#whoever animated this...can we hold hands...

[bumblecow]

Blue Cop W | Metal Cardbots W | S3E8 | My edits | More MCB gifs

"What are you looking at?"

[luveline]

oh i hope even when she gets her legs she still gets steve to ‘hold’ her places. she’ll pretend they’re not working for sure

beyond the sea au | fem, 1.4k

You are not emotionally inept. You realise that asking Steve to carry you to the couch after cutting your hand is overkill, worse, that his friends and his Hopper will assume you’re a baby, but you’re also tired and shaky and seeing all the blood reminded you too much of bleeding out in his pool, all alone, not knowing that Steve was coming to save you. How could you know that? 

Remembering the fear and the isolating loneliness that came with it is hard. And Steve’s your courting partner who apparently has fallen inside of ‘love’ with you, or something similar. He should oblige you. 

It isn’t fake when you press your face into his shoulder, even. Everyone is looking at you and you haven’t seen Nancy since your humiliating meltdown last week. You’re overwhelmed, but you do it because you can. 

“Steve,” you mumble, wetting your dry lips, nearly licking his shirt sleeve, “feel hurt.”

“Why don’t you go sit down?” Eddie suggests. He’s shaking too as he raises his arm, but it’s the one that got hurt before. You haven’t made sense of the story yet. A land animal hurt him enough to make the muscles and ligaments in his shoulder messed up. 

You want to ask if he needs to sit down, but Steve’s already wrapping his arm behind you. “You’re still shivering,” he says, not quite as soft as he’d talk to you when you’re alone, but so soft that Hopper makes a squeamish face regardless. “Are you scared? You don’t need to be, no one’s gonna let anything happen to you.”

It’s more that Steve was scared. You wouldn’t have given the noise much thought if he hadn’t raced to defend you both. 

“Hold me?” you ask. “Hold me, not walk.”

“You want me to carry you?” he asks, slightly incredulous.

“Legs hurt,” you say, imbuing each word with as much sorriness as it can take. A slight manipulation of a man never hurt anyone, especially when he’d carry you with far less protest on better days. 

Steve rolls his eyes. “Fine. Ready?”

You nod. (Nod! Because humans are stupid and nodding means yes.) Steve adjusts his grip behind you and uses the other arm to scoop you up under your knees like he would’ve with the tail. “Where are we going?” he asks, apparently ignoring the presence of his friends and Hopper now as he walks you into the hall. 

“Couch,” you say. You suppose some time watching the evil TV will help calm your nerves. 

Steve carries you to the living room and lays you out on the couch. From the sounds of it, his friends (and Hopper, who is Hopper?) stay in the kitchen, so when you lift your chin a little Steve actually gives pause. 

“What?” he asks quietly.

“Kiss?” you whisper.

He smiles. Actually grins, soft and then brilliant, ducking down to meet you for a kiss that’s too dry for your liking, but is overall one of the best he’s given you, mostly because it’s real. 

Steve kisses just under your eye and your forehead, propped up by a hand on the cushion behind you. “Gonna be okay?” he asks. 

“Be okay.”

“Yeah? I’m sorry, about this. Sorry you got so scared, and sorry we couldn’t…”

“Steve not be sorry,” you say. “You are…” What do you want to say here? Nothing you have the vocabulary for. You let your voice wilt. “Not sorry, please.”

He clears his throat and stands as footsteps finally do follow you both into the living room. “Let’s say I believe you about the tail thing,” a deep voice says from behind you. You can see Hopper in the reflection of the TV, leaning against the door with his arms crossing over his chest. “Which, sure, she’s a sea creature. My girl’s an X-Man. And let’s say whoever came in here knows what she is–”

“Why else would somebody come in here?” Steve asks. 

“Because you live in the golden palace?” Hopper shrugs. “Let’s also say you should’ve told me about this the day it happened, and you’re real sorry. What are you gonna do now, kid? Jonathan was right, you need to come to the cabin–”

Steve’s hand falls into your hair, but he isn’t looking at you. “There isn’t room for us both, too.”

“Sure there is. El has the floor space. I have a blow up mattress.”

“Wherever we go, if there’s someone looking for her, they follow us there and that’s a whole new mess. I’ve already dragged too many people into this.”

“We’re in it, Steve. That’s what happens when you go through what we went through.” Hopper doesn’t talk for a while, and Steve doesn’t interrupt him. “You should’ve called me,” Hopper says finally, sounding angry, but firm. Like he’s disappointed. 

“Okay,” Steve says. 

“Okay. Pack a bag for tonight. Tomorrow, we’ll work out what to do.”

Hopper treks out of the living room. Steve grimaces until he’s gone, then downright frowns, bringing his hands to his face to rub at his eyes harshly. You complain in Mermaid until he gets the hint and stops, blinking down at you with that same stupid apologeticness as before. 

“Guess we’re having a slumber party,” he says. 

“Slumber party?”

“Me and you are gonna go stay at Hopper’s house.”

“Steve, who is Hopper?” you ask. 

He kneels down in front of the couch. “Did you just say ‘is’?” The skin of his cheeks apples as he smiles at you with enough pride to make your skin prickle. “You’re such a fucking genius, when did you learn that? Dustin said you weren’t gonna use joiner words for weeks!” He grabs your cheeks and pulls you to him for another short kiss. 

“Who?” you ask. 

“Hopper?” He lets his hands fall to your shoulders, rubbing them gently, absentmindedly. “He’s the chief of police. He… when there’s trouble, he’s in charge.”

“Blow up mattress?” you ask. 

“Yeah. I’ll pack a ton of blankets, it’ll be fine.” Steve’s easy smile falters. “Probably.”

“Hold me first?”

Steve drops his face into your stomach and wraps his arms around you as best he can at the terrible angle, still rubbing those gentle lines, his fingertips digging nicely into achy muscle. “You’re gonna miss the pool,” he mumbles. 

“Miss?” you ask. 

“Want but not have. You miss things when you don’t see them for a while. It’s the same with people.”

You hum. There are a lot of things you ‘miss’, but you won’t miss the pool if Steve’s there with you at the blow up mattress, wherever that is in Hopper’s house. If it’s anything like a bed, you’ll love it. 

“Be okay?” you ask Steve. 

He hums into your tummy. “Duh. We’ll be fine… We’ll be alright.”

Steve lingers on top of you for a while, picking himself up reluctantly with a promise to return with a bagel and your packed bags in five minutes, tops. You close your eyes on the couch and pretend the TV isn’t asking you tauntingly to turn it on. The longer you lay there, the more tender you become. It’s dark out now, the day has been long. It felt like a week. All you’ve wanted to do since you knew you could was kiss Steve dizzy, or have him dizzy you, and now you’re being foisted out of the house. Do humans often get intruders in their homes, you wonder? It’s not common underwater. Fish are nosy, but other merpeople tend to leave each other alone unless explicitly invited. 

You’re wondering if Steve will carry you to the car when one of the girl’s gasps. “Oh!” she says from the kitchen, Nancy’s voice carrying down the hall. “Oh my god. Steve, what was here?”

“What?” you hear Steve ask.

There's a long silence, and actions you can’t see. You scramble up from your seat and have to stoop over the back of the couch, head pounding. 

“Fuck,” Robin says. 

“Fuck,” Steve says, sounding abruptly nervous. “Shit, what did I do?” 

“Steve?” you call, heading for the door. A bolt of agony lances down your spine.

“What happened?” Eddie asks. 

You fall onto your knees, your head going dark, a pain in each leg like stabbing urchin spines as your eyes close.

“They took her photo,” Steve says, his voice fading. “It's gone...”

[solemnsteel]

sexpotion!dunk……………..xoxoxo

NSFW smut 18+

your poor dunk doesn’t know not to accept strange small bottles from cloaked merchants who only come out at night

uhm this one is filthy tbh and longer than i intended, little to no plot lmao, noble reader, dunk is down bad, v!irgin reader, thighjob, pinv, heavy sub dunk dynamics, slight pain for reader but its brief, lowk breeding kink, mentions of motherhood, woWZA

also credits to whoever made my dividers! pls comment if you know …..i can’t find where i saved them from

“are you alright duncan?”

your sworn protector leaned against sweetfoot as if he had forgotten how to hold himself upright. one arm languidly draped over the pale horse, swaying side to side like a pendulum, pestering the animal with each thump of his head against her neck. he looked drunk.

“ser?”

you stepped towards the knight with haste, appalled at his decision to abandon his duty and indulge during the hours in which he promised to guard you. dead sent on scolding him until you approached the lad and laid eyes upon his face, flushed and perspiring alarmingly so. liddes blue eyes caught your own as he attempted to utter an explanation.

“i dont-i cant- somethings not right.”

his O’s exceedingly round and his T’s sound softer than normal, each word followed by a deeeep breath as if the letters commanded air in order to pass through his lips. warm breath fanned your face now that you were near, closer than you both would’ve liked, unable to stop yourself from bringing the back of your hand to his damp forehead, analyzing his temperature.

“gods duncan, you are burning up. have you fallen ill?”

dunk leans into your caress, his heavy crown falling past your shoulders. large hands seek you out due to sweetfoots unrelenting jolting, knocking the knight further off his low level of balance. you support his weight as much as your strength will allow, narrowly letting him slip out of your grasp. his current state is proving mightily inconvenient, you were hundreds of yards away from dunks preferred resting place, surrounded by a great deal of tents that rest atop of the muddy ground. the earth spongy due to the unrelenting humidity and the many steps of nobles from far and wide. duncan denied you of an answer, much too fatigued for a proper report and slumped farther into your arms. your grasp tightened.

“find your footing ser, we must get you to my tent.”

~~

once the silky flap of your station flew shut, enclosing you both into the stuffy shelter duncans state seemed to worsen.

the soft flickering of candles cast an amber shadow along the walls and the coupled burning of incense only aided in the thick air that shrouded the insides of your tent. duncan had only ever allowed himself the pleasure of dwelling in your makeshift pavilion on brief occasions. mostly to pull you away from the enveloping canopies at some lord or ladies request. but never at night, and certainly not this late. the hours of the moon were meant for your solitude. you had made that fact known to him many phases ago, but soon regretted how seriously the knight would take this command. much to your surprise you oft enjoyed having duncan near.

“cmon-dunk just a few more paces-”

your footing falters as the back of your knees collide with the pallet placed at the center of the room, resulting in duncans large body to fall ontop of yours. his movements are unguided and loose, severely lacking in sturdiness. the scent of the room furthering the cloudiness of your knights brain fairing him practically useless. you jostle underneath him, grasping at his limp body in search of some way to put a little distance between your bodies so that you can properly diagnose his symptoms.

“ow! dunk! you must tell me, what afflicts you so? this position is highly inappropriate-“

duncan looks up at you and that’s when you see it. he wasn’t drunk, he was aroused. desperate. it knocked the wind out of you, or maybe it was the weight of him, nevertheless you were at a loss for words. even as a noble you had never seen eyes look up at you so submissively, so full of need. dunks lips were parted and slick from him practically drooling. his usually striking blue eyes were almost completely black from the vast circumference of his pupils. if you were somehow to wriggle your arms out from under him and touch his cheeks the contact would surely singe your fingertips.

the man was a wreck, a pitiful sight. how in the world did he get like this? how had his resolve dissolved so much that he had no shame, no restraint to shield you from such a state? you swallowed thickly.

“d-dunk?”

his eyes snapped shut at the utterance of his name, squeezing his eyelids as if to punish himself for looking at you in such a way. golden brown locks, unkempt from tourney madness fell upon your breast as the top of his head sank low in attempt to hide from your impending scolding. he had a strong feeling you would reprimand him as soon as he told you-

“i-i took something-”

the slur of his confession was muffled by the layers of your dress, you took his chin in your palm and your eyes searched his for a further accounting of the events that took place prior to result in him in this foreign situation.

“you took something? what-what did you take?”

duncan leaned into your touch, cool against the flame igniting over his skin. he whined in protest, shaking his head in embarrassment against your hand. you did not miss the way his lips scarcely brushed across your palm leaving a wet trail of saliva in its wake.

it was impossible for him to find your gaze in this moment, just the thought of your judgmental eye was enough to crack his resolve even further. but you wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“look at me.”

you ordered firmly, tightening the grasp you had on his jawline, giving him no choice but to meet his pathetic eyes to your ever growing concerned ones.

“tell me the truth of it, ser duncan. i command it.”

as you bade him to utter the truth something hard began to grow between the two of you, at first you mistook it for something trivial, that of a dagger at his hip or perhaps an intrusion of his skeleton from his strange posture above you, therefore it had been almost immediately dismissed. your eyes flickered across your knights face hoping the words would somehow find him.

“aye m-my lady, It was from a woman.”

“a woman?”

for some reason, your heart clenched at the thought that duncan would receive an offering from a lady that wasnt you.

“yes in a long hooded cloak, s-she said the vile would bringmmm-”

duncan had let out the softest sound that landed on your ears all too prettily, halfway between a huff and a whimper, a stark difference to his large and typically unruly form. right now he was pliable and soft and all too affected by his senses. you could tell this was getting nowhere, the more he attempted to tell you the further you sank into confusion.

“what was it called?”

your thumb stroked his cheek pressing against the hollow and taught skin from his lax jaw, hoping the pressure would coax an answer out of him, ground him, anything.

“hmm?”

“the vile. when she offered it to you, what did-how did she describe it?”

his eyes dropped low once more and finally your touch had aided him to the point where he was able to grace you with the truth.

“s-she called it, sweet relief.”

he was panting now, open mouthed and hot. each breath a warm wall slamming against your chest. thats when it became unmistakable. that hardness you once dismissed. now you knew the truth of it and were all too aware of its growing presence against your thigh.

“oh dunk…”

you cooed, your own harsh resolve easing up a bit due to your hedge knight’s classic case of naivety.

“i-Im sorry my lady. I thought-i didnt….s-she said it would soften what hardens me. said that it would bring pleasure through the pain…i thought she meant the fucking endless ache in my back not-uhhhnnfuuuck.”

now that the truth was in the air for you and the gods to hear, that hardness swelled. the size of it increasing tenfold as the knight punctuated his confession with an involuntary roll of his hips against you. you gasped at his seemingly uncontrollable advances on your body, rendered speechless at the grip of his massive hand at your waist that followed shortly after his outburst.

duncans hand enveloped you in a bruising grip, lifting his hips away from you with the support of his palm, heavy head pressing further into ur sternum due to his awkward arch.

duncan, the poor man, was shaking. everything about him was pathetic. his fumbling grip, restless movements that only made you pity him more. along with the unmistakable erection that was once practically imprinting itself on the soft skin of your thigh, you did not envy him. the gods had not been merciful, the contents of his so called vile had rendered him completely useless as he babbled and quaked above you. my poor protector. you thought.

“im sorry my lady i-“

“shhhhhhhshhhsh. easy good ser, tis quite alright.”

both of your hands, now free due to the limited space he provided at the lift of his hips, sought out duncans hair. raking your fingers through the damp locks in hopes that it would ease his pain. he hummed shakily and pitched at your advances, the slightest touch affecting him in astounding ways.

dunk maneuvered his head against your scratching like a dog, the scraping of your nails against his scalp ailing in what troubled him, he allowed himself to relish in your touch.

“p-please dont stop. i cant-it feels too-”

you shushed him once more and trailed one hand from his scalp, down to his neck, through the collar of his shirt, then to his shoulder blades. applying pressure ever so often, scraping your nails along the surface of his skin, you allowed your hand to journey across the wide expanse of his back encouraging him to take what he needed from you.

“its alright duncan. you’re alright.”

It left your lips like a promise, and at your reassurance something unspoken blossomed between the two of you. a vow that this moment was that of special parameters, a rare instance that required indulgence and lack of consideration for each other’s station. right now was only about duncan. right now was about his need for sweet sweet relief.

dunk nodded furiously and slowly lowered his hips, the grip on your waist tighter upon contact of his bulge against the soft silk of your dress. his hands fumbled towards the bottom of your gown, fingertips chasing the ends of the damned thing. once his conquest for the bottom of your outfit had come to an end he took the fabric in his hands and began to pull your dress upwards.

you should’ve been terrified, your maidenhood still intact and intimacies such as this one were unbeknownst to you, however in this moment your composure never faltered.

perhaps it was the way he needed you to be solid for him, dunk was fraying at the seams and the thought of you holding the thread of his existence in your hands was enough to bestow you with the reservation of a professional. the more your dress unveiled your bare form, the more confident you became, spurred on by your precious hedge knight’s unraveling at your fingertips.

you were eager to see what advances his cunt drunken state would conjure next.

the steady rise of your dress had come to a halt once the man had sat up on his knees, and the soft skin of your thighs had been revealed to duncans hungry gaze. his eyebrows had been stitched together at the sight, the lad was equally ravenous and starved, he had never seen this much of you and it was breaking him. sure, he often day dreamed about your naked figure during the late hours where the mind can’t help but wonder, he was a man before he was a knight after all. but this was something else, something real, tangible.

his cock throbbed as you rubbed the meat of your thighs together, enticing him to the skin that burned hot for some sort of friction from the knight.

dunks hands flew to his trousers, not bothering to mess with the tie, ripping the seam from the front down to the middle until his cock sprang free from the thin barrier. it should’ve fallen with a heavy slap against your thigh due to the sheer length of him, but he had waited so long, and he was so hard that the thick red meat of his manhood stood straight up. rather it smacked against his lower abdomen and the slit of his pink tip leaked beads of white that spilled over with each twitch of his cock.

the sight was sinfully erotic, and pinched a nerve you couldn’t quite describe, the closest feeling was that of entitlement. that you and you alone deserved to be the one playing a hand in his undoing, his release. you felt a nagging urge to make sure no one ought to ruin your pretty protector so naughtily again.

you pulled up your dress a little higher, locked your ankles together and nodded at the valley between your legs.

“go on.”

at that his restraint shattered, and the unspoken vow was sealed.

duncan flew forward and let his body blanket over yours. the fever pitch building so much so that neither of you bothered to undress fully, he needed to feel you, now.

dunk was never one for being creative, or exceedingly imaginative so to speak. his words rendering simple most of the time, as well as his actions. you did not know if the man had it in him to do things with complexity. however the moment he nestled his cock against your thighs, right in that perfect downpour of meat where your two legs met, and began to thrust into nothing, you wondered where he learned such a trick.

the depravity of it was filthy, and you guess he knew it to by the way he began to moan, drunk on each push and pull of his pink and throbbing sword against your skin. dunks hips dragged forward slowly, then would retreat, his entire body shaking at the delicious friction.

your hands returned to their previous place on his head, threading your fingers through his hair. occasionally his hips would journey so far that the tip of him sank into the seam of your thighs and out the other end. each time rewarding him with a tug of his locks, stimulated by the intrusion.

“is this helping, my sweet knight? this what you desired so desperately?”

the pace of his rutting began to increase and the noises he made became all the more pathetic at your inquires. you couldn’t quite tell from this angle, due to the obstruction of his lowered head upon your chest, drinking in the sight of him against your thighs, but you were almost positive he was weeping.

“y-yes my lady its-oh seven-“

his grasp tightened and now you were positive at least one part of him was weeping.

you could feel dunks hot spend coating your thighs, the sticky substance spreading over you due to his unrelenting thrusts, the slick only aiding in that slip and slide against your thighs. you were certain he couldn’t keep this up for much longer. tales you had heard from maids left you with the impression that most men could barely hold out after their first release, and hardly even bothered to see that the lady was as equally satisfied. however, to your surprise, dunk showed no signs of stopping. if anything his release only seemed to dissolve some of that previous tension in him, bringing the “pleasure through the pain” so to speak.

“gods dunk, you haven’t had your fill?”

you wanted to laugh at him, amused at his insatiable need but when duncan looked up at you, eyes red and watery, his cheeks stained with wet lines, all the evidence that confirmed he was indeed so enraptured to the point of tears, you couldnt help but pity him.

“apologies m’lady….you feel so soft its-mmmm-maddening”

he shuddered at the close proximity of your lips to his now that his crown had lifted to your gaze. the hot air from your mouth hitting his own like you were breathing life into him. its silly, he had defiled you before bestowing that of a simple peck upon your lips. in comparison the latter should’ve been the simpler act, at this proximity especially. yet the thought of molding your lips against his own, felt sacred. a pleasure that would surpass the line drawn during this seemingly soley lust filled exchange. this moment was about duncan, the act of tasting one another would surely pass some of that sweetness, that unbridled want onto you. for a moment, it terrified you both. so the kiss waited.

duncans eyes searched your own for any signs of denial, his jaw rutting forward due to the sensitivity at his cock, still bullying your thighs. slowly, your knight had inched closer to your womanhood, the occasional gush from your own cunt due to duncans antics furthering the slide between your bodies. a painful look painted on his face, consequent to the feeling of pleasure and fear. fear of crossing that line to the point of no return. he felt an incredible surge of adrenaline, this moment being the most thrilling thing he had ever dared to experience. more than a a battle, or a spar. dunk was so close to you in so many ways, and somehow never close enough.

until, one under calculated push of his hips forward resulted in his cream coated cap to push right through your pillowy soft folds just a little, and break every wall between you down.

the intrusion was enough to make you cry out. a honeyed shout dipped in desire. duncan had never heard a sound so sweet, every bone in his body demanded he repeat his movements so that he could hear your delicious exclamation once more. but he did not wish to do anything you were not ready for. so almost immediately he retracted his hips, tip departing from that special spot between your legs.

if you asked him, he would’ve said it took the strength of seven fully grown men to keep him from fucking you deep right then and there.

“gods-i didnt mean-“

the iron grip at the junction on top of your thigh, paired with his noble restraint was enough to send your jaw flying forward and seal your lips together in a bruising kiss.

it made you dizzy how he had nothing but the utmost care for you. in that moment every gesture, sacrifice, defense, oath, flooded your memory like a monsoon. everything about duncans existence came with yours. he gave his life for you, and even in this rarest moment when it was finally about him, he still made it about you. how could you not reward him by returning the favor? by giving him all of you completely, unconditionally, unbound by title, or duty. right now you would let him use you, as you did with him, the moment he bent the knee and swore his life to protect yours.

“please. ser dunk, take what you will. if not for your sake, then for mine.”

you muttered your favor between kisses, pleas, and whimpers, lifting your hips to his own and imploring him to sink into you once again. clumsy faces mashed together, his body ravished your own north and south, until your cunt and mouth were open and wet and his for the taking.

when all settled to dunks liking, his cock lined up with your seam as well as his tongue on your lips and the knight finally obliged to take whatever he wanted.

the surge of wetness at your core provided the perfect lubricant for him to sheath himself all the way inside of you with one long, painfully slow thrust. inch by torturous inch he entered you while claiming your mouth with his tongue, each lick motivated by blind desire.

it was certain that the contents of the vile throughout dunks bloodstream had peaked in its duty. the itch inside of him for sweet relief bared its claws and scratched so deep into you, there was no going back. duncan wasted zero time in his intoxicated state, selfishly dragging in and out of your cunt with no regards for your own needs. good. make no mistake it tore you apart, the size of him, you had anticipated that the man was well endowed, nothing about him was small, but the sting somehow only made you crave him more. each stab into your spongey walls struck you with fiery want. and the sound of it, the sinful squelching cut even deeper into your duncan shaped wound. it would be forever etched into your brain, the erotic tune on repeat, that-

pap.pap.pap.

“am i hurting you? can’t slowdown-feels too perfect.”

duncan fucked you like his cock had a mind of its own. like he couldn’t stop himself from burying himself inside the deepest parts of you, previously unclaimed even by your own fingers. you should’ve cursed the witch that tricked your lovely dunk into his drunken lust. however, the growing pleasure you began to feel wouldn’t allow for such a dismissal. in fact it conjured up quite the opposite, soon you would seek out every apothecary and hut in the seven kingdoms if it meant you could reap the benefits of the potion yet again. maybe, if you were lucky, if there was to be a next time, you both could share a taste.

you held duncan tighter, reassuring him you wouldn’t have it any other way. whispering countless promises that you felt just as good as he did. at your affirmations he picked up the pace. his arms, impossibly large and long enough to wrap around your waist, did exactly that. his hands found purchase at your arse, and he gathered the fat in his hands, your skin spilling between his fingers as he grasped you with the strength of someone who had no plans to let go anytime soon.

the lift of your hips at his taking provided an angle that was to be his final undoing. every little feeling hit him like a thousand arrows. each sharp detail of the moment impaling him until he had no choice to bleed unconditional desire for you. it poured over your body like a blanket of lechery. the way he used his grip on your rear to meet his thrusts, the way he devoured your neck like a man starved, feeling the beating of your pulse against his tongue, the sweat and slick and cum smearing over your bodies, his praises and pleas, all of it and more staining your body and mind as close to crimson as it could get.

one powerful thrust had you clenching around him so tight he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. each collision of your bodies was followed by a moan increasing in pitch. His O’s sounded painful now, and yours were so high that the frequency of them were almost lost to his ears. the closer he became, the only thing he could hear was the sound of his own beating heart just faster than the pace at which his hips met your own.

“i am close my lady.”

“yeah?”

“y-yesgods where should i-?”

he was shaking again, as were you. your climax mirrored his own as his thrusts became frantic and uneven. dunks hips gyrated, finding new ways to sink inside of you, rendering him further into total destruction at the uncharted paths of your insides.

“anywhere you would like, my brave knight.”

dunk nodded at your throat, and pushed so far into you there was no doubt in which where your knight wished to lay his claim. gods help you there was no way you wouldn’t grow round with his child. if the spend was as plentiful as his previous release you were sure to be soiled.

the thought of mothering his children lit a primal fire in you that had your climax combust like wildfire. it spread over your body hot and unrelenting. waves of pleasure crashing over and over drowning you in your need for duncan. all that you could think, feel, was him. dunkdunkdunkdunkdunkdunkdunkdunk. his name looped in your head like broken wheel, refusing to halt in its rotation.

you could feel dunks cock milking your insides, his balls pumping as he spilled in your ruined cunt. he stayed inside of you, rambling on about how much you meant to him, how perfect you felt, how sweet. his hands roaming and scratching at you taking in every curve and divot of your body in a selfish manner. duncan wanted to commit every part of you to memory, because he had no idea when he would be in this position again. his hand found your face, and he nestled your cheek in his hand, smoothing the corse pad of his thumb across your cheek. dunk used his hold to tilt your face so that his lips could meet yours as he emptied whatever he had left inside of you.

his spend poured out of you, and the kiss grew lazy. your fingertips danced along his scalp, tracing hearts through his hair. this moment was by far the most tender act, dunks ever growing softness inside of you, bodies tangled perfectly. all the notions of domesticity blinded your sense of practicality. the bounds of duty remained left outside the walls of your tent for a night, and you let your mind play into the fantasy a little longer.

“we must find that witch so that we can have her head for ruining the legacy of my house-.”

duncan looked at you, eyes wide with fear. now that the effects of the potion had begun to ware off, the consequences of his actions slowly seeped in and tainted the feeling of absolute pleasure he once had. your gaze softened at his worry and you kissed his lips.

“-but not before we inquire the recipe to her elixir, so that my lineage can be ruined again and again and again.”

dunk kissed you again his fear dissolving into hope at your musings. for now, the consequences would have to wait.

ok bitch………………………

AGAIN any grammatical errors u find just ignore bc i can’t be fucked.

sorry if the ending SUCKS i really wanted to finish this days ago but im annoying.

BUT OH MY GODDDD. can yall tell i want to have dunks big babies. my big soft strong husband please.

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I had a delicious idea abt the characters coming home early from work ,they open the door and their wife doesn't greet them like she usually does instead the approach the bathrooms hear whispers "my!you've made such as mess!" " We need to hide you before ___ comes home!" They assume it's cheating (or smthn sus) so they open the door only to find their wife bathing a little baby animal and shes like "uhhhh....surprise?"

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Task Force 141 x Reader (can be read as gn!reader)

Content & Warnings: brief language, humor, jealousy, fluff, established relationship

Word Count: 900

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John Price

John frowns.

It’s not like you to go to bed early. Even though you love sleeping, you stay up to greet him when he comes home. You not being there is weird. Unusual. A break from routine.

He searches the whole house, stopping in front of the closed bathroom door. John presses his ear to the wood. He hears water, soft splashing, and then your voice speaking softly to someone.

“Look at this mess. We need to hide you. Before John comes home.”

Hiding? Who the bloody hell are you attempting to hide from him? A dark rage wells in his chest. Whoever it is, they’re dead.

John burst through the bathroom door. It slams against the doorstop, bouncing back at him. He throws up his hand, stopping the door from knocking him on his ass.

“Where are they?” he growls, when the only person John finds is you.

“Who?”

“The person you were talking to.”

There’s a splash from the tub, and John charges forward. There is no human in the tub. No one submerged in the water. There are…puppies. An entire litter.

“Surprise?” you giggle, shrugging your shoulders.

John exhales slowly. “You want to keep them, don’t you?”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

The house is silent.

You’re always at the door to greet him, to give him a hug and kiss, to ask him about his day. Kyle drops his keys and bag by the door, removing his shoes. As he enters further into the house, he calls out to you.

You don’t answer.

A subtle worry settles in. Kyle searches the house, starting with the bottom floor. When you don’t appear, he heads for the stairs, taking them two at a time. Up he goes, stopping at the top of the stairs.

The bedroom door is open, the lights off except for the yellow glow of the bathroom. He hears splashing. A grunt. And what sounds like a yowl.

Kyle creeps forward, pushing the bedroom door wider. The splashing is louder now, followed by your voice.

“We need to hide you before Kyle comes home.”

Hide. Hide?

Worry becomes a sharp bite of blooming jealousy. Kyle bursts through the door, expecting to find you with another.

“You’re home,” you state.

You’re on your knees in front of the tub, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, arms submerged in soap water. Something furry moves in the water.

“What is that?” asks Kyle.

Your mouth makes a small o and then you’re lifting it into the air. “I found this kitten on the side of the road. Couldn’t leave it there.”

Kyle observes the kitten you hold out to him. Its facial structure is off, paws bigger than they should be, and there is a difference in the coat that doesn’t remind Kyle of any domestic cat breed.

This isn’t someone’s lost kitten. It’s a baby cougar.

“Can we keep it?” you ask, as Kyle removes his phone from his pocket.

“I’ll make a call,” he replies while dialing the nearest animal sanctuary.

John "Soap" MacTavish

Johnny stands awkwardly in the entryway. “Darling?”

There is no answer, and Johnny isn’t sure what to do. When he comes home, you’re always there. Instead, the house is dark, and the television is on with no sound.

Discarding his keys and shoes by the front door, Johnny ventures in, opening doors and even looking under the coffee table.

He glances down the hall, heading for the bedroom when he hears what he believes to be running water. Johnny pokes his head around the door, and your voice greets him.

“My. Look at you. Making a mess.”

At first, your voice brings a smile to his face. It’s a brief flicker as his brain processes your words and tone.

“Need to hide you, yeah? Before your dad comes home.”

Dad? Johnny isn’t a father. You’re not parents.

Elbowing the bathroom door, Johnny enters the bathroom and stops. You’re fully dressed, in the shower, and at your feet, knocking over bottles, is a—

“That a racoon?”

You turn abruptly, and wave. “Found it alone. Digging in the trash.” Johnny takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “It’s just a baby.”

Johnny glances up at the ceiling, hands on his hips. “Why me?”

Simon "Ghost" Riley

You do not throw yourself into Simon’s arms when he walks through the door. There is only silence, and yet you must be home because every single light in the house is on. Simon walks through the house, turning off overheads and switching off lamps.

It is the thunk overhead that draws his attention upward. That has him gliding up the stairs. The guest bathroom door is shut, and another thunk, this one louder than the last, comes from behind it, followed by your voice.

“You’re making a mess. We’ll need to hide you before Simon comes home.”

Hide? Who the hell are you trying to hide?

As Simon shoves the bathroom door open, he almost stumbles as he comes to an abrupt halt. The only human in the room is you, but you’re not alone.

“Is that a cow?” blurts Simon, staring at a four-legged white and black animal.

Before you can answer, the thing moos, stomping its legs.

Your mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. “Uh…yeah?”

“Did you buy a baby cow?”

The calf struggles in your arms, the water around it sloshing, some of it spilling over the lip of the tub and landing on the floor.

“Surprise?”

[moonlightproblems]

Operation: Bath Time

Charles Leclerc x Girlfriend!reader

Synopsis: why did anyone think bathing a dachshund would be easy?

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Leo smells like trouble.

Not metaphorically — literally. He smells like he rolled in something questionable during his walk, something Charles refuses to identify out loud because he is convinced acknowledging it will make it worse.

You pinch your nose. “Charles… he stinks.”

Charles holds Leo at arm’s length, face twisted in horror. “Mon amour, he smells like death.”

Leo wags his tail proudly.

You sigh. “Bath time.”

Charles gasps. “No. Not the bath. He hates the bath.”

“He needs it.”

“He will cry.”

“He’ll survive.”

Charles looks at Leo, then at you, then back at Leo. “I will not survive.”

---

The Preparation

You gather towels, shampoo, and the tiny blue cup you use to rinse him. Charles, meanwhile, is giving Leo a pep talk like he’s about to enter battle.

“Listen, mon petit saucisson,” he says, crouching down. “You must be brave. You must be strong. You must not bite Papa.”

Leo licks his nose.

Charles melts. “He forgives me already. He is an angel.”

You raise an eyebrow. “He’s plotting.”

Leo sneezes.

Charles gasps. “He is nervous.”

“He is dramatic,” you correct.

Charles places a hand over his heart. “He gets that from you.”

You flick water at him. “Get in the bathroom.”

---

The Attempt

You fill the tub with warm water. Leo watches from Charles’s arms, eyes wide, body stiff.

Charles whispers, “He knows.”

“He’s a dog.”

“He knows.”

You reach for Leo. “Okay, come here—”

Leo launches himself onto Charles’s shoulder like a tiny, terrified parrot.

Charles yelps. “Leo! Mon Dieu— he is climbing me!”

You’re laughing so hard you can barely stand. “Hold him still!”

“I am trying! He is slippery!”

“He’s not even wet yet!”

Leo scrambles onto Charles’s back, paws digging into his hoodie.

Charles freezes. “Do not move. He is on my spine.”

You wheeze. “He’s not a wild animal, babe.”

“He is feral.”

---

The Splash Zone

Eventually, you manage to pry Leo off Charles and lower him into the tub.

Leo immediately tries to escape.

Charles immediately panics.

“Hold him!” you shout.

“I am holding him!”

“He’s wriggling!”

“He is a demon!”

Leo splashes water everywhere — on the floor, on the walls, on Charles’s face.

Charles sputters. “He is drowning me!”

“He’s three kilos!”

“He is powerful!”

You grab the shampoo and start lathering Leo’s fur. Leo glares at you like you’ve personally betrayed him.

Charles strokes Leo’s head. “It’s okay, mon amour. Papa is here. Papa loves you.”

Leo stops struggling.

You blink. “Are you kidding me?”

Charles beams. “He listens to me.”

“He listens to whoever isn’t putting soap on him.”

Charles shrugs. “Still counts.”

---

The Rinse

You pour warm water over Leo’s back with the little cup. Leo whines softly.

Charles’s face crumples. “He is sad.”

“He’s fine.”

“He is suffering.”

“He is literally just wet.”

Charles kisses Leo’s forehead. “I am so sorry, mon bébé. I will buy you treats. Many treats. All the treats.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re going to spoil him.”

“He deserves it.”

“He rolled in something dead.”

“He made a mistake.”

Leo whines again.

Charles looks at you, horrified. “You are rinsing him too aggressively.”

“I’m pouring water.”

“Too aggressively.”

You splash Charles with the cup.

He gasps. “You attacked me.”

“You’ll live.”

---

The Towel Burrito

Once Leo is clean, you wrap him in a fluffy towel. He immediately relaxes, melting into your arms like warm dough.

Charles’s entire body softens. “Look at him. He is perfect.”

“He smells better.”

“He is an angel.”

“He tried to drown you.”

Charles shrugs. “He was scared.”

You hand Leo to him. Charles cradles him like a newborn, kissing his damp head.

Leo sighs contentedly.

You smile. “You two are ridiculous.”

Charles looks up at you, eyes warm. “We are a family.”

Your heart flips.

He steps closer, Leo tucked between you, and kisses you — slow, soft, warm, the kind of kiss that tastes like laughter and wet dog and home.

When he pulls back, he whispers, “Thank you for helping me. I know I panic.”

“You’re a good dad,” you murmur, brushing his cheek. “A dramatic one, but a good one.”

He laughs, leaning his forehead against yours. “I love you.”

Leo barks.

Charles sighs. “Yes, mon petit, I love you too.”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around both of them — your boyfriend, your tiny chaos gremlin, your perfect little family.

And Leo, freshly bathed and smelling like coconut shampoo, wiggles happily between you, the undisputed king of the Leclerc household.

[way2jellyous]

| thinking about bf!Yunho and bf!Mingi picking you up

Friday was always short - and catastrophic. Whoever decided it was fine to let everyone finish at the same time in your year was an animal.

Your classmates walk next to you, talking your ear off about something that happened in class you didn't really pay attention to because-

"Oh my god." One of your friends said, her voice hitting a ridiculous pitch. She froze dead in her tracks. A few people bumped into her, grumbling and tossing not-so-nice words her way, but she was too dazed to register them.

You chuckle as you search for what she is looking at, "What?"

Her hand grabs onto your forearm, pulling you and your other friend out of the sea of university students. "You see those guys?" She murmurs into the space between the three of you. Subtly pointing to the parking lot.

"Which ones?"

"Oh my god, two guys are leaning on the hood of a... Mercedes?" she shrieked, even louder this time.

It took you a moment to track her line of sight, but then you saw them: Yunho and Mingi. They were talking to each other, eyes skimming the passing students - probably looking for you.

Fuck, they looked so good. Both were in jeans and white shirts, laughing and grinning in a way that made everyone stop and stare for a second. A hot blush crept up your cheeks. The way the other girls were staring at them - at your boyfriends... It still felt foreign to think it. Those two idiots were both yours, just as much as you were theirs.

"Oh, that's my boyfriend and best friend," you said, trying with mixed success to keep your voice level. You hated the bitter taste that came with calling Mingi just a friend.

Both of your friends' heads snapped toward you in perfect, horrified sync.

"WHAT?" They practically screamed.

"I mean, yeah," You chuckled falsely, trying to resume your pace off campus.

"Wait, so which is which?"

"The taller one on the right - Yunho - is my boyfriend. And the other one - Mingi - is my best friend."

"Is the best friend single?" One of them asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Your stomach violently churned. "Nope. He has a girlfriend."

"Aw, shucks," They both pouted. "Can you text me if they break up?"

Your blood was boiling at this point. You had to close your eyes for a brief second to contain the massive eyeroll and force up the energy to smile. It hurt - bad - not being able to claim Mingi in public, especially with your friends acting like hyenas the second they saw someone good-looking.

"Pretty sure they won't," You said, desperate to escape the conversation as you quickened your steps toward the car. "He just bought a ring. Okay, I'm gonna go. Bye, guys, see you on Monday!"

"Bye, see you!"

By the time you looked back at the guys, they already had their eyes locked on you. Their conversation halted entirely as you approached. You immediately threw yourself into Yunho's arms, praying that burying your face in his chest would smother the jealousy burning up your gut.

"Whoa. Hi, baby," Yunho greeted, his arms instantly wrapping around you as he pressed a kiss into your hair.

"Hi. Can we go?"

He pulled back slightly, looking down into your face. "Bad day?"

"Something like that."

"Alright," Yunho mumbled, twirling the car keys around his finger.

You turned your eyes to Mingi. You were desperate to hug him, to show him affection, to kiss him - anything at this point would do. But that wasn't the agreement. So, you settled for a low, strained, "Hi," before slipping into the backseat.

Silence swallowed the car for the first few minutes. It wasn't that you didn't want to talk; you just couldn't. Your brain was entirely occupied, replaying the exchange with the girls on a loop. How many ways could that have gone if you could just tell them the truth?

"So, were those the friends you're always talking about?" Yunho’s eyes found yours in the rearview mirror, holding your gaze.

A snort escaped you before you could stop it. "Yeah."

Mingi turned around in his passenger seat, shifting to face you fully. His eyes softened. "What happened, princess?"

You let out a heavy sigh, dropping your head back against the headrest. "Your 'girlfriend' has a lot of explaining to do, Song Mingi."

Mingi blinked, a slow, amused grin already tugging at the corner of his lips. "My what now?"

"Your girlfriend," you groaned, covering your face with your hands. "The girls saw you two leaning on the car looking like... like that, and they immediately started salivating - like they immediately asked if you were single, and I panicked, okay? I told them you had a girlfriend."

From the driver's seat, Yunho let out a sudden, loud bark of laughter. "You gave him a fake girlfriend?"

"It gets worse!" You peeked through your fingers, your cheeks burning. "They asked if they could text me the moment you broke up, so I told them you just bought an engagement ring. I literally engaged you to a ghost, Mingi."

At that, both of them lost it. The car filled with the rich, booming sound of Mingi’s laugh as he threw his head back. Yunho was practically vibrating behind the steering wheel, shaking his head.

"Wait, wait," Mingi gasped, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye as he turned further around in his seat to look at you. "Let me get this straight. The girl who spent three weeks lecturing us about discretion, who made us swear on our family not to tell a soul because 'society isn't ready for us' - you almost blew our cover because you got jealous?"

"I wasn't jealous!" You lied loudly, though the heat in your face betrayed you. "They were circling you like hyenas! I had to protect my property. Both of you."

Yunho caught your eye in the rearview mirror again, his laughter softening into a warm, incredibly fond smile. "We love it when you're protective, baby. But a ring? Damn, Mingi, you move fast."

"Hey, if the princess says I'm engaged, I guess I'm engaged," Mingi teased, his hand reaching into the backseat to gently squeeze your knee.

You slapped your hand onto his, drawing small circles on it. "Shut up. I was under pressure."

"No, no, hold on," Yunho chimed in, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel, a massive, mischievous dimple popping up in his cheek. "Mingi's got a point. But a ring? Is there something you're trying to tell us, love? Are you dropping hints?"

Your jaw dropped. "I am not dropping hints! I was trying to stop two college students from feral-hunting my boyfriends!"

"I don't know, Yunho," Mingi mused, his eyes dancing with pure mischief. "Sounds to me like she's already planning the wedding. I mean, she didn't just say I had a girlfriend. She skipped right past dating, right past a long-term relationship."

"Exactly," Yunho agreed, though he was grinning so hard his eyes were practically closed. "But now I’m kind of offended. Why does Mingi get to buy the ring? Where's my fictional engagement, baby? Am I just the side piece now?"

"You guys are the worst," You groaned, pulling your hand off Mingi's just so you could hide your bright red face in your palms again. "I hate you both. Literally pull the car over, I'm walking home."

Mingi laughed, reaching back out to gently pry your hands away from your face, refusing to let you hide. "Aw, don't be like that, princess. If you wanted a ring, all you had to do was ask."

"Stop!" you shrieked, laughing despite yourself as the last lingering drops of your bad mood completely evaporated.

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[revelboo]

Promised myself I will not ask again so soon. Then you dropped a cuteness granade of tiny bots. And I beg on my knees for tiny Tarn XD The fact that I got him from Blokees a few days ago only makes imagining him tiny funnier 😆😆😆😆

🤣 sure….. my workplace just changed the radio station and I kind of stopped what I was doing when I realized what was playing. Y’all. Y’all, they’re back on the 90’s country station and I don’t want to hear Achy, Breaky Heart and Don’t Rock the Jukebox at least five times a day every day again. I can’t. Not again. 😭

Mass Displacement Mayhem- Soft AU

Tarn x Reader

• What is this blasphemy? Neck craning as the horror of what’s happened really sinks in, he keeps moving through the base though he’s unsure where he’s going. But if he finds whoever is responsible for this indignity? He’s going to have a quiet, final word with them. Rumbling as he pretends to be unbothered, he rounds a corner. And has to look up at the human towering over him. “There you are, jeez,” You’re saying as you bend and grab him before he can back away out of reach. “Everything’s kind of iffy right now and it’s not safe to be just running around.” Are you really admonishing him like a wayward sparkling?

• “Put me down,” he says, low voice even and calm. Turning with him, you’re striding for the dorms. Don’t know where else to go, but you’ve heard whispers from the guards that now would be the ideal time to deal with the space invaders. Permanently. “I’d like to be put down,” he insists as you keep moving. Doesn’t he realize it’s dangerous to be a foot tall when a lot of people don’t particularly like him? Adjusting him against your body, you hear him dramatically clear his vents.

• This is undignified. Beneath him. Even if you’re distractingly soft and warm and he can feel your heart beating against him. Frustrated at the direction of his own thoughts, he keeps getting jostled against your body as you jog for the dorms. Are you kidnapping him? Could hurt you. Make you let him go. The thought occurs to him and he lets it sit there in his processor. “I think you should stick with me until we figure out what’s going on. There’s a lot of protestors right outside the gate that don’t really love you guys,” you say as you crush him against your upper body upended an arm to pull the door open and his masked face is pressed against you so every intake fills him with the scent of you.

• Wincing as he grabs a handful and pushes against you, you realize how you’re holding him. It’s not like he needs to breathe, but he does cycle air in. And you were apparently smothering him. Baleful red optics glare up at you from behind his mask as you look anywhere but at him. Looking around the lobby at the other caretakers, you guess everyone had the same idea. That the military probably shouldn’t be trusted to not try and take advantage of the situation. “Put me down,” he insists calmly as you carry him over to a group of other caretakers.

• You’re not listening, but at least he’s not the only one being subjected to this. Optics flicking at a furious hissing, he watches a human struggling with a tiny seeker, the mech clawing to try and get free and almost getting dropped. ‘What are we supposed to do?’ A human asks as he pushes against your arm. Wants down, but not bad enough to make a spectacle of himself like that one. Grabbing your fingers to stop you when you idly try to play with one of the pointed fins of his mask, he vents tiredly. “Stop touching me and put me down. Now.” Head turning at movement, he goes still. Because no. He’s not seeing lord Megatron dressed in some fuzzy covering with a smiling Earth animal on it, struggling and growling like a feral animal at the human holding him. That’s not happening. He’s not seeing it. This is just a nightmare. He’s going to come out of recharge and laugh about it.

[sunshinewriterx]

Dear Dollie | part sixteen.

It’s Dollie’s birthday, gator gets to meet some of your friends & Dollie gets a card from someone she doesn’t know.

Soft Gator, excited Dollie, sociable miss 🤣 smut 18+ Falling in love 🥹

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“Can ya help?” Gator huffs as the tape sticks to his fingers, he’s spent the last hour sat on the floor trying to wrap up all of her gifts while you blow up balloons.

“Of course” you smile tying the balloon before sitting down next to him, he slides the stuff towards you watching as you wrap the gift with ease.

“Shit, wanna swap jobs?” He sighs, feeling defeated by the wrapping. You nod, smile pressed to your lips as you make your way through the presents.

“So who’s coming tomorrow?”

“Uh, whoever ya invited” gator scoffs, he had no one to invite. He’d never thrown a birthday party for Dollie before, he’d just take her out somewhere for the day but this year you’d convinced him to hold one at the house.

But you’d been up all night booking local people to bring animals for the children to pet, studying pintrest for activities you could make for them.

Gator didn’t like the idea of people knowing where they lived, strangers in his house but when he saw the sparkle in Dollie’s eyes when you’d mentioned it he knew he’d have to get over that fear very quickly.

“Oh, just a few friends and kids then” you smiled over at him “it’ll be nice for you to meet them, you’re great with kids”

“I’m great with doll, that’s it”

“Gator” you get up off the floor walking over to where he sat “you’re not as bad as you think, you know” you kiss the top of his head. “Don’t you have any experience with kids?” He looked up at you, confused expression on his face. Of course he did, Dollie.

“Well, I’ve kept her alive for almost six years”

“Other kids”

“I got twin sisters” he shrugged, your mouth dropped open.

“What?! You never told me that!” You bounce down next to him on the sofa “so twins run in your family? Imagine two Dollie’s” you teased as he laughed at you, eager to move the conversation away from this. He didn’t want to pull you into this part of his life.

“One’s enough”

You move closer to him on the sofa, letting your head rest against his shoulder.

“I’m excited for tomorrow, she’s gonna love it” you turn to smile up at him, he didn’t look as excited as you were “I got someone to bring chicks!”

“Hope so” he mumbled, you climbed into his lap to look at him. His big eyes looking tired from the full day of work followed by shopping for all of the party supplies.

“Of course she will” you kissed his lips once, but it didn’t take long until he was chasing your lips again. Hands squeezing your ass as his lips crashed against yours, wet, desperate, sloppy kisses.

“We need to finish this off” you sighed as you pulled away.

“It can wait, pretty girl” gators lips land against yours again, his hands pulling at the bottom of your shirt to get it off “cmon” he groaned into your mouth “ya want it too”

You did, you always did.

It didn’t take long for you both to be naked on the sofa, you on your back with your legs pushed into your chest so gator could bury himself as deep as possible.

“Fuck, feels so good” he groaned as his head fell back, eyes closed “oh god, yer so fuckin tight”

You were still half out of it from the first time you cum, gator slamming into you as he praised the way your pussy felt around him.

The tip of his cock slamming against the perfect spot inside of you, second orgasm pending but gator was still chasing his first.

“Harder” you cried out as your legs came to rest against his shoulders “fuck, gator, harder”

“Fuck, fuck,fuck!” Gator groaned as he slammed against you, second orgasm washing over you as you cried out.

The feeling of you fluttering around his cock pulling gators finish out of him.

“Oh fuck, pretty” he flopped down on you, breathing ragged as your legs still trembled wrapped around him now.

He rolled off you, squashing you into the side of the sofa as he wrapped his arm around you.

“S’not jus sex” he mumbled as he looked at the ceiling “fer me, anyway”

You looked at him, heart fluttering away in your chest but you’d been burned by him before. Did you really want to tell him you felt the same way? Could you really trust him yet?

You rested your head against his chest, his arms wrapped around you as kissed the top of your head.

He’d wait.

~

“It’s my birthday!!!!!” Dollie squealed as she ran into the front room where you and gator sat waiting for her, her eyes lighting up as she looked at the balloons scattered around the room.

“Happy birthday Dollie dot” gator grinned as he scooped her up, placing six kisses across her face “yer such a big girl now, how old are ya? 10?”

Dollie laughed as she pushed her little hands against his face to push him away.

“Silly daddy, I’m six!” She beamed as she looked at him.

“Happy birthday sweet girl” you wrapped your arms around the both of them, your little family.

“Thank you mama!”

Gator placed her down on the floor, watching as she raced over to her gifts clapping her hands.

“Can i open them now daddy?”

“Sure can, baby!”

You sat down on the sofa next to gator as you watched Dollie make her way through the mountain of presents. It seemed too much, but gator was the only person she had in life. No one else would be sending her presents or even a card.

“Wow!! Daddy look!” Dollie held out the squishy cat teddy towards his face, gator acted shocked like he wasn’t the one who got it her.

“Look at tha!” He cooed.

“She’s happy” you sighed smiling as you turned to gator “you did this”

Gator looked at you, eyes soft. Your compliment going straight to his heart, the only person to ever compliment him on his parenting was you. And it was the biggest compliment of all.

“Ya did ya fair share” he smiled “ya made her happy the day ya walked in here”

Your heart fluttered in your chest before you turned your attention back towards Dollie who was still grinning with joy, holding out every gift she unwrapped towards you both.

“Ya happy?”

“So happy daddy! Best day ever!” She squealed as she jumped up holding her new horse out towards him, you collected all of the wrapping off the floor in a bag.

“Good” gator smiled “go get ya party dress on, ya new friends will be here soon”

Dollie raced out of the room excited to wear her new dress.

~

“Tara!” You almost squealed as you pulled the door open, the first guest to arrive being your best friend. “Come in”

“Here” Tara grinned as she held the gift bag out towards you “for the birthday girl”

“You didn’t have to!”

Tara waved her hand towards you to dismiss your words, you placed the bag down on the side before holding your arms out towards her.

“Give me him”

Tara laughed as she passed the chunky baby boy into your arms, you placed a kiss to his head as gator walked into the room.

“Oh perfect, Tara this is gator” you smiled “gator this is Tara”

“Hi” gator half smiled.

“Hey! Nice to meet you” Tara grinned as she pulled him into a hug, you smirked as gator tensed up shooting you a look.

“And this” you stepped closer to gator leaning the baby towards him “is Tommy! Isn’t he a dream!” Gator smiled as he looked between you and the baby, he placed his finger in the babies outstretched hand.

“Hey man” gator cooed, your heart melting at the sight.

“I’m gonna take him to meet Dollie” you smiled at Tara, she nodded giving you the go ahead before you walked away leaving gator stood awkwardly with Tara.

“So what’s the deal with you guys?”

Gator exhaled as he looked at her, he didn’t know how much she knew.

“Jus..livin together” he shrugged as she smiled at him, she knew.

“And raising your daughter together, seems more than living together” she grinned at him “she’s a great girl gator, one of a kind” Tara rested her hand against gators arm as she looked at him.“Sometimes we have to push through the worries to get to the good things”

“I know”

“So don’t let a good thing slip away”

Gator didn’t expect Tara to play match maker, they’d only just met. But she was your friend, what had you said about him to make her think this?

“Not even sure she’d want that” gator scoffed.

“What?” Tara laughed looking at him like he’d just said the most stupid thing ever.

“Don’t think she wants a relationship” he shrugged “think she’s happy with how things are”

“Come on now, gator” Tara sighed, but her expression was soft “I know you’re not as stupid as you look”

Gator raised his eyes as he looked down at her, the smirk playing at her lips.

“M’not stupid” gator mumbled.

“Stop acting it then” Tara giggled as she linked her arm through his “let’s go find her”

The rest of the guests came and gator looked awkward meeting every single one of them, he’d clung to your side pretty much the whole time.

“Daddy look” Dollie held out the tiny chick in her hands, gator crouched down next to her giving her all of his attention “can we keep it?”

“Uh, no I don’t think so” he laughed as he looked from the chick to her, her big eyes staring at him with her lips pouted.

“Daddy..”

“Fine”

Dollie squealed as she ran back towards the group of kids sat around the chicks.

“You really stood your ground there” you teased as you stood next to him, chubby baby placed against your hip.

Gator let out a breathy laugh, arm looping around your waist.

“It’s her birthday”

“Hmmm” you teased as you laughed letting your head fall against him “so, what do you think? Of my friends?”

“Seem..cool”

You scoff as you look at him, the smirk he was giving you.

“This one’s the best” gator grabbed tommys foot, stroking his thumb over the bottom of it as Tommy giggled “shit, best sound ever”

“Are you getting soft over a baby?” You giggle as you look at him.

“I think so” gator laughed, your eyes meeting for a moment, oh god you wanted to kiss him. Right here in front of all of your friends, gators eyes fell from your eyes to your lips before moving back to your eyes. Something warm washing over him, he wanted to pull you into him.

“Can I have my baby back?” Tara laughed as she looked at you, smirking noticing the moment unfolding between you and gator.

“Nooooo” you teased as you held Tommy close to you.

“Get your own!” Tara teased as she pulled him from your arms, shooting you a knowing look. You roll your eyes at her, turning back to gator.

“Get your own?” He laughed as he looked at you “that somethin ya want?”

You shrug as you look at him, butterflies flickering through your body.

“I like kids”

“Can tell” he scoffed “wormed ya way into my house to take my daughter”

“Hey!” You laughed as you slapped your hand against his chest, gator laughed as his hand held onto your wrist.

Eyes meeting again, gator looked at the soft smile on your lips as you looked at him. His hand moved to rest against your cheek.

Your stomach was turning, realisation hitting you that this wasn’t just for the sex, it never was. Fuck, you wanted HIM.

“I better go check on everyone..” you nervously smiled at him, tension in the air getting too much for you to handle.

Gator nodded pulling his hand away, disappointed look on his face he tried to hide with a smile.

You walked away to chat with some of your friends as gator watched you go, heart beating rapidly.

“I like your baby” Dollie smiled as she stroked her hand over Tommy’s leg “he’s soft”

“He likes you too” Tara smiled as Tommy grabbed onto Dollie’s hand, Dollie giggled and your heart was about to explode.

Dollie’s eyes settled on tommys face, her tiny finger stroking down his nose.

“He’s like my doll”

“He’s a lot more grumpy” Tara laughed but Dollie didn’t hear her, all of her attention on Tommy.

“Mama, I like babies”

“I know” you smiled softly at her.

Gator walked into the kitchen to grab another beer and hopefully avoid everyone for a few minutes, the party was going really well but he didn’t do people. Especially not this many in one place.

“Are you hiding?” You smile as you walk in behind him “because same” you laugh as he turns towards you beer pressed to his lips.

“Yeah” he scoffed, chest tightening as you step right into his space.

His eyes follow you as you pull the beer from his hands taking a sip, gators thumb gently rubbed across your bottom lip to remove the drip that escaped you.

“Messy girl” he teased, but his voice was low. Like his mind was somewhere else, it was. You were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, living in his house, playing mama to his daughter.

“You love it” you smirk up at him, placing the beer on the counter. Gators arms loop around your waist pulling you closer to him, he felt like a teenager again. Butterflies flooding him, wanting to kiss you.

He’d kissed you many times, he’d been inside you, but whatever this was today felt different. It felt like if he kissed you right now, it would be your first kiss.

It felt like it held something, not just friends, not just lust.

“Shit” gator sighed thinking out loud as he let his forehead fall and land against yours softly, nose brushing yours, your breath hitting his lips.

Gators hands stroked up and down your back, shit shit shit, this felt more than two people who live together and fuck.

“Want ya” gator whispered, lips brushing against yours as he spoke.

You giggle, hand resting against his chest.

“Too many people around” you whisper back, pressing your lips to his softly. A shiver running through you, the tension killing you once again.

Gator shook his head, lips chasing yours to pull you back into a kiss. One of your hands rested against his cheek, the other sat at the back of his neck as he deepened the kiss. A soft groan fell from him as your tongue brushed over his, his hands squeezing your hips.

“Not like tha” he said between kisses. Fear flickered through your body, fear because you wanted that too. But you’d lost everything because of this man, not to forget he’d literally murdered his ex.

You still needed to talk to him about that, it shouldn’t have been such a short conversation. You stroked your thumb across his cheek as you continued to kiss him, his body melting into yours hands moving to your ass.

“Please, baby” you took the words in your mouth, swallowing them down so you could pretend they never happened.

“You don’t want this, gator” you bit down on his bottom lip, he gasped as he pulled you closer.

“Never wanted anythin more”

He wasn’t giving up, he knew what he wanted and he knew you wanted it too. He just needed to break down the walls that you’d built up around him.

~

The rest of the afternoon breezed by, gators eyes stayed on you the whole time. You almost felt nervous under his gaze.

Gator found himself talking to some of the partners of your friends, you watched as he laughed and got lost in the conversation.

It felt so good to see him socialising, he looked so good when he laughed.

“Shall we do the cake?” You smiled as you walked towards him, pulling him from the conversation he was having.

He followed you back into the kitchen, you pulled open the cupboard getting the glittery ‘6’ shaped candle before placing it into the cake.

Gator watched as you lit it, turning to face him.

“Did ya make it?” His eyes were wide as he looked down at the cake, clearly homemade but perfect for Dollie.

It was pink, fondant horses placed across the top with her name piped on perfectly.

“Yeah, shit is it okay? I can take the horses off” you panic hand moving towards the cake.

“No” his hand grabbed onto yours “it’s fuckin perfect” his voice was soft, he couldn’t believe you’d done this for her.

You smiled softly at him, he looked down at the cake smiling.

“Hold it up”

“What?” You laughed as you watched gator pull his phone out of his pocket.

“Hold it up” he pointed the phone in your direction, you felt your cheeks flushing as you picked up the cake holding it in front of you as you smiled.

Gator took the photo quickly before burying his phone back in his pocket, avoiding looking at you. A blush appearing against his cheeks too.

You walk the cake out to Dollie who to your surprise had baby Tommy sat on her lap with the help of Tara, you started to sing as you got closer, gator following behind you recording it.

Tara lifted Tommy off Dollie’s lap as she grinned looking at the cake before looking round at everyone singing to her, the twinkle in her eyes letting you know forcing gator to throw her a party was the right move.

“Make a wish, baby” gator called from behind you as he moved the phone closer to her.

Dollie closed her eyes, taking her time to make her wish before she blew out the candles. Her eyes wide when everyone clapped, you smiled as you watched it all unfold.

~

“Thank you for coming! You repeated as everyone passed you as they left, arms wrapping around them. “Oh baby” you cooed as you squeezed Tommy placing a kiss to his chubby cheek before begrudgingly handing him back to Tara.

“Don’t let this slip away” she whispered in your ear as she hugged you “he seems good for you”

You sigh as you look at her, rolling your eyes once again.

“Bye gator!” Tara grinned as she pulled him into a hug again, he wrapped his arms around her this time realising she isn’t the threat he expected her to be.

“Don’t forget what I said” she giggled as she pulled away from him.

~

“Good day doll?” Gator asked as he ran his hands through her hair.

“I loved it! Best birthday ever!” She giggled as she flopped back against the sofa “I love you daddy”

Gators heart fluttered at her words, it always felt like he was hearing them for the first time every time she said it.

“Love ya more, Dollie girl” he pulled her into his lap, fingers twisting in her curls as she rested against him exhausted from the day.

“Where’s ya chick?” Gator asked as he looked down at her, she lifted her blanket gently to uncover the tiny chick “oh” gator laughed as he looked at her.

“Can it sleep in my bed, daddy?”

Gator exhaled as he looked down at the tiny chick, he really hadn’t thought this through before agreeing.

“Have ta leave it in the barn tonight baby, we can sort it tomorrow”

“No!” Dollie gasped as she looked up at him, blanket covering the tiny chick again to hide it.

“We could put it in a box tonight? With some food? Keep it in your room if that’s okay with daddy” you offer as you smile at them both.

“Yes! Pleasepleasepleaseeeee daddy” Dollie sat up now, looking into his eyes.

“Fine” gator sighed as he kissed the top of her head.

“Yaaaay!” Dollie squealed, jumping up to run towards the boxes in the kitchen that once contained her gifts.

“Pushover” you teased as you looked at him, he smirked but didn’t respond. He knew you were right, there wasn’t much he’d ever say no to when it came to his Dollie girl. That was the way he liked it.

~

You sat on the floor in Dollie’s room watching as gator helped her set up the box for her chick, a wave of sadness washing over you as you thought of the memories of Dollie with the class hamster.

“What ya think?” Gator asked as he smiled at her, her little dimples showing as she grinned back at him.

“Good job daddy, perfect!”

Dollie pulled the blanket off the little chick before placing it inside the box, gator picked the box up and placed it on her bedside table.

“Good idea daddy, I can keep an eye on him!”

“Full of em, doll” he laughed making you laugh, his eyes meeting yours before you bashfully look away.

Oh god, this man. This man and his daughter had such a hold on you.

“Get in then” gator patted the bed and Dollie pouted, you smirked as you watched how this was about to unfold “Dollie..”

“It’s my birthday!” She tried as she pouted again at him, hands on her hips now.

“Fin..”

“But you’ve had such a busy day Dollie girl!” You interrupted as you walked over to her, tickling her making her giggle “need your sleep incase the chick needs you in the night!”

Dollie gasped as she looked at you, like everything you said just made sense.

Gator shook his head as you smirked at him, Dollie climbing into the bed next to him.

“Clever girl mama” Dollie yawned as she stretched her arm around gators chest to hold him. “I liked my new friends”

“Ya did?” Gator smiled softly, his hand smoothing her hair down.

“Mhmmm and baby Tommy” she giggled “I want a baby Tommy” she sighed.

“Ya got ya baby dolls, doll”

“Baby Tommy is…squishy” she giggled as she squeezed at gators tummy “squishy like daddy”

Gator tutted at her swiping her hand away before laughing at her.

“Get some sleep, birthday girl” gator kissed the top of her head.

“Night baby girl” you whispered “hope you had the best day” you kiss the top of her head before walking out of the room, leaving gator to settle her.

~

You picked the envelope up off the doormat, a card for Dollie.

Maybe someone gator forgot about, your heart warmed a little at the thought of someone out there also loving her enough not to forget her special day.

You placed the envelope down on the kitchen counter so you could give it to gator when he returned back downstairs, you cleaned the house as you waited for him.

You packed the left over food into boxes, placing them in the fridge. Maybe gator would want to take them to work with him tomorrow, you thought about Tara’s words.

She was right, what you had here, with gator was special.

“Hey”

You turned around, arms wrapping around his waist.

“Hey” you place a kiss against his chest, gator exhales as his arms wrapped around you “successful birthday?”

“Yeah” he scoffed “hard work, but good” gators head rested ontop of yours “thanks fer everythin”

“You’re welcome, oh” you point towards the envelope on the counter “this was here when I came down” you smiled at him.

Gator loosened his grip on you, eyes locked onto the envelope as his stomach turned.

He walked over to the counter, eyes wild as he looked down at the envelope.

Gator felt like he could throw up on the spot, he recognised the hand writing straight away.

How? How did he find him? How did he know about Dollie? How did he know it was her birthday?

Gator pulled open the envelope hands shaking as you watched him.

“Gator?”

“M’fine”

Gator pulled out the card from the envelope, a pink card with a big 6 on the front, that’s all. Maybe gator was wrong, maybe it was Jenny off reception at work.

He was just panicking, it could be anyone’s hand writing.

He exhaled as his nerves started to settle, his eyes flicking to yours offering you a small smile to reassure you.

He opened the card, you watched as all the colour drained from his face. A strangled sound coming from his throat as he dropped the card onto the counter.

He didn’t say anything, didn’t even look over at you before he raced up the stairs.

You looked down at the card, stomach turning. It was a kids birthday card, what could be so bad about it?

You opened the card and quickly realised this card wasn’t for Dollie, it was sent as a threat disguised as a birthday card.

“See you soon, son”

Was all that was written inside.

Whew guys I wrote this last night when I was delirious from the heat so if it’s bad, we can blame that X 🤣

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