His sunflower
Pairing: Stepbrother!Bryce Langley x reader
18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI
WARNING - This following fic contains: explicit smut, stepcest, dom/sub dynamic, angst, fluff, possessive!Bryce, jealousy, Hayden (Harvard hottie) makes an appearance, brief Hayden x reader, penetrative/unprotected sex, heartbreak, degradation, pet names (baby, sunny, sunflower).
Summary: After a long lasting scandalous ‘friends with benefits’ relationship with your stepbrother Bryce, you decide it’s best to put it to an end, especially now that you have another guy on your love radar.
It’s been one year since your mother married Mr. Langley, Bryce & Maya’s father and you became a part of the family. It’s also been 7 months since you first did the most disgraceful thing, which was to hook up with Bryce, your stepbrother.
Since then, you have barely resisted each other with Bryce always being determined to feast on you whenever he got the chance, - another addiction a part from his drugs.
Since then, you have barely resisted each other with Bryce always being determined to feast on you whenever he got the chance, - another addiction a part from his drugs.
He would always seek you, and a few times you would seek him for some relief. College had been piling up work, and you were having a hard time keeping up with the amount of stress you easily built. It didn’t help that Bryce was so experienced at sex, and so you invited him in every time he approached you for a session.
The only thing that would leave you with the feeling of regret was when you remembered what you are for each other. In front of your parents, Bryce acted like the perfect stepbrother, - a guardian, promising your mother to protect you.
“Don’t worry, Mrs L/N. I’ll look after your daughter like she’s my own flesh and blood.” Bryce had once promised her. What your mother didn’t - and still doesn’t know was how he went beyond offering protection, and was practically the danger itself, - a very lustful danger.
Bryce used you like a piece of meat after he had learned just how kinky you really are. He took it to his advantage of using your holes, having you blow him whenever he asked and fuck you stupid, knowing you loved it as much as he did.
He would wake you up at 4 AM, just so he could have a taste of you before your parents woke up for their morning business. Sometimes when you were in the barn, Bryce would ‘coincidentally’ be there too to feed the horses hay, and when the time was right, he would take you in an empty enclosure and empty his load on you. He didn’t leave you unsatisfied once.
It led you to present day, and like any other ordinary day, you studied in your room for an upcoming exam. What wasn’t as ordinary was how you were actually in a good mood while doing your exercises, as something different had entered your life, - something good.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, and you knew based on the pattern of which they knocked that it could only be one person.
“Hey, sunny…” Bryce greeted you as he entered your room quietly. You looked up from your book and gave him a smile of acknowledgment. “Maya’s out of the house and my dad took your mother out for dinner tonight. It’s just us…and you know what that means…” he said, his voice low and loaded with the intention of seducing you.
You groaned as you rested your head on the pillow. “I’m studying, and I’m actually focused. Use your hand or something if you’re horny.”
“My fleshlight ain’t doing the job. It’s gotta be you, sunny. Suck my dick for tonight.” He requested as he crawled onto your bed, wanting to get close to you. He climbed on top of your body, your eyes leaving the page you were on as you saw the man was now hovering above you while giving your sides strokes. You started to giggle when he started to lightly tickle you, and you pushed his arm away.
“Bryce, stop iiiit!” You humorously pleaded in the midst of your laughter.
“C’mon, give me something, sunflower…” he whispered huskily as he tickled your lower waist, making you laugh even more. He took your vulnerability to his advantage and flipped you over with your back now facing him, and he rested himself on top. “Mmmh, sunny…” Bryce moaned against your skin as he subtly began to hump against you, grinding his crotch against your ass.
“Bryce, stop being such a horndog.” You adjured as you were loosing focus of your studying. Bryce had it easy to make you hot and bothered, but just this once you were trying to maintain control.
“I can’t help myself, not when you’re laying in bed like this. You’re practically inviting me in..”
“Bryce, we can’t…” you whined, as you wriggled out of his touch. “We need to stop seeing each other. This isn’t right…”
Bryce grumbled as he got off and laid beside you instead. “Why do you say that?”
You rolled your eyes, expecting him to be aware of the elephant in the room. “Isn’t that obvious? You’re my stepbrother.”
“So? Who gives a fuck? It’s not like we’re related. Nobody would care if they knew we fuck to blow off steam.” Bryce claimed, stating it as factual, but you weren’t so sure about that.
“Yes, they totally would. It would be an absolute scandal.” You said, already feeling nervous as you imagined the possible reactions if anyone were to find out. Your mother would kill Bryce. “Anyway, I’m going on a date tomorrow and I would like to be a little loyal to the guy, so we will have to drop the sex.”
Bryce’s head snapped up, the lighten candle of his arousal being blown out as soon as he heard what was news to him. “You’re going on a date?”
You grinned at the thought alone, “Yes, I am. Met this guy the other day by the park and he asked if we could see each other again. My love life has been so dry these past years, - I can’t miss this opportunity. He seems so sweet too, I’m so excited.” You chirped the end of your sentence with enthusiasm.
Silence settled once you closed your mouth again, making you wonder what was up with Bryce as you looked to the side where he was laying.
He was pursing his lips, irritation read all over him no matter how much he tried to hide it. Before you could ask him why he was pulling a sour face, he rose up from your bed and let out a disappointed sigh, letting out a mocking laughter right after.
“Fine, whatever. Didn’t take you for a whore but if you want to chase after other dick, that’s none of my business.” Bryce blatantly said with raised arms, as if it would defend his harsh words.
You saw red when Bryce had called you the derogatory word, making you wonder how he had the audacity to say that when he had his name running around as a grade A fuckboy.
“I’m not a whore! You are!” You shouted back for his ears to hear, and he confirmed he had heard from the audible scoff he let out by the other end of your door.
You laid on your stomach again with a huff, continuing reading from where you left off.
The next day…
Your date with Hayden went as perfectly as it could ever go. He had invited you downtown at the popular Italian restaurant, and you ate delicious food while having conversation after conversation, lasting 2 hours after eating your food.
You had to order drinks to make it worthwhile for your stay, and afterwards you walked out to take a nice walk together around town.
“I had fun tonight. What do you say we go to that aquarium you mentioned? I think that would make an awesome second date.” Hayden suggested, earning a smile from you. You were hopeful this was the beginning of a lovely romance.
“That sounds wonderful. I’d love to.” You responded with glee.
Hayden was less crude and in so many ways more romantic than any partner you have previously had. He was attractive and attentive to your care, being a gentleman of opening the door for you and asking for your opinion of how the date should go. He listened to you talk, admitting himself that he could hear your stories for hours without getting bored.
He was perfect for you.
One date would turn into five in the course of 3 weeks, and you were growing expectant of Hayden asking you to be his girlfriend any day now.
In the course of these dates, Bryce grew distant, only interacting with you when the family was getting together. Even Maya had expressed concern over Bryce’s lack of communication, and even though you had a suspicion over the reasoning, you hoped you would naturally get along again like how you did before you started your ‘friends with benefits’ relationship.
When you returned home from your 5th date, the house was quiet as your parents had left for a trip which would last a few days, giving you, Maya and Bryce the mansion for yourselves. Maya was at Finn’s for the night, and you knew her well enough that she wouldn’t return until early tomorrow morning. The younger sibling had found someone too, and you were only thrilled on her behalf.
That left you to wonder where the older sibling could be on this Friday afternoon, but your question was about to be answered when you opened the front door. You were met by Bryce in the entrance of the hallway, all dressed up in his nightwear and ready to go to bed. He was looking expectant at you but it was all a facade to hide his jealousy.
“How’d the date go with wonderboy?” Bryce asked with a forced smile. He had nicknamed Hayden that after constantly hearing you telling your mother how wonderful Hayden was, and Bryce didn’t have enough respect for him to be calling him by his actual name.
“It was magical, as always, but I’m not going to tell you any more than that because I’m still mad at you.” You huffed as you passed by him. “I’m still waiting for you to apologize for calling me a whore.”
Bryce laughed, shaking his head as he wasn’t taking you seriously. “You are one, though, - which leaves me to wonder….how do you think he would react if I told him we used to fuck, hm?”
That had made you stop your steps as your stomach dropped at the thought. You turned to glare at him. “Bryce, you wouldn’t dare…”
He shrugged, neither denying nor confirming it.
“I just think it’s rude you know. I stopped sleeping around when I had you. I thought we had something exclusive, and you threw it away like it was nothing.” He said as he stepped towards you.
You looked at him confused. Were you missing something? Why was he talking as if you had been a couple? “What we had could never stay exclusive,…what did you expect of us to be? To continue having a friends with benefits relationship until we grow old? Keep us a dirty little secret until our parents die? I want a boyfriend, Bryce. A family some day too. I’m past wanting to stay single and I don’t want to play any more games.” You said with a cold tone as you were making your way up to your bedroom.
“I’m not playing any games either. I stopped playing around the day we hooked up!” Bryce claimed as he followed you to the second floor.
“I don’t believe you. It’s always been just sex! You only sought me out for that reason.” You reasoned.
“That’s your perception of it, but I grew attached each time we spent together intimately. Do you really think I would initiate full convos with you if I only wanted to get my dick wet? Do you think I give aftercare to anyone I sleep with?” Bryce asked with his hands on his hips, his eyebrows furrowing from genuinely being curious to know if you thought of him like that.
“Maybe…” you mumbled, unsure. “ - I wouldn’t know! You never confessed this to me before I got with Hayden. I’m not going to turn away from him now when things are going so well. I don’t know what else to say. I’m sorry, Bryce…we would be too complex anyway..it’s best if we lay whatever feelings we had to rest and find other people….for both of our sakes..” you said, your voice sympathetic as you felt kind of bad for the guy standing in front of you.
A torturing silence filled the hallway, and you were longing for Bryce’s response so you could finally part ways and go to sleep peacefully. He was staring at you, and his eyes met the ground after.
You wanted to find closure, and you hoped with what you had said, Bryce would be convinced to leave your intimate past behind.
Bryce wetted his lips and took a last glance at you, looking up and down your form to take in your prepped up appearance.
“….I like your dress. Sundresses always suit you.” He quietly complimented with a half smile as he walked past you on his way to his own room.
Your mouth was left open, but no words came out. You were stunned.
Ogden was right. Bryce was so unpredictable at times, you thought. That last interaction of the night would leave you pondering throughout your sleep.
The day after, you received a test message from Hayden during one of your classes.
Hayden
Hey, could we meet at the park 03:00 PM? There’s something I’d like to talk about.
You smiled as you typed your reply with excitement.
Y/N (me)
Sure! ♥️ I’ll see you there then.
This must be it, you thought. Hayden’s finally going to ask me to be his girlfriend!
After your classes were finished, you rushed back home and put on your finest summer dress, - one of a flowery pattern.
Maya met you when you passed the living room, and even she noticed the way you had put full effort into your appearance.
“Where are you going looking like that, Y/N?“ Maya asked through a giggle as her eyes scanned your look from head to toe with approval.
You chuckled lightheartedly, “To meet up with Hayden of course. He wrote through text that he had something he wanted to talk about.” You said. You leaned into Maya’s ear and whispered playfully, “I think he’s going to make it official with me.”
Maya gasped, “No way, that’s great! I’m so happy for you, Y/N.” She congratulated and gave you a hug.
“How’s it going with you and Finn by the way? It always seems like you’re in the honey moon phase.” You added your observation with a cheeky wink.
Maya blushed as she nodded, “Oh yes, things are going great between us. I think it’s safe to say I’ll continue staying over at his house considering how we are always together anyway. But of course I don’t want to be away all the time. I still want to be around you guys. I’m especially concerned about Bryce nowadays.” Maya expressed, which made your grin drop as your stepbrother was brought into her talk.
“Oh, why’s that?” You asked, confusion in your tone.
“I don’t know, he’s been so down lately, staying in his room all day and hardly putting sentences when I try to talk to him. I think he’s going through something but he won’t tell me what.”
You felt bad for Bryce after Maya had listed the several recent odd behavior from him, worried you might have broken his heart for leaving the taboo part of your relationship.
Your heart pounded at the thought of Bryce having genuine feelings for you. He had somewhat confirmed it himself when he said he had thought you were exclusive, but he hadn’t outright said it.
Somehow you longed for him to confess with those three simple words, but as the thought became appealing to you, you were reminded of the circumstances. The one of which each of your parent were married together, - ultimately sealing you to be only a family.
Maybe in a different universe we could have been together, but as of here it wouldn’t be right.
“Well, I hope whatever he’s going through resolves one way or another…Bryce always has solutions.” You reasoned, and Maya could only nod, hoping you were right even for this case too.
“I guess,…I’ll see you later then. Wishing you good luck with Hayden.”
“Thank you! Bye Maya!” You said your farewell as you stepped out of the house and walked to the bus stop.
A few bus stops later and you were downtown again, waiting for Hayden to make an appearance at the park any moment now.
“Hey, Y/N..” you heard a voice come from behind you, and you couldn’t contain your eager smile as your eyes met Hayden’s.
“Hayden, hi!”
Hayden smiled as you approached him and took in your look. “Wow, you look gorgeous by the way.” He complimented when you stood in front of him.
“Thanks! You don’t look so bad yourself.” You said and chuckled as you looked at his well ironed shirt and denim trousers. “So, you said you wanted to talk about something?”
Hayden nodded as his brows knitted together, almost out of concern. He must be nervous. “Yeah um…..Y/N, I uh…I don’t know how I’m supposed to put this but..” Hayden paused as he tried to find the courage to say what he was holding back. Your eyes didn’t leave Hayden’s as you excitedly waited for his completed saying.
“I…I have found someone else…”
Your eyes widened more than before, and you took a step back in shock, wondering if you had heard it wrong. “What are you saying?”
“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Hayden apologized as he looked down at his feet with shame. “I…It wasn’t meant to happen but it was by mere coincidence that I met this other girl, and we just kind of clicked and…I hope you know I mean no disrespect to you. I never meant to waste your time, but I can’t help what my heart feels. I’ve developed feelings for her.”
You swallowed a lump down your throat as you blinked a few times due to your eyes beginning to water. You used your hand to wipe the moisture away, and you reluctantly nodded.
“I understand…I um, - I guess I’ll be on my way then.” You rambled something of the sort, turning your back against Hayden as you walked away.
“Y/N, wait…” Hayden stopped you as he jogged over to meet your face again. “We..- we can always stay friends, right? I never lied to you about the things I said. You are an amazing girl and the guy you end up with will be lucky to have you. It’s not because of you that I fell in love with someone else.”
You looked to the side, not wanting to look at the boy who had crushed your heart only a minute ago. “I’ll consider it. For now I would prefer keeping our distance, but thanks Hayden.” You replied while you tried your best to keep your facade of a smile, but it wasn’t easy. Hayden picked up on it and returned an apologetic smile as he turned to leave, giving you a final wave goodbye.
As expected, the house had no lights on when you returned. You figured Maya was at Finn’s again, like where she usually was. And Bryce,…well, his whereabouts didn’t come to mind yet.
You were clouded with sadness of what had happened today at the park. The tears hadn’t stopped glossing over your eyeballs, and it made it all the more harder to see what was in front of you as you stormed your way upstairs to your bedroom.
Suddenly you crashed into something, - or rather someone by the corner, and you fell onto the floor. You looked up to see Bryce, clearly startled by the collision.
“Woah, hey there. Got a little too distracted in wonderland, huh?” Bryce teased as he reached out his hand for you to grab. You glared at him and slapped his hand away as you stood up.
“Go to hell…” you muttered out of pure anger as another wave of emotion overtook you, making you break out another sob. Bryce frowned, until he caught on to understand you were crying, your eyes being bloodshot as the evening sun shone on your wet cheeks.
“Y/N? Wait - ”
You didn’t let him get to you as you ran towards your room, but Bryce was quick to follow, catching you by your arms before you could open the door to your bedroom.
“Sunny,…what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked out of worry as he knelt down when your knees gave up. He hugged you tightly, his arms secured around your back as you cried on his shoulder. In Bryce’s mind, several scenarios came to mind of what could have upset you this much. Some were so dark, - it made him sick to his stomach. “Please, tell me what happened…look at me. I need to know, sunflower. What did he do to you?”
“H-He found someone else…” you sobbed out as you buried your face into his chest, hiding your tearful face from the world. “He didn’t love me after all…”
While Bryce was relieved it wasn’t something else, something considerably worse, he was still upset on your behalf. You could feel his hands clench into fists on your back and his form stiffen when he let out an exhale.
“I’m going to kill him.”
“No!” You quickly protested as you held Bryce by his arms. “No, please don’t start a fight with him…he can’t help it. There’s nothing I can do about it…he loves someone else and I can’t change that..”
Bryce shook his head, not buying into what he thought of was excuses. “Doesn’t matter. You didn’t deserve having your heart broken like this...”
You shrugged, not knowing what else there was to say. You simply pushed away from his chest, but you didn’t leave his grip.
“C’mon, I’ll take you to my room, okay?” Bryce offered as he made you stand on your feet again. He wiped your face with the use of his sweater, and to your surprise he carried you to his room.
He carefully placed you on his bed, removing the covers so you could both settle under it and keep warm while in this moment of comfort.
Bryce let you cry out whatever you had left in you as he stroked your bare shoulder, willing to wait for as long as you wanted until you wanted to talk again.
“I-I just want to be loved...” you muttered before you snifled, and it broke Bryce’s heart to hear you say something of that sort.
“You are loved, baby. We as a family love you, and I love you beyond being my stepsister,…you should know that by now….“ Bryce said as he stroked your hair affectionately. “Will you give it a chance? Do you love me too?”
You glanced at him, and it was as if you were going through a war with yourself, feeling conflicted of what feelings you may have. “Maybe,..and that scares me…”
Bryce smiled with adoration. “Of what exactly? There’s nothing to be scared of,…after all, love is love. We are two legal individuals from completely different families. Ain’t nothing wrong with us loving each other…” Bryce reasoned as he put a few hair strands behind your ear. “I’ll show you my love right now, sunny...will you allow me?”
You stared at him, feeling the familiar temptation of lust creeping up as you eyed his red lips. You wanted him. You wanted him so bad it almost hurt.
“Yes..” you quietly replied.
Your reply was cue for Bryce to connect his lips with yours, starting his act of affection with gentleness in the kiss.
“Good girl….my pretty sunflower…” He muttered in between kisses, and soon enough they were barely being detached. Bryce hovered above you while you made out, weak moans leaving your lips once in a while as Bryce’s left hand started to roam all around your body.
“Do you know why I call you sunflower?” Bryce asked when you stopped to breathe air, to which you shook your head. He had called you that since the very beginning, and somehow it hadn’t occurred in your mind as to why.
“Because your very existence is so bright and colorful - always turning to where the sun shines. I knew you would be a joy-bringer the moment you stepped into this big house. I knew even better when we fucked in that shed that we were perfect for each other. You made me want to commit, - and I started to share that dream you mentioned to me, - of making a family together some day.”
You let out a shuddered breath due to Bryce’s confession, and you felt you were going dizzy - in a good way - at the thought of having kids with him. Of spending your life with him nonetheless.
His hand squeezed your breast while he sucked on the skin of your throat, creating hickeys for him to marvel at later.
“My pretty girl…you’re too beautiful for me to only claim you as my stepsister. I’m going to claim you in a way that’s beyond friendly love, baby.” He huskily whispered as he managed to pull the sundress and bra down due to its elasticity.
You moaned when he suckled on your nipple, “It’s so wrong…”
He hummed, “Hmm..it’s maybe a little sinful but not wrong, sunny…don’t worry about a thing, we will get through this together, okay? Let your stepbrother take care of everything..”
Bryce hoisted up your sundress and cupped your sex, stroking it through your panties in a slow pace.
He pulled off your underwear and grinned when he got a full view of your dripping cunt. “I’ve missed this pussy…” Bryce muttered to himself as he began stroking your folds, slightly pushing a finger in every now and then to tease your aching hole.
“Bryce…” you moaned his name lewdly, and he chuckled at how desperate he had made you become.
“Baby, be patient…I’ll be balls deep inside this sweet cunt after I’ve had a taste…”
His finger started to pump deeper inside, bringing out your pussy juices for each thrust.
“Oh, my…” You whined and closed your eyes as you took in the feeling of his thick finger invading your channel. You let out breathless pants as he added more pressure, seeping in further the more slick he gathered.
“Sunny, look at me…” Bryce plead, and you fluttered your eyes open to see him lean in closer to your face as if he wanted to say something. “Tell me you love me too, baby…tell me so I know..”
He added a second, and you jolted as you stuttered out, “I-I love you too, Bryce. I love you s-so much…M’sorry for pushing you away. I’m sorry if I made you sad, I didn’t mean to. I -“
Your lips was held from speaking as Bryce crashed his lips into yours. You whimpered from the kiss, but easily melted into it.
“It’s okay, baby. I forgive you…I understand.” He withdrew his fingers from your pussy and put them close to his lips, sucking the sticky nectar off his fingers as he hummed, savoring the taste. “Fucking delicious…love your sweet pussy juice.”
Bryce stood on his knees, not leaving the bed as he unbuckled in front of you, his pants already showcasing the huge bulge and moisture of something leaking behind his boxers.
He dragged his pants and boxers down at once, revealing his fully erected cock, the tip of angry red as it pointed at you, leaking with pre-cum. You instinctively licked your lips, wanting to have a taste of him but you knew Bryce was past oral sex and was eager to skip to the main course.
He rested beside you again, and ordered you to raise your leg over his waist. You did as he commanded, and he positioned his cock on your cunt, lightly slapping your clit with his length which earned him a strained whine from you. He breathed into your ear, nibbling at your lobe before he pushed in.
“Did you let him fuck you?” Bryce asked through a growl. “Did you let him fuck my pussy?” The tip of his cock was the only part he was thrusting in, and it was making you crazy.
“N-No!” You denied right away through a cry. “I swear we didn’t! It’s just yours, Bryce!..”
Bryce chuckled darkly as he angled his cock and rammed himself in. “That’s right, baby. Only I can fuck this cunt, - it’s mine. Shit, you’re squeezing me so tight, feels too good..”
“Aaah, so big! Y-You’re so-!” Your sentence was interrupted as Bryce shoved a finger down your mouth, making you suck on it as he continued fucking you in a fast rhythm, making your head go blank from the sensation.
“Thas’ it…keep suckin’ it…such a good girl. Fuck, does it feel great to have a slutty stepsister at my disposal. My cute slutty stepsister…all prettied up in a sundress, looking all innocent when we both know you’re a whore, - so needy for your stepbrother’s cock…” Bryce degradingly spoke about you as if you weren’t beside him, knowing full well you enjoyed his harsh words with the way your pussy clamped around him.
“Y-Yes, I’m a whore for your cock! ..Aaaah, - I’m a whore for my stepbrother!…” You loudly moaned out your confession. He had his usual amused smirk which would normally make you want to slap him, but of course you would let him get away with anything when he was fucking you this good.
“Fucking shit, I’m going to cum….and I’m not pulling out. I’m going to plant my seed inside of you, sunny…you can’t be my sunflower without my seed.” He joked, briefly chuckling before it was replaced by his moans and grunts again.
The thought gave you another level of arousal, a need to have him fulfill what he had just proposed to do. “Cum inside of me, Bryce!” You whimpered as he pumped into you faster, his balls hitting your clit, giving you another shock of stimulation. “Ah! ~ I want you to fill me up!..n-need you to breed me!..”
“I know you do…gonna stuff you full of my spunk…every single drop inside your womb.”
He jackhammered into you with such intensity, it was overloading you with how close you were to cum. Bryce clenched his jaw as he felt you tighten, and he felt he was on the edge of orgasm too.
“Milk me, - Ooh holy shit! Take your stepbrother’s cum. Theeere you go, - good girl. Fuck!..” Bryce moaned as his thrusts became static. He let out a series of breathless pants as he stilled, pumping his load inside of you while your cunt clenched around him while you rode your orgasm.
“W-Warm…” you whimpered when you felt Bryce’s spend coat your insides, feeling some of it drip out from where you are first connected.
He pulled out and made no effort to stop his cum from oozing out of your cunt and onto his bedsheets. He was more willing to put his bedsheets in the washing machine than move.
He kissed the back of your head and loosened his hold on you. “Do you feel good, sunny? Did I fuck all the bad feelings out of you?”
“Mhm..” you hummed positively as you reached for his face and shared a loving kiss before you settled in a more comfortable position. “So…how is this going to work? Do we tell them or wait?” You asked as you began to wonder what was the next step.
“We can begin with telling Maya….she would accept us easily. As for your mom and my dad? Haven’t thought that far ahead yet. Maybe it’s best if we keep it from them for a while. I need to charm your mom more often if I don’t want her to kill me.” Bryce laughed, and you couldn’t help but snort.
“Yeah, I suppose that’s for the best…” you said above a whisper as you stared up at the ceiling.
Bryce couldn’t keep his eyes off you though, and held your chin to look at him again. “Hey….I love you, my sunflower. We’ll be just fine.”
You blushed, realization hitting you of how well spoken Bryce was with his words, and your heart thudded harder than they ever had with Hayden.
“I know,…I love you too, Bryce.”
He was perfect for you.
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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 29
Summary: you have your doll baby!
Pairings: Hayden Everett X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, PIV sex, unprotected sex, sleepy sex, pillow talk, creampie, alluding to Angel’s abuse, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 6.5K
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“Mmm,” Hayden moans as he kisses over your shoulders. His hand wraps around your waist, dipping below your panties, and your back arches into him. “How are you already wet?”
“I was dreaming that you were fucking me in my sleep,” you whisper, and Hayden pulls aside your panties, and you feel the heavy weight of his cock on your backside along with his heated breath on your neck, “Just stick it in.”
“Woman, don’t rush me,” he gives a quick peek over your shoulder to ensure that Cozy was sleeping with her little diaper butt stuck in the air. “I want another one,” you give him a quick smack to his arm. “She’s so cute though.”
“Please don’t talk about our daughter and how cute she is when…ahh,” you both whimper as he slides in balls deep. “Haydes,” pulling his arm up higher, you hold onto him tightly as he pumps into you. Nothing but you and him, airy breaths and his strong and still gentle touch. The best wake-up call. Enjoying every moment that you could with him in this way. Not that sex was the only reason you loved Hayden, but the fact that he was the only one that got to have this part of you made you that much more desperate for him.
Your husband was a horny man, but he knew how to take care of you, and your emotional needs, and especially your physical needs. He knew that since Cozy was born you just want something sweet and sensual. And the way that he continues to kiss on your neck, moaning with every soft stab into you. When you start to get a little too loud, the hand you're gripping onto moves to put two fingers into your mouth. Keeping it busy and quiet as his motions quicken.
“Doll, baby, you almost close?”
“Mhmm,” you mumble over his fingers. Giving the digits a suck, just to hear him moan in your ear.
“Eh,” Cozy sits up in her bed, rubbing at her eyes, and looks directly at the camera, “Eh,” her cries are not even cries, just the sweetest little noises so you know she’s awake. “Eh.”
“Uh-uh,” you shake your head back and forth. “Finish,” he moves a bit faster. Rutting into you with more need, and then the bottom lip juts out on your baby. Her cry gets a bit louder, but it’s still the sweetest little thing. Screams did not happen with this baby. They were soft cries, and she made everyone’s heart break every time.
You have to keep Hayden focused, or he will lose control, “Dada,” she only said that when she was demanding attention. “Dadadadada,” and the cry that follows is a bit more painful, and then her hand slaps on her bed, and the most pitiful, “Mama!”
“No!” Hayden grunts on your back. Giving your shoulder a little nibble as he drives into you. You were the weak one when it came to her. “Don’t you dare. Uh! Oh god. Doll, I feel you, baby. You’ve got me in a fucking vice grip. Let go. Let go for me, sweetheart.”
The way he takes care of you, and the way he holds off on his own pleasure, just to make sure you get off first. He is perfect. You couldn’t imagine a better person to spend your life with, or make the sweetest little pouty babies with. “Don’t listen to her, right now. Doll, listen to me, baby, I’m so close. You feel me? You feel how you have me twitching?”
“Yeah,” closing your eyes, and blocking out her sweet cries of dispair, you are only there for Hayden. Feeling every part of him. Every inch, every ridge, and even the slight curve to his cock. “Haydes!” Your back arches even more, letting him go even deeper, and with two more hard thrusts, he shoots his load deep into your womb, leaving the two of you panting, and holding onto each other.
“Mama,” her pitiful little cry was still so soft, as she presses her head against the side of the crib, making you pout as she calls out for you again. Already growing weary of you not responding.
“Haydes, she needs me,” you turn to look at him, pouting.
“Yeah, I bet your boobs are nice and full. Ready for her to suck on. Go on. Go get our baby so she can nurse, and stare at me.”
“Mama. My mama.”
“They do hurt though. You know she loves you.”
“And she’s obsessed with you and the Andy Barber. If she hears either of your voices, she completely ignores me. It’s cruel. She’s a meanie,” you give him a quick kiss to his nose, trotting off to the bathroom to clean yourself up, while he straightens up the bed. “I’m going to grab something to drink while you get her, do you need one of those boobie cookies?”
“Quit calling them boobie cookies,” giggling when you walk back into the bedroom. “They help with milk production. They’re good for us.”
“Yes, yes. Good for the boobies. What’s good for the boobies is good for the Cozy girl, and for daddy,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, and when Cozy softly cries again, you run off to grab her, ignoring him in the process.
Creaking open the door, she gives you the sweetest smile despite the tears that have made her chubby cheeks glisten. “Mama,” she whispers, clapping her hands. “My mama!”
“Good morning, Cozy baby. How did you sleep? Nom nom nom,” you pick her up, nibbling on her chubby little cheeks, and she reaches back to her bed making grabby hands at her little gray bunny. “Okay, I’ll get it, my darling. Your cousin Sailor has one, too. She does. And it was…it was going to be your big sister Luna’s. Let’s get you changed, my baby. And then we’ll go get in the bed with daddy, while you nurse. Does that sound good?”
“Yeah,” she whispers out, letting you lay her back on the table to change. Hayden hangs out in the bedroom, watching and listening to the two of you on the monitor with the sweetest smile. Hearing his two girls babble in the morning. Bonding while you ready her for the morning, with lots of kisses, and cuddles.
“And Cozy is finished. Can you quit eating BunBun? Let’s go see daddy, okay?”
“Yeah!” She grabs a hold of your arm as you carry her into the bathroom, getting the biggest two teeth smile when she sees her daddy, “Dada!”
“Are you going to let daddy hold you?”
“No,” she continues cheesing, holding you even tighter when Hayden’s face falls. He looks up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes. You knew he was only playing, but man, if he wasn’t so proud of his daughter. He could never get enough of her, and wanted to hold her any chance he could.
“Leave her be. She is ready to…”
“Suck on the boobies!”
“Yeah!”
“Stop saying that, Haydes,” giggling as you sit down beside him, and Cozy was already pulling your pajamas down. Mouth wide open as she tries to latch on. “She’s going to go school telling everyone she loves to suck on mama’s boobies.”
“Not as much as daddy loves sucking on them,” Cozy gives a bit of a growl as Hayden pushes back her soft curls. Their eyes locking together, and never looking away, “See, she’s torturing me. She’s proving that she gets to suck on the boobies while people watch, but I can’t suck on the boobies while people watch.”
“Next time we’re at your parents’, just sit in my lap, and pull out my tit and start sucking then. Or maybe in front of Steve and Tulip. I mean, Bucky is still crashing at their house, maybe he would like the show.”
“Cozy, I see where you get your meaniness from; your mama is just as mean.”
“Ow!” You playfully scream when Cozy growls again, getting a little smack on the chest from her. “You tell daddy that he’s being silly. He gets to suck on things that no one else gets to, huh?”
“Please don’t talk about me sucking on your cupcake in front of her. I get it, what I get to play with no one does. And Cozy, I sure do love playing mama. I like playing with her a lot,” his voices gets softer as he moves in closer to you with a dopey grin. Not stopping until it’s your lips pressed against his. The two of you caught in the sweetest little kiss. Mornings have never been more sweet than when you had a baby. Even if she was pushing his arm away. Even if you could hear the Doodle’s feet upstairs as him and Curtis get out of the bed. Right now it was just you and Hayden, and Cozy.
“Your boyfriend and our first child will be in here in a second,” he says when you cant find the will power to pull away from his kiss. “I seriously think he just wants to see your boobies.”
“He knocks at the door,” you mumble, trying to pull him closer. “After Doodle goes outside.”
“I’m only kidding. I know he’s already seen your boobies.”
“Shh, just kiss me, daddy.”
“Growl, yes ma’am.”
“No! Call me baby.”
“Whatever you need Doll, baby,” he says as he closes the gap between you again. Slotting his lips against yours. The best mornings happened every morning.
“Mama?” Cozy pouts up at Hayden, while you finish up a test. She didn’t hate Hayden, she just was attached to you. Giving her dad a little irritated grunt, and she was looking at the office, pumping her fist towards the door, “My mama?”
“Mama is working, baby,” she shakes her head no, still looking towards the office, ready for you to get her. “Yep, do you want daddy to wear you?” Excitedly Cozy nods her head, leaning over to lay her head on his belly, “That sounds so weird. Let me get, ah, the carrier,” reaching towards the carrier that stayed beside the couch, Cozy bounces up and down ready to be worn and walk around.
“Front or back?” That chubby little hand pats on his belly, and he gets so proud of her, “you are the smartest little thing ever. Yep, smart like your mama and your daddy. Does my Cozy baby want puffs or yogurt?”
“Yeah!”
“Okay, both it is there. Here you go, let’s get a snack, and we can throw a ball to Doodle, okay?”
“Yeah!”
This is how you found the sweetest things in the world. Hayden throwing a ball to your bestest boy, while he constantly hands Cozy one of her snacks and her chubby little self happily screeches at Doodle. His nose gives her flailing feet a tap every time. “You know, Haydes, I thought you were sexy when I saw you shirtless for the first time.”
“I know you did, baby,” leaning to the side, he gives you a quick kiss, shushing Cozy when she says mama, “Quiet, Coze, daddy still wants to hold you.”
“But this,” you give that sweet little angel on her daddy’s chest a kiss to her head, and she looks up at you, still repeating her mantra of mama, “Our little fenced in backyard, with our handsome boy, this sweet babe on you…Haydes, this is you at your sexiest. Like how could I want anything more?”
“Well, you are almost finished with school, and you my beautiful wife will be a CPA. I’m just glad that you let me share this life with you,” Doodle stops in his tracks, howling suddenly, “We have company.”
“Uh huh.”
“And you knew, and didn’t tell me. That can only mean one thing.”
The side gate opens up, and in trots Andy, Amaris, and even the caseworker that didn’t seem to be away from these two, even if Andy wasn’t giving any information on that. “Andy Barber,” Hayden turns towards the trio, and Cozy’s legs go stiff, kicking out. “No.”
“Dede!”
“It sounds like you’re saying daddy and it hurts my feelings,” you swear that Cozy and Hayden could have a pouting contest against each other. She learned the jutting out lip directly from her dad
“Dede!” She squeals again, the biggest grin on her face. “Dede!”
“Can I get her?” Andy snorts, holding his own hands out, while Cozy tries to wiggle her way out of her confines. Reaching up towards her uncle, and almost vibrating with excitement that he was there. “Dede brought Ama, and Angel to come see you, sweetheart. C’mere.”
Your eyes move immediately to Andy’s shadow as she watches him hold your daughter so sweetly. Amaris already runs with Doodle, while you have to hold Hayden since he was pouting, “You had her for a couple of hours all to yourself,” you try to remind him. Letting him know that he had her all to himself while you finished up some work. Got to take a nap with her and Doodle in the bed. She was even laying on his belly. And you had to miss it.
“And she hates me because I gave her a bottle,” Cozy’s head shoots over towards you, and looks at your chest, and holds Andy even tighter, “See, she likes Dede and boobies.”
“She’s like you, babe. Come on, Angel, you want to help with dinner? Curtis should be here soon. Amaris? You want to make brownies or just play with Doodle dude until Coco gets here?”
“You’re leaving me alone with the Andy Barber?” Hayden pulls you into him, whispering in your ear before you can get away.
“Yes, and let Cozy be your buffer. You’ll be fine. You’re a big boy now. And if you’re a real big boy, I’ll give you a pumpkin cupcake as a treat, okay?” He sweetly nods his head, making sure to get another kiss before you leave his side.
“But with our next baby, can you make them love me more than you?”
“Yes, Haydes. Behave,” motioning for Angel to join you, she follows you in the kitchen. Waiting on you to give her direction, and helping immediately.
Her focus randomly drifts out the door, watching your blushing husband showing off the work you two had been doing for Cozy’s backyard oasis. Her eyes fondly staring at Andy holding your little baby. Getting a warm smile when Cozy pushes her hand against his mouth, and you watch as Angel’s hand gently caresses her stomach. Even the way she watches Amaris, laughing quietly out loud.
“So…what’s going on between you and Andy?”
“Uh…well…”
“Is it serious? I mean, does Amaris know that you two are…?”
“No,” she blurts out immediately. “We’re saying it’s to see how she’s adjusting. This is new territory for all of us. Especially me.”
A comfortable silence moves over the kitchen, but she never strays from looking towards Andy, and the kids. A longing look clouding her eyes. “Doll, can I ask you a personal question?” You nod at her, deciding that dinner was prepped and started enough to move closer, and she only slightly backs away. “How long was it before you and Hayden…had intercourse?”
“Oh. Oh, well that…it’s difficult to say.”
“That soon?”
“No. No, I uh…I was raised in a motorcycle club. My mother died when I was young, and…I was taught to be an eventual old lady, and my purpose was to be there for my husband’s enjoyment. Do whatever he likes. I first experimented with my crush and brother’s best friend, had a miscarriage, and later got into the most toxic relationships I could imagine with my dad’s best friend, and my brother’s at the same time. I was lost, and drowning, and Curtis brought me to his family. And a few months later I met Hayden, and…we took things painfully slow. I didn’t want sex to confuse my head with how I felt about him. I don’t regret that time, and I appreciate him and us more because of that. Hayden was patient, and the perfect gentleman. He let me lead the speed of our relationship.”
Looking down at the countertop, she nods her head. Her finger draws circles on the surface, and she looks back one more time at Andy who was nibbling on Cozy’s cheek, while hugging Amaris up against him. He was built to be a father. “I want to give him that. I love that Cozy loves him, and he gets to experience a baby. But I’m scared.”
“Why?”
“I’ve never…I have, but it was never my…m-my choice, and…”
“Can I hug you?” She looks up at you confused, and you don’t need her to say more if she didn’t want to. You knew the story and how she got into social work, and how she was in the foster system growing up. She was trusting you enough, but you didn’t need to know the details. “I want to give you the ability to choose whether you want me to touch you or not.”
She sighs, and leans in to hug you. Pulling you in closer, and melting into you quickly. “I’ve never told anyone that, but Andy.”
“He’s a good man, Angel. The fact that he’s keeping you around means he’s willing to wait.”
“What if I never can?”
“Then worry about that then,” she slides away from you. Inhaling and exhaling slowly as she stares blankly at Andy. “I started off with touching myself. Get comfortable with me. And then naturally Haydes’ and my relationship progressed. Our kisses lasted longer. My body craved his. I would straddle him, and you know grind on him. A lot of clothes on stuff happened. And then…I felt him a few times before he was ever inside me. There’s ways. And I didn’t feel empty afterwards. I wanted more, and when I was ready I knew. I didn’t want to hold back. I wanted him, and I loved him, and…it was the best thing that happened. Because we’re now married, and I have something I’ve always wanted. I…we made our dreams happen. I’ve never been happier, and tomorrow I will be even happier. And the next day, even happier. It happens everyday. He’s my best friend.”
“What about Curtis?” Angel laughs through her tears. Her hand wipes away the streams pouring down her cheeks. “They call him your boyfriend.”
“Curtis is my friend. And one of my best friends, but there’s things I don’t share with him. I share everything with Hayden.”
“Even bodily fluids.”
“Even that,” there was something satisfying about talking to someone in this way. Getting to be a bit more candid with a female. Being open with someone completely, because Tulip didn’t want to know, and Bubs was so guarded. “I know Haydes is a lot for some people. But he’s my perfect. He’s someone I see sitting on our back porch steps, watching our grandchildren play back here. Or just laying in the bed holding each other with our wrinkled hands. I want to grow old with him, and I’m going to laugh everyday.”
“Andy isn’t the funniest,” another look to the back, and this time Andy catches sight of her, and the two share the sweetest lingering look, and her hand was back on her stomach again. “He’s corny. Corny dad jokes.”
“But he makes you laugh. He doesn’t make you cry. Trust your gut. You want him. He wants you. Let him continue to take your walls down brick by brick, until the passion and lust is too much and you react. That’s all it is,” the outside party walking towards the backdoor has Angel getting from her stool, and going to the half bath. “If you need to freshen up, you can use our bedroom,” you tell her. Thankful she was getting a moment to recenter herself, and breathe without prying eyes, and Andy who couldn’t touch her with Amaris around.
Doodle runs straight to you, and you give him the best head scratches. Seeing your smiling baby squeal when she reaches towards you. The prettiest smile on her face as she starts to clap, and her legs flail around the closer she gets to you. Holding her high above your head when you take her from Andy, bringing her back down for the sweetest kisses. “Okay, you need some floor time. Are you going to be on the floor with Doodle to play?”
“Yeah!” She screams, and the second she’s in the floor she crawls over to her toy box, and starts throwing out stuffies into the floor. Looking at each one carefully until she tosses it aside.
“Watch this,” Hayden whispers to Andy. “Look how smart my babies are.”
“Uhh!” She screams out when getting to the bottom. Sitting on the floor she turns to look at her mess, making sure she didn’t make a mistake in identifying what she was looking for. Scanning over every stuffed animal, until looking at Doodle, “Do!”
Doodle snorts, but trots into her room, coming back with BunBun in his mouth, and Cozy squeals again. “That bunny gets around,” Andy notes, winking over at Amaris who had her own version of a gray bunny. “Cozy baby, why do you only like stuffed animals?” She answers by squeezing onto her bunny, and looks up at you pitifully. Ready to be held closely.
“No, it’s not time. You play,” silly girl. Trying to trick her way into nursing. She wasn’t even sleepy. Looking towards Doodle she crawls over to her buddy, sitting right next to him, and babbles to the toys surrounding them. Picking each one up, but BunBun stays right in her lap.
“She’s so cute,” Angel says, a sneaky little hand grazing against Andy’s. Amaris was in the floor with them, none the wiser as to what her dad was doing. Laying on her belly as she talks to Cozy’s BunBun with a different stuffed animal of a bear.
“She’s rotten,” Hayden takes a seat on the couch, and pulls you over into his lap. “Aren’t you, Cozette? Are you rotten to the core?”
Nonsensical baby talk is spoken towards Hayden, but it ends in sweet little giggles, and her mouth turns into a perfect circle, hearing Curtis’ truck rumble into the garage. Pointing at the door, “Co!” She claps, crawling a little bit to the door, but sitting still on her foam mats.
“That is your Coco,” you tell her, and her eyes never leave the front door. Laughing when he bursts through. “Oh no,” you pout, and your bottom lip juts out. He did it. He said he was going to. Showed you a picture of them and commented how their wrinkled butts looked just like Cozy’s chunky self. “You didn’t.”
Doodle’s position turns to get in front of Cozy. Looking up at Curtis feeling betrayed, and his brown eyes glare up at him, “Buddy, I had to. Look at hims wittle winkle butt. Doesn’t him wook wike Cozy?”
“Co!”
“Doodle, you wanna sniff him?” Curtis asks, kneeling in front of Doodle and Cozy, but Doodle sneezes instead, and haughtily walks over to his bed. His pouting eyes staring at the puppy that Curtis places in your hand. “Coze, come look at him.”
Cozy looks towards her Doodle, and back at the puppy, and Amaris, sits beside Hayden, giving the puppy a little pet. “Baby, Coco got you a puppy. He said you needed it.”
“Co?”
“Yes, Coco got you this wrinkle butt puppy.”
“Ehh!” She squeals, crawling over towards you. Hating that she could pull herself up now. And she points at his nose. Looking up at you and Hayden. “Co!”
“Yes, this is Cozy’s puppy.”
“Mek!”
“No, milk right now. You can pet him,” exhaling deeply, her hand touches the pup, and she moves it back quickly, laughing at you and her daddy, and then looking up at Curtis, and back towards Andy. Smiling so wide that her eyes were squinting, “You telling everyone he’s your puppy?” Nodding her head, she tries it out again. Softly touching his head, and when he licks her, she laughs again. “Doodle, you’re still our sweetest boy.”
“And he gets alone time from the pup. You go to work with Hayden,” Doodle picks his head up only to lay back down. “Oh, come on, big guy. We’re still pals. You’ll still get to sleep upstairs, or on the stairs, or in front of Cozy’s bed. Wherever you want. That’s your baby brother, and you got to teach him the ways.”
“My?” Cozy looks up at you, petting the new puppy’s head softly. All the while Angel and Andy move even the tiniest bit closer together, not even noticing how Amaris was watching them more than the puppy. Cutting her eyes over at her dad and her, but smirking as she watches them. They forget just how smart Amaris actually is.
“Yes, my Cozy. Dis is your puppy. And dat is your Doodle, and daddy’s.”
“Dada my Do,” saying his name causes Doodle to harumph his way over to Cozy, sitting in the floor beside her. And her sweet little hand runs through his mane, and she leans over on him, giving him a little hug, “My Do!”
“Yes. Now, let’s eat.”
“Mek!”
“Okay, you guys eat. Cozy needs to be changed and have a snack.”
“Doll, baby, we’re going to wait on you. You go feed the babe, and give me a kiss.”
“Here. Hold her. I’m going to get Sailor dressed for bed,” Tulip places Cozy in Bucky’s arms, and he stares down at the little girl confused. “Oh, good grief, Buck. Doll and Hayden know you won’t leave, so you’re always here. You’re going to have to be around her. And don’t say it, Steve will be back in like five minutes. And don’t let her fall on the floor.”
“What?” He shouts as she walks away. “Why would you say that. Don’t,” he tells Cozy as her lip puckers out. Scratching beside her ears. “What did I do?” Tears brim her eyes, and she starts to pull at her ears. Her lip trembling, and she won’t look away from Bucky, “Tulip! Make it stop!”
“Stop screaming!” She whisper screams, holding Sailor who only had on a diaper, but she steps back into the living room to chastise Bucky. “Doll and Hayden don’t raise their voices. You’re scaring her. Now, just hold her. Softly. She’s a soft baby. Get her bunny.”
“BunBun!” She pouts even harder, reaching towards the floor, and Bucky holds her onto her, leaning into the floor to retrieve it. “My mama?”
“Uh…she’s…she had to go on a date with your daddy.”
“Dada?”
“Yeah. They’re coming back. Oh,” Bucky says softly as Cozy snuggles into his chest. Rubbing her nose over the bunny, trying to stop her tears. “I get your name. You just like to be extra cozy, huh?”
“My mama,” she whimpers. Her breathing gasping through her cries that she tries to stop. Taking comfort from BunBun’s soft form while she slowly gets more calm. Her little hand grasping to his shirt. “My mama.”
“She’s something, huh? She’s surprised even me. Your dad can’t be too bad of a guy, because he definitely fits in with your mama,” her head pops up as she looks at Bucky. She gives a point to his nose, and she giggles a bit. “Yeah, I’ve known your mom since she was about your age. She grew up. Grew up real…well, she’s…your mom is still hot. One of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.”
“Yep.”
“She did good. You were…were supposed to have a sister. She was my baby.”
“My mama.”
“Yeah. With your mama. I think that’s where the trend of the bunnies came from is her. Sailor has her bunny,” Cozy pulls her bunny tight to her chest, smiling up at Bucky. Blinking her eyes twice at him. “You’re pretty cute. I definitely see your dad in you, but those eyes. You’ve got your mama’s eyes.”
“My mama,” she goes off on a tangent of nonsense, and Bucky’s eyes go wider watching her. Her eyebrows animated as she speaks. It was like she was having a full blown conversation with him, but it was indecipherable. Using her hands to gesture about something.
“Yeah. I agree with all that you said. Your mom is a pretty cool human. Even if she has an ugly star tattoo.”
“No, she doesn’t,” Tulip comes back, with Sailor running in with a sippy cup. Crawling up into her dad’s seat while she waits on Steve. “Doll had that thing removed before she ever got married. It was painful. But you can’t really see it anymore, huh, sweetheart? You’re good with kids, Buck.”
“But,” Cozy points at his nose, and Bucky rolls his eyes. “But!”
“See, what you did. Now she’s calling me But. It’s Buck. Or Bucky.”
“It’s cute. But you’re good with them. Sailor, too.”
“I don’t think I want kids anymore. I think I just wanted one. It was really Doll that wanted kids. And then it happened and…well, we see how this ended. Doll got her baby, and you really are the cutest thing I have ever seen.”
“Doll has her a baby doll. She acts so much like her mama at times. So soft, and needing to be held and loved,” Sailor points at Cozy who was smiling up at Bucky. Her little hand rubs over his cheek, before she snatches it away, giggling. Holding her hand over her mouth when she gets too loud.
“Why is she doing that?” Bucky asks, but couldn’t stop smiling at her precious self. “She really is a cute little thing.”
“She’s flirting. She does that with Andy, too. Cozy, you want to put your jammies on? Doodle and Diesel are sitting on the floor ready for you to lay down with them. We got your pillow bed. Come here,” she shakes her head no, laying back down on Bucky’s chest. Whimpering about her mama. “Oh, honey, they’ll be back soon. Let me get you a bottle.”
“Mek. My mama.”
“She wants Doll’s boob,” Sailor laughs when Cozy sits back up, and turns to look at her cousin.
“What?” Bucky looks at Tulip mortified, “Why does she want her boob?”
“She nurses, Bucky. My god, stop being so dramatic,” Cozy’s lip puckers out, and a few sniffles escape her mouth before those eyes fill up with tears.
“She’s crying again.”
“Hers sleepy,” Tulip goes to reach for Cozy, but she shakes her head, laying back down on Bucky’s chest. And he goes to rub his hand up and down her back.
“My mama!”
“The dog is coming over to her. She has everyone trained.”
“He’s trying to comfort her, which isn’t what you’re doing, when your voice goes up an octave. Shh. Cozy, come here baby.”
“Mama! Mek!”
Back and forth between the group continue, and when you open the door to Steve and Tulip’s house, Cozy turns to look at you. Smiling in between her tears, and reaching towards you. Her chubby little hands making grabby fists, and smiling bigger the closer you get, “Is Uncle Bucky holding you?”
“My mama!”
“Don’t take it personal, Bucky,” Hayden sits down almost right beside Bucky as you reach for Cozy. Holding her tight to your chest, and she’s immediately running her hands down your chest. “Doll, baby, go feed her. We’ll leave when you’re finished,” carrying her into Sailor’s room, Hayden turns and looks towards Bucky. “She’s cute isn’t she? We made a cute baby. My god, I love that kid.”
“She’s cute,” he looks at Hayden nervously. Tapping his fingers on his knees, “I thought you said Steve was almost back.”
“Bucky, no hard feelings between us,” Hayden extends a hand over to Bucky, and Bucky gives it a slow look. “I’m extending an olive branch. It’s fine. We fell for the same woman, but I married her. And she’s madly in love with me.”
“Hayden! Oh my goodness. Sailor, you waiting on daddy? Or you want to watch a movie in the bed with me?”
“Daddy!”
“Sorry, that was insensitive. You treat my wife with respect, and you are kind to my daughter, I won’t hate you. We all have pasts. And seeing how we can’t get rid of each other, it’s okay to admit the two of you dated. Well…you did…you were together. It is fine. I have totally moved passed it because I wake up next to her, and I get to see her with our daughter everyday. So we’re good.”
“You’re a dork,” Bucky says, as he looks towards Hayden who was just smiling at Bucky, giving him a proud head nod. Hayden was a dork, and he knew it. “But you’re a lucky dork, who is good to her, and she loves you very much. And yes, you made a cute baby.”
“One of the cutest. Like, I get to see that sweet face everyday, and get to hear her and her mama call me daddy, and…ahh, it’s a beautiful life.”
You hear every word that they’re saying. Staring down at your daughter whose eyes were fluttering closed. You were so happy she got her daddy’s lashes. The way they sit against her cheeks. She was perfect. Your life was such a roller coaster, but holding this sweet angel against your chest was enough to convince you it was worth it.
You had so many more laughs than cries. The pretty house of your dreams, but inside was more than you could imagine. And the fact that Hayden could proudly sit next to Bucky and tell him he didn’t care about the past. You were his now. An equal pairing, and you loved showing each other off.
“You finished, sweet Cozy?” You whisper as she pulls off you. Whispering some nonsense of her own. Smacking her lips, and struggling to keep her eyes open. “Let’s go get daddy and the boys, and we’re going to go home, okay?”
She was completely milk drunk. Smiling with her eyes rolling in the back of her head. Not wanting to lift off you as you walk into the living room, “Daddy, your baby is very tired. She’ll go straight to bed. And Curtis is having a sleepover.”
“Yep. Tulip, thank you so much for keeping our baby and the boys. Bucky, thanks for not being a punk. And Miss Guppy…oh…thanks for being awesome,” he whispers to the sleeping toddler who was curled up in Steve’s chair. “We’ll get her for your date night next time. Doodle, buddy, follow mama. Diesel, my man, you wander too much still. Get in these arms.”
“Uh!” Cozy puts a leg up on the back porch, but drops it back down on the ground, looking over at Diesel who was also trying to climb the stairs as well. Wearing nothing but a little dress that had her diaper sticking out of the bottom, and rolls upon rolls. “Up. Uh! Dada! My mama!”
“Your mama,” Hayden sits on the step looking at her and her partner in crime, “Is waiting on something. She’ll be out in a minute. Show Poppy and Nini how you walk.”
“No. My mama.”
“You can’t walk, Cozy. It’s not allowed,” Tara squats down, holding her arms out, “Come on. Can you walk to Nini.”
“No,” she points into the house still not giving up on getting to you, but Hayden picks her up to turn towards Tara, giving her bootie a little tap. “My mama.”
“Coze, you walk to me, and I’ll tell Poppy to go get your mama. Come on baby. Come see Nini. I don’t think you can do it,” Cozy sticks her tongue out in concentration, and takes one step towards Tara. Wobbly, and ready to fall, but she holds still until she catches her balance. Taking another step so determined to get to Tara. “There you go. Come on. Come to Nini. Howard, tell Doll she needs to just get out here. We’ll all check later.”
“Dad, didn’t I make the cutest baby? Look at her. Her chonky little legs walking like that?”
“Yes, son. You made the most beautiful little girl. I’m going to get your wife,” Howard softly walks through your house, and lets the office door creak open. You sigh in relief but don’t remove your eyes from the computer. You are still in disbelief at what the screen was saying, “Doll, you don’t have to sit there for results. Your baby is taking steps outside, and I don’t want you to miss it.”
“I’m not waiting anymore,” you wipe away your steady flow of tears, finally turning back towards Howard. Tear stained cheeks, and makeup that was long gone and wiped away.
“Honey, you can always take…”
“I passed. I’m done. I’m a CPA. Howard, I did it,” your words rush out of you. You said it. It had to be real. You read over that email so many times. It wasn’t a dream. This was a reality.
“Oh, Doll,” he takes a few steps towards you, giving you a big hug. “You did it.”
“My daughter has a reason….Howard, she’s going to be so proud.”
“She was always going to be so proud.”
“And Haydes. I gotta tell him. And I can’t even think, and my baby is taking steps, and Howard, I passed. I gotta…Hayden! Haydes!” You didn’t mean to be rude. But all you could think is getting to Hayden. All those nights of studying. The time you had to be away from your daughter to be in class. The times that you were multitasking and letting her nurse while you studied. It all had come to this shiny conclusion.
“Hayden!”
“Doll?” He asks, getting worried, grabbing up Cozy, and walking towards you, “Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? What happened? Are you okay? Baby, talk to me.”
“I did it,” a hand rests on his hip, and you start to push yourself closer to your family. “I’m officially your CPA wifey. Cozy, mama did it!”
“Aye!”
“You…y-y-y-you…Ma! My hot wife is now a hot CPA! Doll…you…no more studying? You did it? Oh my god. Dad, we need cake. Ma, call everyone to come by and celebrate. No! Let’s go out to eat, and then you guys leave us alone, and I can congratulate my wife, and…”
“Hayden, son, you’re disgusting. Cozy, let Nini get you dressed, while you’re parents make out for a minute.”
“No, my mama! My mama, aye!”
“Haydes, we did it. We…thank you, Haydes. You’ve always believed in me. And thanks to this beautiful baby, and our boys, and…we did this, Haydes. We did it all,” you didn’t care who was watching. You needed him. Needed to feel him and remind yourself of how real he was. Of how no one could ever compare to him.
You are able to feel your baby in his arms, while feel him on you. You had done it. You completed something. You did it. You did. You did it all. Even if no one else was proud, and they were, you are so proud of yourself. Because, you. Did. It.
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Ok for Friday’s ask- Date gone wrong, like terribly wrong + cute, great to talk to stranger + Ari/Bucky/Hayden (I know, I know he is kind of a big ass in A Permanent Claim, but he is adorable)
have a great rest of the day
and much love to you
You’re the only one so far to comment on Hayden/know who I meant! I love that!
I decided to change it from stranger to roommates, hope that’s okay
Your key, like it had for the last four months, had gotten stuck again when you tried to unlock the door. Like you had been warned, you shook the handle twice and rattled the key before you could open the door. By the time you slipped into the apartment and kicked off your heels, you feet felt swollen and sore. Your hand flew out to brace yourself against the wall as you hissed and rubbed your free hand over your feet.
A first date, one of few first dates you’d had in your life, was more than atrocious. It was one of the worst dates you’d had in your life and you had never felt like you’d been put through the ringer more.
“You cocksucking-“ a harsh whisper and a chuckle, the sound of bright and melodic music coming from the living room had reached you at the front entrance.
“I’m home!” You called out to your three male roommates, kicking your heels against the wall before you started down the hall to the living room.
“I’m kicking his ass.” Ari spoke over his shoulder, directing your attention to the two racers on screen, Mario and Princess Peach, and the red shell that came for the former again.
“Ari you son of a-!” Bucky cursed and shoved his hand into Ari’s shoulder, looking back at you quickly. “You’re back early.”
“Date was shit,” Hayden surmised, striding from the kitchen with a glass of wine and a box of takeout for you, “otherwise you wouldn’t have been back so soon.”
“You have no idea,” you hummed as Hayden leaned in and kissed your temple, his hand brushing against the small of your back, “my feet are killing me. And the dress stopped being comfortable an hour ago.”
“Go change, we’ll watch a movie.” Hayden shot a look toward Ari and Bucky, the two of them turning off the game and setting the remotes in the bin.
“The guy spent more time talking about himself,” you shivered against Hayden’s fingertips as he helped unzip your dress—a task he took without you having to ask. “And he wore so much cologne I thought I was going to choke.”
“You can do better.” Hayden mumbled into your hair, grabbing the takeout from you again until you could go change.
You pulled away and moved to your bedroom, quickly discarding the dress in favour for a pair of loose fitting joggers and an oversized shirt you stole from Ari. You shuffled back out of your bedroom to the living room, joining Hayden, Bucky and Ari.
You were tucked between the two brunette’s, your legs stretched across Ari and Hayden’s lap. You rest your head against Bucky’s shoulder and sighed, sinking further into the couch. Your takeout food Hayden got to you had been given back to you to enjoy while the movie started playing.
“I don’t assholes anyway,” you spoke after a minute of silence, “I just need you boys.”
“That’s right, honeybun.” Ari kissed into your hair. “You’re our girl.”
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The Neighbour Above
((DAY 5 OF CHRISTMAS))
Harvard Hottie (Hayden) X Reader
Word Count: 1,049
Warnings: Fluff
Summary: It's been a year ago since your dog passed on. Christmas hasn't been the same since but maybe it's time to move on with your neighbour, Hayden, and his adorable little Chiweenie puppy.
A/N: I apologise for technically taking a hiatus but I'm back now that I'm on my week break. I think I'll only be able to post this and another fic but as always, I'm working towards finishing the Christmas Masterlist to then be able to go on and write more fics since I already have an idea for Max Burnett.
You got home from work early today since it's Christmas eve and passed by your neighbour's apartment. He was this guy who went to Harvard a few years back since you'd seen him wearing the shirt once or twice. You turned it into a joke however between you and the nanny who babysits the kids above you. But, he'll only ever be known as Harvard Hottie.
You shrugged off the thought of inviting him over seeing as he wasn't home since his shoes weren't on the shoe rack next to his door. You entered your apartment and removed your heels, placing them by the door as you locked up behind you.
You thought about having a fancy dinner tonight but didn't want to leave the house so you decided that you were gonna cook tonight to forget about the fact that it's your late dog's death anniversary.
People would consider it weird to be hung over about an animal but it's usually those same people who've probably never had a pet before in their life.
You sat on the couch for a while as you rubbed your feet. They have been aching excruciatingly at work while you were typing away on your laptop at your desk. You massaged your feet for a while more and got up to take a bath to relax as you cleaned yourself up before getting dressed in a tank top and sweatpants.
As you came out of the room, you turned the tv on. You browsed through Netflix before deciding to turn on, "Friends". You heard the same intro every day and smiled to yourself - at least that never failed to make you happy.
You decided it was time for you to eat as your appetite was calling you forth to the kitchen. You made some pasta for yourself not really feeling the drive to do anything fancy for Christmas albeit already having the Christmas tree set up a week ago.
As you were plating your food, you heard a scratch on the door followed by more scratches afterwards. You set your plate down on the kitchen counter before making your way to the door. You opened it to see a tiny Chiweenie puppy as you looked down at the floor upon hearing its bark.
You bend down to pick it up, smiling as you checked its collar for a name. 'Oscar... What a beautiful name,' You thought to yourself. You were deep into thought playing with the puppy that you didn't hear the proceeding footsteps getting closer to you.
"Hey, I'm sorry if Oscar disturbed you," You felt a pat on your shoulder bringing you out of thought as you looked up to see, Harvard Hottie.
"Hi," You said while admiring him as your jaw dropped but you soon regained your composure before standing up to give Oscar to him, "Here."
"Thank you," He took his puppy back and held it close to him, "I hope he didn't bother you too much... but um Merry Christmas Eve."
"Y-Yeah... M-Merry Christmas Eve to you too," You said chuckling and smiling at him before going back into your apartment as you held the door open still before thinking if you should invite him in.
"Hey um, d-do you wanna come in? If you don't have any plans that is."
He nodded and came inside before you realised that you haven't yet cleaned your apartment and grimaced at the thought as you closed the door.
As he walked in, he admired the place and sat on the couch chuckling seeing 'Friends' playing on the TV. He had put Oscar down and let him roam about the place as well.
You walked to the kitchen to dish out the pasta before serving it to him.
"Here you go, just something light for you to eat... again, I'm sorry that it's not much."
He takes the food and smiles at you before eating it as you sit beside him watching your TV. You looked over seeing that he enjoyed your food as he looked so relaxed. Of course, he caught you looking and opened his arms to extend an invitation for you guys to cuddle as you moved closer to him.
He wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you leaned into him and sigh feeling warm and comfortable before closing your eyes as you fell asleep.
It took him a while to register it before he pulled away to put the plate in the sink as he came back to carry you to your bed. He tucked you in under your blanket smiling to himself before sighing as he made his decision to stay the night.
He closed the room door quietly and went to turn off the TV before sleeping on the couch as Oscar slept on the floor beside him.
The following day when you awoke, you wondered how you got on the bed since you remembered that you had been on the couch last night. Your mind then thought about 'Harvard Hottie' as you got out of bed to leave your room before seeing that he was asleep on the couch as you smiled to yourself.
You grabbed a blanket from the dresser before going out to cover him, but to your dismay, he awoke from the slight brushing of the blanket over his skin.
"Hey, how'd you sleep?" He asked you while sitting up and yawning.
"I-I slept like a baby," You chuckled while answering him. "I'm sorry for waking you up. I didn't mean to but I saw that you were sleeping without a blanket and so I just wanted to cover you with it."
"It's okay," He grabbed your hand, encouraging you to sit beside him as he smiled at you, "For starters, why don't you tell me your name and I'll tell you mine as well."
You told him your name before getting a response from him as well, "I'm Hayden... and I would like to take you out on a date if that's okay?"
You nodded and responded, "I would love that very much, Hayden."
Hayden leaned forward and kissed you gently before pulling away and smiling as he leaned his forehead against yours, "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas to you too, Hayden," You leaned forward and kissed him again.
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With Love || Hayden x Reader - Chapter 2
A/N: This series is heavily inspired by Love Rosie/Where Rainbows End.
Warning: Fluff, a blink-and-miss pang of sadness (??)
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Previously On With Love
All mistakes are mine own. Non-beta’d.
"Yes.", you said nodding. You took the kettle off the stove and let Hayden up the stairs to your room, where the baby was sleeping in your bed. You walked inside and towards the bed.
You carefully removed the pillows you placed on the sides so as not to wake Alex. You sat up on the bed next to Alex before you looked back at the door to where Hayden was now standing. "Come on.", you said waving towards the bed.
"He's so...", he paused for a second searching for a word to describe his son, "...beautiful". He turned to you with a curious smile which brought a certain glow to his eyes, those pale blue eyes, the same eyes that stared at you almost hauntingly for the past four months, "What's his name?", he asked pulling you out of the daze. "Alex", you said smiling knowingly. Hayden smiled to himself muttering, "Alex", and turned his gaze back to the baby, "That's a perfect name."
You wished you could capture a picture of this moment. Hayden was on his stomach, his right arm bend at the elbow, his index finger wrapped in your baby's fist while he was resting his head on the other hand. You were on your side next to Alex, watching Hayden smiling at the sleeping baby. A smile on your lips cherishing this union that was long overdue.
The two of you didn't speak for a long time. "You knew.", he whispered looking up from the baby to look at you. You shifted to sit up on the bed. "You knew, didn't you? At the coffee shop? You actually got in that day, didn't you?" You didn't say anything but nod. He looked up to look into your eyes. "You knew I would have altered my study plans and stuck around. I would've done absolutely anything to stay with you and *our* baby."
"Hayden, that is exactly why I didn't tell you. I knew you'd sacrifice everything and I couldn't let you do that."
"That wasn't your decision to make.", he said under his breath.
You slowly put your hand over his hand and softly said, "Hayden.."
He shook his head. "Not now. Right now I want to have this moment." "I know, I know. We can talk later.", you replied and retracted your hand. Hayden was looking at his son, your son as though this was the last time they'll meet. And you, you were reminiscing back to the time when.....
One year ago
Fifteen minutes had passed before you heard the bells clinging from the cafe's main entry from behind you. You being on the edge of your seat had been looking at the door after every single jingle of the bells and a mix of emotions ran right through you as you saw Hayden in his messy hair sporting his black t-shirt that never seems to get off of him.
"Have you been waiting too long?", he said pulling out the chair and sat down. You simply shook your head.
Being the childhood friends you were, you already had his chocolate milkshake with extra sprinkles ordered which he was quick to slurp up after the "apparent" jog he just ran. "So...?", he smiled as he whipped out a torn envelope from his back pocket and showed you, "I've got some news", he said grinning. "Oh my god, congratulations.", you said taking hands and squeezing them in yours.
"And yours?", he asked for which you responded with a bittersweet smile and shook your head and showed a torn envelope with the Boston Culinary School logo on it. "Oh Y/N", he took your hand, "You can apply again in 3 months and you can stay with me up in Boston and get thing set up, while you wait." "Hayden, it's alright. You don't have to.", you squeezed his hand, "Dad said that he can get me a job so I can get some work experience and then apply next year, I think it's a good suggestion, don't you?"
"I still wish you'd come with me..." *I wish I could too* "but as long as you are happy and you promise to come visit me, I am okay", Hayden said smiling and looked at you longingly. "I promise", you nodded. Hayden reflected your smile when his phone started blasting his Don't Stop Believin' tune, he gave a quick glance to the phone and went, "I have to run bub", he stood up, "I'll text you later?". You nodded l, after which you both stood up and hugged each other when he whispered in your ear, "Everything will be okay."
You watched Hayden as he exited the café and let out a sigh. Your attention turned to the little envelope in your hand which made you happy and sad at the same time, because little did Hayden know that you actually got into your dream college but a minor situation popped up from the most treasured night of yours and Hayden. You repeated in your head what Hayden told you last, "Everything will be okay", while your hand involuntarily moved over your belly.
Part Three
PS: Yep, chapter three is in the works. If y’all wanna be tagged, comment or just send me a DM
PPS: Sorry it took a year y'all. In my defense, the school had me writing essays all year long. Plus, I was majorly dissatisfied with the chapter for a long time, but this series is close to my heart so I pushed through and now we are here. Thank you so much to all of y'all for reading it! Much love!
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Thanks Captain America.... part 1
Part 2 here
Warning tons of angst. Not my best work. But I just got done reading a fic that made me hate Steve. Therefore right now there's angst. 18+ mentions of kidnappin and cheating and crying and waning Steve to fall on a knife and I think thats it 18+ just incase. Comments welcome please I need more comments. Reblogs appreciated no reposting or republishing.
This is part 1
Part 2 here
I saw Steve at the street fair. I thought he was working and I know he said we can't be seen in public together but I can still say hi like a fan or just be around him. Feel his warmth I love that.
There was a small group wanting to say hi and I was just there to watch him. Just as our eyes meet I hear a
"Stevie baby" and a woman kisses his cheek. And she had a promise wring on her ring finger a claddah.
I couldn't read his face but I know he could read mine as I gasped. That was the reason that was the real reason. Tears pooled
I wanted to puke.
I started crying and went to some place to sit. My hand was shaking as I took out my phone and I sent him one. Last. Text.
"The only reason that I am not dousing you with water is because I'll be made the villain. Your things will be in a garbage bag in the lobby. I suggest you get it before its thrown out forever tomorrow morning. But maybe those things you said meant something meant nothing.. I know I meant nothing to you."
I couldn't care less if someone got his things i assume they'd be thrown out regardless. It's obvious he didn't care about me he knew I was crying and he just didn't care.
I ignored every ring and ding and notification from my phone. I never read any of his responses or voice mails. I never blocked him either it seemed cruelest for him that way. I thought maybe one day I'd be strong enough to read him begging. But I guess that day will never come.
Where I was sitting someone came up to me,
"Hey are you ok."
"No I just found out my boyfriend was cheating me probably the whole time. He's not the man I thought he was... he was never."
"You found out here?"
Yea he said he didn't want us-" I stopped myself i wasnt about to let myself be kidnapped or killed because someone thought I meant something to Steve. "Us to come because he had work. It's complicated."
"Its not that complicated. He's an asshole."
"That about sums it up."
A few weeks later my front door is being pounded on.
I look for the peephole and its Steve. I should have known.
"I can see your feet and hear your breathing i know you're there."
"I'm not going anywhere with you."
"Someone knows about us they're threatening you you need to come-"
"No.
"This isn't a-:
"I'm not going anywhere".
:It's just to the tower. I'll break thi-"
I opened the door a bit and he shut up..I made sure he could clearly see my face my face my eyes still puffy from crying.
"I don't care I don't care about anything anymore I don't know why you do either because I meant nothing."
"If something happens to you I'd-"
"Wouldn't care you'd just feel guilty in front of the press to get sympathy you're nothing like you claim. Get. Out. Of . My. Building before I call the cops. Or better yet tmz. All righteous captain America is harassing me stalking me. Forcing-How do you think that would play out? Hm? There are camera in the hallway."
"I never meant to hurt you. I never meant for it to get this far."
"But you meant it to grt far enough.. but you were cheating on me. Or was I the other girl? Or were we both equals in this and you just went back and forth. Did you tell her?"
All my questions went unanswered
I. HATE. YOU." Then I slammed the door. And walked back into my bedroom.
"Honey next time he's here-"
"Dont you'll make things worse. He'll just freak.. I can't believe you never saw Old Yeller its the saddest movie ever. After this we're watching winnie the pooh." I snuggled back in Hayden.
"What if he's telling the truth?"
"Hes not all he does is lie. Should be his moto."
There was this huge women defense class series Maria Hill and Natasha from Shield/avengers were doing. A series of class 16 weeks. I was able to get a spot thatks to the one woman who knew I was Steve's girl-or I guess one of Steve's girl. I always wondered why her face looked a bit sad. Now I know.. I figured why not especially since Steve won't leave me alone and as much as Hayden cares he'd never be a match. I don't want him to get hurt. He's becoming more than just my best friend.
I had been kicking and punching the bags so vioenty one class. I even kicked a hole on one if the bags.
Steve would have loved that.
"You dont have to easy on those things you know they can take a beating." Natasha had jokes
"My ex won't leave me alone"
"Report his ass."
"I can't he's too....connected it wouldn't go anywhere." I shook my head. If she only knew
He doesn't understand he cheated on me and he just wants me to."
I couldn't stop the tears in my eyes.
"We could always stick Cap on him." Hill joked.
If she only knew.
"I wish you could. I wish Captain America could kill him." That's be a fight id like to see him falling on a knife.
"He's that bad?"
"Worse." I started crying and whiping my eyes. Stupid I shouldn't have said anything.
"Steve come here." I hearnaNat yell
Shit.
"I have to go."
"Wait." They called after me but I never ran so fast out of the opposite side of the gym and ann the way to the outside and down the street where I just had to catch my breath and cry.
"Are you going to say something or just stand there."
"I never meant to-to hurt you."
I looked up at him with an incredulous look.
"Steve you stayed over at my apparment constantly. You told me you loved me. You'd say how amazing I was how beautiful how much you cared. When I saw you there with whoever it broke you really broke me. And yea im stupid im an idiot for letting a man do thst to me but I trusted you. And then you come up with some fake stalking shit."
"It wasn't fake. it isn't. For what it's worth I never meant to hurt you."
"Its not worth shit."
"But id you don't believe mnaNat will tell you-"
"I was juseiwith her and Hill"
"They don't know you they only know I assigned people to-"
"To what" i asked through gritted teeth.
"To keep you safe, alive."
"Look just please come back with me."
"No. And tell Nat and Hill I quit. I can't go back knowing that you'll know I'm there."
I got up and walked away From him from what I swore would be the last time.
But I should've gone. I should've just gone. Because now I'm in a cell that I'd never get out of in a place I dont know with people of all diffrent backgrounds speaking diffrent languages none that I know of. Sometimes I think of Hayden I hope he's ok. That he wasn't hurt. I know he'd look for me but never find me.I've was an actual friend.
I don't know how long they'd hold me or what they'd use me for or do to me. All because I said yes to dating Steve Rogers. If he had agents on me they'd know where I was or he'll they would have stopped it but just like, you know I don't know how many times he lied. But that was just one more time. Because of him, because of Steve Rogers I'll never be saved.. because of Steve Rodgers I'll never get out if here alive. So Thanks Captain America for how my life turned out.
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𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘, 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒
hayden (harvard hottie) x woc!reader
summary: you and your golden boy have an eventful date in new york city.
warnings: tooth rotting fluff, lots of flirting
three knocks could be heard from the front door of your tiny apartment, once the door was opened, it revealed a shy hayden with orange flowers wrapped in newspaper, his cheeks rosy crescents and his neptune eyes caught the galaxies behind yours, as if the lonesome, cold planet has finally found his home.
"hi pretty boy." you gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek while he carefully placed his hands on your sides.
"hi, i picked them especially for you." he handed you the flowers as his strawberry lips curled into a small smile, and god how badly you wanted to kiss them.
"you shouldn't have." you took the flowers from him and placed them in a small vase filled with water, "thank you pretty boy."
"so, shall we go?" he lend you his arm and off you went.
your first stop was the metropolitan museum of arts. the wide halls of the museum were filled with majestic sculptures of gods and goddesses of myths and tales. if you weren't in your right mind, you would've mistaken harvard's golden boy as one.
hayden guides you by the hand as you both wander the vermilion corridors, hopelessly lost in the labyrinth of exhibits and galleries.
"do you think we'll end up like them? hung up in a museum while people share our tales and admire our bodies?" your playful question let a chuckle out of your pretty boy.
"hmmm, why not? i know for a fact that you will be so admired, aphrodite, athena and artemis merged into one person." his strawberry lips were caught between his crystal teeth as he eyed your figure.
"whatever you say, pretty boy." the petname that rolled out of your mouth like red liquor made him want to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck and stay there forever.
in the fuzzy euphoria of rushing feet, hushed giggles and effervescent laughter, lingering touches and stares that made their skins jump, you and hayden shared the love of knowledge through arts.
painting that held meanings with every flow of their brushes, paintings that held history within their frames.
as you both left the halls of the met, your fingers intertwined and bodies stuck together like metal and magnet. you looked up at hayden's face which was covered in copper constellations, if you you had all the time in the world, you'd kiss each and every one of them, then write the story behind them.
"will we ever make it to the louvre?" your left cheek was resting on hayden's shoulder, your fingers drawing figure circles on his hand.
"i'll show you the world, pretty girl, and i'll let the world see you." he placed a sloppy kiss on your temple. you perked your face up at him, and placed a passionate kiss on his feverish lips, which he gladly returned by holding your head closer.
the kiss was needy, loving, and longing. you felt shooting stars in your stomach, rare but so unique. the universe was spiraling into a never ending loop that you felt every jiffy of.
"love is pain in disguise, a scorpion lying in wait for the right moment, to strike inject you with its poison before scuttling off into the shadows.
and i know that I'll gladly follow you into the shadows." your fingers caressed his face before trailing his abdomen and drawing circles there, a habit anxiousness has created for you.
"and i know for a fact that I'll never scuttle off to the shadows without you, you have bewitched my soul to never leave yours." he held you close like you were his final resort, and kissed away your pains once more.
"so, you're still in for pizza in harlem?" his playful tone returned, causing you to blurt out a giggle.
"of course, pretty boy."
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Good! Perfect! Amazing! Please do it again! The grip your soulmate au has on my is all encompassing. Will there be more updates??
Thank you for your content, it rocks!!
Awh! Thanks so much 😊 I’m so glad you like it!! I’m thinking there will be one more part, but I’m working on what direction I want it to go in!
I have a couple of other ideas for more one shot ideas/couple parters as well so trying to decide!
My inbox is open!! So people with requests for Dean (or really any Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan Characters) please feel free to interact!
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my fic recs masterlist
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Bucky Barnes:
all bucky barnes
headcanon - blurb - one-shot - series
dbf!bucky - brothers bff - bff’s brother
neighbour - housewife reader
lumberjack - firefighter - bodyguard
priest bucky - college
football player - hockey player - boxer
professor - teacher - librarian/bookshop
coffee shop - soulmate - royal
other AUs - taboo
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Stranger Things characters:
all eddie munson - all steve harrington
eddie and steve (x reader)
billy hargrove - jason carver - mike wheeler
dmitri enzo antonov - jim hopper
robin buckley - nancy wheeler
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Outer Banks Characters:
all Rafe Cameron
all JJ Maybank
Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)
Pope Heyward - Topper Thorton
John B. - Sarah Cameron
Kiara Carrera
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Marvel characters:
Wanda Maximoff - Kate Bishop
Natasha Romanoff - Yelena Belova
Peter Parker - Pietro Maximoff
Steve Rogers - Stephen Strange
Frank Castle - Matt Murdock
Moon knight - Steven Grant
Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton
Loki Laufeyson - Druig
Eddie Brock - Miles Morales
Miguel O’hara - Hobie Brown
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Harry Potter characters:
Sirius Black - Remus Lupin
James Potter - Poly!Marauders
Lily potter - Cedric Diggory
George Weasley - Fred Weasley
Severus Snape - Tom Riddle
Draco Malfoy
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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:
neteyam - aonung - lo’ak
rotxo - kiri - spider
jake sully - neytiri - tsu’tey
tonowari - ronal - colonel quaritch
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Top Gun chracters:
Fanboy - Hangman - Rooster - Bob
Iceman
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Wednesday characters:
Xavier Thorpe - Ajax Petropolus
Wednesday Addams - Divina
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Bridgerton characters:
Anthony Bridgerton - Benedict Bridgerton
Colin Bridgerton
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Criminal Minds characters:
Spencer Reid - Aaron Hotchner
Derek Morgan
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The Last of Us characters:
Joel Miller - Ellie Williams
Abby Anderson
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The Devil All The Time characters:
Tommy Matson - Lee Bodecker
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Uncharted characters:
Nate Drake - Sam Drake
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Euphoria characters:
Elliot (Euphoria) - Fezco
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On My Block characters:
Mario Martinez - Oscar Diaz
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Modern Family characters:
Luke Dunphy - Alex Dunphy
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Ted Lasso:
Roy Kent - Jamie Tartt
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NHL players:
Matthew Ktachuk - Trevor Zegras
Nolan Patrick - Tyler Seguin
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Actors:
Sebastian Stan - Joseph Quinn
Jamie Campbell Bower - Danny Ramirez
Drew Starkey - Rudy Pankow
Ben Hardy - Bella Ramsey
Jenna Ortega
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Miscellaneous characters:
Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz - Marcus Baker
Rodrick Heffley - Hunter Sylvester
Lloyd Hansen - Ari Levinson
Nick Fowler - Tangerine
Rhett Abbott - Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’
Colin (Not Okay) - Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)
Ash (No Exit) - James Maguire (Derby Girls)
Jake Peralta - Nick Miller - Brian O’conner
Anakin Skywalker - Bruno Madrigal
Tadashi Hamada - Kakashi Hatake
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Miscellaneous real people:
Billie Eilish - AEW Hook
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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3
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Mood Boards
(I’ll put the pairing & title that belongs to the mood board)
NOTE: Please do not use these! These are for my future fics that I will be writing and posting later on!
Dangerous Desires | Biker!Ari Levinson x Singer!Male Reader
Found Tapes | Andy Barber x Male Reader
The CEO’s Affair | CEO!Chris Evans x Married!Male Reader
Love Bites | Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Male Reader
Harvard’s Hottie | Playboy!Colin Shea x Male Reader
Crimson Walls | Detective!Bucky Barnes x Killer!Male Reader
Forgotten Birthday | Professor!Ransom Drysdale x Male Reader
No Title Yet! | Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Male Reader
No Title Yet! | Dark Mechanic!Steve Rogers x Doctor!Male Reader
No Titles Yet! | Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Prince!Male Reader
No Title Yet! | Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x Avenger!Male Reader
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25 Days Of CHRIS-mas
Day 8 : These Are A Few Of My Favourite Things
Summary: A visit to a bar leaves you connecting with someone you used to know…
Pairing: Harvard Hottie (The Nanny Diaries) x Reader
Warnings: Bad Language, smut (NSFW, 18+)
W/C: 1.5k
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction, any likeness to any persons or events in real life are purely co-incidental. I do not own any characters contained herein bar the reader and/or any original characters. I do not give consent for my work to be copied and posted/translated onto any other sites. If you see this fiction anywhere other than Tumblr, it has been taken without permission. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer and ALL warnings posted here.
25 Days Of Chris-mas Masterlist / Main Masterlist
Day 7: James Mace (Sunshine)
There was a light dusting of snow on the sidewalk as Hayden weaved his way through the teeming masses of people.
It was the week before Christmas, a busy time in Manhattan for tourists, workers and shoppers alike. Every corner housed a bell ringing Santa with a red coin bucket, people bumped into with packages, boxes and bags. Yet, he found himself rather Grinchy, despite the cheerful holiday season.
He was looking forward to heading home to see his family, taking a few well-earned days off. But other than that, well, meh. All his friends were partnered off. Either married or engaged. Yet he… well, there was no one special like that in his life. Hadn’t been for a while.
Wall Street kept him busy enough, or was it an excuse to not play the dating pool, he didn't know, nor did he particularly care.
He had finished his day, late and nerving, heading for a bar he frequented often, one from his early days in New York after graduating from Harvard.
Pulling the door open, he strode gladly onto the warmth, pulling off his woollen hat and scarf, his fingers undoing the buttons on his designer woollen jacket.
"Hayden, been a long time," Bill the bartender joked and started to pour him a lager from the tap.
"Scotch chaser, Bill." Hayden sighed and took a seat on the stool.
“Hard stuff already?” Bill looked at him, his brow raised slightly.
"Long day," he chuckled. "Longer season."
“Well, soon be Christmas.” Bill slid the beer over before he grabbed a glass for the chaser, “you got plans?”
Hayden tossed a neck of his scotch back and sighed, smacking his lips, "yeah, going back to Boston. Just closing up some accounts before the first."
“Be nice to see the family eh?” Bill smiled, his eyes flicking over Hayden’s shoulder as the door opened again.
Shivering a little, cursing the fact you had left your beanie at the office, you brushed the snow off your hair and strode to the bar. You took up a free seat, a few down from the occupied one and nodded to the bartender.
“Scotch, please. Make it a double, Bill.”
“You as well, huh?” Bill chuckled, “no problem Y/N.”
You undid your coat, shrugging it down your arms and leaving it pressed to the back of the stool. You groaned, “fucking Christmas, man. I swear it turns everyone into lunatics. You know I had a guy come into the bank today demanding to withdraw five grand. I wouldn’t mind, he only had two in the damned account.”
Bill chuckled, "'tis the season for Scrooges and Grinches."
"Try dicks and asses," you snorted.
At that, the man a few stools down from you snorted and Bill shook his head, laughing as he slid your drink over to you. “Well you’re in good company, hasn’t been his day either.” He jerked his head towards Mr Snorter. Without looking at him, you raised your glass in his direction, before downing it in one, wincing.
The man cocked his head, popped a shoulder and downed the rest of his scotch.
With a thought of mischief, you picked up your glass and moved down a few stools.
“So, shall we play the ‘two miserable and strangers bond in a bar over common annoyance’ game?” You smirked and the man chuckled as he turned to face you and you blinked as you recognised the face looking back at you.
"Hayden?" You chuckled. "Oh my God, Harvard Hayden."
Hayden raised a brow. “Erm, yeah…” he looked at you for a moment before his mouth dropped open and he clicked his fingers, pointing at you. “Oh my God, you were in my Financial Economics class!”
"Y/N, yeah," you replied.
“Wow!” He chuckled, “what are the chances?”
“I’m surprised you remember me.” You smirked and at that he chuckled.
“Kinda hard to forget someone who called the tutor a, and I quote, ‘ageing dinosaur with the charisma of a mosquito’.”
You popped a shoulder and innocently smirked. "What good is a tutor if I know more than him?"
At that Hayden laughed, before he gestured to the bar, “can I get you another?”
You smirked, "please."
Bill poured and the three of you toasted, "Merry Christmas."
After that you slowed, moving onto beer as you and Hayden chatted, telling each other about your lives since graduation. Before you knew it, Bill was mopping floors and flipping stools.
"Can I call you a cab? Split one?" Hayden offered.
“Erm, where you headed?”
"5th and Park."
You laughed, “Jesus, I’m literally a block away. How on Earth have we not bumped into each other over the last two years?”
"New York's a big place, with a helluva lot of people."
“Yeah, but still…” you shook your head.
“Of all the gin joints in all the world.” Hayden chuckled as you both shrugged on your coats.
You chuckled, "Let's split one."
"Great, I'll close us out." He smiled.
"No you don't have..."
Hayden held up a hand. "I insist."
Hayden left two one hundred notes on the bar for Bill and waved goodbye, before walking out with you. Snow was falling in big flakes as the two of you looked for an available cab.
“Erm, look this might seem forward but, how about we head back to mine? I got a good single malt and a fairly decent movie selection?” You blurted out before you could stop yourself, “I mean, just for company that is… if you want…”
Hayden pondered it for just a moment, "sure. I could use the company."
He flagged down an available cab and opened the door, letting you in first. With a deep breath and a smile, he climbed in and settled besides you.
***12 months later***
“Hey, Hayden!” Bill smiled as Hayden wandered into the bar, whistling, “you’re full of festive cheer!”
“Well, it’s snowing, it’s almost Christmas and I got a big, fat bonus!” He grinned, sitting down.
"Sounds like a great year," Bill chuckled. "First drink, on me."
“It has been,” Hayden smiled, his eyes straying to the very stool you’d sat on twelve months prior.
That night back at yours had seen the pair of you drunkenly making out on your couch, dry humping like a couple of horny teenagers. And then you’d fucked like a couple of horny teenagers too.
The next morning had been a little awkward, but just before he left he had asked for your phone number. This had led to a few dates, which had led to the pair of you going steady and moving in together at the start of fall.
It had been wild, passionate, still was, and with a smirk he recalled the events of that morning… a joint shower, which had left the pair of you making a mad dash for the subway…
“We’re gonna be late,” you chuckled as his hands dropped to your hips, spinning you round and pressing you into the cool tiles of the shower cubicle.
"Don't care." He nipped at your neck. "Nope, don't care."
“My boss will care,” your protest completely undermined by the soft sigh you gave, your head tipping to the side as his kissed up to the hinge of your jaw.
"No he won't," he panted in your ear, his hands running along the apex of your thighs. His foot kicked yours apart, widening your stance.
"Hayden...."
“I’ll be quick, baby.”
"Okay, yes...."
“Thassmagirl,” his words slurred as his lips brushed over your chin to your mouth.
A free hand found his shaft and with memory knew exactly where to slide into you. One hand gripped the back of your knee, hooking it over his hip, opening you up wider to him.
"Oh Jesus," you whimpered. "Right there. Fuck, that's good."
“Worth being late for?” He groaned, his hips pulling back and forth.
"Oh yeah," you moaned.
Soon, he had your legs round his waist, pressing you into the wall as he picked up his pace, his teeth nipping at your chest.
"Hayden, harder, please."
With a growl, his hips sped up, mouth slanting over yours, tongues gliding together. His fingertips pressed into the back of your thighs and you felt his hips begin to falter, he was close but you were closer.
“Hay, please… I’m so close…”
A nip to your skin, where your neck glides into your collarbone had you wailing and shaking in his hands, your insides tightening around him.
“Fuck, I love you…” he groaned, his voice cracking as he came, his hips giving a few more sloppy thrusts before he stopped, his chest heaving…
“Earth to Hayden!” Bills voice wrenched him back to the here and now and he shook his head a little.
“Sorry, buddy I was miles away. What did you say?”
Bill laughed as he slid the beer over to him. “I asked if you were gonna do something nice with your bonus.”
Hayden picked up his beer with his right hand, his left curling round the small box in his pocket, within which sat a shiny diamond ring. “Something like that.” He took a sip of his drink, “Merry Christmas, pal.”
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Day 9: Paul Diskant (Street Kings)
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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 28
Summary: Cozette Selene Everett is welcomed to the world
Pairings: Hayden Everett X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, daddy kink, breeding kink (?), labor, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 3.1K
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Series Masterlist
*dividers created by @firefly-graphics
“And when you get here I am going to hold you all the time. You’ve got those pretty lips like your mama, but where did those cheeks come from? And…and Doodle, well, he’s going to follow you around. He already follows your mom around so much more since you’ve been swimming in there. And…and your Nini can’t stop crying whenever she talks about you, and Poppy said he’s going to hold you and all his grand babies, and…and…Cozy! Cozy baby,” Hayden presses his mouth more on your stomach. Talking on it like a child would talk through a closed window.
“Cozy baby, are you awake? Kick my face!” Blowing raspberries on your stomach you start giggling. Running your fingers through his hair, you wonder how you ever got to be so lucky to be married to this handsome dork. “Doll, make my baby kick me. Ah! Look! There her is. That’s my baby,” his pretty eyes pout up at you. “I want her to hurry up. You’re past the due date. It’s…oh! My! God! Doll face, do you know what tomorrow is? Like in two hours, tomorrow?”
“What day is it tomorrow, Haydes?”
“The Fourth of July. Cozy! You come out of there right now. I want an all American baby! Wait. Google how to put you into labor. Hold please, my beautiful baby Doll,” giving your belly a hard smooching kiss he sits up, looking through his phone.
His smile gets real big, and then he lowers his gaze at you, “No.”
“Doll, it says it. It says it right here that coming on the big fat cock of Hayden Everett is what makes you go into labor.”
“No, it does not!”
“Okay,” he rolls his eyes, lifting you from your sitting position, “It doesn’t say that, but it does say that sex works. So, get on your knees, I’ll put a pillow under you, and let me fuck you into labor. Come on. Let’s go, get into position.”
You shake your head laughing uncontrollably, and hold your belly with both hands, “Why would you want to have sex with this?”
“Why would I…what? Doll, you take that back right now! That belly is housing our fishie!”
“Why are you calling her a fish?”
“Fine, our mermaid is swimming in that tank. No! Our crabby patty! She is going to be a cancer crab. Now, I love you. You. Not your body, but you. And if I have to sacrifice a bit of jizz to help our daughter come out of there, I’ll do what I have to do. Plus, I really think you’ll enjoy it. So if you could please just let me take you on a bumpy ride, and have some fun, that would be great. I want you, and I want our daughter out of there, so this is a win win situation in my book.”
You hold out your hands, “I’m not riding you.”
“I was going to hit it from behind. It said to give it to you nice and hard. Is this even remotely turning you on?” Hayden slides a pillow under your belly, and starts pulling down your panties, cocking up his eyebrow, “Doll Everett, you slut!”
“What?” You start giggling, but that changes as he runs his hand through your slit. “Did that answer your question, daddy?”
“You gonna keep calling me that?”
“Mhmm, whatever you want.”
“Fuck, you like that, huh? Got you rocking back into my hand. You want daddy to fuck you? Instead of fucking a baby in you, I gotta fuck a baby out of you,” whimpering his name, he positions himself behind you. Letting his tip slide up and down your entrance. “Got your lips all swollen.”
“Haydes, just put it in, babe. Fuck me so hard I have a baby.”
“There we go,” grabbing both of your hips, he thrusts forward, burying himself completely in your warmth. Never hesitating to piston into you with a fervent need. Moaning right along with your own labored breaths. “This never gets old.”
“Never! Haydes!”
“I gotta make this count. You’ll be out of commission for a while,” he juts his hips into you harshly and you start to see stars. Why did it always happen so fast since pregnancy? “Yeah, just like that. Gripping me so fucking tight. So fucking tight. Got you leaking all these pretty juices on me.”
“What? Hayden, I haven’t even came yet,” he just keeps fucking into you, and with his ministrations, you feel an orgasm building up. “Right there. Right…” an odd overwhelming pleasure mixed with the feelings of Braxton hicks contractions conflicts your body. “Hayden.”
You try to get his attention, realizing what your excess wetness was from. “Can you turn back and look at me? I always like to see what you look like when you look at me.”
“Don’t cum in me.”
“You’re already pregnant.”
“No, no…ehh…that’s not…that’s not…Hayden, jerk off on my back!”
“What the…?” He pulls completely out of you, panting when you turn back and stare at him. “Oh come on! I thought we were getting a marathon. Cozy is this your way of sabotaging your dad,” you grimace, laying your head down on the bed. “Oh! I’ve always heard this was a pretty natural position to have a baby. You want me to check your…?”
“No!” You hide your face in your hands while a contraction tightens your stomach. “Hayden, is she coming out?”
“You literally just started contractions. Why would she?” You give him a growl, demanding he cum. “So I can’t cum inside you?”
“Sure, explain to the doctor why your baby juice is in my twat while I’m pushing our daughter out.”
“Well, when you say it like that, it sounds dirty.”
“Hayden!” Your fists tighten on the sheets, and you let out a guttural moan.
“Oh, shit! Uh…Curtis! Wait. Damn, got you face down, ass up. Ah! Curtis, don’t you come in here, but uh…damn, my dick is hard. Baby, you stay there, and uh…do you need your panties back on? I mean…”
“Haydes! Get me up! I swear I feel her coming!”
“So she gets to come, but…I’m not making that joke.”
“Hayden!” Your knuckles were burning, blinding pain shoots through you. “It isn’t supposed to be this fast!”
“Doll! Hayden! Is this some really freaky sex that I don’t want to know about?” Of course you were going to have a dramatic labor. “Hayden, that doesn’t sound good, bub. Put your dick up!”
“I’m trying. Baby, stay there.”
“Where the fuck am I supposed to go? My pussy is hanging out,” you start crying at the absurdity and the pain.”
“This is going to be fun getting you out of that position.”
“Your dick gets us into so much trouble,” your tears blind you as another contraction races through your body, “They’re too close. I don’t want to give birth to my daughter here. I want to be with my doctor.”
Hayden finally gets himself dressed, unlocking the door before realizing you were still stuck into a compromising position. “Don’t come in here! My pussy is wide and spread, and your niece is pushing her way out.”
“What!?”
“She’s exaggerating,” he leans back behind you, just to check, “Yep, exaggerating. Just checked. Doll face, uh…roll over? Fall over? Just tell me what I need to do to get you off your knees, and we’re going to the hospital.”
“I’m not having her in the car?” He shakes his head no, trying to assist you as much as possible as you try and get to where you can stand up. “Your dick did this.”
“Yeah, but my dick also put our Cozy baby in your belly, so he’s a good boy.”
“Ehh,” you start crying harder, your body shaking, and Doodle scratches at the door, “Haydes, it hurts.”
“I know, Curtis, come in,” the second the door was open, Doodle races to your side, pushing his nose against your stomach, looking up at you confused, “Buddy, I’m calling the grandparents to get you. Mama's gotta get to the hospital. Doll, you need panties on.”
“No! She’s coming. She’s going to be coming in the car. I hate your dick.”
“That hurts.”
“Haydes!” “Hayden!”
“Okay, let’s go. Let’s get in the car. Curtis the second we get in, call mom and dad to get Doodle. He’s going to be pacing around and anxious about Doll screaming,” they hold your hands as they guide you to the car. “Suitcase is in the car. Water’s already broken.”
“You were fucking me too hard!”
“I can’t with you two.”
“You were the one that was soaking wet.”
“You were the one that thought I had squirted.”
“You two wanna do this alone?”
It was fast. You barely made it to the hospital before Cozy was ready to make her grand debut. No time for medicine. Your body was already pushing as Curtis pulled into the hospital. The pain was immense, but everything disappeared when they laid that beautiful baby on your chest. Her eyes stare up at you, and a flow of never ending tears fall down your face.
You did it. There she was, moving her fingers, and blinking at you. A pitiful little cry, but she was here. Perfectly beautiful in every way. “Oh, my darling,” you wished these pesky tears would go away, so you could see your baby properly. “Hayden, I’m a mama.”
“I know, Doll face,” he presses his lips against your temple, holding it there as he stares at his daughter.
“I love your dick.”
Everyone in the room, including Hayden, starts laughing, “I know you do, baby. Oh…she’s…can I hold her?”
“How about you cut the cord first,” the doctor answers soothingly.
“It’s too soon to cut the cord. We just got her.”
“No, the actual umbilical cord. You two are a mess,” a nurse picks your baby up, and you tap Hayden to follow. It felt like a deep emptiness inside of you. You wanted her back, she was all you ever wanted. And the further she got away from you the louder she cries.
“Oh! Her wants her mama. Doll, I think we got a mama’s…ah! Why is my baby crying so much? She’s loud. Put her back! Give her back.”
“Dad, I need you to calm down. Let’s get this girl ready to give her back to her mama.”
“Please, I don’t like my baby crying like that. Cozy baby,” your baby wails, her little mouth trembling, and it hurts.
“Mama, she’s okay, though. She’s a healthy baby,” the nurse assures you. A new round of tears pours out of your face. She was healthy, and she wanted you. You squeak out how you just wanted to hold your baby. “Give me just a second.”
“We brought you some food,” Tara says, looking at her proud son. Hayden hadn’t stopped staring at you, and you couldn’t get enough of Cozy. You hold her fingers out, counting each and every single one of them. Rub over her soft skin. Smelling her because she was yours. “How has Hayden been with her?” Hayden turns to glare at his mother, and Howard snorts. “What?”
“I hold her, she cries. I give her to Doll, she immediately stops. Curtis holds her, she cries. She hears her mama’s voice, she cries harder. Give her back, and it’s instant. The baby only likes her mama. I talked to her the whole time, and she doesn’t recognize me.”
“Yeah she does,” you giggle. Your little girl had opened her eyes, and was staring at her dad. “Look at her. She hears you. You wanna try again?”
“Is she going to hurt my feelings?”
“Son, you wanna talk about it? Wanna talk about how your daughter bullies you?” Howard was trying not to laugh too hard, it was the exact same way Hayden was when he was born. Karma.
“It’s not funny. Let me try,” he gets closer, and Cozy inhales quickly, looking up at you. “My baby hates me. I still love you, Cozy baby.”
“Why Cozy?” Tara stares at you wishfully. Giving you the biggest smile.
“Because that’s how Hayden makes me feel,” you grab at his hand, and press it against your cheek. “He’s always made me feel so comfortable and cozy, and now we have our own Cozy girl.”
It was hard to look away from your daughter. It was hard to even believe that you were a mother. You held her in your arms, and it still didn’t seem real. She really squeaked, and blinked, and even nursed, but it didn’t feel real. Your life didn’t seem real. Hayden was perfect and darling in every way. You had a mother and father that believed in you so much. Two brothers now, three including Andy.
“Honey, I didn’t mean to upset you,” Tara says softly, while you cry again.
“She does that. Baby, she’s real. You really did that.”
The tears blinded you, but you look up at Hayden, “We did this, and look at her. Are the tears ever stopping, Tara?”
“Oh, honey, you’re just happy and overwhelmed. Eventually they do. And then you’ll find something else to cry about.”
“She’s just so perfect, and she’s here,” you pick her up to you, giving her the sweetest kiss, and you swear she smiles a bit. “Haydes, I’m sorry that her doesn’t want to leave my side.”
“Yeah, well, eventually she’ll want to snuggle on her dad,” when the door squeaks open, Amaris peeks in, and giggles. Wandering over to your side, staring at the baby, “Doll, Andy Barber is here.”
“And he brought our niece. Cozy this is your cousin, Amaris.”
“Alright, give me the baby,” Andy walks over to your side, holding his hands out.
“Eh, she’s a bit of a mama’s girl,” Hayden freezes as you hand Cozy over to Andy, and he walks over to the couch followed by his daughter, and Hayden’s mouth falls open. “I don’t like this.”
“Aw, babe, she is just like you. Even loves the Andy Barber,” it felt like you hadn’t slept in days. Your eyes roll back in your head, and you sink down further in the mattress. Getting a soft kiss from your husband, and your baby girl yawns. “Hayden, watch Cozy. I need to sleep.”
“It’s official, Andy Barber is the babysitter”
“Get her,” Steve leans back from holding Cozy. “Tulip, get her and give her back. Ow! Why is she so loud? Doll, she’s noisy.”
“No she’s not,” you reach your arms out for your baby, and she stutters her tears. “I know, sweet girl,” Doodle leaves Curtis’ lap to come investigate his little human. His wet nose presses on your hand, but never on her, “Her is just fine, buddy. Who’s my good boy? Uncle Steeb is mean to you, isn’t he?”
“Seriously? You did this on purpose. You made her hate me.”
“No, she just loves me,” you look your brother giving him a toothy grin. “Her is precious and her is mine,” just to emphasize your words, Cozy snuggles in closer to you. Yawning and scrunches her face up, “I thought I loved Sailor. Thought I loved Amaris, but…damn…I can’t stop staring. I always wanted this, you know?”
Steve sits beside Tulip, while Hayden snuggles up on the couch with you, “I never…never thought this was going to happen for me. Thought I was cursed, ya know? Thought that I was never going to get this. And Hayden gave it all to me,” more tears. They just never stopped.
“I didn’t give this to you. You put in the work, and we met just when we were supposed to. If it was earlier, we never would have worked out. If it was later, well, you might have given someone another chance. I don’t care that Cozy prefers you over me. I care that she is ours. Even if the only time I hold her is when she’s asleep and you sneak her in my arms. But after our meeting, we did this.”
Steve had known for a long time how much Hayden was meant for you, but seeing how that man was still beaming when he looked at you. Was still so tender whenever he talked to you. He never made you feel guilty for your past, or made you feel you weren’t worthy of love. Hayden worshiped you, adored you, and you him. A completely equal relationship, and he made you smile. He had this unwavering ability to bring out the prettiest smiles on your face.
“Doll, I don’t tell you enough.”
“Don’t. Just stop. Don’t say another word.”
“I’m proud of you,” tears. Tears and more tears. They never stopped. “You deserved this life. With your beautiful home, stupidly perfect husband, adorable little baby, and a Doodle.”
“DooDoo,” Sailor claps her hands, trying to get out of her mom’s arms. “Baby! Mememe baby!”
“Yeah,” you squeak out. More tears. “I’m so happy. It’s just,” you look down at that sleeping bundle, and then over to your husband, “It’s like watching a piece of your heart, and she’s just there, and real, and good, and perfect, and pure, and she doesn’t know pain or hurt.”
“Until her dad tries to hold her,” you lean over on Hayden, but remain staring at her. It was never getting old. Every time you looked at her you noticed something different. A mole on her neck that looked like her dad’s. The color of her hair that looked like yours. The way she adored Andy Barber, for no apparent reason, like her dad.
“Haydes?” He looks up at you with the sweetest and softest smile. There was never once that you regretted being with Hayden. You weren’t sure you believed in love at first sight, but the crush you had on Hayden was pretty instantaneous. You knew after that first date that you wanted to be with him, and you knew before ever having sex with him that he was the one.
“I love us.”
“I love us, too, Doll, and my Cozy baby. Now, can I hold her while she’s sleeping? She hates me if you’re around. Even if you are around.”
“No, she just loves my boobies like you.”
“Yep. Say, Tulip, time to go. Hayden and Doll are talking about boobies.”
“You should hear how she went into labor,” Hayden chuckles as you put your daughter in his arms.
“Oh, yeah, I’m sure Steve wants to hear about that. Doodle, come keep me warm,” Curtis pats on his chest, and looks at his phone. “Quick nap. Then, I gotta go.”
“Oh my god! We have to come up with a better story than that. I am never telling that story to anyone. Water broke, fast labor, then a baby. Okay. I need a nap. Sailor, you staying us?”
“Nope. Baby cy. Bye!”
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I think I will request this, actually TikTok is banned this side of the world, but I am damn curious from its title alone so don’t wanna pass up the opportunity
“They call him Harvard Hottie,” Bunny, the goalie’s longtime girlfriend and your new roommate, explains it all to you in a crash course before you go skating with her and the team, “he’s Harvard alum and graduated with honours.”
“Harvard Hottie,” you grit your teeth and wince when your skates touch ice and you feel like your feet are going to slip from under you, “is defence?”
“And assistant captain.” Bunny grabs your hand and tugs you behind her, skating like she was born on the ice, right to her boyfriend and the guy you’re supposed to be on a blind/first date with.
“Cranky Frankie!” Bunny comes to a sharp stop in front of her boyfriend, only the edges of his dark blonde hair are visible from under his dark toque but its his frown that turns into a soft smile that holds your attention
Its the way he looks at her that makes you envious, the crankiness that melt away when she comes into his eyesight and embrace that is beyond adorable. She molds into him and he molds into her, spinning her twice while you stand with your arms spread wide.
“Harvard Hottie,” bunny grins and nudges the guy she wants to set you up with, “this is Y/N. She’s new to skating, not very good at it-“
“Bunny-“ you hiss and begun to chide her, squealing in surprise when you feel like you’re going to crash and burn.
“Grab my hand,” his blue eyes catch you off guard, his strength surprising you when he not only steadies you but helps you skate forward a few inches, “you good?”
Heat blooms in your belly, stuttering when he laughs under his breath and steals you away.
“I got her, Bunny! Your friend is in good hands!”
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With Love || Hayden x Reader
With Love || Hayden x Reader
A/N: This chapter is heavily inspired by Love Rosie/Where Rainbows End.
Warning: Fluff, mention of breastpumps (??)
My Masterlist
All mistakes are mine own. Non-beta’d.
You were on the living room floor folding up the last batch of laundry while thinking to yourself, "How does a tiny human manage to go through so many clothes?"
The house was quiet except for the sound of the table fan running in the corner. Your parents had been at work and your brothers were going to be at school for another 3 hours and your little drop of sunshine was upstairs napping for another 20 minutes, give or take.
You were folding the last towel when you heard the knock. You weren't expecting anyone at this hour, hell, there were rarely any guests over at your place. You ran up the hallway before whoever that was outside rang the bell and woke up your very sound-prone child.
You opened the door ajar and were taken aback for a second. The moment you dreaded since you ran into Annie was finally here in all his blonde, smug, Harvard t-shirt glory. "Hayden.", you said almost surprised (which you were), his expressionless face changed to a smiling one. "What are you doing here?", you said.
"Just here for the weekend. Thought I'd surprise you", he said. "Great! Uh yeah", you opened the door and set a foot out the door, "Let's go for a coffee then." He took a step forward leading you to step back inside your house and said, "Ah. No, no. Let's stay here. Why don't you put the kettle on?"
"Even better.", you said almost sarcastically and practically ran back into the house while quickly folding and hiding the baby's play pen and covering his toys with the towel you just folded up.
Hayden asked from the hallway, "So what've you been up to?"
You moved to the kitchen where you literally pushed the drying rack of the baby's bottles into the sink and covering it with a kitchen towel and said, "Just this and that, you know? Nice haircut by the way."
"Yeah, thanks.", he said standing by the kitchen shelf, "You OK? You seem stressed."
"No! No!", you responded while still trying to hide nit-bits of the mom life, when he steps in and leans on the counter.
"Uh, so, how's medicine?", you asked while fetching the kettle.
"Fascinating, yeah.", he said while his gaze was running around the breakfast table and caught his eyes on one particular object, "We've just been doing obstetrics, in fact."
"Really?", you exclaimed while filling up the kettle, facing away from him.
"Mm-hmm", he leant over to pick up the breast pump and toyed with that for a moment. "So much to learn", he paused for a second and held out the pump in your direction, "How do you find these breast pumps, by the way? Some women don't like them."
"Oh, total nightmare.", you said as you placed the kettle on the stove when you realized what you had just blurted out. You leant your face down for a moment before looking at his direction, when he was returning the breast pump back to where it was, silently.
"How did you...?", you asked him breaking the silence. "Annie."
"Fast work", you said thinking about how you met Annie last weekend at the park and how you tried to run and hide behind a tree with the stroller and the baby in an attempt to not get her attention, which failed obviously. A moment later, you said, "I was gonna tell you, Hayden, I promise."
"When?", he looked straight into your eyes.
"I didn't want to hold you back.", you said averting your eyes from his gaze.
"Can I see him?"
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Part Two
PS: Yep, a chapter two is in the works. If y’all wanna be tagged, comment or just send me a DM
PPS: Wish y’all a very happy 2022!!
#harvard hottie#harvard hottie x reader#reader insert#the nanny diaries#chris evans characters
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I'm loving your mobsters so far!! The drama and smut is 🥴🥴
Do you have any other men planned for us to fall in love with?
Aaaww, first of all I’m glad you’re enjoying them as much as I do, so thank you for being on this journey with me. We’ve talked about these assholes and their feisty felines on numerous occasions. So alright! You want them all don’t you? I know I want all of them, so why not.
I’ll give you little snippets for the ones I already have something for. That includes all mobsters and bikers plus some of the legal management team. Hopefully I’m keeping enough easter eggs for me and not spilling too much on all of their journeys.
Let's give @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog a round of applause for reading this over for me, but all mistakes are still my own. Divider is by @firefly-graphics
This is not in any particular order of release, though I’ll give you the first one that will be released next month after a heavy edit. So let’s start with Curtis shall we.
Warnings: 18+, dark content, explicit sexual content, explicit language, coercion, corruption, biker business, mob business, torture methods, oral (f+m receiving), penetrative sex, creampie, unprotected sex, BDSM elements, sleazy pick up lines, throat grabbing and just to be sure DubCon.
By clicking keep reading you are over 18+ ^ please respect the 18+ boundary, we say it for good reason.
Curtis Everett x Duchess
“Curtis?” You asked, taking in your surroundings, he didn’t respond, just took off his jacket and started to unbutton his blue shirt. “Curtis? What are we doing here?”
“Take off your heels.” He demanded
“Cur-,” without even blinking once he stood in front of you. Your jaw firmly gripped in his calloused hand.
“I said, take off your heels.” His eyes pierced yours, with bated gaze you kicked off your heels. “Get rid of the dress too while you’re at it.”
“We’re not doing this Curtis.” Your voice trembled with uncertainty.
“Take it off and put this on.” He grabbed your wrist and placed his light blue shirt in your hand.
“Can you unzip me?” You asked as you struggled with the zipper. He nodded, his hands slid down your spine with calculated intention. He was slow and didn’t rush the process. It made you feel vulnerable in the moment, what would he be thinking?
You couldn’t help but smile when he grunted as he reached the bottom on your lower back. You always knew he was interested in you, making those obscene comments. You hated them, but you loved them at the same time. He turned around, giving you your privacy.
Slipping out of your dress you shrieked at the arms wrapped around your neck. Your hands clutching his arm, your spiked nerves calming at the smell of his bergamot, cedar and pepper scent.
“Never assume you’re safe. Remember to always watch your back.” He whispered in your ear. He let you go circling your body. “Welcome to your fight lesson, because Colin did a shit job at protecting you.”
Mr. Freezy x Teacup
The sound emitting from his balls slapping against your cunt. The blood drained from your knuckles at the vice grip of the sheets. With each rut your body shuddered with the building electricity. Sparks being sent to your core as his pounds started to feel heavenly making you keen into the mattress.
His irregular pounds made you whine as the loss of your builded orgasm. You bit your lip at the fast ruts when he stilled and pushed in once.
“Stop playing games.”
Your words were rewarded with him pulling you up by your hair making you wince at the pull on your roots. His uneven breathing while he gathered strength to give you a reply. He grunted as you rocked your hips trying to get him to move and being frustrated enough when he faltered his pace and stilled entirely.
“You’re mine to play with, remember, teacup.”
He bottomed out manhandling you onto the mattress, turning your body swiftly. Your legs spread over his thighs as you watched his face carefully. Not knowing where his mind was always frustrated you beyond measure.
His tip teased your fluttering hole, ready for him to push through your walls and take him deep inside.
Your hands grabbed the sheets as he single-handedly pushed in one go, leaning forward resting his hands beside your head. His lips hovered over yours as you held a strong eye connection. Deep single ruts drilled into your channel as you gasped with each stroke.
“Want to keep talking, teacup?” You tried to conform a sentence, but as you opened your mouth his vicious rut pushed harshly in. Your head falling back and biting down on your lip suppressing the mewl that took your soul to another level. “That’s what I thought.”
Nick Vaughan x Turtle
“Are you going to fuck me like you hate me?”
“I am going to do so much worse.”
With ease he had unbuckled you and had pinned your body underneath him. The ripped sound of your laced panties entered your ears, making your body arch into him when he slid his fingers through your folds.
“That’s what I thought.” Nick grinned. “All you had to do was ask, sweetheart.”
“I’m not asking you for shit trumpet boy.” You growled, stilling as your hand met his cheek. Shocked by your own reaction you laid there staring at him observing his eyes and features. Debating if you should apologise or continue the mood you were in.
His jaw clenched while you could see the dark storm in his eyes. At the speed of light he had pulled himself free, lining himself up at your entrance. Agonisingly slow pushing in, leaning down breathing soft moans into your ear. “10 minutes is enough time for your legs to give out.”
You wailed at his last words as he gave you a rough rut of his hips. Keeping you on edge fastening and slowing down his rhythm as he saw fit. Every time you started to tremble he changed his pace.
“Does that feel good?” He questioned, the slow quiver in his voice told you he was enjoying this more than you’d thought. “Oh goddamn. So tight.” He moaned out as he angled his hips, stretching your soft walls. You keened at the right spots stroked with each push and pull, turning to face away from him not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you fall apart under him. He gripped your jaw, stopping you and forcing you to look back at him. “Good girl.” He breathed out.
“Nick.” You whined lifting your legs up and wrapping them around his waist.
“I know, I fucking love you.” He groaned burying his face into your neck, sucking bruises into the skin. “God, you make me feel so much, so alive. Touch me. When. Oh fuck.” His incoherent words made you lose thought of where you were and why this even happened. “Let’s face it, I need you turtle.” With every snap of his hips you breathed and groaned down your ear. As his rhythm steadied and allowed you the orgasm building under his words and ministrations.
“Feeling better?” He asked, you nodded slowly feeling his warm cum dribble out of you. “Good girl.”
Hayden (harvard hottie) x female reader
You dragged your feet over the sidewalk. Thankful for darkness as you knew you were being paranoid and frantically looking around you. The small sleepy body firmly against your chest, covered by the torn up blanket you had taken.
She felt so heavy on your fragile body, not being used to carrying around weight anymore, being fed only not to starve. Kept only to be abused. You swallowed hard, suppressing your feelings and emotions.
Block after block passed as you stepped on the concrete underneath you. Sirens passing with speed and urgency. Your feet were cold and heavy as you rushed further into the streets. Darkness looming, terrifying you even more. You had tried to escape once before and he caught you eventually.
Your thoughts interrupted when the small girl squirmed in your tight hold. The only thing worth doing was to keep going and not give up on this fight. You ignored the stares of the few people you passed by. It didn’t matter what they thought, you couldn’t care less if they thought you were homeless.
You repositioned the tiny body in your arms, the torn blanket falling to the floor. You went to bend over, but was met by a hand. Looking into his eyes you swallowed hard, he narrowed his eyes looking at you and the small child in your arms.
“What are you doing out so late?” He questioned holding out the dropped blanket.
“Thank you.” You accepted, covering up the baby girl as she let out a few whines of discomfort. Your eyes followed the patches on his leather vest, SGT at Arms. You tried to pass the biker in front of you, but he stepped aside and blocked your way.
You needed to get away from him, you knew he had relations to the infamous biker gang. Standing here and talking to one made you anxious and nervous. Your wide eyes looked at him, but you knew he knew. The toothpick rolled between his teeth, looking you up and down.
“I have to go.” You croaked mentally cursing yourself for showing your faltered confidence.
“What you found there Mace?” You heard over his shoulder. Your body stilled at the sound, your eyes welling up with the sudden relief. Never in a million years had you thought to hear that voice again.
Syd x Lemon
“What was your business with Weiss?” Syd demanded
“Why?”
“He’s on Barber’s books.” He frowned looking concerned
“Why does their business concern you?”
“Lemon, stop being stupid, I work for them, well sort of. Andy is my uncle and ever since Steve was put in charge of their security.” It was like something clicked and he shook his head. “What was Weiss doing at the club?”
“Stop!” You whined
“In order to protect you I have to know your business.”
“You’ll judge me.” You felt the shame rise as your gaze dropped to your feet.
A heavy sigh came from his body. “I swear I won’t. I couldn’t judge you - knowing the work I do. It would be hypocritical.” Your eyes shot up at the confession. “My hands aren’t that clean and I’m guessing yours aren’t either.”
“If you’re suggesting that I murdered someone, no.” You shook your head
“But you do sell your body to the highest bidder.”
Your lower lip quivered trying to keep the tears from falling. Suddenly you felt dirty and cheap.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, you’re doing the best you can.” Syd whispered. “Not to mention a scantily clad woman like yourself shouldn’t be fooling around with guys like me.”
Steve Rogers x Psych
“Are you done, psych?” Steve questioned as he unfolded his arms.
“Done? Are you kidding me Rogers? I’m just getting started.” You spoke, pointing an accusing finger at him. You were taken aback when he gripped your throat lightly. Pulling you close to him, leaning into your ear.
“I asked; are you done?” His tone low held a dark clouded warning.
“And I told you - no.” The reply seemed easy, but you swallowed hard at the thickened air.
“Pick a number between 1 and 10.”
“Steve, stop playing fucking games.” You tried hitting his chest, but his grip on your throat seemed ironclad without applying any of the pressure.
“Pick. A. Number.”
“Fine, 9.”
“Now multiply that number by three!” He straightened himself out, looking at you, watching your facial features change from confusion to realisation. “Now. You’re going to take these spanks like the good girl I know you are.”
Frank Adler x Vet reader
Halloween night, not one of your favourites. Lynette had dragged you out to her usual hangout spot, having to do something with a big party and your recent break-up. According to her it had nothing to do with whatever guy she was dating now and ditched you for at this party. As you swallowed the beer you contemplated the investment in someone else. four years of your life wasted on another, when the prospect never really was going to work out.
The only positive you hadn’t paid for a single drink all night. Tossing them back to drown the misery of being stuck at this party. You made your way through the thick crowd as you came back from the toilets. The hunt for a drink started, but you bumped into something. Almost falling to the floor, but breaking the fall as you were pulled up by your arms.
“Thank you.” You gave him a thankful smile.
“You should watch where you’re going.”
“I’m sorry. Can I offer you a drink?” It was the least you could do for spilling his drink. His calm presence made you feel at ease when he nodded to accept your offer. “What are you supposed to be anyway? A biker?”
“I am a biker, yes.” He seemed thrown off at your question like it hadn’t been obvious.
“The jacket is really cool and looks very authentic.”
“Just adds to the outfit.” He shrugged
“Yes it looks good, but we’re both so lame though.”
“Why? Because you came dressed as a doctor?”
“Not just any doctor, an animal doctor.” You clinked his beer bottle with yours. Tipping you head and nodding his way.
“You’re a vet?” He questioned followed by a laugh. “Your costume is lame indeed.”
“Says the biker.” You joined in with his laughter. “Probably the last piece left on the rack to go bar hopping and picking up chicks.”
“So far the charm is working on you.” He raked your body making you feel exposed to the intense look. “Frank.” He held out his hand, waiting for you to accept.
Jake Jensen x Notes
You watched the man being tied to the chair by his ankles. His hand held down on the small table in front of him.
“You know what we want.” Steve growled, grabbing a fistful of hair.
“I don’t know; I don’t have any information.”
“Give me the names.” Steve’s tone increased in volume as you could see him rage. It was like he had flipped a switch.
“I don’t..” the plea started again, a tortured scream filled the ear. The sound uncomfortably pierced your ears, making your blood run cold. You watched a knife wielding through the skin. “No, no, no, please.”
The broken shovelling of the chair heard as it screeched on the surface, while the captured was being de-fingered. You winced at the unwilling watch, flinching at the screams as they penetrated your ears. This was normal business as they claimed territory. Marking it with their brutal tactics.
The pained sounds as the blood poured from the intentional cut body parts made your skin crawl. The horrified actions were caught on camera. You knew it was wrong to have it on film, but this was the evidence you needed to nail down the bikers for good. The newspaper headlines were already being printed inside your head. Your mind was already celebrating the downfall by doing a victory lap as your feet dragged you away from the scene.
Johnny Storm x Donut
“So you want me to give the next person that walks through those doors a blowjob?”
“I dared you too, so yes.” Johnny smiled. “Or flash that pretty pink cunt of yours and play with it.”
As if on cue Colin entered the confined wooden space. You heard Johnny snicker and rolled your eyes before giving him a glare.
“You are so lucky, donut.” Johnny snorted. “I was hoping for some old fat man.”
Colin gave you both a confused look making Johnny fully lose it. You cringed on the spot, but there was no backing out of this bet without it coming with massive repercussions and knowing Johnny it was probably daring and embarrassing beyond.
“I fucking hate you.” You gave Johnny a glare.
“Flame on.” He laughed, pouring some water on the hot stones. The mist rose as the evaporating water steamed the sauna.
Johnny watched you contemplating on what to do. Taking your time you heard him clear his throat. Whipping your head back, pulling the towel over your body to shield it. He tutted at your move as if he knew you would make a run for it.
“Colin?” He started, giving you a cocky smirk before looking back at Colin. “Would you rather receive a blowjob or watch a girl finger herself?”
“Seriously? That’s a tough one.”
“You’re seriously considering answering this?” Your eyes widened, Coling didn’t even seem fazed by Johnny’s question.
“He asks me these weird questions all the time.” Colin shrugged. “Tough one. Is this relationship ongoing? A one time thing?”
You groaned at the extra questions, wanting out of the sauna.
“Let’s say a one time things.” Johnny grinned
“Let’s say never gonna happen.” You intervened
“I think as a one time thing, I’d want the most out of it. Make it last for hours. I’ll watch her play with her pussy.” Colin grinned. “So gorgeous, how about you open those legs and let us watch.”
“You fuckers. I’m out.” You cursed standing up, the idiots had played you. You shouldn’t have been surprised. Colin and Johnny had been two peas in a pot.
Why would Johnny even be into you? All it had been was a drunken night at the club with flirtatious remarks having ended between his sheets. towel being grasped from your clutch. Your unbalanced frame stumbling over ending in Johnny’s lap.
“Hello gorgeous, not the cock you were dared to swallow, but I’ll happily let you.”
“If this is your way of charming your way into my heart you’re wrong.” You pushed off from his chest, yanking the towel from his hands wrapping it around your body. He had made you feel so humiliated, not knowing when he should stop. You caught Colin’s look and he looked apologetic about his comment. “You’re fine Colin, it’s all Johnny’s fault.”
Colin Shea x Tiny
Your eyes widened as you poured more wine into your glass. The sudden stroke against your covered cunt made you swallow hard.
“You alright tiny?” Your eyes redirected towards your brother. Cringing at the nickname he had given you when you first had started your dance classes. Revering to Elton John’s Tiny Dancer.
“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?” You questioned trying to push away Colin’s hand. “Please stop calling me tiny.”
“Never. Your wide eyes say something different. Did you sniff a line before dinner?” Robert asked, tilting his head slightly observing your body language.
“Fuck no, I didn’t use anything and you know I don’t use in general anyway. I just remembered I forgot something.” Having managed to still his arm, his fingers kept curling at the seam of your panties, finding its way underneath the fabric.
Your excitement was evident as he pressed his fingers between your folds. Your cunt soaking them with the proof of the gathered slick.
He pulled his hand from your panties, you watched him collect some of the left sauce on his plate. His finger was moulded by his mouth as it disappeared, licking it clean. He hummed at the mixed taste.
“Sublime sauce you have made there love, compliments to the chef.” Colin spoke. You could feel yourself cringe in your seat, but had to stay calm and collected for the audience surrounding you both. Family dinner had never been this entertaining and awkward, but your brother could not find out about Colin.
Nick Gant x Cupcake
With your knees perched up on the coffee table the book laid in your lap. Your eyes scanned the pages as you drowned in the fantasy. The smell of oud wood with aromatic tobacco, hints of cinnamon and sandalwood penetrated your nostrils. You tried to ignore his presence by continuing the book in front of you.
“Can you not?”
“Not what?”
“Breath.”
“Now that would be something huh? Just keep reading, it’s interesting material.”
“Whatever.” You huffed, annoyed he wouldn’t just leave you alone.
His presence clearly was a distraction to reading. You squirmed a little in your seat.
“What’s wrong cupcake? Can’t focus?”
“Not with you breathing down my neck and watching what I’m doing, no.”
“I’m genuinely interested in how Captain Hook here will capture his Wendy.”
Instead of saying another word you slumped back into position. Your eyes readjusted to the pages in front of you. Not paying attention to Nick anymore, your thoughts wandering to the imaginary place on paper. Soft giggles and lip bites at the intensity of some scenes written.
For a moment Nick wasn’t there nor were you in the house. A split second passed and you were somewhere else. You gasped at the sudden cold breeze, huffing annoyed as your thoughts were brought back to the annoying waste of space behind you.
You side eyed squidward, giving him an eye roll as you wanted to punch the sly smile of his face. Grumbling your annoyance under your breath. You yelped at the sudden touch on your nipples. Looking down and slapping his hand.
“What would your bosses say with you sitting here with your breast out on full display?” Nick teased, continuing to softly flick the sensitive erected skin. “Keep reading your book like a good girl while I play with what’s mine.” As you tried to get up he pushed you back into the chair. “I said, keep reading your book like a good girl.”
With his locked hold on you there was no other choice than to sit back and read. With the twins still napping there wasn’t much you could do. The aroused feeling sparking to your core. Slightly leaning into his touch, pursing your lips letting out a pleasured huff.
James Mace x Needle
Your breath hitched as his knuckles grazed your cheek. Not being able to figure him out. His eyes piercing your gaze, his hands finding yours taking the sewing measuring tape from your hands. Your wrist comfortably held in his hands, giving him a questioning look as he rounded your wrists with the bendable material.
He guided your bound hands to the bulge in his pants. “Feel that? All for you.” He didn’t even blink or blush as he spoke the words. You wanted to be swallowed by the ground you stood on. This couldn’t happen, not with your father out in the front of the shop. “I think it’s time for you to experience my real measurements.”
The panicked feeling taking over, this couldn’t happen, not here, not in the shop. “Don’t it was just one night and clearly a mistake.”
“Don’t scream too loud, needle, don’t want daddy to hear you, do you?”
What was supposed to be a one night thing had evolved into something else completely. The exciting thrill rushed through your body swallowing hard as his hands hiked up your skirt. Pushing your body into the wall to give himself the upper hand. Getting out of his grasp had been made impossible now.
His hand pulled your panties aside, his finger sliding through your folds. Biting down on your bottom lip to keep from letting out a moan. You wanted to slap the smug grin from his face, but your focus had quickly shifted to the gratifying feeling from the circles on your clit.
“Needle, is everything going alright in there?” Your father asked and for dear god you begged the heavens above for him not to step inside.
Mace’s rapid movements had made it hard to focus on anything. Biting back the soft cries, you hoped he would back off now that your father needed an answer. Instead he did the polar opposite and quickened his pace.
“Answer daddy.” He commanded in a soft whisper pecking your lips. “Now.”
“Yes-yes.” You breathed through the assault on your pussy. “Everything is alright in here, I just messed up the measurements.”
“Okay, do you need any help?”
“No, we're all good here.” Your forehead dropped against Mace’s shoulder.
Devin Peters x Tats
“Oh you want to play now?” He stroked your cheek as you tried to dodge the contact. “Guess what princess.”
“Screw you Devin.”
“Will you shut up?”
“Never.” You bit back, a squeal leaving your body as he pushed in a single thrust.
“You’re not throwing me off balance this time. We’re going to have a nice little session of me using your pretty and tight cunt.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“We'll try again. I think you need a reminder of how things work around here, since you needed my help….remember?” He spoke, his hand pressing you down on your workbench. His hands running under your skirt. “Nice and wet. Just how I like my slutty cunts.” You felt him line up, with no prospect of getting out of this odd predicament. Whining as he slid home, trying to move. “Calm down - just like that.” He coaxed as you stilled under his strength.
Mike Weiss x Judge
The motel looked like it had seen better days. The paint cracked and peeling off the walls. The curtains had been attacked by moths and hanging off the rods as it seemed. It wasn’t the most ideal place to stay at, not with Mike. But at least you didn’t have to spend the night in the same car as him.
“What are you laughing at?” You asked as he walked back towards you.
“Must be your lucky day, we’re stuck in the same room together.”
“Outrageous.” You yelled out, your foot stomping along at the angered feeling. All you had wanted was to be away from him. A break from self centred egocentric prick.
“Come on, I can’t be that bad.”
“I can’t stand you. It wasn’t even my choice for you to tag along on this trip.”
“Look at all the fun we’re having, adventure.”
Sighing deeply you followed him towards the room. Watching him unlock the door you pushed past him. Dropping your bag on the bed, rummaging through your items, pulling some toiletries out. With the bathroom door in hand you turned towards him.
“Don’t you dare to disturb me.”
“I wouldn’t even dare, miss pageant queen.” He snorted as you slammed the door shut, locking it.
Turning on the shower you let the room steam for a second. Slipping out of your travel outfit. Your skin crawled at the contact of hot air washing over it. Pulling the curtain aside you stepped into the tub, groaning at the heat relaxing your muscles. It felt like hours had been spent under the cleansing rainfall.
Your senses spiked at the multiple voices coming from behind the door. You quickly dried yourself off, wrapping the towel around your body. Not even bothering to get dressed. You swung the door open, your blood instantly boiling at the sight in front of you.
“Want to join us?” Mike asked, giving you a smug smile, snorting up a white line from the held up pocket mirror while caressing the skin of two unknown ladies.
“Get the fuck out. Both of you.” You exasperated, picking up the scarce clothing from the floor and throwing it their way. They didn’t seem to want to move. “I said get the fuck out or I’ll drag you out myself.”
“Sorry ladies, the judge has spoken.” He searched his pocket, handing them some cash as they gathered their own clothing getting out of the room.
“I fucking knew it.”
“What?” He asked as he watched you approach the bedside table. The white substance messily scattered on the wood.
“This,” you swiped a finger through the cut drug, “you, using.” You watched his mouth drop as your finger rubbed your gums, before snapping at him. “What?”
“I don’t know something amazing I guess?” He shrugged.
“Keep on waiting, because who doesn’t use it for recreational purposes.”
“Let’s see if I can ruin you my way.” He licked his lips fascinated by the way you had foreseen yourself of the drug on hand.
Are you ready? Because I’ll even throw in a free check-in with the current four.
Andy Barber x Pebble
It had been two days since your therapist had told you to separate yourselves. She wanted you both to have some space of your own, in order to work toward each other. She had told you to see it as a business trip. Touchpad laughed at that comment, because business trips weren’t one that Andy usually would take.
He’d agreed to stay in the guest house and tonight for the first time in months you had missed his presence. It weighed heavy on your head, wanting him to be there. You knew you weren’t allowed to physically see him, so FaceTime was the only option left.
The rapid ringing tone kept going and as you were about to hang up, the acceptance call entered. Andy’s face had worry written all over it, but it softened when you gave him a soft smile.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” He replied, returning your smile and sitting up. You swallowed hard at the tattoos peeking from underneath his white shirt. He pushed the sleeves of his beige cardigan up, making you clench. “Is something wrong?”
“No.” You shook your head trying to get out of the spell he had so easily put on you. “I-I just - I don’t know, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, it’s okay.” He assured you. “I’ll let you get to it and get some sleep then.”
You hesitated for a split second, seeing his finger reach for the ending button. “I miss you.”
It seemed to stop his actions and he perked up a little more, leaning into the screen. Almost as if to tell you to continue and tell him more.
“I miss you too, Toots.”
“I need you, Andy.”
“It’s only been two day.” He laughed
“I know.” You sighed. “I’ll let you go to bed, you look tired.”
“Sleep well.”
“Goodnight.”
The call ended and you went on with your nighttime routine. Removing the make-up from your face, applying all the creams and serums, gently rubbing them into the skin. You washed your hands still wishing he was there.
“Fuck it.” You placed the tube back on the shelf and marched into your closet, pulling out one of his zip-up hoodies. You’d been stealing some of his clothes when he hadn’t been home, they always felt like a comfort blanket you could curl into. Relaxing your senses as you inhaled his scent.
As you walked towards the stairs you pulled the hair tie from your bun, letting your hair fall. A woman on a mission, determined to get her man.
Ari Levinson x Flower
“I never played with your body for hours. I’ll show you how to focus on an order. Give you a subtle reminder who you belong to.”
You watched him fumble in the drawer. Pulling out the blue and golden leather cuffs. Your naked body all of a sudden felt extremely exposed. Embarrassed for breaking the rules, but excited for your reward.
You bit your lip to hide the smile on your face, instead holding out your wrists watching him putting the leather in place. After checking if everything was tied properly he yanked your arms up by the chain, hooking the metal on the wall.
Your cheek pressed against the cold mirror. Your breath fogging up the surface. A small whine fell from our mouth as Ari pulled your ass back. Without waiting or preparing the loud slap against your asscheek made you gasp. Your hands balled into fists when he rapidly striked your ass four times, massaging each cheek to numb out the inflicted punishment.
You relaxed when he stepped away, his jacket being pulled from his shoulders and thrown aside. Your eyes watched him undo the cufflinks of his dress shirt, setting them aside on the cabinet. His sleeves being rolled up while he watched you squirm under his gaze. Helplessly trying to escape your current situation.
“Now I’m gonna play and you’re gonna be a good girl and cum when I need you to.”
Tagging @dreamlessinparis @chase-your-dreams-away because I know you are just as impatient as me. Want to be tagged in the future, let me know.
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