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ehbeeseedih · 3 years

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Lost a bet - positions

Prompt:

So you lost a bet and posted that you wanted to try out some sex positions and were looking for volunteers. As soon as you were allowed, you were going to go delete it, but then you looked at the replies. Who said they wanted to do each one with you?

How it works:

Go to “Random.org”.

Click on “Lists & More” and then “Lists Randomised”.

Enter the names of 18+ people/characters.

Use the first 10 to find out who volunteered for each one.

PS: This is my first time posting on tumblr so the sizes of things, font and all those kinda things might be a little wacky, but I’ll try to fix it afterwards.

You can check out my other stories at AFF. Now, enjoy reading 10 bad smuts to fulfill your daily bad smuts quota.

Oh yeah nearly forgot, thanks to @existslikepristin for the tag.

Rosé - Missionary

“Everything I need is on the ground.”

The music ends, the ending pose done, everyone claps. Today is the last day of practice before Rosé’s solo debut tomorrow afternoon.

You went to the showers in the dance studio after debriefing. A cold shower does wonders for relieving body ache after intense practice sessions.

As you prepared to leave the studio, you saw Rosé still practicing by herself, wearing the tight short skirt outfit she’s about to perform in tomorrow.

Rosé bent forward as the music reached the chorus, her safety shorts failed to adequately cover up her butt cheeks as they came into your view. Your pants abruptly got tight at the sight.

You desperately try to divert your attention as Rosé caught you staring at her. Instead of calling you out about it, she began twerking harder, letting her plump butt freely bounce in front of you.

“Like what you’re seeing?”

“Yes…..” You shyly replied

“Well I could use some releasing, haven’t had a cock for a while.”

She lowered her skirt and panties in a single stroke, “How you like that?”

“Huh?”

“I mean how would you like to fuck me?”

“Missionary please, I’d like to see your face.”

She lays down on the floor and spreads her legs wide, “Vanilla huh, I like it. I’m already on the ground, what are you waiting for?”

You’ve finally realised the true meaning of “Everything I need is on the ground”. Let’s just hope that both of you won’t be too tired to perform tomorrow.

Doggy - IU

Having a bubbly and needy girlfriend like Jieun can be both a blessing and a curse.

The blessing, a very fulfilling sex life, anytime and anywhere.

The curse, it’s hard to reject her when she wants them but you don’t. Her aegyos and delicate moans were like cheat codes that made you do whatever she told you to.

In the present, you’re faced with two very major problems you had to deal with. On one hand, you had a report and 2 proposal you needed to turn in by tomorrow

On the other hand, you had a needy girlfriend who’s willing to do anything to get you to fuck her.

Jieun had been doing everything she could to get you off work and pay attention to her. She started with strip tease, lap dance, progressing to slowly jerking you off and giving you a messy blowjob.

You had nearly given up, a few moans escaped your mouth, but in the end you were still working, and Jieun was also still working. She released your cock from her mouth and went to the bed.

Immediately, you heard sounds of wet flesh and Jieun’s soft moans.

“Ahhhh, why are you still working? You could be here balls deep in me. Ahhhhh, it would be better if it’s your giant cock inside me instead of my slim finger.”

That nearly tempted you off. Your cock was growing hard again, your hand slowly stroking it along to the beat of Jieun’s moans.

“Look at me!” She shouted. In hindsight, you shouldn’t have looked. The moment you turn your head, there is no going back.

Jieun was on all fours, her fingers in her pussy slowly pumping off.

“Come fuck your little slut. Look at how wet I am for you.”

Magnetized by her pussy, you gave up work and went over and grabbed her hips.

“You nasty little slut, distracting me from doing actual work. Now let me punish you.”

“Oh yeah, punish your little slut. Fill her with your cum and send her to heaven.”

Suffice to say your bosses were not impressed when you said you had to take care of your pet yesterday and couldn’t finish your work.

Cow girl - Jessica

Why are you in a 5 star hotel again? Oh yeah, you were at a family gathering with your wife Jessica.

But why does she look so mad? Did you piss her off doing something stupid again?

“Do you know why I’m mad right now?”

“No……” A ringing slap on your left cheek.

“Please explain why were you fucking my sister during the family gathering?”

Oh yeah, now you remember. Krystal was seducing you during dinner, which ended up with you getting caught by Jessica while cumming inside Krystal in their family house bathroom.

“Well……. Krystal was seducing me, and you did say it’s ok to touch your sister right?” A ringing slap on your right cheek.

“I said only when I’m not available. I was prepared to give you a surprise but you decided to be a bad boy.”

Jessica took off her bathrobe and revealed the red lacy lingerie underneath it.

Red - the ultimate colour of seduction. Jessica certainly knew how to get you fired up. Luckily for you, you too knew how to get her fired up.

Hug her hips, hand on her butt, face in front of her pussy “I’m sorry mommy, I have been a bad boy, please forgive me.”

“Ahhhh” Jessica moaned and pushed you down onto the bed hard. “You’ve been a really bad boy. Now let me ride you.”

“Yes. Please mommy.”

69 - Miyeon

“Hey Miyeon, look at me! I’m sliding down the slide upside down.”

She ignored you.

Miyeon had been acting all weird today. Like she was pretty weird normally but today even more so.

She told you she wanted to do something fun today, and then she brought you out to a playground in the middle of nowhere.

Was she going through nostalgia and wanted to relive her childhood? That doesn’t seem like it. She had been looking around scanning the area ever since you got here. What was she looking for, there’s nothing and no one in the vicinity.

“Hey baby, what are you doing?”

She approaches you with a smirk and grabs your crotch, gently rubbing it.

“Baby, I told you I want to do something fun right. Let’s fuck right here. Nobody is watching.”

“What…….” Before you could speak, Miyeon had unzipped your pants and started sucking your already hard cock.

“Can you at least let me sit upright first?”

“No, 69 is part of the fun. Now shut up and eat my pussy.”

“You’re one kinky girl Miyeon.”

Downward dog - Shuhua

You loved your job as a yoga instructor, and having your classes famous among idols is a huge reason for it.

It started out with Yerin and your extra sessions. Apparently she liked it so much that she introduced Joy to join your extra sessions too.

Since then, idols had been coming so frequently that you’ve had to space out the appointments as your body couldn’t keep up with the number of sessions.

Last week it was Yves and Chuu and this week it will be Shuhua.

“Hi Shuhua, how are you feeling today?”

“Great, just a bit stiff. I’ll need some help with stretching later, maybe your pole can be handy.”

“Alright, do you want to start off slow or go straight to the extra sessions.”

“Be fast please, I’m impatient.”

“Alright then, let’s start off with the downward dog pose. Put your hand on the floor and raise your hips up.”

“Good, looks like you have been following my advice and putting in extra work. Your thighs look very meaty.”

“I’ve been doing a lot of leg work recently.”

“I’ll message your butt and help you relax your muscles.”

“It feels great, please don’t stop.”

“What is this Shuhua, why is there a wet spot in between your thighs?”

“Ahhh, don’t tease me please.”

“Oh no, no panties. You’re a naughty student. Let me punish you.”

“Yes please, use your cock to help me stretch out my thigh pussy.”

Side saddle - Yuju

Some come to the beach for the relieving feeling, some for the tan, some for the sea breeze. But you’re here for the bikinis and tiddies.

Sitting under your beach umbrella, you can usually see a whole beach of beauties enjoying themselves. But not today.

The beach is desolate today, not much to see. Just the occasional family with nothing impressive, not the usual group of eye candies.

The weather is beginning to turn and you prepare to abort. Just as you’re about to leave, you spot a lady sporting a red bikini slowly approaching from afar, heading towards your direction.

As she nears, you observe her fit body, her abs and her beautiful appearance.

“Hey, why are you here at the beach?”

“I came here for a walk. But it seems like the weather today is not cooperative.”

“That’s unfortunate, maybe we can do something together to create some memories and remedy that.”

She scans your body. Instinctively, you flex up your abs.

“Alright, but we do it my way.”

She sits on top of your crotch which starts pumping up with blood. You scan around for one more time to ensure no one is watching.

While you scout, Yuju is busy relieving your cock from your pants and inserting it through her bikini bottom.

She begins bouncing on you slowly. The cold winds contrasted with the interior warmth of her pussy, heightening the experience.

Some come to the beach for the relieving feeling, some for the bikini and tiddies. But you’re here for the fuck.

Throat Swab - Jiho

A rich heiress by the name of Jiho has recently come under your radar. Her mansion was outside of the town and she lives really lowkey.

Made a rough survey of her mansion, it seems relatively lightly guarded given her wealth. No one except her servants went in and out of the mansion, not even Jiho herself had left the mansion throughout the few days.

Clock struck 12, sneaked into the mansion from the back door without anyone noticing

Circling around the mansion, surprised by how empty it is inside given the luxurious exterior. The heiress living inside must be pretty lonely.

Made your way to the master bedroom. Jiho sleeping elegantly in her princess themed bed.

Tied her up on her bed with ropes

Ransacked her mansion, took away many valuables. Heard a loud scream from the master bedroom

With lightning speed, headed to the source of the sound. Found Jiho struggling with her hands tied up

“What are you doing, let me go.”

“Shut up you nasty bi*** “ Placed your palm on her face to quiet her.

Instead of resisting, Jiho surprisingly licked your palm in a circular motion, her eyes telling you of her desire

Stuck your fingers into her mouth and she dutifully sucked it with vigour.

“You’re a needy little slut I see. You’re being kidnapped and yet you’re sucking my fingers”

“It has been a long time since I've seen a man. It’s natural to be needy.”

Released her, knowing she won’t run away. Brought her to the edge of the bed with her head hanging from the bed.

“I still need to keep you quiet, maybe I should stuff your mouth with my cock”

“Please fuck my mouth, please.”

Pearly Gates - Arin

You’ve always thought Arin was the good girl type. The type that would be shy about sex.

However, after a date started off with her sucking you off in the car, feet playing with your cock under the restaurant table, ass grinding on your crotch in an elevator and her hand guiding yours while touching her pussy in the cinema, you threw away all your dumb assumptions.

After a libidinous date, you came home utterly exhausted and immediately fell into your bed.

As you slowly dozed off to dreamland, Arin crashes on top of you, waking you up.

Instinctively you moved your hand to embrace her whilst both of you gradually drifted into slumber.

Your legs suddenly felt numb and a need to move them. Finding your legs trapped under Arin’s legs, the only way to move them was to spread out her legs.

Your legs slowly spreaded Arin’s legs out and you heard a barely audible moan from her.

Arin turned around with a soft smile and raspy voice “You still got juice to try out a new position?” and began grinding her posterior on you to get you in the mood again.

You quickly moved to remove the bottoms for the both of you “What’s this new position you’re talking about?”

“It’s called pearly gates, I learned it from reading a smut challenge.”

She impaled herself on your cock from above as you felt her being more tight in this position

The sex was great, and lucky for you Arin did not eat much for dinner.

Stand and Carry - Minju

“Ha, you suck at Mario Kart.”

“Yeah, yeah, you won. What do you want?”

“Carry me to the ice cream shop.”

“Can’t you walk yourself? You’re heavy, you know.” Despite bickering, you willingly bent down and told Minju to get on your back.

However, she refused and insisted on being carried on the front.

Minju wrapped her legs around your waist and you felt her moist core pushed up against your crotch.

“No panties?”

“Shut up, just go.”

You’re sure she already felt it but your cock was rock hard and bulging out after knowing your girlfriend’s kinky behavior.

As you carried her towards the store, every little movement and vibration of a step caused your clothed bulge to rub against Minju’s bare pussy.

Minju tried her best to hold back her moans but occasionally some slipped out which attracted the attention of people nearby.

Not only do you have to deal with the weird glances from the passersby, but also your internal desire to fuck Minju then and there.

At the last 100 meters, Minju’s soft moans suddenly became a deep groan, her whole body gripped on yours as she orgasms. A gush of fluid wettens your pants on the crotch area.

Just as Minju recovered from her bliss, you spotted an empty alley and headed there.

Making quick work of your pants with Minju still hanging on you, you swiftly inserted your cock into her drenched pussy.

Guess she won’t have a clean skirt to go home with.

Spooning - Taeyeon

*This one is a little long

After watching Aladdin at the cinema, you headed home alone.

Windy, starry night, with roads empty due to the cold weather. You enjoyed this lonely feeling, it was what you’re used to after all. It brought peace to your mind, away from the loneliness in your shack, away from the judging eyes of society.

All was good until a shady looking fella approached from the opposite direction. He was carrying a big gunny bag behind him, panting. It must’ve been heavy.

At first glance, you would’ve assumed him to be a murderer, carrying a fresh corpse behind him.

He approaches you and tells you hastily “Do you want a body pillow? It has a really beautiful lady on it.”

Totally weirded out. “No thanks, I have no use for it.”

“Just take it, bye.” He dumped the bag onto you, the weight of the bag bringing you down to the ground. He’s nowhere to be seen after you stood back up, disappeared into the wind.

Not wanting to be fined for random disposal of garbage, you carried the gunny bag home. The road home was an ascend, filled with potholes and untamed bushes, fitting for the blighted part of town you live in. Those combined with your fat figure made you pant the whole way home.

You carried the gunny bag home and opened the thing inside. Well at least he wasn’t lying when he said it had a beautiful lady on it at least.

Beauty is relative, but the woman on the pillow was undoubtedly a good view for the eye, especially when compared to your face which only your mum could love.

The day was a long one for you. You were prepared to go to bed by then. Instead of throwing it away, you just hugged the body pillow and went to sleep.

Sleeping naked, you wanted to rub the magic lamp before sleeping, but ultimately decided against it. Whilst falling asleep, you subconsciously rubbed the body pillow a few times, its material comfy enough to not become trash.

Suddenly a weird smoke came out from the body pillow followed by a bright glow of light.

You were temporarily blinded but when you regained vision you saw a fine lady in front of you.

“Hi, my name is Taeyeon. I’m genie for you boy. Tell me your wish”

“Damn, I must’ve been way too absorbed in the movie to be dreaming like this.” You thought.

“You’re not dreaming sir, I will fulfill 3 wishes of yours”

Remembering how your life had been a family friendly film without any adult action scenes, more Spongebob than Fifty Shades of Grey, you’re not going to miss the dance to rectify that.

“Well you do look quite hot, it won’t hurt to have a wet dream. I wish to fuck you while hugging you.”

“Your wish is granted, Sir”

Taeyeon slowly removed her clothes, her perky breasts bouncing out of her bra, her removal of panties unveiled her cleanly shaven pussy, all illuminated by moonlight shining on her fair skin.

She snuck into your embrace, which wasn’t the most comfortable position due to your bloated size, but it still worked. Grabbing your adorably sized cock, she impaled herself onto your cock and started moving.

Your sexual awakening felt incredible, Taeyeon’s pussy was tightly squeezing your cock. You couldn’t go very deep, and you felt sad about it.

“I wish for you to praise me.”

“Your wish is granted, Sir”

Taeyeon’s moans went from soft squeaks to loud groans, her movement increasing in pace.

“Yes Sir, you fill me up so good.” Even though you knew she was just fulfilling your wish, you couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself for the first time in your life.

With the encouragement boost, you began to thrust your dormant hips into her, in unison with her thrusting down.

“Sir, why are you growing bigger. Ahhh”

You’re growing bigger, that’s good to know. Your banging grows in strength to the point of moving the bed with you.

Your neighbours would look down on you even more but you didn’t care. For the first time in forever, you’re doing something you like and you won’t let others disturb you.

“Hghhhh, I’m cumming Sir.”

“Me too. AHhhh, let’s cum together.”

Together, something you weren’t particularly familiar with. The orgasm was great, the sex was great, but even better was doing it with someone who enjoyed and appreciated you.

“One more round?”

“Sorry but I’m too tired sir, you fucked me too good.”

“Thanks for saying that but you don’t need to flatter me.”

“No I mean it sir, you’re the best one I’ve had.”

Warmth filled your insides, not only did your first sex didn’t go down the drain, she even praised you for being good. Your vision was becoming blurry, but you’re sure it was sweat flowing from your forehead.

“Alright then, good night Taeyeon.”

“Good night Sir”

As you awaken the next morning, Taeyeon’s morning visuals stunned you. You haven’t had the chance to properly see how she looked but now that you did, she was gorgeous.

At the same time, Taeyeon also woke up from her sleep.

“Last night was incredible Sir. You were so good.” Her compliment made you replay the scene from yesterday. It had been a long time since anyone had said you’re good at anything.

“That reminds me, you have one more wish Sir, please make the most out of it.”

“What will happen to you once I make my last wish? Will you just disappear? Will last night just be another sweet memory that I’ll forever replay in my mind?” Tears were beginning to form as you’re about to go back to the lonely dark self after experiencing how good things could’ve been.

“Unfortunately. Yes Sir.”

An idea suddenly struck you, “What if I wish for you to stay with me forever?”

“Your wish will always be fulfilled Sir.”

“I wish for you to stay with me forever.”

“Your wish is granted, Sir”

With that, another burst of light blinded you and you’re left alone in your room again, back to square one. Why did you think that you could escape this lonely life destined for you?

One day as you’re going back home from another movie, you saw someone carrying a gunny bag.

The scene felt awfully familiar. You approached the person and realised it was a girl this time around.

“Hi, my name is Taeyeon. I’m from the Girls Generation Genie Team. We work to grant the wishes of all lonely kids in the area. Could you help me with this bag of supplies?”

“Yes! Yes!”

Maybe being a lonely kid wasn’t so bad afterall.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Hope you’ve enjoyed it. Feel free to tell me anything wrong or where I still need to improve.

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joonapeach · 3 years

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you, me & a little bit of the future [mlb]

summary: Marinette expects some disaster on her first outing alone with Adrien. She just doesn’t expect that disaster to be her future self passing off a baby for her to take care of with Adrien.

alternatively… two idiots obliviously in love cooing over their daughter while acting like they have no idea whose kid this is.

author’s note: i spent my birthday writing mlb fanfiction because that is my biggest source of serotonin. also, if you follow me for bts and have no idea wtf mlb is - first of all, sorry. second of all - give me your brain bc i really wish i could rewatch this dumb show for the first time.

also reposted on ao3

[11.2k words of a fluff/humor and time travel x accidental baby acquisition trope]

If Marinette was still breathing by the end of today… she decided that she would give her life to worshipping Alya.

The girl was a magician, maybe even an angel. There was no possible reason for Marinette to be standing here in an empty museum, waiting for Adrien to fetch a bottle of water for her and yet… here she was?

“Alya, first of all, how did you make this happen?” Marinette squeaked on the phone, looking around to make sure she was out of Adrien’s earshot. “And second of all - I don’t know if I can do this!”

Alya’s familiar laugh came through the call. “Relax, girl! Adrien wanted Nino to go inspect his new wax statue with him but of course, Nino just needed a nudge from your greatest friend in the world to give up his invitation to you.”

Scratch worshipping just Alya. If Marinette hadn’t combusted by the end of this museum outing, she would worship both Nino and Alya together.

“I love you.”

“Try to tell that to Adrien today.”

“I will,” Marinette nodded with so much excitement that it was a wonder her head didn’t spin off. “I promise. I’ll make the most of the opportunity you’ve given to me. You’re the best, Alya!”

Alya only laughed, clearly amused by her friend’s joy. “Well, good luck and tell me how it goes!” she said before cutting the call.

Marinette sighed dreamily. Alone in a museum of art with Adrien, the greatest work of art she’d ever seen… it all felt like a dream.

She paused, quickly pinching herself. The pain registered a second later and she laughed giddily. This was no dream. It really was happening.

From the corner of her eye, she spotted Adrien walking towards her. A bottle of water was clutched in one hand as he waved with another. Was it possible to melt from someone’s smile? Marinette hadn’t thought it likely till she traced the curve of Adrien’s lips with her eyes just now.

“Here you go, Marinette,” he said cheerfully. He reached for her hand, putting the bottle on her palm. It was a relief that the water felt like ice to her skin because Adrien’s bare second of a touch made her scared of combusting.

“Th-thanks!”

“No problem! Thanks for coming today. I know it’s such a short notice since Nino cancelled in the morning, but I really wanted to see the wax statue with a friend,” he said softly. “I’m glad it’s you.”

Glad it’s you? How could anyone say such things to a person with that heartstopping grin and then be so oblivious to the world falling in love with them?

Marinette did her best to yelp out a semblance of a response, giving a toothy smile in the silences of the words she couldn’t find. It seemed to satisfy Adrien enough who only laughed and said, “come on!” as he dragged her through the empty museum.

Adrien’s hand. Touching mine.

It really would be a miracle if she was still breathing by the end of today.

Things were going perfectly. Well, as perfectly as things could ever go in Marinette’s life.

In a total of ten minutes, their arms had brushed 13 times and he’d laughed 5 times at something she’d said. He’d given her his show-stopping, sincere smile 3 times and she’d come near to death from them 2.5 times - the 0.5 she subtracted was when she wasn’t looking and only caught sight of his grin at the very last second.

Despite the empty silence of the museum, Marinette was surprised at just how two people alone could fill the room. Of course, it helped that one of the two people was the equivalent to the worth of a country itself but still… something about the familiarity in Adrien surprised her. He’d left her speechless and lovesick but there was also a feeling in comfort in being with him.

There was only ever one other person she felt like that around.

“Hey Marinette, I’m just gonna go to the bathroom real quick!” Adrien said, with another friendly smile she chose not to look at it too closely. When she nodded, he ran off and she stood in the empty room.

Finally, her heart could take a break from racing.

She exhaled, looking around until a sudden flash of light almost blinded her. She jumped back, ready to say the words spots on at the sight of danger till she frowned at what she heard.

“Do you ever not make this more difficult than it needs to be, kitty?!”

Marinette stilled. She recognized that voice. Yet, it was still not as familiar as the one she heard next.

“You know I can’t paws an opportunity to be entangled with you, my lady.”

The other voice scoffed. “That was terrible, even for you. Now, get off me.”

There was a certain threshold of weirdness Marinette had learned to tolerate in her time as Ladybug. Evil butterflies around the city, mini talking God-pets, monsters popping up during her Physics class… that was all fine.

Hearing her own voice repeated back to her was not. This was treading on a new kind of weird.

Marinette hesitantly stepped forward, following the voices. Behind a big column, she could hear the two bickering people. She checked on Tikki in her purse, who was fast asleep. She couldn’t wake her up for a threat she still hadn’t confirmed.

“Now… she’s bound to be here somewhere,” the voice like hers said. “Chat, can you go bring Emma through another portal?”

“That’s an awful lot of faith you have in a fifteen year old girl to say yes without even asking.”

Marinette heard the amusement in her doppelganger’s voice. “I think I’d know my fifteen year old self better than you.”

Another flash of light came and suddenly, the conversation stopped. Marinette’s heart was back to racing, this time from apprehension as she looked behind the column.

She was certain. This was not in the threshold of weirdness she could learn to tolerate.

An older, fitter Ladybug was staring her in the face. Her raven hair was bunched in longer buns around her neck and she towered over Marinette in height. Everything about her exuded confidence and the presence of… a real superhero.

The only telltale sign Marinette could find of her being a person was the awkward, gaping smile she gave.

“Um… hi,” Ladybug said, giving a stiff wave.

Marinette blinked. Then she screamed.

Ladybug raced forward, clamping her hand over Marinette’s mouth. “Oh my God, was I always so easily frightened?” she mumbled to herself in distress. “Marinette, it’s me. I mean- it’s you. It’s you-me. Hi.”

Hesitantly, the hand over Marinette’s mouth slipped away. “What do you mean you-me?” she narrowed her eyes, an urgent distrust in her voice. “Who are you?”

Ladybug’s voice softened. “I’m you. From the future, ten years from now. I’m twenty six year old Marinette,” she grinned, fluffing her two buns. “Pretty cute, right?”

Marinette’s guard didn’t lower. She backed away slowly. “I don’t believe it. You must be an akumatized person… or a trick from Hawkmoth! What do you want with me?”

Ladybug stretched her limbs. “I can’t even blame you for being on edge. I know how tense things were when I was your age,” she mumbled.

“Hello? Who are you?” Marinette repeated. She put her hands on her hips, trying to make herself look more intimidating. “If you’re really me then you should-”

“How’s the Adrien-in-white poster project going?” Ladybug sighed, asking with a resigned shrug. “Right about now, the new spring shoots must’ve come out, right? That shot of him in the white polo by the trees is the prettiest. The green background makes his eyes pop and makes him look like an angel des-”

“Descended from heaven,” Marinette blinked, breathlessly. “Oh my God.”

“Still don’t believe me? Around last month, you broke your phone and asked for three months’ allowance to get it repaired instead of just buying a new one because you told everyone you had some design files that you forgot to back-up, when it was really just saved photos of Adrien from-”

“Okay, okay, I believe you!” Marinette cut her off, red creeping up her neck and turning her face into a bright tomato.

Despite her embarrassment, Ladybug only smiled wistfully. She ruffled Marinette’s hair. “Sorry to crash your date, little me,” she said with a grin. “But I have a huge favor to ask.”

“A favor?”

Ladybug nodded. “Yup. Straight from the future. Your twenty six year old self kinda depends on you right now.”

Marinette squared her shoulders. “What is it?” she asked determinedly. “Is Hawkmoth still causing trouble? What do I need to do?”

Ladybug laughed, suddenly looking sheepish. “Um… it’s a little less complicated than that,” she admitted. “You see… you- I mean, me… we kind of are in the midst of a little fight against a villain in the future. It’s crazy. We’ve been fighting for two days and he still won’t let go.”

“Do you need my help?” Marinette asked with confidence. A fight in the future… she could do that. Paris was her priority in any case.

Ladybug giggled. “Well, yes. But not in fighting. You see, in between all the battles, I keep having to go home and detransform because of a little thing. A very cute, little thing. Everyone is so caught up in the chaos of the city that I’m having trouble being Ladybug and Marinette at the same time. That’s where I thought little me could come in handy?”

Marinette raised her eyebrows.

“Little Mari,” Ladybug said with an adoring smile. “How would you feel about babysitting?”

Marinette’s jaw dropped. Her head turned left and right, scanning the empty museum before looking back at Ladybug. “Do I have to babysit Manon again on the only day I get to be with Adrien?”

Ladybug laughed. “Well, it’s not Manon this time. This kid’s a little younger. She’s almost one and she’s an angel. I think you’ll quite like her,” she grinned mischievously. “You see, it’s my daughter.”

Her daughter?

No words came to her mind except the phrase repeating. Her daughter.

Marinette was staring at a twenty six year old version of her, far more confident and chic than her and now, this woman had a daughter. Marinette would have a daughter in ten years.

A wide smile broke out on her face. At sixteen, she only ever knew the kind of love she could see around her, for her parents, her friends, Adrien, for her partner… but now, one day, there’d be more to that. Suddenly, she couldn’t stop smiling.

“My… daughter?”

“Yup. Congrats future-mom. We’re quite a good mother if I do say so myself,” Ladybug smirked. “Though I’m pretty sure our husband is half the reason why we’re so good.”

Now, a blush spread across Marinette’s cheeks. A husband. Marinette couldn’t even imagine having a boyfriend, not with how tongue-tied she got around every boy she liked but somewhere in the future was a man she loved who loved her back. A man who was raising a child with her.

At her shell-shocked expression, Ladybug laughed affectionately. “I didn’t even tell you a thing about our daughter or husband but you look like you’re already on cloud nine. You really aren’t ready for the future yet. Good thing you have ten years to prepare.”

“Who… who is my husband?”

Now, a twinkle of amusement flashed in Ladybug’s eyes. “No cheating. All I’ll tell you is… he’s a lovely man. You love him very much. A bit embarrassingly much.” There was a hidden joke somewhere in Ladybug’s words but Marinette didn’t laugh, still too shaken by the prospect of being married with kids of her own.

“What’s… can I ask my daughter’s name?”

“I’m surprised you need to ask.”

Marinette couldn’t fight a smile. “Emma,” she laughed. “Well, I’m happy our future husband wasn’t against our suggestion.”

“Oh, he can’t refuse a single thing we say. You’ll see,” Ladybug smiled. “Well, hopefully at some point. If we manage to end the fight and keep Emma from crying all in a day’s work… so can I trust myself to take care of her?”

Marinette nodded excitedly. “Of course.”

“Thank you little Mari,” Ladybug sighed in relief. “You won’t believe how badly I needed this help.”

Was it possible to be starstruck by your own future self? Marinette felt she was hanging off every word Ladybug was saying, drawn in by the assurance and ease she spoke with. She wondered if this was how the rest of the world felt now when she spoke as Ladybug.

“Anything for you!” Marinette blinked with glittering eyes. “You must… you must be doing so well. Ten years and you’re… wow. That’s me.”

Ladybug giggled. “You’re doing well too, you know. For one, I’m glad you haven’t combusted on your date with Adrien yet.”

Marinette flushed, before blinking in shock. Adrien. “Wait! I have to tell Adrien I’ll have to cancel! So I can take Emma home while you-”

“Oh, I don’t think you need to do that. You can keep her around with him,” an entertained look passed in Ladybug’s eyes. “I think it’ll be good practice.”

“Practice for what?”

Ladybug cocked an innocent brow, suddenly distracted by her surroundings. Marinette was about to repeat the question till the familiar flash of light from earlier came again. Chat Noir came tumbling out of the portal, a baby strapped to his chest.

Marinette blinked. If she was looking at twenty six year old Ladybug then… this was twenty six year old Chat Noir.

She swallowed. The years had been- would be kind to her kitty… if she could still even call him that in the future.

She was far too used to the flirty school boy under the name of Chat Noir but this was someone else entirely. For the first time in her life, Marinette found herself at a loss for words in his presence.

Chat’s eyes flickered from Ladybug, a glance filled with lasting adoration, to Marinette. A sudden amusement crossed his expression that Marinette had trouble deciphering. Somewhere between glee and satisfaction.

He inched closer, offering a hand to shake. “Well hello there,” he grinned before looking at Ladybug and saying, “you know, I almost forgot how adorable you were.”

Marinette squeaked. “You know who I am?”

“In the future, he does,” Ladybug reassured, poking Chat’s nose in an all-too-familiar way. “Don’t fret. He’s just playing.”

Chat looked almost offended by the statement. “I am not. I mean it sincerely. You were the cutest thing at sixteen.”

Ladybug cocked a teasing brow. “Is that really a thing to say about just a friend-”

Chat pressed a finger to Ladybug’s lips, throwing a smirk Marinette’s way. “You can’t be handing out spoilers like that for your mini-self. Look how innocent she is. We can’t deprive mini Chat Noir of the satisfaction when it all comes out in the open.”

Ladybug scoffed. “This is why I didn’t want you to accompany me. You’re just getting a kick out of seeing me like this, aren’t you?”

“Can you blame me? It’s hard to keep a straight face when I now know what’s really going on in the sixteen year old pretty princess’ brain,” he said with a wink.

Marinette’s heart faltered at the display of adoration and comfort between the two future selves of her and her partner. She and Chat were always close but this… this was new. The doting expression in Chat’s eyes when he looked at Ladybug wasn’t new but the reciprocated devotion in her own future self’s eyes was.

He was still in love with her, ten years later - that was easy to tell. But she wondered how to interpret the feeling that made her feel like suddenly, she was too.

Ladybug reached for Chat’s chest, unwrapping a small sleeping baby from the blankets. Ladybug pressed a loving kiss on the baby’s forehead before looking at Marinette. The two shared a silent smile.

Gently, the baby was placed in Marinette’s arms. Her heart paced at the weight of a life cradling against her chest.

A sudden anxiousness pooled her thoughts. “Can I… do you really think it’s the best idea to give your kid to me?”

Chat was the one to answer. “It’s your kid too, Marinette.”

Her name, her real name, off his lips made her shiver. There was a future in which he called her by that. It sounded so pleasant to her ears that she almost wished that that future could be now.

“But… you know what I mean! Not sixteen year old, clumsy me! It’s your kid. The me who’s put together and… you know, can actually handle walking with a child and not tripping over air and-”

Chat’s laugh broke her rant. “The fact that you think you’re any less clumsy ten years in the future is adorable. I don’t think you’ll ever recover from that.”

“Chat! I’m right here!” Ladybug poked the tall, towering kitten away before turning to Marinette. “You’ll be fine. I promise. You can trust your future self’s judgment, can’t you?”

Marinette swallowed, glancing down at the girl in her arms. For the first time, she looked carefully at the daughter she would one day hold for the rest of her life. She was a beautiful sight. Her cherub cheeks stuck out in her sleep and strands of dark, midnight hair just like Marinette’s covered her face. She wondered whether her eyes were blue too, just like hers.

Marinette smiled. “Okay. I’ll do my best.”

Ladybug grinned, giving a squeeze to Marinette’s shoulder. “I owe you. Well, technically I don’t because future-you has a lot of good in store that current-you would never believe. But thanks,” she laughed. With ease, her hand slipped into Chat Noir’s as she walked away with a wave.

Marinette’s eyes zeroed in on the sight. At the last second, Chat Noir glanced back at her and a strange feeling leapt through her heart. He smiled. “Don’t worry Marinette. You’re a natural mother.”

The two disappeared in another flash too quick for Marinette to notice. She blinked, thinking of the words Chat had left her with and the intertwined hands… what ever was in store for her future with Chat? Surely… surely, what she was suspecting couldn’t be-

In her arms, the baby moved. Marinette stilled, glancing at her daughter as she woke from her nap. Her arms stretched and she showed a warm smile as soon as she looked up at Marinette. Emma.

“Maman,” Emma said happily. Marinette had never thought she’d find a word she loved the sound of more than Adrien. Now she had.

When she stared at her daughter, she memorized every small feature. This time, she got to see her eyes, wide and awake. While Emma had Marinette’s dark hair, her eyes were a deep shade of green.

Adrien had never considered himself a narcissist. But looking at the broad, tall body of his future self was making him reconsider his stance.

“Plagg. Are you seeing this? I’m so cool,” Adrien grinned excitedly, staring at the Chat Noir in front of him. “This is the best day ever.”

Chat grumbled, hiding his face with a few fingers. Even his fingers were big enough to cover his face. Adrien blinked at what ten years was going to do to him. Despite his title of a model, he hated to indulge in complimenting himself but at this second… he could only say that there was no way Ladybug could reject his twenty six year old self. Adrien grinned with the thought. He could wait ten years to woo his lady if this was the payoff.

“Can you listen, kid?” Chat sighed. “I don’t have much time to give you a pep talk before Ladybug starts panicking at why I’m not back yet,” he mumbled to himself.

Adrien could only laugh, still on a high. “You’re me! From the future!”

Plagg’s eyes narrowed. “What kind of diet plan is future-you on?”

“I don’t know, but isn’t it amazing?!” Adrien said with a grin. “Why are you here? Wait… you’re here to give me a message, aren’t you?”

Chat took a few seconds to stare his younger self in the face. Adrien wondered why it looked like he was on the verge of exasperation. “I wish I could give you ten messages. But even then, I don’t know if it’ll help your hopeless case,” Chat said with a snicker.

Adrien’s mouth dropped. “Plagg… is my future-self bullying me right now?”

Plagg shrugged. “I have no objections.”

“Listen,” a hand clamped down Adrien’s shoulder. Adrien squeaked an inhumane sound at the grip of his future self’s hand. “You know that girl you have a crush on?”

“Ladybug,” Adrien nodded with a lovesick smile.

Chat’s lips tightened into a thin line, unamused. “This is gonna be harder than I thought,” he sighed. “Was I really this oblivious?” he mumbled to Plagg, completely ignoring Adrien’s distraught confusion.

Plagg laughed. “Oh, this isn’t being oblivious. This is just denying the truth. You love acting like you have no idea. I hope you’re a bit better in the future, for my mental health’s sake.”

“Plagg, shouldn’t you be siding with the version of me that actually belongs in your time?!” Adrien whined. “What’s this about?”

Plagg and Chat shared a look. Chat fought a small smile before trying again. “Alright buddy. See, in a few minutes, I’m gonna head back to the future - we’re in the middle of an epic fight, you’d love it - and I’ve left my daughter to babysat by you. It won’t be too long… maybe three hours. Actually, make it four. I should take my wife out on a date after and thank her for putting up with me despite how stupid I was at sixteen. Can you manage four hours?”

Adrien gulped. In just one sentence alone, words like ‘wife’, ‘daughter’ and ‘future’ had left his mind in shock. He wasn’t sure which part to start with, when so much information had been thrown his way in a moment’s breath.

“I’m married?!”

Chat grinned proudly. “Happily.”

Adrien’s eyes brightened. “Am I married to Ladybug?”

Chat’s smile grew with delight. “Even better,” he sighed dreamily. “You’re married to the girl you have a crush on.”

“That’s Ladybug!” Adrien spluttered excitedly.

Chat sighed, part in amusement and part in resignation. “Even if I spelled it out for you, there really is no hope,” he mumbled. “But anyway. Just make sure Emma stays safe, okay? We’ll be back soon so there shouldn’t be any trouble. Not with Marinette taking care of her anyway.”

Adrien’s eyes widened. “Marinette? You’re giving her to Marinette?” he coughed out the question. “But she’s my daughter!”

Chat bit the inside of his cheek to fight a smile. “Well, that’s all the message I wanna give. Marinette’s going to be outside with a beautiful little girl and you just have to babysit for a short while. Whatever Marinette says, listen to her, okay? She knows best.”

Chat turned but Adrien quickly grabbed at the man’s hand. Was that rock he was gripping or really a human’s body under a suit?

“What?”

“Well… that can’t be all. There’s so much I have to know!” Adrien blinked innocently. “Like… does Ladybug end up being my first girlfriend? How long do I wait to propose to her, because honestly, I think I’d propose as soon as I’m eighteen, and am I a good dad? Do I quit modelling? And what the hell do I eat to become as buff as you?”

Chat hid the growing smile on his face. He gave a finger salute to Plagg before turning to open a portal. With one leg through the flashing light, Adrien yelled out in haste, “aren’t you gonna give your younger self any advice?!”

Chat laughed, looking back for only one last second. “How about you just try to figure out who’s the girl you have a crush on first, buddy?”

Maybe Marinette was a natural mother. It would explain why she was already ready to give her life for a girl she’d only known for minutes now.

At sixteen, Marinette was always sure she wanted kids but that dream always used to be a small piece of her bigger dream with Adrien. Her dream of kids and a hamster and a house in the South of France for them to retire together. Now with a glimpse into the future, her own plans didn’t look like they needed to be so small anymore.

Her future self hadn’t mentioned Adrien at all, apart from just casual teasing. What did that mean?

“What do you think, Emma?” Marinette cooed at the girl in her arms. “She didn’t seem to care much about Adrien but she was looking at Chat like he was her whole world… does that mean my future self isn’t in love with Adrien anymore?”

“Maman,” Emma said in response with a smile. Marinette’s heart softened.

She chewed on her lip in thought. She was holding a child she would eventually have with a man she’d call her husband… and unlike her sixteen year old self’s aspirations, her twenty six year old self hadn’t mentioned anything of Adrien being that man.

Was Marinette missing something? Was Adrien really not the boy for her?

But… her heart belonged to him, she was sure of it. There was no wedding, no kids, no house she could picture that didn’t have him in some way.

Marinette remembered how Ladybug’s touch lingered on Chat’s body, almost too fondly and affectionately to be considered the same as the relationship present-day Ladybug and Chat had. Like an ice-cold realization being dumped over her, Marinette froze.

“Oh my God Emma,” she said breathlessly. “I end up with Chat Noir.”

Emma giggled, mumbling something that Marinette chose to interpret as affirmation. Unable to stay stoic from Emma’s adorable smile, Marinette burst out in laughter.

“Oh my God,” she repeated. “That sneaky kitty… he must’ve done something. Did you see how future Maman was looking at him, Emma? She was saying his teasing was annoying but then she was touching him every chance she got… am I going to be like that? Me and… my Chat Noir? Is he going to be my…”

Marinette couldn’t bring herself to say the word. Fate truly had a twisted turn if she eventually gave into Chat’s wooing and was just as lovesick for him as he was for her. The thought made her giggle but her heart fluttered.

“He’s gonna have a field day with this one, little Emma. If he finds out I met our married versions, he might die of excitement before we get there,” Marinette laughed, brushing Emma’s hair from her face. “I wonder what it is about Chat that makes me finally fall in love.”

Marinette cradled the baby girl close to her, letting herself indulge in the guilty thoughts of love she would usually shut off for her loyalty to Adrien. “You know what the crazy part is, Emma? Little Maman doesn’t even have a problem with any of this. It would’ve been nice if it was Adrien but… I think I get it now. Adrien’s a crush but to really be with someone, I would want it to be my other half.”

Marinette sighed. Were her feelings so fickle? Suddenly, her heart was warm with the thought of a friend she never once considered before. It felt less like two years of feelings for Adrien had dissipated but two years of feelings for Chat Noir had come to the surface after seeing her daughter.

“What do you think, Emma? Is Chat a good papa?” Marinette giggled, joking with her daughter who only nuzzled into Marinette’s chest. She held her tighter, only turning around when she heard her name called.

“Marinette!”

The smile on Adrien’s face was so blinding that Marinette almost had to step back. The boy was definitely not this happy when he’d ran off to the bathroom.

Their eyes met and Marinette flushed from the sheer joy in his smile. He looked down, his gaze landing upon Emma.

“Oh! Adrien- um- this is… well, it’s a bit tough to explain. You see, I kind of just got asked by my… my aunt! My aunt came and dropped off my daughter- her daughter. My niece! She’s a bit busy so I just have to keep an eye out for her for a few hours and… you don’t mind, do you?”

Marinette watched Adrien’s eyes carefully for a flicker of annoyance at the sudden responsibility. She could only find warmth.

Surely, a boy couldn’t be this happy from having to babysit someone else’s kid?

He inched closer, giving a soft smile to Emma. For a second, Marinette forgot how to breathe. The sight of her first love and her first daughter meeting made her forget words.

“What’s her name?”

“Emma,” Marinette answered softly. Emma reached out for Adrien almost instantly, ready to be carried by him even at first glance. The familiarity she held for Adrien almost worried her when she remembered that there was a strong chance that Adrien and her remained friends in the future… Emma was likely recognizing her Uncle Adrien from another time.

“Can I hold her?” he asked hesitantly and Marinette nodded with a smile.

Adrien cradled the girl to his chest with a gentleness Marinette didn’t expect. It was hard enough seeing Adrien so out of reach every single day of her life but seeing him hold her daughter almost like… like she was his…

Marinette gulped painfully.

The future was beautiful and kind, but there wouldn’t be this. There wouldn’t be a beautiful, young man who got to be Marinette’s first love yet also hold the title of her daughter’s father. Still, she smiled. She had ten years to come to terms with it.

“Hello Emma,” Adrien laughed, a soft finger touching her cheeks. “You probably don’t know me yet but… I’m going to do everything I can to take care of you for as long as I can,” he grinned, almost too fatherly for Marinette’s comfort.

“Papa,” Emma said with a giggle.

Marinette’s heart squeezed. She didn’t blame little Emma for her confusion - Adrien did share the same hair and eyes as Chat that it might’ve thrown off the little girl. But she didn’t correct her daughter. She had a lifetime of parenting to do with her partner, so she’d let herself have today to pretend that it could’ve been her first love.

As she walked away in the museum, Adrien trailed behind with Emma in his arms. He said something to the little girl that Marinette didn’t quite catch fully. It sounded an awful lot like, “yes, Emma. It’s your papa,” but Marinette laughed. Her wishful thinking deluded her too much for her own good sometimes.

At sixteen, Adrien knew he was nowhere ready to be a father. He could hardly understand what it meant to be a good son, to be enough to earn the affections of his own father, to be able to start thinking about how to be a good father.

And yet… was it supposed to be this easy?

Adrien was scared his daughter would repulse at the first sight of him but she came willingly into his arms. She rested with ease, her eyes widened at everything around her - eyes he noticed looked an awful lot like his mother’s - and she laughed at the lame jokes he whispered in her ear, despite not understanding a word.

The apprehension Adrien felt in his chest was gone. This was slowly becoming the best day he’d had in a while.

Just as Emma kept calling him Papa, she called out for Marinette as Maman. At first, Marinette’s face paled when she saw Adrien hear it.

“Oh… uh, my niece, she… well, I look a lot like my aunt, haha! So, you know… she gets us mixed up. That’s probably why she calls you Papa too. You look an awful lot like her father. He’s got the… the same blond hair. And eyes. Even the smile at times,” Marinette blinked, her words trailing off.

Adrien only smiled. His eyes flickered between his daughter and Marinette. Her hair was exactly like Ladybug’s, smooth and dark like the night but it was also just like Marinette’s. He could tell what spurred his daughter’s confusion.

Yet, he still wondered… Why was Marinette the one who his future self had entrusted Emma to? Was it a decision that future Ladybug - his wife! - and his future self made together? Adrien chewed on his lip, unable to answer the question.

What had Chat Noir said before bolting for the future? Marinette knows best?

Adrien glanced at Marinette, the softness in her eyes when she looked at Emma and thought Adrien wasn’t looking. With the gentleness with which she cared for Emma in just a few moments, Adrien couldn’t deny that he had no problem trusting his daughter to her either. Marinette was always kind and there wasn’t a person in the world he thought higher of.

Except for Ladybug. But it really couldn’t get better than that.

“So what should we do now?” Adrien asked. “We checked out my wax statue so that’s done.”

“Well… I guess I should take Emma home. My aunt will be back after a few hours and I’m sure you have things to do so-”

When Marinette came to take Emma from Adrien’s arms, he backed away protectively. She blinked, frowning at his behavior.

“Adrien?”

“Uh… Sorry. I’m a little attached to her,” he forced a laugh. Glancing back at his daughter, he smiled. Chat Noir had said that she’d be his for four hours so why would Adrien have to give her up now?

His lips tightened. As trustworthy as Marinette was, was it fair to give babysitting privileges to her rather than Emma’s father? Did future Ladybug trust an old friend more than she trusted her own young husband?

At that second, Emma burst into sudden tears. Adrien blinked, taken aback by the shrieking sound but before he could do anything, Marinette swooped in and took Emma in her arms. She wrapped her arms around the girl softly, moving her as gently as the wind and whispering quiet words in her ears.

How was Marinette so… natural at this?

He could see just why Marinette was the right choice to babysit, with her soft heart and tender touch and yet… the thought still stung. Ladybug was his wife in the future but she thought more of a friend than she did of him, despite all his love?

How was the future Chat Noir so content with this? Adrien frowned, revisiting every word Chat had said in their short conversation to scrutinize it. His future self hadn’t had any problem with Marinette either - he’d told Adrien to willingly let Marinette handle it all.

When he spoke of his wife, he wore a smile that made Adrien think the future was perfect but surely, this was not the perfect he settled for. His future self had said he was happily married but in what world did a father have less right to his child than a friend of his wife’s?

A bitter taste crawled up Adrien’s mouth. He looked at his daughter to find some peace but when he did, all he could see was Marinette grinning and spinning the girl around. Emma now smiled, looking at Marinette with so much love in her eyes that Adrien wasn’t sure what to think next.

His wife… Chat had never said it was Ladybug. Perhaps Ladybug had dropped off his daughter in the past but Chat had never said it was his daughter with Ladybug. All he’d said was that he was happily married, to a girl even better than Ladybug, and to follow Marinette.

Adrien swallowed. Marinette brushed Emma against her cheek and laughed with a sound worth the brightness of a thousand suns. There was no girl on Earth who held that much love in her heart for a stranger’s baby. Not even Marinette, for all her goodness, could conjure up so much affection for a child she didn’t know.

A stirring feeling shook Adrien’s heart. Pretty Marinette, kind Marinette, Marinette with the shyness of a school-girl but the heart of an everyday superhero, Marinette with the passion of a youthful girl but the love of a woman who’d lived a long life… Marinette, the girl he’d buried his feelings for, for the fear he’d never be good enough to earn her affections back.

That Marinette… She was his future wife.

The smile that spread on Adrien’s face made him look like a fool, but he knew now that he was the same lovesick fool as the future Chat. This right here, in the comfort of the space between Marinette and him, and the daughter they’d one day have, was his family. He would find a family in this girl.

He had already found a family in her. Future Chat knew well enough, telling him to open his eyes and figure out the girl he had a crush on. Of course, Ladybug was his first love, built on admiration and respect, but Marinette was his future. She was the girl he’d become worthy of and the girl who’d give him a home after all his searching.

He blinked back the stinging feeling of tears. When he walked closer to Marinette and Emma, he smiled and rested his hand on Marinette’s shoulder.

“Hey Marinette,” he whispered gently, so not to distract her from their daughter. “Is it okay if I babysit Emma with you today?”

“Hm?” Marinette raised her eyebrows. Adrien fought the urge to brush down her forehead to smooth the crease. She smiled with a welcoming glance. “Of course you can Adrien.”

He grinned. “I guess we can go get ice cream. What do you think about that, little Emma?”

The girl only clapped, excited to see her two mini-parents together again. When she called Marinette Maman again, Adrien couldn’t hide his smile.

Whatever it was Adrien was doing to both her heart, and Emma’s, Marinette wished he would stop.

It was hard enough in the simple moments of Adrien carrying Emma and Emma calling him Papa, but now Adrien was doing even more to seemingly fit in the gaps of her life that belonged to Chat Noir.

For one, his smiles were becoming far too frequent and brightening for her. She started the day off at the museum by counting every time he laughed and grinned at her but now, it was an endless supply that she lost track of.

Not to mention… the hand holding.

Was Marinette truly counting the times their hands had brushed this morning? Because now, Adrien left no steps unturned to hold her hand in the streets of Paris. The three of them went around the city, stopping at little monuments and pretty spring sceneries, all together. It was too much like a family for Marinette to handle.

This was her future family and Adrien was creeping in. He was taking selfies of the three of them at every turn, spending money at random stalls for jewelry and snacks for Emma and he was even… blushing around Marinette?

“Here,” Adrien coughed, looking up at the distracting view of an empty sky. His hand was holding out a small box. “It’s for you.”

Marinette frowned, taking the box. Adrien was no stranger to giving gifts but Marinette was a stranger to the blushing, nervous delivery with which he handed her this gift. Inside was a small necklace with a flower charm on it.

“I just got it from the stall so it’s nothing spectacular, I know,” he laughed awkwardly. “But just to remember today. And I promise, I’ll get you a lot more great things in the future.”

“Oh Adrien, it’s lovely. You didn’t have to get me anything at all,” she blinked. For the sake of her racing heart, she chose to ignore the promise he attached at the end.

Adrien only gave a smile. When the three of them sat down at the bench near Andre’s ice cream stall, Marinette could only cry for relief from the relaxation.

“Wow. Carrying a baby across the city is more of a workout than I thought it’d be,” Marinette sighed. “Kids are a lot of work.”

Adrien nodded, taking Emma from Marinette’s arms. “Well, you don’t need to worry Marinette,” he smiled. “I think you’re a natural mother.”

Marinette’s breath hitched in her throat. The weight of Adrien’s words hung in the air and if she inhaled, she knew she would feel the effect of them crashing against her lungs.

Was today supposed to feel like a goodbye? Was it the reason that Emma appeared today, of all days? To guide her to Chat Noir… and to give her words from Adrien that she would carry forever?

Adrien thought she was a natural mother. It meant one thing to hear it from the man you’d marry but another thing to hear it from your first love. Marinette couldn’t help her heart from singing, from the thought that Adrien saw her so highly.

“Marinette?”

“Huh?” Marinette blinked.

Adrien laughed, brushing his hair from his face. “Oh, I was just saying… aren’t you glad there’s a long time till we have kids?” he rubbed the nape of his neck.

“Absolutely. I’m going to spend a good long while enjoying being sixteen,” Marinette smiled, biting the inside of her cheek. “But then… I think I’m also excited. To work towards getting married.”

Adrien blinked, suddenly flustered. “Do you… do you already have someone in mind?”

Marinette laughed. She was glad Chat could never hear the words she was about to confess to Adrien. Although maybe one day, when the two of them were married and in-between battles, she might confess that she realized she was in love with him on the first date with the guy she’d rejected him all this time for.

“Yup,” Marinette said with a smile, thinking of the kitty’s wide eyes and dramatic flair for romance. “I’m going to marry my best friend.”

Adrien coughed and Marinette noticed the tips of his ears turning red. “Wow… that’s… that’s really sweet, Marinette,” he said, fighting a smile off his lips.

“I know. We’ve gone through so much together that I think that the rest of our lives together will be a fun ride,” Marinette laughed. Before Adrien could reply, Emma suddenly began wailing, mumbling for an ice cream.

“Oh, I’ll take her,” Adrien said with a charming smile. “You should rest after carrying her all day.”

“No, Adrien, it’s fine-”

“We’re babysitting together. Let me handle it,” he said, pushing her gently down. Marinette didn’t protest any further, watching Adrien carry Emma down the bridge to Andre’s.

She was sure he’d make a great father one day. While it was a shame it couldn’t be to her kids, Marinette still smiled at the thought that somewhere in the future, Adrien would be there with her.

Adrien pinched his nose.

How the hell did future Chat battle villains with a daughter? Did he leave her alone with Marinette and run off? Did Marinette know about her husband’s crime-fighting identity? Adrien had a million thoughts running through his mind as he stared up at the blob of a monster, terrorizing the city.

He was certain there wasn’t much that could be done. If he were a little smarter, like his future self, he’d pass off the responsibility of his daughter to someone he could trust. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option today.

Adrien searched the racing crowds desperately for Marinette, looking for any sign of her. For the first time, fear struck him cold at the thought of her safety. She wasn’t far from where the monster had appeared from… would she be okay?

Adrien shook the thought. She was strong. He was sure she’d be fine, wherever she was but… if only she were in sight. He hadn’t quite crossed the bridge with his wife-to-be about his secret identity but now he desperately needed Emma’s mother to handle her while he transformed.

“Papa,” Emma said, blinking.

“I know, Emma. I don’t know where Maman is… do you think Marinette would eat me alive if she saw Chat Noir fighting an akuma while holding her baby daughter?”

“Adrien, you’re worrying about the wrong Marinette. Do you really want to be on the end of future-you’s punch if anything happened to his daughter?” Plagg piped up.

“Hey! She’s my daughter too.”

“She’s his daughter. You’ve been too oblivious and stupid to deserve such a cute kid,” Plagg grumbled, flying around Emma with a kind of affection that Adrien had never seen from his kwami before. “Wow, she really looks like you.”

“And Marinette. She looks like Marinette too.”

“A little less oblivious now, are we?”

“Plagg, please. Back to the problem. What do we do?”

Plagg sighed. “Well… what else is there to do? Ladybug’s already out there fighting the akuma, Marinette’s nowhere in sight and you’ve got a daughter you can’t leave in the middle of a Paris alley. I’ll let your suit wrap her around your chest… just don’t bring me in the wrath of future Ladybug and future Chat Noir when they ask why Emma is covered in akuma goo.”

Adrien buried his hands in his hair. There was no wonder his future self was far more blindly trusting of Marinette. Marinette would be taking care of their daughter, far from akumas and danger and Adrien… Adrien was here, taking her into battle with them.

“Well?”

“I don’t want to hurt Marinette. I love Emma but…” Adrien cast a glance to the akumatized victim. “I can’t let my lady down. I’m sure they’ll understand.”

“For the record, I had nothing to say or do with this decision, I am a mere bystander-”

“Plagg, claws out!”

Trust Chat Noir to make the day Marinette was ready to give her heart to him as Ladybug the only day he arrived at an akuma fight ten minutes late.

“Took you long enough!” Marinette yelled as she bounced back on the ground from the akumatized victim’s shot of what seemed like jelly goo. “The akuma’s in his stick by the way!”

Chat nervously laughed, giving a hand to Marinette on the ground. “Um… my lady, I know we always fight as a duo but would you be opposed to an adorable sidekick today?”

“What are you talking ab- OH MY GOD! Chat, what the hell is she doing with you?!”

“Well, you see, there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for everything-”

“Why is she with you?!” Marinette bellowed, trying to take her poor daughter from the strapped blankets around Chat’s chest. The grip of the straps was far too tight though. Marinette could almost cry. When she’d said she wanted to see her Chat look more like the Chat from the future, she’d meant his height or big build… not in the way they both appeared with her daughter strapped to their chest in danger.

“Look, my lady, listen, I couldn’t leave her in the streets! She has a better chance of being protected like this than if I’d leave her on a bench somewhere!”

“Why couldn’t you leave her with Adrien?!”

“Papa?”

“Not now, Emma!”

Chat blinked. “How do you know her name?” he said slowly. “And how do you know she was with Adrien? Oh my God, did future Chat Noir pay a visit to you too?!”

Marinette buried her face into her palms. Was he really the partner she was supposed to raise Emma with? She was glad that there were years to go before the two of them would reach that burden because right now, she was almost guiltily wishing fate had been kinder to her and put her in Adrien’s path instead.

“Chat, now is not the time! Please! We need to break the akuma and figure out how to keep Emma safe. Please just… just be safe with her, okay?”

Chat nodded, blinking. “Of course I will. She is my daughter after all,” he said with a smile down at Emma. His black-leather clad gloves gently caressed the girl’s cheek, careful of his sharp claws.

Marinette stilled. So wrapped up in the chaos, she forgot she was witnessing the sight of her daughter with the man she’d one day call her husband.

In her mind, Chat Noir had always been a little bit of a child himself, chasing after love and thrill like a lost boy. There were countless times she doubted his sincerity in his fluttering feelings for her.

And yet… Now, when she looked at him, none of that doubt was there. All she saw was a boy with radiating love in his eyes, a gentle heart, one that had been begging for her to be careful with him all this time because his affection was never insincere. It was just that he had so much to give.

Marinette blinked back the pooling tears in her eyes. He looked at Emma with so much love and when his eyes came to her, his gaze only softened.

“Are you crying?” he asked, puzzled.

Marinette quickly wiped the tears away under her mask. Now was not the time. “You… you’re gonna be a great father one day, kitty,” she settled for saying, running away towards the akuma without a glance back. Though he was out of earshot, Marinette still let herself say to the world, “I’m so glad you’re going to be the one for my kids.”

Adrien was fighting an akuma, with his future daughter wrapped to his chest, and his future wife somewhere out there in Paris. And first love had just told him that he was going to be a great father out of the blue.

Were all of the world’s gifts being given to him today?

“Chat, the light pole! If you cataclysm it, we can trap him!”

Adrien blinked, looking up. “Um… my lady, I would never be opposed to anything you suggest except- I don’t wanna give Emma vertigo by climbing all the way up there!”

Ladybug sighed. “Well, it’s not ideal to bring a daughter along in an akuma fight. For now, I’ll hold onto her while you go!” she said before mumbling, “we better find a way around this when the time comes. I might kill you if you bring Emma along into a fight in the future.”

In a quick swap, Adrien was now watching Ladybug cradle his daughter to her chest. His first love and his future daughter. He hated how his heart fluttered.

Before today, it was her he wanted to be a husband for. He dreamed of holding their children, of living together and growing old by each other’s side… Adrien hoped that the part of him that clung to that fantasy would go away soon.

He feigned a laugh. “Of course I won’t. I’ll leave her at home with my wife.”

Ladybug stilled, and amongst the chaos of Paris behind her, he could see her body freeze. Suddenly, she was glaring at him. “Like hell you will!” she pompously snapped. “You should be the one staying home taking care of her!”

Adrien blinked. “Then who will save Paris?!”

Adrien didn’t know what he was doing that only seemed to flame Ladybug’s temper. “I’m the one who purifies akumas anyway! You should be the one taking care of the kid!”

“I- I don’t understand!” Adrien threw his hands up in the air. The sudden argument between him and Ladybug made him feel like they were having a lover’s spat, but he tried not to dwell on that thought. “Why couldn’t my wife just take care of Emma while I’m out here?”

“Chat, if this is how you plan to be in the future, I swear I will make sure there is no Emma!” Ladybug argued. “I am not staying home to babysit Emma while you get to fight!”

“No one said anything about you having to babysit! You can fight!”

“You said you’ll leave Emma alone at home with your wife!”

“Yes! My wife!”

Ladybug blinked in confusion. “Well, your wife doesn’t want to stay home to babysit!”

Adrien buried his face in his hands. The city would burn to the ground at this rate, while he would still be stuck in a conversation he did not understand. He watched Emma’s eyes go from Ladybug to his as if she were lost on who to listen to.

“I don’t see why Marinette would have any problems taking care of Emma,” Adrien sighed exasperatedly. His body instantly froze after saying the words.

He’d just told the name of his future wife to a partner who had no idea about his identity… Adrien’s throat dried up. Had he just fucked up everything?

He swallowed, risking a glance at Ladybug. She mirrored his expression of shock and he mentally braced himself for the scolding of his life from her.

“You… you- did future Chat go and tell you my name?!” she groaned, shaking with a frightening temper. “I thought that was off limits! Future Ladybug didn’t even tell me anything about you! I had to figure it out all on my own that we were going to get married!”

Adrien stilled. Whatever confusion he was facing before, it only seemed to get worse now.

“M- married?” he sputtered out, suddenly coughing. His head echoed the chaos ensuing in the city around him. The logical part of his brain told him to get back to work, save Paris… every other part of him told him that he was stepping on unchartered territory right now with Ladybug and he shouldn’t dare move.

“This is a mess. Emma, did we mess everything up?” Ladybug mumbled, looking down at his daughter.

“Ladybug… wait, I think- I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” Adrien cut in, awkwardly rubbing the nape of his neck. “I’m… I’m going to marry Marinette.”

Ladybug blinked at him as if waiting for him to say something more. For a moment, only silence passed between the two. They both seemed to be waiting for the other to finish their unfinished words.

It was in this silence that Emma’s voice became the loudest. She looked up at Ladybug, laughing and reaching for her dark hair to grab. “Maman.”

Adrien glanced between his daughter’s familiar gaze at his first love and his first love’s hair that looked an awful lot like his future wife’s. Despite the tense atmosphere, Ladybug still smiled softly at his daughter as she continued to call out for Maman.

Adrien burst out laughing. Maybe he’d be a great father one day. But he sure as hell wouldn’t stop being an idiot.

Chat would make a very strange husband, Marinette decided. One second, he was yelling at her that she would have to stay home to take care of Emma and the next, after a very visible mental breakdown of laughter, he was back on his game.

Once the two of them had gotten past the weird argument, it took only a few minutes for Paris to return to normal and a little butterfly to fly away, harmless and pure. All in a day’s work… with a baby wrapped around her chest.

“Sorry little Emma,” Marinette sighed, rubbing her suit-covered fingers over her daughter’s cheek. “Maman took you into a fight. You must’ve been so scared.”

Emma only giggled.

“Well, you don’t really need to be scared. We’re just kids right now, but I promise once you come, Maman will be an even better superhero. And Papa too… if he ever sorts his head out. We’ll be good parents,” Marinette blushed before adding, “we’ll be a good husband and wife too, don’t you think?”

Marinette couldn't get sick of the bright, green eyes of her daughter. They really were beautiful.

Behind her, she heard Chat Noir’s feet land on the ground. He mumbled pleasant greetings to the Parisians walking by before coming to her.

“So,” he began. A new kind of smile Marinette had never seen before was playing on his lips. “Crime-fighting husband and wife?”

Marinette rolled her eyes. There it was. The smugness she knew she’d have to handle from the second she realized that the man she ended up with was Chat Noir. “This just sounds like a recipe for disaster.”

His glee was painted across his face. He couldn’t stop grinning. “On the contrary, I think it’ll be quite the dream. You, me, our kwamis and our little kids. Aren’t you glad future-you finally decides to fall for me and have that life?”

“I don’t know. Doesn’t sound like much is in it for me.”

Chat fought a cocky grin. “Well, you get a piece of twenty-six-year-old Chat Noir and I think you’d quite like him, my lady.”

Marinette had to hide her flushing cheeks by looking down at Emma. “I’m stuck with sixteen-year-old you right now. Let’s start one step at a time, okay?” Marinette mumbled. “We have a long way to go before we become good parents.”

Chat laughed. “Me maybe. But you’re a natural mother, bugaboo. You’ll be great.”

Marinette giggled. What was that her future self had said? That she’d be a good mother, but her husband was half the reason why. She wouldn’t tell Chat that now, but she was starting to think it might be true. He’d done something risky today but he had her back as always.

In unison, both of their Miraculouses beeped, reminding them of their time limits.

“Oh! Gotta go,” Chat glanced at his ring before looking up at Emma. “Will you be able to handle her?”

Marinette smiled. “Papa’s done enough,” she teased, poking him away. “I’ll be fine.”

Chat laughed, pressing a kiss onto Emma’s forehead. “See you when I see you, little bug,” he whispered to the happy baby before looking at Marinette with a mischievous smile. Marinette almost jumped from the sneaky kiss he pressed onto her forehead too.

She still felt his lips on her skin, long after he’d leaped across rooftops away. Cradling Emma carefully against her, she sneaked into an alley quickly to de-transform.

“You did great Marinette! You took down the akuma and took perfect care of Emma,” Tikki smiled. “Chat Noir’s right! You really are a natural mother.”

Marinette laughed. “Thanks, Tikki. Adrien said that too- oh my god! Adrien!”

Tikki hid a knowing smile before going back inside her purse. Marinette instantly took off, running back to the bridge where she’d last seen Adrien leave with Emma. The poor boy… he probably was frightened to death, thinking he lost Emma and Marinette in the crowd.

Standing in the middle of the bridge, Marinette panted. “Oh Emma,” she chewed her lip. “You don’t think he’ll be too panicked, will he? Adrien?”

“Papa?” Emma only asked in response, blinking widely.

Marinette laughed. “Not Papa silly. You just saw Papa. Do you already miss him?”

Emma pouted, nuzzling her face into Marinette’s neck. “Papa.”

Marinette sighed. “Is this how it is in the future? Do you like Papa more than me?” she grumbled playfully. She didn’t think she’d even mind if little Emma gave all her devotion to Chat.

The two laughed together till Marinette heard her name called. As she turned, she hated the way her heart skipped at the sight. Adrien came rushing down the bridge, two ice creams clutched in his hands and a wide smile on his face. It was a scene she thought she’d recall in every dream from now on.

Ten years Marinette… you have ten years to get over that.

“Sorry! I went to get ice cream, then the akuma happened, then Emma-”

“It’s fine, Adrien!” Marinette forced a laugh. “You’ve been a great help today with Emma anyway!”

Adrien’s smile slipped into something softer. She almost wished she didn’t have to see it.

“Papa!”

“Hey Emma,” Adrien laughed, giving the ice creams to Marinette before taking Emma into her own hands. “You weren’t scared, were you?”

Emma shook her head happily. She nuzzled affectionately into his touch, still calling him Papa.

“Sorry about her,” Marinette smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Looks like she likes her Papa more and you remind her of him.”

Adrien nodded, biting back a smile. “Well, that’s okay. I think her Maman already has someone who loves her far too much. It isn’t fair for her to get all of Emma’s love too.”

“Hm?”

Marinette blinked. That smile on Adrien… Why did it look both new and familiar at once? And why was he leaning in with a glint of amusement in his eyes, as if this were something ordinary between the two of them? And why, despite every better part of herself, was Marinette’s heart racing from being the focus of those eyes?

“Wouldn’t you agree, future wife?”

The ice creams dropped. Two cones sat planted in the ground and Marinette squeaked. The smugness she’d seen minutes ago on Chat’s face now appeared on… on Adrien’s. He laughed, sharing the joke with Emma in his playful stare. Her first love, the love of her life, and her future daughter… all in one sight.

“Adrien!”

“Uh oh Emma, your Maman is mad at me,” the boy laughed. Marinette chased him down the bridge but when she caught him, it was Adrien who pressed his lips to her forehead this time.

“You took… our daughter into an akuma fight?!”

“Hey! She’s our daughter too. And don’t tell off Marinette,” Adrien pouted, jumping in front of Marinette from the towering Ladybug who had her hands on her hips. Hips he was having a hard time looking away from.

Adrien couldn’t tell Marinette - he wouldn’t dare - but while ten years would make him as Chat Noir just a bit more handsome, ten years would make her deadly.

He had to gulp a heavy breath when she appeared in Marinette’s bedroom, with her own Chat Noir on her tail. At first glance, he almost tripped from Marinette’s sofa. When he shared a look with his future self, his future self only feigned an innocent smile, fully aware of the inner workings of sixteen-year-old Adrien’s mind and how the stunning woman had short-wired it.

“I am allowed to tell myself off, Adrien,” Ladybug sighed. “Move away.”

“No way. It wasn’t her fault anyway!”

Ladybug shared a look with Chat. “Were you always this stubborn?”

Chat grinned. “Only when it comes to you,” he said with a wink and then with a glance at sixteen-year-old Marinette, “and her too, I guess.”

Adrien frowned. “Hey! Flirt with your own Marinette,” he grumbled, shooting daggers at his future self. For as hard as Adrien had worked to disguise his starstruck reaction to the future Ladybug, Marinette had put no effort into the same for the future Chat Noir. Her eyes were glued to him this whole time. Every time he moved or turned and the muscles strained against the suit, Marinette turned a little bit redder.

Adrien wasn’t sure whether to be jealous or flattered.

“Like I can’t see you ogling me,” Ladybug muttered before looking at Marinette. “Anyway. I’ll take Emma back now. While it wasn’t… ideal for you two to fight with her on hand, I know why you did it. Thank you for taking care of her.”

Marinette beamed. “Thank you for letting me have her today. I… I’m gonna work really hard,” she promised, her eyes bright and glittering. “To become a mother and superhero as good as you.”

Ladybug smiled, but before she could respond, the two boys answered in unison, “You’re already good.”

Marinette blinked, looking between Adrien and Chat. “Wow. This is trippy.”

“Tell me about it,” Ladybug sighed, before glancing at Adrien. “Thanks for taking care of her- well, me, Adrien. There’s gonna be a lot of tough times in the future but there’ll be a lot of good too.”

With a look at Marinette, the words came out of Adrien before he could stop them. “I think they’ll all be good.”

Chat sighed, picking up Emma. “I would make fun of you. But I’m exactly the same. Guess we’re even,” he grinned, offering a fist. When Adrien reciprocated, his fingers stung from the sheer force of a simple fist bump.

“Seriously man, what are you eating?”

“Nothing healthy. My wife’s family owns a bakery after all,” Chat said with a wink at Marinette. He turned to open a portal and Adrien squinted from the flash of light.

“Thanks for babysitting kiddos!” Ladybug smiled with a wave. Adrien could hardly wave back before the two of them were gone and the room was left with him and Marinette and their two sleeping kwamis.

And a hundred or so posters of Adrien.

“I really thought you’d be more into me,” Adrien mumbled in the empty room. “But you couldn’t stop gawking at Chat Noir!”

Marinette scoffed. “You weren’t slick about your staring at Ladybug either.”

Adrien rubbed the nape of his neck. “I was just… looking at how your suit would change. Very interesting, you know.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. You have less spots in the future. It’s fascinating, right?”

“I guess. Your tail was longer too.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep.”

Adrien bit back a smile. “Well thank you for admitting you were checking out my future ass, Marinette.”

Instantly, he dodged the pillow thrown his way by her that he’d anticipated. Her face was flushed and he couldn’t get enough of how adorable it was. He’d have to soak it all up before she became all cool and confident like she was in the future.

With all the laughing and pillows being thrown around, Adrien didn’t hesitate in grabbing Marinette’s waist and pulling her closer to him. The two were wrapped together now on the couch and while the proximity was familiar, the racing heartbeat he felt at being so close to her was new.

“You really have Emma’s eyes,” she muttered, staring at him.

“You have Emma’s hair.”

“You have Emma’s nose,” she answered with a playful flick of it.

Adrien smiled, letting his eyes wander down her face. “You have her…” he trailed off, bashful of even saying the word.

Someday, he’d have a kid with this girl. But for now, he couldn’t even bring himself to get past the initial awkward shyness of two sixteen-year-olds around their first loves.

“What do you think?” Marinette asked hesitantly. “Of our… Our future together?”

Adrien grinned. “I love it.”

“Do you really think I’ll be a good mother one day?” she asked, suddenly leaning in closer. Adrien was sure she could hear the hitch in his heartbeat, pressed against him like this.

His partner, his best friend, his first love, the love of his life… how did he get so lucky? All in a day, he’d found all these people with just a little bit of the future.

Adrien brought his lips to Marinette’s cheek and pressed a kiss at the corner of her lips. “I think you’ll make a great mother,” he kissed the other corner. He leaned back for a second to share a smile before pulling her close enough that no distance remained. “But I think you’ll make an even better wife.”

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Star in the Sand Ch.20

This was it. Dressing back in the itchy, way to big prison garb you closed your eyes for a moment and placed a hand over your lower abdomen. You didn't know if there was a higher power or if they even cared about someone like you but if there was you begged them to let this work. Opening your eyes you walked out of the small room you had been staying in and saw Ken there. The man gave you a small grin and you held out your wrists. You couldn't help but tremble in both fear and nervousness as Ken snapped the shackles back around you.

"Hey sweetheart it's going to be alright. Have faith in Bentham, if he says this is going to work it will." he told the woman.

Taking a deep breath you nodded and looked up to him. "Thank you for everything." It had been four days since Bon Clay and the others had saved you from being raped in that frozen cell. In that time Hilda had managed to heal your frostbite almost entirely with long soaks in warm baths. As much as you wished to wash your hair and bathe properly they had told you it would look more believable if you still looked filthy. During your time out of the baths Ken and Margery had brought you food and given you an actual bed with covers and everything. You were pretty sure you had slept through one of those days entirely. Whenever you weren't sleeping or soaking Bon Clay was sitting with you, asking you questions and going over the plan he had come up with to get you both out of here. He had been surprised when you told him about you growing up in a whole other world and how there this world was a book. Later on though he had said that all your knowledge would come in handy.

"Ken Ken I will miss you so much."

Looking to Bon clay as he walked in dressed in the clothes of a Marine Captain you blinked. Watching as they all said their goodbyes you stood quietly, not being able to help but feel a little guilty. A lot was riding on this, if something happened and it went wrong there would be a lot of people that would get hurt. Bon Clay himself was taking a big risk, no doubt if he was caught trying to escape twice they would kill him. When he finally walked over to you he must have seen your nervousness and placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

"It's okay Miss... I mean Y/n." he smiled, when he remembered her telling him to just call her Y/n. "I have thought of a fool proof plan to get us out of here. Just play your part and we will be out of here an no time." he told her with a smile.

"I trust you Bon." you told him and saw him smile even larger if it were possible.

"Ready?' he asked and saw her nod. Grabbing hold of her chains he started leading her down one of the tunnels.

Coming out of the secret tunnel you kept your head down like Bon had told you to but gave a quick glance over to see that you were in what looked to be medical room of sorts. The room itself was curtained with only a bed and other medical equipment inside however there standing in the corner were a few guards. The sight of them instantly made you tense as you assumed you both would be caught but when they whispered to Bon Clay about everything being ready you realized it was nothing but some of the prisoners from level 5.5 dressed as guards. Not saying a word you let Bon who now had the face of another man, one with blond hair and a goatee lead you out and to the elevator. When you got up to the main floor Hannyabal and a few guards were waiting there. Swallowing hard you felt Bon yank on your chains some, his deep voice coming out as an order for you to move it.

"It's hard to believe she is still alive let alone carrying a child." Hannyabal said looking down at the woman. She looked even worse for wear now than she had when she had went into level five to begin with. "She doesn't look very pregnant to me." he said, glancing down to her thin body.

"To be fair though sir the prisoners don't get much food."

Hearing one of the false guards speak from behind you you saw Hannyabal scratch his chin.

"Well I suppose that's true." he sighed. Looking to the Captain he rose a brow. "You look a little stiff Captain Leway."

"Just ready to be done with this. A Captain shouldn't have to taxi around prisoners." he spoke, quickly.

Humming sighed. "Well I'll let you be on your way then. Does the Navy plan on sending her back once they get what they want out of her?"

"If they do I'm sure they will let your know." Bon told the Warden.

"Very well. I'll keep her cell open just in case. Safe travels Captain."

Without another word Bon was leading you out of the prison and onto one of the smaller navy warships. Your heart was beating like a drum in your chest as you peeked up from under your lashes and saw dozens of marines staring at you in disgust. You hated the navy knowing you were pregnant but Bon said it was an easy way to get you out of here. As sick as it sounds they would no doubt want to eliminate what they saw to be a continuation of an evil bloodline. You only hoped this whole stunt didn't make the papers, the last thing you wanted was for Crocodile to be hurt. Especially if this all went wrong. Closing your eyes for a moment you tried to get a hold of your trembling. At least with it being near dark no one would be able to see your scared face.

"Prisoner aboard ship, permission to leave Captain?"

"Oh right that's me... YES!" Bon spoke and saw as the marines started all moving about. When one of them moved over to him and asked if he wanted him to take Y/n down to the brig he quickly spoke up. "No that's alright I don't think she will give us any trouble." he said and saw the boy look to him in confusion before nodding and walking away. Leading her over to one of the crates and making her sit down on it he glanced around to make sure no one was listening before looking back down to her. "Are you still doing okay?" he asked her and saw her nod shortly. "I'm sorry for having to be so rough to you I'm just trying to act act the part."

"It's okay. Y...your a good actor." you told him and saw him smile, the facial expression looking off on the man. Maybe he didn't smile much.

"Captain..."

Hearing one of the men call him he sighed and looked back down to Y/n. "Just remember to be ready when the time comes." seeing her nod shortly again he slid the key to her cuffs into her hand and smiled a little before walking away.

Lifting your head after a few moments you watched as the prison started growing further and further away. While you should feel ecstatic about leaving that place you knew the hardest part was yet to come. Closing your eyes you placed your hand over your womb, silently praying that everything would work out. Going through the first doors of justice you watched them close behind you. Noticing the huge whirlpools all around you clenched the key in your fist. How you wanted the heavy things off of you. When they had been off for those few days Hilda had treated the raw skin there as best he could but told you there was a possibility that the skin would scar. Keeping them on your wrists for now you moved your hands right to hide the key better just incase one of the marines decided to look to you. Good thing too because soon enough one was walking over to you.

"So you're Crocodile's whore huh?"

Ignoring him you continued looking out to sea all the while clenching your teeth. How you hated that word. You would rather be called anything than that.

"It's a good thing the Marines got our hands on you when we did, especially knowing you are caring another criminal inside of you. No doubt HQ will take care of that problem though. Wish I could be there to watch." he chuckled.

Gritting your teeth you took a deep breath to keep your temper at bay. You couldn't react, that's what he wanted. While you wanted nothing more than to punch the white collared prick in his throat there was too much at stake. After a while he only huffed and walked away. Glancing to Bon Clay every once and a while to check for the signal you would see him pretending to play Captain, giggling a little under your breath when he would make faces at the crew behind their back or tap his face to turn back to himself before switching back really fast when someone would look. As the gates of justice came into view you saw him wink at you, that was the signal. "I have to pee." you announced.

Quickly moving to show Y/n to the bathroom he gave a squeeze of her arm as they passed by one of the lifeboats.

That was the one. Nodding shortly you continued walking to the bathrooms. Hearing Bon Clay tell one of the officers to come over and keep watch over you watched the brown haired woman walk over. Being led inside by the woman you turned back to see Bon Clay standing behind her. The woman however must have seen your look and went to turn around.

"Captain is there a...."

Watching as Bon Clay kicked the woman, knocking her unconscious you winced but said nothing.

"Alright Y/n this is it. You know the rest of the plan. Remember stay quiet and everything will be okay."

Nodding you saw him smile and then nod, leaving you in the room alone with the woman. Looking down to the lady you sighed, unlocking your cuffs, "Sorry about this." you told her, bending down to grab her clothes. Once you were dressed in the marine's clothes and had shuffled her into your own, snapping the cuffs on her wrists you took a deep breath. Cracking open the door you peeked out to see another walking by. Quickly pulling the door back close until they walked by you opened it again and stepped out, pulling it close. Quietly moving over to the lifeboat Bon had pointed out you climbed inside, tugging the tarp down again once you were laying inside.

It seemed like time passed by in slow motion as you waited for Bon Clay to carry out the rest of the plan. Hearing as someone yelled out that the ship had passed through the gates again you clung to your locket and closed your eyes, your hands trembling. Picturing Crocodile in your head you thought of what it would be like to see him again, to be in his arms again. You hoped he still wanted you, that he hadn't stopped loving you. "Please. Please just wait for me a little longer Croc... wait for us." you whispered.

The sound of a cannon going off just about made you jump out of your skin and you slapped a hand over your mouth to keep from screaming. You could only listen as people ran about the ship, everyone yelling and trying to figure out what was going on.

"Are we under attack?"

"We are taking on water! Everyone down bellow, patch that hole now!" Bon yelled out.

Another cannon going off made you take deep breaths. The footsteps grew faint as everyone went bellow to where Bon Clay had blew holes into the bottom of the ship. Not a minute later did the tarp get ripped off the lifeboat and you snapped your eyes up to see Bon there. He gave you a large smile before placing two large bottles of water into the ship along with a bag. Sitting up you started helping him lower the boat down. You could hear as the crew started yelling but chose to focus your attention on the ropes you were quickly trying to untie.

As soon as the ropes were free he was grabbing the oar and rowing away as fast as he could. "We have to hurry Y/n, another ship will no doubt come to their aid and we need to be long gone by then." he told her and saw her nod, her own hands grabbing another oar to start helping him.

When the yelling got louder you looked up to see the ship starting to sink, many marines now on deck and looking around. It wouldn't take them too long to find the officer in the bathroom but hopefully by then the both of you were far away. With it being dark they would hopefully not see either of you.

"So we are going to Sabaody but after that we will have to figure out a way into the New World were your dear Mr. Zero is."

Looking up you saw him back in his own body, you much preferred this one. "I think I might have an Idea."

"Oh?"

Looking up to him you gave a small smile, "What would you say about meeting up with Luffy again?"

"Strawboy?! Oh yes!"

Giggling you pressed your finger to your lips. "Shhh they still might hear us."

"Oh right." he grinned. Rowing for a moment he rose his brows, "First thing we are doing when we get to Sabaody is getting us some more appealing clothing. I have had enough of these ghastly things." he said and saw her giggle again.

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Sighing he rubbed his face and leaned back in the chair, stretching out his stiff back. Paperwork always made his back ache. Taking a break he grabbed one of his cigars from the box on the corner of his desk and lit it. Inhaling deeply he closed his eyes and held the smoke in his lungs for a moment before letting it out in a long breath. Opening his lidded eyes he looked over the empty room, his eyes scanning the shelves that he had started to fill with books. Books she would have loved. Blinking he dropped his head back to the chair and let his mind linger.

It had been a few days since that intense pain in his chest and since then the usual clenching had turned to a only an ache. It was the first time since she had been taken from him that he wasn't in agony. The feeling that part of him was missing was still there, it never left but he wasn't gritting his teeth just to get through the day. At first he feared she had died, that his star had finally perished in that hellish place. He wouldn't have been surprised if she had, to tell the truth he was surprised she had lasted this long. Especially since they had for some godforsaken reason sentenced her to level five.

That night the pain had struck him he had quickly wrapped a towel around his waist and stumbled back to his office. After looking through every book he could on soulmates he concluded that his darling wasn't dead. 'An immense emptiness.' that's what all the books had said. While yes he felt empty without her with him he also had read that apparently when one's soulmate died the bonding mark would feel cold and his was still warm feeling. To think though that that was what Daz lived with everyday....

No she wasn't dead but something had happened. Something had caused that immense pain in his heart and he didn't want to think of what it might have been. What had caused her scream to echo in his head. Reading that was possibly her calling for him, that his soulmate was so desperate for him that he was able to hear it and he wasn't capable of helping her made him shake with anger. Ever since that day he had been so angry at himself. He had failed her, he had failed in protecting her, his own soulmate. It ate at him every second of everyday. That constant clenching in his heart reminding him of how his failures. Still whatever it had been she was at least hurting a little less since then. Perhaps they had moved her.

Plucking the cigar from his lips he tapped it on the ashtray and placed it back in his mouth. Leaning forward he reached into the drawer of his desk and pulled out her phone. Typing in her passcode that she had told him when she first started letting him listen to the music on it he saw the screen unlock and the picture of him and her pop up. Leaning back in his chair he tapped on 'gallery'. Swiping through the pictures she had taken he felt the corner of his lip lift up the slightest amount at the one she had taken of him. He was sitting in the railing of the ship looking as serious as ever but she had drew a cartoon red 'pirate' hat on his head and put an eye patch over one of his eyes, because apparently one injury wasn't enough. The word "Arrrgg" was scribbled in the corner. If he had seen the picture while she was still with him he would have no doubt forced her to delete it, thinking it a mockery but now he cherished the reminders of her. How he missed her humor, her playfulness, her carefree nature. Opposites truly did attract.

Looking over the other pictures he saw ones of him and her laying in bed together, her bare shoulder making him close his eyes, attempting to remember the feel of her skin against his. Quickly moving to the next picture before his desire took over he got to the ones she had taken before they had met. Landscapes mostly, a random video of her walking through the woods, a white weasel of sorts following her making her giggle, the sound pulling on his heartstrings. When he came across a picture of her with an older man he knew it was her old boss, Vic. Funny he sorta reminded him of Garp but fat. The man had a kind smile as he stood beside a much younger version of his Y/n. She had told him before when he head came across it that she was sixteen in the picture. That was just after Vic had given her the job at the bar. She was skinny in the picture, much like she had been when that witch had let him see her in Impale Down. Knowing that she was now suffering the same thing that had almost been her end back then made him frown and bite down on his cigar. If he had found her like he was supposed to she would have never known the feeling of starvation or the cold.

What was meant to be a lifetime together had been cut to only nineteen months. It wasn't enough. It would never be enough. As much as he hoped they would reunite in the afterlife he knew an evil person like himself had no chance of going to the same afterlife as her. Nineteen months, that was all they would ever have.

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By the time you and Bon had reached the Mangrove forest the both of you were well past your limit. You could no longer feel your arms and you were so tired you could have passed out right there on the ground. "I vote we take a minute to rest here." you panted.

Nodding profusely he dropped to the ground beside her. "I Agree." However they didn't get to rest long before a loud explosion was heard in the distance.

Snapping your eyes back open you heard another explosion. Pacifistas. Standing you looked to Bon, "Rest time's over. We have to go now." Seeing him stand as well you looked around. "We need to get to Grove 42 that's where their ship is, that's were they are all meeting at."

"We are on 47, so says that tree there, we are close." at the sound of another explosion they both took off running.

You were so tired but you couldn't stop. 45 now, only three more to go. At one point you had started to slow down, your muscles cramping but Bon quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him.

"Come on Y/n almost there." he cheered. He knew the woman was exhausted, her starved and malnourished body running on her overwhelming desperation to be with Mr. Zero again. 43. Seeing a giant colorful bird flying overhead he blinked but felt a tug on his hand. Glancing back to her he saw her eyes barely open, her other hand holding her lower abdomen. Taking a deep breath and raising his chin he pulled her to him, lifting her up onto his back. "Hold on Y/n." pushing himself as hard as he could he smiled when he saw the number 42 on the tree coming up. "There it is you see. We are going to make it."

The sound of cannon fire was heard in front of them but then they suddenly stopped. As Bon made it to the top of the grove you saw the sunny, the real sunny. It looked just like it did in the manga. "That's the ship." you told Bon a small smile coming to your face but it quickly fell when you noticed the bubble expanding on it. "No... no we're not going to make it." you mumbled, your voice coming out as a whimper.

"Oh yes we will. I made you a promise and Queen Bentham always keeps his promises." Running as fast as his feet could take him he saw the people on the ship and a familiar straw hat. "STRAWBOY! WAIT!" he yelled. Seeing the faces turn to them he smiled. "STRAWBOY!"

"BON?! BON!! HAHAHA!"

Hearing what you assumed was Luffy yell you felt as something was wrapped around both you and Bon Clay and then gasped as the both of you were yanked through the air towards The Sunny. Holding onto Bon until the both of you rolled onto the deck you held your shoulder for a moment, that and your arm always giving you issues since that guard had hit it with the baton.

"YAHAHA! Bon it's really you!" Luffy cheered.

"Oh it is! How great it is to see you strawboy!" Bon spoke, clinging to his friend.

Looking up you saw Bon and Luffy hugging each other tightly and grinned lightly but then noticed some of the others looking to you.

"Ah we all know him but who is this?" Nami asked, her hand on her hip and a raised brow as she looked to the strange woman. Even though she was dressed in a marine uniform she didn't look like one. She was frail looking and her hair was matted and dirty along.

"This is my friend, Y/n and she needs your help. Oh please say you will help her Strawboy." Bon asked.

"Sure. Any friend of Bon is a friend of mine." Luffy said with a large smile.

"Luffy you don't even know her or what she needs help with!" Nami scolded.

"Well we don't have time to wait around, we get going now or the marines will be hot on our trail." Franky told them all.

"Then let's get GOING! SET SAIL!"

"YEAH!!"

Looking up you watched as the ship went under the water and closed your eyes, for the first time in a long time you felt hopeful. Feeling eyes on you you looked up at all of them again and took a deep breath. Standing up you forced your legs to hold steady even though they wished to drop you back onto the deck of the ship.

"So your name is Y/n huh? Are you some kind of marine?" Zoro asked.

Looking down to your clothes you shook your head.

"No we just took their clothes so when we escaped Impale down." Bon told them.

"How did you escape? The only reason me and the others got out the first time was because of you." Luffy said.

"Wait a minute. I want to know what it is she needs our help with first." Nami spoke, interrupting them.

Looking to her and everyone else you licked you licked your dry lips. "I.. I need to get to the New World."

"So you want to hitch a ride?" Zoro huffed.

"Yes." you nodded. Moving your hands to your locket out of habit you felt your heart hammer in your chest. "I don't have anything to give you but I'll work. I'll clean or help cook or do anything else you want me to. I just..." taking a deep breath you tried to keep your tears at bay. " I promise I won't get in the way. I don't need a bed or much food or anything else but I have to get to the New World so I can reunite with my soulmate again. Please." you begged, tears falling from your eyes.

Furrowing her brows at the desperation in the woman's voice Robbin tilted her head to the side. "May I ask who your soulmate is?"

There it was, you knew it was coming. Seeing Bon look to you, you swallowed hard. "Crocodile."

"WHAT?!"

"Crocodile is your soulmate?! Wait who is Crocodile?" Brook asked.

As most of the crew all gawked and spoke about your other half you looked down. It was very clear what they thought of Crocodile and you heard as Ussop and Nami quickly started jumping to conclusions about you as well. Raising your watery eyes you saw Luffy standing there looking at you, Robin standing in the back some just as quiet as her captain. Holding Luffy's stare for a moment you saw him smile.

"Sure we'll give you a ride. Haha we're going to the New World anyways so you might as well ride along." He smiled making Robin smile as well.

Feeling a weight get lifted from your chest you blinked and felt more tears fall from your eyes. "Thank you."

Realizing there was a bit of information they still didn't know Bon spoke up. "Oh but there is something else you need to know." he said, glancing to Y/n. Seeing her look down he took a deep breath. "There is another passenger as well but this one won't give you any trouble whatso ever."

"I don't see anyone else." Luffy spoke, looking around confused.

Glancing to all their faces you saw it click in Robin's head first, of course, her eyes going wide before a small grin formed on her face.

"How far along are you?" Robin asked.

"Five months... I think."

"How far alo...oh my God! You're pregnant?!" Nami gasped.

"Pregnant?! Wow Crocodile is going to be a dad?!" Luffy gawked his eyes snapping to the woman's flat belly.

"I can't picture him as a father." Zoro said with a blank look.

"How's he even going to change a diaper with a hook?" Ussop asked.

Ignoring the two you looked back to Luffy. "Is... is it still okay?"

"Sure is." he told the woman.

"OH THANK YOU STRAWBOY! YOU WILL FOREVER BE THE KINDEST PERSON I WILL EVER KNOW!" Bon yelled.

"Don't mention it." Luffy laughed, rubbing the back of his head and smiling largely as always.

You knew some of the crew still wasn't happy about the whole situation but Luffy was Captain and so they wouldn't question it any further. Looking back down you heard clicking and saw a pair of shiny black shoes stop in front of you. Lifting your eyes you saw Sanji standing there. He just looked at you for a time, not saying anything.

"Chopper."

He called and you looked over to see the small Reindeer, he was so cute.

"Go show her to the shower room and then give her a quick check up. I'll go make dinner."

"Yay food!" Luffy cheered.

"Okay. Come on... Y/n was it?" the small voice spoke.

Nodding you looked down to the doctor. "Yes."

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It was a amazing how much better a person could feel after a proper shower. It had taken two washes but your hair was now all clean and once you got it all brushed out you realized how long it had gotten, the whole way down to your hips. It still looked a little faded and felt off but you knew that was because of your malnourishment. Finally having a good look at yourself in the mirror you couldn't help but furrow your brows. If you hadn't seen Brook for reference you would swear you looked like a skeleton. However there was the smallest bump in your lower abdomen. It hadn't been there two weeks ago so at least you knew your baby was getting some much needed nutrition from the new source of food. Going to pull on the marine uniform you tensed when you heard a knock at the door. Quickly wrapping the shirt around you, you bid the person inside.

"Hello, Chopper said he thought you were about done so we thought we might come help with your clothes." Robin spoke in her always calm, kind voice.

"Oh? You weren't going to put those back on were you?" Nami asked, looking to the woman wearing the dirty marine shirt again.

Opening and closing your mouth you looked down to the clothes. "Y..yes I... well they are all I have." you told them.

Humming Nami moved her hand to her chin and tilted her head a bit. "What do you think Robin?"

"I think I have an idea." the black haired woman replied.

"Me too. We'll be right back Y/n."

With that they both left you alone. Blinking you glanced to the door when it cracked open again. Looking down you saw Chopper's blue nose before he looked inside.

"Are you ready for your check up?" he asked.

"You don't have to do tha..."

"Of course I do I'm a doctor and besides you are pregnant you are supposed to get routine check ups."

Knowing you weren't going to talk him out of it you grinned softly and nodded. Following him to the room set up for medic you went along with all of his instructions. It didn't surprise you in the slightest with how thorough the doctor was. Your weight, height, vitals, blood... everything imaginable was taken and recorded to be followed up with later. He also took measurements of your belly and listened to the baby's heart.

"I'm going to make you some vitamins to take to help both you and your baby. I'll also tell Sanji which foods are best and which ones you can't have that way he can help get you on a better diet."

"Thank you Chopper but I said I wouldn't bother anyone, that I wouldn't eat too much." the last thing you wanted was for them to kick you off the ship.

"No Y/n. It's my job as a doctor to take care of anyone who needs it and Sanji won't let anyone go hungry." he told her but saw her look down.

"Is there anything I can do then, to help you or anything you would like? Something to repay you." you asked.

"Got any good stories?" he asked with a grin.

Not being able to stop your smile you nodded. "A few."

"Okay so these will be a little big on you but it's better than those rags." Nami spoke.

Startling a bit you looked to the door to see the two women coming into the room with clothes in their arms. When you got done dressing in the black pants of Robin's and stripped t-shirt of Nami's, both of which were baggy on you but way better than the prison uniform and marine clothes you all headed down to the Dining room.

"She looks completely different!" Both Brook and Sanji said in Unisom.

As they both started arguing about who had dibs on you, Zoro calling them both idiots and stating that you were pregnant with Crocodile's kid you blushed and cast your eyes down.

"Would both of you idiots quit it!" Nami yelled.

Sitting beside Bon Clay as he patted a seat at the table you stared at the feast on the table with wide eyes. You had never seen so much food. As a plate was set before you you looked down to see a piece of mouthwatering sirloin.

"For the pretty lady a lean cut sirloin with fresh garlic, thyme and rosemary that's packed with proteins, Vitamin B and C along with a few others."

Looking up to the chief you gave him a smile. "Thank you."

"Hey I want meat like that too."

"YOU EAT WHAT I MAKE YOU LUFFY!"

Giggling lightly at the characters from the manga coming to life around you, you cut a piece of your steak off as everyone took their seat and placed it into your mouth. It was so good you would have cried if you knew Luffy wouldn't start thinking you were a crybaby. You did however quickly complement Snaji on the dish which made the cook smile proudly. Staying quiet as Bon told them about your escape you cherished the first real food you had eaten in close to six months. When Robin spoke up however you snapped your eyes up.

"So how did you and Crocodile meet, I don't recall you from my time in Alabasta."

Swallowing the food in your mouth you looked to the woman that had once been close with your soulmate. "I wasn't there. We met after the war. Croc... he... well he fell into my living room." you said and saw them all confused. "It would be easier if I start from the beginning. If I explain my world."

"Your world?!" everyone said.

A/N: Please reblog or comment if you like this. Let me know if you like how this is going.

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Hi!! The request about Aizawa x waifu reader ( with a bouncing baby) was so cute.... I had a dream about it I’m not joking 100% soft bc of it, I have 2 requests for you!! Can you do a scenario when midnight spilled the beans about reader liking Aizawa ( like you mentioned in the scenario, maybe when they are still on highschool like last year or smth?) and the second request is either a scenario or hcs (whatever u like!) with a their family finally adopting eri Chan?? Pls?? Thank you!

A/N: I’m so glad you liked it so much! Sorry, it took so long. Here’s the first part. I’ll post the headcanons separately, and link from this post!

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Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2219

Warnings: None

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You’d done it, it was by the skin of your teeth, but you’d done it. You actually graduated UA. It might have been in general studies but, by God, you fucking did it. There was just one problem - Nemuri, aka Midnight. A long-time friend who was two years older than you.

You hung out with her and her two friends, Shouta Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada, frequently. And had developed quite the crush on the comparatively quiet Aizawa. Nemuri wanted to celebrate with drinks. But you’d been drinking with her before. It was a less than pleasurable experience.

Nemuri had a way of spewing everything that was on her mind. The alcohol broke her common sense filter. Although even sober, she was so excited to find out about your crush that she nearly slipped. You’d been lucky up until now. But she wanted to go to a bar to celebrate. Even just the thought made your stomach twist you into sickening knots.

“Shouta’s not going to find out!” you told your reflection as you prepared yourself in the mirror. But you knew she’d catch the little things you did to try and make yourself more attention-grabbing. More appealing to his eye. The extra dab on perfume he’d complimented you on once. She would call you out for it. But you couldn’t help yourself.

You groaned into the mirror. “This wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t told her. Or maybe I should’ve told him. I don’t know. - Gods save me.”

You checked the clock on the wall. You were going to have to leave soon. Whether you wanted to or not. You figured it was best to leave on your own before Nemuri dragged you out by your hair.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” you uttered, locking up behind you. “I mean, he could just say he’s not into you. Right? Or he could laugh at you. Or he could never speak to you again, or - [Name], stop it. It’s only Shouta. And Nemuri won’t say anything…right?”

You knew that was a flat out, straight up lie. Nemuri was sure to do…something. You’d just have to deal with whatever happened. But you were praying that nothing did.

“[Name], you’re finally here! Slowpoke!” Nemuri slurred the moment you walked into the bar. She stumbled over to you and dragged you over to a table. “Even the boys were here before you!”

“Hey, hey! It’s the lady of honor!” Hizashi announced loudly, standing to throw an arm over your shoulder. “Congrats on finally catching up with the rest of us!”

“Leave her be, Hizashi,” Shouta groaned, standing himself. Hizashi sat back in his seat. But Shouta nodded at you. “Congratulations. You’ve worked hard. You earned it.”

You tried to look him in the eye. But ended up staring off the side of him. You smiled, but it felt weird. “Thank you.”

“So what’ll you be having, pretty lady?” Nemuri flung an arm over your shoulder. “Mmm, is that perfume I smell -”

Your face felt hot. You excused yourself and pulled her over to a far wall. You tried to square her up as much as possible. But you could already see that she was out of it. She gave you a goofy, but ultimately knowing, grin.

“You all dressed up for Shouta?” she giggled, gesturing to the table.

You felt like you were gonna die when you followed her arm and caught his eye. You shoved her arm back to her side, shaking her by her shoulders. “Nemuri, promise me, you will not say anything about my crush. Okay?”

She pouted. “Aw, but you look so sexy dolled up. You’re sure to get his attention!”

“Nemuri, please,” you begged. “Let me do it.”

Nemuri groaned. “You need to loosen up. I’m gonna get you a drink.”

She slipped from your grasp before you could stop her. You just had to trust her. But, if you were being honest, you didn’t. Not in the least. Not when she had alcohol in her system, anyway. Any other time, you trusted her with your life.

You went back to the table. Keeping a watchful eye on Midnight. She was laughing exuberantly with the bartender. Hard to tell what she was talking about. Probably something stupid.

“You look good, by the way,” Hizashi said excitedly, pulling you out of your stupor.

You looked down at your outfit. You hardly even wore this dress. But it was good for special occasions. You smiled as you looked back at him. “Thanks. I figured I’d dust it off for tonight."

"Drinks up!” Nemuri’s voice came from behind you. She slid the guys their drinks. Then thrust one harshly into your hands, sloshing whatever it was all down you. You sucked in a sharp breath, it was ice cold. But at least the dress was black.

“Oh shit,” she cursed. “Sorry.”

You put your cup down, ready to go hunt down some napkins. But Shouta beat you to it. He was handing them to you before you could take a step. He was standing a little closer than he usually would. Like he was ready to protect you from whatever stupid thing Nemuri did next.

“Here,” he uttered. Then turned to your friend. “I think you have had enough.”

“Thanks,” you muttered your whole face feeling like an inferno. You blotted the front you, glaring at Nemuri when you heard her chuckle. “I’m going to the lady’s room, I’ll be back in a minute.”

“I’ll go with -” Nemuri started.

You sent her a sharp look. “No, you stay here.”

You groaned as you made your way to the bathroom. The night was already a disaster. You tried to dry off under the hand dryer as much as possible. You felt ridiculous. You could’ve cried. When you went back you sat opposite Nemuri, who of course forced you next to Shouta. She was honestly the worst.

“Are you okay?” Shouta asked. You were still glaring the woman across from you down, but she was just smirking.

“A little embarrassed,” you noted, shrugging. Then you looked at him. “But I’ll live. - Are you okay?”

That caught him off guard. “What?”

“I see injuries, remember? Your nose is broken. What happened?”

“It’s not a big deal. I got hit during patrols a few days ago.” He crossed his arms.

You reached your hand towards him. Then pulled back. “I can fix it. If-If you want me to mean, you don’t have to -”

Shouta shrugged. “Why not?”

You let out a breath, then gently touched his cheek with your hand. You watched the bone go back into place, then heal right up. As if it had never been broken in the first place. You gave him a little smile. “There, all fixed.”

You pulled your hand away, and Shouta reached up to feel where it healed. “Thanks.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you muttered, grabbing your cup. “It’s no big deal. I have a dumb quirk, but it comes in handy.”

You guzzled down whatever was in it. Trying to keep yourself from saying anything else stupid.

“So, you got any plans now you’re graduated?” Hizashi asked. He seemed to read the awkward aura from your side of the table.

You grinned. “I’m going to go to school to be a nurse.”

Things went a little smoother after that. You all talked about jobs and plans. The heroes talked about patrolling and the things they’d done. But Nemuri kept downing one drink after another. You were surprised she was still standing. But she’d been out to dance a few times already.

Hizashi had gotten louder. Joining the dance a couple times. Even going up to sing a few karaoke songs. This left you and Shouta to mindlessly small talk. You had a feeling those two were planning something.

“So, have you ever like -” Nemuri uttered, staring you down. Both of them were back in their seats across from you. “Thought about getting married? Or having babies?”

“Of course I have,” you chuckled, rolling your eyes. “Maybe, after I’m done school, I’ll find someone and settled down. Ya know?”

Nemuri blew air through her lips. “What if they were a hero? And they were always out and getting beat up?”

You quirked an eyebrow. “Well, I’d be the best wife to have, I guess. ‘Cause I could heal you right up -”

“Hear that, Shouta?!” Nemuri practically shouted, laughing at whatever was on her mind. “You’d have yourself a personal nurse! There are all sorts of fun things you could get up to.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Nemuri -”

She groaned. “Whhaaaatttt?? I’m tired of keeping it a seecccrreeettt. Your crush on Shouta is so big, you’re basically in love with him already.”

You briefly glanced between the two before you shot out of your seat. “You are the worst.”

You made your way out of the bar into the warm summer air. You were dying inside. “God, I’m so stupid. Why did I tell her?! I knew this would happen!”

You stared out at the passing cars. Not expecting anyone to come after you. But a few minutes later, a throat cleared behind you. You were surprised when you looked over your shoulder.

“Hey, you alright?” Shouta asked, coming to stand beside you.

“Shouta, hi,” you breathed, looking up at him. “I, uh, yeah. I’m fine. Just incredibly embarrassed.”

He smiled a little. “You should know by now that she doesn’t keep secrets.”

“Yeah.” The two of you stood in silence a long moment. Just staring into the night. “Look, Shouta - if you just want to reject me now, I totally get it. I knew I never had a chance with you anyway.”

Shouta heaved a heavy sigh. But you were not prepared for the words that came next. “Your secret wasn’t the only one she outed tonight.”

“What?” You took a step back.

Shouta rolled his eyes. “You didn’t listen very well, did you?”

“I was more worried about her telling you -”

“Think about it.”

You thought for a good long minute. “The wife thing.”

He nodded. “I mentioned it in front of her once, by accident.”

Your heart fluttered so much it hurt. “Oh.”

You both were quiet for a long minute again.

“So,” he started awkwardly. “Would you want to?”

“Would I what?” There was no way this was actually happening.

“Maybe, after nursing school, settle down. With me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh lightly. Stern faced Aizawa was standing next to you. Giving you the awkwardest confession ever. It was so cute, you just couldn’t help but chuckle.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you giggled. “But I’m pretty sure that the marriage proposal is supposed to come after we start dating.”

He looked down at the ground. “Right…”

Gently, you put a hand on his arm. “But I would love to if you want to.”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t serious.” He flicked your forehead lightly and gave you a little smile. “I have early patrols on a day coming up. Afterward, we should go out and do something.”

You nodded, unable to contain the smile on your face. “Yeah, sure, I’d like that.”

You weren’t really sure what to do. Hug him, kiss him, shake his hand. You went for the hug. Rambling quickly into his chest, “I was honestly more worried about how you react to the news than what you would say.”

You backed away, but he surprisingly kept a hand on your waist. “What was the worst that could happen?"

You sighed. "I dunno. I thought you’d hate me. Or laugh me off. Or get up and leave. Or think my quirk was useless and not want to go out with me. - There’s a lot of things that could go wrong.”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic. And you have a good quirk. There aren’t many people with healing abilities.”

You were silent again. Enjoying the warmth and static now between you. You were all warm and shaky. Overall excited that this was happening. You were on cloud nine.

“Think we should go back in?” you asked, nodding towards the door.

“Let’s go in separate,” Shout suggested. “It’ll drive those two insane.”

“Hizashi knows?” You quirked a brow.

He nodded. “He’s known longer than Nemuri. And she probably told him about you. Neither of them can keep a secret.”

You two walked in separately. And he was right, it did drive those two insane. They were trying to figure out what happened. If you two had gotten together.

“Gguuuuuyyyysss, are you mad at mmmeeeeeee?!” Nemuri whined. “I’m ssooorrrrrryyyy. You two are just too cute together! And you’re lucky I’ve kept your secrets this long!!”

“What’re you complaining about, yo?! I’ve known longer than you have!” Hizashi scoffed.

“Nnnooooooo, I’ve known about his crush for two years longer than I knew about [Name]’s crush!!”

“Well I’ve known since he met her!”

Nemuri stood, her face flush with alcohol. Her hand was on her sleeve. “I’ll put you to sleep, speaker boy!”

The two spent the rest of the night arguing. Trying to figure out timelines and markers to see who really knew the longest. You knew it’d come up inconclusive. But you and Shouta sat and watched the whole utterly amused. If only they’d paid attention. The entire time you two were sneakily holding hands under the table.

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Iron Dad AU Fic Recs

this is gonna be kinda long

Stark Industries: An American Workplace by fourdaysofrain

“No, I don’t--” The corner of Peter’s mouth twitches down and he looks at something behind the camera. “Mr. Stark doesn’t treat me any differently than the other employees. I don’t know why everyone says he does.” He tugs his sleeve down his wrist and looks to the side. “I’m the receptionist, so he has to talk to me more to like, plan his calendar and stuff.” --- The Office!AU (For the "AU: TV/Movie" square in Irondad Bingo

We’re Alright by writing-in-my-spare-time

When billionaire Tony Stark comes into the cafe late one night to get his caffeine hit, he finds barista Peter busy doing homework. The homework is quite advanced and right up Tony's alley, and the two hit it of immediately over their shared love of science. But when a masked gunman interrupts their bonding session, Tony knows he'll do anything to make sure Peter is alright.

Prompt: Modern Day/No Powers AU

Apartment 43B by @ironfamjam (my most favourite author ever)

After Peter gets stabbed clean through, he knows he can't let May see. His genius plan? Sneak into his best friend's apartment and clean himself up.

The problem?

It's the wrong apartment.

Enter Tony Stark, the ex-CEO that disappeared off the face of the earth three years ago, armed with his handy little first aid kit, custom made coffee machine, and witty anecdotes.

Somehow, the breaking in becomes a habit.

Irondad Bingo Prompt: Hurt/Comfort

Walking The Grey Line by ALittleBattyLady

When Ben Parker dies in his arms, a little piece of Peter dies too. At age 14 he's spiraling down into a hole of emptiness and just can't seem to move forward. Then he accidentally texts the wrong number. Tony thought he could handle whatever the world threw at him, but Steve's betrayal was something he hadn't expected. Months later he's still struggling to pick up the pieces. Then after a wicked bender, he wakes up with a text from a stranger.

They've built themselves a world that exists within nonsensical messages, where Peter finds a father figure he never expected and Tony finds himself worrying for a kid who shouldn't have to suffer so much. Still, the world still exists outside of their bubble of texts. The Avengers have been broken apart, the Accords are nowhere near perfect. Peter's uncle is dead and he's about to be thrown into a world of heroes.

What started as a chance meeting through a strayed text is about to turn into so much more.

AKA The Wrong Number Irondad Au no one asked for, but received

If You’re Going Through Hell, Keep On Going by @baloobird

In a world with no superheroes or powers, Tony Stark turns over a new leaf after his plight with Afghanistan. He goes to therapy and it changes his life, so much so that he decides to open up his own practice and help people that are like him.

His newest client: Eight-year-old Peter Parker

Little did he know that he would actually become attached to one of his patients

What Occurred In Raychester Castle? by @fictionart

Lord Anthony Stark is the Earl of Raychester castle. He inherited it from his father when he died, and soon he'll be married to the lovely Lady Virginia Potts. His life the perfect example of Victorian values, everything was going the way it should have.

Until one day, one of his lower servants worms his way into Tony's heart, and introduces him to a world Tony knew was there, but had never seen, and challenges the very way he viewed the world.

Yet, it doesn't feel like such a mistake.

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Or a historical AU of Tony Stark and Peter Parker set in 1890s fictional Britain, where Tony is an Earl and Peter is a lowly servant.

Our Pages Flipped In Reverse by @ciaconnaa

Fifteen year old Peter Parker makes headlines when he's captured in a terrorist attack during a Sokovian science convention. Three months later, he's a household name when there's reports he busted out of a cave in some ridiculous iron suit.

With a miniaturized version of Tony Stark's infamous arc reactor in his chest.

Naturally, this means the two have to meet.

Intern Spider by @justme--emily

Penny Parker applied to the pilot Stark Industries internship program before she got her powers. But when Mr. Stark becomes her personal and superhero mentor, she'll have to get creative to keep the two identities separate...and secret.

ever in your favour by @iron-spider

Peter startles awake when someone shakes him.

“Sorry, honey,” May says. Peter blinks a couple times and she comes into focus, her hair pulled back from her face. She’s trying not to look a certain way, but he can see it in her eyes anyway. She clears her throat, keeps talking. “But it’s…” She glances away, wets her lips. “You gotta get ready.”

He remembers what day it is, and his heart beats like a drum at someone’s execution. But he tries to put on a mask, make it all seem normal. It’s everything but, despite the fact that he’s been dealing with reaping day since he was born, between himself, Ben and May. That fear that one of them could be taken away. Sent to surefire slaughter. But now Ben is gone, taken despite never having his name drawn from a bowl, and May’s finally safe. Now Peter’s name is in there alone. The last Parker sitting on the chopping block. He doesn’t know how to be. He doesn’t know what normal is, when the Hunger Games are looming on the horizon.

A Tale As Old As Time by @keep-a-bucket-full-of-stars and @femalemarvelfanatic

A selfish man gets cursed into a metal suit, and only a little boy with a dark past and a heart of gold can break the curse. It’s a tale as old as time.

peter’s stars by @parkrstark and IronPengu

Steve and Peter lose their apartment and are kicked out on the streets. Steve has to juggle between jobs to earn whatever money he can, take care of his son while refusing to let him realize how much they're trouble in, and keep them warm and safe on the city streets in winter.

So, he really doesn't have time to date the billionaire that flirts with him everyday as he buys his cup of coffee. Even if he did, he can't let himself fall for the man. Because if he knew that he lived from a backpack and showered in a public bathroom there's no way he'd still want him...right?

Make Way For Tomorrow by @tonystarkstan

Before Ben died, Peter won a booth to present his project at the Stark Expo. But even on the run from the foster care system, he can't pass up the opportunity to attend and show the world his project. It all goes so well, until it doesn't. Trying to avoid being caught, Peter runs out on Tony just as the man is about to make him the offer of a lifetime.

Bold of him to assume Tony won't try to find him.

It All Comes Back To This by @tonystarkstan

After a car accident leaves him hanging somewhere between life and death, Peter must decide whether to stay or die. The answer isn't as easy as he thought it'd be. Luckily, he has his friends and the Avengers there to help him figure it out.

Have Patience, Quick Wit and a Gentle Heart by @ironfamjam

“I’m your fairy-” he scowled, looking pained, “you know what, no. I’m not going to say that. It’s ridiculous and not even accurate. I don’t know who invented those fairy tales you humans love so much, but they’re beyond terrible."

"Wait..." Peter tried to hide his grin, "Are you my fairy godmother?" he laughed, unable to stop no matter how hard he tried.

The man glowered. "Watch it kid. I could turn you into a frog instead."

The Irondad Cinderella AU one person asked for

More Ancient Than Magic by ironfamjam

Life isn't exactly normal when your Head of House is also kinda your father-figure and his daughter is kinda sorta your little sister.

It's also not normal when the bad guys your real-life-war-hero-not-actually-dad defeated in The Great War threaten to return and you're still just trying to finish your Charms essay.

But Professor Stark asked him to protect Morgan. And that's what he's going to do.

Even if it breaks him.

The mini Hogwarts AU

The Case Of The Sinister Spider

In New York City, Peter Parker finds his entire life up-ended when he gets a phone call informing him of May Parker's tragic accident. But when new evidence comes to light proving foul play, no one in the NYPD will give Peter the time of day.

No one that is, except genius consulting detective on probation, Tony Stark. But Tony has his own demons to fight. Struggling to maintain his sobriety after a tragedy in London forced him overseas, Tony learns that what mends hearts might not be at the bottom of a bottle, but something like a string of unsolved murders and perhaps even love.

Or, the Elementary AU no one asked for

Only For A Little While by eccentric_artist_221b

Exploring the relationship between Tony Stark and Peter Parker if they had been passengers aboard the Titanic over 106 years ago…. an Irondad AU

a galaxy far, far away by @madasthesea

a star wars au if tony and peter were master and padawan

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add to this list if you know any more awesome fics with an au!

#irondad #irondad fic recs #tony stark #peter parker #alternate universe #star wars #titanic #beauty and the beast #historical au #homeless! peter parker #sherlock #cinderella au #female! peter parker #penny parker #the office

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I wish you would write a fic where... high school starker au where both peter and tony get bit by the spider

warnings: 16!peter, 17!tony, hs au. nothing nff, we’re keeping it pg this time around. pre-relationship, but don’t get it twisted, it’s still written with starker in mind

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Peter wasn’t sure what it was, but it wasn’t dangerous.

Ever since the bite, things had been “different.” Peter could hear, see, smell things at a frequency he could barely stand. It was like someone had gone into his settings and pushed everything to their maximum levels, and then some. He couldn’t stand being in band anymore; no offense to Justin’s perfect cymbal playing, but any more sessions after the first two he tried to push through, and Peter was sure he was going to go deaf.

Along with the dialed-up senses came a premonition-like feeling that started at the back of his head, just at the base of his skull, and spread out to his extremities like lightning. Peter wasn’t sure what to call it, beyond “a lifesaver.” It had alerted him to things like a car that ran a red light and gave him just enough time to yank Ned out of the way.

(They didn’t mention that Ned had also ended up tossed three feet behind Peter on the sidewalk. His near-death experience took priority over that fact.)

It had also been handy in alerting him when Flash was in a particularly vicious mood. He managed to avoid most beatings when his senses went off, but on rare occasions, Peter found himself cornered in a bathroom stall. He feared his secret being found out more than he feared a swirlie, so fighting back quickly became a non-option.

This feeling, though...

Peter felt it again while eating lunch with Ned. They were discussing a new Lego set to complete over the weekend, with Ned mentioning pulling an all-nighter at his place to complete it in one sitting. Peter had been tuning out his “danger sense” after making eye contact with Flash across the lunchroom, but this new feeling overwhelmed the other. He had been in the middle of shoveling terrible cafeteria spaghetti into his mouth, and his plastic fork never made it to his lips.

Warmth spread across his chest, up into his shoulders and down past his ribs. He sat up, tried (and failed) not to look panicked as it made its way to the tips of his fingers. What panicked him more than the feeling itself was the fact that he didn’t feel panicked like the other sense made him. He was calm. He felt safe. Safe, in high school, of all things.

Flash staring daggers into the back of his head not withstanding.

Peter ignored Ned’s question of “Hey, what’s up?” to look over his shoulder and around the lunchroom. Aside from MJ making eye contact and flipping him the bird, there was nothing that should have garnered his attention. Classmates and underclassmen carried their trays to their tables, or took them outside to sit in the sun, and the lunch ladies were busy cleaning off tables and taking away empty trays.

It was normal level of activity for a high school cafeteria. What was his body picking up on that he wasn’t?

“Hey, uh, Pete?” A rushed tapping on Peter’s worn plaid sleeve caught his attention from his classmates. Peter tore his eyes away from the busy room to his best friend, looking a little bug-eyed at something to Peter’s right. “Did you piss off our resident delinquent?”

“Did I what?” Peter asked. Ned grit his teeth and pointed a shaky finger over Peter’s other shoulder.

Peter wasn’t subtle in glancing, but he did feel his heart stutter when he locked eyes with the last person he wanted to be involved with: Tony Stark, local heir to a multi-billion dollar company, party junkie, and overall bane to the NYPD’s existence. The fact that his father hadn’t publicly disowned his own son was a testament to how dedicated his family was to their “legacy.”

And said heir to that legacy was giving Peter the most intense glare he had ever been subjected to. The boy was hunched over whatever concoction his family’s chef had whipped together for him, currently going untouched in favor of narrowing his eyes and burning a hole into the back of Peter’s head. Peter could hear the leather of Tony’s jacket creak from across the room when he lifted his hands from the table and folded them in front of his mouth.

Peter turned so violently back to Ned that he was sure that cracking sound he heard was his own neck.

“Great, now two people want me dead,” he groaned and ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve barely said ten words to the guy! The most interaction we’ve had was me asking him to borrow a pencil in shop because I left mine in my locker.”

“How many words did you use?”

Peter flicked what might have been a chunk of beef at his friend. “Not funny.”

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Peter had to wait for May to fall asleep to go on patrol tonight. She had wanted to watch movies together, and Peter loved spending time with her, but his skin itched to get out and swing between buildings, catch a few purse-snatchers, and breathe. Their apartment in Queens was small and comfortable, but there were some days where he felt suffocated in his little bedroom. He needed space, to feel free.

And after tucking May into bed and making sure his own door was closed and the lights turned off, Peter was out and flying through the air, homemade suit and mask covering his features.

The webbing he made was a new formula, meant to be stronger and dissolve faster. He had gotten the rate down to less than fours hours now, which lowered the cops’ chance of using the leftover webs to track him down. They hadn’t gotten close yet, but there was no need to leave it to chance.

It was a slow night tonight. One mugger, and he had been so easy to web up into a wall that Peter wondered if it was his first time doing it. The old lady he saved had given him a cherry-flavored cough drop as a reward, and Peter sucked thoughtfully on it while swinging and landing on the top of an apartment complex.

A deep breath in brought with it the smell of roasting coffee beans from the coffee shop across the street. Peter didn’t drink the stuff, but the smell of it was divine. It was one of his favorite places to take a breather during his patrol.

Peter was halfway through his cough drop and still breathing in the scent of a freshly-made latte when he felt it again: that warmth in his chest, tingling out towards his fingertips. He started, up on his feet, mask hastily and clumsily pulled down and over his face.

He turned in time to see a figure climb up over the edge of the roof’s barrier, pause, and then jump down and land heavily on its feet. Peter’s fingers found the trigger to his webshooters. He was already calculating his potential escape as the figure stepped further into view, and he could make out more details.

It was male, if the skin-tight armor said anything about him. And “armor” was a proper term. It was thin and flexible, moving with each minute gesture of the figure’s body, but there was no mistaking that it was made of some type of metal. Deep crimson with gold inlays and plating on his sides and the inner plating of his arms and legs. His mask portrayed a scowling gold face amongst the crimson, but its eyes were bright blue slits.

His counterpart had money, if not the most insane technical skills Peter had ever seen. And he had to be the source of the feeling in Peter’s chest.

Peter wasn’t given an opportunity to speak. The figure stepped up so closely that he felt the compulsion to step back.

The mask glanced down, head cocked, and Peter felt very self-conscious. He crossed his arms across his chest, hands tucked securely in his armpits, and took two more steps back.

“Um, c-can I help you?” he asked. He did his best not to wince when his voice cracked and cleared his throat.

“You’re like me,” came the reply. The voice was unrecognizable behind a filter that gave it a metallic rasp. “I can feel it. I thought I was going crazy, but I’m not. I’m not crazy!”

“Yeah, sure.” Peter took another step. “Um, I’m gonna go.”

“Hold it, Parker!”

Fingers wrapped around his arm as he turned to move away, hand already outstretched to cast a web and pull himself off the room. Something else curled into his chest, fear, panic, making his heart race into his throat. Peter whipped around and tore his arm from the stranger’s grip. He nearly choked on the cough drop still lingering between his teeth and cheek.

How do you know who I am? He wanted to ask. He wanted to grab the figure and slam him against the nearest wall and demand answers from him. Peter had been so careful. How did someone already know?

“Oscorp, right?” the figure asked. He held his hands palm-out in front of Peter. Was he trying to reassure or calm Peter down? “The, the spiders. The little red spiders, right? You got bit, didn’t you?”

Peter’s mouth went dry. “How do you”—

“Me too!” The figure’s voice went high, and he patted the side of his neck. “It crawled into my jacket while I was visiting with my dad. Where did you get bit?”

Peter pointed weakly to the back of his left hand. The stranger immediately grabbed it, turning it over and finding the webshooters. He touched the trigger and jumped back when the webbing shot out and attached to his chest.

“Whoa! So that’s how you did it. I saw you swinging around, earlier. Wait, did you make this?”

“Who even are you?” Peter asked, stepping away again and disconnecting himself. “How do you know about the spiders at Oscorp?”

“Oh. Sorry, um, allow me to introduce myself. We’ve met before, though.”

The figure stepped back but remained in the light. He lifted his arm up and Peter was grateful his mask hid the way he gaped at the command board that projected from the bracer. The figure tapped at it, inputting a few commands for his suit. Peter swallowed the cough drop whole.

The plating over his face slid away. Tony Stark’s proud grin replaced it.

#i swear i could write an entire like 70k fic of this if i had the time #maybe i'll come back to it #starker #peter parker x tony stark #ironspider #my work #Anonymous

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Bad Habits

This was requested by a lovely lady!

Moodboard was done by the beautiful: @lovely-kpopp-blog

Pairing: Chanyeol x reader/ Siwon x reader/ Surprisr x reader.

Warning: Cheating, SMUT, light stalking, swearing.

Word Count: 11.9k

Everyone has bad habits, whether its smoking, drinking, drugs, or stealing.

And others, like you, it just so happens to be sleeping with a man who is engaged. You never planned on being a mistress, in fact you had always hated those who cheated, but everything that happened in your life led you up to where you are now.

Always remember, there’s two sides to every story.

All your life you’d looked up to the man who raised you, your father. He was a king to you, the one who would always be there for you, the one who scared away the monsters. He was the one who protected you from all the scary things as you grew up. He was there for you everyday when you got home from school with a warm smile on his face and his arms outright, ready to embrace you.

Until one day he wasn’t there. And the next day he wasn’t. It had been months since you had seen your father, and your mother refused to talk about it. She would only shake her head and weep if you brought him up, so eventually you stopped asking. Until about a year later, when you were 18, you had gotten a phone call from him. He wanted to see you and explain his absence. You were hesitant, rightfully so bit you ultimately agreed to meet him.

A part of you was excited to finally see him after countless returned letters, and unanswered phone calls. You arrive at the coffee shop he suggested meeting at and the first thing you see is a smile that you would recognize anywhere. Your father, was laughing with another woman. He had his arms wrapped around a woman that was not your mother, and that’s when it hit you.

He really had been cheating on your mom. He had really left her for a younger woman. You wanted to deny it all this time, refusing to believe that your father would do anything like that. Until now, when it smacked you in the face and you couldn’t fight back the tears. As your father waved at you, anger immediately took over your body. You stomped over there, the tears flowing. Your dads smiling face faltered to confused and upset, seeing you in the state you were in.

“Y/N, what’s.. “ he began before you cut him off.

“So this is why you disappeared? You left mom and I for some fucking hussy" you spit, gesturing to the woman who now looked uncomfortable.

“Its not what you think" your father tried to explain. “Just let me explain" he tries.

“Fucking save it" you spit. “I don’t want to see you ever again" you cry. Turning around you storm out of the shop, running down the sidewalk, blinded by your tears.

You hadn’t seen your father in 7 years. It’s not as though he hadn’t tried to reach out to you. He tried constantly for the last 7 years, including the other day, but you refused.

Now you were happy. You had put enough of your past with your father behind you to have a relatively healthy relationship and did your best to trust him. You and Chanyeol had been together for almost 3 years and you’d never been happier.

You had just transferred to a new company, and he was the first person to show you around and be nice to you. After that first day, you always ate lunch together, you went out on weekends, went for coffee. You two were constantly together. You had fallen fast and easily for him. You were hesitant when he asked you to be his girlfriend because you weren’t sure if you could trust him.

Would he hurt you? Would he treat you right? Would he leave you? All those questions swarmed your head, but despite all your hesitations, you said yes. And you were so glad you did.

The life you had built with him was so amazing. You were beyond happy and could see a life going further with him. He had recently been bringing up the possibility of marriage and children and your heart fluttered. You were happy.

You were, until tonight.

You had been working a little later than usual, It was a Sunday, but your boss had needed you to come in and help him with some case studies. Being a secretary to a lawyer was exhausting. You worked long hours, most days. However, he was going away for a few weeks so that meant you had some paid time off, and you couldn’t wait. You sent Chanyeol a quick message telling him you’d be home around 9pm and he replied he wanted to have a movie night and cuddle. After the week you had, you looked forward to it immensely.

To your surprise, you had finished work rather early, around 7pm. You happily packed up your belongings and head home on the bus. You only lived a few blocks away from work, which was handy but you weren’t in the best neighborhood so the bus was a safer option for you.

You were excited as you walked up the stairs to your front door.

You were excited as you turned your key in the lock.

You were happy as you slipped off your heels and your jacket, before reaching around and unhooking your bra, taking it off and throwing it onto the couch.

You were happy until you noticed another bra on the couch. One that definitely did not belong to you.

You were happy until you heard the familiar moans of Chanyeol. Him growling the same words he said to you as he fucked you. The same names he called you in and out of bed.

You burst through the door, to find Chanyeol fucking some girl from behind.

More specifically, your best friend.

“Y/N. It’s not what it looks like" she cries as Chanyeol pulls out of her quickly, scrambling off the bed.

“I can explain baby" he huffs, finding anything he could use to cover himself up with.

At this point you were numb. You just stared at the two people in the world you thought would never hurt you. The two people you thought you could trust with anything. They knew your past. They knew you had a hard time trusting people, but these were the only two that you had opened up too, spilling your deepest, darkest secrets. You told everything to them.

“How could you?” you ask. You want to cry. You want to scream, but you couldn’t. “After everything I’ve told you. You knew everything about my past and you go and do this? The two people I’ve trusted the most betray me in the worst possible way.” You whisper.

“Please Y/N, please let me explain. It was a mistake. It was never supposed go happen" Minsoo, your best friend.. ex best friend cries.

“Really? Then what was supposed to happen?” you spit, the rage finally building up. You clench your fists, tightly. How dare they try to excuse this?

“He called me a few weeks ago to help him plan the proposal he was going to do.” she whispers.

“So it’s been going on a few weeks?” you scoff. “You claim you love me and want to propose and have fucking children with me, but you can’t keep your fucking cock in your pants?”

“She kissed me first! She said how she wished she had a man like me!” Chanyeol yells, in an attempt to defend himself.

“Why didn’t you just, I don’t know.. push her off? Or are you just fucking clueless?” you scoff. “And a man like him?” you ask, pointing to Minsoo. “So what, you just decide to take him for yourself like the greedy bitch you are?”

“I never meant too..” Minsoo begins before Chanyeol cuts her off.

“We can work through this.. all of us. We can put it behind us. We can get married and I will stay away from Minsoo" Chanyeol offers.

“Or.. you can both get fucked. Oh wait, looks like you’ve already done that.” You spit, storming out of the room.

Everything was blurry, you could barely see through your tears. Somehow you ended up a nightclub. The music blaring, women smiling as they danced on men, who would likely fuck them over.

As you ordered your fourth tequila shot, the tears wouldn’t stop flowing. What the fuck, is all you could think. You huffed as you pulled your phone out of your pocket.

71 missed calls. 104 new messages.

You read a few from Chanyeol.

Please baby.

I’m so sorry.

I love you.

And you read a few from Minsoo.

It was a mistake.

I can’t lose you over a guy.

Please talk to me.

You scoffed at both of them. They were likely still at the apartment, telling each other what to say. You wished them well. You were sure she would end up knocked up by him, he would cheat again and leave her to take care of their kid. They had a bright future together.

Tossing your phone on the bar, you groaned as you dropped your head into your hands. You wanted to scream and curse, but instead you looked up and ordered another shot.

“You okay?” the man beside you asked, sipping on his drink.

“No" you say, your eyes still shut.

“Ahh. Trouble in paradise?” he chuckles.

“Paradise?” you laugh. “You mean hell? I caught my boyfriend and my best friend fucking in my bed tonight.” You declare.

“Fuck, they sound shitty" He sighs. “Bartender, another round for my friend here" he says.

You look at him, seeing an extremely handsome face. His suit was tight, showing off his large muscle. “Shitty? Try tasteless, foul, sleazy scums of the earth.” You say.

He laughs. “Fair enough. Could I interest you in a dance? Maybe take your mind off things, at least temporary” he offers.

“I don’t even know your name" you say, looking him straight in the eyes.

“Choi Siwon" he answers, extending his hand to you.

“Y/N L/N" you say, returning the shake. “If you buy me another drink, I’ll consider it" you smirk, raising an eyebrow.

“Bartender. Two more shots please” he smiles, his eyes never leaving your face.

Twenty minutes later, you’re doing your best to casually walk out of the men’s bathroom, your lipstick smeared and your hair a mess. You try to adjust yourself, to make it look like you hadn’t just been fucked hard.

As you’re walking through the small hallway, a smile forms on your face as your think about what happened only minutes ago, and what led up to that moment.

*You and Siwon taking a shot, your eyes never losing contact.

You licking your lips as you stare at his.

Him cocking his eyebrow as he puts his hand on your thigh, slowly rubbing his fingers up and down.

You getting off the barstool, excusing yourself to the bathroom and ‘accidently’ rubbing your ass against him. You peering over your shoulder as you walk away, your hips swaying.

Siwon grinning as he quickly follows you.

Him grabbing your shoulder and spinning you around before you’re able to walk into the women’s bathroom, nudging his knee in-between your legs, your wrist pinned against the wall.

“You sure about this?” he had asked you.

“Fuck me" you whined.*

Sitting on the same barstool, your pussy aches for more as you think about how he sat you on the sink and hiked up your skirt before moving your panties to the side. His tounge licking you, his mouth sucking your clit. The way he only undid his pants enough to allow his cock to spring free, before entering you raw. The way his large hand clamped itself over your mouth, as he pounded his cock into you.

You ached for more. However, he had disappeared after you had left the bathroom. What ever happened to the dance you were supposed to get? You assumed he had just gotten what he wanted and you were now going to head back to your apartment to deal with the shit show that was your life now. Nodding at the bartender, you just want to pay your tab now and get this shitty conversation over as quickly as you could.

“I’d like to pay my tab" you half slur.

The bartender chuckles. “It’s been taken care of, by your friend. This is also for you" he tells you, sliding a napkin towards you.

Opening it up you see a phone number with a short message. ‘Let’s do it again. 2262836375. - S'

A smile plasters over your face as you shove the note into your bra, getting up to head out. Arriving back at your apartment, you’re met by a crying Chanyeol and Minsoo, both still crying but finally dressed.

“Is there a reason you’re both still crying on my fucking couch?”

“We’re too distraught to do anything else” Minsoo cries.

“Well you can both do whatever the fuck you want. I’m grabbing your shit and you can get out.” You snap at Chanyeol, walking into the bedroom.

You’re immediately disgusted as you stare at the bed you once shared with Chanyeol. It was once a special place for the two of you, the secrets you shared, the laughter, the tears. It was all now tainted by the two people you trusted most. Now you were going to have to burn it. After grabbing everything he had left there, you roll his suitcase out into the living room, where the two are still sitting on the couch, crying.

“Please Y/N. I love you" Chanyeol says, looking at you with the puppy dog eyes that used to melt your heart.

And now you just felt rage. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have fucked my best friend. Sorry, ex best friend" you spit, glaring at Minsoo. “I hope the two of you have a terrible fucking life together. You deserve it. Now get the fuck out" you snap, practically shoving the two of them out the door. “Fuck you" you smile at both of them before slamming the door.

You slide down, bringing your knees to your chest. You didn’t want to cry, you were a badass bitch. What you needed was another distraction. You pulled the napkin from your bra, looking at the note from Siwon again. You pulled out your phone, deleting all the messages from Chanyeol and Minsoo that were begging you to forgive them. You type in Siwon's number, sending him a quick text, wondering why he gave you his number after he disappeared right after he got what he wanted.

[2:05am] You: Why would you leave your number, if you just left right after we were finished? – Y/N

[2:07am] Siwon: I didn’t disappear, you left me. I felt rather hurt and betrayed, if I’m being honest.

[2:09am] You: When I turned around you were gone. If anyone should be hurt and betrayed, it should be me.

[2:10am] Siwon: Let me make it up to you. Dinner this Thursday?

You smiled as you reread his text. You really shouldn’t be doing this, considering you just got out of a serious relationship. However, what better way to get over someone than to get under someone new?

[2:12am] You: Sounds good.

[2:14am] I’ll text you details later. Get some sleep, beautiful.

You plugged your phone in before grabbing spare blankets and a pillow from your closet. You would have to get rid of your bed tomorrow and all your favorite sheets and pillows.

Monday you had a hard time concentrating due to your phone constantly buzzing with pleas from Chanyeol for you to just sit down and meet with him. You finally turned your phone off. You didn’t want to see him face to face yet.

Tuesday was the same.

And so was Wednesday.

You finally decided Thursday you would meet up with him after work, since dinner with Siwon wasn’t until 8pm. You sat in the café with your hands wrapped around a coffee mug. You had gotten there 20 minutes early and had yet to have a drink of your almost cold beverage. You felt like your stomach was going to drop from the anticipation of Chanyeol’s arrival.

The moment you saw him, you felt like you might actually end up punching him in the face. He looked worn out. His hair was a mess and greasy, the bags under his eyes made him look like he hadn’t slept in days.

“Hi” he whispered as his slide into the seat across from you.

“Hello" you answered back, avoiding eye contact.

You stared at your mug, finally decided to at least have a sip. Your mouth was dry. “I don’t know what you want me to say to you. And there isn’t really much you can say to me to make this better, Chanyeol.”

“I know I can’t make it better. But I want to at least try to have you forgive me, or explain my actions.” He says, maintaining eye contact.

“Say what you need too"

“I firstly want to apologize again. It was never my intention to do that. You need to know, I do truly love you. I did try to refuse and get her to stop but she told me you were seeing someone else and that it could be payback.” He tells you. “I realize now she just said that to get me into bed. I’m not excusing my actions, I should have known better"

“Yeah you should have. I never cheated on you. I never once even thought about it. You knew how I felt about cheating. How I watched my mom suffer because of my fathers infidelity.”

“I never wanted to make you feel like that. At the time I was hurt and confused and thought of it as revenge.” Chanyeol whispers.

“Well that’s just stupid. I thought you knew me better than that. Guess I was wrong.” You say.

“Is there anyway we can start over? Clean slate?” he wonders.

“No. There’s nothing you could ever do to make me trust you again. Frankly I don’t even want to be around you. Goodbye, Chanyeol" you finish, standing up and walking out the door with your head held high.

Going home, you sat on your couch for a few minutes, trying to process what he had said. Could you trust him again? Possibly. Did you want to trust him again and be with him? Absolutely not.

Standing up, you take a few deep breaths, getting rid of the sadness you were feeling over a lost 3 year relationship. You walked towards your room, plugging your phone in and began to play a playlist that made you feel good. You opened up your closet, deciding what to wear tonight.

You had no idea where the two of you were going, so you opted for a red dress with spaghetti straps and an open back. It fell mid thigh and hugged your curve perfectly, while the back was a little looser. You decided on no panties tonight. Dancing your way into the bathroom, you sing along to one of your favorite songs, All I Wanna Do by Jay Park. You did a smoky eye and red lipstick to complete your look.

You took your hair from the bun you had it in for work, letting your hair flow down into a natural look. Glancing at the clock, you see it’s about 20 minutes until your date. You walk to your phone, checking to see is Siwon had messaged you, and he did. He told you the location was a surprise but he asked for your address to pick you up. You sent him your location before heading back to your closet to pick a pair of shoes. You decided to go for a pair of black pumps that accentuated your legs.

Grabbing your purse, you head down to the front of your building to wait for his arrival. A part of you wanted to go to dinner, get drunk and eat some good food with some pretty good company. But the other part of you, the dirty girl wanted to have Siwon in between your legs again, instead. As a car pulled up, the passenger side window rolled down, revealing a smiling Siwon.

“Well hello there"

“Hi" you smile, climbing into the front seat.

“You look amazing” Siwon purrs, eyeing your body.

“Well thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself" you say, buckling yourself in. “So where are we going?” you ask. Your curiosity was definitely getting the best of you.

“It’s a surprise" he winks.

“I also have a surprise for you" you say in a seductive whispe, feeling brave. New you, new attitude.

"Oh? And what’s that?” he asks.

“I’ll have to show you" you smirk, grabbing his hand from his lap while you part your legs, placing his hand on your bare pussy. “Surprise” you say.

You didn’t know what it was about Siwon. You had only known him for a few days, your relationship with Chanyeol freshly over, and here you were being a hoe for a man you didn’t know at all. But yet, you couldn’t help it. He brought the dirty girl in you out to play. The adventurous one that you couldn’t be with Chanyeol because he was to nervous about being caught. You needed the excitement of possibly being caught, you loved the thrill of fucking anywhere you wanted. And that’s what you got with Siwon.

“Oh fuck. You’re a dirty one, aren’t you?” he asks with a smirk. “You’re going to be the death of me" he says, as he begins rubbing your clit. “I don’t think we’re going to make dinner" he growls, pulling the car over on the side of a relatively busy street. “Backseat" he demands.

Giddy like a child on Christmas morning, you got out of the front, moving your way to the backseat. Before you can even close the door to the backseat, Siwon has your dress almost ripped off. His moves your bra out of the way, sucking harshly on one of your nipples as he massages the other one. You throw your head back as you begin to palm his already hard cock through his pants. Likely from your stunt a few minutes ago.

“What do you want baby?” he growls, nipping at your earlobe.

“Your cock. Let me suck your cock" you moan, needing to feel it down your throat.

“Fuck" he says, undoing his pants and yanking them down quickly. His cock springs free, and you immediately lean forward, licking the red tip. “Shit. Don’t tease" he begs, bucking his hips, needing you to suck it harder.

You wrap your lips around his cock, swallowing as much of him as you can take before bringing your head back up, keeping your cheeks sucked together. Using your tounge you swirl it around as you continue to bob your head up and down, while massaging his balls.

“Fuck" he hisses, bucking his hips once again, shoving his cock down your throat even more. Before you can lick your lips, his mouth is on yours, and he’s leaning you back. He grabs your legs, bringing them up as high as he can before lining himself up with your entrance.

“Dirty girl" he purrs, slowly entering you. His cock stretching you out, filling you up more than you ever have had before.

“Oh my god" you cry out, your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head. “Your cock feels so good" you moan, as Siwon begins thrusting himself into you.

“Do you want me to fuck you hard and fast?” he pants.

“Yes, please” you cry. Siwon slams his cock into you slowly but harshly, jolting your body with every thrust. You reach in between your legs, rubbing your clit, chasing the anticipated high you know is coming. Your legs stiffen as his grip tightens around your ankles, pounding into as hard as he can, needing his release just as much as you. His thrusts become erratic and slow down right as your orgasm washes through your body, tingling you everywhere, his following not far behind.

As Siwon pulls himself out of you, you both sat in the back huffing, your bodies sweating. “You’re going to be an adventure” he laughs. “I can feel it" he finishes, getting himself dressed as you put your dress back on. “Would you still like to go for dinner?” he asks, slipping his shoes on.

“Absolutely. I’m famished.” You smile, slipping your stilettos on before getting back into the front seat. Arriving at the restaurant, you immediately know the place.

Chanyeol took you here often. He always paid as he had a way better paying job than you. You groaned at the sight of it.

“What was that groan for?” he asks.

“This is a very expensive restaurant” you mutter. He laughs.

You like his laugh.

“It is” he states. “What’s the problem?”

“I can’t afford it" you say, embarrassed.

“Did you really think I was going to make you pay? I wouldn’t have asked you out if I expected you to pay for yourself. Order whatever your little heart desires. I got it" he winks, grabbing your hand to take you inside.

The two of you are seated in a semi private section, where it’s not so loud. As the waiter hands you your menu’s Siwon checks to see what kind of wine you like before ordering the most expensive bottle.

Chanyeol would always order what he liked and you would either have to drink it or just have your water. You smile as you read the menu. Finally you’d be able to order for yourself. It’s not that Chanyeol was controlling or abusive, he just had a habit of ordering for you while you were at restaurants. He always insisted you’d love what he picked and sometimes you did, sometimes you didn’t. He wanted you to try new things.

Your wine is poured for you, and you and Siwon place your orders. He orders another expensive thing, along with an appetizer for the two of you to share. Of course he made sure you liked what he picked before he ordered it. It was different, and you liked it.

“So what do you do to be able to afford such a luxury as a place like this?” you ask, taking a sip of your white wine.

“I’m a lawyer. Defense attorney” he tells you.

“Really? I work for a defense attorney, as his secretary.” You tell him.

“Who?”

“Kim Junmyeon" as the name slips from your mouth, Siwon’s face turns sour.

“You work for that fuckbag?” he scoffs. “He’s such an ass and well..” he pauses.

“Well what?” you ask.

“I’m not really supposed to say" he admits.

“Tell me" you pressure him with a dazzling smile.

“He’ll be getting fired, tomorrow actually" Siwon tells you.

“What? So I’ll be out of a job until they find someone new?” you ask, not really asking him but more yourself. “Well shit that sucks" you groan, drinking the rest of your wine in one sip.

“They’ve actually already found someone" he says, taking a sip of his drink.

“Who?” you ask.

“Me" he chuckles.

“You? You’re going to be my be my new boss?” you ask, trying not to choke.

He just nods his head.

“Well I guess this ends here. I can’t be fucking my boss" you say with a sigh.

“I’ll make an exception and let it slide. I’m sure you’ll be a very attentive secretary” he winks.

“I can assure you, I will be there for your every need" you say, licking your lips.

The two of you are there for a few hours, laughing, eating and just all around having a wonderful time. As Siwon gets up to use the bathroom, you hear someone clear their throat from beside your table. Looking up, you’re met with the angry eyes of Chanyeol.

“Who the fuck is that?” he snaps, quietly as to not make a scene.

“What does it matter to you?” You ask, looking past him, you see Minsoo sitting at a table by herself avoiding eye contact. You notice Chanyeol’s jacket on the chair across from her. The one you had gotten for him for his birthday last year.

“So what, are you two together now?” you ask, resting your chin on the palm of your hand.

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you seem to have moved on, awfully quick.” He says. “Maybe she was right and you were fucking someone while we were together.” He snarls.

“Oh fuck off Chanyeol. It’s okay for you to be dating the girl you cheated on me with but god forbid I go on a date with someone" you scoff.

“When did you meet him?” he asks.

“The night I caught you fucking her" you say. “Anymore questions?”

“Did you fuck him that night?”

“Maybe I did. Why does it matter to you? Do you want to know all the details? How many times he made me cum? What do you want?” you snap.

“You’re such a fucking whore" he spits. Right as he finishes his sentence, Siwon was at the table.

“Is there a problem here?” he asks, his voice low and annoyed.

“Not at all. Just wondering why my girlfriend is on a date with someone else" Chanyeol says, his eyes never leaving you.

“Ahh. Is this him?” he asks you.

You nod your head.

“I believe she’s your ex girlfriend. Because you know, you fucked her best friend” Siwon says, his eyes dark.

“I’d like to finish my conversation with her, alone” Chanyeol says, looking at Siwon annoyed.

“I don’t think so. She doesn’t seem to be interested in hearing your shitty excuses for your shitty behavior” Siwon tells him. “Now you better be getting back to your date and leaving mine alone before there is a problem" Siwon says, waving the waiter over. Siwon hands him a credit card to pay the bill, not even knowing the cost.

“I’ll be seeing you later " Chanyeol mutters to you, his eyes wide, before glaring at Siwon.

“Not likely” Siwon says, grabbing his card from the waiter before helping you up and wrapping his arm around your waist to guide you out of the restaurant and that situation. But before you left, you made eye contact with Minsoo on your way out. "Just so you know, your loser, cheating boyfriend begged me to take him back today. Enjoy your dinner, fuckers"

Everyone else stared at you in horror, as Siwon laughed the two of you out of the restaurant.

"Are you okay?” he asks once you’re back in the car.

“I’m fine. I just don’t know why I’ve let him get under my skin like that.” You say, annoyed.

“Would you like me to take you home?”

“Please.” You sigh. As he pulls up outside your apartment, he puts the car in park before turning off the engine. “He seems rather unstable” Siwon blurts out.

“He does, doesn’t he? I wasn’t sure if it was just me" you say, looking him in the eyes.

“Do you think he’d come here tonight?” he wonders.

“I’m not sure. I wouldn’t be surprised to be honest.” You say, a little terrified to be alone tonight.

“I can stay with you, if you’d like?” He offers. “Only if you want. No pressure"

“Please. I’m a little nervous to be alone tonight” you mumble. Siwon smiles as he gets out of the car, following you up your stairs to your door. Walking into your apartment, Siwon looks around as you go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Placing your glass in the sink, Siwon slides his hands onto your hips, working their way up your to rest on your stomach.

“You can keep going up" you breathe. Siwon moves his hands up, cupping your breasts.

“Are you not wearing a bra?” he asks.

“I didn’t put it back on after you fucked me in your car” you huff as he pinches your now perky nipples.

“How did I not notice that?” he growls, nuzzling his face into your neck, peppering it was kisses.

“Clearly you’re not very observant” you moan as he bites and sucks on your earlobe.

Siwon grips your hips, setting you down on the counter. He moves himself in between your legs, leaning himself in close to you. You had thought he was leaning in for a kiss, but his hand reached behind you, turning on the kitchen sink. You look at him with an eyebrow raised as he chuckles at you.

“Trust me" he whispers, checking to make sure the water was not too hot. Flipping a switch, Siwon grabs the hose while also turning your body around to face to sink. He smirks as he spreads your legs and then your lips, before placing the hard water stream over your clit.

“Oh my god” you shudder, your head hanging back as you clench your entire body. “Fuck that feels amazing" you cry out.

“Mhm I thought you might like it" Siwon groans, as he watches you come undone by the pulsating water. Your hand grips his bicep as you begin to feel like you’re about to explode. “How do you like this?” he asks before he inserts two fingers into you, pumping them in and out as the water hits the right spot everytime.

“Fuck I think I’m going to cum" you scream, everything becoming too much. Siwon quickens his pace as you scream out, your orgasm tearing through your body. You’re trying to catch your breath as he turns the water off and places you on the floor, bent over the counter. Your legs feel like jello, but he keeps a hand on you as he pulls down his pants, freeing his throbbing cock.

Siwon lines himself up with you, pushing his way in, hard, allowing you no time to rest. “Fuck baby girl" he grunts as he holds his shirt up, and you while slamming his thick cock into your pussy.

Weakly, you reach your hand up, gripping the counter top, trying to keep yourself from collapsing. Siwon releases your body from his hand and wraps it around you, reaching down to rub your clit. The overstimulation is almost too much as you cry out, still tender from the massive orgasm you just had.

“Please" you whimper, Siwon doesn’t slow his pace down as he pounds himself into you and rubs your clit fiercely. “I can’t. Please” you cry out, wanting to cum but also wanting and needing to not.

“Tell me to stop and I will" he growls, his pace slowing.

“Don’t stop, oh god" you scream, your second orgasm coming so quickly.

“You gunna cum for me baby" he growls, his pace picking up again.

“Yes yes" you scream, your eyes tightly closed as it washes through your body, again. Your eyes remain closed as Siwon finishes fucking you, releasing his hot cum inside of you, coating your walls.

Exhausted, you drag Siwon to your room and your brand new bed. Both of you are still naked and too worn out to get dressed.

“Heads up, I have to be at work for 6am tomorrow" you sigh, as you wiggle your body closer to Siwon, who groans at your statement.

“Why so early? So you’re going to have to get up at 5?”

“Mhmm" you say, dozing off, considering it is already 1am.

“You really are going to be the death of me” he says. It’s the last thing you hear before you doze off.

5am comes awfully quick. You want to cry as your alarm blares throughout your room.

“Oh my god" Siwon whines. “Does Kim make you work so fuckin early?”

“He does" you yawn, trying to crawl over him to get ready. He holds onto your hips as you straddle him, his eyes closed.

“I’ll never make you work this early. That way we can happily sleep in" he sighs.

“That sounds great, but you need to let me go so I can go shower to wake up" you whine.

“Can I join you?” he asks, opening one eye.

“No funny business. I have to leave in 40 minutes if I’m going to catch my bus.” You state.

“Forget the bus, I’ll drive you.” He says, letting you go before getting up himself to join you in the shower.

“Are you sure no funny business?” he asks, hoping for your answer to change.

It didn’t.

Your work day, surprisingly went by rather quickly. Well the morning at least. In the afternoon you had to listen to Junmyeon being fired in his office and his aggression getting out of hand. It was painful to listen too. The number of insults he tossed out there and the rather impressive unique names he called the men were cringey. The worst of it all was when he started crying and begging for them to let him keep his job. You had been texting Siwon the entire time, giving him a play by play.

[1:13am] You: They just informed him he was fired. He’s yelling. Very loudly.

[1:16pm] You: He is absolutely losing it. He call Mr. Byun a cheating fuck.

[1:21pm] You: Oh my god. He told Mr. Park that his wife’s been cheating on him.

[1:38pm] You: He told them both they were shitbags, but not human shitbags, but dog shitbags. 8/10 on the insult from me.

[2:04pm] You: He’s crying. Loudly. Pleading for his job. It’s rather embarrassing if you ask me. Be a man.

[2:17pm] You: It’s silent. I think he might have accepted his fate.

[2:18pm] You: Nope. I spoke too soon. He’s calling them shitbags again. You had to run to the bathroom and quickly before they all heard your laughter at Mr. Kim’s unfortunate news. Siwon had texted you back laughing at the entire situation earlier. As you were checking yourself in the mirror, your phone buzzed again. Siwon.

[2:57pm] Siwon: Where are you?

[2:59pm] You: Checking myself out in the mirror.

[3:01pm] Siwon: Send me a picture. Please.

You decide to take him up on it. You lock the door to the bathroom before you unbutton your shirt enough for your breasts to pop out. Thank god you decided on a cute bra. The next picture you took, you say on the counter with your legs spread. The picture you took showed enough pussy and panties but still left a little to the imagination, although he’s already seen it and fucked it before. Pressing send, you do yourself back up before heading back to your desk.

You were just in time to see Mr. Kim being escorted from his office with his box of things in his arms.

“So sorry Mr. Kim" you say.

“Fuck off" he snaps at you before getting on the elevator and leaving. You sit at your desk, impatiently waiting until 5pm when you can go home, when you hear the elevator ding again. Out walks the higher up boss, along with Siwon who is checking his phone. You straighten yourself up before standing up to greet them.

“Ahh Y/N. This is Mr. Choi. You’ll be his new secretary.” Your boss, Mr. Jeon tells you.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Choi.” You say, with a smile but through gritted teeth.

“Nice to meet you too, Y/N. I look forward to working closely with you" Siwon smiles.

As Mr. Jeon continues to walk into the office, Siwon waves his phone, giving you a wink before mouthing “thanks.” You could just kill him.

The weekend you spent in your apartment, ordering take-out while binge watching your favorite shows and movies. Siwon had told you he had to go out of town for a conference, which wasn’t unusual so you didn’t really think anything of it. It’s not like the two of you were truly in a relationship anyways, he had no obligation to tell you where he was or what he was doing. The weekend passed in a blur of junk food and movies.

You felt relieved and rested now that you didn’t have to get up at 5am every morning and could sleep until 8am before having to get up to go to work. You were chipper on your way to work Monday morning. Knowing that you didn’t have to deal with the insufferable Junmyeon made it that much better. However, you weren’t entirely sure how working for Siwon was going to be, but it excited you, the unknown.

That morning you showed up in your usual work attire but your skirt was just a little bit shorter than your others, it was still professional though. You sat down at your desk once you arrived, going through your calendar to see what was planned for today. Siwon showed up a few minutes after you arrived, giving you a nod and a sly wink before entering his office. The butterflies in your stomach were very much present. Once he was settled he called you into his office to go over the plan for today. He had a meeting all morning that he asked you to attend with him, which was weird for you since Junmyeon had always refused for you to come when everyone else brought their secretaries. When he finished speaking he just stared at you for a moment before peaking out his door to make sure no one was around.

“You look so good today" he whispers, biting his lip.

“Well thank you, Mr. Choi.” You smile. “Oh sir, your plaque is crooked. Let me fix that for you" you say. You were standing beside him behind he desk, and instead of going around to fix it, you leaned directly over his desk causing your skirt to ride up to reveal a very racy pair of panties.

You could hear Siwon inhale sharply at the site of your exposed self. He wanted to fuck you, so badly. When you moved yourself back to standing up, you smiled at him, as he glared at you.

“You’re going to make working here either extremely pleasant or extremely hard" he tells you with a sigh.

“Likely both. I aim to please" you say with a small wink before walking to the door. “Let me know if you need anything, sir". The last part you partially say as a moan, just to tease him. The meeting was absolutely boring. All you did was take notes, however you missed quite a bit due to Siwon rubbing his foot against your leg. You glared at him every chance you got. Luckily for lunch, you got to order whatever you wanted and didn’t have to pay for it yourself. The only downside being that you couldn’t drink any wine, since you were still on the clock.

Siwon had also made sure to give you quite a substantial raise. A lot more than Junmyeon ever paid you, he was so cheap. The next few weeks flew by. You write enjoyed working for Siwon, it wasn’t awkward like you thought, although the sexual tension between you two was so strong. You hadn’t been able to hook up since he had taken on a extremely high profile case and it took up all of your free time. The two of you had planned a night after the last trial date, on Friday and you were so ready for it. You yearned for his touch, his tounge between your thighs, his cock inside you.

Thursday was slow for you as Siwon stayed in his office preparing, only calling for you if he needed notes or coffee. You sat at your desk, answered the phone, constantly telling anyone who called that you had to take a message and you would have him call them back. You were bored until a relatively attractive women stood at your desk. You smiled at her, greeting her appropriately.

“Hello ma'am, how may I help you?” you asked.

“I’m here to see Mr. Choi" she tells you, with a slight smile.

“Mr. Choi is extremely busy preparing for the trial tomorrow, he has asked that I not let anyone in so he can concentrate.” You explain with a smile.

“I’m his fiancée, I think it’ll be okay if I visit him” she partially laughs. Your body immediately freezes. Fiancée? He was engaged? What the actual fuck.

You maintained your composure as you forced a smile, and getting up to knock on his door. You peeked your head in to see a stressed out Siwon.

“Yes, Y/N?” he asked.

“So sorry sir. Your fiancée is here to see you.” You spit through a clenched jaw. Siwon quickly looks up at you, his eyes wide and panicked. Before he could say anything, the woman he is supposed to marry barges in through the door.

“Hello, darling.” She says, kissing his cheek. “Your secretary is awfully pretty. Why didn’t you tell me?” she chuckles, giving you a half glare. You fight back the tears that are desperately trying to escape from your eyes.

“Well if you don’t need anything else from me, I’m going to take off.” You huff.

“Y/N..” he begins.

“I’ll see you tomorrow” you whisper, leaving the engaged man with his confused fiancée.

“Is there something going on between you two?” Jennie asks Siwon. “She seems to like you.” She finished. Siwon can’t say anything, he can barely process what just happened. You thought he was in love and going to get married, but that wasn’t the case at all. He didn’t even love Jennie, it was an arranged marriage that both their parents had set up for a merger of companies. Siwon’s father owned the largest defense attorneys office, while Jennies father owned the second largest. The two men wanted each of their oldest kids to take over the companies and merge, which meant also making everyone family. Neither Siwon nor Jennie had a choice in the matter. Siwon had only taken the job where you worked because his father wasn’t ready to retire, for a year. A year until the wedding, and his fathers retirement. He didn’t want to marry Jennie which is why he never told you about her because to him he was still single. But Jennie was rather excited about the wedding and marriage.

“I thought I told you to not visit me at work" he snap. Jennie let’s go of him, taking a few steps back.

“I thought you’d be happy to see me" she says, her face a little sad.

“I’m near the end of a huge case and now you decide to come disrupt me?”

“Its because of her, isn’t it.” She wonders.

“Who?” Siwon sighs.

“Your secretary. You’re fucking her aren’t you?” she snaps.

“You’re insane. Just go please. I’ll speak with you later” he says, focusing on his work once again.

Once Jennie leaves, his head is in his hands as he sighs. He wanted to be the one to tell you. He didn’t want you to find out like this. He didn’t want Jennie. He wanted you.

You cried the entire way home. Yes you’d only known him a few weeks but you had fallen rather fast. He seemed so different, like he wouldn’t hurt you. But you were wrong, yet again. Thinking he was different than Chanyeol was laughable. Yes he didn’t cheat on you, but he cheated on someone he was engaged too, with you. You never wanted to be a mistress. Curled up in your bed, you’re annoyed at your phone constantly going off and ringing from what you could only assume was Siwon.

[3:19pm] Siwon: Just let me explain, please. It’s not what you think.

[3:21pm] Siwon: Answer your phone and let me explain.

You scoffed as you read his messages. He sounded just like Chanyeol and Minsoo. You finally answered your phone on the 10th time he had called. “What?” you snap. “Finally" Siwon sighs. “Please meet me and just let me explain.” He begs. “You can say what you need to over the phone. I don’t want to see you" “Jennie and I are engaged, yes. But it’s not how you think. I don’t love her. It was set up by our parents so both their companies can merge together.” He explains. “I don’t want to be with her, but my father is sick and he wants to see the merger before he passes" he tells you. A part of you wanted to believe him. You did believe him. But what if it wasn’t true? What if he was just lying to you to have you not leave him? “Prove it.” You say. “I’ll send you everything to prove it. But can I please see you?” he asks. “I just need sometime. Maybe after I look at everything but for now no.” you whisper. “Okay. I’ll send everything to you now. I’m sorry Y/N. I wanted to be the one to tell you. I didn’t want you to find out like this" he tells you. “Just send the papers over, Siwon" you sigh before hanging up. You’re still curled up in a ball and hour later when your doorbell rings. You groan as you struggle and squirm to get yourself out of the nest and cocoon you had made with your blankets. Swinging the door open, you’re met with a frightened looking young man with a stack of papers in his arms. You pull the papers from him before muttering a thanks and slamming the door in his face. Sitting down at your kitchen table, you begin sorting through the documents Siwon sent over. An hour later, after you had looked at the papers at least three times, you knew he was actually telling the truth. You weren’t sure if you felt relieved or if you were mad that he didn’t tell you the truth to begin with. [4:59pm] Siwon: Do you believe me now? [5:00pm] You: Yes. [5:02pm] Siwon: When can I see you? [5:05pm] You: I’ll see you at the trial tomorrow. [5:08pm] Siwon: And after? [5:11pm] You: I’ll let you know. You turned off your phone, and cocooned back in your bed. You didn’t feel like eating dinner, even though he did sort everything out and turns out he was telling the truth, you still felt somewhat betrayed. You knew how Jennie would feel, since the same thing happened to you. However, Chanyeol claimed to love you, and you did love him, and Minsoo knew that. You knew that this was just a business arrangement to them and there were no feelings involved, so why would you feel guilty? You shouldn’t but you sort of do. You were conflicted. You wanted to see him more. He was fun and refreshing and he seemed to understand you. But did you want to be a mistress? At this point in your life, you finally just wanted to do what you wanted, without having to please anyone but yourself. Maybe that made you a bae person. Maybe you were shitty for sleeping with someone that was engaged, but you were okay with it. As it turns out, he wasn’t such a bad guy and he was just doing what made him happy. ** The next day at the trial, everything went as it should have. Siwon won the case as was on a high that came from it. You had agreed to go out with him again that that night. The two of you met at a pub to have a few drinks to celebrate his win, but also talk about things. After you had celebrated for a little bit, things got serious between you two. “You know I was planning on telling you" he says, taking another sip of his drink. “Were you though?” you ask, not sure if you truly believed he was. “I really was. I’m not the type to cheat, if I’m serious about someone. But Jennie.. I’m not interested in her. I’m interested in you.” He says, shrugging his shoulders. “Interested in what exactly? A relationship? A fuck buddy?” you wonder, sipping on your martini. You were curious as to what his answer was going to be. “Whatever you want, baby girl” he purrs. His voice sent shivers down you spine. “So if I said a fuck buddy, with occasional dates, you’d be fine with that? “Absolutely” Siwon states. “Like I said, whatever you want.” “Fine. Then that. But warn me if she’s going to come into the office again. I don’t want to deal with it" you say, finishing your drink. “Done deal.” Siwon smiles. “Have you fucked her?” you blurt out the question. It had been on your mind and you weren’t sure if you had wanted to ask, but apparently you did. “What?” he asks. “Have you fucked her since we were last together, since it’s been a few weeks?” you question. “No I haven’t fucked her. Not in the last few weeks, not even in the year we’ve been engaged.” He tells you. You can tell he is telling you the truth, which makes you feel relieved. “Okay" you say. “Just curious" you laugh. “So back to your place?” he asks, lifting his eyebrows. “Not a chance.” You giggle. “Please?” he asks, giving you a sad face. “You have 30 seconds to convince me. And go" you say, staring at your watch. “I’ll eat your pussy and fuck you so good, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. And I’ll make you breakfast in bed" he says, his face believing he’s convinced you. “Mhm, you’re good at getting your way. You better bring your pussy eating A game" you say, standing up and swaying your hips as you walk away from him. Siwon takes a moment to watch and appreciate you shaking your ass before getting up to follow you from the pub. The two of you were all over each other in the cab on the way back to your place. Your hand rubbed Siwon’s clothed cock, as he slipped his fingers in between your legs and into your pussy. Your face rested in the crook of his neck as he slowly and discreetly pumped his fingers in and out of you. Every time you wanted to moan, which was often, you bit his neck. Partly because you didn’t want the bad driver to know, even though he likely did but also you secretly hoped that Jennie would see it. “Don’t stop" you moan into his neck as he continues to pleasure you. You feel as though your entire body might combust right there. It’s been a few weeks since you had been with anyone, the urge to cum more apparent than ever. “Here we go" the cab driver coughed, uncomfortably. Siwon takes his fingers from inside you, handing the cab driver a $100 for a $15 dollar ride before scooting you out of the car, quickly. He effortlessly picks you up, carrying you up the stairs as you giggle. Your skirt flowing in the wind, showing off your ass cheeks to anyone who happened to look their, but neither of you cared. In this moment you two were blissfully happy, and extremely horny. The two of you dont even make it into the bedroom, inside he lays you on the floor of the hallway in your apartment, quickly sliding into you. He fucks you hard and fast, both of you needing to cum quickly. You and Siwon lay there, your chests heaving as you try to catch your breath from the hard and fast fuck the two of you just had. “That was..” Siwon begins. “Amazing" you finish his sentence. The two of you laugh while Siwon stands up, extending a hand for you to help you up. You cling to him for dear life as your legs are extremely wobbly. “Shower?” he asks. You nod your head. Siwon scoops you up, whisking you away to the bathroom for a nice hot shower. Once your shower is finished, the two of you lay in bed and talk. For some reason you bring up what happened with your father. Siwon doesn’t much except you should hear his side of the story, since you only knew your mothers. You shoved that thought to the back of your head. ** He stayed with you the entire weekend. When you asked about Jennie, he told you that she thought he was on a business trip. That’s all you needed to know. Your weekend was filled with cuddles, laughter and fucking. You dreaded Monday, only because you had to get out of the little bubble that the two of you had enjoyed so much. On Monday Siwon constantly texted you, in detail all the dirty things he wanted to do to you, which you appreciated but it would be rather frowned upon to fuck him in the office.. while everyone was there. On Tuesday he asked you to stay late to help him with a case. Looking at the clock, you see it’s 8pm and the last person in the office is finally leaving. Both of you said good bye to Mr. Son as you continued your work. At 815pm Siwon had pushed himself away from his desk, groaning as he rubbed his face. You took the opportunity to stand in front of him and extend yourself over his desk, parting your legs, allowing your skirt to ride up, exposing your very small, leaving little to the imagination panties. “For me?” you hear Siwon ask, as his chair rolls towards you. “Mhmm. You’ve been working so hard. You deserve a treat” you moan, shaking your ass slightly. “You’re so good to me" he says, his hands planted on your ass. Siwon moves your panties to the side before he kneels beneath you, laying his head on his desk. Extending his tounge, he licks a strip up your already wet pussy. You let out a small gasp at the feeling. “Mr. Choi, you’re so g-good to me" you breathe as his tounge continues to flick your clit. “Mhm" he moans as his lips latch onto you, sucking your clit harshly. Your hands grip onto the desk, holding whatever you can tightly as he devours your pussy. His movements slow down, so you grind yourself on his face, bringing the much needed orgasm closer. “Fuck fuck fuck" you cry out, your body tightening as you cum all over his face, your orgasm washing through you. Siwon briskly stands up, undoing his belt to pull down his pants. His cock springs free, making your mouth water. “Sit on the desk" he demands. You shuffle yourself into the sitting position as he walks towards you. He bends his knees slightly, pushing himself into you. You throw your head back at the feeling of him stretching you out. “Wrap your legs around me" he says. The moment you’re secure around him, he picks you up, walking you over to the large window in his office. He slams you against it while he fucks you, hard. “Fuck baby girl, your pussy feels so good" he growls, thrusting into you. You bring your hand up, getting your fingers tangled in his hair as he thrusts become harsher. Mid fuck, the two of you hear his office door opening. Opening your eyes, you see Chanyeol standing there, his body vibrating with rage. “What the fuck are you doing!?” he screams. Siwon sighs as he knows exactly who it is without even turning around. “What the fuck Chanyeol. Go away” you groan, Siwon still inside you. “Get off my girlfriend you piece of shit" Chanyeol yells at Siwon. “Ex- girlfriend, and she seems to like my cock very much, so I’ll continue. Feels free to stay and watch if you want" Siwon groans, pumping himself into you again and again. “I’ll be seeing you soon, Y/N" Chanyeol growls before slamming the door shut. You don’t let his interruption bother you. This was your time. You were having fun, doing things you wanted to do. And what you wanted, was for Siwon to finish fucking you. “Do you want to stop?” Siwon asks, pausing his thrusts. “Don’t you dare.” You growl, gripping him tighter. Siwon’s hands leave your body, and he presses them against the glass and he fucks you until you both cum. It’s 10pm before the two of you finish your work and head home for the night. Siwon unfortunately had to go back to his apartment while you went your separate way to your own. The next week dragged by. Chanyeol was still constantly showing up places, calling you names, trying to get you to talk to him or anything really. No matter how many times you told him you wanted nothing to do with him, it never really sunk in. ** You and Siwon had been fucking for almost 6 months now, and things were mostly great, but also not. You found yourselves arguing often, about anything and everything. Even though you weren’t together, you both still acted like you were. You weren’t sleeping with anyone else and neither was he, despite being engaged. After your fights, you always found yourselves angry fucking, no matter where you were. It’s what you did when you knew you needed to talk things through but didn’t want too, you fucked. You both knew it wasn’t healthy but neither of you were willing to stop. After 7 months you had a big fight in the car in a parkade about something minuscule which led to the two of you fucking on the hood of the car. After 8 months the two of you fought about the fact the Chanyeol had yet to let you go and Siwon was annoyed as fuck about it. It’s not like you weren’t either but you could only do so much to stop him. You two were walking home through a park from a date. You rode his cock in the field at night. After 11 months, the two of you fought about the wedding he was supposed to partake in, in less than 1 month. Neither of you were sure on what to do. There was a serious conversation that needed to be had between you two, but not before he pinned you against the wall in the bedroom of hi apartment. “Why do you always have to bring this shit up" he growls, roughly cupping your breast underneath your shirt. “Because its fucking important” you snap, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down just enough to allow his cock to spring free. “You infuriate me" he snaps, hiking up your skirt and moving your panties to the side. In one swift motion, Siwon enters you harshly. You wrap your legs around his waist so he can pin you fully against the wall. Neither of you speak, the only sounds that can be heard are moans and skin slapping. He roughly thrusts into you, before pausing and telling you to be quiet. Just then the two of you hear footsteps walking from the kitchen, to the living room, to the hallway towards the bedroom. Siwon takes you from against the wall, running both of you into the closet quickly before shutting the doors and pressing himself against you. “Yeah, I want beige” the two of you hear Jennie speak as she sits on the bed. Siwon doesn’t stop fucking you. He slowly and quietly pulls himself from you before harshly but silently slamming himself into you. You try your hardest to stifle a moan. You can see Jennie on the bed of their shared apartment, trying on different shoes as she talks about the wedding. You can see in the way she speaks about it that she’s excited and happy. “Yes, lillies and Rose’s. I think those will look beautiful” she gushes as Siwon continues to fuck you. His face is buried into your neck, as your hands wrap around his head, gripping onto his hair. His hips snap into you, his cock always hitting the right spot regardless if he fucks you roughly or softly. You grind yourself onto him, trying to block out the noise coming from the bedroom. You try to focus on your impending orgasm that is coming quickly. “Don’t stop. Fuck please" you cry out in a whisper. You keep circling your hips as you ride through your high as quietly as you can when all you want to do is scream out in pleasure. Siwon doesn’t take too much longer after you, spilling himself into you, biting your shoulder to make sure he’s quiet. The two of you stand there, quietly panting while Jennie wraps up her conversation and stands up to leave. “Mrs. Siwon Choi" she says with a smile before walking out of the room and out of the apartment. Siwon pulls out of you, looking at you with a sad face, while you’re feeling ever so guilty. “Has she always been excited about the wedding?” you ask, adjusting your clothes. “Not until recently" he admits, tucking his cock back into his pants. “Are you excited about the wedding?” you ask. “I don’t know.” He says. “I think we need to talk.” You sigh. “I think so too.” He agrees. Siwon left town a few hours after you parted ways. He told you that the two of you would talk when he was back in town, in a few weeks. YYou were pretty sure you knew what you were going to do, you had just never said it aloud. A part of you wanted to tell him to not get married, that you two would be able to make it work. But you knew that was a lie. The two of you fucked, you were great at fucking eachother but being in an actual relationship wouldn’t work. You knew you two were toxic together. In the time that Siwon was gone, you had applied for a job just outside of Seoul. It happened to be your dream job and you applied on a whim. You knew there were likely more qualified people who applied and that you’d never get it. But you heard about it a few hours before you left to meet Siwon, the night he had arrived back in town. 1 week before his wedding. “Hey" he says with a smile, leaning down and kissing your cheek. “Hi" you say, looking up at him with a forced smile. Tears brimming in your eyes, knowing that this would likely be the last time you saw Siwon. “How was your trip?” you ask. “It was boring. We really need to have a discussion now though. We can’t put it off any longer” he sighs. “You’re right. We can’t. You’re getting married in a week.” You whisper. “Am I? I can call it off. Just say the word baby girl and it’s done" he says, his eyes hopeful. “And do what? We run away together and continue to fight and fuck the rest of our lives? That doesn’t sound like a life either of us want to live" you sigh. “We can make it work. We could be great" he tells you. “You will have a great life. With Jennie. Maybe you don’t love her now, but if you try to get to know her, you might. We aren’t right for eachother.” You whisper. “But..” Siwon begins before you cut him off. “I won’t tell her, or anyone about what we had. A part of me will always care for you. You helped me through what I thought was the worst time in my life. You also made me see that there are two sides to every story, and maybe I should hear my fathers side of his story. I’ll always remember the time we had together, but we can’t be together.” You say, a tear slipping down your cheek. “What are you going to do?” he quietly asks. “While you were gone, I actually applied for my dream job Sokcho-Si and I found out I got the job tonight. I’m leaving in the morning" you smile. “We’re really ending this?” he asks, devastated. “We are. Maybe one day I’ll see you in the future. Try things out with Jennie, I think you’ll be good for eachother” you say standing up. You take his face in your hands gently, placing one last kiss on his lips before leaving him behind. ** You had been living in Sokcho-Si for a month now, and had heard nothing from Siwon in that time, except for the day of his wedding, asking you if you were sure about this. You were. Sitting in a Café, you were flipping through a magazine, not paying too much attention to it, when you heard someone stumble from side you and sigh. Looking up you see an extremely handsome man, muttering swearwords while trying to wipe coffee from his tie. You chuckled as you stood up, running to the counter to ask for a ice cube and a cold cloth. You went back to the man, standing infront of him. “Can I help?” you ask with a smile. “I learnt this trick years ago" you say, placing the ice cube on the back of the tie and the cloth on the front, allowing the coffee to soak into the rag. “Amazing. Thank you so much. Your husband is a lucky guy" he chuckles. “No husband" you say, finishing up helping him. “Boyfriend?” He asks, cocking his head to the side. You shake your head. “No girlfriend either. Single" you explain. “I’m Zhang Yixing" he smiles an amazing smile at you, extending his hand. “Y/L Y/N" You say, shaking it. “Would you like to have dinner with me, Y/N?” He asks, his hand still holding yours. “I would love too" you smile. ** 3 years later, you and Yixing are a few days away from your wedding day. He stood by your side through everything in the last 3 years. Finally filing a restraining order on Chanyeol for stalking. Meeting up with your father and allowing him to explain himself. As it turns out, your mother had cheated on him and kicked him out, when her new boyfriend was supposed to move in. However, the boyfriend broke up with her and she just decided to blame it all on your father and say that he left her high and dry. Because of your mother and her lies, you lost out on almost 10 years with your father. But now thanks to Yixing, your relationship with your father is being mended, after having him back in your life for 2 years. He was going to be the one to walk you down the isle. You had been nervous to tell Yixing about your relationship, or whatever it was with Siwon. You worried he would think you were a bad person, and decide to not be with you. Luckily for you, he understood you had just been going through something and it was what you felt you needed to do at the time. ** The day of your wedding, you’re standing at the altar with Yixing, your now husband beside you. Your friends and family, along with his surrounding the two of you. One person in particular stood out to you, Siwon. Yixing had told you to invite him if you wanted too and you did. You hadn’t thought he would have shown up but there he was. With his wife Jennie, and their newborn baby. They looked happy. Just as you finally were. Sometimes our bad habits lead us to the place that we were meant to be.

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Choking Curiosity CH 4

Michael Myers x ftm reader

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You slowly wake up before your alarm to an itchiness along your arms. Your fingernails pull along your skin, catching along the feeling of small scabs. Your brain processes for at least five minutes before you turn over and rub your eyes open, yawning and pulling your wrists closer to your eyes.

Your brow furrows. Small scrapes litter your forearms and some of them sting as you stretch them. Thinking hard, you don’t find an explanation and the confusion kind of scares you.

Hoping you’ll find an answer later, you relinquish the warm confines of your bed to the chilly house that waits for you. In the kitchen your repairs list glares at you while you fix breakfast. You’ll have to pick up something from the hardware store to fix the roof before it rains again.

You work the night shift with Quentin tonight, you might as well start before you run out of free time. At least all this walking will keep you in shape, because goodness knows your diet sure won’t.

Locking the door behind you and stepping off the porch, you see your neighbor, Abtin, approaching through your yard again. You like the man, but he is long winded, so you start thinking about how to tell him you were heading out.

“Hey Abtin, how you doin’?”

He waves away your question, “good, good,” he pauses to point up at your house, “look at your house.”

Not really questioning it, you turn and incredulity hits you. Then anger.

“Oh my god. Who would do something like this?”

In big, drippy, red letters, the words ‘SLAUGHTER HOUSE’ decorated both sides of your porch.

“Some hoodlums.” Abtin helpfully adds.

You sigh through a clenched jaw.

“You know what? Halloween is next month anyway, at least I don’t have to decorate.”

Abtin laughs and slaps his knee, “you’re funny”. It takes a couple minutes to break off the conversation politely, but you get on your way in due time, making a mental note to grab that scarecrow in your backyard and bring him to the front.

The door of the Young’s Hardware opens with a jingle of a bell and you scan the aisle signs from the entrance rug before realizing you have no clue what you’re doing.

Gathering your courage, you approach the fatherly looking man behind the counter hoping he can point you in the right direction. Asking about roof repairs, he nods sagely and walks with you towards a particular aisle.

You look over the products he explained, discreetly checking the prices.

“Old house?”, he inquires as you decide on a can of roof sealant and some roll roofing.

“Yeah, a real fixer-upper, I need to make some patchwork last until I can afford a new roof.”

“I know the good handy-men around here when you need one. How old is it?”, he rings up the items and you inwardly cringe at the price.

“Not sure, but it’s been vacant since the sixties.”

He whistles in the way people do to mean “that’s rough, buddy”, before taking a look at you when he hands over the bag.

“Wait a minute, are you the one who moved into the Myers’ house?” It wasn’t a rude question, but you felt uneasy, like saying yes was a bad thing. You tell him the truth anyway.

“Talk around town says it’s cursed.”

Oh come on now, it can’t be that bad that people think you’re bad luck or something.

“How come? Nothing bad has happened yet.”

“You haven’t heard?”

“Heard what?”, you really don’t know what he’s dancing around.

The tone shifts drastically as he leans over the counter on his forearms, looking to the side before speaking to you in a lowered voice.

“There was a murder a couple of blocks away last night. Someone gutted two kids.”

You breath out a horrified ‘oh my god’, not wanting to ask anymore questions. He grimly tells you to be safe as you leave and you return the gesture. You really wish you could watch the news.

You get all the way home before you realize you’re going to need a ladder.

*** Abtin let you borrow his ladder and you’re eternally grateful you don’t have to buy one. The downside is that it isn’t tall enough to reach the roof from the ground, so here you are climbing up a ladder propped on the roof of the porch crossing your fingers you don’t fall and break something.

Surveying the shingles, you tentatively climb onto the roof, testing the weight of each step before getting comfortable. Wiping the sweat from your forehead, you search for the problem area.

The roofing gets tacked down and sealed with plenty of cursing, and you wipe your filthy hands on your equally dirty jeans before precariously making your way back to the ladder.

Which isn’t where you left it. Panic rises in your chest as you look for the rungs peeking over the gutter, because ‘this can’t be happening right now’.

Getting on your knees and carefully looking over the edge, you see the ladder folded and lying flat on the porch roof next to the open window you brought it through. Definitely not where you left it. But wouldn’t you have heard it if it had fallen? If it fell it wouldn't have landed perfectly and it couldn’t have gotten over there. Are you losing your mind?

It’s okay, Abtin is usually in his garden at this time. And if he’s not, it’s only about ten feet, right?

You move back from the edge and carefully walk towards the direction you may be able to see him.

Clunk

You turn around. The top of the ladder was visible again.

“Abtin?”, maybe he saw it fall and already went to help you? There’s no response.

You climb down the ladder and look for your saviour, but you’re alone. It’s safe to say you’re pretty spooked, and considering the murder nearby, you’re starting to think it’s not a ghost living with you.

You need to call Laurie.

*** You couldn’t talk long because you were needed at work, but she told you to ‘get the hell out of that house’ and she wants to meet in a public place tomorrow.

Before leaving, you took some left over packing tape and placed small strips over the closed doors. This way you’ll know for sure if somebody was sneaking around while you’re out, the tape will be disconnected.

You walk briskly to beat the setting sun and dropping temperature, pulling your jacket around you. Quentin looks up from a book on the counter as you pass, and quietly greets you when you grab the to do list Dwight leaves at the register.

It’s a slow night, so you idly chat while you make your way through the tasks and Quentin watches the counter. After the last of the straightening, your mind wanders to the news you heard early today.

“Hey Quentin, did you hear about what happened-”

He groans and runs a hand down his face before you could finish.

“Yeah, it’s all anybody’s been talking about today. I’ve had, like, nine old ladies ask me if they caught the guy yet.”

You grimace, “sorry, I kind of live under a rock.”

“You’re fine, I’m just tired of the gossip. Everybody’s saying Michael Myers is back and its stupid.”

“Why? I heard he was never found…”

“He was shot multiple times before he got away, so he’s totally dead by now.”

You respond with a nonchalant ‘oh’ and lean back on the counter. You won’t say it, but you feel safer after hearing that. Quentin moves back to his book, but stops and raises an eyebrow.

“What happened to your arms?”, his concern is almost tangible.

You look at them again, scrubbing all the industrial glue off irritated the scratches and they’re pretty red under the fluorescent lighting.

“I don’t know.”, you tell him the truth, even if it sounds lame. “I woke up like this this morning and they weren’t there yesterday. I think my house is haunted to be honest.”

He hums in interest and makes eye contact before continuing.

“Is it safe to be there?” You’re surprised that he believes you, or at least is acting like it. You tell him about Laurie’s warnings until you realize he looks more awake than you’ve ever seen him.

Backtracking, you tell him that you’re fine and that he shouldn’t worry about it. Scribbling on a sticky note, he presses his phone number into your hands, telling you to call him if you needed to stay somewhere for the night.

You thank him, bashfully tucking the paper into your back pocket. You’re glad to have him as a friend, but you’d have to come out to take him up on that offer so you desperately hope you won’t need it.

*** Anxiety reared its ugly head as you got closer to home. In the dark. Unarmed, with a killer on the loose.

You shake these thoughts away and pull your keys out, ready to check your ‘booby traps’.

There was only one downstairs, over the back door. You almost don’t want to look, but you laugh at yourself when you see it intact.

With a sigh of relief you head upstairs, ready to get off your feet. Before entering your bedroom, you bend down to peel off the tape seal you made.

It’s broken.

You don’t dare to touch it. You’re sure you placed them all correctly. You spin and nearly trip over your feet to check the bathroom seal.

Broken.

You feel sick, knowing that someone has been in your house doing who knows what in your room. You turn the knob expecting to find something out of place when you open it, but you hold the door shut. The tape on the back door wasn’t broken and the front door was still locked.

They never left.

You don’t grab anything as you bolt down the stairs, shoving just your toes into your shoes and sprinting over to Abtin and Sherrie’s front porch. You ring the doorbell twice and then knock rapidly on the door, eyes still on the house you’ve abandoned. A light flicks on in your neighbor’s house, distracting you, but when you turn back you think you can see a dark figure move in front of the windows facing towards you. You knock harder.

Abtin opens the door looking tired, you can hear him ask what’s happening, but you just repeat ‘someone’s in my house’ until he pulls you in and locks the door behind him. You’re already apologizing profusely, but he stops you to just explain what happened. You feel bad for waking an old man from his sleep, but you borrow his house phone gratefully and he makes himself a cup of tea.

You hesitate to call the police, but you need your house checked so you’re going to have to concede this time. When the emergency service operator informs you that they’re on their way, you hang up the phone to pick it up again. The crumpled piece of paper comes out of your pocket and you dial the number hoping someone would pick up.

It rings twice and you hear Quentin’s voice pick up. You feel guilty for asking, but he insists that it’s fine.

“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t actually mean it. What happened, are you okay?”

“actually...I’m calling from a neighbor’s phone…I think there’s someone in my house.”, you admit slowly.

“Did you call the police?!”, his voice strained in surprise.

Almost as if summoned, you can see red and blue light growing stronger through the windows.

“They’re here already, actually-”

“What’s your address? I don’t want you walking over after this.”, he cuts you off, but you’re glad he does. You almost forgot to ask about his address, and you’re too tired to argue.

You bid goodnight to Abtin and wind up standing by the squad car in the street, holding your elbows, while the one cop searches your house. He exits after what seems like a very short amount of time, and announces in annoyance that ‘nobody’s on the premises, sir’.

Quentin pulls up as you reach peak exasperation with the officer and you tell him exactly where he can stick his badge. Your temper was short after a long day and he insinuated that you were either crazy because of the Myers house or ‘wasting taxpayer dollars with pranks’.

You give Quentin an embarrassed wave when he walks up the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets.

“So,” he gestures towards the house with a swing of the jacket, “the myers house?”

“Yup,” you sigh.

You have to grab some things before you leave, at least knowing it’s safe now. Quentin follows you inside and you’re grateful that he doesn’t comment on the state of the place. It takes a few false starts, but you manage to broach the subject of being trans in your own way while you fetch your stuff. To his credit, he keeps it pretty casual and tells you it’s fine.

“So you’re okay with it? You still want me over at your house?”

“It doesn’t change anything man. My parents are already asleep and they wouldn’t say anything.”

“Oh thank fuck,” you exclaim and wiggle out of your binder without taking your shirt off, “I’ve been wearing this thing for way too long today.”

*** Quentin sneaks you through the house to his room quietly and turns on a small lamp that fills the room with a warm glow. It was a bit of an organized chaos with very little freespace on his desk and floor, but it was cozy.

“Sorry about the mess, but we can share the bed.” He kicks some of the clothes on the floor into a more distinct pile. You mumble that it’s fine, but he’s too preoccupied in digging out pajamas for himself to hear you.

“Wait, you probably need a shower, let me show you where the bathroom is.”

You set your stuff down and follow him, tired and awkward, but glad to get clean.

You try to be as quiet as possible, and when you leave the bathroom in your damp pajamas, you startle at a figure in the hallway. In the dim light you see someone dressed as a sheet ghost.

You laugh softly, “you’re funny, Quentin”.

“What?”, Quentin’s voice responds from the bedroom.

Your smile drops, turning to see him on his bed. When you look back, the ghost is gone.

#Michael Myers #michael myers x reader #slashers #slasher x reader #male reader #trans writers #choking curiosity

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tibbinswrites · 5 years

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Suptober Day 13 - Ladies

Jody had just sat down to dinner when the phone rang. Claire hid a smirk behind her hand as Jody rolled her whole head along with her eyes to glare at the phone, it was a movement Claire had seen in Cas before, apparently a trait in her parent-figures.

Jody grumbled and pushed back from the table to stand. Donna took the opportunity to sneak some of Jody’s cubes of potato with a wink at her, Patience and Alex. Donna was over for dinner a lot these days, stayed over some nights too. Not that Claire minded, she liked Donna, how could she not? She was just so… peppy. On anyone else, that kind of unending enthusiasm would make Claire want to punch someone in the face but on Donna it just made sense.

Jody had made meatloaf for dinner. It was a special occasion after all, this was the first night in three months that they’d all been free together. Claire had gotten back from a hunt just last week and had been able to witness the chaos, everyone grabbing as slices of toast popped out of the toaster, one person (usually Claire) lounging on the sofa with nowhere to be, people banging loudly on the bathroom door, making their case as to why they needed to use the shower first.

Jody and Donna’s shifts had been all over the place lately, overlapping just enough Claire had barely seen either of them for more than ten minutes at a time.

Patience had like four study groups, even though their school was on break now so she had nothing to study for and like a billion different sports clubs that kept her out of the house, or taking over the dining table with her nerd friends.

Alex was almost always at work; sometimes, when Claire was bored and needed company, she would go out there with sandwiches and soda and Alex would smile and, if she wasn’t immediately busy saving a life, she’d call a break and they’d go to the canteen. If it was open, Claire would buy a sausage roll or a cup of soup, something hot that would be a lot nicer than boring old sandwiches, but Alex would always eat them first, or dip the sandwich in the soup, which Claire would make a face at, though she would secretly be pleased.

As a result, Claire was often on her own in the house. Usually, she didn’t mind too much, but the extended periods of isolation were getting to her. She couldn’t show up at the hospital too often or Alex would start to worry, and everyone was just so busy and it’s not like she had a reason to go out looking for… comfort or whatever. Just… sometimes her mind would start to wander and she’d think of Kaia and, and that would suck.

She stabbed a piece of carrot with her fork and nibbled on the end, though she knew that none of them, not even Donna, would even touch the meatloaf until Jody sat back down at the table.

“Sheriff Mills?” Jody said into the phone, her back to them. Then, “Oh, heya Sam. What’s up?”

Immediately, a ripple of tension went around the table and every eye turned to Jody. Last they had heard, things had been started to turn sour with the kid they’d taken in, Jack, the devil’s son, and they were all worried about him. If the call was social, Jody would tell Sam she’d call back later, if not…

“Huh. Well no kidding.”

Alex stood and went to fetch the ‘hunting’ first aid kit in the kitchen while Patience went for the tupperware. Donna started gathering the plates together, scraping like foods onto their own plates. Claire headed for the stairs to grab all of their go-bags, a duffel under each of their beds. Even Alex had one and Claire grabbed that too, though Alex probably wouldn’t want to come, but her duffel had more complex medical supplies than the rest of them, things that could come in handy in a bind, even without a registered nurse wielding them. They were heavy, each had a few sets of clothes and toiletries and all the basic stuff, plus a tub of salt, an iron crowbar and a selection of blades in each one.

She clanked down the stairs with the bags. Patience was shrugging on her coat at the bottom and took two of the bags from her, swinging them onto her shoulders.

“I didn’t think this was your thing.” Claire said quietly.

Patience grimaced and looked over at Jody. “Sounds important. You might need a psychic.”

Donna and Alex were filling a plastic bag with the boxed up food, though there were still a few portions left. Alex wasn’t joining them then. Claire tried not to be too disappointed. Alex’s job was important and she could get into serious trouble if there was any kind of screw-up with the law and she was caught with the smuggled medical equipment in their go-bags. Not that she had smuggled it for them, Jody would never have asked her to compromise herself like that, but they had gotten it from Alex’s hospital, so Claire knew how it would look.

Jody was still on the phone, facing away from them, apparently oblivious to the activity going on behind her. “Oh Sam, I- I’m so sorry,” she was saying and Claire froze for a moment, she knew that tone, someone was dead, someone important, but it wasn’t Dean or Jody would be crying, and it wasn’t Cas… it wasn’t Cas because Jody would turn to look at her.

“Of course,” Jody said. “I’ll be there… Now don’t you try and talk me down, Sam, you could use the extra hands and you know it. Just… be careful until I get there, alright? Keep an eye on your brother for me, and Cas. Yeah… yeah, watch out for ghosts, I got it. Alright. Take care, Sam.”

Jody hung up with a click and took a deep, steadying breath.

“Alright girls, I’m sorry but I’ve gotta-” She stopped as she turned to see them all, Claire and Patience by the door with the go-bags, Alex digging behind the couch for her stack of lore books that she’d move within easy reach in case they called, Donna holding the keys for her truck in one hand and the bag of food in the other. Jody blinked at them and then a slow grin spread across her face.

“Well, ladies. It looks like the world’s ending in Kansas. Whaddaya say we go save it?”

@winchester-reload

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mightyfineblog · 5 years

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‘Please, Daddy’

Summary: 80s Roger Taylor x Female Reader get nasty. Teasing him in public, humiliating him more than once, you finally get what you deserve for your behaviour.

Words: 4K

Warnings: SMUT, daddy kink, teasing, oral, thigh riding, drumsticks spanking, choking, dominance.

So here is it. Enjoy:

“Babyy.” You drew circles on his palm “Rog, please.” You smiled innocently “I don’t want to stay alone, all day. All by myself, so lonely...”

He sighs, bringing your hands up to his lips. Giving your knuckles gentle brush, not giving you an answer. You whine in protest “Pleaase”.

“Hmm, babydoll.” His eyes piercing yours. “You know what happens, when I take you with me to work.” He gives you a naughty look. “But today, I really have a lot of things to attend to. First we have some recording, then an appearance.” He is all serious now.

You whine again, as your hands slide up to his neck. You straddle him. His back is pressed against the headboard of the bed.

He rests his head to the wall, hands on your thighs. “It will be such a bore” he tries to reason with you. “Roger” you lean forward, making sure your breasts are up in his nose. “Please” “Take” “Me” “With” “You”.

He takes a deep breath and nuzzles his nose in your bra, his hands travel up to squeeze them. That’s where you know you’ve won. He just had to say it. “You know… I could come in very handy, during your busy day…”

“How so?” he mumbles, admiring your plump décolleté.

“I’m very skilled, I could hold your drumsticks.” You chuckle at how ridiculous that came out.

“Hmm, won’t be needing help with those, love” he looks up to you.

You lean back, your thumb on his chin “I could think of a thousand ways to use them.” you sly a devilish smile. His expression is puzzled at first, but catches your incline, grinning widely. “Well, Rog. What do you say?”

“Okay, fine. BUT!” he places his finger on your lips to shush you, before you talk “You’ll be a good girl, okay?” you smirk under his digit.

“This is serious Y/N. Need to know you’ll behave.”

“Alright, alright.” You nod and come forward to steal a kiss from your man.

“Better start getting ready, love. Can’t keep the bad waiting” he lifts you and stands up. You linger in the sheets for a while, admiring his body, as he is brushing his teeth in the bathroom.

You crawl to the end of the bed and pop on your elbows, chin resting on your knuckles. His hair, it’s so sexy when it’s a bit shorter, makes him look a bit older, which you found extremely sexy. Something about a bit older man was such a turn on for you, especially Roger. His shoulders and arms were stronger; you could see his muscles flexing, aah those hands, were so strong, when he wraps them around...

“Baby. Y/N!”

You snap out of your daydream “Sorry, what were you saying babe?” you shake your head.

“You weren’t even listening; you’re completely drooling over me.” He gives you cheek a kiss as he sits next to you. “Come on, babe” he smacks you bum. “Get ready, if you still want to come.”

“M-hm” you nod as you stand up, hiding the slightest embarrassment on your face.

Once you arrive at the studio you greet the boys and find yourself a nice seat on the couch. But, being the little brat, that you were, you lost patience very soon. All you could manage is lay in every position possible on that couch and stare at your boyfriend. You already had a few ideas in mind, just to tease him. You loved doing that, the way he tenses and clenches, when you tease him in front of people, drove him mad. So turning on your super sexy attitude, you took out the pack of cigarettes out of your bag. Opening the package with one hand, your lips drew out one, and looked around. “Where can a girl find a lighter, around here?” you caught Roger’s glare. “There you go.” A lighter is handed to you, and you break contact. Taking a deep drag, you exhale “Thank you Freddie” you give him a wink. He sits next to you.

“So. Y/N. What are you up to?” His tongue playing under his mustache, as he lifts his aviator sunglasses.

“Heard, you guys are having a long day, today? Is that right?” you turn to him, taking another drag.

“As if you can’t tell.” His voice is flat. “But what’s surprising is, how you are here, aand Roger manages to play his drums correctly.”

You giggle “Oh, Freddie! I haven’t even started with him yet, you know, let him breath, for a hot minute.” You nod Roger’s direction.

After a while, you are all alone on the couch again. Deciding to end his ‘break’ you started to move around, touch different things, pretend to bend to pick something up. Lean against walls. All of which, was met by Roger’s sly smile.

During lunch, you went with the boys to the nearest restaurant.

“The place is rather nice” john is excited to finally eat.

“Fucking starving. Is somebody going to come already?” Roger fusses.

“That’s what she said.” You crack laughing at yourself. Roger shoots you dead eyes.

“What?! It’s funny!” Brian taps Roger on the shoulder.

“Thank you, Brian. At least somebody hasn’t lost their humour today.” You continue.

Roger mumbles something under his nose, tapping his finger impatiently on the table.

“Does, this mean that, Roger is, rather “short’n’quick”?” Freddie waves two fingers in the air, “you know, what I’m referring to.” He laughed.

You choke in your glass of water, laughing “Oh. Oh. How’s you know?” you giggle.

All burst into laughter, except for Roger. His lips pressed together, eyebrows furrowed “Y/N, watch it!”

“Aww, what you gonna do Mr. Taylor? You gonna spank me?” you tease through laughs.

“If, that’s going to shut your smart mouth up.”

The rest of the lunch went rather smooth. Roger’s hand never left your thigh. You knew what he was doing, he was riling you up, because of your humiliation. His demanding hand though, wasn’t something you could just laugh away. He was patting you knee a few times, while engaging in conversation with everybody. You smiled, as he moved up to your inner thigh, but didn’t show any further signs. It stayed there for a while longer, slowly circling, extremely close to where you’d want it most. Your breather started to get a bit heavier, as your anticipation was growing. Your breath hit your throat, when you felt pressure against your heat. His fingers were mercilessly pressed hard against you core, slowly moving up and down. Agonizingly you shoot him sharp look, through clenched jaw. He cheekily turned his head to you “Everything alright, princess?”. You hissed back.

His fingers tugged at your wet knickers and played around your clit, as your head fell on his shoulder. “Roger” you hummed, almost moaning. “What is it, petal?” he kissed your temple.

“Let’s leave, NOW” you took a deep breath, as his middle finger slid swiftly in the pool of mess you were down there.

“Already so wet.” He noted at your ear. Your head buried again in his neck, as you moved closer to him, giving his hand better access. Throwing a leg over his knees, under the table, you were nicely spread for him. He hummed in approval. His finger, moving in and out in steady pace. “Roger” you whined as your hands were thrown around his neck, to hide your burning face. “Mmm, please” you moaned at his ear. He growled and sharply pulled his hand away, making you squeak at the loss of friction, especially now.

“Hmm, wouldn’t make it too easy for you, hun.” He kissed your lips and left you hot and bothered. You whined in protest, but it was pointless.

After the lunch the two of you hopped in his car, it was time for a press appearance with the band. “This will take ages” you thought, looking at the enormous queue waiting for autograph or Queen. It was nothing too fancy, a few tents in Hyde Park, and the boys situated on a table. But the amount of people was never-ending, you couldn’t see as more and more people kept coming. You were hanging around, behind their table, made some coffee and kept thinking about what Roger did to you earlier. You had to retaliate. You felt pissed and frustrated, you wanted to punch him, but jump on his bones at the same time.

Unable to shake your thoughts, you went to pour him a coffee too. Standing behind his chair, you placed in his hands. “Thank you, babe” you looked up to you, childishly innocent. You smiled through clenched jaw, as your hand rested on his shoulder. You brought your chin to rest on his neck “Rog, this is going much longer than expected, its getting pretty late.” .

“You’re just exaggerating, Y/N. See, just a few people and we’re done.”

“If you actually, wore your glasses, you’d see.” You grunted as you pushed them in his hands. He chuckled, and shove them in his pocket. You rolled your eyes at how stubborn he was, so decided to have a time with it. You lift yourself up and looked straight the girl standing before him, then the rest of them.

You took a microphone and stood in front of the table.

“Roger, this is unacceptable, do something! ” Freddie snapped.

You smiled confidently “Lovely ladies.” Your hand pointing at the crowd. “Y’all love those four, huh?” the mass cheered. “Hmm. That’s right.” You nodded.

“And you want your autographs I assume?” they cheered even louder. “Right now, our boys are extremely exhausted, been sitting here forever. Roger for example!” you turned and pointed at him “He’s so tired, he can’t see you anymore.” He gave you the most frustrated, angry look you’ve seen him doing. Before you could continue, he was by your side. Taking the mic off your hands thanking crowd a goodbye. Grabbing your wrist, he pulled you tightly and dragged you off the tent, up to his car. Opening the door, he roughly pushed you inside and slammed the door hard.

Mission completed.

He took the driver’s seat and started the engine, driving wildly home. You smirked, couldn’t keep a straight face, knowing you’d finally get what you wanted, or at least you thought.

Way to go girl.

His driving was furious, both hands on the steering wheel, knuckles white, lips pressed together. Once he pulled over, you were quick to run on your toes inside. Once the elevator doors closed, he pressed his body hard against yours, fingers lifting your chin up “You were a bad girl today, princess” You swallowed and reached to place your hand on his chest, as you ran your tongue on your bottom lip. He growled and pressed his lips against yours, his tongue swiping along your lips, you obediently parted to let him in. As he was dominating your mouth, his leg keeping yours apart, pinning you even further. He sucked on your lip, teeth pulling you forward. You moaned at the feeling. Your hands buried in his hair, squeezing to get some sort of power. Just then the bell rang and the doors opened. He pulled away and dragged you behind him.

Once inside he pushed you on the foyer table. You spread your hands, pushing a vase down, the telephone and the address book. “Shit” you hissed and looked around.

“Look at me.” Roger demanded, fingers gripping your jaw. You met his eyes for the first time, they were dark, gleaming, hungry and even dangerous. You’ve never seen him so harsh on you, but it excited you. Adding the fact how he mercilessly riled you up earlier, you were eager to do anything.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you reached for his neck, but he stopped you. Pinning both of your wrists above your head. He looked down on you. You were flushed, hair messy, showing cleavage. You needily squirmed underneath him, his other hand flied tight around your chin, thumb brushing over your lips. You moaned quietly at his touch, sending electric waves through your body.

“You had to play nice today doll.” He started, “But you did everything you could, to achieve quite the opposite.” He mouthed in your ear, making you close your eyes. His fingers slid down from your chin to your neck. His fingers wrapped around your neck, lifting your chin up. “Look at me, when I talk to you,” his voice was sensually soft, in contrary to his meaning. You flickered your eyelashes, he squeezed a tiny bit, earning a moan from your trembling lips.

“Firstly, you jab on my manhood, in front of my bandmates.” His grip got a bit tighter now, but not too uncomfortable, just enough to excite you further.

“Second of all, you pulled quite the show at my press appearance. What do you think about that? Huh? Should you be punished now?” he cocked his head to the side as he pushed his hips further spreading your legs. His other hand, released your wrists, and they fell down on his shoulders. Releasing his grip from your neck, you exhaled the breath you were holding, for what felt like forever. You head fell forward to his neck. “Hmm?” he asked again.

“Please, Daddy” you squeaked “Been a very bad, bad girl today.” You moaned as your hand traced where his fingers were wrapped.

“That’s right, you gonna pay for it...” he looked around, realizing you two were the foyer. “But not here, not so fast!” he slid you off. Once in the living room he, made the quick decision to sit on his drumming set’s stool. “Come here, petal” he painted his lap. You were quick to follow. Grinding yourself desperately for friction, on his crotch, his hands were on your thighs, “Rog, you never let me come near your precious drums, let alone be so dangerously on it. As you kissed his jaw, sucking under it. He hummed, “Well, ‘been thinking about what you said this morning…” he lifted a brow.

“And what was that, babe, I talk a lot, when I want something…?” you murmur against his collarbone. His hand stroked your head gently, but abruptly pulled your hair, losing touch with your lips. “You want to be punished kitten?” he pressed his lips together. “Yes, daddy! Please!” you whined.

He leaned forward, holding you tight in his lap and took his drumsticks. He ran the cold wooden tools from your ankles up to your thigh, lifting your skirt up. He tapped them once onto your thigh, making you squeak onto him. “A thousand ways to use those. Hm?” he asked. “I should give you a good spanking with ‘em, in that case.” He groaned and lift you up. “Loose your clothes, kitten.” He ordered.

You quickly complied, nearly ripping off the button of your dress. But when you tugged at your knickers, he lightly slapped your hand with the drumsticks “That stays. Now, come here” he knelt and bend you over his knee. “Since you were so eager for my drumsticks, I’ll give you my drumsticks!” he commanded “I’m going to count now, kitten. Does five sound right?”

You hummed. But, he strung you unexpectedly “Answer me, petal.” He massaged you bum. “Yes, daddy! Please.” You plead.

“Good girl, take it all like a champ and you’ll be rewarded.” He rubbed hard on your arse. You gulped and shut your eyes in anticipation for the burning feeling. Slap.

“One” you squeaked.

Slap.

“Two” you voice went higher.

Slap.

“Three” you squinted your eyes.

“Does it hurt?” he massaged your red bum. “A little.” You panted.

He slapped the two wooden sticks harder this time, making you yelp. Your vision got blurrier as all blood drained from your body at this point.

“Count, babydoll. Can you take two more?” he gripped your waist. “y-yes” you managed to cry out.

“Will you humiliate me again?” he slapped one more time. You let a strangled cry as your back arched. “No, God no.”

“I don’t think you’re sorry enough.” His husky voice.

“I am, I am, I am. Won’t do it again. I’ll be really good, I promise” you plead through blurry eyes. As you prepared for the final hit, you suddenly felt a different sensation. Yelping, you felt the round tip of a drumstick, pressing against your entrance. He swirled it, collecting slick from your dripping folds, he brought it up to your clit.

“Aahh” you moaned as it massaged your sensitive bud, making it throb each time.

“Please, daddy, fuck me already.” You begged.

“That’s it. I want you to beg, kitten.” He slapped hard one last time on your sore bum cheek, earning a yelp from you. He dropped them to the floor, as he massaged with both hands your burning back. He stood you up, but kept holding you, as you’ve lost your balance. “Good girl” he kissed you sensually, lovingly and softly.

He carried you to the bedroom, placing you like a fine glass on the bed, he popped on elbow next to you. He began tracing your collarbone very lightly, but you were way overstimulated for this. You threw a leg over his hips and started kissing him, your hands toyed with his shirt, trying to unbutton it.

He pulled away “Wait, wait, wait. Let me.” He grinned. He stood up, stripping all clothes off. You took the time to loose your wet knickers and bra, spreading your body open for him. He crawled up to your face. His hands running from your hips up to your chest, before settling on each side of your face. You slid a hand down his chest and wrapped it around his erected length. “That’s right, kitten, please daddy” he grunted onto you.

“Mmmjust wanna please you daddy, I’d do anything right now just to feel any kind of release.” Your thumb was gliding over his tip, spreading some pre-cum around. He groaned from deep within. You hand kept pumping his cock. Soon after you slid off the to the side of the bed, licking your lips you looked up to him. He nodded, as his hand found the back of your head, he pulled you closer. Your lips closed around the glistening tip of his cock. The taste of his pre-cum made you moan, as you were spreading your own saliva. Pulling away, he grabbed your wrist and brought your palm to his face. Starting with a few soft kisses, he nipped and licked it. The sensation was strong enough to make you come, just from this little action, as he did the same with the other. Pushing them down, you wrapped both around his length, as your mouth was kissing his throbbing tip. “What does my kitten want?” he cooed. “Want your cum, daddy.” You took him again in your mouth. “Take it then” his husky voice encouraged you. You bobbed your head up and down, while his hand pushed you down a bit harsher each time. You looked up to his sweaty chest and felt amazingly proud to be pleasing him like this. Soon after he was a mess, and you knew he was about to come so you squeezed your eyes and took him further, making sure he hits the back of your throat. He didn’t last longer and shot his hot warmth down your throat, making you choke on it. Pulling away, you dragged saliva with cum from his tip with your bottom lip. You smiled at him, his eyes were shut, and head tossed back. After a moment he regained consciousness and took a deep breath.

Pulling you up, he placed you onto his thigh. The new friction was sensationally good, given your state, sore, aching and frustrated. You moaned, as you started grinding desperately to find your own release. “Aggh, babe you are so amazing!” Roger praised you, as his hands were gliding your body in long strokes. Your head buried in the crook of his neck, you held onto him for dear life.

“Rog, Roger, Roger” you were panting. “I,I..”

“I’ve got you baby. Come on my thigh, be a good girl” his words pushed you over the edge, as you tossed your head back. Your clit was throbbing as your broken moans, caught up. The feeling of orgasm was finally here, your body squirmed, legs shaking. Your vision got blurry and shut your eyes. His name the only words on your lips. Your nails dug onto his back. He lifted his knee up a few times, making you scream at the harder pressure. He kept gliding your body, to ride out your orgasm, until you got too sensitive you could take it anymore. You fell from his lap, down to the floor, burying your head in his thigh.

After a few moments, he took your and threw you on your back on the bed. Crawling up, he gently stroked your sweaty temple, sore lips, and tender neck. “God I love you so much” he mumbled at your ear. Pulling you in a tight hug, completing your existence. You hummed, unable to crack a word. He kept stroking your hair, shoulders, drawing circles on your skin. “Love you too much, it hurts daddy…” you smiled in his brace. His lips placing soft kisses on your back and neck.

For a while longer, he was massaging your body, his hand gliding over the redness from where the drumsticks left marks. “Pretty, pretty” he mumbled on your neck. “I think, you’ve just earned your praise.” He bit on a lovebite on your collarbone.

You hummed and smiled in response. He shifted on top of you, taking a look at you for a while, he admired his work on your body. He very gently went to place wee kisses on your temple, swiping away sweaty hairs, off your face. He moved down to your jaw, then across your neck. His hands squeezed your shoulders and you closed your eyes, smiling at the feeling.

“My kitten” he purred as he moved to show your breasts some appreciation. His lips closed around your nipple, as he sucked and pulled and rolled it. You started to quietly moan, the heat in your stomach building up again. His tongue traced a wet line from your neck, between your breasts, down to your navel.

His hands parted your legs, as he situated himself between your thighs. His tongue played with the sensitive skin near to your core, but not quite where you need him the most, while his hands were back on your nipples again. Your hips went up desperately trying to make him do more.

“Eager, again, aren’t we?” he purred at your inner thigh, where a hickey was forming. You hummed burying your hands in his hair. His breath was extremely close to your glistening folds. You could feel the cold air brushing against you heat and squirmed at the feeling. “Please, daddy, I need you…” you whined.

He drew his tongue from the bottom of your opening, all the way up to your clit, making it throb at the touch. Roger repeated that action a few more times, agonizingly slow for your need.

“Roger, please, please…” you moaned.

He looked up from your between your legs and smiled. Abruptly his finger pushed inside, making you yelp at the friction. His lips closed and sucked on your clit, as he pumped his finger in and out. You pulled the sheets in your fists and shut your eyes, moving your hips to meet him. His other hand pressed your body down “Don’t move, or I’ll stop.” He murmured against your dripping heat, which send shivers all over your body.

Adding a second finger, he massaged your inner walls, finding the spot and pressed harder on it.

“Fuck, daddy! Right there!” you screamed.

“You close, petal?” he demanded.

“Shit, yes, so close Roger!” you tried to catch a breath.

“Good. Gonna take care of you baby!”

You moaned deeper and cried out his name.

“Fuck, fuck!” your orgasm reached, your body trembled. Your legs started to uncontrollably shake. Your fists ripped the sheets from each side. Your head tossed back, body arched up. A hot and cold wave was washing over and over again, as he fucked out your high with his fingers, until you succumbed. You were so lost; you didn’t even notice when he crawled up to you. When you opened your eyes, you saw his wet mouth, smirking at you. Quickly looking between your legs, you saw a pool of wetness, you stared in shock.

“I just gave my baby, the most powerful orgasm she ever had” he kissed you and hugged you. You were still panting but managed to speak “I should disobey more often then.” you smirked up to him.

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