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goodmorgan · 2 years ago

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Perfect Strangers

Chapter 3: A Sin to Hang

(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x f!Reader

Series Summary: When a stranger appears at your homestead to steal from you, you set out to help him instead. What follows is a reckless relationship with potentially dangerous outcomes.

Chapter Summary: A pleasant afternoon turns into a delightful evening as you and Arthur exchange some intimate confessions.

Word Count: 4.4K

Tags: NSFW. MDNI. 18+. Smut, Porn With Plot, Mutual Pining, Infidelity, Clothed Sex, Vaginal Sex, Pet Name, Mentions of Masturbation Voyeurism and Oral Sex, Teasing, Swearing, Touch-Starved Arthur Morgan

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A/N: This one's just smut. Necessary smut! Things get a lot more intimate!

You should’ve known that satisfying Arthur Morgan wouldn’t be as easy as pie.

As you serve him another slice, you notice the pie you baked earlier now has a 4 o’clock shape, the apple filling spilling over the bottom of the round plate. You wonder how he can eat so much dessert after such a hearty dinner, even for a man of such build.

“This is the best pie I’ve ever had, missy.” Arthur is swift to gobble another bite, downing it with a sip of his whiskey.

“It’s my grandma’s recipe.” You watch attentively as he devours your baking while nibbling on one of the pieces of chocolate Arthur brought you. You hadn’t had some in months and the sweet familiar taste comforts you after such an unpredictable day.

You both eat the dessert each of you got for the other, enjoying your mutually pleasant company in silence as you’re now both perfectly at ease. The night sky has just settled over the horizon and you hear distant whippoorwills outside. Amber and Titus are now sheltered on the stable outback, enjoying the comfort that Arthur spent all day renovating.

Arthur is now wearing a plain white shirt, a spare one he had on his horse since the blue one he wore during the day was stained with your wetness during the afternoon’s recreations. You were insistent to wash it before dinner and now you watch as it dries on the clothesline outside from your living room window.

After a short while, the inevitable happens. Before reaching his mouth, a piece of apple filling lands right on the pristine white on the middle of his shirt. You both chuckle as Arthur reaches for the fallen chunk with his fingers, quickly bringing it to its destination as he places it on his tongue, swallowing as he savors its sweet taste. He licks his fingers, adamant about not letting anything go to waste.

“I’ll get a towel.” You head to the kitchen and wet a tea towel on your sink, hoping to reach him in time before the shirt stains. You swipe the remaining filling off, rubbing at the smudge to try to erase it. It soon becomes apparent the effort is pointless. Another shirt is ruined.

Arthur watches your face attentively as you attempt to salvage it, his chest getting wet as you damp the shirt with the towel. When you let out a frustrated sigh, he places a hand on your jaw, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “It’s no use, darling.”

You’re stubborn enough to keep going. “You don’t happen to have another shirt on your saddle, do you?”

“I’m afraid we’ve ruined all the ones I have.”

You both laugh as Arthur’s thumb continues his motion, moving up as your smile widens. You stop cleaning his shirt, setting the towel down on the table, smoothing the wet spot with your fingers as you try to dry it out. Arthur’s free hand snatches yours away, lifting its back up to his lips to plant a soft kiss as you fix your sight on each other’s gaze. He then smoothly pulls your jaw down, leaning in the rest of the way until he finally kisses you languidly. Then he’s brave enough to part your lips, deepening the kiss as his other hand pulls the rest of your body clumsily onto his lap, a place that’s becoming all too familiar and all too exciting for you.

You prop yourself on his thighs as he begins pulling you downwards into his embrace, eventually sneaking his tongue between your teeth. You find yourself sinking into him while beginning to float all at once.

As he gets more excited, his hands reach for your thighs and he caresses them as he did during the afternoon, before he moved to see if you were ready for his ministrations. Your hips are now intimately close to his and you feel him starting to tent underneath you.

You withdraw from his lips to speak, hoping he doesn’t take you right here and now. “Arthur, the dishes.”

He reaches for your jaw, a subpar replacement for your lips. “What about them?”

“Let me finish them before we start.”

He heads for the crook of your neck. “We don’t need them clean for what we’re doing, darling.”

You let out a scoff. “I hate leaving the kitchen messy overnight.” You straddle his face between your hands. ”You can have me after.”

“You promise?” He’s almost pouting and it’s endearing.

“Yeah, I promise.”

His scowl reaches your lips as he wrings from you a short but passionate kiss before he lets you off his lap. You break from his embrace as you head to the kitchen.

“Bring me the rest of the plates, would you?” You begin to scrub one of the pans you used to make dinner.

He exhales in disappointment. “Yes, ma’am.”

Arthur begins to do as he’s asked, clearing the table a few dishes at a time, brushing sideways behind you as he places them by your side. You notice he gets a little closer with each brush, a move that is certainly intentional, making you giddy. You pretend to ignore his attempts to rattle you, which makes him lean closer every time. He eventually runs out of plates to bring you.

“Can you help me out and dry the washed plates, please?” Your tone is of obliviousness.

Another exhale. “Yes, ma’am.”

He somehow still finds a way to keep brushing past you as he begins to put away the plates and cutlery in their cabinets. You’re doing the final dishes when he finally places his last one, brushing past you again but stopping with his body front facing your back. You feel him sinking into you slowly, putting his hands on your shoulders before he suggestively runs them down your arms, stopping at your bent elbows before he slides them downwards to your waist, leaving their warmth on your hips.

“I haven’t finished the dishes yet, Arthur,” you say almost as a reprimand. You know that he’s fully impatient now, but you’re not above teasing him further.

“I don’t think I can wait, missy.” He lowers his lips to kiss that magical spot below your ear and you try to fight the urge to let your head fall back. He continues to rummage his hands where he pleases, moving from the width of your hips to the small of your back and then forward to the curve of your belly. You can’t be sure if the plate on your hand is already clean as you become increasingly distracted, so you keep scrubbing, applying more pressure as he does the same to you.

“I’m almost done.” A few dishes still remain.

“You better be.” His face creeps up on your collarbone and you feel his hot breath on your neck, the sensation so intoxicating you're surprised when his fingers reach the underside of your breasts. You respond by holding your own breath but when he finally cups them fully in his palms you can’t help but let out a ragged sigh. When he lightly squeezes them, your sharp whimper is perceptibly loud and it echoes directly into his ear.

He purrs in response. “Enjoying this, are we?”

You’re so delighted to be in his embrace you stop moving your hands, savoring as he encapsulates your frame. This only encourages him further and he pushes his whole torso onto your back, taking a deep breath to smell your hair as he switches sides, soon nibbling at your other ear. His hips lean heavily into yours and, even with the fabric of your skirt and his pants in the way, you feel his hard bulge pressing against your ass, sending a hot wave of desire through your whole body.

Arthur suddenly begins to suck the spot below your ear, which makes you let out another gasp, making him more determined, tightening his hold of your bosoms. You continue to fail at remaining quiet, especially when you begin to feel him rubbing himself over your, strategically moving his pelvis to create enough friction to alleviate his growing stiffness. You lean your hands over the edge of the sink to ground yourself as you lift your buttocks higher to meet his grinding, chasing the euphoria of the moment. He responds by letting out a long-repressed groan, making his chest vibrate against your back. It feels too good not to keep pressing against him, especially as the movements become less restrained.

“You know, I could just come like this,” he admits. The image is heavy fuel to the fire in your core and you feel yourself twitching as you become wetter. “Is that what you want?”

Your instinct is to immediately say yes. You imagine him rocking into you vigorously, clutching your hips to keep them from moving. You’d hear his obscene groans directly in your ear as he brings himself closer to release, making you reach underneath your skirt to find some consolation. You figure you’d unravel by the sounds he would make as he’d make a mess on his jeans, another garment to wash before your sinfulness hangs in the clothesline to dry again.

But then you think of the past few days, how you had touched yourself to the idea of him bringing you to the edge while sinking into you, his thick length the reason you came apart. The one thing that you didn't get on the night you met. It has nagged you too much not to recall it now.

You seem to get lost in your reasoning as he's insistent to ask you again. “Is that what you want, missy?”

You grip the stone of the sink tighter, scared you’ll disappoint him with your answer. “I’m sorry, Arthur. No.” Your voice quietens at the end.

He hears you perfectly though and upon your last word he stops his grinding, reaching for your waist before he turns you around so he can look at you, concern in his eyes. “What is it that you want then?” He can tell you have something on your mind as he tightens his hands on your hips, kissing your jaw lightly to put you at ease. “Tell me what you want and I'll do it.”

You’re a little reticent to tell him, but he seems sincerely interested in your pleasure. He leans his lips into your neck so you take the chance to whisper into his ear. “I need you inside me.”

He hums at your suggestion. “Yeah?” He resumes rolling his hips lazily. “What else?”

You trail his ear as he deepens his hold on you, placing his palms on your back. “I need you to make me come.”

He rises to look at your face, a slight smirk on his lips. “You wanna come around my cock, huh?”

You nod gently, palming the side of one of his moving thighs.

He hovers over your lips. "Naughty little thing, ain't ya?" You close the gap between your mouths, answering his question affirmatively.

Arthur finally gives you the ardent kiss you seek, pulling you closer as his hands run down to your ass, grabbing at you desperately. His rutting fastens as you thrust yourself into him as well, both of you needy with unashamed desire. Your hands are still wet and soapy from the dishes but you sink them onto his shoulder blades with gusto, further ruining his stained shirt. When you feel his erection poking into your thigh, you lean crudely into his center so it prods directly on your pulsing core. The blinding stimulation frees from you your biggest moan of the night.

He lets go of your lips to look at you again, not pausing his movements for a second. "Maybe we should stop." Neither of you do.

“What for?” You’re too lost to understand why.

"You haven't finished the dishes yet, missy." He lands his joke with a satisfying grin.

You respond with a hiccuped sneer. "I don't care, Arthur."

"I thought you didn't like messes." He sinks into your neck again.

You like to fight fire with fire. "Why don't you make a mess of me again and we find out?" Your tone is more challenging than humorous.

He suddenly stops his hips as he raises his head and you see his gaze is completely overcome with lust now. “Let’s get you out of these clothes then. Before you have to wash them too.”

Arthur practically drags you to the bedroom before he sits on the bed, working quickly to remove your blouse while you begin to undo your skirt for the second time today.

“You sure you’re ready again, missy? You’re not sore from this afternoon?” He looks at you while he slides the top from your shoulders.

You shake your head, desperate to relieve your arousal again. The pleasure he gave you a few hours ago seems to have been wiped from your memory as you’re more than ready for another round. “I need you, Arthur.”

Your skirt finally falls on the floor on top of the blouse and you feel Arthur pulling at your drawers until they reach your ankles. You step out of them while you remove your chemise.

His eyes are now facing your bare folds and he parts them lightly to see how aroused you already are. “Hmm. So wet already.” He reaches for your hips, pushing you on top of him again. ”Such a good girl for me.” He clasps your shoulders as he swiftly swaddles you down to lay you flat on the bed, pressing his chest against yours before he lands on his feet, already working his damp shirt.

You watch as Arthur unbuckles himself, removing his boots before letting his pants fall next to your clothes. His already stiff length is protruding inside his underpants, now considerably stained, no doubt the result of his fervent grinding on you. It dismays you when he doesn't remove his shaft right away. Instead, he climbs on top of you on the bed, caging you beneath him, being careful enough to keep his hips from touching you.

"What was it you wanted again, darling?" He leans down for a quick kiss.

"You inside me." You reach for his shoulders, trying to force him to come down on you.

“And how much do you want it, missy?” He starts pecking your collarbone.

��So much, Arthur.” You're growing uncomfortably desperate, so you jolt your hips trying to try to meet his.

He chuckles. "I can see that. Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”

How does he know, you wonder. "Yeah." You try to reach his waist again.

"When?"

"Every day." You thrust again.

He looks up at you. "Every day, huh? What did you think about?" There's a snooty smirk forming on his face.

“I thought about you being inside me.” Your tone reeks of impatience as you become frustrated by his unyieldingness. You hook one of your legs around his back but he doesn't give in.

"Yeah, and did you come?" He sounds and looks beyond pleased with your confession.

"Every time." You remember that to get to a man you get through his ego. "Some days more than once." Your other leg joins the other and it manages to lower him a bit, his undergarment slightly brushing your core.

He fixes his greedy eyes on you. "On which days, missy?"

You deliver your coup de grace. "All of them."

"Oh, you're killing me." He succumbs fully to the pressure now, not just of your insistence but of his throbbing cock, reaching for your warmth to appease the unbearable ache inflamed by your words. He sinks into your neck as he writhes you hungrily, his covered erection rubbing your folds apart, exposing your swollen clit to his frenzied movements as you begin to lose composure.

"Arthur, I need you inside me!"

He fastens his squirming as you feel him twitching at your words. "We'll get there, missy."

"I won't last long!" You cry out petulantly, feeling pathetic that you're this aroused after what you got this afternoon.

You get his attention as he surfaces, swiping your lips with his thumb. "Well, let's make sure your dreams come true then."

It's pure torture when Arthur stops moving, lifting his whole upper body as he kneels by your thighs, towering over you as you watch him lowering his underpants to let out his fully hard cock, its head beading, begging for attention. Your hips jolt reflexively at the sight, unable to do much under his weight. He reaches for his shaft to pump a few lazy strokes to smear it with his precum as his thumb works the head. He continues even when he lifts one knee at a time to remove the garment, releasing a few huffs of gratification.

"You ready to take me?" He gets faster as his hand glides easier around its member.

"God, yes! Arthur!" Your whole body moves with restlessness as you clutch the sheets beneath you. "Inside!"

He moves his free hand to part your legs, placing a knee between them as he curls one of your legs around his back. His other knee joins the other as he bends your other leg to make you open wide for him. "I'm gonna tell you a secret." He bends downwards to place his smeared head at your entrance as you dig your nails into the white cotton threads. He kisses your lips annoyingly tame. "Wanna hear it?"

Your shaking turns into a nod. "Yes!"

He guides his cock upwards to reach your clit, the move so intense you bolt your head sideways and close your eyes. Arthur's hand reaches your cheek to make sure you look at him, his fingers smelling of his heat. You open your mouth as you feel his hardness return to your entrance, ready to swallow him whole.

He delivers his own finishing blow. "I touched myself thinking about you too."

Arthur begins to enter you, slow but steady, and you suddenly think you're about to black out, your senses clouded by the intensity of the moment as you take in his cock and his words. The thought that he chased his pleasure thinking about you just like you thought about him sends you flying, crashing as you begin to feel him filling you, reaching your spot of untamed delight. You swap the grasp of the flimsy sheets for the strength of his shoulders, as he deepens himself into you, recreating the dream you kept yearning for in the past few days.

He begins to share his own dream. "Thought about you taking me like this too," he reveals through ragged breaths that fall on your mouth. "All warm and tight. Just for me." He steadies himself on his elbows as his legs begin to tremble slightly. "Here to feed me and save me. So good for me." His hands reach for your shoulders as he begins to angle down further. "An angel from heaven." You would think this corny if you could think. "Sent down to fuck me."

You feel your chest heaving with what must be sharps wails but you're only able to hear the words coming out of his mouth, trembling at his every remark. When you finally feel him reach your hilt, you're amazed you haven't finished yet, blindsided by something beyond any of your waking fantasies.

Arthur stills himself as he lets you adjust to his significant size, toying with your bottom lip as he bottoms out. “Oh, fuck, you fit me so well, missy.”

You ache at the lack of his thrusts, so you do some of your own. "Arthur!" You tell him something you've never told another man in bed. "Please!"

He must notice the desperation in your eyes and your voice because he budges, rolling out a slow buck of his hips. "This what you want, angel?" Your moan comes from deep in your throat. "For me to fuck you?" Another roll. "My perfect fucking angel." He begins to set a rhythmic languid pace as he lowers his mouth to one of your breasts, teasing your other one with his fingers. His broken name begins to echo throughout the room, each time followed by one of his mind-numbing thrusts. You tighten the hold of your hands and legs around him, trying to consume a body almost double your size, convinced to devour him whole.

You're disheartened when he stops telling you of his time away. "How'd you have me? In your touch?" You fail to form comprehensible sentences.

Somehow he understands you. "Thought about you stroking my cock with your pretty little fingers. Like you did the other day by the fire." He keeps pecking your tit as he speaks in short bursts, his breath hitching further. "That it was your hand instead of mine. At the end of the day. On my bed. In my tent." His tongue slides in and out of his mouth to rile you up. "A few times I had to stop. By the road. Behind a tree."

You're so close now, you can feel it. If only he keeps talking. You shout his name again, hoping he continues. He does. "Thought about your mouth. Sucking. On your knees." His own knees are now bouncing on the mattress as his motions become more erratic. "One time. At the farrier. Had to go outside. Thinking of you. Your hand and your mouth. Couldn't help it. A lady saw me. Didn't say nothing. Just left." He sucks on your nipple for a moment. "But that's not how I ended."

"How?" you let out between moans.

"I was inside you. Like this. Tight. So fucking tight." He lifts his head and you find his gaze. "Squeezing my cock. Hard." He licks his lips, setting now a dramatic pace as he steers his cock down to hit the sacred spot inside you again and again. "Need you to repeat it, missy." He tries to kiss you as you grit your teeth. “Need you to be a good girl for me.”

Nothing about what happens next is calm or collected as you near the point of no return, shutting your eyes closed as his request reaches your ears. You must look hysterical as your whole body braces for the inevitable, already eclipsing this afternoon's debauchery. You undulate carelessly under the confinement of his frame as his cock slams into you with unrelenting force.

"Come around me, girl." He feels your muscles clenching rapidly around him. "Like that. Yeah." Animalistic grunts cascade from his words. "Just like that. Come for me." You feel your muscles begin to lose any control they have left. "Come on, missy. Do this for me. Be my pretty little angel." His wish is granted as you finally reach the edge, turning both your lewd fantasies into delectable reality as you come around him.

Your husband's bed creaks loudly under you as you ascend a heaven he never even prayed for you, wrapped around another man as he calls you his angel.

"Oh, fuck, missy. Fuck." Arthur's plunges get brusque as your climax makes him approach his own, gripping your hips tightly as you toss uncontrollably from the overwhelming sensation. He revels in your oversensitive state as you attempt to subdue his force unsuccessfully. His moans start getting louder as yours subside. You open your eyes to see his face recoiling in ecstasy as he struggles to hold on.

A few seconds later he finally removes his cock from you as he reaches the finish line, stroking himself to completion, slathering your stomach with his warm white spend, marking you with his sinful elation.

This is the second time now he has climaxed on you, but this time he releases himself with more composure, lasting longer, the effort of someone regaining his footing on a forgotten skill. You can tell this round was more enjoyable to him, like it was to you, both of you enraptured by the bliss of intimacy.

"Christ, missy." He opens his eyes as he continues to hold himself, running on empty. He exhales a cackle as he looks down at you, both of you already able to breathe again. "You look a fright, darling. Let's get you cleaned up." Arthur gets up to reach for the towel hanging from your vanity before nestling between your thighs again, your legs still open from exhaustion. He begins to clean the spill he made with smooth wipes.

"Now that's the kind of mess I like," you joke, watching his delicate handling of your skin. He chuckles as he finishes, throwing the towel on the floor. Another sin to hang on the clothesline.

Arthur leans over to your side, lying next to you as you embrace him, settling your head over his chest. You hear his heartbeat return to its usual crawl underneath you as he soothes your stilling sweaty back.

"That was something else, Y/N."

You leap at your name and you turn your head to see his lashes looking down at you. "Yeah?"

"Really something."

"For me too," you finally say, forming a smile. "Thank you."

He rubs the thumb on your back more noticeably. "No. Thank you, angel." He places a soft kiss on your temple.

You wait for a moment before you're bold enough to ask. "Did you really think about me? Like that? These past few days?"

"Yeah." He pauses for a moment before he words his confession. "I- I haven't been with someone else… for a while now. Like we've been." It pains him to admit it. "I guess I'd forgotten what it was like until the other day."

You try to set him at ease with your own admission. "Out here, by myself. It gets lonely too."

Arthur's lips stretch shyly from your empathy before he places another chaste kiss on your forehead, relieved to find solace in you. He leaves his lips there as you two savor the closeness neither of you has had recently.

When Arthur is relaxed enough to feel the weight of sleep bearing down on him, he's careful to prop you on a pillow, thinking you feel the heaviness settling in too, reaching stealthily down for the quilt. He begins to cover you when he sees you're still very much awake.

You prop yourself up on a bent elbow. "At the farrier? Really?"

He sighs heavily as he realizes he still has plenty to put up with before he gets you to sleep.

A/N: Chapter 4 coming very very soon!

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan fanfiction #arthur morgan smut #goodmorgan

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ghostbsuter · 8 months ago

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"So," she drawls, handing over a chocolate bar. "What's a little guy like you doing here? Metas aren't supposed to.be here you know?"

Danny accepts the bribe and sits down next to her, she seemed to.be.going after Condiment King a lot more, hence them meeting and actually talking.

"Well, grandma," he drawls like her, grinning when she squawks at his comment. "You don't act much older than me, Missy. I'd say there is a good 1 or 2 years between us."

Spoiler looks at him with a glint he gladly ignores.

"I'm visiting. My sister works at Arkham and I needed some fresh air is all."

The vigilante snorts next to him. "Fresh air? Gotham? You're a lunatic." She shakes her head. "Also, arkham?" Now she whistling, Danny flushes with pride. "Yes arkham."

"Your sister is ballsy for that, I give it to you."

"She is very strong."

They leave it at that.

(Jazz doesn't mention the way spoiler seems to escort her home every other day or so, doesn't even look up the building to catch her eye. She simply walks home.)

—

After numerous meetings, does this one resemble the most to the one where family was brought up.

"You mentioned needing fresh air." Spoiler prods lightly, handing him a sandwich this time.

"Yeah," biting into the sandwich, Danny hesitates.

Did he trust her? Yes. Their little arrangement turned into hangouts afterwards the.whole fighting. It was nice.

He looks down to gotham. "I only found out recently that my parents aren't... good people. Needed to get away, you know?"

Her eyes follow his to the city, and she relaxes. "I do know, yeah."

Spoiler meets his eye and answers the questioning look. "My sperm donor used to be a pretty bad guy, hated him for what he did. Got justice now."

Her eyes crinkle in the way Danny knows she is smiling. "Became Spoiler, had a short run as Robin and Batgirl, became Spoiler again but with a supporting system."

He eats his sandwich silently, listening.

"All I'm saying is, it will get better."

Their eyes meet again.

"I hope it does."

—

(On his way home, Danny bumps into a blond girl. It ends with him nearly falling to his butt if she didn't catch him in time.

"Oh," he hears her. "I'm Stephanie, but call me Steph, yeah?" The blond- now steph- grins, holding out her hand once he wasn't in the danger of falling again.

He takes it.

"Danny Fenton.")

Stephanie had hit the jackpot. She had been heading back to base to get cleaned up after a fight with Condiment King, grumbling all the while. She stopped on a rooftop after some mayo from her hair had fallen into her face.

Suddenly, there was no mayo. All of the condiments that she was covered with were now on the rooftop around her feet. She didn't even see this kid approach. "Huh?" She said without thinking

"Sorry." The kid, who looked like adoption bait smiled sheepishly as he used the hand that had density shifted the food off of her to rub the back of his neck. "I thought you would like that stuff off of you."

Somehow she convinced him to help her with the aftermath of fighting messy villains in exchange for snacks, but in a move of petty revenge she refused to tell the other bats how she managed to get clean so fast and not smell like mustard for a week after.

This, of course, leads to the whole bat clan attempting to stalk her to figure out her secret.

#dpxdc #prompts #fanfiction prompts #danny phantom #danny fenton #stephine brown #spoiler #batgirl #steph is going to keep danny all to herself for as long as possible #and begins to uncover many of his secrets #now to my tags #dcxdp #fic prompt #Danny is like a Onion #Steph is shedding tears as she unpacks him all.im.saying #theyre besties ur honor #steph took it upon herself to be Dannys start of a better begining #just like how barbara was to her #and tim

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meloartist · 8 years ago

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Demons and Angles

A (late) Valentine’s Day twissy story.

1783 words, harmless fluff, with like one swear word and a bunch of math puns. Enjoy!

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Simulated sunlight streams in through the static-dusted window, to a simulated view of an outdoor garden, with simulated birds and ions and simulated sky. A lone plant stands valiantly in the windowsill, thoroughly deprived of life.

Well, simulated life. It’s made of a very good synthetic material.

“What is today, anyway?” Missy mumbles as she patters, barefoot, in through the kitchen doorway, plain mug in hand, rubbing sleep from her eyes. The Doctor sniffs, detects the bitter scent of the coffee she’s drinking from across the room.

“You are a Time Lord,” the Doctor answers, not looking up, pulls up his sleeves when he presses down on a pancake with the spatula. “Figure it out.”

Missy sticks out her tongue at him, blinks blearily at the light, which definitely had not flared brighter when she had stepped in the room. The TARDIS is above petty life-forms, and petty jealousy, and passive-aggressiveness.

Missy brushes her hair back behind her ear. “Well, yes,” she says. “But you presumably care about relative time, what with your little humans running about within it.” She yawns luxuriously, leaning on the door, takes a long sip as she watches him cook. The batter sizzles. “So. What day ‘s it?”

He has to wonder when she’d gotten the drink she’s holding. He hadn’t heard her come in (he’s fairly certain he would have heard the coffee machine, right?) and when he’d gotten up, she’d been curled up contentedly like a cat on the bed. Well, he’d woken up to being shoved off said bed.

He’s not sure if it was on purpose or not.

“Would you get some plates out? Thanks,” he says, trying to remember if there’s a second coffee machine. He doesn’t think there is, but then again, there’s that liquor cabinet in the console room that he had never known about.

“Mm.” She opens a cabinet, makes a motion of frisbeeing a plate to him. He flinches in alarm, and she tucks them under her arm. “Doctor,” she says. “Doc-toor.”

Regardless, he’s done with the pancakes, and he takes pride in how good they look. After all, he’s the only one who can cook properly without the help of a microwave or with the result of an inedible lump of…pulsating rock.

Yeah, that had been an interesting day.

The net result being, of course, Missy completely banned, by mutual agreement, from attempting to utilize most of the kitchenware. She was all too happy to agree, and while the Doctor suspected foul play as to getting out of the chore, he went along with it. Anyway, Missy liked to sleep in late when she was with him, and the Doctor liked seeing her with her hair down - a privilege lost if he missed her getting up.

“It’s - I don’t know. Tuesday.” Actually, of course he knows. Bill’s been reminding him. Constantly. Nagging him, asking if he had a special someone. He’d awkwardly grinned, told them ‘depends on the alignment of the stars’. Something suitably prophetic, mysterious, and vague enough to keep them off his tail. No, he doesn’t have a ‘special someone’ in the way they’re thinking. Not right now.

The Doctor grimaces for a moment, tries not to think about that.

‘A lot of people are special to me,’ he’d said, and Bill had made a face.

‘Not special like friends,’ they’d said. ‘Special like, partners. Wait, you’re looking sad again, sorry, did I -’

No, he doesn’t. Not right now. Not anymore.

Not by their standards, he hopes.

“Tuesday the what?” Missy asks shortly, persistent, and he knows what she’s after.

“2017,” the Doctor replies, to annoy her.

“Tuesday the 2017,” Missy muses, and he can sense her sarcasm prickling in response as she smirks. Sips her coffee, and the Doctor looks up. Her hair’s partially loose around her shoulders, like thread from an old favorite shirt, and there’s no lipstick mark around the edges of her cup like usual, no dark flick of eyeliner dangerously accenting her look. In fairness, even if she had put on her makeup, her casual t-shirt would have greatly neutralized its effect. Not quite awake, then, or ready for the day. That’s alright.

The Doctor likes to know that despite everything, Missy still wakes up with a tangled bedhead, and the Queen of Evil too gets nightmares. It’s a point of relation - something they share, and the Doctor keeps it in mind when she’s being insufferable, when she’s downright nasty, destructive and furious. That they’d started the day with a ridiculous argument over a logic puzzle. That she had once run her fingers through his hair as he’d curled up, trembling upon awaking from a nightmare. She had said barely anything - simply kept on reading, with the occasional offhand comment about the main character’s stupidity - but it was enough. That she had once laughed at a stupid joke he’d made.

“February,” he says, to continue their conversation. “Probably.”

Missy nods conspiratorially. “Hm. Now, that’s four possible days.” She steps closer, and the Doctor turns off the stove, reaches over to the tap. He douses his fingers in the cool running water, for just a moment, and then turns, flicks his hands in her direction. Missy makes a face, squeezing her eyes shut and sticking her tongue out, barely avoids sloshing her coffee. She wipes a water droplet from her nose, sets the plates down with a clink. The Doctor grins, leans over to her as she’s occupied, drops a kiss to the tip of her nose. Her eyes dart up instantly with an indignant glare, and he turns away to load a plate with pancakes on the counter. A few are charred in some places, but really, it’s an impressive accomplishment.

“Pancakes,” Missy says, as they sit. She drowns hers in maple syrup. Slurps her coffee. “Thank you.”

“Welcome,” he replies, digging in his pocket. He tosses her a small glass bottle labeled ‘confectioner’s sugar’, and she grins, shakes some onto her food.

“Bless,” she says, slides it back over the chatoyant wooden table. “You’ve thought of everything.” Gives him an odd look.

He takes a breath, sighs as he pockets the bottle again. “It’s the fourteenth,” he says to his plate.

She gasps sharply, melodramatically. “Oh,” she says, with relishing delight, like she’s surprised. “Is it?”

“By Bill’s time.”

“The little human holiday’s today, yes?”

“Something like that.”

“The originally Roman one, Lupercalia or some such. Rechristened St. Valentine’s Day by a Pope?” She bats her eyelashes innocently.

“Gelasius I.” The Doctor picks up his fork, suddenly discovers that the plate has really high gravity for his attention, for some reason.

“Well, then,” Missy replies. “Well.”

They eat in silence, the Doctor excruciatingly awkward, Missy basking in it.

“…Indeed,” he says after a while.

“Isn’t that sweet,” Missy remarks, though not unkindly.

“What are you waiting for? At any other occasion you’d jump me and practically tackle me to the floor.”

“Practically?” Missy raises an eyebrow. “Darling, I’m offended you would think I’d only go a portion of the effort to do so. Why, are you disappointed? I’m eating. Give me a moment.” She holds up her fork.

“I - no, I’m quite glad to stay upright, thanks,” the Doctor says, and she simply smirks again. God, she pulls off a fantastic smirk.

He slams his palm into the table - ”No!” he yelps. “God damn it - that was not an innuendo,” he says, buries his face in his hands for a second, groans and laughs at the same time. “Dammit, Missy, that wasn’t even - a teenager would barely register that as one.”

Missy laughs too, like a hyena, and the Doctor makes an effort to look stern. He thinks the eyebrows have helped.

“Oh, my dear Doctor,” she says, as it dies to a low chuckling, “I’m waiting for you to, I don’t know, say something nice?”

The Doctor looks up, calming down, gives her a half-smile then, suddenly soft and meaningful and flustered. “I already made you pancakes.”

“Pancakes are delicious, thanks.”

“…But,” he says, realizing she wants him to continue.

“But,” she repeats.

The Doctor thinks, finishes eating. He dabs at his mouth with a napkin, pushes the plate away, stands. Missy’s gaze locks on him, and he steps to her. She shoves her chair out so that she has a cautious route of potential escape, rises slightly from her seat, though seeming uneasy, ready to strike if he makes a wrong move. The Doctor reaches down, brushes her hair from her cheek. Her hand lifts to touch the side of his face, then her other, resting her fingertips on his cheeks.

“I love you like pi,” he says softly, in the most serious voice, into her ear. “Irrational, and never-ending.”

Missy takes a long second to process that, and the Doctor simply stays unmoving. Then, she bursts out in raucous peals of laughter, rises fully in an instant, throws her arms around him. He stumbles back with the force. “You’re an idiot,” she tells him, shaking with laughter, and the Doctor grins.

“If you were a triangle,” he says, going for five stars, “you’d be acute one.”

“I think this is a sine,” Missy replies. “That we’re going off on a tangent.”

The Doctor grimaces, shuts his eyes. “Oh dear. I’ve made a mistake.” There’s a brief silence as the laughter dies to contemplation. “I’ve got more,” he says.

“Oh, god. Do tell. My dear Doctor, that was abysmal.”

He shrugs, cups her face firmly. “Mathematics is your - well, let’s hope it doesn’t divide us.”

Missy cackles against him, and his hands drop to her waist, wrapping around her back. He lifts her off her feet and twirls a little. She yelps, grips his shoulders and neck tightly as the Doctor spins.

“Thanks,” she says against his neck when he slows to a stop, presses a kiss to his collar. “My dear.”

“You’re short,” he says. “Valentine.”

Missy considers for a moment, pops her lips. “Didn’t Valentine die?”

“Yeah, I think there were two or three.”

“They died.”

He nods in confirmation, thoughtful.

“Ah, well,” Missy says, reaches up to kiss him, then pauses at his lips a second before. “I hope that’s not symbolism or anything.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, lovers dying or something.”

“We’re not lovers,” he counters. “There’s not a problem.”

“Oh, you like to think that,” Missy replies, tilts her head to look at him, grinning lopsidedly as she pats him on the cheek. “Valentine.”

“We’re not,” he protests, and kisses her anyway.

There’s a pause and the rustling of fabric, and Missy takes a breath, blows it out through her cheeks. She tilts her head thoughtfully.

“Valensine.”

“Fuck off, Missy.”

#missy #twissy #12 #doctor who #fanfics #this is posted from mobile sorry there's no cut #also: soft!missy is????? i'm?????#//slams fist on table// this woman would literally crush me under her pinky finger #why am i like this #valentine's day #also...angles.... like....theta.........#🙄#also the sugar thing...looking at you max...#who just #carries around sugar #what tf #to follow this up: missy got him chocolate #that she bought #with his money

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raedear · 2 years ago

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Found this in my wips folder and I... have no memory of this place. Enjoy?

'Miss... Mr? Al-Catsani Al-Kaysani?' the broad-shouldered man at the reception desk puzzles his way through Joe's cat's name, and not for the first time Joe kicks himself for putting her real name on the form, and not one of the dozens of nicknames he calls her every day.

'That's us,' he picks up little miss's carrier as he stands, hustling towards the exam room. 'just Missy is fine.'

The receptionist smiles at him, and gestures him into the room. To Joe's surprise, he follows him in and shuts the door behind him.

'My name is Nicky, your usual vet is pregnant and isn't working with cats at the moment, but I assure you I'll take great care of Missy.' Nicky ducks slightly to smile into the carrier at Missy. It would be cute, but Joe can't focus on that right now. 'What seems to be the trouble?'

Joe opens the carrier, carefully lifting out a yowling Missy.

'She got on the table at my nephew's birthday party and ate half his cake before anyone spotted her.'

'Was it chocolate?' asks Nicky, gently prodding at Missy. Missy tilts her head up for kisses.

'No, just sponge.' Joe can feel his heart breaking, she has to be okay. Nicky smiles at Missy, and scratches under her chin.

'Your tummy is going to hurt tonight, piccolina,' he says to her, before looking back up at Joe. 'but no more than that. She'll be fine, you're just not going to have a very nice time with her litter box I'm afraid.'

Joe collapses into the desk chair by the computer in the corner, relief weakening his knees.

'You, little miss,' he intones, pointing at his unrepentant cat, who's still shamelessly demanding kisses from Nicky, 'are in so much trouble. No dreamies for a week.'

'I'm sure she's learned her lesson,' laughs Nicky, scooping Missy up and carrying her over to the scales. She flops over his arm like a scarf, flicking her tail lazily. 'but you're right, no treats till her tummy feels better.'

'No more stressing out your papa, piccolina,' Nicky says to Missy as he sits her on the scale, clicking his fingers above her head to keep her in place. 'He loves you very much, you should be nicer to him.'

Now that the imminent terror has passed, Joe can appreciate a beautiful man talking sweetly to his cat.

Nicky looks up at him, and winks as he picks up Missy again. Joe tries very hard not to blush, and feels himself fail at it.

'Maybe if I'm lucky,' says Nicky to Missy, 'I'll get to hear the story of your name at some point. I'm sure it's worth hearing. Maybe if I go to the café on the corner tomorrow at 6, I'll hear it there.'

Missy licks his nose before he puts her back in her carrier faster and with more grace than Joe has managed in her entire life. Nicky picks it up and hands it to Joe with another wink.

'No charge for a check up today,' he says, smiling, 'but if you're worried come back and we'll run some tests.'

'Thank you,' says Joe, slowly, accepting Missy's carrier. Now that she's not getting kisses, she's yowling again. 'The cafe on the corner is nice, I like their baklava.'

Nicky smiles at him, bright and crooked.

#the old guard #nicky would be a great vet and you can't tell me otherwise

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proserpina-magnus · 3 years ago

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Yay your requests are open! 😄 Could you pleeeease write a Dom poly!marauders (no Peter) x sub!reader, where it’s a new-ish relationship between the 4 and the reader breaks her first rule, leading to her first punishment and they can all see she’s nervous so they are soft!doms during (you can decide the rule she breaks and the punishment🙊) and the aftercare they give her 🥺

Yes absolutely, it’s kinda rough and I didn’t realize how lengthy it was! This is actually not that good and the aftercare could be better but I hope you like it!

First Punishment’s (R.L, J.P, S.B)

Reader: fem (she/her)

Word count: 2.6

Warning: swearing, rule breaking, spanking, bratty reader (sorta), d/s (sorta heavy?) Remus is the main dom, safe words are definitely in place, lots of aftercare and praises, reader becomes a cry baby super fast, soft doms, Sirius actually doesn’t show up that much and that sucks :(

p.s: my bad spelling also plays a role in this!

There were only a few solid rules the Marauders had set for you, no back talk, no touching yourself sexually without permission, and always thank them when they give you something. They had a few smaller rules specifically for themselves, such a James saying you can’t cuss while Sirius allows it. Remus has to approve your outfit before going out to hogsmeade. Sirius, surprisingly, doesn’t have many rules other than the main ones.

It must have been a bad day or you just felt bratty, because you had been tempting their rules all day. You had gone out to hogsmeade with your dorm mates, not checking with Remus about your outfit. When you returned, a bag full of honey duke treats, you got stopped by Remus in the hallway. He shoo’d your dormmates away, an eyebrow raised with his hands crossed over his chest.

You shrunk slightly, fiddling with the edge of your rather small skirt that Sirius had gifted to you just days ago.

“Bun, did you forget to do something?” He asked and you nodded. Yet you and Remus both knew you had done it on purpose.

“What did you forget?”

“To check with you,” you mumbled, distracting yourself with flattening the fabric of James jumper you had stolen.

“To check with me about what?”

“M’outfit,” you whispered and you caught Remus's stern look and spoke up. “M’outfit sir,”

“mmh,” was all he said, giving you an opportunity to apologize to him properly. You dug through your bag, taking out a chocolate bar you had gotten him.

“But I went to get you guys sweets!” You excused yourself, pushing the chocolate in Remus's hand. Remus shook his head, taking the chocolate. “Alright, I’ll let you off this time. But no matter what your excuse is, it doesn't mean you can go around flaunting your ass to Hogsmeade, understand?”

“I’m not flaunting my ass!” You exhaled quickly, pushing down your skirt as you began to get offended. Remus raised his eyebrow, “I’m sorry?” And you grew quiet. Real quiet.

“Hey lovely,” you heard James call from behind you, you had turned around to see him race down the hall and swing an arm around your waist, a big smile on his face.

“What’s the issue?” James got the tension and Remus motioned for you to explain yourself.

“Went to hogsmeade without checking my outfit with Remus,” you whispered rudely, James raised an eyebrow as he didn’t quite catch it.

“Hm? Speak up poppet,” he said, and you sighed and said it again louder this time.

“Oh let her off this one time Remus, she must have forgotten,” James defended you, rubbing your back so you knew he was on your side.

“I was,” Remus started, irking slightly as he recalled how you talked back. “But instead she told me off for my offer,”

James grew confused, looking down at you. “Love, that’s not true is it?” He asked, pinching your cheek and you pushed his hand away. You thought he was on your side.

“Remus said I was flaunting my ass! I wasn’t! And even if I was, what's the problem with that? I’ll flaunt my ass whenever I want!” You huffed, another small rule broke at your words. Remus rolled his tongue over his teeth, James folding his arms over his chest. Oh dear lord, you were in for it now if you kept going.

“This isn’t far, it’s 2 against one,” you pointed out as you now realized James wasn’t on your side. You copied them, crossing your arms over your chest.

“It wouldn’t have been 2 against one if you didn’t break a rule,” Remus reminded you, you grew frustrated.

“Well I don’t like your stupid rules,” you stated, now you began to get worried. Why did you keep talking, it wasn’t too late for you to apologize and say you were sorry.

“Up to our dorm,” James said roughly and grasped your elbow, you shook him off and stepped back. “No I don’t wanna,” you said and they both let out a laugh.

“Come on, we’re not asking again,” Remus said, you felt your nerves jitter. You’ve never been punished before and the worry began to build quickly.

“No,” you said, shaking your head as you took another step back. Your back hit a person and you cursed yourself. Without turning around, you knew it was Sirius. But hopefully, you prayed he was on your side. Sirius must have read your thoughts, because he quickly said a “they’re right bun, you know if you break a rule you get punished,”

You frowned, huffing out as you realized there wasn’t a chance to escape now. “Fine,” you muttered, pulling away from Sirius as you began to walk down the hall to the portrait. They followed behind, Remus shaking his head.

You stopped at the portrait, arms still crossed over your chest as they said the password and led you upstairs to their dorm. With the thud of the door being closed, you felt the need for a meltdown.

They hadn't discussed what kind of punishment went with each rule, they hadn’t thought they wouldn't need to punish their good girl. James had insisted you would never break a rule, but apparently he was wrong.

They picked up that you were worried, but they couldn’t just let it slide, you’d think that breaking rules was okay and that you could get away with it.

You walked over and set your bag down on James' dresser, sitting down on his bed, hands still folded over your chest.

“Okay, cool off,” James said and walked over to you. “I want you to know we aren’t punishing you while mad, that’s not how this is going to work,” he stated, and Remus nodded.

“We honestly hadn’t planned out a punishment, we thought you would be good,” Sirius said, that hurt. “I am good!” You replied, upset at the fact they didn’t think you were good.

“Hey, you’re not on thin ice anymore missy, I’d watch what you say if I were you,” Remus snapped and you went quiet with a frown.

“We know you’re a good girl,” James soothed over, giving a glare to Sirius. “That’s not what he meant,”

You began to open your mouth for a snappy comment, maybe even going as far as to call James dumb, but you closed your mouth and stayed silent. “Okay,” you nodded, “I understand,”

“You know why we have to punish you?” Sirius asked, and you nodded. “Say it, we want to know that you know what you did was wrong,”

“I broke a rule, well two rules,”

“Two rules?” Sirius questioned, he had missed the start of the backlash. “She went out to Hogsmeade without my permission for her outfit,” Remus cleared up.

“technically she actually broke three,” James said, your eyes opened as you looked over at him. How could he? You felt the need to cry, they seemed really upset. Who knew you would hate them being upset at you so much?

“Three?” You questioned in pure confusion.

“You cussed, you know I don’t like that,” James explained with a hand on your thigh, you nodded in defeat. “It’s alright, bun,” he kissed your cheek.

“James, don’t encourage that she can break your rules,” Remus advised and your shoulder slumped at the fact this wasn’t a time for you to get praises.

“Alright, let’s discuss punishments, she’s scared I don’t like that,” Sirius said and sat opposite of you, Remus took a seat on the chair by James dresser.

“You want us to list some?” James asked, “we won’t do anything without your permission,” he explained and rubbed your knee, you sighed but was a bit confused.

“You can use your safe word any time you feel unsafe, even during punishments. We never want you to be scared of us, okay?” Remus said, rubbing your cheek and you nodded. You leaned your face in his palm, you wanted to soak up all the affection before your punishment.

“We need clarification, you understand bun,” Sirius said, you opened your eyes when Remus pulled his hand away. “I understand, I can use my safe word whenever I need to, even during punishments,” you nodded along, slowly the nerves began to settle.

“Good girl,” James praised, “don’t think we’re going to praise you during punishments either, but since it’s your first time we’ll be more understanding,” Remus explained and you nodded.

“Alright, what about spanking? Not letting her cum for a certain amount of time? Degrading?” Sirius rushed out the ones off the type of his head, your stomach flipped at the word spanking.

They discussed punishments in front of you for a few minutes, some making you worry and others you nodded along like you’d enjoy it. You didn’t know why, but hearing them talk like you weren’t even there was making you feel dizzy.

“What about a simple time out? I don’t want to go all out for her first punishment, I don’t want her to be scared,” James said, rubbing your back gently.

“Let’s make her pick, that way she has control over the first punishment,” Remus said, looking away from Sirius as he kept his eyes on you. “We’ll let you pick this time, but don’t think you’ll get to pick the next time you break a rule,” he explained and you nodded.

“No punishment,” you choose and Sirius laughed, kissing your forehead. “That’s not how it works bunny,” he began and you sighed. You thought for another minute, spanking couldn’t be bad could it?

“I guess spanking,” you nodded, Remus nodded but James wasn’t so sure. “I don’t know, I still think we should give her a time out, maybe even not let her speak for a day or so,” James said, Sirius didn’t agree.

“She wants to be spanked, we’ll spank ‘er,” Sirius said, patting your thigh.

“The whole point of a punishment is that we don’t do what she wants, it’s not a punishment if she likes it,” James explained, you began to worry again.

“I don’t wanna do something scary,” you say, you thought about the discussion of the things you definitely didn’t want to do at the first of your relationship. Were they going to do something that was past your boundary? At the thought alone, you began to sob.

“James look what you did, you’re scaring her,” Sirius rolled his eyes as he took you in his arms, shushing you gently as he rubbed your back.

“M’don’t wanna do things past my boundary,” you sobbed, they all softened at the miscommunication. “Oh no poppet, we would never go past your boundary, that’s not what a punishment is,” James sighed, you sniffled and pulled back, wiping your eyes. “No?”

“Of course not,” Remus clarified, “like we said, safe words can be used during any moment you feel unsafe, do you need to use it now? We can postpone the punishment until you’re ready,”

You shook your head, “no, the faster the punishment is over the faster I can be your good girl again,” you whispered.

“That’s right, just focus on that huh? We’ll be so proud of you for taking the punishment like a good girl,” Sirius said, looking over at James and Remus. They all agreed and you wiped your cheeks.

“Okay but how many spanks? And how hard?” You asked, they all thought for a moment, james and Sirius looking over at Remus for the final answer.

“20 or so? That seems fair,” Remus states and the latter agree, you felt confident with being able to handle 20. “But how hard?” You asked, James stood you up and you felt a hard smack against your ass. You yelped, hand going over to rub the now red skin.

“Does that count as one?” You question, Remus was about to say no but Sirius caught him off. “Might as well,” he states, “who’s giving the punishment? Cant be me cause I’ll enjoy it too much,”

“I want James,” you say, but James shakes his head. “You upset Remus' earlier love, I’ll give you 10 and Remus will give you the other,” he says, looking over at Remus to see if he agrees. The taller boy nodded.

After a few minutes of questioning, you had situated yourself on James lap. Sirius laid on his bed, clear view of your now exposed ass (James had previously risen your skirt and pushed down your panties). You took a deep breath, Remus explaining once again that you could use your safe word whenever you needed.

With the first official smack, you sucked in a breath. There was a certain excitement about it, even the boys felt their heart race as James abused your soft flesh with a couple more smacks. Your skin red on both cheeks, James even went as far as to hitting the low of your thigh.

After the tenth smack, you had begun to let tears slip past your waterline. Sniffling as you sat up and moved to sit in Remus' lap. Once sprawled out, you whispered a small choked out “okay” for Remus to continue where James left off.

Remus’s spanks we’re harder than James, by the fourth you had become a whimpering mess. Your apologies for misbehaving leaked out every smack, it was like dominos. Your skin felt raw to the touch, the spanks stung.

Remus applied the last smack quickly, Sirius sitting up as James fell to his knee beside the bed, stroking your hair. “You did such a good job, poppet, made us so proud,” James whispered as Sirius passed Remus some cream.

Your face deep in the sheets, sobs admitting loudly as you feel the cool cream get rubbed into your hot skin. Sirius rubbed your leg, Remus finished and flipped your skirt down to hide your reddened ass.

“Look at that, you took your first punishment so good,” Sirius said, Remus helped you sit up as you wrapped your arms around his collar.

“M’so so sorry, never break a rule again,” you sobbed, vowing to never receive another punishment. Even though they knew a punishment was necessary, they felt their hearts stop at the sound of your cry.

“Oh baby, shh. Let’s get you some candy from your bag,” Sirius says, grabbing the honey duke's bag as he rummages through it. Remus guides you away from his neck, sitting you down in his lap. You hissed, the contact not feeling good on your abused behind.

James had opened a water bottle for you, pushing in a straw and holding it for you to drink. You nodded your thanks and shakily took it, sipping it graciously. Your eyes were puffy and red, James wiped your face with a tissue, cleaning your mascara from your cheeks.

Sirius had opened a pack of peppermint patties for you, you chewed on it gently and leaned against Remus’s back. After they got you calmed down, the praises had been never ending.

“Look at you, took your first punishment so well,”

“Good girl, best sub we will ever have, hm?”

“Took the spanks so well didn’t she, prongs?”

“She’s such a good girl, don’t you think moony?”

You felt dizzy at their compliments, nodding as they all came tumbling in at once. Sirius had begun brushing your hair, James kissing your cheeks to make you laugh.

“So proud of you poppet,” James whispered in your ear, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he picked you up.

“Let’s go run you a bath and soothe your skin hm? Then will bring you dinner and you can rest with us tonight,” James said, stepping into the bathroom.

“Okay, I’d like that,” you nod tiredly, resting your head on James' chest. Maybe being bratty wasn’t so bad.

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countrymusiclover · 2 years ago

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22 - Missy was right about Babysitting

Part 23

Texas Romance

Tags - @tyrionsprincess30 @bvbwestfall

"Y/n, please. I'm beggin' ya. Don't leave me alone with the baby." Georgie begged almost on his knees as I pulled on a jacket tying my shoes. Rolling my eyes I eyed my husband while our little girl is asleep in the crib near the bed. I had promised Missy that we would hang out with Veronica today. "Georgie, it's only for a few hours. And I promised your sister. I'm not breaking a promise." Walking through the house Sheldon was busy doing homework. Foosteps ran down the hallway with my best friend jumping onto my back. "We're going to see Veronica. Thank you, thank you!" Missy cheers when I stumbled almost falling onto the floor. The doctors had checked me out the other day saying I still needed to take it easy. "Missy calm down. I'm excited to see her too. Now get off my back." She climbed down glancing to her brother.

Georgie has the same look on his face when she came home with throw up on her shirt. Complaining about never babysitting ever again loudly. Grabbing the car keys I followed Missy to the front door calling over my shoulder. "You'll be fine, darlin'." Closing the door we drove to the ice cream shop seeing Veronica waiting with a table already picked out. Shutting the truck door I immediately hugged her and Missy nearly tackled her to the ground. The three of us sat down getting different types of ice cream. Missy got chocolate, I got peanut butter and Veronica got vanilla. Eating my ice cream Veronica broke the silence seeing the ring on my other hand. "Woah girl. Who tied you down right out of school?" I blushed remembering that I hadn't told her everything. She isn't one to snooping anymore like she used too.

"Georgie. He got her pregnant." Missy just spoke with her mouth full of chocolate ice cream. My cheeks immediately turned red like a tomato. Veronica made an o shape with her mouth her gaze moving between me and Missy. Running a hand through my hair Veronica put her spoon back in her ice cream. "I wouldn't have expected that from you. So...I guess that means he's off the market?" Knitting my eyebrows together I take a few more bites letting awkward silence fall. I knew that he had passed relationships but it was rumored she wasn't interested in him. Until now apparently when I say he's married to me and is the father of my child. Then she acts all interested in him all the sudden. I only hope Georgie I'd having an easier time then me.

Georgie's POV

"Sheldon, make her stop ripping the couch up. Mom's gonna kill me!" I shouted while he was just frozen in his place. Aurora had woken up from her nap immediately throwing a destructive terror moment. I tried feeding her and changing her diaper but she still wouldn't stop crying. I try pulling her off the couch but she gripped it in her tiny hands holding on for dear life. "This is why I will never babysit!" Sheldon screamed over her wailing. I was afraid something like this would happen. Her screaming wasn't the only problem. She refused to eat the formula and decided to fling it all across the kitchen. Jerking my head towards my younger brother I glared at him needing his help while our parents were out with Meemaw for dinner tonight.

"Sheldon do something. Like uh - clean the kitchen and under no circumstance are you allowed to call mom or Y/n!" He started to argue back until I managed to yank her off the couch. I gasped doing a barrel roll into the coffee table. Shaking my head I feel myself a little dizzy but hear Aurora just started clapping her hands with a odd little laugh. Sheldon ran into the kitchen trying to clean up the food splatters before I heard the backdoor opened. Missy walked in yelling through the house until she noticed the mess we'd made. "Georgie, Y/n knows about Veronica - woah you made a baby tornado." Getting to my feet Aurora starts pulling on my hair when I finally saw my wife walk inside slamming the door closed. She didn't really look around at the mess our daughter had made. But a I could see was tears in her eyes.

"Darlin' I know this looks bad but let me explain-" She stomped up slapping me across the face suddenly. "Veronica said you tried to give her expensive jewelry once but she turned you down. It that why you asked me to marry you so you could prove her wrong!" Blinking my eyes I really had no idea what she was talking about. Y/n takes Aurora from my arms and the infant curled up I'm her mother's chest where she walks away from me. "Y/n, hold up. I'm not seeing anyone else anymore." But she didn't let me finish slamming Missy's bedroom door. Sheldon pipes his head up replying. "It's probably just the hormones still." Missy hit him in the arm crossing her arms over her chest glaring at me. "No brain boy. It means Y/n thinks he's cheating on her." Running a hand through my hair I flopped back on the couch trying to figure out how I could fix this mess.

This is my attempt to make Veronica come between the two

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letarasstuff · 3 years ago

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Doesn't she love me anymore?

(A/N): This was requested by an anon, I hope you like it as much as I do!

Summary: Spencer's daughter starts to question why her mother left the small family early on

Warnings: Mentions/undertones of bullying, an absent parent and descreptions of the concequences for the child, So. Much. Angsty. Feelings.

Wordcount: 2.5k

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“Daddy?” Spencer turns around from the frying pan to look at his daughter. Against common belief, he is quite the cook. But this only started when he became a father, after he realized a child won’t be able to live off of a diet consisting of coffee and anxiety, just like he did at the time. “Yes, Sweetheart?”

She looks down to the piece of paper on the kitchen counter in front of her. “Why did Mommy leave us?”

The spatula falls to the ground. It’s a question the father did not expect on a Tuesday morning before school. “It’s because of me, isn’t it? She saw me the first time and didn’t want me anymore. It’s my fault Mommy left us, left you, just like Linda said.” Tears begin to stream down her face.

“No no no”, her father is quick to turn off the heat and walks around the island to hug his daughter. “None of this is your fault. I don’t know what this Linda said, but it is not true. Your mother had her own reasons to stay out of our lives, but it has nothing to do with you.”

This doesn’t calm her down. “What are her reasons? Why did she leave us? Why did leave me?” Frantically she tries to keep her sobs down in order to speak. Spencer never has seen her this upset.

“Sweetheart, are you sure you are in the right state to talk about it now? Why don’t we calm down and get something for breakfast on our way to school and talk about it after I pick you up this afternoon?” He suggests, hoping the thought of a cup of hot chocolate from their favorite bakery would help her.

(Y/N) looks up at him with bloodshot and glassy eyes. Snot runs down from her nose. Spencer is quick to get her a tissue and make her blow into it, cringing internally about all those germs. “Do you promise to tell me more after school?” Big eyes look up at him and the father hurts. It hurts him, because there are so many things in her future that will break her and all that because of her mother. He can’t shield her from all of it, as much as he wants to he isn’t able. Because there always will be people, people like this Linda, who will make the girl conscious of her absent mother.

“I promise”, he tells her and holds his little finger out for her. (Y/N) smiles while linking hers with his, knowing her father will keep this promise just like any other of his. “Good, and now pack up we got a bakery to visit!” Quickly the girl grabs the piece of paper in front of her only to shove it into her backpack.

A little later she sits at her desk and looks at her teacher expectantly, just like her fellow classmates. “Ok children, today we won’t work further on our addition and subtraction worksheets-” The teacher’s sentence is cut short by the eruption of cheerful shouts. Just (Y/N) looks at the multiplication sheet in front of her.

The teacher is quick to quiet the class again. “Instead we will continue our work on the mother’s card you started doing yesterday. Linda was so kind to tell me that you don’t have the chance to finish them at home, because your moms are there. That is why you do it here and your worksheets at home.”

With a frown on her face (Y/N) pulls out the blank piece of paper that made her feel bad ever since her teacher handed it out to her yesterday. While everybody around her chatters happily with other classmates, she just stares at the paper. It is a reminder of something she doesn’t have, something she lacks and will never get: A real mother. A hug from her mother. Not even the motherly reassurance one gets after a nightmare. Nothing.

“Hey orphan. Ya realizing your mom doesn’t love you and that’s why she left you?” Linda, someone (Y/N) later learns to call a Mean Girl, struts up to the younger one’s desk. A sigh leaves her lips before answering. “You do know for an orphan I need to have neither a mommy nor a daddy. And I do for a fact have a dad, a loving one actually.”

A more light than hard slap on the back of her head makes the girl’s body jolt. “I don’t care, but I know that your mom hates you enough just after looking at you to know she doesn’t want anything to do with you.” After that Linda goes back to her table, leaving (Y/N) feeling more miserable than before.

Some starring on the paper later her teacher passes her table. “Is there something you want to talk about, Sweetheart? You seem very sad.” That is an obvious fact. Finally the girl is able to lift her gaze. “Miss Ramirez, I don’t know what to do.” This is probably the first time ever she said this sentence in school.

“Mother’s day is in a few days, Sweetie, and this is why we all make these cards. It’s a thank you to your mom and a way to show her how much you love her. You love your mom, don’t you?” The shake of her head shocks the teacher. Immediately an alarming signal rings through her head, because this is a red flag. “Why? Did she do something?”

“Miss Ramirez, I don’t have a mommy. She- she left Daddy and me.” Tears fill (Y/N)’s eyes. Her teacher is quick to hug and sush her. “Oh Sweetie, this is not a bad thing. I’m sure your mom loves you very much, even if she is not there with you. Do you wanna go out for a bit to calm down?” Meanwhile she connects the obvious signs of a single dad in her mind. Missed parent teacher conferences, unnecessary hovering over the child and the tendency to be categorized as a helicopter parent. Yes, Dr. Reid ticks all of those boxes.

It’s the second time of the day that an adult asked (Y/N) to calm down, and frankly it doesn’t really help with the situation at hand. “Can I do my homework outside? It’s too loud in here”, she asks between sniffles. Both of them know that the class’ volume is not the real reason for the request. “Of course, Sweetheart. If you need something, just come in and ask me. Alright?” (Y/N) nods and gets her multiplication sheet and a pencil before leaving the classroom.

At the end of the school day, Spencer is there to pick up his daughter. For days like these, where are no cases, Hotch gave him a free pass on (Y/N)’s very first day at school to leave the office earlier to be able to pick her up himself. As a father and someone who works the same high demanding job as him, he knows that little things like these are often the most important. And even if there were a case today, Spencer would have stayed back. He promised his daughter the truth and this is what he is going to tell her.

“Hey Dr. Reid. Do you have a moment?” Her teacher greets him at the classroom door. Concerned about his child’s wellbeing he nods and follows her back out of the room. “I gave the children the assignment of creating a card for their mothers, because mother’s day is rolling around. Today (Y/N) told me her mother left you, is that right?” This is the moment Spencer connects the dots. This is the kick off that made her question her mother’s motives about leaving all of the sudden.

The young doctor clears his throat. “Uhm yes, that is right. Actually, I’m going to talk to her about it right after school on her demand.” Miss Ramirez nods with an understanding nod. “Thank you for your honesty, Dr. Reid. I also want to warn you, in two days we will hold a celebration in honor of mother’s day with the kids’ mothers. You are invited as a father, because this is a special situation. But I also give (Y/N) a free pass for this event. It can be very traumatic for her.”

The dad thanks her, but his thoughts are somewhere else. He is mad. He is mad for his daughter, because she will always be the one with a “special situation”. The odd one, because yeah, it isn’t uncommon for fathers to leave (which isn’t anything less sad and traumatic), but an absent mother hits differently.

But Spencer is also hurt. Hurt, because for her young age, there is already the word “traumatic” thrown around. No, it isn’t enough that her dad works a job with the risk of him not coming home from a case again, or being the target of an enemy. No, she also has to go through the experience of missing a parent, never knowing how her life would be if it wasn’t for someone like her mother.

Even with Spencer trying to fill that role, there will be a time where (Y/N) will ask herself all of the “what ifs”. He can’t stop it from happening, and that is his biggest pain right there. Because he can’t shield her from her own thoughts. At the age of six she already is a bright, brilliant and talented mind. Now in a few years or maybe just months, she will start to think about her mother being the root of her pain, bad experiences and hurt. Her thoughts will lead to a downward spiral of how a person can do something like her mother, who acted like that with the knowledge of which consequences will follow. And Spencer can’t stop this from happening.

“Daddy!” A small thud comes from (Y/N) colliding with his leg. Just by the way she squeezes it he knows that she hasn’t had a good day at school. “Hey Baby. Do you want to go to the office for a bit? I think your Auntie Penelope told me something about a new science set she got for you. Or do you want to go straight home?” Spencer asks after lifting her into his arms. Immediately she hides her face into the crook of his neck. “Home”, she murmurs. Home it is then.

“Aaaaaand here comes the little missy’s hot chocolate!” The father says in a funny voice while carefully putting the cup into his daughter’s hands. She sits covered in a blanket on the sofa, looking expectantly at her father.

Spencer sighs at the lack of reaction. “Are you sure you want to hear it?” (Y/N) nods adamantly. “Ok, but I got to go a bit back for this story

“It was about eight years ago, I worked on a case with your Aunties and Uncles back then. I was the one who had to get the last round of coffee for the night at a small 24/7 diner. As I walked in I thought I died, because I was sure an angel stood right in front of me. Well not-” “Is that Mommy?!” (Y/N) cuts him off excitedly. Spencer smiles slightly. “You need to listen to the story!” The girl shifts in her seat. “Right, sorry.”

As I was saying: well in front, because she sat at the bar waiting for her order. I nervously ordered the coffees and had to begin three times, because I kept messing up, mesmerized by her sole atmosphere. As the waiter went to put the coffee pot on, the woman turned towards me and introduced herself. After that she asked me what I was doing late at night in a small town like that and we somehow forgot everything around us by just talking. After that we stayed in touch. Six months later we became a couple, she moved to DC in order for me to still be able to do my job here.

“Two years later your Mom got pregnant with you, and it was quite a surprise to us. But we felt ready at that time and so she moved in with me and we had you. The first few months were great, we couldn’t be happier. BUt then you continuously became ill. At first just a cold, then the pocks and so on. I think it was the third night in a row where you held us up all night. I took a year off from work to care for you with your Mom. I carried you through our apartment the whole night, giving you a bottle, singing, reading, doing anything.

“Then I saw her standing in the doorway. Even though there was baby vomit on her sweatpants and I had never seen her eye bags being this dark, she was the most beautiful woman to me. I approached her with a smile, but her frown only deepened. I thought it was because she worried about you and your health. Instead she told me she can’t do it. She can’t be a mother, that she wasn’t cut for this job.” Her exact words still resonate in Spencer’s ears to this day. He knows exactly what she said, word for word, and they never stopped to sting any less.

“So Mommy left us because I was too much trouble?” (Y/N)’s voice sounds even sadder than before. “No, it never was because of you. She knew exactly what it meant to have a child. Your mother knew what kind of work it takes and what the future brought. You have absolutely nothing to do with it. Some people are just not made to be parents and it’s better when they realize it themselves and leave the situation.”

(Y/N) nods, her mind running wild. All of that makes plenty of sense but at the same time not. “Sweetheart, that doesn’t change the fact that I love you and I will never leave you. You are my everything and I’m so happy to be a dad to such a wonderful little girl like you. I want you to remember that your Mom may not be here with us, but she still loves you. And I’m here for you, for anything you need, want or don’t want. Do you understand me?”

She nods again and curls up into her father’s lap. “Can we watch something?” She asks after a bit of silence, where both of them indulged their own thoughts. Quickly the TV turned on and some kids movie plays. The rest of the day the small family spends all the time cuddled on the couch, because at the moment they need to feel the other there with them.

The next two days Spencer calls (Y/N) in sick at school and himself at work, because together they fly to Vegas. Just because her own mother wasn’t ready for the job, doesn’t mean they can’t appreciate the work her grandmother did as a mother. That and you never know how much time you have left with the people who are dear to you.

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erodasfishtacos · 4 years ago

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When Y/N is getting tired of staying at home with the baby while Harry tours.

word count: 5k

contains: sexual content, language, a dash of angst

It was still early but Harry didn’t mind. When he was on tour he craved sleep like no other. To be in his bed, spooned around his love, and no alarm set.

However, the deep desire for sleep is just a faraway thought now because he’d rather be sleep deprived and wake up to his curly-haired baby any given day.

He looks to you. Mouth slightly open, face stress-free, and peaceful. Harry hated coming home from tour to see the bags of exhaustion under your eyes from taking care of the baby all by yourself.

He constantly had to swallow back guilt. He tried to do everything to make it up when he was home.

Harry didn’t find touring as exciting and fun as he use to. He sometimes counts down the tour dates until he’s home.

Sometime he can’t wait for the concert to wrap up so he can sneak in a quick FaceTime before you lot head off to bed.

Sasha was two, her birthday near days away, and Y/N had been running around like a mad-woman trying to make sure her party would be perfect.

Y\N sometimes held herself to the exceptions of other celebrities wives. Ballon arches, custom cookies, and beautiful decorations.

However, unlike other celebrities, you did this all yourself. No event planner, nobody except Anne and Gemma.

Harry wants you to sleep as much as possible and allow you the luxury he gets on tour. Sleeping in until noon sometimes in the empty, cold hotel room with nothing else to do.

He can hear Sasha babbling incessantly from her little bed. The little yellow railings preventing her from falling out or escaping.

Harry heaves himself off the bed, tugging on some sweatpants that had been thrown off hurriedly when you’d told him you’d been wet for him since he walked in the door last night.

“Hi, hi little love,” Harry murmurs as he opens the door to her bedroom. The yellow flowers hand-painted from the wall setting the theme for the room.

Sasha was a good baby and an ever better toddler. However, almost as a little teenager, she sure did have her mood swings. They weren’t quite out of the terrible twos stage yet.

She wanted her mom as she stood there.

“No, mummy,” Sasha whines, tugging on Harry’s cross necklace with force after he scooped her up.

“Hey, we don’t do that. Remember we treat people with kindness.”

After a promise of chocolate chips in her pancakes, she agrees to help Harry cook you breakfast.

It was messy and his bare chest was covered in flour. Not quite sure how the little girl had gotten it into her curls but they were managing.

Harry loved watching Sasha play with the cooking utensil. Smacking whisk around, looking quizzically at a spatula.

It made Harry want to buy her a little play kitchen. He was surprised they didn’t already have one. He thinks they might have on in their New York City apartment that they haven’t traveled to recently.

He makes a point while Sasha is chewing at the pancakes to search to find one. He finds a same-day pickup at a local toy store and orders it.

That’s one thing he loved about making so much money. He could spoil you and the baby, his family with everything and anything they want or need.

Y/N always struggled with accepting gifts from Harry but as they years went on and they got married and combined bank accounts. (well she brought a hefty three thousand to the marriage, he graciously gave her full-access to his money).

A few weeks after your wedding, when you went to an ATM to get twenty pounds out for a cash-only restaurant and when the receipt said you two had six-hundred thousand and some change in just one of your CHECKING account - well you nearly almost fainted.

You had been worried about the three pound service fee before seeing that.

Harry could sometimes get ahead of himself. He’s had disposable money since he was sixteen. Y/N would sometimes hum, asking if he really needs a fifteen-thousand dollar wool Gucci coat.

Y/N would make it a point that she doesn’t want Sasha to grow to be materialistic and spoiled. So Harry was scolded every once in a while when he gave into Sasha’s puppy dog eyes.

Maybe not the best decision but he planned to set it up when you were out for lunch this afternoon with a friend. Hopefully, you wouldn’t notice? If he strategically put it in the playroom.

“Mmm, what’s all this?” You murmur, tying your silk robe at the front. Just enough cleavage showing that Harry feels a twitch in his joggers. Sue him, basically everything his wife did turned him on.

“Pancakes, mummy!” Sasha giggles, syrup coating her cheeks and fingers. “Kissy?” Her dad had taught her that.

“Yes baby,” you agree, leaning in to press a kiss to her soft curls, avoiding her sticky mess.

“Kissy?”

You look up to your pouting husband with identical absurdly wild curls from bed.

“Spoiled, you lot,” you tell him before padding over to him and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Forever the horny teenager, his large hands finds your bum and pull you closer - deepening the kiss.

“Miss you s’much on tour, all I think about,” he whispers into your mouth. “Your tits, your cun-“

“Harry!” You laugh, smacking at his chest, “Can’t talk like that in front of the baby!”

“She didn’t hear,” he grumbles, giving your arse one last squeeze, “Tonight.”

“Tonight,” you agree back, ignoring the pinch of arousal.

—-

Sasha was putting up a fight when she realized that you were leaving without her. Grabbing at your leg as you tugged on a Gucci sneaker.

“I’ll be back soon, Sash,” you assure her but to no avail.

Her cheeks ruddy red and splotched. Tears staining them as she wails dramatically at the top of her little lungs.

“I don’t know if I should go,” You sigh as Harry wrestles her tiny body off of you so you don’t trip.

“No baby, you need a break. She can’t hold you hostage,” Harry laughs as Sasha wriggles a little in his arms.

“Call me if you need me to come home.”

“I’ll be fine, now go, have a mimosa for me,” Harry smiles down at his daughter who is staring at you like you’ve just killed her beloved pet.

You can’t help but giggle at the glare, “so scary, missy. I’ll see you soon, I love you.”

Sasha buries her nose into Harry’s neck. Her sobs more sad than angry at this point. Which makes your heartbreak a little.

—-

Sasha was getting impatient with her father. As he attempted to figure out how to screw on the oven door to the overcomplicated design.

She occasionally ran off with a piece he needed so it took much longer than he’d thought. But this thing was sophisticated, you pour water into a little tub and it runs through the faucet like a real sink.

Sasha gave her father a wide smile when he had finally told her it was all done. He helped fill the little shopping cart with plastic fruit and veggies.

She was babbling to herself happily, occasionally making sure her dad was still in the room with her.

Harry had grabbed his journal off the kitchen table and was scribbling down mismatched lyrics about how much love he was filled with.

His last two albums were nearly just songs about you. The next one was definitely going to include tracks about his baby.

When he hears the alarm sound and get shut off, he knows your home and he feels a little twinge of anxiety in his stomach.

Distraction? That should work right?

“Hi baby,” Harry greets, planting a kiss on your lips before squatting to untie your sneakers for you.

“Well hello there!” You look around surprised to not see your daughter toddling to you as well. “Is bug sleeping?”

Harry shakes his head and rubs the back of his neck, “Um, no. Just playing in the playroom right now.”

“Was she good?” You asks, noticing he’s changed clothes. He loved to laze around in joggers if he could. “Did you go out?”

“Just for coffee,” he covers, technically - he did grab a coffee for himself at a drive-thru. “How was lunch?”

“Good, mimosas were shit so I only had one. Missed you guys too much. So glad your home,” you sigh into his chest, basking in his tight arms around you.

“Only 73 more concerts to go,” Harry replies.

He can feel your shoulders tense at his lame attempt of a joke. It wasn’t funny to you, not in the slightest.

“Just 73, huh?” You shoot back, untangling yourself from his grip. “Just another eight months away from your wife and baby.”

“Love...” Harry begins, swallowing hard. He was just as emotional as you when it came to it.

You shake your head, swiping at the stray tear, “Just forget it,” you huff before trekking off to see your daughter.

Harry is cautiously trailing behind you with a bowling ball of nerves in his belly.

When you walk into the playroom and see the new kitchen set - you stand nearly frozen in the doorway.

“Mummy! Mumma look at what daddy got me!” She chirps, standing to come to you. You easily lift her up and accept the plastic apple she hands to you proudly.

You feel a tightness in your throat, “it’s so nice, baby.”

“Nice,” she repeats, “come play, mumma.”

“I just got home, give me a few minutes and I’ll be back in,” you promise with a kiss before placing her back down.

She seems satisfied with your answer and scurries back to where she had placed her babydoll on the countertop - feeding it.

“Can we please talk in the kitchen?” You asks, trying your best to keep your voice level in front of your daughter.

Harry dejectedly nods and follows you into the kitchen, dragging his boot-clad feet a little.

“Look, I know your mad, lovie. But I just got the idea and didn’t think too much about it. Know y’don’t want to spoil her but-“

“Do you not listen?” You ask harshly.

He looks at you dumbfounded. Unsure of the question. It sounded like it was a trick question.

“You’re unbelievable!” You whisper-shout so Sasha doesn’t hear.

Harry feels himself getting defensive, “You’re tha’ mad about a bloody toy? I’m her father allowed to buy her things too!”

“No, Harry. It’s not about that. It seems like your so busy with your job that you just tune me out on our calls.”

Harry’s brow furrows. That wasn’t true in the slightest. It was the highlight of his day to hear your voice and how it went at home.

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” Harry snaps, his voice a little louder.

“Go into the storage room off the side of the garage.”

He gives you a confused look but obliges, after trailing through your maze of a house. He reaches the large extra room.

When he opens the door, his heart sinks. He immediately knows why you’re so upset with him.

A beautiful, hand-painted kitchen set is sat with a large pink bow in the room. The hutch saying in cursive, “Sasha’s Kitchen.”

It was her favorite colors - blue and yellow- with painted images of all her favorite characters like Peppa Pig and Blue from Blue’s Clues.

He remembers how excited you were on the phone that night - when you revealed her third birthday present and how perfect the artist had made it.

Harry had been listening -truthfully- but he was also nearly asleep after two encores of Kiwi onstage and a meet and greet backstage.

He felt like shit now. Disappointed in himself for ruining this surprise he knows you were looking forward to giving her in a mere few days.

But the excitement of another kitchen set surely would be lackluster now.

“Baby, m’so sorry,” Harry says quietly, with guilt bubbling in his throat. “I was listening. I just...I forgot.”

“Nothing we can do about it now it,” you bite out. Disappointed at the ruin surprised making you prickle with anger towards your forgetful husband.

Harry begins to apologize once again but you don’t let him, “I need to put her down for a nap.”

—

You drift off as well in your bed- taking advantage of Sasha being asleep in the next room over.

Harry doesn’t quite know how to fix this situation. He’s much too embarrassed to call his mum or sister who would just give him another earful.

He felt like being on tour has been mucking everything up. He loved his job, most days. But days like today - he wishes to never see a recording studio or microphone again.

Harry’s pondering all this when he hears a cry from the baby’s room.

Sasha is stood, bleary-eyes with a sad frown as her father enters.

“Sweet pea, what’s the sad face for?” He hums as he tucks her into the curve of his slim hip. Bringing her down onto the main level so you aren’t awoken.

“Daddy, kitchen?” She sniffles, pointing towards her playroom.

He shakes his head. Deciding the least he can do is bathe her so you wouldn’t need to later. She still had remnants of fruit pouch in her cheeks.

“No, darling. S’bath time. Then you can play,” he boots her nose. Snatching some clean baby clothes from where they’re folded and waited to be put away on the coffee table.

“No no no,” she whimpers angrily, shaking her head and smacking her arm against her father’s tattooed chest.

“Sasha Anne, no hitting, absolutely not,” Harry uses his firm father’s voice that he didn’t have to pull out very often.

“No bath, daddy, no!” She wails with all the dramatics of an A-List actor.

“Hey, mumma’s sleeping. We cannot yell,” her father hushes her as he trails into the bathroom.

“Mean daddy!” She exclaims as he wrestles her into the tub. Splashing the water and wriggling away everytime he tries to cup water over her head to rid her of the shampoo.

“I know, I know, so mean,” he acknowledges sympathetically. A headache arising in the front of his skull from his baby’s high pitch noises and shouts.

After another fight into clothes, she’s still not happy when she’s sat in front of her kitchen. She throws the plastic toys around and whining anytime Harry moves an inch.

He’s feeling a little overwhelmed if he’s honest. With his worry about your precious argument and the unusual tactics of your toddler - he was stressed out.

“Binky,” Sasha looks expectantly at her father.

Oh, good idea. She loves that.

Harry can’t find any lying around like usual so he digs through the drawers around the living room until he finds one.

After cleaning it off, he hands it to her and she pops it in her mouth happily. Her attention now direction back towards her new toy.

He let out a sigh of relief. He wasn’t quite sure how you did this alone so much of the time.

—

When you finally wake from a fitful nap, you hear noise from the playroom. You’re still extremely frustrated with your husband but it’s less intense. Until...

Until you walk in and Sasha turns around, smiling around a binky you surely thought you’d thrown away.

Sasha was getting too old for a pacifier - even though she was just using it when she was really upset or at night.

You’d been binky-free for three weeks. And all the crying and tears from your daughter where now meaningless.

“Where did she get that pacifier?” You grit out.

You had told him multiple times you were weaning her off of it.

“She was fussy. I gave it to her, tha’ alright?” He asks cluelessly.

“Harry! I’ve told you so so many times that I’d been weaning her off of it. She just stopped crying about it a week ago!”

“I told you about this - just like the kitchen. God, you get so goddamn wrapped up in your career that you forget important things like this!”

“Baby...” Harry whimpers, hands up in surrender. “I keep, I keep messing up. I’m - I don’t know where my mind is.”

“I’ll tell you were your mind is, Harry. In the countries your traveling to, the concerts your performing at. You promised me...you fucking promised when we started trying for a baby this stuff wouldn’t happen!!”

Harry’s face crumples, “yo-you’re my everything, lovie. You and bug. None of this means anything without you. I’ll quit music, never write another lyric or sing another note if that’s what you want from me.”

He meant that fully heartedly too.

When he wrote If I Could Fly and write the lyrics, “I’ll give up everything, just ask me to.”

The fans, the producers, you - don’t truly know how much he was being truthful in the lyrics.

“I would never ask you to do that. I want you to do what you love but I want you to follow through for your family!”

At your raised tons, Sasha begins to whine, looking with wide, concerned eyes.

“Mummy?”

With that, you scoop her up. “M’going to your mums. I’ll be back later.”

Harry watches anxiously as you pack Sasha’s bag. He feels useless as he hands your her fruit pouches and crackers from the pantry.

As you snatch the car keys from the entry tables, Harry asks in a near whisper, “What’s going on? I’m so lost.”

“I’m lost too. I jus-just can’t keep doing this. It’s too hard for you to be away from us like this. I feel like a single mom sometimes.”

With that, you’re out the door and on your way to your mother-in-laws.

For the first time ever, Harry had a fleeting thought that you’re going to divorce him. He knows it’s not just about the toy and the pacifier.

He hasn’t been home enough. As much as he tries, the FaceTimes don’t make the distance and time apart any easier.

You have all the responsibility of this little human and your heart twinges on days you’re missing you husband and you constantly at met with his little replica.

Harry feels like he’s going to have a panic attack. He’s only had a handful in his lifetime but this one was intense.

He grabs his phone and dials the number to his best friend. He really needed a shoulder to cry on right now.

“Hey mate! What’s good, big boy?” The Irish man belts into the phone only to be met with sniffles and tears.

“Niall, I don’t know what to do.”

—

Anne was expecting you. She had set up tea with little cake in the back garden. Sasha was excited to chase the cats around the greenery. Her cute jumpsuit sodden with dirt and grass stains in no time.

“I’m sick of being at home alone all the time with Sasha. I miss Harry too much, she misses him too much,” you croak, attempting to keep your tears at bay.

“I want Harry to continue his career and live his dream. Most people never get the chance he’s gotten. I-I just need him.”

“Oh honey,” she rubs my hand soothingly, “I can only imagine. I know I missed him fiercely to the point it was unbearable when he was sixteen. I still miss him too.”

“I...I’m going to sound like such a bad mother,” you take a deep breathe, “would I be a bad mum if Sash and I joined Harry on tour?”

“Do you think that’d make you a bad mum?” Anne asks softly, a small smile on her face.

“No, I don’t think. I’d be happier because I’d be with Harry and we could actually be a married couple 24/7. She would get to see her dad everyday.”

“I think you’ve found you answer,” Anne chuckles, pouring more hot water into your cups.

“It will be so stressful.”

“More stressful than it is now?” Anne replies.

“Nothing can be more stressful than right now.”

- -

The talk witdh Niall helped only a little bit but enough to not feel like he’s going to vomit every other minute.

He was worried you were going to come in here and ask him for a divorce because he couldn’t follow through on his promises as a husband and a father.

Harry was ready to do whatever it took to prevent that from happening. He’s not above groveling and begging for you to stay.

It is dark when you pull in, toting in a sleeping child in your arms that you pass off to Harry who’s waiting at the front door.

He tucks his baby into her bed, tugging the blankets over her, and staring down at her sweet, cherub face for a little longer than usual before heading into your master.

You’re sat on the corner of the bed, biting your lip, and playing with you flashy large diamond ring as a force of habit.

“Baby...” Harry rasps, not touching you but kneeling down in front of you.

“I can’t do what we’re doing anymore,” you begin, completely unaware that Harry thinks you’re about to ask for a divorce.

“I don’t think you’re going to agree with what I have to say, but I think it’s the best,” you swallow harshly, hoping he doesn’t shoot down the proposition.

“Please, I’ll do anything, lovie. Don’t leave me, don’t divorce me. I’ll do anything’ you want, sweetheart. Please, I need you. I’m so inlove with you.”

Harry is full on sobbing by this point, hanging his head against your knees as he attempts to catch his breath but finding it hard.

“Harry!” You murmur in confusion “baby, look at me, please?”

It takes him a moment to meet your eyes, your face is soft but wrinkled in concern.

“What are you talking about? Divorce?” You choke out the words. Never in a million years would you willingly agree to part from your husband.

“I know I’ve been fuckin’ up. I can’t bloody figure out how to balance shit. I’ve not followed through and neglected you n’ the baby. I’m a bad husband and a bad dad.”

“Hey,” you said with force, bringing your hand under his chin so he has to keep eye contact. “Do not ever say something like that again. You are the best husband and father. You provide for us. You love us more than I’ve thought possible. You’re perfect for Sasha and I.”

“You said you couldn’t do this anymore,” Harry chokes out, letting his ringed hands rest on the tops of your thighs. His diamond wedding rand flashing in the light.

“Oh, H. I’m sorry - I didn’t mean with you.” You chuckle lightly, “how could you ever possibly think I’d leave you, pet?”

He shakes his head, “it’s because y’too good for me. Don’t deserve you.”

“Hush,” you hums, running a hand through his curls. “I know how to fix this.”

“How? I’ll do anything f’you,” Harry would agree to jump off The Empire State Building for you without a second thought.

“The baba and I are going to join you on tour. I know we agreed it’s be too much but I can’t imagine it can be any harder than this.”

Harry’s face lights up like a Christmas tree.

“That’s if you’ll have us,” you whisper coyly, excited by his reaction.

“Yeah, baby. It means I get to fuck you every night,” Harry growls pushing you back and up into the bed before crawling on top of you.

“A teenage boy, I swear,” you giggle, flushed just thinking about how much more time you’ll have together.

“S’it so bad I want t’fuck my wife? That I’m so bloody gone for you that I’d do anything f’you?” He presses against your lips before demanding entrance.

“You can have me in your bed every night,” you agree, letting his tongue twist with yours with fever and urgency.

“Mmm, only groupie I’ll ever need.”

“Shut up,” you laugh, allowing him to slip your shirt over your head and attach his lips to your collarbone.

“Can’t wait to fuck you in every country - like we did when you toured with me before the bab.”

When he tosses your bra across the room, you gasp at his mouth finding your nipple instantly. Nipping and suckling at the sensitive nerves with intent.

His hand doesn’t waste anytime, skillfully unbuttoning your jeans and zip with one hand before cramming his large palm inside to cup you in his hand.

“Only pussy I want, fuckin’ made for me,” he groans at the warm wetness he feel through the thin underwear. The tips of his fingers stroke over your clit with confident movements.

“Stop teasing!” You whine, wriggling out of your jeans and panties in one go. Harry is still completely dressed above you - which shouldn’t be sexy but it is.

“Don’t know how I thought you’d ever leave me. Y’fucking obsessed with my cock,” he laughs - sure of himself now.

“If you don’t touch me, I swear-“

“I’ve got you lovie, best wife ever, y’know? Just wanna please you,” he promises the damp skin on your neck, landing nips and bites that will surely leave a mark.

“Then please me,” you demand, your tone a higher pitch than usual for your arousal.

You’re rolling your hips upwards to meet his jean-clad center. The friction feels delicious against your sensitive nerves.

Harry takes hold of your hip with one hand to halt your grinding, his other hand finding your heat and without hesitation - slides two thick fingers into you.

“H, yeah,” y/n moans, rolling her hips down to meet his hand. Her arousal coating his knuckles and he can’t describe how sexy that is.

He curls his fingers towards the top of you tight wall, finding the little spongey spot that has you bucking your hips and whimpering.

“Oh, did I find the spot, love?” Harry teases like he doesn’t know. He’s been an expert in pleasuring you for the past eight years.

“Yes baby, m’gonna come,” you nearly slur with pleasure. The cold metal of his rings brushing against your heated folds in relief.

“Only gonna let you come - if you promise me you’ll come again f’me.”

“I will, H. I wil-“

“Ssh, s’okay. Give it to me, my love,” Harry croons sweetly, leaning to suck a nipple as he speeds up his minstrations.

Your chest is rising and falling at a fast pace, your hips meeting his curled fingers on every thrust as he pushes you over the edge, “fu-fuck,” you moan, trying your best to keep your voice down.

“Tha’s it. M’wife looks so fuckin’ gorgeous when she’s coming on my fingers. Need you on my cock,” Harry grunts, removing his fingers and working to get his clothes off as fast as possible.

He’s positioning himself at your entrance with intent, wasting no time pushing in. No matter how many times you took him - it was always a stretch but it was immensely pleasurable.

“Love you, love our family. Can’t wait f’you two to join me on tour,” Harry pants, attempting to keep his thrust slow and meaningful but he was so turned on he was already becoming sloppy.

“S’going to be so nice. Spend everyday with my husband,” you hum, wrapping your legs around his waist and resting your feet on his bum. You can feel the muscle flexing from his thrusts.

“Yeah, never get tired of hearin’ that word.”

“Husband?” You giggle, “we’ve been married for five years.”

“Still can’t believe you agreed to,” Harry murmurs, his lips pressed against your temple as he becomes more determined. His thumb finding your clit and giving it hard, tight rubs.

Harry could have anyone he wanted. Millions of people lusted after him. It was hard to believe sometimes that he only wanted you. But in moments like this, you never questioned it.

“You’re ridiculous,” you tell him, biting his full bottom lip.

He growls, “hush up. Let me fuck you, yeah?”

With that, the only thing that leaves your mouth is whines and gasps as he hits your spot on every fluid thrust with a determined thumb on your nerves.

“Cl-close,” Y/N shutters, legs quivering with sensitivity and arousal.

“Baby, baby wait f’me, m’close,” he begs against your skin, licking and kissing wherever he can reach. He speeds up his movements and you fell him tensing up, his mouth dripping open in an o shape and his eyes squeezing shut - his telltale sign.

You allow yourself to let go at that point and ride out the waves of intense climax with him as he weakly thrust a few more times until he lays his weight on top of you.

“The bubby is going to love South America,” Harry smiles into your mouth. His large palms massaging at your shaky, wet thighs.

“I think she’s going to love being with her daddy more,” Y/N replies, a hand coming to cup his jaw in a slow, languid twist.

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sdaomine · 3 years ago

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NXX Boys During Rosa's Labor Part II

Apologies if there are a few errors, I do not edit my works bc I'm too lazy to do so. Enjoy!

Marius von Hagen

no, you did not pay a visit to the hospital. not even once, not ever—because the oh so great marius von hagen hired Stellis’s top notch obstetricians and medical staff and they were the ones who paid you a visit at the von hagen estate.

you tried to persuade him to let you have, you know, a normal check-up; but marius just straight up declines every single time. you were bummed about it, of course, but you know he's doing it for a reason.

you see, the young von hagen was the most eligible bachelor in Stellis—old and young women alike did unbelievable things just to get his attention and perhaps, take them as his wife. but among everyone, you—his cute, missy lawyer—were the one who unknowingly snuck your way in his heart.

plenty of his pursuers weren't happy with your relationship, what more when they got the news that you were to be married and now, bearing a child? you are aware of the dangers lurking around the city, all waiting for marius's famous missy lawyer-now-wife.

it'll die down soon, certainly. but right now, your husband is doing everything in his power to keep you and your baby safe. in return, he promised he'd take you to a private hospital when you are to give birth. it's a deal.

marius already takes care of you even when you were still his girlfriend, what more when you are pregnant with the next von hagen?

“marius, i...” your voice drops low, your cheeks tinted pink. “i... i'm hungry. can we eat roasted chicken for dinner?”

“okay, baby.” he kisses your forehead before fishing his phone out from his pocket, dialing vincent. “do you want anything else, babe?”

“chocolate shake,” you say, “and cake...”

roasted chicken, chocolate shake, and cakes from various restaurants were delivered to the von hagen estate that night. you're so full you don't think you can eat anything for a week straight.

—he also buys you literally everything he sees: clothes, shoes, jewelry, anything. remember when he bought an ice cream truck when you weren't dating yet? now he's 👌this close to buying the ice cream company itself—just for you, all for you.

he always makes time for you, but since he's the acting ceo of pax, there are times when he has to stay late in the office; but he sends vincent to look after you alongside your personal caretaker.

on the week of your supposed labor, marius never left the estate. he's always there to look after you, feed you, cook for you (just once. you're never letting him cook again) and all the other things perfect husbands do!

you were already tucked to bed with your husband when you feel wetness on your side of the bed, followed by a throbbing pain on your pregnant belly. marius awoke the moment you let out a hiss of agony, and the next thing you know is you're being carried to his sports car with vincent and your maid hurrying after you and marius.

confined to VIP room, you feel like you aren't in a hospital but in a hotel suite. so much for a normal delivery...

you're preparing yourself for a painful labor when you catch marius looking at you lovingly; one hand on yours, the other resting atop the armchair. you feel your cheeks burn at the sight, so you raise a brow at him to hide your flustered state. “hey, why are you looking at me like that, marius...”

“missy...” he says, more to himself than you, “you look so beautiful.” he smiles as he stares at you even more, reveling in the way you appear ethereal even when you're about to give birth. “i love you, my wifey.”

(marius is trying his best not to appear panicked. deep down, he's losing it.)

“i love you too.” you smile back and squeeze his hand. “don't look at me like that! i feel embarrassed...”

“i'm afraid you're right, missy,” he leans closer, his violet eyes beaming, “honestly, you should be the one who's looking at me all the time!”

“why is that?”

“hehe.” he grins. “so that our baby looks like me, jiejie! that way, he'd be handsome like his dad—”

“marius! von! ha—nnghh! god, marius, call the doctors!”

he holds your hand and caresses your back in the entirety of your giving birth; he cracks a few jokes every now and then with hopes of easing you (even for a tiny, tiny bit) but stops eventually because his mind is filled with sheer panic.

seriously, he's no help to you at all.

you're too busy giving birth, so of course, you don't notice how marius looks at you so sincerely, so admiringly as you push and scream—you are so beautiful to him even when your face is filled with sweat and your features scrunch up as you go. he just falls in love with you during the process.

the moment he hears the newborn's cries, tears flow down his cheeks. then he looks at you, and when he catches you staring at him, a smile on your face—he pays no mind to everyone surrounding you and leans in for a long, deep kiss.

he kisses your forehead, your temples, your nose, your cheek—he holds your face with his large hands, crying and mumbling his professions of love to you before he kisses you on the lips again.

marius is a powerful man, but once he carries your child, he is utterly powerless to stop the (second) threat of tears. “aw, jiejie,” he croons, “i told you, he looks like me!”

you slap your forehead and say, “oh? well then, if he looks so much like you... i'll certainly give him all my attention!”

baby von hagen - 1.

marius von hagen - 0.

game on.

Luke Pearce

a very, very hands-on husband.

since he is working independently, how he manages his time is up to him; and he spends majority of his time on you—taking care of you, feeding you, loving you and your child.

you offered to do simple chores such as washing the dishes and sweeping the floor, but that's a no-no for luke. he promised to be the one to do all the house chores for you. he doesn't want you to sweat a drop.

you hide your flustered cheeks when he gently massages your aching back and limbs, especially when he covers you in kisses right after.

luke would read you stories at night, helping you fall into slumber because you find it difficult to sleep these days. and when he catches you letting out quiet snores as you lay your head on his shoulder, he whispers, “i love you,” before he turns off the nightlight and proceeds to sleep with you.

you always awoke at the delicious smell of breakfast! luke works every morning, but he never ever forgets to make you your favorite dishes <33

you forget your check-up sometimes, but boy luke DOES NOT. like i said, he's very hands-on, and when it comes to you and your baby, his mind is sharper than ever.

but luke gets worried a lot. he's overprotective and sometimes it bothers you, but you talk to him about it. he understands, and you wipe out that cute pout on his face by planting a long, sweet kiss on his lips.

luke brings you to the hospital the moment he sees you clutch your belly, a frown on your face, and water spilling throughout your legs. thank goodness it happened right before he said goodbye to you to head to work.

work = same house, just another floor

breathing techniques, compliments, words of assurance—you can leave it up to luke. the doctors already know who he is, since aaron is acquainted with them, and they know just how capable luke is even in situations like this. they know he'd be able to give you the most assistance during delivery.

(still, no one knows how panicked he is. he's on the verge of breaking down, ngl. but he gotta be strong for you, get that?)

“you got it, watson, you're doing great,” he compliments you, his hand running up and down your back. he demonstrates a breathing technique again, “like this, baby. yes, just like that, now please do another push for me, okay? you got it...”

you moan and scream in agony, clutching luke's hand so much you're 100% sure it's already hurting him, but he pays no mind at all. he's just there, taking care of you and cheering for you as you go through a painful labor.

“l-luke...” you call for him, “h-how am i doing...”

a smile so wide plasters across his face, his coral eyes filled with pride and felicity as he holds your face and kisses you on the nose. “of course you're doing well, watson!” his smile widens even more, “just a few more pushes, alright? you're doing good, baby, i promise...”

(one of the doctors were lowkey jealous of you and your very sweet husband. she's 👌 this close to walking out.)

ah, and here he goes, the new baby pearce—painfully adorable with his coral eyes and hair the same shade as yours. the perfect mix of you and luke, a reminder of the love, the life you share with him.

you couldn't be any happier. you turn to your husband, who is—

“l-luke?!” you gasp, eyes widening at the unconscious sight of him. “oh god, luke!”

my, my, the esteemed detective pearce just fainted! this is news! ~gossip time~

aaron now has a lifetime supply of embarrassing moments for luke. this event will last for ten years, at least.

after a few minutes of fanning over luke's face, he wakes up—and immediately rushes to where you are. “watson! i-im sorry—”

“haha, luke,” you giggle at his flushed state. “you know, first impressions do matter...”

you gesture to something behind him, and he turns to see your obstetrician, carrying your newborn child—and you swear to god you'd do anything just for luke NOT to faint again.

he does not. thank goodness.

��w-watson...” he stammers as he cradles the child in his arms, tears spilling from his eyes, suppressing ugly sobs. “baby, look at him...”

you cradle the child in your arms right after him, and you were about to say something when you feel his lips on your forehead.

“i love you, my watson.” he then kisses your nose. “i love you so much,” he says again, then proceeds to plant a gentle kiss on your lips. “my watson,” he whispers, staring into your eyes—and smiles.

“i'm glad this is forever, yeah?”

this time, you feel like you're the one about to faint.

“yeah,” you say, smiling back at him. “forever it is.”

#tears of themis #luke pearce #marius von hagen #tears of themis headcanons #lu jinghe #marius tears of themis #marius x reader #luke pearce headcanons #marius von hagen headcanons #tears of themis luke #tears of themis fanfic

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flightlessangelwings · 4 years ago

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okay but single dad marcus moreno running into reader at the laundry mat (due to his washer not working or whatever) and reader is wearing the SAME 'do not talk to me shirt' that his daughter wears because its laundry day and theyre SMALL and marcus' daughter is like DAD THAT ONE DAD LETS GO STAND BY THAT PERSON DAD!!

Marcus Moreno x gn!reader

Word count: 865

Notes: Ok this was my favorite of the requests I got because it would totally be me too!! Thank you, anon!

Laundry Day

“No, no no no…” Marcus grumbled as he watched the washing machine go up in smoke. Desperately, he tried to shake it as if that would somehow get it to work.

After shaking and yelling at it did nothing, Marcus quickly shut it off and pulled the soaking wet clothes out of the machine. But, along with the clothes, water poured out and flooded the basement. He thought fast and pulled the machine out from the wall and reached down to shut the water valve off.

“Dad?” Missy called from the top of the stairs once she heard the commotion. She was greeted with a scene straight from a comedy movie: her father stood in the middle of the floor, surrounded by piles of wet clothes and puddles of water. He had the most dejected pout on his face, and she couldn’t help but laugh at how pathetic he looked. “You can save the world but you can’t save our laundry, huh?”

“Hey…” he turned to his daughter with an exaggerated pout, but he couldn’t hold it as they both burst into laughter. As Missy came all the way down the steps and helped him clean up, Marcus suggested, “How about a trip to the laundromat?”

It wasn’t the ideal father/daughter day, but Marcus always tried to make the best of any situation. He stopped to get some snacks and hot chocolates for while they waited for their laundry, and Missy just enjoyed the time with her dad. They sat together on the bench and just talked while they watched their clothes tumble when someone caught Missy’s eye.

You stood on the end of the row as you moved your own laundry from the washing machine to the dryer. You had your headphones in and danced to the music, and Missy could just feel the fun energy radiate off of you. But what really caught her eye was your shirt: it was the exact same one as Missy had. She knew that signature cute little skull anywhere.

“Dad! Dad!” she tugged at his shirt, “Look!”

Marcus choked on the hot chocolate he had tried to sip as he looked up and followed where Missy’s finger pointed. He froze as he watched you shake your hips in a little dance without a care in the world as to who watched. Your smile lit up the room while you lip synced to your song, and of course Marcus noticed the shirt you wore.

“Dad… Dad?” Missy nudged him again.

“What?” he jumped slightly as he broke his gaze off of you.

“You’re staring,” he rolled her eyes playfully, “Go say hi!”

Marcus’ mouth hung open for a moment before he quipped back, “Don’t you see ‘don’t talk to me?’”

Just then, you dropped your phone and it hit the ground with a loud crash. Marcus and Missy shared a knowing look before he darted up and rushed over to you. But, you had already bent over to pick up your phone and he ended up smacking your heads together.

“Sorry!”

Missy slumped over and hid her face in her hands; her father was rustier than she thought.

Both you and Marcus looked up at the same time, your hands each on your own foreheads. You were more startled than anything, but when you saw who bumped into you, all other feelings melted away and you were struck with how handsome he was. His eyes were soft and kind behind his glasses, and he apologized again as he picked up your phone and gently placed it in your hand.

“N-no problem,” you stuttered as you suddenly forgot how to form words as his hand lingered on yours.

“Let me help you up,” he said as he gripped your hand tighter and lifted you both up to stand, “I uhh… I like your shirt,” he mumbled. Marcus wasn’t sure what to say, but he found that he didn’t want the interaction to end just yet.

You smiled so brightly and Marcus swore his heart skipped a beat, “Thanks, it’s one of my favorites,” you paused for a moment before you introduced yourself with your name.

“It’s one of my daughter’s go-to too,” he smiled back at you, “I’m Marcus,” he shook your hand before he added, “And that’s my daughter, Missy,” he glanced over his shoulder at the girl who peeked out from between her fingers. But when she saw that both your eyes were on her, she dropped her hands and smiled brightly as she waved a hello at you.

“She’s beautiful,” you waved back before you glanced down to find that you and Marcus still held hands. Your phone remained wedged in your grips and you got an idea, “If you like,” you took a breath to steady your nerves, “You can put your number in my phone and we can go out for hot chocolates sometime,” you nodded down to his shirt, “To drink, not to wear.”

Marcus furrowed his brows before he looked down to see a large stain on his shirt from when he choked on his drink before he ran over to you. He couldn’t help but laugh, “I’d like that.”

#marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno x you #marcus moreno

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americasass81 · 3 years ago

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Infinity's Reward

Warnings:- Predominantly Fluff, Loss of Virginity, Dark Themes Mentioned or Implied Include Kidnapping, Non-Consensual Sex, Betrayal, Fingering, Minor Violence, Brief Mentions of Anal, Oral (m & f receiving), M & F Smut, Implied Breeding, Mild Language, Mild Spanking. Do not read if any of these warnings are upsetting. Feedback is welcomed.

By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.

A/N 1:- This is for @saiyanprincessswanie 2.5k Followers Writing Challenge. Congratulations Missy you are an amazing writer and such a sweet and wonderful soul, and this fandom is so much richer for having you in it. The support you so freely give to others is truly remarkable and here's to the next 2.5k. lyl💞💞

Challenge parameters:- Steve Rogers (Character), First Time (Troupe), So you're telling me there's a chance (Movie Quote)

A/N 2:- Using the troupe First Time there's a couple of firsts dotted throughout. Also changed pieces of Endgame a bit as we all hate how that movie went down.

Pairing:- Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count:- 10K+ (Oops!)

Synopsis:- Having returned the stones and done his part to restore the world, Steve Rogers is ready to retire and claim his reward . . . you just don't know it yet.

Parking your barracuda and locking it up before heading to the elevator you wondered what awaited you when you'd enter the compound. Only your second week back at work since Dr. Banner had undone five years worth of heartbreak and devastation and Tony Stark had sacrificed his right arm to finally rid the universe of Thanos and his army of vicious space creatures, the world was at last enjoying what it had lost. While the good people of Earth took their joy in what they now knew had been taken from them, the Avengers were back to dealing with the garden variety villains they used to deal with before blips, aliens and powerful colored stones.

For you, a data entry employee at the Avengers Compound, work just seemed to have increased lately. Although, as you now rode up in the elevator from the parking structure you figured a lot of that extra workload could be laid at the feet of one James 'Bucky' Barnes. True to form as you reached your desk, there sitting in your chair was the former assassin with a cup of coffee and a stack of files.

"Morning doll." he greeted, quickly vacating your seat before handing you the cup while you simply glared up at him.

"Don't you 'morning doll' me Mr. Barnes. Those files tell me you've got more reports you want doing and how many times do I have to tell you . . . I. DON'T. DRINK. COFFEE." you stated, poking him in the chest on each word just to hammer home your point.

"I remembered doll, that's why I got you a hot chocolate." he said, flashing you the broad smile that he knew you were a complete sucker for. "Besides, we both know you're better at this stuff than me and Sam has some thugs he wants to go check out."

Finally taking the drink from his outstretched hand and opening the top just to be sure, you sat down at your desk just as the aforementioned Captain America entered the room. Sighing deeply as Sam stopped beside Bucky while your friend Suzy headed to her desk, you took a gulp of your hot chocolate before speaking. "Fine, go do whatever it is you two do, these reports will be ready by the time you get back."

Smiling at you again as Sam turned to leave, Bucky leaned down on your desk before speaking. "Thanks doll, you're a saint. I promise I'll make it up to you," and with that he turned around and followed Sam out the door. Turning on your computer and picking up the first file, your morning got a whole lot more bizarre when Suzy wheeled her chair over beside you and rested her head in her hands while staring straight at you.

"Okay Suzy Q out with it, what's on your mind?" you asked while getting on with your work.

"Nothing, just wondering how a v-child like you has the Winter Soldier fawning all over her."

Wincing inwardly at her mention of the fact that you were still woefully inexperienced when it came to sex, you sometimes wondered in quiet moments if the chance had passed you by. While you were in no way against having sex, you also didn't want to have it just so you could lose your so called v-card. Growing up you had your own reasons to wait for the right person, but now with life and time ganging up on you you felt like the freak who had waited too long. Deciding that the best course of action was to ignore the subject as usual, you continued on with your work and thankfully after a few moments of silence Suzy got the message and headed back to start her own work.

Ten minutes into lunch you finally finished the last report and decided to treat yourself to some time by the lake. Taking a seat at one of the outdoor tables, you were surprised when a shadow covered the sun and you looked up to find one Steven Grant Rogers standing beside you. "Did you want something, Captain Rogers?" you asked meekly, trying not to stare too long or too directly at this pinnacle of human perfection.

"It's Steve or Mr. Rogers. Sam's the Captain now. Actually I prefer Steve." he corrected, before looking around for what you weren't sure. "Would you mind if I, umm, joined you?" he asked and if you didn't know any better you'd swear he seemed nervous. Still, knowing you weren't exactly great at reading people, you shrugged it off and pointed at the seat across from you.

Sitting down and watching you intently, you couldn't shake the feeling that the man had something on his mind and knowing you wouldn't be able to enjoy your lunch with him fidgeting across from you, you decided to face the problem head on. "Mr. Rogers. Steve," you added when he looked up at you, "is there perhaps something on your mind?"

"I'm sorry," he laughed, running his hand across his neck. "Is it that obvious?"

"A little." you laughed in return, waiting for him to continue.

"I just wanted to thank you for helping Bucky out. I know he can be a handful, but he's really a sweet guy once you give him a chance."

Not sure where exactly he was going with this, but having your suspicions that his mind was headed in the same direction as Suzy, you tried to figure out how to resolve this situation for the second time today without sounding like a total cow. "You don't need to thank me really. It's the least I can do given all he's been through. However, if you don't mind me saying, he seems more than capable of doing his own reports. Is there something else going on I'm not aware of?"

"Umm you could say that, I guess. Truth is he's been trying to figure out if you're seeing anyone." he confessed and you now groaned as the former Avenger stared at you with the same intensity you imagine he once used against his enemies. Relieved at least that you could have this conversation with Rogers instead of directly with his friend, you did your best to explain things without giving away too much details about your own private life. As it was, leaving Steve with the understanding that Bucky was not your type but you did have an interest in someone, you returned to work not knowing that a certain retired hero was left to figure out who had stolen his best girl from him and more importantly how to get her back.

Heading home that evening after a long and tiring day, your brief conversations with Suzy and Steve kept replaying in your mind. Knowing that Bucky was not used to people being kind to him, you firmly, though some might say naively, believed that the attention was just his way of repaying your kindness and so when you showed up at work the next morning to find him once again sitting at your desk, you knew you had to find a way to let him down gently.

"Morning Bucky," you greeted before he could get a word out, but this time your heart sank when you noticed things were a little different. For starters, gone were the files and hot chocolate and in their place we're a bunch of roses. Sighing as he handed you the flowers, you waited for him to vacate your seat while he handed you an envelope. Opening it, inside you discovered a signed letter from Tony Stark instructing you to take a few days off. Staring back and forth between him and the letter, the smirk on his face told you you weren't going to like what came next.

"So doll, you ready to leave. As you can see, the head guy has given me the pleasure of your company." he said, rising from the seat and extending his hand out to you. Thinking over the situation, you figured if nothing else he owed you for all the reports you had done and maybe it would allow you the opportunity to finally point out that you just weren't interested. Taking his offered arm and shrugging your shoulders as Suzy glared daggers at you, you walked with Bucky out of the office while wondering what he had planned for the day ahead.

Walking with your hand still held in his, he led you down to the parking structure where you discovered that a bike ride was his means of having you completely at his mercy. Handing you a helmet and waiting until you were comfortable and secure on the back, he started the machine and headed off into the city. Finding a beautiful, out of the way Italian restaurant, he parked up and ushered you inside. Then placing your orders he looked you up and down before speaking. "So doll, Steve tells me you're seeing someone. May I ask if it's serious or just something that keeps you warm at night?"

Shocked that he could be so straight forward, you contemplated throwing your water in his face but then remembered both your car and your purse were back at the compound. Groaning at the control he had over you, you bit back your frustrations before answering. "Listen, I never told Steve I was seeing someone. I told him I was interested in someone and that someone wasn't you."

"So you're telling me there's a chance." he smirked before holding up his hands as you all but growled at him. "Okay, don't go getting your lady briefs in a knot. I'm only trying to get a clear picture for a friend who happens to like you a lot."

"Oh Lord, tell me it isn't Sam." you said, almost choking now on some water.

"Bloody hell, you going to tell me you've a problem with Sam as well. No wonder you're still a virgin if those risking their lives on a daily basis to save this ungrateful planet are beneath your notice." he shot back and you swore you could almost see a glimpse of the Winter Soldier reflected in his eyes and demeanor.

"Hey, who told you I was a virgin?" you spat at him in a whisper that you knew only he would hear as you leaned across the table towards him.

"You just did, doll." he chuckled, "and besides, we both know I'm in a relationship with a beautiful young woman who happens to be one of my best friend's sister and last I heard, Sam was dating someone in H.R. by the name of Alexis or Whitney or -."

"Jasmine. Her name is Jasmine." you interrupted harshly.

"Yeah that's the one. I knew it started with one of the twenty-six letters." he smirked and you couldn't help but laugh with him before continuing.

"Anyway as I was saying, that's why I was shocked when I thought you might be talking about Sam." you told him just as the waiter brought your orders. Eating in silence for the rest of the meal, you then ordered dessert and tried to sort out more of the situation while you waited. Explaining that your only problem with him and Sam, apart from them otherwise being spoken for, was the life they led. Having read of the dangers first hand from typing up his reports, he finally accepted where you were coming from. Still refusing to tell you the name of his interested friend, you pointed out that none of it mattered anyway as no one would ever want a virgin your age. Reaching for your hand and telling you not to lose hope, you then tucked into the wonderful desserts before Bucky paid for everything and led you back to his bike.

Then heading off on a ride throughout the city, Bucky took you back to the compound in time to see the sky change color by the lake before kissing your cheek, thanking you for all the work you do on his reports and walking you and his bike back to the parking area. Admiring your car and telling you to drive safely, he watched until you were seated inside before waving you off and heading back inside the compound.

Driving home while thinking back on the day's events, you realized yet another person knew of your situation and you were still no wiser as to who apparently was interested in you. Still as you finally reached home and settled in for the night, you slept soundly eventually, secure in the knowledge that being a virgin pushing nearer her thirties meant that Bucky's mystery friend was unlikely to come calling. If only you knew how wrong you were.

Dragging yourself out of bed the next morning, you stopped short when you reached the kitchen to find a full breakfast laid out on the table and a blond, blue eyed retired Avenger plating up some toast while sipping from a mug of coffee. Taking a few steps back and looking around to make sure you hadn't somehow woken up in someone else's apartment, your furniture, knick-knacks and the all round homey feeling confirmed that you were not the problem.

Walking back into the kitchen, you now found yourself face to face with the super soldier who simply smiled as if his presence was something to be expected. "Morning Y/N, hope you slept well. I know I did. As you can see, breakfast is ready."

"S-steve," you stuttered, completely shocked at the event currently taking place within your home, "what in the name of the stars and stripes are you doing here?"

"Watch the language sweetheart." he warned playfully, placing the toast on the table before directing you to sit. Once you grudgingly did, he too sat and began to explain that Bucky had filled him in on your lack of a relationship, your dislike of active superheroes and, to your utter horror, your virginal status. Staring at him dumbfounded, you wished the Earth would open up and swallow you whole, but then you realized there was a more pressing matter that needed addressing.

"Wait so let me get this straight," you started, making sure to watch your tone and language while he helped himself to some cereal, "Bucky Barnes tells you I'm single with no interest in superheroes and you think that gives you carte blanche to break into my apartment and make me breakfast. Where did you even sleep?" you added, looking around for some answer to this particularly troublesome question.

"First off, I didn't break in, you invited me. Secondly," he continued while raising his finger to shush your impending protest, "I slept in our bed."

Rolling your eyes, you honestly didn't know whether you wanted to be sick, punch him or both, so instead you sat there quietly for a few minutes and let his words sink in. "Alright if we ignore the fact that Bucky had no right telling you anything about me, when exactly did I invite you into my home?" you asked, finally breaking the silence.

Rising from the table and extending his hands towards you, you reluctantly took it and leading you back towards the bedroom, he sat you on the bed before speaking. "I was waiting there last night when you came home. I saw and heard . . . everything." he said, pointing through the now closed door to the patio outside. Thinking back on the previous night, your hand flew to your mouth as the memories bloomed fresh in your mind.

Feeling wound up after all the talk of relationships and virginity with Bucky, as well as the heat radiating throughout your body, you remembered opening the door slightly to allow the night air to cool your skin while your hand worked on the tension settling in your core. Smirking as he watched the cogs turning in your head, Steve knew when you turned around and groaned into the pillow that the final piece of the puzzle had clicked into place. You had called his name. Laying there as your fingers worked over your clit and g-spot, your orgasm flowed through you and his name left your lips in a way he wanted to hear til the end of time.

"You finally remembered, didn't you Y/N?" he laughed as he walked over and sat beside you on the bed. Running his hand along your back, you quickly rose up and let loose, your fists flying against his chest as word, after incoherent word left your lips. Grabbing hold of your wrists firmly but gently, he held you still while the fight left you. "Now that you've gotten that out of your system, take a deep breath and use your words."

"Just because I called your name in an orgasm fueled moment, that does not give you the right to come through my door and have sex with me without my consent. There's a word for that, you know." you shouted, shocked that he could do such a vile thing and devastated that your virginity was gone and you never got to experience all that your first time should have entailed.

"Fuck Y/N, no. Is that what you think of me?" he asked, genuinely shocked and hurt that you could think him capable of such an abhorrent act. "We didn't. I wouldn't."

"What do you mean?" you interrupted. "Are you saying I'm still - ." but you couldn't even bring yourself to say the words.

"Yes sweetheart, you're still pure. I simply slept on the bed next to you." and it hurt him more than your thoughts of him when he watched you pull away and heard the sobs leave you as your head returned to your pillow. "Y/N sweetheart, talk to me. Something tells me those are not tears of relief you're shedding."

"You slept on the bed. You couldn't even bring yourself to get under the covers with someone like me." you sniffled, still refusing to look at him, while hurt and confusion raged within you.

"Are you now saying you wanted me to sleep with you." he laughed, but stopped suddenly when you turned your head and glared at him.

"I get it, I'm just some silly virgin you and Bucky have probably been having some fun messing with." you interrupted before standing up, walking over to the door and wrapping your arms around yourself like a shield.

"Ah sweetheart, never think that." Steve ordered, coming to stand behind you and take you in his arms despite your feeble protests. "Bucky and I would never treat you or any woman so deplorably and I for one love the fact that you kept yourself only for me." he whispered these final words against your neck as his lips settled against your pulse point. "I slept on the bed because I wanted your first time to be everything you hoped it would be."

Slowly moving his hands down your body, you remained motionless as they now came to rest against your thighs. Gliding them up and down along your legs while adding a squeeze every now and then, your brain soon informed you that the t-shirt you wore offered no protection as his warm touch began to draw delicate whimpers up your throat. "Oh yeah, my girl likes that, doesn't she?" he purred as your head dropped back against his shoulder when he suddenly pinched your inner thighs.

Moving further back against his hard body to try and avoid his wandering hands, you realized the exact predicament you were in when his right hand cupped your exposed sex and shoved your ass flush against his growing erection. Moaning as you foolishly worked him up while trying to escape his now stilled hand, his hips joined yours as his lips trailed soft kisses along your neck.

"Oh sweetheart," he panted between breaths, "you're a natural." he continued, now biting gently as his tongue then soothed your fevered skin. "Knew you would be." he added as his left hand held you a little tighter and his right began to move along your quickly moistening folds. Now adding your moans to his, your hips began to grind against his in earnest as his exploring fingers found your clit and went to town on it.

And that's how it happened. There in your bedroom, by the patio door, your first orgasm brought on by someone else's fingers washed over you as Steve's name fell from your lips once more while his talented hand and lips worked you through your high and eased you back down again.

"Wow sweetheart, that was beautiful." he breathed as he removed his hand from your nether regions and shocked you once more by placing his fingers in his mouth. "Delicious." he added eventually as he sucked your liquid off his fingers before gently turning your head a little so his lips met yours in a tender kiss. Not wanting to overwhelm you any more than he already had, instead of his tongue seeking entry, he simply kissed you three more times, before pulling back and turning you around to finally face him. "How about we get ourselves cleaned up Y/N. Then we can go finish breakfast and maybe talk some more after?"

Not trusting your voice, you simply nodded and due to the unsteady sensation in your legs you were too grateful to care how he knew where your bathroom was when he picked you up, carried you down the hall and deposited you on the toilet. Allowing you do your business as he turned on the water, he opened the closet across from the bathroom, took out two towels and returned in time to turn off the taps and watch you rise to your feet.

Moving forward to place the towels on the rail, you watched transfixed as his now empty hands reached for yours and placed them on the waistband of his jeans. Then undoing his belt, button and zipper, he smiled tenderly at you before moving his hands up to your shoulders. "Go on sweetheart, you know what to do."

Flicking your gaze between his reassuring face and your slightly trembling hands, your body moved as if on autopilot as your hands began to shove his jeans and boxers down his powerful legs. Noticing now for the first time that he wasn't wearing any shoes, his hands gently stalled your movements once his clothes were balled up around his ankles. Raising you back up, he tugged off his lower garments before pulling you in for another kiss as his hands grabbed hold of your t-shirt and lifted it off your body.

Admiring the stunning view before him, he smiled appreciatively as your hands moved forward to divest him of his final layer of clothing. Gazing over his now exposed form in return, the reality of what was happening finally hit you and you quickly reached for one of the towels and wrapped it securely around your naked body. Grabbing hold of the same towel and pulling you towards him however, Steve gently wrapped his arms around you again before placing his forehead against yours. "It was one orgasm Y/N. Come on now," he coaxed, successfully peeling the towel from you and placing it back on the rail, "a bath, breakfast, and I promise you, we'll take things as slow as you're comfortable with."

Finally finding your voice once more, you accepted his proposal and allowing him to guide you into the glorious water, sank back against his firm body as he proceeded to lovingly wash every inch of you. Closing your eyes and giving yourself over to the feelings he was drawing from you, you were lost in a world of peaceful bliss until the puff wormed its way between your legs and brought you back to the present. Removing his hand from your mildly tender region, you shocked both of you when you playfully splashed some water towards his face. "Aw did I disturb your daydreams sweetheart?" he cooed all while smiling softly as he instead began massaging some of the tension out of your shoulders. Humming softly as his fingers worked their magic, you couldn't deny that this was something you could very easily get used to, and once finished you actually smiled as Steve then leaned forward and placed a tender kiss against your neck.

Sitting there, wrapped in his warm embrace a few seconds longer, he raised his eyebrow dubiously when you turned around to face him and pulled the puff from the water before squirting a generous amount of body wash on it. Then placing a hand on the bath to steady yourself, you brought the puff down on his right shoulder and proceeded to gently move it back and forth all over his glorious body. Moaning softly, you then surprised him further by pulling his body towards yours as you reached over his shoulders to run the puff along his back. Burying his face against your chest, he placed soft kisses all over your skin before you pulled back and tossed the puff back into the water. Smiling lovingly at you as his hands took hold of your hips, you then washed and rinsed his hair before reaching behind you and pulling the plug to release the water.

Exiting the bath, you wrapped the towel around yourself once again, before walking back to your bedroom to change. Not sure what Steve planned on doing for clean clothes, you were shocked when ten minutes later, you returned to the kitchen to find him dressed in new clothes while the washing machine indicated that his other garments were now being taken care of. Walking towards the table and sitting in the chair Steve pulled out, you audibly and visibly shuddered when he pushed it in and tenderly kissed your hair. Then asking if you wished to talk afterwards in your apartment or head out into the city with him, he insisted you eat something while he awaited your answer. Deciding your conversation was best held where you were somewhat comfortable, he then began doing things around the apartment while your brain tried to figure out exactly what his future plans for you entailed.

Finally finishing your breakfast despite the knots in your stomach, you were quickly reminded of your situation as Steve placed his hands around your shoulders before resting his chin atop your head. "Ready to sit down and talk this out sweetheart?" he asked and you nodded your head reluctantly as you knew there was no way to avoid the coming conversation.

Taking your hand and leading you into the living room, he sat both of you on the couch and watched as you fidgeted with the hem of your t-shirt while looking everywhere except at him. "Y/N sweetheart, can you look at me please?" he asked with a sigh and when you finally turned towards him the defiant look clouding your features gave him a moment's pause before he plowed on regardless. "As I said earlier, I spoke with Bucky, who was making inquiries for me by the way. All the reasons you don't want him and Sam are exactly why you can have me. I'm single, retired and oh so very much in love with you." he said, scooting a bit closer to you. "It's why I didn't stay in the past even though Peggy was there. My heart and soul will forever belong to you and I now know you feel the same."

Sitting there silent all this time as he professed his feelings for you, your heart swelled with joy the longer he spoke until suddenly, an invisible hand reached into your chest cavity, squeezed your vital organ and pulled you to your senses. Hearing the name of that perfect British princess, whom you could never compete with, fall from the lips of the only man you ever loved was enough to strengthen your resolve to protect your heart. Rising to your feet, you took a deep breath, crossed your arms over your chest and stared down the waiting super soldier.

"You heard me call your name once, Mr. Rogers. Alright twice, if you count the incident this morning," you quickly clarified before continuing, "but that does not for one second mean that I love you or that I want to spend my life with you. I also never asked you to leave the love of your life in the past, so I think it best if you just get out. You know where the doors are." you added scathingly, before finally drawing in some much needed oxygen.

Having sat quietly all the time you spoke, Steve now rose from the couch and standing to his full impressive height, stalked towards you like a man on a mission. Taking a step back for every one he took towards you, your progress was halted suddenly when your back met the wall and a grinning super soldier stood proudly at your front. Reaching out a hand to cup your cheek, you brought your knee up to meet his groin, turned towards the front door while grabbing your keys and getting behind the wheel of your car, sped away from the place you called home.

Driving to the nearest underground parking structure where your car wouldn't stick out, you finally turned off the engine and waited for your breathing to return to normal. Sitting there as you finally returned to your body, the full weight of what had just transpired hit you and the panic rose once again. You'd kneed Steve Rogers. The man you loved had professed his love for you, and you'd kneed him in his private area before running, well driving, away from the scene. Taking a look at yourself in the rear-view mirror, you shook your head as you found your voice. "You realize this is why you're still a single virgin." you admonished yourself before wondering how or even if you wanted to fix this mess. Meanwhile, back at your place, a pissed off yet slightly impressed super soldier was busy on the phone calling in reinforcements to help track down what was his.

Searching through every square inch of your home for any clue as to where you might be, Steve found himself chuckling at your actions once the initial shock and, dare he admit, mild discomfort had worn off. Sitting down on your bed as he looked over the items he had found hidden in the chest at the end, he contemplated tossing them out but now figured maybe you deserved to say goodbye to them properly. First however, he and his buddies had to get you back. Staying put in the hopes that you returned really bugged him, but he knew if anyone could track you down it would be Sam and Bucky. Oh he had contemplated employing F.R.I.D.A.Y. to find your car, but there was no way he was going to risk having to relay to Tony how a slip of a girl had got the jump on him.

Suddenly being pulled from his thoughts by the buzz of his phone, his heart sank when Bucky's voice on speaker broke the silence. "I'm sorry Steve, we've scoured the whole city, from the ground and the air, your girl is nowhere to be found. Sam has suggested she may be hiding out in some underground location, but we all know the resources that would have to be employed to execute that type of search. She'll have to surface eventually, right?" he ended, trying to reassure his friend.

"Yeah, I know Buck and thanks, I guess I just went about this all wrong. But I've known how I felt about her since before the blip and knowing now that she feels the same, I'm tired of waiting." he confessed, feeling somewhat dejected at your absence.

"I get it punk." Bucky interrupted, genuinely knowing where Steve was coming from. Fighting alongside Sam after coming back, seeing the changes that had taken place in those that still remembered what had been, he never thought that he would reach a point in his life where a woman like Sarah Wilson would think him worthy of her love. Now here he was happy, loved and more importantly himself for the first time since falling from that train and all he wanted now was that same future for Steve. "We'll find her Steve, I promise, and when we do you can start to make this right."

Thanking Bucky as he disconnected the call, Steve lay back down on your bed and stared at the ceiling as his mind took flight and wondered where his other half might be.

Waking up to find you had slept away half the day, you exited the car and stretched out all the kinks sleeping against the steering wheel had caused. Looking around the parking lot, you were now left to wonder where you went from here both physically and emotionally. Thinking back on the past two and a half days, you tried hard to figure out how you had ended up here. Oh of course you knew how you felt about the former Captain America, his kindness and strength of character were a beacon shining bright through even the darkest storm. But that he actually loved you back, now that was an altogether different matter entirely. Never in your wildest dreams, okay maybe your wildest, but certainty never in your normal dreams did you ever think that the symbol of hope to so many could see you as the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Pacing the car park as you began to admit the issue as always was your overwhelming lack of self worth, any further thought of what to do was pushed aside when a familiar scooter pulled into a vacant spot two spaces away and the woman pulled off her helmet to reveal Suzy. Looking at you now standing in the parking structure of her apartment complex, you both threw each other identical shocked looks before your co-worker finally broke the silence.

"Y/N?" she asked almost hesitantly before walking forward and wrapping you up in the tightest hug you could ever remember receiving. "Oh Y/N, thank God you're alright. What are you doing here and why haven't you been answering your phone. I've been out of my mind since Barnes, Wilson and Rogers rang to ask where you were. They told me you were missing." she informed you as she still clung tight to you like one would a life preserver.

Eventually releasing you from her embrace to look you over, you couldn't help but be touched by her concern when she coaxed you inside and offered to make you something to eat. Sitting you on her couch as she made her way to the kitchen, you were too busy wondering how of all the parking structures in the city you had ended up here to notice her take out her phone and type off a quick text. A text you would become all too aware of some twenty minutes later when Sam Wilson walked through the front door like it was something he did regularly.

Dropping your sandwich as you looked between the two of them, Suzy simply shrugged as Sam reached out to help you from the couch. Ignoring the look of betrayal evident on your face, he nodded his head in her direction and walked you back towards the car park where you found Steve leaning against your car. Pulling against Sam's hold, he simply gripped you tighter as he marched you onward towards your destiny.

"Here you go Steve, she's all your." Sam said, breaking the silence as he handed you over to the super soldier as if you were a simple prisoner exchange.

Placing his hand against your back and guiding you to the passenger side of the car, he opened the door and ushered you inside before addressing Sam. "Thanks for this Sam. I hope she didn't give you any trouble?"

"Nah, it's all good. She actually came quietly." he chuckled, looking at you now through the windshield. "Maybe try baby steps this time round though. Oh and whatever you did earlier, I wouldn't try that again."

"Yeah," Steve said, exhaling a breath as he ran his hand along his neck. Throughout this whole conversation, you thought about climbing behind the wheel, running Steve over and getting as far as Sam's flight suit would allow, but looking at the empty key slot it seemed your super soldier knew you too well as he reached out and accepted your keys from his friend. Cursing your brain for acknowledging Steve as such, you quickly told yourself to shut up as he said goodbye to Sam before opening the driver's door, slipping behind the wheel and driving off in a direction you didn't recognize. When you finally plucked up the courage to ask him where he was headed, his answer sent fear and panic coursing through your system. While to most women the idea of an island getaway with Steve Rogers might look like a gift from the gods, to you it spelt no escape and the prospect of confronting your feelings for a man you never thought would want you.

Pulling into the hanger and locking up your car, the private plane told you that Tony Stark, along with Barnes and Wilson, was now also playing a part in your downfall. Escorting you onto the plane before signaling the pilot to take off, Steve returned quickly and took your hand as he sat beside you. Explaining that the jet would only be able to take you both so far, he then informed you that from this stop you'd take a helicopter out to the island. Noticing how quiet you were and that your eyes had started to drift closed, Steve erred on the side of caution and finding a blanket, reclined your seat and watched as you drifted off towards a peaceful sleep.

Waking up some time later, you made quick use of the facilities, before heading off to find Steve. Discovering him whipping up a quick meal, he walked you back to your seat, where you both sat down and ate in silence. Once all the food was gone, you turned to Steve and finally found the courage to ask him what exactly he had planned. "Well I thought two weeks with no interruptions would give us a chance to get to know each other better. Maybe have you admit how you really feel."

Turning away from him, he thankfully left the matter rest there as the pilot announced that another half hour would find you landing at your temporary destination. As Steve cleaned up the remnants of the meal, you found yourself thinking back over his words while wondering if you could really admit to loving someone who effectively kidnapped you despite how your heart felt about him. Pulled out of your thoughts as he joined you once again, you both got ready to see what the next part of the journey held in store.

Stretching your legs and walking away from the plane as Steve collected two suitcases you only now discovered were there, more questions sprang forth in your mind when the pilot said his goodbyes and headed off towards what you assumed was his car. Watching wide eyed now as Steve continued his approach and led you to the helicopter, your sense of self preservation finally kicked in and your feet moved no further.

Turning around in wonder as to why you weren't by his side, Steve dropped the suitcases and walked back towards you. "Y/N, we gotta get going if we're to make it to the island while there's still good visibility." he pointed out but your feet just would not cooperate as you frantically looked around for signs of another person. Suddenly taking hold of your face and kissing your lips, the shock brought you back to the present as Steve stepped back slightly to let you breathe. "Sorry, figured it was one way to get your attention. You ready to tell me what's wrong?"

"There doesn't appear to be anyone here to fly the helicopter." you replied, still looking around to see if someone showed up.

"I'm here sweetheart, now come on, time to get those feet moving."

"No, no, no, no, no." you repeated, looking frantically between Steve and the hunk of metal that was supposed to take you to your final destination. "My first time on a helicopter is not going to be with you flying it."

"It's your first time on a helicopter?" he asked, surprise flitting across his features.

"Yes. My first time on a plane too, but no way in hell am I getting on that thing." you warned, forcefully stomping your foot and crossing your arms over your chest like a petulant child.

"Why not, I mean the plane ride went fine." he reasoned, before you interrupted.

"Yeah with a professional pilot in control."

"Oh so I see, the problem is with me flying." he chuckled, as he moved swiftly forward, picked you up and secured your squirming form quickly in the passenger seat before heading back for the abandoned suitcases. Then getting in himself, he looked over at your furious, frightened expression before continuing. "You do know that as a former Avenger, I know how to fly right?"

"I know you know how to crash." you muttered and to this all he did was kiss you quick before making his preparations to take off. Closing your eyes and offering up prayers to any god that would listen, as the minutes ticked by and nothing happened, you slowly began to relax and take in the beauty of the cloud-filled sky around you and the shining blue ocean beneath you. Relaxing more and more as the trip continued, your breath hitched as the island that would be your home for the next two weeks finally came into view.

With a beautiful beach stretching as far as the eye could see, the trees you were now flying over obstructed much of the island's center, but eventually a clearing came into view as Steve lowered the helicopter smoothly onto the available pad. Waiting for everything to stop before helping you out, he then retrieved the suitcases before taking your hand and leading you along the cement path towards the island's only building.

The island home before you took your breath away and despite the circumstances of how and why you were here you enjoyed taking in the view as Steve placed his palm against the interface and brought the place to life. Stepping inside once the door opened, you couldn't help but feel a little giddy at the prospect of a few days at this island paradise. Giving you a quick tour of the place before stowing the bags in the bedroom, Steve found you out on the deck admiring the glorious beach before you. "Beautiful isn't it?" you asked as Steve came up to stand behind you.

"It is." he replied, "though it has nothing on you."

"Seriously? That's what you're going with?"

Chuckling at your sassy attitude, he reached out his hand and led you down towards the beach. "Come on sweetheart, join me for a walk."

Smiling at him in response, you took off your shoes and headed off along the cool sand as the super soldier beside you suddenly became very quiet. Asking him if there was anything he wanted to talk about, Steve pulled you into the sand between his legs and wrapping his arms around you, rested his chin on your shoulder as he thought about what exactly he wanted to tell you.

"I know I went about this all wrong sweetheart, but seeing you everyday at the compound. The love, kindness and endless support you so willing extend to others without expecting anything in return . . . it made me see how special you are. Now after surviving the hell we've all been through, I finally know what I want, and what I want . . . is you."

"Nice line Rogers," you scoffed, "but how do I know you don't just want what every other male brain on the planet wants and you won't just get rid of me once you get it?" you asked, genuinely curious. "Or what if I'm not good enough?" you then added, finally voicing your biggest fear while gazing out towards the ocean.

Suspecting now that he was missing something, Steve turned your body towards his and chose his words carefully before speaking. "You've been with someone before me, haven't you?" he asked, wondering now if something about that situation had soured your opinion of men, sex and everything in between. Looking away from him in total embarrassment, he reached up and intertwined your fingers before continuing, "Y/N come on, you know you can tell me anything. Hell, I've just told you I want you."

Chewing on your bottom lip as you mulled over his words, you finally swallowed the lump in your throat and faced yet another fear head on. "Fine, but if I tell you, you have to promise not to laugh." you warned and though he didn't like the sound of that he did promise before you took a deep breath and continued. "Okay so at twenty-two my boyfriend and I were at a party, having a few drinks, the usual good time you know, and he asked if we should finally do it. So I agreed and taking him upstairs to one of the bedrooms . . . god I can't believe I'm about to tell you this." you said, wondering if you really had the courage to continue.

"It's okay sweetheart, go on." he said, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

"Okay. So we're in one of the bedrooms and I offered to get him hard first. We took off our clothes, he sat down on a couch and just as I'm about to place my lips on him . . . I find him fast asleep and snoring his head off. I mean who does that." you sighed, wondering how he would react.

"And this was your first time?" Steve asked tentatively, unsure if there was more to the story.

"First, last, only." you acknowledged, "I mean something like that doesn't exactly inspire confidence." you added.

"Oh sweetheart," he giggled, trying really hard to stifle the laugh he promised not to produce, "none of this is a reflection on you. It sounds to me like the poor lad simply couldn't hold his liquor."

"Well excuse me, but I managed just fine." you answered sarcastically. "After that, we parted ways, I threw myself into my studies and career and now I find myself here." you said, waving your free hand at the beautiful paradise all around you. Catching the eye of the super soldier as you finally huffed out your frustrations, he couldn't hold his composure any longer and suddenly the ambient sounds of the island were drowned out by Steve's booming laughter.

"Steve, you promised not to laugh." you whined out as you freed a hand and slapped his chest. But one look from him however and you too let loose as tears streamed down your face.

As the sound died down and both of you finally calmed enough to speak, it was Steve who uttered the first words. "I'm sorry Y/N, but you gotta admit it was kinda funny. Still, it's no reason to close up shop, so to speak. You just need someone who knows what they're doing and who can treat you right."

"Oh and I suppose you know someone like that, eh Rogers?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I might," he smirked, pulling both of you from the sand and heading towards the water, "but right now how about an evening swim?" he suggested, successfully taking off his clothes with one hand as you trailed behind him. Suddenly reaching the water's edge, you let the gentle waves caress your toes as Steve continued on, oblivious to the fact that you were no longer with him. Diving beneath the water as you watched from the shore, he finally broke the surface to see you still standing on the beach, fully clothed. Swimming back towards you, you quickly had to explain that you were not going in the ocean with a manner of dangerous and unknown creatures.

"Awesome," he exclaimed, picking you up and running with you towards the dark waters, "one more first time I get to help you knock off your list," and just like that he dumped you, clothes and all, into the freezing water.

Thankfully only being in deep enough that your feet still touched solid ground and the water hugged your ass, it didn't stop you from letting loose a lashing of verbal abuse against the powerful super soldier. Eventually yelling yourself almost hoarse, Steve reached out to you and smashing his body against yours, dunked you both into the water while capturing your lips with his.

Losing all sense of where you were, this was nothing like the kisses he had treated you to that morning. Seeming a lifetime ago, those had been tender, whereas now you felt like he was doing his best to suck your soul out through your mouth. Unable or unwilling to fight, you gave yourself over to the passion flowing from him and for the first time in your life you felt like you had come home.

Feeling all resistance leave your body, Steve cupped your ass as his tongue continued to explore your mouth while your legs wrapped around his slim waist. Eventually parting to allow you both to breathe, he then began peppering kisses along your neck while speaking words against your skin. "Sweetheart, how about we shower and I show you exactly what you've been missing?"

Smiling up at the hopeful look in his stunning blue eyes, you nodded your head as he rose from the water, moved you onto his back and returned to the warmth and comfort of the waiting house.

Showering quickly, Steve found you sitting on the bed in a fuzzy bathrobe unaware that you were once again having doubts about going through with this. Thinking back to the only experience you had with sex before that morning, his hands removing your robe as he knelt on the floor before you focused your mind on the task at hand. "Sweetheart, if you're not sure about this we don't have to do it. Hell if you want to stop at any time, just say so. This is all about you and making your first time as wonderful as it should be."

Standing up and preparing to remove his boxers, your hands on his quickly stalled his movements as he looked down on you lovingly. Gazing at the hard expanse of muscle that made up the god standing before you while gliding your fingers along his abs, you slipped off the bed and dropped to your knees before him. Peeling his boxers down his legs and helping him discard them, you looked him up and down once more before speaking. "Promise you won't fall asleep on me." you begged and your whole being filled with confidence when Steve reached down, cupped your chin and kissed you deeply before answering.

"And miss this Y/N? Not a chance." With that, you reached out and taking his shaft, gently glided your hand up and down its smooth exterior. Liking the weight of him in your hand, your curiosity got the better of you and so, sitting back on your legs for comfort, you raised his cock and brought your other hand up to fondle his balls. Leaning forward and placing soft kisses on each one before running your tongue along the vein underneath his length, you listened intently to the various sounds that left his mouth.

Flicking your gaze up quickly to find Steve nodding his head in encouragement, you went back to the previous activity. Setting up a lazy rhythm of licks, kisses and gently squeezing hands, it didn't take long before Steve's restlessness surfaced and he reached down and hauled you swiftly to your feet. "Y/N, my sweet Y/N, I've told you now more than once that I love you, but if you don't hurry the fuck up then your ass and my hand are going to become intimately acquainted fairly lively."

"Language," you smirked with a giggle while kissing him quickly and sinking back down to the floor before taking as much of his cock as you could in one go. Starting up the same rhythm once again while now working your warm mouth all over his shaft, his moans above you and his hands on your head told you you were doing a satisfactory job.

Satisfactory swiftly jumped up a notch however, when you suddenly removed your mouth from him, took a lungful of air and placing your lips against his tip once more, tried to take him all . . . and take him you did. Feeling him slip down your throat as your nose became familiar with his pubic bone, you breathed through your nose as Steve let out the most sinful sounds above you.

"Oh fuck me." he stuttered out as you tapped his thigh to indicate that you needed to move. Now both working in tandem, you soon had his thighs quivering as he breathing above you became more labored. Moving faster as you continued to play with his balls, you were inexplicably caught off guard when Steve pulled you off him completely and dropped to his knees in front of you.

Breathing heavily now that both of you had nothing else to do, you wiped the moisture from your mouth before speaking. "Steve, is everything alright? Did I do something wrong?"

"Wrong? Sweetheart no. You were . . . oh my god . . ." he said breathlessly, leaning his forehead against yours, unable to find the words.

"Rocked your world did I, Rogers?" you giggled triumphantly and now he collapsed on the floor completely while dragging you with him.

"That you did," he smiled, "and honestly if that's what you've always been capable of then thank god your first boyfriend fell asleep."

Laughing now as that memory had finally been replaced by something so much better, Steve took you in his arms and began placing soft kisses everywhere and anywhere his lips could reach. Sucking long and hard from time to time, something told you he wanted to totally obliterate all thought of that douchebag, but in that moment you really didn't care. Finally happy with his work, his strength surprised you, when he lifted you up effortlessly and dumped you on the bed.

Getting comfy against the pillows as Steve climbed up and nestled himself between your legs, he rested his head on your stomach while you wondered if perhaps sleep was actually going to come calling. Feeling the imperceptible shift in your body, he lifted himself up on his elbows before putting your fears to rest. "Not sleeping sweetheart, just giving both of us a chance to catch our breaths. Unless of course you're good to go?"

"More than good, now let's see what you've got." you challenged and he couldn't help but laugh at the new found confidence that suddenly seemed to have blossomed within you. Crawling up your body while kissing and nipping along the way, you didn't fail to notice his lower body squirming against the sheets as his lips came up to meet yours. Devoring your mouth until you both needed oxygen just to keep going, Steve kissed your forehead before moving back down the bed.

Bending your legs and moving his shoulders firmly between your thighs, he reached out his hand to explore your waiting folds. Finding you already wetter than he expected, he ran his fingers along your slit and marveled at the moisture now glistening off his digits. "Looks like someone's fairly eager." he grinned as he brought his mouth down on your pussy, while his fingers returned to their previous ministrations.

Working his tongue up and down along your folds, you jolted slightly when his thick muscle found your clit just as a finger slipped into your welcoming heat. Sucking and licking while exploring your warm entrance, the sounds that escaped your lips told him you were loving everything he did. Adding another finger as he continued to suck and nip at your nub, you provided him with another surprise when his fingers reached a bit deep resulting in his thumb grazing your other hole.

"What the . . . ?" he questioned, pulling back to look directly into your confused face. "Sweetheart , do you like that?" he asked, poking his finger near your tightest hole once again. Giggling once again at the strange, yet pleasant sensation, you nodded your head before quickly grabbing his pillow and placing it over your face to hide your embarrassment. "Oh Y/N, you don't need to be embarrassed with me," and with that he brought his other hand to your core, scooped up some of your moisture and brought them down to your ass. Slowly working his fingers in and out, whatever discomfort you felt was quickly replaced by something else as he also returned to his previous activity.

Now feasting on your pussy like a man possessed while his hands successfully played with both your holes, your hands grabbed hold of the sheets beneath you and you held on for dear life as an unfamiliar feeling began to take hold of you. Listening to the sounds of moaning, slurping and squelching permeating throughout the room, these noises disappeared as the tension in your body finally shattered and your back arched off the bed as your arousal coated Steve's face.

Feeling like your soul had left your body, Steve continued to work you through your orgasm but lucky for you you somehow found the strength to push him from your over sensitive body. "No more Stevie, please." you huffed out as his concerned eyes met yours. "Is too much." you whined by way of explanation.

Grinning proudly like he'd just achieved his life's ambition, he sat up on his legs and stroked his cock lazily before slapping your pussy as he watched your eyelids droop close. Jolting upright from the shock, your eyes immediately focused in on his very hard, very red erection and the reality of what now awaited you finally hit you. Wondering how that thing was ever going to fit inside you, you questioned if he could read your mind when he leaned forward to whisper in your ear. "Don't worry so much my love, you were made for me," and with that, as his hand cupped your cheek, the one around his shaft guided it down to your entrance and slid in gently, before stopping at your barrier.

Continuing to kiss you slowly while telling you over and over how much he loved you, one jerk of his hips, a squeal from you captured by his mouth and your innocence was gone. Though nowhere near as painful as you imagined, you had to admit that the fullness was a bit overwhelming. Stilling inside you to give you some time to adjust, the moisture escaping your eyes had Steve worried that he might have hurt you. Reassuring him however that you were perfectly fine and that it was all just the intensity of the moment, your hips soon convinced him more than your words that everything was alright.

Pulling out slowly before plunging back in, you soon got tired of his delicate movements and promised him you wouldn't break. Rising to the challenge, his movements increased steadily and soon the room was once again filled with the various sounds of sexual activity. Groaning above you and you moaned beneath him, he completely took you by surprise when he flipped you over, slapped your ass and angled you in such a way that his cock hit parts of you you never knew existed. Feeling the tightness in your core once again that you now knew foreshadowed an impending orgasm, leaning forward across your back as his hips continued to thump against you, your mind was brought back to more earthly matters at the words now reaching your ears. "You using protection Y/N or are we winging it?"

Taking a moment for your sex addled brain to figure out exactly to what he was referring, you tried to form an adequate response before turning your head to face him. "Pull out if you want or else carry on. I'm honestly good with whatever happens."

Kissing you fiercely to hide the grin lighting up his features, Steve then returned to driving you both towards the edge before moving his hand down to your clit and rubbing furiously as you fell apart beneath him once again. Continuing to drive you higher towards another release, this time all your protests of "too much" were completely ignored as his thrust became more and more erratic until finally, with his hands digging into your hips, your walls clamped tight around his shaft which in turn set of a chain reaction within you.

Dousing your insides with stream after stream of warm cum as your own release gushed forth to meet his still hard erection, you wondered how much longer the high would last, when Steve suddenly rolled over onto his side, bringing you with him. Getting comfortable as wave after wave assaulted your body and his cock twitched within you, he gently dotted soft kisses along your neck and shoulders as you both tried to return to your earthly vessels.

Remaining snug inside you for as long as it took for his member to soften, he chuckled lightly to himself when the soft sounds emanating from your body indicated that sleep had finally claimed you. Pulling out while moving you gently, he headed to the bathroom to retrieve a washcloth and carefully cleaned you both up before joining you once again in the land of slumber.

Waking the next morning wrapped in strong arms and secured against a powerful body, the ache between your legs reminded you of the previous night's activities. Stretching out as best you could to test your body's reaction, you were pleased to find that you'd held up pretty well against the super soldier and speaking of, you took the opportunity to turn around and gaze on his sleeping form. Noticing how relaxed and peaceful he looked, you worried slightly that now he was just going to cast you aside. Opening his eyes however, it seemed one kiss and a "hello sweetheart" was all it took to melt your fears away.

Spending the next week exploring, not only the island, but also each other, you now knew that Steve was right. Walking along the beach hand in hand as had now become a ritual before retiring by the fire pit, you finally admitted to yourself at least, that the past week was perfect and you could no longer envision a life without Steve. "So you're telling me there's a chance." he probed hopefully as he pulled gently on your outstretched arm thus bringing you back to him as you walked a bit ahead.

Gazing at the man who had shown you a glimpse of heaven this past week, you smiled shyly up at him before whispering your reply. "Yeah Rogers, there's more than a chance."

Lifting you up and spinning you around as you squealed with unbridled delight, the joy that radiated off Steve seemed to take hold of you also as he suddenly stopped, carried you up to the deck and sealed your promise of forever under the stars, as one more week of exploration awaited you before your new life began in earnest.

Tagging:- @saiyanprincessswanie @nsfwsebbie @hoseokchild

#missys writing challenge

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kiwibirbs-library · 3 years ago

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Bc your event is so beautiful and amazing and you are so beautiful and amazing and you deserve every one of those followers and so much more and you are an amazing friend and- *deep breath*

I have a request.

How does 🍓+🍊+💧+ our lovely insomniac Shinsou sound?

Thank you in advance. Whatever yo write will be out of this world! 💞

a/n: I- I love you so much oh my god also I love how one of these was probably made specifically for shinsou lmao

300 followers event!

Pairing: shinsou x reader

Warning: one asshat of a guy in the mall

Summary: when you get stopped from beating a guy up at the mall by Shinsou, it's only right to thank him right?

🍓 - “So that’s flirting? Hm, I always thought it would be more smooth.”

🍊 - “oh my god no.” “What what’s wrong?!” “I’m in love with him…. HIM of all people???”

💧- “if you do not shut up and kiss me right now…”

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You were with a small group of the students that took a trip to the mall. In all honesty, it was supposed to be a grocery trip but after talking on the drive over you all agree that you wanted to go shopping a bit before going back to the dorms. You hummed along as everyone chatted in their groups. Mina and you talked about a great new songs while Midoriya rambled on about something to Todoroki and Shinsou. The boys walked in front of you two as you went so know one saw the weird guy coming until he spoke.

At first it was only you and Mina that heard his statement about how he loved school uniform skirts, both of you beginning to speed up a bit to catch up with the boys. And then he whistled.

Now this caught all five of your attentions. All three boys slowed a bit and tried to get you and Mina in front of them.

"What's wrong sweethearts? Why don't you slow down a bit and have a chat with me hmm?" he drawled, speeding up to catch up with you two. You looked back to glare at him and he smiled. It made you nauseous. "oh~, looks like this missy likes me. Guess Pinky over there isn't as smart as this one," you froze in your spot.

All four of of your friends eyes widened. You slowly turned around to the guy behind you all.

"wow and thats a UA uniform too. Can't believe they allowed pinky in then, she doesn't seem to bright," he laughed to himself.

"that's it," you launched yourself at him without a second thought. Shinsou barely had the time to wrap and arm around your waist and drag you back. You fought against his grip but he held you tight to the ground. "let me at em," you growled as the man backed away in shock.

"Y/n it's ok, let's just go," Mina whispered to you, flipping the guy off as she turned around and walked away. She linked arms with Todoroki and Midoriya, dragging them away as Shinsou threw you over his shoulder and followed them. You glared at the man as he speed walked away.

"so thats flirting? Hm, always thought it would be more smooth," Shinsou commented as he finally put you down on your feet. You scoffed.

"you should have let me pummle him," you growled under your breath. Shinsou put a hand against your lower back, making sure you didn't go back.

"not looking to get kicked out of the mall," he whispered. You rolled your eyes, despite your anger you felt your cheeks flush lightly at his action. You all spent the rest of the time slightly tense before heading back for the day.

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You groaned into Momo's pillow as the girls joined you on the large bed. Mina laughed as she laid next to you.

"trust me Y/n, I wanted to kick me too but flipping off and walking away is so much cooler," she laughed. You groaned a few noises that were probably supposed to be words even you didn't understand. "and besides," she leaned away from you and to the other girls, all of them leaning in a dipping the mattress. You rolled with the shift in weight, looking to all of them with a slight pout. "you did get some quality time with Shinsou," she giggled.

All the girls gasped as this.

"What?! Oh my god spill!" Higakure squealed. You blushed and rolled again, squeaking into Ochako's thigh.

"Weeell~ she tried to jump the guy right right!" Mina excitedly spoke to them all. "Shinsou grabbed her and carried her half way down the walk way and even after all that, he put a hand on her back to make sure she didn't do anything," Mina giggled. All the girls smiled brightly at this, Ochako lifted you up.

"He. Did. What?!" she giggled.

"What? It didn't mean anything!" you smiled and you spoke still, the thought of him.

"That smile says other wise," Jirou giggled. You rolled your eyes.

"Ok, ok, so what if he did smile at me really warmly. Or if he had a really pretty glint in his eyes as he talk to me..." you paused, eyes widening as you flipped back around and stared at the ceiling. “oh my god no.”

“What what’s wrong?!” Momo asked, leaning over you.

“I’m in love with him…. HIM of all people???” You almost whined as you covered your face with your hands. Sue laughed happily and grabbed your hand.

"Adorable!" she smiled. Your cheeks flushed bright red as you thought. You sat up and got off the bed.

"I need some water," you sighed, and rolled off the bed and went out the door. The girls cooed after you as you left. You tried to cool the heat in your face as went down to the kitchen, fanning your face slightly as you turned the corner.

Then you saw the lights were still on.

"Y/n?" you blushed at the sound of Shinsou's voice.

"heeeeyy Hitoshi," you poked your head in and he smiled at you warmly. You smiled happily and went to stand next to him. He set his cup down on the counter and leaned back on it. "whatcha doin?" You asked, hopping up onto the counter. He hummed.

"Couldn't sleep and thought that chocolate milk sounded good," he tapped the counter with his palms as you nodded.

"Same. Me and the girls were together and wanted some water," you kicked your feet out. Your legs brushed against his arm as it went. When you looked over you thought you were imagining his ears were flushed for a moment. When he turned to you, feeling your stare, you found the pink dusting his cheeks. You gulped. "oh um also uh... thank you, for earlier I mean," he tilted his head.

"what you mean catching you and stopping you from your pilot episode of the Y/n Villain Story?" he laughed.

"yeah that," you cleared your throat. "honestly if you didn't stop me I probably would have kicked him straight out the window. So thanks for carrying me and the hand on the back thing too. Honestly would have gone back but that made me freeze a bit," you laughed, not even thinking one what you were saying anymore.

"freeze?" he asked leaning closer to you.

"well ya why wouldn't I, I mean it's you and that sort of was out of no where and it made me really flustered. I didn't mind it though. Definitely not a bad thing in my opinio-" you stopped yourself as you register what the rambling topic was on.

"why'd you stop?" he smiled at you, flipping around so he leaned forward on the counter.

"stop what?" You coughed, looking away.

"Talking about that," he moved again, now if he moved a bit closer he would be fully in between your legs. You gulped at the croaked, lazy smile he gave you.

"well you know, isn't it wierd if I ramble about a guy that doesn't even like me ba-" Shinsou's brain shut off at what you were about to say. Did that mean that you...

“if you do not shut up and kiss me right now…” he stepped closer to you and put a hand on the back of your neck and pulling you in. Your eyes widened as his lips touched yours, smiling and closing them as your arms flung around his shoulders. He out a hand down on the counter next to you, leaning into you more. You laughed against him when you moved back a bit to breath. The only grumbled a bit, leaning in again. His kiss landed on your cheek as he made his way back to your lips. He felt your smile as he kissed you again.

"damn it I've been waiting to do that since forever now," he sighed against you. You were sure you cheeks were glowing at this point but you didn't care.

"I can taste your chocolate milk," you snorted. He laughed a bit as your wrap around him tightened slightly.

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forever-rogue · 4 years ago

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I’ve been listening to ‘tis the damn season far too many times to be healthy and idk about the end of the year, it’s always so depressive? So I’m thinking... how would Marcus Moreno comfort a girl in this situation? But they’re not officially together yet 😶💕

Perhaps some heartbreak? Perhaps some soft Marcus fluff? Both? Both!

Marcus Moreno x Fem!Reader ; warnings: slight language

Pedro Characters Masterlist

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The rain was falling down in absolute buckets and it was nearing one in the morning, and it was dark and freezing and... you shouldn't have been there, you shouldn’t have come, you shouldn’t have done a lot of things, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

You’d hastily thrown your things in the old, worn suitcase and gotten the soonest flight home. Home - your real home, the one you enjoyed being in, the one where you felt you alive and loved. Your parents’ home wasn’t home - not anymore anyway. It hadn’t been for a long time, and you should have realized that. Going back was a mistake; you should have stayed back and home and spent the holidays with Marcus and Missy, just how he had asked - insisted even. But no; you’d been stubborn and insisted that you hadn’t wanted to intrude on his celebration with his daughter, his family. You are family, Marcus promised sincerely, those chocolate brown eyes crinkling in the corners and that singular dimple proudly on display.

You panicked; your heart constricted and clenching as you listened to his words. And gods, you’d wanted to stay, wanted to say yes. But you couldn’t - couldn’t do it to your heart. You’d loved him so much it hurt, physically ached, sometimes, but you couldn’t tell him. What if he didn’t feel the same, what if he saw you as just a friend, a neighbor, something? You weren’t about to set yourself up for failure and a broken heart.

And yet...here you were, pounding on his door in the middle of the night, tears running down your cheeks as they mixed in with the fat, cold drops of rain. Heartbroken.

Joke was on you; you’d ended up in pain either way.

Tis the damn season, you’d scoff at yourself.

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself as you lowered your hand from the door. You couldn’t be doing - showing up at his door in the middle of the night and waking him up. It wasn’t fair to him; he was such a good man, and he didn’t deserve to be forced to deal with you in this state and to pick up the pieces. It would be cruel; he was much more than just a shoulder to cry and he didn’t need to do this for you. No, you’d go home and cry it out and pick yourself up by the bootstraps just like you’d done before, “fuck.”

You wiped at your wet eyes with your even wetter sleeve, bitterly laughing at your idiotic move and turning to walk back home. Maybe the walk in the cold rain would work to bring some sort of clarity to your mind or...something. It was almost cathartic in a way; to be forced to come to terms with the choices of your actions, and inactions, as you walked home in the silence of the wee morning hours.

Just as you got to the end of the driveway, you heard the door open slowly, followed by the most reverent whisper of your name that you’d ever heard. You turned on your heel, trying to keep your lip from trembling as you looked up at Marcus. He pulled the door fully open before running over to you without a moment of hesitation, or a care in the world as he easily became soaked as well.

“I'm sorry!" you almost yelled over the rain as he reached for your hand in order to pull you into the sanctuary of the warm house, "I didn't mean to wake you up. I-I-I should go."

"You didn't," he insisted, gently pulling you along with him, "I was in my office - I almost didn't hear you over the rain."

"Missy-"

"She's at her friend's house for the weekend," he explained as you relaxed and acquiesced to his touch and let him lead you inside, "but you are going to come in and warm up and tell me what's going on."

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“Better?” Marcus’ voice was soft as you padded back into the kitchen, now in a fresh new set of clothes - his clothes. He’d been insistent that you take a hot shower to warm up and gave you a clean set of pajamas. You hadn’t been expecting for them to be the softest things you’d ever worn, or for his smell to cling onto them as much. It was enough to make you weak in the knees as you had slipped them on, smelling of his soap, shampoo, and now sporting his clothes. His eyes flicked up when he saw you come in, his lips parting slightly as his tongue darted out to wet them; he hadn’t expected to quite feel that when he took in the sight of you in his clothes...but damn.

“Yes,” you nodded softly as you walked over to the him, pulling out one of the stools at the island and slipping onto it. Marcus had busied himself with making hot chocolate - complete with mini marshmallows, just like you loved, “thank you for everything, Marcus.”

“Don’t mention it,” he tried to play it off as cool, but relished in the small praise as he set the large mug in front of you, before grabbing his own and making his way around to you. You tried to suppress the wild beating of your heart as he took the spot next to you, his leg brushing against yours and causing a flurry of sparks to run down your spine.

The two of you sat in contemplative silence for a few moments, nothing but the sounds of your spoons in the mugs and the sipping of cocoa sounding in the quiet space. There was an ease, an instant sense of comfort and warmth that inhibited everything when Marcus was around. It was easy to know that this was home; nothing else mattered.

Before you could get too deeply lost in thought, Marcus gently nudged his leg against yours, capturing your attention. You turned to face, watching as he pulled off his glasses and tossed them onto the counter, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment. He looked tired, and a sense of annoyance at yourself settled into your bones. You shouldn’t have disturbed what was likely the only bit of peace he had experienced in a while. Marcus must have been a mind reader or something because he slowly shook his head and gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“It’s not you, hon-” he stopped himself but his would be pet name was not lost on either of you. It wasn’t usual for him to call you something sweet; honey, sweetheart, love. You just never thought much about it, chalking it up to him being a nice man who liked to give his people pet names. But this was different - there was something much more left to be said, “will you tell me what’s going on?”

“It’s silly,” you said softly, not sure if you wanted to humiliate yourself in front of him right now. Not sure if you wanted to delve into what both of you could feel bubbling up to the surface. But you couldn’t deny it any longer, both of you had been dancing around the issue, skirting it at best, for so long. Maybe this was the push in the right direction that you both needed, maybe it was time to stop running just because you were scared, “I...ugh, I shouldn’t have gone home to my parents.”

Marcus paused for a moment, nodding slowly in a knowing manner. The two of you had been friends - foolish oblivious friends - for years, and there were no secrets at this point, he knew you inside out and you knew him just as intimately, “you saw him.”

“Yeah,” you blew a long exhale before laughing at yourself, “I should have listened to you - it was stupid to go. It’s not home, it hasn’t been for a long time. This is home - you’re home.”

“What did he say?” Marcus’ hand closed tightly into a fist as he tried not to make his fuming too obvious, “did he-”

“No,” before you could stop yourself, you’d put your hand on his, slowly unclenching it from its closed position, inviting him to relax, “he just...nothing happened. He...he said I’d changed. That it was stupid for me to show up.”

“Why?” his breath hitched in throat as the word caught and he tried not to panic too much. Internally it was like the Kill Bill sirens were going off and his whole body was beating like his wild heart.

“He said even though it was just a mindless fuck, he couldn’t do it,” you admitted with a shaky breath, “that I didn’t belong there - back at my parents, back in that stupid town - anymore. That I should go back to my real home with the man I loved.”

“And what did you tell him?” Marcus was positive there were only a few times in his life when he’d been this nervous before - the day he’d gotten married, the day he found out he was going to be a father, the first time he’d held Missy in arms and now...this.

“I...I told him that it wasn’t possible,” you admitted softly, as Marcus’ eyes were glued onto yours, “because there was no way that the man I love would love me back. Because he is everything, and I am a mere...I’m just me. But I left and packed and got on the first flight back here - home.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Think what?”

“That the man that you love doesn’t love you?” your throat felt tight as you allowed yourself to look up and met his eyes. His expression was soft - gentle - and the ghost of a smile was tugging on the corners of his mouth.

“Because you could never love me, Marcus,” you finally said it out loud, answering the silent question that had been lingering between the two of you for so long.

“And why is that?”

“Look at you,” you blinked back a few tears, “you’re amazing and wonderful and you’re perfect and I am such a mess. I couldn’t even...I show up on your doorstep, a crying pathetic mess, and here you are, amazing as always and picking up all the pieces. I - fuck - I would never flatter myself into thinking you loved me.”

“I do,” he said softly, turning to face you properly and reaching for your face to gently cradle it in his large hands. His gaze was intense as he studied you, and your stomach dropped. Did he...was he… he loved you? Marcus wiped away the single tear that had rolled down your cheek, “yeah, I do love you, honey. I have for a long time now - we both know it. I think we just got so scared, so caught up in ourselves that we never said it.”

“Oh,” you looked at him with the sweetest expression as he just beamed at you, “I...I love you, Marcus. I have wanted to say that to you forever, but I was so nervous...I just never…”

Before you could continue to ramble, Marcus leaned over and kissed you; it was soft, and gentle, sweet - but with a hint of longing as you practically melted into his touch. Kissing him was, to put it simply, utterly perfect. There was no fumbling awkwardness and no learning curve, it just was.

When you pulled back for a breath of air, he held you close, closing his eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours, his nose nuzzled against yours.

“I…” you sighed softly, contentedly, as you chased his lips with your own for a few more kisses, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he promised firmly, “you are home - you are family. Please don’t ever doubt that again.”

“How could I?” you whispered, “when you make me feel like this? I am never happier than when I’m with you, with Missy - never.”

“Neither are we,” he promised, “you are everything, just like you think I am. I will never let you forget that.”

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