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cursestothemoon · 3 years

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Imagine sucking on a lollipop all day to tease Fred but you act like you don’t know what you’re doing and he eventually gets too worked up and ends up fucking you real hard. Maybe you also put on your old school uniform and tease him. Basically some light ddlg with daddy Freddie

JEALOUS POSSESSIVE SEX WITH FRED!!!!

It could be a headcannon or blurb- whatever you want- but can it be with a fem!reader please 💕

I combined these two requests :)

a/n: i jUST REALIZED I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO MAKE IT DDLG WITH DADDY FRED OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY. I’ll write a separate ddlg, daddy kink piece for you, i am so sorry ☹️

Cherry Lollipops and Pleated Skirts

F.W. X FEM!READER

17+ IF YOU ARE TAGGED AND DON’T WANT TO BE TAGGED IN SMUT PLEASE LET ME KNOW

warnings: NSFW, vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), fingering, spanking, slight exhibitionism, humiliation, degradation, slight praise, dom!Fred, sub!reader, UNEDITED

No one expected the show to be so busy on a random Friday, but it was busting at the seams. Since the doors were opened at eight o'clock this morning, people had been piling into the shop and stealing your boyfriend's attention along with his twins.

At first, you understood the shop was important and you'd rather business be booming than have their dreams fall apart... but six hours of Fred not even having the time to spare you glance has catalyzed a faint change of heart.

You need him.

The flat above the shop- where you live with Fred and George- was incredibly boring without the boys. You had half a mind to throw caution to the wind, Fred's rules be damned, and use your own hand to get yourself to cum.

Fred had been beyond cruel with his early morning teasing, both of you assuming it would be a light work day and he'd find time to sneak off so you two could go at. At this point you were sure Fred was so busy he forgot about the predicament he left you in, you couldn't blame him- you wanted to- but you couldn't so you decided it would be best to subtly remind him.

You pulled out your old Hogwarts skirt and white button up shirt, with the skirt barely fitting as an appropriate garment to wear out in public. Your hips, thighs, and ass had all filled out as you blossomed into mid adulthood much to your-and Fred’s- pleasant surprise. The dark grey pleated skirt went just below the curve of your ass and brushed the tops of your thighs. The shirt still fit roughly the same, you tucked it into the skirt and left the top few buttons open revealing the soft skin of your chest along with a dark purple love bite peaking out from just under the limp collar.

You made your way down to the shop, a skip in your step as you thought out a plan. The hard candy and lollipop section was just a few feet away from the stairs leading to the upstairs flat, the stairs you were descending, and they were exactly what you were looking for. Picking up a cherry lollipop- you had convinced the twins to bring in a few muggle sweets to the shop- you unwrapped it as you walked over to the till and delicately placed it in your mouth.

"Should I even ask?" George laughed as he took the seven sickles you held out to him.

You shrugged, "You really wanna know?"

He shuddered making you smirk, "You're right. Last I saw him he was by the pepper imps."

The butterflies of anticipation multiplied as you gave George a beaming smile before turning to walk toward the pepper imps.

"And I'd like to keep my shop up and running, so please no funny business in the store."

You shot him a wink over your shoulder before sauntering over to where Fred was. The pepper imps were towards the front of the store but still tucked away in a corner, and as you neared them you could see a crouched Fred looking through the shelves and writing down on his clip board. You took a minute to look him up and down, his hands holding the pen and board making the items look ridiculously toy like, and his bent knees crouching position immediately drew your eyes to the curve of his butt. Averting your eyes from his backside, your gaze followed the lines of his forearms. He had his sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows and the writing caused his arm to flex every so often making you almost drop the cherry flavored sucker from your mouth.

Gently shaking your head and moving the lollipop from one side of your mouth to the other, you brought yourself back to reality and took slow steps to stand next to Fred. You pretended to browse through the shelves as he remained focused on his task.

Fred could sense someone standing next to him, and it took him a mere few seconds to realize it was you. He could be blind folded in a room full of people and he would be able to pick you out in a second from your perfume alone. It was his favorite smell, the way it mixed and mingled with your natural scent was intoxicating. His eyes fluttered shut as he took in your scent, before he turned his head assuming to meet your eyes- only it was your bare thigh that his nose was just about touching when he turned his head.

You watched as his eyes slowly travelled up the expanse of your leg, stopping for a moment when he reached the hem of your skirt, before continuing up until he met your eyes. They were big, bright, and teasingly innocent as your beautiful lips were wrapped around the top half of a big, round, cherry red lolly.

"Seems I've missed an imp." He smirked, extending his legs and raising to his full height.

"Maybe you should get back down there and count again." You suggested sweetly, pulling the lollipop out of your mouth with a pop.

Fred's eyes followed the sucker as you put it back into your mouth and started sucking on it, a faint hitch of his breath could be heard as you pushed it further back into your mouth. He looked around to see if anyone else was seeing the act you were putting on, luckily the corner seemed to be the only deserted spot in the packed shop.

"I'm busy, love, don't be a bad girl." His voice was low and soft as he spoke.

"But Freddie," You whined, drawing out his name before lifting yourself onto your tiptoes to whisper into his ear. "I need you."

Fred plucked the lollipop from between your thumb and forefinger before sticking it into his mouth with a smile.

"Good girls wait, you wanna be a good girl don't you?"

You nodded eagerly.

His eyes racked down your body one more time, his lips slightly parted and tongue prodding at the lollipop hanging out of his mouth as he smirked.

"Good, now go changed before someone sees what's mine."

It was clear this wasn't just a suggestion. He placed the lollipop back into your mouth and gently pushed your chin up to close your lips around the sucker before bending down to place a kiss on your forehead and nudge you in the direction you came from.

With a huff you walked back to the till with slumped shoulders and a sour impression making George giggle at your expression.

"Has he rejected your womanly charm and seduction?" The younger twin joked, earning himself a shove to the shoulder as you joined him behind the till.

You kept George company as he helped customers check out, your lollipop helping keep you occupied as time dragged on. Your elbows rested on the counter, your body bent over the surface while you watched the people in the shop.

Unbeknownst to you, Fred couldn't seem to get his eyes off of your form. The way you were resting against the counter had the hem of your skirt kissing the underside of your ass and he was sure if he could stand behind you he'd see your underwear peaking out from under the garment. The thought of throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you up to the flat was a tempting one, but he had enough willpower- or so he hoped- to resist the urge.

His willpower seems to be running thin, though, when he caught sight of some short bloke eyeing you up. The man wasn’t someone Fred was familiar with, and the way he was practically eye fucking you while you joked with George at the counter didn’t have Fred begging to get to know him.

The guy continued to openly ogle at you, making Fred start to lose his temper as he restocked the edible death marks. He couldn’t tell if you had noticed or not, but you continued to swirl your tongue around that damned lollipop that not only made his pants far too tight but was probably affecting the man whore in aisle three the same way.

With one final flick of your tongue against the sucker, Fred noticed the man start to make his way over to you, a sleazy smirk stretched across his lips. He tossed the rest of the edible dark marks onto the table with no regards to organization and took long strides to get to your side.

You were mid conversation with George about the new girl he was seeing when you felt Fred wrap a firm, calloused hand around your wrist and tug you into his chest.

“Everything al-” Fred cut you off with a large hand spread over your jaw, forcing your head to angle up, and pulling you into a heated kiss after plucking the lollipop from your lips.

He held you to his chest as your body practically went limp in his arms, anything to just keep your lips locked with his. Fred kept his hand on your neck, moving it just slightly back to keep your head tilted back so he could deepen the kiss while his hand around your waist pulled your hips as close to his as possible- also trying not to get the sticky sweet sucker stuck on your skirt.

The kiss left you breathless, your chest heaving as his lips moved to the underside of your jaw with heavy kisses. You almost forgot where you were with the way Fred was firmly holding your jaw and moving it himself so he could better access to the skin. Unfortunately, it was George who brought you back to reality making a soft blush paint your cheeks. Fred hung his head, nose prodding at your neck as he smirked before pulling away and standing straight. He popped your sucker into his mouth, a clinking against his teeth sounded as his tongue moved the sugary sweet hard-candy around in his mouth. His eyes were creased into a mocking squint as he stared down the now incredibly uncomfortable looking man.

Fred didn’t wait for him to walk away, instead focusing his attention back on you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, nudging you in the direction of the stairs that led upstairs to the flat.

“Oi! Where are you going?” George shouted just as you let out a loud giggle, Fred had smacked the underside of your butt as you climbed up the steps ahead of him.

Fred turned to look at his brother, eye dropping into a wink, “I’m taking my lunch break.”

You giggled all the way through the flat and into your shared bedroom, Fred walking next to you with long strides and an arm wrapped around your shoulders, his hand holding the column of your neck.

Fred closed the door to your bedroom before turning to you, he gave you an appraising look as he toyed with the lollipop still in his mouth.

“You think this is cute?”

His tone made your eyes shift and bottom lip jut, you were in trouble.

“Walking into the shop dressed like a fucking whore...You just want attention, huh?”

“I wasn’t even paying attention to him! I was just waiting for you like you told me.”

Fred stopped for a moment, “...I never mentioned that bloke looking at you.”

Your eyes went wide realizing you gave away more than you should of.

“On your fucking knees.”

In record time your knees hit the hardwood floor, slowly crawling over to Fred. Your eyes were trained on the lollipop moving around his mouth and you think you understood just how agonizing it must’ve been for Fred all day to watch you sucking on it.

Upon reaching his legs, you worked quickly to unbutton his trousers and pull them down along with his boxers. You wrapped a hand around his semi hard cock, the weight of him in your hands made arousal start to pool in your panties. Your tongue replaced your hand, licking a broad stripe up from the base of his cock to the tip before placing a kiss on the spongy head while making eye contact with Fred through your lashes. The act made him shudder, his hand moving to grab the side of your head and fingers carding through your hair. Taking him into your mouth, you could feel each ridge and vein with your tongue making you moan around his shaft.

“Bunny’s mouth was made for my cock, yeah?” Fred asked with a grunt as you slowly started to bob your head.

You nodded as best you could but focused back on hollowing your cheeks and taking him to the back of your throat. His head hit the back of your throat making you let out a small gag before adjusting to breathing through your nose. Once adjusted you started to bob your head faster, your hands gripping his thighs hard enough to leave marks.

Fred groaned around the lollipop still in his mouth- though now significantly smaller- his hips starting to thrust in sync with your mouth moving up and down his shaft. His breathe hitched when your hand started to massage his balls, tugging and rolling to get him to his release.

The louder he got the closer you knew he was, so you started to suck harder and move faster. His fist closed around a makeshift ponytail in his palm, using it to tug you off of his cock. Your mouth made a pop sound as you were pulled off his prick, and you let out a whine at the loss of his taste.

“Gonna cum in your- no...in my pussy.” Fred smirked, bringing you to stand on your feet and pulling your head back so you were forced to look up at him.

He brought up his other hand to grasp the thin, white, stick of the sucker hanging from his lips and pulled the lollipop from his mouth. He used the red sugary bead that was left on the stick to gesture up and down your body as he spoke.

“Clothes off...save for the skirt.” He demanded, pointing at the pleated grey skirt with the lollipop.

You were quick to do as you were told, shirt dropping to the floor along with your bra and panties all while Fred watched with dark eyes and an aura of possessiveness.

Silently, Fred pointed the white stick toward the bed- the lollipop finally had reached its end- never taking his eyes off of your now nearly naked form. You practically skipped over to the bed, climbing up onto it slowly as to make sure Fred got a good glimpse of your bare cunt under your skirt. It was clear that you had succeeded when he let out low, barely audible, groan.

Before you could real get a grip on what was happening, Fred had his fingers running up your slick folds, your skirt flipped up, drawing out a gasp from you. Moans fluttered past your parted lips as Fred started to rub small, tight circles on your aching clit. With the little white stick abandoned on the nightstand, his other hand was free to run up the inside of your thigh before his fingers moved to tease your entrance causing you to clench desperately around nothing.

Fred gave you little time to adjust as he slipped his fingers into your entrance, thrusting in his middle and ring fingers roughly while his other hand still worked to stimulate your clit. Transitioning from tight circles to a flat hand rubbing back and forth harshly with more pressure had your back arching and eyes screwing shut. Fred continued to move his digits in a wave with each thrust, the pads of his fingers massaging the spongey area inside your pussy that had your toes curling.

“F-Fuck, Freddie-” You gasped, hand gripping onto his wrist not knowing whether or not to pull his hand closer to your clit or push it away.

Fred leaned over your body, his mouth attaching to any skin he could reach to roughly bite and suck before he pulled away to huskily whisper into your ear, “Louder. Say it louder.”

You were more than willing to abide, not having the will power to try and keep yourself quiet either way. Fred’s fingers continued to thrust into your cunt as your orgasm hit you, a vulgar squelching coming from the vigorous action that had your hips twitching and lifting off of the bed. His large hand came down onto your abdomen, pushing you back onto the bed as you rode through your climax.

“That’s it. Made a mess all over your pretty little skirt.” Fred tutted, removing his hands from your body to start taking the rest of his clothes off.

“M’ sorry.” You muttered quietly.

Fred shook his head before going you a teasing smile, “It’s alright, kitten, you’re forgiven this time.”

Your chest heaved as you watched Fred undress which was always a breathtaking sight. His cock was already painfully hard, the tip red and leaking precum making your over sensitive cunt ache.

“On your knees, hands holding the headboard.” Fred instructed, smacking your thigh gently to get you to move quicker.

With shaky knees you crawled over to the headboard and gripped the wooden edge, making sure to wiggle your butt in Fred’s direction as you did so. The bed dipped with Fred’s weight as he climbed up and positioned himself behind you, his right hand trailing up and down the line of your spine before grabbing a handful of your ass with a grip sure to leave a few faint bruises.

Fred lined himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing into your tight walls. The way your pussy gripped him had his eyes rolling back and jaw going slack, it was a feeling he’d never get tired of no matter how many times he felt it. Adding the breathy moans and whimpers that left your mouth into the mix and he could barely keep himself from fucking into you roughly.

You bit your lip at the slight discomfort that came with the stretch of Fred bottoming out, the fronts of his thighs flush against the backsides of your own as you both took a moment to adjust. You let out a choked gasp as Fred pulled almost completely out of your pulsing cunt, his prick slick with your juices. He had his hands on your hips, using this as an opportunity to pull you back to meet his thrusts. His pace quickly sped up, soon the sound of smacking skin, loud groans, and cried out moans filled the room as Fred fucked you hard.

“Tell them who makes you feel good. Want the whole fucking shop to hear you.” Fred growled from behind you.

And who were you to disobey him?

“Harder, F-Freddie. Fuck-”

Both of you were sure George could hear not only the animalistic growls and pornographic moans but also the bed frame ramming into the wall and the sound of skin smacking almost painfully.

Fred reach around to start massaging your clit, making you almost drop your hands from the headboard as your hips twitched toward him.

“Whose cunt is this, huh? Whose fucking cunt?”

Your vision was blurring and words slipping your mind as he continued to pound into you and stimulate your clit.

“Say it.”

“Yours-” You sobbed, second orgasm approaching. “All yours, Freddie.”

Fred smacked your clit making you jolt, “That’s fucking right.”

Your body started to shake as you started to release around Fred, the intense pulsing of your cunt had Fred spilling his load into with a stutter of his hips. He held you close, cock completely sheathed inside of your weeping pussy as you both came.

Coming down from your highs, Fred pulled out of you and promptly left to grab a washcloth to clean you up. You collapsed onto the bed, skin balmy and limbs shaky as you waited for Fred to come back. When he did, reworked quickly to clean you up and dispose of the wash cloth before climbing back into the bed where you had found yourself. He got comfortable on his side before pulling you into his chest and having your limbs entangle with his own. You weren't sure where you ended and Fred started, just how you two liked it.

Fred pressed a soft kiss to your forehead while his hand delicately run up and down your back and curve of your waist.

“You should get back to the shop.” You muttered quietly, not really wanting to let him go.

Fred hummed before moving his hand to cradle the back of your head and nuzzle you further into his neck and chest.

“I think Georgie will be just fine.”

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bvccy · 3 years

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Hi!!! Hope you're doing great

Can I please have a mix between number 2 from the soft and 8 from the dark one

Thanks, lost of love ❤❤❤

Thank you so much, nonnie! I am so sorry this took so long, I meant to post yesterday but it wasn’t done. Also, the 8th dark prompt was requested just before you sent in this one, so that is filled separately here.

I tried to do the mix you asked for, and I took the liberty of writing this with Bucky (specifically 40s!BB), and I hope that it’s ok. It’s a bit of a more specific story, actually, that I’d wanted to write for a while. I also did a kind of first for me, because it involves Steve x reader as a backdrop 😂 Anyway.

Lots of love to you too, my dear! 💗💗💗

— PAIRING: soft!dark!Bucky x Reader • preserum!Steve x Reader — PROMPT: Asteria - gazing at one’s object of affection, from afar + Prassius - an impossible desire, and unclean love — LINKS: Masterlist • love stones prompt list — WORDCOUNT: 2.5k

It had taken long enough, and sometimes it seemed like it would never happen, but he finally found Steve a girlfriend — or rather, his girlfriend found him one. Dottie had exhausted several of her close friends and most acquaintances, but she knew how tired Bucky was of seeing his friend mope around, feeling like a third wheel, getting into trouble to pass the time. And honestly she liked Steve too, just not like that — but, wonder-worker that she was, Dottie found a girl that did.

She agreed to come on a double-date one night, and she and Stevie hit it right off. It was the first time Bucky met her too, and he didn't think much of the girl. Small, shy, not quite sickly-looking but not far from it, shoes a bit scuffed, clothes a bit too big for her and smelling of plain soap — in a word: perfect. She was perfect for his sickly, skinny friend who nobody else wanted, and by the looks of things, nobody had wanted her either because she seemed to have no idea what to do around a dance hall. As they were returning home that night, he even heard her confess to Steve that she had never been to one before.

They went out on two more dates, all four of them, within as many weeks. Bucky loved to dance, and Dottie too, but Steve and his girl weren't so fond of tripping over their feet and being laughed at. So they sat together at the table like a pair of broken toys, sharing an ice cream sundae, swinging shoulder-to-shoulder with the music when they liked the tune. Bucky waved at them when their eyes met, and they waved back and cheered at his dancefloor performance, but that happened less and less as they got caught up in each other. Steve would start to sketch things on the napkins while they chatted: the band, the sea of dancers, the fancy chandeliers, and eventually her.

"She said nobody's ever drawn her picture before," his friend said dreamily as they walked back, after they wished a good night to the girls. "Can you believe that?"

"Sure can…"

"She almost didn't let me do it. But she's so pretty, Buck."

"Mhm, nice girl."

"I mean yeah, she's no Dottie, but… I don't know, there's just somethin' I like so much about her… I guess her eyes, the way they look when she's smiling, or how her hair looks when the sun shines on it…"

"Get a load a' you," he grinned, wrapping his arm around Steve's shoulder in a playful grip that moved his friend's whole body. "One dame's sweet on you, and all of a sudden you're Romeo."

"At least I'm not a punk like you," Steve teased, slipping from his grasp.

"You know what I like best about her?"

"What?" he asked, with a hint of jealousy.

But Bucky smirked without a care. "How she keeps you out of trouble."

It had, indeed, been a while since Steve got in an alley brawl, and by their fifth date his last few bruises healed. He'd almost gotten into one by a cotton candy stand at Coney Island, but his girl was there to pull him back.

"Stevie, leave him alone…"

"You heard what he said?!"

"Who cares," she sighed, clinging to his arm and throwing the other man a hateful look. "Come on, didn't you want to win me that stuffed teddy bear?"

"Better listen to your girl, pal."

"Oh go find a sty to wallow in," she hissed.

"I ought'a smack some manners into you, you two-bit broad!"

"I'd worry about my own manners if I were you, buddy." Bucky slipped between them, coming from behind, standing now close enough to punch the guy if things got heated. But, seeing himself outnumbered, the other man cursed them and left. Just then, Dottie finally caught up.

"What's going on?" she asked, a little out of breath.

Bucky turned around, and was met by the heart-melting sight of Steve and his girl holding each other, her hands on his cheeks as she quietly chastised him, but loving enough that it made him smile and giggle. She closed it with a kiss to his cheek that made the boy blush, and a kittenish rub of their noses together.

"Nothing, everything's fine."

It was around the time they went to see a movie together that Bucky's joy for Steve turned into something else. They sat in the back while some musical played, and through the flashing lights and the corner of his eye, he could see his friend with his sweetheart holding hands on top of her lap throughout the whole performance. Meanwhile Dottie kept rubbing up against him, sometimes leaning her head on his shoulder, daring in the darker scenes to kiss his neck, but when she tried to get more of his attention —

"Buckyyy, what's wrong?"

— he shook her off. Hearing his name spoken by her voice suddenly felt disappointing.

He caught himself staring more and more, and not just when they went out together. Sometimes, the girl came by and spent some time with Steve, looking at his newer sketches, trying her hand too — oh and how disgusting they looked, Steve taking advantage of the situation to sit behind, and wrap his arms around her, and whisper in her ear. The pair greeted him cheerfully when he stepped through the living room and caught them, and he grinned back at them as he took a glass of milk, but all his appetite was gone.

And when they walked together through the park, and he saw them holding hands again… When Steve dug for some change to get her an ice cream, and they giggled stupidly as they made a mess of sharing it… When she fell asleep by his side one night at the dance hall, and Stevie woke her up with a tickle down her cheek, and she shivered and murmured like a bird and hid her face in his unworthy shoulder…

"Why don't you ever wanna dance, doll?" he asked as they were fetching drinks.

"Not much good at it, I guess," she shrugged. "The fast ones make me dizzy and I always trip."

"I can teach you. It'll work out great! Stevie teaches you to draw, I teach you how to dance… What do you say?"

The girl seemed to think, but shook her head. "Hmmm… No, not right now. Thanks," she smiled politely. "Besides, what would Stevie do meanwhile?"

She told him no just for the sake of keeping his scrawny little friend company, and Bucky had never felt more insulted — not that she wouldn't dance with him, although that hurt enough, but that he couldn't remember the last dame that gave something up just to stick with him, or got into fights for him, or kissed his wounds away, or held his hand in hers with no ulterior motive, and he'd found a girl that did that, and he wasted her on Steve.

So what if she was a little on the smaller side? So what if her dresses didn't fit right? So what if she came down with the cold at every change of season? He put up with it for Steve and he wasn't half as charming. The girl, instead, looked very delicate, more feminine in her own way, like when she braced her fingers on a table as she talked and mindlessly swung back and forth, animated in whatever she was saying, and her digits bent in such a childish way he feared they'd break, and it only made him want to kiss them. Or when she took her shoes off when she came to their apartment and he could catch a hint of shapely ankle, just perfect for his grip, or a peachy pink instep small enough to fit his palm. And when she fell asleep on their couch that one time and Bucky saw her all curled up, and noticed the arch of her hips and the cinch of her waist and pictured how good it would feel to hold them, and angle them upward, and…

Slowly, he started to appreciate some of what his friend had said that night, because she did have lovely eyes, and hair that looked so soft and warm, and her scent, unburdened by perfume, was sweet and girlish, and her lips looked kissable, and her wrists and knees and ankles too…

"Going out again, tonight?" he asked as the blond boy fixed himself in the mirror.

"Yeah, she wants to try this new place we —"

"Alright, alright…" sighed Bucky, already sick of hearing more. "So, that's all you're gonna do?"

"Well… yeah."

And then he voiced an evil thought. "Don't you ever want to… you know?"

"Y-you think we should?" Steve asked, turning away from his pallid reflection.

Bucky sat sprawled across the couch, and shrugged. "If she really likes you, she'd be up for it, don't you think?"

"I don't know about that, Buck."

"No? Ok," he nodded. "After all, what do I know?"

The aftermath of this particular advice was a draught of dates for poor ol' Steve, because just like Bucky had expected, the girl shrinked at the suggestion and couldn't stand to see him. For a while.

"Can you believe it, Buck?!"

"Yeah…"

"She'll see me again!"

"That's great, Stevie."

"What's wrong? You're lookin' real dour today."

Bucky knew he shouldn't. "I just…" He knew that it was wrong. "Look, it's great that she's forgiven you, but you gotta be realistic about this, pal." He had been happy for Steve at one point, long ago.

"What do you mean?"

But that was before he saw just how much love a girl could give, and realised he'd never felt it.

"Just don't delude yourself this is anything more than what it looks like, ok? She's only forgiven you because she knows nobody else will have her."

"That's mean, Buck."

"Yeah, well… I'm just looking out for you. You're my best friend, you know that. I don't want you getting hurt." It stuck in his throat to say it, but the bitterness stuck more.

And after Steve went to bed that night, Bucky took out the box of candy and the pricey perfume he had bought for her, threw them in the trash, and firmly promised to himself to never wait too long again.

But as he learned a bit later on, when they went back to double-dates, he might not have had a chance at all, because there was an unwitting element of truth to this cruel tirade.

"I can't exactly blame you, honey," Dottie consoled her as they stood in line for the ladies room, not knowing Bucky was just behind the thin divider leading to the men's. "If he does something like that again, I know this other fella —"

"Oh no, Dot, please… We're fine now. He explained things and… he's really sweet, I think he just had a moment of —"

"But just let me introduce you to Jim, see if you don't like him better."

"I… I don't know."

"He's a real charmer," Dottie grinned, "and he has these big, broad hands, jaw like an anvil. He just broke it off with Marcie cause she was a flirt."

He didn't hear anything next, but the girl must've shook her head cause Dottie asked, "You're sure?" and "Really? Well, if you change your mind…"

"Thanks, Dot," she lightly laughed.

"I don't know why you're so stubborn though, it's not like he's that far out your league. You just need to fix your hair a little bit and get a better brand of powder."

"It's not that easy."

"It's all it took me to get Bucky on my arm. That, and a better set of heels," she laughed.

"Yeah but you've always been pretty, Dot. Like, really pretty, and you know it. I guess some girls are for the James Barnes of this world, and some are the for the Steves."

She giggled as she said it, with not a hint of anger or resentment, and that's what stung the worst.

Bucky arranged to go see a late night movie with Dottie after that, while Steve and his girl went back to the apartment to listen to a boxing match on the radio and have some cherry sodas. Dottie went ahead to buy the tickets while Bucky walked them home, and after wishing him good night, she went upstairs to set things up. Steve was meant to go to the store and buy the drinks, but he stayed to chat with his friend a while.

"I can get some eggs and milk as well while I'm at it," he offered, swinging on his heels with his hands in his pockets.

"Sure."

"Or do we have enough for breakfast tomorrow?"

"Go ahead and buy them, pal," Bucky smiled, pretending to be less tired than he felt.

"Ok. And what about — darn!"

"What is it?"

"I just realized, I forgot to give her the keys," he said, taking a hand out of his pocket and holding them out. "I gotta get to the store, can you go up and give them to her?"

"Er, why don't —"

"You know I always trip on the stairs when I'm in hurry, Buck, they haven't changed the lightbulb yet. Don't make me do it."

"Fine, I'll go."

"I owe you big."

"You always do," he grinned, and took the keys from him.

Steve made off for the corner store, while Bucky started the long slow climb upstairs. It was completely dark inside at that hour, and the few candles some neighbours left to light the way had all gone out.

"Stevie, is that you?" he heard her call, standing right outside their door.

He kept one hand against the wall and walked his way toward her, stopping as he heard her whisper, "I think I lost the keys."

Blindly, she moved her hand forward, coming right across his chest. He felt her jolt at the unexpected contact, then burst into a giggle. Bucky could already feel the fanning of her breath right at the level of his chin. With an unseen smile, he took her hand, and placed the keys within it.

"Oh," she laughed. "You had them."

As her hand closed around them his own moved up her shoulder, fingers threading around her hair, and as he touched her jaw he felt her tilting slightly upward, shivering under the feeling.

"Is everything alright?" she asked.

He felt the warming tickle of her breath as he leaned close until, through the pitch black, he touched his lips to hers. Bucky did it lightly, just a little, just enough to taste and sip a kind of love he'd never really had. She stood surprised but took his kiss, and he felt her smiling into it, even beginning to kiss back just as he was parting from her.

"Your lips are softer than before," she giggled, in a sweet but altogether crushing way that made Bucky's heart beat stronger. "Stevie?"

Her hand moved through the air to touch him but felt nothing anymore, and down the stairs the heavy steps echoed, moving downward and away.

#James Buchanan Barnes #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes imagine #Bucky Barnes fanfiction #Bucky Barnes x reader #dark!bucky barnes #Steve Rogers imagine #Steve Rogers x reader #40s Bucky Barnes #preserum Steve Rogers #bv;answers #bv;fanfiction #bv;oneshots

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penny-quinn · 2 years

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Remember me)

Word count: 1.3k

Genre: dark, vampire, 15+

A/n: let's blame it to my hormones

" it's so pretty" you gasped. A shallow lantern burned on the farthest corner of the library and yet the beauty of these enchanting pile of books couldn't be erased. The lustre simply couldn't be taken away. Your heavy golden gowns hem dragged on the floor as you were running your fingers through um; oh! It felt wonderful.

" Aren't they? There's a reason as their existence still exists in the empire's palace young lady" a man with brown eyes greets or rather, pokes his words into your world of happiness. His lazy eyes held not one ounce of interest and yet his voice spoke otherwise.

" Eh....." You said as walked further away from the doors, deeper into the darkness. And yet light never left you as if you were its source all along.The man had a very neat yet commanding presence. A voice sweet as any candy used to lure out the childrens….. a witty man, she guessed.

" Shim Jake and whome might you be?" The man gave a sinister smile. His voice as low as the levels of the ocean. Amusement had formed on his face, never had he ever met a lady like you.

A beauty who wasn't polished. A women who didn't needed to know her charms. A lady who'd he never bait an eye and yet, her Frank choice of words drew all the contrast.

" L/n y/n, Mr. Shim" you softly wispered. The man was no ordinary as his senses were very sharp; alittle too sharp for a human.But you were far too off guard, smiling at a stranger;

" Would you like me to accompany you miss y/n?? I can show you secret hideout" the man layed a very tempting offer. Like the serpent waiting for it's prey.In his long years of life, it was amusing to find some cute toys to say around every once in a while.

" Would it matter? You have been following me for a while. Also, as long as it isn't dangerous why not? I'd love to know your secret" you replied. It was clear as the cotton clouds above the sky that you weren't in your sain minds.... Else who'd ever pick up such an offer.

" Then follow me" his finger tips brushed off yours as he led the way. He could tell that you were reeking off the wild cherries juice......poor human! Jake sympathies in his mind. Little did she knew that it was a drink for the nightly creatures.While it couldn't have the faintest reaction on him but the same couldn't be said for you.

Like an obedient little child you followed him. He was a stranger, a man in midst of the nightly creatures but just for that day, your mind had gave the commandment to the heart; and the heart longed for the thrill.You'd turn your head from left to the right, excited about the unfolding adventure. The Library was humungous and spacious….. each and every step felt like a walk in a fairytale.

Soon came an opening; an enormus garden of flowers with bloom at its peak welcomed them with open arms as the gust of wind brings forth the petals upon their touch.

" Wa!! It's soo pretty" your hands clasped showing your joy. Your lips were smiling ear to ear and your eyes focused on the trees and their floras.You were only a few steps away from Jake, gleaming under the shade.

"Uh, what a simpleton human" he was amused to his core. A sudden thought of currupting the innocent heart tingled his senses.In a these decades he hadn't felt this lively. His hands thrived to touch her delicate skin, oh! Her luscious blood.....Yet he swore not by the moon that he'd wait a little longer. The fruit was sweet but hadn't riped.

" Jake?" You turned your head towards the eyes that had been eyeing at you. Under the moonlight, you could only see half of his face as the other half was mixed into the shadows.As your delicate, wet lips called out his name he immediately met your eyes. His mysterious eyes, dazzling under the moon; had you met the man a few footsteps earlier or had it been years?? His eyes, they spoke tenderness. It wasn't love or like but it was affection, you concluded.

A sudden thrill occurred in your mind. What if you kissed him? It wouldn't be soo bad right? The man had very strong facial features, emphasized by the Shadows and yet his beauty was undefined.Cold as the rose born in the ice.

" Yes, miss y/n" his heart shaped lips called you as if you were his prayer. His oath and his muse. Suddenly blood rushed to your cheeks.....under his controling eyes, you felt vulnerable yet free. Free as the running water down the stream.

Striding you legs, you pinched your skirt by both your fingers, lifting them as you walked towards him; closing the distance between the two.Your feets stopped when you were only a heartbeat away. His gaze, his eyes had never left you. Shivers ran down your spine under his cold aura.You tiptoed while your hands landed on his shoulders; your plum wet lips pressed against his chaped ones.It took him by suprise yet wasn't moved to the toes.

" A taste test, isn't soo bad every once in a while" Jake thought. Immediately, his hands slid to your back while another supported your shoulder.In a few seconds came your senses sending you to reality and yet the man demanded to not let go.The man deepened the kiss, making you tilt your head.... Under his commanding eyes you felt vulnerable.... so raw and vulnerable yet so alive and free.

The heat of the moment took you to your haven as You openly welcomed his tongue as he too took the opportunity happily; entering every corner.It was a irrational decision and yet, Jake motivated such sins.Your eyes were closed, allowing your body to work on its own. Each and every action, stimulating your senses as you felt weak to your knees.

Your breath, it felt shorter and shorter; you were in need of air and yet, Jake was not ready to let go.He savioured each and every inch of you; finally he let go off your lips. What had started as a simple act of " hearty desire" ended as burning fire....The fire had set and it wasn't ending very soon. Jake's neat hair was now all curled up by your fingers. His eyes held darkness.... The pit of darkness which would never end.

" Would you do me a favour Mr.shim?" You slowly wispered. It was fairly audible to him and yet, your Rosey lips, those gleamingly dreamy eyes; it was hard for him to be focused as you tested each and every cell of his to back off this temptation and desire." Anything you want lady" he answered like a gentleman as his appreance showed.

"Remember me even if it's in your wildest dreams. They say our breathe carries out soul. I've shared my breath with you now, a part of you belongs to me and it's the same for you.I know, it was a temporary curiousity of mine. We might never meet again but- but-" you were out of words. No! The word weren't enough to describe the burning passion you'd felt. These twists and turns of hearts, bold and yet eccentric but no words in the vocabulary were present to describe it.

" Rest assured, lady... We shall meet again and when that happens I hope you won't regret the favour you've asked me today.Also, the way to the gate is in the south. Till we meet again" With those words the man for the last time showed off his burning red bloodshot eyes and vanished into the thin air.

His thin lips smirked and his head above the clouds. The evil Duke was asked for a favour, a very tempting offer he couldn't refuse after all; the prey had sat it's foot on the trap.

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smutty-ki113r · 3 years

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🎠Laughing Jack🎠|| Carousel

Fluff one-shot x gn!reader— only warning is angst (2.6k)

Inspired by: Melanie Martinez

After months of endless nagging you finally convinced Laughing Jack to let you visit his amusement park. He had claimed it was too scary and you would get creeped out but you weren’t one to take no for an answer.

Giving you a piece of candy so the trans-dementional trip wouldn’t be too hard on you. Tasting the sour lemon taffy he gave you and making a tense face as the flavor pulled at your taste buds and stuck to your teeth.

Your head getting dizzy as your surroundings warped and his room became red and white vertical stripes. Blinking a couple times as he leaned into your face, “are you alright?”

“I’m fine!” You told him, almost falling back at how close he was. As soon as your perception adjusted you looked for the exit to the tent you were inside. “Onward!” You said excited, marching comedically to the entrance flap.

“This isn’t exactly the safest place”, he called from behind, catching up with ease because his legs were so long. “You need to stay close to me at all times” you smiled at him, it’s not like you were complaining, “got that?”

Giving him a keen nod you stepped out of the grand tent. Squinting at the sky, which was tainted a dusty gray, swirly clouds amber of scattered around in the background. The carnival was beautifully revolting, with littered attractions as far as the eye could see.

The place looked somewhat abandoned, if you get past the faint cries of children, from their souls stored in toys. Rides that once colored a vibrant red had paint chipped, specks of dull metal flaked over the bars.

Game stands broken down and leaning unsteadily, disturbing toys with eyes and limbs missing hanging from the top. It looked like it might fall down at any minute, but you couldn’t help but notice the newer looking boxes of supplies lying around next to the stands.

Fairy lights hung from the tilted signs, decorating the food court. A fresh trail had been made between the rides.

It warmed your heart that he had made subtle efforts to fix the place up, he certainly didn’t think you would notice.

Looking back at his nervous smile, Jack was terrified you would hate the place. You thought all but the opposite, giving him a big grin. Your expression relaxed him, assuring him that you wouldn’t think he was a freak and leave. His whole demeanor shifting, making him more comfortable and even enthusiastic.

Straightening out and giving you jazz hands, “what are you waiting for?” putting one hand on his hip to motion you to the park with the other “lets go have fun!”

Following behind you with a giggle as you approached the carnival games. The ring toss looking somewhat appealing in between the other activities, so you told him you wanted to play.

“Basically you get 5 rings, if you get at least 3 in the pins you win a prize” he explained.

“Alright alright lemme try” you waved him off, snatching the rings and giving one a toss. It missed, you brushed it off. The second one made it in and Jack gave a little cheer, it still wasn’t enough.

Hyperfocusing on the pin in the middle make a soft throw upward, the edge hitting the top of the pin and falling to the side. You gave a groan, calculating your last two throws.

Your forth throw made the pin to the side, and you only had one more try left. Aiming for another pin at the side to release, the ring clanging against it and falling to the floor.

You went to look at Jack with a frown but he wore a happy expression, “you won!” He exclaimed. Confused you turned back, finding the ring you had just tossed around the last pin. You were completely certain you had missed it, racking your mind for an explanation as jack handed you a small purple bunny that was missing an arm.

Realizing that Jack had manipulating the game so you could win, throwing him a knowing glance. He just happened to be looking away, whistling guiltily.

Squeezing the bunny you moved onto the next game, it was ballon dart toss. The stand had pale red and black balloons scattered across a board. Excitement was written all over his face, you cocked an eyebrow in question.

“It’s a two person game!” He said, “whoever pops more balloons wins!”

He handed you four darts and kept four for himself, “you can go first” he motioned with a grin. Pacing the dart in two fingers a couple times before throwing at a balloon. Giving a groan when you missed and waiting for him to go.

Being as skilled as he was he managed to land one in a bullseye. “Oh it’s on” you dared, getting one point yourself. LJ got the second one too, staring at you intensely as you evened out the score.

Giving him a small smile as the dart broke the surface of the balloon with a sharp noise “pop goes the weasel right?” You laughed, referring to his famous song.

He looked at you almost in shock, taken aback by your joke. Shaking himself into reality he broke out in a light blush, a part of him touched, as if you were accepting him for who he was.

Too distracted by your eyes on him to play the game with concentration. Missing the third one with a growl he waited for you to take your turn, which you lost. It was the last point and Jack was a shoe in, so obviously he took the victory.

You were happy for him, passing along a “good job!” as he retrieved the big brown teddy bear that was half his size, and all of yours. It was missing an eye, thin stands of makeshift fur pulled out and a silky red bow around it’s neck.

“Here” he said, dangling it in front of you.

“For me?” You asked, “but you won”, trying to look up at him but the bear blocked most of your view, only letting you see above his nose.

“Just take it” he practically pushed it into you, making you blow out an oof.

Holding it to the side at the torso with one hand you broke out in a grin “thank you for the plushie” you said, hugging him from the side and squeezing his torso “but I want you to be my teddy” you laughed. He looked incredibly flustered, frozen as you broke away.

“You’re big and tall” you tippy toed up to give his shoulder pad feathers a ruffle “and fluffy”

The man looked like he was about to faint so you decided to knock it off, laughing and telling him you wanted to go on the carousel next. Quickly, LJ happily led you too it, skipping in front of you (mostly to hide his blush).

Standing at the controls to cue a round, watching you walk around to find a pretty horse. Given, all of them had dark spots and chipped paint, but they worked all the same. Leaving the bear on another horse and climbing onto a white one that had a yellow saddle, intricate lacy designs patterned on the sides. Royal blue reigns across it’s chest and a lion on a crest.

It was beautiful, and you traced your fingers on the drawing. It must have been stunning, but the weathering of time and agony had gotten to it. A painful reminder of what was, a mere reflection of the chipping away of a joyful being.

Prying away from your thoughts as you felt the vibrations of Jack stepping onto the walkway- with one of his big smiles. Even after everything, he still wore a smile. It made you want to tear up, he really needed all the love he could get.

He was too tall to get on a horse, so he just stood by you. His big hand gracing the golden pole and holding on, watching as you peeked up at him. Even though his eyes were constantly bright he displayed something…deeper. It was a sort of shine, a sparkle if you will, luminosity glazed over in such a way that one can only get lost in its vastness.

The looped music in the background was secondary as you rose up and down with the horse, giving Jack a little smile and thanking him for bringing you here. “I’m having a lot of fun with you” you noted.

“Well of course you are! It’s a carnival” he said with joy.

“No I mean with you” you clarified “you’re pretty great Jack”. This time he didn’t avoid your gaze, his mouth open slightly, not knowing how to react to the sincerity of the compliment.

The ride slowly came to a stop, and you were feeling slightly tingly. Maybe it was the air, or the loss of focus. “How about a roller coaster?” You dared, to which he gave a tense face.

“Those are pretty broken, you’ll probably die riding one and that’s not what we want” he said, stepping off the carousel. “How about some cotton candy instead?”

You nodded your head vigorously, following him in the pursuit for the fairy floss, the bear falling behind forgotten. Passing by more unused rides that had long past rusted and a house of mirrors to get to the food court.

Jack humming happily as he dipped a paper cone into the bowl of revolving fibers of sugar. Whipping up a swirly pink and blue cotton candy and handing it to you with a proud smile.

He went to make another treat until you spoke, “I’m not that hungry so we can share” you proposed. “If you want”

“Are you sure?” He asked, concerned that you didn’t have much appetite. “Do you want some candy or maybe a funnel cake?”

You shook him off, taking a bite out of the cloud-like dessert. It was absolutely delicious, honeyed and saccharine on your tongue in a blend of flavor you had never tasted had before.

Soft as it disintegrated onto your mouth, leaving behind a remanence of something too sweet. Bringing it up to Jack, who was so tall you had to extend your arm fully to get it to his mouth.

He simply laughed at your struggle, taking a bite before giving you a thin smile and taking it from your hand. Sitting down at a bench so that you could both share comfortably.

By the time the candy had finished you noticed little bits of the silky texture stuck on his nose. Painfully stifling a laugh you turned away.

“What’s so funny?” He asked with a genuine smile.

When you didn’t answer his tone changed, “what’s so funny huh?” he sounded a bit angered.

Hiccuping through your laughter you faced him, leaning in real close to his face, enough so that you could feel the heat emanating from it; taking a bite of the pink woven candy on his nose and holding it in your teeth.

His face went red at the sight, embarrassed that he had cotton candy on his nose. Well, that and for a moment he thought you were going to kiss him.

Noticing your hands were all sticky you asked him if there was a sink somewhere. After both of you washed your hands you sat back down at the bench.

The sky was going dark, the poofs of dusty cloud fading in with the night but still managing to remain visible. You heard a whirr as Jack turned on all the rides at the carnival, lighting the whole thing up.

You sat in awe, a mere spectator in the empty yet live amusement park. Admiring the music that added to the ambiance, watching Jack approach you.

“Wanna take a walk?” He asked, but there was something…off. LJ seemed nervous as you got up and walked next to him.

He had been thinking about it for a while now, probably even before he brought you to the carnival. Even though he had washed the gooey candy from his hands they were still sticky, but it was from sweat. Giving you side glances as you paced the trail with him.

Debating to himself whether or not he should do it, if you would hate him for it. Telling himself that he would regret it if he didn’t, but thinking about the potential negative reactions you could give.

Passing the carousel once again as you noticed the usually loud and happy clown was silent, lost in thought as he stared into the distance, his lips forming a tensing line.

Wondering if he was ok, but brining up the topic might make him uneasy. Perhaps you being there at his haunted amusement park was ticking him off, or if you taking that cotton floss off his nose was too much, or if you were pushing your luck, or worse what if you triggered hi-

All thoughts faded from your mind the moment you felt a slow, shaky hand grasp onto yours. You had to look to where he held you because he was so gentile you thought it was the wind. Holding onto you softly enough that it felt like a feather, somehow still creating a little pocket of warmth between you.

A glowing thump of heat pulsing inside your chest, happiness digging into your cells and giving you the confidence to squeeze his hand.

He let out a sharp inhale at the feel, still avoiding your gaze as he relaxed into your touch. Not daring to move his hand too much or he might risk ruining the moment, afraid of hurting you with his claws.

Approaching the Ferris wheel he finally spoke, “this is probably the one ride that won’t break”, not a peep about holding you. “Do you want to go on?”

You finally caught his gaze, absolutely melting at the smile in his eyes. Responding with a ‘yes’ and letting him open the door for you. Sustaining his grip with you as he helped you on, not letting go even after you sat.

The cart wasn’t exactly small, but with a guy the size of Jack it was pretty compacted. It’s not like you minded, the lack of space gave you an excuse to bunch up alongside him. The feathers from his pads tickling your face as you rested on him.

Watching the view as the cart took you higher and higher, it was perfect. The evening set in the rich obscurity of the night, lights of the festival blinking as if they had a life of their own. The bulbs on the stands making z’s as they illuminated the red and white drapes of the far off tents.

Jack held your hand with such care and caress, you gave him a reassuring press to let him know it was ok. He was so enveloped with the passionate act that he squeezed as well. Letting you feel all the dips and curves of his hand. Clutching onto you, as if you might disappear too.

Facing him to cup his cheek with your free hand, caressing him and tucking a stand of hair behind his ear. Trailing your thumb across his skin and feeling him lean into your touch, swearing that between the lines on the pad of your finger there was a tear that you had wiped away.

Getting lost in the breaths you shared as you inched closer to his lips, giving him a second of warmth longer to prove that you weren’t going anywhere.

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spacexcowgirl · 4 years

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All About The Chase - F.W.

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Y/N will do anything for her best friend—and crush—Fred Weasley. Even if that means fake dating him so he can catch the eye of her cousin.

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Light swearing, one allusion to sex (blink and you’ll miss it), brief mention of intoxication (again, blink and you’ll miss it), super mean awful cousin, food, a little angsty with a happy ending,

A/N: For the anon who asked for Fred fake dating his friend to make her relative jealous! I decided to make her the twins age, and I may have went a little overboard with the cousin rivalry, but oh well. Thank you for feeding into my love of cliches! Also, I played around with using third person rather than second, it just felt right for this one. Pictures are from Pinterest.

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When Y/N was six years old, her parents—well, Santa—got her the most amazing art set. She had always liked to draw, and now she had an array of more colors than she could even really name. When her family was set to head to her Aunt’s house for Christmas dinner, she packed up all of her new markers, a stack of fresh paper, and a few of her drawings she was most proud of to show off.

The night had started wonderfully. She got a few more gifts from her grandparents, a beautiful doll from her aunt and uncle, and enough sweets and candy to last her months. When it was time to finally eat, Y/N left all of her new toys and her cherished art set in her relatives’ living room. Y/N doesn’t remember much about the dinner—why should she? It was a decade prior—but what she does remember vividly is the excitement that bubbled up in her tiny body when her mother suggested she go grab some of her artwork to show off.

Y/N slid out of her chair and raced into the living room. Only when she got there did she find all of her finished art completely destroyed, covered in scribbles from her new markers. Her brows had furrowed and her eyes welled with tears, and that’s when she heard it. The sinister little cackle of her cousin, Annalise. Y/N turned on her heels and saw the girl, uncapped marker in hand, looking at her as if she was the most pitiful thing in the world.

Y/N returned to dinner empty handed, claiming she had forgotten the drawings at home—even though her parents were certain she hadn’t. Annalise returned with an innocent smile and a portrait of their Nan in hand—one Y/N was certain she just made with her markers—and all of the adults cooed and awed at the small girl’s talent.

A few years later, Y/N was set to star in their primary school’s theater production. Looking back, she now recognized that her landing that part had little to do with any real talents she had, and more to do with how adults always seemed to fawn over her. She was always revered as ‘just the cutest little thing!’ Which evidently preceded talent at the ripe age of eight.

Right before she was set to go on stage and deliver her three lines (that’s all a star can really handle so young, right?), she found her angel wings shredded and her halo headband bent in half. The teacher didn’t have any time to fix her costume, so in a fluster she threw out her part all together, and sent Y/N to stand with the rest of the year 3 ensemble. It didn’t take long for Y/N to catch Annalise’s eye amongst the other students, only she was smirking. Y/N had to force her eyes back out onto the crowd and desperately search for her parents to keep herself from bawling on the spot.

As if things couldn’t get any worse between the pair of cousins, when Y/N was ten, her and her parents were astonished to find a letter tucked into their usual mail, accepting her into the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The letter gave an answer to the many strange things Y/N had been able to make happen with her emotions alone, and her chest swelled with pride to learn just how special she truly was. Not to mention, this was finally her opportunity to escape Annalise once and for all.

Until, it wasn’t. Y/N didn’t know that Annalise was a witch as well until the two families spotted each other on the platform, preparing to send both of their daughters off. Neither parents had revealed the truths of their daughters abilities to the other prior, because they knew it must be kept with the upmost secrecy. Y/N’s parents and Annalise’s parents were overjoyed to know their little girls wouldn’t be all alone, and they had someone to share their apprehensions with. Y/N and Annalise were far less enthused by the news.

A little over five years later, Y/N sat in the Gryffindor Common room, rifling through beginning of the year work that had already been assigned. In the half-decade since she’d started at Hogwarts, she had managed to avoid Annalise as best she could. It turned out to be somewhat easy, seeing as they were sorted into different house. Still, whenever Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were forced into classes together, Y/N couldn’t help but feel dread pooling in her stomach. Annalise was always sure to make those classes a living hell for her.

Y/N’s attention was pulled from her work from the sound of a small group of people bounding into the common room. She glanced back over the couch, only to see her best friends—Fred and George—laughing and pushing each other around.

“She totally wants me!” Fred argued, a cocky grin alit on his face.

“Oh, please, she hates your guts, mate.” George teased back.

Fred looked as if he were about to respond, until his eyes met Y/N’s across the room. A more genuine smile found its way onto his face as he tugged his brother towards the couch, then plopped down next to her. George then took a seat in one of the chairs across from them. Y/N neatly gathered her work into a pile, knowing for certain there was no way she would make any progress with them around.

“Y/N, will you please tell my dear brother that your cousin is absolutely mad for me, she just has a different way of showing it?” Fred threw his arm lazily around the back of the couch, right behind her, as he looked at her expectantly.

Y/N couldn’t help the sour mood that the conversation immediately put her in. There was two reasons for this; one, the most obvious, any topic that involved Annalise always brought her down. She couldn’t help it, and she tried not to hate the girl, but everything about her was draining. The second reason was that Y/N was absolutely head over heels for Fred. She had been ever since he pranked Graham Montague for making her cry in third year. The idea of Fred and Annalise together was truly the epitome of her worst nightmare.

“I don’t know, she might really just hate you.” Y/N shrugged, doing her best to keep her voice even and her face straight. Her words caused Fred to scowl and George to erupt into fits of laughter.

“Oh come on, not you too!” Fred whined as he threw his head back.

“What do you even see in her anyways?” Y/N wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer to the question, but she couldn’t help but ask it.

“Well, she’s quite fit.” This answer earned a swift slap to the arm from Y/N, which only made Fred snicker. “And!” He continued, persistent to point out that looks weren’t all he cared about. “She’s feisty, and smart. And, she acts completely not interested in me.”

“So that’s why you like her?” Y/N snorted.

“Ah, dearest Y/N, one day you’ll learn that it’s all about the chase.” Fred began to twiddle some of her hair between his fingers.

“There’s plenty of girls who aren’t interested in you! You could ‘chase’ any of them.” Y/N reasoned, batting his hand away.

“You’ve got that right.” George snorted, causing his brother to shoot him a glare.

“Well, even if that were true, I’ve got my sights set on her.” Fred shrugged.

“Well, if you really want Annalise to go out with you, you should just date me.” Y/N teased as she sat forward, beginning to pluck through her papers once again. When no one laughed or responded, she quickly shot her eyes up. “I’m only kidding.”

“No, no that could work.” Fred sat up abruptly and pointed a finger towards her. “Y/N, you’re a genius!”

“I’m really not.” Y/N shook her head quickly. “That might breach the list of dumbest things I’ve ever said.”

“Yeah, right, don’t forget we’ve been around you drunk, Y/L/N. That doesn’t even make the top ten.” George grinned at her, but her nerves kept her from even smiling at his little joke.

Y/N was growing desperate now, because neither of the twins were brushing off her silly joke. Fred was looking at her as if she just handed him the key to solve all of his problems, and George was doing nothing to tame his brother. Y/N glanced expectantly between the two of them as she drew her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Come on, what better way to make her jealous than to see me dating her cousin?”

Y/N had mentioned on occasion the way that Annalise always had to ruin everything for her as a child, but never in full detail. Some part of her knew if she had just been transparent about how truly awful the girl had treated her, Fred would never give Annalise a second glance. But now, he thought they were nothing more than cousins with a small childhood rivalry, and for that he could justify going after her.

“Please, Y/N,” Fred got down on his knees in front of her, dawning his best puppy dog eyes, and put his hands in a pleading gesture. “Be my fake girlfriend for a month—two, tops.”

Y/N chewed harder on her bottom lip as she gazed at him, already feeling her reluctance slipping away. She could never say no to him, especially when he looked so adorable. Y/n breathed out a sigh and dropped her head to look at her folded hands in her lap. All thoughts of self preservation and protecting her heart went out the door; she knew she would say yes to him.

“Fine.” Her voice was quiet, so much so that it took Fred a second to make sure he had heard her properly.

“Really? Just like that? I was about to start bribing you with sugar quills and a month of Herbology homework—”

“Well, if you’re offering—”

“Nope, too late. You agreed before I had to.” Fred grinned at the girl before swooping in and placing a kiss on her cheek. “Now, let’s set up some ground rules.”

Fred began to drone on about what they would and wouldn’t do. Things like holding hands in the corridors, sitting close at meals, kisses on the cheeks and forehead. Which pet names they would and wouldn’t use. Number one, though, was no kissing on the lips.

Y/N only listened halfheartedly as Fred rambled on, offering a slight head nod ever now and then to show she was in agreement. As Y/N thought over just what she had gotten herself into, she realized the next few weeks were going to be awful.

It didn’t take long for rumors of Fred and Y/N’s budding romance to swirl. She often found herself walking hand in hand with him through the corridors, light whispers trailing behind them. Often times, people she had hardly ever spoken to would come up to her and gush about how they always just knew Fred and her would be perfect together. Y/N would always politely smile, then wonder if they could hear her heartbreaking as loudly as she could.

To make matters worse, Fred was the perfect ‘boyfriend.’ Just as she always assumed he would be. He’d carry her books in one arm, swing their intertwined hands with the other, and walk her to each of her classes. At night, he’d sit with her in the library while she poured over her notes for the day—even though she knew he wanted nothing more than to be out pranking with George and Lee. She adored all of the extra time they were getting to spend together, until she’d remember that it was only temporary, and if he were lucky, he’d be doing all of these things with Annalise in a month.

It wasn’t until about three weeks into their agreement that Annalise approached her. Fred had walked her to potions that day, like he always did. He was making her laugh loudly, not caring at all about the many eyes upon them.

“It’s a wonder your mum didn’t ship you and George off when you were toddlers,” Y/n snorted. “It sounds like you two were menaces.”

“Oh, we were.” Fred nodded, a small grin on his face. “But I reckon we were the cutest babies she had so far, so she kept us around.”

Y/N snorted and rolled her eyes before nudging him lightly with her shoulder. They had finally made it to the potions classroom, so it was time for them to part. Fred handed her back her books and dropped her hand, but didn’t walk away until he had placed a soft kiss to her temple.

“Meet you outside of here after to walk to lunch?” He confirmed, but there was no need. It was the routine they had fallen into.

“Mhm.” Y/N gazed up at him, unable to contain the giddy smile on her lips. With that, he turned and began walking down the hallway, but not before shooting her a wink over his shoulder.

Y/N watched his retreating figure, a lovesick grin plastered to her face. Just when she had pulled herself from her daydreams and was about to enter the classroom, she ran hard into a firmly planted body.

“So, you and Weasley are pretty serious then, huh?” Annalise stood with her hands on her hips, a look that read as both disgust and amusement riddled on her face.

“Yeah, you could say that.” Y/N quickly recovered, hugging her books closer to her chest. This year, she had more classes with Annalise than any year prior, seeing as they both received a significant amount of O.W.L.s.

“Hm.” Annalise’s eyes trailed down the hallway where Fred had once been, before letting them snap back to Y/N. “Don’t know how you managed that.”

Y/N felt her blood run cold, but couldn’t find the energy within her to talk any further. So, she simply brushed past Annalise and into the classroom, ignoring the scoff that left Annalise’s lips when she pushed her out of the way. Y/N found her usual seat in the back and trained her eyes ahead, careful to keep her expression calm. That was, until Annalise slid into the seat next to her.

“What are you doing?” Y/N gaped at her. It wasn’t like they had assigned seats, but Y/N had always sat next to Patricia Stimpson. The girl was constantly fussing and nervous, always afraid to make a wrong move, but she certainly wasn’t the worst person Y/N could be stuck with.

“Asked Stimpson to trade seats.” Annalise shrugged nonchalantly, before a wicked grin grew on her face. “Figured we could get some good, cousin, bonding time.”

Y/N wanted to groan, but then Snape was gliding into the room and silencing everyone. She was certain this would be the longest lecture of her life.

When the class ended, Y/N didn’t wait for Fred outside. Instead, she had pushed up from her seat and hurried through the corridors, skipping lunch entirely to go wallow in her dorm room. Annalise had made the lecture a living hell, whether it be from snide comments she’d whisper over or by purposefully ruining their potion, then blaming it on Y/N. Internally, she cursed Fred—although it wasn’t really his fault—for putting her in the position to be in Annalise’s line of fire once again.

Y/N ended up avoiding Fred the rest of the day, scurrying between classes before he could find her. When she was finally done for the day, she wanted nothing more than to hide out in her dorm and cry. That’s exactly what she had started doing, too, before her door creeped open.

Y/N held her breath, assuming it was either Angelina or Alicia coming back before dinner. But, when her mattress dipped slightly from the weight of someone sitting down, she quickly spun around, coming face to face with Fred.

“Darling,” He cooed. It was a nickname he had taken to calling her ever since they started ‘dating,’ although no one was around now, and he was still using it. “What’s wrong? Have you been crying?”

“How’d you get in here?” Y/N croaked, avoiding his question entirely.

“Figured out how to get past the charm ages ago.” Fred rested a gentle hand on her knee. “Then, Ang gave me her key. Said she saw you run up her. So, are you going to tell me what’s wrong? And why’ve you been avoiding me all day?”

At that, Y/N lost it once again. Tears began streaming down her face freely, and she quickly sat up and accepted Fred’s opened arms. He raked his fingers through her messy hair and let her cry on his shoulder, gently soothing her to a place where she’d be able to speak.

“It’s just…” It was on the tip of her tongue. Y/N wanted desperately to tell him the truth about how awful Annalise truly was. But, just like when she was younger and never ratted Annalise out, she just couldn’t now. She didn’t know why it was, but it always felt like if she spoke the words out loud, then Annalise had won. “I’ve just had an awful day.”

“Snape will do that to you.” Fred tutted, clearly assuming her change in behavior post-potions was brought on by the professor. “I’m sorry, love.”

Y/N sniffled a few more times into his shoulder, wishing desperately that he was holding her in a way that wasn’t platonic. She craved nothing more than for him to want her like she’d always wanted him. But that seemed to be just a fantasy. The muggle fairytales she had been told growing up weren’t real, and the wicked witch was winning.

“Why don’t we go for a walk, get some fresh air?” Fred pulled back to look over her face, concern filled in his eyes.

“But, you’re missing dinner…”

“Eh, the house elves love me. I’ll just sneak down to the kitchens and grab something later.” Fred shrugged, a small smile now growing on his face. “You and me, we can make a whole night of it. I’ll sneak some snacks up and we can watch one of those old muggle movies you love so much.”

While Y/N was far from being completely okay, the tenderness he was exhibiting towards her made her heart swell. She knew he had plans with George and Lee that night, some big prank on a few Slytherins, but here he was, throwing it all away for her. He gently reached out and cupped her cheek, brushing a few stray tears away with his thumb. Y/N avoided his eyes, afraid that they would communicate all of the non-platonic love she felt for him, then nodded.

“Perfect.” Fred grinned before jumping up and extended his hand out to her. “Well, let’s go.”

Fred guided her the whole way out of the castle, keeping her close as they walked through the grounds. The autumn air was cool, and at the very second that Y/N shivered, Fred was wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his side.

They walked around and talked for a little over an hour, giddy smiles on their faces all the while. Fred made her laugh so hard she abandoned all thoughts of Annalise, her mind completely filled with the tall red head beside her. He just had this way about him that could make anything that was possibly wrong seem miniscule. He reminded her of everything good in the world.

Once the sun was fully down and the temperature had dropped significantly, the two could no longer justify being outside in the cold. Fred made a show of wrapping her hands in his own, rubbing them together to bring her some warmth, before guiding her back to the castle.

They parted ways shortly, just so Fred could sneak into the kitchens and Y/N could get the movie set up in the common room. She laid out a few blankets and pillows then pushed the couch back a bit, thankful that it was a Wednesday night and most students seemed to have already gone to bed. When Fred returned, he handed Y/N a plate of food then sat down cross-legged beside her, balancing his own plate in his lap.

Y/N started the movie and dug into her food, giggling lightly at Fred’s ravenous way of eating. He had certainly been hungry earlier, but she needed him, so evidently he pushed his hunger aside. When their plates were finished, they stacked them neatly on the table behind them, before completely turning their attention to the movie.

“Okay, wait, who’s the green girl again?” Fred questioned as he pointed towards the screen, brows furrowed.

“If you would pay attention, you would know.” Y/N giggled. “She’s the Wicked Witch of The West.”

“She’s supposed to be a witch?” Fred crinkled up his nose, confusion clear on his face. “I don’t know any green witches.”

“It’s a muggle movie, Fred.” Y/N lightly rolled her eyes.

“And who’s she?”

“Glinda, the good witch.”

“Okay, I definitely know witches don’t dress like that.” Fred teased, eyeing the woman on the screen’s frilly pink dress

“Maybe I should start.” Y/N giggled, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders. “Think I could pull it off?”

“Darling, you’d look beautiful in anything.” Fred winked at her, causing her face to heat up. Some part of her knew it was nothing more than harmless joking, but she couldn’t help the way he lit something alive within her.

“Ya think?” Y/N scooted a bit closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder so he couldn’t see her giddy smile.

“I know.” His voice was soft, and the two of them remained quiet for the next few scenes of the movie.

At some point, the two of them had shifted to lay down in order to get more comfortable on the floor. Fred was laying on his back with one hand behind his head, the other resting idly in between them. Y/N was sprawled out on her stomach, her face down by his feet. Every little bit her eyes would light up and she’d glance back to tell him that her favorite part was coming up, only for him to realize that every part seemed to be her favorite part. Still, he never pointed that out, but instead just smiled fondly at her and nodded.

“Ugh.” Y/N grimaced, a slight shiver running down her spine. “Those monkeys always terrified me when I was little.”

“Oh yeah?” Fred sat up now, leaning closer to her. “You scared now?”

“Psh, no.” Y/N rolled her eyes and glanced back over at him, only to find him slowly inching towards her. She pointed a finger out warningly. “Fred, don’t.”

It was no use, Fred’s hands latched themselves to her sides and began tickling her feverishly. Y/N squealed and tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but it was no use. In the process, she had flipped over onto her back and was now kicking her legs out, trying to get him to stop, but that only egged him on further.

“You sure you’re not scared, Y/L/N?” Fred teased. “I could comfort you, if you were.”

“Freddie! Stop!” Y/N breathed out, tears beginning to pool in her eyes from her laughter.

Y/N now had the front of his jumper balled in her fists, trying desperately to get him to stop. After another minute, he did, and her wriggling ceased. Still, he loomed over top of her while she gripped onto his jumper tightly. Both of them were silent as they stared into each other’s eyes, faces only inches apart. For half a second, Y/N swore she saw Fred’s eyes flicker down to her lips, but then she convinced herself she must have dreamed it.

The sounds of the movie seemed to draw them back to the present, and Y/N let go of Fred’s jumper, causing him to sit up. She followed suit, clearing her throat in hopes of easing the tension between them. Fred was never one to let any awkwardness linger, so he nudged her with his elbow before laying back down in the spot he had been before.

“Cuddle up, Y/N. I’ll keep you safe from the big scary winged monkeys.” He winked as he opened his arms for her.

Y/N rolled her eyes lightly, trying desperately to calm the nerves in her stomach, before obliging and cuddling into his side. She let her head rest on his chest, her hand placed just over his heart, as he tightened his arm around her. Y/N found that she couldn’t pay attention to the rest of the movie, what with Fred pulling a blanket up around them and gently stroking her hair. She was lulled to sleep by the action, finding that she wished every night, she could fall asleep in his arms.

The two were startled awake the next morning by a bout of loud laughter. As Y/N quickly sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she spotted George, fully dressed in his school uniform, gazing down at them with an amused grin. Fred groaned from where he still laid on the floor, pulling a pillow over his face to block out the light.

“And what’s this?” George cocked his head to the side. “You guys are really taking this ‘fake dating’ thing pretty seriously. Honestly, you’ve got me convinced.”

Fred shot up quickly at that, nervously looking around the common room to make sure no one heard. When he realized it was only the three of them, he let out a breath of relief.

“Come off it, will you? We just fell asleep after watching a movie.” Fred shot his brother a glare.

Y/N felt sick at the reminder that everything between them was fake. Every little moment she had foolishly convinced herself could mean something more was nothing but wishful thinking. Drawing in a deep sigh, Y/N forced herself up and gestured for Fred to move with a flick of her wand. Once he obliged, she flicked her wand again and gathered all of the blankets and pillows before pushing the couch back. Without another word, she stalked back up the steps to her dorm, and prepared herself for another long day.

When Y/N arrived to the potions classroom, her stomach dropped at the sight of Annalise once again in the seat next to her usual one. She gazed around the room, grumbling slightly when she realized she had no other choice but to sit next to the girl.

“Wow, you look like hell.” Annalise sneered when she trudged over.

“Probably because I was up all night with Fred.” Y/N shot back, before truly registering her words. “Not… Not like that.”

Annalise snorted at the insinuation and rolled her eyes. It seemed she was about to say something, no doubt some snide comment, but was cut off by Snape walking into the room. Y/N straightened up and began to listen to the professor drone on, her stomach twisting in knots when she realized what that day’s lecture would entail. A cauldron sat at the front of the classroom, an alluring steam rising off of it. Y/N knew, it was Amortentia.

After giving a brief lecture on it, Snape used his wand to lift the cauldron in the air, slowly letting it stop by each desk for the students to gaze at. He appeared completely uninterested by the kids’ excitement from what they smelled. Finally, it arrived at Y/N and Annalise’s table.

Y/N leaned forward and took a breath in, her nose being filled with the scent of fireworks, chocolate, and the shampoo Fred used. She sat back in her seat and crossed her arms, not needing the reminder that she felt so deeply for someone who didn’t return her affections.

Annalise leaned forward and breathed in a deep breath, a dreamy smile gracing her face. Her eyes flickered towards the front of the classroom, finding Snape deep in conversation with another Ravenclaw student. Quickly, she pulled an empty glass bottle from her bag and dipped it into the cauldron, filling it entirely.

“What’re you doing?” Y/N hissed, sitting up abruptly.

“I’m gonna use it as perfume. So everyone smells what they’re attracted to on me, and wants to be around me.” Annalise shrugged, placing a cork on the bottle and sliding it back into her bag. Y/N knew she could get in loads of trouble for carrying such a dangerous and potent potion, yet she didn’t speak up to turn her in. “Professor Snape, we’re all done back here!”

And with that, Snape was whisking the cauldron away and carrying on with his lecture. Y/N watched Annalise out of the corner of her eye, certain she was up to something from the glint in her eye. Still, like always, she stayed silent.

A week later, all thoughts of Annalise’s odd behavior had completely left Y/N’s mind. She was so caught up in falling for Fred even more each day, she could hardly focus on anything else. The fact that he hadn’t brought up Annalise once since their movie night didn’t go unnoticed to her, and she found herself chasing the familiar hope that maybe he was starting to fall for her too.

“I’ve gotta catch up with Georgie and Lee—they’re still mad I ditched them last week.” Fred informed her as he finished his dinner. “Catch you later?”

She nodded, a bright smile lighting up her face when he swooped down and kissed her cheek before hurrying off. Y/N was so in a daze that she didn’t even notice someone slide in the seat beside her, occupying the space Fred was once in.

“Ah, so you two are still together, are you?” Annalise spoke up, making her presence known. She wore a devilish grin as she feigned a casual act, picking at her nails.

“Obviously.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“What a shame, I just hate to be the one to tell you this.” She sighed.

“Tell me what?” Y/N’s brows furrowed as she turned to look at Annalise full on.

“Well, I’ve been wearing my perfume, you see.” She craned her neck and circled her hand, gesturing for Y/N to lean in and take a whiff. The smell was undeniable, and as much as she hated being in the presence of her cousin, it kept her reeled in. “Smell Freddie, do you?”

“Why do you care?” Y/N gritted her teeth, hating the way his nickname sounded coming from her mouth.

“Because, he doesn’t smell you.” Annalise shrugged. “In fact, what was it he told me he smelled? Right, fresh ink, my peach shampoo, and… Oh, I can’t remember. It was so hard to pay attention while he was snogging me in that broom closet.”

Y/N instantly dropped the utensils in her hand, ignoring the way they clattered to the ground. The sound drew a few eyes towards them, and Annalise simply smirked at her cousin. Y/N could feel tears welling behind her eyes, but she was also angry. At Fred, for not just telling her that he had finally gotten what he wanted. And at Annalise, for always being so dead set on ruining everything for her.

“What did I ever do to you?” Y/N heard her voice crack, and she felt just as pathetic as Annalise wanted her to feel. When she spoke again, her tone increased significantly. “Why must you always ruin everything for me?”

Some part of her knew she shouldn’t be freaking out, because this had always been the plan. She knew Annalise could never let anything be hers, so she should simply take it in stride and move on. But she couldn’t. She had been so sure that Fred and her were starting to build something real, that she’d finally be with the boy she’d crushed on for years, and now all of that hope was shattered.

“I’m just being a good cousin.” Annalise slapped a hand to her chest, feigning some sort of dignity that she certainly didn’t have. “Really, he was bound to cheat on you at some point. I just made it happen sooner rather than later. You should be thanking me.”

Y/N reached for her wand and gripped it tightly in her fist, ready to point it at her and fire off whatever hex came to mind. In an instant, fear was in Annalise’s eyes and she was cowering back. Professor McGonagall was now rushing forward, shouting her surname and ordering her to stop. In response, Y/N lowered her wand and wiped at her eyes, forcing none of her tears to fall.

“You know what, you’re not even worth it.”

And with that, she was marching out of the Great Hall, ignoring any calls of her name.

When Y/N made it back to the common room, she found George, Lee, and Fred gathered around a small table in the corner. A few other students were littered throughout the room, as well. Y/N almost just stormed right up to her dorm, intent on never speaking to Fred again, but she was sick of always letting people treat her like rubbish. So, right as she made it to the base of the steps, she turned on her heels and marched to their table, causing all of their eyes to fall on her.

“Hello, love—”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” She shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at Fred. “Godric, I know I agreed to help the two of you get together, but cheating on me? Leaving me embarrassed in front of the whole school? What is wrong with you?”

Lee and George glanced at each other with wide eyes before signally towards their steps and quietly sneaking away. This left Fred in open-mouthed shock, gaping at Y/N in all of her fury.

“I don’t know what—”

“And don’t even tell me how it wasn’t really cheating, because we weren’t really together, I know. But the rest of the school doesn’t know that! Annalise doesn’t know that! And now you’ve fed directly into her only wish of making my life utterly horrible.” Y/N fumed, although her hands were shaking slightly. “So, congrats Fred. You finally got the girl. And Annalise got what she wanted, too. Looks like you two are perfect for each other.”

After saying her piece, she quickly turned around and began making her way back towards her steps. She ignored the many sets of bewildered eyes on her, too angry and hurt to even care. She was only stopped by the feeling of Fred gripping onto her wrist and spinning her back around to face him.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Fred searched her eyes. “I didn’t cheat on you, fake or not.”

“But—”

“Annalise yanked me into a broom closet earlier, asking me to smell her neck like a bloody lunatic. So, I did, because I’m always enticed by strange offers.” He quipped with a smile, but when Y/N shot him a pointed look, he became serious once again. “Not the time? Right, okay. So, I smelled her, and I asked if she cornered me in there just to tell me she nicked your perfume, and she got all huffy, so I left. I didn’t cheat on you. I didn’t even mention it because it was too weird to explain.”

“You…” The words got caught in Y/N’s throat, all of her anger leaving her body. “You smelled my perfume?”

“Yeah, and faintly my mum’s roast, but I didn’t question it.” Fred shrugged. “Why?”

Y/N slowly raised a hand up to her mouth, gazing between where his hand still held her wrist and his eyes. Fred had never been very good at potions, so she knew just saying Annalise was wearing ‘Amortentia’ would explain very little.

“She was wearing a love potion, Fred.” Y/N spoke up, much quieter than before. “You smell what you’re attracted to in it.”

In an instant, Fred’s face was a bright shade of red and he quickly dropped her wrist. His eyes dipped down as he avoided her gaze, and Y/N realized this was the first time she’d ever seen him nervous.

“I…” Fred struggled to find words. “I don’t—I mean, I do… But I didn’t want you to—”

“Ask me what I smell in mine.” Y/N urged, cutting off his rambling. Fred shot his head back up at that, looking at her quizzically.

“What do you smell in yours?” There was a hopeful glint behind his eyes, though his words were soft.

“Fireworks, chocolate…” Y/N took a step closer to him. “And your shampoo.”

The second that Fred fully registered what her words meant, he was closing the distance between the two of them. Y/N let out a shocked giggle as he wrapped her up in his arms, pressing his lips fully to hers for the first time. Although she had seen fireworks before, and she had smelled them almost every time Fred and George were around, neither compared to what it was like to feel fireworks. Y/N’s arms wound around his neck as she pulled him closer to her, prepared to live in the moment forever if she could.

When they pulled apart, there was nothing left either of them had to say. Fred could apologize for putting her through hell for the past few weeks, and Y/N could apologize for being so harsh, but that didn’t matter to either of them at the moment. All that mattered, was they both finally realized what had always been right in front of them.

Very early on in the start of Y/N and Fred’s real relationship, she finally opened up to him about just how awful Annalise really was. His jaw clenched at everything she told him, and he quickly expressed that he never would’ve wanted to be with her had he known. Y/N assured him she didn’t care, because this time, Annalise truly lost.

Although Y/N had been quick to brush off her feud with her cousin, telling Fred it was best to just leave it alone, she couldn’t say she was surprised when she walked into the Great Hall one morning, finding Annalise cowering at her table with neon green hair. It was the exact shade she had used when they were six to ruin Y/N’s drawing. While Fred and George vehemently denied any involvement in the prank, Y/N simply placed a short kiss to Fred’s lips, and quietly thanked him.

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“Strike Three?” A Neville Longbottom Smut

EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS OF LEGAL AGE AND CONSENTING

Warnings: NSFW 18+, sub!nev, dom!femreader, swearing, slapping (one hit), oral (f and m receiving), vaginal sex, teasing, slight degradation, unprotected sex. (WRAP IT UP YALL)

He wasn't happy anymore.

No matter how hard he tried to convince you he was happy being an Auror, his growing exhaustion and increased amount of nightmare alerted you to his unease. Your once happy and relaxed Neville would come home, only to be reminded of his time in the war. When he was recruited by the Ministry to work for them, he felt honored; for the first time he was really being recognized for his strength and bravery.

But that wasn't who he was. Neville wasn't made to hunt down dark wizards his whole life. He was made for something kinder. Something that wouldn't make him come home looking half alive.

Just like he did today.

"Hi, bubs," you sighed as you caught notice of his dark sullen under eyes.

"Hi, petal," he responded while dropping onto the couch with a huff. He started rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand.

He was hunched over and tense, the veins in his neck were popped from the strain his job put him under. Unable to see him suffer, you went behind him to rub and massage the sore spot near the base of his neck.

"Love," Neville groans at your skilled fingers working at the knots in his muscle. His deep throaty whine made your stomach twist.

"Does that help any, my love?" You hummed near his ear, massaging behind it to release the ache in his neck.

"It feels perfect," he replied quietly, mewling at the soft digs against his skin.

His head dipped back, exposing the expanse of his skin to your greedy eyes. Neville was always a cutie pie; however, the boy really grew up. Ever since he ran DA during his seventh year, Neville was a combination of gentle power and taunt muscle. He grew out of his baby fat, and sprung up into the attractive man you knew and fell in love with. You loved him however he looked; but his tight shoulder muscles looked beautiful under your fingertips.

Neville's eyes were closed, his mouth dropped open at the feel of your hands against his skin. But before he could enjoy it too much, you stopped massaging is neck and rounded the couch to face him.

He was tired and sore, but his eyes burned into yours with lust, but there was no signs of fire or fight in his olive brown irises.

You knelt down, sitting on your heels as you rubbed up and down the expanse of his work pants.

"I wanna play with you, love," you whispered to your tired boy.

He whined lowly, a sound that lit up the fire in your stomach and sent a chill down your spine. Neville was always so beautiful when he gave up all premonitions and embraced your control.

"I wanna play with you," you repeated while unbuckling the silver hardware of his belt. His eyes closed, brows furrowing, and chest heaving as you toyed with the waistband of his jeans.

"Love," he groaned, although, the words barely escaping his pouty pink lips, "God, please do whatever you want to me."

"Is that an order?" You cautioned. Neville was not going to be in control tonight; both of you knew it. But you needed him to be aware of the power dynamic this given night.

"No!" he cried. "No, no, that wasn't an order."

"Then what was it?"

He shifted in his seat, wiggling as you dragged the belt out of the looped holes and began making quick work of his zipper.

"What was it?" You asked with a bit more grit.

"A plead? Fuck!"

Neville's explanation was cut short, the feeling of your hand wrapped around his cock was already an overwhelming feeling and the most release he had gotten all day. You gripped onto his thigh with a firm grasp, nails digging lightly into the soft skin, making your boy groan at the light scratch marks that littered his leg.

"Wanna feel good, baby boy?" You teased. "Want me to play with your pretty cock until I get you off?"

"God, fuck yes," he whined, the words coming out in pieces as you flicked your wrist, pumping only the tip of his dick. You knew just how sensitive he was there.

Neville cried out at the slap you administered to her thigh, making him jump and groan in pleasure at the tingly sting. The pale skin already started turning red: a sign of your time together.

"Yes, what?" You teased as you kitten licked him all while you massaged his heavy balls in a single hand, the other one teased the inside of his thigh.

"Yes, ma'am," his brows furrowed in the middle, a mixture of both pain and pleasure etched across every inch of his cute face.

Having literally the situation in the palm of your hand, you wanted to fully take advantage of the strong man in front of you. Your speed increased, making Neville whine and moan out quiet whimpers at the feelings you were imposing on him.

His neck covered in a thin layer of sweat and goosebumps, every nerve and neuron was fired up at the feeling of your lips wrapped around him. You giggled and slapped him against your tongue, treating him like your little toy to play with.

"God fucking damnit," Neville pouted, threading his fingers into the hair at the base of your neck, bucking up into your warm mouth for even more friction. He just needed a few more pumps to get off.

But you wouldn't let him.

Strike one.

With a pop, you rose from your kneeled position, just to straddle his lap and grab him by his throat, pinning him to the back of the couch. Neville's eyes were blown wide from his delayed high, his mouth dropping in pleasure at the squeeze around his neck.

"Did I say you could touch me, sweet slut?"

"No," he groaned, his dick leaking desperately against his work shirt, "I'm sorry. Please, god, I'm sorry. Love, please make me cum."

"You wanna cum?" You mocked back to him in a sickeningly sweet voice, your grip tightening slightly around his neck. "Does my big boy wanna cum for me?"

Your boyfriend mumbled his wishes and desires, his thumb grazing the exposed skin at the hem of your shirt, just yearning for a touch of your skin.

Strike two.

"I said no touching, Nev," you chastised as you grabbed both of his wrists and pinning them to the couch cushions, leaving him laying down beneath you. "Shirt off. Now."

The sweet, sensitive boy responded immediately, his work shirt was gone in a second. He was now fully naked beneath you, his skin was littered with scars and healing bruises, and yet he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. And he was yours.

"Get to work, pretty baby," you instructed as you shuffled up his chest, hovering your clothed pussy over his chest. "Think you're up for the challenge?"

"Yes, yes, please, love. Sit on my face, petal. I'll make you feel so good."

Neville had totally disregarded his own release, the idea of getting you off gave him something to focus on. And you weren't going to ask a second time. So within seconds, you sat with knees around his shoulders, waiting for Nev's next move considering his wrists were still pinned above his head.

"Want me to sit down, honey? Think you can eat my pussy as good as you can fuck it?"

His head craned higher, trying to get a taste of you before he was even given permission. Your teasing was growing to be too much, his cock rested on his lower belly, dreadfully sensitive from being left on the edge.

Graciously, you lowered yourself to his face, grinding lightly against his crooked nose for the meantime. Neville groaned at your taste, his tongue dipping to trace along your panties and to suck against your clit. The one thing Neville was always fantastic at, was eating your out. But seeing his arms pinned above him, made you even wetter; it was always a sight to see when Neville grew so desperate to get you off.

"Keep your hands up," you ordered as you then brought your hands the his hair, tugging and dragging his face against your cunt, doing your best to get off before he ever could.

Reluctant moans left your lips, Neville was just too good with his mouth.

"Wanna get me off, toy?" You taunted, finding it filthy how all your boyfriend could do was moan in response against your panties. "Think you can even get me off like that? Only using your mouth to get me off, yeah?"

Once again, all your boy could do was groan against you, taking in every grind and hair pull with a smile and a twitch to his cock.

"Fuck, Neville, you're gonna make me cum. Get me there, honey. Get your girl to feel good."

And he did. It only took a few more swivels of your pussy against his hungry lips to make your back arch. You dug his hands into the couch beneath him, fully grinding his face as if it were a pillow. He made you cum incredibly hard, your legs shook around his head as you filled with the feeling of your high.

You released his hands and resituated your legs to cradle his hips, now straddling him. Neville's chin was glistening in your cum, making him lick his lips as if he had just eaten some delicious candy or butterbeer.

"Now's your time baby," You promised as you grabbed his cock and lined it up with you. "But you gotta work for it."

Neville's confused look amused you, you could see the gears turning in his head.

"I'm not gonna sink down onto your cock, pretty boy."

It took Neville a second to understand, but he got the memo. Without touching you, he began snapping his hips up into your soaked and sensitive cunt. His deepness was surprising, given the fact that you refused to put in the extra bit of work. But Neville was desperate beyond relief, his hips jutted off the couch to fuck you deep and fast even if you weren't meeting him halfway. You rubbed at your clit as Neville threw his head back at the squeeze of you against him.

"Gonna cum, pretty boy?" You asked while gripping onto his hair.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck.." Neville groaned out loudly, his hips stuttering as he worked himself into a sweat. "Fuck, please let me cum. Let me cum. Love."

"Go on, love," you moaned above him, growing close to your second release. "Cum for me. "

Neville cried out loudly as you began bouncing furiously on top of him, giving him the friction he needed. He fully forgot the "no touching" rule, as he ran his hands up and down your smooth thighs as you both came in unison.

His cries and your demands were like a catalyst to the other, making your orgasms so incredibly intense. You fell on top of his bare chest, placing kisses against his collarbone and Adam's apple. A gentle blow of air against his neck made Neville groan, his body sensitive from all the teasing but so wonderfully taken care of all the same.

He twirled you hair between his fingers, finding comfort in your softest features.

"Thank you, petal. I needed that so much," he admitted with blushing cheeks.

"Of course my love, I just hate seeing you so stressed from work. You deserve to do something you adore, honey."

"I adore you."

#neville longbottom #neville longbottom smut #carmi writes smut

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𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐴𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 (𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑒𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔) 𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑒𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔 (𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧)× 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 (𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒)

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑓𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟..... 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑡.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝐹𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑦𝑟𝑢𝑝, ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑗𝑜𝑏, 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑐𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 (𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔), 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑑𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 (?) 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝑢𝑛𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑥 (𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛), 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑚! 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 × 𝑠𝑢𝑏! 𝑌𝑒𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑐𝑘

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Yeosang let out an excited yet nervous giggle as his lover grabbed a hold of his shirt and proceeded to drag him over to the bed, where she then had him lay down on it.

"Baby? What are you doing?" He asked as her hands began to caress him through his shirt, lifting it up enough so that his belly button could be seen.

"I saw your two most recent performances Sangie. And I gotta say.... I was more than impressed."

Her fingers nimbly undid the buttons of his shirt, opening it up to expose his hard and solid abs that she had gotten a peek at while watching his fancam. She let out a soft purr as her index finger traced each and every one of the lines across his stomach.

"Is this why you didn't want me to take off your shirt all these months that passed? Because you were hiding these?"

Yeosang hummed lowly as he felt her ran her hands all over his chest, thumbs lightly tweaking at his nipples which had him barely shuddering. He was already getting aroused as he pondered over what was going to come. He knew he was definitely in for something wild since she was wearing his favorite red lacy lingerie set that she only reserved for very special occasions. He always felt his breath being taken away whenever she surprised him by wearing such a scandalous choice of attire.

"I wanted it to be a surprise. I worked extra hard to get in shape to look good." He admitted, a light pink tint forming on his cheeks.

Y/N smiled sweetly at him, her fingers brushing against the tent that was building up inside his pants.

"Oh really? Look good for who exactly? For atiny?"

Yeosang mumbled out a needy whine once she pressed down on his bulge, nails digging into the fabric of his pants and raking slowly at the outline of his length.

"Y-yes b-but mostly for..." He bit down at his lip, feeling shy and embarrassing about finishing that sentence.

Y/N gave out a little click of her tongue before beginning to unzip him. Yeosang lifted his hips to help make it easier for her to get his pants off him. Running her hands over his thick thighs, Y/N hovered her mouth over his clothed dick, staring up at him intently.

"Mostly for whom exactly?"

Opening her mouth, she moaned around Yeosang's tent as she wrapped her lips around his balls, using her teeth to slightly press down on them. Yeosang gasped out an 'oh!' when he felt her hot breath so near him.

"For m-mommy. I wanted to look good for you mommy." He confessed, lifting himself up on his elbows to watch more closely what'd she do next.

Giggling darkly at him, Y/N climbed on top of him, her ass pressing itself down on his dick while her hands cupped his shoulders, caressing his soft and smooth skin. Yeosang closed his eyes as her hand came up his neck to cup his jaw. As if it was instinct, he parted his lips when her thumb grazed across his lower lip, taking it in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

"My pretty prince wanted to look good for me? How cute."

When her index and middle finger came up, Yeosang didn't hesitate to take them into his mouth as well, generously giving them light suckles and not complaining when inch by inch, they went further into his mouth, nearly making him gag when they went all the way inside.

"You're already looking so good for me Sangie. You're so beautiful, so handsome. You really didn't have to go through all this just for me."

Yeosang let out a disappointed whimper when she retracted her hands, a thin line of saliva breaking apart when she pulled away too far. His bottom lip poked out like a child being refused their favorite candy. Y/N began cooing at him, her fingers smearing some of his leftover spit onto his chin.

"What's wrong my baby boy?"

Making his eyes go as big as they could, Yeosang huffed softly as he began rutting his dick on her ass cheeks.

"I wanna taste mommy. I've been craving her pussy for some time."

Awing at him, Y/N guided him to lay his head back on the pillow. Yeosang eagerly watched in anticipation as she peeled the lace fabric down her legs, holding it up against his face in a teasing motion. He inhaled deeply when he felt the wet patch hit against his nose, the scent already making his head spin. Throwing her panties onto the dresser next to the bed, followed soon after by her matching bra, Y/N placed herself on top of Yeosang's face, her thighs resting on each sides of his cheeks. Yeosang stared unashamedly at her wet folds, tongue poking out in expectation of getting to eat out his favorite sweet. Slowly, Y/N sank herself onto his pretty face, moaning loudly when his mouth latched onto her heat, making no movement until she told him to, just as she had trained him to.

"Ok babyboy. Do your thing."

Yeosang's tongue dipped inside her hole, a light trickle of her arousal falling into his mouth which he savoured gratefully before swallowing it. He took his time as he began to nip all along her slit, sometimes laying his tongue flat against it before licking all the way up to her clit. Yeosang closed his eyes and just fully submerged himself into succulent taste of her core, drinking up her liquids as if it were the most delectable nectar he had ever had the pleasure to feast upon. Yeosang let out a smile of content when he felt his lover's hips start to grind against his face, mewls and blissful sighs gracing his ears, a sign the receiver was enjoying the oral ministrations being bestowed upon her intimate parts.

"You're doing such a good job at eating me out my darling. You're such a good boy for mommy."

Yeosang moaned out in appreciation at hearing being complimented so lovingly. Although he was always shy at being spoiled by kind words being spoken to and about him, he couldn't deny it made his pride puff up a little when his beautiful girlfriend indulged him by calling him her good little boy or baby boy. His hands gripped onto the back of her thighs and pulled her further into his face, not minding whatsoever having half of his oxygen being cut off as long as her honey like pussy was smothering him whole. The veins on his hands and arms began to become more visible the harder he gripped at her skin, forcing her to grind harder against him so his tongue could lap up more of her secretions. Y/N reached out to grip onto the headboard in front of her, loud gasps pouring out as she had never had Yeosang practically use her to face fuck himself like that, usually she'd be the one taking the initiative. But it seemed at that moment she was simply just his little toy, or candy bar, for him to enjoy as he wanted.

"Oh! Oh-fuck Yeosang! That feels so good! You're going to make mommy cum that way."

Yeosang's dick twitched inside his boxers at the thought of having her cum pour down his throat, his mouth sucking with ferocity at her clit as he continued his assault on her core, muffled grunts barely audible as he worked his tongue to bring her into a state of ecstasy.

"Shit! Sangie!"

Her thighs clenched around his skull, squeezing his face hard as her juices rushed out of her core and smeared all over his face. Yeosang happily gulped down as much as he could, moaning against her folds to help further heighten the sensation of her high. When Y/N pulled away from his face, Yeosang panted softly for air, the sides of his cheeks and nose glistening from the remnants of her cum. Looking up at her, he began to snicker rather cutely.

"I look the prettiest after mommy made me a mess." He wiped some of the cum out of the corners of his lips with his tongue, smirking up at her.

Bending down, Y/N proceeded to lick some of her cum off his face, dragging her tongue all the way into his mouth where she then let him closed her lips over his, enveloping them in a sweet and most sincerest kiss. Yeosang completely melted under her when her fingers ran themselves through his soft and wavy black locks. He let her take absolute control of the kiss, letting her tongue dance around his, fully enraptured by each movement of her wet muscle. He was so lost into the kiss, he was not prepared to have her pull away just as he began craving more. Turning a bit selfish, one of his hands went to the back of her head, rushing to pull her back in, but Y/N was just as fast. Pressing a finger to his lips, she tsked at his behavior.

"Sangie you were doing so good for me so far, don't start acting out just yet ok?"

The way the corners of his lips curled up into a sly smile, Y/N knew he was contemplating disobeying her orders. Although in any other circumstances she would have hoped for him to disobey just to have him ass up, face hidden in the pillows and hands tied behind his back, she was in a different mood that evening. A mood that required her precious baby to be on his best behavior so she could pamper him as she wanted to.

"Don't Yeosang. I had something prepared for you tonight and you won't get to find out about it if you choose to be bad."

The way his eyes lit up at her comment had her holding back from pinching his cheeks or booping his nose.

"What is it?" He asked, full of curiosity and eager to know.

Pressing a small peck on his lips, she got off the bed and went over to one of her dressers, opening it up and taking out something that Yeosang couldn't quite see since she had put them behind her back. Standing at the foot of the bed, she then held her hands out to show Yeosang what she had in them:

A can of whipped cream and a bottle of chocolate drizzle.

"What-what are they for?" Although he had a hunch of what they were for, he still wanted to hear her plan.

"Well Yeosangie, you had your dessert tonight..."

She paused so that she could climb on top of him again, settling herself on top of his thighs.

"Now it's my turn."

Popping the cap off the bottle, she turned it upside down and let a few drops fall onto Yeosang's chest. His muscles flinched slightly when they felt the substance splatter all over them. Placing the bottle to the side, Y/N leaned down, tongue stuck out and eyes locked on the pair of dark orbs looking at her with anticipation of what she would do next. Sending him a playful wink, she began to lick off the chocolate syrup on his skin. Yeosang fought back a fit of giggles threatening to escape his mouth, hands gripping the blanket underneath in an effort to keep himself from squirming.

"You ok baby boy?" Y/N asked as she chuckled softly.

"Yeah just- it tickles a little. But it feels good." He urged her to keep going.

Taking the bottle again, Y/N drizzled his firm and toned abs generously, coating them and even making random shapes on it. Feeling satisfied, she dove back in and began slurping up the sweetened syrup off his luscious abs, feeling proud when her ears became blessed at hearing Yeosang's hushed out moans. She could feel him tense up under her touch as he tried, but ultimately failed in not rutting his clothed erection against her ass. Wanting to tease him just a bit, she rolled her hips against him, the leftover slick from her last orgasm and the new slick building up starting to make a wet patch against his boxers.

Yeosang couldn't stop biting and licking at his lips as he stared at Y/N's tongue cleaning up the mess she made on his body. He was thoroughly enjoying being eaten up by her warm, hot mouth. And he was elated to know his efforts paid off, that she enjoyed the sight of seeing his new fit body. After all, he had worked out just for her, to hear her praise him and tell him how pretty and gorgeous he was. He absolutely adored having her tell him such things. As if reading his mind, Y/N began to moan in ecstasy along his abs.

"You were already so breathtaking babyboy, but now-" She sucked in a breath before sinking her teeth into the patch of skin just above the waistband of his boxers.

"You're so fucking sexy. It kinda makes me be selfish and not let anyone else see your beauty."

Scoffing softly, she placed more open mouth kisses along the area of his belly button.

"Not like they can appreciate it like I can."

Letting out an indignant huff, she popped open the bottle again and crept her face close to Yeosang's.

"Open up that pretty mouth of yours babyboy."

Obedient to her, Yeosang opened his mouth. Placing some of the chocolate syrup on her tongue, she carefully brought it over towards Yeosang's lips. Getting the hint, he took her tongue inside his mouth, sucking off the delicious treat and letting it run down his throat. When he was done, Y/N licked off the tiny droplets that had accidentally fallen on his chin and cheek.

"How was that my Sangie?" She asked as her nose nuzzled against his.

"Sweet, delicious. But nothing compares to mommy's pussy." He had a cheeky grin on his features as he answered her.

Trying to hide the blush threatening to form on her cheeks, Y/N got off him.

"I think there's something even better than that."

Locking eyes at him, she wrapped her fingers on the waistband of his briefs before slipping them off him, his cock finally making an appearance. It stood firmly erect, tip leaking and red, crying out to be touched and played with in any form its owner deemed fit. No matter how many times she sucked, jerked or fucked it, Y/N could never stop becoming surprised with Yeosang's size. He was well beyond average and had a more than nice girth to him. Even if she wrapped both of her hands along it starting from the base, they weren't enough to cover all the way up to the head. And she loved it, loved her boyfriends monster cock. It was the one part of him no one could ever see and that she would never share. His dick belonged to her and was solely hers, even Yeosang said it himself many times.

Brushing her fingers against it, she picked it up and began running her thumb against the slit.

"You're so big babyboy. My good little boy isn't so little."

Yeosang began bucking his hips further into her hand. There was nothing he loved more than seeing her hand around his dick, loved having her jerk him off so much. Although he would definitely never turn down the opportunity to fuck her mouth, he just preferred having her give him one of those handjobs that drove him wild. Nothing compared to it.......

Except of course, having both hands wrapped around him.

"You like my big, fat cock so much mommy?" Yeosang smirked up at her.

"I fucking love it. Love how big my babyboy is."

Yeosang let out a half pained whine when she squeezed a little too hard around him, his body threatening to be pushed into an early orgasm by that action alone.

"Oh-fuck! Please keep doing that." Yeosang muttered out.

Y/N hummed softly, hand still pumping him slowly. With a taunting look, she let go of his dick, letting it fall hard against his stomach. Yeosang began writhing around, emitting low whimpers and immediately reaching over to grab Y/N's hand so he could place her hand back where he needed her the most. She however slapped his hand away.

"Naughty naughty boy. Where did your manners go?" She chastised him.

Poking out his bottom lip, Yeosang stroked himself with two of his fingers.

"I'm sorry mommy. But it-it hurts. I want to cum." He fretted as his hand cupped his balls, fondling them amply.

His self pleasure was interrupted as Y/N pushed his hand away.

"I don't remember giving you permission to touch yourself babyboy. Remember what I told you. It might be your cock, but it still belongs to me. Not even you can touch it without asking me first."

Yeosang immediately nodded, not wanting to get his love angry and further deny him his so desperately craved orgasm.

"Y-yes mommy. I'm sorry. I was being selfish." He admitted his fault, praying it would help in her taking pity on him and letting him off the hook.

It worked as Y/N's former scowl was replaced by an doting look on her boyfriend. Patting his thigh twice, she was satisfied to see him obey her and spread his legs out for her so she could place herself in between them.

"Besides my precious baby, I'm not done eating my dessert. I'm just getting to the best part."

The long forgotten whipped cream can was now in her hand, being shaken up and prepared to be used. Positioning the nozzle against the thick mushroom head of his dick, Y/N squirted some of the cream and coated the tip. Yeosang had his hands rested flat against the mattress to keep him steady and from moving so as to not spill anything off him. When Y/N wrapped her lips around his tip, he let his head fall back onto the pillow. His eyes shut tight and teeth clenches tight as she sucked off the creamy confection of him.

"Mmmm. You taste so good babyboy."

This time Y/N coated along his balls, making two medium sized puffs on each of them. Just as she did the tip, she closed her lips over them and ate it off him, some of the whipped cream staining the tip of her nose. Even after she had cleaned him of the cream, she held one of his balls inside her mouth, tongue swirling around the underside of it while simultaneously sucking onto it. The more she applied pressure with her mouth, the more Yeosang squirmed under her, spewing out heavy breaths and low hissing noises. Letting go of his ball with a loud 'pop', she lastly drew a long strip of whipped cream all across his shaft.

"If only we could taste yourself Sangie."

As if the scene couldn't get more dirty, Y/N surprised him when she suddenly took hold of his cock with both of her hands. Yeosang widened his eyes as he watched her pump his dick, smearing the whipped cream all over him, which served as a makeshift lube so her hands slid more easily along him.

"Oh fuck- I'm not gonna-"

Yeosang couldn't even say anymore as he became a stuttering mess, thighs shaking as he felt his high fast approaching. Seeing his favorite image of Y/N's hands jerking him off, topped off with all the cream that covered most of his dick, was sending him spiraling like lighting. Wanting to make an even bigger mess of him, Y/N pressed her bare chest against his tip.

"Cum all over my tits babyboy. Make a mess all over me so I can clean it up."

Back arching and toes curling, Yeosang began spilling his thick load all over her breasts, some of it also trickling down his cream covered cock and tiny dots falling on his inner thighs. His hips furiously rutted themselves up against her hand, fucking himself even harder in an effort to ride out his high, almost as if he was in heat and not in control and his movements.

"Fuck!" He cursed out when his body finally stilled against the bed.

His upper body was just a mess as his lower half. His eyes were shot wide open, his mouth agape as he took slow and intense breaths to calm down his heartbeat, sweat was already dripping down the sides of his neck, and his chest was moving up and down due to his labored breathing. Taking a peek at how bad it was underneath him, he reddened as he caught Y/N's lustful gaze.

"My my, look what a mess you made you dirty little boy."

Taking her hands off his softening dick, Y/N ran them all over her chest, effectively covering her tits with the mixture of cream and cum that was left on them, and then running them down to her stomach. Whatever was left over, she licked it off her hands, wiping them clean before she stooped her face down once more and began cleaning up the mess all over Yeosang's lower body. Starting at his thighs, then going up to his abs, then finally ending when she began licking up all the cum and whipped cream off his dick, which was slowly but surely starting to get hard once again, returning to its full and thick size.

"Oh. Someone is excited again."

Yeosang laughed slightly.

"Can't help it. Mommy just riles me up so much." Even Yeosang found it amusing and interesting how he could become so horny so fast by even the simplest of things Y/N did to him.

"Oh is that so? Maybe I should fix the problems I caused."

Wiggling her eyebrows at him, she lined herself up on his cock, gliding the tip along her slit and even slapping it against her throbbing clit. She didn't mean to sink herself so roughly down onto him, but her pussy was aching to be filled up, and Yeosang filled her up more than nicely, his girth tearing her folds open and stretching her out so wide. She could feel every vein and ridge against her walls and it was the most delightful burn she could feel. Eyes peering down at Yeosang, she gave him a sadistic grin, not giving him time to prepare as she began bouncing herself on him. His hands came up to hold onto her hips, fingers digging so hard into her skin they would leave tiny purple prints on them for sure.

"Please mommy! T-too much!" Yeosang began crying out, his eyes becoming glassy with tears.

"Come on babyboy. You know you can take it. You're a good boy who can take me fucking myself on your cock."

Her hands rested themselves on the bed to hold her in place as she grinded her hips down onto him, his balls getting semi squished under her ass. Yeosang began to whimper rather pathetically under her body, another orgasm beginning to form in the pit of his stomach. Y/N watched his struggle with amusement.

"See babyboy? This is why your cock belongs to me and I decide what can be done with it. You have a huge cock yet don't know how to use it, I always have to fuck it for both of us, you wouldn't know what to do to get yourself off."

Yeosang scrunched his eyes, tears rolling down his temples as his body trembled violently under her.

"Y-yes mommy! I don't know-" He let out a choked moan.

"I know something you can and know how to do well Sangie."

Slowing down her pace just enough to be able to make him sit up, Y/N grabbed the back of his hair and pulled it harshly, making sure he looked into her eyes.

"Clean me up Sangie, I know you're dying to taste me."

Yeosang didn't need to be told twice as he buried his face into her chest and began nipping off the leftover cream and cum off her breasts, lewd and sloppy slurping noises being exuded out of him. He gave each of her nipples a generous suck, even biting down on them enough to leave tiny teeth marks embedded on them. Yeosang's mouth latched onto her tits while she rocked herself back and forth on his massive cock had Y/N scratching along his back.

"Oh fuck! Yeosangie I'm going to cum! Your cock is going to make me cum!" She cried out.

Taking ahold of her hips, Yeosang helped her continue to bounce on his cock as they both came at the same time, their juices mixing with one another. Drawled out moans and jabbered cusses filled the room, along with the squealching sounds of their sticky and sweaty bodies being connected. As they were coming down from their intense high, Yeosang wrapped his arms around her, holding her so close he could nearly take the breath out of her. He pressed his face against her neck, nuzzling his neck in it as he began rambling something incoherent. Kissing his birthmark, Y/N began stroking the patch of hair which she had previously yanked on.

"You ok babyboy?"

Yeosang could only groan out a response as he buried his face deeper in her neck, lips dragging themselves along the side of it, inhaling her after sex scent that he was drawn towards.

"I'm going to go run us a bath."

As soon as he felt her pulling away, Yeosang used his strength to tighten his grip around her, making her fall back onto him as he dropped down on the bed as he refused to let her go or let her pull out of him, which actually had her laughing.

"You clingy baby, how am I supposed to get us cleaned up if you refuse to let me get up?"

Shaking his head, Yeosang began to slightly purr.

"What's the point if we're going to make a mess once more?" He questioned.

"Make a mess once more? And who says we are?"

Y/N squealed when Yeosang flipped them over and placed her legs over his shoulders. Wrapping his arms around her legs and making a point to flex his biceps, Yeosang placed a kiss on one of them before smirking down at her.

"Who says we aren't?"

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weirdthinkingdragon · 4 years

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Welcome To The Family (1/???)

Yandere EraserMic household x reader

Finally decided to start writing it! I’ve never babysat in my life, so if this is incredibly wrong I’m sorry. No warnings for now. No idea how many chapters this is going to be right now, but for sure at least 3-5.

I’m on my way to babysit two new children. Well, a child and later in the day a teenager when they get back from school. It’s beyond astonishing somehow being the one selected to babysit two children of heroes. They’re adopted, but that makes it all the more strange. I can’t complain much though. They’re paying a rather large amount and asked me to keep quiet about it. I have to go there early in the morning and be there most of the day. They also warned me some days I may have to babysit them longer than others. They did also warn me a few of their students may come by to hang out with Eri for a bit.

My fist knocks on the door four times. Yamada- hopefully, I remembered who is who correctly- opens it. He lets me in with a giant and welcoming smile on his face. In the living room were the other three. Eri, and the other which must be Shinsou, look at me cautiously. Eri hides a bit behind the black-haired adult while Shinsou seems rather watchful and wary of me. I crouch down to her level but stay a bit away to introduce myself. “You must be Eri. I’ve heard a lot about you. My name’s Y/N. I hope to get along with you.” This is true, I’ve been informed by the two about what she has been through.

The black-haired man confirms with a small nod down to her as she looks up at him. Whatever that was supposed to be about, it helped make her take a step away from him and look at me more.

Aizawa- hopefully, I’m still correct- looks at the clock. “We need to go now.” the blond nods and leaves for their rather expensive-looking black car. Aizawa leaves as well. Shinsou glares at me one last time before he starts to head towards the door as well. “Don’t do anything you will regret.” He threatens and leaves too.

Eri sits on the couch still timidly staring at me. To say it felt awkward between us is an understatement. “So, Eri, would you like to show me your favorite toys? Or maybe there’s a show you really like we could watch for a while?” Like a lightswitch, her eyes light up like she was just told she could have all the candy in the world. She then takes off up the stairs for presumably her bedroom. I wait in the living room for her return. I take a moment to examine the living room better. There are hardly any pictures on the walls. There’s only one with the four of them and a bunch of teens. Must be his class. They look like a chaotic and lively bunch. The light gray couch is in the middle of the living room with a large flat screen T.V. in front of it. To the left of the couch and a little behind is a matching gray loveseat with a giant cat tree between it and the wall. Huh, so they have a cat or possibly two. Surprised they’re not in the living room. The black stand under the T.V. matches the coffee table in front of it. There’s a door straight from the main entrance I entered from. My guess is either a bathroom or the kitchen. Next to it is a flight of stairs that Eri went up. That must lead to the bedrooms. There’s another door next to the stairs. A closet maybe? Or maybe another bedroom.

Eri comes down a few minutes later with five stuffed animals in her arms. A green rabbit with matching green eyes, a brown teddy bear with beady eyes, a blue galaxy patterned fox with turquoise eyes, a yellow dog with blue eyes, and a cute tiny light gray unicorn with glittery pink eyes. It looks like her and seems like her favorite with how it seems a little worn. They’re all so adorable that I think my heart might have melted.

“Aw, what are their names?” She proudly holds them up and says their names. The one that got me was “Deku”. Doesn’t that mean useless? How would a child know that term? More importantly, how are the adults allowing her to name it that?

“Deku? Why is it named that?”

“He saved me. I wanted a stuffed animal like him!” She cheerfully says. I’m not going to question why they chose that name.

“They sound like amazing people! I can’t wait to meet them someday!” She smiles at me. It quickly becomes sad instead. “But I won’t be going to the school with them anymore…”

I try to think of how to make her feel better. Those two must be the ones her fathers warned me will come over at some point. “Well, maybe I could ask your parents if they can come over someday after school.” She enthusiastically nods.

It grows quiet between us again as she holds her stuffed animals.

I look back at the cat tree. “I see you have a cat tree. Do you know where the cat is?”

“We have three!” she cheerfully informs.

“Three? Wow! I bet they keep you safe, huh?” I question. She shrugs. “Mochi is too big to even jump on the bed.”

“Mochi? Cute name!”

“Mrow” came a sudden voice from the cat tree. There’s a box part on the floor I somehow missed earlier. A rather fat cat saunters out of it. “Mochi!” Eri cheerfully yells and goes over to it. It’s an orange tabby. She tries to pick him up and miraculously succeeds. It’s so comical I can’t help but laugh. A child carrying a cat that’s almost as big as her. She waddles over with it and places them on the couch between us. They just yawn, stretch, and lie down right where they were plopped. They roll over to show their belly. I rub the belly of it. How could I not? Once again, it doesn’t seem to care in the slightest.

“What are the names of the other two?” I ask.

“Sundae and Oreo! They’re brothers!”

“Are they as big as Mochi?” She shakes her head. “No. My dads went to buy things that feed the cats when we are not home.”

“That’s good! Maybe later we could try finding the other two and have a tea party or something.” She looked like she was nearly screaming in excitement at the news. “Only one of my dads likes to do tea parties with me.”

I smile. “Well, now you have two that do!”

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Many hours later, she decided she wanted to do the tea party. We were able to find the other two cats which were sleeping on her dads’ bed. Eri told me they were in there since I didn’t go in there out of respect. Unfortunately, I didn’t bring a dress or suit to change into for her. I’ll have to remember that for next week so I can do it when not babysitting.

Oreo and Sundae were rather difficult to settle down into chairs around the table. They’re tuxedos and an easy way to tell which is who is apparently the white eyebrows on Oreo that makes him look always angry. We just gave up when they decided to sit on the table instead of the chairs.

The tea set is a pastel green with interesting shiny gold lines decorating it. It’s a great contrast to the small dark red table it’s on in her room. She has tons of drawings with her, Shinsou, and the two adults covering her walls. There’s also a few with a green-haired and blond with her. There is nothing in the teacups as she passes one to me. “Why, thank you, Eri!” She smiles and nods. That smile needs to be protected.

It’s hard to think someone could do something so evil to such an innocent bean. I’m beyond glad she’s in a much better home now. I’ve only known her for like half a day, but if something were to happen to her, I’d kill everyone around me and then myself. She looks behind me and lights up more. “Toshi!”

I turn around to see Shinsou leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed and a glare aimed at me. How long has he been there? Man, he’s incredibly quiet. I understand why he doesn’t trust me yet. I’m still a stranger after all. It would be more concerning if he did trust me immediately. I give him an inviting smile. “Welcome, Shinsou! Why don’t you come to our tea party instead of standing there? I’m sure Eri would be more than happy to have her brother join!”

“Yes! C’mon Toshi, please?” She begs. He shakes his head. “You two go ahead. I’d rather watch for now.” He says, hardening his glare at me. Eri doesn’t seem to notice his glare and goes back to her chair. How cute though, a protective brother! She deserves nothing less.

After that, she wanted to show me her favorite show. Shinsou sits rather close to her between us. Seems a bit excessive, but whatever makes him comfortable I guess. Checking the clock above the T.V., it was almost time for me to go.

Shinsou goes to the bathroom, but something tells me he’s testing me. I mean, I didn't do anything before he came home, and wouldn’t Eri have already run to him if I did do something? Well, with the villains around you can’t be so sure.

Eri swings her feet while sitting farther up on the couch. “Are you going to come back tomorrow?”

“Of course! We still have so many things we have to do together!” I reach over and go to rub her head. She flinches so I take my hand away and think for a moment. How can I get her to trust me without any problems occurring? “Hey, Eri?” She looks at me again with trust, yet a hint of unease still in her eyes. Please don’t tell me I just royally screwed up. “How about this. I do to myself what I’m going to do to you, and you can allow it or not. Like this.” I say, and gently rub the top of my head. I bring my hand halfway to her and wait for her reply.

It takes a moment, but she gives me a small nod. I rub her head, making her give a big smile to me.

At that moment, the door opened to reveal the two men. They were tense as we locked eyes, but that went away when they noticed Eri was smiling at me.

“Welcome back you guys! Eri and I had so much fun today. She even brought me to her tea party! Your cats gave us quite a bit of trouble to involve them though.” I inform as Eri goes to hug Yamada and then Aizawa right after.

Shinsou comes into the room as well. Like a silent conversation, he gives a curt nod to Aizawa, which he returns.

Yamada smirks at me. “But what’s important is… Did ya succeed?”

I shrug. “Kind of. We got them to stay on the table instead of the chair.” He snickers. “That’s those devious two!” He looks down at Eri. “Ya must have had a lotta fun, huh? Sad to miss the party!”

I decide to leave so they get more time as a family before they have to go to bed. I don’t need to interfere with that. I wave to her as I go to the door and put on my shoes. “See you tomorrow, Eri!” She waves back, shocking the two adults. Wonder why they’re shocked about that. Maybe she doesn’t usually trust new people as fast? Well, I’ve always been pretty good with children.

I wave at the three men as well and leave excited for what tomorrow might bring.

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I have rather big plans for this story. Hopefully I keep up with it, and I promise it will get better later on.

#EraserMic household #yandere present mic #yandere eraserhead #yandere shouta aizawa #yandere hizashi yamada #yandere shinso hitoshi #yandere x reader #yandere mha x reader #welcome to the family

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years

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Into The Unknown, Part 5

First

Tim finished up pretty quickly.

After all, all the baby toys seemed to just be different variations of each other. Some crinkle, some make sounds, some squish, some… do nothing at all? Tim had no clue how he used to get by as a kid.

He ended up getting Damian three toys:

A tiny rubber duck. He’s almost completely sure that Marinette would have bought one if Tim hadn’t. At least when he was the one buying it he could opt to get the Darth Vader one (Damian had always been woefully uncultured, this was his one chance to make the kid watch sci-fi without risking getting stabbed).

A plush cow with crinkly ears. He had to hope that this could maybe jog memories of Batcow and, in turn, everything else. Tim had tried to think of something a little more relevant but all he could think of were things related to Batman, to Superboy, to the League of Assassins (did their lives really revolve around vigilante-work that much?)... and, unfortunately, this reality didn’t have merch that he could give the kid.

And a squishy plastic baguette. Because that was all he could think of to get back at Marinette for the duck thing.

When it came to little kid books he hesitated for just a bit before getting the basics -- stuff like animals and the letters and Spot The Dog. He wondered, vaguely, if he’d have to teach the kid numbers since they already used the Arabic numeral system. He got a book on it just in case.

Then he got a couple of books on parenting.

He checked out and then walked back to the sitting area where he was supposed to meet Marinette.

… she was taking forever.

He sighed quietly and skimmed through a book on parenting.

… oops they were supposed to breastfeed until Damian was about two. No clue what to do about that. Maybe the kid was already used to a bottle? He hoped so. He’d watch him more carefully while Marinette was holding him to see. In the meantime, he’d get a bottle and some formula on top of the baby food they’d been getting so far.

Alright so the kid was supposed to learn behaviors and language through observation. Good. That, hopefully, solved that problem. Tim probably would have just given the kid a textbook and said ‘good luck’. Marinette… he didn’t really know what Marinette would have done, but the woman wasn’t a teacher as far as he could tell and asking her to teach the kid properly was a little unfair.

Babies around his age are supposed to speak in something called… protowords? Like… a baby language? Damn, he has a miraculous and it seemingly allows him the power to understand every language but apparently ‘baby-speak’ didn’t count as a language. Tim called bullshit.

He felt a weight settle down on the bench next to him and absently glanced over.

Marinette sent him a slightly tired smile. She was wearing a new, dark red scarf.

He opened his mouth to say something only to have her shake her head and adjust her scarf a little to show him something.

Ah. It looked like Damian had fallen asleep on her shoulder so she’d fashioned the scarf into a makeshift baby sling.

“Could’ve used the stroller,” he whispered, setting his receipt in the book to mark his page.

She snorted. “And risk waking him? He cries every time he wakes up, I’m not dealing with that right now.”

He bit his lip. “You know… this book says he’s supposed to cry for, like, an hour to an hour and a half a day.”

She tipped her head to the side a little. “He’s cried like… three times.”

“Yeah, and he was really easy to shut up. Decidedly not normal.”

They looked back down at Damian, identical frowns on their faces.

“Does it have an explanation for why he’d be like this?” Marinette asked, her voice soft.

Tim hesitated.

“The only reasons I can think of are that he doesn’t think we’d help him if he cried or he thinks crying is something he’d be punished for. Considering how he was raised… it could be either. Or both.”

Marinette yawned as she sat back on the hotel bed. She leaned back against Tim, leaving him to bear the weight of both her and Damian.

He, to his credit, barely even blinked. He turned slowly until they were both leaning back against each other.

She tipped her head back to rest on his shoulder.

She could fall asleep like this, she thought. Propped against Tim. Damian, in her arms, watching an episode of something called True and the Rainbow Kingdom… it was nice.

Or, at least, it would be if Tim could stop that infernal tapping.

“Ugh, could you stop that? Some people actually sleep.”

He gave a tiny puff of laughter that acknowledged that he heard her but, alas, he continued typing.

She groaned a little and reached a hand behind herself to give him a tiny bap to his side.

“Hm. This may shock you, but hitting me really hasn’t helped your case.”

She huffed and twisted around to try and see over his shoulder. She’d given up on sleeping, anyway.

“What are you even doing?”

He shrugged just slightly. “Trying to figure out what to do about money.”

She nodded slowly, looking over his shoulder as he scrolled through jobs they could do with zero experience or degrees. That could sustain a family of three and pay for the daycare they would have to take Damian to. The options... weren’t great.

Damian tugged on her shirt for her attention and she looked down as he pointed at his screen with a bright smile. There was a black cat on the screen. She didn’t really know what he wanted until he kept saying ‘ma’ over and over. She nodded and said ‘cat’ in both Arabic and English, which seemed to sate him as he went back to watching… the giant green yeti monster stealing a basket of candy? What the fuck was even going on on this show? Were kids’ shows like this in her own world, too? Or was this one’s shows just especially weird?

A thought occurred to her and she looked back over at Tim.

“You exist in this world, right?”

He nodded absently and opened a tab that, despite its claim that it was an entry level job, apparently required two years of experience and a degree. He closed it quickly.

“Why don't we just mooch off of the other you?”

Tim sighed. “Because that’s illegal?”

“You’re a vigilante. I don’t think that ‘borrowing’ money from your alternate self is where you should draw the line on illegal activities.”

“I draw the line when it harms innocent people.”

She laughed at that. “He’s rich. It’s not like he’s going to miss it. Think of it as… giving the money to people who need it.”

“You’re a regular robin hood,” Tim said sarcastically.

“I know. I’m so kind,” she agreed, grinning.

There were a few moments of silence.

Then, finally, he shook his head. “Even if we could somehow do that -- which I can’t guarantee because I’m not completely sure I could guess my passwords -- the fact that we’re in Texas… he’d notice.”

She shrugged. “Then let’s move back to Gotham.”

He blinked and finally looked up from the computer. “What?”

“We don’t have much of a life here, really, so why not move?”

He considered this for a while before sighing and flopping back on the bed. “Let me see if I can even get into the account. There’s nothing to say that I even have the same social security number here...”

She nodded her understanding and laid back next to him. Damian whined a little at the sudden displacement but just ran a hand up and down his back absently until he was watching his show again, completely silent as he stared at the screen. Now the main girl was reaching into her bag for a weird orb of light that was, apparently, sentient. Was this the Dora of their world? God help their children.

Speaking of helping their children...

She picked up a parenting book to read while Tim tried to guess his otherworldly counterpart’s passwords.

Tim managed to get in.

He rested his head in his hands, cursing quietly.

She glanced over and smiled at his slightly flushed face.

“What was the password?”

He grumbled under his breath.

This only seemed to encourage her more because she started nudging his shoulder, the soft smile morphing into a cheeky grin.

He sighed and took a moment to gather himself before looking over at her. “It’s… ‘<3Richard<3graysons<3little<3brother<3’.”

“... I don’t get it.”

“Good. So you can’t tease me about it,” he said, sticking his tongue out at her.

She scoffed. “That’s not fair.”

“Totally is.”

He set the computer down beside himself and stretched his achy old bones. He’d had a baby for approximately two days now and he could already feel the bad back setting in. Tomorrow he would have gray hair.

“I’m going to look it up if you don’t tell me.”

“... he’s a celebrity,” Tim said quietly.

Her grin wavered back towards that genuine smile for just a second before spreading into an even wider grin. She reached out and pinched his cheeks. “Awwww, Tim, that’s so cute --!”

“Shut up,” he complained, batting her hands away.

She snickered. “No. I’m going to write that password on your tombstone.”

“You’re assuming I’m going to die first.”

“I have an extended lifespan. You’re only going to have that for another fifteen years. After that? Unless I’m really stupid you’re gonna die first.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m going to find out how to be immortal now. Purely to spite you.”

She snorted. “Okay. Good luck with that.”

“Thank you.”

With that, he pushed himself up with a groan. “I’m going to get him ready for bed.”

She nodded her understanding and continued with her reading.

Damian whined a little when Tim tried to take him away from where he had curled up next to Marinette but that seemed to be more because he was tired and cranky than genuine distress.

Tim was the one to bathe him. It wasn’t a bubble bath, he wasn’t eager to repeat the previous night’s mistakes, but he did give Damian the rubber duck. This seemed to work for all of them, since Damian now allowed them to take him out of the bath as long as he got to bring his duck.

Marinette grinned when she looked over at where Damian was chewing on his rubber duck as Tim struggled to click the annoyingly difficult buttons of the onesie into place.

“Told you he would love it.”

“We both know that wasn’t why you wanted to get it.”

“And we both know you didn’t get that squishy bread-thing just because you thought he would like it, either.”

He smiled. “Maaaaaybe.”

The onesie finally allowed itself to be buttoned and Tim picked Damian up so he could get into bed.

Marinette frowned. “This book says we shouldn’t let him sleep with us every night. Says it creates a bad habit that’s hard to break.”

Tim raised an eyebrow at her but, reluctantly, carried the kid over to the crib so they could sleep separately.

“Fine. But I’m going to sleep before him so I don’t stress out all night.”

She snickered. “Fine. Fine.”

He climbed into bed, set a pillow between them, and promptly dozed off before he could get woken up by Damian whimpering through the night.

… Tim woke up a few hours later -- his body wasn’t quite used to sleeping through nights just yet -- to find that Marinette had brought the kid into bed with them again.

He smiled a little and moved the pillow out from between them. Even if Damian was currently too trapped in Marinette’s arms to even reach it, it was best to make sure it couldn’t happen.

Damian whimpered a little in his sleep again and Tim tipped his head to the side. He reached over and gently combed his fingers through the fuzzy little tufts of hair that the kid had so far. Damian relaxed.

Tim sighed and shifted in the bed until he was closer to Damian, then maneuvered through Marinette’s mess of limbs to press a tiny kiss to the top of his head. The baby smiled in his sleep and, though the kid couldn’t see it, he returned the smile. He rested an arm around the kid as well in hopes that it would keep the kid feeling safe before allowing himself to drift off.

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#into the unknown #maribat #tim drake #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #red robin #timari #timmari #shutterbug #timinette

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snowstark · 3 years

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Pretty Things [teenker].

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requested by @alignallofthelights!

Prompt: Omega!Peter and Omega!Harley both go into heat at the same time, Alpha!Tony knots them through it, they alternate between knottings and both Peter and Harley are impatient for their respective turns. They use a knotting dildo while they wait, but nothing fills them quite like Tony's knot. Bonus points if Peter and Harley argue with each other while Tony knots the other (“it's always your turn,” “why do you go first”) and one uses the others heat scent to make Tony re-knot while his knot is deflating, etc. making the other omega have to wait longer for their turn with Tony.

AKA Peter and Harley both want to get railed into a new dimension by Tony.

When Tony stepped into the house, he was met with the sweet scent of omega slick—no, two scents, lingering in the air, sharp and tangy and just right. He set his grocery bags down, tilting his head, and chuckled when he heard pitiful whimpering noises coming from their bedroom, just like music to his ears, his sweet, precious omegas.

He headed straight for the room, opened the door quietly, and inhaled sharply at the sight before him.

The boys had made their nest, not overly extravagant, having each other was enough. They’d stripped off their clothes, probably because it’d been too hot for them, and the clothes lay in a messy pile on the floor next to the bed. There were four thick blankets surrounding them in a soft pile, pretty shades of blue and green and pink and yellow that Tony had bought for his good boys, and a few of Tony’s t-shirts and hoodies, and each of their stuffies—a white bear for Peter, a brown one for Harley.

Fucking precious.

And it would be absolutely wholesome, except for the fact that they were both clearly in heat, panting and crying and desperate and needy.

Harley was the first to spot him, and he made a pitiful little noise in his throat, quiet, but it was loud enough to catch Peter’s attention. The other boy turned his gaze too, following Harley, and his eyes widened pitifully at the sight of Tony standing at the door.

Tony stepped inside, not bothering to close the door behind him, and pulled his tie free before shrugging off his suit jacket. He undid the cufflinks, making the two omegas whimper—Tony recalled with a smile how they’d once told him that him taking off his cufflinks killed them, that was how hot it was—and then rolled up his shirt sleeves.

“How long have you been like this, hm, poor things?” Tony crooned, shifting onto the bed.

Both boys instinctively scrambled over to him, practically toppling over each other like little pups, making him smile.

“Looks like a bit, huh?” he murmured, opening his arms and letting them snuggle close. “Sweet things. Alpha’s here now. He’ll take care of you.”

Peter let out a small mewl at that, then tipped his head up, exposing his neck hungrily and desperately enough to make Tony’s mouth water. “Please,” the boy whimpered, trying to press closer and accidentally shifting Harley back. “Need your knot, please, Alpha—”

“Me too!” Harley whined, brow furrowing in what looked like anguish. “Me too, Alpha, please—”

God, they were going to kill him.

Tony let out a small growl, then let his lips latch onto Peter’s neck, sucking and licking, and while he did, he threaded his fingers through Harley’s hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck too. He gave Peter one last hot stripe of his tongue before moving to Harley, relishing in his panting and whining, just as pretty as Peter’s noises had been.

“Alpha, alpha,” Harley panted, and the sweet, tantalizing scent grew stronger. When Tony pulled back, he followed helplessly, eyes half-lidded and already dazed.

With a crooning noise, Tony gently pushed the middle of his chest with a hand to tip him backwards, onto his back, lips twitching with amusement when Peter followed suit immediately, eyes flashing with need and a bit of possessiveness. Tony didn’t mind; he always did like it when his boys got riled up like this.

“Where to start…” he drawled, letting his fingers ghost over the boys’ chests, making them whimper and keen. “Hm.” He let his eyes wander throughout the room and rest on the box of toys they kept for easy access, and then nodded, satisfied. He pulled away from them to head over to the corner of the room to fish out the toys that had popped into his mind, ignoring the needy noises of protests that Harley and Peter made at his disappearance.

Once he’d found everything he needed, Tony shifted back onto the bed, holding up each toy for a few moments so that they could see what he had planned.

“Get on with it then,” Harley begged, eyes flashing with what was almost defiance, and his scent was tinged with desperate eagerness that contradicted his tone and words. “C’mon, we—been waiting all day, please, c’mon, you’re so slow.”

Oh, and there it was, Tony noted with delight. The feistiness, the brattiness, it had so much potential. It was always nice to be able to knock Harley back into his place, make him reel from being smacked him into submission, make him cry big fat tears and apologize and say, yes, Alpha, ‘m sorry, Alpha, pleasepleaseplease—

“We’ll start,” Tony agreed with a shark-like grin. He picked up the handcuffs—he preferred rope, that was no secret, but this was easier for what he had planned—and gestured for Harley to give him his wrists.

The omega eagerly obeyed and Peter whimpered with jealousy as Tony clicked them into place before hooking them onto the headboard.

“Oh, don’t cry, baby boy,” Tony crooned at Peter, letting his fingers brush over Peter’s cheek in what was supposed to be a comforting gesture. “I’m taking care of you first.”

“What?” Harley gasped in outrage, and Tony chuckled. “But—”

“Oh, yes, I know you’re the one who’s cuffed.” Tony pinched his nipple, making him yelp. Good omega. “That’s ‘cause we all know you can’t keep your hands to yourself, darling boy. Now, you stop yapping and I’ll take care of Petey-pie before moving on to you.”

Peter’s eyelashes fluttered as Tony moved to sit between his knees, ignoring Harley’s whine of complaint, though he took mercy and stroked his fingers on the inside of his thigh, just enough to soothe him.

Tony bent down and kissed the inside of Peter’s thigh, making the omega gasp. He chuckled lowly, rumbling in his chest, and licked a hot, wet stripe up to his balls. “Tell your Alpha what you want, baby,” he murmured, “and Alpha will give it to you.”

“I-I—” Peter whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut. His curls were already in a sweaty mess over his forehead and Tony reached up to push them back. “W-Want you to—please—” His hips lifted off of the bed instinctively, and Tony chuckled again, pushing them down firmly.

“Alpha can’t do anything ‘till you tell him, omega.” That was bullshit, and they all knew that, but hey, it was a game, and Tony was in charge, so there.

“Eat me out,” Peter begged, face flushing shyly at the words, his eyes still squeezed shut tight. “Please, Alpha, ‘s been so long, need you s-so bad—”

“Shhh.” Tony pressed a kiss to his hip, then patted it. “Go on, then. Turn over. Since you asked so nicely. So pretty, baby.”

Peter flopped over immediately, raising his ass in a desperate offering, already making the prettiest keening noises Tony had ever heard and he hadn’t even started.

Good omega.

Tony bent his head, feeling Harley’s gaze burning into the side of his head, and licked up in one wet motion. The sweet taste of Peter and his slick flooded his mouth and he growled before going in for more, brain going white and fuzzy with omega, mine, my omega.

He growled and nipped at Peter’s cheek, making him whimper, and flattened his tongue to drag more wet stripes in his cleft. Peter’s hole fluttered with each mewl he gave, which only urged him on more, making him slip his tongue in to fuck him with it, a teasing precedent for what was soon to come. Wet noises filled the room, punctuated by Peter’s gasps and breathy moans and Tony’s chuckles against his skin.

Harley whimpered, the scent of his slick flooding Tony’s senses, and he grinned against Peter’s ass. He pulled back, wiped his chin on the back of his hand, and let a finger sink into Peter’s hole. It gave way easily, and Peter moaned, loud, pushing back against the finger.

“O-Oh—oh, god.”

“Feels good?” Tony murmured, shooting Harley a sly glance, smirking when the omega looked absolutely fucking wrecked and devastated. “You’re a good boy, Peter. You deserve Alpha’s knot. Don’t. You?” He punctuated his words with two fingers now, squelching in the wetness.

“Y-Yes!” Peter cried out, back arching in desperation. “Ohmygod, yes, Alpha, I-I—”

Tony leaned close and took one last lick around his fingers, then pulled back, grinning at how dazed Peter was now, and slid a hand through his sweaty curls. “You taste like fucking candy, omega.” He waited, but when he got no response, he gave the boy a crisp, light smack on his cheek, making his eyes roll into his head. Tony’s lips twitched with amusement. “Say thank you. Use your manners. Alpha rewards good boys.”

“T-Thank—Thank you,” Peter gasped, squirming. “‘s— please— more—”

“Oh, you want more?” Tony cooed. “Not enough? Greedy.” He pinched his thigh. “My greedy, needy omega. So filthy, you’re an absolute mess and I haven’t even played with you properly. You sure you want more?”

“Yes, please! Pleasepleaseplease—”

“Alpha!” Harley cried out, clearly unable to hold back. He was trembling in his restraints, and Tony took mercy on him and ran a hand down his chest.

“Yes, omega?” he drawled.

Harley stared at him with wet eyes. “I… I…”

“Yes?” Tony grinned.

Peter mewled next to him, and Harley blubbered, “Please, I—can I—can you please eat me out, please, I’ll be so good, I-I—” He broke off with a gasp, eyelashes growing heavy with tears.

“Oh, look at these crocodile tears,” Tony crooned, flicking some away with his thumb. He pinched Peter’s hip. “What do you think, baby boy? You think Harley deserves some fun now? Think he can behave? Be as good and sweet as you?”

Harley gasped again. “Please—”

“Didn’t ask you,” Tony told Harley mildly, making him whimper. “Peter?” He patted his hip.

Peter bit his lip, eyes squeezing shut tightly, looking torn between yes, he deserves it and no please, give me more, I deserve it. Eventually, though, like the good, sweet omega he was, the boy gasped, “Yes. Yes, Alpha, he— yes.”

“Mmm.” Tony reached up slowly and unhooked Harley from the cuffs, hearing the hitch in his breath. “Go on, then, Harley. You heard him. Flip over. Or are you gonna make me do all the work?”

“N-No, Alpha,” Harley stammered, hastily flopping over. “I want—”

“Oh, I know what you want.” Tony dragged his nails across his ass, making him gasp, and he watched in admiration as four pink lines bloomed across his ass cheek. “And I’m gonna give it to you, as long as you keep that damn mouth of yours shut. No sass, Harley.”

“No,” Harley agreed breathlessly. “N-No, no sass, promise, Alpha, promise.”

“Good,” Tony growled, and then spread his cheeks to bury his tongue, drawing flat, wet stripes across his pucker.

Harley moaned obscenely loud—a sharp contrast from Peter’s little whimpers and cries—and wriggled, squirming against the bed, back arching as Tony ruthlessly licked and kissed. He let his eyes flutter shut—my omega—and time passed.

Time passed as he indulged himself in the sweet scent and taste of his omega, taking over his entire goddamn world until the sound of Peter’s high-pitched crying and whining yanked him back out. Tony pulled back and cooed at the tear tracks on Peter’s face. “Poor thing,” he murmured. “You always look so pretty when you cry. Unlike this one—” He cracked a hand down on Harley’s ass, making him yelp “—who brats too much to look that angelic. Petey-pie’s an absolute angel, isn’t he, Harley, hm?” His tone made it clear that there was only one right answer to his question.

Fortunately for Harley, he seemed to be feeling smart enough—or maybe he was just too needy to even come up with a smartass answer. He nodded, panting, “Yes, yes, Alpha, he is, he’s pretty, he’s—”

“Mm, he is. Now, let’s see.” Tony drew back, allowing Harley to flip back over onto his back. Far too aware of their hungry gazes, he smirked, and pulled back to finally free his cock from his pants.

It was like a Pavlovian effect, the way Harley and Peter both perked up, eyes widening, and Peter licked his lips. God, Tony could see that they were aching for it; they had to be. It went straight to his cock, making it twitch. My omegas.

This was always the hardest part, choosing who got his knot first, choosing who would cry and whine and pout while waiting for his turn. He picked up the dildo he’d brought with him, one that had an inflatable knot, and held it up. “Volunteers?” he teased.

It was almost endearing how Harley and Peter both scowled in response.

Tony hummed, then gestured for Harley to flip over. The boy obeyed, albeit a bit reluctantly, and Tony grabbed the bottle of lube next to him. The cap opened with a snick and he coated the toy liberally with it. Harley glanced back and let out a small whine. “How come you always go first?” he complained, glaring at Peter.

Peter’s cheeks turned rosy, and the scent of his heat and desperation spiked, involuntarily, probably, making Harley scowl even more. Tony’s dick twitched again when he realized that they were literally fighting over who got his knot first. And if that wasn’t the biggest fucking turn-on for him, ever, he didn’t know what was.

“‘s not fair!” Harley whined, wriggling back like he was trying to reach Tony before Peter could. “Alpha, it’s—”

Tony clicked his tongue. “Shhh,” he murmured, and let the tip of the toy nudge against his entrance, pushing slightly. The head slipped in, and Harley groaned. Tony’s mouth went dry from lust; his omegas were so fucking tight, god, they were going to kill him. He slowly worked it in; Harley hadn’t really even needed the lube, but Tony knew that he liked it wet. “This isn’t a punishment, omega. You’re good. You’re very good. Alpha just wants to see you be patient.” God knew Harley could learn it, along with some manners. “Now let me give you what you need.”

Tony pushed the toy inside in one smooth motion and Harley keened, all thoughts of complaining gone by the sensation, back arching as he pushed back. Tony teased him with it a bit, then made sure it was fully seated inside him before grabbing Peter by his hips and dragging him close.

The omega yelped in surprise, but his legs fell open instinctively, making Tony grin. He yanked off the rest of his clothes quickly, then pushed two of his fingers against Peter’s hole. He pulled back to suck his fingers, making Peter flush red, and then worked them in.

Peter was still tight, even though he was in heat. Tighter than Harley, who could take his knot like a champ. Maybe that was why Tony was letting Peter have his knot first; he wanted to see some pretty tears trickling down a pretty face.

Peter gasped in complaint when he pulled his fingers out, but Tony quickly fixed the issue by letting his fingers press against Peter’s tongue, silencing any gulps. He pushed down just hard enough to elicit a gag, and didn’t let up, holding him there as he let the tip of his cock rub between Peter’s cheeks.

“You need it?” he crooned, and both Harley and Peter whined. “Shh, omega. You’ll get it. You know, you’re so fucking tight, I really do need to prepare you. Can’t hurt my pretty things, now can I?” He pulled his fingers out and placed a hand on Peter’s hip, holding him steady as let the head of his cock slip in slowly. Peter groaned, scrabbling to grab onto the bed, and Tony had to bite back a moan of his own as Peter clenched around him, tight and wet and silky.

My omega. He growled, and pinched Peter’s hip. “You’re so tight, omega, how do you expect me to give you my knot when you can’t even take in the tip of my cock, hm?” He pushed in slowly, making Peter wordlessly mewl again, and after a few moments, began to let his hips snap up.

He’d intended to go slow, but Peter was abso-fucking-lutely irresistible. Peter pushed back against him like the good boy he was, and Tony bit his lip to stop the flood of cursing that threatened to escape. He crooned, stroking a hand down his spine. “God, look at’chu,” he breathed, “you’re so fucking pretty, Petey. So gorgeous, lookin’ so damn pretty, impaled on your Alpha’s cock, begging for it, crying for it, you’re fucking perfection, a fucking masterpiece.”

Peter shivered, eyes squeezing shut tightly, and he whimpered, but it was a good kind, Tony knew that. Peter had the biggest praise kink out of all the omegas he’d met throughout his life, and Tony knew that he’d basically just drop-kicked him into submission with those words.

Harley let out a low moan. “A-Alpha, Tony, w-what ‘bout—”

“Shhh,” Tony hushed him, smirking when Harley moaned miserably again. He let his hips begin to work, and the sound of skin against skin filled the room for a few moments, punctuated by Peter’s gasps and keening whimpers until Tony reached over to place a hand over the end of the dildo, pushing it in.

Harley wailed.

Tony inflated the knot effortlessly, watching as shudders wracked Harley’s body. “Feels good?” he demanded breathlessly. “Tell me how good it feels. Now.”

“S-So good!” Harley gasped, groaning. “Good, ‘s full, not— not full ‘nough, please, Alpha, please, I n-need—”

He was interrupted by a high-pitched mewl from Peter as Tony let his hips snap up hard enough for his balls to smack against his ass, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“What do you need?” Tony gritted out, even though he already knew the answer. “I’ve filled your hole, I’m filling this one’s—fuck—so what do you—”

“Y-You!” Harley wailed, clenching around the dildo. “‘s not enough, please! N-Not full enough, ‘s not—”

The words went straight to Tony’s dick and he groaned, hips picking up their speed until he could feel it coming, he—oh, fuck—he came right in Peter without a warning with a grunt, and felt his knot begin to swell. Peter mewled, face etched with pure gratification and eyes shining with gratefulness as he looked up at Tony through half-lidded eyes.

“You need what he has, don’t you?” Tony growled as his knot finished growing. “Need to grow fuller, omega? A little toy’s not enough, is it? You need my knot, not a fake one?”

“Y-Yes!” Harley sobbed. “‘s not—please—”

“Oh, you poor thing.” Tony looked down and traced a finger delicately over the rim of Peter’s hole, stretched around his knot, making him whimper. “It’s almost your turn, shhh. No need for those crocodile tears, sweetheart.”

“N-Not—” Harley gasped, and Tony interrupted him.

“Yes, they are,” he said sternly. Harley cried. Despite his words, he felt a flash of sympathy for the omega, so he reached over and began to fuck him in earnest with the dildo, still inflated with the knot, making Harley’s eyes roll into the back of his head. “See, omega? I’m being nice to you. Gonna make you come. This one—” he cracked a hand down on Peter’s hip, enjoying the gasp he got in response “—hasn’t even been allowed to come yet; he’s been so busy enjoying my knot. You’re getting something he doesn’t have yet, and you should be grateful for it.”

“O-Oh, god—” Harley flailed, trying to grab onto something, to— to—

Tony paid him no mind, just fucking him earnestly until Harley’s body went taut. Reaching down, Tony gripped his cock and gave it a long, lazy stroke, still pumping the dildo, then watched in satisfaction as Harley wailed and came, his entire body shuddering from the force of it. Strings of white coated his hand and the sheets, and Tony pushed the knot in deep, knowing that nothing would be worse than if he chose to pull it out. That would just be pure torture, and he wasn’t that mean.

When Harley was done gasping and writhing, Tony lifted his hand to his mouth, drawling, “Made a mess everywhere, my sweet brat. What should we do about that, hm?”

Harley wordlessly shuddered and leaned forward, his tongue poking out to lap at Tony’s hand. Tony rumbled in his chest, pleased, and he didn’t take his eyes off of Harley until Peter whined.

He looked down, realizing that his knot was going down now, and Peter was trying to push back, clenching tight around him like he was trying to hold onto it, and it went straight to Tony’s head and dick. He swore and pulled out before Peter could convince him to fuck him senseless, wincing at the cry that Peter let out. “P-Please! Not yet, n-need more—”

Tony stroked a hand through his curls and murmured, “Shhh, it’s okay. You feeling empty, hm? You need me to help you?”

Harley made a little noise of disbelief and betrayal. “B-But—”

Tony clamped a hand over his nose and mouth, making his eyes roll into the back of his head, then released him, smirking when Harley fell silent. He reached behind him to pick up another knotting dildo, and Harley watched with wide eyes as he lubed it up and let it nudge against Peter’s entrance.

Peter cried in complaint, but Tony let it smoothly slip in, and inflated the knot again. “See?” he murmured, already shifting over to Harley as his cock began to harden again, eager at the scent of Harley’s desperation and neediness. “Alpha takes care of his pretty things.”

“N-Not ‘nough,” Peter cried, making Harley scowl before Tony wiped it off by deflating the knot and pulling the dildo out of him. He groaned.

“It is enough,” Tony told him as he moved between Harley’s legs. “You had your turn, and now it’s Harley’s.”

His pretty things were going to be the death of him, he thought as he let the tip of his cock slip in. Harley fluttered around him, and Tony let him adjust for a few moments, marvelling at how tight he was despite the fake knot he’d taken, before letting his hips begin to cant up, dragging desperate, almost pained noises from Harley. It wasn’t long before Harley pulled his knot from him, locking them in place.

“S-So good,” Harley gasped, clenching tight around Tony. “N-Needed you, Alpha, hnnngh.”

Tony rewarded him with a gentle stroke of his hand down his side, silently praising him.

Peter was whimpering breathily next to them, watching through half-lidded eyes and sweaty curls that fell across his forehead, and Tony reached over to push them back, then let two of his fingers slip into Peter’s mouth. He watched in rapt fascination as Peter suckled desperately, and didn’t pull them out even when he felt his knot begin to go down, not even when Peter came untouched from the feeling of the knot in his ass and his fingers in Peter’s mouth, filling him up in both ends just the way he needed.

Tony exhaled shakily as his knot fully went down, and Harley made a disappointed noise. Peter’s eyes snapped open, like he knew it was his turn again, and Tony chuckled. “M-Me?” Peter asked breathlessly, looking so fucking adorable. “‘s my turn, Alpha?” A sweet scent filled the room as Peter made a pleased, eager noise in the back of his throat.

Tony opened his mouth to reply that yes, it was Peter’s turn now, when Harley groaned in protest, like he was saying, already?

Tony looked down, ready to reprimand him, when Peter’s heat scent practically overpowered his senses, making him snarl a curse before he gripped Harley’s hips tight, fucking into him again. The feeling of wet and tight and mine blinded him.

Harley let a triumphant, pleased noise, and Tony saw white as he came again, knot growing again already.

Peter cried out in protest. “It was my turn!”

“And I got his knot,” Harley crowed, though his voice was raspy and equally as breathless. His body was wracked with shudders from the bone-melting pleasure of winning Tony’s knot again, and the scent of Peter’s distress and desperation wafted through the air. “F-Feels so good, thank you, Alpha, so big ‘n full ‘n perfect, o-oh—”

Peter cried out, and even through his daze Tony could see him clenching around the knotted dildo in his ass. “H-Hurts,” he sobbed. “N-Need, please—”

Harley growled.

“Boys,” Tony panted, voice full of censure, “no fighting. Play nice.”

Harley and Peter both made offended noises and he barked out a laugh.

Tony stroked Peter’s hair in consolation and let him fuck his hand, which he held in a loose ‘o,’ and indulged him with another orgasm.

When his knot went down again, he cracked a hand down on Harley’s ass as a silent reprimand for being greedy. Then, he pulled out slowly, watching the fluttering hole clenching around his cock, trying to hold on, and he gently soothed a hand down Harley’s back.

“Shh,” he murmured, though even he didn’t know who he was talking to. Both of them, probably. “Shhh. Let Alpha take care of you.” He shifted off the bed and crouched to open the mini fridge they had in the room, pulling out a bottle of water.

It was ice-cold, a sharp contrast to the warm bodies he’d been stroking and touching, but his hands didn’t shake as he twisted the cap open and carelessly tossed it onto the nightstand. He urged the boys to flip over with gentle touches and crooning words in a sing-song voice, then pressed the opening of the bottle to Peter’s lips first.

“A-Al—”

“Shhh,” Tony soothed again, gently tipping the bottle back, letting the water flow into Peter’s mouth. The omega spluttered at first, then began to thirstily gulp it down, encouraged by Tony’s petting and stroking.

Tony pulled it back once Peter had had half the bottle, then tipped Harley’s chin up and let him drink too. “Feels good, huh?” he murmured, watching Harley wordlessly gulp it down. “Good boys, both so good for me, so needy, so hungry, so sweet.”

Peter whimpered at the words, and the smell of more fresh slick made Tony’s mouth water. “Should probably make you eat something,” he murmured, crushing the now empty bottle effortlessly and tossing it to the floor. “Gotta keep your energy up.”

He reached into the fridge and pulled out some fresh strawberries, chuckling when they whined in protest. “Shh. It’ll be quick. Be good for Alpha.”

They both nodded, peering up at him through half-lidded eyes, and Tony blinked when he saw absolute, pure adoration in them.

His pretty things were so fucking perfect, and he was going to have the best time of his life helping them through their heats.

#starker #teenker #keenker #parkner #ironspider #tony/peter/harley #my fics #i hope you enjoy! <3 #it was my first time writing an a/b/o fic; i hope i did it justice <3 xx

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Children's Game (a RushBit one shot)

Pairing: Javier Peña x ofc//f!reader with name.

Summary: Javi and you go to the county fair... that's basically it.

Word count: +1.9k

Chapter warnings: Javi and Flor being DORKS and mentions of guns

A/N: This is canon RushBit after the main story, and part of the Writer Wednesday challenge by @autumnleaves1991-blog, thank you baby, you gave me an excuse to post this before of when i was intending lmao

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“Why are we here again?” Javier asked once you hopped off the truck, you chuckled and he reached to grab your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours, sending a bit of an electric rush through your body. Incredible how he could do that after so long.

“We promised Chucho we would get him some churros,” you reminded him, and he sighed, guiding you to the entrance.

“You know he can make them, right?” he half rethorized half whined as he paid for two tickets and you laughed at him.

“Yeah, but he likes the ones here, why do you have to be such a baby about it?” you teased and he tugged your hand to move you closer to him.

“Call me baby one more time,” he whispered on your cheek.

“What are you gonna do?” you replied, giving him a daring glance and enjoying how his neck, despite the sun setting behind him, was reddening slowly. Javier huffed and started walking inside “that’s more like it.” you teased again, making him chuckle.

The county fair was roaring with people, you two could barely walk two steps without bumping into someone and you could see on Javier’s face how he was hating it.

“Just an hour, babe,” you muttered next to him, gripping his hand tighter, and he nodded twice to let you know he heard it.

You walked a bit more; you were enjoying the way the lights looked like little warm stars, the different kind of music that was playing on each game made your ears a bit ringy but for you it was tolerable.

He saw you eye out the Ferris wheel and noticed the way you sighed at the sight of the big attraction, he wanted to ask if you wanted to get up but his head was starting to pound and he knew the height wouldn't do any good to either of you.

Javier let out a relieved sigh when you got to the churros and funnel cake stand, and you kissed his cheek when you found a spot at the end of the line.

“I want cotton candy,” you thought out loud when you saw a man walking around with a large pole filled with already made and bagged cotton candy, you turned to him “you want one?” Javier looked at you and narrowed his eyes at you and shook his head “‘kay, but I won’t give you from mine” you told him, knowing he would try to eat from yours as his sweet tooth was apparently, uncontrollable, rummaging in your jean’s pocket for some change and sliding your hand off the entanglement with his.

Javier saw you walking to the cotton candy man and absentmindedly smiled at how you managed yourself around. All security and confidence.

As the line got shorter he kept looking at you, talking a bit with the man and then choosing a cotton candy bigger than your head, Javier chuckled when the man helped you open the bag and you almost dropped it on the floor, which made you bark a laugh and smile at the seller.

You turned around and walked to him, smiling like a little girl with your big ass cotton candy in hand, pinching little pieces out with your fingers and shoving them inside your mouth.

“Your tongue is getting stained already,” he said and you giggled, Javier raised his hand to pinch a bit of the fluff and you furrowed your brown.

“No, no,” you moved it to the side and out of his reach “I asked you if you wanted one,” Javier rolled his eyes and stepped closer to you.

“I’ll buy you a funnel cake,” he tried to bargain. You shook your head.

“I don’t want a funnel cake,” you replied and made him sigh.

“Why are you so stubborn?” he muttered on your face, the line kept moving and you with it.

“I’m not stubborn,” you said, he smirked and threw his head to the side “well maybe I am, but is my cotton candy.”

Javier chuckled again and threw his hands to the air, defeated. Your turn came and he asked for two bags of churros and a large funnel cake to-go.

He paid and grabbed your hand to walk to the exit, the path on the way out was less crowded and you two actually got to see some of the attractions, laughing at the screams of the children that enjoyed the rides and at the laughters of teenagers wasting their money away on the games.

You stood straighter when you saw a shooting game and tugged at his hand, letting the last piece of aired sugar you had bitten off the cotton candy melt in your mouth.

“What?” Javier looked at you, puzzle faced.

“Shooting game! Let’s go win Pepe a stuffed animal,” you didn’t wait for his reply and pulled him to start walking towards the game stand.

“He is a stuffed animal,” Javier let out as a comeback and you just chuckled at it “baby he has more than enough toys, you have him spoiled.”

You turned around to look at him and he just rolled his eyes.

“If he has more than enough toys then why does he keep chewing on your boots?” Javier didn’t reply, knowing you were right “besides I think he needs one.”

“He doesn’t,” he tried to reason as you let his hand go, handed him your half eaten cotton candy and went to his back pocket to pull his wallet out.

“He does” you said and he saw you take a couple dollars out of it and go to return the leather square to its designated spot in his jeans, he smiled and cringed a bit when you first rubbed his butt over the denim, looking at you smiling teasingly and winking at him.

“Tease,” he accused and you chuckled, grabbing back the paper stick with the severely shrunk cotton candy, walking to the kid that was tending the game.

“Hi, how many tries for a turn?” you asked him and he smiled at you both and his green gaze lingered a bit on Javier.

“Five pellets for turn, ma’am, a dollar each one.” he answered with his toothy smile and you paid him.

“Only one, keep the change,” you told him and if it was possible, he widened his smile.

“Appreciate it ma’am,” he pulled a little box and started counting pellets “I’m sorry, sir?” he addressed Javier, a bit fidgety, you could tell he was nervous without the need to read him, Javier nodded his chin to him “yo-you’re Javier Peña, right?” the kid asked and Javier stiffened next to you, nodding again, the kid smiled again, handing him the pellets, Javier opened his hand and the kid let them fall on his open palm “we’re learning about the drug war in school, there’s a picture of you and your partner on my book,” he mumbled and you heard Javier sighing next to you “you’re awesome, sir, thank you.”

You turned to look at Javier and saw him smile softly to the kid and nodding again to him.

“Rifle six is free,” the kid looked back at you, pointing at the last one “you shot at three bottles and you choose any stuffed animal you want.”

“Thanks, love,” you said and walked along the short bar where old rifles were stuck and pointing to a variety of glass bottles laid up on several shelves, “didn’t think they would be teaching about it so soon,” you commented as you reached rifle six.

“It’s been three years, they’re moving fast.” he mumbled and said nothing more, there was a younger kid and a woman on each side of the shelves, you grabbed the bag of treats from Javier’s hand and gestured to the rifle with the cotton candy “go on, big guy” you teased.

“You want me to do it?” he asked, a fake tired expression on his face, you nodded and pushed his arm a bit towards the gun “Flor…”

“Don’t even start,” you scolded at the sound of your nickname “go”

He rolled his eyes and loaded the rifle with the first pellet, moving it to the side. You saw his shoulders rise and then he took a shot, sending it between two bottles.

His shoulders dropped and without looking back at you he loaded it again, you pressed your lips together at the sight of him doing the same, a little bit to the right and taking a shot again, failing.

You snorted and he turned to frown at you.

“Steve was right,” you covered your mouth with the back of your hand and he put his hands on his waist “you a lousy shot,” you said between laughs.

“It’s a children’s game!” he complained.

“Is it?” you teased.

“You think you can do better?” he dared and you shot up your brows.

“I know I can,” you replied, handing him the bag and the last of the candy, which he took with the same hand and then gave you the last three pellets.

You saw him taking a bite of the candy behind you and rolled your eyes as you loaded the gun.

You crouched a bit so the rifle’s stock could be supported on your shoulder and moved it a bit to the left, you breathed in and taking the shot you let the air out, hitting a bottle right in the middle.

“I told you!” you yelled at Javier, turning to see him, he smiled at you and nodded to it.

“Two more,” he said, and pointed to one on the upper right corner with the hand that held the candy “shot that one, the blue one,” he dared and you nodded, turning back to the gun.

You loaded the gun again and noticed the way the rear sight was slightly tilted and so you pointed the front sight to the bottle, repeated the breath in and shot as the air left your lungs, smashing the blue bottle in several pieces. Javier let out a laugh behind you and you turned around with your lower lip between your teeth, trying to commit the sound to memory.

There weren't many things that made Javier laugh as there were many that made him smile. In the years you’ve been together you could count on both hands the moment you had actually heard him laugh out loud. The sound was rough and smokey, like his voice but different from his chuckles, and sometimes he ended up coughing a bit because of the years he spent smoking, but it was something that filled you chest and brain and body with a happiness you thought you would never be feeling. It was one of your favorite noises in the world.

“Last one,” you announced as he finished the cotton candy “pick your shot, señor,” Javier narrowed his eyes at the bunch of settled bottles and found one of a beer he liked right in the middle, he pointed at it and you widened your smile “aye aye captain.”

You loaded the gun and moved it, waited for the kid to replace one of the smashed bottles and breathed in and out, shooting and hitting the neck of the bottle, breaking only the top part. You gasped and covered your mouth, turning to look at Javier. He had his mouth half opened and his eyebrows raised. You wanted to laugh at his expression and at the way his mouth was slightly stained from the cotton candy.

“Ma’am,” the kid called you and you turned to look at him “pick your stuffie,” you chuckled and pointed at a yellow tiger.

The woman grabbed a pole and took it down, handing it to you.

“Thanks” you smiled at her and put the stuffed animal behind your arm, stepping to Javier.

“Well done, baby.” he took your free hand and tugged you to kiss your cheek.

“Still think it’s a children’s game?”

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frxggie · 4 years

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babysitting with bakugou!

Hi! My friend and @txdoroki requested this :D

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“Tch. What do you mean you got saddled with babysitting duty? We were supposed to hang out today.” an annoyed Bakugou snapped at you from over the phone.

“I’m sorry! Izuku was supposed to be babysitting her but something came up for him. Can’t you just help me or something? We don’t have to cancel.”

“Fine. Same time we agreed on?”

“Yeah. See you soon.”

You hung up on him and shook your head. Your boyfriend had never liked kids. You were annoyed that you had been roped into babysitting Eri but how could you say no? Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock at your dorm room door. You opened it to fins Aizawa and Eri standing there.

“Hi Y/n. Are you ready to babysit Eri?” he said, poking his head into your dorm to make sure that it was appropriate for Eri.

“Yeah! Come in.” you said, motioning them in.

Aizawa put a bag down on your bed.

“Everything Eri needs is gonna be in here. Be careful with her. If anything happens to her I won’t hesitate to expel you.”

“Yes sir.” you said, knowing full well he meant every word of what he just said.

“Any questions?” he asked.

“Yeah, is it alright if Katsuki comes over?”

“I don’t care as long as no one gets hurt.”

“Okay. Thank you!”

“Mhm. Bye.” And with that, he promptly left you and Eri alone in your dorm.

“Hi Y/n!” Eri smiled at you brightly.

“Hi Eri! What do you want to do first?”

“W-Well, I actually need some help with my homework. Can you help me with my homework?”

“Ye-”

You were cut off by the door opening and Bakugou walking in with his usual angry demeanor. But he was also holding 3 candy apples and had a large bad slung over his shoulder.

“Sorry I’m late. I had to run to the store to get these.” he said, handing one to Eri and one to you.

Eri gasped excitedly. “Thank you Bakugou!”

“Mhm.” he said, trying to hide a smile.

“Now how about that homework, Eri?” you said with a smile.

“Homework? Tch- that’s boring- I brought fun stuff.. kids like this stuff right?”

He pulled paints, paper, board games, building blocks, Uno cards, and playdough. Your floor was littered with kids toys, but Eri looked stoked.

I guess that homework can wait..

Eri took a small bite of her candy apple and pointed at the building blocks.

“Can we build towers with those?” she asked excitedly

“Yeah!” you said excitedly.

Bakugou took a massive bite of his candy apple, made a face at the sweetness of it, and picked up a block, getting that smile he got when he was feeling competitive.

“Let’s see who can make the tallest one- I’m gonna win for sure!” he said

“No fair Mister Bakugou, you’re the tallest!” Eri said, crossing her arms.

“Eri, we can team up and beat him- we won’t let him win!” you said, making the same competitive smile back at Bakugou- it was ON!

You cleared a space in the middle of your dorm and began to build a sturdy foundation for your tower, teaching Eri the secret to always beating Bakugou - be careful and observant- two things he never was in contests.

You looked over to see Bakugou, in his usual reckless manner, piling blocks carelessly on top of each other- his would surely fall soon!

You and Eri’s tower was getting tall- to the point where you couldn’t reach the top anymore. You lifted Eri onto your shoulders and began handing blocks up to her.

Pretty soon- all the blocks were gone- used up on you guys’ towers. The three of you all stood back to admire your work- you and Eri’s stacked neatly and Bakugou’s messy and wobbling. But you and Eri had won, fair and square.

“DANGIT! HOW DID A 7 YEAR OLD BEAT ME?” Explosions lit his hands and he punched through both towers.

Eri laughed, knowing this behavior was normal.

“You guys rigged it.. obviously.” he grumped.

“Oh c’mon Katsuki.. you know it’s just because we’re better than you at building towers.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Fine.” he picked up the pack of Uno cards. “I’ll win at this!”

You shuffled and dealt the cards. Bakugou, having a TERRIBLE poker face, scowled down at his cards. He had obviously gotten a bad deck.

After half an hour, Bakugou yelling at anyone who would change the color to something he didnt have or gave him any cards, and you and Eri giggling at how bad Bakugou lost, Eri placed her last card down.

“NO! SHE BEAT ME AGAIN?? YOU RIGGED THE DECK, Y/N!!”

“No I didn’t! You’re just bad at Uno.” you giggled.

“Shut up Y/n!” he said, crossing his arms.

“Oh Katsuki~ don’t be like that!” you said, giving him your best puppy dog eyes and kissing him on the cheek.

He blushed and looked away.

“FINE! H-How about we see who can make the best painting!”

Eri looked excited.

“I like to paint!! I always paint flowers for Dad!”

“Awesome! So who can make the best flowers!” you said with a smile.

You helped Eri get all the colors she needed and you all sat around the table, making your paintings.

An hour of intense painting, you all held up your paintings. Bakugou’s was BY FAR the ugliest. Your was the prettiest one.

Bakugou, seeing that he clearly lost- scowled.

“YOU TRACED SOMETHING!” he yelled, explosions lighting his hands.

“DID NOT!” you laughed.

Eri laughed too. “How would Miss Y/n have traced something! You’re silly Mister Bakugou!”

Bakugou smirked, showing his competitive smile again.

“I know what I can win at- PAINT FIGHT!”

He flung paint at you, getting red paint all in your hair.

“OH! YOU’RE ON!” You yelled, laughing.

“FUN!” yelled Eri, flinging blue paint at bakugou.

The three of you were dumping paint all over each other, laughing and screaming as the slimy colors would hit you.

“W-What the HELL is going on in here?” yelled a stern voice from behind you.

The three of you froze and slowly turned around to find Aizawa standing there with his arms crossed.

“Uh- painting...?” you said nervously.

“God dammit. Go get the cleaning supplies from the hall closet. I’ll be back in an hour and this better be clean. Come on Eri...” he sighed, pulling Eri out the door with him as she struggled to pull her backpack on.

He closed the door behind him and you and Bakugou paused before looking at each other, and then fell over in a fit of laughter.

After you two stopped laughing and stood up, you shared a long kiss, mixing all the paint colors on your faces.

Yeah, he’s my soulmate..

You two happily went to the hall closet and began cleaning up your mess.

No, neither of you were ever allowed to watch Eri unsupervised again.

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writingsbychlo · 4 years

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little drummer boy | drummer!dylan o’brien

word count; 10,892

summary; bumping into an old flame from your past with your son can have some odd repercussions.

notes; this made me tear up to write, brace yourselves for some deep feelings.

warnings; a little bit of heartbreak. that’s about it.

“Santa! There he is!” You grinned, gasping a little as your arm was jerked roughly, almost tripping over your own feet as the boy half your size pulled you along with twice your strength, and you were gripping onto his hand tightly just to not let him slip away as he took off.

The line was surprisingly short - but then again - it was the day before Christmas Eve, late at night and just before the mall was shutting, most of the crowds were filled with teens and young adults, meeting up with friends or going on festive-themed dates, before the big holiday date staring you in the eye, and even you had to admit that it was late to do any kind of last-minute shopping. “Baby, slow down! You’re hurting my arm!”

His speed did drop, bright and round eyes peering up at you, bottom lip jutting out slightly as he came to a halt just before the grotto. “I’m sorry, mommy, but look! He’s really in there!”

The teen dressed up as an elf out front did not look best pleased about having such a late-arriving customer, the girl putting down her phone, before doing her best to wear a bright smile as she greeted your son, taking his hand and guiding him towards the curtain covered entrance. You followed behind, snapping a picture of the bright smile on his face when he turned back to look at you, before he was disappearing behind the curtain. There was a loud laugh, a typical ‘ho, ho, ho’, and then the loud squealing of your little boy, clapping of his small hands, and your heart leapt in your chest.

Being a young mother was hard, and being a single mother was even harder, but moments like this made it all worth it, because as you covered your mouth to hide your chuckles so that he didn’t feel as though you were invading on his personal space. He was worth every hard moment, because you loved him with all of your heart, and now, he was pouring out his deepest desires out to the man dressed up as his idol, and you were noting it down.

The usual; chocolates, stuffed animals, a spider-man backpack, a onesie with the feet on. It was all stuff you’d already bought, gifts that you had wrapped up and hidden in your room, under the bed or on top of the wardrobe to keep them concealed, ready to stack up under the Christmas tree for him. You had big plans this year, the last few years had been tough, but with your son starting his first ear with full-time education, you’d been able to get a job, bringing some real money into the household for the two of you, and you felt like your life was finally picking up.

Leaving college hadn't been the bright experience that most people were able to boast of, jobs lines up and careers ahead, but you barely even finished your senior year, and nobody wanted to hire a college graduate who was sixth months pregnant, and ready to go on maternity leave, and you’d never had that same kickstart in life. It wasn’t how you expected it to go, to have a four-year-old by the time you were reaching your mid-twenties, but it was the way it had turned out, and so you’d made it work.

The final request caught your attention, a groan rising in your throat just at the implications of it, and you could already hear the banging on your front door of neighbours wanting to complain, or of the landlord telling you to keep it down, because a four-year-old set loose with a drumkit sounded like a recipe for disaster. You were going to ignore it, push down that desperate urge to make your child happy, but then there was a sign in the toy store just across the road, and you wanted to whine like an infant at the fact that subconsciously, you knew you’d already made the decision.

The elf was standing at the exit, the pathway lined by candy-cane lanterns, and you made your way over to her quickly. “Can you keep him busy in there for five more minutes?”

“Huh?” She startled a little, looking up, and trying to put her phone away while she was on shift, as if it hadn't already been obvious both times.

You pointed across to the toystore, before looking back to her. “I’ll be right there, I’m going to go and order him that drumset he just asked for. Can you just keep him busy in there for a moment?”

She smiled a little, shrugging her shoulder, before peering back inside and nodding her head. “He’s chatting his ear off about the reindeers, anyway. Cute kid, really chatty, but in that entertaining and funny kind of way.”

You grinned, knowing it to be true, and thanking her, before you were dashing away to the shop. The grotto was still in your sight, you never took your eyes off of it, telling the store assistant that you had to be quick, to which they were more than happy to cooperate. You had it booked, paid for, and delivery set for later that night with the premium option, before you were dashing back over, just as your son was leaving.

He glanced around for a moment, before spotting you, his face lighting up as he dashed over to you, a golden package sitting in both of his hands. “Look, mommy, Santa gave me a chocolate reindeer!”

“He did? Are you serious?”

“Yeah! Look!” He thrust it upwards towards your face, and you took it from him, tucking it into your bag safely and taking his hand. “Can I eat it later?”

“You can have ice-cream or the reindeer, but not both. Which do you want?”

He pouted at you, wanting both, but you knew he couldn't take the sugar rush, and so despite his puppy-eyes, you were forced to be stern with him. “I want the ice-cream.” He grumbled the words out, taking your hand but not returning the squeeze you gave to him, choosing the reason that you had come to the mall in the first place. It had been a trip out for a sweet treat, but then he’d seen the signs to see Santa, and become completely distracted.

“Good choice! I bet they have some rocky-road left, and you love the little marshmallows, right?” He nodded eagerly, the two of you stepping towards the escalators, stepping onto the machines, and he bounced excitedly always loving the moving steps, holding on tightly to the bannister. Live music was playing, a band set up on the stage below, and you couldn’t see much, the large crowd gathered around them making it hard for you to make the name out, but they were pretty good, you had to admit, and your snow as staring at them in awe.

More precisely, he was staring at the drummer, a soft laugh to yourself leaving your lips as you watched him stare on with rapt attention. There was something familiar about the man, even from this distance, you couldn’t make out much about him, and as you stepped off of the machinery at the bottom floor, he was obstructed from your view, and so you shrugged it off.

“Do you want to go and watch the band?”

“Can we really?” He was so excited, and you treasured knowing your child well enough to get that kind of reaction from him, nodding your head and pushing him toward them a little.

“Just for a few songs, then we’ll get ice-cream, before you get tired, okay?”

He hummed his acknowledgement, already distracted, and trying to pull you around the edges of the crowd to get to the front. When he couldn’t get through, the song building as it started coming towards an end, he let go of your hand, small stature making it much easier for him to duck and weave between the people, disappearing from your sight as he headed toward the stage, and your heart leapt up into your throat.

You couldn't see him, trying to remember was he was wearing so that you could start picking him out, nudging through the crowds and past people, panic beginning to build in your throat. Ten minutes passed, the crowd thinning and the songs coming to an end, and yet you still couldn’t find him. Whipping around on your heel, you tried to find him, spinning in circles, feeling like you could barely breathe, before his voice was calling out to you.

“Mommy!”

You could scarcely tell the direction in which he was shouting from over the new, classical hymns playing over the crackling mall speakers. You were looking at the floor, hearing him shout from a little closer, and you looked up, finding him sitting above the crowds. His hands were waving to you, wobbling a little bit from the height, and you were scared in an entirely new way, because he was sitting up on someone’s shoulders.

“Can you see your mom, buddy? Which way?”

He pointed, and you felt a vague spark of familiarity run through you at the muffled sound of the voice through the crowds, before your son was moving toward you as you moved toward him. When you got there, you could have cried in relief, watching as two strong arms lifted him down from broad shoulders, before you were taking him into your arms, holding him to your chest and cupping the back of his head.

You’d never had that kind of scare before, the stinging in the back of your throat making itself known as you tried not to cry, feeling him hug you back just as tightly. Finally, you crouched down, letting him stand on his own two feet once again, before you were taking a deep breath, and pulling back to look at your son. “Don’t do that to me! Do you know how scared I was? You know not to run off!”

“I wanted to see the band!”

“You have to wait for me, alright? Never run off on your own!” He nodded, tears lining his eyes as his head hung, and you felt a pang of guilt for shouting at him, but it was unnecessary evil, and you tried not to cry in front of him, tipping his head back up. “It’s okay, I’m not mad anymore. Just don’t do it again, okay?”

“I’m sorry, mommy.” His voice cracked a little, and you sighed, hugging him close to you once again, and his little arms wrapped around your neck. You took a moment to glance up, eyes narrowing on the man who’d brought you back your son, something like nostalgia washing over you, and he was fixing you with the same look, before his eyes were widening. It only took you a second longer to process it, before recognition was coming crashing down over you, and you were gaping at him. Standing to your full height, you took him in a little more clearly, eyes sweeping over his face, and you felt like your breath had been punched from your lungs.

“Dylan?”

“Hey, sweetheart.” There was a sweet tone to his voice, words you’d heard in that tone so many times before, a dull-aching in your chest, but your lips formed a smile nonetheless, drowning in how it felt to be around him once again.

It had been years, and that time had been kind to him. The baby face you’d known was gone, the sweet smile had matured, a cocky smirk accompanying it, something playful and cheeky, stubble lining the skin that had once been smooth, neat but messy, scruffy in a way he perfected, and the buzzcut he’d always worn had grown out into longer strands, matted to his forehead a little from sweat, and you licked at your lips, taking him in. The one thing that hadn't changed, though, was the way those honey-brown eyes still swirled with some kind of deep affection and emotion that you were drowning in.

His eyes dropped down to your son, and you placed your hands on his shoulders, watching the slightly nervous look that flickered over his features as he met your gaze once again. “You have a son.”

“Yeah, he’s four.” He let out a little sigh of relief, both of you swallowing thickly, before he was letting the tension go, his shoulders dropping, and he was holding his arms out for you. You were quick to fall into his arms, feeling the solid muscle beneath that was a new development, and you felt something shift into place as you were wrapped in his embrace once again. It had been so long, years since you’d seen him, leaving for college and thinking he was just someone who would fade away into your memory, and you’d never expected that you would run back into him at a mall charity performance for Christmas, but at least one of you had achieved your dreams, he was pursuing his music, and you couldn't be prouder.

“Mommy! You know a famous person!”

You both let out a laugh, releasing one another and you tried to ignore the heat crawling up your cheeks at the embarrassment of having almost forgotten where you were. “Yeah, kiddo, this is Dylan. He’s a drummer!”

“I know! I saw him on stage!”

Dylan crouched down before your son, a beaming smile on his face. “You looked pretty good yourself, buddy. Playing air drums! Do you want to be a drummer?”

“Yeah! Santa is going to bring me a drum kit!” Dylan’s eyes flicked up to you, and you rolled your eyes fondly, but nodded your head in confirmation, and Dylan looked back to your son.

“You saw Santa, then? How lucky are you?” He poked at your son’s side, the boy curling up and laughing in a fit of hysterics and being tickled, and having such attention on himself, and you hated the way your heart was threatening to beat out of your chest at the sight.

“Yeah! We’re going for ice-cream, too!”

“Oh, you are? It must be Christmas, look at all the treats you’re getting!” He stood back up, using his free hand to take Dylan’s and you could’ve choked on your own breath at the sight.

“Will you come for ice-cream with us?” You froze, jaw dropping, before looking back over to the stage, and your son was staring at your expectantly, Dylan looking down at the boy, clearly at a loss for words too, and he was tugging at your hands needily. “He can come too, right, mommy?”

“Yeah, sure.” You didn’t have to think much about the decision, and Dylan smiled a little. “You don’t have any more sets to do, right?”

“No, I just have to pack up the drums, the rest of the band can take it out, and I’ll catch a cab home.”

“Cool. We’ll, uh, meet you there, then?” Dylan only nodded, staring at you for a second longer, before you could feel your son swinging your arms with boredom, and you cleared your throat.

“I’ll be there soon.”

You could only nod, pointing out the little store you would be going to on the other side of the mall, and he nodded, walking backwards away from you both, scratching at the back of his neck, and waving to your son before turning back and going ahead to start disassembling the instruments.

You followed after your son, mind spinning, barely able to hear the words he was saying as he chattered away beside you, because you felt like you were drowning in your thoughts. Your son had his face all but pressed to the glass, breath fogging up the cool surface as he stared at the different flavours, the woman behind the counter cooing at him as she held the little cardboard cup in her hands.

When he finally chose a scoop of rocky-road, a scoop of mint, and a scoop of strawberry swirl, you paid for both your own, and another pot, handing her over the money, before grabbing the little plastic spoons and letting him lead you over to the booth in the back, watching him run away toward the hidden leather seats in the back, gripping his pit in both hands, and it was a relief that he simply didn’t drop it.

As he climbed up, you settled in beside him, and he was already pushing a spoon of ice-cream into his mouth, before looking down at your pot. “Why do you get more than me?”

“Because adults and big kids can handle more! You don’t want to get a brain freeze, do you?” His face screwed up at the implication, and you laughed, kissing the top of his head. You pulled away, lifting up your own spoon, and tucking into the frozen treat. You were a little calmer now, trying to sift through your thoughts, and the little bell over the door to the fifties style ice-cream parlour dinged, a familiar body walking through the door, and you felt like you were reliving the last day of senior summer all over again.

He took his seat, eyes widening a little as he saw the pot of mango and vanilla sitting there. “You got me ice-cream?”

“Is it still your favourite?” You offered, taking a bite of your own, and he nodded, staring down at it for a second, before raising his hands to pick up the cardboard and the spoon.

“Yeah, it is. I just can’t believe you remember that, is all.”

You opened your mouth to speak, before your snow as taking over, jumping straight into asking your old friend what it was like to be in a band, both of you laughing, before he was beginning to answer all of the questions being fired at him. It was incredible, to watch you son interact with someone else, he often took a while to warm up to anyone else, and your heart was warming and aching at the same time, because it had been so long since you’d had someone in your life, romantically or simply as a friend. After all, you just never had time for it.

His foot stretched out under the table, wrapping around your ankle, and you jumped a little, looking up to him and not realising you’d even tuned out, but he was already looking at you. Stretching his hand out across the tabletop, you slipped your hand into his after only a moment of pause, his thumb smoothing over your knuckles, and you sighed, meeting his eyes for a fleeting second.

He squeezed, trying to pull your attention back to him as the smaller boy wittered on in his ear, finally giving up as he took a deep breath, having talked himself in a circle. Your son was nudging your arm, trying to push up underneath, and you chuckled lifting it up so that he could cuddle into your side.

“What are you doing for Christmas, Noah?”

“What I always do!” He said, a tone to his voice that read as ‘duh!’ and you grinned, rubbing his arm lightly as he covered his mouth to hide a yawn, but he wasn’t overly tired yet, and you wanted to soak up the last few minutes you could with the man you’d lost touch with so long ago.

“Tell him all about it, baby.”

“Well, I always get to sleep in super late, and mommy puts on a movie for me! She makes pancakes for breakfast!” He cheered, and you softened a little, never knowing it mattered that much to him, never actually having heard he day from his perspective before.

“Pancakes with little chocolate stars?”

“Yeah! They’re super good!” Your gaze met whiskey-brown, arching a brow at him, and he shrugged lightly, a sad smile on his face. You’d forgotten the times you’d make them for him, all those years ago when the pair of you were just teens, when he’d stay over at your house, still under your parent’s supervision, sleeping on the couch after a study and movie date, eating breakfast with you in the morning and stealing kisses when your parents weren’t looking before the two of you would sit at the table, hiding your smiles and blushing.

“I bet they are, buddy.”

“Then, we open presents together, and this yearn my teacher helped me make one at school! It’s a secret, but I can tell you if you want?” He leaned over the table, all but crawling across it, holding up his hand to cover his mouth as he whispered in Dylan’s ear, the older man laughing a moment later, before turning to look at you and grinning. When your son had settled back into your side, he took only a moment to ponder where he was. “We watch some more movies, and then mommy lets me help her with the cooking, before we have dinner! There’s turkey, and Christmas crackers! They have crowns in, you know. We are going to call grandma and grandpa, too.”

“That sound fun, Noah. The best Christmas ever!”

“What are you doing for Christmas?”

Dylan looked a little taken aback by the question, gaping for a moment, before shrugging, looking a little sheepish. “I’m not doing anything this year. I’m on tour, and I moved to a new house. I don’t have anything.”

“Not even a tree?” Noah seemed utterly distraught just at the idea, his arms crossing over his chest as Dylan confirmed that he didn’t even have a tree, and you felt bad for him, despite how funny it was to see your son’s reactions.

The conversation moved on after that, until your son was slumping in your arm, eyes fluttering a little, the late hour moving on as the conversation began to circle around you and him, more on catching up and finding out where one another’s lives had gone during college and beyond, and there was a lot more of you listening than talking, not having all that much to add to the conversation. You were happy for him, you truly were, and you wouldn't trade in Noah for anything in the world, but it still stung a little to sometimes hear where your life could have gone.

The hand in your own shifted, pulling you to stand up, and he nodded to the boy in your arms who was practically asleep. He walked with you, mumbled conversation to help him sleep, and you didn’t miss, nor loathe, the arm that wrapped around your waist as you stepped out into the cold and now empty parking lot, fingers tracing over your bare skin as they tucked under the edge of your jumper, a shover running along your body as he did.

When you finally reached your car, you took a moment away to tuck him into his car seat, pulling a blanket up for him, and leaving the door open, his head lolling to the side as he snoozed.

“He’s a really cute kid.” You smiled, brushing some hair out of his face, before looking back up to your old flame. “I can’t believe you have a son.”

“We’re all grown up.” You teased, and he dragged his gaze along you, sighing somewhat dismally, before that cheeky cross between a smile and a smirk was back, the same one that had been subtly combined with flirty comments all evening.

“You grew up real nice, though.” You pushed at his arm, rolling his eyes, a laugh you were accustomed to following as you grinned, and he ran his fingers along your arm, taking a hold of your hand. “I missed you, you know. For so long, I wanted to call you so many times, but we agreed to move on, and I thought that was best for you, but I really wish I’d been a part of your life.”

A lump in your throat, one you struggled to try and choke down, burning in your eye signalling tears, and you blinked them away, shrugging slightly. “We were kids, Dylan. We pinned all our hopes on getting into the same colleges, and that didn’t work out. You went your way, and I went mine. We would’ve been holding each other back trying to make a relationship work from opposite ends of the country.”

“I can see that.” He joked, nodding his head toward the car, and you exchanged sad smiles. Awkward silence took over, a feeling you’d never once experienced with Dylan before, and you hated it, feeling as though you were crawling in your skin.

“Will you still be around here at Christmas? I know you’re on tour, but, are you moving on soon?”

“I actually live in the area, I got a house a couple of months ago. I haven’t got my stuff here yet, I’m waiting until I finish tour for that, but I’ll be here.” You were surprised, to say the least, shrugging a little, glancing back at your son once, before deciding you were allowed to have one selfish decision, seeing as you’d given up everything you had for your child.

“Well, no one should be alone on Christmas Day, so, do you want to come over? We have dinner at about three, but you can come at any time.”

“Are you sure about that, sweetheart?” You knew what he was questioning, the trouble not really being your son, but the both of you, the spark of a flame that had never really gone out coming back to bite back at you with flickering flames, and you considered it for only a moment, already knowing what your answer would be.

“I’m certain, I promise. It’ll be fun.” He used his other hand to fish his phone out of his pocket, handing it over to you, and letting you put your number into it. When you gave it back to him, he smiled down at it, biting the inside of his cheek to contain it, and squeezing your hand even tighter.

“Feels a little like déjà vu to be getting your number again.”

“My number never changed.”

“Yeah, but I deleted it one night when drunk, so that I wouldn’t call you and take it all back.” It was a comment that hit deep, and you pursed your lips, eyes cast downwards, but he wasn’t having any of it, tipping your head back up, and frowning at your glossy eyes. “I’ve always hated it when you cry, please don’t. We’re reunited now, and I couldn't be happier, everything works out one way or another, right?”

“I missed you.” Your voice cracked, and he just nodded his head, leaning in a little to press his lips to your cheek. Stubble brushed over your lips, your breath hitching in your throat, and he pulled back, the tip of his nose dragging to meet your own. His breath was fanning over your lips, you could taste the fruity essence still on his tongue, and just as your final inhibitions made to make an exit, you hear the grumble of your son in his sleep, both of you jumping in surprise.

“Mommy, can we go home, now?”

“Yeah, baby, we can.” You promised, closing the car door and stepping away a little to the driver’s seat door, and Dylan let go of you, reluctantly, finding his own keys. “I hope you call, I’d love for you to spend Christmas with us.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, sweetheart.”

You beamed, getting into your car, watching in the mirrors as he walked away, before finally, you were starting up the car and heading away towards your home, never having been able to guess when you left a few hours ago that this would’ve been the outcome of the evening.

You were watching your son gather up the wrapping paper littered across the floor, dashing round in his new set of pyjamas with the tag still hanging at the neck, and sweeping up all the wrappers of paper. The drumkit was set up in his bedroom, and he had a slight sugar-high on chocolate coins, the smell of turnkey filling the room, and you’d never been happier. This was by far the best Christmas that you’d ever had with your son, a stable job and the prospects of making your way up in the world alongside your little boy, and so you couldn't have been happier.

Holding the mug in one hand, you placed the half-drunk tea down on the table beside you, catching your son as he ran past with a handful of ribbons and scraps, tugging the tag loose from his collarbone, adding it to the pile of waste in his arms that he was about to attempt to cram into the bin.

There was a knock at the door, your eyes flicking up to the clock, widening a little at the time, not realising just how late it had gotten into the afternoon, and you glanced down at yourself, pyjamas still clad on your body. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed, you were a single mother enjoying her day off on her first successful Christmas Day with her boy, and yet, this was the first time you were going to be reunited with the person who you’d thought was left behind all those years ago.

There wasn’t much you could do now, and so you made your way to the front door, swinging it open to greet the man on the other side. He was wearing sweatpants, and a comfy looking hoodie, hood pulled up over his head but a wide smile on his face as she saw you, and you leaned on the door frame, shaking your head as you looked at him.

“You’re in pyjamas.”

He looked down at himself, ties on his dirty Adidas still unlaced and hanging loose, and he shrugged. “Everyone spends Christmas Day in pyjamas.” He bent down a little, picking up the bags he’d put down, a single brow arching as you looked at him. “You always spend Christmas Day in pyjamas, I remember that.”

You could only roll your eyes fondly, heart racing in your chest, and stepping out of the way to let him inside. Noah was quick to race forwards, throwing himself into Dylan’s body with such force that he stumbled a little, a laugh leaving you as you locked the door up once again.

“Hey, buddy, how are you?”

His hands were thrust up in the air, and Dylan huffed for only a moment, before leaning down to drop the bags and scoop the boy up into his arms. It was an adorable scene, watching the way your son’s face lit up with pure joy at having someone else to interact with, a male figure in his life, no matter how brief or fleeting it may be. Noah was chewing his ear off about everything he'd gotten as gifts, and you made your way through to the kitchen to check on the food.

The turkey was almost done, the potatoes were just growing to be perfectly crispy, and you took the tray of sliced vegetables out of the fridge, slipping them onto the bottom tray of the oven to begin roasting. Your coffee was going cold, and so you swapped it out, lifting a glass down from the cabinet and filling it up under the tap.

You dared to venture back out into the apartment, following the voices along the corridor to your son’s room, the door cracked open, and he was spinning on the new chair set up with his drums, little hands smoothing over the surfaces of the sets, and you’d never seen a smile so bright on his face as he spoke to your longtime friend about his new passion for music. Knocking your fingers on the doorframe, both of the men turned to look at you, curious gazes on their faces, wide eyes and smiles, and you almost could’ve been fooled for a second, about whether or not they truly were related.

“Can an amateur join the experts, or are musicians allowed only in here?”

“Well, we have to have an adoring fan, don’t we?” Dylan teased, and you rolled your eyes, remembering a time when he’d called you such a thing while pressing kisses to your face until you laughed, tucking you under his arm while he was all sweaty and learning his own drum kit a decade ago, and now, he was making money from his music and touring for his latest album. “Actually, speaking of that, I have something for you. Why don’t you go grab the bags from the floor in the hall, Noah?”

The child nodded, bolting away from you, and Dylan raised himself up from where he’d been kneeling on the floor, brushing himself down, and standing taller than you once again. “You got him a gift?”

“Got one for you, too. I couldn’t show up with nothing to offer.”

“Well, you were invited, so it really wasn’t any trouble.” The rapid padding of feet caught your attention, floppy hair caught on the breeze of his movements, before he was skidding to a stop in front of you, crashing into your leg in his excitement, and you chuckled slightly. “Maybe we take a little break on the sugar, huh?”

“It’s turkey time, anyway.” He retorted, handing them over to Dylan, and he sorted through them, lifting out a box with a ribbon tied neatly across the front, and giving it back to the boy. It only took him seconds to tear the ribbon and the wrapping from the gift, before he was tipping it upside down to shake the contents free, paper fluttering to the ground around them as a set of small sticks fell out across the floor. “They’re drumsticks, mommy!”

With one in each hand, he was waving them at you excitedly, the polished wood being far more high-quality than the simple ones that the kit had come with, the set provided making you worry he may get splinters but these were glossed and smooth shining a little, and as he turned them in his hands, he found his name carved into the wood at the base of each handle.

“They have my name in! N-O-A-H! See!” He was thrilled, holding them upside down as he showed them off, and you turned to look at Dylan when the young boy dashed over to pound at his drums with no rhythm or tune whatsoever.

“That might be the sweetest gift that anyone has ever given him. Thank you. How the hell did you manage to pull that off in time for Christmas?”

He tapped at the side of his nose, a smirk on his lips as he kept his secrets, and you suspected that it had something to do with his fame, pulling the card on his name and status just to get it done in time. “I have something for you, too.”

“I don’t need anything, Dyl.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to.” He pressed the remaining bag into your arms, and you chuckled, peering into the wine bag first, and grinning at the contents that it held. It was the same bottle of wine that his mother and father used to drink, the same brand that you’d always steal half a glass from each when you tried to have romantic dates in at his house, still too young to drink when you’d been together. “Will you open it, already? I’m kinda’ nervous about how you’re going to react.”

He let out an anxious laugh, holding the wine for you as you fixed him with a questioning gaze, before opening it up. It was large and flat, wrapped neatly in a glittery Christmas gift-paper, and you ran your thumb under the seal, wincing a little bit at a loud crashing of the cymbals from your son. Pulling out the gift, you revealed a sleek black photo frame, a picture of the night sky, marking off a certain star, with a name and a dedication, and some facts about it written underneath, your breath catching in your throat.

It was new, but was just like the one you’d been given so long ago, when you’d had no money and had to buy one another simple gifts, and Dylan had named a star for you and gifted it to you for Valentine's Day, a tribute to the midnight picnic he’d taken you on for one of your first dates.

“Dylan..”

“Do you like it? Because you’ve never really been one for materialistic gifts, and I know how much you liked the first one.” He was rambling, an adorable trait you were happy to see that he'd retained into his adulthood, and you cut him off by lacing your fingers with his own. He went silent, gaze dropping down to your connected hands, before he was looking back up to you, lips forming a sweet smile as he stared at you. Dragging him along behind yourself, he was more than happy to follow, away from the noise your son was making with his new hobby, and opening the door to the room at the end of the hall.

He stepped inside, eyes sweeping over the simple furniture and decorations, before landing on the wall near where you stood, a look you couldn't quite decipher crossing over his features. The original gift, hanging in place on your wall, still in its frame, the paint dull and chipping off, but a perfect match to the new one you’d been given, and he let out a sudden and ragged breath.

“You still have it.”

“Of course, I do.”

He swallowed thickly, gaze flickering over to the image on the wall, for just a moment, before he was turning glossy eyes back to you. Settling a hand on your jaw, his thumb brushed over your cheek in a way that brought all kinds of old feelings rushing back, your eyes closing as your face tipped into his hand. Rough and calloused palm, something you were used to, and you let out a weak laugh. “I have missed you so much.”

“I missed you t-”

“Dylan! Will you teach me a song?” The sharp voice made your eyes snap open, your head snapping back up as heat crawled at your cheeks, your son standing in the doorway and staring up at your both innocently, no idea about the tension between you, and his hand fell from your face, dancing along your arm before taking your hand in his, and squeezing lightly.

“You’ll have to ask your mom, do we have enough time before dinner?”

“Do we, mommy? Please?”

They absolutely didn’t, but with the way he was staring up at you, there wasn’t a chance you could say no, and so you nodded your head, watching as the love before you were stolen away by your cheering son, dragged down the corridor by his hand. He was clearly craving time with another man, just wanting that kind of influence, someone to share his music with, and there was only so much you could do for him before he started craving other people’s company, and you were just glad you’d run into someone from your past who you wanted to welcome, the only person you wanted to welcome.

It wasn’t how you’d expected to have a child, not the way you’d always imagined it would be, and certainly not who you thought it’d be with, but the man in there right not, teaching your son a song from his band as somewhat reasonable music flowed through the home you’d built, was exactly who you’d always pictured it all with, a bittersweet feeling settling over you. Not only were you picking back up emotions you thought you’d left behind, but your son was growing a rapid attachment to him, and you didn’t want to have to break it to him one day when Dylan went back on tour, or settled down with someone else, and break your son’s heart, as well as your own.

You gave them their space, letting Noah soak up all the guy-time that he was going to get, and you lifted the turkey out onto the top of the oven to rest. Everything else followed, the meal falling together as it was all placed into dishes and jugs, plates and cutlery being laid out around the table, drinks following, a plastic cup in your son's place, and an elegant glass in the adult seats.

The table was filled, and you took your time, making sure it was all perfect, even placing a Christmas cracker on top of the plates. Carrying the turkey through, the table was complete, and you swept up your phone, heading through to call the boys to dinner. The sight that met you wasn’t much further from what you were expecting, but picturing it in your mind and actually having it happen were two completely different things. Dylan was sitting on the stool, Noah on his lap, larger hands wrapped around smaller ones as your son all but screamed with joy every time he was directed into the right places, hitting the drums with force as he learned, guided in his movements.

Bringing up your camera, you switched to filming, catching the two of them on camera as Dylan sang the lyrics to the song lowly, practically mumbling them in tune with the beats of the drums, pausing and dragging them out when the rhythm stumbled, but he paused when he caught sight of you in the doorway. Your son looked up only a second later, the anger at having been interrupted melting away, and he dropped the sticks down.

“Dinner time. Come get it before it goes cold.”

Your son raced ahead, Dylan picking up the drum sticks and placing them on the kit carefully, before following after you, a slight jog to his steps audible as he caught up, a hand placed on your lower back as you walked alongside one another. Noah was already in his seat, sipping at his juice as he stared longingly at the food, imploring the two of you silently to hurry up, because he was desperate for his favourite meal of the year.

You had placed him at the head of the table, with you and Dylan on either side, and he was patting the tabletop gently with his hands, busying himself, but you knew that look. If you were any slower, he would reach out and just start pulling bits off of the bird with his bare hands, ruining the meal entirely.

You started with your son, cutting him off an appropriate portion on the meat and placing it down onto his plate, before letting him fill it up with vegetables, potatoes, and all the extras, as much as he wanted. Dylan was next, mumbling his thanks into your ear as you leaned over him, placing it down on his plate, and then, he was joining your son with filling up his plate. You followed suit, before the chatter was taking over at the table.

Noah wanted to snap the crackers as soon as possible, placing a paper crown on your head as soon as he could, and giggling hysterically at the jokes as they were read out, before reading off a list of other Christmas jokes that he seemed to have somehow memorised. You guessed that they were from school, but you weren’t confident.

He also recounted some of his favourite stories to Dylan, ones you had already heard but were more than happy to listen to again; his first day at school, getting to know his classmates, going to his friend Harry’s fifth birthday party, and how excited he was himself to turn five in a few months. In turn, Dylan told him all about what it was like to go on tour, to be a rockstar and get to travel all over the world.

Pictures followed, and these you were intrigued in, listening to him share about how he was living his dream, all the places and experiences he'd seen and taken part in, and you were happy for him, you truly were, seeing that he had gotten everything he’d ever wanted out of life. There was a time, late nights that could almost be termed early mornings, when you’d be lying with his arm around you, head on his shoulder, staring up at the ceiling in a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt, talking about your hopes and dreams, and while you were yet to achieve your’s he was already living his.

You were no longer still in touch with that many people from your past, having been too embarrassed when you first became pregnant and got left behind to face any of them, and then having been too busy in the first few years as you tried to keep yourself and your son afloat, and now, you were simply too proud. Perhaps they had jobs and a career, but they were mostly still the arrogant youths you’d known in high school or college, but none of them had created a life, none of them were parents yet, or at least as far as you’d known when losing touch with them, but you loved who you were now.

Your son loved him, he never stopped talking, and somehow, Dylan managed to keep up with it. The subject seemed to change with every other sentence, and even your head was spinning, but Dylan never fell behind, skipping between topics and always having an answer to Noah’s questions or statements, keeping the conversation jovial and jolly, all throughout the evening.

Dessert came rocking around, and you were simply left watching, cheeks aching from your smile as you watched the two interact, never having felt more content than you did right now. All little girls dreamed of their futures, of what their wedding would be like, who they’d fall in love with, their house and their kids, and maybe you did things a little out of order, maybe there was a wedding to come one day down the line and you already had the kid, maybe it would be a while before you could afford that dream house, but you knew you’d get there someday.

You began to clear away when the boys made their way through to the living room to check out the rest of their gifts, and to play with all of the little trinkets that had fallen out of the crackers. There was still over half of a box left, and you could hear the distinct popping sounds each time they tore open a new one, only to crack up laughing about the jokes - even if Dylan’s was a little forced, just to match Noah’s - and the pile of toys they must be building.

When they finally appeared in the doorway, it was with multiple hats on each of their heads, Dylan lifting your son up in his arms so that he could place some more onto your head, the paper spilling down into your eyes, before you were able to lift it up. The boys were smiling at you, your son perched on Dylan’s hip, staring at you expectantly, matching grins that weren’t quite the same but were just as cheeky, and you raised your brows.

“What are you boys up to?”

“We made a house of cards from the mini packet in the crackers!” Noah offered, and you beamed, turning off the taps as hot and soapy water filled the basin. “But then it fell down, so we opened the other crackers.”

“Did you tidy up all the rubbish?”

Both of their faces paled a little and it was your turn to smirk, before Noah was wriggling to be set down, and going to tidy up, as he was supposed to. Being left alone, even for just a second, Dylan was stepping a little closer to you, hands on your hips, as he leaned over you to leave a chaste and sweet kiss pressed to your cheek.

“Thank you for dinner. It was lovely.” His breath fanned over your skin as he whispered the words, before he was dipping his head to press a kiss to your shoulder, a moment far too intimate and domestic for you to be able to handle as you thought about the upcoming point of the evening when you’d have to let him go, and so you simply hummed, offering a smile in return, before nodding your head toward the towel on the counter.

“I’ll wash, you dry?”

He grinned, taking up on the offer, and snatching up the material to work alongside you, cleaning away the mountain of dishes that had been created. Once Noah had finished tidying away the rubbish and put away all of his new toys in his room, he was coming in to sit at the table, fixing the stereo to play his favourite Christmas songs, and even helping to put away the dishes that he could reach in the lower cabinets.

As the end of the night closed in, you could hear him resisting his yawns, his singing fading out, before he was crossing his little arms over the table and resting his cheek on top of them, choosing to hum along sleepily as day turned to night. When the cleaning was finally one, the day coming in towards an end, you scooped him up, letting him curl into your body as his face pressed into your neck, clinging to you loosely.

He was exhausted, and he’d been up all day, the sugar high and the thrill of the day washing away, and tomorrow he’d be just as excited to wake up and eat leftovers while getting to know his toys, not having had a chance to fully appreciate them yet, but he would indulge himself in them all over the next few days. The Christmas tree was still sparkling, the room cast over with colourful shadows from the crazy decorations you’d put up, the darkness pouring in from outside, and you turned to face Dylan.

“I’m going to put him to bed, can you turn on some lamps, and such?”

Dylan only nodded, but your son perked up as he heard about his upcoming bedtime, rubbing at his eyes and blinking to try and clear his haze.

“G’night, Dylan.” He was cut off with a yawn once again, and Dylan grinned, stepping forwards and tipping the boy’s head down, pressing a kiss to his hair, before tapping him on the tip of his nose.

“Goodnight, Noah. Thank you for leaning one of my songs, maybe you’ll even replace me one day.”

“We can make our own band.” He whispered in return, reaching out to loop his arms around the man’s neck, and the two shared a touching hug, before you were carrying him away towards the bathroom. Sitting him down on his seat, you helped him to brush his teeth, grinning at the slight mess that he made, before he was holding your hand with every step he took to his bed.

You tucked him in, and flicked out the lights, and made sure the door was pulled shut tightly behind yourself, before tiptoeing along towards the main room, now illuminated with the warm glow of lamplight. Dylan was sitting on the couch, the bottle of wine that he had brought sitting there too, with two glasses empty but prepared, and he turned to look at you as he heard you reenter the room.

“Hey.”

His voice was a little lower as he tried to keep his voice down, an act you so deeply appreciated, and you settled down onto the couch next to him, body twisted to the side and head supported on the hand propped up on the edge of the couch.

“I got glasses for wine, I was thinking we could share it, but if you’re ready to go to bed, I can just head out.” He stuck his hand over his shoulder, thumb jutted toward the door, searching your eyes for your answer, and brightening up a little when he saw you shake your head.

“I don’t want you to go anywhere.”

“Good, because I really didn’t want to leave.” You watched as he leaned away, popping the cork on the bottle and pouting you both a glass, before bringing it back and handing it to you, sitting a little closer than he had been before the drinks, the glasses clinking softly between you both, before you took a sip, and he matched you. It wasn’t the best wine in the world, much better when you were young and naïve and didn’t know any better, but then again, you were sure his mother kept bad wine around in an attempt to deter you both from drinking it, because it always had been a little too easy to steal some of. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure thing, Dyl.”

“When you went to college, did you have fun? I hope you did. You had such a long bucket list of college experiences, and I really hope you checked them all off.” It wasn’t what you were expecting, there was always a usual list of questions that came up when you bumped into someone from your past when you were with your son, polite attempts that were backhanded compliments and questions about what went wrong in your life, even though you only ever saw it as something having gone right.

“I did. I made some friends, met some new people, and had some amazing experiences.”

He smiled, lifting a hand to tuck some hair out of your face, a finger running over your cheekbone, and taking another sip of his wine. He encouraged you to go on, listening to you talk about everything that had happened from the moment you’d parted, all up to and including having your son, to the moment you had once again reunited.

It was a little deeper than the conversations you’d had before, the dwindling bottle of wine accompanying the conversation, slowly shuffling closer and closer to each other, hands wandering and gazes sweeping over one another as you tried to rediscover old flickers of heat and interest, wondering if they were still present, and whether anything would come of them.

He told you the real story of his music, tears welling up in eyes and a slightly painful laugh as he revealed that half of the songs on his first album were written about you, heartbroken and mourning for you, wiping your tears away as you cleared his, before moving on to tell you about his first tour, and this third one, that was now coming to an end.

He’d seen all of the world, and you’d seen none of it, but you had more life experience and dependency than he did, the only person who relied on home as himself, and his manager took care of most things of him, whereas you were fighting it all on your own, and taking your child along with you. Where you had once been exactly the same, two peas in a pod, and now you were entirely different, but your hearts still beat the same. You were grounded and secure, he was flying high and moving with the wind, but every so often, when he came down to land, you’d be here.

Your legs were slung over his lap, he was playing with your hair as you held onto your almost empty glass, the bottle at the bottom, and a buzz running through your system that you hadn't felt in over a year, eyes fluttering slightly with the haze that was settling across your mind.

“I can’t believe you have a son who isn’t mine.” He whispered, your eyes snapping open and heart leaping into your throat, and he shook his head, intoxication delaying his realisation of what he’d just said. “I didn’t mean it like that. God, your kid is incredible, he’s the best, but I always just imagined it would be you and me.”

“I know, that’s how I thought it would be.”

He smiled, shoulders slumping, relieved that he didn’t need to explain himself further, that he hadn't fucked up, but you’d always been able to read just what was on his mind, with only a simple glance, because you knew him so well. “How did you end up alone? Which guy would be crazy enough to leave you, and a kid as wonderful as Noah? I don't get it. Why doesn’t he have someone to love him the way a dad should?”

You choked down the lump in your throat, shrugging slightly, and avoiding his gaze in favour of scratching at the skin around your nails. He nudged your chin up, a finger under your chin, a look in his eyes that said he didn’t want you to feel pressured, but he also didn’t want you to feel scared to talk to him, and you sighed. “I had a fling in college, but he wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment. I was going to give Noah up, but when I had him, I was all alone, and then I wasn’t. I was in the hospital, and I heard him crying, and he needed me. He was reaching for me, and then I needed him. He was someone who would never leave me. Or, at least, not until I was ready to let him go.”

It was silent for a few moments after that, and while the memory may have seemed painful, it was one of your fondest moments with your son. You could still remember the way it had clicked in your chest, the moment that everything had slipped into perspective and made it impossible for you to ever give him up.

The name was something you’d worried over, days choosing one as you held him in your arms in the hospital, and you’d entered with the intention to leave alone, and instead, you’d been holding your life in your arms, snoozing in a little pair of cotton socks.

“I never wanted to leave you, y’know.”

“I know, Dylan.” It was your turn to reach out to him, cupping his cheek, and he closed a hand over your own, twisting his head to kiss your palm.

“I never wanted to go, and I think about you all the time.” A wet streak was left along his skin as a tear fell from his eye, and he cleared his throat, a shaky laugh leaving him. “I was so sure I was going to marry you, then all our colleges together denied either one of us, and we ended up on opposite sides of the country. I hated it. I wanted to drop out, just to follow you wherever you went, but my parents wouldn't let me, and I knew you wouldn’t let me either.”

“You’re right, I would’ve kicked your ass if you’d given it up. Look at where you are now.” You smiled, tears lining your own eyes.

“I still think I’d rather have given it all up, just to be with you. To have an apartment with you, and a son with you.”

He watched you for a moment longer, watching the awestricken look on your face, and you couldn't take it anymore, the magnet in your heart that was pulling you back towards him was too strong to resist anymore, and you met him halfway, the gap closing between you both. Lips met, a collision of desperate need and passion, tangling together as your hand tangled in his hair, feeling his other slip to your hip and pull you closer until wine glasses were almost crushed between your bodies and the breath was forced from your lungs.

It felt like coming home, like something that had been missing from your life for so long was finally returning, your heart racing in your chest and yet somehow feeling like you were the calmest you had ever been. Every drag of his mouth over your own, traces of tongues and teasings of more, the same way you’d always been, fire curling in your veins, raspy and desperate breaths until your mind was spinning from the lack of oxygen, and you were pulling away.

He couldn't stay away, leaning in to kiss you again as soon as he’d caught his breath, taking both of the glasses and putting them down so that he could place both hands on your face, pulling you in and holding you to him as something between laughter and tears left you both. You knew he felt the same, you could tell from the urgency of his kisses as wet cheeks slid together, the salty taste slipping into your mouth from tears, and you were forced to pull back.

“I’ve been thinking about that ever since the last time I got to kiss you, sitting in that little coffee shop as you kissed me goodbye after our breakup.”

“Well, I hope that it was everything you wanted it to be, and that today was, too. I hope seeing me once again wasn’t too much of a disappointment. I’m sure it wasn’t what you had planned when you inevitably bumped into me again.” You wiped your hands at your face, delicate skin stinging slightly, and he did the same.

“Why does that feel like you’re saying goodbye again?”

“Because I am.” You whispered, a broken look flashing over his face, one you were painfully familiar with from once before, your heart cracking in your chest at the sight. “I’m only going to end up hurt again when you leave.”

“But, I don’t want to leave.” His tone was pleading, and he shushed you playfully when you opened your mouth to respond to him, taking your hand in his as he shook his head. “I just want to finish this tour, I have three stops left, and then I’m home. I moved here, it’s home now, and I think it’s fate that you’re here too, and that we ran into each other. You’re meant to be with me, meant to be in my life, and you know it, too.”

“You can’t give it all up.”

“I would give up everything I have for you. I missed that opportunity once, don’t make me miss it again.” He was all but begging you, tugging you even closer to him, until you were sharing a breath, his forehead pressed to yours. “I want you, and your son, and I want us to be a family. Don’t walk away from me again, because I’m not letting you go without a fight this time.”

A fresh wave of tears washed over you, and you covered your face, shaking your head in disbelief. “Is that really what you want?”

“More than anything. You’re all I’ve ever wanted, and Noah may not be mine, but I’ll love him like he is, I promise. And, when we do have kids of our own, I’ll love him just as much then, too.” Your sobs had to be muffled by your hand, but Dylan was crying silently, watching you as he tried to decipher what was going on inside your head. “Let me love you, let me love us as a family?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?” He repeated, seeming as though he was filled with utter disbelief, and you grinned, nodding your head and taking his face in your hands, pulling his lips to yours. It was soft and sweet, and everything it was supposed to be, as the love of your life was returned to your arms, hopefully, never to leave again. “I love you, so much, it fucking hurts not to be with you. Ever since we broke up, and now, I feel whole again. I’ve been in love with you for over ten years, and being away from you never changed that.”

“I love you too.” You stood, tugging on his hands, to pull him up, and he followed after you wordlessly, watching as you switched out the lights, checked the front door was locked, and let him trail after you toward your bedroom. He didn’t question it as you sunk down into the bed, dragging him with you until he could settle himself under the covers beside you, or when you placed your head on his chest, because everything was as it was supposed to be.

His arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly, safe and secure, like he’d never let you go again, a silent promise that he wouldn't. You trusted him, you believed him, and in the morning, when Noah woke you up and asked for pancakes again, he didn’t even bat an eye at the sight of a snoozing Dylan still tucked into the bed, just choosing to crawl up and settle down beside you, because even if he wasn’t his father, he knew just as much as you did that Dylan was destined to be his dad.

When he had whispered into your ear that his final wish to Santa was for someone to play his drums with and for mommy to be happy, you thought that maybe Christmas wishes did come true.

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