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studioghibelli · 4 months

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bewitched, bothered, bewildered.

a joel miller x reader

summary: after your parents leave on a cruise for winter break, your best friend sarah invites you over to her house for the holidays. she failed to mention her father is the hottest man in the world.

warnings: best friends dad!joel, slight canon divergence as in Sarah is college aged come 2023, a big phat girthed up age gap, alcohol consumption, reader has just gotten out of a relationship, various media references, smut (fingering, female masturbation, f receiving oral, dirty talk, pet names, tiniest sir kink.) mdni!

note: this could be a series. i’m not too sure right now. let me know if you’d be interested in this as multiple parts!

You had never been to Texas before.

Tales of obnoxiously large barbecues, ten gallon hats, and vast, desert plains where rattlesnakes roamed freely filled your mind. Sticky sweet iced tea, kind old women who called everyone “honey”, and dry, arid heat were also things you associated with Texas.

And, sure, Texas was hot and humid as hell.

But it was beautiful.

While the plane made its final descent down to the Austin airport, your eyes took in the most beautiful sunset you had ever gazed upon, never before seeing oranges and reds quite as beautiful. By the time you deplaned, the deep navy of the night sky showcased millions of glimmering stars. You couldn’t remember the last time you saw so many stars. It must have been ages, but nonetheless they had ignited you with a sense of wonder.

“It’s about an hour, to my place.” Sarah warned, standing by your side as you both waited to catch sight of your luggage.

You nodded a bit, patiently looking to see your dark teal suitcase pass through the conveyor belt.

“Hey,” she nudged you in the side, causing you to glance her way. “Are you still thinking about your ex? Not good for you, so you better stop.”

“What if we were soulmates?” You grumbled, knowing how stupid you sounded. Your shoulders slumped forward. You didn’t actually think that idiot was the person you would spend the rest of your life with, but it was nice to have someone. To have… your person.

“If you two were soulmates, you wouldn’t have been broken up with. Now would you?” Sarah smiled sadly, gently patting your head. “Winter break is a month long. Who knows? Someone here might catch your eye!”

You rolled said eyes at her wiggling brows, grumbling beneath your breath. “Yeah, yeah. Maybe.”

“My dad has loads of hot guys working for him. They stop by the house sometimes, maybe you could…. I don’t know- waltz downstairs wearing a tight shirt and stick your ass out.” She wiggled her butt against you with a faux-seductive dance move.

“Sarah!” You laughed, gently pushing her shoulder.

“Dad says he should be here in about 5 minutes. Oh! There’s our bags.”

You grabbed your luggage in unison, lugging them off the machine before rolling through the crowds of people, no doubt travelling to and fro for the holidays.

“Look for a black Chevy!” She warned as you walked outside.

“I don’t know what that looks like!” You shouted earnestly, over the hustle and bustle of the pick up area.

Sarah looked at you, before rolling her eyes with a laugh. “There he is!” She waved both her hands towards a truck in the distance. You watched as it pulled to the curb, windows tinted black. When the driver door opened you heard Hank Williams crooning from the stereo, still unable to see the figure that was Sarah’s dad.

The shadow on the sidewalk was broad as it made its way towards the two of you, and when you finally dragged your eyes up, you saw Joel Miller in all his glory.

Tall, rugged, a little rough around the edges- but undeniably handsome. He wore a regular tan crew neck underneath a brown flannel, jeans spread out tight against his thick thighs, with the pointed toes of two leather boots sticking out. His dark hair, littered with strands of drool worthy gray, was slicked back from a fresh shower, one stray curl managing to sneak its way out.

And when he stepped closer, you smelled him. God, you smelled him. He wore just the right amount of cologne, and it made your knees weak. Joel smelled like woody vanilla, swirling with cracks of cardamom and whiffs of lavender tinted flowers of iris. You almost moaned. He smelled delicious.

Joel greeted Sarah, but quite honestly you were too overwhelmed to hear anything they were saying. And then he turned to you.

You.

“Hello.” He smiled a bit, eyes glimmering with something you couldn’t quite pin point. “I’m Joel. It’s real nice to have you stayin’ with us.”

You smiled. A real smile. He was kind, too? What a fucking dream. “Thank you.” After telling him your name you went to pick up your luggage, before a hand grabbed your arm gently.

His hand. Well worked, rough, calloused- an honest pair of hands that were scarred by a lifetime of hard work. Honorable hands. Sexy hands.

“There ain’t no way I’m lettin’ a pretty thing like you lift that suitcase all by herself. You’re in Texas now, honey. Don’t you know we practically invented gentlemen down here?” He joked, grabbing your bag and tenderly sitting it down in the bed of his Chevy.

You laughed, shaking your head. “I guess I’ll just let you do everything for me, since you’re a gentleman and such.” You teased. You watched the hint of a smile ghost across his lips.

“Well, you might just have to, darlin’.” With a wink that made your belly tighten, he opened the door for you, and you joined Sarah in the backseat.

“Dad, what the hell are you listening to?”

“Hank Williams.” You both said in unison. He put his eyes on you from the mirror, winking at you.

“Bring this one around more, Sarah. I like her.”

Sarah smiled, looking at you with love sparkling in her eyes. The kind of love that only existed between two bonded women, the kind of love that only two girls in a deep, genuine friendship could share. You smiled, giving her hand a squeeze.

“Dad, you know she just got dumped.”

“Sarah!” You guffawed. And that special moment was over. Tenderness now replaced with annoyance.

“Who got broken up with?”

Sarah nudged her head towards you.

“Her?!” He spoke incredulously. As if Joel could not wrap his head around the idea of someone ever leaving you.

You buried your hot face in your hands, mumbling a bit. “Was a fucking jerk.” You grumbled after a long moment of silence, pulling away from your palms to look out the window, watching the city pass by.

“Must have been, breakin’ your heart.”

“Dad, you have no clue. So it all started-” As Sarah started explaining your past relationship and breakup, you watched the backdrop of Austin rush past your window.

Beautiful buildings shimmering in the night, the distant noise of the city clamoring, vibrant grass and trees scattered about. It was stunning, alive, noisy. It was nothing like what people had described Texas as. And the only person who had called you ‘honey’ so far, was your best friend’s hot dad.

You pulled away from where you looked, coming back in to reality. Sarah was still going on and on with her drama spilling. Joel was still listening, or at least looked like he was listening. His plush lips were cemented into a tight line, eyes dark and focused on the highway ahead. He met your gaze in his rearview mirror once again, and the tightness of his furrowed brow softened momentarily. You offered him a hint of a smile, and he gladly took it.

“So, what’re you majoring in?” He asks you. You didn’t quite catch his question. You were examining how his hands looked around the steering wheel as he turned it, the way the pad of his thumb caressed the leather, the way his thighs looked spread out against the brown of the sleek seat. God. Was it normal to wish you were a fucking steering wheel?

You clenched your thighs together. You wondered if he noticed. He seemed rather perceptive.

“I’m sorry sir, what did you ask, Mr. Miller?”

Joel swallowed thickly, sucking in a sharp breath. “Joel, please. Call me Joel. I asked what you’re studyin’, back at school.”

Sarah laughed a bit, not looking up from her phone. “What isn’t she studying?”

You grinned a toothy grin at the comment. “It’s true. I’ve changed my major loads of times. I started with French, then anthropology. Now I’m stuck between film and history. There are a lot of things I love learning about. I just…. want to see the world, experience it all.” You explained softly, looking out the window as you thought. “It’s kind of hard to focus on one thing when your heart is all over the place. Y’know?”

Joel nodded a bit, clearing his throat. “You sound way smarter than me. Been contractin’ my whole life. Nothin’ special like French or history.” You giggled to yourself at the way he pronounced ‘French’, his Texan accent thick on the syllables.

“Contracting is honest work. Takes a big, strong man, you know? It can’t be easy. I admire that.” You hummed. Your eyes met once again. Joel’s tongue flicked across his lower lip, nostrils slightly flared.

Sarah was none the wiser, scrolling through her phone. You hummed a bit, settling in to your seat. By the time you looked at Sarah, she was passed out, fast asleep.

“So,” Joel began, turning on to a dirt road. You saw a few cows in the pasture fast asleep, the moon hanging above them. It looked like something from a storybook. “You heartbroken’ over this break up?”

You thought for a moment. “I don’t…. really know. It’s just weird…. it’s- it’s like I don’t know what to do with myself anymore. Like, yeah, I was cheated on, then dumped. But we did everything together. Went out, grabbed dinner, saw movies. I just don’t know what to fill that up with. I do all those things with Sarah, obviously, but it’ll still be weird. I don’t know. I’m rambling.” You huffed out a breath of air you had been holding, shrugging a bit. “Probably sounds stupid.”

“It ain’t stupid.” Joel reassured softly, his deep voice rumbled like a song through your ears, filling your mind with symphonies and day dreams. Day dreams of feeling his mouth on your own, hearing that voice from behind your back while he took you- wait, what? No! He was Sarah’s dad! You shook the thoughts away. “Don’t uh….” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Don’t feel bad for feelin’ any sort of way. Alright?”

As he pulled into the driveway of his home, you nodded slowly. “I’ll try not to.”

“Do or do not, there is no try.”

You laughed. “Star Wars! I love Star Wars.” You cooed, rubbing a hand down your cheek in an attempt to stifle your giggles.

“Sarah would never watch it with me. Been beggin’ her for years.” Joel admitted through a cracked grin.

“Well, I’ll watch it with you.”

Joel shot you that glance once more. “I’d like that.”

Was it a date? No. Surely not? Stop getting ahead of yourself! You took in a deep, shaky breath, gulping down a thick lump that had been forming. No. Calm down. There was no way.

Sarah woke up with a yawn, smiling when she realized the truck had finally pulled in to the driveway.

Joel helped you all unload your things, showing you to the guest room. “Feel free to help yourself to anything. Fridge, drinks. In the garage we got beers and some of them fruity mixers that Sarah likes. Our home is your home.” He explained, extending that Southern hospitality that you had heard so much about.

You felt your body warming up. “Thank you.”

“And, uh….” He rubbed the back of his neck, almost nervously. “I’ll be downstairs in the livin’ room watchin’ some movies, if you want to join me.”

WHAT?!

“Okay. Sure. I’d like that.” You said calmly, stiffly, and definitely not using a oh-my-god-did-he-really-say-that tone of voice. Nope. Not you. Not at all.

“Don’t feel pressured or nothin’. Just a thought.”

Before you could respond, Joel had walked through the hall and down the stairs. You threw on your pajamas, a simple pair of fleece bottoms and a tank top, rolling the thought over in your head. It would be nice, to sit next to him, hear his laugh, cast glances at his side profile. But you weren’t too sure if you could be trusted. Just out of a relationship, full of emotion, irrevocably attracted to this man….. No. No. It wasn’t a good idea. What if you did something you regretted?

So you climbed in to bed, shutting your eyes tight.

And then thirty minutes passed, and your eyes were wide open.

And then an hour passed, and your eyes were still wide opened.

What-fucking-ever.

You threw the covers off with a huff and walked out of your room, quiet as not to wake Sarah. She had had a rough finals week, and you knew she needed a good night’s rest. You on the other hand? Your body was aflame, every nerve lit up like a Christmas tree by Joel’s charming laugh, perfect hands, stern face. God. Why was he so attractive? So alluring? You buried your face in your hands as you shuffled down the hallway.

You were really doing this.

You reached the couch, and saw Joel watching the television, strong arm thrown across the back of it.

“Uhm, Mr- Uh, Joel?”

He turned to look at you, and you noticed a smirk tease the corner of his lips. “Well, hello darlin’. Started to think you weren’t goin’ to take me up on my offer.” Joel patted the empty space beside him. The couch was small, meant for two people.

You weren’t complaining.

“Yeah, well.” You let out a nervous giggle, sitting down beside him. “Couldn’t sleep, so.”

“Oh. So you’re tellin’ me I’m your rebound?” He joked.

“Yeah. Sorry… I’m real desperate these days.” You teased back, holding an embroidered pillow to your chest.

Joel chuckled a deep, beautiful, throaty chuckle, his arm not moving from the back of the couch, brushing every so often against your shoulder blades. “Do you want a drink?” He asked, turning to look at you.

“Sure.” You smiled softly at him, eyes lingering for a few beats to long. He shook his head a bit, as though he were thinking something he really shouldn’t be thinking, before looking away. A moment of awkward silence fell between you two.

Without missing a beat, he slapped his hands on his knees through a deep sigh, getting up and walking to the garage. When he came back, he had a six pack of beer in one hand, and a box of pre-mixed Strawberry Daiquiris in the other.

“Didn’t know which one to grab for you. A bit of everythin’, I suppose.” He sat the cartons in front of you, and you opted for the Daiquiri.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” He grabbed the remote, flipping through the channels. “Anythin’ sound good?”

You hummed out in thought, eyeing all the movies. “Oh! Stepbrothers! That’s a good one.”

He looked at you. “Really?” He teased dryly.

“Sarah and I quote it all the time.”

Joel nodded for a moment, before turning to you, a serious look on his face. “Did you… touch my drum set?”

A long bout of silence passed, before you took in a deep breath and looked up at him. “No.”

He furrowed his eyebrows together, clicking his tongue. “It’s just weird, cause it seems like someone definitely touched my drum set.”

“Yeah, that is weird, cause I didn’t touch them.”

You stared at each other intensely, both feigning fake anger, before you broke out into giggles. He shook his head with a chuckle.

“So, Stepbrothers then-”

“Oh!” You cut him off excitedly. “Look! The Empire Strikes Back!”

He hummed in agreement, clicking it on. You both got settled in, your shoulder touching his side, his arm thrown behind your back again. Comfortable silence blanketed the room, and you took in the scene around you.

A small living room, a flat screen propped on a wooden console that looked handmade, a nice rug spread out over the hardwood floors. There were some car magazines on the table, a pair of work boots sitting in the corner. It smelled like him, and his electrifying cologne. It felt like him, too. Masculine, woody, comfortable. It was incredible.

You had finished the box of drinks before the end of the movie, and by the time Han Solo was frozen solid in his fancy little fridge, you were crying your eyes out.

Not because of the movie.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Joel’s eyes slightly widened as he turned to you. “Hey, honey, what’s the matter?”

You sniffled, face planting in to his chest. You were tipsy, the newest recipient of a so called broken heart, and he was warm. So, so warm. Without missing a beat, Joel’s arms wrapped around you, his grip tight and secure. You had never felt more protected, more wanted, more cared for.

“Shh, it’s okay.” His long fingers ran through your hair, gentle and soothing. “Wanna talk about it?”

“I’m such an idiot.” You grumbled into his husky chest, no doubt leaving a stain of tears. “I should have seen it coming. Everyone warned me about… about… even Sarah knew. But I didn’t listen. And now I’m here, crying to my best friend’s dad who is way too hot for his own good, full of all these feelings, and-and-….. oh, fuck.” You realized what had spilled from your mouth, pulling away sheepishly and stuffing the pillow in your face.

Joel sat for a moment, wordlessly, slowly looking at you. He gently pushed the pillow away before his index and thumb grabbed your chin, demanding and gentle, tilting your gaze to meet his own. “Too hot for my own good, huh?”

Your face heated up with embarrassment. You wanted to recoil away, maybe throw up a little. You wanted to climb beneath the couch and die there. Anything but own up to your words.

“It’s okay. Think you’re the first of Sarah’s friends to get a little crush on me?” He joked softly, gently rubbing his thumb across your cheek.

A pinch of jealousy surged through you. It wasn’t making you feel any better. You sniffled loudly, your eyelashes fluttering.

“I will say, you are the first of Sarah’s friends I’ve…. well, you’re beautiful. And smart. And, you know.” Joel paused, clearing his mind. He was usually much better with his words. “Look, darlin’. I like you, a lot. And I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you or anythin’, but I can help with that broken heart of yours.”

A gulp of air caught in your chest. With shaking hands, you gently grabbed his own, pulling him closer to you. A deep breath, and then: “Please. Help me forget.”

Joel chuckled, his palm dragging down the side of your body. “I can do that.”

His lips met yours. Hungry, passionate, deep. Joel kissed you like he’d never kiss again, and you happily let him, lips parting, heart mending. He pushed you down onto the soft couch with his weight hovering above your own, fingers tangling into your hair. He wanted you. All of you.

“Can I touch you?” He asked softly, hand moving down to your pajama pants.

“Please.” It came out choked, a plea, a prayer.

He pushed your pants down, allowing you to kick them off, before his palm found your core. Hot, soaked, weeping for him. He groaned, gently rubbing your swollen clit from behind the material of your underwear.

“God damn, girl.” He smirked, eyes darkening. “This all for me?”

You nodded meekly, the inside of your cheek caught between your molars. “Touch me.” You begged.

“Here?” He whispered, his thumb dragging across your soaked slit, over the cotton material.

“Anywhere. Just, please- make me cum.”

“Oh, I’ll make you cum alright, girl. But you’re going to have to stay quiet for me, okay?”

“Okay.”

He pushed your legs back, slipping between them as he lowered himself, now face to face with your pussy. Joel slipped your underwear to the side, his tongue sweeping across his lower lip, before leaning forward and taking your clit in his mouth. You shuddered at the contact, groaning softly.

“I think,” he whispered quietly, your ears straining to hear him, “I want you to rub this pretty clit while I finger fuck your pussy.”

You groaned softly, eyes blown wide and dark, as you slowly sat yourself up on your elbows. “Ye-yes sir.” It just slipped out. You were too horny to care.

A guttural hiss seeped through his teeth. “I like that.” He warned deeply. “Go on, rub it for me.”

You lowered your shaking hand, the tip of your index slowly tracing up the length of your clit. It was screaming, begging, throbbing for any semblance of pleasure.

Joel’s eyes were on you.

He was inspecting your every movement like a panther stalking its prey, eyes full of lust, tongue dripping with desire.

You took in a sharp breath before rubbing your bud between your index and middle finger, a soft breath leaving you.

“Good girl. Good girl.” He praised, middle finger sinking in to your tight cunt. Joel sighed out a string of curses. “You’re fuckin’ tight, baby. That little pussy is drippin’ for me.”

“For you.” You whispered.

He looked up at you as he kissed your thigh, biting down on the soft, supple flesh. “You’re fuckin’ delicious.”

You threw your head back at his words, hips bucking. You felt your orgasm growing nearer, stomach tensing. Joel pushed your hand away, and you jerked your head to look at him, so quick it almost gave you whiplash.

“Sorry, I just can’t help myself.” He leaned forward, sucking at your clit again, his tongue swirling and flattening against it. Joel knew what he was doing.

As his finger still hit inside of you, you brought your hands down to his hair, tugging at his curls, the once slicked style now rampant and messy. You tried to stop yourself from moaning too loud, fearful of waking Sarah, but how could you not?

Joel fucking Miller, the most attractive man you had ever laid eyes on, was worshipping your pussy. You shivered, thighs clenching.

He was worshipping your pussy.

His hot tongue felt like Heaven against you, and Joel was eating you like a starved man, like your cunt was the nectar of the gods. He did what your ex had never done before- he made you feel wanted, made you feel desired.

Joel moaned into your pink flesh, sucking and licking, nibbling and swirling, until your stomach grew tight with a looming climax.

God, he was good at this.

“Gonna cum. G-gonna cum, Jo- oh, oh. Oh.” You hummed out in relief as your orgasm washed over you, eyes widening as he continued licking, sucking, finger fucking- he didn’t care that you were getting sensitive. All he cared about was you. Your sweet pussy, delicious cum, soft folds- he wanted all of it.

“Fuck, you taste good.” He whispered, bringing himself away from your core. “Sweet little thing, ain’t ya?”

Your cheeks heated, and you slowly sat up, legs still shaking. “Jesus Christ.”

Joel chuckled, reaching towards you as he fixed a few strands of messy hair. “Yeah, Jesus Christ.”

You stared at one another for a moment before he tackled you with a deep kiss, hungry and crazed. You wasted no time kissing back, feeling the outline of his cock on your bare thigh. You gasped for air at the touch, already knowing he was big, thick, perfect.

Your hand was moving towards his shirt before the hallway light switched on.

“Fuck. Here.” He tossed you your pants and you quickly slipped them on, resuming your positions on the couch as normally as possible.

As Sarah walked down the stairs, your chest tightened with a sudden realization.

This was going to be a great winter break… if you made it out in one piece, that is.

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cherryredstars · 11 days

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Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x mafia!fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Penetrative Sex

Summary: Bad girl, good guy.

A/N: Requested by @shadofireshinobi! Thank you. love!!

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Fuck, it's cold.

Miguel shrugs up the large bubble jacket higher up his body, the warm material meeting his chin as he turns into the narrow alleyway. His head is ducked down, yet white puffs of breath appear in front of his face. He sniffles as he looks behind his shoulder, the street lights getting dimmer the further he goes. He looks forward again with a sigh, stopping in the middle of the alleyway.

It's quiet. There aren't even any cars on the main road behind him. He can hear the dripping of water from earlier rain as it hits the ground, echoing against the brick walls. He looks up the walls, not spotting anything in the darkness, even with his enhanced senses. He shivers, shrugging in his jacket again. His lips thin, and he turns back around to the alley's entrance.

He doesn't get very far.

"Are you lost?"

The voice is silky smooth, and he can feel a pleasant feeling vibrate up his spine. He turns slightly, his head tilting up. She stands right above him on a creaky fire escape. He isn't sure how he didn't hear her, but he isn't surprised either. He turns fully to face her, his heart bounding.

"Yeah, think you can help me?"

He can hear her amused chuckle, watching her shadowed silhouette. She walks towards the end of the fire escape, a large groan sounding before rusted clicks fill the small space as the ladder falls. Miguel walks over, climbing it easily. She's waiting at the top for him, and he pauses to look up at her. A gust of wind blows, making her hair and nightgown sway. It makes Miguel's mouth dry and he swallows.

"I thought I told you not to wear that here."

Her voice disrupts his thoughts, and he huffs as he finally stands in front of her.

"Just got off duty." He says, shoving his hands in his pocket. "It's a bit cold to be wearing that out here."

He nods at her outfit, the end of his chin pointed at her. She rolls her eyes, her hand leaning on the railing as her hip juts out.

"It won't get me killed." She says in distaste, her eyes scanning his visible suit to signify the meaning of her words.

He chuckles at that, knowing how right she is. She pushes past him, going to the open window. She slips in, and Miguel bends down to follow her in. It's much warmer in the small apartment. It's not technically her's, just a small place she rents for these meet ups. The money she spends on it gets lost in the expenses of her shopping, but Miguel doesn't think her father or brothers would care too much if they found out she rents it. They would surely get mad if they found out why.

She closes the window behind him, and he takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around her. He leans down, trailing kisses along her shoulder as his hand slips to the edge of her dress. It ends up against her thigh, the soft skin melting into smooth silk and lace. She hums as she moves her head to the side, giving him room to explore her neck. His teeth nip lightly over where her pulse is, causing a pleased sigh to escape her lips.

"Missed you," He mumbles against her skin, his hand slipping under her dress.

His hand skims over her thighs and up to her stomach, resting against the warm skin. Her hand lands over his on the fabric, her body pushing back against his own. Her other hand finds it's way into his hair, pulling his head slightly so their face to face.

"Don't be cute." She smiles teasingly, "Don't think I didn't see you on that rooftop two days ago."

His cheeks flush at the mention. He wasn't trying to follow her, he just happened to stumble upon the scene. He didn't know all that noise was her and her brothers dealing with... business. But, it was good business! Honestly, the world could do without two corrupt CEOs. At least, that's what he tells himself.

Her nose bumps against his, and his eyes dart down to her lips. She has that pretty lipstick that he gifted her a few visits ago on, and he subconsciously licks his lips. Her smile widens, leaning forward to kiss him. He instantly moans, closing his eyes and holding her tighter. He only lets up when she moves to turn, wrapping both of her hands around his neck as the kiss deepens.

He almost trips when she makes him move backwards, walking him until the back of his legs hit the edge of the couch as he throws his coat to the floor. He collapses heavily onto it, tearing the two apart, He looks up at her as she goes to straddle his lap, his hands gripping her waist. She flips her hair to the side, smiling down at him before she leans down to his neck. He groans softly as he tilts his head back, his eyes closing as her lips suck and kiss at his neck. His brows furrow in a silent moan as she grinds against his already hard cock.

Even if his hands weren't under her dress before, he can feel the fact that she was no panties on. The warm mound of her heat rubs against the technological material of his suit, his hips bucking up to meet her moves. She giggles against his neck, pulling away as his lashes flutter open. He has that silly, hypnotized look on his face. She can't help but smirk down at him, the silly little spider that's absolutely smitten with her.

She cups his cheek, stroking the slightly stubble-graced skin. He leans into her touch, eyes practically glowing with hearts as he looks up at her.

"Get rid of the suit, Miggy." You whisper down at him, biting your lip as he gives you a small nod that turns into enthusiastic nodding as your words click.

It recedes in seconds, and both you and Miguel moan as his weeping tip just barely skims over your folds. His eyes drop down, huffing when the ends of your dress block his view. You smile slightly at the pout on his face, your hands slowly grabbing at the ends of your dress as your bring it up to your waist. The second your pretty pussy is revealed to him, Miguel's breath catches.

It rushes out of him instantly when you slowly sink down on him, a choked moan parting from his lips as your warmth pulsates around him. His hands grip your thighs tights, his eyes snapping up to your face. You're looking down at where you two meet, but you meet his eyes once you feel them on you. You smile lazily at him, smirking when his face contorts as you begin bouncing on his cock.

His mouth drops open in breathless moans, his eyes dreamy as he studies your face. You bite your lip as the tip of his cock presses against your cervix, your own moan filling the room. Miguel whimpers up at you as you clench around his cock, eyes rolling back with a groan as you buck your hips. You giggle at how easily it is to make him go crazy, leaning down to quite him down with a kiss.

He hums against your lips, eagerly returning the kiss as he squeezes your thighs tights. You can feel that pleasant burn of an orgasm forming in the bit of your stomach, and your trail your hands down until they land on top of his. You silently move his hands up to your waist, and he makes quick work of bouncing you on his dick, already used to the silent command. You moan against his lips, pulling away and throwing your head back as your hands land on his shoulders in support.

A pleased gasp leaves you as you feel Miguel's warm mouth wrap around your nipple through the silk, a desperate noise leaving him. He can feel your walls tightening around him, and he sucks harder on your covered nipple to distract himself from the twitching of his cock. He wants- needs- you to come first, his hips hammering up into you. You're surprised your lip isn't bleeding from how hard you're biting down on it, but it finds relief when the band inside of you snaps.

A loud moan is directed at the ceiling as you come, your pussy clamping down on him as he stills. He pants out your name as he spills inside of you, the feeling dizzying. You giggle at the fucked out look on his face, gently easing yourself off of him. He leans his head against the back of the couch, taking his time in catching his breath. You hover just over his lap, pushing the hair out of his face with a smile.

You have him right where your family wants him.

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elizabethemerald · 11 months

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Don't Sneak up on People with Swords

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2 made a prompt about Danny sneaking up on Jason Todd and @sky00asara made a comment in the tags about what would happen if Danny did that to Talia. So here is my version of that! Enjoy.

Talia al Ghul watched her beloved from afar. He was out, again patrolling his city for those he considered wrong doers. Her son was by his side. She scowled at how Damian’s fighting style had changed, softened in the company of her beloved. Despite her love for the man under the cowl, he had a tremendous ability to take even the most ruthless of killers and change them to spare the undeserving. He had even tried it with her.

She was hidden on the roof of an abandoned tower nearby. The tower had succumbed to fire and was now condemned until the city got around to destroying it properly. For now it made the perfect place for her to observe her beloved and her son work undisturbed.

“Excuse me?”

Talia whirled, drawing her blade as she spun. Her blade moved fast enough to almost cut the air itself yet the small shape ducked under her stroke and back-pedaled quickly to move out her range.

“Jeez! Why is everyone in this city so jumpy!”

The voice more than anything made her realize that the person who had somehow snuck close enough was an actual child. Their black hair and blue eyes made her wonder if this was another of her beloved’s adoptees. Except surely this boy was too young to catch Bruce’s eye?

“Well maybe you should not sneak up on people?” Talia hissed, her voice soft yet stern. To say nothing of how a child who couldn’t be older than five had snuck up on her at all.

“Well maybe you shouldn’t brood on the roof of my home!” The child snarked back, just like one of the Bat’s brood would, completely unafraid of the blade still in her hand. Talia raised an eyebrow at him then looked around at the burnt skeleton of the building they were standing on.

“This building is not fit for human occupation.”

“Neither was the last place I lived.” He said dismissively. “This place hasn’t even killed me yet, so it’s practically a paradise.”

She was tempted to take the child’s words as sarcasm, yet something in the way he spoke made her think he meant it more truthfully.

“You’ve died before?” Talia asked. She relaxed her hold on her blade, allowing it to rest at her side.

“Oh yeah, I die all the time.” He said, then he looked at her curiously tilting his head first one way, then another. “You’ve died too, huh?”

She nodded, now examining him closely, looking for the signs she would recognize. She could see the hint of a scar on the boy’s palm that might have caused a death.

“What is it with this town that so many people have died and come back?” The boy asked, apparently rhetorically as he didn’t let her answer. “First the stabby Robin, then the stabby Batgirl, then Batman, and even Red Hood. It’s like everyone I run into is contaminated.”

Talia’s eyes widened.

“You can sense those who have utilized the Lazarus Pits?” She would have to inform her father about this child. He could put the entire League of Assassins at risk. The child before her just shrugged.

“I have no idea what that is. Red Hood mentioned some kind of pit as well, but I’ve never seen anything like that. I just know y’all are contaminated with ectoplasm, though not enough to make a core.”

“What is this… ectoplasm?” Another name for the Lazarus Waters? Had there perhaps been a Pit outside of League control? In the midwest somewhere based on the boy’s accent.

“Oh it’s this stuff.” He held his hand out and Talia couldn’t help keep her expression of shock withdrawn despite all her training as his hand filled with the glowing green light of the Pits. He held the Pit Water in his hand then tossed the glowing orb to his other hand in a half juggle as if he weren’t carrying the League's greatest secret and weapon.

Nevermind telling her father about this child, he could never learn of him. If Ras had the power this child had under his control the world would never survive. There was only one option. She needed to train this child to wield this strength. With the stealth he displayed in sneaking up on her and his power over the Pits themselves he could make an assassin like the world had never seen. He could be the next Head of the Demon under her guidance. She knelt down to the boy’s level, slipping her sword back away as she did so.

“Tell me, young one. Are you living in this death trap of a building all by yourself?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry, I’ve got it taken care of. I know I’m little, but that just means people are less likely to notice me. I’m able to steal all the food I need from that big box store down the street.”

“Oh of that I have no doubt. My name is Talia al Ghul. What’s yours?”

“Hmm. I’m Danny.” The boy seemed hesitant to trust her, which to be perfectly honest was probably a very smart thing to do, but at least she had a name for this gift of Lazarus.

“Danny, how would you like to come live with me? You won’t have to steal any more, or worry about food ever again, and I could train you how to fight even better than the Bats.”

He narrowed his eyes at her, looking her over closely.

“Would I get a sword?”

“If a sword is what you want, then once you were trained in its use I would acquire one for you.”

Danny looked like he was about to nod, but then he froze, his head tilting to the side as if he was listening to something. His eyes widened and Talia tensed.

“Uh-oh. Fruit Loop incoming. I gotta go.”

Talia half turned as she heard the sound of one of her beloved’s grappling lines catching on the building’s edge. By the time she had turned back to face him, Danny had completely vanished. She hadn’t even heard him leave. She stood and scowled as her beloved landed on the rooftop next to her.

“Talia.” He grunted at her, glaring all the while.

“Beloved. Must you ruin every nice thing in my life?” Talia snarled back. The boy, Danny, had the gift of Lazarus at his beck and call and Batman had scared him off.

Bruce looked momentarily stunned at her fury, but quickly hid it behind his mask. However Talia couldn’t care less about her beloved right now. She just needed to lose him so she could return to find the boy. The boy who would change the world with his power.

#danny fenton #talia al ghul #dp x dc #batman #kid danny #deaged danny #talia is like this is my kid #he can be damian's brother #Danny does not want to get a new dad #a new mom on the other hand #I also had an idea where Jazz came out to check on danny #and fought talia to protect danny #and talia is like ooh two for one special #I get a new daughter and a new son #I can train both of them to over throw ras and batman

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paring: logan sargeant x fem!reader summary: your boyfriend's fans are suspicious of whoever is behind the account that defends him, even if it means attacking others writer: honestly doing this because if I start saying everything I'm thinking about what Logan is going through I'll go to jail, they don't even know the existence of the words I'm thinking now

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F1 🚨 BREAKING 🚨 Alex Albon to race in Logan Sargeant's car or the reaminder of the weekend. Albon's chassis was heavily damaged during FP1 and a third one is unavailable. Sargaent will sit out of the Australian Grand Prix.

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hamiltonmyking personally i think if you crash your car you don't deserve to take someone elses

alobonoaxx maybe if you are good they don't take your car loscarfun maybe if u are good don't crash your car then lillechair you should stop fueling the enmity between the two, it doesn't seem to be very easy for anyone at williams

reminnipredestinado the level of disrespect is astonishing

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maxmillian Logan was doing so well in those trainings, he as happy and confident

reputationsargeant p14 and p13, he should be feeling amazing albonothinker what a bucket of could water the threw at him

williaamsfandom James Vowles, that was so wrong of you bloody hell

russelalexxie nothing surprising with again another team neglecting the second driver like that lecleccharlie and yet we expect more from James

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lovedbywaaags are we all seeing Logan's girl liking comments here?

ynloggielchild she was always overprotective of him, I don't think it will be any different now mercgirlies she and jenson must be hugging the hell of him right now, he needs

jessymrsbutton gotta feel for logan, that is so increbily harsh on him. hope alex can pull off a decent drive and points finish

hamiltonthinker Funniest possible outcome is Albon crashes in the race as well

milliansaaainz bruh??? tf was this team decision? okay, Alex is better overall but you can't get Logan out of his car cause his colleague crashed his down

1644loverera were they really not prepared for something like this on the track best knwon for this kind of thing

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lover.sincerely unprepared team and then wait for the driver's results, honestly idots, if you're not prepared to be a team don't waste time or money on it.

sargeanthourly yourusername burner account is back

first story responses in instagram dm

ynloganluvchild mother comforting father

ynthinker huuug him for us mother

havanauuhlala HOW CUTE

rappf1loover not you attacking people on twitter with him cuddle up on you

kikagaaasly i loveeee you both so much

loganthinker our boy must be so sad right now

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chuusargieln JENSOON

alobonowillli THIS MAN IS FATHER

logansargeantfanclub question, he was with Logan's cell today??

yourusername we confiscated it for the day, this picture came from logan's logansargeantfanclub OMG YOU ANSWERED, hey can you hug our boy while you attack williams on burner yourusername will do, dear

logansargeant i look so good on this picture

As Logan lay atop his girlfriend, the weight of the day settled upon him like a suffocating blanket. It had been a grueling day, one filled with the relentless pressure of decision-making and the constant battle against his own insecurities. Each choice made by his team seemed to amplify his doubts, casting shadows of uncertainty over his every move. The fatigue that coursed through his body was more than just physical; it was a weariness that permeated his very soul. Despite his best efforts to remain composed, the cracks in his facade had begun to show. He had fought back tears as he grappled with the gnawing sense of defeat and betrayal that gnawed at him from within.

Now, as he lay nestled against his girlfriend's neck, Logan felt the weight of his burdens lift ever so slightly. Her presence was a balm to his weary spirit, offering a refuge from the storm raging inside him. He buried his face against her skin, seeking solace in the warmth of her embrace. Her arms enveloped him in a cocoon of love and understanding, providing a sanctuary from the chaos of the outside world. In the soft cadence of her breathing, he found a sense of peace he had been desperately seeking. For a moment, the tumult of his emotions was silenced, replaced by the gentle rhythm of their shared heartbeat.

But even in the safety of her arms, Logan could not escape the relentless assault of his own thoughts. Doubt and insecurity still clawed at the edges of his consciousness, threatening to pull him back into the abyss. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to block out the noise of his fears. And yet, amidst the darkness, he found a flicker of hope. It was the realization that he was not alone, that he had someone by his side who loved him unconditionally, flaws and all. With that realization came a newfound strength, a resolve to face his demons head-on and emerge victorious.

As he lay there, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin, a sense of unease lingered in the air, palpable even in the silence that enveloped them. He was acutely aware of the tension radiating from her, the subtle tremor in her fingers betraying the turmoil brewing beneath the surface.

He knew all too well the signs – the furrowed brow, the clenched jaw – that signaled her engagement in a battle, not just against faceless adversaries on social media, but against those who dared to assail him, to challenge his worth or question his choices. She was his fierce protector, his unwavering shield against the arrows of criticism and doubt. Despite the risks it posed to her own reputation and standing in the public eye, she never hesitated to come to his defense, to stand up for him even when it meant facing the wrath of the online masses. Logan couldn't help but marvel at her courage, at the depth of her loyalty and devotion. As he lay there, his senses attuned to every subtle shift in her demeanor, Logan noticed the telltale pause in her typing, the cessation of the incessant click-clack of keys on her cell phone. Instead, her hand drifted through his hair, a gesture both soothing and tender, as she released a frustrated sigh.

The words that followed were muttered under her breath, a barely audible expletive that spoke volumes about her state of mind. "Fucking idiot", she murmured, her voice tinged with a mixture of anger and exasperation, directed not at him, but at the unseen adversary on the other end of the virtual battlefield. In that moment, Logan felt a surge of gratitude wash over him, mingled with a pang of guilt. Guilt for the burden he unwittingly placed upon her shoulders, for the battles she fought in his name, and for the sacrifices she made to protect him, even at the expense of her own peace of mind.

Logan's awareness of his girlfriend's secondary account was not born out of snooping or suspicion but rather from a moment of transparency and trust. It was a measure of protection, a sanctuary where she could speak her mind freely without fear of reprisal or judgment. He remembered the conversation vividly, the moment when George had suggested the idea as a safeguard for her reputation. She had hesitated at first, reluctant to cloak herself in anonymity for the sake of preserving appearances. It wasn't her style to hide behind a facade or to suppress her thoughts and feelings. Her authenticity was one of the things Logan cherished most about her – her ability to speak her mind, unfiltered and unapologetic.

But when George broached the subject again, this time in the context of defending Logan's honor against the onslaught of online trolls and haters, something shifted within her. It was as if a dormant ember had been reignited, a fierce protectiveness rising to the surface. And so, with a sense of determination, she had created the secondary account, not as a means of deception, but as a tool of empowerment. It was a platform where she could unleash the full force of her wit and intellect, where she could confront those who dared to diminish the man she loved. Logan had never asked her about the account, respecting her need for autonomy and privacy. But he couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude and admiration for her unwavering loyalty and courage. She was a force to be reckoned with, a fierce defender of his honor and integrity.

As he lay there, his head cradled in her arms, Logan couldn't help but marvel at the depth of her devotion. She was his fiercest ally, his staunchest supporter, and he was grateful beyond words for her unwavering presence in his life. And as he listened to her muttered expletives and felt the gentle caress of her hand through his hair, he knew that together, they could weather any storm that came their way. As Logan whispered a heartfelt "thank you" against the soft skin of her neck, his voice barely audible amidst the tumult of emotions swirling within him, he felt a surge of gratitude welling up from the depths of his soul. His face remained hidden, shielded from the world by the sanctuary of her embrace, yet his words carried the weight of his appreciation for her unwavering support.

In that moment, as his breath mingled with hers, he felt her body tense slightly, a subtle shift in her demeanor that spoke volumes about the impact of his words. And then, as if in response to his silent gratitude, he felt her hand release the cell phone, the device dropping to the floor with a soft thud. Turning her full attention to him, she wrapped him in a tight embrace, her arms a reassuring anchor amidst the storm of his emotions. "What did you say?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern, her eyes searching his for any sign of distress. For a moment, Logan hesitated, unsure if he should reveal the depth of his gratitude or if he should keep it locked away in the depths of his heart. But then, meeting her gaze, he found the courage to speak his truth. "I said thank you", he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Thank you for always being there for me, for defending me even when it's not easy."

Her eyes softened, a tender smile gracing her lips as she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "You don't have to thank me, my love", she replied, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "It´s the bare minimun of my job as your wag, you know? love you, cherishe you, be there and kick some assholes asses on daily bases, that's what makes me president of the Logan Sargeant's fanclub" . Logan couldn't help but chuckle at her response, the tension of the moment giving way to a lightness that lifted his spirits. "Are you the president now?" he teased, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. "Do you have a whole fleet of social media accounts dedicated to worshiping me?"

He knew she didn't, of course. Her loyalty and devotion were genuine, not born out of obligation or duty, but from a deep-seated love that transcended any need for public adulation. And yet, there was something endearing about the thought of her as the president of his fan club, tirelessly defending his honor against all comers.

As he traced light kisses along her neck, eliciting a musical laughter from her lips, Logan couldn't help but marvel at the ease with which she could lighten the mood, even in the midst of their most intimate moments. Her laughter was infectious, a tonic for his weary soul, and he found himself drawn to the sound like a moth to a flame. As Logan peppered her neck with light kisses, each one carrying a whisper of his affection, he felt the weight of his emotions pressing upon him, urging him to speak the words that had been lingering in his heart for so long. Amidst the tender caresses and the soft laughter that filled the air, he leaned in close, his lips grazing against her skin as he whispered those four simple words: "I'm going to marry you."

It wasn't a question or a proposal, but rather a declaration of his unwavering commitment, a promise forged in the fires of their love. He had always known, deep down, that she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. But as the years passed and their bond grew stronger, that desire had blossomed into a fervent longing, a yearning to keep her by his side for all eternity. In a world where friendships faded and relationships crumbled, she had been his constant, his rock amidst the shifting sands of life. While others moved on with their lives, leaving him behind in their wake, she had remained steadfast and true, a beacon of light in the darkness.

And so, as he whispered those words against her skin, Logan felt a surge of emotion welling up within him – a mixture of love, gratitude, and hope for the future. For in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of her embrace, he knew that he had found his home, his sanctuary, his everything. As she turned to him, her eyes shining with unshed tears, he knew that she understood the depth of his commitment, the magnitude of his love.

As Logan whispered those three cherished words, "I love you", against the tender skin of her neck, he felt as though he were baring his soul to the universe. In that moment, every ounce of his love, every flicker of his devotion, spilled forth like a river bursting its banks, flooding the space between them with an overwhelming sense of intimacy and connection. For him, those words were more than just a declaration of affection; they were a testament to the depth of his feelings, a vow to stand by her side through thick and thin, through every triumph and trial that life might throw their way. With each syllable, he poured out his heart, laying bare the raw essence of his love for her.

And as the words hung in the air, suspended between them like a delicate thread, he felt a surge of emotion welling up within him – a potent cocktail of vulnerability and exhilaration, fear and hope, all intertwined in the tapestry of his emotions. When she whispered those same words back to him, her voice barely more than a breath against his skin, Logan felt a swell of joy rising within him, buoyed by the knowledge that his love was reciprocated, that his heart beat in perfect synchrony with hers. And so, with a tenderness born of reverence, he finally pressed his lips to hers, sealing their love with a kiss that spoke volumes of their shared bond. In that fleeting moment, as their lips met in a sweet communion of souls, Logan knew that he had found his true north, his guiding light amidst the darkness of the world.

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logansargeant My Dearest, I find myself overwhelmed by the depth of emotion that courses through me, like a river flowing endlessly towards the sea. For you, my love, are the anchor that grounds me in this tumultuous sea of life, the beacon of light that guides me through the darkest of nights. With each passing day, my love for you grows stronger, deeper, more profound. It is a love that knows no bounds, that transcends time and space, reaching across the vast expanse of the universe to find its home in the sanctuary of your heart. You are my rock, my solace, my everything. In your arms, I find comfort and strength, a refuge from the storms that rage within and without. Your love has transformed me, shaped me into the person I am today, and for that, I am eternally grateful. Every moment spent in your presence is a gift, a precious treasure to be cherished and savored. Your laughter is music to my ears, your smile a ray of sunshine that banishes the shadows from my soul. And when you look at me with those eyes – eyes that hold the wisdom of the ages and the innocence of a child – I am reminded of the boundless beauty that exists in this world. I want you to know, my love, that you are the center of my universe, the axis upon which my world revolves. With you by my side, I am invincible, unstoppable, capable of conquering any obstacle that stands in our way. So, my dearest one, I pledge my love to you, now and for all eternity. Know that my heart beats for you and you alone, that my soul sings your name with every breath I take. And though mere words could never fully capture the depth of my feelings, know that they come from the deepest recesses of my being – your lover, sincerely and forever yours.

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yourusername oh I’m gonna ugly cry right now 😫😫

logansargeant I'll be here to dry your tears, the bare minimum as your boyfriend ynloggieluv JUST MARRY ALREADY luvlogaan WE BEG

georgerussell63 okay rude? Where is my credit for writing the text for you?

russalobono GEORGE WHO WROTE IT?

georgerussell63 Of course, do you think an American could write that? love.sincerely shut it, stingy from lazytown, you just helped

alex_albon Do you happen to know what making us in a relationship look like?

carlossainz55 not good, that’s for sure charles_leclerc Does he charge to write one of these for me?

lovingwags THE LUCKIEST WAG ON THE PADDOCK????

logansargeant I beg to differ, I'm the luckiest person in the paddock, just to have her to call mine williamsgiirls drivers with the Mercedes symbol on their clothes putting the bar up there

jensonbutton amazing text kiddo, I won't be reading all of this, but I'm sure it's amazing

oscarpiastri I will forever be proud of myself for helping bring this couple together

spicegirlies3 Are we just going to ignore that he just assumed that his girlfriend is the one who has been defending him and attacking others?

lilymhe THAT’S HOW YOU MAKE MY GIRL FALL FOR YOU??? damn you good

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lover.sincerely I think it's finally time to retire and delete this account, the last comment made on it will be to make it clear how much I love you, how much you deserve everything good that comes to you, Logan Sargeant, you are the most special man of the world. I would also like to make it clear to fans, all the hugs you asked me to give, I am giving, he will never leave my arms, don't worry, I will always be here to take care of our boy, just like I know you guys also will be. — your lover, sincerely.

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Propaganda why Tony Stark is insufferable:

>Makes weapons

>Billionaire

>Made multiple AI Surveillance Robots

>Gaslight a child into fighting a super soldier in a foreign country for him

>His fans are annoying

Portrayed as a hero because? He chose to no longer mass produce war weapons and bombs after suffering the consequences. Huge hypocrite. Doesn't care about anyone but himself. Will backstab people if they believe in human rights when it's inconvenient to him. Seen as a hero while he's the personification of privileged people saying they're not privileged

There’s the usual “he’s a war criminal who only felt bad about it when he realized his weapons were killing white Americans as well as Arab people” reason, and also he’s just super annoying. You had to be there for the original Avengers shitty dialogue a la “we have a Hulk” that had Tumblr in a vicious chokehold. Also he was supposed to FINALLY go away after destroying all his suits in Iron Man 3 but he just… didn’t! Which is bullshit.

Tony is so annoying. When they first meet he straight up bullies Peter into fighting for his personal bullshit, insults and objectifies Aunt May in front of him, spits into his trashcan and is in general being pushy af. He blackmails Peter when he doesn’t wanna come to Germany with him AND HE DOESNT EVEN EXPLAIN WHY HE WANTS HIM TO COME. Uncomfortable vibes lol.

Tony being the one to tell peter “if Captain America wanted to hurt you he would’ve” when Peter was trying to state his case, yet HE’S also the one who put Peter in harms way when he didn’t even want to go with him???

Telling Peter that he should stick to being a “friendly neighborhood Spider-Man” (stealing his thing once again) when that’s what Peter _was_ doing before Tony took him out of his zone and filled his head with grander things to be apart of….bitch? Die. Ohh waaaait (jkjk) but yeah

Super long, sorry lol

Thinking about how in Homecoming when Peter accidentally caused that boat to get split in half because the Vulture’s gun exploded and Tony was acting like as if Peter was completely in the wrong for going there just because he did it without his permission. He was acting like as if Peter was out of line and “disobeyed him”, trying to act like his father. And then I remember how in CACW he’s the one who scouted Peter in the first place just because he saw he might be useful against a personal squabble between him and Captain America despite knowing that he was a kid and he’s just now acknowledging how dangerous it is because Peter “acted on his own”

Completely hijacking Peter’s superhero story and trying to control his every move (Training wheels protocol and baby monitor thing he put in the suit), acting like Peter should’ve known that Tony would send someone in despite the fact that he’d been ignoring him for 2 months since Civil War and not keeping him updated on anything!!

How the hell is peter supposed to know Tony is going to listen to him when he treats him like a kid instead of a superhero when it’s convenient for him? And when Tony loses his temper after Peter says he’s 15 not 14 like “the adult is talking” bitch he could literally flatten you without your suit!!!

I guess in a way he is acting like a father but like the absentee kind. He’s more like a sperm donor father trying to act like he has any rights over Peter’s life smh.

It’s not that reprimanding Peter for the situation is bad, but the way he makes it seem as if Peter is irredeemable as if Tony wasn't a literal weapons dealer lmfao. He could’ve said what was the truth about it without completely invalidating him saying shit like “no thanks to you” after Peter asked if everyone is okay when it’s literally thanks to Peter finding a lead on those guys in the first place that they were even noticed and it’s not like the FBI being there could’ve in no way caused a similar situation.

And then near the end of the movie when he’s getting crushed by the building rubble screaming and crying for someone to help him where the fuck is Tony?? That scene just proved that he never needed Tony’s suit in the first place to be Spider-Man since he had to use 100% his own strength to lift it off of him. I know he would’ve found the motivation even if Tony hadn’t been involved in the first place to give him the suit, take it away from him and have the words “if you’re nothing without the suit you shouldn’t have it�� echo in his head. Why did Tony even take the suit away? Like as if he expects Peter to stop being spoderman without it??? Holy fuck. This is why you don’t make it out of endgame /j /srs.

When Tony took this suit away from Peter he was like “God I sound like my dad“ shouldn’t that be a red flag to him? Wasn’t he literally just saying that he wished his dad was better than he was?? Lmfao

Propaganda why Victor Frankenstein is insufferable:

Victor Frankenstein is so pathetic not even tumblr could love him. The best parts of Frankenstein are the ones where your blessedly saved from being in his whiny, self deprecating, self centered pov. He’s so conceited that when his creation tells him directly “In revenge for killing the wife you were making for me I’m going to kill YOUR wife to see how YOU like it!”, Victor Frankenstein thinks that the creation is going to kill him and *only* him. (A decision And on top of it, he’s a shitty dad. Truly the worst.

this fucker has zero self awareness, which could maybe be fun to read about! except that 3/4 of the book consists of him constantly woe-is-me-ing about his own mistakes and how he shouldn't be responsible for any of his own actions.

He's not irredeemable, but his refusal to take accountability til it's too late is irritating

#tony stark #mcu #victor frankenstein #frankenstein or the modern prometheus #insufferable protagonist poll #insufferable protagonist tournament #tournament poll

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Good Doggy (Shifter! TF141 x Male!Reader)

Chapter 1

Masterlist here

Warnings - Some awkwardness and staring

Updated; 3/5/2024 with more details

Beta Reader: @letmelickyoureyeballs whose saving my life right now.

You had to leave your job in the city for your own safety, to an abandoned house left by your aunt, who you were close to until she passed. It was a struggle to get there, most of your cousins wanted to burn it down, as did your father.

But in times like these, you needed it.

The car pulled up to the house, a Jeep that was filled to the brim with everything you could grab. Suitcases and trash bags filled with items. You didn't even have a bed, just some pillows and blankets. Maya would be by later and she would set up her own room. Thinking of her caused you to fiddle with the knife in your pocket, your thumb rubbing over the runes that were etched into the metal.

The house was nice. Large, you looked it up on Zillow because you could barely remember what it looked like. 4 beds, 3 baths, fully paid for.

And you would be alone in it.

The car was parked so that your trunk was facing the garage, opening it with a click of a button and dragging everything out. Quickly, avoiding your neighbors’ stares as they walked out. One neighbor in particular who didn't seem to stop even when you stared back at him.

A mohawk, buff thighs and arms, and his mouth was slightly opened as he kept staring. You stared back, glaring at him as every time you turned back in the car he was there.

Until he turned into air. Just a second and he was replaced by someone else, someone who was taller than him and with a mask that had a skull on it.

You had a mask on as well, but yours was a plain black medical mask. And Mohawk was back next to him, and both just stared.

You didn't like the staring, you escaped that city for a reason.

So you finished shoving all your stuff in the garage and locked your car, staring at them until the garage closed, where you could finally take a breath, taking the mask off as you relaxed in your closed-off house, all the doors locked and the windows covered.

You went to your future bedroom, your aunt's items were gone. All the furniture was taken when she died. In your cousin's words "You got the house, not her stuff" and you were fine with that. No pictures, no couches nor shelves, just plain purple walls. All appliances were gone as well. No fridge or stove, it was dead.

And Your cousins just burned it all. It was such a waste.

You were fine with it, it was almost comforting. Her spirit wasn't around anymore.

"I'm hungry..." you grumbled to yourself, grabbing your new phone and calling the closest pizza place.

"How is that even possible?" John Price was angry. He liked things to be planned to the very last detail. It kept him and his pack safe. Moving to this small town with a large forest was for safety, and now it could all be screwed up because of a new neighbor.

A new neighbor that was supposedly Soap's AND Ghost's mate.

Stupid fucking shifters.

He says that as if he isn't jealous. Part of moving here meant that they also had the ability to leave quickly if needed, and having an attachment like a mate, especially a human one, meant that Ghost and Soap wouldn't leave without you.

Whether they would force you or not would be your decision.

But it was all so stupid. Stupid enough that Price thought about killing you, for just a moment. And then he looked at Soap's lovestruck look and completely forgot that idea.

It was time for him to meet you. To actually see what the big deal was.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick wanted Soap to shut up. Ghost knew when to be quiet, and Gaz could appreciate that. But if he had to be reminded of how lonely he was one more time he was going to snap.

Of course the second in command and the lieutenant found their mate. Of course it had to be a human.

And Gaz wanted to be happy for his friends, of course he did but god did he wish it was him instead. He had always been so lonesome and just focused on finding this one person, but since he's left to live a (relatively) normal life, he's had no hope. It's just been him and the pack, and while they were great people, he couldn’t see himself marrying them.

He almost cringes thinking about it.

But Gaz shuts up instead as Soap goes on about this person who moved in right across from them. About how amazing they looked and what Soap spotted in their suitcases. He seemed obsessive over every detail and Gaz wished it was him.

But he grins and laughs and tells Soap "I can't wait to meet him" because that's what good friends do.

Alright so I know it's been a hot second, here me out. Things have gotten super stressful and I basically couldn't function for a few months but I'm gonna try to write some more so here's a new story I'm working on, IDK I like the idea of it and it's mainly for me more than anything so.

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starogeorgina · 9 months

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Redemption

Warning: Swearing, smut, hints of violence

Pairing: Ivar × reader

1.01

“Ivar!”

“What?” He whines like a child before placing a soft kiss on your bare hip and pouting up at you, his lips still slightly red and swollen from kissing you so roughly. “I told you I wanted us to have a child of our own,” he states, pushing himself further down the bed so he can have a full view of your own puffy lips. Ivar had a fascination with watching his cum drip out of you. He would often try to push it back in with his fingers or clean you up with his tongue. “I want to see you around with my child, a creation of our love.”

“I know you do.” You let out a soft groan when his finger lightly brushes over your clit. “But I’m so sensitive, I just need a moment to…”

“You’ve spilled too much of my seed,” he says, ignoring what you previously said. “I’ll need to put more inside you if we wish for this to work.”

“Hmm… fuck!” You moan loudly as he places a strong hand on either side of your head before thrusting himself inside you for the third time that evening.

Fucking was one of your favourite things to do, but Ivar would push you to the point of exhaustion with how many orgasms he gave you. He always made sure you came at least once before fucking you into oblivion.

—

You nip at Ivar’s bare chest with your teeth, and he flinches slightly, causing you to giggle. Burying your face into his neck, you mumble, “How long will you be gone for?”

“I am unsure, but I will return to you,” he says, kissing the back of your knuckles, “to our family as a proud man, not as a cripple.”

Shuffling into a more comfortable position on your back, you let out a huff. You understood why Ivar needed to go to England with his father, but you still didn’t like it. Usually you remained close by his side, but being pregnant, you decided to stay behind in Kattegat, despite Ragnar asking you to join them personally. Queen Aslaug had a dream of her husband and son drowning because of a storm, but neither of them cared much for her warning, so you tried not to worry too much; you needed to believe Ivar would always find his way back to you. Letting out a deep sigh, your hand moves to cradle your ever-growing bump.

“My sweet, sweet Drifa, I can see the doubt in your eyes, but I assure you I will not die on this journey.”

“You better not; I’ll need you by my side when I deliver our child. I don’t want to do it alone.”

“You won’t be alone. If I’m not here, my brothers and mother will remain by your side.”

“I know,” you say, toying with strands of fur from the blanket covering your chest, “but they aren’t you.”

Ivar kisses the crown of your head, stroking your hair as you start to fall asleep. There was no possible way he could assure you he wouldn’t die, but he would try to comfort you the best he could. You’d grown up alongside the sons of Ragnar, with your mother and Aslaug being so close, so you’d known Ivar all your life. You had considered him your closest friend before any romantic relationship had developed between you, but the flames of desire had been burning ever since he killed a boy who tried to force himself on you.

It would absolutely break your heart if Ivar didn’t return home.

—

You opened your eyes, scanning the dimly lit room to see where the sound in the distance was coming from. You saw nothing but recognised the heavy breathing as your husband's, so you closed your eyes again. Leaning your head back, you try to enjoy the warmth surrounding your body as Ivar drags himself into the room. You had the slaves fill you with a bath as soon as you woke, scrubbing continuously to wash away the blood that stained your skin. Your thighs and groin were red and raw, but you continued to clean each time you saw the blood from your miscarriage reappear.

It seemed like the right decision at the time to remain in Kattegat, but you were there when the village came under attack and witnessed Lagertha killing Aslaug while her back was turned. Moments later, you fell to the ground, screaming as a pain ripped through your lower abdomen as you lost your unborn child.

Lagertha had spared your life after you attempted to kill her by throwing an ax at her head. She thought that by letting you live, the sons of Ragnar wouldn’t seek revenge for their mother. Oh, how wrong she was.

“They say being in water so warm isn’t good for you, my love.” Your husband says he's propping himself up by his arms, leaning them on the side of the tub so he’s level with you.

You shrug.

“I can have one of the slaves help you get out and dressed if you’re in too much pain.”

Shaking your head, you press your forehead against Ivar’s. To most, he was a sadist and bloodthirsty man, nothing more than a man who craved violence to fill the void in his heart, but he had never treated you with anything but kindness and respect. Ivar found the love he always craved from you in spite of others thinking your relationship would fail. Since Margarethe spread rumors claiming Ivar couldn’t please a woman sexually, the other sons of Ragner enjoyed teasing Ivar, saying it wouldn’t be long until you left him for someone else, not that you ever would.

“No, that won’t be necessary. Besides, I want to stay in here until the water cools down.”

Ivar brushes damp hair behind your ear as tears start to roll down your cheeks. “Perhaps the gods took our child early so that my mother wouldn’t be alone.”

“Perhaps,” you sob. Ivar had been furious upon learning of his mother's death and had sworn to kill Lagertha one day, but he was trying his best to contain his rage around you. “Queen Aslaug deserved better. I’m sorry I couldn’t stop what happened to her, but her death will be avenged.”

“We will have our revenge on Lagertha, but for now we will bid our time. First you will regain your strength, then we will have revenge on those who are responsible for my father's death, and then we will have retribution for what happened to my mother.”

—

A mixture of dampness and thick smoke hung heavily in the air as you stepped outside for the first time in days. Hiding away wasn’t going to change what happened, and you wanted to at least appear strong on the outside. The first person to greet you is Ubbe, who pulls you into a hug. “I’m sorry, Drifa; I know how happy you and Ivar were to finally start a family of your own.”

Hvitserk hugs you next but says nothing. Behind you, Sigurd makes a crude comment about Ivar losing his mommy and then his surrogate mommy right after. You keep your composure, not wanting to give him satisfaction. Sigurd had attempted to seduce you several times since you married his brother, but each time you rejected him, making him bitter towards you.

“That’s enough,” Ubbe snaps.

Irritated, your fingers tap against one of the tables loudly, gaining all of the brothers attention. You narrow your eyes at Sigurd as your fingers slide over the selection of weapons already laid out on the table for the purpose of gutting fish.

“Just ignore him,” Hvitserk says, attempting to calm you down. “My brother is just jealous; he doesn’t even have a woman to stick his cock in.”

“Is that right, Sigurd? You are making jokes at the expense of my dead child because your dick is lonely? I’m sure we could find a nice pig for you.”

His face reddens with embarrassment when his brothers all laugh at him. “You’re nothing but a whore; we all know Ivar couldn’t possibly be the father of that thing that was growing inside you. He isn’t man enough.”

“Do not insult Ivar in front of me!”

“Why? Nobody cares. Nobody gives a shit about a cripple.”

You grab hold of the knife next to you and aim it at Sigurd. The edge of the knife scrapes across the side of his face, cutting it in the process. When Sigurd goes to take a step towards you, Ubbe steps in between you and says, “No more; you’ve upset our sister enough for one day.”

Another reason Sigurd hates you is because his family accepts you as one of their own. Aslaug treated you like a daughter, and his brothers were very protective of you. They admired your loyalty to Ivar.

“I am counting down the days until my husband finally kills you!” You hiss.

Hearing a laugh, you turn your head back to see Ivar observing the scene with a smile on his face. He had managed to crawl so quietly that nobody noticed him sitting on the opposite side of the table from where you stood. He claps his hands in amusement and says, “Isn’t she fantastic? Beautiful and violent.” Ivar licks his lips before sitting back in the chair. “Now, let us begin to plan our next move.”

Ivar motions for you to come over to him; when you do, he guides you till you’re sitting atop his thighs, his arm wrapping around your back while your legs dangle over his. He kisses your cheek and says, “Good girl, your aim is getting better.”

Admittedly, you weren’t the best at welding a weapon or firing an arrow until Ivar decided to teach you. You whisper, “I still think I’ll need a few more one-on-one lessons.”

He smirks before turning his attention to his brothers, who seem unfazed by you sitting on his lap, all aside from Sigurd, whose glare is burning into you.

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chososluv · 18 days

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𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! 𝐬.𝐠.

✎₊˚⊹♡ summary & note: a fictional piece in which you are Geto Suguru's baby mother. A failed relationship between you two, you both settle for co-parenting your twin daughters (5 year olds - Naomi and Kimiko) . It's been several years and even though you think you moved from Suguru, doesn't mean he necessarily has even tried for a second... – whew i been sitting on this one for a minute!!

🏷 tags & warnings: no beta reader! i'll get to the mistakes as i reread! mature content is ahead. fem!reader (she/her), Suguru is early 30s and reader is in her late 20s, black!reader, mentions of suguru incarcerated, grinding, alcohol and drinking, heavy making out, swearing and no smut (yet)! part one of two (?)

✎₊˚ word count: 10k

minors do not interact

“Mommy!”

It’s music to your ears hearing the sound of your twin girls whenever they catch sight of you after a long weekend away. You smile, a gentle laugh falling from your lips as they run across the lawn and up the stairs to the porch. You kneel down as two small bodies collide into your own. You full on laugh as the girls giggle, allowing you to capture them in each of your arms as you hold them tight. Their small hands hug you back as you stand up, lifting them off the ground and onto your hips. You give them each a wet kiss on the nose and they erupt in another chorus of giggles.

“How was your weekend at daddy’s? I missed you two.” You ask your girls, meaning the last part beyond words could express. Usually you liked the weekend to yourself but for some reason the lack of noise left you feeling disoriented. It was the first weekend in a while you really missed your girls and wanted them filling the space with their silly questions and shrill laughter. You tried to busy yourself with Shoko and Yuki too but you always found yourself staring at your lock screen of your two girls.

“Daddy’s was so much fun!” Naomi bursts out first. You turn your head to give her your attention, her eyes peering up at you excitedly. The older of the two (by a few minutes) has her hair in bubble pigtails today.

“Yeah! We went to the zoo with him and uncle Satoru!” Kimiko shouts next, causing you to turn your head to face her next. The youngest has her hair styled just like her daddy’s with a half up and half down and her eyes mimic that same excitement Naomi had.

“Yeah and then he got spit on by a goat.” Naomi states as both her and Kimiko giggle at the memory. Their excited storytelling has you not paying attention to the body that exits the car finally. The door closing completely misses your ears until another voice joins the conversation.

“Don’t forget to add the dumbass provoked the fucking goat in the first place.” Your eyes move away from Naomi to see the third body approaching the porch. Your eyes settle on your baby daddy and ex-boyfriend as he stops at the bottom of the steps. He places a foot on the bottom step as he looks up at you. His handsome face adorns a grin at the sight of you and he can’t stop from scanning you from head to toe.

You notice, and can’t help but feel time slow down, completely forgetting he swore in front of the kids.

But the girls surely did not let it slide.

“Daddy! Language!” Naomi and Kimiko shout at the same time. You shake your head, finally released from the trance he put you in.

“Yeah, not in front of the girls, Suguru.” You scold him and he holds his hands up in surrender. A chuckle escapes his mouth as sees the same disdained expression across all three of his girls' faces.

God they look alike, he thinks

“I’m sorry little mamas.” Suguru apologizes because he ultimately knew better and he was horribly outnumbered. He ascends the stairs to give wet kisses on the twins’ foreheads to further butter his apology. The two girls laugh, giggling at their father’s gesture before the youngest speaks.

“It’s okay, we forgive you daddy.” Kimiko says and Naomi nods in agreement. You fight the urge to roll your eyes - failing miserably - as Suguru looks at you. He still sees you wearing that annoyed expression and he licks his lips before addressing you.

“But does mommy forgive daddy?” Suguru asks, hitching an eyebrow up and the gesture has you losing your breath slightly. Flashbacks of a younger Suguru plague your mind and it felt like you two were young adults all over again. Heat rushes to your face as he closes the distance between you two. You lose track of time, falling into a trance as the smell of his cologne dances around your senses like a sweet pheromone. You forget your daughters are still on your hips until Naomi swings her leg wildly and breaks the spell he had on you.

“Mommy! You should forgive daddy!” Naomi says and Kimiko nods.

“Yeah, mommy he said he was sorry!” Kimiko adds, both of your girls are back on his side within an instant. You can’t be surprised though, they always flip flopped whenever it was convenient for them. So, of course kisses from daddy would make everything better. You only shake your head but find yourself looking back up at Suguru.

“Yeah, fine I guess I do.” You roll your eyes as they squeal. You quickly set them down, arms tired before the two girls run off into the house. Naomi crosses the threshold, Kimiko right after before the youngest screams back at you two.

“Mommy, you should let Daddy stay the night so we can all have fun!” Kimiko yells over her shoulder before Naomi and her scream as they get into god knows what. You’re left alone with their dad who continues to wear that silly smirk on his face. You narrow your eyes at him to fight from smiling back.

“Did you tell her to say that?” You accuse, raising an eyebrow and Suguru chuckles and shakes his head.

“And have you chew me out later? Hell nah I didn’t.” Suguru is believable with his statement and you don’t bother to press. It shouldn’t be a surprise to you since the girls always wondered why you and Suguru lived apart but their friend’s parents lived together.

It was a tough conversation to have with five year olds, but you tried to explain the best way their brains could handle.

“Mommy and daddy just argue too much, babies.” You told them one night and they only looked at you with hopeful eyes.

“But, you guys don’t argue anymore right?” Naomi questioned and Kimiko nodded at the question.

“No, we don’t-”

“So can daddy come live with us then?” Kimiko blurted and Naomi stared at you with the same eyes. You chew on your bottom lip, anxious and dreading where this conversation was headed. A topic you always feared having with your kids.

“It’s complicated, baby.”

“What does' complicated 'mean?” Kimiko asked, attention span already shifted from her father at the word you threw at them. Naomi seemed to also forget the original topic of their dad, also focused on the new word. You could only mentally thank the heavens that they were still at the age of being easily distracted.

But you knew that night the questions would only happen more often.

Back to the present with Suguru, you nod.

“Good. Because that’s the last thing they need right now.” You tell him and he nods.

“I agree. You've been getting questions too?” Suguru asks and it's your turn to nod.

“Yes,” you sigh out shaking your head, “we should have seen this coming though. It was my fear when we split up.” You chew on your bottom lip, trying to keep the stinging in your eyes at bay. The last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of your ex boyfriend. Call it pride but you didn’t want to give any indication you missed him.

“Yeah, mine too.” Suguru agrees, mirroring that same expression that resembled close to pain and regret. Though he felt the latter emotion more than the former. You can see it in his eyes and he starts to fix his mouth to say something but you cut him off.

“Thanks for making them happy,” you say, “I never get them back upset.” Suguru only shrugs nonchalantly.

“Those are my babies y/n. You ain’t gotta thank me for taking care of my own blood.” Suguru replies to you. He raises a point, you shouldn’t and don’t have to thank him for taking good care of Naomi and Kimiko. Even though he hurt you like hell when the girls were young babies, he was always a good father to him.

“Yeah I know… I guess I’m just realizing what a great father you are to the girls despite all that's happened…” You trail off, attempting to end your word vomit before you end up opening old wounds. You stop yourself from continuing your thoughts and hope Suguru doesn’t notice you’re reliving the past before him. You try to shield your face from all emotion and pray he doesn’t pick up on the hurt you’re feeling.

Unfortunately for you, Suguru still knows you more than you’d like.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” You want to kick yourself for not maintaining a better poker face. You only shake your head and look away from Suguru. All the old feelings and memories came rushing back, crashing into you and causing your eyes to sting once more. You bite your lip once more and shake your head as your foot starts to tap. You’re trying your hardest to keep from crying.

“Nothing, I just-” Throat closing you cease speaking and close your eyes. You gave up trying to hide that you were about to cry, but you kept your eyes closed as you were still stubborn. Silly as it sounded you didn’t want Suguru seeing you cry over your history. It’s the pride that resonates deep within you — or what little you had of it left.

“Aye, please look at me, mama.” Suguru reaches a hand out but hesitates touching you. Past memories flash of you slapping his hand away and scolding him for not respecting your space. His palm burns to touch you despite this, but he tries to ignore it to keep from being cussed out.

“Suguru.” You say, voice breaking and bottom lip quivering softly. You bring a hand up to your eyes as you decide to finally open them. Salty tears break from their cages, flowing from your ducts and down your cheeks. You finally manage to look up at him, vision blurry as you wipe your tears.

“I’m sorry, y/n.” He says and for the first time you see him cry while he says it. Tears are brimming the edge and one soft blink sends them down his cheeks. He’s not crying as hard as you, but the few tears make you realize for once how sorry he looks. Usually you shrugged off his apologies but something felt different this time.

“I know, Suguru.” You say to him, nodding as he peers at you curiously. That same hand comes back out, testing the waters because all he wants to do is wrap his arms around you and hold you close. All he wants to do is hug and soothe all the pain you were feeling away. It was the least he could do after he caused you all the pain in the world. He hated his younger self more and more every time he watched you cry.

“C’mere.” Suguru continues to hold that hand up, beckoning you to come close to him. You look between his hand and to his eyes, studying the way his irises look back at you. Your eyes search for any sign of deceit while you try to think of any cons to falling into his arms right now. When your eyes come up empty and your mind blank, you give in.

As your bodies collide you can’t ignore that tingling feeling deep within your stomach. His scent clouding your nostrils as time seemed to warp. All those past feelings of romance, adrenaline, hurt, worry, and love came at once. Overwhelmed by the feelings, you cry into Suguru’s chest harder. His hand drops the girls’ backpacks and brings you into a tight embrace. Suguru tries to hold back the tears he feels when he actually feels you hug him back.

Fingers pressed into his strong back you allow yourself to wail. You let go of all the walls you had up, finally letting go of that pain you held onto for so long. You shake against Suguru and all he does is continue to hold you and caress your back, soothing you through your sobs.

“I gotchu mama, let it out.” He says against your forehead before kissing it. You cry a little harder before taking a deep breath. You pull yourself out of his chest but remain in his arms before speaking.

“Suguru, I forgive you.” You tell him truthfully and meaning it this time. You’ve said it before, not sure if you felt one hundred percent but this time you knew you meant it truthfully.

And judging by the way Suguru smiles back at you, you can tell he sees this too.

“Thank you, y/n.” Suguru says, wearing that same smile. Lips twitching, you can’t help but mirror his expression. Comfort exudes from both of you as you hold one another. A time warp happening again as it felt like old times where you two reconciled after a fight. The feeling was so comforting and warm that you two didn’t want to break away from it. Even though both of your brains have a nagging voice in the back saying this was wrong.

Especially when Suguru looks at your lips and has to lick his. And definitely when he feels himself leaning in to get a quick taste of what he’s been craving for so long. And for certain when you start to feel yourself set up for his lips against yours.

“Mommy, Daddy, what are you guys doing?” Kimiko’s voice breaks the daze from you two, causing both of you two to cease holding one another. You quickly wipe your tears before turning to your daughter. Kimiko stares up at both of you, eyebrows raised goofily as she wears a mischievous glint. You can’t help but swallow thickly at her expression. Sometimes she scares you with her wittiness.

“Daddy was just giving mommy a hug, Kimi.” You tell her finding no use in lying. Kimiko looks between you and Suguru, a big smile stretched across her face.

“Daddy, do you still like mommy?” Kimiko asks in an accusatory tone. That mischievous expression was still present and you can't even look at Suguru right now. Your face felt hot and you felt ridiculous because why was your five year old making you feel this way — embarrassed.

“Kimi.” Suguru says sternly, not bothering to answer her question and resorting to using his parental authority. If he was talking to Naomi she might’ve caught the hint, but Kimiko being Kimiko…

“Daddy.” She tries him, glint still there and you have to look over your shoulder to see Suguru. His eyebrows are furrowed thickly, attempting to put on a stern face to scare Kimi but when you look back at her and see she’s not backing down you giggle. Kimiko looks at you, laughing as you shake your head.

“You are trouble, little lady!” You scream, swooping down and scooping Kimiko up. She screams as you carry her into the house. You toss her up in the air before catching her and blowing raspberries on her cheek. Kimiko squeals, giggling as she tries to fight against you.

“Mommy!” Kimiko giggles as you kiss on her cheeks. Naomi comes running into the room, hearing the commotion with a barbie doll in hand.

“Kimiko what did you do?” Naomi questions, seeing you tickle her younger sister to death.

“Not listen to grown ups. You want to be tickled to death next?” Suguru asks, entering the house and closing the door behind him.

“No, daddy!” Naomi says and Suguru smirks at the oldest.

“Smart girl.” He applauds her as you continue tickling and kissing Kimiko until you finally think she’s had enough. You continue holding her as she catches her breath from her endless giggling.

“Let's take baths and get ready for bed huh?” You say as you bounce Kimiko in your arms. Both of your girls pouted and it was almost scary at how simultaneous it was.

“But we’re not sleepy!” Naomi argues, extending her arms out dramatically to put emphasis on her energy. Kimiko nods.

“Yeah! Daddy let us stay up later last night!” Kimiko throws her father under the bus and you shoot an annoyed glance at Suguru. He looks at Kimiko with wide eyes.

“Kimiko baby, what did we say about snitching?” Suguru asks of her and you further raise your eyebrow at the audacity of Suguru and his partner in crime.

“Suguru.” You raise your eyebrow at him and he looks at you nervously.

“Awh, Daddy you’re in trouble.” Naomi whispers and you nod.

“Mhmm, Daddy sure is.” You agree and Suguru chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Anyways, mommy is right y’all need to go to bed.” Suguru deflects back to the parental duties at hand. You side eye him, letting it slide for now as the girls sigh in unison. You walk over to Naomi, grabbing her hand to guide her to the bathroom as you carry Kimiko. Suguru takes the backpacks to the girl's room as he hears you start up a bath for the girls.

Several soapsuds later you manage to gather your two girls into bed with Suguru’s help. Despite insisting they weren’t sleepy they were suspiciously yawning quite a bit after the bath. By the time you and Suguru wrangled their wild hair into their bonnets and helped brush their teeth they were fighting sleep. You two were barely able to wish them goodnight before they drifted off to sleep, snoring softly as today’s events finally caught up to them. The both of you kissed their foreheads before leaving them to peacefully sleep in their bedroom.

“Thank you for your help.” You say as you enter the living room. Suguru turns to look at you.

“Anytime. I’ll head back home.” He said and for some reason you hated that feeling you felt when you heard those words. You weren’t ready to be apart from him yet. You struggled to find the words to ask him to stay but Suguru noticed your silence. He looks at you from over his shoulder before he places a foot in his shoe. He pauses seeing the hesitation and slight scowl on your face.

“Unless,” he takes his foot out of his shoe, “you want me to stay?” A smirk on his face at the cockiness that exudes from him. You don’t bother putting up a fight.

“Yeah. Sit down and have a drink with me.” You say and he raises a brow. However, he sits down and lounges back on the couch as if he’s at home.

“Bratty and bossy still I see.” Suguru says, eyeing you up and down and you only wear a sly smile on your face.

“Some things don’t change, Suguru.” You say before heading into the kitchen.

“Except that ass getting fatter.” Suguru mutters.

“What?” You call, retracing your steps to have him repeat his words.

“Nothing, mama. I’ll have that drink.” Suguru says and you roll your eyes. The man snickers as you disappear into the kitchen. You shuffle around the kitchen in an attempt to find the bottle of wine you recently purchased. However, after coming across it finally you had to remind yourself that you were sharing a drink with Suguru. Not your usual company of Shoko and Yuki, but your ex-boyfriend.

You place the wine aside and reach for something stronger.

Two cups of ice and a Crown apple later you walk back into the living room. Suguru has made himself at home during your absence. The television plays a trashy reality show, serving as background noise because Suguru is scrolling through his phone. He sees you out of his peripheral vision with two glasses and a bottle in hand. He gets up from the couch, meeting you halfway to take the glasses from your hands. You thank him as the two of you settle down on the couch. Shots are poured instantly by your hand and you hand one to Suguru while claiming the other for yourself.

“Damn, you still heavy handed as hell huh ma?” Suguru eyes the drink from the side, seeing how much liquor you poured into his cup and you can only chuckle.

“Some things don’t change.” You repeat once again before knocking the shot back at once. Suguru follows suit and quickly downs his drink. Both of you softly hiss at the bite of the liquor but smoothness of the apple that chases behind the whiskey. Suguru watches you reach for the bottle, pouring another shot but this time significantly smaller.

“What you been up to?” He asks, realizing he never had a chance to speak to you so casually. He watches you look off to the side, deep thought as you go through all the major things that have happened. He reaches for his glass as he takes a slip, awaiting your reply.

“Nothing really. Just looking after the girls, working, and seeing Shoko, Utahime, and Yuki when I can.” You say earnestly. Really your life is boring now that you stopped arguing with Suguru on a daily basis. Plus, the girls demand so much of your attention you don’t have time for the same thrills you two used to get into. It was for the first time you realized how relaxed your life really is now that you two have been successful at co-parenting.

“Good to know y’all are still tight.” Suguru says before sipping and you pick yours up to do the same.

“Yeah. Not even your antics could separate us.” You chuckle and he laughs as well.

“I remember when Yuki threatened to beat my ass after I fucked up.” Suguru reminiscences and you shake your head.

“Which time though?” You tease him but wait for his face to fall. It never does and he can only laugh knowing it was the truth.

“Fair point.” Suguru says as he takes a sip. You decide to down the rest of your drink since you’re not driving.

“How have you been? How’s the shop?” You ask Suguru. You place your glass onto the coffee table before you two and turn your body to face him completely. The alcohol finds its way down your chest before settling warmly deep in your belly. That warmth begins to tingle in your face and other places you attempted to ignore.

“Not much has been going on with me either,” he shrugs, “and the shop is good.” Suguru finishes before taking another slow sip of his drink. You notice he’s slowing down and see a soft flush dust across his cheeks. You fight to keep from grinning as you notice the physical effects of the alcohol.

You can't help but wonder if he was fighting that same ache you were busy with. You make a quick prayer he doesn't see you squeezing your thighs tightly before him.

“And I take it besides being spat on by a goat, Satoru is doing okay?” You ask about the goofy white haired male and Suguru can only laugh at the referral of the incident. He shakes his head at the aftermath of his best friend sulking and his girls going absolutely crazy.

“Yeah he’s still a dumbass.” He tells you and you laugh.

“Some things don’t change.” You say it for the third time tonight. Suguru nods and takes a long sip at that statement.

“Ain’t that the fucking truth.” Suguru curses and reaches forward to grab the liquor bottle. He pours you a shot before placing the glass in your hand. You snort, shake your head and take a long sip of the liquor. Suguru mirrors your generous swig and the two of you hold a gaze but say nothing. His eyes are wandering all over your face, reading your expression as you do the same to him. The two of you trying to figure out if the other was experiencing the familiar pleasantness amongst you two. Another time warp happening as it feels like old times together after a long day of work.

For you, it was a nostalgic feeling.

Ever since telling Suguru you forgave him, you felt so at ease and at peace around him. You want to be close to him and the desire reminds you of when you two were younger. You don't bother to try to focus on the fact that you shouldn’t feel this way but instead you start to embrace it. Maybe it was the liquor — and the growing ache between your legs — but for once you didn’t want to think rationally.

For Suguru, he felt as if he was about to lose his mind.

The grip on his glass tightens as he scans you from head to toe. Your t-shirt shows a teasing peek of your cleavage and your leggings accentuate the thickness of your thighs. He fights licking his lips as he sees your weight filling in the most dangerous places. Your curves are drastic, and he can tell you have a generous ass even from you sitting. You looked just as beautiful as the day he met you, if not more, and it tested his patience being this close to you. When he asked you if you wanted him to stay, he definitely didn’t think you were going to say yes. You would only do that in his scenarios during his daydreams.

But when you actually said yes? It took everything in him to remain calm and not look overtly excited.

The liquor is running through his veins and he only fights harder to keep from coming onto you. But god it has been years since he’s had you to himself like this and all he wants to do is tell you how much he fucked up and how badly he wants you back.

But he knew he couldn’t come on strong and ruin any chance.

If you even felt the same.

“Why you babysittin’? Your tolerance low now, Ru?” You ask him, deciding to break the silence after peeking at his glass. He looks at it, swirling the liquor around before looking at you. You recognize that look in his eye he gets when he’s about to be flirty.

“Ru, huh? Been awhile since you called me that.” Suguru flirts, raising his eyebrow at you. You roll your eyes and fail miserably to fight the grin that stretches across your lips.

“Yeah. I guess it has been.” You admit, your face slipping into a sultry countenance that Suguru is far too familiar with. He only smiles wider.

“Call me that again and I’ll down all this right now.” Suguru proposes. This time you raise your eyebrow at him, knowing your baby daddy is flirting with you and you should be playing hard right now. But with the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing he wants and ever needs — coupled with the liquor — all you wanted to do was keep playing these games with him. You aren't burdened with the possible consequences that could happen.

So you lick your lips and then reply.

“Ru,” you say leaning forward, “drink the rest of the fucking drink.” You demand, emphasizing the profanity and Suguru holds your gaze. He only takes the glass to his lips before staying true to his word and finishing it. He places the glass onto the table and turns back to you. His eyes look all over your face.

“Y/n, mama?” He asks. He has to before he backs out.

“Yes, Ru?” You ask, wondering where he was going with this.

“You got a man?” He asks of you and you raise your eyebrow confused. However you answer.

“No… why?” You ask him and his heart races in his ears. He’s about to do it.

“Good, because I ain’t tryna beat up a motherfucka.” Suguru says and before you can ask further his warm fingers are on the back of your neck. His body falls closer to yours, bringing your face to meet him halfway with the pull of your neck. You look from his eyes, to his lips, and back to his eyes to see him focused on your lips. Your heart is thumping loudly in your chest, begging to escape as Suguru continues to lean in to kiss you.

You should stop it. You should hold your hand up to block his lips from landing on yours. You should untangle yourself from his hold and go get him water. You should tell him to stop this and he should never try to kiss you again. You should tell him to sleep it off while you lock yourself in the bedroom and call it a night.

Should’ve, would’ve could’ve.

Because you sure as hell did none of what you should have done.

Instead you welcome his lips with yours instantly. A collision of passion erupts between your lips and spreads through you like wildfire. You meet Suguru more and more and he happily continues to meet you halfway. He steals your breath away from you every time he dives back in for more. Testing how far you could go, you slip your tongue between his lips and the man flat out groans. Before you can even register he is lifting you up and placing you into his lap.

You settle in his lap so easily and try to shake the feeling that his lap was made specifically for you. His broad hands find themselves sliding down the purchase of your back and not stopping till they find your rear. Nails sink into your ass, molding the fat in his hands as he gets reacquainted with your body. A gasp falls from your lips at the feeling of his rough hands on your ass after so many years. It feels so good you’re not even ashamed to admit you missed his hands on you like this. You keep kissing him and start nipping on his bottom lip after retreating your tongue.

“Bite my lip again and I’ll take you right here on this couch.” Suguru warns against your lips, pausing and kissing you briefly. You only smirk, snickering before kissing him in response. He kisses you back, gripping your ass before smacking the fat roughly. You giggle and decide to bite his lip again. Suguru grunts before slapping your ass again. You bite a scream, trying not to make too much noise but that fails when Suguru throws you down on the couch. You yell out but you’re silenced with Suguru’s lips against yours. You smile softly in the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring you closer. Suguru smiles when he feels you smile as he settles between your legs.

“Crazy how I still fit so perfect between these legs.” Suguru pulls away from your lips to trail kisses across your cheek. His hot lips end up at that tender spot on your neck he still remembers all this time. His words cause goosebumps to prickle, invoking a physical response and you shudder as he kisses on the spot. He licks a circle before biting down and you buck your hips up.

“Suguru.” You whine beneath him, the tingling of your clit increasing beyond relief. Your hips continue to grind up against him, the friction of his jeans causing little relief as you try to find his erection. Suguru smiles against your neck as he continues to lick and bite along your neck.

“You grindin’ against me and shit what’s wrong, mama? Tell me and I’ll make it better.” Suguru says, kissing the spot that starts to turn red. You sigh out.

“I need you.” You can’t stop yourself from saying the words before they come out. Suguru hums against your neck, loving your response and he removes himself from your neck. He looks at you all over as you open your eyes to meet his stare. Another familiar situation underneath him as his locks fall, tickling your face as the chain around his neck threatens to do the same. The nostalgic feeling hitting you once again and suddenly you’re having romantic flashes of your past intimate times together.

“Been waiting for you to say those words for so long.” Suguru groans out before leaning down to capture your lips with his. You two share a messy kiss, lips sliding sloppily as spit mixes before briefly pulling away. You welcome him once more, kissing him with heavy intensity. He matches, thumbs on your waist that toy with the band of your leggings. The gesture has your heart jumping in your chest once again and your own hands find themselves at the hem of his shirt.

Suguru is sliding down your leggings, deciding he can’t wait any longer and you lift up your hips. He manages to slide them halfway down before you tug on his shirt. He pulls away allow you to take it off. The tee lands on the floor, exposing Suguru’s ink on his broad chest and toned abdomen. You run your delicate hands over the ink, old and new to you, and look up at him. He smiles down at you, hand coming to hold your cheek before kissing you. You kiss him back, starting to shimmy your leggings off until something jolts you to sobriety and back to Earth.

“Mommy? Where are you?” The sound of a sleepy Naomi causes everything to halt. You nearly jump out of your skin and you push Suguru off of you. He lands on the opposite end of the couch as you stand up. You shimmy your leggings on properly before grabbing Suguru’s shirt off the floor. You throw it at him, hitting him in the face but you don’t care. You fix your hair and your shirt as you exit the living room.

“Mommy’s right here! What’s wrong baby?” You round the corner to see Naomi at the top of the steps. Her hair is free from her bonnet, wildly all over the place as she rubs her eyes sleepily. She holds her stuffed animal in her hand as she pouts.

“I had a bad dream.” Naomi pouts and you see the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Your heart breaks at the sight of her unhappy and you immediately hold out your hand, signaling for her to come down the steps.

“Come on baby, let's get some water and then we’ll talk about it, okay?” You ask as she nods, descending the steps with her stuffed animal still in hand. When she’s within reach you pick her up to bring her into the living room. Suguru is sitting inconspicuously on the couch but frowns when he sees Naomi’s distressed state. However when she sees him she perks up instantly.

“Daddy?” Naomi says incredulously as you place her next to him on the couch. He smiles, happy to see his baby girl still excited to see him after spending a whole weekend with him. He holds out his arms as she crawls into his lap.

“Yeah, baby girl I’m here. Daddy heard you had a bad dream? Wanna tell me about it?” Suguru asks, shielding a protective arm around her and with her relaxed you sneak off to the kitchen. You quickly get her a glass of cool water as Suguru keeps her company.

“And then the monster chased me!” Is what you heard when you rejoined them. Suguru listens intently, nodding when appropriately and he sees you approaching with the water.

“Don’t worry about a monster I’ll shoot it,” you roll your eyes, but Suguru chuckles, “momma’s got your water so be a big girl and take some sips for me, yeah?” He coaxes her as you hand her the glass. She takes it with her tiny hands before sipping a generous amount. You frown, wiping her forehead to see remnants of sweat beading at her crown.

“Are you hot, sweet girl?” You ask Naomi and she nods. You peel her onesie open to allow her to get some air. You knew sometimes when she got hot her dreams only turned wicked to mirror her discomfort. Suguru keeps her in his lap but grabs a nearby paper to fan her.

“Daddy, why are you still here?” Naomi asks after a few moments of silence. You look at Suguru, wondering how he was going to explain this one to her.

“Daddy and Mommy were just hanging out.” He says, eyes flickering to you to show a flirty glint before looking back at Naomi. She looks at you and you nod.

“Yeah. Daddy was just telling me how well you behaved this weekend.” You say, knowing that would ease her curiosity for now. She smiles softly before taking another gulp of water.

“You feel better now, lil ma?” Suguru asks, rubbing her back and she nods. You take the water from her and she curls into her dad, resting her head on his chest. You take the glass back into the kitchen and rejoin them on the couch. Naomi remains laying against Suguru, surely ready to go back to sleep at any second. You see the way she yawns repeatedly and blinks sleepily.

“Get some rest, Naomi.” You assure her and she sleepily nods before closing her eyes. She was always good at listening and you were thankful for it. Soft snores begin to escape her mouth before you two even know it.

“I’ll go put her back to sleep.” Suguru whispers softly, trying to not wake her up. You nod, agreeing to that before he gets up from the couch. Him and a snoring Naomi make their way back to the twin’s bedroom as you clean up you and Suguru’s mess. It’s only then you realize the gravity of what the fuck was happening before Naomi woke up. You’re placing the glasses into the sink before bracing yourself on the ledge. You still feel Suguru’s hands all over you, his lips kissing you, and his teeth biting at your neck. Your legs grow weak, lungs hitch, and clit begins to tingle as you try to shake the feeling away.

“What the fuck.” You say to yourself before putting the liquor away.

You definitely had enough of that for tonight.

You make your way back to the living room to meet Suguru at the same time. He looks at you, awaiting for you to say something but you also wait for him to say something. The both of you feel the awkwardness that falls between you two. The need to address what just happened on the very couch that was a few feet from you. Your eyes can’t help but look there briefly before looking back at him. Suguru studies you before pressing his lips together. You know he’s about to speak.

“Y/n—” But you’re scared and cut him off.

“I think you should go.” You say, trying to ignore the hurt that flashes across his face. Suguru looks at you, scanning you up and down hopeful you will change your mind. But when he sees that look in your eyes he knows what game you’re about to play. That look of wanting to retreat and hide, yet with confusion, you were bound to shut down on him. You were still in need to process what the fuck just happened on your couch and Suguru could understand it.

So he doesn’t press.

“Alright, y/n.” He says before walking over to where he placed his shoes. A small toxic feeling erupts within you, hoping he would fight to stay because he usually does but then you have to remind yourself that this is a new Suguru before you. So when he actually respects your space it's surprising — as bad as that sounds.

But you already told him to leave so you walk over to walk him out after he secures his shoes on.

You two come out to the porch and he turns around to look at you. That same hopeful expression is still on his face because he wants to stay with you bad. He wants to find himself between your legs again, making you sing his name all night as he traced every inch of you with his tongue. He was begging to learn the layout of your new body as there were curves he needed to retrace. He wants you all to himself all over again.

But when he looks into your eyes and sees the mix of emotions, pain and longing being of them, he can only get mad at himself from fumbling you in the first place.

And because he was desperate to get you back, he would wait as long as he needed to.

He would do anything to prove that to you.

He just needed to tell you.

“Text me when you get home please.” You say, looking away briefly. You were nervous to utter the words but look back at Suguru and realize you were nervous for nothing.

“Will do.” He says curtly. You look at him, expecting him to say more but he doesn’t.

“Okay. Goodnight.” You say, starting to turn around but Suguru grabs your arm. You turn to look at him and before you know it he has his hand back on your cheek. He’s guiding you to a quick kiss before you can even register, his lips feeling so good against yourself you struggle to hide your desire to want more when he pulls away. His eyes stare down at you, caressing your cheek before he speaks.

“Let me know when you’re ready to talk about what happened on that couch, mama.” Your stomach drops at the directness of what just happened but you nod. Your eyes itch because you know unpacking what happened with Suguru tonight was more than just the liquor. You couldn’t blame the Crown on the raw intensity of the emotions you felt when Suguru touched and kissed you.

However, you nod and he places a gentle kiss on your forehead before dropping his hand from your cheek.

“Goodnight, y/n.” He says before parting from you. You watch as he descends the steps and heads to his car. He hops in, starting up the engine before pulling out of your driveway a few moments later. You wave him away as he blows the horn, leaving you with the cool summer air and your thoughts running a mile a minute.

* * *

“Y’all did what?”

Shame manifests in the heat that scurries across your cheeks. You have to lift the wine glass to your lips and take a handsome gulp to calm your increasing nerves. The scrutinizing gazes your friends gave as shocked work on all of their faces had you feeling guilty at what transpired between you and Suguru.

“I think y/n said her and Suguru made out.” Yuki says smugly, holding a hand out to Shoko who rolls her eyes. You can’t believe your eyes as you see Shoko slide a twenty to the blonde. She snatches it up before tucking it into her pocket and you only scuff at your best friends.

“Y’all had a bet?” You ask and Yuki nods.

“Of course. A long ass one — but a bet nonetheless.” Yuki tells you, smirking as she looks at Shoko from the side. The brunette only continues to roll her eyes and puff on an electronic vape in her hand.

“Yeah. I thought you were completely done with Suguru but Yuki apparently knows you better than I do and knew you would cave in one day.” Shoko does not bother hiding her disdain at her losing the bet and you and Utahime both shake your heads.

“You two are ridiculous.” Utahime says.

“Yet you keep coming back for more.” Yuki raises her eyebrows like the flirt she is and Utahime only shakes her head once more. You sigh, shaking your head and taking another long sip from your wine. You knew this was only the beginning yet it was already so painful with Yuki and her smug expression.

The situation with Suguru happened Sunday and now it was Friday night. Tonight is your monthly scheduled girls’ night with Shoko, Utahime, and Yuki. Suguru had the girls again and got them this morning before you went to work because he knows of the monthly tradition. When you saw him this morning you thought the time apart would dull the sparks you felt last time but you couldn’t be more wrong. Your stomach was at your knees when you saw him exit his car this morning. His hair was tied up in a messy bun, putting emphasis on his strong jaw you wanted to run your tongue along.

Not to mention the gray sweats that left you searching for a print absentmindedly.

Although nothing happened because you still played that stubborn game. It was a moment where Suguru looked like he wanted to confront you about what happened since you hadn’t called or texted him since he told you he got home safely, but the loud squealing of his babies prevented that. You only used that as an excuse to why unpacking that right that second was a bad idea.

So you and Suguru made it another day without addressing what happened. Even though that's what you wanted, you can’t ignore the disappointment you felt when he drove away.

“Anyways, you guys made out. What else happened?” Shoko asks, placing her vape down and picking up her wine glass. She takes a hefty sip, clearly enthralled with the change of events despite losing the bet. However, her brown eyes gaze at you with a look that is laced with concern and worry. That look only further makes your stomach twist and you take another sip of your wine before answering.

“Nothing. Naomi woke up because she had a nightmare.” You say. All three women exhale loudly, not realizing they were all holding their breath while awaiting your answer. They were suddenly thankful the eldest twin put a pause on the risky business occurring between her parents. Your best friends would be supportive of you no matter what you decide, but they never wanted you to do something you may have regret.

And with you telling them the nature of alcohol being involved they weren’t fully convinced that was something you truly wanted.

“Well thank god for that.” Utahime says and the rest of you nod. You take another sip and speak.

“Yeah but we were close. My leggings were almost off-”

“Wait, just your leggings? Not even your shirt? Yeah you were definitely thinking with your pussy and not with your brain, baby.” Yuki clocks you and the other two look at you for confirmation. You can only smile sheepishly and take another huge gulp from your wine. At this rate you’d be drunk shortly if you continued, but god this wine didn’t feel strong enough.

“Y/n this is serious though,” Utahime looks at you with eyes of concern, “do you regret it at all?” She asks the critical questions you feared all night. You look between your three best friends, licking your bottom lip as you feel your eyes stinging with tears. You feel ridiculous at the threat of crying because of a simple question so you try to blink them back but they notice. Utahime places a hand on your knee, thumb rubbing back and forth before you let the tears escape.

“No.” You admit for the first time aloud to yourself. More tears fall down your cheeks and you quickly try to wipe them, feeling weak for crying but you should know better. Your friends would think nothing of the sort of you because you've been through so much with Suguru. Between him being in and out of jail and the nights filled with toxic arguments, it was turmoil and heartbreak that they never wanted to see you go through again. Not just with him, but with anyone out there.

“Do you still love him?” Yuki asks, not able to stop herself. The other two women look at her with a pointed look but she ignores them. You understand the stares Shoko and Utahime gave her, but you also understood why Yuki was asking you this. It’s why you’re friends with her. She asks all the right questions no matter how hard they are.

“I…” you trail off shaking your head, “I don’t know.” You say honestly and your best friends give you a look of sympathy. They know what you’re feeling and know they can only help you with so much . This was something you really had to do some inner reflecting to figure out.

“And that’s okay,” Utahime assures you, still rubbing soft circles on your knee, “we’ll be here in any way you need us, okay?” She says and the other two women nod at her words. You nod at your best friends, another chorus of tears running down your cheeks before you look at your friends with gratitude.

“I love you guys.” You sniffle and Yuki pouts before removing herself from between Utahime and Shoko. She comes to your vacant side to hug you. You lean into her warmth as Utahime squishes you from the other side and Shoko decides she has to join in. She comes to the front and hugs all three of you.

“We love you too, y/n,” Shoko says against your hair before kissing it, “we’ll be with you however you decide to deal with this.” And the other two women nod against your frame. You can only break out into a small cry in response, the love and security filling you endlessly because you knew your girls always had your back.

You couldn’t be thankful to have a reliable support system.

Not too far from you, Suguru was having his own debriefing with his own friends after successfully putting the twins to bed. A drink in hand, he sat with his friends Satoru, Kento, and Choso. The three men look at him expectantly after he says he has something to share.

“So? What is it, Suguru?” Choso asks, taking a sip from his drink as the other two men look on. Suguru sighs, looking at his drink, the brown liquor suddenly the most captivating thing in the room. He looks back at his boys and then replies.

“I almost had sex with y/n.” Satoru and Choso yell out as Kento shakes his head.

“Your baby moms,” Choso asks for clarity and Suguru nods, “fuck bro.” He takes a large swig from his beer, shaking his head as Satoru claps his hands dramatically.

“I fucking knew yall were going to slip up at some point,” Satoru yells before sucking his teeth, “fuck I knew I should have got in on the bet with Shoko and Yuki.” muttering the last part to himself but Suguru heard. He pays his best friend no mind and is more focused on shushing them.

“Dumbass one and two shut the fuck up because if you wake my babies up…” Suguru threatens, trailing off but the two men lower their voices. Kento continues to shake his head at the two dumbasses in question but looks at Suguru with worry.

“What even happened?” Kento asks and Suguru sighs, shaking his head and taking a generous gulp from his drink. The brown liquor didn’t feel strong enough at this moment so he took another sip before answering.

“Crown fucking apple, bro.” Suguru sucks his teeth and all three of them shake their heads at the mention of the liquor.

“Gets you everytime.” Satoru shakes his head and Suguru throws the cap of a beer bottle at him. He giggles, ducking before taking a sip of his beer.

“And the fact that she actually let me hug her for the first time in years.” Suguru shares and the trio of men all look at him with wide eyes. Suguru nods as he takes a sip of his drink, his friends mirroring his action at the news of you accepting affection. Satoru, Kento, and Choso all knew about the shit you two went through and knew how much distance you put between you and Suguru. They heard — even saw —the cold shoulder you gave him and only kept topics pertaining to your kids. Any other topic you didn’t see a point in having because you were only co-parenting with Suguru, nothing more.

No deeper friendship than what your kids could see and for damn sure no relationship.

But as honest bystanders they definitely did not blame you one bit.

“Come again? Y/n let you hug her? Were the kids watching?” Kento asks and each of them find their surprise when you shake your head no.

“Nope. They were long in the house. She was crying too and told me she forgave me.” Suguru tells them and they all whistle at the change of events. Even Kento has to take a sip as Choso and Satoru do at the news of you forgiving him and being vulnerable while doing it too? They knew you were serious.

They all take long sips before Choso responds.

“Then she invites you for drinks?” He asks and Suguru nods.

“Yeah. And I finally got the courage to kiss her.” Suguru spills and the three men shake their heads again at the confession. It wasn’t a surprise to any of them though. They were well aware and far too familiar with Suguru and his desire to get you back. They knew it was more than a long shot but they didn’t blame you with the amount of fuck ups Suguru did. Not to mention they all know what an attractive woman you are and the fact that you even give him the time of day still is a blessing on their friend’s end. You could have anyone you wanted.

“And she didn’t slap the shit out of you?” Satoru asks incredulously and Suguru nods. He can’t help but smirk smugly and he takes another sip from his drink.

“Sure didn’t. Kissed me back and honestly we might have fucked that night…” Suguru shakes his head and Satoru raises an eyebrow. Choso also looks confused and Kento waits for Suguru to elaborate.

“What stopped y’all? She came to her senses?” Satoru teases and Suguru throws him a mean glare. He sucks his teeth.

“Nah, bruh Naomi had a nightmare and woke up. She was looking for y/n and I literally almost had her out her leggings.” Sugru says, shaking his head at the memory last Sunday. Frustration wasn’t even the word to describe what he felt but all that melted away when he saw the peril on his baby’s face. It was long forgotten when she perked up at the sight of him too, that smile of hers so contagious on him.

“That’s quite the turn of events.” Kento mutters before having to down the rest of his drink at the news sinking in. Satoru and Choso nod, following suit as they all polish off their drinks. Suguru only follows naturally since he’s at his own house and doesn’t have to drive home. His daddy duties are long done for the night and he can relax a bit.

“You’re fucking telling me.” Suguru mutters, rubbing his forehead at the slight stress he felt. He wants to feel excited about finally feeling your lips on his again, but with you avoiding him this morning he couldn’t celebrate just yet. He saw the way you tried to keep the conversation focused on the girls and when he finally had a chance to speak on what happened the girls came rushing out. He knew you would use that as an excuse to push the conversation further off and it took everything in him to drive away without confronting you.

You gotta show her you’re different now, he spoke to himself as he drove off and directed his attention to his screaming girls in the backseat.

“And now how is she acting?” Chosos asks, sensing there was more to this story after they all refilled their drinks. When he sees Suguru look at his Hennessy rather than his boys he knows it's not good. He takes a sip from his beer as he watches his friend speak.

“Weird as fuck.” Suguru admits and they all utter a damn and have to drink to that news. They had feared you would have reacted this way had anything happened between you two.

“Damn, Suguru.” Satoru sighs out and takes two large gulps from his beer.

“I fucking know bro.” Suguru continues to look at his liquor swishing around in his cup. They saw their friend looking hurt before them but there was nothing they could do. After all, it was Suguru’s fault why he was in this position in the first place.

“So, what’s your plan now?” Kento asks, looking curiously at his friend and Suguru briefly looks from his drink to his friend. He sighs, shrugging.

“Patiently wait until she’s ready to discuss it.” Suguru says, knowing that’s the only way to deal with you. You need your space to figure things out and the last thing he wanted to do was make you feel cornered. He wanted you to come to him when you felt comfortable.

“Smart man.” Kento says, impressed with his best friend and seeing the growth between him now and his younger self. Suguru looks from his drink and to his friend, smiling softly before taking a gulp.

“Time behind bars makes you think about all the shit you could have done differently.” Suguru admits solemnly and the other men can’t help but nod and take big sips at the memory of their boy behind bars.

“I never wanted to rub it in,” Choso says, “but you fucked up badly fumbling y/n.” Kento and Satoru nod at his words and Suguru can’t even get mad because he knows he’s right.

“Choso’s right. Y/n was nothing but good to you.” Kento adds and Satoru nods.

“Both of them are right.” Satoru finishes. Suguru can only look between all his friends finally.

“I know. I got a lot of making up to do.” He admits to everyone, including himself. They all take a brief moment, soaking in the silence amongst the four of them before Satoru’s eyes light up. He makes a noise, garnering the attention of his friends that have them raising their eyebrows. A cat-like smirk spreads across his lips before he takes a sip of his drink.

“I just had the best idea.” Satoru says, giggling to himself mischievously as everyone looks on, waiting for an elaboration.

“You gonna share or?” Choso asks and he quickly looks at Suguru. The male scans his friend up and down before looking back at Choso.

“I will, with you and Kenny boy but not in front of him.” Satoru jabs a thumb in Suguru's direction and the male raises his eyebrow once more.

“What the fuck are you planning?” Suguru demands but Satoru ignores him.

“Why not tell Suguru?” Kento asks and Satoru answers him.

“I’ll explain but not in front of Suguru,” he turns to look at a steadily pissed off Suguru, “you’ll fuck up the plan if I tell you.” His teeth clench at his friend who continues to test his patience however Satoru continues to wear that same smug look. That look that taunts him for being out of the know.

“If you fuck up anything I got going on with my baby mama–” Suguru starts off but Satoru cuts him off.

“I promise I will not fuck anything up and I will take full responsibility if things go south but I’m telling Kenny here because he’ll tell me if he’s a good idea or not.” Satoru says after hooking a arm around Kento’s neck, point his thumb at Kento as he says his beloved – not – nickname. Kento only rolls his eyes and unwraps Satoru’s arm from around his neck.

“It’s true, Suguru,” Kento assures him, “I got your back. If it's not a good move I’ll call it off. Although I’m interested to see what this plan is.” Kento finishes as he strokes his chin, falling into deep thought as he thinks about what Satoru could possibly be planning.

“I trust you.” Suguru says, reaching out and him and Kento dap one another up. Satoru pouts dramatically.

“So you trust him and not me?” Satoru questions and Suguru lifts his glass up to his lips before quickly replying.

“That's exactly right.” Suguru says as Kento and Choso chuckle. Satoru only continues pouting and Suguru shakes his head seeing similar mannerisms in that of his twins.

“I don’t know why. I’m the only one who’s in a successful relationship.” Satoru casually gloats as he crosses his arms over his chest. He huffs, pouting but the other three men shake their heads.

“I’m still trying to work out in my head how you managed to get Utahime to go for that.” Kento says, taking a sip from his drink and Suguru and Choso can’t help but agree. Satoru only blushes at the sound of the woman’s name but he shakes his head.

“Is it so hard to believe that I’m handsome and charming?” Satoru asks his friends and they all nod without a second question.

“Absolutely.”

“Yeah dumbass.”

“Yeah, Satoru.”

“All of y’all are haters,” Satoru huffs, “anyways thank me later when you and y/n get back together.” He finishes out before taking another handsome sig of his drink. Suguru only looks at his best friend and hopes for once he’s right about this mysterious plan Satoru insisted on leaving him in the dark with.

Even though Suguru was clueless about the plan he one thing for certain:

and that was he would do anything to get you back.

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Used to be yours

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You were never part of Bradley's plan. The plan consisted of two things, getting into the Navy, and being a pilot. But the day he met you was the day his list grew, grew to include you, the constantly forgotten best friend of his most hated classmate. Jake Seresin. He would never forget his Tapout ceremony, because that's where his real story starts.

You had known Jake your whole life so it wasn't really a surprise when he asked you to come to the ceremony. His father had also hated you for at least your entire friendship with his son. You, in his eyes, were nowhere near good enough to be associating with the Seresin Heir. It didn't matter that you had money of your own, sitting away in a trust fund. In Jacob Sr's eyes you were just the kid from town who's daddy had died in the line of duty.

It didn't matter that said daddy had died while on call as a firefighter..

So when you were told to buy your own ticket, get your own hotel room and rental car you really weren't surprised. What did surprise you though was Jake barely even saying hi to you before he was introducing some girl to the rest of his family. The snarky smile she gave you and the little finger wave of condescension turned your stomach. The little life that Jake had unknowingly left there the night before not yet protesting, but the action caused your heart to squeeze in pain. Without having to speak, since no one was listening anyways, you walked away and to the bathroom.

Your heart broke slightly when you came back and the entire Seresin family was nowhere to be seen. They had left, off to some fancy dinner without you. Jake had left.. without you.. suddenly the receipts for this trip flashed in your mind. The money for the ticket, room, the car you rented. The pretty black dress and shoes you bought to wear. All money wasted..

At least it was wasted until you turned around and noticed a group of high ranking Military men standing looking sadly at something. Side stepping a little you looked past them to see another man, still standing at attention, clearly waiting for no one but waiting all the same. You didn't know what took you over but suddenly you couldn't look away. Your feet moved towards him without thinking as you took him in.

He was beautiful. Beautiful in a broken kind of way, the same way you always saw in yourself when you looked in the mirror. Scars on his neck and face came into view the closer you got. And when his brown eyes locked onto yours it was like the entire world faded. Like you could see yourself introducing this man to your friends, to your grandma. Taking him to your dad's grave without him laughing or being awkward like Jake did the one time you took him there.

Bradley was shocked to see someone walking towards him. He wanted to turn and see who you were really looking for but he knew he was the only one left out on the field. He had seen Natasha pause wanting to turn around and tap him out. He could see her now from the corner of the field watching as this beautiful girl walked towards him. You stopped just in front of him and whispered a small hi. Clearly you were embarrassed, he was too. But when you asked in a voice much stronger if it was okay for you to tap him out he almost sagged in relief. When your hand came up to tap him on the shoulder tears filled his eyes.

Without asking his arms wrapped around you, yours easily coming around to hold him just as tightly. For some reason seeing him left out on the field waiting for someone who couldn't show up made you understand him on a level that so many other people couldn't. You ask him to go to dinner with you and the two of you spent the entire night talking about your parents and his. Expressing how grateful you both were to have someone in your life for you, it was your grandma for him, his Uncle Maverick. Maverick was due back the next day meaning that when Bradley practically begged you to meet him you couldn't turn it down.

The next morning when Bradley opened the door to the home he and Maverick were temporarily sharing, the wind was knocked out of his lungs. He had never been more sure than in that moment that his parents were truly looking out for him as his eyes took in the Hawaiian style dress sundress you were wearing. You mistook his awed look though, quickly explaining how your parents got married in Hawaii and how after your mother passed away your father took to wearing Hawaiian shirts to try and honor her memory. And how even after he passed away you tried to continue that tradition.

Bradley stopped you with a soft smile even though inside he wanted to strangle whoever it was that made you feel so self-conscious about it. Gently he grabbed your hand and guided you up to his makeshift room pulling out a Hawaiian shirt that belonged to his dad and telling you a very similar story. It was the start of what would become a fairytale-like story.

Three months later you were storming from Seresin family ranch and sprinting for your car. Positive pregnancy test fisted in your grip as Jacob's words replayed over and over in your mind. "No son of mine will be drug down by a bastard child." "You're just a sad little girl who's looking for a family" "He will never love you". After Jacob SR demanded he pay for an abortion you stormed out. His mother caught up to you on the porch, promising your child a trust fund and enough money to care for a baby for 18 years if you just swore to never tell Jake.

You were suddenly thankful that your plane ticket was for the same day. Bradley was coming home the next day and Mav had asked you to pick him up from the docks. You were beyond excited to see him. Your love for Jake had faded every single day as you talked to Bradley. You were terrified to tell him though that there was a baby growing in you. One that was put there by someone who went out of his way to make Bradley's life harder. Someone who used the fact that Bradley's parents had passed away as a reason why he wasn't good enough to be a pilot.

The next day your phone rang as this giant ship got closer and closer to the dock. Bradley had been staring at his phone for 10 minutes waiting to get enough service to call. He just wanted to know when the soonest he would be able to see you. He could hear the deep sadness and worry in your voice when you said you were waiting on the dock for him. He thought nothing could dampen the pure excitement he felt knowing that someone was waiting for him, especially someone he loved as much as he loves you. But he was proved wrong when he saw how puffy and red your eyes were. How your bottom lip quivered the closer he got. The only thought then was what he would do to make you feel better.

And that's what he did for the last 10 years every decision Bradley Bradshaw has ever made has been made with the utmost care. When he adamantly wanted nothing more than to continue dating you. When he said he wanted to be there for the birth of your daughter. Another year later when he got out on one knee and asked you to become his wife. When two years later he begged you to let him adopt and make her officially a Bradshaw. And potentially the biggest decision he's ever made to date, was made last week when Cyclone pulled all of the aviators and officially made them the dagger Squad. Everyone besides Maverick, Cyclone and Phoenix were shocked to hear the mustache man say that he needed to call and talk to his wife. The guys all sat around talking about how none of them had even known Bradshaw was married.

Jake scoffed and rolled his eyes when Phoenix told him in a very hard voice that it wasn't any of his business. Jake never understood because no matter how hard he tried to reconcile and create a friendship with Rooster the man just constantly blew him off. It didn't matter how many times he apologized for bringing up his dad. Or for screaming nepotism when he found out that Bradley had grown up with Ice and Mav. Bradley held strong that he couldn't forgive some of the things the man had said. But Jake didn't know Bradley wouldn't forgive him for the words that he spoke to you.

Bradley remembers the devastation on your face when you called Jake to tell him you were pregnant. It had taken Maverick and himself two months to talk you into it. And it was something Bradley hated remembering, hates that he had a hand in. Because he will never forget the look on your face when Jake told you he couldn't be friends with you anymore. That being friends with a young, single mother was bad for not only his family's reputation but his own. That he didn't want his higher up thinking he hung out with people who made bad choices. He hung up before you ever got the chance to tell him who the baby belonged to.

Two months later an envelope arrived in the mail, inside were papers that broke your heart even more. Paperwork signed by Jake stating that he wanted nothing to do with any potential child. Bank account information as well as trust fund information for your daughter from his parents with a letter from his mother apologizing that they could have nothing to do with you or her.

You never spoke to or of Hangman again, until your husband called and told you he had a possible permanent assignment. Told you the details and who would be there. You wanted to say no. Wanted to tell Bradley to come back to his previous team, back to the small home you had made for yourselves. But you could hear the underlying excitement in his voice. Could see the hope shining in his eyes even over Face-time. You knew being close to Mav and Ice would bring him joy. Being at TOPGUN made him feel closer to his father. Would give him an opportunity to become an instructor. You knew that you couldn't allow your past to destroy something beautiful in your future. Even if you knew that Rooster wouldn't complain a single time if you said you couldn't do it. But for him… you could do anything.

Even at that something was seeing Hangman. And yes that was what you were going to call him because the person you remembered as Jake was the first person you had ever fallen in love with, a boy from your childhood who would do anything and everything to make you smile. Hangman was the guy who left you at his Tapout ceremony. The guy who left when he found out you were pregnant. The guy who had hung you out to dry and never looked back. While you were ridiculously grateful that he had saved your husband and surrogate father in law, you couldn't forgive him for everything else.

That's why now Bradley was standing on the tarmac nervous as hell. Because he hadn't seen you or his daughter in months and of course Hangman had to be here with the group. Claiming he wanted to see everyone's happy reunions. Bradley had sent you a text stating that the blond was here, he just hoped you would see it before you got off the plane. As he watched the tires bounce on the ground he got a text.

BeautifulGirl: Hen wants Mav to catch her off the stairs like always. Catch me BradBrad?

BradBrad: Always Beautiful. Be the last off for me. ❤️

He leaned over and showed the text messages to Maverick who chuckled and shook his head even though deep down he absolutely loved having a tradition with his granddaughter. So together they stood and waited watching as Phoenix's girlfriend came rushing down the stairs screaming for her. As Bob's little sister brought over his dog, and as Payback reunited with his two daughters and wife before moving forward.

Bradley turned back looking at the group, happy to find that Coyote and Hangman were being introduced to Payback's wife so they were too busy to watch. As soon as they reached the bottom of the plane stairs a beautiful little blonde girl with sea-foam green eyes threw herself off the second to last step and into the arms of her Grandpa, both of them laughing. Pete gently stepped out of the way so that you could throw your arms and legs around your husband pressing your lips together all in pretty much one movement. He wrapped one arm under your butt, holding you too him while the other wrapped around your neck. It was a feeling neither of you would ever get used to or tired of.

Being together, touching each other in any way was addictive. The two if you were always touching. Whether it was holding hands or Bradley's hand resting on your back or you sitting on his lap, you were always touching when you were together. Next to you you guys could hear Mav and Henley giggling. Bradley smiled whispering to you "I'm chop liver to her when Poppas here" you nodded brushing your fingers down his cheek. Mavs voice broke the little bubble around the two of you. "How about we go get some lunch and ice cream then my little Henny can stay the night."

Hangman watched from the other side of the tarmac as Rooster and Maverick each carried someone away from the plane and towards Bradley's Bronco. There was something in the back of his mind and in his heart screaming to get a closer look. To know who this little girl was in Mavericks arms. To just see the face of the woman that was so tightly held against Bradley. But as he went to take a step forward Phoenix laid a hand on his chest and gave him a hard look while shaking her head. When he looked back up the little family was already loading into the Bronco.

PART 2

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gojos-thot-patrol · 7 months

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Starring: Frat boy! Sukuna and a (possibly) pregnant reader

Synopsis: Funny how something as small as a grain of rice can cause a shift so massive in so many lives. Deny all he wants, you're having a baby and now Ryomen has to comes to terms with being a young dad. While it can be read on it's own, this is also part of the Frat Boy Au, which you can read here!

Content Warnings: a pregnancy scare, other than that, it's mostly fluff ;)

(Also, if yall want a song to go with the fic: New Mistakes by Jellyfish inspired it)

You had experienced time slowing down before. It slowed down as you walked across the stage for your high school graduation. It had slowed down again when you got your acceptance letter to college. It slowed down the first time you saw your now boyfriend, and when you met his mom for the first time. But it had never been slower than it was now, as you sat on your bed, staring at the Clearblue pregnancy test in your hand.

“Well, what’s it say?!” You roommate, Mei Mei, asked- arguably more nervous than you were. She knew Ryomen was bad news, but she didn’t think he was this fucking bad. She moved to try and take the test from your hand, only for Shoko to slap her shoulder.

“Stop making a bad situation worse Mei.” Shoko growled, irritated from not being able to light a cigarette during this high stress situation.

“Two lines…” You mumbled, not looking up from the stick, “Two lines, what does two lines mean!?” Their expressions told you everything you needed to know. Panic filled you as you dropped the test and grabbed a pillow to scream into. God, how could you have let this happen?! Your period was only a few days late, you had taken the test mostly to put Mei Mei at ease. You didn’t know if you were happy you took it or not anymore.

“It’s okay Y/n, we’ll figure this out.” Shoko sighed as she rubbed your back, failing to hide the disappointment in her voice.

“How am I supposed to tell him?!” You panicked as you ripped your head up from the pillow, “How do you tell someone you ruined there life?!”

“You ruined his life?!” Mei Mei scoffed in disbelief at the assertion, “You should be asking him how the hell he plans to make this up to you! He ruined your life!”

“Nobody's life is ruined!” Shoko snapped at the both of you. “It’s a baby not cancer, Jesus fucking Christ. And it’s not like you don’t have options. You’re the one in control here Y/n, whatever you want to happen will happen.” She said, motherly assurance uncharacteristically thick in her tone. It did make you feel a little bit better about the situation. You weren’t absolutely powerless here.

And it wasn’t like you were against being a mother. Quite the contrary, you liked the idea. Of course, you never thought it would be this soon in your life, but…the universe had a funny way of handling things. And if you were going to have a baby, you didn’t think you could have picked a better guy than Ryomen. He was loving, and kind, not to mention the fact he was guaranteed a good job out of college. But, you also knew that he was beyond nervous about being a dad one day, terrified by the notion of becoming his own father.

“I need to talk to Ryomen.” You sighed.

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“Dude, In what world does a theoretical physicist need to know about the themes of The Metamorphosis, so a dude becomes a bug, so wh-”

“Hey, shut up Y/n just texted me.” Ryomen cut Satoru off as he checked his phone, the buzzing alerting him to a notification. They were sitting next to each other on the couch, venting about classes they hated. Sugruru was sitting on the arm of the couch closest to Satoru, and Nanami taking up an entire love seat across from them as he played on his own phone. It was a relief to have an excuse to end this conversation really. Ryomen did not have it in him to try and listen to his frat brother straight up misunderstand classic literature for the millionth time.

“And you couldn’t wait to answer it until I finished my sen-”

“No, Y/n texted.” Ryomen said without looking up from his phone, but trusting his tone got across his annoyance. Satoru knew you took precedence, Ryomen didn't know why he was acting like you didn’t all of the sudden.

“And she couldn't wait for two-”

“Are you still talking?” Ryomen snapped. Satoru let out an irritated grumble, frustrated he couldn’t go on his (ill informed) rant about how classic American literature, and literature in general, was useless. “Y/n wants to come over.” Ryomen informed his frat brothers. “Like, now.”

“What’s up with Y/n?” Suguru asked from his spot on the arm of couch, deciding it was safe to enter the conversation now that there was no hope of Satoru going on his rant.

“No clue, she just says we need to talk.” He grumbled softly as he typed on his phone. It wasn’t like you to be this cagey about anything, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t concern him at least a little.

“Dude, shes gonna break up with you.” Satoru's mouth moved faster than his brain did, and for it he got a swift elbow to the stomach.

“No she’s not.” Ryomen hissed. “She just wants to talk.”

“It’s probably to make plans for fall break, I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” Nanami said, quickly getting irritated with all the arguing.

“Yeah, the dorms close in, what, like two weeks?” Suguru confirmed, “She’s probably gonna ask to stay with your family so she doesn't have to fly back to her own.”

“You’re probably right.” Ryomen took a deep breath to try and calm himself down. That made sense. You got along great with his mom and brother, and your own family basically not at all. It tracked that you would rather drive a few hours and spend a week with people you liked than fly out to people you didn’t. Yeah, that made sense. Yeah.

So why did he still feel so anxious?

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Ryomen had never been more convinced that you were going to leave him than he was now. As you sat across from him on the bed, starring at your fidgeting hands as if they held the secrets to the universe. Something was palpably wrong, he could feel it hanging in a thick veil between the two of you. He didn’t know if he should reach beyond it to hold you, or give you your space and let you come to him. He settled on nervously picking at his nails.

“So, uh, you wanted to talk?” He asked.

“Yeah, I, uh..I’m just trying to think of how to say this.” You muttered. He felt the color drain from his life when you said that. What did he do? Was it about Amy- or whatever the fuck her name was? That was a month ago now, surly it wasn’t that. Was it someone else? That thought made Ryomen realize that actually, he was capable of murder.

He could feel his jaw clench at the thought of you with another man, white hot rage filling his hands and emotions while images of you with a stranger flashed in his head against his will. What the fuck did that asshole have that he didn’t? What made them think they were worthy of your smile, of your laugh, of you? Who did they think they were?

“Ryomen, I’m pregnant.”

“He’ll never love you like I do.” There was a thick silence of a different variety as they two of you spoke over each other, both of you trying to process what the other said.

“A-are you saying the…baby won’t love me?” You weren’t offended, you were just confused.

“You’re fucking pregnant?” Ryomen could feel his entire world shifting in real time. Thank god you weren’t leaving, but…Pregnant?

“Yeah, that’s what I said, what did You say?” You questioned again, trying to figure out where the fuck that came from. Of all the things you expected him to say, it wasn’t whatever he said.

“It doesn’t really matter what I said, forget I said anything, how long have you known?” He asked, finally pushing past the veil to wrap his arms around you.

“Like…maybe thirty minuets?” You sighed, rubbing your face as the stress came back. “My period was a week late, so…I took a test, and well…Baby.” You still weren’t sure this was all real.

Ryomen felt the world freeze around him as reality took hold. A dad? He couldn’t be a fucking dad. He was in his fucking twenties, he still had two years left until he graduated, he couldn’t be a dad yet! He thought about his own father, who buckled under the pressure and ran off the moment things got hard. What if he inherited that kind of cowardice? Hell, he didn’t even have the spine to tell his dad to fuck off when he came back in his life after eleven years of radio silence just to completely take control of his future, how the fuck was he supposed to raise a child?!

“Babygirl, that’s amazing!” He smiled, pulling you into his lap and kissing your forehead, “You’re going to be an amazing mom.”

“You think so?” You whispered, taking some comfort in his confidence, It eased your own fear about the uncertain future.

“Of course I do.” He assured you with the grin that got you into this mess in the first place. Ryomen was fucking petrified of what came next, and he could tell you were too. To him, easing your fear was the most important thing. He could have his own freak out later, right now he needed to be here for you.

And his words did the trick. Slowly you could feel the tension melting from your shoulders as it settled in that he wasn’t mad, and you weren’t in this alone. “God, I was so scared you where going to leave.” You confessed, feeling the tears pool in the corner of your eyes. His arms tightened around you, holding you like he feared you might be the one to run.

“I’m not going anywhere Babygirl, I promise,” He swore to you, kissing the top of your head, “Wherever you are, that’s were I’ll be. Right next to you and our baby.” His smile was so reassuring, for a second, you actually felt hopeful for the future. He pulled your face to his, and you melted into his kiss.

Ryomen laid with you in his bed, cuddling and talking softly until you finally passed out. He insisted on you staying the night with him, if for no other reason than he found comfort in having you near. He waited until he knew you were in a deep sleep, breathing softly and steadily. He kissed your cheek before he slipped out of bed, into the kitchen for a beer, then out to the balcony to drink it. He was leaning against the old wooden railing, running a hand through his hair as he tried to visualize what his future would look like now.

“So a baby, huh?” He nearly jumped out of his skin at Suguru's voice.

“Jesus fucking Christ, a warning Geto!” He hissed as he took a drink of the cheap beer, giving Suguru the side eye as he leaned next to him.

“Sorry, I’ll make sure to yell at the top of my lungs everywhere I go from now on.” Suguru chuckled softly.

“How do you know we’re having a baby?” Suguru grimaced a little at the pink haired mans question, knowing he got the information through unethical means.

“Satoru listened in on yours and Y/n conversation.” He said as if his ear wasn’t pressed up against the door too, “Sorry.”

“Mmm.” Ryomen groaned, not wanting to accept the apology, but acknowledging it none the less.

“So…whats the plan?” Suguru asked the question no one really wanted to ask, but everyone wanted the answer to.

“The plan is I’m going to be a dad, I guess.” Ryomen grumbled, not really use to the idea yet. He took another drink.

“Well, in that case, congratulations then!” Suguru smiled, taking the cheap beer from Ryomen’s hand and lifting it up, “To the new dad! You’ll do great.” He said as he took a drink.

“Gee, thanks you’re too kind.” Ryomen scoffed.

“Hey man, I’m serious.” Suguru insisted, “I think you’ll be a great dad, if for no other reason than cause your dad sucked. You have the perfect example of what not to do.”

“No I don’t.” Ryomen argued, stress edging into his tone against his will, “My dad wasn’t even there to show me what to not do, he was fucking gone! I have no idea what the hell I’m supposed to do!” His panic was getting the better of him. He took his beer back and took another drink.

“No one does.” Suguru chuckled, still as calm as ever. “You think this shit comes with a manual? No parent in the long history of parenting has ever known what they were doing. But, you’re worried about it. You’re worried about being a good dad. And that’s further than any shitty parent gets. Probably further than you’re dad got. It shows you care man. And besides, you’ll have Y/n with you. She’s going to be a fantastic mom. If shes got the patience to deal with us, a toddler will be a breeze.”

“I don’t know man. What if…what if I am just like my dad?” Ryomen muttered. He looked just like him. He was going to take over his business. Hell, after his dad forced him to be a business major, Ryomen even changed his last name back to his fathers. It made sense at the time, a Sukuna should be the one to take over the Sukuna family business. But, now? Now that he had to pass that last name on? He wasn’t sure he wanted it. “What if it’s just…in my blood to be my dad?”

Suguru actually laughed at that, hard enough to embarrass the man next to him. “Ryomen, being a shitty person is not genetic I assure you. If it was, Nanami would be a lot more insufferable. It’s not up to our parents to decide who we are as people, that for us to decide and us alone. You’re not your DNA sequencing, you’re the actions that you take and the choices that you make. Your father has no control over that.”

“I mean…yeah. I guess you’re right.” Ryomen muttered, taking another drink before handing the bottle back to Suguru. As cliche as it may have been to say, he was starting to feel better. Maybe he wasn't doomed to be his father. Maybe the Sukuna name wasn’t a death sentence.

“Of course I’m right.” Suguru grinned as he finished off the beer. “So what are you going to do now?” He asked.

“Now?” Ryomen sighed, “Now I need to go talk to my mom.”

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It was a week before Ryomen found the time to make the drive home. A week that he spent attached to your hip. A week making sure you didn’t have to lift up a single thing, a week of threatening anyone who dared smoke around you, and a week of coming to terms with his new future. The two of you had spent the time researching doctors, and on baby forums looking for advice. He was relieved to admit, he kinda became fond of the idea of having a little baby running around.

He started to imagine what they would look like, what they would sound like, and what their favorite color would be. Money wouldn’t be an issue once he took over Malevolent Shrine International, so he wasn’t worried about that. Honestly, you wouldn't have to work if you didn’t want to, and if you did want to he could afford child care. The two- No. The three of you were going to be okay. He hoped it would be only three.

He knocked on the door of his childhood home, having forgot his key and not being willing to go all the way back for it. Much to his dismay, Yuji answered the door.

“Sorry, sign says no solicitors.” He said, quickly trying to close the door. Ryomen was fast to push against him, trying to get his body through the crack in the entry.

“Open the door brat or I’m going to wipe your hard drive.” Ryomen threatened,

“College hasn’t changed you one bit, has it?” Yuji scoffed, sticking his tongue out at his brother.

“It’s made me more prone to violence, wanna see?” Ryomen growled as he pushed against the door harder. Yuji stood firm though, an immovable object to Ryomen’s unstoppable force.

“I’m going to tell Y/n you said that!” It was Yuji’s turn to threaten, “I’m also going to tell her that you beat me up! And you’re mean! And that you kick kittens!”

“Why you little-” Ryomen finally got his arm through the small space, almost getting a hand on his little brother before his mothers voice brought the entire show to a halt.

“Are you two Trying to break my door?!” She sounded exasperated, “Yuji, let your brother in!” The moment their mother got involved the boys remembered how to act, with Yuji calmly opening the door and Ryomen walking in like he wasn’t just trying to strangle his little sibling.

“Hi Mom.” He said, smiling warmly as she came up and hugged him.

“Hi Honey,” She said, giving him a soft pat on the cheek. “Wheres Y/n? I made coffee.”

“She had a test today, she couldn’t make it.” He said. That was a lie. You were completely free, but, he didn't want you here for this conversation.

“Mmm, you know your ears turn red when you lie, right?” His mom laughed as she walked to the kitchen. He followed her with a roll of his eyes, sitting at the kitchen table.

“She was busy, alright?” He defended himself as his mom put a coffee cup in front of him, sitting across from him with her own.

“Sure. So what did you need to talk about sweetie?” She asked. Ryomen took a moment to really study his mom. She didn’t look so different from how he remembered her in his childhood. A few more wrinkles, a lot more gray hair, but still his mother none the less. He wondered how she felt when she realized she was having a baby.

“So, um…Y/n is…” He couldn’t make eye contact.

“Ryomen, don’t tell me you got that poor girl pregnant.” She gasped, putting down her mug and looking at him with demanding eyes.

“Why would you jump to that?!” He tried to deflect.

“Then tell me she’s not.” She said, looking at him with a scowl that dared him to try and lie.

“....She is.” He sighed, taking a drink from his coffee to get away from her disappointed gaze.

“Sweet Jesus...” His mom sighed, closing her eyes and rubbing her forehead. Then she laughed a little, shaking her head with a soft smile she tried to hide behind her coffee cup.

“What?” He asked. She shook her head again.

“Nothing just…well, I guess I was around your age when I had you. A little younger. You can’t really be mad at the apple for not falling too far from the tree now, can you?” She chuckled softly, and it put Ryomen at ease. So she wasn’t going to eviscerate him. Good.

“Yeah, well…Gotta honor some family traditions, am I right?” He tried to joke, only to be quickly shut up by his mothers disapproving glare.

“So whats your plan big man?” She asked, “You’re not going to leave her alone with this, that’s for damn sure.”

“No mom, I couldn’t even imagine-”

“Good, cause I’ll choose Y/n over you every time.” She teased.

“I know mom.” He smiled, “Good to know you like her, cause that makes this question a lot easier to ask.”

“Oh?” He really caught her attention now.

“I was wondering, do you know where Grandmas wedding ring is?” He bit his lip as he finally said it out loud. Even before you were pregnant, every time Ryomen imagined his future, it was always with you as his wife. He couldn’t conceive of a life without you by his side, now more so than ever. He was going to make things right, and unlike his own dad, he wasn’t going to wait for the second baby to do it. He knew he was on the right track when he saw his mothers proud smile.

“As a matter of a fact, I think I do. I think I know where some of your old baby clothes are too, hold on.”

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“Ryo!” You smiled as he walked into the entry of the frat house, carrying a walmart bag of old baby clothes. You were down the stairs and in his arms in an instant, laughing happily as you jumped to him. He caught you with a grin, spinning you around before putting you back on the ground.

“I could get used to that.” He teased. You smiled and rolled your eyes playfully at him.

“I’m sure you could. Ryo, I have amazing news, I- wait, what’s in the bag?” You asked as your brain finally registered that there was something in his hand.

“Oh, yeah!” He smiled excitedly as he put the bag on the coffee table, “Remember how I went to talk to my mom? She says hi by the way, but look! She still had some of mine and Yuji’s old baby clothes!” He said, pulling out a truly precious onesie, covered in stars and a rocket ship, followed by a red, blue, and yellow stripped jumper.

“Oh baby-” You sighed as you realized your good news might actually not be good news.

“I know it’s not a lot, and its all kinda old and used, but it’s a start, you know? Something to bring the baby home in.” He said, putting the clothes down and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Baby, I’m not pregnant.” You dropped that like a nuke. He blinked at you as he tried to process what you just said.

“Huh?”

“I’m not pregnant Ryomen, I’m sorry. I got my period.” You said, gently cupping his cheek. You did not expect a reaction like this at all. Confusion, sure, but not…disappointment?

“But I thought you took a test?” He asked, trying to catch up to reality.

“I did, but it must have been a false positive. Apparently that’s pretty common with my birth control.”

“Oh…” He wasn’t expecting to feel so upset about this either. Like the entire world he had build up in his mind was gone. He realized he was going to be mourning the death of someone who truly never existed, and felt so ridiculous about it. He didn’t realize he was tearing up until you brushed a tear off his cheek.

“I’m sorry Ryo…but, hey! Look on the bright side, we get to keep our twenties!” You chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood. He smiled gently and nodded.

“You’re right it’s just…I don’t know. I kinda liked the idea of starting a family with you.” He confessed softly, an idea that would have made his skin crawl just a little over a year ago. You really did force him to grow up. You laughed a little more sincerely this time, and gave him a quick kiss.

“Sorry Ryo, if you want a family, you’re gonna have to upgrade from the girlfriend package to the wifey bundle.” You teased him.

“Y/n!” Gojo yelled from up the stairs, “Nanami got tired of waiting for you, he un-paused the game!” You paled as you realized that Nanami was unfairly demolishing you at street fighter.

“Hey! That’s illegal!” You yelled as you ran up the stairs to try and salvage the round. Ryomen watched as you ran away, an unfamiliar fondness growing in his chest. Normally, he would have been unbelievably jealous you were hanging out with his friends- especially without him. Now though? He saw it as a good sign.

“Upgrade, huh?” He muttered, mostly to himself. His hand dropped into his pocket, clutching the ring box there. “Don’t worry Y/n. I plan on it.” He promised as he went up stairs to join you.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #jjk frat boy au #frat boy sukuna #sukuna fluff #domestic sukuna #curseless au #dad sukuna #sukuna x reader fluff

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Farmer!Price RAAAAAAAHHHHH

You stood outside with your arms crossed waiting for John to cross the street. He does a little jog towards your front yard, Beau running up to him and getting her dirty paws all over his work clothes.

"Beau, down!" You yell. "She's fine," He brushes you off, petting the big girls head. She eventually backs off and runs into the house, passing you making sure to bump your knee.

"You been good?" You ask watching him walk up your porch steps, small grunts leave his lips as he takes each step. "Could be better." He chuckles finally meeting you at the top.

"How're you?" He follows behind you into the older home, You let out a dramatic sigh, "Jackass stopped by, So I've seen better days." You roll your eyes at the mention of your ex-husband. John snorts at your reaction, "And your Dad?" he asks.

"He's in the living room, You can go say hey." You grin, heading into the kitchen to pull the lemon cake from the oven.

John walked into the Living room, Your father laying in the hospital bed facing the window, outlooking the backyard. A sad sight before him. He stands by the bed, looking at the older man who's body's now frail was once a tall cheery figure, A lot like you.

"The nurse stopped by Tuesday, said It's now a matter of waiting." you appear behind him, "That's why he's been so sleepy, and in and out of it ." You finish a sad look in your eyes as you glance over your fathers tired body. You place a hand on Johnny's shoulder, "Why don't you go eat some cake." You give it a light squeeze and walk out of the living room back into the kitchen.

You serve him a nice, thick, slice of the lemon glazed cake, sliding it over towards him. "Thank you," He lifts the fork, digging in.

"So what am I doing with the cinder block?" He says, mouth stuffed with the lemony goodness. "My dad's got this empty shed, and The block is just sitting in this one spot taking up all the grass, So I need them in there." You explain, "Whenever you want to get started let me know."

And when he does, boy do you have a show. His work shirt discarded after the 10th cinder block he moved. You watched him from the kitchen window, His buff arms glistening with sweat.

You grab a glass from the cabinet, filling it up with some water and Ice and walk out to the back yard, "You alright?" You yell, approaching him, "It's humid." He breathes, "Don't know how you do it." He takes the water from your hand, "It's cause you're not from here," You watch him suck down the water intently, his Adam's apple bobbing with each gulp. He hands you back the glass, thanking you. "Looks like you're almost done," You comment, shading your eyes from the sun that was setting.

You felt like a loser, lusting after your neighbor, who clearly has no interest in you. He's just being polite and you were peeking through the kitchen blinds crossing your fingers that he'll take his under shirt off. Insanity, it has to be.

Once he finishes you give him one of the "good plates" filled with slices of cake, you cover it with some tin foil and hand it off. Doping he'll take the hint, bringing back your fine china.

And maybe so he can see you again.

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abbyromanoff · 1 year

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Hey I've got a request

Idk if you've written a fic about this before, so ignore this if you have

Late night conversations with big stepsis Nat has you admitting that you know next to nothing about sex except what you've read in textbooks

And Nat makes it her responsibility to teach (show) you everything she knows (especially all the kinky stuff)

Could you make is extremely smutty, please 🥺?

Step-sis

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word count: 2149

Warnings: step-cest, daddy kink, innocence kink, slightly dark/pervert Nat, fingering, head, bit of a needy Nat, possessiveness, jealousy, small angst, mentions of strap sucking,

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“Alright you two, don’t cause any trouble while we’re gone!” Your father yelled out, he and your stepmother leaving in a hurry. They were going on their honeymoon in Peru, leaving you and Nat all by yourself. The two of you had always gotten along, you had sought her for guidance most of the time and she was always happy to show you. You thought it was a little weird when she taught you how to kiss for your first-ever date, but she said she was just being nice and that you need to be grateful for all that she gives you.

“So, what do you want to do?” Asked the redhead, now coming down the stairs in a pair of boxers and a tank top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, you could tell by the hardened nipples making their appearance in the cold room.

“Well, dad gave me some money so we can buy pizza. If you want, we could have a pizza and ice cream night?” They were your favorite nights, she thought it was adorable how you got excited over little things like that. A chuckle escaped her lips as she shook her head lightly,

“Of course, baby, whatever you want.” A smile broke way on your face as you grabbed your phone and found the number for your local restaurant.

An hour later and you both sat on the couch, most of the pizza finished as your ice cream started to melt. You had a show on, the one you two binged together. Her arm was wrapped around your shoulder as you cuddled into her chest, your legs crossed over her own.

“Y/N?” Came her low voice, breaking the comfortable silence filling the room. When you hummed in response, she spoke again,

“Have you ever done that?” She pointed to the tv where two characters kissed down each other's bodies and removed their clothing. You gulped down any embarrassment you had and looked up at her, seeing her darkened gaze staring into your own.

“Uhm, no. No, I haven’t.” A small grin marked her face, you truly were her innocent little doll.

“Have you?” You wanted her to say no, that she’d never do that with someone other than you. But you knew that was unrealistic, she wouldn’t want to do that with you. Or so you thought. When you saw her nod, a small pit of jealousy formed in your body, you wanted her to be yours. You wanted to be the first person she’d touch, the first she’d fuck, the first she’d make love to.

“Oh.” She kissed the top of your head, leaving her lips there for a moment too long before leaning back to look at you.

“‘Oh?’ What’s wrong?” You shook your head and started to move from her arms, only to be pulled back down by her strong arms.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Are you jealous?” She stroked your hair in her hands as you played with your fingers, feeling a hand rest on top of them to calm you down. Her forest green eyes stared into your own, concern marking her face.

“I’ve never really done that stuff. And, I mean, you’re experienced and I bet you’re great too. Gosh, it’s stupid.” She urged you to speak, wanting to hear every thought in that pretty little head of yours.

“C'mon, I won’t make fun of you, I promise.” You sighed and whispered out,

“I want to be those girls you bring home every night, I want to be the one you kiss and make love to.” She couldn’t have been happier hearing those words. She wanted nothing more than to ruin you with her fingers, her strap, her mouth. Every time she’d bring someone home, she’d picture it being you. You beneath her as you begged her to let you cum, it got her wet just thinking about it.

“Sweetheart, come here. God, you’re so cute! You don’t know how much I’ve been wanting to hear you say that, I’ve been waiting so long.” She chuckled at your confused expression, dragging her finger across your jaw as she pulled you in. Your lips brushed her own as she stared down at them.

“Can I?” She mumbled, receiving a short nod in return. Her mouth landed on yours as she kissed you with passion, wrapping her hands around the back of your head to keep you close. She never wanted to let go. And when breathing became an issue, she would’ve rather died than pull back. Her forehead clashed with yours, the two of you panting against each other.

“My love, your lips feel even better than before. Have you been practicing what I taught you?” Seeing you nod only angered her further. You were hers, not anyone else’s. How could anyone think they could do that with her girl?

“With who? Who did you kiss, baby?” She thought of everyone it could’ve been. Was it Kate? Carol? Steve? Bucky? Peter-

“Wanda. I kissed Wanda.” Her nostrils flared, lips closing in a tight-lipped smile. You studied her facial expressions, you knew she wasn’t happy.

“That bitch. She thinks she can touch my girl? She thinks she can kiss my girl? Did she touch you? Did she fuck you?” You shook your head quickly, watching as she now paced around the room, filled with anger. She stopped dead in her tracks hearing your soft voice,

“No, daddy, I kept them for you, just like you said.” She faced you this time, walking up to you with pure gentleness. You leaned into her hand placed on your cheek, giving it a small kiss before resting your head on her fingers.

“Good girl, such a good girl for daddy. Did you do what I told you with your pillow?” She had asked you to rub your sweet cunt on the fabric anytime you needed her, but you were too scared to do a thing. You were too afraid that somebody would see, that Nat would see.

“N-no, I didn’t.” She blew out a small breath before running her hands across your body, feeling the curves and soft, lotion-covered skin. Her wandering hands found their way to your round breasts, palming them with slight harshness. She let out a small moan when hearing you whimper from the painful grasps.

“Were you nervous? Scared your daddy would catch you?” You didn’t know who she was referring to, herself or your father. But, you shook your head anyways,

“No? Then what was it? Why were you so scared, baby?” The hem of your shorts were played with as she slowly pulled the fabric down, your hips moving upwards to help her take them off. You were left in your drenched panties. You felt two digits slowly play with your clit through your underwear, you froze. This was wrong. So wrong.

“Nat, we can’t do this. You’re basically my sister-“

“Step-sister. And it’s not wrong, many of my friends do it with their step siblings too.” She firmly corrected you, hoping you’d believe her lie. None of her friends even liked their new families. But you were different, you were impossible not to play with and tease. The innocent glances you give her, knowing they’re nothing close to it makes it almost impossible not to bend you over the dining table. She wishes you both were under different circumstances, so she could show you off to everyone saying you’re hers. But for now, she’ll just have to touch you in private.

“Do-do they actually?” She only nodded for an answer, watching as you started to calm down a bit. She never liked lying, but she’d do anything for you.

“All of them. They play with their friends sweet little pussy’s, just like I’m gonna do to you.” Your legs were forcefully pried open, your wet folds being left on display as the cold air hit you, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. She tried to stop herself, but she had to have a taste. Her head was shoved into your cunt as her tongue played around with your clit, occasionally dipping in your hole to tease you. Her eyes stared into your own, seeing yours flutter shut as your mouth dropped open.

“Oh- Nat! That feels so- fucking good!” Her hand came crashing down on your thigh, her face leaning back as you tried to chase after the feeling once more.

“No fucking swearing, Y/N. Did your dad never teach you your manners? Aww, don’t worry, daddy will teach you everything you need to know.” You hoped she’d continue to eat you out, but she only sat next to you again. You were on the verge of tears, begging her to finish you off until you felt the pads of her fingers touching you again. She held your figure in her arm as the other traveled to your throbbing cunt. You were clenching around nothing, fuck it got her so turned on. Everything about you got her so unbelievably horny. She just wanted to fuck you and never stop, wanted you to feel every inch of her every second of the day.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, my love, I need to. I need to just finger this tight little pussy!” You felt two digits slide into you, your walls wrapping around them immediately. She let out a loud moan when feeling your warmth. It was heaven.

“Oh- shit! Your sweet fucking cunt is so goddamn precious, and all mine. You’re all fucking mine, every inch of you.” She didn’t care for the painful stretch it might bring you, she just needed to feel you. She moved your body so you sat facing her, your legs spread wide open as she towered over you. She needed to taste you again, she was addicted. You were like a drug to her, she couldn’t get enough. Her mouth returned to your swollen clit, sucking the hardened bud in her mouth. You were a moaning mess, clutching onto anything you could see as your legs shook.

“God, you taste so good! Can never get enough of you, I need you every single minute. You’re the best toy I’ve ever had, so pure and innocent. I’m the first to touch this pussy, aren’t I?” You nodded along with her words, trying to speak until a loud moan took over you.

“Yes! Yes, you’re the first and only!” She smiled into you, the thought of you being hers made all her fears go away. The fear of you liking Wanda. The fear of you just wanting sex. The fear of losing you. And the fear of your parents catching you. She couldn’t care at that moment, all she wanted to do was make you cum.

“Daddy, I feel weird.” You didn’t understand this feeling, you’ve never even had an orgasm.

“It’s alright, you’re going to cum, baby. You remember what I showed you with those two girls on that video?” You racked your brain for what she was talking about, finally remembering exactly what she was insisting.

“Yeah, w-when those two girls were grinding on each other. And then that girl- came!” The last word was shouted out, the sensation becoming too unbearable to hold in.

“I think I’m gonna-“ She cut you off, “Shh, I know, I know. Do it for me, cum for daddy.” You felt like you were going to pee, you hoped that was normal. Splashes of your juices sprayed the woman’s face, covering her in your slick.

“Fuck, daddy, I’m so sorry!” Your breathing wasn’t calmed, but you felt too bad. She shook her head and continued to lick your cunt, grabbing every drop in her mouth.

“Kitten, you taste so good! Have you ever tasted yourself?” Were you supposed to? Isn’t that weird? Reading your expression, she used her fingers to show deep into your mouth. You choked slightly, the sudden shock making it harder to focus on doing it right. You wanted to impress her, show her you were better than those other girls.

“Good girl, so good! Can't wait for this to be my strap, I’d love to make you swallow every last drop of my cum.” You gave her your best doey eyes as her other hand traveled into her pants. She circled her clit, picturing it was you. All the times she’d fuck herself, all she could think about was you. You and your sweet panties that she’d steal only to put them back covered in her cum. She never thought she’d be such a fucking pervert, but you made her this way. You made her want to go to any extent to have you, even if she had to remove that whore from your life. No matter what she had to do to have you, she’d do it. And she’d make sure everyone would know you’re hers, no matter what.

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