chris evan’s whore

19, hi my name is trina🥰 ( she/her) i love reading smuts and im a whore for chris evans and dilf actors❤️ i reblog fanfics that I WOULD HIGLY RECOMMEND READING 🤚🏼NO MINORS ALLOWED🤚🏼

[wydtrina]

Hello welcome to my blog❤️

Before yall scroll down, lemme remind u that this blog is NOT FOR MINORS AND ITS AN 18+ blog. MINORS please don’t interact with me or my blog if i spot that ur a minor ill definitely block u.

So hello again besties,

Hi im trina, 19, filo, she/her, i love marvel, movies and books in general, and I LOVE CHRIS EVANS, Sebastian Stan ang Tom Hiddleston❤️ I’m very approchable and friendly person and i want to be friends with yall but im a bit shy.

My dms and asks are always open for all please don’t be shy message me or ask me.

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[angrythingstarlight]

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This is what I crave

Pairing:Mafia!Ari x Reader

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, 6'6" Ari, praise kink, size kink

A/N Written on my phone. Last minute mafia monday drabble. 

It’s been hours.

Hours of his plush lips kissing your skin, sucking bruising along your neck. Marking you, claiming you.

Hours of you wrapped tight around him, his arms around you, keeping you pressed into his muscular chest.

Hours of his deep voice in your ear, praising you for making him feel so good, for taking care of him, for being so tight and warm and wet for him until his voice is the only sound you hear.

Hours of his large hands gripping your hips, guiding you over his cock in a languid rhythm, his maddeningly slow pace driving you insane.

Each deliberately deep thrust of his thick cock sends pleasure billowing through you in hazy waves. You feel every slick, warm ridge and throbbing vein, your walls clinging to every inch he gives you.

It’s been hours and hours of this mind-blowing torment.

You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve come apart in his arms but he hasn’t. He knows how many times you’ve cum for him, his blues watching your pretty pussy take all of him greedily sucking him back even when you sob “you can’t cum again“ only for him to respond that you can, you will.

“Ari I oh god please-“ You can’t focus enough to form a coherent sentence.

Not when he’s shifting his hips to go even deeper, not when your belly bulges, not when he grabs your chin and forces you to look into his stormy blue eyes. Not when his pace increases, gaining momentum until the headboard is slamming into the wall.

“Ohfuck-“ you whimper when he grinds his hips, his cock dragging over your sensitive spot as he drops his weight over you, trapping you between his massive, thick body and the bed.

“I know Sunshine, I know,” he murmurs, a smirk flitting across his beard face. “But I’m not done with you yet. You can take it.” He states, his hips snapping into yours, your mouth going slack as you begin to tense up, your pussy clenching down around his cock, the tendrils of another orgasm winding around your pliant body.

“There ya go, that’s it, let go for me.” He encourages, drawing out your pleasure until you’re crying out. “Good girl.” 

“Now let me show you that your pussy was made for me.”

[syntheticavenger]

[marlboromatt-deactivated2022030]

two weeks.

pairing. | dad’s bestfriend!bucky barnes x fem rogers!reader

synopsis. | your dad has to leave for a two week long work conference halfway across the country and asks his best friend and next door neighbor, bucky, to check in on you.

word count. | 1.1k

warnings. | MINORS DNI — age gap (reader is 19), slight-marking?, biting, lots n lots of kissing, complicated relationship?, smut, unsafe sex (please be smart), creampie, lack of foreplay, hot bossy bucky

your father had been constantly reminding you about this conference for almost a month, and the day was finally here. “okay, dad,” you smiled at him, patting him on the shoulder softly, “have a safe flight, yeah?”

“thanks, honey,” he leaned over to press a soft kiss to your forehead, “oh, before i forget; i asked buck to check in on you every once in a while. please don’t give him a hard time.”

you huffed quietly, though your heart felt like it was gonna burst out of your chest. you were definitely gonna give the older man a hard time. you were gonna give him multiple hard times. “i’m almost twenty, i don’t need a babysitter.”

“he’s not a babysitter,” steve retorted before checking his watch, “i gotta go. just- be careful, alright? i love you.”

“love you too,” you called through the open window of your car, waving at him with a smile as he turned to walk into the airport. you pulled out your cell and dialled one of your most frequent contacts, letting it ring a few times before someone picked up.

“darling,” his voice always reminded you of whiskey during a thunderstorm, rugged and soothing all the same.

“bucky,” you mimicked his tone, a grin spreading across your lips. “i’ll be home in ten.”

“i’m heading over right now, doll,” his own smile was evident in his voice before he hung up, leaving you to try as hard as you could to not break any traffic laws.

the man was sitting on your couch when you walked through the door, immediately standing to walk over to you, “god, i’ve missed you,” he muttered, pulling you into a rib-crushing hug.

“i missed you too, buck,” you clutched his leather jacket just as tightly, breathing in the scent that was so uniquely bucky. he pulled away for a moment to look at you, nothing but love in his big blue eyes. you leaned up on your toes to press a soft kiss to his lips, one that he quickly deepened, walking you back through the kitchen to prop you up on the counter, his tongue deep in your mouth.

you whined against him when he brought a hand up to palm at your breasts through your thin tank-top, having already shrugged off your jacket on the way in.

you slid your own hands up his chest and to his leather jacket, pushing it down his arms. he pulled away, leaving you both panting, “strip, darlin,” he muttered as he pulled his own shirt off, his fingers working on his belt buckle.

you yanked the fabric over your head, unclasped your bra, and tossed both of them somewhere across the room before unzipping the front of your skirt and pushing it down your legs, leaving you completely bare for him.

he bit down on his lips as he eyed you like you were a steak and he hadn’t eaten an actual meal in months, and he hadn’t, in that regard. your relationship with him was complicated, to say the least. you’d secretly been on and off with each other for about six months now, having hooked up one night when your dad was out of town and you’d lost your house key, simply walking next door to hang out there until you could actually go home.

but, even when you were off, neither of you touched anyone else. which, in and of itself was risky and stupid, considering the sheer amount of times you’d almost been caught in the act by your dad or your dad’s new girlfriend, Natasha.

you hadn’t actually gotten to spend any time with bucky that didn’t consist of quickies in the bathroom of a houseparty, the two of you slipping away and back before anyone could realize you were gone.

you brought your hand up to the back of bucky’s neck, pulling him down to kiss you again. the kiss was messy and full of lust, just the way you loved it. just the way you loved him.

and you did love him, he loved you too, though. there was something between the two of you that couldn’t be replicated with anyone else, no matter how hard you tried.

one arm clutching his bicep, the other gripping the white marble countertop, bucky slid into you slowly, groaning at the feeling. you gasped quietly, your eyes closing in pleasure. “oh, fuck,” you breathed out when he started rocking in and out of you, just barely moving. “fill me up so well.”

“yeah?” bucky hummed, leaning down to kiss at your neck as he picked up his pace, “this pussy always sucks me right in, darlin. can’t get enough of her.”

you moaned when he bit down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, right on top of your sweet spot, his tongue sliding out to soothe the pain. “m-missed this so much,” you admitted quietly, your head tilting even further to give him more access to your hot skin.

bucky groaned in agreement when you tightened around him, his hands moving down to your hips to rock you against him even harder.

this was insane. actually insane. your dad hadn’t even been out of the house for thirty minutes yet and his best friend was raw-dogging you against the kitchen counter.

“b-bucky,” you panted into his mouth, tiny whimpers and whines slipping from your lips as his fingers dug into the exposed skin of your hips.

“been waiting on stevie to go to that fucking retreat,” bucky confided before capturing you into another heated kiss. hell, him kissing you like that was what got you two into this mess in the first place.

your orgasm hit you like a freight-train, your head falling against the man’s shoulder as he continued railing into you, your fingers clutching the marble countertop so tightly you were starting to lose feeling in your finger-tips.

bucky came right after you with a string of loud cusses, the muscles in his biceps flexing and unflexing. after a beat of silence, he let out a quiet chuckle, “s’gonna be a long two weeks, isn’t it, doll?”

you did nothing but give him a lazy smirk, looking up at him through your lashes. “i would say round too but, uh,” you gestured to the cum leaking out of your cunt, a mixture of his and your own. “shower with me?”

“oh, you know it, doll,” he smirked, holding out his hand to help you off the counter, leaning down to your ear, “i ever tell you how gorgeous you look, all fucked-out on my cock?”

[angelbumbum]

what do you mean “use your words”?? what about “🥺🥺” did you not understand

[guess-my-next-obsession]

The King and Queen in the North

Chapter One: Your Grace

pairing: robb stark x fem!reader

warnings: normal GOT stuff, mentions of rape, mature language, mild angst, the beginnings of fluff

summary: reader is taken prisoner after the Battle of the Green Fork and is surprised to find out that the leader of the rebellion is her childhood friend

words: 1592

a/n: this was loosely based on a request from @apxtelesmasworld. i know this chapter wasn't quite what you asked for but i'm hoping the next few chapters satiate your fluffy desires :)

You hadn't asked for the life you were given. In fact, the older you grew, the more apparent it became that life seemed to not want you as much as you didn't want it. A bleak conclusion, some might say. But you knew life more intimately than the average person.

Born into a family of some humble esteem, you were raised as Lady Y/N Stonehouse of Storms End until King Robert Baratheon and Ned Stark won their rebellion. Your family aligned with House Stark and Baratheon and you relocated to Winterfell at age three. While there, you befriended Robb Stark, a boy three years your junior. You and Robb were inseparable, that was until the day King Robert called upon your father to move to Casterly Rock, where your father worked as a knight under Lord Tywin Lannister.

You knew the moment you left Winterfell at the age of ten that life would never be the same again. The Lannisters were a family you were born to hate, taught not to trust, but were now bound by law to serve. You could have dealt with the life given to you if you were only a handmaiden to a Lannister, but as previously mentioned, life wasn't fond of you.

After years of being raped and abused by Lords and lowborns all the same, you found yourself being walked into a camp of rebels of the new King as a prisoner, your ankles shackled with iron and your entire form covered with blood and dirt from the Battle of Green Fork. The battle hadn't affected you much, especially considering these rebels put an end to all of your abusers lives. But there was one thing did rattle you, or rather one person.

“Lord Stark,” You called out as you watched your old childhood friend walk past you, now a burdened-looking man. Robb slowed his walking to a halt and looked back in your direction, his pretty face completely void of emotion. You watched with a fading smile as he studied you from head to toe for a moment before placing you in his somewhere in his memory. Robb’s eyes began to light up ever so subtly as he began to recall your face in his memory.

"You will refer to King Stark as 'your grace', whore." Robb's companion, a lean dirty looking blonde, commanded. But much to the surprise of Robb's greasy looking companion, he ran over to you with brows furrowed and held your face in his leather glove covered hands.

“Lady Y/N?” He asked in a soft and hesitant tone, as if part of him was terrified that he was mistaken and was now holding a stranger. With a relieved chuckle, you nodded, grinning at him from ear to ear as he curled his lips in delight. “Oh, thank the gods. It’s been years! How are you? Are you well?”

“I can't believe I'm in front of you again.” You grabbed his hands and removed them from your face so that you could properly hug him. His body felt so rigid with all the armor adorning his frame, a testament of how the times had changed. "I'm well, but you really mustn't worry about me. You've surely got bigger things to worry about...your grace."

You shot a glare over at the blonde.

“Please, allow me to just be Robb to you, my Lady.” He pulled away and looked into your eyes, his blue orbs the one thing that stayed the same about him over the years. Your eyes flickered to his companion that remained staring at you, his hand resting on his sword as though to warn you. Robb noticed your distraction and whipped his head over to look at the lad. "There's no need to threaten her, Theon. She means no harm."

"We don't know that, do we? She is a prisoner of a Lannister camp, after all." Theon tilted his head at you as he walked over, hand still clutching his sword as he gave you a good look. You felt your stomach turn with the way he smiled at you, remembering him vaguely as being Ned Stark's annoying ward from the Iron Islands. "Your hair is too dark to make you a Lannister. Are you from the South or North?"

“North." You answered, voice threatening to expose your distaste for him. You flickered your eyes to Robb, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at his mere presence.

"Lady Y/N grew up with us in Winterfell. Her family left when I was just a boy..." Robb answered, his tone as calm and calculated as it always was. His eyes never left yours as he spoke, stirring something in you that you thought you'd laid to rest years ago. "As were you, Theon."

"Doesn't ring a bell." He replied cockily, smirking at you. "Maybe if I get a look of you naked I might remember."

"Theon--" Robb placed his hand on the shoulder of his comrad, their eyes meeting in a tense glare.

"No need to defend my honor, your grace. Lord Greyjoy had quite the...busy childhood from what I recall." You started, finding your footing in the conversation. You smirked at Theon, tilting your head in the same condescending way he had only a minute prior. Theon watched with anger as Robb allowed you to speak down to him. "It makes sense that he doesn't remember me. I assume he was a bit busy trying to remember his own family. Weren't you, Lord Greyjoy? Tell me, how are the Iron Islands?"

"Listen, you little cunt--" Theon hurled forward towards you but was pulled back by his cloak, Robb completely unafraid of the boy.

"Leave...her...be." He demanded in a slow, threatening voice, imparting pure terror onto the boy with only three words.

You always wondered how that little boy you chased around Winterfell grew up to command an army, but now you could see it--that undefinable quality that made a man a King. With new, clearer eyes, you watched as Theon stepped away, cursing Robb's name as he fled back to his tent. Robb waited until Theon was out of sight before he turned back to you, the look of shame covering his face.

"You look so down, your grace." You lifted your hand, your body acting on its desire to hold his face, but quickly drew it back to your side. Robb chuckled, whether it was at your observation or your act of restraint you weren't sure. "Theon hasn't offended me any more than any other man now that I am a woman. Sometimes I wish I could just go back and be a child, though I'm not sure even that would get rid of their...attention."

"I want you to know that I am not the kind of man that will bring harm to you, Lady Y/N. I have nothing but respect for you and your family, and I swear to you that my men will do nothing to further cause you any hurt." Robb stepped closer to you and you swore your cheeks were burning a bright red. He lifted his hand to stroke a piece of fallen hair from your face, his eyes travelling over your features for a beat. "If they do...tell me, and I will personally make sure they never get the chance to speak another word to anyone."

"You'd really cut out a man's tongue to defend my honor, your grace? Be careful, I might think you still hold a torch for me if you cut out more than one." You spoke with a content grin, leaning into his touch perhaps a bit more than was appropriate given his status as King. Robb welcomed your affections, however, and swept his finger under your chin so that your eyes could meet his. Before he could lean in for your lips, his name was being called.

“Your grace," A young man approached from behind Robb, causing him to pull away from you and clear his throat before turning around. "Lady Stark has returned and has requested your presence."

"Yes, tell her I will be there in a moment." His voice lingered somewhere between the softness it held while talking to you and the authority he commanded earlier with Theon. He watched the boy leave for his mothers tent and sighed, his head turning to you. "I have to go..."

"Well, I'm technically your prisoner, so there isn't really much possibility of me leaving you." You reminded, lifting the hem of your dress to show your ankle restraints. Robb nearly gasped at the sight before looking to a nearby guard.

"Free her." He commanded and the guard knelt to unlock your shackles. Robb grabbed your hand and kissed it, his lips lingering against the soft skin of your hand. "You are no prisoner. Not as long as I'm King of the North."

"So you'd let me leave?" You asked, tilting your head and searching his eyes. You knew the kind of woman you clawed your way to become--someone kind, clever, and honorable--you only needed to figure out the kind of man he'd become.

"Of course." Your head fell a bit as you reeled in the disappointment of his reply. But before you could become too upset, Robb lifted your chin and spoke softly, his voice wavering as though he was nervous. "But if you would choose to honor me as your King, I only ask that you obey one wish..."

"Yes, your grace?" You replied in a small, embarrassed tone, unsure of his next words.

"Stay."

[wydtrina]

i hope this is an au where robb didn’t die on the red wedding🙏🏼

[mcubrunette]

Suit of Armor

Pairing: Richard Madden x Reader

Summary: I tell Richard exactly how I felt about Eternals and what he has to do to make up for what he put me through.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: ETERNALS SPOILERS, Smut, 18+ (NO MINORS PERMITTED), Swearing, Daddy Kink (for 1 second, its short I promise!), grammar and spelling mistakes

A/N: This is definitely inspired by the rant my roommate was subjected to after I returned home from seeing Eternals minus the smut

“Are you alright, love? You ready for this?” He asked as he gazed down on me. His hand on my thigh as he sat next to me in the back of the big black SUV.

“Are you kidding me” I exclaimed. “Of course I’m ready. Richard I get to see you for the first time in a fricken Marvel movie. I've been waiting for this since I found out you got the part two years ago, you know how much I love these movies.”

Richard chuckled in response “I know that much love”, then sighed, “I just know it can be a lot going on the carpet, I know how anxiety inducing it can be for you” as he leaned his forehead against mine.

Having been in a relationship for the last 3 years together, I had appeared next to Richard on a handful of red carpets by now. But that being said, I never could get used to the noise of all the screaming, cameras clicking and the general feeling of everyone’s eyes on me (even though I’m pretty sure most eyes remained on the handsome man beside me and I was a mere afterthought).

“I promise I will let you know if it becomes too much. But I think I’ll be distracted anyway, I’m just too excited to see you on the screen as a real superhero!” I looked up at him with a smile trying to show how proud I am of this accomplishment.

Then, just at that moment the car pulled to a stop and that’s when I started to tune in to all the noise that awaited us outside.

Richard gently grabbed my chin and turned me to face towards him, away from my gaze on the carpet mere feet from us “Just keep ahold of my hand and if it becomes too much just squeeze my hand and focus on me, I will get us off there as soon as I can”.

“Okay, I can do that” I looked up at him through my lashes “let’s do this”.

The driver came around and opened the door, giving me a hand and Richard following behind me.

We were immediately whisked down the carpet into the flurry of flashes from the camera and shouts from the fans and photographers.

But I remained focused on the feeling of Richard's strong hand in mine, or when he let go to wrap his arm around my waist I focused on the pressure of his body on mine. Soon enough it was over and we were heading to the theater.

After a brief catch up with Gemma, talking about how we must get together for a holiday gathering within the next couple months, Richard guided me to the front for our seats.

I could tell Richard was antsy for it to start as he wouldn’t stop moving in his seat. He puts so much pressure on himself and this was the moment everyone would see him hard work, and he did not want to disappoint.

Just as the lights were dimming, I reached over to Richard to grab his attention, reaching a hand around his neck I brought his ear close to mine and whispered “I love you, and I am so proud of you already, I know it will be amazing”

He rubbed his forehead against mine before dipping down, kissing my cheek and saying “thanks baby, I love you so much”

And we turned our heads as the film began.

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I.. I didn’t even know what to say. The movie ended and everyone stood for a round of applause. I was slow to get out of my seat and clap. Richard looked down at me asking how it was and all I could do was give a small reserved smile and saying “it was great”. I quickly gave him a kiss of the cheek “well I guess it’s time to be on our way then”.

Richard gave a slight inquisitive look but I looked away and took his hand to lead him out the door.

There was an after party gathering hosted by Angelina in the bar of a nearby hotel we made our way over to. Non-stop of people coming up to Richard congratulating him on his performance, and a few punches to the shoulder exclaiming how they couldn’t believe he was the bad guy in the end.

I just waited back, sat next to the bar in the corner waiting for him to finish making his rounds.

Just then he caught my gaze as he was amidst a conversation with a couple crew members. He gave me that look I knew meant he was trying to figure out how I was doing. He gave me a thumbs up signal in question just to confirm his question was coming through to me.

I gave him a small smile and thumbs up in return to confirm I was okay where I sat.

“Can I get you anything miss” the bartender asked, drawing my attention away from my gorgeous man, to the bar I sat at.

“Oh no I’m okay thank you thou- oH hi” I was interrupted by the hands wrapping around my waist.

“Let’s get out of here” he whispered into my ear with that deep Scottish drawl, and the couple beers he’s had only accentuated his accent further.

“Okay” I whispered back, nodding.

As we got in the back of the car the driver let us know we should arrive home in about 20 minutes, before closing the partition.

I stared out the window watching the city pass by, my hands non-stop fidgeting with my phone on my lap.

Richard look over and grabbed my hand, “are you okay love” he asked. I turned around seeing a look of mild concern on his face.

“I’m good” I replied shortly, turning my head back to face the outside which transitioned from the bright city lights and screens to the more subdued suburban neighborhood atmosphere.

“Um okay” he replied, and I could tell he wasn’t exactly convinced.

We sat in silence until we reached out home about 10 minutes later, pulling into the driveway. The driver came around and opened my door, Richard meeting me around the front of the car. He turned back to thank the driver and handed him a tip as I already made my way towards the house.

I was just setting my purse down on the console in the entryway when Richard made his way through the door.

As he closed the door behind him he began to speak “love are you really sure you are okay I wasn’t expecting you to be this qui- Oompf” as he was silenced by me pushing him up against the door and attaching my lips to him in a fury of passion.

I ran my hands up his chest, over his tux, up the back of his neck into his hair. I couldn’t resist giving a little tug which elicited a low moan from him. His arms that had been moving up and down my waist pressed in even harder.

“So I’m guessing you liked the movie” he panted, each word said in between kisses as began to make his way from my mouth to planting kisses along my jaw towards my neck.

“NO” I exclaimed, pushing myself away from him, turning my back to him.

“Umm..” he froze not sure how to react, “what do you mean love?” And I just knew he had a confused look on his face as he said it without even turning around.

“I can’t believe you did that to me” I whispered, tears almost threatening to form in my eyes.

“Wha- what did I do-“ “YOU KILLED YOURSELF” I yelled, turning around unable to keep my anger restrained.

He just leaned against the door, incredibly confused “umm..”

“You were SO HOT” I exclaimed throwing my hands in the air, “and then you just THREW YOURSELF INTO THE SUN”.

It was then a small smirk began to develop on his face.

“Looove..” he drawled out, beginning to walk over to me, “you know I didn’t have a choi-“ “I don’t care” I interrupted as I began to walk further into the house, throwing my coat onto the entryway bench and making my way into the kitchen.

“So you liked the film?” He asked, trying to confirm my thoughts on his work.

“Objectively, it was an amazing movie” I said. Hesighed with a smile on his face, satisfied that I did in fact enjoy the film, which I interrupted by adding, “but subjectively I hate you and Ikaris and anyone else who had a role in killing off who is clearly the hottest superhero in the MCU”

“But he betrayed his family lov-“ “No, I don’t care, I refuse to accept that as an excuse” I shook my head at him.

“But he-“ “no Richard there is nothing you can say that will make this better. You make me so happy by telling me you are a marvel superhero, getting me all hyped up, and turns out you were evil and going to kill yourself so you won’t even be in another movie which means I don’t get to stare are you in that uniform anymore.” I was left breathing heavily out of air upon finishing my rant.

He started slowing making his way over to me where I rested against the counter, putting his arms on either side of my body against the edge of the counter, trapping me.

“So you’re biggest issue with the movie was that it means you will no longer get to see me dressed as a superhero” he looked down on me with a smile on his face, trying to hold back laughter.

“Yes that is essentially the issue here” I nodded, a smirk now appearing on my face “because you know,” my arms going up his chest to behind his neck pulling his ear down near my mouth “you were just so sexy in that uniform I could hardly handle it”.

“Well if it was hard for you to handle, maybe it’s for the best I’m no longer in it” his hands coming off the counter to wrap around my waist whispering in my ear and finishing with a little nip at my ear.

“Oh no, I don’t think so” I noted wryly, my hands coming back down his front, now starting to drift over the top of his pants lining.

“Because,” I added, “it would be to your benefit if I got to see you even more as Ikaris” looking up at him.

“Oh yeah, why is that” he hummed, his hands drifting further down below my hips.

“Because seeing you in that uniform, seeing you fly around shooting later beams out of your eyes destroy evil monsters” I paused to take a breath, “made me want you to bend me over and take me right there in the middle of the theater with no care for anyone there who was watching” I finished, pausing to look up at him and stare him in the eyes, in an attempt to challenge him.

“Hmm well do you want to go down to the theater room, I can bend you over the couch and fulfil your fantasy” his hands reaching the curve of my underside giving a gentle squeeze with those large hands on his.

But before I could rebuttal he added “or would fucking you here on the counter be up to your satisfaction because I really can’t wait another minute to rip that dress off of you”

“Here will be fine” I said before slamming my lips against his again and he lifted me effortlessly up onto the counter.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hand slipping down to press against his growing bulge.

“God you had me scared you didn’t like the movie” he breathed as he kissed down my neck, his hands now drifting to my back to undo my dress.

“Of course I loved it, you idiot, but I’m still expecting you to make up for throwing my new favourite MCU character into the sun”.

He pulled back to look at me, a twinkle in his eyes as he said “oh I think I can do that, love” and reattached our lips in a heated make out.

He finished undoing my back so he pulled the dress down to my hips then I leaned back so he could finish pulling it down my legs. All that remained was the dark blue lingerie set, with flecks of gold detail, I had specifically bought for this night.

“Wow, you really are Ikaris’ biggest supporter” he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

“I’m your biggest supporter actually” I corrected, as I grabbed a fistful of the front of his suit to bring him closer to me. I pushed his shirt jacket off his shoulders onto the floor.

I carefully, but quickly, I began unbuttoning his white dress shirt as he undid his bow tie. Soon I was pushing the shirt onto the floor to join the jacket, our lips never leaving each other for a moment. Until I pushed him back so I could hop off the counter and sink to my knees, hands quickly going to unbutton his slacks.

“Love, I thought I was making it up to you tonight” he questioned as he tried to give a gentle tug under my arm to pull me back up.

I kept myself solid on the ground, managing to open his pants and pull down them, and his boxers, enough to have his hard cock fly out and up against his stomach.

“I know, but I can’t help but want to also show you how proud I am of you still” my hand wrapping around him, not quite all the way

“Okay, if you’re certai-ohhhh god” he groaned as my tongue touched the tip of his cock, and my mouth wrapped around him right after. His head tilted back, eyes closed and hands instinctively grabbed a hold of my hair.

“God FUCK you suck my cock so good” he panted, and looked down at me again to see me looking back up at him as I tried to take as much as I could of him, my hands working to pleasure what my mouth couldn’t reach.

He gently applied pressure to the back of my head, “a little further I know you can do that babygirl”.

As I attempted to hollow out my cheeks and go further, along with his pushing, his cock slipped a bit too far eliciting a gag from me.

Richard immediately stopped and pulled me back with a concern look on his face. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to go that far” he breathed out with worry.

“I’m good I swear” I said as I tried to catch my breath, “your pleasure is worth as little pain” I added, as I went back to sucking his cock.

“I should remember you do love to mix pain with your pleasure” beginning to grab a hold of my hair again. I winked up at him in response and all he could do was let out a continuous moan as I slobbered all over his member.

Within a few moments though he was pulling me off panting out “okay you gotta stop now because I refused to not finish inside of you” and I mean, who was I to refuse that.

In a blur I was up on the counter again, Richard pushing me to lean back as he leaned over to inhale the smell of the mess that had been made in my panties.

A second later and my underwear was pulled down my legs and thrown over his shoulder to join the growing pile of clothing.

He grabbed under my knees pushing my legs back and outward to give him room to lean himself down and lick a long stripe up through my mound. His face came up to look at me, gleaming from my wetness that was now around his mouth, nose and chin. “You truly are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted” he proclaimed.

He turned his attention back downwards and he dove back in, this time focusing on my top area which houses the most sensitive, and unforgiving, bundle of nerves.

I could help but lean back on my arms and let out the loudest moan of the night between the two of us.

“Don’t stop making those sounds, love. I want to hear them all night long” he said, eyes now straying from the prize before him “lets let the hold neighbourhood know how good I’m making you feel”.

And with that he inserted his first first index into me, eliciting more of the moans he so desperately wanted to hear.

I couldn’t help reaching with one hand down to grab at his hair, pushing through from the grey streak at the front to the back of his head, while my other hand remained on the counter to support me upright.

“God Richard please, please god I’m gonna cum soon”

“Are you gonna cum for me baby? Hmm, you gonna cum all over my face for me? His voice muffled as he continued his feast devouring me within an inch of my life.

All I could do was groan and throw my head back desperate for release, “please Richard I need more, give me more”

And in an answer to my wishes he took the chance to insert a second finger. As he curled those large fingers of his up, hitting just the right spot, I couldn’t help but yell “FUCK RICHAAARD” drawing his name out with my release.

When I became reoriented I looked down to see Richard now back upright with his hands on either side of me as he leaned over me to dip down and glide his mouth over mine. I could taste myself on him as he slid his tongue in to entangle with my own, only causing me to release another moan due to the eroticism of it all.

Richard pulled away and said “Are you ready for me to fuck you so hard you won’t even remember the name of the movie you just saw?”

After letting out a low moan, I replied “if you set those expectations you better deliver on them”, finishing with a wink.

“When have I ever let you down in the pleasure department love” he chuckled as he bent down to give me a quick kiss.

“However,” he added, “ I am quite old and as much as I want to climb up here on the counter with you, my knees just aren’t built for that anymore so you mind taking this to the couch, love” he asked as he peppered kisses down my neck.

“Anything you need to deliver on the pleasure, old man” I joked, causing him to lightly bite my ear in rebuttal.

He leaned back and finally pulled his pants and boxers all the way off his legs before picking me up where I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the couch just a few meters away.

Immediately he was on top of me, the weight of him pressing into me and just making me more hot and bothered as I ran my hands down his back.

He really kept up with his training even after Eternals wrapped and I don’t doubt it was partly because he just knows how it affects me.

“Lean up, I don’t want any article of clothing separating us from each other” he claimed, as I sat up so he could unhook my bra.

I leaned back and immediately his mouth was around my one breast as his hand tweaked and pulled at the other breast’s nipple, causing me to let you another moan and proclaim “Richard I love you but I need you to get your cock inside me before I actually combust”.

I heard the muffled sounds of his laughter from between my breasts “okay love whatever you want, this night is now completely yours”.

With that he reached his hands down to grab my thighs and push them to the sides to open myself up to him. His mouth had now moved back to the crook of my neck, no doubt leaving more marks for me to cover tomorrow, as he reached down to guide himself to my opening.

Before entering however, he leaned back just enough so our noses were barely touching, as he looked me in the eyes to say “I love you” and held my stare as his cock entered me.

We both let out simultaneous moans, our heads each tilting back as we became overwhelmed in the pleasure.

“Ughh fuuuck” he let out through clenched teeth, “why are you always so fuckin right” as he neared fully entering me.

“Why are you always so fuckin bIG” I chirped back, as he slammed his hips into mine to completely enter me.

We both just paused in order to fully adjust and mentally calm each of our bodies down so we could last for more than 5 seconds.

“Okay I’m good” I breathed, “give it to me Richard”.

He didn’t need to be told twice as he began to thrust his hips in and out, and quickly picking up his pace.

Richard's hands then moved down to grab the backs of my thighs in order to wrap them around his waist, which enabled me to pull him in even closer.

“Baby girl you feel so good” he moaned, his upper half coming so he could capture my mouth with his. His rapid thrusts inhibited any rhythmic kissing, just a clash of tongue and teeth in an attempt to get as close as we possibly could to one another.

“Fuck Richard go deeper, harder, just more god I need more, just give me everything you have” I pleaded with him, nearing a state of complete delusion at the intensity of pleasure already.

“Yes ma'am” he replied and with that hitched my thighs up even more so that he could lift my legs up and over his shoulders.

“Oh-oHh my fuuck Richard, yes god, yes keep.. going.. yess” I tried to get words out to let him know how I felt as I was running out of air. Each thrust of his taking my breath away.

With the new position, the angle allowed him to reach the deepest point inside of me yet this evening.

“I can see myself bulging from your stomach, that’s so fuckin hot babygirl” he proclaimed as he leaned back to watch as he entered and excited my soaking cunt.

All I could do was lie there and nod along, complete delusion having set it as the pleasure overwhelmed me.

“Are you gonna cum for me baby, huh? You gonna let go for me and cum all over my cock?” He grunted out the words which furthered my state of incompetence.

All I could get out was a jumble of words, “fuck.. cum.. I’m.. hard.. there” which signalled to Richard I was nearing my release.

He breathed over me and said “yeah I know you want to come, can you come with me? I’m about to cum too. Cum with me while I fill you all up with my cum babygirl. ”

As he said those words he reached down to rub my clit and within a second I was bursting around him “oH Richard fuck fuck fuc fuh fuhhh” as my cunt contracted around his cock, which brought him to his release as well, “god fuckin hell, look at you squeezin my cock like that, you want every last drop in that pussy don’t ya” he moaned out, as he rocked out his final thrusts.

He removed my legs from him shoulders allowing him to rest down onto me, head going to the crook of my neck, his weight helping calm my rapid heart rate as I calmed down, both our breaths starting to slow.

“That was so good Rich, just what I nee-wHOA” I was pulled from my thoughts as all of a sudden I was flipped on to my stomach and his arms around my waist to pull me on to all fours. I turned around to find him kneeling on the couch behind me, palming at my ass.

“I think I owe you one more for all the heartbreak I put you through” he said with a wink, eyes twinkling with a slight hint of mischievousness. My mind drifted back to what had started all this in the first place, the movie, Ikaris, honestly seemed like a week ago at this point where I was in my mental state of pleasure mixed with exhaustion.

“I think you can give me one more, right baby? You give one more to daddy?

He knew that word was my kryptonite.

I let out a low groan and dug my head into the couch pillow as I felt one of his hands wrap around my waist as if to hold me steady, while the other inserted two of its digits into my sopping cunt.

I could hear the sound of our juices mixing as he thrust his fingers in and out, his thumb going to rub at my clit.

As sensitive and tired as I was, I couldn’t help my body from thrusting backward to meet his movements.

“Ri.. Richard.. I.. I don’t know.. I need” I could express anything I was feeling. I was so far gone.

Richard leaned his body over top of mine so he could whisper right in my ear, “C’mon baby I know you can do this for me, ready? When I tell you to cum you’re gonna cum for me, can you do that for me sweet girl? “

All I could give was a shaky nod in reply.

“Cum” he demanded.

And with that the dam broke. A gush of fluid spurting out of my cunt, drenching him and myself “fuuuuck” was all I had in me to moan out before collapsing on the couch.

I was zoned out, on the verge of sleeping when I felt kisses along my back up until they reached my cheek.

“I’ll be right back” Richard whispered in my ear and all I could give was a “hmm” in reply.

Seconds or minutes later I couldn’t be sure, I felt Richard's hands helping me to turn over, “I’m just going to clean you up a bit” he said before I felt a warm towel in between my legs cleaning up the mess we both contributed to.

“The couch.. oh god the couch” was all my mind could go to as I felt the wetness all around me.

“Shh shh it’s okay, don’t worry about that I’ll take care of it. Just relax for me, okay sweet girl?” I nodded in reply as he kissed my forehead.

Richard managed to get me seated and wrapped one of the couch blankets around me before scooping me into his arms to bring me upstairs to our bedroom.

I nearly fell asleep as I curled my face into his neck, but was awakened by the bright lights of the en-suite being turned on.

I let out a groan of displeasure from the bright lights and mumbling about wanting to go to bed.

“I know love, just need you to go pee first, don’t want you getting a UTI now don’t we?” he said as he led me to the toilet, and I grumbled an “I guess now” in return.

He left the bathroom to I assume ready the bed and give me some privacy. I finished my business and managed to get up and go wash my hands. As I looked in the mirror I looked so freshly fucked, I knew I’d have marks all over me tomorrow, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I zoned out just staring in the mirror until Richard appeared behind me, a single kiss to my neck interrupting my wandering thoughts, “let’s get you to bed” he said and pulled me to the bedroom.

He led me to the bed where he had a white T-shirt of his waiting to slip over me. After helping me into that he helped me tuck into bed before going to shut all the lights off and closed the blinds before slipping into bed himself. He layed close behind me, arm coming around my waist to pull me close to him, entwining our legs and head nestling into my neck.

With one last kiss to me cheek he whispered, “I hope I made it up to you enough, love”

“I still hate you” I said with a small smile on my face, my eyes already closed and ready for sleep.

“What if I called production and asked if I could get the costume to wear for you around the house, would that make things better, hmm?” He hummed in my ear.

“Yes,” I said “yes that would”.

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Promises

Pairing: Ikaris x Reader

Summary: Ikaris comes home later than he promised his wife after fighting a deviant, luckily the high he is on after battle will help fuel his night of making it up to her.

Word Count: 6.0K

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS PROHIBITED), oral (both receiving), spanking, slapping, nipple play, choking, hair pulling, degradation, daddy kink, swearing… lmk if I missed anything else but the point is… it’s pretty dirty so be prepared but everything IS CONSENSUAL

***NO ETERNALS SPOILERS***

A/N: well people seemed to not completely hate my last Ikaris smut?? so here’s some more for all you horny people out there, happy weekend!

I anxiously paced around the kitchen, trying to find any little thing to clean or organize to pass the time and help calm my nerves.

Ikaris had woken me early this morning in bed to let me know he had heard from Ajak that there was a deviant which required his abilities. With a kiss to my forehead and a whisper that he would be back before sunfall, I heard him open and close our bedroom balcony doors and with a faint ‘whoosh’ I knew he’d flow off high into the sky.

I knew Ikaris was absolutely capable of handling whatever creature he went up against and he would do anything to get himself home safe to me. That being said, I could not help the slight twisting feeling I got in my stomach when the sun had now been set for several hours and he had yet to return. 

That was until as I was in the midst of trying to rearrange the fruit bowl for pure distraction, there was a thud heard from the backyard.

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All For You

Pairing: David Budd x Female Reader

Summary: After the incident on the train that night, David returns to the apartment replaying different scenarios in his head had things gone wrong; specifically, one with you involved.

Warnings: Smut 18+ (consensual and unprotected sex, snuggle-fuck, vaginal penetration and fingering, breath play, some roughness and dirty talk). Infidelity. Language. Sad vibes.

Disclaimer: Bodyguard (2018) TV series spoilers. This may effectively spoil episode one if you haven’t watched the show. This is set towards the beginning of the episode, but before the rest of the series plays out.  

Title Inspiration: “All For You” by Night Riots

A/N: 1) The song mentioned above is beautiful. Please give it a listen. It sets the mood for this piece. 2) Here’s to our fragile babe.

It was late when David made it back to the apartment. The room was dark, all the lights were shut off, but there’s a considerable amount that shone out from the window of the city, illuminating his path around, and there was a faint smell of food that filled his nostrils from the half empty box of cold pizza laid out on the coffee table in front of the television.

The small details sent a warm feeling throughout his body. Countless memories scrolled in his head as he looked over at the empty couch, thinking back to all the times he’d watch you eat food there while your favorite show that season was on, him joining you to cheer on your hometown sports team, the both of you falling asleep during a movie. He swore y’all dined more at that coffee table than the table in the kitchen.

He lifted the lid of the box and thought if he was really hungry or not. It had his favorite toppings on it, but no matter how appealing the dish was, tonight’s events were too fresh and powerful to brush aside.

He had successfully foiled a terrorist attack on the train taking him and his kids back home. David had been through a lot during his term in Afghanistan, but he’d never been more scared in his life than when he thought about all the things he’d be robbed of had Nadia pushed the button on the trigger of the bomb strapped around her.

Ella and Charlie always came first in his life. His children meant the entire world to him. As much as David loved the time he had with them even if it was the dreading moments of having to send them back to their mother, he cherished every single second. The weekend the three of them spent at his mother’s was what he needed to help him clear his head. It’s insane to think just how quickly life can turn around.

After properly storing the food into the refrigerator, he shrugs his jacket off and sets his footwear against the wall and out of the way before heading towards his room except he never goes inside. He looks over to the room across and he can see you tucked and in bed from the slit of your opened door.

So many thoughts run through David’s mind, he feels like he could explode at any minute. The world was a mess enough as it is. The war didn’t do or leave him any favors. His unpredictable moods left him and his wife Vicky estranged. He couldn’t be there all the time for Ella and Charlie as they had to bounce back and forth between each parent. The only light in all of this was knocked out in the next room.

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@ my mutuals who are struggling to love themselves right now or just in general. I love you and I’m proud of you. You’ll get there. You’re worth it.

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3K?!?!?!?!

I am so thankful for each and every one of you and I can’t explain how much I love and appreciate all of your support! I have decided to make an announcement that I will be moving some of my fics to my Wattpad account so they’re more accessible to people who don’t like tumblr as much or have a hard time reading tumblr on their laptops.

I’ve linked my profile in my bio so it’s easy to access! 

I am also going to change up my taglist so it’s more easy for me to manage and more clear about who wants tagged in what.

Some special people I want to thank are my best friends @halsmultibitch​ and @jeyramarie​ for being there for me during the rough times I have had over the past year and encouraging me to write for myself and not to please others. 

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CONGRATULATIONS

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Richard Madden Masterlist

(On-going) (Very new)

PLAYLIST LINK: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V0yRc3-KK6U

A/N: This is going to be a masterlist based on a playlist that is one of my favorites :) This may take a while to complete but i will try to finish it as fast as i can! ( For right know I’m only working on David and Ikaris but later on i will write about prince kit, Robb Stark, and Richard madden himself. )

DAVID BUDD :

Enemy: https://imnotabitch-imabadass.tumblr.com/post/673395082987225088/enemy

Playground:

Warriors: 

G-ns for hire: 

Get The Party:

IKARIS :

Phoenix: 

RISE:

As we fall:

Legends Never Die:

Ignite (Alan walker) :

Ignite (Ft Zedd) :

POP STARS: 

VILLAIN: 

THE BADEST:

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still salty, my fav characters of richard madden is 💀💀

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Restitution - Chapter Twenty

Author's Note: Thank you to everyone for sticking with me for twenty chapters. Here's our finale. I hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: 4,116

Masterlist

Warnings: Chapter within a smut fanfiction series, erotica level explicit writing in previous chapters, sexual situations, adult humor and suggestive themes below the cut. NSFW, Explicit content, 18+ readers only.

Chapter Twenty

You returned to work and found that the familiar pace of the museum leveled out your mood. When Charlotte turned four months old, you started attending mother and baby art classes on Saturday afternoons. By the five month mark, she began to crawl and her personality started to shine through. This livened up the household considerably as she investigated anything below three feet high, including shoe racks, the coffee table shelves, and the front loader washing machine. She liked to sit in front of the glass and watch the clothes spin around, giggling at the sloshing sounds the water made.

From the depths of Steve’s closet, she pulled out a pair of shiny dress shoes that once belonged to his uniform. You tried to protect them from her sticky fingers, but once she claimed them, the shoes became hers. Staring into the reflective surface of the patent leather was one of her pastimes. Like your mother predicted, your bond with her grew after she was out of the newborn stage. Grudgingly, you admitted she’d been right. The early days were boring. Coming home to see what Charlotte had gotten into was a delight. She liked to drag Steve’s dress shoes around by their laces, even though the giant size thirteen oxfords were almost as big as she was. Her father’s determination appeared to be hereditary.

After passing her six month check up with flying colors, Steve asked if you would consider taking her to Washington D.C. He wanted Dr. Helen Cho, one of the international scientists who’d worked on him, to check if Charlotte had inherited any of his enhancements. You thought it was a good idea to find out sooner rather than later and agreed.

Just before Halloween, you made the trip to a government laboratory near Georgetown to meet with the scientists. Two of the doctors from “Project Rebirth,” the name of the program that had created Steve, flew in to conduct the tests. They spent three days studying Charlotte. Helen Cho was a professional, business-like woman who’d come all the way from South Korea. You appreciated her ability to explain complicated things in simple terms and found her to be an attentive listener. Bruce Banner arrived from Culver University in New Mexico to participate in the exams. He was about the same height as Dr. Cho, with brownish gray hair and an introverted personality. Despite his incredible shyness, he was brilliant with Charlotte. You adored him for that alone. At the end of the testing, they asked you to bring her in for an office visit to review their findings.

An assistant showed you and Steve to Dr. Cho’s office. She poured coffee and reported that the doctors would be in shortly. Charlotte turned fussy and Steve knelt down to liberate her from the restraints of her carrier. As soon as he unclipped the buckles, the little speed demon took off towards the corner. She charged straight for the Mass Cane tree, or rather for the glossy metal planter that held its roots. The reflective surface drew her like a moth to a flame.

Steve shook his head.

“Are we raising a daughter? Or did the hospital swap her with a magpie?”

“If they did, we’re about to find out.”

He let Charlotte examine the planter, but when she grabbed the lip and tried to pull herself up, he snatched her away.

“Let her try it,” you said.

“No. The floor underneath these carpets is concrete. She could crack her head open.”

Steve carried her to the window. It looked out over a pond where ducks were landing in the icy water. He tried to point them out, but she squirmed, moaning and groaning as she tried to vault herself from his arms.

“She wants another look at the planter.”

“C’mon, look Char. Aren’t the ducks cool?” Steve asked.

Charlotte twisted and threw her arms up. “Maaawwaahhhhh!!”

“By that, she means no.”

Steve rolled his eyes and bounced her on his hip.

When Cho and Banner arrived a few minutes later, Charlotte was back on the floor, gazing at the reflective surface of the planter.

One look at the doctor’s faces annihilated your good mood. They shut the door behind them and Cho settled into her office chair. Banner pulled up a chair from the conversation area to sit beside her desk. You glanced between them and then over to Steve. He had placed Charlotte in his lap and sat with both arms wrapped around her chest. The pose was almost defensive. His eyes were hard and flat, trained on the scientists.

“What’s wrong?”

Steve’s question was painfully blunt. Your heart stuttered. No. The singular word flashed through your mind without context. Whatever they had to say, you didn’t want to hear it. No.

“Nothing, per se,” Dr. Cho said.

Steve’s face darkened. “Explain.”

Cho exchanged an unreadable glance with Dr. Banner. He leaned forward and spoke with the calm voice of someone delivering bad news.

“There’s nothing wrong with Charlotte. She has no illnesses, no abnormal genetic patterns, and as far as we can tell at this point, no enhanced abilities.”

You felt like sliding to the floor in relief once his words were processed through your frazzled brain.

Dr. Cho cleared her throat. “However, during our tests, we sequenced Charlotte’s entire genome. Banner and I compared it with Steve’s, which we have on file.”

You’d read the fine print in the packet about what test they were going to run and already knew this was going to be done. What confused you was why they were bringing it up.

“We already ran two paternity tests,” you said.

Steve nodded, backing you up.

“Those geneticists didn’t have the full story. Until we looked into the matter, neither did we,” Dr. Banner said.

“What, exactly, is ‘the matter’ we’re discussing?” you asked. “You just said there’s nothing wrong with her!”

“During the process of rewriting Steve’s genetic code, we took samples from his brothers to use as source material. In order to splice out the abnormal sections and replace them, we need highly similar chromosomes.”

Your face tingled and went numb. Banner continued.

“Ari’s sample that was shipped over from Germany. When storing the container, the courier agency made an error. Until yesterday, we didn’t realize his sample had been destroyed. What I’m getting at is that your DNA patches only came from Andy. Because of this, his code reads quite similarly to yours. It’s homogenous in certain sections - particularly the spots where a genetic analysis would check for variation.”

“Banner, get to the point,” Steve snarled.

“Your DNA is almost identical to Andy’s. Unless you sequence the entire genome and know what alterations were made, understanding the differences is very difficult.”

“The mistake the commercial labs made is understandable,” Dr. Cho said. “Honestly, the procedures you underwent for Project Rebirth are so rare, the average geneticist wouldn’t be able to tell your DNA was spliced.”

“Bottom line, when the paternity tests were done, the segments were too close to differentiate. It appears a computer program used in both labs made an error, interpreting the splices as differences, when in fact -” Banner broke off.

He took a breath and looked Steve in the eye.

“I’m getting too technical. Let me be more clear. I’m sorry, Captain. You are not Charlotte’s father.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“We should sue,” you muttered.

Steve didn’t reply.

The drive home had been silent. Traffic on the freeway had been terrible, and as you got closer to home, rush hour struck. You were trapped in bumper to bumper traffic, drifting along in a sea of cars. It made you itchy.

“Doll…”

“No! Don’t you dare take that tone with me right now! I don’t want to be reasonable!”

“I wasn’t-”

“Your voice is insultingly calm right now, Steve! How does this not upset you?!”

He started to respond, but you cut him off.

“Do you know how much effort I put into figuring out Charlotte’s paternity?! I ran it twice to avoid this exact situation!”

In the backseat, the girl in question gave a squawk of protest. You ground your teeth. Raised voices were her least favorite noise. Tossing your head, you slammed your skull into the cushioned leather and growled.

“That was humiliating!”

Steve waited, making sure you were done.

“They understood. We were upfront about our relationship and who the other potential fathers might be.”

“I don’t care. Living out a real life episode of the Maury Show wasn’t my idea of a good time. Besides that, look at what I did to you! I put you through hell for absolutely no reason!”

Charlotte began to cry. You were tempted to join her.

Steve reached behind the console and searched for a toy on the floor. He found one and tried to get her attention, but she was already wailing. Charlotte snatched the toy and chucked the stuffed animal into the window.

The hard thawk it made on the glass suggested she had a good arm.

Even as stressed as you were, listening to her screeching didn’t bother you. Who were you to argue about the therapeutic benefits of a good yelling session? Maybe it had hidden benefits.

Steve crept forward when traffic moved and shifted into park to fetch another toy. This time, Charlotte capitulated to his sweet talking. She took the stuffed giraffe and chewed on its head. Her screaming turned into faint, bleating cries that echoed through the cab of the SUV. Traffic crawled another six feet and Steve eased off the brake.

He glanced at you, studying your profile from the corner of his eye. When he spoke, his voice was still too calm for your liking.

“No one knew. Even Dr. Banner didn’t realize it was just DNA from Andy that had spliced into mine. This is a curveball. I know you did your best to establish paternity. If I freak out about a mistaken DNA test - which you ran twice, then Southgate Labs confirmed - what kind of hypocrite would I be?”

You rubbed your eyes. Steve sighed.

“Doll, how often is a DNA test repeated three times, conclusively, and then found out to be false? This is a strange situation. It’s not your fault.”

“Well, what do we do for the next one?” your voice was shrill, but you couldn’t tamp down on the panic.

“I asked Dr. Cho about that when you stepped out for some air.”

Such a diplomatic way to describe you sprinting from the room.

“She can sequence the genome of a fetus at her lab in Seoul. The US doesn’t have that technology yet, but she’s willing to give us access if necessary.”

The answer didn’t satisfy you. Crossing your arms, you glared ahead at the Toyota Prius with Illinois plates and a bumper sticker that read: Vermont. Without us, your pancakes would be useless.

“What do you think?” Steve asked.

“About?”

“Genome sequencing the next baby.”

“Next baby?” you groaned, turning towards the window. “I’m not sure I can handle this twice. Personally, one trip to the Maury Show has fried my nerves.”

“It’s not like that. You know we don’t care.”

Your lip curled as rage made your blood boil. “I care! Damn it, did the events of last year not stress you out?! Because I was losing my mind!” You stomped and it rattled the floorboards. “It’s only been the past two months that I’ve felt normal again! This identical genetic code twist is not something I needed thrown into the mix! And yes, I know it’s not your fault! I know it isn’t my fault, and it’s not the lab’s fault. There’s no one left to blame! And knowing all of that makes me even angrier, because I have no idea how to cope with so much random chaos in my life!”

You finished, and as if taking her cue, Charlotte wailed at the top of her lungs. Steve flinched when the high pitch reached maximum volume.

“Stop the car.”

“What?!” Steve was aghast. “Babe, we’re on the freeway, I can’t.”

You set your jaw and took a deep breath. “Right, fine.”

“We can find a place to stop. The next exit is…”

“No. I just want to get in the back and soothe Charlotte. Nevermind, I can crawl over.”

You undid your seatbelt and climbed the console, wiggling through the gap between the front seats. In the process, you narrowly avoided falling on your face, but made it over.

“I’m sorry about all this,” Steve said, softly, after you’d gotten Charlotte to quiet down with a pacifier.

“You don’t need to be sorry. It’s not your fault.”

“Then I’m sorry that I didn’t realize how stressful this has been for you.”

You didn’t reply, because what was there to say? Until the pregnancy was over, you hadn’t known either.

- - - - - - - -

Steve told Andy he was Charlotte’s father.

You were asleep upstairs when the conversation happened. No one was home when you returned, which was a blessing. Charlotte was fussing, so you took her to the master bedroom to nurse in privacy. Steve came in to get her when you finished and suggested you ought to take a nap. Rather than argue, you’d stripped to your underwear and buried yourself beneath a mound of blankets. Hours later, the sound of an electric toothbrush woke you.

It was soft, almost indiscernible from the other side of the closed bathroom door.

Andy.

Instinctively, you knew the men had already discussed the situation. They were learning to strategize as a unit when handling your bad moods. Had Andy drawn the short straw, or did he want to talk about Charlotte? You wondered how Steve had related the tale of your outburst in the car to them and shuddered. When you replayed the scene in your mind, you realized you’d let the cat out of the bag by accident. Ari knew how stressful the pregnancy had been, but Steve and Andy hadn’t known how you felt.

The bathroom door swung open, and he cut the light before it reached your eyes. Debating if you wanted to feign sleep or not, you listened to Andy rummage through the dresser. The drawer slid closed, and the bed dipped under his weight.

“Are you awake, Duchess?”

“Yeah.”

He reached for the lamp on his side of the bed and turned it on dim. You rolled over.

“Steve told you.”

“Yeah. He called and said something had happened, and we needed to have a family meeting right away. It scared the life out of us.”

“Is Ari upset?”

“No.”

Andy reached for you, but you put your arms up, fending him off.

“Listen, I’m sorry-”

“Shut up.”

Your mouth fell open. The command felt like a slap, particularly from Andy.

“Steve and I made your pregnancy hell. If you don’t want to have another child, we understand. We’re the ones who owe you an apology, and we both know we’re the ones at fault. Our emotions got the best of us and we acted like jackasses. Don’t apologize for what we did to you.”

“Ari must have really laid into you guys.”

“Lay into us? He decimated us.”

“Damn it.”

You flopped onto your back and rubbed your face.

“Talk to me, Duchess,” Andy said.

He curled around you and draped a heavy arm over your waist. You tried to squirm away, but he was too strong. Defeated, you went still and let him hold you.

“I felt out of control.”

At your admission, Andy drew you tighter against him.

“I wish I hadn’t done the tests. But that’s crazy, because I know myself. I had to run the tests because I wanted to know. And look at where that got me. What Steve went through emotionally, it was so… unnecessary. I nearly put him in a mental health crisis!”

“He’s fine.”

“No thanks to me.”

Andy’s beard tickled your neck as he nuzzled your face, subtly trying to ease your hands away from your eyes. A muffled sob escaped. He went still and you could feel the weight of his gaze when you trembled. You pressed harder on your eyes to stem the flood of tears.

“It’s okay. You’re alright. Everything is going to work out, I swear,” Andy said.

This time when he hugged you, you buried yourself in his chest, and finally let yourself cry.

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In the morning, Ari greeted you with a kiss on the forehead and a fresh cup of coffee. Steve and Andy were already at the dining table. The sight jarred you and then you realized it was Saturday. Charlotte sat on Steve’s lap, babbling and pointing at the ceiling fan. The spinning blades were almost as interesting to her as the washing machine.

“How do you feel?” Ari murmured, running his hands up and down your arms.

“Better. A little dazed.”

You gathered a bowl of cereal and took a seat. Following close behind, Ari joined you in the chair. He scooped you into his lap and held you as you made baby talk with Charlotte and ate your breakfast. You sensed that he was worried. The same vibes came from Steve, but they waited until Charlotte had her bottle and fell asleep before bringing it up.

Steve broached the subject first.

“I brought the guys up to speed about what we learned in D.C. Because I thought it was important, I told them how you felt about the time when you were pregnant.”

“We talked about that last night,” Andy said.

Ari rubbed a hand over your knee. “No more babies. I get it. We all understand.”

You leaned into Ari’s chest, hugging his neck.

“You’re taking my emotional outburst too seriously. I want more children, I’m just scared of a repeat of this mess. Playing roulette with paternity feels icky. Given the openness of our relationship, I know that’s asinine, but I can’t help how I feel. When I’m having a child, I want to know who its father is.”

A wide smile stretched over Ari’s face.

“Alright, I’ll go next. My DNA isn’t mixed up.”

You rolled your eyes and kissed his cheek. “Fine. If you want one, you can have one.”

He squeezed you and purred when your hand sank into his fluffy hair. You stroked his scalp and smiled as he nudged your hand like a dog asking to be petted.

Steve cleared his throat. “Ari, that wasn’t an invitation to make one right here at the breakfast table.”

“Odds are low while she’s still breastfeeding,” Andy said, tracing the rim of his coffee mug with his forefinger.

You sent him a dirty look, and he smirked, unrepentant. Seeing him so content made your heart bubble with joy.

“Someone’s cheerful this morning,” you said.

Andy shrugged. “I have a lot to be happy about. Plus, I’m not affected by the baby moratorium. Mine is already here.”

“You know, the solution is pretty obvious,” Ari said.

“What do you mean?”

“Once you go off birth control, only one of us gets pussy. Everyone else either does without or takes another option.”

Steve leaned back in his chair, thought for a moment, and grinned. “That’s an excellent plan.”

You kissed Ari. “I like the plan. You’re a genius.”

“Mmmm. Either a genius, or horny. The idea of getting your pussy to myself for an entire month is mouthwatering.”

Without warning, Steve pounced. He snatched you from Ari’s lap and slung you over his shoulder. Andy was laughing as Steve sat down, arranging you over his lap so you were straddling his hips. The thick length of his cock pressing into your body made your breath catch. He adjusted himself and the friction it created made you tremble. His lips crashed with yours. A possessive hand cupped the back of your neck while he ravaged your mouth like he hadn’t kissed a woman in years.

You were shaking when he pulled away. Pressing fingertips to your swollen lips, you stared at him wide eyed.

“What was that for?”

Steve licked his lips. “I want a baby. Charlotte’s pregnancy, going to therapy, and having those tests done made me come to terms with my medical history. Even what we learned yesterday goes to prove that there’s no genetic risk in me fathering a child.”

“It would almost be like having another baby with me,” Andy said.

Steve glared. “Except that it wouldn’t be yours. It would be mine.”

“With an extensive amount of my DNA in its genes.”

“Alright, cut it out,” you said.

But you could tell they were only teasing - their animosity had died.

Gently, you grasped Steve’s jaw and pressed your forehead to his. When your mouths met this time, he let you set the pace. Your kiss was tender and sweet. Half was an apology for the past, and the other half was a promise. You broke away, you cupped his face with both hands.

“I’m willing to have another baby. As long as we do it how Ari suggests, I’m on board. I don’t want to wonder who’s child is growing inside of me.”

Steve nodded. “Okay.”

“We want it that way too,” Ari said.

“The no pussy rule is ridiculous,” Andy said. “There are plenty of other birth control options - condoms, diaphragms. We’ll work something out.”

“No,” Steve snapped. “While she’s off birth control, you’re both using your hand.”

“Steve…”

“I’m not willing to negotiate.”

“Listen to me-”

“No chance. I want my entire month!”

“A diaphragm and condoms. Double protection,” Ari suggested.

Andy nodded. “That would work.”

Steve growled. “Fuck off.”

“How long do you think it’ll take him to knock her up?” Andy asked.

“I’m feeling optimistic,” Ari said. “Two months?”

Andy considered. “That’s too long. I’m willing to glove up, but I draw a hard line at being locked out for eight whole weeks.”

“You’re so picky. There are other ways to enjoy a woman’s body,” Ari said, his voice turning sensual.

“Look how reasonable Ari is being,” Steve said to Andy.

“He likes that stuff. What am I supposed to do? Get by on blow jobs?”

“She does give amazing head,” Ari said, a hint of longing seeping into his voice.

You moved towards him, but Steve snagged your hips and held you tight. “No.”

“Possessive much?” Ari asked.

“The next baby is going to be mine. Consider this my reservation notice.”

You shook your head at their antics. “You guys are too much.”

“Speaking of too much,” Andy said.

You turned and found him gazing at you, a carnal promise gleaming in his eyes.

“Once Steve has his, and Ari gets a turn, I want a second round. We didn’t know Charlotte was mine, so it wasn’t the same.”

Your jaw dropped. He was serious. Your brain went fuzzy. They were going to turn you into a baby making machine. Andy’s lips curled into a smile.

“I’ll take that expression as a yes.”

“I…”

Steve’s caressing lips hit your neck. His voice was pure sin as he murmured to you.

“We’re gonna make you feel so good, doll. This time, when you’re pregnant, we’ll take care of you like we should’ve.”

“I haven’t agreed to…”

Ari stood up and moved to Steve’s chair. The blond explored your neck, wandering down to nip at your collar bones. Ari tilted your head back and claimed your mouth in a slow, passionate kiss. His tongue teased and flicked until you were boneless. When he broke away and studied your face, his dark blue eyes sparkled with wicked intent.

“We want babies. Both of us. So get used to the idea of being off birth control and having us take turns fucking you.”

Your brain felt like a puddle of melted goo. Steve was mouthing at the tops of your breasts and you couldn’t think.

“We need to establish some rules,” Andy said.

“Hmmm?” the kisses on your chest paused. “What rules?”

“We each get a month. If she has her period, we switch. Also, we need to track her cycle so we can take off on the days she’s ovulating.”

“Are you crazy?”

Andy laughed, winking at you over his coffee. “It’s called baby fever, Duchess.”

“I accept this challenge,” Steve said.

Ari smirked. “Excellent. So do I. May the best man win.”

You weren’t sure about the “best man shall win” philosophy, but it had a certain appeal. On Monday, when you sat down at your desk, you checked ahead on your calendar to see what was on the agenda for the dates you’d be ovulating.

It wouldn’t hurt to keep your schedule open… just in case.

THE END

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“Are You Jealous?”

Ikaris x Avenger!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Note from Nat: “Thanks to the MCU, I am now hung up on more old guys.”

Warning ⚠️: mAsCuLiNiTy

After saving mankind from what seemed was its imminent doom, Ikaris decides to follow up on his suggestion. Leading “Earth’s Mightiest Heros”! 

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“What do you think?” Wong grumbled.

“They’re not vibranium. Chitauri?” Bruce asked, turning to Carol.

“Not like any alien tech I’ve seen,” the blond replied before you chimed in.

“Yeah, uh-how long did your dad have them before he gave them to you?” you asked Shang.

“Uh, about a thousand years?” he guesstimated, not really knowing the exact answer himself, looking to Katy who shrugged.

“Their thermoluminescence indicated they’re older than that. By a lot.” Bruce says before you heard a knock at your front door. 

Everyone turned their attention to you, which you apologized and hung up. Who would be knocking on my door this late at night? You wondered, taking hold of your gun and cautiously approaching the front door.

“Who is it?” you hollered, ear pressed against the door.

“Err-I’m here to speak to Y/n L/n?” a male voice replied with a very apparent Scottish accent.

You opened the door just a tad before meeting eyes with an almost god-like sculptured man. Eyes narrowed, you examined his get up and guessed what was in the duffel bag to his right.

“Are you one of Thor’s friends?” you ask out of pure curiosity and not knowing who the hell this man was.

“I’m afraid you have the wrong Eternal,” the man chuckled before offering you his hand. “I’m Ikaris,” he said with a charming smile.

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Restitution - Chapter Nineteen

Author's Note: This is taking a while to publish because I always forget how long it takes me to edit. But we press onward. Chapter Twenty is coming out very soon! I figured it was better not to keep you hanging about how the delivery went.

Word Count: 3,955

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Warnings: Smut series. This work is part of a larger story which contains explicit, erotica level writing. 18+ readers only. Minors do not interact.

Chapter Nineteen

Two hours later, you were gripping Andy’s hand for dear life and gasping for breath. You’d finally hit six centimeters and suddenly back labor had hit you like a truck. Literal hell was ripping apart your spine as talons sank into your lower back. If someone had been trying to force a dull screwdriver through your lumbar vertebrae, it would have been less painful than this. The contractions had been steady for a while, but then they’d moved to where they’d started, in your back. Regular contractions that felt like cramps had turned into a singular contraction that didn’t let up.

There was a sharp knock on the door, and a man leaned into the room.

“Excuse me, I’m Dr. Lavoda. Did someone order an epidural?”

Panting, you narrowed your eyes at him. He was average looking, with the compact build of a jockey and an upturned nose. His arrival brought you pure joy. You could have kissed him. Thirty minutes later, when the drugs were hitting you hard, he stopped by to check on your status. You asked if you could name the baby after him. Fortunately, there was no female name close to ‘Melvin.’ He laughed and assured you it was fine to pick something else.

When the nurse came to check your progress, Andy went outside for a better signal so he could call Steve. Ari took his place beside you. Now that the epidural had kicked in, you were bored.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” Ari asked.

“Nah. I’d rather just relax.”

“Is the epidural that good?”

“I’m enjoying my medication.”

“Glad to hear it, doll.”

You sat up at the sound of Steve’s voice. Even in the low light of the delivery room, you could see the dark rings underneath his eyes.

“Steve! You made it!”

“Hey, baby. How’re you doing?”

He took your face in his hands, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“How’s our girl doing in there?” Steve asked.

“Good. Arriving a couple weeks early, it seems.”

“I’m sorry I left. I shouldn’t have gone.”

“You’re here now, and it was a joint decision. Mostly my idea, anyway. I guess I paid the price for that one.”

Steve lifted your hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

“I’m glad you had Andy and Ari.”

“Ari spent the last hour showing me pictures of houses,” you whispered.

“Hey, we can’t stay in the townhouse forever,” Steve murmured.

You and Steve shared an amused look as Andy watched from the doorway, smiling at the scene. Ari was on the loveseat with his feet propped up on the coffee table and his eyes shut, dozing. Looking around the room, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders. It wasn’t just the drugs. You felt as if you were in the exact right spot, at the perfect time, doing what you were meant to do. It was like meeting your destiny and that recognizing it belonged to you. The squeak of rubber on tile broke the spell. Your nurse paused when she saw Steve beside you.

“Hello. You must be the Daddy?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Your brothers have been a great support system for your wife. They’re going to be amazing fathers themselves someday.”

Steve’s smile gleamed with pride. “She just told me the same thing. How’s everything going?”

“Perfectly,” the nurse glanced at your epidural button, lying beside you on the bed. “Ready for a top off? We’re hanging out at nine centimeters and I think it’ll be time to push soon.”

“Will it? I keep making progress, then slowing down.”

She did a quick exam. “You’re doing great. I’ll call the doctor.”

A half an hour passed, and you weren’t any closer to the end. Hunger gnawed at your stomach when the clock ticked off another hour. Andy went for a second batch of ice chips.

The second he left the room, you felt a burning sensation. Your grip tightened on Steve’s hand and he jolted at the harsh squeeze.

“What’s wrong? Should I get the nurse?”

He waited for your answer but the burning faded off in a second. You hesitated, unsure of what had happened. Abruptly, the painful tightening returned, dull and remote compared to what it had been. When it eased, you had only a second before the sensation flared again.

“Aaahh…”

Even without pain, the pressure was tremendous.

“I think the baby is coming!”

The doctor and nurse showed up, as if your words had summoned them. For the next twenty minutes, the pressure kept coming in waves. It was impossible to describe the feeling - like being crushed? Having someone pressing you down with all their strength? The medications masked the pain but the movement of the labor caused a ton of pressure in your lower body. Pushing with the epidural was even weirder. It took you several tries to get it right. Then the burning sensation was back. The doctors and nurses kept demanding more, more, and finally you pushed through it.

“Here she is!”

The nurse’s exclamation took you by surprise. You leaned forward to see. A sharp, irritated cry sounded as your daughter protested being brought into the world. You couldn’t help but laugh at the furious wail.

“Do you want us to dry her off?” the doctor asked.

“No, I’ll take her.”

They laid her on your chest and you studied her, amazed to the point of disbelief. This was your daughter; it didn’t feel real. Around you the staff moved, wrapping up the procedure. You felt as if you were in a haze. The baby was red and wrinkly, covered in fluid. She looked like every other baby that had ever been born. Yet, she was perfect. Her squalling cries were so outraged you couldn’t help but laugh. This was your baby, and Steve’s.

You looked up to find him watching you. Tears gleamed in his eyes and you saw the red tracks on his cheeks.

“Do you want to hold her?”

“There’s no rush. She needs skin on skin contact.”

“Unbutton your shirt,” Andy said.

“Huh?”

Steve blinked, glancing towards him.

“Undo the buttons on your shirt. Let her have skin on skin contact with you.”

“Right.”

Steve scrambled to undo his button down, and you passed the baby to him. You could feel the giddy smile on your face as you watched him cradle her to his chest. She looked so tiny, wrapped in his massive arms. He held her with exquisite gentleness. You sniffled and wiped away tears. Ari pressed tissues into your hand and bent to kiss your cheek.

“You did so good, sweetheart. She’s perfect.”

“I know.”

You took Ari’s hand and drew him into a tight hug. Steve paced to the window as he tried to settle the baby’s disgruntled cries. When Andy joined him on the other side of the room, you lowered your voice and turned to Ari.

“Thank you for being there for me. You were on board every step of the way. I would have gone crazy without you.”

“I love you. I love my brothers. All of you needed me to step up, so I did.”

“You should go hold her.”

Ari flashed a smug grin. “I’m going to get to do a lot of that for the next few years. They can have their turns.”

“I bet we’re going to have a spoiled little princess on our hands.”

He snorted. “Please. She’s already the queen.”

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Charlotte Rogers didn’t turn out to be spoiled.

At least not for her first few weeks of life. She slept and ate too much for any spoiling to occur. Her only activities were sleeping, eating, and messing her diaper. You’d been mentally prepared for war when you brought her home. Instead of a battle zone, you quickly discovered a full bottle could solve every issue. Rare exceptions were resolved with a swaddling blanket and a nap. Charlot only cared about where her next meal was coming from. If she wasn’t fed on schedule things could get spicy, but you picked up on that pattern within a couple days, and made sure to meet her demands.

Breastfeeding went okay, but you weren’t immune to the benefits of formula when she wanted more than you could offer. The girl ate like you’d starved her for nine months, even though she’d weighed in at a respectable six and a half pounds.

Steve was besotted. Andy adored the tiny new addition to the family. It was Ari, however, who blossomed. He’d struggled to find his place in the relationship at first. Now, you could see the growing pains had been pushing him towards becoming this version of himself. He picked up on the care tasks faster than anyone else. Charlotte went to sleep faster when he rocked her. His swaddling skills were next level, and he did more night feedings than anyone. Being a natural night owl, he was happy to take the first shift. You and Steve got up occasionally, but the sleep disturbances weren’t as frequent as you’d expected. Ari took to parenting like a duck to water. The wild playboy you’d met disappeared under layers of domesticity and it was a good look on him.

“I love this,” Andy murmured.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and settled in next to you on the sofa. The baby was playing on the rug, staring at Ari as he waved a toy in front of her face. She cooed at him, giggling and kicking.

“Mmmhhh… me too.”

You turned into his embrace and laid your cheek on his chest.

“I’m still hoping for one of my own,” Andy said, a trace of hesitation in his voice.

“How about we wait a year and start trying next March?”

Andy’s hands paused on your back mid-stroke. “Really? Is that too soon?”

“A year should be fine. It’s not likely to happen immediately, and pregnancy takes nine months. Two years isn’t a bad age gap.”

“I don’t want to push for too much, too soon. If you need more time, I’ll wait.”

You tilted your head back and smirked at him. “Cold feet?”

“No. Concerned, that’s all.”

“I want another one. She needs a playmate.”

Andy’s face split into a grin. “Okay. Next March it is.”

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Routines sprang up quickly. Annabelle ran the museum during your absence and you found maternity leave enjoyable. It was fun to spend time with Ari. Watching this side of him develop was fascinating. Taking care of Charlotte was a joint endeavor, and since he was clearly the preferred one, you took on lighter duties.

Your sleep schedule stayed intact. It felt strange to admit that, particularly as a new mother. But with four adults around, Charlotte’s care turned into a team sport. Ari and Steve handled most of the night, feeding with stored breast milk and formula. You typically woke up once a night, just because you wanted to. The situation was unbelievable. You felt like pinching yourself, but never did, on the off chance you’d wake up to find out it was all a dream.

Ari was the first one to notice your strange mood.

You assured him you didn’t have ‘baby blues.’ This wasn’t depression. It was more like a sense of displacement. Reality was unbelievable. Even though you felt happy, there was a tinge of melancholy. Trying to contain the paradoxical emotions at the same time wore your nerves thin, until you dissolved into a state of constant anxiety. Maybe the division of labor was too much for the others and you weren’t doing enough. It was wrong to put everything on Ari’s shoulders. Shouldn’t you be more stressed out, given the tremendous life change you’d gone through? Wasn’t that the way early motherhood went? Where was the war zone you’d been promised?

You must be doing it wrong. Everything was under control, which wasn’t how this should feel. The housekeeper, the laundry services the brothers paid for, having Andy cook every night. It left nothing for you to do. Before Charlotte, you hadn’t noticed how many domestic tasks had been delegated. Now that you were home all the time, it bothered you. Within a few weeks, the baby’s needs were less demanding and you felt lazy and useless. Charlotte always wanted Ari. You were a food source and outside of that role, a third wheel.

When your three month check up came, the pediatrician asked how you were coping. Things were fine at home. Your support system was brilliant. Although you tried to come up with the words to explain how you felt, your tongue was like lead. How did you phrase the situation without sounding ungrateful? Just as you’d worked up your nerve, the pediatrician made a joke about new mothers and sleepless nights. Guilt struck you in the heart. When he finished, you shouldered Charlotte’s diaper bag and bolted for the door.

After the appointment, you strapped Charlotte into her car seat and climbed into the driver’s seat. Then you put your head down on the steering wheel and cried.

Why were you acting like this? Did you want to be miserable? Not being panicked by the stresses of parenthood was making you crazy. It was worse to recognize how crazy the feelings were, yet you couldn’t make them go away. No amount of logic cut through the fog. It had been a full year since you’d had to cook or do your own laundry. Simple chores, but so time consuming. An unrelenting stressor for everyone else in the world - except you. How had you not recognized the absence of those tasks until just two months ago? Were you actually that out of touch?

Cried out, you adjusted the rearview mirror to check on Charlotte. She was asleep. A hysterical laugh bubbled up at the sight of her in unconsciousness, looking so content. You tacked that onto the list of privileges you didn’t deserve. Your baby’s only quirk was having an appetite that could rival a bear preparing to hibernate. You sat in the half empty parking lot, staring off into space, wondering what to do next. Confiding in a friend wasn’t an option. They’d never understand your situation. Unsupportive boyfriends and husbands were a dime a dozen these days. If they even believed you, they’d call you out for being such a moron.

There was only one person left to call. Fishing your phone out of your purse, you dialed.

“Hi, Mom. Are you free?”

“Sort of. My Amazon package just arrived. Guess what? My new Crossfit shoes came a day early!”

“When’s your next class?”

“In an hour. Do you think I should wear my new shoes? I don’t want to get a blister, but I’m so excited.”

Your Mom launched into a gleeful monolog about the shoes. Listening to her prattle on about athletic gear eased your tension. A semi-retired personal trainer, she stayed active and had started taking CrossFit classes in her fifties. She loved working out and kept in better shape than you’d ever found the motivation to strive towards.

“Mom, when you’re done with your class, can you call me? I could use a chat.”

Your voice wavered at the end as an unexpected lump rose in your throat.

Silence fell on the other end of the line. You could sense your mother’s full attention focusing like a laser beam.

“What’s going on, pumpkin?”

“Nothing. Everything is fantastic. That’s the problem!”

You wiped at the tears and fought to breathe, battling back sobs.

“I’m not sure I understand.”

In halting sentences, you explained as much as you could.

This was too easy. You had so much help that your maternity leave had become a vacation. The housekeepers were too good at their jobs and you hadn’t done laundry in ages. Charlotte was such a happy baby. She was perfect. You’d nabbed not one, but three fabulous men. It was like being Jeff Bezos, but not with money - with luck. It was making you crazy to be so stressed out by all your good fortune. Plus, you were getting great sleep. That shouldn’t be possible. And you couldn’t complain because if you did, you’d be an ungrateful bitch.

“Okay. Wow, that’s a lot.”

You could hear movement on the other end of the line and knew she was pacing back and forth. In your head, you could see her path, from the kitchen to the sunroom and back again.

“I’m insane, aren’t I? This is unbelievable. I bet you wish you could reach through the phone and slap me.”

She barked out a laugh. “Listen, I’ll admit that I’m kind of jealous, but I can kind of relate. When you were born, it wasn’t as common for men to take time off from work and help. Your father took three weeks. Two right after you were born, then another when I went back to the gym full time.”

“Uh-uh.”

“Anyway, a couple of my employees were horrible about him taking paternity leave. They both had unpleasant home lives. One was a divorcee and the other had a deadbeat for a boyfriend. Your Dad’s behavior proved that not all men were crap, and it pissed them off.”

You sniffled and searched the console for a tissue. “What happened?”

“Nothing. They whispered about how easy I had it and spread a rumor that my husband was a serial cheater. At first it bothered me. But then it hit me how angry they were. Realizing why they felt that way made me feel sorry for them. Genuinely sorry. Then I let it go.”

“Seriously? You let it go, just like that?”

“They had sad things happen to them, and they were bitter. Did that mean I should feel the same way? I mean, they were right. Compared to most women, I had an easy life. Being able to leave you with your Dad for however long I needed to wasn’t typical. He’s why I could keep my training career, own the gym, and have a family.”

“Am I supposed to just accept how I feel and move on?”

“I don’t know. But for me, it was deciding to say, ‘screw it, I am lucky,’ that helped me get past the social guilt tripping. Your generation has it worse than mine. Everyone’s ready to hand out their opinions like they’re worth something. People occasionally win the husband lottery. I certainly did, and I had nothing to complain about. So why allow them to take that away?”

“I don’t know if I can do that,” you said. “You’re a better person than me.”

Your mother snorted. “No, I’m not. When you were about four months old, I found out they’d escalated the rumors. One of my clients pulled me aside and asked if I knew my husband had contracted AIDS.”

“What?!”

“Remember what era this was. That was making the headlines and they wanted a shock factor, since telling everyone my husband was a serial cheater wasn’t working as well anymore. It was vicious, but that’s how these women were. I announced at the next staff meeting that I needed a week off during the upcoming month for a trip to Hawaii. They both needed overtime, so they covered for me. Seeing how much they hated it gave me life.”

“Did you go? I don’t remember hearing about this.”

“Hell, no! We’d just had a baby, we couldn’t afford a trip! I started searching for new trainers and interviewed six people that week. I copied our neighbor’s photos from Maui and covered the staff bulletin board with ‘trip pictures’ so they’d have to look at them every day. Once I had my new hires trained, I let both of them go. That part wasn’t fun, but they’d crossed the line.”

“You’re the worst. But you’re also the best, you know that, right?”

“Celebrate what you have, pumpkin. You deserve support. If you feel displaced by everything that they’re doing for you, I’d try to carve out your own time with Charlotte. Why not take a mother and baby class?”

“A what?”

“You know, a mother and baby yoga class or something. My friend Louise started teaching some in Midtown last year. They’re really popular. There are art classes for moms and babies, too. I’ve got a pamphlet somewhere around here…”

Papers rustled, and then she swore.

“Damn it, I can’t find it. This drawer is a mess. Your father throws everything in here. I’ll google it and send you screenshots.”

“You know how to take a screenshot?”

“Give me some credit, I’m not that old. Hey, speaking of knowing things, you could teach a mother and baby art class. Your credentials are perfect. It would help you feel like you’re giving back to the community. Think how useful it would be for other moms who don’t have the support you do.”

“That’s actually… perfect.”

“Kiddo, can I put something in perspective for you?”

“Please do.”

“Your pregnancy was stressful. I remember how we’d talk, sometimes twice a day. It wasn’t very long ago.”

Her reminder made your stomach clench with echoes of past anxiety.

“Mmmhh.”

“Now all those worries have evaporated. The baby is fine. Steve and Andy are on better terms and you’re no longer exposed to the stress they used to radiate, constantly. What do you think happens when a weight that intense just goes away?”

Your eyes slid closed. She’d pointed straight at the heart of the problem.

“My rollercoaster ride is over.”

“Exactly. Steve is happy as a lark, Ari’s focused on the baby, and Andy’s gone back to his normal routine. Do you feel stressed because everything settled down? The mental load you were carrying is gone, but you don’t feel like it’s over.”

You’d absorbed anxiety and fears from Steve like a sponge. In the back of your mind, there’d been a constant fountain of worry about how the baby would turn out. Andy had stewed with bottled up anger for months. Those emotions no longer hung over the house because they were focused on the baby, while you were stuck in the past. Keeping the peace between Andy and Steve during your pregnancy had been a tremendous burden. To replace it, you’d looked to motherhood and found… nothing.

“You should have been a psychologist, Mom.”

“No, I just know my daughter. You’re doing fantastic, you know that? Adjusting to a new baby goes in stages. Some are more engaging than others. The newborn stage was mind numbingly boring for me.”

“Hey!”

“Shut up. I can admit these things now. Newborns are so inactive. Once you started to crawl, I enjoyed you more.”

“You’re a crazy woman.”

“And I passed all that on to you, pumpkin.”

“Should this be harder? Am I doing motherhood wrong?”

“No, society and the marketing agencies just want you to think that, so you’re as miserable as everyone else. Don’t make parenting any harder than it already is.”

“How?”

“If I knew that, I’d have a book deal.”

“Fair point.”

“I think you’re finally decompressing from a stressful pregnancy. You spent so much time trying to take care of other people’s emotions, now that you don’t have to, it's unnerving. Get out of the house, take Charlotte for a walk, look into art classes. You’ve got too much free time on your hands. It’s not good for you.”

“You’re right. Thanks, Mom.”

“I’ll chat with you tomorrow, okay? I have to get going. They make us do laps if we’re late.”

“Is that so? Wait, I’m having another crisis. It’s super urgent, life threatening, in fact.”

“Pip-squeak, stop pulling my chain. I’m hanging up now.”

“Bye, Mom!”

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