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arcade-writing · 1 year

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Hello!! I wanted to possibly request a ghost x trans male reader smut? Possibly w knifeplay and breeding?

Also hope you are doing amazing!! 🫶

Long overdue

🍋 nsfw

Pairing: Simon "ghost" Riley x transmasc! reader

Warning: fem & masc ways to describe readers body, implied T-dick, mating press, sir kink, breeding kink, some talk of pregnancy and family, overstimulation, minor knife play, teasing, creampie, dirty talk, unprotected sex, reader is made semi flexible for these positions to work, stomach bulge, pussy slapping, edging, sadistic! Simon, masochist! Reader, manhandling, slight pregnancy kink, possessive sex, he's harsh yet sweet

Ngl when it comes to breeding kinks I'm abit out of my element. I'm not exactly sure what people wanna hear. So I hope this wasn't too bad 🙏 it's one of those kinks that's pretty new to me as a concept I get and isn't one I usually read

Normalize trans men discussing these kind of things without judgement in a dominantly cis male environment. Men can be fathers and "mothers" (if they'd like to use that term) and I don't think that's a bad thing. People want what they want and things like this shouldn't be so strict with gender.

I wanna apologize for taking so long to getting back into writing, I'm sure if you're following me you'll know I've been pretty inactive and focusing a lot of my oc's at the moment. I got deep brainrot and got some other personal stuff that's really sapping me of my motivation. I kept getting a lot of burn out and it's honestly annoying because I still have things I'd like to write. I like to make jokes that it's asexual burn out; just too much sex stuff but low-key starting to feel like that may be it.

I hope this can make up for it or atleast, show I'm still interested in writing for y'all

It wasn't often you were allowed to breathe. Able to just walk the streets without firing your gun at the enemy. You let out a sigh as you and the team patrolled the city streets, people clearing out of your way. Avoiding your eyes as you watched them roam. It wasn't often you let yourself think; it was risky in a profession like this. Letting your mind wonder could be the fatal mistake that finally gets you killed.

But here you were. Longing gaze at a couple across the way. A baby gurgling and squealing in their hands. You use to think baby fever was a myth; you weren't, what you considered, parent material. Besides, the chances of you having one after taking hormones for so long were slim. You doubted you could anyway.

Was it because you were in a relationship? Well - could you call it that? It was complicated but you did find Simon more than attractive even if there were times his personality could be less than ideal. But you were no sunshine and rainbows either. War changes you.

You never had much of a instinct for those type of things but yet. You couldn't look away. Couldn't stop the somber twist of envy in your gut, placing your hand on your stomach. You just wanted to pinch it's cheeks. It was almost aggravating how cute that baby was. Smiling and laughing. Their soft chubby cheeks still marked with the food they were eating. Blonde Stray wisps of hair.

"something the matter?"

"ah-! Oh, no, just - isn't that baby so cute?" You cooed. Shoulders slumping as you smiled up at your fellow solider.

Soap shook his head, an airy laugh leaving him. "That's what gotten you so distracted?"

"what! I can't help it! It's like seeing a kitten, so cute and so- AUGH-!"

You wanted to slap yourself. What was coming over you? This was really getting embarrassing.

"Why don't you say hi to the wee bugga?" Soap suggested. "We can take a short moment to say hello, can't we lieutenant?"

"alright." He sighed, shaking his head sound more thant reluctant at the question. "But no more distractions, after that." He gave you a pointed look as he jabbed his finger at you. You hastily nodded.

You, Soap and Ghost, who insisted on lurking behind you, all marched closer.

"hello." The couple greeted. Nervous smiles struck on their faces. Eyeing the guns strapped to all of you.

"Greetings, who's this?" You asked, raising a brow as you waved at the baby. You almost let out a gasp as the babies fat finger wrapped around yours. Pulling your hand closer to it's face.

"Ah, this is our son, Gabriel."

You hummed, laughing as the baby refused to let go of your hand. For a being so small, they had such a strong grip. You tried to gently pry yourself but the baby just let out an "Augh" in defiance.

"Strong grip, no doubt he'll be a real fighter when he's older - maybe we'll have the honour of meeting again, protecting families like yours."

The couple nodded. Cooing at their baby as it tried to take a bite of your finger.

"looks just like ya, twins you are." Soap huffed out a laugh, jabbing Simon in his chest, his voice soft. It was a surprise you even heard it. You heard Ghost let out a grunt, no doubt rolling his eyes. Your eyes wandered from Ghost back to the baby. You could see the resemblance. It was really in the eyes, same shade of blue.

You wonder.....would Simon be a good father...? You know he has family issues so you doubt he had any desire to have this own. But maybe he did? Somtimes he'd make small comments that left your heart racing; the implication was there but you never really took the chance to think about it too deeply.

You shook your head. Finally, little Gabriel let go of your hand and you sent the family a wave goodbye. As you walked you kept letting those thoughts pile. "I wouldn't mind having a kid...." The words suddenly blurted out of your mouth. You could hear a choke from one of the other men.

"Oh? Wouldn't think you'd be interested, considering-" Soap said as he gestured to you up and down. Cringing a little at his own words.

"usually I wouldn't really be jumping to the idea but- who knows, besides I can adopt If I felt like it."

Your eyes locked With Simon's. He was staring at you. His emotions were completely hidden. You couldn't tell what he was thinking at all. Just staring. Digging holes into your very being. He remained mostly silent for the rest of the patrol. Making a few snarky comments here and there usually prompted by Soaps endless chatter and jokes.

When you met up with the rest of the team they were all laughing. The enjoyment of a more relaxed day getting to all of you, leaning on the table as they chatted amongst themselves.

"This trouble maker here, made us stop for to say hi to a baby, already trying to enlist the new forces."

You groaned as you shook your head, the team chuckling as they watched your frustration. "I thought it would be a nice comment to make!"

You let out a sigh. "it's just- I don't know, I'm thinking about my life after this, ya know? When we finally get back home, I can't be the only one who's wanted to start a family."

"you ain't." Gaz shrugged. "Plenty of men here think about it - some more than others." He scowled a little in slight disgust. Remembering the horrendous locker talk he's heard from other Soldiers.

"I've never considered getting pregnant but hey, I also didn't think I'd be enlisted in the army for this long."

The team let out another bark of laughter. "You're telling me." Price teased.

Simon grabbed your shoulder, you snapped your gaze up to him immediately, lips parting as he glared down at you. "I need to have a word with you." He looked at the rest d the team. "In private."

There was a chorus "oooooh" from Soap and Gaz as price told them to pipe down. You nodded and followed Ghost out of the hall, trying to keep up your confidence as he lead you to his room. You looked side to side to make sure you wouldn't be spotted before following him In.

You couldn't deny the fire that burnt at your veins. Anticipation slowly boiling you from the inside as you waited for his next words.

"Pants, off."

The door slammed behind you. A loud twist of the lock confirming your privacy. You tried not to grin as you began to undo your trousers. Slipping free from the heavy material as you stepped towards him.

"jacket aswell." He sat on the bed, arms folded as he watched you. You could just see the peak of outline of his cock through his pants. It made your head spin as you began to shrug off your jacket. Leaving you in your boxers and undershirt.

"Someone's desperate." He teased.

A small noise of confusion left you as he curled a finger towards himself, motioning you towards him. You shuffled over as he grabbed at your thighs, parting your legs.

"Written all over your face, begging to get fucked like the slut you are."

You gasped, breath hitching at his words. Chewing at your lip as he pulled you towards him. His hands trailing between your legs, parting your sex with his thumbs through the fabric of your underwear. Shivering at the sensation.

"Just want this needy cunt of yours used, don't you?"

You nodded. He let out a laugh, enjoying how shy you're getting under his attention. He patted the bed and you immediately climbed on, he settled himself behind you. Keeping your legs wide for him.

"let's get it nice and wet for me, so I can fuck you properly."

His fingers reached between your legs. Immediately finding your dick, considering how often he fucks you there was no doubt he could do it blindfolded, beginning to rub and tweak as he felt your dick throb under his touch. Easing you into the pleasure before he gave it a small pinch. You cried out at the sudden explosion in your nerves. His fingers suddenly speeding up. Your eyes fluttering as you leaned into him.

"Simon-!" You sobbed out. His fingers continued to mercilessly rub at your dick through your boxers. A prominent wet patch forming as you squirmed. His legs locked around yours, making it impossible as you tried to wiggle away from his touch. Your head threatening to fall into the mattress as you used one hand to keep you propped up. Your nails digging into the sheet.

A sudden smack made you squeal. His gloved fingers smoothed over your clit. Gently rubbing it as you bucked your hips. Returning to his fast pace as soon as he could see you unstiffen. Rushing you back over that edge as the cord in your stomach tightened- oh god- SMACK-! you cried out as you throbbed. You were so close....

"Look at you - so desperate." Another smack.

"Please Simon- I've been good-" he rubbed slow tight circles, letting out a hum. "Please let me cum." SMACK. you mewled at the sting as your eyes rolled back. "I've been so good sir-"

Choking on your gasp his fingers suddenly sped up. Your hips kept bucking into his touch as he lightly pressed down. TOO MUCH- OH - FUCK- your orgasm crashed over you. You didn't even realize how loudly you screamed. Hips stuttering in the air as your back arched violently. Stars in your vision never fading as he only continued. Letting out a sob as your second orgasm was forced out of you.

"p-please-! Too much-!"

"I'm giving you what you want."

You gripped his hand as you whimpered. Grinding into his ruthless touch. Your third orgasm speeding towards you. Stars filling your vision once again before it was ripped from you. His hand stilling completely as he rubbed your hips. Soothing your twitching muscles. You couldn't stop yourself from letting out a whine.

"you're soaked through." He stated. Sliding the knife from his thigh strap. Trailing the full edge up your shaky thighs. With ease he twirled it between his fingers, pointing the dull side of the blade to your clothed cunt. Dragging it slowly along the wet patch, moving the knife to the bed.

"You're desperate for a cock you can't even handle."

He guided your hips back, your sexes pressing together as he harshly thrusted forward. You rolled your hips back, looking back at him with your lip between your teeth. Pleading eyes staring into his own.

"I will - I'll take it-" you whined out as you keir grinding against him. "Please.... fuck me."

You stumbled as he suddenly pushed you forward. Standing up, holding the knife with a firm grip. He circled around, now before you, grabbing hold your leg as he yanked you towards him. Snatching both of your ankles in his hand as he positioned you to his liking. You whimpered as your back hit the mattress, staring up at him through glossy vision. Trying to restrain the smile threatening to appear on your lips.

You loved it when he was like this. Manhandling you. Ruining you. You could see that fire in his eyes shine everytime he left another mark on your skin. Everytime he made you drool and sob from overstimulation. You knew he'd only give you what you can handle; he'd never push you further unless you begged.

"You wanna get fucked, huh? Ain't you cute, begging for me." He scoffed out a laugh. The knife in his hand tugging the fabric of your boxers. Marveling at how the material was practically glued to you. Completely soaked from your previous Orgasms.

The dull side merely grazed you; leaving you whimpering. Breath hitching as the cold metal stung at your heat. "Hold still."

And you did. Holding back every urge to flinch as he slashes and dragged the knife through your cloths. Barely hitting a snag from how sharp it was. Completely exposing you; his eyes were trained on the glistening sheen sticking to your thighs. Clenching at air as you clutched the bed.

He shoved the knife back into it's holder. Tugging at the belt of his pants. You couldn't stop the small trail of drool escaping past your lips as you watched him take out his cock from his boxers. Giving himself a few slow jerks, smearing his precum along the thick head.

"please.....Sir... please....." Your legs already felt strained as he kept your ankles locked tight in his grasp. Threatening to push them over your head as he rubbed his cock against your weeping folds. The tear in your boxers keeping him flushed against you as he grinded. You mewled as it peaked out. Your hand shakily reaching out, rubbing the head of his cock as more pre-cum began to ooze. Biting your lip as you pushed it back down to your hole. Guiding him inside, letting out a whine each time it came out. Smacking against your clit.

"seems I need to prep you more, still so tight." He let out a breathy chuckle. Taking joy from your desperation but you weren't gonna quit. You shifted your hips up more, Aligning yourself up to him. Practically pulling his cock deeper inside with each clench. "atta boy -" He let out a groan as he finally snapped his hips against your ass.

Adjusting himself more as he crawled onto the rigid mattress. Putting you into a mating press. Your hands clawed at his arms as he thrusted into you. Each smack of skin echoing through the room. Only getting drowned out by the sounds of your moans.

"fuck- feel that?" His fingers pressed into your stomach. You could feel the bulge twitch everytime he fucked into you. "Like how that feels? Stuffed and feeling that pretty tummy of yours get bigger - bet a slut like you would want more."

"how about this big?" His hand hovered just above you're stomach, you could hear the grinning in his voice as you whined. "Or...this Much?" He kept raising his hand, "You'll get a nice belly after I'm done, won't stop until I know you're stuffed, you want to keep being bred? Tell me, use your words."

you finally broke, letting out a pathetic sob as you nodded. "PLEASE-! breed me- take me- I want it- I want you-!"

"That's it, good boy."

He let go of your ankles, knees digging down into the mattress as your clutched your thighs, holding them in the air as his hands planted either side of your head. Angling his thrusts into that perfect spot that had you clutching and shaking around him. His pace brutal as he slammed down into you. you could barely catch your own breath from how fast he was fucking into you.

"Who do you belong to? Say it." He grabbed your chin, holding you in place as your eyes fluttered. Drool pooling out as you tried to let out the words form a knot in your throat.

"You sir-!"

"and who's the one fucking you like this? Making you feel good." His voice was deep. Practically growling. His face was still covered by his mask but you could see that spark in his eyes. glaring down at you, challenging you.

"you sir-!"

He leaned down, you let out a loud squeak as he was about to hit even deeper inside. Eyes locking as he spoke once more. His breathing growing more heavy.

"and who the fuck am I?"

"Simon-!!" He rolled back his lips and slammed into your hole. Letting out a deep growl from his throat as he tried to regain his energy. Settling for hard deep thrusts.

"Louder."

"Fuck- SIMON!"

As soon as he was able to get his pace back he was fucking you like it was a end of the world. Wasting no time; the head of his cock kissing that pleasure spot over and over. His pelvis grinding against your puffy clit as you tried to meet his thrusts.

"That's right, scream it for everyone to hear, let them. Know who's taking you." He was panting, eyes rolling back as he felt how tightly you were hugging his cock. You were so close already. He could feel it. Feel how you gushed. Could listen to wet slap of your pussy for hours knowing it was him that was doing this. Knowing he was the one ruining you for any other man. He practically built you to be his perfect toy to fuck.

"Stuff you full - want me stay inside you? Keep you nice and plugged up or would you rather I put a thick toy in that desperate cunt of yours? Have you walk around and act like my cum isn't trickling down your thighs."

"I know they want a piece of you, I can see how they look at you, I wonder how they'd like watching you spread those nice legs of yours and show off how much I stuffed you - watch it drip out and all over the floor."

He couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh. "Bet they'd beg for a taste."

You couldn't even bring yourself to speak. Far too flustered to even think. You could see it in your mind so clearly. Shivering as you could feel the phantom sensation of lips between you legs; hungrily sucking as they taste you and Simon's cum.

"clenching so hard - that got to you, didn't it?"

"Simon- I'm gonna-"

You squealed as he pinched your dick. Legs clamping down onto his waist as you tried to jumped away from the sting.

"Not until you admit it."

Your mouth open and closed. Grasping at words that melted immediately on your tongue.

"You want to be everyone's little whore, spent up toy for the team, get bred by so many men, hell- pass you around one by one - is that why you were so insistent on acting up this morning? Trying to get them thinking about how much they'd want they to knock you up."

You cursed as he began to rub your clit. Tapping it with his thumb before moving it into tight circles. "YES-! FUCK-! SIMON-!"

He let out a shaky groan as his hips slapped into your ass. Burying himself inside completely as you came, ricocheting his own release. Thick ropes of cum coating your cunt as he fucked it inside you. You went limp as he kept filling you up. Revealing just how pent up he was. Completely stuffing you with his one load already.

You panted as you laid there. He rubbed up and down your trembling thighs. The ache soothing under his firm touch as he rolled onto his back. Keeping himself flushed to you, helping you ride out your orgasm as he moved your hips for you. Slowly fucking you up and down his cock as he spilled every last drop inside.

"Fuck...." He sighed. Hips stuttering as he slowly grew limp. "That's it, take it all, good boy."

You whimpered as he locked his arms around your middle. Keeping you pressed against him as you both panted. Completely wiped out. You nuzzled into his shoulder as you felt your eyes begin to close. Needing a few minutes to regain your energy. With how lively that look in his eyes still were, you'd need it - especially feeling how his cock was now semi hard again.

He was going to make good on his words.

#nsft #call of duty mwii #cod mw22 #cod modern warfare #ghost x you #ghost x male reader #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley smut #ghost x y/n #trans male #trans reader

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eviethedevil · 1 year

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Everlong Love (Peter Pan x Reader) pt 3

NEW FEELING

”I see we have a new guest”

I nodded, “mhm, he says his name is Thomas.”

”well, Thomas,” he said with a smirk, I could tell he was up to something, “I’m Peter Pan, your in Neverland.”

”Neverland?! Like from the fairy tale?” Thomas exclaimed with wide eyes.

“It’s more than just a fairy tale, Thomas, it’s a sanctuary” I had to bite my lip to stop myself from snorting when Pan said this. Granted Neverland was our, my, home, but it wasn’t the easiest of places to live in.

The kettle whistling brought me back to my senses. I quickly rushed over, taking it of the stovetop grill and onto the oak wood counter. It stopped making that high pitch screeching in seconds. The boys carried on the conversation about Neverland and how Thomas is lost and all that jazz. I pored some tea for Thomas and me, as I handed it over to him i asked pan “you want anything to drink?”

“You got any of that special tea? If not I’ll have whatever you’ve got.”

I nodded in response and grabbed a small glass jar full of my handmade tea bags off the top shelf and added one to pans mug. I made it for him a few years back to thank him for saving me from the mermaids again. For some reason he demanded he was the only one to use it, and he always used it.

I traced my finger over the engraving I made on it ‘dear Peter Pan, thank you for everything, y/n’, as I handed it to him, our hands touched and I felt my cheeks flush. I quickly turned away to hide it. Why was I feeling like this all of a sudden? Why where there butterfly’s swarming my stomach?

I silently walked over to the cooking pot and checked the rabbits, but still in a trance of why I was feeling like this about peter pan, I accidentally touched the burning hot metal. Cursing under my breath I sprinted to the tap and ran it under water. A deep red mark started to show.

Suddenly I felt a breath on the back of my neck. He reached out and caresses it gently and the intense sting slowly started to leave. His other hand made its way to my waist and rested lightly above my hip.

I just stood there for a minute, dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. But then the silence was broken when Thomas called out

”what happened? Are you ok?”

”I'm fine Thomas, it’s just a small burn.” I replied trying to hide the wobble in my voice. I'm not sure whether it was from Peter being to close or the pain on my wrist or maybe just a bit of both.

Out of nowhere a mock came at the door. Pan moved slowing me to go answer it. One again, as I was reaching for the handle, it burst open. Only this time it wasn’t Felix, it was one of the older boys, Martin, who walked straight up to pan and whispered something in his ear that I didn’t quite catch.

”y/n can you train the boys today? Make sure none leave the camp.” Pan requested, id only trained them alone a few times before but they listen to me most of the time. They didn’t in the first few weeks I was here but one day they just stopped going against anything I said.

“Yeah sure.”

Pan and Martin left and I finished up the boys breakfast with seconds to spare as I heard the boys starting to run around outside. I watched them from the window in a daze. The little ones stayed out the way of the older ones games, knowing they might get hurt if they get i know the way. Some of the older ones sat around the burnt wood remains where the campfire was last night chatting. Others where playing tag or roughhousing.

“Um, y/n, I finished my tea, it was delicious but could I have some food by chance?” Thomas said, making me remember he was there.

“Yeah of course.” I said and filled a bowl with rabbit soup and passed it to him.

“Thanks.” He said barely audible before gulping down the soup in seconds.

”whoa slow down hungry bugga, don’t want hiccups now so we?”

He chuckled a bit but sure enough, was interrupted by a loud hiccups. His face went a deep shade of red. I let out a quiet laugh as I handed a cup of water to him.

”It’s water, drink it slowly. I’ll be back later, don’t move out this room.” I instructed him before grabbing the large basket of bowls and the huge cooking but containing rabbit stew.

After setting it down outside most of the boys started lining up.

”Youngest at the front!” I yelled, they quickly rearranged themselves from youngest to oldest. I filled bowls up and handed it out. They boys scattered themselves out in there usual places, chatting with friends or just admiring the nature. A lot of boys have told me how much better the island has gotten since I arrived. A few say the island coordinates with pans feelings.

Once making sure all the boys had food and were comfy I went to pans hut as it had all the spare clothes in it.

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missmalice202 · 4 years

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Designing Your Melody: Chapter 06 - Cherry

Chapter 01 - Chapter 05

“DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!!!” Marinette screamed into her headset as she tapped the buttons on her controller as fast as her fingers would let her.

“Dang, girl. Leave some for the rest of us.” Alya’s chuckle filtered though her headphones over the sound of gunfire. Her orange mecha that had been built for speed and precision performed a deadly dance as she picked off the few stragglers that Ladybug’s mecha had left behind. “You’re out for blood tonight, aren’t ya? Tough week?”

‘Tough’ didn’t begin to cover how frenzied the last week had been for Marinette. After hemming and embroidering and sewing THOUSANDS OF FREAKING SEQUINS, Jagged Stone’s new ensemble was finally finished. Why she had agreed to undertake such a herculean task at the last minute, she had no idea. Well, that’s not entirely true. She knew exactly why she accepted the job: she loved Jagged Stone and she loved a challenge.

Still, the fact that she was stressed out and sleep deprived remained. However, she was still too jittery from the numerous cups of coffee she’d sucked down over the past few days to go to sleep yet, so she figured she’d meet up with her clanmates and play for a little while until she finally came down from her caffeine high.

“Rena, I haven’t slept in 36 hours, I’ve stabbed myself a dozens of times sewing on all those stupid sequins that I thought would be such a good idea to add to his design, and I’ve had enough coffee over the past week that Papa could probably use my blood to make some of his famous tiramisu, so even though I’m freaking exhausted, there’s no way I can fall asleep just yet. I need something to relax me, so here I am..”

“Seriously, dude,” Nino added, “When you told us what you were doing, I thought you’d finally fallen off the deep end. I mean, you’ve got to be crazy to try to design and sew a photoshoot ready outfit for one of the biggest rock and roll stars in the world in just a week!” His avatar, a bright green design with black goggles covering the cockpit, threw up a translucent energy shield over his clanmates that glowed with an ethereal green light, easily blocking the incoming attack of an enemy captain.

“Hey!” Marinette yelled at her friend as she rushed toward the mini-boss, swords flashing as her cherry red mecha closed the distance and she engaged with the enemy. “You make it sound like you didn’t think I could do it.”

“It’s not that, my lady,” soothed Adrien, aka Chat Noir. “We all had faith that you’d get the job done purrfectly.” His onyx mecha landed next to Ladybug, his staff whirling, performing a perfectly choreographed combo attack with his partner in battle. “Fur real, we were just concerned that purrhaps you had kitten off more than you could chew and ended up burning yourself out.”

She closed her eyes for a moment to collect herself. She could literally hear how smug Chat Noir was through her headphones. “For the sake of what little sanity I have left after this week, please don’t start with the cat puns, Chat.”

“Why, I’m feline a little offended here, bugaboo,” he teased. “I’m just saying that there’s no one else who clawed pull what you did off.”

“That last one was a bit of a stretch, kitty.” She should just ignore him, she knew that. You’d think she would have learned by now that when she responded to his bad jokes and ridiculous puns, he layed it on even thicker, just to annoy her. “Seriously though, I didn’t have much of a choice! You should have seen what the stylist wanted Jagged to wear. It was just,” she shuddered just thinking about it, “terrible.”

Rena asked, “How bad? Come on, girl, gimme some details!”

“Ugh, it makes me sick just thinking about it. Imagine Jagged Stone, wearing a powder blue, see-through lace romper..” Her three friends howled with laughter at the mental image she conjured, so she continued to describe the nightmare she had seen in full detail. “Just picture it: THE Jagged Stone, clad in skintight lace booty shorts, white fishnet stockings, and silver glitter loafers. They wanted to stuff him into a silver speedo underneath that ridiculous romper. That’s all! Nothing but a silver speedo and translucent baby blue lace!” she snorted with laughter as she remembered how utterly uncomfortable the poor singer had been when he showed her what the record label wanted him to wear for his promotional photo shoot. “Oh my god, it was awful! I wish I could unsee that sight, but it’s now burned into my memory to haunt me until the day I die. I couldn’t very well say no to his pleading after I saw that abomination.”

“Ladybug,” Chat Noir tried to calm down enough to talk, but he was obviously having a hard time since he had let his guard down and had been killed in the battle. He used his respawn time to finally compose himself enough to continue. “As a life long Jagged Stone fan, you have my eternal gratitude for sparing the public from that visual crime against humanity.” He dissolved into another fit of giggles, causing a chain reaction among their friends once again and distracting them from the battle currently underway.

“I know.” Marinette took a deep breath. “And here I thought that they couldn’t possibly come up with a worse marketing strategy after that whole “perfume ad album cover” debacle. Yeah, I was wrong. This was much, MUCH worse,” she scoffed.

They all laughed hysterically for a few more minutes before they were able to calm themselves enough to carry on their conversation.

“By the way, milady, are you going to be participating in Fashion Week next month?” Chat asked.

“Yes,” she replied. “I’ve finally garnered enough of a reputation as a legitimate designer for my collection to be allowed to participate in the newcomer designer showcase on the last day. I’ve got my collection finalized, so all I need to do is sit down at my machine and make the pieces.” Her fingers flew over the buttons of her controller, sowing a path of destruction in her avatar’s wake onscreen as a new wave of enemies arrived to back up their leader. “Now that I’m done with the Jagged Stone’s request, I’ve got the time to work on my showcase designs.” With a final flourish, she and Chat Noir defeated the enemy captain, leaving Rena Rouge and Carapace to deal with the reinforcements.

The gathered the mission rewards and traveled back to their base.

“Hey, Ladybug,” Rena began, “have you selected the models you’d like to walk in your show? I’m sure Kitty Noir over here would be more than happy to help you out if you need.”

While Alya understood that Adrien and Marinette would probably only be “just good friends”, once a shipper, always a shipper. Over the years, she still created opportunities for her two friends to be alone together in the hopes that something would spark between them and her OTP ship could set sail. Was it wrong to ship your friends? She didn’t think so. Nino disapproved of her antics at times, but she just couldn’t help it. She wanted her friends to be happy and in her mind, they were made for each other.

Marinette had tried convincing her friend that she was more than happy with the relationship she had with the handsome, blond model. She was more at ease with him now and he could be himself around her, even if that did include his utterly atrocious sense of humor. Seriously, the guy’s obsession with puns was borderline unhealthy.

“I’d love to wear your designs again, My Lady,” he purred.

“Won’t you be busy walking in your father’s show?”

“The Agreste show is on the first day. I’ll have plenty of free time after that. All you’ll have to do is get me some of your dad’s famous macaroons as payment.”

She was ecstatic. Having a famous model like Adrien Agreste would bring people flocking to her show, even if it was to see him, not her designs. But since he’d be the one wearing her clothes, it’d be like killing two birds with one stone. “You have a deal!” she squealed.

His chuckle echoed in her ears. “Honestly, I’m getting the better end of the deal. Don’t underestimate the power your family’s bakery has.”

“Awesome,” Alya cheered. “You’ve got your male model. Do you need a female model too or have you found one already?”

“Actually, I texted Juleka Couffaine and asked her if she’d be interested and she said that she’d do it,” she said. “I haven’t really spoken to her since high school since we kind of lost touch with each other, but I’ve seen some of the ads she’s sone and I think she’d be a good fit for the theme of my collection. She’s out of the country at the moment on a job, but she should be back sometime next week, so until then I can get started on what you’ll be wearing, Kitty.”

“Sounds good, Bugga-boo. I can’t wait to see what you’ve come up with. Your designs are always so pawsome. I can’t wait to wear them for you on the catwalk.”

She shook her head once more at his antics. “I’ll give you the last one, since that’s a legitimate pun.” Alya and Nino’s laughter rang in her ears as they laughed at their friends’ banter.

“You know, we were wondering if you’d be online tonight, Ladybug, since you’ve been MIA all week.” Alya said. “The others were asking about you since they hadn’t heard from you, but I told them you’d be on when you were done with your work.” There was a brief silence before she teased, “Viperion was especially worried about you. He said how you guys had done some grinding the other night wondered where you had disappeared to since you’re usually on every night..”

The idea of Viperion worrying about her caused warmth to blossom in her chest. To be honest, she had missed the calming effect his presence had on her. “Speaking of which, where is he? Did he say he was going to be playing tonight?”

Nino told her that he had spoken to him earlier in the day and that he would probably be on much later, if at all because he would be working late on a project that he had to completely redo.

A little disappointed that she wouldn’t get to play with her online friend, Marinette decided to call it a night and logged out, finally ready to get some much needed sleep.

Chapter 07

*Sorry for the delay on posting. This chapter is just kind of a transition chapter, so unfortunately, not much is going on, but I really wanted cat puns and mental images of hard rockers in blue lace rompers hahaha. Next chapter will pick up and our sweet boi will get some screen time. I might even stop torturing him and throw him a bone ;D Until next time, Lovelies XOXO*

#lukanette #lukanette february #mlvalentines2k20 #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #lukanette fic #ml fanfic

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catsdaydreams · 6 years

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Return of the King

Chapter 1 of Positive. This is an AU where Kendra(MC) never goes to Cordonia, Liam never actually tells her he is a Prince, and he loses his virginity at his bachelor party, with Kendra.

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I tend to keep all of my MC names the same for the books, so TRR MC will always be Kendra, because its an Alternate Universe of the same story. Ya feel?

Also timeline for y’all because my TRR timeline looks a lil different: I have always thought social season = 1 year. Engagement tour = 6 months, but of course our king has duty’s so there is a 3-4 month lapse between the end of the social season and the beginning of the Engagement tour. There’s also a 6 month period between the boys in New York and the start of the social season. This is the same for all of my TRR AU’s unless specifically stated otherwise.

So, the crew would be in New York Roughly 2 and a half years AFTER the first time they meet MC.

I rolled in annoyance as my alarm went off again. 6 am every day, I got up and got ready to go to work. It had been over 2 years since I had last stepped foot into the bar that I had met Liam in, choosing instead to opt for a job with a more comfortable wage, but less flexibility. I let the silence of the morning seep into my soul as I packed two lunches. One for me, and one with much smaller portions.

I walked across my small town home and peeked into my sons room. He stood in his crib waiting, a big smile plastered onto his face showcasing the adorable dimples on either cheek. “Good morning, Cadence.” I smiled. His tiny hands griped the side of his crib as he peered at me excitedly, waiting for me to pick him up and let him out. “Mama!” He squealed, his young voice dragging out the word, as a toddler often does.

I put him on my hip as I turned and grabbed his outfit for the day, a light romper and a pair of tiny sneakers. “Are you ready to go bye bye? We’re going to go see your friends at daycare!” I asked, as I pulled on the last of his clothes. He excitedly ran for the door, trying and failing to turn the knob.

I grabbed our food for the day and my coffee and helped him down the stairs and into my car, strapping him into his car seat.

Two years ago after I had learned I was pregnant with a strangers baby, one who had to return home for an arranged marriage, I panicked. I waited until I could see a doctor and heard the undeniable heart beat before I called my dad in tears and explained the situation.

My father and I both tried for the duration of the pregnancy to locate Liam, but to no avail. I couldn’t remember the country he claimed to be from any longer, and he had no face book, left no email or phone number, I had no way to track him down. I had resigned to being a single parent with the father never knowing he had a child out there, and once the baby came, I no longer cared.

Delivery and pregnancy both were relatively simple, and I gave birth to a healthy 8 lbs little boy at 2 in the morning on August 18th. He shifted my entire perspective. Being a mother was hard enough, but being a single mother proved to be impossible without some form of help. My dad moved into the city to help me keep an eye on him overnight while I worked, but it was blaringly obvious that I needed a better job.

So I searched, finally landing a paralegal job at a large firm in the city. The hours were long, and the work was tedious. But it allowed me to have nights and weekends with my son, and give me enough money to get into a house with a yard and afford daycare. I was okay on my own, and I didn’t mind much that I was alone as I didn’t have to argue with someone on how to raise my child, or have to compromise on behavior. My life was actually pretty spectacular.

I dropped my son off at daycare and pulled into work with just enough time to clock in a few minutes early. I sat down inside of my cold grey cubicle, pictures of my father, Cadence and I littering the walls and attempted to eat what was supposed to pass as a breakfast sandwich

“Hey Kendra!” I heard Shelby’s overly excited voice from the other side of the thin wall. I internally groaned. Shelby meant well enough, but she was a horrible gossip and spent more time talking than she did working. Her blonde hair was pulled into a slick ponytail as she rounded the corner into my cubicle. She adorned an abstract colorful shirt paired with sleek grey pants, and her brown eyes were alight with excitement.

“Hey Shel.” I said, trying to enjoy what was left of my breakfast, “Have you heard the news!!” I sighed placing down my sandwich and turning to face her, bracing myself for whatever longwinded story was about to come from her mouth. “What news?” I asked flatly, though she didn’t seem to notice. She squealed excitedly shoving her phone in my face, “The King of Cordonia is here on his engagement tour! He’s so cute!” She said, her phone pulled up to a TMZ article. “You realize he’s engaged yeah?” I pointed out with a laugh as I scrolled through the article. My interest peeked as I recognized the countries name.

My heart froze as I realized why the name was familiar. Liam! He had been from Cordonia! I quickly handed back her phone as I powered on my own computer. “What is it?” She asked, sensing the change in my demeanor. “Cadence’s dad. I just remembered, he was from Cordonia too!” She gasped, “No way! What a coincidence, Cadence looks just like this guy too, let me show you a picture of King Rys.” I attempted to ignore her as I pulled up the search engine, but the smiling blonde immediately drew my attention.

“There’s no way.” I breathed, staring at a picture of Liam. It was certainly his face, but his eyes held a coldness I didn’t recognize/ I grabbed my jacket and my lunch, “Shelby I have to go. Cover for me?” I said over my shoulder as I raced out of the office. I pulled up any information I could about the Kings visit, according to TMZ he and the other tour members showed up last night, and were seen at the very same bar we had met at.

Hes looking for me, I realized with a start. I then headed over to the bar to see who had been on shift last night. My old manager was there when I stepped inside, “Kendra! My good friend, I was just about to call you!” I frowned. Ymir hated me, and nothing brought him more joy than my two week notice. I peered at him apprehensively, as he fished a note from behind the bar. “Here! This is from your friend with lots of money. You should bring him back around here again, they all tip very well.” He said, his Spanish accent contorting the words.

I shook my head, now I get it. Liam must have left a note for him to get in touch and Ymir wanted his business, he thought I could probably bring them all back. I mumbled a thanks as my hands shook as I opened the envelope. I expected a phone number, or address. Instead there was an invitation for the United Nations party tonight.

A sticky note was attached, written in Liam’s scribbled writing.

By now I am sure that you have realized why I had an arranged marriage, I would like to see you again if you are in New York and I beg for your audience tonight. ~Liam.

Later that night I paced the apartment, waiting for my dad to arrive to watch Cadence for the night. I debated on bringing him with me. His green eyes peering through his un-tame able blonde locks. No, I decided. I wasn’t ready for that. I wasn’t ready to share my little bug. “Vroom vroom” He said, with a big smile holding his truck up to me.

“Yes, bugga, vroom vroom!” I said with a laugh, as I ran the truck back and forth over our rug. His ever present beam filled my heart with an inexplicable joy. A resounding knock came from the door, interrupting our play. I crossed the living room and opened the door, greeting my father.

“Hey Daddy.” I said, welcoming him with a hug. “Pop pop!” I heard my sons shrill call of joy as he raced around my legs and into his grandfathers open arms.

“So, have you decided if you are going to tell him tonight or not?” My father said, cutting to the chase. He was nothing if not a blunt man, I suppose I got it honest. “No.” I replied. “What if he tries to take him? He clearly has the means too.” I said, resuming my pacing. My dad blocked my path and grabbed my shoulders. “And what if he doesn’t? Doesn’t this man deserve to know he has a son? Doesn’t he deserve to share the same joy that you have just from knowing him?”

I pouted at him, but I knew he was right. It would be wrong of me to keep this secret from Liam. I knew in my heart what the right thing was to do, but as I watched my son play on the rug, his little heart so full of innocent and joy; I thought about the possibility of having him taken from me and it felt so soul crushing. To not be there for his sleepy greeting, or his sloppy kisses, or to watch him discover the joy of life and remind me that there was more to this world than I could see. It was terrifying.

The Uber outside honked. I frowned at my dad, “I told him you would likely need a ride.” My dad said with a shrug. He had known I was getting cold feet even without talking to me. “Sly old coot.” I said, as I grabbed my jacket and made my way to door. He smiled, my son in his arms as they both waved at me, “Say bye bye, mommy.”

“buh-bye!”

The ride to the UN party only allowed for me to stew in my fears longer. The car pulled around to the front of the party, where press stood documenting each guest. I smoothed out my lavender floor length tulle dress as I stepped out. Feeling the weight of my dangling fake crystal earings sway with the movement. My chocolate colored hair was wrapped into an elegant bun, and my make up was soft, aside from the sharp winged liner on my eye lids.

I kept my eyes on the door as I approached and produced my invitation to the people at the door. They nodded me through, not giving me much time to process if I wanted to turn around. My heels clicked on the smooth marble floor beneath me as I took in the sight before me. Walking through a 2nd set of open ornate double doors. People of all walks of life mingled as the soft music played. circular tables were strewn about decorated with beautiful cream table cloths and gold roses.

I realized quickly not to touch anything, as I probably couldn’t afford it. I searched the room quickly, but didn’t see Liam. I found the place holder that had the same number on it as my invitation and took my place at the table, noting the empty five seats around me. A server brought me a glass of white wine and I sipped on it slowly.

The crowd finally began to be seated as it neared to less than five minutes before the appetizers were brought out. There were numerous speeches none of which I cared to pay attention to, sinking further into my wine. There were two boys, and three other girls seated at the table with me, all of them speaking a language I didn’t know.

At one point one of the men turned and attempted to ask for my name in english, to which I simply smiled and nodded my head as if I didn’t understand. He quickly abandoned his attempt and resumed talking to his friends. My anxiety was high, I was surrounded by food I couldn’t afford, a language and people I didn’t know, and my gracious host was no where to be found.

An hour dragged by, the meal finished and servers dragged the tables to the outer rim to make a dance floor, which most of the populous took full advantage of. One of the men seated at my table even began break dancing. I snorted into my wine, feeling the warm buzz of intoxication. A hand entered into my vision field, outstretched.

I looked up and felt my stomach leap into my throat. Liam.

“Care to join me for a dance?” He said, hand waiting. I frowned and pulled my arms closer to my chest. “Bold move for an engaged King.” I seethed. I hadn’t realized how angry the whole situation made me until I saw him. Here he was, not a care in the world, and the last few years had been rough for me. I spent countless nights without sleep, comforting my loving son through his sickness, his teething, his injuries. I loved my son very much, but parenting was hard, and I had done it alone. And here he was enjoying balls and feasts, with all the money in the world.

He was royal, and I was not, and he had no clue about Cadence and it left me wondering what his motives were in inviting me to this party in the first place. I took a long sip of my wine. He frowned at me, “It’s just a dance, I didn’t mean any harm.” He said, settling into the seat next to me. “What’s wrong?” He stated quietly.

I rolled my eyes, the alcohol spurring the anger, “I know the deal was no contact information but you could have at least said, ‘Hey, by the way, I’m a king.’ On the ferry ride back to your taxi.” I said sarcastically. He nodded, “ah.” He said, taking a sip of champagne. “You’re angry I didn’t tell you I was a prince. Would you have changed the terms then? Used our bedding as leverage to extort money? Or just bragging rights?”

I turned to him, eyes wide as I noted his dark expression. Anger laced through his voice like a striking cobra, directed at me. “Excuse you Liam. I just don’t like being blindsided.” I huffed, “I’m not sure who you think you are talking to with that tone, but it sure as hell isn’t me.”

Liam sat in silence for a moment, “King Liam.” he corrected before he stood abruptly, “I need you to come with me, I have something I need to discuss with you.” He said coldly. I scoffed at him, “I’m not going anywhere with you.” Rage and pain coarsed through me. I was hurt at his implication, but also felt the familiar tinge of guilt. He was right, together we were just Kendra and Liam, why should it matter now if he had been a prince. We both knew what we were getting into when we agreed on a week and then never speaking again.

So why did it feel like such a betrayal, an intrusion on something private. Something ours. “It’s a legal matter.” He said, his eyes burning. My heart quickened, as I stood to follow him. There was no polite outstretched hand, or elbow as I was accustomed to with Liam. He was angry, and I understood his thought process. His title shouldn’t matter unless I wanted to use it for personal gain.

I followed him out of the ballroom and down twisting and turning hallway before he hesitated on a door handle. “Liam” I said, pulling on his elbow, “I’m sorry, you’re right. It shouldn’t matter what your title is. It just startled me to find out from the media instead of you. It felt like...like an intrusion. A betrayal.” I said. Liam and I had promised long ago to just be forward with our feelings, and I hoped that he still understood that.

He ran a hand through his hair, “Sorry, it’s habit for me to watch myself around people. Everyone always wants something for you, rarely do they want you.”

My expression softened, “Liam, I wanted you. I hate that you had to go, but I understood. I wish things had been different.” I admitted. Liam smiled, “In a different life, perhaps you would be on this tour with me.” He said, his eyes twinkling as he opened the door.

“But in this life, you are not. Which means, I need you to sign this.” He said walking to a side table as I realized we were in a suite. He pulled papers and a pen from the side table, and handed them to me. I looked over it, but in my drunkenness I couldn’t focus long enough to understand it. “What is it?” I slurred. Liam gave me a sad smile. “It is a Non-disclosure agreement. It prevents you from being allowed to discuss our time together, or go to the press.”

I frowned, “Right, of course.” I said, sitting to keep my balance. Liam sighed, “how much have you had to drink.” The irratation from earlier made its reappearance. “Don’t patronize me, King Liam.” I said, pouting. “You always were a lightweight,” he muttered clearly annoyed. “Hey whats your malfunction.” I said, my words biting. He gave me a pointed look.

“You can’t sign a legal document while intoxicated. It would get thrown out in the court.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, “here, just write down your address and I’ll drop it off in the morning. I noticed you moved.” He said. “Yeah, I needed the space for...” I trailed off. I couldn’t tell him about Cadence, I didn’t have it in me. Liam cocked his head, “a dog.” I lied.

I then realized that if he saw my house the chances were high he would see Cadence too and I wasn’t ready. My brain knew I would have to tell him eventually. But not right now. I sat at the edge of the bed as I pondered what lie I could give him to keep him from asking for my address. I could fake sobriety, but he would see right through it. My mind kept spinning while Liam sat quietly and studied me.

I looked up at him through my lashes, deciding to derail the subject completely the only way I could think too through the wine filled haze. “What are you staring at?” I asked. He was leaning against the bedpost. “You are still the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.” He said wistfully. I frowned, deeply, but couldn't keep the blush off my cheeks. “Liam, arranged or not, you are still an engaged man.” He let out a bark of a laugh. “Yes, but no.” He explained. He motioned around the room. “This is my suite, do you see any of Madeline’s clothes in here?” I stared at him.

He chuckled, “Things are different in Cordonia, political marriages are allowed to be open, so long as both partners agree. Madeline has made it very clear she has no desire to pursue a romantic relationship.” he sighed. “It appears she has a romantic connection to someone at court already.” I stood, unsure of how I wanted to proceed. I wanted to stay, but I knew I should head home.

Liam had only brought me there to sign legal paperwork, and yet my gut told me there was more. Perhaps Liam was forcing himself to be extra cold, I couldn't tell, the wine impairing my senses and I had also never seen him in this setting. I stood, and brought our chests together, “does that mean its okay if I-” He leered down apprehensively, “Kendra what are you doing?” He said cutting me off. Yet he didn’t move.

I peered up at him, “Do you miss it at all?” I asked lust lacing my voice as I remembered the week we spent pent up in my apartment. I hadn't touched anyone since, and I had the sneaking suspicion he hadn’t either. “Miss what?” He asked, still not moving away from me. I could have imagined how he seemed to almost lean into me. I smiled at him through my thick lashes, and pulled on his lapels. “The way we felt together, skin on skin.” I said, lightly breathing.

He was definitely leaning into me, “We shouldn’t.” He said, his voice suddenly deeper. I frowned, “I’m sorry.” I said beginning to lean back. He put his hands on my hips and kept me flush against him. “Don’t be. I really do need you to sign the NDA.” He said huskily. I nodded, “I will.” He studied my face for a moment before bringing his head down to kiss me.

His kiss was soft, and sweet. His lips pressing on mine gently, and I could feel my knees weakening as I melted. He gently pressed me onto the bed. I could see the hint of a smile on his lips, and I could feel his quickly forming erection through his pants.

I moaned at the touch, he groaned, “I love it when you moan.” He breathed. “Can you stay tonight?” He said, kissing into my neck. I nodded, “I have to send a text.” I said, pulling my phone above my head, away from Liam’s gaze, as he planted kisses down my neckline. He pulled my dress down my hips and off by the straps as I giggled and let my dad know not to wait up for me. His response was almost immediate.

Condoms, Kendra. Cadence doesn’t need siblings.

I snorted, locking my phone and putting it face down on the nightstand. Liam looked at me hungrily, “I miss your body. I miss your laugh, I didn’t realize how much I missed you Kendra.” Liam muttered pressing kisses up my stomach. He rolled off the bed and pulled a shirt from his luggage.

I looked at him confused as he handed it to me. He smiled, “I haven't seen you in almost 2 and a half years, and we aren't doing this while you’re drunk.” He said, dropping his voice and laying next to me.

I agreed and we layed together comfortably, catching each other up on our lives, minus Cadence of course. I would tell him soon, just not yet. We laughed, and talked, and reminisced for hours, finally falling asleep tangled in each others arms.

#choices #liam x mc #pregnant #baby #the royal romance #trr #choices stories you play #fanfic

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silverdrip · 7 years

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Mad House (Frostiron)

@teckmonky I was inspired by your Wine Mom Loki~

@frost-iron

It had been eight years since the disastrous Civil War, seven since Tony quit being an Avenger, and three since the accords were ratified to Steve’s liking and the rogue Avengers came back.

But without Tony as an Avenger and with the US garnishing their wages to pay reparations to all the people they’d hurt and infrastructure they damaged during the Civil War, money was tight.

The Avengers couldn’t afford the upkeep or rent for the Avengers Compound. The cost for jet fuel for the quinjets was mind blowing. Their gear was falling apart and they didn’t have enough money to get specialists to fix them.

So Steve was going to Tony, hat in hand.

They hadn’t spoken since Steve reached out to him when the accords had been ratified, and when he had Tony had brushed him off, stating he didn’t have time for empty apologies. Steve bit back his anger and tried to convince him to join the Avengers again, but Tony told him the group wasn’t worth his time.

It was a bit embarrassing to ask him for money, but not as bad as when he’d been a dancing monkey raising war bonds.

Stark Tower seemed to loom over him with a malicious glare.

All the windows had been tinted, making it harder to look through them from the outside.

As Steve walked into the lobby he gawped at the new design. He could only describe it as razor sharp and intimidating.

It clashed with the wholesome look that Steve favored.

He was so caught up in his staring that he didn’t notice the adolescent girl that was nearing him.

She was walking backwards and flipping off the cameras. She walked straight into Steve and spun around.

“Watch it, fuck face!” she said loudly, making Steve reel backwards. She stormed off before he could formulate a response.

(More under the cut)

Steve stood frozen in place. There was something familiar about her, something that set Steve on edge, but he couldn’t identify what it was.

Steve brushed off the feeling, figuring it was just his nerves making him see things.

There was no one at the receptionist desk, but there was a little push button bell. He glanced around before pushing it.

A swirl of pink and orange appeared behind the desk before forming a holographic woman. She was wearing a pink, high collared dress that made her look professional. Her read hair was cut in an asymmetric bob, and her expression was bored.

“Do you have an appointment?” she asked and Steve recognized her voice.

“Friday?” he asked.

“That’s me, unless you’re referring to the date. In which case I feel obliged to tell you it’s Wednesday.” There was something teasing in her voice, almost mocking. Steve didn’t rise to the bait. Apparently, she was still mad about the Civil War nonsense.

“Can I just see Tony?” Steve asked, trying not to let his impatience show.

“Do you have an appointment?”

“No, but—”

“Let me see if you’re on the list of people who are always welcome.” A pink holographic tablet popped into existence. Friday scrolled through it, putting on a show. “Nope, no Steve Rogers on the list.”

Friday disappeared.

Steve took in a slow, calming breath. After a beat, he pressed the bell again.

“Do you have an appointment?” Friday asked right away. “Oh, it’s you. Would you like to schedule an appointment? Boss will be free on,” Friday paused, “the 17th,” Steve grinned that was today, “of December,” Friday tacked on. That was over four months away.

“Can you just call Tony? I’m sure he’d be willing to see me.” Why did all of Tony’s AIs have to be so damn difficult?

“Hmm, I’ll give him a call.” Friday raises her hand to the side of her face as a holographic version of the latest Stark Phone appears. “Hey Boss.” There was a pause. “No, Hela left about three minutes ago. She was totally in a mood.” Friday giggled. “Yes, of course. Actually, I called because a gorilla named Steve Rogers is requesting to see you.” Friday swept her eyes over Steve, making him feel self-conscious. “I don’t know.” She pursed her lips. “Fine.” The phone pixilated into nothingness. “Mr. Rogers, please take the elevator to your right.”

He entered the elevator mid-song.

♪ Fuck you (fuck you) Fuck you very, very much Cause we hate what you do And we hate your whole crew So please don't stay in touch ♫

Steve had no doubt that Friday had chosen the song.

The elevator opened and Steve cringed at the loud music that was coming from Tony’s lab. It was another of those rock and roll songs Steve didn’t understand.

The door to the lab was open and as Steve walked in he froze in the doorway. The first thing he that caught his attention was a large, plastic castle—and the three children who were peeking out from it to look at him.

There was also a dragon about the size of a cat. A tiny boy with brown hair and green eyes was carrying it around as the dragon let out annoyed screeching noises.

A little girl was sitting at a desk near the other kids, drawing with crayons, but from what Steve could see it looked like a schematic.

A strange animal Steve couldn’t identify, almost a cross between an antelope and a cheetah, was sleeping in a hammock, its ears twitching ever so often.

Was Tony doing some weird animal experimentation? Steve had a scolding on the tip of his tongue, but held it back. He needed to ingratiate himself to Tony.

Steve finally spotted Tony among the chaos. He was concentrating on some device he was putting together.

There was a green goo with three eyes on his head and mixed in Tony’s hair.

Steve balked as he tried to make sense of it all.

“Rogers,” Tony greeted as the music turned down. He didn’t look away from the device he was working on. “What do you want?”

Steve walked over to him, avoiding the toys and machine bits that littered the ground.

“Hey, Tony. How are you doing?” Steve asked, trying to be pleasant. The goo on Tony’s head eyed him, making Steve uncomfortable.

Two of the kids in the castle tumbled out, wresting each other.

“No rough housing,” Tony called out, not even having to look at them.

“But daaaaaaaddd,” one whined. She ran over and clutched dirty jeans. “Daaaaaadddd!”

“Go to the gym if you must. The floor is padded for a reason.

The little girl squeaked happily.

“Astrid! Let’s go!” The other girl ran over and the little boy with the dragon toddled after them, sucking his thumb.

“Tadashi,” a blue hologram of a young Japanese man appeared, “can you make sure they don’t try to take apart the treadmill again?”

“Yeah, I’ll look after those knuckleheads.”

The hologram adjusted his baseball cap before walking after the three children.

Steve laughed feebly.

“I see you’ve made another AI.” Steve tried to sound friendly, but the way Tony glared at him made it clear it hadn’t worked. “Whose kids are these and was that a dragon?”

“Obviously, they’re mine. And Sapphy is a wyvern. What do you want?” Before Steve could respond Tony snapped his fingers. “Third strike, Glub!” The goo on Tony’s head convulsed. “I told you not to try and eat my earwax, but you did it anyway. Go tell your mother what you did.”

“Glub, glub, glub,” the goo said, belching out the words.

“No arguing, youngling.” The goo rounded into a ball and bounced off Tony’s head. It started rolling to the elevator, one eye staring back at them, somehow looking regretful. “Children these days,” Tony said to himself.

There was a loud hissing and Steve jumped backwards as a giant snake appeared from beneath the table.

Tony ran his hand over the snake’s head.

“Not, you Jor. You’re daddy’s little angel,” Tony crooned. The snake rested its head on Tony’s lap, barely able to fit. Tony snapped his fingers again. “What do you want, Rogers?”

“Oh, uhm, you see the thing is,” damn, Steve had rehearsed this, but the words came out as a jumble, “the Avengers’ wages are being garnished, except for Wasp’s and T’Challa’s, so things are a little tight and—”

“Are you asking for money?”

Steve’s face reddened. He looked at the ground despite himself.

Tony let out a sigh that was half annoyed, half tired.

“I leave the finances to my husband. You’ll have to ask him.” Tony patted Jor on the head and the snake retracted, curling up back under the table. “Babies! We’re going upstairs!”

There were a few grumbles.

One child who couldn’t be older than three went down the slide in the castle with an infant that looked like he could barely walk. The weird antelope-cheetah thing gracefully got out of the hammock and trotted over to them.

A green bat, fell from the ceiling. The skin that made up its wings was iridescent. It fluttered over to Tony before latching onto his earlobe. Steve would have mistaken it for a gaudy earring if it wasn’t blinking its green eyes.

“Daddy, can I stay? I wanna finish my design.” She looked up at him with big brown eyes.

“You can work on it upstairs. You know the rules. No little ones in the lab without my supervision.” The little girl grumbled to herself. She shut her crayon box loudly and gathered up a sheaf of paper before stomping over to the waiting elevator.

Tony went over and picked up the infant. The chubby cheeked girl tried to grab the bat, but Tony quickly switched which side she was on.

The infant tried to reach across him, but Tony grabbed her hand and pretended to eat it. She let out a shrill giggle that made Steve wince.

In the elevator, the antelope-cheetah leaned against Tony’s legs and Tony absentmindedly petted it between its ears.

Steve laughed nervously again.

“I didn’t know you had kids or that you were married.”

Tony gave him another sharp look.

“You should really watch the news.”

“Daddy, what’s for dinner? Can we have pasta?” one of the kids asked.

“Uncle Rhodey is coming over tonight so me and mommy will—”

“Mommy and I,” the little girl with the schematic corrected.

“Mommy and I,” Tony exaggerated while smiling, “will be having dinner with him. You munchkins will have whatever Kamala makes or orders in.”

“Sis-Fri, can you ask Kammy to make us sgetti tonight?”

“Will do, bugga-boo,” Friday said, not manifesting.

The rest of elevator ride was uncomfortable, or at least uncomfortable for Steve.

When the elevator doors opened Steve was greeted by more childish shrieks and laughter.

It was a madhouse. There was a mixture of children from a baby that was crawling around to a seven-year-old that was hitting the couch repeatedly with a whiffle bat. Among them was an assortment of creatures, half of which Steve didn’t recognize.

He gaped as an eight-legged horse shifted into a human teenager.

“Mom said I can get my learner’s permit if you promise to teach me to drive,” the teenager said, shifting on his (now) two feet as if he could barely contain himself.

“Teach you how to drive?” Tony scoffed. “I’m going to teach you how to zoom through traffic! Stick shift smoothly and pick up all the babes!” Tony reached over and ruffled his hair. The teenager blushed. “We’ll go at five. That should give me enough time to get back before Uncle Rhodey gets here. That work for you, Sleph?”

Sleph grinned brightly and gave Tony a hug. He took the infant from Tony’s arms and walked to the kitchen.

“You didn’t tell me we were having guests!” a voice screeched out and Steve froze when he saw Loki.

Tony chuckled and went over to the standing god. He gave him a kiss on the cheek. Tony leaned down to the sling around Loki’s middle that was carrying an egg that was as large as a basketball. Tony gave it a kiss.

Loki shifted his glass of wine (didn’t he know it was only ten in the morning?) to his other hand before swatting Tony on the shoulder.

“Anthony, you will give me proper advanced notice next time you bring someone over. I’m not dressed properly!” Loki tried smoothing down his long, frazzled hair, but it only caused something that looked like applesauce to smear. “Oh, it’s just him.”

Loki smoothly sat down on a couch. He shooed away the child that was hitting it with a whiffle bat. Something under Loki’s shirt shifted and Steve was reminded of the movie where aliens burst from humans’ chests.

Instead, a little black kitten poked its head out. Its mouth was wet with white liquid.

“Mommy,” the kitten said, surprising Steve for what felt like the hundredth time that day, “Sirkka keeps biting my tail!”

Loki pulled open the collar of his shirt and looked down it.

“That’s it! I’m weaning you two off! Out, out, out!”

“Noooooo!” twin voice cried out from Loki’s shirt.

Steve’s face screwed up at the absurdity of the situation.

“You heard your mother,” Tony said in a firm voice that Steve had never heard before. “Out before I pick you up by your scruffs.”

Two kittens, one black and the other brown hopped out of Loki’s shirt and onto the egg. One jumped into a bassinet that Steve hadn’t noticed before. The blue baby inside of it started crying.

Loki took a large gulp of wine and easily rocked the bassinet with his foot. The baby quieted down instantly.

Loki sighed happily.

“My babies are so perfect.” Loki took a sip of wine, his eyes glimmering with contentment.

“Our children are hellspawn,” Tony said while smirking.

“You and Loki are…” Steve couldn’t say the word.

“Do you seriously not watch the news?” Two children went by them, screaming bloody murder. Loki and Tony ignored them. “Whatever. Lokes, did Glubbington tell you what ze did?”

“No, ze did not! Glubbington, get in here!” Loki shouted, making Steve flinch.

“Ohhhh, someone’s in trouble~” a kid called out and a few others snickered.

The goo from before rolled in.

“Glub, glub,” it belched out and once again Steve was amazed by how much emotion it could convey. It somehow sounded remorseful.

“A likely story.” Loki held out his glass and Tony absentmindedly filled it with wine that Steve was certain cost more than a house. “Go to your room. You’re in charge of cleaning the bathrooms for a week.” The goo made a raspberry noise.

“No backtalk, youngling,” Tony said sharply, not raising his voice. Glubbington rolled off, but not before making a farting noise. Tony shook his head. “I swear he gets his attitude from you, Lokes.”

“Ha! As if!” Loki drank more of his wine. “What brings you to our humble tower, fellow-former-criminal?” Loki had a shit-eating grin and was still rocking the bassinet with his foot. The other kitten curled up on top of the egg, glaring at Steve the whole time.

Steve cleared his throat, trying to get his bearings. He was here for a reason.

He turned to Tony.

“Ah, yes, you see the thing is—”

“Talk to Loki. He’s in charge of finances even though I’m the one who makes all the money.” Tony sat on the couch by Loki and one of the kids threw herself onto his lap. He winced, but didn’t say anything, bouncing her on his knee.

Steve cleared his throat and turned to Loki, who somehow looked even more condescending than before.

“The Avengers are having a tough time with maintaining our gear and keeping the quinjet battle ready. The US hasn’t been helping up monetarily since the accords were put in place and with the different superhero teams around the world we only get a small fraction of what the UN pays.” Steve didn’t bring up how their wages were being garnished, too embarrassed to admit it. “I was hoping that Tony could find it in his heart to help us keep the US and the world safe by investing in us.”

“Such a pretty speech.” Loki put a hand on his chest and made a flourishing motion with his wine glass. “As a US citizen and citizen of the world I am moved.” Loki took a sip of his wine and seemed to be thinking it over. “That’s why Tony and I decided to invest in the Atlantic coast Avengers. We find Captain Marvel and her team to be much more reliable and exactly what the US needs what with all these new ‘villains’, but if you were perhaps to kneel and beg me on your knees I could allocate a few million for your team.”

Steve’s jaw automatically set stubbornly before he made himself breathe in through his nose. This wasn’t about Steve’s pride or Loki’s twisted sense of humor. Steve was doing this for his team. For America.

Steve went down onto his knees. Loki leaned forward looking more like the villain Steve had fought in Stuttgart.

“Please, Loki, can you find it in your heart to invest in me and my team?” Steve said through clenched teeth.

“Hmm,” Loki rubbed his jaw in thought. “Nope!”

There was a howl of laughter before Steve was teleported to the sidewalk outside of the tower.

#my writing #frostiron #Parent Tony Stark #Parent Loki #Oneshot

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