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carnivorousladybug · 1 year

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You Owe Me a Debt: Chap 4

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Author's Note: This is definitely not a parody. You should take everything in this fanfic 100% seriously. This story is true to canon. It really happened. Trust me, I was there.

Story Summary: As the second son of King Visery's second wife, Aemond Targaryen is given only a small allowance. The measly funds were nowhere near enough to pay for the prince's daily necessities, such as his 16-step Olaplex haircare routine. The young prince is secretly forced to live on credit and he must count every last cent he spends. One day, someone steals his money, leaving Aemond penniless and angry. Will he be able to get his money back or will his broke ass be humiliated in front of court for not being able to pay his Klarnax installments for his sapphire?

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Visenya Targaryen (Rhaenyra's Daughter) but ironically.

Rating: PG 13

Chapter 4: The Drag Queen Vhagar

Words: 3.931k

Warnings: Communism, violent Gold Cloaks, someone gets stabbed.

The girl grinned — a haughty smile that made her uncannily similar to someone he knew, though he couldn’t pinpoint exactly who it was. Aemond stared at her in bewilderment.

“My name is Visenya Targaryen, daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone, and Prince Consort Daemon Targaryen,” she said proudly with her chin up, as if she were speaking in front of a royal court and not to a young man in puke-stained clothes beside a giant garbage bin at the back of a theme park's visitor center. There was a hint of amusement in her eyes. “I didn’t fancy seeing you here, Kepus. It is wonderful to finally meet you. I’d shake your hand, but I don’t want to get vomit on me.”

She had a rather fast way of speaking and Aemond had to take a moment to process her words. Trying to salvage the last shred of dignity within him, he stood up and quickly composed himself into the cool, confident demeanor that he had trained himself to possess.

“Apologies, Niece. I did not know my half-sister had a daughter,” said the prince.

“Well, technically, she doesn’t. Not yet, at least,” said Visenya. Aemond gave her a quizzical look. She continued, leaning towards him to whisper as if she were sharing a secret, “I’m not supposed to have been born yet.”

“Then how are you here?”

“Because the fandom likes me and there’s quite a lot of people who ship us.”

“They— what?”

“They ship us. In fandom language, it means that they think we’d make a cute couple. It also means that they write fanfics about us making babies together.”

Every word that came out of her mouth caught him off guard and he was sure he was gaping like a fish out of water.

“Does that mean— do we get— married?” Aemond stammered.

“Oh, no no no. Not in this universe, anyway. My mother won’t give birth to me until Viserys dies, and I was stillborn so I never actually even lived. Plus, I’m not your type. You like wet nurses who are twice your age and have a name that sounds similar to your mother’s.”

“I do not,” protested Aemond, emphasizing the not.

Visenya grinned as if she knew something he didn’t. They’ve only just met and yet she was starting to get on his nerves.

“What brings you to King’s Landing, Princess?” Aemond asked, his tone laced with the slightest tinge of irritation.

The princess offered a small, impish grin. “I’m on official family business. King Viserys has summoned everyone. He is rewriting the order of succession and he wants to make you his heir.”

There was a moment of silence as Aemond’s eye widened in shock before narrowing in suspicion. Visenya burst into laughter.

“You should’ve seen your face—” she wheezed, a hand clutching her stomach.

“I do not have time for your games,” he snarled. Any hint of warmth in his tone was now gone. “If you came here to mock me, I suggest you leave.”

“Apologies, Uncle. I meant no harm. The truth is that I ran away,” Visenya confessed. She blew out a breath. “I… got tired of Dragonstone. I’m not supposed to be here. I snuck out.”

He studied her for a moment, reading her expression. Aemond had lived at court his whole life and he has spent years reading faces. He could see a thin layer of guilt settle over his niece’s eyes as she talked. But behind that was something fiery. It was a fervor, a determination, a certain stubbornness to get what one wanted — or to die trying. It was the same expression he saw on himself this morning when he snuck out of the Keep.

“Hm. That explains the peasant clothes,” he said finally.

“They’re actually Recession core clothes.”

“What?”

Visenya waved his question away. “Why were you in a Vhagar costume?”

Aemond pressed his lips together. “You saw nothing.”

“Well, right now I can see that you need something new to wear,” said his niece, gesturing at his soiled tunic. “Wait here, I’ll be back.”

Visenya came back five minutes later carrying a bag with a Journey into Old Valyria logo.

"I got something from the gift shop for you," she said. Visenya stretched out her hand and offered the bag to Aemond. He accepted it from her and dug around its contents.

Aemond took out a bright, neon green T-shirt with a picture of Vhagar printed on the front. The words "THE DRAGON QUEEN VHAGAR" was written in a large comic sans font, except the last two words of “dragon” was nearly faded so instead it looked like it said “THE DRAG QUEEN VHAGAR.”

It looked atrocious.

“You brought me a Vhagar T-shirt,” he said in monotone, trying to conceal his feelings towards it. “And… a wig?” He held up a straight black haired wig. It was as long as his real hair and had sleek strands that had a plastic shine to them.

“Well I’m not walking around with a guy who looks like he’s a part of the Westerosi mafia,” Visenya said, putting her hands on her hips. “You can keep the sunglasses, but that cloak has got to go. Plus, you’ve got some puke on it too.” She pointed to a spot at the hem of his cloak. “The wig will cover your hair in its place.”

“I am not wearing this wig.”

“If you want, I can get a wig for myself too so we can be twinsies.”

“No. I’m not wearing this wig.”

“You will if you don’t want people to recognize you while you’re wearing a The Drag Queen Vhagar T-shirt,” said Visenya. “Actually, that would be kind of hilarious. Westeros Today would have a field day. By the way, is it true that you’re an outfit repeater—”

“Turn around,” Aemond snapped.

“What?”

“I’m going to change.”

The princess turned her back as Aemond began changing out of his tunic. He tossed the dirty shirt into the garbage bin.

“I never took you for a shy one, Kepas,” she said, her back still turned. She kicked around some of the pebbles at her feet. “What are you hiding under there that requires my eyes adverted? Tits?”

“You and Aegon would get along well.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

“That was not a compliment.”

After he finished changing, Aemond let Visenya know that she could turn. When she saw his new look, the princess gave him a smile so wide that it kind of scared him.

“Ooo la la!” She sang. “You look so vampy. Like one of the Volturi guys from Twilight. Aro. Well, Aro if he was a highlighter.”

“I told you not to mock me,” Aemond grumbled.

“I wasn’t,” said Visenya. “I think Aro is hot.”

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At Visenya’s request, they stopped at the gift shop before they left. She picked out a jet-black wig identical to Aemond’s and went into the privy to put it on. When she came back out, her uncle was standing rigidly in front of a shelf full of dragon figurines.

“How do I look?” she asked. Visenya twirled dramatically in front of him, the long ebony locks flying outwards.

“Ridiculous,” he replied. With the sunglasses, she couldn’t read the expression in his eye, but she did see the corners of his mouth turn up slightly.

Visenya paid for her wig and they made their exit, the gift shop door swinging shut behind them. The warmth of the bright afternoon hit her face as the noises of the squealing children and the mechanical whirs of the park rides enveloped them once more.

Aemond walked along silently beside her. Her uncle was not a man of many words, Visenya discovered.

"You still haven't told me why you were in the Vhagar costume," said Visenya, tilting her head up at him.

Silence.

Visenya tried again. “Do you come here often?” She gestured towards the rides around them.

Silence.

She decided to change tactics. “Where did you buy that sapphire behind those shades?” Visenya asked. “It’s very pretty, by the way. It suits you.”

Silence.

Well, okay, she thought. Point taken. No talking.

She didn't say a word for the rest of the way towards the park exits. But before leaving for good, she and Aemond stopped by at a Subway inside the park near the ticket stations. Visenya bought sandwiches for both of them and they quickly refueled, gobbling up the food in minutes.

When they got out, Visenya was shocked to find that there was quite a commotion. The streets were packed with people, many of them carrying solid red flags and chanting. She couldn’t make out the words, but there was a powerful force to the crowd as they surged forward, carrying her along with them like a current. Before she knew it, she and Aemond were part of the vast herd, all heading in the same direction with determined faces and fists raised in the air. The noise of their shouts were deafening.

Visenya struggled to keep her balance as the crowd pushed her around and she yelped, stumbling. Aemond reached for her hand, pulling her close to his side.

“What’s going on?” Visenya shouted, her eyes darting around frantically.

“I don’t know,” he yelled, his face serious. “But I intend to find out.”

They pushed their way towards a crowded square, Visenya following her uncle’s lead. She stared around in awe.

There were hundreds of people, a sea of red flags gleaming in the late afternoon sun, and a cacophony of chants, all rising in unison. It was a sight to behold. There was something raw and unrestrained about the energy of the crowd… Everything about the scene was unlike anything she had ever seen before. It was both frightening and exhilarating, and she felt adrenaline surging through her veins.

Despite Aemond’s reserved demeanor, Visenya could tell that he was distressed by the tight grip he had on her hand.

In the midst of the chaos, the sound of a megaphone reverberated through the air as a burly man stepped on top of a soapbox at the center of the square. He was a tall, muscular man dressed in leathers with a sword strapped to his side. Long, brown hair fell loosely around a stern face, a deep scar across one side of his cheek. He seemed to be around middle-aged. Visenya wondered if he were a sellsword. There was a sense of power and command about him that she could not ignore, a sense that if he were to speak, all would pause and listen.

“Comrades!” his voice boomed.

The crowd fell silent. Visenya looked up at her uncle, trying to catch his eye, but he was staring intently ahead at the speaker. Aemond’s forehead was creased and his lips were set in a grim line.

The man’s voice was firm and determined as he addressed the crowd gathered before him.

“We live in a city of great wealth and power,” said the man. There was something about his accent that seemed Northern. “King’s Landing is the biggest city in all of Westeros, the very beating heart of the continent, the home of our Targaryen dragonlords. We live in a city rich with history, trade, and culture. But we also live in a city where too many are suffering.”

He looked around at the faces in the crowd, a mix of anger and desperation on their faces.

“We see our brothers dying of disease, lost and alone in the bowels of Flea Bottom. We see our sisters, selling their dignity, just to provide for their infants. We see our children going to bed each night with hunger pains while those who have the power to help choose to turn a blind eye.”

The man’s voice rose. “The lords will tell you that they have your best interests at heart, but they only seek to maintain their own wealth and power. Do not be fooled by their lies!

“It is we, the workers, who create the wealth of the kingdom with our labor. And yet, it is the nobles who live in luxury while us smallfolk struggle to make ends meet. Well, I say to that, no more!” A cheer went up.

“We will not stand idly and watch as our fellow citizens suffer. All people, nobility or not, have the right to a decent life. The time for change is upon us! We must rise up and overthrow this oppressive system and establish a worker’s paradise. One where the fruits of our labor will be shared equally among all. One where the power will belong to the people, and not to the few!

“We shall not rest until our demands are met. We shall not yield until justice is served. For the people of King’s Landing, for the future of Westeros, for the future of our families and the generations to come, we are here to say that ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!”

The crowd erupted into a thunderous cheer as the man lifted his fist in the air.

Enough is enough! the people cried. Enough is enough!

Aemond leaned in towards Visenya's ear. "We need to leave. Now."

And then all hell broke loose.

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Aemond saw a dozen Gold Cloaks surrounding the square. Just as he pulled Visenya with him to make a run for it, one of the guards punched someone at the edge of the crowd and a brawl began. The sounds of metal clashing against bone echoed around the square as the people screamed and pushed.

Aemond sprinted onto a narrow road, Visenya following close behind him. The two zigzagged their way through the maze-like streets, trying to put as much distance between them and the trouble in the square as possible.

"Oi! You two! Stop right there!"

Aemond dared to glance back. Two of the Gold Cloaks were hot on their heels. Aemond felt blood rush to his head, his heart pounding. He cursed Visenya for getting him a ludicrously conspicuous T-shirt.

They ran past a bakery with bags of flour stacked on a wagon at the storefront. Thinking fast, Aemond took out a dagger he had hidden in his boot and slashed the flour sacks. With a sudden burst of energy, he pushed the bags onto the street behind them. Powdery dust exploded in the air as he took Visenya’s hand and continued to run down the streets.

Aemond heard the guards' footsteps stop as they let out a howl. The men started coughing and hacking flour out of their lungs.

Once he and Visenya had put behind a safe distance, Aemond slowed down and led them into a narrow deserted alleyway off the street. The sun was setting now and long shadows were growing on the buildings and cobblestones. He leaned against the cold stone wall of the alley, catching his breath, his heart racing a mile per minute.

To his surprise, Visenya was laughing, her chest heaving as the sound escaped her. The light from the burning lamps on the road casted a warm glow on her face, and he saw that her cheeks were flushed from the exertion of the chase, her eyes shining with amusement.

"That was fun," she said.

"Fun? We could've gotten killed," Aemond said.

"But we didn't."

Aemond didn’t say anything to that. He took a few moments for his breathing to return to normal. They stayed in a comfortable silence for a while, hidden in the darkness of the alley, as they watched the people passing up and down in the street.

"That was a Communist rally," he said after a while. Visenya looked at him, waiting for him to go on. "I had heard rumors of such gatherings occuring in King’s Landing but I never thought they existed in such a scale."

"They seem extraordinary," the princess said. “Did you see how that man was commanding the crowd? He—”

"The Communists are a threat to our way of life," Aemond snapped. “The highest treason against the crown. They want to pull us down to their level and have everyone live on scraps. If they had their way, there would be chaos everywhere. The Red Keep, sacked. Our dragons, killed. A complete dismantling of the system. Westeros would disintegrate into total anarchy.”

“He seem to have meant well, though,” Visenya said meekly.

“Meant well?”

Aemond felt his anger boiling. Visenya stayed silent, watching him intently with keen eyes. He clenched his fists, then unclenched them — a habit he had developed when he felt frustration.

“It is not only the nobility who are at stake,” said Aemond. “The Communists spread poison into the ears of the smallfolk as well. You heard what the man said back there. He was urging them to rebel. The Communists have been organizing strikes around the city, and it has only made poverty worse. The common people cannot afford to simply not work.”

“I’m just saying, he did make some good points,” Visenya shrugged.

“You’re simply saying that because you think he’s handsome.”

“I do not,” said Visenya, emphasizing the not. “The things he said about the small folks… Them starving, working their arses off, and getting nothing in return—”

“The smallfolks are lucky to have a job. They don’t need Communists ruining their livelihoods. The gods know it’s hard enough to even find a job in this city.”

“What would you know about jobs, Uncle?” she quipped. There was a bite in her tone.

“I know a lot more than you do,” He growled.

His niece opened her mouth to say something but suddenly paused. She shut her mouth again, realization dawning on her.

“You had been working,” she said. It wasn’t question and her voice didn’t hold any of the prior edge it had. She said it as a simple statement. “Journey into King’s Landing. The Vhagar costume. It was your job.”

If Aemond wasn’t drowning in a wave of utter humiliation, he would’ve admired his niece for her quick wit. Instead, he turned his head, opting to stare out into the street. He didn’t say a word to her, but he supposed there was much communicated within his silence.

Aemond counted the seconds until his anger calmed down and he turned to his niece once more.

“You will say nothing about it,” the prince said firmly. "If I hear that you’ve uttered a single word…” he trailed off. There was nothing he could threaten her with. She was Rhaenyra’s daughter, and that meant she was higher than him in status. At least, while Viserys was still alive.

But the princess nodded. “Your secret is safe with me, Kepas,” she said. Visenya’s eyes met his with an intensity.

“May I ask you a question?” she said.

“Hm.”

“Why do you have a job?”

Aemond’s expression grew stern, for she added hastily. “I meant no offense. You’re a prince of Westeros. Your father is King Viserys the first. You don’t have to work—”

“—And yet I do,” the prince lamented. “I was born the second son, but I am even less than that. I am the only second born male child in this entire realm who is not even a spare.”

“I am sorry that it troubles you, but you are still a prince and you will be brother to the future queen. Surely, you do not need to—”

“The future queen who cares not for her siblings? The future queen who hogs all the funds set aside for the royal family for only her and her brood? The future queen who sits comfortably at her seat in Dragonstone while her siblings are counting each coin they spend while being buried knee-deep in debts? You mean that selfish, future queen?”

“I will not allow you to talk about my mother that way.”

“I will talk about my half-sister as I wish,” Aemond snapped.

“Then I bid you farewell, Uncle,” Visenya said coldly. “Have a safe trip back to the Red Keep.”

The princess stormed out of the alley without looking back.

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The further Visenya walked, the narrower the street got, and the shabbier the buildings around her became. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She felt a chill run down her spine despite the warm summer night.

It was getting darker and darker and too late to turn back. Visenya knew she needed to get off the streets quickly.

She stopped at the first inn she saw. It was an old, seedy building with a door that creaked too loud when she pushed it open.

Visenya stepped into a dim room, lit with only a single oil lamp that was perched on the bar counter. A man — which she could only guess was the innkeeper — sat behind it, his eyes glassy and unfocused. He was a sorry sight, with rumpled clothes and red-veined eyes. The bar was almost empty, save for a sleeping drunk at a table in the corner, snoring loudly with his head under a blanket. The air hung heavy with the scent of ale and sweat.

The innkeeper grunted as she approached the bar.

“A room, please,” Visenya said quickly, wanting to get it over with.

“Name?”

She wondered if the man would even remember her tomorrow. “Visenya.”

“Vagina?”

“Visenya.”

“Lasagna?”

“Sue. My name is Sue.”

“Alright, Stew. This here’s your key,” he tossed a brass key towards her. “Up the stairs, third room to the left.”

Visenya started towards the stairs, which were located at the far end of the room. She was only a couple feet away from the railing when she felt a large hand grasp her shoulder.

“Say, miss, whatcha doing wandering around here alone?” Visenya flinched at the foul stench of the innkeeper’s breath as he leaned in to speak. His grip on her shoulder was like iron, and she struggled to pull free. “Pretty thing like you shouldn’t be alone.”

“Get your hands off me, or I’ll have your head, you filth,” she snarled, fury flaring in her eyes.

The innkeeper laughed, his laughter sounding like the rasp of a dying animal. “This whore thinks she’s a princess.” There was a dangerous edge to his voice, and Visenya knew she had to get away fast.

A sharp voice cut through the air. “Step away from her.”

Aemond. Still keeping a fierce grip on her, the innkeeper turned towards the direction of her uncle. The man hesitated at first, and then he burst out laughing.

“I am not a fan of the City Watch but I think we need to summon the Fashion Watch for that hideous shirt,” he sniggered. Aemond, wearing his neon green The Drag Queen Vhagar tee, was unamused. The innkeeper continued. “Is this your whore? I must say, she’s a weird bitch too—”

Visenya didn’t let the innkeeper finish. Seizing the opportunity the distraction gave her, she elbowed him in the stomach and broke free from his grasp. However, before she could escape, the innkeeper reached out and pulled her hair with a vicious yank, hoping to drag her back to him. Instead, he snatched her wig off, revealing her silver locks.

The innkeeper froze, clutching the black wig. “What in the world?” he gasped. “A Targaryen? But—”

Suddenly, the man gasped as blood gushed out of his mouth. He staggered off balance and started to fall forward. Visenya jumped out of the way and towards Aemond’s open arms as the innkeeper hit the floor, face first, with a loud thump. There was a stab wound at his back, a dark crimson stain in his tunic.

Behind the space where the innkeeper had stood was a young man with roughly cut shoulder-length white hair, a bloody dagger in his hand.

“Hello, Brother,” he said, nodding at Aemond. He turned to Visenya and grinned. “Hello, Stew.”

Chapter 5: Coming Soon

Author's Note: Aegon to the rescue! This chapter was chaotic to write. Thank you for reading :)

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encantowishes · 2 years

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(All my Encantober stories will be collected here.)

Encantober Day 7 - Donkey

Christmas Miracle

Pepa regarded the donkey, uncertain. The donkey regarded Pepa, unperturbed. Ordinarily, mounting the animal wouldn’t be a problem for her, tall and nimble as she was. At the moment, however …

“I don’t know why I was voted to play Maria,” she grumbled. “I didn’t even put my name in.”

“It is because you are the most radiant woman in all the Encanto, mi sol,” Félix assured her, taking her hand and smoothly kissing it.

For an instant, Pepa’s little cloud glowed with sunlight before dissipating, and it did look a lot like a nimbus, you had to admit.

“Also the most pregnant,” Bruno noted. “It adds gravitas.”

Pepa scowled at her brother. “You didn’t put my name in, did you?”

“No. I did think about starting a write-in campaign, ‘cause I thought it would be funny, but that would mean, y’know, talking to people. This wasn’t nepotism, it was all grassroots.”

Pepa’s suspicion did not fade. Naturally, unsociable Bruno would prefer to direct his own family members rather than anyone else in the village. As kids, Pepa had been his star stuntwoman and melodrama specialist. (Julieta had preferred behind the scenes tasks.)

“Bruno, I swear, if I go into labor during this show …”

“Everyone will say it was the most authentic Nativity play they’ve ever seen,” he insisted.

Félix laughed. “They’ll say our baby was born for the stage!”

Bruno’s eyes went wide as he succumbed to a sudden coughing fit. “Well, now. Wouldn’t that be something. Come on, Pepa, let’s get you up on Samson here.”

Félix gave Pepa a boost onto the animal’s back, while Bruno stood on the other side, ready to steady her if needed. Samson seemed to ignore all of them.

Then Bruno stepped a few paces back, scratching his beard as he appraised the scene before him. Pepa, costumed as Maria, seated upon a donkey, ready to ride into a stable in Bethlehem. Or at least onto a set that had been built in the plaza last week. He smiled. “You do look beautiful, hermana.”

Pepa caught her breath. She hadn’t seen him smile like that in so long. Suddenly, trying to ride a donkey and act despite expecting her second child to make their appearance in the world at any moment seemed worth it.

Pepa had once thought she understood her brother, them both having developed moodiness as teens. But hers had turned out to be a youthful discontent that she eventually outgrew. Bruno’s was a melancholy that ebbed and flowed, but overall grew worse with time. Worse and worse until his relationships began to deteriorate, and he spent long stretches hardly ever coming out of his room. Even at the cost of disappointing his nieces, who he adored.

Padre Flores had mentioned that the Nativity play needed a director, and it had been Julieta’s idea to talk Bruno into it. Get him out of the house. Both sisters together were not enough to convince him, but Dolores (of course) had overheard, and recruited her cousins to lend their voices to the plea. Bruno couldn’t say no to them.

So now here they were. Pepa in costume on a donkey, looking down at her brother who was smiling like … like he meant it. Like he was happy to be here with her and with Félix. Happy to be taking part in the play.

Bruno clapped his hands together. “Beautiful! Everybody’s gonna love this. Oh!”

Pepa looked to see what had caught her brother’s attention. The children’s choir approached, Dolores and Isabela among them, all in costume. Bruno met them and knelt down to lay his hands on his nieces’ shoulders. “Look at you, my angels. And, and all of you angels. You all look great!”

Most of the children gave each other uncertain looks, but Dolores and Isabela beamed.

“Donkey!” This was Luisa, who broke away from her parents to run up the path and hug Samson’s foreleg. The animal sniffed curiously at her hair, but otherwise did not move.

Agustín waved. “Félix, the rest of the musicians have set up.”

“I’ll be right there.” Félix gave Pepa’s hand another kiss, assured her she would be magnificent, and was off.

Julieta, not quite as heavily pregnant as Pepa, walked over to the donkey and gently extracted Luisa. Looking up at her sister, she pursed her lips toward Bruno, who was now giving his vigorous approval to the recently-arrived three kings.

“Never seen him so excited over a dress rehearsal,” Julieta said quietly. “Did you see the way he was smiling?”

“Yes.” It was all Pepa could say without letting tears loose. Seeing Bruno like that was like a little miracle.

The little miracle in Pepa’s belly kicked. “Hey, you,” she said. “Stay put until after Christmas.”

The baby listened. This time.

#encantober #encantober donkey #it's me amrys #sorry for posting a christmastime story in october #my donkey inspiration is limited

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timaeusterrored · 1 year

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“You have a niece and you never told me?”

Yep. Kerry has officially found out V had a niece. Or a sibling at all for that matter. He tended to keep his sister on the down low since she had been working for Arasaka, now a fixer in training since V’s little… incident there.

“Okay listen I know I should have said something but I didn’t think it would come up… like this at least!” V tried to defend himself, standing up to meet his partner. Kerry wasn’t actually that upset, because he kept his kids from V until V had to meet Louise, so really this was just evening the score of ‘what Kerry and V kept from each other until it’s uncomfortable timing’.

Currently they were waiting outside of a stupidly large house, Kerry could not believe he had lived this close to V’s TWIN SISTER, this whole time and never fucking noticed. On the way, V had explained that they were street kids until Vik found V calling for help for his sister, who was pregnant at the time and no one was responding. The image alone broke Kerry’s heart at the idea of two kids, alone in the rain, one sick and pregnant (he really didn’t want that story and V said it wasn’t his to tell so he respected that) and his own mainline crying himself hoarse for help. Then, after the baby was born, his sister, who Kerry learned was named Vex, went to work for Arasaka.

Kerry understood, the poor girl had a baby and he knew lower level mercs didn’t make that much money, and Vik’s apartment was too small so she disappeared one night and V never saw her until a few years later. You had to do what you had to do for your children, Kerry could understand that much.

“Uncle Vax!!!”

Kerry looked up at the absolutely adorable little girl running out of the house, and right towards V. The smile on V’s face was priceless, and Kerry wished he could have bottled it up forever. V scooped her up like she was nothing, Kerry could place her around nine, maybe ten years old. He stayed back while V reunited with his niece, and it was the cutest thing Kerry had ever fucking seen.

“So it is true.. my brother bagged Kerry Eurodyne.” Kerry hadn’t mentally prepared to meet V’s sister. She was beautiful, tall, and he noted the blond hair did not look dyed and would be having a conversation with V about his natural hair color later. He kicked off the car and held out his hand. He’d be polite.

“You must be Vex, I’ve heard a lot about you.” Vex snorted, shaking his hand. “I unfortunately have not heard about you. But I’d like too.” She was nice, and from what Kerry had heard, V’s dislike came from her just up and leaving him for Arasaka. He could only imagine losing someone as close as a twin.

A tiny gasp drew their attention and they looked over, finding the little girl whispering in V’s ear. He smiled and his eyes flicked to Kerry before nodding and whispering something back. “Are you Uncle Vax’s boyfriend?” She asked Kerry, and the pure innocence of the question made Kerry chuckle. She what to be too young to realize who Kerry was, or at least understand. But kids were surprising so he didn’t know.

“I am, it’s very nice to finally meet you.” He said, coming a bit closer to them. The little girl just giggled and looked up at Vax. “He really likes you.” She sang, a teasing tone. Kerry just smiled and nodded, looking at Vax. “I would hope so. And what’s your name, beautiful?” He asked.

“My name is Victoria.”

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See You in my 19th Life - Episode 1

So I know, I know. I started some other stuff already, but this was one of my favourite Webtoon and I just can’t not start watching right away. I’m scared and nervous, hopefully they don’t mess it up. I can’t not watch this and I already waited too long before getting to it because of work. So here I am, super eager and excited to dive right into this beautiful, beautiful story.

Ban Ji-eum is a girl who remembers all of her past lives. When she retrieves her memories at the beginning of her 19th life, she remembers about being in a car accident with a little boy named Seoha. So far, they don’t really explain to us what was their relationship exactly. This time around, she was born in a poor family with an alcoholic father that gambles and she makes herself appear as a child prodigy thanks to the skills she learnt in her past lives.

Ji-eum wants to find Seoha to find out if he’s still alive, so she goes to visit a lady owning some sort of restaurant I guess. She used to be her uncle in her 17th life and she raised her. The lady doesn’t really believe her and wonders why she wants to borrow that money. So she tells her about her encounter with Seoha as Juwon in her 18th life. Their moms were friends and Seoha made her feel like a child instead of an adult remembering all her previous lives. So the lady agrees to give her the money so she can try to find him.

She gets to Seoha’s house and remembers how she died in a car crash. Seoha couldn’t hear what she told him before she died because he lost his hearing momentarily. None one answered at the door when she rang the bell. At Seoha’s mom’s funeral, she promised to stay by his side. Since no one answers, she climbs over the fence and gets to the house. Security isn’t very good at that place if a kid can get in that easily. After climbing up a tree, she confirms Seoha is still alive. Once she found him, she kept following him around without revealing herself until the day he disappeared. She also grew closer to Aegyeong (past life niece).

Anyways, she studies hard to get hired by MI group, Seoha’s father’s company. However, she can’t get to meet him again still because he’s away in Germany. Since he doesn’t seem to want to come back to South Korea, she wants to be transferred to the Germany division. But as she’s recruited by Daehwan groupe and rejects their offer again, she learns that Seoha went to the hotel (owned by MI group) which belonged to his mom. She rushes over there and they they meet in front of the aquarium. Then she follows him to the pool and asks the same question as when she met him as Juwon, but he tells her that area is restricted to employees only.

Seoha wants to restore his mom’s hotel, so Ji-eum applies to transfer to his team, even though she’s over-qualified for the job. At first, he didn’t want to give her an interview, but his assistant convinces him otherwise. He kind of wants to send her away because the work might not be what she expects, but then she asks to instead date her if he’s unsure. Haha. This Ji-eum is a little more expressive than the one from the Webtoon so far, but I think it might be fun actually.

And that’s all for today’s episode. It’s a little different than the Webtoon so far, but not enough to bother me much. I actually think that this might be fun. I might compare a little more than I react sometimes, since I already know the gist of the story, but we’ll try to be objective and judge it as its own creation.

#see you in my 19th life #shin hye sun #ahn bo hyun #ha yoon kyung #ahn dong goo #kdrama #k-drama #korean drama #drama review #drama recap #drama reaction

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 2 years

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My Thoughts About If Kris Was In Glitchtale

first I want to say in the last post, where it has a drawing I did that I hope to use as a cover for a story idea at the place that has the name starts with a “Q”...

I notice just now I had mistakenly put down “Agate look at the face of her Mother, Queen Emeralda Lightvale...” which is like a idea to put in a Fan Fic of Glitchtale, but that is all I got so far as a idea.

I edited out, but I left the whole idea about if Agate, Copper and Amber’s Mom had a name, it would be Emeralda...

anyway even if that were so, that would possibly noncanon to the Main Timeline of Glitchtale.

but anyway here are my thoughts about Kris if they ended up being in Glitchtale.

if each Deltarune Timeline and AU is part of Deltarune, then Deltafell, Deltaswap and Alterrune, would be Sister World Counterparts of Undertale, Underfell, Underswap and Altertale.

you know like how Universe 6 & 7 from Dragon Ball Series, are Sister Universes.

anyway Kris could be from a Alternate World and Timeline, that is in a Sister Universe of Glitchtale.

in the Sister Universe, Agate didn’t create Betty, but that doesn’t mean she still didn’t cause misery and despair in that world.

if Kris was never born in the Glitchtale World, they might of been born in it’s Sister Universe, and while Chara and Frisk were born as boys in Glitchtale, Kris ends up being born as a girl.

I think that like in Deltarune, Kris would be a few years younger than Asriel and if Kris did travel through time and space and ended up in Glitchtale, she would be smaller than both Asriel and Chara, having to look up at them.

Kris could act cold and distant, and not talk very much, but deep down they are loving and caring, but doesn’t like to show their true feelings.

Kris could of went through different foster homes in her world, where she felt happy and loved for a while until each foster family just took her back.

it could be because they never believe her that the one was making trouble was her imaginary friend.

her imaginary friend, could turn out to be a Ghost Of The Lightvale Family, and they only stick to those who are of the Lightvale Bloodline.

Kris’s full name could be Krystal Lightvale, but she doesn’t know that she is a Princess or is the last of the Lightvale in her home timeline.

and she could be a descendant of one of the Lightvale Siblings, and if I think about it, if Amber didn’t lose her life and she grown up and might became chosen to become Queen, then maybe she could end up becoming the Ancestress of Kris.

Kris could be a double trait like her, one half of their soul is red and the other half is turquoise-blue, what the trait the turquoise-blue half of the soul could be unknown....

Kris could be named after a Princess who was named Princess Crystal Lightvale...(the name being spelled with a “C” instead of a “K”)

who was to wed a human of the human kingdom, but ran away and took a monster for her love instead, and that could be linked to the play that Mettaton puts on that has to do with a human and monster and their forbidden love.

and the one Princess Crystal Lightvale fell in love with, could of been the original heir of the Dreemurr Royal Family.

which would be the older sibling of Asgore’s Ancestor.

and the plot twist would be, the original heir was to be the Queen Of Monsters, meaning that Princess Crystal Lightvale, fell in love with another woman.

but instead of becoming dead at some point in their lives together, because of how long ago they lived, the two ended up falling into the void and lost in time and space and forgotten, and when they find their way out, the world had gone on without them, and it could turn out they went with Kris to the Other World.

but the two do not know that Kris is Crystal’s Niece, or that she was named after her but with a “K” instead of a “C”...

if any human tried to attack Crystal, I think her Goat Boss Monster wife, would protect her and tell the human to stay away from her wife.

if Crystal’s wife had a name, it could be Hildegore Dreemurr (like a mix of Hildegarde & Asgore.)

when the three do find out they are family, Kris could refer to both Crystal and Hildegore as “Auntie” like Auntie Crystal and Auntie Hildegore.

Crystal’s hair could be white and her eyes could be like a really pale purple or like lavender, and it could turn out that she is a Triple Trait, meaning that her soul has three traits, instead of just two like Amber and Kris has.

and in theory since magic and science has come so far, Crystal and Hildegore could have children together, by like taking two fragment part of their souls and then placing them in a human egg and then Hildegore placing some of her genetic essence magic on to the egg as well as merging it with her orb-egg, and Crystal becoming the one who carries their soon to be son or daughter for 9 months.

makes me think of the Anime called Vandread, where men and women started to live separately and forgot they use to live together and are the same species.

but anyway a orb-egg could be a Monster’s counterpart of a human’s egg, but it is in like a sparkle of light form, and Crystal and Hildegore could have their two different eggs spliced together and merged into one.

Hildegore could be a fighter, while Crystal isn’t much a fighter at all, but can create shields to defend.

I would like to point out that the whole Crystal, Hildegore and even a Emeralda, are just “what if” type ideas, like if they did exist, and well if they did end up in some fan fic, then well it might be really short story, cause don’t know if it would be very long.

but anyway if Kris did end up being in Glitchtale, they would be a little girl who would be smaller than Asriel and Chara, because she would be younger than them.

I think that even if Kris came from another universe and timeline, Asgore and Toriel could of known from the moment they saw her, that she was their daughter.

you know like Rose from the Silent Hill Movie, when she saw Sharon, she knew that she was going to be her mother.

that movie isn’t for little kids of course, and it is for a mature audience only.

Asgore from Deltarune, really does seem to love Kris, because of the big papa bear hug he gives them.

if Kris did exist in Glitchtale, or had lives in a Sister Universe of it...

and if she went to Glitchtale, and ended up being taken in by Asgore and Toriel, that would mean that Asriel and Chara get a Baby Sister. XD

and like Kris from Deltarune, Kris could of started to wear a horn headband and be really happy about it, even if they don’t show it, but both Chara and Asriel could tell that she is happy by looking at her eyes sparkle....even if they are hidden under her bangs.

anyway I don’t think I have much else to say about the theory about Kris if they ended up in Glitchtale, this is more of a what if type theory, not like it would actually happen, but if Kris did end up in that AU, I think they could end up becoming the baby sister of Asriel and Chara.

I think in the next post after this, I will talk about the whole Michael Afton/Summertrap....anyway thanks to reading this, and once again this is more of a what if type theories, and it doesn’t mean it would happen in the canon of the AU.

#glitchtale #undertale theory #deltarune theory #kris deltarune #kris dreemurr #asriel dreemurr #chara dreemurr

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Crozier family mysteries: Some answers, more questions

By Jonathan Monfiletto

This summer, I delivered my long-awaited and much-anticipated (for me, anyway) presentation on George Crozier’s murder trial, titled “The People v. George Crozier: Yates County’s Murder of the Century.” In this talk, I discussed the who, what, where, when, why, and how of the event that captivated Yates County residents for nearly two weeks in March 1876 and saw the Benton Center man convicted by a jury of his peers for murdering his wife, Fannie, by arsenic poisoning. I also provided background on, and insight into, the Crozier family and the other families prominently involved in Fannie’s death and George’s trial, capturing their lives before and after the trial.

I won’t take up space further summarizing my presentation here; however, anyone who would like to receive a copy of my slides is more than welcome to contact me and I am more than happy to oblige. I have also previously written here about the trial and various aspects of it. What I will say, though, is even as I wrapped up my presentation tight and put a bow on it, I found there were still some things – tangents mostly unrelated to the murder trial – I didn’t know about the Crozier family but wanted to find out. A few more mysteries to solve, you might say. I present five of them here, though perhaps I may uncover some more.

Was Dolly Crozier a Witter or a Whitney?

This one is more of a misunderstanding than a mystery, really. Dolly Crozier was the wife of George’s brother, David, and the last survivor of the Crozier family buried together in one plot in Benton Rural Cemetery. Her side of the family monument lists her as Dolly Witter Crozier, so one would assume her maiden name was Witter. However, her obituaries show her maiden name as Whitney.

A descendant of the Barden family pointed this discrepancy out to me when he asked us at the Yates County History Center how David might be connected to the Barden family, as David was listed on the executive committee for the Barden-Witter family reunion in 1889. I went with the gravestone information – that Dolly was a Witter by birth – and assumed the answer was a slam dunk.

Yet, the newspaper obituaries nagged me, and I wondered who would have gotten Dolly’s name wrong. Perhaps because she was the last survivor of the family, those left behind didn’t know her maiden name with certainty and thus etched it on the gravestone incorrectly.

It turns out Dolly was both a Witter and a Whitney, sort of. Thanks to the Barden family descendant – a keeper of the genealogy of the family in Yates County – I uncovered Find-A-Grave entries that list Dolly as the daughter of Luther Whitney and Hannah Witter Whitney. In turn, Hannah is listed as the daughter of Elijah Witter and Lucy Parke Witter.

Thus, it seems, Dolly had Witter – her mother’s maiden name – as her middle name and Whitney as her maiden name. Dolly is listed by her middle name on her gravestone and by her maiden name in her obituaries.

Did David and Dolly Crozier have a daughter?

This one never presented itself as a mystery until, literally, the day before I gave my presentation. The Crozier family monument lists Satie A. Crozier under David and Dolly’s entries, presumably as their daughter, dying at just 11 years old in December 1885. Our index of Yates County cemeteries shows her given name to be Sarah.

Having finished reviewing my presentation, I was playing around with research and trying to find out more about this child – what exactly was her name, how did she die so young, anything. Then I came across a Find-A-Grave entry for her that states she was listed as David and Dolly’s niece on the 1880 U.S. Census, having been born in New York State to parents who were from England. She was adopted by the Croziers sometime before her death, according to the entry, and Hurrin was her last name at birth.

The entry also states the Croziers were unable to have children, which might be true if speculative. The family plot also includes an unnamed boy who died presumably at birth in 1850; otherwise, David and Dolly had no other children.

At first, I figured Sarah’s parents had died, she became an orphan, and David and Dolly took her in to raise her as their own. After all, on the 1875 New York Census, Sarah is shown as the one-year-old daughter of William and Belinda Hurrin, of Benton, with two older brothers. In 1880, 5-year-old Satie Hurrin, as she is named, is shown as the niece of David and Dolly.

Something must have happened in her first five years of life. However, what did not happen was her parents’ deaths. William and Belinda are listed on the same 1880 Census with six children. In fact, the Hurrins and nine of their children outlived Sarah; all but one of those children survived the parents. The Hurrins and seven (possibly eight) of their nine (possibly 10) children, along with William’s parents and some children-in-law, are buried in Benton Rural Cemetery.

Curiously, the Hurrins’ Ancestry entries show them having 11 children; Sarah is listed along with an unnamed child (who may have been named Arthur). However, the Hurrins’ Find-A-Grave entries show them having nine children; Sarah is absent along with the unnamed child. Not only did the Hurrins live on long after Sarah died – William died in 1919, Belinda in 1915 – but Sarah was the only child they gave up.

According to a death record supplied by the Yates County Historian’s Office, Sarah died of heart disease with anasarca, or whole body swelling, after an illness that lasted two years. The record also lists her birth parents and notes she was adopted.

I have a wild-hair theory about why the Hurrins chose to give up Sarah and why the Croziers chose to take her in, but I feel it is inappropriate to place it here since it is complete conjecture. But at least I have been able to shed a little more light on David and Dolly’s daughter.

Who was Robert Peck, and how did he know David Crozier?

David Crozier’s will, a copy of which was provided to me by the person who now lives in either George or David’s house (both are located closely next to each other on Route 14A in Benton Center, with what would have been the Crozier family farmland surrounding them), shows David leaving $300 ($10,400 in today’s money) to Howard Peck and $200 ($7,000) to Carrie Peck, both of whom were the children of Robert Peck. I had never heard of Robert Peck before, so I had no idea how he might have fit into the Crozier family story.

On the 1870 U.S. Census, Robert is shown as the 17-year-old son of John and Pleasant Peck, the family having immigrated to the United States from England in the late 1860s and settled in the village of Geneva in Ontario County. Robert married Belle Thompson in 1877, and by the 1880 Census the couple had moved to Benton – apparently, assuming the Census went in geographical order, as neighbors to David and Dolly Crozier and Frank and Addie Crozier. Not coincidentally, Belle – born in Schuyler County – is shown as a servant in David and Dolly’s household on the 1875 Census. The Pecks and the Croziers were likely quite close then.

The next available Census, New York’s 1892 recording, lists Robert and Ora B. Peck (Belle’s given name may have been Ora) and their two children right after it lists David and Dolly Crozier. David died two years later in 1894, leaving money to Howard, then 15, and Carrie, then 6, even though their parents were still living. He also left $1,000 ($37,000 in today’s money) to his great-niece, Nettie Crozier, who was also 15 at the time, the daughter of his nephew and niece-in-law, Frank and Addie. Frank had died in 1887, though Addie was still alive, living in Phelps. Darius A. Ogden was appointed as the children’s guardian, likely overseeing their inheritances until they came of age.

Robert would have been about the same age, perhaps slightly older, than Frank. It appears Robert had a nursery at the property on or around the Croziers’ farmland in Benton. According to newspaper listings, he grew and sold fruit trees and trees of all kinds as well as potatoes and corn for seed. He even once advertised wanting to trade produce from his farm for various kinds of livestock. He also had a roadside stand and lent it out for local fundraisers. Like the Croziers, the Pecks were involved in the Benton Center Baptist Church and its affiliated organizations.

As if all of this evidence doesn’t already show the Pecks and the Croziers were more than just geographical neighbors, there is one more item. Though the families weren’t biologically related, when Dolly died in 1912, the Peck family printed a card of thanks in the Yates County Chronicle to thank those who helped them take care of “Aunt Dolly Crozier” during her sickness and death.

What happened to Minerva Dutcher and her family?

Minerva Dutcher, the local teenager with whom George Crozier was supposedly having an affair and thus the apparent motive for him to kill his wife, never testified at George’s trial. That fact will irritate me forever, or at least as long as I keep researching the Crozier family and the murder trial. In its closing argument, the prosecution took the defense to task for not putting Minerva on the stand during the trial. To be fair, though, neither did the prosecution. And, again, that annoys me.

In my mind, if Minerva had testified for the prosecution, then she might have said, yes, she and George were indeed having an affair and he vowed to kill Fannie so he could be with Minerva. Or, if she had testified for the defense, then she might have said, no, there was nothing going on between her and George other than a cordial friendship, and Fannie’s death may have been a suicide after all. Minerva could have been a star witness for either side, in my thinking.

Yet, a clue as to why Minerva didn’t testify at the trial may lie in this line describing the then-teenager from the Yates County Chronicle’s booklet detailing the trial afterward: “This young woman is the oldest of several children of Nathan Dutcher, a laboring man, who has recently moved to the West” (emphasis mine). Though Minerva was not Nathan and Elizabeth’s oldest child (she was their oldest daughter), Census records seem to substantiate this emphasized portion of the Chronicle quote.

According to the 1875 New York State Census, in the year Fannie died and suspicions arose over George’s involvement, Minerva lived in Benton with her parents and three younger siblings. Absent from the household is her older brother, Warren, the oldest child in the family. According to the 1880 U.S. Census, Nathan and Elizabeth lived in Springville, Adams County, Wisconsin with their two younger sons. On the same page as their entry, though, is Warren, his wife Mary, and their infant son in the same community.

Minerva had married John Henry Calhoun in 1878, and in 1880 they lived in Jerusalem with their infant son. So, Minerva stayed behind when the rest of her family moved to Wisconsin and should have been available to testify at the trial had she been called upon to do so. Then again, maybe she did – unrecorded by the Census – move with her family, at least temporarily, to avoid the suspicion and criticism that arose around her during this event.

How did John Southerland respond to George Crozier’s letters?

From the Yates County Jail, between the time of his conviction and the scheduled date of his execution, George Crozier wrote a series of letters (we have two of them in our collection; it is unclear whether he wrote other letters and whether other letters exist) to John Southerland, who was the Assemblyman for Yates County at the time and George’s cousin through George’s mother. In these letters, George fervently pleads his innocence in his wife’s death, passionately expresses his love for Fannie, and urgently asks the Assemblyman/his cousin to have the governor – Samuel Tilden, at the time – pardon him.

Based upon their relationships, it can be assumed Southerland could have gotten the attention of the governor on behalf of one of his constituents and might have had a sympathetic ear for his cousin. Indeed, George was convicted in March 1876 and sentenced to hang that May. In April, George wrote his letters to Southerland; around that same time, the defense attorney presented a petition with 800 signatures – one-third of Benton’s population in 1870 – to the governor. Subsequently, the governor issued a respite – essentially, a stay of execution – until June 16. On June 8, the governor issued a commutation reducing George’s sentence from execution to life imprisonment.

How did Southerland respond to George – or appeal to Tilden – and what influence did George, through Southerland, have on Tilden’s decision? The answers to those questions may forever remain a mystery. We have no correspondence from Southerland regarding George in our collection and neither does the Yates County Historian’s Office. Similarly, the New York State Archives could not find any correspondence from Southerland in George’s case file. Based upon the timing of George’s letters and Tilden’s decision and George’s relationship to Southerland, I assume Southerland had some sort of hand in interceding for George’s commutation.

Then again, that timing may be off and may show George’s defense attorney had more of a role to play in getting George’s sentenced reduced than either George or Southerland. According to the Chronicle’s trial summary, George’s counsel, Daniel Morris, presented the petition to the governor on April 20; the governor issued the respite on April 21. One of George’s letters is dated April 28; an envelope included with the other letter is postmarked April 29. Both of these letters would have reached Southerland after Morris had presented the petition and after the governor had issued the respite. Perhaps George’s letters, and Southerland’s possible intervention, had nothing to do with George’s sentence being commuted after all.

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Will there be other Crozier family mysteries to uncover? Anything is possible, I suppose. When I first started researching George Crozier and his murder trial, I thought the trial provided enough mystery. Yes, George was found liable by a coroner’s jury, indicted by a grand jury, and convicted by a trial jury. But there seems to be a sense of intrigue around it when the only person to testify to witnessing the act of poisoning happens to be the son of both the victim and the defendant, and he swears to seeing the victim consume the arsenic by her own hand.

Even with these mysteries, I have found some answers but also found some questions still. So, yes, I am certain there are still more Crozier family mysteries out there.

#historyblog #history #museum #archives #american history #us history #local history #newyork #yatescounty #pennyan #bentonny #truecrime

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Today’s the day

The day is September 06, 2022, 9:48AM. It’s a Tuesday and the skies are sunny and warm. I’m currently at a Starbucks unraveling my thoughts because I thought a change of scenery would be nice.

Today is a very special day despite all the hard thoughts taking over my head. My niece will be arriving today! currently my sister is at the hospital in labor and the doctor has anticipated that she will be here sometime in the afternoon or in the evening. She was supposed to be born on September 3rd but she’s really comfortable in my sisters belly right now. Her name is Isabella Josephine Herrera and she is an angel sent from above. The doctor has reportedly already been able to feel her hair coming out from on top of her head. I’m excited because I get to spread the love to one more niece along with the other 3 that I have already. When she is born I will be make sure to add her all her precious details here on my private blog. Can’t wait for this little angel to arrive already.

In other news...

As much as I’m trying to have positive thoughts because my niece is coming soon, I have other heavier thoughts clouding my head. In my last post I had officially moved on from Marco and felt less anxious for once. Ever since then what has happened is Gus and I stopped talking and Marco and I started talking again because I wanted to give it a third shot with him. Everything was going well with him despite little arguments that we had been having, but it wasn't until this last argument that we had that is pushing us towards the brink of the edge again. I have been going through many major money problems since I lost one of my jobs and I confided this in Marco because I needed to let someone know. We came up with a plan and I was following it, I bought myself time for my car by getting a loan deferment, but that's where the problem was going to start, after getting the deferment. I thought you know I finally caught up with my finances so I can spoil myself a little bit without having to ask Marco, I felt bad because he had already been paying for my gas and some groceries. so I did my lashes since I had some money to spare and that s when all hell broke loose. I didn't tell Marco I was going to do my lashes and got really unnecessarily mad I think. I didn’t think it was a big deal because I still had money to pay for my necessities and to spoil myself but he didn't think like that. He thought of it as a betrayal of his trust and he blew the situation out more than what it needed to be. He didn't talk to me for 3 days and left me alone to wonder what it is I did wrong. That’s what I had done wrong in his eyes. I don’t think it was anything big but Marco is very picky.

As sad as I am because of the phone conversation we had yesterday I am also pissed because younger me wouldn't want to be manhandled and told what to do by a guy. Basically he thinks because I can’t handle a small financial promise like that then I can’t handle big decisions in the future of us as a couple, & that’s another thing he thinks I act single all the time it’s really annoying. I feel like I’m at Witts end with him again but we’re gonna have a talk in a week when he gets back from his training for his job (which I was supposed to go to but then we had this disagreement).

I’m torn for the future conversation because we’re either gonna split completely or just take space apart fro each other, but one thing is for sure, we’re not going to stay together. Part of me wants to stay and try because I don’t wanna lose him but we’ve been through this scenario way too many times already. I feel as if I still have to walk around eggshells with him because he’s so picky about the smallest things that eventually something I do is going to offend him and push him to argue with me. This relationship has gotten extremely toxic and I don't know what to do.

I am so confused about this whole situation with Marco and don’t know how to express it so I’m here writing at a Starbucks because I don't know how else to express myself. Of course NO ONE will ever see this blog because this is my private personal blog that helps me unwind. If we end up splitting then I guess it's for the best, It’s gonna hurt like hell but oh well that’s life right?

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My ex got residency three years ago and I got contact supervised by my family, or a few named agreed friends.

This was due to ongoing concerns from.my ex and members of his family, concerns they echoed for months, but never shared them with me, or my doctor, just with the nursery my cub was at.

These allegations, I still don’t know what they were, but they were serious enough for social services to visit, once and decided that I had made mistakes because I was unwell, and that whatever those were they were completely unintentional (absent minded human errors, nothing serious, but got reported as safeguarding concerns)

Supervision lasted for 18 months, because it was up to him to decide when my time increased and my supervision decreased.

That meant my mum had to sleep on my sofa almost every weekend for a year, my mum who has diabetes type 2, fibromyalgia and asthma which he knew about and when she didn’t my sister did.

My sister who has two children of her own, both with additional needs, which he also knew about but we weren’t allowed there..we weren’t allowed to stay out anywhere besides my dads unless he gave permission, said so on the order.

Wasn’t allowed to take him on a playdate without it either, because there was four people named additionally on our order that were allowed to “supervise” me.

It wasn’t fun but I didn’t have a choice because his barrister had worded the court order so beautifully for the resident parent.

I reapplied to court after 13 months of that order being in place, requesting supervision is gone and we have shared care and that the judge will give me permission to take him abroad and give me access to his passport that I applied and paid for..but they could only send to resident parent unless they had something from them in writing it could he sent to another address.

He initially said he was too young, he may panic, he may get lost, someone may knock me over/out and snatch him, he may get sick, it might hurt his ears.

He remembered and put in his statements that on our last holiday abroad that my nieces and little cousins got up to dance and no adult followed.I was 30 weeks pregnant.. so our child wasn’t even born yet.

I offered once he confirmed i could be unsupervised and finally have him over midweek sometimes meaning I could finally take him to school on my own that I would be happy to have him all three late shifts he worked each week but he had it covered almost always because of the fact he moved back to the family home and his mums a childminder so he had childcare sorted when he was working and it wasn’t my time.

I originally got him one afternoon a week until 6, three weekends out of four Friday from 3 til sunday at 6 and half of all hols.

That one afternoon was up to him because I wasn’t working and he worked shifts on a rota so flexibility was key.

But meant it wasn’t often the same afternoon each week to begin with..then it mostly became thursdays which meant football training 6 til 7, so again I offered and asked if he could just stay here after and instead I was to drop him off after training (usually about half 7)

After he confirmed I could be unsupervised and have alternate contact on his weekends he also allowed 6 to be extended to 7.

Before he confirmed I could have him alternate time, every month for over a year it meant I had no contact with him for up to 9 days at a time

Last year due to the way his annual leave went I didn’t see him from last week of summer hols until his first morning back at school.

That was 12 days of no contact.

It took another 13 months to get a first hearing.

In that time I chose to do three parenting courses, a first aid refresher, two Surrey adult learning courses and a second round of CBT.

In that time I also volunteered as a parent helper at his school and joined the PTA and was heavily involved.

I began training (studying/volunteering in another primary school as a teaching assistant) and I qualified last year.

I am not back volunteering at either school because no non paid members of staff can be on the premises.

I fought back.I will always fight back

I will always fight for what I think is right..and fair..and i will fight to be that boys mum.

My mh was no concern to any medical professionals.

Never had been but never got to exhibit that to the judge the first time.

This time I did,plus added all my course certificates etc.

In March I was given 50/50 joint residency, so every week since (bar the last four weeks of summer) I have had him from thursday to sunday.

Some weeks I will have him weds to saturday.

It’s his dad’s weekend off, normally he is working because the weekend he books off is our sons birthday, for the first time since he moved out he has also had his own birthday off work

Our son is now 8.

Despite all our clashes etc we have spent every birthday with him, just us three, the previous two years we even managed to throw birthday parties together..and we have spent every Christmas morning together too, because it makes the kid happy and both of us don’t want to miss out, so we choose to share..he then gets family time still..we’re not a family anymore but we’re his.

He pointed that out to me when he was 5 and it’s always stuck in my mind

All I want is the kid to be happy so if spending time with my ex makes him happy then crack on.

Our son hero worships him and he is a brilliant attentive loving dad. They adore each other.

Just like our son loves me loads as well.

He’s such a great kid

Smart. Kind. Funny. Sassy. Very loving.

His happiness will always come first..when he’s older no doubt his wishes and feelings will change..but for now if the kid wants us both birthday and Christmas morning he’s got us both. Here.

I have to just deal with the current situation by letting him “win” But the reason I am doing the Freedom Programme again is because I need to learn how to have boundaries, set them and stick to them.

I am very much the fawn response.

I need help with the boundary thing. As I mentioned above we have always shared our son’s birthday, plus christmas eve and morning, this time he didnt even ask if he could stay at mine

He’s just invited himself round.

It was the status quo before because the first year I still had to be supervised and that night it could only have been by him.

I have 0 issue with him coming here first thing nor coming over christmas morning til half12 if that’s what our son wants to keep happening.

I would rather we share than either of us miss out but he didn’t even ask me if he was okay to stay, I’m more than happy for our son to see us both on his birthday and to have him here for a while but I don’t want him staying here anymore.

It sets my anxiety rocketing but I’m never going to let either of them know that or you know it’s going to go against me

My family don’t think he should set foot in here at night time ever saying I can’t trust him not to go through my stuff, to start taking pics, to take or hide other stuff, or to try and pull something else to mess with my head.

I’m well aware he doesn’t love me. I’m not in love with him any more.

I’m not ready to meet anyone or hook up with anyone else yet it’s having a boundary knowing it can backfire I dont want to miss any of his birthday either.

But if he had his own place I’d have happily gone over in the morning, hell I’d have even bought bloody bacon sandwiches over ykno

I’ve done fp twice prior to the 50/50

I want it because I need to figure out how to set those boundaries.

Grey rock isn’t an option for me.

Because my respectful amicable texts are what the solicitor said are like my trump card when I applied to vary.

Done three parenting courses. My problem is I will fake it for our son’s sake, there has been nothing I haven’t agreed to if it makes him happy.

I can have my own life and make my own choices when he is bigger but now that smile is worth all the discomfort and to be honest with you when its just the three of us it’s so easy going and it feels real.

I see a genuine smile when our son and I are playing.. or a genuine one from me when they are.

Like true co-parenting.

There isn’t a former. I met him when he was 21.

I am the only person he ever bought home.

The first and only girlfriend. I just feel like I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t but I will do anything for that boy regardless of other people’s opinions, including my own

So do I just need to suck it up? Am I wrong? People say to me you meet someone they won’t tolerate you spending time with your ex..well I’m sorry but if our son wants to spend some time with his mum and dad then I will do it for him and if the person I meet doesn’t understand that then they don’t understand me, or how much I love my child.

I feel awful sometimes for complaining because he has never raised his hand to me.

I feel like I am not worthy.

But I totally know emotional and psychological abuse is just as horrendous and that my experience is as valid as everyone else’s if you get what I mean.

I actually have a few good friends now and a few weekends ago my son was invited to a friends to play out, their mums were all having a laugh and including me and even shared some Prosecco with me.

I still feel like I’m being spied on.

And I actually don’t think I am any more.

I need to stop panicking and just enjoy being a mum without second guessing myself.

I have voiced my concerns about the status quo remaining and as per all of my feelings are invalidated by him I am trying to put a boundary in and set it down but he is refusing to acknowledge my opinion.

Same thing, different day. Will it ever end?

I have fought to be the best mum I can be, the best role model to my cub.

I have a more structured schedule to establish a real routine with him and it means I can now make plans, try and have a life.

I spent all that time grieving a living loss, all my time and energy were on fighting this, now I have I want to grieve my relationship that ended almost four years ago, by granny.

I want to move on with my life, I want to like myself and eventually love myself again, I want to establish an identity again as opposed to a label.

I want to move on, to try and be happy in myself, in my life. I want to be me again.

I want to heal, I want to stop feeling like a sufferer and realise I am a survivor.

I want to be confident, I want to go out, trust people again, I want to stop feeling like I am under a microscope and I always will be.

I have made some wonderful new friends, reconnected with old ones.

I want to stop being controlled.

I am not a remote. I am a person.

I am a mother and a bloody brilliant one.

I am a great auntie, friend, daughter, granddaughter and sister and I just want to be acknowledged as a good person.

I don’t want him in trouble

I want to give a clean slate and draw a line in the sand. I don’t want any of the bad anymore. I just want to focus purely on the good now. Why am I still not allowed to do that? Why is it not okay for me to just be me?

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bokutoslittlebird · 2 years

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Not Like Her

Dad!Osamu x daughter!reader + side uncle!Atsumu

Warnings: female genitalia, she/her pronouns used, incest (dad/daughter and uncle/niece), abuse, abusive mother, slurs, infidelity, arranged marriage (gone wrong), mentions of running away and not feeling wanted, reader is in school (3rd year, at least 18), non-con somnophilia, daddy kink, lots of pet names (princess, baby, doll), implied gangbang, age gap, sex in the onigiri shop, f. and m. masturbation, f. oral receiving, implied m. oral receiving, one (1) use of "good girl", mentions of alcohol, virgin!reader, creampie(s), brief food play

The day you were born was one of happiness and dread. Happiness for your mother, but dread for your father. Osamu wasn’t too happy about your birth, he won’t lie, but he didn’t know what to expect from little [Y/N].

As he grew more focused on his business, he ignored potential suitors until his mother had come to him about seeing a marriage agency. In fact, he still wasn’t interested until his mother invited him out for a dinner one evening with Atsumu in tow. The day ended with both brothers having been set up on dates with women that their mother approved of.

Osamu didn’t have any feelings for his wife, but she was at least able to hold her own job and wasn’t too fond of romantic relations either, with her own mother setting her up on a date with him. To him, it was a business transaction that had hit off within two dates. She was humorous when she wanted to be, she seemed to respect his boundaries, and they settled on only one kid to make their families happy, needing no other romantic interests in each other. It was more like a friendship with a contract. It was a much more peaceful marriage process than Atsumu’s, of which his suitors were never up to his standards, leaving their mother at a loss for words.

You were just a contract. A child that they would care for as emotionlessly as your parents cared for each other. But something changed. Whether it was your first word being his name, your first steps being towards him, or even just him noticing his life was a little less bland and a lot more fun when you were in it, he was grateful for you. His dread of children was washed away when you called out to him and gave him a hug after a long day at work, replaced with happiness of being your father. However, this in turn changed things between him and your mother.

She refused to have you call her mom, mama, or even mother. You only referred to her by her name, showed her respect, as if she was your boss rather than the person who gave birth to you. As you grew older, she seemed to find things to blame you for, always upset at you and even talking in the dead of night about how she wished she could’ve had a son instead. It always hurt, but you were able to handle it when she tossed hurtful comments your way, Osamu being there to comfort you.

But it just caused more arguments as you got older.

Even though you were still in school, you were soon to graduate and hadn’t planned on what to do afterwards like most people your age. Some even planned to stay home for another year to figure things out, but your mother didn’t like that idea for you.

“You’re going to go off to college after you graduate, whether you like it or not! This isn’t up for discussion, [Y/N],” she coldly said, glaring at you from across the room. Sitting at her desk doing work, you hadn’t wanted to talk about this, but she seemed eager to hear your plans.

“But Hikari, it’s common for teenagers to spend time at home before leaving for college now. I don’t even know what I would want to do, so why should I waste my time doing something I don’t love? Dad said—”

“Of course he said something. He always says something to make you feel like you’re worth something, doesn’t he?” She practically spat, fulling turning her chair around to look at you. “Your father owns and works an Onigiri shop, something he knew he’d want to do. I didn’t know what to do in high school, but I still went to college and figured it out, and so shall you. The earlier you’re gone, the better,”

“That’s not what d-” you’re cut off once more.

“I don’t care!” She stood up from her chair, making you back up in fear, only serving to make her lips smirk as she placed her hands on her hips, before the scowl came back. “Your father loves to coddle you, so of course he’d want you around for another year. He’d probably want you around forever, since he’s so fond of you. It makes me wonder how fond,” her eyebrow raises as you take on a look of confusion.

“What do you mean? He’s my father, of course he loves me,”

“Yes, but I’m his wife and the only time he spends with me willingly is at night when it’s time to sleep. I hear you two giggling in your bedroom at night, don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. Can’t figure out what to do, so instead you’d sleep with your own father, is that it?”

“How dare you think I’d do that!” You yell back at her, making her recoil in shock. “You may not care for me like a mother, but that doesn’t mean your husband shares the sentiment! He’s trying to make my life easier so I don’t turn out like a wrinkled old bag like you!” You huff, putting your own hands on your hips. “Is that why you had to do an arranged marriage? Because you slept your way to the top and nobody wanted sloppy seconds? Do you only think that he loves me because I have a hole between my legs? You’re disgusting,”

“Me? Disgusting? You just insulted me to my face, called me ugly and a slut all in one! You should be ashamed of your actions and apologize!”

“No, I’m an adult now. I may be young, but I deserve respect, too! Especially from my own mothe-” you’re cut off as the word begins to leave your mouth, a stinging pain in your cheek from where she slapped you.

“Never call me that. I am not your mother and you are not my daughter. You’re nothing more than a little slut who has seduced my husband and is trying to kick me out of my own marriage. Go to your room. I’ll decide which university you’ll be going to when you graduate, and I’ll make sure it’s as far away from here as possible,” she sneers, walking back to her desk as you barely hold back your tears. With no words of confirmation, you quietly run to your room, shutting the door and collapsing on the bed, letting sobs wrack your body.

It was a busy day for Osamu, hardly getting a break to eat his lunch before he could close up. Usually on his breaks, he calls you to see how you’re doing, since he knows your mother can be a hassle when he’s not there, but he didn’t have time today. It’s a surprise for him when he gets home only to be greeted by his wife and not his daughter, who usually welcomes him home. Unenthusiastic about her presence, he gives her a quick peck on the cheek before she can get his lips, moving to put his stuff down. “Where’s [Y/N]? She usually greets me,”

A huff from Hikari tips him off something happened, before she even opens her mouth. “Oh please, that thing has been holed up in her bedroom since she got here. Didn’t even say hello,” she then takes on a more pouty tone, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him into the house. “Don’t worry about it. I made your favorite dinner, nice and hot, so let’s eat,”

“Well, shouldn’t I get my daughter so we can eat together?” Another frown on her face. He knew she hated when you were referred to as his daughter, like he was boldly talking about a mistress rather than his flesh and blood.

“Don’t bother. She’s been in a mood after I told her she’s going to university after she graduates,”

“University? We had previously discussed she could do what she wanted, as she is an adult. You can’t force her,” he tries to explain, rubbing his temple, then looks at her with an accusatory glance. “You just said she didn’t greet you, so how did you two end up arguing?”

“Uh— Arguing is a bit dramatic, isn’t it? I told her what she’ll do and she was stubborn, that’s all.” Rolling her eyes and faking a smile, he wasn’t buying it. “Shouldn’t you be happy your wife is here to greet you and fix you dinner? Don’t worry about her—”

“No, I will worry because I care for her. I’ll be back once I talk to her,” Osamu finally said, pushing his wife away as she tried to lean in for a kiss, leaving her fumbling in the kitchen. He knew she probably did a lot more than just ‘tell you to go to school’ like she said, but he was worried that she pushed you too far.

Opening your bedroom door, the first thing he noticed was hastily put together luggage next to your bed, with what looked to be the shirt he got you for your birthday sticking out of it. Closing the door behind him, he locked it so Hikari wouldn’t bust in unwelcomed as he talked to you. She had a habit of interrupting his conversations with you when she felt jealous. He thought it was absurd that she could think in such a way, as if you were threatening a perfect relationship. He didn’t love her and he’d divorce her but there has never been a good time to do it. Sitting on your bed and seeing the snot on your sleeves and the dried tears on your cheeks made him think that perhaps a good time would be sooner than later.

“Hey, wanna wake up for me?” He whispers, leaning over you. Completely sleeping in bliss, you’re unaware of your surroundings. Sighing and leaning back, he taps on your back and shoulders to see if that will wake you. It’s a method his mom would use to wake him and Atsumu up when they were younger, but it seems like you’re in too deep of a sleep to feel his touches.

The thought that follows that makes him practically hop off the bed, standing beside it as he looks down at you. It’s just an intrusive thought, nothing to think anymore on. He’d never actually consciously think about feeling you up while you’re asleep. That’s… that’s wrong. Not to mention you only recently turned 18, what kind of person would take advantage of that?

Sitting back on the bed, he can only hope you stay asleep as his hand travels from your shoulders down your back, hesitating before moving further down. The way you fell asleep has one leg bent with the other straight, so he keeps his hand going over your ass and between your legs, feeling his pants tighten as he thinks of what’s underneath. It’s wrong on so many levels, but a deep part of him tells him it’s not wrong if nobody knows. Not only that, he loves you more than his own wife, whether it’s familial or not, so he’s not touching you out of ill will. Feeling his body heat up and his mind run rampant at the fact you’re still asleep, he moves your shorts to the side a bit, wiggling two fingers underneath your panties as his other hand unbuttons his own pants. It’s so dirty and wrong, but nobody can disturb this moment and he hasn’t felt real pleasure in so long, desperate to know what you feel like and if he can get away with it.

He backs out almost immediately though, removing his hand as you move, legs moving until you’re groaning, rubbing your nose into your pillow. He’s able to quickly button his pants back up, using his hand that was just against your clit to rub circles on your upper back. “Hey baby, you finally up?”

“Daddy? When— When’d you get here?” Your groggy reply has him mentally sighing in relief. If you seem like you didn’t know what he did to you, then he shouldn’t be worried. Rubbing your eyes, you roll over to face him, slowly sitting up. “I’m sorry I didn’t greet you when you came home, I— I was just tired,”

“Now don’t worry ‘bout not greeting me. I know you were a little more than just tired,” he takes on a soft tone and gently brings his hand up to your cheek, the one he hadn’t seen yet, the one that had a mark blooming on your skin. “What’d she do to you?”

“It— I accidentally called her mom again. We got into an argument,”

“Was that it?”

“At first. She’s jealous that you show me more love than her. She thinks I’m trying to take her place, so I told her that she was wrong. She slapped me because I talked back,” your chest started to heave as you held back sobs, trying to finish talking before the dam completely broke. “I’m starting to think maybe I should finish school living with Uncle ‘Tsumu instead,” more tears plopped onto your twiddling hands. “I don’t wanna be the reason your relationship fails, daddy,”

Little do you know that the gears are already in motion, but Osamu just sighs and tugs you into his chest, letting you cry into his work shirt. “You’re not living with ‘Tsumu. This is my house and if you want to take a year to figure out what you’re doing, then you can stay here. She’s just gonna have to suck it up,”

“Okay,” it comes out almost intelligible, but he understands. He doesn’t know how long he pats your back while you cry in the comfort of his arms, he can only think about what he did and what he was about to do. And what his mind wants him to do. It isn’t until you pull from him does he break out of his trance, looking down at you wiping your cheeks. “Can you do something for me, please?”

When he said yes, he expected plenty of things. Divorce, scolding his wife, even dirty things only he would think about. He didn’t expect the dirty thing to be fucking his own wife, instead of his daughter. “Ah, honey, right there! Don’t stop!” Hikari moans, fingers digging into the pillows as she practically screams out in pleasure. Osamu has barely made any noise, forcing her mouth against the pillows to muffle her moans and screams as he tells her they’re not alone. Even if it was your idea and his wife doesn’t care, he feels dirty sleeping with her instead of you. It almost feels as if he’s cheating, which is a horrible thought he tries to ignore.

Hikari’s squeals make him only roll his eyes, knowing she’s only acting the way because she’s showing off that he’s sleeping with her and not you, which is almost a disgusting thing to think about. She’s jealous of something that doesn’t exist. His love for you was most likely always going to happen, she just doesn’t know that. Even when he’s close to finishing, he has to grit his teeth and close his eyes as he imagines he could be fucking you instead, with your ass bouncing on his cock and your pretty face streaked with tears of pleasure. The small mental image has him pushing over the edge, pulling out of his wife before releasing on the bed below them, rubbing his cock against her pussy as he comes down from his high.

“Wh- Why didn’t you finish inside me?” She whines, pushing her ass against his cock and rubbing. “I want to feel you inside me, ‘Samu,”

“We’re not using protection, so I didn’t want to risk it,” is all he says, chest heaving as he tries to get rid of that image of you in his head. He can’t live his life like this.

“It’s okay, I’m your wife, you know?” She continues to pester him, giggling when he flips her over, only to drop her smile when he practically glares down at her.

“Wife or not, you’re not fit to be a mother. So I’m not going to finish inside you,” is all he says, before getting up and heading into the bathroom, leaving her to pout on the bed. She can clean herself up, it’s not his problem. He may have upset her with that, but it’s what she deserves and what she needed to hear. Coming out of the bathroom, she’s curled up in bed reading a book, ignoring his presence. Struck a nerve indeed, he did, but it’s not his problem, as he decides to watch some TV before bed.

The next day is a day off for Osamu, letting the other workers run the shop while he takes a much deserved break. Waking up alone isn’t something he’s used to, but he doesn’t mind an empty house with no crazy woman to deal with. Well, mostly empty. You’re still here, since you don’t have school today, so he thinks maybe today can be a day where you two just hang out without worrying about third parties interfering. Getting up to get his morning coffee, he doesn’t expect to see you up already, in the hallway, exiting the bathroom.

His only thought was that he knew your body would be beautiful bare in front of him. The thoughts of you calling his name while creaming around his cock come flooding back in, his eyes unable to stop from roaming your curves and using his imagination to place what’s under your hands and arm. It’s only when you gasp, profusely apologize, and run into your room, does he actually break from his trance. Now not only is he sporting a hard boner now, but he did so by looking at you, his daughter’s, naked body. To add more salt, you were aware of the situation.

“Fuck,” he muttered, running his hand down his face. He didn’t think you’d be up for a daddy-daughter date this afternoon, anymore.

On your end, you were so stunned from everything that happened, the only thing you could do was lean against your closed door, hands covering your breasts as everything processed. You had expected an empty house, waking up to complete silence as you figured out what you were going to do. Starting your day with a shower, you didn’t bother bringing any clothes because of the supposedly empty house, which ended up being the mistake that made everything weird.

Your whole body felt hot as you put on a big t-shirt, coming down to your mid-thigh, mind running laps as you processed how Osamu, your father, reacted to your naked body. Was your mother right to worry? Was he actually attracted to you— at least your body? The thin material of his sweatpants made his cock look so big, it made your insides warm thinking about it. Even as you pull on a pair of panties, you can feel yourself wet from the sight of him getting aroused. It felt so dirty, but you just couldn’t help it.

Laying down on your bed, you spread your legs and slid your hand under your panties. You may have just taken a shower, but you had to deal with these urges or else suffer taboo thoughts for the rest of the day. Plus your thoughts were completely private, nobody knew of them, so it wouldn’t hurt to spend some time thinking of dirty things. You couldn’t help thinking about last night, how your mother was screaming in pleasure, even though it was disgusting, but if his cock was as big as you thought it was, you couldn’t help it. Thinking of you in that position, laying underneath Osamu as his cock ruts against your most sensitive areas, making you see stars. Unlike those fleeting boy crushes, he was an experienced man who probably knows his way around a woman, able to easily make you finish within minutes.

However you saw him yesterday has completely changed, your body craving his touch and his body after catching a glimpse of a boner from him. It makes you feel so dirty thinking of him that way, but a part of you wonders if it’s only normal? Not because of what you saw, but he’s always been there for you, loving you with no conditions contrary to Hikari, so it only makes sense that you’d end up feeling this way, right? Only serving to feed into your delusions, your fingers work faster against your clit, tiring out your arm until you’re seeing stars and biting down on your t-shirt, toes curling as you finally reach the end you were striving for. Instead of thinking those thoughts are horrible in your post-bliss, they only serve to make you want more.

No, this is wrong. You need to apologize.

There’s nothing else about it. You don’t need to be on eggshells around Osamu, that’d only serve in making your mother suspicious something is up. Plus, you don’t need your only security net in this dysfunctional family gone. With a set goal in mind, you wipe off the juices from your hand and leave the room, expecting him to be in the kitchen. Is it forgetfulness and comfortability that has you in only a long t-shirt and panties? Or is it the fact that maybe, just maybe, you want those fantasies to not only be fantasies? Telling yourself the former, you walk into the kitchen to see nobody there. Peaking into the living room, the house almost seems empty. Thinking perhaps he’s too embarrassed to even possibly be around you now, you accept defeat and trudge back to your room, only to stop in front of your door.

You don’t know whether it’s wishful thinking or simple coincidence, but you notice the master bedroom door is cracked open, hardly enough to see inside, but enough that the sounds from inside aren’t as well muffled as they should be. Curiosity has never urged you closer to the door than in this moment, finding your breathing shaky as you listen to the moans and groans inside the room. Is he.. Is he touching himself? To the brief image of your mostly naked body? The thought makes your stomach warm, thighs squeezing together as you’re faced with a choice to either open the door or go back to your room. Nothing can ever go back to the way it was, but crossing the threshold could mean the end for many things, as well as the beginning of many.

Creaking the door open, you expect Osamu to turn around, looking in the doorway to your slightly shaking frame, instead he doesn’t stop, never faltering. The well lit room hides nothing, your eyes landing on the pink panties you just threw in the hamper in his hand, pushed up to his nose. His other hand is wrapped around his cock, pumping away as his arm flexes with each pump. The thought of him sniffing your dirty laundry so shamelessly has arousal building in your lower stomach, making your panties even wetter than before. You two can never go back to how you were before, but a part of you is okay with that.

Completely lost in a fantasy world, Osamu doesn’t even notice you’ve opened his door. He did intentionally leave the door open a crack, just to see if you came out of your room or even if you were just like him, but it backfired when he completely ignored the creaking of the door. Head filled with a lusty haze and the image of your naked body, more fleshed out, bouncing on his cock had his hand moving faster as he sniffed your dirty panties. He shouldn’t be doing something so shameful, but he just can’t help how you make him feel. It isn’t until the door is shut does he realize someone’s seen him. Using your panties to cover his obviously hard cock, he turns to see you leaning against the door, feet shifting as your thighs rub together.

He can’t even get out any words, too stunned, seeing you push yourself off the door as you sway, hands gripping the edges of your shirt — one he gave you years ago after you had a nightmare. “It’s not very nice to go stealing my underwear, you know?” Your voice is so sweet to him, but it breaks his trance as guilt and regret fills his body. That is, until his eyes watch as one of your hands pulls up the shirt, your other one going between your legs and rubbing against your pussy. The same one he’s been dreaming about since he almost touched it. “If you want, I could give you the pair I’m wearing, instead,” your breath becomes shaky, but you keep going. Sliding them off, you barely manage to get your legs out of them before he’s sweeping you off of your feet, lips pressed against yours with a passion he hasn’t given to anyone.

Osamu can hardly believe it when you begin to kiss him back, hand coming behind his head before he sets you back down, breaking the kiss. “You know I’m gonna do more than take your panties, right? Is that what you want?” Leaning away from you, he sees the wavering determination in your eyes and has a dreading feeling you’ll back out, make it so he chases you until you’re out of his sight, but instead you simply wrap your damp panties around his cock, making him bite his lip. You were so wet, touching yourself to your own dirty father touching himself to you.

“Yes, daddy. I want this, if you’d have me,” your answer is swiftly met with a kiss, your legs wrapping around his waist as he brings you to the bed. A silly sentence to say, he thinks, finally letting his hand sink between your legs where he has been dying to touch. It’s all he’s wanted for the past day, thinking of you and your sweetness in every waking thought. He doesn’t want to take off the shirt, finding it as a claim to your body as he simply pulls it up to gaze upon your breasts. Always a giver and less of a taker, he doesn’t wait in putting his lips on your skin, letting his tongue taste you. “W-wait, they’re sensi-ti-” your gasps only have him putting in more effort on your nipples, rolling one of them between his teeth as he uses his other hand to rub and tweak the other one. Using both of his hands to massage your breasts, he presses open mouthed kisses all over them, sucking on the skin before moving his mouth lower.

With his mouth right in front of your pussy, he isn’t surprised when your legs try to close up, him having to press kisses to your thighs to make you relax. “It’ll be okay, don’t worry, baby,”

“But— isn’t the taste weird? What if you don’t like it?” Your question is so innocent, but it tells him all he needs to know about you. Taking your virginity only serves to make his cock bob in anticipation, eager to take it. Chuckling, he pulls your up so you’re practically folded in half, your pussy completely on display for him.

“Any man who doesn’t give as much as he takes isn’t worth your time. And your daddy will always be worth your time,” he simply says, pressing a kiss to your folds before diving between them. He’s waited long enough to touch your most sensitive area, he’s not gonna wait to taste it, as well. Plus, your squeals under him have his cock throbbing at what’s to come. If his mouth brings you this much pleasure, that you’re tightening your grip on the hem of your shirt, only to move to grabbing your breasts, trying to ground yourself, he can’t wait to see how you react to his cock inside of you.

Kissing, licking, and flicking his tongue against your clit and slurping up any juices has you seeing stars, toes curling as your eyes roll at the feeling of your high washing over you. Your body feels so tingly and sensitive that you can’t help but twitch as Osamu sets you down, rubbing his cock against you. Worried about being able to take him well, you feel your face get hot as you watch him rubbing his cock against your soaking wet pussy, sighs of satisfaction as he does.

Pushing your legs back, he finally lines himself up as you watch, waiting for something to happen. “You sure you want this? You can still back out,”

“I’m positive.” Even going as far as to spread your folds, rubbing your middle finger against your clit, you show him as well as tell. “I want you to be my first, daddy. I want you to fill me up,”

Even if he had planned on using protection, your sudden declaration of him filling you up would make him not want to. It’s not that he wants you pregnant, but rather he wants you to feel all of him and he wants to feel all of you. With a nod, he pushes into your tiny hole and has to practically hold his breath from busting on the spot, with your walls squeezing him so much. “Relax, princess. We got time,” he shushes, moving down to press kisses to your face and neck. Feeling him gently rock himself into you, you were able to relax and let him move in even more, stretching your hole more as your velvety walls spasmed around him, trying to milk him. “Fuck,” he groaned, then finished sheathing himself all the way, making you mewl from the sudden thrust.

You felt completely full, as if he was everywhere and anywhere in the moment. His hips began moving, starting off slow that would have his cock rubbing against your sensitive walls and feeling his balls flush against your ass. Increasing his speed, you had to dig your nails into his shoulders as you held on, having his move so fast that your body rocked with each thrust, juices gushing out of you. His cock was covered in your juices and his own precum, coating the outside of your cunt and dripping down his balls.

“You gonna take it?” He suddenly groans, making you open your eyes and look at his sweat covered face. “You gonna take all my cum like a good girl? Let me fill you up? That’s what you want, right?” A nod from you is all you can muster, but he moves your leg into the crook of his elbow, freeing his hand to squish your cheeks together so you face him. “I wanna hear you say it,”

“Yes, daddy!” You slur, sticking out your tongue as you feel the beginning of his load empty out inside of you. “Fill me all the way up, please!” The last part of the sentence comes out of grit teeth, as your back arches and your eyes roll back. It’s so pleasureful, feeling a heavy load fill your walls that you can’t help but let yourself completely go, spraying watery juices all over Osamu’s abdomen, dripping down onto his sweatpants.

Osamu can’t believe his eyes, truly. Watching you come undone on his cock is even better than he could have imagined, as he way he’s your body twitch and feels your walls spastically gush around him makes him even harder inside of you. Making you squirt, however? Just from filling you up with a load of cum? Fuck, he doesn’t even let you enter a post-bliss state, worried you’d want to stop when he’s only getting his engines warm. You can barely refute him as he starts fucking into you again, pushing his cum out of your little cunt with each thrust. He’s gonna fuck every pent up load into you all before his stupid wife gets home.

For the rest of the day, Osamu has you trying out different positions all just to hear you scream and mewl underneath him, telling him how good it feels when he fucks you like an animal starved. It makes him feel good to have someone actually love him, wanting him to feel just as good as he makes them. Whether it’s you putting in the work to bounce on his cock so he can grab and play with your bouncing breasts or you on your knees in front of him and his cock on your tongue, you don’t want him doing all the work and doing all the giving. He makes sure to clean you up, too, wiping down the sweat from your body and the copious amount of cum dribbling out of your abused cunt. It isn’t until Hikari pulls up do you two separate, you going to do homework while he watches TV. None the wiser than she was yesterday, Osamu can’t help but smile when she passes by him, letting her kiss him on the lips moments after he made you cum on his tongue.

Each day is a day full of giggles with a game of secrecy. How long until Hikari actually catches you two? How long can you two spend together behind closed doors before it’s suspicious? You get better at muffling and holding back your moans and Osamu gets better at not ogling you whenever you two aren’t alone. Spending time in your room doing ‘homework’, Osamu brings you your dinner and even helps you with some stuff, all while Hikari sits in her little office typing away, ignorant of your bed creaking in time with his thrusts. Whenever she has a long day of work, she takes a long bath and you end up on Osamu’s lap in the living room, bouncing on his cock while a movie plays to cover your mewls and his groans.

It isn’t until after you graduate does the secret get out.

Working at Onigiri Miya on the surface was a job that would keep you close to Osamu and stay at home, making Hikari annoyed that you’re still in the picture. Threatening a divorce if she tried to send you off to a college without your consent, you were free to live at home and work with your father, having more than familial moments in the back of the shop when everyone else went home. It gave you both room to spend together without worrying about someone finding out by seeing you laying on a table with your legs on Osamu’s shoulders.

“I swear, the spicy tuna onigiri brings good luck!” Atsumu swears, taking a bite of the good food.

“I think it’s just wishful thinking, ‘Tsumu,” Osamu says back, rolling his eyes. You’re off handing other customers their orders, but you can’t help but giggle at the conversation between your dad and uncle.

“If Aran was here, he’d agree!”

“Nah, Aran likes the crispy seaweed onigiri. Told me himself,” Osamu shoots back, not batting an eye.

“No he didn’t, he’s been busy,”

“He stops by every once in a while. Maybe he just doesn’t let you know when he’s in the area,”

“Are you trying to insinuate something?”

“Okay, you two,” you butt in, handing another order of spicy tuna to Atsumu, “no need to fight when we got other customers.”

“What about you? Do you agree, doll?” Atsumu asks, giving you one of those girl-swooning smiles.

“Actually, I don’t have a favorite, so I don’t think any are more lucky or special than the others. They all taste good, so that’s what matters,” you shrug, making Atsumu’s smile fall.

“You’d say anything to not be on my side, wouldn’t you?”

“Not completely true,” you then sigh, then nod. “But yes,”

“I’m being ganged up on, here,”

“Food’s food, ‘Tsumu,” Osamu says, rolling his eyes.

Atsumu stayed at least until closing, talking about old school stuff and his team with volleyball. Most of their old friends had retired, living a comfortable life and meeting up every once in a while to catch up. Atsumu had only recently retired, so he spent most of his free time chowing down on food Osamu made for him. Waving goodbye to him, you could only sigh as you switched the sign to close and turned off the neon sign, signaling the end of your shift. Well, at least until Osamu tugs you into his chest and kisses you on the head.

“Tired again, huh?” You giggle when he only sighs. “Should I close up by myself, then?”

“Not a chance. Get yourself in the kitchen,”

It isn’t long until you’re in the same position you were in yesterday, one leg bent and held up by his arm while he rams his cock into your cunt, heavy moans coming from your lips with each pump. Resting your head on the counter, your fingers run down the surface as drool spills from your lips, keeping your focus on not having the one leg on the ground buckle. With his one arm holding up your leg and his hand resting against your side, his other hand pushes pieces of onigiri into your mouth, keeping it in your mouth so you don’t spit it out. Moaning, you lick the excess rice from his fingers and suck on them, bringing him to his release and filling you up. Pulling out, he lets the excess run out and puddle on the floor before pushing back in, making more squeeze out, going for another round and only focusing on you.

Atsumu couldn’t believe it. He dropped his wallet when he was eating, probably just slipped out of his pocket. He should’ve double checked before leaving the restaurant, as this has happened before when he doesn’t wear a coat. With the warm nights that spring brings, he hasn’t bothered with wearing a jacket, but he might have to so he stops accidentally losing things. Even though the store says it’s closed, he tries the door and finds it’s unlocked, making him confused, but still going inside. Though, he immediately forgets why he was there when he hears the moans and groans echoing in the empty shop. The only two workers when he left would’ve been ‘Samu and you, so he’s confused as to why he hears those noises. Going around the counter and looking into the kitchen, he can’t take his eyes off the display he sees.

Osamu, his brother, is fucking you on the counter in his shop after hours. If he’d had known this is what he was missing out on, he’d have left his wallet behind on purpose long before now. Completely ignored by the two of you, he just watches as your eyes roll and leg twitches as Osamu pumps a load into your cunt, pulling out to smear some of it on your pussy like he’s claiming it. Atsumu doesn’t know if he’s upset you two didn’t tell him about such a juicy secret or if he’s upset he didn’t get to lay claim on his pretty little niece first. Clearing his throat and knocking on the wall, he makes his presence known.

Covering your chest and looking away is the reaction he expected from you, but Osamu just stares at him like he’s expecting something. “Did you need something? Or you just being a pervert?”

“A pervert? I should be calling you that, ‘Samu. Screwing your own daughter? Does your wife know?”

The answer Osamu gave wasn't necessarily unexpected, but the tone of which he chose made Atsumu's eyes widen with surprise. “I don't care what that old hag thinks. If you're so bent on spilling our little secret, it's not going to change much of anything,”

“Your whole life could be ruined if I told your wife, you know? Really going to let me spill the beans on you?” Atsumu asks, but he wouldn't dare tell. Especially not if Osamu lets him have a taste. Even now, you're all curled up and covering yourself as if your dearest father's cock is currently buried inside of you, like you can keep any more of your innocence from him.

“I know you better than that, 'Tsumu. We've always had each other's backs, why would that change now?” He simply states, even rocking his hips into you that has your leg twitching, your harsh whispers of telling him not now. Atsumu can't help but laugh, nodding and getting closer to the two of you.

“You're right, I wouldn't snitch. Although, it's a bit sad you didn't let me know before. Too scared I'd take her away from you?”

“As if,” Osamu scoffs, his thumb rubbing your clit, making you twitch and mewl. The sight of you makes Atsumu's cock twitch, his jeans getting tighter with each noise. “Nothing can beat our first time together. You're welcome to try, but I doubt it,”

“Well, then I can't back down, can I?” Atsumu gives off simple smile, but his mind is full of nothing but dirty, disgusting thoughts of what he could do to you. Of course, Osamu pulling his cock out to let his previous loads drip from your cunt reminds him you're still owned by someone else, but Atsumu will take sloppy seconds this time. Watching as Atsumu unzips his jeans has you scrambling to move, unsure of what's about to happen.

“Wait, Uncle 'Tsumu—”

“Don't worry, doll. You trust you dear old daddy, don't you?” A nod from you. “He wouldn't let me near you if he didn't trust me. No need to worry 'bout a thing,” Atsumu pecks your lips, looking to see Osamu has backed off completely. You're pulled off of the counter, legs wobbly as you hold onto Atsumu as he picks you up. Osamu may have strength leftover from his volleyball days, but Atsumu is stronger, able to easily lift you onto where his hard cock is waiting for your drooling pussy.

Osamu finds himself on a stool, stroking his cock and spreading your leftover juices all over the skin. “It'll be alright, princess. Daddy's right here, just let your uncle have a taste, okay?”

“Okay, daddy,” your voice is so innocent, so sweet, Atsumu can't hold back, pulling your hips flush against his, groaning at the squeeze you immediately give him.

“Oh, fuck,” he swears, immediately setting into a rhythm of you bouncing on his cock while he holds you up. The sheer strength of him keeping you up combined with the sensitivity from Osamu has you creaming on his cock, making him curse again. He's never been more thankful for leaving his wallet, letting him have the opportunity to feel a nice, young cunt squeezing him again. “Finishing so soon? I just got started,”

“‘ish gooood~” you slur, tongue hanging out as you dig your nails into his shoulders and your legs tighten and twitch in his hold. Your fucked out expression and the consistent string of moans from your lips has him thinking you really are like a doll, just a gummy little hole for him to fuck.

It's not long until he feels juices to gush from your pussy, dripping down and staining his jeans as his balls slap against your ass, making an echoing sound in the kitchen as your moans join it. The brothers keep their moans to a minimum, Atsumu occasionally looking over to see milky fluid dribbling down Osamu's cock and his hand, chuckling at how much of a degenerate his brother is. Feeling your walls squeeze around him once more, he gives a few harsh thrusts up into your cunt before spilling his load into you, moaning at the feeling of you milking his cock.

It's the last orgasm you could have of the night, your body limp in Atsumu's arms as he sets you on the counter, letting his cum ooze out of your abused cunt and onto it. “Think I can have her for the night?” Atsumu suddenly asks, getting his breath back. Osamu sends him a glare, but he brushes it off. “Come on, I promise I'll give her back. One night, and I'll keep your dirty little secret.”

Osamu agrees, letting his brother take your unconscious body home, as you had fallen asleep from your last orgasm. He worries what Atsumu would do to you, but he also knows he can trust him to not hurt you. The only problem is going home to Hikari, who seems elated that Atsumu picked you up from the shop and you decided to spend the night at his house, eager to get her hands on Osamu and spend all her time with him. He regrets not having you there that night, but you were delivered safe and sound the next day, stuffed full of your uncle's cum and a toy keeping it all in.

It started a new thing for Osamu and you to enjoy doing, having your body shared between your father and your uncle, with both of them cleaning you up at the end of it. Atsumu had something to do with his free time and he also provided an easy alibi to give to Hikari whenever she wondered why you two weren't at the house. Why, all she needed to hear was that you went out with friends and Osamu's hanging out with him and some other alumni from Inarizaki, easing her worries. She doesn't need to know the friends you're with are the same people Osamu's hanging out with, the same people who are having a taste of you on their cocks and their tongues. The quickies from before are replaced by actual time spent between the two of you, maybe adding in a third or a fourth, but it ends with you happy and him even happier.

Truly, nothing could ruin this blissful atmosphere he's created with you. Not even the baggage that thought he still loved her could tear you two apart. It was only a matter of time before she realized that he had found love in someone else, someone who she despised. He fell in love with everything Hikari isn’t, she just didn’t know it yet.

When Hikari tells him about her business sending her out of the country for a week, he could hardly contain his joy. As emotionless as he could muster, he congratulated her on her promotion and offered to even help her pack for the trip. It was just a small business venture and she said she’d call him every night to let him know she was alright, but he could honestly care less. Watching her fill a suitcase the night before her flight reminded him of how she tried to send you away from him and how he dearly wished Hikari would be sent away from him for good. It just gave you two the freedom to dirty every surface in the house without worry.

Whether he was bending you over the back of the couch while you watched your favorite show or making you cockwarm him so he could read the newspaper, he made sure you were always close by and always dressed for him. Skirts and no panties, draped in his shirts with lacy panties that hid nothing, a cute sweater and loose shorts paired with thigh highs, anything that gave him easy access or that he liked seeing you in was fair game. Even Atsumu and your ‘little’ friends would come over, spreading your holes wide open and drenching your prettiest clothes and your pretty face in their cum, painting your body with load after load. Nothing was better for you, having your father love your body and show it off to his friends and hearing their compliments. It was a twisted way of thinking, but you were well past the point of no return, rather accepting their compliments with an open mouth and a dripping pussy.

Every night had you ending it in someone’s lap, cock still inside as your working cunt milked every last drop of them. Osamu always made sure to clean you up, tucking you in his bed as he joined you, kissing you goodnight as you peacefully slept. The minutes turned to hours and the hours turned to days and before you knew it, the week was up and you two were so lost in each other’s touch all week, you didn’t even register that your time alone together was drawing to a close. With minds only focused on each other, it was no surprise the two of you couldn’t hear the phone ringing nor when a car had pulled up the front of the house. Even the door being knocked on and unlocked went unnoticed, lips locked as Osamu rocked his cock deeper inside of you, making sure your sensitive walls felt every single rub against them.

He heard the gasp before you did, a bag dropping on the floor in shock as he looked up from your body, seeing Hikari, his wife, in the hallway across from him. It wasn’t horror on her face, just rage and jealousy as she watched him rock his cock into your warm cunt. Grabbing your hair and tugging your head back, he made sure your scream of pleasure had no muffles as your high hit, toes curling and legs tightening around his neck as he brought his lips to yours, finally muffling the screams. A few more pumps of his cock into your gushing cunt had him finishing inside, a low moan as he licked your lips, giving you another kiss that had you two swapping spit.

“Osamu, how dare—!” Hikari was cut off by Atsumu, dressed in nothing but a towel covering his lower half exiting the bathroom, tutting at her.

“Should’ve stayed wherever you went, lady. You’ve been replaced,” he grinned, practically pushing her out of the house. She could smell the alcohol on him, meaning he was drinking. In her house.

“How dare that slu-”

“Oh, shove it. Go find some young cock to suck, hag,” he sneered, pushing her outside the door as she gasped, stumbling. He waved and smiled as he shut the door, making sure the locking of it was audible enough for her to hear. Whistling and dusting off his hands, walking over to where Osamu had his mouth buried between your thighs as your fingers dig into his scalp. “Don’t forget to leave some for me,”

At his request, Osamu gets off your clit with a loud ‘pop’ noise, lapping at the excess around your pussy, letting Atsumu kneel down and get his tongue in your messy cunt, slurping up his brother’s cum and your juices. Feeling your hand come to the back of his head, he only smirked as he suckled on your clit, pushing two fingers into your cunt while Osamu removed himself from your lower area. Moving up to your mouth, you eagerly stuck out your tongue to welcome his hard cock in your mouth, moaning around the appendage as you made sure to slurp any cum coating it.

One thing the two of them could agree on, is that you’re a damn treasure they enjoy and nobody will stand in their way.

#BB.Kinky #haikyuu smut #BB.Dark #tw.incest #tw.somnophilia #cw.age gap #tw.infidelity #‘Samu.Spice #Mr. ‘Samu #tw.dubcon #tw.noncon #tw.gangbang #tw.daddykink #tw. abuse #tw.alcohol #though it’s just mentioned #tw.food play #cw.food

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bangtansmauyeondan · 2 years

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Midnight’s Minuet | Part 10 - Stay the Night

Pairing: Yoongi x Fem Reader

Genre: Strangers to Enemies to Friends to ???, social media au, chef au, musician au, slow burn, fluff, implied smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Summary: While gallivanting around the world pursuing his love for music and architecture, Yoongi was forced to come back home when Seokjin, his older brother, asked him for help to run the family business. Having been born with a silver spoon, Yoongi longed for a bit of normalcy and independence; hence, agreeing with Seokjin’s request didn’t come without any of his own conditions— first, he’s going to oversee the hotel’s kitchen; second, he’s gonna let him live a normal life— no luxury cars, no high-rise building apartment, no special treatment. Yoongi was pleased that everything seemed to be going well with his return… until he met you, the roadblock to everything his brother has agreed to.

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“No, no, no…” Yoongi groaned while sitting in his car at the parking lot of his apartment building, repeatedly hitting his head on the steering wheel. “This is not happening.”

The other day, one of his friends and a former colleague at work informed him that he’s spending the weekend with his sister who happens to live in the same apartment building he just moved into. They agreed that they would meet up, play some games and knock back a whole bottle of whiskey, and he was pretty excited about it. Until he came home this evening and saw his friend entering the building with none other than you – the woman he can’t stand at his current job. He knows a lot of Parks. Park is a common last name in Korea – but what are the odds that a certain Park Jimin and a Park Yn are closely related? Running his fingers through his hair, he decided to give his friend a call.

“Untle Yooni!” Jihyo’s piercing shriek as she ran to Yoongi’s arms echoed in the living room. Yoongi crouched down and scooped his niece up in his arms before peppering her cheeks with kisses. “Hey princess… where’s daddy?”

“Daddy sweepy,” Jihyo answered, touching Yoongi’s cheeks gently.

“I’m awake!” Jin’s voice boomed as he descended down the stairs in his bright blue pajamas, catching Yoongi’s attention.

“Mommy cooky,” Jihyo turned Yoongi’s face towards her when he glanced at his father’s way. As if on cue, Nara poked her head out from the kitchen, beaming at Yoongi. “Hey, Yoongs! You’re right in time. Mrs. Wang and I are just about done making dinner.”

“I have a bone to pick with you two,” Yoongi deadpanned at the couple.

“Oh, I hope it’s my funny one,” Jin sniggered, taking Jihyo from Yoongi’s arms, “C’mere baby…” Jihyo glared at her father, wrapping her arms tightly around her uncle’s neck.

“Why didn’t you guys tell me that the Pastry Chef lives in my apartment building?”

“Oh? She and Jungkook live in the same building… Are you saying–”

“Why didn’t you tell us where you live?” Jin widened his eyes at his brother’s accusation. “I asked you to move into the penthouse and you didn’t want to. I asked you where you live, but you wouldn’t tell me. Now you’re showing up to my house like we’re causing you inconvenience, yah… unbelievable.”

“Babe, soft voice, please,” Nara was quick to appear beside her husband, placing a hand on his back. She then turned her attention to her toddler who’s already reaching out for her from Yoongi’s arms.Yoongi smiled sheepishly knowing his brother was right.

“Yoongs, is there a problem between you and Yn?” Nara asked worriedly, while bouncing a squirming Jihyo in her arms. “Is it affecting the flow of the kitchen? Is it–”

“She’s… “ Yoongi sighed. “She’s nice. Too nice.”

Jin and Nara exchanged confused looks.

“What’s the problem with that?” Jin slumped down the sofa shortly followed by Yoongi who even put his feet up on the coffee table to get comfortable.

“Sometimes I feel like she’s too— I don’t know— gentle. Like my tiniest comments offend her or something.” Yoongi saw Nara smile and shake her head from the corner of his eyes. “What?”

“I know her, Yoongs,” Nara replied. “She’s far from ‘too nice’ and ‘gentle.’ It’s all in your head. She’s one tough cookie.”

“I don’t know… I feel like she sees me as an asshole. Like, she has this judging look, you know?”

Jin scoffed. “Maybe because you’re being an asshole. Can you blame her? You were pathetic when you first met her.”

“Fine. I was out of line, but I panicked, okay? I thought she knew about me being related to you.”

Everyone fell silent for a few minutes before Nara stood up, scooping Jihyo up. “I’m gonna give this little angel her dinner. You two, talk it out.”

Jin waited before his wife was out of sight before speaking. “You know I need you, right? I can’t run this circus on my own.”

“I know, hyung. I promise you, I’m gonna help out. I just need more time, please.”

“How much time do you need?”

“Just…” Yoongi hesitated for a few seconds before continuing. “Once I settle down, I will step in and help you. I just don’t want to do all this while I’m single.”

Jin was silent mulling over his brother’s words. He got it. He understood. Being young and wealthy like his brother could have a negative implication when he’s trying to build an honest and genuine relationship with someone. He stood up and patted his brother on the shoulders before making his way to the dining area. “Come on, we have hanwoo beef for dinner.”

“Yeah!” Yoongi giddily stood up and made a beeline to the dining area as well. “Can I also stay for the night?”

#yoongi midnight’s minuet #midnight’s minuet #bangtansmauyeondan #bts imagines #bts smau #bts ff #bts fics #bts smaus #bangtan ffs #bangtan fic #min yoongi #yoongi x reader

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djarinbarnes · 3 years

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Silent Night - Bucky Barnes

THIS IS A DARK FIC. IF YOU’RE UNDER 18, PLEASE DNI.

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Author: Dina

Word Count: roughly 15k

Pairing: Dark!Bucky Barnes x innocent(?)!female reader

Warnings: dark!bucky, dark!fic, 18+, loss of virginity, dubcon, noncon (to be safe), smut, age gap (18 and 36), pwp, unprotected sex, male masturbation, abuse of power, anal sex, somnophilia, anal play, toys, drugging, forced oral, spitting, slapping, slight bondage... a whole lot of things.

Summary: Bucky has always put his best friend’s daughter first. She’s like the niece he never had. He’s recently become more and more infatuated with her, and when he sees a window of opportunity, he decides to act upon it.

A/N: Well damn, here it is! This is a long one 😇 Some of you have read this before, but now it has been rewritten and finished ♡

For Kaley, Sab, Gracie and Nahema. I wouldn’t have finished this without you ♡

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Dear diary.

This is the story of how I really lost my virginity. I know that no one is going to see this, but I figured writing about it would make it seem better. Easier.

It’s something I’ve been reluctant to share with anybody until now. A lot of things have happened since I wrote to you last. You’ve heard about this man before.

He’s been my father’s best friend for years. Since they were boys. Best man at my parent’s wedding, there in the waiting room the day I was born, present at every birthday party since then. Giving me presents, treating me with so much love.

Uncle Bucky, as he’d come to be named in our family, had watched me grow up and I was his princess. The niece he never had. He showered me with everything a little girl could wish for. We had secrets. It was just something that was shared between the two of us.

But once I turned eighteen, something changed in Bucky. His fondness of me turned into an obsession. I felt it like a pendulum changing its magnetic attraction point. Every time he was over at our house, he would become distracted.

I’ve known all along what made him distracted. It was something I reveled in. But he knew he couldn’t do anything while my dad was around. So, he came up with a plan to get me alone.

Friday, 3:21pm

Going away with Bucky for the weekend as a graduation present seemed like everything she had hoped for. She would finally be free from her parents, even if it was only a weekend. She made her way around her room cheerily, throwing some random pieces of clothing along with her bathing suit, a towel and some toiletries into her bag, feeling her stomach jump slightly.

When Bucky had given her a weekend getaway to his lake house as a graduation present last week, she had been overjoyed. Finally, she had the chance to feel a little bit alive, since her parents hadn’t let her celebrate graduation with her classmates.

A gift from your favorite uncle! Had been scrawled into the card in Bucky's messy handwriting. She just knew he’d been standing at the florists, greasy hands stuffed in his pockets, nervously buying 18 red roses for her. Bucky had always made sure she had everything. He was her dad's coolest friend, and he would spoil her as much as he could.

It hadn't taken a lot of persuasion from her side to let her parents agree to hang out with Bucky for a weekend. He'd babysat her before when she was younger, but it was different now that she’d turned 18. The rules they had set were minimum, but they were there. No drinking, no nothing they wouldn’t do. A little more loose than usual, but she appreciated it, nonetheless.

Her parents, Steve and Peggy, had grown uptight over the last few years, and everything was about keeping her safe and keeping boys away from her. There was always an excuse as to why she couldn’t go to a party or why she couldn’t go on a date with Peter, the guy she had been studying with at school.

Peter was a good kid; she knew that much. He never tried anything with her, and always held back when she would flirt with him during their study sessions at the library. Even that one time she’d tried to hold his hand, he’d shrugged her off and excused himself for the day.

She never figured out why he didn’t want her affection, but she found out soon after, when she saw him kiss his best friend just after the graduation ceremony. It’d hurt – a lot – but she figured it was for the better. A day didn’t even pass before she was laughing at her obliviousness.

This year, when she’d finally turned 18, she’d hoped that everything would settle down with her parents and they’d loosen the restraints on her, but she was wrong. Apparently now, there was even more reason for keeping her home and away from boys. She figured they were afraid of her getting knocked up or something along the lines of that.

The only man she’d see on a regular basis out of school was Uncle Bucky. He and her father would always be working on their motorcycles in front of the garage, and she would watch them from her window on the first floor. She’d found her window to be a great place to keep an eye on them – on him.

She knew that Bucky worked out a lot and put a lot of effort into looking good on a daily basis, but there was just something captivating about him when his hands were covered in grease, strands of his hair falling from the half bun at the back of his head, the sweat glistening on his skin in the sun. He was attractive. And very much so.

If he was only ten years younger and not her father’s best friend, she would’ve been more than interested in him. Well, she was interested… But she knew that her father wouldn’t ever allow something like it, let alone… No. It just wasn’t happening.

Detaching herself from her train off thoughts and zipping up her weekend bag, she heard a car honk from the driveway. She made her way over to the window and a smile spread across her face as she saw Bucky’s sleek, black convertible pull up. She hurried over to her bag, making sure she had everything before nearly jumping down the stairs to get out of the house.

“Bye dad! Bye mom!” she yelled just as she pushed open the door, making her way to Bucky who was now leaning against the hood of his car. When he noticed her approaching, he pushed his body off the hood and opened his arms for her, letting her run into his warm embrace with a giggle. A muttered hi was shared between the two of them before he pulled away, walking around the hood to open the car door for her.

Giving her bag to Bucky before he shut the passenger door made her stomach flutter slightly. She hears the trunk opening and closing, and when he slides into the driver’s seat beside her and pulls out of the driveway, he's already telling jokes and making her laugh.

It was gonna be a fun weekend, she expected that much. She had great plans.

Friday, 4:02pm

Arriving at his lake house had her eyes widening. It was like a whole new house. There had been added an extension to the main house since she was here last summer, and the front porch had been painted white. Bucky parked the car, and she threw open the door of the car, getting out in one fluid motion.

"Wow! This is amazing Bucky!" she smiled at him as they both ventured up the stairs to his front porch. Bucky unlocked the door and they both stepped into the house. She’s taken aback once again.

"This is so much neater than the last time I was here!"

The whole place has been fully renovated, and there's newer, modern furniture complimenting the freshly painted walls. She admires the giant painting on the furthest wall and remembers the unfinished canvas that had been sitting untouched in one of her parent’s rooms last year.

“He finished it.” She smiled and stepped closer to it, admiring the thick, colorful paint strokes upon the black background. She heard Bucky’s footsteps behind her, trailing back through his house.

"Check out the view." She hears Bucky's voice from somewhere in the kitchen. She places her bag on one of the chairs in the living room, walking over to the glass sliding doors that lead out to the back garden, and she bursts out into a smile.

The lake you once had to walk through trees to get to, is now visible from where she’s standing. The belt of trees has been cut down, and the trunks has been dug up. She could see further than ever. She could even see the water supply tower that showed where the city began. If she squinted, she could see her parents’ backyard.

"This is incredible! I wish we lived here," she sighed and turned to find Bucky standing in the doorway. If she’d known of the way Bucky’s heart had thumped in his chest at her revelation, her smile would fall immediately. She internally begged to whomever, that Bucky hadn’t noticed her say we. Instead, he spoke up about something else.

"You still have to see the new amenities." A smile tugged on Bucky's lips.

"What amenities?" He knew she’d love what he’d installed for her, and only her. She’d talked about it for weeks on end the past five summers, and during the winter he’d finally found the time and materials to fulfill her dreams.

"The pool." his eyes glinted with something near mischief. Her eyes widened along with her smile.

"You have a pool? That's amazing!" Just the reaction he’d hoped for. He loved it when she lit up like fairy lights, her eyes filling with glee. It made his heartbeat faster in his chest.

"Did you bring your suit?" she didn't know if she heard it right, but it seemed that his voice had dropped an octave. She nodded as she grabbed her bikini out of her bag, making her way to the newly renovated bathroom to change.

Bucky watched her as she with a giggle made her way through his house, her arms wrapped around her form to shield her nakedness from the older man, who subtly tried to not look at her. “You’re not joining me?” her innocent voice filled his ears and he shut his eyes tightly before turning just a bit away from her.

“No, I’ve got some things to do. Maybe later.” His eyes quickly came up as he heard the sliding door open, watching her ass as she made her way from the patio door to the point where she descended the built-in stairs into the newly built pool.

He felt his cock twitch in his pants, the sight of her in her skimpy purple bikini was making the blood flow to his cock at an undeniable speed. He watched as her shoulders shuddered before she dived under water, her perky ass just caressing the surface from below.

He clenched his jaw before turning on his heel, the image of her half naked body burned into his retina. He needed to get it out of his system, and he needed to do it fast. He knew that there was no way he would ever forget what he had just seen, but either way he had to do something about the situation in his pants.

Making his way into the bathroom nearest the pool, he quickly unbuckled his pants and shoved both them and his underwear down to his thighs. His cock sprung free, slapping against his stomach, hard and proud and he spat into his hand before gripping it tightly, letting out a strangled groan.

"Fuck yes, god you're such a fucking tease..." his head rolled back as he moved his hand, keeping a tight grip around the shaft, imagining her lithe body taking his cock, all of his cock. “Bet you know what you’re doing to me. Bet you know how I feel about you.” His last words were followed by a groan.

The veins pulsated beneath his fingers as he let his head fall forward and he opened his eyes, watching as he fucked into his hand. He saw her body before him, drenched in the cool water of the pool, goosebumps rising on her skin, and he let out another strangled groan, god, he was so close.

It was unlike any time he’d ever jerked off to the vision of her. It was intensified – by powers he didn’t know where from. Maybe it was from her being close. So close he could reach out and claim her as his – just like he’d always wanted to.

He felt the well-known tightening in this scrotum, this time so powerful they drove tears to his eyes. God – he wanted her so badly it hurt. Yet, he had to restrain himself for the time being, he thought, as the movements of his hand picking up speed and he sucked in a breath just as he felt the surge of euphoria overcome him, and-

"Oh my god, Bucky I'm so sorry!"

Friday, 4:43pm

The air that hits her when she emerges from the water is cold. She’s shivering as she throws her arms around herself, making her way up the stairs and inside the house.

She has no idea where Bucky went, so light on her toes, arms trying to warm her torso, she makes her way to the nearest bathroom to take a warm shower. Her teeth are clattering, her frame littered with goosebumps as she trod lightly through the slightly warmer house.

She stops on one foot when she hears a sound, a sound that resembles a moan an awful lot. It can’t be. She approaches the half-open door cautiously, thinking her next move over at least a thousand times before she finally gives in and pushes the door open wider, making her halt completely.

There, in all his glory is Bucky, touching himself for whomever may have walked in to see. That whomever being her. She lets out a shriek before turning her back to him. “Oh my god, Bucky I’m so sorry!” She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, the embarrassment warming up her body quickly as she hears a rustling of clothes behind her.

She silently prays that he isn’t mad at her for walking in on such an intimate moment for him. It lit something inside of her, though, seeing him all hot and bothered for her. Everything that she’s ever imagined about him was definitely an understatement. She hears his footsteps behind her and soon after the heat radiating off his chest against her back, before he speaks up.

“Don’t worry about it,” His voice is so deep she can barely recognize it. “The bathroom is all yours.”

She locks eyes with him as he walks past her, his pupils blown wide like she’s never seen them before. She wraps her arms tighter around herself, trying to cover up from his prying eyes. She nods her head slightly before turning on her heel, walking into the bathroom.

She makes sure the door is locked behind her before she strips herself of her bikini, making sure to hang them to dry on the small, heated towel rack, before finding a towel under the sink where he usually keeps them.

The shower she takes is as long as it usually would take, only now her thoughts are occupied with flashes of Bucky touching himself. Why was he touching himself? Her mind wanders to who the reason could be. She knew he’d had a girlfriend named Natasha once – she was beautiful and had lips like the fullest, reddest cherry – she looked like every man’s wet dream.

She also knew from photos that he’d had a long-time girlfriend in high school through college named Dot – brunette and curvy and with the prettiest facial features she’d ever laid her eyes upon – all the women she had known Bucky to date were so beautiful, he could only think of either them or some hot porn stars he’d probably seen online.

But why now while she was here? Her eyes rolled back as she let out a whimper, her fingers gliding between her smooth, velvet lips, the vision of his hand gliding along the smooth skin of his cock letting her imagination run wild.

Her eyes went wide when she realized what she was doing, and she quickly retracted her fingers from where she now felt a certain warmth spread. She let out a deep sigh as she rested her head against the wall of the shower, the warm water still cascading down her back, heating her freezing limbs.

She finished her shower reluctantly before drying herself off, groaning inwardly as she realized she’d forgotten to bring clean panties and even clean clothes with her to the bathroom in the furry of awkward seconds between her and Bucky. She went over the possibilities she had in her head before searching the bathroom, letting out a small yes! when she found one of Bucky’s clean shirts in one of the small cabinets.

Thinking he didn’t mind, she slipped it over her head and vowed to herself to apologize to him when she saw him next. The shirt felt way too comfortable than it should have, and it instantly warmed her torso, before she pulled it down as far as it would go, just below the apex of her thighs.

She let out a sigh before unlocking the door, listening for a few second to hear where Bucky was located in the house. She heard the washing machine click open and she closed her eyes with another sigh, leaving the safe perimeters where she wouldn’t face embarrassment.

Tiptoeing through the hallway, she made her way into the living room to locate her bag. It felt so wrong to walk around Bucky’s house sin panties. She hears steel clashing in the laundry room, startling her. She lets out a small huff of air before pulling out a pair of lace panties from her bag, before sliding them on under the long shirt.

She’s shuffling through her bag when she’s once again startled by Bucky, this time by his voice.

“You’re wearing my shirt.” She whips around quickly with a small yelp, lace bra and t-shirt in hand. Her eyes widen as she realizes what she’s holding, quickly swinging her hands behind her back to hide the garments. He sees them, though, and it relights his fire even more vigorously than before.

“Shit, Bucky.” She lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding as she relaxed under his intense stare. “I’m sorry, I’d forgotten to bring clean clothes with me to the bathroom. I’ll go change right now.” she turns back to her bag to find a pair of pants, laying the garments already in her hand on the couch.

She tenses when she feels a body behind her; a set of hands sliding up her hips, thumbs tracing the outline of her panties over the fabric of her-Bucky’s shirt. She knows his eyes are watching her like a vulture, taking in her legs extending from where his shirt stops, surely imagining what’s hidden underneath. Her breaths come out shaky and she gulps down the lump that has formed in her throat before her eyes flutter closed.

His nose finds its way into her hair, inhaling deeply before exhaling again, his fingers now venturing under the shirt she’s wearing. She feels some kind of warmth spreading where his fingertips graze her skin, just over the fabric of her panties resting on her hip. It’s like his fingers are fire and her hips are timbers �� only waiting to be alighted.

“You know…” his voice is still low, just as it was when she encountered him in the bathroom. “I’ve been having a hard time ignoring the looks you’ve sent me.” His fingers slide smoothly from her hip to the middle of her abdomen, slowly tracing small, imaginary circles on her stomach. She shudders under his touch as it brings warmth into her core, and she’s biting her lip to keep a whimper from escaping them.

Bucky was right. She couldn’t deny that she was attracted to him. Who wouldn’t be? He was handsome, funny and so undeniably nice. She wasn’t sure that the attraction she’d felt towards Bucky for the past few years was reciprocated. She was definitely sure now, that his fingertips we’re playing with the hem of her panties.

“Bucky…” Her eyes flutter open as her hand clasps over his, halting his movements from traveling further south. She turns in his arms, facing him, finally taking in his lust blown eyes, his parted lips and the light blush adorning his cheeks. He looks angelic. Young. It makes her heart leap in her chest.

“Tell me you don’t feel it. Tell me this isn’t just something I’m imagining.” His half-lidded eyes search hers in an attempt to ground himself. His right arm comes around her middle to pull her closer, her hands coming up to lay against his chest. She feels the arousal radiating off him. Warmth, and a little further south, hardness.

“Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll stop.” His face nears hers, and she feels her heart hammering in her chest. Her breath hitches in her throat when she feels his lips caress hers gently. Just a small graze of soft skin against soft skin, his stubble tickling her chin and his hand tightening its hold on her shirt.

It’s cliché to say that she feels fireworks as his lips grazes hers – maybe from the fact that she’s closer to any man other than her father for the first time, or that she’s just been kissed for the first time. The whole thing is making her head spin, and in that moment, she knows what she has to do.

“We can’t. Not yet,” She breathes out, letting her eyes flutter shut. She feels his warm breath fanning over her lips, the arm around her waist going slack and a deep sigh emitting from Bucky’s throat. He was just about to pull away from her when she grips his shirt in her hands.

“I’m sorry Bucky. I just… You’re my dad’s best friend. I could never look him in the eyes again if we…” she trails off, the embarrassment overcoming her. She looks up at him, eyes glossy from the whirlwind of feelings clashing inside of her. “I’ve never… He’s so strict. I’m sorry if I led you on in any way. I’m not used to male attention.”

Bucky lets out a heartless laugh, taking a step back and brushing her hands off him as if their encounter had never happened. His actions confuse her. He surely must have seen the emotional turmoil she just went through?

“You want burger for dinner? I bought this sauce that’s great with the minced beef.” He turns on his heel and leaves the room without saying anything else. Her brows furrows at his behavior. What the fuck just happened? He leaves her dumbfounded in the living room, her confused eyes following his back until he disappears behind a wall.

In the kitchen, Bucky has pulled out everything he needed to make dinner. His jaw tightens as he goes over her refusal yet again. She’s never what? was his first thought. Then all the pieces clicked when she’d said the next sentence. I’m not used to male attention.

Of course, he knew that she had never been with a guy, let alone a man. Her father told him more than enough, and it made a sinister smile spread along his face, as another branch in his plans takes form.

He will get what he wants.

Friday, 6:32pm

She had expected dinner to be an awkward affair. For her it certainly was – but it seemed like nothing had happened just a few hours before on Bucky’s account. He appeared completely unfazed by his previous actions, and it made her shudder, sitting across from him, picking at her burger. She hears his cutlery hit the plate and her eyes shoot up, seeing the empty plate where his burger had been resting less than five minutes prior.

“So, I’m thinking we have some things to talk about.” His voice startles her, since they had eaten in almost complete silence, the only sound during dinner was the cutlery and chewing.

“What things?” she felt nervous as the words left her mouth, letting her gaze fall back to the burger on her plate. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to know. She’d been cooped up in his study since their encounter in the living room, not ready to face him until she had to.

“Firstly, what happened in the bathroom.” Her eyes shot up, his eyes looking directly into hers. Her mouth falls open, before closing again. She feels the blush creeping up into her cheeks. “I find it only fair that you’ve seen me masturbate, and I you, seeing that you did touch yourself in the shower.”

Her eyes widen impossibly more, a lump forming in her throat as she took in his words. “You… You watched me?” She blinked before her eyes sought to her burger yet again, the embarrassment becoming too much. How he had noticed her, was a mystery. Surely, she’d heard him leave, but she hadn’t heard him return. Maybe she was caught up in her thoughts… But she was quiet. Wasn’t she? Was there something he wasn’t-

“I heard you through the door, darling. You’re very loud. You know that, right?” She lets out a shaky breath before standing from her seat, backing a few steps from the table, into the living room. She watches as Bucky rises from his seat as well, following her as she tried to make the space bigger between the two of them.

Bucky looks at her longingly. He had to admit she looked breathtaking, even though she was scared and angry. There was a slight twinkle in her eye though, one of which could be a hope to escape whatever he had in store for her. It dawned on Bucky, that she probably had no idea what he had planned to do to her, and he smirked when her eyes darted around, not being able to focus on anything.

“What is you want from me, Bucky?” Her voice was shaking when she finally spoke. He shook his head with a slight laugh. She must have known by now. He basically told her everything in the living room. Confessed his feelings for her. Admitting without words.

“Oh baby… You’re still so innocent.” Her back hit the wall of his living room, her breath hitching in her throat. He came impossibly closer, caging her up against the wall. “Come on now… We tried this the easy way. Give into me.”

His hand tangled in her hair before he buried his nose in it, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo. With a hand tightly fisting her hair, the other found its way under her shirt. She let out a sob as she felt the cup give into Bucky’s pull, the soft flesh of her breast spilling out of the cup.

“Bucky please…” She tried to reason, trying to turn away from his grasp. She felt his hand leave her hair to hold her throat as the hand under her shirt it made its way down her torso, popping the button of her pants.

She froze as his fingers slid into her panties, her eyes widening in surprise. It surprised her that the hold on her neck had the effect on her it did – it scared her as well.

“What are you- no!” she cried out as she felt one of his fingers burying itself into her entrance. Another digit joined the first shortly after, making her gasp. Bucky had her trapped, and he enjoyed it. His hand left her throat and found her cheek, stroking a fallen tear away lovingly while he pushed his fingers deeper into her, his thumb grazing her clit roughly.

“I’ll make you feel good. I promise, baby.” His fingers picked up the pace as she felt a coil tighten in her stomach. She tried to fight the pleasure that was forced upon her, the tears falling from her eyes freely by now. She felt the coil snap, and with a cry she came around Bucky’s fingers reluctantly. Her cunt clenching around his fingers felt like heaven, and at that moment, he was sure this was what heaven felt like.

“Such a good girl. You like that, huh baby?” His breath fanned over her face, the air coming off as cold on her drying cheeks. She shook her head with a sob, sucking in a breath through her nose, even though she desperately wanted to agree.

She felt Bucky retract his fingers from her panties, bringing them to his lips before sucking them into his mouth. Watching his fingers covered in her slick disappearing between his lips made her heart hammer impossibly harder in her chest.

“So goddamn sweet. Like honey, darling. You’re just hiding this sweet pussy, huh?” His filthy words take her aback, and her mouth falls open in shock. She doesn’t know what to say. Baffled, she barely feels when he lifts her by the thighs, carrying her into his bedroom, where he throws her on the bed. As her back collides with his soft covers, she’s finally pulled out of the trance.

“Bucky…” her voice is quivering as his hands tug her pants down her legs, goosebumps rising as she feels his stubble against her thighs, her calves, her feet. His lips trace their way up the inside of her legs, her eyes widening again as she realizes what he’s doing now.

“Bucky, please, don’t!” she whimpers, but to no avail. Bucky buries his nose into her mound, inhaling her scent, just as the words leave her mouth. She whimpers when she realized it feels good, even though it shouldn’t.

“Such a lovely girl… Such a lovely pussy…” His words unsettle her, making her stomach twist. She tries to push at his head with her hands, whining as she feels his teeth nip at her clit. He can feel her panicking underneath him, and it makes him smile.

She feels the fabric tighten against her skin before she hears it tear, and shortly after his mouth latches onto her clit. She silently sobs out, arms and legs thrashing about. His hands push up her legs, at the same time collecting her hands in his, tightening his hold on her. She feels the ability to move becoming harder, and she sobs again out as his tongue flicks her clit harshly.

“Stay still, darling… Or this will get worse.” Her eyes widen as she takes in his words. Worse? What could be worse than this? She was unable to kick him, unable to slap him. She was unable to push him away, unable to stop him from invading her body.

In her haze, she barely registers her climax building before it hits her, making her cry out as ecstasy takes over her body. The muscles in her legs tighten around him, her whole body shaking from the earth-shattering orgasm unlike anything she’s ever felt before. Her mind is in a haze so deep, she could barely tell right from wrong anymore.

Having Bucky in between her legs felt so right, like the two of them fit together as puzzle pieces. At the same time, she knew it was wrong – so wrong. She felt herself thrash around from her oversensitivity; her mind completely detached from her body. Her gaze fell to where Bucky was placed between her legs, and she let out a moan at how sinful he appeared, his pupils blown wide, and a wide grin plastered on his face.

She shivered at the feral look in his eyes as he peppered kisses up her stomach, pushing up her shirt and pulling down her bra, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. She let out a wanton moan, for a short moment forgetting the situation. His lip around her perked nipples is making her pussy gush with want. She watches as he pulls his shirt over his head, baring his muscular torso to her prying eyes.

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby.” He breathes out against her skin, goosebumps rising on her skin where his breath had hit. “You’re not gonna want any other man than me when I’m done with you.” She feels his hands working in between her legs, her senses kicking in when she realizes his hands are working on unbuttoning his pants.

Tears start streaming down her face again, her head thrashing around, whimpers leaving her mouth as fear takes over her body for real. Her hands come to rest against his shoulders, trying to push him away. “Bucky, please…” she whimpers, trying to restrain him from taking her most sacred possession from her, but to no avail.

With one swift thrust he pushes inside of her. She shuts her eyes tightly, the pain unimaginable. There’s a soaring pain in between her legs, with Bucky’s cock stretching her ever so painfully. She realizes he’s stopped moving, letting her body adjust to him as her walls pulsed around his throbbing member. Whimpers are leaving her mouth, short puffs of breaths landing against the skin of his pectoral muscle.

Bucky smirks triumphantly down at her. Knowing he had been her first stirred something inside him. A sob escaped her as she started to cry audibly, his hands sliding down her sides to grasp her hips in his hands. He locks her legs around his waist, driving himself deeper into her, his thrusts hard and pace increasing. He watches her face through half-lidded eyes, soft groans falling from his lips.

Her walls were milking him, her body begging for him to come. He buries his face into the crook of her shoulder as his thrusts picks up the pace further, uncontrollable and with no rhythm at all. He’s thrusting into her most sensitive spot, earning a few moans from her lips before she’s coming undone around him, her body trembling as her walls convulsed around Bucky’s cock, tears streaming down her cheeks. She feels Bucky burying himself deeply inside her before he’s coming right after her with a load groan.

His hair is tickling her nose – she can smell his scent – pine, fresh air, Bucky. It suddenly felt alright. A sense of calm washes over her, the sense of familiarity making her relax slightly. As she feels him shift on top of her, her mind goes back into freeze mode, her eyes widening as he lifts his torso off hers. The two of them were still connected.

Bucky found her scent intoxicating, and he knew she weren’t done yet. He wasn’t done yet. Her expression turned into fear, unlike anything Bucky had seen before. “Baby, don’t look at me like that…” His voice was sulky, as if he didn’t deserve to attend to her fear.

“We’re nowhere near done yet.”

Fear surged through her body as the words fell from his lips. She didn’t want this. Not again. She wanted to cry and scream for him to stop. She had spilled so many tears already, and her screaming had left her throat dry and hoarse.

“Please Bucky…” Her body was tired, and she was emotionally drained. He shifted on top of her, his hands grasping her ankles and flipping her over before lifting her hips, bringing her to her hands and knees. He got on his knees behind her, just as she pushed her face into the bedsheets, letting out a sob as his hands brushed their way up the skin of her back.

“God you’re so delicate. Like a petal of the most exquisite rose.” She felt his breath on her butt cheeks. She let out a sob, realizing how close he actually was to her most private area. She felt his teeth bite into her left cheek and heard him let out a hum of appreciation.

“So good for me, huh baby?” The sob she let out just seconds before had escalated into full on crying – only lacking tears since she was so tired. She’s begging him to let her go, to stop for now, but she knew he wouldn’t listen. She felt his hands grab at her waist roughly, positioning himself and plunging back inside of her used cunt.

It didn’t even sound like she was screaming. Maybe all it was, was a weak screech and she quickly gave up, letting him have his way with her overly sensitive body. She was still wet – her come and his mixing together inside of her. Bucky used it as makeshift lube, sliding into her easily. Her hands turned into fists as she realized his hold on her hips would make it impossible for her to wiggle away from him.

A soft yelp left her lips as the newfound position made his thrusts seem impossibly deeper. She could hear Bucky hum behind her, compliment her as he took her, letting her know how pleased he was to finally have her. She tried to cancel out the sound of their bodies meeting – wet and slick sounds of his cock plunging its way deeply inside of her, and she gasped as she felt him get rougher again.

He slammed into her, groaning for her to follow him, to come with him, making her cry out. Bucky hit her cervix repeatedly, painfully, again and again until she came a fourth time, her body pulling and clenching around him, begging him to let go, and he came yet again with a loud groan.

He stroked her back lovingly as he almost collapsed against her back, her legs quivering underneath the weight of their bodies. It took Bucky a while to remove himself from her, but when he did, he didn’t hesitate to clean her up thoroughly, making sure she was perfect for him.

“Come on darling, roll over for me.” Bucky commanded, and she simply let out a deep breath and moaned. She couldn’t do it. She didn’t have the strength and the will anymore. All she wanted to do was to hide away from the world. From Bucky.

“Roll over for me.” He said again, this time punctuating all four words, rolling his eyes as she let out a whine in protest. He ended up grabbing her waist and turning her over himself, laying her down before laying down himself and pulling her into his arms.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” his hands slid down the curve of her waist, fingers drawing imaginary circles on her hipbone. She let out a huff before hiding her face in his neck, feeling her eyes wet with tears yet again. They slid down her cheek and landed in the crevice of his collarbone, pooling among droplets of sweat from their sex.

“You did so good, darling. I’m so proud of you.” A wracked sob left her at his words. She felt him bury his nose into her hair, his lips peppering kisses onto her scalp as he softly shushed her, his arms gently rocking her as he let her cry.

“It’s all gonna be okay darling, I’ll take care of you.” With that, she fell into a dreamless slumber.

Saturday, 9:21am

Bucky watched her as the soft morning sun peeked through his curtains, which wasn’t drawn the whole way. Her eyelashes laid softly against her rosy cheeks; her eyelids still puffy from the crying she did last night. His eyes studied her face calmly before traveling down her naked, uncovered body, his head propped up on his arm, his temple laying against his fist.

His eyes fell on her breasts, admiring her perked nipples and the small stretchmarks pointing to the rosy bud. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, his fingers reaching out to graze the soft skin under her breast. His hand made its way down the curve of her waist, pushing down the covers laying against her skin.

As her navel was revealed, Bucky felt his cock twitch. Images from last night of her body underneath him filled his mind, how good she felt around his cock, how deliciously sinful her moans had filled his ears, how fucking good her slick tasted on his tongue… He was definitely in deep.

How she managed to calm herself down after more than two hours of crying and sobbing through what he had forced upon her, to now look more peaceful and beautiful as ever blew his mind. Her eyelids fluttered before she shifted slightly, her hand coming up to rub at her eyes.

He didn’t fight the want to stroke at her hair, so that’s what he did. He lifted his hand and pushed a strand behind her ear, his thumb stroking her cheekbone afterwards. To Bucky’s surprise she leaned into his touch, a small smile tugging at her lips.

It dawned on him that she, at this moment, wasn’t awake enough to remember what had transpired last night. She stretched her arms in front of her, hands landing against Bucky’s shoulder and pectoral muscles, and her eyes fluttered open quickly as she withdrew her hands hurriedly.

“Bucky?” her voice quivered before her bottom lip started wobbling – her face twisting with realization. Her eyes widened at her undressed state, not fully covered by the covers, and she yanked the fabric up to cover her breasts while sitting up slightly.

“Morning beautiful.” He watched as her muscles tensed before she relaxed slightly. Her lips move on their own accord as she whispers out a morning. “How are you feeling?” His hand came out to grasp hers, and she lets him take it.

“A little bit sore…” his thumb grazes over the back of her hand and she watches it as it slides over the skin, tracing the path of the veins trailing underneath the flesh. “I uh…” She bites her lip as she twists her hand in his, grasping his hands in hers.

“Mhm, what is it darling? Don’t go being all shy on me now” He watched her hand in his, feeling his heart jump slightly, feeling some sort of domestication by looking at her. The words that left her mouth shortly after took him by surprise.

“Can I see it?” she sucked her lip back between her teeth before she let out a giggle. “Your cock?”

Bucky’s mouth fell open at her choice of words before he let the covers slide down his body slowly, revealing his semi-hard cock to her. The sight of it made her inhale sharply, taking in the size of it. She realized she had barely seen it the previous day in the bathroom, since it looked even bigger now. Was that really inside of her last night? Bucky felt a smile tug on his lips as he watched her face, contorted in admiration.

“You can touch it… Come on, I’ll show you how.” He watches as she bites her lip, before the hand that was holding hers tugged her hand down to his cock. She shifts closer to him as her fingers graze over the length of his cock, before gripping the base softly, nimble fingers wrapping around his girth.

His cock is heavy and warm in her hand, pulsing beneath her fingers. It somehow makes her mouth water, and she feels a sudden urge to do more than just jerk Bucky off. She doesn’t give into the temptation though, deciding that this should be enough for now. She hears Bucky suck in a breath as he watches her.

“Just like that, move your hand up and down slowly, maybe tighten your grip a little bit… when you get to the head…” She did as he told her, watching as her fingers pulls the foreskin down, before coming back up to the head of his cock. Her head whips around as she hears a groan leave his lips.

His eyes were hooded, watching her movements, eyes scanning over her body, before coming up to her face. “God you’re beautiful…” She tightened her hand further, quickening her movements. She looked into his eyes and held his gaze as she pumped his cock. There was something in his eyes – she couldn’t quite place what she saw. She watched as his brows furrowed, his eyes fluttering closed, his breath coming out heavier and another groan spilling from his lips.

She twisted her head just as she felt his cock tense in her hand, watching the way white ropes of cum landing against the skin of his stomach, some pooling into his bellybutton, along with another strangled groan falling from his lips. Her lips tugged into a smile, his hand coming up to grasp the back of her neck, pulling her into a deep, heavy kiss.

She felt the same feeling as she did just under a day earlier, when he had kissed her in the living room. Sparks flying, undeniably. As her lips parted from his, he smiled. His eyes scanned over her reddened cheeks before trailing over her lips, pulling back from her to give her space.

“What would you like for breakfast, baby?” The words were softly spoken, and she smiled as he sat up slightly, awaiting your answer. She shrugged her shoulders lightly, not really sure if she was in the mood to eat something. Her stomach was still a bit uneasy from the events of yesterday, but she managed to get out the word smoothie, along with her best doe-eyes.

After Bucky rolled out of bed and left his bedroom to clean himself up and make her breakfast, she let out a celebratory sigh and fell back against one of his pillows. She hoped that her efforts in seeming interested in his actions would help, so he wouldn’t force her into things she didn’t want.

She leaned over the edge of the bed and grabbed the discarded shirt, pulling it over her head. She quietly padded over to her bag, pulling the whole bag into her arms and walking to the bathroom, before locking herself in. She stepped into the shower stall, turning the water on and twisting the handle, feeling the water getting warmer and warmer, up until the point where it was scalding her skin.

She whimpered before fully submerging herself underneath the searing water, scrubbing the insides of her thighs violently until she felt the skin grow sore and sensitive. She sobbed out as her fingers came into contact with her sensitive folds, washing away the remains of what Bucky had done to her the night before.

Just as she thought of him, she felt her heart drop in her chest when she heard a knock on the bathroom door. She hadn’t even heard him approaching, and now he was just outside the door. She silently begged that he wouldn’t speak or ask her for anything, but it seemed like luck wasn’t on her side today either.

“Baby, breakfast’s ready.” She felt the goosebumps of disgust run down her back, even though the water was still burning her skin. Just the sound of his voice made her uncomfortable, made her guts turn uncomfortably in her stomach, which made her regret once again ever coming here with him in the first place.

“Baby?” He knocked again, making her heart clench in her chest before she answered him quietly that she was almost done, before she turned off the water, rubbing her body roughly with one of the towels laid out in one of the cabinets.

“Just a second.” She took a look in the mirror and gasped as she noticed the bruises littering her neck, arms, stomach, thighs. She had no idea how she was going to hide them from her parents. She scrambled through her bag, pulling out as many covering pieces of clothing she could possibly muster before covering up her body.

Saturday, 10:08am

When she entered the kitchen, the delicious smell of pancakes filled her nostrils and she sighed in content. She took in the table – Bucky had placed all of her favorite fruits in separate bowls and made her a smoothie. The pancakes were even chocolate chip. She felt both agitated and sure of herself, until the second she sat down.

“So, I was really your first, huh?” Was the first question that left Bucky, a smirk plastered on his face. She felt the redness fill her cheeks before she nodded, not really wanting to engage in a conversation with him. She grabbed a handful of blueberries, stuffing them into her mouth and chewing on the sweet fruits.

“You know… The way your body reacted to how I fucked you… How you moaned… Cried out my name… How your tight pussy strangled my cock…” Bucky smirked as he grabbed his cup of coffee, bringing it to his lips before blowing on the surface, gently. “Could get used to that.”

She felt her heart pick up its pace in her chest, hammering against her ribcage as she sat stiff with her hands in her lap, too embarrassed to look at him. She fought her embarrassment though and looked up to where he was sitting through her lashes – he was exploring his molars with his tongue with his eyebrow cocked, watching her. Smug son of a bitch.

“You shouldn’t be so nervous, darling. Dig in! I made everything you asked for while you were hiding in my bathroom. You could at least appreciate the effort.”

Her eyes shot down, not wanting to meet his. The tone in his voice made her shiver. She reluctantly reached out and grabbed the smoothie off the table, bringing the straw to her lips before sucking the sweet fluid into her mouth. The taste of strawberry and blackberry lingered on her tastebuds, along with a tangy flavor she had trouble placing. She looked up at Bucky again.

“Bucky… I think I would like to go home today.” She shivered as she thought about what happened last night. What could happen again. She feared it would. She took another sip of the smoothie followed by another, and placed it on the table, truly hoping Bucky would give in and let her go.

She was wrong.

His smile was wide as he watched her drink more than half of the smoothie, just waiting for the triazolam to take its toll on her nervous system. He knew the pills for his incurable insomnia would come in handy someday, and he mentally high fived himself as he noticed her getting groggier.

“This should solve your sleeping problem, Mr. Barnes. I wouldn’t normally advise for this, but if you’re in need of a faster effect, crush them into some water and ingest it shortly before going to bed.”

And that was exactly what Bucky had done when making her smoothie. The remains of the white powder in the porcelain mortar resting in the sink was the only evidence of his scheme at this point. He had everything planned – down to the last detail. Everything he had to do by the time she would wake up from her pill-induced sleep.

“You know, darling, there’s so much I want to show you. To teach you.” Bucky slowly got out of his chair, picking a few fruits from the bowls, before chucking them into his mouth. “That’s why I need you to stay here, with me. Until we die.”

“Bucky, I… what’s happening?” she looked up at him with fearful eyes, her sight blurring Bucky into a blob of dark and fair tones before returning back to being clear as day. “I’m scared. Please.”

“You’re gonna sleep for a little bit,” he crouched down beside her chair and her eyes widened as her brain caught up with what her ears were hearing. “But I’ll make sure to take good care of you while you’re sleeping, I promise.” She felt his hand wipe a stray piece of hair from her face, pushing it behind her ear before he placed a kiss on her cheek.

Everything went black before her eyes, and her head landed heavily in Bucky’s hands. He watched as her eyes rolled around in her head, unable to focus on anything before finally falling closed, a sigh escaping her lips.

Bucky lifted her out of the chair gently, admiring her soft features before walking her to his bedroom. Her soft breathing was warm against his neck as he held her in his arms, one of the only things letting her know she was still sentient. He laid her on the bed carefully before beginning to rid her of all the clothes she had hidden herself in.

“Oh, you silly girl… Trying to hide from me. Trying to get me to let you go…” he carefully tugged down her jeans, throwing them on the floor. He lifted her leg off the bed, placing a kiss on top of her foot. His eyes follow the length of her legs, all the way up her body. Her beautiful body. “I’ll never let you go. You’re mine now.”

Saturday, ?

She let out a small groan before turning on to her back – or so she thought. Her eyes flew open before she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes – or tried to. She groggily looked up at her hand and let out a gasp when she found it fixated to the bedpost. She whipped her head around and found the other fastened likewise, letting out a tiny whimper.

She clenched her fists, giving the restraints another tug but to no avail. She lifted her head slightly, looking around, and let out another whimper when she noticed she was in Bucky’s bedroom yet again. She shivered when she heard his voice, coming from behind her.

“So, you’re finally awake. Took you long enough, darling.” she gasped when she felt his fingers slide through her folds and into her wet cunt. It felt different than the last time he did it, though. Like something was in the way. It felt good, though.

“You know, it’s actually quite impressive how the human body reacts to arousing touch. I’ve been toying with your clit for more than an hour, drawing a few orgasms from you and you’re still just as responsive… So, I wanted to try something new.”

She gasped when she felt his fingers swirl themselves inside her and then against the back of her tight cunt. Her eyes widened as her mind suddenly cleared itself enough for her to feel the expansion of her tight ring of muscle. She struggled to move her legs, giving up when she realized they were tied to the foot of the bed, spread wide.

“For someone who was a virgin in both holes just yesterday, I have to say I’m impressed. It’s like your pussy was made for my cock… I can’t wait to fuck this tight ass of yours… To see if it’s just as good as your cunt.”

Her eyes widened as she felt his hand leave the warmth of her pussy, swirling around the gem of the butt plug seated snugly within her tight rim. She gasped loudly when she felt Bucky slowly retracting the plug, not letting the widest part pass the rim before pushing the plug back in. She let out a wanton moan as it fell back into place.

“I’m gonna fuck your pussy while this plug is filling you up, and then I’m gonna fuck your tight ass…” She heard Bucky slide down the mattress before his lips found her soaking cunt, emitting a loud moan from her. Her mind was still hazy from her slumber, she struggled with finding the words for a few moments. “Yeah, you like that?”

“Bucky…” she whimpered weakly as a surge of pleasure shot through her veins. “Please don’t, Buck…” She had trouble focusing on anything, she wasn’t sure where Bucky’s lips lingered anymore. She registered the rip of a foil packet, and just after, she felt the thickness of Bucky’s cock filling her slick pussy to the limit.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl…” Bucky moans loudly as he bottoms out, the pressure from the plug in her ass straining against his cock. He leans down and peppers a string of kisses on her cheek, admiring her as her mouth hung open, short puffs of breaths pushing their way past her plump lips.

Her eyes are shut tightly, her eyebrows drawing a thin line between pleasure and pain. As of that moment, he can’t tell which is which. Tears are slowly framing her eyes, though still not giving the emotion away.

“Oh my god,” she breathes, and Bucky bites his lips to restrain himself, but the intoxicating way her pussy grasps his cock tightly, the sweet pink gem resting just above his cock has his mind spiraling into pleasure. He grabs her hips and thrusts into her harshly, pushing the tears out of her eyes and the cries out of her mouth with every thrust.

His hips slam against hers within a few thrusts, and it’s making her see stars. His cock is grazing her most sensitive places with every thrust, and everything seems to blacken before her eyes as hot floods shoot through her veins, her orgasm so intense her whole body is shaking.

She herself doesn’t know whether it was in pleasure or in pain either, but it was definitely something in between. She had never felt a feeling so indescribably enormous; she had never felt so full. She whimpered when Bucky pulled himself out of her, eyes widening as she came back to herself, feeling the plug being retracted slowly.

“I can’t hold back darling, fuck you make it so hard…” she gasped when the plug slid out easily, whimpering as she felt liquid smear against her fluttering, sensitive ring of muscle, the coolness slithering down between her sensitive lips, staining the mattress below her.

She bites her lip harshly as she feels the tip of Bucky’s cock prod against her tightening rim. It was a whole other feeling than the plug. Where the plug was cold and somewhat hard, Bucky’s cock was warm, wide and rigid. She clenches her jaw as his cock breaches her, the sting unlike anything she had ever felt before.

“Come on baby, let me hear you…” Bucky gritted through his teeth, just beside her ear. She clenches her jaw even tighter, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of letting him hear the effect he had on her. The breaths she sucked in through her nose were uneven and ragged, the pain caused by his cock almost unbearable.

“Fucking relax, baby… You’re just making it harder for yourself…” She didn’t know how deep he was inside of her and she didn’t wanna know either. She had never felt dirtier than she did in this exact moment, and she shut her eyes tightly, wishing herself invisible. She felt his hands grasp a butt cheek each, before spreading them apart, thrusting his hips, slowly entering her deeper.

“That’s it baby…” she whined as she felt his hips still against hers, his pelvis resting snugly between her spread cheeks. His mouth found her ear and she whimpered as the next words that left his lips sunk in. “Such a good slut for me, taking all of my cock in her tight ass…”

His hand moved around her hip, squeezing itself between her body and the mattress, sliding down in between her legs where her soaking pussy had been abandoned. His fingers swirled around the bundle of nerves, the small jolts of his thrusts mixing with the pleasure from his fingers pushing her over the edge.

She let out a scream as she came around his cock, her ass gripping him tighter than he had ever felt before in his life. Out of all the women he had ever fucked, she was by far the tightest he had ever experienced. Her whole body shook beneath him, hands tightly fisting the bedsheets as her ass strangled his cock, begging for him to release his seed within.

Bucky’s cock felt so massive as she tried to come down from her startling high, the jolts of her body seemingly calming down slightly. “Bucky please… You’re too big, I can’t…” she cried out as her oversensitivity took over, trying to push the foreign intrusion out. His movements stung against her sore ring of muscle, making her wail further.

Bucky ignored her pleas and pushed his hips tighter against hers before retracting himself halfway, pushing in again. He groaned into her ear as he fucked her ass, showing her no mercy as he searched for his own release. He cursed out as he found the angle unable to grant him what he so desperately longed for.

He untied her right leg first, followed by the left before bringing her knees under her body, to fuck her in his favorite position. She whined as he pulled out of her ass completely, before leaning down to lick a firm stripe through her folds. She didn’t know how he managed to make her feel as dirty as he did, but it was amplified even further when he spat at her ass.

He cursed behind her at the sight of her, and shortly after she felt another wet dollop of lube slither between her cheeks. He easily slid his cock back into her ass, sighing out as her warmth once again engulfed his cock completely. He was never, ever going to let her go. Not when she could make him feel like this by just fucking her.

His release came just as quickly as she had hoped. Within three more strokes, he buried himself to the hilt, bit her earlobe harshly and spilled himself into the condom. She felt the pulsing of the convulsions in his cock more prominently in her ass, and she distracted herself from the pain by counting every spurt of his cum that landed within the latex with every jerk of his cock.

“Good girl.” He whispered as he gripped around his cock, securing the condom before pulling out of her, slowly. She whimpered as he left her body, and he groaned at the sight of her ring of muscle fluttering and contracting around nothing.

Bucky slid off the bed after pulling the condom off, tying the end and left for the bathroom. She felt a tear escape her eye as she pushed her legs back to lie flat before lifting her head, turning it to look in the direction of the bathroom. Bucky emerged with a damp towel, in all his naked glory, walking over to her with a victorious smirk.

“You did so good my darling… Such a good obedient girl for her daddy.” He talked sweet nonsense as he cleaned between her legs. She hissed as the damp cloth came in contact with her swollen ass, and again when he swiped it between her folds, gathering her slick. “Have you changed your mind yet, darling? Or do I need to teach you another lesson?”

She looked up at him with wide eyes, sucking her lip in between her teeth. “Changed my mind about what?”

She felt a hard slap on her butt. “Don’t play dumb, baby. It’s not a good look on you. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” She whimpers as his hand grazes along the angry, red protrusion of the skin where his hand had landed.

“Please, I want to go home Bucky.” She whimpered, closing her eyes as she felt the tears flow freely from her eyes. She felt another harsh slap against har already sensitive skin, then another.

“Wrong answer.”

“Bucky you can’t keep me locked up here forever!” She cried out, tugging on the restraints again, with what little power she had left after what he had just put her through, and the grogginess from the drugs, still in her system. Bucky leaned all the way into her ear, whispering out yet another sinister thing, that made her whole body crumble in fear.

“If that’s what it takes.”

He left her then, only pulling the sheet over her ass to cover her private parts. She didn’t know how long she spent in his bed, tied up like some animal. She could hear him somewhere in the house, humming along to some tune playing on the radio, which she couldn’t make out.

She was getting cold, falling asleep sporadically along with goosebumps rising on her skin as silent tears slid down her cheeks into the pillow. She felt exposed and used. Used by a man she trusted with her life. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She imagined that she could’ve been wrapped up in her comforter at home, watching some boring Netflix series instead of laying tied up here.

She felt scared. Even more scared than she’d felt just after Bucky had violated her for the first time. She’d never felt so helpless before, and it made her even more scared of what Bucky would do to her if he got the chance. It was getting dark out, and she knew that it would either improve or deteriorate her chances of escaping. She didn’t know where to escape to, though.

She knew she had to get out of his house as soon as possible. She knew she had to get in contact with her parents somehow, despite the fact that she didn’t want to anymore. She didn’t know where her phone had ended up in all of this mess, but she knew Bucky usually slept with his by the bed. Either she could wait for that opportunity, or she could try to escape.

She wiggled her toes slightly, trying to get some of the blood down there again. She twisted her knees slightly, trying to pull them up under her again. She thanked the heavens that she was flexible when she managed to pull her right knee up under her, followed by the other.

She slowly rose to her knees, sitting back on her ass. She looked towards the door, cracked open slightly. The faint smell of something cooking filled her nostrils and she heard her stomach rumbling. She had no recollection of when she last had something to eat.

It was this morning, that much she knew. But she didn’t know what time it was by now. How long she’d been out, how long he’d been in the bedroom with her, how long she’d been laying there alone.

She took in the expert knots that had her hands tied to the headboard, reminding her that her dad and Bucky had served in the military together, and that they both had some knowledge about rope and knots. They’d even taught her some, so she could easily make out which one he’d tied her up with.

The double constrictor knot tied twice on both her wrists made her eyes fill with tears yet again. There was no way she would be able to pull the knots open with her teeth. Yet she found herself trying. And… on top of that, she really needed to pee.

She examined the knot before slowly making out the placement of the ends and where they were cut off. She reached forward and trapped one loop in between her teeth, pulling slightly. She sighed happily when she felt it give in, and she pulled one end through easily. Way too easily.

She repeated the action one more time, pulling the end over and through on the other side, one knot coming completely undone. She nodded at herself when the first rope fell to the pillow under her, making everything seem a little bit easier.

Three more to go.

She prayed that Bucky didn’t make an appearance, otherwise she’d be fucked. She leaned forward and examined the next knot on the same wrist, leaning forward when she located the end of it.

She winced when the ropes on the wrist she wasn’t working on tugged the rash on her skin even deeper. She needed to get out of there, and she needed to get out of there now. Panic settled in her stomach when she heard footsteps from somewhere in the house, tears spilling out of her eyes yet again.

“Come on, come on…” the knot finally gave in and she breathed out in relief, grinning slightly when her fingers started loosening the knots on her other wrist. She was so close to freeing her wrist, so close to relief from emptying her bladder… So close to escaping from Bucky.

“Baby…” She instantly freezes when she hears his voice from the door. “What are you doing?” She lets out a breath, feeling the tears re-wetting the paths on her cheeks that had dried earlier. Her cheeks redden, embarrassed that he’s caught her.

“Bucky, I…” she starts, turning her head slowly to look at him. He’s standing in the doorway with a tray of food for her, for them. How had she not noticed the amazing smell filling the room much earlier? How long had he even been standing there? She was so caught up in escaping she hadn’t even heard him.

She’s not sure whether the words that leave her mouth are just plain stupid or smart. Either way, his eyes soften just a bit when she speaks. “I just really have to pee.” She watches as he puts down the tray on his bedside table before he leans forward, loosening the remaining knots.

“Why didn’t you just call for me, baby? I would’ve come and helped you so you wouldn’t tear your lips like that.” His thumb grazes her lip, making her wince slightly. She hadn’t noticed the skin being mangled from the roughness of the rope. “Jesus baby, you look awful.”

She winces again when his fingers glide over her cheekbone, before they help her loosen the last knots around her wrists. She slides off the bed with a whimpering thank you, her legs slightly unstable as she staggers her way to the bathroom. She shuts the door softly before finally getting the relief she’s been craving.

Once finished, she tries for the small window in the bathroom. She knows she isn’t going to fit through, but she’s trying anyway. The window doesn’t budge, even when all laches are off and clattering against the glass. She knows Bucky can hear her from the bedroom, but at this point she doesn’t care.

“Come on. Dinner is ready.” His voice is just on the other side of the door, letting her know just how close he was. By the looks of it, there was no way she was ever going to be left alone again. Her foot slipped from her getting dizzy when she stepped on the bathmat to wash her hands, causing her to let out a yelp.

The door was yanked open just as she steadied herself against the marble countertop, catching Bucky’s eyes in the mirror when she looked up. Traces of nervousness swirled in his eyes, and she wondered why. “Jesus, I thought you hurt yourself, baby.”

He watched her every move as she washed her hands, dried them off before throwing them around her body, shielding her still naked body from him. He observed the way goosebumps littered her arms and legs, making his heart clench in his chest. He swiftly manhandled her into a t-shirt, before handing her a pair of panties.

He watched as she slid them on weakly, before grabbing her hand and leading her back to the bed. “Come on,” he spoke softly, as he sat her down and placed the tray in front of her, urging her to eat by bringing a forkful of food to her lips. “You need your strength.” She squeezed her lips together, not fully trusting him with her food since the incident this morning.

“Don’t worry.” He grabbed her hand, his thumb sliding over the soft skin, “It’s just food this time. No drugs.” She looked up at him doe-eyed, desperately trying to just have him leave her. She purses her lips again. “I trust you, baby.”

“I’m not hungry.” She whispered out, pulling her hand from his gently before scooting back just a bit on the bed, to get further away from him. Her stomach grumbled in that moment, letting him know how much of a lie that was. She was starving.

He grabs her jaw, forcing her lips apart before shoving the food in between them. “You eat when I tell you to eat.” He’s somewhat grumpy, it’s easy to see. There’s a glint remorse in his eyes, but she doesn’t believe that he regrets anything he’s put her through. She chews languidly, all while her eyes are trained on her hands in her lap.

“Am I going to have to force feed you, or will you eat on your own accord? Because I don’t care what you choose.” She looks up at him and watches as he scoops another dollop of food onto the fork, bringing it to her lips. She carefully swallows the food already in her mouth before opening up for him to feed her. “Good girl.”

It continues like that, with Bucky taking a few bites in between feeding her. It makes her calm to see him eat from the same portion of food as her, letting her know that he was telling the truth when he made her eat the first bite. No drugs.

He brings the straw resting in a glass of water to her lips after setting the plate back on the tray. She eyes his hands, inspecting the glass intensely. He sighs and rolls his eyes yet understanding her actions. He knows she’s afraid of him, he knows she doesn’t trust her right now.

He brings the straw to his own lips and sucks the cold fluid into his mouth before swallowing, letting her know that the water was safe to ingest as well. She exhales slowly before taking the glass from him, emptying it in one go. She was truly thirsty.

“What time is it?” she tries softly, afraid that Bucky thought she didn’t need to know, since he had no plans of ever letting her go. She’s looking for any sign indicating that he’s carrying his phone. He eyes her for a while, his eyes squinting for just a moment. She looked breathtaking as she sat there, fiddling her fingers.

“Why do you want to know?” She knew it. He’s still watching her, trying to look through her, into her head to figure out what she’s thinking. She tries her best to appear unfazed, just wanting him to tell her the goddamn time.

She feels lost in a whole new way, with the conception of time stripped from her as well. It makes her uneasy on a whole other level. “I just… Wanna know if it’s time for dessert.” She whispers, still afraid to say much. She waits for his reaction anxiously, another wave of uneasiness overcoming her.

Bucky laughs. He actually laughs at her. She furrows her brows as she watches his shoulders shake with every puff of laughter. “You don’t need to know the time…” he has a hard time getting the words out through his laughter, yet he speaks again shortly after. “Desserts,” he smiles as he turns his head toward her, eyes taking in her serious expression. He smiles warmly at her. “What do you want for dessert?”

“You tell me the time; I tell you what I want for dessert.” He raises his eyebrow at her demand, not really expecting it. She doesn’t know where the surge of confidence came from. She just wanted to know the damn time. Somewhere deep within her, she’s still wondering if he is going to let her go the following day.

“Feisty now, aren’t you?” He jokingly says, well knowing she was, still is, afraid of him. He bites the inside of his cheek, contemplating her offer before he slowly draws out his phone before showing her the time. 9:21pm. So, she had been tied up in his bedroom the whole day. She watched as he pushed it back into his pocket, away from her prying eyes.

“So, darling… You wanted dessert?” he turns back to her and she has shuffled closer to him in the midst of his lack of attention. Her hand reaches out to caress his cheek, startling him. She smiles softly, she doesn’t even know why.

In one way, she wanted to get out of his house as soon as humanly possible but… She found herself not wanting to. Her thoughts were conflicting within her head, confusing her even more than previously. Maybe she just had to play pretend for now, and he would let her go tomorrow?

She found herself slowly losing herself within her thoughts. She had so many conflicting ones, her mind in a flurry about which ones to focus on. Everything came to her while admiring him through her lashes. Every emotion she’s ever felt for him, every memory she had with him. “Yeah. I want you.”

Without words she rises, initiating the contact between them herself. She didn’t know how or why, but she found herself reaching out for his hand. It felt a little alien, but good, nonetheless. It was clear to her that he was taken aback by her actions. She silently straddles his thighs, her ass resting on his knees as she pushes him back to lay against the bed. “I want to do this on my own.” she starts while pulling the shirt over her head.

“You took the choice from me yesterday, and I don’t think that’s fair. Do you?” the sudden surge of confidence in her takes him aback, and he’s laying motionlessly against the mattress, just watching her undress herself on top of him.

He watches as her hands slide over her breasts and down her stomach, teasing him slightly as she snaps the elastic band of her panties against the skin on her hip. She feels him harden underneath her within second of the fabric leaving her torso, and she revels in it.

She was deeply in love with Bucky Barnes. No matter how he wronged her, abused her, used her - she loves him. Maybe she was delusional but having him underneath her set her nerves on fire. She had finally gotten what she wanted.

There was nothing standing in the way of her and Bucky’s relationship anymore. She wasn’t afraid anymore. She was going to give into him, and she was going to enjoy it.

All it had taken, was one small flaw in Bucky’s plan. He’d let it slip, and he wasn’t even aware of it.

Saturday, 03:22am

Opening the messages app on his phone, she quickly searches through the different messages before opening the one with her dad. She knew exactly who she had to call for help. Yet she found something that made her blood turn to ice in her veins. Or, it felt like that, at least.

She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Slowly, the tears started burning in her eyes, making her vision blurry. The light from his phone blinded her slightly, and she found herself wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, a sob getting stuck in her throat. She just couldn’t believe it.

Right there, on his phone, was a conversation between him and her dad. Her own dad. Her stomach turned as she read through the messages, chest heaving as she tried to calm her erratic breaths.

Steve: You got her calmed yet?

Bucky: No, still squirming and crying. Hoping that she’ll calm down soon.

Bucky: Jesus, she got some lungs on her. I can’t wait to do everything I’ve planned to do to her tomorrow.

Steve: Good. Ruin her. Make sure she doesn’t get away. We need that money.

Bucky: If not, I’ll do what’s necessary. Even though I really don’t want to. You know how I feel about her.

Steve: I couldn’t care less. She isn’t mine anyways.

Her brows furrowed as she read one of the last messages over and over again. What the hell did he mean that I wasn’t his? She felt a strong hand clasp around the wrist of her hand that held the phone in it, forcing a small scream past her lips. She hadn’t even heard Bucky wake up.

“What are you doing?” His eyes were dark and hooded. They were also full of sleep, and she knew he was happy she was still in bed next to him, else she would’ve fallen off the bed. She looked at him through the blue light of the phone, trying to come up with a quick lie to throw him off in his sleepy haze.

“I was just looking at the time.” she tried carefully, the flow of tears drying out slowly. She was shocked, to say the least, but she wouldn’t let him know that she knew... “I usually wake up at night and I always try to track my sleeping pattern…” she had no idea what to say.

She couldn’t believe what she had just read. What did her dad mean? She isn’t mine anyways… The message kept resonating in her head. He huffed and grabbed the phone, turning away from her and resuming his slumber.

Saturday, 9:23pm

She crawled off his lap, standing over him as she undid his pants with quick movements. He lifted his hips to aid her in taking them off, his mind still trying to catch up to what was happening. His boxers followed soon after, his naked glory exposed to her yet again, only this time it was different.

Her hand grasps his cock, giving it a few tugs before she’s closing her lips around the head. He stutters out a moan intertwined with her name, his hands flying into her hair to ground himself. Where the sudden urge to have her lips around his cock was fulfilled, he still didn’t know what she was doing.

All he knew was that it felt heavenly. Her mouth was warm and inviting, her cheeks feeling warm and velvety as she hollowed them against his length. She sucked more than half of his cock into her mouth, causing a deep groan to spill from his lips.

Her hand wrapped around what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, and she slowly stroked his shaft while swirling her tongue around the enlarged head of his cock. She felt his hand tighten in her hair, a string of groans falling from his lips.

The hand that wasn’t wrapped around him pushed the panties off her hips languidly and she slowly rose to her feet, still bent over with her lips around his cock. She releases him with a pop, fluttering kisses along his toned abdomen and up his chest before she straddles his hips, gliding the wetness between her legs over the length of him.

His hands find her hips, both his thumbs rubbing circles into her hips, his head thrown back in pleasure. This pleasure is so different than it’s been previously, it’s so full of emotion for him and possibly also from her. It feels tremendously different from all the other times. His head shifts forward and admires her with hooded eyes before they flutter closed.

When she finally sinks down onto his cock with a strained expression, he feels everything shift within him. It’s like the whole orbit of the world changes. She’s struggling with his size, whimpering as she slowly sinks further down onto him. She falls forward, her hands landing just beside his face and he groans out, his eyes slowly reopening to look at her on top of him.

Her cheeks are flushed pink, her eyes prickling with tears and her bottom lip tugged in between her teeth, desperately trying to accommodate to his size. She’s shifting just a little bit, trying to ease the pain between her hips.

Her hand slid under his neck and grasped the short hairs there, closely followed by her lips meeting his. Her hips grinds over his, their lips gliding over each other’s messily, their tongues dancing together. Her soft pants mixed with his, his hands sliding up to rest on her lower back, guiding her gently.

“Oh, Bucky…” she whispers, and he isn’t sure whether or not he’s dreaming. It feels surreal that she’s moaning his name,it makes him twitch inside of her to finally hear his name spill from her lips that way. Hearing her moan his name combined with the tightness of her heat pushes him further and further towards his impending orgasm.

Her walls clench around him and she whimpers ever so sweetly. He knows she’s close. She just needs the final push. She’s still grinding her hips against his, so he angles them slightly for her clit to rub over his pelvic bone.

It doesn’t take more than a few strokes for her orgasm to overtake her, blinding her vision with black spots and making every hair on her body rise. It feels amazing this time around - with herself being in charge of her pleasure.

He’s close - so close - but if there’s one thing he doesn’t want to do right now, it’s to do something she doesn’t want to, however ambivalent that sounds. He restrains himself or tries to. Her hips are still drawing circles over his, and it’s driving him crazy.

“Cum in me,” she whispers in her haze, and she feels his hands tighten on her hips, his pants filling her ears as he empties his load inside of her. She feels at it trickles down around his length still embedded in her heat as she collapses on top of him, laying her head on his chest.

She slowly comes down from euphoria, relaxing into his arms coming around her to rub over her back. Everything slowly comes back to her, settling within her body. The lovestruck haze she has been in for the past half hour, is slowly coming to an end.

She slowly removes herself from on top of him, his seed trailing down her legs as she makes her way to the bathroom to clean herself. He finds her under the shower, quietly entering the stall behind her. She’s caught up in her thoughts, just standing under the stream of water with her arms wrapped around herself.

“I know what you saw last night. I didn’t want you to find out the way you did. We were supposed to be happy together. Live happily, and you would forget everything about everyone. Just you and me, here.” His body was barely against her back before he was pulling her trembling body back into his arms. She hadn’t even realized she was shaking until then.

“You didn’t want me to find out what, exactly?” She tried softly, jaw trembling uncomfortably at the other things he had said. “How are we ever to live happily?” She didn’t know what Bucky expected of her. There was just something she couldn’t imagine. She turned in his arms, looking up at him.

“You’re going to have to promise me that you won’t react poorly to what I’m about to tell you.” Bucky tried carefully, and she felt everything fall apart in the seconds following the words leaving his mouth. How could she not react to anything? “I shouldn’t be the one telling you this, but…”

Tell her what?! Just two days prior she’d been living contently with her parents, and here, a mere 46 hours later… Everything had changed. She watched his face as he searched for the words, his thoughts conflicting visibly in his face.

“Steve… He isn’t your father.” Bucky started, and she felt her heart fall further into her chest. That hurt. “Your mother had someone else around the time you were conceived. Steve has taken a paternity test, and it’s true.” She felt the tears rise to her eyes yet again mixing with the water from the shower, both from the betrayal of Bucky but also from her parents.

“This has all been set up so Steve can claim you as dead. To get money from the insurance company.” He hides his face with his hand, visibly upset that everything has fallen apart. Everything has certainly not worked out the way it was supposed to. “But I’ve changed my mind. I can’t do this to you.”

“But you’ve already done it...” She whispered, before taking his hand in hers. “What changed?” She cradled his face in her other hand, watching him intently as he rubs his hand over his face. It leaves red marks in its wake, letting her know just how hard he’s rubbing the skin.

“We need to make sure he doesn’t get that money” Bucky grabs her face with his hands in an instant, his eyes searching hers intensely. He thinks over her question, licking his lips before he answers.

“Nothing changed. Even though I wanted this to start with, I never even considered getting rid of you. I want you to know that I’ve never looked at you wrongly before you were legal. I couldn’t bring myself to it, even though I knew you weren’t Steve’s. I never ever wanted to hurt you. Because I love you.”

She sighs and for a short while closes her eyes. A few seconds pass where he’s just watching her.

Then one side of her lips tug up into a smirk, before she’s looking at him with a mischievous look in her eyes. They both know what they have to do.

Then she speaks, instantly letting him know that everything is settled between the two of them.

“I love you. Let’s do it.”

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