you gave up your attempts indefinitely.Â
âShe really thinks she deserves a place here?â
âLook at her back rolls in that shirtâŚâ
âShe really needs to put that sandwich down.â
âWhy is she so quiet? Itâs freaky, honestly. No wonder sheâs always alone.â
Youâre not a stranger to being alone. You practically have been your entire life. Your parents never really bothered to form a genuine relationship with you, always so focused on your younger sister. She was the prettier, thinner, more impressive version of you. You have only had one best friend throughout your long 24 years on this earth. She was smarter than you and moved away from the timid small town you shared in Northern Maine, choosing an out-of-state university. So, being alone was a familiarity. You have made peace with it. But being lonely â thatâs a whole other ball-park.Â
The booming thwack of thunder startles you from your thoughts. Your sweet calico boy leaps from your warm lap and scurries under the dining table â tail puffed in fear. âMilo... itâs okay,â you whisper. He just gleams at you with his jet-black saucer eyes. Even you donât believe your own words. You are not used to storms like this, and you didnât really prepare. You read some articles online about stocking up: having plently of batteries, candles, non-perishable foods. Yet, you didnât do any of that.Â
Rubbing away the moisture from your damp upper lip â the heat inside your home already becoming unbearable. Deciding on a whim, you can head to a nearby hotel for the night. Unsure how long you will be without power and donât wish to succumb yourself or your cat to the searing temperatures of the night.Â
The rain has slowed down, as you feel the soft patter on your umbrella. Throwing your purse and water bottle in the front seat, you begin to dread unpacking all this stuff when you get to the hotel. Bags, cat litter, cage â scrutinizing yourself mentally and deciding you better fucking prepare for the next storm.Â
âWhere ya headinâ sweetheart?â
Your heart jumps at the deep smooth Southern voice that fills your thoughts at night. When your hands would find their way in between your quivering legs. Throughout the day. Pretty much all the time.
Joel Miller is the only person in this town that has ever filled the lonely void you can never seem to fill. When you moved to the quiet suburban street, he was the first to come greet you as you struggled to pull your mattress out of the U-Haul. Immediately lending a hand, and proceeding to lug all of your remaining boxes, furniture, miscellaneous items into your new home.Â
âPretty lady like you, shouldnât have to lift a single finger.â He remarked when you you blushed and assured him you could handle the rest, not wanting to be a burden. Even though the sweat dripping down your back was apparent and 5 minutes prior you had no idea how youâd be able to unpack the remainder of the truck. He then assured you â there was no way in hell you were being a burden. Words that were a rarity.Â
Later that afternoon, he invited you for dinner at his home. You met his lovely daughter, Sarah. Where everyone learned that you were her new school teacher. What were the odds?Â
Following that, seeing Joel was frequent. From parent-teacher conferences, backyard barbecues for the neighborhood, or even small intimate dinners with Sarah at each others homes. Sarah would even spend the night at yours on occasion. When Joel had a late night at the construction site, or when she just needed some girl time. You adored that little girl, and vice versa.Â
You also adored the fuck out of Joel.Â
So when you looked up at his porch, finding him in nothing but a pair of plaid pajama pants.. your throat went dry. His tanned skin gleamed softly from the street light â little speckled freckles adorned his waist in various spots. And that darkish grey hair on his chest and fat of his lower tummy that flowed underneath his pants. Your brain fuzzy at the thought of your face pressed against it as you swallow his cock.Â
But you were not a fool. Joel would never express an attraction towards you. A man like that? He deserved the perfect woman.Â
âDarlinâ?â He speaks again, a bit louder. Disturbing your wandering thoughts.Â
âI- I was gonna head to a hotel for the night, my house is too hot already. And I donât want Milo to be uncomfortable.âÂ
Joelâs eyes wander down your body as you explain â the plush jiggle of your tits in that small tank. Nearly spilling out. Slightly damp from the rain or humidity. The chub of your tummy spills slightly from your leggings. A sight that makes his cock swell unbearingly. An act that occurs more often than not when he sees you or even thinks of you for the countless minutes of his day.Â
âNo way. Not gonna let ya drive in this weather. Plus, most hotels nearby are gonna be overbooked. I got the generator up nâ working, got the spare room too. Your stayinâ over.âÂ
âNo! No, Joel. I canât.â
��Nâ why not?â His hands have found his way to his hips, popping a knee out and giving you that classic dad glare. Not angry, but confused as to why youâre even protesting when heâs already decided.Â
âI donât want to intrude and I have Milo. You and Sarah are allergic.â
âSarah left yesterday to stay with her mom in California for the rest of the summer. Besides, Milo loves me. I can handle a runny nose as long as I know the two of ya are safe.âÂ
To this, your stomach nearly flips inward on itself. Youâve never been alone with Joel in his home. Not for this long. The few times youâve come over to help him with dinner before Sarah got home from soccer practice, have always been excruciating. Staring at him without worry. Watching his muscles flex through his t-shirts. Big hands chopping vegetables and plating food. His hand lightly touching your waist when scooting by.Â
Thereâs no possible way you can survive a night in Joelâs home.Â
But, heâs already grabbing his umbrella and walking over to you. He grabs your stuff from the car and tells you to go grab Milo. So, you do.
Joel slips on a t-shirt after he put your stuff in the spare room, disappointedly enough. You nearly told him to keep it off, but held your tongue. You made yourself comfortable at the island barstool as you typed up some early lesson plans, Milo at your feet.Â
He patters over to Joel who is now leaning against the counter, brushing against his leg. He then leaps onto the granite and purrs against Joelâs arm.Â
âPsst! Milo get do-â you beg, embarrassment coloring your cheeks.Â
âSâ okay, sweetheart. Heâs not botherinâ me,â Joel attempts to settle your nerves. Petting Miloâs soft fur and scratching under his chin, that special spot all cats love. âCan I get you anythinâ to drink?â He nods towards the coffee heâs brewing.Â
âCoffee would be nice, thank you.â You beam at him. Joelâs heart skips a beat every time your cheeks puff up ever so slightly when you smile at him. Itâs something he swears is the most endearing thing about you. Of course, heâs only ever shared that with his daughter. Who begs her father to just take her favorite teacher on a date already.Â
Joel grabs some sugar and oat milk from the fridge, your favorite. He learned from the few breakfasts you guys had shared. A bit of sugar and a nice gulp of milk softens the dark roast color in the mug, he slides it over to you as he grabs his plain black coffee.Â
âYou remembered!â You giggle slightly at the Number 1 Dad title that adorns the mug, taking a sip. You moan at the taste, exactly how you like it.Â
âOf course I did, darlinâ.â You almost hate how easily those pet names roll of his tongue. You summed it up as his southern hospitality, figured he calls any woman those special names. âSo, you ready for this new school year?â
An icky feeling settles in your stomach. The thought of returning to the painful and toxic work environment you can only escape when youâre with your students.
âNot without my Sarah girl,â you swiftly change the subject towards the one person he can talk hours about.
He smiles proudly at her name.Â
âYa know, she still all mad that you wouldnât flunk her so she could have another year with ya.â Both your laughs quickly fill the empty house.Â
âWell, even if I tried to, that girl is too smart for her own good. She should skip a grade in my opinion.â You state, and youâre truthful at that. Sarah Miller is as intelligent as she is quick-witted.Â
âYeah, she gets it from me.â At that you roll your eyes playfully. Typing something up before closing your computer and taking another sip of coffee. âAlthough I love boastinâ over her, I guess I meant are you excited to go back? They treat ya good there?âÂ
Joel watches the color drain from your soft skin. Realizing he touched somewhere that might be too personal. Too raw. âMâ sorry sweetheart, shouldnât have asked.â
âNo- no uh, youâre fine. Um, honestly? No. Iâm not excited. The staff there arenât exactly the kindest bunch.â You confess, slight unease crawling over you.Â
Joelâs eyes scrunch in confusion. Mind blank on how the kindest soul he knows, could be surrounded by complete opposite. âWhatcha mean?â
You sigh letting the anxiousness settle a bit before speaking again, âthey hate me. I donât even know why, really? I have tried my hardest to get them to accept me but nothing seems to work. Whether itâs jabs at my appearance, teaching style, theyâre never satisfied.â Your eyes are burning slightly, havenât confessed this burden you constantly carry to anyone. âIf it wasnât for your daughter and my class, and⌠you.. well, I think I wouldnât have made it through. I try to be strong, I try to be everything that people expect from me but itâs just so hard, Joel.â At that, the fat tears begin to stream down your face.
Joel was frozen in shock. Or maybe anger. Protectiveness. He wanted to hurt the people who made you feel like this. The least deserving of any pain. He sets his mug down and snatches you in his embrace. Holding your head with his hand, stroking your back with the other. He lets you sob almost uncontrollably into his firm chest.Â
âI just hate being so alone.â You whisper, clutching onto him. You canât even be embarrassed anymore, youâre so overthrown by his scent, his comfort. Comfort youâve not felt in so so long.Â
Joel kisses your temple softly, "promise you're not alone, sweet girl." He nudges your head to look up at his own sorrowful expression. His thumb running over your full lips, a bit swollen from your teeth biting down on them in an attempt to muffle your sobs. "So beautiful." He murmurs as he leans down to place a kiss on your left cheek, his lips skim over yours before he places another on your right.
Joel just barely hears the whimper from the back of your throat when that feather light skim happened. He leans back half an inch, staring into your glossy eyes. "Tell me not to, and I'll let you go upstairs and get some rest. Tell me, sweetheart."
It feels like a whole minute passes by. The soft patter of the rain, the smell of coffee beans from each others breath, the same slow breathing that overwhelms the little space between you both.
Desperation.
Your fingers tighten on his shirt, "don't let me go upstairs, Joel."
Joel smashes his mouth into yours, his guttural groan flying into your soft whimpers. The softness Joel expressed a moment ago is long gone. This kiss is messy, teeth-clanking, tongue inside your mouth. Like he wants to devour you from the outside in. He releases your lip with a pop.
He threads his thick fingers through the base of your hair and yanks it back gently, tongue on your neck. Biting the skin there. "You're so soft, baby. Just need me to mark ya up, is that right?"
You nod as hard as you can despite his harsh grip on your locks.
"I need you to use your words, sweet girl. Let me know what you're thinkin'."
"Everything you do is okay. I want more. I need it all. Please."
"Oh baby, cm'ere," he wraps your lavish thighs around his waist and hoists you into his arms. Easily. Like you're just the most delicate thing he's ever held.
As he walks to his bedroom, you smile into his neck. Arms wrapped over his shoulders, hand rubbing ever so softly at his greying curls. You bite at the skin under his ear and he gives your ass a huge squeeze. Groaning at how his big hands barely hold all the meat there. He couldn't wait to touch and gnaw at this body he loved.
At the foot of his bed, he taps your leg as if telling you to get down. You stand in front of his massive overbearing figure, staring up at him lustfully. You grab the bottom of your compression tank top and pull it over your head, revealing your unsupported chest. Your heavy tits fall a bit.
"My god," Joel falls to his knees in front of you, face nearly level with your pebbled nipples. Both his hands grab a fistful of each, rolling them in his palm. Your sweet noises fill the room and he swears he might've just came in his pajama pants right there. He takes his teeth and bite at the fat above your leggings, licking and sucking at a sensitive part of you. Literally and figuratively.
Joel abandons your chest to yank your leggings and panties down in one move, coming face-to-face with your prickly oozing pussy. He can't restrain himself much longer, spinning you around he pushes you down into his mattress.
He spreads your ass open with both hands, the chub of your lips open ever so slightly as the slick between them strings together.
"Perfect cunt." That's when you feel the chill of liquid spat right onto your puckered hole, dripping down to your clit. He leans in, tongue catching the tangy mixture of your slick and his saliva, right on your throbbing clit.
You screech into the sheets, so turned on from his actions. As he licks up to dip his tongue into your hole, one hand that's holding you open sneaks up your back, to your neck and yanks your head up.
"Nu-uh, let me hear you, baby girl." He demands as he pauses to throw his shirt off as fast as possible â not wanting to leave your cunt for too long without the warmth of his mouth.
He sloppily makes out with your cunt as it clenches and unclenches under his tongue, his beard prickling at your skin. Like he wants your scent all over him for as long as possible.
"Ohh daddy, more more," you whisper hazily, hand reaching back to grab his head desperate to have him as deep as possible.
Joel stops as he processes your choice of title. "What was that, darlin'?"
You freeze at his serious tone. Just now realizing what you've called the man. "Oh my god, I'm s-" Joel grabs your wrist and pins it against your lower back â thick middle and ring finger hooking into you with no warning. Your wetness aiding in the rapid slide of them.
He spits on your puckered hole again and abandons your wrist to land a harsh smack against your ass.
"Only dirty girls say that word, baby. Are you daddy's dirty girl?" He edges you on as he spanks you again on the opposite side. Hard. Unsparing. A side of Joel you've never seen. And oh, does it make you feel that coil tightening within you.
"Mmmm yes yes 'm your dirty girl, daddy!" You groan loudly, eyes swelling with fresh tears. But not tears of pain from earlier, pleasure.
Joel's fingers fuck into you harder, thumb now rubbing at your clit as he leans forward to prod his tongue at your asshole. "Cum for me, my nasty sweet girl. Drench my face. Let me taste you even more." He halts his fingers knuckle deep, hooked inside your cunt as he presses into that spot on repeat. Like he's stroking it out of you.
That's all it takes for you to silently scream as you squirt all over his lower beard covered face and your thick inner thighs, that nearly squish his head from how hard you're coming. Joel just keeps himself situated, never letting up. Allowing you to completely let go and rut back into him, telling him you need more.
"Thaaat's it, my good fuckin' girl.â He praises as he kisses your cunt and ass, he leans over your face capturing your lips in a kiss so messy and depraved. âOpen that mouth.â Spitting roughly onto your tongue with a groan as you taste your sweetness that he knows he will forever be addicted to. No chance of recovery.
He ruts his thick bulge into your ass as you whine needly.
"Really want you to fuck my face, now." You beg, hand reaching down to grope him through his loose pjs.
"Mmmmm," he murmurs as his hips keep rutting into you. "Tonight is about you, baby. M' gonna stuff your tight cunt so fuckin' deep you'll feel it in your throat, don't worry." And with that promise, he releases himself, throbbing cock slapping against his lower tummy. You flip onto your back just to see it and your eyes widen at the sight before you.
You always knew it was huge just from perception, but god. It's thicker than your wrist, and looks like it would prod into your cervix. Painful even. Joel senses the worry on your face as he pushes your legs back against your chest. Admiring the way your stomach folds into itself, soft roll after roll. And the thickness of your inner thighs lays heavy. He just wants to get down and feast on you again but he might die if he doesn't feel you wrapped around him.
"You're in charge here, sweetheart. Understood?" He explains as he rubs his fat cock head up and down your swollen slit â notching on your opening with every downward stroke.
You nod slowly, peeking down at the monster between your legs once more. He squeezes your ankle, subtly reminding you to vocalize.
"Yes daddy, I understand."
"Good." And with that, he pushes into your fluttering hole. Your eyes roll back immediately, head thumping onto the soft duvet. He pushes in deeper, barely halfway in and he sees your feet and eyes scrunch a bit. It almost feels like he could rip you apart. Maybe it's because you haven't been fucked in a hot minute â or maybe it's just that Joel is so fucking hung. More than any guy you've slept with.
âDeep breath for me, sweetheart.â He soothes you, as soon as he sees your chest fall â he slams the rest of the way in. Hips flush with the back of your thighs. Cock fully sheathed in your warm soaked cunt. Heavy brimming balls pressed against your little puckered hole. âYou feel so damn good. Dripping for me.â Joelâs eyes close at the feeling of you hugging him so tight. He suddenly forgets the feeling of any other woman heâs pleased. Utterly devoted to you from here on out.
When he pulls out all the way to his fat tip â it notches on your opening. Like he has to put in that extra effort to fully remove himself from you. But he doesnât, and starts fucking into you fully. Never half way, never pulling completely out.. but always making sure he reaches the end of you.
âDa- daddy oh, harder please.â You plead, squeezing his forearm at the overwhelming feel of him nudging your cervix with every thrust.
That confirmation of pleasure is all Joel needs to push your legs back even more â ankles by your head â and began a brutal relentless pace. Grabbing a fistful of your jiggling tit and messy hair, he pulls your head up so you can watch how he ruins you for anyone else.
âYa see that, see how swollen your gettinâ already?â Joel questions as he holds your head perfectly to observe the slight lifted pudge on your tummy. Paired with the way his coarse hair rubs against your swelled clit â itâs a drool worthy sight.
âCusâ your so big, Joel.â You sigh, eyes fluttering from the primal force heâs using on your body.
A smug grin flicks across his face at the view. Mind consumed by the most perfect woman. Eyebrows turning inward, the little lines between them deepening as you try to comprehend all the emotions in this moment. Removing his hand from your head, he finds your clit and swipes it upward. Over and over. Leaning down, he sucks as much of your breast into his mouth as humanely possible. Tongue flicking the pebbled area, coercing your orgasm from you. âCum with me, baby.â His muffled command shoots straight to your filled core.
As he feels you spasm around his thickness, he stills balls deep. âThere it is, babyâŚâ Spilling his cum inside your warmth. Plugging you, keeping you full of him. Joel relaxes his body against yours, finding your mouth to kiss you gently. Sweaty foreheads against one another. Joel goes to push off of you, his comforting body heat about to be ripped away.
"No! Wanna feel you longer, please."
Your protest makes Joel's heart surge. "Of course, sweet girl." Wrapping his large arms around you, he flips you both so that your soft plush body lays above him. The new angle makes his spent cock nudge a bit deeper, you both moan at the faint squelch of his cum overflowing your cunt. "You're so perfect," he mutters.
Smiling into his full chest, you leave a swift kiss. "So are you. Thank you for this. For.. everything."
Joel's hands finds your back as he begins gentle strokes onto your supple skin, his head resting atop your own. "Thank you, darlin'. I want you to understand something, you might just be the finest thing that ever happened to Sarah and I. Y'know, she didn't really want to see her mom. Never had the best relationship with her. She just wanted to spend the remainder of the summer havin' ya over everyday to swim and all. That girl admires you more than anyone."
Eyes foggy, you shift to gaze up at him. "And what does her father think?"
Joel pauses briefly, rich brown orbs beaming into yours. "Think she's damn right. She didn't want me to tell you this, but she left so I could have some alone time with you â take ya out. Scolded me sayin' by the time she's back, we better be together." He laughs at the thought, you join him. Picturing that 4'9 ball of fire lecturing her father on the rules of dating.
"So, you're asking me out Miller?" You question with a heavy hopeful heart.
"Should've done it forever ago, darlin'." He confesses, placing a delicate kiss on your temple.
And with that, you place your head back onto the warm chest of the man you've craved your entire life. Realizing, ever since that day where he first greeted you with that sultry gentleman voice â you were never truly alone.
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ââ smarty. ( pjs ) đŞˇ
ŕš Jay has had enough of your brattiness for today, thereâs only so much he can take.. so he may as well teach you a little lesson, right?
pair: bf!jay ă
gf!reader | warnings: smut, angst (??), small age gap (jay is 5 years older), d/s dynamics, bratty!reader, slight ddlg themes, spanking, p.ssy slapping, oral (f. rec), edging, crying, daddy kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, reader is implied to be a curvy/thick girly but anyone can read tbh ! | words: 1.7k
⌠. ăâş ă . ⌠. ăâş ă . âŚ
âwhatâd i tell you about saying things like that?â
âi donât care, itâs true !â you snarled, if it hadnât been made clear how aggravated you were, it sure as hell was now.
you and jay spent the weekend with his parents at a resort somewhere in jeju. everything was going fine at first, that was until an unexpected guest invited themselves to join your little âfamily tripâ. her name was hanna ? halie ? you donât know and you didnât care. what fogged your mind for the rest of the trip was how she clung up onto jay like the smoke to dry ice.
what agitated you even more about her was her need to call you out asking you a million questions about your clothing and how sheâs so shocked that jay settled down with someone like you. all of her backhanded compliments would rub you the wrong way and she just gave you weird vibes. itâs as if you werenât âpretty enoughâ to date him; according to her at least. donât get it twisted, jay definitely shut all of that down. he wouldnât let any woman pin you as anything less than you were. a fucking goddess.
âwhyâre you acting like this? whatâd i even do?â he paused. âwhat haneul does has nothing to do with me.â he continued, eyes focused on the road. heâs become fed up with your constant nagging. maybe itâs just his level of maturity that makes him unable to see it, but he doesnât understand why you worry so much, it was as if every âi love you the mostâ âyouâre my favoriteâ âitâs only youâsâ didnât matter. he felt like his words held no weight whatsoever.
ânothing to do with you ? hah, youâre the one who let her bombard our vacation. might i add family vacation.â you sterned, shifting your body closer to the door of the vehicle, looking out the window.
âwhat did you expect me to do y/n? sheâs been a family friend for years now, i canât just tell her to fuck off and go somewhere else. sheâd go crying to my mom about how mean i was to her and thatâs just extra drama that i donât need right now..â he exhaled heavily, glancing at your avoidant figure. when he got no reply from you he left it be, turning up the music to avoid the awkward atmosphere the both of you created.
ŕš ŕš ŕš
âbabe, can you pass me my frames ?â jay dared to ask even though youâd been ignoring him since the incident from earlier.
ây/n.â âplease ?â watching as you hadnât budged even a bit he grew upset. it was already bad enough for him that you were acting like he didnât even exist, which was fine. though, he wouldnât just take your constant disrespect.
so he got rid of what seemed to be your main source of attention. your phone.
âwhat the fuck, jay !â you reached at him. âgive me my phone !â
âjay !â he mocked, his voice altering to sound high pitched like yours. âdonât you see that iâm trying put things back together? why do you have to act like such a child.â he was disappointed in you. you were a fully legal adult, yet your actions said differently.
âstrip.â jay broke the silence you let fill the room. you were hesitant, and confused, but at least you were actually looking at him now. âyou heard me, now.â his brow raised as his mouth slipped a scoff.
were you just gonna let him boss you around ? definitely not. were you feeling intimidated ? yes. but your pride stood stronger than the trouble youâd get into. you breathe heavily finding your way to the door of your bedroom for your dramatic escape; until you felt a tug at your arm and then the softness of your mattress, cosigned with the weight of your built boyfriend.
âi guess i have to do everything myself today, huh ?â jay sounded calm but you knew otherwise, and youâd be lying if you said you didnât let this play out just to see this side of him. âcause you did. hell, you felt your wetness dripping past the wall of your ass, the sticky sensation sending your body chills.
the jingle of his belt caught your attention, but before you could even glance at him, your face was meshed with the comforter of your shared bed. you shriek.
âjayâ !â
âoh now you wanna talk ? huh, funny.â his hand sent goosebumps throughout your body as he runs his palm over your clothed ass. âitâs a shame you donât listen. now your pretty tails gonna be all red.â he pinched the fabric of your skirt flicking it upwards onto your lower back.
â âm sorry..â you uttered feeling him tug at your underwear.
now, jay was ignoring you. all you felt was him adjusting your waist, so that your ass sat in the air.
ââm really sorry..jaââ you pause, shrieking at the leather that came in contact with your silky skin. if you could describe the feel of it, itâs like a slow burn, a slow burning that spread like wildfire everytime he unleashed the branded weapon on you.
discipline is a topic your parents took lightly. yeah, they disciplined you, but it was never a âbend over my kneeâ type of discipline. more like, every morning you wake up âsit in that cornerâ type of discipline. jay never went soft on you when it came down to it. he wanted to make sure you never do whatever youâre in trouble for again.
âcrying ? whatâre you crying for,â jay never pushed aside your emotions, he had to hear you out or his guilt would eat him alive. hearing you sniffle shot a sort of worry in him.
âlisten, you put yourself in this situationââ he paused throwing his belt. âyou already know what happens when you wanna act like a brat.â he palmed your cunt. he wasnât going to baby you this time, thatâs all he ever did. maybe this was partially his fault too..
subconsciously, you felt yourself grinding on his hand. you were needy, you always were after a punishment, even if he didnât know. but now, you were on display. there was no way he wouldnât find out.
âyouâre such a fucking slut,â his thumb caressing your entrance, pushing your sweetness through your dewy folds. âalready so wet for daddy, hm?â his thumb slid through your sticky walls in a in and out motion. your slick caking his finger everytime he pulled it from inside you.
âplease..â was a constant that came from your mouth. you didnât know what you were pleading for. more ? less ? what was it ? you only knew that he made you feel so good. the look of him drenched you. you wanted him to slut you out. ruin you.
âplease ? please what?â he couldnât help but snort at you. the mere thought that you can get what you want with just a pleaseâ scratch that. the thought that you think you can get whatever you want after testing his patience, made him laugh. âplease.. forgive me ?â
âi dunno..mâ you slurred, you were estatic. just his thumb, making you feel so dumb. it made you feel small, like you were nothing but a tiny spectacle of dust.
âyou dunno..? wanâ me to help you find out ?â you were flipped onto your back before you knew it. once you saw the shift in his eyes change, you knew what he was prone to do. the thought itself making you spread your legs wide open.
you even made the mistake of trying to rub yourself. that quickly got disposed.
âyou lost your damn mind ?â his hand reached down to slap your weeping pussy.
âbaby, i canât wait.. please!â you whined watching as he kneeled down, face between your begging thighs, hands cupping each pretty chunk of flesh.
âbut you can.â âmatter of fact, you will.â he blew onto your core. the cold sensation bringing your hips to a jolt. his eyes scanned your smaller figure watching every expression that played out on your face, then down to your breasts. âlift up your shirt, let me see your beautiful body, baby.â
earning yourself a âgood little girl.â when you comply.
ŕš ŕš ŕš
you hadnât gotten a break since he started his mouth on you. drinking in your first orgasm, then the second. seems like you were now on your third.
âfuck.. jay.â you groaned your hips aching to move in his grasp. youâd try not to breakdown whenever his nose came in touch with your throbbing clit.
âyou done ? talk to me baby.â he growled against your heat. his warm breath made you thirsty. he was eating you like it was his last supper. ripping you to absolute shreds.
âiâm gonna come, daddy..â your legs were shaking, your voice was whiney, and you needed an exhale. once he started sucking on your clit your back arched. at him, the feel, and the thought of him, making you feel.
âyeah, you gonna come for me ?â
âyeah.. wanâ come for you..â you spoke through labored breaths. once your moaning got louder, he stopped. heâd love to make you come, third times a charm. but he wasnât going to. he basically lured you in just to trick you.
âjayy !â âit was right there, i was about to cum !â you childishly whined at the begging sensation between your legs. the quivering feeling making you force your legs closed to suppress the throbbing feel. you felt his hungry stare on you. you knew he wanted you. itâs when you realized this wasnât an after punishment treat. he was edging you. right after overstimulating you. how cruel..
âaww, look at you ! my pretty girl..â he pouted at you, your sad, twitching state. you were groaning for more as he watched you. pitying you. how could you have thought it was over? after a mere spanking ? silly.
âi guess you really thought huh.â he cackled. âooh ! should we order room service.. iâm kinda hungry. you ?â he got up to go and search for the phone.
maybe you did deserve this. shouldnât be acting so damn bratty all the time, even if itâs in your nature to piss him off. now look at you. eyes all watery, and a mess between your legs.
oh well, not his problem.
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Sweet as a Berry
Pairing: Farmer!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Summary: You go to the local market to buy berries and meet the man of your dreams.
Word Count: Over 3.5k
Warnings: Fluff, meet-cute, flirting, tension, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)
A/N: Welcome to my Bountiful Harvest AU ( or Farmer Fall as discussed with @thezombieprostitute and @witchywithwhiskey ) and our intro to farmer!Bucky. Thanks to @yenzys-lucky-charm and @targaryenvampireslayer for letting me babble about this man. â¤ď¸ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Your weekly trip to the farmers market was one you looked forward to. A place for merchants to come together to offer an abundance of products, there was always something to browse or discover. Today you only had one thing on your list: berries for your pies. Frozen fruit did the job, but you preferred to bake your pies with fresh fruit. Buying from the market was also a way to support local farmers. Maybe one day you'd even bag a handsome farmer for yourself. It was a silly fantasy, of course, but your mind liked to wander some days.
Not that there was anything wrong with city men, but they couldn't compare to a man working on a farm. There was just something about a guy who knew how to work with nature and provide, wasn't intimidated by hard work or afraid to get his hands dirty, and had a strong body and character due to his work ethic. You liked to think youâd make a good wife and take care of him the way heâd take care of you. You also liked to imagine a handsome man walking inside after a long day and stripping down and wanting dessert before a hearty meal. And by dessert, you meant you.
For now, you were only a farmerâs wife in your dreams and journal.
The gravel crunched under your tires as you turned down the road, the market coming into focus. You made good time and managed to snag a decent parking space. A little bit of walking wouldnât hurt. Plus the day was nice enough that you wore one of your sundresses, the soft breeze pleasant against your skin once you got out of your car.
Lively chatter greeted you as you got closer to the stalls and booths and expertly weaved your way through the bustling crowd. The various produce and flowers created a kaleidoscope of colors, brightened more by the brilliant rays coming from the sun. The earthy fragrance that blended with the sweet and ripe aromas was one you only encountered here. There was nothing else quite like it.
Quick movement in front of you made you come to a stop, your heart jumping. Had you not been paying attention you would've collided with a little boy. âMama, there's Dada! Heâs getting honey!â He shouted as he ran past and threw his arms around a manâs legs.
âWalk, please, and watch where you're going!â His mother said after him, a both fond and exasperated look on her face as she gave you a tired smile. âIâm so sorry about that.â
âNo apologies,â you smiled. He hadn't done anything wrong. âI wish I had that energy.â
âSame. Iâd bottle and sell it,â she said over her shoulder.
Watching as the woman went to her son and husband, both of them looking at her like the sun rose today because of her, you felt a twinge of sadness. Your trips to the market were solo, always had been. You longed to have a partner to go with, someone to put his arm around you or hold your hand as you picked out items together. Even better if the two of you could make a family down the line.
With a wistful smile, you shook yourself from those thoughts. There was no reason to feel sorry for yourself. Just because you didn't have that in the present didn't mean it wouldn't happen in the future. You had to have faith that the right one would come along at the right time.
For now, you would find some berries and be on your way.
Walking a bit further, you spotted a booth you hadn't seen in your previous visits. The sign that read âBarnesâs Berriesâ complete with hand painted fruit pieces piqued your curiosity as you stopped in front of it. As the customers in front of you paid for their bundles and blocked the view of the person assisting them, you took a minute to admire the range of berries reflecting a spectrum from blues to reds. Your mouth watered from the sight. There were so many things you could do with these. Pies, jams, cakes-
A deep, husky voice asked, âIs there anything I can help you with?â
You made some sort of sound as you turned around, your heart pounding in your chest. The man in front of you was tall with thick thighs that deliciously filled out his jeans. The rolled up plaid shirt exposed part of his arms. The left was covered in tattoos and the ink couldn't hide the muscles or veins. If anything, it accentuated his strength. His chest and shoulders seemed to go on for miles, too. The chestnut hair that fell below his chin and stubble on his face gave the already handsome man a rugged look.
Sapphire eyes crinkled when you made eye contact and he smiled so softly that you couldn't help but smile in return. A man of his size and stature working a berry stand when he looked like he could easily chop wood or build his own home was otherworldly. He didn't just step out of your fantasy. He took your thoughts and made them better than you could've imagined.
âIs there anything I can help you with?â He asked again a bit hesitantly when you didnât answer his question. âIf you're still looking, please, take your time.â
âYouâre real, right?â You asked, your face heating up as the words left your mouth. A giggle followed because you couldnât believe you just said that. âWhat I meant to say is, yeah. Just looking for now,â you added to save face, smoothing out your dress for no reason.
Amusement filled his eyes, the soft smile still tugging at his lips. âI sure hope Iâm real and not just a figment of your imagination.â
You wished you could reach out and touch him to âproveâ he was real, but didnât want to weird him out. âNot a figment of my imagination,â you said, but that wasnât totally true. You very much imagined a man like him when you were alone at night. âBut I donât think Iâve seen you here before.â It wasn't like you knew every single vendor, but you would've remembered him.
He sure as hell had a face worth remembering.
âIâm Bucky,â he introduced, offering you his hand. His grip was gentler than you expected, but there was no mistaking the roughness in his touch. The man worked with his hands and it showed. âThis is actually my first week here.â
You said your name, proud that you remembered it with the way he was staring so intently at you. He stood a bit close, too. Close enough that you could smell his woodsy cologne. Subtle, yet enticing. âI hope everyone has been welcoming.â
âMost have been very friendly, which has made my job easy,â he said. You could imagine with his looks and friendly demeanor despite his size that heâd have a lot of repeat customers. âA couple of my friends recently started selling here, too, so itâs good to have some familiar faces close by.â
âThatâs really nice. Iâm sure they're glad you're close by, too,â you smiled. You wondered who his friends were. âDid you have to travel far to get here?â
âYeah, theyâre good guys,â he smiled back, your heart racing when he ran a hand through his hair. âNot too far since my farm is only a few miles away, which also makes things easier. Makes me wonder why I didn't do this sooner.â
You nearly swooned. Your dream man was becoming dreamier by the second. âYou have a farm not too far from here?â
It wouldâve been easy to assume he did since he had a stand here, but not everyone who worked the market had their own land. It was also easy to assume he wasn't married since you didn't see a ring on his left hand or any sort of tan line or indentation to indicate that he removed a ring. A man like that though probably had a partner. It wasn't worth getting your hopes up.
âYeah. I have a few acres. Beautiful place. but if Iâm being honest it gets a bit lonely since itâs just me out there with no one to share it with.â He scratched the back of his neck with a small chuckle and avoided your gaze. âI don't know why I said that. Thatâs kind of embarrassing.â
Your stomach did a funny flip. Not just because he pretty much let it slip that he wasn't with anyone when you assumed moments ago that he was, but from the urge to comfort him taking over. You wished you could wrap him in a hug.
âWell, I don't have a farm, but I understand feeling lonely some days,â you admitted. Being vulnerable with a complete stranger wasn't how you expected your day to go, but you wanted him to know he wasn't alone in that feeling. âAnd itâs not embarrassing,â you assured him. If anything, it was endearing.
He slowly met your gaze. âI appreciate that.â He rubbed the back of his neck again as your heart began to race. âI hope you donât mind me saying so, but I find it hard to believe that someone as sweet and beautiful as you gets lonely.â
The compliment left you momentarily dazed before a shy smile graced your face. You could've said the same thing about him. Maybe the instant connection you felt wasnât so one-sided. âWell, I do. Even coming here, Iâm usually by my lonesomeâ you said, the words not at all bitter. Just honest. âAnd do you call all potential customers sweet and beautiful?â
âNo, I donât.â He continued to gaze at you before he cleared his throat. âBut you said potential customer. If I made you uncomfortableâŚâ
âYou didnât.â It was gentlemanly that he wanted to make sure that his comment didnât put you off. âThereâs a stand a little further down that I sometimes stop at, though your berries are extremely tempting.â
Buckyâs brows pinched before he snapped his fingers. âJed, right? Heâs actually not here this week. Had an accident recently. Broke his leg.â
You gasped. âOh, my god. Thatâs awful.â Jed was a kind, older farmer who had been there for as long as you could remember. A hard worker who didnât deserve any kind of pain. âI hope he heals quickly.â
Bucky nodded solemnly. âSo, do I,â he said, clearing his throat. âIâm no Jed, but is there anything I can do to get your business today?â
The hopeful look in his blue eyes had you smiling slightly. âWell, I-â
âWait. Let me try to guess what youâre specifically looking for before you tell me.â He waited until you nodded. âClearly berries, but not for anything like a fruit salad or an everyday snack,â He rubbed his chin thoughtfully and you tried not to giggle when he grinned triumphantly. âPies. You want berries to make pies. Blueberries, right? Maybe blackberries, too. And if I had to pick a third, raspberries.â
Your mouth fell open. Was he a mind reader? âYeah, thatâs exactly it. Blueberries, blackberries, and raspberries. I have this triple berry pie recipe that I love and I make the crust from scratch andâŚâ You bit your lip to keep from rambling. He didnât need to hear all that. âSorry. I just like to bake.â
âNo apologies.â His light touch to your arm surprised you as he met your gaze. âYou sound very passionate about it and I like that.â
You found yourself nodding, unable to tear your gaze away. It took everything within you to not blurt out how gorgeous he was. And on top of that, he was kind? Maybe he wasnât real. âI am passionate about it. And not just pies. Other treats, too,â you said, nodding to the strawberries. âThose would be perfect for mini shortcakes or scones.â
He studied you with an appreciative smirk. The sundress was a good choice. âI have no doubt your treats are delicious and you are making me very hungry,â he said, your heart thudding. The smirk disappeared as quickly as it appeared when he gestured to his stand. âAnd I think theyâll be tastier with my berries.â
You blinked, stuck on the fact that he called your treats delicious. It wasnât a big deal. It wasnât like he called you delicious and he hadnât tasted anything of yours, though youâd find a way to bake something and deliver it to him personally if he asked. âYou sound very confident, Bucky.â
He puffed his chest out. âI take a lot of pride in all my crops. Tell you what,â he said, stepping away from you to grab a sample cup. âWhy donât you try some and see how you like them? If they aren't the best berries youâve ever tasted, Iâll shut my stand down and let you on your way.â
âYouâll really shut your stand down? Thatâs a big wager,â you smiled, his fingers touching yours as he handed the cup over. It heated you up all over again. âThe look of them alone is amazing,â you said, the vibrant berries beckoning for you to have a bite.
âTaste amazing, too, but Iâll let you be the judge of that.â
Bucky shot you a dazzling smile as you tried the blueberry first since that was the berry you were most interested in purchasing today. You didnât care if it was mortifying, you outright moaned at the flavor when you bit down on the small and plump piece of fruit. Not overly sweet or acidic as the juice coated your tongue. It was the perfect balance. So much that you licked your lips and craved another.
Your eyes honed in on the rise and fall of Buckyâs chest before your gaze flickered to his face. His eyes were darker and you realized after a moment that he was staring at your mouth. A look like that couldâve made you choke on your breath, but it somehow gave you a burst of confidence. Testing the waters, you tried the blackberry next and made a show of licking your lips again at the sweet and succulent taste. The groan he let out shot a burst of heat between your legs.
God, he looked like he was ready to eat you whole.
âDelicious,â you said in a sultry voice you didn't recognize.
âYou, umâŚâ He brought a hand up and brushed his thumb along the corner of your mouth. You quivered when he showed you the drop of juice that you missed. Without breaking eye contact, he licked the drop away. It was a look that melted your insides when he said in a gruff tone, âYou're right. Delicious.â
âExcuse me?â A woman spoke, making you jump back a bit from Bucky and pulling you both out of the moment. She might as well have dumped a bucket of cold water over your head. âIâd like to buy these.â
Your heart continued to race when you saw disappointment flash in his eyes. âGo ahead,â you smiled. He was there to do a job after all, not chat and flirt with you. âIâm not going anywhere.â
Bucky turned his head toward the customer. âOf course, maâam,â he smiled, still glancing back at you momentarily as if was afraid youâd walk away if he didnât keep an eye on you.
Biting your lip, you held in a giggle as you tossed the sample cup into the small wastebasket. You swore you felt him gazing at you as you gathered up the bundles. Maybe you didnât need to bend so far over to get the last bundle, but was it wrong that you wanted him to look? It wasnât every day that you had a kind, handsome farmer flirting with you. It would have you walking on cloud nine for the rest of the day.
Turning toward the table to pay, you gasped when you nearly collided with Bucky. He managed to grab your arms to keep you from falling and you somehow didnât drop a single bundle as he stared into your eyes. âYou know, I think youâre even sweeter than my berries,â he spoke in a low voice, swiftly taking everything from your hands and lining them in a box before your brain could process what he said. âThis everything then?â
âYeah.â You blinked and got your money out to pay. âThanks. And keep the change.â
He shook his head when he saw the amount you gave him. âOh, I couldnât do that.â
âPlease. I insist,â you smiled. He took a lot of pride in his work and any extra change could go toward that.
âIâll keep it on two conditions,â he said, nodding to the box. âOne, you let me be a gentleman and help you carry that to your car, that way youâre not stuck carrying it around.â
You nodded, butterflies in your stomach. âOkay, if you insist on being a gentleman.â He was nice enough that he wanted to step away from his stand and carry something for you. He really kept getting better and better. âAnd the second condition?â You asked with a coy smile. Maybe if you were lucky enough heâd ask for your number.
He reached behind him and presented you with another sample cup. âOne more for the road? Please?â
You stamped down your disappointment that he didnât ask for your number, which was more than okay. âHow can I say no to that?â You popped the berries into your mouth without hesitation. They tasted ever sweeter than the first sample you had and you watched his eyes go to your neck as you swallowed. âThanks. You really do have a gift,â you added to distract you from his heated gaze.
He looked humbled by the compliment. âI really do appreciate that,â he said, glancing over your shoulder to nod at someone. âSteve! You mind watching the stand until I get back? Iâm gonna help her carry these to her car.â
You turned just in time to see a gorgeous blonde just as large as Bucky jog over from the stand across the way. âThatâs nice of you, jerk. Real gentlemanly,â he smiled, giving you a small nod. âMaâam.â
âPunk,â Bucky mumbled, but the affection was evident.
Another giggle worked its way out. Where did these men suddenly come from? Was there something in the water you didnât know about? âYou donât need to call me maâam, but thank you. And youâre right.â Your eyes went back to Bucky. âHe is a gentleman.â
âAnd this is my cue to get you away from my friend before he says otherwise,â Bucky teased, steering you away with one hand while he balanced your fruit in the other.
âI donât think Iâve seen him here either.â
âThat was one of the friends I was talking about earlier. Has a farm, too, but his real passion is art,â he explained, his arm brushing against yours as he walked close. âHe actually helped make my sign since Iâm hopeless with that stuff.â
âThatâs really nice,â you said, falling into a comfortable silence with him as you both maneuvered your way through the crowd. Once you got to the parking area, you pointed out your vehicle. âIâm just over there.â
Buckyâs gaze flickered over to you as you got your keys out. âIâm really glad you stopped at my stand today.â
Your heart fluttered when you caught the sun shining along his hair. âIâm glad I did, too,â you said softly, unlocking the car so he could set everything inside. Thank God it was clean. That wouldâve been embarrassing. âBut I should let you get back to work.â
He shifted on his feet, like he wasnât quite ready to go. âYeah, I should go.â He stepped forward and took a breath. âBut I donât think I can go back before I ask you to go on a date with me.â
You blinked. This wasnât a drill. Bucky was asking you out. His tone was so gentle, his gaze so compelling. He was mesmerizing. He couldâve asked you to do anything and you likely wouldâve done so without question.
âYou want to take me out on a date?â You questioned, your mind screaming that your response was the wrong answer. This wasnât a fantasy. It was really happening.
With an unsure chuckle, Bucky brushed a hand through his hair. âToo forward?â He smiled a little. âIâm sorry. I just thought that weâŚâ
Your heart reacted to his uncertainty. It took a lot for anyone to put themselves out there and you wanted him to know it was worth the risk. âNot too forward at all, Bucky,â you smiled and placed your hand on his left arm, happy when he smiled back. âI'd love to go out with you.â
He took your hand in his when you went to pull your hand back. âIâm really glad you said yes,â he whispered.
âMe, too,â you sighed at his warm touch. It was the beginning of something special. You could tell. âSo, when would you like to go on that date?â
And that is our intro! Now here is where it gets interesting: This story will go down two paths, one light and one dark. Be on the lookout for the continuation and choose your path (or choose both đ). Love and thanks for reading! â¤ď¸
Masterlist â Bucky Barnes Masterlist â Ko-Fi
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Her Special Girl
Stepmom!Wanda x Reader
After being away at college for three years, you finally come home for the holidays. And no one is more excited to see you than your stepmom.
CW: Stepmom/Stepdaughter, MOMMY ISSUES, slight daddy issues, mommy kink, cheating, breastfeeding, fingering (R receiving), mentions of strap usage, flashbacks, mentions of past: suicidal thoughts, loss of virginity, ghosting
Word Count: ~5k
A/N: I think if I keep this up, theyâre going to revoke my degree in psychology and bury me for defending psychosexual development.
A/N: I could be talked into making a part 2 for this. And by talked into I mean approximately 1 person needs to ask. I had way too much fun with this.
Part 1 of Her Special Girl
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She knew something was wrong when you had called her to pick you from your momâs house a week early. You werenât supposed to be coming home till Christmas Eve, but here you were, curled up in her passenger seat only three days after being home for Christmas break.Â
Wanda wasnât supposed to be the one picking you up. You originally called your father, but he was, unsurprisingly, unavailable. Apparently he was off playing ânot the worldâs worst stepdadâ with Wandaâs boys for the week. Probably some bonding time enforced by Wanda. He was never terribly keen on spending time with his family. Plus it got the miserable old man out of her hair for a few days. Merry Christmas to Wanda. Â
âMomâs house was that bad, huh?â she asked. You simply nodded in response. She made a sympathetic noise and rubbed the back of your head. âIâm sorry sweetheart. Weâll talk about it when we get home?âÂ
You nodded again, thankful she wasnât going to fill the car with awkward small talk. You reached for the radio, turning up the quiet christmas music. You rested your head against your knees, absently humming the familiar music to soothe yourself. You didnât notice the way Wandaâs heart absolutely melted everytime she got a glance at you. As much as it broke her heart that youâd had a bad experience at your motherâs house, she was glad to have you home for Christmas.Â
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Wanda and your father had married when you were around 16. In the first years, you werenât close. In fact, you had hated Wanda at first. The kindness and gentleness she offered you was so alien and unfamiliar. Everytime she did you a favor without being asked, or made a move to give you physical reassurance, you felt like your inside would turn to mush. By that point, you were old enough to decide when you wanted to go to your dadâs house, and it felt easier to avoid her entirely than confront the gnawing feeling in your chest that arose whenever you interacted with her. So you spent those years at your momâs house.
But as time passed, something shifted.Â
In what was supposed to be your last semester of high school, it became pretty clear you were not going to pass. Your life, the one you had planned for at least, fell into a tailspin. You watched all of your friends move on without you. Both of your parents were extremely disappointed with you and seemed to give up on you in favor of the new families theyâd created. All of your hopes and dreams of finally escaping to college were put on hold. You had completely lost all direction.Â
And one night in late July, when there was no school to look forward to in August and no hope of starting a life of your own without a high school diploma, you hit rock bottom. You were lying down in the shower at your dadâs house and you found yourself unable to get up. You couldnât move. You couldnât do it anymore. And just when you thought your body would decay into the blue tile, you heard a knock at the door.
âHoney? Are you okay in there?âÂ
It was Wanda. You wanted to yell that you were fine and you'd be out in a minute, but you couldnât get the words out of your mouth. So you didnât respond.Â
You heard the sound of a key pressing into the lock, and the hesitant steps of your stepmother making her way into the bathroom. âHoney?â she called again. She gasped when she found your limp body in the shower. She threw the glass door open, turned off the shower that had long since gone cold, and wrapped you up in a towel. You were too far gone to be embarrassed that your stepmother was seeing you naked at 18 years old. All you could do was throw your arms around her and sob and babble apologies.Â
âOh! My sweet girl. How long have you been in here? I just woke up to use the restroom and I heard the water still running. You poor thing, have you been in here all night? Youâre freezing. Your poor lips are purple! Come on, let's get you warmed up.â
With impressive strength, she was able to pick you up and carry you to bed. She threw all of your softest blankets around you cocooning you with warmth on all sides. Then she sat on the bed next to you, wiping the cold wet hair from your forehead.Â
And for once, you were too weak to push her away. Too weak to fight the magnetic draw you had always had towards the woman. You needed her more than anything in the world. You wanted to be surrounded by her. You craved an impossible closeness with her. The hole in your heart had grown so big it nearly devoured you, and she was here to patch it up and kiss it all better.
So you melted into her touch, inching your body closer to where she sat on the bed until you were wrapped around her. You almost expected her to inquire as to where this was coming from, the sudden closeness after avoiding her for so long. You thought maybe she would even reprimand you for your childish behavior, or call you weird for acting like this with her. But she didnât. âAww my sweet girl. Youâll be alright. Iâm not going anywhere. Mamaâs here.â
And she didnât call you weird when you tugged on her nightshirt, silently asking her to lay down with you. She simply crawled under the covers, kissed your head, and pulled your still naked body into her arms. âYou poor thing, you're still freezing. Itâs okay, mama will keep warm.â
And she didnât reprimand you when you decided there was still too much separation, so you pulled her nightshirt up over her head, leaving her bare in bed with you. âMmm, youâre right this will get you all nice and warmed up. You're a very smart girl.â
âI love you, mama.â
âI love you too, sweet girl.â
She tangled her body into yours, enveloping you in the warmest embrace. Her skin was so incredibly soft against your, pressed into every inch of your body. You could feel the way her heart overflowed with contented joy with you between her arms.Â
And nothing was ever the same after that. In the span of twenty minutes with her, youâd gone from believing you could die on the shower floor and no one would care, to feeling like the single most important thing in her entire world. You were hers.Â
And you were hers when she gave you your first kiss over an episode of âLegend of Korra.â Youâd been so over eager, itâd felt like you were trying to eat her face, but she didnât make fun of you. She just calmly pulled back, giving you all the instructions you needed to make your second kiss perfect.Â
And you were hers when she took your virginity while your father was away on a business trip. She had laid you out on the bed, kissing slow trails down your stomach while you gasped and shuttered at every new sensation. That first night, she treated you like you were made of the finest glass, beautiful and delicate.Â
And you were hers when she cried into your arms, begging you not to go so far away for college. With her help, youâd finally gotten a high school diploma. You had the funding from your father to go anywhere you wanted. She wanted to want you to go, she really did. She wanted to want whatever was best for you, but she wasnât ready to let go of you yet.Â
But when you packed your bags and left anyway, you couldnât be hers any longer. There were no phone calls, no texts, no apologies or explanations for why you left. You were simply gone like youâd never existed in the first place. Â
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âSo,â she asked, helping you carry in your luggage and dropping it in the foyer, âdo you wanna talk about what happened with your mother?â She knew you and your mother had never gotten along. She was honestly more wondering why you even decided to go home in the first place. You had spent Christmases with your friends since youâd left for college, but this year you had inexplicably decided to come home.Â
You shrugged. âSame as always, I guess. Thereâs never been a group of people Iâm so palpably unimportant to. She and my stepdad have a family of their own, ya know? And Iâm just⌠not part of it. Every time Iâm there I feel like a ghost haunting a happy family.â Tears welled up in your eyes, falling down your cheeks.Â
âOh, honey,â Wanda sighed, cupping your cheek with her hand. You only cried harder at the gesture. It was so kind. So gentle. So familiar. You fought your every instinct to not throw yourself against, clinging to her like a petulant child. You wanted to be close to her again. Â
The look in her eyes made you feel like you were going to explode. She was listening to you, like actually listening to you. You couldnât help but pour your heart out to her. âI donât even know why I tried to come home this year. I just had this idea that I was gonna come home after being gone for so long and she was going to have magically changed. I just had this, like⌠fantasy that sheâd wrap her arms around me and apologize for not being there for me, say that all this time away has made her realize that she canât live without me, tell me how Iâm her most special little girl and sheâll do anything to make it right.â
You turned away from her, suddenly very embarrassed of all the things youâd just confessed. âIt was stupid. Whatever. Itâs never been like that and itâs never going to be like that. Iâm fucking 22, I wasnât going to be mommyâs little princess anyway.â You felt the urge to run away. You couldnât bear to look at your stepmotherâs face any longer. You made a quick break for the stairs, but Wanda caught your wrist.
âHoney, wait!â she said, pulling you back around to face her. Your head spun and your skin tingled when she touched you. âYou know you're still my special girl, right?âÂ
âOf course, but you have your boys and theyâre your whole world. And thatâs a good thing! Theyâre really lucky to have you, I justâŚâ You trailed off, unsure of what to say next.Â
âYou just?â she asked after you didnât speak for a minute.Â
Another torrent of tears stung your eyes. âI canât be your special girl. Iâm not even really yours.â
Wanda tilted her head in confusion. âWhat do you mean by that, honey?â
âIâm not your baby,â you said, choked up by your failed attempt to not let your tears fall. You ducked your head, avoiding her gaze at all cost.
She took a step towards you. âHey,â she started, reaching for your chin to make you look at her. âIâve missed you, you know? While youâve been gone.â
âYou did?â you asked in almost a whisper.Â
âI did,â she reassured. âI thought about you all the time. I never let your father get rid of your bedroom, even though he wanted to move his office there. And thereâs still a chair at the end of the dining table for you. And in the winter time I always buy that peppermint creamer for my coffee because it was always your favorite.â
Your resolve finally crumbled and you threw yourself around her, clinging to her desperately. âI missed you too, mama. I wanted to come home to see you, but I didnât think youâd ever wanna see me again. After I⌠I thought youâd hate me forever!â you were sobbing in her arms, head tucked under her chin as her long nails scratched your scalp, just how you like.Â
âShh, baby itâs okay. I could never hate you. Youâre home now. Mamaâs got you,â she cooed. âLetâs get you a nice warm bath, get you all cleaned up, and then we can watch a movie in my room. Does that sound good?â
You nodded, reluctantly removing yourself from her. She reached out for your hand and smiled when you grabbed her arm with both hands, clinging to her awkwardly as you made your way up the steps. She led you to the master bathroom that had a fancy corner tub. She ran the water, checking the temperature to make sure the water was just right.Â
âAlright pretty girl, arms up,â she said, lifting the hem of your shirt over your head. She neatly folded your shirt and placed it on the counter. She turned around to find you with your arms bashfully crossed over your chest. She took your hand. âNone of that, sweet girl. Itâs just you and mama, you donât need to cover yourself.â
ââs cold,â you mumbled, goosebumps rising across your chest.
âI know,â she said, bending down to unbutton your pants and push them down around your ankles. You wrapped your arms around her neck, using her for balance as you kicked out of your pants. âWeâre gonna have you all warmed up in just a second, sweetheart.â
As soon as you were naked, you scrambled over to the warm tub. Steam was rising from the waterâs surface where it met the cool air. You hissed as your cold feet met the water. Wanda giggled at your eagerness, folding your pants and underwear and placing them on top of your shirt. âCareful, pretty girl,â she chuckled.Â
You sank into the tub, slowly allowing your body to adjust to the temperature. You sighed in contentment, resting your head back against the ledge of the tub. You rolled your head to the side to face Wanda, who had stripped off her jeans, leaving her in a long gray sweater that barely covered her ass. Your eyes glimmered at the sight of the beautiful woman. âWill you get in with me?â you asked. âPlease?â
âNot tonight, honey,â she said, sitting down on the ledge of the tub behind your head. She stuck her feet into the water on either side of you, leaving your head between her bare thighs. âMamaâs already had her bath. Now keep your head tilted back for me. I donât wanna get any soap in your eyes.â Any protests you had were quickly cut short when you felt long fingers massaging your favorite coconut shampoo in your hair. Wanda worked cautiously, careful not to get any soap in your eyes. She somehow managed to keep your face almost entirely dry throughout the entire process.Â
You nearly started to cry when she started applying soap to your body with a soft washcloth. It had been so long since someone had touched you so gently. You could feel how much she cared for you as she softly scrubbed the day's grime from your body. Each caress left trails of goosebumps rising on your soapy skin. You felt like you might melt into the bathwater.Â
âAlright little love, kneel up nice and straight for me so I can get you all clean,â she calmly commanded. You hesitantly got up on your knees and turned to face her, reluctant to pull your body from the warmth of the water. Now that you were looking up at her, you felt suddenly exposed again. It was much easier to be naked in front of her with your back turned.Â
You took in a sharp inhale when the washcloth landed between your legs. âMamaâŚâ you whined, looking up at her with worried eyes. Her touch felt so good you couldnât help but buck against the cloth while a knot still coiled in the pit of your stomach. You had the fleeing thought that you should tell her to stop and that this was wrong. But as she continued her ministrations, your head seemed to empty itself of any such thoughts. All you could focus on was the growing sensation between your legs.Â
âAww, sweet girl,â Wanda cooed. âItâs okay that you like it when you like it when mama touches you like this honey. You don't have to be embarrassed, angel.â She made slow, teasing circles around your clit through the thick cloth. You grabbed her arm, keeping her in place until she finally had had enough of the teasing and gently freed herself of your grip.Â
âMama,â you whined again as she continued to wash down the curve of your ass and the inside of your thighs. You werenât sure why, exactly, you found yourself chanting her name, but it seemed to be the only word you could find.Â
She smiled. âYouâre okay, angel. Mama got you. I love you so very much, sweetheart. Iâm gonna take care of you, just like I used to. Thereâs no need to be embarrassed or guilty or scared. Youâre still your mamaâs special girl, okay?â She leaned down to kiss your forehead. You closed your eyes and allowed her complete control over your body. âWeâre all finished, detka. You can sit back down now.â She guided you back down into the water, turning you back around and resting your head against her inner thigh. She gently started to dry your hair as you settled back into the water. You found yourself wrapping your arms around her calf, clutching at her like she might fly away.
âMama?âÂ
âYes, little love?â
âDo you think thereâs something wrong with me?â
âHow do you mean, angel?â Her voice was laced with concern. You werenât exactly sure how to respond, so you nuzzled your face into her thigh in embarrassment. âHey little love.â She bent down so she could see your face. âItâs okay. You can tell mama. You donât have to be embarrassed.â
You shifted around uncomfortably, unsure of how to phrase what you wanted to say. âI need you really badly mama,â you said, barely above a whisper. âI know Iâm too old, but I wanna be your special little girl forever.âÂ
âOh honey,â she soothed, âyouâre never too old to be my special little girl. Even if you wanted me to take care of you forever, Iâd love every second of it.â She laid back against the wall, closing her eyes and allowing herself to fantasize about what it would be like to have you back. Forever, this time. A faint smile painted her face at the thought. âDonât ever let anyone tell you youâre too old to need your mama. They might not understand it like you do, but you are a very very special girl and your mama loves you very very much.â
You nodded against her, shyly tucking your face back into her thigh. You sat like that for a minute, letting her fingers scratch your damp scalp while you smiled in contentment.Â
But you could only rest naked between her bare legs for so long before the little pings of arousal took over. You turned around to face her, this time straddling a single one of her legs between two of your own. You sat back on your feet, resting your head on her knee.Â
âMama, please. I need to feel you again,â you sighed. You desperately craved the feeling of closeness youâd once shared. The feeling that you and her were the only two people in the world, and that you were as important to her as she was to you, and that was the only thing that mattered.Â
You wanted her inside of you, touching all the parts of you no one else got to see. You yearned for the way she made you feel like the most precious thing in the universe, chasing your pleasure like it was her own. She felt good when you felt good.Â
Conversely, you wanted to be inside of her, pushing into her like a puzzle piece that had always meant to fit together. You felt like you could rewrite time, finally inside your mama like you were supposed to be all along.Â
She reached down beside the tub and pulled up a fluffy pink towel. She stretched it out with her arms, welcoming you into a soft embrace. She took such care in drying off every part of you, down to your calves that still stayed in the water.Â
You sat in between her legs, her arms wrapped around your bare body. She pulled you close to her, your back flush against her chest. Then she wrapped her legs around yours, effectively pinning them open against the wall of the tub.Â
You pulled at the sleeves of her sweater, desperate to get closer to her. There was still too much fabric between the two of your bodies.Â
She shushed you pleas with gentle hands. âNot right now, detka. Let mama show you how much sheâs missed you, okay? Then we can cuddle up all naked under the soft blankets on the bed just how we like to. Does that sound okay?â
You let out a displeased whine. You were extremely impatient. It had been years since youâd had her so close. But as she stroked your hair with one hand and your clit with the other, you found yourself more amenable to suggestions. âP-promise?â
âI promise, sweetheart,â she reassured.Â
She kept her pace just steady enough that talking, and thinking for that matter, became difficult. âA-and we stay like that all-all night?â
âAll night, angel.â
You finally nodded in agreement, relaxing against her. You kept a ironclad grip on her bicep, feeling the muscles flex as she played with your most sensitive parts.Â
She moved her fingers down through your folds, teasing your entrance. You tried to force your hips down onto her fingers, but her legs kept you from moving. You settled instead for whining like an injured puppy. âPlease mama, please.â
âMmm,â she hummed in your ear, circling your entrance with the tip of her finger. âIâm so lucky. I get to have my most special girl and all her most special parts,â she sunk her middle finger into you, eliciting a mangled groan, âall to myself.âÂ
âAll yours,â you assured, feeling her finger curl and twist inside of you, making room for more. She was always so calculated with the way she pleased you. You were like a present she was methodically unwrapping, peeling each piece of tape off, careful not to damage the paper. She was in no rush to tear you apart. She kept her painfully slow pace, but sunk a second finger into you. You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head. âIâm all yours, mama.âÂ
She leaned your head back onto her shoulder and kissed your cheek. You didnât even notice the uncomfortable strain the position shouldâve caused your neck. There was just her everywhere, caressing each part of your body with a tenderness youâd never experienced anywhere else. Her hand explored your chest, teasing hard nipples with gentle pinches and soft touches. Nails scraped their way down the soft expanse of your stomach, paying special attention to the curve of your hip bone.
âMama, I love you. You feel so good inside of me, please donât stop. Oh god please never stop,â you whined. You didnât even care that she was moving her fingers too slow to make you cum. You were so content with just her filling you up, touching the parts of you no one else got to touch. You got to be hers all over again.
You thought back to your days with her, home alone. Sheâd let you sit on her lap in her office, arms and legs wrapped around her like a koala bear, her strap nestled inside of you. She was always so impressed by your ability to stay still for hours on end. But how could you want for anything more than to be full of her?
âYouâre so tight and warm for mama,â she cooed. âI love feeling you around my fingers, baby. You make such pretty noises.â She sped up her movements, highlighting the sound of the wetness between your legs. You were nearly dripping a trail down the side of the tub.Â
You tried to buck against her hand, but her legs kept you perfectly still. âOoh mama. I love you. I love you mama,â you cried, unable to escape the building pleasure of her fingers. She slipped a third finger inside of you, only further spurring your desperate cries. âPlease mama! Please, I'm so full. Mama I wanna cum for you. I wanna cum on your fingers. Please! Please let me cum on your fingers.âÂ
Her fingers twisted and curled in all the ways that drove you crazy. You knew you couldnât cum until she touched your clit, which she was tactfully avoiding for that exact reason, but you still felt nearly out of your mind with pleasure. You were jerking against her now, causing her to wrap her arms around your waist. âCalm down honey. Mamaâs got you. Youâre doing so good for me sweet girl.â
âGood girl for mama,â you mumbled brainlessly. The continuous pounding of her fingers made your head spin. There was nothing in the whole world but you and your mama. Nothing else mattered.Â
âThatâs right, angel. Youâre mamaâs good girl,â she praised.Â
You nodded dumbly, unable to muster any more thoughts than âmamaâ which you chanted repeatedly. She shoved three fingers in your mouth, making the word come out even more unintelligible. You whined around her hand, but obediently sucked her fingers.Â
âCan you touch yourself for me princess?â She asked, both her hands too occupied to finally put an end to your abuse. You both knew that just a little pressure to your clit would finally push you over the edge.Â
You didnât even acknowledge her question, just hopelessly cried around her fingers. âAww sweet girl, you need mama to do it for you? Thatâs okay, honey. Mama will take care of it.â She pulled her fingers from your mouth, now covered in your spit, and reached down between your legs. She kissed the side of your head while she finally attended to your neglected clit. âThatâs it, princess. Cum on mamaâs hand.â
You were nearly silent as you fell over the edge, unable to do little more than jerk and squeak. She gently led you down from the high, removing her fingers and bracing you against herself so you didnât tumble back into the now cold bathtub. She cleaned you up with a washcloth and wrapped you back up in the soft towel.Â
She chuckled when she picked you up and saw your face, blissed out and stupid. She thought back to before you had left for college, when you were 18 and it took a lot more than three fingers and 20 minutes to get you here. âNobody has touched you like that for a long time, have they angel?â
You shook your head against her chest. âOnly you mama.âÂ
She smiled at the admission. Laying you down at the center of her big bed. You pawed at her sweater when she pulled away. âIâm just taking this off. Iâll be down there in just a second.â
She crawled under the covers only a moment later, pulling you closer and discarding the towel onto the floor. You nuzzled into her neck, wrapping your arms around her waist. You were so warm and so loved. You felt so important again, just like you did the fateful night sheâd pulled you from the cold shower. In that moment, you couldnât wrap your head around why youâd ever left. How could you ever have left anything so perfect?
âMama, can I be inside of you next time?â You mumbled into her chest, unwilling to completely separate yourself from her.Â
âOf course you can,â she replied, pulling you in to kiss your forehead. âAnything for my special girl.â
You smiled. âCan I use the dark red toy? The one that gives you the little bump right here?â You touched her lower stomach in indication.Â
She couldnât help but laugh at the request, recalling the only other time she allowed you to use that toy right before you left. Seeing the bulge in her lower stomach had gotten you so excited youâd pathetically rutted into like a teenage boy. âOnly if you can be gentle with mama.â
âMhm,â you hummed. âGentle with mama.âÂ
She smiled down at you, noticing your eyelids start to droop. âThatâs enough for tonight, little love. Rest now and we can talk some more in the morning, okay?â She gently guided your head down to her chest. She smiled when you almost immediately took her nipple into your mouth, suckling contentedly, just like sheâd taught you to do. Oh, how she loved you.
She closed her eyes, allowing herself to drift off into a daydream. Maybe she could convince you to move schools so you could come back, live at home with her. Every stressful assignment or class or situation with your friends could end like this: in this intimate act that drowned out both your stress and hers. Maybe if youâd stay, she could get on hormones and start actually producing milk again. All for you. All for her baby girl. And she'd remind you how loved you were everyday, and you never take her for granted again.Â
Yes, sheâll have you back in her arms just like it used to be. Youâll come home to her, and youâll finally see that youâll never need anyone else ever again.
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Lovely â Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Mom!Reader
"She looks just like you." You whisper softly, gaze full of love as you admire the baby between both of you. He doesn't respond for a long while, completely enamored by the little girl who is holding his finger with her entire tiny hand, looking in awe at the life you both created.
"She's so tiny." He whispers back, secretly afraid he'll startle the baby with his deep voice despite knowing she has fallen asleep to his voice and hums more than once. A small chuckle from you is all it takes for her face to turn towards you, her free hand grabbing a strand of your hair and trying to take it to her mouth before Simon gently intervenes, taking it back and giving her another finger to hold.
"Thank you." His gaze focuses on you as he cups your cheek, thumb tracing random patterns on your skin as the corners of his mouth tilt up in a small, tender smile.
"What for?" You ask as if you didn't know exactly what he was talking about, as if he hadn't thanked you hundreds of times for carrying his child ever since he found out you were pregnant.
"For creating her." His tone is as gentle and tender, and if it didn't show just how much he loves you, the look in his eyes totally did. He's looking at you like you're a goddess in the fleshâ and you are. You give him a warm smile, leaning closer to plant a small kiss on his cheek, which he returns.
"I like our baby." He murmurs, his hand coming down to caress her cheek gently with one finger. He treats her like she's made of glass, and in his mind, she is. She's so tiny compared to his behemoth frame, and it took a while until he felt comfortable enough to hold her. He plants a soft kiss on her forehead, gaze drifting between his angels before he lets out a small sigh of content.
"She likes you too." You tease, playfully poking his side as the memories of how much of a daddy's girl your daughter is already despite being only three months old. It's lovely, really, to see the man everyone knows as "the big boy with the skull mask" become absolute putty under the tiny hands of his daughter.
He bends backwards for her, holding her late at night and talking to her, telling her all sort of stories about his life despite knowing she can't understand yet. His heart melts whenever his daughter simply looks up at him and babbles, hand reaching out to him and pulling on anything she can reach with surprising strength.
"Mum would have loved her." Your heart breaks at his hushed words, hand immediately reaching out to caress his cheek as he refuses to hold your gaze, simply looking down at your daughter with sadness hidden deep inside his loving stare.
"Look at me, big guy." It takes a few seconds for him to look up, and when he does, you can feel everything. The regret, the longing, the sadness, the pain. You bring him closer for a soft kiss, both of your lips turning up into a smile as your daughter interrupts you by babbling and holding onto Simon.
"You carry her love with you. In your eyes, your smile, your hair... her love didn't go with her when she passed." He looks down, biting the inside of his cheek softly before nodding his head, carefully holding onto your daughter before laying her down on his chest, one of his hands supporting her neck while the other one holds her body close to his.
"Never saw it that way." His voice sounds distant now, yet it's never devoid of affection and love for you. You know him well enough to know he's visiting a graveyard of memories. You lay down next to him, head resting on his shoulder, planting a kiss on his soft jawline.
"She was the best nan. Always spoiling Joseph and buying him anything she thought he'd like... at some point Tommy and Beth were running out of space because he had so many bloody toys." A small chuckle escapes his lips, smiling fondly at the memories of his family before they were taken from him. He felt comfortable enough with you to be able to speak about his familyâ you were always so patient, waiting years for this.
"They sound lovely." Another kiss to his jawline as you look at your daughter absent-mindedly run her fingers over his tattoo sleeve. It's ironic, to see such an innocent person tracing something meant to be representing of destruction and loss, yet that's what his life is, two sides of the coin that is Simon Riley's past and present. "I'm sure they're watching over you, proud that you have this life."
He gives you a soft grin, planting a kiss on your forehead as he looks out of the window, fingers absent-mindedly caressing your daughter's back while he looks up at the sky. I made it, mum.
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Dick: *Forcing a smile* Being an older brother is a wonderful and surprising thing. You can always find yourself in situations you never thought you would happen!!!
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Dick: *Freaking out* What was the only thing I said not to do??!!
Duke: *Guilty* Create a cult for the second time.
Dick: AND WHAT WAS WHAT YOU DID???
Duke: ....Create a cult for the second time.
Duke: ....
Duke: In my defense it was completely accidental.
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Dick: Hey Dami, have you seen-WHAT IS SO???
Damian: Grayson keep your voice down, your screams will alert everyone.
Dick: *Deep breath* Dami, babybat, my little brother. Why is there a giraffe hanging out on your balcony?
Damian: Her name is Macbeth and I think that's obvious, she's too big to come into my room.
Dick: Where did you find a giraffe in damn Gotham???No, don't answer that. Does Bruce know about this??
Damian: No Grayson, you're the first to hear about Macbeth joining the family.
Dick: Okok, This is all Bruce's fault and I refuse to deal with this now.
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Jason: Hypothetically speaking, how bad would it be if during the patrol I dropped my bombs that explode when touched on the wrong side?
Dick: ....I'm sorry? What?
Jason: Just a hypothetical situation, it doesn't mean he dropped bombs there.
Dick: What the fuck, Jason!? Really What the fuck?!
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Tim: *With zero hours of sleep and 5 boxes of red bull*. I HAVE DISCOVERED IT!!
Dick: I don't want to ask, god knows nothing good comes of that, but what have you discovered, Timy??
Tim: *Jumping with excitement* I have discovered the identity of the criminal mind we have been investigating.
Dick: I take back what I said, that's good news. Who is it??
Tim: IT'S BRUCE WAYNE!!
Dick: ...
Dick: Did you know?? I said nothing. What made you think it's Bruce Wayne?
Tim: *Fretically moving hands* Just think about it, whenever Bruce Wayne leaves events early there's some big crime or breakup of Arkham, plus he always reappears with suspicious injuries and attributes them to his clumsiness. One part of his money mysteriously disappears from his boxsafe, his segurity is too good to be a theft or mistake, it must be your financing at evil ends and-
Dick: Tim, Don't you forget that Bruce-
Tim: AND YOU HAVEN'T HEARD THE BEST PART.
Dick: What could-
Tim: HIS CHILDREN ARE TRAINED KILLERS AND RUN HIS CRIMINAL EMPIRE.
Dick: *Looking for the sedative and sleeping pills* Are they?? Tell me more.
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Dick: Everyone should feel the joy -suffering- of being an older brother -it's all Bruce's fault, I must have been an only child-
*Voices of Tim and Damian fighting in the background with Jason cheering them on*
Dick: Above all I love my brothers.
*Sound of breaking glass and Duke's surprised scream*
Dick: *Trying to convince himself* I really, really love them.
*Gliter bomb explosion*
Dick: ....
Dick: *Whispering* I don't get paid enough for this. Damn Bruce.
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kiss me, please?
summary; alexia doesn't really do PDA, but she might make an exception for you. pairing; alexia putellas x footballer!reader spanish | english translation
The first time you noticed was after your win against Levante UD Femenino. You had managed to score two of the seven goals throughout the match. The final whistle blew as the crowd went wild, Ona pulling you into her embrace as the two of you cheered with the surrounding atmosphere. Other teammates made their way into your embrace, congratulating each other with kisses on the cheeks and pats on their backs.
"Creo que alguien te estĂĄ esperando" 'I think someone is waiting for you' Aitana giggles into your ear, pushing you towards the friends and family section seating section. The celebrations continued around you, as you made your way towards the cheering crowds - giving waves to fans before coming face-to-face with Alexia and Mapi. The younger woman pulls you into her embrace as she plants kisses all over your cheeks. Congratulating you over and over again.
"Gracias Mapi" 'Thank you Mapi' You laugh out, pushing yourself out of her embrace and wiping your face dramatically as she sticks her tongue out at you. Ingrid manages to join your little huddle, taking her girlfriend's attention off you as you make eye contact with your captain.
"Hola bebĂŠ" 'Hi baby' your words much softer than your conversation with Mapi, a shy smile playing on your lips as you take in your girlfriend. She pulls you in a small hug, a small tap felt at the back of your head before she pulls away.
"hola mi bella dama" 'Hello my beautiful lady' the pet name heats your cheeks up, Mapi pretending to hurl as Alexia scoffs and (softly) pushes Mapis's head in the other direction. You take notice of the pink blush covering your girlfriend's cheeks, and the small frown appearing on her eyebrows as she looks around the surrounding areas before her attention falls back to you.
You know your relationship was fairly new, not even hitting the six-month mark just yet but the pair of you had been friends since you signed for Barcelona two years ago. You could read Alexia like an open book, and you knew she was feeling on edge. Taking hold of Alexia's hands that were holding the barricade, you gave them a slight squeeze - trying to help her calm down just a little.
"The girls wanna go out and celebrate the win tonight" You start, trying to grab Alexia's attention once again, she gives a small hum in response. A clear indication she was only half listening to what you were saying.
"I think it'd be fun if you came with me?"
"No sĂŠ. I don't know if I'd be much fun mi amor" 'I don't know. I don't know if I'd be much fun, my love' She responds back, the frown only growing further. You wanted to run your fingers along her eyebrows, removing the tension appearing on her face. You don't, instead you pout your lips as you pull the best puppy dog eyes you could master.
"Por favor" 'Please'
You know you've hit the jackpot as a small smile appears on her lips once more, her eyes rolling back as she shakes her head. "Okay! Okay. But only to watch over you and keep you protected from Mapi"
The jab at the tattooed lady next to you takes offence, giving Alexia a slight push before crossing her arms and pouting "Soy una gran influencia!" 'I am a great influence!'. Alexia snorts but doesn't give her best friend any form of response.
"I think that's a great idea" you mumble soft enough for Alexia to catch what you are saying, but your words become lost on Mapi's.
Alexia's guard finds its way back up once fans start calling out for you in the next section over, she gives you one last squeeze before letting go of your hand and creating some distance between the pair of you.
"Ve a saludar amor, te verĂŠ en el vestuario." 'Go say hi love, I'll meet you down in the locker room'
Ingrid takes your hand from your girlfriends, pulling you away from the barricade and towards the screaming fans, both of you signing items and taking photos over the next couple of minutes.
As much as you tried to forget the shift in Alexia's actions, you couldn't help but feel a little pushed aside. Alexia had never been one to shy away from affection, you weren't sure if it was just a Spanish thing or an Alexia thing, but from day one she had always managed to be touching you in some way. A tap at the back of your head, an arm wrapped around your waist, a leg pressed up against yours - you were no stranger to Alexia's physical touches.
You let yourself believe it was just the fact that your relationship was still fresh. The move from being friends to more only official as of four months ago.
It had been after one of your matches, the defence clearly picking on you throughout the game - although you weren't backing down which had led to you being subbed off just before the 80th minute. A late-timed (or perfectly timed depending on who you asked) tackle from the opposing team landed you on the ground gripping onto your ankle.
You had been led down the tunnel, towards the designated medical room, a physio waiting for you - alongside a fuming Alexia. Her arms were crossed, and a firey look flashed across her eyes as she watched every wince and jump you gave out as you got assessed.
The physio diagnosed you with deep bruising but nothing that couldn't be fixed with some rest and strength training over the next two weeks. The door hadn't even closed completely before Alexia was yelling at you in Spanish. Her arms flew in the air as she walked back and forth, her attention would fall you on every once and a while before it dropped down to your iced ankle before she started all over again.
You could make out the jiff of what she was ranting about, but your attempt to answer her questions was blocked, as she would ask another question before answering it for herself.
It wasn't until about five minutes later that she finally stood firm in her place, her arms hanging by her sides as she looked at her once again.
"What were you thinking? Getting yourself injured like that!"
You blamed it on the fact that you had just played a rough 80 minutes, your arms now crossed across your body as you let out a scoff - you felt like a child getting scolded by their parents.
"I didn't do it on purpose, Alexia! I was playing the game, that's it. I can't help that they were targeting me"
Her eyes flashed with something that definitely wasn't anger, her lips suddenly on yours, as she pushed you back into the bed you were sitting on.
It wasn't until Ona and Lucy had come to check on you after the game finished that the two of you broke away from each other.
The club is up and pumping by the time you make it through its doors. Mapi hand-in-hand with you, Alexia and Ingrid trailing behind. Shots are pushed into your hands before you can make your way around to say hello to everyone, a countdown is yelled before you drown the shot.
An hour or two flew by, Ona, Claudia and Patri were dancing with you, the music completely in Spanish but at this point, you couldn't really care. You felt one of the girl's hands on your waist, spinning you around before attempting to dip you. A small squeal left your lips before followed by laughter pulling yourself up to their chest and yelling that you were grabbing a seat and getting some water.
The table booked out for the team is half empty, Lucy is in a deep conversation with Frido and Keira, Marta laughing with Ingrid at something Mapi said - and your girlfriend sitting, watching over the table with a glass of water in her hand.
"Hola ladies!" 'Hello Ladies' You announce, squeezing yourself onto Alexia's lap - kissing her cheek before taking the glass of water out of her grip and up to her lips. Too busy with the glass in your hand, you miss the kissy faces Mapi makes towards Alexia, teasing her best friend. Alexia seemed to tense up, her grip around your waist tightened enough for you to turn your attention towards her and her red cheeks.
"Are you okay?" you ask, tilting your head a little to get a better look at your girlfriend's face.
"si, yo solo..." 'yeah, i just...' she trails off, her eyes flicking to the group surrounding the pair of you before it clicks.
"You don't like PDA?"
She seems to physically relax when she realises you understand her discomfort, the tension that had been present now non-existent. A little shy smile appears on her lips before her head hides in the crook of your neck. You feel her lips plant a small, hidden kiss on your shoulder before she brings her attention back to you.
"Not really. I just... no sĂŠ. I just don't like the idea of people watching us... be like that. Only I get to see you like that" 'I don't know'
You can't help but feel yourself fall just a little more in love with the Spanish woman in front of you, a smile growing on your lips as you throw your arms around her neck. Your lips trace her ear before you mutter "But what if I can't help myself?"
You almost freeze at the sound of a moan slipping from her lips, low enough that only you can hear - but it still has the same effect. "mi amor" 'my love' she warns, and you swear you see her swallow before her gaze is directly on you. "Please don't"
You want to push and see how far you can go before she snaps but you also want to enjoy the rest of the night out with the girls. Ultimately, you give her a small nod before shifting yourself off her lap and into the free spot next to her.
You don't miss the smile on her lips, nor do you miss the dark look in her eyes. Her body reaches over you, as she grabs the glass in your hand - her mouth right next to your neck before she whispers "Later"
You notice the change slowly, the way that she would hold your hand just a little longer before pulling away or when she would congratulate you at the end of games her lips linger against your cheek as her hands held onto your waist.
It wasn't until her first game back since her injury, you cheered alongside the crowds as she made her way back onto the playing field and again when she scored her first since being back. The whistle signifies the end of the match, and before you can turn your attention towards your girlfriend her arms wrapped around your body. Pulling up into her embrace as she brings her lips to yours.
"I thought you didn't like PDA?" you ask onto her lips, smiles matching one another.
"Just shut up and kiss me"
You didn't need to be told twice.
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Just Logan
The worst Logan part ii
Logan Howlett x Reader!Loganverse| smut | 10k words
Summary: You return from the void ready to navigate your new reality with the not-quite-love-of-your life. Second Part to worst Logan.
Warning: Mentions of drugs, Canon Typical Violence, gratuitous Laura paternal love. smut, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, assplay mentioned.
AN: Fair warning my loves - this hasnât been proof read⌠unless youâre reading this after the 26th August! Iâm currently posting this on my phone at an airport đ I love you all so much and canât express how much your love for my stories has meant to me!
Achilles once said âI would recognize you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognize you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. and I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion."
For seven excruciating years youâd been without him.Â
Eventually, time had dulled the ache, made it so you forgot what it was to have another hold you through the night, to make you feel safe and loved. Love was like a drug; one you had unknowingly spent the past half a decade weaning yourself from.
Then he appeared; âThe worst Loganâ as Wade had not-so-affectionately dubbed him, and in one fell swoop undid years of hard work. He came and reminded you just how fucking good drugs were - that motherfucker was class-A narcotics and he was addictive as hell.
By mid morning you were already desperate for another hit, your eyes searching for him around every corner. Part of you was afraid you had gotten him all wrong, that perhaps you didnât know this man as well as you thought you did. Though at the last second Logan had shown up, unfolding him from the boot of the Honda and joining the fray, every inch the hero he insisted he wasnât.Â
You and Laura sliced a path through your enemies, side by side, the two of you moved in perfect synchronisation. In the years since his death, she had taken Loganâs position in your formation, and now the two of you fought together as naturally as breathing.Â
Logan couldnât help but watch the two of you together for a moment, though after a knife to the ribs as reward for his lack of awareness, he shakes his head free from the indulgence of his ready-made-family and returns to the task at hand, carving his way through the enemy to get to Cassandra.Â
 It had been a hard-won battle, though Laura had been extraordinary. You, yourself had been outmatched with the Juggernaut, only in a position to bend the light keeping yourself from sight as you inflicted shallow cuts with your blades along his arms and torso creating confusion and pain that allowed Laura to find her openings.
Your girl sliced through his Achilles bringing him to his knees before she ended his life with four claws through his chest.Â
In your eyes, as she stared down Goliath her soft features melted into a renaissance painting. A woman in her own right, overflowing with untold power, those shades making her look every inch the badass motherfucker you knew she was.
You canât help your untimely realisation that your daughter has grown into a formidable woman as you propel her through the air with bubbles of psionic energy to deliver the helmet to her not-quite-father and Wade.  Â
The brief moment of triumph as you overcome Cassandraâs men is followed in quick succession by the sobering loss of Logan for a second time, as he leaps through the golden shimmering portal.
It had been the plan all along, and yet you couldnât quite account for the stone in your stomach weighing you down at the realisation he is gone yet again.
Lauraâs deep brown eyes, all too often full of difficult emotions, are hidden behind the colourful sunglasses, though you can tell from the fall in her shoulders that your girl feels the same grief. She had held out childlike hope that the two of you would stay with him despite his earlier brush off and you are far too ashamed to admit you had been harbouring similar hopes.
To have gotten him back for a single day only to lose him again, for you it is painful. For her, it must be torment.
So, you put a pin in your pain for now. Loss is an old friend, one that will no doubt visit in the dead of night when sleep inevitably evades you, but Laura needs you.
Swallowing your grief deep down, you begin by tucking her wild dark hair back behind her ears and with the bone of your knuckle you wipe an errant splatter of blood from her brow.
Around you, your team bask in the defeat of Cassandra and her people, yet the two of you mourn losing yet another Logan.
âThe time we had with him was a gift.â You whisper to her. The second you touch her palm with your finger tips; her claws instantaneously retract. You interlock your fingers with her own bloodied ones.Â
For a moment the two of you stand together like this, coming to terms with the loss. It doesnât destroy you the same way North Dakota had, but it has certainly taken the air from your lungs.Â
âWhat now?â Laura asks, burying her emotions, more like Logan than you care to admit. Â
âNow we find a way to get back home, Cassandraâs not hunting us anymore, maybe we can-â
âMiss Y/LN, Miss- âAt the sound of an unfamiliar voice your head whips round and you are armed with a knife before you even make the decision and from the telltale âsniktâ behind you so is Laura.
 âHolster your weapons.â The agent shouts as the group of forgotten heroes turn their gaze on the TVA squad who have appeared from the orange glowing doorway. âYou have been offered a pardon on order of the time variance authority - please come with us.â
 Laura steps forward, though you place a steady hand on her shoulder stopping her in her tracks. âThe last time we trusted you people, we ended up in this dump.â You shout across the gulf that the agents have left between you.Â
When has anything in life been this easy?
 âMr Howlett and Mr Wilson saved the multiverse. All they have asked in return is for a second chance for the people who helped them do it.â
Whilst remaining utterly compelling it still feels far too good to be true. You look at your daughter; she pushes her sunglasses to the top of her head and nods once. Sheâs not a little girl anymore and she wants to go through the damn doorway. With little in the way of options you decide with a deep sigh to be an optimist, which is how you end up in Wade Wilsonâs apartment.
Five people (six if you include Dogpool) living in a two-bedroom apartment was âŚÂ to put it lightly, snug. Wade being the secret gentleman he was, offered up his room to you and Laura.
Nights he didnât spend at Vanessaâs were spent sharing a bed with Al, much to her delight, which left Logan sleeping on the couch.
Logan: This Logan was nothing short of an enigma to you.Â
The two of you had been friendly, smiling and laughing, sitting together at the party Wade had thrown to celebrate saving the universe.
It felt good, easy even to joke with him and Laura. You had felt like a real family as you sandwiched the young girl between the two of you, taking it in turns to make her laugh.
When she had abandoned the two of you to talk with Yukio and Ellie, you had fallen into comfortable companionable silence. The simple fact of the matter was that you didnât have much in the way of small talk, all of your talk was massive talk. A mountain youâd soon have to overcome, but neither of you wanted to break the spell.
So, you simply enjoyed each otherâs company and when your knee knocked against his under the table, you didnât bother pulling back. Instead, when he didnât immediately recoil, you left it there pressed against the warm muscle.Â
This casual touching was new to both of you and you were drunk on it, occasionally youâd brush his plaid covered bicep as you leaned across to stroke the monstrosity that was Mary Poppins or youâd brush your fingers against his with a smile when you handed him a fresh beer. Â
Itâs fair to say, you are both black belts at emotional avoidance.Â
Her abandoned airbed, more electrical tape than plastic at this point, lies deflated in the corner of the bedroom, dual holes from slender claws having led to its untimely end.
With a sigh you rise, stretching your aching back.Â
Wincing as it cracks from contorting on the edge of the double mattress- even in the goddamned void, youâd had more personal space than this.
Sparing a glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table, you see itâs 6:23am. In a vain hope you just listen to the sounds of the quiet apartment, no one else has awoken yet. You sigh with relief, desperate for some alone time, after living for a week with everyone underfoot.Â
Closing the bedroom door behind you as silently as possible, you tiptoe with bare feet with the honest intention of going to the kitchen for some coffee.
Only youâre sidetracked by the man sprawled across the sofa looking like he was carved from goddamn marble.
The blanket is wrapped around his plentiful jean covered thighs as his bare size twelves extend comically over the arm of the sofa. Loganâs thick, veined and extremely bare arm hangs off of the leather cushion, whilst the other clutches a pillow under his head. Logan is wearing a white vest that leaves very little to the imagination, so much so youâre unable to help the flashback of stroking the abs you know linger below the almost transparent white cotton. Youâre unsure how long you stand there, but it canât be more than 30-seconds before his eyes wearily blink open, startling you.
âPaint a picture, itâll last longer, Bub.â When he speaks, his voice is even thicker than usual with sleep, itâs like honey on gravel and it makes your skin tingle.
âUh-â Youâre lost for words after being caught ogling the sleeping man. All you can do is a quick apology as you carry on through to the kitchen.
When youâre safe from view, you slap palm to your forehead - Why? Why couldnât you for once in your life just be smooth?Â
The second you're out from under his searing gaze a million infinitely suaver responses flood your mind. âDonât mind if I do.â âDonât tempt me.âÂ
Youâre nearly (Y/A+7 years) old, not the idiot girl that pined after the unattainable bad boy of the mansion. For the love of all thatâs holy; two different versions of that man have been inside of you, and you ran away!
Youâre pacing in front of the fridge when you hear his body slide against the leather of the couch. Honestly, youâre praying for the void to swallow you back up as you try to act casual, filling the coffee machine with water.
 âMorninâ.â
âGood Morning, Logan.â You reply though you canât quite meet his eyes as you flick the switch for the drip to begin.Â
âBack on the couch - Eh, I was just kiddinâ around, Bub.â He scratches his neck awkwardly.
âOh. I, uh, I know.â You reply, finally meeting his eyes. Those hazel eyes stop you in your tracks as they scan your face for any trace of emotion. Heâs as out of his depth as you are, and that thought alone calms you. âIâm sorry, If iâve been strange the past few days⌠I thoughtâŚI just assumed I would never make it out of the void and I was there for months and uh-â
âBub⌠y/n... I donât hold you to what happened that night.â
âWhat?â You narrow your brows in confusion, you were only going to talk about the uncomfortable adjustment period to regular life. Â
âYou were vulnerable, I look like your guy. I get it.â His voice is still deep and heâs trying to be so understanding and noble, you canât help as you reach out and grab his bare wrist, your forefinger can't even meet your thumb as you hold onto his thick warm flesh.
âLogan, no thatâs not what I meant at all. I-âÂ
â-Morninâ love birds! Donât let me stop yaâ from takinâ care of that morninâ wood, just getting some delicious nectar of the gods.â Wade comes from the bedroom wearing Alâs lilac dressing gown and what looks suspiciously like the older womanâs pyjamas, riding far too high up his shins to be his own for the much taller man. Wade leans against the counter next to you and the coffee machine, burying himself in the neck of the dressing gown and looking pointedly at your hand around Loganâs wrist and whispers. âPretend Iâm not even here.â
âGod give me strength, Wade.â Somewhere along the way, Loganâs rage with the mouth has dampened to the point thereâs no real threat behind the warning.
As thereâs probably about a few teaspoons of coffee in the machine, every fresh drop plinks against the glass jug only enhancing the newfound silence in the kitchen.
âGood Morning, Wade.â You sigh finally, rubbing your thumb against the hair covered flesh of Loganâs wrist in a promise as you try to use your eyes to communicate; we will discuss this.Â
âHonestly, Iâm not even here. Just go back to staring longingly at each other, talk amongst yourselves.â
âFu-â Logan starts, his nose flaring at the man beside you, his finite patience already slipping. Â
âIncoming.â Wade sings-song lowly, as he drops his head onto your shoulder.
âWhat are we all doing in the kitchen?â Laura asks through a yawn, her bed head innately ridiculous standing up on all sides - probably from a night spent tossing and turning, kneeing you in the spine. When Logan tears his wrist away from your hand it stings a little, but you understand, the last thing Laura needs in her life is more confusion.
âThereâs a line for the coffee, kiddo.â Logan gives her a look that's somewhere between a smile and a grimace. The manâs sharp edges were slowly being worn away again and he was really trying with his daughter, though a tiny growl leaves the young woman at his words.
âSheâs not a morning person.â Is the only answer you have for him when he looks your way both confused and quite frankly a little frightened as your daughter takes the first cup of coffee and returns to her room slamming the door behind her with her foot. Â
âTeenagers, huh? Whatchaâ gonnaâ do with them?â Wade sighs, still leaning his head on your shoulder having made no effort to stop the queue jumper.
Logan gives Wade a meaningful look and tilts his head towards the door, which the man currently invading your personal space bubble continues to ignore.Â
Thereâs something about Wade you canât find it in yourself to be annoyed by.Â
Those years on the run with Charles, Logan and Caliban had been so hopeless, so void of laughter, that the man with the constant jokes puts you at ease, makes your heart feel lighter. Wade makes you smile which has been a rare commodity in recent years.
Perhaps it's the fact he makes the world feel a little lighter that makes you so willing to tolerate the overly familiar head on your shoulder.Â
The two men are having a silent conversation, as you stare at the fridge awkwardly.
âIâŚuh⌠I think Iâll jump in the shower.â You detangle yourself from Wade and place a meaningful hand on Logan's arm. âTalk later?â
He looks to your hand, and then to your face and simply nods.Â
Only, you donât end up talking later, because after your shower, you return to your bedroom hell bent on getting dressed and heading out into the city for the day to get some distance before you start your new job tomorrow.
Thatâs when you find Laura twisting her hands and waiting for you. The second you close the door behind you, she stands.
âYou alright, bug?â You ask, giving her the opening she so desperately needs.Â
âI, um, have some news.â She can barely meet your eyes, a trait youâre sorry to say sheâs picked up from you.Â
âYeah?â You prompt, taking her hand in yours.
âI want to join the X-Men.â Your mouth opens involuntarily to reply, but no words can find their way up your throat; youâre irrevocably thrown.Â
In the years since the devastation Charles had wrought on the manor, you hadnât been able to muster the strength to return to West Chester.
âI know, you might not be sold on the idea but I want to use my powers for good, I donât want to get a normal job - not that the coffee shop isnât great for you - but Iâm-â
âItâs great, Laura.â Your voice sounds wrong even to your ears. âIâll do my best to get used to being back in the Mansion-â
âNo.â You can tell it slips out, she honestly doesnât mean it to. âI ⌠I, uh, want to join the X-Men, me. I want to go alone.â
âOh.â You canât help the deflated sound of your voice, you hadnât foreseen your daughter breaking up with you when you woke up this morning.
âNo, mamĂĄ,â She takes your hand in hers, desperate to fix it. âI love you and I canât ever repay-â
âNo, Laura.â You tell her. She looks terrified before you rush to finish. âYou donât ever have to repay me. You are fucking magnificent, so you go be an X-Man. I love you so much.âÂ
She wraps her arms around your middle, buries her face in your shoulder and squeezes, she's just as tall as you are now at nineteen years old and fuck if it doesnât break your goddamn heart.. âIf you get yourself hurt with those do gooders, Iâll fucking kill you.â
After dressing and many more tearful hugs as the two of you talk logistics, it's decided sheâd be heading over to the mansion in the morning.Â
You start work and so does she.
Your heart drops when you hear sheâs put off telling you for the past five days, ever since sheâd had the offer from Ellie and Yukio at the party.Â
Later that evening telling Logan goes, well, about as well as you might expect.
âNo.â He growls furiously. âAbsolutely, no fuckinâ way.â
âLogan-â You try.
âYou agreed to this?â Heâs blind to reason as he turns on you. Al and Wade both sit in the living room, having called an âurgent family meetingâ.Â
âI for one think it's a great idea! - not that we havenât loved having-â One look from Logan does what you had up until this very moment thought impossible and shuts Wade up.Â
âLogan, sheâs an adult - she wants to join them. We should be supportive.â
âSupportive?!â Heâs incredulous as he laughs harshly, voice utterly brimming with condescension when he continues. âYou forgettinâ what happened there, huh, bub? You and I are the fuckinâ sole survivors - Last of the class! How's your Storm doing? Your Hank? Your Scott? Oh wait, their all fuckinâ dead!â
Your Logan never spoke to you this way. Never directed that fire within him at you, it's unfair, the comparison, you know this but your brain is misfiring with shock.Â
Had your Logan ever truly cared about anything this much when youâd been together in those dark days? Had all the fight truly left him back then? Had the two of you just ended up together out of mere convenience?
When you donât reply, he just stares your way, his nose flared still utterly furious, at you, your betrayal, at Laura, at this situation heâs not emotionally equipped to deal with. This Loganâs shoulders are squared like heâs preparing to go a few rounds with you and not in a sexy way.Â
It's not a situation youâre entirely sure youâve been in before; youâve never been his enemy. So youâre not sure how to approach this cornered animal, ready to swipe out at you in his fear.Â
âIf I didnât go to that school, I never wouldâve met any of you. I would be back in Y/H/T (your hometown) and Iâd be lesser for it.âÂ
It utterly disarms him, heâd clearly been prepared for harsh words to combat his own.
Pacing like a tiger locked in a cage, he finally sighs rubbing his forehead irritability. Logan turns, grabbing his leather jacket making the doorframe shake as he slams it after himself.Â
âI think heâs secretly happy for you, Laura.â Wadeâs voice is light and full of sarcasm.
âThat went just about as well as to be expected.â Al huffs from her position at her side as she takes Lauraâs hand in her own. âIâm sorry, Sweetie. Heâll come round to the idea.â
âYes, he fucking will.â Seeing your daughter's face crumble as he storms off like a child is apparently your breaking point.
You follow after him, though as youâre a grown adult in charge of her emotions you simply allow the door to close behind you.
âHaha! - Sheâs gonna beat the shit outtaâ him! Its gonnaâ be like 454 when she-â You hear Wade cackle as you take off.
It doesnât take long to find him, you know the man better than you know yourself, though it does certainly help that heâs predictable as shit.
The closest bar to the apartment is where heâs pulled up a stool, his nose flares the second he smells you.
âI mean it this time, Iâm not looking for damn company.â
You ignore him, just as you did the time before.Â
âTwo Coronaâs please.â
âI donât drink that shit.â he huffs. âCorona and a Blue Ribbon.â
It shouldnât hit you the way it does.Â
Just like before, this miniscule insignificant difference, it utterly devastates you. Â
A simple fact; his favourite beer. The drink he ordered at every bar he entered without fail - is suddenly, without warning, repulsive to him.Â
It just serves to remind you that the man slouched on the bar stool beside you is a complete stranger wearing the face of your dead lover.
Perhaps your Logan drank it simply because he didnât want to hurt your feelings?Â
Had he hated it all along?Â
Did he only drink it because you did?Â
Maybe the beer is a pertinent metaphor for your entire life.
He only drank the beer because it was there, just like he only fell for you because there was no one better around.Â
Your mind is moving a mile a minute, youâre only bought out of your spiral by a bottle being placed down in front of you.
Shaking your head, you will yourself to calm down. After a few centering breaths, Logan is looking your way.Â
âThought you were cominâ to give me a talkinâ to.â
It's funny, in a way, your spiral actually has calmed you, reminded you that this isnât your Logan.Â
Heâs a different man with his own set of wounds, trying to navigate this awful situation just like you are.Â
âI was going to. You were a dick to her back there.â You sigh, taking a sip of your beer. âThen I remembered everything⌠everything youâve lost and I thought maybe I could just cut you some slack this time.â
âThat's generous.â He shakes his head, sipping his own beer. âThis whole things a fuckinâ mess.â
You canât help but agree with a nod.Â
The two of you sit in silence, which would appear to be the norm these days, you have so much to say to one another, yet you canât seem to find the words.Â
Speaking to him, finding out more of the things that are different about him, terrifies you.
Little do you know, Logan is fighting a similar battle.
He hates the weight of your gaze, how it seems to hold the expectation of the great man youâd lost with every glance, it's a constant reminder how short he falls of the anchor being this world lost.Â
âWhere am I in your world?â You ask the question youâve had on your mind since meeting him. He knows almost everything about you, and yet you know so little.
âDead.â He sighs rubbing at his eyes. âWith the rest of them.â
âDid we ever?â He looks your way sharply at this question, then gives a harsh shake of his head.Â
It hurts a little to know you were always in the background for him - it's difficult to think of a world where you always loved him from afar, never getting to feel his skin on yours.Â
âI mean - youâd have had to pay attention to someone other than her for that to happen, I guess.â
âHow the fuckâ-â He growls voice filled with a new emotion, one youâre not quite familiar with. Bemusement? Disbelief? â-has this turned into me being the bad guy for not noticing you?âÂ
âEh - you were a real asshole upstairs.â Smirking, you take another sip of your drink. âQuestion for a question? - Take it in turns?â
âI donât wannaâ know anythinâ about your world.â He snaps, turning his head back, though you can see him watching you in the mirror beside the booze.Â
It's like a countdown, you watch him battle his volatile emotions.Â
5, 4, 3 , 2, 1.
âFine.â He grunts into his beer bottle. âHowâd they die?â
That throws you, youâd expected howâd we meet? What happened to Charles? Instead he hits you with that straight out the gate.
âUh - Charles had started showing signs of a degenerative brain disease. I mean, he was old, prone to seizures. We were desperate to find a way to control them. We were blind⌠to the reality of the situation.â You take a sip, resting your forehead on your hand as your eyes ache and threaten to water, this was the first time youâd ever discussed this out loud.. âThen, he had a fucking grand mal ⌠it ⌠it wiped out everyone within a 100,000 foot radius.âÂ
Unable to help it, you pick at the skin around your thumb. âIt was⌠devastating. He killed them all. All the kids in their classrooms, our friends and family. Not even Jean could stop him.â
âHe⌠he killed Jean?â
You're a little ashamed of the flare of jealousy at his devastation about the woman youâd always come second to. But you push that deep down, it's not the time nor place.
âHowâd you survive?â He questions.Â
âI was away. Iâd heard of a neurosurgeon in Germany, he was developing⌠Well, it doesnât matter now. But I was away, whilst everyone I cared about died.âÂ
Youâd never had a need to speak of it, Logan had lived it alongside you - there was something cathartic about saying it all out loud. You wipe at your cheek as you gulp down the last of your drink, a heavy stone weighing your stomach now.Â
âYour turn.â Loganâs voice is deep in thought as gestures to the bartender for another. Heâs extending an olive branch, a kindness in the face of your vulnerability.Â
You think about it for a moment, what youâd like to know.Â
âWe were friends at least?â
âOh yeah, we were the best of friends, Bub. You were⌠uh ⌠a lilâ younger back there, never really looked at you that way.â He scratches at his bearded chin, heâs avoiding looking your way again, uncomfortable sharing these parts of himself. âYou⌠uh⌠you were gonna have pups with Pete.â
âWith Maximoff?!â You squeak disbelieving, whilst taking a sip of your beer prompting a coughing fit to end them all, as you gasp for air.Â
Logan sighs, slamming his open palm between your shoulder blades. He rubs the spot he just hit in a circle pattern, reminding you somewhat of the last time he drew circles.
âI had a baby with Peter?â You push your hair back from your face. â...That's why he used to stare at me ⌠yâknow there was one timeâŚâÂ
You smile fondly recounting a time you caught him staring creepily across your classroom before you remember that sweet silver haired kid in your memories is dead. The smile drops from your face in an instant; you didnât have children with him because heâs six feet under.Â
âNo. You were pregnant whenâŚ.â He grunts, his voice has a raw edge to it. For two people constantly at odds, your souls were in the same state of flux, continually aching for vastly different reasons, yet at the root, the same cause.Â
The two of you sit in silence for a moment or two, youâre processing the fact that you almost had kids with Quicksilver and heâs no doubt regretting ever playing this game.
The game.Â
âIt's your turn.â
âThis is why she shouldnât join them, everyone we know is dead.â Logan has had enough of the game as he sighs, rubbing at his eyes. âBeing a goddamn hero gets you killed.â
âLogan.â You touch the back of the hand currently gripping the beer bottle neck like it owes him money. âSheâs strong, stronger than me. Laura is you in every way that counts. Sheâs ridiculously stubborn, headstrong - even when sheâs wrong - and she has a kind heart. She wants to use those gifts youâve given her for good. How can you stand in the way of that?âÂ
Loganâs hand flips over, his warm callused fingers coming to link around your own.Â
âThe kind heart is all you, bub.âÂ
The beers have loosened your tongue, made your anxieties seem a little further away.
âI donât know. You have your moments.â His fingers dance along your palm, stroking the broken planes.
The two of you enjoy this easy intimacy youâd been forming over the past few days.Â
âHowâd we get together?â Those instruments of death youâve seen take countless lives, glide over the soft skin of your wrist. Your eyes, usually so afraid to meet his, canât leave their hazel captivity as you process his blunt question
âOh, uhâŚâ Tucking your hair behind your ear with your free hand, your eyes dart to his fingers still drifting across your flesh.
âDonât get shy on me now, bub.â He smirks, though his heartâs not in it.Â
That asshole.Â
Taking a deep gulp of your third beer, you rely on the liquid courage, before raising your eyes back to his.
âOne night. It was a few days after everything, we had finally got a sedative for Charles. We had a moment to take stock of everything weâd lost. You ⌠uh ⌠he came to me and ⌠he cried. The first time Iâd seen it.â His hand pulls back, but you canât help it, you refuse to release your hold. You donât want to lose this connection. Your thumb dips, rubbing at his knuckle, at the joint where his claws always caused the bone to ache. âI held him and he kissed me, it was messy. It was desperate but I think we both needed to feel something that wasnât grief.âÂ
âAnd I thought I was special⌠â His voice holds sarcasm though you can tell the sentiment behind it is anything but humorous.
âYou are special to me.â
âYeah.â His voice is dismissive, like he doesnât believe what youâre saying.
âYou are.â
âI look like the guy whoâs special to you, darlinâ. Iâm not him, as much as you may wish I am. Hell I wish I was.â He has snatched his hand away as he slams cash down on the bar.
Logan has started the short walk back to the apartment, cutting through the alley.
Heâs hurt, burying it deep beneath the rage. His anger is an old friend. One heâs comfortable confronting.
âIâm done with your stupid games. Iâm done with it all. Havenât you got the memo? Iâm the worst Logan.â
âIâm so fucking sick of that! Youâre so goddamn cruel to yourself.â You cry out at his leather covered shoulders, that in itself seems to stop him in his tracks. The Y/N from his world was a mousy wallflower through and through, nothing heâd seen from this world led him to believe you were any different and yet his ears werenât deceiving him. âI loved my Logan - I fucking adored him. Yes, sometimes it's hard to separate the two of you, but I care for you.â
He stands motionless in the alley as you bare your soul.Â
âIâve known you for a week. I canât love you the same because youâre not the same person, not entirely, but my soul knows yours. Youâre Logan.â Youâve closed the distance but he still wont turn around and perhaps that's what makes it easier to say the things youâve been desperate to say for days. âI look in your eyes and I feel safe, when you touch me everything feels like it's going to be okay. Youâre not the worst, youâre not the best. Youâre Logan; youâre just Logan.â
Logan is on you instantly, silencing your words with a scorching kiss. It's the kind you see in movies, desperate, filled to the brim with passion, usually taking place in the rain.
His hands find your lower back, pulling you to him as your wrap your arms around his neck, making sure he canât escape from your grasp, as he growls and pushes you against the brick wall.Â
Your nose aches from the pressure of his cheek pressed against it as he devours your mouth with his own. He is claiming your mouth with a week of pent up emotions. He grips your thigh, hiking your leg up around his waist, pressing the hardened bulge of his jeans against your core.Â
âMom? ⌠Logan?âÂ
There in the street light Laura is illuminated. Her face gives nothing away, she may as well be wearing those sunglasses for all you can garner from her expression.Â
âHey Love! - I.. WeâŚuh-â Logan slowly releases your thigh, slyly adjusting his jeans in an attempt to hide his erection. You do your best to stand in front of the -ahem- sizeable bulge.Â
âHow's it going?â You ask with a faux air of casualness as you place your hands on your hips, though your voice has a weird edge.
âPretty good. Howâs it going for you?â Her own voice has a coy little smile to it, which puts you at ease just a little.Â
âGreat, Iâm great. Logan? You great?â
âGreat.â He grunts behind you.Â
âGreat! - Everyoneâs ⌠great.âÂ
The three of you stand in silence for a second or two, processing what's just happened or perhaps trying to decide if great is still a real word.
âYouâre so weird.â Laura snorts. âFor the record Iâm happy that you both pulled your heads out of your asses.â
âBaby-â
âKid-â You and Logan speak in sync. Your eyes lock as you both try and decide how the other was going to finish that sentence.
âLaura - me and your Mom⌠uh⌠things are complicated⌠and we donât want to drag you into this.â Logan, the man of very few words, has managed to find them. Youâre stunned into silence as he takes control of a conversation⌠about feelings⌠with his daughter.
This is not any Logan that you know.
Laura looks to you, waiting for your seal of approval on the message. Â
âI know how confusing things are already, Bug.â You close the distance between the two of you, linking your fingers with hers. âMe and your dad, weâre working through some things.â
You notice Loganâs shoulders setting straighter at his new title, like a welcome weight has been placed upon them. She nods at your words, smiling devilishly.
âIt was just a matter of time, Mama. He has a staring problem.â
âNo, I fuckinâ donât.â He growls from behind you both. Your heart feels lighter than it has in a decade as the two of you cackle at his defensive response.
He digs his hands into his pockets glaring your way, though it has no heat whatsoever behind it, in fact he looks like heâs fighting a smile.
With your hand still firmly in Lauraâs you pull her back towards the apartment, linking your arm through Loganâs warm, thick leather clad one. He doesnât take your hand, but he also doesnât pull away as the three of you walk back to the house.Â
âCan we get pizza? - For emotional trauma?â She questions.
âBaby, Iâll buy you all the pizza in New York.â You reply rolling your eyes.
âNot with fuckinâ pineapple on.â Logan groans.
âPineapple on pizza is objectively delicious!â Laura defends from her place on your otherside, she pulls on your hand still hanging between the two of you. âBack me up.â
âI will always have your back ⌠butâŚ. pineapple on pizza is in fact a crime against humanity.âÂ
Logan lets out a guffaw of victory, as Laura snarls his way. You take a mental picture, the warmth in your chest, bracketed in by your two favourite people in the world. Life is good.
Laura leaves the next morning.Â
It is a difficult pill to swallow, after seven years by her side. You canât quite make the leap to take her to the mansion, it's something she understands. So when you embrace her at the doorway after Ellie reassures you for the 30th time sheâll look out for her, you find it hard to let go.
There hasnât been a day youâve been without her since you first met the scrawny 12-year old in Mexico. Laura is an extension of you, like your heart is on the outside of your body and youâre not ready for your heart to go to West Chester without you being there to protect it.Â
At that moment you understand why she needs this independence, sheâs 19 years old. She needs her own life, to experience everything it has to offer but that doesnât make letting go any easier.
âYou call if you need anything, anything at all.â You tell her as you push her hair behind her ears. âDonât stay up too late but also donât go to bed too early to make friends but make sure you get plenty of sleep.â
âI will get the perfect amount of sleep, donât worry.â She grabs your wrists, removing your hands from her hair.
âOkay, okay. Sorry.â You sigh, your anxiety is eating away at your stomach. Sheâs not the vulnerable child being hunted anymore, you try to remind yourself. âIf you need me-â
â-If you need us. Weâll be there.â Logan cuts you off, interjecting his own amendment.Â
In a show of affection youâre not quite expecting, he hugs the girl. It's somewhat awkward and clumsy, the two have known each other for a week, but when they pull back, you can see the gesture was all that really mattered.
He hands her her backpack, which she throws one strap over her shoulder. The two smile at each other in their silent language, both such quiet souls.Â
When she turns back to you, you ask. âWe can walk you down?â
âStay here? Itâs easier this way.â She looks so small as she pleads with you.
Taking mercy on her, you nod.Â
âOkay.â Waving you watch her turn for the door. You donât expect however when she turns back and barrels into your chest for a final time, burying her face in your neck.
âI love you, Mama.â She whispers, you canât help it as your eyes water. You wrap your arms around her, squeezing her tightly to your chest.Â
âI love you. You are my world.â You know she needs you to let her go for her to be able to walk through that door. So with a deep inhale of her hair for the road, you pull back gathering your strength. You pull her other strap onto her shoulder and push her hair back from her face. You wipe her tears from her cheeks and give her the biggest smile you can muster, despite your teary eyes and broken voice. âGive them hell, baby.â
Laura nods, giving her own matching teary smile. Her back straightens and her shoulders square as she follows Yukio and Ellie down the hall. The duo waving at you as they descend down the stairs.
Youâre so busy watching your world disappear down the hall you barely feel the heavy warm hand wrap around your shoulder in comfort. You melt into Loganâs side as your heart shatters.
You wait for him to leave in a hurry, only he does the last thing you expect of the Wolverine. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you to his chest. You close your eyes as the tears begin to fall against your will.Â
Logan strokes your back. He doesnât offer any words of comfort, but he doesnât need to, his presence alone is enough.
His trimmed beard, bristles against your hair as he places a kiss on the top of your head, burying his nose in your hair as he holds you.Â
It's hard to say how long the two of you stand there like that. Only when your body stops shaking do you finally look up through tear streamed eyes. Logan looks down at you, his face is lined with concern.Â
âYou good?â
âI will be.â Your voice is broken from crying. âI-â
âI know, Bub.â He smiles your way, one youâve not seen, perhaps ever.
It's soft, sympathetic but filled with adoration. He pushes the strand of hair, now sodden with tears, back behind your ear. His finger lingers on the curve of the bone for a moment or two before he pulls back.Â
âBar?â
âBar.â
Things change when Laura leaves. Not massively, and not entirely for the worst.
You and Logan had started sharing the bed, not like that (unfortunately), but sleeping next to one another. It was comfier than the sofa and his body curled around yours made you sleep a hell of a lot more soundly. Suddenly years of insomnia were cured by his muscled warmth curled around you like a safety blanket.
He never made a move to further it, even if you had once or twice tried to entice him by grinding your backside against his morning wood. The man was nothing if not resilient as he rolled away, grunting.
The two of you had been getting to know one another, you had resolved to treat him like a whole new man. This revelation meant that their differences werenât such a blow anymore, you didnât actively compare the two of them as much.
You had created a clear picket line in your head and it seemed to be working. They were two different versions of the same man, each with their own merits and disadvantages.Â
They werenât to be compared.
The two of you had started a ritual of movie nights, evenings where youâd sit a little too close on the couch and pretend it wasnât happening. Heâd share a blanket he knew he didnât need just to get close to you. It was a little uncomfortable when Wade asked to come under the blanket but you enjoyed the time spent with the clown, Â
In fact, your favourite night had been when you, Wade and Al had all sat down to watch the Notebook - the movie Logan point blank refused watch.
Yes, the movie he objected to so strongly, then proceeded to watch from behind the couch, standing awkwardly on the threshold of the lounge. Where he lingered for the first half an hour pretending to have no interest in it.Â
When the end credits came around he was back under the blanket with you and Wade, utterly refusing to admit that heâd cried.Â
That argument with Wade had gotten heated and heâd put three little tears in your blanket, but it was one of your fondest memories in this apartment.Â
It had been three weeks now. Only two of them had been spent hunting for a room that you could afford on a baristaâs salary, which was the only job you were qualified for after dropping off the planet for the past ten years.
Colossus had offered you your old teaching position though you didnât want to cramp Lauraâs style and you didnât think you could face stepping foot back in that mansion, too many of your ghosts lingered there. The same could be said for Logan, though he had found much better paying work at St Margarets.
He and Wade did odd jobs, merc work to pay the rent. They killed bad guys and got paid for it, and boy they got paid a hell of a lot more than you.
The coffee shop below Wadeâs apartment, or waking hell, as youâd come to know it was your slice of a regular life; trying to push your circle peg into a triangle hole.
Its a 24-hour coffee shop, cause who doesnât need caffeine at 3am? Tch. New York. Youâre leaning on the counter a million miles away, contemplating if the graveyard shifts are worth the illusion of paying your way when Logan makes up most of your share of the rent anyway.
Your singular customer is a young guy typing away on his laptop, desperately trying to finish what looks like a college essay. Heâs eleven espressos in and has been here since before your shift started at 5pm. You havenât been told if you can cut someone off, but surely that much caffeine must count as overserving.Â
The bell above the door tingles loudly, the warm lights illuminate his red mask.Â
Wade.
âHey angel baby!â He comes to the counter, pretending to read the board as if he hasnât been here a million times before.
âHi Wade.â You smile tiredly at the man. âWhatâcha want? It's on the house!â
âOoooh, gimmeâ a Caramel Macchiato but hit me with like 6 shots espresso, extra caramel and donât skimp on the whipped cream - I like to call this the don't stop til dawn.â
âYour insides must be a mess.â You shake your head and get to making his drink.Â
âHowâs the soul crushing service industry treating ya?â He asks, leaning one hand on the counter.
âItâs okay. A little boring, but not so bad, nobody's shooting at me.â You motion downwards with your eyes to the fresh bullet holes in his red suit.
âHa! Yeahhh. But it's good old fashioned fun, beating guys to a pulp, saving kids from trees, taking candy from cats.â You roll your eyes at the man. âBut they say, if you love your job you never work a day in your life! And boy, I love my job.â
You're steaming the milk when he speaks up again, shouting loudly over the machine. âYou should come and work with me and Logi Bear. Heâs 10% less of an old grumpy fuck when youâre around.â
Heâs still shouting when the machine quietens, making your cringe a little as the kid looks your way. This isnât the first time Wadeâs broached the subject with you.
âI get you wanna move out, we love having you, but I get that Alâs old lady smell can get sortaâ overwhelming after a while.â
âWade.â You sigh, admonishing his jokes about the lady who youâve grown to care for in the past month. âIf you didnât live in a two bed, Iâd love to stay, but it's just too small and I want you to have your bedroom back. I hate feeling like a burden.â
You secure the lid to his drink when its finally complete. âOne heart attack in a cup.âÂ
âMy favourite.â His mask contorts around the eyes showing his smile. âOh Wolvieâs upstairs in bad shape. Something took a fuckinâ chunk outta him.â
âWhat the fuck Wade?! Why didnât you lead with that?â Youâre pulling off your apron and halfway around the counter before you remember your shift isnât over for another hour. Â
âCauseâ then you wouldnât have made my fast juice.â
Ah fuck it.
âDonât steal the cash register.â You warn the kid looking your way. âHeâll hunt you down and beat the crap out of you.â
Wade waves at the kid behind you, he has his macchiato in one hand and baby knife in his other for special effect. The kid gives a look of âJeezâ before returning to his work.
âYou coming?â You ask when your almost half way through the door.
âNah - saving innocents makes me hungy. Fork hands has his healing factor. He'll be fine.â Wade replies dismissively.
Huffing you turn on your heel and practically run to the apartment.Â
A chunk out of him?Â
Logan's healing factor was significantly better without the adamantium poisoning but surely he could die. In an instant youâre back in North Dakota, holding his hand as he fades away.Â
Your breath is heavy as you take the steps two at a time.Â
Not again.Â
The door is thrown open and instead of chaos you find the lights dimmed, candles all over the apartment and there Logan stands in a new plaid buttondown and his finest wranglers. Heâs holding a bouquet of sunflowers in those veined hands you love so much. It's like something out of a Danielle Steel novel and you utterly melt.
The panic that had clutched your heart recedes. Your anxiety releases its grip on you.Â
âYouâre not hurt?âÂ
âNo, bub. Iâm fine. Sorry for the clown. He offered to help and IâŚâ
You shake your head and smile at him, hesitantly you take a step forward. When youâre close enough he hands them your way. âI have it on good authority, theyâre your favourites.â
âThey are.â
âI wanna give you what you deserve, sweetheart.â He starts, it's like heâs rehearsed it in his head. Little do you know it's all his thought about for the past three weeks. âYou deserve more than a romp in the woods, or an alley.âÂ
He seems to cringe at this before continuing.
âIâm not like the other guy. He was a goddamn anchor being, hero through and through from what I hear about him. Iâm angry, I kill people and I drink too goddamn much, but when you look at me, I feel like I could be him.â For the first time, it is him that takes your hand in his much larger one. âDo you know how jealous of that asshole I am, Bub? That he got you first? That he got to have your uncomplicated love. If youâd been older in my timeline, I would'veâ met you first, I wouldnât have looked twice at another and Iâd have fallen for you the second you looked up at me from beneath those eyelashes, how could I not when everything about you is so easy to love?âÂ
Youâve always been a crier, and this is no different. The man is stamping down every single one of your insecurities, reassuring you as you go. Making you feel more loved then youâve ever felt before.
âI adore you. From your crappy cooking-â
â-Hey.â
âYour porny books you think I donât see, to the way you cry at movies, how much you love our daughter. I fuckinâ love you Y/N. Its messy and complicated, Iâm not sure if you could-â
In a total role reversal it is you who cuts him off, grabbing his face in your palms and dragging his face down to yours. Your mouths join for the first time in weeks, it is hot and full of desire and love. It's like the two of you are releasing all of your tension into this kiss, finally the air has been cleared and it's rejuvenating.Â
You press your forehead to his, gasping for breath as his kisses steal the air from your lungs.
âLo, I guarantee every version of me loves you, even if you were too blind to see it in your world.âÂ
âYou were a married woman in my world, bub.â
You gasp theatrically. âAdulturerer.â
âYouâve spent too much time with that fuckinâ idiot.â He kisses your lips, though you donât let it turn into anything deeper, as you pull back rubbing your nose against his.Â
âFornicator.âÂ
âtch⌠stop.â He groans, grabbing your ass pulling you into his bulge, you bite his lip with a giggle. âWhy do you have these lined up?â
He never gets his answer as he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his back and carries you through to the bedroom. You pull away from his mouth, looking over to the set dinner table.
âThe food⌠you went to all that effort!â He is kissing your neck, nipping and lathering the bites with his tongue.Â
âCanât cook for shit, darlinâ. Itâs take out, we can heat it up. Iâm hungry for your fuckinâ sweet cunt right now. â
Your lower stomach clenches at his positively filthy words, you join your lips back to his. His teeth nip at your lip as he plunges his tongue into your mouth, running the tip along your teeth.Â
Before there had been need, but now, youâre both desperate. Youâve had a mere taste of what the other has to offer and now youâve starved yourself for months.Â
âNot gonnaâ last long on the first, darlinâ.â He groans into your mouth as your hand works its way into his pants. He is eager as he throws you back onto the bed and is already working at peeling your black jeans down your legs. âThose fuckinâ shorts you sleep in, fuck. Iâve been dreaminâ about buryinâ myself in yaâ for weeks.â
âPlease, Lo.â Youâre not sure what youâre already begging for but you are desperate. Youâre left in your uniform tee and panties, as he slowly unbuttons his button down, slowly revealing the white undershirt beneath. Youâve never found collarbones particularly attractive, but the tanned skin stretched across his is quite frankly delectable.Â
You pull your shirt over your head, all too eager to be rid of the reminder of the job you should by all rights be at right now. Your bra is quick to follow.
âThose gorgeous tits, been thinking of these every fucking night.â You groan at his admission. He himself is shirtless, you have half a mind to return the same complement as your hands brush against his perfectly sculpted pecs.Â
This man was the perfect specimen, it was unfair, t shirts should be outlawed for him. He grabs the waistband of your panties.Â
âSniktâ and a rip sound and you are utterly bare before him, laying across Wadeâs bed.Â
Those gorgeous strong hands trace the planes of your body, circling your nipples before his mouth takes their place.Â
He groans as his hands descend to your core. âAll this for me? Iâm gonnaâ fuckinâ slide in, Baby.âÂ
And he does, two fingers push through your tight slick opening, three weeks of foreplay have left you soaking wet and wanting. How can you live with a man who looks the way he does, who consistently works out in the living room shirtless and not have the ocean in your panties.Â
It seems Logan has had all he can take as he slides a third finger in, pumping it in and out of you, rubbing at your clit with his thumb. Gasping you grab at your sheets desperate to anchor yourself.Â
He kisses up your breast, lavishing your chest in kisses and bites. Never enough to leave a mark but just enough to excite you.Â
When heâs at your neck he leans in, whispering into your ear. âIâm gonna fuckinâ ruin that pussy.â
You canât help it, maybe youâre a whore for this man, but you donât fucking care. Your legs part even further on the bed.
âPlease, Logan. I need you to fuck me.â
He grins savagely, pushing his already undone belt and jeans down his hips. Heâs back up and claiming your mouth, your legs wrapped around his ass, pulling you down to him before he knows it.Â
One hand is bearing his weight as the other disappears, he lines himself up at your entrance, the head of his cock breaching your folds. Heâs thick, thicker than you remember, but there isnât any discomfort this time. He settles for a moment, his forehead against yours. His mouth dips to join your lips, his tongue lashing out and fucking your mouth as his hips leap forward spearing you on his cock. The bed creaks with the power of his hips as he fucks you hard into the matress.Â
Skin slapping on skin is all that can be heard as he readjusts onto his knees, heâs desperate to be as deep as possible and you need the same thing.Â
âLo-â
âI know, darlinâ.â He grabs your waist, lifting you as if you weigh nothing at all and flips you over. Suddenly youâre astride him, your knees either side of his hips as his head rests in the pillows.Â
His eyes are distracted by your tits as he smirks, happy with the view.Â
You ache for him, so you reach down, lining his thick purple headed member with your core before you sink down in one stroke, his extended groan absolutely wrecks you as his big hands come to rest on the meat of your hips.Â
You rest your hands on his amply hair covered chest, using his pecs as leverage before you raise your hips before slamming back down and bottoming him out.Â
Heâs so deep inside you, the tip of him must be brushing your goddamn cervix as you raise yourself once more, until he almost slips out before meeting his hips once more.Â
Loganâs strength never fails to surprise you as his hands follow your lead yet help lift you through the manoeuvre.Â
Youâre bouncing on his cock, quick rise and fall sporadically grinding your clit deliciously into his pelvis.Â
Logan feels fucking amazing inside of you, maybe its been the buildup of weeks but you find yourself heading towards the dive faster than ever before.Â
âRide my cock,sweetheart. Thatâs it, make yourself feel good.â
Gasping at his words and the change of position as he sits up, wrapping his arms around you and claiming your mouth. The second you find the angle that feels amazing against your clit, you hit it again and again, grinding hard against him.
âLo - Iâm gonna ⌠Iâm gonna -â You crash before you can get the words out, your toes curl by his knees and your whole body seizes in ecstasy. The world feels right as the stars appear behind your eyes.
The world stopped for you for a moment but not for Logan. He has bought his knees up and is pistoning his hips into your contorting body. Heâs holding you against him, groaning into your neck as he continues to fuck your clenching pussy relentlessly.
âOh fuck ⌠your so fucking tight. Fucking perfect cunt- made - for - me.â He growls into your neck, but youâre too cock drunk to hear it properly, as he frantically thrusts his powerful hips up and into you.Â
âWhere? â He pulls back, never slowing his hips as he grabs your cheeks with one hand. Your sweat laden face, vacant and looking back at him, your cunt hasnât stopped clenching around him as he plunders your depths, his voice is strained as he asks again âDarlinâ...you gotta ⌠tell me ⌠where?â
â...inside, Lo. Please come inside meâŚâ Your so overstimulated, you could cry. The sound of his balls slapping against skin as he thrusts upwards deep inside of you, whilst he pulls your body down. Heâs so fucking deep inside of you, your pussy squelching from a mixture of precum and your arousal.
With another string of lewd words heâs coming hard, Loganâs head has fallen back against the headboard exposing the thick chords of muscle, you can't help sinking your teeth into it, you dip your hand and rub at your clit clumsily, youâre so fucking overstimulated from watching him you follow him over the precipice once more, giving him an insanely tight sheath to come in.Â
âThatâs it, take it all, sweetheartâ He groans as he continues to slowly pump his seed deep within you
Gasping you fall slack in his arms, your bones are jelly and your muscles ache, you really are a pillow princess.Â
âStill with me?â You manage to nod your clammy forehead against his pec, you currently have your cheek squished against. He chuckles, as he lies back against the pillows, leaving his cock still inside of you, you can feel him leaking out of you as he softens a little, recovering for what you imagine will be another enthusiastic round if history is a teacher.Â
You are utterly fucked out as you lie on his chest, listening to his breath with his cum slowly leaking from your abused hole.Â
The two of you have never needed words, you lie against his chest, the hands you adore so much, come out to stroke your hair.
Rubbing soothingly at your scalp before running his calloused fingers through the locks and repeating.Â
When youâve finally gathered enough strength you lean on your hands, looking up at him.
âWelcome back, bub.â
âHello.â You smile shyly, like you hadnât just sunk your canines into his neck whilst wantonly riding his cock to oblivion.Â
âYou okay?â He asks, his hand rising to stroke your swollen bottom lip.
âSomeone fucked me brain dead - but yeah, Iâm good.â You smirk, nipping at his thumb.
He grins wolfishly and chuckles with his whole body, the movement causes his cock to move inside of you. Slowly you feel him hardening once more.
âYou can still talk, Darlinâ. Means I havenât done my job properly.â The predatory gaze in his eyes excites and scares you in equal parts. Though youâre probably asking for trouble when you take his thumb back in your mouth.Â
It's light outside when you finally have to tap out.Â
Your pussy is aching, your ass is stinging from the new sensation, your jaw throbs and your entire body is boneless.Â
You canât quite catch your breath and your cunt is leaking so much cum, that youâre probably 10% Logan at this point.Â
The Wolverine has utterly devoured you, making up for three weeks of torment in one night. Though heâs not all bad as he feeds you noodles from chopsticks as you lay on his muscled hair laden thighs.Â
When Logan had suggested food, youâd had to stop him from eating Wontons from your belly button as none of your holes were currently operational.Â
The two of you have dressed, though that is a strong use of the word as youâre wearing only his button down and him only his underwear.Â
Youâre lazing on the couch watching reruns of Friends as your bed sorely needs fresh sheets and a new base. Poor Wade, youâd have to replace it before you move out. Like he could read your mind, Logan begins.Â
âI found a new place, its nothing fancy but its got four walls and no roommates.â You smile at him around your mouthful of noodles as he takes his own bite.
Sitting up you smile. âThatâs great news, Lo.â
âI uh- wanted to see, if youâd wanna come with me.â
You canât help your grin.Â
fin.
I am currently posting this at the airport before my flight. I love you all! đ
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Bakugo with the kids >:3 (bakugo x fem!reader)
This post was possible bc of @shima707 they commented on my bkg dad post for more so i decided to write more :D
"Daddy, Shoko's cryin' again." Mayako says shaking her father. Katsuki usually sleeps in on Sundays with you by his side but for some reason he's waking up upon the fact that the newest addition to the family is crying.
"Where's mommy at? Tell her to get Shoko." He mumbles under the covers. Mayako gets off the bed to open the blackout curtains which causes Katsuki to groan loudly.
"I looked for mommy but she's not here!!" Katsuki perks up at those words, where could you be early on a Sunday morning?
"She's not here? That's weird, she woulda told me if she was goin' somewhere." Mayako glares at her father, it's actually pretty ironic. Katsuki feels like he's staring at himself.
Your blond husband rises from bed to brush his teeth, this was not how he imagined his day would start.
"Can you get one of Shoko's clean bottles off the rack, Maya?" he asks between brushes.
"Mommy already made a bottle for her its in the fridge left with a note to warm it up." Katsuki finds it strange that you left without saying anything. The hero jogs his memory trying to remember if you said anything about going out on Sunday.
Once he's freshened up, he makes his way to the nursery with Mayako by his side like a little assistant or something.
"Your brothers 'wake yet?" He asks opening the nursery door, he is met by loud cries from his little one.
"I think Kaien is awake, not sure about Kitaro." Katsuki nods, he picks up his daughter with his washed hands. He wanted all of his kids to have K names like him but you argued it'd be too confusing. You agreed on both your sons having K names but you named Shoko and Mayako.
"Alright Shoko, that's enough crying." She's only about four months old which means aside from eating, pooping and peeing, crying is all she can really do. He cradles her and puts the bottle in her mouth. The cries stop immediately and she sucks on the bottle harshly.
"Daddy, please don't get mommy pregnant anymore. I'm tired of hearing crying everyday." She admits in a tired tone as if she's the one who cares for all the children. She does contribute to her siblings care though.
"Hah? I hafta hear crying every day, more than you did and how do you even know I'm the reason mommy has babies?" He's shocked to say the least, Mayako is only nine.
"Well for one mommy was always like 'I swear on my life all that man wants to do is get me pregnant' or 'I'm not having anymore of his kids after this one' so I asked Aunty Mina what she was talking about and she gave me as she called it 'a watered down version of how babies are made'." Mayako explained to her father. He should've known it was Mina.
He switched Shoko's postion so he could burp her, then he realized he needed her towel or he'd have spit up on his shirt.
"'N what exactly did Mina say?" He completely ignores that fact that you've complained about pregnancy, he's heard it all before. Whatever Mina told his daughter was something ridiculous he already knew it.
"She said that you slid your hotdog into mommy's bun and the mayo created a baby hotdog." Katsuki cringes hard. Out of all the things Mina could have told his daughter it had to be that.
"I hate that idiot so much." He mumbles. Shoko gives a good burp and a few coos. Katsuki adores the fact that Shoko has your eyes and your nose.
"Go tell Kaien to brush, Kitaro too if he's 'wake." Mayako gives a silent nod and stomps out of the nursery. Katsuki predicts that Kaien will come crying in a little bit, he and his sister clash often due to Mayako's firey temper and his softness.
He's determined to change Shoko's diaper and clothes before Kaien comes in crying.
Katsuki gets lucky and is able to start breakfast when Kaien comes crying in the kitchen. "Daddy, Mayako's being mean. I hate her!" He yells folding his arms.
"Woah kid, we don't say hate. Especially not about family." Katsuki says, he's in his 'Kiss the chef' apron in courtesy of you.
"You say hate all the time!" Kaien argues, and well, he's right. Katsuki doesn't want his child outsmarting him, though.
"That's cuz I'ma grown up." It's the best thing he can come up with at the moment. A father of four with his wife away can only do so much. He's got Shoko strapped to his chest while he's cooking.
Katsuki gets no respond from his son, so it's time to do some digging.
"What did your sister do, Kaien?" He was not at all prepared for Kaien's answer, he expected that she was bossing him around or something.
"S-she said that I can't use the spicy toothpaste because I'm a baby!" Spicy toothpaste? Oh, he must mean the mint toothpaste.
"What did you tell her?" He quickly scarmbles the eggs with the cooking chopsticks.
"I told her six isn't a baby and she said it is." Katsuki almost laughed, not at Kaien. It's just that cute little pout he has on his face.
"Maya-"
"Yeah?" She responds before her father can finish calling her name. He had a sneaking suspicion that she was lurking around the corner waiting to interject and say that her brother was wrong.
"Why can't Kaien use the spicy toothpaste?" The eggs are done so he plates them and checks on the rice. Shoko was drooling all over his collarbone even with her baby towel.
"Cuz he's only six, he should use the kid toothpaste." She says in her 'as-a-matter-of-fact' voice.
"Are you Kaien's ma?" Katsuki asks, he doesn't miss a beat while chopping the spring onions.
"No but-"
"Aht, no buts. You're not his ma so you can't go around telling him what to do. Unless of course, you're babysitting 'em." He sets the chopped onions aside and puts the rice and eggs into bowls. He makes sure all the servings are equal or he'll get complaints from his mini critiques.
"Mkay." She's sour right now.
"Where's Kitaro?" Katsuki garnishes the the food and sets it on the table.
"We both tried to wake him up but he kept saying he was tired." Mayako comments and sits in her normal spot.
"Ain't nothing for him to be tired for, he's eight." Mayako shrugs at her father's words and says thanks for the food. She and Kaien dig in.
Katsuki heads up the stairs, Shoko still strapped to him. His eyes scan the hallway and it's covered in toys. The blond makes a mental note for his kids to clean up later.
He walks over toys to reach Kitaro's room, the door's closed which isn't normal. You enforced the 'no closed doors' rule, unless someone's in the bathroom or changing.
He opens it half expecting Kitaro to be doing something bad. Instead the eight year old is snoring like he hasn't slept in years.
"Get up kid, time to eat. Go brush." He shakes Kitaro.
He just groans, pulls his covers over his head, and yawns.
"I'm tired." Katsuki raises a brow.
"Tired from what?" Once again, Kitaro's only eight, he can't be doing anything that energy consuming.
"Video games." He mumbles from under the covers.
"Tch, 's why you don't needta be playin' them. I don't know why that old hag got you a gaming system." Kitaro is sluggish getting out of the bed. Katsuki's watching him like a hawk. He watched him all the way until he was at the table.
He sees you sitting with Kaien in your lap eating some of his food because he's not likely to finish it.
"There's my baby girl!" You coo to Shoko. Katsuki undoes the baby carrier and takes her out of it. Those ruby red eyes scan your body for any indication of your activities this morning.
"Where have you been all mornin'?" Shoko babbles while Katsuki starts eating breakfast.
"I went to the gym, I'm trying to lose baby weight." You explain with a small smile.
"Tch, why's it matter? I'm your man 'n I like you the way you are." He never understood why you were so insecure.
"I'm not doing it for anyone besides myself." Kaien whines when you pick at his eggs.
"You aren't gonna eat them, little boy." You boop his nose and he tries to bite your finger.
"Too slow, Kai." He pouts, and it looks just like when Katsuki pouts.
"Why didn't ya tell me you were leavin'?" He huffs.
"Cuz you'd tell me I look good and convince me to stay." You're met by his silence which tells you you're right.
"Date night?" Katsuki asks with a sly smirk.
"No more babies!" Mayako protests.
"I agree- wait how do you-?!"
"Mina." Your husband and eldest daughter say at the same time.
"Oh I love her." It doesn't take a genius to know Mina probably told her some crazy watered down version of sex.
"Ki, hon, you look tired." He yawns at your words.
"He stayed up all night on that gaming system the old hag gave him." Your eyes widen.
"Katsuki! Your mom is not the 'h word' and I've been meaning to put parental controls on that thing." He rolls his eyes at your pg language when you normally have the mouth of a sailor when the kids aren't around.
"Whatever." The hero scoffs.
"Love you too, Kats!" You wink at him obnoxiously and he groans.
Thanks shima707 for giving me the motivation to write more, and I'm glad you enjoyed the first part! Love you guys and see ya next time <3
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Aemond Targaryen - Hidden Affairs
Summary -Â Raised as the sheltered daughter, she yearns for freedom from her family's protective embrace. Evading her guards becomes a thrilling escape until a chance encounter with her uncle Aemond sparks illicit desires amidst the secluded alleys of King's Landing.
Pairing -Â Aemond Targaryen x Strong reader
Warnings -Â Sexual content (hickeys)
Word count - 2067
Masterlist for Aemond ⢠House of the Dragon General Masterlist
Rhaenyra Targaryen and Harwin Strong had only one daughter together, the younger sister of Jace and the older sister of Luke and Joffrey. This familial position meant I was both cherished and protected, sometimes excessively so.
"Princess, stop running," commanded the guard, his tone stern, yet I couldn't help but laugh and glance over my shoulder, having no intentions of stopping.Â
As the youngest daughter and sole sister in my family, their protectiveness knew no bounds.
I cherished their concern, but sometimes it smothered me. That's why I often found myself darting through alleyways and side streets, evading my guards.Â
The streets of King's Landing became my playground, here, amidst the cries of vendors and the whispers of beggars, I tested my limits, savouring the bitter-sweet taste of freedom, so different from the sterile air of the Keep.
If my mother, father, or my brothers knew of my escapades, I'd undoubtedly face their wrath. Yet, all I craved were a few fleeting moments of freedom.
Down a narrow lane, I made a sharp turn and collided with a solid mass that nearly sent me sprawling. Strong arms encircled my waist, steadying me. Without hesitation, I manoeuvred behind my rescuer, shielding myself from the approaching guard.
"Niece," a familiar voice greeted. Looking up, I saw my uncle, unmistakable despite the eye patch.Â
"Uncle," I breathed, my voice softening as a smile tugged at my lips. I stepped back, feeling a strange mix of relief and unease.
"Seems you've outpaced your guards once again," he observed, straightening himself. I chuckled softly.
"It's a habit I've yet to break over the years," I confessed, glancing briefly at the patch covering his eye, the same eye my younger brother had taken.
"It has been too long," I remarked, attempting to shift the focus.
"Far too long," he agreed, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.
Aemond Targaryen, my mother's half-brother, had always been a figure of complexity in my life.
Footsteps echoed behind us, growing louder. Aemond glanced over his shoulder, his expression resigned. Then, without hesitation, he took my hand.
"Come," he said, his grip firm as he led me deeper into the labyrinth of alleys and streets. His hand, rough and calloused from years of swordsmanship, felt reassuringly strong.
We stopped running eventually, seeking refuge in the quiet embrace of a secluded alley. Beyond the distant hum of market activity, we were alone.Â
My chest heaved with exertion, each breath a struggle to steady myself.
Aemond stood against the opposite wall, his sharp features softened by the shadows. For a moment, the world outside our little hideaway ceased to exist.
Aemond's gaze swept over me slowly, lingering on the rise and fall of my chest before drifting downward with deliberate intensity.Â
Every inch of my skin seemed to burn under his scrutiny, his gaze was intense, causing me to press my back against the cool stone wall, feeling its rough texture against my skin.
He took a slight step back, creating space between us.Â
"You've grown," he remarked, his voice low, sending a shiver down my spine. The corners of his mouth lifted in a familiar, teasing smile that brought back memories of our years past.
"So have you," I replied, unable to hide the flutter in my pulse.
His chuckle resonated through the narrow alley, a sound that was both comforting and thrilling. It was as if no time had passed between us, despite the years that had stretched out since our last meeting.
The moments we had shared in the past, filled with laughter and mischief, seemed to surface with his every word and gesture.
"Tell me, dear niece," he asked, his tone turning more serious as he shifted the conversation away from pleasantries, "what brings your family here? I wasn't informed of any visitors."
I began to explain the succession matters concerning Driftmark, the tense negotiations, and the family discussions that had brought us to King's Landing. However, his attention seemed elsewhere.
His gaze was fixed on my face as if trying to capture every detail he had missed over the years. His intense scrutiny made my heart race, and I found it difficult to maintain my composure.
"Aemond," I murmured softly, the sound barely audible over the distant noise of the city. His name on my lips felt both familiar and new, a reminder of the bond we shared as family yet tinged with a hint of something more.
"Yes, my dear sweet niece?" he replied, his voice tender, his gaze unwavering.Â
I felt a blush rising in response to his unabashed scrutiny, the warmth spreading across my cheeks. The intensity of his stare was like a flame, igniting emotions I had tried to keep buried.
"You're staring," I whispered, though the flutter in my voice betrayed my amusement.Â
Aemond's smirk widened as he closed the remaining distance between us, taking a step towards me, until our bodies pressed together, his warmth enveloping me. I couldn't help but worry that he might feel the frantic rhythm of my heart beneath my chest.
His left hand traced a path up my arm, fingers intertwining with mine. The sensation was electric, sending tingles through my skin.
Meanwhile, his right hand grazed the side of my face, trailing delicately along my jawline, his thumb gently brushing over my lips. The touch was both tender and possessive, a silent claim that left me breathless.Â
The sensation weakened my knees, and I struggled to compose myself.
"How could I not?" he murmured, his breath warm against my ear as he dipped his head closer. His proximity was intoxicating, his scent a mix of leather and something uniquely him.
Every rational thought, every instinct I had ever been taught, screamed that this was forbidden, an act that could unravel everything we knew but my heart, traitorous and wild, refused to listen, and instead, I found myself leaning into him, craving the forbidden comfort of his touch.
Just as the tension between us peaked, the sound of approaching footsteps shattered our intimate moment.
"Prince Aemond," a voice called out, jolting me back to reality. I reluctantly pushed him away, turning to face a man standing at a distance, uncertainty written across his features.
"Princess?" he ventured cautiously, his eyes flickering between us.
"I apologize, are we in your way?" I stammered, feeling the weight of the situation settling on my shoulders. Glancing at Aemond, who wore an amused smirk, I attempted to diffuse the tension.
"Yes," the man began tentatively, then corrected himself hurriedly, "No, I apologize." His fear was palpable, and I softened at his obvious discomfort.
"It's quite alright," I reassured him gently, trying to ease his nerves. He nodded gratefully, lowering his head before swiftly passing us by.
As he disappeared down the alley, I turned back to Aemond, a maelstrom of emotions swirling within me, guilt, desire, and the lingering warmth of his touch.
I heard Aemond's laughter, and I cleared my throat, attempting to regain composure.Â
"This is not a laughing matter," I managed to stumble out, but his laughter only grew louder, echoing off the alley walls.
Sighing in frustration, I moved to step away when his hand gripped my arm firmly.Â
"Aemond, please," I pleaded, but he tutted softly.Â
"It's alright," he reassured me, guiding me back against the stone wall with gentle insistence.
He stood before me once more, closer than before, his presence overwhelming. My stomach churned with nervousness and butterflies fluttered wildly within me at his proximity.
"Aemond," I repeated, my voice barely a whisper this time, but he silenced me with a tender touch, his hand cupping my cheek as I involuntarily leaned into his caress.Â
Simultaneously, his other hand snaked around my waist, pulling me closer.
"Hush," he whispered against my lips, his breath warm against my skin as he leaned in and kissed me. Our lips moved in perfect rhythm, the kiss both sweet and passionate, igniting a fire within me.
His hand trailed up my side, fingers brushing gently over my skin before cupping my breast. I couldn't suppress a soft moan, which only seemed to encourage him, his smile evident against my lips.
"Aemond, please," I pleaded again, unsure of what I was asking for as his touch sent a rush of conflicting emotions through me.
"Say my name again," he murmured huskily against my lips, and I sighed, tangling my fingers in his hair.
"Say it," he urged, withdrawing his hand from my cheek to press against my back, pulling me even closer to him.
His lips moved down my neck, he began sucking on my skin tenderly, his breath warm and tantalizing. I felt a rush of heat and desire, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
"Aemond," I murmured, my voice catching as he found a particularly sensitive spot. His lips and tongue worked in perfect harmony, creating a sensation that was both thrilling and achingly intimate.
He paused for a moment, his breath hot against the damp skin of my neck.Â
"You taste like heaven," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.Â
His words sent another wave of heat through me, and I arched my neck, offering him more of the tender skin that he seemed intent on marking as his own.
As he resumed sucking, I felt the pressure intensify. His tongue swirled, and his teeth grazed my skin lightly. I gasped, the sensation bordering on pain but underscored by a pleasure that left me breathless. All that mattered was the feel of his mouth on my skin and the passion that flared between us.
"Please," I pleaded softly, though I wasn't entirely sure what I was asking for. Perhaps I wanted him to stop before we were caught, or maybe I wanted him to keep going, to lose ourselves completely in each other.
His right hand, which had been resting on my back, slid lower, tracing the curve of my hip. His left hand still cradled my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin tenderly.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice a mixture of teasing and genuine curiosity.
"No," I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice, thick with longing. "Don't stop."
He chuckled softly, a sound that vibrated against my neck.
"Good," he murmured, his lips trailing back up to my ear. "Because I don't intend to."
With renewed fervour, he resumed sucking and licking at the delicate skin of my neck. I could feel the bruise forming, the skin tender and sensitive under his attention.
The knowledge that he was marking me, that I would carry a piece of him with me even when we were apart, filled me with a heady sense of belonging.
Just as I felt myself slipping further into the intoxicating haze of desire, the sound of approaching footsteps shattered our intimate bubble.
Aemond pulled back abruptly, his eyes dark with a mix of frustration and regret. I reluctantly stepped away from him, turning to face the approaching figure and covering my neck with my hair.
"Princess!" one of the guards exclaimed with evident relief, his face breaking into a smile as Ser Lewyn and a couple of others caught up with him.
"Ser Lewyn," I greeted warmly, acknowledging their presence.
"We should return to the Keep," Ser Lewyn stated decisively, moving towards me with a sense of duty.
"I suppose we can now," I replied, brushing my fingers over my lips as Aemond smirked knowingly beside me.
"Prince Aemond, will you be joining us?" one of the guards inquired, prompting Aemond to nod in agreement. "I should greet my nephews, it's been quite some time," he added.
"Very well," Ser Lewyn acquiesced as I began to walk, feeling a twinge of amusement.
"Ser Lewyn, you ought not to worry as much. I fear it may be affecting your health," I teased lightly, earning a sigh from the guard in question.
"I will, Princess, once you stop eluding your guards," he replied with a wry smile, causing Aemond to chuckle.
My expression turned somewhat serious. "I suppose we won't mention this to my mother or brothers," I remarked, addressing Ser Lewyn but keeping my gaze on Aemond.
"I believe that's the wisest course of action," Aemond interjected smoothly, understanding the unspoken agreement between us.
"Indeed it is Princess," Ser Lewyn replied. "We are fortunate that you encountered the Prince, he managed to keep you both safe and occupied," he added.
Aemond smirked, mouthing the words 'safe and occupied' to me, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
For now, this moment would remain ours alone.
A/n -Â Very safe... very occupied indeedÂ
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