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katyswrites · 8 months

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don't call me 'baby'

PART 10 | SERIES

Pairing: Steve Harrington/fem!reader

Warnings: Sugardaddy!Steve, SMUT (18+), angst, mentions of pregnancy/a pregnancy scare, mentions of food and alcohol, unprotected p in v, daddy kink, oral sex (f receiving), creampie, ddlg dynamics, swearing, alcohol use, smoking, age gap, no use of y/n

Wordcount: 10.4K

A sugar daddy modern AU, a whirlwind summer romance in Italy, and two people from completely different walks of life, somehow finding each other in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. But, what will happen when summer ends?

PART 10 | meet me in the afterglow

FOUR MONTHS LATER

Your walk to work was chilly enough to warrant a coat. That was perhaps the thing you missed least about home in the U.S. - even though the winters certainly got cold here, it was nowhere near the sub-zero temperatures you had grown up with during the coldest time of year. Maybe the only thing you missed was snow - in all of your time living here, you had only gotten a brief dusting once, and it had melted by the following day.

Still, a week out from Christmas, you now needed to wrap something warm around yourself as you walked down the street, heading closer to the city center as your shift was due to start.

You were technically two minutes late to your shift, the coffee shop busy enough to have a line going out the door when you arrived. Yet, your manager Francesco said nothing - a small spark of joy in your day.

You didn’t necessarily need to go back to work - Steve’s money had yet to run out. But, you felt good about earning your own money - and, the less you had to draw on his remaining funds, the less you had to think about him.

You hadn’t seen or spoken to Steve since the night of your argument. Well, that was only partially true - you had received one piece of communication from him. It came a few days later - you had been moping in your apartment, having barely left your room for days, when an envelope arrived. It had his familiar writing and wax seal, with another wad of cash and a letter made out to you:

I promise this is the last you’ll hear from me. I am a man of my word, so I promise to help provide for you until you’re finished with school. I’ll be transferring enough money to your account to cover all of your expenses, so no need to worry about your rent, food, anything of the sort… I really do want you to be able to focus on school, okay? So, please don’t protest, or try to send the money back. Please feel free to use the credit card if you need to.

I’m sorry it ended this way. We both knew it was going to, but I apologize if I said anything out of line the other night. I truly do wish you the best.

Take care,

Steve

Reading it had been a punch to the gut. The formality of it, the finality of it… you would’ve rather that you never heard from him again. You had stashed the letter in a box under your bed, and not looked at it since.

A few weeks after that, you had pregnancy scare. It was silly, really - but, your period was late, and if was the first conclusion your mind had jumped to. You had called Robin in a panic, begging her to come home - she did, with four different brands of pregnancy tests. Those 15 minutes of waiting for results were the most agonizing of your life - then, upon seeing them all negative, you fell to your knees and burst into tears.

“It’s okay,” Robin had cooed, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “You’re good it was a false alarm - you’re probably just late because of stress -”

“I know,” you sobbed. “I just -”

“What is it?”

You then had sat up, chest heaving as you sobbed.

“He’s really gone isn’t he?”

Robin held you in her arms that night as you cried yourself to sleep.

To your knowledge now, he had gone back to the U.S. - was he still in Chicago? Or, did he go back to New York? You realized it was better for you to not ask these questions, or to think of him at all. As the weeks had turned into months, you found yourself thinking of him a little less each day - but you still thought of him. You saw him in the passersby as you walked down the street, in every car window, in every businessman walking through the door to order a coffee. Sometimes, you’d hear a laugh, or get a brief whiff of cigarette smoke, and swear it was him. But it never was - it never would be again.

The days had dragged on, but luckily, you often found yourself too busy to dwell too much on thoughts of Steve. Between work and school, your plate was pretty full. With graduation in mere weeks, you had spent the entire term studying and working on your thesis. Steve’s remaining money, at least, allowed you to work far less hours than you had before - a small blessing, you supposed.

The day was moving pretty quickly, the morning rush busy enough that two hours flew by without much notice. It was only during the afternoon lull that you found yourself able to look up from the espresso machine - only to lock eyes with a familiar face through the window.

Eddie smiled back at you, waving. You couldn’t help but grin, and beckoned him to come inside. He bounded through the glass doors, bursting into the coffee shop with the infectious, chaotic energy he always carries with him.

“Bella, how are you?” he asked, leaning over the counter with a big grin.

“I’m okay,” you said, shrugging.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Just okay?”

“Oh well - you know, a bit stressed with the end of term and all. But, that’ll all be over soon.”

“I’m almost done, too - just finishing up my exams, all of that nonsense.”

“Do you have someone for your thesis?”

You nodded. “Professor Hopper - he’s always had a soft spot for me,” you said, smiling fondly, thinking of the seemingly-gruff.

“I have Clarke - I don’t actually know how much he knows about photography, he teaches chemistry for godsake, but apparently it’s a hobby or something, so he’ll sign off on whatever I do,” Eddie said, laughing.

“Oh! I forgot to tell you - I actually have my own studio space now.”

“What? Eddie, that’s amazing!”

He grinned. “Thanks - I mean, I’m still technically freelance, but I’m hoping once I’m fully graduated more work will start coming in. But for now, I don’t mind having some spare time to practice with the band.”

You did your best to stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Right - don’t forget me when you make it as a big rockstar, Eddie.”

He let out a hearty laugh at that, the infectious kind that had you joining in - you hadn’t laughed like that in quite some time.

“You know, you should come by later to check it out,” Eddie said. “I mean, if you want -”

You thought for a moment, then nodded.

“Sure, why not - I get off in about a half hour -”

“Perfect,” he cried, clapping his hands together. “I’ll just wait around then - and, uh, can I get an espresso? Since I’m already here and all.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile.

“Yeah, sure thing Munson - I’ll take my sweet time with it, just for you.”

The end of your shift flew by, and soon enough you were pulling off your apron, linking your arm in Eddie’s as he led you out the door and through the city.

The studio, as it turned out, was only a few blocks away. The space was small, but nice - a big glass storefront allowed plenty of light in, even with the fading sun, indicative of the short days of winter. Some of Eddie’s work hung framed on the walls - city scenes, candids of people on the street, bands in action at his favorite club… and even a few of you, from the project you posed for a few years ago.

“Wow - this is amazing, Eddie!” you exclaimed, glancing around the studio with genuine pride for your friend. You knew this was always the goal for him, what he always wanted to do.

“Grazie mille,” he said, beaming.

“Do you have anything lined up?”

He nodded.

“Some - nothing too interesting. A few weddings, graduation photoshoots, things like that. Oh, do you want to see the photo lab?”

You let him lead the way into the back room, passing through a dimly-lit room with machines and equipment that you were sure you had no idea how to use. Newly developed photos were hanging around on clothespins, or spread across the table in the middle.

“Back there is the darkroom,” Eddie said, gesturing to a small door on the other side of the room. “But yeah, this is where the magic happens.”

“You develop all your pictures this way?” you asked, examining a few laid across the table.

He shook his head. “Not exactly - only the stuff I shoot on film. A lot of what I do is digital, and I edit that on my computer but… I really do love shooting film. I only really do that for specific things. Oh, which reminds me!”

He turned his back to you, rummaging through a filing cabinet until he produced a large manila envelope, extending it to you. You furrowed your brow, confused. You turned it to examine it properly - the only thing written on it was your name and a date, in Eddie’s telltale scrawl.

“What -”

“It’s those pictures I owe you, from your birthday party - sorry, it took me a while to get around to developing them.”

Oh.

“Oh,” you said quietly, gripping the envelope a bit tighter. “Uh, thanks - that was really nice of you, Eddie.”

You were still staring down at the parcel in your hands, your hands shaking a bit - you had completely forgotten that Eddie had been taking pictures all night. Most likely because you had been a bit distracted at the time. But now…

“I think they turned out pretty nice, if you ask me,” Eddie said. “But, you can be the judge of that yourself.”

You pressed your mouth into a tight line, nearly feigning a smile as you finally met his eyes again. He was looking back expectantly, and you realized he wanted you to look at them now.

“Oh, yeah,” you mumbled. “I guess I’ll just -”

You opened it up, sliding out the stack of photos - they were slightly bigger than the ones you had seen from a digital camera, on a beautiful matte paper that you knew must have not been cheap. This, you realized, was Eddie’s belated birthday gift to you.

You thumbed through the pictures - the first few were just candids of your friends on the dancefloor, or deep in conversation around the bar. There were a few of you and Robin, arms thrown around each other and smiling ear-to-ear.

There were quite a few solo shots of you, raising a glass to the camera, mid-laugh, or dancing - somehow, he had made it look like you truly were the center of attention, as if to tell people this is who we were there for!

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, laughing quietly at a few of the shots, including one of Robin flipping off the camera as she kisses Vickie. Then, your smile dropped, because there he was.

Steve, looking as handsome as you remembered, but somehow also a stranger, or like a figment of your imagination. Somehow, a small part of your subconscious had convinced you over the last few months that perhaps he wasn’t real, a true figment of your imagination that had been too good to be true. But there he was, large as life, his arm wrapped around you as you smiled into the camera. You were smiling in his arms, a girl completely unrecognizable in some ways. In another photo, he’s pressing a kiss to your cheek as you laugh - you remembered that one being taken, that’s for sure. You gently trailed your fingers across the picture, as if you were hoping to reach in and pull that happy girl out, just to shake a bit of sense into her. You didn’t even realize you were crying until a fat wet teardrop his the page, rolling down and off the edge.

“Whoa - are you alright?” Eddie asked, his voice tinged with worry.

You jumped, having nearly forgotten that he was there at all. How long had you been staring at the pictures of Steve? For a few minutes, or hours? There was no way to know.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you said, the thickness in your voice betraying you. You pressed the heels of your hands under your eyes, willing the gentle tears to stop, sniffling.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asked softly.

You laughed dryly, more hot tears welling up as you did.

“Nothing! I - they’re beautiful, Eddie. Really - thank you. You - you’ve really got a talent.”

Your voice wobbled a bit at the end, and you sniffled.

“I’m sorry, I - it’s nothing to do with you,” you assured him. “I just - I’ve been having a hard time lately.”

Eddie cocked his head, confused. Then, his eyes flitted down to the picture in your hands.

“Oh - I’m sorry, I - is this about him?” Eddie asked quietly, gesturing to the photos. You just nodded, avoiding his gaze again as you stuffed them back into the envelope.

“I didn’t know you two had broken up, I’m sorry -”

“We didn’t break up!” you snapped, harsher than intended. “Fuck, I - sorry, that came out wrong. We didn’t break up, because we were never exactly together. It’s just complicated.”

Eddie furrowed his brow. “Yeah, okay - well, I’m sorry to hear about your not-breakup. I guess I’m just a little surprised.”

“Why’s that?” you asked.

He shrugged. “I spent a long time looking at all of those when I was developing them - you know how they say pictures tell a thousand words?”

You nodded.

“Well - I take pictures of a lot of couples - weddings, engagement shoots, all of that… and I’ve never seen two people more in love than you two.”

You felt your chest tighten - maybe you were being a lovesick idiot at your party, but Steve?

You shook your head. “No - Eddie, it… it wasn’t like that. I can promise you that.”

Steve made that perfectly clear.

Eddie shrugged again. “I’m just telling you what I observed, that’s all.”

“Well maybe you should mind your business,” you grumbled.

Fuck. You shouldn’t have said that.

Eddie’s face fell a bit, and he slowly took a step back, hands shoved in his pockets.

“My apologies,” he whispered. He was hurt, that much was obvious. You mentally kicked yourself.

“No Eddie - I’m sorry, I didn’t -”

You sighed, frustrated.

“Things have been, like, really weird the last few months and… it doesn’t matter.”

“I could tell,” he said, voice quiet. “You’ve been.. Distant.”

You nodded, the awkwardness filling the space between you two. You had fucked this up too, somehow.

“So,” you said, clearing your throat. “Uh, it’s getting late, and dark… I probably should head home.”

“Yeah, okay - good idea, I have some stuff to work on anyway.”

You both nodded, avoiding eye contact as you both headed out back into the studio.

It wasn’t until you were at the door that you turned to face Eddie again.

“The place really is beautiful… I’m proud of you,” you said sincerely. He offered a small smile in return.

“Thanks.”

“I also - the pictures are beautiful. Thank you for these, I - they’re great.”

“I’m sorry if they -”

“Don’t apologize,” you said firmly. “They’re great - you’ve really got a gift, you know.”

You could tell Eddie was fighting a real smile, a small win in your book.

“C’mon, you know my ego’s just fine on its own.”

You laughed, and without thinking, pulled him into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry I lost it a little earlier,” you whispered.

“It’s alright,” he said, pulling away. “Heartbreak is funny like that.”

You decided not to bother protesting his assessment this time, too tired to start a fight again just to feel something.

“Right, okay.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to take out the photos with… him?” Eddie asked, gesturing down to the envelope.

“No, that’s alright - I’m a big girl, I can go through them. I’m definitely going to hang a few of these up though, so thanks again.”

“Take good care of yourself darling, alright? And come by any time - for any reason.”

It was an olive branch, an assurance that things were okay. You forced a smile, nodding.

“Thanks, Eddie - you’re a great friend, you know.”

You bid your farewells, and left the studio with a strange feeling settling within you. You pulled your coat a little tighter around you, stuffing the envelope underneath as you charged through the chilly evening air to the nearest bus stop.

You didn’t get home until nearly 6pm, the winter sky fully dark by then. By the time you walked a few blocks and up the stairs to your apartment, your face was stinging from the cold, the wind picking up more since that afternoon.

Robin was on the couch, a rerun of Friends playing on the TV.

“Hey! You’re back kind of late,” she remarked.

“Yeah - I ran into Eddie, funnily enough,” you replied, hoping you sounded nonchalant.

“Oh really? How is he? I miss him - we should really make a plan to hang out with him soon -”

“Yeah, for sure,” you said, kicking off your shoes and hanging your coat on the rack. “He’s good - I saw his new studio, it’s nice.”

“Oh, no way! That’s great - I need to go sometime -”

“Yeah, totally,” you said, absentminded. “Uh, I’ve got some stuff to do, but I’ll be out here later -”

“Maybe we can get takeout or something -”

“Yeah, perfect -” you tittered, closing your bedroom door behind you, eyes on the envelope in your hands.

You bit your lip, debating what to do. Part of you considered finding all of the pictures of Steve, and burning them. But, that felt a bit dramatic. You pulled out the stack again, sifting through until you found the shots of him. You couldn’t help but smile, looking at how happy the girl in the photos was - if only she knew how quickly things would fall apart that night. The photo of Steve kissing you cheek was your favorite - it was just full of pure, unbridled joy. The one after that was the one you stared at for quite some time, though. You were looking into the camera, grinning widely. Steve, however, wasn’t - no, he was looking at you. You stared at him for quite some time - and remembered Eddie’s words.

I’ve never seen two people more in love than you two.

You had thought it was crazy - but, in the picture, Steve was looking at you like you’d hung the stars. Like, if he didn’t have you, he’d be lost. He was looking at you with eyes full of love - you just hadn’t been looking.

You gasped, realizing what Eddie had seen that you couldn’t - maybe everything had meant more to Steve than he had let on. No, that was crazy - wasn’t it?

What happened next didn’t have much explanation - it was probably crazy. You found yourself Googling Steve’s company headquarters in Chicago - it couldn’t be this easy, could it? But it was.

A quick call through the directory brought you to his secretary, a bubbly woman who was more than happy to help. You pretended to be the secretary of a business partner you had remembered Steve mentioning, saying how you wanted to send a thank-you gift - it had been too easy to get his home address, really. And, a confirmation that he was back in Chicago.

The next morning, you sent out an envelope, sticking on international postage. You debated not putting your name on the return address, but ultimately decided to include it - he’d recognize the address anyway. When you dropped it at the post office, you walked away feeling a sense of relief - and, perhaps, just a bit unhinged. TIme would tell if anything came of it. But, at the very least, it felt like finally closing the chapter of your life that had been defined by Steve Harrington. And, that was a good thing… right?

********

The day before Christmas Eve, you received great news: confirmation that you had passed all of your exams, your thesis receiving glowing feedback from the professors in your department. Your degree, which studied Art History and Travel and Tourism Management, meant that you would actually be able to stay here - you hoped to work in tourism in some way right here in Rome, or perhaps work in one of the city’s many museums - being bilingual would help, and more importantly, it meant you never had to set foot back in the United States again, if you didn’t want.

Christmas brought its usual cheer and celebration, complete with mulled wine and a potluck dinner you and Robin held for some of the other foreign students you were friendly with, knowing they didn’t have families to go to for the holidays. Your graduation only brought extra festivities, including a speech prepared by Robin given as a toast at dinner, saying how proud she was of you (and, how jealous she was that you didn’t have to worry about schoolwork anymore). It was silly yet sincere enough to make you tear up and pull her into a big hug. Eddie and Jonathan even swung by for a bit, joining in on the celebration until the wee hours of the morning. Robin and Vickie were all over each otherYou ate and drank to your heart’s content before stumbling to bed, leaving cleanup in the kitchen for the morning.

The morning of Boxing Day, it turned out, was actually the afternoon, with you and Robin oversleeping. You, to your own relief, felt tired, but not too hungover - the same couldn’t be said for Robin and Vickie, who stumbled into the kitchen with grimaces on their faces and grumbles as a greeting.

You spent most of the day cleaning up from the last two days’ festivities, washing dishes and clearing away wrapping paper, wiping countertops and vacuuming just enough until your home felt semi-in order.

You were still in your pajamas as it was getting dark again in the evening, a rarity these days. When Robin said she was heading out to dinner with Vickie and likely would be staying at her place that night, you bid her farewell, looking forward to some time alone to fully relax and unwind.

It was several hours later, after scrounging together a dinner of Christmas leftovers and half-dozing on the couch while a movie played, that your doorbell rang. You sat up with a start, your heart jumping at the unexpected intrusion. You stumbled to the door, grumbling about who could possibly be here at this hour - maybe Robin decided to come back after all, and got locked out again? You were ready to playfully ridicule her when you opened the door. But when you saw who was standing on the other side, you froze.

Steve Harrington was there on your doorstep, barely illuminated in the dim light. His chest was heaving, his hair just a bit disheveled. His eyes widened when he saw you, and you imagined you did the same. Your heart plummeted to your stomach at the sight of him, so real and alive in front of you. Were you dreaming? Was this some sick prank?

Neither of you said anything for a moment, two mouths hanging open, searching for the words.

“It’s Christmas,” you blurted out, the first words you’ve said to him in over four months.

“It’s December 26th,” he replied, simply and casually.

“I - well, it’s still a holiday, kind of.”

“Yeah, I know - do you know how hard it is to catch a last-minute flight on Christmas?”

You just stood there in the doorway, unable to think of anything else to say - what the fuck?

“What are you doing here?” you asked, words biting. You were lashing out a bit, but you didn’t care - this moment right now reminded you of a similar one over the summer, when he came to your doorstep to explain how he wasn’t engaged. What was his excuse now?

“Why did you send me this?” he asked, holding up a familiar envelope - the photo.

Why did you? You weren’t certain of that answer yourself. So, you went with the first explanation that came to your head.

“It’s a good picture of you,” you said quietly.

He rolled his eyes.

“Do not - I don’t hear from you for months, then I get this in the mail - on Christmas Eve, mind you -”

“I’m sorry, were you supposed to hear from me?”

“I don’t know!” he cried. “Maybe?”

You scoffed. “You can’t be serious - you made it very clear that you never wanted to see me again.”

“I - what?”

“I wish you well? Take care? We ended things, Steve - what else was I meant to think?”

He sighed, his shoulders sagging.

“I don’t know. I guess part of me - it doesn’t matter. But, what am I supposed to make of this?” he asks, waving the envelope.

“I - Eddie gave me a bunch of pictures he took at my birthday party… I thought maybe you’d want that one.”

He took a tentative step closer towards you, gauging your reaction. You held your ground, not breaking eye contact.

“Is that the only reason?” he asked, voice low.

You felt your heartbeat quicken, your palms clammy - he really was just so handsome. Still, there was something so boyish about him, something that reminded you of why you fell for him in the first place. He had cut his hair a bit, his summer tan faded - and he looked tired. Then again, you probably did too - you suddenly became conscious of the fact that you were in your pajamas, still looking like you had just woken up - you wished you could disappear, never to be perceived again.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “The only reason.”

He was close enough now that you could see his Adam’s Apple bob as he gulped, his eyes glancing up and down your form as he took a deep breath.

“Tell me that, when you sent this, there wasn’t at least a small part of you that hoped I’d respond - that, when you sent this, you hoped I’d call, or show up here. If there wasn’t, I’ll walk away right now, and you’ll never have to see me again.”

There it was - everything laid out on the table. So much was still unsaid - but, it was obvious that he also had been hurting the last few months, that he didn’t want this to end, maybe even nearly as much as you did.

“You really flew all the way here because I sent you a photo?” you whispered.

He nodded. “Of course I did.”

“You realize how crazy that is, right?”

He chuckled dryly.

“Well, they do say it makes you do crazy things.”

“...it?” you asked, voice wavering.

He nodded.

Oh.

“Come inside,” you murmured. “It’s pretty cold out there.”

As soon as the door was shut behind him, he began spiraling into a new explanation.

“I hope you know that I didn’t come here just to - you’re right, it is kind of crazy, but I didn’t know what else to do, after everything that happened -”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” you said, cutting him off. “I don’t want to talk at all.”

You both stood there for a moment, eyes locked on eachother. Then, as if reading each other’s minds, you both moved at once - you crashed your lips into his, fast and desperate. He sighed against your lips, pulling you close as his tongue slipped into your mouth.

You felt like crying - you had missed him so much, more than you had realized - his voice, his warmth, his scent - it brought everything flooding back, the feelings you had buried in an attempt at self-preservation. But now, as you kissed him, you felt the tears well up, stinging your eyes as they rolled down your face, hot and fast.

“Whoa - baby, it’s okay - what’s wrong -”

Baby.

“Nothing,” you cried, wiping the tears away. “I just - I really fucking missed you.”

You felt stupid to admit it, but then again, didn’t he come close to confessing that himself just a few moments ago?

“I know, I know, baby - you have no fuckin’ idea -”

Another kiss, passionate and apologetic.

“I didn’t mean any of what I said that night,” you gasped, pulling him closer. “I was just so scared -”

“I know, me too, baby - m’sorry -”

Baby. Babybabybaby.

He was holding your face between his hands now, backing you up until you were pressed against the wall, his lips finding yours again. He titled his head down to nuzzle at your throat, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin there. You tipped your head back, giving him full access to do as he pleased. He kissed and nipped at your neck, until you were moaning and crying out his name, pulling at his coat until it fell off of his shoulders. You twisted your hands in his button-down, his hands squeezing tighter on your waist in response.

“Fuck, Steve,” you breathed. “I’m sorry -”

“Stop with that,” he said, firmly taking your face in his hands again, catching your lips in another gentle kiss. “You’re right, I just realy don’t want to talk anymore -”

Then he was kissing you again, swallowing your noises as you whined his name, fingers gripping his hair.

“Bedroom, now,” you told him. “Please -”

“Yeah, okay.”

He couldn’t keep his hands off of you, both of you stumbling down the small hallway and into your bedroom, Steve slamming the door closed behind him with his foot.

“No Robin?” he asked, lips finding your neck again.

“No - ah! She’s at Vickie’s tonight -”

“Thank Christ,” he growled. “I don’t know how quiet I’m capable of being right now.”

He was apparently as desperate as you were, lips finding yours hungrily as he pulled your oversized t-shirt over your head, eyes practically rolling to the back of his head when he saw your breasts.

“No bra?” he asked.

“I was lounging around, until you showed up -”

“Thank god,” he practically snarled, his hands finding the small of your back to pull you close.

You reached between yourselves, unbuttoning his shirt, fingers slipping as they shook with anticipation. He reached down to help you, until he eventually shrugged the shirt off. You wrapped your arms around him, pressing your bare chest to his, nearly crying again from the contact.

“I really missed you,” he whispered, a man ruined. “I never thought I’d be able to have you like this again -”

“None of that,” you murmured, pressing a finger to his lips. “It’s alright.”

You just stared at him, running your hands down his chest as you took a deep breath.

“I need to tell you something.”

“What is it?” he asked, face flickering with concern. “Oh god, are - are you seeing someone else? I didn’t even ask -”

“No! No, nothing like that,” you assured, biting your lip. “I just - do you remember the night of my birthday on our trip, on the rooftop?”

He nodded. “That was a really nice night.”

“I haven’t been totally honest with you,” you admitted, heart racing as you were ready to lay out the thing you had been terrified to admit aloud.

“About what?” he asked softly, cupping your cheek gently with his palm.

“Remember when I said something in Italian, and you asked what it meant? And I just said it meant I loved the gift, the star thing?”

He nodded. You took a deep, shuddering breath.

“That wasn’t exactly true. I - I said that I was in love with you,” you managed, voice quivering at the end. “That’s why I was so scared - I didn’t realize until I said it… I had broken our rule, our number one rule -”

“Hey, hey -” he cooed, shaking his head. “Did you mean it?”

You hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah - I still do.”

The few seconds that passed after that had your stomach doing somersaults - what if he still didn’t feel that way, and everything he had said in the doorway was bullshit? You thought you were going to be sick -

But his face softened, his eyes glistening - was he going to cry?

“Fuck the rules. I stopped following those a long time ago,” he said.

Your heart fluttered, your face heating.

“Are you saying -”

“How did you say it in Italian again?” he asked. “I’m sorry, I’ve been slacking on my lessons without you around.”

You laughed. “Oh, um, it’s sono innamorato di te. It translates directly as I’m in love with you, or I’m falling for you.”

He nodded. “Well then - sono innamorato di te.”

You felt like your chest was about to explode, and before you knew it, you were crying again. He was too, you realized, his cheeks glistening with tears as he choked a sob with laughter.

“We could’ve saved ourselves a lot of trouble if we both just said that in the first place,” he said, reaching to wipe away some of your tears.

“How long?” you asked.

“Since the night of the gala I brought you to. So… longer. I guess I win.”

You sobbed again, Steve swallowing the sound with another kiss. It’s wet and salty with tears, a mess of apologies and confessions.

“Steve - I -”

“I know, baby,” he whispered, kissing your salty cheeks. “It’s alright - I’m here now -”

The conversation truly stopped after that - you couldn’t keep your hands off of one another, shedding clothes until you were nude and devouring each other with desperation unlike anything you had ever felt before.

Steve was pressing his lips between your breasts when you asked, voice breathy and filled with need.

“Steve - I need you, please -”

“Mm - yeah, okay -”

Before he could move, you were reaching down to grasp his cock in your hand. He gasped, pupils blown as his head thumped back against the wall. The noise that came out of him was unholy, wrecked and ruined as you brushed your thumb along his leaking tip.

“Christ, baby -”

“Can I suck you off, please?” you asked, desperate to make him come undone.

“Honey - you can’t - I just, I wanna fuck you so bad… I won’t last if I let you get your mouth on me, baby.”

You pouted, even as your heart raced with the thrill of knowing you’d have him inside you again.

“Next time,” he said, “I swear.”

A promise of a next time, of a thousand more times - you started kissing him again, lips bruising his - losing yourself in any drink or drug would never compared to losing yourself in Steve Harrington, you decided.

“Get on the bed,” he muttered, gently pushing you back. You did as he asked, falling back onto the mattress gently as he joined you, face hovering inches from yours.

His hair was a mess, pupils blown and lips glossy. He just shook his head, as if in disbelief.

“What?” you asked.

“You’re just so beautiful,” he breathed.

You felt your face heat, and you buried your face in your hands.

“Shut up.”

“About you? Not likely.”

Before you could come up with a clever remark, he was kissing your neck again, his lips traveling down slowly between the valley of your breasts, taking his time - he was going to leave bruises, you already knew.

But he didn’t stop, traveling down, down, down -

“What are you -”

“I never said I didn’t want to taste you first,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “I miss having my mouth on you so fuckin’ much -”

“Fuck,” you gasped. “You’re unreal -”

“Says you,” he retorted. Whatever you planned to say next died on your lips, anything resembling a coherent thought dissolving as his lips found your cunt.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, back arching as his tongue swirled around your clit.

“Just as fuckin’ sweet as I remembered,” he whispered, his breath against your pussy making your chest heave.

He licked a stripe along your slit, making your back arch off the bed, your eyes fluttering closed.

“Be loud for me, baby,” he murmured, lips finding your clit again. You did as he asked, moaning and crying out his name as he devoured your pussy, eliciting desperate sounds from you as your fingers wound themselves in his hair. He groaned as you pulled on his locks, encouraging you to continue doing so as he opted to slide a finger inside you.

“Fuck - Steve! Ohmygod, fuck -”

You felt him smile as he lapped and licked at your folds, adding a second finger and beginning to pump them in earnest, finding that spot inside of you too easily.

You were crying out, bucking your hips against Steve’s lips, like putty in his hands. For about ten minutes you were completely his, mind numb with pleasure as he took you apart with his mouth. You let him, feeling the blunt fingernails of his free hand digging into your thigh, pulling you as close as possible.

“Steve - I’m gonna - I’m so close, y’feel too good -”

Encouraged, he picked up the pace a bit, sending you completely over the edge. When you came, you saw stars, grinding down on Steve’s mouth and fingers. You were screaming, and he helped you through it, nuzzling against your core as you pulsed around his fingers. Your hand left his hair and found his temple, gently coaxing him closer as you rode out your orgasm.

You were still breathing heavily as he kissed his way slowly back up your body, worshiping every inch of skin he could find. YOu didn’t let your eyes open again until he was face-to-face with you, chin glistening with your release as he wore a smug grin.

“Such a good girl for me,” he murmured. “Tasted so good… you came so hard for me -”

“Mm -” you hummed, pulling him down for a kiss. You tasted yourself on him, the sensation completely euphoric.

“Do you need some time?” he asked gently.

You ran a finger over your clit, still sensitive and puffy, and shook your head.

“No, I’m okay - I actually really need you to fuck me.”

“Thank god,” he said, exasperated. “I don’t think I can go another second without fucking you -”

“I know -”

“I would dream about you, you know - all the time. I’d wake up in the middle of the night with a hard-on, of a mess in my boxers like a fuckin’ teenager -”

“I know what you mean,” you admitted, recalling a few times you had thought of him as you touched yourself since he’d left.

“Please tell me you’re still on the fuckin’ pill -”

“Yeah, I am - God, Steve -”

“I know, I know - ready baby?”

You nodded, locking your eyes with his as he positioned himself above you, pushing inside of you ever so slowly. You could tell he was holding back, doing everything he could to not enter you in one rough movement. You winced at the stretch, nearly forgetting just how big he was. He kissed apologies across your face, gasping as he felt your warm walls envelope him.

“Fuck -” he groaned, burying his face in your neck. “I can’t believe I went so long without this - you feel so fuckin’ perfect, baby - such a tight, perfect pussy -”

“You feel so good,” you breathed, digging your fingernails into his shoulderblades. “Steve - I’m so full, please fuck me -”

He did as you asked, rolling his hips against yours, eliciting a groan from both of you. He was still holding back you could tell - but you didn’t have time for that, not after months of missing him, of missing this -

“Let go, baby,” you whispered. “Please -”

“What did you just call me?” he asked.

“I - baby,” you repeated. You realized you never had before - was that wrong?

“Say it again,” he breathed.

“Baby,” you breathed, gasping as he thrust into you a little harder.

“Baby, please - fuck me, let go,” you cried.

It became fast and hard quickly, the desperation you shared impossible to mask. The slapping of his hips against yours was positively dirty, Steve’s arms caging you underneath him as he pounded into you. Your hand snaked down between you, your own finger finding your clit.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, continuing his relentless pace. “Touch yourself for me, just like that - M’not gonan last long, I’m sorry, you just feel too good -”

“It’s okay,” you assured, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I want you to lose it.”

He groaned, the room filling with the sound of slapping skin and moans, your names on each other’s lips.

Nothing else mattered, not when Steve was making you feel like this, not when he had flown across an ocean on a whim, a desperate hope to just see you again, even if only for a moment. You suddenly became so overwhelmed with love for this man, this person who had turned your world upside down - it was indescribable, impossible to even express. So you just held him tight, burying your face into his shoulder.

“M’close - I need you to come with me, baby - can you do that? I know you can, you’re always so good for me -”

You nodded, unable to formulate words anymore.

“I fuckin’ love you,” he cried, hips stuttering, his thrusts growing sloppier. “So much, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you - I love you, baby -”

His words sent you over the edge, white-hot pleasure surging through your body as you screamed his name. The feeling of you clamping around him sending him into his own orgasm. He spilled inside of you, your name on his lips like a prayer. He practically collapsed on top of you, the feeling of his heartbeat against yours feeling like home, like it was always meant to be this way.

Your breaths were labored, sweet kisses peppered across skin. Neither of you spoke for quite some time. After he rolled off of you, he immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you as close as physically possible.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, slow and gentle. It was only when you pulled back, brushing some of his sweaty hair away from his face, that you broke the silence.

“I love you, too,” you murmured. You brushed your fingers along his face, and he caught your wrist, pressing kisses to your palm and knuckles, as if determined to worship you every chance he got.

“I want more than an arrangement,” he whispered. “I don’t want rules, or a deal, or -”

“Yeah, that was obvious,” you replied, chuckling. “And, me too.”

“And, you were right - you have school, and I never wanted you to think I just wanted you like a trophy or something - you have your own life, aspirations, and i know that - I just like spoiling you, but I never wanted you to give up who you are,” he said, face soft. “I need you to know that.”

“I do,” you murmured.

You really did.

“Besides, I graduated.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What? When?”

“Officially? A few days ago.”

He smiled, soft and sincere - part of you was worried he might cry again.

“Congratulations - I’ll have to take you out to celebrate.”

“Mm - sounds good to me. How long - when are you here until?”

There was still life to reckon with, after all - living on two different continents, jobs, obligations - the kind of thing that could ruin this. But, he just shook his head.

“I bought an open-ended ticket. So, until whenever you want.”

“I - what? What about work?”

He shrugged. “Turns out, when you run the place, you can get away with that stuff.”

Your jaw dropped.

“What? Are you serious?”

He nodded. “Brenner’s out. I’m in - youngest CEO in the company’s history.”

You laughed, pressing your palm to your forehead as you stared at the ceiling in disbelief.

“Steve - that’s amazing. But how -”

“Shhh - we’ll figure everything out later. But, let’s at least ring in the new year together, yeah?”

You nodded cautiously - he really was here, now, and wanted to make it work.

“Okay,” you said. “Sounds good.”

“Hey - you know what’s really pissing me off, though?”

“What?” you asked, wary as a pit of dread formed in your gut.

“I have to thank Eddie fucking Munson for fixing this.”

You laughed, a real, hearty laugh, and in that moment, you realized things were going to be okay.

******

That night, you slept better than you had in months, safe and warm in Steve’s arms. That was, until you woke to Robin’s scream the next morning, both of you shooting up in bed with a start.

“WHAT IS HE DOING IN YOUR BED?” she cried, shielding her eyes. “God - I wish I could bleach my eyes - motherfucker -”

Then, the door was slamming shut, Robin bemoaning her luck as she bolted down the hall to her own room.

You felt your face heat with embarrassment, sinking under the covers.

“Well - I guess I owe her an explanation -”

“Later,” Steve saidly, shaking his head incredulously. “For Christmas, I’m getting you a fucking industrial lock for that door!”

Then you were laughing, blissful and unable to control yourself, Steve joining you. He kissed the giggles away, pulling your body to his, and not much talking happened after that.

It didn’t matter what real life held after this - because Steve was here, and he was yours. Wherever you ended up, you realized, if you were with Steve, you would be home.

He was here to stay.

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thetreefairy · 9 months

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Hiya, for your event can i request fantasy au with king gojo with the prompts Sunflower,3,4 platonic yandere. I see you just made a gojo fic so if you don’t wanna write for him can fyodor for bsd replace him? Thanks in advance

I tried to write this with fyodor, but I could not--- so here's gojo, you can request as much Gojo as you want cuz he's my fav in JJK. Reader is related to Gojo in this .

Warnings: manipulation, reader wants to find their parents, parental deaths, gojo is a bit dubious ngl

Sunflower - "I adore you like you are mine."

"Stay with me, or I will make you."

"You are the bird in a golden cage, act like it."

They/them reader

700 rules - 700 masterlist - kofi

King Gojo had little family, and the family that he did have was barely in contact with himp.

At least, until their child came to him, begging for him to help them find their parents. "My sister went missing?" He had asked to the teen infront of him, they had his eyes.

"Yes, as well as my pa." Reader had said with teary eyes. "I beg of you to help me find my parents, your majesty."

"My sister and I don't have a cordial relationships." Gojo said with a small smile, he missed her truly. "But this situation will make us put our differences aside."

Reader looked at him with a bright smile, causing him to grin at them. "And perhaps I will finally get to know (my cousin/niece/nephew)."

The way his posture changed and how his expression, it set off alarm bells in Reader.

Perhaps they should have listened to their mom's warnings about him...

While Gojo had promised Reader that he would search for their parent, he had offered them a place in the palace. Which caused Reader to ask: "Why did ma give up her title?"

"Is it important?" Gojo had asked. "Quite so, I don't wish to be murdered you see." Reader had answered back.

"You have quite the imagination, I would never let my blood be harmed."

While Reader tried to help with the search, they slowly became close with Gojo, they even started to call him uncle. Slowly the court started to treat Reader as the crowns heir.

During Tea time Reader asked about it. "Uncle Satoru, why are people treating me like the crowns heir?"

"Perhaps, because." He started dramatically. "I adore you like you are mine."

Reader chuckled nervously and drank their tea quietly. So this is what their mother meant, as long as their parents are found... His obsessions won't continue.

But the next day, the imperial knights brought two death cerficates to them.

Reader had dropped to their knees and broke down. Their ma and pa were gone. The people who were supposed to be by their side until they were old and gray, the people Reader was supposed to care for as they grow old.

And now they are gone.

Reader had to leave this place, they had to, before their uncle because obsessed. Just like he was with their ma.

But when Reader voiced their desire to leave and bury their parents at their home, Satoru's behavior took a dangerous turn.

'I have been too naïve.' they thought as Satoru grabbed their arms tightly and said: "Stay with me, or I will make you."

"W-what?" Reader had dumbly asked. "You can't do that, uncle."

"I can do what I want, I am the king, and I hold full authority."

"Yes, but imprisonment without a just cause is illegal!" Reader shouted. "Even for the king!"

"Oh, but I have a just cause." Gojo said in a low tone, pulling Reader into a tight hug. "A grieving child cannot make decisions for themselves."

Reader gulped.

"Now can they?"

All they could do was smack his chest, not that he would budge. "awh, darling." He chuckled. "Your grief is making you violent, perhaps you should rest."

He pushed you towards a new room, it was big. It almost felt like the entry to a house.

"Everything you need is here." Satoru whispered in Reader's ear as they cried out. "You'll never need to leave."

With that Satoru left and shut the door, locking it. A maid in the room ran to Reader as they dropped to the ground saying: "Your highness, why don't we take a bath and read a few books. That will surely calm you down."

They had nodded and allowed the maids to do as they pleased. As they whispered praise in Reader's ears.

The only time Reader was allowed out of that room was for their parents funeral.

It seemed like Satoru truly meant for them to never leave. So Reader fought with him every time he came to visit. He told himself: 'They just need to adapt, soon they'll accept their new positions.'

But eventually he broke.

The next time he came to visit he asked: "When will you stop asking such foolish things?"

"When you realize you can't keep me here, I am my own person." Reader had hissed back at him. "No." He spat with venom.

"You are a bird in a golden cage, act like it."

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months

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Same as it ever was 8

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as neglect, bullying, manipulation, cheating, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Between your home life and work, you just can’t catch a break. Especially after you draw the ire of your boss.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen ft. Pete Brenner

Note: hello again.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

You change out of your work clothes into a pair of old jeans and a fraying sweatshirt. You can smell the smoke from the basement as you huff at the ceiling. Great. You thought maybe having Pete home could at least spare you a few minutes to lay down. As usual, you have to save the day he's spoiled. Not that it was any good before that.

You go upstairs as the fire alarms wails and you hear Simone asking if everything's okay. You come up behind your daughter and gently touch her shoulder, "go read, everything's fine."

Pete pokes the button on the detector with the end of the broom as you hurry in to move the pan from the burner into the sink. The pan is ruined as the breasts stick, burnt to the finish entirely. You shake your head as you face your husband. He looks like a beaten dog as he holds the broom and pouts.

"I'll put some of the frozen nuggets in the oven," you resign, "why don't you set the table or something?"

He mopes and puts the broom back in the closet. He doesn't leave though. He approaches as you open the freezer and take out the breaded processed chicken. You put the bag on the counter and tear it open.

"I'm sorry, babe. I'm really... I'm trying."

"I don't want you to try, Pete, get it through your head," you whisper sharply, "I don't want you. At all."

He sputters as you refuse to look at him. You pull out a baking sheet and spread out the nuggets. He watches, helpless and stunned.

"You can't mean that," he mewls.

"What am I supposed to want with you?" You ask, "You blew it. We both did. It's done. We just... get through for the kids. For the company, until you can pay me alimony."

"Huh?" He chokes on the noise.

"Mom," Simone jolts you as she chimes from the doorway. You and Pete turn in unison. "That idiot with the lip fur is outside."

You frown as Pete gives another confused utter. "Who-- he is?"

"He knocked but I told him to go away," she shrugs, "don't think he got the message."

"Simone," you look at Pete as he furrows his brow. "My boss..."

"What the hell is your boss doing here?" Pete asks.

"I wouldn't know," you answer dryly.

You march out of the kitchen, past Simone as you go to the front window and peer out. You see Hansen inspecting your mailbox before he jams the doorbell. Great.

You go to the door with your daughter and husband trailing you. This is the last thing you need. How dare he come there and disturb your family. He gets eight hours a day to torture you. And you haven't eaten, you're about to fall over.

You swing the door open, ready to eviscerate him but stopping short. You can't do that. Not least of all because Simone is right there.

"Mr. Hansen," you greet airily, "what can I do for you?"

"Ah, nice to see you too," he eyes Pete over your shoulder as Simone stands beside you.

"Wish she could say the same," Simone sneers, "I told you to go away."

"Sim," you reproach, you're starting to think she gets that from you. "Mr. Hansen..."

"You're the boss? What're you doing here?" Pete asks, gripping the door frame as he' stands almost right against your back.

"You must be the old man," Hansen smirks, "didn't the wife tell you? She got a promotion."

"Huh, old man-- promotion?" Pete reels aloud. "No."

You swallow and suck in air. Just go along with it. One wrong step and he might just tell the truth for once.

"I haven't had the chance, we've been making dinner," you simper sourly.

"Well, I wish I could say I'm just here to say congrats but business calls," Hansen checks his watch.

"It's six-thirty," Pete scoffs.

"Oh, you know, the big boys, it's a business dinners and useless small talk but gotta put on a good face." He looks at you and a line forms between his brows, "so better go doll yourself up."

"Wha-- right now?"

"I called you. Several times. You didn't pick up. Your problem, not mine. Let's go," he snaps your fingers.

"Mommy," Malik's voice startles you as he squeezes between you and Simone, "oh! Mommy!"

He whimpers and clings to your leg as he gapes up at Hansen, hiding behind you like he did when he was younger.

"I told you he's evil," Simone grumbles.

"Alright, everybody, inside," you declare as you raise your hands, "Mr. Hansen, please, just, give me a couple minutes."

"I've given you a few already but suppose I can't take you to dinner with grease on your shirt."

You look down at the new stain on your sweatshirt. Of course. You back up and close the door, turning to face your family, crowded in the entryway, bearing down on you.

"Okay, here's what's going to happen. Pete, put the chicken in, twenty minutes, make sure you flip them so they don't stick. Simone, keep an eye on Malik, please, help him with his homework, honey. Mal," you pause and untangle your son from you, "be good, please."

"Are you leaving?" He pouts.

"I have to."

"What the he--ck," Pete corrects himself before he can swear, "you're just going with him?"

"He's my boss, Pete," you snip, "I don't have much of a choice. I need the money. We both do. I doubt it'll be all night. A dinner, easy."

You know it's probably not what Hansen says it is but you're not going to unveil that deception. It's better to go along. You hate to lie to your family but you'd feel worse to let them down.

"Great, so you get to go out and have a fancy dinner and I have to stay here?"

"Pete," you sniff, "you're a father, start acting like it." You stop yourself, "Simone, Malik, please, go watch some TV."

Simone frowns as she peeks between you and your husband. You see the suspicion and anxiety sparking in her. She takes Malik's hand and takes him into the living room.

"I'll bring leftovers, happy?"

"That guy looks like a real scuzz bucket," he growls.

"Oh, please, you've spent how long staying late to go to dinners and be with Miss Panties or No Panties," you snarl, "don't start because I have to miss one night."

"Honey," he changes his tone, "I can't-- what do I do?"

"What do you do? Figure it out," you shoulder past him, done with the argument. You haven't won, you have to go put up with Hansen.

"Babe," Pete calls after you.

"I'm sure you could ask Simone, even a twelve year old can figure it out," you toss over your shoulder as you stomp upstairs.

🗄️

You pull on a plain black skirt that ends at your knees, of the few you have among your wardrobe. You match it with a lamb gray blouse and a blazer you can’t button. You try your best to refresh your hair and face but at this point, there’s not much you can do about it.

You come downstairs and slip into a pair of round-toed flats as Pete watches silently. You know he wants to argue. You don’t want to go either but you’re sure as shit not telling him that. Let him suffer while you do the same.

“I’ll try not to be too late,” you shrug on your coat and hook your purse over your shoulder, “Malik, don’t give your father a hard time at bathtime and Simone, do your math. You can’t read all night.”

You reach for your phone and spin back for the door. Pete catches you, holding you at arm’s length. His blue eyes cling to yours with a glimmer of desperation.

“Love ya, honey,” he says, “I really do.”

You gulp and put your chin up. The kids are there. You try not to let your loathing tighten in your cheeks, “love you too…” you eke out and clear your through. “Love you all.” You pull away from him and smile at Simone and Malik, “have a good night.”

You quickly turn away and scurry to the door. Something about the moment leaves you breathless. The realisation that your family is hanging by a fraying thread. You pull the door shut as you come out to find Hansen leaning on the hood of his sports care. Is that douche bag red?

You come up the walk as he watches you with a smirk, “adorable, got the whole clan home.”

“Please,” you grumble, “let’s just get out of here. Far away.”

He stands up straight, “already jonesing for more, huh?”

“No, I just don’t want you near my family,” you retort.

He cackles and the car chirps as it unlocks. He goes around the driver side as you approach the passenger’s. You open the door and get into the low seat. You don’t like the incline of the seat or the smell of the air freshener. Everything about him is unbearable.

He jams his index into the ignition, hitting the button to turn the engine. He sits back and rests a hand lazing on the bottom of the steering wheel as he pulls out slowly. You buckle the seat belt and stare ahead.

“I’m sorry I didn’t answer the phone–”

“Good start, toots, but a better one would be your hand in my pants,” he snickers.

You cringe and put your purse between your feet. You strain against the seat belt and lean over the stick shift. As you reach for him, he swats you away and growls. You retract, annoyed.

“I thought–”

“You know, I was thinking of just driving you to the Wendy’s parking lot and sticking it in,” he cruises well past the speed limit as he remains casually reclined, “but that seems too easy.”

You grit your teeth. He’s mocking you. He slaps his hand on your knee and drags it up your thigh, rumbling your skirt.

“I didn’t know you owned one of these,” he pinches the hem, “you really got yourself prettied up, huh?”

You don’t say anything.

“Can I make a suggestion? Doesn’t matter, I’m gonna. Try something shorter. You got the tight part but this is something my fourth grade librarian would wear. Oh, and lace. Or silk.”

You want to scream at him. Does he really think you can afford all that? That you want your ass or tits hanging out in front of your daughter? He knows all that, he’s once again making a joke of you.

“Aw, tootsie roll, am I upsetting you? Well, that’s real fucking shit,” his voice goes rigid, “I was pretty upset listening to your voicemail on fucking repeat.”

“Sorry, I told you–”

“I don’t care. Busy? Not in my world. Let’s get this straight, the only thing you’ll be busy with is me. Or… I think Petey Boy may just love to hear all about your workplace antics. I mean really, he should be proud, you’re fucking skilled. That man, I see why he put a ring on it. Wherever it is… Shit…” he skids to a stop at a sign and looks at you, “you didn’t have to pawn it off? That’s goddamn sad, honey buns.”

You inhale and lift your chin. That would be a better story than the truth. Besides, you have a feeling he doesn’t genuinely care.

“I’ll buy you a new diamond. Two of them, one for each titty,” he chortles as he steps on the gas again, “what’s your birthstone? I’ll get that for your ass.”

“Mr. Hansen, I understand you’re upset. I didn’t listen. I didn’t answer the phone, but I can’t just leave my family–”

“You will do whatever I tell you,” he interjects, “first, you’re going to stop. No more excuses, you figure it out. Second,” he veers into a lot, just behind an unmarked office building, “you’re going to loosen the fuck up.”

He steers around to the back of the lot, parking slightly crooked and across the lines. There aren’t too many other cars this time of evening. He turns off the engine and rolls his shoulders. Well, it’s not a Wendy’s at least.

“Get in the back,” he orders.

You want to ask what or why but you know better. You get out and open the back door. You sit on the end of the seat.

“Lay down,” he says, still facing forward.

You glance at him, slightly confused. You slide up the seat and recline. His seat belt snaps back against the interior and his door opens. Gravel crunches under his soles and his shadow passes between the car and the streetlights. He darkens the open back door.

“Pull your fucking skirt up,” he orders in exasperation, as if you should’ve done so already.

You lift your shoulders and reach down to tug at your skirt. It’s hard to get it up, it’s tight and uncomfortable, you should’ve thrown it out. You feel the zipper about to burst. Impatiently, he shoves the hem up as he bends over the seat.

You’re suddenly very self-conscious as you realise what he’s going to do. He holds himself between your thighs as his hand crawls up to your panties. High-rise cotton underwear that balloon a bit too much around your pelvis.

“Sir, I’ll just take care of you,” you insist as you try to sit up.

“Fuck off,” he snarls, “lay down.”

You blink as your lip twitches. You can’t remember the last time Pete did that. You’re not okay. You don’t want Hansen down there. You really don’t want anyone at this point.

“Really, Mr.--”

“Lay the fuck back and shut up while I eat your pussy,” he grabs your panties and yanks, jolting you.

You fall back as he forces the fabric down. He growls and rips along the seam. You close your eyes and tense. As he exposes you, your thighs quiver.

He presses his face against your leg, his mustache tickling you as his breath dampens your skin. You swallow a shiver. You’re oversensitive and strung out. You squeeze your eyes tight and focus on your breath as he nuzzles and nips up towards your cunt.

You clench as he gets closer. Without thinking, you push your hand to his head as you try to stop him. Your heart is racing. Why is this harder than what you’ve already done?

He snatches your hand and throws your arm over the edge of the seat. You wince as he bites into your tender thigh. You squeak and he growls, his nose grazing up to your lips. You hold your breath as he closes in.

His tongue flicks up and you gasp. He glides between your folds, delving into you, humming so it rumbles through you. You raise your hand to grip the back of the seat. You forgot how nice this felt.

He takes it slow. A patience you’ve never seen in him as he dotes on your clit, swirling back and forth, suckling, dipping his tongue up and down your lips, lapping up your flowing delight. You quiver as you sink into the sensation, almost forgetting the man who’s inspired it.

His hand creeps up to your blouse, beneath your open jacket, and he squeezes your chest through the fabric. You wiggles his head back and forth as his tending grows more intense. He spreads his tongue wide and groans, his mouth slurping and sucking noisily.

The heat spreads into your thighs and tingles up your back. You arch your spine and dig your nails into the seat. You puff as you feel a climax rising. Hansen stretches his other hand over your stomach, pinning you down as he devours you ravenously.

You’re tipped over the edge, letting out a series of squeaks and squawks as you give into the orgasm. You’re dizzy from the sheer ecstasy of the moment, of his still lapping tongue, not stopping even as you cry out. He keeps on, urged on by your helpless moans. As in everything, it’s never enough for him.

#lloyd hansen #pete brenner #dark lloyd hansen #dark pete brenner #dark!lloyd hansen #dark!pete brenner #lloyd hansen x reader #pete brenner x reader #same as it ever was #series #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #au #the gray man #pain hustlers

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nvoirs · 1 year

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Plagas Leon | Pt 2

The long awaited part 2 is here. There's no smut just a hot, heavy make out session during the end. Credits to @certifieddeadgirl for the lovely plot.

Part 1 is here

Taglist: @certifieddeadgirl @peachyealfie @honeysoakedbandages (The people that wanted a part 2 here you go)

After Leon had stuck that incredibly long needle in your neck knocking you out almost instantly you thought you'd never wake up.

So when your eyelids slowly peeled apart you were incredibly confused when you saw light. It was just an ordinary light, an LED one to be specific, but you felt at peace. Was this heaven? Had you actually made it to the ethereal place? You weren't particularly religious but that was about to change if you were really in heaven.

Your thoughts were halted when you heard a soft voice call your name, your hand felt a warmth as another was clasped onto it. Looking down at the hand, you craned your head up to match the face. Ingrid? Ingrid Hunnigan? What was she doing here in heaven, she definitely didn't die, she wasn't physically on the mission you had ventured on with Leon. Leon, where was he?

But that's when it hit you, sitting up slowly observing your close surroundings. A hospital? The air smells like Lemon disinfectant and you looked down at your green attire of scrubs. The tubes attached to your body made your eyes go wide, your heart rate shown on the monitor increasing. You clutched at one of the tubes, ready to rip it off with force if you had to but Hunnigan's hand stopped you.

“Don't.” She said it sternly but it also had a soft calming nature to it, which made you almost immediately relax your tense shoulders.

“Where- where am I?” You managed to squeak out, your own voice surprised you. Sounding extremely hoarse like you'd been screaming your lungs out for a whole hour.

“Your home.” She replied coolly. “Thankfully we were able to save you, Ashley- and Leon.”

“Leon? Where Is he?” You sounded demanding, but you were just scared you wanted to know he was safe.

Her light chuckles turned your demand into confusion. “You really do care for him don't you?” Her half grin threw you off a little.

“Of course I care for him, Ingrid, he's my partner.”

“But you care more than a partner, It's quite obvious.”

You stayed silent at that, changing the subject once more. “What about the plagas? Los Illuminados?”

“We were able to get you two to a secluded lab up North not far from this place.” She gestured to the hospital. “And you were cured in the nick of time, but as for the cult- they were taken down is all you need to know for now”

Hunnigan's words had struck a nerve in you. Flashes of being strapped to a chair strung through your frazzled mind. The pain. The pain hurt incredulously, it was almost mind numbing and that's all you could really remember.

“Ingrid- how long have I been here for?”

She looked at you sympathetically. “Almost a whole week.”

That had alarm bells ringing in your head, no way have you still got your job after this.

“Don't worry you're still employed if that's what you're wondering.” She really was a mind reader, but relief flooded through you once you knew that.

You were discharged before Leon was. But everyday you'd visit his room, hold his cool hand and talk about your day and what you did. You talked about what you wanted to do with him once he awoke from his slumber. You called it a slumber, but it really was a coma. Some days you couldn't help yourself but weep at the sight of his limp body wishing he would wake up sooner. Staying way past visiting hours and being dragged out by the nurses.

Leon's recovery was bound to take a lot more time than yours did. He was exposed to the parasite longer, and almost became one of those horrible nightmarish creatures that had you shuddering at the thought.

Leon had kissed you. He'd touched you so intimately. It honestly surprised you how much you remembered from that fateful night. The citrus scent of his, the softness of his hair, and you wanted to tell him you loved him so badly you'd do anything for him. Maybe he wasn't fully himself, but he'd admitted to liking you although not saying the three words verbally.

The day Leon awoke was an immediate surprise. No one was sure when exactly he would wake up, it was God's blessing you could call it. You happened to be the first one to know, gasping as his baby blue eyes blinked open. A soft groan emitted from his pink lips, and you couldn't help but hug him.

“Woah, slow down there girl I'm still sore.” Leon laughed at your enthusiasm, placing his weak arms around your frail body. You gently shook in his hold salty tears dripping down your cheeks as you sighed.

“I thought I lost you, I can't lose you I can't.” His hand began to stroke through your scraggly hair. Not even combed as you just couldn't have any motivation entering your broken body.

“You're not losing me baby, I'm right here.” Baby? The pet name made you cuddle into his chest, smelling his natural scent.

“Shh It's okay now, you don't need to cry.” Hushing you, Leon held you in his grasp.

A few days went by and Leon turned back into the Leon you had known before the catastrophe in Spain. And something had occurred that still gave you butterflies to this day.

Leon stood outside your apartment block holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands, a lopsided grin protruding on his angelic face. Rushing down the stairs and out the door to see just what this was, he stopped you from speaking.

“I've- liked you for the longest time and because of what happened in Spain I thought It was important to confess how I feel about you. I'm in love with you, and I want to be with you If you'll take me.” The ending was such a cheeky Leon move, and you punched his shoulder gently.

“Of course I'll take you, I love you. Do you know that?”

“I know that.” His forehead pressed against your own as he wrapped his muscular arms around your midriff.

After having a cute first little date with your new boyfriend, you found yourself in the back of his car. Straddling his thighs and pulling him as close as physically possible, mouths intertwined him whispering sweet nothings into your ear about what he wanted to do to you. He reminded you of the passionate night you shared back in Spain, it was traumatic but the sex- was great. Leon would never physically be that strong again, but something about him trying turned you on. The rest of the night was nothing but sweet love making with the man that you cherished, and for once you finally felt at peace a calm tranquil feeling seeping itself into your skin and bones.

#leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #resident evil smut #residentevil4leon #re4 leon smut #re4 #re4make #leon s kennedy x reader

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sapphicvalentines · 1 month

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☆Baby, the stars shine bright☆pt1

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4

inspired by the 'kamikaze girls',♡ always had unconditional love for lolita fashion and nothing else but when she met ellie,an auburn haired girl whos part of a gang with a dad's fashion sense ,her love for clothes begins to compete with her growing feelings for ellie

strangers to friends to lovers,love-hate friendship,ellie is into reader♡ but reader♡ shows no interest (in the beginning),opposite aesthetics,early 2000s

fluff,wlw

Frilly pink dresses,strawberry cakes,sunny days,classical music and tea times made you the happiest being alive but again,your happiness only relied on external things because deep inside you felt rotten. But at least it was better than feeling totally empty right?

Everytime you felt horrible about yourself you'd think of your parents.

Your dad was rejected by his gang because he could never hold a gun properly (he would cry in vain after shooting someone) and your mother heartlessly cheated on your dad with her gynecologist right after you were born.

Your mom had crossed boundaries and you assumed it was hereditary when you started to gaslight your dad for money so you could build your dream closet.

"My best friend is in the terminal stage of this very rare, deadly disease."

You looked away, pretending to drop tears, not just because of the act but also because guilt was slowly enveloping you. You continued with your fake emotional tone, "She's so young, but she looks so tired and sick. Fortunately, the doctors found a cure."

This statement made your father stop crying and cover his mouth in surprise. He believed every single word coming out of your mouth.

"And they have to perform a surgery that will cost-" It was like a reflex; your dad burst into tears again before handing you 2000 bucks. It wasn't to save your imaginary friend from the disease but to fuel your will to live. You covered your smile with your hand before taking the money and thanking your dad, already imagining the kind of dress you would buy.

The next day, you woke up before your alarm went off, not wasting a second to go to your favorite place.

You walked all the way from home, which was in the middle of nowhere in the countryside, to the train station.

You wished you lived in Tokyo because then you wouldn't have to add the cost of the train ticket to your expenses, allowing you to spend all your money on dresses. But going there once every month prevented you from emptying your wallet every day, so it wasn't all bad.

Relief hit you when you arrived at the train station early. You took a seat, but then you heard people screaming and arguing from afar.

It was your dad doing his 'new' job after leaving his gang. You thought you were good at gaslighting him, but he was certainly better. He was selling fake luxury brand clothes to a group of oblivious people, arguing with him to get a 90% discount. No matter how stubborn you are, you don't think you could ever fool an entire group of people. It made you wonder how your dad believed all of your made-up stories in the first place.

Little did you know, the dress you bought that day would be the last one you bought with your father's money. Karma got both you and your father, almost bankrupting him. The old gang your father was in denounced his actions, leaving him with no job and no money to fund your wardrobe.

When you looked at the fake luxury clothes in your hands, you wondered how people even fell for this. It was just basic white t-shirts with a brand name; not even your alter ego could like this.

But to your biggest surprise, the scam your father had pulled off hadn't reached everyone's ears. Luckily, you soon received a letter that looked like it was written by an 8-year-old:

"Hi, I saw your big tracksuits when I was walking by the city, but there were too many people buying everything. I was wondering if you still have some left for me. Wait for me at your house at 8 am."

And so you did. You stood at your front door, waiting for the child to arrive. You convinced your father to keep his fake clothes for whatever reason, so you could continue what he was doing in secret.

All you had to do was sell fake luxury clothes to afford your dream ones. With no gang to ever snitch on you, you could set your own prices and stop depending on your dad's money.

You spotted a motocycle and squinted your eyes when the person riding drove towards your home

Was it one of the childs parents ?

The person drove closer blowing some dust before parking their motocycle next to your home, they didnt even wear a helmet for security

You realised she was a girl when the dust disappeared but she didnt look like a mother at all

You didnt realise you were staring that long until the auburn girl came up to you and told you to stop

"hey, I told you im looking for the seller where is he ?" her deep commanding voice made you remind the letter, it wasnt an actual child's writing,she was just writing like a child !

"he's not here, but I'm taking his role,"you said the auburn girl looked you up and down inspecting your elegant lolita dress.She was blocking the sun, so you couldn't clearly see her facial features.

"are you messing with me?" You could see her features better when her face got closer to yours, attempting to intimidate you. She didn't believe you, even though she had no idea those clothes were fake. She turned her face away to spit on the ground, and you noticed golden writing on her large jacket's sleeve.

This girl was definitely part of a gang, you thought.

"stop spitting," you retorted in disagreement with her behavior. It was obvious she was doing all this to let people know she's not playing around, but still...

She raised an eyebrow at you, a bit surprised. But before she could do or say anything, you carelessly opened the front door of your home, which was about to turn into a place of business.

#ellie williams #ellie fluff #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou #mini series #Spotify

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Hey, i’m 20 year old and i’m completly jacked because at a young age, i started going to the gym (I’m 225 lbs). My neighbour is a 50 year old man, and he is really fat. Secretly Recently, saw him, and he lost some weight, and i, on the other hand, gained a little bit because of college, and he said to me “are you trying to catch up my belly?”. That was the momment i thought i want him to get jacked and for me to get fat, and i want him to tease me about it. So i want you to create a story around it, me getting progressivly fatter and getting tease and humilliated by him, amd him getting skinnier and eventually more jacked than i am.

Shit! If I looked like you, I'd be jerking off in front of the mirror all day. And you want what? To get fat? I mean, just a few days ago you were a model athlete. And you could have easily worked off those few grams on your hips. Or I could have helped you with that. But if you want it differently… What a shame!

You start to spend your evenings in front of the TV and no longer in the gym. You switch your diet to fast food and sugary drinks. And lots of beer! You love beer. Your personal hygiene also suffers. Sure, shaving your chiseled pecs was more fun than your flabby man boobs. Your skin is getting paler and paler from sitting around. At some point, your friends stop asking what's wrong with you. Who needs friends. You'll find your friends online while playing games. .

With my help, you won't need so long for your body to change according to your absurd wishes. After just one week you won't be able to zip your pants. People don't say hello to you on the street because they no longer recognize you with your soft, spongy features. And you start to curse your apartment on the third floor. When you finally get to the top of the stairs, your lungs rattle like an old alarm clock and you gasp for air, drenched in sweat.

It takes just two weeks before you're lying on the couch at your GP's. He says that he has been telling you for years that you are killing yourself in installments with too much fat and too little sports. You're about to lash out and say that until recently you were still very sporty. But your memories are suddenly different. You remember being humiliated in gym class. You remember how you never found a dance partner at the prom. About how you secretly jerked off when you heard your neighbor come home. Shit, that guy is fit as fuck.

Your GP has ordered you to exercise regularly! At least once a week for a swim. You hate sport. And swimming even more so. Getting in and out of the pool is like running the gauntlet for you. The worst thing is the shower after swimming, when your cock almost disappears under your belly.

You've just stowed everything away in your locker and are on your way to the pool. And then your pathetic little cock gets as hard as nothing else on your body. Because suddenly your neighbor is standing in your way

He kneads his bulge in his speedos. He says he's happy to see you here. You reply with a dry throat and a cracked voice that you're happy too. He says that he hopes you don't overdo it with the sport. You look good. He pats your belly. You're about to cum into your swimming trunks. Suddenly footsteps from behind. Two young, well-built swimmers come into the changing area. "Get out of the way, fatso," your neighbor grumbles at you. "And come to my house after swimming," he adds in a whisper. And exchanges fistbumps with the two athletes.

You whisper "See you soon, Daddy" so that nobody can hear. But now you have to wank first. In ordner not to cum in the pool.

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #fat to fit #fit to fat #ai image

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bloodyymaryyy · 3 months

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Bumped into you

Max verstappen x reader

Request : yes

Warnings : English isn't my first language other than that none

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The sun came up, the birds are chirping and singing happily, people on the street having fun, laughing, shouting at each other and talking, others are smiling and other are grumpy or having a bad day, not being in the mood for anything.

Nobody knows what is going on in people's lives or minds but they choose to go out today.

Y/n was a semi morning person that depends on the day and the weather as most people are.

Having being waken up by the alarm clock that she forgot to deseable the night before. She curses herself for not turning it off, she tried to go back to sleep but to no avail, grunting she got out of bed and she decided to be productive she did the household chores like vacuuming the floors and mopping them, washing the piles of dirty dishes

Planning to make something extravagant she got freshen up and dressed into something comfortable but presentable she headed to the nearby supermarket which she knew that would have the things that she wanted to make the dish.

Strolling from aisle to aisle looking for what she needed, she was suddenly hit by something losing a bit her footing she stumbled back a few steps.

Looking up at her "attacker" there was a man with short blonde hair, icy blue eyes, tall, she liked tall men...her daydreams.

His face showed concern and in his cheeks were rosy pink from the embarrassment of this whole situation.

Oh my god I wasn't looking at where I was going! Didn't meen to bump into you! * he said taking a few steps ahead where y/n was* are you okay miss?

Oh yeah I am okay, just watch where you are going next time please...

I am so sorry again! I hope you are okay again...miss....?

Oh y/n nice to meet you..?

Oh yeah I am Max btw

I don't want to sound like a stalker... But have we met before? You look familiar... I can't point me finger on it tho * her eyebrows knitted together tilting her head a bit to the side.

Max panicked said *oh I don't think so...?

Oh can I get a picture though? I want to show my family their future son in law... * y/n said biting her bottom lip softly looking up to his blue eyes

Uhm sure! * max replied his cheeks red suddenly getting shy

Y/n pulled out her phone and put on the camera app getting closer to him and taking a few selfie photos.

After seeing the photos if they are good then it dawned on her, from his perspective you could hit the wheel of her mind working, flinching a bit and widen her eyes.

Oh shit! Now I remember!... * she paused looked around and leaning near his face and whisper shout * Are you Max Verstappen?

You noticed that he was taken a back for being recognised by her and she acted quickly

Sorry I won't say anything! But my sister is a big fan of f1, that's why you seem familiar! * she said hitting her forehead * Sorry I will leave you to it!

She went to take her cart to search for the rest of the things she wanted but she was stopped by him saying her name.

Y/n could I get your number by any chance? You are lovely... * max said scratching the back of his neck nervously.

Sure! Give me your phone I will put it on, how is that?

They exchanged number and went home after a bit, while going home y/n texted her sister

The best sister

You won't believe who I just met!

Lil b

Omg! Who?

The best sister

Max mother fucking Verstappen!

Lil b

Really?!? Did you take any pictures?!

The best sister

Yeah

*picture attachment *

Lil b

Omg! You are so lucky dude, I wish that was me fr!

After that y/n and Max were texting back and forth, going to low-key dates for 3 almost 4 months y/n became his gf and him wanting to take her to his home race in the Netherlands giving her a paddock pace his second card of his hotel room having fun in the paddock and meeting all of his friends, laughing and joking around at their hotel rooms playing games and everything.

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I hope you liked it and hope its what you requested!

-🦈 anon

#f1 x reader #max verstappen x reader #x reader #max verstappen #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x female reader #drive to survive x reader #marriswriting #red bull racing #bloodyymaryyy

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rogersideup · 11 months

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Nice to be Kneaded

Doomsday

Series Masterlist

Previous Part: The Brewing Storm Next Part: The Snap

Word Count 6,509

My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI.

The aggravatingly annoying sound of your 4 am alarm rang and vibrated, causing an echo underneath Steve's pillow. As always, he reached over your peacefully sleeping form to turn it off and take the brunt of being the bearer of bad news to wake you up in a far more favorable situation than obnoxious ringing and loud buzzing.

He kept your phone right next to him knowing damn well you had another alarm set for 4:10, it made him smile every single morning when he'd wake you up and you'd ask for 10 more minutes of cuddles without fail.

Today was no different.

"Baby" Steve mumbled, rubbing your back with some pressure. Half your face was smooshed against his shoulder, your leg was thrown across his hips and your arm rested on his torso, hand gently splayed atop his chest. "Time to wake up, sweetie."

Instead of simply letting him know you were awake, you reached your hand up and covered his mouth. His beard tickled your palm and you could feel him smiling.

"Shhhhhh" You smiled at his giggles. "Don't be an asshole. You already know what I want."

"10 more minutes?" Steve asked, his big hand wrapping around your wrist to move your hand off his mouth and right over his heart.

"Eleven" You settled deeper into him, as close as you could possibly get. His hand rested on the top of your hip and squeezed you comfortably tight.

A few kisses were placed at the crown of your head, and although you were absolutely not ready to be alert and take on the day, something in you really just wanted to take in the moment and appreciate the warmth and comfort of your favorite boy in your bed. So for ten whole minutes, you laid there in a blissful embrace hoping it would never end.

But when the second alarm sounded and Steve quickly shut it off, you let out a puff in complaint. "There's no way that was 10 minutes, I want 5 more."

"We're always going to want just a few more minutes." Steve swiped the hair away from your face, and gave you another kiss on your head.

"This is so unfair." You complained, digging your whole face into his chest. "Whoever schedules me for mornings is such a bitch."

"Hey!" He gasped. "I happen to know the girl who keeps doing that to you, and I don't appreciate you talking about her that way!"

"The most tragic story ever told is the one of a girl who is so warm and so cozy in bed, snuggled up to the hottest man in the world, but she has to get up and go to work even though it's cold outside and she's still so warm and sleepy"

"In the WORLD?!" Steve exclaimed, sounding more awake now.

"Universe" You smiled, propping yourself up on your elbow.

"Wow" He marveled. "Have you ever seen Thor?"

You laughed at his question, then leaned over him to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "You're even better than Thor." You whispered, lips still grazing his.

"Now you're just lying." Steve smiled. "But thank you for trying."

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Baby, and it just so happens to be you I'm looking at."

"You're too kind, Beautiful." Steve shook his head. "Are you sure you have to go to work?"

"Yeah, I'm positive." You ran your fingers through his hair.

"You just said it was a tragedy to leave this warm cozy bed when you're so, so sleepy." He recalled. "It's my job to save people from tragedy, you know that. So I think you should stay."

"I wish I could." Something in you really wanted to just call out for the day and never leave the bed. But, you chalked it up to sleepy brain manipulation. "When I get home, we're getting right back in bed."

"What time will you be back?"

"Hopefully around 2"

"Sounds like a perfect nap time to me."

One last kiss, then you were on your feet to start the day, leaving Steve at your house to do whatever Steves do when you aren't there to see it.

Work was actually alright. It was always alright. Even on the bad days you liked being there, it was comfortable, easy, and there was always good company. Each of your employees felt like they were your friends, and you had hung out with every single one of them outside of work so you definitely knew they didn't just like you because you signed their paychecks. Each one was a hard worker and a team player, you cared a lot about them.

It was pretty standard and routine quite honestly. You baked, opened the store, worked the front through morning rush then made your way to the back for decorating when the crowd had settled down.

"Oh fuck!" The screeching of Sabrina, one of your decorators filled your ears followed by the laughter of almost everyone on the kitchen. "Noooooo!!"

"Your shoes!" Danielle, a baker, barked out while laughing.

"It keeps keeps getting worse!"

You looked over at the chaos just to see Sabrina standing at the icing station with a bursted open tip-less piping bag that has splattered neon pink royal icing all over the place. It covered her apron, oozed down her hand, slowly dripped down onto her white shoes, and splatters of it were along the table and wall.

"Oh my goodness" You immediately joined in on the laughter. "How did that even happen?!"

"I don't know! I was just tying the end and all the sudden it exploded!" Sabrina explained, holding the dripping bag over the table to make for easier clean up, joining in on the laughter.

"Let me help you" You continued laughing as you grabbed paper towels and started wiping her down.

You bent down to salvage her shoes as much as you could but all of the sudden you felt a drop on your forehead, then two, then three...

"Sabs!" Danielle called out. "Her head!"

When you realized the hot pink icing had starting dripping onto your forehead it caused for even louder laughter. Everyone else laughing drove you to laugh even harder until you lost balance and fell straight onto your butt which in turn made everyone laugh so hard they couldn't even breathe.

The chaos was loud enough to cause the barista in the front to pop her head back to see what was going on before mumbling "I'm not even going to deal with this right now."

Every muscle in your stomach was sore and a tear was rolling down your cheek by the time you managed to calm yourself down, actually getting up to wipe her shoes off.

When you finished, she tried cleaning herself up the best she could in the sink before laughing once more. "You know what? I think I'm just going to go on break to deal with this"

"I think that's a great idea" You giggled, wiping down the counter and wall. "Take a 20, give me your apron I'll get you a clean one."

She took her apron off and handed it to you before disappearing into the bathroom. An occasional giggle slipped passed you and Danielle's lips as the thought of what happened replayed in your minds like a broken record.

She emerged from the bathroom about 5 minutes later, and walked up to you to wipe pink icing that you had missed off your forehead.

"Gosh- it's like pepto bismol came on your face" Sabrina commented, wiping away.

"Hmmm what a lovely thought" You giggled, deep down it made you happy that your employees felt comfortable enough around you to make comments like that.

One of your main goals of opening Nice to be Kneaded was to create an ethical and happy work environment, and so far it seemed like you were doing something right.

"Okay, you're good." Sabrina let you know, tossing the paper towel in the trash.

"Shall I mix you more color?" You questioned as she pulled her phone out and sat at the break table.

"Yes please, I need about 2 bags full of pepto bismol cu- oh my god" Her eyes went wide and filled with fear as she looked down at her phone.

"Now what?" Danielle questioned.

Sabrina's eyebrow furrowed and she mumbled to herself reading headlines for a few moments before reading one out loud.

"There's a giant space ship in New York" Sabrina looked up at the two of you. "Live streams Everywhere of this huge fight happening. Iron-Man, Doctor Strange, Spider-Man... they're fighting these weird alien looking people. Oh..OH. Bruce Banner is there too."

You physically had to clutch onto the edges of the countertop as Steve's words played in your head. The storm was no longer brewing, it was directly overhead.

"Does anyone know why?" You questioned, trying to play it cool, feeling the electricity buzz around in your joints.

"They want the time stone."

That was all you needed to know that today was doomsday, the day you and Steve had been dreading since the moment you met. You wanted to cry, but you held it together knowing there were steps you needed to take.

First, you needed to make sure everyone was safe. Second, you needed to hear it from Steve's mouth.

You didn't know what to do in order to make sure everyone was safe in the first place, but Steve would. Steve just somehow knew how to make everything better.

"I'll be right back." You stated before rushing out of the back door. As you reached for the phone in your pocket, it started ringing. You didn't even need to look at the name to know who it was.

"Baby" You started, fear taking over your whole body. "You were right. This whole time you were right."

"Sunflower, you need to send everyone home." Steve instructed. "The whole country is about to be put on a stay at home order. Close the shop and get home."

"Okay" You breathed out. "How much time do we have?"

"Sam and Natasha are on their way to me. It'll be a few hours at least" Steve explained. "But please, get home as fast as you can."

"I will, I'll close up as fast as I possibly can. Give me 20 minutes, I'll be home." You nodded. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay." You could hear the reassurance in his voice. "Just- be safe okay? We'll talk about it more when you get home."

"Okay, bye baby"

"See you soon, sweetheart."

You hung up feeling terrified, flustered, and awfully sad, but knew you needed to be brave long enough to close up shop and get home.

After making your way back into the kitchen, you walked up to the front and called all your employees to the back for a team meeting. They were all confused, but had a good idea considering they were asking questions about the donut shaped ship over New York.

You instructed them to kick all the customers out and turn off all the ovens. Throw any dirty dishes in the sink but don't wash them, take home any of the pastries in the front then toss anything that wasn't wanted, then get out as fast as they could. They all needed very little explanation to understand why this needed to be done, but they understood.

So, you helped. You boxed up a bunch of desserts to bring home to feed to a few Avengers, checked that all the equipment was turned off, assisted in shutting blinds and locking doors, then you were in your car and pulling into your driveway before you even knew it.

Steve heard your car and popped out of his front door to guide you to his house. You briskly walked over and he held the door open for you, you set the box of pastries down on the entry way table before he pulled you in for a big hug.

You didn't know what to say or do, there were no words you could think of to address the situation, you didn't know how to comfort a superhero looking into the eyes of a dangerous battle, you didn't know how to start the end of your journey together. You didn't even know if you could hold it together.

In the back of your mind, you were worried that this was going to push him over the edge into an anxious spiral. Slightly worried he would have a catastrophic panic attack over this very moment he had been dreading since the moment his feet touched Greenwood soil. But you could tell just in the way he was holding himself that this was nothing but a huge relief.

Just how you could tell he felt relief over this painful journey in his life coming to an end, he could tell you were trying really hard to be brave. But he didn't miss the way you were ever so slightly trembling, the way your arms held him so tight, or the deep inhales as your face nestled into his chest. You were trying to take in every second, you were already saying goodbye.

"I'm sorry" Steve broke the silence. "I was really hoping this would happen more peacefully."

"It's okay, not your fault" Your hands rested on his shoulder blades, the two of you slowly rocking back and forth. "Just worried about you and what this all means."

"You don't have to worry about me, baby. I'll be okay. Actually, you don't have to worry about anything, alright? We're going to make sure you stay safe." He kissed the top of your forehead.

"But what about you? What's going to happen?" Your lip trembled as you asked.

You missed the pout in his face as he heard your emotions starting to unravel, so his hands traveled up to the sides of your face to make sure you believed him. "I've done this so many times, okay? You don't have to be scared, I'll be fine."

A single tear fell down your cheek, and he gently swiped it away with his thumb. "What about the accords? What if you guys can't do what you need to do because of it?"

"It doesn't matter" Steve shook his head, still holding your face gently between his palms. "This is exactly why I didn't want them in the first place. Because what's happening right now is bigger than anything that can be governed, and we have to choose to not care just to keep everyone safe. I'll break any law over and over again if I have to."

"You said Sam and Natasha are coming here?" You asked.

"Yeah, Bruce called me from Tony's phone." Steve nodded. "Sam, Nat and I are meeting up here than we'll be going to Edinburgh to get Wanda and Vision, then bring them back to the Avengers compound in New York to protect the stone in Vision's head."

"Will I meet them?"

"Yeah" Steve chuckled at your question. "Sam will be here in about two hours, Natasha will be here later tonight. But they know all about you, I think they're excited to meet a friendly face. We aren't very used to that in recent times."

"I'm so nervous" You laughed at yourself, another tear rolling down your cheek.

Steve smiled before kissing you. "There's no need to be nervous about them. I think they already love you."

You took a big deep breath before sighing. "So, we have two hours to get all of our ducks in a line."

"Unfortunately" Steve agreed, letting go of your face and held your hands instead.

"What do you need to feel good about what you're getting yourself into? I have no idea where to even start to support you through this."

"You're so sweet" Steve smiled, little lines bunching up near his eyes. "Well I promised we'd get back in bed when you got home from work so how about we go cuddle and watch Cars 3 while I fill you in on everything you need to know?"

You nodded in agreement but before you even knew it, he had swept you off your feet earning him a shriek followed by complaints guised by giggles.

The two of you got settled, his back against the headboard and you sideways in his lap as he walked you though what you can expect now. Your slow tears continued to involuntarily fall, and every single one was gently wiped away by his hands.

He explained to you that he went ahead and payed a whole year of rent on his place so he could come back and move his stuff when he could as to not burden anyone else with the task. That alone made you smile, it was at least one promise of another time in the future where he'd have to step foot back in Greenwood again. He was leaving you with the copy of his keys you already had. You promised him you'd do a little walk through whenever you could to make sure everything inside was how it should be, but you didn't know if in the midst of heartbreak it would be a good or bad thing to be surrounded by all his stuff.

But that was a future problem for future you.

Then, he started filling you in on Captain America stuff.

"So when Sam gets here, it'll just be this... but...with Sam." Steve explained, laughing at his own means of explanation.

"Baby I don't think there's enough room on this bed for Sam." You laughed with him, trying to contain your sniffles. "Are you the middle spoon in this situation?"

"I'm always Sam and Nat's middle spoon" Steve chuckled. "But don't worry, we can move down to the couch. And when Nat gets here, she's going to land the Jet in the field, then walk over. We'll strategize for a bit then head out from there."

"...I'm sorry. The JET?" You questioned. "The field? As in...."

"Our favorite one by the park? Yeah." Steve confirmed. "We gotta get to Germany somehow"

"I guess that makes sense." You nodded.

"So Sam will be in civilian clothes when he gets here and change before we leave, but Nat will get here in her suit and likely have her batons on her." He continued explaining. "I'm just trying to prepare you because I know the suits kind've freak people out sometimes, it's-"

"Intimidating" You finished for him.

"I'll also be changing into my suit before we go."

You stopped to think about that for a second, and the thoughts must I've been evident on your face.

"What's wrong?" He asked, noting your furrowed eyebrows.

"I don't know, I guess I just realized you're Captain America and you have a superhero suit." You said, earning more laughs from Steve.

"Oh, well, welcome to this conversation!" He joked.

"You've had it here this whole time?" You asked.

"Yeah, it's in my closet" Steve motioned towards the closet door.

"Huh" You pondered. "You have your shield here?"

"No" He shook his head, remorse plaguing his tone. "Tony has it, I gave it back to him. His father made it for me."

"Do you miss it?" You asked.

"Not yet" His hand squeezed your arm comfortably. "Maybe that'll change after a fight or two"

You nodded in understanding, then let your head fall onto his shoulder. "I mean this in the least offensive way I possibly could, but I'm really glad I got to know you under a circumstance in which you being Captain America was the least interesting part about you."

Steve digested what you said, and thought about it for a moment. "You know what? Me too."

"Yeah? Does Cap have trouble in the dating department?" You questioned with a cheeky smile. "Cause I'd only imagine he has a long line of pretty girls and guys waiting for a moment to snatch him up."

"First of all, that long line you're talking about has always been a lot shorter than everyone makes it out to be." He corrected, wagging his finger around. "And secondly, considering my public reputation has quite literally never been this awful, it's just been really nice to have you by my side through all of it. I've never really had to question if you were in it for the right reasons considering there wasn't much going on for me in the first place."

"If I knew right off the bat I would've been way too nervous to talk to you" You admitted.

"You? Too shy? No way." Steve denied your statement.

"Shit, if you weren't a customer and I just saw you out and about I would've been too shy to talk to you" You blushed at your confession. "You're just so handsome."

"You're too pretty to be intimidated by handsome guys" Steve complemented, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Well it doesn't matter anymore because you're the only one I want" You sniffled, lip wobbling again and another tear spilling over the edge. "I don't want you to go."

Steve squeezed you tight and placed kisses all over your forehead. "I wish I didn't have to, baby. But this isn't the last time we'll see each other, okay? I'll do everything I can to make it back here the second I can. But first I just need to make sure everything is okay and everyone is safe, and I need to make sure you aren't going to get in trouble for this."

"I know we haven't put any labels on this to make this moment easier, but just know that you are the best whatever this is I've ever had." You used the back of your hand to wipe more rogue tears. "Thank you for being such an amazing guy, and sorry I'm crying. I tried for a long time to be really brave about this but it's just not working."

"It's okay to cry, you're very brave. The bravest girl I know." Steve reassured you. With two fingers below your jaw, he lifted your face and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. "You know I love you?"

You couldn't help but to giggle at his question, before placing your lips against his once more. "It's painfully obvious, Stevie."

"I thought so" He narrowed his eyes and nodded his head, smile poking through his lips formed in a tight line.

"I think it's painfully obvious that I love you too." You couldn't wipe the smile off of your face regardless of never having experienced something so bitter sweet before.

"Yeah" Steve agreed. "I already knew that."

"Great, glad we're on the same page." You settled deeply into him, as if crawling into his skin still wouldn't be close enough.

The two of you stayed cuddled up as close as you physically could until the very second the universe told you that your time alone together was over. Eventually your tears dried and the two of you enjoyed the moment the best you could and for exactly what it was. Decelerations of love, and more than comfortable silence through rapid fire thoughts in each of your brain all felt the same.

Static in your joints, grey clouds rolling in. Each moment they rolled in closer and closer to shower the two of you in heartbreak and worry.

The lightning touched down in the form of a text from Sam saying he was five minutes out, and the thunder roared loudly as a knock at the door four minutes later.

It was weird for Steve to be trapped in the middle of undeniable sadness, yet relief and absolute joy over being reconnected with his best friend under such a stressful circumstance. He opened the door with a big smile on his face, you nervously hiding behind his large frame like a shy child at a birthday party. But after a reunion in the entryway and an introduction in the living room, everything Steve predicted about the interaction proved to be true.

Sam was excited to meet his precious Sunflower, and you quickly came out of your shell not too long after meeting him. He was a charismatic guy, and you were so lovable and easy to get along with. Steve knew there was practically zero margin for error in this equation.

At some point while waiting for Natasha's arrival, Steve stepped away from the living room for a few minutes to take a phone call from her, and when he got back, you and Sam were laughing up a whole different storm.

And when Natasha arrived, it was the same result. If it weren't for the upcoming battle and separation dangling over their heads, Steve would've felt happily and wholly complete.

As they sat and strategized, it was nearing midnight. Words you couldn't even comprehend were flying out of their mouths about situations you couldn't even begin to imagine being in the center of. It was rapidly approaching the 24 hour mark since you've been awake, and although your brain was fighting so hard to get you to sleep, there was so much worry happening in it. Worry and exhaustion fought for dominance as you slowly let your head fall onto Steve's shoulder while trying your hardest to absorb all the information they were spewing.

It was really none of your business, and frankly, it didn't effect you one bit, but hearing their strategies, and just knowing they had a solid plan with lots of alternative choices eased up the frantic energy in your mind.

You missed the glances exchanged around the room when Steve's arm found it's way around your shoulders as he spoke. No matter how exhausted you were, you managed to stay awake until the words you dreaded hearing slipped off of Nat's tongue.

"Alright, boys. Suit up." She told them, getting up off the couch. "I'll go do one last supply pass of the Jet."

And just like that, she was out of the door and Sam was headed towards his bag in the entryway.

Steve kissed your forehead, but it felt like an apology as he unwrapped his arm from around you and stood up. Then, he kissed your lips before jogging up the stairs to his bedroom to change. Sam had also run off somewhere, leaving you alone on the couch for the emotions to flood once more.

Waiting on the couch felt an awful lot like a glimpse into the near future, just sitting by your lonesome, sad, worried, waiting for your love to return. Your heart thunked with pressure and stamina knowing when he came back down, he would be in the iconic suit you grew up learning about in grade school.

He would no longer be your little slice of sweetness, your secret fling with the boy next door. No longer your fugitive to hide away and love secretly between four walls.

Heavy footsteps came back down those stairs and out came Captain America. The superhero, the great, classic icon shared by the whole country.

It was a lot to take in at first, you didn't know how to process the harsh reality right in front of you. Especially since the entire time you've known Steve, the idea of Captain America just felt like the same daydream at an arms length away as it had felt like to you your entire life.

And now, he was right in front of you. Uniform tattered and torn in some places, evident of the hard time Steve had endured during his time in hiding, but the star was still proudly displayed across his chest, and tiny hints of red white and blue persisted through the grey that stained the uniform.

Steve could see how busy your mind was, and the tears welling back up in your eyes. So he walked up to you hand held out his gloved hands for you to take, and when you placed them in his, he pulled you up off the couch.

Once you were standing, your hands made it up to his chest, then dragged down out of curiosity for the suit. Feeling it beneath your fingers was a whole new level of surreal.

"You look damn good in that uniform, Honey" You complemented.

He wrapped you up in a hug, and held you tight with his head on top of yours, desperately trying not to cry. "I wish you would've never had to see me in it"

"The world needs you now." You reminded him. "I'm sad to see you go, but I'm also very proud of you for making it through this, and I'm really happy that you get a chance to prove the accords wrong."

"I couldn't have done any of this without you" He admitted. "Thank you for everything"

Just as your tears started falling again, a flashing light and the sound of a shutter made both of your heads snap to the source of the sound only to find Sam, standing with his phone pointed at the two of you.

"Sam" Steve warned, not amused by the interruption.

"Sorry, it's just too cute" He gushed. "I had to take a picture so it would last longer."

"Sam..." Steve warned again.

"Okay, okay, I'll go." He slipped passed the two of you and headed towards the door. "It was nice meeting you, sugar cookie."

You laughed at the nickname he called you, but you didn't have to see Steve's face to know he was rolling his eyes. "Good luck out there, stay safe."

"Will do. Steve, wheels up in five." Sam reminded him before walking out of the house for the last time.

"I can't cry because I'm on duty now" Steve giggled at himself. "So don't make me cry."

"Well I'm certainly not trying to" You smiled.

Steve let go of the hug and wiped the tears of your face as you sniffled and pulled something out of your back pocket.

Lifting your hand up, a crisp $20 was folded up between your fingers. Then, you slipped it into the first pocket of his suit that looked empty to you. "That's your good luck charm."

"You're so stubborn" Steve blinked back the tears welling in his eyes.

"I told you, I was always going to win this argument." You shook your head, hand resting over the star on his chest. "And whenever you find yourself back in Greenwood, you better leave all your money at home when you stop by the bakery."

Steve gently moved your hand off of the Star on his chest, then he looked down at it, and ripped it clean off his uniform. "My star, my heart, is always yours, my love."

He placed it in your hand, and your tears fell harder. "You can just do that? You don't need it?"

"Yes, and no." Steve told you. "I don't work for anyone anymore, if they want me in red white and blue with a star on my chest, they better love me as much as you do."

"I love you so much" you cried.

"I know you do" Steve grinned. "I love you too, so so much."

Both his hands gently cupped your cheeks, and you two shared a long kiss worth every single word the two of you didn't have time to share.

"Do you want to stay here or can I walk you home?" Steve questioned sympathetically.

"It's okay, I'll stay and lock up- gotta make sure everything is good to be left alone for a while." You reassured him.

"Is that code for you're going to take some of my stuff?" Steve asked, smiling despite his sadness.

"All of your jackets and cute shirts are mine now" You whispered.

"You deserve them" Steve laughed. "They're all yours."

You sighed and looked up into his pretty, sad blue eyes. "You should probably get out of here."

"I know" he agreed with a nod. "I've spent the last almost two years of my life wishing and hoping for the moment I could step out to hiding and live my life again, but now I wish we had more time and that I'd never have to leave ."

"We're always going to wish we had a few more minutes" You repeated the same words he had spoken to you not even a full day ago. "Please stay safe, and if you can when all is said and done can you find a way to reach out just to let me know you're okay?"

"Of course" Sadness and sincerity pinching his brows together, "You stay safe too, okay? Stay out of trouble. I don't want to hear about anymore fugitives in the bakery."

"Don't worry, honey. You're the only fugitive I know, and I plan on keeping it that way."

"Well, you just met Sam and Natasha, didn't you?" He joked. "Hopefully the next time I see you I won't be a fugitive anymore."

"I hope so too." You smiled, tears falling down your cheeks.

"I guess this is it" Steve sighed.

"I guess so" You agreed. "Did you get the quiet and simple stay you were hoping for in Greenwood?"

"You know what? This town turned out to be a whole lot more beautiful and exciting than I could've ever hoped it would be." He admitted.

"I'm glad" You cried. "Now go save the world, Captain."

"You got it, Sunflower."

"I love you"

"I love you too"

One last kiss, then he was gone in a blink.

The second you were positive he couldn't hear, your emotions became unraveled and you broke down into an uncontrollable sob. It wasn't for the tear ripping deeper and deeper into your heart the further away he got from you, but for him.

You felt that same sense of doom he explained to you many nights ago, and you had this feeling it wasn't all going to go to plan.

Your feet carried you outside to the front porch, where you clutched his star to your chest and sobbed while watching the jet fly overhead. Unfortunately the loud engine alerted the whole neighborhood of its presence, and most of your neighbors ended up on their porches as well.

They all looked up into the sky as it reached elevation and took off to Germany. The chattering voices of the familiar faces meant nothing to you, you weren't interested in their speculation, and the thought of the news stories to come about this whole debacle made you feel sick to your stomach.

You could already hear the rumors such a technologically advanced aircraft over Greenwood in the middle of the night would spark. Aliens, Avengers, foreign spies, Avengers fighting aliens and foreign spies.

One particular voice seemed to stand out more than the rest, especially as it got louder and called out the pet name you hadn't heard from it in a while.

"Sweet cheeks?"

Looking across the street, Georgia and Michael standing on their porch. But instead of looking up at the sky, now only full of twinkling stars, they were looking at you sobbing in front of Steve's house.

You couldn't face her. You didn't want to deal with her ill intentions, or her bad words towards Steve, you didn't want to come up with a story as to what he did to make you cry or why he was gone. You didn't want to explain the futuristic looking jet, you didn't want to let go of the star in your hand, you didn't even want to go back into Steve's house to see everything you had just lost.

"Baby, what's wrong?" She called out to you again, now walking down the steps of her porch to approach you.

Physically and mentally exhausted, you were truly incapable of dealing with any added layer of emotion to this already painful experience, so you closed Steve's door and locked it with your key. Then, as fast as you could, you walked across the driveway to yours.

"I'm sorry about what happened between us, but please, Sugar, just tell me what's wrong?" She pleaded but you continued to ignore it. "I'm worried about you. Did that boy hurt you?"

Your heart raced as you unlocked your front door while she quickly approached. You could feel the whole neighborhood's eyes on you now, so you made it inside before she could get to you and slammed the door a lot harder than you intended before locking it.

As if you were on autopilot, your feet carried you upstairs and into your bedroom where you put Steve's star on your bedside table. You ripped your clothes off as if it was urgent and dove into bed, grabbing onto and snuggling Steve's hoodie that he had left in your bed this morning.

With your whole body hidden under your blankets and Steve's hoodie acting as a teddy bear, you buried your face in it and cried to drown out the knocking coming from your front door downstairs.

Today was bad, and with this battle happening in real time, tomorrow was definitely uncertain. But you had been through a lot of heartbreak in your life, and you knew you'd wake up feeling a little better tomorrow, and every day after that. But just for now, you allowed yourself to cry over a tough goodbye.

Meanwhile, Steve boarded the jet without a single word to either of his friends as he made his way to the front to pilot. There was nothing but the sounds of humming from the engines and the clinks of the seat harnesses as they got safely strapped in.

Sam and Natasha were unsure of how to comfort him, they knew from experience and the tears he was blinking away from pooling in his big blue eyes that a quiet Steve was an upset Steve.

"She's great, Rogers. I really, really like her." Natasha gave him the approval he definitely wasn't seeking.

He gave one single nod in response as to not ignore her.

"Sugar cookie? She's sweeter than a slice of cake." Sam agreed.

"Pretty too" Nat wiggled her eyebrows at Sam.

"And the baking?! That's a package deal right there." Sam continued.

Steve was still silent, starting to rip at the seams but desperately trying to hold it together.

"Don't forget smart. A business owner- a successful business owner at that." Nat brought up. "She's set for good, holding it down nicely."

"Really level head on her shoulders, that's a wife, Steve." Sam reached forward to pat the top of Steve's arm with the back of his hand.

Nothing. He kept his face forward and eyes on the controls in front of him as they prepared for takeoff.

Sam and Nat exchanged worried glances before Nat who sat behind him, placed both her hands on his shoulders and gave them a nice squeeze.

"You doing okay, Steve?" She asked delicately.

"Let's just focus on the mission at hand."

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"Well out with it" Shelly teased. There had been alot of drinking this afternoon and the girls where all a bit silly. I don't know how this conversation had started but now they where pestering Cindy.

"Yes, Cindy when was the last time you gave Paul a blowjob?" Diane laughed. Keri had just gotten married a few months ago. And had confessed that she loved sucking dick. Only to have Diane comment that Nick her husband of 6 years was lucky if she gave him one 1⃣ his birthday. So now Cindy being married to me for 3 years was asked.

"Once? No maybe twice" Cindy smiled at me.

"What a year?" Keri smiled in disbelief.

"No, ever right honey" she reached out and grabbed my hand. I just nodded silently felling abit embarrassed.

"Paulie doesn't like it" Cindy giggled.

"No way" Nick and Mark both said in chorus.

"Tell them Paulie" Cindy said.

"I don't like them" I said shyly.

"That's not true now is it, the truth is Paulie doesn't like to cum at all" Cindy told them. All four of them stared at Cindy even more confused.

"Paulie begged me a few months before we got married to Cuckold him." Cindy said with glee.

"What does that mean?" Keri asked. I stared at Cindy horrified. Wishing she would just tell them she was kidding.

"Simple see Paulie likes it when I have a boyfriend and cheat on him. Well not really cheating I tell him all about it every last detail as he begs me to let him cum." Cindy told them. Lots of laughter and calls of bullshit.

"Paulie when was the last time I let you cum" Cindy asked. I lowered my head and mumbled

"12 days" no one seemed impressed

"When was the last time I let you inside me?" Cindy asked. I pleaded with her with my eyes.

"Three years 7 months 3 days" I said barely above a whisper.

"So you have an open relationship then?" Nick said kinds intrigued.

"No Paulie has to stay loyal I would never allow him to be with anyone else. But he loves when I am with other men. Don't you baby?" Cindy said her hand grabbing my ass. That pretty much bought an end to our evening. As everyone seemed uncomfortable.

Only after we where in the car on the way home. Did I bring up her outing me.

"Cindy, i thought we where not going to tell people" I started.

"Stop pretending that it didn't turn you on. I bet you panties are soaking wet. Besides I didn't tell them how you lick me clean afterwards."Cindy giggled. She was right.

As we pulled in the driveway.

"I am going to fuck you, so get your sexy little ass inside and get ready." Cindy told me. I rushed inside. Cindy took her time making sure the house was locked up and alarm on. I was on the bed wearing just my little pink panties. I had pulled out her strapon and lube and left it on the bathroom sink for her.

Janet giggled I knew it was over how much our roles where reversed. Janet was more the "man" in the relationship then I was and always had been. She had of course allowed me to act the manly role in public but after tonight I felt that may change as well. Janet went into the bathroom. When she came out I didn't even look up just spread my legs with my ass up high.

"You have become such a proper cuckold, more then that" Cindy was saying as she got on the bed behind me. She pulled down my panties and applied lube to my ass.

"You are a more a sissy, prehaps you would like to start acting more like a proper sissy" Cindy didn't wait for my answer she pushed her strapon into my ass. She didn't go slow just pushed all 10 inches of her toy cock into my ass. It hurt since she went so fast.

"Ahhhh" I moaned.

"I know you like it" Cindy told me as she worked her cock in and out. I was soon moaning.

"You moan and whimper like a woman" Cindy laughed. "I like you to start acting more like a woman. Would you like that?" Cindy was saying all while she made love to my ass. With long slow stokes. She leaned in and hugged me I felt her breast against my back. She kissed my shoulder.

"Reguardless I am going to Cuckold you in the open from now on" Cindy continued "No more secret lovers" shs pulled her cock out of me. And rolled me over onto my back. She reinsert her cock into me. She pushed her fingers into my mouth.

"I like to see you suck a cock" Cindy said. My dick was trobbing against me. Cindy ignored it as she usually did. At 4 inches long and as thick as a roll of quarters she saw no need for it at all. Sometimes she would tease it but nothing more. Cindy fucked me for over an hour. By the time she stopped I could feel my asshole wide open. She took off her cock and cuddled with me. She took the big spoon position. She ran her finger gentle over my ear lobes and giggled to herself. I drifted off to sleep. I woke to Janet positioning me. As she rubbed the tip of her cock against my hole. I moaned as she pushed her toy in.

"I know baby you need it" Cindy Laughed, "when i am done you will go shave make sure you are as smooth as a babys ass. Then with out a word you will wear what I lay out for you to" Cindy told me. CIMDY fucked me with long slow strokes.

"You love this don't you Paulie, you love big cock" Cindy teased. After about ten minutes she removed her cock. "Go now" Cindy laughed. I showered and made sure all my body hair was removed. I had heard Cimdy come in the bathroom and leave. I got out and found lotion waiting for me. I rubbed it from head to toe. I then found she had left me panties. A pair of pink cheeky pair. She had also left me woman's deodorant. Cindy was waiting in the bedroom.

"Sit down" as I did Cimdy rolled pantyhose up my legs. "You like these don't you?" Cindy teased. She wasn't done. She had me wear low ride jeans. She gave me a simple tee shirt the bright pastel pink color I wouldn't of chosen. She then surprised me with a pair of pink sandels. She wasn't done. Sitting me at her vanity She added a delicate necklace. One of her simple delicate watch. And a bracelet on the other hand. Then not one but several rings. A spritz of perfume. And my hair styled a bit different. This was way further then we had played before. But I was so excited I didn't care. Cindy was dressed much as she usually was bit I had to admit I looked more femine then she did.

"Here" Cindy handed me a purse. I thought was hers. Only when she informed me that we where leaving did I try and protest.

"No reason to hide now sweety by now our friends have told everyone about you" Cimdy told me. Leading me to the car.

"Cimdy please I don't want anyone to see" I pleaded one last time. She just pulled out of the garage. She drove to the department store. She led me inside. We didn't buy anything she just liked watching how embarrassed I was as people checked me out.

"Are you enjoying all this new attention" Cindy teased. I blushed. "Look in your bag" Cindy laughed a little. I had forgotten the bag hanging off my shoulder. I looked inside to see a small tube of lube and a butt plug. I looked at Cindy.

"Tell me to stuff your ass" she told me.

"Please fuck my ass" I begged.

"That's what you really want isn't it, a big cock in your ass" Cindy asked. I was beet red. I knew my brain was mush, I had let those go to far, said to much. Cindy grabbed my hand and led me out to the car. But she pushed me over the hood and pulled down my pants and panties. It was the middle of the day anyone could see. She grabbed the plug from my purse and little squirt of lube. My well worked ass swallowed it. She then just allowed me to pull up my pants. She drove to an appartment I didn't know.

"Stay here" she told me and ran to the door. A large black man opened the door she jumped into his arms and he carried her inside. I sat in the car for over an hour before she reappeared. Her hair in a simple ponytail and her face free of makeup. She got in the car and drove. To my sister's house.

"I can't go in looking like this" I said panicked. She opened her purse and applied bright red lipstick to my lips and took my hand and led me inside.

"Helen, Paulie needs to confess somethings" Cindy told her with a hug while Helen just stared at me. Cindy did all the talking though.

She told Helen everything, even that I used to sneak in her room as a boy and wear her clothes. Helen was shocked. At both of us.

Cindy for being a slut and allowing this, and me for well everything.

But suddenly Cindy just grabbed Helen and kissed her. Helen was shocked but seemed to relax and let Cindy kissing her back.

"Stay" Cindy commanded me and took my sister to her bedroom.

What the hell was going on, my straight sister. Wife, mother of three was now in bed with my wife. I could hear them. The grunts and moans of sex. Only Cindy emerged some time later. She took my hand and led me out the front door.

"I can have anyone I want whenever I want." Cindy told me. After that I stopped fighting Cindy on everything. No matter what she told me to do I did with "as you wish"

I soon met with a doctor and started taking female hormones and testosterone blockers. With plans to be castrated all together.

I maintained the house, cooked and cleaned. And served her in every way. Except sexually. She found herself another to do that. He moved in and I served him as well. Although he was just her boy toy. Cindy also destroyed my sister marriage. Helen now craving Cindy often spent a night in her bed. While I had to beg just for Cindy to fuck my ass once a month if I was lucky.

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