#How to Build a Relationship with Jesus

[inherpower]

Where is the love?

I have a deep yearning to know and feel God’s love. I’m in an interesting season in my life. There are some relationships that I have upheld as a form of identity for myself and through those relationships I have loved as deeply as I knew how to. All of those relationships have transformed and no longer provide the same sustenance that they once did. I’m being broken down, my sense of identity completely shattered. It’s as if God has inserted himself into my life and decreased my interactions, changed my heart posture so that all I could do was come to Him. In reading 1 John 4:7-21, John tell us that God is love and when we love, we know God.

"We love because he loved us first"  -- 1 John 4:19

But what if you’re view on love and how you were giving and receiving love gets damaged? I find myself having to start fresh and go back to square one, learning what love truly is and is not. I often tell a story of how back at the start of 2020 (before the pandemic hit) I shouted to God at the top of a mountain saying that I am ready to be who HE created me to be. My life utterly broke down after that prayer. In fact I’m still clearing out the rubble as I write this. God stripped me of all perceived safety and security in anything that was not Him. Now I spend a great amount of my time praying and allowing God to rebuild me. This hasn’t been easy. If you are married, a parent, an exalted child, a person of status in your career, imagine that position or title that you hold most dear being adapted into what God desired for you, not the other way around.

One thing I’ve asked God in the past and I’ve heard other people ask is why would God allow for a certain situation and circumstance to happen? God broke it down. Bear with me. At times we get ourselves into situations that weren’t even what God wanted for us in the first place and then we ask why He allowed it to happen. God gave us free will. We made those decisions of our own volition. In fact God loves us so much that He will often send us a messenger telling us hey, that might not be the direction you wanna go in and we may get defensive and push back on that message and say that WE have a right to choose. And if the situation or circumstance that we may be getting into is really bad, God many send a messenger multiple times in many different forms. So why be mad at God? 

Yeah I know it’s a hard pill to swallow but the beauty is that we can come to Him when it all comes down and He will rebuild us and set us on the path that He designed for us. When I asked God to come into my life He cleaned house. All that I had known, believed and stood on was dismantled. Initially I called out to God asking why. Why was I being punished? To make matters worse I had to be silent and not clap back or defend myself when I wanted to. In rare moments when I was crying and pleading to take action He would tell me Do nothing. Say nothing. Let me take care of it. It took some time but He calmed my storms. My conversations with God turned into prayers then they turned into praise. A situation would come along and try to knock me off my square and I started thanking God for His love and protection. I may have been rattled for a bit but I got back to center and grounded myself in God’s love.

So back to what I was initially presenting in regards to my relationships. In each realm of my life (family, friend, self) God has revamped my relationships to show me how loved I am. And for the relationships that still need some work, He has set them aside and is taking care of them on my behalf. While He does that I lean into Him to nourish me. That’s all He’s ever wanted is for me to come to Him so that He can wrap himself around me and remind me that I am loved. There is a verse that has been my beacon of light when it comes to love. When you have a chance read all of Ephesians 3:14-21 but I will share the parts within this larger text that I rest on.

"...that according to the riches of his glory he may grant you to be strengthened with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith - that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God."  -- Ephesians 3:16-19 ESV

I’ll come back to this passage in another post and dive deeper into this cause it’s so good. But I want to end here with this and let you meditate on these words.

[tending-the-hearth]

screaming crying throwing up that’s his lord that’s his messiah but more than that at this point that’s his brother and he knows he’s going to die and that he can’t do a thing about it but he also knows he needs to do something to comfort him and all he can say is that he loves him?????

and the moment just before this scene being Peter telling the others to give Jesus time alone, and all of them walking off, and John not even hesitating as he stands to kiss Jesus and give him comfort????? to tell Jesus he loves him?????

and something something about both John and Judas sealing their relationship with Jesus via a kiss (John as the Beloved and Judas as the Betrayer)

[blazethecheeto]

if they don't want us to see frost and mark's 'relationship' (it's in air quotes because whatever the fuck they have i refuse to call a relationship) as a joke, then they need to stop treating it like a joke in canon.

the time skips are appalling, genuinely, like how did we go from frost not giving a shit about this man to her crawling head over heels and crying over him and NO in between. there was never an in-between checkpoint for their storyline, it was all or nothing and i have no idea what's going on anymore, it's the INCONSISTENCY for me. i'm on 8x07 rn and the last time we saw mark, he made her vulnerable and believed this could be real, almost kissed her, then jumped out a fucking window.

she was mad for literally half a season.

let's just say i was a huge "frostblaine" fan. the last time i saw them was in 7x15 where they had their only serious moment in their whole story, only for it to be a lie. now, maybe i would want to see one episode where they AT LEAST reconcile and apologize?? instead of hearing about it after the fact?? nope, the next time we see them they're skydiving and singing karaoke and making out like their kiss wasn't a huge build-up for nothing. i'm so with caitlin on how quickly and weirdly their relationship progressed.

honestly, maybe i would be less hateful about this ship if they even TRIED to give them a good love story. it's clear the writers forget about mark (like they forget about frost and caitlin) until they realize, oh yeah, frost has no plot this season so we need to make her only lines per episode about her boyfriend who ditched her! it makes me mad that they reduced her character to that in s8. she can provide so much more than just the edgy 'teenager' that talks about her boyfriend all the time.

i haven't watched the rest of the season and i heard it does get better for her plot wise, but i also know she fucking dies so ofc they would do that.

there has been no serious moment in this whole 'on-again off again' bullshit. it's literally 'oh mark has abs!!!!! guys i have such a silly girly crush on him haha oh he's evil i'm gonna be pouty for half a season- oh wait he's back!!!' they've been treated as the comic relief couple. even in armageddon, caitlin wasn't even there at the fucking party but oh! right, we forgot frost! she's...oh yeah, she's having sex with mark in the bathroom bc that suits her character and the only thing we care about :333

they treat them like a joke, so how do they expect us not to see it as just that?

[faithfulsheepdog]

[feastingonchrist]

overwhelmed trying to write a letter for my church staff because i'm so grateful and it's hard for me to even put into words/feel it all because God has been so good to me and so good to me through them

He's cooking so hard as i'm typing my fingers awayyyy

[todayisafridaynight]

any hopes for kiwami 3? like things u wanna see added or changed stuff like that

if they dont keep kiryu's goofy walk stance and the hoof-like walk sounds i dont wanna play it

[eternal-dragon-of-time]

Some of my headcanon curses for Lore:

Avatar's Above - super light kind of invocation, the "oh my god" of lore. You aren't serious.

Avatar's Below - more spicy! Sort of implies that you think the Avatar's are in hell. Considered incredibly coarse language.

Celeritas/Kyanos/Fiamme/Voidstar etc on Lore - depending on which you're invoking this can vary from "I really hope things get better for you" to "I hope this god descends to this plane to break it in half and smite YOU SPECIFICALLY"

Anything with the term Mother - darkblood specific but also anyone particularly involved with Chaos, super taboo and would get you kicked out of "finer places".

Fuck the eternal dragon of time - Hero specific. Said with the weight of having the worlds worst predecessor when stepping into a manager position you didn't want.

[faetealights]

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

whatever you want

words: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, ab riding, tit fucking, semi public sex, established relationship, cumming in mouth, mentions of future and past sex, lots of talk about rafes muscles, reader is kinda described as having big (or at least decent sized) breasts, lots of banter can these bitches just shut up and fuck oh my goddddd

“again.” you call, almost sounding drunk despite being completely sober.

rafe sighs, rolling his eyes, but the side of his lip quirks up, unable to hide how much he likes your fascination.

rafe flexes again, his arms bulging and pecs tightening. you reach out, smoothing your hands over the hard muscles.

“you're so strong.” you coo, sat on rafes lap despite the hot temperature of the day, which resulted in rafe pulling his shirt off.

"you're acting like you've never seen me shirtless before.” rafe says with a chuckle.

“shh, let me appreciate you.” you shake your head. sure, you've seen him shirtless plenty of times but rafe was bulking up for summer and it caused all his muscles to be deliciously defined.

“alright, whatever.” rafe flexes again, not going to argue too much when he has your hands obsessively touching every part of his body.

your hands move down to his stomach, fingers running over his abs. “if you let me ride your abs, i’d let you do whatever you want to me.”

“you-” rafe places his hands on his hips, sitting up straighter. “you want to ride my abs?”

“yeah.” you nod, quirking your head to the side. “you know, like rub my pussy against them.”

“shit, do it right now.” rafe looks down at your short shorts, barely covering more than your underwear does.

“yes!” you squeal out, hopping up and tugging your bottoms and panties off, not caring that you’re in the backyard and anyone could theoretically come by. “lay back.” you instruct.

rafe lays on the couch, smiling up at you as you climb on top of him. “you’ll have to flex for me as im doing this.” you inform rafe, placing your pussy on his abdomen. “especially your pecs.” you poke his chest.

“you’re such a slut for my body.” rafe chuckles, hands coming to your hips, pushing you further down, feeling your wetness as your thighs spread even more open.

“i can’t help that you’re so sexy.” you shrug, hips starting to move back and forth in a slow rock, carefully building up the pace, wanting to enjoy being sat on his stomach.

you lean forward, placing your hands on his chest for stability, pressing your clit further against his muscles. rafe flexes his muscles and they harden underneath you.

“rafe!” you squeal. 

“i guess you like that, huh?” rafes hands squeeze at your hips and lift up, placing you harder back down on his stomach. “oh, you like that too.” he smiles as he bounces you again and you moan out.

“i really like that.” you hum, eyes struggling to stay open with the pleasure, but you want to keep your eyes on rafe beneath you. its rare he lets you take over like this.

you moan as you both bounce, using your knees to go up and down while rafe assists so you don’t get burnt out. 

you pull your top off, revealing the bikini top you’re wearing underneath, ready to go swimming whenever you’re done playing with rafe, needing to get in the water on this sweltering day.

“jesus, your tits are perfect.” rafe smiles as he watches your chest bouncing, sitting up to rub his face in between your pushed together breasts, the bikini top holding them tight together.

“not as perfect as yours.” you giggle, hands squeezing at his chest, palms over his nipples.

“don’t call them tits.” rafe rolls his eyes as he lays back, head against the cushion.

“well, whatever you wanna call them, i fucking love your muscles. your pecs-” you squeeze your hands again, digging into his soft flesh until rafe flexes and they harden. “your biceps-” you move your hands, and rafe flexes again, his muscles bulging. “your abs.” this time you press your pussy down, rubbing against the contours and ridges.

“you’re lucky that you offered to let me do whatever i want to you otherwise i wouldn’t have agreed to this.” rafe smirks.

“oh yeah?” you raise an eyebrow. “what are you gonna do to me?” there’s truly nothing rafe could do to your body that wouldn’t bring you pleasure, you glow just under his attention alone.

“fuck your tits.” rafe smirks, eyes moving down from your face to your chest. “as soon as your done, right here for anyone to see.”

“damn, you could do anything and you don’t want to fuck my asshole or tie me up?” you laugh, expecting something more from rafe.

“you’d let me do all that whenever anyways.” rafe pushes your hips down, grinding you against him. you moan and lean forward, your hands coming back to rafes chest. 

“keep doing that.” you whimper, eyes sliding closed as your mouth drops open, moans filling the air and being carried away by the wind. 

rafe keeps moving, the veins in his forearm flexing as your wetness spreads over his abs, coating them in your slick, allowing your pussy to drag even easier.

“im-im close.” you warn, swallowing thickly.

rafe grunts and increases his hold, tightening his grip on your hips so you can’t slip loose, grinding you down as he flexes his abs, the hardness rubbing against your clit making you moan out, body falling forward as you cum hard, shaking as rafe lets up on you, hands loosening and moving to rub your back.

“fuck.” you whine, snuggling into his chest, letting your hips drop down, feeling rafes hardness pressing against your stomach.

rafe starts to move as you cry out, not ready to do anything more than close your eyes and feel his warmth against your cheek.

“come on, brat.” rafe chuckles. “i wanna fuck your tits while you’re all spaced out from your orgasm. you know i love you like this.” 

you hum a sound thats close enough to agreement that rafe flips you so you’re underneath him, laying on your back on the couch as he stands.

“you’re so gorgeous like this.” rafe says as he undoes his belt buckle, then pushing his pants and underwear down, his hard cock popping up.

“wanna taste.” you whine, eyes still droopy.

“nope.” rafe shakes his head. “we made a deal. i know you like to taste me, but im fucking your tits. take your top off.”

rafe pulls at the strings of your bikini, flinging it away to reveal your pink nipples to the sunlight.

“fine, but will you at least cum a little in my mouth?” you pout as rafe kneels on either side of you, glad that the outdoor couch is big enough for all of these activities.

“sure, baby.” rafe chuckles, just another way of showing how desperate you are for him.

rafes hands land on your tits, palms rubbing on your nipples, feeling them harden against his palms, not unlike when he was flexing his muscles for you earlier.

rafes hands move to the sides of your breasts, pushing them together. “god, you look so fuckable right now.”

“yeah? gonna fuck me later then? maybe out on the boat hm? after you’re done with my tits?”

“the boat, the bed, the counter, the shower, im gonna have you everywhere.” rafe bends down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.

you smile up at him, a lazy, tired smile. rafe angles his hips down, the head of his cock pushing against the underside of your tits before slipping in between them.

“oh!” your eyebrows raise, surprised at the unusual feeling, but certainly not disliking it as he begins to move back and forth.

“shit.” rafe grunts. “fuck.”

you swat rafes hands away, pressing your tits together for him. rafe leans forward, hands landing on either side of your neck, his face contorted in pleasure directly over yours.

you look down, eyes watching the head of rafes cock appearing and disappearing between your breasts.

“this is- this is fucking good.” rafe grunts, moving faster. “im- im not gonna last very long.”

you stick your tongue out, rafes cock just long enough to hit it with the tip of his cock as he thrusts. you relish the taste, pulling your tongue back into your mouth every couple thrusts to spread the taste.

“thats it, baby.” rafe moans, one hand moving to your mouth, two fingers pulling at the side of your lip, spreading your mouth wider.

you moan out, tongue open and ready for his cum. rafe fucks forward as fast as he can, just like he does your pussy when you spread your legs wide for him.

“cumming.” rafe manages to say as he surges forward, burying his cock in your mouth as his hand wraps around his length, stroking up and down as he reaches his high, cum spurting into your mouth as you happily swallow.

rafe moans slowly die out and become quieter until hes pulling out of your mouth. “get up my legs are about to give out.” he says quickly, and you barely slide off the couch before he collapses.

you giggle and climb on top of him, pressing kisses to his cheek as his chest heaves up and down.

“im guessing you liked that.” you rub your thumb over his bottom lip.

“yeah.” rafe smiles, his eyes sliding shut.

“so, boat ride now?”

“jesus, woman give me a second.” rafe laughs, pulling you into a gentle kiss.

[inherpower]

Love is patient, love is kind. Love is God

I can’t tell you the exact date or month when I stopped drinking alcohol, but I’m certain it was in 2019. Most people would commit such a huge milestone to memory but I knew I didn’t want to memorialize a time that was marked with so much pain. That’s not to say that I miss alcohol. The pain was multifaceted. I spent years of my life using alcohol as a way to anesthetize trauma from my childhood but inadvertently I ended up causing pain to my loved ones through my drinking. Which in turn brought about the pain from shame and guilt. I knew that I shouldn’t be harming myself in such a way but I repeated the dangerous cycle again and again for years. Then there was the pain of quitting, which wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I had already reached a breaking point where my back was up against the wall. Fortunately my drinking hadn’t gotten to a point where I lost my job and my family but I lost enough of myself that I was beginning to crack. I can honestly say that God was with me during this time because there is no other explanation for the absolute hard stop. Through I did have moments where I felt lured by the mere camaraderie of drinking with others, the desire to drown my sorrows in vodka was no longer a battle.

This was also a pivotal time as it was sandwiched in between two very important flash points that I cannot gloss over. Some months or maybe a year prior, I was lying in bed crying to my then partner lamenting over the fact that I did not know who I was. A sudden rush of an identity crisis came crashing down and I was struggling to find me. Then after I stopped drinking I was hiking in the hills of Oakland California in early 2020 (right before the pandemic) and yelled out to God from a peak that I had climbed saying I’M READY! MAKE ME THE PERSON THAT YOU CREATED ME TO BE LORD! 2020 was also the year I turned forty and this was crucial since I had prophesied at a young age that thirty, more importantly forty, would be when my life would get progressively better (yeah imagine an eight-year-old child wide eyed about turning forty…crazy). Remember that crack I talked about earlier? Well it would be around this time in my life when those cracks started to give way and I became completely undone.

I was in therapy finally addressing old wounds that I had been running away from for so long. And while this was one of the most difficult times of my life due to the internal changes and rupturing that I was experiencing, I was confident that it would all be worth it and I would come out on the other side healed, shiny and new. Fast forward to today and I felt that rupturing again. There are many new yet familiar things in my life that are cropping up and the one difference that is crucial to note is that I’m not drinking. I know I’m repeating the drinking thing but you have to understand how much of a crutch this was in my life. Work getting on my nerves? Drink. Celebrating something great!? Drink. Trying to be social and engaging with people? Drink. Chilling at home watching tv and just glad that I made it through the week? Drink. But the most important reason for my drinking was to keep everything else out and keep me locked in. Truth be told I hated the taste of alcohol, but once I got past that first or second (sometimes even third) gulp, then I was good. I felt as though I needed vodka and wine to hide from the pain and create a happier, more tolerable avatar that people could like, maybe even love.

In hindsight I recognize that I have a tendency to identify myself through the lens of pain. It wouldn’t be until years after that pivotal moment when I stopped drinking that I began to untether myself from pain. Not to say that I was making a commitment to never feel pain again (that’s impossible) but rather to begin the process of stripping away the narratives that I had painted on myself. Narratives such as being dirty, unholy, spoiled rotten and an all around bad kid. There were other narratives of being an orphan, unloveable, unworthy and damaged goods. I believed that everything I touched died, disintegrated or disappeared. I was able to quiet these narratives through alcohol. So when I sit here, type these words and tell you that I’m in a new state of rupturing without alcohol, without edibles or shrooms (yeah I went there) or even my favorite drug of choice…distraction, I’m forced to look at my life through a clearer lens.

When you see everything through pain it’s hard to see the joy and the good in life. Pain also gave me the false notion that love was unable to be alive within me. Trauma caused me to guard myself, put up walls, barriers, blockades, blinders, moats even around not just my heart, it extended out at least six feet from me. And good luck trying to get in cause those walls were so thick that they were impenetrable. Oddly enough I did my best to pour love out to any and everyone I came across. But because I didn’t know love for myself, I wasn’t really able to give love to others. And as long as I was looking at life through those pain colored glasses, I wouldn’t know how to truly open myself up to the full essence of love.

About a month ago I got baptized. This was an act that I felt was important to me, something that marked a change that started percolating within me just weeks prior. While I had a connection with God, I never had a relationship. And now I wanted to not only know God but feel the fullness of His love for me. Listen, opening up to love can feel terrifying because there’s always the risk of being hurt. But hurt comes even when you’re blocking yourself from the very thing that you’re trying to avoid. Sometimes the hurt is even worse because the rigid stance that we have to brace ourselves for the impact of hurt makes us more brittle and the propensity to crack is greater. I would be insane to think that I could somehow avoid being hurt or hurting someone else, that’s just not realistic. But avoiding pain means that I’m avoiding love, and that is a risk that I’m no longer willing to take.

[frosttbitten]

being seattle ellie's stress reliever

warnings: oral (both receiving), slightttt angst but also just not its more of ellie being emo on the inside, dom ellie, established relationship i suppose, semi public sex, mean ellie, fingering (r receiving), kind of dubcon?, choking (r receving)

𖧧 seattle ellie pulling you into a random building after the seravena so she could push you onto your knees for her. she'd be so annoyed that the two guys were already dead, and using you is such a good stress reliever

her hands are in your hair after clearing the building, pulling you into a messy kiss. seattle ellie pushing you up against the door, murmuring a harsh "on your fucking knees" as if you wouldn't happily stay at her feet for as long as she wanted

𖧧 seattle ellie bossing you around, making you feel like you can't eat her properly, like you're not good enough even when she's stifling whines and swears that were threatening to claw up her throat like bile

"jesus, babe, did you forget how to fuck me? are you really that stupid?" as seattle ellie's hand reaches down to grab your chin, roughly pulling you back up to your feet. she'd shove you against the wall, making you cry out when the door knob dug into your spine. she felt guilty for hurting you, she really did, but she didn't want to feel it. she didn't want to feel anything.

an apology is on the tip of her tongue, making her frown. ellie's quick to cover it with a scowl, wrapping her hand around your throat. "don't tell me you're just as useless as these fuckers." she waves her gun in the direction of the room behind you, where the bodies of the people tommy killed were sitting. "you're supposed to be smart, babe. don't be an idiot, don't be useless to me."

the tips of her fingers pressed into the side of your neck, a hint of pleading hidden behind her eyes, as if she's desperate for you to touch her, but she won't give in to it.

𖧧 seattle ellie who constantly feels guilty for being mean even though she's not always mean. on the second day she's giving you sweet kisses before she leaves, but when she gets back with jesse she's meaner.

you couldn't really understand why she was acting meaner, but you also couldn't really blame her. and let's be honest, you weren't complaining with the way she fucked you in the back of the theatre

𖧧 seattle ellie dragged you to the dressing room as soon as jesse had passed out on the couch in the main area, her fingers coiled tight around your wrist.

a whimper tumbled from between your lips when she slammed you back against the wall, barely able to process it before her lips smashed against your own. you were struggling to keep up with her ferocity in her kisses, your nails bit into her skin through her shirt when they clamped down on her shoulders.

clothes and shoes were tossed on the floor before you knew it, your back against the wall. seattle ellie's hand cupped the back of your thigh, pulling it up and over her shoulder, your hand instinctively grabbed the back of her head when her lips latched on your clit.

𖧧 you didn't really know how long she'd stayed on her knees like that, you just knew that you were aching, trying to push her head away. she slapped the inside of your thigh, her brows pinching together, "stop that. just take it. be good and take it."

you could only whine when one of seattle ellie's long fingers prodded at your entrance, pushing in slowly just to add another shortly after.

"that's it... open up for me, babe. now you're not so useless, huh?"

[girlgenius1111]

learning curve

alexia putellas x reader [& r's nephew] r gets custody of her 5 year old nephew when her brother gets into trouble. alexia insists on sticking around even though r gives her an out. it's a new and entirely stressful situation for r, but alexia makes it a bit easier. fluff, angst, etc. this is a kidfic.

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How was it possible? That the most ordinary of days could be just one phone call away from shattering life as you knew it. 

You should have known, really. Should have seen it coming. You were happy for the first time in a while. Happy in your career, in your relationship. Of course something would come along to change everything. 

It was a pleasant day off, the day you got the call. A slow morning where Alexia woke up way before you, but didn’t get up. Instead, she let you sleep in her arms, completely content to just… be there with you. You’d made breakfast together, Alexia’s voice raspy from lack of use, pressing kisses to your shoulders, your face, your neck, as if she couldn’t help it. It was purely and entirely happy. 

Your phone rang just after breakfast. It was an unknown number and you never answered unknown numbers but something about the call made your stomach drop. You clicked the answer button and gave Alexia an apologetic smile, walking out of the room. 

“Hello?” You greeted, tapping your foot impatiently when no one said anything right away. Alexia had put on her favorite show, and as much as you pretended to despise the soap, you were hooked. 

The robotic, pre-recorded message that began startled you.

“This call is from a person currently incarcerated in prison. All calls are logged and recorded and may be listened to by a member of prison staff. If you do not wish to accept this call, please hang up now.” 

It wasn’t shocking, not really. You’d gotten calls like this before, but not for a few years. He used to call a lot, when he first started getting into trouble, asking for money for a lawyer. At the time, you hadn’t had any to give him. Eventually those specific calls stopped. You still heard from him, but not through a call being recorded by a prison. 

He hadn’t been arrested in 5 years. And now… the stakes were much higher. 

“Hello?” The deep voice of your brother came over the line, sounding utterly defeated. 

“Leo.” You sighed. “What happened?” 

“I fucked up. I… Will wanted to start football. But I couldn’t… I couldn’t pay for boots for him. I just wanted to get him something nice.” Leo choked out. You could hear the emotion in his voice, and ignored the pang in your chest as you pictured the little boy just two years older than you, lip trembling as he promised he’d take care of everything. 

“Leo, why didn’t you call me? And ask for help?” 

“I didn’t want to bother you. You’re busy and I should be able to provide for my son. I shouldn’t have to ask my little sister for help, I should have it figured out.” 

“So… this is better? Getting arrested for petty theft and then calling me for help?” You asked sarcastically, though you understood him more than you’d admit. The need to be independent, completely self sufficient. The sinking feeling you’d get when you had to ask for help with something… you still felt that, too.

Your brother was quiet for a moment. Long enough that dread started to build up inside of you again. 

“It’s not petty theft.” He said finally. “It’s grand theft. And accessory to assault. The guy I was working with went a bit rogue.” 

“Jesus.” You sighed. “How long?” 

Another long silence. 

“How long, Leo?”

“10-15 years.” 

You could practically see the tears falling from his eyes in your head, and you knew just by his tone he wasn’t calling for money. Not this time. You could see Alexia out of the corner of your eye, hovering in the doorway uncertainly. 

“I… I signed the papers, to give you custody of Will. To make it easier to take him back to Spain with you. He’d be yours, and I know it’s a lot to ask, and if I had any other option, I would, but the only other option is putting him in the system, and I don’t want that for him. I don’t. I’m so sorry to ask this of you, really I–”

“It’s okay.” You breathed. “It’s alright. Of course, I’ll take him. Of course I will.”

Alexia moved closer, resting a hand on your shoulder once she noticed the tears in your eyes. You let her anchor you, suddenly very sure that this was it with her. Today had been the last nice day you’d have with her, and you hadn’t even known it. 

 But there wasn’t a question of whether you’d do it or not. 

“Are you sure? With your career and–”

“I can make it work.” You said. “I’ll make it work.” 

“Okay.” Leo replied, sounding overwhelmingly relieved. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I wish I–” 

“I’ll be there as soon as I can to get him.” You cut in, unwilling to hear another apology. It wouldn’t fix anything.

 Leo gave you the name of the woman to call, before saying goodbye and hanging up. Even after the call ended, you remained frozen, thinking through all the details, all the things you needed to do, unsure where to start. 

“Amor?” 

Right. That’s where you had to start. 

You turned to Alexia, your face completely impassive. It was the face you made when the team lost and you were upset, or when you got hurt and didn’t want to cry. It was you running from vulnerability, and it had been a long time since Alexia had seen you make it towards her. She’d thought you were past this. 

“My brother was arrested. I’m getting custody of his son. Will. He’s 5. I’m going to bring him back to Spain with me.” You spoke robotically, eyes fixed on a point on the wall just beyond Alexia’s shoulder. 

“Oh… oh wow.” Alexia breathed, nodding her head slowly as she took the information in. 

“It’s a good thing I didn’t get rid of my old apartment. I’ll move my stuff when I get back, you don’t need to worry about any of it. I’ll move back in there and–”

“Why would you do that?” Alexia interrupted, her face twisted with confusion. You looked at her for a moment, her brown roots growing out and the oversized t-shirt she had on. It was soft, your favorite for her to wear because you loved the way the fabric felt on your skin when she held you. 

God this was hard.  

“I… I won’t do this to you, Ale. I won’t. You don’t need this, but I have to–”

“No. Stop. We are not breaking up, and you are not moving out.” 

You turned away from her when you saw the tears in her eyes, clenching your fists tightly and taking a few slow deep breaths. She was making this so hard, but you should have known she would. 

“Alexia,” you began, your voice abruptly cutting off when the midfielder gently grabbed you by the shoulders and turned back towards her. 

“No. No.” She repeated, shaking her head over and over. “Do you love me?” 

You exhaled sharply, desperately wanting to wipe the tear off her cheek. To cradle her face in your hands, and kiss her frown away. You should lie, that would be the best choice. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. 

“I do, Ale. I love you so much. That’s why–”

“Then that’s it. You love me and I love you and people who love each other do not break up.” Alexia said firmly, her lip trembling even as she bit it to make it stop. 

“Alexia, please. It’s okay. You don’t have to do this with me, I could never ask you to.” 

“You are not asking. I am telling you. I am not going anywhere, and neither are you. You bring Will here and we’ll figure it out together. Together, amor.” 

She moved closer, her hands cradling your cheeks, wiping your tears away just as you’d wanted to do with hers. Somehow, she was convincing you. Like she always did. Whenever it felt too unbelievable that she loved you, whenever you became absolutely convinced that you’d tricked her or something, and tried to leave for her. She always convinced you to stay, because she knew you never really wanted to leave her. 

“It’s gonna be a lot.” You murmured, your hands finding their way to her waist, your body giving in before your brain did. “It’s gonna be really hard, especially with work.” 

“We can do it. Together.” Alexia promised, leaning forward to dust a kiss across the tip of your nose. “I love you. I’m not going anywhere. We’re going to do it together, okay? Don’t push me out. Please.” 

“Okay.” You allowed, finally giving in and leaning into her. She wrapped her arms around your body, squeezing so tight it almost hurt. 

“Promise me? No pushing me away.” She whispered into your ear. 

“I promise.” You breathed the words back, knowing, somehow, that you wouldn’t break this promise. Never before had you gone back on something you’d promised Alexia, and you didn’t intend to start now. 

—

The plane ride had been long, and though you were already exhausted, you hadn’t slept a wink. You were wide awake when the plane took off, and wide awake when it landed hours later. Some sleep would have really done you some good, but there was nothing to do about that now. 

It was really an amalgamation of all of your least favorite things. The social services office was just as bad as you remembered it. Just as… lonely, regardless of how incredibly crowded it was. It was overly beige, from the walls down to the outfit the woman sitting across from you was wearing. Susan. Even her name sounded beige. Then, there was the paperwork. An endless pile of it on the desk in front of you. Your hand was starting to cramp from signing, and all you wanted was to see Will. Physically see him, make sure he was okay. He was somewhere in this building, surrounded by strangers. It was impossible not to picture him, all small and scared in an office, wondering if you were really coming for him. 

You remembered that feeling. No one had ever come for you and Leo. 

But you were here for Will. You were here for him, and it didn’t matter too much that he barely knew you; at least, that's what you told yourself. 

You were his aunt that lived far away in Spain, that sent at least three presents for his birthday every year, and three more for Christmas. You talked to him on the phone every so often, and Leo liked to send a picture of Will wearing your kit every few months. He liked dinosaurs and crafts, and he adored your brother. Will’s mom had never been in the picture; you’d never met her, never even gotten Leo to tell you her name. It was just the two of them, and you knew it was hard. You didn’t know it was this hard for your brother, though. You’d have stepped in much sooner if you’d known. 

Signing the last piece of paper, you inhaled deeply and slid it back across the desk towards Susan. 

“Okay! That’s everything in order. It would be a lot more complicated if your brother hadn’t signed over his rights. Great foresight of him, to have the paperwork all ready!”

Yeah. Great foresight. Leo clearly possessed that. 

“I’ll go get Will! Like I said before, he’s been having a tough time, but the minute he arrived here he asked for you, telling us he was supposed to make sure that his Aunt came for him if anything ever happened to his Dad. I think he’ll settle once he finally sees you.” 

Susan smiled kindly, stepping away from the desk and briskly walking down the hall. 

The words settled something in you that worried Will wouldn’t want to go with you, while at the same time, making you so incredibly frustrated. Leo could make sure to prepare Will for this exact situation to occur, yet he couldn’t avoid committing felonies? 

Before you could think too hard about what to say or do, there he was. Walking slowly down the hall next to Susan, a blue dinosaur clutched tightly to his chest. His brown hair fell messily around his head, in a way that reminded you of your brother. He was small, wearing a sweatshirt and shorts and a pair of velcro shoes. Small and scared, his face creased with anxiety and fear, even as he approached you. 

“Here she is!” Susan said encouragingly, gently nudging Will closer when he came to a stop just in front of you. He was gazing up at you with wide, unsure eyes, and you could see tear tracks on his cheeks, his eyes red and puffy. He was so small. 

It was instinctual, something you didn’t even know you possessed that had you kneeling down and opening your arms. Will’s forehead un-creased just slightly, and he rushed forward, wrapping his arms tight around your neck. 

“Hey, buddy. Everything’s okay now. I’ve got you.” You whispered, holding tightly to the little boy that was clinging onto you as if you were the last stable thing in the world. And you supposed you were; in his world at least. 

Will exhaled shakily. For the first time in two whole days, he felt just a tiny bit safe. He didn’t know you well, granted, but his Daddy had always told him that if there was an emergency, to make sure to call you. He’d taught Will how to click your contact and call. Will hadn’t been sure you’d come. You lived far away, and he barely ever saw you. The two of you were strangers practically. But Leo had always told Will that you’d come for him if he needed you. And Leo had never broken a promise to Will before… Well not until the other day, he’d waited in the office at school for a whole hour after the bell rang. When someone came for him, it wasn’t his Dad. It was a police officer with a mustache and a mean face, and all Will could do was cry, and make sure that the police officer knew he had to call you. And though the details Will had been given were few, he knew his Dad had been bad and he was in trouble. Big trouble. The police officer had sounded all angry and stern when he’d told Will this, softening only slightly when Will asked when he’d get to see his Dad again.

The police officer hadn’t answered, instead telling Will that he was being taken to the social services office, where he’d wait to figure out what the next steps were. 

Will had waited for you, and even though the nice lady had told him you were coming, it took a while. More than one day, but he couldn’t quite remember. It felt like forever. 

But now you were here, and you’d given him a hug that felt like the hugs his Dad gave him, and he didn’t feel like he had to try to be brave anymore. Your arms didn’t loosen around him even as you stood up, and Will let himself relax. Just for a moment. 

—

“We going to Spain?” Will wondered, gripping two of your fingers when you held out your hand towards him. He trotted along next to you as you headed from the social services building down the block to your hotel. 

��Yeah. Barcelona.” You affirmed. Luckily, Will had been able to talk to Leo on the phone, and Leo told him what the plan was. 

“Bar-sa-lonuh? Or Spain?” 

“Barcelona is a city in Spain.” You clarified. “We’ll go there on a plane tomorrow morning.” 

“Is it a big plane?” 

“It’s a pretty big plane. Have you ever been on a plane before?” 

Will shook his head, brown curls blowing backwards slightly in the wind.

“It’ll be fun. We’ll get snacks and… pick out a few movies to watch. And you can sleep if you want to.” 

“Snacks and movies?” Will repeated. 

“Yes! Does that sound fun?” You tried to sound excited even though there wasn’t really anything you were dreading more than the long flight with a five year old. 

Will just shrugged, his hand tightening around your fingers. You shifted the strap of his big duffel bag so it was further up on your shoulder, stopping just outside the hotel and bending down so you were eye level with him. 

“I know it’s a lot of change, Will. And I know you don’t know me very well but–” 

“My Daddy said you’re nice. And that you’ll take good care of me.” Will whispered, tearing up as he remembered the phone call he’d gotten to have with his father this morning. Leo had called you right after, himself trying to hold it together as he explained he told Will that you were coming for him. 

“I’m going to do my very best to take good care of you. We’re gonna figure it out together, alright?” 

Will nodded slowly, taking a deep breath and rubbing at his eye with his fist. “Alright.” 

You figured that was the best you’d get, for now. 

—

“Tia?” Will whispered. You turned, finding him all tucked into one of the double beds, the covers pulled up to his chin. He was so small, the dinosaur pajamas he’d pulled out of his duffel bag a bit too big on him. ‘Dad said I’d grow into them if I ate my vegetables’, Will had said. Your brother was many things, and a good father was one of them. He was giving you a huge responsibility and huge shoes to fill. 

Refocusing on Will and not how much he looked like your brother, you smiled, walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“What’s up, buddy?” You asked, hesitating for a moment before reaching and out brushing one of his curls away from his face. His whole body relaxed at the motion, and he looked a bit more confident as he opened his mouth to speak again. 

“Do we have to go to Spain? We… we can’t stay here?” 

Your heart twisted in your chest. You thought of your brother's words on the phone the past few days. He’d repeated it a few times, as if knowing the doubt you’d carry. 

You can’t leave Spain. You have a career and a life there. Will speaks a bit of Spanish, and he’ll adjust. He needs to be with you, and you need to be where you’re going to be happy. That will be the best thing for him.

Leo spoke with a wisdom in his voice that used to infuriate you, but you’d decided to trust the big brother voice, this time. Because he was Will’s dad, and he knew what Will needed. 

“We have to go to Spain.” You confirmed. Will frowned, an unhappy look on his face that tore at your emotions. “I know, it’s going to be an adjustment. But your Dad told me to take you there, and he always knows best, right?” 

Will looked conflicted. “I like it here.”

“I know, I know you do.” You paused, thinking once again back to your brother's advice. 

Talk to him like he’s a person, not a baby. He’s a smart kid, he’ll understand. 

“I play football in Spain. It’s my job there, so that’s where we have to be for now. But you’ll like it, I promise. It’s warm and sunny and it has really good food. Alexia is there, and I know you’ll love her, and she’s so excited to meet you in person.” 

Thankfully, Will had met Alexia over facetime before, and knew that you were together. You didn’t have to introduce the idea to him, as he’d somehow already seemed to know it wouldn’t just be the two of you when you arrived in Spain. 

Will looked doubtful, and you could see the anxiety clearly written across his face. His features were so like Leo’s, and it was the same face your brother always had when he was nervous about something. The same face you had when you were nervous about something. 

“Why don’t you ask me questions about Spain? And I’ll answer them, and then you’ll know more before we get there.” 

Will was a talker, that much you knew. And so the questions began, about the food in Spain, about school in Spain, about the team you played for, and whether there were dinosaur toys there. Question after question, until you laid down on the bed next to him, eyes barely open. 

“Do you live in a house in Spain?” Will asked, his energy still in full force as he asked what felt like the 500th question of the evening. 

“An apartment, but you’ll have your own room.” 

“And Alexia lives there?” 

You nodded groggily. 

“Does she speak Spanish?” 

“She does, but she also speaks English.” 

Will hummed. “My Dad was teaching me some Spanish for when we met Alexia. He said your tia taught you both Spanish and that's why I call you tia because that’s Spanish for aunt.” 

At this, you cracked a smile, forcing your eyes open as you nodded. “That’s true. We lived with our tia for a while and she taught us Spanish.” 

“Is it hard to learn? I’m not very good.” Will wondered, his questions seemingly endless. 

“Mmm, not hard. You’ll pick it up quickly, especially at school and with Alexia helping you with it.” 

“Is she nice?” 

“She’s very nice.” You promised, eyes flying open when you realized you had a text from Alexia you hadn’t yet read or responded to. Will yawned hugely as you pulled your phone out of your sweatshirt pocket, and you smiled down at him again. 

“Go to sleep, buddy. I can answer more questions tomorrow.” 

With a small grunt of agreement and another yawn, he rolled over. Right into you, his head resting against your arm. It was indescribable, the soft feeling that filled your heart. Soft adoration, even as you stilled the left side of your body completely so as not to disturb him. 

You didn’t know much about kids, but it seemed you knew enough. For now. 

Finally, you opened Alexia’s text, tears pooling in your eyes as you read her words. 

Amor! I hope everything is going well. You’re doing great already, I am sure of it. I stopped at the store and got a few things for Will. You said he likes dinosaurs, sí?I love you, I’ll see you tomorrow. I can’t wait to hug you. 

God, you couldn’t wait to see her. It wasn’t very odd for the two of you to spend a night apart, but something about this felt different. You missed her deeply, fully, needed her to hold you and promise everything was going to be okay. The anxiety of how this whole new life would work was almost overshadowed by your excitement to see her again. 

Almost. 

—

Will was a pretty well behaved kid, you’d learned. Very sleepy when he woke up in the morning, but he snapped right out of it when you asked him what he wanted to download to watch on the plane. He very eagerly selected three disney movies, and you realized with a pang to your chest that all three were movies you and your brother had grown up on. 

All three were Leo’s favorites, if you remembered right. 

And now they were Will’s. 

Not being the biggest fan of crowds, the airport clearly made your nephew nervous. He fidgeted his little hands together, walking so close to you that he ran into you every time you stopped. His hand would dart out to grab onto the hem of your t-shirt whenever anyone got too close to him, and he almost cried when the security agent made him walk through the metal detector by himself. 

You figured this made sense, that after his whole world had been turned upside down, of course he’d attached himself onto the most stable thing he could find. That happened to be you. It was just… odd. Something you weren’t used to. The checklist you’d made on your phone helped, reminding you to ask Will if he had to go to the bathroom, if he was hungry or thirsty, if he had any more questions about the plane. It was more than terrifying, honestly, that you were suddenly fully responsible for this small boy. 

There was stress, of course. But there was also something so… incredibly different in the way Will pressed his face to the glass of the plane window, staring wide eyed as the plane took off. For every moment you worried you were messing up, even in the first 24 hours, there were 10 moments where Will rested his head against your shoulder or reached for your hand, or offered you one of his animal crackers with a smile that had you convinced that for your nephew, maybe you could do this. 

—

“I can walk, Tia.” Will mumbled, squirming slightly in your arms. 

You chuckled, rubbing his back softly. “It’s okay, buddy, it’s crowded and I know that makes you nervous.”  

You’d picked him up a moment ago, after noticing how terrified he looked at the massive crowds making their way through the airport. It was a struggle to wrangle both of your bags in one hand, while holding Will in the other, but you didn’t want him to be uncomfortable. You took two steps towards the exit before you had to stop and readjust, wishing you had another pair of hands here to help. 

Alexia had texted that she was there, and though you’d assumed that meant she was outside in her car, your eyes met hers across the bustling baggage claim before you had to take another step. 

Your whole body practically sagged with relief, your bags falling to the ground where you stood as Alexia made her way over to you both, a concerned and sympathetic smile on her face. 

“Mi amor,” she greeted, softly kissing your temple and pulling you into as much of a hug as she could manage with Will still in your arms. 

“Hi.” You choked out, almost in tears at the sight of her. Here, in front of you, at the perfect time. With a smile on her face, already reaching for your bags. 

“Hi, Will.” She said gently. 

Will peaked out from where his face had become hidden in your neck, relaxing a bit when he saw the semi familiar face. 

“Hi.” He whispered back, turning his face back in towards you and shutting his eyes. 

“He’s tired.” You explained, but Alexia just waved you off, beginning to lead you from the airport to the parking garage. It was much easier now that you only had to worry about carrying Will, who was quickly becoming dead weight in your arms as he drifted off. 

“Of course he is, it has been a long few days. I bet you’re exhausted too. We can go home and go right to sleep, sí? We can worry about anything else tomorrow.” 

You nodded your agreement, not even wanting to contemplate the state of your to do list at the moment, though it was getting harder and harder to ignore. 

As you arrived at the car, you shouldn’t have been surprised by the car seat perfectly installed in the back of Alexia’s car. You’d mentioned needing one to her, but for some reason… you half expected her to forget. Or get the wrong one. You weren’t sure why, but it was just something that you thought you’d have to do. 

Yet when you opened the door to the back seat, it was all done for you. The perfect size for Will, buckled in correctly and everything. You carefully deposited him in the seat and buckled him in, before turning to Alexia, once again with tears in your eyes. 

“Thank you for getting that.” You mumbled, shutting the car door as quietly as you could. 

“Of course.” Alexia said easily, her lips curving into a smile as she opened her arms for you. You practically collapsed into them, gripping tight to your girlfriend as she did the same to you. 

“I missed you so much.” You cried. 

“I missed you too, mi amor. You have no idea.” Alexia whispered back, her hand threading through your hair as she just held you for a moment. Eventually she leaned down to press her lips to yours. You kissed her back, taking in the feel of her hands as they cupped your jaw, her fading blonde hair tickling the side of your face. 

When you pulled back from the kiss, she was still gazing at you so lovingly it made your heart burst. 

“Let’s get you both home.” She suggested, and you nodded your agreement, needing nothing more than to be home in that moment. 

—

The relief you felt when you finally stepped back into your apartment wasn’t complete relief. Because you were home, but everything was different. There was a whole other person that had to fit into your life now, and you didn’t even know where to begin carving out a space for him. There was figuring out a school that could accommodate a five year old that spoke very little Spanish. Then there was finding childcare for when training didn’t perfectly align with school, or when the team was traveling. Would you bring Will with for away games? 

The issues you needed to address were seemingly endless, but most urgently was that the extra bedroom was not fit for a child. It had a double bed, which would work for now, but didn’t leave much room for anything else. What did a kid even need in his bedroom? 

Toys, of course. 

Books. 

A desk? 

A dresser? Or would the closet be enough? 

God he would need more clothes. 

And food that he'd like to eat. 

And shampoo and conditioner for kids. Those were different from adult hair products, right? 

That was most urgent, you decided. Making your home a home for him. 

“We should go shopping tomorrow.” You murmured, shifting Will in your arms a bit as you headed for the guest bedroom. He’d fallen asleep in the car and it was night, so it made sense for him to keep sleeping. 

What time did kids his age go to bed? 7? 8? You had no idea. Another question to answer. 

With a gentle hand on your back guiding you down the hall, Alexia hummed in agreement, but you missed the small smile on her face. “I bought a few things.” She reminded you. 

Your assumption was that a few things were a pair of pajamas, a new toy. A book, maybe? But when Alexia stepped around you to push the bedroom door open, your jaw dropped. 

A few things, apparently, was an entirely redecorated room. A beautifully redecorated room. The walls were no longer white; instead they were painted a soft green. A wooden twin bed sat in the corner, a green canopy hanging the tall headboard and footboard. The bed was covered in a green comforter, a soft throw blanket, and 4 different pillows. A long shelf sat just under the large window, filled with toys and books. There was a separate toy box next to the bookshelf, overflowing with even more toys; cars and books and dolls and stuffed animals. Everything. Wall decor, a rug, a dresser, a cozy chair in the corner next to a lamp. 

Alexia had thought of everything. And if you’d had any doubts about her dedication to this, to you, to Will, you no longer did. Alexia had done what you’d been too preoccupied to think of and made Will a space that was entirely his own, a place he could feel safe and comforted. She’d made your home his home without a second thought. 

Without a word, you walked further into the room, choking back a sob as you laid a still sleeping Will down carefully on the bed. He shifted in his sleep, snuggling close to the soft pillows as you draped the throw blanket over him. 

When you finally turned back towards your girlfriend, she was hovering in the doorway, chewing on her bottom lip as she gazed at you worriedly. 

“Too much?” She whispered. 

You barely held back the scoff that would have been much too loud, crossing the room quickly and throwing your arms around her. 

“No. Perfect. You're perfect. Thank you.” You mumbled into her neck, pressing kiss after kiss to the skin you found there. Alexia tightened her hold, walking the two of you backwards and out the door so you didn’t wake Will. 

“Are you crying?” Alexia asked, her thumb tracing across your cheek bone as she leaned back from your embrace. 

You sniffled pathetically, leaning back in to press your forehead to Alexia’s chest and steady yourself. 

“I was just so overwhelmed and you did this and it’s perfect Ale. Thank you. Thank you.” 

Alexia pressed a kiss to the top of your head, squeezing you tightly. 

“You don’t have to thank me. I promised, no? I’m here. We are doing this together.” 

“I love you.” You cried, overwhelmed with love and wonder at what an incredible person your girlfriend was. You’d already known, but she always found a way to surprise you, doing something so absurdly kind and thoughtful that you were struck all over again with how good she was. 

“I love you too.” Alexia replied, swaying the two of you back and forth gently. 

There were still a lot of unknowns. A lot of problems to solve and things to figure out. But you’d never been more sure that you could do it. It wasn’t ideal, but you had Alexia and that was certainly ideal. 

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JUST finished this so PLEASE tell me if you catch a typo also planning more parts to this but i'm VERY open to ideas if you have them :)

[navybrat817]

Vanilla Frosting

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky takes a call at home and you decide to tease him a bit.

Word Count: Over 1k

Warnings: Established relationship, banter, teasing, dirty thoughts, very slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?) and he worships you.

A/N: I blame these photos as they gave me CEO vibes. And @whisperlullaby and @targaryenvampireslayer . Again, before our couple has Muffin and Bean. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

“I thought you said no calls, Boss.”

Bucky sighed and rolled up his sleeves as he looked toward the kitchen. You stood in the doorway with crossed arms and slow building irritation in your eyes. The sight of you always lightened his mood and made his heart race, but that look wasn't a good sign. Oh, he was in trouble.

Some sort of trouble.

As a CEO, he was always prepared to take the fall when it came to his company. Seeing your kissable mouth set in a grim line though? “It’s Steve’s fault,” he blurted out, throwing his best friend under the bus without hesitation.

“Really, Buck?” Steve’s voice rang out from the laptop speaker.

“Yeah, really,” he snapped. When Steve found a partner like you, he’d get why he bent his will to you over everyone else. Hell, he welcomed Steve getting a bit of payback because it would mean his best friend would have found happiness. “I’m sorry, Cupcake,” he added in a softer tone to you.

He didn’t want to take the call, he really didn’t. All he wanted to do was hold you and forget about the stress of work for an evening. He even assured you that there would be no work tonight, but Steve insisted he get on a video chat with some of the executive team. God knew the punk was relentless, but the unimpressed look on your face made him want to fire everyone and start from scratch.

The two of you had plenty of money, so you’d be set if he went that route.

“Steve’s fault, huh?” You slowly smiled after a moment. “Okay. You take the call and I’ll start making some cupcakes.”

Bucky cocked his head with a confused stare as you went further into the kitchen and out of sight. Baking cupcakes wasn't out of the ordinary for you, but you saying “okay” wasn't okay. He knew better. There was no possible way he was off the hook for this. He already had at least ten gifts in mind to buy you once the call wrapped up.

“I love you,” he called after you, not at all ashamed for anyone to hear that as they joined the meeting. If anyone eyeballed him or said an unkind word about voicing his feelings for you outside of the office, they could find another job.

“Love you, too!” You called back.

That brought a small smile to his face. “Let’s get started so we can all get back to our regular evening plans,” he said, trying to keep the annoyance out of his tone.

After a minute, he glanced over the monitor as he heard gentle movement in the kitchen. You weren't slamming things around, which was good. You understood how crazy things could get since you were his secretary. It didn't mean he enjoyed taking time away from the two of you and he didn’t want you upset with him. Even if you weren't upset, he still had to make it up to you. He-

“Hey, Bucky?” Your eyes lit up as you appeared in the doorway again with a small bowl. He was certain he forgot how to breathe when he eyed what you were wearing: a new black and white apron. And nothing else. Jesus fucking Christ. “You want vanilla frosting for the cupcakes, right?”

Bucky subtly shifted in his seat as you sauntered further into the room, his throat dry at the sight of you. The curve of your hips, your hardened nipples teasing him through the fabric. Calling you beautiful wasn't enough. Your beauty was transcendent, indescribable. The kind that made the strongest of people drop to their knees. He was a powerful man, but still just a man at the end of the day and you rendered him powerless. And right now he needed to focus on the call, but how could he focus on anything but you?

He cleared his throat when Jack rambled on about something. Or was it John? Who gave a fuck? “Cupcake,” he growled.

“I know I do. Maybe you can frost me later?” You scooped a bit of frosting onto your finger and wrapped your lips around it with an obscene moan. Thankfully he had his microphone turned off. They didn't need to hear your pretty sounds. “Mmm.”

He groaned when you showed him your tongue. He knew it was frosting, but the image made it easy to picture you wrapping your warm mouth around his cock and showing him his release before you swallowed like a good girl. It took a lot of control not to palm himself. Surely everyone would understand if he ended the call now. Why the fuck did he take this call?

Making sure his hand was out of sight, he beckoned you closer with his finger. If he was lucky he could get you to take the apron off, sit in the nearby chair, and touch yourself. Or you could keep the apron on. As long as he could see your glistening pussy. Even looking wouldn't be enough. He had to get his mouth on it, his cock in it.

But you didn't go to him.

Instead, you tsked with the finger you licked and pointed at the laptop. “Oh, no, Boss. You listened to Steve and took the call. Now deal with the consequences,” you smiled sweetly, turning on your heel and giving him the perfect view of your ass as you walked back into the kitchen.

Yep, he was in big trouble.

Bucky's fists clenched as he got back to the task at hand, but he also chuckled. He deserved a bit of blue balls for the time being. He also had to respect the way you played the game, but he knew how to play the game, too. Before the night was over, he’d be back in your good graces. He’d eat one of your delicious cupcakes before he got a taste of you. And he'd remind you that he didn't have the world because of money, power, or any of that.

Bucky Barnes had the world because he had you.

Oh, these two. 🥰 Steve isn't even upset for getting blamed. 🤣 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[lazysoulwriter]

something about you. - pedro pascal.

requested! thank you. ♡ content: casual relationship, light academia vibes, passionate!reader, history rant, Pedro is very whipped, soft intimacy, admiration, emotional fluff, low-key love confessions with no one saying “I love you” yet

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You don’t even realize you’re doing it at first.

One second you’re talking about a random podcast you listened to—something about Greek drama and how it shaped modern storytelling—and the next, you’re off the couch and pacing, your eyes gleaming with excitement like this is the most important thing anyone’s ever discussed.

“And people still act like tragic structure is some modern thing. Euripides was out here writing full-blown psychological thrillers before Jesus was even born,” you’re saying, hands flailing, voice rising. “And don’t even get me started on how Medea was right, because she was—”

Pedro doesn’t say a word.

He’s just sitting on the couch with a half-drunk mug in his hand, staring at you like you just hung the moon. His whole body is tilted slightly toward you. His expression soft, caught somewhere between awe and infatuation.

Not in a look how cute she is when she’s excited way. In a this woman is a goddess and I’m doomed kind of way.

You pause, a little breathless. “Sorry. I’m spiraling.”

He shakes his head slowly, eyes never leaving your face. “Don’t,” he murmurs. “Seriously. I could watch you talk about this forever.”

You roll your eyes with a smile, your cheeks warm. “Wait ‘til I start on the French Revolution. I get even worse.”

Pedro laughs and sets the mug down, moving toward you. Not all at once—he’s slow about it. Careful, like he doesn’t want to break the moment. One hand finds your thigh, the other rests along the back of the couch behind you.

“You light up,” he says, voice soft and low. “It’s insane. Like I swear everything else disappears when you talk like that.”

You blink, heart stuttering a little. “You’re being weird.”

He grins. “I’m being honest.”

The silence that follows isn’t awkward. It’s charged, humming. You can feel it in the air between you, in the heat of his palm, in the way his eyes drop to your mouth and hover.

You nudge his leg with your knee and laugh. “You’re obsessed with me.”

Pedro leans in a little, just enough to make you dizzy.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “That’s kinda your fault.”

And then he kisses you.

Not soft. Not hesitant.

It’s heat and hunger and something that’s been building for weeks, maybe months, all poured into the press of his mouth against yours. His hand curls around your jaw, pulling you in deeper like he can’t get close enough. You gasp—just a little—and he takes that as invitation, groaning into the kiss like he’s losing control.

You sink into it, every thought gone but him.

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[rafesteddy]

Dilf rafe and milf reader are SOO FUCKING GOOD , can we get a story on how they met?

thank you!!!! And thank you for your ask bb I appreciate it 💕 this does not need to be read with the rest of the DILF!rafe AU

𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯

c/w: jealousy, emotional tension, toxic relationship, implied emotional + verbal abuse, language, + smoking weed

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𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓲…

The second Rafe walked in it hit him—thick, sticky heat and the sharp bite of cheap lemon cleaner that didn’t do a damn thing but stir up whatever had been festering in the air all summer. The place felt muggy as hell. Like breathing through a wet towel.

And the ceiling fan? A joke. Creaked overhead in lazy circles like it knew how useless it was.

Rafe stood there, already defeated, duffel strap digging into his shoulder as he took it all in. Twin beds pushed to opposite corners. Peeling desk chairs. A sketchy stain near the vent that looked like it had been there since the seventies.

He let out a long groan—loud, dramatic—and didn’t bother hiding the look he tossed Topper’s way.

“Why the fuck are we doing this again?”

Topper grinned, already flinging his backpack onto the bed closest to the mini-fridge. “If we wanna pledge, we gotta put in our time. Freshman dorms are part of the deal, bro.”

“Well this deal is a load of shit,” Rafe muttered, dragging a hand through his sweat-damp hair before tugging his hat back on. “We got the money. We could rent a boathouse; better than this. They wouldn’t even know—”

“Yeah,” Topper said, flopping down like he owned the place. “You’ll miss all this character-building Cameron.”

Rafe crossed the room and shoved the window open without a word. Leaned out on his arms and just watched. The lawn was chaos. Boxes everywhere. Parents yelling. Freshmen trying not to look lost.

Rafe didn’t know what he was watching exactly. He just needed to breathe. Needed something to keep his head from spinning. Then he saw you.

Halfway across the lawn. Half-hidden behind a box that clearly weighed more than it should’ve. Your knees were bent, back straining a little, and your dress kept catching the breeze enough to make it complicated. Your hair had fallen loose from its clip and stuck to the side of your neck as you shifted your grip, refusing to stop.

Rafe straightened, brows drawn together. You didn’t ask for help. You didn’t yell for someone to grab it. You gritted your teeth and kept walking, one step at a time, and he stared… For way too long.

He almost said something. Almost turned to Topper and mumbled something about going down there. But then some guy jogged up beside you. His shirt was half unbuttoned, cap spun backwards like he thought it made him charming. That smug grin didn’t help.

He strolled up like it was his cue, took the box right out of your arms without asking—like he was doing something noble.

Rafe’s jaw ticked. He hadn’t realized how tight his jaw had gotten until the heat crept up the back of his neck.

“Of course,” he muttered. “Why wouldn’t she be with someone?”

He exhaled through his nose, the corners of his mouth tightening.

Stupid to think she wasn’t.

𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝔀 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻…

The campus bookstore was packed. Lines coiled around displays. Topper kept elbowing him every time a girl in a sundress walked by, muttering something slick under his breath like it was still senior year.

“Jesus,” he mumbled, flipping through his course list. “$300 for a book. Are you shittin’ me? Is that normal?”

Rafe barely heard him, just shrugged and sighed. “Got no clue, man.”

“Neither do I… I never bought a book before—”

“That’s embarrassing—”

“Like you have,” Topper countered and Rafe just smirked, shooting him a side-eye.

“Maybe not but I’m not goin’ around sayin’ it out loud,” he chuckled, standing in front of a shelf full of paperbacks, feeling his mind slip away again.

His thoughts kept circling back to you—how you’d looked under the sun, that determined face, that little crease between your brows when the box shifted. He hadn’t stopped thinking about you since move-in. Not once.

“You think Professor Brenner’s hot?” Topper asked suddenly. “I heard she’s, like, super fuckin’ hot.”

“Mhmm.”

Topper raised a brow, looking over his shoulder. “Okay, what’s going on with you?”

“Nothing—”

“Bullshit.”

Rafe grabbed the nearest book to do something with his hands and turned down the aisle.

And there you were, eyes scanning a textbook; your boyfriend’s arms wrapped around your waist, nose pressed to your shoulder, hat backwards again like he was trying too hard. He leaned in, murmured something soft, and you laughed, quiet, and short.

Rafe dated casually. Never anything serious. None of those girls had ever made his heart trip over a laugh… He was fucked.

Rafe’s stomach twisted. He didn’t know you; hadn’t spoken to you, but something about seeing you held like that—seeing someone else get your smile—felt wrong. He couldn’t explain it.

𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝔀 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻…

Days slipped by, and somehow, Rafe kept finding himself back at the window.

Didn’t matter if it was loud or quiet, or what Topper was yelling about from across the room.

Once the quad settled and the streetlights blinked on, he always ended up there. Feet kicked up, joint burning slow between his fingers, acting like he wasn’t listening for the soft rhythm of your life drifting down from the floor above.

Your laugh came first. Always. He heard your playlists, your phone calls, you and your new-found friends, yelling over makeup and pregame plans, swapping dresses and daring each other to shotgun seltzers.

Other nights were quieter. Slower. He liked those best. When it was only you and your music, half-singing the words under your breath.

But once a day the tone shifted, the laughter stopped, and Rafe would freeze, muscles tight, waiting to hear how it’d play out.

It was always him. Your boyfriend—sharp, bitter, too comfortable with it like it was something you had gotten used to. He hated him. He hated the way he talked to you.

“What are you wearing?”

“Why are you bein’ dramatic, huh? Never said ‘you looked like a slut, alright?’ I said ‘other people might think that’.”

“I just want what’s best for you, okay? You running around like that isn’t it.”

“Why are you goin’ out when you’ve got me—”

“I told you, nothing happened. What do you have people watching me now?”

Jab after jab from your boyfriend, all caught on speakerphone, just reinforcing the mental list of things Rafe could never imagine saying to you.

“Yeah. Yeah. And you sound insane. Got no clue who Lexi is. You know what? I don’t have time for your shit. Call me back when you’re done bein’ a bitch and you start actin’ like my girl. The fuck has gotten into you?”

But tonight he was here and the fight got loud. He heard the door slam hard enough to shake the walls, your boyfriend’s heavy footsteps, and a string of muffled curses all directed at you followed.

Then he stormed out into the parking lot. His truck key in a death grip in his fist. Rafe watched every second of it from above, eyes narrowed. He didn’t move until the guy’s car peeled out of view.

And then footsteps. Yours. A slow, measured walk across the room. He heard it. Your exhale—long and needed. It sounded like freedom. And Rafe sat there, completely still, hating himself for smiling but now, there was a chance.

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽…

When the night fell, he was right back in his spot by the window—phone in one hand, joint in the other, eyes on the sky, half-listening to your playlist, between Topper’s play-by-play of his conquest with the redhead from Econ.

You were glowing. Even without seeing you, he could tell—your laugh was brighter; your voice lighter. That hot tension that simmered, cooled completely.

He could hear your friends teasing, shouting over one another about what parties to hit, who was texting who, whether the frats were lame tonight or just lame always. And then your voice, sweet and soft, cut through the chatter.

“Too much?” You asked, clearly asking about your outfit and Rafe’s heart ached at not getting to see you, the praise right on the tip of his tongue.

The door slammed open downstairs, voices bouncing hard against the brick. Heels clacked over the sidewalk. Laughter spilled into the quad, light and messy.

Rafe listened. Every voice was familiar now. He knew the sound of your roommate’s laugh when she was already half-drunk, the clipped way your other friend talked when she was trying to flirt and didn’t want to look like she was trying.

But not yours. You didn’t leave with them.

The door shut again, quieter this time; feet floating across the floor above. He looked up before he could stop himself, heart thudding, and there you were.

Your legs. Crossed at the knee. Smooth and bare, swaying slightly where they dangled out your window. You looked like a dream… His dream.

And then your face came into view. Tilted slightly; eyes, warm, a soft glow glistened on your cheeks.

Then like some kind of fantasy you reached out your hand and his heart stuttered. Rafe passed it up to you, fingertips brushing for a second.

You lifted it to your mouth without a word, eyes closing as you took a slow drag. Smoke curled past your mouth, pouring out of your lip as your head tilted back, lashes low.

It was stupid how beautiful you looked.

You leaned forward again, handed it back down to him with the faintest smile. “Thank you.” Your voice dripped like honey, low and warm in the quiet night.

He stared up at you, and the words tumbled out like he hadn’t even made the choice. “Rafe.”

“Hi, Rafe.”

You gave him your name and repeated it in a flash. “Pretty.” You laughed—soft and close-mouthed, the kind you’d snuggle up in somebody’s shoulder. “I meant your name,” he went on, all at once embarrassed.

"I figured." You smiled softer. "But… that was really sweet."

And still he couldn’t look away.

“You okay?”

You nodded, glancing inside for a moment, then back down at him. “Didn’t feel like going out. Needed a little quiet.”

“Good call,” he murmured. “Sometimes the quiet’s better.”

Your gaze had rested on him for an extra moment. “Do you always sit here?” Rafe shrugged and gave you one of those goofy, crooked smiles; a smile that you could already tell would get you in trouble.

“Only when I’m lucky, pretty.”

That made you laugh again—true and innocent. There was a pause, long enough for the silence to start to stretch.

And then he reached behind him. Fingers closing around something he’d been holding onto all day.

“I—Uh… I wasn’t sure you’d be up there tonight,” he said quietly. “I was feeling lucky. So I grabbed you somethin’.”

“You did?” You asked as he pulled the bouquet into view. You blinked, lips parting slightly as he hooked one arm inside, stepping onto the ledge, body outside the window, passing them to you as you reached down.

“Rafe…” Your voice dropped to a whisper. “They’re beautiful.”

“So are you… Figured if I ever got a smile from you I should give you somethin’ in return.”

“You’re really sweet,” you hummed.

He chuckled weakly, a light laugh letting you know that this wasn’t normal, like maybe he was surprising himself as well. “I’m tryin’ really hard.”

You hid your smile for a breath before leaning forward, gently brushing your hand across his sharp jaw. Then, without a word, you kissed his cheek.

It was soft; the barest press of lips to skin, but it stopped his heart. You pulled back slowly, eyes still on his, and he swore the air between you turned sweeter.

Your perfume surrounded him, the sticky slick of your glossed lips stamped on his cheek.

“You got ready,” he murmured. “You goin’ somewhere?”

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before tilting toward him more. “Well… I was gonna come down and say ‘hi’.”

His heart thudded so loud he was sure you could hear it. “Yeah?” He breathed.

“I still can.”

“No,” he blurted so fast it made you giggle. “Stay there. I’ll come up.”

He barely touched the floor—tripped over the fan, ignored Topper—and was already halfway out the door.

The stairwell blurred beneath him as he moved, taking steps two at a time, maybe three, like urgency alone could bend time. Near the top, his foot caught the edge of one step, nearly sending him flying. By the time he hit your floor, the rush was starting to wear off, and that’s when it hit him—how fucking dumb he probably looked. Not exactly his smoothest moment.

He scrubbed his hands down the front of his shorts, wiping away the evidence of his anxiety. Tried to get his shit together. Normally, he was good at this. Calm. Laid-back. Normally, he was a little cocky. Smooth without trying. But right then? Anything but.

You’d already heard him coming—his footsteps, the way he slowed outside your room. Maybe he didn’t know that. But it made you smile.

And when the door opened he exhaled long and needed. And it sounded like relief. And you stood there, looking up at the man before, and you hated yourself a little for already thinking this looked like forever.

Rafe stepped a little closer, voice warm and already familiar.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

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[thealtoduck]

THINK LATER

Peter Parker x Male Black Cat!Reader

Warnings: Smut, bottom!Reader, top!Peter, rooftop sex, masks stay ON, enemies with benefits (kinda), unprotected sex, spit as lube, riding, doggy style, fingering…

Male Black Cat!Reader: Masterlist

Summary: Peter feels conflicted about your friends with benefits relationship and vents his frustration to the Black Cat…

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Peter’s pov

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Peter knew that you two weren’t exclusive.

But hearing Y/n had hooked up with his neighbour still stung his heart. He considered if he had started to catch feelings for him… but decided he didn’t want to get into all that and feel even worse.

He needed a distraction.

He layed sprawled out on his bed thinking when it hit him. Duh, he was Spider-Man, what better distraction was there?… He got of his bed, changed into the red and blue suit, opened the window and climbed out.

Luck seemed to be on everybody’s side but his that night… for once Queens was just a boring place where nothing happened, no one needing his help in the slightest. So as he swung around Y/n still lingered in his mind.

Eventually he gave up, swinging to the top of a building he sat down on the edge looking out over the city. Maybe he had caught feelings for Y/n, he thought to himself as he watched the city streets below.

Suddenly his Spider-sense tingled making him swiftly turn. Only to be met with a familiar face… or rather mask.

”Hey Spider” the Black Cat said in his usual purring voice.

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Your pov

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Spider-Man just seemed to examine you, noticing you didn’t have any stolen goods on you. So he just remained seated on the building edge and said tiredly ”Not now, Cat, I’m not in the mood”.

This was the first time he ever seemed indifferent to you. You HATED the feeling.

”What’s got you all moody?” you questioned. Spider-Man turned to you confused. ”Why would I talk about my feelings with you?” he questioned suspiciously. ”Crazy concept, right?” you teased and balanced playfully on the edge of the building.

Spider-Man let out a deep breath and thought, what’s the worst that could happen.

”So there’s this guy, that I’m kinda… messing around with-” Spider-Man started.

”What?” you cut in. He just looked at you for a couple seconds before you said ”Sorry, go on”.

”…And he slept with this other guy and it made me realise that I kind of want us to be exclusive but I don’t know if he wants that too” He finshed explaining. You stood and looked at the spandex clad hero and what he had told you bothered you…

Some little boytoy was bothering him to the point of keeping YOU from being chased by your favourite Spider, keeping him from doing his job of chasing YOU a WANTED thief. You didn’t know why but the idea that someone else had their claws dug in to him like this bothered you.

The thought that he had a life outside of the mask that didn’t involve you at all…

Jealousy flared up inside you like a flash fire.

”Oh, come ON” you said loudly. ”You are Spider-Man, you’re really gonna let him walk all over your feelings like that? You know what you need? You need to show him that you that you’re not just gonna wait for him” you told him.

Spider-Man just looked at you and then questioned ”How do I do that?”.

”Jesus, Spider take of the damn purity ring! Do I need to spell it out for you?” you said and he understood what you were getting at.

You got off the edge of the building and made your way behind where he sat. You pulled the zipper to your suit all the way down. You pulled of the form fitting black suit of your body down to your hips showing off your upper body.

”I still don’t kno-…” he said turning but stopping mid-sentence as he saw your bare upper body. ”Liking the view?” you teased. Spider-Man got up and walked over to you ”Cat, come on”

You poked a finger on his upper chest ”You need to show him that you’re good without him”

”He can’t see us”

”Then show yourself that you don’t need him”

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Peter’s pov

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The sight was mouth watering to Peter, usually criminals weren’t his type but Black Cat just had a hold of him. Maybe there was a reason he hadn’t managed to catch him yet, maybe he wouldn’t let himself. He had started liking the chase.

Peter tried to think of Y/n but was like hypnotized seeing Black Cat’s upper body. Peter slowly reached for him, touching the soft skin of his stomach with his gloved hands. He let his hans wander Black Cat’s body.

”Liking it?” Cat asked.

”Yeah” Peter mumbled completely transfixed.

Black Cat leaned in and placed a kiss on Peter’s mask covered lips. ”Wanna lift this for me?” he asked and Peter let go of Cat’s body and lifted his mask slightly revealing his lips. Soon Black Cat’s lips crashed against his as their arms wrapped around each other in a passionate embrace.

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Your pov

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You ended up laying on your back against the cold rooftop, Spider-Man who was on top of you pressed a button on his suit making it turn loose around his body. He pushed it of his body revealing his own muscular chest to you.

”Not bad Spider” you complimented.

The two of you continued to make out and Spider-Man pulled your suit further down revealing your tight white underwear. He threw your Black Cat suit aside and looked at your stripped down self. It almost felt familiar to him.

You slowly pulled your underwear down while looking Spider-Man in the eyes. ”So, how do you want to do this?” you purred curiously. ”Why don’t you start preparing yourself and give me a show?” he recommended.

You did as told, spreading your legs and started playing with your hole, fingering yourself as Spider-Man watched. He had let his own suit fall down to his ankles sat down on his kness infront of you. He palmed his erection through his boxers as he watched you stretch yourself open.

Spider-Man then pulled down his boxers slightly, letting his erect cock feel the night air. He jerked himself off as he saw you add another finger inside yourself. He then crawled closer to you, soon you were making out again with him on top of you, your naked bodies grinding together.

You then suprised him by rolling the two of you over so that you were on top of him, you pinned his hands over his head and whispered ”You ready?”. ”Yeah” Spider-Man answerd eagerly. You spit in your hand and rubbed it on his length.

You then lined up his cock with your enterance and sunk down on it. You supported yourself with your hands on Spider-Man’s pecs as you felt him fill you up with his cock. You let out a soft moan and said ”You’re cock is quite impressive, Spider”.

Once all of him was inside you, you rested for a moment, letting him fully stretch you out. Spider-Man let out soft gasps, from feeling his cock clenched in your tight heat.

Soon you started moving slowly up and down on his cock, Spider-Man let out a satisfied groan which made you smirk knowing you could give him that pleasure. You took Spider-Man’s hands and moved them to the globes of your ass letting him touch them.

He grabbed your ass tightly helping you roll your hips on his thick length. ”Fuck Cat- so fucking good” Spider-Man said through groans, his mouth hanging open.

You sped up the pace as you bounced up and down on his cock, feeling it deep inside you. You both let out heavy moans, the people down on the street might even hear what’s going on up on that rooftop.

”Can I- Can I-” Spider-Man tried but was unable to get out, so you slowed down the pace. ”Can you, what? Handsome” you said putting a hand under his chin. ”Can I fuck you from behind?” He asked in a polite yet needy tone.

”It’d be my pleasure” you said repositioning yourself so you were on all fours. Spider-Man positioned himself behind you. He re-insterted himself into your ass and put his hands on your hips, he then started thrusting himself into you, the sound of skin slapping together filling the rooftop.

”Fuck Spider- Y-you don’t go easy” you said feeling his cock plowing you.

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Peter pov

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Peter enjoyed the view, Black Cat had the most perfect ass and the thought of stuffing it full of cum made it even better. Peter’s cock was kneaded perfectly inside your heat.

He sped up his thrusts, wanting to fuck the orgasms out of the both of you. The whines Black Cat made beneath him implied to Peter he was getting close.

Through heavy panting Black Cat managed to get out a ”I’m gonna- c-cum”, Peter made sure to fuck deep into him as he let out a big groan. Peter assumed Black Cat had just shot his load on the rooftop floor.

Peter then felt his own orgasm approaching and asked ”Can I cum inside you?”. Black Cat said softly ”As much as you want”. Peter then animalistically thrusted into him, losing a proper rhythm.

And with a powerful last thrust with his cock stuffed deep inside Black Cat, Peter felt his seed spurt inside the the man beneath him. Peter panted heavily feeling completely drained.

Peter pulled out seeing his cum leak out of the other man’s ass and down his legs. The two then layed down on their backs next to each other, both exhausted and looking up at the stars.

”Feeling better?” Black Cat asked.

”Yeah” Peter said, his stress about Y/n having vanished for now.

After a while Peter stood up and offered Black Cat a hand but he remained laying on his back.

”You know, I’ll think I’ll rest here for a bit longer… Jesus, Spider, I didn’t know you were THAT big” Black Cat stated, touching his streched out cum stained ass. Peter let out a small laugh, he went and got himself dressed up in his costume and also brought Black Cat his suit and underwear.

”You know I should really use this opportunity to arrest you, I’ve never seen you so tired” Peter joked.

”Wow and after all I’ve done for you tonight Spider, that’s rude” he said back. Peter then bid Black Cat farewell and jumped from the building, swinging himself home.

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As Peter layed down in bed again, his mind was fully focused on Black Cat, his body, his ass, his everything. Peter felt himself growing hard again just thinking about him, he slipped a hand in his boxers and down to his cock and started rubbing it, and he spent the rest of the night fantasizing about the Black Cat.