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karatekels · 1 year ago

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A Tale of Two Terrys (Part 1?)

Hello everyone, and welcome to the GRAND CELEBRATION of over 100k words written about Terry Silver AND over 2k views on AO3! Thank you all so much for your requests and comments and views – I love being part of this thirsty little community!

This request is from @terrysilv on Tumblr aka dioswry on Ao3 – I’m not posting her whole prompt since it had a lot of spoilers, and because I’ve added things we talked about in our LENGTHY conversations about this subject! Anyway, I love her and her ideas, so thank you very much for everything! <3

What this prompt boils down to is…

What if reader was with CK Terry and then KK3 Terry showed up and crashed the party? YES IT IS A TALE OF 2 TERRYS BUCKLE UP Y’ALL.

TW: threesome, dirty talk, dom/sub, ddlg, double penetration (in a couple of different ways), oral sex, vaginal sex, teasing, edging, degradation, spanking, rough sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, literally passing out because two fine men have fucked you into a stupor, time travel/a multiverse that isn’t questioned because this is the EPITOME of PWP!

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“Oh fuck Terry YES!” you moan, grinding your hips as he finally enters you again. Your man was a damn tease, and had been toying with you until you had been nothing more than a pleading mess.

“That’s it, my love. Now lean back and ride me – I want to watch you take my cock,” Terry croons, watching you lay back on your palms, your head thrown back as you moan in pleasure. His hands come around you and firmly grab handfuls of your ass, helping to guide you up and down as you ride him.

There are few sights that Terry loves more than watching his cock sink into your tight, wet heat, and he thrusts up into you eagerly; he could never get enough of you. Moving a hand along your hip and across your thigh, he rubs your clit in circles in the way he knows makes your toes curl. Sure enough, your back arches even further as soon as his finger touches your sensitive flesh – he can feel your hair brushing his legs from how far you’ve bent backward. Christ, the ways he’s bent and twisted this flexible, responsive body of yours over the years… he was a lucky man.

He feels you getting close, your pussy starting to flutter around his cock, and he pulls you upright so that he can see your face. Watching your face as you came for him was another one of his favourite things to look at; the way your lips parted, your flushed cheeks, the way you begged him for more with your eyes. You were perfection.

“Please baby, I’m so close!” you whimper, your face a mask of ecstasy. You lean down to kiss him, pulling away to let out a wail as he adjusts his hips just slightly to make his cock hit your g-spot with every thrust.

“That’s right, Y/N, come for me,” he groans, feeling his own climax approaching. “Milk my cock of every drop of cum I pump into you!” Your pussy clenches around his cock as you come for him – dirty talk always took you over the edge – and he follows shortly after, both of you crying out with your release.

Terry pulls you down on top of his chest, kissing you languidly as you both regain your breath. Slowly, he flips you over, caging you in against the bed and deepening the kiss. You hold the side of his face in one hand, the other reaching up to play with the soft silver curls that framed his face. He leans into your touch slightly, his eyes closed, and you smile up at him, loving how relaxed and content he is. He deserved it, after everything he had been through in his life.

“What great thing could I possibly have done for fate to consider me worthy of having you?” he murmurs wonderingly, opening his eyes to look down at you with a smile.

“You are ridiculous, Terry Silver,” you insist, pulling him down for a kiss and giggling against his lips. “We both know that I’m the spoiled one in this relationship!”

“All the money in the world couldn’t buy me your kindness, your beautiful mind… not to mention you’re irresistible… so damn insatiable. If we could bottle up your sex drive, we’d be ten times as successful as Dynatox ever was.” Terry jokes, lightly slapping your hip as he slides down to sit at the foot of the bed.

“If I’m so irresistible, then where are you going, huh?” you tease as you watch him throw on his red silk robe, clutching the sheets to your chest. Normally Terry and you liked more of a cuddle after sex.

“I just remembered that I bought you something and wanted to break it in while I have you here,” he says, leering at you.

“You giving me presents in bed is never a good sign, Terry!” you giggle, wondering what kind of kinky sex toy he’d picked up this time. The man was incorrigible when it came to finding new ways to have you screaming his name, and you loved it.

“What can I say? I’m a dirty old man. Rest up, love; you’re going to need it.” His warning is playful, but you take it seriously. Terry loved to please you until you begged for mercy – not that he would give it to you; Cobra Kai’s mantra extended into your bedroom as far as he was concerned.

Turning onto your stomach, you hug a pillow to your chest, trying to relax. Maybe Terry would let you nap for a half hour or so before round two…

Unfortunately, you haven’t even managed to doze off before you hear the bedroom door open again. Pretending to be asleep, you sense more than hear Terry approach the bed, and feel his weight shift the mattress as he climbs onto it.

Immediately, his hands are pulling up your hips, then reaching underneath you to roughly play with your nipples. You moan wantonly, surprised at how rough Terry was being, and in response he returns his hands to your hips, entering you from behind.

This was a quick turnaround, even for Terry, you think to yourself as he ruts into you, your breath coming out in quiet grunts from the force of his thrusts. This feels good, and right, as being with Terry always did, but something was… off.

“Terry?” you ask, the word coming out half-question and half-moan.

“Yes, babygirl?” comes his voice from behind you, and again, it does sound like Terry… but it doesn’t. Was he trying out some kind of kinky roleplay? Normally that was something you discussed together beforehand…

You turn to look over your shoulder at him, not wanting to end whatever game he was playing with you – you didn’t think you would ever turn down sex with Terry – but your Terry is nowhere to be found.

The man currently thrusting himself inside of you appears closer to your age, and there is a strong resemblance to your lover. He has Terry’s build, his dark hair is tied back in a ponytail that was a twin of Terry’s when he styled it that way, and while his eyes seem identical to Terry’s, they are locked onto yours in a mocking way, as though he was daring you to say or do something.

You lunge forward, kicking back at one of the man’s knees with all the power your leg can muster, and move to scramble away. The man is only momentarily fazed, snatching one of your ankles and yanking you back towards him firmly.

“TERRY!” you scream as loud as you can, over and over as you punch and kick and struggle with everything you’ve got. The man laughs, and it has a cruel edge to it. He somehow dodges quite a few hits, and those that do make contact don’t seem to even register to him as he pins down your arms and legs with his own, looking down at you with a predatory expression. Readjusting so that he can pin down both your wrists with one large hand, he reaches the other down to your throat, squeezing and slowly adding pressure until you stop making noise.

“So the old man still likes girls with a bit of fire in them, huh? That’s good, at least.”

“Who the hell are you?” you manage to choke out around his grip on your neck. “Don’t fucking touch me!”

He gives you a menacing smile. “Oh babygirl, I’ve only just gotten started…”

Leaning down, he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking it hard while you writhe and buck against him, ignoring your choked pleas and sobs.

“I’m going to show you how a real man fucks his woman,” he promises, releasing your hands so that he can line his cock up with your entrance. You whimper, your eyes clenched shut as you try to push him off you. The grip around your throat loosens. “I think we should let those pretty screams out, don’t you? Let’s see how long it takes your dear husband to even notice you’re getting the fucking of your life.”

He releases your throat, gripping your hips and preparing to thrust back into you and you scream again, worried about Terry, scared for yourself…

The bedroom door bangs open and then everything is silent. The man doesn’t move from his place on top of you, his eyes locked with yours and a smirk playing at his lips.

“Get the fuck off of her, and I may let you leave here alive.”

The man ignores him, keeping you pinned down, and Terry’s rage and pain at seeing someone else on top of you, hurting you, has him crossing the room in two long strides, ready to tear the man apart.

“I said get off!” he snarls, pulling one of the man’s arms back.

He freezes, for there, on the man’s side, is an eerily familiar tattoo of a cobra. The faded scarring of where Terry’s own tattoo had been, in the exact same place, tingles in a strange sense of recognition.

He tosses the man off of the bed with inhuman force and moves to stand in front of you, protecting you from the intruder who is now laughing on the ground where Terry threw him.

“Terry, what’s happening? Who is that?! Why does he look like –”

The man slowly gets to his feet, and as you look between the two of them you start to feel dizzy. Now that your Terry is with you, you can see it clearly; this stranger looks exactly like the pictures of Terry from decades ago.

The two men approach each other slowly, moving with the same silent, fluid movements, like panthers waiting to strike.

“What the hell are you?” your Terry breathes, taking in his younger counterpart with confusion.

“I could ask you the same, old man,” the other replies. You whimper, hearing the similarities between their voices. Both sets of blue eyes flit over to you, one concerned and one rather predatory.

“Are you alright, love?” your Terry asks, and while his body remains tensed for a fight his concern and love are evident in his voice. You nod, unable to speak as you look between the two of them.

“Do you mean to tell me I turn into a soft old man?” the young man scoffs. Your Terry levels the man with a glare.

“Christ, I forgot just how much of an asshole I used to be,” he mutters, and your jaw drops.

“Terry, are you saying you actually think that th–”

“He is me from the past, Y/N, I have no doubt. What I don’t understand is how, or why.”

“Hey, don’t ask me! One minute I’m relaxing in my tub, thinking about my future and who might be in it, and the next I’m here.”

Terry considers this. There had been a moment, when he was fucking you, where he had wondered what things would have been like if you’d been around in the 80s, if you’d met when you were both the same age. How much more time he would have had with you… was this somehow the universe’s way of letting him live out that fantasy?

“You managed to do pretty well for yourself, old man,” the younger Terry continues, walking slowly towards where you were curled up on the bed, wrapped in a sheet. “How do we manage to land a hot young thing like this at your age?”

Your Terry’s arm comes between the two of you, keeping his younger self away from you.

“Don’t. You’re scaring her.”

“Oh come on! Let me have a turn with her – you can’t tell me you haven’t once thought about taking her in your prime; the way you used to fuck, without all this sentimental crap.”

Terry pauses, his cock hardening at the thought. He was far too jealous to share you with anyone else, but couldn’t deny that the thought of watching you with his younger self was…intriguing.

“You’d have to ask her, wouldn’t you?” he replies noncommittally after a moment.

“Terry!” you gasp, scandalized.

Terry looks at his past self, his eyes imperceptibly flitting to the armchair in the corner, and the other man smirks, calmly moving to sit in the chair, completely naked, hard, and unbothered.

You find you can’t take your eyes off of the younger man, whether it be out of fear, desire, or both. Even as your Terry sits on the bed beside you and gathers you in his arms, your gaze is locked on the man in the corner, his blue eyes glinting at you in the romantic lighting.

“Talk to me, love. Is this something you could be open to?”

“Are you really considering letting another man fuck me?” you ask quietly, your voice slightly hysterical. The man slowly licks his lips, and you shudder in Terry’s arms.

“He… he wasn’t wrong earlier, Y/N.” Terry admits, kissing the spot just below your ear that you liked as he holds you against him tightly. “I have thought about how things might have been if we’d met at the same age. I would never even consider sharing you with anyone else, but my younger self?” he asks rhetorically, and you feel his cock twitch against your ass. This was really getting him off, huh?

“I don’t know, Terry. Being with two guys at once would be really dirty…”

“You are dirty, my little fucktoy,” he purrs in the low, husky tone he uses when he’s talking you into trying something particularly kinky. Even now, in this crazy, fucked up situation, it starts to work; your thighs clench together and you let out a slight moan, your eyes fluttering closed.

“We would have you coming so many times you wouldn’t know your own name by the end,” he croons, kissing your neck. “You’re always wanting more of my cock; let’s see how you handle two…” You whimper, squirming against him in his lap, and he knows he’s got you.

He turns your face towards him with a finger, kissing you passionately, and you give yourself over to your desire, melting into him and allowing him to tug the sheet away from your body. Terry’s hands come up to your breasts, fingers playing gently with your nipples as he murmurs praise and thanks against your lips.

Suddenly, your head is turned sharply and another pair of lips descends on yours, demanding and persistent. You whine softly against his mouth as you feel two pairs of hands on your body; your husband’s still at your breasts while the younger Terry’s are gripping your hips tightly, kneading them firmly.

“I want to watch him take you, little one,” your Terry purrs in your ear, nibbling your earlobe. “I want to watch you come apart for him the way you do for me.”

“Terry!” you cry out desperately, and you feel both men shudder against you before redoubling their efforts, hands and lips toying with you until you’re dizzy.

“I want you to call me Sir instead of screaming my name, doll. I want it to be very clear that it’s me that you’re begging for,” demands younger Terry in your other ear before biting you shoulder.

“Oh please, there’s no way you can hold a candle to my Terry,” you challenge breathlessly, and in an instant his hand is around your throat.

“I’m going to break you,” he promises with a snarl, yanking you towards him with a hand tangled in your hair. A flood of arousal moves through your body, and you feel yourself getting wetter.

“Be a good girl for him, love, like you are for me,” your Terry murmurs against your cheek, squeezing your hand before getting off the bed and moving to sit in the chair.

You tense, nervous at being fully at the mercy of this new Terry – he definitely seems like he has something to prove to you and your husband. He seems to take in the tension of your body with a great deal of pleasure, a predatory grin spreading across his face.

“Scared, babygirl?” he asks with mock concern, stroking your cheek with a finger, his other hand still gripping your hair and keeping you from moving your head. “You should be. I’m going to use your tight little body in ways your husband has only dreamed about.”

With that, he pounces on you, flipping you onto your knees and pushing your head down, cheek turned to stare at your Terry who is watching you both with a wild lust, his hard cock now visible through his open robe. A shudder runs through you – you feel so used, so dirty at just the thought of what was about to happen while your husband watched you, a strange, heady desire taking hold of you.

Without warning, a hand comes down on you hard, spanking your pussy and making you cry out in pain and surprise, your knees weak from the pleasure coursing through you at the sting.

“You’d better keep this ass up,” Terry threatens, slapping your hip lightly as he guides his cock to grind against your wet pussy, coating his cock in your juices. You whine, arching your back further and bucking up against him in need, and he laughs cruelly at you.

“Yeah, you need to be fucked senseless, don’t you Y/N?” and the sound of your name coming from his lips for the first time seems to make you aware of the reality of the situation, your eyes flitting back over to your Terry as he watches the two of you, licking his lips subconsciously. Another quick spank to your pussy and you yelp, looking over your shoulder at him as your body throbs with need.

“I asked you a question, my little whore. Don’t look over there again.” You nod, unable to form words; your Terry drove you wild with his dirty talk, but this was on a whole different level. You want more, you want him to defile, debase, degrade you in front of your husband until you came screaming around his cock.

“Beg for my cock, like you mean it,” younger Terry demands, leaning over you, his chest pressed against your back. He licks the shell of your ear and you shudder beneath him, fighting your weak knees to stay in position.

“Please fuck me!” The amount of desperation in your voice sounds foreign to your own ears; you have no idea what to expect, but the anticipation is driving you wild.

“What did I tell you to call me?” he asks, teasing your entrance with his cock. You whimper.

“Please, Sir!” you beg, trembling with anticipation. “I need your cock!”

He thrusts into you in one quick motion and immediately sets a brutal pace, and all you can do is grip the sheets in your fists and bury your face in a pillow to muffle your screams. He doesn’t let that stand for long though, yanking your head up by the hair, your back arched to the point of hurting.

“No no no,” he tsks, laughing at your shrieks as he pounds into you at this new, deeper angle. “You don’t hide those pretty screams from me. We want to hear every. Last. One.” He punctuates each word with another deep thrust that has you crying out for him again and again.

“Oh f-fuck yes!” you stammer, nearly incoherent as he releases your hair, letting your head and arms drop carelessly back onto the bed, his hands sliding down your body to play with your nipples roughly.

“That’s right, take this cock like you were meant to, babygirl,” he growls, pulling you up into his arms and turning you to face the side of the bed, spreading you open on his lap as he thrusts up into you. “You love this cock, don’t you Y/N? Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love your cock, Sir! Pound my pussy, PLEASE!”

“Look at him, Y/N,” Terry whispers in your ear. “Look at your husband while you take my cock, and beg me for more.”

You shudder around him, forcing your eyes open to see that your Terry has moved the chair right beside the bed, stroking his cock slowly as he watches the two of you, transfixed. The sight makes you feel so humiliated, so dirty, so unbelievably hot all over that you seem to lose all sense of control.

“Fuck me harder, Sir! I’m your dirty little fucktoy!” you scream, rocking your hips against him desperately as you feel yourself getting closer. He senses this, reaching down to play with your clit, and you see stars.

“YES! Use me!” you plead, chanting the words over and over until he hits your g-spot at just the right angle, sending you over the edge and coming around his cock with moans that gradually fade into soft whimpers as you shudder around him. You are utterly spent.

“She takes direction well,” Terry comments offhandedly to his counterpart, still sheathed inside you as you come down from your orgasm, grinding his hips against yours and dragging soft whimpers from your throat. “And so responsive to everything. Have you fucked her ass yet?” he asks bluntly, squeezing the flesh eagerly. You’re too boneless to swat his hand away, and he’d probably just bend you over again if you tried.

“We will not be exploring that,” your Terry says sternly. “…tonight,” he adds, and you let out a moan, visions of being sandwiched between both men teasing you behind your closed eyes. You didn’t think anyone could handle being so full…

“Ooohh, but she wants it! Her cunt just tightened like a fucking vice,” Terry groans, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Not tonight. Now let her rest for a moment,” your Terry insists, climbing on the bed beside you and gathering you into his arms so that you’re laying back against his chest.

“Looks like I wore her out,” younger Terry comments smugly, taking a seat in the vacated chair, his cock still hard and dripping in your juices. “I guess she’d never taken a pounding like that before.”

“She’s not nearly done yet,” replies Terry, unbothered by his counterpart’s taunting. “Are you, sweetheart?” he asks, stroking your hair. You shake your head tiredly with a groan.

“Good girl,” your Terry purrs in your ear, lightly stroking your sides with his large hands in a way that gets you tingling.

“Any animal can make their mate scream if they rut into them hard enough,” Terry tells his younger self with derision. “Just relax, darling,” he croons, bending you back over one of his arms, making you arch until your breasts are nearly level with his face, allowing him to tease your nipples with his mouth and fingers. “That’s it. Now don’t move.”

You freeze in place, head hanging upside down as you brace yourself with your palms on the bed, trying to keep your breathing steady. He sucks on each nipple lightly, coating both with his spit, and blows cool air on them gently, making you hiss and tremble as you try to stay put.

“Like I said, anyone can pound into their partner the way you do. But can you make her scream without that? Do you know how it feels to have complete control of someone’s mind and body? I can make her come without even touching her; I can get her to do anything I want,” he boasts, running his free hand up and down one side of your body from your ribs to your knee. The way that you’re twisted and frozen in place, he looks like he’s playing you like an instrument, and your whole body is vibrating from his touches.

“Come off it, old man,” snorts younger Terry, though his darkened gaze is fixed on how you’re responding to the other man’s touches. He resists the urge to take his cock in hand.

“Should we show him how I break you, love?” Terry asks, teasing your nipples with the tip of his tongue, and you whine desperately in assent, unable to find words. A noise of approval rumbles through his chest and he slowly pulls you back up, the blood rushing from your head. He settles you between his legs, your back against his chest.

“Arms around my neck, sweetheart,” he orders you, and you reach your arms up and behind you, clasping them around his neck. “Good girl,” he praises, and you smile dreamily; it’s almost like he’s got you hypnotized when he’s got you like this, especially when you’re still riding the high of multiple orgasms. You’re floating in a haze of pleasure, and you want to stay here forever.

Terry twines one of his legs around each of yours and widens his stance, spreading your own legs wide and baring your pussy to him and his younger self.

“What are the rules, baby? Look at him and tell him what the rules are,” Terry croons, his fingers moving in teasing patterns across your skin as he grips your waist.

“No lowering my arms or closing my legs,” you recite, feeling your eyes flutter closed as he moves his hands, one coming up to knead one of your breasts while the other moves between your legs to leisurely fuck you with two long fingers.

“Oh God,” you moan, your pussy still sensitive. “N-No coming without your permission, and I have to t-tell you when I’m c-close!” you stammer as he lifts his thumb to rub your clit in circles. Younger Terry is watching you hungrily, stroking his cock to the pace of your husband’s fingers, and you feel yourself getting dizzy with arousal again.

“That’s my good girl,” he coos, trailing his tongue possessively up and down your neck and shoulder. You grip your wrists tighter to keep your hands locked around his neck. “Starting to feel sore? Tell me, sweetheart.”

“I don’t feel sore, I feel used, and so dirty and fuck I’m getting close!” you pant, writhing on the bed between his legs, grinding your ass back against his hard cock. Immediately, he removes his hand from between your legs, playing with your nipples while you get yourself back under control.

“Not yet, my little whore,” Terry warns, biting your neck and sucking long enough to leave a mark. You feel another wave of lust wash over you and let out a wanton moan; you loved when Terry marked you.

His hand returns to your pussy, fingers teasing your entrance. “Such a dirty girl, getting off on this. Do you like getting passed back and forth between us, Y/N? You love having an audience, don’t you?”

“Yes yes YES!” you moan, bucking your hips needily as he enters you again.

“But you want more, don’t you babygirl?” he asks, pinching one of your nipples as he curls his fingers against your g-spot, making you shriek. “You want us both at the same time, isn’t that right? You need two cocks pumping you f–”

“I’M CLOSE!” you cry out, and you feel tears of frustration falling down your cheeks as he withdraws his hand again. “No, please don’t stop!” you beg, your hands coming apart to grip his shoulders, your fingernails digging into his flesh as you try to keep yourself from reaching down and finishing the job. Terry ignores your attempts and your pleas, holding up his two glistening fingers to your face. You take them into your mouth immediately, licking and sucking your juices off of his fingers desperately.

“Such a needy slut, sucking yourself off of my fingers. What do you need, baby? Tell me how badly you want it.”

“Please let me come for you, Daddy!” you beg, your eyes rolling back in your head as you frantically try to grind your hips against the sheets, sobbing with need.

“Daddy?!” younger Terry repeats with a wicked grin. “You dirty, dirty old man.”

“That’s not something I asked her to do,” Terry replies calmly, clearly pleased by how you’re losing control for him. “She only calls me that when she can’t help it, isn’t that right, baby girl?” he asks, and you nod vigorously, your eyes tightly shut as you struggle to hold onto your sanity.

“Now, you’re going to sit quietly while I speak to our guest about what we’re going to do with you next. You’d better tell me when you’re close again, and if you don’t come the instant I touch your clit, you won’t come again tonight, understand?” your Terry explains, spreading your legs even further, your pussy dripping onto the sheets. You nod again, keeping quiet as instructed; you’d fallen for that before and didn’t think you’d be able to withstand a punishment now…

“Fuck, she’s practically delirious,” younger Terry murmurs approvingly, sitting on the foot of the bed to watch you come apart. “So desperate to be fucked senseless, aren’t you?” he purrs at your shuddering form. You don’t respond, you can’t even force your eyes open to look at him. He slaps you across the face suddenly, hard enough to sting and surprising you enough that you open your eyes.

“Look at me when I’m speaking to you, little whore,” he growls, gripping your chin roughly in one hand, and you lock your eyes with his. “I think I want to fuck your throat next; you’d look so good with your pretty lips around my cock. Is that what you want, baby? You want me to fuck your face while your cunt takes your Daddy’s cock?” he mocks you, and you’re a hyperventilating mess, nodding frantically and struggling to stay in position.

Your husband’s arms come around your waist, supporting you as you tremble violently against him. “I promised you two cocks at once, didn’t I love? Maybe after that we find a little compromise… I bet we could get you taking both our cocks at once in that tight, wet cunt of yours.”

“Ohhh FUCK!” you shriek, the images running through your mind making you impossibly wetter. “Please, yes, I want you both fucking me and using me every way you want! I need your cocks! Daddy, Sir, please let me come!”

Terry’s hand slowly trails from your waist to your abdomen, taking his time and making you scream in frustration, and all it takes is the lightest touch of his fingers on your neglected clit to have you coming harder than you ever have before, wailing incoherently, your grip around his neck pulling his head down towards you. He chuckles mockingly in your ear as you come apart from him, your whole body shaking from the overstimulation.

Suddenly, you feel a tongue at your clit, your body scrambling back against Terry’s as you try to detangle your limbs from your husband’s. You are far too sensitive for this right now. Your arms fall to your sides, numb from the lack of circulation, so you can’t push away the dark-haired head between your legs. He sucks your sensitive flesh thoroughly, licking you clean with a moan, while your husband squeezes your upper arms to encourage the blood to flow back into your limbs.

“Relax, love, let him have a taste,” Terry purrs, sucking a trail of hickies along your collarbone. “It’s not his fault; you know how mouthwatering you are.” You moan tiredly, resigning yourself to your fate as you recline against him. You knew that they weren’t done with you yet, but you didn’t know how much more you could take.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet, baby. I can’t get enough of you,” younger Terry groans, sitting up on his knees, his mouth shining with your juices. He leans down to kiss you passionately, and you taste yourself on his tongue, feeling filthy. Would you ever not feel dirty after tonight?

“Thank you, Sir,” you whimper as he breaks the kiss, knowing that he would appreciate the show of submission. You were right; his eyes fill with heat again, and he traces your lips with his thumb.

“Such a good girl. I love this dirty mouth of yours, baby. What do you say we give your cunt a little break and you put these lips to work for us, huh?” You nod vigorously, needing a break from your own pleasure and wanting to be used in another new way.

You force your tired body to move, crawling to the middle of the bed and sitting on your knees, looking between their hard cocks hungrily, licking your lips. You wonder if they taste the same…

The position themselves to either side of you, standing on their knees, their cocks level with your face. You suck your bottom lip, and they both groan softly. You lick both of your palms before reaching out and wrapping a hand around each of them, stroking slowly.

“Perfect little slut…” younger Terry breathes, his expression predatory.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Now it’s your turn to tease us, however you want…” your Terry purrs, hissing as you take him into your mouth, keeping one hand pumping younger Terry’s cock slowly. You moan around his cock, the vibrations adding to his pleasure, and he tangles a hand in your hair tightly. “Christ, Y/N,” he groans as you bob your head, taking more of him into your mouth and swirling your tongue around him. Nothing tasted as good as Terry.

After pleasing him for a minute or two, you look up at him from under your eyelashes with a coy expression, sliding him out of your mouth with a ‘pop!’ of your lips.

“You damn little tease…”he growls at you, watching you kiss the tip of his cock sweetly. You smile up at him, moving over to your other lover, but before you get a chance to taste him he’s got a fist tight in your hair, keeping you in place. You look up questioningly at him.

“I’m going to fuck your face until you’re gasping for breath after this,” he reminds you bluntly, and a soft moan escapes you at the thought. “So right now, I want you to suck my cock like your life depends on it, understand?” Gripping the base of his cock, he slaps your cheek with it, and your mouth falls open at the degrading action.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, tracing your lips with the tip of his cock. “Now put that mouth to work.”

You wrap your hands around his hips to squeeze his butt and pull him closer, taking his cock into your mouth and giving the sloppiest head of your life, drooling down your chin as you force yourself to take more of him, tears pricking your eyes as your gag reflex is triggered.

“Fuck baby, you suck cock like a dream,” he growls approvingly, holding your chin still. “Now say ‘thank you, Sir’ with your mouth full of my cock.”

You do your best, trying to get the words out with your mouth full, but all you can manage is a mumbling attempt that has him laughing mockingly at you.

“Ohhh good try, baby,” he says condescendingly, patting your cheek gently and pulling his cock out of your mouth. “Now touch both of us, suck both of us. Show us that you’re ready for more.”

“Yes, Sir,” you reply demurely, wiping drool off your chin. They move closer towards you, and you grip one of their cocks in each hand again, stroking slowly, giving one a thorough licking before switching to the other, going back and forth between them until your wrists are sore. Your whole body is exhausted at this point, but still thrumming with an energy and desire that has you wanting more.

“I think someone deserves to play with their new toy,” your husband says, reaching into the pocket of his robe and revealing a small handheld vibrator. You clamp your legs together instinctively; you wouldn’t last long if he used that on you now.

“Terry, I can’t! I won’t last!” you insist. You needed to experience what they had mentioned before, taking both of them at once.

“It won’t be on the whole time, baby,” Terry reassures you, sliding out of his robe. “But be a good girl, or I’ll use this on that little clit until you pass out, got it?”

You nod obediently, but your whole body is tense. It would seem that Terry’s younger self had given him new inspiration for how to be dominant with you. He gives you a condescending smile, moving the vibrator towards your thighs, and you reflexively back away slightly. His eyes narrow.

“Well, that won’t do,” he sighs, as if disappointed. “Pin her down for me.”

With a slightly sinister laugh, younger Terry pounces on you, twisting you into position while you try to squirm away. It would seem that your Terry had rubbed off on his younger self as well; the man was positively giddy at the thought of toying with you until you passed out.

“Please, I can’t!” you beg, as your husband settles between your legs with your new toy.

“Poor thing, she’s shaking like a leaf,” your captor taunts from behind you, tightening his grip on you as you tremble. “No mercy, Sensei,” he leers, and you can hear the grin in his voice without having to look at him.

“All you have to do is last ten seconds for me, Y/N,” Terry adds, as though this was meant to be encouraging to you. “Ten seconds, and then we’ll take you together and make you feel so good, I promise.”

You nod, trying to relax, and he wastes no time, pressing the tip to your clit and turning it on.

It is the longest ten seconds of your life.

You’re screaming the instant the vibrations start, the stimulation immediately too much for you. Younger Terry laughs in your ear, feeling your body trying to fight him, spreading your legs even wider in retribution. Your clit is so sensitive, practically rubbed raw at this point, and you’re on the verge of the fastest orgasm you’ve ever been pushed to, but then it seems to recede, like your body knows it needs to pace itself to endure what’s to come.

Finally, your husband removes the toy, and your body goes limp in the younger man’s arms. He wastes no time, getting off the bed and tugging you until your head hangs off the mattress beside his hips. Your Terry spreads your legs, kneeling between them, lining up his hard cock to fuck you.

“Try to keep up, old man,” Younger Terry says challengingly to his counterpart, guiding his cock to your lips. You open them obediently, earning yourself an approving pat on the cheek. “And you’d better relax, doll. I’m going to have you choking on my dick until you’re a sobbing mess.”

You let out a shuddering breath, and then he’s thrusting into your mouth. All you can do is lay your head back and let him fuck your face, inching towards your gag reflex with every push of his hips. Unable to see, you feel your husband lifting your hips off of the bed and wrapping your legs around his waist, keeping your lower body off the bed. He enters you in one deep thrust and you scream around the cock in your mouth, feeling overwhelmingly full.

They set up a perfect rhythm, as if they had been pleasing you together for years. With the force of their thrusts, your body shifts slightly on the bed, moving back and forth onto their cocks. As younger Terry pushes his cock past your gag reflex, you find yourself unable to breathe, to make a sound, and the air is filled with the sounds of slapping skin and primal groans as the men use you as their fucktoy. Your entire sense of self narrows down to what these men are doing to you, and you couldn’t muster a coherent thought beyond ‘MORE’ if your life depended on it.

“Such a perfect little cumslut, isn’t she?” younger Terry says to his elder counterpart as he gives you a brief moment to catch your breath (and to hear your moans). “Fuck her harder. She needs it, and I want to hear her scream.” He shifts you so that your head can rest on the bed, slowly pumping his fist up and down his cock as he holds it over your face.

Your Terry growls, taking advantage of the opportunity, and pulls you closer, throwing your legs over his shoulders and leaning over you, almost bending you in half as he fucks you harder and deeper with every thrust.

“You’re my dirty cocksucking whore, aren’t you?” he growls, taking in your delirious, teary expression as you wail for him. “Repeat it.”

“I’m your dirty cocksucking whore!” you moan out with no hesitation or shyness, squirming as younger Terry slaps your tits with his cock, leaving traces of precum across your nipples.

“You were made for this; made for us,” he groans, circling his hips in a grinding motion, still buried inside you. “Who do you belong to, baby?”

“I’m yours, Terry… Daddy… Sir…” you moan out needily, completely cock drunk, but still you don’t want this to ever stop. Both men groan in approval. You feel Terry’s cock at your lips again and immediately start to suck him, tongue swirling around him.

“Shit that’s good,” younger Terry sighs, grabbing a handful of your hair and guiding your head to move how he wants you. “Now, you’re going to come for us one more time, doll, and then we’re going to both fuck that pussy and pump you so full of cum that it’s going to be dripping down your thighs all night long.”

“You won’t be able to walk straight for a week after we’re done ruining this cunt,” your Terry snarls, slowing his pace to quick, deep thrusts, staying buried in your tight pussy until you find yourself bucking against him, whimpering for more.

“I can’t!” you choke out, your mouth full of cock.

“You will,” younger Terry commands, his harsh tone making you shiver. “You just need some help, babygirl.”

You hear the vibrating of the sex toy before he lifts it into your line of sight, and your eyes roll back into your head. You feel faint at just the thought of him touching you with it. Your Terry adjusts the angle of his hips, coming at you from below at an angle that has him hitting your g-spot… and that gives easier access to your clit. Younger Terry holds the toy to your clit, just above your husband’s cock as he fucks you hard and deep, and they have you coming apart again for them within a minute.

“FuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!” you shriek, sobbing as you come, your pussy clenching around Terry’s cock hard enough to have him hissing and pulling out of you. You knew he wouldn’t come until he had fulfilled his last fantasy with you, and you knew that it was the only thing even keeping you conscious at this point.

You fall back against the mattress, twitching in the aftershocks of your orgasm, your eyes barely able to stay open. Both men loom over you, identical smirks on their faces; they’re proud about how thoroughly they’ve exhausted you.

“You don’t need a break, do you baby girl?” Younger Terry asks with mock innocence, running a teasing finger down your body. You shiver, and glare up at him weakly, unable to speak.

“We’re going to fill you up so good, love. You can’t sleep without a pussy full of come; I know that,” your husband croons, pulling you upright before he reclines against the headboard, his cock hard and still slippery with your juices. “Go get the lube for us, love. We don’t want to hurt you.”

“Maybe just a little,” adds younger Terry, watching your ass as you crawl to the bedside table. You return, applying the lube thoroughly to both cocks, and by the time you’ve completed your task your knees are so shaky that they have to help you, lifting you up to straddle your Terry’s hips.

“You just relax and take it, sweetheart,” younger Terry coos in your ear from behind you. You whimper as you’re lowered onto your husband’s cock, fucking you slowly and pulling you down against his chest, kissing you passionately. “That’s it, let us do all the work; let us use you like the fucktoy you are.”

“Arch your back, Y/N, and ask him to take you,” your Terry urges, spreading your ass and pussy wide with his large hands as his counterpart takes up his position on his knees behind you.

“P-Please, Sir!” you beg, your breath hitching in your anticipation.

“Please what?” he taunts, and you whine in frustration.

“Please fuck me too, Sir!” you plead, arching your back even further and causing you husband’s cock hit you at a new, deep angle. “I need both your cocks stretching me out, please!”

You feel his cock teasing your entrance, slowly pushing inside next to your husband’s, and your breath starts coming in short fast gasps before he’s even gotten the head of his cock fully inside you.

“It’s okay, you’re okay Y/N,” your Terry murmurs reassuringly, blue eyes locked with yours, and you immediately feel at ease.

“We’ve got you, doll,” younger Terry purrs, kissing your shoulder softly.

Relaxing as best you can, you let your men move you between them, passing you back and forth, rocking you up and down until both are completely sheathed inside of you, stretching you more than you would have thought could possibly be pleasurable. They still their hips, moving to soothe you, hands and lips running over your skin with devotion as they whisper words of encouragement, feeling you relax further around them.

“Such a good girl.”

“So perfect for us, made for us.”

You’re not even sure who is saying what at this point, completely blissed out as you are. All of your senses are overwhelmed, surrounded by Terry, and all you can do is cry out for them to move, already.

They set up a perfect rhythm, rocking you between them as they alternate their thrusts into you, groaning and cursing in your ears as they fuck you, obscenities falling from your own lips without you even being aware of it. You weren’t aware of anything other than them around you, inside you, making you feel so used, so dirty, so complete. Their pace increases, and you can tell that they’re both getting close.

“Please!” you chant over and over to the rhythm of their hips bucking against yours. “Please fill me up, I need it, I’m so close TERRY!” you wail, coming hard and clenching around their cocks, feeling them both coming deep in your cunt, their hands gripping your body tightly.

Your vision starts to go black, your hearing fading as you start to pass out. You relax, knowing that there’s no need to panic. Terry would always take care of you.

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“She’s completely out,” younger Terry says, snickering as he slowly shifts your weight forward and into your husband’s arms. Pulling out of you – still somewhat reluctant to do so – he rolls over, laying on his back on what is normally your side of the bed with a sigh.

Your Terry cradles you gently against his chest, brushing your hair off of your sweaty forehead and listening to your steady breathing. Satisfied that you were alright, he lifts you gently off his lap, placing you in the middle of the mattress before laying down beside you on his side, one arm wrapped around your waist. He never wanted to stop touching you after sex, now more than ever.

Looking down at you, a relaxed smile on your face in your sleep, your Terry is more confident than ever that you were truly made for him, throughout any point in his life.

“You’re giving me a toothache, the way you’re looking at her,” younger Terry comments with a roll of his eyes. “When do I become such a damned sap?”

Your husband looks over at his younger self, not upset, but pitying. If only he’d experienced love earlier in life, before you, maybe he wouldn’t have spent so many decades being so angry. Then again, if he had, maybe he wouldn’t have met you. It wouldn’t have been worth it, he thinks to himself, his hand stroking your hip gently.

“You won’t be so bitter forever,” is all he says, speaking from experience that the younger man couldn’t argue with. “She makes everything better.”

“Look she’s hot, I’ll give you that, and a fucking dynamite lay, but so what? We’ve had dozens of those!”

Your Terry reaches up across your body, smacking the other man upside the head in warning.

“If you really thought she was the same as the others, you wouldn’t be trying to figure out how to come back here again right now.”

“What the fuck?!” younger Terry asks in shock, sitting up to stare at the other man. “You can see inside my head?”

Your Terry snorts, not having bothered to move in response to the other man's agitation; he knew it wasn’t necessary. “No, you idiot. I am you, I know how you think.”

The younger man relaxes, falling back against the pillows. You shift slightly in your sleep, leaning your head on his shoulder with a happy sigh, and Terry watches his younger reflection soften. Comfortable affection was something hard to come by in his younger years, Terry knew.

“Could I?” younger Terry asks softly, hesitantly, sounding more like Twig than your Terry would have thought possible. Perhaps he hadn’t truly been as invincible and impenetrable during the 80’s as he’d thought he was in the moment.

“Could you what?” he presses, knowing full-well what his younger self is asking for.

“If I could come back, could I see her again? Be with her again?” The yearning in his voice is palpable, but Terry doesn’t begrudge him for it. How could he? You were his younger self’s soulmate as much as you were his. He wishes he had met you sooner, that you had been born sooner every day, after all.

“If you ever find your way back here, and Y/N is receptive to it – and I have no doubt she will be – then yes, I have no issue with it.”

The two men share a look of understanding over your slumbering form, and your Terry relaxes beside you on the bed, taking one of your hands into his and feigning sleep. His younger self needed every opportunity to exhibit kindness that he could get, and Terry has no problem helping himself on his way, as it were.

Sure enough, he feels the weight under the mattress dip as the man on the other side of you sits up, looking down at you with wistful expression.

“Until we meet again, doll,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your forehead gently.

When Terry awakens the next morning, he’s alone with you once more.

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A somewhat comprehensible essay about how the Chaotic Crossover AU was created

Word count: Around 3000 words.

Approximated reading time: 25 minutes.

Summary: Me explaning my weird thought process and the string of ideas that lead to the Chaotic Crossover AU. I wrote the essay for fun, don't take it too seriously. I'm totally not saying that because I went off topic a few times.

It's seperated into 10 sections so that it'll be easier to read. This is my first attempt at posting a longer piece of my writing as well as an essay, I tried to make it interesting and entertaining.

I hope you'll enjoy! 💚💛💜💙

It was around some point at the beginning of the year 2023 that my mom and I randomly decided to watch the movie Ocean's 8 together. I'm usually really picky about movies because my attention span is terrible and if I get bored I don't wanna watch anymore, but when she told me it was about a heist I was hooked. I love heist movies, I always did, and I loved this movie too, it's fun and actually funny and charismatic, with a decent twist to it that I won't spoil, but I definitely do recommend that you give it a watch.

Anyways, that day changed everything. The moment the movie was over, the moment that I went upstairs to my room, I had no real idea what I was getting myself into. I put on my headphones, put on "Mission Impossible Theme - Electric Guitar Cover by Kfir Ochaion - ALP Guitars" on loop, I took my purple hula hoop and I started to pace around my room trying to come up with ideas while spinning it around like a weird stim toy. Ideas for what, you may ask?

For my oc's to be in a heist together, of course.

You see, my mind is very easily influenced. That's definitely not a good thing to be honest, but I don't know how to phrase it differently. Basically, whenever I watch something I immediately start thinking of oc ideas that have something to do with it. If I watch a movie about cowboys I'll be trying to make a cowboy au in my head, If I watch a movie about a royal ball I'll be imagining them all dolled up at a fancy event.

You can bet your ass, that I, heist movie fanatic, wanted my oc's to be in a heist together real bad. Thing is... at the time, I had a teeny tiny little problem that made this idea a little difficult...

I literally only had two oc's to work with.

Those two being Charlie and Mina.

The girlies. The legends. The og's.

...but yeah, still. Two oc's isn't a lot to work with. I did have Charlie as a plot starter, she's literally a thief, of course she'd want to go on a badass heist to steal a bunch of valuables. But how on earth would Charlie convince Mina of all people to go on a heist with her?

Besides... these two are a fun duo, but they're not entertaining enough on their own, seeing only the two of them interact constantly will get bored real quick...

But did you think that stopped me, dear reader? Oh no, no no no no no. I didn't let go of this concept. I felt a mighty need. I NEEDED to see a group of my own special little guys on a wacky heist together.

In an act of desperation, I literally thought about bringing back my old Ducktales oc's and the Club Penguin oc's I had recently scraped. The Club Penguin oc's were a no go, I firmly decided to turn those into humans and to work on them at some point in the future. As for the Ducktales ones, I'd have to rewatch an entire show to be able to properly rewrite and redesign them and I didn't feel like doing that...

...but then, I remembered two oc ideas that were lingering in my mind, waiting to be thought of. A Making Fiends oc, which I did try to create but ultimately scraped the idea of cuz I couldn't make the design look right, and a Welcome Home oc concept, of a sleep themed character with a moon head.

While I was going to start to work on the Welcome Home one, I still didn't wanna tackle the Making Fiends one. So, in my mind, I firstly created a weird meta version of the au we know today.

I started to design and slowly form a personality for moon girl. While I was doing that, I added her to the heist even though she was nowhere near done yet.

As for the Making Fiends guy... well, he was going to be a self aware scraped character who was supposed to be able to exist only in this au, and nowhere else. It was supposed to be an universe where everyone is self aware that they're characters, and that I, their creator, exist.

The guy was supposed to be very mad at me specifically at all times, because the girls got their own lores and stories in their og universes, meanwhile his only role is to fill up space in a heist scenario.

I remember getting the idea that, before I even post about these two, that I should create a series of fake screenshots where I'd showcase these two without explaining who they are, as a sorta little thing that only I would really understand the context of.

...and this is where things changed.

For fake screenshots you need fake scenarios, for fake scenarios you have to imagine the characters interract.

The very first idea I had for this was Charlie, excitedly breaking into the guys house and then trying to convince him to join her crazy heist plan, and him of course not wanting to.

It was this bickering that I really liked. It was this bickering that I found insanely entertaining.

It was this bickering that ultimately saved both Charlie and Milo as characters.

These two are at their BEST, when they have someone to go against, a rival. Someone to argue and fight with. These two basically shaped each other as characters.

Most of Milo's personality was created while I imagined him arguing with Charlie like they're in a Danganronpa trial. And while Charlie's personality didn't change, it definitely expanded. The Charlie from a year ago isn't the Charlie we have now.

Also, I gotta add this, Charlie and Milo are basically Ash and Five but in a different font, I have realized that only later on, and I really love this dynamic. I won't explain who those two are in detail, if you know you know.

So, we have established that these two helped and pushed each other to become the best versions of themselves.

But let's be real, there ain't no way in hell Charlie's gonna convince Milo, even the Milo we have today, to participate in a heist that easily.

So, what does Charlie do?

Drag moon girl into it, of course.

I thought to myself... huh, what if Mr. Serious had a soft spot for moon girl? And then Milo proceeded to shape Molly's character into place, with one of the most beloved dynamics I've made so far. Molly changed Milo a lot too, of course.

Molly is the thing that made me realize that Milo is at his second best when he has someone to care for, someone to love. Eventually this love did spread to Charlie and Mina as well, but he doesn't show it towards them the same way.

Charlie and Molly changed each other in a way that made me realize that Molly is at her best when she has someone to lead her. A lot of Charlie's personality came to be from me imagining her explaining something to Molly in a cool leader type of way.

And then there's Mina. Now you're gonna say, Mina's the odd one out. Mina's the only one who hasn't changed at all since I first introduced her.

Mina has changed, she just changed the least. All three of them shaped her character to be more caring and less cold, which isn't very obvious... given that it's Mina we're talking about.

Heh... I guess ya could say, that she was too lazy to change any more than that. Mina's the most simple character out of all of them, I don't wanna change that too much. Her simple character is fine, and it's at it's best when it's put together with complicated characters. And welp, we got three complicated mfs right here.

All of these dynamics were born while I was imagining them in the heist scenario. You forgot about the heist already, didn't you? I can't blame you, I did too... for a long time.

I just started to imagine them in different scenarios and those kinda made me forget about the heist one, but, within this au the heist thing did happen... well, it was supposed to.

Basically the au began with them all just being thrown into this white room with four doors lined up before them. Each of them had a missing item from their inventories that they wanted to get back. They got to know each other a little while they were going through each other's universes, they found the items and that was it for a while.

Until Charlie found that a new door showed up in the room. The door lead to the front of a giant building, which turned out to be some rich guy's massive mansion. And of course the mansion was full of valuables that Charlie wanted to get her hands on, but failed attempt after failed attempt... she just couldn't get in.

That's when she realized that it would be far easier if she had someone with her... y'know, preferably three people. And boom she's at it with the convincing. Mina agrees cuz she wants to avoid another one of her aunts weedings, Molly agrees cuz Charlie told her that it's a good thing that they're doing this, Milo agrees cuz Molly is a part of it, and because he's baffled that she managed to drag Mina into it.

And because they were like in a heist together I almost called the au the "Charlie's Angels AU". Because y'know... there's Charlie who's conveniently named that, and the other three who's names all start with an M. I honestly still think it'll be a clever name for some sorta au, but I went for the name Chaotic Crossover AU because it's more simple and it explains what the au is about better. Besides, I feel like if I actually went for the title that's a movie reference I'd have to constantly stick to the whole heist thing or otherwise it wouldn't make much sense.

The only other type of name I considered before I went for the one we have today, is something along the lines of MMCM AU. Maybe the letters were arranged differently, I honestly don't exactly remember. Yeah, I didn't get too creative with this one, it honestly sounds like a band name to me... and yes, I did consider making a band au but nah, I'm going to use the band concept for something else. Also there's lore reasons as to why these 4 wouldn't really be capable of being in a band together.

So they meet up to create a plan, they have fun chatting and messing around for the whole day, only to find that the door which Charlie talked about dissapeared. She wasn't lying about it, she even took pictures as proof.

But, oh well, does is matter that much anyways? Maybe the real treasure... the real heist, was the friends we made along the way.

And, it was.

Besides this beginning, there is no other plot to this au.

The rest of it is just them mindlessly having fun with each other as I put them into random scenarios and funky outfits.

I said this somewhere before, but, the au has no actual ending or middle, just a beginning.

Time doesn't flow the same, they're just meant to stay the same age, time has been stopped, basically.

There was supposed to be a plot at some point, but I realized that I would spoil a lot of stuff from their actual canon stories, and I am always overly cautious with not spoiling people.

Also, the characters here don't line up 100% with their canon counterparts, even if they do for the most part, because I erased their canon problems for the sake of having them be actually happy unlike their canon selves.

Thing is, to what extent did I erase these problems?

Because, for some of them, if I erase the problem then they're not the same character anymore...

So it's basically a weird situation where they are and aren't themselves...

...I'm losing you, aren't I? Yeah, I'm losing it too.

What am I trying to say?

I'm trying to explain in a comprehensive way that the Chaotic Crossover AU makes no logical sense.

...unless, you hear me out about the explanation I came up with because I feel the need for everything to magically make sense.

I present to you,

The Dollhouse Explanation

Which says, that the oc's in this au, are doll versions of the actual characters.

1. The white room with the doors is actually a dollhouse. Every universe they go to is me adding another playset to it.

2. Molly, Mina, Milo and Charlie are dolls. I play with them, making up roleplays and scenarios. I dress them up in different outfits very often, like one does with dolls.

3. They don't age because they're dolls and dolls don't age, so it seems as if time has stopped.

Could some of this apply to the act of making oc's and stories in general?

Yeah.

Does this change anything about the au?

No. Not really.

Why did I add this to the essay?

I showed it to my friend and she said that I should keep this part so I'm taking her word for it.

(She doesn't have Tumblr or other socials but shout-out to her!)

Have I watched too many theory videos on YouTube?

Yeah.

Should I stop?

Yeah, but we both know that I won't. :)

Also, the au was inspired and influenced by cartoons in danganronpa, which is basically a giant crossover in itself.

I'm saying this because, like in cidr, the characters and designs clearly aren't from the same universes, they still kept the each individual art styles from the shows, and I really liked the look of it. But, you could still tell that the sprites are from the same project because of the lineart and shading. It's the same situation in this au.

...this is a cursed addition to this essay that I, on one hand, don't wanna cover cuz Part A of it is the cringiest and worst development fact about the au and I've kinda wanted to just pretend it never happened, but it influenced Part B in a way as to where I can't not mention it, and also I find Part B incredibly interesting.

Ok, so, Milo was always pansexual, but Charlie used to be bisexual before I settled on her being a lesbian.

...I'm just gonna rip the bandage off, Milo x Charlie was supposed to be a thing.

I know, I know, eugh. Look, I will think of many romantic character combinations just in case I might hit the jackpot, I like to explore romantic dynamics as much as platonic ones.

And, for like... a month, I was genuienly planning to make these two slowly get crushes on each other, I was gonna hint towards it with some sorta ship art.

But then, I was reconsidering things.

I started to contemplate the meaning of life, as well as all of my life choices and how they affected my life, me and my oc's. I looked into the distance, and then I took one, good, longggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg, look at Charlie. And then, finally, like a light at the end of the tunnel, my critical thinking skills tapped me on the shoulder.

I turned around.

"Her ass would never date a man." it said. I nodded, and shed a tear. It may have taken me too long to realize it, but at least I did.

And that's the story of how Charlie became a lesbian instead! :D

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And no, before you ask, Charlie wouldn't like Milo in that way even if he was female, or when he's presenting himself as more feminine like in the one purple design I made for him. She doesn't find him appealing in a romantic way at all. Same goes for Milo with Charlie.

Besides, both have standards... and different types.

Their relationship is far more interesting and genuine if it's presented from a purely platonic perspective, which it is, and which it always will be.

Basically, they're besties, your honor. Case closed.

The same thing goes for another ship I considered while I was still figuring out everyone's sexualities, Charlie x Mina.

I admit, I hate this one less, but still, it's the same situation.

They're besties, your honor. Case closed yet again.

Ever since I decided to keep it all platonic, thank heavens I did, I've always had this underlying fear in the back of my head that, somehow, people are still going to see it as romantic. I remember when I made the drawing of Milo and Charlie standing next to each other in greaser inspired outfits, I was like, oh crap, are ppl gonna see them as a couple?

But no one did. A decent amount of people saw it, and no one said a thing.

And I think that's nice. Beautiful, even.

I've seen plenty of characters which were, if you ask me, forcefully pushed together in a romantic way, despite the fact that they were clearly meant to just be friends. Having this sense of control over things, being able to determine the right path for these oc's, it gives me a sense of peace and satisfaction.

Everything is in its place.

Balanced, as it should be.

Anyways let's talk about how this decision made everyone in this au absolutely unshippable with each other in every conceivable way.

1. Molly is an adult the other three are kids if you don't think this is a no go get the fuck away from my blog.

2. Mina is aroace and would never be in a romantic relationship, so that's a no go too.

3. The only two left are Milo and Charlie. Charlie is a lesbian and since Milo is a guy that's a no go.

This happened completely on accident and I realized it on accident too, but I'm not complaining.

Hooray to friendship! Hooray to platonic love! Hooray to platonic relationships!

They're just as valuable and beautiful and powerful as romantic ones!

Go tell your friends or family or partner or pet you love them!

You'd be surprised how happy they'd be to hear it.

And that's how the Chaotic Crossover AU was created.

If you've actually made it to the end, thank you for sticking around, you beloved madlad.

I hope you have a lovely day! 💚💛💜💙

#my ocs #my oc's #my oc #charlie #molly moon #mina #milo #chaotic crossover au #my essays #my essay #my writing #I'm sick of rereading it so I hope I added everything-#I seperated it like this mostly so that I have an easier time editing it-#Ngl I wrote this for me and like 2 other mutuals but if anybody else reads it ur an mvp too ✨

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spidermans-l-o-v-e-r · 1 year ago

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Party rock anthem

You don’t understand. I’ve never been able to watch age of ultron, I have literally watched it MAYBE twice. I can’t do it. I’m so broken.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: I should stop adding this im never gonna know like

Notes: I’m not gonna spoil age of ultron because maybe some people haven’t seen it but I’m not okay that’s it that’s the tweet. It’s a miracle I’m putting this out on time wow zoo wee mama Ps. I didn’t end this in a one liner and it offended me

⭐️Day 17: Spanking⭐️

Bucky sat at the bar, sipping casually on a whiskey. He watched you, laughing at something Pietro had said, your hand on his arm. Steve sat next to him seeing the way he watched you, he grinned behind his drink as Bucky looked down and rolled the ice around his cup.

“You know you could just go over there and talk to her” he nods in your direction and Bucky rolls his eyes.

“I know you’re not giving me advice on women. I know that did not just come from your mouth.”

Bucky can’t even finish the sentence before Steve is laughing at him, clapping him on the back.

“You always told me to just go for it, the worst that can happen is she says no right? Or has old age dulled your charm?”

“Are you shitting me Steven? Are you?” Bucky knocks his drink back and pushes up from the bar. Steve watches him straighten out his shirt and fix his sleeves, rolling them up his arms.

“Old age my ass” he flips him off and starts walking towards you. You knew his eyes were on you the entire night, you watch him walk over to you your thighs squeezing slightly at the way his metal arm flexes. He stands next to you, his hand snaking across your back as he pulls you closer to him.

“Are you trying to make me jealous?” His tone is deep, dark.

You look up at him, everything about Bucky has always screamed danger. From his head to his toes. But when you look in those playful blue eyes your body always melts for him. You smile sweetly as he pulls you away from the conversation and back to where he had been sitting with Steve. Your feet drag a bit and he turns around, looking you up and down. First to make sure you’re not hurt, then he realizes what you’re doing.

“Pick your feet up when you walk” he raises an eyebrow as he starts walking again but you continue dragging them.

“I was having a nice conversation with Pietro and Thor you know” you pout as you stop walking. You plant your feet and cross your arms, Bucky sighs and turns around to face you. He puts his hands on your waist.

“Conversations don’t need to include touching their arms, holding onto them and batting your eyelashes”

Your eyes widen as you look at him, giggling a bit as he glares.

“So let’s try this again” he stands tall, taller than you’d ever be and looks down at you.

“Pick up your feet, and go sit by Steve. Do I make myself clear?”

You blinked slowly, your brain short circuiting for a minute. “What if I don’t? What if I want Pietro to keep telling me how pretty I am?” You bite your lip gently.

Bucky closes his eyes for a moment, taking in a long slow breath. If there was one woman who knew how to get under his skin. It was you.

“Is that what you want? Someone to call you pretty?” He asks, he pulls you against his chest, his metal arm locking you tightly there. “Someone to tell you how good you look while his head is between your legs?”

Your cheeks feel flush as he leans down, whispering in your ear. “Well pretty girl” he says it like it’s dirty “I’ll show you just how damn pretty you are.”

Bucky turns you away from the safety that was Steve and pushes you towards the exit, Natasha whistles as you both leave and Carol laughs with her as your cheeks heat up even more. Once you’re out of the room Bucky takes your hand, leading you down the corridor to the elevator. The doors open and you hesitate for a moment. He smirks and pulls you in, smushing you against his chest again. He rubs your back lovingly as he kisses you. You kiss him back, standing on your toes and really going for it. He snickers as he pushes you away and turns you around so your back is against his chest now.

“Nice try sweetheart. You know you can’t manipulate me out of this.”

Bucky pushes you from the elevator and down to his room, your feet stumble a little as you try to slow him down but there’s no stopping him. He opens the door and you walk in, standing there like you don’t know what to do next. He glares at you again and you sigh

“Might as well get it over with” he says in a singsong voice as he sits down in a kitchen chair.

“F-fine” you pretend to sniffle as you remove your dress, letting it fall to your feet. You unhook your bra and toss it aside then wiggle out of your panties. He pats his lap and you walk over slowly, groaning as you lay across his thick thighs. He rubs his hand over your ass and you wince, tensing up a bit. He rolls his eyes as he gives it a light pat.

“I haven’t even started yet doll” he smoothes his hand over your bare ass again and smiles before giving it a harsh slap. He does it twice more before you even get a noise out. A strangled cry as he hums, absolutely pleased.

“You’re so pretty Y/N you know that?… look at the way your ass jiggles for me” he does it again, his hand coming down heavier this time and you yelp trying to hold onto something. You grab onto his leg, your own legs spreading a bit more.

“Sometimes I wonder how I ended up with such a beautiful girl. Just lucky I suppose.” He smiles sadistically as he smacks your ass even harder, the sound echoing lewdly around his room. You cry out as tears start to fall, you’re sniffling as you try to breathe in and out.

“Is this enough for you my love?” He asks as he rubs your sore ass and smiles lovingly “Don’t I make you feel pretty enough? Tell me why you wanted them.”

“I just wanted your attention, I-I didn’t think this part through.” You groan as he helps you sit up, your cunt dripping on his thighs. He arranges you against his chest, opening your legs over his.

“No I don’t think you did doll” He whispers in your ear as he slaps your cunt. Your legs shoot up as you gasp in pain. He pulls them back down and gives it another quick slap before pushing his fingers deep inside of you, curling up and hitting just the right spot.

��But I guess I can forgive you” You lay your head on his shoulder, moaning loudly as your body writhes on his. He uses his metal hand to rub your clit, your body shudders from the cool feeling. He takes his time, teasing your clit in slow circles his fingers pumping in and out of you. Your legs pull up so your feet are rested on his knees and he chuckles, watching you winding up slowly.

“You’re my beautiful girl you understand that?” His fingers speed up on your clit and you start to grind down on his fingers, moaning loudly.

“So gorgeous, so flawless for me” he growls in your ear as he squeezes your clit

“And I don’t fucking share”

Your orgasm rips through you, sending your legs out straight and your hands gripping his arms. Your body twists in pleasure as you ride his fingers crying and panting through your orgasm.

“Fuck you’re so hot when you do that” He laughs breathlessly. You curl up in his lap and he brings you over to his bed, easing you down and covering you up. He gets into bed with you and kisses you gently all over your face, rubbing your butt softly. “That’s my good girl” he smiles as you kiss him, softly whining from the dull ache. He chuckles and puts his forehead against yours, watching as you fall asleep in his arms.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #the avengers #marvel fanfiction #marvel au #I used to be able to tag like a CHAMP #now im like…. what’s a tag #words by rhys #kinktober #kintober 2023

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theragethatisdesire · 1 year ago

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i’m sorry ur not feeling well 🥺💗 sending you positive vibes tonight!!

for the slumber party plz tell me allll about your favourite character that you don’t currently write about 🙊 i wanna hear all the secret deets

HEY TIFFFFF i appreciate it :( i hope i'm not like being annoying venting on here i'm just so miz and i know my irls are sick of hearing it lolol anyways!!!!

okay my current obsession is gojo. and bc i haven't actually started the fic yet, i don't technically write for him often, only per request. does that count? idk i wanna talk ab gojo lol

just gonna throw everything below a cut because idk where i'm headed with this. minors stay away!

this is like, canonical, but gojo's so fucking annoying LMAO like i just know he is the most obnoxious, can't-sit-still, sarcastic asshole on the planet. he really makes it hard to love him sometimes.

this....is not a spoiler for a fic i'm def not writing (wink wink) but i just don't think gojo could really properly fall for someone who was not powerful. like i think part of his distance from others is his (admitted) narcissism that is somewhat well-earned considering he is....gojo fucking satoru. he needs someone that is at least somewhat towards the top of their ranks in whatever they do.

i also feel like gojo would be encouraging to a fault? like always pushing you further towards your goals, stepping in obnoxiously if your boss doesn't notice you've been working your ass off for a promotion (again, annoying). like he won't rest until you've made progress.

gojo also gets baby girl-ified WAY too much

like hear me out

we see him through the eyes of the kids/around his students in most of s1, and that's not to say he doesn't have the potential to be a playful, lighthearted person *when he wants to be*

but remember that scene of him talking to the jujustu higher-up where the guy tells him to watch his mouth and gojo laughs in his fucking face??

he's an egotistical, all-powerful, ballsy maniac. like gojo is not braiding your hair and cooing in your ear 24/7.

he is slowly backing you into a wall and taking what he wants from you. like sorry he just is.

also gojo strikes me as someone who is ....nasty. like, blood and knife play, gun play, psychopathic kind of nasty in the bedroom. idk if i would personally ever write that, but he's been through so much and seen so much gore you know that that's fucked with his....tastes, so to speak

i do think however that gojo would be absolutely devoted to his partner

like it would take him forever to come around and accept that he now felt responsible for protecting yet another person and that he had accidentally formed a connection (i see gojo as also having a very weird relationship with his humanity vs. his divinity but more on that another time)

but once he's around? he's in it for life. i mean, even if you don't ship stsg, you must acknowledge that gojo has never been willing to truly let geto go. he couldn't kill him, refused to believe geto had done that even though geto was showing signs of deteriorating mentally.

he's the same way with his partner. good luck breaking up with gojo because it's going to be a years long process.

gojo loves someone who can push back at him. he doesn't want an entirely submissive partner (kinda like eren!)

he likes someone who will put him in his place, has a sharp tongue, isn't afraid to stand up for themselves or others.

love language is absolutely gift-giving like that man has to spoil his partner he can't help it

size kink. turns his infinity on mid-sex to punish you. wants to have sex where he stands overlooking tokyo in the s1 opening. always takes the blindfold off during sex. huge public sex guy. i said what i said. it's hard being correct.

i could literally go on for HOURS tiff you have no idea the grip this man has on me. i cannot wait to write this fic!!!!!!!! ah!!!!!

thanks for coming to my slumber party lovie kisses from me to u :)

#rage.rambles #gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru headcanons #tiff.moot #slumber party

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antianakin · 1 year ago

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Have you ever heard of Game of Thrones? Anakin gives me Joffrey vibes given how terrible he acts.

I feel like I'd have to have lived under a rock not to have heard of it, but yes, not only have I heard of it, I had the misfortune of getting into it and watching it all the way to the end.

The difference between Joffrey and Anakin is that Joffrey is literally a spoiled elite. He's born with a silver spoon in his mouth and treated like the most specialest special boy for his entire life, raised with no consequences for anything he ever does wrong and to believe that he's always right about everything.

Anakin is very obviously born into slavery, he spends nine years with his mother as a slave and very aware that everyone around him (Shmi excluded) sees him as the farthest thing from special specifically because of that. While we don't really see or hear about a lot of consequences for his choices, it seems inevitable that there definitely WERE consequences if he did something wrong or that one of his owners didn't like.

Where Anakin starts to lean towards Joffrey is after he meets up with Palpatine and Palpatine starts to encourage Anakin towards a belief that he's owed everything and anything he wants because he's different and therefore the rules that govern everyone else don't apply to him. But the reason Anakin is willing to believe this is because he so desperately doesn't want to go back to being considered no one and nothing, he wants the power that comes with being a Jedi, with being a Chosen One, he wants the power to keep anyone from ever owning him again, and he never wants to be told what to do ever again. There's a sympathetic reason behind why Anakin is so power-hungry that doesn't exist for Joffrey.

There's some similarity in their belief in their own importance, but Anakin IS intended to be tragic while Joffrey never is. Joffrey is built to be hated as a character, that's his place within the narrative, we never even want him to be better because someone else believes in him because even his hateful mother knows he's a shit and just has to manage him. But Anakin is built to be pitied, even after he becomes a villain (Vader is built to be hated initially and later becomes more pitiful and pathetic, but Anakin Skywalker as the character we meet in the PT is not).

I think the character I consider more similar to Anakin is probably Dany. She's someone who is introduced to us as effectively a slave, she's literally sold to a warlord as a bride for her brother's benefit, and then slowly learns to break free of that position and starts actively going after more and more power so she can reclaim something she's been told since she was very young was hers by birthright because she is special. Her goal sometimes makes no logical sense, but she doesn't care because she believes in her own special birthright so much that logic doesn't play a part. She sees herself as a hero, someone who society just doesn't understand yet but who is more right than everyone else in the way she views it, and while she's able to sit in this place for a while and still be a mostly good person, it doesn't last. Even before she decides to burn down a city full of people, there's things she's done that are questionable (not that they're more questionable than things OTHER characters have done, but they're questionable in the face of her rampant belief that she's a hero who is always doing the right thing for the right reasons). And in the end, she becomes the very villain she so sought to destroy. There's a lot of sympathy to her story, a lot of pity towards her reasons for doing what she does and believing what she believes about herself, and we start off rooting for her generally because she comes in as an underdog and it's hard not to root for the underdog.

But unlike Anakin, at least in the show, she never gets a chance for "redemption." She doesn't even get to die by sacrificing herself for someone else, she just gets manipulated into coming close enough to her boyfriend for him to literally stab her in the back. She arguably does WAY less evil than Anakin does (helped by how much less time the story takes place over), and is considered far less redeemable by the narrative than Star Wars does for Anakin. Granted, GOT and Star Wars have VERY different moralities and themes, so the fact that Anakin gets to cheat his way into Force Ghost status and stand beside the other good guys while Dany has to get put down like a rabid dog isn't exactly surprising. But it's food for thought.

#star wars #game of thrones #anti anakin #anti anakin skywalker #anakin critical #anakin skywalker critical #daenerys targaryen #daenerys critical #daenerys targaryen critical #dany critical

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theelectronicstranger · 1 year ago

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Loki Season 2 Episode 6 “Glorious Purpose” Thoughts and Theories

If you have not seen this episode, then please look away. I loved this ending, and you should be able to watch it without getting spoiled, so please read this later if you haven’t seen the episode.

This is probably one of the best endings that an MCU Disney+ show has ever had. I was worried coming into this episode because sometimes the MCU just kind of does a big fight scene in the last two episodes of its series then they call it a day. This didn’t happen here, which I’m thankful for. Sure, you can have problems with this ending. I can think of a few but to me it works. What basically happens is Loki, after trying numerous times to save the TVA and all universes in existence, finds out that the Temporal Loom was always a failsafe. If He Who Remains Dies, then it is set to blow everything up except for the sacred timeline. That’s why He Who Remains is so confident that he’ll come back because he knows that everything will pretty much reset, and he’ll be back on his throne in no time. Loki’s only true choices are to side with He Who Remains and play his game with him OR he could destroy the temporal loom, which will/might cause this multiversal war.

Loki ends up choosing his own option, one that’s based on what Mobius and Sylvie has told him, he decides to destroy the temporal loom; sit on the throne at the end of time; and he becomes the guiding force for these multiversal branches to grow. He basically becomes the Yggdrasil tree, but if the Yggdrasil tree encompassed all of the multiverse and not just the nine realms that make up one universe.

This was such an amazing episode. Loki time slipping back and forth to try to prevent the Temporal Loom from collapsing was such a fun sequence. I think Tom Hiddleston really gave it his all in this series. The sequence with him as he walks towards the end of the gangway to destroy the Temporal Loom was amazing. The temporal radiation pealing away his TVA uniform, and we slowly see his Asgardian robes and helmet forming was such a good visual. Same with him on the throne weaving the multiversal branches together. Loki basically got what he wanted by the end of this episode but at a cost. He finally got to be on a throne, and he made sure that his friends are safe.

By the way, Tom Hiddleston basically completes his transformation as the Doctor from Doctor Who in this episode. He literally learns everything he knows about mechanics, physics, and engineering, then the next time we saw him he was as smart as the Doctor. Well, he kind of acted like how the Doctor would act I thought.

I like how because of the events that transpired this episode, the TVA seems to now be a force that helps multiverses grow and a force that is trying to make sure that Kang doesn’t destroy the universe. I think they’re going to prune his variants from the timeline or at least just stop him in some other way. Also, I’m sure that the TVA is good hands with Hunter B-15. I think she will be a great leader along with Casey and OB. I’m pretty sure we are going to see them again (or at least I hope so). Especially, if a He Who Remains Variant is involved.

Speaking of which, this episode showed me how conniving He Who Remains was. He basically had all of these fail safes and plans to make sure that he is in power. Also, I think this showed us how powerful and smart a Kang variant could be better than Quantumania did. I liked Quantumania but I don’t like how Kang was defeated there. Yes, it showed what one Kang variant could do on his own which is what I really liked about the movie, but I don’t think he should have been defeated there.

Mobius and Sylvie played a big part in Loki’s decision in this episode. They basically told him to make the harder choice even though it comes with great burden, especially if these harder choices would be the good and right thing. I hope these two get to live their lives to be honest. I hope Sylvie is somewhere out there finding the family she was taken from or at least living a life that she would be happy with. I hope that mobius is somewhere in the water riding his jet ski. I just want the lad to live his life and be happy. I’m also glad he got to see what his real life was like. It was pretty sweet when he chose to just pass the time in there for a bit.

By the way, just a random fact, there were things here that was said by He Who Remains and some other characters that was also said in The Marvels. I immediately picked up on it because I literally just saw it a few hours ago. I’m sure it’s not connected but it was weird to hear the same things.

THEORIES:

I don’t really have many theories for this episode. I do think that we will see Loki again at some point. I’m pretty sure he’s going to be the way that Marvel is going to try and get back the old Avengers like Steve Rogers and Tony Stark. There’s been rumors about them getting the old team back and I think Loki would be the way to do that if they want.

Also. Mild Spoilers for The Marvels, but something happens there that this one character says is impossible, but this episode answers why that is possible now.

I hope you enjoyed reading this. Thank you for reading. I have a migraine right now, so I hope this all made sense. If there’s anything you guys want to talk about, or you think I might be wrong on certain things then please let me know. I’d love to know what you think.

#marvel #loki #loki season 2 #mcu #tom hiddleston #loki spoilers #marvel studios #mobius #owen wilson #sylvie #The marvels #sophia di martino

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pearblossommina · 1 year ago

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ToG Read-A-Long, Kingdom of Ash, day 7

Ch 51 “because I’m trying to understand. How you could come to love a monster.”

ELIDE BABY DID YOU JUST PROFESS YOUR LOVE FOR HIM

YOU SWEET BABY BEAR CUB

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

lol I cannot COMPREHEND why they’re still fighting the reason feels so convoluted at this stage. If they could just make up I think I would be very happy.

Ch 52

“Do you think the Ironteeth are capable of change?”

I think everyone is capable of change. It doesn’t happen instantly and it doesn’t happen without effort. But yes. I do. I believe in change. ILU Manon.

Dorian bird ~ you got this baby ~ bird up

Ch 53

Ah Lysandra. At least you’re alive - all hope is not lost!

This breakup makes more sense to me. They’re both at fault for being cruel to each other. And it’s hard to see the loving, tender side of their relationship when they weren’t really given that much time to explore it before the shit hit the fan.

Aedion getting discharged as General, that’s rough buddy. And Aelin still isn’t recognized as Queen by Darrow. Probably it was a bad choice to do this whole Lysandra charade… lol… even if Aelin comes back, guns-a-blazing, ready to rule, he’s probably gonna hold this against her for this show of irresponsibility. It was partially her plan, so… he’s not wrong…. Darrow’s an asshole but he also kind of knows things and I respect him for some reason

Ch 54

I don’t think I know what’s going on with Father Westfall. Are we supposed to hate him, or is he on our side? He seemed to be getting along with Chaol at last, and now Aelin is like “please do rot in hell” lol

(I guess even if he’s on our side, he can still be a prick)

(Chaol one day you’ll be a father too)

(So be careful not to carry on the tradition of being terrible to your children)

(The generational trauma stops here)

Aelin is the true Queen of the faeries, maybe having this title will make her want to live. To see that peaceful future for all the faeries who want to come and join her kingdom on her continent.

Ch 55

Omg Dorian you’re literally the best 😂 please explore your gender, I love everything about this

“He'd thought he'd known everything about the female body. How to make a woman purr with pleasure. He was half-tempted to find a tent and learn firsthand what certain things felt like.”

OMG PLEASE GO FIND MANON AND HAVE LESBIAN SEX!!!! Do it!!!! Do it for meeeeeee!!!

“Manon had nearly passed his training area when she went rigid.

Slowly, she turned, nostrils flaring.”

If Manon and Dorian decide to have kinky shapeshifting lesbian sex I take it all back. I’m going to become the world’s biggest Manorian shipper

Lolllll I am living for this. Yummy, yummy feelings. FEEL FOR HIM MANON. You feel so many feelings right now you don’t know what to DO.

Aw. Here come the big bad Witch Matrons, here to spoil my fun

Ch 56

“Dorian did not look away this time at the head that tumbled to the ground. “

UGH YES Manon is so badass 😍

God I love her

“Manon watched as the wyvern rose higher and higher.

Her grandmother did not look back before she vanished into the skies.”

Manon - WHY

You had her! You could have ended her. What a disappointment.

Queen of all Witches - yaaaas queen!!!!

Ch 57

(This marks the place I took another extended three-day reading break)

(Which felt good but also ahh omg I’m far behind again)

(I love Warrior Aelin)

(She’s so badass)

(Go get ‘em girl)

(You got this)

#tog read along 2023 #kingdom of ash #just a little behind the times #I’ve got some catching up to do

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borreloadsavagedragon · 2 years ago

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alright tell all of us your thoughts about kaito :)

I did not forget… I have just been con crunching but now I’m free to become the worse

Minor Zexal and Arc V spoiling ahoy

How I feel about this character:

Oh no you’ve opened a floodgate… welcome to oversharing hour with Jay

I’m very normal about Kaito, just ignore the two full cosplays + the EVA foam Orbital work in progress I have mapped out, the wall scroll that’s at my work computer, my ita pin bag, and the fact that I’ve done everything I can to make his deck competitive viable and god dammit am I still trying please print this deck a god damn banger starter, Konami, I can’t keep doing this without your help-

Short story but I used to be suuuuper YGO Vrains favoring from 2020 into early 2022, but I found myself drifting from it because one can only tolerate so much subtweeting and catty behavior over personal preferences, and I’d never really finished Zexal before, just has a half baked idea how it ends, like I watched a chunk of it when it first aired but never finished and proceeded to forgot most of it, so I picked it back up after deciding to pick up Kaito to write in an RP server with some friends because I remembered liking him and… well I didn’t stand a chance when I got back to him fjdhdhd

I deeply relate to the theme of self-inflicted loneliness because it’s easier to be by yourself, just getting walked out on, left in the dark, or even being shafted for reasons out of my own control, I really get that

Also taking on too much if it means the people you love will be ok even if the ending result is you’re not ok, where he is after his Duel with Yuma at the end of Zexal I and getting to repair all of those relationships he was damaged by is where I want to get to in life

Bonus fact that’s minor spoilers for another spin off, but I’m… not a huge fan of his portrayal in Arc V, I like that he’s there and acknowledge that it’s a different Kaito and I love all Kaito Tenjos as they exist, including the Structures Cosplayer, but… yeah, not a fan, I’m a big fan of showing vs telling and Arc V to me feels like it’s ALL telling for all of its supporting cast most of the time

All the people I ship romantically

The better question is who I don’t honestly because that list is far smaller, but if I had to pick favorites I’m very partial to Ryouga, Mizael, and Edo-

Something about rivals to lovers resonates with my very being, even if Edo is less of a rival and more of an enemy until Arc V does it’s usual-

I’ve written for Challenge and AntiHero both already actually, my docs is 99% Challenge Wips that are slowly coming along tbh, and GalaxyMaster takes more time to write since most of those are… you know what I’m getting at LOL

I stg Gallop's one mission was to make Kaito Tenjo a dating sim protagonist because I have no other excuse for why they gave him so many boyfriends and even girlfriends across Zexal and Arc V, Yugioh’s surprising most eligible bachelor

My non-romantic OTP

nervous laughter

Chris.

I like to think of them more as divorcees who are just fine staying apart

Also gestures vaguely at the first answer

My unpopular opinion

I don’t know if I have many tbh, besides disliking Arc V’s rendition of him / not liking mentor at all lol— Like maybe how I genuinely believe he’s the strongest rival bc his record was the best even after he was put up against forces behind human understand and was even considered dying majority of the time of Zexal while remaining arguably mostly human, Zexal’s wack

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon

Oh my god, the duel I hate the most in all of YGO is Kaito’s duel against Heartland because not letting Kaito win against someone who’s become representative of the garbage he was put through is SO UNSATISFYING

Yuma coming in and finishing it up is symbolic in its own right because of the importance of bonds, but to me that was and always should have been Kaito’s moment, let Yuma and Astral show up literally any other time and I’m fine with it

ALSO WE DON'T GET THE RYOUGA AND KAITO GRUDGE MATCH, though Kaito solos everytime, I’m so sorry Ryouga

#just over sharing lmao #not gonna tag this anything specific #ted talks

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moemoemammon · 3 years ago

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What about the boys with claws, fangs, traits from their animal avatars that they have and use? Instincts that they have? We know Mammon loves gold but does he hoard anything shiny? Are Levi and Asmo poisonous? I love any monster ideas!

Demon Instincts! (lowkey toxic)

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

pspspsps monsterf*ckers come get y'all juice

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Lucifer

Lucifer doesn't flaunt his abilities openly, but in a subtle way that draws attention to his perfection. But the only person he wants to attract is you.

He won't stoop so low as to use underhanded tactics, but his pride simply won't allow you to go around without properly acknowledging his brilliance.

He constantly calls you into his space to make sure you soak it all up, and it feeds his ego like no tomorrow. And if you say something about it? Bliss.

Something about his aura demands your attention. When he enters the room, the hairs on the back of your neck prickle and stand up, and it feels like the air becomes colder.

And that tone of his that whips any demon back in line? It's a literal power he uses over lesser demons. Sparingly, of course. But he's so intimidating that it's hard to even tell when he's using it- (He also finds out pretty quickly that it doesn't work on you >:( )

Mammon

You'd think Mammon was the inventor of the concept of hoarding, with all of his habits. He calls himself a collector, but acquiring more and more stuff for literal eons isn't exactly 'collecting' at that point.

Has an entire closet dedicated to stashing his stuff. I like to think Mammon's got some kinda spacial magic that lets him use that closet as a lil pocket dimension specifically for throwing things into

Anything that seems even remotely valuable is Mammon's go to. And 'valuable' means anything that's prized by ANYONE. If you've got a lucky rock, he'll be tempted to snag it. He sells most things for money, but stuff that's really precious are the things he keeps. Just wait till you find out how many of your things he's got-

Picture an endless sea of riches and junk, and only he can tell the difference between the two. Probably forgets it exists sometimes tho-

Also growls when angry (this is canon). Angry Mammon sitting on his sofa, surrounded by the spoils of his Akuzon splurging, growling at anyone who dares step close to his treasure trove... Oh yeah, MC's in that pile somewhere, too.

Levi

His self depreciation knows no bounds and he can't live up to the pedestal he's put his brothers on, but there IS one thing he knows he can do without much trouble:

Keep you in his room.

Now it's not like he's trapping you or anything, but Levi is a master manipulator with the way he puts himself down and coerces you into pitying him. Don't you wanna stay with him...? No, of course you wouldn't want to stay with a yucky otaku...

His brothers swear he's got a jealous glint in his eye every time he sees you anywhere else but his room. But all you see are his pleading reptilian eyes that almost suck you in... like they're begging you to pity him.

Quite literally toxic. Boy's got a slime fish man coat on his skin, and long exposure isn't too good for your fragile human body.

Satan

As the Avatar of Wrath, revenge is his favorite thing. It's the reason he harasses Lucifer so much, and whoever else has caught his negative attention. Also nobody can convince me that this man isn't a cat.

He can be HELLA cruel, and watches his enemies squirm. He lures them in with that false smile of his, just to make them wish they'd never met him.

Satan can barely resist the strong desire he has to torment and harass those around him, especially the ones he deems weaker.

A big part of his life is centered around keeping himself calm and collected, so he rarely has a chance to go apeshit. But there always that nagging desire to give in and cause mischief. Good thing it's mostly tame, huh?

I fully believe he's constantly on the verge of going into an untamable frenzy and that's why his brothers are kinda wary of him-

Asmo

The snuggly, cute, and oh so affectionate Asmodeus tries to be more subtle about the way his instincts show. Specifically, his possessive side.

Naturally has a sweet scent, and it's quite literally addicting. It adds to his allure when paired with those demon eyes of his, but it's such a shame that it doesn't work on you! Boo..~

He's not shy when it comes to marking the object of his affection, and he LOVES leaving his scent behind. Any sort of sho of 'ownership' does it for him.

Why do you think he likes buying you clothes and sharing his perfumes with you? It's because seeing you walk around with something he gave you is a clear sign that he's been there.

He always wants you in his space, and vise versa. Asmo's desire to claim you completely rival the possessiveness Mammon has over you.

Beel

Beel doesn't always know his own strength, and this is especially the case when it comes to his bare instincts.

His strength matches his emotions, so when he's super happy? Crushing hugs. Angry as hell? You already know he destroys things in an fit of rage.

Satiating his hunger is one of the keys to his happiness, and he projects that onto you too. Have you eaten? You must be hungry. Come eat with him. He wants to make sure you're fed. Hungry hungry himbo

STRONG urge to protect the people he cares about. Like he'll go borderline feral if he even has an inkling that someone's in danger. And when he's in a mood, it's hard for you to pry yourself out of his big ol arms.

literally eats his enemies

Belphie

His clinginess knows no bounds and only intensifies when he's feeding into his instincts. He won't let you go anywhere, and either slowly follows you around, or holds onto you

It's pretty endearing from the outside looking in, but everything in Belphie wants to drag you down to his level, so he can always keep you close.

Do you REALLY need to go out today? Just do it tomorrow. Or use your pact and order someone else to do it.

His words have a drowsy effect that seeps into your head, and it's definitely a power that he may or may not abuse to get what he wants. But you're probably immune to it, being the wonderful MC and all.

Also has the habit of literally cocooning you in blankets so you can't leave his bed. It's like he's turning you into a personal comfort object.

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chippedaxe · 3 years ago

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yessss for karl?! omg yess please pleas please can you write a dom step sis! reader ruining innocent stepbro! karl!!

like she teases him and he just isn’t experienced at all and she just fucking destroys him, wanking him until the sensitive little bunny is crying and begging to stop from overstimulation

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Title: Silly Boy

Warnings: !TW: STEPCEST!, NSFW (Minors DNI), cursing, corruption ig, blackmail, degrading, teasing, humiliation, penis degrading, small penis, overstimulation

Pronouns: She/her Afab

Synopsis: The reader dominates Karl and knocks him down a peg.

Word count: 2k

Note: If this type of content offends you in any way then please just ignore it, I have tons of other content on my page that isn't stepcest content and you're able to blockout any stepcest content by blocking the 'tw sepcest' or 'stepcest cw' tag <3

- This prolly isn't what u wanted but I thought of this and wanted to write it! also this hasn't been proofread and it hasn't been edited at all!

*Btw Veruca Salt is a spoiled kid that gets everything she wants, from Charlie and the chocolate factory.

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Your eyes glared down at the younger boy, towering over him to show dominance "S-sis, what're you doing?" Karl asked "Trying to scare you, is it working?" you leaned down and kept eye contact with the stammering boy "u-um not really.." he stuttered out "then why're you stuttering over your words? You're obviously intimidated." you placed your hands on your hips.

"Well why're you trying to intimidate me? I'm just trying to read this book!" he groaned "Because someone has to knock you down a peg, you think just because you're younger that you can get everything you want? Well not if I can help it!" you were furious by the boy.

"What're you on about? What've I done to you?" Karl asked worriedly "You've been asking for a whole lot this week, veruca salt!" you threw your arms in the air and started pacing around him and his chair "What? Like what?" Karl was utterly confused "You've been asking for non-stop rides to your friends houses, and you've been leaving your laundry around for mother to do!" you cross your arms.

"You're overreacting!" Karl complained "Oh I'm not done! You've also been taking money from mom's purse!" you called him out "What- how did you know about that??" Karl immediately became tense "Oh you look so stressed dear brother, just relax- don't worry... I'm not gonna tell her-" Karl sighed in relief "Oh thank god" and got cut off by you finishing your sentence "-If you promise to be a good brother and listen to what your stepsister says!" you finished.

"WHAT? No way! I'm telling mom and dad!" He began to stand up but you pushed him back down "Oh no no no, you're gonna tell them what? That you stole the $200 that mom presumed was stolen by a thief? You gonna explain that to her after she already called authorities and had someone sent to jail?" you spat venom at him.

"You're evil!" Karl shouted "Me? Evil? I'm not the thief here" you grinned mischievously "Although I could be- if you don't wanna have to do everything I say then just give me something precious you own" you held your hand out expectantly "What am I supposed to give you? My soul?" Karl questioned "If you can bare to part with it then yes" you gave a mean smile in response to his sarcasm.

"I have literally nothing!" Karl exclaimed "You have your phone" you suggested "Dad would kill me if he found out I'd given it away!" He shouted "he'd kill you if he found out about that money too" you reminded him "I- I could give you... I'll let you date one of my friends!" Karl smiled nervously as he hoped you'd agree "What friends? You're a nerd, no one would want to be friends with you" snickered.

"S-Sapnap! He's strong, he loves animals, he has big muscles!" Karl said "The brute with dark hair? He's cute but not my type" you yawned "U-m.. Quackity?" a bead of sweat dropped down his face "He's super cool, really funny!" Karl was starting to worry as he was already running out of friends to pair you with "No.. My type is nerdy boys that I can dominate, ones that get nervous a lot and stutter over their sentences" you hinted.

"Oh- like Wilbur? I'm not really his friend but I can try something!!" Karl wasn't getting the hint "No, I was thinking more specifically towards someone like you." you finally told him "M-me? But I'm your brother!" Karl was in disbelief "Step-brother. And I don't really like you, I just think that you're pitiful and if you're gonna be selling someone's body to me in exchange to keep your secrets safe than it may as well be yours." you explained.

"But- Well- I've never done that before!" he put his hands up defensively "Well obviously, who would want to touch a greasy nerd like you?" you sighed. "Well- No, that's wrong!" he shook his head "Well I'm not gonna make you, just give me something else then and I'll be on my way" you told him. Karl looked down at his feet for a moment as he mulled over what was happening and what decision he was gonna make.

Karl lifted his head and made eye contact with you "Okay." he replied "Okay what? Okay you're gonna give me something?" you asked "No- I mean- okay I'm gonna give you my body" he mumbled quietly "Gonna need to speak up, can't hear you over the sound of our parents crying over having such a disappointing child" you ridiculed him.

"I'll give you my body, damnit!" he yelled "hey- quiet down, our parents are only just down stairs!" you made him shut up. "Whatever" he leaned back in his chair and slumped down "Karl. You need to give me your full consent, you can't just go 'yea whatever' and expect me to be fine with that!" you furrowed your eyebrows "Why?? What- do you need me to beg you for it?!" he was getting aggravated.

"Actually yes, I do" you decided to torment him a little bit "Big sis, please please please fuck this desperate loser" he put his hands together to make a praying gesture as he mocked you "That's more like it, runt." you grabbed his chin and forced him to face you "We can stop at any time, if you choose not to speak up then that'll be your fault" you made sure he was fully aware that he had a say even though he wasn't in control.

"Thanks. Now- how do we?" Karl was now confused on what you were gonna do, and he was having some type of delusion that he was gonna be the one in charge dominating you. "I think I'm just gonna have some fun by jerking you off, is that okay bunny?" you teased "W-what do you mean you're gonna jerk me off?" Karl asked nervously "I'm gonna stroke your dick, never done that before?" you bullied him.

"N-no, never even thought about it.." his face became red and flushed, you slowly slid onto his lap and straddled his leg "No? You haven't? Are you lying to your big sister? That's not very nice you know, Mom always told me that you shouldn't lie (Unless it's to your dad) " Karl glanced away from you and tried to hide his face "Aw you can tell me the truth, I'm a good listener after all!" you encouraged him "I haven't.." he persisted.

"Well then let me introduce you to the pleasure that is being jerked off, slide your pants down" you instructed "What? Do I have to.." he was clearly embarrassed "No. I guess I could just palm you through your pants" you shrugged. Karl sighed in relief and let out a small breath, tilting his head back in the chair and waiting for you to do what you wanted.

Your hand dipped between his legs, your palm rubbing his growing bulge "H-Hey that feels weird" he told you "So what? You want me to stop?" he shut his mouth, encouraging you to keep palming him. "This would feel a lot better if you let your cock free, instead your trapping it in your tight pants and strangling it.." you frowned "F-fine.." Karl blushed as he slowly pulled his pants down.

You watched in delight as he released his penis "Oh is this what you were worried about?" you stared down at it "O-Oh god-" Karl felt humiliated and went to put it away but you stopped him "It's cute.. I wouldn't expect a nerd's penis to be big anyways" you told him. Karl's little cock twitched at your words, moving slightly on its own "oh. my. god. You LIKE when I'm mean to you! That's why you never argue back! It all makes sense now.." Karl looked down to avert eye contact.

"That's perfect Karl, you love when I'm mean to you- and I love to make fun of you! Win Win!" you felt a small rush of excitement. Your hand wrapped around his cock which forced a choked out moan from him, his hands moving to cover his face "you're acting quite rude Karl. Look at your big sister when she's talking to you!" you ordered.

Karl slowly revealed his face, revealing how much pleasure he was having. "F-Feel's weird, let go!" he ushered you to let go of his penis, even though his body disagreed; his hips bucking up into your hand to help finish him off "Trust your big sister." you said as you continued to pump your hand around his cock. "Fuck! Fuck you!" Karl's whole body shuddered as he was having an orgasm, his penis twitching in your hand.

"Wow Karl, that was rude." you huffed and narrowed your eyes, your hand still lingering on his crotch "A-are you done now?" Karl panted as he was trying to catch his breath "Done? I've barely even started!" you laughed maniacally as you began to slowly stroke him again "Ah- no no no, that's too much!" Karl whined. "You want me to stop?" you asked him "Yes!" he exclaimed so you let go and pulled away "What?" Karl was confused and a bit upset "Hm? What is it?" you asked "You're just.. done?" he looked saddened.

"You told me to stop!" you explained "yeah but.. I didn't really mean it.." Karl's cheeks were dusted red "Well come back here then" you grabbed his hips and forced him back down onto his chair. Karl was already eager and bucking his hips up against you, your hand grabbed him again and started to jerk him off "Ah!- Ah-" Karl tried to keep quiet but couldn't help the escaped noises that came out.

You placed your free hand over his mouth to try and muffle his moans, his voice vibrating against your hand "You can never be quiet! Always have something to say, don't you?" you rolled your eyes at him. Karl clenched his eyes shut and tapped the chair repeatedly with his hand to let you know he was ready to cum again, you let him release his load yet again but you didn't remove your hand.

"A-Again?? I can only take so much.." Karl whimpered and whined "You're feeling this way already? But I've only just started!" You frowned "Well I guess I can give you a break now but there won't be any breaks later on when our parents go out to dinner." you stood up and got off him. "T-Thanks.." Karl huffed "For what?" you asked "Thanks for um- pleasuring me?" you scoffed and walked back to your room, ready to return at night time when you had Karl all to yourself.

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*guys lemme know if u want a part 2 bc I could certainly make one of the reader x karl at night time after their parents have left.

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hispipsqueak · 4 years ago

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Sweet Little Sister

Tenya Iida x F!Reader x Tensei Iida NSFW

TW: STEPCEST. I cannot stress this enough. If you do not like stepcest, skip this fic my friend. Reader is the Iida brother’s new stepsister and things get wild. All characters are 18+.

Other TW: unprotected sex, threesome, a lot of little sister/big brother type stuff, slight yandere Iida brothers, oral F and M receiving.

WC: 4k

A/N: Y’all have no idea how long I have been putting off writing the ending because it was HARD and I have like one brain cell. This fic has been the bane of my existence and I’m exhausted. I really hope you guys enjoy this. Please send me love....and snacks. I’m gonna go to bed now.

You fixed your skirt for the millionth time. You were going to finally meet your future stepbrothers for dinner tonight and you were a bundle of nerves.

Your mom had been dating a new man recently who she was head over heels for. They had been spending so much time together and he spoiled her, flying her abroad on weekend getaways all the time. Apparently, he had popped the question when they were in Greece last week and the two of them were flying in tonight to celebrate with both families. All you knew was he had two sons, both a little older than you. However, since the romance had been so quick, you hadn’t met them yet.

You were the last to arrive for dinner, and as you pulled up to the house, the house that you soon would all share, your jaw dropped. It was MASSIVE, nothing short of an estate. You knew your future stepdad was rich, but this was certainly a step up from your measly 2 bedroom apartment you shared with your mother.

You rang the doorbell, patting down your outfit one more time before the door swung open. A tall man opened the door and your eyes widened. His white button up stretched over his broad chest and you quickly pulled your eyes up to his face. He had navy hair, neatly combed back and a bright beaming smile.

“You must be Y/N! I’m Tensei!”. He pulled you into a tight hug and you were pressed into his chest. He smelled like pine and clean laundry and you felt your heart race. He let go of you and smiled, his blue eyes sparkling.

“Sorry! I just figured, since we are going to be brother and sister, we better get close!”

Right. Brother. This was your big brother and you could NOT think of him any other way. You forced a smile on your face, and nodded.

“You’re right! It’s great to finally meet you.”

“There you are – oh hello. I apologize for my interruption! I’m Tenya Iida.” Tensei’s brother, a literal carbon copy of him, just with square glasses perched in front of his blue eyes, walked into the room. You looked up at both of them, and felt very small.

“Tenya, no need to be so formal. Y/N is our new little sister, and we should be bonding!” Tensei teased, poking Tenya in the ribs. A bright blush crept on his cheeks and the two of them argued.

“I’m glad the three of you seem to be getting along well!” A man who resembled the two, only older with a grey streak in his hair smiled. Your mother stood next to him, the sparkly diamond standing out on her hand.

“Let’s get to dinner.”

Somehow you ended up sitting between Tensei and Tenya at the long table. Your parents were too busy being lovestruck teenagers to really pay the three of you any mind, and you ate your dinner in awkward silence until Tensei began speaking.

“Y/N, I hope you like your bedroom here! It’s on the top floor but it’s between both mine and Tenya’s so if you ever need your big brothers, we are right next door!”

You giggled, “Thank you. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”

Tenya nodded solemnly, “It’s our duty as older brothers to protect you! We will take this responsibility seriously!”

You bit back a laugh. “Thank you Tenya. I already feel very welcome and safe.”

The three of you continued talking and soon, dinner was over. Both of the brothers insisted you head up to your room as they cleaned up, and your parents headed to their room which was thankfully, in another wing of the house.

You made your way up the stairs and opened the door that Tensei had directed you to and it was very...pink. There were pink lilies on the nightstand and a huge baby pink comforter on the bed surrounded by fluffy pastel pillows. A white vanity sat in the corner with a matching chair and white and pink dressers stood against the wall.

You supposed they were really glad to have a little sister and you smiled at the card that your new older brothers signed. You pulled your overnight bag open and searched for clothes to sleep in. The rest of your stuff would be arriving tomorrow, so you were stuck wearing shorts a little too small and a tank top that left very little to the imagination. You looked in the mirror. Maybe you could ask Tensei for a shirt to cover up, As if reading your mind, a knock at the door interrupted your thoughts.

“I just came by to…say goodnight!” Tensei’s eyes trailed down, before he blinked and looked back at your face. You could see his ears reddening and crossed your arms in an attempt to hide your cleavage.

“Um, actually I was wondering if I could borrow a shirt, Tensei? I’m so sorry, it seems that I haven’t worn this in a lot longer than I thought.” You laughed nervously.

Tensei straightened up.

“Of course! I’ll uh, be right back!” He sped off and returned with a large grey t-shirt that you immediately threw on over yourself. As you pulled it over yourself, you didn’t see Tensei’s eyes roam down your exposed legs. You turned to him. “Thank you so much Tensei. Sweet dreams!” You said, giving him a tight hug. He nodded and headed back to his room, passing Tenya in the hallway. Tenya gave him a curious look and Tensei just returned a tight-lipped smile before locking his door and collapsing on his bed, his cock straining against his boxers.

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The next morning you woke up refreshed and wanting to thank your new brothers for their hospitality. You headed out to the hall to see if they were awake. You opened the door to see Tenya standing there.

"Hey! I was just looking for you! Good morning Tenya." You smiled at him.

"Good morning." He said looking at you curiously. "Is that Tensei's shirt?"

You looked down and gave a sheepish grin.

"Oh! Yes, I had another shirt on but it was a little too small so he let me borrow this last night."

Tenya had an unreadable look on his face. You cocked your head to the side.

"Um...so anyway, I was wondering if you wanted breakfast? I wanted to show my appreciation for the warm welcome to my new brothers and I love to cook so it's my pleasure." You smiled at him. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, then just nodded.

"Uh...thank you, Y/N that would be wonderful. I'll show you around the kitchen." He said, placing a hand on your shoulder. He pulled back. "Apologies!"

You laughed.

"Tenya, please. We live together. I want you to feel comfortable around me!" You pulled him into a hug, your face in his chest.

Tenya's heart raced and he prayed you couldn't feel his growing erection. You were so soft and smelled so good and fuck you looked incredible in those tiny shorts, though he felt a strange pang of jealousy over you wearing his brother's shirt.

She's your sister. Your little sister. That's disgusting and disgraceful.

His head raced with thoughts and he felt so ashamed but the taboo aspect fueled the fire burning inside him.

You pulled away, looking up at him with those beautiful bright eyes. His heart thumped in his ears.

"Oh, good morning!"

Tensei's door swung open. He stood shirtless in a pair of red flannel pajama pants and neither of the brothers missed how your eyes were drawn to his muscular chest before you composed yourself.

Tenya glared at Tensei, who gave an easygoing smile in return.

"I hope you slept well, little sister." Tensei asked you. You nodded and thanked him again for the shirt.

"I hope you're hungry. I'm making breakfast." You grinned as the three of you headed to the kitchen. Tensei chuckled.

"That sounds wonderful Y/N. Do you need any help?"

You shook your head. "Nope! Let me treat you both as a thank you. I've always wanted older brothers to make food for and dote on." You giggled. "Maybe I watch too much anime but I always loved that idea."

Both brothers sat at the island in the kitchen watching you as you flitted about grabbing ingredients and utensils to use. You reached for a box of flour on a high shelf and your shorts ran up even higher, giving them an eyeful of the curve of your ass. Tensei bit his lip, and Tenya cleared his throat. "Allow me!"

You spun around, "No way! I told you. I can handle making my brother's breakfast!" You turned back to the cabinet, jumping up to reach.

Even though you had Tensei's shirt on, your breasts jiggled and bounced with each jump, and you made soft panting noises as you attempted to pull the box down. Both of them were grateful for the island that prevented you from seeing their cocks fully aroused now.

You, having finally gotten everything you needed, turned away from them again as you began to cook on the stovetop. Tensei had finally had enough. As you talked about whatever it was you were talking about, he slipped his cock over the waistband of his pants, palming it slowly. You just looked so fucking nice, and for a moment Tensei could see you as his cute little housewife and not his innocent little sister.

Or maybe it turned him on more to think of you as both...fuck what was the matter with him? He couldn’t think about it too long as he had more pressing matters at hand, literally.

Neither you nor Tenya seemed to notice he was preoccupied and you continued joking and laughing. Suddenly you whipped around to face him. His hand froze on his cock and he coughed to cover his discomfort.

“Tensei, how do you like your eggs?”, You asked innocently, completely oblivious to the death grip he had on his cock underneath the island.

“Uh...erm, anyway is fine! I’m sure they’ll be delicious if you cooked them.” He stammered out, praying you didn’t continue the conversation. You smiled, and turned to ask Tenya his preferences. Once Tensei was sure you were distracted, he slowly pumped his hand up and down his cock again. Precum leaked from the tip and knowing you could catch him, knowing you were less than 5 feet from him, only fueled his arousal. What would you do if you caught him? Would you be disgusted and upset? Or would you offer to help, offer to take care of your big brother?

God he was so close, so close imagining your hands wrapped around him, your beautiful face looking up at him, so sweetly, so innocently –

“NHGG!” he groaned, shoving his cock in his pants as his cum spilled over his hand. He could feel the fabric spreading his seed all over his cock and he felt uncomfortably sticky.

“Are you okay, big brother?” Your eyes were wide with worry. He turned to face both you and Tenya.

“Y-yes! Sorry, muscle cramp in my leg. Happens sometimes, Sorry!” He smiled reassuringly as the cold fabric stuck to his softening cock. You still looked worried and he flashed you a bright grin. “I promise, I’m fine.”

You nodded and turned back to the food. Tensei met Tenya’s stare, the younger man’s eyes narrowed to slits.

Oblivious, you plated the food.

“Let’s eat!”

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The three of you navigated your new sibling relationship as well as possible. You loved your new older brothers and fussed over them daily, cooking for them and doting over them any time they were home. Your mom and stepdad, seeing how well the three of you got along, often left the three of you home while they jetted to far off countries on lavish vacations.

The boys loved the attention from you. Their packed lunches, your soft hands rubbing their shoulders or playing with their hair as they laid on the couch after a long day. You were so sweet and beautiful as you flitted around the house, cooking dinner or doing chores. And those days where they would come home to find you lounging by the pool outside? Your tiny swimsuit leaving little to the imagination? Well those were just bonuses.

Those nights, as you slept soundly in your bed, on the other side of the wall, Tenya gripped his cock tightly. Your curves ran through his mind and he spat on his throbbing cock as he thought about you. Your soft touches and giggles replayed in his head. Thoughts of when the two of you were alone and you’d curl up against him on the couch as you watched a movie, or fell asleep on his chest. You trusted him so much to protect you and love you like an older brother should and here he was, fantasizing about stretching your sweet little pussy on his cock, about making you cry out his name.

Fuck, or when your cute little voice rang out each morning, “Good morning big brother!”. He wanted to hear you scream for him, beg your big brother to fuck you harder. He wanted to ruin you and make you his. He panted as he picked up speed, fucking his hand. His hips jerked and he was so close.

A noise came from your room, a soft mewl. Tenya pressed his ear to the wall. He could hear movement and another soft sigh. Were you touching yourself too? Were you imagining his cock filling you up? He strained to hear and made out your cute little breaths and another low moan. His eyes rolled back and he groaned as his cum shot over his abs and chest. He listened to hear if you were awake and heard nothing more from your room. Sighing, he reached to his nightstand to clean himself.

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Days passed and you had been in an exceptionally good mood. At first, Tensei and Tenya both thought you were just in a good mood. But they started to notice you looking at your phone more, giggling and blushing at the screen. When they would ask, you would mumble “nothing” as you typed a response. You also spent more days out of the house than usual, saying you were spending time with friends or running errands. Finally one night, as the three of you sat at the table, you spoke up.

“I met a guy.”

Tenya’s fork clattered to his plate and Tensei gritted his teeth.

“His name is Kaito. He’s really sweet and really cute. He wants to take me out to dinner this week but I wanted him to meet you two first.” You smiled, looking up at your older brothers who were glaring daggers at their food.

Tenya spoke first.

“Where did you meet this man?”, he asked, his eyes burning a whole into the tablecloth.

“At the store as I was getting some groceries. He helped carry my bags to the car.” Your eyes flickered to both your brothers, confused at the tension in the air.

“So this man just picks up women at the grocery store?”, Tensei asked, his tone cold.

Your skin prickled.

“What? No, of course not. He saw I was struggling and offered to help me. Then we got to talking and…”

Tenya looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“If you are having difficulty getting groceries, Tensei or I will join you so these men don’t prey on you. What if he had followed you home? Or attacked you in the car?”

You squeezed your eyes shut. How was this the conclusion they were reaching?

“Nothing happened! And clearly he is a nice man, as he wants to meet you and take me out.” Your voice wavered as 2 pairs of navy eyes stared you down.

“Is this who you’ve been texting?”, Tensei interrupted you.

You looked at him questioningly,

“Why does it matter who I’m–”

“ANSWER THE QUESTION.” Tenya’s hand slammed on the table.

Your lip trembled. Fighting back tears, you whispered. “Yes.”

Tensei looked exasperated. Closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, he reached out to you and you flinched.

“We are just worried about you. You’re our sweet little sister and we want to make sure no one hurts you ever.”

Tenya reached out to your other arm.

“I apologize, dear sister. I just want you to be safe and unharmed.”

You stared blankly at the table, before turning from both of them and walking to your room, slamming the door.

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As your phone buzzed on the couch that night, it wasn’t too difficult for your older brothers to figure out your password. And it was even easier to find this Kaito guy online and threaten him until he agreed to cut contact with you.

After all, your big brothers would always protect you.

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The next day, as you read and re-read the messages from Kaito, your heart broke. You curled up against your older brothers on the couch.

“You were right.” You sobbed into Tensei’s shoulder, Tenya’s chest pressed against your back. “I should have never argued with you two.”

The boys held you close between them.

“Shh, it’s okay. We’ll take care of you. Your big brothers are here for you.” Tenya pressed his lips to your hair as Tensei pulled you into his chest. You could hear his heartbeat through his thin shirt. You felt Tenya rub soft soothing circles on your back and you sniffled, turning so you could face both of them.

“I’m..*hic* sorry for being *hic* so emotional.” You choked out, rubbing your eyes. You blinked and both boys looked at you. They both had such adoration in their eyes and looked at you like you hung the moon. You knew they would always be there for you.

You kissed Tensei on the cheek and turned, kissing Tenya on the cheek. Both boys blushed furiously and your breath caught in your throat as they each pressed a kiss to your cheeks, slightly closer to your lips.

Maybe it was the overwhelming emotions that filled you right now, or maybe it was always there, lying dormant inside of you. But you felt a tingle in your core and pressed another soft kiss to Tenya’s face, this time ghosting the edge of his lips before placing an identical one to Tensei.

Your body stilled as you waited to see what they would do. Tensei looked in your eyes before pressing his lips to yours. Your hand clutched at his shirt as he licked your lip. You opened your mouth to him and he hungrily tasted you. You broke apart, and Tenya took this opportunity to pull you towards him.

He slammed his lips to yours as Tensei kissed down your neck and collarbone. Where Tensei was confident in his kisses, Tenya was desperate. You moaned into Tenya’s mouth as Tensei bit a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. Your bodies were so close and you could feel Tenya’s erection through his pants, pressing against your thigh.

You pulled back.

“We shouldn’t...I’m so sorry, this is…” You stammered,

Tensei kissed your temple and Tenya pressed his hand to your cheek.

“Let us take care of you, little sister. Let your big brothers make it all better.”

Flustered you gave in to your body and continued reaching down, palming Tenya through his slacks. You felt his body shiver as you ran your fingers up and down the shaft. Pulling away from both of them you pulled off your sweater, revealing your body to them. Their cocks ached so much for you, and seeing you like this, in a way they had only imagined, turned them feral.

Tensei tugged at your legs, pushing you onto your back. You looked up at your big brothers and your eyes widened.

“You’re so beautiful.” Tensei whispered, his fingers tracing your belly. Tenya nodded, his eyes trained on your breasts in the lacy white bra you wore. He slid the strap down your shoulder and when you didn’t protest, unhooked the clasp in the front. Your breasts spilled out and he ran his fingers over your hardening nipples.

Tensei tugged down your legging and panties and you were naked before them, looking like a sweet lamb between two hungry wolves. He pressed a kiss to your lower belly, and you whimpered. His cerulean eyes met yours and you gave a soft nod for him to keep going. His lips met your folds and he lapped at your slit hungrily. Your hips bucked involuntarily and you could feel his grin against you.

“Easy now sweetheart, your big brother is going to take care of you.” His hands pressed your hips down firmly as he continued to devour your cunt.

Your eyes rolled back and you met Tenya’s eager eyes. His erection was pressing painfully through his pants and you tugged at the fabric, silently begging for him. He threw off his slacks and you could see the wet mark on the front of his boxers. Running your fingers over it, you opened your mouth and looked at him expectantly.

That was all it took. Tenya slid his boxers off, pressing the head of his dick against your soft lips. You gave kitten licks, staring into his eyes as best you could as you were still being tantalized by Tensei’s tongue. Tenya let out a grunt as you continued to tease his cock, slowly taking it deeper into your mouth. Tensei plunged his tongue deep inside you and you let out a loud moan around Tenya.

“F-fuck...so good, princess.” Tenya choked out, pulling you closer onto his cock. You felt yourself getting closer to climax as Tensei flicked his tongue over your clit. You gasped around Tenya’s thick member and he used this opportunity to push himself deeper down your throat. Stars danced in your eyes and your thighs strained under Tensei’s grip.

“That’s it baby girl, cum all over your big brother’s face.”

His lewd words, the taboo nature of it all, and the helplessness you felt as you choked on Tenya’s cock and were being held down by Tensei...you cried out as you gushed all over Tensei’s face.

“Mmm….that’s it sweetheart.” Tensei murmured as he guzzled down your arousal. Your eyes fluttered and you whimpered as you Tenya lazily fucked your face.

Tensei looked at Tenya and wordlessly, the brothers switched places and you were flipped onto your knees. Tenya’s thick cock was pressed against your entrance and you gulped at how big it felt. He ran his hands over your hips.

“Shh...be a sweet little sister for your brothers.”

Tensei’s cock was in front of your mouth and he tapped it on your mouth. You parted your lips and both brothers slid inside you. You gasped at the stretch and tried to turn your head towards Tenya, but Tensei gripped your face, and you swirled your tongue around his cock.

“So tight...god...such a perfect little girl.” Tenya groaned, his fingertips digging into your skin. Tensei tugged your hair as he plunged deeper into your mouth. You bounced between the brother’s cocks as they worshipped your body, praising you for being their good girl.

“So beautiful, Y/N. You’re so good to us.” Tensei whispered.

You could feel Tenya’s thrusts getting sloppier as he pounded into you faster and faster. He pulled your arms behind your back, so you were at their mercy. Tensei’s cock was slamming the back of your throat, and Tenya was fucking you so deep you felt like you were going to pass out. Your limbs felt like jelly and the only thing holding you upright was the sheer force of them fucking you from each end.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck...gonna cum.” Tenya breathed out, his grip on you was almost painful and your arms were sore from how hard he tugged on them. Tensei seemed to be reaching his peak too, as his breaths were becoming ragged. You swallowed around his cock and he let out a deep groan, spilling his seed down your throat. You clenched around Tenya and he swore as he shot ropes of hot cum deep inside you. The twitching of his cock set you off and your muscles clenched as you whimpered out. You felt like sparks were fluttering from your nerves and the boys held you as you came down from your high.

Your eyes closed and you could only faintly feel them cleaning you up and someone carrying you to your bed. Your hands reached out and you felt the bed shift as each man climbed into your pink bed on either side of you.

Content, you fell asleep between your big brothers.

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What if Steve leaves and she finds out she’s pregnant? I really love your alternate ending where he leaves for Peggy and wondering if you could write more about it. Doesn’t have to be him leaving a child behind that was just a question that popped into my head

Pairing: (past) Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Please do not repost/translate anywhere. Reblogs/Comments are much welcomed ♥

Continuation of: This Dress is Karma || Alternate Ending

Warnings: unbeta'd. Angst ending for Steeb.

Note: I don't know how you roped me into writing a 2.3k continuation but here I am LOL

Count: ~2.3k

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You shut the door with a soft click, waiting until you hear the quiet footsteps fade away. The lump in your throat gets harder to swallow as you turn around, leaning back against the door and let out a shaky sigh.

You can't help but think those were some brave words you said to Steve. You desperately wanted them to be true. You did want to be so happy that it would physically pain Steve if he were to ever witness it.

You wanted it to be true that you were never going to see him again because he had hurt you so much, and he needed to stay away from you.

But when you lift your trembling hand to your stomach, you wonder if everything you said had been nothing more than a brave front.

"You alright?"

You immediately look up and see Bucky stepping out of the guest room, fully dressed with towel-dried hair.

You swallow and force a smile as you drop your hand.

"Yeah, you ready to head out?" You ask him as you stand up straight.

Bucky nods with a grumble before he grabs a strand of his hair. "I need a haircut first, though. Do you think we could find a barber first?"

"Sure," you say, turning around and opening the door with Bucky following you behind.

"You sure everything is okay?" Bucky asks you again.

The way your throat feels raw, the hysterical words that want to escape your mouth make you feel dizzy. You want to put your hand against your stomach again as if to see if you could suddenly feel a bump.

But you refrain because Bucky would get suspicious. Well, he'd probably think you had a stomachache first, but if you didn't stop acting strange, he would pry.

"Everything's fine," you mumble.

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As the weeks pass, more and more things begin to slip from you.

There is a layer of never-ending panic that sits right beneath your skin, crawling and setting your nerves on fire.

When you began to get morning sickness and threw up into the toilet, you began to shake.

The reality of your situation began to hit you.

You were pregnant.

With Steve's child.

Steve, who had abandoned you and was grey and old and probably would pass away soon.

The notion of it all had you throwing up in the toilet again.

You were alone, and you were scared.

What were you going to do? You couldn't rely on Steve anymore.

You looked down at your relatively flat stomach still, placing your hand against it.

There was a life growing inside you. What were you going to do?

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It was harder to hide when Bucky came over almost every other day, even though he didn't live with you. He had stayed for a week after the confrontation with Steve but quickly found his own place.

Initially, that had made you feel more alone, like everyone couldn't wait to escape from you. But it had worked out when you needed alone time.

Bucky was currently in your kitchen, cooking up steaks for lunch for the two of you.

The smell of it made you deathly pale.

"What's going on with you?" Bucky asked with a frown as he set the steaks aside to rest.

You had to swallow hard before you could answer. "Nothing," you said weakly. "I'm—I'm sorry. I know you came all the way here to cook but I'm not really hungry."

"You've been saying that for days now, doll," Bucky pursed his lip. "I feel like I haven't seen you eat a proper meal lately. What's going on? I know things have been...hard. Especially since you last saw Steve, but this isn't okay. I need you to eat something in front of me that isn't pretzels, bananas, or bread."

The idea of sliding a piece of steak basted in butter had your stomach knot itself painfully.

You shook your head, but when Bucky insisted, slicing the steak and you watched the juices run, you couldn't hold it in anymore.

You took off to the bathroom in haste.

"Hey—" Bucky called out and took off after you, but you were quick to shut the door before you fell to your knees over the toilet and hurled.

"What's wrong?" Bucky yelled through the door, trying to jiggle it open but found you had locked it. "Open the door, doll. I just want to make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine," you said shakily as you grabbed some toilet paper and wiped your mouth, eyes hot with tears. "I just—I just haven't been feeling well."

The silence on the other side of the door only lingered for a moment before Bucky used his metal arm to turn the doorknob so hard, it broke open.

He found you sitting on the floor, over the toilets, eyes rimmed red and your face pale.

Bucky carefully walks in and kneels slowly before you.

He thinks back the couple of weeks and how you've been going to the bathroom a lot more, and how you don't like going to restaurants to eat. You've been eating at home and the strangest things and wearing more flowy shirts.

He looks at your face, and the way you're trying to hold back your tears makes Bucky feel dread.

"Doll..." he calls you softly. "Are you—Are you pregnant?"

You let out a choked sob in response, face dropping as you close your eyes.

Bucky's quick to hold you in his arms as he strokes your back, his heart dropping.

There was only one person who could've gotten you pregnant.

There had been some dumb shit Steve's done the entire time Bucky's known him. Always getting into scraps he couldn't finish, always prideful when Bucky wanted to help him.

But it had been the first time Bucky's ever been so fucking pissed at Steve. It was the first time Bucky couldn't defend or make an excuse for his friend.

"Bucky, what am I going to do?" You trembled in his arms. "I can't—Steve isn't—I want to keep it but I'm alone."

Bucky swallowed so hard it was painful.

There was no fucking way he was ready to be a dad or step up in any kind of way—that is, if you even let him.

Fuck, you two didn't even have feelings for each other or anything. There was something, maybe, Bucky thought for the future. But now?

"You're not alone," Bucky reassured, keeping his voice still for your sake. "I'm here. I'm here all the way and I'm not gonna leave you, doll. Ever."

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You manage to keep the fact that you're pregnant under the wraps easily. It helps that since saving the world, no one really meets up anymore. A part of you worries because you can't find Wanda anywhere, but you know she can find you if she wanted to.

Sam might be the only other person who knows, and Bucky was begrudging when accepting his help.

Months pass, and you're surprised how dedicated Bucky is. You're pretty sure you're on the verge of a mental breakdown constantly. A part of you worries Steve will show up, but Bucky reassures you that there's nothing Steve could do even if he did show up.

"Fuck..." you swore as Bucky was in the middle of figuring out how to build the crib the two of you got from Ikea. He looks up at you alarmingly. "I think my water just broke."

"Oh, shit, okay, okay!" Bucky jumps up right away and starts running around to grab the prepared bag as he helps you out into the car. "Don't panic!"

"Bucky, I'm literally about to push a baby out of my body. I'm going to fucking panic if I want to," you snap, and Bucky bites his lip to refrain from speaking as he zips through traffic.

"Oh, god," you say under your breath. You were having a baby. You were actually going to have a baby.

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"Bucky, you can't just carry her everywhere," you grumbled as you pushed the stroller through the park. "You're spoiling her."

"Yes, I can. She wants me to carry her and whatever my princess wants, she gets." Bucky declared indignantly at you while sticking his tongue out.

You sighed with a smile.

You couldn't believe a year has passed. Despite the time passing, you never really felt fully prepared as a mother. You were scared you were fucking it up all the time if you're honest.

Bucky holds your hand, and you give him a shy smile. That was new too. Slow and steady, as Bucky has always been, and you think you were falling for him because of that.

When you look up, your heart stops.

"Oh," Steve blinked.

Another year has passed, but you find Steve doesn't look too different. A little more tired perhaps, but still...Steve.

You feel panic creep up in your chest that threatens to become a panic attack before Bucky squeezes your hand.

"Breathe, doll," he whispers encouragingly to you, but it's loud enough for Steve to catch.

You do as he says, taking a few calming breaths. You want to keep walking, but it seems Steve can't stop staring at the child in Bucky's arms.

"Why don't you take Hazel to the pond? She really likes looking at the ducks," you tell Bucky, and he nods, warily looking at you and Steve. He sends Steve a curt nod before he takes the stroller with him and walks off.

Steve's eyes trail after Bucky.

You know then that he knows. It's not hard after all. Hazel looks like a spitting image of Steve, something that had been hard for you to deal with at first. Her blonde hair and blue eyes—the blue eyes were easier since Bucky's eyes were blue too, even if a darker shade.

But Hazel was so lovely; you loved her so easily.

"When did you know?" Steve asked.

You shrugged. "The day before we all saved the world."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Steve's voice was pained and betrayed, and you cocked your brow at him.

"Why? So you would stay?"

"Yes, I would have!" Steve insisted.

The sheer stupidity of the situation had you give a humourless laugh.

"The last thing I want is for you to stay because of a baby, Steve. You wanted to leave, despite everything, you chose to leave. We would only hate each other in the long run."

"That's not true," Steve denied. "When I made that choice, it wasn't because I didn't love you anymore."

"No, you just didn't love me enough."

The words rang clear, almost throwing Steve off-kilter.

The silence fell, and the two of you could hear Hazel laughing with Bucky in the distance as she shrieked.

"Don't you think I deserved to know about her?" Steve asked with his lips pursed.

"No," you answered honestly. "What do you, a 90 something-year-old man, have to offer her? You certainly can't step up and be her father. Your time keeps running out and the last thing I need is for Hazel to have instability. Did you want to be her grandfather? She's already met mine, so do you want to pretend to be Bucky's?"

"So, you're just gonna lie to her and let her think Bucky is her dad?"

Your eyes flash angrily.

"Bucky is her dad. He's the only dad that counts in every way. Do you know how hard it was for me? I was scared shitless, Steve. You can delude yourself into thinking otherwise, but you're unreliable. I couldn't come to you for help," you snap at him. "Do you know who was there every time I was puking my guts out, crying or screaming, or wanted pickles with peanut butter at 2AM? Who do you think was there for every appointment. Who bought fifty parenting and baby books to study religiously? It was Bucky. Even though I knew he was scared too, he was there. So, don't fucking try to make me and Bucky look like the bad guy. You have NOTHING to offer to Hazel."

Steve stood there wide-eyed, guilt crowding over his eyes. Steve doesn't want to say he regrets going back because that would mean a lifetime of regrets he can't get back.

"You're right," Steve said slowly, trying to appease your anger. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. It's not my place to say anything."

Even though Steve says it, he looks over to the little girl squealing in Bucky's arms. He looks at her blonde hair that she clearly got from him and your nose.

He and Peggy had children—children he loved more than anything.

But...the idea of his child with you...that was another reality he missed.

It seems to be that way always for him, Steve thought somberly. He was always missing something. Maybe you had been right about him.

Steve listens as you take a deep breath in and exhale.

"Do you want to meet her?" You offer, and Steve can tell it's difficult for you to say those words.

"If you're okay with it," Steve said slowly.

You nod stiffly. "It's fine as long as you respect my wishes and refrain from telling her you're her bio dad. I want to save that conversation for when she's older and able to understand it more."

You don't say it, but Steve is already thinking how he'll most likely be gone by then.

The two of you begin to walk towards Bucky and Hazel.

"What will you tell her?" Steve asked.

"The truth," you shrug. "That you were the world's greatest hero and you loved her and would've loved to get to know her if you stayed, but you didn't and it wasn't her fault."

"Right, it was mine," Steve felt a sting in the back of his throat.

"I don't think it was anyone's fault," you tell him. "It's just karma, Steve. I wasn't enough for you and now you're not enough for Hazel."

Right, Steve thought somberly as he looked at you in your summer dress. It was different from the sexy red one that used to drive him insane.

It was a calm peace, a show of your motherhood and graceful maturity.

This dress is karma, too.

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