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give you my wild, give you a child | carmen 'carmy' berzatto x pregnant fem!reader oneshot
summary: your second trimester while pregnant with baby bear is way sexier than you expected.
warnings: smut, breeding kink, language, 18+ only, barely proofread.
word count: 3.7k
a/n: hi it's me with the second trimester sexapalooza smut i promised @starbritestarlite and @carmensberzattos. and with this new season, let me know if you want to be added to my carmy taglist!! i wrote this as a companion piece to the 'make my heart heart surrender' universe, specifically for the 'carmy as your baby daddy' headcanon/social media au series. anyways, i've been thoroughly enjoying season 2 and am sitting into the fact that i've created my own universe inside of their universe. god we love fanfic. anyways... this is nsfw so 18+ only.
Today 2:21 pm
Carmy “my baby daddy” Berzatto: On the way home for lunch.
You: Hurry, baby.
Carmy “my baby daddy” Berzatto: You good, sweet girl?
Your reply is almost instant, and Carmy wonders what could possibly come next as he sees the three dots appear below your message, indicating that you’re still typing.
It’s a link, his eyes widening as soon as it appears in his iMessage history with you.
You: Hottest Sex Positions For Pregnant Women | Cosmopolitan
Before he can notice that it feels ten degrees hotter in the room, that his face has turned cherry red, that his pants are beginning to feel unbearably tighter, he’s interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice.
“You good, chef?” Marcus asks, as he passes by, noticing the red tones that have risen to Carmy’s cheeks.
“Wh-, oh yeah!” Carmy answers, almost too quickly, as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t be doing.
Marcus shoots him a strange look, examining his boss’ face.
“Just uh… gotta go home for lunch.”
*
3:03 pm
“What took you so long?” you practically growl as soon as Carmy gets through the door.
He hasn’t even had a chance to close it properly before you’re on him like a moth to a flame. Dressed in the cutest pair of white shortalls, you’ve been working from home all day – or rather, mindlessly clicking through your e-mail while waiting for Carmy to come home all day, your mind preoccupied with the fact that Carmy hasn’t been home to give you exactly what you want.
What you need, may be the better description.
It’s as if the spirit of Eros himself has taken you over, unable to focus properly as your rapidly changing body needs is practically screaming out for one thing and one thing only:
To be properly and thoroughly fucked by the man that got you here in the first place.
“I-,” he begins, attempting to explain that he was running a little behind and got caught up giving feedback to one of his new line cooks before your mouth is on his in an all-consuming kiss.
Now that he’s here, you regret even asking him, careless for the why when it feels this good to have him pressed up against your body. Your lips are desperate, hungry, intense, as you tangle yourself into him. It’s as if you can finally relax, like you can finally take a breath, now that your husband is finally here.
He lets out a little groan of surprise against your mouth, as if you’ve charged towards him like the sexual equivalent of a tasmanian devil.
And in his defense, you have.
“Baby,” he whispers against your lips. “Should we-, can we even-, shouldn’t you be working?”
He’s not wrong.
You should be working.
But the unbelievable and insatiable need for sex – for sex with Carmy – is the only thing driving you these days, holding you hostage to its unbelievable and all-encompassing power. You’re like a woman possessed as you reluctantly pull away from him to put his mind at ease. Your lust-filled eyes look him over, his curls already wild from a long day at the restaurant, as you shake your head ‘no.’
“I finished all my work for the day and signed off early. Perks of being a start-up sellout,” your well-kissed lips inform him.
Carmy’s head spins in response to your answer.
Maybe it’s the prospect of the sex.
Maybe it’s the way it’s the way your mouth feels against him as you kiss down his jawline and his neck.
“Okay, but I gotta be back at the restaurant at 4:15,” he smiles in agreement, more than happy to oblige.
“That’s plenty of time,” you coo, nibbling on his earlobe.
This time it’s Carmy who initiates, using both of his hands to cradle your face before his mouth is over yours again. The kiss starts slowly this time as he inhales deeply, taking you in. You shift closer, pressing your slightly-rounder-these-days belly against his body once more. He moans, his hands immediately traveling down your body, to your hips as he breathes you in again, wanting nothing more than to stay like this with you forever. His touch ignites something in you and you allow yourself to surrender, lost in the feel of his hands against you. His hands are everywhere – your hips, traveling up your belly, dancing across your fuller-than-normal breasts – and finally the drawn-out unrest of your mind can finally find peace.
He’s starting to get used to this.
And he’ll admit that he really, really likes it.
Carmy changes positions with you so that he can press you up against the front door as you continue your passionate makeout.
Your first trimester had been hell – mornings spent on the bathroom floor together while you hurled the contents of your stomach into the toilet, days where you barely had the energy to get out of bed, nights where you were too hot to sleep that all you could do was lay on the cold tile of the bathroom floor, frustrated tears pouring out of the corners of your eyes – your body undergoing the hardest reset of your life.
So when the fog and tumultuousness of your first trimester subsided, it was a more than welcomed change – and in so many ways. You’ve traded mornings of flat ginger ale, saltines, and sympathetic back rubs, with mornings spent tugging on Carmy’s perfect curls while you cried out his name.
“You smell like sandwiches,” you giggle in between kisses.
“Ah shit. I should shower,” he sighs, reluctantly.
He knows your sense of smell has been heightened lately, and he can’t imagine that smelling like a spicy Italian sandwich would be much of a turn on for you. He begins to pull away, but there’s now way in hell you’re letting him go as you grab his hands in yours.
"No, Carmy, I can't wait,” you whine, the sound of your voice the most needy, beautiful thing Carmy’s ever heard in his life.
“You could join me,” he offers with a raise of an eyebrow, presenting a solution you can absolutely get behind.
“Uh huh. Yes please,” you nod eagerly, a girlishness to the way you answer him.
Please.
Your usage of the word’s got him harder than a rock and he loves this side of you. Your sex life had been great before the pregnancy, but there’s something different about it now. Something about how needy you’ve been – the only thing that can possibly quell the fire inside of you being him – has him unraveling at the seams.
How could he possibly say no when he’s more than eager to give you exactly (and then some, if it’s up to him) what you want?
Your fingers are still tangled in his, licking your lips as you add, “My baby daddy thinks of everything.”
Carmy shakes his head, tugging at your hands as he leads you towards the bathroom, mentioning that he still can’t get over the fact that you’ve chosen to call him that in front of everyone you’ve ever known. You remind him that it’s cute, and though he’s not sure he gets it, he lets you do it anyway because it makes you happy.
As you both reach the bathroom, you patiently wait as Carmy turns on the shower, running a hand through the stream of water to check the temperature. One minute he’s focused on the cool water coming down from the showerhead, and then next he’s caging you in between his body and the bathroom sink.
“You miss me this much, pretty girl?” he murmurs dreamily, his hand trailing up your inner thigh.
You nod, taking note of how perfectly his top lip fits in between yours.
“Yes, baby. Thanks for coming home for lunch,” you manage to get out, in between desperate kisses.
“No need to thank me,” he smirks, a newly-found confidence in his voice.
His hands are tugging at the hem of your shorts, as if he could slide the overalls down your body this way, a small pang of frustration welling deep in his stomach as he realizes that’s not going to happen. He kisses you with a fervor that makes you dizzy, as Carmy fumbles with the straps of your overalls. Trying his best to unclasp one side, he tosses the strap over your back, a clang sounding out within the four walls of the small room as the metal of the claps hits the porcelain of the sink.
Carmy lets out a groan as he tugs at the second strap, causing you to giggle.
“These stupid things,” he huffs, a look of embarrassment running through his brilliant blues.
“Here, baby,” you say, slipping one of your arms out of the tangled strap.
He groans as soon as his eyes meet yours again, more than happy to help you out of these damn things.
He pulls the overalls down with a rigor that stops right as the overalls drop to your waist, revealing your white tank top – one that you’re not wearing a bra underneath.
“Sweetheart,” he groans, his hands ghosting over where your nipples stand erect against the fullness of your breasts.
“You been like this all day?” he mutters against your skin, leaning down to drag his mouth over your still-clothed breasts.
“Mmmmhm. Needed you,” you moan, your eyes closing as you lose yourself in the pleasure he’s giving you.
He’s so incredibly hard right now it’s not even funny.
“Yeah?”
By the time you open your eyes again, Carmy’s on his knees, so gentle, so tender with the way he slides the rest of the piece of clothing over the bump that’s been growing inside of your belly.
“Yeah,” you confirm.
You shimmy out of your overalls as Carmy jumps back to his feet, removing your tank so that the only thing you have left is the pair of panties you’re still wearing. Before he can kiss you again, you’re tugging off his shirt, a sacrifice, an offering to the bathroom floor.
“Should be warm enough, yeah?” you ask, gesturing towards the shower.
“Yeah,” he agrees with a nod, removing his shorts.
You feel all the blood in your body rush south as you see how hard he is already, swallowing hard. Carmy helps you into the shower, like the gentlemen he is, and you hope that’s where the gentleness ends.
Before you can say anything else, he’s pulling you towards him, wrapping one of your legs around his waist as the warm water begins to wash over the both of you.
“I’m so sorry, pretty girl,” he hums as his nimble fingers slip between your legs. He groans as soon as he feels how goddamn wet you are.
“Fuck, honey.”
“See? I told you I needed you, Carm,” you pant, letting out a high keening moan as he draws lazy circles around your clit. You’re already bucking your hips into his hand and he’s barely started touching you.
"You're so sensitive. So responsive, sweet girl,” he teases you, as he drags his fingers through your folds. You are so unbelievably wet that he’s not sure how he managed to get so damn lucky.
"I just want you to fuck me, Carm. I’ve needed it all day. I need you to make me feel good," you beg, completely lost in the way his fingers feel as he slides two into you already.
It’s like his touch sets fireworks off in your brain, setting your nerves on fire as you cry out.
"Yeah?” he taunts you, an almost amused tone in his voice as he sets the slowest rhythm. “Think that’s how we got here in the first place, pretty girl.”
"I know,” you whimper, moving your hips against his fingers for any kind of friction. For something more. For something faster. For something deeper. But at this rate, with how much he seems to enjoy teasing you, with how horny you are, you’ll take anything.
“But nothing feels as good as you, Carm.”
Your words go straight to his dick and he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to leave you alone ever again – might as well quit his day job in exchange for this all-day never-ending second trimester sexapalooza you both seem to be caught inside of.
He’s practically choking on his words as he manages to ask you:
"What’s that, baby? Did you touch yourself while I was gone?"
You nod pathetically, moaning as he buries his thick fingers deep inside of you. He pauses, feeling the way your walls pulse around him as he stays inside of you, wanting to memorize this moment forever.
In any other circumstance, he’d make you fall apart on his fingers, and then his tongue before you even went there, but with your recent admission, he’s decided that he has to have you now. In one swift motion, Carmy pulls his fingers from you, releasing his grip on your leg, eliciting a whine at the loss of him.
Before you can even protest, he’s turning you around in the shower, and you can feel his hard-on pressing against your backside as he pulls you close.
“Sweetheart, you can’t just say things like this,” he taunts you, playfully, as he drags his cock through your folds a few times.
“Carm,” you whimper, bracing your hands against the shower wall. “Don’t tease.”
“What’s that?” he coos, pressing his thick tip against your clit.
“I don’t think I can take it. Please, baby,” you whine, so desperate for him to be inside of you. You push your ass back against him, offering your body to him for the taking.
“Fuck!” he grunts out, because he just can’t resist you like this.
You let out a sharp cry, as Carmy pushes himself inside of you, finally giving the thing you’ve wanted all day long.
Carmy sets a slow pace at first, burying himself all the way to the hilt, so that you can feel all of him – every single ridge, every single vein of his cock with each thrust – and with how sensitive, how turned on you are, you’re already seeing stars. His hands hold onto your waist, controlling the speed of your lovemaking, as you press your hands against the shower wall, bracing yourself. You want him everywhere, all around you, consuming you with every fiber of his being, as if all you can do is hold yourself up and let him know how good he’s making you feel.
Carmy’s lips are on your neck, leaving love bites across your shoulders, murmuring sweet nothings about how well you take him and how good you feel. And then he’s speeding up the pace of each thrust, pulling you back towards him. His hands are all over you: pressing you back against his chest, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples as he takes care of you.
His wife.
The mother of his child.
The love of his life.
You turn your head just enough so that you can kiss him as Carmy’s hand reaches up to cup your face, making sure that he can kiss you properly too. This time you’re standing up taller, grinding against him, wanting to touch your husband more than you need to hold yourself up against the wall. Your hand slips behind you, grabbing at whatever parts of him that you can, bracing yourself against him, as if you could get Carmy even closer to you, while the other is guiding his across your body, your fingers tangled together.
He’s perfect.
This is perfect.
It’s what you’ve been aching for all damn day.
“I need you, Carm,” you moan into his mouth, as the consistent feel of him thrusting in and out of you has you delirious.
"You have all of me, baby,” he reassures you in the tenderest tone of voice he can muster, his other hand resting just underneath your breasts as he fucks you.
"More."
"More?"
He’s not sure what ‘more’ could mean at this moment, but the dirty talk is so hot that he’s more than willing to find out. He slows down his pace, dragging his cock in and out of you and the most delicious pace.
"Yes,” you pant, pulling away from the searing kiss, your head hanging low. Your hands return to the shower wall as you arch your back, bending at the hips so that you can take him deeper as you add:
“I want to make you a daddy."
His hips stutter for a second, caught off guard by what you’ve just said.
"You-you are, sweetheart,” he chuckles, slowing his pace down for a moment as he watches himself disappear inside of you over and over again.
“Carmy,” you groan, in response to his change pace.
You’re grinding your ass against him, begging him to speed up, but his hands return to your hips, stopping you.
The sight alone, and what you’ve just said, he thinks to himself, might kill him.
You whine as Carmy brings his movements to a halt, trying to get him to fuck you again. But he can’t let what you’ve just said go unrecognized as he stills your hips.
"What was that? You like walking around like this, hmm? Everyone knowing what I've done to you?" he asks you, holding your hips so that you can’t move.
You’ll give him anything to get what you want.
Even if it means saying it again.
“Yes, baby,” you sigh, and Carmy lets out another moan as you squeeze around him.
“I want to make you a daddy. Just fuck me. Please.”
“Oh fuck,” Carmy mutters, knowing he’s not going to last much longer if you keep that up.
He pulls out of you, and before you can protest, he’s slamming back into you in a way that makes you sob. He sets a brilliant pace this time, and you're arching your back, pressing your hands against the wall even harder – and all you can do, all you want to do, is take it. Hearing you chant his name over and over takes over him. He’s a man determined, with a single-minded focus on giving you exactly what you want.
He’s reduced you to a moaning, mumbling mess, as you chase both of your orgasms.
“Touch me, Carmy,” escapes your lips, and he’s more than happy to oblige, his fingers immediately coming to your clit.
He’s so goddamn talented, using his cock and his hands to make you fall apart.
You feel a familiar coil in your belly, and with the way you’re squeezing around him, Carmy can tell your close.
“Come on, sweet girl. Go ahead and let go for me,” his voice sturdy, confident, strong.
And seconds later, your eyes slam shut as you’re crying out his name, falling over the edge as your husband pulls the most delicious orgasm from your body.
“That’s it, sweetheart. That’s it.”
He’s right behind you – literally and figuratively – as Carmy’s thrusts become more erratic, finally letting go after exercising an impossible level of self control. He spills inside of you with a grunt, holding you against him as he pauses.
Breathless, you throw your head back, grateful that his shoulder is there to catch you. With the slightest turn of your head, you’re able to kiss him, placing the gentlest kiss against the corner of his mouth before Carmy’s hand comes up to lift your chin towards him again, so that he can kiss you properly.
“Holy shit, Bear,” you sigh, a sense of relief washing over you.
“Yeah,” he pants, trying to catch his breath with you.
You both take a beat, a moment to let your brains catch up with your bodies, just holding onto each other – savoring the way it feels to be in each others’ arms.
“I should uh… I should probably still shower,” Carmy starts, beginning to come back down to earth.
You turn back towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck, entertaining him with slow, lazy kisses in between words.
“But why don’t you dry off and get into bed?” Carmy suggests, using a quiet yet direct tone, almost as if it’s an order.
It’s as if he knows that, though the last orgasm he’d just given you had been world-rocking, there’s no way in hell you’ll be satiated today with just one.
“Really?” you ask, hopefully with a giggle.
“Yeah,” he nods.
“Heard, chef,” you tease him, eliciting a playful eye roll from him.
He releases you, giving you the time and space to wring out your hair and step out of the shower.
And as you do what he says, he rewards you for it, spending the rest of the afternoon with his face buried between your legs until he’s ready to go again.
*
“And we’ve got a special tonight. Lemon chicken piccata. We’re talkin’ major Berzatto family recipe, ok? So let’s make sure we’re talkin’ up, alright?” Richie announces, following it up with a reminder to all of his servers of the main talking point during tonight’s pre-shift meeting.
Carmy thinks he’s been stealthy as he attempts to sneak back into the restaurant, considering he’s thirty minutes late. He feels lucky that since everyone is preoccupied with the pre-shift meeting that they couldn’t possibly notice him slipping in this late. He hears the meeting end, making a mental note that tonight’s mise has been done right, praying that tonight’s service goes smoothly.
He has, afterall, been using up a lot of extra energy lately….
“Hey, Jeffrey. We were wondering when you’d be in tonight,” Tina comments, as she returns to the kitchen, ready to lead service tonight.
“Oh uh, yeah. Sorry, got caught up with some stuff,” he mumbles, avoiding her gaze as he doesn’t have an excuse or a cover story.
“Mmmhhhmmmm,” she sounds, passing him by, because it’s no secret what Carmen Berzatto’s been up to lately.
“Yo, cousin!” Carmy calls out, in search of Richie.
Carmy makes his way into the dining room, and as soon as Richie sees him, knowing what time it is – knowing that Carmy’s running late – he smirks. A blush runs over Carmy’s cheeks as Richie shakes his head with a laugh.
It’s as if Richie can see right through him, and suddenly, Carmy’s feeling incredibly exposed.
Richie wags a finger at his cousin, his laugh beginning to build.
“Ahhhh man, cousin,” he sighs, an amused look on his face as he continues. “No one warned ya, huh?”
“I-,” Carmy starts, searching for any and all excuses he could make up on the spot, to no avail.
“Men can’t resist a pregnant woman. Sheesh. Enjoy it while you can, jagoff.”
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the new girl
words: 400
warnings: 18+ only, not really smut but mentions of sex
“damn, who is that?” kelce says, taking a swig of beer as his eyes track your every movement, pushing through a group of people at the party to reach your friends.
“new girl, just moved here a couple months ago. i think her name is y/n.” topper replies, smirking as you bend down, picking up something you’ve dropped. your dress is short, causing the bottom of your ass to be revealed, and the baby blue panties you’re wearing. what they can’t see is the name written out in little gems on the front, spelling out none other than the man sitting next to them.
rafe grunts at all his friends drooling over his woman, whether or not anyone knows you’re his.
you turn towards the group, feeling all of their eyes on you. you give a quick wave to rafe, causing you boobs to bounce, generous amounts of cleavage revealed by your tight dress.
“you fucking know her?” topper asks, turning to watch rafe give you a wave back.
“of course.” rafe smirks, finishing off his beer.
“dressing all in white as if she’s a fucking virgin angel, look at that rack.” kelce says.
“don’t disrespect the lady.” rafe says, despite spending all of last night disrespecting you by fucking you in every position he could think of. he can still picture the way his cum dripped out of your pussy.
“disrespect?” kecle scoffs. “since when do you care about being disrespectful you manwhore?”
“not like that anymore. i’m grown.” rafe says, expression serious, wishing that they would stop oogling you. his wish is granted as you walk inside of the house, disappearing from their line of sight.
topper and kelce pick up on rafes bad mood, but it’s not unusual for him to get pissy for no reason, so they don’t connect the dots. it’s not that your relationship with rafe is secret for any reason, you just want to get some time to adjust to the island before revealing you’re shacking up with the kook prince.
“brought you another beer.” you appear suddenly in front of rafe, snapping him out of his haze. you hand it to him with a smile.
“thanks, baby.” rafe says, arm wrapping around your hip and pulling you onto his lap.
you give him a questioning look, wondering what the sudden display of affection means, but rafe kisses that look off your face quickly, dragging his lips over yours.
“what was that about?” you whisper against rafe’s lips.
“tired of everyone drooling over you when you’re mine.” rafe says. you glance over at kelce and topper, staring at the scene next to them with wide eyes. you giggle and give them a wave.
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COFFEE SHOP COP | Javier Peña x Younger!Reader
Request: @brekkers-desigirl says - hey i love your work~ i saw that you're taking requests for characters, congratulations by the way<33 and i was wondering if i could have some javier pena fluff? where steve notices that javi is going out a lot and suspects that hes visiting the brothels but in reality hes meeting the reader, who is maybe a university student and cant be seen with javi, so they meet in secret? just like pure fluff please
thank you so much<33 and congrats on almost 1k again!!!
description: Steve is suspicious of Javi when there’s talks of a mole in the embassy. But when he follow him to coffee shop, he’s in for a surprise.
word count: 1.1k
trigger warnings: age gap? Reader is getting a doctorate. Talk of dissection.
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Call it part of the job but Steve Murphy was an observant man. Perhaps he was overly suspicious with the amount of leads going dry as soon as they got close, Carillo had put it in his head that there were talks of a Narco Mole in headquarters, had his head spinning for days after he’d heard the news. But surely not Javi? It couldn’t be Javi.
Javi, who had saved his life more times than he could count, who would give his all for his job and asked nothing in return, who had broken bread with his wife, had watched his baby as if she were his own. It couldn’t be Javi.
But how could he explain his odd behaviour?
Peña had been clocking out on the dot for the past three weeks. Not that he held it against the man, except the two workaholics were known for working long hours past what was on their time cards in the interest of cracking the Narco rats sooner. He was usually given a little excuse of he had to call his father or he wanted to grab coffee on his way home before the shop shut. Even his betta fish needed feeding at a very specific time, that one had Steve frowning at least.
This man was a DEA agent and the best lie he could come up with was about betta fish? If that was the case, Colombia was fucked. But on the day he seemed to have a hankering for coffee the fourth night in a row, Steve had decided enough was enough. Slipping his card into the machine to clock himself out of work not even a whole five minutes after Javi left, he trailed after the man down to the parking lot, being sure to hold back a good few paces. Javi would know if he was being followed.
It wasn’t until he’d followed his truck downtown to a coffee shop that the ridiculous nature of what he was doing hit Steve like, well, Javi’s truck. Of course Javi wouldn’t be the mole, Javi would never. Besides, if the best he could come up with was fish then any real secrets surely would have poured out of him by now. Yet here he was, stalking his own best friend as he waltzed out the side of his truck like a boy on christmas.
He felt like an idiot.
Still unable to admit defeat, he pulled up onto the curb a few spaces down, heading out his car and after the man, ready to catch him in the act. Act of what exactly, though? Purchasing a cappuccino? What a crime.
The suspicion was knocked clear out of him however when he saw Javi walk up to a young woman, glasses perched on her nose. He was floored when he watched Javi cup her jaw gently, their lips meeting in a quick but loving kiss before he took a seat opposite her.
His first thought was she was one of his girls from the brothels, except he was quick to notice the textbooks and papers surrounding her, the way her fingernails were stained with ink. She was young, younger than Javi by a decade at least, but it wasn’t until he read the front of the book he felt at least some reprieve from the shock that must have been written on his face, Forensic Medicine and Toxicology, Higher Edition. Doctorate, she was getting her doctorate in medicine.
Smirking to himself that he’d caught Javi in his best kept secret yet, he returned back to his car to see his wife and daughter early for once.
“Long day, baby?” Javi asked, sipping on the edge of his coffee that had started to go lukewarm, despite him bolting his way over here to see you longer. You tucked your hair behind your ear, dog earring the page in your book you were working on, taking the small, china cup in your own hands.
“Had labs to do all morning, and my professor’s been getting on my ass about references.” You sighed, reaching out to squeeze his free hand with your warm fingertips, “I missed you. How was work?”
Javi’s eyes glistened with softness as he watched you, the paper cuts in between your fingers, hair messed from where you’d brushed it away from your face so often. He seemed to snap out of it when he saw you were waiting for a response, shrugging his shoulders a twitch.
“Still just chasing leads- nothing for you to worry about,” He said, bringing your hand up for a peck on your knuckles. Your face heated, his umber eyes following your smile as it settled between your cheeks, “I missed you too. You got classes tomorrow?”
Nodding, you took another sip of your drink, finishing the cup of black liquid, the only thing getting you through this semester. That and Javi ofcourse.
“Got a double lecture in the morning, and then more practicals mid day I gotta prep for,” You said, packing up your books into your bag.
“Nice Lab assistant or mean one?” He asked, taking your bag strap from you almost immediately. He never let you carry your books where he could help with it, the thought of you dragging them around with you in the day was bad enough as it was but seeing you lug around the five, fist width textbooks made his eyes twitch in upset.
“Thanks, honey,” You said, heading out of the coffee shop towards his truck, the passenger seat reserved for you as far as he was concerned, “Mean one. Though, I don’t think I’ll be much more pleasant considering were gonna be harvesting Liver, Spleen and Urine to test for signs of Arsenic,”
Javi grimaced, opening the door for you, helping you step inside with a little pat on your thigh. Gently putting your bag in your lap, he snuck in a quick kiss to your cheek before he shut the door behind you and headed towards the drivers side.
“What’s that face for?” You giggled, your own hand coming out to rest on his jeaned leg as he pulled out of the parking lot.
“It’s a lot of dirty work, your degree,” He said, though his eyes kept flicking back to you from the road, “Not that I don’t think your capable, I just hate to think of you around so much…”
“Blood?” You helped out, and he nodded back, “Javi, I’m fine. The blood is only like half of what I do anyway, it’s the maths that gets messiest,”
Javi shook his, a wry smile on his face as he grabbed your hand in his own, giving your fingertips another kiss.
“You’d give some of the boys at the station a run for their money, sweetheart,”
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Maybe the tests aren't quite right:
Miguel O’Hara!soft x reader
You and Miguel have had the best relationship for over 5 years and even when you got married, you had a wonderful wedding at the headquarters of the Spider Society. Your life was undoubtedly perfect, with the two of you living together in a house that he bought in your universe
"Is everything alright, mi amor? Please tell me that the pregnancy test came out positive"
He asked you excitedly from the other side of the door, as he truly wanted to start a family with you.
You really wanted the test to be positive too, so when you take the test, your hand is shaking. When you look at it it's negative
« uh it's-it's negative sorry... »
"Oh... It's ok. You were probably just too stressed out by the wedding and work. That's why I always tell you to relax, mi amor. We weren't planning on having a baby until next year anyways. Come on, come here"
Miguel was comforting without knowing how much you really were looking forward to having a baby with him.
You were in Miguel arms crying.
« I really true that it’s gonna be positive I was so sure ! »
"Mi amor, it will eventually. Just have faith and everything will be okay."
Miguel hugged you tighter and stroked your hair as you kept crying in his arms
"Trust me."
Few weeks later your health wasn’t better. Deep inside you, you were sure to be pregnant. Miguel could see you were getting a bit nauseous and tired. He suspected that you might have finally gotten pregnant and started planning in his mind the things he would do for you as you were carrying his child.
In Saturday morning you wake-up suddenly with nausea.
"My love, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
Miguel asked you as he woke up with you in his arms, trying to make sure you weren't feeling too sick.
« I need-I need to… » you put your hand on your mouth and run to the bathroom to vomit.
"Mi amor..."
Miguel ran to the bathroom and hugged you as you vomited into the toilet
"Don't worry, this is normal when a woman is pregnant. I read the symptoms online"
« But-but I m not pregnant… »
Miguel smiled at you trying to reassure you while rubbing your back
"Are you positive that you're not pregnant? Maybe it's just morning sickness and nothing more."
« But I did the test ! »
Miguel stayed silent for a moment.
"It's probably just morning sickness then, don't worry"
He kissed your forehead trying to calm you down, but in his mind he was trying to connect the dots with the symptoms and your vomiting.
« Maybe I should go to the doctor no ? »
"Yeah, let's go see a doctor just in case. Your symptoms are still showing even if your pregnancy test is negative."
Miguel got himself dressed and then took you to the hospital so you could be checked by a doctor.
In the hospital, Miguel helped you fill out the forms for the doctor when a nurse came in and called your name
"Your turn, Mrs. Ohara"
The nurse led you to an examination room where the doctor was waiting. Miguel followed you and sat beside you as the doctor started examining you.
You were lying on the table « so what is it doc ? » you were really stress.
The doctor got up and checked his notes on a notebook, then he started talking you and Miguel
"After running a few tests, including blood and urine test, the results indicate that you are in fact pregnant. You must be around 3 weeks now if my assumption is correct."
« I-i m pregnant ! » you look at Miguel « I m pregnant »
"I guess those pregnancy test are wrong after all, my love."
Miguel smiled at you and caressed your cheek to show his affection. He also put his arm around you, to show that he would be there for you and support you for the whole pregnancy.
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Precious Possessions Chapter 8: Here Regardless of the Pain
Pairing: Dave York X F! Reader (Original Female Character)
Rating: E is for Explicit - 18+ only 🔞MDNI🔞
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Word count: 4270
Summary: You and Dave settle yourselves into a natural rhythm again, accepting and needy of the darkness that reside in each of you. Will this season of pleasure last?
Warning: Oral (female receiving) Overstimulation, Female edging, infidelity, unprotected PiV sex---be smart in real life, wrap it up and all that jazz, cream pie, ANGST, ANGST, ANGST. I think that just about covers it. Once again please DNI if you are not 18 and over. Also not beta'd, so all errors are my own. Please be kind.
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Chapter 8: Here Regardless of the Pain
Another intense mission warranted two things: an intense evening of fucking, followed by an intense need for rest. You and Dave could live off the adrenaline after each completed mission; your hands and bodies shaking, blood running a race through every vein begging for release and respite that could only be satisfied through the union of your bodies. All that was the two of you dissolved into a tumbling mess of sex, sweat, and sleep.
This morning, the fresh salt air floated in with the breeze, gently sweeping along your tresses and over every inch of skin not covered by a cascade of soft bed sheets. The constant melody of the waves along the Dubrovnik beaches right outside the bedroom window acted as sedative, coaxing you to keep your eyes closed and sleep in just a little longer. As you began to drift back into a deeper sleep you felt the mattress take a dip between your calves. The delicate softness of the bed sheets began to melt away from your body as you felt a pair of strong hands gently beginning to massage their way up your legs, starting at your ankles. Held in sleep’s embrace you began to stir as you felt a warm breath close to your center. The feeling of a hot, wet kiss had you bucking your hips upward with a soft whimper, growing louder with each dip, lick, and suck at your clit.
Sleep was not part of the morning plans that Dave had for you.
You lifted your head to make sure this wasn’t all just a wonderful dream. Easing your worries, you saw Dave's head buried in your pussy. Feeling you stir beneath him, he looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours with a deep, animalistic hunger. His tongue pushed deeper into you, rolling in the deepest parts of your folds.
“Ahh Dave,” you whimpered, clutching at the sheets as you pushed your hips further towards his face.
A deep vibration reverberated around your core as he tasted every bit of you. His nose pressed against your mound as he flicked his tongue against your clit, willing you more and more sensitive beneath each slow, wanton swirl. It felt like your heart was about to burst as he latched onto your clit and devoured you as though he found ambrosia in a desert.
“Oh god, fuck,” you moaned and writhed beneath his touch, against every savoring taste he took from you. “Ah fuck---so good, baby.”
“You taste so good,” he hushed with a velvet timbre.
The shrill and incessant ringing of his phone intruded on your morning bliss. You moaned louder to drown it out, not caring if any early risers could hear your ecstasy through the open window. The abrupt movement of his mouth away from your cunt left you in a mess of whimpers and disappointment. He moved with a presence so commanding that it was impossible to take your eyes off his naked body. Your eyes followed his broad form as he swaggered off to grab his phone from the dresser across the bed. His cock grew hard, bouncing upward in want for you.
“Maybe…” you pleaded through desperate breaths, “maybe don’t answer it?”
“Where would be the fun in that?” he replied, as he returned to sit next to you on the bed, your bare thighs touching one another.
You placed a hand to your forehead in exasperation, knowing the gesture was dramatic but somehow appropriate.
Who the fuck could be calling this early in the morning?
“Hey, Carol?” You immediately propped yourself up by the elbows at the utterance of the name. “What are you doing up so late?”
Resting your leg over his, you opened them wide for him as his hand began to caress up and down the expanse of your soft inner thigh.
“Oh, couldn’t sleep, huh? I’m so sorry about that, honey,” he replied to that woman, his wife, in the strangest, most inauthentically saccharine tone.
“Oh---me? Just having some breakfast.”
His brow lowered with a smirk and his gaze on you deepened as his hand crept closer to your center. Fresh Adriatic air filled your lungs as his long fingers began massaging the outer folds of your throbbing pussy. He began gently at first, rubbing his hands up and down from your opening to your mound and back again. Between “yeah, I miss you too” and “sounds like you had a productive day” you couldn’t bring your focus to anything but the pleasure his hand was bringing to you. Not that anything she had to say would be anything remotely interesting.
He rubbed his thumb at your clit and your hips rose to feel more of his touch. His touch became firmer as he swirled the thick pad of his thumb around the sensitive bundle of nerves on your clit. You lifted the back of your hand to your mouth, stifling the moans that tiptoed at the banks of your lips. The twinkle in his eye and devilish grin only made you more desperate for anything he would give you.
A slow push of two thick fingers into the depths of you had you biting at the back of your hand. The thought had crossed your mind to let out the loudest scream, not caring who heard you least of all Carol. His dialogue with her seemed like a distant dream as he pumped his fingers in and out, in and out, in and out, soaking them with your sex. The pace he set inside you intensified while he licked his lips and feasted on the vision of your writhing naked body, all the while keeping his voice even and unbothered. With a perfectly timed curly of his fingers, you arched your back from the bed, burying your face in the pillow to drown out the moans that were starting to come from you. The delicious heat inside you were on the precipice of erupting. A disappointed gasp was all you could cry into your pillow as he cruelly pulled his fingers away from you.
“Oh, that?” Dave dismissed your desperation with a pitiful frown. “Must have been a shorebird; they can get loud.”
Turning your head back to him, you were able to muster a silent smile as you tried to catch your breath. He pressed his lips together to his fingers with a silent “shhhh.” He massaged his free hand along your tits, down your stomach, and back to your throbbing pussy. Like a virtuoso violinist, his fingers worked on the instrument of your pussy, sliding his fingers along your folds, pushing in, and pressing along each part of you. You were his own precious instrument that he knew as well as his own body. He played with each part of your body treating it like an extension of his own. The way his fingers dedicated themselves to you, your sex coating his fingers with each move, and your swollen pussy became a memory that imprinted on your brain. The throbbing and tingling began to build again as his fingers adored you and closed in on your apex of pleasure only to leave you writhing again as he left you teetering over the edge of an orgasm.
“Yeah, honey, but it’s just a matter of time before I get back,” he crooned more to you than to her as he shuddered under the wet touch of his fingers to your inner thighs.
Suddenly his posture tightened, his shoulders moving back though he left his hand on your thigh. He turned his face away from you slightly as he continued the conversation.
“Oh, Molly will have fun with that,” added, a genuine smile forming on his face and joyful twinkling shimmered in the corner of his eye. “Yeah, no, tell my Ali-girl I wouldn’t miss it…Daddy misses her too, all the way to the moon.”
He brushed back his hair with his hand, giving a quick glance back to you. You were lost in your bliss but not lost enough to notice the defense that emanated from his bones and how his shoulders closed in towards his chest, away from you. After a few more words to his wife, he turned back, kneading your thigh with his hand. The breaths of your voice started to rise again, as you wriggled desperately for release.
“Yeah, good night, honey,” he said quietly as his eyes shifted towards you, demanding your gaze, “love you too.”
In the quietest part of your imagination, those words weren’t left for his wife. Clinging onto your delusion, you believed that those words were for you. After he ended his phone call, he returned to finish his morning worship of your body.
“Please, Dave!” You cried, free to be as loud as you wanted, desperate for him to give you what he had been denying you this entire time. “I need---,”
“What, baby, what do you need?” Dave growled, the tips of his fingers just touching the outside of your folds.
“Need to come, Dave, please,” you begged as he brought his face close to yours, “please let me come.”
With his hand pressed on your mound, he nestled his nose into your hair, your neck, breathing you in until he was drunk with your scent.
With a small nip at your ear he whispered, “I love it when you beg.”
With that whisper, he pushed his fingers deep and furiously into you, curling at the most sensitive bundle of nerves. With a clawing grip, you grasped at his right arm, while your other rumpled a fistful of sheets tightly into your hand. The pressure and tightness built faster at the deepest part of your core faster than you could form any thoughts. The ministrations of his fingers were relentless in their adoration until you were finally trembling, shaking, screaming, crying, and coming all over his hand, all over the sheets. You cried out his name followed by a string of the uncontrolled notes of your desperate orgasm left your room to fill the seaside air.
Your chest was still hot and red and through giggles of uncontained ecstasy, you fought to regain control of your breath.
“Dave,” you gasped with a smile as he spread your legs wide and slapped his thick, hard cock against your still sensitive and throbbing pussy.
No further words were needed as he entered you with a long, low groan. You weren’t even sure what you were going to say, but in that perfect moment none of it mattered. Instead, you let him rock deeper into you. It would only be a matter of minutes before you were coming again, squeezing, choking his thick, throbbing cock as he thrust into you with urgency. The head of his cock was already throbbing and reaching deeper in you. The angle of his thrust was too much to contain, and your orgasm flooded around his cock, your body shaking as you cried out for him. His fingers dug deeply into your hips as he pounded into you, feeling his white, hot sex shoot into your pussy.
Your naked bodies rested in a meditation of gratitude for this worship. Lazily, you stumbled out of bed to clean yourself off in the bathroom. When you returned, Dave reached for you, pulling you back down to the bed with a fervent kiss. Nuzzling into him, your head resting on his chest to hear his heart beating to create a rhythm with distant ocean waves. As you tangled your legs with his he breathed in the scent of you, letting salt air carry you back to sleep.
***
You woke up after him having spent more than half the day in bed. The afternoon light painted the cool stone walls in the warmest shades of gold. The desire to get out of bed diminished every time you looked outside to see the ocean waves from the bedroom window. Gradually, your ears focused in on the muffled sounds of a conversation in the other room. Closing your eyes, you listened closely to the words being spoken.
“An archery challenge, huh?” Dave’s voice was more animated and happier than you’d ever heard. “And you got a bullseye?! That’s my Ali-girl!”
His laugh was boisterous, boastful, and hearty. The more you listened, the faster your heart thumped as though you were engaging in just another intelligence operation. Only this time it felt wrong, deceitful even, to be listening. Yet, you couldn’t tear yourself away.
“Knew you were a sharpshooter like your dad!”
You could hear the pride and love wrapping themselves around every word as he spoke to her.
“Miss you too, Al! One more sleep for you and I’ll be home!” He spoke. “Love you, kiddo.”
You quickly turned away and began to busy yourself, pulling on your underwear and t-shirt you found tossed on the floor by the bed. Dave footsteps approached, until he was pushing the door to the bedroom wide open. You quickly began folding your clothes, placing them in your suitcase as he walked in, tapping his cell phone in the palm of his hand.
“How much did you hear?” He asked in a measured and interrogative tone, one hand waving the phone back and forth, while the other found a place on his hip.
“What are you talking about?” you responded, placing clothes in your suitcase.
Dave let out a smirk and pushed his brows towards one another, lines of frustration forming across his forehead.
“You might be good at keeping stuff from other people,” Dave replied, also beginning to pack his suitcase, “but not from me.”
You kept your eyes on him as you both participated in an awkward, non-communicative dance. A cloud of unease hovered around the room as he kept his eyes on you. He wasn’t wrong.
“I’ve just…I rarely, if ever, hear you talk that way,” you confessed, your hands trembling in apprehension.
He stared back at you, one brow cocked as he slid the right side of jaw from side to side. The anger was well hidden in the invisible crevices of his vocal cords. His measured attempt at keeping it this way made you even more apprehensive about what he might say or what he might do.
“Family is off limits, Firefly,” he stated, eager to leave the conversation, but your incessant curiosity about this was getting the better of you.
“It’s…well it just that it sounds like Alice must be a pretty special girl,” you added, your eyebrows raised and hopeful that he might give you one little glimpse into something that he cared about in his life.
Dave nodded in acknowledgement as he crossed his arms over his chest. He placed one shirt into his suitcase before walking towards you and pulling you in with a long, cold stare. Unable to turn away, you stared back until he pulled you tightly to him and placed a strong hand firmly behind your neck.
“She is,” he stated plainly as he looked at both of your eyes and back down to your lips.
And with a long, firm, and hungry kiss you were silenced. He let go of you and gave you a firm slap on your ass, bringing a tingle sensation down to your core.
“Get dressed and finish packing,” he ordered before turning away from you. “We’re leaving soon.”
***
If you told a passerby that you lived two completely different lives, they would think you were insane or lying. At times, it almost didn’t seem real to you. One day you were flying to beautiful locations, running intelligence for Dave and his team, fucking in a luxurious apartment on the Adriatic coastline. The next day you found yourself home again in your cozy but modest town home where the closest body of water was the Potomac.
I love my job. You tried to convince yourself. I love my job.
It wasn’t a complete lie. You loved everything about researching and analyzing patterns related to defense intelligence. Since embarking on an additional more lucrative venture as part of Dave’s team, your daily tasks at work seemed even more mundane. The daily unsolicited and unwanted looks of pity cast a nagging shadow that followed wherever you went. You escaped their looks and the potential to engage you in conversation by focusing on your work.
Opening your calendar, you were reminded that you would not have to be at the office the following day. Tapping your fingers along your mouse, you looked more closely at the details.
Event: Defense Intelligence Agency Industry Day
Location: DIA HQ
Time: 09:30 - 11:30, EST
Your heart raced at the reminder. The terror and excitement flipped the inside of your stomach around and around. The danger in it shook you to your core. You should go, it’ll be good for you to get out of the office. It’ll be good for networking, good for your career. That’s what they told you. But you could also see Dave. You could see him, but there could be no interaction, no acknowledgement, no inkling that you knew each other, when you knew each other's bodies in the most intimate way…when you knew the darkest part of each other’s hearts. If asked him about you knew what he’d say. Don’t come. Too dangerous. People will suspect something.
***
The cold air greeted you as you walked towards the DIA headquarters’ entrance. The building stood like a mirage; each side of the building lined with rows upon rows of windows. Some attendees walked ahead, while others followed as you queued up to show your credentials to security. Your eyes scanned the open entryway on the off chance you spotted Dave sauntering around his office building.
The tour you gave yourself was limited as you searched for the restroom before making your way to the meeting room. Seeing a line already start to form, you sought help to find another less crowded bathroom. You followed a path to a quiet corridor far from the entrance. As you were finishing, you heard what sounded like a pair of footsteps bursting in. Alongside the young, sing-song voice of a child you heard the exasperated voice of her mother.
“Come on baby! Into the stall,” the woman’s voice was boisterous and nagging, as she ordered her daughter into an adjacent bathroom stall. “I’ve got to go back and get your sister.”
“Why didn’t you drop me off first?” a young girl’s voice rang out. “You and Molly are just staying at school anyway!!!”
A tightness instantly pinched at the space between your shoulders and your neck at the sound of the woman’s voice. A wave of sympathy for the child washed over you as you continued to hear her mother nag and nag and nag. You turned your thoughts to straightening out your beige colored shift dress. It hugged all your curves in the best way as was your intention. You’d be ready if Dave wanted throw, you on his desk and fuck you. A false hope. An unrealizable dream. The door to one of the bathrooms blasted open and closed just as quickly.
“ALICE!” You heard the girl’s mother call out with a firm voice as a small girl with shiny, long brown hair, and bangs straight across her forehead came skipping out.
Everything stopped at the name, and your eyes darted to the side to get a better look at the girl. She had a bright face and her eyes sparked with fierce independence.
“Can you help me reach the soap?” the girl asked, pointing to the soap dispenser that was placed inexplicably high on the wall.
“Oh sure,” you said, squeezing some out to place in her hand. “Here you go.”
The girl smiled, showing dimples on either side of the apple of her round and rosy cheeks. It struck you in that moment how much she looked like her dad.
“Honey, I told you: you can’t leave the bathroom without me!” Her mother huffed.
“But it’s safe mom!” Alice insisted as she looked towards you. “Could you hand me a paper towel, please?”
“Absolutely,” you replied. “She’s precocious, isn’t she?”
“Oh, you don’t know the half of it,” the woman said, pushing up the bell-shaped sleeves of her blush-colored sweater as she washed her hands. “She gets it from her dad, for better or for worse.”
With one last look in the mirror, you tried your best to smooth out the minor wrinkles on your navy-blue blazer. To an untrained eye you were merely making minor adjustments to your makeup and hair in the mirror. Yet reality revealed you to be taking stock of the woman’s reaction to you. You acted like strange pantomimes of each other: your eyes following her eyes following yours. They made a surreptitious attempt to look you up and down with the slightest of twitches at the corner of her lips.
“I’m sure it will serve her well in the future,” you offered with a smile.
Alice looked up at you, her head tilted in your direction while her eyes glimmered with curiosity.
“You’re really pretty!” she declared.
“Thanks!” you replied to Alice.
An involuntary laugh escaped like someone slapped on the back for the job well done.
“Do you have children, then?” she questioned you as the three of you left the restroom, the air suddenly becoming stifling and heavy.
Alice and the girl’s mother lingering alongside you. An invisible mist drifted through your brain as you tried to imagine yourself in her place. Could you do that? Could you be confined to that life? To do the boring stuff every day with Dave by your side and still think that it meant something.
“Oh no, I don’t know if that’s the life for me,” you murmured, as your gaze focused on Alice holding her mother’s hand.
The truth of it was there as you stared at that woman, his wife, caressing their daughter’s tiny knuckles with her thumb. The PTA mom, professional volunteer, and a homemaker.
No, no, and no. I could never be any of those things. I am not built for that. I will never be any of those things for him.
“I’m Carol by the way,” Alice’s mother said, holding her hand out for you to shake.
The strangeness of it all floated in your head as you took her hand and introduced yourself. It was like experiencing a surrealist painting for the first time: floating, melting, and upside down coming together in a way that was supposed to make sense, in a way that was supposed to be a revelation. Alice held out her hand to you with a boldness uncharacteristic of what you imagined from a child her age.
“My name is Alice!” she proclaimed confidently.
Her little fingers curled around your palm with a grip that was surprisingly firm. She shook it with such abandon that her arm moved up and down. Alarming and disarming were the dimples that appeared beyond the corners of her sweeping smile. The inner corners of your brows melted, and your lips extended into a smile to meet hers.
“Do you work here?” Carol asked brightly.
She must have no idea. You thought as you walked down the long, shiny hallway.
“Negative,” you replied, “I’m an industry analyst and I’m just here for the day.”
A quiet nod and a tight-lipped smile told you exactly how impressed she was with your career choice. Determined to keep you on your toes, Alice looked up at her mom and then at you as she grabbed your hand unexpectedly. She swung your arm and her mother’s with cheerful skips that lit up the bottom of her bright, yellow sneakers while giggles fluttered from her lips.
“Oh, don’t mind her,” Carol dismissed, “she just gets in these silly moods.”
“My daddy works here!”
Her voice lifted like sunshine through a cloud as she made her announcement.
“Speak of the devil!” Carol exclaimed, her voice projecting itself forward.
“DADDY!”
Thump. Thump. Thump. The blood crashed through the passage of your veins until the living warmth flooded your ears and face. With each continuous drumbeat of your heart, Alice ran to where her father stood like a lighthouse leading her to him on a misty morning. His wife followed closely behind to place a perfectly posed kiss lightly on his lips. Dave’s eyes met yours with barely a twitch of his eyebrow and only the tiniest purse of his lips, barely a hint of recognition as he swiftly lifted Alice into his arms. He pressed a deep smooch into the side of her little face as he turned to face his wife.
“Thanks for dropping her off, honey,” he said, balancing Alice on his arm. “Al, are you ready for the best ‘Bring Your Daughter to Work Day’ ever?!”
Her giggle chimed out in affirmation.
“I’ll be back at around 3:30 to pick her up,” she said with a wave, but not before turning back to you. “It was good to meet you! Have fun at your work thing today.”
“Looks like it’s just you and me, slick!” Dave remarked as he squeezed Alice tighter to him. “Prepare to be entertained!”
With just one slide of his heel, he turned and walked away. The remnants of their laughter trailed behind them, leaving you in the hallway in their wake. There you stood as a contemplative outsider with the image of the man you loved, with his family, imprinted in your brain.
This is what you never wanted.
This is what you would never have.
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A good "but" (Frank Woods x reader)
Summary: It's your birthday, but you're the one who will surprise Frank.
Note: It's my birthday, and while I promised myself to keep a break from writing fanfictions, I wanted to post something short. It's short, it's rushed, but it's 100% fluff.
Warnings: afab!reader, pregnancy
You were only a week away from your birthday when you found out you were pregnant. This was the perfect present, you were sure that nothing could top that. But the idea of seeing Frank’s reaction only made you more and more impatient as the days passed. As always, he would throw a party for you, inviting Alex and David to join your friends and family, but this year you would be the one surprising him.
He had been bugging you with the idea of having a child, going into details about how he wanted a girl he could spoil rotten. “But I’m not picky. I could teach a boy how to fight and shoot,” he would quickly add, causing you to roll your eyes at him.
Alex and David arrived in the morning because they were expected to stay for a few days after your birthday. Frank immediately took the Mason kid on a top secret mission, while Alex stayed behind to keep you occupied while he was gone. But you weren’t about to stay, no.
“We have a little mission of our own,” you informed Alex as you picked up your car keys. “Come on, we need to get back before them.”
The poor guy looked completely lost, but he didn’t object. You could tell from the way he kept glancing at you that he was dying to find out what was going on, so when you parked the car in front of a cake shop, you turned to him with a questioning look. If he asked, you would answer.
“Why are we here? I’m pretty sure Frank took care of the cake already,” he finally spoke up.
You smiled at him before signaling him to get out of the vehicle. He followed you inside the shop, watching as you asked for your cake with an intrigued look on his face. The woman behind the counter soon returned with a box, opening it the moment you nodded.
Alex took a step closer as he watched the cake. “Congrats, you’re gonna be a father,” he read out loud. His jaw dropped, and he slowly turned to look at you. “You mean—?” When you nodded, he pulled you into a tight hug.
“Congratulations,” the woman told Alex as she closed the cake box again.
The two of you immediately turned to her. “Oh, no, I’m not the father,” he was quick to clarify.
On the way home he couldn’t shut up about how happy Frank would be, how happy he was that his best friend would become a dad, and how he hoped he could be the godfather. By the time you stopped on the driveway, he had it all planned out. You would visit each other more frequently, and he and David would look out for your child until the two of you get some time to spend together.
You put the cake in Frank’s private fridge in the garage, hoping he wouldn’t look for anything there today. An hour later he and David returned, and the three men began to decorate the house even though you told them it wasn’t necessary. Your beloved boyfriend began to give you a long speech about how it was your day, how he wanted you to feel special. Because, as he said, you were special. In the end you just shrugged and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then went to the bedroom to lie down for a few minutes.
But you didn’t lie down. Instead you checked if the ultrasound picture was still there in your bag. Not much could be seen yet, there was nothing more but a small dot that, according to the doctor, was your baby. You couldn’t stop smiling while you were looking at it. Just thinking about Frank’s reaction was enough to make you feel happier than ever.
Once all of the guests arrived, Frank gathered everyone in the living room so they could listen to the speech he prepared. “Thank you for coming here today to celebrate this wonderful woman’s birthday. I wanted to say a few words before we all got a little too drunk to focus. I have known her for three years now, and she changed me for the better. At least that’s what Alex told me,” he added, grinning at his best friend. “But I think it’s time to make the next step in our relationship, this is why I want to ask you, honey, if you would marry me.”
Frank pulled out a ring from his pocket, then eagerly waited for your answer. You were speechless because this came out of the blue. Never before had you two discussed marriage, you didn’t think he even wanted to bother with a wedding, but now here he was, on his knee, looking at you with this loving look you simply couldn’t resist. “Yes!” you told him after little thinking. He put the ring on your finger before standing up to kiss you. “But,” you said when he let you go.
“No buts.”
“It’s a good but, trust me,” you assured him with a smile as you fished out the folded picture from your back pocket. As you gave it to Frank, you pointed at the little dot and went, “See this here? This is our child.”
The corners of his lip slowly curled into a smile as he looked up at you. “Is this real?” You nodded with a laugh. Frank suddenly picked you up and spinned you a little in celebration. “I love you, baby.”
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The guest PT 14
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A baby had been born, between you, Belle and Hetty you had performed a successful cesarean operation. Both mother and child living through it. A body had been brought in in Red's place allowing the mother and child to escape Gaines' clutches. The Captain, though suspicious, was placated by the Professor, drunk as he was, declaring the woman dead. Though it had been the body of Kit Wilderkins in truth. You and Belle had returned to Government house.
"Jack a word." Hetty called to the Doctor. He wandered over to her, every step filled with confidence.
"It's about y/n." She says. Jack understands and pulls Hetty aside.
"You need to know exactly what is happening. Y/n is not from here." Hetty began.
"I know, she's from a different world." Jack scoffed.
"Not just one, she is from all of them. My uncle adopted a girl that was just like y/n. There is a legend, one from Ireland, France, here all over the world there have been reports of people like her. They are called the fortellers. People who slide between worlds."
"oh."
"But it isn't good. Not for long, they need a tether, Jack. A real hold onto one world or they disappear."
"Does, does she know this?" He asks.
"Mostly."
"Mostly?"
"The tether, I think, I think you could be it for her. My uncle wrote about it, he said that Lulu was here strongest when her family truly wanted her to be. If you want her as much as you make it look like you do then you could make her stay."
Jack thinks for a moment.
"Hetty, why are you so good?" He looks into her eyes. "I have been so awful to you but you're still here helping me."
"Not just you. Y/n is a good person. She doesn't deserve to just drift away." She turned and left Jack alone. He sighed, his mind whirling with too many thoughts.
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"Thank you, Rotty."
"Thank you." Fagin and Jack spoke at the same time.
"So, our old Cheekybones did well." Fagin laughed.
" Yeah. She did, didn't she? Belle might make a great surgeon one day."
"And your Miss y/l/n, she did well." Jack's smile grew wide at Fagin's words, "Still, it's not really her world, is it? And you've got to remember, Dodge, hers isn't yours."
A dot of panic ran through Jack, wondering how much he knew about y/n.
A shadow outside caught his attention and he glanced outside, seeing you stood just outside. He got up bringing his cup with him.
"I must warn you I am a little bit drunk. In fact, I am approaching strutting pigeon." He smiled. You reach out and take the mug draining the liquid.
"So am I, now." You giggle. He takes a step closer to you.
"I've tried to stay away from you, but I need to tell you. I don't know everything, Jack. The show I didn't finish it and everything I knew has happened. I'm clueless about what happens to you now."
"Then we'll have to discover it together."
"I don't know how long I have left her." You admit.
"then we shouldn't waste it."
" It's hopeless, isn't it?" You say taking a final step and closing the space between your bodies.
"Oh I wouldn't say that." He brings his arms around you, brushing back the flyaway hairs around your face.
"I just want to feel you, at least once." Your whispered words were all Jack needed to hear. He pressed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. His lips were warm against yours. The hands that held onto you seemed to ground you. Made your body feel weight once more. Like you were finally, truly part of the world. Like being held against him was like an anchor holding a ship in place.
Neither of you noticed the man watching you, his dark eyes taking in every moment. You didn't notice him following you both as Jack walked you back to Government house, stopping occasionally to kiss you along the way.
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Up in the Sky / Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw
Summary: The first time Bradley Bradshaw saw his dad after his death.
Warnings: English is not my first language (so please be aware of mistakes) mention of death, mention of grief, mention of goose (yes that's a warning!), mention of crying baby Bradley (we are just incredibly sad in here, lets be honest) so if you need a good cry - be my guest
Length: 0,8k words
Pairing: Young!Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Carole Bradshaw, Goose and Mav are mentioned.
This is my very first post on Tumblr and as I said English is not my first language. So I would be incredibly happy if some of you could give me some feedback, and don’t be shy with your critic! Thanks in advance
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The first time Bradley Bradshaw has ever laid his eyes on that particular shiny dot up, up in the midnight sky, was at five years old.
It was a couple of months after his dad had passed away. Bradley and his mom were sitting on the cemetery in the cool Dawn breeze while Carole was drinking a glass of sweetly smelling red wine, which used to be Gooses favorite.
Visiting Nicks grave on every last Saturday of the month has become the new normal for the two remaining Bradshaw’s.
At first young Bradley wondered why his mom would not invite his Godfather Maverick, who has become a stable figure in both of their lives after his wingman’s passing, to their monthly gatherings.
Carole had simply shrugged her shoulders and offered her son a sad smile. ‘You know I love your uncle Pete’, she said when Bradley asked this question for the first time. ‘I really do. But I like to think that these meetings are just for the three of us. You, your dad, and I’.
The young boy frowned at her words. ‘But Daddy isn’t here’, he whined, feeling hot tears building in his big brown eyes. To his surprise his moms smile deepened, even though the same heavy tears started to glisten in her own brown eyes. ‘Your Dad is always with you, honey’, she cooed softly and placed her right hand on her son’s chest.
‘He is always with you. No matter if you had a terrible day at school or if you scratched your knee while playing hide and seek with your friends. Your Daddy will never really leave you, sweetheart’.
Hot tears were now streaming down Bradley’s face while he started sobbing hysterically. Every time Carole Bradshaw believed the worst moment of her entire life was the one, when she got the call that her beloved husband got in a terrible accident at work, she was reminded that the most horrendous part of it all, will never be over until her own son takes his very last breath. There is nothing more heart-wrenching than seeing your own flesh, her little Gosling, growing up with a broken heart, a missing part of his soul and tears in his eyes.
‘Why did he leave me, Mommy?’, Bradley’s sobs grew bigger, and his words were nearly not understandable. Carole’s heart ached so much, she felt like it was bursting out of her chest. And if that would be needed to erase the pain in Bradley’s eyes, she would not hesitate a second. Seeing her son – Nick’s son so incredibly broken isn’t anything she would wish for a single soul on this world.
‘Daddy did not leave you, little Bird’, his mom started but Bradley felt the hotness of his own tears sunken into his chest, into his little heart where they were mixed with the hottest, most consuming feeling out of all – anger. ‘Yes, he did! He left me. He left us. And he is never coming back!’
Carole wrapped her arms around her little Bradley, pressed him against her chest- rocking him slowly while she desperately tries to help him through his outburst. After a couple of minutes, she felt Bradley relaxing in her lap, so she eased her grip a little.
‘I need you to do something for me, honey’, the blonde woman whispered, trying to make her voice sound softly. If her son would have been a bit older, he probably would have told her how horribly she failed at her attempt. Nevertheless, he turned around in his moms’ lap, focusing his gaze up in the sky where Carole was pointing with her finger.
‘Do you see that star up there, sweetheart?’
The young boy nodded a little confused.
‘That is your dad, Bradley’.
His confusion widened.
‘But mommy, how do you know?’
‘Can you see those two little stars, right beneath the one I showed you before?’
Bradley nodded.
‘This is us. You and me, together with your Daddy. Up in the sky, just like he’d loved it’.
For the first time in weeks Carole Bradshaw started to feel a real smile growing on her face.
‘Whenever you need to tell your dad something you just have to keep your eyes up in the sky, where your dad has always been. And where he always will be. Together with both of us.
‘But Mommy, there is another star. D’you see?’ It is right above Daddy’s’!’ Bradley claimed, pointing on the star he just found.
His mother chuckled softly, brushing her blonde hair behind her ears. ‘I guess this has to be your uncle Pete’.
‘Uncle Pete?’, again he was baffled.
‘Yeah, I believe your dad knows, that from all of us, he has to keep an eye on your Uncle Pete the most’.
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Starting Over - Chapter 7
Marcus Pike x female reader
Co-written with @absurdthirst
Recently arrived in Texas and only slightly removed from his divorce, Marcus finds himself smitten with the women at the housewares store that is helping him furnish his new Austin condo. It becomes a more complicated situation than he could have expected, but Marcus has never been one to shy away from a challenge when love is on the line. ✨This fic takes place *before* the events of The Mentalist.✨
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 8.4k
Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this fic will include divorce, past abusive relationships, deceased mothers, father issues/family trauma, unplanned pregnancy.* Cursing and food mentions, unplanned pregnancy, pregnant reader, just a giant continuation of the fluff machine.
Summary: After such a successful bit of engagement ring shopping, looking for things for the Pike-ette is slightly more dramatic...
Notes: Introducing some long talked-about characters this chapter, because we love a best friend support system!
Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6
“Soon.” You nod, knowing he wishes that this barrier didn’t exist. The last thing you want him to feel today is sad or guilty, so you smile encouragingly instead. “We’ll have her out as soon as we can.”
The drive to the next stop on your day out is only a few minutes, but the enormous building at one end of the strip mall promises endless amounts of time wandering around inside. "Yes we will, and we will throw a party." Marcus promises you. Parking and picking up your hand, he kisses the back of it. He wants to coo over onesies with you. This is something he can indulge in, and he wants to. He's going to be a father. Have a child with the most wonderful woman he's ever known.
“Alright, Babies ‘R’ Us. Time to meet the Pikes.” The grin you absolutely beam at him as you climb out of the car is blinding, and you all but drag him inside, just as giddy as he is to ‘ooo’ and ‘ahh’ over all the adorable things you’ll want and need for the first baby to join your family.
There’s so much. Marcus’s eyes widen as he enters the store. He can’t even take it all in. “I— wow.” He breathes out, immediately softening when he sees the little outfits. “I want one that says Daddy’s Little Special Agent.” He decides immediately when he notices the cute little wording on some of them.
“If I have to get it specially made, I promise it will happen.” You squeeze his hand in yours, looking at every little saying and graphic with the softest expression you’ve ever had in your life. You genuinely might cry just looking at all these cute little clothes. “Honey, look at this one.” The nearest rack sports a Superman-style ‘S’ and reads Mommy’s Little Superhero underneath. “It’s all so cute.”
“Oh my god.” Marcus chokes out, reaching for the little outfit and pulling it off the rack. “We’re having a baby.” He murmurs in awe, as if it’s just really hit him.
“We’re having a baby.” All you can do is nod along with him, tucked into his side and sniffling away the emotions that immediately bubble to the surface when you say the words. “A little mini us.”
“A Pike-ette.” Marcus can’t help but put the little outfit back so he can caress your stomach. “God baby, I love you.”
“I love you, too.” This store must see so many moments like this. Moments of tenderness and appreciation dotted around its aisles constantly over the years. Gentle touches and excited murmurs. “I’m really glad my tea screwed up my birth control,” you laugh, a few tears escaping despite your best efforts.
"I am too." He might hate that he was not free to do things as he wants to right now, but he will never regret his first child with you. His own eyes are misty, and he bites his lip to keep from outright crying already.
“Hey, hey, hey.” A soft chuckle passes your lips, and you press a kiss to each of his cheeks. “We just walked in, we can’t both of us lose it immediately. There’s a whole lot of browsing left to do.”
"I might not make to the cribs." He confesses with a laugh. "I just can't believe that - this is our life. You – you've given me so much."
“We’re going to have to get everything personalized,” you hum, lacing your fingers through his so you can start to stroll around the store together. “Pike-ette on everything. So all the kids can use all the things one after the other.”
"So we need to make sure it's gender neutral colors." He agrees. "Although, I want them each to have their own baby blanket. One that has their initials sewn into it." His eyes mist up again just thinking about it. "Running around with their thumbs in their mouths and their blanket in their arms.
“I can immediately agree to both of those things.” Squeezing Marcus’s hand again, you bring it up to your lips to press a kiss to the back of his hand as you walk. “Each one a different color or pattern, so the kids can tell them apart well before they learn their own initials.”
"I don't know what happened to my baby stuff." Marcus admits quietly, looking over at the different variations of rattles that are on a display rack. "I know my mom kept them, but after..." He gives a small shrug, as if it didn't matter.
“I’m sorry, honey.” Marcus’s mother was more precious to him than anything, and you hate that he lost those memories. “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t have anything of mine, either. My mother donated all my baby things once I was old enough. So we’ll start from scratch together.”
"Yeah, I'm sure Andrew got rid of all that." Marcus rubs your back, choosing to focus on you rather than deal with the Pandora's box that was his relationship with his father. "We will choose what we want for our family."
“You don’t have twins in your family, do you?” Not that it would be an issue, but you do raise one eyebrow in curiosity, wondering if you should be worrying about pushing two giant Pike-ettes out of your body instead of one.
“Not that I know of.” Marcus gives a small, apologetic smile. “I never knew my grandparents on my mom’s side and with my father….” He just trails off, not willing to bring down the mood. “If we have twins, I will make sure that I pamper the hell out of you.” He promises.
“I don’t think there’s any in my family, so I think we’re safe.” Bright and sunny is the way to go, and you look up at home with a smile. “You’re going to be such an amazing dad.”
“I hope so.” He doesn’t voice the worry that the only thing he knows is what not to do. You don’t need that burden.
“I’m positive.” On a small rack nearby are skinny notebooks with storks or rattles or little pink and blue balloons depending on the pattern, and you scoop up one with little flying storks delivering baby bundles. “First purchase.” A pen is out of your purse in a flash, and you giggle evilly. “So, how do we feel about Marcus Jr?” You ask, flipping open the notebook to start collecting name ideas.
“Ugh.” Marcus makes a retching noise and shakes his head. “No, absolutely not.” He sticks his aquiline nose up in the air. “The second, maybe. But never a Junior.” He adopts a snooty tone just to make you grin.
“Alright, no juniors.” You’re giggling manically in one of the aisles and a snooty looking couple across the way huffs at you, only making you giggle more. “I bet they’re having a junior,” you whisper to Marcus, giggling the whole time.
“Probably.” Marcus snickers and shakes his head. “We could go with Alex? Alexander for a boy, Alexandra for a girl?”
“Ooh, I like that.” Alexander/Alexandra goes on the top of the list and you hum, trying not to get teary at the very first baby names you’ve ever considered together. “What do you think about Charlie? For Charles or Charlotte?”
“I love that.” He nods eagerly. Reaching out to rub your back again. “I really think we are going to have problems narrowing names down.”
“They can all have two middle names.” You joke, adding Charles/Charlotte on the second line. “Their birth certificates will take forever to fill out.”
Marcus laughs and nods. “That would work.” He agrees easily. “They can have four names.”
“I was probably like sixty percent joking, but you’re locked in now.” It’s a relief to see the shadows leave Marcus’s face and watch him light up with excitement again, and you’re going to hang on to that light with him as tightly as you can. “Most kids worry when they hear their middle name getting yelled, our kids are going to get an extra level if they ever hear both middle names.”
Marcus laughs and shakes his head. “I have a feeling you will being doing the yelling. I will the one that is disappointed and gives them a look that breaks their hearts.”
“You’re not mad, you’re disappointed.” You quote, knowing all upset parents use the line at least a few times in their kids’ lives. “Besides, yelling is the only way I’m gonna be heard with four kids running around.”
“I can imagine.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “I’ll buy you a bullhorn.” He promises. “Whistles to get their attention.”
“I’m gonna need it.” But still it makes you laugh, imagining the beautiful chaos of having a bunch of Pike-ettes running around and Marcus coming home from the office each day to endless hugs. “I really can’t wait.”
“It’s starting sooner than you think.” He reminds you with a grin, sliding his hand down over your stomach again.
“Seven more months.” Sniffing back the emotion of that little fact, you bury your face in Marcus’s chest and sigh happily. “I apologize in advance for any and all cursing you out during labor.”
“Any and all curses are completely valid.” He wraps his arms around you soothingly. “I won’t even think of being upset about that.”
“You’ve already had one screaming wife.” The way you roll your eyes dramatically and grin reminds him that you’re not worried. That she’ll be out of the picture soon enough, and the two of you will be free to have the life you dream of without her complications. “You don’t need a second.”
“At least this one will be screaming for a very worthy reason.” He teases, leaning in and kisses your nose. “But as I have a penis, and will not be pushing a watermelon out of a hole the size of a watermelon seed, the choice to be drugged is completely up to you.”
“I’ll be talking it over with the doctor, believe me.” As much as you want to say you’ll brave a natural childbirth, your stubbornness isn’t the only factor at hand, and you never know what can happen once labor has started.
"I completely concur and only want you to be as comfortable as you possibly can be." He ducks his head and nuzzles his nose against your neck. "I love you, baby."
"I love you too, Marcus." And what a freeing, full filling feeling that is to be able to say freely after weeks of keeping it inside.
Marcus made a mistake this morning, the mistake of not leaving his phone at home. He couldn't because of work, but he should have. The buzzing in his pocket makes him groan, pulling away and sighing as he reaches for it. "Sorry." He murmurs as he fishes it out of his jeans pocket, tensing up and freezing for a second, his jaw immediately clenching when he sees the name flashed on the screen. "Shit. What the fuck does he want?"
“Who is it?” Your eyebrows furrow with concern at his reaction.
"My father." He tells you before he hits the small button on his phone to talk and puts it up to his ear. "Special Agent Marcus Pike." He uses a professional tone, acting like he doesn't know who is on the other end of the line.
“Marcus.” Andrew Packard’s deep baritone tumbles on the other end of the phone. It isn’t harsh though, no militant or any like you expected. Not from what you can hear anyway. “I just got a very interesting call from Amanda.”
Marcus groans quietly, glancing up at the ceiling as if he’s begging a higher power for patience. “What in earth did she call you about?” He asks shortly.
“Well, to be honest, that’s the exact same question I asked her.” He laughs, still hoping after more than thirty years that he might elicit some kind of sympathetic chuckle from his son, but it doesn’t happen. “And then she told me some cockamamie story about you and her reconciling and now you’ve gotten your mistress pregnant?” This time it isn’t a laugh, but a choked sound of confusion. Andrew Packard is well aware of the things his only son despises about him so this can’t possibly be true. “I thought I should call.”
“We have not reconciled. I would never get back together with someone who was cheating on me.” Marcus is seething, rocking his jaw in anger. “She withdrew the divorce papers without my knowledge and the lawyers are trying to fix their fuck up but she’s being difficult.” It was more information than his father had in months from him, maybe even a year. He spoke to the man as little as possible. “Showed up in Texas with the intention of pushing back into my life.”
“I see.” The sound of papers being shoved around can be heard in the background and your hand softly soothes small circles into Marcus’s back while he talks. “So is the pregnancy a lie too, then?” His father asks after a pause.
There is an equally long pause, Marcus trying to find the words and swallowing harshly. "No, that's true." He sighs. "I started seeing a woman here in Austin, believing I was single." He makes sure to add that portion, believing it to be of the upmost importance. "We— the night after we— uh," Marcus blushes furiously, never having talked to his father about these types of things and feeling like a kid in the principal’s office. "Amanda showed up the next morning and she - my fiancée - she is pregnant."
“Congratulations.” Andrew clears his throat, like the word was either difficult for him to say or to cover a bit of thickness in his voice. “I take it you had no intentional of telling me?”
"We just found out ourselves." He is sounding defensive because he is defensive. Even if he didn't have any intention of doing more than sending his father a sparsely worded email at Christmas like normal. "The only reason Amanda knows is because I had hoped it would convince her to go away."
“She said she was in your house, is that true?” It’s more like a low-key interrogation than a conversation, and Andrew makes a displeased sound in the back of his throat. “Has she threatened you at all? Amanda, I mean. You or your new fiancée?”
Marcus snorts, blowing out an exasperated breath. "The lawyers said that it would be better if I show that I am trying to be accommodating." He rolls his head around his shoulders. "Amanda is...precise with her words."
“That’s not an answer, son. Has she threatened you or your fiancée at any time?” Now the sound is obvious - pen on paper - he’s writing things down.
He stiffens slightly, annoyed at the tone his voice, the fact that he's writing shit down. That he doesn't trust his offspring, who is a federal agent to handle his soon-to-be ex-wife. "She wants the trust." He spits the word out as if it's offensive. "But I will handle it, Andrew. Thank you for your concern."
“I—" Andrew sighs when his son calls him by his first name, knowing that that usually signals another six months at least of not speaking. Although that won’t be the case this time, regardless of whether or not Marcus is happy about it. “Am I allowed to know the name of the woman carrying my grandchild, at least? I won’t even ask to say hello, I know that’s asking too much.”
His voice catches in his throat, wordless handing you the phone. Unable to say anything else because the only thing that was coming to mind was that his child, his children would not be Andrew Packard's grandchildren. He had never been Marcus's father, so he would not step in for the fun of being a grandfather.
“Hello?” You’re shocked when Marcus actually lets you talk to his father, but your arm wraps around his waist tightly to keep him beside you.
"Hello." Andrew is shocked when he hears a woman's voice, halfway anticipating a dial tone. "I— this is Andrew, Marcus's father. To whom do I have to pleasure of speaking to?"
“Marcus’s fiancée.” You give him your first name, limiting it to that as you continue to rub his back gently.
Andrew repeats your name, nodding to himself and writing it down on his notepad. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything? I'm sure my son is taking good care of you."
"We have everything we could possibly need." You won't give him any details but stay polite, not wanting Marcus to be too upset even though he is the one who handed you the phone. "Thank you for asking."
"I know he won't reach out, but if you need anything..." Andrew pauses, knowing that it could very possibly upset his son even more, but he wants to make sure you know that he will be there. "Just send me a message and I will do everything I can." He's sure that Marcus has told you what a horrible man he is, detailing all his faults, or maybe not even mentioning him at all. He swallows harshly and waits for your answer.
"That's kind of you, but we have everything under control." Glancing up just in time to see Marcus roll his eyes at your choice of words, and you know you'll have to dignify them later by telling him that you were just being polite to not make more waves. Which is the truth. "It was good of you to call, but really. Marcus and I can handle everything."
Andrew senses the conversation is over, and he gives a small sigh. "Very well. It was nice to speak with you. I won't bother to ask to speak to Marcus again, please have a good day." He murmurs, looking down at the information he had managed to gather from his only son during the six-minute conversation
"Goodbye." Tapping Marcus's phone to end the call, you put the electronic back in his hand and reach up to hug him tight. "Well, that was unexpected."
Marcus shakes his head, closing his eyes as simultaneously wraps his arms around you and stiffens in your hold. Conflicting emotions warring inside him and threatening to spill out in a shout or hysterics, he hasn't quite decided which would be more appropriate.
"Do you want to go home, baby?" From your place in his arms, you look up to find his eyes closed and his full lips drawn in a deep frown. "Or back to my old place?"
"I— I don't know." He doesn't need to see Amanda right now. He knows that. He shakes his head, prying his eyes open and blinking before he focuses on you. "She fucking called him. Told him I knocked up my mistress." He hisses bitterly.
Regardless of the fact that that is technically true, you're not about to point any sort of pedantics. "Do you think she's trying to get his sympathy? Like that would make a difference somehow?"
"It's a fucking mind game." It only took him about thirty seconds after answering the call to figure that out. "She knows my feelings on my father and decided that it was the best way to torment me. Shove the proverbial mirror in my face. 'Look how much like him you are'." He scoffs but there is a slight edge of panic to his tone.
"She's grasping at straws, love." Both of your hands soothe down his arms and you look around with a sigh. "Why don't I pay for the notebook I picked up and we can go back to my old place and sit for a while? Madison usually comes over on Saturday nights when Naomi isn't working. It might be good for you to see an old friend again."
Marcus shakes his head, hating that the outing had been tainted. "No, no I'm not letting her ruin this." He decides, rolling his shoulders back and trying to push away the onslaught of emotions that always seem to come with dealing with his father. "Let's keep looking."
"How about stuffed animals?" You suggest, wanting to move away from anything that might loudly pronounce the word Daddy right now.
"Are you a zoo animals motif type person or sea creatures?" He asks, desperate to recapture the previously high spirit of the outing.
"Typically I would say zoo animals, but I could be persuaded for a cute otter or a dolphin." Taking his hand, you head for the next portion of the store down, where stuffed animals of all shapes, sizes, and colours can be seen lines shelves and walls.
"We could do a mixture of both?" He smiles, the first time since that damn phone rang. "Maybe have someone paint a wildlife mural on one wall and an underwater one on another?"
"We could do that. The nursery will be used over a couple of years so I'm sure we'll change things here and there." On one shelf, eye level with you, are a whole family of puppies made by the same company. Soft cotton corduroy in different colors with their little pink or red tongues hanging out. "I'm going to want to get all of them," you laugh, picking up a brown and white spotted one. "I can just tell."
Marcus hums, picking up another one and holding it up. "We should." He suggests. "Get all of them. They might not be making them by the time all the Pike-ettes are born and then how will all the kiddos have matching puppies that are different enough that they tell them apart?"
"I dunno, babe." But you grin just to hear the soft happiness in his voice. "There's six of these little guys. We're gonna have to pick out the four cutest. They can each come home from the hospital with their own puppy."
"Two for back up." He decides, unable to decide between the colors. "Just in case one puppy gets ruined. They can take mommy or daddy's puppy to keep safe."
"Okay, so which one is Daddy's?" A few feet away, there is a station of shopping baskets, and you scurry over to grab one and bring it back for Marcus to load the little stuffed puppies into.
Marcus chuckles and picks up a puppy that has soft purple fabric. "This one."
"Nice choice." It's the same color as a favorite sweater of his and you file away the information in the back of your head that purple is a comfort color for Marcus. From the other end of the shelf, you pick up one maybe of light gray-blue fabric with a black spot on his back and over one eye. "I think this one is Mommy's."
“That’s a good choice.” Marcus approves, taking it and setting it by his in the basket.
"And the other four will be gummed on, drooled over, slept with, played with, and generally carried everywhere by the Pike-ettes." One by one the other puppies are added to the cart and you chuckle. "It makes them sound like a little band. Or your little back-up singers. You could be Marcus and the Pike-ettes."
“Well, I was in a band.” Marcus teases playfully. He feels a little better, reminding himself that you are building a life together. A completely different situation from his father.
"You should take it up again." He still has his bass; you saw it hanging safely on his - your - bedroom wall last night where it stays locked away out of Amanda's grasp every day.
“I think those days are far behind me.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “Can’t help you out with the babies if I’m practicing or playing.”
"But you were so sexy the time we went to that karaoke bar." It was about a month ago now, and you cringe to think that you had been out drinking while having no idea that you were pregnant. Marcus though? He brought down the house that night with an amazing rendition of "Where is My Mind?"
He can’t help but grin, wide and proud that you like the fact that he can sing and play an instrument. “Maybe when it’s just the two of us.” He says finally. “I’ll get a guitar and play for the baby.”
“That would be very sweet.” You shoot him a happy little grin, almost victorious but mostly just soft and full of love.
"So we will have a pack of kids carrying around puppies and blankets." Marcus hums, looking into the basket of the cart with a grin before he looks back at you. "Anything else?"
“Let’s wander back toward the front and see if anything catches our eye on the way out.” He’s smiling and light again, and you’re so grateful to see that the phone call from his father isn’t going to ruin day for him.
Marcus takes point at the cart, steering it for the two of you. Not because you can't push it with six stuffed puppies in it, but because he wants to leave you free to wander when something catches your eyes. "Let’s do it."
He really should not have left you free to roam, because the second you zero in on the silly Dad and Mom t-shirt section, your eyes light up with glee at all the bad puns. “Look!” You practically cackle, holding up a t-shirt that says Nacho Average Dad on it along with the image of a large sombrero. “It’s terrible and it’s perfect.”
“Oh my God.” Marcus groans to hide the chuckle and shakes his head. “It’s horrible. Put it in the basket.” He looks around, wanting to find some cute maternity shirts for you. Maybe a ‘bun in the oven’ one. He’s always thought those are funny.
“You should wear it when we go back to the Outpost while we’re in DC.” The more you think about it, the more it feels like the perfect first trip to take with him. Back to the place you should have met all those years ago.
“Yeah?” He grins at you. “You want to go back to that shitty little bar?”
“For old time’s sake.” You tell him with a grin. “Do you want to pick out a shirt for me to wear?”
Marcus nods quickly, moving over to the racks. “Call me crazy, but I really want one of those ‘What’s cooking?’ t-shirts with a picture of a bun in the oven.” He admits. “Corny, I know.”
“Corny but cute.” That is exactly the kind of choice you would expect from him, and part of why you offered to let him pick something in the first place.
He searches through the selections and holds up a shirt. It’s not exactly what he was looking for but it’s adorable. “What do you think?”
“Awwwe!” The purple maternity t-shirt in his hands has a little cartoon dinosaur eating a taco where it will sit over your growing bump, and reads Preggosaurus Tex-Mex over the chest, and you can’t help but laugh. “They even match!”
Marcus grins. “So that’s a yes.” He nods happily and shoves it in the cart to add to his. “We will definitely have to wear them together.”
“Absolutely.” Leaning into his arms is the easiest and most natural thing in the world, and the two of you push the cart full of stuffed animals and cheesy t-shirts to the front of the store with wistful smiles on your faces. “Ya know,” you hum, looking up at him as you stand in line at the cash register. “We actually should have dinner with Naomi and Madison tonight. If only to give them the news.”
“It might be a good thing.” Marcus admits, glancing at you before he looks down at the items in the cart. “I might hurt Amanda’s feelings too much if I see her right now.”
“For once, I wasn’t even thinking of her.” Although it might be a good idea to store the baby things at your old place at first. “I was just thinking we might want to share our happy news with our closest friends, that’s all.”
“I’m sorry.” Marcus immediately apologizes, feeling bad for bringing her up. “I shouldn’t have— you’re right.” He nods. “We should tell them.”
“No need to be sorry.” You promise him, picking up his hand in yours to leave a kiss on it. “She’s an unfortunate fact of our lives. Like having a mouse in the house. I just thought it would be nice to ignore the mouse for tonight.”
“What mouse?” He responses with a small smile. “No mouse here.” He sighs and rubs his hand over your stomach. “Just a peanut.”
“Ooooo, peanuts.” It wasn’t meant as a snack suggestion, you know that. But you’re still nearly salivating at the thought. “Honey roasted peanuts sound amazing.”
He snickers and leans in, pressing his lips to your neck. “Hungry huh?” He teases. “We will have to make sure we get some if they don’t have any at the register.”
“I have been on a Reese’s kick lately, and I had a couple of peanut butter sandwiches last week.” The realization makes you light up, almost giddy in a way. “I think we have our first official craving. Peanuts for the peanut.”
“Interesting.” He can’t even stop the wide grin. “Our little one likes peanuts.”
“I feel a childhood nickname coming on.” Chuckling, you push your cart up to the registers as the couple before you departs, and Marcus starts to unload the little family of stuffed animals onto the counter. “Oo, score!” You spot a little rack of snacks at one end of the counter, with a few tubes of peanuts in amongst the chocolate. “Baby, will you grab two?” You ask, batting your eyelashes at Marcus with a grin.
Chuckling, he grabs four, wanting to tuck a couple of packs into his car for an emergency snack for you. “Just in case.” He tells you when he holds up the packets. “Don’t want a hangry momma-to-be.”
“Smart.” Chuckles the cashier as she starts to swipe the puppies through the register and bag them. “These guys are so cute. I can’t believe they’re getting discontinued,” she comments, shrugging her shoulders.
“Oh, they are?” Marcus raises his brows at you, happy that he insisted that all of them be bought now. “How sad, they are cute.”
“I guess you were right about grabbing all of them, then.” You grin at Marcus, nose wrinkling with how wide the smile grows.
“I was right.” He looks back over at the cashier. “It will probably be the only time I’m ever right. So I’m going to savor this moment.” He jokes. “She’s the one with the instincts.”
“Moms usually are.” The girl smiles. Barely a few minutes later you’re out in the car again, your head leaning on Marcus’s shoulder while you wait for the AC to kick in and text Naomi.
To Naomi: Double date tonight? Our treat. 🍽🍾✨
It only takes a few moments for the typing bubble to appear and there is a response.
From Naomi: 🍾? What are we celebrating? Did the Wicked Witch pack up her broom and fly back to Portland?
To Naomi: We wish. It’s not that, but we do have news! Madam Mam’s at 6?
“I…may have suggested Thai tonight,” you admit sheepishly, tearing into the first packet of peanuts.
Marcus throws his head back and laughs. “Of course it’s fine. Pad Thai sounds great. And I’ll let you have all the peanut sauce with the spring rolls.”
From Naomi: Sounds great! We’ll see you then!
“Agent Pike, you are a handsome and considerate man.” And the goddamn love of your life. You really are the luckiest girl in the world.
“I guess the real question is if you prefer smooth or chunky peanut butter?” Marcus reaches over and caresses your knee. “So I know what to buy when you have a craving and we run out.”
“Chunky.” The nod you give him is full of authority, considering you’ve practically inhaled half the tube of peanuts already.
“Chunky it is.” Marcus grins, thinking that you look absolutely adorable and reaches forward to start the car.
******
A few hours later, you’re fidgeting in place waiting for your watch to hit six and your friends to arrive at the restaurant you suggested. It’s a gorgeous night and you decided to wait for Naomi and Madison just outside the front doors, but the anticipation is killing you now. “I’m just scared she’s going to be upset,” you mumble into Marcus’s arms, even though you know it’s ridiculous. “It’s not like we thought we were going to live together forever; I just don’t want my best friend to be sad.”
“I don’t think that she will be sad.” Marcus thinks that her and Madison are more serious than she’s let on, and maybe now that you are going through so many changes, she will take the next step with him.
“You don’t?” You probably sound like a blubbering idiot right now, but Marcus is stalwart and calm with his arms around you.
“No, I think she will be happy for you.” Marcus tightens his grip on you. “Maybe a little pissed at me, because of the circumstances. But she knows I’m not screwing you around.” He hopes. Naomi’s opinion meant the world to you, which means it means the world to him too.
“Naomi adores you.”
“Yeah, I’d be intimidated if I couldn’t bench more than you.” Madison appears around the corner with Naomi under his arm, jovial as always and already talking smack. That usually meant the night was sure to be upbeat.
“Hey.” Marcus turns in his seat and greets the two of them, standing up and moving to give Naomi a hug and slapping Madison on the shoulder. “You should worry, I’m gonna be lifting more than you soon.” Completely bullshit of course, he hates lifting.
“Only if it’s to drop a house on the Wicked Witch,” Madison jokes, leaning over to give you a hug before he heads into the restaurant between Marcus and Naomi.
“As a federal agent, I shouldn’t be making pre-meditated jokes.” Marcus huffs with a grin before he stands. “I’ll let them know our party is all ready.”
“Did you guys have a nice day?” You reach over to squeeze Naomi’s hand and feel an army of nervous butterflies erupt in your belly. Or maybe that’s the baby. You really can’t be sure.
“We always do.” Naomi smiles and searches your face, seeing your nervousness. “Hon, what’s wrong? Do I need to beat her ass? Because I will.”
“No, it’s not like that.” The trouble with saying yes to Naomi is she’ll actually do it, even if you’re just being sarcastic or overdramatic. So you shake your head and grab her hand to follow Marcus when he signals that you’re ready to be seated. “Everything’s okay. There’s just a lot going on.”
“Ummhmmm.” She obviously thinks there’s more going on, but she’s not going to push you. “Good thing you called me out to get drunk tonight then.”
“Yeah, totally.” You hum, knowing full well that you’ll be drinking ginger ale with your dinner and not a cocktail.
Naomi doesn’t catch that, too busy perusing the menu after you’ve been sat down to decide what she is going to eat. “God everything looks so good.” She gushes happily. “What are you having?”
“I’m debating between pad Thai and the Masman curry.” You glance at Marcus and try not to grin, knowing he’ll zero in on the fact that the curry in question also features peanuts. “We could always just get a bunch of stuff to share?”
Marcus hums and nods his approval. “That sounds like a good idea. Spring rolls sounds good? Extra peanut sauce?” He asks, smirking at you.
“Yes please.” The giant grin on your face is goofy enough you have to bite your lip to not laugh and Madison points one finger between you and Marcus with a furrow in his brow. “What’s going on?” He insists, knowing that something is going on. “Peanut sauce just isn’t that funny.”
Marcus decided to fuck with his friend. “I licked peanut sauce off her last night.” He jokes, winking at you playfully.
Naomi almost chokes on her water, knowing full well that you and Marcus haven’t been intimate since your first date. She is agonizingly aware, mostly because of how hard you try not to pout about her and Madison being cute together. “Is that what we’re celebrating?” She asks, perking up in her seat. “Are you guys fucking again?”
Marcus gives a small pout, frowning slightly. “Not exactly.” He admits, knowing that he still has some issues with total intimacy.
"So what are we celebrating?" Naomi sits back in her chair and casually reaches for Madison's hand, lacing their fingers together in an unconsciously intimate movement.
Marcus bites his lip, mirroring the same movement with you, picking up your hand and kissing the back of it. “We have a lot of things to celebrate.” He tells them with a small smile.
"Ooooooh, oh my god." The excitement in Naomi's demeanor hits near giddiness, and she tugs on Madison's hand with glee. "I told you! I knew they weren't going to let the Wicked Witch stop them!" She turns her gaze on you almost dreamily. "You finally told him, didn't you?"
"That's one thing." You nod, impossibly wide smile growing even more just before the waiter walks up to take your drink orders. "I did finally put on my big girl panties and tell Marcus that I love him."
All of you order, Marcus insisting that the two of you wanted to wait for heavier drinks and ordered a water for himself while you ordered one of the specialty boba teas. “We’ve also decided something else.” He announces after the waiter walks away. “She’s moving in with me.”
"In with you, like in with you?" Naomi nearly bounces out of her chair, but the confusion is written on her face. "Even with the Wicked Witch there?"
"Yeah. Even with her there." You half-chuckle, shrugging your shoulders and squeezing Marcus's hand. "It's more important to us to be together and not let her spoil things. But, if it's okay with you, we were hoping I could leave a few pieces of furniture in my old room until either she's gone, or we can put them in storage."
“Of course.” Naomi frowns slightly and leans forward, wondering why you are in a rush to live together. She knows it will cause more drama. “Are you sure you want to do that? I mean, hopefully this is over in a year.”
"Hopefully." Though you can definitely agree with that sentiment, there's more at stake that you can't just wait out. "We're not prepared to let her hijack more of our relationship, though."
“Okaaaaay.” She looks suspicious but she nods. “I agree with that. Although it might have been more peaceful to just have Marcus move in with us.”
"That could be misconstrued as giving her the condo." And giving in to any of her inane demands in the lowest possibility in the world right now.
“True.” She’ll concede that point. “So I guess that makes our choice easier.” Naomi shrugs and looks over at Madison. “You’ll move in with me.”
"You were right." That beaming smile of yours is turned back on Marcus while your friends share a kiss, and you lean your head on his shoulder for a moment. "Twice in one day. Very impressive of you, baby."
"A man in love can always recognize another man in the same situation." He quips and winks at Madison and Naomi before looking down at you and kissing your forehead.
“Which is how I know you’re not done announcing shit,” Madison points out, only pausing in teasing when the waiter returns with your drinks and takes the food order for the table.
Marcus grins when you order everything with peanuts on the menu, rubbing your back and humming happily. Once the waiter leaves again, he looks over at you. “Do you want to tell them, baby?” He asks softly.
You want to tell them everything - be in a world where you can be excited with your best friends about the very best parts of your life getting so much better - and you nod before taking Marcus’s hand under the table again. “We, um—l” The thickness in your voice is disbelief at all that happiness, and when you clear your throat you have to blink back those joyful tears that have been brimming all day long. “We decided we want to get married.” You tell your friends, beaming with happiness and love and pride in the man beside you. “As soon as the Wicked Witch is gone. Otherwise, I love him so much I might have dragged him up to City Hall today for the license.”
Naomi gasps, nearly choking even though she hadn’t had anything to drink yet. “What?” Her eyes dart between the two of you. “That’s— that’s great!”
“I hope it goes without saying that I need my ride-or-die maid of honour?” Reaching for Naomi’s other hand on the table, you give it a quick squeeze before needing your own hand back to wipe away a tear that managed to spill.
“Without saying.” Naomi promises, flashing you a brilliant smile and choking back a happy sob. “I can’t believe it!” She lifts a brow at Madison and grins. “You have been shown up.” She teases playfully.
“With Pike, I’m used to it.” He grumbles good-naturedly. Not that he hadn’t been carefully rooting through his girlfriend’s jewelry box and browsing jewelry store websites for a month now. He’s not going to let someone as amazing as Naomi slip away.
“That’s right.” Marcus tosses his old friend a smug grin. “Beat your ass at the Academy too.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Madison rolls his eyes dramatically and takes a sip from his beer bottle. “You’ll get married first, fine. We’ll just have to have our first kid first.” A conversation about having a family a month ago was what precipitated the ring browsing, but they hadn’t said anything to their friends yet. You and Marcus having such a precarious situation had made them not want to flaunt their happiness – apparently they shouldn’t have worried.
Marcus shifts in his seat, unable to hold back the proud smile from creasing his faces. He quickly glances over at you to make sure it’s okay that he announces it. “About that…” he starts teasingly. “It’s a good thing you aren’t in a betting pool on those odds.”
“Are you seriously trying?” Naomi practically jumps forward in her seat, eyes wide with that level of excitement that really only comes from seeing the people you love truly being happy. “Oh my god you’re going to be the best mom I can’t fucking stand it.” As much as she jumped forward, she’s now out of her chair and hugging you in a flash.
“It’s uh…it’s not so much that we’re trying,” you laugh, letting go of Marcus’s hand and hugging her back tightly. “I am pregnant.”
“You are preg—” Naomi’s eyes widen dramatically and she leans back from her hug. “That one time?” She demands, looking over at Marcus. “No offense, but that’s – wow.”
“That was kind of our reaction.” Having it out in the open - enjoying the chance to tell your best friends - is the perfect end to what has really been a perfect day aside from the five-minute intrusion by Andrew Packard this afternoon. “We’re really excited though.”
“Are you okay?” Madison leans forward, a concerned frown on his face directed towards Marcus. He had learned a bit about his friend’s past, although it wasn’t well known. Marcus liked keeping his family history in the past.
Marcus nods and you can’t help but be grateful that he already had a friend in Austin when he moved here. You can’t imagine if he had had to deal with all of this without a friend nearby to confide in. “The situation isn’t perfect.” That is the understatement of the year, but you have to shrug it off. “But it’s all what we wanted for our relationship further down the line, anyway.”
“Does she know?” Naomi asks, brow raised curiously.
“Yeah, she knows.” You shake your head, knowing how impossible the situation really is. “It’s a completely tangled web. But at least when everything finally gets untangled, we’ll have our family.”
Huffing, Naomi hugs you tightly one last time before she moves to hug Marcus in a quick, but fierce hug. “I know you will, but you better take care of my girl.”
Marcus laughs, hugging your best friend back. “Don’t worry about that. We’ve already figured out the little peanut likes peanuts.” He jokes, winking at you over her shoulder. “First cravings apparently.”
“Hence the Thai food?” Madison guesses with a laugh.
“Hence the Thai food,” you agree, one hand floating softly to your so-far unchanged belly.
Sitting back down, Naomi has a proud look on her face. “I’m going to be an Auntie!” She squeals happily, knowing that she will be in this kid’s life in some capacity. “We just need to make sure momma’s okay while all this…” she waves her hand in irritation, “drama plays out.”
“You’re going to be the best auntie.” Naomi’s capacity for love is probably only surpassed by Marcus’s, and you know without hesitation that this baby is going to be spoiled for love right from the start. “And Madi is going to be the uncle we all have to keep an eye on, or he’ll get them into trouble.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Madison tries to act offended, but the grin spreading across his face gives him away. “I would never be so bold.”
“Bold is your middle name, baby.” Naomi teases. “And I love you for it.”
“So now you see we had so much news, that we needed a night with our friends.” Marcus tells them, reaching for your hand again. “It’s going to be rough if Amanda wants it to be, but I’m determined to get things taken care of so we can focus on our future.”
“She’s going to try to make it hell, but we’ll be ready.” Madison is sure of that, but he raises his drink toward the middle of the table in salute. “Congratulations, guys. Here’s to you.”
“To our little Pike-ette and my amazing fiancée.” Marcus adds, taking a sip of his water after Madison.
“Pike-ette?” Naomi coos, taking a sip of her cocktail. “That’s so cute I could die, you guys.”
“How much does Naomi know?” Marcus asks, looking over at you. The trust hasn’t been officially mentioned by him, just that Amanda wasn’t happy with the original divorce settlement.
“The basics,” you murmur back. It’s his story to tell not yours, and you had stuck with just telling Naomi that Amanda was after more money instead of divulging all the complex details of Marcus’s life to her. He’s guarded about it to begin with, the last thing you wanted was to make him feel like you couldn’t be trusted.
“She might as well know.” Marcus rubs the back of your hand with his thumb. “Especially because it’s going to get worse before it gets better.” He gives Naomi a bland smile and a slight shrug. “I’m the illegitimate son - the bastard - of Andrew Packard, and because of that, I have a trust fund that Amanda wants to get her hands on.”
Naomi’s face goes from blank to confused to recognition in about five seconds. “Andrew Packard the multimillionaire computer guy?” She lowers her voice, obviously understanding that it isn’t something he flaunts. Before today all she knew was that he was raised by a single mom.
“Yeah, that’s the one.” He blows out a breath, figuring it was better to tell her himself rather than whatever Amanda could come up with to try to damage his reputation with your friend. Madison grimaces, knowing how much Marcus hates to talk about his father. “My mother was his mistress for twenty years, until her death when I was in high school.” He knows it doesn’t make his mother look very good, but she had made peace with what she was and what she had done.
“And Amanda knew?” It doesn’t take much for Naomi to guess that.
“She was my wife.” Marcus reminds her. “I didn’t think I needed to keep that a secret, but the trust never came up because it wasn’t mine. It still isn’t mine.” He rolls his eyes. “It doesn’t belong to me until I turn forty or upon the birth of my first child.”
“Which is in…” the quick math only takes her a split second. “Seven months. Fuck, you guys. She is going to get so much worse.”
“Yep.” Marcus sighs and leans back, moving to throw his arm around your shoulder, rubbing it gently. “But I’m not giving her a dime.”
“By the time they’re old enough for college, tuition will probably take up the entire thing anyway,” you joke, trying to lighten the mood as best you can. “Right now we just want to be happy thinking about our future. That’s all. Happy daydreams and plans that can’t be spoiled no matter how hard she tries.”
“Oh, she’s going to try.” Marcus huffs. “She called my father.”
“Shit.” Madison drops backward in his chair and groans. “You gotta be fucking kidding me.”
“Nope, dear old dad called me today,” Marcus scowls at that. “Poking his nose where it doesn’t belong because Amanda told him I followed in his footsteps.”
“Which is obviously ridiculous.” Naomi has no problem jumping on that comparison, even not knowing the entire situation. “You’re supposed to be divorced. You are divorced, as far as any of us are concerned. She’s the crazy woman who can’t let shit go.”
“She told him what she told our lawyers. That we ‘reconciled’.” He rolls his eyes and blows out a frustrated breath. “So I got to be interrogated better than the fucking FBI, and I am the FBI.”
“Look on the bright side,” Madison offers, rolling his eyes. “Since you’ve already talked to him this calendar year, you can skip the courtesy Christmas call.”
Marcus snorts, nodding his head in agreement. “I guess that is a silver lining.” He huffs, looking over at you and twisting his body so he can caress your stomach.
“The Pike-ette is the ultimate silver lining.” You’ve decided, and lay your hand on top of Marcus’s.
“God you two are adorable.” Naomi rolls her eyes and grins happily. “There better be a t-shirt with Pike-ette on it in the near future.”
“We got really cheesy t-shirts at the baby store today.” The arrival of the spring rolls has you groaning happily and digging in almost immediately. “I have a feeling cheesy parent t-shirts is going to become a thing for us.”
Marcus pushes his own little cup of peanut sauce towards you. “Of course. We’re cheesy.” He grins and lean in to kiss your cheek since there is already a little dabble of peanut sauce on the side of your mouth. “We deserve to be cheesy.”
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Stark sisters, more similar than we'd think
Rage ~ the wolf blood
"I hate them," Arya confided, red-faced, sniffling. "The Hound and the queen and the king and Prince Joffrey. I hate all of them. Joffrey lied, it wasn't the way he said. I hate Sansa too. She did remember, she just lied so Joffrey would like her."
"We all lie," her father said. "Or did you truly think I'd believe that Nymeria ran off?"
— Arya II, AGOT
Sansa stared at him, seeing him for the first time. He was wearing a padded crimson doublet patterned with lions and a cloth-of-gold cape with a high collar that framed his face. She wondered how she could ever have thought him handsome. His lips were as soft and red as the worms you found after a rain, and his eyes were vain and cruel. "I hate you," she whispered.
(...)
“That’s what I’ll give you, Lady Sansa. Your brother’s head.”
A kind of madness took over her then, and she heard herself say, “Maybe my brother will give me your head”
(...)
All it would take was a shove, she told herself. He was standing right there, right there, smirking at her with those fat wormlips. You could do it, she told herself. You could. Do it right now. It wouldn't even matter if she went over with him. It wouldn't matter at all.
— Sansa VI, AGOT
Soft spoken and courteous
Joffrey frowned. Sansa felt that she ought to say something. What was it that Septa Mordane used to tell her? A lady's armor is courtesy, that was it. She donned her armor and said, "I'm sorry my lady mother took you captive, my lord."
— Sansa I, ACOK
It was even worse than before; Lady Smallwood insisted that Arya take another bath, and cut and comb her hair besides; the dress she put her in this time was sort of lilac-colored, and decorated with little baby pearls. The only good thing about it was that it was so delicate that no one could expect her to ride in it. So the next morning as they broke their fast, Lady Smallwood gave her breeches, belt, and tunic to wear, and a brown doeskin jerkin dotted with iron studs. "They were my son's things," she said. "He died when he was seven."
"I'm sorry, my lady." Arya suddenly felt bad for her, and ashamed. "I'm sorry I tore the acorn dress too. It was pretty."
"Yes, child. And so are you. Be brave."
— Arya IV, ASOS
Assertive and dutiful
"Oh, gods," an old woman wailed. "We're lost, the battle's lost, she's running." Several children were crying. They can smell the fear. Sansa found herself alone on the dais. Should she stay here, or run after the queen and plead for her life?
She never knew why she got to her feet, but she did. "Don't be afraid," she told them loudly. "The queen has raised the drawbridge. This is the safest place in the city. There's thick walls, the moat, the spikes . . ."
Sansa raised her hands for quiet. "Joffrey's come back to the castle. He's not hurt. They're still fighting, that's all I know, they're fighting bravely. The queen will be back soon." The last was a lie, but she had to soothe them. She noticed the fools standing under the galley. "Moon Boy, make us laugh."
(...)
"Help him," Sansa commanded two of the serving men. One just looked at her and ran, flagon and all. Other servants were leaving the hall as well, but she could not help that. Together, Sansa and the serving man got the wounded knight back on his feet.
— Sansa VII, ACOK
"You take her!" she yelled. "You get her out! You do it!" The fire beat at her back with hot red wings as she fled the burning barn. It felt blessedly cool outside, but men were dying all around her. She saw Koss throw down his blade to yield, and she saw them kill him where he stood. Smoke was everywhere. There was no sign of Yoren, but the axe was where Gendry had left it, by the woodpile outside the haven. As she wrenched it free, a mailed hand grabbed her arm. Spinning, Arya drove the head of the axe hard between his legs. She never saw his face, only the dark blood seeping between the links of his hauberk. Going back into that barn was the hardest thing she ever did. Smoke was pouring out the open door like a writhing black snake, and she could hear the screams of the poor animals inside, donkeys and horses and men. She chewed her lip, and darted through the doors, crouched low where the smoke wasn't quite so thick.
A donkey was caught in a ring of fire, shrieking in terror and pain. She could smell the stench of burning hair. The roof was gone up too, and things were falling down, pieces of flaming wood and bits of straw and hay. Arya put a hand over her mouth and nose. She couldn't see the wagon for the smoke, but she could still hear Biter screaming. She crawled toward the sound.
— Arya IV, ACOK
Brave and snarky
He grabbed the little girl by the hand and pulled her close. "What if the wolves come?"
"Yield," Arya suggested.
— Arya V, ACOK
I am a direwolf, and done with wooden teeth.
— Arya X, ACOK
Sansa felt tears in her eyes. "He is not! He's not the least bit like that old drunken king,"
— Sansa III, AGOT
Brave. Sansa took a deep breath. I am a Stark, yes, I can be brave.
— Sansa III, ASOS
Foreshadowed to help take back/hold the North
"Winter is almost upon us, boy. And winter is death. I would sooner my men die fighting for the Ned's little girl than alone and hungry in the snow, weeping tears that freeze upon their cheeks. No one sings songs of men who die like that. As for me, I am old. This will be my last winter. Let me bathe in Bolton blood before I die. I want to feel it spatter across my face when my axe bites deep into a Bolton skull. I want to lick it off my lips and die with the taste of it on my tongue."
— The King's prize, ADWD
"When Robert dies, Harry the Heir becomes Lord Harrold, Defender of the Vale and Lord of the Eyrie. Jon Arryn's bannermen will never love me, nor our silly, shaking Robert, but they will love their Young Falcon . . . and when they come together for his wedding, and you come out with your long auburn hair, clad in a maiden's cloak of white and grey with a direwolf emblazoned on the back . . . why, every knight in the Vale will pledge his sword to win you back your birthright."
— Alayne II, AFFC
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Electric Love, Chapter 21, The End
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: mentions of minor character death, mentions of being locked up against their will, manipulation, Nomad! Steve
“Very good my darling,” Melina smiled, tracking the pig through the maze. She frowned when the tablet went off, letting her know that someone was on her land. Her eyes went wide, and she started towards her rifle, “Get inside.”
The pigs scurried off towards the house, alerting the two young women inside. Hannah looked at Ellie, “what’s going on?”
“Mom’s got it covered, Hannah…we’re safe,” She noticed the woman who was a little older than her start to glow, “Hannah…”
The woman looked beyond nervous, “I-I should go.”
But Ellie took her hand, “You can’t leave…”
“Welcome to my humble abode,” Melina smiled, kicking the door open, “make yourself at home!”
“Nat!” The older woman smiled at Hannah, and she rushed her, wrapping her arms around her waist, “I-tell me that Steve found Bucky…tell me Steve is okay…”
“We’ll talk later.”
Hannah felt her anxiety rise, “Nat….is Steve okay?”
“He’s on the run, Han…”
She took a shuddering breath in, “he-he’s gone?”
“He’s in the wind…but he told me to give you this.”
Her breath caught in her throat as Nat handed her an envelope. She was quick to disappear into the spare room, the envelope in her hand. She had hardly realized that she was staring as long as she had until she noticed that it was dark outside.
Slowly, she opened it, and was hit with his naturally calming scent. Slightly musky, but crisp and fresh. She wondered how long that it had been since he penned it.
“Oh Steve…” she sighed to herself, stroking the paper. Looking at the letter, she felt like she could practically hear his voice as she read it.
“Hannah…your dad told me why you ran…promptly before he tried to kill me. I guess we both have a lot of explaining to do when we see one another again. Hopefully we find one another before our child is born…hopefully, you want to keep our child. After Dot, I never thought anyone else would ever be the potential mother of my child…I put it out of my mind, telling myself that it was just one of those things I’d never be able to have. But you were always the dame to break that mold…always the one that was sweet on me, telling me that I deserved it. Telling me that I deserved to have love, and a family, just like everyone else did. And I’m beyond grateful for that…we all need family. And while you have your father…you and the baby are mine. We’ve talked about it before, and we agreed when we started to date, that you saw me as part of your family…your future. I wasn’t joking when I said that you were mine. You know I’d been alone since I was 18. Since my mom passed. Aside from having Dot and Buck, I never really fit in anywhere. Not even in the army. But despite that, I put my faith in everyone and anyone. And for the most part, it hasn’t led me astray. That’s how you and I came to be. I trusted you. I still do.”
She sniffled, wiping away the tears from her face as she looked away from his letter. She knew that she had to run, and she had fought every instinct to stay with Steve. But she couldn’t let the baby suffer for her choices, “It’s why I believe that you are right. I haven’t signed the accords. Instead, I started following in your path. I found Bucky. Together we found the bunker in Siberia. It’s where your dad almost killed me…I went on the run. I needed to make sure I could get to the raft. The rest of them are locked up. Nat told me that you are safe. And for that, I have to trust you, yet again. I have to trust that we’ll find one another. Have to put my faith in the fact that one day I’ll see you again…and our child…that I’ll get to be with you, lay with you, kiss you. It’s the little things that we too often take advantage of, that makes us forget what we really need in our life. And I need you, Hannah…even if you won’t come to my physically, I pray every night that when I fall asleep I will see you. I pray that it isn’t just a fantasy that my mind made up to satiate itself…I pray that I get to feel you again. Please come back to me…I miss you bunny. Take care of our little super soldier. Until I see you again, Love Steve.”
Hannah bawled, until she felt the static in the air change. She recognized it quickly. It was the same kind of technology from the hela-carriers. With worry in her heart, she opened a portal as lights surrounded the house. She opened it to the safehouse that she and Steve had set up when they first started to date. She sighed to herself knowing that the two of them had joked about it one day being their endgame; their home where they would raise their children.
She was quiet in the way she padded through the hall of the lonely Brooklyn brownstone. Her fingers grazed the photographs that the two of them had accumulated, and she paused on one from Christmas. Her and Steve were wearing matching ‘ugly Christmas sweaters,’ with big grins on their faces. Another one was from Steve’s birthday, where she’d forced him to wear one of those horrible paper cone hats that read ‘happy birthday’ and she was blowing a noise maker at his face. She could tell that he was annoyed with the birthday party, but the camera had managed to catch him giving her the sweetest, most loving look.
Padding up the stairs, she made her way to the master bedroom, and began to take the cover sheets off the bed and dresser. She frowned when she saw one of Steve’s shirts still on the bed. Lifting it, she felt tears slip down her cheeks as it still vaguely smelled like him. With a heavy heart, she slipped out of her clothes and into the large shirt, before tucking herself into the bed.
His side still smelled like him.
She thought about his letter and tried to focus her attention to see if Steve was awake or not.
A young, clean-cut Bucky clapped a pre-serum Steve on the shoulder, “we looked for you after…my folks wanted to give you a ride home, punk.”
Steve frowned, standing on the steps of the familiar brownstone, “I know…I just kind of wanted to be alone.”
“How was it?”
Steve nodded, not entirely wanting to talk about it, “its okay…she’s next to dad.”
“I was gonna say-“
“I know what you’re gonna say Buck.”
“We can put the couch cushions on the floor, like when we were kids,” Bucky offered, “it’ll be fun. All you gotta do is shine my shoes…take out the trash…”
“You’re a piece of work, Buck.” Steve laughed.
Bucky kicked the brick and grabbed the spare key, handing it to Steve, “come on, Steve.”
“Thank you, Buck,” Steve sighed, “but I can get by on my own.”
“The thing is, you don’t have to,” Bucky frowned, putting his hand on his friend’s shoulder once more, “I’m here with you til the end of the line pal.”
“You always play the sad memories…”
The Bucky from his former days, as well as the pre-serum version of himself faded until it was Steve standing on the porch of the brownstone. He gave a sad smile.
“That really you?” he asked, “or is my mind messing with me again? I feel like I’ve seen you in my dreams since you ran out on me…”
“I had to, Steve…they would have locked us up.”
Steve frowned, his eyes turning down towards her stomach, “y-you’re really…”
“Yeah…turns out I’m fourteen weeks…out of the first trimester…you’re a daddy, Steve…”
Steve’s breath hitched in his throat, and she let him see her as she was. Tears welled up in his eyes, “your home…aren’t you?”
“Only place that felt right,” she admitted with a frown. Steve gave a heavy sigh, and she bit her lip, “I-I wanted to spend the night here…I-I miss you so much, Steve.”
“I love you, baby…” Steve cried, letting himself break down ever so slightly. He ran to her and wrapped his arms around her, “god…I know it’s not the same…but I feel like I’m holding you…I-I can hear it’s heartbeat…”
She froze, “Y-You can?”
“It’s quick…”
“A baby’s heartbeat usually is.”
“It’s strong…”
“Like it’s daddy.”
“I’m not strong enough to be without you,” he admitted, his face buried in her hair. He sobbed into the crown of her head as he held her, “god…I miss you so much, Hannah…I jus-“
“I can’t come back, Steve…I can’t let them take me…” she muttered, “I can’t let them know about our baby.”
“Come to Wakanda…” Steve begged, “I-Nat’s meeting up with me in a few days…you were right…they locked up Wanda…and Clint. And Sam and Scott…anyone that didn’t agree with the accords…you were right to run, baby…but Wakanda will offer us asylum…meet me there.”
“C-can we trust them not to hurt us, Steve?”
“I trust them, Hannah…and I trust you,” he said nervously, “but I need you to trust me...I need to know that your safe…I need to know that our child is safe. I need you to be in my arms again.”
"And I need to know our child is safe," you whispered, pressing a kiss firmly to his lips, "If you want to see me, you're going to have to come find us, Steve..."
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Wicked (Charlie Barber x Reader)
Summary: They say you can be whoever or whatever you want on Halloween - but what if this year you want to dress up as a brat?
Words: 5,707
Warnings: Use of Daddy, Bratting, Halloween costumes, smut, oral sex, PIV sex, pet names, facials, vibrators, sex toys, aftercare
Notes: Co-written with @weareallstoriesintheend 💕
You walk aimlessly around the overcrowded Halloween shop, mind wandering as you try to find a costume you actually liked; which was proving rather difficult as the options were either something slutty or an old woman.
Seriously? These were the options?
You groan in frustration. All you wanted was to have a fun evening at home with your boyfriend Charlie. It was going to be your first Halloween together where he didn’t have Henry to look after. This meant no kid parties, no matching costumes, and no trick-or-treating. Just you and Charlie alone in his apartment.
That’s why you wanted your outfit to be just right, so that you and Charlie could simply enjoy Halloween as adults. However, that seemed impossible with the cheap selection laid out before you.
Starting to lose your patience you wonder if perhaps you needed a different type of costume. That’s when you got the best idea.
You didn’t need a costume. What you needed was lingerie.
You try desperately not to grin too wide as you make your way out of the generic Halloween store and down the street to the little hole in the wall adult shop you’d always been curious to check out.
If they didn’t have the perfect outfit for your Halloween celebration then no one would.
A week later and it was Halloween. You had been waiting patiently but finally it was time to reveal your surprise.
You reach Charlie’s apartment at a quarter to six, buzzing with excitement and nerves.
‘He’s going to love this!’ You think to yourself smugly, and unlock the front door with your spare key.
A glossy red bag swinging loosely in your grasp as you make your way inside. You practically skip, giddy with the prospect of what you had secured in the bag…. and under your dress.
You squeeze your thighs together. The lace against your flesh is already getting you excited. You needed to find Charlie- now.
The sound of his rich voice leads you right to him. He doesn’t notice you, too busy on the phone talking to his assistant about call back auditions. His tone and the way he rubs at his temple tells you that he’s frustrated.
You would just have to fix that.
Soon, Charlie Barber would forget all about work and be focused on something much more important...
You.
With Charlie distracted you hurry into the bedroom and hide the last part of your costume under one of his pillows.
You take a quick look in the mirror to check your makeup and hair before slipping on a satin white headband complete with matching bunny ears.
You bite your bottom lip and rock on the balls of your feet, knowing the rest of your “costume” lies under your long-sleeved, maroon colored dress. The silk fabric of your dress ends right at your knee and is covered in tiny white flowers.
With the plan set you make your way back towards a grumpy looking Charlie. This time you march right up to him and stand in front of him expectantly.
Charlie makes eye contact with you, giving you a small apologetic smile for still being on the phone. That is until he notices the ears placed on top of your head. He gives you a quizzical look, not yet connecting the dots.
You direct his gaze to the hem of your dress, toying with it and twirling it around your fingers. The motion hikes up your skirt to reveal the smallest peek of the baby pink garter belts you were wearing.
The muscles in Charlie’s shoulders stiffen.
“Come play Daddy.” You whisper knowing you had him right where you wanted him.
“I’m going to have to call you back.” Charlie abruptly hangs up the phone and tosses it onto the dining room table.
You feel his fingertips running along your flesh from your kneecaps to your thighs. His touch leaves a trail of goosebumps.
“What’s all this for, babygirl?” Charlie coos, his earlier irritation seemingly melting away.
“I wanted to surprise you. So I went out and got a very special costume.”
His head cocks to the side, intrigued to know more, “Is that so?”
You nod cutely, “Uh-huh! Happy Halloween, Daddy.”
Deep brown eyes dance in amusement, “And a Happy Halloween to you too, my girl.”
His once light touches quickly turn rough as his fingers grip at your thighs.
“Lets see this costume of yours, hm?” After the pent up frustrations of the day, Charlie was ready to forget himself in you, but you didn’t feel like being a good girl just yet.
You shake your head ‘no’ and take a step back. Just out of his reach.
“No?” Charlie’s brow creases. He’s momentarily at a loss for words. You never told him no.
“What’s gotten into my good girl?” He sounds surprised, but nonetheless holds out his hand for you with a smile, “Come show Daddy.”
You shake your head again, giggling mischievously.
The smile drops from Charlie’s face. “Little one,” He growls, his tone firm. “What did I just say? Come over here… Now. ”
He looks at you pointedly, gesturing for you to step forward.
Once more you shake your head, biting back a wide grin. “You'll have to catch your little rabbit.”
“You want me to catch you?”
You answer by taking a few steps back. Charlie rises to the challenge, stepping towards you, testing you.
“Maybe Daddy doesn’t have it in him to catch me.” You whisper teasingly, taking a second step back to see if he’ll follow. Naturally, he does.
He takes another step forward and you take one back. The tension grows between you, tight like a bow string ready to fucking snap.
The look in Charlie’s eyes makes your nipples harden. He didn’t like that you were misbehaving and yet… He wanted more.
Your heart hammers in your chest, you feel like his prey which is exactly what you wanted. You wanted him to fucking devour you.
“Better start running, little rabbit.”
Your stomach drops at the intensity of his words, but you take off. To give yourself some momentum, you use your hands to push yourself off of a nearby wall. You run as fast as you can throughout his apartment and down the hallway.
You give a quick look over your shoulder to see Charlie not even bothering to run after you. Totally unphased he gives you a head start before stalking after you.
His footsteps hit heavily upon the floor, letting you hear him gaining on you.
Your heart thunders in your chest as you try to bound into the bedroom and hide, but with legs as long as Charlie’s he easily catches up to you. His arms extend and grab you tightly around the waist.
You squeal, squirming in his arms in an attempt to get away. Charlie easily pulls you flush against his body, your back to his chest.
“Did you really think you'd escape me so easily, little rabbit?” Comes the low rumble in your ear.
The sound liquefies your insides. Your thighs clench to try and dull the throbbing ache. Charlie grinds himself against you which only increases your squirming.
Your chest rises and falls with your heavy breaths, “No fair! You're so tall- it's cheating!” You pout looking up at him with big eyes.
Charlie laughs darkly, looking down at your cute pouting face, “I warned you-” He pauses to run his hand softly up your body, caressing your delicious curves and up towards your breasts, “-not to test me.”
He tweaks your nipples through your clothes before reaching up to wrap a large hand around your throat. Your movements still and instead your body shudders under the force of his touch.
“But I like tests. I was a great student in school.” You tease while trying to remain calm. You were determined to not give in so easily.
“I'm sure you were such a good little school girl.” He growls and squeezes a little tighter around your neck, “But look at you now... determined to be so very bad .”
You shiver, eyes closing as the tiniest moan leaves your parted lips. Subconsciously you press your ass against him, whimpering when you feel the prominent bulge already forming in the front of his pants.
Charlie groans when you wiggle back against him and jerks your head so you look up at him. “Didn't you have something to show me?”
“I'm not sure what you mean?”
Your feigned wide eyed innocence makes his cock twitch and Charlie ruts himself into your back so you can feel him even more. He teasingly flicks your headband with his free hand before he drops his voice down to a low whisper in your ear, “What's caused all this attitude hmmm? My sweet little girl is so feisty today.”
“Well, it is Halloween after all. I wanted to be wicked.” You huff, biting your bottom lip slightly and pushing yourself harder against his cock. You’re wearing nothing but a tiny thong under your dress, leaving only that and his layers of clothes between you.
Charlie huffed in irritation at your defiance, “So, you want to be a bad girl? A bad girl hiding something under her pretty dress.”
Dropping both his hands to grip your thighs he presses thick fingers into your soft skin. He leans down so his chin is resting on your shoulder so he can continue to whisper in your ear, enjoying the shivers he's pulling out of you.
You whimper slightly and lean back into him, forgetting yourself for a moment.
Charlie hums in acknowledgment at his affect over you. “Still such a shame because Daddy wanted to play and see those cute little panties you're hiding under there. But you know the rules-”
As he speaks he curls his fingers under the hem of your maroon dress and runs light touches up your bare skin. He thrusts his hips forward, his cock growing harder with each passing second.
“Only good girls get played with.” Charlie finishes his sentence with a smile and hopes you can feel the outline of him, hard and thick against your back.
The blood rushes to your face when you feel him firmer against you. “It's more of a thong if I'm honest.”
Charlie tugs on your nipples through your dress to stop your cheekiness, “Brat.” he hisses and goes to pull away.
You cry out at the loss of contact and grab his hands to pull them back to your breasts. Charlie smiles in satisfaction, knowing your bad girl act wouldn’t last for much longer.
It takes all your strength to hold him in place but you still manage to look over your shoulder and give him your best pleading eyes. “Don’t go Daddy. Please?”
As fun as this new feisty side of you was, watching the defiance in you falter makes him throb.
Charlie coos at your soft, wide eyed expression, “Oh? Now those certainly don’t look like the eyes of a bad girl. I thought you wanted to be a bad, little rabbit?”
Making use of his hands being back on your breasts he pinches your nipples again. This time hard enough to make your hold on his hands loosen.
You moan in response and Charlie abruptly pulls his hands out from under yours. Gripping your shoulders, he spins you around so that you’re facing him. You push yourself into his chest but Charlie is already backing away, making his way into the bedroom.
With a whine you go to follow him but stop at Charlie’s firm order. “Stay put.”
This time you obey and watch as Charlie’s hand drops to his cock.
“Daddy can't lie, you've got him all riled up.” He moans, roughly palming himself through his pants. “So maybe I should treat you like a bad girl.”
You lose all ability over your oral motor skills. Your throat is suddenly too dry to even swallow.
Pleased by your apparent inability to speak, Charlie starts unbuttoning his blue dress shirt. Your eyes dart to every new piece of exposed flesh. Next, he runs his hands down his chest to his belt buckle. He spares no time undoing it, as well as unzipping his pants. Once free, he pushes them and his underwear down before sitting on the edge of the bed completely naked.
He leans back some, getting comfortable and holding himself up with one hand while the other lazily strokes his cock, “Take off the dress, Little One.”
Your mouth waters at the sight of him. So strong and in control as he touches himself. The lace of your thong clings to the slick outer lips of your cunt. Your desperation to be touched finally eclipses your need to misbehave. You turn around to face away from him, reach for the bottom of your dress and pull it up above your head. Carefully, you let it slip out of your grasp, the dress pooling in a heap on the floor.
You stand unmoving letting his dark eyes roam over the details of your costume. The bra and thong are both made up of delicate swirls of baby pink lace, complete with matching garter belts. Attached to the thong, right at the top of your butt is a fluffy white cotton tail.
Charlie growls at the sight and leans forward to deliver a swift smack to your ass. You jump, arching your ass back into the touch.
“Mmh, look at you. With your cute little tail right above that perfect fucking ass.”
The praise makes you shiver and look over your shoulder to see him smirking and tugging his cock faster. “Turn around for me sweetheart. Let me see you.”
You turn around, giving Charlie a peak at your taut nipples through the lace of the bra.
It’s too difficult to wait so you take a few tentative steps towards him before crawling into his lap. You wrap one arm around his neck while the other skims down his broad chest.
Charlie knows you’re trying to trick him into forgetting your earlier actions, but he would stick to his guns. He had plans for his little rabbit and your soft hands and pretty eyes wouldn’t derail him.
He tuts under his breath but you revel in how his skin pricks with goosebumps at your touch, “So she wants to be good now does she?” Charlie leans in and whispers close to your face, letting his breath fan over you.
Before you can respond he wraps his arms around you and lifts you up only to drop you onto the bed. “No little rabbit, you wanted to be bad so now you have to earn being good. I said, stay put!”
His forceful command makes you whimper. You watch as he stands back and starts playing with his cock, just out of your reach.
It hurts not being able to touch him.
“Maybe I should make my bad little girl beg? I like it when you whimper for me.” He teases watching your hands twitch in your lap. You look so unsure of what to do next and it turns him on all the more, “Your nipples look so painfully hard my poor girl, play with them for me.”
With a pout you sit up on your knees and reach behind you to unclasp your bra. You sit back on your heels, knees apart as you slip into sub stance. Now wearing nothing but the bunny tail thong and garters.
You cup your breasts in both hands and massage them gently, “Like this Daddy?”
Charlie moans when you start to pinch your nipples, “My sweet girl. Exactly like that. Keep going.”
His gaze drops to your parted knees, catching sight of the wet spot in the front of your panties.
Dark brown eyes glaze over.
Needy.
Feral.
“ Fuck, baby.”
He swears breathlessly as he jerks his cock faster. His fist moves up and down his length from the base to the tip over and over again.
His perfect beautiful girl kneeling before him was enough to bring him closer to the edge of cumming. But not before he taught you a lesson. Leisurely, Charlie walks closer to you, letting you eye the drop of precum beading on the head of his cock. He keeps moving closer until his cock is right in front of you.
So close that you could wrap your lips around it. If only he’d let you!
You look up at him desperately.
“What does my little rabbit want?” Charlie teases, laughing to himself at his next choice of words. “Does my little rabbit want a nice, thick carrot in her mouth?”
Without thinking you lick your lips, looking at him as if he was a whole meal for you to eat. You whimper pitifully but Charlie continues to jerk his cock inches from your lips.
He groans at the feeling of the muscles in his stomach tensing as he gets closer to cumming, “Maybe I should just cum all over that pretty little face and leave you there untouched?”
Your eyes widened in horror, “N-No please Daddy. I want to taste and I want to be touched!”
You meet his gaze, hands dropping from your breasts to grip the sheets by your knees. You lean in closer, pushing your ass out so he has a better view of your cottontail.
The last thing you do is open your mouth for him. Proof that all you wanted to do was please him.
Charlie moans at your act of submission, his free hand stroking the top of your head, “Oh that's my good girl, there she is. Looking like such a hungry little slut for me.”
He sounds so pleased that you practically purr at the praise.
“You want to be good for Daddy? Then you’re going to learn your lesson and swallow all of Daddy’s cum before I even think about touching you. Understand, little rabbit?”
“I understand. Every drop.” You open your mouth wider and stick out your tongue. He's standing so close to you that your tongue strokes the underside of the head of his cock. You look up at him with large begging eyes, practically drooling from your mouth being so wide open and your tongue sticking out.
At the feeling of your hot wet tongue Charlie moans from deep within his chest. It’s a dark guttural sound that makes your cunt impossibly wetter.
“Look at you, already drooling. So eager to taste Daddy’s cum.”
The veins in his cock pulse against his palm and on your tongue. His free hand strokes its thumb over your cheek, making sure your attention is on him when he speaks. “Looks like someone’s back to being an obedient little slut. I'm glad you've learnt your lesson.”
You nod, a needy whine bleeding from your throat.
The pitiful sounds you let out are enough to send him over the edge. Charlie moans your name and paints ropes of cum over your wanting tongue.
You can't help from wrapping your lips around the head and sucking on it like hard candy. Charlie continues to stroke himself into your mouth as you suck down every last drop, only stopping when he pulls his cock from your mouth.
He stands back, panting and watching you happily swallow down his load.
Charlie hums and leans down to kiss you. He strokes his tongue deep into your mouth while running his fingers up into your hair to grip a fistful. “Do you think you've earned back the title of being my good girl?”
You shudder in his grasp, rubbing your thighs together to relieve the ache in your cunt, “I’ve learned my lesson Daddy. I swear it.”
A sly grin comes over Charlie’s features. His voice drops an octave as he whispers.
“We’ll see about that.”
With his hand still in your hair, he pulls you to your feet and sits down in your place. He releases you, his touch feather-light coming up your thighs to the elastic band of your thong.
His mouth falls open in a groan when he sees how soaked they are. The pink lace now stained with your slick.
“As much as Daddy has enjoyed your costume. It needs to come off now.” Charlie pulls down your panties and helps you step out of them.
Charlie reaches up and adjusts the bunny ears to stop them from falling and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. The fact he can still be gentle while punishing you makes you smile. A reassuring feeling washing over you that despite you being bratty- you are still cared for.
“You were such a good girl swallowing down all my cum. Tell me, what does the little rabbit want for a reward?”
Your ears literally perk up at his words. Without hesitation you scramble onto the bed and quickly pull out a carrot shaped vibrator from under your pillow that you’d hidden earlier, “I want this Daddy.”
Charlie tries not to laugh at the shape of the toy and your sheepish expression.
He isn’t quick enough to respond so you feel the need to entice him. You sit back against the pillows, knees drawn to your chest before letting them part to reveal your wet cunt to him. You don’t hesitate to turn it on and rub it along your folds, “Please? Come play with your cock hungry little rabbit.”
Charlie growls, his earlier amusement evaporated. He slides up the bed to sit on his side beside you, “Well look at you little one, so fucking wet for me.”
You nod, the toy touching your clit and making you whimper.
His hand comes up to take it from you, a sinister smirk on his face, “Should Daddy take over, little one? Fuck you with your carrot and stretch you open before I give you my cock?”
Your eyes nearly cross, nodding at his question. He takes the toy as you hand it to him and plays with it in his hands for a second, seeing it glisten with how wet you’ve gotten it already without it even being inside you. He turns the vibration down to the lowest setting and looks at you, holding your gaze. He slips it between his full, plush lips tasting your juices on it, groaning in satisfaction as he did, and getting it wetter before holding it against your hole.
“You want me to stretch you so you can take my cock? Like this?” He pushes the toy achingly slow into you before turning the vibration up one setting.
“Yes! Please stretch me open. Need to be stretched open for Daddy's cock!” Your moans grow louder, hips rocking into the toy.
“My beautiful, impatient girl,” He watches as you screw your eyes shut in pleasure, “You're being so good for me now, babygirl.”
As a reward, Charlie turns the vibrations up higher and starts to pump the toy in and out of you. He groans at the sound of how wet your pussy has gotten for him.
His stomach tightens as he watches you, his cock throbbing firmly against his stomach, “Don't shut those beautiful eyes sweetheart. I want you to look at me while I fuck this tight little hole.”
You whine back at him, feeling a familiar ache build up in your core, “Daddyyyyy. I'm so close! My pussy feels so full.”
“Yes, little one keep talking to me. You know how much Daddy loves it when you beg for him.” Large fingers take a hold of your jaw, holding you still so he can place a quick kiss to your trembling lips. He urgently coaxes you towards your orgasm needing to get his chance to be inside you, “I want you to cum for me baby. Cum for me, then Daddy will fuck you as much as you need.”
“F-Fuck! Daddy yes!” you grind into the toy harder and feel it touch your g-spot and it throws you over the edge of bliss.
You cry out his name, his real one, and shudder violently as you cum around the toy. Moans bleed from your throat. The aftershocks rip through you, but Charlie holds you steady- grounding you.
“Fuck my girl is so pretty when she cums. I can't wait to see it again.”
Charlie chuckles at the sight of your now lopsided bunny ears and reaches up to pull the headband from your head. Your eyes open to find him grinning down at you.
You might have just came, but it is clear that Charlie isn’t through with you just yet.
“Does my little rabbit want Daddy's cock?”
You nod with a hazy smile on your face.
Without missing a beat, he slowly moves you both so that you sit straddling his lap once more, “Fuck, baby, Daddy is so desperate for you.”
Once on his lap you position yourself over him, Charlie’s hand helps guide his cock to your entrance. You purposely move slowly, so that you can feel the stretch of inner walls.
He’s so fucking thick .
It doesn’t matter how many times he’s fucked you. His cock always stretches you to your limit. You place your hands on Charlie’s broad chest, anchoring yourself as you start to roll your hips.
It’s clear he’s attempting to remain still. His jaw set from the way he grinds his teeth. He’s trying to give you time to adjust to his size.
But you can feel him throbbing inside your tightness, making you gasp, “Daddy's cock is throbbing so much. Does Daddy feel good?”
“Yes… feels fucking amazing, baby.” Warm brown eyes roll back at the feeling of your heat fully wrapped around him. You’ve taken every inch of him now and it makes him feral. “This delicious fucking cunt is perfect, do you know that? Do you know how perfect you are?”
His breathless words of praise make you blush, grinding into him harder as your nails bite into the flesh of his chest. Charlie doesn’t care, his only focus is feeling you take all of him-making him growl.
The low sound has your mouth falling open in a little ‘o’ shape as you buck against him in search of friction.
He smirks teasingly at you as you buck into him. His hands move to your waist and guide you to start bouncing on his cock.
Slowly at first, but then he keeps talking.
“Can you feel how deep I am? Daddy is so proud of his girl and her hungry cunt.”
Your movements speed up, quickly becoming sloppy as your thighs shake. You’re a desperate thing and Charlie knows it. Your cunt clenches around him in response to every dirty word he speaks.
“That’s it, fuck Daddy’s cock like the mindless little rabbit you are. I want you to cum again for me sweetheart, can you do that? I want to feel this pussy gush all over me.”
You try to verbally respond but nothing other than nonsensical nosies leave your mouth.
Smugly, Charlie sits up straighter and plants his feet in the mattress, giving him a better angle to thrust up into you.
You cry out, hands grope at his arms and shoulders- anywhere you could reach as he fucks you. Flesh smacking together the more aggressive you both become.
Charlie reaches for the vibrator turning it all the way up and placing it in your hand, “Put this on that needy clit for me little rabbit.”
He watches how your eyes blow wide but nonetheless you take it from him, and instantly place it on your clit. You bite your bottom lip to stop from screaming, much to Charlie’s displeasure.
“Louder! Daddy wants to hear you.” He grabs your free hand and pulls it tight behind your back, giving you no other choice but to sit atop his cock and take his brutal thrusts.
Your vision blurs from the assault of pleasure on your senses. Your body is a sweaty trembling mess as he fucks you. Your clit throbs and pulses in time with your heavy breathing.
All the while Charlie watches you as if you’re performing some beautifully written sonnet.
“That's it beautiful girl, cum for me.” He grunts, speeding up as much as possible as you start chanting at him.
“Yes! Make me cum, Daddy! Make me cum! Make me fucking cum!”
You already have his permission so you don’t stop yourself when your orgams washes over you. You tense and then release- slick gushing out of you and all the way down to Charlie’s balls.
Probably even to the sheets below him.
You gasp for breath as if you’re drowning- needing to fill your lungs with enough oxygen. Charlie holds you as you slump against him, pressing kisses to your skin as you try to regain yourself.
He slows down his thrusts until he is languidly stroking your walls to let you come down.
After a moment you look down at him, still gasping, “D-Daddy cums now?”
He chuckles and his voice comes out strained as he tries to hold himself together for you, “Yes, rabbit. Daddy comes now. Where do you want Daddy to cum? I'll give you the choice since you're behaving again.”
You look deep into his eyes and whimper, “Fill me up with your cum Daddy. I want every drop that you can give me, please?”
His cock twitches at your words and Charlie instantly picks up his pace. Your hands move to his shoulders to steady yourself. His thrusts are less precise now that his orgasm is approaching but they remain forceful. Your entire body shaking and bouncing from it as you whimper.
The sound of your whines make him reach out and capture your face in his hand. He kisses you and presses his forehead against yours, gritting his teeth and growling.
“Such a good girl aren't you? Wanting Daddy to fill you up, letting Daddy cum for you. So good to me.” He pants as he feels himself getting closer to cumming, rambling as he loses himself in the feeling of your cunt.
He releases your face and lowers his hands to your breasts pulling harshly on your nipples. You cry out, your cunt clenching around him-giving him the exact response he wanted.
He smiles through gritted teeth, tugging on the other nipple and it’s enough to push him over the edge. Charlie’s hips stutter and he moans your name, eyes rolling back slightly as you continue to clench around him.
His cock pulses, filling you up to the brim with his cum and overflowing.
Making a fucking mess that has you both shuddering.
Charlie slowly starts to come down. Muscles relaxing to slump against the headboard. He pulls you down with him so he can kiss you.
He meets your lips with a blissful sigh, “Thank you, sweetheart.”
Carefully Charlie slips out of you, moaning lewdly as he watches the mix of cum drip from your swollen cunt, “Look at you my messy girl. That tight little hole is just dripping!”
You huff and hide your face in embarrassment, but Charlie chuckles and shuffles you both to lay back against the pillows. You on your side and Charlie on his back.
He pulls you closer, letting you snuggle into the crook of his neck while he kisses your forehead.
For a moment you both enjoy the silence, bodies settling comfortably until Charlie speaks. His tone is soft, wanting to check in with you. “Daddy is sorry if he teased you too much.”
“Don't be sorry Daddy, I was trying to push your buttons so we could play.”
Charlie nods and keeps placing kisses to forehead as your breathing gets slower, “I have a question for you, but first do you need anything little one?”
You smile at him softly and shake your head 'no', “Just you.”
He runs his fingers through your hair, pulling it just enough to massage your scalp, “Was that all it was? Pushing me so we could play?” His finger moves under your chin, and tilts it so you look up at him, “It's not like my good girl to act out. Where did the attitude come from, huh?”
A look of worry comes over your face and Charlie leans in to kiss it away.
“I’m not saying I didn’t like it. I definitely liked it.” He playfully nips at your nose causing you to giggle, but when he speaks again his tone is serious, “Have you been feeling like I’ve been neglecting you? Is that why you felt like you needed to get my attention?”
You aggressively shake your head and reach up to stroke his jawline, “No, Daddy, no! I just...” your cheeks heat up, color flooding them before you can continue.
“They say Halloween is a day that you can be anyone you want to be. So, I thought it would be fun to dress up and be…. a naughty girl.” You bite your bottom lip, “Are you mad at me?”
“No baby, I'm not mad at you. Of course I'm not, I just wanted to make sure my girl is well taken care of.” He plants a reassuring kiss to your lips, “It makes me happy that you trust me enough to push boundaries like that. But promise you'll tell me if I go too far in the future? Or if the teasing is too much, okay?”
You nod in agreement, “Yes Charlie, I promise. But this wasn’t too much, I liked it very much.”
He smirks at you then, “I'll be honest little one, I don't know if you've noticed-“ he drops his voice to a whisper, “-but I like you feisty.”
Without warning, Charlie begins to attack your face with kisses. Kissing you from your brow to your chin, enjoying how you giggle and squirm while begging for mercy.
Satisfied, he takes a deep breath and looks at you with such adoration and affection that it nearly takes your breath away.
“Happy Halloween, Daddy.” You whisper, hands reaching to pull him closer.
Charlie hums in response, letting you guide him back down to your flushed face.
“Happy Halloween, little rabbit.” He whispers before crashing his lips to yours once more.
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Wicked (Charlie Barber x Reader)
Summary: They say you can be whoever or whatever you want on Halloween - but what if this year you want to dress up as a brat?
Warnings: Smut, Daddy Dom, Pet names, PIV sex, oral sex, use of vibrator, Halloween costumes
Word Count: 5710
Notes: Happy Halloween from me and my co-writer @ladyinwriting18 ❤️😏
You walk aimlessly around the overcrowded Halloween shop, mind wandering as you try to find a costume you actually liked; which was proving rather difficult as the options were either something slutty or an old woman.
Seriously? These were the options?
You groan in frustration. All you wanted was to have a fun evening at home with your boyfriend Charlie. It was going to be your first Halloween together where he didn’t have Henry to look after. This meant no kid parties, no matching costumes, and no trick-or-treating. Just you and Charlie alone in his apartment.
That’s why you wanted your outfit to be just right, so that you and Charlie could simply enjoy Halloween as adults. However, that seemed impossible with the cheap selection laid out before you.
Starting to lose your patience you wonder if perhaps you needed a different type of costume. That’s when you got the best idea.
You didn’t need a costume. What you needed was lingerie.
You try desperately not to grin too wide as you make your way out of the generic Halloween store and down the street to the little hole in the wall adult shop you’d always been curious to check out.
If they didn’t have the perfect outfit for your Halloween celebration then no one would.
A week later and it was Halloween. You had been waiting patiently but finally it was time to reveal your surprise.
You reach Charlie’s apartment at a quarter to six, buzzing with excitement and nerves.
‘He’s going to love this!’ You think to yourself smugly, and unlock the front door with your spare key.
A glossy red bag swinging loosely in your grasp as you make your way inside. You practically skip, giddy with the prospect of what you had secured in the bag…. and under your dress.
You squeeze your thighs together. The lace against your flesh is already getting you excited. You needed to find Charlie- now.
The sound of his rich voice leads you right to him. He doesn’t notice you, too busy on the phone talking to his assistant about call back auditions. His tone and the way he rubs at his temple tells you that he’s frustrated.
You would just have to fix that.
Soon, Charlie Barber would forget all about work and be focused on something much more important...
You.
With Charlie distracted you hurry into the bedroom and hide the last part of your costume under one of his pillows.
You take a quick look in the mirror to check your makeup and hair before slipping on a satin white headband complete with matching bunny ears.
You bite your bottom lip and rock on the balls of your feet, knowing the rest of your “costume” lies under your long-sleeved, maroon coloured dress. The silk fabric of your dress ends right at your knee and is covered in tiny white flowers.
With the plan set you make your way back towards a grumpy looking Charlie. This time you march right up to him and stand in front of him expectantly.
Charlie makes eye contact with you, giving you a small apologetic smile for still being on the phone. That is until he notices the ears placed on top of your head. He gives you a quizzical look, not yet connecting the dots.
You direct his gaze to the hem of your dress, toying with it and twirling it around your fingers. The motion hikes up your skirt to reveal the smallest peek of the baby pink garter belts you were wearing.
The muscles in Charlie’s shoulders stiffen.
“Come play Daddy.” You whisper knowing you had him right where you wanted him.
“I’m going to have to call you back.” Charlie abruptly hangs up the phone and tosses it onto the dining room table.
You feel his fingertips running along your flesh from your kneecaps to your thighs. His touch leaves a trail of goosebumps.
“What’s all this for, babygirl?” Charlie coos, his earlier irritation seemingly melting away.
“I wanted to surprise you. So I went out and got a very special costume.”
His head cocks to the side, intrigued to know more, “Is that so?”
You nod cutely, “Uh-huh! Happy Halloween, Daddy.”
Deep brown eyes dance in amusement, “And a Happy Halloween to you too, my girl.”
His once light touches quickly turn rough as his fingers grip at your thighs.
“Lets see this costume of yours, hm?” After the pent up frustrations of the day, Charlie was ready to forget himself in you, but you didn’t feel like being a good girl just yet.
You shake your head ‘no’ and take a step back. Just out of his reach.
“No?” Charlie’s brow creases. He’s momentarily at a loss for words. You never told him no.
“What’s gotten into my good girl?” He sounds surprised, but nonetheless holds out his hand for you with a smile, “Come show Daddy.”
You shake your head again, giggling mischievously.
The smile drops from Charlie’s face. “Little one,” He growls, his tone firm. “What did I just say? Come over here… Now.”
He looks at you pointedly, gesturing for you to step forward.
Once more you shake your head, biting back a wide grin. “You'll have to catch your little rabbit.”
“You want me to catch you?”
You answer by taking a few steps back. Charlie rises to the challenge, stepping towards you, testing you.
“Maybe Daddy doesn’t have it in him to catch me.” You whisper teasingly, taking a second step back to see if he’ll follow. Naturally, he does.
He takes another step forward and you take one back. The tension grows between you, tight like a bow string ready to fucking snap.
The look in Charlie’s eyes makes your nipples harden. He didn’t like that you were misbehaving and yet… He wanted more.
Your heart hammers in your chest, you feel like his prey which is exactly what you wanted. You wanted him to fucking devour you.
“Better start running, little rabbit.”
Your stomach drops at the intensity of his words, but you take off. To give yourself some momentum, you use your hands to push yourself off of a nearby wall. You run as fast as you can throughout his apartment and down the hallway.
You give a quick look over your shoulder to see Charlie not even bothering to run after you. Totally unphased he gives you a head start before stalking after you.
His footsteps hit heavily upon the floor, letting you hear him gaining on you.
Your heart thunders in your chest as you try to bound into the bedroom and hide, but with legs as long as Charlie’s he easily catches up to you. His arms extend and grab you tightly around the waist.
You squeal, squirming in his arms in an attempt to get away. Charlie is unphased and easily pulls you flush against his body, your back to his chest.
“Did you really think you'd escape me so easily, little rabbit?” Comes the low rumble in your ear.
The sound liquefies your insides. Your thighs clench to try and dull the throbbing ache. Charlie grinds himself against you which only increases your squirming.
Your chest rises and falls with your heavy breaths, “No fair! You're so tall- it's cheating!” You pout looking up at him with big eyes.
Charlie laughs darkly, looking down at your cute pouting face, “I warned you-” He pauses to run his hand softly up your body, caressing your delicious curves and up towards your breasts, “-not to test me.”
He tweaks your nipples through your clothes before reaching up to wrap a large hand around your throat. Your movements still and instead your body shudders under the force of his touch.
“But I like tests. I was a great student in school.” You tease while trying to remain calm. You were determined to not give in so easily.
“I'm sure you were such a good little school girl.” He growls and squeezes a little tighter around your neck, “But look at you now... determined to be so very bad.”
You shiver, eyes closing as the tiniest moan leaves your parted lips. Subconsciously you press your ass against him, whimpering when you feel the prominent bulge already forming in the front of his pants.
Charlie groans when you wiggle back against him and jerks your head so you look up at him. “Didn't you have something to show me?”
“I'm not sure what you mean?”
Your feigned wide eyed innocence makes his cock twitch and Charlie ruts himself into your back so you can feel him even more. He teasingly flicks your headband with his free hand before he drops his voice down to a low whisper in your ear, “What's caused all this attitude hmmm? My sweet little girl is so feisty today.”
“Well, it is Halloween after all. I wanted to be wicked.” You huff, biting your bottom lip slightly and pushing yourself harder against his cock. You’re wearing nothing but a tiny thong under your dress, leaving only that and his layers of clothes between you.
Charlie huffed in irritation at your defiance, “So, you want to be a bad girl? A bad girl hiding something under her pretty dress.”
Dropping both his hands to grip your thighs he presses thick fingers into your soft skin. He leans down so his chin is resting on your shoulder so he can continue to whisper in your ear, enjoying the shivers he's pulling out of you.
You whimper slightly and lean back into him, forgetting yourself for a moment.
Charlie hums in acknowledgment at his affect over you. “Still such a shame because Daddy wanted to play and see those cute little panties you're hiding under there. But you know the rules-”
As he speaks he curls his fingers under the hem of your maroon dress and runs light touches up your bare skin. He thrusts his hips forward, his cock growing harder with each passing second.
“Only good girls get played with.” Charlie finishes his sentence with a smile and hopes you can feel the outline of him, hard and thick against your back.
The blood rushes to your face when you feel him firmer against you. “It's more of a thong if I'm honest.”
Charlie tugs on your nipples through your dress to stop your cheekiness, “Brat.” he hisses and goes to pull away.
You cry out at the loss of contact and grab his hands to pull them back to your breasts. Charlie smiles in satisfaction, knowing your bad girl act wouldn’t last for much longer.
It takes all your strength to hold him in place but you still manage to look over your shoulder and give him your best pleading eyes. “Don’t go Daddy. Please?”
As fun as this new feisty side of you was, watching the defiance in you falter makes him throb.
Charlie coos at your soft, wide eyed expression, “Oh? Now those certainly don’t look like the eyes of a bad girl. I thought you wanted to be a bad, little rabbit?”
Making use of his hands being back on your breasts he pinches your nipples again. This time hard enough to make your hold on his hands loosen.
You moan in response and Charlie abruptly pulls his hands out from under yours. Gripping your shoulders, he spins you around so that you’re facing him. You push yourself into his chest but Charlie is already backing away, making his way into the bedroom.
With a whine you go to follow him but stop at Charlie’s firm order. “Stay put.”
This time you obey and watch as Charlie’s hand drops to his cock.
“Daddy can't lie, you've got him all riled up.” He moans, roughly palming himself through his pants. “So maybe I should treat you like a bad girl.”
You lose all ability over your oral motor skills. Your throat is suddenly too dry to even swallow.
Pleased by your apparent inability to speak, Charlie starts unbuttoning his blue dress shirt. Your eyes dart to every new piece of exposed flesh. Next, he runs his hands down his chest to his belt buckle. He spares no time undoing it, as well as unzipping his pants. Once free, he pushes them and his underwear down before sitting on the edge of the bed completely naked.
He leans back some, getting comfortable and holding himself up with one hand while the other lazily strokes his cock, “Take off the dress, Little One.”
Your mouth waters at the sight of him. So strong and in control as he touches himself. The lace of your thong clings to the slick outer lips of your cunt. Your desperation to be touched finally eclipses your need to misbehave. You turn around to face away from him, reach for the bottom of your dress and pull it up above your head. Carefully, you let it slip out of your grasp, the dress pooling in a heap on the floor.
You stand unmoving letting his dark eyes roam over the details of your costume. The bra and thong are both made up of delicate swirls of baby pink lace, complete with matching garter belts. Attached to the thong, right at the top of your butt is a fluffy white cotton tail.
Charlie growls at the sight and leans forward to deliver a swift smack to your ass. You jump, arching your ass back into the touch.
“Mmh, look at you. With your cute little tail right above that perfect fucking ass.”
The praise makes you shiver and look over your shoulder to see him smirking and tugging his cock faster. “Turn around for me sweetheart. Let me see you.”
You turn around, giving Charlie a peak at your taut nipples through the lace of the bra.
It’s too difficult to wait so you take a few tentative steps towards him before crawling into his lap. You wrap one arm around his neck while the other skims down his broad chest.
Charlie knows you’re trying to trick him into forgetting your earlier actions, but he would stick to his guns. He had plans for his little rabbit and your soft hands and pretty eyes wouldn’t derail him.
He tuts under his breath but you revel in how his skin pricks with goosebumps at your touch, “So she wants to be good now does she?” Charlie leans in and whispers close to your face, letting his breath fan over you.
Before you can respond he wraps his arms around you and lifts you up only to drop you onto the bed. “No little rabbit, you wanted to be bad so now you have to earn being good. I said, stay put!”
His forceful command makes you whimper. You watch as he stands back and starts playing with his cock, just out of your reach.
It hurts not being able to touch him.
“Maybe I should make my bad little girl beg? I like it when you whimper for me.” He teases watching your hands twitch in your lap. You look so unsure of what to do next and it turns him on all the more, “Your nipples look so painfully hard my poor girl, play with them for me.”
With a pout you sit up on your knees and reach behind you to unclasp your bra. You sit back on your heels, knees apart as you slip into sub stance. Now wearing nothing but the bunny tail thong and garters.
You cup your breasts in both hands and massage them gently, “Like this Daddy?”
Charlie moans when you start to pinch your nipples, “My sweet girl. Exactly like that. Keep going.”
His gaze drops to your parted knees, catching sight of the wet spot in the front of your panties.
Dark brown eyes glaze over.
Needy.
Feral.
“Fuck, baby.”
He swears breathlessly as he jerks his cock faster. His fist moves up and down his length from the base to the tip over and over again.
His perfect beautiful girl kneeling before him was enough to bring him closer to the edge of cumming. But not before he taught you a lesson. Leisurely, Charlie walks closer to you, letting you eye the drop of precum beading on the head of his cock. He keeps moving closer until his cock is right in front of you.
So close that you could wrap your lips around it. If only he’d let you!
You look up at him desperately.
“What does my little rabbit want?” Charlie teases, laughing to himself at his next choice of words. “Does my little rabbit want a nice, thick carrot in her mouth?”
Without thinking you lick your lips, looking at him as if he was a whole meal for you to eat. You whimper pitifully but Charlie continues to jerk his cock inches from your lips.
He groans at the feeling of the muscles in his stomach tensing as he gets closer to cumming, “Maybe I should just cum all over that pretty little face and leave you there untouched?”
Your eyes widened in horror, “N-No please Daddy. I want to taste and I want to be touched!”
You meet his gaze, hands dropping from your breasts to grip the sheets by your knees. You lean in closer, pushing your ass out so he has a better view of your cottontail.
The last thing you do is open your mouth for him. Proof that all you wanted to do was please him.
Charlie moans at your act of submission, his free hand stroking the top of your head, “Oh that's my good girl, there she is. Looking like such a hungry little slut for me.”
He sounds so pleased that you practically purr at the praise.
“You want to be good for Daddy? Then you’re going to learn your lesson and swallow all of Daddy’s cum before I even think about touching you. Understand, little rabbit?”
“I understand. Every drop.” You open your mouth wider and stick out your tongue. He's standing so close to you that your tongue strokes the underside of the head of his cock. You look up at him with large begging eyes, practically drooling from your mouth being so wide open and your tongue sticking out.
At the feeling of your hot wet tongue Charlie moans from deep within his chest. It’s a dark guttural sound that makes your cunt impossibly wetter.
“Look at you, already drooling. So eager to taste Daddy’s cum.”
The veins in his cock pulse against his palm and on your tongue. His free hand strokes it’s thumb over your cheek, making sure your attention is on him when he speaks. “Looks like someone’s back to being an obedient little slut. I'm glad you've learnt your lesson.”
You nod, a needy whine bleeding from your throat.
The pitiful sounds you let out are enough to send him over the edge. Charlie moans your name and paints ropes of cum over your wanting tongue.
You can't help from wrapping your lips around the head and sucking on it like hard candy. Charlie continues to stroke himself into your mouth as you suck down every last drop, only stopping when he pulls his cock from your mouth.
He stands back, panting and watching you happily swallow down his load.
Charlie hums and leans down to kiss you. He strokes his tongue deep into your mouth while running his fingers up into your hair to grip a fistful. “Do you think you've earned back the title of being my good girl?”
You shudder in his grasp, rubbing your thighs together to relieve the ache in your cunt, “I’ve learned my lesson Daddy. I swear it.”
A sly grin comes over Charlie’s features. His voice drops an octave as he whispers.
“We’ll see about that.”
With his hand still in your hair, he pulls you to your feet and sits down in your place. He releases you, his touch feather-light coming up your thighs to the elastic band of your thong.
His mouth falls open in a groan when he sees how soaked they are. The pink lace now stained with your slick.
“As much as Daddy has enjoyed your costume. It needs to come off now.” Charlie pulls down your panties and helps you step out of them.
Charlie reaches up and adjusts the bunny ears to stop them from falling and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. The fact he can still be gentle while punishing you makes you smile. A reassuring feeling washing over you that despite you being bratty- you are still cared for.
“You were such a good girl swallowing down all my cum. Tell me, what does the little rabbit want for a reward?”
Your ears literally perk up at his words. Without hesitation you scramble onto the bed and quickly pull out a carrot shaped vibrator from under your pillow that you’d hidden earlier, “I want this Daddy.”
Charlie tries not to laugh at the shape of the toy and your sheepish expression.
He isn’t quick enough to respond so you feel the need to entice him. You sit back against the pillows, knees drawn to your chest before letting them part to reveal your wet cunt to him. You don’t hesitate to turn it on and rub it along your folds, “Please? Come play with your cock hungry little rabbit.”
Charlie growls, his earlier amusement evaporated. He slides up the bed to sit on his side beside you, “Well look at you little one, so fucking wet for me.”
You nod, the toy touching your clit and making you whimper.
His hand comes up to take it from you, a sinister smirk on his face, “Should Daddy take over, little one? Fuck you with your carrot and stretch you open before I give you my cock?”
Your eyes nearly cross, nodding at his question. He takes the toy as you hand it to him and plays with it in his hands for a second, seeing it glisten with how wet you’ve gotten it already without it even being inside you. He turns the vibration down to the lowest setting and looks at you, holding your gaze. He slips it between his full, plush lips tasting your juices on it, groaning in satisfaction as he did, and getting it wetter before holding it against your hole.
“You want me to stretch you so you can take my cock? Like this?” He pushes the toy achingly slow into you before turning the vibration up one setting.
“Yes! Please stretch me open. Need to be stretched open for Daddy's cock!” Your moans grow louder, hips rocking into the toy.
“My beautiful, impatient girl,” He watches as you screw your eyes shut in pleasure, “You're being so good for me now, babygirl.”
As a reward, Charlie turns the vibrations up higher and starts to pump the toy in and out of you. He groans at the sound of how wet your pussy has gotten for him.
His stomach tightens as he watches you, his cock throbbing firmly against his stomach, “Don't shut those beautiful eyes sweetheart. I want you to look at me while I fuck this tight little hole.”
You whine back at him, feeling a familiar ache build up in your core, “Daddyyyyy. I'm so close! My pussy feels so full.”
“Yes, little one keep talking to me. You know how much Daddy loves it when you beg for him.” Large fingers take a hold of your jaw, holding you still so he can place a quick kiss to your trembling lips. He urgently coaxes you towards your orgasm needing to get his chance to be inside you, “I want you to cum for me baby. Cum for me, then Daddy will fuck you as much as you need.”
“F-Fuck! Daddy yes!” you grind into the toy harder and feel it touch your g-spot and it throws you over the edge of bliss.
You cry out his name, his real one, and shudder violently as you cum around the toy. Moans bleed from your throat. The aftershocks rip through you, but Charlie holds you steady- grounding you.
“Fuck my girl is so pretty when she cums. I can't wait to see it again.”
Charlie chuckles at the sight of your now lopsided bunny ears and reaches up to pull the headband from your head. Your eyes open to find him grinning down at you.
You might have just came, but it is clear that Charlie isn’t through with you just yet.
“Does my little rabbit want Daddy's cock?”
You nod with a hazy smile on your face.
Without missing a beat, he slowly moves you both so that you sit straddling his lap once more, “Fuck, baby, Daddy is so desperate for you.”
Once on his lap you position yourself over him, Charlie’s hand helps guide his cock to your entrance. You purposely move slowly, so that you can feel the stretch of inner walls.
He’s so fucking thick.
It doesn’t matter how many times he’s fucked you. His cock always stretches you to your limit. You place your hands on Charlie’s broad chest, anchoring yourself as you start to roll your hips.
It’s clear he’s attempting to remain still. His jaw set from the way he grinds his teeth. He’s trying to give you time to adjust to his size.
But you can feel him throbbing inside your tightness, making you gasp, “Daddy's cock is throbbing so much. Does Daddy feel good?”
“Yes… feels fucking amazing, baby.” Warm brown eyes roll back at the feeling of your heat fully wrapped around him. You’ve taken every inch of him now and it makes him feral. “This delicious fucking cunt is perfect, do you know that? Do you know how perfect you are?”
His breathless words of praise make you blush, grinding into him harder as your nails bite into the flesh of his chest. Charlie doesn’t care, his only focus is feeling you take all of him-making him growl.
The low sound has your mouth falling open in a little ‘o’ shape as you buck against him in search of friction.
He smirks teasingly at you as you buck into him. His hands move to your waist and guide you to start bouncing on his cock.
Slowly at first, but then he keeps talking.
“Can you feel how deep I am? Daddy is so proud of his girl and her hungry cunt.”
Your movements speed up, quickly becoming sloppy as your thighs shake. You’re a desperate thing and Charlie knows it. Your cunt clenches around him in response to every dirty word he speaks.
“That’s it, fuck Daddy’s cock like the mindless little rabbit you are. I want you to cum again for me sweetheart, can you do that? I want to feel this pussy gush all over me.”
You try to verbally respond but nothing other than nonsensical nosies leave your mouth.
Smugly, Charlie sits up straighter and plants his feet in the mattress, giving him a better angle to thrust up into you.
You cry out, hands grope at his arms and shoulders- anywhere you could reach as he fucks you. Flesh smacking together the more aggressive you both become.
Charlie reaches for the vibrator turning it all the way up and placing it in your hand, “Put this on that needy clit for me little rabbit.”
He watches how your eyes blow wide but nonetheless you take it from him, and instantly place it on your clit. You bite your bottom lip to stop from screaming, much to Charlie’s displeasure.
“Louder! Daddy wants to hear you.” He grabs your free hand and pulls it tight behind your back, giving you no other choice but to sit atop his cock and take his brutal thrusts.
Your vision blurs from the assault of pleasure on your senses. Your body is a sweaty trembling mess as he fucks you. Your clit throbs and pulses in time with your heavy breathing.
All the while Charlie watches you as if you’re performing some beautifully written sonnet.
“That's it beautiful girl, cum for me.” He grunts, speeding up as much as possible as you start chanting at him.
“Yes! Make me cum, Daddy! Make me cum! Make me fucking cum!”
You already have his permission so you don’t stop yourself when your orgams washes over you. You tense and then release- slick gushing out of you and all the way down to Charlie’s balls.
Probably even to the sheets below him.
You gasp for breath as if you’re drowning- needing to fill your lungs with enough oxygen. Charlie holds you as you slump against him, pressing kisses to your skin as you try to regain yourself.
He slows down his thrusts until he is languidly stroking your walls to let you come down.
After a moment you look down at him, still gasping, “D-Daddy cums now?”
He chuckles and his voice comes out strained as he tries to hold himself together for you, “Yes, rabbit. Daddy comes now. Where do you want Daddy to cum? I'll give you the choice since you're behaving again.”
You look deep into his eyes and whimper, “Fill me up with your cum Daddy. I want every drop that you can give me, please?”
His cock twitches at your words and Charlie instantly picks up his pace. Your hands move to his shoulders to steady yourself. His thrusts are less precise now that his orgasm is approaching but they remain forceful. Your entire body shaking and bouncing from it as you whimper.
The sound of your whines make him reach out and capture your face in his hand. He kisses you and presses his forehead against yours, gritting his teeth and growling.
“Such a good girl aren't you? Wanting Daddy to fill you up, letting Daddy cum for you. So good to me.” He pants as he feels himself getting closer to cumming, rambling as he loses himself in the feeling of your cunt.
He releases your face and lowers his hands to your breasts pulling harshly on your nipples. You cry out, your cunt clenching around him-giving him the exact response he wanted.
He smiles through gritted teeth, tugging on the other nipple and it’s enough to push him over the edge. Charlie’s hips stutter and he moans your name, eyes rolling back slightly as you continue to clench around him.
His cock pulses, filling you up to the brim with his cum and overflowing.
Making a fucking mess that has you both shuddering.
Charlie slowly starts to come down. Muscles relaxing to slump against the headboard. He pulls you down with him so he can kiss you.
He meets your lips with a blissful sigh, “Thank you, sweetheart.”
Carefully Charlie slips out of you, moaning lewdly as he watches the mix of cum drip from your swollen cunt, “Look at you my messy girl. That tight little hole is just dripping!”
You huff and hide your face in embarrassment, but Charlie chuckles and shuffles you both to lay back against the pillows. You on your side and Charlie on his back.
He pulls you closer, letting you snuggle into the crook of his neck while he kisses your forehead.
For a moment you both enjoy the silence, bodies settling comfortably until Charlie speaks. His tone is soft, wanting to check in with you. “Daddy is sorry if he teased you too much.”
“Don't be sorry Daddy, I was trying to push your buttons so we could play.”
Charlie nods and keeps placing kisses to forehead as your breathing gets slower, “I have a question for you, but first do you need anything little one?”
You smile at him softly and shake your head 'no', “Just you.”
He runs his fingers through your hair, pulling it just enough to massage your scalp, “Was that all it was? Pushing me so we could play?” His finger moves under your chin, and tilts it so you look up at him, “It's not like my good girl to act out. Where did the attitude come from, huh?”
A look of worry comes over your face and Charlie leans in to kiss it away.
“I’m not saying I didn’t like it. I definitely liked it.” He playfully nips at your nose causing you to giggle, but when he speaks again his tone is serious, “Have you been feeling like I’ve been neglecting you? Is that why you felt like you needed to get my attention?”
You aggressively shake your head and reach up to stroke his jawline, “No, Daddy, no! I just...” your cheeks heat up, colour flooding them before you can continue.
“They say Halloween is a day that you can be anyone you want to be. So, I thought it would be fun to dress up and be….a naughty girl.” You bite your bottom lip, “Are you mad at me?”
“No baby, I'm not mad at you. Of course I'm not, I just wanted to make sure my girl is well taken care of.” He plants a reassuring kiss to your lips, “It makes me happy that you trust me enough to push boundaries like that. But promise you'll tell me if I go too far in the future? Or if the teasing is too much, okay?”
You nod in agreement, “Yes Charlie, I promise. But this wasn’t too much, I liked it very much.”
He smirks at you then, “I'll be honest little one, I don't know if you've noticed-“ he drops his voice to a whisper, “-but I like you feisty.”
Without warning, Charlie begins to attack your face with kisses. Kissing you from your brow to your chin, enjoying how you giggle and squirm while begging for mercy.
Satisfied, he takes a deep breath and looks at you with such adoration and affection that it nearly takes your breath away.
“Happy Halloween, Daddy.” You whisper, hands reaching to pull him closer.
Charlie hums in response, letting you guide him back down to your flushed face.
“Happy Halloween, little rabbit.” He whispers before crashing his lips to yours once more.
#charlie barber#charlie barber x reader#charlie barber smut#marriage story#adcu community#adcu fic#adcu
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heyyyyy are you willing to write some platonic hcs about the justice league interacting with reader of Earth 1T8? Anyways sending good vibes :D
I can make a try anon dearie!!! that's what this blog is about after all... platonic is difficult
Note: English is not my language, so I hope you will be understanding of any flaws you find.
BTW In Earth 1T8 the Justice League members are Superman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Flash, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, Zatanna? and Cyborg... I might put Zatanna, Constantine, Madame Xannadu, Deadman & maybe Enchantress and Dr. Fate? in JLD with Zatanna as mediator. And the only thing that differs from those in the other world is that they have never worked with Batman and that except for Wonder Woman, no one has investigated them.
BUT I'M WRITING ONLY THE live action MOVIE CHARAS ONES HERE 'CAUSE SO MUCH chara WRITING end me in a RIGMAROLE.
It would be difficult for most of them not to go platonic yandere for a furry WITHOUT powers who is dedicated to trying to save the world.
("Barry!" "no Barry! me, you get me, then, THEN" "I'm the young one with Internet symbiosis, do not argue" "I... don't think I want to know" "Aquaman the Platypus!!!"... "WTF")... edit: I actually like this idea lots, maybe abother universe made a cameo but i idk, cheetah or mustela-Flash, chamaleon MM...)
I think in cases like Superman and Wonder Woman, even Cyborg, it would be easier for you to meet them by their alter ego and in your normal form. An interview, donations to museums or Star laboratories or scholarships, etc.
Okay, here's one thing that has always confused me, unless Batman's cowl also has lead, and having Superman super senses and such. I mean, being a journalist with two fingers for a forehead, it shouldn't be easy -and by that I mean AUTOMATIC- to find out who the Bat is with a little x-ray??, even if it was accidentally ?? peripheral vision and stuff. The smell?? I could tell who has woken up in my house by how they go down the stairs??? Even if he doesn't connect the dots because doesn't want or refuse look at your face, it's seeing the broken bones in civil form, even without knowing about the famous Wayne.
And, lets says he gets an interview with you and sees that, well shit, actually, whether you have a good reputation or not, you are a good person he can see and hear it (but, wtf with these wounds)? You condemned yourself. And in addition to his normal job, he's suddenly the Daily Planet in charge of everything related to you and your alter ego. Literally every invitation to the most important newspapers, he always comes as the Daily Planet representative. AND NOBODY SAYS ANYTHING because half of the Daily Planet doesn't want to get into the gossips of a billionaire or the follies of a Bat in a fucking crazy city. And he just wants to see Y/N, not the Bat, not the Wayne, because each time whe gets a glimp of them it's like coming home from a long journey. And that's Clark Kent's excuse to start seeing you and befriending you to the point where you don't have time to go batcrazy doing it because, hey, you have Superman as a guest at home. AGAIN. But your whole family is conspiring with him, whether they know identities or not, and everyone is saying "sush, if they know you're normal, they won't let you do batbarities." And now Superman suddenly patrols like 1/2 America including Gotham but only by chance of course and thank goodness that the Batcave DOES have lead.
Our Bat, here manipulator-founder of the JLA, ofc would have managed be the one to get Wonder Woman/ Diana to go from being a curator of the Louvre to the Smithsonian (what better than an expert who has lived through it), and she would have ended up discovering Y/N Wayne and their alter ego Bat sooner or later from there, I mean, although she sees this situation as a gift to the world, how big the heart of Reader! (a baby!!)but she won't be anyone else's pawn again, so, why found the JL?? (apart from psychopaths trying to destroy the world ... and that) And well. How not to go yandere to such a good person? AND like a CRAZY one???? The madmen in your city are one thing because -almost- all are human and you're an overprepared normal human, but aliens, wizards? you should stay close to someone -her- who is up to beat those subjects. Uuuuuuhhhhh!!! she's momming on you dearie!!! at amazonian style if you're a girl ofc!!
Victor, Victor, Victor. Cyborg. You could have met him at one of the friendly competitions between Universities to which they always invite you because donating large amounts et all, or by his father and having donated to his laboratories. But also I think that for the madness that his father did, he would need extra funds, Reader would give them, and make suggestions having already dealt with Dr. Stone before and knowing how things were going to go for Cyborg. And sooner or later he would see that through some old camera recordings and so then he would have noticed you, a stranger who genuinely cared for him while -obviously- you scold his father for being a work freak.
Whoever, what a bitch he can be under the due circumstances, he will use everything you have -except your own body I guess- against you. And soon like, you are screwed, an open book to him. Good thing he's a mostly a broody gentleman. If, ironically, Cyborg's problem is that he could get lost in his technology, with you and your mania for monitoring everything (and, sorry to remind you, being monitored by everyone), you would give him the balance he needs between humanity and technology. Kinda a big sibling relationship.
Well, in a universe minimally similar to that of the movies, if you don't have something to do with helping Flash find the job he wants. YOU'RE A BAD READER!, DISHONOR IN YOU AND DISHONOR IN BATCOW! As a charitable soul, giving scholarships, encouraging improvements in the justice and health system not only in Gotham because I'm sorry to say this to you dearies but you USAmerican Health System is a BigShitTM, Barry already idolized your civil persona a bit. If he found out that you are Bat it could be playing forensic while expending energy running from end to end of the states and training. And that would seem mind-boggling to him and a dead end. He would be the stalker type with a bunch of pictures of you but, like Cyborg, he would know better than to approach you. Passing by Gotham when he hears that there are particularly rare/difficult cases.
Aquaman, this one it very difficult for me to see as platonic I confess. As if any of the above has sounded platonic at all. But I think he'd see you as a badass little sibling. But of those that while you threaten someone with a dagger he's behind you with a buster sword. At first he will be like: There is a human, a normal one, dressed as a bat, kicking butts in the middle of the night in a city overpopulated by weirdos?? Give me some popcorn. I'm gonna see it. That's Arthur. Afterward, well, anyone with a heart can only see a person fall and get up a specified number of times before they earn your reluctant respect, admiration, concern, and exasperation. And although Arthur tries to pretend that nothing matters to him, his heart is as big as his dominions.
He would approach you as Aquaman, because as the Bat is how he met you. Knowing your civil persona would amuse or irritate him because is so fucking fake (it's on you if your facade is flirt and sex with everything that moves, rich in drugs, tired parent, rich egocentric who donates to deduct taxes, rich stupid who believes that the world can turn rainbows with money and good intentions). And he would offer his help and ask for yours ("I know there are some oil dealers but no matter how much I clean up their shit if things on earth are not fixed, etc...") until between missions and such you would end up developing a dynamic of siblings. I don't think he realizes that maybe he's a slightly overprotective brother at times, because, like almost everyone except Superman, he lets you keep kicking butts (although he is by far the most relax with you doing that)
Now nobody of you is surprised that Earth 1T8 is better than the original world, or you are???? Hahahahaha.
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my thoughts on episode 11 of wonder egg priority
tw// neglect, possible abuse, murder, human experimentation
holy SHIT is there a lot to unpack.
first of all, everyone except ai and neiru have now experienced the truth of what happens when you complete the total amount of people to save. at the end of episode ten we saw momoe’s breakdown and panic’s death and at the beginning today’s episode we saw rika find out and mannen’s death. (i previously wrote that neiru and pinky had experienced it but after someone kindly let me know after a rewatch that it was in fact momoe, not neiru. sorry for the error)
however, ai is now the only one who knows about frill and what happened to her. speaking of, there are a RIDICULOUS amount of parallels between the two. i’ll be reblogging some posts that explain it a lot better than i ever could right after i post this.
what i really want to focus on is frill. despite her fairly questionable and downright evil actions, i can’t help but feel a shred of pity for her.
born out of quite literal boredom and under strict surveillance, she was almost destined to be unloved. she was not made to be a human, but simply something for acca and ura acca to love. in the way you might buy a doll for a small child. their mistake was adding such severe jealousy and stubbornness to something they had created to be perfection.
stuck at the age of 14 permanently, it’s no surprise her mental state was damaged. imagine the jealousy, the intense emotions, everything you go through at that age.
she is at least somewhat aware that she is artificial intelligence considering how open those who are around her seem to be about it. however, she does not seem to be keen on accepting it or believing it. after all, she is not programmed to. she is programmed to sense things in the way a human would. and that opens a whole world of other doors about how anyone could be an ai and not know it but i doubt wonder egg priority would get that meta this close to the end.
time to tie up all these loose ends. around midway through the episode we are introduced to a love interest (who i have forgotten the name of, apologies) who causes a split in acca and ura acca’s relationship (marriage), and she soon becomes pregnant with a child. a human child.
frill was programmed to be able to understand her parents in the way a daughter would. she begins to taunt ura acca about his husband cheating on him with the woman he loves and once she finally finds out that the baby is a girl, she decides to kill the mother.
the motivation behind frill’s mental deterioration is slowly becoming clearer and clearer. i strongly suspect that she felt she was being replaced with a human child and realised the inherent inferiority she was going to have once the child was born, and became overcome with jealousy. not only would she now have to take on the role to be a big sister (which she was not programmed to accept or do. she was programmed to be stubborn and jealous in the way a 14 year old girl would be) but she would lose the ability she had to be perceived as a human daughter by the parents who raised her.
imagine being created for the sole purpose of being the perfect daughter for somebody to love, and then being replaced. i am by no means excusing murder, but it’s hard not to see her motivation.
as punishment and as relief of acca’s grief, frill was then locked away with nothing but her ai machinery for anywhere between 12 and 15 years*.
enter himari, the child that survived despite frill’s attempt at murder of both mother and child. she is described as having “saved” ura acca and acca from their state after the mother’s murder and the abandonment of their artificial daughter. when we see her able to talk, she is shown asking ura acca to marry her once she is older to make up for the pain of the loss of her mother. she is stated as being in junior high at the time (*my timespan reasoning for the time frill was locked away). while this scene made me greatly uncomfortable, it might be to show frill’s impact and influence on himari. if they had come into contact, frill would arguably do anything in her power to gain back control of her parents.
perhaps himari asked this purposefully to anger frill, which is supported further by the fact himari was found dead (cause of death suicide) the night later.
suicide. what’s the entire theme OF the eggs? i don’t know about you but i can hear lightbulbs beginning to flicker.
ura acca and acca began research into girls suicides at that age, and found a steady surge around the same time as himari’s death.
acca and ura acca are trying to bring back himari, possibly their wife, and maybe, maybe just maybe frill as well. i think that is the real purpose of the wonder egg project.
we also finally have our answer as to why girls and boys suicides are different with wonder eggs! acca and ura acca are indeed sexists, just not about suicide.
i’ll let you do the rest of the theorising.
now for the loose ends that i don’t think can be tied up.
why are hyphen and dot named after punctuation? is their goal to bring frill back to life?
what was neiru’s family’s involvement in the wonder eggs? in fact, where is neiru?
is frill alive or dead? is there even a way to distinguish with someone in her state?
what happened to acca and ura acca to make them.. well, to make them like that? last i checked, turning into mannequins isn’t a symptom of grief. are they even alive?
MOMOE. WHERE THE FUCK IS MOMOE. GIVE ME MOMOE OR GIVE ME DEATH.
there are a shit ton of new, unspecified entities we’re learning about. what actually are hyphen and dot? are they AIs like frill? perhaps not fully formed? and thanatos and eros?
where do the girls go once they’ve been freed? is “freed” even the right term?
what did mr sawaki say to ai about koito? why did koito die? is mr sawaki going to have a bigger role than a consistently fucking annoying red herring after all?
rika’s father? why have that as a big factor in an episode conflict if it’s never going to be addressed again?
the sketchy lesbian representation compared to the consistent positive trans ftm and gay representation? why have the only canonically wlw character be a product of a harmful stereotype after treating everything else so respectfully?
and most importantly, how the FUCK is this going to get cleared up in one episode?
i don’t even think that’s possible. if it is, i’m really disappointed. after consistent excellent pacing, writing, storytelling, and everything else, cramming everything into the last couple of episodes is just cheap and annoying. if i wanted to drone on for an entire series before an explosion of poor plot points for shock factor, i’d just go watch the second season of the promised neverland (/hj).
the only somewhat reasonable explanation would be a second season, but it is a terrible media decision and i can’t imagine much, if any, good coming from it.
in conclusion, what the fuck. how the hell is this going to salvage itself in one episode?
also i wrote this entire thing while on my sleep meds. if there’s logical, grammatical, spelling or just general errors i apologise and i’ll fix them when i’m not half conscious.
#wonder egg priority#how the fuck are they going to salvage this#wonder egg priority spoilers#wep project#wep#i really don’t know how to feel about frill#wep frill#a moment of silence for mannen and panic
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Thor Odinson x Pregnant!Female!Midgardian!Reader: Where Gods Do Fear to Tread [Ch. 5]
Summary: You never imagined that shadow of death would be quite so dark.
Challenge: “9 Months” challenge by crackleviolet on Lunaescence Archive -- Bonus Three -- Rape Pregnancy
Rating/Warnings/Tags: M (rape (not written out in detail, but the first chapter goes up to the event and the rest of the chapters deal with the fallout); assault and battery; abusive relationship; stalking; pregnancy resulting from rape; victim blaming insinuations from various characters; discussion of abortion; references to depression; references to rape kits; references to law procedures; references to restraining orders, some foul language; not Infinity War compliant; not Thor Ragnarok compliant; set post-Ant-Man and the Wasp; Hope & Reader friendship; the Pyms as Reader’s second family)
IMPORTANT NOTE: Thor is not the character involved in any of the awful things warned about above. Additionally, if there is anything you’d like me to add to the tag list, please let me know!
Pairings: Thor/Female!Reader; Scott/Hope; Hank/Janet; past!Male!OC/Reader
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Chapter 5: Starting to Show
Two weeks into your second trimester, a miracle occurred. Endless days spent too tired to do more than nap on the couch came to a sudden an end one sparkling April morning. It was not the sort of miracle that you prayed for, nor did your exhaustion dissipate entirely, but you weren’t about to let the rare opportunity for activity to get away from you. You hustled out to the front yard to do some gardening before this bout of energy could vanish once again.
This year’s garden doubtless would not be good as the one you typically put so much time and care into. Your gynecologist had warned you at your last appointment that a woman’s second trimester was often their favorite for a reason—but you tried not to think very hard about that, or about the looming decision of what to do with the baby while you worked on preparing for planting as the sun made its slow way up the sky.
“[Name].”
A hand on your shoulder brought you out of your trance. With your fingers still half-buried in the cold, moist earth just recently exposed to warm spring air, you turned your head to look at Thor.
His presence did not surprise you; he had insisted on coming out to enjoy the weather as well. Words could not express the relief you felt upon his offer, so you had not expressed it. He was too kind to outright say why he wanted to sit against the single tree and watch you. According to him, seeing the love of his life doing work she loved brought him great joy, but you knew he knew more about your anxiety than he let on.
“Is there something wrong?” you asked.
Thor shook his head. “Not at all. I just thought I’d let you know that I am going to go inside.”
“You’re leaving?”
“For as short a time as can be allowed. It is nearly lunch. I thought perhaps you might be hungry.”
“Starving!”
Your eagerness made him laugh. He bent to press a quick kiss to the top of your sweaty, dirt-dotted forehead, then he straightened and headed for the door.
“I will return promptly with sustenance. If you have need of me, I am but a shout away,” he said as he reached the porch.
“Okay! I miss you already.”
“And I you.” Thor blew you a second kiss. Shortly after that, he ducked inside.
Your heart fluttered at the sound of the door snapping shut behind him. You knelt alone in the grass with nothing but the chirping birds and distant traffic for company. Anyone might see you exposed like that, and the kitchen window faced the side yard. All Thor would be able to see were the fragile sprouts of the root vegetables growing there. Originally, it had seemed like a good idea for you to hold off planting the tomatoes and squashes in the vegetable garden until later in the afternoon so as to take advantage of the shade your patio offered. Now you wondered if you ought to start on those early. Doing so would keep you in Thor’s line of sight at least…
No. Wrapping your hand more securely around the handle of your trowel, you dived back into the dirt. You had been relying far too much on him lately—especially once your baby bump grew large enough for people to see. He went out of his way to look after you. This included not only learning how to cook so you would have something to eat on your worst days of depression, but also taking a temporary leave of absence from the Avengers. If you didn’t rein it in soon, he was bound to get sick of your clingy behavior.
The rate at which you worked soon left you with nothing to do but plant. Planting required seeds. This was the difficult part; you had to keep your thoughts very carefully balanced as you picked up one of the packets at your side. Thor didn’t need to come back with twelve grilled cheese sandwiches to find you bawling in the yard because—
You tore the envelope open with your teeth, then spilled the seeds into your free palm. They were long and multicolored: white in the middle, with black on one end and a bristle of orange at the other. Along with the snapdragons waiting patiently for their introduction to the soil, you hoped that the marigolds’ bursts of color would bring some cheer in the dreaded days to come. Neither would unless you finished your job. Busying yourself with pressing the seeds into the dirt, you allowed yourself to get lost in the hobby you so loved long enough to lose track of the passing time.
“And here I thought you couldn’t get more beautiful.”
This time, the voice that issued from behind you was not expected. No, it wasn’t Thor—but the voice was familiar all the same. A chill washed over you at the thought, then froze you to the spot when you heard the front gate creak open a minute or so later.
He wasn’t there. He couldn’t be there. You hadn’t heard a peep from Kevin in months. No letters appeared in your mailbox; no calls rang out in the middle of the night. Occasionally he or his car would appear to you in crowded streets, but those were only visual hallucinations brought on by trauma. Thor never saw Kevin, and he had been on high alert for any sign of the man he so desired to introduce to Mjolnir.
For some time, you did your best to continue with your task. These marigolds weren’t going to plant themselves. The prickle on the back of your neck would not dissipate, however, no matter how hard you concentrated on the proper spacing for your seeds. You could not keep yourself from getting to your feet so you could give the yard a thorough check. Hopefully that would prove you were hearing things, and then you could carry on until Thor returned.
No such luck. Kevin stood there, bold as brass, underneath the tree. He smiled as you met his eyes.
“Pregnancy really suits you,” he said.
What possible response could anyone expect to that statement? You didn’t have the wherewithal to come up with anything remotely witty either. None of your hallucinatory Kevins had stuck around this long before. They disappeared almost as soon as you spotted them. Not this Kevin. In fact, he seemed to grow larger and more solid as you stared at him. The world darkened and waved around the ages; you felt gravity sucking your head down, down, down—
“Hey,” he said gently, much louder this time.
The good news was that Kevin had not come into possession of Scott’s adapted Ant-Man suit. The bad news was that he had changed in size because he had walked right up to you. Only his swift action had prevented you from fainting and hitting your head on one of the gardening tools surrounding you. You could not find it in yourself to be grateful for his rescue, though, because that meant he had his hands on your body.
“You okay?” he asked.
Your breath hitched in your lungs, preventing you from calling for help. You settled for shoving him as hard as you could away from you. Somehow this surprised him; Kevin went off balance and fell backward onto the lawn. Unfortunately, doing this also put an end to any of your delusions of him being a figment of your imagination. His body was just as hard and real—if not more so—as it had been the last time you had seen him.
It wouldn’t take him long to recover. You snatched up the cultivator rake at your feet and brandished it at his face. His eyes narrows on its wicked points. Slowly, Kevin lifted his hands in front of him…
…then snickered as he made to sit up more properly on the ground.
“What do you think you’re gonna do with that?” he wanted to know.
“I plan to convince you to get away from me,” you snarled.
“By gouging my eyes out?”
“I mean it, Kev.”
“Why?” He blinked up at you. “I was only trying to keep you from getting hurt.”
“Oh, that’s rich, coming from you.”
“Seriously, [Name]. What if you had fallen on that thing? That’s the sort of accident your boyfriend should be here to prevent, don’t you think?”
He said this with such a blithe expression that you knew. His appearance in your yard was not some chance encounter. Kevin had been watching at least all morning for the opportunity to talk to you alone.
“Get out of my yard! Now!” you said.
Kevin shook his head. “This all sounds a little familiar, doesn’t it? Haven’t we had this conversation before? You couldn’t get me to leave then, and you can’t get me to leave now. Not until I want to.”
“You wouldn’t dare. We’re in full view of the street.”
“Right. Which means you wouldn’t dare assault me with a sharp object here either.”
Why did he have to be right so often? Still, you didn’t put down your makeshift weapon. It seemed to be keeping Kevin at a fair distance, if nothing else. You didn’t quit scowling either. On the off chance one of your neighbors spotted this conversation, at least they would know you weren’t enjoying it.
“Relax, [Name],” he said coaxingly. “I’m not here to hurt you.”
“Like I believe that.”
“When have I ever hurt you?” he asked innocently.
Rage pumped into your system. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the last time you came to see me?”
“That’s not what I remember happening.”
His words twisted your gut. Just how much of this meeting had he planned ahead? Using your own words against you made it seem like he had wanted to talk to you for a very long time. Now you wondered if all those times you’d seen him before had been hallucinations after all. Saying any of this in front of Thor, Hope, or Hank would be a much stupider decision than you could give Kevin credit for. Your voice was hushed as you said:
“Why did you come here, Kevin?”
“Can’t a guy visit his ex-girlfriend unannounced without being accused of having ulterior motives? I thought you wanted to stay friends.”
Kevin had no clue just how close you were to shearing his smug mouth right off his face. He couldn’t know that, because otherwise he would have stopped talking. Keeping yourself from acting on the impulse took a tremendous amount of effort—effort you might have otherwise spent on screaming at him, if you’d had any to spare.
“Say what you came here to say and go,” you snapped. “This time I will call the police. Don’t test me.”
“I didn’t come here to say anything. I only wanted to see if it was true.”
“To see if what was true?”
He reached for you, as though wanting to take your hand and pull you down next to him. You instead took a step backward. Shrugging, he allowed his hand to drop.
“I heard you were pregnant,” he answered.
Nausea swelled like a toxic bubble in your stomach. How had Kevin heard? Not many people knew about your baby—only Thor, Hank, Janet, Hope, and Scott that you’d spoken to personally. Even the last you trusted not to spread the news around casually. Hope would kill him in the most painful way she could dream up. The Avengers had some idea, of course, but they had no reason to tell anyone else. Your parents, hidden away on some secret mission, remained out of the loop. All this meant that no one you informed would ever have let Kevin in on the secret.
“Are you following me?” you demanded.
Kevin scoffed. “I’ve got better things to do than keep tabs on my exes, [Name].”
“Then how—”
“Your ‘bestie’? Yeah, she’s not the only one with connections at your new company. I’ve got power now, [Name]. I’ve got friends. Did you really think wearing a bunch of baggy sweaters around the office was going to fool anyone?”
“Who told you, then?”
“I don’t think I want to tell you that,” he said slowly, standing as he did.
You hefted your rake to chest level. “Maybe that’s because they don’t exist.”
“No, they exist, but your eyes are actually spinning around in your head right now. If I give you their name, you might go out and murder them for all I know.”
Well, Kevin wasn’t too far off the mark with that observation. Your mind raced through a list of your coworkers, trying in vain to figure out which of them had betrayed you. Not a single one of them was someone you confided in, so either your boss had violated your confidence after you spoke with her, or it had to be a person with plenty of opportunities to observe you as you went through the various symptoms of your first trimester.
But all this speculation really only served to keep you away from a much more important, obvious question:
“What do you care if I’m pregnant?”
“Because the baby’s mine, obviously.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Oh, come on, [Name],” he said in that aggravating falsely patient voice he used to use to win every argument. “Who else’s could it be? You and I discussed your boyfriend’s schedule, remember? He’s out of town too often to meet your needs.”
“Whatever you think, this baby has nothing to do with you.”
“I don’t see why not.”
Kevin never had been great at understanding the concept of personal boundaries. Even when you’d just been friends as children—even when the two of you spent half your time together with Hope in the mix—he didn’t much care whether someone wanted to be touched or not. During your time dating, that had meant a lot of hand holding on hot, sweaty afternoons after trying to express to him just how badly you needed some space. Now such behavior came across as a lot more threatening. He surged forward without giving you a chance to react and placed his hands directly on the swell of your stomach.
“Hng,” was all you managed to say, too torn between fear and fury to physically react.
The smile he shot you indicated he either didn’t notice your discomfort or he didn’t care. “You know, I’ve always wanted to be a father.”
Something very strange happened next: Kevin seemed to lift into the air of his own accord. His expression as his head came level with yours twisted with a shock that mirrored your own. A second later, he flew backward across the yard to land in a heap right beside the open gate.
“It is a pity, then, that you are so unworthy of the title,” Thor said as he materialized next to you.
Kevin quickly climbed to his feet while your boyfriend gave you a swift once over, as though to make sure no obvious harm had been done before making his edict. You weren’t anything more than rattled. Rattled seemed to be enough for Thor to come to a decision.
“You may leave now,” he said. “Do so, and I shall allow you to leave unscathed. If you choose not to, that would be unwise. I assure you that I will do much worse than call the appropriate authorities.”
“Is that a threat?” Kevin asked, smoothing his rumpled hair.
“It is a promise. Come, [Name]. Lunch is on the table.”
His attempt to steer you to the porch without body contact didn’t get either of you very far. You had only managed to loose your death grip on the rake handle when Kevin decided to make that unwise decision he’d been warned against:
“That baby,” he said, “is mine.”
Thor didn’t bother to turn toward him. “You are not the child’s father.”
“Oh, yeah? You get a paternity test?”
“There is no need.”
Footsteps issued from somewhere behind you: Kevin running up to Thor’s elbow. This got your boyfriend to stop, and you had to give Kevin credit for not cowering at the stony look upon Thor’s face. All he did instead was lift his hands up to his shoulders.
“Hey, I’m just trying to help you out, man. How are you supposed to raise a baby? The way [Name] told me, you’re gone almost all the time. Busy, you know. Up in New York. With Black Widow.”
A gentle crackle in the air told you that Kevin’s insinuations weren’t winning him any favors. Thor stood very, very still at your side, a sure sign that only his knowledge that summoning his hammer would break your house was stopping him from doing so.
“[Name], tell him,” Kevin said.
“What?” you gasped, disoriented by being drawn suddenly into the conversation once more.
“You didn’t tell him what really happened that night, did you? Go on. Tell him. He deserves to know.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you do. Tell him!”
Thor put an enormous arm between you and Kevin when the latter lurched at you. “I will not prevent [Name] from speaking to you if it is what she desires, but if you continue attempting to touch her, I will remove you from these premises myself. Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal!” Kevin insisted, but he inched toward you despite the obstacle. “[Name], don’t you think you ought to tell the truth?”
What truth? Everything that happened the night you’d seen Kevin, every little gory detail, had been described to Thor. You could not for the life of you grasp just what Kevin wanted now.
If you could not answer him, Thor would throw him bodily from the yard, and you were nearly desperate enough to let him. Unfortunately, Thor would not always be able to be so close by. Maybe Kevin would be—which meant that by the time the Avengers faced their next world ending crisis, you needed to be able to get rid of him on your own.
“I did tell him the truth, Kev. Every bit of it,” you said flatly.
Kevin looked at Thor. “Did she?”
“She told me you assaulted her, yes,” Thor growled.
Kevin’s blue eyes went wide. They darted from your face to Thor’s, and for the moment it seemed as though Kevin understood his position there clearly. One hand lifted to his thin lips. You didn’t exactly expect an apology from him by that point, but you also didn’t expect what did come out of his lips next:
“That’s what you came up with?” he asked incredulously, and doubled over with laughter.
You and Thor exchanged confused looks. His lasted only a moment before he returned to glowering darkly at the man in front of him.
“You believe any portion of this situation to be funny?” Thor demanded.
Kevin sobered just a little as the distant sound of thunder rolled across a sky dotted with fluffy clouds—but only just a little. He continued to smile. “Yeah. I do. Because I thought your people were supposed to be smarter than this.”
“Smarter than what?”
“Isn’t it obvious? Don’t they have women where you come from?”
“Either you will put an end to your riddles or you will be gone.”
“Fine! Fine!” The cold wind whipping through the yard must have got to him. Kevin plunged plunged his hand into his front pockets as he looked you right in the eyes. “When you were away, [Name] called me up and asked to come screw her. For old time’s sake.”
“What?” you gasped, horrified, but Thor did not permit you any time to worry he might believe your ex-boyfriend’s words. The clouds above your heads congealed into a dark morass through which forks of lightning flashed so often the thunder became nearly continuous.
Still Kevin did not put two and two together. “So she didn’t tell you that part, I’m guessing.”
“I came home,” Thor said in a low, guttural voice that grew in volume as he went on, “to find her beaten and bruised in the hospital!”
“Yeah? Wow, your sex must be real vanilla. [Name] likes it rough, or hasn’t she ever told you that? Oh, right. If you tried to give her what she wanted, you’d probably accidentally kill her.”
“Liar!” you shrieked.
Kevin took one step backward when you launched yourself at him, but he need not have bothered. Thor quickly caught you around the middle. His weight was an effective enough anchor that he required no strength to keep you from moving forward. You swiped your arms, hands clawed, in Kevin’s direction. No matter what direction you struggled, you could not reach him.
“[Name], be careful,” Thor said, though the coming storm still swirled around you.
“[Name], listen to your boyfriend,” Kevin chided you. “You keep that up, and you might hurt the baby.”
“As though you care about my baby!” you said.
“Not just your baby. Our baby. It’s half mine.”
Lightning slammed into the asphalt on the street just outside your yard as Thor’s grip on you tightened. “Whether or not you have some biological claim on the infant has no bearing on anything further you might have to do with it,” he said.
“Really. Is that so?” Kevin asked you.
Your energy had not returned in such great amounts you could fight against Thor’s arms for long. Luckily, spitting at Kevin’s feet didn’t take much energy at all. That ought to have been answer enough. Apparently not, because Kevin next did something very dangerous: He strode right up to you and placed his clammy hand against your cheek.
“This is a sign, [Name]. You’re supposed to be with me, not with this asshole. That baby is ours to raise togeth—”
Thor wrenched Kevin into the air by the front of his shirt, and this time he did not carefully toss him away. The former’s eyes had gone completely white with electricity; the wind howled, thrashing the new leaves on your tree; lightning crackled from Thor’s free palm.
“Be careful in how you choose your next words,” Thor said. “They may well be the last you ever speak.”
Kevin squirmed. “G-Go ahead, Big Man! I’ll have you arrested for assault if you try anything. What do you think about—oof!”
Hitting the ground hard brought Kevin no relief. Following his short declaration of pain came the distinct sound of shattering glass and a familiar whistling. Thor had summoned Mjolnir at last. An earth-rending blast of thunder issued from the hammer as it found its place in his hand.
“I would like to see you try. I doubt even the backwards courts of this Midgardian nation would find fault in my ridding its streets of scum like you. Leave this place! Now!” he barked suddenly.
No longer could Kevin play at courage. Rain as hard as bullets fell upon your trio, and this thunderstorm showed no signs of letting up. Thor also looked every bit the thunder god those fanzines always squealed about now that he held Mjolnir—or at least he did until your staggering ex-boyfriend slammed the gate behind him. After that, all the weather and all the electricity vanished at once. A calm spring day surrounded your home once more.
“Be warned,” Thor said, “should there be a next time, I will not be so merciful.”
Trembling, soaked through from head to toe, Kevin no longer cut the intimidating figure he had at the start of that afternoon’s altercation. You allowed Thor to turn you gently toward the house, take your hand, and begin once more to lead you toward the porch. So confident were you that Kevin could have nothing more to say that you didn’t bother looking back at him as you made your slow, sodden trek to the front steps—not until he called after you:
“This isn’t over!”
Lightning surged again into Mjolnir. Kevin stumbled backward with a yelp, but he was not to be deterred now that a barrier—even as flimsy a barrier as your picket fence—stood between himself and Thor. Moving away, he continued to talk:
“That baby is mine. Mine. I’m going to see it after it’s born, and I’m going to see you. You want to go to court? I’ll take you to court.”
“You really think—” you began hotly, but Kevin cut you off in a voice dripping with venom:
“There’s precedent. You’re going to regret today. Both of you are.”
Thor stepped forward, but Kevin was already sprinting up the street to wherever he had presumably hidden his car while he watched your yard. To pursue him, Thor would have had to leave you alone and unguarded, or waste precious time waiting for Hope or Scott to arrive to look after you. He chose not to do either. Instead, you both went wordlessly back into the house.
Unfortunately, you could no longer find it in yourself to eat. You knew the effort Thor had put into cooking your meal; you knew you ought to eat for your own good and the baby’s. No knowledge could overcome the anxiety coursing through your veins. The haunted look in Thor’s eyes—and his own refusal to pick up his plate—led you to believe that his thoughts were of the same nauseating nature as your own.
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