#'aw poor baby want me to pick up where he left off?' i KNOW this is only in dub but by fuck what was the REASON?
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if your ship has never said anything unbelievably suggestive to each other that the mainstream audience somehow can ignore like it didnt happen or sound like that then are they even your ship?
#'its no use. im completely familiar with your moves your timing. your thrusts.' 🧐🤔🤨🤔🤔🧐🧐🤨😟😟😟🧐😟🤨🧐🤨😨🤔😨🤔😟🤔🤔😟😨😨😨#*shoves head down on crotch for safety reasons or smt. he really could have gone for Any other pose but he chose head on dick TWICE*#'aw poor baby want me to pick up where he left off?' i KNOW this is only in dub but by fuck what was the REASON?#*calls the sight of the other tied up a glorious view better than a billion dollar masterpiece*#actually half of the shit skk says to or about each other is like this#anyway enough of them.#*fucking sniffs the air and recognises the homie's scent after apparently not seeing eo in 10 yrs*#'i could take you apart with one blow' i could take you apart w less than that'#'do you know how to walk on your knees'#honestly u gotta hand it to em. merthur came out SWINGING. bc wdym ur saying this freaky shit it is the FIRST EPISODE.#soukoku#satosugu#merthur
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𝔠'𝔪𝔬𝔫, 𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔪𝔢
könig has really pretty hands... you think he deserves to know
{reader has a major hand kink- don't we all-, könig has a praise kink and is absolutely obsessed with reader. this is very obviously nsfw 18+ only please and thank you ~this will also be cross-posted to ao3} intentionally lower-case
he is just so intrinsically captivating- everything about him. you never stop noticing him.
the second he walked into base, your throat ran dry when you realized the sheer size of the man. he could swallow you whole. you wanted him to.
you don't wanna say you had ulterior motives when you befriended him- you truly like the guy. he's funny and extremely sweet, and hanging around könig had other benefits. no one dared to mess with you when he was around. the usual chatter of men hitting you up or questioning your position melted into peaceful quiet and the soft sound of könig's voice.
like right now.
"did you hear me?" his voice comes from the edge of your mattress where he has perched himself, undoing the laces on his boots.
you are sitting at the chair to your desk and watching his long, strong fingers work around the dark strings to loosen them from the complicated knots. his hood was flipped back over his helmet revealing his concerned expression
your head snaps up, "no, sorry, big guy. zoned out," you respond, and you hope to god it sounds casual.
"oh, okay." he says awkwardly, pausing his movements to look at your face- slightly rosy and pupils blown- but if he notices he doesn't say anything. "i said i got something for you while i was gone."
your face brightens and you grin at him, his expression quickly mimicking your newly excited one.
he reaches into a pocket on his vest and pulls out something small, then he encases it in his large fist and holds it out in your direction.
“i actually made it,” he clarifies, chuckling at you as you begin to make grabby hands towards him, like an excited child.
you have to hold back a gasp when both of his hands wrap around your much smaller ones. it felt like pure electricity surging from his palms straight to your core.
he drops the object in your open hand and draws away, suddenly looking shy again.
it’s a tiny wooden figurine of your favorite animal. incredibly detailed and tiny and you turn in over in your hands in awe. a lump takes root in the base of your throat. könig never fails to take you by surprise with his thoughtfulness.
“könig i love it,” you whisper, not quite trusting your voice not to break at a normal volume, “it’s so fucking cute.”
“you like it?” you can hear the smile in his voice as he fully takes off his helmet and hood and sets it on your nightstand. he must have worked on taking off his boots fully along with his tac vest because they are now sitting in a neat pile beside the foot of your bed, left now in only his long sleeve black shirt and combat pants. he is visibly more relaxed now as he leans against the headboard.
“of course i do. how did you even make it? its so detailed.”
you love the proud grin that adorns his face.
“i was on night watch. cut out a chunk of wood from the windowsill, and carved using one of my knives. it took like 8 hours.”
you find an empty space on your desk and set the figurine there, shaking your head in disbelief as you turn to look at könig again.
“i accidentally cut my finger when i was carving the eyes,” he said, holding out a hand to you and showing you a superficial nick on his ring finger.
you scoot your chair closer to the bed so you can take his hand into yours and examine the tiny cut. you pout up at him and coo, “awww~ poor baby,”
and then without thinking you raised the finger to your lips and press a soft kiss to the cut. könig’s eyes are open wide and his breathing picked up considerably.
“all better now, right?” you ask teasingly, gaining confidence based off his reaction.
you carded your fingers through his and wait for his response. he surrenders his other hand into your lap as well, almost like he was in a trance
“yes,” he answers breathily.
you hum in response, still toying with the hand you hold in your possession. his hands were warm, you trace some of the scars that litter on his knuckles.
“sorry,” you mumble out the apology, “your hands are just really pretty.” you feel a little embarrassed, but not enough to let go of his hands.
könig makes a noise like he was stifling a cough and shakes his head, “ don’t apologize.” it sounds like a plead, and he makes no moves to remove his hands from your possession.
you make eye contact and recognize the want that pools in his light eyes. you are sure he sees it mirrored in yours as well. it gives you the courage to continue on the precarious path you found yourself walking.
“very pretty hands,” you murmur, “and they are so big,” holding his hand up to yours to display the ridiculous difference in size. he groans ever so lightly, his eyes now hooded under your gaze.
you knew he would never make the first move. it had to be you, and it had to be now.
“i think about your hands a lot, könig.”
your confession hangs in the air like a raincloud before a storm. filled with the promise of something more.
“tell me,” he whimpers lightly, tightening his grip on your hands for the first time this entire time you were holding them.
this is gonna be fun, you thought, grinning while you maneuvered yourself to sit on top of his thighs. you see his adam’s apple bop as he gulps in surprise.
you are still toying with his hands when you glance up at his eyes, “i think about how they would feel when they touch me,” you whisper, knowing he could hear you. he is hanging on to every word.
“touch you…” he breathes in deep, “where?”
you bring his hands under your loose t-shirt and rest them on the bare skin of your waist, keeping your hands on top of his- like you were scared he would move if you didn’t.
“here, for starters,” you respond, and you laugh a little when he presses his fingers into your skin there harder.
“are you ticklish?” he asks, smiling softly.
“just a bit,” you say, moving your hands to bring your shirt up over your head and you throw it on the floor next to the bed, messily in contrast to his perfectly folded pile of gear.
he is trying not to stare, and he is failing miserably. his hands seem to move of their own accord as they trail up your body to your bra-covered breasts.
“mmm,” you hum contentedly, “yes, i think about them touching there too,” reaching up to gently rake your fingers through his slightly shaggy hair. “although im not usually wearing this when i imagine it.”
“can i take it off?” he asks, doe eyes looking to yours for explicit permission.
now you stroke his cheekbone, along a very faint and fading scar. you grant him a nod.
quicker than you expected, he was sliding the straps down your arms and the back was unhooked. you were suddenly feeling extremely exposed, given he was still fully dressed. you tug twice on the front of his own shirt and he pauses his movements on your body to reach for his own shirt.
his torso is so long and sculpted, littered with raised pink scars, a few deeper white ones too that had healed for longer. the freckles on his face continued down his chest and arms you note, extremely pleased with that fact. he was so, so pretty. you wonder if he knows.
while you admire him, he raises his hands back to your now bare breasts and softly cups them. his touch is so gentle, and you can see in his eyes an expression of pure awe and trust.
tentatively you arch into his touch, just to have him press into your skin more. he comes out of his trance and desperation starts to take over. he tweaks a nipple between his two fingers and you moan at the unexpectedness of the action.
“that feels good, könig,” you whimper out, and he does it again. it’s so lovely to see him gain confidence from your words and your reactions. you decide to test something else out, “thats my good boy.”
the reaction is immediate. one of his arms moves to hook around your middle and pull you fully flush to his hips. you gasp at the feeling of him hot and hard under your clothed center.
“can i put my mouth on you?” he asks, and his voice still sounds so innocent and unsure but theres a hint of need creeping in as well.
“you can do anything you want,” you answer, loosing all composure and control you previously had.
he keeps his one hand on your waist, the other playing with your nipple. he brings his mouth to the other one, and you throw your head back and groan at how warm and wet it feels. he gently rolls his tongue around the nipple, biting lightly every few seconds. you’ve never felt so close to cumming from nipple play before, but with könig? everything was heightened.
you grip his hair harder and pull his mouth off you, looking into his eyes and breathily saying, “i haven’t told you where i think about your hands being the most.”
he groans. it’s a sinfully wonderful little noise.
“please,” he chokes out, “please, please tell me,”
you conjure up all the confidence left in your body under his gaze, and stand up and unbutton your pants. his eyes are heavy on your body as you slide them down your legs, and it’s like he cant help himself when he reaches out and runs his hands up and down one of your thighs.
“so soft,” he says, in complete reverence.
you almost feel bad for him when you see how painfully hard he is in his pants. you wonder for a second if his hands were so big, how big could he be there, too…
before sitting back down in his lap, you reach for his own pants to let him know that you wanted those off as well. he obeys you so easily, so eagerly.
he almost looks like he’s been hypnotized when you take your seat back on his lap, less barriers separating you two now. you are sure he can feel how wet you are, its soaked through your thin panties.
he just whimpers, and waits. waiting for you to tell him, like he so kindly asked you to.
so you do.
you grab one of his hands again, and he watches intently as you bring two of his long, thick fingers into your mouth. his jaw goes slack as you slide your tongue over his digits, coating them with your saliva. he lightly thrusts up, like he can’t control himself but he’s trying.
you hum again and release his fingers from your mouth and guide them down to your heat hovering over his clothed dick.
when he slipped past the band of your panties, he broke free of his trance. feeling your wet, throbbing pussy broke something in him and he was on a mission to make you feel as good as he possibly can. he slid his fingers back and forth over your clit and drank in your moans as his kissed you for the first time.
you whisper praises against his mouth, telling him how good he was doing. “better than i could have ever imagined,” you manage to breath out as he strokes you towards your orgasm just by massaging your clit.
every word you said went straight to his core, and it was a need- an absolutely feral need- to feel you cum on his hand.
“inside me,” you moan out, “please, put them inside me.”
his chest and face are burning red with want, and you start to feel bad that you’re the only one being pleasured as he slips two fingers into your pussy. through a bubbling moan in your chest you manage to ask him, “can i touch you, too?”
he looks at you like you just gave him his own personal star from the sky, “god, please” he says, his accent growing even thicker in want.
you pull him out of his boxers and gasp. if you thought his hands were big- this was just unfair. his cock stands tall against his stomach, pale pink and leaking. he is the most beautiful man in your universe, and you tell him.
he moans at your words and bucks his hips into the air. having mercy on him you wrap your hand around him. he rewards you by stroking the spongy part inside you with his two fingers. you start to roll your hips into his hand, and that spurs him on even further.
“c’mon, use me,” he mutters into your ear, “use my hand to make yourself cum. please, i need it so bad.”
you were already embarrassingly close, and his desperate words brought your orgasm crashing over you. your hand strokes his harder and you vaguely register his free hand grabbing your throat to pull your forehead to rest against his as he cums all over your hand and his stomach. you ride out your release on his hand until you can’t take it anymore and stop your movements.
the only sound in the room is heavy breathing. you whine as he removes his hand from you, which makes him chuckle a little. you open your eyes to meet his and he looks so blissful.
you smile back at him tiredly, “later, i’ll have to tell you about how i think about your mouth,” and he laughs his regular, loud laugh that you love. he pulls you into his chest to lay down fully.
“yes, i think you should.” he agrees.
#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare 2#könig#könig x reader#konig#konig x reader#this is. bad im sorry i hyped it up
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can you write a matt smut that starts out as reader cockwarming him while he plays his game and he loses and moves around and reader moans from it and it continues from there?
good luck charm
summary: matt’s been playing video games for too long, you get bored
warnings: cockwarming, soft dom/daddy matt, humiliation if u look close enough
somewhat inspired by @somethingheavenknows “gaming chair”
“matttyyyy” i whined “im bored”
my boyfriend had been playing fortnite for hours, no exaggeration, and i needed attention.
normally i had no issue with him playing video games, it gave me a chance to just hang out in his bed and go on my phone, occasionally color or play a game myself. but ever since “og fortnite” came back, he was always on his pc.
“wanna come sit on my lap?”
i groaned but it was better than nothing, then i got an idea. i slipped off my sweatpants i was wearing and unclasped my bra, pulling it through my sleeve. this left me in matt’s pink hershey bear tee and some black lace panties.
i walked over to him, sliding my hand on his shoulder and arm before he looked at me, quickly turning his attention back to the game. then, just as quickly, he looked back at me, his eyes going from my face, to my chest, then my thighs and back up again. i gave him an innocent smile and he smirked in return. matt patted his lap. i obeyed, awkwardly climbing over him and adjusting myself until i was comfy.
“better?” he asked genuinely.
“a little” he gave me a sweet kiss before i nuzzled (xD) my head into his neck, his scent filled up my lungs, intoxicating me.
after another ten minutes, i got bored again, short attention span i guess. i lifted my head slightly, so i was level with his ear, and pulled off the headphone covering it.
“can i give you a hickey daddy?”
he put his headphone back over his ear, which i assumed meant no. i rested back where i had been, trying to hide my disappointment.
“hey guys, i’ll keep playing but i don’t wanna be on call anymore, you’re too loud” i smiled, hearing the guys on the other side protesting.
“bye guys” he said, taking off his headset and unplugging it.
“you wanna mark me baby? make sure everyone knows i’m yours?”
“yes daddy” i whispered into his ear. i could feel him hardening under me.
“go ahead my love”
as soon as matt gave me the green light i began placing kisses all along his neck, making him chuckle lightly. i picked a spot everyone could see and began sucking my mark into him. i could feel him getting harder by the second, only amping me up more. i wanted more, i needed more.
i ground down into him, pulling a groan from him before he moved one of his hands from the controller to my hip and squeezing. hard.
“you gotta stay still baby”
“i need more daddy please”
he was quiet for a second, thinking of ways we could both get what we want. a smile crept up on his face.
“you wanna be my cockwarmer?”
i pulled back, a smile forming on my face while i nodded. he already knew the answer, seeing as it was one of my favorite things to do.
“words princess”
“yes, want you inside me daddy”
he gave me a quick kiss before placing his controller on the desk in front of him. he smacked my ass lightly, his way of telling me to sit up so he could pull his sweats and boxers down. he moved my panties to the side, feeling how wet i was in the process.
“aw my poor baby, you’re soaked” he teased.
i just whined, pulling him into a kiss as he used my arousal to slick up his cock. he lined himself up, pressing my thighs and making me sink down on him. i tried to pull away from the kiss to let my moans out but he bit my lip and swallowed my noises.
once i had bottomed out, matt pulled away from the kiss and brought his hand up to my face. he had such a hard grip on my face that i couldn’t look anywhere but him.
“wanna play a game baby?”
i looked at him confused, pouting a bit because i did not want to play video games.
“you’ll like it i promise” he smiled, staring into my eyes. “i’m gonna play another round with the guys, you’re going to sit here and be a good cockwarmer” i frowned. as much as i loved cockwarming him, i needed more, i just wanted him to fuck me already.
“and if you’re a good cockwarmer, which means no moving, no sounds, no clenching, then daddy’ll fuck you however you want.”
i perked up, my eyes meeting his again. i smiled and nodded, this was gonna be fun.
“i’m gonna get back on the call, you’re gonna be silent. you wouldn’t want everyone hearing your sweet noises” i might actually want that.
“or maybe you do, maybe you want everyone to know what a little slut you are for daddy” fuck, he can read my mind.
i nestled my head in his neck again, feeling my cheeks heat up from embarrassment.
“either way, you’re going to be silent, be good for daddy. understood?”
“i understand daddy” i squeaked out, knowing he would want verbal confirmation. “my smart little girl” i smiled at the praise.
i let out a big sigh, getting as comfortable as i could while matt opened the discord (LMFAO) app on his phone and hopped on the channel with everyone.
“hey i’m back” he said, placing his phone on the desk and grabbing his controller.
“why?” someone whose voice i didn’t recognize asked.
“i got bored” lie
“what about y/n?” i tensed up when i heard nick say my name.
“she’s good” he placed a kiss on my cheek, letting me know i was doing well, “she’s zoned out on tiktok” another lie
i held back a giggle, amused by his very blatant lies.
it had been about twenty minutes and if we’re being honest i was a mess. i was basically drooling all over matt’s shirt but i was being good. i hadn’t moved or clenched and i stayed silent. it was hard but i just focused on how good it would be when he finally fucked me.
at one point, matt started button mashing, tensing his cock inside me. out of instinct and desperate to not make any noise, i bit down on his shoulder. i expected some reprimand from him but he said nothing. i decided that might be a good way to distract myself.
i started slowly placing wet kisses down his neck and shoulder, seeing if he would stop me. he didn’t though, he kept playing his game, making small talk with his friends. i began sucking small hickies into his shoulder and neck, his tank top allowing me access to more skin. it was a good coping mechanism, until they lost.
“damnit chris!” matt shouted, the other guys making similar remarks. in his anger, he pushed up into me, making me bite down on his shoulder again to hold back any noise.
matt leaned forward and ended the call, leaving his controller next to his phone.
“‘m sorry daddy” i felt bad, tears filled my lash line at the thought of him being mad at me.
“it’s okay angel, it’s not your fault i lost, if anything you helped, my little good luck charm” he rubbed my back, giving me a kiss on my head, still buried in his neck.
matt pulled my head back, cupping my face in his hands. he looked into my eyes and must’ve saw the tears because his expression dropped.
“hey, hey baby, don’t cry. are you okay?”
“jus don’t want you to be mad at me”
he pulled me into a sweet short kiss before disconnecting out lips and pressing his forehead against mine.
“daddy’s not mad sweetheart, you were so good for me” i could hear the relief in his voice, knowing i wasn’t hurt.
“and because you were so good, daddy’s gonna fuck you however you want. you still want that baby?”
i nodded frantically, him stilling my movements by kissing me. matt stood up, holding right underneath my ass. i gasped into the kiss, which was muffled in his lips. matt kept kissing me, fighting to explore my mouth with his tongue. there was no need though, i parted my lips, letting him in with no resistance from me. he kicked his bottoms off and placed me on the bed, hovering over me. he moved his kisses down my neck, nipping at my skin.
“how do you want me to fuck you angel?”
i honestly hadn’t thought about it, despite how much time i had, but the feeling of his weight on top of me, the thought of our chests pressed together and being able to watch his face contort in pleasure made the choice easy.
“fuck, like this daddy please, wanna see you” i grabbed at his shirt, pulling it up his torso as much as i could before he yanked it over his head.
matt pulled my shirt up and lifted it gently over my head, careful not to get it stuck on my nose or ears. i blushed at the simple gesture, he was always so gentle with me, even when he wanted to ruin me, matt made sure i was comfortable.
he finally began thrusting into me, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. i was getting the pleasure i had been craving for the last hour, and it was incredible.
“god you feel so good baby, so warm and tight” his words drove me crazy and he knew it.
i could feel my orgasm approaching quickly, matt’s deep thrusts becoming too much.
“daddy, ‘m close” i whined.
“gonna cum already baby? is daddy making you feel that good?”
“yes fuck feels so good”
“let go for me princess, be a good girl and cum on my cock” he sped up his thrusts.
i let out a moan that could almost be classified as a scream as matt fucked me through my high. but i quickly realized, he wasn’t stopping.
“daddy! s’too much” i yelled, clawing my nails down his back and along his arms.
“you can take it baby, you’re gonna cum one more time for me okay? whenever you’re ready”
i let out the most pathetic, lewd noises known to man as matt ruthlessly pounded into me. the only term to describe it was euphoric, i was seeing stars every time i closed my eyes. i could feel my orgasm creeping up on me again, i wanted to warn matt but i couldn’t form a sentence. i babbled at him, parts of words coming out between whines and moans.
“close again angel?” i just whimpered at him, hoping he’d know what i meant.
“go on baby, i wanna feel you clench around me then daddy’ll fill you with his cum” he whispered into my ear, speeding up his thrusts even more if possible. i needed him to cum inside me, i felt like i’d die if i didn’t feel him fill me up.
“please” i managed to squeak out.
i let out a loud cry before matt placed his lips on mine, absorbing any noise i made. as soon as i came, i felt his hot cum coating my walls. he fucked me through both of our orgasms before collapsing on top of me. it was the most incredible feeling i’ve ever experienced, i felt like i was floating, despite his weight on top of me.
matt propped himself up on his elbows and began peppering my face with kisses. i giggled, pulling my hands up to my face to try and cover it. he grabbed my wrists moving them away and placed a passionate kiss to my lips. it was the kind of kiss that says ‘i love you, i cherish you’ without any words. matt pulled away.
“you okay my love?” he asked, finally pulling out of me. i felt so empty without him, it was such a strange feeling.
“mhm” i nodded.
“you wanna take a nap?”
“yes please”
matt began to pull out of me but i wrapped my legs around him, my feet kicking his butt. (lol) he looked at me confused.
“can you stay inside me?” i looked up at him, making the best puppy eyes i could. the thought of him pulling out, not being filled by him, honestly made me sad.
“are you sure baby?” he knew i liked cockwarming but not this much.
“please, i feel so full, it feels so fucking good” he giggled at me, kissing all over my face again.
“do you know how much i love you?” he placed a kiss on my forehead, “how cute you are?” a kiss on my nose, “how goddamn sexy you are?” finally kissing my lips.
“i think i have an idea”
#sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#nick sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo smut
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Soldier Boy as a Girl Dad
Ben was elated when he learned he was going to be a dad. He saw it as a chance to have something he never got when he was a kid. He was disappointed to learn that you were having a girl, but once you gave birth man oh man did his worldview change drastically.
Ben’s view was the woman to stays in the home and pumps out babies while the man goes to work and brings home the bacon. Ben was always a misogynistic ass, less so with you, but now he was just an ass. He did not want his daughter to grow up in a world where she was only treated as a Broodmare. No, he wanted her to rule the world.
Early on he taught his daughter how to fight and protect herself from bullies, which would occur due to her dad being a supe. You’d often tell Ben to stop, “Ben, we have to talk to the teachers and let them handle it.” “Oh, come on y/n, you know how they handle bullying there. No daughter of mine is going to be a damsel in distress.” It wasn’t until you got a call from the elementary school principal saying that your 6-year-old daughter punched her bully at school. You went to get your daughter from the principals’ office and as you left with your daughter and Ben in tow, you heard him say, “Show me where you punched him.” Out of the corner of your eye you’d see your daughter make a fist and place it on Ben’s chin. Ben let out a loud chuckle, “Atta girl.”
Pre-Teen years were awful. Your daughter became less of a daddy’s girl and more of a bratty teenager. Whenever Ben would try to connect with her, he was always met with attitude, eye rolls with constant saying of ‘that’s so lame’. You’d back Ben up by telling your daughter to snap out of it, but was met with hostility, “What are you going to do about it mom? You’re just a normie.” By this time her powers were developing, and strength was one of the first skills. It wasn’t until Ben had to save her from a supe terrorist, who fucked with the wrong dad, that her attitude towards the two of you changed.
Teen years your daughter became more mellow and hung out with the two of you more. Ben even taught her how to spar and use her powers appropriately. He’d teach her how to drive and how to do her math homework. “What do you mean they want you to do it that way, my way is easier.” “It’s called Common Core math dad. Everyone has to learn it.” Every time Ben helped her with math, he’d become frustrated and soft glowing would emit from his chest. You quickly found a tutor for your daughter, as we don’t need another explosion like Moscow happening again.
When it came to your daughter’s first date, Ben almost blew a gasket. “We should talk to her about safe sex.” “SAFE SEX?!” “Yes Ben. Teenagers have sex and we need to prepare her and make sure she understands that protection is important.” Suffice to say you handled that conversation. When the boy came over to pick your daughter up, he made the poor mistake of cracking a joke, “We’ll sir I’m surprised you’re not sitting there cleaning a gun with how your daughter talks about you.” “Son, I don’t need a gun to kill you.” Ben scared that poor boy off after the first date.
When your daughter left for college, Ben was trying his best to keep his shit together. Watching her car drive down the road you ask, “Was it everything you were hoping it would be?” Ben chuckles, pulls you close, and wipes a tear trailing down his cheek. He said, “Better than what I could have hoped for.”
#the boys#the boys amazon#billy butcher x reader#soldier boy#soldier boy x reader#jensen ackles#billy butcher#frenchie#karl urban#mothers milk#kimiko the boys#the boys series#the boys tv#the boys season 3
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Gun x reader fluff? Gun being jealous of us over a kitten ? 🥺👉👈👈
yessss ofcourse! our Gun being a babygirl is all I ever need! tysm for the request anon!
Gun x Reader | “me or it?”
“Gun..” you whined lowly, showing him the best of your puppy eyes, and all that you tried was in vain. He was not an easy nut to crack, well not at all if it werent for you, but he was somewhere deep down weak for you.
“nope, not at all, its raining like crazy, and you want to pet that cat? really? what if you get wet or catch a cold? I cannot risk that you know” He replied to you, trying hard to sound so cold and ruthless, but really there was a hidden hint of softness to his voice, one which only you could notice.
“Gun..please?..I wont take much time I promise!…pleaseee?” But you werent going to back off that easy either, you were stubborn, and no body can move you away once you have decided something. maybe, he was considering it, maybe somewhere he was thinking of your request. but finally he agreed.
“fine, not more than 5 minutes okay? and no I wont adopt it in case you become too attached” He spoke, opening the door for you so you could step outside on the sidewalk where the little kitten was hidding in a wooden box.
“what a poor kitty…must be hard for you here right?” you picked it almost like you were caressing a baby, softly placing the small kitten inside your arms carefully, in case you drop it, you wouldn’t but precaution is always good.
“its soooo cute!!” Trying to contain your happiness at the wholesome of the small innocent brown kitty.
but there was someone who was..not liking it at all. and it was no one other than Gun himself.
“Caring so much for a small kitty huh? its not like its gonna survive out here in the wild, theres no point” the jealousy was smell-able, very strong scent of jealousy indeed.
“cmon Gun! dont be so pesky, its just a poor little kitten” you lightly punched his arm from the back, he was not happy at all. what had the kitten done to deserve your precious attention and why not him? he deserves it too and probably more, he cares for you so much doesn’t he? and he loves you just as much, then why would you care for this kitten more?
“ugh..5 minutes are gonna be up soon you know?” he remarked, obviously getting more irritated as he watched you show the little kitten your love more and more by every passing second.
“Aw man..I wish I could take it home, but anyway, I hope you stay safe” you blow a kiss to the kitty, before putting it down to where it was. Now all that was left for you to do was go back inside your car and ride back home. Gun seemed happier now, well, almost like he was about to kill it if you had stayed there longer, but he didnt want to make you upset in any way, after all, you did really love that grumpy man.
just know when you returned home, he didnt even leave you alone for a second, cuddling and hugging you, nuzzling his face in your chest, he wanted your love too, hes just as adorable as the kitten!
#lookism manhwa#park jonggun#lookism#lookism jonggun#Park Jonggun x reader#Gun park x reader#Heongiu answers#Heongiu writes#Park Jonggun fluff#Lookism fluff headcanons
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Throwing this ask over for if you ever want to ramble about Bendy ✨/nf (we are getting fed lately, 3 more games??? A movie??? Ink demon at a rave??? What???)
BENDY RAMBLE PERMISSION? OH HECK YEA!!
We are SO getting fed! I can't wait for what the games have in store for us. With The Cage supposed to release some time this year ANS THE MOVIE??? OH DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT!
I love the Bendy series to bits. Like actually
I've been keeping up with it since chapter 3 of BATIM- haven't read any of the books sadly but that can be excused right???
ANYWAY
The Cage is supposed to be a look behind the scenes at what happened on the other side of things while Audrey was busy explaining the concept of personal space to Wilson, if I remembee right? Also supposed to be darker and gorrier SUPER EXCITED FOR THAT
Then... in Secrets of the Machine we get teasers for B3ndy and Bendy Silent Town...
I hope B3ndy's gonna pick up on where BATDR left off, Gent taking away the Ink Machine to GOD KNOWS WHERE??? With Bendy now being out in the real world... it begs the question of who the role of big bad and smiling (traumatized, very much traumatized) will fall on... As for who we may play as.... maybe it could be this Riley Wells (hope I got the surname right) character we found out about in Secrets of the Machine? They ended up being a GENT employee so it's not completely out the question? They were employed at Joey Drew Studios before but- got fired because their ideas were too grotesque and dark for Joey's liking (EXCUSE THEM for having trauma you entrepreneur a-hole).
As for Bendy Silent Town... I feel like that game may be a look at mayhaps the genre of Bendy cartoons Riley had scripted? As I said, their ideas were dark. And what is Silent Town? A complete turn to the left at what Bendy games are. Unsure if the hand in the teaser image is Bendy's but- the char has a revolver named Alice FJFJ does that say anything? I dunno! Fjfjfj Getting to shoot cartoon bad guys in a cartoon tho? Aw heck yea! I suck at shooters but I'm willing to try my hand at one if it's Bendy
This is getting long lmfao
AH I haven't realized, but Secrets of the Machine came out on 4/14 (cuz- not american, use a different date format heh) which is the last loop that took place before Wilson or Audrey right? Some significance there
Oml I'm gonna fall into rambling about Bendy and the Ink Demon aren't I?
When you break all the cutouts in Secrets of the Machine, you get instakilled by the Ink Demon. Which. Deserved. I ended up doing that a lot cuz I didn't KNOW what I was supposed to do??? And destroying the cutouts was the quickest way out nfjfjc sorry Benders I promise it wasn't personal.
Anywho- yea it's been over a year YET I'M STILL NOT OVER HOW THE INK DEMON LITERALLY HAD BEEN TORTURED BY THE KEEPERS??? Like- YOU CAN'T JUST THROW THAT AT ME AND NOT EXPECT ME TO WEEP LIKE A BABY- My man's gone through literal hell even before he's been carelessly thrown into the machine "because he was imperfect" my ass, I bet the worst he ever did while in the Real world was walk around and be curious about everything while the only thing decisively threatening about him was his appearance... WHICH ALSO he had nothing to do with??? That's all on Joey and GENT for fucking up and only looking at the outside and not the inside. Is it obvious how much I need this guy to have a happy life?? He has a chance for that with Audrey now which I'm honestly so damn glad for nfnfnc Poor guy had been forced to follow a predetermined script where he was cast as the villain... tbf.. wouldn't anyone end up embracing that role when they've had to go through it for hundreds of loops?? I'd grow tired of trying to change anything as well.
Can... can you imagine? A little scene with Audrey and Bendy in B3ndy where they're just hanging out with eachother in Audrey's apartment.... PLEASE
Ah this got long hehe nfnfjfb
ALSO still not over Henry. My favorite father figure. Pls be a dad to them I beg
I STILL DUNNO WHAT THE RAVE IS ABT 😭😭 Haven't seen anything abt it YET- BUT AYYYYY
AND OML YEA THE MOVIE PLEASE GIB SOME BEFORE THE INK WORLD SNIPPETS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE?? Could you imagine? Just- getting to see how the studio was before it all went to hell??? I- GETTING TO SEE THE PROGRESS ON THE INK MACHINE??? MAYBE EVEN BENDY'S CREATION????? And and oml SAMMY before he went "My Lord, My Saviour, coocoo in the head" THE VAST WORLD OF POSSIBILITIES
#answered asks#frens ask#unnamed-proxy#bendy spoilers#bendy and the dark revival spoilers#bendy and the ink machine spoilers#batdr#batim#bendy#bendy secrets of the machine#bsotm
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I put a spell on you (and now you're mine) Chapter 6: Peel off all their eyelids
The moon is high in the sky and Techno still hasn’t made his way home. Wilbur is awake, tuning his old guitar and the crows sitting in the trees have fallen asleep. The stillness of the night is disrupted by a distraught wail, one only capable of coming from a babe.
Phil is a deep sleeper, a flaw when it comes to parenting really, and so he doesn’t stir as Tommy wakes from a nightmare with a heart wrenching cry. Wilbur does. At first he’s disoriented and struggles to remember what happened before he fell into rhythmic composition, and then all at once he remembers his new little brother and his father’s inability to wake unless prompted by an alarm or extremely loud noise.
He hurriedly grabs his glasses, stumbling out of his own bed and into the hallway, following the sound of the persistent cries. The brunet pushes the door open in a panic, rushing in to pick up the screaming infant.
“It’s alright, it’s ok, shhh.” He mumbles in a soft, crooning voice, lips pressed to Tommy’s forehead as he bounces him ever so slightly. “Hey, hey, it’s ok.” The cries don’t quiet and Wilbur never was that good with children - one time he made a toddler cry by smiling at them.
Running out of comforting words and ideas he turns to his one instinctual response, his magic. Cool sparks run off of his fingertips, illuminating the dim room with a multitude of patterns and colours. This time the little one’s cries cease, and he’s left sniffling as he stares at the sparks in awe.
The night is still once again, only this time filled with bright lights and wide smiles. Wilbur - seeing how calm the baby has become - begins to sing softly, lips still hovering above Tommy’s forehead.
“Come little children, I’ll take thee away, into a land of enchantment. Come little children, the times come to play, here in my garden of shadows.” The combination of the pleasant singing (which sounds too perfect) and the light show calms him into a completely serene state.
“Follow sweet children, I’ll show thee the way, through all the pain and the sorrow. Weep not poor children, for life is this way, murdering beauty and passions.” As he comes to a stop, he realises little Theseus has fallen back to slumber and slinks away with him into his own room.
“We don’t want you to wake Phil up, do we?”
His walls are decorated with posters and lyrics, his guitar held on one of the walls by a rack, messy bed against the left wall. Moving through the room carefully, he pulls off his glasses and settles back onto his mattress with Tommy in tow.
“Sleep well, sunshine.”
Soon the night is over, sun shining at the break of dawn, and baby Tommy is very awake.
‘Where the fuck am I? This isn’t Phil’s bed…’ His first assumption is he’s been kidnapped from his kidnappers, and then he thinks of Schlatt. Just his name sends his heart and mind into a frenzy, lungs squeezing and breath shallowing. The effects of a panic attack are much harsher on a baby and Tommy learns this the hard way as he can’t breathe.
“It’s a good thing I’m such a light sleeper, huh Theseus?” At those words he’s pulled into a warm embrace, rocking gently back and forth as Wilbur starts the same lullaby from a few hours ago. The lyrics are coated in honey, thick and sickly sweet, and they calm him instantly.
“Let’s go get some breakfast, yeah? Maybe you can have some pancakes.” Lifting himself from the bed he grabs his glasses and a pair of slippers, hauling himself down the stairs into the silent living room. Moving through to the kitchen he conjures another high chair, slightly more translucent than Phil’s - showcasing their difference in abilities - and places Tommy into it.
‘This is just baby jail, you can’t keep me in here!’
“Oh yes, I know, you must be so hungry.” Wilbur nods his head in mock agreement as sparks ignite at his fingers, bouncing around the kitchen and grabbing various ingredients and cooking utensils. “Food won’t take long at all, my little sunray.” The sparks dance through the room, occasionally reaching Tommy and smoothing against his face, getting to work on cooking breakfast.
“You are just adorable! I can see why Phill was so adamant about keeping you around.” On the last word he ruffles thick golden curls. In a flash he turns in a full 360, now holding a childish plastic plate with cut up pieces of pancake. Cartoonish drawings of animals and greenery are plastered among it, smiling at the blond boy.
“You eat up now, so you can get big and strong like your older brother Wilbur!” After booping the child’s nose he takes his own seat at the table, a plate of neatly stacked pancakes and syrup in front of him.
‘Older brother? All you fuckers are delusional! Batshit insane!’ He shoves a bite of pancake in his mouth, barely-there teeth tearing it apart. All is calm in the quaint kitchen, until it isn’t.
A loud screech can be heard from the upper floor of the house, followed by a resounding thump, thump, thump as Phil comes barreling down the stairs.
“Where’s my baby?!” It’s shrill and coarse, the winged man clearly only just waking to discover Theseus missing. He comes to a sudden stop at the archway to the kitchen, eyes wide and wings puffed up in anxiety, only to see his sons sitting and enjoying a pancake breakfast.
‘Wow, you look like shit, old man.’
He blinks at the scene once, twice and a third time before his wings fall from their heightened position - a warning, a threat . He slowly paces towards Tommy, arms coming out shakily as if to reassure himself that he’s really there. “Theseus.” Relief floods his voice as he picks up the babe, clutching him close and tight, before turning to Wilbur.
“What- Why- What are you both doing down here?” His tone is almost accusatory, waiting to pick apart the reasoning behind his baby being taken from him in the dead of night.
“Well, little Theseus here woke up crying, so I serenaded him back to sleep and took him to my room so that he wouldn’t disturb you. Now we’re enjoying some pancakes for breakfast.”
“You serenaded him? Do you know how dangerous that could be!?” The explanation only riled the elder witch up further, causing him to shout with Tommy’s very sensitive ears right under him, eliciting a whine from the younger.
Immediately Phil is overcome with guilt as he tries to sooth the infant, resting his cheek on the top of his golden locks and mumbling almost incoherently. “I’m so sorry baby, I didn’t mean to shout. I’d never do anything to hurt you, no, no, no.”
“Uh, dad? The serenading didn’t have any side effects. I made sure to check.” It seems that’s all the reassurance he needs as Phil comes undone, relaxing his tight hold on Tommy as his eyes come back into focus.
“Good… That’s good.” The tense atmosphere dissipates as he strides into the living room, seating himself and the babe onto a single chair. “It’s nice to see you two getting along. That’s very important to me.” He smiles at his sons, Wilbur smiling back whilst Tommy tries to grimace, which comes across as a gummy baby smile.
“Speaking of, I do have to go get a bunch of baby stuff today…”
“I can watch him! We had tons of fun with breakfast, didn't we Thee?” A hopeful grin spreads across the brunet’s face as he squats in front of the chair and waves at the baby.
‘You made me pancakes, when I’m a big man again I may spare you.’
“If you’re sure Will. I’ll only be gone a few hours tops.”
Tommy loses track of the time as he's rocked by Phil, the man humming a familiar tune whilst reading an old spell book. Of course he spends that time plotting all the ways he can make the Soot family and that no good bastard Schlatt pay for their crimes against him.
‘And then I’ll fucking- peel off all their eyelids.’ The mischievous glint which shimmers in his eyes is ignored by the older blond, who is completely engrossed in his grimoire. The book slams shut as the winged man stands and stretches, settling it onto the nearest shelf and calling for his son. The brunet descends the stairs and comes to take Tommy from his father’s hold, wiggling his fingers in front of the babe’s face.
“Have you heard from Techno, mate?” A slight worry echoes in his words as he wrings his hands together, utilising his magic to bring him his cloak.
“Not at all, but you know how he is. He’ll be back by tonight.” Too distracted by the baby in his arms, he fails to notice the malice emanating off of his father, jealousy coursing through his veins. Without any further conversation Phil leaves, shopping list in hand, and uses his large wings to ascend into the air.
“Well Theseus, how do you feel about some finger painting?”
Tommy loves finger painting. He loves how much mess he can cause with no repercussions, and secretly he enjoys creating something so innocent. Paint splatters lie along the floor, some reaching to the edges of the skirting board, and two brothers are sat in the middle of it all. Tommy’s yellow baby onesie is no longer just yellow, an array of blues, greens, reds, pinks and purples covering the material.
Meanwhile Wilbur is free of any paint, willing his magic to swipe any stray flicks coming towards him away. He reaches out to smooth a dash of paint off of the baby’s cheek, managing to just spread it further and leaving a smear of blue paint.
“What a messy little man! Little baby man!” Unable to resist the urge, the brunet squishes his chubby cheeks. In return, the infant clumsily puts his hands onto the older’s hands. A resounding barely contained squeal follows.
“You’re going to be the death of me sunshine, you have no idea.”
‘Maybe you’re not so bad, but you’re definitely still fucking crazy.’
#tommyinnit#philza minecraft#technoblade#wilbur soot#sbi au#sbi family dynamic#dark sbi#found family#dream smp#inspired by hocus pocus#magic au
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Waaa maggy the new update for lovesick is so good!! 🥺🥺 But lol 🤧🤧 poor mc. It’s interesting to see her becoming conflicted with her soul bond throughout the chapter.
Aw Heejin 😢 I wonder if he noticed that she hasn’t been around or answering her calls? I’m sure Namjoon or Jimin found a way to make whatever excuses seem like they’re from her.
Man, I do not envy mc and how emotionally/mentally exhausting it must be to constantly be on edge with these guys 😵💫 But lmao at how Jimin catches her weariness every time 🫠
Wait bc why is it kinda sweet that the guys are trying to pick up her interests 🥲 And how Seokjin and Jungkook genuinely seem to want to enjoy her hobbies with her. Ooh, I also really like the part where she finds out about the “pull” and how it had affected her as well. I think bc she doesn’t feel as strongly toward the guys as they do to her, she might’ve thought she had a level of immunity toward it. So her finding out she moved close to them bc of the soul bond is like 😧😧
i also liked her conversation with JK and how like, in every universe, he’s the baby of the tannies 🤧🤧 ALSO!! I almost SCREAMED at the almost-kiss between them!! Bc she was leaning toward him too 😧😧😧
Oof bc vmin 🥲🥲 they make me so nervous for the mc lmao. I think this was my favorite section of the chapter bc as soon as Yoongi left it was that [Simpson “I’m in danger” meme]. And LOL bc I *KNEW* that Jimin wasn’t buying the mc’s act since he always caught her slipping a few times, but the way you built it up to when he actually confronted her about it is just 😘🤌🏼 *chefs kiss* And Tae too 🥲🥲 I’m a little nervous how he’s going to react once she returns home
Which brings me to the last part bc I did NOT expect NAMJOON to be the one to catch her. I knew it’d be too easy for her to just escape this chapter but how unlucky 🥲 And poor her just giving up toward the end 😭
Another great chapter as always! I can’t wait to see how you wrap up the last few chapters of this story 💜
Tiffie!! Thank you so much!! 🤧💖
The poor girl can never catch a break, lmao 😩 I'm glad you find it interesting because the MC's internal conflict is so fun for me to write!
Heejun has definitely noticed that she's gone! We'll hear more about what he's been up to and what the boys have been doing to keep him off their tracks in the next chapter!
Me neither, friend. I don't think my body would be able to handle it, lmao. I just imagine a slow pan away from the MC every time she slips up and then you find Jimin staring at her from the corner of the room sdjsk 💀
I guess it's because they're actually trying to put some effort into getting to know the MC/her interests? Which we haven't seen much off until now, oop 😬 Yess, that's exactly what I was going for! She has been able to brush off the bond and distance herself mentally from them since she didn't believe it affected her, but now that she knows that's not true, she's going to really struggle to even trust herself moving forward.
JK is always baby, it would be a crime to not have them doting on him 🤧 She sure was! 👀 You can bet the MC is gonna be torn up about that.
Lmao yesss 😭 Ahh, thank you sm!! As for Tae ... you’ll have to wait and see 😬
Hehehe 😌 I was scared it would be way too obvious that it would be him, but I think the chapter being so busy kinda managed to bury that lead a bit?? I hope so at least! I know it doesn’t seem like it, but the MC still has some fight left in her 🤧
Thank you so so much!! 💖💖
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Had an adventure at Target the other day.
My husband (Honeybee) and I recently went to his little sister's wedding. Wonderful little thing. Beautiful reception. We had a blast and I got Honeybee to dance with me for a while. He even cried a little and gave a sweet toast as her "man of honor".
Well the thing is that their parents didn't want to fund a Bartender or have a cash bar or anything like that so they just bought all the booze as wholesale as possible, by the case at a Sam's club by my guess. No liquor, just wine and beer. I honestly had expected a dry wedding as the bride and groom aren't really into alcohol. They both were shocked when I brought this up at the reception though and insisted that a celebration wasn't complete without wine and dancing so shows how much I know lol.
Anyway, after the wedding was over and everyone went home and slept off their hangovers there comes the question of what the hell do you do with all the alcohol left over. People drank plenty of it sure but no one was blotto (cuz it wasn't a wedding on MY side of the family) and no one even hurked into a garbage can. It was a great time. The only champagne bottle that was finished; of which there were 13, one for every single table, was drank entirely by one of Honeybee's uncles who then tottered around hugging everyone and telling them how much he loved them. Great time, 10/10
Well the answer my inlaws came up with was to dump over half of it on me and my husband, since we actually drink and have friends over regularly who drink and it wouldn't go to waste.
So now my vegetable drawer in particular is full with 5 extra large bottles of champagne. Honeybee decides the best way to get rid of them is to make mimosas since it's winter anyway and we both need any excuse possible to get our vitamin c intake. This brings us to target.
It's not the only thing on our list and not even the particular reason we picked target. We need baby locks for the cabinets because my kitty cat Spectre is too damn smart for his own good and can easily open cabinets. Or slam cabinets to get attention. Our local target has a pretty decent "baby crap" section but a shitty grocery section that's mostly snacks. We bank on them having orange juice anyway because neither of us want to deal with the crowd at Walmart or Kroger.
So we're going down the main aisle of target, where they put the little displays of random crap in the middle of the walkway. (seriously why the hell do retailers do this, I had to set up and organize a few while I was manager at a JCP and they're awful and inconvenient and they suck so fucking bad)
Maintaining one of these displays is a short guy with a goatee. I'm 5'4" and know I have no damn room to talk but this lad is shorter. But!! Coming up the opposite way of the aisle is an older gentleman holding one of those purse sized toasted brown coloured dogs that look like teddy bears. I know he's not supposed to have the dog but I don't give a crap. As one does when seeing a dog but knowing you don't have the time or inclination to ask to pet a strangers dog, I coo about the dog to my husband.
"Oh! He's so little!!" I squee to him. I'm in awe! How could a little dog look so much like a teddy bear given blessed life! He's a perfect creature.
My husband looks over where I'm looking and comes back with,
"For a second I thought you were talking about the manlet."
He did not, in fact, seriously think I was talking about the poor employee who hopefully didn't hear us as we were well and past him. I hope that target employee was blasting his eardrums out with a podcast or something because not long after they started the fucking Christmas music on the overhead and it made me want to die. JCP destroyed any good feelings I had for repetitive santa flavored tunes.
Anyway, Target does sell orange juice, and now there's significantly less champagne in my vegetable drawer, but unfortunately I still have 8 bottles of wine and a crapload of beer for us to work through. I'm trying to use the wine to cook with.
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Reunited ch 3
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Thank you for everyone who’s read this. I’m trying my best to write I’m still a baby writer. Bold is Navi
Updated 7/10/23
Miles pov
After checking in on Spider and seeing he got a clean bill of health I took him with me to get some proper clothes. Just looking at him was making me cold.
“Here kid” I say , throwing a bundle at him.
“What! I'm not wearing this.”
“Kid, I ain't asking, I need these people to see you as an asset and right now you smell horrible so you're going to go get cleaned up and changed while I try and find your momma.”
“Wait find her, what happened, is she ok? Did you do something to her for helping me?’ He says throwing the bundle to the ground and trying to advance on me. The kids ready to fight read to scour the ship to try to find the women he's met once really. I know it's wrong, this feeling of knowing what I said to the general would work. But I can’t help but feel proud of him. Proud he's willing to protect his mom. However the nagging feeling in the back of my mind to stay on track won't go away.
“Just give me a break kid ok, now go get cleaned up, i have other things to do.” I finish my sentence by taking the co mask and breathing out of it for a while. I almost miss being outside, being able to breathe normally.
Spider picks the bundle back up and goes off to the bathroom after some time he comes back now clean of the paint and mud that was all over him now in some board shorts and a regular tshirt, no shoes though well whatever i'll count this as a win for now. Grabbing Spider , a new mask and pack we set off to find y/n. I have a pretty good feeling the others took her back to our area.
We cross the threshold and switch masks, Spider putting his on and me finally being able to take mine off. The doors open and I see my team. Lopes prager, brown and ja are all playing cards. Walker and Fike are arm wrestling while Warren and Zhang cheer them on.
Spider just looks around in awe at all the giant stuff around him. We continue on into thee training area where i see Lyle and z-dog standing watching something
“Wainfleet, Zdinarsk where’s y/n” Getting closer i see the answer to my question currently pummelling a poor punching bag
“Shit she's pissed.”
“Yeah it was everything we could do not to be on the receiving end of that”. Z states as she continues to watch your rage on
“Yeah colonel we left that for you to deal with.”
“Well thanks for that lady’s. Shit well, good thing I came bearing gifts. Stay here for a second kid don't need you getting in the middle of this.”
“Yeah, let's not let him see mommy and daddy fight.” Z says sarcastically to me
“It won't be much of a fight, more a show of the Colonel getting beat up” Lyle adds with a laugh as he fist bumps Z . I was definitely going to get back at those two insubordinates, I swear.
I keep walking over to y/n. She’s sweating and clearly riled up with how fast her tail is swinging behind her. I hear z and Lyle making bets on who's going to win with Spider chirping up that she'll win great, at least I know he's not scared.
“Y/n”.
At her name she stills , catching the bag with both arms so it stops swaying in front of her.
“Y/n?”
She turns quickly, leveling me with a hard gase. Her ears are twitching back and forth, her tail standing at aleart.
“Now darlin just hear me out” is all i get out before she starts taking swipes at me.
I dodge to the best of my ability not really wanting to fight her since i know im wrong this time. Not that i would admit it.
I go to bring my right arm up blocking her punches but she just grabs onto me kicking at my ankle to pull me off balance, now on the ground she straddles me all i can do is put up my arms to protect my face as she keeps raining punches
“You let them take our son.”
“Darlin, look over there the kids fine, he's safe and sound and he wont leave your side again, i swear.”
“He's our son Miles, our son, not just some kid.
Finally having enough of her punches I grab both her wrists tightly holding them to her side
“I know, I know darlin, it’ll be fine just ease up on me mamas you're gripping a little hard” All I can focus on is her toned legs around my waist bringing up fond memories. Of us being in this same position about 17 years prior
Y/n pov
I just shake my head at his stupid sly grin and ungrapple him, letting him up I walk over to Lyle, Z-dog and spider, the latter of the group exchanging candys, I'm guessing they bet on who would win.
Coming to a standstill in front of the boy. All i can get out is just “Hi”
It takes everything in me not to grab him and hold him to me. Wanting the reassurance he's actually Here, and I didn't just make it all up. I dropped to my knees so we’re somewhat the same height
“How do you feel, has everyone taken care of you? I unconsciously lifted my hand wanting to grab and look him over. He just grabbed my finger in his hand and smiled at me.
“Yeah um quartich got me looked at “
“He did?” I say turning back to level my gaze at the marine behind me. He just steps back raising his hands in defense, not wanting to get another lashing.
“Good. I see you got some fresh clothes too.
“Yeah.”
“Well is there anything else you need are you hungry or anything
“I'm fine,uhh thank you.”
I feel the tears welling up and everyone can see it
“I know this may be a lot but can I hug you…..please”
I can see the decisiveness pass through his eyes before he bounds up to me wrapping his small arms around my neck. I just breathe him in. Enjoying the feeling of my child finally back in my arms. He looks much cleaner than the last time I saw him but he definitely needs a haircut. I can still see stuff stuck in the dreads at the ends
“I do have to ask, sweetie, when was the last time you clean, cleaned your hair?”
“Uhhhhhhhh”
“It’s fine sweetie it's just I know the colonel got you to clean up a little but you still have some stuff stuck in here.” I take my hands to his hair and pull out a full twig. Spider blushes but I just smile and laugh holding him still by my side.”
“I guess i do need to get it cleaned.”
“Id be more than happy to help you if you’d like “
“Uh yeah that would be nice”
I smile at my baby taking in his face for the millionth time
“Ok well why don't you go with aunty z and uncle Lyle and hang out with the others while i go get cleaned up ok.”
“Ok “
I stand staring at the two recoms in front of me `Take care of him please”, is all I say but they can definitely hear the underlying threat that if anything happened to him they would get worse treatment than their colonel just did. So they both just vigorously shake their heads yes and take spider over towards the others. I walk away going towards the showers hearing miles heavy footsteps following behind. I don’t even bother looking his way or feeling shy as I take off all my gear to finally wash off. Running through a jungle and then finding my now grown son, the pounding headaches I’ve had since and the hatred im feeling for the rda right now are just the tip of the iceberg
“Darlin you gonna talk to me.” Miles asks from behind me. Sitting on one of the benches just staring at the wall beyond me
“I don’t really know what to say to you.”
“Darlin you understand why we're here right”
“Yes I do but that doesn’t mean I have to agree with it especially if it enrolled my son”
“Our son”
“No no you don’t get to say that after letting them take him you don’t get to…to.” I feel strong arms wrap around me holding me as I finally cry, finally let out the emotional frustration that has been building since waking up in this new body.
Miles held me close, the hot water pouring over both of us. I feel his remorse through his body. Even just him letting me beat on him earlier showed how guilty he felt. My tears have dried as I feel miles kissing my shoulder and neck. I just pull away from him. Staring up at his handsome blue face. His eyes say thousands. All his emotions are betrayed by his eyes. I don't have it in me to be upset with him anymore and smile back at him. His cute tail stands up as he pulls me close again, kissing my lips before continuing to kiss up and down my neck.
“Your all wet now.” is all i can get out as i feel my body start to heat up and it’s not from the water
“I don’t care”. He just continues to kiss me leaving marks as he goes. I just drag my hands to the front of his shirt, grasping the hem to drag it up and over his head.
(Insert smut here. I don't know how to write smut yet sooo yeah sorry use your imaginations if i learn how to write it i'll come back and change this)
Once we’re both clean and changed into new clothes that I had to go get since Miles didn’t bring any of his own.
We both make our way back over to the others; they're all now at the poker table. Everyone’s trying to keep on their poker faces but Spider's face makes me smile, the comically large cards in his hands and his concentrated face. I go up behind him and see that he actually has a good hand. But I can tell he has no idea as he just looks up at me with a huge smile on his face before going back to look serious. Patting the top of his head I just take some cards and show him how he should play his hand when it comes his turn.
Lyle smirks as he sets his cards down the others all groaning as they lose, as he goes to scoop up the pot towards him, i just smile and stop him. He playfully glares back in challenge as i nudge Spider to show his hand. Everyone cheers as Lyle falls over dramatically in defeat.
Miles pov
Everyone’s goofing off and laughing, and it warms my heart. I can feel the old colonel in my mind telling me to get back on task but the longer I stare at y/n and spider, the more I hear the others' joy the less prominent that voice becomes.
Spider now stands on the table as everyone fake bows to his card prowess. Y/n just stand behind them all laughing with a beautiful smile on her face. I wish i could capture the moment. This is what should’ve been, and ill be damned if it gets taken away from me again.
Your pov
Now that the game is over i pick spider off the table and set him back on the ground.
“Ok kid did you decide what you want to do with your hair.”
“Uhh yeah i guess cutting it would be the best option but not too short ok i don't want to look like Wainfleet.
Lyle just gaps at spider while everyone else laughs, poking fun at the bald soldier
“I can’t blame him, Corporal, I'd hate to look like you ugly blue ass to thank god the kids at least got taste,” Miles says poking fun at his oldest friend.
“Just so you know I can grow hair, this is just a choice ok.”
“Yeah sure whatever you say.”
“Hey, I'm better than you, old man.”
I just laugh as the two grown men go on to fight like kids. It’s nice to see them so playful but it also reminds me how old we are now, all of us back to being in our twenties. Spider just laughs at the two mens antics while i search the cupboards for a pair of clippers, finding some i walk back over to spider and decide it would be easier to go to room that spider can take his mask off in
“Anyone else need a touch up while I do Spiders hair?”. I ask the room. Everyone declines so it's just me, Spider and miles. We all moved to another room. There's no one really in the halls so it's a quick journey. Me and Miles make small talk with Spider occasionally taking sips from our masks. Ok this room should work. It’s an empty apartment so everything is spider-sized except the ceiling. Thank god they were tall. I found a chair for Spider and put it on top of the table so he could sit and I wouldn’t have to kneel the whole time. Miles goes over and takes up the entire couch with his lanky body. Both arms stretched out the length of the back of the couch. He looks damn comfortable, and damn sexy, its not until his eyes flicker back to me and that sly grin spreads across his face that I quickly turn my blushing face away. He just chuckles from his spot reaching over to turn the room's tv on.
“So Spider, do you mind telling me more about yourself.”
I can see Spider wants to say something but then goes to clam up as he now stares at his father.
“Hey hey it's ok You don't have to say anything you don't want.” Miles reassures the kid i can tell it's not really working
“Yeah it's fine sweety we don't have to talk about anyone in particular i just want to know how you’ve been raised, if you got enough love.”
“Um ok well i was mostly raised at the lab by Norm, Max and Abby. The others also helped raise me but its not really like they where my parents.”
Listening to spider talks as i pick through his hair carefully, it brings a sad smile to my face. I know that my baby was taken care of and i dont doubt that the others tried theirs best but he wasn’t loved like i would have. He wasn’t held close during the night just so I could hear him sleep. I never got to give him a birthday, or teach him how to tie his shoes (not that he wears them) . I never got to hold him and love on him if he got hurt running around. Just all the things i've missed brings me into a somber mood.
“You ok darlin” miles asks as he noticed my silence
“Hmmm oh yeah sorry. Sorry sweety I was listening, i just got lost in thinking how much i would have loved to watch you grow.”
“It’s ok. Umm it wasn’t bad. I mean Jake and Neytiri took care of me too and I'm really close with their kids.”
“Jake has kids?
“Yeah he has three kids, you actually saw some of them in the forest if you remember”
“I'm sorry I don't really i was, focused on other things, but Wow I did not think Jake would ever be a dad when I knew him, that's crazy.”
“What was jake like before.?
“Welllllll”
“He was a cheeky little bastard that liked to get into trouble.”Miles states from the couch.
“Hey now, he was a good soldier, he was fun. I liked him. He was definitely a flirt. I remember the first time he saw me he called me an angel sent to Pandora to bless the rest of us.
“Ewww that’s so cringy”
“Hahah I still remember the others shaking their heads at him from behind me to stop, while your father over there was just staring him down from behind. Oh god the look on his face when he turned and saw miles was hysterical.”
Miles chuckles from his spot remembering the scene as well.
“Can I ask if he's a boy dad or a girl dad?”
“Oh definitely a girl dad kiri and tuk have it made me, loak and neteyam are always in trouble.”
“Wait, that's five people. I thought Jake only had three.”
“Yeah ummmm.”
“Hey its ok you dont have to tell us,
“No its just…. It’s fine um yeah they have another daughter she's the same age as Lo’ak, her names kiri”
“Kiri?”
“Yeah she's graces daughter” Now that got me and miles attention
“Grace has a daughter, Grace got pregnant, oh my god who's the Lucky guy that would have.”
“Uhhh we don’t really know, grace could never tell anyone
“What do you mean?”
“Uh grace was hurt during the war and didn’t make the transfer with her avatar.
“Wait grace died but then how
“No one really knows Grace's avatar, just was pregnant one day is all I know.”
“Wow”…….. the news really sinks in and i know spider is somewhat distraught having told Miles and i this information.
“Ok well I have to say im glad you’ve had people to watch out for you. But right now why don't we come back to the issue at hand your very knotted hair” i say trying to easy the tension in the air
“Hey its not that bad”
“Honey please its that bad, im guessing you didn’t care what the others said”
“Welll”
“That’s a yes. Ok so really the only option would be to cut the hair so it grow nicely, would that be ok.”
I can see spider try and decided before he finally agrees
“You can cut it but please not to short and also you can cut this. Spider points to the line of beads and gems that are in his hair”
“What is it”
“It’s my song chord their really important to the Navi and i wanted to have my own so”
“Ok i won't come anywhere near it ok i'll just have to rebraid it later would that be ok “
“Uh yeah.”
“Ok sweety here look forward and ill start back here.. I go around Spiders head once, cutting off some length. I'm able to get the strand untangled so I don't have to cut it so short.”
“You know i've seen you before.”
“Really”
“Yeah it was a video kiri was watching of grace.
(Flashback)
Spider pov
“Hey kiri what you watching
“Video logs from my mom. I was actually about to come find you monkey boy
“Oh yeah why
“While watching the logs i think i found your mother
“What, really show me, show me
“Ok calm down let me find it…..ah here it is
The log starts playing and we see Grace greeting the camera and starting the date like always, she goes on to talk about some of the samples she's recently studied when they hear a knocking on the shed door. Grace moves the camera to check what was going on. We see her smile slightly at the entrance waiting for the seal to start and the air to switch over.
Opening the door grace greets a woman, she's (your skin tone) with (your hair color) and is very visibly pregnant.
“Y/n what are you doing back here Parker send you toy check up on all of us
Cause you just missed norm and jake they just linked up’
“No i'm not here to check on you, Parker's weasley ass can bite me, but i do have a favor to ask.”
“Ohh and what's that.”
“Wellllllllll……”
“Out with it”
“Do yall have any more of those blue fruits? Ever since tasting them, the baby’s been craving them.”
“Grace just laughs at the women in front of her causing y/n to slightly pout”
“You came all the way up here for some fruit.”
“Well yeah and to kind of get away, i know im pregnant but everyone keeps treating me like im glass, it gets suffocating sometimes”
“What, you don't like the big bad Quaritch being your little puppy dog.”
“Hey now, lets not start,i know yall dont see eye to eye but hes my baby’s father and my fiancé, i love him, and i don't let him or the rest of the squad talk bad about yall, so let's do the same ok.”
“Grace just waves her hand brushing y/n off as she looks briefly back into the microscope.
“Well fine since your here can you man the station for a little i want to go get another sample,”
“Yes I can, if you bring me some fruit.”
“Yeah yeah i'll get Norm to bring you a bag full.”
“Yaaaaa thank you grace” y/n says jumping up to hug grace much to her jargon judging by the look on her face
“Yeah yeah you sure you’ll be fine alone in here”
“Well technically I'm not alone and I do have to wait for Trudy and Wainfleet to come back anyway. But it's fine, just put your com and camera on and i'll be entertained. I love watching yall go through the forest anyway.”
“Ok well you know what to do in case of emergency”
“Ma’am, yes ma’am.” Y/n says false saluting to grace who just rolls her eyes in response. Grace comes back over to the camera and signs off and that's where it end
End flashback.
“I think I remember that, I was definitely craving those fruits god they were so good. I probably devoured my weight in them”
“Yeah you did cause i had to cut them up all day for you.” Miles say grumpily
“Oh dont be a baby, it wasn’t that bad,”
“Whatever you say mamas”
“Wow, that must’ve been the last time I saw grace.”
“Ok all done”
I can see out of the corner of my eye miles stiffened slightly but I choose to ignore him and go back to the task at hand. After rinsing him off and brushing through his now wavy golden locks. He's truly a handsome kid. It kills me to say it but he looks more like his father.
“What’s wrong?” Spider asks as i continue to stare at him i can tell he's starting to get self conscious
“It’s nothing baby i was just thinking how much like your father you look
“What.?” He says quickly, turning his head to look miles up and down.
“Yeah you do, which is not fair because I'm the one who carried you for nine and half months.”
Miles just laughs from the couch, full on belly laughing
“Oh you hush this is your fault.”
“How is it my fault darlin,”
“You and your stupid genetics”, I say walking over in front of him. He just grabs me and sets me in his laugh as he hugs me to him.
“I don’t remember you complaining about my genetics when we,,,,,
“Ewwww can you guys not, gross, Now i know how the others felt with their parents”
“Hey wait till you find someone, squirt, you’ll know.”
(Think something like this but i don't want him to be sad and the thing hes holding is his songcord it would still be in his hair like behind his ear or something.
I can see spider blushes at the thought, I'll have to quiz him on that later. I hop off miles lap and back towards spider
“Well it's getting late, why don't we get you some food and then figure out sleeping arrangements ok”.
“Ok mom”….. it's quick, Spider himself doesn’t even realize he's said it to me until he freezes looking up at me with worry and uncertainty. I just kneel and bring him into another hug, “oh my little baby…. You can call me whatever you would like spider, I know this whole situation is very confusing but I love you, and have loved you since I found out I was pregnant.”
I feel Spider wrap his arms around my neck and hug me tight. I don't comment on the feeling of wet drops on my shoulder. I just pull away and kiss the top of his head and motion him to the door, Miles comes up behind me and hangs his arms over me, both us watching our beautiful child walk away.
The next morning miles gathers us and the team. We all meet in the group room as Miles tells us we have to start our mission. He knows i don't agree with what's happening but until we can find a better and safer way for our family to exist we have to play the part. Miles had talked up the general that for the team to catch sully we had to think like him. Go full native in the jungles and Forests of Pandora, that's where Spider came in. He would be our teacher, this gave him a purpose and a shield, so now the scientist couldn't do anything to him again. After the gear is all packed and everyone is situated we make our way out to the helos the team will be using to get out into the forest.
Miles pov
Spider is at my side as we walk onto the tar mat. I hoist him up into the hull before turning to help y/n in as well
“Hey get off that.” I say grabbing Spider by the collar and dragging him away from the big gun.
“Listen up hotshot Just to let you know your mask here has a tracker in it, you think of running off. I'll have you back here in two minutes and give you an old school ass whooping you understand me.”
“Yeah yeah. Spider goes and sits next to y/n who thankfully was talking to z and didn’t hear our conversation.”
“I bang on the side to let the pilot know we're all ready as we embark into the Forrest.”
We all get set in a clearing, i wait for everyone attention before getting started
“Listen up, jake sully has gone underground so to catch him we’re going to have to think like him full tilt all the way,We eat Navi we ride Navi we speak Navi”
I hear spider let out is scoff
“You got something to say kid?”
“You call that Navi you sound like a three year old.”
Smart ass kid, i can make out some words hes saying but i know hes making fun of me
“Ok smart ass you just went from being our monkey mascot to our interpreter.
“Miles” i hear y/n scoldingly say my name but can’t find it in me to answer
“To start were going to need transportation we can’t be walking all over this damn jungle so your going to show us how to get those banshees “
“Banshees you mean the ikran
“Yeah whatever show us how.
Spider looks back over to y/n and i see her smile and give him a nod.
“Fine i hope all of you can climb.”
Y/n pov
When the boy said we had to climb he meant it. Scaling the floating mountains always sounded amazing while i was human but now, its just tiring. Spider is jumping between rocks and yelling at us to keep up. Everyone to there credit does fairly well but I can tell all regret all the gear we have to carry with us. We finally make it to the top. I see z looking over the edge kicking a rock down, and whistling at the fall. I hear spider call after us again and disappear behind the corner. I quickly catch up not really wanting to let him out of my sight. The sun blinds me for a moment while I listen to all the shrinks and yells now echoing through the air from the dozens upon dozens of colorful banshees that occupy almost every surface of the clearing. Everyone is star struck as we stare at the animals that have only ever gotten close enough to kill them. We all group up on a rock a fallen tree really being our only cover if the animals decided to charge at us. I remember grace telling me about the ikrans about how sacred they where to the omaticaya clan and how this was a right of passage to be considered an adult really.
Spider give us a brief run down of the ikran and what they are used for
“Ikran will only have one rider their whole lives thats why it’s do important to chose the Right one”
Miles pov
I huff at the kids words and take the tranq gun from Lyle When i hear spider laugh at me. I turn my head and fix him with a stare
“Something amusing kid”
“Yeah Navi kids younger than me do this with their bare hands.” That’s an interesting thought hmmmm bare handed huh
I turn and look at y/n shes still just fascinated with the scenery around us,
“Sully do this with his bare hands”
“What do you think”
‘Hmmmm ok then”. I hand the gun back to Lyle and stand up. Crossing over the tree
“Miles what are you doing?” I Hear y/n ask me
“Doing this the Navi way sweetheart, just cheer me on ok.”
Your Pov
I see miles start advancing into the clearing,
“When you choose one you got to connect your ques together.” I hear spider yell at his father.
“And how will he know it chooses him” i ask
“It’ll try to kill him “
“SPIDER!” I just watch worriedly as miles continues to advance on the saphira blue ikran infornt of him
Im holding my breath as i hear the animal hisss and bite at miles. Bobbying its head towards him like it’ll bite which it probably would. I hear miles hiss back and the fight starts. Miles goes and punches the thing in the face before trying to jump on its back.
“Did I mention your supposed to tie their mouths shut first”
“Spider,!” i want to scold the child but im focused on miles, especially the fact that him and the ikran are getting closer and closer to the edge
“MIlLES WATCH OUT” I scream but its to late hes fallen over the side
“Nooo” i cry and rush to the side to see where miles has gone but the clouds hid everything. Kid why would you do that i hear Lyle yell at spider
“I didn’t know he would fall off the side like i said kids younger than me does this I didn’t think he would” The others all stare in shock as Lyle grabs me and pushes us all to start heading back towards the drop location. Before i could say anything else a whoosh sound fills my ears as the wind rushes up in front of me and victorious yell shouts out
Miles pov
“Woooh hooo thats right”
I feel a thousand miles tall. Everything is amazing, the air rushing around me as I spin on my new ikran flying over the others as they all cheer me on. I make they ikran land jumping off to reunite with my team before a body comes barreling into me. It’s y/n now hugging the life out of me
“You stupid stupid man,”
“He its ok darlin.”
“If it's not spider i have to worry about its you will you both stop trying to give me a heart attack”
“Yes mamas, I say soothing her and walking over to the others.”
“Now that we know you need to tie their mouths thank you very much kid, everyone go get yours”
Y/n pov
Everyone went all having different levels of success but all succeeding
So It was my turn now.
“Go on darlin i've got your back”. Miles whispers lovingly in my ear before pushing me into the clearing. I swing the rope around in my hand as I survey the clearing and all of the remaining ikrans jump away, I just walk around its not till i almost give up when an ikran comes out of the shadows. I didn’t see it at first but as it steps into the light the beauty of the creature strikes me. A mirage of colors almost like a rainbow has kissed it. Actually the more I stare its almost like the beast has been tie dyed.
The ikran hisses at me and lunges forward i quickly side step him trying is jaw closed. Well there one less thing to worry about.
I hear my team cheering me on as i did them. Side stepping the animals head i throw myself on top of him grabbing on to it like a rodeo bull, Locking my thighs waiting for the timer to start. The ikran starts bucking away moving this way and that to try and throw me off him but i stay locked tight, its not till the animal still for a moment to catch its breath that i make my move. I grab his antenna and my que and all but smash the two together.
Then there was peace. Breathes intertwined and hearts synchronized. I can hear the other in the background all cheering, climbing on board their ikrans as they encourage me to fly. I reach down tuggin the rope off the ikrans mouth as i command it to fly. Flying was amazing it, was exhilarating and, heart stooping and every emotion in between. I see miles and his ikran zoom in to the space on my left. Spider sits infornt of him as they both have cheeky smiles on. Yelling at me to catch them if i can. Those boys i swear. I just shake my heads at them and start the game of cat and mouse
We’ve decide to use the ikrans to go back towards the base. The sun is still shinying and i can brefiely make out spider teaching his father some Navi words like hello and the traditional greeting. I bet he wishes he would have learned with me when we where human but sucks to suck.
We finally make it back to bridgehead, landing the ikrans just outside of the area not wanting them to really be locked down on the tar Matt not knowing how they’ll act. We take the mesurments for the scentest to make armor for them then the majority of us let them go. Everyone’s gushing about the experience all comparing them and what they named them. I walk over to miles and spider.
“So how was bonding time boys”
“Oh we had a great time with cupcake here”
“Cupcake? Seriously you named you ikran cupcake. Why?”
“Cause she was sweet enough to try and kill me. I was going to name her darlin cause she reminded me of you but I didn’t want you to be jealous.”
I just stare at him and lightly shove him and his smart ass self.
“What did you name yours ma,?” spider ask as he makes his way over to mine.
“Hmmmmm well at first i thought rainbow or something cause of the color but then it reminded me of tie dye clothes so his name shall be ty.
“Ty?”
“Yeah look he likes it” I say as Ty purrs while I'm brushing my hand down his head’.
“You both are so weird”
“Hey this isn’t horrible you should watch how to train your dragons thosewehre some names”
“What’s that ?”
“It’s a movie, i can pull it up on my halo pad well watch it tonight sweety, i promise” I say ruffling spider's short hair.
“Ok ok “
Miles comes up behind us
“Come on yall its time to eat.”
The first day of Navi training was definetly a into the fire situation but as long as it keeps my family together ill keep it up.
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MEANIE ANGRY H :D BUCKLE UP FELLAS
Y/N's day is been shitty so far. It started with an ache in her lower abdomen from Harry’s morning stiffy bulging against her asscheeks fattening everytime he snuggled into her to hoard her warmth and blankies and to stuff his face in her neck with incoherent blabbering.
She wanted to wake him up with her hand, mouth, hole— anything around his cock and to please him and dull the burny feeling in her tummy -- but -- she had an important workshop at UNI that was must needed to be attended.
The time she managed to knock herself out of her needy and lusty headspace, she was getting late and whirling around the room and closest like a thunderstorm -- burying a snoring Harry under the heaps of clothes and littering the floor with her shoes collection, the kitchen got treated much more worst with maids being not around (she’s used to Harry waking up earlier than her and making her a full course brekkie) after making a laughable ruckus of cabinets all she stuffed her mouth with was a chocolate protein bar.
The stars were still not in her favour. She was grabbing onto her hair until far when she missed the bus (she usually don’t take buses, Harry makes sure the driver drop her off safe and secure) and it started raining leaving Y/N with nothing but a bare head to take all of it as she already left the bus shelter to stop a taxi.
If all of that wasn’t much of a tragedy and humiliating, Y/N slipped the moment she stepped out of the vehicle and on the slippery curbs of the building, she saw her life flashing right infront of her eyes as the papers tucked in her armpit fled everywhere and landed on the rainy mud sadistically along her. It gave her a serious hit in her ankle and completely yanked her hip, still being a stubborn-head she picked herself and went inside despite how many glares the cleaning staff threw her way for bringing the dirt with her feed all over the shiny floors.
She felt bad.
Stupidly bad.
Her workshop teachers were kind enough to accept her late arrival, but her designs for fall got rejected and they’d have been a huge milestone for her to get her dream internship.
Y/N felt awfully, teeny, pathetic and little while slumping into the corner of the bus and holding her breath to refrain from crying these little liquidy bitches out of her eyes.
Reaching back home she was met with pure chaos, bumping into petrified and agitated employs from Harry’s company scurrying out of their main foyer and she could persist but to ask what happened only to be informed in stammers that the staff messed up big and caused a loss of million dollars— making Harry terribly mad and fire people left and right.
It wasn’t a joke at all.
Because once, she steps inside, bag falling from her shoulder as she sighs in exhaustion feeling her muscles stiffening everywhere but one particular spot's hurting wrenchingly— her foggy mind couldn’t figure it out yet. She peeks into Harry’s home office to be met by a very annoyed, aggrieved, furious Harry pacing in his office all whilst with a phone against his ear shouting at someone who was destined to be humiliated today just like her and she pouts gingerly seeing his features skewered tightly into displeasure, the vein that curves along his temple prominent with blood pumping erratically in his body.
His head snaps up at the door’s creak and albeit his eyes softens a little, the kink of brows and the scowl on his lips is still there and he watches her paddle towards him carefully knowing anything at the moment would burst his chimneys out and she wants to be good for her daddy.
“Hi.” She speaks timidly, pout getting more rusty when the greetings not returned and instead he keeps all of his attention on the phone keeping a loose arm around her.
She grumbles, when he gestures down at her to give him a sec and untangles himself from her walking away and huffing and puffing into the phone.
How could he!
She feels so denied and rejected and kicked like it’s done to those affection starved lil puppies.
Her clingy tendencies flying high drunk and wooly. The needy beastie inside her wanting nothing more than take a bath where Harry could cream her back in her favourite berry bubbles, massaging her head and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, then lots and lots of cuddles, maybe he'll be generous enough and let her keep him snug inside her while they watch movie because she had such an awful day.
But, No! He's trying to escape free from her because she’s such a burden for him now.
Her eyes turns glassy, her shoulders slumping sadly and out of nowhere she’s feeling cold and barren as Harry’s voice becomes a wafting fume for her— an indication she has gone under too much.
“Daddy . . .” She stomps behind him, circling his footsteps like a whiny puppy and grapples at his dress shirt gasping sullenly when he swats her dainty hands away and glares down at her in dominance, his tone harsh as he blocks the receiver with his palm and mouths at her with a huff, “Stop being needy fo’ once. I’ve clearly some important issues to care for, Y/N.” Poor Y/N's deathly grip on his shirt loosens sorrowfully and her chin wobbles as she nodded still wanting to be good for him and if it wasn’t enough to give her the biggest heartbreak of the year— he even rolled his eyes at her too grumping under his breath about something how he turned her into a spoiled brat himself.
“Okie. . .” Her voice strangled and small. She shrinks into herself but wasn’t paid any heed from Harry and without another word she leaves him as to be it.
Having a huge breakdown in her room didn’t help at all. A painful headache hitting her like a train as she clumsily strips down, wearing one of his t-shirt heavily drenched in his scent he keeps for her under her pillow anytime she needs it and hides under the blankets with tears still running down her swollen cheeks— slipping into a light slumber from all of weariness and crying.
Once the smoke cleared from Harry’s mind and his capabilities of rational thinking coming back to him, he was reminded of how he denied his baby of his littlest of affection and tenderness when she clearly looked so glum and sad and upset.
He wanted to whip himself in head.
He’s such a twat that he let work come between them.
He curses himself. Making a sprint to his bedroom, knowing he’d find her none other than there and he was right puffing out a disheartened sigh when his eyes falls over his princess buried under all of these layers of blankets, he crawls up towards her carefully not to startle her awake.
Grunting at himself when he finds she’s been crying, he strokes a thumb up her blushy cheeks and her wet lashes, kissing her puffy eyelids and her little sad unhappy pout away.
He frowns. Feeling her feverish and flushed under his hand, “Hey puppy . . .” He thumbs down her throat getting a little fretful when she doesn’t stirs, however she’s such a squirmy little one and he moves the blankets away to let her body cool itself smiling proudly at his shirt swallowing her whole is when she snuggled herself more into her stuffie letting the shirt ride up her thighs and hips exposing a ghastly bruise of red and purples and he frowns not remembering it being there before.
Now. He feels shittier. Wanting to jump of the cliff for being a shitty sadist boyfriend to his only beloved.
“No!” Y/N whimpers loudly, squirming away from his touch as he examines her gently and it sent shockwaves to each of her tissues and lions causing her an undeniable pain.
“Puppy, shh, shh. ‘s just me, making sure if y'okay.” He scrambles closer to her towering her to cradle her face and kiss the tip of her nose—- his face falls drastically and his heart cracks miserly when Y/N pushes him away with a sorrowful mumble not even letting him wipe the drool away from the corner of her mouth as he usually does.
“’M okay . . .” She tries to knuckle the sleepiness away with shivery hands, “No you’re not —...” He’s cut off by her angry pout and her silly efforts to keep as much distance between them as possible, “I don’t need, Daddy . . ‘m big and I could take care of me self.” At her puny waver realization dawns upon Harry and his brows shoots up to his hairline feeling nauseous and terrible for not taking care of his babylove earlier.
He’d have never let her be away from him if he knew she was in her subspace.
“Y/N baby . . . I didn’t mean it, darling —--...” With gentleness he tries to approach her but she wraps her arms around her petite figure in a protective manner, haziness taking best of her and Harry’s chest suffocates into itself, being a dom it’s your responsibility to make your subby feel protected, loved and happy and he even failed at that.
He quickly cups both of her hot cheeks in his nippy palms when she hiccups sadly, a sob threatening to slip out, “Yes you did! You meant it. Said you spoiled me, I don’t want your money, promise! I just want you and y'shooed me away saying Y/N’s too needy . . .” Harry flinches at her words. He never even spared a thought to this negativity that she chooses to be with him for his money because he knows out of all the people she’s the only one who loves him out of the boundaries of status and money.
He realises how stabbing they'd have been to her when she was so sensitive and floaty wanting nothing more, just him.
How deep she has gone if she’s taking her own name in third person.
“’M sorry baby. So sorry. Swear on myself, didn’t mean to hurt my baby, knows tha’ work shouldn’t be an excuse t’ make y'feel unloved—- but those bastards got a tick outta me.” He rambles on frantically. Afraid she’ll think he’s lying and would finally make up her mind to leave him.
“You didn’t?” She asks with so much innocence Harry nearly cries out, “’Course I didn’t! How could I? You could never be needy, Bab. I love you so much and you’re my whole word, forgive me please?”
“You’re forgiven,” She let a small smile flutter up her features, a tinge of gleam in her previous dull eyes brightening the whole room and Harry immediately bunches her up in his lap.
“Can I kiss you?” He asks her, not sure if she still needs space from him and would rather be better without him but she bobs her head shyly and he chuckles softly before touching their lips together into a tender loving kiss and brushes their noses up and down murmuring sweetly coy to her.
“Now, could y'tell daddy how y'got this bruise baby? How did ya get hurt?” He coos, brushing her sweaty hair back and rubs her sweet gland behind her ear delicately, “Oh yeah . . . this, was raining and slipped.” She murmurs, hissing a gasp jolting away when Harry glides his fingers gently down her hip bone and fresh tears springs in her eyes as she buries herself in his chest, “Daddy hurts. . .” . “Oh babypie. Daddy’s g'na take care of his love.” He lays her down gently kissing her forehead when she whines for him to keep on holding her, “’M right here darling. G'na prep us a bath, make my baby alright.” Saying this he quickly disappears inside the washroom and next their room’s sursuring with marble tub filling with warm water, Harry throws in her favourite pink coloured bath bombs and rose essences and throws their towels in the warmer coming back with her as he left her to be, he has decided he’s gonna love on her whole night, “My baby’s the best, ain’t she? She’s my bestest girl.” He coos down at her sweetly and slides his forearms under her knees and back picking her up carefully and brings her to his chest securely.
She closes her eyes, biting down a whimper when Harry dips them in the water some it sloshing down the edges of bathtub and it envelopes them and gives a stingy feeling to her bruise before soothing it down.
He rubs her arms, and circles smoothing patterns on her tummy and kisses her a gallons as she melts in his embrace and he let’s her sink into him more, nibbling and sponging wet ticklish kisses on her neck making her purr and become a puddle of softness in his hold while she takes her time to mumble all the bad events that happened to her and he felt so guilty of not asking her how she’s and how her day went when she came to him, in need of some of his lovin.
“I love you so much, bab.” He suckles her earlobe, toying and plucking her bottom plush lip, “Was prick to me love —.. you deserve all my lovin,” He noses at her jaw, not forgetting it to mark it with his pecks and sloppy bites.
“’S okay daddy, y'had a bad day too.” He’s grateful to have her in his life. She cares about him, maybe more than he does for her and he feels himself lucky for it.
“You want me to help you relax?”
“Can I have you?” Her tone bashfully desperate and coy, Harry meanders their fingers together and kisses her knuckles softly.
Considering her wound still being sore and pulp, having sex would be painful for her and she might not grasp it in her hazy mind but Harry doesn’t want to hurt at all.
He plants a little noisy smooch to her shoulder when she nods, she mews and purrs when Harry glides his palm all the way down her body and cups her pussy digging his palm into her mound and coats his digits with her arousal dipping the pads of his fingers into her entrance, “All this wet f'me?” Palming her tits while whispering sweet nothings into her ear when she gasps and closes up on Harry scratching nails into his bended knees.
“Shh, shh puppy, jus' relax hmm? Feel yourself.” With sputtery inhales she does as he says, soon two of his fingers slips inside her and he strokes her pussy and pulls them out making her all whiny and pushes them back with a squelching noise, fucking her with it smiling and stopping when her thighs parts falls again his’s completely.
“Daddy!” She writhes and whines, trembly hands trying to bring Harry fingers back to her pulsating wetness, “You’re the cutest.” He smiles against her lips giving her cheeks several squishes and pats her head loving to see his adorable princess all flustery for him.
On her demands. He slicks his fingers back inside her and caresses the insides of her thighs while she pants and sinks onto his knuckles blabbering out daddydaddydaddy weepily.
“Cum fo’ me, puppy. Feels good? Yeah? My baby feels nice?” He rasps in her mouth, curving and petting the soft spot inside her pussy and sucks onto her upper lip when she moans and mewls loudly gushing all over his finger and he keeps on fucking her till she’s all sleepy and balmy against his chest.
Harry coaxes her tenderly, smoothing his hands all over her twitchy spots and patches sloppy kisses all over her face that makes her all giggly and shy—- the amount of endorphins spiking high in her system.
“Love you so much, daddy.” She mushes puckering her lips into his throat.
“Love you too, pup.”
#dom harry x subby y/n#dom harry x sub reader#dom!h x sub!reader#dom!h x sub!y/n#dom harry#harry styles fanfic#harry styles story#harry styles one shot#harry styles blurb#harry styles smut#cute harry#harry styles#harry smut#harry styles fanfiction#fluff#harry angst#hsh
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Can I request poly!Mikaelsons when they find out Reader is pregnant. I loved the headcanons.
Yessssss let's go boys!
Warnings: Fluff, Soft!Mikaelsons, Protective!Mikaelsons
As much as it annoyed them, your lovers let you go on this little adventure of helping Hayley. The wolf had became your close friend after you lost the Scooby gang because they couldn't let go that you were seeing the Originals.
"I'll be careful Elijah. Hals won't let nothing happen to me." You tell your noble boyfriend who frown as Klaus rolled his eyes.
"No offense love but you are unbelievably dumb when it comes to trusting people."
"Niklaus!" Elijah said as you blinked tilting your head as Klaus raised an eyebrow.
"No.....I just like people."
"And there is nothing wrong with that baby." Elijah says softly kissing your head as Klaus smirked.
"Besides if you are harmed I'll tear the little wolf's thoat out." Klaus says as you shivered shaking your head getting peppered with goodbye kisses from Elijah. Both Rebekah and Kol gave you their own goodbye making Hayley blush watching Rebekah give you a heated kiss your face was burning as Kol chuckled kissing your cheek.
"Marking territory sister?"
"Just letting Hayley know who our bunny belongs to."
You and Hayley made it down to New Orleans looking for some leads about Hayley's birth parents and pack. You were in awe with the city as you made sure to call Elijah and Rebekah gushing to them how you were falling in love with the city and how you may not leave.
"So the witches think your pregnant with Klaus's baby?" You ask Hayley as she nodded. You and Hayley had been taken by witches as they believed that Hayley carried Klaus's child even though she was never left alone with Klaus.
"Damn it she isn't the pregnant one."
"What if the other one is." The witch named Sophie said and all the witches turned to look at you. Another witch you learned was named Sabine grabbed you pulling over to Jane Ann. They did the spell again then looked at your abdomen.
Klaus was pissed hearing that witches of New Orleans was plotting something against him so the hybrid travel down to the city which would allow him to be left alone with you. Elijah had followed to find you since you hadn't called in awhile and also to find out just what the witches were planning.
"I'm Elijah. You heard of me?" Elijah asked Sophie after saving her from vampires. After talking to the witch about her sister, Elijah was taken to the cemetery and the witches couldn't stop you from running to your vampire.
"Elijah!" You shouted throwing your arms around Elijah who growled feeling you shiver as your sundress wasn't doing much to keep you warm. Elijah took off his suit jacket placing it over your shoulders and Hayley walked out seeing Elijah and her heart fluttered with how handsome the vampire was.
Hayley met Klaus, Rebekah and Kol so it was his first time seeing Elijah and found Elijah every attractive. Hayley felt a little jealous seeing the vampire cupping your cheek seemly showering you with affection.
"Why do you have my little wife?" Elijah asked his tone having a dangerous tint to it as his eyes darken keeping you close rubbing your back. Both Hayley and the witches were surprised watching you look up at Elijah muttering something and Elijah raised an eyebrow.
"You think she is pregnant?"
"Come inside where we can talk." Sophie says Elijah followed after with you by his side. Elijah stood with his hands in his pockets as you sat with Hayley.
"My sister died proving that Y/N is pregnant with Klaus's child."
"You do realize Niklaus will slaughter you all about this little lie."
"It isn't. Listen to the heartbeat! When he woke his wolf side, it made a loop hole." Sophie told Elijah who narrowed his eyes but did as told. Elijah's breathing hitched hearing the heartbeat.
"I need to find Niklaus. Hayley make sure Y/N stays safe." Elijah said walking out as you sat feeling like crying as Elijah was hard to read and you were scared. It didn't take long for Elijah to come back with Klaus.
"Don't look sad, my Queen. I'll take care of these witches." Klaus said looking over you as Elijah was trying to stay calm as Klaus had placed a hand on your abdomen smiling softly as Hayley got to see the full fury of two of the most dangerous Mikaelsons.
"So you hold my Queen and unborn child as hostage to make me do your dirty work?" Klaus said smirking devilishly eyes darken as Elijah moved to in front of you almost guarding you from the witches.
"We want Marcel gone and you are the one to do it." Sophie said grabbing a knife as the witches were nervous as having two dangerous Originals in the same room.
"And what's stopping me and Elijah from slaughtering you all?" Klaus questioned smirking as Sophie cut her hand and you let out a ylep. Elijah was quick to pull out a handkerchief handing it to Hayley who wrapped it around your hand.
"Not only did the spell proved the pregnancy but also linked me to Y/N. So anything that happens to me happens to her." Sophie said and Elijah was quick to stop Klaus from attacking. Elijah looked at the witches his eyes dark with something they hadn't seen before.
"We'll do this but Y/N and Hayley comes with us or else I'll let my brother slaughter this coven. And Miss Deveraux, I would personally deal with you."
"O.....okay." Sophie said shivering from the fear that flooded her and the other witches. You squealed when Klaus picked you up bridal style carrying you out of the tomb with Elijah beside him telling him to be careful with you.
"So is she like dating all of you?" Hayley asked Elijah as you all headed to a plantation house that Klaus had set up.
"She is. To Niklaus, she is a Queen, to Kol a life partner while Rebekah and I affectionately call her little wife." Elijah says smiling seeing that you fell asleep in Klaus's arms.
"Oh....isn't weird?"
"No. She isn't the first, we've shared a lover before." Elijah tells Hayley opening the door for her seeing Klaus taking you upstairs. As days passed Elijah went missing making Kol and Rebekah drive down worried about Elijah and missing you.
"Kol! Rebekah!" You squealed happily hugging them both as Hayley watched.
"Nik wasn't lying." Kol muttered hearing the heart beat like Rebekah. You tried helping to find Elijah with Rebekah while Kol was helping Klaus and Hayley was reading though Elijah's journal. Rebekah could see you were missing Elijah as you were wearing his botton ups and you only slept in his bed.
"A church?" You asked sitting in Kol's lap as he braiding your hair as Rebekah had came back from learning a general idea on where Elijah was.
"Yes now where is our wolf?"
"Hayley is upstairs."
To say you were overly happy that Elijah was home would be an understatement after Rebekah hugged him. You ran down jumping into Elijah's arms and he caught you with ease.
"Careful, baby. The little one." Elijah says softly pecking your lips as Hayley watched feeling a little jealous.
"Eli, they are still a little jelly bean." You giggle as Elijah raised an eyebrow and Rebekah rolled her eyes.
"Her and Kol has been calling the baby a jelly bean."
"I see. Has Niklaus been good?"
"Over protective. He hasn't let our poor babe leave the house." Rebekah answered as Elijah let you down.
"Please Rebekah, you and Kol hadn't like her out of your sight. Not since the witch attack." Klaus said stealing you away from Elijah only for Elijah to steal you back.
"Witch attack?"
"Angus bought up a doctor out in the bayou to check on the baby. Y/N thought it was a bad idea, Hayley thought it would be safe."
"Since then Rebekah hadn't let Hayley near her too." Kol says as Rebekah crossed her arms huffing as Elijah chuckled touching you abdomen.
"Protecting Y/N and baby is important so Rebekah did what she had to." Elijah says kissing your head as you giggle. You all settled for the night you and Rebekah slept in Elijah's bed that night with on Elijah and Rebekah cuddled into his side.
Hayley came down the next morning finding you in Elijah's lap as he reading with Klaus and Kol sitting on the couch reading also. You layed your head on Elijah's shoulder listening to his soft voice reading to you and Rebekah came in.
"Is this the first thing you do when we are all back together. Vampire book club?" Rebekah questioned as Hayley watched catch a glimpse into an everyday look in the Mikaelson home.
"Reading edifies the mind dear sister. Isn't that right Elijah?"
"Yes that's quite right Niklaus." Elijah answered waking you a bit making Elijah kiss your forehead as an apology. Hayley noticed the dead girl on the coffee table.
"And this nonsense?"
"This our brothers form of an apology." Elijah said helping you stad up from his lap as you gently rubbing your belly headed off to the kitchen.
"Nik and I thought that our big brother was hungry after his time in a coffin."
"And I informed my baby brothers that forgiveness can not be bought." Elijah said looking at Rebekah.
"Well she is staining a 200 year old carpet."
"Oh yes....that she is." Elijah muttered getting up to check on you as Kol and Klaus smirked looking at Hayley. They noticed the look in Hayley's eyes as she wasn't the first woman to fall for Elijah at first sight.
"Goodmorning, little wife." Elijah said watching you take out some yogurt which he took over getting you a bowl.
"Morning, I missed you."
"And I you. Here eat baby." Elijah says giving you the bowl of yogurt and fresh fruit. You blinked see Rebekah drag the dead body through the kitchen.
"Who do we have to kill?"
"Probably no one!" Elijah called out to her as you looked at Elijah with a raised eyebrow.
"Alright, potentially everyone." Elijah muttered as Hayley walked in seeing you sitting on a stool and Elijah behind you hands on your abdomen.
"So.... this miracle baby thing, how are you going to unlink her from Sophie?"
"I have a plan. Niklaus is doing his own plan with Kol." Elijah said kissing your head taking your dirty bowl and Kol decided to cling to you.
"What plan?"
"A plan to take the Quarter from Marcel. Then give our pregnant Queen the castle she deserves." Kol says smirking as you laughed lightly and Elijah smirked. Hayley was sure how to handle the Mikaelsons while you seemed to handle them perfectly well.
"This was another home of ours?" You asked Rebekah walking into the Abattoir with her getting a few stares from some vampires. Rebekah found it adorable how in awe you were.
"Yes before Mikael drove us away." Rebekah said watching you stand in front of the fountain rubbing your bumb.
"You think the baby will like here?"
"Yes, sweet love." Rebekah said kissing your temple when Kol joined you both standing behind your resting his chin on your shoulder.
"Elijah made sure your bedroom was in the middle of ours so you wouldn't have to go far."
"That's sweet of him." You said leaning back against Kol and both vampires moved you three to the den. You sat leaning back against Kol as Rebekah lay in front of you on the couch with you showing your favorite Disney movie.
You three fell asleep like this and how Klaus and Elijah found you three. Elijah gently covered you three with a blanket and gently rubbed your baby bump then sat in a chair and Klaus taking another. It was nice to enjoy the peace while they could while keeping an eye on you and soon to be newest Mikaelson.
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Midnight
Remus Lupin x reader. It’s just a lovesick Remus eating you out, lol.
a/n: another soft smut because you guys seem to love those (as do I).
word count: 2.6k
warnings/contains: NSFW!! smut: oral (fem receiving); kissing; cursing. If I missed anything let me know!
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The only sound heard in the room was the sharp turning of pages every few minutes and the sound of your boyfriend’s hand running softly along your thigh. It’s late and the only source of light is from the lamp on the nightstand of your bedroom. Remus is laid on his back, knees bent as you sit beside him, backed propped on his thighs. Your right elbow rests on his stomach as you hold a book in your hands.
You’re so content in this moment, can feel the steady rise and fall of Remus’ chest as he breathes, can feel the way his hand softly trails up and down the side of your thigh, occasionally letting his nails drag along the skin erupting goosebumps in their wake, and he lets his hand wander absent-mindedly under the fabric of your sheer nightgown every so often.
Remus has his eyes closed, a whisper of a smile on his face as he basks in your presence. Quality time is definitely one of his love languages, and he feels like if there is a heaven, this is it. You read the novel in your head, lips moving every so often as you move along the pages.
The book is a muggle one, about some man who tries to recreate life, but his creation turns out to be a monster. It’s certainly a strange book, but you’re so engrossed in it that you can’t seem to put it down, keep telling yourself one more chapter but you’ve said that for the last four chapters and here you are still reading. In the back of your head, you’re aware that it’s approaching midnight, that Remus may want to get some sleep sometime soon, but surely if that was the case he would tell you, so you keep reading.
Remus, on the other hand, is not tired. He enjoys these quiet moments when he can be with you, be in your presence, and he looks at you; you are so beautiful to him in this moment. You’re beautiful to him in every moment, actually, but something as simple as this - the fact that you’re comfortable enough with him, love him enough to just sit and read a book in your bed while he watches you, makes him feel like the luckiest man alive. He looks at your face; the slope of your nose and the way your hair is slightly messy but it adds to the look; the way your lips move every so often as you mouth the words on the page; the way your neck is exposed and the way he can see your shoulders due to the spaghetti straps on your nightgown.
Speaking of nightgown, Remus lets his eyes wander lower and he can see the outline of your breasts beneath it. Your sleep attire does nothing to hide them, really, and not that he minds - he would look at you all day if he could. He can see how your nipples poke through the fabric, and he resists the urge to bring his hand up and run his thumbs over them, can picture the way your back arches when he does so, and can practically hear the pretty sighs that leave your mouth. His mouth waters and he wants to lean forward, wants to capture them one by one between his lips, lick and suck them until you’re a whining mess, wants to put you on his thigh so you can get the friction you’ll be begging for between your legs.
But, you’re busy, and he can tell you’re fully invested in the novel. He’s read Frankenstein before of course, it’s one of his favorites. He’s aware of the time and thinks that he would be doing you a favor really, telling you to put down the book so you can get your beauty sleep. He’s more than willing to help you relax, and if you say you’re not tired he’s definitely willing to help you get there; would let you lie there, all pretty, reading your scary book as his head is buried between your thighs. He desperately wants to feel the way they shake in his grasp as he holds you down, desperately wants to hear the way your moans grow louder and louder as you get closer and closer to cumming.
You turn a page, and you feel Remus’ hands glide up your arms and slip his fingers under the straps of your nightgown and he tugs them down your arms so quickly you don’t have time to think. Your breasts are exposed, hard nipples begging to be put between his lips.
“What are you doing?” you ask, and you close the book around your thumb, looking to your boyfriend. But he’s not looking at you - well not looking at your face. His eyes are trained downward, taking in the way your breasts moved due to his sudden movements. He’s hungry now - the beast inside not allowing him to ignore his desires anymore.
“Just keep reading,” is all he says, and he brings both hands to either breast. He cups them, giving them a gentle squeeze.
You huff, but do as he says, opening your book back up to find where you left off. It’s very hard to keep reading about this poor man and his awful life, especially when you feel Remus’ thumbs swipe over your nipples. You shiver, but try your best to not give him a reaction.
But he felt the way your body reacts to his touch and it fuels him to keep going. He can hear your breath hitch every time his thumbs pass over the sensitive buds, and when he makes a particularly hard swipe, he can feel the way your body twitches. He returns to just massaging your breasts, molding them in his palm, and squeezing them. He absolutely loves your tits, is fucking obsessed with them.
You’re no longer reading now, just staring at the page as you refuse to look at your boyfriend. He loves to hear you beg, to hear you tell him how much you want him, but you’re not giving in this time. He wants you to keep reading, so that’s all he’ll get from you.
It’s not until Remus returns his attention back to your sensitive nipples, rubbing his thumbs in circles, mimicking the way he would your clit, that you’re breathing has picked up and you can feel the tension grow between your thighs. You can feel the slick that’s between your folds and sooner than later it’ll become apparent to Remus if it isn’t already - damn his lycanthrope senses.
But it feels so good, his thumbs applying the perfect amount of pressure over the stiff peaks of your breast before he brings his index finger up and pinches them firmly.
That tears a gasp from your throat, and you drop the book as your head falls back on your shoulders because he keeps pinching them, rolling your nipples between his forefingers and thumbs.
This makes Remus extremely happy; the little gasps that leave your throat on every breath, especially the sharp, louder one, that escapes you as he tugs them, makes him fill with pride. He loves seeing you like this - head back, filled with pleasure because of him - and yes, he can smell the arousal between your legs, and he very desperately wants to taste it on his tongue.
He keeps abusing your poor nipples, relishing in the way your moans grow louder and more desperate as he pinches and tugs. Your book is long forgotten now, thrown to the side as you keep your back arched so your boyfriend can keep playing with your tits.
Your eyes are closed, so you don’t see him when he leans forward and captures your left nipple between his lips. He flicks his tongue over the bud and then he sucks and lets his teeth tease them slightly.
You gasp and bring your hand to thread through his hair as he continues to lap at your breast. Your core is aching for attention now, you want to reach down and touch yourself but you know Remus doesn’t like when you do, doesn’t like when “you touch what isn’t yours without permission.”
Remus switches to give your right nipple the same treatment, replacing his mouth on the left one with his fingers to continue playing with it. You whine, thrust your breasts into his face even more as you whimper, “Remus.” He hums, mouth still nibbling at your tit.
You whine again, “please touch me.” But you know you weren’t specific enough, can almost anticipate when he says:
“I am touching you, baby.” His mouth has finally taken mercy on your nipple, wet and raw from his biting. He leans up to then capture your lips between his own, a messy, wet kiss where you waste no time licking into his mouth. Your hand is still in his hair, pulling, desperate for him to go lower, to kiss you everywhere.
You sigh in exasperation, you’re so riled up and you don’t appreciate his teasing, why can’t he just give you what you want?
He gives your left nipple a particularly hard pinch, and you whimper as he snarks, “Don’t get an attitude with me, little girl.”
You look at him and try to give him your best puppy dog eyes, your bottom lip is jutted out into a pout, and you bring your hands to cup his face as you speak, “Help me.”
His eyes soften at your helpless expression, at the ways your eyes round out as you look at him in desperation. He wants to keep egging you on; wants you to beg, but he also wants to finally get to taste the slick that he just knows has seeped through your panties.
So, he instructs you to lie down, doesn’t even glance at your wet panties as he slides them down your legs as he’s too busy devouring your mouth, licking all over. He licks along your jaw, your neck, your chest, and then returns his mouth to your breasts that are still exposed from earlier. You arch your back, moans slipping past your lips as you run your hands through Remus’ hair.
He has one leg between your own, and he presses his knee up against your needy cunt. Your hips shoot up at the contact, and normally you would be more embarrassed by shamelessly humping your boyfriend’s thigh, but you’re so turned on that all you can feel is the sparks of pleasure that shoot through your body every time your clit rubs against the fabric of Remus’ sweatpants.
Remus pulls back from your tits, removes his leg from your pussy, and groans at the wet spot that’s on his sweats. He moves down your body to lie between your spread thighs. You are dripping; your folds are glistening in the low light of the room, and he can see how more of your arousal comes out as you move your hips up again, silently begging him to touch you.
He brings his hands to your core, uses his thumbs to open you up. You squirm; it’s embarrassing, having him look at your most intimate parts like this - like he’s just examining you - but you suddenly can’t think anymore as he places a firm kiss on your clit, then wraps his lips around it and sucks.
You moan loudly, your cunt is extra sensitive from Remus teasing. You can hear the sound his mouth makes as he sucks and it makes you moan again. He groans around your clit; he’s been waiting to taste you, and now that he has you, he’s eating you out like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to.
“Remus,” you say. You’re gasping for breath, and Remus is holding you down - there’s no way for you to move as his strong arms are wrapped around your thighs, hands pressed flat against your mound, pulling it taut to expose more of you to him as his tongue slides up and down your cunt. He hums, and it causes you to jerk again, one of your hands holding his hair firmly in your grasp, the other is cupping your tit, squeezing the plush fat and pinching your nipple as Remus sucks at your clit again. “Oh, fuck” you pant.
He breaks away at that, knowing you’re close, can feel the way your pussy clenches around his tongue as he thrusts it in and out. His thumb takes over rubbing your clit as he speaks, “gonna cum for me, baby?” His voice is husky, and it sends a shiver down your spine as it arches once more, your thighs beginning to shake as your orgasm approaches.
“Uh-huh,” you say, not able to form appropriate words as you’re too busy focusing on the way his thumb presses hard against your clit, tongue licking your fluttering hole as he pushes inside once more. He groans as he feels your walls clench around him in time with the swipes of his thumb.
You look down at him, at the way his eyes are closed in contentment, and your mouth drops open as you moan deeply. Your breathing picks up, fighting hard to keep your eyes open as you watch your boyfriend fuck you with his tongue. “Oh, please,” you whine as Remus speeds up the circles he’s rubbing against your clit.
Remus looks up at you then, and that’s what does it for you, the image of your boyfriend tongue-fucking you as he stares into your eyes is burned in your mind as your orgasm racks through your body.
Remus groans as he feels you cum, your taste flooding his sense ten-fold as your cunt clenches around his tongue. He wants to take a picture - wants to remember this moment so he could show you how amazing you look when you cum: head thrown back, eyes shut tightly as your open mouth releases moan after moan.
He brings his mouth back up to your clit to suck on it to prolong your orgasm as much as possible. Your hand has a tight grip in his hair but he doesn’t mind, knows you need something to ground you in this moment.
“Holy shit,” you whisper as you look back down to your boyfriend. You find his eyes still on you, sucking at your bundle of nerves that is entirely too sensitive right now - so you push his head away, listen to the way his mouth pops off your messy pussy.
He kisses his way back up your body and once he’s hovering over your face you open your mouth, and Remus understands what you want, brings the saliva in his mouth to his lips, and spits into your waiting mouth. He barely gives you time to swallow before he crashes his lips onto yours.
“I love you so much,” you say as you pull away; breathless. You look into each other’s eyes as your chest heaves up and down, the remnants of your orgasm still coursing through you.
Remus pecks your lips softly, staying close to them as he returns the sentiment. “I love you, too. So much.”
“I’m tired now,” you say, and Remus laughs softly.
He smiles at you adoringly, “Let’s go to sleep, then.”
You nod, and Remus kisses you one last time. “Goodnight, baby.”
“Goodnight,” you say.
He slides off of you, reaches over, and turns off the lamp.
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dream x reader
(Request @abovenyx :in which dream has a hid the reader from the whole of dream smp since he was scared that him doing his shenanigans will put the reader and the baby on the way so every day he would leave early morning to dream smp trying his best to hide his family from everyone but one day he doesn't return for months so reader gets worried and tries to find him and starts heading towards the smp when she reaches the smp she asks around ppl about dream and ends up at the doorstep of the prison as usual Sam ask who she is and why she is there the reader tells him that she is looking for dream and she is his wife since dream had escaped the prison sam thought he could hand her to Quackity and use her as leverage against dream.)
You sigh picking up a couple clothes and lean on the wall trying not to fall, six months along and you can barely even bend over without loosing your balance. You loved your husband dearly but sometimes it was frustrating bc you’ve both been married for years you knew his two friends but apparently you couldn’t meet anybody else even leave the house bc apparently your husband start a whole war with a nation, now in fear of you killed or hurt even getting the baby hurt, your in house miles from Civilization. You hear the door close and wait until you hear your husband’s call out “ y/n” you smile turning the corner then freeze stepping back seeing two men behind him “ who are they “ dream smiles “ don’t worry baby their on our side” you don’t step very close just only nodding at the men “ dream a word please “ he follows you to the room” you sigh sitting down “ I want to go out my love “ he comes closer getting on his knees and cups your cheek gently, placing small kisses on your lips “ you know why you can’t leave my love why even ask “ your eyes water and he hugs you “ no,no,no my love don’t cry please. I promise I’m working to get this all fix. Those men down there are going to help me end this all please just be patient” he kisses you again “ I’m leaving tomorrow morning my love will you be okay “ you give him a sad nod and he picks you up gently kissing your womb “ I promise things will get better” you never doubted your husband not once but after a month of him not coming home, you feared the worse, you knew you shouldn’t leave the house but you needed to know your husband was okay. You left that afternoon with only a couple things in your bag and on a horse. Now seven months along,you ride through the woods coming up to a destroyed sign and burned homes, it looked awful you fear their be no life until you hear a voice “ well hello there” you turn looking at a man in a suit and beanie, he held a wicked grin and the scar that rested on his left eye, you felt a cold feeling run down your spin completely just staring at the figure “ do you speak or no” he said with a bit of anger in his tone, you blink and hum “ sorry,sorry. I’m looking for my husband” the man raises his eyebrow and lights a cigar, you back up with the horse. He chuckles taking a puff “ don’t be shy, I don’t bite.” you hum trying to just leave him but you needed help “ so what does your hubby look like,does he got a name” you look around “ yes, dream is his name. He said he was apart of this nation” you look back feeling nothing but fear, the look that was on this man face was enough to make you want to throw up out of fear, his grin was devilish, his eyes black as hell, seeing how close he got scared you. “ actually you know what love, I think I might know who your talking about come with me. Everything in you said run but out of poor judgment and wanting to just see your husband you followed like a little duckling. He went a got on a horse and he smiled at you Trotting off as you followed behind, you went through many places just pure destruction and despair. It is as if the devil himself laid his hand on this nation. You get to a clearing where a huge black stone building sat, you stopped looking up “ what is this plac..” before you can stay anything, he puts a rag over your mouth and you pass out into his arms.
He smiles evilly and walks through the doors carrying you “ Sam” the tall 7,4 creature turns looking at him confused “ quackity who is that” he laughs “ take a guess “ the creature bends down “ I’m not sure but she’s with child, why do you have her” he gets closer to Sam “ dream never told us hr had a wife” Sam eyes widen as he looks down at your “ quackity wait no, even if he is her..” quackity puts his fingers on Sam lips “ shhh shh, I’m not gonna hurt her, guess what he’ll give us if we have here” Sam looks down at you “ the book” quabkity jumps up “ BINGO HAHA” he smiles carrying you towards the door “ let’s show him, shall we” Sam gets up typing in codes and unlocking doors, his keys jiggle down the hallways as the finally reach the lava. Quackity looks over at Sam who flips the switch the lava starts to raise, you feel yourself coming to and groan at the pain in ur head. “ ooo your up” he puts you in cuffs and pulls a chair over sitting you down. He pulls out a knife “ a single move and baby gets it” you gulp feeling your eyes water confused, you look up seeing the lava. Quackity moves the chair forward more “ dream look who came to visit” you look over seeing your husband in a orange jump suit, he makes eye contact with you “Y/N NO, QUACKITY I SWEAR ANYTHING HAPPENS TO HER” quackity goes into a laughing fit “ look at his face omg, I’ve never seen him so worried” he bends down moving his hand over your stomach “ ooo dream how many months is she” you look to your husband, quackity shows dream the knife, dream yells “ okay okay okay what do you want please don’t hurt her, what I did has nothing to do with her, she never knew anything” quackity looks to sam, the lava falls again and dream screams “ QUACKITY WAIT, NO WAIT” he smiles at you putting the knife away “now let’s get you somewhere comfortable, I’m sorry I normally don’t treat guess like this” he takes you out the prison, leading you to the portal. You cry lightly as he sits you at a table with food, you knew you had to eat for the baby sake but you felt so lost and hurt. Two days into staying there it all was okay until, he stormed in red faced and everything, grabbing your hair “ y/n, your husband is starting to become a real real problem for me” you cry gripping his wrist as he drags you across the floor, Sam come up “ quackity this is to far” quackity pulls out his sword “ speak on my actions again and this is going in ur chest” Sam looks away as you cry out, he gets through the door and you see ur husband with the two men from before his eyes are dark as he looks to quackity. Quackity brings you close bring the knife to your womb “ come dream “ dream grips his sword looking to you and sighs dropping his sword, quackity laughs evilly “ now come here” you bring your hands between your stomach and the blade, you glance seeing his unfocused. You bite his hand as he move the sword it cuts your hands you jump forward being caught by dream, you sigh in relief when the other to men go at quackit, dream turns quickly moving to his horse with you riding off, you cry lightly hiding in his neck, he finally slows down and kisses your head rubbing your back” forgive me my love” he lifts your bleeding hands gently wrapping them in a loose rag, the way back is quite besides him trying to calm your nerves. When you both get home he does everything in his power to calm you down and help you. He kisses your lips gently covering you with the blanket, he moves to get up but you grab his sleeve “ please stay” you sniff looking up at him, he nah smiles crawl king into bed moving his hand over your stomach, kissing you deeply and hums “ better” you only nod as you both fall fast asleep.
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Me again 👀 can I have a Marcus Rashford one this time 🥺 really fluffy where he just can’t get enough of you, can it be a long one also please ❤️ love ya 🥺
i have a soft spot for marcus, so indeed <3
𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 — marcus rashford
summary: marcus is completely head over heels, everyone knows it, but he doesn’t care.
notes: requests are open, ask away!
Marcus was head over heels for you, it was as simple as that. From the moment you met, he was always proving how gentlemanly he was. You’d met through mutual friends, but since meeting you, he hasn’t been the same. Marcus was always a reserved, relaxed guy, but now he was bubbly, loved being around you and always making jokes. It meant Jesse had to compete a little bit harder to be the extrovert in their friendship.
You’d been together now for just over a year, everybody expecting the honeymoon phase to have ended after a few months, but it hadn’t. Marcus still picked you up from work whenever he could, he still brought home your favorite snacks and drinks, he still surprised you whenever he could. He was still making an effort to win your love, even though he already had it.
He was never one to cancel on Jesse, but he’d done it a few times, instead wanting to spend the day with you.
“I see him at work all the time,” Marcus groaned, throwing his phone to the foot of your bed and attempting to grab your arm, “I rarely get days off, so I want to spend them with you.” You just shook your head and stood up, walking over to his side in order to get him up.
“You work with him, sure, but you don’t do anything other than kick a ball around,” you reasoned, tugging on his muscular arms, “he wants to spend the day with you, and I get to see Hope, so up.” You loved that being with Marcus meant you could see Jesse and Hope. She’d taken a liking to you, Jesse telling you that you could never break up now.
Marcus just groaned and stood up, making your job a million times easier. Jesse had texted, asking Marcus if he wanted to go out, and asked you if you’d like to babysit Hope for a few hours. Of course, you agreed, so now Marcus’ plans of spending the day with you were gone. He sulked all the way downstairs and sat at the island, waiting for the kettle to boil.
“This is not fair,” he huffed, resting his head into your chest as you’d squeezed behind him, “when do I get to see you properly and be with you?” Once again, you just laughed at the baby in front of you, smoothing over his arms with your hands.
“You live with me, and I don’t want to hear it,” you explained, pouring the both of you a cup of tea, “you have a whole week off to spend with me, the least you could do is see Jesse for a few hours.” Marcus could barely be apart from you for more than a few hours, so international duty was extra difficult. He’d somehow manage with a facetime call and text messages. Even when you were together, going out for coffee with your mum and sisters, he’d always have an arm around you or keep your hand in his.
You turned to your grumpy boyfriend, shooting him an innocent smile and reaching to swipe your thumb over his cheekbones. “Thank you, my love. I promise, we can spend all day in bed tomorrow.”
The proposal made him smile and nod, standing up and trailing back upstairs with his tea in hand. You’d gotten ready quicker than him, waiting in the passenger seat of his car as he locked up the house. You were so excited to see Hope, you hadn’t seen her in months. With both boys being so busy, you missed her little face. Marcus had eventually parked in Jesse’s driveway, quickly running round to your side to get you out. He’d never let you out of the car on your own, it was a custom you’d gotten used to now.
“Y/N!” Hope exclaimed, holding her arms up at you. You happily lifted her, greeting Jesse with a side hug and trailing out to the garden. It’s where Hope loved to be most. She lets you climb the climbing frame more than she lets her dad.
“We’ll be back late afternoon, thanks again for this, Y/N,” Jesse thanked, saying goodbye to his daughter with a hug. You had approached Marcus, who was leaning against the wall with a sour look on his face. You just rolled your eyes and grabbed his hands, placing them over your cheeks.
“See you later, moody. Don’t ruin your day because I’m not there with you, I’ll do whatever you want later.” You winked at him, and Marcus looked up at the clouds to hide his warm cheeks, thoughts rapidly pushing around his head. Jesse gave you both a look, tapping Marcus’ shoulder and entering his house again.
The pair had finally left, leaving you and Hope to your own devices for a few hours. She’d decided on a movie and some lunch, which you’d made with her sitting on the counter. Moana was playing on the tv, Hope humming along to the songs, and you were just sitting watching her with a smile on your face. You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, quickly checking it to see a few texts from Marcus already.
‘Hey, I miss you.’
‘How’s Hope?’
‘I’d kill to be in bed right now.’
As much as you wanted to kill him for not paying attention to his day out with Jesse, you loved how much he loved you. You sighed and texted back a reply, a grin on your face:
‘We’re great. I miss you too. See you soon.’
“Is Marcus your boyfriend?” Hope wondered, now standing in front of you and fiddling with the hem of her shirt. She asked this question every time you saw her, and it always made you laugh.
“Yeah, he is.” You replied, lifting her onto your lap and looking back at the screen.
“Marcus is so tall, taller than daddy.” She added, a completely serious look on her face.
“I know, he’s super tall. Taller than me and you put together,” you exclaimed, you stood up and lifted her above your head to emphasize how tall Marcus was. “Maybe you’ll be that tall one day, Hope.”
You’d finished Moana, played outside, chased her round the house multiple times, and were now almost out on the sofa. Hope was between you and the back of the sofa, head on your shoulder and her eyes almost closed completely. Some random cartoon was on, the lights were out so she could take a nap. It wasn’t until you were almost asleep that the boys had finally arrived home after a long day out.
Marcus immediately sat down next to you, Jesse scooping Hope up and taking her to bed. Marcus had taken the opportunity to lay his head down onto your lap and close his eyes, hands wrapped around your legs.
“Long day of missing me?” You joked, running your fingers up and down his back. You could tell how much he was enjoying it, as every time you stopped, he moved your hand to continue doing it.
“Don’t even,” Jesse groaned, sitting on the other side of you and laughing into his hand, “oh, I miss Y/N so much, can we go home yet, I want to see Y/N, this reminds me of Y/N.” Jesse mimicked Marcus, earning a laugh from you. But he buried his head further into your legs, still maintaining a tight grip around your legs.
“Aw,” you quietly cooed, scratching the back of his neck and standing up, “ain’t that cute?”
“It’s sickening, that’s what it is. What have you done to my poor friend?” Jesse joked. Marcus followed you as you collected your things, saying your goodbye’s to Jesse, before walking back to the car. Marcus had his hand on your thigh the entire ride home, opening your door for you again, and carrying you up to bed.
“You’re really obsessed with me, huh?” You asked, his head on your chest and pulling you into him. You were like a teddy bear to him. He just hummed in response, closing his eyes and twirling the ends of your hair. Soon enough you could hear the man snoring, so you’d pushed him gently onto his side of the bed and moved onto your own side.
But before you knew it, his arms were wrapped around you once again and holding you close to him.
“Obsessed,” Marcus whispered, his voice becoming hoarse from how tired he was. He liked the sound of that.
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Sweet Little Love.
Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Lil Angst
Warnings: brief mention of violence
Requested: nope
Summary: The Y/L/Ns are a well-off family in New York, and are good friends with Sam Wilson. One day Y/N is threatened by a stalker and needs a bodyguard, so Sam suggests Bucky. Bucky doesn't want to do it; the last thing he wants is to deal with a spoiled, bratty rich girl for a whole month. The only thing is, Bucky has terribly misjudged her and now he can't help falling in love with her.
Author's Note: Hiya peeps! the last scene is just a small bonus crack!scene sjsjsjs lmao, enjoy!
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If there was one type of person Bucky liked, it was someone who was kind, polite, helpful and caring… and Bucky knew the person he was going to work for was going to be none of those things. "Sam, come on, man, I don't want to do this," Bucky groaned as he followed his best friend down the street. "I already promised, Bucky."
"Why did you?! I don't want to spend my whole day around spoiled little brats, they're the worst!" Bucky threw his hands up in surrender. "Okay, number one: You have to look after only one person and number two: Why don't you just meet her once? Then you can decide for yourself, how about that?"
Bucky had been hired by one of Sam's friends, Mr Y/L/N, as a bodyguard for his daughter. He didn't know the daughter at all; but the one thing he was sure about was that she was going to be a pain in the ass for him, like in every single movie about rich girls and bodyguards. Mouthy, petty, sassy, rude…
He was in no mood to deal with someone like that.
Ms Y/L/N, he assumed, had been sent some threats over a week ago by a stalker and so the poor father was worried sick as he frantically searched for bodyguards. Sam was also informed and before he knew it, James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes was hired. To be honest, the Y/L/Ns were paying a lot so… since he had given up Avenging, the income would be great.
Plus, she only needed protection for around a month or so. Speaking of the daughter, how old was she even going to be? Maybe a child below 10? A rebellious teenager? Who knows? "Alright, stop here. She's supposed to be here somewhere, let me call Y/L/N." Bucky huffed and looked around the crowded streets as Sam contacted the father.
That's when his eyes landed on a lady. She was beautiful; wearing what looked like a tennis skirt and a university hoodie, along with sneakers. Her hair was pulled into a braid and she had a bright smile on her face. Bucky blinked twice and watched. Her body or clothes didn't catch his attention, but her actions sure did.
She was chatting with another, older woman who had coffee spilled all over her white tee. The young lady was holding a baby in her arms, bouncing the sweet child as the older woman hurriedly tried to clean her clothes. Through his super-soldier hearing, he caught their conversation. "I'm so sorry to bother you like this," the woman sighed.
"It's okay, ma'am, you are not a bother. You were clearly in need of help and you know how New York is…" Both women giggled. The older woman soon left with her child but the young lady continued standing there, looking around, as if waiting for someone. Probably a boyfriend, Bucky thought.
"Why is he not picking up?!"
Bucky rolled his eyes at Sam before looking over at the pretty lady again, who had started bouncing back and forth on her heels, glancing everywhere. That's when a loud wail echoed above the already busy street. The lady's eyes snapped towards the voice before she took off running towards a little boy who had tripped over.
The little kid was blond and scrawny, reminding Bucky of a little Steve. He smiled fondly at the memory. "Are you hurt, bubba?" Y/N asked the kid adoringly as she helped him stand. The boy's lower lip wobbled as he tried to hold his tears in but was unsuccessful. "Aw, come here…" Bucky gulped when the lady got on her knees and hugged the child.
She's so kind.
The kid hugged back just as eagerly, sobbing into her shoulder. Soon, two adults approached her; a gay couple, the parents of the kid. They, too, watched with appreciation as the lady easily calmed the kid down with her soothing presence. An involuntary smile bloomed on Bucky's face; if he was in that kid's position, he'd have stopped crying too. The lady was wonderful.
"Thank you so much, honey," one of the men grinned when the lady stood up, dusting her knees and giving the kid a smile. "Oh, it's not a problem! You know what?" She dug around in her purse and pulled out a lollipop. "I always have some on me. I'm a big fan. You?" The boy giggled and eagerly accepted the candy.
"Steve, what do you say?"
Bucky almost laughed. The kid's name was also Steve? Amazing! "Thank you!" Steve exclaimed with a bright smile, making the lady laugh. "No problem! Have a good day!" She waved at the family of three before returning to her original place, standing outside a café. Bucky was enamored at this point.
"Any luck?" he drawled, glancing at Sam who shook his head. "That dick," he grumbled under his breath and Bucky grinned, getting back to watching the pretty lady but she was nowhere to be found. He looked around until he saw her crossing the road, an old man holding her arm with one hand as the other held his walking cane.
She was on his side of the street now, just a few feet away from him. "You are an angel, darling," the old man crooned as he patted her cheek, letting go of her arm once he was safely on the other side. An angel indeed, Bucky smiled to himself. "Oh, sir, I try…" she spoke bashfully, turning in his direction as the man left.
Bucky quickly averted his gaze, he didn't want to look like a creep. "Sam? Sam, is that you? Wilson!" Bucky froze at the lady's voice, her footsteps nearing the place where he and Sam were standing. Wait, is that...? Sam looked away from his phone, eyes lighting up as they landed on the lady. "Y/N? When did you arrive?" Bucky watched as they hugged.
"Been here for a long time, dad said you were going to introduce me to my bodyguard today. He's a good friend of yours, right?" Sam turned and motioned towards Bucky. He stepped forward. "Hi, I'm James Barnes," he introduced himself, holding his hand out. He couldn't believe he had called this angel a spoiled, rich brat.
I'm never gonna forgive myself.
"James, nice to meet you! I'm Y/N Y/L/N. Thanks for doing this, I'm probably going to be a burden—" He immediately shook his head. "Oh, no no no, don't say that! I can tell we're going to be good friends." He winked and she couldn't help but giggle. Bucky didn't even correct her on the name, something about the way she said it made a shiver run down his spine.
"Well, um, do we start now, or…?"
"Your choice," he interrupted, hands shoved in the pockets of his coat as he stared at her, heart swelling with affection. "I already feel safe," she half-joked, "Start now. I have a few places to go to…" He was ready to follow her to Hell and back. "Of course." Both of them turned to Sam, who had a knowing smirk on his face.
If it were anyone else Bucky would've given him his infamous glare but Y/N? He was hoping for a connection. "You two enjoy your date— I mean, day. Anyway, what's up with your dad, girl, he's not picking up my calls." Bucky rolled his eyes at the slip up. "He's not? Maybe he's in a meeting. If you want you can go visit."
"Gonna do just that, tell him that his precious little daughter is in safe hands." Y/N looked at Bucky with a huge smile. "No doubt about that! It's getting late, I'll see you later!" Y/N started walking away and Bucky immediately followed with a nod towards Sam. "Hey, um, I saw you, you know?" he blurted out.
"Saw me? Doing what?" Y/N blinked. "You helping the lady with the child, the kid who tripped over— Steve, his name was? And the old man you helped cross the street. I just wanna say that was amazing. You're a great person, Y/N, I'm honored to be your bodyguard." She gasped softly and looked away, chewing her bottom lip as she grinned, cheeks heating up.
"Oh, um, it's just— I like to help people. It's how my parents raised me. Yeah, we might be rich but I'm not spoiled. Lots of people think that when I tell them I'm Mr Y/L/N's daughter. It hurts sometimes, you know? People just assume anything about you without even knowing you. That's why I try to be good. I don't want to be a bad person," she rushed out, unconsciously voicing all her insecurities.
Bucky's heart sank in his chest as he let out a dry chuckle. "Ugh, just saying this is gonna make me throw up but I assumed that too. I thought I was gonna work with a spoiled, rich brat. I was horribly, horribly wrong, I hope you can forgive me, doll." She turned to him, but she wasn't mad in the slightest. She even started getting a tiny crush on him, I mean, hey, the man is eye-candy. "It's fine! I forgive you, you didn't know."
"No, it's not fine. I shouldn't have made assumptions, I feel like the biggest ass in the world," he scoffed, looking away from her. "James, please, it's okay. You know now, right? Don't feel bad! Why don't we stop for a coffee on the way?" How could he say no to that?
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2 weeks passed. Y/N and Bucky became incredibly close friends; Bucky went as far as revealing the truth about himself, how he used to be an Avenger, how he lost his arm, everything. What he didn't expect was her to cry at his story. "You did not deserve to go through that, they did you so dirty…" she sniffled and he hugged her like his life depended on it. It kinda did.
God, if he didn't fall in love the first time they met, he was definitely in love now. "Doll, I'm here now, aren't I? All good— well, maybe not all good." And his face broke into the biggest grin ever when he heard a chuckle from her. "I'm glad you're here." Just those 4 words and Bucky vowed that he was never gonna let her go.
"I'm getting coffee, you wait here. Don't go anywhere else."
"Aye aye, Captain!" Y/N laughed and he smiled back as he entered the café. Y/N stood outside, typing away on her phone when someone suddenly grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her into the alley next to the café. She couldn't even scream, breathing was difficult with his hand around her neck.
"We finally meet, sweetheart." Oh, God, it was him. The stalker. Y/N whimpered, struggling to get out of his arms but he only tightened his hold on her. Bucky, Bucky please— Over time, Y/N had grown fond of Bucky. He still asked her to call him James, he said it felt good when she called him that. So she did.
He was so protective of her, almost like she was his girlfriend. He was also handsome; incredibly so, with his stormy blue eyes, his tall and broad figure and razor sharp jaw. His first priority was always her and it made her warm inside. She'd decided to ask him out at the end of the month, but it was looking a bit difficult now.
"Your bodyguard not with you today? What happened, lover's quarrel?" the man smirked tauntingly as Y/N's vision blurred due to lack of oxygen. She blinked back tears, crying again when he tightened his hold on her neck. "Scream all you want, sweetheart, no one's gonna hear it," he laughed.
"Try me."
The man's head whipped to the side only for Bucky's metal fist to connect with his jaw. He fell to the ground with a thud, unconscious at the first punch. Y/N slid down to her knees. Her hands went to her neck, coughing and dry heaving. "Doll? Doll, come here." Bucky felt immense guilt as he gathered her in his arms, carrying her bridal style towards his car.
He left her alone. That was the one thing he wasn't supposed to do. "James…" Y/N wheezed, curling closer to him when he tried to put her in the backseat. "Doll, you have to get in," he insisted but she shook her head. "Not without you. Please." Bucky sighed and got into the backseat, holding Y/N against his chest.
She was pretty shaken up. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." He felt himself tearing up. "No… not your fault… you… coffee… I wasn't… phone…" Bucky handed her a bottle of water when she wheezed again. "Drink up, baby," he whispered as he held the bottle to her lips because she refused to let go of his sweater. After drinking some water her throat felt better.
"Don't go, please, I need you," she sobbed as she completely curled against him, wetting his sweater as she cried in his arms. "You will always have me, doll. I'm not going anywhere. Not again," he assured her as he rubbed her back, wiping his own tears away. All of a sudden, she pulled away and pressed her lips to his. "I love you."
He pulled her in for another kiss, fireworks exploding in his head at the confession. Only two weeks had passed but they were both sure about their feelings. "I love you too, doll. You're mine now, only mine," he groaned against her lips. "Only yours," she agreed, burying her face back in his shoulder as he pulled her impossibly close.
"You're not getting out of my sight ever again."
And he kept his promise.
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"And then I— where do you think you're going?" Sam blinked as Bucky abruptly stood up, eyes trained on his wife. She gave him a smile and walked out of the room, Bucky following her out like a puppy. "To the bathroom, Sam!" Y/N called out behind her and Sam turned to the parents, blinking in confusion as they roared with laughter.
"Why does she need him there?" Sam asked "Oh, haven't you heard? Bucky hasn't broken the promise he gave Y/N 6 years ago," Mrs Y/L/N explained vaguely. "What promise?" Mr Y/L/N laughed once more. "He told her she was never getting out of sight after the incident. And well…" Y/N and Bucky returned at the exact time as Sam made a face.
"Don't you get tired of him?" Sam groaned as Bucky sat down, pulling his wife on his lap. "Oh no no, it helps that she's as much in love with him as he is with her. They do not get tired of each other," Mrs Y/L/N shook her head with a fond smile. "It helps that he's handsome and aesthetically pleasing to look at," Y/N crooned, squishing her husband's cheeks as he laughed and swatted her hands away.
"Even in the bathroom?!"
"He stands outside as a guard," she shrugged. "Damn. Y'all are weird," Sam muttered, barely catching the book Bucky threw towards him. "Not weird. Just looking out for her, like I promised," he muttered, cheeks flushing. "You do know that the threat was 6 years ago, right? Six!" Sam threw his hands up.
"What if there's a new one?" Bucky countered exasperatedly. Sam only shook his head at the couple before a smile broke out on his face. "I've never seen a couple so in love. You two are cute," he commented as laughter filled the room. No more threats, no more danger.
Just a sweet little family and their sweet little love.
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