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hopelikethemoon · 4 years

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Christmas Morning (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Christmas Morning Rating: PG Length: 2000 Warnings: FLUFF Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Christmas Day 1998. Summary: Presents are opened.

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“Mommy, look what Nadia got me!” Josie shouted, getting your attention as you looked through the viewfinder of the camcorder. She proudly held up a bright pink CD-Rom game, “It’s the fashion designer game I’ve wanted for forever!”

Javier gave you a look, “I think she just shaded you.”

You rolled your eyes, “Thank Nadia for it.”

“The kid’s got style. How could I resist?” Nadia shrugged. “Next time we watch you, we’ll play with it, alright?”

Josie nodded her head, “Thank you.”

Chucho chuckled, “Just you wait until she opens my presents.” He took a sip of coffee before sitting it aside and taking the very squirmy Sofía out of your arms.

“Mommy!” Josie squealed. “Monica got me the nail designer too!” She beamed at the camera.

“Looks like this is a very Barbie Christmas.” Javier remarked, resting his hand on the top of your thigh and giving it a squeeze. You pulled your housecoat around you tighter and leaned into his side.

Josie moved onto her grandfather’s gifts, which included the Barbie Riding Club game and a matching Barbie doll.

“Look!” Josie brandished the doll, pouting a little. “But I still don’t have a pony.”

“Hmm.” Javier tapped his chin thoughtfully, “I wonder if Santa knew. Maybe you should open your stocking.”

Josie scrambled across the floor to grab the stocking out from under the tree, before retreating back into her spot in front of the camera.

“Clothing…” She huffed, tossing them aside like any little girl would, before she got her hands on the big toy. “A horse! Daddy, I got my pony!” She ooed and awed as she stared at the package.

“And it walks,” You told her with a grin.

Mitch leaned over the back of the sofa, giving your shoulder a squeeze. “That smile right there reminds me of a certain sixteen year old and Dove.”

“Oh God.” You hid your face.

“Who’s Dove?” Javier questioned.

You playfully swatted Mitch’s hand off your shoulder. “The guitar I got for Christmas after I moved in with them,” You explained, scrunching up your nose “It was black and had this stupid white dove on the front.”

“She was just the cutest thing,” Darla remarked from behind the sofa where she was sitting beside Mitch on the chairs Javier had pulled in from the dining table. “But she was no Stevie Nicks.”

Javier grinned at you, rubbing his hand up and down your leg, “I didn’t know you played.”

“Not well.” You assured him, making a face as you pressed your lips against his shoulder.

“She wasn’t terrible,” Mitch amended. “Not great, but not terrible.”

“Mommy, are you getting this?” Josie questioned as she tugged on a dress over her pajamas.

Monica laughed, “Why don’t we do a fashion show later?”

“Does Tate want to do a fashion show?” Josie questioned.

Tate clenched his teeth and grimaced, looking towards you and his parents for a way out.

“Tate would love to be in your fashion show,” Mitch told Josie, patting Tate on the back.

“Thanks dad.” He grumbled, shaking his head.

“Now, let’s see what mommy and daddy got for you.” Javier said, gesturing to the large box that was still sitting under the Christmas tree.

“But I’ve already got everything I wanted!” Josie announced, even as she hauled the box over and started peeling away the wrapping paper. She stopped once she realized what was in the box, her jaw dropping as she looked directly at the camera, before looking towards you and Javier. “Mommy!” She grinned at you.

“Well, let us see.” Chucho remarked, taking another sip of coffee.

Josie quickly peeled away the paper and proudly held up the American Girl doll that you had been eyeing for over a year. As soon as that catalog showed up in the mail last Christmas… you had known you had to buy it for her.

“What’s her name?” Monica questioned, tilting her head as she tried to catch a glimpse of what the name was, but Josie was quick to turn it back around so only she could see it.

“Her name is Josefina! Just like me!”

“No kidding,” Chucho remarked, looking at you and Javier then. “That worked out didn’t it.”

You laughed, biting on your thumbnail. “An arm and a leg later.”

“Let me see,” Nadia said, holding her hand out to take the box from Josie. “Josefina Montoya.”

“Wait a stinky minute!” Josie jumped up suddenly, racing down the hallway towards her bedroom.

You pursed your lips and looked between the other adults in the room, “Where do children get those phrases?” You laughed, sitting up a little as you looked down the hallway as she came trotting back with a book in her hands. Ah.

“You’ve been reading to me about her, Mommy! You clever lady!” She jumped onto the sofa, nearly causing Chucho to spill his coffee beside you as she threw herself onto yours and Javier’s laps.

“I wanted you to know all about your new friend,” You told her, poking her in the belly. “I hope you realize you’ve been spoiled rotten today.”

“It’s because I was a good girl all year.” Josie grinned brightly at you, tucking her hands under her head as she reclined back on you.

Javier tapped his finger against her nose, “And now you’ve gotta be a good girl for a whole new year.”

She sighed dramatically, “Well, I’ve gotta be good for sissy.” Josie sat up and walled her way in between you and Chucho to dote on her sister.

Mitch leaned over the sofa, “You’ve done good, kid.”

You smiled back at him, “I’ve tried to.”

“So what did you two get each other?” Monica questioned. “I noticed you two already did gifts.”

Javier snorted, “That’s what happens when you’re parents and you get up before the little ones.” He curled his arm around your shoulders, “Aside from the grill, someone got me the Star Wars trilogy on VHS.”

“And a couple new games for his Playstation,” You said, patting his leg. “And he got me an office chair for our office at school.” You shrugged. The real gift had been the update to the silver bracelet you wore. Hidden under the band, away from anyone’s gaze, was a special date in May — etched in alongside all the other important dates in your lives.

You still couldn’t believe that a few feet away, unbeknownst to everyone except for Chucho — the picture of the two of you, fresh out of saying your vows, hung on the wall without anyone knowing.

Your little secret.

“You know, the fact that you play video games gives me hope for other people from your generation.”

“You’re right behind us,” You reminded her with a pointed look.

“You and Javier are Boomers,” Nadia pointed out. “Monica and I are Generation X.”

“I feel like this is a slam.” Javier remarked, his brows drawn together skeptically. “Is this a slam?”

“Now we know where Josie’s getting her zingers.”

Josie nodded her head, “I get all the zingers, mommy.” She grabbed at your hand and kissed it. “I love you mommy.”

“Aw, I love you too sweetheart.” You kissed the top of her head.

“You too, daddy.”

“Love you, princesa.”

Josie jumped off the sofa, startling Stevie who jerked awake. “I love everyone in this room!” She announced, before snatching up her American Girl doll box and heading back towards her bedroom.

“I so thought the horse would be the biggest draw,” You remarked with a shake of your head. “I guess you can’t always know.” You took the baby back from Chucho, settling her into the spot in between you and Javier so she could recline back against him.

Chucho gave your arm a pat before he hauled himself off the sofa, “I’m gonna make another cup, now that the fun’s over with.”

“Make a whole pot, will you? I need coffee.” You said as you stifled a yawn.

Mitch got up from his chair and walked around to take Chucho’s seat on the sofa. “Thank you for inviting us back into your life.” He said, gesturing towards Tate and Darla. “Not a day went by that I didn’t worry about you. Hoping that you’d turn out alright, despite everything. And you have.”

You felt tears prickle behind your eyelids as you blinked slowly, “Thank you, Mitch. I wish I’d made more of an effort.”

“It all works out in the end,” He said with a wave of his hand. “You and your family are welcome in Philly.” Mitch looked towards Monica and Nadia then, “You two as well.”

“Really?” Monica smiled. “I’m honored.”

“You’re family.” Mitch said with a warm smile, before he looked back at you. “I’m proud of you and I know dad would be… God, he’d be thrilled to see how well you’ve done for yourself. That’s all he ever wanted.”

You wiped at your eyes, “I don’t know where I’d be if he hadn’t set everything up for me. I know I’m really lucky.” You knew there were hundreds of thousands of kids who went through the same bullshit you did — every day.

Monica had shitty parents. Connie’s mother was in the running for craziest mother of the year.

“I just want to do right by my girls.” You told him. “They deserve the world I didn’t have.”

Javier squeezed your shoulder three times as he kept his arm curled around you. “I’m glad you welcomed Mitch into our family,” He started with an amused tone in his voice. “Otherwise I’d never know you could play the guitar.” He snapped his fingers. “Steve’s got one.”

You turned your head slowly and glared at him, “No.”

“Oh, come on.”

“No!” You laughed, slapping his leg.

“She really wasn’t that bad,” Mitch pointed out. “If she had actually practiced.”

You scrunched up your nose, “I felt weird taking lessons from your nanny.”

“She was paid for it!” Darla assured you. “And to think, you could be some big name musician if you’d put a little effort into it.”

“I wouldn’t have met Javier.” You said without hesitation. “There’s no variation of my life where I’d be okay with that.”

“I dunno,” Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Maybe I’d be working security for your concerts.”

You rolled your eyes, “No.”

“You two go well together,” Mitch pointed out, drawing a line between the two of you. “I don’t think I ever saw this spark between you or any of the guys you brought home.”

“MItch!” You shot him a look. “Shut up.”

“No, no. I’m curious now.” Javier glanced around you. “What were these men li—” You covered his mouth with your hand before he could finish.

“Nope. We are not having this conversation.” You warned him, turning back towards Mitch then. “Don’t.” You slowly uncovered Javier’s mouth. “I went to an all girl’s school, my choice of boys was narrowed down to Darla’s friends’ sons and the sons of the ladies at the DAR.”

“They weren’t terrible.” Darla pointed out.

“The were the poster boys for frat houses, college sports, and the dictionary definition of WASPs.”

“Oh,” Javier tilted his head. “Lance?”

You made a face, “Unfortunately. In my defense it was Philadelphia.”

“The pickings were slim.” Darla laughed. “But look what it’s led you to.” She patted the top of your head in a very familiar fashion, before she headed into the kitchen to get a cup of the coffee Chucho was brewing.

“All that matters is that you’re happy, kid.” Mitch reminded you.

“Oh, I am.” You assured him. “I think I’ve maxed out on happy.”

“And we’ve maxed out on camera space.” Javier pointed out, setting Sofía in your lap as he scooted forward to fiddle with the camcorder.

This was what Christmas was going to be like for the rest of your life. A stark contrast to the Christmases you remembered from years past — back when the holiday seemed like a black mark on the calendar because you never got to be with the people who actually loved you.

Now you had that love and you were never letting it go.

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal x reader

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kinkyacademia · 4 years

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Can you write a fic were Hawks x Male reader were the reader loses their dog(Preferably a large breed) is a villain attack. Hawks ends up finding the dog, returns it, but is surprised to see that the reader is actually the nerdy kid from his old high school and now the reader looks hot and just go on from there. Don´t judge me.

bI don’t really know who this was for, but I snatched it up because BAM it was cute :)Okay after writing this, I have to say: I didn’t expect to make Hawks such a bottom, but he is SUCH A BOTTOM IN THIS IM SO SORRY-Orange warning. This has fairly lewd content in it, but since there isn’t any sex, it’s less of a lemon and more of an orange.

-Mod Pasta 🍜🍝

🌪”Charles!” You shouted when you got home. There had been a villain attack near your house and you rushed home to check up on your purebred Newfoundland named Charles. Upon not finding him, you got worried, calling the police. They told you that they would look for the dog among the havoc the villain had caused. Anxiety plagued you, but alas there was nothing you could do. It was in the hands of heroes now, probably that up and coming new hero you heard about: The one with wings.

🌪Takami had been flying around for a while, lazily collecting distressed civilians and checking up on people around the firefight. It had been an odd villain: some rando had gone rough and used his attraction quirk to pull builds together. Hawks had neutralized him, then joined the rescue squad. It was a high-injury event because of the violent power, but all injured civilians were now in care. It was near the end of the day, right when Hawks was going to leave and go home for dinner, when he got a heads up from the police that a dog was missing. Some huge, fluffy dog a boy had called in about. He immediately swooped down to look for it.

🌪Finding the dog was a breeze: it had just been accidentally pulled out of the yard of its owner and run directly into the danger. It was trotting along in the rubble, sniffing around for a tasty snack. He landed, giving the dog his hand while he reported to the police that he had found it. The dog barked happily, trotting right up to him and promptly leaning the side of its body all the way into him. He hadn’t expected it to be so loving, and he stumbled back with a shout of surprise, then delight. It was such a sweetie! He cooed at the big puppy, ruffling its ears until the police notified him that they could still hear him and gave him the address of the owner.

🌪The dog seemed comfortable with Takami flying, so he set off towards the owner’s house with it in tow, a little uncomfortable because of the weight, but able to manage. Once he set it down, he had to stretch his arms, his joints popping. The dog barked as it happily looked up at him. Almost immediately the door of the little house opened, the light blaring through the dark dusk as the owner rushed forward, hugging their pet. He proudly crossed his arms, “I found him in the rubble, he’s pretty cute.”

🌪When the owner looked up, he definitely didn’t expect to see (L/N) (F/N) from his old Hero course. You looked up with surprise, “Takami…?”

🌪You two caught up quickly, and you offered him tea as he followed you inside. You had settled as a sidekick to a hero agency, and he raved about how nerdy you had been back in high school. You had worn thick-rimmed glasses, always corrected him on minor arithmetic details, and had a problem with self-care and acne. Now none of those things were present, especially the problem with self care… Yeah, as you poured the willow tea, he admired your ass from your couch as he removed his suddenly stuffy jacket. You took care of yourself alright, very well.

🌪You seemed indifferent to his interest, happily talking about old times and relating them to your new job. Charles ended up laying his body across the both of you, and you laughed, giving his back end a slap. The puppy barked, wagging his tail. Both of you laughed at that, and Hawks rubbed the dog’s head, still infatuated with the baby. His eyes didn’t stray from your own for long, however: yours just seemed so much brighter without the glasses. How could puberty hit someone so late and so hard?

🌪You calmly smiled, drinking your tea serenely, “Thanks for returning Charlie. I bet he’s pooped from running around the city.”

“Probably,” Takami nodded, blinking a couple times before realizing that he still had his goggles on. He removed them, placing them in his jacket on the table in front of your couch, “I’m probably imposing-”

“Never! It’s so cool to see how far you’ve come, Takami, even if we weren’t super close back in Uni,” You exclaimed, and his breath hitched. Boy did he wish he knew you better in Uni…

🌪Hawks was suddenly conscious of his hair. It was all over the place - and your own was quite obviously styled. Wait - did you just push it back to tease him? He felt his body grow hotter… That damn nerd from his old school was sitting in front of him, laughing his cute little ass off at Hawks’ horrible jokes.

“I had started a pot of rice before you arrived, you can stay for dinner if you like,” He didn’t like how narrow your sly eyes were when you suggested that. You were so tantalizing that he had to stop himself from literally ruffling his feathers.

“I’d love that, heroing is hard work.”

🌪He never thought the day would come that the annoying geek from Uni’s mouth would look so inviting. Did you keep the chopsticks between your teeth when you laughed because you knew he was staring? He hoped that was the case, because he wasn’t about to stop. Hadn’t you had braces? They were definitely gone now, and your entire face was just enticing him…

🌪You could definitely tell Takami was attracted to you. You had run into another old peer from High School and they blatantly commented on your improved physique and looks. You had put a lot of effort into them over the last few years, and you were glad that they paid off. Finding out that an old classmate was now the No. 3 Pro Hero and was practically drooling for you was another achievement you were quite proud of.

🌪He had taken his jacket and goggles off, his gloves soon following. His wind-blown hair seemed all too perfect to run your hands through, but you didn’t quite remember if your peer was attracted to men or not. He was popular with the girls ever since he was in Uni, but had he ever went after one? Not that you remember. You listened to him talk about his latest mission with wide eyes and fascination, and he continued to beef up the story until it sounded fantastical, obviously trying to impress you. You’d never seen him so flustered, his voice shaking a bit and his eyes fleeting.

🌪So you took a leap of faith and called him out on it, “Takami,” He paused, his eyes immediately looking to your own across the dining table, “Are you nervous?”

“Ah shucks, you caught me. Well come on, you know you’re hot, right?” Your heart fluttered. That was so upfront, and your cheeks flushed as you smiled to yourself.

“Thanks, I was beginning to think you just wanted to leave,” Your smile formed into a smirk, and you rested your chopsticks against your teeth as your tongue stuck out. You cocked as eyebrow as his obvious strain to not look at your lips.

“I kinda like it here. You know,” You hummed to let him know you were paying attention as he took another mouth full of rice, “My person motto is that I think heroes should be able to relax and have leisure time.”

“Hmm?” He nodded at your inquiry, and you chuckled deeply, “You don’t seem very relaxed. I could help you with that,” He quite obviously was gawking now, his cheeks flushed and sweat beginning to gather on his brow.

“Really?” His voice was hoarse, and you ended up laughing as he looked away from you, realizing how needy he sounded. You twirled a chopsticks between your fingers, then glanced at the man’s lap, eyes wandering back up to his wanton eyes, “Yeah…” He trailed off, his small pupils now fully blown.

🌪To say the least, Takami’s dinner snack was long forgotten. Once you had gotten up, slowly stalking around the table toward him, he was like putty for you. You took his hand, and he followed you anxiously to your bedroom. You had exceptional taste in style, your bed being plush as he fell back into it. He leaned up, and you cocked an eyebrow, “Finally found a shred of dignity?”

“Never, but I can’t be on my back,” He ruffled his wings, and you rolled your eyes, leaned down to place a caste kiss on his lips that left him breathless, “Fuck,” he whispered.

🌪He remembered being compared to an angle one time in bed. Sweet, flustered, but never submissive enough to back down from a fight. You ended up straddling him, and the blood that was left in his body travelled to his groin. His back was against the headboard, and you were ravaging the hero’s pride by leaving love bites down his neck, his lips swollen from a long, deep make out session, “Where did this… Even come from?” He had to gather his scrambled thoughts together.

“I had expected you to take the lead, but this was just too easy,” He relished in the purr that escaped your lips, and he took a deep breath. You pulled back, looking at your work with smug pride, “Beautiful.”

“Don’t underestimate me, (F/N), I’ve been known to bite back.”

🌪His own love marks were less intense than your own, his touch less rough and more calculated. He had flipped you positions, but you obviously still held the reigns. You were just too much for him to wrangle. You pulled his hips against your own, grinding into him. The gasp that escaped his lips sent shivers down your arms: This was happening. You were going to fuck the pretty boy from Uni.

🌪“We still have a lot of clothes on,” You ran a hand down his chest, and some form of a coo came from him. You gave him an incredulous look, and his cheeks darkened.

“I can’t control the sounds I make, (F/N),” You cackled, ordering him to take his shirt off. He obliged, and you made sure to leave a few marks along the way as you removed your own top. Both of your bulges were now straining against your pants, threatening to pop a button.

“It’s cute. I wonder if I can pull another one out,” You teased, and the awkward, flustered smile you got back confirmed that you were going to pull many noises out of this hero. Your hands travelled down to his belt as you planted another kiss on his lips.

“You’re so different than I remember,” He whispered, and you nodded slowly as you undid his buckle, pulling the belt out and inspecting it. His eyes followed your own down to it.

“I am,” You ran a hand along the buckle, “Every been hit with this?” Your eyes snapped back to his own. The bewildered look he had confirmed that he hadn’t, and you threw the leather behind his neck, pulling him close to your lips, “Maybe next time,” You bit his bottom lip, then tossed the belt off of the bed. At this point you were just torturing the man.

🌪You both had to get out of your pants before one of you went insane. You opened your nightstand, pulling out the bottle you hadn’t expected to use and a condom. You held them up to his face as he was yanking a shoe off. He looked to them, then you, “Nice size.”

“Oh,” You chuckled, forgetting that the size of the condom was labelled.

“Definitely for you, though,” He glanced at his own boxers that were still on, “I can take it.”

“Cute,” You were waiting on him, and he could tell. You pulled your own underwear off, and his eyes travelled to your length. You could see him chewing on the inside of his cheek, and you hooked a finger into the elastic of his boxers, laughing, “C’mon, embarrassed? I’m sure you’ve done this a million times.”

“I’m not a player, contrary to popular belief,” He crossed his arms, and you gave him a cocked eyebrow.

“I’ve heard otherwise,” You pulled his boxers down an inch, and he seemed nervous, “Are you… sure?” You held the condom up once again, “You can back out if you want, I won’t hold it against you.”

“I’m just remembering how you used to be. I thought you were going to be some weird scientist with warts when you grew up,” He laughed dryly, and you gasped, grinning.

“Oh really? I’ll fuck that expectation away, I promise,” You threatened, “C’mon, if you’re going to take me, you gotta be prepared,” You swore he cooed once more, nodding. You pulled his boxers down to see his semi-erect length, and he stepped out of them obediently.

“Yeah, alright, yeah,” His voice was practically shaking. You put a hand under his jaw, pulling him toward yourself. He followed immediately, and you felt a wave of dominance fall over you. Most heroes would feel shameful being so submissive, but this boy practically held pride in it. You were going to love this.

“Let’s start.”

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thebluenebula · 4 years

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Honestly I didn't want to move but I did. We walked out of the range just in time to see Jay speed out of the cave, then we took a staircase back up and popped out from behind a bookshelf in a library. Dick was lying on a nearby chair talking to Babs. "Hey."

"Hey." Kate and I said in unison.

"What we're you two up to in the cave?" Dick asked, clearly suspicious.

"I don't think that any of your business Dick." Babs commented.

"I agree with Babs." Kate smirked.

Dick looked to me. "So, what do you think of the Bat-cave?"

"Its cool." I quickly replied. "Odd though."

"The Bat-cave is very odd." Babs agreed.

Dick's phone beeped and he looked at it. "Dinners ready."

"What is it?" Kate asked.

"Let's find out." He stood up.

As Kate and Babs headed for the door I whispered to Dick. "Would it be okay if I eat in my room?"

He smiled at me. "Of course. You don't have to ask, just grab a plate and head up."

"Thanks." I followed Dick out of the library.

We walked into the kitchen and saw Alfred preping plates of food. "Hello Alfred." Dick greeted him.

"Hello, I'm just finishing preparing the meals."

"Ashleigh's just gonna grab a plate and head to her room." Dick said.

"Of course, Master Dick."

Kate handed me over a plate. "Or you could come with me, if you want. I'm heading out to the gazebo. I've been cooped up in the cave all day I could use some fresh air."

"Yeah sure." I quickly agreed.

Dick looked at me. "I'll talk you later."

"See you later." Babs said.

I nodded at him. Kate grabbed her plate and put her hand on my shoulder and we headed towards the door. Kate stopped. "Oh Alfred, Jays gone out. I don't think he'll back anytime soon."

"Thank you, Miss Kate. I will leave his wrap in the fridge for him."

"Speaking of," Dick said. "Shouldn't B be home soon."

"He said he would be Master Dick." Alfred replied as Kate and I walked out.

We walked through the garden. It was beautiful. Everything neatly taken care of. We sat down inside a white painted gazebo, the sun shined in on us. Behind the gazebo was a large brick wall, largely covered in brightly coloured graffiti art.

"The sun's nice to see." Kate commented.

"Oh yeah." I looked up at the sky, quickly looking back down when the sun caught my gaze. "We never did see too much of it on Ireland."

"Is it a rainy as they say?"

"Oh yeah, but the rain can be nice." I shrugged. "At least I think so anyway."

"Then don't worry." Kate laughed. "It rains plenty in Gotham."

Kate took a bite of her food. A wrap. I looked at my own plate. A chicken wrap. Plenty on it. I took a bite. Gorgeous, same as all Alfred's meals it would seem.

"Do you need to go clothes shopping?"

"Hmm." Without thinking, I tried to talk but my mouth full of food. Kate giggled at my failed attempt to speak. I swallowed the food before trying to speak again. "What?"

"You said you only had a few skirts. If you need to go clothes shopping I can bring you." She gestured to herself. "I'm no style guru, that's Steph and Dick's department, but I like to think im not the worst."

"I like your style."

"Thank you. So how about it then? Clothes shopping?"

"I'd love to but I think Bruce is bringing me furniture shopping over the weekend."

"I could tag along and we dip into a clothes shop."

"I really don't have a whole pile of money." I said honestly.

Kate pointed to the giant manor. "You are literally Bruce Wayne's child."

"Adopted, and I can't just ask him for money."

"Yes. You can." Kate emphasised each of the words. "He'd be more than happy to give you money for clothes shopping."

"I don't know. It just seems wrong. I mean I've only been here less than a week. It'd be rude."

Kate sighed. "Even if he wasn't okay with it, which he is absolutely is, by the way," Kate took out her wallet and put a couple of bills on the table. "I am."

I looked at the money. Five one hundred dollar bills. "I can't-"

"Take it." She insisted and slid it closer.

I hesitantly took the money and put it in my pocket. "Never hesitate to ask me or Bruce for money." Kate insisted. "Even it's for something simple like fast food or a video game. We're happy to give you some."

"Thank you, Kate, but-"

Kate leaned in. "No buts. End of story." Then she leaned back out. "Just if you need money for bullets, ask me, not Bruce. Jays has been asking him since he came back from the dead. He's convinced he'll break eventually."

"Okay." I laughed, it took a minute for what Kate had just said to register. "Jay was what now?"

Kate laughed. "That's a story for another day. Don't worry he brings it up quite often."

"Okay." I sat staring at her blankly for a moment. My brain was still processing what she had just told me.

"So," Kate broke the silence. "How are you enjoy your meal?"

"What? Oh yeah. Its nice." I took another bite of my wrap. "Is there anything Alfred can't cook?"

"If there is, we have yet to find it." Bruce said as he entered the gazebo.

Kate and I looked at Bruce with surprise. She must not have. heard him approach either. "Hey." Kate and I said in unison.

Bruce looked to me."A couple more boxes of yours came." He gestured back to the house. "I just left them in the entrance but Dick and I can bring them up to your room if you want."

"No. That's okay." I stood up. "I'll just throw my plate in and I'll bring them up."

"There's a couple boxes. You'll need a hand." Bruce insisted.

Kate swallowed the last piece of her wrap. "I'll help." She said, standing up and grabbed my plate off of me. "I'll throw these in and meet you two in the main hall." She walked off towards the house.

Bruce and I watched for a second before he started walking as well. "Come on." He said. I got up and followed him. "So did you and Kate talk?"

I silently gulped. "Yup."

"I'm sorry about that. I know what you said but we thought it'd help."

"It did. Thanks." I said. "Anything else like that I should know about?"

"No." Bruce smiled at me as we reached the back door. We walked through the house to the entrance hall. A stack of boxes sitting by the door and by them, stood Kate.

"Let's bring these up then." Bruce said, grabbing a stack of boxes.

"So how was work?" Kate asked him, grabbing another stack of boxes.

I grabbed the last stack then we started up the stairs. "Not too bad. I got that business with Lex Corp sorted out. Thank god."

"So no more late nights for a while?" Kate asked.

"For a while." Bruce said.

"So what's in the boxes?" Kate asked as we reached the third floor.

"Lego, and books mostly, some clothes and other trinkets from my old room."

"Only some clothes?" She asked.

"Most of my old clothes were torn or too small so I left them."

"Definitely bringing you clothes shopping then."

"Speaking of shopping, you still want to go furniture shopping this weekend?" Bruce asked.

"Yes. Absolutely." I quickly replied.

"How's Saturday sound?"

"Great."

"I'll join you and we can go clothes shopping. If that's okay?" Kate asked

Bruce look to me. "Is it?"

"Of course." I responded quickly.

"Also Bruce," Kate said. "You gotta have a serious talk with Ashleigh about money?"

Bruce glanced at her curiously "Why?"

"She didn't want to ask you for money for shopping."

"Oh." Bruce sounded surprised, then he grinned. "Ashleigh never be afraid to ask me for money."

"It's just, I've only been here a week. I don't want to push my luck." I said.

"Trust me. My kids are experts at pushing their luck. You couldn't be worse." Bruce assured me.

We stopped outside my room. "So who's gonna get the door?" Kate asked.

Bruce shifted the weight of the boxes to one arm and opened the door. We set the boxes down beside my bed.

"You need help unpacking?" Bruce asked.

"No. I should probably wait till I get furniture to unpack."

"Yeah." The two agreed.

"Hey." Bruce turned to Kate. "Alfred said Jays gone out. Do you know where?"

"He went to pick up Artemis and Bizarro. Why?"

"Just wondering. Artemis will keep him out of trouble anyway."

"He's in his twenties Bruce. You don't have to worry about him everytime he goes out."

"Regardless of his age, he's my kid, it's my job to worry about him." Bruce stated. "Plus it's Jason."

"Valid point." Kate agreed, then turned to me. "You said something about Legos right?"

"Yes." I looked at her curiously.

"You got any superhero ones?"

"A couple."

"Any of us?"

"I've got you, I said pointing at Bruce." Who smiled back at me. "The third Robin and Black Bat."

"I feel kinda hurt you don't have one of me." Kate joked.

"I missed out on Batwoman." I explained as I sat down the bed.

"Too bad." Kate said leaning against the wall.

"I didn't know they made ones of Cass." Bruce looked at me curiously.

"Oh they don't. I kinda just pieced her together from other figures."

"So you dismantle the little guys you get and make someone new?"

"Sometimes. Yes."

Bruce nodded. "Cool."

Kate looked at us. "So if I wanted to make one that looked like me, not Batwoman, like me me, I'd have to buy the sets with pieces that look like me."

"There's a website where you can just buy the pieces on there own."

"Handy." She commented. I yawned. "Late night?"

I nodded. "We watched a movie last night."

"We?"

"Bruce, Harper, Carrie, Duke, Dick, and I."

Kate looked to Bruce. "Not like you to stay up late, if you're not on patrol."

"Got in from the office late. Sat down and watched a movie with the kids."

Kate smiled at him then turned to me. "You must be tired then?"

"Yeah." I agreed. "I should probably go to sleep."

Bruce nodded. "We'll see you in the morning." The two headed for the door but stopped. "I meant to say this before, my bedroom doors always unlocked if you need me."

Kate looked to Bruce then back to me. "While I prefer a bit more privacy, you can always knock, or call if I'm asleep. My ringtone never fails to wake."

I nodded. "Goodnight."

"Night." The two said in unison as the door shut.

I lay down on my bed. Jason seemed to be warming up to me, which was nice. Steph and her friend, Cass, seem sweet, and I really like Kate. She seems like someone I could talk to, about anything. As I ran through the day in my head, I couldn't help but smile as I drifted off to sleep.

#bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #barbara gordon #oracle #stephanie brown #sports #cassandra cain #orphan #kate kane #batwoman #oc #lgbtqia+#transgender #nonbinary #ashleigh wayne

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drblood-bringer-of-death · 4 years

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Watts x Tyrian!! This is for day 1 of Nuts and Volts week so yay! I decided to do the first prompt of Modern AU. Enjoy the fluff!!

A Relaxing Evening

Rain pounded at the windows roughly. The constant, insistent pattering creating a rythm against the ice cold glass. On the other side of the window was a warm, comfortable home. The heater blasting and keeping the cold air from seeping through. The lights were dimmed and the room was still. The front door of the home creaked open, revealing a tall, well dressed man named Arthur Watts. He sighed heavily as he put away his soaked unbrella and toes off his dress shoes. As his soft footsteps made their way further into the warm home he ran his hands through his hair. He looked around and chuckled at the large bundled burrito of blankets resting on their couch. He made his way into the kitchen, turning on the light and placing a kettle of water on the stove. As Watts waited for his water to boil he looked at his reflection in the microwave. The tan skin of his face contrasted his tired eyes. He stroked at his mustache trying to style it just the tiniest bit. As he stood distracted with his own face a warmed pair of arms wrapped themselves around his waist and chest. A similarly warm face snuggled its way into the crook of his neck.

"Your home late" the voice mumbled into his skin. He sughed.

"I know, im sorry Tyrian but you know-"

"Yeah, yeah. Ironwood needed you to work." He chuckled dryly. "Anyway, how was your day? You look tired."

"I am, extremely so actually. And it was way too long." He took a pause as the kettle screamed. Watts quickly took it off the stove and poured himself, and Tyrian, two cups. He also grabbed some teabags and placed them each in a cup before letting it sit. Tyrian moved away from Watts and leaned against the counter. "How was your day?" Watts asked his lover. Tyrians usual smile turned intk a deep frown and he tutted a response.

"Long as well. Salem kept having me finish reports for Cinder. That woman cant do proper work to save her life" he shook his head laughing as he smiled again and Watts chuckled with him.

"Your right about that. But she is also much younger than us. Cinder will adjust to the work soon enough." Watts offerd as the tea was now saturated enough to drink. He handed Tyrian his own cup.

"You make it sound like we're old men Arthur!" Tyrian giggled. "Were ony 10 years older than her. Or at least I am." He smirked slyly at Watts.

"Whats that supposed to mean? Im 43!" Watts defended his pride as he crossed his arms and glared at his partner.

"Im just saying that we arent that old either. Even if you feel like it. " Tyrian walked over to watts and wrapped his arms around the taller mans neck. He tangled his hands in his hair as Watts' arm moved to rest on Tyrians hips. Watts sighed happily and smiled. He leaned down and pressed a sweet, gentle kiss to Tyrians lips. Said man grinned and kissed back quickly. They stayed together for a few moments before Watts pulled away slightly.

"Your as poisonous as a scorpion" Watts mutterd against Tyrian's lips. His mustache tickling his upper lip.

"And your as stuck up as a doctor" Tyrian retorted.

"I am a doctor." Watts stated flatly. As his face contorted into mock offense.

"I know" Tyrian giggled and kissed him again. They shared kiss after kiss until Tyrian pulled away and leaned back, setting his hands on Watts' shoulders. Watts smiled at him lovingly before remembering he forgot something.

"My tea!" Watts relized, letting go of tyrian and quickly picking up his cup. Tyrian rolled his eyes and watts checked the temperature. "Your lucky its not cold" he glared at Tyrian. Blaming him for whatever inconvenience he precieved cold tea as.

"Its tea darling i doubt it would matter if it went cold." Tyrian snickered teasingly and patted Watts' back as the man chugged the rest of his lukewarm tea.

"How about we head to bed? I have more work to do tomorrow and im sure Ironwood needs you to finish that project soon" watts expresion soured and he grumbled.

"I can't believe he put Pietro in charge of that! Im a far better leader and i know what im actually doing!" Watts started to rant but tyrian rubbed his arm gently.

"I know you hate it but once its finished you can take up that job offer with Salem remember? She would love to have someone like you on our team." Tyrian smiled at Watts, whos face softened as he looked at Tyrian.

"I have been thinking about it a lot since she gave me the offer. You're sure Salem said she was alright with us working together?" Tyrian nodded.

"She was ecstatic when i said i had a boyfriend. And you remember how happy Hazel was when he met you." Watts tries to recall the supposedly "happy" face of Hazel. Which looked the same as his 'sad' face, and his 'i hate you' face and- Watts shook his head.

"That is true." He pondered "The offer seems to get better compared to working with James. But i have to finish this stupid project first" he frowned.

"Well we can continue to talk about it in the morning." Tyrian was interrupted by a yawn, "I really am tired." Watts scoffed and raised an eyebrow quizzically.

"Weren't you just sleeping on the couch before i got home?" Tyrian glared.

"I was only half asleep, and your loud footsteps woke me up anyway." He walked out of the kitchen in order to gather the blankets he scattered across the couch.

"I have soft footsteps thank you very little! Your the one with unnaturally good hearing." Tyrians laugh echoed through the house.

"Just shut up and come to bed!" He called back through his laughs. Watts just sighed and placed the discarded cups into the sink before following his partner to their shared bedroom. As he walked in and closed the door he saw Tyrian making the bed with the items he stole off it earlier.

"You look like a housewife." He teased.

"Har har, at least i make the bed." Tyrian teased back before settling into their bed and snuggling underneath the covers. Watts smiled, admiring the homely scene before joining his lover. As Watts settled in himself, Tyrian curled his entire body into his own. And Watts simply held him as he ran his fingers through Tyrians long hair. The room grew quite, with their breathing being the only continuous sound.

"Hey the rain stopped" tyrian muttered quietly.

"Mhm" Watts responded. His own body's exhaustion catching up with him. Tyrian smiled and placed one last kiss to Watts' lips as the latter tried to avoid falling asleep.

"Shhh, rest now. Ill make breakfast in the morning." Tyrian offerd as he once again curled into Watts neck.

"Hmm fine" He responded with as he held Tyrian close and finally gave into the sweet lull of sleep. His lover soon following him into their own special dream land.

#nuts and volts week #rwby watts #arthur watts #rwby #rwby tyrian #tyrian callows #rwby fanfiction #nuts and volts

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i started thinking about that gay bastard oc of yours. platano. can u tell me about him

omg u wer thinkgin about platano..... mr banana man... mr 4011. i am obsessed with the banana code srry i just got back from work (it was good :-D)

any way. um. im going below the cut. he kidnaps people and he murders people and i hate him because he’s also a massive weeb so. hm

HISTORY OF PLATANO... yea his name is spanish for banana

his father, pablo, will probably get a name change someday but i literally never think of his father since the only thing he did in platano’s backstory was disappear

since platano’s world has characters based off like. fruits and vegetables (there aren’t really any limit to what the characters are based off of. it was in my lazy google translate name phase so we have like... a gay character named arcenciel who becomes dadlike through my powerful canon-changing touch. also arcenciel wears the colors of the rainbow as often as he can i haven’t figured out a good design for him since i’m not used to using more than 5 colors. he also owns a hat factory)

i think arcenciel and platano are friends they met when platano was like. 17 probably and arcenciel would be around uhhhhh ummmmmmm 21??? idk man but in canon he’s probably around 30 . yes i m saying “in canon” because i wrote a really dumb and horrible story back in 2018 arcenciel used to have HUGE internalized homophobia and i turned that into a running joke and i dislike that so that’s a reason why i’m not sharing the fun little story i wrote for my friends

(the best part of that story is when arcenciel threw his light-up rainbow heelies at platano, thus starting the boss fight which the main cast LOST.)

ok back to the topic at hand. platano.

i have a whole doc named platano where i just wrote drabbles about him so i’m going to summarize them

the first one was his friend, percisi (my only cishet oc he’s very short and very aggressive while also dressing in a soft-colored turtleneck since he’s based off of peaches) using a misunderstood form of satanism to summon satan. guess what percisi and platano summoned satan for. it was a manga update! wow

i won’t say the mangas name it was an inside joke

so platano was like “hey satan can i have this manga now please please” and satan went “sure just kill people for me”

that determined platanos job for the next 7 or so years <3 wonderful.

(it was basically me writing a backstory for a scene to happen in the main writing i wrote for my friends. he killed someone because someone else in the building was trying to summon satan. very confusing but okay i guess.)

i think right after that i wrote about platano meeting his boyfriend, sage, for the first time. i have horribly mixed feelings about their relationship since it’s very. Hm.

so platano kidnaps people to watch anime with him because all his friends left him and his best friend, mangue, is too busy being a dictator over the Land of the Fruits. i shit you not fruits oppressed the vegetables. i wrote that dynamic between the two because i was learning about the revolutionary war in US History. something like that at least

(the Land of the Fruits is not the official name)

on the topic of kidnapping people. guess who his favorite person was. sage. it was sage. so he tried to take sage often but they probably discussed Proper boundaries since everyone else tried to run away. hmm i am now going to write a bit right now

“Platano,” Sage started. “Why do you keep kidnapping me? It’s rude and I hate it.”

“What else am I supposed to do?” The yellow-haired fool leaned on his sword, digging the tip deeper into the ground.

“ASK ME IF I WANT TO HANG OUT??”

“I can do that?”

“You keep making my dads worried.” Sage looked around the area, fidgeting with his hands.

“Oh. Okay. Want to hang out? Watch some anime?” Platano paused for a moment, but managed to say “Maybe kiss?” before Sage got to answer.

“I- KISS??? We can watch anime together. We can go now.”

Sage ushered Platano through a portal as fast as he could.

His dads were never worried.

hmmm maybe that’s alright idk i’m a little tired so it’s probably a little out of character. sage probably isn’t that loud but i think it was trying to be the dynamic of “oh, we’re not dating” when they kiss every sunday at 5 pm by a romantic river scene

he’s a character who is, at his very core, horrible and bad. he is portrayed in a way i DESPISE but i’m too lazy to correct it. his interest in sage actually started with me going “hmm i think platano would draw sage like this” then sauce giving me fun facts about his oc, sage, yea sage is sauce’s oc <3 epic win . so sauce gave me fun facts about sage and i was like “time to doodle these in platanos ‘art style’” when in reality it’s just the mockery of people just getting into an anime art style, with the chin so pointy it could cut a cake

i might reread my old writing from 2018. i gotta agree with the judges for that year i did not write very well

it mightve actually been made in 2017 which would be FUCKIN CRAZY im gonna check rn

yea it was started in 2018. february 14th... huh . finished it completely in june of that year it was 41 pages total and it’s not even double spaced how did i write something without double spacing it

OH MY GOD BOB IS GOING TO HIJACK THIS RANT JUST FOR A LITTLE

so bob is a fluffy little anthro cloud with a grey top hat and bowtie. he is amazing. i love bob. bob is another one of sauce’s character and mangue (mentioned earlier) was made by my friend jamie

(you can always ask for their tumblrs but i’d ask them if its okay to share their tumblrs. i might just look at them and reblog their stuff cuz i like their art!!! maybe jamie posted a drawing she made recently on her blog but tbh i don’t think she would she’s more of a twitter user)

ok so im skimming thru UMG which is the story it stands for “Universe of Magic Gardens” and it was originally made for a prank on ponytown so people would go “what’s UMG” and my friends and i would be like “ur mom gay xDDDDDD” or something like that . horrible but i’m glad i’ve changed from . that.

here’s a bit i actually like AKLJFISJFIO

“What the actual FUCK, Ilkie?!” Arcenciel cringed in fear. “Put it back- it’s too ugly.” He pointed at Platano, whose arms were crossed.

why is it bolded. anyway.

i just saw a part where eau used y’all... water cowboy moments <333 i really need to make refs for all of those old characters. all of my umg-related characters have to be my oldest-living ocs.

i cant believe this is making me genuinely reread my old writing just to go “WJHFSIDAJKSFIOJ WTF????”

some of the lines on it sound like something you would hear on like. a school bus or somethin

looking at umg like “wtf how did i add so much Meat to this writing” bc most of my writing now is mostly quotations to progress the story (like the quickie i wrote earlier. i could add meat to it but im tired lol)

OK THIS IS MORE GENERAL BUT MY FAVORITE THING ABOUT THIS WAS WRITING HAIKUS FOR PORTALS. after you visit a place enough times it’s kind of just an instinct to open a portal there so you don’t have to recite a haiku

uhh ok here’s another bit becuase im feeling like living la vida loca. ur biggest regret should be “can you tell me about him” by this point bc i’ve written too much to go back now

He landed on his face once he was outside of the hat. Meko quickly walked over to the guest room, opened the Portals for Dummies book, and flipped to a page. It looked devious.

“Banana, mango,

Each tasting amazingly.

A taste of evil.”

Meko did the dance on the page, it consisted of something that looks like it’s from an anime. A portal opened, the familiar scent of bananas and mangoes coming from it. With some hesitation, Meko stepped in. He quickly made it so only his head peeked in.

it wasnt bolded this time but i like it bolded. ok i understand how i added meat it was just shitty expired meat ALKFSJSHDAIUJKFEIODSJAK . it wasnt even that much meat DAMN. it just looked like more.

actually that’s all i will write. i could do more w platano but yea at his base he is a blonde twink who kills people because he wanted a manga but now he’s friends with a dictator. woo! wow. amazing character writing. i cant wait to get motivation to rewrite everything and make platano a good villain (he will still be very interested in anime sadly. idk why around that time i liked making characters who were obsessed with anime i didn’t even watch it much myself. i think it was because i wanted to put capes on them)

#I REALLY WENT SLIGHTLY OFF-TOPIC #like i went broader then refocused in at the end #so if you want the basics its just. right at the end #my brain's out of work mode now it's going into the deepfry machine #melon-official

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mx-sfthrs · 5 years

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kihyun when your kid has a bad dream

strap in lads im back on my bullshit okay it's 1am and my baby fever is in FULL SWING okay here i go

mkAy so imagine this : you and ki are in bed, not asleep yet but you aren't talking to each other anymore so almost there

i mean it's been a long and and you can almost feel the sleep take u but all of a sudden you think you hear crying

"kihyun?" "hmm" "do you hear that?"

my dude is almost gone so honestly he didnt even know what you said

"huh?"

"do you hear crying?"

you both sat up on your elbows and saw your two year old son standing in the doorway with one of his stuffed animals, sniffles and all

kihyun's Dad Mode ™ is activated now he is Awake

"oh baby...." he flips the covers off of him and quickly shuffles over to your toddler with his back hunched over and his arms stretched out

he picks him up and immediately your son full on clings to him koala style

ki puts his hand on the back of kid's head and gently bounces him on the way back into the bed to try and calm him down

on the way back he looks over the boy and talks to you with his eyes

'what's this about?'

'your guess is as good as mine ....'

he sits down on the edge of the bed, you sit up as well and turn the bedside lamp on

you lean over and feel his forehead, thankfully he doesn't feel like he has a fever or anything

kihyun slowly tries to peel him off his shoulder a little bit but it doesn't really work, little dude is clinging on for Dear Life

so he goes back to rubbing his back and talks in a whisper

"hey buddy, did you have a bad dream?"

sport responds with a sleepy whimper and nod of his head that means yes in scared two-year-old

"i'm sorry" he kisses the side of his head "do you want to stay here with us tonight? i promise you'll be extra safe"

baby boy is still sniffling but seems to like that idea, he nods his head up and down quickly

kihyun maneuvers him so that he's sitting up in between you two as you go in for the save with a tissue poor dude's got snot and tears everywhere

including all over kihyun's tshirt but he doesnt seem to mind

you can tell little man is already sleepy again so you and ki get back under the covers and you turn the lamp off

kihyun kisses you both on the head and says goodnight

you and champ fall asleep with kihyun's arm splayed over your chests, protacting you both from bad dreams

#monsta x #kihyun #fluff #imagine #headcannon #girlbebe #neutralbebe

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heycasbutt · 5 years

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From the Beginning

A/N: This is my first attempt at Dom MGG, requested by @princesswagger15, and also i decided to try my hand at it since my Dom Spence fic was so well received. i was hesitant about this one, but I really honest to God hope you love it as much as I do. This one focuses on ageplay, and it’s more of a Daddy Dom/Little Girl type situation. It was inspired by @dontshootmespence ‘s Long Shot Series-which is amazing and every one of you should check it out.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Age Play. No actual sex occurs in this one, but there is some fingering and spanking so don’t say i didn’t warn you.

Enjoy!!!

You had become enamored with Matthew since he walked into the coffee shop where you worked when you were 16. He came in daily that summer and always ordered the same thing. A large black coffee, and a blueberry scone. By the third day you had his order memorized and had it waiting for him.

It was 2 years before he officially asked you on a date. You had grown close during your encounters at the coffee shop. You’d sit with him during your breaks and talk about classic literature. Chaucer, Jane Austen, Edgar Allen Poe, Ray Bradbury-your personal favorite. Being nearly 18 years your senior, Matthew was hesitant to pursue a relationship with you, and you understood. So you told him to wait till your 18th birthday, then you’d be in the clear. Nothing to worry about. So he did just that. Technically he took you on your first real date the night before your 18th birthday, but he didn’t kiss you until he took you home just after midnight. 3 days later you graduated from high school and he asked you to be his girlfriend to which you wholeheartedly accepted. He took you to dinner again that night and later you made love for the first time in his living room.

At 19, you were moved in with Matthew, content in life, and almost done with your sophomore year of college. Matthew insisted you let him put you through and you vehemently rejected having saved every penny you could since you were 5-in addition to getting a small scholarship that put you through your freshman year. But of course, he couldn’t listen and you found that out when your first bill arrived for your sophomore year and said your semester’s tuition had been paid in full. You called the school wondering who had paid it and the sweet lady on the other line, her name was Tanya told you your husband had done it. You thanked her and hung up the phone, stalking across the house to find the offending figure of Matthew. When you found him, he was sitting in the garden, reading a book, a picnic laid out in front of him.

“What’s this?” You asked coming to sit by him. He just smiled and pulled you close.

“Shemar once told me that it takes about 3-5 business days to fall in love. Anything faster than that is faster than Amazon Prime and that’s just unrealistic. But I knew I loved you from the first day I met you in that coffee shop. I knew that my life had come full circle and was complete when I took you on that first date and kissed you. I knew that I loved you when I watched you graduate and then we made love that night, the first night of many thank God!” Matthew chuckled softly. He produced a small box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a simplistic but gorgeous engagement ring. You gasped softly and before Matthew could even ask you to marry him, you had pinned him to the ground and began kissing him hungrily.

“I take that as a yes?” Matthew laughed and kissed you again sliding the ring on your finger. You nodded with another smile as Matthew stood up and carried you into the house.

You eloped 3 weeks later at a courthouse in Pasadena. Shemar and A.J. were the only ones there to witness the ceremony. Your parents had all but disowned you after finding out you were dating someone nearly old enough to be your father and Matthew’s parents were of the same mindset, not too happy their boy was dating a girl fresh out of high school. But that didn’t stop either of you, You smiled the biggest, dorkiest smile you’d smiled in years when you slid the gold band on Matthew’s finger and officially made him yours.

Now you were 20, a Gubler, and happier than you had been in your whole life. It was quickly approaching your wedding anniversary with Matthew and he was due home any minute. You took extra care to change the bedsheets to the deep burgundy silk ones that Matthew loved. You fluffed all the pillows and covered them in silk pillow cases before placing the large white duvet back on the bed and situating the decorative pillows. You had cleaned every inch of the house, and prepared Matthew’s favorite meal, your grandmother’s lasagna. You still couldn’t legally drink but that didn’t stop Matthew from keeping a few bottles of wine in the house for dinners like these. A red wine you had received as a wedding gift had been chilling in an ice bucket when the lock on the front door sounded and your favorite person in the universe stepped through.

“Hey you,” Matthew muttered against your lips as he kissed you over and over again. He had only been gone a week, but Skyping just wasn’t as good as having the real thing.

You ran your hands through his hair and smiled as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. You peppered kisses along his neck and popped open the top two buttons on his shirt.

“Much better,” You cooed in his ear as he slowly backed you against the wall.

“Dinner will get cold,” You reminded him as you tugged on his hair. His stomach growled loudly and you both laughed rather loudly at the interruption.

“Let’s eat then. I want to talk to you about something,” Matthew said releasing you from his grip. You made your way into the kitchen and spooned up some of the hot food for Matthew and yourself. Pouring you both a glass of wine, you sat at the small kitchen table.

“Alright. Go for it, Matthew,” you smiled as you took a small bite of food.

“So, you know how I’m nearly 18 years older than you?” Matthew smirked taking a sip of wine and leaning back.

“Yes...” You replied tentatively.

“So I was doing some research and reading on the flight home and I thought maybe we could try something in the bedroom,” Matthew looked down shyly and your mind started spinning with all the possibilities.

“What is it?” You asked walking around the table and sitting on his lap. The food long forgotten now.

“I was thinking how sexy it would be if you were my little girl” He kissed your shoulder “And I was your daddy..” Matthew trailed kisses up to your neck and began sucking softly eliciting a delicious moan from deep inside you.

“Oh daddy, I’d love that,” You groaned again, gripping his knee. His hands traveled up to your breasts and kneaded them gently.

“Now, while daddy has been gone, have you been a good girl? Have you touched your sweet little pussy and thought about daddy?” Matthew cooed in your ear. You felt all the blood pool in your nether regions and you thought you were going to explode.

“Yes daddy. Every night. I missed your hard, thick cock thrusting in and out of me making me scream,” You moaned breathlessly. One of Matthew’s hands had made its way up your skirt and he was lazily circling your clit. Your breath hitched in your throat and a low guttural moan came forth.

“Well, the rules are going to change my sweet baby girl,” Matthew said picking you up and carrying you bridal style to the bedroom. You squealed in anticipation of what was to come.

He laid you softly on to the large bed and kissed down to the swell of your breasts.

“God you’re gorgeous,” Matthew moaned as he slid your shirt and bra off, his lips attaching to one peaked nipple. You moaned and knotted your fingers in his delicious locks.

“Let go,” Matthew cautioned as he lightly dragged the tip of his tongue between the valley of your breasts.

“But daddy...” You moaned and bucked your hips against him. He pinned your hips to the bed and got closer, a fire flickered behind his eyes.

“I said. No. You are my sweet little girl and my naughty little slut and you do what daddy tells you to do when daddy tells you to do it. Do I make myself fucking clear?” He growled and nipped at your ear. You groaned as he enveloped your lips in a heated sensual kiss.

“Oh yes,” You groaned in his ear, desperate for any sort of friction between your legs. As quick as the words escaped your lips, Matthew had pulled you upright and grabbed your ass.

“What the fuck did you say?” He whispered low and huskily to you. You knew what would happen if you lied but you took your chances anyways.

“Oh yes,” You repeated more breathily and sensuous than before. Before you could see the reaction on Matthew’s face, a hand came and whacked you on the ass. You squealed and then let out a small moan.

“Do you like that? Do you like when Daddy punishes you for being the naughty girl that you are?” Matthew crooned into your ear, his sex voice always sent pleasurable shivers up your spine.

“Y-Yes Daddy,” A loud moan escaped your lips as Matthew pushed you onto all fours and slid 2 long fingers into your slick center.

“Good girl, you’re so wet. Is that all for Daddy, hmm?” Matthew trailed a finger down your spine, making you shiver. You arched your back into him and grunted in reply.

“I didn’t hear that, girl,” Matthew commanded, slapping your ass again. The sensation sending you face first onto the bed. You were flipped over onto your back and Matthew kissed and nipped along your collarbone as he slid 2 fingers back into you and rubbed your clit with his thumb.

“Yes Daddy, it’s all for you,” You whined softly and reached for Matthew’s head to push him further down your body.

“That’s more like it. Are you going to come for daddy?” Matthew growled in your ear and shoved his fingers deeper inside you. His thumb rubbed feverishly on your clit, you could feel the ecstasy building within you and you cried out in pleasure. Matthew groaned and sucked roughly on your hardened nipple. Your walls clenched around his fingers as you rode out the first waves of your orgasm.

“Oh my fuck, Matthew!” You cried and buried your fingers in his hair. Your orgasm slowly subsided and Matthew tenderly pulled his fingers out of your center. Making eye contact with you, he sucked the remnants of your ecstasy from his fingers.

“You’re such a fucking slut. But, you’re my slut, understand,” Matthew whispered into your ear and then kissed you softly.

“Yes, Daddy,” You nodded with a smile and kissed him again. Pulling away slightly, you pursed your lips in thought, “But, can we make love now? Just as Matthew and Y/N?” You asked innocently, as you scraped your nails up his still clothed chest.

“No,” Matthew said firmly and got up walking into the en suite.

“But-“You called after him.

“Patience my little girl. Good things come to those who wait,” Matthew said coming to stand in the doorway of the bathroom, his shirt hanging open.

The ever elusive ‘They’ always said Patience is a virtue, but tonight, you weren’t feeling like such a virtuous woman.

#criminal minds fandom #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds #spencer reid #SR #reid x reader #Matthew Gray Gubler #mgg x reader #mgg #spencer reid fanfiction #Matthew Gray Gubler Fanfiction

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paigenotblank · 5 years

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Accidentally Ours (3/7)

Pairing: Tenth Doctor x Rose Tyler

Rating: Teen

Written for a prompt for Ten x Rose kid fic/family fic where they adopt kids left orphans that they meet on their travels / and also a prompt for Ten x Rose with a mix of adopted and biological kids (@tinyconfusion). Tagging @doctorroseprompts and @timepetalscollective which I think both had those prompts.

Trope: Accidental Baby Acquisition

Warnings: Kid Fic/ Baby Fic/ Pregnancy Fic

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7

AO3 / TS

Jackie had just finished setting the table when she heard the sound of the TARDIS materializing in Rose’s old bedroom. The Doctor stepped into the lounge carrying Melody against his chest and Rose was laughing at something that he’d said.

Jackie’s breath caught. She had never seen her daughter so happy and it was all thanks to that daft alien and the little girl he’d brought into their lives. Jackie could only pray that when they had to give the little girl back, the Doctor would help Rose get through it. And maybe one day, they’d have one of their own.

Rose waved and headed for the kitchen. “Hey, Mum. I’ll be right back.” She threw a grin over her shoulder and winked at the Doctor. His eyes softened and Jackie could see his love for Rose plain as day. She suspected she was worrying for nothing. If there is one thing she trusted, it was that the Doctor would always take care of Rose. She wiped at her eyes and plastered on her own smile. She cooed at Melody. “Oh, look how big she’s got. How old is she now?”

The Doctor lifted little Melody out of the carrier and handed her to Jackie. “17 weeks, 4 days, and completely brilliant. I'm sure she’ll be an early talker. She’s quite the babbler, she is.”

Jackie snorted. “Gets that from you.”

“Jackie…” The Doctor rubbed the back of his neck.

Jackie rolled her eyes. “Just meant that babies mimic an’ if she’s babbling up a storm, it's because she’s imitatin’ you, ya plum. You could talk for England you could.”

“Oh, right.” The smile that broke out over the Doctor’s face tugged at Jackie’s heart. “Suppose she is.”

“Still callin’ you ‘Not-Mum?’”

He released a weary sigh. “Yeah. I think she’s doing it on purpose at this point.”

Jackie kissed Melody’s cheek. “Speakin’ of, where’d your mummy get to? Rose!”

Rose came out of the kitchen with three mugs of tea. “Sorry, Mum.” She pecked her mother on the cheek. “I made us cuppas.” Rose put the tea down on the coffee table and went to take the baby from Jackie. “Time for her feeding.”

Jackie held Melody tighter. “Oh, let me, Rose.”

Rose pulled a baby bottle out of the Doctor’s coat pocket. He warmed it up with the sonic and handed it to Jackie. “All yours.”

Rose picked up two of the mugs and handed one to the Doctor. He opened his arm to her and she snuggled into his side resting her head on his shoulder.

Jackie glanced at the two of them. “So you two got yourselves sorted then?”

“Mum!” “Yup!”

Rose looked at the Doctor in surprise, but it turned quickly to joy, and she nodded at her mum. “Yeah. We’re takin’ it slow, but...we’re officially together now.” Jackie noticed Rose’s light blush immediately.

“Well, if you two ever want a date night, I’m more than happy to watched her for you.”

Rose sat up. “What?”

“You heard me. I bet you two haven’t spent any time together, just the two of you.”

The Doctor tugged his ear. “Well, not…I mean when Melody’s napping or sleeping, but-”

“It’s the key to a healthy relationship.”

“When did you turn into ‘Ask Irma?’”

“Oh, hush. Bev’s got a subscription to Glamour. But it’s true. I remember what it was like, bein’ in a new relationship.”

The Doctor snorted. “What all of last year?”

Jackie narrowed her eyes and glared at him.

Rose swatted his chest. “Doctor! Rude.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, Jackie. How is Howard?”

“Still asking about his dressing gown.”

“Oh, erm, I’ll buy him a new one.”

Jackie rolled her eyes. “Nah. Was just kidding. I’m not seeing Howard anymore.”

Rose sat up in surprise. “Mum, you never said anything. What happened?”

“Nothing, sweetheart. Just one of those things.”

“Are-”

“Would you look at that? There’s still an hour ‘til dinner’s ready.” Jackie stood with the baby and began rubbing her back. “Why don’t the two of you go off on that date now?”

Rose looked at her mother in concern. “Now?”

“This little one’ll be ready for a nap soon and I don’t need that…” She nodded in the Doctor’s direction. “...one underfoot while I try an’ get everything on the table. You just make sure you get back in time. One hour, not next year.”

The Doctor whined, “It was one time.”

“All I’m saying is there better not be a second time.”

“There won’t be, Jackie.”

“Good.” Jackie nodded and Rose stared at her mother with her mouth hanging open. Jackie’s eyes narrowed at her daughter. “What?”

Rose shrugged. “Nothin’ just didn’t think you’d be that quick to believe ‘im is all.”

“Well, the last couple of months he’s been spot on in getting you here exactly when you said. An’ besides you’re the one that said it was the ship more ‘an anything. Would that crazy box do that to you two or Mel?”

“No. She wouldn’t.” She looked at the Doctor in anticipation and bit her lip. “You really want us to go now? It wasn’t just to stop me from prying about-”

Jackie sighed. “Just get back by dinner before I change my mind.”

“Thanks Mum!“ Rose hugged her mother and then rushed toward the TARDIS dragging the Doctor behind her.

The Doctor tapped his sock covered foot on the thin bench and let out a weary sigh. He shifted but his shackled wrist didn’t allow for too much movement. He pulled his knee closer and once again thought about all the ways he’d mucked up his and Rose’s first date. Okay, well, maybe it wasn’t their first date, since he’d been pretty much wooing her since they’d met. First official date as a proper couple. Well. It wasn’t even that as they’d been tons of places with Melody these past few months. First official date as a proper couple without a 17-week old chaperone. There. That’s what he’d ruined. He’d wanted to impress her and instead-

The slide of his cell door had the Doctor looking over his shoulder. “Rose!”

Rose leaned against the opening with her arms crossed and her lips twitching. She took in his slightly rumpled form. He was shoeless, tieless, coat and jacketless. His shirtsleeves were rolled up to his elbows and a thick, black-metal band around one of his wrists was tethered to the wall by an equally thick, black-metal chain. “You jus’ had to lick it.”

The Doctor stood up and faced her. He took a step forward. “How’d-” The chain attached to his arm pulled taut and he looked down as if he’d forgotten it was there.

Rose sighed and moved into the cell. She pulled the Doctor’s sonic out of her back pocket and opened the shackles to free him. He picked her up and lifted her off her feet with a big hug. Her laughter had him grinning. “Put me down, ya plum, we’ve gotta go.”

“But how?” The Doctor glanced nervously toward the corridor where he could just now see a guard standing sentinel.

“I negotiated your release.” Rose pointed down and wiggled her toes - her toes which he could see moving, because she also had shoeless feet.

“What? Where’re your shoes?”

Rose rolled her eyes. “Luckily on this planet rubber soles are a hot commodity. Between mine and yours, I-”

He squeaked, “My chucks?”

“Like you don’t have 37 pairs of ‘em in all different colors sittin’ in the wardrobe room, 12 of which are identical to the ones I used to get you released. From prison.”

The Doctor rubbed the back of his neck “Right, yes, of course, molto bene.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you. Really.”

Her heart skipped a beat at his crooked little grin. She laced their fingers together and led him from the cell. “At least I was able to get your coat and jacket back.”

The Doctor noticed them folded up in the guard’s arms and he grabbed his coat excitedly. “Top banana!” He shook it out and slipped his arms into it. “I love this coat. Did I ever tell you Janis Joplin gave me this coat?” The Doctor swung his arm over Rose’s shoulder and pulled her close. She shook her head and took his jacket from the guard as the Doctor started leading her down the hallway and out of the building. “It was 1969 in a tiny little town in upstate New York. White Lake, I think. Janis was organizing a game of poker in the lobby of a little ramshackle hotel and they needed another player.”

“An’ what were you doin’ in at a hotel in White Lake, New York?”

“Woodstock! I, er, just landed a few miles off course is all.”

Rose snorted. “That sounds about right.”

“Oi!”

“So poker…” Rose smiled with a hint of tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth. His eyes zeroed in on it.

The Doctor blinked a few times. “Huh?”

Rose cuddled into the Doctor’s side. “You were tellin’ me about how you got your coat.”

“Oh! Right. So, the TARDIS got the coordinates a little wrong for-”

“The TARDIS, huh?”

“The TARDIS got the coordinates wrong for Woodstock and I walked into this hotel where I could hear music playing. On a long couch in reception were three blokes playing guitars.” The Doctor rubbed his chin. “Not sure were Neil Young was.”

“Neil Young?”

“Hmm? Oh, he’d joined the band by then, but I only saw David, Stephen, and Graham.” At Rose’s blank look he added, “Crosby, Stills, and Nash.”

“Crosby, Stills, and Nash were playing a live concert at the hotel where you played poker with Janis Joplin?”

“Well, they weren’t performing so much as...practicing, or, er, jamming. Grooving?”

She laughed. “Only you, Doctor.”

“Anyway, in I walk and immediately Janis asks if I know how to play poker. I mean can you imagine, me not knowing how to-”

“Doctor.”

“So I join the game, but she looks at me and tells me she wasn’t drunk enough to deal with my outfit.”

“Your outfit?”

“It was my sixth incarnation and my style was a little...erm, brighter, shall we say?”

Rose slowed, the Doctor could almost see the wheels of her mind turning as she made connections, and then she bent over laughing. “The...the patchwork jacket...in the wardrobe room! You were wearing that weren’t you?”

The Doctor crossed his arms and pouted. “It’s not that funny.”

Rose wiped tears from her eyes. “She made you cover up didn’t she?”

The Doctor nodded once. And Rose broke out into giggles again.

“Rose!”

“Sorry. Sorry, but-”

“Her guitarist, nice bloke, Sam something or other, gave Janis his coat and she made me put it on. Told me to keep it.”

Rose rubbed the Doctor’s arm and they continued on to the TARDIS. “Well, I’m glad she did. It’s a great coat.”

“It is, isn’t it?”

“Mmhmm.”

The walked in silence until they finally made it back to the timeship. “Let’s go back to Mum’s. I’m starving.”

“I feel terrible for ruining our date. Chips and try again?”

“Sure. Sounds great.”

The Doctor kissed Rose soundly and then dashed to the console and danced around it, taking them into the vortex.

Rose and the Doctor meandered through sandstone arches and towering columns while munching on the hot, salty chips they’d picked up from their favorite chippy in the universe - the one right down the road from Jackie’s flat. He’d had to take them to 1974 so as not to run into her accidentally before enacting the rest of their date do-over.

They were happy to walk in silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence, and looking up at the soaring rock formations all around them.

The Doctor happily popped a greasy, fried potato into his mouth. “How’s this for a redo?”

Rose’s gaze narrowed in on the large, stingray-like creatures flying through the air above them. “You sure we’re not gonna have to make a run for it?”

“Nah, they’re not interested in us. They only eat bugs. Well, I say ‘bugs,’ but I really mean…,” the Doctor trailed off as he looked at Rose, distracted by the play of yellow, orange, and pink light over her face. It took his breath away, how stunning she was, eclipsing even the sunset that had just begun painting the sky. Really that was the reason he’d brought her here - known to have the most beautiful sunsets in the galaxy - and yet it paled in comparison to her.

Rose stopped and, seeing him slack-jawed, waited. “Bugs,” she prompted.

The Doctor snagged the last chip and took the empty paper cone from Rose’s hand, crumpling it and shoving it into his pocket.

“Oi!”

He rested his hands on her shoulders and peered intently into her eyes. “You know I love you, right?”

Her eyes grew round and she opened her mouth to answer, but the words were stuck in her throat.

“Rose?”

“Y-yeah, I know. I mean, you show me in so many ways. Everyday. It’s just sometimes I’d convinced myself- But I did...do know. Have to say...it’s incredibly nice to hear, though.”

“I love you,” and with that pronouncement, he gently cupped the back of her head and slowly lowered his lips to hers. She sighed into his mouth. After a few moments he pulled away and confessed, “Have done for a long time.”

She blinked at him a few times. “I love you, too.” A soft smile spread over her lips. “I have since about, oh, ‘forget me, Rose Tyler,’” she imitated his old accent.

“What?”

Her smile widened. “You know how to make an impression on a girl.”

“But you turned me down, the first time I asked you to come with me.”

“Not because I didn’t want to. I was just afraid by how much I did want to. I regretted saying, ‘no,’ immediately. Why do you think I ran to the TARDIS when you got back? I was so worried you’d disappear again.”

“I...I didn’t know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No. No regrets. You did come with me, and that’s the important thing.” He took her hand and started walking back toward the TARDIS. “I never dreamed...after the war, I just never dreamed…”

She squeezed his hand. Just minutes ago, she’d felt so tiny walking in the shadows of the lofty cliffs that made up the majority of the planet’s surface, but with the Doctor’s love in her heart, she felt like she could soar among the gliding giants in the sky.

They stopped near the TARDIS and watched the last rays of the sun before it dropped below the horizon. He pushed his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. He exuded an air of nonchalance, but Rose knew him better than that. She watched as as he opened his mouth to ask her a question, but paused to take a deep breath. She affected the same casualness, and waited. She didn’t need to wait long.

“How long are you going to stay with me?”

Rose glanced at him and when he swung his head to look at her, she smiled and replied, “Forever.”

His answering grin had her blushing. She pulled his hand from his pocket and entwined their fingers, running her thumb along his.

“Then I’ll love you forever and a day.” He pulled her to his side and kissed her crown.

The Doctor abruptly released her and pulled her into the TARDIS.

Rose leaned back against the doors and watched as he frenziedly spun around the console to put them into the vortex.

Rose pushed off the door and sauntered up to the Doctor. He quirked his eyebrow at her.

She just smiled and ran her hand down his tie.

“I just vowed to stay with you forever.”

The Doctor swallowed thickly and nodded. “Yeah.”

Rose lifted her hand to the back of his neck and played with the short hairs at his nape. “And you vowed to love me for just as long.”

His lips twitched. “I did. I will.”

“Yeah?”

He pulled her body closer to his. “Are...are those the vows you wanted to hear?” He could see the hope in her eyes and feel her single human heart pounding against his chest. “Because I do, Rose. I. Do.”

Rose took a shaky breath. “Y-you know what we do on Earth after vows like that?”

“What?”

“Seal it with a kiss.” She was pulling him down before she even finished her sentence.

As soon as their lips met, there was a burst of passion and a flurry of hands pulling at clothes. They stumbled out of the control room and the Doctor thanked the TARDIS for moving his room to right off the corridor. He pushed Rose against the door as he fumbled with the handle. Her hands were everywhere, distracting him. Weren’t humans supposed to only have two? She managed to pull off his tie, unbutton his oxford, unzip his trousers and have him in hand in the blink of an eye.

He panted into her shoulder. What good was a respiratory bypass if it doesn’t kick in when he needs it? He moved one hand to her breast - the other was still trying to get the door open - and nibbled her neck. Finally, the door swung open and he grabbed Rose before she could tumble backwards. He swept her into his arms and kicked the door closed behind them.

It was quite some time before they made it back to Jackie’s.

Jackie looked Rose and the Doctor up and down when they got back to the flat and shook her head.

The Doctor glanced at Rose and then back to Jackie. “What? We made it back on time. Didn't we?”

Jackie snorted. “Jus’ thought the two of you’d go out on a proper date somewhere like a movie or a museum. I shoulda figured.”

Rose glanced from her mum to the Doctor and back again. “We did go on a date.”

Jackie snorted. The Doctor glared at her. “Who’s to say we didn’t?”

Jackie raised her eyebrow at her daughter.

“We did!”

“That why himself is wearin’ a different shirt and tie?”

“What? I...it's...we could've come across a jxploric spitting Helipontu and that’s why I needed to change.” The Doctor crossed his arms.

Jackie handed Melody off to the Doctor. “Mmhmm. An’ is that how Rose got a hickey too?”

Rose gasped and grabbed her neck while the Doctor sputtered, both of them blushing furiously.

“Hope you built up an appetite, dinner’s ready.”

After dinner, Jackie walked with the Doctor, Rose, and Melody back to Rose’s old room where the TARDIS was parked. “Oh! I forgot. Look at what we practiced.” She got Melody’s attention from her place in the Doctor’s arms. She pointed at Rose. “Who’s that?”

The baby gurgled happily, and the Doctor smiled. “Mummy. Very good Melly Belly.” He looked at Jackie. “She’s been calling Rose, ‘Mum,’ since the beginning.”

“Jus’ wait.” She pointed to herself. “And what’s my name?”

Melody babbled. The Doctor translated, “Nan. Well done, sweetheart.”

Jackie tapped the Doctor’s sleeve. “And who’s this?”

Melody giggled and the Doctor’s smile tightened. “Not-Mum.” She giggled again and the Doctor looked at Jackie in shock. “Dada. She said, ‘Dada!’”

The Doctor whooped and lifted Melody in the air. She squealed in delight and when he brought her back down, he gave her big, exaggerated kisses all over her face causing her to belly laugh.

The Doctor asked Jackie, “How?”

“I had a nice little chat with our girl.”

“But how’d you know she would? You don’t speak baby.”

Jackie’s only response was a smug grin.

He impulsively wrapped Jackie in a one armed hug, Melody babbling between them, and whispered, “Thank you.”

When he pulled away, he had glassy eyes, but the brightest smile she’d ever seen on him.

Rose was fighting her own tears. And so was Jackie, truth be told.

“I expect to see you three back here next Sunday.”

Rose kissed her mum on the cheek. “Of course.”

The Doctor walked his little family into the TARDIS and Jackie stood watching until it faded away.

#ten x rose #jackie tyler #original child character #doctorroseprompts #doctor who #accidental baby aquisition #emotional hurt/comfort #developing relationship

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Extra Credit (Part 9)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 5.5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Little bit of a warning. From here on out, this story is going to be getting more explicit so sorry if you’re not a big fan of that.

The first thing Richie did after he had another drink was find Stan and ‘apologize’. Which basically just consisted of Richie following him around and bugging him until he eventually started talking again. By the time Richie had successfully bothered Stan into talking, he was about four or five drinks in and was pretty sure Stan had only given in because he didn’t want a drunk Richie following him around and telling him not to be salty.

At around twelve, Richie drunkenly said bye to Bev and Ben and with the help of Stan made it back to Stan’s car.

“God Rich, you’re like a giant two year old.” Stan ground out, pushing on Richie’s head to maneuver him into the passenger seat. Once Richie was actually in the seat, Stan headed back into the building to grab his and Richie’s jackets and properly say goodbye to everyone.

Richie had tried to follow him but Stan had locked the door and in his drunken state Richie couldn’t figure out how to get it unlocked. Eventually he gave up on trying to pry the latch open and dug in his pockets for his phone.

He had three new messages, two from Eddie, and one from Bev. The one from Bev was from less than a minute ago so Richie opened that one.

Beverly Hills: Don’t text ‘you know who’ around Stan and don’t do anything stupid tonight.

Richie scoffed down at his phone. What was she talking about, he never did anything stupid. With that thought in mind, Richie left the conversation with Bev and opened the new messages he had gotten from Eddie though out the night. Both had been from about an hour ago.

Little one: Studying is so boring.

Little one: Text me when you get home.

Richie smiled down at his phone. Bev had told him not to text Eddie when Stan was around, and Stan was currently nowhere in sight as he typed out a message.

‘Just headinig home now’

Richie turned from his phone when the driver’s side door was pulled open. He locked his phone just as a jacket come flying at his face.

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Richie woke up tangled in his bedsheets, a pillow thrown over his face, and a massive headache. He slowly sat up in bed and squinted at the light that came in through the window beside his bed. His blanket slid down his arms as he shifted but he immediately grabbed the blanket again and wrapped it around his shoulders when the cold morning air hit his bare chest. Sometime before he had fallen asleep he has changed into his pajama bottoms. He took a minute to take in his surroundings.

His bed was a complete mess, with half of his comforter on the floor and pillows thrown everywhere. A half empty bottle of water was on his bedside table. He reached over and chugged what was left as he looked around for his phone.

He eventually found it under one of his pillows but when he went to turn it on the dead battery sign popped up.

“Fucking great.” He mumbled as he leaned over the side of his bed to grab the phone charger. He plugged in the phone and then stood from the bed, keeping the blanket wrapped around himself as he made his way into the kitchen. Coffee on mornings after a lot of drinking were one of Richie’s favorite hangover cures.

When he got to the cupboard where he normally kept the instant coffee, he reached up and grabbed the box.

“Come fucking on.” Richie dropped the empty box on the counter and stomped over to his closet. Grabbing a pullover hoodie, his wallet, glasses, and keys to his house, Richie left his place and headed for the coffee shop across from his building.

The few strange looks he got as he crossed the street were a lot less then he was expecting to get with the way he looked.

As if Ninja turtle’s pajamas and an old hoodie with ‘your mom’ printed on the front in fancy handwriting wasn’t quite enough. Richie caught a glimpse of himself in a parked car window and his already naturally messy hair was a complete disaster. All he was missing was a bright pair of crocks and Richie was pretty sure he would make it on the cover of ‘People of Walmart’ easily.

The barista gave in a slightly confused look before going back to the weirdly cheery persona that all people that served coffee seemed to be required to have.

With a large coffee and a chocolate muffin in hand, Richie crossed the street back to his building. He had spent enough time looking like the neighborhood crazy person for one day.

Once he was back at his place, he headed straight back to his bed to curl up and try not to slowly die. It took him about twenty minutes to finish his breakfast and start to feel like an actual human again. After he took his last sip of coffee he reached over and grabbed his phone, holding the button and waiting for it to turn on.

It was then that Richie got the first snip bit of memory from the night before.

He had been talking to Eddie right?

Oh god. what had he said to Eddie that night.

As soon as the phone booted up, Richie immediately went into his messages to assess the damages. To his surprise, he hadn’t actually said anything that bad, though text at least. The only text that he had sent that alarmed him was one that he had sent at around one that said

‘Im goin calll you’

Richie opened the phone app and wanted to throw his phone and then himself out the window.

He facetimed Eddie at one in the morning…for almost an hour… and he didn’t remember anything he had said or done during it.

Putting the small heart attack that he was currently going through on pause, Richie opened the other concerning app. He had two unopened snaps. One from Bev and one from Eddie.

A little nervous to see what Eddie had sent, Richie opened Bev’s first. it was a picture of Bev’s open fridge. ‘look what you did…” Was typed out across the top.

It took Richie a second to see what was wrong and he laughed when he realized what she was talking about. Everything in the fridge had been flipped upside down. various jars and containers were carefully balanced and it seemed Richie had flipped everything.

He took a picture of himself with his hand covering half his face and said that he would come over later and fix it.

With nothing else to procrastinate with, Richie clicked on Eddie’s name and watched the picture pop up. it was from 2:50 and it was a selfie of Eddie lying in bed. He looked like he was spread out across the bed and with the ample amount of neck and chest exposed, it was a pretty safe bet to make that he was at least shirtless. The smile that stretched out on his face made Richie smile too, until he read the text at the bottom of the picture

“Well that was fun, but you need to go to sleep.”

Oh no.

Well that was probably one of the worst messages Richie could have gotten while trying to see if he had done anything stupid the night before, and it wasn’t that doing stuff with Eddie was particularly stupid (Not to him at least.) but doing stuff drunk and not remembering was.

There was no way he could just text Eddie and ask, that would be extremely embarrassing. And what if it hurt Eddie’s feelings.

Fuck he was an idiot.

After about an hour of pacing and trying to remember what had happened, Richie gave up and decided to try and get some actual work done. He changed into jeans and a less offensive hoodie and left for the university.

It took a little bit but eventually, Richie lost himself in reading students writing. The distraction from his weird love life. Love life? Or would it be sex life? Whatever it was, the distraction was nice and Richie worked for about an hour before getting a snap from the thing he was trying to be distracted from.

He wanted to see what the younger boy had sent but also didn’t. His natural curiosity won out and he opened the snap after taking a second to prepare for any embarrassment that was coming.

It was a selfie of Eddie sitting in a café, Richie was pretty sure it was the place Bill worked but he wasn’t certain. Eddie looked extremely cute that day, but Richie was starting to think that cute was just a permanent state Eddie seemed to stay in.

Eddie had written ‘So bored’ around his face in impressively neat loopy writing for something done on Snapchat.

Richie swiped left on Eddie’s name and opened up their chat history. He cringed when he scrolled up and saw how many snaps had been sent between the two that he had completely no memory of.

The little Eddie bitmoji popped up in the bottom corner, signaling that Eddie was currently looking at the chat, probably waiting for Richie to say something. Not wanting to make it weird, Richie typed out the first thing that came to mind.

‘studying?’

It wasn’t really all that exciting or smooth but Eddie started typing right away so Richie figured it was good enough.

‘Yep. Bill’s working and I already went for my morning run, what are you up to?’

Hmm, Richie didn’t know that Eddie went for runs. But he guessed there was a lot that he didn’t know about the other.

‘Marking papers, real exciting stuff.’

‘Want me to come make it more exciting?’

Richie laughed down at his phone. So whatever he had done last night hadn’t been bad enough that Eddie wanted to call this whole thing off, that was a good start.

‘I don’t know, its pretty boring. And I’ve told you before that it’s hard to get stuff done when you’re around.’

‘Well technically I am your TA this semester so shouldn’t we get used to working together?’

Well he had him there. He thought about it for a few seconds. Eddie was right, if he was going to be helping him mark stuff then they actually did have to work together, unless Richie wanted to be one of those professors that dumps all the marking on the TA and expects them to do everything and that wasn’t really his style.

‘Okay. A318 but if you come here we’re actually working!’

Eddie didn’t send anything back and after waiting a few minutes Richie closed down Snapchat and went back to marking. If Eddie actually showed up he would deal with everything then.

It was another ten minutes until Richie heard the quiet knock on his door. He jumped out of his desk chair and definitely didn’t run over to the door to open it.

Eddie stood on the other side when he pulled the door open, looking as cute as he had in his selfie.

“Well hello there sir, reporting for duty.” Eddie said jokingly, giving a little salute as he stepped closer towards Richie.

Richie moved his hand up to touch him but stopped when he realized that some one could walk down the hallway and see them. Instead he stepped backwards and to the side, gesturing for Eddie to come in. He did and Richie closed the door behind him.

“So this is your office, huh” Eddie was facing away from him at the moment but Richie was pretty sure he was doing that smirk that he did sometimes.

“Yep.” Richie stepped up behind him and put his hand on Eddie’s waist. He reached his other hand past Eddie to the desk and grabbed a small stack of papers.

“And here.” He lightly pushed on Eddie’s side. Eddie easily moved where he was being maneuvered and let his legs give out when the seat of a chair hit his legs. Richie put the papers down in front of him and pressed a light kiss to the side of Eddie’s neck. “Is where you can work.”

Eddie turned and looked up at Richie, confusion mixed with a hint of annoyance passes his face.

“Just highlight, what the student said was the main idea and any other part that you find interesting.” Richie instructed as he rounded the desk and sat back down in his chair. Eddie was still staring over at him, as Richie grabbed a highlighter from his desk and placed it in front of Eddie, laughing. “I told you, if you’re coming up here, we’re working.”

“Yeah I just figured we could do some other stuff before getting to the actual work part.” Eddie mumbled as he put the cap in his mouth and pulled it off of the highlighter.

“Or maybe we could talk about those rules, because you started to yesterday but got a little distracted.” Eddie continued a little louder. The smile on Richie face immediately dropped.

Well it wasn’t going to get any easier the longer he waited.

“Actually Eddie, about last night, um I don’t know if you noticed but I was kinda drunk.”

Eddie cut him off by letting out laugh. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

“Kinda?” He asked though his fingers. Richie rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Yeah. So maybe really drunk. And I don’t really remember what happened last night.” Richie got quieter as he spoke. He probably sounded so dumb. When he looked up Eddie had an amused look on his face, which really wasn’t what Richie had been expecting.

“So, you’re saying you don’t remember anything you did last night?” Eddie asked slowly, sliding forward out of his chair and dragging his fingers against the desk as he rounded it. Richie looked up at him as he came to a stop in front of him.

“You don’t remember any of the things you said to me?” He asked as he leaned down closer to Richie’s ear. Richie could feel his face heating up.

Oh God, there was so many things that he could have said, like the list was literally endless. Not knowing what to say, Richie simply nodded his head.

“Well, I could try to help remind you.” Eddie whispered into Richie’s ear, letting his lips lightly touch Richie’s neck, in almost the same place as Richie had earlier.

“Eddie…” Richie tried to sound authoritative, but the soft sound he made as Eddie kissed across his neck basically destroyed any hope of that.

Attempting to take back some kind of control of the situation, Richie raised his hand up to Eddie’s sides, pulling him closer by the fabric of his shirt.

Eddie took a step forward as he continued to kiss his way to Richie’s lips. When Eddie pressed their lips together, Richie used the grip he already had to pull him down onto his lap. The chair squeaked under them as Eddie settled on Richie’s legs.

Eddie moved his hands to hold Richie’s shoulders as he pressed his tongue against his bottom lip. Eddie hummed contently when Richie deepened the kiss by opening his mouth and basically letting Eddie do whatever he wanted.

While Eddie focused on Richie’s lips, Richie lowered his hands from Eddie’s sides to his outer thighs, shifting him closer so that their chests were touching. When Richie felt his dick press against Eddie’s he dropped his head and let out a quiet moan.

“Fuck Eddie.” Richie whispered, lowering his eye’s to look at Eddie’s lips which were kiss swollen and red. Richie watched as Eddie’s lips spread into a smile and suddenly Eddie was sitting in his lap laughing.

Richie stared up at the younger boy, completely dumbfounded. It was a solid minute before Eddie had stopped laughing enough to talk.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just yesterday, you didn’t do anything bad. You called me at one and wanted to talk about some joke book you had when you were younger and then gave me a thirty-minute house tour of your one room apartment.” Eddie laughed from above Richie, who was staring up at him in complete embarrassment.

“So I didn’t try to send you dirty pictures or anything?” Richie asked.

“Nope, you just asked me to send you selfies and then you’d send back like, three messages about how cute I was.” Eddie smiled and quickly kissed Richie. “It was pretty funny.”

“Oh god, that’s almost worse. I’m so sorry.” Richie hid as much of his face behind his hand as he could.

“It’s fine, like I said, It was pretty funny.” Eddie laughed again as he stepped down from Richie’s lap. He walked back around the table and plopped down in the chair as Richie watched him confused. Eddie started laughing again when he saw Richie’s face.

“You said you wanted to work right?” He asked innocently, as if he hadn’t just been sitting in Richie’s lap.

Richie stared for a few seconds before huffing out a breath and shaking his head, a smile growing on his face.

“Yeah, I did. So you start on that pile and let me know if you need help with anything.” Richie grabbed another highlighter for himself and popped the top off as he looked up and saw Eddie smiling across the table at him before picking up the highlighter Richie had given him earlier and start underlining things on the paper in front of him.

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Elena (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Elena Rating: PG-13 Length: 2000 Warnings: Mild angst, pining, and allusions to sex. Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in 1989, directly after Old Parr. Javier POV. I would recommend re-reading Old Parr before reading this. Summary: Javier spends the evening with his informant.

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Javier tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling as he drew in a drag of smoke. He welcomed the way it burned at the back of his throat, filling his lungs, before he exhaled. He watched the hazy smoke as it billowed in front of him. In the haze of the smoke, it was easy to pretend that the woman laying beside him was someone else.

He still remembered the first time he’d seen Elena at the brothel. One of his other informants — Freckles — had called him over with information. He walked through the backdoor of the house and saw her standing there talking to Freckles. He swore his heart stopped right then and there.

Sure, she wasn’t identical, but there were enough similarities between the two women that he still caught himself doing a double-take. There was something about Elena’s eyes — her smirk and the way she expressed herself. Little mannerisms that reminded him so intimately of her. But Elena’s hair was too dark and her voice was all wrong.

But for an evening, Javier could pretend.

“So,” Elena started, tucking a cigarette between her lips as she leaned forward to light it off of his. “Who is she?” She questioned, drawing in a breath of smoke before exhaling as she laid down on the bed beside him.

“What?”

“I’m not offended, Javi.” She said lightly with a grin, exhaling another breath of smoke as she tilted her head to look at him. “I’m quite comfortable with being a… Oh, what is it called? Ah. A proxy.”

Javier huffed, clenching his cigarette between his lips as he spoke around it. “There isn’t…”

Elena laughed, “Hmm. Well, you certainly said someone’s name.”

His heart clenched in his chest and he looked away from her, his eyes drawn towards the window. “I came here for information. What do you know about the cartel?” He questioned, scratching at the back of his neck.

“So there is someone.” Elena sat up then, tucking her legs beneath her as she turned to face him.

Javier shot her a look, “It’s not like that.” Javier insisted, leaning over to the nightstand to sit his cigarette in the ashtray. He scrubbed his hands over his face, sinking back onto the mattress.

He had almost made a mistake tonight. For a few minutes he’d actually considered it. If Steve hadn’t been there — if things had been just a little different. He would’ve gone home with her. He would’ve happily been her rebound. But Javier knew better than falling into that shit.

How was he supposed to roll into work Monday after that?

“I don’t shit where I eat.” Javier said dryly, his eyes flickering towards Elena as he tucked an arm under his head.

A grin spread over her lips as her brows rose upwards with amusement, “Is Javier Peña in love with his coworker?” She teased as she took another drag from her cigarette.

“No.”

“It’s okay to admit that you’re deluding yourself, Javi.” Elena told him as she exhaled, “It’s not as though I’m going to tell her.” She leaned forward, draping her bare body across him as she reached to put her smoldering cigarette beside his in the ashtray.

Javier groaned quietly, scrubbing his hands over his face as she pulled back. “I care about her, alright? But it’s not like that for her.” He rocked his jaw slowly, grinding his teeth together. “She just got out of a year-long relationship with this CIA guy we’d all been working with.”

“So she has no problem shitting where she eats?” Elena retorted with a smirk. “Sounds promising.”

Javier shook his head, “Nah. It’s not like that.” It wasn’t. “It’s been two years since she started working with us. She’s a good fucking agent. Better than Murphy and I combined.”

“I’m sure that’s easy enough.” Elena teased lightly.

“Don’t.” Javier warned, shaking his head. He couldn’t do the teasing — that was too much like her. The way she’d gently barb him and Steve. He loved that about her. Shit.

Elena sighed and nodded, “Alright.” She reached out and rested her hand on his chest, fingers brushing over his skin lightly. “So why can’t you be with this co-worker of yours?”

Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, “She’s too good for me.” He admitted, looking away again. “You should’ve seen this asshole she was with for a year. He was a real straight-laced, pretty boy. He had that southern charm. He fucking hiked!”

“But she’s not with him anymore.” Elena pointed out. “Who broke up with who?”

He hesitated, “She broke up with him.”

“So clearly that wasn’t what she wanted.” She stretched out on the bed beside him, propping her chin up on his shoulder. “Javier, what do you have to lose? If you care about her—”

He cut her off, “It’s not like that. Alright? I work with her. Every goddamn day.” Javier set his jaw hard. “I’d rather be her friend. I’m not gonna lose that just cause I want to fuck her.” He rested his hand over Elena’s, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. “It’s not worth it.”

Elena hummed softly, “Sounds like she means a lot to you.”

He nodded slowly, dragging his teeth over the inside of his bottom lip. “She’s something else. It’s fucking hilarious too — when they told us this new agent was joining the team, I was fucking pissed. Steve and I had this good thing going, we didn’t need someone cramping our style.” Javier sank back against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling. “But that first day, she just really proved herself. She was fucking remarkable.”

“So these feelings aren’t new?”

“No,” He turned his head to look at Elena, his brows drawn together. “Truth be told, I don’t know what I feel. I just know I care about her.”

“You care about her enough to say her name during sex, Javi”

Javier dragged his hand over his face, sighing heavily as he felt his cheeks burn in response to her words. “Yeah. I guess I do.” He conceded, “But in my defense you…”

“What?” Elena arched a brow, “What about me?”

“You look like her.” He admitted.

“Excuse me?” She let out an incredulous laugh. “You’re joking, Javi.”

He pinched at the bridge of his nose, sighing heavily. “It’s not a perfect match, but…” Javier lifted her hand off his chest, moving to get out of the bed and find his jeans where they were discarded on the floor.

“You’re going to quickly become my favorite client, Javier.” Elena teased. “This is fascinating.”

Javier snorted, glancing back at her over his shoulder. “Happy to entertain, Elena.” He rolled his eyes as he turned his attention back to his jeans, pulling his wallet out of the back pocket. “This is what she looks like.” He told her, passing her the picture he kept folded into his wallet.

Elena’s brows drew together as she took the picture from him. “Holy shit.”

“Do you see it?”

She laughed, “Yeah, I see you keep a picture of her in your wallet!” She lifted her gaze to meet his, “She’s pretty.”

A faint smile spread over his lips. “Yeah, she is.” The picture had been taken about six months after she’d started working with them. They’d wasted the last picture on the roll just to grab a shot of the three of them on their stakeout. She had her arm slung around his shoulders, leaning into his side while Steve fussed with jumping into the frame before the timer on the camera went off.

Elena held the photo up beside her face, trying to match the expression in the shot. “Well?”

Javier nodded slowly, looking between the two. “It’s not exact, but…” He shrugged his shoulders, reaching out to take the picture back from Elena. He stared down at it, brushing his thumb over her image. “I should’ve told you.”

“I’m not naive, Javier. I don’t believe that anyone fucks me for me.” She gave him an unamused look, before she moved to drape her arms over his shoulders, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. “You’re one of my better clients, as it is.”

He chuckled quietly, curling his fingers around her arms and rubbing his thumbs over her skin. “Still.” Maybe he was old fashioned, but it felt wrong. “You’re sweet, Elena.”

She rested her chin on his shoulder, playing her fingers through his hair. “You’re quite sweet yourself, Javier.” Elena told him. “I’m a little jealous this partner of yours has all you wrapped around her finger and doesn’t even know.”

Javier snorted. “Like I said. I’m not fucking it up with her.” He turned his head and pressed a kiss to Elena’s cheek. “And on that note, perhaps we should discuss what you know…”

Elena pulled away from him. She repositioned herself on the bed, fluffing her hair so it fanned out neatly beneath her as she sank back onto the pillow. She bit down on her bottom lip, humming thoughtfully. “Trading information is a rather dangerous business, Javi… I might need a little more convincing.”

He smirked, “Name your price.”

She ran her thumb over her bottom lip, “Tell me more about this partner of yours.”

“Elena.”

“Who else are you going to talk to about this?” She questioned, batting her lashes at him. “I don’t mind if you pretend I’m her.”

“I’m not going to.” Javier said firmly. “It was a mistake to come here tonight. I almost—“ He hung his head. “I could’ve gone home with her tonight. But I don’t wanna be rebound.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “It would’ve felt predatory. She’s pretending she’s not sad over him, but if you’d seen her… I wasn’t going to take advantage.”

“You’re a good man, Javier.”

“I’m not.”

“If you don’t want to be her rebound, what do you want to be?”

Javier stared at her, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I don’t know.” He admitted. “I just wanna be there for her.”

“Even as just a friend?”

He nodded, “Yeah. I meant what I said. I’m not fucking this up.” As much as he wanted her, he knew better than to pursue something. He wasn’t wired for what she deserved. He’d already prepared himself for her to inevitably end up with Lance for the long run, but… clearly he’d misjudged that.

“She’s lucky to have you then.” Elena said softly. “I hope she realizes how lucky she is.”

“I don’t need her to.” Javier shook his head, chewing on his bottom lip. “I’ll get over it. Whatever this bullshit I feel is.”

“You don’t just get over love, Javier.”

“Yeah, I know.”

And she didn’t feel like the kind of person he could just get over, either. Not when she took up so much space in his brain. Two years and he already defaulted to thinking about conversations he wanted to have with her. What stupid telenovela he’d caught last night.

He’d missed all of that, while Lance had taken up residency in her life. It was a small victory that he’d have more of her back. God, he was a greedy fuck.

Here he was, fucking a hooker because she looked like her, all the whole feeling pride over the fact that she’d dumped her boyfriend.

That alone was why she deserved better than him.

Javier really hoped, whoever she went home with tonight, realized just how lucky he was.

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buriednurbckyrd · 6 years

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Old Flame

This is probably my favorite smut that I’ve ever written, and that’s saying a lot because I’ve written plenty. ***This series is not over, but I have no more fics currently planned. Please feel free to send me requests for this series! I love writing it and I want to continue.

Chapter 2

“You know what I regret about tonight?” Bucky asked her in the elevator on the way to their floor. He was stood behind her with his arms around her waist placing lazy kisses on her neck and shoulders.

“What's that?” She asked, leaning back into his embrace.

“We didn't get to dance.” Y/N sighed wistfully.

“Yeah… I really wanted to have at least one with you. I danced with Steve for a few minutes but that was just a rescue mission.” The doors opened and she lead him out, his arms still around her.

“That punk stole my dance? I'll kill 'im.” She giggled and pulled away, walking over to the record player. She selected a record and set it in, gently placing the needle on the vinyl.

“It's just you and me now, though.” She held out her hand for him as the soft orchestral sounds flowed out. He smiled and took her hand. “And besides, Stevie has nothing on you.” He chuckled and slipped his arm around her, swaying to the music.

“You know what I really liked about tonight?” He murmured. Her scarlet lips curled in a grin.

“What's that?” she replied once again.

“Watching that idiot realize what he lost when he ditched you for the ice queen.” He dipped her dramatically. Y/N let her head fall back and laughed. Bucky nibbled at her exposed neck before pulling her back up. Her eyes sparkled with humor, her face flushed, and her carefully styled hair was slightly mussed. “You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, you know that?”

“Hmm, you've seen a lot of ladies in your time.” She teased.

“None of them were you,” his hand slipped lower to feel the curve of her bottom, still covered by her dress. “None of them had an ass like this.” He said darkly.

“I'm one great ass in a million.”

“One perfect total package in a billion.” He crushed his lips to hers. She grinned against his mouth. When they broke apart slightly breathless Y/N rested her head against his chest, listening to his racing heart.

“What did you mean before?” She asked. Bucky's fingers played with the ends of her hair.

“Hmm?”

“When you said it had nothing to do with the dress?”

“Oh, that. Don't get me wrong, I love the dress, Doll.” He took her hands and stepped back to look at her, a sound between a growl and a groan leaving his throat. “Goddamn do I love you in this dress… But it's the confidence that makes you unbelievably sexy. You look like a fuckin' dream and you know it.” She blushed and turned her face away, smiling. He cupped his metal hand around her cheek, smirking when the cool temperature sent a shiver through her body. “You're a goddess, Y/N...” he whispered. “You deserve to be ravished, to be worshiped.” He walked around her, trailing his fingers over her neck and shoulders.

“Bucky...” She said his name softly, almost like a whine. She could feel him undoing the tiny hooks down the back of her dress, revealing her bare back.

“No bra?” Surprise colored his tone.

“It's all sort of built into the dress.” She replied, letting out a sigh. It felt nice to get out of the slightly restrictive gown.

“Very convenient.” He undid the last hook and helped her step out of the dress. “I had visions of tearing that off of you, but it's too pretty to ruin.” Y/N was left in a pair of midnight blue panties and her heels. Bucky reached around her and cupped her breasts, pulling her flush against his chest. She let her head fall back, his fingers pinched lightly at her nipples. Bucky was still fully dressed, the fabric of his tuxedo felt luxurious against her naked body. “You don't even know what you do to me, do you?” He said quietly, letting his fingers travel lower. She arched her back and pushed her butt against his pelvis, feeling how hard he was in his pants.

“Mmm, I think I have some idea.” Bucky hissed in arousal and his fingers dug into her soft flesh. The dull ache from his grip just excited her more. She turned around and her hand went to his belt before he stopped her.

“Please Y/N, let me worship you tonight.” He pleaded, his eyes dark. He shrugged out of his jacket and pulled at the bow tie until it tore. His shirt went the same way when he grew impatient with all the buttons. She gasped as he tossed the sad scraps aside. “There's something about you Y/N,” he told her. “I want to spend every waking moment touching you.” He was laying her down on their bed, but she wasn't sure when they entered the bedroom.

“Bucky, please...” He traced his lips down her neck.

“'Please' what, Kitten?” He circled one of her nipples with his tongue before closing his lips around it and she cried out. “Do you trust me, Doll?”

“Of course I do.” She replied without hesitation. Bucky moved down her body and nipped at her belly, and she stiffened. He lifted his head and looked up at her. She had crossed her arms over her breasts and her brow furrowed.

“Don't close up on me, sweetheart...” He peppered the skin of her abdomen and thighs with open mouthed kisses. “I want to taste you. I want to feel you tremble.” She was chewing on her bottom lip, but her arms slid back to her sides.

“No one's ever…I just never thought anyone would want to...With me.” She turned her head.

“Look at me,” he ordered gently. “Your body is magnificent. Remember how you felt earlier tonight, done up all pretty.” He began to slowly pull down her panties, lavishing every inch of her with attention as it was reveled. “That confidence, that sparkle in your eyes. I'd say I wish we stayed longer so you really got the chance to show off, but I can't complain too much when I'm between these thighs.” He nuzzled his face against her skin, his rough stubble scratching her in the most delicious way. “Please let me taste you,” he begged. “I'll stop if you get uncomfortable but I just want to try.” He looked up at her, his eyes hazy with lust. Not trusting herself to speak, Y/N nodded and Bucky groaned like a man finding salvation. The flimsy fabric ripped in his fists and he wasted no time diving in with his tongue.

She shuddered when he licked over her clit. The sensation of his mouth on her sex was completely foreign, but not unwelcome. He splayed his human hand over her belly, fingers curling into the soft flesh to keep her from moving too much. If not for his super strength, she would have bucked her hips wildly when two silver digits slid into her heat.

“Oh god, oh fuck.” She whimpered, trying to remember why she hadn't let him do this before. He lapped at her, moaning and sending little vibrations through her body. He curled his fingers inside, searching for her g-spot. When she let out a loud cry and a string of expletives he grinned and pressed against it, rubbing it firmly. Her thighs closed around his face and he knew she was lost in her own pleasure, letting go of any lingering insecurities. He sucked gently at her clit until he could feel her walls start to tighten around his fingers. Before she reached her peak he eased away and propped himself up on his elbows to enjoy the sight before him.

Y/N was flushed and panting. Her hair was a mess of curls and her professionally applied makeup was smudged. He was sure his mouth was smeared with her red lipstick as well, but he didn't care. Her thick body was spread out before him like an offering and her taste lingered on his tongue. He reached down and undid his pants, realizing how uncomfortable he was when his erection was freed. He rid himself of his clothing and laid out beside her, smoothing her hair back from her forehead.

“You still trust me?” He murmured.

“Explicitly.” She purred back. He pulled her leg over him and lifted her hips until she was straddling his waist.

“Ride me.” There was a fire in her eyes that bewitched him. He knew that this time he wouldn't need to reassure her that he wanted to feel her weight on him, she would fulfill his request and drive them both to release. She wrapped her hand around him and stroked, teasing him for a few brief moments before lining herself up and lowering down. Bucky let out a choked groan. “Shit, Doll, you feel amazing around me.” The first roll of her hips had them both moaning. “Oh fuck, Y/N!” He watched her, mesmerized as she ran her hands over her own body, rolling her nipples in her fingers. Bucky slid his hands around her wide hips, guiding her as she gyrated against him.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky…” She chanted his name like a prayer. “Oh fuck, it's so good.” She leaned back and changed the angle of her thrusts. He could feel it immediately when his dick hit that place deep inside of her. She let out a loud cry and clenched around him.

“Fuck me, Kitten. Just keep fucking me.” He groaned. She sped up her movements, head falling back and her eyes shut in ecstasy.

“I'm so close,” she warned. “Oh god, Bucky.” He sat up and wrapped on hand around her back, burying the other in her hair.

“I'm there with you, Doll, fuck!” He bit her shoulder, scraping his teeth across her skin to try and muffle the sounds bubbling up in his throat.

“Fuck! Oh fuck!” She sobbed out. The orgasm nearly took her breath away, and she saw little stars go off behind her eyes. Bucky came a few seconds after with a growl. They stayed like that for a time, wrapped around each other, hearts racing. When they both caught their breath, Bucky gently pulled out of her, wincing a little at the sensitivity. Y/N rolled onto her back and just smiled at him sleepily.

“You okay?” He asked with a grin.

“I feel a little floaty.” Her words were slightly slurred. Bucky chuckled and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Keep floating for a minute, I'll be right back.” She hummed in agreement and her eyes fluttered closed. She drifted off for a moment but stirred when she felt him gently wipe her skin with a warm wash cloth. “Don't fall asleep yet, here...” He tugged her hand until she reluctantly got out of bed long enough to put on the pajamas Bucky had brought for her, knowing if she didn't she would wake up shivering even with his increased body temperature beside her. They both slid under the covers and Y/N snuggled up to him.

“I love you so much.” She whispered. He kissed the top of her head and ran his fingers up and down her arm.

“I love you too.” He replied. Bucky hated that anyone had ever hurt his beautiful girl, but laying in bed with her, satisfied and drifting off to sleep he couldn't help but feel grateful for everything that had led them to each other.

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