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Dirty Work 20

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: weekends aren't for rest, they're for being sick and anxious so Monday will be a treat.

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As you enter, you try your best not to make too much noise. You set the bags down lightly and ease the inner door shut. You can hear your dad and the soft sound of puzzle pieces meeting the table.

“Ya know, thirty years almost, but I can see her just like yesterday,” he says.

Your heart clutches. You never heard him talk about your mom. When you were a kid and didn’t know better, he just ignored all your questions about her. When you got older, you stopped asking. You figured it’s easier for both of you to pretend she never was.

“I’m sorry, hon,” Leslie comforts, “you know, in my line of work, I’ve seen it over and over. It’s a wound you can’t heal.”

“Oh yeah,” he grits, “yeah, I’d say…”

You swallow and lean back on your foot, crinkling the bags behind you. You cringe as you hear sudden movement. You turn and work to slip off the white loafers. You pretend like you weren’t listening as Leslie’s shadow looms from the archway.

“You’re home,” she proclaims, “we didn’t think you’d be so early.”

“Me either,” you say as you face her.

Her lashes flick and her mouth opens, “oh my, you look so good! Weren’t you working today?”

“Uh, did some work,” you lie, “I got a few hours off so I… did some running around.”

“Oh, gosh, come on, you have to show your dad,” she takes you by the wrist and tugs you around, “Charles, look at your girl.”

She presents you with her hands on your shoulders. You can’t even look at your dad as the couch creaks and he grunts at your appearance. He snorts and pushes another piece into the puzzle.

“What am I looking at?” He sneers.

“Charles, don’t be like that. Look at her hair, and this dress,” she touches your hips, “must be a nice job, huh?”

“It’s alright,” you shimmy out of her grasp, “I just… needed something more presentable–”

“Something shorter,” your father scoffs, “so when she’s bending to tidy the floors you can see right up.”

“Charles, that’s gross,” Leslie reprimands.

“Truth can be like that,” he snickers, “think some man’s buying her fancy clothes so she can sweep? We both know how she pays for you.”

“No… it’s not…” you shrug and give up, “I’m gonna put my stuff away and start dinner. If you want, you can head off early too.”

“Oh, I don’t mind sticking around,” Leslie says as she once more sits beside your dad, “let me know if you need any help with dinner. Don’t wanna get anything on that nice little dress.”

You nod and hesitate. You can’t tell what she means by that. For as much as she can call out your father, she often speaks with an edge of her own. Just like the cigarettes, she must assume his insults are your fault.

You leave the room and grab the bags. You carry them up the stairs to your room. You shut the door and sit on the end of the bed. You bend and cradle your head, trying to set it straight after the dizzying day.

👠

The bus provides a momentary break from your hostile world. There is no safe place for you. Home is barely that and work is… confusing. Your only escape is to focus on your tasks and get through them. Get through Mr. Laufeyson’s list then come home and the chores left untouched.

Your look at the time on your phone and black the screen. You get a glimpse of your reflection off the glass as you do. You didn't do too bad with the makeup. It looks okay. You tried not to use too much as you recalled Eliana's instructions.

You shake off your doubts and airy feeling around your legs. You're not use to the skirt or the pretty fabrics. You feel overdressed and out-of-place, but the latter is so new to you.

Through the gate and along the edge of the drive, you hear your name flutter in the air. You stop short as you see Frigga strolling along the hedges, caressing the petals of a rose. She draws away and strides towards you, an ivory skirt paired with a golden brown blouse and nude heels.

“You do start early, don’t you?” She approaches and takes your hand, “come, let’s have tea.”

“Oh, uh, I…” you let her tug you along the walkway towards the front door, “the carpenter is coming today–”

“Ah yes, Loki mentioned you were working on restoring the gazebo. That’s lovely. We used to have tea there, me and… his wife. She was a laugh.”

“Mm,” you hum. Whoever this woman was, she must’ve been very special. You imagine a beautiful woman with silky hair and long legs like Frigga. She must’ve fit right in.

“I suppose if it was meant to be, it would be. I only hope my son can find happiness again,” she squeezes your hand before she lets you go.

She opens the door and waves you in ahead of her. You slip out of your flats much easier than your usual lace-up sneakers. She steps out of her heels and sighs.

“That’s his problem, you know? He’s lonely but too proud to admit it,” she sidles around you and leads you down to the kitchen. You follow and watch as she goes to the counter and pours from the waiting teapot. “Though I haven’t seen him today. I suppose he’s sleeping in, it is the weekend.”

You tilt your head but don’t comment. For as long as you’ve worked for him, not very long at all, he’s never slept past your arrival. Well, not so far as you know.

“I do love this skirt,” she comes back around the counter and touches the tweed, “wonderful pairing,” she touches the blouse with the petal shaped cutouts around the high-collar, “you’re learning.”

“Um, yeah, all the clothes are so pretty,” you say.

“Please, have your tea. I’m sure you have time before the carpenter,” she urges.

“Right, er, I’ll just take my bag upstairs first,” you say, “out of the way.”

“Sure,” she accepts with a kind smile, “how about I take this out to the patio, we can enjoy the sun?”

“Alright,” you agree and hike up your bag, “thank you.”

You quickly flit off and head upstairs. You weren’t expecting her to be there. You just hadn’t thought of it. You only dreaded facing your unbendable boss and his persistent stare.

You go into the library and tuck your bag under the writing desk. You double check the schedule in your phone; Ronan, 10. You have an hour before he arrives.

Your mind is already on the gazebo as you scurry back into the hall. As you shut the door gently, you hear a groan. You peer down towards the unusual noise and blink at the slightly ajar door. The main bedroom. Mr. Laufeyson’s. It rises again before a drawn out exhale, his timbre rumbling low.

You quickly set back to your path and flee downstairs. Maybe he’s talking in his sleep, or more likely, stretching out a few kinks. Your curiosity quickly dissipates as you pass through the dining room and out into the patio.

Frigga sits with large pointed sunglasses over her eyes. She tilts her face up to the sunlight as you sit before the other cup of tea. You pull it close and look out at the yard. A streak of green catches your gaze.

You watch the hummingbird hover over fuchsia petals. You stare dreamily, lulled by the peace of the moment as Frigga merely sips and basks. This isn’t so bad. The bird zips between flowers before disappearing behind a tree. In his stead, the skittish chipmunk scrambles along the railing of the patio. You smile at his fluffy tail.

“I’ll be off tomorrow,” Frigga states, “my husband will be expecting me. Oh, but I’ll miss you, darling.”

“Is it very far?” You wonder.

“Four or five hours,” she answers, “not very far but enough. It’s so lovely up where we are. I wish you could see. Perhaps one day. When things are better.”

Before you can answer, there’s a subtle click behind you.

“Morning,” Mr. Laufeyson’s voice is unleashed onto the scene as the patio door swings inward, “mother,” he pauses before he enunciates your name, “beautiful day out.”

Your shoulders stiffen and nearly touch your ears as you sit straight. He pulls out the chair at your other elbow and sets down another teacup with a clink. He sits and smooths back his dark hair, tucking the spiralled ends behind his ears.

“Late morning,” his mother remarks, “any tea left?”

“Some, shall I–”

He puts his hands flat, moving to stand but she shoos him as she’s quicker to rise, “I’ll get it myself. And you darling,” she dips her chin in your direction, “more?”

“Oh, no thanks, I’m still… working on mine. Thank you, Frigga,” you say, mindful of each syllable.

She leaves and the door clicks shut behind her. You stare at the brim of your cup, turning it slowly between your hands as Laufeyson raises his own to his lips. He drinks carefully before putting it down again.

He’s quiet. He shifts and plants an elbow on the table. He turns his attention to the yard and watches. You dare to look up as well, the chipmunk poking his head out from the bush where he hides. He ran away at Mr. Laufeyson’s arrival.

“Cute little fellow,” he remarks as he faces you again. You quickly lower your eyes.

“Uh, yeah…”

“Mmm,” he drones and taps his fingers on the porcelain teacup, “you… that’s a nice shirt.”

“Thanks,” you lift your cup and drain most of it, gulping painfully as you put it back down, “I should go start. Ronan will be here shortly–”

“The carpenter?”

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson, I have him penned in–” You explain.

“And? He is a carpenter, he knows what he’s doing. I doubt he needs you watching over his shoulder.”

“I know, uh, but I should be there to let him in,” you slide your cup off the table.

“You’re not even done your tea.”

“I’ll finish on my way in–”

“You’re avoiding me,” he accused and you wince.

“What?”

“You’re running away? Why?” He challenges.

“I’m not, I– I have work to do.”

“Work I give you. I’m your boss, you may sit and finish. I’ll permit it.”

You falter and set the cup on the table. You lower yourself back to the seat and fold your hands. You look at your lap and push your shoulders back. He is back to his haughty demands, you find that part of him easier to handle.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Laufeyson, I wasn't running away.”

He scoffs thinly and his nostrils flare as he stares off at the hedges that edge the patio, “I wonder why you can be so quick to flee me when you sat and let my brother feel you up.”

“Huh?” You blanch, stuck by the accusation. “Mr. Laufeyson, I–”

“I know him well and I’m not as blind as my mother. I saw it. You didn’t say a word. You just let him do it,” he clucks, “why?”

Your eyes round and you bat your lashes. You nearly choke, the acidic flavour of the tea drying on your tongue. Was it that bad? You tried not to think about it, to let it affect you, even as the memories flashed in your head, you just tried not to feel anything about it.

“I didn’t… well… he’s your brother, Mr. Laufeyson, I didn’t want to assume… to offend–” you stammer.

“So you let him do what he wants?” He snarlss as he turns his sights on you, a brow arch tritely. “You do not work for him, you work for me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to do,” you sputter, confused by his anger. “I tried to…”

Your voice trails off. No, you didn’t try. You were too afraid too. He’s right, you let Thor keep touching you and you didn’t say anything, you didn’t move, you just froze up.

“It makes me wonder,” he cups his chin, leaning on his elbow, “how far would you let him get, hm?”

“Mr. Laufeyson,” you whimper, “I’m sorry–”

“Did you like how he touched you?”

“N-no, Mr. Laufeyson, no, of course not,” you plead.

“You do not want him to touch you?” He prompts.

“No, I… didn’t know how to say—”

“Shhh,” he hushes you, lifting his chin from his hand and pressing his finger to his lips. He pulls his hand away to point at you, “I’ve a better question…” He reaches towards you and you flinch. You quiver as he traces the cutout along the top of your blouse, “how far would you let me go?”

You squirm as he hooks his finger inside the teardrop window in the fabric. His fingertip brushes you as he gives a slight tug, looming closer as he draws you towards him. He smirks as you stare dumbfounded. What is he doing?

“My brother will not touch you again,” his voice is low and rocky, “I will make sure of it.” He tickles you slightly and rescinds his hand, “and you will make sure to remember who you belong to.”

He sits back and hooks his fingers in the handle of the porcelain mug. As if on cue, the french doors open behind you and Frigga trills as she emerges, “oh, just enough tea,” she announces, “I added a dash of honey this time.”

She places the cup by her empty chair but does not sit. She twirls and paces around the patio, going to the flower boxes along the rail. She leans in to examine them.

“Perhaps the carpenter could have a look here, it’s crooked,” she declares. “And I dare say the guest room has a loose floorboard right near the bed.”

“Mm, perhaps, mother,” Laufeyson drawls as he once more raises his cup, his eyes stuck on you, “my house manager will be sure to ask, won’t she?”

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson,” you wisp out through your constricted throat, barely registering his command.

You can only hear his previous words echoing, over and over; remember who you belong to. Belong to… No, you only work for him.

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Smut request for Eddie, but I’m worried you might think it’s too close to your single!dad series! But I’m just gonna give it to you anyway because you’re my favorite smut writer. Dad!eddie and babysitter!reader? (Obviously 18+)

author’s note: it’s not at all!! i really wanted to try out something a little different so hopefully this isn’t terrible lol. i hope you enjoy!

cw: 18+ (minors dni), large age gap (21 & 36), dad!eddie, power dynamic (but it’s still pretty balanced, just given the content), virgin!reader, oral (f&m receiving), fingering, all the sex stuff—don’t come into my inbox with bs, if you don’t like, don’t read. but if you do, ily.

word count: 5.6k

Eddie liked to think that with being older came more wiser thoughts, actions—but through experience, he was still fumbling his way through life the same way he had back when in his early twenties, fresh out of high school and making the decent money that he could between shifts at the plant with Wayne, who had to nearly bribe his boss to give him the job, and the small shows he kept up with Corroded Coffin—not that it ever brought in a lot of money.

But, it did bring him to the life he had now; nearing his late thirties, fresh divorcee and a spirited young daughter to prove it. He couldn’t even believe it himself half the time—marriage was never something he planned out, or kids, or searching for babysitters instead of opting to force his child into daycare—spending hours looking through possible prospects, vetting them thoroughly. It felt like he was living a dream most of the time, until reality plopped down on his lap with a giant grin on her face, stray curls cascading down her forehead.

“Do you have to go, daddy?” His daughter asks, “Can’t you play another night?”

Any shows he did now were more for his own enjoyment—monthly shows at a small bar at the edge of town. They gathered a decent crowd and lended to Eddie meeting some very friendly ladies, not that he cared that much.

He had his eyes elsewhere and it was a damn shame nothing would come of it—as horrible as he felt about.

“Sorry, sweetie—I made a promise.” He explains to her, trying his best to lay it out in her terms, “You know I can’t break promises.”

You step through the door only a few moments after, overnight bag snug over your shoulder as you squealed gleefully at his daughter—her previous qualms about Eddie leaving disappearing in an instant.

“You could stay home and play board games with us!” She suggests excitedly, pulling at your hand. You smile knowingly at Eddie, it was typical behavior that didn’t surprise either of you.

“Yeah, Mr. Munson—she’s a pro at connect four, believe me.”

You say his name the way he hates, the way you know he hates. He’s told you time and time again—Eddie. It’s Eddie.

It felt like you were doing it on purpose most of the time.

And so what if you were?

“Oh, I do.” He smiles smugly, crinkling his nose toward the young girl as he fetches his keys from the letting. “Her mom said she might come tonight—maybe in the morning. I can never really predict her, but you’re fine with staying the night just in case, right?”

“I did bring my bag for a reason.” You retort with a playful tease to your tone, swinging the back around as you drop it on the empty loveseat. “You know I don’t have a problem with it.”

“I just—there’s no telling how tonight is going to go.” Eddie admits.

There was no telling how drunk he was going to get—that’s what he means to say. Your eyebrow quirks up in interest and Eddie only shakes his head. There was never any judgment—his life was his life. But, being so young and naive still, it made you wonder how life could really be as you grew older. Eddie seemed to be happy; great friends, nice house, a small but close knit family, he had it all.

Eddie felt the monotony set in the moment he tied himself down to his ex-wife, but being newly single—it had sparked something inside him that wouldn’t die out. Maybe it was an early midlife crisis, a lapse of judgment, but it made him want the things he knew he couldn’t have.

The clues weren’t there initially either. Eddie was as respectful and stern as you expected when you first met, scrutinizing and over-examining every part of your life—you were the secondary protector of his daughter outside of him, it only seemed fair.

But, things took a slow turn as you started to come around more—dinners were occasional, cigarettes out on the porch before you drove home, small talks about what you had to deal with while he was away that soon turned into Eddie being more open with his personal life, and in turn, yours.

There wasn’t a part of his life that was much of a secret anymore—you knew the dirtiest details, the saddest ones. He confided in you a little too easily, but you were just as much at fault for letting it happen.

The first night things shift, you keep telling yourself it’s not actually happening. You had your keys in hand, ready to step out the door until Eddie grasps at your wrist, nodding you back in for a glass of wine, Chardonnay, or whatever the hell he kept around in his cabinet.

“I…don’t drink wine, Eddie.” You say wearily, not complaining about the tug on your wrist as you follow him.

“I forget—you probably like beer, don’t you?” He teases, “At least I did at your age.”

Admittedly, you were twenty one—so it wasn’t like you were doing anything wrong per-say. You had graduated, opted out of college, and made most of your living through odd jobs and nannying—Eddie’s was probably the most stable you’ve been, even if you weren’t a live-in. You saw his daughter nearly everyday, dealt with his chaotic ex-wife as often as he did, and it felt like you had embedded yourself in his life. Eddie couldn’t complain, he liked having you around.

“I—I really shouldn’t.” You say regretfully, twisting the key in your hand. Eddie senses your nervousness, leaning an arm out against his open fridge. “I have to drive home and I—“

“Just one.” Eddie barters, holding up the two frosted bottles, “You don’t have to finish it if you don’t want to.”

You smile slightly, nodding despite your better judgment.

“Fine. One.” You say sternly, “And you still have to pay me for this week, don’t think I forgot.”

“Can you stretch it a week?” He asks, “I promised the little devil I’d get her that guitar she’s been begging for and her birthday is in a couple days.”

“I know.” You tell him obviously, but the smile you return is sweet. “But that’s fine—just, next week for sure. I have to pay rent.”

“Promise.” He grins, a perfect smile that has you clenching your thighs together every time. “Cheers.”

The clink of the bottles is deafening and Eddie moves to the corner of the counter where you take your seat in the barstool, leaning his torso over as he sips at the beer.

Being close wasn’t strange—you’ve sat next to him on the couch, at the dinner table, but the air is so thick you feel it caught in your throat. Your eyes flick up as the bottle tips to your lips, letting out a small giggle as he tips it up with his finger, a small amount of the liquid trickling down the side of your mouth.

You recover with a small cough, shoving at him weakly.

“Hey, that’s not nice.” You say, feigning annoyance. “You’re wasting a perfectly good beer.”

“Sorry,” He lies, taking a long chug of his own before placing it down on the counter. “So, plans for the weekend?”

He asked every week, it wasn’t strange to you. Eddie always seemed genuinely interested, but for some reason, it didn’t feel like that now—and maybe he was just stringing you along to keep you here, but you played into it so well.

You wanted it—maybe not as bad as him, but it was there.

“No,” You say shyly, shaking your head, “Just my bed and a couple movies. Same old thing.”

“No bars? No clubs?”

“Nope.” Your lips pop around the consonant, taking a small slip before shoving the bottle toward the middle. “They don’t interest me.”

“Come on,” He prys playfully, “There’s gotta be something you do for fun, sweetheart?”

And it was the same thing he had called you after a week of taking in the job, a kind endearment that didn’t make you feel any certain way, a sweet way to differentiate from calling you by your name, but it sits on his tongue like sin—begging for you to lick it off, let him defile you the way he desperately wanted to. It wasn’t lost on either of you how tense the air had become—it was Eddie’s web and he had you caught.

And as much as you enjoyed it, tonight just wasn’t the night.

He’d had a bit too much to drink, alcohol dripping from his breath.

“That is fun.” You insist, “Some of us don’t need to go out to the club and relive our younger years to feel good, you know?”

It’s meant with all the care in the world, a playful jab for how insistent he was being in keeping you here tonight, dragging out the conversation instead of getting to the point.

You would’ve been more satisfied if he had just kissed you at the door and let you leave, but then again, this was pretty enjoyable.

“You’ve never seen me play,” Eddie points out, “I think you’d really enjoy it.”

“I’m sure I would,” You agree before shaking your head slightly, “but I wouldn’t be caught dead at that bar.”

Eddie makes a face, a little taken aback at the insult.

“How come?” He asks curiously.

“A bunch of creepy old men who stick around to prey on the younger girls who sit and watch you play—no thank you.”

Eddie laughs through his nose, leaning into your space slightly.

“What about me?” He asks, wide eyes glazed over in a haze.

“Creepy? No.” You assure him. “Old—-eh?”

“I’m thirty six, that hurts.” Eddie pouts slightly.

“So old,” You reinforce, “We should probably put you into a retirement home already.”

“I can promise you, sweetheart.” Eddie says menacingly, bottom lip pulling between his teeth briefly to nip at the skin. “Nothing about me is old.”

Your eyebrows raise in subtle interest, leaning forward slightly.

“I could show you.” He suggests, eyes glancing down at your lips briefly before catching your gaze. He’s close enough that you can feel his breath, see the freckles on his face this close, faint but there. “If you want.”

He can see the gears in your head turning, deciding. But, it quickly fades as you pull back, his lips barely brushing yours.

“I have to go.” You tell him again, insisting more sternly despite how kind your voice sounds. “Eddie, we can’t.”

He looks instantly dejected, pulling back slightly and rubbing at his eyes with the palms of his hands. He’d forget this in the morning surely, his words had been slurring together most of the night and he wouldn’t have acted so boldly otherwise—would he?

“Let me walk you.” He insists, sliding your bottle toward the trash, his own following until the clink to the bottom.

The walk is slow, palpable, his toes on your heels as he hovers behind you. He grabs the door handle before you can reach for it, pulling it open silently.

“Tell her happy birthday for me?” You ask hopefully, knowing you wouldn’t be around in the day despite how much you wanted to be. “Please?”

Eddie nods quietly, lips pursed together in a tight line.

“Yeah, of course.” He assures you. “Goodnight.”

You lean up on your toes as you turn, caution to the window as you press a chaste kiss to his cheek, stubble rubbing against the sensitive skin of your lip. You can feel the sigh Eddie releases as you make contact, his hand coming to rest against your hip gently, a featherlight touch that if you were to have blinked you would surely miss.

“Goodnight.” You smile, words spoken against his skin.

It’s the same touch Eddie reminds himself of as he tightens his hand around his cock that night, stretched out and writhing on his bed in the loneliness of his empty house—and god did he wish you were there to keep him company.

His ex-wife shows up an hour before midnight, a lot more put together than you’d usually expect, but she fetches her daughter without fuss, leaving you to clean up the mess left behind.

It doesn’t take long, only a little over a half an hour—and your immediate thought is to leave, get the hell out of there, enjoy your weekend like you planned, but you still hadn’t been paid for the week prior, and you’d be damned if Eddie didn’t follow through like he promised.

“Hey—“ His voice is soft as he shakes you away, your figure hunched over the arm of the couch where you napped briefly, peering up at him through bleary eyes. You poured slightly, his face becoming clearer by the second, “did she pick her up?”

He looks surprisingly sober, which is unusual for him.

Admittedly, it was a weird night. His mind had been racing all day, he didn’t play as well as he’d wanted, and he spent the entire night hoping you’d still be there when he got home.

At least one thing has gone right for him.

“What time is it?” You ask, avoiding the question.

“A little after midnight.” He tells you, watching as you leaned up from your reclined position, adjusting your clothes and smoothing out your hair as best you could.

“Uh yeah—yeah, an hour ago.” Your speech is slow and spacey, “Why?”

“Well, I figure you would have left already.” Eddie says admittedly, running a hand through his tousled curls, the hairstyle never changed—and you were kind of grateful for it.

You’d seen pictures of him younger, mid-twenties and dating all the way back to his first day of high school—he didn’t look all that different aside from the slight aging in his face, worry lines buried into the corner of his eyes and that light scruff he wore every now and then when he didn’t shave for a week.

“You still need to pay me.” You retort with a tinge of annoyance, holding your hand out expectantly.

Eddie snorts, reaching for his wallet and slapping the fold of bills into your hand. He hadn’t forgotten at all.

“Did you have a good time?” You ask curiously, stuffing the money in your wallet before burying it back into the back placed on the coffee table, kicking your feet up behind you on the cushion as you stared up expectantly.

You could’ve fled immediately after he handed over the cash, but something was telling you otherwise. Eddie frowned slightly but it disappeared as quickly as it came.

“It was alright.” He tells you halfheartedly, “I hope my kid didn’t give you too much of a hard time, she can be a little, uh—“

“She’s never a problem for me.” You assure him.

There’s a long beat of silence as Eddie lingers about, hands shoved in his pocket as he leans against the wall. You hadn’t talked about that night, hadn’t even mentioned it, but it was still heavy on your mind—and hopefully just as heavy on his.

You pat the cushion next to you expectantly, friendly—it wasn’t out of the ordinary or weird, and Eddie doesn’t hesitate as he throws himself down lazily, stretched out at the other corner as he kicks his shoes off and onto the floor, smiling at you like he always did.

“No groupies tonight?” You tease, knowing he’d had a few experiences with them, none of them memorable or positive.

They were always messy and weird and everything he hated.

Eddie mocks a laugh and rolls his eyes slightly, “I shouldn’t have gone out tonight anyways, too much on my mind.”

You give him a skeptical look, turning to him fully with your arms bugged around your legs, chin tucked up by your knees. He tries to ignore how innocent you look, wide eyes and eager, hanging on his every last word.

“You wouldn’t understand.” He excuses, letting out a deep, heavy sigh as he rests his head against the back of the couch, legs spreader unnecessarily wide. Your eyes draw to the stretch in his jeans near his groin, quickly darting up to meet his gaze with a soft smile.

“Try me.” You shrug, tongue poking out slightly between teeth as you bite down gently, “You’d be surprised.”

Eddie huffs again, a mix between a laugh and flippant noise of dismissal, “Come closer.” He suggested, motioning toward the cushion positioned between you two. You crawled forward without question, resuming a similar position. “Are you uncomfortable?”

“No—this couch feels amazing, actually.” You tell him honestly.

“Sweetheart.” He says like a prayer, head tilted down slightly despite how his gaze still stays. “That’s not what I mean.”

And he’s not drunk—stone cold fucking sober, actually. That’s what intimidates you the most, his willingness to do whatever he felt he needed to have you. It wasn’t just the influence of fuzzy inhibitions. It was genuine, selfish want. Something he knew he shouldn’t have, couldn’t have—yet here you were.

“Around you?” You ask, he nods slowly. “Never.”

The touch he returns is careful, fingers wrapping around your ankle gently, rubbing soft touches into the skin. You follow his movements, the silence lingering.

“And now?” Eddie asks quietly, eyes flicking toward you briefly before returning back to his slowly moving hand.

A slow drag of his middle finger up your calf, up under the curve of your knee until he can wrap his fingers around it and widen your legs slightly, arms spilling from where they’re snug and tight around you, forcing you to sit up slightly. There’s no resistance when he pushes your legs apart, eyes darting toward the apex of your thighs. Your breath catches slightly, hands falling behind you in an effort to keep you upright. You’ve never been more thankful than to have chosen a dress on a night like this and Eddie can’t even act like he’s able to keep it together, thin lace panties on display before his very eyes.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks when you don’t answer his first question, your chest rising and falling rapidly at his lingering touch, guiding along the inside of your thigh. The leg that isn’t bracketed against the back of the couch falters to the floor, spreading you so wide that Eddie has no other choice but to rub his fingers over the clothed mound of your cunt, pulling a soft gasp from your chest. “Answer me.”

“Nono,” You rush out embarrassingly quickly, “please, don’t.”

It’s exactly what he wants to hear. Needy, desperate—everything he was feeling just as intensely.

“Have you ever been touched like this?” He asks, words careful and precise, his movements as such, dragging a single finger down the seam, pressing into the growing spot of wetness there.

And you can’t take your eyes off of him, same as he does for you, it’s so much more than admiring your body, rather admiring the way you react to his touches, taking it all in. Your mouth hangs slightly, soft breathy gasp escaping.

You shake your head shyly. As much as you would’ve liked to lie and say you had tons of experience, you didn’t. Most of the time you lied, afraid of the ridicule, but you’d been saving yourself for someone special—and if that was Eddie, so be it.

His finger curves around the barrier of your underwear, forcing it to the side until there’s skin against skin and he feels it, if he wasn’t attempting be so coy he’d make a comment about how wet you already were, but the words are lost on him as he drags a finger through the pool of wetness and presses gently against your clit, unmoving as he watches you.

“Is this okay?” He checks in again. There was never a doubt in his mind, but he needed to ask for reassurance, to know that he wasn’t just dreaming again. “Do you like it?”

You bite harshly at your bottom lip, nodding a fervent yes in response. The heat invades your face, your eyes, practically your entire body as it flushes under Eddie’s gaze. The tension had always been there, but it had finally snapped and you couldn’t help but stare at him now, watching as his face contorted into his own version of pleasure, idly running his open palm over the front of his pants, palming his growing cock as it sat heavy in his jeans.

“Talk to me, sweetheart.” He encourages, “Don’t go shy on me now.”

You giggle softly—it was completely unlike you, knowing you talked his ear off every chance you had, but there wasn’t a single word or thought in your head that made sense right now.

“I’m sorry,” You apologize meekly, “I don’t know what—what to say.”

Eddie smiles warmly, head resting back against the couch as he slips a finger inside you wordlessly, just the beginning of his first knuckle, not enough of an intrusion to make you feel anything.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” He says softly, “how you feel, maybe?”

“Good,” You chirp quickly, “I’m okay.”

His finger pushes in more, breaching past the tight entrance and you gasp, finally breaking eye contact as your head luls back, gaze caught on the ceiling as he moves slowly, pulling his finger out gently before pushing back in—it’s torture, count throbbing with every movement he made. You could hear the soft ruffle of fabric, metal against metal and a zipper being undone and when you finally have the courage to look up, you’re not sure you’ll ever recover.

It’s not the first dick you’ve seen and you’re not sure it will be the last, but you can’t help staring and taking it all in. They’re never pretty or enticing or enough to make your mouth water—but with Eddie, that’s all out the window.

He’s thick, cut, and everything that intimidates you. He’s confident in the way he holds him, let’s spread wide as his hands come down to cup his balls gently before traveling up his shaft, squeezing over the sensitive head.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He coos, pulling his working fingers out to glide over your clit, rubbing soft and timid circles until you’re moaning out his name—it’s like music to his ears. “You’ve really never done anything?”

“I’ve—I’ve kissed boys.” You admit, “And girls—but never, never—“

“Never let them touch you,” He finishes for you, “have you?”

You nod, affirming his statement.

“Can I have you?” He asks softly, voice sweet and dripping with adoration, “I want you to be sure, don’t lie to me.”

And you can’t even properly describe how badly you’ve wanted him. It felt like crossing a line—like sleeping with your boss, but lust wins you over.

You nod slowly, “Yes. Just—I don’t know what I’m doing, not really. I don’t want to screw anything up.”

“There’s not much to it,” He comforts, removing his hand from your aching cunt and grabbing your own hand, guiding it over his dick, pulling his shirt up slightly where the tip rests against his lower stomach. You always forget how toned he is, how well he takes care of his body, always hiding himself under his work clothes and suits, “I’ll talk you through, okay?”

“Okay.” You answer, letting him squeeze your fingers around the shaft, dragging your hand up slightly before pulling back down, creating a slow rhythm. He grunts softly, eyes half-lidded as he continues the motion until he thinks you’ve got it, resting his hand over your thigh, traveling up until he can squeeze at the curve of your hip, feet tucked under you as you lean over his lap slightly. It’s like soft velvet against your even softer fingertips—Eddie notices the difference immediately, used to his horrible calloused hands all worked and worn out from his jobs, the joints aching with age. It gets the job down, but it’s never as good as this. Ever.

It does grow boring though—not that you didn’t enjoy every soft sound and subtle face that Eddie made when you squeezed him a little too harshly or teased your thumb over the head of his cock, swirling through the oppulescent precome heading at the tip.

“Can I—“ The words catch in your throat when his eyes lick on, peeking out from under his previously closed eyelids.

He sees the way you glance toward his dick, smiling at your bashful awkwardness and nods, “If you ask nicely, that is.”

He’s only teasing, but he loves watching you squirm, trying to find the courage to ask for what you want. You’re always so confident, sure of yourself—it’s one of the reasons Eddie adored you so much, there was never any doubt with you. He never had to worry.

“Please?” You retort playfully, watching as Eddie’s grin grew wider, “Please, Eddie?”

He nods, urging you down between his spread legs, forcing his jeans down further until he can remove them fully, letting you settle until you're comfortable.

You expect it to feel a little awkward, peering up at him as he does down to you, cock still heavy in your hand as he pushes your hair away, gathering it into his hands skillfully—but truthfully, the feeling never approaches.

You’ve talked to your friends about it before, seen small clips in porn, and none of it ever really made sense, and especially not now as you’re sitting between his legs, staring at his dick and hoping that you weren’t about to make a complete full of yourself.

“Don’t laugh.” You tell him, a small pout forming on your face.

“Never, sweetheart.” He comforts you, free hand rubbing the underside of your chin, following as your lips draw forward, closing over the head of cock, swirling your tongue testingly over the tip, through the slit to taste the salty slick of him that had formed there. Eddie groans softly, the first real noise he’s made all night, face scrunching up in concentration as he cradled your head, hair and all, as you moved your way down, taking him sparingly into your mouth until your lips connected with the hand you had around him, covering what you couldn’t reach.

“That’s it.” He compliments, “Fuck, that’s perfect.”

You barely acknowledge him, but given how hard you were trying to concentrate on not fucking up, he understood. His words flowed freely, openly, and once they started they never stopped.

“Look at you, so pretty with my dick in your mouth.” Eddie says softly, pulling your chin forward slightly from where he had a tight grip on your face, forcing you deeper. You gagged slightly, breathing through your nose. “Hold it, sweetheart. I know you can.”

If you weren’t so eager to please, you would’ve pulled away immediately, but you allow him to hold you there, cock heavy on your tongue until you can’t take it anymore, pulling away with a harsh gasp, lips shining obscenely as you stared up at Eddie.

It’s the same look he had the first time he met you, but a sharp edge of something more, something dangerous.

“Stand up,” He instructs, a guiding hand running along your thigh as you go, fingers delving under your dress to pull at your underwear, slipping the fabric down your legs carefully. He flips the fabric of your dress up, dragging the soft surface of his lips along your upper thigh, eyes following you the entire way, “good, sweetheart—can I taste you?”

You nod quickly, hands cautiously running over the top of his head and through his thick curls, whimpering soundly at the way he chuckles, deep and gruff against your cunt, raising your leg over his shoulder carefully, his hands resting at your back to steady you.

It’s like scolding hot fire with the first touch, his tongue delving deep and running up your cunt, ghosting along your clit as he bites playfully at your folds, looking up at you sparingly to gauge your reaction.

You couldn’t even act like you were able to keep it together, moaning unabashedly as the hands in his hair soon traveled down his back, body curling over him slightly as he made it his mission to torture you relentlessly, sucking at your sensitive clit until you’re softly tapping at his back, silently begging for a break while the words are still caught in your throat.

“Tapping out already?” He teases, squeezing the soft globes of your ass. You shake your head defiantly, peaking his interest

“I want you,” You tell him coyly, “I’ve been thinking about it and—“

“Oh, hey—“ He soothes, “That’s special, you don’t have to give that to me, sweetheart. You’ve already given me plenty.”

Another defiant head shake, shoving his hands away as you took a careful seat on his lap, his eyes following you intensely, arms held out at his side as you seated yourself against his cock, the heat of your cunt striking his body with the reality of this situation.

“No, you don’t get to do that.” You tell him, noticing the concerned look on his face, “I’m capable of making my own decisions.”

Eddie smiles slightly, reaching up to cradle the side of your face tenderly. He can see the subtle pout on your face, bottom lip poking out slightly—and he feels the overwhelming want to kiss you, force it off of your face. So, he does.

And he kisses with a forcefulness you’ve never felt—he’s not timid or unsure. Eddie’s confident, given his experience, he had no reason to doubt himself. You whimpering softly, his teeth pulling your bottom lip in, tongue sneaking its way in and tasting the saltiness of himself on you. He pulls away briefly, nose bumping yours.

“One problem, sweetheart,” Eddie starts regretfully, “I don’t have any condoms—I’m not really used to using them anymore.”

You shake your head fervently, “That’s not a problem.” You assure him, “Trust me.”

You didn’t need to explain and Eddie didn’t feel the need to ask—it wasn’t hard to piece the information together. But god, he’s never been more thankful for modern medicine.

“You sure?” Eddie asks again, lips grazing yours as he speaks, chin resting against his fingers, rubbing delicately at your skin. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Eddie,” You chide softly, “I want you to fuck me.”

He laughs at that, your boldness startling him slightly.

And he doesn’t need to be told more than once, taking control of the situation as he lifts your hips, bracing you over the head of his cock, allowing you to ease down at your own pace. It’s nothing like you were expecting, more of a dull sting if anything—but the filling of fullness, it’s overwhelming.

You rock your hips gently, watching as Eddie’s eyes fell to the place where you were joined with him, dress lifted up slightly as he reached for your clit, rubbing gentle circles to distract your wandering mind—and it works perfectly, gasping when you feel him deep, buried inside you as the back of your thighs hit his lap.

“God, you’re fucking perfect.” He comments idly, eyes falling shut as he leaned back—and it’s infuriating that you can’t see his chest, hidden behind the buttons of his shirt; a ridiculous black button up, making him look well beyond his years. You yank at the buttons with steady hands until the skin peeks through and you can shove the shirt off his shoulders, hands placed firmly against his chest.

You’ve never seen his tattoos this close, not that you could focus much now, but your hand closes over the one of his chest and your blunt fingertips dig into the skin as you lift your hips and seat yourself just as swiftly, punching a ragged groan from the both of you.

“Knew you’d be this good,” Eddie admits, “Thought—thought about it every fucking night.”

“Oh?” You challenge softly, “Tell me?”

Eddie nods, though the struggle to remain cool is evident on his face, losing his focus every time you clench around him, grunting with every little movement you make.

“Just like this,” He admits, “taking me so fucking well, too.”

You nod in agreement, humming as you leaned forward to drag your lips along his jawline, “Like…I was made for you?” You ask teasingly, giggling at his airy groan.

“You’re fucking devious,” Eddie retorts, “not nearly as innocent as I thought you’d be.”

His hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you impossibly deeper, closer, and you can’t bother to keep yourself upright, letting him do the work, hips snapping into you with force.

“What—what do you mean?” You stammer through broken gasps, “I’m so innocent, Eddie.”

“Not a chance,” Eddie disagrees, eyes squeezing tight as he buried his face into your neck, sucking a faint bruise into the skin, “be honest with me.”

“I wasn’t—wasn’t lying.” You respond, words dying out on a desperate plea, his hand snaking between you both, rubbing insistent circles over your clit. “I don’t do this stuff—was waiting for the right person, you know?”

Eddie nearly comes then, panting desperately into your skin.

“You think I’m the right person?” Eddie asks redundantly, given your current situation—that was pretty goddamn obvious.

“Your cock is inside me, what do you think?” You ask playfully, eyebrows furrowing in anguish as Eddie makes a quick pass over your swollen bundle of nerves, driving you over the edge unexpectedly, clinging to Eddie out of instinct, letting him rock you through the duration of your orgasms until he’s coming deep inside you, legs shaking as he groans pitifully.

And despite his obvious exhaustion, he retorts a snarky, “I think I’m the perfect person, sweetheart.”

You smile, leaning forward to press a sloppy, passionately filled kiss against his lips, nodding slightly at his response.

“Same time next week?” You ask cheekily and Eddie chuckles in response, biting gently at your shoulder at your obvious playfulness.

Eddie hums thoughtfully, “How about tomorrow?”

And even if you had plans, they diminished into thin air, offering Eddie an affirmative smile.

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sinsandsweetness · 7 months

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Girl I have a weird fantasy about Daryl being a trucker before the world ended, like he’s older and picks me up on the side of the road after I’ve left home and tells me if he’s gonna take me where I want I go, I’ve gotta give him somthing to make it worth it.

Then giving him sloppy road-head and getting fucked in the cab till I’m dumb

Absolutely love your writing babe 😘

I actually rlly love this. especially since I’ve dated a truck driver who looks like young Norman and will literally sleep the whole time in the cab when he goes on jobs…

I imagine you sitting in the passenger seat, cross legged and snacking on some licorice from a gas station. You’re almost 6 hours into the drive. Still another two nights until you’re in the state you actually want to be in. Nice and far from all the bullshit you’re running away from.

Daryl keeps glancing over at you reading your book, leaned up against the window. Paying special attention to how short your denim cutoffs are and how tight your white tanktop is. Leaving almost nothing to the imagination. The thought dawns on him that in two hours, when the sun has set and both of your eyelids are getting all heavy, he’ll have to pull over at a rest stop. And when he saw you with your duffel bag and your bright red boots, sticking your thumb out as you walked along the shoulder of the highway, he didn’t think about the fact that there’s only one bed in the cab. One, tiny, little mattress, and two of you. You’re way too far in the middle of nowhere to find a motel either. No service. No trace of civilization for at least a couple hundred miles.

Wow. You must be stupid or something. To get in a truck with a stranger. Hell, he could have been some kind of creep. Have you seen any horror movie ever?

He looks back over at you during his internal questioning. Gosh you’re pretty. Effortlessly stunning. Hair a little wild and undone. No makeup on that he can tell at least, but he’s never really been good at noticing that stuff anyway. You’ve got layers of mixed metal jewelry. Necklaces and rings and earrings. All glimmering in the golden hour sun. You kicked your boots off hours ago. Blue polish all chipped off nearly all of your toes. Truthfullt, you’re kind of a mess. A pretty one though.

“What?” You ask him, your honeyed voice brings his brain back to earth.

“Oh- uh… nothin’,” he looks back at the road. Where he should be looking anyway. “Just, it’s gonna be dark soon. Won’t be able to read.” He keeps darting his gaze over at you while he talks.

“That’s ok. I’m sure I’ll find something else to entertain myself with.”

“You should try and sleep. Don’t think we’ll pass a motel until tomorrow night.”

“Oh that’s okay, I’ll just sleep when you do.”

He was hoping you wouldn’t. He was hoping he could avoid the awkwardness of the sleeping situation altogether.

“Yeah, I mean if you want. There’s only one bed so I just thought-“

“What, you don’t wanna share?” You’re giving him a look that he can’t decipher. Are you… flirting with him? You toss your book into your bag and unbuckle your seatbelt.

“Uh- what are you- what are you doin’?” He asks as you climb into the back.

“Well since you’re kickin’ me to the floor I guess I’ll try and catch some z’s before you pull over.” He’s glancing back every few seconds. Trying to keep his attention on the road, but a little too intrigued by you peeling your shorts off to succeed in doing it.

“I’m not- I wouldn’t make you sleep on the floor, I just didn’t- I don’t want to -“ fuck. He didn’t want you to feel like you had to sleep with him. Like you had to share the dingy little sleeper cab that can barely fit his own broad shoulders, let alone another person. An incredibly attractive and insanely good smelling girl. One that’s bending over to fix the sheets and baring her lacy hot pink thong in the process. His eyes widen and get all shifty. Should he look? Should he pretend he doesn’t see?

“Don’t want to what? Sleep with me?” You scoff as you sit back on the bed thing your hair up into a messy blob at the top of your head with a hair tie.

“No I-”

“Don’t worry, I know what you mean. But I really don’t mind. In fact, I probably owe you anyway.”

“O-owe me? I already told you I’m going your way anyhow.” He says, reminding you of his refusal to take any cash.

“I know, but you’ve been so nice and sweet for picking me up in the first place. Wanna make it up to you.” You’re voice is low and sultry. And your words go straight to the tent in his jeans, the one that’s been half hard and ignored since he first invited you into the truck. He glances back at your half naked frame, relaxing into the sleeper cab mattress. Seeing your tanned legs and pretty panties. Wild hair and a playful, up to absolutely no good look in your eyes.

He wants to focus on the road. He does. But his mind is racing with all the ways you could make it up to him. Since you’re offering that is. And he really doesn’t know how much longer he can pretend he doesn’t want to pull over and plow you til the sun comes up. Especially with the way you’re looking at him, hand trailing down to tickle at the waistband of your underwear, biting your lip and flipping through your own filthy fantasies about the handsome, young trucker who’s been kind enough to help you out.

He catches your gaze as he glances back once more and the lustful look in his baby blues sends a jolt straight between your legs. You smile and lick your lips, wanting to be extra clear of your intentions,

“I’m ready whenever you are, pretty boy.”

#daryl dixon x reader #Daryl x you #Daryl x reader #daryl x y/n #preapocalypse daryl #daryl daydream #daryl imagine #daryl Drabble #reader insert

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urfavnegronerd · 9 months

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a little rant while im on break at my job

okay i know we're supposed to like ghostflower ships but i... i have some thoughts.

i see the love and lust between those two in into the spiderverse, miles is so giggly around gwen and gwen is slightly less unhinged (you ALL know what im getting at, love her but our good sis gwen is.... *hand motion*) etc. allat good stuff.

but i can't see that happening especially w the events of atsv, like there's definitely room for patching up the relationship but anything romantic between the two would feel forced as fuck i feel like. and maybe that's just me being an intensely passionate empath who likes to act like a nonchalant lil asshole, but still. i LOVE gwen, sony set her up beautifully for an amazing character arc that i'm so excited to see in the next one. HOWEVER, also this could just be me being an annoying little afro latina shit, she's not coming back from opening the collectible, going through miles' sketchbook w/o permission, and the shoes on the bed. that doesn't mean i HATE her i just can't look at her the same.

now a bitch is biased because black love is forever 🔛🔝, but also in the comics and video game miles has a black love interest. there was definitely also THE connection w/ miles and margo (however i'm also kinda in favor of prowlerbyte anyway--), and lil old me in the theatre was loosing it. i think that staying true to the aspect of black love interests is also going to be so important for the community, both comic/video game fans and black fans alike, mainly because of how black men interact with black women. speaking from experience i can't even count how many times i wanted to be the short lil white girl with blue eyes and blonde hair instead of the tall and awkward black girl with the wide nose and corkscrew curls. now here's where i think my personal bias kind of skews my opinion on this, but this franchise has been so important to SO many people. again speaking from experience, when i saw miles in atsv with the EXACT same hair texture as me i almost cried because no one in the history of ever has animated my kind of hair right and miles' hair was right. on top of this i saw so many little black boys practically tripping and falling in anticipation to see this movie in theatres. so i think i favor miles having a relationship with a black girl because this will reach such a new audience and possibly open doors for black men and boys to start treating black somebody and girls with respect. because if these little boys in the theatre see their like, idol for lack of a better word, treating black women and girls with respect i think then there's gonna be an aspect of healing within that.

i'm not really sure how well i'm communicating this, but i don't really think i can fully get behind the ghostflower ship. to me it feels really fucking forced in a way that kinda icks me out, however this is not to say i won't absolutely love the shit out of these two if it happens. in a way, this franchise feels like something the black community needs in several ways. like yeah this shit is pro black but FULLY pro black, not pro-black but anti gay, trans, or whatever the fuck. it shows blackness in a new way, artsy and nerdy but also really fucking cool at the same time and i never fucking got that as a little kid. like i kid you not the other black kids in school would call me a wanna be white girl. and to see someone with similar interests as me just sort of opens the world up??? like i visited my older sister at school in the dmv while wearing a spiderverse hoodie, and people actually wanted to talk to me about it!!! like not ina "oh i like ur sweatshirt ma" type thing like a "omg you like this movie too??" type thing and i just--

yeah i def strayed from the topic, but i hope our baby does get his lil black girl (or his lil gwen, from a big sisters perspective i don't hate her as a prospective partner i just think that there would need to be a clear breakdown in the difference of cultures. for example i was taught that anytime you meet anyone formally (like a parent or something) you shake their hand and or go in for a hug and kiss BOTH cheeks and talk about their home their clothes or whatever) but for like the sake of authenticity (sorry to be that asshole but come ON) but like.... flowerbyte 🥰🥰

did this make sense i feel like i word vomited like a bitch, idk maybe i'm projecting my personal shit into a franchise i really like

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leeehye · 10 months

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Sweet Truth - pt.2

“…I couldn’t let her see my true self and now she has this impression of me”

Summary pt2 ~ The next day things at the office things get tense when Y/n is offended before meeting. She questions why Mr. Choi (Seung Cheol) is undergoing strange changes

Warnings ⚠️ ~ fluff☁️, angst, may contain some smut in future parts, language, sexual assault ❗️- enjoy

a/n - it is finally here! I’m sorry it took long and I’m sorry if it seems like it’s all over the place but it will all connect! Thank you for all the love to part one! 💕

pt.1 recap (continued)

His gaze was fixed on me. He was hesitant to say whatever he wanted to say. I looked at him with innocent eyes ready to hear him.

“Um…I’ll see you tomorrow Miss Y/n” he said gently, patting my shoulder with his large hand and making his way around the car to the driver’s seat.

“Oh yeah! Yes sir goodnight! And I apologize again for my mom” I said with a nervous face and he gave me a small smile while getting in his car driving off. Releasing a sigh I whispered to myself

“Y/n what you were you expecting to hear from him...”

Next Morning

The next morning was like usual, everyone in their business and quietly working, meaning Seungcheol was here already. Setting down my bag on my desk I sat down and started to look through today’s schedule and started humming softly.

So focused on taking some notes my nose caught the smell of really nice cologne, gentle yet strong and…manly. It was bad that I knew who that was. I looked up and saw Seungcheol right next to me.

“Ah! Seung— Mr. Choi!” I exclaimed, jumping from his closeness. Clearing my throat hearing the awkward situation and workers now looking at us, I straightened my posture and looked at him.

“Um do you need anything sir?” I asked softly and he shook his head before checking his watch.

“Looks like you slept in today Miss Y/n…I was waiting for today’s schedule…” he said in a cocky voice I frowned, my eyebrows confused and quickly grabbed his hand looking at his watch. What was I thinking?

“Holy sh— so sorry sir I lost track of time!” I said gathering my stuff.

“You have an important meeting in like…less than... 5 minutes…” I said quickly, sprinting off to the meeting room.

In exactly 5 minutes all the executives walked in and some of them were already there. I was still setting up the projector, arranging the folders and just making sure everything was ready for Mr. Choi.

“You must be Mr. Choi’s new assistant” a male voice called to me and hearing my boss’s name made me turn. It was an older man, the important man that we were supposed to impress today. He was offering a great deal to Seungcheol.

“Oh um yes sir, I’m Y/n, Y/l/n Y/n” I said politely bowing my head. Before looking at him.

“That’s nice sweetheart, you’re a bit young huh sweetie?” he asked while some of his friends started to chuckle and some of my coworkers looked at him weirdly. I started to no like this guy.

“Um I’m Y/n sir…Please call me like that or just Miss, if it’s easier…And yeah I am young, yet Mr. Choi has never had a problem with my work” I said with not a harsh voice but not a soft one. I had to defend myself with this old dude.

He scoffed and started to eye me, his eyes moved down to my legs and towards my chest. I rolled my eyes and continued with my work. Yes I was uncomfortable, but it was still my job and I had to do it for Seung Cheol.

“Does Seung Cheol pay you well? I mean…unless you’ve already asked for a raise, you have the key to that” he said and I had lost it. I slammed the folders on the table and I was about to make my way to him but Jeonghan came in quickly held me back.

“Let go Jeonghan! this sick pervert is not even here for work!” I exclaimed glaring angrily at him as Jeonghan had his arm wrapped around through my stomach and waist and grabbed my slapping hand with the other one.

“Y/n please let’s just get out of here—” Jeonghan whispered, trying to avoid a big conflict. I was still struggling in his grip and the man laughed.

“Isn’t she a feisty one?” he said and kept on with his disgusting glances.

“Listen you idiot I don’t care if you’re Mr. Rich, Damn millionaire or whatever you are! You are a pervert and I know that you are married, you are disgusting!” I yelled pointing at him and Jeonghan’s grip slowly lightened and my eyes slightly glanced seeing Seungcheol already by the door. He had heard everything I just said. Shit! I huffed softly and stomped my heels as I started to walk to the door.

Stopping in front of Seungcheol I make a 90 degree bow.

“The projector is on, now excuse me sir. I can’t stay at the meeting I have…a…complaint to make” I said, squeezing my hands into fists, before leaving, not making eye contact with Seungcheol not even once.

30 minutes had passed and I was by my desk standing up. I couldn’t stay sitting down. It was impossible, I was anxious to know if that bastard would accept Seungcheol. Or if I had ruined it for him. God he will probably fire me.

I started to chew on a cuticle and suddenly the door opened, making me slightly jump. It was the perverted man from earlier. He walked out of the room, glared at me and walked away to the elevator followed by his workers. I didn’t know what to do. Should I go check on Seungcheol? I debated with myself for a few seconds when I saw Seungcheol walking out, and I quickly turned and pretended to arrange some papers. He said nothing to me and went into his office slamming the door.

There was mumbling from the people around and I saw Jeonghan walk out with his iPad. I made my way to him quickly tugging on his sleeve.

“Hey, what happened? Am I fired?” I whispered to him and he looked around grabbing my arm pulling me to the breakroom.

He was making me more nervous than ever, I looked at him with full attention.

“God Jeonghan! What happened?” I asked, slapping his arm gently. He looked at me and shushed me.

“I didn’t want to say it with everyone around listening, Mr. Choi wasn’t accepted with Mr. Kim, the guy you almost fought…hey let me finish” he said stopping me from arguing “he didn’t get accepted because he declined it, and threatened Mr. Kim with what had happened…he was on your side Y/n, he will make sure that other companies break partnerships with him” Jeonghan finished and I froze on my spot.

“Woah, wait what?” I managed to say still in shock of what I had just been told. Jeonghan gave me a few more details but I was lost questioning why Seungcheol was becoming nicer. It wasn't normal for him to put an employee before his own advantages for the company. But him defending me was quite a nice quality of him.

Minutes later, I had to go into Seungcheol’s office and I didn’t know if things would be awkward and had no idea what to expect. Should I ask him about it? Ugh whatever Y/n, Jeonghan told you what happened it can’t be bad.

I gave myself a pep talk before knocking on his door gently before walking in seeing him drawn into work that he probably didn’t notice me. His eyes finally left the screen when he heard my heels tapping against the floor.

“Um…hello sir, I need you to sign these papers…” I said handing him a few folders he hummed quietly and took them and started to read through them.

“Also sir, do you want me to start on something for the new project…with um Mr. Kim?” I asked gently, smoothing down my skirt. He frowned and looked up at me.

“No…The partnership was canceled…” he mumbled before signing the papers. I had decided to risk it and ask I wanted to hear what Jeonghan said from Seungcheol’s mouth.

“R-really um…why? it was a big opportunity for you—” I said softly and he closed the folders handing them to me.

“It wasn’t the best for the company…” he said and my shoulders dropped down. I slowly nodded but didn’t believe him one bit not because I already knew the truth but because he was a horrible liar.

“Mr. Choi…tell me the truth…a really honest truth” I said politely looking down remembering the scene I made earlier.

“Like my truth is…I was really offended—” I continued but he cut me off.

“No Miss Y/n…you did the right thing,” he stopped letting out a sigh. “I declined the partnership because one, it would be bad reputation for us to accept someone like him and two...you would have to be dealing with him...” he said and it caused a smile to form on my lips.

“But um, are you hungry? I think it’s been a long day…let’s go and eat something…it’s on me” Seungcheol said and stood up, I had to say this man was huge yet he was starting to show the sweet side of him.

“Oh sure yes…” I said politely, I really couldn’t say no I was starving.

-restruant-

Later we arrived at the restaurant and it was fancier than I thought. I had already seen myself in a fast food restaurant, I seemed to have forgotten that I was eating with Mr. Choi Seungcheol. He didn’t seem to eat fast food.

looking at the menu I started to panic, the prices were so high! I heard Seungcheol chuckle and I looked at him.

“Pick anything you want, I told you to not worry about paying” he said with a small smile on his face.

“Seungcheol the cheapest thing on here is sushi and it’s not even that cheap!” I whispered yelled making him smile wider and my eyes went wide.

He had such a pretty smile, one that I had never seen in him. He seemed to notice and quickly went back to his serious face.

“No, I…sorry you have a pretty smile sir” I said shyly as he took a sip of his wine.

“I’m flattered Miss Y/n” he replied with a gentle smile making me giggle.

“Oh and sir, I’m sorry if I was the one to ruin the opportunity you had…it was probably worth millions—” I said, bringing up the event from earlier. He gently raised his hand and stopped me.

“No…please…forget about it Y/n…um I guess taking you to lunch can be an apology for that man…” he said softly to me. “So what are you going to order?” he added as his eyes sparkled.

“um the chicken parmesan something ?” I said, trying to read the name making him chuckle again but he quickly stopped.

Lunch went by amazingly. We talked about embarrassing moments at work and in our childhood. We also got a bit into our personal lives. I was starting to feel comfortable with him, I felt like you could tell him anything and he would keep it. He gave me that security.

“…so yeah my parents are divorced and my relationship with my father is bad…like I told you yesterday” he recalled and I nodded while listening to him.

“Everything has to be perfect for him and well I inherited the company from him and he taught me all the way through, making me into “arrogant and stupid boss "" he said and I quickly covered my face in embarrassment.

“No sir, I didn’t mean it like that…um I was immature and well you gave that impression I mean— well about your father?” I said, trying to avoid talking about my opinion on him.

“Well the thing is…I guess my father taught me the cold and arrogant mindset you know? I lost some friends when I entered the company and drowned myself with work, and the only one that stood on with me was Jeonghan…and I think it also affected my…love life” he said and the last few words made me stop chewing swallowing hard.

“Did your father make you break-up with your girlfriend?” I asked, feeling curious and he shook his head.

“N-not exactly, I couldn’t let her see my true self and now she has this impression of me” he said softly and I had a feeling in my gut of what he might be trying to say. I opened my mouth to ask a reassuring question but my phone went off.

Incoming call…

Vernon 😎

“Oh I’m sorry…do you mind if I take this?” I asked softly. Seung Cheol's expression had changed into a neutral tone and just hummed, I bowed my head and slightly turned.

“Hi Vernon! What’s up!?” I asked with a happy voice smiling.

“Hey! Can we have our movie date tonight?” he asked, chuckling while I playfully rolled my eyes.

“It’s not a date Vernon, but yes we can, I'll see you around 8?” I asked him and he agreed and I hung up, turning back to Seung Cheol. He was quiet and now looking towards the group of guys playing the music.

“Um sorry sir, he calls at the worst times” I said giggling and he looked at me.

“It’s fine, he’s your... boyfriend it seems…” he mumbled coldly and I bit my lower lip gently. Thinking to myself that the old Seungcheol was back.

“Um no no…we’re just friends, he’s not really my type” I said softly shrugging my shoulders shyly.

Seungcheol looked at me, realizing that I was telling the truth. And it was, I was not interested in anyone right now. Vernon was my childhood friend and he was a bit clingy. My past experiences with men weren’t as good.

“hm then what’s your type Miss Y/n?” he questioned me and goosebumps spread throughout my body.

“oh well I think I go for the mysterious and quiet guys that turn out to be the sweetest, I like puffy long hair, um he should be tall, but the outside doesn’t really matter as long as he truly loves me and cares for me” I said smiling blushing lightly looking down.

“hm I can probably qualify on some of them…” Seungcheol said leaving me with my eyes wide open. He should really stop this, I still had that grudge against him but how he was behaving was turning him into my type.

Bonus Part!

Seungcheol’s POV

My body froze from the sudden warm touch of her hand grabbing mine. Her worried face looked so adorable on her I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself seeing her running to the meeting room.

I placed my hands in my pockets still having the sensation of her hand on mine, a good sensation.

I had never felt this warm before, she is a ray of sunshine to my cloudy days. She still panics when she makes a small mistake. I guess she is still scared of me I can’t forget the time I underestimated her abilities, she’s an amazing assistant. Not only in conducting my schedule appropriately, always punctual but to assist me in a way of honest company. Though I don’t think she notices. But my thoughts vanished when I heard yelling (her yelling) from the meeting room.

“... I don’t care if you’re Mr. Rich, Damn millionaire or whatever you are! You are a pervert and I know that you are married, you are disgusting!” I was standing by the door with shock spread all over my face. I had never seen Y/n this angry, she had a good reason though.

She got silent as soon as she saw me and made her way to me, apologized and left. I cleared my throat and made my way to the front, closing the door.

“What happened here?” I asked coldly looking around before stopping looking at Mr. KIm with a death stare.

“You should pick better assistants Mr. Choi, I get that she is really attractive but don’t just pick any girl to take her to bed” he said, not even feeling any shame. I scoffed quietly before leaning on the table on my hands.

"you are mistaken Mr. Kim she isn't just any girl...she is my trusted assistant and I ask you to respect her," I said coldly and he rolled his eyes.

"You're kidding huh?" he asked me starting to raise his voice but I stayed calm and looking at him without expression. "I don't joke around at work Mr. Kim, consider our deal off" I said and he stood up.

"You have no idea who you are dealing with!" he yelled at me and I checked my watch. "yes I am dealing a pervert, for that reason I would hate to work with you. This better be a good lesson for you to not mess with Y/n, I care for her and I will not let anyone disrespect her" I said coldly, his face was full of anger as he took the folder throwing it at me. I sighed before turning to Jeonghan as Mr. Kim kept arguing.

"Jeonghan, send a message to all of our partners to cut business with Mr. Kim, make sure you include the reason, have a good day Mr. Kim" I said and he kept yelling before walking out shouting profanities.

I sighed and pushed my hair back frustrated, Jeonghan looked at me.

"You did good, he was being an ass to her" he told me softly and I nodded.

"I know, I will never let anyone hurt her..." I said and made my way out of the room and into my office slamming the door. Face palming myself.

"Fuck, Seung Cheol, you're falling for your assistant"

To be continued...

Sweet Truth - Part I

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spiderfunkz · 11 months

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hii! i was wondering if you could write something about robin buckley choosing reader to go to europe with her for the summer! (maybe a rebel robin au??) ive never seen anyone write anything about it and id think id be cute!

✧.* operation crossaint!

— summary : summer in hawkins is boring. so, how about a trip to europe?

— pairings : robin buckley x fem!reader

— word count : 0,9k

— warnings : fluff, friends to lovers, oblivious reader kinda, messy plot whoops, foul language, kissing mwah mwah, weird time jumps, not proofread, this is set in the summer btw!! robin & reader is 18 here.

a/n : hi there! thank u for the request anon ^_^ i tried fitting some aspects and references from rebel robin because i couldn't really fit in the whole au and storyline of rebel robin because i don't think it'll fit that well, so sorry about that!!

"operation crossaint?" you question as robin nodded. "just hear me out. i want to live outside of hawkins y/n. i want to know whats outside of this shitty town," she explains.

"it's sounds weird i know but, i want to learn and experience things." she continues.

"so like europe?" you ask, "yes! exactly like europe. i want to travel, meet people who live exactly how they want to, i want to see beautiful museums, and walk down old streets!" she rambles.

you nodded listening to everything she says. "and live off of crossaints and cheese?" you laugh — "mhm!" she nodded.

"i told mr hauser about it and, he told me to take someone with me, and he suggested milton or dash but i was thinking-" she paused, "that maybe you could go with me?" she asks, scrunching her nose.

"or don't, i understand that maybe you have something going on or maybe you focusing on othe-"

"i'll go with you." you stated. "but we literally have 0 dollars and, have you asked your parents?" you ask.

"we can work on that! mr hauser said that he could help talk to my parents which automatically means that he could talk to yours so-" she rambles, "all he said is that if i find someone to take with he could help me. and you said yes."

"yeah well of course, i mean spending any time at all with you and in europe? that sounds like an absolute dream." you smiled.

robin's cheeks grew pink as you stated that. europe? with you? together? is she dreaming right now?

"i'll go work things out, i'll see you tomorrow y/n." she waved.

you were so caught up with the conversation you don't realize you were outside your house now as robin skipped away.

—

robin could barely sleep that night, was she really going to spend her time in europe with you?

god, she was so excited to tell mr hauser all about it. she had already started learning languages she thought might be important for the trip, like french or their culture and stuff.

she is so excited to spend time with you, especially outside of hawkins. the walks you could go with her, the food you get to taste together, the memories she could make.

"jesus, get yourself together buckley." robin sighed, her thoughts haunting her as she slowly falls asleep.

—

you sat down the bus, going home from another miserable day at hawkins high. flipping through the pages of your book, you see robin hoping on, almost missing the bus.

she ignores the taunts of some of the older kids before spotting you and sitting next to you.

"dunno whats their problem," you look back at the older teens mocking robin — "their probably failing another year anyways." you stated, voice a bit louder. "i hope they fall off of the bus." she sighed.

it's been a few weeks since robin told you about 'operation crossaint' and you two just got back from thanksgiving break.

"so, how was your break?" you ask. "amazing actually, i got a job, and i think i can finally afford tickets for two people to go to europe!" she smiles.

"really? that's great! i saved up a bit and i think we can manage. plus, you know extra money for gifts and stuff." you added.

robin was so beyond excited that you stuck by her, the last few weeks everything had been going the total opposite for her, yet you were still there for her in every moment.

"i also bought a camera recently, and we could bring that to our trip. you know? for memories and stuff, so they last forever." you say as robin nodded, smiling wider than ever.

—

and here you are now!

the past weeks is the probably the best few weeks ever. europe, with robin, together.

you two finally get to experience the europe dream, going to museums, eating in fancy cafes, going on trips on a boat, and just living a life outside of hawkins.

you've been carrying your camera around everywhere, documenting your summer with your person.

and for robin, the past few weeks was somewhat of an awakening for her. she finally could understand herself with the help from you and everything around her.

she now understands why she's been feeling a certain way around certain people, especially you. like butterflies fluttering in her stomach, and how her heart feels like its going to explode.

and that brings you here, on a random hill surrounded by pretty flowers and bright stars above.

"heres one where we were at the fair, the ferris wheel looked so pretty here." you showed robin the pictures you've been taking along the trip.

"oh! and these are some cats near by the water, remember? the ones i told you. gosh, they're just so cute." you smile.

you didn't notice how quiet robin was, you could feel her smile but she hasn't said anything.

you look up and notice that she wasn't looking at your camera like you had been doing. she was looking at you.

"what? do i have something on my face?" you questioned.

in robin's defense, you're really pretty. cherry stained lips, gorgeous hair that just falls in place so perfectly, and the prettiest eyes.

"it's not nice to stare buckley." you chuckle, "you're too pretty not too." she replied.

the tension grew as the moon shined, perfectly reflecting robin's freckles.

she moved closer to you, the smell of your perfume overwhelming her.

she kissed you.

you kissed her.

robin pulled away, realizing what she just did, what you just did. your cherry stained lips now staining her.

"i'm sorry i should've-" robin got cut off, your lips connected to hers again. "don't apologize robs." you say, tucking her hair.

"i like you, like, like like you." robin stated — "i like like you too." you replied.

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katsune-nya · 7 months

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Emma's first period.

Platonic!Emma × Reader.

Gender neutral but she calls you with the "-nee" suffix once in the beginning and you enter the restroom with her.

Mentions of Shin being dead. Grandpa Sano mentioned lmao.

You are suddenly startled by the ringing of your phone. You set your items next to the aisle and pick them up.

"Hello?"

"Y/N-nee, something is wrong." The girly voice says from the other side.

You used to be friends with Shinichiro before he passed, thanks to him you met his two younger siblings, Manjiro- no, he would throw a tantrum if you said that: Mikey, and Emma.

After the loss of their older brother, you started visiting them and their grandpa every chance you could. You helped out around when you felt like it and tried to offer some semblance of normalcy in their lives. Helping them with school work (well, forcing Mikey to do his homework), gossiping about Emma's crush, telling them stories about Shin and even guiding them through their recent start on teenagehood whenever they allowed you to.

"What? What happened? Are you OK?" You ask now concerned, already about to leave your stuff stranded there to run to the girl's rescue.

"I'm... I'm in the toilet and I'm bleeding." She responds.

You think for a moment. "Wait... Where are you bleeding from."

"Well... Down there?" She responds shyly.

"Oh, thank God." You might have forgotten to talk about one very important topic. You didn't expect it to be so soon "You'll be OK, love. You got your period. I'll be at your place in a moment. Is anyone else home?"

"Grandpa is teaching and Mikey is napping, I think."

"Alright, if you feel unwell while you wait you can try calling one of them, but I promise you'll be OK, I'm on my way." You grab some pads and snacks from a nearby shelf and get some pain meds before paying for all the items and rushing to the Sano residence.

You unlock the door with your keys that Grandpa Sano had made for you some time ago and step in, setting your bags on the dinner table and going to the restroom Emma might be in.

You knock. "Emma? It's me."

"You can come in." Says the girl, opening the door slightly.

You step inside carefully and crouch on the floor in front of her.

"It hurts..." She says softly. "I thought something was wrong..."

You get some pads from the bag you brought with you. "Here, I'll teach you how to stick them." You unwrap the pad for the girl and show her the covered sticky sides. "Now uncover the bottom one and stick it right in the middle of the underwear." She does as you say. "Perfect. Take the plastic off the wings and stick them tightly on the sides of the cloth." She does so a bit slowly, accidentally making one of the wings stick to itself and then trying again.

"Done." She says.

"Good job. I'll wait for you outside, yeah?" She nods and you leave the bathroom, putting the padded packet back in your bag and waiting for her to come out. After around a minute, she does.

You go with her to her bedroom and she immediately lays in bed with a grumpy face. "Does this mean I'm grown at least?" It's obvious she doesn't like the situation, but she always had the want to show she was already a woman, so the words just came out.

"Eh... Not really." You set the pads on her nightstand and sit next to her on the bed, caressing her honey-blonde hair. "You are bigger than you were yesterday, but you're still a kid... well, teen, and that's fine. Don't rush it."

She looks up at you with a pout and you start talking again. "This will be uncomfortable for a few days and maybe hurt a bit, but it shouldn't be too bad. If it is, we'll tell your grandpa to take you to the doctor."

"I thought it was supposed to start later?" She looks almost offended.

"Well, it depends, some get it at 8, others at 17, there's not one exact age." You caress her hair some more and she starts to relax.

"How long will it last?"

"Hmm. From three to seven days normally. Sometimes more or less."

"Ugh." That's all she says.

"You might get bloated, break out, have pain in weird parts of your body, feel fatter, uglier, weaker, more uncomfortable, or like everything sucks, but try not to listen to those thoughts too much, it's not ALL bad, you're in your period. When it's over, you'll go back to normal. Your hormones are hell right now, so don't think you're crazy if you suddenly start crying or yelling about something you don't normally even care about."

"Ugh." She groans. "That sucks."

You chuckle. "Hey, but it's a good excuse for some stuff."

"Like what?" She asks, getting in a better position with her head on your thighs.

"Well, chocolate sometimes helps with the pain, so you can eat all you want." You start. "Even though exercise can help too, you need to rest, so you can stay all day in bed, or on the couch watching TV."

She doesn't look too convinced, but she doesn't seem to dislike the ideas.

"You can go and act like a poor damsel in distress and get Mikey to do your chores for you."

Her eyes brighten. "OK, I don't have a choice, and it still sucks... But it's not ALL bad." Her expression is more relaxed now.

"Oh no, you look like you're in pain."

"What? Oh no, it's honestly not th-"

"We better have some chocolate to make it better!"

"Oh, I mean, ouch! So hurt, such pain!" she says dramatically.

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I'm on my period and have older sister syndrome so I got this idea and needed to write it.

I headcanon she developed early from what we've learned.

And also like, she definitely has an obsession with seeming grown.

She deserved a good female role model ffs.

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mouthfullofmunson · 1 year

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I kinda wanna write a modern older pornstar/ camboy Eddie 😢

No bc picture this

Like he’s early twenties, just got out of school and he saved up enough to get his own little apartment (I’m thinking neighbors to lovers🤭) and he has to figure out how to keep up with his bills and stuff but he works a stupid job stocking shelves at a market and it’s just not paying the bills

So one night he stumbles onto a random cam website and he’s like… “hm, doesn’t seem so bad 🤨”

So he starts playing with his cock on live, giving a little show to the people that watch

And then after he sits back and watches the money flow in

And maybe y/n is his shy neighbor who has a crush on him and is always too nervous to knock on his door to tell him that his music is too loud and she’s trying to study but then touches herself when she can hear him jerking off through the thin walls

And he didn’t think much of it, she’s cute, and she always gets nervous and smiley when they bump into each other or when he talks to her at all

Especially nervous when they had to evacuate their building because someone started a fire trying to make a grilled cheese

And the only thing y/n had to cover her body was a towel since she was in the middle of a bubble bath

He just thinks she’s really cute, he would definitely like to see what’s under that towel

But he doesn’t notice her giant crush on him

And one night she goes on a a cam sight and notices that the man that gets her all wet and sticky just from watching him heel off and hear his moans has the same tattoos that her neighbor does

It couldn’t be a coincidence… right?

Especially when she notices that the ringed hand that is sliding up and down the mans cock are the stand exact hands that slip up and down her arms to try and warm her up while the sat and waited for the clear to go back inside

So she finally gets the courage to knock on his door once she goes on the cam site and notices that he’s live

So she walks over ignoring the throbbing in her panties and waits for him to open up

Which obviously takes a while and it’s super scrambled so he’s breathless and shirtless while he opens up

“Hi, sorry to bother but I’ve got a bookshelf I’ve been meaning to set it up for the past two months and finally my giant pile of books collapsed and I decided enough is enough and I need some help setting it up and I don’t know anyone else to ask”

And she can’t stop with her rambling since Eddie is leaning against the door frame with his chest glistening and a bulge in his pants

“Yeah, I’ll help you”

So they go over to her place and after an hour of trying to set up the complicated bookshelf that came with no instructions he gives up and reaches for her laptop to see if he can find any instructions on there

“Wait no, I’ve got my phone!” But it’s too late and he already sees what is open on the screen

And of course the rambling starts “I’m so sorry! I’m promise I’m not down like weird pervert stalker or anything! I just noticed a couple days ago I get if you don’t want to talk anymore! You can leave, it’s fine”

But Eddie thinks it’s so cute that she’s been getting off to him without knowing for so long, so cute and so clueless :)

So I’m obviously leaning toward camboy idk…

Let me know what you think 🤭

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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The Stranger 8

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Destroyer!Chris

Summary: A stranger buys the farmstead nearby and disturbs your sleepy village life.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

As Chris’ shadow lingers around the house, you find yourself restless. You can’t stay there. Especially not with your grandmother’s ranting and raving. She’s found your best dresses and wants to know which one to fix up. You leave her without an answer.

“You don’t needa bother with these on our date…” his words ring in your ears, nipping at the nape of your neck.

You set off to town, staying off the main roads, instead picking through the brush and the old trodden pathways amidst the trees. At first you have no destination but as the sun rises and the day casts down, your lack of sleep creases beneath your eyes.

It’s still early. There aren’t many people out. You have a little change in your purse, enough for a tea. You enter the cafe, sweat speckled along your hairline and trickling beneath your cotton shirt.

You wait your turn and step aside as your drink is prepared. Your eyes fall on the cafe owner as she speaks with an older pair of women; one you know as well as anyone. Frigga Odinson. In the back of your mind, you know you shouldn’t listen but you latch onto the distraction from your dire thoughts.

As you do, the door opens and closes with a jingle. You glance over and your chest knots. Not him. You turn your head straight and try to look like you didn’t see him. You focus on the conversation ahead of you.

The women talk about a party. The owner agrees to cater then turns back to her work. You hear her asking another employee for help. You wonder if…

You step up, hoping to make yourself look busy in hope that he won’t bother you. You’re order is called and give a small wave as you approach.

“Um, sorry, er, to eavesdrop,” your voice shakes, caught in your throat. The woman leans in and you try to speak a little louder, “if you need some help, I could do some… stuff.”

“Oh, uh…” she sputters in surprise. Right, you don’t really have a prodigious resume.

“Just for the night?” You frown, “sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“No, no, that’s nice,” she says gently, “you live with your grandmother, right? Up behind the ridge.”

You cringe, you suppose that’s how people would know you. “Yeah, we could use the money,” you confess.

“Sure, not many jobs to go around in Hammer Ford,” she say empathetically, “can you be here for one?”

“Uh,” your eyes round as you sense a shift. You glance over at Chris and find his gaze fixed on you. “Yeah, i’ll be here,” you quaver, “thank you so much.”

You turn back to her and find a stone in her eyes, slightly narrowed as she tilts her head, “you know what, we have a special on, how about you sit and have a scone?”

“Um…” you look down at the cup.

“You got a far way back, you should enjoy your latte,” she says as her eyes flit over towards the register.

“Okay,” you surrender uncertainly. If you leave, you’ll be all alone.

“You go sit down and I’ll bring you the scone,” she smiles. “If you stick around, we can chat a bit about tomorrow when it slows down.”

“Oh, yeah,” your heart flutters, “makes sense. Thank you so much.”

You take your cup and turn, nearly walking into someone else. You find your way to the corner and sit in a haze. Wow, you think you might have got yourself a job. Grandma will be so happy and maybe, just maybe, it’ll be a good excuse to get away from him.

You peek up at Chris as he stands at the counter. The owner hands him his coffee, her eyes narrowed at him. You can’t see his face as his back is to you. He takes a step back, caught in the woman’s glare. Do they know each other?

He leaves without a glance at you. You let out a sigh of relief but quickly choke on it as you watch him through the window. He tosses the full cup into the dirt and stomps on. He wasn’t there for coffee.

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You stand in the kitchens of the Odinson B&B. It’s the economic life force of Hammer Ford, owned by the old wealth that founded the township. You peer around in awe of the sparkling silver utensils hung from racks against the wall and pots and pans that dangle from hooks.

The hotel is lively once more with the noise of the gathering hordes. It’s a party, the cafe owner explained, and you’ll be heating up the food to serve. The low thrum has yet to reach a tantamount as you await your orders. You don’t do well with crowds, you only hope she doesn’t send you out there.

You stand quietly to the side as the cafe owner talks to Thor, the host of the get together. You’re not paying attention as your ears garble. When there’s too much going on, all sounds seem to blend together.

“Anyhoo,” he booms, “it is my party, I can’t be hiding by the ovens all night.”

Before you can react, he grabs your shoulders and kisses your cheek. You don’t react, terrified of the golden child of the first family of Hammer Ford. Katherine, another helper, sighs as she receives the same.

“He’s… loud,” you utter, trying to shake off the tinge of his touch.

“And so handsome,” Katherine babbles.

“Alright,” the cafe owner ignores your chagrin, “we have to get this plated. And trays in the oven.”

You’re eager and set to task. You need the distraction. You hadn’t been prepared for the chaos of the event and it’s only getting started. Music suddenly blasts from the other side of the wall and you steady your hands before you grab a tray from the cart.

“If you get your work done, you can go out there,” the owner says in exasperation as Katherine squees. You’ll be happy enough to stay back here.

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graceful-starker · 10 months

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I Don’t Mind Bucky’s Sloppy Seconds

Summary: This is my first fill for Starkerfestivals summer bingo! Sloppy seconds, featuring Bucky.

Warnings: daddy kink, come eating, oral, threesomes

Notes: I hope you enjoy!

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Peter sighs dramatically, making Bucky smile even though he doesn’t look up from his book. “Long day, sweetheart?”

Peter huffs in annoyance, crossing his arms over his chest in a particularly bratty manner. “Very long day. Difficult day. I just want to turn my brain off.”

Bucky smirks softly, placing his bookmark and closing the book carefully. “What time does Tony get home?”

Peter pouts even further, lower lip jutting out as he thinks about how long Tony is going to continue to neglect him for stupid things like his job. “Too long! At least an hour, maybe even longer.”

Bucky rolls his eyes fondly. “Poor baby, all empty and cock hungry with no daddy to make it better. How sad.”

Peter’s cheeks heat to a pretty shade of pink, but his eyes darken with want. “Well you have a cock, don’t you?” It comes off as more bratty and demanding than Bucky is used to dealing with when it comes to Peter. Usually he’s a sweet little thing, all whines and pleas for his lovers. He’s definitely in a mood.

Bucky chuckles darkly, spreading his legs suggestively. He loves the way Peter’s gaze immediately falls to his crotch, the way his arms loosen around his chest as if he’s forgotten about pouting. “Look at you, my little cock slut. Just the mere suggestion of getting some dick has you droolin’ already.”

Peter gasps softly, almost inaudibly. Tony’s ears would have missed it. His dark eyes flit back up to Bucky’s face before honing back onto their target. “You love it,” Peter says, voice still aiming for bratty even though Peter misses it, barely. He’s just a tad too breathless for a truly bratty tone.

Bucky hums softly, arms spread wide across the back of the couch. “What do you want, Peter? You wanna stuff your pretty mouth full of my cock, turn your brain off that way?” Peter takes a small step forward, as if being pulled along by a string. “Or do you wanna give Daddy a show for when he finally gets home? Or did you have something else in mind?”

Peter licks his lips, taking another small step towards Bucky. “Yeah,” he says softly, before shaking his head and clearing his throat. “I mean…Yes, I want to suck your cock. And I wanna give Daddy a show too.”

Bucky hums approvingly. “I don’t think we’ll have time for both, sweetheart. Why don’t you go shower, get yourself very clean for me, and we’ll see how much time we have after? I want you to be thorough.”

Peter is gone before Bucky can even finish his sentence, and it makes the older man chuckle. He hears banging in the bathroom before the shower spray turns on, and Bucky sighs happily to himself. It’s moments like these that make Bucky realize how lucky he is.

Bucky makes quick work of setting up the living room, getting it ready for their scene today. He has a great number of toys and tools at the ready, which he sets up within reach beside the armchair facing the door. Then he works on stripping himself down. He puts his boots back on, knowing how much they rile Tony up, and sits himself comfortably on the chair.

He spreads his legs in a comfortable position, before pouring a generous amount of lube over his palm. He starts to stroke himself to hardness at thoughts of what’s to come; Peter on his knees, cheeks puffed with how full they are. Peter on his lap, riding Bucky’s cock with his head thrown back. Tony walking in on that, eyes dark and full of lust, his deep voice almost a growl as he says couldn’t wait for me this evening, hm? Tony pushing into Peter’s body right beside Bucky-

Peter rushes into the living room, hair still damp and messy from the rough towel dry, skin still a warm pink from the hot spray. “Was that fast enough?” he asks breathlessly. He pauses after his question, making an appreciative noise in the back of his throat at the sight that is Bucky right now.

Bucky chuckles again, wiping his hand on the towel next to his chair. He checks the time and hums as he pretends to think about it. “You were pretty fast there sweetheart, are you sure you’re as clean as I want you to be?”

Peter whines softly-there he is-and nods quickly. “I did! Please Bucky, please let me suck your cock. Just a little bit, I’ll be so good, I promise!”

Bucky practically purrs, spreading his legs even further apart in invitation. Peter wastes no time, falling to his knees and perfectly taking up the space between Bucky’s thighs. As if he was made to be there. “Only a little bit, darlin’, I have a plan for how I want Daddy to find us.”

Peter might not have heard Bucky, with how focused he is on Bucky’s thick cock, shining and dripping with lube. “Please,” he whines, both hands obediently resting on Bucky’s thighs.

Bucky hums in content, running a hand through Peter’s messy hair. “Go ahead darlin’, I know how desperate you are for it.”

Peter licks his lips once before grabbing onto Bucky’s cock, stroking it once from base to tip and back down again. Then he aims it towards his face and licks a stripe up the underside. He pulls away with a gasp, looking up at Bucky happily. “Strawberry.”

Bucky grins, gently tugging Peter’s curls to get the point across. “You’re favorite.” And Tony’s, but that’s irrelevant tonight. Bucky has other plans.

Peter takes the hint and suckles on the head, before finally giving in to what he really wants and bobbing his head down Bucky’s shaft. He moves his lips in a tight ring up and down the shaft, until Bucky’s tip is down the back of his throat and his balls are brushing Peter’s lips.

Bucky groans appreciatively, his free hand coming up to support his chin as he watches the show. “That’s it baby, choke on it. So good for me.”

Peter pulls back and gasps in air through his nose, licking along the way to taste the flavored lube. Then he goes back down, choking on Bucky’s tip before going even further.

It feels nice, it really does; but Peter is savoring himself too much. He’s going too slow, enjoying the taste of the lube, the weight of Bucky’s cock on his tongue. It simply won’t do.

He fists Peter’s hair tighter and pulls Peter off, earning a whine. “Wait, please, I’ll be good!” Peter begs, lips shiny and red already.

Bucky smirks, and with his head resting on his fist he looks almost bored. He knows just how much that makes Peter squirm, how desperate it makes the little slut to prove himself. “We’re running out of time before daddy gets home, angel. Are you sure you can be good?”

Peter whimpers, his throat bobbing as he swallows thickly. “Yes! Yes sir, I’ll be so good, please let me suck you again, please!”

Bucky sighs in faux submission, guiding Peter back to his cock by the hair. “Be better, Peter, or I’ll have to help you.”

Peter whines at how close he is to Bucky’s cock, he can feel the heat radiating from the tip; yet Bucky is being so mean, keeping him just far enough away that even when he sticks his tongue out for a taste, he can’t reach. “Yes sir, I’ll be good, just-please!”

“Good boy,” Bucky praises, loosening his grip but not letting go. Peter wastes zero time, desperate to prove himself. He licks the tip only once before he grips the base and quickly bobs his way all the way down. He chokes loudly on it before bobbing back up and doing it again, eyes closing in pure bliss.

Peter continues to move up and down on Bucky’s cock, roughly pulling choking noises from himself. Drool is pouring from the corners of his mouth and making a mess on the chair below Bucky.

“You’re only ever happy when you have a cock down your throat or up your ass, aren’t you?” Bucky asks, voice deep and gravelly with lust.

Peter looks up through his lashes and whines, forcing himself to swallow as much as he can, nose buried in Bucky’s pubic hair and his chin resting against Bucky’s balls.

Bucky waits until Peter is about to pull away before pushing against Peter’s head, keeping him still and choking on Bucky’s cock. The younger man chokes in surprise, fingers digging into Bucky’s thighs. “Good boy, relax. Hold it. Just a little longer angel, be a good boy for me. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To choke on my cock, drown on it?”

Peter’s face goes a beautiful shade of red at the lack of oxygen, and his eyes flutter so prettily. But he’s such a good boy; he doesn’t pull away, doesn’t panic. He just trusts Bucky, trusts him to know Peter’s limits and how long he can go without breathing.

That, or he truly is just that desperate for cock.

Bucky finally pulls Peter forcibly off his cock, watching as the younger man gasps for air. One hand flies up to his throat, cupping it as his coughing fit starts. “Such a good boy for me,” Bucky praises, and watches as the words soothe Peter over as if physically soothing the pain away. “Come up here, sit on my lap.”

Peter hastens to obey, almost tripping over himself in his hurry. He settles with his naked ass resting on Bucky’s lower thighs, and his arms draped over Bucky’s shoulders. His lips are still wet and red, parted as he pants for breath. His eyes are wet and his pupils are blown with lust and want. His cheeks are still pink, although fading from the bright red from earlier. “Bucky,” he rasps, voice absolutely wrecked.

Bucky coos at him, using both hands to grab his ass and squeeze. “Are you ready, angel? It’s time to give Daddy a good show.”

Peter nods quickly, eyes wide as he awaits further instruction.

Bucky simply maneuvers him so Peter’s knees hit the back of the chair behind Bucky. His neglected cock rubs against Bucky’s own wet cock. Bucky gently guides Peter’s face so he can hide it in Bucky’s neck, and the younger man wastes no time in licking and sucking at the skin there.

“I haven’t even touched your cute little hole yet, and already you’re this desperate?” Bucky isn’t irritated though, it makes his cock twitch, actually.

Peter whimpers softly, gently biting at Bucky’s shoulder. “Please, Bucky,” he whispers, his breath tickling Bucky’s neck.

Bucky shivers slightly, before reaching and grabbing for the strawberry flavored lube again. He spreads a liberal amount on his hand, before gently rubbing at Peter’s loosened hole. Peter’s breath hitches, and he grinds his hips down into the touch.

Bucky laughs fondly, arm reaching across the younger man’s back to hold Peter still. He uses his dominant hand to slowly tease Peter’s hole, massaging two fingers over it.

Peter whines again, biting in retaliation. “Bucky! Daddy will be home soon,” he reminds the older man.

Bucky coos softly. “You’re right, darlin’.” He pushes both fingers in at once, sadistically enjoying the way Peter cries out in surprise. The younger man desperately tries to move his hips, either to rub his cock against Bucky’s or to push more of Bucky’s fingers into his greedy little hole. “Good boy, take it. Take it for me, be a good boy.”

Peter whimpers and cries into Bucky’s shoulder, wiggling his entire body as much as Bucky’s tight grip on his torso allows. “Please!”

“Do you even know what you’re begging for, darlin’?” Bucky teases, pushing both fingers deeper and spreading them apart.

Peter bites Bucky again, just to be a brat, chest heaving against Bucky’s. “More. More; I want more, please.”

Bucky smirks and adds a third finger, pistoning his arm so he can carefully drill into Peter’s ass. Carefully, because he needs to avoid Peter’s prostate for now. Peter isn’t allowed to cum without Tony’s permission (if he’s intended to be in the scene) and they’ll both be in trouble.

“Please!” Peter cries, licking at the spot just behind Bucky’s ear to butter him up. “Please, give me your cock Bucky. I need it, I need your cock in my ass, please!”

Bucky shivers, rewarding Peter with a passing brush to his prostate, before going back to spreading Peter open. “Slut,” he coos, kissing Peter’s drying hair.

Bucky hears the lock in the front door and grins, knowing Peter is too lost to have heard it himself. He moves the arm restraining Peter to rest on the younger man’s hip, and shoves his fingers to rub relentlessly into his prostate.

Peter cries out in intense pleasure, head thrown back as he wiggles his hips down on Bucky’s fingers. “Bucky!” he yells.

Tony closes the door quietly behind him, eyes dark and wide with surprised lust. He toes his shoes off as he greedily takes in the picture. Bucky pretends to not notice him, allowing his lover to look his fill. He takes his jacket off and hangs it on the coat rack by the door, and manages to roll his sleeves up before he loses all his patience. “My my, what a wonderful welcome home present. Hello, my loves.”

Bucky grins at Tony over Peter's shoulder, kissing Peter's hair softly. "Hello yourself, doll." He pulls his fingers out of Peter's dripping hole, gripping onto his chin tightly instead to make the boy look at him.

Peter whimpers loudly, looking into Bucky's eyes with blown pupils. "Daddy," Peter whines, trying and failing to get Tony in his sights. “Daddy, Bucky is being mean to me.”

Bucky coos, using both hands to grab Peter's cheeks and pull them apart. He gives Tony a gorgeous look at Peter's hole, but keeps his own eyes on Peter. It’s as effective for keeping the boy’s eye contact as the grip on his chin was. "What it is, baby doll? You don't like being on display like this? Or don't you want Tony's cock in your slutty little hole? How am I being mean?"

Tony walks over as if in a trance, licking his lips. "Baby," he groans, loosening his tie. "Bucky, I-"

Bucky grins, shooting Tony a knowing look before returning his eyes to Peter. He slowly grinds his hips upwards, dragging his cock against Peter's. "Don't get shy on us now darlin'. You were begging me for my cock just a couple minutes ago."

"Daddy," Peter whines, wanting to break eye contact but being unable to under Bucky's intense stare. "Please Daddy, want your cock in me. Need it, need you!"

Tony starts to unbutton his shirt, tie hanging loosely from his neck, ignored. "Such a cock hungry little slut we have," he coos softly. He seems to get too impatient to undress again, one hand working on his belt as the other rests gently on Peter’s lower back.

Bucky grins and gives Peter some mercy, reaching up to connect their lips. Peter wines into it, grinding his cock into Bucky's as much as he can with Bucky's strong grip on his hips. Bucky groans into the kiss, distracting them both with how dirty and messy it is.

Peter gasps and whines into the kiss, panting heavily. "D-daddy!"

"Yeah?" Bucky asks, staring up at Peter with lust filled eyes. "Is Daddy's cock splitting you open, doll?"

Peter makes some sort of keening noise, mouth hanging open and unable to form words. "Ngyuh."

Bucky chuckles softly, licking his lips. "Such a good boy, taking Daddy's cock like the little whore you are." He grinds his cock up into Peter’s once, just to take the edge off a bit.

Peter shakes his head, whimpering and grinding as much as he can against Bucky's grip. "Nuh, Bu-Da...Bucky, Daddy is-"

"Hmmm?" Bucky asks, looking over Peter's shoulder. His eyes widen at the sight, jaw dropping slightly. "Oh!"

Tony is not, in fact, slowly working his cock into Peter’s wet and waiting asshole. In fact, his cock isn’t even out of his pants yet, a testament to just how impatient the older man is.

Instead, he’s something out of Bucky’s wet dreams. His clean, white shirt is completely unbuttoned and open, but stays over his shoulders. His tie is loosened down to his collarbones, but hangs from his neck indecently. He’s fallen to his knees, one hand palming himself through his dress pants and the other resting just above Peter’s ass.

Oh, and his face is buried between the cheeks Bucky is holding open, jaw visibly working from where Bucky can see.

“Fuck, Tones,” Bucky groans, moving his hands up Peter’s sides in a loving caress.

Tony immediately moves both hands to grab onto Peter’s ass himself, squeezing and kneading as he wishes.

Peter whimpers loudly, drawing Bucky’s eyes back up to him. “Daddy-oh, Daddy, feels-I-it-I feel-” he cuts himself off with another moan, pushing his chest into Bucky’s and pushing his ass out for Tony.

Tony groans appreciatively, smacking Peter’s asscheek once before squeezing it again. He pulls away with a smack of his lips, looking up at Bucky with dark eyes. “Strawberry,” is all he says, before licking a long stripe from Peter’s balls up his crack.

Bucky barks an amused laugh, leaning forward to kiss at Peter’s neck softly. “You like Daddy’s tongue in your ass, baby doll? Do you like being held still like this while Daddy does what he wants?”

Peter gasps out a hiss of a yes, the tip of his cock rubbing against Bucky’s shaft due to the angle he’s put himself in. “Bucky,” he whines, eyes half lidded and mouth hanging open obscenely.

Tony grunts, pulling back and smacking Peter’s ass again. He reaches down and finally pulls himself out of his pants, stroking himself once. “Bucky, lift his hips up a bit more for me.”

Bucky obeys immediately, using one hand to grip Peter’s hip and lift him up enough that he can’t grind his leaking cock against Bucky’s. It earns a whine from Peter, but an approving smile from Tony. “What are you planning in that big brain of yours, doll?”

Tony grins devilishly, before burying his face back into Peter’s ass. His right hand continues to stroke himself, but his left hand gently caresses Bucky’s boot.

Peter cries out, and Bucky uses his free hand to tangle in Peter’s hair. “Such a pretty little whore,” Bucky drawls, leaning up to lick into Peter’s open mouth.

He’s so distracted by the filthy kiss that he doesn’t notice Tony’s hand moving from his boot. He does notice when Tony’s hand grabs onto his cock. “Ah, fuck, baby-” Bucky groans, tightening his hands in Peter’s hair and on his hip.

Tony moans, making Peter cry out in pleasure, slowly jerking Bucky off towards himself.

Bucky pants softly, leaning down to mark up Peter’s neck and shoulders. “Fuck, baby, you’re teasing us.”

Tony hums in acknowledgement, making Peter grind his hips back into his face almost unconsciously. He pulls back again, moving both hands to grab onto Peter’s cheeks again. “Up, Bucky,” he mumbles, pushing.

Bucky gets the hint, although he’s surprised Tony is this far gone with his composure already. Tony is usually much more in control of the scene, one of many words. He must have been extremely surprised to find his lovers like this.

Bucky moves Peter so his cock rests against Bucky’s abs, his own cock slapping up against Peter’s hole.

Peter cries out at the sensation, looking at Bucky with wide and wet eyes. “Bucky, Daddy, please, I want-I want more, please!”

Bucky coos and squeezes Peter’s thighs, rolling his hips up so his cock slides between Peter’s cheeks. “Poor baby.”

Tony licks a line up the underside of Bucky’s cock, and his tongue makes Bucky shiver. Then, he moves his tongue so he can also lick along Peter’s hole around it, but doesn’t move Bucky’s cock away. He repeats the motion, earning matching groans from both his lovers. “Fucking delicious,” Tony groans, moving his right hand down to palm himself.

Peter whimpers and looks over his shoulder. “Daddy, please, please! I want-I want a cock in me, please Daddy!”

Bucky groans softly at the words, grinding up into Peter’s crack. “Yeah Tones, you’re teasing us.” He moves his hands over Peter’s back, sneaking one finger inside Peter’s hole beside Tony’s tongue.

Tony hums again in answer, not bothering with any words. He moves Bucky’s dick with his free hand, bobbing up and down on it a few times.

Bucky bites his lip to stifle any noises, pushing three fingers into Peter and rubbing against his prostate; achieving his goal of stopping Peter’s whining. “Fuck, Tony, you’re perfect.”

Peter moans softly, licking at Bucky’s bite marks in apology now that he’s happy and has something up his hole. He grinds down into Bucky, knocking into Tony’s face every so often. “Daddy, please-” he gasps as Bucky nails his prostate again.

Tony moans and pulls back off of Bucky, licking along Peter’s rim around Bucky’s fingers. “I think he’s ready, Buck, what do you think?”

Bucky nods, pulling his fingers out and handing Tony the lube. “Are you ready for Daddy’s cock, doll?” he whispers, turning his head so his lips brush against Peter’s ear.

Peter whines and nods, grinding against Bucky’s abs. “I want Daddy’s cock in me, I've been waiting for so long!”

Tony licks at Bucky’s head, and then at Peter’s hole, before pulling away from his lovers all together to pour lube into his hand. Bucky had expected for Tony to stand up and line himself with Peter’s waiting hole; but instead, he feels Tony stroking Bukcy’s own cock, slathering lube all over his cock.

“Tones,” Bucky gasps, before Tony carefully guides Bucky’s tip to Peter’s tight ring of muscle.

Peter gasps loudly, clenching desperately as he tries to pull Bucky in. “Please Daddy, I want it, I want Bucky’s cock in me, please!”

Tony coos, gently biting at Bucky’s thigh. It earns the desired effect of Bucky grunting and jerking his hips. His tip presses more firmly against Peter’s hole, almost breaching. “I thought you wanted Daddy’s cock, angel?” Tony teases, squeezing Bucky’s cock with one hand and slapping Peter’s ass with the other.

Peter whimpers softly, peeking out from Bucky’s neck over his shoulder and down at Tony. “I do!” he insists, biting his lip and wiggling his hips down to try and take Bucky. “I want both.”

“Greedy,” Bucky whispers, but he soothes the words by kissing Peter’s temple. “Be a good boy, and maybe Daddy will give you what you want.”

Peter whines and pouts, hiding his face back into Bucky’s neck and licking the skin he finds there. “Please,” he begs, voice muffled. “Please Daddy, I’ll be so good, I promise! I’ll do anything, I want to be so good for you and Bucky, please, I-oh!”

Peter’s rambling is abruptly cut off by a gasp, as Tony moves his hand from Peter’s ass to his hip and guides it dowards. Bucky groans appreciatively, throwing his own head back so it rests on the back of the chair.

Tony moves Peter’s hips down, slowly moving his own hand down Bucky’s cock until it’s under his balls, allowing Peter to take the entire shaft inside. “Beautiful,” Tony murmurs, loud enough for both of them to hear.

Peter whimpers and starts to shake slightly, so Bucky uses both of his hands to gently soothe Peter by petting his back. Peter gently bites at Bucky’s shoulder, panting heavily. “Fuck, Bucky, ‘s so big,” he slurs.

Bucky chuckles softly, rolling his head so he can look back down at Tony. “Watcha thinkin’, darlin’?” he asks, voice thick and slightly strained with the effort to keep still and not fuck up into Peter’s tight body.

Tony licks his lips, before leaning in and licking at the space where Bucky’s cock disappears into Peter’s ass. It pulls the most delicious noises from both of his lovers, noises Tony very much appreciates. “Do you think you have it in you to ride Bucky, sweetheart, or do you need help?”

Peter releases a shaky breath against Bucky’s neck, making Bucky shiver in pleasure. He pulls away from Bucky’s chest, resting his hands there instead so he can have leverage. “I can do it, Daddy, I wanna be good.”

Tony hums and pulls both his hands away, pulling himself out of his pants finally. “Good boy, you’re our very good boy.”

Peter blushes and starts to move up and down in Bucky’s lap, drawing gasps and moans from himself. Unlike how Bucky or Tony would guide the boy, he’s aiming for his prostate with every thrust, making his cock jump and drool already. “Bucky!”

“Careful, doll,” Bucky warns, his own voice affected by the sensations. “I don’t think Daddy wants you coming so soon.”

Tony grunts in the affirmative, moving one hand back up to slap Peter’s ass harshly. “Slow down angel, Daddy has plans for tonight. Don’t get too excited yet.”

Peter whines softly, pouting up at Bucky with wet eyes. “Maybe I do need help…”

Bucky grins, showing just a bit too much teeth, making Peter shiver and clench around Bucky. “Good boy, askin’ for help when you need it,” Bucky purrs. He notices Tony pull away, starting to work his way out of his shoes and pants.

Peter whines at Bucky’s attention being divided. “Bucky!”

The older man laughs softly and looks back to Peter, skating his hands down Peter’s back before cupping his asscheeks. He holds on with a tight squeeze, and starts to slowly move Peter up and down on his shaft, teasing them both. “God, angel, you’re so fucking tight.”

Peter whines and wiggles in Bucky’s grip, but eventually resigns himself to the slow pace. “Please Bucky, I need it, need you, need-” he whines and scrapes his nails down Bucky’s chest.

Bucky hisses at the slight pain, driving his hips up harshly in punishment. Peter whines and cries out, mouth hanging open. “More!”

Tony falls back down to his knees, putting a pillow from the couch under his knees first. He leans in and sucks Bucky’s balls into his mouth, making Bucky gasp and jerk his hips up again. “Oh, fuck, Tones,” he groans.

Tony lets go with a pop, roving his tongue up Bucky’s shaft so he can lick at Peter’s rim when Bucky pulls him down. His hand is slowly jerking himself off, his cock glistening with the flavored lube. His other hand rests on Bucky’s boot, almost as if to ground himself.

Peter moans every time Tony’s tongue laps over his hole, squeezing subconsciously and drawing pleased grunts from Bucky. They continue in this pattern until Tony gets bored and moves one hand to push Peter up and off of Bucky, making Bucky’s cock slap wetly into Peter’s crack.

Peter whines and looks over his shoulder, pouting at Tony. “Daddy!” He tries to push back down, but he doesn’t fight as hard with Tony as he does with Bucky.

Tony hums and brings his other hand up to grab Bucky’s cock, before swallowing him down his throat without any warning.

Bucky gasps and moans loudly, fighting to keep his hips still. “Oh, fuck, Tony, that’s so-”

Peter gasps and his eyes droop, forgetting how he wants to complain and simply enjoying the show underneath him. “Nasty, Daddy,” he whispers, cock twitching against Bucky’s abs.

Tony groans around Bucky before pulling back off with a pop, lapping at Peter’s hole a few times before guiding him back down to sit on Bucky’s cock. “Delicious,” he argues, eyes dark. “Ride him good now baby, make Bucky cum for me.”

Bucky’s cock twitches inside of Peter, who wastes no time in giving Bucky the ride of his life. His hips snap up and down relentlessly, head thrown back in pure pleasure, fingers digging into Bucky’s pecs.

Bucky groans happily, squeezing and kneading at Peter’s ass. He can’t decide if he wants to watch the beautiful scene of Peter bouncing on his cock like a good little whore, or if he wants to watch Tony on his knees, stripping his own cock with his eyes locked on Peter’s ass, chin shining with drool. Instead of deciding, his eyes flick lazily between them, and he bites his lip as pleasure floods through him.

Tony leans down and licks at Bucky’s balls again, and that’s all it takes to finally push Bucky over the edge. He groans loudly, leaning his head forward to fall on Peter’s shoulder, both hands gripping onto Peter’s hips with a bruising force as he drives up into the younger man.

He relaxes his grip when he finishes, cock twitching as it starts to soften inside Peter. Peter makes a pleased noise, cheeks pink and eyes lidded when Bucky leans back to look at him.

“Thank you for filling me up, Bucky,” Peter purrs, his own cock twitching and leaking onto Bucky’s abs.

Bucky chuckles breathlessly, pulling Peter up a bit so his cock will slide out. “Of course, darlin’,” he mumbles.

Tony groans from his spot on the floor, standing up slowly. “So fucking hot,” he whispers, leaning forward to kiss Peter’s hair before squishing the younger man between them so he can make out with Bucky.

While Bucky wouldn’t have minded sitting there forever, Peter whines and starts to wiggle impatiently. “Daddy!”

Tony chuckles and pulls away, running his hands down Peter’s back before grabbing at his leaking ass. “You aren’t satisfied with just Bucky, angel? You’re just too much of a cock hungry whore for one dicking down to be enough?”

Peter blushes, but he’s nodding with no hesitation. “Please Daddy, I need you too! Need your dick inside me, please Daddy.”

Bucky grins and runs his hands over Peter’s chest and torso. “Slut,” he whispers.

Tony sighs, pulling Peter’s left cheek back with one hand and stroking himself with the other. “You’re lucky I don’t mind Bucky’s sloppy seconds, aren’t you, kid?”

Peter gasps loudly and his cheeks get impossibly darker. “Daddy,” he whines, pushing his hips back.

Tony chuckles again, before he presses into Peter without hesitation, knowing their boy is nice and loose by now. He groans at the feeling of Peter’s walls, already dripping with their lover’s come, already fucked loose and sloppy.

Peter cries out in pleasure, eyes slipping closed as he tries to push his hips back to meet Tony’s. “Daddy!”

“So messy,” Tony growls, starting a fast pace and fucking as hard as he can into the willing man beneath. He knows Peter can take it. “Fucking slut, already dripping one man’s come and begging for more, begging for more dick and more come up your little ass.”

Bucky bites his lip as his cock twitches; damn Tony and his dirty talk. “The sounds,” Bucky whispers to no one in particular, but enjoys the way it makes Tony’s hips stutter and Peter’s face heat up.

“Bucky, don’t say-say…oh, Daddy, right there!” he forgets his embarrassment amusingly easily, going back to pushing his hips back.

Tony grunts softly, leaning back so he can watch his cock fuck the come out of Peter’s hole, watch as it dribbles down and makes a mess on Bucky’s softening cock and his abs. “Fuck,” he breathes, looking up to meet Bucky’s.

Bucky grins lazily at him, pinching Peter’s nipples under his fingers just to hear him gasp and whine. “Gonna make him even more messy, Tones? Gonna fill him up even more, stuff him so full of our come he’s gonna bloat with it?”

Tony pants out a shaky breath, snapping his hips harshly into Peter, who very much doesn't mind. Far from it, Peter is releasing a filthy stream of moans and whimpers that would make a pornstar blush.

“Please Daddy, please fill me up, please m-make- oh god -please make me messier, please, please let me come, I need it, I need-” He cries out as Tony’s hand wraps around his cock and starts to pump in time with his thrusts.

“You can come angel, come all over Bucky for us. Make him just as messy as you are.” Tony’s hips are starting to falter, and Bucky knows he’s close.

“Come together,” Bucky murmurs, eyes flitting between both of their faces. “Now.”

Peter goes first, having been on edge for so long. He comes so hard that his voice gives out along with his arms, and he falls onto Bucky. Tony holds his hips up though, and he continues to jerk Peter off through the orgasm, painting Bucky in his release just as they all wanted.

Tony is very close behind him though, shoving as deep inside of Peter as he can as he shoots streams of come inside the boy. He leans heavily over Peter when he finishes, making the younger man whine and squirm against Bucky.

Bucky chuckles softly, soothing Peter by rubbing his sides. “You did such a good job taking it, doll. Good job. Good boy for us.”

Peter keens at the praise, sleepily nuzzling into Bukcy’s neck. He clenches around Tony, making the older man grunt in pleasured oversensitivity.

Tony finally pulls out after that, licking his lips at the sight in front of him. “Fuck,” Tony whispers, knees hitting the pillow beneath him as he dives back in to lick at Peter’s crack.

Peter cries out and whimpers, sucking a mark into Bucky’s neck. “Daddy, ‘m sensitive.” He wiggles his hips as he tries to get away, but he’s already pressed completely into Bucky’s front. There’s nowhere to go.

Tony ignores him, grabbing onto Peter’s ass and licking as deep as he can, eating his own and Bucky’s come and cleaning him up.

“Fuckin’ nasty,” Bucky praises, his cock giving another valient twitch under Peter’s own cock.

“Make Daddy stop, Bucky,” Peter pouts, tightening his arms around the man under him.

Tony pulls back before Bucky can even try, licking his lips smugly. Then he pushes Peter up Bucky’s body once more and licks the come off of his cock and abs, cleaning Bucky as well.

Bucky grunts after he’s already clean, and Tony is pushing his luck. He gently presses his boot into Tony’s chest, pushing him away. Tony looks up at him with dark eyes, lips swollen and wet. “Don’t rile me up again, doll, unless you’re going to follow though. ‘Cos I think princess here is out for the count.”

Peter bites him to protest the comments, but he can’t even find the energy to verbally protest or move.

Tony bites his lip, obviously thinking about it. Then he sighs in defeat, moving to his feet on shaky legs. “Come on, angel, let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.”

Bucky grins and kisses Peter’s hair softly before lifting him into Tony’s arms. Peter whines and pouts at having to move, but his arms latch around Tony’s neck easily. “You go ahead, I’ll be in soon. I’m just going to clean up first.”

Bucky stays seated for a while longer, watching his lovers disappear into their bedroom, and sighs happily. He loves them so much, and loves watching them whisper to each other after such an intense scene.

He finally groans in annoyance, standing up and looking at the mess he now has to clean.

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Family Trip To Hell (Diyu)

Shadowpeach Family AU chapter 7

Summary: Wukong, Liu'er and Ma go to the underworld to get their kiddos names out of the book of the dead. Wukong's mom has a long overdue talk with her son.

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: Wukong and Macaque's past(mostly Wukong's tho), mentions of death(they're in the underworld), mentions of murder, implications of destructive tendencies,

A/N: There is a very minor OC here, he is a Diyu registrant/receptionist, so I've decided to call him Zhù Cè Rén which means registrant according to the translator I've been using. He and Liu'er are buds so Liu'er calls him Zhù Cè which is to register and that's why his name is that. His name is his job.

Yuze(Wukong and Ma's mom)

Shadowpeach Family AU Masterpost

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“Boring! This is the most boring way into the Diyu!” Wukong whined.

This entrance of the Diyu was pretty dull and mildly depressing. All the cool stuff was at another level. For their business today, they didn't need to go too far into the Diyu. Liu'er had insisted on not pissing off the underworld gods, again, so they were going the boring way.

“This place is depressing.” Ma commented, looking around at the large, cave-like passage they were using.

Unlike either of them, Ma had (luckily) never been to the Diyu before.

“It's the underworld, it's not supposed to be very fun.” Liu'er pointed out.

“Eh, guess so.” The albino monkey shrugged, adjusting her grip on Xuěhuā.

They walked for a few minutes longer, following behind Liu'er, they passed another set of guards checking for the living, his mate had a quick chat with the guards, who like all the others were happy to see him again, before they were allowed through.

A little further down, the passage opened up into a larger cavern. There was what looked like a desk carved out of the wall and a demon sitting at it, doing whatever it was underworld demons did when they weren't dealing with souls.

“Zhù Cè!” Liu'er called out, waving to his friend.

The demon glanced over and blinked a few times before scrambling to his feet to greet the shadow monkey.

“Liu'er! I haven't seen you down here in over a century! I was starting to think something happened to you!” The underworld attendant said excitedly.

“I've been a little busy. I thought I told you and yuè mǔ when I was last down here.” Liu'er said, lifting Chao-Xing out of his arms.

The little cub giggled at the sudden uppies. Zhù Cè stared at her with a scrunched up face.

“How in here did you two manage to make something so cute?” he asked, letting the cub grab one of his fingers in her little hands.

“Hey!” Wukong objected.

“No, no, I was wondering that too.” Ma said.

He glared over his shoulder at his annoying older sister. His daughter’s giggles brought his attention back to his mate and their child. Chao-Xing was playing with some squishy ball toy Zhù Cè had on his desk that she somehow got her little hands on.

The demon was staring at the playing baby monkey with more scrutiny than before. He pulled a pair of glasses out of his pocket, leaning closer to the infant.

“Zhù Cè…? What are you doing?” Liu'er asked, slightly leaning away.

“Oh… this is exciting!” Zhù Cè exclaimed, scrambling to write something down in the notebook Liu'er said he always had on him.

“What is exciting?” Wukong asked.

“That is a brand new soul!” Zhù Cè pointed at Chao-Xing.

“We haven't seen one of those in over a thousand years! … Odd that it's just the one, these usually happen in groups… oh! But you two made this one, it's impressive that you made this one, new souls are hard to create and maintain to term-”

“Hang on, can you back up a bit to the whole “brand new soul” part?” Liu'er said.

Yeah, what the actual fuck does that mean?!” Wukong agreed.

The demon shrunk back, searching his desk for something. His dark eyes lit up when he got whatever he was looking for. A heavily used scroll.

“Let's see here … ah- there it is. Celestial monkeys, you two, exist outside of the natural order, your creation doesn't happen the natural way. You don't have past lives, these are the first incarnations your souls have had,” he paused, gesturing towards the now bored infant chewing on Liu'er’s fur, “she's just like you, she doesn't have a past life, she's a new soul.”

Wukong glanced down at his daughter, the cub met his gaze with a cheerful chirp for snacks and cuddles. Liu'er passed her back without much fuss, he settled the little monkey in his arms. Considering how they made her, the new soul idea made sense.

“Does the new soul thing have any negative side effects?” Liu'er asked, masking his worry with a sense of curiosity in his voice.

“Nope. If anything, she's better off than the normal souls, she won't have any of the déjà vu they sometimes get from their past lives cause it doesn't exist for her.” Zhù Cè shrugged, setting his scroll back on his desk.

Wukong's ear flicked, Ma was cutting up a pear for Xuěhuā; the pair of albinos must have gotten bored with all the soul talk that didn't concern them.

“It's no wonder it took you a century to have a kid, new souls are hard to make.” Zhù Cè was saying.

“Really?” He asked, zeroing in on the demon.

The attendant shifted under his gaze.

“Yeah, if you didn't know how to do it right, it wouldn't work, no matter how hard you tried.” He said.

And here he was, thinking the problem had been them all along, turns out the problem was their species.

“That's all very nice, Zhù Cè, but be a dear and step aside. I'd like to talk with my son.”

The voice of Wukong's (recent) nightmares echoed throughout the cavern.

A monkey demon appeared in front of the Kings with crossed arms and a thoroughly pissed expression.

“Oh you are absolutely fucked.” Liu'er whispered.

“Not helping.” Wukong whispered back.

Yuze glared up at her son, scathing green eyes burning his skin as she examined him. She definitely wasn't pleased.

“Mā.” Wukong greeted nervously.

“Shí Hóu.” She growled.

“Yeah, you're so dead.” Ma commented.

Wukong glared at his sister, who cracked up behind him. Yuze growled a low warning, snapping her son's attention back to her.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” She prompted.

“Uh, we had a baby?” Wukong tried, holding Chao-Xing out for his mother to see.

The dull brown and gray monkey glanced down at the cub, happily chewing on her own tail completely oblivious to the tension.

“Cute. You're not getting out of this.” she said.

“I'll just take that from you.” Liu'er took Chao-Xing out of his doomed mate’s hands.

“You are in so much trouble, mister.” She growled.

Yuze grabbed him by his ear, dragging him further along the cavern. He heard Liu'er snickering from behind, and while he knew this was deserved, he couldn't stop himself from shouting,

“Hey! You did a lot of shit too! Why isn't she mad at you?!”

“She already talked to me about all of that. And I visit at least once a decade!” Liu'er shouted back.

Wukong reluctantly let his mother drag him to his doom. She took him further down the path, to a distance where her inevitable shouting wouldn't bother the cubs. No doubt Liu'er would hear every second of it.

Yuze finally stopped and turned around to face him. He winced at the anger in her eyes. She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she shook her head.

“You've done a lot of shit, Shí Hóu, I don't have the time or patience to cover everything. Just the big ones, alright?” She said, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“You're not shouting?” He asked in surprised confusion.

He'd been certain his mother would scream and shout, he was so sure she would be furious, that's why he avoided her for so long.

“I thought you were-”

“Shí Hóu, I was, and still am, but shouting won't get us anywhere. Let's just talk, okay?” She gave him a soft, understanding smile.

Tears stung his eyes. Over the centuries he forgot how understanding his mother could be.

“Talking sounds good.” He nodded.

She smiled before gently pushing him down.

“Get down there so I can see you properly.” She instructed.

Once he was sitting, she flicked his hair around with her tail, laughing not so quietly as she paced in front of him.

“Where do you want to start?” He asked nervously.

She paused, her tail tip twitched.

“That lion and his brotherhood.” she growled.

Wukong flinched, his old brotherhood was a sore subject for everyone involved, most recently with the whole DBK situation. Liu'er had never much cared for (or trusted) any of the others during their days as a brotherhood, he'd gotten closer with DBK after, mostly due to his relationship with Princess Iron Fan, and with what the others did, Wukong was perfectly fine with never discussing them again.

“What was the deal with him? Was he really able to convince you of his short sighted delusions that easily?” She asked, looking down at him with something akin to pity.

Wukong shifted under her intense gaze. Looking back, he wanted to strangle his younger self for trusting that liar. He wanted to strangle his younger self for a lot of things actually.

“I thought I could trust him, it was a stupid decision and I really should have seen the signs sooner, but I guess I just ignored them because I liked the way he made me feel.” he admitted slowly.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” She asked.

“I… not with them… not for a while…” he answered.

“And what were you looking for?” she pressed gently.

Wukong didn't want to say it out loud, he knew in his gut she wouldn't be offended, it still felt like a betrayal.

“… help…”

That was the simplest way he could put it. He knew she was well aware of what he was trying to find back then.

“Even when you already had it?” She pointed out.

He winced, she gave him a more stern look.

“You have a bad habit of trying to deal with things yourself, xiǎo guǐ.” she told him.

“Yeah… I know.” He sighed.

“Then why haven't you stopped?” She asked.

He looked up, about to rebut her statement

“Don't say you have, you stayed up on the mountain for three years dealing with a death by yourself, Mihou doesn't count, he had to go through the same shit. You didn't go to anyone about it, you still haven't.” she swiftly cut him off with a sharp stare.

“Back to the point, why did you listen to him over everyone else? Mihou hears the future, his abilities weren't as well developed back then but they still gave him an idea of what would happen, yet you ignored his warnings. I know you were arrogant and headstrong and didn't think about consequences, but that seems pretty extreme for you, you used to always listen to what Mihou said,” she paused and shot him a questioning look, “unless you were worse than I thought you were after I died?”

Wukong gave his mother a sheepish grin.

“Of course.” Yuze sighed heavily, rubbing her face.

“I'd ask where I went wrong, but I know where I went wrong.” She muttered to herself.

“Well, is that the only reason, or is there something else?” She said.

“He was saying what I wanted to hear… what I thought I needed to hear… it was pretty stupid in hindsight.” He said with a weak chuckle.

“Táo huā, everything looks different in hindsight.” She said lightly.

His chest warmed at her words.

“I’m glad you dealt with them, the elephant can be released someday, but the other two can stay in there for eternity for all I care.” She said.

“I couldn't agree more.” He nodded.

There was an awkward (to him at least) lull in the conversation.

“The eyes are new.” She said finally, gesturing to his face.

“Oh, uh, yeah… they've been like that for a while.” He scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

“I know.” She nodded before letting out another heavy sigh.

“Shí Hóu, we need to talk about what happened on your journey.”

“Mihou and I-”

She raised a single hand.

“You killed your mate. You killed your best friend. We need to talk about that.” She insisted.

“It's one of the reasons you've been avoiding me.” she added, crossing her arms.

Wukong shrunk away from her knowing gaze.

“Take your glamor down, I bet your hair's a mess.” She instructed.

He would have argued, but she was one hundred percent correct. His hair was a mess, Chao-Xing had decided to climb onto his head on the way here and chew his hair, she was definitely developing a chewing habit.

She sat down behind him, running her skilled fingers through his hair, eliciting fond memories from simpler times when he and his mother would talk about anything and nothing for hours on warm, sunny afternoons.

“I was confused when he showed up dead again, and when he told me what happened… I was… angry to say the least.”

“Now, I know what happened and why it happened, I know that it was a mistake, for both of you…” she trailed off, he felt her claws working through a tough knot.

“But! Just because I understand doesn't mean I'm not still just a little bit disappointed in the both of you. I thought I taught you better.” She finished, moving onto another knot.

“It broke him, you know that? Sure he was partially responsible for it, but never in his life did he think you would kill him, even if it was an accident.”

“He was so hurt when I first saw him, so hurt. He got angry later, but under all that anger and bitterness was a pain he didn't know what to do with.”

“He returned to life lost and broken. He had no idea what to do with himself, and while I suppose he ultimately went down a better path, he very easily could have gone the other way.” She told him somberly.

His mother fell quiet, working on his fur, Wukong finally found it in himself to ask her something.

“Do you know what happened after he came back? He's frustratingly vague about it whenever I ask.” He asked.

“Hmmm… nope!” She chirped smugly, popping the ‘p’.

“You do know!” He shouted, glaring over his shoulder at her.

She laughed, tossing her head back.

“It's not my story to tell Shí Hóu.” She said.

He huffed and turned around grumpily.

“I'm sure you'll find out soon, he's just saving it for some prank.” She patted his shoulder gently.

“You know that you've both been lucky so far, right?” She prompted a few minutes later.

“Hmm?”

“You worked through that issue, it took you ages and you dragged poor Chenxiang into it, but it's done now. So what are you going to do about the others you have? Or others you will encounter later?” She said, finally working out all the knots in his hair.

“What other issues?” He asked, glancing back at her.

“The business with Demon Bull King? Mihou was pretty upset when he told me about that.” Yuze pointed out.

“Oh.” She knows about that. He guiltily looked away from his mother's sharp green eyes.

“That's another thing I wanted to talk about.” she said, running her hands through his groomed hair, gently pulling and twisting it back into a braid.

“I didn't want him to die…” he admitted.

“Can you explain it?” She requested gently.

“He wasn't stopping, he was hurting innocent people, if he didn't stop they were going to do something about it… so it was either kill him or make him stop some other way!” He shouted

“… and he wouldn't listen to reason…” he finished.

“Reason means little in the face of emotion. You should know that by now.” She scolded lightly.

“I- uh- yeah, I should.” He relented.

“Oh little Shí Hóu, you still have no idea how to communicate.” She sighed fondly.

He huffed at her statement, slightly offended. He could communicate just fine!

“Here’s what you do, when he gets out, and I bet it's going to be soon, you need to have a talk with your brother. Explain your actions and motivations, then listen when he tells you his.” She told him.

“I'll give it a shot.” He said reluctantly.

DBK was unlikely to forgive him for what he did, he could have, should have, done something else. That way Princess Iron Fan wouldn't have had to defend her territory and raise her son all on her own, his former brother could have seen his son grow up, and Wukong took that from him. Gods, why didn't I do something else!

“Get out of your head, Táo huā.” Yuze snapped calmly.

He glanced at her, she raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“I'm still your mother, even if it's been over a thousand years, I know what you look like when you're lost in your thoughts.” She said, tucking a flower she got from… somewhere, into his now braided hair.

“Now, how are you and Mihou going to handle this going forward?” She prompted.

What do you mean?” Wukong turned around to face her.

“Are you going to tell your daughter?” She asked.

“Yes…?” He said uncertainly, praying she wouldn't elaborate.

“The truth, will you tell her the truth?” she specified, narrowing her eyes.

He coughed, he'd been hoping she wouldn't ask that.

“About what?” he asked, feigning ignorance.

Yuze swatted the side of his head.

“All of it, what you two did to each other, what you did to your brother. Are you going to tell her the truth about you?” She almost growled out.

Mango and I haven't even talked about this with each other yet… how the here am I supposed to answer that? He avoided his mother's all too knowing gaze.

“She has Mihou's ears, what will you do when she hears something you haven't told her about yet?”

“They don't seem to work the way his do, maybe they just look the same.” He suggested.

She glared at him. Yeah okay that wasn't the best suggestion, and Liu'er suspected that she would grow into her hearing.

“Are you even going to tell her at all?” Yuze growled.

“I don't know when we'll tell her!” He shouted.

“Once she's old enough to understand for sure, but we will tell her! Eventually.” Wukong insisted.

Yuze rested a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“It is better if you tell her sooner rather than lie to her longer.” She said knowingly.

“Are you going to say anything?” He asked hesitantly.

“I may not agree with your decision but I will respect it. Besides, it is not my story to tell.” she said.

Wukong let out a sigh of relief.

“But if she comes asking, and you haven't told her yet, I won't lie to her.” Yuze warned.

He nodded in understanding. She smiled, satisfied enough to drop the subject, for now.

“Let's head back, I've got grandkids to meet.” She said, fluffing up the top of his head as she stood.

He followed her up.

“Nuwa wants to know when you'll visit.” Yuze said out of the blue.

Wukong hummed in response. His relationship with his… creator… wasn't the best, not by a long shot.

The goddess never had anything to do with him. It had been easy enough to think that was just because Yuze had taken him as her own when he was younger and didn't know any better. But no! Nuwa had never gotten involved in his life at all, not even when he went to the celestial realm. She never paid any attention to him, never showed him anything but apathetic disinterest.

She didn't care.

That's what he thought for most of his life anyway, the truth wasn't much better.

She didn't think she needed to do any of that.

She hadn't thought she needed to take any action because by the time she realized he existed, Yuze had already taken him as hers and in her opinion, Yuze was doing a better job than she ever could, so she just didn't do anything!

The irony of a Mother Goddess being such a shit parent to her creation was laughable.

“Can’t wait to deal with that.” He grumbled.

Yuze swatted the back of his head.

“Nuwa fucked up, everyone, including her, can agree on that. She thought it was for the best and she was wrong. The important thing is that she realizes and admits she's wrong and she's trying to be better.” Yuze scolded him.

Wukong huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Give it a chance, it's not like you won't be fucking up with your own kid.” She told him.

“Wait, do you think I'm going to mess up that badly?” He asked, dread making his fur puff up.

He already had his doubts, his past experiences with teaching someone hadn’t gone well, if he was that bad of a teacher how bad of a parent would he be?

“Every parent messes up a little bit, mistakes are part of parenting.” She said.

“Really, how did you mess up?” He snapped.

She raised a challenging eyebrow at him, he immediately regretted his question.

“I didn't teach you murder was wrong. Because I didn't think I had to.” she said smugly.

“fuck.” He pouted.

She laughed, tossing her head back, as they finally got back to the main cave.

Wukong stepped to the side to avoid being knocked over by the blur of white slamming into his mother.

“Ma! How have you been, xiǎo guǐ?” Yuze chuckled, hugging her daughter.

Wukong gave his mother and sister some privacy, heading over to where Liu'er was sitting with the cubs.

Xuěhuā was squinting in the direction their mother went, undoubtedly only seeing a fuzzy patch of white in the darkness, while Chao-Xing was chewing her cousin's tail, because they obviously weren't using it.

She stopped using her cousin as a chew toy when she realized he was back. His little cub squealed, reaching her adorable little hands out for him. Chuckling, he let her grab onto one of his fingers.

Unsurprisingly, she started biting it.

“We have got to work on her biting habit.” He said to Liu'er once he sat down.

His moon nodded.

“One of these days she's going to try eating her own ears.” He sighed.

Liu'er's ears were covered in teeny tiny bite marks from their curious cub giving the glowing ears a little nibble whenever she was near them. She didn't have the strength to hurt anyone yet, and when one of them said “ouch” she'd stop and lick the spot she was just biting in a little apology.

It was one of the cutest fucking things he'd ever seen.

“Where'd Zhù Cè go?” Wukong asked, noticing the underworld demon's absence.

“Oh, he had to take care of something, got an urgent message from his boss. He said he'd be back soon.” Liu'er said.

Wukong felt the fur on the back of his neck standing up. He had a gut feeling there was some sort of trouble brewing. A quick glance at his mate showed he had the same feeling.

“We'll talk about it later, if it's not solved. He whispered as Ma and Yuze came back to them.

“If what's not solved?” Ma asked.

“Underworld business. Zhù Cè had to leave.” Liu'er answered easily.

His mother narrowed her eyes skeptically, but didn't make any comment about it. Instead she sat down and flicked her tails towards the pair of cubs.

“Now, who are these cute little cubs?” She asked.

Ma picked up her cub, bringing her closer to their mom.

“This is Xuěhuā, they can't see shit and refuses to wear glasses.” Ma said, setting the toddler cub into Yuze's arms.

The mostly blind cub blinked their pale eyes cluelessly at the strange monkey.

“Who you?” they asked.

“I'm your grandmother.” Yuze said.

“Mama's Mama?” They inquired.

“Yes, that's me.” She answered.

“You smell good. I like you.” Xuěhuā chirped, happily cuddling up to her.

“Well, I'm so glad I smell good.” Yuze chuckled.

“Yeah, smell like a baby! Sweet!” Xuěhuā nodded aggressively.

“Like a baby? No that can't be right, babies are stinky.” Yuze shook her head.

“I can prove!” Xuěhuā insisted.

They scrambled out of their grandmother's hands, scurrying over to Chao-Xing sitting on his lap.

“Can I borrow?” Xuěhuā asked him.

He glanced at Liu'er, his moon nodded, a soft smile on his face at the toddler's antics.

“Sure thing kiddo.” He allowed.

Xuěhuā squealed, happily taking Chao-Xing out of his lap. The smaller cub let out a confused squeak as she was carried over to the brown and gray monkey.

“Here! Smell!” Xuěhuā demanded, shoving their cousin into Yuze's face.

Chao-Xing gave them the angriest baby face she could muster up.

“Hmm, this baby doesn't smell like a baby, she smells like fruit.” Yuze said.

“That's all uncles feed her!”

“hmm… I think this baby is made of fruit.” Yuze concluded.

“No! She's not fruit!” Xuěhuā giggled.

“Here! You check!” The albino toddler just dropped his cub.

He swore he had a heart attack.

Nothing happened, Yuze had her hands underneath Chao-Xing the entire time in case Xuěhuā slipped.

“Xuěhuā, you can't drop the baby.” Ma scolded lightly.

“Okay.” Xuěhuā turned back to Yuze.

“She's not fruit.” Xuěhuā stated confidently.

“I guess not.” Yuze conceded to the cub.

“Oh! She's got two tails! And glowies! I like glowies!” Xuěhuā chirped.

“I bet she's much easier to find.” Yuze agreed, frowning slightly at the cub in her hands.

“How old is she?” She asked.

Wukong's tail twitched anxiously.

“About six months.” He said.

“She's a bit small, does she eat enough?” She inquired, her fur puffing slightly.

“She's got Wukong's appetite.” Liu'er snorted.

“Ah, well all cubs grow differently, some slower than others.” She said.

“What's this little one's name?” she asked.

“Sun Chao-Xing.” His moon said proudly.

“How long of a fight was that one?” Yuze snickered.

“They fought for about a decade.” Ma said.

Wukong stuck his tongue out at his sister.

“I'd expect nothing less.” His mother laughed.

They spent another hour or so talking more until Zhù Cè finally came back, with the king of the underworld himself in tow.

King Yama had the Book of the Dead and miffed expression on his face.

“Sun Wukong, you are permitted to remove the names of your child and your sister's child, no others.” Do you understand?” The king growled.

Before he could even say anything to the underworld king, his mother grabbed him by his ear, yanking him towards her.

“Don't try anything.” She warned with a growl.

“I won't! I promise!” he squealed, absolutely embarrassing himself in front of the present company.

Yuze released him. He rubbed his sore ear. The underworld king had a barely concealed smirk on his face.

“I understand.” He nodded.

“Very well, the pages have been marked in advance.” King Yama said, opening the book.

Wukong took Xuěhuā’s name off first, then Chao-Xing’s. He didn't get to take much of a look at the page once he crossed his daughter's out, Yama shut it before he could get a good look.

“Your business is finished here. Please get out of my domain.” King Yama ordered somewhat politely.

Liu'er snickered. Wukong knew Yama had a pretty good reason for not wanting him down here, the last time he was here he wrecked a lot of important stuff looking for answers, but that didn't mean he wasn't a bit offended by it. Yuze grabbed his arm.

“Yes, you're on your way out now, I'll see you to the exit.” She said, glaring at him pointedly.

He rolled his eyes, it's not like he had any reason to cause trouble this time. Liu'er said goodbye to Zhù Cè, Wukong noticed the demon was considerably more nervous than he had been before.

Maybe Yama’s mad he wasn't doing his job. He thought.

He and Liu'er walked ahead of his mother and sister, they were talking about ways to see each other more frequently, apparently his mother had a few favors with Nuwa she could cash in.

The only good thing he could say about his creator is that it certainly looked like she was trying.

They reached the entrance to the Diyu pretty quickly, Liu'er was wished goodbye and good luck by everyone they passed.

“Don't let the little ones test their immortality too much.” His mother warned lightheartedly, playfully flicking each cub's fur up with her tail.

“We won't.” Ma said, hugging their mother.

“We leaving nǎi nai?” Xuěhuā asked sadly.

“Cheer up bèi, you'll see me again.” Yuze told the cub.

“Okay Nǎi nai! Bye!” Xuěhuā chirped, waving their hand excitedly as Ma stepped through to the other side.

“You two be careful with that little one there okay?” Yuze said.

“Of course Mā.” Liu'er nodded to her.

“And don't smother her either.” She added.

“We won't.” Wukong laughed.

“I expect to see you again before she turns two.” She said, giving them both a tight hug.

She had to stand on her toes to reach them properly.

“You both got too tall.” She huffed.

They all laughed.

“Well, you better not keep Ma waiting.” Yuze said.

“Right, see you soon.” Wukong said.

Yuze watched her son and son in law leave the Diyu. She turned, heading back into the Diyu.

The realm’s King was beyond her reach, he didn't like her much anyway. Zhù Cè was helpfully scared of crossing her, he had let her know when her son arrived.

The registrant paled once he saw her.

“Zhù Cè, what's going on down here?” She asked.

“I'm afraid I can't tell you that.” He admitted.

She glared at him.

“Is it going to be a problem?” She prompted.

“No…” he glanced away.

“Is it a problem for my family?” She hissed.

“I'm really very sorry, but I can't tell you.” Zhù Cè insisted.

She growled.

“It is none of your concern regardless.” King Yama said from behind her.

She glared over her shoulder.

“I think it's time you returned to your mistress, monkey.” He sneered.

“You know, I'm glad I don't have to be stuck here.” She snarled, baring her fangs at the King as she left the underworld.

Nuwa glanced up once she returned.

“How'd it go?” the Mother Goddess asked nervously.

“Yama is an asshole.” She growled.

“Something happened in the Diyu while we were down there. He doesn't want anyone to know what it is.” She crossed her arms with a sigh.

“Think it means trouble?” She glanced at the goddess.

“It's not anything good, that's certain.” Nuwa sighed.

Yuze watched her friend carefully, she had been acting differently for the last three years. Something weighed heavily on her mind.

“I got to meet the little one.” She said, changing to a lighter subject.

“What's she like?!” Nuwa asked excitedly.

Yuze smiled, happy to spend the rest of the day gushing about their granddaughter and her grandchild.

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I rushed it a bit at the end, mostly cause I just wanted this chapter to be done. I've been working on it for almost 4 months. It was fun but lots of big emotion stuff and it kept getting away from me and I have a bunch of notes on the stuff in this chapter so please feel free to ask questions if anything confuses you!

Next chapter is shenanigans!

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hinatastinygiant · 5 months

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1 | Crimson Glory

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader

Serpents and Roses

You see George, you really had a wonderful life. Don't you see what a mistake it would be to throw it away?

"You're watching this again?" your older brother, James, grumbles as he opens the front door to your shared apartment and sees you sitting on the couch shoving popcorn in your mouth. "You do know it's only August, right?"

"Yeah," you nod, not letting your eyes leave the screen. "But I like this movie. It's-"

"I know," James cuts you off and you can feel his eye roll from across the room. "It's a 'classic'."

You pause the movie and look over at him, "What's that supposed to mean? Don't you think it's a good film?"

"Sure," he sighs, setting down his stuff and walking over to the small kitchen. "But you watch this movie any time of year. Why not wait until Halloween and watch it then, too?"

You groan as you reach for the remote and once more continue what you were watching. It's not long after that James comes over, sorting through the mail as he sits beside you. "Anything interesting in the post?" you ask, glancing at him quickly between handfuls of popcorn.

"Huh," he replies, piquing your interest.

"'Huh', what?" you say, putting the bowl aside.

"It's a response."

"Ooh," you say, getting a closer look at the envelope. "You think you've actually found a stable job, James?"

"Oh shut up, you," he laughs, swatting at you with the letter before going back to open it. You wait with bated breath, hoping this isn't just another rejection. James has been struggling to find a job ever since graduating high school. And since it's just the two of you, well, there's just that much more pressure on him.

"Who's it even from?" you then question him. "What'd you apply to this time? Gonna go shake some ass at Chix N Dix," you begin to laugh.

"No!" he snaps, glaring at you. "I met this guy... Black, he said his name was, a few weeks back. He offered me a job on the spot but I really didn't think he actually meant it."

"Really?! And you didn't tell me?!"

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" he groans. "There was something off about him, I've got to say... I mean, if he wants me then he's got to be desperate."

You roll your eyes at your brother's comment. He always was smart. If only you had money, he'd thrive in college. "Huh, well the letter does look strange... Open it."

James does. But just after he rips the seal, the letter forms into a mouth and begins to speak. Immediately, you let out a scream and grab onto him. James laughs at you as though he's seen this happen a hundred times before.

"I-Is this normal to you?" you ask, gulping hard to still your nerves.

"I must be tripping so hard right now," he shakes his head.

"Idiot," you say, punching him in the arm. "I can see it, too."

"James Bennett, you have been cordially invited to join the staff of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as its newest Muggle Studies Professor. Please report to the school immediately to begin your employment," the letter says aloud.

"Hogwarts? A what kind of school?" you ask him, trying to process everything from over his shoulder.

"Don't know, but it must be a private boarding school or something," James nods.

"This letter's all fancy," you reply, taking a closer look. "That sounds like a really big deal. Are you sure you're up to it? You're barely twenty thr-"

"Please, this isn't just about me. It's a high school. You could attend. It would be great for your senior year!"

"I'm eighteen. It's not like I'm just starting high school. Besides, I don't have the grades to-"

"You can still get in," James says, placing his hands on your shoulders. "They must want us for a reason. We should at least try it."

Before you can object, James replies to the letter, saying that he accepts the offer to work at Hogwarts. Immediately, it deflates like some sort of balloon, leaving the two of you to sit there and stare at each other like the two idiots you are.

"Well, better get packing," James says as he stands up.

"What?! So we're not even going to talk about-"

"Nope. Go and pack your things, Y/N. You heard the letter. Immediately," he tells you as he begins to walk out of the room.

"James," you call out, following him as your bowl of popcorn falls to the floor. "What about our home? Where is this place? We don't have a car."

"This place has housing. Black told me," he insists. "We'll be okay."

"But how do you know that?" you hum.

He lets out a sigh and turns around to face you. With worried eyes, you watch as he drops his hands on your shoulders. "Because I just do. I've got a good feeling about this, Y/N. I promise. And I think you'll like it there, too."

"Fine," you sigh, giving in. "But if you're wrong and it's awful, we're coming right back here and we're done with whatever this is. You have a year to make it work."

"Sounds fair," James grins as he goes back to walking down the short hallway to his room.

In the meantime, you walk back to the main room, turn off the television, and pick up the spilled popcorn. You unload the DVD from the player and carry it to your bed. Then, begrudgingly, begin to back.

"James!" you shout once you've finished. "Hey! I'm all packed! Where exactly did you say this place-"

You stop once you set foot in James' room. He isn't there. "James?!" you call out again, looking everywhere in the small apartment. But he isn't anywhere to be found. "Fucking asshole," you grumble as you reach for your phone. But suddenly, there's a whooshing sound right in front of you and you see a tall man dressed in a black suit staring down at you. In a panic, you scream and drop your phone. But before you can make a run for the door, he grabs you and somehow teleports you out of your room.

"Holy shit," you say once your world stops spinning. You fall to your knees, thinking you're about to throw up. "What the fuck just happened to me?!"

You look around the room, an office of some kind, and see James sitting on a couch nearby. "Are you okay?" he asks softly. All you can manage to do is nod.

"Hello, Miss. Y/N. My name is Headmaster Phineas Nigellus Black. I do apologize for the way you were brought here. I am quite aware that it can be disorienting. However, it is the best way to enter and exit Hogwarts on such short notice."

You look at the man, standing beside the door. He must have been the one who brought you here. It all happened so fast you can't quite remember his face. You smile at him like a drunken idiot.

"Professor Bennett, Miss Y/N, please do not worry about your things. I will have Scrope, my house elf, fetch them for you," he nods politely.

"House... elf..." you mutter. You must be hearing things.

Finally, you decide to get a good look at what Headmaster Black looks like without your vision completely impaired. He's got his hair slicked back and is wearing what must be a suit more expensive than your home. But his face is kind so it does help you relax a bit.

"Again, I am sorry for the last-minute notice, but this is a new class we're offering as some of our students don't quite understand muggle life and are not very empathetic to them," he explains to the both of you.

"I'm sorry sir, but you're going to have to give me some time to get familiar with your jargon," you hear James say, and it nearly makes you laugh. "Could you explain what a muggle is?"

"Why, it refers to a human who has no knowledge of the magic community. And no magical abilities. Which is why we're bringing the two of you here," he explains. "This is a school for witches and wizards to learn their craft. There are classes such as herbology, defense against the dark arts, charms, transfiguration, and many more."

You're still kneeling on the floor. You can't seem to bring yourself to stand up as you listen to him drone on and on.

"So, what about this new class?" James finally asks for the pair of you.

Headmaster Black approaches you and holds out his hand. You accept it and allow him to walk you over to where James is sitting. You thank him as you fall back into the softest sofa in the world.

"This new class, taught by a muggle, will educate the students on what life is like in the muggle world. Things they'll need to know in the future, as all of them will deal with the muggle world at some point in their lives if they haven't already," Headmaster Black tells the two of you.

"Shit, I must be tripping so hard right now," you shake your head, earning a nudge on the shoulder from James.

"I accept your offer, Headmaster. I'm happy to teach. Though, I'd appreciate if you could explain the jargon," he then says as a woman walks in and steals your attention.

"All in due time my friend," Black bows. "And to you, Miss Y/N, our newest seventh-year student, you will be able to finish out your last school year at Hogwarts, and then you'll be free to pursue a career of your own choosing," he smiles at you.

"Wait, what?!" you gasp, shooting up from your seat.

"Professor Weasley," he continues, ignoring your outburst. "Would you be so kind as to escort Professor Bennett and Miss Y/N to where they will be staying?"

"Of course, Headmaster," she nods. "Welcome to Hogwarts. My name is Matila Weasley. I'm sure you're both very confused and overwhelmed, but I'll be happy to answer any questions you have along the way."

"Where's the bathroom?" James immediately asks. "I'm going to throw up."

After a ten-minute break, once James has emptied all the contents of his stomach, Professor Weasley begins to walk the two of you through the castle. "It's quite late now, but tomorrow you'll be able to explore the grounds at your leisure," she tells the two of you.

"So... this is real?" you ask as you guide your hand along a moving wall.

"Quite," Professor Weasley nods. "This is the reality. The muggle world is merely an illusion."

"And what the hell are we supposed to tell our friends back home? That their world is a lie?" James then asks.

"The truth," Weasley shrugs. "But no one will believe you. Most people assume we're a myth. You'd have a better chance convincing them you've met a talking lion than telling them you work and study here."

"Oh please, James," you roll your eyes. "Your only friend is the pillow you kiss every night."

"Shut up," he groans.

"Here we are," Weasley announces. She steps aside, allowing the both of you to get a good look at your new living quarters. "Y/N, this will only be temporary for you. Once school begins in a week, you'll be sorted into one of the four houses and will move into your dormitory."

"Okay," you nod, not wanting to get much more info on that right now.

"James, this will be where you live. I do hope you find it comfortable enough," she adds, turning her head towards him. "It includes a bathroom and a muggle kitchen for you to use at your leisure. As a member of the staff, you have full access to the grounds and all of its amenities."

"This will be nice, thank you," James smiles, taking a few steps inside.

"Of course," she says, returning the gesture. "You two get a good night's sleep. Professor Bennett, I'll see you tomorrow to show you to your classroom. You've got a lot to do in just one week."

"Thank you," he nods, waving her off. "Good night."

"Good night," she says to the pair of you before walking off.

Once the two of you are alone, you let a big smirk grow on your face. "I'd appreciate if you could explain the jargon," you say, mocking the words he had said before. "Please, James, do tell me what you know the word 'jargon' means."

"I swear I'm gonna kill you," he sighs. "You better not mess this up for us."

"I'm sure I'll be fine as long as you don't poison me with your shit cooking," you snort.

"That was one time!" he groans. "Can't I ever live that down?"

"Nope!" you laugh as the two of you head further into the small flat.

"Anyway," James says, changing the subject. "Let's unpack and get some rest."

"Sure," you nod, heading to your room.

Once you get there, you notice all of your things have been brought and neatly arranged inside. It makes you feel a little less homesick. Even though you've barely even left.

"Oh, Y/N, one thing," James calls out, stopping you in your tracks.

"What?" you groan, turning around to face him.

"No fucking the professors, alright?" he smirks, waging a finger at you.

"Oh please," you laugh. "If anyone's gonna have an inappropriate relationship, it's gonna be you. But don't worry, I'll stay away from your little boyfriend, Black."

"God, you're such a bitch," he chuckles, rolling his eyes.

"You love me," you blow a kiss to him. "Night, James."

"Go to bed, you little brat. I'll see you in the morning."

Serpents and Roses

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m-jelly · 1 year

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Hi jelly! Remember me? I saw your requests were open so I have an idea I would like to share with you. A Levi x reader (obviously) we’re they have like 4-5 kids that are grown with the youngest being in her last year of high school and it was thought that since reader and levi are older they wouldn’t be able to have any more kids (key word being thought) and after some smexy times reader feels really weird after a couple of months and starts craving weird food. It’s actually levi that connects the dots as he realizes that she only ever wanted to eat those specific kinds of food when she was pregnant.so they take a pregnancy test together and no surprise it’s positive and reader is floored she for sure thought she was to old to have kids but I guess not.then comes the ordeal of telling the other kids who are obviously surprised and happy at the prospect of getting another sibling. Than maybe some snippets of the pregnancy progression and Levi and reader talking about having a kid again after 17 years and maybe a scene of them telling grandma kuchel about the surprise grandchild. Maybe a scene where the whole family meets the surprise grandchildren because drum roll please SUPRISE TWINS a boy and a girl.

So, I had to change a few things around to fit with health and safety and biology etc. This will also be a bit on the serious side.

@kenkopanda-art <3

Note: Reader is 37 in this fic to fit the request. The eldest child is 17, not the youngest.

Worries and blessings

Pairing: Dad!Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Dad Levi, parents, four kids, fluff, romance, angst, emotional, medical talk, age talk, serious talks, pregnancy, mentions of labour, mentions of medical tests.

Concept: You start to get a familiar feeling inside you, so you decided to take a pregnancy test. You're shocked to find you're pregnant because Levi had a vasectomy. Troubled by your findings and your age, you confront your husband and kids about it. All are thrilled. You go to your doctor and find you have to go to extra appointments and take extra tests due to your age. Levi supports you through worrying tests and until the end.

Warning: Mentions of medical tests, mentions of pregnancy worries, mentions of age worries, mentions of pregnancy.

Not tagging due to a few warnings involved.

You stared at the tests in your hands, all of them saying the same thing. You felt the tears stinging your eyes as your worry set in. You knew the risks, but part of you was so very happy that you could welcome another little Ackerman into the world.

A little knock on the door made you look up and see your husband. You smiled softly. "Hey, love."

He gulped hard as he worried. "Are you okay?"

You laughed a little because it was the only reaction you could give that was positive, otherwise, you would cry. "I uh...I'm impressed by you. You had the snip but your swimmers are strong."

"What do you mean?"

You handed him the tests over. "Levi, I'm pregnant."

He stared at the tests before looking back at you. "Pregnant?"

You nodded. "Yeah."

He put the tests down before kneeling in front of you and holding your hands. "It's going to be okay. I'm with you every step of the way, no matter what you choose and no matter what happens." He covered your hands in kisses. "I love you."

You shook a little as you held back sobs. "I love you so much."

Levi knelt up and wrapped his arms tightly around you. "Whatever you want, we'll do it."

You pulled back and laughed. "God, what is our daughter Kuchel going to think? She's in her last year of high school."

"Hmm, I'm sure she'll think it is fun if we are going ahead with this."

You gazed at Levi and nodded. "I want to keep them."

Levi smiled at you. "Okay. Well, it is a good job I kept a lot of the baby stuff."

You laughed. "You couldn't let them go, huh?"

"It's hard, okay? You know I love kids."

You stood up and released a long sigh. "Let's go tell our kids then."

Levi put his arm around you and guided you downstairs to see the kids sitting around the dining table doing their homework and helping each other. Kuchel was 17, Evan was 15, Dean was 13 and Lilly was 10. Each child you had was precious to you and Levi.

Levi sighed. "Ackerbabies, we need to talk."

Kuchel put her pen down. "What's wrong? Who hurt Mum? Who are we burying?"

Evan pouted. "No one hurts our mum."

Levi blushed as you stared at him. "I didn't teach them this." He cleared his throat. "Anyway, my little Ackerbabies, we have some news to tell you and we need to be a strong family through it all."

Lilly gazed at you. "Are you okay? Mummy?"

Dean reached over and held your hand. "You look like you've cried."

You ruffled his hair and kissed the top of his head. "I'm okay. There are just going to be some changes happening in our home. You are all wonderful and you have been there so much for your father and me."

Levi sighed. "Your mum is pregnant."

You jumped and stumbled into Levi's arms as your kids jumped around screaming and cheering. "My goodness. I was not expecting this reaction."

Levi laughed. "I wasn't either, looks like they're happy."

Levi hugged you tightly inside the hospital. He knew you were a little worried and scared to do your next tests. You had blood taken and tested. Today you were having your results and then another scan too.

He let you go and kissed your forehead. "It'll be okay."

You nodded and whined. "I just hope they're okay."

"They will be." He cupped your face. "I have full faith."

You smiled and snuggled up to your husband. "Yes."

"Mrs Ackerman?" The nurse smiled at you. "Come with me."

Levi held your hand tightly and escorted you. "It'll be okay."

You gulped hard. "Yes." You sat in the chair and waited for the doctor. You smiled as she came in with your file. "Hello."

The doctor winked at you. "Mrs Ackerman, hello. I have your blood work here." She sat down and sighed. "All good news. We don't see any abnormalities at all, so you're doing really well. I do need to get another scan done."

"Something wrong?"

"No, I just need to confirm something. So, hop onto the bed and I'll do an ultrasound."

Levi helped you onto the bed and held your hand. "I am sure it's all okay." He covered your hand in kisses. "My sweet and precious wife."

The doctor moved your top up and moved the device on your baby bump. "Let's have a look...ah! Just as I suspected."

You frowned. "Suspected?"

She turned the screen. "You are having twins."

Your eyes widened when you saw two babies. "T...T...Twins?"

She hummed a laugh. "That's right."

Levi grinned. "Twins!"

The doctor printed off a picture. "Here you go. Your babies."

Levi held the picture and began bouncing up and down in delight. "Twins."

You giggled. "It's exciting, huh?"

The doctor cleaned you before letting out a long sigh. "Now, we need to talk about your delivery day. It will be a c-section due to your age and for yours and the baby's safety. I'll give you some information about it, but we will need to have a meeting regarding it closer to the day you are due."

Levi squeezed your hand as reality hit him. "What happens if she goes into labour before then?"

"She'll need to be rushed here. There are a lot of risks and concerns when you get past 35 and become pregnant. I can assure you we will do everything we can to keep your wife and your babies healthy and well." She smiled. "I don't mean to scare you both."

You got off the bed. "That's okay. I understand the concerns because when I found out I was pregnant, we did worry a lot."

Levi nodded. "We did. Day at a time, right?"

Levi ran through the halls until he arrived in the waiting room to see his kids, your parents and his mother. He smiled at them. "Momma and babies are doing great! She's been moved into the recovery room."

Levi's mother, Kuchel, tackled her son into a hug. "I'm so glad! I was worried about her."

Levi let his mother go before hugging all his kids. "It's okay little ones, Mum's okay." He smiled when he heard a few crying. "Hush now. Let's go see your mother, okay?"

Your mother let out a long sigh. "I'm so glad she's okay. We'll wait here with your mother."

Levi waved to them. "Thank you." He hurried down the hall with his four kids. He stopped outside your room and hushed his four. "Calm, okay? Your mother is recovering." He opened the door and smiled at you. "Hey, my love."

You waved weakly. "Hey." You sat up and smiled. "Hey, kids. Lovely to see you all. Come meet your brother and sister." You giggled as they ran over to the babies in their cots. "I know you'll all be wonderful big brothers and sisters."

Your daughter Kuchel smiled at her brother and sister. "Can I pick one of them up?"

Evan bounced up and down. "Can I pick up the other?"

Levi hummed a laugh. "Sure, but be careful, okay?"

Kuchel picked up her sister and gasped. "So tiny."

Evan picked up his brother. "So cute."

Levi sat on the bed with you as your other two kids gazed at the babies. "They're small because they had to share your mum's belly."

Kuchel grinned. "You're incredible, mum."

You wafted your hand. "You're too kind."

Lilly gazed at you. "You're so strong!"

Dean nodded. "And brave."

Evan smiled softly. "You're the best. You do so much for us."

Levi gave you a big squeeze before kissing your hand. "Your mum is truly wonderful. We all love you so much." He kissed you and smiled. "Love you."

You giggled as your kids hugged you and said they loved you. "I love you all so much."

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