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xiaojusaur · 6 years

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A/N: Here I come again with another part of the Daddy Series, this time with Mr. Seokjin. It took me so long since I'm soft for Jin, though my friends made sure to change that. This is a gift for my friend! You know who you are, hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Sugar Daddy, Spanking, Gagging, Food Play,

Word count: 4.1K

Description: Part of my daddy series. Kim Seokjin is your dad’s pupil, he’s so glad he is dating his beautiful and nice daughter. What your dad doesn’t know is how dirty you get when you’re alone.

You were sitting on your sofa waiting for him, all dolled up in the expensive dress he bought for you last time at the mall.

Tonight, after a couple of weeks without seeing him, you had a date with Seokjin. He was a busy man, always in his administrative work at his restaurant. He was the owner of a famous restaurant--in other words--he was rich.

You met him thanks to your dad, who was the owner of a hotel. For the 5th anniversary, there was a cocktail and your dad introduced you to Jin, who worked at that time in the restaurant at the hotel. You both bonded quickly and between laughs and glasses of wine, that same night, you ended up underneath him in a suite.

After that, he would look for you often to go to simple dates like drinking coffee, bookshops and stuff like that. After two months, you two started to go to more expensive dates: he would take you to restaurants and then you would spend the night in a hotel room, doing obvious things, obvious delicious things.

Tonight was one of those nights. He usually would disappear like that, but then he would reward you with some good food and as dessert, a good fucking.

He was splendid, your father loved him because he treated you like a princess, he didn’t imagine how dirty you two would be inside a hotel room.

Your dad got home and saw you on the sofa “going to a special day with Jin today, sweetheart?” He asked smiling before kissing your head as a greeting.

“Yes, I’m waiting for him, he’s on his way,” you said smiling back.

“That’s good. Pretty dress by the way, when did you buy it? I don’t remember it.”

“Oh, it’s a gift from Jin, do you like it?” You got up and modeled it to him.

“It’s pretty, but don’t you think it’s a little revealing?” He said while eyeing the low-cut on your back.

“Jin liked it, I don't think he would’ve picked it if he thought it was too revealing,” you said a little confused. After all, your dad did worry for you and sometimes would act as the protective father.

Your father’s eyes said it all. “Well... who knows what you young people are into lately. Anyways, sweetpea, I'm going to shower and then rest,” he kissed your head again and continued, “you guys have fun.”

Maybe if it was any other guy, he would’ve added, “Don't get here late.” But since he knew Jin, he was confident he would take care of you.

A few minutes later Jin texted you, “Babygirl, I’m outside.”

You took your purse and went outside to see him inside of his Range Rover, one hand on the steering wheel, smiling when he saw you walk out of the door. You couldn’t deny how sexy this man was, he could be adorable, but when he wanted to, he could also scream SEX.

You got into the car and greeted him with a peck on his plump lips. His eyes shined from the very first moment he saw you. “You look stunning my love, wow. The dress looks perfect on you.”

“You look handsome yourself,” you replied.

“I know” he flipped his hair, “I’m perfect.” He joked, but he wasn’t far from the truth.

“Today we’re going to a new restaurant someone opened around here. I want to see their menu, to see if it’s varied. Also, I want to show you off because DAMN, you look hot in that dress.” His hair flipped on his forehead.

You laughed loudly. He was so funny sometimes. Jin was a food enthusiast: he loved to eat. You started to fear he had a food fetish or something like that. Most of his dates were to restaurants or food trucks, he simply loved food. You were sure you were getting fatter and it was all of his fault.

You guys arrived at the restaurant, hand in hand. Even though you two hadn’t established something official, he liked to take your hand and walk around without letting you go.

He asked for champagne while he looked at the menu. He asked what did you prefer and explained some ingredients to help you chose what to eat.

After a little later, you guys decided what to eat and then were waiting for the food.

Jin took your hand over the table, looked into your eyes and said: “I can’t get over the fact that the dress looks so good on you.“

You blushed, like you always do, even though you should be used to it.

“Can’t wait to peel it off you, baby,” he said with a raspy voice while caressing your knuckles in a seductive move.

You smirked seeing the darkness in his eyes. He kept playing with your fingers until the food arrived.

You guys ate and drank wine. Everything was good, but Jin was complaining because apparently “the food could be better”. He always complained about food anyways.

After he paid, he placed his hand on the small of your back, his fingers sliding your exposed back, making you shiver. You looked at him and he was already smirking. You were on the way to his car, you already knowing the destination.

When you guys were inside the car, he said, “What do you want to do now?” He placed his hand on your thigh, expecting you to say it. But you were feeling playful today, so you just said, “I don't know, whatever you want.”

“Someone’s feeling sassy today,” he said and you just smiled.

“How about we have dessert,” you said smirking, emphasizing the word dessert.

“That’s more like it,” he started moving his hand up your thigh, taking your dress with it, exposing more of your thigh.

Suddenly you jumped on him, kissing him wildly and messily, you couldn’t contain yourself anymore. You jumped to his seat, straddling him. He quickly pulled you closer, squeezing your buttcheeks, and you put your arms around his neck. You wanted him as close as possible, you missed his touch, you missed him.

He hummed between the kiss and said: “Someone missed me too much.”

“I did. Please don’t do that again,” you said panting. You sounded so clingy, you cringed at yourself but you didn’t care.

He was entertained kissing your neck, in the middle of a few kisses said, “I did tell you I’m a busy man. But you know--that as soon as I have the time--I will spend it with you.” He proceeded to bite your neck gently, stealing a moan from you.

“Do you want to continue here or do you want to go somewhere more private?” he suggested. But you wanted something different today, you wanted adrenaline, you wanted anything but a boring hotel again.

“I want something different today,” you said between a sigh.

“Where do you want to go?” he said while caressing your thighs.

“Certainly not to a hotel,”

He stopped kissing you to look you in the eyes “How about we go to my new apartment?”

“You got a new apartment?!” You couldn't contain your shock.

“Yes. Let’s use it for the first time. What do you think?” He kissed your forehead and your cheek.

“I would love that!” You said a little too excited, jumping back to your seat.

“Someone’s too excited” he said smiling. Then he started the car and you two were off to his apartment.

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You guys were at the elevator and you could feel already the sexual tension between you two. He got closer to you and back-hugged you, making you giggle. “I’m kinda hungry,” he whispered with a groggy voice, making you shiver with his breath. He squeezed you a little and you could already feel his erection on your ass.

You felt like it was taking too long, but finally, you guys arrived to the destined floor. He untangled his arms from you and walked you to the door, fishing for the key on the way. He twisted the doorknob and opened the door saying, “Ladies first,” signaling you inside with his hand. He let you in first so he could check out your ass in the short dress, you had him going crazy.

You froze at the sight of the new place. It was a big apartment with bright lights and humble furniture, nothing too scandalous. You studied everything around, he was just merely looking at you. “Like what you see?” He asked half smiling, almost mockingly.

“It’s amazing Jinnie, wow” you said dazzled. He got closer and slid his hands down your arms. “This can be our little nest,” he whispered in your ear, making you shiver.

“You wanna see the kitchen? It has a nice counter, we can make lots of dishes there,” he said, not knowing what was he implying. Anyway, he walked to the kitchen expecting you to follow him and you did. Naturally, it was empty but still looked nice.

“Are you hungry?” he asked maybe not remembering that you just got out of a restaurant.

“Seokjinnie, we just got back from a restaurant. Are you?” you said leaning on the counter.

“Yeah...” he said. It was believable, that man loved to eat. But then he continued “But for desert...” he said with a groggy voice.

He caged you between the counter and his body. He started kissing you and you responded. wrapping your arms around his neck. Between the heated kiss, he started gliding his hands down your body until he reached your legs. He pushed you up and sat you on the counter, without stopping from kissing you. His hands ran up your thighs, taking the dress with them and slid them underneath. His mouth ran from your mouth, down your jaw, until it reached your neck.

His plump lips felt like heaven working on your neck, nibbling and sucking. You tangled your legs around his waist and you felt him smirk on your neck.

“Daddy’s girl is about to be naughty huh?” he whispered in your ear.

“That’s what happens when you abandon me for so long,” you tried to accuse him.

“Baby, I was working, you know that. I have a lot of work managing these restaurants,” he proved his innocence.

You whined, “Fine.”

“What would your dad think if he knew how naughty his little girl is with his favorite guy.” Was he trying to make you feel guilty?

“He won’t care, he likes you.” You said trying to make him to shut up and trying to unbuckle his belt. He took your hands and gave them a little slap, making you let go of the thing.

“Uh uh! I’m the one in charge here.” You loved when he gets dominant.

“So that means he won’t mind if I’m drilling my cock inside his daughter’s pussy?” You moaned in response.

“Such a dirty girl, you like when I talk dirty don’t you?” You nodded and he pecked your lips as a reward.

“Get down on your feet and bend over the counter, let me see that pretty ass,” he commanded and you obliged, doing as he told. He raised your dress and let it rest on the curve of your back. To his surprise you weren’t wearing underwear, a little surprise you decided to give him.

“Oh? No panties? Is it my birthday?” He squeezed your buttock. “So naughty, what a pleasant surprise. Did you missed me that much?”

“Yes I did,” you simply answered, looking back to see his reaction. He slapped your ass hard, making you hiss.

“I didn’t tell you to look at me. Open your legs a little.” You did as told and he rewarded you caressing your buttocks, spreading them a little. “Such a fine ass,” you heard him mumble.

He ran a finger between your folds to feel if you were wet, but that was an understatement because you were soaking. He hissed, “You’re dripping, let me peel that dress off you.” He took your hair, making a tail in his hand and pulled you to him. His hands ran over your shoulders to finish in the middle of your back, where the button of your dress was. He unbuttoned it and slid it off your shoulders, letting the dress fall on your feet. His hands traveled to the fasteners of your bra and unhooked them, he took the thing and threw it to the floor too. Now you were all naked for him, except for your shoes.

He crouched and started kissing behind your thighs and down and down, until he reached your calves. He took your calf and untied the shoe, slowly slipping it off your foot. He did the same with the other shoe.

He went back up, kissing his way until he reached the back of your shoulders. “Mmmm... so delicious. I’m gonna eat you like the dessert you are.”

He kept torturing you, caressing every part of your body except where you needed him. He had you completely at his mercy, trembling of need.

“Please Seokjinnie,” you whined

“What do you want, baby?” he cooed.

“Please touch me,” you said with your eyes closed, trying to concentrate.

“Where?” he was making you say it.

“You know where.”

“Are you bratty? Do you want a spank session?” he warned.

“If that will make you touch me...” you dared.

“Oh?” He pushed you to the counter again, making you bend over.

“Where do you wanna be touched? I’m giving you a chance babygirl.”

“Touch me there,” you begged.

“Where is there? Say it or I’ll spank you.”

When you didn’t answer you felt his heavy hand land on one of your buttocks, you yelped. “You still not gonna tell me?”

“No.”

“You think because you’re daddy’s little girl I will have mercy on you.” He slapped your other buttock. “Fuck!” you moaned.

“Watch your mouth, remember we are in a new apartment, nobody knows us here. Now, tell me where do you want to be touched.” He demanded, letting his hand hit your buttock one more time.

“Fuck! Touch my clit!” you screamed in despair.

“That’s more like it,” he praised. His hand traveled between your legs and his fingers danced between your folds, but you needed more.

“Please,” you keened. He was done making you wait, his fingers spread your folds and then he started drawing circles on your clit. A sigh of relief left your lips “Yes... that’s it.” He inserted a crooked finger making you moan at the unexpected feeling.

“You like my fingers don’t you?” he said as he added one more. The sound was sinful, it was a shame of how wet you were. You were moaning really loud and he was scared that any of the neighbors would complain.

He stopped touching you, so you looked over your shoulder to see what he was doing. He pinched your thigh, making you jump, and said “I didn’t say you could look at me, you’re too curious.” And then he smiled, almost making you go soft for him. He was taking off his tie.

“Come here baby girl,” he said caressing your back. You turned around and there he was, looking all sexy, 3 buttons of his shirt undone, and with tie in hand. “Since you can't keep your voice down, I will help you.” He wrapped his tie around your head, using it as a muffler inside your mouth. He has never been like this before, but you loved this new side of him, he never ceased to amaze you.

“Now come here,” he took you by the waist and sat you on the countertop. He undid the buttons that were still keeping his shirt closed, now exposing his glorious torso, your mouth watered.

He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, letting them slide down his legs. You could see the tent in his boxers and wanted nothing more than to rip them off him. “My face is up here, princess,” he said catching you looking between his legs. He licked his lips and said “Fuck, I’m starving for you.”

“Please...” you whimpered in frustration.

“Hmmm... I just got an idea,” he said as he looked over to the fridge.

You looked at him confused but expectant of his next move. He walked to the fridge, you looked over your shoulder to see what was he doing but he caught you and said, “I didn’t say you could look, turn around.”

You heard him moving things in the fridge and then you heard the door close, followed by his steps.

He appeared with a bottle of whip cream and a smirk on his face, your only reaction was to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he asked jokingly because he was holding the laugh too.

You said no with your head since you couldn’t talk.

“Spread your legs baby girl,” he said in a breathy tone, almost making you melt on the counter. You leaned back a little so you could follow his command without having a cramp. He licked his lips when he saw you all spread for him. He took the whip cream bottle and poured some right on your clit. You shivered from the coolness and the sensation.

“Steady,” he whispered as he lowered himself to reach between your legs.

You were looking at him expectantly, your breathing heavier now. He gave you a short lick, not reaching your clit but torturing you. His eyes met yours and then he gave you a long lick, now cleaning all the whip cream and touching all the parts where you needed him. “Fuck...” you breathed out.

He poured some more whip cream and licked again. “So delicious,” he whispered, the air tickling you down there. His tongue was lapping on you furiously, the sound was making you even hotter. You held his head, pulling his hair, making him moan “Fuck baby, you taste so good.” He sucked and that’s when you screamed. He kept sucking, trying to get you to the edge. “Fuck... Jinnie..” you managed to said through the fabric you had between your lips.

You started moving with his tongue but he placed a hand on your torso to make you steady. You started feeling your orgasm and you let him know “Jinnie... I’m gonna cum...”

“What’s that baby girl? Can’t hear you well over all these noises.” He was playing with you, but he understood. When you were about to explode he stopped, making you grunt in frustration.

He chuckled and then said “Don’t cry, I’m gonna make you feel better now.” He finally took the tie off your mouth and you opened it to stretch your jaw a little.

He carried you to the brand-new bed and there he finally took off his boxers. He was so full and ready to take you, your mouth watered.

“On all four baby, let me see that pretty back,” he said as you rolled on the mattress to obey his command. You stretched like a cat, ass up, arms stretched out in front of your face, and made him catch his breath. “Fuck, that’s exactly how I want you, stay like that.” The breeze on your heat was making you jump of impatience, you wanted him already.

“Please Seokjinie, take me already,” you whined, pouty almost.

“Patience baby girl, we want to be safe, don’t we?” Saying this, you imagined what was he doing behind your back.

You felt his presence behind you, the heat radiating from his body so amazing.

His hands grabbed your ass and you were almost getting ready when you felt his tip on your entrance. He was torturing you, but your patience had ran out minutes ago, so you pushed yourself on his length, dragging a long, whiny moan from his lips. One of his hands traveled to the small of your back to hold you in place, while the other was holding the side of your buttcheek, moving you and helping you to thrust his dick.

“Fuck Seokjinie, I missed you so much,” you said out of breath.

He hummed and said, “I missed you too, baby girl,” almost as a whisper.

He continued thrusting you, increasing the pace. His balls hitting right on your swollen clit, being and extra stimulation. Moans and hisses were the only sound in the room. He started going faster, the bed moving with you too. His hand ran to your front to draw circles on your bundle of nerves. Your legs were starting to tremble and it was getting hard to keep on your knees. He noticed because he then said panting, “Lay on your back, baby. I want to see your pretty face when you cum.”

He took it out and you suddenly felt empty. You rolled on the bed again, now laying on your back on the edge of the mattress. He took both of your legs and placed them over his shoulders.

The whole scene was a sin. His body shining with sweat, his mouth agape as he did with you whatever he wanted, his hooded eyes looking at you as if you were the greatest delicacy he has ever had. God, you could get turned on by only looking at this man.

He took the base of his length and then pushed inside you again, you moaning in response. “God, you take me so well,” he whispered while looking at where your bodies connected.

In this position you could feel him hitting every nerve. He was reaching your spot just right. “Shit, daddy, you’re so good!” you said on the verge of crying of pleasure.

He was going faster by the minute, trying to make you reach your high. But you were on denial, you wanted this to last forever. He was making it impossible, as his thumb reached for your clit and started caressing it. That’s when you started feeling the tingles and started twisting. Uncounsciously you started clenchng him and that’s how he knew you were close.

“Fuuuuck.... you’re close right?” he asked in a gasp. You could only nod.

“Let it out baby, let me hear you loud and clear,” he was smirking. But you were holding it in, trying to make it last.

“Come on,” he said while slapping your clit, making you jump. “Make daddy happy, give me that cum baby girl.” He was so eager.

You let go and the knot snapped. Your back arched a little, your eyes rolled back, and your walls squeezed him like never before. You heard him moan loud and it was music to your ears. “That’s it baby girl, so good. Ugh! I’m gonna c-cum so hard...” You opened your eyes, and when your eyes met, he came. You saw how his eyes rolled back a little and his mouth opened to let out the prettiest sound.

He crashed on top of you, still buried inside you but he was too tired to even move. You started caressing his hair and he just whined a little, you loved when he was like this.

“Baby, you should... um... take it out...” you said in a sweet tone.

“Ughh... I know... let me just regain my energy...” he said on your neck.

You were cuddling on the bed, still naked, with just a bedsheet covering you. He was sleeping and you were just watching how beautiful he was. You caressed his cheek and he mumbled, still sleepy, “Are you hungry?” You giggled and said, “I’m fine, sleep. I might have to go back home though.”

“No!” he pouted and squeezed you tightly to his body. “Stay the night, I’m sure your dad won’t mind.”

“Fine... I’ll just text him so he doesn’t get worried.” You got up, all naked to get your phone that was at the living room.

“Baby, when you come back, can you get some strawberries from the fridge? I’m kinda starving,” he smiled that cute smile that make his cheeks puff.

You laughed, “Sure.”

It was 2:00 am, your dad should be sleeping by now, but still you texted him. You got the strawberries and got back to the room.

You were both eating when he suddeny said, “You know, I’ve been thinking... it’s starting to get a little lonely... I hate the feeling.”

You were confused but kept listening...

“We should get married.”

You chocked on the strawberry you were eating. “Oh my God! Are you okay? You don’t have to if you don’t want...”

When you could talk again you said, “I mean, are you sure?”

“Y/N, I love you. I may not say it often, I may not show it in the right way, but I’m pretty sure you’re the love of my life.” You felt your cheeks going red. Since when he was this romantic? “So? Would you marry me?”

“Jinnie... I would love to be your wife,” you said pecking his lips.

“You will be my queen, I will give you everything you desire and need. But you can’t be prettier than me,” of course he had to say that...

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sassycassie-s-writing · 7 years

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The Princess and the Twins

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): Avengers - Steve Rogers/Captain America

Rating: PG

Original Idea: Single Parent!AU, y’all!

Notes: (Masterlist)(About Me) This is the second LOOOOONG one in a row. (That I wrote not posted.) Wow. It just kinda ran away from me. @steverogersnotebook This is the one I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to finish! (That title sounds like a band name.)

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I sat on the bench at the station, waiting for my train. With headphones in and a sad song playing, I stared at the ground. It was my weekly existential crisis of oh-boy-what-am-I-doing-with-my-life time so I was completely lost in my own little world.

Until a little blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl boosted herself up onto the bench right next to me. She was probably four.

I paused my music and pulled my headphones out, shoving them into my bag.

“Hello,” I greeted, slightly awkwardly, as I looked around for her parents or guardians or whatever—some adults who she was with.

With any luck this kid had been taught Stranger Danger and wouldn’t say much to me, but would let me help her find her grownups while sitting on the same bench. She wasn’t crying so I assumed she hadn’t gotten lost, per se. She probably ran off, distracted by a butterfly in her mind, since the station was indoors.

“Are you a princess?” she asked me.

I looked down at her, confused but also amused, and finally got a good look at her. She was wearing an American flag shirt, frilly denim skirt with cotton shorts underneath, and Velcro kids’ Converse. There was some glittery face paint of a star on her cheek farthest away from me and she had sparkly red nail polish on her tiny fingernails.

Raising my eyebrows, I smiled at her. “Am I a princess?” I repeated back at her cheerfully. “Why do you think I’m a princess?”

“Because princesses are always the prettiest ladies! And princesses wear pretty dresses!”

I tucked the skirt of my dress slightly under my leg and put my hand on my chest. “Aw! You’re so cute. And I’ll tell you a secret.” I bent forward a little in a non-threatening way. “I am a princess!” I stage-whispered near her ear. My whole grownup life I’d done my best to encourage imagination in the children around me—my neighbors’ kids and grandkids, my nieces and nephews, my young cousins—because I felt like imagination was a resource that some people were losing but other people never ran out of.

The little girl gasped. “You are?!” she stage-whispered back in awe.

“Yes I am. But you can’t tell anyone, okay?”

She nodded. “Okay.”

“RED!” a frantic voice shouted.

The girl and I looked up, following the sound.

A handsome, six-foot-two, muscular-as-heck man pushed his way through the small crowd at the station towards us, carrying another little girl in one arm. He had the same blond hair and blue eyes as the girl sitting next to me.

When he broke through the line of people separating us from him, the girl next to me hopped down from the bench. “Dad!” she squealed excitedly, running over to him.

“Red, honey, you can’t go wandering off like that! You scared me!” the man admonished gently, picking her up in his other arm. The second little girl was probably the same age as the first, but looked frail and younger. She had brown hair and brown eyes. Her eyes were sharp even if her legs and arms were thin for being around four.

“But, but, Dad! I found a princess!” Red told the man. He looked past her small face at me. I gave an awkward single wave, just tilting my wrist down and setting my hand back on my leg. The man approached me.

“I am so sorry if she was bothering you. She’s a bit of a handful. They both are.”

I shrugged. “It’s no problem. She was no bother. I have a lot of experience with kids.”

“See, Dad?” Red pressed, trying for quiet and utterly failing. Kids were so cute. “She’s in a pretty dress, she’s pretty, and she told me she was a princess!”

“I see that, sweetheart,” the man acknowledged. He turned back to me. “I’m Steve, by the way.” He paused for a moment. “Uh… I’d shake your hand, but… my hands are full.” He looked at his hands as he spoke, each cradling one of his daughters.

I laughed and stood up, slinging my bag securely onto my shoulder. “It’s fine. A slight breach of etiquette for a good reason is no breach of etiquette at all to me,” I dismissed.

Red didn’t like being ignored, apparently, and Steve wasn’t picking up on what she was trying to say. “Dad!” she complained. “You’re a king! So you have to marry a princess to have a queen!” Her tone was full of a “duh!” tone.

Steve blushed. “Sorry,” he muttered to me. “Ever since their mom died, Red here has been determined to find me a new ‘queen.’”

I chuckled. “No problem. She’s cute.”

“Dad!” Red protested. “She’s the first princess we’ve met! Aren’t you going to at least try to make her your queen?”

“Red, sweetheart, how about I give her my phone number, and she gives me hers, and then I can let her see if she would like to meet me again?”

“Okay!” Red replied brightly.

Steve sighed and gave me a small grin as I pulled out my phone. “I’ll forgive you if you just tell me your number instead of typing it into my phone yourself,” I commented casually, creating a new contact and writing Steve into the first-name section with an American Flag emoji next to it, taking a context clue for me later from Red’s outfit.

He recited his phone number as I plugged it in, and then showed him to make sure I got it right.

“That’s it,” he informed me.

I sent him a text with my name. “And now you have mine.”

“Daddy?” the other little girl asked. “Why didn’t Auntie Nat come with us?”

“Because she wanted to stay with her other nieces and nephews for another couple days. But I wish she’d come with us because then I’d have someone else to watch you two crazy kids,” Steve replied.

“Well, what train are you on?” I wondered.

“The eleven-twenty back to New York.”

“Hey so am I. If you want, I can sit by you and keep an eye on these two. I promise I’m not a kidnapper or anything.”

He shook his head. “I couldn’t ask you to—”

“Nonsense. If I spend the ride alone I’ll just listen to music and fall into the void of What-am-I-doing-with-my-life. I’d be happy to help.”

“Well… if you really wouldn’t mind…” Steve began.

“She wouldn’t!” Red put in enthusiastically.

Her frail little sister rolled her eyes.

“Red, leave that up to the princess,” Steve chastised gently. Red pouted.

“Well she’s right. I wouldn’t mind.”

“Well, then, princess, if you’d care to join us, I’d love to escort you to the train.”

I chuckled and readjusted my bag strap on my shoulder. “I’d consider it an honor, Your Majesty,” I remarked, taking his awkwardly-offered elbow. We strolled through the station towards the train we’d be getting on. I noticed that Steve had two little backpacks slung over his shoulders that I hadn’t seen before.

“So, this is Red,” I began, nodding at the blonde little girl. “But I don’t think you told me your name, sweetpea.” I looked at the brunette entreatingly.

Wide-eyed, she looked to her dad. He smiled and nodded. “You can tell her, honey,” he murmured.

“Peggy,” the little girl told me.

Steve grinned. “Their real names are Sarah and Margaret,” he explained. “Sarah was my mother’s name. But this little one’s favorite color is red so her uncle started calling her Red and it stuck.” He gave Red a pointed glance so I knew which twin he was talking about.

I nodded understandingly. “I see. I like Red. It’s a fun nickname.”

We reached the train. Steve jumped over the gap between the platform and the interior with ease, set Red down, and offered me his hand. I took it and let him help me hop the gap myself before he scooped his obviously-more-adventurous daughter back up. “Let’s go find some seats,” he told his girls. Peggy gave a tiny little nod and Red smiled widely with a more enthusiastic nod. I followed them down the aisle of the train until Steve found an open booth with a little table and four seats. “Here alright?” he asked me.

“Of course,” I answered.

“Mind if Red sits by you next to the window so she doesn’t run off?”

I laughed and held my hands out for the blonde twin. “Not at all.” She leaned towards me. I took her in my arms and set her down on the seat next to the window before taking the aisle seat for myself. Peggy sat across from her sister and Steve sat across from me. Red blabbered about “Uncle Bucky” and “Uncle Sam”—the latter of which made me furrow my eyebrows and think of those I Want YOU posters that turned into memes—for a while and Peggy doodled on a little notebook covered in scribbles.

“Princess?” Red asked after a couple minutes, poking me in the leg.

“Yes, sweetpea?”

“What’s it like running a kingdom?”

“It’s a lot of hard work—and I’m still learning how to do it—but it makes me a good leader and a thoughtful person. I have to carefully consider my actions and make the best decisions I can with what I have to work with. It’s not an easy job, but it is a good job.”

Red watched with rapt attention—even Peggy looked up from her notebook. Steve was grinning between me and his daughter.

I felt my phone buzz in my purse.

You certainly have a way with kids. It was from Steve.

I smiled across the table at him and shrugged. “I have a lot of kids in my family that I interact with,” I explained.

“Would you mind, I don’t know, maybe joining me for dinner some night so I can thank you for being so good to these two today—assuming I can find a babysitter?”

Peggy perked up. “Auntie Nat?” she asked.

“Or Uncle Tony!” Red put in excitedly.

“Not Uncle Tony,” Steve told his blonde daughter. “Last time I let him tend you two he let you play with tools and Peggy almost took her eye out.” Red drooped a little but agreed that wasn’t a good thing.

“I’d love to go to dinner with you whenever you can find a babysitter. I’m free most nights anyway,” I told Steve quietly. He smiled.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Red started to stare out the window and Peggy went back to drawing. They were cute kids—and they had a very handsome dad. I was trying not to notice, but come on, how could one not notice? He was tall, blond, and chiseled.

Steve and I talked quietly during the ride, swaying with the movement of the train. I didn’t want the ride to end. It was just… nice. Pleasant. I hadn’t had such a good conversation with someone I’d just met in a long time. He was just easy to talk to. He had a good personality and when he listened to me talk I felt like he was really listening.

But all good things had to end. Eventually, with screeching brakes that made all four of us cringe, the train ground to a halt in the Big Apple. We were home.

After Steve and I got the girls off the train, he shook my hand. “I look forward to taking you out to dinner.”

“I look forward to joining you,” I replied.

Red looked up at me. “It was nice to meet you, princess,” she offered.

I smiled. “It was lovely to meet you as well.”

Peggy just gave me a timid wave from her dad’s arm. I waved back.

Steve took Red’s hand and the three of them went off in the opposite direction to me.

I smiled as I headed home. I liked Steve and his daughters. I couldn’t guarantee our date would go anywhere, but I kinda hoped it would. Poor guy. Single dad raising two daughters all on his own—and at such a young age too!—couldn’t have been easy.

Yeah. If the date went somewhere, maybe one day I could be the queen to his king, as Red suggested.

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bittysvalentines · 7 years

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To @stagemanagingsmh

From @beaniebaneenie I had so much fun writing this, thank you so much for the idea. In the future, I may even take this further and write a bit more with it, play in this little AU-verse some more. Thank you again, and I hope you have a lovely Valentine's Day!

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Sometimes, Bitty wasn’t quite sure how he’d gotten so lucky. Well, all right. He knew a few things about how he’d gotten here. Applying to the baker’s job at the Boston Whole Foods on a drunken whim was the start of it, really. He’d only done it to get Shitty to shut up – and to procrastinate some more on writing his thesis. Only to get called in for an interview a week later. And get the job a few days after that. Sure, he’d spent months living in Shitty’s guest room, but he’d paid a portion of rent, and eventually, when Chicago had been opening eight new stores, Bitty had been asked how he felt about a move. And a promotion to head baker.

He’d taken it, of course. Chicago had winter, but hell, so did Boston. And it had been awfully nice to truly be on his own, to really stretch his wings. He loved all his friends, he did. But living with Shitty in Boston had felt so much like an extension of college that some days, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to come into his own.

And now, here he was, sipping his coffee in Andersonville on a gorgeous sunny Chicago summer day. He’d left retail behind and had been a personal stylist for almost two years now. He had an apartment with a view of Lake Michigan. And he got to do things like this… just stroll down the street, having time to himself, able to be out of the closet and comfortable in his own skin at twenty-five years old. As he walked past the shops toward George’s – he felt like ice cream – Bitty’s eyes landed on a well-muscled guy in a tight grey tee-shirt and bright teal jeans. He could only see him from the back, but lord, Bitty liked what he saw. Andersonville had a well-deserved reputation as being a very gay-friendly neighborhood, and during the summer, the rainbow stickers and flags came out in full force.

As he got closer, Bitty could hear snatches of the conversation, and couldn’t help but listen a bit.

“-really nice of you, but uh, I’ve-” The guy in the teal pants took a small step backwards, but another guy – a bigger guy, Bitty noticed – put an arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

“What, you got somewhere to be that’s better?”

“I just- like I said, I’m flattered,” teal jeans guy said, “but I-”

“Come on,” and now Bitty was close enough to see that the other guy was sneering. “Baby, you’re obviously dressed for it. Are you really trying to tell me your twink ass wasn’t gonna get picked up?”

“I- please-”

Bitty heard the slight tremor in teal jeans guy’s voice. Oh no, this was not going to happen, not on his watch. Bitty caught the eye of one of the employees, who nodded and moved toward the pair. He knew Tim was a good guy, and he was huge… Bitty wasn’t stupid, he wanted to help, but if things got ugly, he knew he couldn’t really do much to stop the other guy.

Quickly sliding up to teal jeans guy, he let his voice get louder, putting as much force behind the volume as he could, and desperately hoping that teal jeans guy would understand that he was trying to help him.

“Oh, there you are sweetpea! I’ve been lookin’ all over for you! Definitely my fault, I thought you said we were gonna meet later, and then I was all rushed – but here you are!” He put an arm around his back, a bit higher than he normally might have if this guy were actually his boyfriend, but he didn’t want to make him any more uncomfortable than he already was. Bitty was halfway up on tiptoe to press a soft kiss to the guy’s cheek to really sell it when he froze. Bitty knew that face, even though he hadn’t seen it since his sophomore year of college.

Kent Parson.

Kent Parson was here. In Chicago. At George’s, getting ice cream. And Bitty had been about to kiss him. This revelation completely stopped him in his tracks, but for his part Kent went with it, his eyes widening slightly as he saw Bitty, but relaxing a second later as he leaned down and pressed a feather-light kiss to Bitty’s jaw.

“Hey babe,” he said softly. “Was about to text you, thanks for finding me.”

Bitty heard the unspoken thank you under this innocuous sentence.

The other guy scoffed. “Figures you’d find the one guy twinkier than you.”

Before either Kent or Bitty could say anything else, Tim growled up from behind the other guy. “We got a problem?”

Bitty smirked as the asshole went about four shades paler, and gently pulled Kent away. “Come on honey, let’s get out of here.”

Kent glanced back once, but quickly followed.

Once they were about a block away, Bitty dropped his hand, trying not to think about the part of him that missed its warm weight in his.

“Um,” Kent said, “that guy, um, is he…” he trailed off a bit, looking lost.

“Oh sure, Tim’ll be fine. He sort of acts as an unofficial bouncer, and he’s helped me out of a couple jams before. I’ve been where you were,” he explained, “honestly, it’s like men are determined to be trash across all sexualities. Ugh, I’m sorry you had to deal with that.”

Kent just gave him a soft smile. “Thanks for the rescue, Eric.”

For the second time in ten minutes, Bitty’s brain stuttered to a halt. “You- you remember me? I mean,” he added quickly, “I definitely know who you are, but back there didn’t seem like the place to say. You had enough unwanted attention and- lord, here I go rambling when I asked you a question-” A horrible thought occurred to Bitty. If Kent remembered him from Epikegster all those years ago, he probably didn’t have the best opinion of him for eavesdropping on what had been a very private conversation.

“Yeah, I remember you,” Kent said. His face has the slightest blush, but his voice seemed easy. “You were really nice about asking for selfies… and you were the only one who asked me something about myself at that party,” he said. “Well, something that didn’t involve hockey.”

Bitty didn’t want to leave the elephant in the room, but before he could say anything, Kent beat him to it.

“I uh… I also remember you from outside Zi- Jack’s room,” he said, and now Kent was blushing in earnest. “So, um. I know you probably don’t- well, thanks for helping me, especially since you probably don’t like me much.”

Kent shuffled his feet, and Bitty’s heart clenched. “Oh honey, no,” he said. Kent’s eyes snapped up to meet his from where they’d been examining a piece of gum on the sidewalk.

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better,” he said softly. “It’s okay.”

“I’m not lying though,” Bitty said. “Sure, there was a while there where I hated you,” and as he said it, Kent winced, though he looked like he was trying to hide it. That wouldn’t do. Bitty kept talking, trying to get the words out fast enough that he could erase that look from Kent’s face.

“But as I kept thinking about it, I just… honey, I realized that whatever went on, I didn’t know everything, y’know? There was a whole history there, and a door between me’n y’all… and lord knows I’ve seen Jack be a jerk. He’s been one to me enough before. And I’d be a big ol’ hypocrite if I got mad at you for saying things in the heat of the moment, goodness knows that I’ve done that before when I got mad at someone. Jack even said once that y’all both owed each other apologies… honey, I couldn’t hate you anymore for that.”

Kent looked about as lost and confused as Bitty had felt a few minutes ago. “Wow,” he said. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone be that nice to their boyfriend’s ex before,” he said, though his eyes had gone soft again and he looked grateful.

“Boy- what are you talking about, Kent?”

And Kent looked confused again. “Aren’t… you and Jack… I mean…”

Oh. Okay, now some things made sense, and as this last piece clicked into place, the knowledge that Kent was aware of Jack’s bisexuality from personal confirmation threw the Epikegster fight into clarity for him. “Kent, no… no, we’re not,” Bitty said gently.

“But – but I saw how he was looking at you. I know what that look means,” he said.

Bitty chuckled. “That makes one of us. I had no idea until he kissed me at his graduation.”

“He didn’t.”

“He did. Ran across campus and everything. But being honest? He’d never given me the slightest hint that he wasn’t straight as an arrow, and I’d gone and gotten over my crush a few months earlier. Plus, he hadn’t ever really apologized to me for all the trouble he’d put me through my freshman year.”

Kent looked like at least this sentiment he understood.

Bitty took a chance. “We’re still friends. But after a while, you know, once I was a few boyfriends into my own love life, I realized that whatever was between y'all – and lord, I am not fixing to pry into your business, that is between y'all two, not me – anyway, whatever it was, there was probably more happening than I realized. So I figured it wasn't worth dwelling on, y'know?"

Kent was looking at him with such a soft smile that Bitty felt stripped bare, open and vulnerable, but he didn’t feel exposed. The air around him felt strange, like something was happening, or beginning to happen, and whatever it was would put Bitty on a path forward.

Kent bit his lip, rubbing his neck. Then he gave Bitty a sort of hopeful grin. "So... I don't actually know what you do for a living, so feel free to tell me to fuck off... but do have any advice for how to spend my afternoon? I only ever get here for games, and like, this city is supposed to be really pretty this time of year?"

Bitty laughed. "So you visit hockey cities during the off season?"

Kent shrugged, looking a little embarrassed, but he didn’t deny it. "I don't really have anything to do until August, and I make more money than I'm ever gonna spend anyway. Might as well see the sights. I travel a lot for games, but we're never anywhere long enough to..." he paused, fingers grasping like he was trying to find the right word.

"To breathe?" Bitty supplied, thinking that if his earlier guess about Kent was correct, and he also wasn't out to his team, he could certainly understand wanting to get away from Vegas and just be another faceless tourist.

Kent nodded. “Is…” he started to talk, but then cut himself off, like maybe Bitty wouldn’t want to hear it.

“Go ahead hun,” Bitty nodded.

“…is it weird that I still kinda want ice cream?”

Bitty laughed. “No, not at all. But for obvious reasons, I think we oughta go somewhere else.”

“We?” Kent seemed more shocked by this than anything.

“Sure, hun. I was there for ice cream too.” Unless Kent wanted to be by himself? “I mean, I’m not trying to impose or anything,” he said.

“Eric, you live here.”

“Exactly,” he argued. “I live here, I can go wherever I want, whenever I want. You’re only here for a little while, I don’t wanna ruin your vacation.”

“You already saved it,” Kent said softly.

“Well then,” Bitty said, knowing by now that Kent would try to hide this unplanned admission under a layer of sarcasm, “let’s get goin’. I know another place that’s got great frozen custard and is only a half mile from the beach.”

Lord, how could anyone in the media ever think they’d seen Kent Parson’s real smile? Compared to this one, the Media Smirk™ was clearly pasted on and faker than a soccer mom’s blonde highlights.

They walked along, chatting companionably about a host of topics, both easily keeping up conversation. Bitty frequently found himself wanting to hold Kent’s hand again, which was weird, considering he’d only held it before for about thirty seconds, and that had all been a ruse anyway.

Roughly forty-five minutes later, they both had big cones of frozen custard. Bitty had chosen chocolate, but he couldn’t stop staring at Kent’s vanilla. Not because he wished he’d chosen that flavor… but because he couldn’t stop staring at Kent’s tongue as he licked long, swirling stripes around the twisted curly-que of his cone. He was positive that Kent wasn’t doing it on purpose. But lord, it was doing things to him to keep watching it. Things. Things like making him imagine what it might be like to kiss Kent.

“-beach?”

“Huh?” Bitty shook his head, dislodging the glorious image of Kent pinning him on a long beach chair and giving him cold sweet kisses that tasted like vanilla until he couldn’t remember his own name. He shouldn’t be thinking like that.

Kent smiled, giving his ice cream another lick. “You said something about a beach,” he repeated. “I mean, we’re probably like, fifteen hundred miles from the ocean in either direction, but I could definitely get us plane tickets if you’re really that desperate.”

And there was a thought. Kent probably would do it too, if Bitty asked him to. For a fleeting moment, Bitty almost considered taking him up on it… but he knew he had a client meeting tomorrow afternoon.

“Oceans aren’t the only beaches in this country, Mr. Parson,” he said, bumping his shoulder against Kent’s, and feeling a flush of warmth when Kent blushed and bumped him back. “Come on, let’s go.”

The ice cream was finished before they rounded the last block, which was good for a few reasons. Bitty wasn’t sure how much longer he could handle watching Kent’s tongue, but he also wanted to be able to fully appreciate Kent’s face when he saw the lake for the first time. He pulled out his phone in anticipation, hoping he could get a decent picture. Bitty wasn’t disappointed. They curved around from Thorndale to Sheridan and there she was, laid out in glittering deep cerulean glory.

Kent gasped softly, and Bitty stayed half a step to the side as he clicked a quick picture of the look of absolute surprise and delight on Kent’s face as he looked out over Lake Michigan. He checked to make sure the picture had taken, and gasped himself. The look on Kent’s face was so – it was – it was perfect. Bitty looked up. He had to see if the real Kent was as beautiful as the photograph.

The photograph didn’t do him justice. The line of his shoulders was open and relaxed, and Bitty followed it up to Kent’s jaw, his mouth gently curving in a delighted smile, his eyes, soft and beautiful, reflecting the bright blue of the lake, his sun-kissed freckles on his nose, and his flyaway golden hair, sunlight made substance as it blew in the soft breeze. This boy… this beautiful boy.

Without quite knowing how it happened, Bitty found his hands closing around Kent’s, who finally looked away from the lake and met Bitty’s eyes.

“Thank you,” Kent murmured. “Thank you so much, Eric. I- Today’s been-”

“Can I kiss you?” The question came out in a whisper, Bitty having asked without consciously deciding to.

Kent’s eyes went wide, his face flushing, though with embarrassment or want, Bitty wasn’t sure. Bitty watched as his eyes shifted, first going a bit grey, then green seeping in. When Kent spoke, it was in a voice even softer than Bitty’s.

“You really want to?”

He sounded so hopeful, but wary, like he expected to hear Bitty change his mind, to offer something he desperately wanted only to take it away.

Bitty couldn’t make the words come out, so he just nodded, bringing one hand up to gently brush his fingers through Kent’s hair.

Kent didn’t wait any longer, leaning down and meeting Bitty’s lips with his own, tentative and shy at first. Bitty’s eyes dropped closed as he let his fingertips slide through Kent’s hair, down his neck, gripping his shoulder. He wanted to hold Kent, to pull him closer, but he also didn’t want to lose the warmth of Kent’s hand in his.

Kent didn’t seem to want to lose it either. One of his hands found its way to Bitty’s waist and curled him closer. Bitty took the hint and pushed himself up on his tiptoes, wanting to be closer, to feel himself entirely pressed up against Kent, to feel every one of his muscles as Kent held him in turn.

After a minute – or several sunlit days, Bitty wasn’t sure – they broke apart, foreheads touching, fingers still intertwined, both breathing a bit heavy. Bitty broke the silence first.

“You got plans for dinner?” he asked, voice a bit husky.

Kent’s answering chuckle was just as deep. “Whatever you’re doing is good enough for me.”

“How long’re you here for?” he asked, meaning Chicago. But Kent’s response sent a thrill through him down to his toes, and Bitty knew that his earlier feeling had been right. This was definitely a new path, but he knew he’d be on this one for good.

“As long as you’ll have me.”

“An awful long time then.”

Kent’s kisses did taste like vanilla.

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overwatchimaginations · 7 years

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Hiya! Would you mind doing a writing with either Genji or McCree when they have lazy day at home with their s/o? Like whichever one you choose they just have a nice sweet day with their s/o and maybe they cuddle and kiss em a bit? :0c Keep up the good work running this blog!!!!

((A/N - sorry for the break! 24 hours does not seem like enough hours in a day eugh))

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Genji

Something soft stroked your cheek. You leaned into the touch, moaning softly. It travelled up the side of your face, combing through your hair. You opened one eye and saw sunlight flittering through the window. You promptly closed your eyelid, groaning and rolling over so you were facing away from the light. You heard a chuckle from above you. You peeked over your shoulder to see Genji sitting upright on the bed, leaning against a pillow with his hand still tangled in your locks.

“Come back. I was enjoying that.”

You mumbled incoherently into your pillow.

“Please?”

You sighed. You lay on your front with your head facing your boyfriend.

“Better?” You said, voice still slightly muffled from the awkward angle.

“Yes, thank you.”

You relaxed into his hand, which was now massaging your scalp. The touch travelled down to your nape, the heavenly feeling of your neck being massaged while your hair being played with was keeping you in a drowsy state. You managed to worm your hand out from underneath your body, curling it up and placing it by Genji’s hip, your fingers lightly drifting over his exposed skin.

“(Y/N).”

A grunt escaped your throat.

“Would you like some breakfast?”

You hummed in response. You had ended up falling asleep early last night, having to make Genji carry you from the sofa to the bed. However, falling asleep early also meant you missed out on dinner and you could feel your stomach slightly rumbling.

“Stay.” Your boyfriend commanded.

You weren’t in any position to say no. You were far too relaxed, stretching out like a lazy cat. The sun was warm on your bare skin not being covered by the duvet. You felt Genji climb out of bed and his little tapping all the way to the kitchen. He made noise mostly for you. Him being a ninja meant he had conditioned himself to not make noise, but after the one time you genuinely nearly shat yourself after he tried to surprise you he had made a promise to himself to make his whereabouts known to you.

Clanging came from the kitchen, no doubt the cupboard full of pots and pans was opened and it all came tumbling to the floor. You gently snorted to yourself at the thought. Genji belonged in the kitchen as much as a bull in a china shop. The two just clashed. It made you smile to think he was going to the effort to please you, though.

You dozed off into sleep, hearing a frustrated groan every now and then from the other room. Only moments seemed to pass and you were being woken by a rather enthusiastic Genji, holding a tray in one hand the other shaking your shoulder.

“Breakfast in bed.” He proudly announced.

You grinned at him. Eagerly sitting up, you looked at what he made for you. A glass of orange juice, a slice of toast with butter, a crispy rasher of bacon, fluffy scrambled eggs and two of the most juiciest sausages you had ever seen. There was also a second identical plate for him.

“Wow, I’m amazed.”“You are welcome, (Y/N).”

You leaned over and pecked him on the cheek.

“Thank you, my love.”

You were genuinely surprised with how well Genji had cooked your food. He took your plate from you when you were finished and scuffed out to the kitchen.

You threw the covers off of you and decided to throw on something comfortable. It was a lazy day today; no work, no plans, no nothing. Just you and Genji to relax. Throwing on a baggy t-shirt and some underwear, you walked into the living room and plopped yourself down on the couch.

Genji came up behind and ruffled your hair before placing himself next to you. You lay down, head resting on his lap.

“What would you like to watch?” He asked, flicking on the television. “Anything. Even if it’s that daytime telly crap.”He looked down at you, amused. You shot up a smug grin before laughing to yourself.

You loved lazy days. Especially with Genji.

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Jesse

You were flat on your back on the floor of yours and Jesse’s shared apartment, arms and legs spread out.

“Please, no more.” You begged, panting.

You were looking up at your boyfriend who was standing over you triumphantly, feet apart and hands on his hips.

“I can do this all day, sweetheart.”

You groaned. For the last half an hour or so you had been trying to escape your apartment. You had told Jesse there were just a few e-mails you had to send and then you’d be straight back. He, however, had other plans. Every time you tried to get up he would be all over you, digging his fingers into your ribs, armpits, thighs, where ever he could reach. You were incredibly ticklish, which was an absolute nightmare for you.

“I just need to run to my office and-”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he crouched down and had his large hands hovering over your dishevelled top.

“You done?” His eyebrows were raised, eyes daring you to say another word.“Please?” You whined.

He grinned wolfishly, baring his teeth.“Wrong answer, doll.”

He instantly wiggled his fingers on your ribs, making you scream while laughing. He was not relenting, you tried curling into a ball only to give him access to another area he could tickle you. Your breath became short, trying to whack his hands away and plead with your boyfriend at the same time. Only when he saw tears rolling down the side of your face did he take his hands away and sit back on his heels.

“It’s your day off, (Y/N). Work can wait.”

You brought a hand up to the corner of your eye to wipe away a tear.

“Okay. I’ll stop trying to leave.”“You sure?”“Yes.”“S'posed to be a lazy day, (Y/N).”

You sighed, slumping back into your original starfish position.

“Y'need t'learn how to switch off.”

Your eyebrows creased, frowning at the cowboy.

“Go sit on the couch ‘nd lemme look after ya.”

You lifted your hand slowly, scared to make any sudden movements which made Jesse chuckle. He took your hand and lifted you off the ground with ease. You stumbled into his arms, encasing you in a bear hug. Jesse smelt like coffee, tobacco and gunpowder. You took in a deep breath, associating him with what is now your home.

“You okay, doll?”

You nodded, not bothering to be vocal. It would have been muffled by his chest anyway. You let out a little cry as you realised his hug was a ploy to get you to the couch, your toes now only skimming the ground as Jesse waddled over. He gently placed you down and and pushed you, making you topple over. You huffed at him, crossing your arms.

He plopped himself next to you, wiggling around to get comfy. He flung his arm over your shoulder and brought you in close so you were laying on his chest, peppering kisses onto the top of your head.

“Now, stay with me. Don’t want you runnin’ off.”

You hummed, amused. Your hum turned into a mewl when he started scratching your head, your body becoming limp and relaxing into his embrace.

“There we go, sweetpea. Di'n’t I say I’d take care o’ ya?”

You kept silent, only letting out a reluctant, 'mmhm’ when he briefly took his hand away.

“Good.”

Jesse reached over and switched on the television with the remote, flicking through channels. It was for background noise more than anything, you halfway to going back to sleep because of how relaxed you were.

You hadn’t realised you had dozed off until you were being woken by a southern drawl. You buried your face into his stomach and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Darlin’, I need to make us lunch.” He repeated, laughter behind his voice.

It was indeed a lazy day, one that you had needed for a while. The thing you loved about Jesse was that he could make you switch off from work. You loved him for it.

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