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HOME // Bucky Barnes

Request: Could you do a Bucky Barnes imagine where he blips but the reader is pregnant so when he comes back he meets their daughter? If not that’s totally understandable and I hope you have an amazing day/night 💕

A/N: Look, I love writing angsty Bucky. But I also love writing happy Bucky. Hope y’all love reading this ♥  Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated.

Join my taglist here! [additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]

Thanos being defeated was not the end of it all. It seemed like it. The grand heroic solution to all problems. The ultimate test before things got better. Before they got easier.

That was a lie.

Bucky looks across the vast area of the Stark’s estate as people, all dressed in black, mourn the loss of a dear friend, an idol, a husband, a father.

That word sends a wave of anxiety and fear through him. He knows he can’t run forever and really, he doesn’t want to. He just doesn’t know how to deal with — everything. How to be the man he needs to be. How to step up and not fuck this up.

Sometimes fear makes you do stupid things, really stupid things. Like avoiding the love of your life because you are too afraid of what she might think of you.

His eyes find (Y/N) as she leans against a tree, lips pulled into a sad smile as Sam rambles about one thing or another next to her. This isn’t right. Sam shouldn’t be the one cheering her up and trying to get her to smile. It should be him. If only he wasn’t such a coward.

People don’t talk about these things though. They only talk about those that had been gone now being back again. They talk about the joy of being reunited but not the fears, the sadness, the disappointment — and they sure as hell don’t talk about the guilt.

The guilt of coming back after 5 years to find out you missed so many important moments in the life of a child you never knew you had.

His eyes wander down towards the little girl holding on tightly to her mother’s hand. She has his eyes, his dark hair, his lips. She’s a spitting image of his younger sister. A Barnes through and trough.

Every time he looks at her his heart beats out of his chest in a way he’s never felt before. When they say that the love for your own child is an instant emotion, they are not wrong or exaggerating.

The moment he came back from oblivion and first laid eyes on her, it felt like his heart had known her all his life. He wanted to hold her and shelter her from all the bad things the world might throw her way. Wanted to kiss her little nose and read her stories and sing her silly little songs. He hated singing but for her, he wanted to do it. Just because that’s what dads do.

But fear is one hell of an emotion and above all, it’s terribly convincing.

He’d never had a particularly good example of a father. It was different times then. Different ways of raising your child. Fathers weren’t meant to show affection, they were meant to enforce rules and order. How could he ever be good at this? He doesn’t have a single clue how to do any of this.

And then there’s the fact that he’s left (Y/N) alone to deal with all of this. Every first has been forever taken from him. First breath, first cry, first word, first steps. Every little thing.

Would she resent him for it? For not being there when it mattered?

So he ran. He came back and he ran.

She doesn’t deserve this and neither does (Y/N). They deserve so much better.

“ It’s time Buck. “ Steve speaks up as he leans against the porch railing next to his oldest friend.

“ Are you still sure about this? “ Bucky asks, not taking his eyes off of his girls. His stomach feels like he’s swallowed a bag of bricks. Life was supposed to be easier after Thanos. This isn’t easy. This is just scary. And sad.

“ That, “ Steve says and nods his head towards (Y/N) and the girl “ that’s your second chance. I gotta take mine. “

Bucky turns to look at his friend trying to figure out what to say next but coming up empty. What do you say to that? Steve deserves to be happy. He deserves to be where his heart always has been. Does it mean Bucky thinks it’s the right choice? Not necessarily. But he understands. Had it been him and (Y/N) he would’ve crossed time and space to be with her.

Which is ironic to think because now all he does is avoid her. Because that’s the coward he is.

“ Alright let’s go. I’ll grab Bruce you do — whatever you gotta do. “

He dares to send one last look towards (Y/N) and this time she’s looking back with a soft eye and a timid little smile on her lips. None of which he is deserving of.

Steve let's go of Sam, parting with one last friendly slap on the back before turning towards Bucky.

Bucky's throat feels dry and rough and while his head is swirling with words he wants to say, none of them really make it past his lips. He's known about Steve's idea for a few days now, has had time to let it settle and come to terms with it. It still breaks his heart but sometimes that's what you do for the people you love. You support them on their path to happiness even if it hurts you in the process.

"I'll miss you," Bucky finally manages to say and he wraps his arm around his friend's shoulder. "You'll always be my brother."

"I know. I'll miss you too. But I know you're in good hands." Steve responds and lets his gaze wander towards the house, no doubt talking about (Y/N) and the kid.

"Promise me something, Buck." He says as he pulls away.

"Anything."

"Talk to (Y/N) and get to know your daughter. She's a Barnes through and through. And she loves you so much, they both do. Let them. Love 'em back."

"Kid doesn't even know me," Bucky murmurs, nervously glancing at the floor.

"What? You really think that? Buck, all we did for the last 5 years was try to keep your memory alive. For us but especially for her. We showed her pictures and videos and (Y/N) told her so many stories. She knows you and she loves you and for the first time in her life, she's living in a world where her dad is alive and present. Go, be with them. You guys need each other."

He's right. Of course, he's right. Steve has this fantastic ability to be right when it matters.

“And don’t do anything stupid until I get back!” Steve adds, making a small smile appear on Bucky’s face.

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you. “

They embrace each other one last time before Bucky whispers another “I’ll miss you” and Steve tells him that “It’ll be okay, Buck”.

And then everything happens so fast. One moment he’s living in a world where his best friend is by his side and a minute later all of that has forever changed.

Bucky wipes his eyes with the back of his hand one last time before looking at himself in the mirror. He knew this moment was coming, Steve told him. He had time to come to terms with it and yet it’s a completely different situation now that it’s done. Parting with the only family you’ve ever known breaks your heart in ways you’ve never known are possible.

As he steps out of the bathroom something solid crashes against him and as he looks down, a pair of identical blue eyes stare back at him. He’s not been this close to her since he found out about her, keeping her at a distance. To protect her.

His arm was made to kill how could it ever hold a child and keep it safe?

She stares at him for a moment before a small “Hi” falls from her lips. It’s shy and timid and adorable and all Bucky wants to do is cuddle her to his chest and never let her go.

He doesn’t get the chance though as another little girl rushes past them and calls out to his daughter to follow her which she does.

“Who is that?” Bucky hears Morgan question.

“That’s my daddy, but I don’t think he wants to see me. Mommy says he needs time but —“

He doesn’t hear the rest of her words as the girls round the corner and get swallowed by the sounds of the other guests still mulling around sharing stories about their fallen hero.

But it’s enough. He doesn’t need to hear more. Those words are enough to rip his heart out of his rib cage, crush it up into a million little pieces, and spread it in the winds, never to be able to be put together ever again.

“Hey have you seen — oh Bucky are you okay?”

He doesn’t deserve her tenderness, her kindness, and her care, and yet she still exudes the same love she’s always held for him. Love he was never deserving of from the beginning.

It doesn’t matter at that moment though, who deserves what and who doesn’t. He’s too caught up in the breaking of his own heart. So he falls into her arms as silent tears slowly but surely make their way down his cheeks.

“She thinks I don’t want to see her.”

“Who does?” (Y/N) says as she gently combs her fingers through his long hair.

“My own daughter. “

(Y/N) pulls away slightly, holding onto his shoulders and looking deep into his eyes.

“Are you ready to talk about this now? Ready to stop avoiding me ?”

Bucky only nods and lets her lead him outside past the guests and down to the lake where it’s quiet and serene and life seems to slow down a little. She keeps holding on to his hand, his vibranium one, as they settle on a bench facing each other.

“ I missed you, Bucky.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

He’s been told those words so many times and it’s still hard to believe in them. Even when he knows they’re true. There will always be a hint of doubt since him. Always.

“I don’t — I don’t want her to think I don’t love her. Or want to be with her. I do love her very much. More than I have ever loved another person, including you, and you are my everything. I’m just overwhelmed and — and scared.” He admits. It’s the first time he says those words to anyone but himself. It feels good. It feels right. But it doesn’t take the fear away or the guilt.

“James, she knows you love her. Not a day went by that I didn’t tell her how much her daddy loves her and wants to be with us. And it’s okay to be scared. I was scared and I only had to deal with a baby, not an opinionated 4-year-old. It’s okay to be scared but you can’t let the fear hold you back. You’re the bravest man I know. You laugh in the face of danger. What changed?”

“Stakes are higher this time. What’s losing my life compared to ruining my daughter’s?”

“You’re not gonna ruin anyone’s life, Buck.” (Y/N) exclaims and softly pets the side of his face. She’s always been so gentle with him. Such a contrast to the touches he was used to.

“I don’t know the first thing about being a dad. Mine wasn’t a very good example. I have been trained to kill, to cause pain. My arm is a weapon.”

“Your arm has shielded me from bullets and harm so many times. It’s held me close at night and wipes my tears when I was sad. Your arm is only a weapon if you use it like that. And all the other stuff, that’s not you anymore. You know this. “

He can see the treads now welling in her eyes too and it makes his heart twist and constrict in many painful ways.

“And I left you alone during all of it. Missed the last 4 years of her life and the entire pregnancy. How am I gonna make up for that, for leaving you alone?”

It feels like once he’s started talking he can’t stop. All his fears and worries flow from his lips like tidal waves in an ocean. Crashing against the shore of truth.

“You didn’t leave us Bucky. You were taken from us. We never blamed you for that. I know you wanted to be there. I never doubted that for a second. Look, I had 9 months to come to terms with my fears, you didn’t have any time to face them. I get why you are freaking out but uh — it’s time to step up. You know what makes a good dad? Being there when he can be. Showing he cares. Can you do that?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think I can.” Bucky promises and smiles a smile of content. One of hope. His fears and his guilt aren’t gone. But maybe if she believes in him and Steve does, maybe he can be the man and the father he needs to be.

“Good. We really do love you, Buck.”

“As in present tense?”

“Of course. We never stopped. Now can I ask one more thing of you?”

“What’s that?” In the end, it wouldn’t really matter. Whatever she asks he’ll do it. For her, he’ll do anything.

“Can you kiss me? I’ve been waiting for 5 years to finally kiss you again. I can’t hold out much longer. “

He grants her not one kiss, not two. In fact, he loses count as they get lost in many many loving kisses. Maybe, Bucky thinks, soulmates really are a thing. Maybe there are people on this earth meant to find each other. Meant to go through hardships together and still find their way back to one another in the end.

Whatever one chooses to believe in. Bucky is certain she is his person in this life and the next and through whatever might come their way.

He’s sitting on the big red couch in (Y/N)’s apartment, nervously fumbling with the tassels on one of the throw pillows as his eyes wander around the room. There are so many pictures, hung on the walls and placed on side tables and shelves. His child’s entire life up to now, caught on film for him to relive if only in his mind.

There are pictures of him too. One of him and Steve in the 40s, laughing and leaning against each other in support. (Y/N) always said it was one of her favorites. “You’re so happy in it. That’s how happy I want you to be all the time.” She’s told him once.

Next to a picture of (Y/N) and their daughter is a picture of him. He’s sure it’s placed there deliberately. To remind everyone he is a part of this family, even when he wasn’t there.

He is here now though. The next picture put up will be one of all three of them.

The front door opens and a melody of voices echoes through the place. (Y/N)’s laughter and the sweet giggle of his little girl. It’s his favorite sound in the world, he decided then and there. Nothing will ever compare.

The girl rushes into the room then comes to an abrupt stop in front of him.

“Hi,” she says in the same small voice as she did at the Stark’s house. Only this time Bucky doesn’t just stand and stare at her, unable to move or speak.

This time he holds out his arms and speaks up.

“Hi, I — I'm sorry it has taken me so long. I don’t know what I was thinking. I love you, Darling. Can I hug you?”

She doesn’t say yes or no, doesn’t glance at his vibranium arm with hesitance of fear. She falls right into him, wrapping her little arms around his neck and cuddling into his chest. It feels like this is where she belongs, like this is where she was always meant to be. Like his arms were made to hold her and never let go. And maybe, Bucky thinks, maybe they were.

“I love you too, daddy.”

He liked being a sergeant. It’s a title that has always filled him with pride. It has nothing on the title of being a dad. That one means so much more. Fills him with a pride and love he’s never previously known.

For the next few moments, he gets lost in the feeling of holding his child. A perfect little girl who is part of him. The good. Only the good. It all comes together in her. No nightmares or guilt or fears. Only love. So much love. He holds her close to his heart, wishing he could’ve done this when she was just a baby. Feel her heart beat in rhythm with his. He places little kisses up and down her small face. On her chubby little cheeks and her cute bottom nose, making her scrunch it up and let out soft giggles.

It’s strange to be the man he is and act so gently with another human being. But it feels so right.

His eyes find (Y/N)’s across the room, filled with tears though this time they are happy ones. With an outreached hand he beckons her over and pulls her onto the couch and into the hug.

This is right. Nothing has ever felt this real. This happy. This perfect.

His girls cuddle into him with nothing but love filling their hearts. This is the life he wants, the one he has always wanted. The life he fought for. The life he will never stop fighting for.

Steve was wrong. They aren’t his second chance.

They’re his only chance.

His destiny.

His family.

His home.

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all for her [2]

pairing: dad!bartender!tom x female!reader

warnings: excessive drinking, cursing, mentions of blood, violence, etc.

summary: a single-dad bartender, a supportive best friend and their continuous, unrequited love noticed by his optimistic daughter. is it possible to break a heart they never knew they had?

word count: 10.8k!

the soundtrack:  dancing with your ghost - sasha sloan, chinese satellite - phoebe bridgers, never the 1 - rosie, waiting room - phoebe bridgers, guilty conscience - 070 shake

a/n: im so happy with the response from part 1 & excited that part 2 is now here!!! i think i’ll try to end with the next part but..... who knows. again, thank y’all for the feedback & hope you enjoy!

— masterlist ☆彡

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The night Summer was left on Tom’s doorstep was one he would never forget.

He moved into his apartment a month before and it was becoming more than the four, blank walls. It was in a quiet neighborhood, facing out to a street view of family-owned businesses and a bus stop. People passed the street often during the day, a good opportunity for people-watching from his small terrace. But when he closed the windows and locked the door, the feeling of being alone quickly settled in for the first time in his life. 

The thought of being independent was reliving now that he had a part-time job. He'd be able to live off his earnings with no guilt and bring whoever he wanted without disturbing his roommates. Even though he had his own place of solitude and privacy, Tom still managed to visit you at campus now that he was closer compared to the hours of driving before. He considered it as a pro to moving, but he really just needed any reason to just have you close.

Most times you’d come over, saying you had homework and studying to do, but with Tom, you never got anything done in one sitting. You made dinners together or ordered something in the middle of the night, watch movies interrupted by your playful comments or you would take a nap between your classes while he did his work.

The two of you were inseparable now throughout college, not stuck with the limited possibilities of what your small hometown gave to you. Everything was going smoothly and Tom was looking forward to what his future looked like, maybe even see you ending up together, but things took a turn when he opened the door and saw Summer, small and swaddled, in the baby carrier at his feet.

It was a Sunday, having your ideal night-in watching your favorite movie, and ordering food for dinner. Your head rested on Tom’s lap, your eyes trying to focus on the TV but they fluttered. Tom had his arm around the back of the couch with his right foot on the coffee table. Sometimes he’d glance down at you, making sure you didn’t fall asleep because you had more studying to do, but he gently shook you every few minutes when he thought he heard your light snores.

“Hmm, I’m awake.” You grumbled.

“Judging from your snoring, I don’t think you are.” He smiled, moving your hair out of your face.

Your face scrunched together, “I don’t snore.”

“You don’t? Not like this?” He jeered, making an obnoxious noise as he leaned his head back.

You pressed your face against his cheek, tilting his head to the side and lightly gripping at his hair. Laughs and giggles echoed the apartment as you fought like kids, Tom’s hand holding your wrist to push it away from his face until the doorbell rang.

“Finally! I’m starving.” You said, thinking the Chinese food was here.

You jumped up from the couch, walking into the kitchen to get plates. Tom chuckled as he headed toward the door, “Are you excited? I couldn’t tell.” He said sarcastically, grabbing the tip money off the kitchen counter.

The baby was asleep, her chubby cheeks were a rosy pink as well as her lips. She looked peaceful bundled in a soft, yellow blanket, but fear instilled within Tom. He wasn’t sure what to do, his mind starting to race and his heart beating faster. He took a few steps into the hall and looked both ways. It was ominous how no one was around, yet there was someone at the door a few seconds ago.

“Hello?” He shouted, his hands against each side of the doorframe.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “What’s going on?” You nervously chuckled.

The moment your eyes met the baby at Tom’s feet, your mouth slightly gapped with a trailed gasp.

“This has to be a joke…” Tom trailed.

You kneeled, reaching for the note tucked in by her leg. It was on a torn piece of notebook paper with Tom’s name scribbled on the front in pencil.

“I can’t take care of her. Please understand. Maggie.” You read off, biting your bottom lip.

He continued to stare at Summer, her hair barely grown and her skin so pink. He assumed she had been born a few weeks ago, maybe months. All he could process was that there was a baby on his doorstep and he had no idea what to do.

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It took a few minutes to get Maggie calm, but they went in the hall to talk so Summer didn’t wake up. It was none of your business, but you still stood close to the door with your back against the wall as their muffled conversation faded in and out.

“How did you even find me?” Tom asked.

“None of your business.” She snapped, “I don’t know why this is  such a big deal.” Maggie chimed, crossing her arms.

Tom scoffed, “Because you’ve never made any effort to see her and suddenly, you want to come and pick her up and take her like she’s a puppy in an ad you found this morning.”

She smiled in spite, “Don’t talk to me like that-”

“How else am I supposed to act? You just told me she’s not mine!”

“Because she’s not! I had to dump her on someone!”

Every word that came out of Maggie’s mouth felt like a repeating stab in the heart. He couldn’t believe anything she said, convinced he hated her at that moment, but he somehow held his head high because he knew he’d fight for Summer no matter what Maggie could tell him.

“You’re not taking her. End of discussion.” Tom uttered, tears welling up in his eyes.

Maggie reached into the back pocket of her denim jeans, pulling out a folded piece of paper, and forcefully handed it to Tom. He stared at it for a few seconds, his hand lightly shaking as he slowly opened it by the ends.

“You still think I’m lying?” She scoffed as they both glared at the paper.

It was Summer’s birth certificate, dated on this day six years ago which made time seem so fast. His dry, tired eyes searched the paper until they locked to the father’s name box, a name he didn’t know and certainly wasn’t his.

“Either I call the police now or you give her… right here, right now,” Maggie growled with no hesitation.

Tom clenched his jaw, “You can’t-”

“I sure as hell can… and we both know you’re not dumb so, just give her to me.” She demanded as if Tom could process all of this while his world was crashing around him.

Tom licked his lips, sealing them to hide the pain that ached in his heart and spread throughout every nerve of his body. A single tear fell down his cheek, but he quickly wiped it with the back of his hand. Tom wanted to composed himself to stay strong, but he didn’t know he could crumble so easily from a small number of words.

“Can we do this tomorrow? I just wanna spend one more day with her.” He asked politely, the whites of his eyes now a light pink.

She stood there, not saying anything and her arms were still crossed.

“Please… Maggie.” Tom pleaded, feeling a bit pathetic.

Tom thought back to that conversation, replaying it in his head so much that he didn’t sleep all night. His constant shifting throughout the night didn’t let either of you get much sleep, but it’s not like you were either, laying there and wondering how much you could do. 

You were surprised he didn’t cry, shout or lash out in some random outburst of pure anger. It’s what you would’ve done, but you knew that Tom was trying to convince himself it wasn’t real. The denial would eat him alive, only because he believed Maggie was telling the truth and would take Summer no matter how hard he thought of a way to not let her.

“Tom?... Tom!” Your voice seemed miles away.

Tom glanced up to meet your eyes, letting out an embarrassed chuckle as his ears tinted pink. The sounds within the diner became audible to him, not remembering how he got lost in a daze. 

“In your own little world again?” You grinned, knowing that he was always one for thinking too much.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m fine.” Tom rubbed his hands down his face and straightened his back against the booth.

You sealed your lips, “You can talk to me about-”

“I’m fine, Y/N.” He retorted, nodding his head at you.

“Okay…” You trailed.

When his whole world was turned around the night before, you choose to not take his short attitude personally. All you could do was be there for him and you wanted to try your best. Seeing his hand rested on the table, you placed yours on top and reassured him, “It’s gonna be okay.”

He didn’t look at you, but you laid your head on against his shoulder. You caressed your thumb over his skin before grasping his hand and giving it a light squeeze. You brushed your cheek against his black hoodie, smelling the fresh lavender and nuzzling against his arm to remind him that you weren’t planning on leaving or letting him go.

Summer ran down the empty aisle, jumping into the booth and she laughed to herself, “I got this!”

You leaned up from Tom so he could see what she had in her small hand. Her casted arm rested on the table, signatures written all over it from her birthday party.

“It’s for you.” Summer smiled, putting the object in Tom’s hand.

He glanced at it, seeing a small plastic container with a yellow top sealing it. Inside was a cheap ring with the metallic paint partially chipped off and there was a blunt blue jewel in the middle.

“You sure you want to give it to me? It’s so pretty.” Tom managed to smile back at her, observing the ring.

“Yeah, Daddy. I promise.” She grinned, her tongue between her teeth as she flashed another smile that he thought resembled his.

Tom didn't want to believe that someone so full of spite and bitterness could be her mother, but he didn't have the heart to tell her. No matter how much he could hate Maggie for what she’s doing, Tom couldn’t ruin their possible relationship because she was her mother.

After the three of you finished your late breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and bacon, you got up to use the restroom, but also gave time for Tom to say his last goodbyes to Summer alone. You rubbed Tom’s shoulder before you slipped out of the booth, keeping your eyes on him until you turned the corner.

Tom grinned at her, but he still wasn’t sure how to tell Summer about Maggie other than she was spending the night with her for a while, thinking she would take to it but instead a confused look painted on her round face.

“I thought Y/N was my mommy.” She admitted even though he had denied her multiple times that you were.

He couldn’t hide his smile, “I’ve told you she’s not. She’s my friend. My best friend.”

“Daddy, I don’t want to go. I wanna stay with you and Y/N.” Summer persisted, placing her blue crayon down. She always got a wrinkle between her eyebrows when they furrowed.

“It’ll be a few days,” Tom assured, but he didn’t know.

“But, I don’t wanna.” She whined, bouncing a bit in her seat.

As much as he wanted to, Tom couldn’t say no. He knew this was going to happen before he could know anything else was going behind his back with Maggie. Summer pouted her lips as her mood changed, leaning back with her hair pushed up against the booth.

Tom shifted over, “Come here.” He asked her, patting where you were sitting earlier.

Summer wiggled out of her side of the booth, touching her feet to the ground before quickly lifting herself into the seat and curling up next to Tom. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed the top of her hair, feeling an instant warmth even though she was so tiny. It was as if he blinked and was surprised to see her growing so fast. His sweet daughter went from a toddler with bright blue paint on her hands and knees and blossoming into a young girl with ideas that could reach the moon and back.

“It’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna have so much fun. I promise.” He sniffled, his voice cracking a bit.

“Pinky promise?” She asked, lifting her casted arm to him.

His lip quivered, but Tom quickly smiled, “Promise… and we always keep our promises, right?”

She nodded, wrapping her tiny pinky around his then squeezing it tight, “Always, daddy.”

Tom remembered when she was only able to wrap her whole hand around that same finger, wondering where the time went. He wanted to go back to when she barely had hair on her head or when he had to follow her around the room when she started to crawl, as she grabbed at stray cords or tried to get under the couch. 

“You have all your stuff?” Tom asked her.

“Mhmm, got my colors and favorite books.” Summer nodded, grabbing a piece of bacon off Tom’s place, “Do you think she’ll read them in the voices? Like you and Y/N do?”

Tom sealed his lips, “Maybe if you ask her nicely.” He cracked a smile, moving Summer’s hair out of her face.

As you walked up to the booth, Tom lifted his head and mouthed to you that he was okay. In the bathroom, you had to compose yourself before Maggie showed up. No excuse could make this situation better and all you could do was be patient and be there for Tom. While that was easier to think of, you knew as soon as you made contact with her bright green eyes, all you wanted to do was yell and protest that she doesn’t deserve to feel good about this.

“What did I miss? Anything interesting?” You joked, trying to keep the mood light.

“Daddy said I’m gonna have a lot of fun this weekend.” Summer mentioned, smiling at you with her crooked smile.

You gulped, your throat feeling dry, “Yeah, lots of fun.” You forced a grin.

The low music over the speakers filled the silence, not knowing what to say about this, especially in front of Summer. Tom kept his arm wrapped around his shoulder, but he stared out of the window with his hand on his chin, slightly covering his mouth. He didn’t want to cry, he was trying, but the more Tom thought about how there was a chance he couldn’t get Summer back, the more he dug deep to find a way to stop it.

“Hi, Tom.”

He quickly turned his head, seeing Maggie standing in front of the booth. She wore a sleek leather jacket with a maroon shirt underneath and it intimidated Summer. She furrowed her faint eyebrows, but Tom pulled back his arm around her.

“Hey, Maggie.” He didn’t look in her eyes.

She didn’t pay you any mind, choosing to ignore that you were sitting right there, but it’s not like you wanted her to give you any attention.

Summer scooted out of the booth along with Tom, both of them standing across from Maggie. There’s no doubting it was an awkward situation, but nevertheless, Tom continued to stay mature about it. He grabbed Summer’s backpack off the ground, helping her put both her arms through the straps.

“Okay, kid. I’ll see you in a few days.” Tom chuckled with his hands on Summer’s shoulders.

“Promise?” She asked, her big eyes so glossy.

He immediately clenched his jaw, knowing lying to her would hurt like a stab to his heart, but maybe it was for the better right now. There were many ways he could reply that didn’t sound like the lie it was yet he couldn’t come up with anything except, “Promise.” because he knew he would try to keep it as much as he could from where he stood.

Summer wrapped her arms around his legs as tight as she could, “I love you, daddy.” She mumbled.

“I love you too. Always.” He said before kissing the top of her head.

She looked over her shoulder at you sitting in the booth, not forgetting to say goodbye to you too. Summer walked up and got on her knees in the booth, feeling them sink into the cushion. Her small arms wrapped around you and you giggled, giving her a tight squeeze back.

“Bye, Y/N.”

“Bye, Summer.” You grinned, giving her a last glance.

She shimmed once more and stood in front of Maggie, still standing there with her arms crossed and one of her eyebrows arched.

“Let’s get going,” Maggie said, her happy tone sounding forced.

Without caring to hold Summer’s hand, Maggie began to walk away, but Summer stood still. Her little heart was racing, not sure what to do even though she was told to go with this strange woman who was supposedly her mom.

Tom glanced at Summer, his lips going to the side as he watched tears well up in her eyes. She sniffled, looking down at her feet and her body felt frozen. It was a new feeling to her, not knowing why she was suddenly so scared. It reminded Tom of her first day of kindergarten. She hid behind his leg while they stood in the hallway and all the kids slowly filled the room. He tried to nudge her to meet a new friend, maybe talk about her hobbies, but she was gripping on his jeans from how scared she was.

Just like he did on her first day of school, Tom kneeled on one knee in front of her. He angled his head to look into her eyes, trying to see her full face. He tilted her chin up and wiped her tears with his thumb, catching them as they ran down more.

“Hey, you remember when we saw the penguins at the zoo?” He grinned.

She nodded, her lip pouted.

“And you remember what the zookeeper said? That penguins always find each other, no matter where they are or how far they are... they’ll always find their way back to the colony… and just like penguins, we always find our way home too.” Tom explained, fixing the end of her jacket.

“Really, daddy?”

“Of course. You’re gonna have to keep your head up for a few days though.” He gulped, a small smirk on his lips.

Summer leaned in, wrapping her arms around Tom’s neck again and he coiled her arm around her, squeezing her arm tight. He left a quick kiss on her temple and Tom slowly stood up, trying to pull himself away so it didn’t become harder to leave her.

Maggie stood a few feet away, a bit of disappointment in her eyes. She thought this was going to be the easy part of this process, but it proved harder now that she could visibly see the bond Summer and Tom had created. You watched her lips pin together, not knowing what to do but stand there until they were done talking.

“I love you.” Summer said to Tom again.

“Love you more, kid.” He chuckled, his voice breaking from holding back his tears, “Remember to keep your cast dry. Okay?”

She slipped away from his arms and Tom’s heartfelt heavier the more he said his goodbyes. Summer held her head high and walked up to Maggie, lifting her hand up for her to hold. Maggie hesitantly reached for it, but she glanced at Tom for some kind of permission to. Tom sealed his lips and you slid out of the booth, standing behind him as you watched the two of them walk outside the diner.

“She’ll be back soon.” You whispered, rubbing his tense shoulder.

“Yeah…” He trailed, forcing a grin for you. Tom knew he didn’t have to fake his emotions for you, but right now, he didn’t want to admit he was torn apart inside.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜

The days didn’t pass by as quickly as Tom hoped. He didn’t realize how fast work was when he had Summer to come home to. It was hard for him to get out of bed, make meals for himself or concentrate on anything he was doing. Luckily, you were there for him or, at least, tried to be. You weren’t sure what would happen to your friendship after your sudden kiss, but you felt like it was inappropriate to bring up with what happened after it. Even though the status of your possible relationship was unknown and your feelings were still strong, you were there for Tom no matter what.

In the morning, you stirred in the sheets and felt the soft fabric of the pillow against your cheek. As you reached your arm over on Tom’s side of the bed, your hand brushed over the cotton linens which made you slowly open your eyes. The duvet was folded over and his pillow was propped up, showing you he had been up for a while before he got up. You let out a long yawn, stretching your arms and legs and feeling the cold air against your skin.

You walked around the bed, grabbing the blanket at the end of it and wrapping it over your shoulders before leaving the bedroom. When you got to the end of the hallway, you saw Tom sitting on the couch with a box in his lap and a few pictures scattered on the cushion. Your lips went to the side as you approached him, trying to be quiet but the sound of the floor creaking made Tom look over his shoulder.

“Morning.” You grinned, standing behind the couch.

You ran your hands over his hair, playing with it before you looked at the pictures. They were of Summer since she was a baby, most of them were birthday pictures or other special events, like when she lost her first tooth or the first time she stood up. Tom cherished the memories, hoping they would make him happy, but all they did was remind him how he felt like a failure.

“Good morning. How’d you sleep?” Tom asked, his voice groggy and deep.

“Fine, and you?” You replied as you trailed your hand from his hair, walking over to the kitchen.

“Good.” He lied, running his thumb against his left eye before grabbing another picture.

It was Summer’s first Halloween and he dressed her up in the homemade lion costume you worked so hard on. He half-smiled thinking about when you drew in a nose with black paint and she scrunched her face, the bristles of the brush tickling before Summer sneezed. Before you could warn her, she wiped her nose with her hand and you and Tom couldn’t help but laugh. With Halloween just around the corner, his smile fell wondering if they would have another one together.

“Here you go. Dark and two sugars.” You softly said, handing him a cup of coffee, just the way he liked it.

“Thank you.” He weakly smiled, taking a short sip.

“How are you feeling?” You asked.

Tom placed his cup of coffee on the table and collected the pictures so you could sit beside him.

“Better. I got a little more sleep.” He muttered and set the box of pictures on the floor.

You pulled off the fuzzy blanket on the arm of the couch before you sat down, laying it over your and Tom’s lap. Your crisscrossed your legs, holding your mug in your lap while Tom put his free arm around your shoulders. When you turned your head to Tom, he didn’t have the same natural glow to him. 

He was struggling to find some kind of closure, but the lack of communication with Maggie made it hard for him to not overthink. There were no calls and rarely a text. Tom was going crazy, replaying the last moments with Summer in his head.

“Maybe you can skip work today.” You suggested, rubbing the top of his leg.

Tom nodded, “I can’t. I need the tips. Hopefully, I can get Halloween night. I’ll be able to cover child support for the month.” He rubbed the back of his neck, closing his eyes as he tilted his head toward the ceiling.

Your lips went to the side, “Did Maggie say when you’d see Summer?”

He sighed, “No. I haven’t heard anything either.”

“That can’t be legal.”

��Summer’s not mine, Y/N. I don’t get to see her when I want.” Tom retorted as if he was defending her.

“You know that’s not true. It doesn’t matter if she’s your blood, you gave her the best life. Who knows? Maggie probably just forged it. People do it all the time. Why would she just come back when you slept together one time?” You acknowledged, not trusting her for a second.

“I don’t want to get into it.” He replied, taking another sip of coffee.

“Then when are you? Because I know you love that kid more than anything else in the world.” You protested, still facing him.

Tom finally looked your way, meeting your eyes, but he didn’t want to say anything. You didn’t expect a response because you knew that he did love her and he was going to find a way to get her back, no matter how long it took. You tilted your head at him, cracking a smile and tilting his chin up. The warmth that came from your comfort helped him see the brighter side in this, motivating him to see that this wouldn’t last forever.

“You know you’re the best, right?” Tom grinned.

You reached your hand up, intertwining yours with his that was hanging off your shoulder, “I try.” You joked, both of you sharing a light laugh.

You ran your fingers through Tom’s hair, trying to fix it, but he was growing it long as he did in high school. Tom let out a low chuckle, feeling your hand trail to cup his cheek and you rubbed your thumb over his cheek and the faint freckles painted across his soft skin.

While the past few days had been confusing, Tom knew that he wanted to be with you, but he didn’t want to stir you in his drama. As much as you had been there for the past six years, he realized that Summer was his responsibility, and to bring you into a triangle with him and Maggie didn’t seem fair. It’s not because he wanted to push you away for his selfish reasons, but because he wanted to protect you from whatever was going to happen from this point. You were still best friends and would always be, but it didn’t feel like enough after finally kissing each other and not wanting to let go.

As you pulled your hand back, you glanced down and see some of the pictures in the box. You quickly lean down, placing it on your lap and you picked through the various photos before there was one that brought back memories.

“I can’t believe you have this.” You chuckled, holding the photo close to your face.

Tom turned his head toward it, not knowing he had his eyes glued to you, and he instantly smiled.

“Ah, when I was your knight in shining armor.” He beamed at the picture of you with your broken arm and he stood next to you wearing his favorite baseball jersey.

“You mean when you carried my books for me and helped me put on my backpack, oh yeah, I remember.” You grinned, reminiscing to when the world wasn’t so complicated.

Tom smiled, “Don’t act like you didn’t love it.” He rubbed your shoulder, both of you chuckling at the memory. You handed him the picture, but he slowly was reminded of Summer and her recent accident.

“Shit..” He trailed, “I hope she’s kept her cast dry. I should call.” Tom said, unwrapping his arm from your shoulders and you watched him frantically looking for his phone around the apartment.

“Tom!”

“Huh?” He asked, lifting some papers on his counter.

You lifted his phone, his screen cracked, in your hand and grinned, “Looking for something?”

A relieved smile painted on his face as he walked over, taking the phone and he kissed a light kiss against the top of your head, “What would I do without you?”

It was nice to see him turning back to his old self, but you knew that his happiness was at the risk of being at Maggie’s beck and call. Even though you weren’t Summer’s mom, you wanted to have a say where she ends up too. 

You half-smiled, watching him walk down the hall to his bedroom. You turned toward the box of pictures, rummaging through enough to get an idea of how to organize them.

Tom slowly paced across his room as the phone rang, sweat on his palms that he brushed on the back of his jeans. He leaned his head toward the ceiling and tried not to overthink what he could say if he went straight to voicemail.

“Hello?” Maggie retorted, running her fingers through the crown of her hair.

“Hey. I just wanted to make sure things were okay.” Tom trailed as he sat on the edge of his bed.

“Fine, it’s fine.” She lied, searching through her laundry basket.

Tom furrowed his eyebrows, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, things are fine! I’m just trying to find this stupid sweater.” She grunted, pushing through all the folded clothes.

“What sweater?”

“Some yellow sweater with a heart on that she won’t stop complaining about.”

Summer was sitting on the couch, insisting she wanted to watch her favorite cartoons after breakfast. Maggie didn’t want to deal with the complaining and poking so it was relieving to keep her distracted instead of having to keep Summer entertained while she tried to work from home.

“Oh, I forgot to put it in there. Shit.” Tom cursed, quickly getting up.

He walked to Summer’s room, knowing the exact drawer he remembered placing it in and not surprised that it was there. Tom lifted the sweater, the sleeves unfolding, and seeing how worn it was from the ripped tag. He brought it up to his face, inhaling the lingering smell of watermelon and kiwi from her shampoo.

“Yeah, I got it. It’s here.” He told her, the phone between his ear and shoulder.

“Okay, I’ll come over and get it.” Maggie huffed.

“No, no! I can go over there. I have to go to work later so I can come by.” Tom offered, glaring at the small sweater in his hand.

“Depends, are you going to bring… Y/N?” She crossed her arms as she leaned against the washing machine, “Because I don’t think she’s been a good influence.”

Tom’s eyebrows arched, “Excuse me?”

“Summer says “Y/N lets me do this or Y/N and I do this” and I don’t think it’s good considering she’s not her mom. She shouldn’t have such big control over her.” Maggie said loud enough for Summer to hear from the couch.

“You weren’t there for her and she was so, I’m sorry if she acts like her mom more than you.” Tom chimed.

Maggie clenched her jaw, “Just drop it off. Okay?”

“Sure. I’ll be over around three.”

She hung up abruptly and Tom was left upset from not being able to talk to Summer. He hated how he didn’t have any sense of control, to think that this could be the way things are until she goes off to college. Out of anger, Tom threw his phone across the room that made a loud thud against the wall. His blood boiled and tears filled his eyes, bringing the sweater back to his face and trying to let the lingering scent keep him calm.

You stood in the hall across from the door and it was close enough to hear the whole conversation. Every word made your heart drop, not knowing what you could do for him. You hated eavesdropping, but it was getting harder to get the truth from Tom as the days went by. He was falling apart and it was getting too painful to slowly watch.

“Tom?” You softly asked, knocking on the door.

He left the sweater on the bed, wiping his eyes with the end of his t-shirt before grabbing his phone off the floor. To his relief, the already cracked screen didn’t have any new damage. Tom wiped the screen against his pants before opening the door to meet your gaze.

“Sorry about that. I just got frustrated.” He avoided looking in your eyes.

“It’s okay.” You tell him, not needing any assurance. All you did was wrap your arms around him and tell him that it would all be okay, even if you didn’t really know if it would be.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜

The half-hour drive to Maggie’s apartment felt like hours to Tom, his head filled with what he was going to say to her or how he was going to handle whatever she told him. He bit on his nails on his left hand while the other gripped the top of the steering wheel tight. Right when he thought of the things he could say, his anxiety made him forget all of the rational thoughts.

As he parked in a parallel spot, Tom got out of the car with the sweater in one hand with a duffle in the other. He carefully crossed the street and entered the complex, walking up the stairs to the fourth level. When he entered through the exit door, he saw the floors were polished and the lighting was bright since there were no windows. It all came off as luxurious and bare, nothing but one or two paintings on the wall.

He knocked a few times under the plastic golden numbers, his eyes searching around until he heard the locks click. The door flew open and Maggie popped her head out, her makeup a few shades darker than last time.

“Hey,” Tom mumbled.

“Hey… you brought it?” She asked quickly, opening the door more.

Tom couldn’t help looking past her, seeing if Summer was in there.

“Yeah. Here.” Tom huffed, handing her the sweater, “And I brought some other stuff she might want.” He gave her the duffle too, weighing down in her hand when he passed it.

“Jesus, what’s in this? She’s not going off to college.”

“A few books, shirts, socks, a few Mad Libs.” He said what was off the top of his head, shoving his hands in his front pockets.

“Well thanks, it should keep her busy.” Maggie quickly grinned, but before she could shut the door, Tom took a step forward.

“Can I see her? Just for a few minutes before I go to work.” Tom asked, even though he didn’t feel the need to.

She sighed, “I really have to go, Tom.”

Before Tom could say another word, Summer shouted from behind Maggie, “Daddy!”

Summer pushed past Maggie, holding out her arms and Tom immediately wrapped his around her. He spun her around with her feet off the ground. He could cry as he held her tighter, kissing the top of her hair and she giggled, “I missed you!”

He put her back on her feet, “I missed you too, kid. How’s the cast?” Tom smiled.

She lifted it up, “Good, I got more names on it.”

“Oh, yeah? Aren’t you miss popular.” Tom chuckled, watching her rotate the cast.

“Are we going home?” Summer quickly asked.

Tom sealed his lips, “Ah, not… yet.”

Summer’s face shifted, “But, I wanna go home.”

“Not yet, baby.” Tom knew it wasn’t in his control right now.

“But, I wanna go home now…” She protested, a dimple between her furrowed eyebrows.

It was the first time he heard true sorrow in her light voice. A kid always had their emotional fits, but Tom taught her that it was okay to talk to her and didn’t have to hold anything back. There was never a moment of questioning her temper tantrums or how she behaved, but he couldn’t wrap his head around this whole incident. He didn’t know how to answer her questions and help her and it was killing him to feel like he was doing nothing yet also trying to do everything he could.

“Summer, I promise you’ll be home soon, okay?” He promised, running his hand over her soft hair.

“Okay.” She pouted.

Quickly turning away, Summer fled back into the apartment and didn’t give Tom another look. He chewed the inside of his cheek and Maggie put her hand on your hip, not knowing what else to say.

“Well, thanks.” She huffed.

“When can I see her again?” Tom asked, embarrassed from how desperate he came off.

She nodded, “I don’t know...”

Tom clenched his jaw, “I raised her, I don’t understand how you can come back and just take her away like you suddenly want to be a great mother. Do you want something else from me other than child support? Huh? What is it, Maggie?” He asked, frustrated and tired of biting his tongue.

Maggie looked over her shoulder at Summer, meeting her blatant glare, so Maggie stepped into the hall to have some privacy. Tom took a few steps away from her, putting his back against the wall while she stood on her side.

“I don’t want to argue with you, Tom. I really don’t-”

“Then why are you doing this?” He cut her off.

She nodded, “I’m uncomfortable with it all.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re not Summer’s dad!” Maggie stated, “Okay? Do you know how confusing that is gonna be to her? That the guy who has raised her for six years isn’t even her dad!”

Tom was in disbelief, his throat dry and thinking as if he got the wind out of him.

“I want to take a DNA test.”

Maggie couldn’t help but chuckle, “You’re not her dad.”

“I don’t care, I’m taking a test. If I’m the father, she gets to stay with me.”

“Well, she’s not so, good luck with that plan.” She boldly told Tom, watching him walk away from the conversation.

Adrenaline fueled him, leaving the building with the last dignity he felt like he had. The doubt rapidly sunk in from Maggie’s words and for the first time, Tom started to believe that she was right. He may have wasted six years of his life, not knowing how he could have fallen for it all.

After slamming the car door, Tom huffed and wiped his hands down his face. He was annoyed at the stress he held back, thinking he had his emotions under control when everything was falling apart. A million voices spoke throughout his conscience all at once and tried to guide him, too overwhelming to maintain his cool he had kept for so long. Tom clenched his fist and quickly jabbed the steering wheel, pain coursing from his blistered knuckles.

The night shift was a wreck and Tom couldn’t gain his confidence back. He messed up drink orders that infuriated his tipsy customers, dropped a glass from how shaky his hands were, and overall couldn’t clear his mind from his argument earlier with Maggie. Nevertheless, Tom pushed through the sloppy job he did but had to flee to the back to get some air from the inebriated crowd.

With a bottle of beer in one hand, he slipped away when one of his co-workers came in. Tom exited to the back alley, the cold breeze hitting his face and the wind slapping his back when the door closed behind him. As he brought the bottle to his lips, Tom took breaths through his nose as he downed the bitter ale. His eyes burned from the icy carbonation, pulling it away after drinking most of it. He tossed the glass bottle into the dumpster across from him, running his hands through his hair as he paced around the dead end.

“Shit!” He growled, his voice echoing.

A few tears trailed down his cheek and he quickly wiped them with the back of his hand. Tom got himself together, but before he went back inside to end his shift, his phone vibrated in his front pocket. He was relieved to see your name headlining a picture of the two of you.

“Hey, babe.” Tom sniffled.

You were taken back by the pet name, “Babe?”

He smiled, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that. I’m tired.” He pinched his nose bridge.

“No, no, I wasn’t sure if we were using “babe” or any other grossly cute nicknames.” You jeered, your sweet giggle comforting him.

“It’s just been a weird day.” He pressed his back against the brick wall.

“Things didn’t go well with Maggie?” You sighed, laying down on the couch.

Tom nodded, “Not exactly. But, I’m trying to figure it out.”

Your lips went to the side, not surprised Tom said it because he always liked to tackle everything by himself. There was no need to meddle, but you knew he would come around when he wanted to.

“Hey, I know it’s hard now, but… You’re gonna get her back.” You started, hoping it sounded comforting.

Tom remembered when you said he’d never lose her. He already doubted himself, but he didn’t want to have a lack of uncertainty with you, a person he trusted more than anyone.

“Tom?” You asked, only hearing the noises of passing cars in the background.

“Yeah, babe, I’m here.” Tom shook his head, running his hand down his face.

His voice cracked from the brokenness, causing your heart to flutter. You wanted to fix this all, and you would if you could, but it was equally as frustrating for you to keep your calm. You knew that if you exploded with rage and anger, Tom would follow the same path of destruction and it’s the last thing you both needed to do.

“Okay… are you coming back soon?”

“Yeah, I’m almost off my shift. I’ll text you when I’m on my way.”

“Drive safe, please.” You tilted your head, pulling your legs to your chest.

“Always.” He smiled before hanging up.

Tom went back inside to finish his shift, hoping to get a few tips from his charm. He snuck a few shots of Crown and gin in between his orders, looking around to make sure none of his co-workers saw. It was out of his character to drink on the job knowing it could get him fired on the spot, but Tom didn’t care. He wanted the pain inside to numb away with warm liquor until he was sick.

Making the poor decision of driving home, Tom took his time to get back. He rubbed his eyes a few times from the haze fogging his vision, but he slowly pulled into his usual parking spot. At first, he forgot to put on the parking gear, the car rolling forward before he stepped on the brake. A drunk chuckle left his lips as he parked, pulling the keys out and he leaned on the car to maintain his balance.

You fell asleep on the couch waiting for him only to flinch from the door slamming. As you put your weight on your arms, Tom walked in with a sway to his walk.

“Hey, I was starting to worry.” You groaned, stretching as you stood up from the couch.

“Sorry, I was… trying to get home and there was… it was fine.” He slurred, a faint smile on his face.

You furrowed your eyebrows, walking up to him and instantly smelling the alcohol on his breath.

“You drove home drunk?”

“I’m here in one piece, aren’t I?” He breezed past you, kicking his shoes off by the kitchen island then heading to the bedroom.

“You could have gotten killed.” You hissed.

You crossed your arms as you followed him, standing in the door frame. Tom struggled to unbutton his shirt, not able to grip them with his hazy vision. 

“I’m here, okay? I’m fine and I just need to sleep.” Tom groaned, the alcohol fueling his irritation.

You didn’t want to pick a fight, not this late and not with everything else going on, so you digressed and decided to leave it till the morning.

As he lazily pulled apart his button-up, he threw it to the side and left him in his basic white tee. You walked around to the shared bathroom and cupped some lukewarm water in your hands to splash on your face. You could hear Tom unbuckle his pants and he threw them to the floor, missing the hamper by a long shot.

You walked to your side of the bed, glancing at him laying down with his bloodshot eyes still open.

“Tom, you can’t do this.”

“I know. I know, but this… I fucking can’t think about anything else.” He admitted.

You sat up on the bed with your head against your pillow, pulling the duvet over your legs. You ran your hand over his messy, brown curls, weaving your fingers through it and pushing it back. His eyes met yours as you continued to play with his hair.

“From how long we’ve been friends, I know you have always put the weight of the world on your shoulders.” You spoke calmly, your tone soft and sweet like honey, “But, you can’t keep doing this to yourself...”

He gulped, not knowing how to let go of this anger he internalized.

“Then what am I supposed to do?” His voice was broken.

“You need to take your time, baby.” You whispered, running your hand through his hair again.

Tom gently held your hand that was resting on your stomach, brought it to his face, and kissed the top of it a few times. You grinned, watching him bring your intertwined hands to his chest. He kept his eye contact with you, his free hand tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I don’t know how I’d stay sane without you.” He revealed, his eyes glossy.

You half-smiled, “You’d function, just not as properly.” You jeered, trying to make him laugh.

“Oh, always with the jokes.” Tom chuckled, tickling up your side and you began to kick around, letting out infectious belly laughs.

“I can’t help it! You’re fun to mess with.” You beamed.

You shifted down to be face to face with him, lying next to him and forgetting about the world for a few minutes. Tom was never big on affection with who we dated, struggling to open himself up with people he felt were temporary. Little did you know that he was wrapped around your finger since the day you fell off the jungle gym.

“I just want you to be happy.” You sighed.

He nodded, “I am happy. I promise.”

You brushed your nose against his, your head angled from the side. Tom’s light buzz lingered, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to pull you closer to him under the warm, cotton sheets. Your head rested on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and running your hand down his abdomen. As you brought his hand toward you, but you furrowed your eyebrows at the light red and purple bruising across his knuckles.

“What’s this from?” You asked, grazing your finger over his skin.

Tom raised his eyebrows, “Uh, I don’t know.” He lied.

You pouted, “You should ice it tomorrow. It looks kind of bad.”

“Yeah…” Tom trailed, biting the inside of his cheek.

You pressed light kisses against the bruises, “Gotta be more careful, babe.”

His brown eyes brightened, a small smile on his lips before he scattered some kisses against your temple, your cheek pressing against his shoulder.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜

When you two went to the clinic to get the DNA test, Tom couldn’t sit still the whole time. From the waiting room until he sat on top of the doctor’s table, he pulled at his fingers or tapped his leg which made you place your hands on him to get him to stop. You gave him words of encouragement, trying to support him through the lengthy process, especially when he saw the needle thread into his dark blue veins.

“I thought it was just gonna be a cheek swab.” He chuckled, discomfort in his chuckle.

“Some places do that, but a blood test is more accurate.” The nurse tried to calm him, her tone soft.

“How accurate?” He hissed at the sudden pinch.

Her lips went to the side, “Above ninety percent.”

His head was turned to the cabinets, fixating on the bold font of one of the flyers. You sat in the black, plastic chair next to the counter, your legs crossed and peering up at Tom. His face scrunched together for a split second, visibly seeing that he still hated needles after all these years.

“What?” He asked.

You nodded, “Nothing. You’re just making a cute face.” You jeered, placing your hand on your cheek with your elbow on the arm of the chair.

“Just reminds me of high school blood drives… Nurse Jenna always poking my vein a thousand times.” He huffed.

“It’s because you squirmed so much, like you are now.” You teased.

He rolled his eyes with a faint smile, looking down at his feet before the nurse pulled the needle away and covered it with a ball of cotton. Tom held it there for a few seconds until she slowly wrapped the light blue bandage the perfect tightness around his arm.

“You should get the results back in four to five days. We’ll let you know right away, Mr. Holland.”

“Thank you so much.” Tom grinned at her.

After the nurse walked out with the blood sample and her file, you stood up, slinging your purse strap on your shoulder. Tom stepped down from the table, pulling down his flannel sleeve to cover the bandage.

“You were so brave. Are you upset she didn’t give you a lollipop?” You joked.

“Don’t worry too much, but I think I’ll live.” He jeered back, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

You wrapped your arm around his back, giving him a light hug before you two left to check out then headed back to his apartment. On the ride home, Tom was fairly quiet with the low music from the speakers filling the car. There wasn’t anything you needed to say, but being there for each other was enough comfort. With the windows rolled down halfway, the fresh air weaved through your hair and your fingers were loosely wrapped around the top of the steering wheel.

Tom looked out the window, watching the scenes you passed by, but his head was in a different place. His elbow rested against the armrest of the door, unconsciously biting his nail and shaking his leg. You cautiously put your hand on top of his, the one settled on his leg, intertwining your fingers together without looking at him.

It was still hard getting used to the quietness, not only from you but within Tom’s life.

Tom missed Summer being at the apartment, looking forward to putting up the crayon drawings she worked on at breakfast or insisting they go to the park on weekends. But, since she hadn’t been around, it gave more time for you and Tom to be alone, at least back to how you were six years ago. For the most part, it was nice to dance in the middle of the living room, spinning each other around and sharing takeout at the coffee table while watching a tooth-rotting, romance movie. Just making it more obvious that Summer changed his life, even in the smallest things she did.

The growth of your relationship was important, but most of it was centered around Summer. It didn’t mean you couldn’t both carry a conversation without her, just that most of the things you did together were for her. Endless trips to the park, going to the zoo, taking her to girl scouts, or even running around the house playing hide and seek if it was a rainy day. Her giggles filled the apartment, endless amounts of laughter from the three of you and the memories you created. It was the one thing that motivated Tom to fight for her, just to make more and more memories and have her back in his arms for good. 

As the grueling days passed, it was closer to Halloween night and Tom was trying to get as many shifts as he could. Not only was it one of their busiest times, but he also got generous tips. Because the holiday was during a school day, Tom’s apartment held an event for some kids to come by and trick-or-treat early.

It would be Tom’s first holiday without Summer there, but the results would come any time now. It’s all that consumed his mind, on top of him working on her Halloween costume without her. She insisted she wanted to be Wonder Woman and you and Tom never used store-bought costumes, not even when she was a baby and you made a pumpkin costume out of orange felts and stitching.

“Hey! You’re gonna be late for work.” You said, running your hands through Tom’s curls when you passed by him sitting at the table.

Tom snapped out of his trance, shaking his head and rubbing his tired eyes with the palms of his hands. Today marked the day Tom should have gotten his DNA test back, checking his phone and email since he woke up before dawn.

“Are you staying late? I know Halloween week is probably like the jackpot for you guys.” You grinned, grabbing a mixed bag of candy from on top of the fridge and a bowl from the cabinet.

“Yeah, if you thought the tips from single moms paid up, wait until you get an open tab from a fratboy.” Tom chuckled as he got up, stretching his back and he brushed down his wrinkled, navy button-down.

“Well, I’m sure they’re just flirting with you too. You’re so damn charming with those brown eyes and smile.” You winked at him, shifting the big bowl of sweets with both your hands.

He walked behind you, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, “Hmm, well there’s enough of me to go around.” Tom jeered.

Tom checked his phone once again, scrolling through his email and call history, seeing him looking down at it from the corner of your eye.

“Hey, babe, you need to get going.” You reminded him, placing the bowl of candy on the small table next to the door. You walked over to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind and planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, dear.” Tom faintly smiled, nudging his head against yours before you untangled from him.

He shoved his phone in his back pocket, grabbing his denim jacket off the back of the kitchen chair. Tom told you he’d call you on his way home and to have fun, but felt some relief from not being around the kids. He’d barely spoken to Maggie since their argument last week, only getting updates on Summer and her behavior. Tom never knew someone could find the one nerve that could be pinched in any instance, making him incredibly annoyed with whatever he was doing.

The bar was getting packed as Tom walked past the crowd in the front, everyone mingling at the high-rise tables in their various costumes. There was a discount if you wore a costume, usually helping business with more drinks for lower prices, but that meant the night would feel longer with an endless amount of orders piling on top of each other with little patience from a drunken mob.

Rolling his sleeves up to his elbows, Tom made sure their inventory was stocked as he breezed by his co-workers. He wasn’t close enough to them to tell anyone want he was dealing with, but he figured it was better not to talk about it so it never came up during a shift.

Multicolored lights flashed and beamed through the moving mass of people, but enough of the warm light above the bar helped guide Tom when he was scrambling to attend to whoever he could. It took his mind off his stress, too worried about not getting drinks right when it was easy to with how hectic it was. Drink after drink, he collected a bill and shoved it in the shared tip jar behind them, hoping they made enough so everyone could walk with sore feet, but be satisfied with their hard work.

As the night grew longer, it became rowdier and it meant that it was harder to get people out so new ones could come in. While Tom talked to one of his regulars down at one side, an argument between two strangers began to ensue toward the middle. Tom looked over his shoulder while leaning on the bar, glaring at the two boys whose voices howled over the music.

“I think you should get the fuck out of my face!” One yelled, he had dirty blonde hair and a scratch by his lip.

“Chill out, what the fuck!” The other retorted and his piercing blue eyes were bright enough for Tom to see from where he stood.

“Hey, give me one second.” Tom told the man he was talking to, quickly pacing over toward the angry exchange, “Hey, knock it off.” He said with an assertive, deep tone.

They ignored Tom, continuing to argue before one threw a punch deep into the other’s face. It knocked the man on the floor, making Tom jump over the bar to try to break up the fight. While he defended himself from the guy who punched first, the other drunken man pulled Tom down by the shoulders. In his inebriated fury, he jabbed Tom in the stomach, hurting his rib which made Tom hold on his hands there.

“Hey man, get off me!” Tom gritted his teeth, grabbing the guy’s wrist to push him back down to the floor.

Even though Tom was strong enough to do so, the other nameless man tried to help Tom, but Tom was soon met with a punch to the eye, near the nose bridge. The guy was twice as large as him, able to put his weight on Tom as he threw constant punches to his face and jaw. Tom’s eyes teared up, mixing with the blood from his nose before the guy was pulled off him.

Tom quickly got on his feet, holding on to the bar, but he was met with more arguing between the two strangers he never should have intervened between, to begin with. He rubbed the back of his head, hoping he didn’t have a concussion with the throbbing under his skin. Before Tom could recover from what happened, the guy approached him again, stumbling until Tom threw a punch back.

He didn’t know what came over him, but the stress of everything instantly came out with his rush of adrenaline. More people from the crowd tried to step in, even one of Tom’s co-workers, but it ended with two police officers settling both of them. Tom tasted the blood on his lips, spitting it on the dirty floor as his heads were pulled behind his back.

“Calm down!” The officer pleaded with Tom, taking him outside of the bar.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜

The sounds of office phones ringing and the news playing lowly were all you could concentrate on. The police station was the last place you thought of being at a time like this, your heart racing since you picked up the phone and told what had happened with Tom. You bounced your leg, the other crossed on top of it and moving your ankle to find anything to make time go faster.

“Y/N L/N.”

You whipped your head, pushing off the chair to get up and speed walk to the front.

“Y-Yes, that’s me.” You said, putting your hands on top of the desk.

“He’s being released now.” The officer spoke with a monotone voice.

You nodded, stepping away from the desk before a short buzz echoed the hall. Tom slowly walked up, his hands behind his back before the officer escorting him released the handcuffs.

“Keep your head up, kid.” The tall officer told him before walking back to the cells.

Tom rubbed his reddened wrists, his face and body in pain from the beating he went through. When you saw his face, you almost couldn’t believe it was him. Red and purple bruises faded on his light skin near his right eye and trailing his sharp jaw. His nose bridge looked displaced and dry blood under his nose, the rest on the collar of his dark shirt. You almost couldn’t stare because of the bright redness surrounding his right eye from popping a vessel. 

“Babe…” You choked, gently holding his face.

“I’m okay. I promise.” Tom gulped, his hands settling on your hips, “Let’s just go home.” He croaked.

“Not before we go to the emergency room. Your eye looks awful.” You say, gently moving his head to take a better look at it.

He nodded, “I just wanna go home, please.”

“No, we can’t, you’re hurt--”

“Y/N, I wanna go home.” He snapped.

You clenched your jaw at his stubbornness, “Fine.”

Once you were back to the apartment, the first thing Tom wanted to do was take a shower. He sat on top of the toilet seat, unbuttoning his button-down, but winced at the soreness in his arms when trying to take his not-so-white, t-shirt off. As he continued to try to get his arms higher, Tom couldn’t push himself to do it. He leaned over in frustration, a grunt passing his lips before you walked into the door frame.

“Let me help you.” You softly said, taking a few steps toward him.

Tom didn’t have the energy to fight back so, he leaned back to sitting up straight and lifted his arms as high as he couldn’t which wasn’t much. You grabbed the ends of his t-shirt, peeling it off him and tossing it in the hamper behind you.

You kneeled in front of him, “You got it?”

“Yeah, thanks, baby.” He grunted, holding in his pain.

You nodded, placing your hands on his face and caressing your thumb over his cut cheek. A tear trailed from your waterline, hurt to see him in the state he was. He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, giving a light kiss. You ran your hand through the nape of his curls before getting back up and putting your hand on the doorknob.

“Just yell if you need me.”

He just nodded in response, wincing as he stood up and you closed the door.

You let out a deep sigh as you walked back to the kitchen, cleaning up the pots and pans you had forgotten to wash from yesterday. It was something to do while Tom was showering, not wanting to think that this wouldn’t have happened if Maggie didn’t come back into his life.

Tom’s phone buzzed on the counter, making you glance at it. The cracked screen lit up but there were a few bloody fingerprints covered on the glass. You picked it up and wet a rag, wiping off any of the dirt and blood from it but you saw an email that was sent to him a few hours ago. You didn’t want to put your nose into his business, but it could have been from the clinic.

Your thumb hesitantly pressed his code in, opening his email account, but you saw it was just a letter from a subscription. Your lips went to the side, feeling bad for snooping until your read an email that he had opened earlier. The timestamp was during his shift, not knowing if he saw it before or after, but your heart fell when you read the document.

“Based on the DNA analysis, the alleged father is excluded as the biological father. This result is consistent with the statement that the alleged father (Thomas Holland) is not the biological father of the child.”

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The Aftermath

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A/N: here she is, the little piece of the puzzle y’all have been waiting for. it’s a small part two of 1964, and it’ll take place just after their reunion at the end of the story!! i hope you enjoy it, because i missed writing my babies a lot and i hope you love them just as much as me.

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“Happy Birthday, Rose.”

No one can explain the phenomenon of joy processed through the body and soul as Harry spoke those simple words into the air to Y/N.

It can only be described as a chill shooting down her spine, flaring goosebumps on her skin, her mouth running dry at the sight of him, or maybe the way her eyes glossed over with a glistening sheen. Pure joy.

As if she didn't already feel transported back to 1964 when sharing her many stories with her eager to learn granddaughter, she certainly did now. Seeing Harry's face, the same features that made her swoon all those years ago - though a little mature now - made her feel like she was her twenty-one year old self all over again.

It felt like a movie, as if the two of them shaped back into their younger statures, adorned in the style from way back when, embodying a world of black and white that would explode into color. Hannah and Eleanor disappeared into the future, and all there was, was Harry and Y/N like how they once were.

Before she could process what she was doing, Y/N was scurrying across the wood floor, walking the fast she has in a while, throwing her arms around Harry’s shoulders and burying her face into the crook of his neck. She could feel the rumble of his chest as he laughed, easily reciprocating the love by engulfing her in a hug, pulling her impossibly closer.

The smell of the roses swarmed Y/N’s nose, tingling her senses in the best way possible. Her brain was overpowering as it continued to be overwhelmed by the events happening, still trying to understand how Harry, her H, was in front of her.

Pulling away a few moments later - but not completely unraveling herself from his hold - she looked up at him, looking at her favorite shade of green that she tried so hard to recreate yet always failed. “Are you really here?”

“Yes! He is, Nona!” Ellie cheered from behind her, causing everyone to gape at her while also laughing. He’s really here, in her arms, breathing the same air as her.

Maybe he wasn’t a dream, after all.

Looking back up at him, Y/N smiled softly, bringing her hands up under his jaw, using her thumbs to caress the soft skin that was lined with a little bit of stubble. “I missed you,” she whispered, almost like it was meant to be a secret.

With his own little grin, Harry placed his own free hand on her cheek, using his thumb to swipe the tear that managed to escape her eye without her noticing. Instinctively, Y/N leaned her head to rest in his palm, a reflex she never seemed to have shake.

Harry didn’t have to say anything back for her to know that he felt the same way, if not more. His actions always spoke a lot louder than his words, and it also seemed that old habits hardly seem to die, even so many years later.

“Okay,” Hannah cleared her throat, trying to gain the attention of the two older folk for the first time in the last couple of minutes. “We’re meeting Aunt Carmella and Uncle Frank in twenty minutes.”

The duo separated, heat rising to their cheeks as they realized just how close they had been for those moments. Harry offered her her bouquet of roses, to which she took gratefully and scurried off to find a vase, uttering a quick, “I’ll be right back.”

In reality, yes she went to find a vase, but Y/N also needed a second to recuperate, inhaling deeply to get her heart to start slowing its rapid pace. Fifty-five years since she’s seen him.

Fifty-five.

It was a lot to comprehend. She was convinced she’d never look at him, hold him, appreciate his existence ever again. One thing is for sure, she never did stop loving him.

Y/N placed her hands down on the counter she placed her roses on, leaning her weight onto her hands as she felt the emotions roll over her like waves crashing on a beach. Her insides felt like mush. She was experiencing the come down after getting off a rowdy rollercoaster, like those she used to go on on Coney Island whenever she visited New York. Electricity shot through her veins as if she had been succumbed to the consequences of the electric chair - yet it wasn’t painful. In fact, she felt alive.

“Mom,” Hannah spoke from behind her, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin. Y/N didn’t realize she had been so lost in her own thoughts for a few moments there. Raising her hand to her chest, she turned around and let out a breath, before smacking her daughter in the shoulder.

“You can’t do that to me, Han. I’m old, I could die from a heart attack.”

“Don’t even joke about something like that,” Hannah rolled her eyes. But quickly the annoyance dissipated as she remembered why she came into the kitchen in the first place. “Are you okay?”

Y/N pursed her lips, giving her a simple shrug. “Yes and no. It’s not easy being reminded of... the love and pain I felt. How did you even find him, anyway?”

Hannah sheepishly smiled, “Aunt Carmella...”

Y/N scoffed, knowing it was exactly like her friend to be secretive about something so monumental like knowing where Harry is and how to contact him. She couldn’t determine if it was a good thing that Carmella kept this information from her, but deep down she knew it was.

As soon as Y/N gathered her wits, the foursome were out the door and on their way to lunch. They had decided to drive two separate cars, and after a bit of begging, Y/N let Harry drive them in his rental. Though, along the way it was a bit of rocky journey. “First time driving on the right side of the road,” was his excuse.

In the car ride, Y/N took the time to truly admire the man she once laid beside at night, trying to wrap her head around the fact that he was next to her again. She wondered if in his old age he would turn wrinkled and decrepit, maybe using a cane or having a hunch back. It only seemed fitting that he beat all of those stereotypes and looked like he had the health of his younger self rather than a seventy-six year old man. He’s timeless; just like their love.

When they finally met up with Carmella, it didn’t take Y/N long to scold her friend for keeping such a humongous secret from her, and working in tandem with her own daughter and granddaughter. All the Italian woman did was shrug before latching her arms around both Harry and Y/N’s frames, pulling the three of them close for a long-awaited, reuniting hug that felt like home.

“Il trio è tornato e meglio che mai. questo merita un brindisi,” [The trio is back and better than ever. This deserves a toast] Carmella cheered, clapping her hands in giddiness as she waved the waitress back over to order the most extravagant wine.

Leaning down to whisper in Y/N’s ear, Harry muttered, “And I still have no idea what she’s saying.” Y/N bumped his shoulder with hers, shaking her head gently as a small smile snuck up onto her lips.

Lunch was shared with many laughs and old stories - all per the request of Ellie. She was eager to keep learning and eager to see her nona so happy.

When lunch was over and they were all saying goodbye, Ellie practically all but pushed Y/N to go with Harry so they could go somewhere private. Hannah of course condoned her daughter’s behavior, but also told her mom it was for the best they catch up without either of them around. They needed to be alone.

That’s how they ended up at the park downtown, where Y/N used to frequent often when she used to run in the mornings or whenever she needed a spark of creativity for her next painting. 

Once Harry placed the car in park, the stagnant tension between them only rose as neither of them jumped to get out of the vehicle. They simmered, absorbed, melted into the atmosphere, basking in it before they flipped it on its head to talk about what they both had been avoiding.

It was an unspoken truce to get out of the car at the same time. The sun was winking at them through the clouds, luring them to venture deeper into the park, just like it used to. Almost as if the star was just as excited as them to be back in each other’s lives. The saying is if walls could talk, but what about the sun? Or the moon? Both kept Harry and Y/N’s moments inside of them, stored deep in their cores right next to all the other love that happened in their line of vision.

Out of instinct, the two locked hands. And they didn’t seem to mind. It felt like a magnet pulled them together, and it would take a lot of force to break them apart.

As they walked along the paved path, being passed by those on bikes or joggers, or really even anyone that walked faster. They weren’t in any sort of rush, because moments like these aren’t meant to be fast paced. They needed to simmer, absorb, and melt.

Harry decided to be the first to speak up, surprising both of them considering, well, his past. “I see the artist life treated you well.”

Slightly turning her head to face him, she laughed softly, shrugging her shoulders. “I guess it did. You predicted it.”

I can’t wait to buy your art one day.

Harry gazed down at his feet, humming a response. He didn’t have the proper words to respond to her allusion to his letter. Hearing the twinge of spite sitting on top of her words was enough for him to gauge that his letter was a sore topic for her. And rightfully so, because even he hasn’t completely forgiven himself for not giving her a proper goodbye.

Coming up on a patch of grass that was half hidden beneath a large oak tree and half in the glory of the sunlight, Harry and Y/N decided to take a seat. If they were going to throw themselves into the past, might as well go all the way and lay in the grass like they did in Florence. Albeit, they wouldn’t actually lay down because it would’ve been impossible for either of them to properly get up.

They rested their backs against the large trunk, looking out into the field and watching little kids play around as their parents kept their distance off to the side with other parents. Y/N found it near impossible to not snap a mental picture of what was in front of her, cursing herself for not bringing her camera with her. It was a beautiful day, and one she wished to remember. Not because of the dreadful conversation that was bound to swallow her whole or the man sitting beside her, but because of the landscape.

What a waste of a beautiful day.

Now, it was her turn to break the silence, because she knew he wouldn’t. He may have once, but that was all he could probably handle. “Tell me about your life, Harry. Please.”

Letting out a breath of air he didn’t realize he had been holding in, Harry twiddled with his thumbs in his lap. “Got two kids. Ben and, uh, Rose.”

Ouch.

“Five beautiful grandchildren.” He spoke shortly and to the point, finding it very difficult to open up the can of worms that is his life.

Once Harry got the call from Carmella that he was going to surprise Y/N for her birthday, he couldn’t get on a plane any faster. The idea of being face-to-face with her again after so many years was daunting and normally he found it difficult to escape his confined box of reality. But that was the thing about Y/N, she always made things seem less terrible to him.

England is his origin and where his family resides, but it hardly felt like home anymore.

His marriage with Nancy balanced on its very thin, tight rope for thirty years, but they both knew it was bound to fall off. Once he returned from Italy, it was like he was a soldier returning from war, because he in no way was the same man who left for Italy when coming home. But, they pushed on, because it was what they were meant to do.

They had two wonderful kids and they seemed like the picturesque family they were planned to be. Behind closed doors, they were anything but. He and Nancy fought a lot and their kids seemed to loathe him for reasons still unbeknownst to him. He supported them and loved them like any parent would, yet it felt like they joined everyone else in his life that wanted to keep him silent. Everyone except one person.

Once his and Nancy’s divorce was finalized, the kids couldn’t be more thrilled. All they needed was a solid reason to drop their father out of their lives. As the years went on they slowly worked him back into their day-to-day routine, but not really. Only for the sake of his grandkids was he in their lives.

It was especially hard living his life knowing his own creations couldn’t stand him just like everyone else, and that was exactly why he couldn’t agree faster to get on a plane to America.

“I officially retired last year, so m’not really doing much these days. Actually, I picked up drawing again if y’could believe it. Haven’t touched a pencil for artistic purposes since... well, since then.” Their heads remained forward, not a single glance made towards one another because it felt easier this way. 

Y/N listened intently to the drawl of his voice, engraving the words he spoke deep into her mind, right next to the dusty ones he spoke fifty-five years prior. Everything and anything he’s ever said rests idly on little bookshelves in her brain, collecting dust the longer she takes to go back and hear them over. It was nice to add new additions to her collection. “That sounds lovely, H.”

His heartstrings pulled at the use of his nickname, something only she would call him. He was only Harry to any one, both by his choice and because every one else was too prim to call him something else.

Y/N took notice to how he mentioned nothing of Nancy, and paired that with the fact he wasn’t wearing a wedding band on his most intimate finger. She thinks maybe he did it out of courtesy to not beckon any unwarranted anguish and pain for her sake - because that’s exactly why she didn’t wear hers.

When she went to put her flowers in a vase in the kitchen, she slid her engagement and wedding rings off her finger and set them down gently on the counter, not wanting to clash her two separate lives.

That’s why she had to ask about her. She couldn’t keep going if she didn’t have any sort of answer to her wondering questions that she’s had for the past five decades. “How’s Nancy?” Y/N didn’t care to actually know how she is, she just wanted to know their story.

The leaves above them blew in the suddenly apparent wind, threatening them that what they were about to indulge in was like a storm on the horizon. It was bound to come and impossible to avoid. “Dunno. Haven’t spoken to her in a couple of weeks.”

This opened the door to many unanswered questions in Y/N’s mind, sending her down on spiral of want and need for an explanation that he didn’t seem keen on giving. This closed the most important door, flooding her with relief she didn’t realize she needed to feel just a little less pain sitting next to him.

Not knowing just how to pose her next question, Harry beat her to the punch, halting her thoughts in her tracks. “We’re divorced.”

Divorced. A strange concept. Y/N never imagined divorcing her husband in all of the years they were married. It seemed trivial and time-consuming and led to no greater purpose in her mind. She could either be miserably alone, or miserable with a man by her side. The latter seemed the most comforting.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I’m not. We weren’t meant to be,” he chuckled, laughing not because it’s actually funny, but because Y/N knew they weren’t meant to be. It was obvious. “Just meaningless pieces in my parents puzzle.”

Hearing his broken words that he used to rant about all those years ago resurface, Y/N couldn’t help reaching for his hand again, clasping it between both of hers and holding it in her lap. It didn’t matter how many years had passed, because it was certain his parents were still a sore subject. She wanted him to know that she never forgot the hurt they put him through, and that she will always be on his side. Always.

Diverting the attention away from himself, it was Harry’s turn to pour salt into a wound he knew would sting harshly. “Did you uh, ever get married, Rose?”

When Carmella had managed to get his number a couple years after Italy, they kept in contact nearly every week. A lot of the time their topic of conversation would revolve around Y/N, and what ever new information Carmella could relay. One thing he refused to know however, was if she ever got married. He didn’t need to know, nor did he want to. But now, he supposes he does. 

“I did. He passed in February.” The 1st. Coincidental, maybe ironic. “He was a good man.”

Silence. It was nice Y/N was able to settle herself with someone deemed to be good. It’s what she deserved. But Harry didn’t want to know anymore.

Silence. They kept their heads forward, but over time Y/N’s head slowly ended up resting on Harry’s shoulder. Their hands stayed latched and their bodies radiated each other’s warmth. Y/N felt cold though. Rehashing their pasts slowly brought them closure, but it in no way healed the pain that rested heavy on her heart. “I wish things could’ve been different for us, Harry.” They deserved different than what they were given. Why do soulmates exist if they can’t be together? 

A love like theirs is folklore; unsure if it ever existed, but meant to be told for generations. “We were special don’t you think?”

“We were everything,” Harry murmured, squeezing her hands, then planting a gentle kiss to the crown of her head.

Y/N laughed again at his allusion, but she wasn’t laughing because it was funny, but because it stung like a wasp. Over and over again. “I’ve still got that stupid piece of paper, y’know. Your letter. Saved it all these years because it was all I had.”

The little anger she had left inside of her began to bubble up. Though it didn’t last very long as tears welled in her eyes, just like when she picked up the stupid paper for the first time. Grief stampeded her stomach like a herd of frightened elephants, bruising her deeply as the pain she felt from that day made itself known in the present.

“You didn’t say goodbye. Why didn’t you say goodbye?”

The wind picked up as the clouds in the sky completely covered the sun in forecast, hovering over Harry as a reminder, just in case he didn’t already know the pain he caused.

Pulling Y/N close to his chest, he let her cry, knowing it was best to not say anything at all. She wasn’t legitimately asking why he didn’t, but it felt good to get the question off her chest. So he let her cry, his own tears pricking his waterline, balancing on the edge before tumbling over and down onto his cheeks.

Just when the sun began to come out from its hiding spot, the two subsided their emotions, calming down just like the leaves above their heads. The storm had passed. All that’s left now is the aftermath.

“We don’t get forever, Rose. But we have each other now.”

Something tells them though that despite how many physical years they may have left with one another, they’ll always have forever. The thought rests easy on their minds.

With just a few more minutes of sitting in the grass and simmering, absorbing, melting, the duo decided it was time to get up. They were going to put the past behind them, starting with the fact that maybe they were too old to be sitting in the grass like they used to.

Laughs and giggles were exchanged as they both tried to get to their feet as gracefully as possible without drawing any attention to themselves. They were a heap of giggles and optimism as they retraced their steps back onto the pathway, heading back to his car.

It almost seemed like déjà vu the moment a speedy bicyclist zoomed past Y/N, nearly grazing her left side. She moved out of his way just in the nick of time, but haphazardly fell into Harry’s arms, who always seemed ready to catch her even in the most abrupt of times.

It all happened so fast yet also so slow, running parallel to the moment this exact occurrence happened fifty-five years ago. Their whole day ran parallel to their pasts, so it was only inevitable that that same electricity sparked through their bodies again.

They gazed into each other’s eyes the moment her body felt safe, that same magnet pulling them close enough that their mouths were only a few inches apart. Not a single word was exchanged as their breaths mingled together and their fingers gripped each other forcefully.

Remembering when she told Ellie about their first electric moment, Ellie immediately questioned if the two of them had kissed because it seemed like the perfect moment. Disappointingly, they didn’t.

She would hate to disappoint her granddaughter again.

So, this time they did.

It was the perfect moment, after all.

[catmaid-john]

Have some soulmate gretchella content courtesy of me (elliott) and em 👀 there was a lot of projecting as far as *ahem* character traits go, hope y’all enjoy!!!!

Summary: Gretchen has grown up with a less than ideal mindset about soulmates. How will they react when they meet their own?

Characters: Gretchen, Pamella, Marion, John, Jessique (mentioned), Vesna (mentioned), Eliza (mentioned)

Pairing(s): queer platonic gretchella

Warnings: subtle(?) homophobia and internalised homophobia, and that may be it but do read with caution as it’s pretty heavy. Let me know if I missed anything!!

Word count: 1,705

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Gretchen was six when they asked about the red string on their finger.

“Daddy, what’s this?” they asked, holding up their pinky.

John sighed, closing his book he’d been reading in the study. “It’s a sign that you have a soulmate.”

“What’s a soulmate?”

“Someone meant for you. Like Vesna and I. We were soulmates, but didn’t let that define us.”

Gretchen tilted their head to the side. “What’chu mean?”

“Don’t let the world fool you. Everyone says soulmates are the most important part of life. They’re all wrong. You should focus on things like work and school, not some frivolous nonsense such as one person in all the world meant to be with you. Do you understand?”

Gretchen crossed their arms. “Okay, Daddy. Can we go fly kites today?”

“No, not right now. I have work to do. Maybe later.”

John hadn’t been doing work when Gretchen walked in.

They were ten the first time they saw a pair of soulmates first meet.

They were both boys. The red string that held them together turned white and they hugged.

Could Gretchen’s soulmate be a girl?

“Daddy?” they began as John drove them home from school that day. “I saw two boy soulmates today.”

John’s grip on the steering wheel tightened a bit. “I see.”

“Could my soulmate be a girl?”

“I’m not sure. I should hope not.”

Gretchen furrowed their brows. “How come?”

“Same sex soulmates have a higher mortality rate due to disapproval and lack of acceptance from peers. Not to mention they’re prone to… well, frankly, divorce.”

“But you and Mommy divorced.”

John’s grip tightened further, and Gretchen could see the marking on his pinky finger where his string once was.

“Yes, straight soulmates do divorce sometimes, but it’s higher in same sex soulmates.”

“Why? And what's morality?”

“Mortality. What I meant is that same sex soulmates more often die young and are even murdered. I don’t want that for you.”

Gretchen was suddenly scared. “What if my soulmate is a girl?”

“Don’t worry about that for now. It doesn’t matter.”

The conversation dissipated from there.

Gretchen was thirteen when they decided they didn’t want a soulmate anymore.

The odds of their soulmate being a girl were far too high. They didn’t want to end up like the dead soulmates their dad was talking about.

They took a pair of scissors and tried cutting their string. The scissors broke and clattered to the ground.

What? This had worked for John when he didn’t want a soulmate anymore. Were they doing it wrong?

They took a knife from the kitchen and sawed it across the string. The knife became ground down and dull.

They tried to untie the string but couldn’t find the knot. This soon became a game of finding the most slippery substance to help them slip out of the string.

Nothing worked. It was hopeless.

There was a chance that Gretchen was doomed to die young and there was nothing they could do about it.

Please let my soulmate be a boy, they thought. I wanna live.

They were seventeen when they stopped caring about what their father thought.

They also started using they/them pronouns alongside their step-sibling, Marion. John had married a woman named Eliza, who he claimed he met at a “gathering” for people who abandoned the soulmate life. Her kids were Marion and Jessique, who Gretchen liked much more than Eliza. Their dad had bad taste.

Gretchen was walking home from school when they felt a tug from their string. They usually felt an occasional pull from it but this was much stronger than that. It just about knocked them off their feet.

Before they could question it further, they were being pulled into the middle of the road. Luckily no one was driving, but Gretchen was still not having any of this today.

“Let me go!” they called uselessly.

It hurt to pull against the string but they really didn’t know what else to do. It was a little while before they suddenly collided with someone and was finally able to stop. Unfortunately the two of them crashed to the ground.

“I’m so sorry!” the stranger yelped.

Gretchen put a hand to their forehead, which had bumped into the stranger’s. “No, it’s all good. No harm done.”

“I should have paid more attention but my string was pulling me away and I—”

Gretchen finally took a look at the stranger in question. Bright orange hair overtook every feature and it was radiant as the morning sun. Eyes like drops of chocolate, enticingly sweet. She was too perfect.

Gretchen looked down at their string. It was white.

“Hi,” the stranger murmured. “I’m Pamella. I guess we’re—”

Gretchen got up and ran.

They were in tears when they came to terms with what happened.

They stood in the bathroom sobbing in front of the mirror. John’s voice echoed in their head.

Same sex soulmates have a higher mortality rate due to disapproval and lack of acceptance from peers.

They shook their head to rid themself of their thoughts. They didn’t care what their dad thought. They didn’t.

Same sex soulmates more often die and are even murdered. I don’t want that for you.

No. It was all stigma. It was all lies. Shut up.

You should focus on things like work and school, not some frivolous nonsense such as one person in all the world meant to be with you.

Shut up!

Gretchen was on the verge of screaming but kept as quiet as possible. They didn’t want to worry their siblings.

They didn’t care what their dad thought. They didn’t.

Even still they couldn’t accept what they have faced.

Gretchen was eighteen when they met their soulmate for a second time.

Perhaps not entirely true, given that they had spotted Pamella at school a few times since their run-in. This, however, was their first proper encounter since Gretchen ran.

“Uh, excuse me!” Pamella’s voice called out, catching Gretchen’s attention. They realised who it was and tried to walk away faster.

Go away, go away, go away—

“Hey!” Pamella caught up with them, standing in front of them with a shy smile. “So… I, uh… wanted to give you time to process everything, but I��ve seen you avoiding me like crazy. I just… wanted to know why? At first I thought maybe you were upset about me knocking you over, but I don’t know. Man, I feel like an asshole.” She chuckled awkwardly.

Gretchen blinked. “Sorry,” they said on instinct. “Uh… it’s not you, it’s me, I gotta go.”

They walked away without another word.

Gretchen was home alone with Marion when they confessed to what had been going on.

“Wow,” Marion murmured. “I mean, obviously I knew you’d met your soulmate, I just thought… well, I don’t know. Why’d you run?”

Gretchen buried their face in their hands. “It’s complicated.”

“C’mon, talk to me, bestie.”

Gretchen sighed and sat up. “My dad scared me as a kid telling me I was gonna die if my soulmate was a girl.”

Marion paused, their expression never changing. “The fuck?”

“He was talking about, like, mortality rates of gay soulmates and divorce and shit, so… ten year old me took it to heart for some reason.”

“Huh. So when you realised your soulmate is a girl… aw, Gretch.”

“I know, it’s stupid.”

“No it’s not. I promise you, it’s not stupid. Your dad is a piece of shit.”

Gretchen snorted. “Yup, sounds right.”

“Don’t let him ruin your experience with your soulmate. I promise you, if you let your parent try to run your life, it’ll just hurt. Trust me.”

Gretchen glanced over at Marion. They couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks, Mari.”

“You gonna go after your soulmate?”

“I might have to.”

The next day at school, Gretchen was the one to approach Pamella.

“Hi,” they murmured shyly.

“Hey,” Pamella replied with hesitation.

“I, uh… I know I’ve been a dick… but… I wanna… try this whole thing again. You deserve better from your… soulmate.”

Pamella was clearly shocked, and Gretchen gave her time to process what they had said. She took a deep breath and finally spoke.

“Hi. I’m Pamella. He/him pronouns.”

Gretchen blinked. That was unexpected.

“Oh. Uh, Gretchen. They/them pronouns.”

Pamella smiled. “Nice to meet you, Gretchen. I’m sure you’re a bit surprised that I’m… ya know, trans. I’m not out to my parents, so that makes it a bit hard to transition, not to mention I’m scared to get my hair cut.”

“I mean, you don’t need a haircut to be trans, though. Being trans makes you trans. I mean, I’m still feminine and nonbinary as fuck, they’re not mutually exclusive.”

Pamella blushed. “Thanks. I’m glad you get it.”

Gretchen grinned. Maybe having a soulmate wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Gretchen and Pam were twenty when they decided to label themselves as platonic soulmates.

They weren’t romantically involved and they were okay with that. Gretchen was aromantic and Pam didn’t care about relationships. He really just wanted to be with Gretchen in a platonic way. They were all he needed.

They had tried to make it work as romantic soulmates, which didn’t last long.

The one thing they continued to do in their platonic relationship was cuddle.

Gretchen laid on top of Pam, who laid on his back and ran his hand up and down their back. Gretchen was having a difficult day and all they needed was cuddles on the couch with a movie on the TV.

Gretchen looked up at Pam, his new haircut still ravishing in their eyes. Gretchen had been tempted to shave their head but decided against it since they liked how they dyed it. Black on one side, their natural brown on the other.

“Pam?” they murmured.

Pam glanced down at them. “Yeah?”

“Do you think we’re soulmates because we just understand each other so much?”

Pam smiled. “I think we’re soulmates because we complete each other in a way no one else gets.”

Gretchen smiled back. They laid their head back down and closed their eyes, Pam running a hand through their hair.

“I’m glad we crashed into each other.”

Pam chuckled. “Me too, love.”

@nachosforfree

[woah-were-halfway-there]

Just What I Needed

A/N: so many of you have been asking for more of my Along For The Ride series and I 🥺 y’all are the reason I even wrote this new piece and decided to continue the story at all, so shout out to you all. This is going to be a little sub-series of at least a few parts so if you haven’t read any of AFTR first I recommend it. Also, this is takes places right after this one shot here. Enjoy 🥰

Word Count: 5.2k

"I think I might be pregnant again."

It took Auston a second to process what you had just said and wrap his head around the concept entirely. When you brought up the topic of having another baby one day, he didn't think you meant right then. But at the same time, he didn't care because there was a possibility he may have another little bean running around soon, and he loved that thought. 

"Are you serious?" He finally breathed out and noticed just how anxious you seemed. 

"I- yeah. I haven't been physically ill like I was when we found out I was pregnant with Mia, but I've been feeling off. I feel like there's just something going on with my body, and I mean, there's still the likelihood that I'm not pregnant again, but, my period is late and-."

"Hey, you don't have to justify yourself," Auston spoke up when you began rambling. You were thankful for how well he was handling what you said, but you still felt overly emotional about it as you shifted away from him and started petting Frank as a way to keep yourself from crying. However, it didn't take long for your husband to notice what you were doing. "Babe, come here. Talk to me."

He sat upright and moved to pull you close to him again. Once his arm was around your waist, though, he hesitated because he wasn't sure if you wanted your space or not, but when you didn't move away, he took that as a sign to continue. 

You weren't sure why you were getting so worked up. For all you knew, it could have most definitely been pregnancy hormones, but you still weren't sure, and that's what was stressing you out. 

"I just need to know, Auston," you whispered as you turned to face him again, and he didn't miss a beat by reaching up to wipe away a stray tear that was rolling down your cheek. "I need to know if I'm pregnant so bad, but at the same time, I don't want to."

"What do you mean?"

You sighed. 

"I hate not knowing why I'm feeling the way that I am. If I'm not pregnant, then what's wrong with me? And it's so much more than that too. The thought of having another baby right now is scary to me. What if something happens while you're away or I just struggle because you're not here. Remember how stressed we were about that kind of thing with Mia? Sure it all worked out, but the thought still makes me nervous, and the timing would be completely different, seeing as it's November. You were in the off-season for pretty much the entire first half of my pregnancy last time, I had you with me when I felt like I needed it most. I don't know, I feel like I'm getting so worked up now, but I worry about these things, Aus."

"I understand," he nodded and looked away thoughtfully, the expression on his face changing. But you knew that look, he was internally blaming himself over what you had said, but you refused to let him. "I'm sorry you feel uneasy about this and that I can't always be here. I wish I could."

"I know you do, and that's enough, Auston. You're enough."

"It doesn't always feel like it, though. It's like I'm so much, Mia is growing up insanely fast, and I'm not always here for it all. Who's to say it won't be the same or worse when we do have another baby?"

"You're not missing anything, though. As much as I too wish you could be here all the time, you're doing what you love. Mia and I will always be cheering you on as you do that too. Just because you're away sometimes doesn't mean Mia is going to forget about you or love you any less. You know damn well how much of a daddy's girl she is. She can't contain her excitement when you come home from a road trip because she loves you so much. I just know that if and when we have any more kids, it'll be the same."

At that, he smiled before shaking his head. 

"I thought I was the one trying to make you feel better."

You chuckled. 

"That's kinda how we work, huh? Always levelling the other out in some way."

"Always," he replied before leaning forward to kiss you softly. "We just get each other like that. Which is also how I know there's something else that's bothering you. Come on, spill."

"You're very observant, Matthews," you mumbled while rolling your eyes. 

"Please, you find it endearing."

"I find it annoying," you corrected, making him scoff as you chuckled at his reaction. "I'm kidding. But yeah, I guess there is something still bothering me, but it's hard to explain."

"Try me," Auston replied, giving your hand an encouraging squeeze. 

"It's just, yes, there are things that make me feel uneasy about the possibility of being pregnant, but as I said earlier, I really would love to have more kids. I love thinking about Mia being a big sister one day, and the thought of growing our family together. But what if right now isn't the time to do so? Maybe there never will be a time."

"I don't think the timing is an issue," he stated and began tracing over your knuckles with his thumb. "I can't think of us having more kids being at a bad time, ever. It could be now, or it could be months or years down the road, and I'd still be happy. But only if you're ready, of course."

"I think I am," you told him honestly. "Which is also stressing me out because I do want to be pregnant again. It feels weird to say out loud, but yeah, I'm hoping that I am pregnant, however, maybe I'm not Auston. I have this gut feeling that I am, but I'm afraid I'm getting my hopes up. A lot of people struggle with getting pregnant, Auston. We can't assume we won't because we've already lucked out with our little girl."

You stopped and wiped away a tear you could feel that was about to break free again. Auston was quiet, but after a moment of processing what you just said, he finally spoke up again. 

"You've been thinking about this a lot, haven't you?"

"More than I probably should be. I just really care about it, maybe a little too much."

"There's no such thing as caring too much," he responded and nudged your shoulder so you'd look at him again. "You're just full of so much love, and that's fine. It's part of what makes you an amazing mother to our daughter. We're in this together. Although there may be some bumps along the way, everything is going to be fine. This may be one of those bumps, but it also might be what we're hoping for. Pregnant or not, though, we're going to be ok, Y/N."

It was impossible for you not to be full-on sobbing by that point. Auston always knew what to say when you needed to get out of your own head a little bit, and this situation was no exception. You weren't crying because you were upset or frustrated, you were just so damn emotional having conversations like this one, but so thankful to have him help you get through them. 

Once Auston realized you were crying, he quickly pulled you into his embrace and held you tightly. He didn't say anything, just let you get those emotions out while gently rubbing your back and placing soft pecks on your head. After a minute or so went by, he began reassuring you and telling you how much he loved you all without letting you go. It was no wonder how, after that, you eventually started feeling better. 

"Thank you, Auston, I needed that," you told him as you moved away, sniffling as you wiped away any stray tears. 

"Of course, I'm always going to be here for you, babe. Don't feel like you have to bottle up anything, ok? We're a team."

"The best one," you stated before letting out a shaky breath. "I love you."

"And I love you," he replied while tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "We're going to be fine."

"As long as we have each other."

"Exactly," he nodded with a smile.

You returned the smile before shrugging a little bit. "I guess I should go to the store and pick up some tests tomorrow."

"Or I could," he suggested. "Then, you can make an appointment with your doctor if you want, and we can go from there."

"Auston, I'm not going to make you go buy pregnancy tests for me," you told him and shook your head. 

"You're not making me do anything, I'm offering to get them. Besides, aren't you and Mia busy tomorrow visiting with Steph?"

"Well, yeah, but-."

"Then I'll do it, Y/N, I'm sure I can manage to buy some pregnancy tests," he retorted. "I'm getting up early, and if Mia is awake, which we both know she will be, I'll take her with me. I want you to relax, alright? Don't worry, I'll take care of everything in the morning, and you can rest up. But, I won't get the tests if you don't want to take them."

"No, I do," you started. "I want to see what they say at least; I just don't want to do it alone."

"You won't have to. I'll be back with them before you even need to start getting ready, and although I have to leave on Sunday, we can still do this together. Deal?"

You smiled and looked down at his extended hand, chuckling at how he was going to make you shake in agreement for this game plan. But regardless, you took his hand and shook it, feeling even more nervous and excited than before. 

"Deal."

 ~*~

The following morning was a bit of a whirlwind, but not necessarily in a bad way. 

Your daily routine usually consisted of waking up early with Mia seeing as her sleeping schedule had her getting up around 8 every morning looking for something to eat. And although some days that seemed way too early, there weren't many things you loved more than going into your daughter's room and seeing her smile excitedly once she laid eyes on you. 

She loved mornings and seeing her always put you in a good mood as you got her and yourself ready to start the day. But for this particular morning, you didn't have that.

As you slowly blinked your eyes open, you noticed how Auston was not asleep next to you. Although you were aware that he was getting up early, you still couldn't help the small pout that formed on your lips due to his absence. 

You weren't even sure how long you'd slept until, but when you reached over to grab your cell phone off the bedside table to see it was almost 10, your eyes widened in a panic. Without a second thought, you sat right up and scrambled out of bed to go get to Mia. 

It wasn't until you were about halfway through changing into some track pants and a hoodie that you heard a series of giggles come from downstairs, followed by Auston speaking in a dramatic voice. You let out a sigh of relief, reminding yourself that you weren't a terrible mother and that you had no reason to rush to your daughter's aid seeing as she was perfectly fine hanging out with her dad. 

You were about to join them but were hit by an intense wave of nausea that had you rushing to the washroom as quickly as possible. You didn't end up getting sick, but it sure felt like you could, and as soon as you stood up straight again, your mind wandered to what you and Auston discussed the night before. That same thought stayed in your mind while you moved away from the toilet to brush your teeth. 

What just happened wasn't the first time you'd felt ridiculously nauseous in the past few weeks, and you just knew it had to mean something. So, with a quick shake of your head, you rinsed off your toothbrush and mentally prepared yourself to head downstairs, wondering how the day's events would play out after talking with Auston again.

When you reached the bottom step, you were greeted by Frank, who looked up at you expectantly as he waited for some head rubs. After leaning down and giving him the attention he craved for a few minutes, you walked towards the living room where music, Auston's off-key singing, and Mia's laughter sounded, bracing yourself for what you were about to walk into. 

Slowly, you peeked around the doorframe, hoping to go unnoticed for a little while longer as you peered into the room and observed as Auston held Mia, swaying with her as he sang along Van Morrison's Brown Eyed Girl. Thoroughly enjoying what you were witnessing, you moved further into the room and leaned against the frame with your arms crossed over your chest as the other two kept dancing around without a care in the world. 

"You, my brown-eyed girl," Auston sang as he dipped Mia towards the ground before bringing her right back up again, earning another series of giggles from the toddler as she wrapped her arms around her dad's neck and snuggled closer to him with a huge smile. You couldn't help but feel your heart swell with affection as you watched your two favourite people interact the way they did, and didn't dare interrupt them. It was just too good seeing how strong of a bond those two had; however, it didn't take long for Mia to notice your presence lurking nearby. 

"Mommy!" She exclaimed excitedly, wasting no time taking her head off Auston's shoulder so she could look at you better while reaching her hand outwards.

"And what am I?" Auston asked your daughter in a tone that made it seem like he was greatly offended. "We were having a great time, but that doesn't matter anymore cause your mom is here now, huh, punk?"

He then scrunched his face at her before bringing his hand up in a threatening way, then moving it to her belly and tickling until she squealed and giggled all over again. 

"No, daddy!" Mia stated between laughs while trying to push his hand away, but Auston kept going. They carried on like that for another moment, before Mia looked at you again and decided she just was not having it anymore. "Mama!"

How she called out to you was like a mix of pouting and whining, something she tended to do when she wasn't getting her way. You and Auston expected that from an almost-two-year-old, but sometimes she was just so damn sassy, and it'd catch you both off guard.

"Woah, ok, alright," Auston said and moved to set Mia down. By that point, she was a walking machine and had no issue making the few steps she had to take to get to where you were standing. Once she reached you, she already had a smile on her face and was no longer frustrated as you leaned down to pick her up. 

"Now, you know how I feel when you come home from away games, and she no longer wants anything to do with me," you teased your husband before looking at Mia as she clung onto you. "Isn't that right, sweetheart? You love your daddy very much, don't you?"

"Ya," she responded and leaned against your shoulder, all while looking towards her dad knowingly. 

The way Mia had Auston so effortlessly wrapped around her finger was a very amusing thing to see. Since the two of you started dating, you had seen how dead serious Auston could be in certain situations, but when it came to his daughter, that side of him was almost non-existent.

With him, Mia could get away with just about anything. He was always incredibly soft with her, and you knew how much he hated being the 'mean' parent when one of you had to be. On more than one occasion, he had guilted you into being the one to explain to Mia how something she did was bad. Although the two of you did work as a team to tackle the teaching and disciplining of your daughter, you still knew it was especially hard on him sometimes. 

It wasn't like Mia had a favourite parent or anything either. She adored both you and Auston so, so much. When times came where she was a bit too sassy or was misbehaving, you hated having to not be cool and explain to her the way she was acting wasn't ok. But, it was all part of your parenting job. You and Auston were the ones responsible for Mia's development and wellbeing, and although that itself was a stressful thought sometimes, she always made it worth it. 

At just 22 months, she already had such a big personality, and it always showed. It was never hard to tell what kind of mood she was in, or how she felt because those emotions were always being expressed, and you loved seeing the little person she was becoming with each passing day. 

"Frank, mommy," Mia spoke up, snapping you out of your thoughts while pointing towards the Goldendoodle as he passed the two of you and headed towards the kitchen. "Frank, come back!"

"I think he wants something to eat, Hunny. What about you? Did hanging out with daddy all morning make you hungry too?"

"Mhm," she replied while nodding.

"Ok, well then, why don't we go get you some bananas, hmm?" You asked, and she nodded again. "Then we can watch a movie and play with Frank, all you want. Do you remember who we're going to visit later today?"

"Steph!" 

"Yes!" You exclaimed and leaned down to peck her on the cheek, before lowering your voice to a whisper, but still loud enough that Auston could hear. "And don't tell your daddy, but I think Mitchy is going to be there too."

"Mitchy!" She squealed, making you chuckle.

"What?" Auston scoffed as he stepped closer to the two of you. "I thought you two and Steph were having a girl's day."

"We were originally, but Mitch isn't doing anything today," you told him. "After Mia has a nap, the plan was to go over to their house anyway, but now I think we're going to stay in and make tacos or something there instead of going out to eat. Come with us, if you're feeling up for it. Maybe we can invite them here."

"Well, you know I'm not one to turn down a good meal," he responded. "I have to run downtown real quick at some point today to pick up that new suit, but other than that, I was just going to hang out with Frank while you two were gone. I'd love to join."

"Perfect," you smiled as you cuddled closer to Mia and started making way to the kitchen to get your daughter her snack. 

You moved around the large granite island smoothly as you walked to the fridge to grab some juice and a banana from where a bunch of them rested on the counter nearby. Just as you were about to grab the cutting board to start prepping the snack, Auston swooped in and took Mia from your hold to get her settled in her chair as you continued with what you were doing. You smiled at him thankfully before peeling the banana and cutting it up into slices for Mia to munch on, knowing it would keep her from getting hungry again until actual lunchtime.

Once you finished cutting the fruit, you put the slices on one of Mia's colourful plastic dishes and gave it to her before going back to make yourself something to eat as well. 

"Babe, sit down, I can make us something," Auston spoke as he snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

"You haven't eaten yet?" You asked as you spun around in his hold and let him push you gently back against the counter.

"No, wasn't that hungry. And I wanted to wait for you."

The next thing you knew, he was leaning down to catch your lips in a soft, but needy kiss. You smiled at the contact as you slowly moved your hands up his arms, before wrapping them around the back of his neck and pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. After a few moments of doing that, you pulled away and smiled up to your husband. 

"Good morning."

"Good morning to you, too," Auston replied with a goofy grin before pulling you into his embrace. You chuckled while shaking your head but soon relaxed as you rested against his chest and glanced over at Mia; your smile widening as you observed your daughter off in her own little world. "How are you feeling?"

"Alright," you told him. "Was a little nauseous when I first got up, but it passed fairly quickly."

He hummed in response and began rubbing up and down your back in a comforting manner. Nothing else was said between the two of you after that. You both found enough comfort in the other's presence while quietly observing Mia as she watched Frank, while he stared out the sliding glass doors at the birds roaming around in the backyard. 

You were content. There wasn't one thing you didn't love about the little life you and Auston created together. It just seemed so perfect, but yet, you still felt like something was missing. 

Your gaze then trailed over to the small breakfast table on the other side of the kitchen, where a white plastic bag with the logo of the pharmacy down the road sat. You didn't even have to ask Auston to know what was in the bag, but you still found yourself moving away from him and walking towards it. Auston followed and watched as you looked in the bag, and sure enough, inside, there were five different types of pregnancy tests.

"I didn't know what one to get," he spoke softly. "There were so many different brands and types. I kinda decided just to wing it and hope for the best."

"No, it's ok," you replied and turned back to face him. "I appreciate you picking these up for me."

"Of course. Don't want you to worry about a thing."

At that, you smiled before snapping your attention to Mia as she let out a loud noise. 

"Frank!" She called, and you leaned over to see Frank leaving the room, much to your daughter's dismay. 

"I'm convinced she loves him more than she does us sometimes," Auston whispered as he leaned down to rest his chin on your shoulder. 

"Oh, shut up," you laughed and swatted his arm. "They're best friends."

Auston just chuckled and shook his head before standing up straight again and stepping towards Mia. 

"All done with your banana, baby girl?" 

"All done," she repeated while raising her arms as if to say she wanted out of her chair.

"I figured, seeing as half of it is on the floor," he teased as he leaned down to pick up the fallen fruit, before tossing them out and going back to pick Mia up and kiss her cheek. "Well, Miss Mia, why don't we go to wash your hands, then we can take Frank to the park, and when we come home, we can watch a movie."

"Lion, daddy?" 

"Yes, of course, we can watch the Lion King… again." 

"Solid plan, that'll wear her out a little bit," you joked as you filled a glass with water and sipped on it, mentally preparing yourself to take the pregnancy tests. 

"Gotta get that nap in somehow," Auston responded with a wink as he grabbed a baby wipe and washed off Mia's hands before exiting into the hallway to get himself, and your daughter dressed to go outside. 

"For our sanity and hers, yes," you chuckled and followed after them. 

"Mommy come?" You heard Mia ask as Auston zipped up her winter coat.

"No, sweetie, I'm going to stay here and make breakfast for your dad and me. But when you get back, I'll have your blanket and stuffy all set up for your movie."

"I thought I was making breakfast," Auston said and turned back to face you.

"Chill, Matthews, I got it," you responded. "Don't need you burning our toast to a crisp like you did the other day."

"Not my fault, the setting was so high," he grumbled and rolled his eyes. He then set Mia down to put on his coat and grab Frank's leash so the three could head on out, but for some reason, he seemed a little hesitant to go.

And you knew exactly why.

"Auston, I'm going to wait until you're back to take those tests," you told him. "We're in this together, remember?"

"Yeah," he smiled. "We'll be back in like 20 minutes."

"Awesome gives me enough time to make some food and drink more water. See you three in a little bit."

"Bye, mommy!" Mia called as Auston opened the front door, and she began following him and Frank outside.  

"Bye, baby," you said and stood there smiling until the door closed, and you were on your own. "Alright, let's get this show on the road."

Just like Auston had said, he, Mia and Frank was all back around 20 minutes later. In that time to yourself, you downed three glasses of water and cooked some bacon and eggs. However, you seemingly lost your appetite when it came to actually eating anything. 

"Aus, I think I'm going to take those tests now," you said after a few minutes of picking at the food on your plate. The two of you were sitting at your kitchen's little breakfast bar, facing the living room so you'd both be able to keep an eye on Mia as she sat on the couch watching the Lion King, and your nerves were just getting too bad to wait any longer. "My anxiety is through the roof right now."

He slowly nodded in response, and you could tell he was thinking about what to say next. After taking a sip of his water, he glanced over at you and spoke up. 

"Do you want your space?"

"Yeah," you told him honestly. "I'll come to get you once I'm done." 

"Ok," he smiled and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. "Leave your plate; I'll clean up. Let me know if you need anything."

"I will."

You stood up from the stool and walked over to where the pharmacy bag still sat. After grabbing it, you glanced back to the living room to check on Mia one last time before walking down the hall to the main floor washroom and doing what you needed to do. 

About ten minutes later, you left the washroom with your phone in hand and a timer set. You remained quiet as you entered the living room and crawled into the spot beside Auston, where he sat on the couch. He didn't say anything, He just pulled you closer and let you cuddle into his side, knowing all that needed to be said would happen in the next few minutes. He watched as you kept tapping your phone screen to life, anxiously counting down the seconds to when the two of you could go see what each of the tests said. 

Mia was oblivious to everything going on. She was very quiet, laying a few feet away from you on the couch, cuddling with Frank and her stuffed whale, while fighting extremely hard to keep her eyes open as Timon and Pumba started singing Hakuna Matata. The walk sure did its job in tiring her out enough to take a nap, and with each passing moment, you could see her eyes getting droopier until finally, they closed completely. 

And then your alarm went off. 

You and Auston both jumped slightly at the sudden noise, before instinctively looking over to see if it had woken Mia up. Luckily it didn't, and once you realized that, you both slowly glanced back at each other knowingly. 

"Ready?" Auston asked.

"Yeah," you spoke quietly. "As ready as I'll ever be."

The two of you stood up then and went over to place some pillows near Mia. She wasn't much of a mover when she slept, and the couch cushion was wide enough that she shouldn't accidentally roll off onto the floor, but still, you and Auston were both careful and made sure to plan for the worst in case it were ever to happen. Auston then placed a small blanket over her for if she got cold. Then, he made sure to pet Frank before linking his hand with yours and guiding you back down the hallway towards the washroom.

You had left the door open and could easily see the four tests you did sitting where you left them on the counter and didn't know what to feel. You saved the fifth one on purpose for if you needed further confirmation of whether you were indeed pregnant or not, and after one final glance at Auston, you stepped into the room to see what each one said. 

After glancing down at the first test, your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. There was no plus or minus symbol, no message on the tiny screen indicating what you wanted to know so bad, no nothing, and that didn't sit right with you. Without even thinking, you reached out and grabbed Auston's hand, hoping for some reassurance because you could already feel your hope slipping away, and then he spoke up.

"Babe, look at the other three."

So, you did, and sure enough, each one stated that you were indeed pregnant again. 

"Oh, my God," you gasped as a sob involuntarily left your mouth. You immediately moved a hand up to cover your mouth and look at Auston with watery eyes before pulling you in for a tight hug. "We're having another baby."

"We're going to be parents again, Y/N. It doesn't seem real."

"It is," you blubbered and squeezed him even more. "I'm so happy Auston; I just had a feeling that I was and-."

"I know, I know," he soothed while rubbing his hand up and down your back. You couldn't tell with how your face was buried against the fabric of the hoodie he wore, but he was smiling so damn wide. He was ecstatic and instinctively wanted to know more. How far along were you? When would the doctor predict your due date would be? And most importantly, was the baby healthy?

Auston had so many questions, but he was aware that it wasn't the time to ask them. He knew this was going to be yours and his little secret for the time being. Although he was content with that, he was just so excited and couldn't wait to see how the rest of how everything would play out. 

And neither could you.

[ka-za-ri]

Prize Pt. 3 (Finale)

Ahoy! The last part of this commission is here! It was so hard to try and fit everything my client wanted into the fic overall, so I’m sorry if it might feel a little off. I did my best to give y’all a good end product! ｡ﾟ(｡ﾉωヽ｡)ﾟ｡

Chapter Index and Obey Me! Masterlist: here Ao3 Mirror: Here Pairing: Satan x Reader Genre: Smut Wordcount: 3,700 ish   Tags: Soft smut, fluffy stuff, confessions, Summary: The cards are all on the table and the game is revealed. An uncertain future is discussed and feelings are confessed.

Victory

The months following that fateful day you spent with Satan passed without much commotion. In fact, it felt as though the attempts at usurping your time had diminished since then. It was easy to fool yourself into thinking that they had simply gotten tired of the game they played. It was easier to believe they were all busy with the sudden influx of papers and projects that needed to be completed for classes or that they had other pressing matters to attend.

You didn’t think much of the fatigue or the nausea, chalking it up to having to pull multiple all-nighters in order to get things done on time. The changes in your sleep schedule were easily explained by your terrible habits; and the cravings you had for food you rarely even thought about could just be another symptom of your delusional state as you crammed as much information about Demonic History, Sociology and Sigil Writing as you could within the time allotted to you.

It wasn’t until you missed your monthly cycle more than once that you realized something was distinctly different. From the way the brothers treated you to your mood swings and the tenderness your body felt, it all started to click together. You waited another week, just in case the stress was causing you to be late, but when nothing came of it, you realized that there were certain things you needed to discuss.

“Can we study in your room?” you asked, veering from the usual path to the library and closer to the dorms. “There’s uh…some things I kinda want to discuss, but preferably not in public.”

Satan raised a brow at your request but said nothing, leading you to his room and quietly shutting the door behind him once you were safely within. You sat on his bed, staring mostly at the floor though your gaze flicked up to meet his eyes from time to time. The words you had to say were just at the tip of your tongue, but actually getting them out was going to be the hardest part.

“So, uhm…we need to talk,” you started.

“Yes, that much has been established already,” your demeanor concerned him to say the least. He pulled a chair over to sit across from you, “So, let’s talk.”

“There really isn’t a good way to say this...” you grimaced, already imagining the various tragic outcomes of what you were going to tell him, “but uh…I haven’t had my period this month.”

He blinked, processing what you were telling him. There was an unending awkward silence between the two of you that practically drove you mad. After several excruciating moments of stillness, Satan let out a deep sigh. You couldn’t interpret the meaning of his reaction and waited with bated breath for his reply.

“Is…Is that so. Is this the first time you’ve ah…missed it?” he struggled to understand your human anatomy. “Is this normal?”

“No, It’s not normal…it’s close to the second month I haven’t had it. I’m. I’m pretty sure I’m pregnant.”

He blinked slowly and exhaled deeply through his nose when he heard the news. It was impossible to read his expressions. His face remained impassive for a time before he broke out into a small smile, but that was quickly dashed away and replaced once again with concern. “I…See…Well, I suppose we do need to talk...”

It was your turn to be surprised. “What do you mean?”

Satan leaned back in his chair, folding his hands in his lap and contemplated what he was about to tell you. Things were bound to reach this point anyway, but he was still nervous. He needed to deliver the information to you in the most matter of fact fashion, yet his voice still wavered a bit. “So, you know how you were told that you’re here in an exchange program to strengthen bonds between the realms?”

“Yes...”

“Well, Diavolo was pretty serious about the strengthening bonds and relationships part.”

“I’m afraid I don’t follow very well.”

Satan sighed, hating to have to go into a long lecture, but it was the only way for you to properly understand the game they had played ever since you arrived. “To be blunt, Diavolo believes that the demon population is dwindling at an unacceptable rate. In an effort to bolster the population numbers, he started this exchange program as a trial run and requested that denizens of the House of Lamentation assist in his ah…competition to, you know….” he trailed off, not sure how to further explain things.

Ah, there it was. There wasn’t a need for Satan to continue. You had suspected something from the very start, just having your suspicions confirmed laid your doubts to rest. Your gut instincts had been correct, and all the effort you put into spending time with the man in front of you had paid off. It was a winning scenario for all parties. Diavolo’s trial was a success; and you were with someone that you chose to be with, so long as the child was his.

“I see...” you nodded. “Now everything makes sense...”

“I’m, well, I guess I should apologize for all of us, we’re sorry that we didn’t tell you. Rules and everything kept us from saying anything.”

You giggled, “It wasn’t that hard to figure out. I had an idea of what was going on pretty early.”

“You…you did?” Satan looked at you incredulously. He had thought he kept his end of the deal pretty well. He couldn’t speak for his brothers, but he knew for a fact that he hadn’t said anything incriminating nor did he do anything that felt obviously related to the competition.

“None of you are very good at hiding your intentions,” you shrugged, brushing his shock to the side and moving onto more pressing matters that you wanted to discuss. “How…how would you feel if you were the father of this child?”

“Me​?” He could hardly believe his ears. He had played the game on the loosest terms, only interacting with you when he had to. The one time he did bed you, it had been in the heat of the moment and when he wasn’t completely himself. “As flattered as I am to hear this, I don’t know if I would be the best candidate for the father.” Even if he was completely elated at the idea, there was no confirmation that the child was his yet he couldn’t bring himself to celebrate his victory just yet. The child could belong to any one of his brothers. 

“What if I want you to be the father?” you beckoned him to sit next to you on the bed, guiding his hand to your abdomen and letting him feel the life that was growing there. From there, it only took a little bit of magic to figure out if your suspicions were true. Unfurling a small tendril of magic to assess who the child might belong to. As soon as his magic made contact with the energy within you, there was no doubt in his mind it belonged to him.

“How’d you know?” 

You smiled sweetly at him. “Well, let’s just say that out of all the times I’ve been with a demon, you were the only one who I let close when I was the most fertile.”

“Really? You chose me? Out of everyone else?” Realization dawned on his face when he realized you had actually played the rest of them at their own game. His face flushed with a mixture of excitement and bashfulness. He always knew he had the same chance as his brothers to win, however hearing that he had been chosen to win made his victory all the sweeter. He embraced you, tightly holding you against him and laid you down to cuddle in celebration. Satan won. Asmodeus had been first, the others had been more vocal and forward; but he was the victor in the end. It was a fact he struggled to grasp but having felt the life growing within you only confirmed it and it felt incredible.

“Yes, you,” you giggled at how incredulous he sounded. Kissing him softly on the forehead, you brushed his hair away from his eyes. “I’m glad it’s you. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Satan heaved a heavy sigh of relief, the weight of guilt from hiding the competition away from you had stressed him to the point where he couldn’t sleep for many nights. Though the others had followed Diavolos orders and pursued you, he chose to let you come to him. It was a risk, but one that paid off in the end. Hearing that it was what you wanted warmed his heart, and he held onto you tightly in that relief.

The two of you laid mostly in silence together, every now and then murmuring a soft affirmation of your adoration for each other. Other than that, it was a simple, comfortable quiet you had grown accustomed to and cherished with him. You didn’t need to exchange words. Just enjoying his company was enough to have you feel satisfied and loved.

He still couldn’t get over the fact that even if none of the brothers had overtly said anything about the competition, you had been able to piece everything together on your own. There was an undeniable sexiness about how you had all of them eating out of the palm of your hand. To know that out of all his brothers, he was chosen gave him a rather smug sense of pride he couldn’t quite describe. It was easier to just show you his affection and his relief.

What was supposed to be an innocent study date turned into a serious conversation. In turn, that turned into a cuddling session once things were discussed and revealed. Everything being out in the open and on the table released so much of the tension you had been holding onto for so long that you found yourself quickly falling into a doze in Satan’s arms. His words earlier had given you so much reassurance that things would be alright. With the worst of your worries alleviated, you felt like you could properly rest for the first time in weeks.

Though, it seemed as if Satan had other ideas.

With the others out doing errands or going to meetings, it meant the whole dorm was empty; and he could be as vocal as he wanted to be when he was around you. Satan’s legs were tangled with your own, making it easy for him to roll his hips to you and let you feel just what you did to him by being close. His cock already half hard poked at your backside, and you let out a soft giggle as you were roused from your half-asleep state. “Really? This is all you can think about? Can’t we just have a cute cuddling moment here?”

“Well, how often do we get the whole place to ourselves? We can be as loud as we want and no one is here to judge.”

“Okay, well, when you put it that way, how can I resist.”

He wrapped his arms protectively over your abdomen pulling you flush against him as he peppered your neck with soft kisses. The dark mark he left weeks ago had long faded, but he wasn’t adverse to making a few more. You were now his after all. There was so much uncertainty about your future, but it would be fine as long as he was with you. Just the knowledge that he was willing to walk down that unpredictable path with you put you at ease. You sighed in content, melting into his embrace. Satan’s hands wandered away from your belly, trailing up to squeeze your tender breasts. You gasped, arching your back and inadvertently pressing your backside against the growing hardness in his pants.

He let out a soft laugh, loving how receptive your body was to all his touches. It was as if the two of you were meant to be. He wasn’t a superstitious man, but Satan couldn’t help but think meeting you was some stroke of destiny. To have you to himself like this only seemed to cement that notion in his mind.

His hips rocking into your backside became more incessant the more his need for you grew. Though it wasn’t as intense as it had been the last time, there was still an innate desire to mate with you. The kisses on your neck trailed lower to your collar bones. Satan’s hand moved from your breasts to snake under your top, easily peeling it off of you in one swift motion to reveal more skin for him to lavish with attention.

He wanted to do it properly this time, kiss you for hours on end and show you just how much he adored you. Spending so much time with you on the regular had only deepened his affections for you, and he wanted to show you that what he felt was beyond his base instincts. He had feelings past the need to claim and mate with you. He had thousands of years to temper himself into something more than a raging ball of impulse.

His hands returned to your breasts. He teased you through the fabric of your bra; and with every moan that came from your lips, you swore you could feel him grow harder. Satan’s breath felt so hot against your skin. Every kiss seemed to brand you with a heat that spread across your body before pooling between your legs. You groaned, struggling to free yourself from his grasp, but his legs around yours and his hands on your breasts kept you in place.

He made up for all the roughness last time with the sweetest kisses at your jawline and on the shell of your ear. Your nipples strained against the fabric of your bra as he continued to grope and play with your breasts until you were gasping his name, “Please… let me touch you too.”

Satan complied, if only so he could now see your face. As soon as you turned over, you pulled him into a deep kiss full of passion and lots of tongue. He hummed in approval of your enthusiasm, holding you flush against his chest. His hands wandered lower and played at the waistband of your bottoms for a brief moment while you kissed before they slid lower to rest at the swell of your ass. You were forced to break away when he abruptly gave your ass a firm squeeze. Chuckling at your surprised squeak as a result, he redoubled his efforts to work your bottoms off of you.

“Couldn’t help myself,” he poorly explained with a slight shrug.

In retaliation, your hand snaked between the two of you and fondled at the growing bulge in his pants. He let out a soft moan of appreciation once his crotch got more friction, and his hips instinctively moved to meet your touch. Satan wasn’t holding back on being vocal in his appreciation for you. With no one around to judge him, he was more than happy to let you know exactly how he felt about you. “Beautiful. Just beautiful,” he breathed in between the kisses you shared.

He maneuvered you to straddle him. In doing so, he found that he had the best view of you in this new position. With one hand firmly on your hip to keep you from going anywhere, his other hand was free to wander and explore your body as he wished. It only served to heighten his arousal as your clothed heat was constantly grinding against his hardening cock.

It was unfair how many clothes he managed to keep on when you were half naked on top of him. While his hand squeezed your breast and teased your nipple, you focused your concentration on evening the playing field. It was no easy task as every piece of clothing you managed to get off of him was reciprocated with a playful pinch of your nipple which only broke your focus. “Stop that,” you grumbled, swatting his hand away from you as you finally got the last layer of his uniform off of him.

“Stop what? Admiring you? Cherishing you? Treasuring you?” His fingers trailed lower to caress your belly. “That’s going to be hard to do.” There was nothing but love in his eyes as he came to terms with what the future with you would bring.

Hearing those words come from him made your heart flutter. The pressure of his bulge against your clothed heat also added to the emotions roiling through you. You wanted to hide, but there was nowhere to go. His hands reached once again for the waistband of your bottoms, carefully unwrapping you like a present. You were only allowed to move off of him just so he could shuck both your bottoms and your panties in one go.

Once again, you found yourself with significantly less clothing than he did. “Not fair,” you grumbled.

“Oh? Shall we even the playing field once again?” he suggested. Satan allowed you to shift off him just enough for him to navigate your hands to his pants. Your hands brushed across his abs in that motion, causing him to shiver before they started to undo the buttons and zipper to his pants. He watched your every movement, entranced at how you looked when you were concentrating. Heat simmered in his eyes, the hunger in them ever growing the more clothing you took off of him.

You decided to leave his boxers on for the time being. The power had swung in your favor this time, and you gently palmed him through the flimsy fabric. The simple action had him shivering and gasping underneath you. It was a sound you could easily get addicted to. You gave yourself the freedom to tease him a bit more, stroking his length through his boxers until he called out your name and begged for you to do more than just touch him with your hand.

“You’re beautiful,” you echoed his earlier sentiments, finally divesting him of his last garment and tossing it carelessly into the corner of his room. “Absolutely beautiful,” you breathed, crawling back on top of him and kissing him deeply. His hands flew to your hips, positioning himself to enter you. As soon as the kiss broke, he slid into you with one fluid motion.

“Fuck,” Satan hissed, his eyelids fluttering. It had been good the first time, but the energy was so different now. He had every desire to draw the moment with you out, show you just how much he cared; but as soon as he was inside, the innate need to mate and breed with you caused a haze to settle over his mind. He wanted to savor the softness while it lasted, and he strained to take even slow strokes in you.

However, seeing you on top of him, so pretty and moaning as his cock took its first few passes, broke what little control he had over his desires. He thrust into you with his hands holding you firmly in place. Everything about you was absolutely divine in his eyes. Even if heaven was locked away from him for eternity, he could at least imagine what it would be like when he was with you like this. Time didn’t matter. The competition and expectations of what was to come of your child were no longer a factor in those blissful moments.

Satan loved seeing you like this, face flushed and eyes lidded in pleasure as both of you chased your releases. He liked knowing when it was all over, you would be falling into his arms and no one else’s. It made him feel as if he could catch you from anything that happened. You were his, and that fact alone drove him into a possessive frenzy. He let his trusts run deeper, harder into you. With every breathy sigh and every moan he came closer to his climax. He could tell you were close with how your head lolled back and how vocal you had become.

“Fuck, Satan…I love you,” you whined in a moment of reckless abandon before you felt your orgasm wash over you in waves. Your vision blurred for a moment as your senses were overwhelmed with your climax.

Your words sent him over the edge. Satan’s heart soared hearing your proclamation, barely believing that you had said it at all. He gasped at the suddenness of his release. Pulling your hips down flush to his, he released his load deep within you, groaning as his balls twitched in the aftermath of such a climax. He had wanted to prolong the experience of being one with you as long as he could, but it was over all too soon.

Gently cradling you and bringing you down from your perch on top of him, Satan let you rest on top of his chest, not wanting to depart from your warm caverns just yet. His instincts also screamed to keep you filled, making sure sure that none of his seed went to waste, even if he had already impregnated you already.

“Say it again,” he murmured, stroking your hair idly as the endorphins sedated him.

“Say what again? I love you?”

“Yes. Again.”

“Okay, okay. I love you,” you admitted, blushing a bit at how often he was making you say it.

“Good. I like knowing that my love wasn’t misplaced.” His fingers in your hair trailed down to rest at your lower back, and he could feel himself drifting out of consciousness. There were too many things he still wanted to talk to you about, but the two of you had all the time in the world to figure things out together.

He hummed an old, soothing tune as he let his thoughts wander. There was still so much for you to learn about the Devildom. A visit to Diavolo would be in order as soon as possible as discussions on matters pertaining to your child were needed. Then, you would most likely need to be put on an accelerated course to make certain you know the ins and outs of Devildom customs and cultures to ensure that your child would grow up in a proper environment. He thought of the ways he could support you, outside of the obvious help in your studies. There was also the concern of the child being born from such a unique lineage. Surely there would be growing pains associated with that as well…

“Satan?” your sweet voice broke him away from his train of thought.

“Yes?”

“You’re stressed out,” you stated plainly. “Your whole body is all tense. Whatever you’re worrying about can wait, right?”

“Yes, my love,” he agreed, pulling the covers over the both of you. Whatever worries he had about the future didn’t feel so daunting, so long as you were with him.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Erik fucking plus size OC and he is obsessed with how wet her pussy is/ Erik fucking plus size OC in college and she wants to do it with the lights off.

Warnings: SMUTTY, Hardcore, College Erik, Sorority OC, Fraternity Erik, Inspiration from Zane story called APF. Just a disclaimer I am not a member of any of these sororities and I don’t want to disrespect or take credit. 

hey y’all! This is so long and detailed. I’m doing another story with an OC. I’ve been reading this Zane book called APF and it is straight up nasty and I figured if I’m doing college Erik and OC I could put my own twist on this amazing erotica and I hope you guys love it! I recommend reading the book y’all I promise you won’t be disappointed 😩😩😩

 “Rodney, ohhhhh, Fuck, Rodney! Yes yes yes!-“ 

“Jada, Stop moaning so damn loud! You want Valentina and Chanel to hear us?”

“She won’t say anything,” Jada laughs before whimpering, “Your dick is just so good, baby.”

“How about you quietly let a nigga know how good this dick is. I don’t want Erik coming up in here ready to kill me-“

“Now, I want you to shut up and fuck me. You better work this pussy and stop complaining! Better yet,” Jada could be heard flipping over on the bed causing the springs to bounce, “Gimmie back shots, you know how much I like it like that, Daddy.”

“So damn nasty, JJ, ahhhhh, Fuck,” Rodney quietly moans before grunting, “Fuck, you got some good pussy on you.”

Valentina didn’t understand why Rodney complained about Jada being so loud when he was making her ass clap back on him. The entire Sorority house could hear them. Both of them were stupid as fuck. Valentina was on her way back from her shift at the Founders Library on campus when she first heard them. She worked in the back of the Library archiving books. This situation with Rodney and Jada has been going on in secret for over a month now. Valentina began to notice some wild shit going on in her Sorority, Alpha Kappa Alpha, just a few days after she joined in her Freshman year. Valentina pledged to uphold the values and ideals of the bond she was seeking to join. It's like a marriage to your sorority. 

After she pledged for Alpha Kappa Alpha, Jada Summers asked Valentina in her sophomore year if she wanted to be in a secret society that involved Not just Alpha Kappa Alpha, but other sororities as well. It wasn’t for the faint-hearted but Valentina decided to go along with it to make new friends. The secret society was involved in sexual freedom and the fulfillment of its members. They titled it Alpha Sigma Zeta Delta because pledges from all the different black sororities were involved. 

Valentina could still remember the initiation process. She had to sleep with a Kappa Alpha Psi member. It was embarrassing at first because she didn’t feel comfortable with her body but he sweet-talked her the entire night like no man has ever done to her. Valentina thought the sex was great, mind-blowing, fantastic, but he complained about her being too shy and how it killed his mood. Luckily he graduated in the winter and she wouldn’t have to see his face again. Ever since then, Valentina hasn’t participated in any sex with her fellow sisters or other fraternities. She was surprised Jada didn’t kick her out yet. It was probably because she was afraid Valentina would tell someone about their secret society. 

“Fuck, JJ, no wonder why Erik kept you, Mhm,” Valentina could hear Rodney slap Jada’s ass, “You can suck some dick girl. Look at that mouth.”

“Ugh,” Valentina complained while trying to get some sleep. She shared a room with another pledge, Chanel, who practically slept like a baby throughout it all. It’s probably because Chanel had Rodney too. 

“Suck the nut out my dick, bitch,” Rodney spoke with a gruff tone, “Suck my shit dry like I told you to.”

“Mmmm, mmmm,” Jada mumbled with a mouth full of dick.

“I wish I could cum in that pretty pussy but that’s Erik’s job, right?”

There was no response but Valentina guesses that she probably nodded her head.

“Fff-fuckkkkkk, uhhhhh,” Rodney damn near lost his cool. The bed rocked a little more, probably from Jada sucking him harder and Rodney fucking her mouth. Right when Valentina grabs one of her champagne silk pillows to cover her ears with, Rodney growled and moaned with his release. After about 30 seconds, Jada and Rodney started laughing and talking with low voices. Too bad the walls were thin. 

“Doesn’t Erik stop by around this time?” Rodney asked.

“Yes, but I didn’t hear from him about that. Why do you always ask about him? I’m sure he’s out there doing his fucking dirt too. I’m grown I can do whatever the fuck I want to. 

“No disrespect, beautiful, just asking. You know Erik is my boy-“

“Just shut the fuck up, Rodney. You’ve been fucking me for over a month now. If that was your boy you wouldn’t be coming to my room every chance you get, would you?”

There was silence followed by the sound of clothes ruffling. Rodney was getting himself dressed to leave. Valentina pulled her Hello Kitty sleeping mask up from her eyes to check the time. It was 11:00 PM. They’d been laid up having sex on and off for about three hours. Now, Valentina was hungry and thirsty. She pulled her comforter back, put on her Ugg slippers, and walked from her room and down the hall to the stairs. She walked at a fast pace so she wouldn’t have to run into Rodney. She tiptoes down the steps and made her way towards the kitchen. Valentina has a habit of snacking late at night and her taste buds were calling for some sour cream and onion chips with an ice-cold glass of apple juice. 

So far so good as she checked the cupboard. They were still stocked with all the junk food in the world. Valentina grabs the rolled-up bag of sour cream and onion chips, then opened the fridge to grab some apple juice with her Alpha Kappa Alpha cup. When she opened the fridge she noticed that it was stocked with Martinelli's 100% Apple Juice. She’s never had it before but Valentina assumed it was because of Erik. He drank those things to death. Jada probably bought them because Erik put her on and now she wanted to put her Sisters on. Taking a chance, Valentina grabs two, closing the fridge and walking to one of the bar stools in the kitchen to sit her round backside on. 

Valentina tried crossing her much thicker thighs while sitting on the barstool, but her plumpness and the area didn’t leave her enough room to get more comfortable. She groans, swinging her feet while leaning over the kitchen island to eat her snacks. As she munched, Valentina could hear Rodney and Jada descending the stairs. The first thing Valentina noticed about Rodney that made all the girls go crazy was his piercing green eyes. His skin reminded you of desert sand and his hair was faded around the temple with loose bouncy curls up top. Jada has tortilla colored skin with sandy brown hair and eyes close to the color of gingerbread. She had abundant umber-colored freckles that covered her nose and cheeks. Athletic and short. Jada wore nothing but an Alpha Kappa Alpha hoodie and her feet were bare.

“So, when do you want to meet up again?” Rodney pulls Jada closer by her waist, bringing his lips to her neck to suck on. Jada slowly pushes his head away before rubbing the spit from her neck.

“You better not had put a hickie on me,” Jada glowered.

“I didn’t calm down. So, when can I see you again?”

“I’ll let you know. You can’t have me whenever you want, Rodney. Erik has to have some of me too.”

Valentina almost choked on a chip. 

“Ugh, I should have never fucked you,” Rodney reached behind her to slap her ass, “You should be mine and only mine.”

Jada giggles before lightly pushing Rodney away, “Boy. Go back to your frat house. I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow.”

“Aight,” Rodney gave Jada a couple pecks on the lips before turning his gaze towards the kitchen and catching Valentina’s eye. He didn’t seem to care not once that he was touching on Jada in front of her. Jada clearly felt the same.

“Sup Valentina,” Rodney gave her a coy smirk, “Couldn’t sleep? 

“Apparently not,” Valentina took a sip of her apple juice.

“Hm, Sorry about that. Jada here is to blame. A nigga can’t help himself when he’s in that pussy. 

Rod, stop it,” Jada shoves him lightly while trying to hide a smile, “Let Valentina snack in peace.”

Rodney puts his hands up in surrender, “Aight, I think it’s time for me to bounce. JJ, Val, I’ll be seeing you.”

Rodney finally makes his exit, closing the door softly behind him. As soon as the door clicked shut, Jada properly locks it before making her way into the kitchen. She walks to the fridge, grabbing one of the apple juices to drink herself. Jada slapped the bottom of the bottle to make it easier to open. Once it was opened, Jada guzzled that juice in practically one gulp before throwing the glass bottle in recycling. Jada pulled all her sandy brown Dominican blown out hair up into a ponytail before taking a seat directly across from a disinterested Valentina.

“So, Val,” Jada licks her full lips, “What has been up with you? You seem to have an issue with me and Rodney.”

Valentina twirled a piece of hair from her wig, “Not an issue. You’re grown, I’m not your mother. But I do think it’s reckless. 

“Teh,” Jada gave a short laugh, “Reckless? Sis, how long have you been a pledge for ASZD? Did you forget your initiation? Did you forget that we participate in all kinds of sex that would have the faint-hearted laid out dead on this kitchen floor? I mean, I’m surprised you aren’t dead.”

Jada chuckles, folding one cream-colored leg over the other, “Sis, what? Are you jealous because I have Rodney and you don’t? 

Valentina rubbed her temples, “No, JJ, I don’t want your sloppy seconds. I just feel like you have Erik so I don’t understand why you would want to fuck Rodney-“

“Because I can,” Jada gave Valentina a wide grin, “Erik is cute, fine as hell, but I don’t owe him anything. We are in an open relationship, Val. He’s probably at some booty call right now giving the bitch some good dick. But it’s cool, one thing I know about Erik is that he will always come back. This good pussy has him hooked. I wouldn’t be surprised if he comes knocking on this door right now-“

Knock Knock

“Oh? Would you look at that.”

Valentina rolled her eyes at Jada before hopping off the bar stool causing her silk half shirt to push out extra cleavage from the top of the shirt. She couldn’t stand Jada at times. She thought she was the best thing walking on two feet. On the outside, she looked breathtaking but on the inside, it would only make you puke. Jada acted like her shit didn’t stink. Valentina walked to the cupboard to put away the chips and that’s when she heard his voice 

“Daddy sorry he’s late, baby girl, you know I’m apart of that teacher's assistant program so I had a lot of papers to grade, look at you,” Valentina looked up in time to see Erik cupping both of Jada’s ass cheeks nice and firm before slapping them extra hard. Jada whimpered like a child in need of attention, wrapping her arms around Erik’s neck 

“Don’t keep me waiting again, Daddy,” Jada sucked on Erik’s neck, “You miss this pussy?”

“You miss this dick?” Erik grabs one of Jada’s hands to rest over his crotch, “Yeah, that’s right, you know how I get when I see you.”

“So damn big,” Jada sighed, “Let’s go, I need it right now.”

Valentina just about heard enough. How was she going to get away with having sex with Erik in her bed after she just had sex with Rodney there? Valentina didn’t want to stick around so she placed both bottles of Martinelli's 100% apple juice in the recycling bin and walked out of the kitchen. Screw being discrete, Valentina loudly walked past them both and towards the stairs 

“Valentina?”

She felt a shiver creep up her spine. Turning, Valentina caught Erik’s eye. Those almost black eyes because of the low light. He always overawed Valentina. Even in just a pair of basketball shorts and a Raiders hoodie with a durag on his head he looked appetizing. Then, he smiles at her with his full lips and deep dimples. Valentine wraps her arms around her belly to calm the butterflies. She was sure she looked a bit peaky and her forehead was sweating. Valentina couldn’t understand how Jada slept with Rodney and whoever else she wanted when a man like Erik stood before her with his large biceps wrapped around her. 

“Hey, Erik.” Valentina shyly places some hair behind her ear, “Long night?”

“Always. Then I have this dissertation to write as well so your boy is tired.”

“Hey, why don’t you get some rest then, yeah? We can pick this back up tomorrow night.” Jada rubbed circles with her long lime green nails in the center of Erik’s chest.

“You tryna keep me away, ma?” Erik gave her a suspicious look before smirking, “I need you to take care of me. I didn’t come all the way over here for you to put me out.”

“Oh, she’ll take care of you alright,” Valentina mumbled before taking the stairs to her room. She had to figure out how she was going to get sleep with an 8 AM class tomorrow.

“Goodnight, Val,” Erik called out to her, Valentina waved at him before turning down the hall and to her bedroom. She felt a ping of jealousy and she hated that it was because of Jada. Erik needed to cut ties with her. Valentina didn’t want to tell him about Rodney because that would be fucked up but at the same time, he didn’t deserve it. Rodney was supposed to be his best friend. Finally, in bed, Valentina pulled her Hello Kitty mask down over her eyes, brought her comforter up and over her whole body, and forced herself to sleep.

——————

“What’s happening tonight? A party? At our house?”

Valentina looked around the lunch table at her Alpha Kappa Alpha sisters. She pushed away from her bacon grilled cheese with a side of sweet potato fries to listen in on the conversation. Party or not she had a research paper due on Monday and if she stayed up to party with AKA and everyone else she wouldn’t get any work done on Saturday. The house would be an uproar.

“Nah, it’s an ASZD party,” Jada spoke with a whisper, “We have new pledges and they have to go through initiation. They have to be trustworthy, secretive, and be willing to take all the freak nasty shit we do to the grave.”

Valentina forgot all about that. She felt her heartbeat quicken behind her rib cage. She really wanted to back out of this one like the last time but if she did she would probably fuck up her chances of being an AKA and she needed that. Valentina comes from a family of women who were AKA. 

“So, I have to lie to Malcolm about where I’m going?” A new pledge of AKA and Jada’s little sis, Janelle, wanted to become a part of ASZD, “We were supposed to go to the movies-“

“Nelle, what did I tell you, sis? This is a serious commitment. You want that sexual gratification? You gotta keep this a secret. We could all lose our reputation and possibly future careers if word gets out to the wrong crowd.”

“You gotta be a woman and look to take sexuality to another level,” China, a southern bell from Texas says, “Freaky Friday is our day. We do this twice a month. 

Janelle nibbled on her bottom lip nervously, “Are the Kappa’s gonna be there? They recruited Tory as a new pledge and Tory is in my Health class. If Tory sees me...he may say something.” 

Jada shared a look with the others before turning her gingerbread-colored eyes back on her sister that could pass as her twin, “If Tory is gonna be there, sis, Tory wants some pussy. If he sees you, he might want to sample what’s between your legs. You’re gonna let Tory have some if he asks?”

Janelle blushed, looking down bashfully at her two slices of veggie pizza, “Yeah...I like Tory.”

“There you go, sis,” Chanel cheers while applying lip gloss to her heart-shaped lips, “It’s gonna be wild and fun. You won’t regret it.”

“So, what do we wear?” Janelle asked with a chipper tone.

“Nothing,” Jada replies.

“Nothing?” Valentina finally speaks up, “Um, like butt ass naked?”

“Yeah, that’s the point, Val,” China jokes, “We’re supposed to be having sex so what’s the point in wearing clothes? We rented out a loft for the night near DuPont Circle to have the event. That way, we can have free roam to walk around with our ass and titties out.”

“Y’all nasty bitches,” Valentina laughs, “I’m bringing lingerie fuck that.”

“Do you even plan on fucking, sis?” Jada asked, “I mean, you haven’t since that one time.”

“Um, we’ll see,” Valentina smiles, “I haven’t had some dick in a minute so I need a sexual release besides my dildo and vibrator.”

“How are you going to handle Erik and Rodney, Jada?”

Valentina perked her ears up for this one in particular. 

“I’ll have Rodney this afternoon and Erik this evening.”

Valentina rolls her eyes and turned back to her food. She couldn’t even find her appetite anymore. 

“Are you okay, Val?” China asks with a worried expression 

“Yeah, I’m cool,” Valentina packed her food away in a to-go container and got up from her seat at the table, “I gotta head over to the library I’ll be back to the house in enough time for us to get there.”

She didn’t even entertain the smirk that Jada had on her face. Clearly, she knew that Valentina was bothered by the fact that she was juggling sex with both Rodney and Erik. 

——————

Valentina didn’t want to sit at a study table in the Founders Library so she walked in between the bookshelves to sit down on the carpet to study. She fluffed out her black and white pleated skirt, crossing her Doc Marten covered feet while pulling out her Theatre Arts books to study for her upcoming exam. Even though it was quiet, Valentina needed to tune out the world and listen to some Floetry and Lauryn Hill. 

All you gotta do is say yes

Don't deny what you feel

Let me undress you, baby;

Open up your mind and express

I'm about to let you know you make me

So, so, so, so, so, so, so

You make me

So, so, so, so, so, so, so, ah

Purple glitter gel pen between her lips stained with NYX Butter Gloss in chocolate brown, Valentina read from her textbook that rested over her knees. She was invested in her music and studying that she hadn’t noticed Erik Stevens standing at the end of the aisle admiring her while munching on an apple. Erik wore a denim jacket with Sherpa collar, a basic crisp white t-shirt, Khaki cargo pants with a chain, and a pair of UGG Neumel Utility boots on his feet in black. He didn’t want to disturb her just yet because she looked so in tune with her studies. His eyes kept drifting down to Valentina’s exposed legs in that black and white pleated skirt. Legs the color of peanut butter with a left thigh tattoo of a pink lotus flower. Erik inhaled deeply before removing his Airpods from his ears, approaching Valentina slowly while twirling his half-eaten apple in hand. Valentina’s mocha eyes looked up at Erik, that glittery purple gel pen falling from between her juicy lips. The pen rolled towards Erik’s feet. He reached down leisurely, grabbing the pen, then holding it out for her to grab. He could still feel her gloss on the pen as his thumb rubbed against it. Valentia took it from him before saying thank you in a soft-spoken voice. 

“You’re welcome,” Erik placed his apple between his teeth to take off his camouflage Supreme backpack. He removed the apple from between his lips, licking them, and then speaking in a hushed tone, “Can I sit with you?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Erik got down on the carpet so close to her that his knee hit her thigh. Valentina almost rips the edge of the page in her textbook while turning it. Erik took out his own various books along with an iPad. Valentina peeks over at his books to see what he studied. Systems and Computer Science. Supposedly he already completed schooling with a Computer Engineering degree. 

“Applications for Artificial Intelligence. 

“Huh?” Valentina looked up at him with a whimsical expression.

“That’s what my dissertation is about. I have only 15 pages typed and I still have another 15 to do.”

“Sounds...stressful.”

“I just can’t wait for this shit to be over with so I can get back on the grind with the Military. 

“Military? Wow.” Valentina was inraptured by Erik’s smile and warm hickory-colored eyes. His teeth were so white, Valentina figured he must have gotten them bleached. She felt ashamed of her lack of skincare because Erik’s russet skin is blemish-free and so smooth like he regularly visited an Aesthetician. 

“Theatre Arts,” He pulled her book from her lap to rest on his, “Acting?” 

“Yes.” Valentina blushes.

“What made you get into that?”

“My mom used to act on Broadway. My father is a Writer. My family is full of the arts and I figured if they followed their passion, so can I. 

“I like that, I don’t know why I thought you were a law major.”

“If you would have asked me, you would know...yeah?” Valentina teased.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Erik licks his lips, making his voice lower “So...will you be at the party tonight?”

“Um, I plan on it...why?” Her heart damn near bounced around her chest. 

Erik uses his thumb to rub the tip of his nose while trying to fight a smile, “Teh, um...I’m tryna see you there. 

“Excuse me?” Valentina was perplexed.

“I wanna see you there,” Erik’s head fell back lightly against the bookshelf, “That’s the only reason why I’m going. 

Valentina tittered, “Erik...what?”

“You don’t believe me.”

Valentina shook her head slowly, “No, I don’t.” 

How could she anyway? Erik never showed her any interest. Then again, he was always nice to her. Then it was the looks he gave her that made her body shiver. It could be believable but he had Jada. Last night he practically hounded her. They probably didn’t make it up the stairs. It was pretty silent. Jada could have been arched over the steps getting plowed by Erik. The thought of Erik only going to the Freaky Friday Night because of her blew Valentina’s mind. He definitely knows what happens with ASZD. Sex, sex, sex. If he wanted to see her there...

“Valentina.” Erik must have called her name 20 times.

“Sorry,” She timidly placed hair behind her ear, “What would seeing me there do for you?”

“Hm,” Erik’s hickery-colored eyes watched her face closely, “What do you think?”

Suddenly, Valentina’s lips become dry. 

“It doesn’t matter what I think. What about Jada?”

“What about her?” Erik says with an annoyed tone.

“Isn’t that your girl? Aren’t ya’ll you know...fucking? In a relationship?”

Erik laughs bitterly, “We are fucking, but she ain't my girl, Val. I don’t make bitches like Jada my girl. You gotta earn it and just because you have good pussy doesn’t mean you're mine. We fuck, that’s that.” 

“Oh,” Valentina looks down at her knees, “She seems to think you two are together.”

“Look at me, Val.”

 Valentina fixed her eyes on his. She wished she hadn’t. 

“I know about her and Rodney already.”

 “When did you find out?”

 “last night. I saw Rodney leaving.”

 “They are so stupid,” Valentina chuckles, “I don’t understand why she thought this would go on forever-”

 “Oh, it can go on for infinity, I don’t give a fuck. I’m not surprised. I know how she gets down. She slept with a lot of niggas and that’s not even including bitches.”

 “Yeah, Chanel, China-”

 “I saw that in action a month ago,” Erik closes his eyes while laughing, “I respect the sexual awakening and togetherness though but you gotta be careful, feelings can get involved and I know Chanel felt some type of way when Rodney and Jada started having sex.”

“Oh, definitely. I’m shocked she slept through it all last night. I just hope Janelle doesn’t get like that. She has a boyfriend and everything.”

“Nelle just might. Tory, the one here on the basketball scholarship? He’s feeling Nelle heavy heavy, That Lil’ nigga is gunning for her.”

“Damn,” Valentina licks her lips, “I can’t believe I agreed to be a part of ASZD. I’m not cut out for this at all,” Valentina looked from side to side then between the books behind her head to see if anyone was around, “Gotta be careful talking about this shit here.”

“Can’t fuck up yall little secret society.”

“Shut up,” Valentina bumps Erik with her shoulder 

“So, if you aren’t cut out for being a member for ASZD, then that means you aren’t freaky.” Erik jokes but then Valentina looked away with embarrassment.

“I’m just fucking with you, Val-”

“I’m sure you know about my initiation, right? I didn’t hear the end of that shit for at least a month. Jada made sure I remembered that horrible fucking night.” Valentina brought her knees to her chest, folding her arms across it and resting her chin there. She avoided Erik’s eyes and focused on the stack of books across from her on the shelf. 

“Calvin talked a lot about you so all that other shit you heard is a fucking lie. Probably some shit that Jada made up to make you feel like shit because he jumped on you before her. I told you, Valentina, Jada be lovin’ the crew.”

“He liked it?” Valentina glanced over at Erik with a hopeful look in her eyes 

“Oh yeah,” He smirks, “He said you had the wettest pussy in the motherfucking world. And the fattest pussy too.”

“For real?” Valentina hadn’t noticed that she scooted closer to Erik. He could smell whatever scented oil she was wearing. His dick jumped and tapped her textbook resting over his lap 

“Girl, hell...yeah,” Erik cut his eyes down to stare at her cleavage. It couldn’t be helped because the compressed white turtleneck outlined her DD’s perfectly, “That nigga wanted round two honestly. If it wasn’t for him graduating he would have. Ma, he could not shut the fuck up about that body in general.”

“Oh my God,” Valentina squealed behind her hands, “So I’ve been feeling like shit for so long and he actually enjoyed it? I can’t believe Jada.”

“She’s jealous of you, Val.”

“I can’t understand why. She’s so pretty” 

“Fuck all that. So are you.” 

Valentina gawked at Erik like he spoke German. He frowned slightly at her reaction. How could she not believe she was more beautiful than Jada? Plus size or not Valentina is BAD. Badder than Jada in his opinion. Erik fully turns his body to face Valentina while bringing his knees up to rest his arms on. Her textbook thumped against the floor loudly because of all the silence. Valentina picks it up, closes it, and places it behind her with all her other belongings. Erik’s hand reaches out to touch her knee. Valentina melted like an ice sickle under the sun when his warm hand came into contact with her skin. 

“What’s not beautiful about you?” Erik asks with a whisper.

“I know I’m beautiful, I just have my insecurities. All women do.”

“I can’t tell you what you should feel but I will say that you shouldn’t compare yourself to JJ.”

“Thanks, E,” Valentina gave Erik a sheepish smile, “Jada doesn’t deserve to fuck you-”

“What? You do?” Erik bites his bottom lip, “Is that what you’re telling me, baby girl? 

“May-be,” Valentina murmured before giving a short, half-suppressed laugh. Erik reaches out to play in Valentina’s ombre honey blonde wig. She found herself rocking back and forth nervously because now, Erik was studying her face. If someone told her she would be coming to the Founders Library to run into Erik and flirt with him she would have cackled but now, Valentina couldn’t even mutter a word. She wondered what would happen next. If he kissed her, she wouldn’t stop him. He has nice full lips that looked like they tasted sweet. They had to be sweet right now because he was munching on an apple that’s currently going rotten right next to his left foot on the carpet. 

“Nah, answer my question properly.”  

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I feel like I deserve to fuck you instead of her.” She couldn’t believe the words that flowed from her mouth.

“Cool cuz that’s exactly what’s gon’ happen,” Erik peered behind him then over Valentina’s shoulder before turning his eyes back on hers, using the hand that was in her hair to push her knees apart forcefully so he could get a glimpse of her panties stretched over her phat pussy. Sure enough, sky blue cotton panties with little clouds on them, and a wet spot in the center, the fabric taut over her pussy lips and exactly what he needed to see. The perfect image to make his dick even stonier than what it already was. 

Erik twirled his finger in an authoritative manner, “Take these off,” He demanded in a low gruff tone. 

Valentina lifts her butt from the ground, using her thumbs to push her panties up and over her thighs, down her calves, and then over her boots. She waited patiently for Erik to pull her knees apart again as she watched over his shoulder closely. Anyone could come and find them. Erik’s sharp intake of breath is what made Valentina look at him. She could hear her pussy lips spread each time Erik opened and closed her legs. He was doing that on purpose, generating her pussy to make smacking noises. Valentina bit down on her lip and looked behind her, then over his shoulder again. She could feel her leg being lifted up and onto his back while Erik eases his way down to eat her pussy from the side. Valentina blinked her eyes rapidly before closing them when she felt Erik kiss her pussy lips. He repeated this going up and down her pussy. Valentina brought one of her hands up to cover her mouth. Now, Erik took his fingers to part her glimmering pussy lips. Directly in his face was her pink clit, labia, and entrance dripping with all her wetness. His entire face was in her pussy as soon as his tongue poked out to lick her pussy up in one strike. She could hear the way his tongue sounded gliding over her. The constant flickering and lapping noises like a dog licking water from a bowl. 

“Uhhh,” She moaned softly, “Mmmhh, uhhhh.”

When his lips sucked lightly on her clit, Valentina’s head steadily fell back to rest against the bookshelf. 

“Keep that leg up,” Erik whispered into her pussy. Valentina used her left hand to keep her left thigh up while her foot rested on Erik’s back. Her other thigh was down enough so Erik could properly fit his lips around her clit and labia to nibble on. 

“Umph, uhhh,” Valentina couldn’t see him eat her pussy past her large breasts. If only she could watch the way he ate her. 

“Shut that fucking noise up,” Erik spoke through clenched teeth.

“E-Erik, I c-can’ttttt,” She gasps, “Ohhh, Fuck. It feels so good please.” Her voice was barely audible.

Erik wiggled his tongue in her pussy, catching all of her juices in his mouth. Valentina’s hips bucked into his mouth, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. Valentina tried to be aware of her surroundings but the more Erik tongue-fucked her and flicked that tongue up to show her clit some attention, She couldn’t keep her eyes open. Valentina lifted her hips off the carpet, Erik following her with his lips slurping her like an oyster. Valentina hissed sharply making her lungs burn from a deep breath she took while pushing his head away. Erik wasn’t having that, He smacked her hand away so loud the sound almost echoed through the many rows of books. Before Valentina could strengthen herself for what Erik had in store for her, she was flat on the carpet with Erik’s hand around her neck while he continued where he left off before she pushed his head away. The way he sucked on her made her thighs quake. She never felt pressure like that on her pussy. Her eyes crossed and her mouth fell open into a silent scream. The heels of her boots dragged back and forth across the carpet. All she could see every time her watery eyes looked down was her mountainous breasts heaving up and down. The muscles in her belly twisted tightly causing her to get a painful cramp on her right side like she was doing sit-ups. He just would not...stop...sucking. 

“Uhhh, uhhhh, uhh-uh-u-uhhh,” Her hot tears rolled down her cheeks and into her hairline. The feeling of her release crept up slowly like an intro to an orchestrated song. Erik’s hand gently released from around her neck to place his hand over her mouth. Eyes crossing like the Exorcist, Valentina’s hips oscillate back and forth into his voracious mouth. Her body finally gave in to his insatiable nature. She never knew a man could be this insane over eating pussy. Valentina could feel herself leaking into his mouth. He was right there to catch it all so he wouldn’t miss a drop. Like Calvin said, she has the wettest motherfucking pussy in the world. Valentina was so wet Erik’s lips smacking against her sounded like he was drinking from a puddle. Her thighs will slip and slide as she walked the rest of the day. Her ass was probably a mess too. So much came from her pussy. Erik couldn’t find it in him to stop. Valentina lightly pushes his head away with a pout of her lips. Erik caught sight of her pussy twitching before his eyes glanced up at hers to see her face. His nose down to his chin was covered in her mess. The lights above them caused the juices on his face to shimmer. His thick tongue licked around his lips and his hand smoothed down his face to wipe it clean. He could still smell the sweetness of her pussy on his upper lip and his face felt warm like her mound was a thermal. 

“Goddayum, ma,” Erik adjusted his dick in his khaki cargo pants, “Just know I am eating this pussy whenever the fuck I feel like it, do you hear me? You are so fucking wet down here,” His fingers slipped between her fat lips, “Come sit with me at one of the desks up here. If I get a taste for some pussy I wanna be able to crawl under the table and eat it”

“Erik,” Valentina smoothed hair from her face, “Won’t people see-”

“Not where I sit. C’ mon, Valentina. Come with me to the table. I’m not finished eating your pussy just yet.”

“Won’t you have some later?” Valentina looked over Erik’s shoulder.

“Yeah, and then whatever time after that. But that’s later, I need that shit now. 

“Ugh, this is too reckless,” She couldn’t ignore the way Erik was looking at her and the way he kept licking his lips like he was hoping there was still more of her left on his lips.

“It’s all good, Val, I promise,” Erik gave her a charming smile, “Please?”

This man could get anything he wanted.

“Okay, Erik.”

________________

It was raining heavily when the Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority arrived. The other Sororities such as Sigma Gamma Rho, Zeta Phi Beta, and Delta Sigma Theta were already there and dressed in nothing but their birthday suits. All women in all different shapes and sizes and shades of brown. They had the perfect fuck songs of the ’90s playing loudly from a large Bluetooth speaker system that belonged to whoever owned the loft. The only things missing from the large scatter of women were the men. Undergraduate students,  Graduate students, Alumni, and even some men who had cash flow such as Lawyers, Doctors, and Engineers. All black and brown men who came to fuck and suck like them. 

Valentina arrived wrapped in a long pink trench coat with a black lace teddy underneath and some black red bottom pumps; the only good pair of heels that she has. The rest of the Alpha Kappa Alpha entourage wore long trench coats as well, some wearing pink like Valentina and others wearing green like Jada. The only difference was that everyone else was completely bare underneath. Valentina didn’t have the confidence enough to drop that coat around her ankles and walk around with her breasts bouncing and ass jiggling with every step she took. That didn’t include her thighs and her stomach as well. She wished she had the same confidence as the other plus-sized women at the party. They were so sexy. 

“The sex better be good this year because the guy I hooked up with last year was a joke!” China complains while removing her coat. She dropped it revealing A cup breasts, traveling down to at least a size 16 around the hips because she has a lot of ass. China kept her hair in a buzz cut and she colored it different colors but her favorite to flaunt was violet purple. China has almond-shaped chocolate eyes with skin that reminded you of maple syrup. Lips like Megan Good. If Valentina were to ever sleep with a woman it would be China. China was known for being the girl who orchestrated threesomes and orgies. The same men showed up every year with a few new ones sprinkled here and there. All tested and clean, and the Sorority ladies clean as well, some on birth control and enjoying the idea of a man fucking them and releasing their load deep inside of them while the other women needed the men to wear a condom. Some even enjoyed simply having their pussies ate and being fucked by ten-inch dildos. Valentina only had sex with Calvin a while ago and they used a condom because Valentina wasn’t on the pill. Now she was.

The men began to arrive. Some in groups and others by themselves. All of them knew each other except for if you were new to the ASZD parties. All of them were taken off guard when they walked into the loft to find every single woman there naked. The shared looks and mischievous smirks on their faces let Valentina know that this Freaky Friday would be the best so far. Valentina looks down at her lingerie set. She couldn’t do it. She was so shy and the way all these men looked they would probably jump on her. All these butt-naked women walking around with wet pussies. Jada and a Zeta Phi Beta Graduate student named Ariana decided to plan it where the men assumed it would be a 90’s house party for them to arrive in 90’s attire and find all these beautiful black women stripped and ready for dick. Huge fluffy floor pillows surrounded them so they could have the comfort to freak on. 

H-Town Knockin’ da Boots played putting everyone in a vibe. Janelle was a lightweight, already drunk and twirling her petite naked hips to the beat. 

Good lovin', body rockin', knockin' boots all night long, yeah

Makin' love until we tire to the break of dawn

But oh, come on, come on and turn the lights down, and let me get on it, yeah

'Cause when I do, just me and you, it'll be so right

A-give me some good love

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots)

A-give me some good love

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots) somebody rockin', baby, ooh

 Out of nowhere, Tory shows up behind Janelle wearing paint-splattered overalls and a tye-dye with a backward cap. Janelle looked back at him, biting her lip before bending over to grind her ass further into his crotch.

“That’s little sis ya’ll!” Jada spoke over the microphone before handing it over to Ariana. 

Ariana spoke with her Dominican New York accent, “Time to strip! Let’s get busy!” 

Valentina grabbed her cup of 1800 pineapple to take a long swig of. She needed it in that very moment. Every single one of them was blessed between their legs. Thick and long, curved and wide, lengthy and veiny. Moisturized, all shades of brown and heavy balls to suck on. Dicks swaying and wagging in her face. China was primal next to Valentina. She handed Valentina her cup when she spotted a 6’5 carob-skinned man with shoulder-length dreads and a body that would put Hercules to shame. China climbed that man like a tree, wrapping her plentiful thighs around his chiseled waistline that looked to be carved from stone. His fingers were so long when they squeezed her abundant ass and made it bounce up and down. That long tongue rolled along her neck like Venom. Valentina could not hold it together. She felt her knees wobble. Turning away from China didn’t help because everywhere she looked,  her ASZD girls were either kissing, sucking, dancing, and fucking on a man of their choice. Moans overpowered Ginuwine’s Pony and the heat was turned up in that loft; literally. Valentina’s body was sweating. There was dampness on her forehead, back, chest, and thighs. The moisture between her legs was on a whole other level. The lace fabric of her thong felt slick and slimy. It was so wet that the crotch of the thong kept sliding to the left side of her mound causing her lips to spill out. All the moans had her heart pounding.

Mmm! mhm! ahhhhh! Uhhhh! Umph! Mmmmhhhh! 

“Erik!”

Valentina’s eye cut to the entrance of the loft. Erik was fashionably late and shocked. He was wearing a cropped muscle t-shirt with the Los Angeles Lakers logo on it, some basketball shorts, and a neon 90’s hat that reminded Valentina of the hats that Wesley Snipes wore in White Man Can’t Jump. He looked around like he woke up from a coma. Jada rushes over towards him with her large teardrop breasts bouncing. Jada tried wrapping her arms around Erik’s neck but he was walking away from her with his mindset on reaching Valentina. Valentina felt like she was stuck in a soap opera moment with the way Jada glared at her. 

“Erik, where the fuck are you going? Erik?!” Jada yelled angrily.

Valentina wasn’t surprised that no one reacted to Jada’s loud outburst. Erik took his hand, gripping the back of Valentina’s head, and pulling her in for a searing kiss. His tongue was lethal. Valentina’s eyebrows furrowed and her arms reached out to squeeze his biceps. Erik’s hands gripped her cheeks to keep her steady while his lips and tongue did all the work. She needed to breathe because Erik was literally sucking the air from her lungs with such ferocity Valentina was growing weak. Erik finally stops, Valentina, taking in a deep breath before closing her eyes and rocking backward as if she were dizzy. 

“Why do you still have this on, Val?” Erik looked at her lingerie with raised brows, “Daddy’s here now you can take this off.”

“Out here?” Valentina looked around at all the sex, “In the open?”

“We don’t have to,” Erik rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip, “I want you to myself anyway. I plan on being in you all fucking night so what’s good?”

“We can go to the bedroom,” Valentina sucked on Erik’s thumb, “Please?”

“I got you, ma. Let’s go all this sex got my dick so fucking hard. You gon’ suck Daddy’s dick like I sucked on that pussy earlier?”

Valentina was having flashbacks while leading the way past everyone exploring each other. He was a man of his word when she sat with him at the study table. She wasn’t even sitting there for ten minutes when Erik puts his iPad down looking around him secretly, before lowering his body under the table and crawling between her legs. Erik ripped her panties down the crotch without even taking them off before licking her pussy. He did that about three times before she couldn’t take anymore. The largest bedroom in the loft was where they went. It had a great view of DC. Erik didn’t close the door. Valentina nervously looked towards the bed then over at Erik expectantly. Erik started undressing, Valentina finally having the opportunity to admire him. Broad-shouldered, sturdy, and powerful. The gym had to be his second home. 

“Get on your knees and be Daddy’s good girl. It’s my turn now, baby girl. Show me how freaky you can get on this Freaky Friday.”

“Wait,” Valentina walked towards the door to turn off the lights, “It’s better like this.”

“Nah, turn the lights back on.” 

“But Erik-”

“Valentina flip the switch.” Erik commands, “Do it.”

“Ugh, okay,” Valentina pouts, “It’s just better that way-”

“How am I supposed to see you? Are you tryna hide from me-”

“No, I swear-”

“I think you are,” Erik walked towards her with labored steps but his eyes were gluttonous and his lips were curled up into a wolfish grin, “we're fucking with the lights on. I want to see everything.”

Valentina was moving too slow for him so Erik flicked it on himself. His left hand covered the switch while his right hand elevated her chin to make her look at him.

“Look at those eyes,” Erik bit down on his full bottom lip, “How do you want Daddy to fuck you tonight?”

“Deep and hard,” Valentina spoke softly.

“Let me see that body, ma,” Erik removed his hand from her chin to pull down her left strap to the lingerie she wore, “It’s just me and you. Didn’t I tell you I would take care of you?”

“Mhm, I remember,” She was exposed from the waist up now. Valentina pressed her face into Erik’s solid chest. He uses her hair to pull her back so he could look at her breasts. Large and bell-shaped with tawny colored areolas and nipples. Erik could see her veins under her peanut butter skin. So healthy and hefty. He imagined himself laying on them like pillows. Erik leans down to suck on her breasts while holding them up in his mouth. Valentina weakly nibbled on her bottom lip with a scrunchy nose and eyes shut. Her hand stroked the back of his head, dragging her nails over the faded area of his hair. She could smell lavender castor oil in his hair. While he sucked, his hands pulled down the rest of her lingerie except for her thong. Valentina’s arms wrapped around her stomach. She really wanted the lights off. Erik sensed her insecurity, placing soft kisses up her neck and to her lips again. Valentina melted in his mouth and slowly, her arms fell from around her belly. Erik pulled her body in close almost lifting her from the floor. Valentina giggles against his lips causing Erik to give her a dimpled smile.

“Don’t you ever cover up when you’re with me, okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” Valentina blushes.

“That’s my good girl. Now let Daddy force this dick in your mouth. Show me how you suck now, okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” Valentina got down on her knees, reaching out to pull Erik’s basketball Shorts off. She looked up at him through her lashes while pulling those shorts down that were already poked out in the crotch because of his dick. When Erik’s dick finally sprang free, it hit Valentina in the nose. She went cross-eyed staring at it. Getting into a squat, Valentina grips her Daddy’s dick, bringing her face closer to wrap her juicy lips around the tip of his dick. She began to suck lightly before lowering her lips to try and fit him further inside.

“Good girl deepthroating Daddy, you better try and fit my dick in there before I pop that ass. Give it a nice smack.”

Valentina drooled and slobbered as she controlled her breathing to fit him all in. Screw fucking ten inches of the dildo when you have all this real dick in front of you waiting. He was giving her the dick without even touching her. His hands were behind his back while his hips moved. 

“Open that mouth, BABY, let Daddy put that dick all the way in. Say I love big black dick.”

Valentina slips her mouth off before licking her lips, “I love big black dick,” She spoke timidly.

“Say, I want Daddy’s big black dick in my phat pussy all night,” Erik strokes Valentina’s hair back. 

“I want Daddy’s big black dick in my pussy all night,” She licked his tip.

“Hmm, yes, you knew Daddy would be horny and needed a throat to fuck?”

Valentina nods her head while sucking his dick with her mocha eyes drawing him in.

“You got some sexy ass eyes, ma. Looking up at me like that. Are you gonna suck the cum out this dick and swallow it?”

She blinked at him while nodding her head.

“That pretty face with those big brown eyes looking at me like you want me to turn you out. Stay still so I can fuck your face with this big dick.” Erik fisted Valentina’s hair to keep her still while his hips propelled his dick in and out of her mouth. She gagged and made gurgling noises around his thick pipe each time he went deeper. Valentina and Erik hadn’t noticed a chick from Delta Sigma Theta sucking dick herself outside of the bedroom door while forcing a glass dildo in and out of her pussy. She had a few towels laid out under her butt to soak up her squirting mess. Speaking of squirting, that was exactly what her pussy was doing. She pulled that cream covered glass dildo out and rubbed her clit to help her pussy squirt. The guy getting his dick sucked palmed the back of her head and forced his dick inside so hard and deeply that her nose touched his pelvis. 

“Can you help me bust a nut before I play all in that pussy? I’m tryna give you this big black dick from the back, you little nasty bitch. Hmph, that's my girl.”

UGHH!” Erik snatched Valentina’s lips from his dick, some of his cum shooting on her cheek before her lips hungrily swallowed him whole again to milk him more. He tasted so damn good. Valentina fingered the cum from her cheek to lick clean. She swallowed cum for the first time. Now she wanted some more but Erik was pulling her up from the floor and walking her over to the bed where he arched her body over it. He didn't waste any time spreading her pussy lips apart to munch on her peach. Instantly, Valentina was a fountain in Erik’s mouth. She squirted and squirted each time he sucked on her clit like it was a never-ending popsicle. That was her weakness. LIcking and tongue-fucking her pussy did that job too but when his full lips wrapped around her clit and labia and sucked she wasn’t herself anymore. 

“Fuck, Daddy, stopppppp uhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!” She whimpered with her release. All Erik kept whispering was that she was so wet, so fucking wet, so juicy. 

“Daddy, Daddy, nooooo, umph, Daddy, Umph!!!!!” 

Valentina had Erik’s face between her ass cheeks from how hard she rocked back and forth. Erik slowly but tightly pulled his lips off her clit, finally full with her juices. He wipes his mouth with the back of her hand before rubbing Valentina’s clit. His eyes looked up to see a few chicks in the bedroom, on the bed, rubbing their pussies. They were all eyeing Erik heavily, hoping to have their turn next. They all stared with dripping pussies while finger-fucking and rubbing themselves. It was such an erotic sight. 

“Look what you’ve done,” Erik pops Valentina’s ass, “You got all these bitches in here waiting for me. Look at their fucking faces, come on, do it, bitch,” Erik barked out between clenched teeth while fixing her arch so he could fuck her, “They are so fucking desperate, shit doesn’t make no sense, HOLD THAT PUSSY OPEN WHILE I BEAT IT UP!”

Valentina quickly did what she was told while staring at the women as they moaned and came all over the bed. 

“Yes, Daddy, bang my pussy out,” Valentina begged.

“Can you bang mines out next?” Valentina recognized the face. Her name was Taylor, they had Sophomore English ii together. Tall chick with long lemonade braids in her hair and features that reminded her of Dorothy Dandridge.  A striking beauty. 

“Fuck,” Erik’s dick got harder at that. He grabs Valentina’s cheeks while using his hips to push his dick in. Not only was she wet, but she was also tight too. It felt like a force grabbed hold of his hips to make him push his dick in all the way. It happened so fast, no time for Valentina to get used to him. She clenched him tightly that his dick sank in. She arched further, her head whipping around to give him a dumbstruck look. She was stuffed to the hilt with ten inches of big black dick. 

“Oh my God it’s so thick,” She pants heavily.

All the women around them moaned in unison. A few guys piled into the room to help them out since their pretty pink pussies needed attention from a man and fast. Now, it was like one big orgy. 

“Erik, it’s so big. Daddy, you were right, it’s so huge inside of me! I can’t even move without feeling it in my stomach, Oh! Daddy! Oh! Oh! Oh!” She said that each time Erik dug deep. 

“Listen to how her pussy sounds!” A random guy's voice yelled out. 

“Damn, Erik, yo, she’s creaming all over your shit.” 

“Give it to him baby, it’s okay,” A seductive female voice spoke.

“I just love to watch a big dick nigga fuck some black pussy! Ahhh!” 

 It was multiorgasmic. Just hearing other people getting fucked and watching big black dicks swing in her face with Erik grunting and clawing at her hips while he pounded away inside of her gave Valentina a sexual high. A straight-up fuckfest. Dicks, tits, ass, and pussy. You had women who came to these events with the urge to suck dick. You had other chicks who needed their puss ate out so bad to the point that the person sitting next to them were their victims. China was in that room and Valentina caught a glimpse of her grabbing the back of an ASZD member's neck, bringing her face down and in her puss. 

“Look back and watch this dick while I fuck you,” Erik watched as Valentina looked back at him with her sexy eyes that he couldn’t get enough of. 

“Make a mess on this dick, pussy just creaming while you getting fucked. So you like em’ long and thick, huh?”

“Ummm, yesssss,” Valentina loved the way he stretched her.

“You were built for a big dick in you, huh? Show out, ma, show me how much you love the way I treat this good pussy.”

Erik went still while Valentina bounced off his dick. She was fucking him like she was fucking a dildo suctioned to the wall. Erik just bites down on his lip painfully and watched her ass ricochet off of him. Valentina was throwing that ass in a circle on his dick. 

“Yeah that’s right, fuck me hard. You cumming? You gon’ use Daddy’s big dick to make yourself cum? You gon’ use me, ma? Wet fucking pussy, I need all that, use me, uh-huh, mhm, pussy sound wet as fuck too, throw it back on Daddy’s dick baby girl, yes, you the best, baby, fuckkkkk, cum, cum, I bet this feels amazing-”

“OOOOOOOOO, Uhhhhhhhh!”  Valentina’s ass clapped louder than any other chick in that room while she came on Erik’s rigid pole.

“Long strokes only,” He thrust forward so sharp and sudden making Valentina let out a silent scream.

Fuck, I love it. Why your dick so big like this? Why Daddy? W-why?” She shuddered when he hit her hard from the back. 

“Fill her up so good!”

“She got that phatty too!”

“That’s how you work a pussy.”

“All up in that shit.”

 Valentina’s hair was being pulled as her hands reached out in front of her to grab hold of the sheets. Tears streamed down her cheeks while Erik used all his strength to knock her pussy down and into that bed. The headboard smacked against the wall as he chased his release. 

“Look how far it goes in! Mmm”

“Daddy, I love this dick. I’m yours, I’m all yours, fuck me like this all the time, Be a good Daddy and fuck me like a Daddy would. Make me your little slut, yes, Daddy!”

“GODDAYUM oh yeah, baby, take this dick!!!!!” 

Erik was defeated. He slaps Valentina’s ass causing it to sting as his dick rippled and expanded inside of her to shoot his cum into her pussy like he was busting a cap in her. 

“Fuck my dick with your wet pussy baby! Give me your juices on my dick!”

“Umph, I’m coming, Daddy,” She turns onto her back, pulling her legs back and making that pussy laid out for more.

“Come to Daddy then.” Erik put that dick back inside its rightful place sliding in and out that wet puss.

She felt so warm with a belly full of cum. He still wanted more of Valentina. The night was young. She will offer her wet pussy to him as long as he continued to be the best Daddy and fuck her silly. Exactly what she needs.

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[tomorrowsdrama]

Hyena Ep. 8 - The Third Drink

And finally, we have the third drink shared between Geum Ja and Hee Jae in this episode.  I think the prior two drinking moments built up to this final one and boy was it worth it!  The first drink put all of Geum Ja’s past deception front and center again.  The last piece to that puzzle was finally shown to Hee Jae when he figured out how Geum Ja knew about all of his likes and dislikes to manipulate him into a relationship.  The second drink had Hee Jae taking a leap and he laid out all his cards for her to see.  Even at the risk of rejection, he put aside his pride and confessed his feelings to the woman he knows he shouldn’t love.  Now, the third drink, Geum Ja shows Hee Jae her most painful, and in her mind, shameful, secret and he accepts all of it. 

Coming into episode 8, I was most excited to see the “use me” scene that was shown in the preview since I was pretty sure it would lead to a hot kiss scene.  While the kiss scene was just as hot as expected, the moments shared between Geum Ja and Hee Jae leading up to the kiss were even more satisfying.  Y’all, can you believe that asshole lawyer Yoon Hee Jae could be so supportive and comforting?  Kidding aside, it really is hard not to fall for the character after watching the end of episode 8.

I guess some things don’t go away even after you sober up.

Hah, he isn’t even trying to be subtle about it anymore.

Oh you poor man, your timing could not be any worse.

Hee Jae, the concerned puppy.

So in this episode, we learn just how Geum Ja escaped from her abusive father and wow, Geum Ja is one hardcore mofo.  She literally stabbed herself to get her father locked away in jail.  Somehow he gets released early and shamelessly appears at her office to let her know that he’s waiting for her to seek his forgiveness.  Gross, vomit, shudder.  Blegh, kdramas really know how to write despicable parents.

Anyway, his visit understandably leaves Geum Ja shaken up and that leads us to the third and final drink of the episode.

Hee Jae sets down the whiskey and glasses and lets Geum Ja be.  He does not offer her a drink or pester her.  He simply sits there patiently.

From the look on his face, it seems like Hee Jae understands that this is more than the typical “I don’t get along with my father scenario.”

Gosh, both the actors were so good in this scene but the minute changes in JJH’s expression was just so brilliant.  You could see him go from disbelief to utter rage as he processed what Geum Ja had just said.  It was so good, I had to make a gif of it to truly do it justice.

Seriously so good!

Hee Jae is finally starting to understand just how rough Geum Ja’s life has been and you can see the look of heartbreak on his face as he processes it all.

This is the most Geum Ja has ever shared about herself with Hee Jae and it’s also her deepest, darkest, memory.  It may be because of the alcohol or the fact that she’s feeling particularly shaken up from seeing her father again, but I also think that she feels safe enough around Hee Jae to talk about it.

Geum Ja isn’t saying that to be cruel.  Instead, I think she’s saying that because she wants to be fair to Hee Jae.  He’s shown her that his feelings for her are real and she doesn’t want to hurt him any further.

I think she might have fallen for him a bit here, if she hadn’t already.  I like that Hee Jae is putting her feelings before his owns.  There’s no confusion here about where she stands.  She’s outright said that they’re not going to get back together.  So his comforting her isn’t some ploy to win her back.  It’s purely just because he wants to help alleviate some of her pain.  He’s willingly subjecting himself to a situation that may cause him to get hurt again and he acknowledges that.  A man taking responsibility over his own actions and feelings?   Um, swooning hard here.  

Fuck, are you kidding me?  As if I wasn’t swooning enough already.  This is so romantic, I don’t even want to make a sexual innuendo about it.

He's not saying it as a snipe at Geum Ja.  It’s just a matter of fact that she has a hold on him and he knows it.

Omg, and then he absolutely killed me with this line. Ugh, and the expression on his face.  The love, the heartache.  It’s so bittersweet because he’s offering himself to her knowing that it won’t go anywhere.  But if it will help her feel better, even just a little, he’s willing to do it.  Because he loves her that much.  What makes it even more romantic is that he’s doing this for the real Geum Ja.  Not the Geum Ja who catered everything to him as she pretended to be Hee Sun.  He’s seen all sides of her, the bad, the ugly, the good, and he accepts all of it.  If this were real life, I’d yell at him for being so foolish but since this is a drama, I AM EATING ALL OF THIS UP AND THANKING THE DRAMA GODS FOR GIVING ME SUCH DELICIOUS ANGST.

Just look at his face!

If she doesn’t fall for him after that, she truly has a heart of stone. I’LL LOVE HIM THEN.

Congratulations, you made the right decision.

AHHHHHHHH.  EEEEEEEE. OOOOOOH.  BUHHHHHH.  Wow.

I really appreciate that they really went for it.  Park Shin Hye, she is not.  It would have been a real shame if they had all that burning chemistry and were forced to do the kdrama standard “lips pressed against each other kiss.”

And thus concludes my overly long analysis of episode 8.  I can’t wait to see jealous Hee Jae in the next episode.

[verannaca]

(One Last) Chance.

whoa, another fic?? someone better stop me

anyway, when i was writing Some Things Change, i’d had this overwhelming urge to delve further into everyone’s feelings and reactions, as disney has a tendency to half-ass human emotion?? there are consequences for actions; this is known. i wanted to explore consequences and how they’re dealt with - delving into Anna and Elsa like this isn’t something I’ve done before, but it was fun. hopefully it’s well done :’)

i’m definitely an anna fan (not just because we have the same weird name); she’s a character that helped me on a personal level when i was in a time of need. i’ve never really related to nor liked Elsa but i do try really hard to understand her perspective, and i like her more now that i’ve explored her character.

this fic is very pro Anna and Elsa! it does not favour one or the other. that said, if you are an Elsanna shipper, leave. This is strictly platonic and sisterly and i don’t want y’all fucking it up lol

Warnings - this fic contains: characters with ptsd, emotional trauma, mentions of neglect including child neglect, mentions of panic attacks, detailed anxiety attacks, mentions of severe loss/death, and details of grief. I know these warnings sometimes sound ridiculously intense compared to what the story really is, but i’d rather be overdramatic than underdramatic. (fic is about double the length of the last one, and it takes place after the events of Frozen2, so this is your spoiler warning??)

Also, I can’t believe the feedback on my last story?? i’m so pleased :’) anyway, i’ll shut up now. enjoy.

Anna had been Queen for a few weeks, but those weeks hadn't been peaceful. She had so much to say, and never the time to say it. Until, one night, it all comes out, and suddenly, Elsa is faced with a horrible reality: her sister isn't okay.

XXX

All she could hear was the sound of ice cracking and shifting. The sounds echoed throughout the ancient glacier; it was deafening. Only barely could the sound of footsteps be heard as she made her way across the ice. She knew it was too late. She was shivering; terrified— she'd never felt the cold before. Her hands were so cold, she could barely move her fingers. Her hair had turned white and her skin was beginning to frost over. Is this the end? 

She had to do this. It's what's right. It has to be. This voice had been calling her for months; it was time to find out the truth. She could've told her sister. She should have told her sister. But she was afraid of frightening her. Afraid of bringing more trouble into her life. 

That didn't work. Anna had to know these things. She had to. She couldn't function otherwise. Her anxiety wouldn't allow it. Elsa knew this, and yet, she kept another secret. 

It would've been fine—Anna was understanding. It all would have worked out, but then Elsa did the unthinkable.

She pushed Anna away. 

Again. 

That was the last time they'd seen each other. They'd fought; Anna was desperate to protect her sister, and in the heat of the moment, Elsa was unable to communicate clearly. She couldn't explain that Anna couldn't come with. That it required magic; that it was dangerous. No. If Anna knew that it was dangerous, she definitely wouldn't have let Elsa go. 

But Elsa needed answers. And now, she was alone. Unable to communicate with the living. She was freezing; dying; alone. Her guilt became overwhelming when she realised that she wasn't going to return to her sister. She had found what she was searching for, yes, but was this sacrifice worth it? 

She couldn't move. It was dark, and so cold. Her legs were frozen; the ice was spreading up her body. Her hand froze in place; with her free one, she called out her sister's name and sent her an important piece of the past. 

And then, she was gone. Frozen solid. Breathless. Dead. 

The look of horror on her face was something that could never be unseen. This wasn't supposed to happen. She promised. 

The glacier was still loud; the sounds of the ice became haunting. It was overwhelming. The voice of the siren that called to her began to fade back in, but that peaceful call turned into a scream. A loud, high-pitched scream. 

A male voice faded in; “Anna! It's okay! You're dreaming!” 

Anna’s eyes shot open and she bolted upright, gasping for air. There was a faint squeak in her voice with each breath she took. She was quickly wrapped in a tight embrace—this wasn't the first time she’d woken up like this. Kristoff had barely been sleeping these days; he'd hold her until she was asleep, then he'd watch her for hours. 

Three years they'd been together, and he'd never seen her so distraught. They talked about this recurring nightmare of hers—there were two of them, set in two different caves. 

She didn't know how she knew that Elsa suffered a similar fate that she herself did three years ago, but she knew. She knew in the moment; she felt it. She knew her sister died alone; that she'd experienced something so intense; something she could have never imagined. And Anna was devastated. It gutted her. All she wanted to do—all she'd ever tried to do was protect her sister. And she failed. 

Elsa was alive. She was okay— she'd found herself. She had decided a few weeks ago to stay in Northuldra; she felt more at home there. Anna was happy for her sister, and more than understanding. She wished her all the best, and spoke to her often. 

But what Anna always failed to mention or show was how angry she was. 

Her fiancé knew. He had to hear all of it, all the time. He wanted to listen, though. He wanted to help her cope. It was important to him. He'd always put her first; to her, he felt like the first person to truly see her. To truly see and hear Anna. 

She'd always been kept in the dark. She was always the last to know about anything and everything. It stung, badly, especially when she discovered her parents met their demise because they were searching for answers about Elsa's abilities—yet another thing that they failed to tell their youngest daughter. 

Anna wasn't selfish. The exact opposite. She put everyone else before her. Always. When they found the shipwreck; when Elsa pulled up those memories, Anna was devastated for her sister. She knew how agonising it must have felt. 

But Anna needed care, too. Those were her parents, too. And their last thoughts; their last exchange was about Elsa. 

It hurt. It hurt more than she would've liked. And even after such a tragic discovery, Anna couldn't resonate with her sister. No, Elsa had to push her away, and Anna found herself alone again. 

And god, was she angry. She had never been so angry. 

How could she be left alone? After everything? Why would Elsa do such a thing?

It was in that cave that Anna hit her low. The lowest she had ever felt. She'd never felt so helpless; so pained. She was reprocessing the loss of her parents; she was trying to not be angry at them, but it was difficult. They left her with nothing. Then, she had to process the loss of Elsa. Her sister; her universe; her other half. The only person that mattered. And that thought hurt her in a different way. What about Kristoff? He mattered; he was her best friend, and she left him behind. And Olaf—the only good thing from her childhood; her last beacon of hope and light was gone. Because of Elsa's decisions. 

Anger. A high level of anger that she couldn't seem to get past. 

To add to it? She had no home to return to. She knew she had to break the dam; she knew her kingdom would most likely be wiped out. 

She cried alone in that cave all night. She clung on tight to the satchel that contained her mother's scarf and what remained of her frozen friend, and she cried. She grieved. She may have slept at some point, but her dreams seemed to fade into reality. Nothing felt real. Nothing felt right. 

And it was in that cave that Anna realised: she was worth fighting for. Yes; Anna was valid. Anna was worthy. Anna would be okay in time. She was more than a spare. She had to see that for herself. She had to stand for herself; trying to put motivation behind destroying her home was impossible. She couldn't get up for that. 

No. She had to get up for Anna. Because Anna deserved better. 

And so, she did. It was too much to handle at times; she fell over her own feet as she struggled to step. But she managed. She found her way out of the cave and tried to do the next right thing. 

She never told Kristoff that she had contemplated her life. He didn't need to know. She was reckless; challenging death. She needed to see how close she could get. It was when she almost didn't stick the landing as she leaped off the falling dam that she realised she didn't want to die. 

Mattias had saved her. And then, she was safe in her lover's arms. 

Just as she was right now. In her bed, in her bedroom, in the home that wasn't destroyed, being held by the person she loved the most, and although her heart was beating too fast and her palms were sweaty, she did feel safe. 

It was just a nightmare. 

They stayed in silence for a while; they'd already discussed these events to the point where Kristoff was beginning to have the same nightmares. But his were about Anna being alone in that cave. He loved Elsa, truly, but he knew Anna was the one who had really suffered. 

So, he held her. He held her until she fell asleep, then he laid her down and held her until the sun came up. 

It was Friday. Kristoff had guided Anna through the morning and early afternoon; he was worried about her well-being. They'd agreed to be completely open with each other, and Anna was able to talk about her deepest darkest feelings, fears, and secrets, and not feel like prey. Elsa was coming that evening for their typical weekly catch-up and game night. The first few times, Anna had been excited to see her sister. They both had so much to share. But Anna was tired now, and Elsa was a reminder of her pain. 

She didn't let it affect their evening. She wouldn't ever dream of making Elsa feel anything negative. She understood. 

But sometimes, she wished Elsa paid more attention to her feelings. She wished her sister could be as loving as attentive as Anna was for her. Sadly, that just wasn't the case. 

It had been storming all day, typical for this time of year. Anna and Kristoff had met Elsa just outside the gates, as they usually did. She greeted them both with pleasant hugs and greetings, excited to see them. Time flew by for her in the forest; the weeks felt like they lasted only a day. 

It was during their reunion that Elsa made a quick comment; “let's get you both inside before you freeze to death!” 

It was a half-hearted joke; a casual comment; completely harmless. Kristoff only noticed enough to chuckle; he and Anna were definitely cold, while Elsa wasn't even wearing proper shoes. The cold truly didn't bother her. 

Anna wasn't so amused. In fact, the comment triggered something in her brain that made her scowl at her sister. Elsa was oblivious as she made her way to the castle, linking arms with the new queen as she walked. Anna forced a smile and went alongside her—now is not the time for a fight. It was just a comment; it was harmless. 

It was careless. 

As they'd began to warm up and make their way down the great hall, a light conversation had begun, though Anna barely said a word. 

Freeze to death. 

She pictured Elsa alone in that cave, turning to ice as life left her body. She pictured herself fighting through a nasty storm before she too froze solid. It sent a shiver down her spine. She could still feel that cold, even after three years. She remembered the sensation in her chest as she began to froze; she felt the ice burst in her heart before the world went black.

There was nothing funny or casual about freezing to death. 

“Are you going to talk to me, or are we already playing charades?” 

Another joke. It was light; pleasant. Anna looked at her sister, who had a warm gaze in her eyes, and a light smile across her face. But that smile faded when she felt the chill in Anna's stare. They slowly stopped walking and stood still, staring at each other. 

“Is everything all right?” Elsa was concerned—she’d realised then just how exhausted her little sister looked. She was beautiful and made-up; her rich auburn hair was neatly tied in a bun, and although she wore no makeup (she never did), her eyes did seem bright and alert. But they were also very tired. Elsa tried to keep the mood light; “it's exhausting being queen, isn't it?” 

Anna forced a smile; “it's not as bad as I thought it would be, but yes. The days are long, and the night's longer.” 

They slowly picked up pace again. Kristoff stayed on Elsa's left side; Anna on her right. He’d remained silent to give them a chance to communicate, though he knew how to read his fiancée, and could tell how tense she was. 

“You do get used to it,” Elsa replied, placing her hand on Anna's. Their arms were still linked. 

Anna side-eyed her sister. She had so much to say, but mentally talked herself out of it each time. It would be so much easier if I didn't love you so damn much. She knew Elsa meant well, and she knew Elsa had suffered much on her own. That didn't change how Anna felt overall, but it kept her from saying something she'd regret. “I think we should keep things simple tonight,” she chimed in. “Maybe cut the evening a bit shorter than usual.” 

Elsa didn't seem fond of the idea, but she also didn't want to intrude. “We can definitely play it by ear, if you like. I have nowhere to be; this is our night.” She pulled Anna a bit closer, tightening her grip around the younger woman's arm. 

Anna pulled her arm back, though, to Elsa's surprise. The redhead instead crossed her arms over her stomach and kept her gaze away from her sister's direction. 

Elsa wasn't a people person, but she knew body language—especially this particular stance. She grew worried. “Are you sure everything's all right?” she prompted, walking close beside the queen. 

Anna nodded distantly, then looked at Kristoff. She took a breath and said, “I have some things to do that I forgot about earlier. Would you please escort my sister to her chambers for the evening?” 

Elsa was quite taken aback. She knew how mature and capable her sister was, but Anna never spoke like a queen when it was just the three of them. Why would she? The blonde looked up at her soon-to-be brother-in-law with a questioning gaze—they exchanged a look for a brief second before he nodded at Anna; “of course.” 

As the redhead began to head off, Elsa gave chase. She took Anna's arm and turned her around so they were facing each other; it wasn't aggressive, but was full of worry. “What's up with you? I'm worried.” 

Anna almost laughed, but she contained herself. “I’m fine,” she said simply. “But I have duties to tend to.” 

She tried to walk away, but Elsa held her tight, desperate for an explanation. “Hey, wait. We promised to communicate, right? Talk to me. Please.” 

Anna raised a brow. Don't be mean, she thought to herself. Even to your sister. But her control was lacking. “You...want me to let you in now? Isn't it a bit late for that?” 

Elsa—and Kristoff—could hear the sting in her voice. “Anna—” 

“You expect me to drop what I'm doing just for you?” She hissed. It was accidental; her tone. She wasn't a mean person; she wasn't rude. But her anger was rising. 

Elsa looked hurt, though her surprise outweighed her pain. “I'm sorry for whatever I did—” 

Laughter. Anna took her arms back; “what you did? Jesus, Elsa, where do I even start.”  

“Anna, maybe we should take a break,” Kristoff suggested, stepping in. 

The sisters both replied with a mutual, “no, no,” but Anna's was a lot harsher than Elsa's. 

“Should we start with the same old bullshit?” 

“Anna—” 

“Or is that history now? Yeah, I suppose we can bury thirteen-years of pain with three-years of companionship. That balances out beautifully. Oh, and how about recent events? That voice that you failed to tell me about? Or maybe that fact that we saw our parents last moments and it was all about you?” 

Elsa had crossed her arms by this point; shoulders raised. Her eyes teared up more as Anna’s voice got louder. Kristoff stayed silent. She needed this. 

“I suppose we also shouldn't then mention that I buried them alone! That they were my parents, too! That I'm not just your spare! But that'd be too much, right?” 

Anna took a step closer to Elsa; her heels against Elsa's flats made them the same height, and they were able to make direct eye contact. 

“You manipulated my love. You wouldn't stop for five fucking minutes to explain what was going on. I needed you just as much as you needed me. And how did you care for me? You pushed me away. Again.” 

“I had to.” Her voice was soft; broken. She was pained—she hadn't seen Anna like this before. Ever. It killed her. Did she really make her suffer alone? How could sweet, happy, bubbly Anna be depressed? Anxious? Lonely? 

“I know you think you did,” her voice was stern, but shaky. A tear managed to escape her eye and run down her freckled cheek. “But you have no idea what you put me through.” She didn't mean to yell; “I thought I had lost EVERYTHING.” 

Elsa winced at the volume, but kept her stance. 

“I had nothing. And you LEFT me ALONE, Elsa! The last time we'd spoken, we fought. That goodbye-hug lost all meaning after you'd forced us into that boat! I was so ANGRY! And not once—not ONCE did you ask if I was okay.” 

“Gods, Anna, I—” 

“NO.” The redhead held up a stern finger, silencing the older woman. “It's my turn. You shut up.” 

“Anna.” Kristoff's voice was gentle and understanding. It grounded her. Pulled her back to reality just enough to make her aware of her words. 

The queen took a deep breath; her finger curling in as she made a fist. She let out a shaky breath, not breaking eye contact with those glossy, ice-blue eyes. “My parents died. I was alone. You were all I had, and I didn't even know what you looked like. I tried so hard to be strong, but that was a darkness I never thought I'd get out of. And then...” she trailed slightly, anger turning to pain. “When I was alone. In that cave. After watching and hearing our parent’s final moments; Olaf, the only friend I had left—because I never thought I’d see Kristoff again after I left him to follow you... He flurried away. I watched him die. I held him as he died, Elsa. And he was all I had left—of my childhood, of my home, of you. And you were gone. Just like mama and papa; you left and were to never return. I thought Arendelle was gone. The dam had to be broken; I couldn't have ever imagined that you would've saved it.” 

Elsa let out a soft, shaky breath. “You had nothing.” 

Anna nodded ever so slightly, pursing her lips to hold back her tears. Her voice was barely a whisper; “nothing.” 

The blonde lost her gaze as she became aware of her tears. She quickly wiped them away, holding her hands over her mouth as she stared at her sister. 

Anna couldn't decide if she felt better. She'd said almost everything that she needed to say. She looked deep into Elsa's eyes, not wanting a response just yet. She wanted her to think. “No matter what, Elsa,” she said softly, “I love you.” 

After a brief moment, the queen turned and walked away. Elsa and Kristoff watched her go, and although the older sister tried to follow, Kristoff held her back. “Give her space,” he said gently. “Let her breathe.” 

Elsa looked up at her friend; “did I say something wrong? Tonight? To trigger this?” 

He shrugged lightly. “Maybe. Maybe it was that comment about us freezing. She's been delicate lately.”

Of course. It had to have been that comment. Elsa placed her hand flat against her stomach as she felt it churn. “I have to talk to her. I have to make it right.” 

“With all due respect,” Kristoff began, holding her attention to keep her from following Anna; “whether it's fair to anyone or not, there is thirteen—maybe even sixteen years’ worth of damage that has to be fixed. Anna loves you more than anything; she'd be willing if you are, but above all else, you have to remember that her feelings are valid.” 

Elsa nodded, though she was rather lost in thought. All those years, she thought she was suffering alone. She thought Anna was being cared for; loved. But she wasn't? She was alone? 

They worked. Their parents worked. They were royals, sure, but they were also dealing with Elsa's magic. Who raised Anna? Who taught her to be queen? Did she truly only have the portraits on the walls to talk to? Was she really neglected for all those years?

It hurt. It hurt more than anything. Elsa brushed away the original plan of a game night—that could wait. Fixing their family was far more important. She knew she had to give it time; she knew she had to think. Things wouldn't be resolved tonight, but she could start the process. She could prove to Anna that she cared. And they'd work at it again next week. And the week after. And Elsa could visit more often. This could work. This could be okay. 

Right? 

XXXXX 

Game night didn't happen. They didn't even have dinner together. Anna had locked herself in her room; something that made Elsa's blood run cold. She'd knocked only twice over the course of four hours, desperate to be acknowledged, but the queen had no interest. She had more to say, but kept her words simple; “go away, Elsa.” 

It wasn't meant as revenge. Anna wasn't trying to be petty. She just needed time. How much time; she had no idea. But at this rate, no conversation was going to take place before the end of the day. It was already long past sunset; the outside world was dark, cold, and quiet. A perfect place for Elsa to think. 

She'd seen Anna open the door for Kristoff; the two disappeared into their chambers a couple of hours ago. Elsa wasn't one to eavesdrop, despite how desperate she was to talk. She couldn't bear to pace around the halls of this massive castle; so, she went outside. She’d made her way down to the water, sitting on the large rocks, watching the gentle waves. Snow was falling rather heavily; the temperature well into the negatives. Her dress was of her own creation, though a new design; her shoulders and arms were entirely bare, alongside a lot of her chest and most of her back. Her hair was still white from the events that took place in Ahtohallan, but it was a small change from the platinum-ash blonde it was before. Despite her thin attire, she wasn't cold in the least. She was shivering, but that was caused by the emotion she was struggling to hold. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but her cries were silent. 

She loved Anna. More than anyone, or anything. She thought it was obvious. She'd always gone out of her way to make sure Anna's happiness was number one. What she'd failed to realise was that Anna had emotions other than joy. The redhead had always been a little ball of sunshine; Elsa wholeheartedly believed that nothing could dim that light. To find out Anna had been in pain for sixteen years of her twenty-one years of life... 

Agony. It was agonising. Like losing someone you love. Elsa pressed her hands hard into her stomach in an unconscious attempt to stop the pain she was feeling. She still hadn't learned how to handle emotion—she was shut off from humanity for so long, she forgot what it felt like to be human. To just...exist. Anna kept her grounded; kept her real. 

But that whole time that Anna was caring for her, she herself was in pain. She pushed her own feelings aside to care for Elsa, and the blonde had never noticed. She knew Anna was selfless, even before the at-the-time princess sacrificed her life for the sake of her sister and her kingdom. But this was on another level. This was nearly two decades of suffering that she endured for Elsa. 

A sob escaped her throat so suddenly, it startled her. She shrieked and jumped in response, slowly crawling off the rocks and onto the snow-covered ground as she let herself sob freely. She’d hoped that the snow would muffle her cries; the last thing she needed was someone coming to check on her. No one ever checked on Anna. 

The pain of those long years came rushing back. Oh, how badly she wanted to throw open that door and hug her sister. How badly she wanted to sing back to her; to tell her jokes and teach her and love her and tease her. She wanted to grow up with her, and that was stolen from them. She wasn't allowed to be the big sister she'd always dreamed of being. She wasn’t allowed to hold her best friend. They weren't allowed to discover the world together. They never got to roam the kingdom in their teen years and gossip about romantic interests. They never got to explore too far and get in trouble for it. They never got to laugh, or fight, or sing—they didn't see each other. They were strangers. 

And then, suddenly, they were together again. And just as quickly as that, they were apart. That pattern seemed to continue. 

Elsa thought heavily about their relationship; she tried to find the flaws on her side; things that she could control. She’d noticed a pattern of her own; it seemed that every time Anna tried to communicate with her, Elsa ran in one way or another. To Elsa, this was a simple defence mechanism—it was hard for her to communicate. Often times, she needed to take what was said and think on it before she could reply fairly. But to Anna, it was the same story: she was being shut out. 

Elsa realised that she had to work hard to be different for Anna. Not to disregard her own feelings or history, but to meet her sister in the middle. You gave up so much for me; surely, I can sacrifice a few boundaries for you. I can learn for you, Anna. 

She stared blankly across the fjord, though her view was obstructed by her tears and the falling snow. She brought a shaky hand up to her eyes to wipe them as dry as she could; she was a bit surprised that the tears weren't frozen. She'd never truly understood how her power worked; even after her discoveries and the comfort she found within herself, it was still difficult to understand something so otherworldly. 

Anna never struggled to understand. Not once. Their problems were never based around Elsa's powers; when they fought, Anna didn't care about the temperature in the room. She didn't care if the windows frosted over. She wasn't afraid of her sister; Elsa's magic was just a part of who she is. It was that unconditional love and treatment that truly helped Elsa come to terms with herself. Hearing a similar message from her mother only added to that. 

But now, she had complicated feelings towards her parents. If they neglected Anna, how could Elsa forgive them for that? 

They were only human. They did their best with what they had. They tried. 

And they're gone. That’s a history that can't be fixed. And most importantly, that isn't Elsa's responsibility. No; she has her own damage to fix. She can only control herself. And now, she had to make the first move. 

XXXXX 

She’d cleaned up a bit. She had to gather her thoughts. It was hard; finding the courage was so hard. She got a rush of anxiety every time she thought about knocking on that door again—being rejected by the person who had constantly tried to reach her hurt on a whole other level. What have I done? 

She sighed and shook her head. “No. You can fix this,” she said quietly to herself. Verbal reassurance had always been more helpful for her. It pulled her out of her head, and eased her anxiety just a smidge. “Just talk to her. She needs you. You can do this, Elsa.” 

A knock came at her bedroom door. Elsa turned, surprised; she called a delicate, “come in.” 

A moment passed, then the door swung open and Anna stepped in. Elsa felt her heart leap into her throat, and simultaneously, her stomach dropped. Yet again, she failed to make the first move. “Anna. I was just coming to see you.” 

The redhead seemed surprised, but it was gentle. “You were?” 

Elsa nodded and gently hugged herself; “I mean, I was trying to find the courage to come and see you.” It was difficult to admit for some reason. 

Anna smiled ever so slightly as she shut the door behind her. “Well,” she took a few steps closer and gently crossed her arms for comfort. “Beat you to it,” she half joked. She had changed into her nightgown; her auburn hair fell loosely in an elegant flow half-way down her back. 

“Again,” Elsa said softly, defeated. “I'm s—” 

“I'm tired of apologies,” Anna interrupted, voice still quiet. She’d failed to make eye contact as she spoke. “Words have lost meaning over the years. Certain words, at least.” 

Elsa nodded distantly. She didn't know if she should speak, or listen. 

Anna took a breath then looked at her sister, also defeated. “I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I've never lost myself like that before,” her voice faded out a bit on that last part. “I didn't mean to raise my voice; it was immature, and I'll make sure it doesn't happen again—” 

“No.” 

The queen tilted her head, slightly taken aback. Elsa's voice was stern. It surprised her. “No?” 

The blonde moved closer, expression showing her desperation. “No, it will happen again, and that's okay. You have every right to be upset and you should never apologise for being human.” 

Anna smiled lightly again. Those words were extra important coming from Elsa. “I just don't want to hurt you.” 

“Your honesty will never hurt me, Anna,” she replied. “That isn't for you to worry about, anyways. You've got to speak up for yourself. Always. Even against me. I want us to be able to talk—gods, I want us to be able to fight and make up as sisters do.” She paused, then continued when Anna said nothing. “Things don't have to be perfect all the time. And things aren't going to fall apart if we have a falling out. We have to learn.” 

Anna’s gaze fell as defeat rushed over her again, and Elsa noticed. It sent her into a panic, but she tried to contain it. Did she say something wrong? Is she missing something? What does Anna need? Is it ruined? Is it over? Anna's going to tell her to leave and they're never going to speak again? No, she wouldn't do that. Would she? If she decides she deserves better; if she decides that— 

Elsa was ripped out of her thoughts when she was wrapped in a tight embrace. Her arms instinctively wrapped around her sister and they held each other close, relaxing. 

���I have spent my entire life petrified that I'm going to lose those that I love, and that's all that seems to happen.” 

Her voice was so delicate and pain-filled that it made Elsa's tears quickly return. She tightened her grip around Anna's petite frame, and buried her face in the crease of her warm, freckled neck. 

Anna stared blankly towards the wall. It still felt weird to be in this room; to be on this side of the door. The weirdest part was that there was someone in that room all along; she hadn't spent those years just talking to a door. There was another lonely little girl on the other side, who lived to hear the voice of her baby sister. 

Anna tightened her grip, too. Tears welled in her eyes, but she swallowed them as best she could. “You were my light, too. The only thing I lived for. The thought of someday meeting you was all that got me through those lonely nights.” 

Elsa’s fingers curled in as she grabbed at Anna's hair and clothes; she tried to contain her emotions, but couldn't, and cried on her sister's shoulder. 

Anna felt her move in her arms; she knew she was crying. It made tears escape her eyes, too. “I know you're broken. I know you've been through hell, too. I just wish we could walk through the flames together.” 

Elsa nodded; “we will.” Her voice was broken and weak; she sounded nasally due to her crying. She held Anna even tighter, if that were even possible. “We will always do this together, Anna, I swear. I'll never leave you behind again.” 

Anna wanted to smile at the thought, but couldn't. How could she believe such promises? The first day they'd spent together, Elsa said the same thing. Together. Then again as they travelled to the forest. Then again as they—

“Prove it.” 

A beat passed, then they mutually pulled out of the embrace. Elsa kept a hold on Anna's upper arms, but the redhead took her own hands back and crossed her arms again. They looked at each other with tears eyes; cheeks red and puffy. Elsa looked genuinely upset, whilst Anna almost looked betrayed; broken and distrusting. 

“Prove it,” the queen repeated. “Don't just say it.” 

Elsa nodded distantly; “I will. But—” 

“No buts.” She shook her head, clearly unimpressed. She wanted to be understanding. She wanted to be soft. But she couldn't let herself. Not this time. “I know you're learning, Elsa, we both are. We've had the same amount of contact with people; the same amount of practice. But I'm not a stranger. I'm not someone you met on the street; I'm your sister. And I know we grew up apart and we have much to learn about each other, but we spent the first five years of my life together, and I want us to be close again. And I know it's not realistic—we were young, but we could still—” 

“Anna.” 

The queen stopped. She’d started rambling. She did that sometimes. It was very Anna. She smiled sheepishly; “sorry; I get carried away.” 

Elsa smiled warmly; “I want us to be close, too.” She thought for a beat, then when they made eye contact again, she continued; “I am sorry; truly. I had no idea. There are so many things that I wish I had done differently; for both of us. I wish I could take all your pain and turn it into something beautiful for you. I wish you hadn't spent so long alone— I'm so sorry for the consequences. For your anxiety and your depression and your fear of abandonment—for everything that affects your daily life, I am so sorry.” 

“You get it,” Anna replied quietly, offering a weak, lop-sided shrug. “You get it because you feel the same in some way. We could understand each other. We could help each other. But I'm so afraid to talk to you sometimes; I'm so afraid that you're gonna shut me out again that I almost don't want to get close to you. I can't handle any more pain. I just can't.” 

Her heart broke again. Anna was right about one thing: they do understand each other. That was one thing that really bothered Elsa, was knowing that the pain she'd always felt; the pain she'd always tried to protect Anna from had been there all along. They really were in the same boat. Elsa gently ran her hands up and down Anna's upper arms, then took a tight hold of her. She looked deep into her aqua eyes; “Anna.” 

The redhead sniffled. She knew what words were coming; she'd heard it all before. It was different this time. Elsa was trying. Elsa heard her, and saw her, and accepted her. That’s a step. But was Anna really willing to give her another chance? 

“I promise from now on we will do this together.” 

Each word was fully pronounced; her tone was stern; she was serious. 

“We will work through this together.” 

One more chance to make things right. It was only fair; Anna herself had been lacking at communicating, too. It was a mutual ordeal. This chance would be for them both. 

“Are you willing to try? To work at it? To truly let each other in?” 

It would be a lifelong healing process. Or so she figured. There was too much history, and surely the future would only be busier. Anna was queen now; she did have duties to tend to. And, she was engaged. She was soon going to be a queen and a wife. She saw children in her future; her near future. It was easy to picture; life with Kristoff was more than ideal; they had incredible communication skills following their engagement. They’d sat down and talked out everything. They were always on the same page, even if they sometimes had disagreements. 

A queen. A wife. A mother. A sister? 

Could she handle all of those responsibilities? Was she ready? She was only twenty-one. Her future without Elsa looked easy, as much as that pained her. It felt easy; the idea of moving on. Building her own family and her own legacy. She was Arendelle's hero; this was her forever home. Did Elsa have a place in Anna's future? Elsa made it clear that Anna had a place in hers. Was that mutual?

The queen looked at her sister, and Elsa looked back at her, awaiting an answer. 

Are you willing to try? 

Anna smiled warmly. “Of course.” 

[btsqualityy]

Amour Vincit Omnia / 17

Warnings: oral sex (oc receiving), unprotected sex, squirting 

“So, are you sure that you don’t want me to fly to Michigan and kick your father’s ass for you?” Cassie asked, making Akira laugh as they sat together on the couch in Cassie and Hobi’s apartment.

“Nah, it’s not worth it,” Akira shrugged. It was Tuesday night and Akira had been back in New York since Sunday night. She enjoyed the rest of her visit with her mom and her brother and once she was back in New York, it was business as usual; with her working in the gallery with everyone during the day and working on her art whenever she had free time.

Her and Taehyung hadn’t talked much since he left on Thanksgiving for Korea, him being busy sorting out his business and the time difference being the reasons for that. However, he was coming back to New York today and Akira could barely contain herself. She didn’t regret telling him that she loved him before he left, but she kind of wishes that she knew what to expect. Were things gonna change between the two of them because they had finally declared their love for each other? She hoped not.

“Hey Kira,” Cassie called as she waved her hand in front of Akira’s face and Akira gasped as she broke out of her thoughts. “What the hell were you thinking about so hard?”

“I just...I have something else to tell you about this weekend,” Akira said and Cassie rose her eyebrows. “Me and Taehyung told each other that we loved each other before he left my mom’s house.”

“Is that it?” Cassie chuckled. “It only took y’all long enough.”

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘is that it?” That’s a big deal!”

“I didn’t say it wasn’t but I’m honestly surprised that you guys hadn’t said it already,” Cassie admitted. “You two have been stuck to each other like Velcro since your first date so I figured that you guys would be that couple who says ‘I love you’ pretty soon.” 

“Five months could be considered to be pretty soon by some people.”

“Who? Baby boomers?” Cassie wondered with a laugh and Akira rolled her eyes at her. Just as she was about to respond, Akira heard her phone ringing. She picked it up from it’s spot on the coffee table that sat in front of the couch and saw that it was Taehyung calling. 

“Hello?” Akira answered after sliding the button across to accept the call.

“Hi pretty girl,” Taehyung’s deep voice said through the receiver.

“Hi,” she grinned, and Cassie smiled as she listened in. “Did your plane just land?”

“Yeah, I’m getting into my car now,” Taehyung replied and she could hear a car door shut from his end. 

“You get everything settled with Vantae?”

“Eh, as much as I could,” he sighed heavily. “I didn’t wanna stay there for long so I did everything that I had to do there and the rest I can take care of when I get back into the office tomorrow.”

“Hm, well I guess you can just text me whenever you’re free then,” Akira whispered.

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, I know you’re gonna be busy for the next few days and you just got off a 14 hour flight,” Akira pointed out.

“That doesn’t mean that I don’t plan on seeing you, especially not tonight,” he said and Akira’s heart leaped. “I wanna see you pretty girl.”

“You sure that you’re not too exhausted?” She double checked.

“For you, of course not. Come over to my place?”

“Alright, I’m on my way,” Akira replied. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Ok. Bye baby.”

“Bye,” she smiled before hanging up the phone. She looked up at Cassie, only to find Cassie already looking at her with a wide smile on her face. “What?”

“Yeah, you are definitely in love,” Cassie smirked and Akira just rolled her eyes once again. 

“Alright, I’m leaving,” Akira announced as she stood up and slipped her boots back onto her feet. “Love you Cass.”

“Love you too and tell Taehyung that I said hi,” Cassie replied and Akira nodded as she headed towards the door. “And don’t get pregnant!”

“Ugh, bye Cass!” Akira said as she walked out of her apartment. 

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Akira knocked on the front door to his apartment, shifting idly from her left foot to her right when he opened the door.

“Hi baby,” he grinned, his wide smile on full display. She stepped forward, pressing a short kiss to his lips and giving him a quick hug before stepping around him and walking further into his apartment.

“How are you?” She wondered as he shut the door behind her and locked it before walking over to her and grabbing her hand in his, intertwining their fingers together. 

“Tired,” he replied honestly as he let a rush of air out of his mouth. He began to walk forward, pulling her along as they walked up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom. 

“Sorry for the mess,” he apologized as they stepped into his bedroom. “I was unpacking when you knocked.”

“No, it’s ok,” she nodded before taking off her boots and climbing onto his bed, making herself comfortable. “So, how was Korea?”

“It was ok,” he shrugged as he kneeled down next to his suitcase, pulling out clothes and throwing them into his hamper. “It was just filled with tedious meetings with old ass men.”

“Are you the youngest person in the company?” Akira asked as she grabbed one of his pillows, hugging it to her chest as she leaned up against his headboard.

“The youngest with any actual say in what goes on? Yeah,” he confirmed. “And those old men hate me for it too.”

“Well, what about your uncle? Is he still a shareholder?”

“Yeah but his share is so small now, he really has no power anymore. He was serious about being done when he turned the business over to me and retired,” Taehyung chuckled. 

“Why do the old ass men hate you?” She wondered with a giggle and Taehyung looked over at her, smiling lightly.

“They’re all very....old fashioned and think that the company should be run a certain way,” he summarized. “I’m trying to do what my uncle dreamed of and push Vantae into an entirely new realm.”

“And you’ve done that and Vantae is really successful because of it,” Akira shrugged. “So, again. Why do they hate you?”

“They hate me because I was right,” Taehyung said as he stood up straight, finally done with taking all of the clothes out of his suitcase and he zipped it up, carrying it over to his closet and setting it inside. “They hate the fact that I always ignore them when it comes to their opinion of me working with certain people, with certain models, with designing certain pieces. They hate the fact that I’ve ignored them and it’s always worked out in my favor.”

“Huh,” Akira hummed as she processed everything that he had just told her. He walked over to the bed and climbed onto the mattress, pulling the pillow that Akira was hugging out of her arms and throwing it off to the side before replacing it with himself, snuggling into her arms.

“I’m sorry for throwing that all on you,” Taehyung apologized and Akira looked down at him as she set her hands in his hair. 

“No, don’t apologize. I actually understand what you’re saying.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. A comfortable silence settled over them as Akira continued to sift her fingers through his hair while he laid against her, his breathing slowly evening out. 

“Taehyung?” She called and Taehyung grunted against her in response. “Are you falling asleep?” 

“Kind of,” he admitted and Akira smiled to herself.

“Ok, never mind then.”

“Did you have something that you wanted to say?” He asked and she sighed.

“More like ask.”

“Ok, I’m listening, I promise.”

“Did you mean what you told me before you left my mom’s house?” She questioned and he looked up at her, his brow raised.

“You mean when I said that I love you?” He asked and Akira nodded. “Of course I meant it. I wouldn’t have said it in the first place if I didn’t.”

“I know but it was spur of the moment and I kind of sprung it on you and I didn’t really mean to even say it at that moment and I-”

“Baby,” he said softly as he reached up and set his pointer finger on her lips. “I love you and I mean that.”

“I love you too,” she rushed out once Taehyung had taken his finger off of her lips, making him chuckle at her. “And I mean it too.”

“I’d hope so,” he joked, making her groan as she covered her face with her hands to hide her embarrassment. “Don’t hide from me,” he tsked as he sat up, sitting up on his knees as he pulled her hands down from her face.

“Stop teasing me then,” she shot back and Taehyung smiled. 

“I’m sorry pretty girl. Can I make it up to you?” He smirked and Akira’s breath caught in her throat as she nodded her head wordlessly. He leaned up, pressing his lips to hers gently. Her hands automatically tightened in his hair as he readjusted himself, slotting himself in the open space between her thighs.

“Kira, baby,” he murmured, his mouth leaving hers as he trailed kisses down over her cheek and down to her neck. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“Want you,” she moaned softly as he sucked on her neck. “Please.”

“Is someone begging already?” She felt him smirk against her skin. “I haven’t even done anything yet baby.”

“Full disclosure: I’ve been perpetually horny ever since I sucked you off in your airplane bathroom,” Akira confessed and he lifted his head from her neck, smiling lightly.

“Oh really, Ms. ‘I did that because I wanted to and not because I was expecting something in return’?” 

“I wasn’t expecting anything in return!” She shot back with a huff as he went back to pressing kisses against her skin. “I really did just wanna suck your dick, sue me.”

“I’m teasing baby,” he chuckled. “But now I want to return the favor for you.” He whispered as he sat back on his heels. He grabbed the hem of the sweatshirt that Akira had on and she sat up as he pulled up and over her body. As soon as he threw it off to the side, his mouth was on her skin again, pressing kisses to her chest. He wasted no time in helping her unclip her bra and after she removed it, he took one of her nipples into his mouth.

“Ahh,” she whispered softly as he swirled his tongue around. He then moved over to her opposite nipple, giving it the same treatment. He then trailed kisses down her sternum, reaching down and grabbing the waistband of her sweatpants and pulling them down.

“Uh, underwear too,” she scolded lightly, making him laugh at her.

“And now you’re the one giving the orders?” He wondered.

“Not necessarily but this is about me right?” She simpered and he smirked lightly.

“That it is baby,” he nodded. He made quick work of taking of her panties off and he didn’t hesitate in coming face to face to her clit, wrapping his lips around it.

“Holy fuck,” Akira gasped, picking her head up and looking down to watch him.

“God, I’ve missed your pussy baby,” he muttered against her, swirling his tongue around her clit.

“Tae,” she whimpered.

“It’s been so long since I’ve tasted you and even longer since I’ve fucked you,” he whispered, almost to himself as he brought one of his hands up, slowly sliding a finger inside of her. 

“Oh my God,” she moaned, letting her head fall back against the pillows. 

“You gonna be good and let me fuck you baby?” He questioned and she nodded quickly.

“Yes.”

“I want to hear you say it,” he demanded softly and Akira lifted her head, opening her eyes and making eye contact with him.

“I’m gonna let you fuck you me,” she rushed out.

“However I want?”

“However you want Tae,” she acquiesced, making him smile widely.

“That’s what I like to hear baby,” he said, pressing one last kiss to her clit before taking his finger out of her and sitting up. Akira watched with bated breath as he pulled his shirt up and over his head, immediately moving on to his jeans and pushing them down along with his boxers. He then grabbed the base of his cock, taking time to rub the head along her folds.

“Tae, don’t tease me,” Akira whined. “Perpetually horny, remember?”

“I know baby, I know,” he chuckled. “I got you, don’t worry.” He then moved his hips forward, slowly pushing his cock inside of her.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her back arching up from the bed. 

“Hold on to me baby,” he instructed and she did as he said, reaching up and wrapping her arms around his neck. He reached underneath her and gripped her ass with his hands before beginning to pound into her, literally taking her breath away. 

“T-tae,” she whimpered, moaning loudly when he managed to hit her g-spot.

“Shit, Kira,” he muttered as he stuck his face in her neck, his tongue sneaking out and licking her skin before he sucked it into his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me fucking come already,” she laughed breathily.

“I can feel it,” he huffed. He let out a low growl and Akira swore, she could’ve come just from that sound alone. 

“You’re so fucking deep, I can feel you in my stomach,” she moaned, throwing her head back in pleasure.

“Come on baby, come on my dick,” Taehyung encouraged her, pulling away from her neck to look down at her. 

“Fuck, oh my god fuck,” she whined and Taehyung groaned loudly as he felt her walls clamp around his dick as she came for him. Taehyung continued to slowly fuck her, being careful to not overstimulate her.

“You weren’t kidding about the ‘perpetually’ horny thing, huh?” He smiled teasingly and Akira rolled her eyes as she threw her hand over her eyes as she recovered from her orgasm. 

“Oh, fuck you,” she chuckled, making him smile.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say to the man you love baby.”

“The man I love lives to tease and make fun of me though,” she pointed out as she set her hands on the sides of his neck. “It’s what he deserves.”

“But he loves you right back though so that should make it alright,” he replied and she laughed as he leaned down and left open mouthed kisses to her neck.

“Are you gonna be this corny all the time now? Since we know we love each other?” She questioned and he nodded.

“Yep, I was just waiting for you to fall in love with me and now I have you trapped,” he grinned widely. 

“In that case, I take it back then.”

“You can’t do that.” 

“And why not?” 

“Because I have too many redeeming qualities that you appreciate,” he said as he began to thrust at a normal pace again, making her moan softly. 

“Which would be?”

“Well, I love you obviously. I treat you as my equal, I let you talk shit to me even though you’re the softest person I’ve ever met. Next to Jungkook of course,” he listed.

“I��m telling him that you said that,” Akira giggled.

“And most important, which is actually relevant right now, I fuck you really good,” he smirked, pushing deep into her to emphasize his point.

“I can’t argue with that,” she gasped as she reached down and set her hands on his thighs. “Fuck me Tae. Fuck me.”

“I will baby, I will,” he cooed, pressing a kiss to her forehead before speeding up the pace of his thrusts. Akira moaned loudly, the feeling of his cock inside of her and the sensitivity from her orgasm coupling together to have her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“Oh, right there,” she whined. “Right fucking there.”

“I need you to come again for me,” he told her suddenly as he looked down at her.

“I don’t want to yet,” she whispered.

“You’re gonna have to because I’m gonna come soon,” he chuckled. 

“I don’t even know if I can,” she huffed. Taehyung then took one hand and cupped her jaw, squeezing lightly as she looked up at him. 

“You can because I’m gonna get you there, ok?” He said and she nodded. “You want me to make you come again baby?”

“Please,” she whispered.

“I need to hear it.”

“Please make me come Tae,” she pleaded softly and Taehyung smiled before angling his hips and pounding into her again.

“Come on pretty girl,” he goaded as he reached down and rubbed her clit for her. “Fucking come on me.”

“I-I’m close,” she stuttered, shutting her eyes and turning her head to the side before letting out a loud moan. Taehyung’s hips stuttered as he felt her coming, her body shaking as she squirted on his dick. 

“Where can I come baby?” He asked.

“My, my stomach,” she whispered and Taehyung nodded before pulling out of her and wrapping his hand around himself. He stroked his dick, shutting his eyes and moaning softly as ropes of his cum shot out and landed on Akira’s skin. Once he was done coming, he exhaled harshly and set his hands on Akira’s hips, using his thumbs to rub her skin softly.

“You still there pretty girl?” He wondered and she shook her head tiredly.

“The more we have sex, the more that I’m convinced that you’re trying to kill me,” she muttered and Taehyung laughed loudly.

“Not trying to kill you, just wanna make you feel good.”

“And you always do,” she nodded before extending her arms out towards him. “Come cuddle.”

“Let me clean you up first baby,” he said before moving over to his nightstand table, where he grabbed a few tissues from the box that he kept there. He used them to wipe his cum off of her stomach, throwing them into the trashcan next to his bed afterwards. 

“Now cuddle,” she demanded and he smiled before moving up towards her, pressing a kiss to her lips before leaning back to look at her.

“Love you,” he said.

“Love you too,” she replied with a sleepy smile and he laid down next to her, wrapping his arms around her body and laying his head on her chest. 

[berkmansimagines]

Look What You Made Me Do pt. 2 (Barry Berkman Imagine)

A/N: Hey y’all! This is a part 2 for my Look What You Made Me Do imagine. A few people seemed interested in a follow up and after some fun brainstorming I decided to write it. I hope you enjoy! 

Part 1 is here if you’re interested!

Summary: You confront your father, Barry, after he has a violent encounter with someone from your past.

tw: Mentions physical abuse

You’re sitting on the couch, half watching Friends and anxiously waiting for your father to return home. When you stepped out of the shower and realized Barry was gone, you were terrified something bad happened. You knew that he was going after your old foster dad, Alan, and just hoped he didn’t do anything reckless. The entire time you’ve waited for your dad, you’ve just been mentally kicking yourself and wished you didn’t even mention Alan to him tonight.

The front door creaks open and Barry slowly walks in. You immediately spring to your feet and rush over to him.

“Dad! Are you okay? What happened? Did you see Alan?” you ask. You had a million questions for him, but wanted to get through the basics first.

Barry is quiet, unsure what to say. You study his face and look into his eyes, trying to find an answer, but he’s masking his emotions and just blankly staring at you. 

“Dad?” your face drops a bit.

To you, Barry’s non-answer is very telling. He must’ve hurt Alan in some way. Barry can tell you’ve figured it out when he sees the expression on your face drop. You look so disappointed in him and it’s breaking his heart.

“Barry!” you try to get his attention again, “Did you hurt Alan?”

You know he did, but you’re waiting for him to confirm it. Barry looks down at his feet for a moment. When he looks back up at you, he has a very serious expression on his face.

“Did he really hit you with a belt?” Barry quietly asks in a cold tone.

You gasp, take a step backwards and protectively cross your arms across your chest. You had been very careful talking to your father about what Alan did to you. You know that you didn’t tell him that.

“I...How did you know that?” you stutter.

“He told me,” Barry replies, “And I wasn’t going to let that happen again…”

“How badly did you hurt Alan?” you keep pushing for answers.

Barry doesn’t respond. Your eyes widen in fear. Did Barry actually kill Alan?

“If I texted Alan right now, would he text me back? Be honest with me…” you raise your eyebrow.

After a beat, Barry shakes his head.

“I did what I had to do in order to protect you,” Barry tells you, “He’s never going to hurt you again.”

“No!” you shake your head, “Don’t say you did this to protect me! I never…. Why couldn’t you just stay here and watch a movie with me like we were supposed to? Whatever happened tonight between you and Alan, you did that for you…”

“Y/n,” Barry breathes.

“Why couldn’t you just ignore him? That’s what I wanted to do,” you try.

“Has that ever worked for you?” Barry says sternly, “He wasn’t going to stop. He wanted to hurt you.”

In Barry’s line of work, he’s met a lot violent pieces of shit in his life and he knew Alan’s type. Alan was definitely not going to stop until he found you. He would’ve hurt you worse than any of the previous times. Just the thought made Barry’s blood boil.

You’re feeling so many emotions right now that it’s almost too difficult to process. You’re upset, angry, disappointed and a little afraid. Tears are welling up in your eyes and you can’t even look at Barry right now.

“I need to get out of here. I’m going to take a walk and blow off some steam,” you say quietly, looking down at your feet.

You head towards the door.

“Y/n, wait!” 

Barry steps closer to you. You impulsively flinch and put a protective arm above your head. Barry freezes. You look terrified right now and it was just killing him. He hadn’t seen you flinch like that since you found the gun hidden under his mattress and thought you were in trouble. When that happened, Barry promised that he’d never hurt you.

“Y/n, I’m not going to hurt you. You have to believe me,” Barry tries.

You wipe a tear away from your eye. When you first confronted Barry about his job, he told you that he only hurt people but didn’t kill anybody. You believed him then. You don’t anymore.

“I know you wouldn’t hurt me. Because you don’t hurt people… you kill them.”

That comment knocks all the air out of Barry. He has no idea how to respond. You were right and Barry knew it. Without saying another word, you leave. Barry doesn’t stop you.

After Barry puts his gun away, he switches off between pacing around the apartment and waiting impatiently on the couch for you to return. He just wants to fix this but he doesn’t know how. An hour goes by and there’s no sign of you, Barry starts to get worried. He pulls out his phone and calls you. After the first ring, it goes straight to voicemail. You were ignoring him. Barry lets out a defeated sigh and leaves you a message:

“Hey, y/n. It’s me. Can you please come home? I’m really worried about you. I just want to know if you’re okay.”

A moment after Barry hangs up his phone, it starts to ring. He doesn’t even look at his screen to see who’s calling before he answers.

“Y/n!”

“Hey Bar, it’s Sally,” Barry hears his girlfriend on the other end of the phone.

“Hey. I’m sorry now is not really a good time-”

“She’s here,” Sally interrupts.

“Is she okay?” Barry lets out a sigh of relief.

“Well she’s pretty upset,” Sally answers, “I think she should stay here tonight. She needs some time to cool off.”

“Okay,” Barry says quietly. He wished you would come home, but at least you were safe - that’s all the matters to him.

“What did you guys fight about anyways? Y/n didn’t really say much…” Sally asks, just wanting to help.

About three different lies pop up in Barry’s head, but he doesn’t want to say a thing. 

“Uh… it’s kind of a long story,” Barry shrugs, “But it’s my fault.”

“Well the first step is admitting it,” Sally tries.

“Thanks, Sally,” Barry says sincerely, “For everything. I feel a lot better knowing she’s with you.”

“Of course,” Sally replies.

While Sally is on the phone with Barry, you’re in the bathroom. You knew that Sally was going to call your father and you weren’t going to stop her, you just didn’t want to be part of that. To get out of speaking with your dad, you told Sally that you were going to change into the PJ shirt and sweatpants that she let you borrow. 

You couldn’t stop thinking about what happened with Alan. You were just so disappointed in your dad. Alan was a violent man and now you were really seeing for the first time the type of violence Barry was capable of too. It scared you. What made Barry any different from Alan?

As you take off your t-shirt, you look at yourself in the mirror and spot an old scar on the side of your ribcage. You softly run your finger over the scar, shivering at the memory of how you got it. Alan gave you that scar when he lashed you with his belt, after one of the times that you ran away from his home. He found you at a teen shelter and basically dragged you out by the neck. When you got back to Alan’s house, you received one of the worst beatings of your life. After Alan was done, you couldn’t even get off the floor. You just laid there in pain and cried for hours.

You close your eyes and wipe away tears that are already forming. In this moment you realize that your father was right, Alan was never going to stop hurting you. No matter how much you tried to ignore him, he’d find a way. He always did.

“Oh God,” you mutter to yourself, resting your head in your hands.

You needed to make things right with Barry. You were still upset by his actions, but you understand now why he did it. He was trying to protect you. He didn’t kill Alan because he wanted to, he did it because he felt like he needed to in order to keep you safe.

Your mind is racing. You have no idea what you’re going to say and you’re really emotional right now. You decide it would be best if you cooled off and talked to him tomorrow when you get home.

Sally drives you home the next morning. She offers to come up with you, but you tell her that you need to have this conversation with your dad by yourself. Last night, you talked to Sally a bit about the fight but weren’t honest with her about how it started. You couldn’t tell her the truth. Instead you mostly talked about how overprotective your father could be and that it could be very overwhelming sometimes. Sally empathized and reminded you that Barry is so protective of you because he loves you.

You open the door to the apartment and immediately see Barry on the couch. He looks exhausted, like he hadn’t slept all night. Despite how tired he is, Barry jumps to his feet when he sees you.

“Y/n…”

“Dad,” you breathe, “I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have run off like that and make you worry.”

Barry cautiously walks towards you. The last time he came close to you, you flinched away. He didn’t want to make you nervous and scare you again.

“I’m sorry too,” Barry nods, “I’m a violent piece of shit and you deserve a better father than me.”

You rush up to your father and embrace him, “No I don’t…. I’ve had a lot of fake dads in my life and I’m so happy that you’re my real one.”

He’s genuinely taken aback for a moment, then he wraps his arms around you too.

“I love you, kid.”

“I love you too, dad.”

After a moment, you let go of your hug and take a small step back.

“Dad, after everything with that creepy Detective Loach guy you told me that you were out of that life for good,” you sigh, and then, “If you still do that type of stuff that’s fine...”

“Y/n-” 

“Please let me finish!” you put your hand up, “I love you and I don’t think you’re a violent piece of shit. You’re not a bad guy, you take out the bad guys. I just want you to be honest with me and to be careful. If anything bad happens to you… I don’t know what I’ll do.”

“Nothing is going to happen to me, I promise,” Barry says softly.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep!”

“I won’t anymore,” Barry tells you honestly, “I don’t know what is going to happen to me… but I can promise that nothing bad will ever happen to you again.”

You hug Barry again, fighting back tears. Barry hugs you back. Your father was protective of you, but you were protective of him too. If he was going to make sure you were safe, you were going to make sure nothing bad would happen to him either. You make a vow to yourself to look after your dad. He was the only real family you had and you were going to make damn sure that you were going to protect it.

“Do you want to finally watch that movie?” Barry suggests.

“Yeah,” you nod, “Let’s watch Die Hard. I’ve been in the mood since last night.”

“That sounds perfect.”

[yougottalovegameofthrones]

Almost Home Pt. 6 (Robb Stark x Reader)

A/N: Hey y’all! Sorry for the big gap in updates. Had lots going on. But here ya go, Pt. 6. :) And I apologize for the ending. It’s a bit choppy.

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It was another late evening, but instead of being curled up underneath the blankets in my room,  I was being lead to the middle of the small square. With everyone asleep and out of sight, Winterfell felt almost deserted.

“Don’t you think its risky?” I sighed as I let Robb pull me gently outside, insisting that I should learn how to shoot a bow. “It’s not like we’re in the woods.”

“You are telling me that you would rather sneak out into the woods, in the middle of the night, not knowing what could be out there?” He raised an eyebrow, and I rolled my eyes.

“No, I am not.”

“Then hush. I promise you that this will be fine.”  His lips touched my cheek gently before he pulled away to find the bow and few arrows we needed for our lesson. “Besides, you’re with the King of the North. What do you have to fear?”

“Your mother, for one.”  The words left my lips before I could stop them, and I watched Robb’s face drop. He wasn’t angry, but he definitely wasn’t happy at my words.

“Y/N…”

“Is there any point ignoring the truth?.” I sighed and turned, walking closer towards the target. “She clearly does not care for me, and would rather I was gone, in one way or another.”

A warm pair of arms wrapped around my waist, before gently turning me around. Robb Stark’s Tully blue eyes gazed down at me gently, filled with a mixture of sadness and love. “But I don’t want you gone, not now and not ever. Isn’t that enough?”

“Always.” I smiled gently, and brushed my hand against his cheek, my smile growing as he leaned his face into my palm. “Now, and forever.”

“Good.”  His curls tickled my face as he leaned into kiss me, and I giggled slightly as his lips brushed against mine. He pulled away a moment later, frowning slightly. “What?”

“Don’t you think it’s time to cut your hair?” My fingers moved to play with the now rather long strands of his hair. “I do love it, but isn’t a king supposed to look… more sophisticated?”

“Wow.” Amusement lit up his eyes as he shook his head slowly. “Way to put it gently, love.”

“I’m not trying to be mean, Your Grace.” I tucked a curl gently behind his ear, and gazed up at him. A humorous smirk lit up my face. “But I think it’s time you transitioned into the more sophisticated ideals of appearances.”

“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” He scoffed, and I giggled as his fingers slightly tickled my sides.

“Just a little.” Managing to pull free from his gentle grip , I walked over to where he set down the bow and quiver of arrows. “Now, are you going to show me how to shoot this thing or what?” 

“I do not believe that such activities are meant for someone like you, Y/N.” My blood ran cold as the all too familiar voice of Catelyn Stark interrupted the joyous atmosphere. I turned around quickly to find her standing a mere ten feet away from us. Her eyes were cold and her expression hard, displeasure a word that could only begin to describe how she must have been feeling. 

“Lady Stark, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean-” 

“Didn’t mean to get caught?” A sneer formed on her face, and I could only stand there and listen, completely speechless. “I’m sure you didn’t.” 

“Mother, she was with me.” Robb’s voice was stern, and I turned to see his gaze focused on her. “I don’t see any reason why I couldn’t show-” 

“You may be the King of the North, but you do not get to associate yourself with people of the likes of her,  not in this way!” Catelyn stormed forward and snatched my arm in her grip, her fingers digging into my flesh. “She is not wor-”

“Do not finish that sentence!” I felt Robb’s hand clasped onto my other arm, leaving me stuck in-between the the two as they continued to bicker. “No matter how low you might place her, she will always be worthy to me.” 

"The moment that you find yourself wedding a woman like her will be the moment that you have lost the respect of your people... and of your family.” I was yanked away from Robb, but winced as I felt his grip tighten on my arm, keeping me in place.

“You are in no position to talk to your King in this way.” 

The air felt thick with tension, and I knew in a matter of seconds, the conversation would take a turn for the worst.  I pulled away harshly from Catelyn’s grip before turning to Robb. 

“Be calm,  my King.” I whispered softly, as my hands moved up his chest to cup his face. “It’s not worth an argument this late. It’s my fault we are even in this mess. Let’s leave our words for the morning, when we have calmed down and gotten some rest.” 

His lips parted to speak, but I leaned in to kiss him gently for a few moments, only to be yanked away again by his mother moments later. I let her lead me away, my eyes meeting Robbs as he watched helplessly from where he stood.  The moment we rounded the corner, out of sight from Robb, Catelyn stopped walking, causing me nearly to run into her. 

“You know, my dear...” Her voice was calm and almost sickly sweet as she released me arm. “I have something I need to show you. After that, you may take your rest for the evening.” 

“O-Okay.” I swallowed nervously as I followed her down the hall, my heart nearly in my throat  with each step I took. 

She opened her bedroom door and walked inside. “Come inside.” 

I did as she asked, and looked around the room hesitantly before my eyes fell to the floor. Catelyn Stark’s footsteps echoed across the cold floor for a moment before they stopped in front of me. 

“Child, look at me.” 

My eyes slowly left the floor and met hers. Her expression was unreadable, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips as she held a folded up piece of paper in her hands.  “I hope the brief, yet intense affair you had with my son was enough to get it out of your system.” 

“Get what out of my system?” 

“Your urges for things that don’t belong to you, and things that you do not deserve.” Catelyn’s voice grew icy and I tried to ignore the ping of hurt from her words. “You are not to see him anymore. His reputation is much more important than you, and I won’t let him destroy his rule because of a girl who was willing to share her body for one night to get his attention.” 

“I did not sleep with him!” I scoffed, and she simply rolled her eyes. 

“Silly girl, I am not blind. I saw you together and I saw him come into your room. It is in your best interest that you do not lie to me.”  Catelyn held up the piece of paper. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach as I saw who it was addressed to. “This letter explains what you have done and where you are. If you so much as look at Robb the wrong way, I will have this letter sent to your family quicker than you can apologize. And after that... your fate will rest with your family, or rather... your husband. Who knows what will happen then.” 

My mouth felt dry and my head began to spin slightly as I processed the words that left her lips.  

“Are you alright? You look rather pale.” 

“I’m fine.” I whispered, ignoring her taunting words. “May I go to bed?”

“As long as you stay there till morning.” She sighed, placing the letter on the table nearby. “I will see you bright and early to get started on chores.” 

“Yes, my Lady.” I nodded, before making my exit from the room.  The tears that I tried so hard to hide began to fall from my eyes only a matter of steps away from my chambers, and I had to stop in the middle of the hall to try to calm myself.  

A hand grasped my shoulder and my mouth open to scream, but a warm hand quickly covered my mouth. I looked up to find Robb standing in front of me, his eyes concerned as he took in my state. “What did she say to you?” 

“Doesn’t matter.” I mumbled, as I reached up to wipe away my tears. “Why are you here?” 

“I’m here because I care about you...” His voice was slightly hurt, and I wanted so badly to comfort him. “What did my mother say to you?” 

“Robb, you deserve better.” I sniffled and lifted my head to look at him. “And your mother thinks you do too.  So it’s not my place to stay when you could have someone so much better.” 

“What?” His voice was soft, and it made the tears all the harder to conceal. “There is no one else I want, but you.” 

“Robb-”

“There isn’t, and there never will be. Don’t you understand?”Robb’s hands moved to cup my face, and my heart fluttered as his lips grew closer to mine. “You are all I want and all I need.  And I do not care what my mother has to say about it, because I love you.” 

Before I could respond, his lips were pressed against mine, soothing away the brokenness inside of me and inviting me closer. After a moment of hesitation, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. 

For a few moments....we stayed like this. Happy, perfectly content in the bliss of being together. But I knew that it couldn’t stay this way... not with his mother threatening everything I had left. 

I pulled away and gazed up at him through watery eyes. “I love you, my King... but I am not what you deserve.” 

I slipped out of his embrace and ran down the hall, away from his voice calling for me to stop. I opened my chamber doors and nearly slammed them shut as I made it back. If my heart had been broken before, it was nearly destroyed now. I slowly made my way to my bed and laid down, curling in a ball as sobs of sadness washed over me. 

Eventually, a restless sleep overcame me and I drifted into darkness... unsure of what the next morning and the rest of my life would bring. 

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58. Part 3

I just want to see Cassius, that is the honest truth. I want to see my man, I don’t care if he doesn’t want to see me but I want to see him “you think he has ran off?” I asked, I don’t know what Henry was saying but I interrupted him “well, I hope he hasn’t. Cassius is here because he wants to be, I can’t force him to say” so he just doesn’t want to see me “it’s been so long, so long since I have seen him or even spoken to him, yes I am being emotional” waving them off, I just want to see his face at least, just doesn’t seem real that I can’t even touch him. I want him so bad “relax, just give him time” glaring over at Kyle “I don’t have time, and you know this” Kyle nodded his head “I get it” I swallowed hard placing my hand over my face, I may be a little dramatic but my emotions is very much everywhere. I just need him, I do need him but he seems so far from me, I would do anything for him “ignore me, I need to just give him time. Time I don’t have, I mean I am not dying but I just need to speak to him” Henry nodded his head “he needs to do it himself” he is so laid back this guy, I would drag Cassius ass out and be like just get on with it “you do hold a big key Sofia, to his mental state. His happiness is you, I have never seen the boy get so happy. Giggly with it too. I think it’s something he can overcome, he calls you a purpose to be here. We all have those points in life where it changed you for the better, when he met you he felt that. If he doesn’t want to see you, do not be offended. It’s hard for him, to see the person that you love so much is seeing him like this. He said one of the points is having to see you in hospital and he looked bad, he really just wants to see you when he is perfect. Doesn’t happen in life” that is a lot to take in, to be someone’s happiness is a lot.

We have been here, I would say half hour now “Cartier is playing up Amira said” Kyle slowly walked back into the room “he is being clingy to me, I understand” Kyle sat next to me “I think I do need to go, we can try again another day. Please make sure he eats what I gave him, I would send it him every day but I am not in Texas. I prefer to be in Atlanta but if he wanted I would stay here” I can’t sit here when Cartier is playing up, he is clingy to me recently anyways, even though Amira is at the house every damn day and still he acts like this, the diva “we can try again, I did push for it. Maybe it is my fault” I sniggered “so it was you then” getting up from the couch, hearing the door close “better late than never Cassius” looking over at Cassius with my bag in hand, Cassius looked at me but shyed away “my nigga!” Kyle spat, he always loses the weight. He looks so skinny again, just staring at him. Kyle hugged Cassius without even a care in the world, he seems so ill or maybe that is just me but I left him healthy and he just seems not him.

He barely hugged Kyle, he seems overwhelmed “you came, that is the point” I haven’t moved from my spot, I was ready to leave and he is here. He hasn’t moved either, I have been ranting on about seeing him and now I am mute as shit “are you coming in, sit down” Henry said, he seems like he wants to run away “I’ll sit” he said in a whisper, he walked over to us slowly and I dropped my bag. I want to touch him “Cassius” placing my hand over my mouth, rushing towards him. I don’t care if he doesn’t want to hug me or even interact with me but I do, hugging Cassius close “I have missed you so much” closing my eyes, I don’t want to cry too much because he is here, he is ok and he is better. Feeling his hand on my back, he slowly rubbed my back. Moving back from the hug, looking up at him “look at you” lifting my hand up, touching his face “what have you done to your hair?” I chuckled feeling ever so choked “you gone bald, no beard” smiling at him, he smiled back at me “new me” he said “I love it, I do” placing my hands at the side of his face “you’re ok, that is all that matters ain’t it” he is alive and that matters the most.

Sitting across from Cassius, my heart is aching for him. He is the sweetest man I know, so full of heart and this is what people have done to him, I mean his own parents. He is ok, no matter how he looks he is still alive and he is with me. I was so close to losing him, I don’t care what had to happen to get him here because look at him “are you happy you came out to see them?” Henry asked, he seems very shy. Timid with things, reminds me of that time in the club, I mean it was me and he was so shy like when I took him to the disabled toilets he was more concerned about the wet sign, he is such a pure soul, and there was me being a bitch just looking out to have sex. I can’t stop smiling at him, he is talking but I am not hearing it because I am honestly just happy to see him. This is Cassius, this is the Cassius I know and met on several occasions which gets clouded by shit. I am so happy, I can’t contain myself “Sofia, how do you feel seeing him?” looking over at Henry “what did he say?” I had to ask “Cassius said he is happy to see us, Sofia wake up” Kyle nudged me “oh yeah, I am happy to see him. To hear his voice again, to see his face again” smiling at him, Cassius keeps looking away from me.

Cassius walked back into the room, he left to get something “what did you bring back, some gifts?” Cassius chuckled “I was doing something before I came out” he sat next to Henry “I wrote something, you said I should write things I can’t say. I wrote something, you read it” Cassius held it out to Henry “you’re not up for saying it?” Cassius shook his head “I wrote, that is the point” he is getting more comfortable, Henry took it from him “I added some things on there” he is so cute, I love him “writing about your feelings, I like it. So is that why you took so long?” Henry opened it slowly “kind of” I am excited to hear this, well he wrote. He can write one thing and I will be emotional about that right now “to whoever cares, maybe Sofia and Kyle, if” Henry paused “you crossed here?” Henry pointed out “I put if Sofia wants to marry me, but I seen the ring” Henry let out an oh, looking down at the engagement ring “he put if she wants to marry me still” Henry chuckled “so let’s start again, to whoever cares, maybe Sofia and Kyle. I am a mess, I let a lot of people down and especially the people that love me the most, lied to their faces about doing such a thing. I fell into a deep black hole, something I found hard to leave once I entered it. One line, turned into two and then three. Which made me want more, I felt on top of the world. Doing things because I can, I was out to destroy my life and the honest truth is. I wanted to die, I openly didn’t want to be here. Through this long process of thinking, remembering my past and seeing Kyle through it all. I am sorry to you Kyle, you fought with me so much and still you are here. Sofia, you was right to leave me first time around. You was also right in wanting to keep our son away from me. In that moment I could have done anything to you both, if I didn’t have the money or the open gate to this drug I would have sold you both, that is the truth and that scares me. I am a product of Carnell and Monique, I am so lost. This may be everywhere and sound like I am jumping between things but I am still thinking, I am still piecing together on why I deserve to be alive when I have dodged death on several occasions” Henry closed the paper, wiping the tears that fell.

“I am proud of you, you took this from group didn’t you? So you do listen” I am a mess now, I can’t stop crying “nigga, I would do it for you again. It’s me and you till the end Cassius” I sniffled looking over at Kyle “Cassius, I always thought how you dealt with things. You went through shit as a kid Cassius and the only thing I could do was be there for you, I had to fight you a lot because I wanted to protect you but I will ride for you” Kyle is so sweet to him “shame Myles did me over, I don’t have many friends and he was one of my brothers and he did that. I lost Lamar which was set up to get to me and then Jordan, this has destroyed so many people and it’s all to get to me. Samuel, Blaze, Zed. Wheezy. His daughter got no father. That is why I struggle to understand why I keep cheating death” I swallowed hard watching him, he is so emotional “yo” he put his head down “I wasn’t even there for when Sofia lost the baby in the club, I was too busy. I just” he sniffled “I need time” he is hurting so much, my poor baby “can I have some alone time? I ain’t going to run” Cassius looked at Henry “you can” he got up from the couch.

The room fell awfully quiet “I bet y’all think I should be used to death, I am sorry I mentioned your dad. Things I didn’t want to do but I did, I just wanted to know how the business is going?” Kyle can answer that “well it’s going good, we had some issues in Miami. All is well, it’s quiet. Ethan asked about you but I said you are busy but it’s good, Sofia is our new money counter. She has been helping, ain’t you boss!” Kyle laughed nudging me “she is boss” Cassius agreed “Cassius, I don’t ever blame you for these things. You are not a monster, I don’t think that of you” I said, I have been quiet “to become boss, you have to go through shit. You can’t have a heart being a boss, you can’t. You can’t be loved, he laughed in my face and told me to go for it. He moulded me to be a monster, the love I had for my family was my goal and I never won it. I have seen so much Sofia, I can never unsee it and I don’t want you to hear it. I never won that goal Sofia” Cassius laughed “we here for you, you rest up” Kyle said “you want us to come back tomorrow?” Kyle asked “erm, would be nice. If you want to go back then you can” Kyle shook his head “we will stay over” nodding my head in agreement “Cassius, I know it all but maybe you need to open up your heart to the woman you love” Kyle added before he got up.

Cassius walked behind us, he didn’t walk ahead, he is still healing “all good then?” Henry asked “erm all good, I would say. You want to see Cartier now?” I turned to Cassius “I don’t deserve to see someone so pure” rolling my eyes shaking my head “stop it” digging in my bag for my phone “you deserve to see our son, he loves you and we both miss you” unlocking my phone “you got a picture of me and Cartier on your lock screen?” Cassius pointed out “who else would I have?” looking up at him “I don’t know” Cassius laughed, he is stupid at times “well he sits up on his own, well when I say he does he leans like a leaning tower. It makes me laugh, he does sit straight for like a minute but he is doing it” tapping on the latest picture of him “look at him now” Cassius looked at my phone, he stared intently. Taking my phone from me “he got curls, like he got good hair. He still light skinned as hell, he a lot of you in him. The boy is growing. He looks naughty” Cassius smiled at the picture “he is, a little. I mean he is just growing so fast but we miss you, I miss you because you can do the morning routine” I do miss him doing that, taking the phone from him “also I left food for you, I got you dessert too. I made some chicken wings, curried goat. Ok? You can eat well” touching the side of his face “really?” he said a little shocked “yes, why wouldn’t I? I will see you tomorrow” I am so happy, I am happy.

Walking into the hotel room “he has been whiny, he wanted his mommy” Amira said, walking into the living area. I gasped seeing Cartier on the floor sat up, with pillows all around him “my baby boy, mommy is back” Cartier shakily lifted his head, his eyes widened “awww, I am sorry. I know, I left you” picking him up from the floor “mommy is back” rubbing the back of his head, kissing the top of his head “soooo, tell me. How did it go?” turning to Amira “good, I saw him. I mean I thought he wouldn’t come to see us but he did, he was very shy. He has gone skinny again but I think it’s the food there but he is ok, it was very emotional. Kyle cut it short though” Amira looked at Kyle “why did you do that?” she questioned “I wanted him to rest, we are seeing him tomorrow. I was thinking, Sofia you go alone. You will be fine, I think you will get more out of it. He has a lot to say, I think it would be better you go. I will spend time with Cartier” he wants me to go alone, this is weird “if you think” I didn’t think he would want me to go alone.

I came here alone, Cartier is in a better mood which I am happy about so he went to Kyle “someone has been waiting” Henry said opening the door for me, Cassius is stood behind Henry “you was waiting?” I said smiling at him, I find it so cute he was “I thought I would greet you” opening my arms “come here” hugging Cassius “Kyle hasn’t come, it is just me today” touching the back of his head, I wish he didn’t go bald headed but he did. Pressing a kiss to the side of his face “I ate your food, you made me patties? I was so shook and then strawberry cheescake, you didn’t need to do that?” moving back from the hug, he seems so happy about the food “it was nothing, it gets a bit lonely cooking for myself so I enjoyed cooking for you, you have plenty left yeah? I was scared the cooler bag wasn’t going to work for the cheesecake but look at that” Cassius nodded his head laughing “you can both pretty much do what you like, we can catch up after” Henry said “that is fine” crossing my arms across my chest “you lead the way Cassius” I grinned at him “there isn’t much to see but I can show you a few things” smiling at him, he is so cute.

He seems so happy, I love it “so this like the place where we can just watch movies and shit, this nigga is a weirdo. I don’t fuck with him” this guy just stared at Cassius, he seems so angry “no group today Cassius?” this middle aged white lady asked “not today, I have a guest” he moved to the side “this is the lady, Sofia right?” she knows me, how many people has he told about me “I am June, nice to meet you” she held her hand out “same, don’t tell me Cassius has been telling everyone” shaking her hand “I would be lying to say if he didn’t, he is very much proud of you. It’s lovely to meet you in person. Cassius stop harassing others thank you” she seems so kind “I’m not, just saying hi” she walked off “let’s just go to my room, it’s boring but it’s private” I shrugged “I don’t mind, you lead the way” I can see how much he is so happy, I love it.

Seeing his bed made “you make your own bed? Don’t lie to me” seems to be set out nicely “myself, remember I have been locked up and I did do my own bed then. You can sit, I don’t mind. Relax” I can’t stop smiling, looking around the room “it is so bare, you like it like this?” placing my bag on the bed “I guess, did you get my phones?” I didn’t think he would ask “well” turning to him “I did get them, I was shocked to see them. What made you do that?” Cassius gestured for me to sit down, he really wants me to sit “I woke up here, my life was over. My phone kept ringing and Henry said, you want to remove this from the situation and I said yes, I felt better” that is concerning he don’t remember “do you have any idea what happened, not even” I stopped myself “not even the moment you overdosed?” Cassius shook his head “all I know is that life was good, to feel that. I didn’t have no feelings, shit was good. I miss it sometimes because reality can be so bleak, it hurt me a lot to know I lost Jordan and then Myles, Wheezy. I cared for these people, then I was getting blamed on the side. It just got on top of me, I didn’t want to be here” Cassius sat down next to me “but you do now right?” I hope he does “if you still going to be around then there is a purpose but I am doing it for me” that is so good to hear “Cassius I am here, I am waiting for you. I honestly, I mean. I didn’t know how bad you was, not to the point where you didn’t want to be here. I knew your family was bad but this was something I didn’t know, but I am here” I wish he puts weight on, quick too.

If Cassius says he doesn’t remember the overdose, just that he woke up here then he isn’t going to remember that night “what are you thinking?” Cassius asked “erm” snapping out of it “things, so you don’t remember the things you were doing?” I just need confirmation on this “no, not in that moment” so he doesn’t remember “so you remember when you was going out of your way to go to Brooklyn?” he shook his head “when I am in that moment Sofia, I am not me. I can’t remember, I overdosed and I don’t remember it. Only the people around me do” he doesn’t remember “ok” that is interesting to know “I don’t really know what it feels, as you know. Is it a good place to be in when you are in that moment?” I sound so stupid “it is, it’s amazing. You are on top of the world, no worries at all. You can imagine my disappointment when I woke up to see this place, I could have left but I just need help” I am glad he did “I am so proud of you Cassius, really am. I was scared you were going to leave but you didn’t. When I left you here, you was very erratic. I didn’t think you would have stayed, even in that moment you listened to me but I am proud of you Cassius. You have done us so proud because I know Kyle, Amira are proud of you. So I want to tell you something, I did something while you was here” I really just want to see his reaction “what did you do? Well you’re engaged to me still so it can’t be that bad?” I laughed “Kyle keeps calling me boss because, well I erm ordered Celine to get beat. I used your phone, I called Ethan to do it” watching Cassius reaction “she is alive” I added “you did that? Sweet Sofia did that?” he looks taken a back by it “I am not sweet I guess” I shrugged “I have always wanted this issue of Celine to be dead but I really want to know, do you have feelings for her? Ok, it is not the right time to really say this but there never will be really. I was just so angry, she knew. She knew that and I didn’t, and she fed your habit” Cassius licked his lips thinking, I hope he isn’t thinking of saying he does love her “we have history, the reason why I know I love you is because I get this weird feeling inside me, I smile when I talk to you. I get shy. Celine was comfort, she knows everything. She has seen me at my worst so I kept her around. You know what I learnt, I need to cancel toxic people out and she is one of them. So no, I don’t have feelings for her, more of it being comfort in my past” that is a weight lifted from me, to hear that “you don’t mind me asking that right?” he shook his head “Henry says I need to speak to you more, he said I haven’t let you see me” that is interesting to hear that “then we got a lot to catch up on, don’t we?” Cassius smile grew.

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Would You Mind?

A/N: Based off of the sensual choreography to Janet Jackson’s “Would You Mind”. Janet Damita Jo Jackson is one nasty bitch. This is also my first smut. Thank you for helping me out @babygirlofwakanda !!!! Y’all go check her shit out!!!!!

Pairing: Winston Duke x Black! OC

Word Count: 3.7K

Warning: SMUT, a little fluff

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Tuesday’s were studio days. Not the recording studio, but the dance studio. After work, Yaa damn near got a ticket rushing to the 6:30 class. Today was the choreography showcase. Her stilettos dance class had been working tirelessly for the last two meetings to get her choreography to Janet Jackson’s “Would You Mind” right.

Winston had watched bits and pieces of the choreography as she worked on it. He never saw the raunchier parts of it, just the complex pirouettes and shoulder flips. If you asked him, it was enough for him to check out his baby’s class for himself.

“I’m sooooo sorry I’m late,y’all! Meeting ran over and I hauled ass as soon I could!”, Yaa apologized as she rushed into the studio adjusting the drawstring on the heather gray sweatpants she’d accidentally stole from a former Yale football-playing beau on purpose. Yaa had had those sweats for years and they had become her babies. It was the perfect contrast to her blue sports bra and loose mustard crop top. Her seven waist beads hung around her waist beautifully. She’d placed her platinum locs in a messy top bun. “Alright,folks! Let’s get warmed up. Keep your heels in your bags.”

She’d opted to go barefoot for warm-ups.

In the spirit of the showcase, the warm-up music was by none other than Janet herself. Floor exercises and stretches were basically a dance party. During the transition from warm-ups to showcase, “Again” came on and Yaa took this time to remind the class she had pipes.

It was time. Yaa placed a chair near the mirror and the class parted around her like the Red Sea. “Who’s first?”, she asked the class. Silence suddenly fell over her rather lively class. “I’d hate to start calling on names randomly cuz that’s b—Sidney go.” Yaa began the song and Sidney, a rather introverted soul,came alive. She executed the choreography perfectly. She even added some rather...suggestive...moves of her own, which surprised everyone. “Whew,sis! Y’all give it up for the most improved!” Yaa hugged Sidney as she went back to her spot. Iyana, Quintell, Tiara, and Olivia all volunteered and did well.

While Olivia was performing, a familiar face attempted to sneak into the studio. It was impossible for someone Winston’s height and size to sneak anywhere, so to see him try to sneak into the back of the class made Yaa cackle. When Olivia finally finished, Yaa hugged her. “Well, class, it looks like we have a visitor. Ladies, I’d like for y’all to meet my non-stealthy ass boyfriend, Winston.” A chorus of “Ooohs” filled the room as Yaa and Wins locked eyes and began laughing. “Evening,ladies!”, Winston began, “Don’t pay me any mind, I just came to see what the pretty girl in the grey sweats was up to.” Yaa rolled in eyes in embarrassment as the class broke out in a drawn out “Awwwwwwwwwww” chorus. Winston made sure to make eye contact with his now-embarrassed fiancée.

Olivia broke the couple’s mutual gaze, “Now wait a minute,K.D., you mean to tell us that you’ve been with THICC DADDY M’BAKU this whole time and you didn’t have the nerve to tell us? Why don’t you do the dance for him? I mean, after all, the chair is there for a reason.” The remainder of the class agreed and egged their instructor on to dance for Winston.

Yaa shook her head as she began changing into her heels and out of her sweats, revealing her black dance shorts. The class playfully catcalled and gassed their instructor up as she stripped.

“WOOO K.D. GOT THAT WAGGGOOONNNNNNN!”

“Say,beautiful, what’s YO name?”

“Aye,aye! Lemme get that math,ma!”

Yaa continued to shake her head and roll her eyes. “Y’all as a collective ain’t shit. I want y’all to understand that. Somebody play the damn track before I change my mind.”, Yaa exclaimed. Boy, were those some SHAWT ass shorts. It had just enough lower cheek showing that the shorts didn’t look like boy shorts. Most of her hip tattoo was exposed and it definitely caught Winston’s eye. That tattoo was his Kryptonite and she was well aware of the effects it had on him. It may have been the reason she wore those shawt ass shorts in the first damn place. Fast ass hussy.

Yaa led Winston to the chair at the front and plopped him down in it. “This is for all the times you left me hot and bothered. Don’t even think about touching me during this dance.”,she whispered lustfully into his ear. Winston laughed deeply. “If this routine is any sexier than what your students are doing, you’re in big trouble,young lady.” Yaa was not backing down from this challenge.

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The music played and Yaa was in her own world. Her eyes locked onto Winston’s as the class cheered her on. Her body moved with such grace and fluidity. From the dangerously deep arch in her back to sitting in his lap and whispering sweet nasty shit in his ear, she was having a grand ol time teasing him. She allowed the lyrics to speak for her:

Baby, would you mind kissing me

All over my body

You missed a spot - there

Baby, would you mind tasting me

It's making me all juicy

Feeling your lips on mine

She even got him when she whispered her favorite lyric, “I’m wanna make you cum”, in his ear. He raised his eyebrow and the class erupted taking note on the intense chemistry the couple was displaying. They knew you had nasty tendencies, but NOTHING prepared them for the show their instructor was putting on for her beau. At the end of the routine, Winston hugged and kissed his fiancée before whispering in her ear,“You are in so much trouble, Khalida.” This was the one punishment Yaa couldn’t wait for.

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Yaa’s car ride home was consumed with thoughts of how Winston was going to lay the pipe on her. It’d been a few weeks since he’d last laid it down,so tonight was going to be one for the books. Before she could even get three steps into the foyer, her body was instantly pushed up against the wall with great force that damn near knocked off the expensive china on the table. With a hand to her throat and his hot breath beside her ear, she shivered when Winston began to speak. “I told you that you’d be in trouble when you got home, didn’t I? You don’t listen.”, he growled. Her lady parts began getting excited. “Now Daddy, when have I ever listened to you?”, she replied with spice in her tone.

Lifting her eyes she saw Winston’s eyes darken with pleasure and a hint of anger. Quickly gulping saliva down her throat, Yaa’s breath hitched as she felt a droplet of release dampen her underwear.

Seeing the startled face and a single bead of sweat slide down her face, Winston sickly grinned as he decided to make beg for forgiveness. Make her apologize for working him up and grinding her body on his hardened length after his multiple pleads.

Oh, he was gonna have her beg.

Tightening his grip around her neck, he pulled his face closer and stuck his tongue out tracing the her outer ear with his wet muscle. Causing a sharp intake of breath to inhale from Yaa’s mouth Winston eyes lowered with ecstasy as he pulled his mouth away. “Apologize.” He croaked, as the visual of her mouth parted and head tilted back began affect his manhood. “Oh? So we gettin’ bold today,I see. Why should I be apologi—”, Yaa’s ballsy statement was interrupted by the tightening of Winston’s hands around her neck. “Apologize for teasing me earlier, for disobeying me, and for leaking in your panties without my permission.”, he commanded with total dominance, giving Yaa no time to leisure as he tightened his grip around her neck a little more.

Only whimpering in response, Yaa felt the rise of her nipples and liquid in her panties gain weight. Hearing no response, but only watching her face twist up in further pleasure. Winston squinted his eyes, “No baby, use your words. Where was that energy when you kept showing your ass to the rest of your class, huh?”,he questioned with an underlining condescending tone of voice. Yaa felt herself going in and out of consciousness—a feeling she wasn’t necessarily opposed to. She finally mustered enough strength to tap his large arm. It wasn’t until she tapped his arm rapidly that Winston realizes his girlfriend was nearing the Ancestral Plane. He slightly loosened his grip and she immediately began gasping for air, “I already told you...that...was payback for all those times you left me high and dry at night...leaving me...months,weeks at a time...got me and my pussy in...overdrive...all for you to just...leave?!” Yaa snapped back with such gusto, considering she was just being choked out not long ago.

Hearing her response, Winston’s grip slowly regained strength as processed her answer. “Nah, Yaa. It doesn’t work like that. You got me hard in public and if I would have fallen into your trap we would have been fucking in front of your class and you don’t want that do you?” He asked, as his eyes regained the threatened look of pleasure. Yaa’s lustful gaze met his. She couldn’t answer his question with words; rather, with an intense kiss. Her lips crashing into his thick lips was a drug that Winston took pleasure in. Their tongues combatted for dominance as Winston carried Yaa up the stairs to the bedroom.“Well it looks like we’re not in public anymore now,are we? Make me apologize,Daddy.” Yaa mumbled into his lips. Winston nearly drops Yaa when she said Daddy.

She knew just how to get him riled up—calling him “Daddy” or “Big Daddy” (used only when she was off the Henny or D’usse) was a sure fire way to get him. “Strip.” He commanded as he dropped her on the bed. Without thought, the usually bull-headed and bratty Yaa did as she was told with the quickness. Sis was finally getting her dick after all this time away from her man and even she herself couldn’t get in the way of her punishment.

Watching her thick frame shuffle the bed to remove her clothing Winston took his time as he balled up the ends of shirt and gradually lifted it over his head teasing Yaa in the process. With low eyes Winston watched Yaa’s naked body come into play as he fumbled with the belt around his waist. “Lemme get this for you,Daddy.” Yaa said sensually and she traveled towards him. “Stop. On your knees...I’m only saying it once,Khalida.” He commanded as he went through his phone. “Would You Mind” began playing throughout the house. She laughed as she crawled to her Daddy. It wouldn’t be long after Yaa was back on her bullshit as she slowed her crawl significantly. She watched as Winston’s face twisted. He paused the music. “Nah,baby, you’re gonna do this right. Start that shit over.”

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Hearing his demand, Yaa looked up at his face that gave an unreadable expression. She couldn’t tell if he was on the verge of snapping her body or on the verge of anger. Retracing her steps back to the headboard, she watched a sly grin appear on his face.

As the song resumed, she got back into the zone. “Show me the dance one more time.” Winston demanded. He watched as his now naked fiancée showcased her visual masterpiece in front of him once again. His member began to resist against his jeans as he made note of Yaa’s waist beads and tattoos, including his Kryptonite. He loved the way the beads compliment her full waist. Winston watched as Yaa pressed her knees into the mattress and swayed her body to the song. Every thrust of her hips and breath lifting her chest sent Winston into further bliss. “—damn.” He mumbled underneath his breath as his eyes glazed over with admiration.

As the song continued on passed the choreography’s end, Yaa began to crawl back to Winston. When she approached her destination, she got up and sat in his lap as was still struggling to get his belt unfastened. “I told you I’d get it,Wins.”, Yaa said as she began unbuckling his belt.

Allowing her fingers to quickly loosen his belt Yaa freed the restrain letting the leather fall around the bulging tent underneath his pants. Flicking her eyes up Yaa spotted Winston’s head tilted back as he was put in a partial state of bliss. Taking that as an opportunity to tease him, Yaa ran her hand over his hardened length causing a throaty groan to erupt from deep within his throat.

Yaa smirked and giggled as she carefully placed her platinum locs into a ponytail. Winston looked down and caught Yaa biting her bottom lip at the sight of her blessed boyfriend’s member finally being freed. Her breath hitched as it sprung up from its restraints. “Do you like what you see, my love?” Winston asked as he subconsciously stroked his member.

Seeing his massive hands grip his thick length did wonders for Yaa. She could have sworn she felt wetness puddle underneath her and onto the comforter. Tired of gazing at the brown dick with pre-cum seeping from the tight hole on top, of his overlapping tip, Yaa placed her hand on top of Winston and lowered her head taking his manhood in her mouth.

The first drop of saliva that made contact with his sensitive muscles immediately locked Winston up. Peering down at Yaa he watched her bob her head up and down as she took her time wrapping her lips around him. “—fuck, keep going.” He grumbled, as he timidly placed his large palm on top of her head.

Feeling his hand ruff up her dreads, Yaa felt him pull her head up off of her dick. Seeing the thin lines of his pre-cum attach to his tip and the inside of her mouth made her whimper at the sight. Wanting to put her mouth back on his redden tip, she started whining until she felt him lower her head back down. Continuing to bob on him like a candy apple, Yaa went back to work as she heard a faint, “Damn.” from above. Hearing that strained “damn” was all she needed to hear.

The further she went down his length, the more his hips began to buck. By the time she’d reached his base, he was bucking and cursing. Yaa smirked before she looked up to her man, dick in mouth like a popsicle on a hot Louisiana day, “Damn, Daddy. Where ya goin’? It’s almost like...” she began licking circles around and kissing his tip, “…like you’re running away from me. You running away from me?”,said as she licked the length and sucked with more suction on his tip. He struggled to form coherent sentences,”I’m not...running awAAAY...from you...DenAAaYE!” This nigga was lying. He never called her Denae unless he was either calling her full name or during sex. “Don’t lie to me, Chris.” She could sense that he was about to bust before he could. Suddenly, she was stopped.

Her head was quickly pulled away from his length only giving her a view of his pulsating head and bulging veins snaking around his dick. “—what are you doing?” She squeaked. Hearing the faint chuckling from above she sat up straight and looked up at his conniving face. “You really thought I was going to let you drink my cum while your on punishment? Tisk..” He stated, with his voice full of control and slyness. “—besides...” he said getting up and stalking towards his prey,”...I need to *mAkE YoU aPoLoGiZe*,remember?” She shook her head at his poor attempt at her Southern accent.

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The spurts of cum falling on the comforter was a sight to see just as much was hearing Winston’s groans as he released his heavy load. Sitting up on her elbows, Yaa watched her man finish before he flicked up his droopy eyelids sending her a threatening look causing a shiver to roll down her spine. It was in that moment that she knew she was officially fucked and that there would be no more teasing and playing around with him; only cumming and moaning would be allowed.

The two share a lustful, almost predatory gaze. Winston stalked towards her, flipping her on her stomach around like a neglected rag doll. His hand slapping down on her right cheek made Yaa quickly get into formation and get into the proper position.

Watching her scramble on the bed, Winston gripped his girth in his hand and tapped his bulky head in between the slit of her moist lips.

He watched in admiration at the sight of this beautiful woman’s body ink. Her lower back was blessed with a vibrant tattoo of Ma’at, the Egyptian goddess of truth, a tattoo he was just seeing for the first time. Her right shoulder blade kissed with a Basquiat crown. The side of her left boob was kissed with “lust” in Arabic. My God,she is a sight to behold, he thought to himself.

Without warning, he entered his full length into her warm opening. She shrieked in pleasure and pain, mostly pain. Still not use to his powerful strokes after her many orgasms, Yaa cried, “Slow down!” as Winston immediately thrusted into her at a fast pace. “Nah, I don’t want to hear that shit.” He commanded, as he snapped his pelvis creating the loud slap to erupt throughout the room.

Yaa shrieked as loud as she possibly could. If the neighbors weren’t already listening, now would be the perfect opportunity. “Apologize.” Winston commanded. The authority in his already baritone voice made Yaa’s pussy clench in arousal. She was now at the mercy of her man’s sexual control and she was unable to speak,partly from the shock of seeing this new man wrecking her shit from the back and also because she’d screamed most of her voice away.

Hearing her loud screams quickly turn into faint ones as Winston pounded into her juicy opening. “I’m not gonna repeat myself, apologize.” Winston demanded, as he slapped his hand on her ass leaving a outline of his palm. “I’m...so...soRRRRYYYYY....Da...DADDDYYYY!” Yaa attempted to say as he was hitting her spot with every stroke. “I don’t believe it, Pumpkin. What are so sorry for?” He asked while accenting every word with a stroke more aggressive than the last. Yaa’s eyes began to sting with tears as she struggled to keep herself together.

Not slowing down to give her time to comprehend her words, Winston continued to give her deep strokes hitting her g-spot everytime. “—nah, say it again.” Winston groaned, as he felt her wetness enclose around his dick. “I said that I’m sorry daddy!” Yaa exclaimed. Meanwhile, she felt her walls began to contract against her heavy length as Winston plowed into her core. Feeling her resume Yaa’s tears started clouding her eyes and blurring her vision.

“Tell Daddy what you’re sorry for.” Winston demanded as he picked her up. “What are you do—” Yaa’s question was interrupted with a sharp smack to her left cheek. “Nah,Pumpkin, shut your mouth. You don’t get to speak.” Yaa’s back made hard contact with the wall as Yaa tried to readjust herself on the wall.

Only having a few seconds to enjoy her precious walls, Yaa was suddenly filled back up with Winston’s girth. He was literally slamming his entire body weight into Yaa’s as he thrusted into her gushing hole. Pulling back out Winston caught a glimpse of his coated dick before he plunged back into Yaa’s opening.

Yaa was no more good. Her leg was trembling and her eyes were rolling to the back of her head. It was damn near impossible for Yaa to form words, yet alone coherent sentences. “Da...daddy...I—I’m sss...sor...ry...for...FUCK!” “For what, Pumpkin? Talk to Daddy.” “Fo...for...teasing you...all...this time...and...FUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!”, she was riding out nut #3, “...act...acting out...RIGHT TH—SHIIIIIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT! JUST LIKE THAT,DADDY!!!!”

Her sweat draped over her body like a coat as she desperately clawed at Winston’s back. “Daddy, I’m about to cum.” Yaa whispered in his ear. Her request goes unanswered. In a elevated state of pleasure, Winston subconsciously blocked out his other senses and focused on her nipple.

The stimulant became too much for Yaa as she felt her lower half pulsate and secrete. “Fuck, Winston!” She yelled, before tossing her head back abruptly hitting the wall.

Following closely behind Yaa the large man began to shoot his load deep within her cervix. “C’mon, Daddy. Just like that .”,she cooed in his ear as she gazed into his deep coffee orbs.

Feeling Winston fill her up until the brim, Yaa felt the dripping of their shared cum oozing out and around his thick length.

The room was filled with grunts and moans as they finally come down from their shared euphoria. They’d unlocked a new realm of bliss, something they'd never experienced with anyone else. Despite the aggressive nature of their sexual episode, this was lovemaking at its finest. They knew each other’s needs and satisfied them. Their souls became intertwined and their sexual energies were in tandem.

After getting herself together, Yaa got back in bed. As she stared at the ceiling, she sensed something was off. Off wasn’t necessarily bad; just different. They’d gone unprotected a handful of times, but she’d felt this indescribable sensation in her core.

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The darkness of the sky quickly transforming into light quickly woke Winston up as the chirping of the birds outside gave away the time of day. Seeing Yaa’s blonde dreads stuffed in his arms he watched the yellow sun rays cascade down on his love. Shifting her in his arms ,Winston seen her eyes flutter as they opened. Looking down at Yaa’s sleepy gaze he immediately knew something about her was different. Glancing at her face he knew there wasn’t a physical change, but perhaps a spiritual change that brewed overnight after their passionate lovemaking.

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[donghyuwus]

chenle | blackmail

pairing: chenle x gender neutral reader, with donghyuck as an annoying bitch

@dawnhoshi requested: 18 and 24 with Chenle, please?

genre: fluff 

prompt(s) used:

18. ‘your lips.. they taste like vanilla.’

24. 'i had this dream where you kissed me, and i kind of want to try it now.’

warnings: tiny bit of swearing

words: 1120

authors note: honestly idk what to think of this. one part of me likes it and the other is dissatisfied. all I can do is hope y’all like it and I hope you do

“What now, Chenle?” You had been trying to nap for almost an hour now but your best friend Chenle didn’t quite seem to understand that. Every 5 minutes he would knock on your door to ask you a stupid question or just stand there and simply say nothing. He was acting weird and it was driving you crazy.

Not only because he was disturbing your sleep but also because too much Chenle on a day wasn’t healthy for you. The reason behind that was that you liked him. A lot. Maybe too much to just see him as a friend. And it was driving you nuts because he didn’t see you that way and he simply continued being Chenle. He would cling around you, hug you if you were sad, come over with snacks, had sleepovers that turned out in you two talking and laughing for hours instead of sleeping, all those things which were so simple and normal, it all made it even more difficult for you.

But what could you do? Simply tell him to stop being your friend because you can’t control your dumb feelings? Tell him you like him and hope for the best and if not lose your best friend? You just decided to keep silent and hold all your feelings inside. But of course someone had to notice what was going on. And that person was famous for not keeping his mouth shut and basically you were doomed. Because Lee Donghyuck found out.

He had seen you staring at Chenle a bit too long and with a bit too noticeable heart-eyes. So he dragged you with him into a separate room with the most stupid smirk you had ever seen. And that’s when he asked it. ‘Do you like Chenle?’ Of course you weren’t stupid and played along with his game and answered with an: ‘Yes, I like Chenle.’ And that made his smirk only grow bigger but only to disappear right after when you added the second sentence. ‘As a friend.’ But Donghyuck being Donghyuck he didn’t give up and eventually somehow managed to get the real answer out of you and ever since he was walking around knowing your secret. It killed you. Donghyuck was a ticking time bomb. He could explode anytime and tell your secret.

However he told you he’d keep silent if you would tell it him yourself before the end of this week. At first you said no, but when Donghyuck walked up to Chenle with a bright smile telling him he had something to say you quickly ran up to him to cover his mouth and whisper some curse words in his ear before saying you would do it yourself.

Today was the last day of that week and you had no idea what to do or how to say it. Mentally you were already killing Donghyuck in more than 100 ways and it was the only things that seemed to calm you down.

“Y/n?” Your eyes shot open as you looked at Chenle who was now sitting on your bed, close to you. Apparently you had drifted of when Chenle didn’t answer your question again and he just stood there in the door opening. “Are you okay? You seem so off lately? Are you sick? Do I need to get you some medicines? I-“ You grabbed Chenle’s hand and he immediately shut his mouth as he stared at your hand that was holding his.

“Chenle I’m fine. I’m not sick. Just tired, that’s it.”

“Have you been tired this whole week?”

“I,,, no. It’s something else. Don’t worry about it okay.”

He nodded his head and you both fell silent. Honestly it was the perfect moment to tell him, since it was one of those rare occasions where you both were alone. However no matter how hard you searched for words to say, you came up with nothing.

“I need to tell you something.”

Your gaze shifted towards Chenle who never looked more nervous in his whole life. You smiled as you looked at his nervous face. “You know you can tell me anything right?” He coughed a bit and looked around the room before his eyes met yours again.

“So,, uh,, I had this dream,,,” You nodded for him to continue as you squeezed his hand, which you were still holding.

“What I want to say is, is that I had this dream where in you kissed me and I kind of want to try it now.” As soon as the words that he rambled way too quick but still noticeable for you to hear, he quickly shut his eyes real right, afraid of your reaction.

Talking about your reaction, you just laid there, with your eyes wide open just like your mouth. You looked like a confused fish and for a moment you forgot how to breathe. When you didn’t say anything and didn’t move either, Chenle quickly stood up. He mumbled an ‘I’m so sorry’ before legit running out the room.

When your stupid brain finally processed what happened and your lungs remembered they had to take in air, you stood up and ran out of the room. It wasn’t hard to find Chenle, he sat on the couch with his head in his hands rambling about how stupid and dumb he was. Slowly you walked up to him and quietly sat down beside him, before removing his hands from his head and instead placing your own there. Now he was the one being a dumb fish while staring at you.

“What are you-“

You didn’t let him finish and instead grabbed all the courage you had inside your body and pressed your lips against his soft ones. The kiss didn’t last long as you quickly pulled away because you were too shy and you had no idea how to kiss whatsoever. You looked down at your fingers, that you had already removed from his face, and hoped for the best. Suddenly you heard a giggle and you looked up only to see Chenle sitting there all happy.

“Your lips,, they taste like vanilla.”

You laughed at his statement but it quickly faded away when you heard someone clapping and giggling. When you turned your head to look at the one clapping, you noticed that it was no other than the one and only Lee Donghyuck.

“Happy now? I told her I like her.”

Confused you looked at Chenle who had just spoken before the puzzle pieces in your head finally fell into place. That bitch had also been blackmailing Chenle. With a smirk you stood up and wondered about which one of the 100 ways you had imagined, you would kill Donghyuck.