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[carmenized-onions]

HOOOOOUUUUUHHGVGBBBB HOLY SHIIT BRO one the best (OF MANY) chapters imo

He FINALLY saw the art!!! And also rats off to Syd and Richie for keeping Carm in line omfg

I love how Chichi and Unc are bein' little shits!!!

ONE OF THE BEST ?!?!?!?! that really does mean a lot

TOOK CARMY A MINUTE BUT HE FINALLY GOT TO SEE IT, i went with carmen 'indecisive' berzatto and decided that it would be like, opening the envelope, so to speak, so if anyone had to open that painting, it had to be chip themselves

Cheech in my heart of hearts was like, the VIOLENTLY weed riddled older cousin in the backrooms, in The Beefs family dynamic, i couldn't not make that happen

[strang3lov3]

I suck so bad at remembering names of fics, bur names of fics with an authors name is a hard time in my brain but MALL RATS?? By STRANG3LOV3?? That shits ingrained in my fucking skull so thank you!!!!

LMAO ohh gosh! What a relic of a fic, huh? I’m glad you love it 🥰 those horny assholes will always be special to me. Ty for your ask, hunny ❤️

[violetrainbow412-blog]

I LEGIT FOUND INKHEART AND INKSPELL AT AN OPSHOP TODAY AND BOUGHT EM BOTH FOR 6 BUCKS!!!!!! Tried to find inkdeath but alas, wasn't there

How cool!! My books are already like 8 years old, but the memory is still alive as if no time had passed.

[whatinthebuck]

Unspoken truth

Summary: Buck and the reader are best friends who secretly like each other but won’t admit it until one night 

Word count: 1546

 Author's notes: I haven't written since the beginning of this year so it might be a little awkward at the smut part. And my request are open! Lmk on the things I should work on for my future stories

Taglist: @silas-aeiou —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Buck looked up at all of the windows to all of the different apartments before he took a deep breath and started to walk inside towards yours. He knocked on your apartment door hoping you would answer since it was 2 am. After a minute or so he was about to leave thinking you weren't up before you opened the door. 

“Buck? What are you doing here at 2 am?” 

“Hey, sorry were you asleep?”

“Yeah I was. I just got home like an hour ago but come inside” you say. Opening the door wider for him to walk inside. 

“Okay great” He said as he awkwardly put his hands in his pockets and walks inside/

“Soo I couldn’t sleep” he repeated softley, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“Yeah I would be concerned if you did come here to sleep” you joked 

He laughs and you laugh along with him as things become silent but in a comforting way. The kind that only exists between close friends. 

He leans against the wall in the walkway so you mimic him doing the same but on the opposite wall of him. 

As they stood in the dimly lit hallway, the soft hum of the refrigerator was the only thing breaking the silence. He leaned against the wall, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of nervousness and warmth. 

She felt her heart racing, wondering if he could hear it.  

The moonlight peaking through the curtains in the window at the end of the hall casting a soft glow on both of their faces. She noticed a soft blush on his cheeks and wondered if he had noticed hers. 

They had known each other for years, but lately things started to feel like something changed. 

This moment felt different, charged with unspoken words and hidden feelings. 

He shifted slightly before speaking again. 

“Do you ever think about……….. Us?” he asked, his voice hesitant. 

“What about us?’ 

“I don't know like there's something more. Like we're meant to be more than just friends.” 

The silence was thick between them as her heart raced at his question. She had always had feelings for Buck but never had the courage to tell him directly. You have always tried to deny your feelings to yourself and everyone else around you,  But now under the soft glow of the moonlight, everything seemed different, more intimate. 

After what seemed like hours for buck, you answered “Yes.” your voice barely above a whisper. “I do think about us. More than I should. And it’s not in a way best friends should be thinking about each other.”

His eyes widened slightly as he thought about your words. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. All this time he had been hiding the same feelings but he assumed you thought of him as a friend and nothing more. 

“You…You do?” Buck said softly as a million thoughts raced through his mind.

He pushed away from the wall and slowly walked over to where you were standing, still leaving a little bit of distance just in case he was misreading the conversation. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You look up towards buck 

“I was scared that you didn’t feel the same way.” Buck said avoiding eye contact. Instead he distracted himself by running his fingers up and down your arm gently, his eyes following the motion of his hands. 

You could sense how nervous he was so you decided to take the lead by grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his. While you do that you bring yourself off the wall and close the distance between you two. Buck’s eyes look into yours before he looks at your lips and back to your eyes. He hesitantly leans down towards you, his hand going to your chin to lift your head up so he has more access to your lips. He paused half way there and his eyes were on you waiting for you to make the next move. You wrap your arms around his neck and bring him down to kiss you. 

First the kiss was gentle, saying the things you and buck haven't said. After you guys pulled away to catch your breath. Buck then leans in again and kisses you more desperately than the first kiss. You know what he wants, and you decide you don't want to wait any longer. You tilt your head to the side and kiss him back just as desperately as he was. Buck takes this as a good sign and he moves his arms around you and moves his hands up and down your body over your clothes. As the kiss becomes more eager he picks you up by the back of your thighs and carries you to your bedroom. 

Laughing you hold onto him so you won't fall as he walks up the stairs.

 “Don't drop me” 

“Not a chance” he said with a smirk on his face 

Buck sets you down gently on the bed before climbing on top of you and continuing the makeout session you guys had before you guys went upstairs. Your hands went under his shirt dragging your nails up his chest. He got the hint and took the shirt off and went back to hovering over you. Buck kissed you from your lips making his way down to the side of your neck. As buck was doing that you were running your hands everywhere he would let you. Buck pulled back. You got what he was saying with one look so you sat up, taking your shirt off. You reached your hands back to buck’s face and pulled him back down to your lips. Both of you smiled into the kiss. 

Buck moved his head to where he previously left purple bruises on your neck, he kissed over them gently knowing they were probably getting sore. He kissed his way down your body. 

Starting with your lips, making his way down to your neck, then to your breast. Giving each one the same amount of attention before kissing a path down in between them. Taking his time to kiss your stomach before leaning back to take off the shorts to your pajama set, taking off your underwear with it. He then kissed your hip then he moved his lips to the inside of your thighs. You sat up on your elbows to look at him. Buck made eye contact with you before wrapping his arms around your thighs and going to the place you needed him the most. 

When you felt his lips suck at your clit, you leaned back against the pillows not knowing where to put your hands so you were moving your hands from the sheets to the pillow then back down to the sheets under you. Buck stopped and before you could ask him what’s wrong he grabbed your hands and put it in his hair then went back to what he was doing. 

“Buck” you whisper breathlessly as your hands pulled his hair slightly, pushing him closer into you. Your breathing quickened as you got closer to your climax. Buck took two fingers and slowly started a steady rhythm. 

“It's okay just breathe. Breathe for me.” Buck said in a seductive tone. 

Your back arched up as you reached your climax with a moan. Buck climbed back up to your face hovering over you. He was about to speak but before he got a word out you pulled him down to kiss you. While doing that you reached your hand down to his sweatpants and pulled the band towards you which made the band snap back against his skin.

You pulled back “I want these off” 

Buck smiled before getting up and taking off his pants along with his underwear before slowly climbing back on the bed.  As buck hovered over you again he asked “Are you sure? We don’t have to do more than what we just did, I mean i’m more than okay with just stop here- he started to speak nervously. 

You pull him down to kiss him gently before stopping and saying “I'm more sure than i've ever been about anything else.”

Buck chucked before kissing your lips before kissing down to your cheeks and to your neck while he pressed himself to your entrance. You gasped softly as buck slowly entered inch by inch. Once he was settled he groaned and put his head down in between your shoulder and your neck.

“Tell me when you're ready for me to move” Buck said in between kisses on your neck. 

“i’m ready” 

Buck moved his hips back before slowly bringing them back trying to find a rhythm that both he and you liked. 

Your hands went to his back from underneath him, leaving scratch marks on his back. Both of you knew there would be questions about it from your co-workers but they would be dealt with when the time came. 

Buck lifted his head from your neck and went to capture your lips with his. Kissing as he still moved in and out of you at a faster pace than before, chasing after both of your highs. 

The night was filled with groans and soft moans from the both of you. 

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Peaches

Pairing: Jack Reacher x Reader

Word count: 5k

Notes: So… this is my first Reacher fic, I literally could not have done this without @silas-aeiou like bruh I would have done SO BADLY

“You do somethin’ different with your hair?” 

You look up from your desk, blinking slowly at the literal Hulk Jr. in front of you. Reacher goes to sit across from you; he makes the comfy chair look like it was made for a doll. 

“U-uh… yeah. Yeah I just- I’m trying a different mousse” 

“It works for you! Makes your curls really bouncy” 

You can’t help the light blush on your cheeks as you beam and turn away from your computer “That’s what I thought!!” 

Reacher had made it a sort of habit to come drop in on you, ever since Finlay had sent him down to get a copy of a report from you because he just needed five freaking minutes to himself. 

He replayed that moment in his head often because how could he not? You were standing precariously on a spinning chair-

Which, rule #1: Don’t. 

Trying to reach for some box on the top shelf, you had gloves on your bare feet which he could only assume were to keep your tights clean… at least you’d had the sense to take off your heels. You were leaning to the left when suddenly, you know like those kinds of chairs do, the wheels slipped out from under you. 

You screamed and braced yourself to end up on one of your tables, but it didn’t happen. You sure did crash into something hard, though. It smells good, too. Your eyes slowly open, and you’re met face to face with the prettiest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. 

“H-hi” 

“Hi” 

His arm stays securely around you as he reaches up for the box you need and sets it down on the clean table. 

“Need anything else?” 

“U-uh no… no I’m- I’m good.” 

“Where are your shoes?” He hooks his arm under your legs and you yelp and wrap your arms around his neck. 

“What??” 

He tips you downward a little to point out your weirdly gloved feet.

“Shoes” 

“My office…” 

He carries you back to your office and sets you on your desk. Your shoes are off to the side and he grabs them for you. 

“Names Reacher, Detective Finlay sent me for the report on the John Doe that was brought in?” He kneels and takes off the gloves then places your shoes on your feet. He holds his hand out and helps you off the desk. He doesn’t let go until you do, and you’re finally able to really get a look at him. 

First of all, he’s freaking huge, you stagger back a little and he towers over you even in your heels. He folds his hands in front of him respectfully and you shrink down a little. He doesn’t… seem like he’s going to try anything, but you’re more than sure he could crush you with those very…very large biceps. They make shirts in that size??? 

He clears his throat and you blush, because hell yeah you’re staring and step a bit closer to him to grab the folder off your desk. 

“Uh…y-yeah I have that report. It’s- it’s not finished though I’m by myself and-“

“Can I help at all?” 

That was the day he became an assistant ME for an afternoon. You were so nervous around him. He watched your hands shaking while you filled out the report, and while he tried not to seem so… big, it didn’t really work. It took a good 45 minutes for you to finally calm down and start talking to him. 

Every time he was at the station he’d come down to your little area, sometimes he’d stay there for a bit and talk to you. You’d eventually started opening up to him the 5th time he’d come down, he put his hands on your hips and lifted you to reach a new box of gloves your colleague purposely put on the top shelf just to mess with you and you went on a mini rant.

“He’s always doing that!! I mean- I’m not that short!! Oh, so he’s five fuckin’ nine big whoop! How about I show him I’m closer to his junk!” You stomp your foot and he nods, watching you throw your tantrum. Because you were that short, especially to him. He finds himself watching the way you…bounce with every angry pace across your office. 

“You want me to take care of it for you?” He doesn’t like to get involved but for you? He’d consider it. 

You sighed and smiled a bit at him as you stopped pacing “No… I got it. But thanks for listening” You pat his hand and for the first time in a long time, he felt his heart skip a beat. 

After that? Jonathan, your coworker, made sure to always keep things on the perfect shelf for you. 

“So uh- are you busy today?” You get up from your desk, put away a couple of files, and walk around the front, hopping up on it. You cross one leg over the other and smooth out the front of your shirt. His eyes stay on your thighs for a minute before they travel lazily back up to your face. Your cheeks are pink as he shrugs. 

“Nope” 

He was, but he could blow off Finlay and Roscoe for a few hours, they probably wouldn’t care anyway. 

“Okay well uh-“ you smooth your shirt out again a nervous habit apparently that he thinks is cute. “Would you like to go out with me? Maybe we could go to lunch or dinner or something?” 

“What kind of car do you have?” 

You tilt your head quizzically and he has to keep from reaching out to stroke your plush thigh. 

“A Volks- Ohhh…” 

“Mhm, what time do you get off?” He smirks and you shrug, looking up at the clock.

“Well, now. It’s my early day, maybe I can give you my address? And you can pick me up in an hour or so?” 

He stands up out of the chair and takes a step toward you. You’d open your legs but you’re not sure they could stretch enough for him, instead, he comes closer, getting in your personal space, you can feel the heat radiating off his body, his cologne filling the small space. 

“I know where you live”

“Of course you do” You scold him playfully and he hooks his finger under your chin, titling your head up to look at him.

“I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t. Two o’clock sound good to you?”

“Mhm! Sounds perfect” Your eyes flit to his lips and right back to his eyes and he chuckles, letting you go and turning to leave. 

“See you soon”  

What the hell do you wear on a date?? 

What the hell do you wear on a casual, out-of-nowhere, I didn’t think I’d get this far, date with a man like Reacher?

It’s getting closer to two as you tug at the roots of your hair, you hiss at yourself and re-fluff your hair, because if there’s one thing you got right, it’s your hair. 

You’ve thrown at least half your closet out and the other half is coming next. You dig through the pile next to you and come up with a pair of denim short shorts.

It’ll do. 

You yank them on and fish for a nice-looking top, maybe something cute?? You’ve known Reacher for months now and you know he’s not gonna be doing any dressing up. So you just decide on a Rolling Stones t-shirt that you’d cropped a while ago. It’s a bit tattered and old but damn does it make your shorts look even cuter. 

You root around in the bottom of your closet for your cowboy boots, your dad had given them to you for Christmas years ago and they were still the best pair of shoes you owned. They withstood anything you threw at them, you dust them off and slip those on before going to the mirror.

You shoot off a picture to Neagley and wait for her to respond as you look around for a bag to use. You’re knee-deep in the mess when your phone goes off, after a hearty laugh at your cowgirl aesthetic, she tells you how cute you look. You send her back the sweetest video of you flipping her off! 

You’re busy grumbling and shoving stuff into your green bag, the one with all the pockets and patches on it when your doorbell rings. 

You snatch your phone from your bed, two o’clock exactly.

Of course, he’s on time. 

You throw the rest of your crap in and push yourself up off the floor.

“Coming!!!” 

Reacher stands outside your door, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a bunch of wildflowers he’d grabbed on the way over, roots and all. He picks at a few of the roots as he hears a weird crashing noise from inside before the door suddenly swings open. 

You brush the hair out of your face and lean awkwardly against the doorframe. 

“Hey!”

“Hey… did you- did you just fall down the stairs?” He looks over your head into your house and you pull the door shut just a little 

“….Just the last couple ones. Anyway are those for me!??” You take them from him and even if they’re a bit ridiculous you can feel your heart soaring because he’d decided to do it in the first place.

“Uh- yeah, you know, mom always said never to show up at a lady's house empty handed” 

“She’d be really proud of you” You positively beam as you step aside. “Here, come in!! I’ll put these in water and then we can go!” 

He follows you inside and shuts the door as you bounce off to the kitchen, he shamelessly watches your hips swaying in those tiny shorts. He’d never actually seen you in civilian clothing…it looks good on you. 

You grab an odd-shaped bowl you’d lost the lid to a long time ago and fill it with water from the fridge.

“These are really pretty… I like lavender!” You carefully place the roots in the bowl to keep them alive for now and turn to him. 

“So I was thinking maybe we could-“ You’re interrupted by your phone ringing, you look at it curiously before sighing.

“It’s my mom, just give me a second” 

“Take your time” 

As much as he wants, to he doesn’t eavesdrop. Instead, he just looks around your house… it’s nice, very colorful, and very put together. He likes the little tea and coffee bar you have set up, he wanders into the living room and looks over all the pictures you have around your house. 

Apparently, you were an only child unless you hate your siblings that much, he’s just pulling some book off your shelf with a blue alien on the cover when you come back in.

“So hey- what are you doing??” your heart stops in your chest and he pushes the spine back into place. 

“Nothing. What’s up?” 

You take a second to freaking breathe before crossing your arms over your chest. 

“So, I guess my mom’s school is having a bake sale? And she wanted my help and-“

“What are we making?” 

You blush and shake your head, your curls bouncing “No I couldn’t ask that of you” you laugh a little “We can just go to dinner later if you’d like” 

“I’d like to help you. I’d like to spend time with you no matter what we’re doing” 

“Really? Even if it’s making peach pies? That’s what she asked for”

“Especially if we’re making peach pies” 

You hand Reacher a notepad and a pen and start going through your cabinets and making a list of everything you’ll need to get from the store, which he’s already made sure you knew he was taking you there too, and get ready to go. You grab your bag from the chair and reach out, he hands you the notepad and you stuff it in your bag before reaching out again. He hands you the pen and you roll your eyes, putting that in your bag too before reaching out one more time.

He looks around himself, there’s nothing else you could want?? Unless you want like… a glass of water or something… 

You sigh and take his hand, pulling him from your kitchen and out front to his car. 

“His” car could fit your car at least 650 times inside it, he walks ahead of you, opening the door for you and you blink. 

“You could fit the entirety of the Miami Dolphins in here”

“I feel like that’s not true” 

You hoist yourself up into the cab and he stands behind you, making sure you don’t fall back out, as soon as you’re situated he comes around and gets in himself. He really fits the car, he fills the seat out so nicely, that you look away when he looks over at you with a smirk. 

“Buckled in?” He asks as he turns it on and you nod 

“All set” 

He backs out of the driveway and you’re off,  you feel weirdly small in the seat, your feet just barely rest on the ground when you sit back fully, you’re looking out the window when you feel his heavy hand rest on your thigh, you look over and his palm is facing upward, he doesn’t look at you but you smile anyway and take his hand, wrapping your fingers around his. 

He doesn’t let go of your hand until you pull away from him to grab a cart to push around, you hand him the list and he goes through it with you, it’s so oddly domestic in the way you’re shopping together, he reaches things on the high shelves for you, his body pressed into yours each time, even with the tiny shorts on you’re starting to feel hot. 

Every item he puts in the cart gets a stupid pun out of you, and after you wheeze out the last sugar joke he can’t help but crack a smile, you squeal and beat on his arm.

“I knew I could make you laugh!!”

“I wouldn’t call that a laugh”

You shake his arm and he snickers because he’s moving for you. You skip ahead of him, pretty damn proud of yourself and he watches you, there’s a weird ache in his chest every time he looks at you, especially while you’re dramatically spinning around in the aisles and being an all-around idiot as you sing and dance along to the music playing in the store. 

As you stand in line for the checkout you go over the list, making sure you’ve got everything.

“Crap we forgot vanilla… how could we forget vanilla??? Hey Reacher, do you mind-“

“Aisle three right? I’ll be right back” He’s already jogging off as you scoot ahead in line, you start putting things on the belt and greet the cashier before standing and waiting for your things to be rung up. You tap the little ledge waiting patiently as “Mike” rings up your groceries.

“So you gonna be doing some baking?” He asks as he puts the flour in a bag for you and you nod

“Oh yeah, for my mom's bake sale” 

“Oh that’s cool, so you’re from around here? I see you shop here often” 

“Uh…yeah I guess” You chuckle awkwardly as you pull out your card waiting for your total, he seems to be taking his sweet time ringing you up.

“I’m just getting settled in myself, had this job for about a month... I’m not really sure of any good places to eat, maybe I could pick you up sometime? We could go out somewhere?” 

“Uh-“ 

“Her date nights are taken” 

Reacher puts the comically tiny bottle of vanilla down on the belt and you look up at him, he places his hand on your lower back and takes your card from you, patting your butt to move you along

“Let’s hurry up and get out of here, I’m not having my mother-in-law kill me because I’m late with some pies.” 

Mike looks like he’s just shit his pants as he scans the vanilla, suddenly he can’t get you out of the store fast enough. Reacher holds your hand at the same time he pushes the cart out to the car, he helps you in again and puts the groceries in the backseat before getting in the car.

“Mother-in-law?” You take his hand before he even offers it and he scoffs, but you can see the light blush on his cheeks.

“I’m not lettin’ some punk creep hit on you” 

“Oh is there like, a particular reason?” You draw shapes on the smooth skin of his hand and he shrugs 

“What’s that mean? You’re the one that asked me out.” 

Your mouth drops and he snickers, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. 

You grow pouty as you walk into your house, he carries the bags in and sets them on the counter. He crosses his arms and leans back as you begin to unpack the bags, his eyes narrow and you turn to him.

“What?” 

“How are you making peach pies, without peaches?” 

He pushes himself up off the counter and comes up behind you, your breath hitches as he reaches in the bags and finishes unpacking for you. 

“You done pouting?” 

“If I say no?” You crane your neck to look up at him and he leans down, kissing your forehead 

“I have ways of putting a smile back on your face”

You look down slowly, your eyes widening and his chest rumbles as he chuckles. He pulls you back into him, rubbing your sides and you squirm a little.

“So, peaches?” 

His chest is hard against your back, you put your hands over his as he wraps them around your waist. 

“I have a tree, in back?” He doesn’t let you go so you shuffle to turn you both around and look out of your kitchen window, a large peach tree sits in the back corner of your yard, there’s a swing attached to it and a blanket on the ground beneath that

“You want help picking?” He bends down to rest his chin on your shoulder, his lips brushing your ear as he asks in hushed tones. Your face heats up and you turn your head, staring into those gorgeous blue eyes. 

“That would be nice… thank you” 

Instead of being a normal person, and reaching for the peaches, Reacher puts you on his shoulders, his hands firmly holding you in place as you toss peaches down into a basket, cheering each time you make it in, while he laughs every time you miss. 

“Hey…” He taps your thigh and you look down at him for a moment, pushing his short hair back and messing it up a little. 

“What’s up?” You go to toss a few more peaches in, frowning when you miss the last one.

“What was your first impression of me?” 

“What?” You laugh a little, giving his hair a small tug in the right direction and he brings you closer to the tree

“What was your first impression??” 

“What was yours” you counter 

“I thought you were pretty, still do.” 

“Oh… well- that just kinda makes mine seem stupid” 

“I highly doubt that” He chuckles “C’mon…tell me” 

“I for sure thought you were going to throw me through the wall” 

“I’m sorry what?” You feel him chuckle and you smack the top of his head 

“Don’t laugh at me!! You’re like… the size of a small bus or something!” 

“A small bus??” 

“Are you gonna tell me I’m wrong?!” 

“Jesus I wasn’t gonna hurt you! I’m not that intimidating!” 

“I know that now!! Now you’re just a teddy bear… with really big arms” 

“I’m not-“

“You’re just the biggest sweetie” You purr “Always a gentleman, you bring me snacks!” 

“You do like your snacks” He walks you over to another branch and you smile. 

“You even make sure I’m staying hydrated, you just- you come to see me so often” 

“I like bein’ around you what can I say”

“You do? really?” 

“Thought I made that real clear when I let that asshole know who you belonged to” 

Your eyes widen as you keep quiet, he snickers and brings you over to the last branch where you distractedly pick a couple. 

You’re turning one in your hand, looking it over when he rolls his eyes 

“You gonna toss it in or not?” 

“How could you even ask me that?” You put it down in front of his face and turn it for him “Look at how soft and luscious this looks! Look at the color!”

He’s slowly stroking your thighs as he listens to you explain why it’s the perfect peach, he can feel the vibrations of you talking and the way you wiggle in excitement, completely secure, knowing he won’t drop you. You take a big bite of it and moan softly, your eyes roll back and you nod appreciatively.

“Oh yeah, oh this is good, mhm. You want some? Have you ever had peaches?” 

Reacher carefully moves one of your legs off his shoulders, taking you down carefully so your legs wrap around his waist.

“Not really no” 

He leans in, capturing your lips in a blazing kiss. It's passionate and hungry, filled with all the pent-up desire he's been apparently holding back. Your hands tremble as they clasp around his neck, his tongue dips into your mouth, tasting the sweet peach on your lips. 

Oh, okay, yeah it did taste good. 

“W-what… what was that for?” You mumble dizzily as he pulls away and he looks at you, his eyes staring at your lips again.

“You asked if I wanted some” 

“Oh…okay” 

“Again?” 

You nod dumbly and cup his face, bringing him back to you, your fingers thread through the dirty blonde hair and you tug lightly. He groans against your lips, kissing you deeper. 

“Harder” He growls into your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip and you gasp, pulling at his hair harder and he grins, hoisting you up higher in one arm before squatting down and grabbing the basket of peaches.

“Don’t we have work to do?” 

“After that? Are you kidding me??” 

He carries you back into your house and sets you down on the counter before going to your large sink and dumping them all in to wash like he hadn’t been just about to toss you onto the ground outside and take you right there like some kind of wild animal. 

“Doesn’t your mom need this by like… a time that you didn’t tell me”

You giggle and cross your leg over the other, leaning back on your palms, you’re purposely displaying your body for him and he knows it. He turns to you, his hands on his hips

“Are you propositioning me?” 

“I am, yes” 

“Oh okay I was just making sure” 

He wastes no time in yanking his shirt over his head, he’s in front of you in two large steps and you scramble back a little on the counter, he grins darkly as he grabs your thighs, pulling you back to the edge of the counter. 

“Now you want to run? Oh Princess, no. You want it, don't you? You want me to take you hard and fast, to make you mine."

You nod quickly, your cheeks on fire as he lifts your hips and yanks your shorts down in one easy swoop. He stares at the silky red panties for a moment and you blush. 

“I-I wanted to kinda hype myself up you know?” 

“I think it was a good decision” he can see the small wet patch on the front of them, and he smirks at how wet you are 

"Fuck, you're dripping for me already, aren't you? Such a needy little thing."

He rubs your slick folds teasingly, avoiding your aching clit and you whine, spreading your legs for him more. He pulls you down to him, kissing your neck as he fumbles with his jeans, pushing them around his hips. He grinds against you, his clothed cock creating delicious friction against your clit and your back arches with the counter. 

You both moan as he grinds against you, dry humping you into the counter, you claw at his shoulders, your body trembling beneath his. 

“That’s my good girl, you want my cock? Hm? You wanna beg me for it, little thing?” 

Your head falls back against the counter as you grind against each other, his large cock throbs between your legs and you reach down as far as you can, tugging at his boxers.

“Please, Reacher? Please please-“ You gasp, your voice stuttering as he ruts harder against you “F-fuck me” 

“I won’t be gentle” He kisses the shell of your ear, turning you over and putting you against the counter. 

“I don’t want you to be” 

He notches the swollen head of his dick at your entrance, teasing you with the tip of his cock 

"So fucking tight and wet for me. You were made for my cock, weren't you?"

He sinks inside you, working you slowly for a minute, with shallow thrusts to get you used to his size. It doesn’t surprise you in the least that he’s that big you’re surprised you’re not splitting at the seams. Your eyes roll back as he thrusts in and out, in and out. Eventually, that slow pace starts to speed up, you mewl into the cool countertop beneath you and he grins wickedly. 

“All you had to do was ask” 

One hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise while the other tangles in your hair, yanking your head back as he rails you from behind. 

"Take it, baby. Take every fucking inch like the desperate little slut you are."

You cry out his name, gripping the other edge of the counter helplessly, every hard thrust sends you flying forward as he rearranges your guts in the middle of the kitchen. He pulls you up to his chest, crossing both arms over your chest and using you like a toy. 

"You like this, don't you?" he growls in your ear. "Being bent over and fucked like a cheap whore in your own kitchen. I bet you've fantasized about it, haven't you? Imagined me taking you hard and fast, giving you what you really need."

Months of pent-up sexual tension, lingering touches, and stares, all come together as he takes it out on you. His hips snap roughly against yours, the lewd sounds echoing around the kitchen. 

His hand reaches down between your legs, working your clit in time with his thick cock and you’re nearly gone. You hold onto his arm as you feel his balls slapping against your soaked cunt with each thrust, they’re so large and heavy, the sensations driving you crazy. 

Your pussy flutters around his cock, squeezing him like a vice. He groans, holding back his own release, as you pant out how close you are.

“Fuck Reacher, I-I’m gonna cum, oh god”

He smiles, squeezing you closer to him "Gonna fill this tight little cunt with my cum. Breed you like the needy slut you are."

With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, letting out a guttural moan as he explodes inside you, setting off a sort of chain reaction as you scream his name, cumming with him. Thick ropes of his seed paint your walls white, marking you as his as he fucks you through your high. 

His hips slow down, moving you up and down his cock before he pulls out. You collapse against the counter, your mouth dropping as you hear his cum plopping on the floor beneath you, dripping from your abused cunt. 

He sets you down on your feet, holding onto you tightly as he slowly goes down to the floor and lets you fall into his arms, your legs too jello-y to keep you standing. 

He cradles you close to his chest, panting harshly as he leans against the cabinets. 

“So… that was great” 

You nod fast, snuggling into his chest “Really great. Do you want to move in?” 

You knew his situation, everyone knew his situation, you knew he would still be himself and he knew you’d still be you.

And you wanted him to move in with you. 

“Yeah okay.”

It takes a half hour for either of you to want to move, Reacher eventually slouched down so far he’s laying flat on his back with you on his chest. He draws little shapes on your bare skin as you lie on the floor together.

“Have you mopped recently?” 

You swat at his chest and he snickers 

“I’ll have you know I just did yesterday!” 

“You missed a spot” he points to the puddle on the floor and you slap his chest again.

“Reacher!!” 

You smile as you take the money from the little girl and hand it to Reacher, he stuffs it in the cash box in his lap and you hand her a peach pie. 

“Have a nice day!” You wave as she runs off. Your mother comes over, looking over the table, most of your pies were sold out by now and she wanted you to make a second batch.

“Things are going well! We might just be able to afford that new playground by the end of the month. Hopefully, you’re feeling better honey, are you sure you should be working after you fell down the stairs?” 

Your cheeks flush deeply and Reacher snorts, That was the only excuse you could think of when you showed up limping to the bake sale and Reacher decided to just carry you the rest of the way to the table. 

“I’m sure! I’m perfectly fine, Reacher is taking care of me” 

“That’s for damn sure” He mumbles under his breath as he takes a sip from his water bottle. You elbow him in the side and he snickers

“Thanks for taking care of my little girl Mr. Reacher” Your mother smiles and you shrink down in your seat as he grabs one of the peach pies, eating nearly half of it in one bite.

“Oh, believe me, ma’am, the pleasure is all mine.” 

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Has Abby met Fury?

Since he's her mama's boss, she must've come across him. And the first question she asks him is "What happened to your eye? Did a monster eat it" and everyone is trying to control their laughter 😂😭���

Hahaha Why do you ask questions like this?? You know your daughter is going to make it awkward.

You and Abby are at The Tower watching TV with Bucky & Steve. Abby isn't too interested in the show, She's on her blanket on the floor, laying on her tummy, coloring.

A towering & imposing figure enters the common area. Long black trench coat flowing in his wake. As soon as Abby lays eyes on him, she stands up & leans against your legs. Her eyes are wide & her mouth a perfect "O". You know that look.

"Abbbyyyy, no."

"Mama, you sees him? Who dat?"

"He's the Boss. You need to behave or we'll get in trouble."

"I loves his dress!" Bucky & Steve try to keep their laughter in.

"Shhhhh, not so loud. Its a coat, not a dress."

"It so pretty. It flow," motioning with her hands, "wike dat."

Gathering her hands together, "Stop."

Abby frowns & tugs her hands free. "I go say hi." And with that she quickly runs away.

"Abigail!" You hiss, "Get back here, now!" Being completely ignored, "Bucky, please grab her."

Bucky gets up to give chase but that just make Abby cackle & run faster. She squeals as she runs up to Nick Fury wrapping her arms around his leg. She looks up with a big smile. "Hi, Mama's boss."

"Shit." You jump off the couch & go over to Bucky who managed to untangle Abby from Fury's leg and is holding her in his arms. "I'm so sorry, Sir."

"I'm Abigail Rose."

Glaring at the youngster, "I know who you are." Abigail's smile only gets brighter.

"What happened to your eyeball?" asks Abby poking her own eye.

"Abigail! Yanking her hand away from her eye. "Apologize immediately! That was extremely rude."

"I's not rude. It looks like Bucky's owiee." Looking at the scars peeking under the eye patch. "Did bad people take your eyeball? They took Bucky's arm."

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Fury." Grabbing Abby from Bucky. "That's it! We're going home."

"No, Mama. I's talking with my new fwend!" Leaning towards Fury, "I's can fights them if you want."

"Enough. You aren't fighting anyone." Abby shrugs as you go back to gather your stuff. You leave Abby standing by Steve on the couch as you pack up her blanket & toys. Steve is laughing & you glare at him, "Not a word out of you!"

Yelling across the room, "Cans you takes your eyeball out? Bucky can take his arm off! Did you fight a monster? Did it eat your eyeball?"

The room can't take it anymore. They start laughing.

"No laughs! Why you laughs?" Abby frowns, "I wikes him!" And she gives Fury a big happy smile & waves as you stomp out the room with her on your hip.

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Heavenly - Matt Murdock

summary: matt knows that you’re his ticket to a heavenly life.

word count: 658 (lil baby!)

warnings: p in v (safe sex only please!), one use of ‘good girl’ and one ‘my girl’ a lot of fluffff - 18+ MDNI

note: from this ask - thank you very much anon i had suchhh a good time writing this!

what do you do when you realise that this is it?

Matt realised, albeit in a slightly unconventional way, that you were it for him right in that moment. He knew he’d never need anyone else’s company, he knew you were always in his heart to come home to.

“you really were sent to me.” he’s muttering into your skin, nose tickling across your neck, hands gripping down on your hips with force - yet his touch is still as gentle as ever.

he’s not even sure who he’s talking to, you or himself.

“f-shit.” you’re struggling to speak, the sounds of the rain pounding against the window the perfect backdrop for the moment. you’ve always known it was him - the way you light on fire with a simple touch, a grin. no one needed to tell you who your ‘one’ was when you knew it the second you laid eyes on him.

the way his cock feels inside your walls is like heaven. you wonder if that’s what it feels like in the afterlife - simple, perfect. perfectly matched.

“good girl, so perfect.” he says, back leaning against the headboard as you gently lift yourself up and down on him, feeling the way he drags through your slick.

matt’s listening to the rain, how hard it’s coming down and he’s just so lost in the moment, so lost in you. the way you feel, your touch, the sounds you make when he hits that exact spot you need him at. he’s not even sure if he’s already gone to heaven already and at this point - he’s ready to meet God.

“i love you.” you say, moving your face close to his, feeling the way his breath falls across your cheeks.

he’s exactly where you need him, hands rubbing up and down your back - you’re relishing in the sounds he’s making, little whimpers tumbling from his lips the more you grind down on him.

“i love you too, sweetheart. you’re so perfect.” matt says, locking his lips to yours in an effort to hold his orgasm away, wanting to feel you for as long as possible.

“wanna feel you like this forever.” you tell him, and he hears the way your heart speeds up a little at the vulnerability - he knows you mean it, because he wants you as close as he can for the rest of his life.

the rain is getting heavier, but it’s almost faded into the background with the sounds of your shared slick and skin. you look at matt and the way the grey outside has taken over him, brown eyes darker than usual with love. the way his mouth is parted slightly, tongue occasionally appearing just to lick the taste of you from his lips.

“matt please-fuck” you don’t even know what you’re asking for, you’ve got exactly what you need already.

“i’ll give you whatever you want. fuck you feel amazing.” he sounds breathless now, recognising the way your legs are tiring, hands moving to your waist to lift you up slightly, giving him enough room to thrust up into you.

one of his hands moves to your chest, just above where your heart is beating solely for him.

“s’tight, my girl. all mine.” he’s telling you, your forehead leaning down gently to meet his, and for a second tears brim at your eyes with the amount of love you feel for the man underneath you.

anything you touch will turn to gold if anyone was to ask matt. he would burn the entire world to see you after his life finishes.

“all yours. yes, right there-“ you say, feeling yourself clench around him, orgasm building within your body, burning underneath your skin.

“come, come for me sweetheart.” he’s asking, begging almost.

and as you fall apart, you realise that life has meaning when matt is with you. he is your ticket to a heavenly life.

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Imagine cowboy!reader walking into the bullpen and just seeing everyone crowded around JJ’s desk, going to see what they’re looking at and it’s just pictures of him as a teenager with THE FULL cowboy get up™️ on

Hiya! This is an amazing request thank you so much for sending it in, I appreciate all requests! Also cowboy reader in the photo is wearing the full cowboy get up, I did research it but please (as always) let me know if I get anything wrong :)

Description: JJ gets a hold of a picture from cowboy's younger years

Warnings: None

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You walked into the bullpen with a sigh, clutching a Tupperware box of freshly baked cookies.

"Hey guys, what's goin' on?" You asked, placing the cookies on your desk, your hat to follow.

"We have found a work of art." Garcia declared, face lighting up. "We have found the most magnificent thing to ever exist."

You smile slightly at her before you look at the rest of the team, noticing the particularly proud expressions they all held whilst crowded around JJ's desk.

"What's really goin' on?" You asked, giving JJ a raised eyebrow.

She smiled sheepishly at you, turning around what she was holding. A photo. Of you, aged sixteen, seventeen, decked out completely in all things cowboy. You were wearing a denim button down shirt, denim jeans, a belt with a large belt buckle, cowboy boots (with spurs, obviously), and a cowboy hat.

"Oh my good lord." You mumbled, pinching the bridge of your nose. "How did you get that?"

"Aden sent it to me."

"'M gonna kill that brat." You mumbled, cheeks flushing a deep pink.

"Awe, he's blushing."

"Right, that's it." You said, "There's nothing left for me to say except: one, I rocked that look and still do; and two, no cookies for you."

"No cookies?" Spencer asked, face dropped.

You looked at the young agent, "Fine, you can have cookies." You gave a small huff, handing your colleagues the tub of cookies. "I can't believe he actually sent you that."

JJ grinned, and with her voice lighthearted, said: "He's a troublemakers."

"Oh, I'm tempted to ground him."

"That might be a little too far," Morgan chimed.

"It's almost like you don't want any cookies."

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Rightyho

I know others have sent you paragraphs of their thoughts and shit so I thought I'd join, I write down thoughts on pen and paper for shows, movies fics, you're on a piece of paper in my hands btw, labeled

"Shit to send Salt"

So, I started writing this when the shit exec came to the bear, and I noticed you kept calling him THE MAN and that took me back to reading Cujo and the stand by Stephen king, both dogs thought of their owners as THE MAN and so that Got Me.

I've read through your story like 7 times bc my memory is dogshit and each time is like getting a slapp with a dead fish on one side of my face and a kiss on the other.

You got a rosemary water recipe? I'm suffering from old man balding disease at 26 (thank uou testosterone 🫠)

ALSO TONY CONFRONTING LEE AT THE WEDDING!!!???! I WANNA SEE A GD BRAWL

"Mikey's made the cycle break in a way that doesn't hurt"

Bitch that hurt ME

I wanna bare knuckle brawl the exec chef, I'd fight dirty bur I'd still pull fucking rank.

"You're not nothing Mikey"

Fucking Carm, how DARE he say the same fucking thing to Richie

"Six hours, same team" motherfucker I'm in tears.

Eva, tony/terry/Tommy with mikey and richie? I'm in love

Richie: "I don't wanna plan your funeral" AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

Fuckin' "I'm just out gor a walk sweetheart" I knew Chip asked carm to turn on his location for a fuckin reason, and as someone who's been 'out for a walk' when actively sui, fucking hurts and put it into perspective of the people I'd leave behind, so thank you for stompin all over my insides with the whiplash you give me each chapter!

Also

"Michael fucking saw you"

OOOOOFFFFF

Punch me right in the throat will ya?

But seriously honestly chicagos kindest is one of the best fics I've ever read in my life, I have a rotation of focus I keep coming back to and atm you're at the top of the fucking list!

Be proud of the space you've made with your writing!!!

FIRST OF ALL— I got your submission of that comic too!! But since it was screenshots it did seem like there was some private info in there— So i DELETED IT (I also feel bad basically freebooting a comic)— But I found it funny, so. There is that. Thank you!

I’m on a piece of paper!! Biggest honour!! And we’re even trying to make Salt happen. That’s so sweet of you. I don’t think we’re gonna pull it off man I’ll be honest but we can try.

YES YES YES YES— Very much so was going for ominous all powerful God man— Was that just cause we weren’t given a name yet and I didn’t want to make one up and be wrong? Yeah. But then we got David just in time, so I didn’t have to keep calling him The Man!! Wonderful. 

I’ve a decent memory I think, but even I have to re-read my shit all the time to make sure I didn’t miss shit— And I know how long this shit takes to re-read so that really means the world to me love, thank you!

FUCK testosterone (thank you testosterone), baby 1 sprig of rosemary to 1 cup of water, cut up a chunk of ginger, add like 10 cloves or so, whatever. Bring that shit to a boil then lower it to a simmer for 20 minutes, then let it rest until cool. THEN strain!! Usually I just leave the pot for like a couple hours and forget it was there, gets nice and red that way!! Stays good for like a week, so don’t make a lot at once. Also use daily. Also for best efficacy keep in the fridge. Also i love you. We’re bald together. 

I want to write a scene of him being full taken to the floor so bad. I — every time I think about it I want to make his head explode with my mind. And HOW DARE Carmen say the same shit to Rich!! Mr Electric kill him!!

Mikey Cycle Breaker for Everyone But Himself Berzatto— I need to lay down jesus christ just hurt my own feelings. 

I’ve been on both sides of that call!! And it hurts SO much on both ends on being out for a walk, and I’m glad for a handful of people that’ve been on one side of that call got to see what the other side looks like— Sucks for both parties, yknow why? Cause we’re on the same team you FUCK ! NEVER FORGET THAT!! STAY ALIVE !!!!!!!

I am so honoured to be someone’s hyperfixation, kisses u kisses u kisses u THANK you my love. Thank you for your thoughts and thank you for being a part of the space!!

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I just saw your fic, lost pet, meet cute and I have to know!!! Was Gwin named after Dustfingers pet in Inkheart?

HI!! I'M SO GLAD SOMEONE GOT THE REFERENCE I read Inkheart in my early teens and I've been in love with that trilogy ever since, so I thought, why not add Gwin? Thanks for sending me this message, you made me so happy. And thanks for reading, of course!

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punishment on the poker table

a/n: i've had this fantasy floating around in my brain ever since i came up with this au. damn it feels good to finally have it written out all sluttily as it deserves to be

summary: “well, well, well… what do we have here…” he slowly swept his broad thumb across your tender flesh as he gazed down at the discovery, “just a friend, huh? However, did you manage to lose your panties hanging out with your friend? Come on, I think we’d all love to know.” 

warnings: camgirl!reader x various, pornstar!lee bodecker, pornstar!ari levinson, pornstar!lloyd hansen, pornstar!nick fowler, smut, porn au, college au, reader’s porn name is cherry blossom (UrLittleCherry), filming pornography, reader has been in the porn industry for a while now (maybe a few months?), voyeurism, exhibitionism, gangbang, daddy kink (probably the only scenario where you can catch me playing around with this kink, because in most circumstances it's sadly not my cup of tea), classic porn step fantasy, impact play, pussy inspection, hair pulling, masturbation, fingering, pussyjob, oral, handjob, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, multiple orgasms, squirting, penetrative sex, anal, unprotected sex

word count: 2850

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“Hey beautiful,” you heard over your shoulder as you sat in the kitchen of the rented house you found yourself in, putting the last finishing touches on your makeup for today’s shoot. 

Twisting around, you swiftly leapt from your seat as you recognised the figure leaning against the doorframe “Ari!” you threw your arms around his bulky form, “hi! How are you?”

“Can’t complain,” his broad palm ran down your spine before you retracted from the embrace, “how about you? I’ve heard you’ve been quite busy lately.”

“Yeah, I have,” a short giggle bubbled out of you, “but it’s been so much fun, though I’m still figuring out the balancing act between this, camming and school.” 

As his feet then began to shuffle, your own shifted as well and carried you back out into the other room where crew members slipped around and prepped the space. With half of their attention directed at their work, their heads still twisted as they zigzagged between the rest of the stars for today’s fantasy, as the guys, lounging on the set, dragged their old friends into whatever they were chatting about. 

“Oh, I didn’t know you’d all arrived,” each of their head twisted at the sound of your voice, “I thought Ari was the only one apart from me.”

“Sorry to disappoint, sweetheart,” Nick caught your palm as you neared the poker table they surrounded and pressed his lips to the back of it. 

“Good to see you again, Nicky,” you chuckled as the warmth of his peck lingered on your skin. 

“Oh, you guys have worked together before?” Ari sank down into the last of the chairs around the games table.

“Uhm, well, we have,” you gestured to the brunette who’d just kissed your hand, “a fun little POV shoot a month ago,” your gaze then drifted to Ari, “and we’ve of course worked together, I don’t think I’ll have to remind you of that,” you smiled before shifting your vision to the last two, “but, this is my first time with each of them,” you pointed between the two moustachioed men before grasping first the hand of the one to the left, “Lloyd,” a flutter flicked through your lower abdomen as you met the pornstar’s dazzling gaze, “hi.”

“Don’t get starstruck on me now,” he winked, “if you’re gonna cream your panties, wait till the camera’s rolling.” 

Puffing out an airy laugh at his joke, “no promises,” you then shifted to catch the other man’s palm, “and Lee,” he slowly rose from his seat as he shook your hand, “or should I say daddy,” a small chuckle rumble in his chest as you warmed up to the title he’d get to adorn in today’s storyline, “wonderful to finally meet you.”

“You too,” he smiled, then added before he let go of your fingers, “I’ve been looking forward to finally working with you.”

“Really?” an amazed grin lit up your face as you blinked back at the seasoned professional. 

“Oh yeah, just ask my agent. I’ve been quite literally begging for this to happen.”

“Have you ever shot a gangbang before?” Lloyd then asked. 

“Uhm, no,” you shook your head, “first gangbang–, or well, on screen that is. Although I haven’t ever been with four guys at once before, so that’s new,” your glance flickered over each of their faces, “but I’m excited! I’m prepped and ready, this is gonna be fun.” 

But before your face could heat up any further, the doors to the room burst open and in strolled, not only the head of the studio, Romanoff Productions, but also the visionary who had signed on to direct the shoot herself. 

“Oh, great! You’re all here,” Natasha came to a stop right before you all, “then it won’t be long now,” she stated before landing her gaze on you, “Cherry, should we take a look at what you’re gonna wear?”

“Yeah,” you followed along as she then slipped back into her swift stride, “I brought a few options, some different plaid skirts, all depending on what colour you had in mind.”

The camera low in Natasha’s grasp shadowed your ass, shyly peeking out from under your short blue plaid skirt with every quiet step, as you sneaked down the hallway from the front door and into the dimly lit living room. 

“Breaking curfew…” a deep voice then rumbled somewhere in the darkness. 

Spinning around, you spotted the group of men surrounding the round table in the corner, “Lee! Oh my god,” faking a fright, you clasped a palm over your exposed chest, as your tight shirt wasn’t just sparsely buttoned, but also gathered up and tied around your waist. 

“Lee?” Lloyd murmured and shifted the cards in his grasp, “is that what you call your stepfather?” 

Sinking your teeth down into your bottom lip, you quietly uttered, “…daddy...”

“Good girl,” Lee nodded, though didn’t glance over his shoulder at you as he then dropped his cards to the table and sighed, “now, are you gonna tell me why you were out so late or should I just punish you without knowing the full reason? I’m fine either way,” his fingers gently played with a stack of poker chips beside him. 

“Oh, I don’t know if that is necessary,” you swiftly shook your head and attempted to shuffle closer towards the staircase, “I'm only 45 minutes late–”

“Come here,” his command was low and clear as his glare finally locked upon your figure in the dark. 

“What?” your fingers fiddled lightly with the hem of your skirt, fluttering just above where a pair of long socks stretched up to. 

“Cherry, you can come here right now, or you can get out of my house.”

Though it was all just pretend, his low tone still sent a shiver down your spine, “you’re gonna kick me out? Just for staying out a little bit too late?”

“But that’s not all you were doing, was it?” he tilted his head before pushing his chair back a few inches from the poker table, “come on,” his palm came down to clap his thigh, “don’t act like this is the first time your bratty ass has needed to be taken over my knee.”

Glancing around to the others, “shouldn’t we go up to my room? You have company,” you added in a whisper. 

“Oh, they don’t mind,” he stated, keeping his gaze locked upon you as he raised his voice, “do you boys?”

“Not in the slightest,” Nick smirked and leaned back in his seat, eyeing you just as brashly as the rest of them did. 

Slowly, you closed the distance to stand beside Lee’s seated form, though before even offering you another glance, the older man seized your frame and tilted you over his lap. 

With your bottom barely covered in your tiny schoolgirl skirt, a yelp slipped up from your lungs as Lee sent his hand down to land, not a light beginning tap across it, but a harsh smack that had you jumping in his lap. 

“So, are you gonna come clean and tell us all what you have been up to, young lady?” he asked after you’d lost count of his generous spanks. 

“I-I was just hanging out with a friend from school,” you squeaked and dug your fingers into his thigh. 

Though as his palm came down upon your ass once again, the smack caused your flimsy skirt to flip up, just enough for him to catch sight of the secret it had been hiding. 

“Well, well, well… what do we have here…” he slowly swept his broad thumb across your tender flesh as he gazed down at the discovery, “just a friend, huh? However, did you manage to lose your panties hanging out with your friend? Come on, I think we’d all love to know.” 

But you kept your mouth shut as goosebumps pricked and covered your skin.

“Fine,” the word that left his lips was accompanied by a swift spank that soared across your bare bottom, “you don’t wanna talk? I’ll just have a look myself then,” he murmured before tilting closer, ever so slightly, and began to spread you apart. 

“What are you–,” you peeked back at him over your shoulder, though your objection melted from your lips as his touch then swept through your glistening folds, “oh, f-fuck…”

“Doesn’t seem to me like you were just hanging out with a friend…” sticky strings of want created a web as Lee probed your puffy petals apart, letting him inspect your little hole, “…you know, I don’t ask much of you, but I do require you to obey my rules, and this?” his touch ghosted against your clit, making you swallow a moan, “this breaks nearly all of them.”

“I'm sorry, I just–”

“Sorry is not gonna cut it anymore! You’re gonna have to learn that there are consequences to your actions,” he growled before landing a swift slap against your glistening pussy, causing you to let out another cry. 

As you tried to wiggle off his lap, the hand he’d had splayed across your lower back soared up to tangle itself in the hair at the base of your neck to keep you in place as he let his fingers sweep through your folds. 

“You just need a bit tough love to learn the rules, that’s all…” he uttered over the sinful symphony of his persistent touch against your embarrassingly wet cunt. 

“You’re a fucking pervert,” you grumbled through a heavy pant. 

“You can call me whatever you want, I don’t fucking care,” his grip in your hair then tightened as he yanked you closer, your back having to arch to reach the angle he searched for, “you can either get what you deserve, or I can throw you out on your ass,” his breath fanned across your hot cheek as his lips nearly grazed it with every seething word he uttered, “it’s your choice.” 

“…fine,” you finally replied through your gritted teeth before his grasp let go of your hair and sent you back down to stare at the floor.  

Slowly, as Lee slipped a finger inside of you and gradually began to stretch you out, your eyes drifted shut and didn’t flutter back open till another one of his digits had eased inside of you and tickled out a quiet whimper, deep from within your soul. However, as you blinked your eyes back open, they fluttered up to discover the hard lengths that the others around the poker table had freed from their pants. 

“Oh my god!” your eyes widened as you watched their fists slowly jerk up and down, leisurely stroking themselves as they stared at you, “Lee! Your friends, they’re–”

“Shh,” he kept up his touch as you began to quiver, “don’t mind them.” 

By the time you were fighting the unbearable urge to cum, your body was flailing so fiercely that Lee had to clasp a forearm down around your waist in order to keep you over his lap. In the intoxicating fog you found yourself submerged in, someone caught your hand, and it wasn’t till moments later that it truly sank through your haze and you squinted over to discover Lloyd’s grasp engulfing your own, as he guided your touch over himself, his girth throbbing beneath your fingers. The vision alone was enough for you to throw in the towel and lose the battle to the high that then promptly washed over you. 

Before your daze had a chance to fade, your frame was flipped back upright to briefly sit in Lee’s lap, and your reality was still so fuzzy that it took a moment for you to register when some of the others reached out to rip your shirt off, though the blue plaid that clung around your hips as well as the high socks, those were allowed to stay perfectly in place. 

“You wanna fucking learn what happens to little sluts, huh?” Lee clutched your jaw in his grasp and growled against your cheek, “because that’s how you’re acting, so you might as well learn what it’s like to be treated as one.” 

Flinging you around, he manhandled you onto the table, the others swiftly swiping away the cards and chip stacks out of the way before you landed in the middle.  

“Since you’ve got no problem spreading your legs for your little friends, then mine shouldn’t be an issue either, should it now?” 

“I–,” you panted, blinking up at Lee as he nudged your trembling thighs apart, “fuck…”

“What was that?” he smacked your sensitive cunt to conjure a clearer answer. 

“Ah!” you let out a shriek, “no, daddy! Fine! Let them use me, what do I care!”

“Oh, you’ll care, babydoll…” Lloyd swiftly snatched up your right hand and brought it back to his cock, “must warn you, we aren’t as gentle as those little boys you hang out with.”

“But that’s alright, isn’t it?” Nick smirked as he seized your other hand and yanked it towards his own dick, “your cute little pussy deserves the punishment.”

Glancing between them all, you uttered, “you’re all sick.”

“Says the girl who just came,” Lloyd pointed out through a short chuckle. 

“I did nothing wrong!” you continued, raising your voice, “everyone my age fools around! It’s not like I came home knocked up or anything–”

“Somebody shut her up,” Lee suddenly exhaled before Ari appeared above your head and swiftly stuffed his fat girth into your mouth, snuffing out the remainder of your sentence as it vibrated against his cock. 

Your legs were then folded up till both Lloyd and Nick at your sides caught them and held your limbs in place, keeping you open for Lee as he fiddled with his fly. 

Staring down at your pussy, Lee finally freed his cock and uttered, “now…” offering himself a gentle stroke as he took a step closer to you, “what are we gonna do to you…” he then tapped the heavy weight of his dick against your petals, making you squirm as sticky strings of desperation clung to his length, “maybe a little something here? Is that what you need in order to finally respect my rules?” he briefly flicked the bulbous head through your folds before his lips tilted into a sly smirk, “nah, I don’t think so… you need to be filled up somewhere that hasn’t already fucked tonight.” 

And then, with the slickness now glistening up his cock, as well as the juices that had already leaked and dripped down, Lee began to split open your ass. 

A cry promptly escaped you at the mind-numbing stretch, though as the sound vibrated against Ari’s girth, he only seized the opportunity and slid down even further till the staggering imprint of his size was bulging in your throat and his heavy sack was nuzzled up against your face.

“That’s it…” Lee groaned as he slowly filled you up, “that’s what you needed, isn’t it, kiddo?”

Though you had no clue who, a few of the men began to play with your tits, offering them playful smacks to make them jiggle hypnotically or even tug and pull on your pebbly nipples. 

“Oh, would you look at that fucking cunt?” you heard Lloyd grunt as he watched closely at how your empty pussy was blowing euphoric bubbles, before you felt him reach down to grab your desperate core, pinching the puff a moment as they all marvelled in unison. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she’s enjoying her little lesson,” Ari chuckled as you choked on his cock. 

“How could she not?” Nick reached down and slipped a finger inside your leaky hole, “you’re just a little whore for your stepdad and his friends, aren’t you?”

Sliding a digit in as well beside the other pornstar’s, Lloyd then murmured, “maybe instead of playing poker when we come over, we could all just play with you.”

Letting his cock slip out of your mouth, Ari craned down to touch you as well and began to bully your puffy clit, “yeah, you’d be a perfect little toy, wouldn’t you? Your daddy will teach you right how to treat us all.”

As Lee’s heavy sack smacked against your slick skin at his next deep thrust, you once again unravelled before them all, though this time in a rippling display that had your poor pussy gushing around the men’s fingers.

“Oh! That’s a good fucking girl!” Lee pulled his cock out of your ass before he joined in on the other’s torture, though didn’t stop till you were shaking violently beneath them and they couldn’t tickle forth anymore squirt from your overstimulated cunt, “I honestly didn’t think you had it in you, but just look,” he caught your eye, “you’re learning already.” 

A smile found his features before he then, without warning, stuffed his girth into your pussy, beside the fingers that no one, not even himself, slipped out, but instead utilised the leverage to pry your clambering and sensitive pussy open for Lee’s fat girth. 

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[kayhi808]

First crush ask

- what would be the reader and bucky's first fight like??? How would abby react? What would it be about??

Ps. I love first crush so much!!! You are such an amazing writer!!!

Hi, my little Nonnie! Thank you so much! I'm happy you're enjoying First Crush.

What would your first fight be about? In the beginning of your relationship, you were upset about the risks he was taking on his missions and was thinking about ending things before it even started.

But a fight that Abby was a witness to...🤔

I want to say that Bucky tried to interfere with your job. You were proud about landing this job and you took great pride in excelling and doing well. Bucky may have gone behind your back to Fury saying how overworked you were. Nick Fury doesn't sugar coat anything so he confronted you and you felt embarrassed and humiliated. Bucky just wanted you to have the softest life possible and if he can make that happen he will.

Abby could tell you had been crying, "Mama? What happen?" She rubs circles into your arm trying to calm you, like you do to her.

You kiss her forehead, "It was just a really bad day at work, but I'm ok." Abby still looks at you with concern. "I could really use one of your hugs though."

Abby smiles and climbs into your lap for a snuggle. "Shhhh. I'm here's, Mama. It ok." You give a weak laugh and hug her closer.

There's a firm knock at the door, "Y/N?"

Abby gets up and happily runs to the door, "Bucky!"

Shit! You get up to open the door, but block Bucky from entering your apartment. Abby squeezes through and hugs Bucky's leg, "Hi!" She looks up at him with a big smile.

"Hey Abby," he lifts her placing a soft kiss on her cheek. Bucky looks at you, "Please, doll, can we talk?"

"It's been a long day and I'm really tired," your voice cracks, "I don't want to talk."

Abby hears your voice and looks back at you and she knows something is very wrong. "Mama?" She wiggles until Bucky puts her down and she holds your hand as she watches you brush away a stray tear with your shoulder.

"Doll, please. I'm so sorry."

Abby looks between the two of you and frowns at Bucky, "what did yous do to my Mama?" She tries to pull you inside the apartment, away from Bucky. "You makes her cry?"

You exhale, "remember how I said it was a bad day? Mama is just real tired."

Again with her shoulders hiked up to under her ears and her hands spread wide, "Den why he says sowwy? What he sowwy for? Hmmm?" That's a good question. I don't know.

"I hurt your Mama's feelings, but I didn't mean to. I'm very very sorry."

Abby quickly rushes forward and punches Bucky, almost hitting him in the groin, close enough to make him lose his breath. "Abigail!" You grab her arm as she's ready to take a second swing at him. "Stop it."

"You hurt my Mama in her heart?! That's bad!"

"Hey, look at me. How about you pick out your PJs and stories early? Once you're done, I'll start dinner, ok?"

"2 stories?"

"3"

Anger forgotten, "3 stories!?" She squeals, "Tank you, Mama! G'night Bucky!" She skips off to her room.

"You ok?"

"She almost punched me in the balls and she gets 3 stories?"

"If she actually did, I'd have told her 5." Bucky huffs out a quiet chuckle. "You hurt me in my heart. You deserved it."

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." You silently nod. "If I call you later tonight, will you answer?"

You look at him and his eyes are filled with remorse and you do love him. So much. "We'll talk later." He presses his lips to your forehead and leaves.

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Cathedrals - Matt Murdock

summary: matt would burn all the cathedrals down if that would mean he could hold you

word count: 542 (baby one!)

warnings: allusions to smut, but otherwise just matt being all loved up

note: thought i’d do a lil loved up thing for a change! been havin a hard time with love recently so why not put everything in a fic <3

Matt couldn’t help but sit next to you and wonder if his faith held the same meaning as it used to, before you.

The world always keeps moving, and yet somehow he felt as if there was a big section of his being that had become you. If it meant he would be able to hold you close to him, his being sent from heaven, for the rest of his life - he would do anything it took.

Matt had always been a religious man, a devout catholic. It meant a lot to him to have something to look to, some standards to hold himself to - with being Daredevil he needs accountability, forgiveness. This was all given by his God, the churches he sat in giving him peace he hadn’t felt, but there was always something missing, it felt like he was always waiting for something.

Then he met you.

“Don’t they like… judge you for having sex before marriage?” you’d ask him, sat in the pews, voice a mere whisper in fear of the Gods or someone above hearing you, confessing. Matt laughs to himself, “yeah, it’s a sin.” he grins, thinking of all the nights you’ve spent tangled in his sheets.

Nothing was missing anymore, everything made sense. Even though you weren’t religious, Matt felt like you were a holy being yourself. There was something about you that gave him a feeling of faith that he’d been missing in his catholicism his whole life. The missing piece that had been filled, a void that was no longer with your presence - nothing felt like a sin anymore, he felt like a good person.

“Surely, i shouldn’t be here then, they wouldn’t like me very much.” You comment, smiling to yourself.

“In that case we should both leave.” He agrees, earning a laugh from both of you. Silence falls between you, not needing to be filled with any words. Your eyes meet the stained glass windows as you wonder how much peace this has brought him with all of his struggles.

Rather, Matt was always seeking something to alleviate the heavy feeling of guilt. Whether that was catholic guilt, regret, guilt of his nightly activities, he wasn’t too sure - he just knew that the church helped, but never completely rid him of that feeling.

But you did.

Matt has come to realise that in order for him to appreciate you, your beauty and love, he had to endure everything he had. He realises in this moment that he would do anything you asked of him, he would burn the sistine chapel to the ground if it meant making you happy.

Sometimes he can feel your fear, of him, of what he does as Daredevil - and sometimes he wonders where your mind goes when you look at him, when he tells you what happened. He’ll often keep the grim details from you in fear God would take you away. That it would be too scary for you to endure his burdens with him.

He would swallow any issue he had for you if it meant having you safe with him.

Matt would burn this whole place down if it meant he could hold you forever, close to his heart.

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[carmenized-onions]

Welp, I'm in fucking tears after that last chapter.

Fucking beautifully written but holy shit... you are a master at your craft!

Can I please be added to the tag list?

of COURSE I believe you've written me an essay before I just feel like an ass adding people when they don't deliberately ask to be added-- SO YOU WILL NOW BE ADDED!!

Though keep in mind, tumblr's fucky and tags do not always work, i think I'm lucky if half of my @ s function. SO IF YOURS DOESN'T IN THE FUTURE IM SORRRY BABY I AMMM

Anyways thank you thank you, I really try my darndest I think way too much about these fucks. I've started taking photos of wine menus when I go out and doing research on fine dining so i can come up with my own weird menu stuff instead of relying on fuckin' boulud,

am i just becoming a chef now? this is the pipeline on god.

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achilles-rage's twelve days of christmas

day one: it's beginning to look a lot like christmas (ft. evan buckley)

summary: decorating the tree with evan buckley and your daughter.

word count: 2.5k

series masterlist

a/n: you guys i'm so excited for this series!! i think this might be one of my favourite things i've written so far, it's so fluffy and it made me feel so warm and fuzzy lol!! also vivian is one of my top baby names so this feels self indulgent hehe. enjoy<3

warnings: none, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

You’re wiping down the kitchen island when you feel two tiny hands grabbing at the hem of your sweater, and you look down with a smile when you hear your daughter’s voice triumph the Christmas music echoing softly through your house.

“Mama!” your daughter, Vivi, practically yells, and you have no choice but to pick her up when you see her big eyes staring up at you. You lift her into your arms and set her on your hip, then continue wiping down the kitchen island while Buck takes care of the kitchen counters.

You can feel a thin layer of sweat on your face, and you’re sure you’re getting a rash from the material of the bright red Christmas sweater you’re wearing, but you don’t dare take it off. When Buck and Vivi saw these matching family sweaters at the store, they just had to buy them, and you’re still not sure who had to convince who to buy them.

You’ve just finished making some sugar cookies to decorate for tomorrow, and now it’s time to clean up, which has proved quite tedious when baking with a two-year-old that insists on touching everything.

You hum along to the music playing, and Buck turns to face you as his hands still for a moment, taking in the sight of his two girls in their matching sweaters. He loves to see your features mixed with his in your daughter, and it makes his heart full to see you both smiling and giggling together. His little family, finally complete.

When you’re done wiping off the counter, you turn to look at Buck, whose neck is slightly red from his sweater. You shake your head with a fond smile, and when he turns to look at you again, he brings you in for a quick kiss, bringing one of his fingers up to hold your chin in place. When he pulls back, he looks down at your daughter, and holds his hands out to her.

“Hi, baby. You wanna help me finish cleaning up while mama gets the ornaments ready?” he asks her in a high voice, and you look down at her right as she practically launches herself at him. The little traitor, you think. When Buck’s around, she’s practically glued to him.

“Dada!” she says as her little hands grip his sweater. He lifts her up in the air before he lowers her to his chest, and when she’s firmly wrapped in his arms, he leans down to blow a raspberry against her neck. She squeals loudly, her little giggles filling the kitchen as you and Buck look at each other over her shoulder, both of your chests feeling warm and full of love. 

As Buck and Vivi finish cleaning the kitchen and take the cookies out of the oven, you go to the living room and begin taking out the ornaments and sorting them. You put the breakable ornaments up on the fireplace, out of reach of tiny grabby hands, and put the less fragile ornaments onto the coffee table, in your daughter's reach and eyesight.

When they finally come into the living room, you see white powder all over their sweaters, and you raise a brow at Buck, who gives you a sheepish smile. 

“She threw the first handful.” he tells you, and you scoff, laughing softly as you shake your head.

“Right, blame the child.” you tell him sharply, although the smile on your face shows that you’re not upset. If anything, you wish you were there to see the flour fight.

“Where star?” Vivi asks when Buck puts her down and she walks over to the coffee table. You smile, thinking of the ornament she made earlier today when you were babysitting Jee. She insisted on using every colour she could imagine, although the ornament had more or less turned brown from all the paint mixed together. 

You found a kit to make your own clay ornaments online, and decided it would be a good activity to do with them right before Christmas. You also know that Maddie and Chimney would love a homemade ornament by Jee.

“It still needs to dry, lovey. We can put that up when Jee comes over.” you tell her as you bend down to her level, and she lets out a soft huff. Her dismay is quickly forgotten, however, when her eyes land on the Disneyland Ferris wheel ornament sitting in front of her. 

“Mickey,” she mumbles as she picks it up, tiny fingers brushing over Mickey’s nose. “We go?” she finishes, looking up at Buck with the poutiest face you’ve ever seen. She’s barely two and she already knows exactly how to get her way.

“You wanna go?” Buck asks as he picks her up, and when she nods hopefully, her hair bouncing with each movement, you know what Buck’s going to say. 

“Sure, we can go, baby. Now, where does that one go?” 

She points up to the top of the tree, and Buck lifts her up to sit on his shoulder as she leans out to put the ornament on one of the branches. While you watch Buck help her secure the ornament with a loving smile, you cross your arms over your chest, shaking your head before you speak.

“You really want to go on that Ferris wheel six times in a row again and do absolutely nothing else?” Buck looks over his shoulder at you once the ornament is safely on the tree, giving you a big smile. You got that ornament on your first trip to Disneyland with Vivi, and she insisted on going on the Ferris wheel as many times as she possibly could, not wanting to bother with anything else.

“Come on, how can I say no?” he asks with a shrug, letting Vivi down to grab the next ornament. 

“She’s got you wrapped around her finger.” you tell him as you close the distance between you. His smile widens before your lips meet his, and one of his arms wrap around your plush middle as the other hand cups your cheek. Your hands rest on his chest as you kiss him passionately, and you part from the kiss when he starts to sway you two back and forth along with the music, laughing softly.

“She learned from the best.” he tells you earnestly with a wink, and for a moment, the dull itch from the sweater and the fact that you’re overheating in your silly festive sweater fade, and all you can focus on is the loving look in Buck’s gleaming blue eyes.

“Look! Pretty.” You tear your gaze from each other when you hear your daughter’s voice, and when you turn to her, you both grin. Her arm is outstretched to show you that she’s placed another ornament low on the tree, this one a big Hershey kiss from when you took her to visit Buck’s parents in Hershey.

“Wow, look at that!” you exclaim just as Buck says “Beautiful, baby.” 

The next half hour or so continues similarly; you and Buck working on decorating the top part of the tree with the fragile ornaments while you let Vivi have free reign over the bottom part of the tree that she can reach. 

She insists on showing you each ornament once it’s on the tree, and both of you take turns on telling her how good it looks before you continue putting up the glass balls and ceramic ornaments from various vacations and big moments you and Buck celebrated before Vivi was born.

After a while, the tree is almost completely covered, and you hear Buck let out an exaggerated gasp as you fix the tinsel that’s been randomly thrown across the tree by your daughter.

When you turn, you see Buck and Vivi’s matching grins, and then he lifts her into his arms again, examining the ornaments she’s holding out ceremoniously in front of his face.

“Dada ornament.” she says in her excited little voice, although the word “ornament” comes out more like “ornent.”

“Did you get this for me?” Buck asks her and she nods furiously, giggling at Buck’s clear approval.

“She saw it at the store the other day. She wouldn’t let me put it back; insisted we had to get an ornament for daddy.” you explain with a fond smile, tilting your head to the side as you watch Buck place a big, audible kiss on Vivi’s forehead.

You watch as Buck once again holds her up on his shoulder at her insistence that the ornament be placed front and center on the tree.

Your smile widens when you hear her little giggle, watching her clasp her hands together beside her face and her shoulders raise up to her ears as she takes in the sight: a bright red glittery fire truck placed right in the middle of the tree. You walk up to them, wrapping an arm around Buck’s torso as you rest your head against Vivi’s side. You sigh as you take in the sight of the nearly-complete tree, letting out a silent laugh through your nose when you feel a tiny hand pat the top of your head gently.

“Star, mama.” you hear in your ear after a moment, and you lean back slightly to look up at your daughter, so happily perched on Buck’s shoulder. 

“Should we put up the star?” you ask her, and she nods enthusiastically as she begins to wriggle out of Buck’s grip. Buck helps her down as you go back to the almost empty box of ornaments, taking the white and gold star out of the wrapping. 

By the time you get the star completely unwrapped and turn back to your daughter, however, she’s already sitting on the floor playing with one of her discarded toys, now completely disinterested.

You sigh with a smile, then walk over to the couch directly beside the tree and climb on top of it. The top of the tree is just barely within reach, and you silently curse Buck for letting Vivi pick out the biggest tree she could possibly find at the Christmas tree farm.

As you stretch up to get the star on top of the tree, you don’t notice that Buck is silently watching you, his eyes glued to your ass as he licks his lips. He knows he should be offering you some help, but goddamn, he also can’t pass up a view like this. If Vivi wasn’t just a few feet away from you two, he’d have you bent over the couch, lips attached to your neck, and, hopefully, a new sibling for Vivi in nine or so months.

He’s only torn from his thoughts when he hears your daughter stomp over to the tree, her voice high and upset.

“Mama, I do!” she tells you loudly, which startles you. It’s a good thing Buck was on the way over to you, because her shrill voice startles you, making you almost lose your balance with one foot on the arm of the couch and the other on the seat cushion. Buck is quick to grab your hips, slowly helping you lower to the ground before you have the chance to fall. 

When your two feet are pressed firmly on the ground, Buck presses a quick kiss to the side of your neck before he picks up Vivi in his arms and lifts her up to the top of the tree. You hand her the star, then watch with a smile, but you’re watching diligently; ready to dive for the star if she doesn’t put it on properly. 

Luckily, your smart girl is able to put the star on top of the tree with little difficulty, her excited giggle ringing through your ears when she pulls her hands away and sees that the star is staying in place. 

When Buck lowers her to his chest, she holds her arms out to you, her eyes silently pleading to move into your arms. You take her gladly, kissing her warm cheek as you look at the way the tree lights reflect in her eyes.

“Look at that, lovey. You did so good!” you tell her, bouncing her on your hip. She smiles widely, wrapping her arms around your neck and squeezing you tightly. You feel Buck’s warmth wrap around you from behind, one hand resting on your tummy while the other rests on Vivi’s back.

“So pretty, Vivi. Almost as pretty as my girls.” He whispers the last sentence in your ear before he places a kiss right behind your ear, his hot breath hitting your neck and making you shiver.

“I love you.” you whisper after a moment, looking at him over your shoulder. He smiles down at you, then presses a gentle kiss on your lips.

“I love you. Thank you.” he whispers against your lips. When he pulls away, you raise a brow, confusion spread across your features.

“For what?” you ask, squeezing Vivi tighter against you when you feel her press a soft kiss to your cheek.

“For giving me my two favourite things.” he replies as his fingers dig into your tummy lightly and he tickles Vivi’s side with his other hand. You lean your head away as she squeals loudly right in your ear, laughing softly as Buck takes her from your arms and throws her up in the air.

“You want a cookie before we go to bed?” he asks her, and you narrow your eyes at him as you see her beginning to wiggle around in his grip, trying to get to the kitchen.

“You’re on bedtime duty tonight. I’m not gonna be up all night because you let her have cookies before bed.” you tell him sternly, although as you look at her bright smile and twinkling eyes, you know that you’d probably do the exact same thing as he did.

“I think I can handle that, mama.” he says with a wink. Once Vivi’s feet are back on the floor, she grabs two of Buck’s fingers in her little hand, leading him to the kitchen.

You three eat your cookies sitting on the floor in front of the tree; at Vivi’s insistence, and when you’re all finished, she’s almost asleep in Buck’s lap, her head resting against his chest and crumbs all over her face.

“You’re lucky the sugar didn’t catch up to her in time.” you tease Buck as you watch Vivi struggling to keep her eyes open, keeping your voice a quiet whisper so as not to wake her up.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world.” is all he says before he reaches out and pulls your lips to his, his hand on the back of your neck.

And he truly believes it. With you, and your little girl here with him, sitting in front of your beautifully decorated tree with Christmas music still softly playing from the TV, he doesn’t think life can get any better. And neither can you.

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