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George Clark Reblogs

A collection of my fav George Clark fics in one place :)

SERIES:

Inside @tomsparkyr

Pairing: George Clarke x fem!reader

You got me nervous Part 2 18+ @clarkeysbedchem

Pairing: George Clark x fem reader

ONESHOT

18+ “No Hesitation it’s literally George Clark” @authortelevision

Pairing: George x Fem!Reader

“Keep it cute keep it quiet” @eldulcopatato

Pairing: George Clarke x Reader

Late Night Talking @ghostwrittenbygrace

Pairing: George x Fem!Reader

Slip ups @clarkeysbedchem

Pairing: George Clark x fem reader

Scratches 18+ @livvymd

Pairing: George Clark

Inside Jealousy @moonsprcngs

Pairing: George Clark x fem!reader

Like you’re art @sweetfcwn

Pairing: George Clark

Summer nights, mid July 18+ @clarkeydreaming

Paring: George Clark x fem!Reader

Beat it, punk 18+ @pretendyoucantseeme

Paring: George Clark x fem!Reader

A special request 18+ @forchencookie

Pairing: George x Fem!Reader

Insufferable @headinthewalls

Paring: ex-husband George x reader

Crush 18+ @teleskinnd

Pairing: George x Fem!Reader

Janie @headinthewalls

Pairing: George x Fem!Reader

yours, last night 18+ @the-internets-girlfriend

Pairing: George Clarke x Reader

Summer Lovin @abbotafterhours

Pairing: George Clarke x Reader

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✧ jealousy (peter) ✧

a list of peter parkers fics with jealousy as a main trope. don’t forget to support these writers by reblogging their fics and leaving them feedback! any new fics i find will be added here.

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last updated: 9/2/22

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oneshots

✦ boys and girls by @peterpparkerwrites ✦

↬ based on “boys and girls” by james tw!

↬ word count: 5k

✦ that should be me by @waitimcomingtoo ✦

↬ Big Time Rush and Justin Bieber are the I things helping Peter through the fact that you have a boyfriend.

↬ word count: n/a

✦ the hint by @/waitimcomingtoo ✦

↬ Peter gets jealous when you have to flirt with someone else on a mission

↬ word count: n/a

✦ kiwi by @/waitimcomingtoo ✦

↬ Peter is skeptical of your new guy friend

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✦ brutal out here by @/waitimcomingtoo ✦

↬ Peter gets jealous when you get paired with Brad for a project

↬ word count: n/a

✦ the skirt with powers by @xiderxlow ✦

↬ while you're at school helping decorate for a dance, peter gets jealous when other boys are watching you as your skirt keeps lifting up.

↬ word count: n/a

✦ six feet under by @vendettaparker ✦

↬ When Peter broke up with you, he never expected to see you fall into the arms of Harry Osborn.

↬ word count: 2.8k

✦ maybe i am jealous by @spiderboytotherescue ✦

↬ “No, I can’t hang out, I’m on a date and you know that.” “Okay, maybe I am a bit jealous.”

↬ word count: n/a

✦ green with envy by @lazycherri ✦

↬ Peter, blinded by his jealousy, accidentally reveals his feelings for you.

↬ word count: 1.1k

✦ green isn’t your colour by @iridescentparkers ✦

↬ trying to impress the perfect girl can be hard, especially for peter. in need of some help, he asks you, and you get a little jealous.

↬ word count: 1.9k

✦ jealous by @starktonyx ✦

↬ Peter is jealous of you dating Brad Davis. He acts like an idiot before finally confessing his feelings.

↬ word count: 3.6k

✦ you belong with me by @spideyyboii ✦

↬ you’ve had feeling for your best friend peter for years however, all he’s ever shown interest in was other girls. That is until a certain young man who goes by the name brad begin flirting with you.

↬ word count: 1.6k

✦ mr smiles by @scandalous-chaos ✦

↬ Being trapped on a ferris wheel with your best friend makes you exposed to yet another one of his secrets - fear of heights.

↬ word count: n/a

✦ illuminated by @web-of-fics ✦

↬ After reader helps Flash with an assignment, Peter can’t help but reveal his true feelings.

↬ word count: 2.1k

✦ kiss it better by @selfcarecap ✦

↬ Peter tries to prevent you from making a bad decision with your boyfriend-of-one-week. Little does he know, he’s got it all figured out wrong.

↬ word count: 2.5k

✦ steve rogers fics by @parkers-gal ✦

↬ peter finds you reading fanfiction about steve rogers

↬ word count: 1k

✦ pickles and flowers by @mywldflwers ✦

↬ n/a

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Waddle Woes

Summary: At seven months pregnant, you’ve perfected the art of the waddle. Your emotions are a little out of wack. Plus you may or may not enjoy pickle and peanut butter sandwiches. And your sweet, handsome husband likes to test your delicate patience. Andy Barber x Black Reader

*Warnings: Fluff, Emotional Pregnant Reader, Weird Cravings, Waddles, Threats of Violence (Towards Andy Barber) Minors DNI

A/N: Part of this idea came from the lovely mind of @writer84. Let me know what you think! Part of my Growing Pains Series. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

You waddle into the kitchen when you hear Andy enter the house. Yes, at seven months pregnant, you waddled. With gusto. And you hated it. You felt like a damned penguin. Your husband thought it was adorable, but that man was also lucky that you hadn’t smothered him with a pillow in his sleep.

You weren’t necessarily proud of it, but yes, the thought had been there. You had always been a stomach sleeper, but now you had to sleep on your side. Or your back. But when you slept on your back you tended to snore. Andy didn’t seem to mind, not that he had a say in it. But you did when you managed to wake yourself up with sounds coming out of your clogged nose and open mouth. It made you feel so pretty.

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messy

✦Main Masterlist - Read on aO3!✦

✦summary: You know Steve doesn't see you like that. You know because you asked him, and he said no. So it's not really fair, that he'd reject you and keep making you love him after, is it. ✦

✦warnings/tags: steve rogers x female!reader, modern!au, no use of y/n, pining, rejection (at the start, off page, and steve's a liar about it), no description of reader (pictures for aesthetic only), fluff, angst, love confessions, some plot to get to all that porn, feral level smut, (dry humping, teasing, making steve lose control, fingering, light spanking, praise kink, manhandling, big dick steve, squriting, p in v sex, creampie, breeding kink, soft!dom steve), soft!steveoutside of smut✦

✦wc: 10.9k✦

✦Author's Note: this one hit ME too hard bc i based it on real life too much. oops. all the better for the horny ig. Enjoy!✦

You’re not looking for him in the crowd. And if anyone says you are, they’re a big, fat liar.

Active scanning is not looking. It’s a part of the job, to see who’s here. What kind of interviews you’re going to be able to get, who’s already closing in on who, who’s snuggled up and gossiping and might not notice you eavesdropping. If you’re smart about this—and you always are—you’re going to walk away from tonight with a comment from Secretary Ross, Pepper Potts, or even an Avenger themselves.

But not him.

You have no interest in walking away with a comment from him.

“They’re here.” Your coworker Stacy bumps your shoulders, her eyes wide and fixed across the room. “Holy shit, they’re actually here-“

“It’s their fundraiser.” You mutter, keeping your attention on a senator bumbling about near the drinks. “It would be crazy if they weren’t here.”

“Yeah, but- It’s all of them. I’ve never seen all of them-“

“Yes, you have.”

Stacy glares at you. “Well, not so close.”

You glance over, pointedly only looking at their feet. “They’re not that close.”

“I could touch one.” Stacy breathes, and you snort.

“You should go try that.”

That earns you another glare, and a smack on the arm. And you deserve it, but you just laugh and look back to your target. The tipsy, red-eyed senator who’s going to have a few more drinks, and tells you all about that bill congress is trying to pass about the Enhanced. You’ve read it three times, and it’s a disgusting invasion of privacy, but those documents were off the record. If you can get a Senator, talking about how he wants to force all superheroes to either be sterilized or record their sex lives-

Stacy pinches your arm, and you squeak so loudly it echoes off the domed, ballroom ceiling. Some attention darts in your direction, but everyone quickly loses interest when they realize it’s nothing all that interesting. Your face is burning as you smooth your dress, and it doesn’t stop burning. It feels like someone is tending to the hot embarrassment, fluttering in your tummy and restless in your fingers. Like someone is looking right through you, monitoring you, watching you-

“He’s looking at you.” Stacy hisses in your ear, buzzing with so much excitement you’re sure she’s about to turn into glitter and explode like fireworks, and you’re going to throttle her.

“He is now, because you,” you shove her shoulder. It doesn’t do anything to stamp out her thrill at your worst nightmare. “Fucking made him notice-“

“No, he was looking before-“

“No, he wasn’t-“

“Yes, he was-“

“No, he wasn’t-“

“Who wasn’t what.”

You freeze, and Stacy looks over your head with a fawning, dazed expression. You’re going to kill her. You’re going to cut her up into tiny pieces and burn them all in separate furnaces, and then you’re going to steal her dog and make it forget all about her, and marry her husband and make her cute little kid your Cinderella as bloodline punishment-

“Hi, Mr. Captain Sir.” She giggles, looking back down to you with a wide-eyed it’s him expression.

I’m going to kill you. You mouth. She doesn’t seem all that bothered by the threat.

“Uh- Hi. You don’t have to-“ You hear him shift on his feet behind you. “Steve is alright.”

You can picture him rubbing the back of his neck, trying to look smaller. More humble and approachable, when he’s a modern walking Hercules. A better version, who doesn’t kill his wife and kids. Who gets you drinks and tries to be your friend and is so stupidly polite and kind and you hate him, you hate him so much-

He says your name. You plaster on the widest, most plastic and sickly sweet smile you can manage. You want him to feel like you’re a bit of plastic that’s stuck between his teeth. To give up talking to you, because it’s not fair.

Steve’s just as handsome as the last time you saw him. And the time before that. And the time before that. If anything, he’s more handsome. You don’t know how he does it, changing absolutely nothing about his appearance and looking hotter every time you get eyes on him. His hair is styled the same as always, but it looks so soft. You could run your fingers through it and it would probably feel like a cloud. His stupid, sharp jawline is slack as you glare up at him, and he’s so tall it makes you dizzy, and he’s fixing you with that puppy look that makes you feel like you’re important to him.

And you’re not. You know you’re not.

You went down that road once. You tried to be important to him, and he said no. And he’s Steve, so he was sweet and perfectly kind about it, and still wanted to be your friend, and you’d thought you were already over it so you’d said yes.

You thought you could just be his friend. He hadn’t made anything weird. Neither of you had ever even brought up your failed attempt to ask him out again. And at the time, you’d thought you were over it.

But Steve is Steve. And he’s got some titanic hold over your heart that’s left finger marks dug in through the landscape. There’s a depression over the cavity of your chest, and your ribs have molded to fit it, and now it’s far too late to go back. You only know how to have feelings for him. You’ve tried to get over it. To ignore it. To forcibly re-mold your love into something platonic, or clawed your way through some relationships in the hope they’d help you move on.

They don’t. They won’t. Nothing can.

The big stupid boy-scout standing over you owns you completely, and you can’t even tell him without making it a problem.

Your new strategy had been to ignore him. Stacy ruined that.

She thinks he secretly has feelings for you. You tune her out every time she starts to crow and preach about it, because you know your heart is going to take it as gospel and not parody, and you can’t afford false faith. All you have is what’s grounded between your fingers.

Steve’s right here. He’s smiling at you, all pretty and nice, and you have to smile back or else it will make him feel bad. He’s got a drink in his massive hand for you. You’ve had a million wet dreams about that hand around your throat or cupping your pussy.

You’re aching thinking about it. In an ideal world, this would be the part where you ran without looking back.

In an ideal world, you’d be standing on his arm right now, instead of all stiff and weird in front of him.

You need to get a fucking grip.

“Hi.” You say, and it’s sounds lame and idiotic and pathetic-

Steve’s face splits into a big, happy smile. “Hi. How’s the night going for you, do you have your victim picked out?”

You scowl. “It’s not- They’re not victims-“

“You treat them like they’re victims.” His grin widens. “Sometimes I feel like I should be saving them.”

“They’re all fine. It’s not like I’m drugging them or something.”

Steve’s brows raise. “That makes me think you are drugging them.”

“Nuh uh.” You stick out your tongue, and he laughs under his breath.

“One day you’re gonna say something that actually gets you in trouble, you know.” He holds out the drink he brought you.

It’s your favorite. It’s always your favorite.

You told him what your favorite drink was, the very first time you attended one of these parties. He’s never forgotten since, and it makes you love and hate him all the more.

“I don’t think I will.” You mumble, both trying and desperately failing not to brush his fingers. His skin is warm. He’s warm. He’s like a walking furnace, and you’d like to just bury your face in his pecs and breathe him in and-

“Kid, you already have.”

Steve looks at you like you’re the only thing in the room. His eyes are sparkling, and in the background you think Natasha Romanoff is circling like a shark, trying to get his attention, but if he notices he pretends he doesn’t. He just looks at you and calls you kid, and the word plummets like a cold stone into your gut.

Kid. That’s all you are to him. Kid.

“But if I got in trouble, you’d save me.” You take a long sip of your drink, and you like to torture yourself.

With his presence. His closeness.

How fast he nods. How certainly he answers.

“’Course I would. Already saving you by pretending I don’t see you getting all those Senators drunk.”

You laugh softly, but the sound hurts. When you look over your shoulder, Stacy’s abandoned you for the food table. You catch her eye, and she shoots you an excited thumbs up. She probably thinks this is going great.

“Are you feeling alright?” Steve says suddenly, and he sounds like he really, really cares. “You been looking kind of sick- Not that you look bad- You look good, uh- Really good, but-“

“I’m fine.” You turn back to Steve, and you wonder if he can see it.

The pain, leaking down like a toxin from your eyes. Everything kind of blurry. You’d throw up, if you didn’t think he’d take care of you after.

“Everything’s fine.”

Steve’s lips twitch. You’re not sure he believes you.

But it doesn’t really matter anyway. You’re not his to get an answer out of. He decided that.

And you’re just doing exactly what Steve wants, all the time.

“You do look nice.” He mumbles, taking a sip of his own drink, as if it could even do anything to him.

You smile, and there it is again. The shameful, unrelenting heat in your stomach. “Thanks.”

I dressed up for you.

“I think he’s in looove with you.” Stacy says, spinning around in her chair. You flip her off, not looking up from your computer.

“Is the printer out of paper still?”

“I don’t know, you print everything for me.” She pokes your chair with her foot. “Pay attention to me, I said Steve’s in love with you-“

“No, he’s not.”

“Yes, he is.”

“No, he’s not-“

“Yes, he is-“

“Is this the same thing you were fighting about last time?” Steve’s voice comes from over your shoulder, and you freeze. “Or is that just… How you two talk.”

Stacy looks awfully fucking pleased with herself for a dead woman. “It’s the same fight as last time.”

“Oh.” He pauses. You can hear his concern, and it makes you want to vomit. “Is everything okay?”

“Mhm.” Stacy beams. “Hi, Steve.”

You glance up, and Steve looks properly bemused and adorable about her whole demeanor. It makes you want to hold his face and kiss the tiny, pouting frown off his lips. You smack yourself internally. Get it together.

“Hi, Stacy.”

She almost glows. “You remember my name?”

“Yeah.” He glances down at you. “I try to remember most people’s names.”

Stacy swoons. “Of course you do.”

Steve blinks, and you clear your throat.

“What are you doing here?”

“Uh-“ He rubs the back of his neck, giving you a small smile. “Lunch, remember? We planned it last week.”

Oh. You did do that. “I told you to wait outside, my boss is going to try to interview you-“

“Oh, she already did.” He laughs. “But I’m here for you, not a front page.”

You flush, and Stacy giggles like she’s watching TV.

“So…” Steve shrugs. “Lunch?”

Right. Lunch.

“How’d you even get in the building.” You grumble, grabbing your jacket as you stand. He shrugs sheepishly.

“I took a photo with the guards.”

“Steve, I told you to stop doing that-“

“It made them really happy, okay? And I went through all the metal detectors, same as everyone else-“

“I know, but you hate taking the photos, you can tell them no.”

Steve frowns. “It’s not that big an inconvenience for me-“

“But you hate it.”

“I don’t hate it-“

“Steven Rogers.”

You glare at him, arms crossed over your chest. Steve sighs, slumping like a scolded child.

“I don’t love them.” He mumbles, and you nod.

“Next time, tell them no.”

“But then I can’t come upstairs.”

You shrug, starting at the door, your shoulder bumping against his. “You can text me. Like you’re supposed to-“

“Or I can just do the photos-“

“No-“

“Bye, guys.” Stacy calls from behind you, and you look her with wide eyes. You’d forgotten she was there.

“Um… Bye.” You wave awkwardly, and she grins.

He’s here for you. She mouths, and you roll your eyes.

No hope. It just makes everything else harder.

If Steve wanted you, he’d say something. And you’re a big girl. You can handle just being his friend, because he won’t leave you alone long enough for you to properly avoid him. You can handle it.

His hand finds your lower back, when he opens the door for you. You almost trip over your feet from the dizzying touch.

You can’t handle this at all.

The most annoying part about having undying feelings for Steve Rogers is that it’s Steve Rogers. Captain America. Golden Boy Number One. Mr. Perfect Specimen.

You’re in love with the little blond boy with abs and a dopey smile and sweet blue eyes. You’re obsessed with Mr. Muscles. You lose sleep over the guy who looks like he could crush you in a headlock then kiss you to sleep after.

Incredibly original. Groundbreaking, even. The love of your life is the masculine celebrity who’s respectful and kind. Never before heard of stuff. You’re really shattering glass ceilings with that one.

You want to shoot yourself in the face.

It’s impossible to avoid even thinking about him, when he’s everywhere. You go out to the corner store, and he’s on the little TV mounted in the corner. Avengers brand yogurts line the grocery store, and you glare at Strawberries and Cream and Justice until your head hurts. He told you about that. He was pretty proud of how all the proceeds were going to charities.

“It’s a stupid name, though.” You’d said, and he’d shrugged.

“Tony says the name doesn’t matter, as long as it’s got our faces on it. Apparently that’s what people are buying for.”

He’d frowned at that, and you’d given him an affectionate smile. He hates the glory of all of this. You know he does, and you’d told him gently you’re sure people will also buy for charity.

You’d been lying through your teeth, though. When you grab the yogurt and shamefully shove it into your basket, it’s not for cancer research or orphans or to save the bees. It’s because Steve’s face is smiling at you from the plastic, and you’re no better than the fangirls who get all doe-eyed over his every breath.

Not that you’re much better about that, either.

“I could give you an interview.” Steve offers on day, when you’d been complaining to him about slow news. “It can be about whatever you want-“

“I don’t want your pity journalism, Steven.”

He frowns. “It’s not pity. I’m trying to help you.”

You shrug, wrapping your arms around your stomach. “Well, I can’t accept your help.”

“Why not-“

“It’s unethical.”

“I… don’t think that’s true-“

“Well, I didn’t earn it.”

“You don’t have to earn it.” He says, all earnest and sweet and kind, and you want to die. “You work hard, I know you work hard, and if this can help you- Here, we can do it right now-“

“I don’t have questions ready.” You cut in quickly. Flatly.

Steve just shrugs. “Make some up. I know you can.”

You wish he’d stop believing in you. It makes your heart flutter.

“I have nothing I want to ask you.” You mumble hopelessly, and he frowns.

“I don’t believe that.”

“Why not?”

“Because you always have something to ask me. To ask anyone.”

You flush, turning to the side to avoid his gaze. “Maybe I just know everything about you,” you mutter, and he snorts.

“No. You don’t.”

That gets your attention. You snap your head in his direction, and he smiles at you. Like he already knows he won.

“There she is-“

“Shut up.” You lean across the table, and his smile widens. “What don’t I know about you.”

“A lot.”

“Like what-“

“You have to ask me to find out.”

You narrow your eyes. He keeps fucking smiling.

“You suck.” You grumble.

He shrugs. “I know you think that.”

You’re both leaning across the table. If you reached up, just an inch, you’d be able to trace the line of his nose. He’s so handsome. It’s unfair, and you can feel a smile tugging at your lips in response to his.

“I’m going to punch you in the face-“

“I’d like to see you try, kid.”

Kid.

You lean back, ice water feeling like it was poured through your veins. Steve notices the shift. He frowns, but you don’t give him the chance to question it. You just push on.

“I need a napkin.” You mutter., leaning back into your seat. “To write questions.”

“Yeah. Right.” He rubs the back of his neck. Opens his mouth, then closes it again, shaking his head slightly. “I’ll go get that for you.”

Of course he will.

And when he’s talking to the waitress—paper and a pen in his hand—she twirls her hair and giggles. Same as you would, if you got to know him where he didn’t know you. Where he might just find you pretty, and give you a chance, because you were friends first and you think that’s where you all went wrong.

This all might’ve been easier, if he really was just a celebrity crush. If you loved him because he was Captain America and not Steve. Your Steve. Who brings you back two pens in case you don’t like the first, and shares his food with you while you gloss through the interview—feeling little detached from your own body, like he’s a million miles away—and touches your lower back again when you finally leave lunch.

You might’ve gotten to touch him more, if he didn’t mean something to you.

But you wouldn’t trade knowing him for the world.

And that just makes it all hurt even more.

Steve’s been trying to get you out with his team for years. You’ve said no, over and over and over. You don’t need to feel even more mortal than you already are. Don’t need the reminder that he probably rejected you because you’re not even a quarter of what he and his friends are.

Not that you think Steve would think you’re any less because you’re not enhanced. You know he wouldn’t.

Consciously. 

But that doesn’t change the reality of it. He wouldn’t want you, when he’s surrounded by other Gods, like he himself, far more worthy of his attention. You can be mean and sharp, but you don’t have the cool, collected, deadly beauty of Black Window. And you’ve heard the rumors about them.

You’ve heard all the rumors. About Steve with everyone, because people like to talk. There isn’t a pair of people on the Avengers that the public hasn’t theorized about secretly dating.

And you know none of it’s true. Steve’s told you himself.

But that doesn’t make it hurt any less, when you think about him with someone else more worthy. Someone he wants.

Which is why you didn’t want to do this. And Steve had always respected that—because he’s perfect, and he respects everything—so you’d thought you’d never have to. He asks. You say no. He doesn’t push it, or demand to know why. He waits months before asking again, and you know he only does that because he thinks you’re just too busy to go out the other times. That you’re saying no because you simply don’t have the energy, and not because the idea makes you feel itchy. And you don’t want to tell him. You like that he asks you. It makes you feel important.

But you still kept saying no.

Until Stacy overheard him ask you, and said yes for you. And Steve beamed, and you couldn’t stand to burst the delicate little bubble of his joy, and now you’re here.

Huddled in the corner of a bar with the fucking Avengers all around you. Hawkeye and Thor are throwing darts in the corner. Hulk, Black Widow, and Falcon are playing pool. The Vision is eating onion rings, and everything feels like a very, very bizarre dream.

Steve hasn’t left your side since you got here. It’s been the only anchor you have. You’d been able to hide in his shadow and duck under his arm, avoiding pressing questions and conversations you don’t really want to have. It’s not too weird for him to bring a civilian friend, at least. None of them have commented on it, besides throwing you passing looks. Steve mentioned that they all do it, from time to time.

But you’re the only one here right now. And if you could, you’d sew your hand into Steve’s so he couldn’t leave you alone.

And that’s always a little true. You want that all the time.

More than usual right now. But all the time.

“I’m going to get drinks.” He mutters, and you grab his bicep like a scared child.

“Wait- I’ll come with you-“

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” He grins down at you, patting your head like you’re a dog or something. “You don’t have to stand up.”

You want to shout at him that this isn’t about him being a gentleman, it’s about him not leaving your sight. But you’re weak. And pathetic. So you just nod, and Steve smiles at you before walking away.

You try to hide in the shadows, avoiding any attention. It doesn’t work.

“You’re the journalist.” A cool, lazy voice cuts through the air, and you look up to find Tony Stark standing over your table.

“I’m a journalist-“

“No. You’re Roger’s journalist.” Stark drawls, sliding into the booth. You stiffen, but don’t dare to move away.

That’ll make it seem even more obvious, when Steve comes back and you don’t inch away from him.

“I understand what he’s been going on about.” Stark continues, looking you up and down slowly. “Didn’t know they made them like you anymore.”

Your eyes narrow. “Like me?”

“Mhm.” Stark smirks, and you raise your chin.

“What am I like, Mr. Stark?”

He chuckles, leaning back. “Little spitfire, aren’t you-“

“Only to people who deserve it.”

That makes him laugh louder. Everything feels more and more like a fever dream by the second.

You look out to the bar, trying to find Steve. Internally begging him to come back. He’s by the bar, your drink already in his hand. It’s the same one you always get. He’s holding it close to his chest, like it’s something priceless.

There’s a woman standing next to him. Just another random girl, in a tiny dress with some pretty good makeup, giggling and batting her lashes at him.

And Steve’s entertaining her. smiling at her.

The same way he smiles at you.

You don’t want to be here. You didn’t want to be here. You don’t want to see how it’s not even the Avengers that he’d want more than you, it’s everyone else. She’s getting the same attention you try to drown yourself in, but you’re not the one who might go home with him. His grin is a little tighter with her, because he’s probably restrained and trying to play his cards right. She looks like she’s talking sweet, and he’d probably want that more than you, poking and mocking him all the time. He’s a God. He’ll say he’s not but he is, and what kind of god would want to be worshipped by someone who shows love with insults and eye rolls.

There’s a tight feeling, around your throat like rope. Your eyes are burning, and the world is blurring, and you don’t want to see this. You can’t see this.

You tried to be his friend. You really tried.

But you can’t.

“What’s wrong with you?” Stark asks, and you look over to find him watching with a strange expression.

“Nothing.” You clear your throat, fumbling for your bag. “I just- Remembered something. That I have to go do.”

You glance over to Steve again. He’s laughing at something she’s saying without shaking his head and tipping his head back, without looking away from her. Like he does with you.

“Right now.” You mumble. “I have to go do it right now.”

Stark hums, tapping his fingers on the table. “Right now, huh.”

“Yep.” You stand up, and he gives you an almost amused look.

“What is it? If it’s so urgent.”

“Stuff.” You snip.

Stark chuckles, shaking his head. “Jesus, he’s batting in a whole other sport with you.”

“What the fuck does that mean-“

“Nothing.” Stark smirks again. Like he knows something. “Go on. I’ll tell Cap you had stuff.”

You scan over his relaxed features, and he just keeps grinning, lazy and unworried. You could get an answer out of him, if you tried.

But you look up, back to Steve. And he’s grabbing his own drink from the bar. Still chatting with the girl. If he brings her back to the table, you’re going to vomit.

You have to go now.

“Thanks.” You mutter, giving Stark a tight grin. “Have a good night.”

And Stark laughs, as you turn away.

“Oh. I’m sure I will.”

You avoid Steve for a week.

Properly avoid him.

He calls ten times, just the night you leave the bar. He texts almost every hour for the days after that, and you mute him. If you look at the messages, you’re going to respond to them. If you respond to them, he’ll convincing you to talk to him. If you talk to him, or see him, or even stand near him, you’re never going to get over him.

You’re going cold turkey on him, like he’s a drug.

To you, he is. And you need to get clean. You need to move on.

Steve doesn’t come into the building to steal you for lunch, but he calls you every day. Your fingers fidget, still trying to pick up the phone.

You don’t know how you manage not to, but you do. When you ask the guards downstairs, they say he’s walked through the door and walked back out five times. You force yourself not to think about it, and somehow manage to do that too. And you’re going to be able to do this. You’re finally going to move on.

Moving on means moving. Not staying in the same little pit, waiting for his sun to change its path and shine on you. You have to climb out, and find a new place to be. Someone new to want.

You’ve done this part before. The whole dance of downloading the apps and going on the dates and telling yourself you want them, even though they aren’t Steve. But this time is going to be different. If you tell yourself that enough, it will feel more and more true.

There’s a guy you’ve been chatting with all week, and he seems sweet. He compliments you, and he was polite when you met for coffee, and he’s far from bad to look at. And it’s not like you’re going to marry him. You just need someone to be close to you that isn’t Steve.

And maybe this guy—you can’t really remember his name, but you’ll learn it—is blond haired and blue eyes and broadly built. Maybe you swiped through photo after photo, looking for a phantom of him, but that’s nobody business expect yours, and your pillow’s. It knows better than anyone that there’s only one way you can fake it.

Which is exactly what this game is. Faking it until you make it. Until you’re over Steve, and there’s never any temptation to look back.

You dress up, telling your brain you’re going on a date with Steve himself so you put in all the effort. Another thing that’s nobody’s business. You’re doing what you need to, and it’s going to get you over him. You’ve got lashes and glossy lips and heels that are going to hurt in the morning, and this guy doesn’t seem strong enough to carry you like Steve would, but that’s where you need to shut your brain up. There’s not going to be anyone who’s like Steve. This guy looks like him enough to get you out the door, but it’s not him, and that’s okay. That’s good. It’s going to help you move on. You’ve got your jacket, and your purse, and you’re going to do this and move on-

You yank the door open, and freeze.

Steve stares at you, hands his pockets, mouth hanging open.

This is usually the part where one of you says hi, but you can’t remember how to speak. He’s here. Why is he here. He’s been giving you space, because he’s amazing and polite, and it had been so much easier to pretend it was just because he didn’t care when he wasn’t right in front of you. Looking like you’d just punched him in the face, all pale with sagging shoulders and sad, dull eyes. As if he’s lost sleep.

He scans over you. Over your revealing outfit and makeover. His throat bobs, and you could swear he slouches further. When he meets your gaze, he doesn’t smile. It makes you want to cry.

“Steve-“

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He mutters, the words thick and low. “And- I’m not here to fight about it. I didn’t think you were going to open the door, I didn’t- I wasn’t going to bother you. Just- Never mind.”

 You blink. “I- What are you-“

“You got a date?” He nods to your outfit, and something in his pockets shift. He’s fisting his hands.

“Um-“ You glance to his pockets again, then back to his weighted gaze. “Yeah. I do.”

“With whom.”

Shit. You still can’t remember. “Someone I met on an app. Steve, what are you-“

“On an app.” He echoes, the words sounding hollow. He chuckles under his breath. “You know, Stark made me try those once.”

You swallow. You don’t want to hear about his dating life. “How did that go.”

“Bad. And I tried, I just…” He trails off, shaking his head, and you think you can feel his stare burrowing into your heart, shaping it even further in his name. 

This is exactly what you were trying to avoid. Seeing him makes you love him more, think about him more, need him more. He’s got a gravity over you, and he doesn’t know it, and why is he here.

“Is he nice.”

Steve’s voice is low. Pained. You don’t understand the question.

“Who?”

“Your date.” He grunts. “Is he nice to you.”

“Oh.” You forgot about that part. “Yeah.”

“Good.”

Neither of you speak for a second. Steve stares at you so hard our head spins, and you can’t look him in the eyes.

“What did I do?”

His voice breaks suddenly, and you feel the crack in your ribs. It yanks your gaze up, and you’ve never seen him so sad. Frustrated and annoyed, sure. Tense, all the time. But never just… Sad. Defeated. Like even he isn’t sure what to do. It feels wrong. Like the world is bleeding together and caving over itself.

“You didn’t do anything-“

“I must have.” He scans over your features, his own so openly aching. “You’ve never been mad at me before, and- Now you’re-“

He waves to your outfit, and you frown.

“It’s just a date-“

“Just a date.” He mutters under his breath, and your mouth falls open.

“I’m allowed to date, Steven-“

“I know you are!” His voice raises for a second, but he quickly pushes it back down. “I- I know, but that’s not- Why are you avoiding me?”

He’s pleading. It’s almost bleeding out of his voice, staining all over you, and you wrap an arm around your stomach like you can stop yourself from bleeding back. This isn’t fair. Steve’s not stupid. He can’t have just forgotten your mistake of expressing your feelings, he’s not nearly oblivious to be unable to put two and two together, and he certainly can’t be dense enough to not tie together that you’re avoiding him, and going on a date. You don’t go on dates. You’re usually too busy trying to steal some love from his shadow.

Yet here he is. Looking at you like he really doesn’t understand. Being so nice about it, when it’s clearly been bothering him. No demanding to understand. No shouting about how hurt he was. Just pleading.

Because he’s golden and perfect. All respectful, like you’re just another lady to him.

Like you’re not worth enough for him to fight a little dirtier for.

A lump is pressing up your throat. It’s a battle to hold his gaze.

“Why do you think I’ve been avoiding you.” You mutter, and he shakes his head.

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking.” Steve rubs his face, working his jaw. “I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what I did-“

“Steve-“

“And I’ll fix it, whatever I did, I’ll fix it-“

“You can’t fix it!” You shout.

He stumbles back like you slapped him, and tears burn at your eyes.

“You- You can’t fix it, Steve.” You whisper, staring down at his shoes. “Just- Stop.”

“Stop what?” He rasps. “I- I know I messed something up, but-“

“Stop being so nice to me.”

He’s silent for a moment. You don’t even know how to justify that one. It sounds pathetic to your ears.

“I... I’d rather not.” He mutters, and you sigh.

“Then please leave me alone.” The words hurt, but you push them out like an apple lodged in your throat. “I- I tried, okay? I really tried, but I can’t.”

“Can’t-“

“Can’t be your friend.” You whisper. The tears burn on your cheeks. “I can’t be your friend, Steve, it’s too hard. I- I-“

You sniff, and Steve rasps your name. You have to shake your head. He can’t talk right now. It’s already too hard.

“I love you.” You say, barely a breath. It doesn’t matter. He’ll hear anyway. “I love you too much, and- It’s not your fault that you don’t- That it’s not the same. But please.” You shift on your feet, hugging yourself tight. “I- I need space.”

Steve doesn’t say anything. There isn’t anything he could say to make it better, not anymore. But something in you still fractures, when he just steps to the side. Giving you a path out.

Letting you go.

You think it’s hope. The hope that one day he might feel the same, the dream that you’d tried so hard not to feed, but tended to bloom on its own. That one day he’d look at you and realize he made a mistake.

But he steps to the side. And that’s all it’s ever going to be.

A dream.

You bow your head and shuffle past him, face burning and skin crawling with shame. You’re going to go on this date and pretend like everything is fine, if you can even make it out of the hallway without breaking down. Your knees are wobbly and tears are coming faster than you can wipe away, but you just need to get out. Out of this hallway with its suffocating air.

Away from Steve, and your heart, broken at his feet.

You’ll get over it. You’ll get over it. It’s hard to breathe right now but you’ll get over it-

“God- Screw it.”

A strong hand wraps around your wrist. It takes you by such surprise you don’t even think to fight.

Steve spins your around, grabbing your jaw and picking you up in a single movement. You gasp as his lips slam over yours, sudden and demanding. He kisses you like he doesn’t know he’s already got a claim on you. Like he’s trying to brand your lips with a bruising, hungry desire. All you can do is breathlessly kiss him back, scraping at his shoulders and trying to keep up with what’s happening. Steve tastes a little like honey and salt, and you’re sure he ate something earlier but you don’t really care what. His hair is just as soft as you thought, and you’re being crushed under the force of him but it’s intoxicating and exhilarating and you feel like you’re being remade-

It’s over. Just as fast as it started. Steve stumbles back, fumbling with his hands like they’re still trying to reach you against his will. He braces them on his hips, staring at you with wide eyes.

You gape at him, trying to catch your breath. You reach up to brush your own lips, trying to make sure the tingly feeling there is real. Maybe press it deeper in, until you can feel it forever.

Steve clears his throat. You blink at him through the slowly drying tears, not really sure what’s happening.

Neither of you dare to speak. Or move. You’re breathing shallowly, like anything too big is going to tip the whole world over, and it will all slip through your fingers.

He takes an uncertain step forward, and you should take one back.

But you’ve never been all that good at moving away from him before. You have no interest in learning that skill now.

This time, you grab him at the same time he grabs you. You stumble into each other, uncoordinated and desperate, unbothered by bumping noses and smushed limbs. You just need to be close to him. To feel him as much as possible, as fast as possible.

He’s never been a drug. You’d been getting a secondary high, but this-

This is a hit.

And you need to have more.

You grab at his collar, pressing up to meet his every kiss, and you’re quickly making out with teeth and tongue in the middle of the hallway. Steve’s arm wraps around your ass, lifting you effortlessly off your feet, and you moan into his mouth.

He trips as he walks back into the apartment, and you end up pressed against the wall at least three more times before you make it through the door. Every time Steve slams you back, devoting all his attention to kissing you until you’re drooling and sloppy and just trying to push further into his open mouth. At one point he slots his knee between your thighs, and you start to shamelessly grind down as he sucks your lower lip between his teeth.

You giggle, dazed and sore with overflowing need for him. He kicks the door closed behind you, and you think you’re going to end up riding his thigh against the wall, but he starts down the hall. To your bedroom.

He makes it about five steps before you rake your nail through his hair and start kissing over his jaw. Steve moans into your ear, lagging a little sideways, and you shriek as you both topple down onto the couch.

It takes you a second to catch your breath, and that’s all Steve needs to get the upper hand. He grabs your jaw, tipping your head back as he starts to suck and nip at your neck. You squeak, grabbing his head, and he moans against your skin. His knee pushes back between your thighs, and this angle is even better than before. You can’t help the roll of your hips, down onto the muscle of his thick leg.

“St- Steve-“ You voice is high, and he hums, licking up your throat before making out with a soft spot under your jaw. “Jesus fucking- God-“

“I know.” He mutters, dragging his hand down your thigh and grabbing under your knee. He squeezes gently, hiking it up to your chest, pushing his knee down even harder than before.

“Fuck- You-“ You gasp, your pussy clenching around nothing as your clit gets rubbed through his jeans, through your panties.

At this angle, you’re almost exposed to him. Your dress pooling around your tummy, the wet spot on your underwear growing bigger and bigger. You grasp at the skirt, trying to tug it down a little. It’s one thing to be riding his knee, another for him to see you.

Steve grabs your wrist, pushing the fabric further down than it had been before. Your eyes almost cross when he starts to rub his knee back and forth, the pressure overwhelming and perfect. You didn’t think you could cum like this, but there’s a familiar pressure building up in your stomach, and you have to bite your tongue to stop a wanton moan from escaping your lips.

He sits up to look at you, and you’re sure it’s a shameful, lewd sight. Your makeup smudged, your hair ruined, a picture of depravity and sin as you chase pleasure on his leg. This isn’t the kind of thing you thought he’d be into. He’s too perfect, too good, and maybe you’ve wanted to be put in a headlock and manhandled and used, but Steve’s all about honor. You’d been so sure that, even if you got to have him, it would be lovely, vanilla sex that was filled with such emotion it would make up for the simpleness.

But that’s not what you see in Steve’s eyes. They’re hooded and black with lust. His jaw is clenched as he watches you, and he pushes your leg further up with a gentle squeeze.

“Oh-“ You gasp, trying to reach up to grab him.

Steve grabs your second wrist without letting go of the first. Holds him in one hand, and leans over you as he pins them both over your head. Your mouth falls open, breathing fast and needy. 

His own chest is heaving. He looks down to his knee against your core, and a deep sound rumbles from his chest. You’re wound so tight you’re certain you could snap, sudden and fast like a rubber band. You strain against Steve’s hold, and his attention snaps back up.

“You’re good, doll.” He coos. “Relax for me.”

You blink at him, shaking your head. You can’t stop grinding against him, but you need him close. Need to be under the pressure of his body, to feel like there’s nothing else in the world.

Steve picks up the speed of his knee, almost drilling it down into your cunt without touching you at all. You gape, head lolling to the side, and he grunts.

“Look at me.”

His voice is deep. Not a suggestion. An order.

You blink up at him, almost drooling, and he leans down until his lips are ghosting over yours.  

“I don’t want space.” He mutters. “I want you.”

You swallow, still rubbing your pussy up into his knee. “You- You can’t just-“

“Shh.” He pushes further down, until it feels like he’s almost inside of you. You snap your mouth shut. “Is that all I did?”

“Wha- Oh-“

He drags his knee in slow circles, and you make an incoherent, starved sound. Steve doesn’t even break a sweat.

“You and me.” He mutters, studying your every expression. “That’s it. That’s what was gonna make me lose you.”

“You- You didn’t lose me-“

“Almost did.” He squeezes your knee. “You walked.”

You glare up at him. “You let me-“

“No, I didn’t.” 

Steve’s lips slam back over yours, and you can’t really argue with that. Your eyes flutter as you give into the kiss, your body sparking with a million, delighted nerves. Steve groans against your lips, fucking his knee against your core, and he’s hitting your clit just right, the fabric soaked and filled with rough friction.

Your back arches off the couch as you cum, and Steve lets go of your wrists. You grab his face, trying to pull his lips closer, and he wraps around your back, holding you up. Your toes curl, body shaking as the pressure becomes sensitive, your pussy gushing and clenching around nothing.

Steve rubs your spine, kissing along your shoulder, up your neck, over your cheeks. You hum softly, floating down and tucked into his arms. He leans back against the couch, taking you with him. You slump over his chest, burying your face in his neck as his hand slips under your dress. Thick, calloused finger pads gently graze your hips and waist, and you squirm. 

“I- I didn’t want to ruin something.” He murmurs in your ear, and you pause.

“Ruin…”

“Us.” Steve’s face presses into the curve of your neck, warm breath tickling your skin. “You were my friend, we work in a lotta the same places, and I just- I didn’t want to risk that.”

You swallow, leaning back and waiting until he meets your glossy, sad gaze. You take his face between your hands, and he covers them with his own.

“I was willing to risk it.” You whisper, and he sighs.

“I know. But-“ He looks away, words choked and low. “I thought it was a crush. That you’d get over.”

You laugh weakly. “Well, it wasn’t.”

“I know.” He sighs. “Mine wasn’t either.”

You lips part with a sharp breath, and Steve looks back to you with nervous, hopeful eyes.

“I love you.” He squeezes both your hands, guiding them to his lips. “It is the same. So- Tell me that fixes it. Please.”

It does.

Just as fast as they’d shattered, your dreams weave themselves back together. They’re clearer than before. More colorful. It’s no longer like looking through a mist, or watching a reflection in the water. When you touch Steve, he doesn’t ripple away. And that’s more than enough.

You lean down and kiss him. It’s slower than the other kisses. Steve grabs your hips, but lets you press his head down. You wrap your arms around his neck, tracing his lips with your tongue, and he hums in content. Drags you further forward in his lap.

Something thick and hard presses right against you, and you almost go limp. Like your body is already trying to get ready to take it. To take Steve’s cock that can’t be as large as it feels, straining against his jeans and twitching when you drag yourself slowly back and forth.

“Hey.” Steve grunts, grabbing your hips firmly. You hope he’s holding tight enough to leave a bruise. “Easy.”

You snort, leaning back to give him a pointed look. “Easy?”

“Yeah, that’s what I-“

“I just came on your knee.”

His ears turn a little pink, and he coughs. “I, uh- Fair.”

“Mhm.” You hum, smiling smugly, and you take all the strength in your jelly legs and grind right now onto his clothed cock.

Steve hisses, his fingers digging into your soft skin. “Jesus- Baby-“

You brace your arms on either side of his head, dragging back and forth as slow as you can. Steve’s eyes flutter, his tongue darting over his lips as he watches you move on him. His muscles flex with the effort not to grab you.

You’d very much like to see him give up.

“Does that feel good?” You whisper, making your voice sweet and innocent.

Steve grunts. You’re going to have handprints on your body in the morning. The thought just makes you move faster.

“I don’t want to go slow, Stevie.” You purr, and his chest heaves under you. “I want you to fuck me. Pleeease.”

You whine dramatically, thrusting forward, and Steve’s face drops against your chest.

“Jesus, woman.” He lips graze over your breast, and you moan. “Come on, ‘s not playing fair-“

“Don’t wanna play fair.” You hum, slowly reaching between your bodies. “Wasn’t fair how you turned me down.”

“’M sorry about that-“

“You should be.” You kiss under his ear. “Hurt my feelings.”

“Thought-“ He grunts as you palm his balls through his jeans. “Thought I was helping-“

“You weren’t.”

“I got that now-“

“But you know what would make it better?” You lean back up, holding Steve’s gaze with a lazy smile.

He nods quickly, and you giggle, wiggling down onto his bulge.

“Fucking me.”

Steve looks down, and a rumble echoes through his chest when he sees it.

You’d peeled off your ruined underwear without him noticing. Leaving your bare, sweet and soaked pussy pressed against him. You moan, watching him as you grind down, and he’s so close to snapping. You can see it in the tension of his jaw, feel how his fingers keep twitching on your hips. You smile at him, licking your lips, and that dark look flashes over his features. The same one from earlier, that had him overtaking you like a storm.

Steve’s a good boy. A sweet boy.

He also doesn’t like things that he can’t account for. Used to pick fights in alleys as a kid, always wanted to be the person everyone looked to for help.

You’re sure that, between the two of you, you can let him have a little fun without compromising his moral compass.

He has to, if you’re begging him for it. Not very chivalrous, to ignore a lady in need.

“Pleaseee.” You whine again, ghosting your lips over his. “Fuck me, Stevie, fuck me until I can’t walk-“

He mutters your name under his breath, and you just pout at him.

“Make me yours, make me cry, fuck-“ You throw your head back, the teasing him going straight to your own core. “God, fucking- Please, Steve-“

That does it. The explicit, wet cry of his name seems to snap something in Steve’s resolve, and he’s on you in a blur of hands and lips. Grabbing a fistful of your ass before hauling you up his chest, kissing you breathless as he stands. He keeps carrying like you weigh nothing, and you want to be trapped in his arms forever.

“Steve- Shit-“ Your jaw drops he tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Fuck, slow down-“

“You said you didn’t want to slow down.” He reminds you in a deceptively soothing voice, big hands rubbing on the back of your thighs. “Said you didn’t wanna play fair.”

“I- Um- Ooooh-“

You drop your head against Steve’s shoulder, biting at his shirt as thick, strong fingers tease the lips of your pussy.

“Wet fuckin’ pussy.” He muses, spreading you open so the cold air hits your cunt. “Knew you got soaked for me, princess. Didn’t know it was this bad.”

“You- You-“ He needs to stop humiliating you and touching you at the same time. It makes you feel like you’re burning alive in the best way possible. “You knew?” You squeak, and Steve chuckles.

“Always knew. Told you, thought it was a crush.”

You try to twist and glare at him. “And you didn’t tell me-“

“Like you would’ve wanted me to tell you I could smell how badly you wanted my cock.” Steve smacks your ass with a scoff, and you flop right back over his shoulder.

“Fuck-“ You whimper. He’s right. You can barely even stand that right now. “Steve, please- Please-“

You’re not even sure what you’re begging for anymore. Mercy, maybe. More mocking attention. Anything he can fucking give you, because you feel like you’re about to explode.

Steve spanks you again, this time on the other cheek, and you moan.

“’Course you like that.” He mutters. “Dirty girl, testing me every fucking day.”

He drags his thumb through the mess between your legs, and your pussy clenches, trying to drag him in. He laughs, pushing down for half a second before dragging down to your clit and rubbing in quick, tight circle. You gasp, pushing uselessly at his back, already overstimulated and still needing more.

“Felt that.” Steve flicks your clit, and your whole body shakes. “Greedy, princess. You’ve been waitin’ this long, you can hold it a little longer.”

“Ca- Can’t-“ You gasp, pressing your cheek against the broad muscle of his back. “Can’t, Steve- Can’t wait-“

“Yeah, you can.” He grunts. “Christ, you’re dripping all over my hand. Going to take me no problem, aren’t you, baby.”

He’s playing with your clit like it’s just a little button for his whims, and you have to bite your inner cheek to stop yourself from falling apart all over his hand.

“Steve- I- I’m going to- Oh my god-“

Steve slaps right over your pussy, the wet sound echoing in your ears as he shoves those two fingers right into your pussy. He finds your G-spot in a second, crooking his fingers and dragging them over your sensitive walls. You cum with a cry of his name, sudden and harsh. White dancing at your vision, your body seizing up as Steve dumps you down onto the soft mattress.

He presses his wrist further, folding your body up. You grab his neck for an anchor, and he kisses your wrist as he slides a third finger into your dripping mess of a pussy.

“Getting you ready.” He mutters, wiping some hair from your face. “It’s okay, babydoll, you’re doin’ real good.”

You whimper, the orgasm still shaking through you. You’re struggling to breathe when Steve finally pulls his hand away, and the loss makes you whimper.

Steve laughs softly, leaning down to kiss you all sweet and loving, like you haven’t been turned to a puddle under his hands.

“Breathe.” He murmurs, squeezing your breast gently, and you take a loud, stuttering gasp. Steve kisses your nose, smiling like he’s being offered ice cream, and you watch him in a starry-eyed daze.

You hear the click of his belt, and as much as you’d like to reach down and feel him, you can barely manage to hold onto his shoulders right now. Steve pulls slowly up with one last chaste kiss on your lips, and your breath hitches in your throat.

He’s massive. That’s the kind of dick you’ve only seen in cartoons, because even the porn industry can’t replicate it. You’re not sure how he gets around so easily in his tight suit, with that fucking horse cock acting like a third leg. Thick and veined, already beading with pre-cum as he strokes it slowly in his hand, a sheepish expression on his face.

“I was… Endowed.” He mumbles, ears red. “Before the serum. Then…”

He nods to his cock, and you laugh breathlessly.

“Jesus, Steve-“

“It won’t hurt you.” He says quickly. “I know there are those rumors ‘bout be being a virgin, but-“ He sighs, pouting slightly. “God forbid a man tell Tony Stark he doesn’t want to talk about his sex life, suddenly he’s never even touched a boob-“

“Dude.” You smile up at him, and he cuts himself off. “Look me in the eyes and tell me if I still think you’re a virgin after that.”

You tilt your head to the hallway, but Steve just frowns.

“Dude?”

“Um-“

“Don’t call me dude when I’m about to fuck you.” He grumbles, and you’d laugh at him if that didn’t make your heart skip. e

“Sorry, sir.”

You say it half to mock him, half to test something.

Steve’s jaw ticks, and his already rock-hard cock twitches in his hands. You giggle as his eyes narrow, and you’re still laughing as he prowls over you, that dark, hungry look back on his face.

“You think something’s funny?” He grunts, and you shake your head.

“No, sir.”

Steve groans, dropping his face between your breasts.

“Gonna be the death of me.” He mutters under his breath, and you’re still laughing softly.

“Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

You laugh again, because you’re really not. It’s hilarious, and he’s adorable, and this is going to yield some fantastic results.

Steve assesses you like you’re a mission to be accomplished. And you know him.

He never does anything halfway.

“Alright, princess.” He mutters, tapping the head of his cock on your clit. “Open.”

You squeak, still giggling, and spread your legs slowly.

The last laugh is pushed from your chest as Steve slowly starts to sink himself into your heat. Your mouth falls uselessly open as you bow off the bed, your body almost unable to rationalize how full you are. 

Steve splits you open, his cock slowly driving through you and hitting spots you didn’t even know you had. He grinds slowly down into your pussy, bullying you further open, and you think he’s found a button inside you that just makes you a limp, sensitive fuck-doll, because you whine out his name but it takes everything you have.

“I know.” He grunts, the tip of his cock pressing into your cervix. “You’re taking it, baby, there you go.”

“Steveee-“

“Feels good, doesn’t it.” He presses at sweet kiss to your lips as he bottoms out. His fingers lace slowly through yours, and you nod.

You’ve never had so many pleasure points being hit at once. Steve’s still got a hand on your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers as you try to breath around him. He’s patient. You don’t want him to be.

“More.” You push out, and he raises his brows.

“Sweetheart-“

“More.” You roll up into him, moaning loudly as he hits even deeper. “Fuck me, Steve- Mmm-“

He kisses you, passionate and messy, and you almost scream in satisfaction as he starts to move.

He’s unrushed. Completely in control of you, and aware of it. His dick pulls almost all the way out before slowly pushing back in, the torturous pace making you feel like a live wire.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He coos, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. “Pretty girl, you like being stuffed up with my cock, don’t you.”

“Ye- Yes-“ You tip your head back into the pillows, your free hand grasping at the sheets. “Yes- Oh my god, yes-“

Steve’s started to grind against your g-spot whenever he hits it, letting his thickness press and drag over the sensitive, gooey spot until you’re moaning and writhing around him.

“Feel that, don’t you.” He mutters, pushing in a little harder than last time. “Feel my dick inside you, baby, feels so good, doesn’t-“

“So good.” You babble, but who can blame you. “So good, Steve, you’re so-“

Your words turn into a broken moan as Steve drives back into you, and he’s going harder and harder every time. Still pulling almost fully out slowly, letting your arousal gather and drip down your thighs and ass, but then slamming back into you so hard it makes you think the world is shaking.

A breathy sound escapes your lips, maybe a plea, and Steve moves your tangled hands between your bodies, pressing you down into the mattress as he rises up for a better angle.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet.” He growls, pounding into your cunt like he owns it. “If I’d know you wanted me this bad I woulda had you all over this city.”

You whine, squeezing around him. Steve chuckles.

“Oh, you like that. Like the idea of being my good little cockslut, letting me play with you wherever I want.” 

Big, steady hands press your knees up, letting Steve hit even deeper than before. A strange, tight feeling is building in your gut, but it feels good. All of this feels so good. You’re spent and cockdrunk, but you feel used in the best possible way. The filth Steve is drawling in your ears makes your brain go all quiet. You’re just a happy, humming bundle of pleasure, Steve’s massive body draped over yours, and you’d probably do anything he wanted, if he just fucked you like this after.

“You were made for me.” He groans, lips wandering all over your face as his cock drills into you. “I’m gonna take such good care of you, baby, swear it, just sing for me, come on-“

You moan, long and loud. Steve grins, kissing under your ear.

“Good girl.” He coos. “There you go, just like that. Come on, doll, I know you’re getting close.”

You are. You’ve been close the whole time, but this feels more and more different by the second. There are wet, sinful sounds filling the room as your skin slaps together, and Steve’s breath is hot in your ear as he starts to lose a little control of himself.

He moans when you start mindlessly humping up to meet him, forcing his cock into the tightest spot into you that makes everything all colorful and hazy. You gasp softly, chasing up from a little more, and Steve wraps and arm around your back.

“Fuck- Fuck- You feel so good,” he groans your name in your ear. “So good, it’s- Christ-“

That strange pressure in your tummy is going to burst. It feels like Steve is driving right against it, daring it come undone.

“Steve.” You breathe out. “Steve- I- I’m gonna-“

He growls, deep in his chest and rolling through you.  Steve grabs you and wrestles you down into the mattress, pushing your legs up to your chest and fucking you fast and brutal.

It’s a sight above you. Steve, panting and moaning as your pussy sucks him in, glistening arousal shining all over his cock when he pulls out and smearing on your tummy. Your tight walls are starting to contract, and he doubles over, groaning your name as his thrust become shallow and unmeasured.

Tears start to stream down your face. Steve looks at you like you’re an angel, fucking you like you’re just a toy, and you can’t even remember how to tell him how good it feels.

“Steve…” You wiggle below him, crying out as he just fucks you hard. “Steve- Ooooooh-“

Your eyes roll back, the tears burning on your cheeks from the impossible to handle pleasure. Steve leans down and kisses them off your cheeks, the softness in such contrast with how he’s turning you into a bundle of nerves and tears.

“My pretty girl.” He mutters, kissing your lips sweetly. “Close. We’re so close. You can make it. Make it for me.”

You nod, almost hypnotized into agreeing. And Steve’s abusing that spot inside of you. Sensitive and overwhelming, making your toes curl and eyes cross.

“Steve- I- I can’t-“

“Yes, you can.” Not a suggestion. Steve’s thumb finds your clit, rubbing it back and forth as he ruts into you. “Come for me, now.”

The command rolls through you, and that pressure bursts. Heat washes over you, making you bow off the bed as a funny, wet feeling gushes out between your thighs. Steve groans, slamming his mouth back over yours, groaning your name as you start to milk his cock.

“Fuck,” he groans, and you wrap your arms tight around his neck. Tight enough to strangle him, if he was a normal man. But Steve just splays his hand possessively over your back and moans against your lips, driving home into your cunt as his release rippling through him.

It’s almost as good as your own orgasm. You’re tucked into a shaking, flexing heat of muscle, his deep voice moaning your name in your ear, his cock still thrusting and twitching inside you. Over, and over, and over-

You can barely breathe in the best way. You’ve never had a man cum so much. It starts just hot and sticky, then it’s drooling out, down your ass and onto the sheets. You can feel it in your throat, almost taste it, and even after Steve pulls out it’s everywhere. Painting your pussy creamy and white, branding your abdomen, your tits, your thighs.

Steve stares down at you with a gaping mouth as you both come down from the high. You laugh, hoarse and breathy.

“Woah.”

“Shit.” Steve mutters, grabbing at the remainder of the clean sheets and wiping them over your body. “I- I didn’t- I usually pull out, you just-“

“Steve-“

“We need to get you in the shower, it’s everywhere-“

“Steve-“

“I’m so sorry-“

“Steven.” You smack his shoulder, and he stops dead.

You’re already bridal style in his arms, naked and covered in his cum, some of it dripping all over the floor. You’re going to need to hire a cleaner. Or invest in really, really big buckets that you’ll keep next to the bed.

“Does that happen every time?”

He swallows, and nods.

“Uh- Not that much.” He mumbles. “But yeah.”

Pride glows in your chest. You get the most of him. “Okay.”

Steve blinks. “Okay?”

You nod, and he shakes his head.

“I ruined your room-“

“I liked it.”

He stares. You smile.

Steve rolls his eyes, and presses a kiss to your brow.

“You’re impossible.” He mutters, and you giggle.

“Yeah, but you love me. And you can’t take it back now, you already said it-“

He grabs your chin, turning it so he can fully capture your lips.

“I do love you.” He mutters against your lips. “And no one could make me take it back if they tried.”

You smile. You have no plans to do that.

Steve is somehow more than you ever dreamed. And there’s no way you’re letting him go now.

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Are you mine?

Warnings- Angst, Steve and Bucky are idiots.

Being in love with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes felt like living in a dream.

A dream so perfect, so utterly untouchable, that even the ghosts of the past couldn’t tarnish it. The three of you had fought wars together, bled together, and survived against impossible odds. You trusted them with your life and, more importantly, with your heart.

Steve, ever the protector, held your hand through the nightmares, his voice a quiet promise in the dark. Bucky, all sharp wit and unspoken devotion, pressed kisses into your hair when he thought you weren’t paying attention. They made you feel safe, like nothing in the world could shake the foundation of what you had.

You belonged to them, and they belonged to you.

The compound had always been your sanctuary, a place where the weight of being an assassin and an Avenger didn’t feel so heavy.

Missions were brutal, but coming home to them made it worth it. Your mornings were tangled limbs and soft murmurs, their warmth pulling you from restless sleep. Your nights were laughter and whispered confessions, hands intertwined beneath the sheets.

Everything was fine, until she arrived.

A trainee named Cassidy.

Sent to the compound for a few days of “intense training” with the Avengers. Young, eager at least, that’s what Fury had said. But from the moment she walked through the doors, it was clear training was the last thing on her mind.

You caught the way her eyes lingered on Steve's broad shoulders, the way she smiled just a little too sweetly when Bucky grunted in response to something she said. You noticed the way she conveniently positioned herself between them whenever she could, the way her touch lingered just a second too long.

It was nothing. Just admiration, maybe even hero worship. You told yourself that, again and again. Steve and Bucky were yours. They loved you.

And yet… doubt had a way of creeping in, even where trust once lived.

For the first time in a long time, you felt something unfamiliar in your own home.

Unease.

You weren’t the jealous type, you had no reason to be, not when Steve and Bucky had given you every reassurance, every reason to trust them. And you did trust them. You trusted them blindly.

But can you trust the world?

Trust didn’t stop the ache in your chest when you saw Cassidy wedged between them on the couch, laughing at something Bucky said. It didn’t stop the sting when Steve placed a comforting hand on her back, so absentmindedly, so effortlessly, like it was second nature.

Like it was something he used to do for you.

You stood frozen in the doorway, fingers tightening around the edge of your jacket. That was your spot. That had always been your spot. Between them. Their arms around you. Their warmth surrounding you.

Now?

Now Cassidy sat there, twirling a lock of her hair, giggling, her body angled towards them like she belonged. And Steve and Bucky?

They didn’t even notice you standing there.

“You’re imagining things, Y/n.” Natasha leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping her coffee as she watched you pick at your food. She didn’t say it dismissively, but there was caution in her voice. Careful, Y/n. Don’t spiral.

“I’m not...” Your voice was hollow. You pushed your plate away and exhaled shakily. “She’s always there, Nat. Always with them. Always touching them...” You swallowed hard, shame burning in your throat. “I feel like… like I don’t exist anymore.”

Natasha sighed, setting her cup down. “Come on. You know Steve and Bucky. They’d never…”

“I know they wouldn’t.” Your fingers curled into fists. “But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.”

Natasha studied you, eyes softer now. “Talk to them, then.”

You nodded. You would. Of course, you would.

But deep down, you were terrified they wouldn’t see it, because they never seemed to see you anymore, ever since Cassidy came.

At first, it was small things.

A conversation cut short because Cassidy had a question. A training session where she suddenly needed Bucky to correct her stance, his hands on her wrists, her waist. A mission debrief where she sat beside Steve, too close, her voice too soft.

Then the canceled plans started.

“I’m sorry, Doll, but we promised we’d show Cassidy the training simulations today.”

“I’ll make it up to you, sweetheart. I swear.”

“We’ll take you out tomorrow, okay?”

Tomorrow never came.

And suddenly, your nights felt emptier. You’d wake up reaching for them, only to find cold sheets where they should have been. You weren’t sure what hurt more.

The loneliness or the fact that they didn’t even realize you were lonely.

They were still yours, weren’t they?

Then why did it feel like you were losing them?

It had been days, days since you had a proper conversation with either of them. Days since they held you like they used to. The only time you got them was at night, in bed.

And yet, there she was again, always there, standing too close to Steve as he poured coffee in the kitchen. Bucky leaned against the counter, smirking at something she said, arms crossed over his chest.

“God, Steve, I still don’t know how you carry that shield around all day.” Cassidy reached out, brushing her fingers over his bicep. “Guess it helps that you’re, like, all muscle.”

Steve laughed, shaking his head. “Occupational hazard, I guess.”

“What about you, Bucky?” She turned to him, eyes bright. “I mean, that metal arm has to be heavy, right? Can I?”

“Nah, sweetheart, it’s lighter than it looks.” Bucky smirked, flexing his vibranium fingers.

Sweetheart.

Your stomach dropped, that was your name. He called you that. Not her.

Your blood ran cold as Cassidy laughed, playfully nudging Bucky’s arm. Steve smiled, amused. Not once did they notice you standing there. Not once did they feel the air shift, the way your entire world was starting to crumble.

That night, you laid in bed alone. Again.

Because, Steve and Bucky had been in the common room with Cassidy, and you couldn’t take it anymore. So you had left.

You curled into yourself, biting the inside of your cheek to keep the sob from escaping.

They were just being nice. Right?

They didn’t see what you saw. Didn’t feel what you felt. Didn’t see how much it was killing you. Right?

And you were too afraid to ask the question burning inside you, “What if they don’t miss me like I miss them?”

You didn’t know how long you had been sitting all alone in the common room.

The compound was quiet, save for the faint hum of the ventilation system. You sat curled up on the couch in the dark, staring at nothing, arms wrapped around yourself as if that could hold you together. The weight in your chest felt heavier than usual, pressing down, suffocating.

You had spent the entire day alone. Again.

They hadn’t noticed. Again.

The cushion beside you dipped, and you didn’t need to look to know who it was. Natasha.

“You’re doing that thing again…” she murmured.

You blinked. “What thing?”

“Shutting down.”

You inhaled sharply, dropping your gaze to your lap.

Natasha sighed, shifting to face you. “Sweets, talk to me.”

Natasha always called you that name, and her reason was you were the only sweet person in her life.

You shook your head. “There’s nothing to say.”

“Bullshit.” She reached out, squeezing your knee. “I see you, you know. The way you’re fading. The way you barely eat. The way you don’t sleep until you’re too exhausted to fight it anymore.”

You swallowed hard, fingers gripping the fabric of your pants.

“They love you, Sweets.” Natasha’s voice was gentle but firm. “This… whatever this is, it’s temporary. They’ll see what’s happening.”

You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head. “No, they won’t…” Your throat burned as you whispered, “They don’t see me anymore, Nat.”

Silence.

Natasha shifted closer, resting her forearm on the back of the couch. “We survived worse, you and me. Remember?”

You knew where she was leading the conversation, but you didn’t care.

“I wish I could remember.” The words slipped out before you could stop them.

Natasha frowned. “Remember what?”

You exhaled shakily, gaze unfocused. “How they trained us. How they made us feel nothing.”

Natasha tensed. “Don’t do that,” she warned. “Don’t go there.”

You lifted your head to meet her eyes. “Why not? It would be easier.” Your voice cracked. “I wouldn’t have to feel like this. Wouldn’t have to wake up reaching for them only to remember I don’t exist to them anymore.”

Natasha’s grip tightened on your knee. “That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it?” Your smile was hollow. “They canceled our date today, Nat. Again. I was supposed to spend the evening with them. Instead, I spent it watching Cassidy laugh at Bucky’s jokes and touch Steve’s arm and…” You sucked in a shaky breath, voice barely above a whisper. “And they let her.”

Natasha’s expression darkened, but she said nothing.

You turned your gaze back to the floor. “I just… I don’t want to feel this anymore.”

She was quiet for a long time before she whispered, “You’re not in the Red Room anymore, Sweets. You have them. You have me.”

You nodded. But the ache in your chest remained, because deep down, you weren’t sure if you still had them at all.

The bed felt massive. You lay curled up on one side, facing away from the door, the covers pulled tightly around you. The scent of Steve and Bucky still lingered on the sheets, but it brought no comfort.

Then the mattress dipped.

First on one side, then the other. Warm bodies slid in beside you, their familiar presence surrounding you.

“Doll?” Steve’s voice was soft, hesitant.

Bucky shifted behind you, his arm resting loosely around your waist. “We’re sorry about earlier, sweetheart.”

Your throat burned.

“We’ll make it up to you,” Steve added quickly. “We’ve got a whole day planned for you tomorrow. Just the three of us. No interruptions, promise.”

Tomorrow.

You closed your eyes.

They had said that last time.

And the time before that.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, willing yourself to stay silent.

Bucky pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Come on, talk to us, Doll. We know you’re mad.”

Mad.

Was that what they thought this was? Your lips parted, but no words came out. Because what was the point? Tomorrow would come, and it would be the same.

Cassidy would be there.

Steve and Bucky wouldn’t notice.

And you? You would be alone again. A tear slipped down your cheek, but you kept your eyes closed. If you stayed quiet, maybe they wouldn’t hear how badly you were breaking.

Morning passed in a blur.

You moved through training sessions on autopilot, barely speaking, barely feeling. Natasha watched you carefully, her sharp gaze catching every falter, every moment you hesitated before leaving the gym. You knew she wanted to say something, but you weren’t sure if you had it in you to listen.

So you just kept going.

Kept pretending.

Kept waiting for Steve and Bucky to remember.

And then they did. Or so you thought.

“Doll, come on! Movie night’s all set up!”

Bucky’s voice rang through the hall as you made your way toward the common room, a flicker of hope stirring in your chest.

They remembered. They finally remembered.

For the first time in days, your heart didn’t feel so heavy. You ran your fingers through your hair, exhaling softly as you reached the doorway, ready to sink into the warmth of your boys.

And then you saw her.

Cassidy.

Sitting between them.

Again.

Your body locked up, breath catching in your throat. She was curled up comfortably, her legs tucked beneath her as she laughed at something Bucky whispered in her ear. Steve sat relaxed beside her, arm draped over the back of the couch, so damn close, so damn easy, like she belonged there.

Like she belonged with them.

You forced yourself to speak, though your voice barely carried. “What is she doing here?”

Steve turned, smiling at you. That easy, oblivious smile that used to make your heart race.

Now?

It made you feel sick.

“She didn’t know it was just meant to be us,” he said lightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “And we didn’t wanna be rude, so…”

You didn’t hear the rest, your ears were ringing.

They didn’t want to be rude to her. You stared at them. At her. And then you swallowed down every emotion clawing its way up your throat. “Enjoy the movie.”

That was all you said before turning on your heel and walking away.

They didn’t call after you.

Didn’t chase you.

Didn’t even notice the way your hands were trembling as you pushed open the door.

The tears came before you even reached the elevator, but you didn’t stop walking, didn’t wipe them away, didn’t care if anyone saw.

Not that they would. No one ever did.

You should have gone to your room. You should have buried yourself under the covers and let the ache consume you in silence.

But the walls were closing in too fast.

So instead, you climbed, up the emergency stairwell, up to the roof, where the air was sharp and cold, where the wind bit at your damp cheeks, where no one could see you break.

Your hands gripped the ledge as you sucked in deep, desperate breaths.

They had remembered and it still hadn’t mattered.

A hollow laugh escaped your lips, bitter and broken. You should have known, you should have known it would end up like this.

You closed your eyes, head tilting back as the city lights blurred beneath the weight of your tears.

You had never felt more alone.

By the time you came down from the roof, your tears had dried, but the weight in your chest remained, suffocating and unrelenting.

You stepped into the hallway, head down, steps quick, just wanting to reach your room, just wanting to breathe without feeling like you were drowning.

But the moment you turned the corner, you froze.

Steve.

Bucky.

And her.

They were standing there, talking, laughing.

Cassidy’s hand was on Bucky’s arm, her body tilted toward him in that way she always did, like she was drawn to him. Steve stood beside them, relaxed, like the world wasn’t crumbling around you.

Like they hadn’t just broken your heart a little more.

Their laughter died down when they saw you.

You knew they noticed your red, swollen eyes. Knew they saw the way your shoulders tensed, the way your fists clenched at your sides.

But they didn’t say anything.

Didn’t ask if you were okay.

Didn’t ask where the hell you had gone.

No, Steve just frowned slightly, like he was trying to piece something together. Like you were some puzzle he couldn’t quite solve.

You didn’t give him the chance, you walked past them without a word, without a glance.

Without acknowledging them at all.

And still, still they didn’t stop you.

The compound doors slammed shut behind you as you ran, your feet pounded against the pavement, muscles burning, lungs heaving, but you didn’t stop.

Didn’t slow down, didn’t care where you were going, as long as it was away.

Away from the suffocating silence, away from them, away from her.

You pushed yourself harder, faster, as if you could outrun the pain clawing at your chest, the unbearable ache of being unseen by the two people who were supposed to know you best.

They had always seen you, hadn’t they? Then why did it feel like you were fading? Why did it feel like you were already gone?

You were so lost in your own head, so consumed by the roaring in your ears, that you didn’t hear the footsteps behind you until a firm hand grabbed your arm, yanking you to a stop.

“Enough.”

Natasha.

You blinked at her, breathing hard, vision blurring. But she didn’t let go. Didn’t loosen her grip. She just stared at you, her green eyes filled with something sharp, something dangerous.

Something like determination.

“I let this go on for too long,” she muttered. “That’s on me.”

You swallowed hard, chest still rising and falling in ragged breaths. “Nat…”

“No.” Her voice was steel. “You’re not doing this. You’re not running until your body gives out just because they’re too damn blind to see what’s happening.”

Your throat tightened. “I don’t know what to do...”

She sighed, her hand loosening slightly but not letting go. “Then let me do something.”

Your breath hitched, but you believed in her.

Natasha had always been your anchor, your constant. You had survived hell together. She knew you better than anyone, sometimes even better than Steve and Bucky.

So when she said those words, when she looked at you like that, like she was done watching you suffer, something inside you cracked.

You swallowed hard, voice barely a whisper, “Okay.”

You hadn’t spoken much since that night, since the roof. Since Natasha found you and promised to do something.

You weren’t sure what you had expected, but you hadn’t expected him.

You sat on the rooftop again, legs pulled to your chest, arms wrapped around your knees. The city stretched out before you, endless and glowing, but all you saw was the emptiness.

The way you had been fading, the way they had let you, the way it still hurt.

You exhaled shakily, trying to push it all down, trying to keep yourself from breaking again.

“Bub.”

Your breath caught, your heart stopped, that voice.

Rough. Low. Familiar.

A voice that belonged to only one person.

You turned slowly, the cold air biting at your tear-streaked face and there he was.

Logan.

Your brother.

Standing there, broad and tense, his sharp eyes scanning you with a fury you hadn’t seen in a long time, his jaw clenched.

SNIKT.

The sound of his claws unsheathing was sharp, deadly, cutting through the silence like a blade to the heart.

His eyes darkened, fists trembling, rage radiating from his very being.

“Who?”

It was just one word, just one syllable, but it carried the weight of a storm. You swallowed hard, dropping your gaze.

Logan stepped closer, his boots heavy against the rooftop, his presence overwhelming.

“Who did this to you, Bub?” His voice was lower now, dangerous. “Tell me. I’ll gut ‘em.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. “Logan...”

“Look at me.”

You did and the moment his eyes met yours, whatever restraint he had left snapped.

“Those sons of bitches!” he snarled, pacing now, breathing ragged. His claws flexed, his shoulders heaved, pure, unfiltered rage pouring from him. “You’re telling me those two idiots, our idiots did this? Made you feel like this?”

You couldn’t answer.

Didn’t have to, because your silence was enough.

Logan let out a rough, guttural growl, his fists clenching so tightly that his knuckles went white despite the metal already tearing through his skin.

“I’ll kill ‘em.”

“No, you won’t.” Natasha’s voice cut through the tension, sharp and unwavering.

You turned just in time to see her step onto the rooftop, arms crossed, her expression unreadable.

“Why the hell not?” Logan snapped. “They hurt her.”

“I know,” Natasha said evenly. “That’s why she’s leaving.”

Your breath hitched, “What?”

Natasha walked toward you, gaze softening as she reached out and brushed her knuckles against your cheek. “Pack a bag, Sweets. You’re going with Logan.”

Your lips parted, but no words came out.

Logan’s brows furrowed. “Wait, you’re actually letting me take her?”

“She needs to get away from here,” Natasha murmured, eyes never leaving yours. “From them.”

You stared at her, then at Logan, your throat tightening so painfully you thought it might close entirely.

“Tasha…”

“No arguments,” she said softly but firmly. “You’re not okay. And I won’t stand here and watch you disappear.”

A single tear slipped down your cheek.

You felt Logan’s heavy hand settle on your shoulder, grounding you, steadying you.

“C’mon, Bub,” he murmured, voice softer now, almost pleading. “Let’s go.”

You hesitated, not because you didn’t want to leave.

But because leaving meant giving up. Leaving meant accepting that they had chosen her, that they had chosen everyone but you.

But maybe... maybe they had already made that choice a long time ago.

You inhaled sharply and nodded.

And this time, you didn’t look back.

Part 2

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Basic Training Masterlist (Peter Parker x Reader)

summary: A pit stop during a road trip ends tragically when a small town cop sets his sights on you. You’re the newest addition in a long standing fucked up family tradition.

➥ Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, violence, kidnapping, public sex, degradation, forced pregnancy, forced marriage, stockholm syndrome, housewife kink, cop!Peter

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SERIES

Preying On You Tonight 18+ @evansbby

pairing: Dark Alpha!Steve Rogers x Naive Omega!Reader

Sibling Rivalry 18+ @imdarkinme

pairing; Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

What A World 18+ @onsunnyside

pairing: Tarzan!Steve Rogers x Doctor!Reader

Third Eye 18+ @onsunnyside

pairing: Steve Rogers x Feral!Reader

Captain’s Legacy 18+ @onsunnyside

pairing: Dark!Alpha Fratboy Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader

New Rules 18+ @syntheticavenger

pairing: Prince!Steve Rogers x Princess!Reader

Time To Run 18+

pairing: Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Fragile 18+

pairing: Dark!Alpha Steve Rogers x Female Omega Reader

Mr July 18+

pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Female Omega Reader

Her Obsession 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: Alpha (Mobster) Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader

Rumlow’s Bride 18+

pairing: Mobster!(Alpha) Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader

Bullshit 18+

pairing: Alpha!Steve x Omega!Reader 

Rude 18+

pairing: Alpha!(Mobster) Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader 

His Koala Bear 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Dark!Steve x Reader 

Cute As A Fuckin’ Button 18+

pairing: Baker!Steve x Mob!Reader

Reckless 18+

pairing: Widower!Stever x Divorced!Reader 

Biker Blood 18+

pairing: Biker!Steve x Neighbour!Reader

Nesting @biteofcherry​

pairing: Mafia!Steve Rogers x Female Reader 

ONE SHOT

A Misunderstanding 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Frat!Steve x Reader 

Freeing a Butterfly 18+

pairing: Mafia!Steve x Reader

Tied Down 18+ 

pairing: Dark Agent Steve x Actress Reader 

Is This How It Ends @writing-for-marvel

pairing: steve Rogers x Fem!Lab Tech!Reader 

Tomorrow Land 18+ @onsunnyside​

pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader 

It’s You 18+ @rogersevans 

pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Clandestine Meetings and Stolen Stares 18+ @cruelfvkingsummer 

pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Movie Star 18+ @vampy-doll

pairing: Dark! Steve Rogers x Ex-Pornstar! Reader 

Hackers Heart 18+ @agentofkrypton 

pairing: steve rogers x hacker!reader

A Taste 18+ @straywords 

pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Chubby!Chef!Reader 

Passing the Baton @touchstarvedirl 

paring: Steve Rogers x Spoiled!Reader 

STUCKY

Their Surrogate 18+ @gotnofucks

pairing: Dark!Steve x Reader, Dark!Bucky x Reader

Your Doll 18+ @kaiparker-avengerssmut

pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x F!Stark!Reader

Fake Mate 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: Alpha!Stucky x Omega Reader

Ours To Keep 18+

pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Reader x Mobster!Steve

Bad Boys 18+

pairing: Biker!Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader x Biker!Alpha!Steve

Blue Christmas 18+

pairing: Alpha (Mobster) Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader x Alpha (Mobster) Bucky Barnes

Method Acting 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Frat!Steve x Reader x Frat!Bucky

The Penthouse 18+

pairing: Multiple Characters x Reader

Injustice Isn’t Sweet 18+ @stuckysdumbbitch

pairing: Dark!Daddy!Steve x Reader x Little!Bucky

Backstage Pass 18+ 

pairing: dark!rockstar!Bucky Barnes x dark!rockstar!Steve Rogers x Reader x Grey! Natasha Romanoff

Red Daughter 18+ @deceitfuldevout

pairing: Dark!Stucky x Ex-Hydra!Reader 

Little Pitchers @babyhatesreality​

pairing: Daddy Stucky x Little F! Reader 

Need You Now 

pairing: Daddy!Stucky x Little F! Reader 

You Love When I Fall Apart 18+ @bonky-n-steeb

pairing: bucky barnes x steve rogers x maid! reader

[jemmsstuffx-reblogs]

Jack Harlow Reblogs Pt 2

A Part 2 of my favourite Jack Harlow Fics!

Part 1

SERIES

You Better Call Becky With The Good Hair, Part 2

pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Not So Happy Birthday, Part 2, Part 3 18+ @heavyhitterheaux

pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Hear My Heart @heavyhitterheaux

pairing: Jack Harlow x Hearing Impaired!Reader

Be Careful What You Wish For @heavyhitterheaux

pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

"Mommy Made A Big Wrong", Part 2 @jackharloww

pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Downs & Downs, Part 2@sunyr

pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

ONE SHOT

“You Cheated On Me” @jackharloww

pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Baking Gingerbread Cookies

pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Only You Take All Of Me 18+ @hoodharlow

pairing: Jack Harlow x Female OC!Miriam

Tethered To You 18+ @hoodharlow

pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

'Cause She In The Crowd Screamin' 18+ @hoodharlow

pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Karma @stunnabrat

pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Jelly Baby @creme-delacreme

pairing; Jack Harlow x Reader

Oral Fixation 18+ @19crimes

pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Jealousy, Jealousy @harlowcomehome

pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Little Weirdo @harlowsbby

pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Will You Be My Valentine 18+ @heavyhitterheaux

pairing: Baby!Jack Harlow x Baby!Reader, Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Funny Seeing You Here @heavyhitterheaux

paring: Jack Harlow x Reader

After Party 18+ @neon-lights-and-glitter

pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Best Thing I Never Had @harlowsbby

pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

That's Not Fair! @nattinatalia

pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Like Daddy @nattinatalia

pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Girl, You're Perfect 18+ @armaniinthehayloft

pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Lose You To Love Me @divinedd

pairing: Ex Husband! Jack Harlow x Reader

Best Thing I Never Had @divinedd

pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Damage Control @alreadyjackbestfriend

pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Tour Blues @fentytink

pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Posted Up With Your Bitch 18+ @ontheshroom

pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Let’s Make A Genre 18+ @exoticr0ses

pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

MASTERLISTS

The Harlows @nattinatalia

The Harlows @nattinatalia

[jemmsstuffx-reblogs]

Bucky Barnes Reblogs

A masterlist of my fav Bucky Barnes Fics 

SERIES

A Maidens Tale 18+ @world-of-aus

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Dolores, Mob!Bucky x Maid!Reader 

The Truth Will Set You Free @angstysebfan

pairing: Bucky x Female Reader, Thor x Reader

Bad Decisions 18+ @syntheticavenger

pairing: Mob Boss Bucky Barnes x Right Hand Female Reader

Monster In Law 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Chubby Bee 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Plus-size!Reader 

The Annoying Guy @holylulusworld

pairing: OFC x fem!Reader, Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Every Other Day 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

Mr Grumpy and His Ex-mate @holylulusworld

pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader 

Rebound 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader 

Unwilling Bride @holylulusworld​

pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barney’s x fem!Reader 

Howlin’ For You @invisibleanonymousmonsters

pairing: Biker!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Her soft animal 18+ @kinanabinks

paring: Dark Bucky x Reader

The Penthouse 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Multiple Characters x Reader

Two Thousand, Five Hundred and sixty nine 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: frat!bucky x best friend!reader

Relax 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Nerd!Frat!Bucky x Reader

Best Friend 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Best Friend!Reader

ONESHOTS

As In The Mother, So Is Her Daughter @suitk0via

pairing: Dad!Bucky x Reader

His Little Play Thing 18+ @bucky-barnes-diaries

pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x Stepdaughter!Reader

It All Belongs To You 18+ @angrythingstarlight

pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader 

Rescuing Alpine @angrythingstarlight

pairing: Bucky x Reader. Alpine 

Top Of His List @angrythingstarlight

pairing: Mafia Bucky x Reader 

Don’t Make Me Wait 18+ @angrythingstarlight

pairing: 

Thin Ice 18+ @angrythingstarlight

pairing: 

Say The Word and It’s Yours 18+ @angrythingstarlight​

pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader 

Cruel 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Best friend!Reader

How You Love Me 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Best friend!Reader

Something Blue 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Best friend!Reader

Separation Anxiety 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Semi-dark!fratbucky x best friend!reader

Clingy As Fuck 18+ @kinanabinks 

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Best friend!Reader 

Constant 18+ @kinanabinks 

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Best friend!Reader

His Girls 18+ @kinanabinks 

paring: Nat x Reader x Bucky 

The Sound Of Love 18+ @kinanabinks 

pairing: Bucky x Partly Deaf!Avenger!Reader

Tug Of War 18+ @kinanabinks 

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Best Friend!Reader, Ex!Pietro x Reader 

The Only One @kinanabinks 

pairing: Ex!Bucky x Reader 

Obedient 18+ @holylulusworld

Pairing: Alpha!Mobster!Bucky x Omega!Reader 

Two Souls @holylulusworld

pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader;Alpha!Winter Soldier x Omega!Reader

Stumble @holylulusworld​

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

I Have A Feeling This Was A Trap 18+ @scarletsoldat​

pairing: Beefy!dom!Bucky x Shy!sub!Reader x Roommate!dom!Wanda 

Mr Grumpy Man 18+ @idy-ll-ique​

pairing: Mob Boss!Bucky x F!Reader

STUCKY: 

BackStage Pass 18+ @luxeavenger​

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Female!Reader 

Their Surrogate 18+ @gotnofucks

pairings: Dark!Steve x Reader, Dark!Bucky x Reader

Theirs To Keep 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Reader x Mobster!Steve

Your Doll 18+ @kaiparker-avengerssmut

pairing: steve rogers x bucky barnes x f!stark!reader

Method Acting 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: frat!steve x reader x frat!bucky

[biteofcherry]

Nature’s beauty

mountain rescuer Steve Rogers x female reader

summary: Your teasing comment about staying home barefoot and pregnant makes something in Steve snap. He’s now eager to turn it into reality. 

warnings: consensual; barebacking; breeding kink; housewife kink; light bondage; dubiously consensual taking of risky pictures; lots of filthy talk (not even dirty, just nasty filth); mention of cumplay; established relationship; Steve’s a rescuer but who will rescue us from Steve’s hotness; 

*no squirrels were harmed in the process of writing the story

“Come on. Get out of there!” You huffed, tapping your fingers against the wood of the small birdhouse installed high on the tree trunk. 

It was a birdhouse - and just this morning you saw a small, colorful bird check it out - but some sneaky, red squirrel decided to squat inside it. How did it even fit through the tiny hole, you had no idea. 

You noticed it as you returned from your little hike, seeing a flash of an orange fluffy tail as the squirrel stuffed its tiny butt through the hole. So you tried climbing the tree, not much successfully, and scare the intruder out.

It wouldn’t be a good house for a growing squirrel anyway. 

To prop yourself, you used one of the wooden crates Steve built you for the vegetable garden that you planned on starting. Since it wasn’t enough to reach the birdhouse, you stuck another crate on top of it. The construction swayed a little, but you braced yourself against the tree trunk and reached your hand up to knock on the small wooden house.

“Your nuts won’t fit in there with you!” You called, though it was doubtful the squirrel would understand you. 

The crates wobbled, but before you had a chance to stabilize yourself with both hands on the tree two strong hands gripped your hips and easily lifted you up.

“And what do you think you’re doing, sweetheart?” Steve’s steady voice calmed your initial panic. 

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[jackharloww]

Hi! I’m not sure if you’ve done this before, but can you do one where the reader has a child, and Jack knows but is afraid after you tell him you have a son (4-5 years old). Your son's dad is still in his life, but they don’t have the best relationship. You can do what you want with this

Luca and Mommy

Summary: Jack feels bad about distancing himself from you after he sees you with your son and baby daddy.

A little angsty to fluff.

”Mommy, can I have some ice cream?” Luca asked you, giving you his big puppy eyes.

“After dinner bubs,” you told him and took out two plates for the both of you. You picked your son, Luca up from kindergarten after work a few hours ago and came home and made lasagna. While it was cooking up you had time to read with him and now it was time for dinner.

“Okay mommy” he pouted but quickly forgot about it when you put his plate in front of him.

"It's still hot baby, be careful" you reminded him as he grabbed his fork to eat. He nodded and blew on his food to make it cool down, you smiled at him and poured him a glass of juice.

Just as you sat down in front of him, you got a notification on your phone. You grabbed it and saw that it was Jack who messaged you. He hadn't spoken to you in two weeks, coincidentally after he saw you, Luca, and Luca's dad whilst you were in the park. He and Urban had gotten out for a walk when they saw you, they came up and said hello but walked away quickly after that. After that awkward meeting, you only received cold answers from him when you were messaging and no phone calls at all, and the last week no messages at all, until this one that is. You got tired of waiting around for him so you simply just stopped trying, clearly he didn’t want anything to do with you and Luca.

Jack - Can I call?

You rolled your eyes and quickly answered a - not now - before putting the phone away and turning your focus to Luca, listening to him telling you about his day and what he did at kindergarten. After dinner, you ate ice cream and watched a little TV before you gave him a shower and then read him a bedtime story. When Luca fell asleep you took a warm shower and then got out to make yourself some tea, to have a little me-time before going to bed. While you waited for the water to boil, you checked your phone again and saw that you'd received more messages from Jack.

Jack - Sure, let me know when.

Jack - how's it going?

Jack - Please I need to talk to you

Jack - I need to apologize for how I’ve acted

You and Jack had been seeing one another for a while now, going on dates and hanging out, and it had started to get serious between the two of you. You were transparent with your life as you didn’t want to waste anyone’s time, so Jack knew about your son almost immediately. He loved the way you talked about him, and sometimes you felt you were being too much but Jack encouraged you to talk more about your son. He loved how family oriented you were and he truly admired that about you. He made it clear that he understood boundaries and knew it would be a while before they met in person. You had such good feelings about him and were finally feeling ready for them to meet, but after that awkward meeting in the park and Jack shutting you out, you brought your walls up again and tried to push your feelings away.

You took a deep breath before typing out your answer: -- You can call now --. Almost directly you got an incoming Facetime call. he just had to call Facetime huh you thought as you quickly pushed your hair away from your face before answering.

"Hi" he said with a faint smile as soon as he saw your face.

"Hi" you answered before taking a sip, feeling the tension through the screen. Jack didn't say anything for a few seconds, making you speak up. "So you wanted to say something?"

"yes, I'm sorry for being off these past few days," he said after taking a deep breath.

"two weeks are a little more than a few days but whatever" you mumbled and took another sip from your tea. He didn't say anything to that other than nodding.

"I know, and I need to apologize about that. I was just in my own head when I should have talked to you" he explained

"I get it, you freaked out when you meet me with my son and got cold feet. I get it, it's whatever, I don't care" you lied "nothing that I haven't been through before" you mumbled and saw how his eyes immediately widened at your words.

"no no no, it's not like that at all, please y/n believe me it's not like that" he hurriedly said

"What is it like then?" you questioned him

"It's just that" he took a deep breath, trying to find the right words "It felt like I was in the way of your family that day, and I didn't want to interfere so I got into my own head" he explained "I'm so sorry y/n, I was being stupid, I don't know how to make it up to you."

"I accept your apology, but I don't think it's a good idea that we continue being more than friends," you said biting your lip, you felt yourself getting emotional but you pushed the tears away, not wanting to cry in front of him. If he couldn't handle that situation in the park and got distant and cold feet, what would he do when times got hard? raising a child is not an easy task and a lot of hard things follow with it, would he up and leave whenever things got tough? You had to think about what's best for you and especially for Luca.

"What, Y/N please don't" he got stressed " Let us at least meet up and talk more about this, please" he begged you. Just then you heard Luca calling on you.

"Luca is awake, I have to go, Bye Jack" you turned the call off before he had time to answer, and wiped the tear that had slipped down your face before walking to Luca's room.

"What's wrong bubs?" You asked and turned on his night lamp

"I want water" he mumbled and rubbed his eyes. You really had to start putting a water bottle next to him you thought before kissing his head.

"Okay my love, I'm going to get you some, you wait here" You didn't want him to get out of bed and lose his sleep so you walked to the kitchen and filled up his spiderman water bottle before returning to his room.

"There you go" You gave him multiple head kisses and tucked him in once again. You stayed next to him until he fell asleep and then got up to get ready for bed yourself. You checked your phone one last time and read the last message you had gotten from Jack.

Jack - Please don't do this, let us meet and talk about it

You sighed and typed an answer

You - Fine, I'll call you tomorrow and we’ll figure something out.

——Time Jump ——

It had been two days since you and Jack talked on the phone and you told him you two were better off as friends. You had called him the day after and you both decided to meet up today, Friday. You had just dropped off Luca at kindergarten and began driving to Starbucks to order breakfast. You didn’t have meetings until the afternoon so now was the perfect time to meet Jack. Your best friend Melanie knew about it all and you called her for some mental support.

“I really like him, Mel” you sighed

“I know you do, but if he runs away whenever things get tough then he's not worthy of you and Luca," she said, you nodded even though she couldn’t see you.

“I know, I was really rooting for him. I thought he was going to be the man I finally introduced to Luca, but well that flopped” you chuckled and tried to hold back your tears, it’s not time for them now. You just wanted to go through this meeting with him and go to work.

"Listen to what he says and to his explanation at least. Call me after okay?" she told you.

"I will, thank you," You both said your goodbyes and you arrived at Starbucks and ordered for you and Jack. When you received your order you started driving to Jack's apartment. You parked the car and walked up to his door, took a few deep breaths, and knocked on the door. You didn’t have to wait long before Jack opened and let you in

“Hi, you look beautiful” he said and reached out for a hug as soon as you put down the breakfast on the side table in the foyer. 

“Hi, thank you” you mumbled and hugged him back. The big and warm hug lasted a few seconds, and you almost forgot why you were there. You pulled yourself away and you both shared a soft smile. 

"I hope you're hungry I brought breakfast" you picked up the breakfast and walked into the living room after Jack. He smiled at your thoughtful nature, he grabbed two plates from the kitchen and came back to sit down on his big sofa. He was wearing a burgundy sweatsuit that made him look so damn good - get your act together y/n you told yourself as you sat down across from him.

"Thank you for this, I'm starving," he said and took a big bite of his sandwich. You both ate and had small talk without any awkward silence, but as soon as Jack came back from putting the plates away the tension got a lot thicker.

"soooo" you said and gave him an awkward smile, slowly nodding your head. Jack took a deep breath before he spoke, You were not ready for this conversation....

"First of all, I have to tell you how deeply and truly sorry I am for how I handle things," he said and looked you deep in the eyes. You simply nodded and let him continue.

"It was really immature of me to act that way, and I just got into my own head. And if I'm being honest, I got afraid" he sighed

"Afraid of what?" You gently asked him, trying to understand where he was coming from.

"That day in the park, You looked like a happy family and Luca looked really happy with his dad around and I didn’t want to be in the way of that" he explained "But I’m sorry I didn't talk to you about it and instead distanced myself from you. That was immature of me” he sighed and ran his fingers through his curls, messing them up. You respected him for owning up to it but you couldn't help but get emotional at the situation.

"You should have told me that then instead of shutting me out Jack," you sighed "I don't like speaking about it, but Luca and his dad don't have a good relationship, they meet a few times a month and I have to be there every time they meet. Far from a happy functional family don't you think?" you rolled your eyes as you explained, you really didn't like talking about this. Jack only knew that you had full custody but he didn't know exactly how bad Luca's relationship with his dad was. "And you would have known that if you'd asked instead of running away" you couldn't help but add that last part, still feeling hurt by the way he handled things.

Jack looked at you with glossy eyes "that's fair" he nodded slowly, taking in everything you'd just told him. "I had no idea y/n. I feel bad about the way I went about it and I really hope you can give me another chance to prove to you that I'm serious about this" he begged as he reached out to hold your hands.

"I want to show you I'm ready for this and that I'm all in" He looked deeply into your eyes.

"I don't know Jack" you sighed.

"Let me be the man you deserve, and hopefully, if you let me, a father figure to Luca" As soon as he said that your heart started beating a hundred miles per hour. Was he really being serious about all this? If you were being honest with yourself you wouldn't want anything else than for that to happen.

"Well, I think you have to meet Luce before we jump to that" you let out a soft chuckle, making him smile.

"Are you open to the idea of me meeting him then?" he asked, the excitement could be heard in his voice.

"maaaybeee" you smiled "But you have to promise me you're a hundred percent serious about this Jack. I have to know you won't up and leave whenever things get hard because believe me they will"

"I really am, I want to show you how you two should be treated, the way you truly deserve. I'm all in if you let me" He scooted closer to you and gave you a big hug along with head kisses. After a while, he leaned back on the couch and pulled you with him and you cuddled up with each other.

"Do you feel comfortable telling me about Luca and his dad?" he asked gently, you took a deep breath and softly nodded. And then you proceed to tell him the whole story. Jack listened carefully and put a few comments here and there, hugging you tighter when you got emotional.

-- Time Jump --

It was finally time for Jack and Luca to meet for real this time. The talk you and Jack had was a month ago, and during that month your relationship with Jack had gotten even stronger. You had sat down with Luca the day before and told him that he was going to meet a very special friend of yours. Luca was a sweet kid, so you weren't that worried about it. Unlike Jack that was freaking out.

"Mom, what if he doesn't like me?" Jack sighed into the phone while he was driving to your house. He was clearly nervous about this meeting.

"I know baby, just be yourself and talk to him about his interest. And from what I've heard he is a very sweet child" Maggie tried to make Jack feel more at ease about the situation.

"He likes spiderman so I brought some spiderman stuff" Jack smiled to himself, starting to get more excited about meeting Luca. Jack and his mom spoke more until he arrived at your home. He knocked on the door.

"Wow, you look lovely," he said as soon as you opened the door, you blushed at that and gave him a big smile.

"Well so do you, come in" Jack stepped in and you could tell how nervous he was.

"He's going to love you, don't worry" you gave him a quick kiss before hearing Luca come running to the door.

"Hello, are you Jack, mommy's special friend?" Luca curiously asked as soon as he saw Jack standing there.

"Hi little man, I am" Jack laughed and bent down to give Luca his presents. "I heard you liked spiderman"

"A SPIDERMAN CAR" Luca screamed in excitement when he saw the present Jack had brought him. A remote control spiderman car, with a spiderman doll with it.

"Jack, Can we play with it right now?" Luca asked him, hugging the package. Jack looked up at you for an answer and received a nod. "come on, let's open it up" Jack and Luca went to the living room to start playing with the toys

When dinner was ready, the three of you sat down to eat and Luca got along very well with Jack, he even asked him to stay for the movie night, which he did. Luca fell asleep halfway into the movie which resulted in you having to pick him up and put him to bed.

"Y/N he is amazing," Jack said in awe as you came back to the living room. "He is so well-mannered and very sweet." You could tell how Jack's eyes lit up as he spoke about him, which made your heart flutter.

"He really likes you, I could tell" you smiled and cuddled up to his side. After a few minutes, you got up and made the both of you some tea and you both sat and talked for hours. This was really something you could get used to you thought and smiled lovingly at Jack while he told you about taking you and Luca to the aquarium next weekend.

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taglist: @hoodharlow , @pianoisland , @harlowcomehome , @itsyagirljaz , @neon-lights-and-glitter , @heavyhitterheaux , @nattinatalia , @harlowsbby

[jemmsstuffx-reblogs]

Too bloody cute ❤️

[kinanabinks]

The Cheerleader • P3

18+ | minors dni

A barbecue at the Rogers' residence gets messy when you're introduced to Uncle Bucky.

Content Warning: Enemy's Dad!Steve Rogers x Reader, DILF!Bucky x Reader, age gap, smut (fingering, dirty talk, blowjob, face fucking, mean dom!steve, praise kink, a tiny bit of degredation kink), possessive!steve, fluff.

Part One | Part Two

"Okay. You are officially, absolutely deranged," Davina hisses as you drag her down the huge driveway. "You told me this was a fashion event!"

"That's the only way I could get you to come!" You retort, tightly gripping her wrist. "And I sure as fuck wasn't coming here alone."

The house in front of you is the biggest you've ever seen. There are multiple sports cars parked up, as well as a butler awaiting you with a grin.

"What the fuck?" Davina mumbles as the two of you approach him. "What kind of barbecue is this?"

"Welcome!" The man greets you. "My name is Phillip. You must be the wonderful Miss Y/N, and her friend...?"

"Davina," She finishes with a tight-lipped smile.

"Master Rogers awaits you both," Phillip tells you warmly, shooting you a wink. "I'm sure he'll be delighted to know you've arrived."

You follow him into the house and he leads you through the entryway and back out into the garden. There are a lot more people than you expected to see, and you immediately become acutely aware of just where you are.

"What the fuck am I doing?" You mutter to yourself, before turning to Davina. "How could you let me do this?"

Her rage-filled eyes widen. "I am going to beat your ass," She utters lowly, grabbing your hand. "Let's get out of here before someone sees us-"

"What the ever-living fuck are you doing here?" A cold voice suddenly cuts in behind you. You turn to see Jamie pushing her sunglasses up on her head as she looks you up and down with a glare. "Could that dress be any shorter?"

"We got lost," Davina claims, making you roll your eyes before stepping forward.

"I was invited," You remind Jamie curtly. "It would be rude to turn your father down."

"He only invited you 'cuz he thinks we're friends," She points out with a huff. "Why would you even want to be here, anyway? Are you planning something? I swear to God, if you're trying to pull something-"

"Relax, Jamie," You say calmly, patting her shoulder. "I just came by for a burger. No ulterior motive."

Astounded, she scoffs and points behind you. "Leave. Now. And take your little puppy with you," She hisses, giving Davina a dirty look.

"Screw you!" Davina retorts, and a determined look grows on her face. "You know what? Come on, Y/N, I see Mr. Rogers cooking sausages and they look delicious."

You snort as she practically drags you across the lawns and to the barbecue, where Steve is standing in a blue polo shirt and shorts. God, he's sexy. When he spots you, his face lights up and he takes off his sunglasses. Smiling widely, he puts down the tongs and opens his arms. "Hey, Y/N!" He greets you, pulling you in for a quick hug.

"Hi, Mr. Rogers," You reply coyly, looking up at him with a grin when you pull back.

"Please, call me Steve," He requests before glancing at Davina. "Hello, there. Another friend of Jamie's?"

She gives him a tight-lipped smile. "Something like that. Do you have any ice cream?"

"Sure do, honey. Head on inside and find Phillip; tell him I said you can have whatever you want," He says, to which she excitedly rushes away.

"Your house is amazing," You gush, standing at his side as he flips over a few burgers.

"Thank you," Steve says with a chuckle, quickly looking you up and down. "Cute dress. Buy it just for me?"

Your stomach flips but you hold your own, not letting your weakness be shown. "What, this old thing?" Lie. You bought it straight after your last encounter with him, but he doesn't need to know that. "So, Master Rogers, huh? Do you also have a batcave and a latex suit?"

Steve grins. "I dunno about the cave, but I'm sure I can find some latex for us to use," He says smoothly.

"Ugh. That was corny," You complain with narrow eyes. "I do appreciate the advocacy for safe sex, though."

"Yeah, I probably should've thought of that the last two times I saw you," He says with a wince while opening up a packet of burger buns. "You're on the pill, right?"

You nod. "And you're not fucking anyone else, are you?"

"Jealous?" He asks you with a cocky smirk. "Nah, baby. I don't have the energy or desire to be fucking anyone else right now."

"Me neither," You agree, wanting to be fully transparent with him. "Pietro and I still fool around, though - but not sex."

Steve swallows thickly but nods, keeping his eye on his meat.

Having not noticed his slight discomfort at your revelation, your eye catches a birthday banner hung up above the pool. "Where's the birthday boy? This is for Jamie's uncle or something, right?"

Steve nods, looking around. "Yeah, my best friend, Bucky. He should be here somewhere..."

You scan the crowd until you spot a man about Steve's age wearing a pink party hat and smoking a thick cigar. He has a big build, paired with a strong jawline and piercing blue eyes. Fucking hell. Are all the men in Jamie's family this hot?

"I think I see him," You utter, unable to take your eyes off him.

"Yeah, that's Buck," Steve says, focusing on his burgers. "You should go over to him. Birthday wishes from pretty girls always make him smile."

He doesn't have to say it twice. Before the sentence even fully leaves Steve's mouth, you're already trekking over to where Bucky's pulling out a beer from a cooler. His lips curl up when he notices you approaching him, and he quickly looks you up and down.

"Hi, there," Bucky greets you smoothly. "You one of Jamie's girlfriends?"

"Steve invited me," You point out, wanting to be more than just his niece's classmate.

"Did he, now?" He asks, raising a brow.

"Bucky's a weird name," You say curtly, pointing at the banner before stealing his beer and taking a swig.

Looking surprised by how forward you're being, he chuckles. "Uh, yeah. My first name is James, middle name Buchanan. Steve came up with Bucky when we were kids," He explains.

"James..." You trail off as the cogs in your head turn. "Was Jamie-?"

"Named after me," Bucky finishes proudly. "I'm her Godfather."

"Uncle Bucky!" A sudden shrill voice sounds out, right before Jamie jumps in between the two of you. "What are you doing over here? C'mon, let's help Dad with the food."

"I'm in the middle of a conversation, J," He clarifies sternly, making you smirk while she deflates.

"Right," She mutters under her breath. Turning to you, she lifts up her red solo cup, and it's almost as though the next few seconds happen in slow motion. Jamie moves forward as though planning on walking past you, before pretending to trip on nothing and spilling her drink all down your dress. Her eyes meet yours and she faux gasps. "Oops!"

The freezing cold beverage soaks through your cotton dress, sticking to your chest and making you shiver. Once the shock wears off, you're outraged - but you keep on a calm front for Bucky.

"What the hell, Jamie?" He says with a frown, putting down his beer and sticking his cigar between his teeth.

"I slipped!" She claims innocently while you cringe at the sensation of your wet, sticky skin.

"Come on, darlin', let's go clean you up," Bucky mumbles, nodding towards the house as he takes your hand in his.

"She can take care of herself, Uncle Bucky!" Jamie whines. "Let's go help Dad-"

"Stop acting like a child," He scolds her firmly, shutting her up as her lips slam together.

A wide smile breaks out on your lips, and just before Bucky whisks you into the house, you shoot Jamie a wink. First her dad, now her godfather? You're on a fucking roll. But it's not like she doesn't deserve it - your dress wasn't cheap, and it's likely ruined.

Bucky takes you upstairs and into a bathroom that most definitely has to be Jamie's judging by the decor and products, where he grabs you a towel. You do your best to wipe up as much of the liquid as possible, but your chest is still sticky.

"Here, lemme wet a few napkins," He suggests, taking his cigar out of his mouth and holding it out to you. "Grab that for me, cheerleader."

You take it from him and a few seconds pass before you process what he called you. With a frown, you tilt your head. "How did you know I'm a cheerleader?" You question him curiously.

He's dampening a few paper towels in the sink and he looks up to meet your eyes in the mirror with a sheepish look on his face. "Lucky guess?" He offers.

Narrowing your eyes, you place the cigar in your mouth. "Oh, sure. I bet Mr. Rogers has told you everything, hasn't he?" You ask flatly, only slightly annoyed at the idea of Steve bragging about you to his best friend.

Bucky smirks down at you, watching as you take a puff from the cigar. It's thankfully not too bitter for you, and you slowly blow out the smoke while keeping your cool. He then takes it back from you, shaking his head disapprovingly. "Those are bad for you, cheerleader," He mumbles with a wicked look in his eyes. "There are plenty of better things you could be putting in that pretty mouth of yours."

Tilting your head, you purse your lips. "Like what, James?" You ask him.

Instead of answering you, he grabs the moistened napkins and begins to pat them on your chest, cleaning up the residual liquid. "You're gonna have to take your dress off," Bucky tells you casually, staring at your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your dress. Subconsciously, you pull your shoulders back and accentuate your bust, which he notices and smirks at.

"Could you help me?" You ask him, your voice a little softer than usual as you feel your panties dampen at his touch.

He steps closer until there's no space between you, your bodies pressing against each other. With his breath on your lips, Bucky grabs two handfuls of the skirt of your dress and pulls it up, over your head. He tosses it to the side before looking you up and down, taking a puff from the cigar while drinking you in. Without a word, he lifts you up by your hips and sits you down on the edge of the sink, moving to stand between your legs.

"I can help you however you want," He utters smoothly, stroking your inner thigh, sending shivers down your spine. "However you need, cheerleader."

Although you know it's inherently a bad idea to go there with Bucky, you can't help but want to, so bad. And right now, when it's only you and him, and you're already half naked, there's no way you'll make the right decision.

"Touch me," You request lightly, resting your hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah? That's what you want?" He asks, his eyes twinkling. When you nod, he steps closer to you and continues stroking your leg, gradually moving his fingers closer to your heat. You gasp when he brushes them over your panties, making your legs tremble. "Don't worry, baby, there's no need to be nervous. It's just me," He assures you, only making you want him more.

He takes off your panties, biting his lip when he lays eyes on your practically glistening cunt. With a small smile, he looks into your eyes while running his fingers through your folds, making you whimper.

"Tell me how you want it, cheerleader," He says as he slowly pushes a finger into your entrance. "Talk to me."

"Fuck," You breathe out as he slowly opens you up. He thrusts his finger in and out of you a few times before you feel a increased desire. "More," You utter. "More, please."

"Yeah? You want one more?" Bucky asks teasingly, not taking long to comply with your request. He slips another digit into you, making you shudder. It's almost painful how slow he's going, the smug look on his face telling you he wants you to beg him for what you want.

"Faster," You say weakly, leaning back until your head rests against the mirror.

He does as you say, fucking his fingers into you faster, keeping his eyes on your face. "That feel good, cheerleader?" He asks you with a smirk.

"Yes," You cry out, gripping the edge of the counter with both your hands. "Feels so good, Bucky."

"Good girl," He mumbles, using his free hand to keep a steady grip on your thigh.

After a few moments, you're aching for something more. "Bucky, could you..." You begin, slightly nervous to complete the request.

"What is it, baby?" He asks you, continuing to finger you.

"Please, could you... curl your fingers?" You ask sweetly, placing your hands on his biceps, shuddering when you feel his muscles flex beneath your palms.

Your question makes him chuckle, and he nods. "Like this?" He asks before curling his digits inside you, making you squirm.

"Oh, shit!" You call out as your pleasure increases tenfold. "Oh, my God, just like that."

"Yeah? Like this, baby? You like that?" Bucky asks, getting off on your moans.

You feel lightheaded as he continues, every inch of your skin on fire. "I'm dizzy," You whisper.

"You're getting so tight around me," He mutters, fingering you harder while rubbing your clit with his thumb. "You're gonna cum for me, aren't you? Gonna be a good girl and cream all over my fingers?"

"Fuck, yes!" You moan as your eyes roll back. "Oh, shit, I'm cumming."

"That's it, good girl," He coaxes you through your orgasm as pure bliss rains over you. Your pussy squeezes around his fingers and your juices coat his hand, and he continues fingering you through your high.

Just as he's about to lean in to kiss you, the bathroom door swings open and you feel your heart fall to your feet. When you turn to see Steve in the doorway, you're only slightly relieved.

"Hey, man," Bucky says as he slips his fingers out of you, giving him a sly grin. "Thanks for the birthday present." When he sees the less than pleased look on Steve's face, Bucky winces. "Oh. Is this your girl?" Turning back to you, he gently taps your knee. "See, the reason me and Steve have been best friends so long because we have same taste in beer and different taste in women."

You raise a brow at his statement, subtly closing your legs. Steve is also confused, as he asks, "The fuck are you talking about, Buck?"

"Look at her!" Bucky exclaims, gesturing to you. "She has me written all over her. How was I supposed to know she was yours?"

"Alright, you can leave now," Steve grumbles, standing to the side to allow the brunet space to leave.

Holding his hands up in surrender, Bucky shoots you one last wink before walking out of the bathroom, patting Steve's chest on his way out. Once the two of you are alone, you give Steve an innocent look.

"It's his birthday," You excuse with a coy smile. "And you're the one who introduced me to him."

He lets out a grumble, walking further in and shutting the door behind him. "Is that right?" He asks, raising a brow. "You gonna fuck every man I introduce you to?"

"You gonna keep introducing me to hot men?" You counter.

"Definitely not," He states, watching as you stand up and put your panties back on. "You wanna know why?"

"Why?" You bite, taking a step closer to him.

Suddenly, Steve grabs you by the chin and pulls you closer. "Because, you dumb little thing," He begins lowly. "You're mine."

His words are simple, but they still have an intense effect on you. You suck in a sharp breath, utterly taken by him.

"Now, here's what's going to happen," He says in a soft voice, using his free hand to unbuckle his belt. "You're going to get onto your knees, and I'm going to fuck that pretty face of yours, and in the morning, when your throat is sore from my cock tunneling down it, you're going to remember exactly who it is you belong to. Do you understand me?"

With a dumbstruck look on your face, you nod. "Yes, Sir," You reply gingerly.

Steve tilts his head. "Then why the fuck aren't you on your knees yet?"

Immediately, you sink down to your knees, eager to please him. He runs one of his hands through your hair while you unzip his pants, your heart racing with excitement. Finally, you reach into his boxers and take out his hard, throbbing cock, swearing that it looks bigger than last time.

With wide eyes, you slowly lick a stripe up his length. He shivers as you flick your tongue over a prominent vein, covering his dick in your spit. "Stop fucking teasing," He growls, cupping your head in his hands. "Open."

Obediently, you open your mouth as wide as possible before he plunges his cock inside. Your brain goes into panic mode as his dick sits heavy and thick on your tongue, but you take a few deep breaths through your nose to calm yourself down. Once he senses that you're ready, Steve begins to fuck your face, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

"Ah, fuck," He hisses, throwing his head back. "That's it, good girl."

You keep your eyes on him as you suck his cock. It feels like you're doing something wrong; sucking Jamie's dad off in her own bathroom, but it just feels so fucking right.

"That's it," He praises, pulling on the ends of your hair. "Take it all. I know you can."

His words motivate you to take his entire length, causing you to gag. Your vision blurs but you keep your eyes open and on him, wanting him to see how determined you are to please him. Needing him to know how devoted to his pleasure you are.

Steve's cock continues to slide over your tongue and slip down your throat as he uses you for his pleasure. "Good girl," He mumbles, making your heart jolt. Such a casual comment shouldn't have such a deep effect on you, but the words echo in your head and drive you to urgently chase his pride.

And chase it, you do.

Hollowing out your cheeks, you begin sucking him harder than ever. This makes him groan loudly as his hips buck forwards, pushing his cock further down your throat and making you choke. His shaft begins to throb and twitch incessantly in your mouth, his fingers wrapping tighter around your hair as he pulls your head forward. With an animalistic grunt and a string of curses, he cums in your mouth. You feel his hot seed pour down your throat, and you eagerly swallow every last drop.

"Oh, fuck," He groans, throwing his head back as he weakly thrusts a few more times, riding out his high. "That's my good little slut."

His cock leaves your mouth with a string of spit attached to it, and you lick it clean for him before he places it back into his pants which he promptly zips back up. He's still breathing heavily when he holds his hand out to you, pulling you up onto your feet when you take it.

Once you're standing up, he immediately crashes his lips onto yours in a hot, fervent kiss. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer, darting your tongue into his mouth. His hands trail down your body and to your ass, which he squeezes in his big palms.

When he pulls away, both of you breathe heavily, and he smiles lazily. "Have I told you that you give the best head?" He asks teasingly.

"You don't have to," You say with a smirk. "All the noises you make are proof. And the fact you last less than-"

"Alright, I'm an old man, leave me be," He cuts you off, lightly spanking your ass. Suddenly, he sobers, and he looks deeper into your eyes. "So, you have fun with Bucky?"

"Sure did," You reply lightly. "Not as much as I have with you, though."

"Yeah?" He asks, to which you nod. "Good. That's good to know."

While you put your dress back on, you look around the bathroom, spotting the towel with Jamie's initial embroidered onto it. Knowing what you just did with her dad, and her uncle, you smirk, feeling satisfied. But deep down, there's a tinge of doubt, highlighted when Steve shoots a smile your way and your heart flutters.

Is this still just for revenge, or are you starting to catch feelings?

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Bare Wit Me Part 2 18+ @harlowsbby

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I see you are taking requests. I love Eddie munson x reader angst. So maybe one where Eddie's band is doing well and he goes on a small tour and he attracts the unwanted attention of a stalker. She is so obsessed with him she moves to Hawkins and that is when she finds out that he has a fiance (the reader). The stalker than becomes obsessed with making the readers life a living hell. Death threats and all that bad stuff. Until the stalker hurts her one day. Make it as angsty as you want. If you can't do it, then please just ignore. Only if you are comfortable with it. Thanks 😊

Warnings: stalking, lots of violence, blood, knives, language, allusions to sex

WC: 3.7k

A/N: This is by far the creepiest thing I've ever written. Please let me know what you think. Your feedback really keeps me motivated.

"Oh, Eddie," Gareth says in a sing-song voice, peering out at their growing audience from behind the stage, "guess who's he-ere!"

"Oh, God," Eddie mutters as he tunes his guitar.

Puzzled, you look from him to Gareth for an answer, but when no one offers one, you ask, "Who's here?"

"Sorry to break it to you, Y/N," Jeff's voice is teasing, dripping sarcasm, "but Eddie's got himself a secret girlfriend."

"Eddie Munson!" you joke, feigning anger. "And here I am, trying to plan our wedding while you're collecting groupies on tour."

Your fiancé smiles at you wickedly. "Figured we could have a threesome or somethin.'" You give him a playful shove as he leans in to kiss your cheek. "Nah, babe. She's just a fan. Harmless."

"Just a fan?" Gareth sputters, throwing his head back with laughter. "Dude, she basically stalks you after each gig, trying to buy you drinks. One time, we found her waiting outside next to Eddie's van. I don't even know how she knew which one it was."

Worry rises inside of you. "Eds, be careful. Some of these girls can get a little unhinged."

Eddie's noticeably less concerned. "Don't worry. I'm gonna bring you out on stage tonight and introduce everyone to my beautiful almost-wife." He slings an arm around your waist. "Hopefully she'll get the hint."

~

Watching Eddie perform was an ethereal experience. Sure, you'd heard him rehearsing in the apartment you shared, but seeing him on stage was something else. He just exuded passion for music and connected with his audience. Maybe he connected with them a little too much, considering the situation with that girl, but she was far from your mind as you watched his fingers glide across his guitar. Eddie was born for this.

Corroded Coffin was in the middle of a six-week tour of different venues across Indiana. You weren't able to go to all of them without missing work, but when shows were close enough to home, you made the effort to be there.

They were wrapping up their set, with just the encore left, when Eddie spoke into the mic. "Thank you all for being here with us tonight. We hope we were able to rock your fuckin' worlds!" He's met with a chorus of cheers, widening the grin on his face. "I wanna introduce you all to someone incredibly special to me, who inspires all of the love songs I write." He waves you over and you bound across the stage into his open arms, beaming.

"This is my beautiful fiancée, Y/N. And see this?" He takes your hand and turns it so your diamond ring faces the audience. "Because of fans like you coming to see us, I was able to put this rock on her finger!" He plants a kiss on your lips with an exaggerated mwah! as the audience awws. It's hard to see individual faces, but everyone seems to be smiling. Everyone except for one woman.

She's in the front row, arms crossed over her body. She's in a tight red dress that lands just under her thighs. Her long blonde hair frames her scowling face and she's biting her lower lip as though she's trying to hold back tears.

That must be her, you think. That must be Eddie's "girlfriend." But you can't focus on her for too long, because Eddie grabs a chair for you to sit on while the band plays their encore. You're too enamored with Eddie and his performance to notice the pair of eyes that bore a hole in your head.

~

After the concert, you join the boys in their hotel room for pizza and snacks.

"You guys killed it!" you say as you take a cheesy slice. "The perfect combo of originals and covers. You had them in the palms of your hands!"

Jeff nods, his mouth full. "Thanks! Had a good crowd tonight, too."

"Hey, Y/N," Gareth teases, "didja see Eddie's girlfriend?" Eddie smacks the back of his head.

You laugh. "The blonde who looked like she wanted to murder me?"

"That's the one!"

Eddie puts his arm around you, sending tingles through your body. "Well, let's see if she shows up to our gig tomorrow. See if my good luck charm did the trick."

"Or, you know," you look up at him with puppy-dog eyes, "we could always try for that threesome."

~

You drive home the next morning after staying with Eddie. He normally shared the room with the rest of the band, but he'd rented an extra room so you two could...catch up. You didn't want to leave, but you also need to get to work. You spent the morning nestled into his arms while he kissed all over your face until the bedside clock warned that you had to go.

"Let me know if she shows up and you need me to kick her ass," you whisper into his lips as you say good-bye.

"Calm down, Muhammad Ali," Eddie kisses you against your car, cupping your cheek as he presses his plump lips to yours. "I'll be fine."

You reminisce about last night with your beautiful, wonderful fiancé until you arrive at work. You're so focused on the thought of him running his fingers over your body like his strums his guitar to notice the green sedan that's been following you since you left the hotel.

~

It's dark out by the time you leave work. You make your way to your car and unlock the driver's side door when you spot a piece of paper tucked under your windshield wipers. It's ripped carelessly from a spiral-bound notebook. You unfold it and gasp. Written on it in black ink are two words:

Die, Bitch

This has to be some kind of joke. Someone messing with you. Who would be unhinged enough to seriously threaten your life?

And then you remember. The girl at Eddie's show.

Your blood runs cold. The clock reads 9:07 PM, which means Corroded Coffin is on right now. You can't even call him.

"Fuck!" you yell to no one in particular. You look around and don't see anyone. Okay, you can do this. You just have to get home, lock yourself in your apartment, and wait until 10:30 when their set usually ends. Yeah, you'll just call the venue and ask to speak to Eddie, and he'll come right home. Perfect.

You turn on the car and take deep breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. You've only gone down the road before the low tire pressure light illuminates your dashboard. This always happens in the fall when the weather gets cooler, and you make a mental note to fill up your tires tomorrow.

A few blocks later, you hear a clunk coming from the front of your car.

"Oh, come on!" you groan, slamming your fists onto the steering wheel. You pull over and get out of your car to inspect your tires. Sure enough, the front right tire is completely flat. That never happens; you can at least make it back from work and to the gas station before they run out of air. But then you notice that the front left tire is dangerously low, too. And so are the the two back ones.

Did she...did she slash your tires?

You run the last mile home faster than you've ever run before, hair flying behind you. The night is chilly, but you're drenched in sweat from the sprint and the fear coursing through your blood. Blisters form on your feet but you push through the pain.

The lights coming from your apartment building have never looked so beautiful. It's a place where the plumbing backed up and the elevators were out of service more than they worked, but right now, it's the best thing you've ever seen. You dash up the stairwell, grateful that your place is only on the second floor. Your weary legs are nearly collapse under you as you turn your key in the lock.

"Hi, neighbor."

You spin around and see her, leaned up against the door of the apartment across from yours. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, and she's traded her dress for an inconspicuous sweater and pair of jeans, but it's definitely her. A sinister smile creeps across her face.

"Did you see the gift I left you?" she asks, walking toward you. "Or did it fall flat?" She cackles at her joke while you stay frozen, both fight and flight failing you.

"W-why are you doing this to me?" you finally manage. "What did I do to you?"

She narrows her brown eyes. "I show up to Eddie's shows. Every. Single. One." she spits venomously. "And you show up last night, act like you're fucking gracing us with your presence, showing off a ring that shouldn't even belong to you.

"Do you know what Eddie needs? Who he needs? He needs someone who supports him all the time, not just when it's convenient for her. He's gonna be famous one day, and when he realizes how many girls would do anything for him, he'll leave you in the dust where you belong," she sneers.

"Unfortunately, I don't have that kind of patience," she says calmly as she reaches into her pants pocket, pulling out a small pocketknife. "So here's what's gonna happen. You're going to end things with Eddie, or I'll slice your throat open and go back home like nothing ever happened." She gestures across the hall.

"You...live here?" you ask incredulously.

"Just moved in," she announces proudly, "but I've been keeping an eye on this building for vacancies since I first saw Corroded Coffin play. Y'know, Eddie shouldn't have his address listed in the WhitePages now that they're really taking off." She says this like she's helping, like she isn't threatening your life.

"Eddie's playing a gig right now," you say, though you're almost positive that she already knows this, "but he calls me every night after his show. I-I'll do it then."

She offers that evil smile again. "Perfect. Gives us time to rehearse what you'll say. And if you go off-script..." she presses the blade to your neck and cackles. "Now, open the door."

~

The phone rings at 10:40, and you snatch it from the receiver with breathtaking speed.

"H-Hello?" You feel the knife against your throat as she leans into hear what Eddie's saying to you.

"Hey, babe! Guess what?" You feel his excited energy through the phone and hope he can pick up on your terror. "She didn't show up. Looks like our plan worked!"

"T-that's great, Eds," you choke out, wincing as she overhears the conversation. She tilts your chin so that your eyes meet hers, and you watch her mouth, Say it. "But I'm breaking up with you."

"Haha, very funny," he says, and your heart sinks as you realize he's completely oblivious.

"No, I'm serious. You deserve better than me. And," you swallow thickly, "and I've been cheating on you."

There's silence on the other end of the line. You think he might've hung up until he exhales loudly and asks, "With who?"

"Doesn't matter," you repeat the lines she's fed you. "There's been more than one guy."

"Why are you telling me this now, Y/N?" His voice warbles, and your heart breaks knowing you're making him cry.

"I'm sorry," you respond, feeling tears well up in your own eyes, "but I don't love you anymore." And you hang up and burst into tears.

"There, there," she runs a cold hand through your hair, fingers catching on the knots that formed throughout the day. She tears through them, sending jolts of pain into your scalp. "You did the right thing, Y/N."

"Please, just leave me alone," you choke out. "I did what you asked."

She shakes her head. "You're not dumb, so I don't know why you're acting like you are." She grabs your elbow with her free hand and stands you up. "Go and pack your things. All your things. You're leaving tonight." You hesitate for a second and she raises the blade to your neck again. "I said GO!"

You shuffle into the room, still sobbing. You fling open a suitcase and start shoving clothes in haphazardly. She's next to you the whole time, watching your every move. After 30 minutes, you've packed as many belongings as you can into various pieces of luggage and piled them at the entryway.

"Now, one last thing," she says in an eerily soft voice. She takes your left hand, plucks off your engagement ring, and slides it on her own finger. She holds up her hand as the diamond catches the light. "Fits like a glove. Like it was meant to be."

You're about to throw up when there's a knock at the door. It can't be Eddie; his show was two hours from here.

"Who the fuck is that?" she hisses. She ticks the blade upwards and you feel the skin break slightly.

"I-I don't know," you answer truthfully. "I'll answer it and tell them to leave, okay?"

"Don't try anything, or that cut will be a lot deeper," she threatens.

You open the door slowly, just a crack, and see Jim Hopper standing in front of you.

"Y/N, Eddie just called me, said to get over here. Said something's wrong," he whispers. You see his eyes meet the trickle of blood creeping down your neck.

Help me, you mouth, and then quickly say, "I'm not interested in supporting the Hawkins PD." You close the door and pray that he got the message.

"Open this door!" he bellows. “Open the door, or I’ll break it down!”

The girl grabs your hair tight in her fist. “Did you call the police, you bitch?” Saliva gathers at the corners of her lips.

“N-no,” you cry, “Eddie must’ve called them after I hung up. I swear.”

She turns her attention back to the door to address the chief of police, never easing her grip on your locks. “You break down this door and you’ll find her in a pool of her own blood!” 

You vaguely hear Hopper calling for backup through the pounding in your ears. I’m going to die, you think. I’m going to die right here in my home, where Eddie and I were supposed to start a family. She’s going to take it all away from me.

“It really is a shame it had to come to this,” she mumbles. “I’d hoped Eddie would see me at his shows and make me his. I dressed so he’d notice me, and apparently, he did.” She pauses for a moment, contemplating. “I bet it was you who told him to watch out for me. Because you know I’m a threat. You know I could steal him from you, and that terrifies you, doesn’t it?” She’s proud of herself, feeding her own ego.

You’re unsure whether it’s better to agree or argue, and you ultimately decide to say nothing. There isn’t anything that can help you now.

Another heavy knock on the door startles you from your thoughts. “Hawkins PD! Release the hostage, or we’re calling in the crisis team.” It’s not Hopper, but a different male officer, though you’re sure he’s still there.

She’s laughing now, and you only see pure malice in her eyes. “Fuck off,” she says, too quietly for them to hear. It’s meant for you.

The cop calls out twice more, and you hear him say something to the chief, though you can’t make out what it is.

“If you let her go, we can just take you down to the station. We don’t have to get anyone else involved,” Hopper tells her. “We don’t have to make this bigger than it needs to be.” 

The girl bites down hard on her lower lip, drawing blood. “You see what you do? You couldn’t just leave Eddie alone, could you? This all could have been avoided if you weren’t so selfish.” Her hand still in your hair, she drags you over to the bedroom. Strands tear from your scalp. “There. Much quieter in here.”

She throws you on the floor, where you land with a smack. Your head hits the bed frame before you can get your hands out in front of you, and you yelp. A curtain of red falls over your left eye.

“Clumsy bitch,” she grumbles, pacing in front of the door. 

She has to get tired eventually, you think. Just gotta wait it out.

She’s babbling on about her future with Eddie, what their wedding will look like, how adorable their children will be. That and the lightheadedness from losing blood is enough to make you sick. You feel the bile rising in your throat, but it stops when you spot something shiny underneath the bed.

Eddie’s handcuffs.

He used to just wear them as an accessory, but they’d been put to...other uses since you two had gotten together. They must’ve gotten kicked under the bed after you’d last used them.

A plan formulates in your head, though it’s hard to straighten your racing thoughts.

Wait until she’s sleeping...cuff her...run like hell.

You repeat the steps silently memorizing them as you did the lines to break up with Eddie. 

Your clock shows that it’s just past midnight when you hear his voice. 

“Y/N! Where is she?” he shouts at the officers, though you can’t make out their responses.

“Let her go!” he screams, fists hammering the door. “Just let her go!”

You’re trembling, desperate to be out of this room, to be held in his arms, to be away from the crazy woman who’s hell-bent on destroying you.

“Aw, your knight in shining armor showed up,” she taunts you now. “Wonder what he’ll think of my new ring. Think he’ll like it?” When you say nothing, she takes a sneakered foot and kicks you in the stomach. You curl up, shielding yourself from another blow. “I said, do you think he’ll like it.”

“Y-yes,” you say between clenched teeth. “I think he’ll love it.” You crane your neck slightly so you’re looking right at her. “What are you gonna do to me once you get him?” you ask softly, afraid for her answer.

“I’m gonna kill you,” she replies simply, as though it’s an ordinary response. “I’m gonna kill you and make him watch. Show him what happens when he makes the wrong choice, so he doesn’t do it again.” She flicks her knife and you shudder, but you don’t miss the yawn that escapes her mouth.

Keep her talking, you think hazily, but don’t talk too much. Don’t give yourself away.

“What made you go for Eddie?” you ask. “Why him?”

“We’re soulmates. I just...feel it.” Her eyes dance as she talks about him, the way he shows off for her on stage, the songs he writes that she knows have to be about her. She goes on and on, and the only thought keeping your stomach from souring completely is that she’s wearing herself out.

Hours pass, and the sun is starting to rise before her eyelids flutter as she lays against the bedroom door. The pinkish streaks streams through the blinds and you know it’s only a matter of moments before the bright light wakes her fully. You listen to her soft snores as you slowly reach for the cuffs, allowing yourself a tiny smile, a small moment of joy, as you grasp the metal between your weak fingers.

You snap one around her left wrist. You have to work fast but gently, strategically, to get the other around the doorknob. It won’t hold her back for long, but hopefully just long enough that you can get to safety.

As the second cuff clicks closed, her eyes snap open. “W-wha--” she starts, and you yank the door open and fly through the living room.

"I’m here I’m here it’s me!” you cry out, flinging yourself into the first person you see. That person happens to be Chief Hopper, who brings his gun down to his side to envelop you in his arms. You feel him breathe a sigh of relief, tension leaving his body.

“We’ve got you,” he murmurs. Someone throws a blanket over your shoulders and guides you towards an EMT. A swarm of uniformed officers, maybe a SWAT team, rushes into the apartment to arrest your assailant.

“Oh my god,” you hear Eddie breathe, making his way through the crowd of people until he reaches you. “Baby, I am so sorry.”

“‘S not your fault,” you sob into his chest, crumbling to the ground and taking him with you. 

“Yes, it is,” he’s crying now, too, “I paraded you out on stage, showed you off, instead of just going to the cops in the first place.” He takes your hands in his, a puzzled look crossing his face when he can’t feel your ring.

“She took it,” you tell him numbly. “She’s wearing it right now.”

“I’ll get you a new one,” he promises, but you shake your head.

“Don’t care about that,” you heave, trying to catch your breath but finding it impossible. And then the world goes black.

~

You wake up in a hospital bed, machines whirring and beeping around you. You stir and almost immediately feel a hand on your arm.

“Y/N? You awake?” Eddie’s voice floats past you, music to your ears. You smile as a headache pulses through your temples. You touch your forehead gingerly to find a bandage covering the wound you acquired last night.

“I’m awake, Eds,” you croak.

“Oh, thank god,” he leans in to kiss you, laying a hand on your stomach, but he pulls back as soon as he notices your grimace.

“She...she kicked me there,” you explain, and his face falls.

“Fuck,” he whispers. His voice shakes and his hands tremble.

“Where is she?” Dread flows through you as you realize she could’ve escaped, could still be out there, waiting for you.

“Locked up, no bail,” his doe eyes meet yours. “She won’t hurt you anymore. I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore,” he promises.

Your tears are those of joy, and he holds you close, letting you cry. You’re staining his shirt but neither of you care.

“It’s over, sweetheart,” he promises. “You’re safe.”

Safe. 

A word, a feeling, a state of being you’ll never take for granted again.

--

[munsonslove]

Your smut is top tier, truly.

Would you consider writing something along the lines of a secret admirer situation - Sub reader develops a crush on Eddie after she's been buying weed from him for a while and begins secretly leaving suggestive notes in Eddie's locker detailing some of her fantasies about him until one day he finally manages to connect the dots during their latest drug deal in the woods. Maybe the reader, although had planned to eventually confess her identity, didn't expect him to figure it out at that moment and is initially pretty embarrassed until it all leads to some very sloppy/kinky sex in the middle of the woods. Degradation, spanking, little bit of daddy kink and whatever else you think might make it more saucy, please. Go nuts :)

Mystery Girl

(18+ only)

a/n: sorry i haven't posted in a bit, my life is in shambles. the good news is i think i'm over being sad and have moved on to apathy, so enjoy the filth!

summary:  A stupid mistake leads Eddie to figuring out you were the one leaving dirty love notes in his locker for months.

wordcount: 5.9k

tags/warnings: fem!sub!reader, dom!Eddie, smut, praise kink, degradation, daddy kink, fingering (f receiving), p in v penetration, dacryphilia, spanking, choking, hair pulling, light bondage (hands tied behind back), light drug use, discussions of safe words, no use of y/n

It had been too many months to count since you started leaving the love letters. While you didn’t personally attend Hawkins High anymore, you still find yourself there fairly often thanks to licenseless friends that haven’t yet graduated. They’re all in school clubs, which sometimes leads to them running late when you’ve promised to pick them up. It would be rather annoying if it didn’t grant you the opportunity to sneak into the school and leave your notes to Eddie in his locker. Eddie was your dealer- introduced through a cousin of a friend- and after many late nights of smoking together he eventually became something akin to a friend in his own right. Maybe if you didn’t have such a pathetic crush on him you’d be able to more confidently accept his companionship, but for the meantime you only see him when you’re buying drugs (or doing drugs with him).

“Got another one,” he says, sprawled out in the back of his van while sparking up a joint he rolled for the both of you. “This one was pretty raunchy.”

He passes you the joint once it’s lit, too much of a gentleman to abide by the bad luck rule of the roller being the first to take a hit. “Oh really?” you ask, holding the end up to your mouth and feigning interest. “Raunchy how?”

He told you about it, but you of course already knew how. From the very first letter you left for him, Eddie’s been bragging to you all about his secret admirer. In the beginning, it was all very innocent. You would write about how you’d seen him around, how you found him funny and cute, stuff of that nature. But after a smoke sesh accidentally resulted in over indulging, he confided in you exactly what he’d like to do to this ‘Mystery Girl’ if he ever learned her identity. He would describe sexual acts you’d never heard of before, and was very blasé about it all despite the sensitive nature. The way he explained his fantasies about you (even though he didn’t know it was you he was talking about) brought warmth to your cheeks- and between your legs. It encouraged you to go further with your letters. You started detailing how you’d imagine him late at night, how you thought about his lips on you when you had your fingers circling your clit, how you’d wish your soft fingers were his calloused ones. Eddie seemed eager to share this development with someone, and to your rotten luck that someone was you.

He continued showing you what you wrote, unaware that he was just reading you back your own dirty secrets. Before you knew it, everything had snowballed out of control. The letters were filled with your wildest perversions and the subject of them was none the wiser. The possibility of him finding out and being so uncomfortable that he no longer wished to be kind-of-friends scared the living shit out of you, but no matter how many times you swore you were done with this bad habit you found yourself crawling back to that notebook with so many pages torn out. You really did try to stop it, but the next day Eddie would excitedly pull out a folded up piece of paper and the lovestruck look on his face as he talked about someone who actually wanted him was too much reward to not go through with the risk.

“Well,” he started as he watched the orange glow from your inhale fade away as you blew out the smoke, “she started it off by saying she wants to feel my rings on her neck while I choked her from behind.”

He laughed as he said this, so you laughed along with him. The memory of putting pen to paper and writing this came to you, but you hardly felt embarrassed anymore. You had written much, much worse. The anonymity allowed you to freely express yourself, and he seemed happy enough to hear it. Still, you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty to be keeping a secret like this, especially when you weren’t even sure he would feel the same if he ever learned the truth.

“That’s a little much,” you reply, passing the joint to him. He takes it happily, but shakes his head no.

“It’s sexy as hell, is what it is.” There’s a far off, dreamy look in his eyes as he takes his own short puff. “I’m telling you, whoever this is is my dream girl. If only I could catch her in the act, I’d drag her from my locker straight to this spot without even saying anything and eat her out in the school parking lot.” As he says this, he pays down on the blanket under you both.

“You’re not any closer in this mission?” you ask, squeezing your thighs together and storing that mental image away for later. He’s been obsessed with trying to figure out who was leaving these gifts in his locker, but thankfully he’s never been too hot on your tail.

“I just can’t find a pattern,” he grumbles. “It’s too random! All I got is the notes never show up during classes, so she has to either be coming way early in the morning or leaving them after school.” It was the latter, but you weren’t going to say that. “I’m going to find out who she is though, mark my words.”

“Well, good luck with that,” you laugh, crossing your fingers in the pocket of your hoodie.

A few days pass, and the weight on your shoulders doesn’t lighten. You’ve come to the conclusion that you have to fess up. It was the right thing to do, and Eddie wasn’t the type to judge unless being judged first. So hopefully in the unfortunate circumstance that he doesn’t return your feelings your acquaintanceship would still remain intact. 

The woods behind the school were dim. The sun was just setting and dusk was falling over Hawkins. You were overdue for a re-up, and after a phone call to the Munson residence you were instructed to wait where the two of you usually do deals. You already weren’t overly fond of Eddie’s unsettling choice of a meeting spot, and now that the sun was starting to set earlier in the day that chill in your spine was especially present. The one thing distracting you from your paranoia was the fact that he’d surely bring up the note you’d left for him yesterday, and you were dreading having to play pretend again. You were going to come clean- you promised yourself- but today was not the day. Deep in your thoughts about how and when you were eventually going to do it, you nearly jump out of your skin when a twig snaps behind you.

“Just me,” Eddie calls out from the opening in the trees, “don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you respond with a shaky laugh as he saunters toward you with total ease, completely unaffected by the eerie creepiness of the darkening forest.

“I cannot tell a lie,” he says back once he’s within arms reach of you. He looks you up and down with an unfamiliar expression, but your growing anxiety forces you to hold back the questions that you’re tempted to ask him.

“Here,” you say, holding up a ten and a five. He takes it from you wordlessly and tucks it into his back pocket before slipping his hand into his leather jacket and fishing out a small ziplock baggie. You catch it midair when he tosses it to you, and the prickling sensation of his eyes never leaving your face has you itching to lessen the tension.

“Why do we have to meet here?” you ask, hoping that making light conversation will break Eddie from whatever weird mood he’s in. “You know I hate it.”

He finally takes his eyes off of you so that he can roll them, his teeth glinting in the small amount of light when he smiles wide. “I’ve told you time and time again, no one comes out here. We’re safe, we’re alone.”

His emphasis on the word ‘alone’ strikes you as rather strange, but you elect to ignore it.

“Besides,” he continues with a nonchalant shrug, “it’s not like you ever showed me where you live.”

“Oh,” you murmur, taken aback. You could have sworn you’ve seen him driving past your house before, and you could have sworn he waved back when you did. Maybe he didn’t realize it was you? Maybe he only waved to be polite? “Well, uh… I can tell you now, I guess? Unless you want me to, like, write it down somewhere. Do you have a pen or something?”

Eddie reaches back into his jacket pocket and pulls out a black sharpie before shrugging off the leather and denim vest combo to lay it on the picnic table. “Ink me up,” he says, handing the marker to you and presenting his forearm.

Uncapping the marker, you take his arm in your hands. Your fingers brush his bat tattoos as you angle his arm toward you, and you have to fight to keep your face neutral as you write out your address. Your skin tingles yet again with the feeling of Eddie’s gaze on you as you drag the felt tip over his skin, and you don’t even realize you were holding your breath until you recap the marker and give it back to him. He takes it without breaking eye contact and tossing it next to his discarded jacket. Finally, he looks away to read his arm, and his face breaks out into a toothy grin. He barks out a short laugh, throwing his head back with glee as you watch him with a curious expression.

“What is it?” you ask. You can’t find any reason he would find where you live to be funny, so his uncalled for reaction was very puzzling.

He lowers his head to look at you once more, his smile never faltering. “Your handwriting,” is all he offers as an explanation, and with a start you realize your mistake.

Your eyes go wide as you drop the plastic baggie and it lands at your feet. Your stomach flips, your hands shake, you don’t know what to do. “Uh, i-it’s not… I don’t- um,” you stutter out, desperately searching for some kind of excuse or alibi. From the way you’re scrambling, the truth is crystal clear.

“You left me a note yesterday,” he says, cutting you off and placing his hands on your shoulder to help calm your panicking. “You wrote something that reminded me of the other day, when we were smoking in the back of my van. Do you remember?” You simply shake your head in response, your tongue feels too heavy in your mouth to form words. “I said that thing about wanting to find out who ‘Mystery Girl’ is and eat her out in the parking lot.”

The memory floods back to you, his voice reverberating in your mind. ‘If only I could catch her in the act, I’d drag her from my locker straight to this spot without even saying anything and eat her out in the school parking lot.’ Now that he’s mentioned it, you can’t believe what a foolish blunder you’ve made. His description weaseled its way into your subconscious, and without thinking through your actions you had accidentally echoed his fantasy back to him in your most recent letter. That, combined with the proof of your handwriting, was too much evidence to talk your way out of this situation. The only thing left to do was hope that he felt the same.

“You’re not upset?” you ask, something foreign swirling in your stomach and rising to your chest.

“… Upset?” he scoffs, like the mere suggestion was absurd. “I hoped it was you from the very first note.”

That leaves you speechless. All those long nights of tossing and turning over whether or not he’d ever look at you the way you looked at him suddenly feel silly. You’re so taken aback that you forget to respond, and you stand there unmoving with his hands on you. Time moves slowly as you watch him bridge the gap between the both of you.

His lips meet yours hungrily. You can tell from the determination behind the kiss that he’s done holding back, which works out greatly in your favor considering that you are too. Fingernails scratch your scalp as he tangles his fingers into your hair and tugs, eliciting a high pitched gasp from you. With your mouth now opened, he wastes no time and licks his way in. He tastes sweet, like he had a cola before coming here, but also like he had a smoke or two. It doesn’t bother you, in fact it only turns you on more. Your hands grasp at his shirt, and the fabric is softer than you figured it would be. It’s slightly worn out and obviously well loved, and the thought of you wearing it around his trailer after spending the night in his bed has you almost purring. Without warning, Eddie snakes his arm around your waist and manhandles you to be sitting on the edge of the table. He’s standing over you, staring you down with a wild look in his eyes.

“You’ve been a very bad girl,” he growls as he strokes your cheekbone with his thumb. His other hand rests on the front of your throat, applying light pressure. His grip tightens when you swallow, and his thumb on your cheek moves down to swipe across your lips, threatening to enter. “Acting like a naughty fucking slut. Driving me crazy with your filthy little love letters. I think it’s about time we act out a few of them, don’t you?”

“H- here?” you ask. Warmth trickles throughout your body at the insinuation, and though you know you should be opposed, the suggestion of him taking you right here in the woods sounds like heaven.

His eyes soften briefly, and his hold on your throat loosens. “I promise we’re alone, don’t worry. But we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” you quickly proclaim as you wrap both of your hands around the wrist by your neck and keep him there firmly, making sure he doesn’t let go. “I want this, Eddie. I want you.”

He smiles sweetly and tightens his grip on your neck once more. “I want you too, sweetheart,” he whispers before wetting his lips and speaking up, “Okay. If I do something you don’t like, say ‘red light’. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” you confirm, nodding your head as best as you can with his hand in the way.

“I won’t stop unless you say ‘red light’, that’s very important. Not even if you say ‘no’, or ‘stop’, or if you start crying. You get what I’m telling you?” His expression is deadly serious, but his tone is slightly patronizing. For some reason, the manner in which he’s talking like he knows more than you is extremely arousing, and you want nothing more than to give in to him and let him take control. 

He won’t continue until he knows you’re well versed with the arrangement, so you force down any nervousness in your voice as you respond. “Yes, Eddie. I understand what you’re telling me,” you say, eagerness thinly veiled. You sound desperate, even to yourself, but you can’t find it in you to care.

He lets go of you, causing your hands to slip off of his arm, and he pushes you harshly so that your back meets the wood. Your feet leave the ground as he raises your legs and scoots you back on the table until you’re fully laying on it lengthwise. Both of your wrists are pinned above your head before you even realize what’s happening, and he’s climbing on top of you and crashing his lips to yours yet again. You’re completely trapped, unable to move or even squirm with his full weight weighing you down, but you love it. Your head feels dizzy, as if you had already smoked the contents of the baggie that lays forgotten on the forest floor. Teeth sink into your bottom lip- not hard enough to draw blood, but surely enough to leave an indent. The subtle sting has you moaning into him, and he smiles against you.

“You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me this year,” he says as he props himself up on his elbows. His hair and necklace dangle down, swaying in the wind close to your face. “All the times I’ve fucked my fist to what you wrote me. We have a lot to make up for, but I think you need to be taught a little lesson first.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together. “I do?” you ask, wondering what he had in mind. There was a world of possibilities, many of which you’d outlined in your letters.

“I’d say so,” he says as he hooks his hand behind your neck and pulls you up. “So you’re going to do exactly as I say, okay sweetheart?” 

You nod dumbly, already in a headspace that’ll have you agreeing to anything he requested.

He smirks, face full of smug authority. “Good girl.”

Those words of praise fill you with pride. He takes your hips and stands you up before maneuvering you around him and jumping onto the table himself. “Come here,” he says, motioning to his legs, “lay across my lap.”

Immediately, his intention is clear. You had written to him about wanting to feel the sharp sting of him spanking you on the soft flesh of your ass as you were bent over his knee. You quickly crawl over him and rest your stomach on top of his thighs, and the light touch of his fingertips ghosts over your lower back. The sensation makes you noticeably shiver, and you swear you feel him shake with silent amusement. Your knees hit the table- they would surely not survive this exchange without getting scraped up, but the uncomfortable rubbing of wood against your skin feels uncharacteristically pleasant.

“Rings on or off?” he asks. It’ll hurt more with the metal adorning his fingers, but you want it to hurt.

 “On.”

His palm flattens against your backside, rubbing at it up and down in deceivingly comforting motions, before briefly breaking contact and smacking down hard right in the center of your left butt cheek. A loud moan involuntarily comes from deep within you. The blow wasn’t too painful considering the thick fabric of your sweatpants were able to cushion it, but you craved skin on skin impact.

“Eddie, oh my god,” you whine out, arching your back. Eddie’s other hand moves back to the front of your neck and holds it just loose enough that you can still breathe.

“Now, now. That’s not what you called me in your letters,” he says, punctuating the end of his sentence with another slap to your rear, this time on the opposite cheek.

You know exactly what he’s hinting at. “Daddy,” you correct yourself, “Daddy, please!”

“Atta girl,” he whispers, soothing the area he just struck with a rub. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your sweats and tugs them down to your thighs, and after you lift your hips he pulls off your sneakers then removes your pants the rest of the way. With them gone, the cold air of the evening has goosebumps littering the skin of your legs. “Skimpy panties,” he says, louder this time. “You wear these for me?”

“All my underwear is like this,” you tell him with a shy shrug. They were cotton, dark gray- almost black- and offered barely more coverage than a thong would.

“Oh?” he hums. “So you really are a whore, huh?”

He snaps the elastic without warning and you yelp in surprise. Then, he strikes down again, and his palm slapping your bare skin makes you instinctively attempt to muffle your moans in your elbow. His hold on your throat disappears when he harshly grabs your hand and pins it behind your back, then takes the other and does the same. You feel shuffling, and suddenly there’s fabric being looped around your wrists. When you look behind you, the bandana from his back pocket is tying your hands together.

“I don’t think so,” he says as he finishes tightening the knot, “I wanna hear all the pretty little noises you make for me. We can be as loud as we want, baby. No one’s gonna hear us. You trust me, right?”

“Yes daddy,” you answer. “I trust you.”

“Good girl.”

His hand returned to your throat and squeezed. The sounds of cursing and moaning fill the air as he brutally spanks you over and over and over. The rings you told him to keep on feel like electricity zaps every time they meet your ass, and each time he raises his arm your muscles tense up with anticipation. One tear streaks down your cheek, then two, and they tickle as they fall but you’re unable to wipe them away due to your restraints. They pass your jaw and wet Eddie’s hand, and it’s only then that he stops his attacks.

“Are you crying?” he asks, though there’s no remorse in his tone. “You remember what I told you to say if it got to be too much?” You nod your head, but don’t verbally answer. “Tell me now, as a test. This is the only time it won’t count.”

“Y- you told me to say ‘red light’,” you say with a shaky voice. There was pain present, for sure, but the pleasure was overwhelming.

“Good girl,” he replies while massaging the soreness away from your ass. “And don’t be afraid of disappointing me. I want you to use that if you’re even a little bit unsure. Promise me.”

He’s not asking, he’s demanding. “Yes daddy,” you say, “I promise.”

The crotch of your panties are pushed to the side as he dips the tip of his finger into your folds, then runs it up and down along your slit. A deep guttural groan escapes you and your forehead hits the table with a light thud. He must have let go of your throat at some point when you were distracted by his thumb brushing against your clit, and his newly free hand makes a fist in your hair. He tugs at it- mostly gentle, but the bite is still there. His thumb continues to circle your clit as one of his fingers prods at your seeping hole, pushing up against the outside without entering.

“Please, daddy, I need it,” you beg, trying to force him inside by backing into it as much as you can. “Please fuck me with your fingers, need it so bad.”

“Listen to you. You sound like such a dirty fucking slut,” he laughs, still teasing your entrance. “But that’s what you are right? Say it.”

“I’m a slut,” you say. “I’m a dirty fucking slut, okay?”

He hums his approval as his grip on your hair tightens, pulling it even more. “And whose slut are you?”

“Yours!” you exclaim. “I’m your slut, daddy. I belong to you.”

“That’s right.”

His finger plunges into you, deep and fast, and his thumb keeps its relentless pace as what feels like his middle finger pumps in and out. He reaches a spot in you that you’ve never explored before, and with his finger crooked he hits it so perfectly with every thrust. Something in your belly starts to tighten, and it’s getting dangerously close to snapping.

“I’m gonna cum, daddy!” you cry out, tears still falling down your cheeks. Eddie suddenly releases your hair and pulls his finger out of you, laughing at your whines of protest.

“Calm down,” he says as you start kicking your legs out, “I’m gonna let you cum, I just think you’ll like cumming on daddy’s cock even more.”

He slides his hand under your sweater, takes a hold of the back strap of your bra, and uses it as leverage to hoist you up onto your knees. Then, he wraps his arms around your waist and moves you onto his lap. Hardness pokes your center and the thin cotton of your panties do little to protect you from the harsh denim of his jeans rubbing against you. Now sitting astride on top of him, you can finally kiss him again. He happily obliges, and you feel his smile against your pouted lips when your arms start to struggle. You wanted to run your hands through his hair so bad that you completely forgot about the bandana binding your wrists together. Eddie deepens the kiss, his tongue parting your lips as he holds you so tight you’re half-worried your sides will be bruised. When he pulls away, a string of saliva follows and hits your chin when it breaks. Loose threads of your sweater tickle your nose as it gets lifted over your head and falls behind your back, still connected by your arms. The cups of your bra are pushed up to reveal your breasts, and Eddie’s mouth is on them in an instant. Small whimpers go ignored as he nips at the sensitive skin there and licks over your erect nipples.

After showing love to your bare chest for a couple minutes, he raises you off of him. He’s careful to cradle your head as he gently lays you down on the picnic table again, this time horizontally so that your feet rest on the connected seat. Your weight is crushing your hands that are still tied behind you, so you have no choice but to arch your back. Once you’re situated, he stands back and practically trips over his own feet as he rips his shirt from his body and kicks his shoes off. When they’re out of the way, he pulls off his jeans. Your neck strains to look at him, and the hilarity of him standing there, nude except for socks and boxers, with a very obvious boner in the openness of the woods behind the high school almost made you burst out laughing. The laugh dies in your throat when his thumbs dip into the waistband of his underwear and push them down. His cock springs up to his naval, slightly curving and leaking from the tip. The sight of what you’ve been dreaming of for all these months had your mouth watering and your cunt clenching around nothing.

Eddie shakes the boxers from his ankles and stares at you lustfully as he takes the sides of your panties. You raise your hips to help, and he must be growing restless as well because he yanks them down your thighs and off your legs in a matter of milliseconds. When your feet meet the wood of the seat again, he’s already lifting one of his legs onto it, so your heel touches his. He places both his hands on your knees and spreads them apart as wide as they’ll go. The air feels cold on your soaked center, and there’s definitely some of your arousal that’s dripping onto the table beneath you. It occurs to you that he’ll remember fucking you here everytime he does a deal with someone else, and that thought fills you with pride.

He closes the space between you two and his shaft presses along your slit- evoking a choked groan from the both of you- and his hands begin kneading at your naked breasts. Your clit is still sensitive from the edging you endured just minutes earlier, and the pressure sends shocks throughout your body. You desperately start gyrating your hips, hoping to alleviate at least some of the want inside of you. Eddie gets the message and starts grinding as well, and from his advantage point he’s able to do so with much more force. The head of his dick rubs your clit up and down with each thrust, and it becomes too much to bear.

“Please fuck me already,” you beg. “Need it, need it so bad.”

“Such a fucking whore, begging for my dick,” he says through clenched teeth, still rocking against you roughly. “You want me that bad, sweetheart? You’re that needy?”

You close your eyes and nod yes frantically, so hard that the back of your head bangs the table. The grinding stops, and you cry out in exasperation. When you look back up, Eddie is leaning over and combing through the pockets of his jacket that laid beside you. A noise of triumph tells you that he’s found what he was searching for, and he pulls out a little foil packet that was buried in the leather. He bites down on the jagged edge and tears it open with his teeth before turning his head and spitting out the trash. Once the condom is free and the rest of the packaging is also littered on the ground, he backs away slightly to roll it down his shaft. The rubber tip is placed on his head and you watch on mesmerized as he wraps his fist around his cock and strokes down until the latex is fully in place. Then, finally, he closes the distance again and teases your hole for only a moment before slowly sliding into you. Moans escape from you both. Having him inside after all this time had you cursing yourself for playing games for so long.

“You okay?” he asks, breathy and low. You can tell he wants to let go, but he’s holding back to ensure you’re ready.

“Yes,” you respond in a similar voice. “Please fuck me, daddy. Waited so long.”

“I know, baby, I know,” he says as he leans down and kisses you softly on the lips, then again on your cheek and lastly on your neck. “Me too.”

He starts moving then, still slow, determined to open you up and get you properly prepared for the oncoming onslaught. Your legs wrap around his waist and you use this hold to force him deeper, but he’s stronger than you. His pelvis kept its steady pace, and now you were crying out of impatience.

“Look so fucking pretty crying for me,” he grunts, one word for each achingly slow thrust. “So fucking desperate to be fucked like a whore. Be used like a slut. Is that what you want? For me to use you for what I need?”

“Yes!” you scream, “Yes, please. Please daddy, fuck me harder. Use me like a slut.”

“Okay, pretty girl, you asked for it,” he warns.

His rhythm picks up, and now he’s slamming into you with abandon. The sounds uncontrollably coming out of you are lewd and disgusting, but you don’t feel any shame anymore. All you care about is the feeling of him so deep inside, hitting that perfect spot over and over like he was made for you. It’s never been this perfect the first time, and you never want to have a first time ever again. The vigorous pounding drives you toward your climax at top speed, and you cling to your resolve as much as you can. You don’t want it to be over so soon, but it’s just so, so good. You can’t imagine a world where sex is always this good, but you have a suspicion that Eddie’s going to show you that world many times over.

Your legs tighten around his waist and your nails dig into your palms as his hips snap against your pelvis hard and rough repeatedly. When one of his hands leaves your chest to rub circles on your clit, you know you won’t be able to fight off your orgasm any longer. It washes over you like a tsunami, and the experience is full-body. Eddie falls onto you and mouths at your jaw lazily. He keeping fucking you through it, but the twitching of his cock inside you and the faltering of his tempo lets you know that he’s cumming too.

“F- fuck, Eddie!” you yell with your head thrown back. “Oh god, so good. Daddy!”

“You’re so good, baby. Such a sweet little pussy. So fucking tight, feels so right.” He’s slurring his compliments, head somewhere else as he rambles aimlessly into your heated skin.

The next thirty seconds consists of you switching between crying out ‘Eddie’ and ‘daddy’ as he rocks in and out, his pace slowing with each passing second. Eventually, the overstimulation is too much for the both of you and he stops, still fully sheathed inside. He relaxes on top of you and rests there, catching his breath while you try to do the same. Everything is fuzzy, like you’re trapped in a haze, and you don’t know how best to describe it other than the world feels blurry. You’re brought back to reality when he starts kissing your neck again, mouth open, warm and wet and perfect. His teeth scrape against your throat as his lips make their way to the other side of your neck, and once he’s satisfied with the trail of spit left behind he lifts his head and weakly pulls out of you.

He stumbles back and briefly takes the time to find his bearings before helping you to sit up. Once you’re upright, he wraps his arms around you as if he were going for a hug, and kisses you as he unties the bandana around your wrists. Newly free from your restraints, you wind your hands around his shoulders and hold him close so that you can deepen the kiss. He returns the favor just as passionately. You stay like that for an excessive amount of time until a particularly strong wind reminds you both that you were still outside in the woods, and it was starting to get pretty dark. Reluctantly, he breaks the embrace with a gentle caress to your cheek then collects your pants and underwear from their place on the ground, handing them back to you.

After you both finish getting dressed, you feel Eddie’s hand on your shoulder as he brushes past you to walk a couple paces to the left. He picks up the bag of weed you dropped earlier then reaches into his back pocket and pulls something else out.

“Here,” he says, handing you the baggie as well as the fifteen dollars you had paid him.

“You’re giving me the money back?” you say, confusion and fear creeping into your gut. “I hope you’re not used to getting sex as payment for drugs, cause that’s not what’s happening here.”

“Of course not,” he scoffs as he steps closer and stuffs the weed and dollar bills in the pockets of your sweats, “But being my girl comes with free merchandise privileges. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I had you paying?”

“Is that what I am?” you respond, a smile betraying your faux casual attitude. “Your girlfriend?”

“How many times have I told you that the girl leaving those letters was the girl of my dreams?” he laughs, throwing his arm around your shoulder as he begins to guide you toward the opening in the trees. “You’re mine now. That is- if you want to be?”

The worry behind that question is clear, and you squash it down instantly. “I want to be,” you answer.

“Good,” he says, pulling you into him and kissing your hairline, “Cause there’s no way in hell I’m letting you get away that easily.”

[evansbby]

➳❥ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: daddy!Ari Levinson x bunny hybrid!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, noncon to dubcon, dd/lg, daddy!kink, innocence kink, loss of virginity, bunny!hybrid!reader, soft!dark Ari, Curtis Everett cameo, slight pet play, use of collars, mention of leashes, oral (male & female receiving), choking, size difference, age difference - reader is in 20s, Ari is early 40s, breeding kink, spanking, mocking, degradation, spitting, dacryphilia, Ari babies reader a lot, casual misogyny, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Ari purchased you weeks ago, but are you finally ready for some big girl fun?

𝐀/𝐍: This is purely self-indulgent. Pretty mature so please do read warnings and avoid if it isn't your cup of tea! Enjoy! (images are from Pinterest and GIF was made by me).

“Do you carry her around like that everywhere?” Curtis asks, the corner of his mouth quirking into a smirk when he sees you quivering in Ari’s arms. So small-looking, so delicate, your fluffy tail twitching and soft limbs wrapped around your owner’s body like you’re a koala.

“I could put her down but she’d need a leash.” Ari responds, grinning wolfishly before taking a seat on his leather armchair, plopping you down on his knee where you happily curl up into his chest. “She gets lost easily because she loves to explore, don’t you baby?”

He pats your bum and you nod, feeling especially little and shy. Ari had told you that his friend Curtis was coming over – the first visitor since your daddy had bought you. Well, apart from the doctor who’d done your check-up, but that didn’t count. Curtis looks almost as intimidating as Ari had when you’d first met him – all big and bulky with a wolfish grin on his face, and you can’t help but nuzzle into the crook of Ari’s neck, your ears flopping forward to hide your face.

“She’s a shy little girl, isn’t she?” Curtis comments, reaching down to adjust himself through his pants. He can’t help but lick his lips, hoping the envy isn’t too obvious in his eyes. “Must’ve cost you a fortune.”

Ari hums, “She did, but she’s worth it. Completely untouched, aren’t you, baby?” He strokes the fur of your ear, making you shudder. It’s so soft, you’re so soft. And dainty and innocent and babyish – Ari can’t believe how much he lucked out when the breeder called him and told him about you. You’re the cutest little bunny girl he’s ever seen, and he’s seen a lot, seeing as he gets first pick whenever the breeding company gets new girls.

“Honey, you’re being rude to our guest. Why don’t you say hello?”

You swallow, heart pitter-pattering in your chest but you can’t help but be shy. It had taken you days to warm up to Ari, and Curtis looks super intimidating with his hair all buzzed off and a hungry glint in his eye. But you clear your throat, peaking at him from behind your lashes and willing yourself to be brave and remember what your daddy had taught you about manners.

“Hello, Mr. Curtis.” You say softly, before heat rises to your cheeks and you hide your face in Ari’s neck once more, hands shaking when you hear both older men roar with laughter.

“When I first met her, it took me a good hour to coax her into saying even a single word.” Ari says, cuddling you close. He remembers how small and scared you’d looked, hiding behind your floppy ears as you’d sat quivering in the middle of his bed. “She’s especially shy around men – you know, being a virgin and all.”

You hadn’t even had your first kiss when he’d bought you, and Ari took great pleasure in being your first. He remembered telling you that big girls kiss on the lips, and he’d never forget the entranced look on your face. That heady mix of innocence, fear and curiosity as you’d looked up at him. How your breath had hitched when he’d cupped your jaw, how lax your lips had been against his because you had no idea what to do. And then how you’d hungrily responded, tail twitching as you grew more excited, clambering into his lap to kiss him more.

Now you loved kissies, and Ari loves giving them to you.

Back in the present, Curtis grunts as he eyes you up and down. You look so sweet in your little pink dress that Ari had specifically picked out for you, matching the pink collar around your neck which sports your daddy’s name on a dangling silver charm. Ari knows Curtis is jealous – all he’s got is a wife who bitches and thinks she’s an independent woman. And Ari’s got you – perfectly dependant, docile, submissive little you.

“Baby, why don’t you tell Mr Curtis all the new words daddy taught you.” Ari gently removes your floppy ears from your face, making you sit upright on his lap so that you have nowhere to hide. He’s steadily been training you since the day he bought you, moulding you into his perfect little angel. And you’re such a good student – despite having more air in your head than you do thoughts, your enthusiasm to learn is what gets him the most.

“Uh, okay.” You say slowly, trying to remember the words daddy had taught you. “The first one is – uh – cunt. Right, daddy?” You look up at Ari for reassurance and he nods, giving you a tiny boost of confidence as you continue. “M-Mr. Curtis, daddy taught me baby cunt, and it means this.” And you point between your legs, confused when both men burst out laughing again.

“You’re very clever, sweetheart.” Curtis praises you after he’s done chuckling, and you glow at the compliment. You love it when anyone compliments you – but it’s the best when Ari does it. You remember how strict he’d been when he’d first bought you, laying down all the rules you had to follow, how he was your daddy now, and how you had to obey him because you were now his property.

All bunnies had to have an owner – you knew that. You’d grown up knowing that one day you were going to be bought, but you’d never dreamed your owner would be as handsome as Ari. He was super strict a lot of the time, but he’d explained to you that bunny girls needed owners with a firm hand, or else you’d never be a good girl.

“My daddy also taught me about lollipops,” you continue, Curtis’ praise making you more confident. Tentatively, you point at Ari’s crotch. “Daddy’s lollipop is down there. There’s a grownup word for it but daddy says I’m a baby bunny so I can’t say it.”

There’s something so innocent about your whole explanation and it makes Ari rock hard. He doesn’t care that Curtis is right there, he grabs your hips and grinds his crotch up against you, loving how you yelp confusedly. You’re still a virgin and it’s been so hard having to hold back. That first night with you was the hardest, when you were all weepy and scared but you’d let him cuddle you. He could’ve had you right then and there, could’ve ripped your little dress, pinned you down and had his way with you.

But Ari knows the fruits of his labour will be sweeter than ever if he waits for the right moment.

Curtis whistles lowly, “Wow, sweetheart. Your daddy sure has taught you a lot, hasn’t he?”

You nod before cuddling up into your daddy once more, loving his warmth and how big and strong he is. And he smells so good too, like soap, seawater and cigarettes – it’s like nothing you’ve ever smelled before and so undeniably him.

Ari smirks, fingering the silver charm on your collar, the one which has his name on it. He wishes he could ingrain his name into your very soul, just so your baby brain never forgets who you belong to. He’s considering tattooing his initials on you – maybe right above your little pussy? His friend Lloyd branded his pet kitten the night he got her, but Ari wants to wait with you. The collar would do, for now.

Soon enough, Curtis leaves, grumbling about having to go home to his “bitch of a wife” who “complains a lot.” Ari had told you that Mr Curtis was very sad because of his marriage, and he’d made you sit on the buzzcut-haired man’s lap for a little while, letting him “feel you” (whatever that meant). “You’re making me feel so much better, sweetheart.” Curtis had grunted, squeezing your body close and making you feel all funny before Ari had picked you back up again.

“Mr Curtis not staying for dinner, daddy?” You ask, watching him get into his car and drive away. Ari picks you up, placing you on his hip as your legs naturally wind around his waist. His fingers brush against the fluff of your tail, making you twitch excitedly. Your tail is very sensitive and your daddy knows that.

“No, baby. He has to get home to his wife.”

“Oh.” You mull over this for a bit before looking up at him, “Am I your wife?”

Ari chuckles, “Not yet, honey. Maybe once you have my babies.”

That makes your tail twitch with even more excitement. When the doctor had come over to do a check-up on you a few weeks ago, he’d declared that you were “very fertile.” Ari explained that this meant you were able to have babies, and you wanted nothing more than to have a litter of cute little babies of your very own that you could take care of.

“Want babies so bad, daddy.” You whine softly, humping against him because you just can’t seem to help it sometimes. “Want your babies more than anything.”

“I know you do, bunny baby.” Ari sighs, inhaling your sweet scent before carrying you over to the table. Sitting down, he places you neatly on his lap and picks up his fork to feed both himself and you. You’re still in your daydreams, head lolling to the side and this faraway look in your starry eyes. It makes him smirk – you’re probably still thinking about all the babies you want to have, despite not knowing the first thing about motherhood.

“Eat.” Ari orders you, and you don’t need to be told twice, opening your mouth and allowing him to spoon-feed you. Ari says you’re too little and babyish to eat by yourself, but you like daydreaming while being fed, so you don’t have many complaints. You also remember the early days, when Ari had first bought you. You remember being bad and not listening to him (you were so scared) and as punishment, Ari had made you eat on the floor under the table.

Being on his lap was much nicer.

“Such a good little bunny,” Ari coos, swiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb so you don’t get messy (you’re a messy eater) before planting a kiss to your cheek. “You’re being so good for me, honey. And you were so good with Curtis too, telling him all about the new words I taught you.”

You nod, “Tried really hard to remember, daddy.” Sometimes, it was hard to concentrate when Ari was teaching you. Like when he taught you about your baby cunt, he’d made you sit with your legs spread and touched you down there till you were slippery and there was a wet stain underneath you. You clear your throat, “Are you gonna teach me some more new words?”

Ari continues to kiss you all over your face, making you giggle.

“Baby, I’m gonna do more than just teach you new words tonight.” Ari says, grinding you down against his clothed boner and loving how small you your body feels against his hardness. “I think you’re ready for big girl playtime, what do you think?”

Your jaw drops open and your tail begins to twitch in pure, unadulterated excitement. You knew that big girl playtime meant sex which meant babies, and the idea of that just sent you into overdrive, hopping up and down excitedly in Ari’s lap. “Yes, daddy, yes! I’m ready!”

Ari cups your cheek, making you calm down and look at him. “You have to promise to do whatever daddy tells you to, alright? Little baby bunnies like you need guidance. I know you can’t really think for yourself but you need to be able to follow orders properly if you want to have big girl playtime with daddy, okay?”

You nuzzle against his hand, pressing lust-charged kisses on his palm and practically enveloping his fingers between your lips – you’re that excited. Ari’s told you about what happens during big girl playtime; in fact, he’s even shown you videos which have made you feel very tingly down there. All you know is that it’s bound to feel good and you want nothing more than your daddy to make you feel good.

Ari carries you into your little girl bedroom. When you’d first arrived at his house, he’d kept you in a cage till you learned how to behave. And he remembers how cute and scared you’d looked, sucking on your thumb and looking at him with those big, puppy-dog eyes, frightened beyond belief yet silently begging to be let out. And how your little bunny ears had perked upwards in excitement when he finally did let you out.

He still remembers how you’d silently ooh-ed and aah-ed when he’d shown you your little girl bedroom. He’d always wanted a baby bunny like you, and in anticipation of your arrival, he’d decorated one of the bedrooms in his house. It was all cute, all pink and white with a princess bed and princess curtains, fluffy toys and a matching fuzzy rug. He loved how your lips had turned into the shape of an ‘o’, excitedly running around your new bedroom (you did love to explore after all).

You’d gone straight for the pile of stuffed animals, picking out a rabbit plushie and holding it out to him. And Ari still remembers that innocent look of wonder on your face, the tiny smile you’d given him. “Bunny, like me!” You’d said cutely and he remembers being so fucking hard in that moment, he just wanted to grab you and fuck the shit out of you right in front of all your new little stuffies in your new princess bedroom.

“You can play in here during the day, but you have to sleep in daddy’s room at night.” He’d told you. And you liked daddy’s room too, with the massive king-sized bed and the dark sheets. It felt like a grown-up room and that was exciting to you. Plus, Ari always let you bring Pinkie (your bunny stuffie) along to sleep with. And it was nice sleeping with daddy, he’d cuddle up to you real close and make you feel all warm.

 (Unbeknownst to you, Ari held back all those nights, only ever kissing you or humping against you and letting you hump against him.)

But he wasn’t going to hold back any longer – because you were ready.

“Daddy, aren’t we gonna have big girl playtime in your room?” You ask, eyes wide as saucers. And there’s a part of Ari that just wants to rip that innocence out of you right this second, without wasting any more time. The way you’re staring up at him imploringly, your collar sitting pretty on your little neck and your fluffy tail brushing against his arm like a cotton ball.

“Sweetie, I’m gonna need you to stop questioning daddy, alright?” Ari says, making sure to keep an edge in his tone that has you inhaling sharply and nodding your head. He smirks inwardly, loving how well he’s got you trained, how innocent you are and how much your little heart would break if you ever thought you’d disobeyed him.

He sets you down on your pink satin sheets, and you quickly go to grab Pinkie, who was relaxing on top of your comforter.

“Can Pinkie play with us too, daddy?”

Ari smiles, thinking about all the times he’d look into your room through the video feed (of course, he had cameras in your room). He knows all about how much you love playing with Pinkie, especially when you’re all needy and Ari himself is busy with work. The look of pure want on your face as you tentatively ride Pinkie’s soft pink fur – your baby brain not even registering the camera in your room – is enough to drive him over the edge on multiple occasions.

“Of course, she can play with us.” He replies kindly, scratching the fur behind your ear. And he loves how your eyes roll to the back of your head, how you visibly purr, grabby hands reaching out for him. He knows bunny hybrids are extra needy, bred to be submissive and please their owners once they’ve been tamed. “Now, honey, I want you to unbuckle daddy’s belt.”

Given a direct order, you can’t help but immediately obey. Your dainty hands reach out to fiddle with his belt, tongue poking out of your mouth in concentration while Ari watches you patiently – knowing exactly what the outcome of this will be.

“C-Can’t do it, daddy.” You look up at him after a solid minute-and-a-half of trying, lower lip jutting out into a pout and eyes already welling with tears at the mere possibility that you’ve disappointed him. “Too hard, can’t figure out how…”

“Aww, baby, you can’t figure out how to unbuckle a belt?” He strokes your cheek condescendingly, finger catching a fresh tear that meanders its way down, “I knew your brain was empty, honey, but I didn’t think you were this much of a baby.”

“Not!” You cry, grabbing his belt and attempting to try again, but you just can’t seem to figure out how it works – all that clunky metal, holes and loops! Your daddy only makes you wear pretty dresses that are easy to slip on – and even then, he helps you with the buttons and zips because he says you’re a little bunny baby who can’t possibly do anything by yourself.

But you’re determined to prove him wrong, clumsy hands tugging at his belt and willing it to come off. And Ari just watches your futile efforts, fingers itching to get his phone out and record you. He’d send it to Curtis, make him all jealous because he doesn’t have an air-headed, dumb bunny of his own.

“That’s enough.” Ari raises a hand and you freeze, looking up at him with fearful eyes. “Wow, bunny, I didn’t realise you were this stupid.” He quickly undoes his belt in less than a second, loving how your fluffy ears droop in shame. “See? Not that hard, but I guess it is for little bunnies like you.”

“Sorry, daddy, I was trying so hard but I just couldn’t.” Bowing your head in shame, your vision blurs from the tears prickling in your eyes. And Ari loves just how much you strive to please him – he’s trained you so that you’re addicted to pleasing him, that the slight chance of disappointing your owner has you in tears.

“Well, you’re a baby after all, so I don’t know what I expected, really.” Ari mocks, stroking your head softly and smirking when you greedily lean into his touch. “Although, maybe this means you aren’t ready for big girl sex after all.”

Your head whips up, eyes wide as you clutch his arm tightly, “No, ‘m ready! Swear I am!”

He pretends to think, before grabbing your stuffed rabbit from your lap, “What do you think, Pinkie? Is my little bunny baby ready for sex?”

“I AM, I AM!”

He gives your bare thigh a harsh slap and you yelp in pain.

“I wasn’t asking you.”

You apologise profusely, heart sinking because you’ve disappointed your daddy. It reminds you of the last time you disappointed him – it was when he’d newly purchased you. The first night, actually, and you’d been so scared that you’d hid under the bed. Ari had dragged you out by the calf, telling you how upset you’d made him, how babies like you weren’t supposed to hide from their owners. You still think about that night sometimes, and the crack of his belt as it made contact with your ass…

“I’m sorry, I’ll do better next time,” you whisper, and Ari can’t take how cute you look. Lloyd would say that Ari’s not strict enough with you, but how can he be? When you’re so adorable and so needy for him? You’re his little girl after all, his precious baby whom he paid a fortune to own.

“I think you need to show me that you’re ready.” Ari decides, grabbing your tiny hand and pressing it on his hard crotch, making you gasp and your ears flutter in anticipation and excitement. “I trust that, at the very least, you know how to undo the zipper? Or does daddy have to help you with that too?”

You shake your head quickly, unzipping his jeans and your fingers brush against his hardness. It makes your breath hitch in your throat, because how is daddy so hard down there?

“Take my cock out, princess.”

“C-Cock?” You repeat dumbly.

“My lollipop, baby.” His voice is gruff and lowers a few octaves, sending shivers up your spine. But you lick your lips anyways. You’ve seen daddy’s lollipop – his cock – once before. It was when you were playing with your stuffies and daddy was sitting in the corner and watching. He’d kept grunting and groaning and when you asked what was wrong, he’d told you to just continue playing.

Excitement making your tail twitch like crazy, you reach in and wrap your fingers around what feels like a hard rod wrapped in velvet. Oh, he’s so thick! Like a soda can, the tips of your fingers nowhere close to meeting around him. You can feel everything, how hot he is, his veins and the way he seems to be throbbing in your hand.

“So heavy, daddy.” You breathe, entranced by how angry and red his dick looks. That was meant to go inside your baby cunt? How would it ever fit?

Ari flips up the skirt of your dress, exposing your little white panties with the pink hearts on them. He couldn’t wait to take you lingerie shopping one day (he’d carry you around the entire time since you’re a baby and you’d probably get lost in the mall). He hasn’t taken you out of the house yet, but he hopes he’ll be able to sometime in the future – Lloyd wants to schedule a playdate with you and his kitten.

Taking just his pointer finger, he swipes down on your panty-covered folds, loving how sticky you feel and the way you clutch his arm.

“Aw, honey, you’re soaking, aren’t you?”

With a growl, he rips your flimsy panties in half, gripping you by the thighs and pulling you onto his lap. He makes you straddle him, with one leg on either side of him while you gaze at him in curiosity. Your little pussy is now nestled against his cock, and in just one quick movement, he could pierce it inside of you and you’d no longer be a virgin.

“I want you to feel daddy’s cock,” Ari tells you quietly, gliding himself against your slick folds. And you quiver, because you’ve never been this wet before, your slick running down your thighs and dripping down onto your princess sheets. He grabs his dick, running it up and down your slit, making you want to clamp your thighs shut to create more friction. “And I’m going to teach you another new word, so you better listen, too.”

How could you do two things at once? Ari knows you’re dumb and not the best multi-tasker, but he reckons it’ll be fun to watch you fail. Maybe you’d shed some more of those delicious tears, your hands are already shaking after all. His cock stands erect between the two of you, with his huge hand at the base of it, guiding it up and down your folds. And he loves watching your eyes – there’s not a single thought behind them – mesmerised as you follow his movement. Up and down, up and down, up and down.

“Daddy, feels like I gotta pee.” It’s your way of telling him you’re about to cum. He knows you’ve made yourself cum countless times – either humping on your stuffies or even on his leg (you think he doesn’t notice you doing it).

“Already, baby? But we haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Sorry, I gotta!” You start humping against his hard cock, scrambling to create more friction as if you’re a little bunny in heat. From observing you for the past two weeks, Ari already knows that you’re selfish when it comes to orgasming, chasing your own release and forgetting about everything else. But, like all bunny babies, you’ll have to learn.

SMACK.

The blow to your ass is a hard one. He’s spanked you playfully before and this is definitely not a playful spank. This is a punishment spank, and it pulls you out of your lust-filled reverie enough to look up at him pleadingly, lips forming a pout and hips slowing down and his dick, covered in your slick, resting on your tummy.

“Hold it.” Ari says simply, “Good bunny babies have to learn self-control.”

“S-Self-control?” You repeat, not liking the sound of that at all.

“Yes, honey. I’m not one of your little stuffed animals that you can rub your baby cunt against whenever you feel like it. Until I give you permission to cum, you need to sit still while you feel daddy’s lollipop and listen while I teach you your new word of the evening.”

That doesn’t sound fair at all to you, but you want to please your daddy so you try to be a big girl and ignore the incessant throbbing you down there. Your daddy grabs his dick again, pumping it a few times before pressing it against you in a way that makes your breath hitch.

“Now this, baby bunny, this is your princess button.” Ari explains, rubbing his tip against your swollen and engorged clit till you’re panting and practically leaking down his thigh.

“It’s throbbin’, daddy.” You murmur softly, wanting to scream when he circles his tip around your clit, but you clamp your lips shut and convulse instead. This self-control stuff was hard, alright.

“Of course your little princess button’s throbbing. Slutty baby bunnies like you are always horny for daddy’s dick.”

Ari spits, his saliva landing on your pelvis (exactly where he wants to tattoo his initials on you) before trickling down to pool around your clit, mixing with your juices and making you even wetter while he leisurely strokes his dick against your folds. His tip keeps catching against your princess button, making you pant and moan his name softly, wanting to cum so badly.

“Tell me you’re a slutty baby bunny.”

“’m a slutty baby bunny, daddy – ah!” You gasp when his tip glides down and pokes against your tiny hole, pressing into it for one teasing second that makes your heart lurch, before gliding his cock back up your folds again. And it’s crazy, your little hole wants to swallow him up completely, but at the same time his tip could barely breach inside it – how would it ever fit?

Slowly, almost lovingly, Ari lays you down on your princess bed. “Arms up, bunny.” He murmurs before slipping your dress off you.

You always need help with changing because your daddy told you that getting dressed and undressed can become confusing for little bunnies like you. “Wouldn’t wanna get your little ears tangled in your dress, would you?” He’d tease, and you’d shake your head, scared of the possibility of that happening – especially on an occasion where your daddy wasn’t there to help you out of it.

Now, you’re naked and quivering underneath him – his perfect little sexy bunny. Ari can’t believe he’s about to pop your cherry. Half a million dollars for your perfectly tight little pussy – and feeling your soft little body against him, he knows you’re worth ever penny.

He slips his own shirt off, smirking when your eyes widen. You can’t help but reach up to touch his hairy abs. Your daddy is so big and strong and muscular, with hard abs and a generous smattering of hair covering his chest and trailing down his stomach. Once, he’d made you sit on his abs and grind back and forth (practice for big girl sex, he’d told you) and you’d made such a huge wet mess all over him, his body hair providing delicious friction against your cunt.

“Like what you see, dumb bunny?” Ari climbs over you, raining your face in kisses that make you both squirm and giggle.

His hungry gaze zeros in on your breasts, heaving with each laboured breath you take. He leans down, grabbing them in his big hands and squeezing so hard you yelp. God, you’re so fucking soft, so tender and sensitive to his rough touch. His mouth encloses around your nipple, teeth grazing the stiff peaks till you’re mewling, your hands settling in his hair.

“Daddy! Feels funny when you do that!”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah! Makes me tingle all over.”

And Ari knows he can be selfish tonight – turn you over and fuck that tiny virgin bunny-hole with no care for your well-being. Because he’s paid for you, paid for this night and all the nights that’ll follow this one. But you’re so fucking sweet, pouting up at him and still absentmindedly humping up against him like a bunny in heat. So fucking cute.

Which is how he ends up flat on his back on the bed, manoeuvring your clumsy little body on top of him till you’re sitting on his face, facing his crotch. He pushes your back till your face is level with his hard dick in a relaxed 69. And good God, your pussy smells so sweet, your slick folds getting his face and beard all wet, and–

“Your beard’s itchy, daddy! Ow!” You whine and receive a firm slap to your ass in response.

“Daddy’s doing you a favour, you dumb slutty bunny.” Ari says, voice slightly muffled as he holds your hips in place. “And I want you to shut the fuck up and suck on daddy’s lollipop while I eat your baby cunt, you got that?”

“O-Okay, dada– OH FUCK!”

Ari realises he’s never heard you swear before – he wonders where you picked that up from – and makes a mental note to tell you later how you’re not allowed to use grown-up words like that. But for now? He’s enjoying your moans and cries while he gives your princess button a hearty suck.

“Dumb little baby, so stupid and needy that daddy has to eat you out.” His beard is rough as it chafes your tender folds, the friction making you cry louder and grind up against him. His tongue pokes out, rigid as he tongue-fucks your little fuckholes – how are you so tiny that his tongue barely fits in your hole? He licks a stripe up your slit, lips once more enveloping your clit, making out with your poor button that’s slowly growing more and more sensitive.

“Daddy – ah! – don’t stop!”

Ari grabs your furry tail, giving it a yank that has you howling in pain, inadvertently grinding your hips down on his face. His tongue pokes at your clit, circling it and licking it – torturing it – while you moan: “Daddy – m-m-my princess button, ugh, too much!”

“First, it’s ‘don’t stop’ and then it’s ‘too much.’” Ari gives your ass three slaps in quick succession, “You’re such a fucking airhead little baby bunny, you don’t even know what you want, do you?”

“Nooo, daddy, just wanna feel good!” You cry, earning another few spanks.

He reaches down to grab your head, pushing it down into his dick, rubbing your face into his veiny girth. Smearing all his precum over your face and your pretty lips till he feels them open up, mouthing at his length, tongue slobbering cluelessly because of course you’ve never sucked a dick before.

“Suck daddy’s lollipop, honey.” He orders you, not having the patience to walk you through it because your soft lips against his dick feels like heaven right now and all he wants to do is shove himself inside you. Any hole.

“Don’t know how, daddy – ah!” Another spank, and you get to work, suckling on his angry red tip as though it’s a popsicle, your moans vibrating around his length as he continues to eat you out.

He brings his hand that was guiding your head back up, spreading your pussy lips open wider for himself before diving in like you’re a fucking three course meal. He opens his mouth wide, sucking your entire cunt into his mouth, suctioning your sweet cream as you convulse around him, limbs flailing because you’ve never felt anything like this ever before.

And that’s when you start humping his face in earnest.

“Oooh, daddy! Feels so, feels so–”

You’re cut off when he grabs his dick, slapping you across the face with it for no particular reason except he can. And you whine, you cry, you moan, but eventually his hand guides your face to his balls, and you take one into your mouth, sucking on it and making him groan straight into your pussy.

“That’s right baby, ride your daddy’s fucking face,” Ari murmurs lowly, grabbing your fluffy tail once more and loving how your whole body twitches at the sensitivity. He smacks your ass, making you hump his face even harder, loving how his strong nose feels against your clit. “Fuck, bunny. Rub your little baby cunt on daddy’s face, use your daddy like the horny little bitch in heat you are, fuck!”

His balls pop out of your mouth and you can see the strings of your drool through your blurry vision. You’re so overwhelmed by pleasure – it doesn’t feel even a fraction this good when you’re playing with your stuffies. In your lust-filled haze, you glance at Pinkie – she’s never made you feel as good in your princess parts as your daddy is.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy!” You cry, clutching his muscular thighs, your nails leaving scarlet trails on his skin but your daddy is so big and strong that you’re sure he won’t mind or even notice.

He’s torturing your clit, sucking on it and grazing his teeth against it, smacking your ass over and over again. His fingers itch to gather your wetness and fill up your tiny baby ass, but he refrains. That can wait. Instead, he pushes his digits upwards into your little pussy, loving how you gasp at the alien feeling of having something go up you – specially something as thick as your daddy’s two fingers.

He works them inside you, in and out till he’s scissored you open and flexing his knuckles, curving upwards and making you pant in pleasure and a bit of pain. God, daddy’s fingers are so big – his lollipop’s even bigger. How, how, how will it fit? But you don’t have time to dwell on that, not when his fingers increase their pace, not when he grabs your hips with his other hand and starts moving you faster on his face, not when his teeth clamp down on your clit, biting your puffy button till you scream his name –

“Arghh, daddy, oh my!” You squirt all over his face violently, sweet cream spurting out of your fuckholes and onto his face, catching onto your daddy’s waiting tongue and he laps it all up as if he hasn’t eaten in days. And your legs feel like jelly, flailing then tensing then finally going numb, toes curling as you continue to hump his face, riding out your orgasm – the most intense one you’ve ever had.

You think playtime’s over after that, and you reach over to grab Pinkie so your daddy can take your nap. Except this thought is cruelly ripped from your mind when Ari picks you up like a rag doll, throwing you flat on your back and climbing on top of you. Roughly, he kisses you, and is that your own slick you taste on his lips?

“Tired, daddy.” You say softly against his lips before remembering your manners. “Thank you for the big girl playtime, it was so much fun!”

Ari doesn’t know whether to laugh or marvel at your stupidity, at your sheer innocence at thinking the two of you were done for the night. He scoffs, slapping you not-so-lightly on the cheek to wake you up because your eyes keep fluttering shut.

“Oh honey, you didn’t think we were finished, did you?” He kisses you sloppily again, nudging his hard dick against your folds and making your eyes pop open in alarm. He knows you’re sensitive down there, but he couldn’t give less of a fuck. “Did you think we were gonna make babies just from you riding my face? Are you seriously that stupid, bunny baby?”

Your heart stings, you’re feeling sensitive after your orgasm but you know you have to listen to your daddy because he’s your owner and he’s in charge of everything and you’re his little bunny baby girl. So you pout, half curious and half scared, “Not stupid! J-Just thought that was enough for the night.”

Ari smirks – his shy baby girl gets a bit sassy in her post-orgasmic daze, doesn’t she? Well, he doesn’t give a fuck, grabbing his dick and lining it up against your sticky folds.

“Well, baby. This is it. Time to be a big girl.”

In one fluid motion, he sheathes his cock inside you. Or rather, stuffs it inside you because your little pussy tries to resist. But Ari’s determined, forcing his way inside while you yelp and cry and clutch at his shoulders. And your fucking tears – God, he’s addicted to your tears, tongue lapping them up from your cheeks while you push futilely on his chest.

“Hurts, daddy!” You mewl softly, feeling like you’re breaking in half from the inside out. Feels like a gigantic metal rod is piercing its way through you, filling you up completely. “M-Make it hurt less, daddy! Can’t take it, too full, too full!”

“My little baby,” Ari coos, holding you close as if he hasn’t just forced his huge cock inside your virgin cunt. You look so small, so scared, so cute – your ears flopping like crazy from all the foreign sensations, and he can’t help but baby you. “You’re my brave little girl, look how well you took daddy’s dick. Look, baby.”

Grabbing your chin roughly, he tugs your face downward, loving how your eyes widen at the sight of where the two of you meet. His fat, meaty dick driving into your pussy – he’s only halfway in but he’s so huge that you don’t know how the rest of it will fit. Your mouth drops open and you swallow hard.

“W-Wow.” You can’t help but marvel despite the pain you’re in, and Ari grins wolfishly, reaching up to pull your cheek in a condescending manner. You gulp, “Am I a big girl now, daddy?”

“Maybe. Depends on how well you take my dick.” And with that, Ari snaps his hips forward, pushing all the way inside of you and you scream all over again, tight walls convulsing and tightening around him, snug like a fucking glove and Ari’s sure this is what heaven feels like.

“Too big, daddy! My baby cunt’s too little!” You cry, wondering why you thought big girl sex was a good idea. But despite all the pain, there’s this hunger inside of you, fired by the feeling of being stuffed so full, wanting him to move.

“It is too little,” Ari agrees, “That doesn’t mean I can’t do whatever I want with it.”

And he pulls out, chest rumbling at his dick covered in a mix of your cream and virgin blood. You’re looking at the same thing he is, mouth gaping open as you begin to shake. “B-Blood, daddy!”

“Yes, honey. You’re stupid so you don’t know this, but blood means you’re daddy’s big girl now.” Ari says, loving how wide and shiny your eyes get before he pistons his hips and shoves back into you. “Now lie still, dumb bunny, and let daddy have his fun.”

Ari hitches your leg over his shoulder, grunting because this angle allows him to go deeper. And then he just goes to town, fucking into you like you’re just a doll. Like you’re just a little bunny girl who’s bred to be used and abused – like you are. And the way you’re soft and breathy voice goes “ah, ah, ah!” as he fucks you hard, your little princess bed all rickety and banging against the wall.

“Fuck! Look at the way your baby cunt’s just swallowing my daddy dick,” Ari groans, loving how your nails scrape against his chest. He trails sloppy kisses up your calf, pushing your leg up higher so he has better access to your sopping, ruined pussy. “Mm, can you feel me, bunny? Feel me up in your guts?”

“Soooo deep, daddy!” You moan, feeling dull sparks of pleasure in your belly, but the pain is still so overwhelming because he’s so big. And you’re still crying, but Ari can see that you’re trying to be brave. What a cutie. He can’t help but grab your little stuffie, throwing Pinkie at you and watching your dumbed out eyes widen in recognition.

“Cuddle your little toy, baby. Maybe it’ll make it hurt less.” Ari mocks, laughing cruelly before growing distracted by how fucking tight and vice-like your velvety walls feel, hugging his cock for all it’s worth.

You hug Pinkie to your chest, biting down on her furry ear while your own ears twitch uncontrollably Everything feels so raw, so hard, so overwhelming – and you feel your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head. That is, until you feel Ari’s warm hand pressing down on your tummy.

“Look, bunny. Daddy’s lollipop inside you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, because you’ve never seen anything like this before. The outline of his dick as it protrudes beneath the skin of your lower tummy. God, your daddy’s so huge, the way he’s ripped you apart and how he’s literally in your womb right now – you can’t believe it.

“Ah, oh… oh my! Daddy, how did you– Is this normal?”

Ari ignores your babyish concerns, the shape of his dick in your stomach egging him on and making him fuck you even harder. He throws your other leg over his shoulder and now he’s well and truly gone into jackhammer mode, hammering you into the bed with each unforgiving thrust, his hips a complete blur as he fucks you inside-out and you clutch little Pinkie against your chest.

“My dumb bunny baby, gonna make you a mommy,” Ari says through gritted teeth, reaching out to stuff his fingers into your mouth, loving how you wail around his digits and choke on your spit as it begins to pool inside your mouth. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Stupid bunny wants to have daddy’s babies, don’t you?”

At the mention of babies, you nod your head ferociously, eyes watering because his fingers are halfway down your throat, and he’s clutching the side of your face roughly, and you make choked and gargled sounds around him. “Bafies!” You babble, and it sounds like gibberish but you want daddy’s babies so bad, and you begin to hump upwards, meeting his thrusts.

“Fuck, you’d look so hot, walking around this house all knocked up. And guess what princess? I won’t just knock you up once. No baby, you’re gonna give me a whole fuckin’ family, aren’t you? My baby, so little and cute, wanting babies of her own. Fuck!”

He removes his fingers from your mouth and you gasp, like a fish out of water and that’s when he kisses you, rendering you breathless once more. But you still kiss him back – that’s how devoted you are, Pinkie falling from your hands as your arms wind up around his neck, needing the intimacy more than you need to breathe.

But Ari rips away from you all too quickly, pulling his dick out and leaving you feeling so gapingly empty, flipping you over and dragging your hips up. You cry out when his palm collides with your ass, the cracking sound resonating across the room along with your mewls.

“This is how slutty little bunnies are meant to be fucked,” Ari whispers, pushing your face into the pillow and shoving his dick back into you, his hands holding your hips in a crushing grip. “On your hands and knees like the little breeding bitch you are.”

Your little feelings would’ve been hurt by his words if you weren’t so distracted with his cock tearing you open once more. And now you feel pleasure in earnest – there’s something so hot about the callous and rough way he’s handling you. Like you’re nothing more than his doll, his pet. Someone he can hold down and take his pleasure from.

“God, I love your little baby ass.” Ari comments, slapping and squeezing your bum till it hurts and you howl in pain, fisting the sheets as your moans of “daddy, daddy, daddy” become more and more incoherent. “One day, daddy’s gonna fill up your ass too, princess. Maybe later tonight, if I’m in the mood.”

You’re too dumbed out to recognise the implication of his words, humping backwards into him and meeting each of his thrusts, imagining being pregnant and thinking about how much he’d dote on you.

“There’s absolutely nothing going on in your head right now, is there, bunny?” Ari tugs on your tail cruelly, making you gasp in pain.

“Babies, daddy! Wan’ your babies!”

“Oh yeah? Gotta take daddy’s cream first, don’t you?”

 Your pleasure is building up, like every time he fucks into you, he hits a special spot inside of you that makes you go feral. Makes you claw at the bedsheets because you can’t claw at him, makes you bite down on your lip till you bleed, wanting kissies so badly but he’s pushing your head into the pillow. Sparks building up inside of you, like this tidal wave gaining traction, getting bigger and bigger, and, and, and–

“OH, DADDY! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!”

You yell out in complete abandon, walls constricting deliciously around him, pulsing like crazy as you release what feels like a gallon of your slick. Squirting around him, feeling like it’ll never stop pouring out of you like a fountain as you clutch the pillow, wishing you could clutch your daddy’s hand instead. It’s taken everything out of you, this orgasm, rendered you completely helpless and limbs jelly-like, till you’re lying there twitching and whimpering, chanting “daddy,” over and over again.

“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Cum for daddy,” Ari talks you through it, his thrusts speeding up but growing sloppier as he rides you through your orgasm, gripping your bunny ears and tugging at them meanly to jerk your head upwards, “Squeeze my fucking dick, dumb bunny.”

As if on cue, your walls flutter around him, and Ari’s dick twitches before he’s spurting his hot load inside of you. Coating your walls in his searing cum, and there’s so much of it. You feel so full, like he’s pumped you to the very brim he’s still thrusting into you, as if fucking his cum back inside you before it leaks out.

“Take daddy’s load like a good little bunny,” Ari coaxes you, smoothening down your ears and pressing a kiss on your head before slumping down on top of you, his muscular arms wrapping around you and his dick still lodged inside you, plugging his seed within your baby cunt.

You lie there in silence, breathing hard for a few minutes before Ari starts kissing you. Just raining kisses everywhere on your body, telling you what a good little bunny you are, how you took your daddy so good. And you feel so weak, so spent, so sensitive, but you smile through it all because you made daddy proud.

“You’re my best baby, you know that?” Ari coos, hugging you close to his chest and his dick is still inside you. He goes from cruel to loving in a heartbeat, but you’re too dumb to ever question him. “God, honey. Daddy loves you so much.”

Your heart glows, “And I love you too, daddy. More than anything in the world.” And you mean it, looking up at him cutely, face covered in a sheen of sweat, eyes red and lashes wet with tears. You’re a mess, but a beautiful one. Ari covers your face in even more kisses, till you’re giggling and cuddling against him sleepily, with only one more question on your mind.

“Am I gonna get pregnant now, daddy?”

Ari smirks, his dick hardening inside you again. “You probably are, baby bunny. But just to make sure, why don’t we try again?”

You’re tired, but you’d do anything to please your daddy, and anything to feel that intense pleasure again.

“Okay, daddy! Whatever you say.”

THE END! What do you guys think? I know it was an abrupt ending but as usual, I got carried away and it was getting too long so I had to end it! But PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do let me know what you think! I will love you forever!! Anyways, hope you enjoyed!