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velvetures · 1 year ago

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Hi!!! I saw your post about taking some requests so I thought that I'll give it a shot. If it's possible, could you maybe do a Captain Price one? I haven't seen a story about him yet on your page, so I hope that this request can finally add one to your masterlist.

So here it goes: A Price x virgin!reader one. I feel like he's the type of guy to be really gentle and slow when he realizes that the reader is inexperienced, mostly due to his calm and caring nature. But once they start to get comfy, he'll get kind of rough in some way? And aftercare, I just know that this man would be an expert at it. Would help in washing them up in a tub or even cooking them a meal after. I could see that he's also a sucker for cuddles and just being close to them in general.

So yeah, I really hope that you'll consider this request and possibly write something out of it. If not, that's totally okay!!

Side note: I just wanted to say that I love your stories and that it brings me comfort, too:))

I Knew, Sweetheart

A/N: I'm so sorry this is so fucking looonngg!! I just couldn't get it right and I ended up going for "better is more" in the hopes that it'll hide the god-awful writing. :( Anyways, please don't burn me at the stake. It's my first Price fic, and I've still not got his voice or character dialed in. Summary: Reader is Price's gf, and while they've been together for a little while... sex hasn't come up. Nor the fact that the reader is a virgin!. Reader goes about bringing it up a little unconventionally, and things progress. T/W: virgin!reader, fem-reader, NS/FW 18+ ONLY, p-in-v sex, fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that IRL), established relationship, a little bit of an age-difference?, cursing?, first-time anxiety?, aftercare, probably missed something else. proofreading is for people w/ friends of which I have none.

John Price set himself apart from most of the men that he often worked alongside when it came to matters of his personal life and the ways in which he operated. A lot of people would often make jokes, saying it was nothing more than his being an “old man” who couldn’t adjust to the newer ways of life. But fuck, he wasn’t that old when it came right down to it, and yes he liked going along with the traditional ways specifically when it came to relationships, at least when he had the chance to. He’d been a lot younger at one point, not seeing how detrimental his actions could’ve been affecting the women he associated with or spent a few hours in bed with just to leave without another word sent their way.

Captain Price knew he’d made many mistakes when the heart was involved. He threw away a lot of advice he’d been given growing up -some good and some bad- all because he thought he knew better or had enough intelligence to figure it out as he went. Much of that changed when he started realizing that he wasn’t fulfilled in the slightest. For a few years, he was bitter over the emptiness. Not understanding where it came from or how the fuck he could get rid of it. Unraveling layer after layer like a frayed pair of jeans, John kept questioning how he’d come so far just to be that alone. Praying his mistakes hadn’t destroyed his chances of finding a little sliver of humanity outside of his work to motivate him. Keep him sane in the most bitter of hours, and soft when everything and everyone else around him kept adding brick after brick into never-ending, emotionless walls.

Then you showed up out of nowhere, sitting on a barstool in one of the pubs he frequented when he had some time away from his work. Close to home and nowhere near busy enough to call a bar or club; John immediately thought you looked like you’d taken a wrong turn and wound up in an old man’s hangout. It took him a few hours of watching out of the corner of his eye to finally weigh the options of being shot down, or possibly making something out of a whole lot of nothing. His offering to buy you a drink led to taking a few puffs off of his cigar outside. From there he learned just about everything about you within the first few weeks of seeing you or calling here and there.

You liked to talk, a lot. Something John was thankful for since he developed a bad habit of just staring at your pretty face instead of listening like he knew too. Fuck it made him feel ten years younger. And that was something else that made your relationship feel unusual to the Captain. More than six years in age difference didn’t sound all that significant on paper. Yet it was more interesting than either of you thought it would be initially. Aside from just simple pop culture references and enjoyment of music and other low-stakes things, your lives were on different paces. John was stable… at least as stable as his work allowed for. While you’d finally got the job you’d been dreaming of, and hadn’t been working for a full year when you met him. Everything all together challenged John, and you as well, with figuring out what you wanted from each other. How you planned -or wanted to- go about making that happen. And if being serious was something that you shared an interest in.

A few months of going on dates and John walking you home was traded for him sharing half the dresser drawers in his bedroom with you. He was gone nearly all of the time, which put a damper on things but he liked having peace of mind that you were safe and in his home. Besides, it was a short drive from his house to your work and you could stop paying half your paychecks on rent and start saving it up for anything you really wanted. At least… anything John hadn’t already bought or given you. Well… there was one thing John hadn’t given you. And it began gnawing at your mind harder and harder every time he went away for a mission and came home without the slightest inclination to do more than give you a kiss.

John Price still hadn’t asked or hinted at wanting to have sex with you.

At first, you thought it was refreshing. Seeing a man old enough and patient to understand that sex wasn’t just given but earned. Yet every time you thought there would be a moment after a date or a ‘welcome home reunion’ where he’d finally bring up the topic, your expectations fell short. Plenty of excuses floated around your brain, including the more rational ones: he was just very respectful. While others were much more self-conscious and saddening: he was getting it somewhere else, or he could see that you weren’t experienced. The age-old struggle of being a virgin past the age of eighteen.

Too old for half the population, and far too young and inexperienced for the others. Sheltered didn’t describe you. You had toys and knew how to give head as well as having been on the receiving end. But going “all the way” eluded you by some miracle or curse. Looking at John in comparison to yourself was just as attractive as it was intimidating. You knew better than to think he didn’t know his way around the bedroom. He was just too smooth. Far beyond any man, you attempted a relationship previously. You wanted to think he respected you, but at the same time, waiting for much longer for him to make a move just felt like another eternity you lacked the patience and confidence to endure. So after a long night of overthinking and wondering how you could even go about bringing it up, you made a decision that when he got back home from his latest mission, you’d be the one to bring it up.

God your hands were sweating. He was supposed to have been home two hours ago and there was still no sign of his truck in the driveway or a single message from him on the phone you had gripped between your damp palms. Everything had been just fine all day, until the sun began to set over the hillside in the backyard, leaving you less than six hours away from John coming through the door. Worried didn’t even begin to explain how your stomach was tied in knots with a low burning fire in your throat. John had been nothing short of perfect -save for being gone so often- and you knew there wasn’t a single reason for you to be so overwhelmed at the mere thought of being an adult and asking him to have sex with you. Of course… You made up your mind to omit that you’d never done it before and just hoped the Captain would be too preoccupied with something else to notice.

Noticing the details quickly got turned around on you when the front door creaked open on its hinges and you hadn’t the slightest clue that John was standing halfway through the threshold with bags slung over his back and a small look of curiosity on his face. His pretty little thing, sitting on the couch with her arms wrapped around her bent knees and a deep stare somewhere far away from the both of them. He had to admit it wasn’t the first time he had caught you sitting with your eyes “comfortable” as you liked to call it; however, it was the first time he’d seen you wearing something quite that lacy for no damn good reason before.

Some kind of black, strappy, and frilly little number. It hardly left anything to the imagination, and John had to force himself not to go into deep thought about how you’d even got into the thing without instructions. It made your figure that much more eye-catching, and after staring at nothing but rain and mud for two weeks you were a sight for sore eyes. Even a Captain had to admit his biggest weaknesses to overcome himself and improve, but he wasn’t sure in that second if he could ever overcome -much less forget- how divine you looked. Honestly, he didn’t even know you owned it to begin with. But by the way, you kept spinning your phone in your hand, he had the vague gut feeling that you had something on your mind. A little more than dinner or fussing over the possible injuries he could’ve sustained while gone.

“Waiting on someone?” He asked lowly, trying his best not to startle you too much. Right away your eyes locked on his and widened. Almost like a little rabbit cornered by a fox and no hole to scurry into. He watched a flash of sudden panic overtake you and how quickly you reached for one of the throw blankets at the end of the couch to hide behind. Price chewed his tongue, forcing himself not to smirk at you at the moment. Wanting so badly to tease you a little bit for looking so sexy in that bodysuit, but acting nothing short of the little shy church girl getting kissed on the cheek for the first time.

“J-John,” Your voice sputters on his name a bit, forcing a smile to his face. He couldn’t help it after being away for this long without the chance to hear you even over the phone for a few minutes. “You’re home a little late.”

He nods, guilty. “Delayed flight. Weather kept us from movin’ out on time.”

Careful, he dropped his bags off at the front door without the slightest concern about how long they’d sit there. More important things were swirling around in his head. Trying to decipher if you were planning something and just backed out, or if you just needed a little bit of coaxing to not be so shy. Hostage negotiation wasn’t something he thought would ever come in handy when it came to interacting with you, yet John found himself rounding around the chairs on the other side of the living room from you, and planning each step he made to ensure he didn’t spook you. That lingerie wasn’t for nothing, and he desperately needed to know what you planned on doing with it.

He licked his lips, taking a steadying breath. “What’s under the blanket, sweetheart?”

You swallowed thickly, “N-nothing… I thought - I hoped it’d look nice,” Fumbling pathetically for an excuse, you finally spit one out all under the very soft and lightly amused eyes of one John Price. “It doesn’t fit.” The second it left your lips, you internally cursed yourself.

John’s eyebrows raised, instantly grabbing onto that loose thread and pulling on it. “I’m sure you’re wrong about that…” He came closer, standing just in front of you on the couch with his hands on his hips. “Come on, why don’t you let me have a look? I’ll give you a second opinion.” His words made your heart stutter, and you weakly shook your head in response.

“I should just return it.” You mutter, scooting over to the side of him and attempting to sneak off with your protective blanket.

You’re not even close to getting away from John when he chuckles, one arm curling around your shoulders and the other getting a firm grip on the material you’re hiding under. Naturally, you don’t exactly fight to get away. But a furious blush breaks out over your cheeks and neck, feeling the preverbal trap tightened around your throat. He’s turning around and sitting down on the couch with a nonnegotiable silent order for you to take a seat straddling his lap. That alone is enough to drive you up a wall with anxious feelings. Not that you’d never sat on his lap before -actually it was quite common- but under these circumstances, there was a lot more than just a little bit of heat passing between the both of you. Very slowly, John found the edge of the blanket and slipped a hand under, searching out for your skin and eventually landing on a little bit of the lacy material stretching in a high cut over your hip. You can actually see his eyes darken, tracing along the hemline and mentally picturing what was under his fingers. Touch alone was making you squirm, avoiding eye contact and trying to keep quiet so as not to embarrass yourself even more than you already felt.

“Oh, sweetheart… fits like a fuckin’ glove.” He whispers lowly, hand palming your asscheek and toying with the thin little string that disappeared into the cleft.

“It’d be a shame for you to get all dressed up… go through all this trouble… then not let me see your hard work.” His voice lulled slow and steady, swaying your fears just enough for you to feel your head nod up and down a couple of times before letting the blanket fall off your shoulders and pool on Price’s lap. The front of the bodysuit had been well-hidden up until now, with you sitting so lady-like in his lap. But the thin straps just crossing around your tits and holding them up without a single stitch of material covering them totally, John thought he’d been shot right through the chest. Between the innocent look in your eyes, and that damned outfit making you appear about as sinful as hell, he couldn’t keep from letting out a low growl and squeezing your ass just hard enough to make you gasp.

“This is what you were trying to hide?” His breathlessness couldn’t be masked, nor could the frequent shift in his eyes between your practically bare chest and eyes. John chuckled, hands drifting towards your hips and up to rest on each side of your ribs. Pushing your tits together just a little bit, almost bewitched by the sight of you like that on his lap. “Oh, you’re such a pretty girl…” He muttered, almost to himself.

Shifting in his lap, you tried to keep your growing arousal and nervousness under control. Each touch set you on fire, and with John moving this slow you couldn’t be sure you’d live long enough to see another day. It was too good feeling a man actually appreciated a woman in front of him. Not just finding the small bits and pieces he preferred and overlooking the rest. You knew being nervous was natural, but the more John rubbed and soothed, it was getting harder and harder not to whine or ask him for just a little bit more to satiate you. Right away, John’s eyes darted up to you, and something you couldn’t quite describe flashed through his eyes just long enough for him to lip his lips and sit up a little straighter, pulling you to sit straddling just one of his thighs.

“I think I know what you want, sweetheart.” He smiled so damn affectionately that it made your heart jump. “But just so I know… why don’t you go ahead and tell me, that way I don’t miss anything. I don’t like to disappoint.” Toying with the zipper of his sweater, you suck in a nervous breath to steady your nerves.

“I want you to, have sex with me.” You hardly whisper the second part, still drawing your own attention towards anything minute that could serve as a focal point with your body shaking so badly.

“Hmm…” His thoughtful hum sends shivers up your spine, and the feeling of his hands massaging your hips makes it hard to breathe. “So I was right,” A smile crosses his face. “Well then, how about you go ahead and take care of this.” He growls a little, his fingers slowly tracing over the barely-there strip of fabric covering your core, already soaking wet with your arousal. Your little moan slips out before you can even try to cover your mouth, and John’s fingers slip away like he was purposefully trying to be mean and deny you a taste of relief.

“John, please…” You whimper, hands resting on his shoulders hoping he’ll take mercy on you.

He just shifts down to rest against the couch a little more and bounces his knee a few times, sending jolts of extreme sensation right up your clit into your lower stomach. You didn’t get it at first… what he wanted you to do. But now you did, and John almost grinned when he saw the realization, followed by the shy look you gave him. Encouragement was needed, and he was more than happy to deliver. Slowly rocking your hips back and forth along his pants, purposefully having settled you on the side that his thigh-holster was strapped to, adding two extra ridges that instantly began working to overstimulate you. It was too good, and not enough. Pushing your inhibitions just a little further out of focus and forcing you to really focus on how nothing more than his thigh was getting you to a release quicker than any toy or trick you’d tried on yourself. Impeccable alone, it was his low voice right in your ear that made everything outside of John Price holding you on his lap disappear.

“Doin’ so good, sweetheart…”

“Making me feel bad for not helping sooner… If I would’ve known how needy you were.”

“That’s it, love. Keep going, want you to let go. Right on my lap, then I’ll take care of you.”

His lips suffocated your moans and whimpers, swallowing each little pleasure and claiming it as his own. John hadn’t taken his time like this in years, but damn it was special seeing you -his pretty little thing- so needy and whining his name. So sensitive to the texture of his cargos that he was actually wondering if you could withstand something more… purposeful. God, he hoped you could. He wanted to tase you so bad after feeling just how wet you were. Fuck, even the dark khaki color of his pants was getting darker with each little jerk and grind of your hips. Thighs twitching and clenching around him like you couldn’t get the right angle, and were slowly getting more pathetically and innocently frustrated. He needed you hungry though… wanted to ensure that this was done properly. And if it meant withholding from you just enough to make sure you were desperate, he’d bite back every urge he had to give you everything right away.

John knew right away that you were a virgin. Either by just his ability to read people or by the way that you didn’t particularly use sex appeal to draw him in right when you first met. You weren’t innocent of how you looked though, and always dressed and acted much to the benefit of being seen as the valuable woman Price always believed you to be. Yet it didn’t escape his curiosity as to how you’d been able to slip through the grasps of so many disrespectful and predatory men who would’ve done anything to have taken their chance at you. Fuck, he was thankful beyond belief. He hated thinking that you could’ve needed to experience pain or discomfort at any point… but he never asked you simply out of respect and the knowledge that at some point the topic would come up. Only, it didn’t come to fruition quite like he expected. In fact, he never imagined that you’d had your first orgasm with him riding his thigh while sitting on the couch in his house. He wouldn’t change it for a goddamn thing, though.

In the moment, he’d wanted nothing more than to hear you. After hearing so many little whines and pleas for his help, he knew you’d sound so beautiful. But his own intentions fell to desire when he crashed his lips to yours, taking those cries of pleasure for himself. There would be plenty more to come for him to bask in the sound of. The first one though? He needed it. It was his to taste and keep forever. Alongside the taste of your pleasure, he relished in your shaking legs and the harsh bite of your nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to feel through two shirts. He felt your desperation just as deeply as his own, and while his cock straining against his zipper was not totally lost to his attention, John could easily stave off his own needs to make sure you were satiated just as thoroughly as deserved for coming on his pants like the good little things you always were.

“Good girl… You did so good for me, sweetheart.” His rough voice rumbled against your ear as his kissed you softly.

Petting your hair and rubbing his other hand down your quivering thigh. As much as he wanted to keep you right here and not disturb your come-down, he wanted you in bed. Needed to see you laid out like he pictured when jerking his cock after weeks of pent-up stress needed a release. Fuck he wanted to take you slow in his bed and wake up in the morning with you wrapped around him and the smell of sex on the sheets. Before you could really even catch your breath, John had you spread out on the bed with him staring down at you almost astonished. You were just as affected, seeing the heavy outline of his dick parallel to his zipper and ending just at his belt. His eyes caught your lingering, and he chuckled, biting his tongue with his back teeth before squeezing himself and shrugging like it wasn’t the hottest thing you’d ever seen him do. The little gasp you let out only gave him that much more confidence to keep teasing you as much as he’d been.

Slowly, painfully, stripping off one piece of clothing at a time and letting it drop to the floor. Eyes locked on yours like he was getting off to how you reacted to each little inch of skin that was bared to you. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought he enjoyed all of the attention on him. When in reality, he was just mesmerized by how in awe you were of him, looking like a war-torn soldier with his scars and hardened body. You were holding your breath for the moment he pushed his underwear down off his hips, standing downright predatory with his fist tight around the base of his thick and glistening cock. If you ever had a moment of hesitation about doing this with John, they dissolved in that single moment. Because your next movement was to reach your hands out, wiggling your fingers for him to come closer.

“What would you like?” He asks, coming to stand at the foot of the bed just out of your reach.

“You.” You answer a little plainly, making him chuckle.

“Not quite specific enough, sweetheart.” His eyes drop to your body hugged in that black outfit and he bites at his cheek. “But as much as I love you in that, I’d like to see you take it off.” A very easy request. Had it not been for your inability to reach the little snap at the back that kept you tied into all of the lace and straps. So, you very politely raised up and sat on your knees with your back to John and gave him the sweetest look you could manage.

“Give me hand, Captain?”

He nearly ripped the fucking thing off.

The moment he had your seduction tactic of clothing balled up in his fist, he felt the first little surge of his common sense holding him back a little bit. Base instinct screamed for him to sink into you as quickly as possible. But feeling your hands rub over his chest and your shy little kisses to his neck reminded him of circumstance. Pinned against your belly, his cock twitched in response to your teeth grazing accidentally over his collarbone. You were about to whisper an apology when John wrapped a hand around your throat to tilt your head up and suck hard just under your jaw. He liked when you did that… The thought gave you a little bolt of satisfaction. One that progressed into your hands sliding down his stomach until your fingers curled around his thick shaft, earning a warning sound of a moan deep in his chest.

“So fuckin’ soft…” He murmured against your shoulder, kissing it hotly and slowly rocking his hips against your hands. Teasing himself. Edging closer to try and raise a little bit of resistance so he wouldn’t spill his load on the bed long before he was damn well ready. Your silky little hands spreading his arousal over his length only lasted for a few minutes before John was pulling you away with heaving breaths and a flush breaking out over his cheeks.

“Too much?” You ask a little giggly when he lays you back and crawls up to kneel between your spread legs.

His reaction is one of raised eyebrows and a devilish kind of smile that makes you feel like you just made a little too accurate of a joke to be laughing. John gives you a little warning ‘tsk tsk’, shaking his head like he could try and hide the lust and affection swirling in his dark eyes at the sight of you giggling, and all spread out for him like a five-course meal the Queen of England couldn’t afford to buy. A wiser man might’ve believed himself worthy of you, enough that his dirty hands could touch you and try to give you pleasure in the way they assumed to know best. Yet John leaned over you with the knowledge that he was one of the most unworthy men on the planet, and you had so much grace and love inside of you that it didn’t matter. One little touch and you could cleanse him of every blood stain he’d not been able to clean or sinful act of revenge he couldn’t resist committing. Above all else, you’d decided in all your innocence of the world that you trusted him with your body as much as you’d already handed over your heart and mind.

John kissed you. Hard. With everything he had to offer in return for the invaluable

With that, he’s, hauling you up against him. He wants you laying right on top of him so he can sleep soundly with you right against him. He’s very quick to give you more praise and ask again if you’re feeling okay mentally and physically. You mention feeling just a little insecure, despite all of his very purposeful care throughout the whole process, but Price won’t have it.

Right away he’s kissing you softly, hands rubbing over your back and butt affectionately. Letting you know just how special he feels that you trusted him, as well as just how lucky he was to find someone like you in the first place. Holding the back of your head and gently cradling you against his lips; Tongue licking into your mouth and groaning softly when you mirror his movements, even going far enough to nip at his tongue. Using that same little hint of him enjoying your teeth on him. Just like before, you’re met with another warning sound of a growl, and John is pulling back and moving his head between your legs with a careful watch on your reaction.

“Can’t wait any longer, sweetheart.” He kissed your inner thigh sweetly. “Please let me taste your sweet little pussy.”

His words shock your body, and your head falls back with the little bit of erotic pleads overwhelming you. God, it was making you drip onto the sheets feeling him so close yet waiting for your answer. Pathetically, you couldn’t get the word ‘yes’ out of your mouth for a few long minutes. Just enough time for him to lovingly suck bruises onto your inner thighs and mean you scream out his name, squirming under his hands to try and get some real relief.

John takes pity on you, stopping long enough to let you catch your breath. “Come on pretty girl. Just say the word… I’ll make you feel so fuckin’ good.”

“Yes, yes, yes… please. I need more!” Your airy pleas fall like angel’s trumpets on his ears, as his mouth descends hungrily onto your cunt.

Licking through your slick folds and growling your own name back against your core with the sweet and alkaline flavor. Your hips buck up and you cry out, feeling his tongue lash over your clit for the first time and right away he’s got one forearm over your hips to hold them steady with the other hand held tight with his fingers intertwined with yours. His mustache tickles against your skin and you can feel him resting his head against your thigh, almost like he’s getting comfortable for an extended stay with his tongue in your cunt.

Another orgasm is ripped from you without warning less than ten minutes into John’s unyielding assault on your sensitive clit. And it’s this time that John ensures your thighs can’t wrap around his head for the sole purpose of hearing your loud and raw scream of his name. Blissed out, and shaking once again, John smiles against your pussy; Lapping up any remaining release he’d missed mere seconds before and feeling the dull pressure of your heels digging into his back.

“God, you’re so good for me sweetheart,” His praise blows cool air over your folds and you jerk a little, whining when you feel his lips return back down to you. Slowly, teasingly, he began all over again just as he did the first time.

It takes a couple seconds for you to realize he doesn’t plan on stopping. But when you do, crying for him to stop when he begins using his thumb to tease your clit while his tongue fucks slowly in and out of your clenching hole. John almost laughs, darkly and amused with your little cries and moans. Feeding off of your pleasure just to give it right back to you in the direct motivation of making you come on his tongue and fingers this time.

“F-fuck - John! Sh-shit,” Your stuttered voice falls into an unabashed groan when he teases his finger at your entrance, and slowly slides it deep into your fluttering pussy, squeezing around it tightly. Hungry for more, and weeping with each small curl of the digit hitting on your upper wall.

Your eyes roll back, and you attempt to push John’s head back to try and ease the stimulation, just to feel his hand holding you back and in place. It’s maddening, feeling so good that it’s almost bringing tears to your eyes, having already come twice -more than you typically gave yourself- and no sign of him letting you escape.

God, John was pushing you to the boundary of everything you knew about your own body, as well as giving you the first, raw, experience of just how good sex could be. Lifting your head up just to try and get a small glance at him, you catch the sight of his eyes, fiery and intense looking right back up at you with your own come soaking his mustache and the entire lower half of his handsome face. You clench around his digit again, being pushed that much closer to the edge just at the visual alone.

Your third release came as quickly as the first two, this time resulting in the delicious stretch of John’s three fingers pumping in and out of your cunt, literally slurping up your release; Almost dragging it out of you like he couldn’t stand the thought of not swallowing every drop. He whispered your name so gently as he came to rest on his forearms overtop of you, kissing your forehead with his wet lips and feeling his hair stick against your sweaty forehead.

“Sweetheart…” his tone had softened to the smallest whisper you’d ever heard from him. “Are you sure you want this? We can stop here if you’d like.”

Opening your eyes to see his handsome face and the slight of his hair in a total mess, you knew getting away with not mentioning your lack of experience was impossible. Your John… wasn’t nearly as unobservant as you’d wanted him to be. Without more than a tired little smile, you nodded. Raising your head weakly just far enough to kiss him gently, tasting yourself against your lips and feeling the slight quiver of his breath.

“Please, I want this. I want you John.”

Initially, no matter how much he’d taken care to prep you there was still a deep stretch as his thick cock began slowly entering you. Sweetly, he worked you through each little discomfort, giving you kiss after kiss and running his hands through your hair. Distracting from the little sting that had never been present with your toys, and praising you until his hips pressed flush against yours.

“Fuucckkk yes,” Price couldn’t hold back the loud groan as he looked down to see your pretty little cunt taking every last inch of his dick and squeezing so hard he could barely think straight.

“Takin’ my cock so good… Such a pretty girl, my good little thing…” His murmurs and curses slowly devolved the further you progressed.

Your body slowly adjusted to the intrusion and the gentle thrusts John made the moment you began squirming and pleading with him to move through your little hiccups. The unusual feeling of John moving inside of you slowly began to coax moans and praise from your mouth every time the crown of his cock rubbed deep against a swollen, textured, spot inside of you that built up pressure so quickly that you needed to wrap your legs around his hips to keep them from shaking uncontrollably. Each stroke got harder and harder, with John eventually pounding his cock deep inside of you, moaning and using one arm to wrap around your waist to hold your lower body still so he could bring both of you closer.

“J-John…” Your voice jolted with each snap of his hips as you tried to warn him.

Feeling that familiar yet almost destructive power of another climax rushing through your lower body. Convinced you didn’t have enough left in you to come again, you felt tears pricking your eyes, overwhelmed with immense pleasure skyrocketing you towards a final orgasm you kept denying until John’s fingers reached between you and expertly began rubbing tight circles around your clit, violently tossing you into whited-out vision, and muted hearing.

Above you, John found his own release and shared it at the same time as yours. Fisting the bedsheets to keep from grabbing ahold of you too tightly and bruising you; his cock getting squeezed so tightly from your climax that it was almost painful to stay seated inside of you. With so little arm strength left, he fell nearly full-weight on top of you and only propped himself up by his elbows to keep from suffocating you.

Utterly wrecked, and feeling more than you’d ever experienced more than you’d felt in your life, it took minutes before you could open your eyes and actually have enough of the mental capacity to realize that John was gently stroking your head, kissing your forehead and your nose, and holding you tightly to him as the strong muscle jerks and twitches in your body began to die out.

“You here with me?” Low and comforting, you smile dazedly with your eyes heavy and trying to focus on him.

You merely nod your head yes and give what you assumed was a ‘mhmmm’ but might’ve sounded more like a small animal being choked or drowned. Naturally, John’s lips spread into a very happy and amused smile, cupping your cheek with his hand and pressing a kiss to your lips softly.

“Come on, sweetheart…” John whispered, pulling your head up to his chest and gently easing himself out of you with a low sigh.

You’re once again lifted up and whisked away, this time, into the bathroom just off to the side of the bedroom where John carefully sits you down on the edge of the bathtub and starts running hot water with the lights dimmed low. Certain he’s got everything for your bath within your reach and the water is high enough for you to really sink down into in and relax, he gives you a soft kiss and promises to return after just a couple minutes.

He returns before you even work up the desire to wash your hair, and immediately takes over the task of getting you cleaned up himself. In between the lulls of soaps, and conditioners, John will pose quiet questions, asking how you’re feeling and wanting to know if there was anything that hurt you physically or was bothering you mentally. His care was intense and very personal, giving you much more confidence and comfort after having such a draining experience. Of course, you felt fantastic throughout, but when he asked if you were tired, there was a feeling that he already knew you were and expected you to tell him how he could best support you.

Other than letting your head rest against his chest. Leaving not one inch of your body neglected, from your face to your feet. Throughout the process you watch through sleepy eyes, seeing a very peaceful sort of look on his face while soaping you up and helping you rinse off and step out of the slippery bathtub into a warm towel you could only assume he’d thrown in the dryer just for your comfort.

Holding the towel around yourself, you peck him on the lips and smile, too tired to really say anything of real value. However, you’re certain John understands by the way his arms wrap you up and hold you tight to his bare chest while running his fingers through your wet hair, helping get out some of the little tangles your conditioner couldn’t quite take care of alone.

“I love you, John. More than anything.”

He drops a kiss on top of your head, rocking your weights back and forth in the dimmed light of the bathroom. Admiring your little form in the darkened silhouette of his much larger one.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

“You’re my best friend.”

He chuckles, finding that so very endearing.

“You’re mine too.”

yeah... the "you're my best friend" part, me and my husband do that <3 so.... that's a thing.

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itwasntimethatdidit40 · 3 months ago

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On a razor's edge.

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Pairing/Au: Joel Miller x F!reader, no outbreak.

Word counts: 3087

Rating: +18, MDNI, NSFW

Summary: Joel helps you shave. there.

Warnings: pov second person, no use of y/n, smut with very little plot, established relationship, soft Joel, Joel helps to shave your pussy (I also wrote it in the fic but I'll repeat it here, I don't mean to judge anyone's habits, I respect everyone's tastes and habits and everyone can do what they prefer with their body. Do you want to shave? Good. Don't you want it? Good too. For me it's enough that you are comfortable in your body and if you aren't I hope you can be soon), mention to reader's mom who is annoying about shaving, use of a razor, mention of a potential razor cut (it doesn't happen, there’s no blood), unprotected p in v (wrap it up IRL!), I didn't mention Joel or reader’s age but in my mind I imagine them both around 30/40, reader has hair, breasts and vagina, no other specific description of her is given, pussy pronouns, references to pussy as a flower, sex in the shower, oral (f receiving), cream pie, pet names (baby, honey), I think that's all, if by chance I realize I forgot something I'll add it right away.

English is not my first language, no beta, no proofreading, I already know I'm going to notice a lot of mistakes as soon as I post this and I will have to edit again and again because I'm like this, what can we do? 💀

Comments, reblogs and interactions are very much appreciated, please be kind.

Thanks to anyone who will read this!

You love Joel.

You really love him with all your heart and soul.

You also love your private time in the bathroom, that little time in your day that you spend alone doing skincare, face masks, tweezers your eyebrows, scrubbing your body and taking a nice shower with your favorite music playing in the background.

You just took off your favorites eye patches and you're ready to shave with your trusted razor when Joel knocks on the door.

“Honey, we’re going to be late, hurry up” His voice is muffled by the closed door but you can clearly hear a certain apprehension.

You hum as you take out your shaving cream and reply, “I’ll be right there”

Your neighbor invited you to his pool party the other day and of course you enthusiastically accepted.

It’s been so hot lately that being able to enjoy his pool for a while seemed like a dream.

Unfortunately, work kept you busy all week so you couldn't make an appointment with the beautician and you've arrived today with a few hairs on your legs and in your bikini area.

You're not particularly concerned when you can't wax and totally respect those who don't, hair removal is a personal choice and everyone should be able to do what they want with their own body.

Joel doesn't care if you have them or not, he's happy to have you either way and is feral with you regardless. In fact, you suspect he especially likes it when you have some down there but still he never stopped you from choosing for yourself and he never made inappropriate comments.

Anyway, today you planned to wear your favorite bikini and you wouldn't feel comfortable with hair sticking out from the sides of your bottoms.

The fact that a woman must necessarily be hairless down there is something that has been instilled in you since you were a teenager and as much as you manage not to care about it most of the time, when you wear a bikini you still have your mother's voice in your ears telling you to make those hairs disappear.

Ugh, your mother.

You shake your head, get in the shower and wash yourself, body and hair.

Then you spread the shaving foam well on your legs. You pass the razor carefully and rinse.

This neighbor is quite wealthy and Joel has heard that he would like to renovate his house so he is fully intent on offering him a quote with his construction company, which is why he is so worried about being late.

He needs some time to approach him until there are not too many people, have a casual chat and throw out the idea.

You also want to make a good impression since his wife is the head of the neighborhood committee and you want to ask her to convince the neighbor next door to cut down some branches that end up right in your yard filling it with annoying leaves. You tried to talk to him yourself but he is a cheap man and doesn’t want to spend money to have a gardener come and do the work. Joel tried too but to no avail.

Joel, on the other side of the door, is still impatient "baby, what are you doing?" you hear him ask after another 10 minutes have passed.

“I’m getting ready,” you say out loud from the shower as you check to make sure there’s no hair left on your ankles.

“You’ve been in there for an hour, what else do you have to do?”

You giggle, Joel will never understand how long it takes to be the way he always sees you. He’s in the bathroom for a maximum of 20 minutes when he decides to trim his beard, otherwise 10 minutes is more than enough for him to take a shower and come out with a towel around his waist looking as beautiful as a God. It’s so unfair.

“I'm making myself beautiful for you” you shout at him smiling at the thought of his answer which in fact comes exactly as you imagined “Love, you're gorgeous, you don't need to do anything, just get out of there”

“I'm almost done,” you reply as you begin to spread the foam on your bikini area.

“You said the same thing 10 minutes ago and yet you're still there,” he grumbles “and I don't hear water running so I don't understand why”

“You don't understand ‘cause you're a man darling, it's not your fault” you grin while you carefully run the razor to the right of your sex, at the point where your leg attaches to your pelvis.

You can clearly see him in your head rolling his eyes, hands on his hips, his weight resting on his right leg while his left leg is slightly jutted forward, his typical pose when he's annoyed.

“Cut me some slack, baby, you know how much I care about getting this job” he replies

“Yeah I know” you say sweetly “but I can’t come around like that, I need to be extra pretty next to you”

At this point he opens the door, just enough to enter and as he does so he replies "no one has a prettier girlfriend than me, I don't know how many more times I have to tell you"

You're all busy shaving so you don't even notice him until you hear his voice closer than before.

You look up and jump, almost cutting yourself with the razor. “Are you crazy?!” you yell at him. “Joel, I almost cut my thigh because of you!”

“And how was I supposed to know?!” his expression is halfway between embarrassed and horny, his eyes scan your body as if it were the first time he's seeing it, his pupils are dilated, his jaw muscles tense and his lips tight on the verge of curling into a smile, you can see it growing at the corners of his mouth.

Seeing you like this, leaning against the shower wall, completely naked and with nipples hardened from the fright he gave you, his nerves are going away.

“So, what? I have to finish, I certainly can’t go around with only a small part of my bikini area shaved, can I?” you rumble at him feigning irritation but oh, you like the way he's looking at you, hungry and feral. And you like that particular dark shade his eyes take on when they're lit up with desire.

He frowns and asks, “Can I help you?” rubbing his neck.

“Doing this?” you ask, raising an eyebrow, moving from the wall to the center of the shower, razor still clutched in your hand “Joel…”

“Let me try,” he murmurs hoarsely

“Joel, if you cut me…” you say feeling a shiver down your spine, your eyes fixed on his, sparkling in anticipation.

“I won’t. I promise” He is deadly serious.

“Okay” you say with a sigh and you immediately regret having said it.

Joel takes the razor from your hands brushing your fingers slightly and then drop to his knees fully dressed on the wet shower floor without even thinking about it, as if in some kind of lascivious trance. At least he’s barefoot.

The deal, the job, the money seem like a distant, faded memory and the neighbor’s tree? You’ll think about it another day.

His heavy breathing crackles on your skin as he brings the razor close to your skin with the most intent look you've ever seen him do.

He starts with small movements from the bottom up and shaves a small portion of the left side of your pubic area, his hand is firm and precise and he doesn't seem to have any hesitation, however he is proceeding with caution and you are grateful for it, you have been holding your breath since he started.

The razor seems so small in his hand, like a child's toy, yet it has sharp blades that could cut you at any moment if his movements were not precise.

He pulls it away from your skin to shake off excess shaving foam and rinse it under the flexible shower head and you catch your breath.

You flinch for a moment as he brings the razor closer again, “stay still” he tells you in a peremptory voice.

There is something deeply erotic in what he is doing, in his calm and dedication, in his deep knowledge of every curve of your body. It seems like he knows exactly how to move his hand so as not to hurt you.

He rinses the part, then proceeds to take more foam and spread it tickling your skin with his calloused fingers. You're even impressed that he didn't put too much on, just a thin layer, so he can see the part and have full control of what he's doing.

His jeans are now soaked and stuck to his legs and you can see a bulge growing in his crotch.

He stretches your skin with his fingers and runs the razor over you, still in small motions, shaking it, finishing the sides of the top of your pubic bone.

“I need you to lay down, baby, I have to do the bottom part” he says tilting his head to one side to look better at what he has just done.

Joel himself wanted this shower to be big enough for two people, it's his job and he knows how to be far-sighted in this.

It is wide enough for you to lie down and for him to sit between your legs without difficulty.

You bend down and lay your back on the floor “spread your legs” he tells you “keep them raised”

The floor is cool and wet against your skin but you still feel heated.

You crane your neck to look at him and his eyes are focused, deciding how to position you to do the job.

He takes your ankles and bends your legs slightly, if it was a moment when you wanted to laugh you would say that you look like a frog but now you feel like a rose of flesh. A bold, cheeky flower that has blossomed for him.

“Stay like this, can you?”

You nod because you can’t do anything else, you don’t know what to say, you’re hypnotized by his deep breathing and his eyes.

You feel a pulse between your legs.

A heat that starts to rise from below.

He smears a thin veil of foam on the inside of your thighs near your pubic area, he runs his fingers almost absentmindedly near your folds, you know that every movement is thought out, he's purposely ignoring your pussy so he doesn't lose his concentration but you can feel desire creeping through the air between you.

It's thick, heavy, and smells of your perfume that invades your nostrils now that you're playing the obscene dancer for him, with your legs bent as if you had to warm up your muscles before a show.

He draws your edges with the razor, rinsing continuously, you feel the blade glide over you, darting across your skin, only slightly resisting to your roughest hairs.

You feel a glimmer of clear drool dripping between your petals, all the way down to the crack of your butt, that gives away your eagerness.

A couple more gentle swipes and he's done.

You can hear him swallowing nervously, your throat is dry too.

“All done” he whispers, running his fingers over your smooth skin.

You sit up, legs at the sides of his body and tug at his shirt to give him a kiss. You suck his bottom lip between yours, tasting his minty flavor.

You dwell on that ecstatic feeling for a while before you let go of his lips and take a breath back into your lungs.

“Do you want me to shave it all off?” Sometimes you do, you like it when you feel just the soft, just that, that tingles every time he runs his tongue over it.

Shiny as egg white, voracious, naked luscious lips ready to salivate and swallow until they’re full.

But now you can't wait and you know he doesn't care, they're short hairs anyway, you keep them trimmed.

It's just a little line that surrounds your flower to browse.

“No baby, I need you”

The razor is lying on the shower floor, you pick it up and place it on the steel shelf that Joel installed for you to put your things on.

“Mmm tell me what you want” He asks, grinning from ear to ear, his eyes sparkling with lust.

He already knows the answer.

“Fuck me” you plead, voice trembling with excitement “fuck me with your tongue and fingers, please. Fuck me with your cock. Fuck me until I see white and I’m a mumbling mess underneath you”

You put your hand over his bulge, running slowly to his zipper strained and you fiddle your fingers on his button.

You feel him squirming, his eyes feral and mesmerized by your touch and your words.

You open his jeans as he takes off his water-spattered shirt and throws it on the floor outside the shower.

Sitting like this, you notice even more the softness of his belly, that little bit of flesh that you love to bite.

He gets up to get rid of his jeans, now soaked, annoying, heavy, he throws them on the floor and they land with a dull thud.

His boxers are damp and have a big stain on the front, but it's not water. It's his pleasure dripping.

He’s rock hard leaking profusely.

He leans down and gives you a long kiss, looking at you. His hands slide slowly over your arms, slipping onto your hips, squeezing your flesh and your body arches towards him, your tongue quivers on his, every fiber of you reacts and bends gently to him.

He brings a hand to your cheek, deepening the kiss, eagerly licking the inside of your mouth, tasting you.

You moan into his lips as you feel his other hand move up and rest on the side of your breast, his long fingers reach your nipple and trace its contours, they move circling it, he does it first with his thumb and then with his index finger. He passes them over your bud, titillating it, making it harden under his fingertip.

He makes space between your knees again, makes you lay down on the floor, caressing your torso, going down to your ribs, he touches the area just below and whispers “you look beautiful here”.

You like that he appreciates everything about your body, even those parts that others ignore, he sees the overall harmony and knows how to notice the details. He knows the map of your scars and every shade of your skin. He goes down, brushing your navel and then unexpectedly goes back up and takes your lips again.

He sucks.

He tastes.

He drinks.

He lowers himself and leans over your opening. He breathes hard as he gives the first lick, with his tongue flat, crawling from bottom to top, lingering on your clit. He spreads your folds a little with his thumbs and looks at you for a moment whispering “God, baby, you have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen” he inhales your scent “and she’s so wet…” and he licks again “so sweet” another lick “and she tastes so good”

You throw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut, wrapping one hand around the back of his neck, pushing him against you.

He keeps his mouth glued to your slit, his tongue seems everywhere, meticulous and insatiable, it seems he can never get enough.

You listen to his movements with your whole body, as if he were speaking to you, using a language unique to yours.

You feel his hand resting on your hip, you grab his wrist and bring him back to your tit, you don't need to ask him to touch it, he silently takes your nipple between his fingers pinching and twisting.

Your ribcage expand for air, you gasp with your mouth wide open and a long moan leaves your lips rising from deep inside you.

You lift your head to see him, looking disheveled and grateful, his beard glisten with your fluids as two of his thick fingers slide into you.

He traces with his tongue that little stripe of hair he left you, which frames your lips, he caresses them, takes them in his mouth, sucking lightly.

His strong aquiline nose is hitting your clit now, fingers curl to find that perfect spot, the one that makes you see white, like you asked.

You moan in disarray “your cock – God – I want your cock, please Joel”

He gives a couple more licks and then moves, towering over you, kissing you with lips that taste of salt and lemon, of you. It’s your taste, all over his mouth.

He lower his boxers and the tip of his cock presses against your hole, slowly making its way in.

You throw your arms around his neck, giving him sloppy kisses on his sultry skin.

He grunts as he thrusts into you, you wrap your legs around his waist as he slides a hand behind your arched back, pushing you, anchoring himself to you so you don't slip on the wet floor, his knee braced on the floor.

You stammer senselessly yes yes yes, you're both close to your peak.

You feel disarmed, completely enveloped by him, by his body, by his scent.

You're sweaty, even though your skin is still wet, your body contracts against his, waves of pleasure modulating your breathing.

Your orgasm explodes in a long sigh, then it goes silent, you bite your lips, you are overwhelmed.

He takes your hands, intertwines them with his and brings them above your head, sinking relentlessly inside you, hitting again and again, deeper and deeper until you feel thick, sticky stems filling you, painting your walls, dripping from inside you onto your thighs.

His hair is plastered to his forehead, his eyes searching yours as he fills his hands with your ass cheeks, giving the last hard thrusts before he pulls out of you and lets himself go on the shower floor next to you.

You take deep breaths, trying to come back to your senses, your bodies completely exhausted.

“Well,” he says after a while, “we’re officially too late to go now.”

“Do you mind?” you ask, rolling onto your side, tracing his broad chest with your fingertips.

“No,” he replies without even thinking.

You burst out laughing together.

No, this is definitely more important.

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flightlessangelwings · 1 month ago

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FawKtober2024 Part 2- Qimir

Qimir (The Stranger) x fem!reader

Kinks- cockwarming, teasing, riding

Word count- 1315

Warmings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), implied master/student relationship tho ages or status is never mentioned, just a hint of plot, softness, teasing, praise, no physcial description of reader, no use of y/n

Notes- I've been wanting to write a Qimir fic since he appeared and what better time than Kinktober! I decided to go with a more softer version of him too, and this fic was so fun to write! I hope y'all like it as much as I do! Also, The Acolyte deserves more seasons!!!

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“Concentrate,” Qimir’s soft voice in your ear was a welcome warmth. He hummed in satisfaction as you kept your hands raised in front of you.

Your eyes were closed, leaving only his voice and the feeling of him around you. Your hands were steady as you lifted large, heavy boulders in the air with little effort. You both felt the force surrounding you, like a comforting blanket on a cold day.

But Qimir also had another comfort surrounding him.

While you sat in his lap on the edge of a rock, Qimir’s cock stayed buried deep inside you. He let out a deep, guttural groan as he pushed himself inside you and nestled comfortably. You mewled as you lowered yourself onto his lap, adjusting yourself to his cock before settling in and relaxing in his grasp.

“That’s it,” his calm voice soothed you as he ran his hands up and down your sides.

You let out a soft moan at his praise and subconsciously squeezed your inner muscles around his cock.

Qimir hissed your name as he felt a jolt run up his spine.

A smirk lit up your face, but you kept your concentration in front of you. Twirling your fingers, you made the boulders dance in the air, spinning them carefully one at a time in a specific pattern. All the while, you were keenly aware of his cock inside you, and you fought against every urge to rock your hips along his lap.

Again, he growled your name in a low tone; a warning. His hands landed on your hips as he gripped you tightly. “You’re getting better,” you could tell he spoke through gritted teeth as you felt his cock twitch inside of you, “And bolder.”

“Impressed?” you asked with a satisfied grin.

Qimir squeezed your hips tighter as he nibbled your ear, “You feel so good,” he purred, his honeyed admission rolling off his tongue with surprisingly little effort.

It was your turn to groan as you shifted in his lap. Finally, you opened your eyes as you slowly and carefully set the boulders down on the ground. One by one each rock settled into stillness, and the less energy you exerted, the more you became aware of the feeling of Qimir’s cock inside you.

“Qimir…” you whispered what you knew was his name as you turned towards him.

Feeling your breath on his lips, Qimir hummed. One hand moved from your hip towards your pussy as he slowly rubbed circles on your clit. When your mouth dropped open to let out a gasp, he took your lips with his, devouring you.

You reached your hands back to grasp at his neck as you slowly rocked your hips. His tongue explored every corner of your mouth as if it was his first time tasting you, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. And when you started to move, you felt him groan into you. Smirking into the kiss, you squeezed your inner muscles again, clenching his cock as much as you could.

“Careful,” he warned in a hiss as he gently bit your bottom lip.

“Maybe I know what I’m doing,” you retorted slyly as you rocked your hips again, “Maybe I know what I want.”

Qimir growled as he yanked you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you as much as he could as he devoured your lips once more. He swallowed the moan you let out as you parted your lips for him once more.

“Ok then, prove it,” Qimir breathed heavily in between kisses, “Ride,” he commanded as he broke away suddenly.

You were left bewildered for a moment before you registered what he said. Your lips stayed parted as you blinked your eyes open to meet his gaze. His dark eyes peered into you, sending a wave of anticipation down your spine. His eyes narrowed, as if to tell you he wouldn’t repeat himself, and it broke you out of the trance you were in.

Placing your hands on his knees, you lifted your hips enough to feel his cock drag along your inner walls. A gasp escaped your lips as the movement after being still for so long ignited a fire within both of you. And you heard Qimir groan behind you, telling you he felt it too.

Slowly at first, you lowered your hips back down to meet his. You couldn’t hold back the moan as the tip of his cock hit that sweet spot inside you. Goosebumps erupted all over your skin as you repeated the action, slowly purposefully lifting and lowering your hips as you used his knees to steady yourself.

Qimir watched in mesmerized awe as his cock disappeared inside you over and over again. His fingers twitched as the feeling of you almost overwhelmed him. The more turned on you got as you rode him, the wetter your pussy became. And he could hear the evidence.

“Faster,” he spoke in a low tone that went right to your core.

You whimpered as you complied, bouncing on his cock with more speed. You tried to bite your lip to stifle your cires, but it was no use. Every time you landed on his hips and his cock was fully sheathed inside you, you couldn’t stop the moans that came out of your mouth. Your body felt warmer and warmer with every bounce.

“That’s it,” Qimir purred as he let out a groan of his own.

“Feels so good,” you moaned as your head rocked back.

He hummed as he dipped a hand below your waist to play with your clit once more, “Cum for me,” his low tone made you whimper once more, and he loved the effect he had on you. He wouldn’t admit that you had the same effect on him, though.

The squelches of your wet pussy were drowned out by your cries of pleasure as you picked up your pace. And Qimir decided to help you along by thrusting his hips up to meet yours, which only made you scream louder.

“Cum,” he growled with new found determination.

You landed on his hips hard as you completely fell apart. His cock hit your sweet spot at just the right angle, making you tremble in his arms as you screamed loudly. You fell back into his chest, your limbs unable to hold yourself up anymore as you came on his cock.

“That’s it,” he murmured as he savored the feeling of your orgasm against his body. He rubbed at your clit as you bucked your hips uncontrolidly in his lap.

“Fuck!” you screamed as you clutched at his legs, desperate for something to hold on to you as you felt him try to extend your climax as long as he could. Tears formed in your eyes as you saw stars the moment you closed them as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into you.

Qimir growled your name as he bucked his hips a few times, rutting his cock into you again and again as he started to chase his own orgasm. With a curse of his own under his lips, he quickly found what he craved as he spilled himself into you just as the aftershocks of your own orgasm pulsed through your body. He groaned in your ear as he buried his cock as deep as he could once more as he came in you, holding you tightly as he did so.

He held you close as you remained limp in his arms, in his lap. Heavy breaths were the only sound either of you made for several minutes. Neither of you moved, though, as you both savored the connection you shared. The setting suns illuminated your silhouettes as you sat together in comfortable stillness once more.

It was Qimir who finally broke the silence, “Well done,” he smirked, making you grin as well.

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berylcups · 5 months ago

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La Squadra x Reader: What makes them laugh

CW: suggestive behavior (Melone being Melone), getting scared, food, spicy food, annoyed pets( no pets real or imaginary were harmed in this post), gamer rage, language barriers, minor DNI

Notes: some of the videos suggest may or may not be offensive to you or your morals (mostly referring to cart narcs and some Gi Joe PSAs) so please view at your own discretion and mental health in mind! This is a post made for funsies and not meant to harm in anyway. Humor is subjective and as someone with privilege but also is AuDHD there maybe somethings I overlooked. Just know that Beryl loves you all and cares about you all 💜 Also regarding Prosciutto…he might be a little OOC. The only real humor I could see him having is like boomer humor or political humor but that is such a gross yucky subject and I want to keep this post as positive as possible. I hope I did him justice! I hope you enjoy either way! 💜 Beryl

Risotto

What type of humor do they have?: dark humor/ jump scare reactions

How do they laugh?: he has a low deep rumble of a chuckle when he does laugh it almost sounds like an evil villain’s laughter. It’s a little intimidating! But don’t tell him that we want him to laugh more! 🖤

Anything you do make them laugh?: anytime something makes you jump he can’t help but let out a chuckle. Whether someone shows up in your line of sight suddenly and it startles you, or a loud noise makes you scream like a crack of lightning.

You were in the kitchen of the base sneaking a piece of a cake, you knew nobody else was home so you could easily steal the last piece of strawberry cake. You felt so evil, you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself!

As soon as you took a forkful and put it near your mouth, a flash of lightning struck and you felt a massive hand on your shoulder with hot breath on your neck.

“…that’s the last piece…I hope you plan on sharing it Y/N…” you heard a deep voice rumble.

The pure rush of adrenaline jolted through you like the lightning outside and you jumped up, dropping the plate and letting out the most high pitched pathetic screech. The plate shattered all over the kitchen floor completely ruining the cake.

“Damn it Risotto! Don’t scare me like that!” You whined. “Stop being invisible and show yourself!”

He chuckled as he revealed himself, he had a rare shit eating grin on his face.

“Sorry… I really couldn’t help myself. It was the perfect opportunity to get you like that.” He snickered as rubbed your head.

“Sigh…I’m happy that you are enjoying yourself. But I almost peed myself and I dropped a perfectly good piece of cake.” You whined.

“Well I hate to say it but karma is a bitch. That’s what happens when you try to sneak off with the last piece.” He smirked as he got out the broom and dust pan.

“And I would have gotten away with it too if it wasn’t for you being a creeper.” You huffed.

What types of videos make them laugh?: jumpscare reactions- especially if it’s older people playing the scary maze. He thinks it’s hilarious! But he feels bad when he sees little kids get scared, that’s not funny to him 😞 any kid age 12+ though is fine with him- it’s time for them to grow up 😈

Any examples?: nothing specific- look for videos of people getting tricked into getting jump scared 😅 like scary maze, the video of the car driving down through the hills, FNAF, etc.

Formaggio

What type of humor do they have?: funny memes/ voice over parodies

How do they laugh?: he starts off with a goofy low deep chuckle then as it progresses it turns into a roaring laughter where he’s gasping and holding his stomach. Very infectious 🤭

Anything you do make them laugh?: This guy is all giggles! It’s never hard to make him laugh. But his favorite thing is when you reference his favorite videos.

“Hey hey hey~! Get off the counter Asiago!” You scolded the cat. The grey furball turned its butt at you and continued to prance across the counter. “Oh? We’re playing this game huh? Don’t make me give you a body massage~…”

“Who wants a body massage?”you asked in a deep voice, picking up the cat off the counter before she could escape.

“Mister body massage machine GO” you aggressively rubbed the cats belly.

“Pfft hey~! Where’s my body massage?” He laughed watching you playfully manhandle the cat.

“Make me some pork chop sandwiches and maybe zaddy will give ya a body massage!” You struggled to say through your giggling.

The cat was fed up with both of your guys bullshit and jumped out of your arms and ran off hissing.

What types of videos make them laugh?: GI Joe PSAs, Jaboody Dubs- he loves silly voice overs of his favorite American cartoons. Taking them out of context and rewriting the dialogue makes him want to piss himself from laughter.

Any examples?: Pork Chop Sandwiches! I’m a computer, stop all the downloading!

Illuso

What type of humor do they have?: “nailed it “ humor

How do they laugh?: He laughs just as obnoxiously as he does in the dub. Its very unflattering and he sounds like a hyena. Despite that, it’s very contagious!

Anything you do make them laugh?: when you tried to make cute rainbow cupcakes and all the colors bled together making it look like an absolute disaster. The icing melted and the rainbow candy wouldn’t retain its rainbow shape...Its just a sugary sticky mess.

“Ha-Nice job. Very well done.” Illuso snickered. “It looks like a leprechaun vomited all over your cake pan!” he howled.

“It looks so fucking miserable! Did you even try???” he cackled. “Next time, leave the baking to me!”

“Oh fuck off Lulu.”you groaned, rubbing your temples in frustration. “Anytime I pintrest anything, it always-ALWAYS goes wrong.”

He wiped the tears from his face as he tried to calm himself down from his high.

“Hey, hey… Calm down Y/N. Baking is very fickle. I’ll help you out next time. You did the best you could. Trial and error is unfortunately part of the baking process” he said rubbing your back.

“I just really wanted some cute tasty cupcakes…”you pouted.

“I could tell. You didn’t let the cupcakes cool long enough before you put the icing on them. That's why it melted right off.” he stuck a finger in one of the cakes and tasted the frosting. “Mmm…still tastes good though. Lets just eat them anyway. Ugly cake is still good cake.”

What types of videos make them laugh?: “Nailed it” show, parkour/stunt fails, live tv bloopers/ fails, makeup fails

Any examples?: grape lady falls

Pesci

What type of humor do they have?: cute animal humor

How do they laugh?: he tries to hold back his laughs but fails with an adorable snort. He has a giggle that sounds like pure joy from an angel. 😇 It’s a big belly laugh and it’s hard not to laugh along with him. Hearing his laugh is always going to put you in a good mood! 😁

Anything you do make them laugh?: when you panic and freak out holding an upset octopus that you accidentally caught while fishing.

“lil guppy~! Put down the camera and help me~! Ow ow ow!” You squealed trying to pry to the angry octopuses suction cups off of you.

“My poor precious pearl! Don’t worry! I’ll help you!” He quickly took a few more pictures of your scuffle with the cephalopod and walked over to gently but firmly pull the tentacles off your face and chest.

He wrangled the fuming octopus and gently but swiftly removed the hook from it. He then he quickly dropped it back into its home in the sea.

“Oh thank god… Thank you Pesci. You’re my hero!” You sighed in relief and rubbed the sore spots the suction cups left.

. “You’re very welcome Y/N. I’m just thankful you’re okay. You weren’t in any real danger. Octopus encounters are just really uncomfortable.” Pesci looks at you and your red splotches, making a gentle giggle.

“What’s so funny??” You whined, putting hands on your hips. You were annoyed he was laughing after a moment like this but knowing how kind he was you’d give him a moment to explain himself.

“The octopus gave you a bunch of welts making it look like you have polka dots!” He laughed light-heartedly. “ you poor thing, I’ll have to give you some cream to help your irritated skin.”

“Sigh… I’m so accident prone. Maybe it was a bad idea to join you on your fishing trips.” You pouted.

“No! Not at all!” He said, giving you a big reassuring hug . “ I love having you with me! I want you to come with me all the time!…only if you want to of course.”

“I’d love too.” You smiled. “As long as I don’t catch anymore angry octopi.” You softly giggled.

What types of videos make them laugh?: he loves watching cat and dog videos of them being silly and doing goofy things! He has a wholesome sense of humor.

Any examples?: Today I groomed a new species | the weirdest cat ever. Cat barking like dog. Dog of wisdom

Prosciutto

What type of humor do they have?: instant karma

How do they laugh?: he has a deep, rich laughter. It sounds very indulgent. It starts out with a mild wheeze then a chuckle that rumbles out of his chest. He has a habit to put a hand to his forehead and shake his head before he really starts laughing. If you have a voice kink his laughter might make you start acting unwise 😳

Anything you do make them laugh?: it has nothing to do with his type of humor but you underestimate something. You were weak to heat but you thought you could handle some of Prosciuttos pasta arrabiata. You… couldn’t handle it at all.

You were having lunch with your beloved partner. You were eating Gnocchi Sorrentina and he had Pasta Arrabiata. It looked so good and smelled good too. You wanted a taste.

“Hey Prosci, let me have a bite of your pasta pretty please? It looks sooo good!” You said trying not to drool.

“Hmm?” He raised an eyebrow. “I’m more than happy to share amore, but it’s very spicy. I know you don’t do well with spicy foods… are you sure you want to try it?” He asked.

“I know I’m weak to spice but it can’t be THAT spicy. Your nose isn’t even running and you're not sweating! I can handle it!” You reassured him. “May I have just a bite please?”

He seemed a little wary but he took a forkful and guided it towards your mouth.

“Okay amore. Here you go. Open up.” He said bring the fork closer to your lips.

You opened your mouth happily inviting the food into your mouth. You chewed as you felt your senses overcome you. Perfectly al dente pasta and a delicious tomato sauce tantalizing your taste buds.

“Oh my~! Prosci it’s so goo-“an unsettling sensation overcame your mouth. You felt your nose get runny and the sweat begin to form on your skin. The heat in your mouth has made itself known. You could feel it in all your soft tissues, your throat, and even your teeth!

“So..so hot!” You panicked. You jump up from your chair and scramble to the sink to drink water directly from the tap.

Prosciutto wheezed and let a hearty laugh out of his chest.

“I told you it was going to be spicy Y/N!” He wheezed.

“I didn’t think it was going to be THAT spicy!” You gargled. “Ahh~ the pain won’t stop!”

“Drink milk amore. Fats neutralize the capsaicin.” He chucked as watched.

You slammed open the fridge and grabbed the milk and drank straight from it, not caring it was for Pesci. You’d buy him a new one. You drank the rest of the leftover milk panting hard.

“Feel better?” He asked.

“ Yeah… the pain is gone. But now I’m going to have to worry about my lactose intolerance later…” you panted. “I owe Pesci a new milk jug.”

“We’ll worry about that when we come to it.” He said kissing your forehead.

What types of videos make them laugh?: anything to do with instant karma or people getting what they deserve… he looks like he’d enjoy public freakouts/karens getting what they deserve 😂

Any examples?: nothing specific, maybe CartNarcs? He’d like watching people messing with others and then they end up failing at their pranks or they end up getting served 😅

Melone

What type of humor do they have?: “That’s what she said “/ dirty minded humor & video game humor

How do they laugh?: he starts with a giggle and has a somewhat feminine light laugh. It’s very attractive

Anything you do make them laugh?: when you get frustrated playing video games and falling at them. 😅

You were sitting in front of the tv frustrated. You KNOW if you did enough backwards long jumps in rapid succession you could get through the endless stairs and to the final fight with bowser.

“Ugh… come on! It’s soooo hard!” You moaned in frustration.

“That’s what she said.” Melone snickered as he watched you helplessly try to glitch your way up the stairs.

“Ugh shut it Mel.” You hissed.

You kept trying and trying… no success. Your hands were beginning to cramp up.

“Aaah~! My hands! They’re cramping! Finish already!” You bitched.

“That’s what she said~.” He giggled louder.

“Melone! Not right now!” You barked.

“Now now Y/N… it’s just a game ~” he waved his finger at you.

You got so close, but your hands cramped up and spasmed. You had enough and threw your controller to the side.

“WELL FUCK ME SIDEWAYS!” You screeched. “ I give up!”

“That can be arranged ~” he purred while rubbing your shoulders. “ Calm down Y/N, it’s just a game… if you want you can take frustration out on me if you know what I mean ~.” He said kissing the shell of your ear.

“Sigh. ok, fine.” You giggled. “ You always know how to put me in a better mood.”

What types of videos make them laugh?: video game glitches, bad video game hacks

Any examples?: streamers or lets-players: ex: Vargskelethor, Vinesauce, Jerma, (my top 3 personally!) or overly popular YTubers like Pewdiepie, Markiplier, etc…

Ghiaccio

What type of humor do they have?: typos/ illiteracy/ misheard words

How do they laugh?: he always tries to hold his laughs in a “Pffft” if it’s really funny he wheezes before he laughs hard holding his ribs. It’s rare but he does laugh!

Anything you do make them laugh?: when you struggle to roll your R’s and say an Italian word but in the wrong way.

“Ghia~ can you bring me the pene for the pasta salad?” You asked, chopping the vegetables.

“Pffft what did you say?” He asked holding back a chuckle.

“You know! The pene pasta! The tube shaped pasta with the tip at the ends!” You said trying to be more specific.

“I have a pene but not pene PASTA.” He wheezed. “We have PENNE pasta.”

“Uh duh! That’s what I just said! What’s gotten into you today?” You huffed grabbing the bowl of pasta out of his hands.

“Y/N… Pene and Penne are two ENTIRELY DIFFERENT things.” He chuckled while wiping a tear from his eye.

“They sound the same! You just say the N a microsecond longer. It can’t be THAT funny! So tell me what I’ve been saying!” You whined

“Cock pasta. You said you were making cock pasta. Not very appetizing if you ask me. Penne is what you want to say- that means pen. Hence the pen shape of the pasta.” He snickered.

“So that’s why all the guys were laughing at me when I was raving about pasta arrabiata with penne?! And you didn’t fucking tell me???” You screeched.

The blue haired man crumpled into a laughing mess gripping his sides. “You can’t blame me for that fuck up! It was a perfect Language barrier!”

What types of videos make them laugh?: misheard lyrics and song parodies, Bone-app-the-teeth type compilations

Any examples?: how is prangent formed? Curse of the weggy board

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cozymoko · 2 years ago

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Hello OP ヾ(๑╹◡╹)ﾉ" I was super excited to see someone writing for AkaYona in 2023, it was such a dead fandom last I checked two years ago. I was reading your rules and it seems you exclusively write for yanderes? But I’ve seen you write non-yandere content too. So if it’s okay…maybe a platonic reader and Yoon who sees Yoon as her child and is fiercely protective? Bonus points if it makes Yoon cry because he remembers when he lost his mother and is unused to having someone care for him since he’s usually the one caring for the group? Sorry if this offensive, I’m rereading the manga and have a lot of feels

Note: Hi hi hi! I do not exclusively write for yanderes but it seems like those type of posts get the most interaction. I'll be sure to go back and make it more specific.

I never really liked Yoon so this might be a little strange to read. I read the manga years ago.

Pairing: Yoon x (platonic) Mother-figure! reader

Format: Headcanons

WARNING(S): slight angst

LINKS: Akatsuki no Yona Masterlist

You were only a couple of years older than YOON; less than eight to be precise, and it took very little time for the two of you to grow close. After the unfortunate passing of his mother nonetheless, you became his main source of support from there forward. And although similar in numerous ways, you were also differe nt.

It was hard for him to adjust to the idea of someone caring for him as much as you did. You reminded him of his mother in so many ways, it was comforting, to say the least. Not that he would admit it. He didn’t want to come across as weak or soft in front of others as the thought left his ears a font shade of pink. But as he expected, you did not care one bit

At times he finds your nagging to be such a pain, which is quite hypocritical on his behalf. But he never verbally complains, he wouldn't dare. You cared for him, deeply, and you were never scared of showing it. He's grateful for you even if he doesn't express it too often.

But once he gets attached, it's over. The two of you are inseparable, nearly spending every waking moment together.

You found yourself fixing his hair every morning, brushing through it with the utmost care. You’d make breakfast solely for him as he always forgot about himself whilst tending to the others. Your actions were brimming with affection, so much so that he could feel it with every touch. It made his heart swell with a foreign warmth that he hoped would stay forever.

The idea of calling you mom or mother isn't all that strange to him, and at times it comes as second nature. You entered his life at a very young age thus, he thinks of you as nothing more than a second parent.

He's grown pretty reliant on you in little time, though he'd never admit it. When seeking comfort or solutions he'd look for you. When annoyed and at his wits end with Yona and her dragons, you're always there to lend a helping hand and he's not opposed to it.

You are as protective as you are kind and his friends learned that the hard way. If they wouldn’t listen to Yoon, they sure as hell listened to you (strange sentence).

Your glares were deadly like a snake staring through its prey. You did not attempt to hide your protectiveness, there was no use. Seeing you practically seeth when Hak even slightly raised his voice at the young boy sent you spiraling out.

YOON was more than capable of taking care of himself, you were aware, but the thought of leaving weighted you with ineffable grief. You didn’t want to, you would never. He’s been hurt enough and you knew that your absence would crush him into pieces.

Restless nights had become scarce for him thanks to you. You never left his side, leaving him something — someone to wake up to. Occasionally, the two of you would take amongst yourselves as YOON was gradually lulled to sleep by the steady beating of your heart.

“You don't have to pretend in front of me, know?” Your voice was soft as you gently pat his head, swaying to the whispers of the ocean touching the salty coast. “I'll always be here for you Yoon, no matter what.”

You sit on the edge of a sharp peak, its warm surface faintly grazing the cold skin beneath your legs. A faint smile captured your lips as you gaze to your side. Yoon watched you, eyes wide, fingers coiled into tight fists; but not out of rage, oh no, but happiness rather.

“D...don't say embarrassing things like that, of course, you'll be here! Where would you go anyways? Hmph, you said you wouldn't leave me so I expect you to keep your promises!”

#—🍁#x reader #anime headcanons #akatsuki no yona headcanons #yona of the red dawn #yona of the dawn headcanons #yona of the dawn scenarios #yona of the dawn #akatsuki no yona #akatsuki no yona x reader #yon of the dawn x reader #yoon yona #yona yoon

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chaotic-on-main · 1 year ago

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I haven't been a Tumblr user since I was like..... 13?? I'm 22 now, and I'm wondering if there's some tips you might have for me to help reach some like minded artists/nerds!

I saw you like vox machina~ I DM sometimes! D&D is a brainworm of mine. I especially encorporate it into my art.

Also looking for moots if you're down! Thank youuu :>

HI HI!! Well first let me say, welcome back to this hellfire site!! I also took a long break between the ages of 17-24 lol.

Thank you for reaching out and following!! I'd love to be moots, I'm so happy you asked. I do wanna warn that I post anything and everything and as you can see, Attack on Titan and Levi Ackerman are my main obsessions right now but there will be the occasional Critical Role and Vox Machina post here and there! So I hope that's okay!!

I've tried my fair share of campaigns but unfortunately I find myself a better viewer than player, hence the 700+ hours I've put into watching these 8 idiots get up to no good haha! That's awesome that you DM!!

As for the tips...hmm. I don't know what I can say really other than to jump head first into the community of your choosing!! I never in my lifetime thought I would find a place in a community but the AoT and Levi Ackerman communities have been so welcoming and friendly! And all it took was me to come out of my shell and reblog, comment, and send asks to my favorite users!! So I would say that would be a good start. I've made so many friends and acquaintances from being a semi-social butterfly.

Definitely add #critical role, #vox machina, and #D&D (or dungeons and dragons) to your tags so you have a specific dash to run to if you're just really craving that specific content!! If you add those tags to your specific profile, it'll make it easier for your blog to pop out to other people interested in the same thing!!

It might take some time, but you'll find more like us!! For now, I leave you with @blorbologist and @katia-dreamer, they're my main Critical Role blogs I follow!!

#asks #answered #moots 💕#welcome!!#critical role #vox machina #not aot

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bestboybarbatos · 2 years ago

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We Pin a Little Post

About the Blogger

Hullo, I'm Moth, or at least that's what you can call me. I was once a writer and artist, but I'm terribly out of practice at both. I'm hoping to rekindle those old passions, and collect what comes forth here on this lil side blog. I have a long time interest in demons, to the point of weird obsession, and frankly it was nice of Solmare to make an otome game catering specifically to that. I may also write for Arcana Twilight, since the devs aren't.

This is ultimately a fandom blog. It's multifandom, but like... compartmentalized, ya know? Same platform and genera and what not. More might come into the mix over time if I find another game with particularly interesting characters.

My favourite characters from each game are Barbatos Obey Me and Vega Arcana Twilight. I inexplicably like the little shit queen of hearts in Twisted Wonderland as well, but I'm not happy about it and hold a personal grudge against Disney so I don't know if that'd ever even go anywhere.

Masterlist

Categories will be updated per fandom, category, and character, once relevant works are posted. Writing will likely be cross-posted to AO3 and art might be posted on DeviantArt, if I can ever be assed enough to learn how to use it again.

Arcana Twilight

Art

Nothing Here Yet!

Fanfiction

Nothing Here Yet!

Headcanons

Nothing Here Yet!

Requests (Currently CLOSED)

Nothing Here Yet!

Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Art

Nothing Here Yet!

Fanfiction

Nothing Here Yet!

Headcanons

Nothing Here Yet!

Requests (Currently CLOSED)

Nothing Here Yet!

Ideas and Works in Progress

A place for me to make notes of things I'd like to make, and give you guys a preview of what might come!

Arcana Twilight

I have a fic I want to write that hops through several games with one of my OC's that starts here. OCxVega, though gets poly after the Arcana Twilight arc. The OC is a fem-presenting enbie named Nova.

Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Witchling!AU - OCxBarbatos

Ultimately a soulmate AU with a lot of extra nonsense. Follows an OC from prior to her arrival to the devildom to... whenever I get sick of writing it tbh. OC is named Merry, and the concept of gender escapes her. Set in a vaguely medieval times in some version of the human world, either just before or just after the Demon King took the big sleep. Merry is something called a witchling, and boy is the church pissed about that. Some nonsense happens and she's brought to the devildom at age 5 or so and taken in by the brothers. More canon depiction of the characters than Culture Shock will have.

Culture Shock - OC!MCxEveryone

Obey Me: Poly, Fucked Up, Monsterfucker Edition. If you really think about it, there's a decent amount of morally dubious activities in canon, but it's hidden under a rosy veneer of ooey gooeyness. I'd like that veneer to not be there and there to be a lot more fucked up shit happening in literal hell. I'd like demons to be much more different than humans than they're depicted in the game. One part brutal retelling, one part Yandere AU, I guess lol. OC MC isn't named yet because I'm looking for something Thematically Appropriate, but they're a goth gremlin child raised by a single father who's interest in the occult rubbed off on his spawn. They took a nosedive into demonolatry in high school, but slowly distanced themselves after the more physical world made it hard to focus on that. So yeah, more demonic demons, more esoteric angels, an AFAB goth dommy mommy MC, an exploration of the fucked up cultures of heaven and hell, and Too Much Smut, all wrapped up in the package of the exchange program.

Body headcanons for everyone, canon and Culture Shock versions

Personal spaces headcanons for everyone

Will probably open requests for this pretty quickly, as all I want to do is think about demons.

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dissociativepouter · 2 years ago

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FAMILY VIDEO. EDDIE MUNSON.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: soooo much fluff, eddie being an idiot in love at first sight, swearing, drug mention, slight sibling rivalry, maybe ooc eddie?? i tried my best leave me alone, made eddie a one-time senior because it's easier for my little pea brain to write, i hate reading the word 'y/n' in fics so i don't use it here

synopsis: your job at the local video store is dreadful, made slightly more tolerable by your coworkers, robin and steve, and sometimes a joint or two. but when none of the three are there to accompany you on your closing shift one evening, your only source of entertainment is the frizzy-haired, cigarette-smelling, admittedly-cute guy who walks in with a flyer for his band's gig on satuday, and who also happens to be the captain and founder of your brother's stupid dnd club.

a/n: i've never written anything specifically for the internet before soooo bear with me here. also! i originally posted this with reader as a wheeler, but after getting a few comments letting me know that making reader a wheeler/henderson/harrington etc, i would be excluding readers of color and making it difficult to self-insert in the story. so i made some edits and i really hope this is better!!!

you stood leaning against the counter, mindlessly dropping a slinky between your hands, phone tucked between your ear and shoulder.

“yes, ma’am, i understand. i know. but the goonies isn’t available right now, someone took it out.” you begrudgingly explained to the middle aged mom yelling at you over the phone. “i’m sorry, ma’am, you’ll have to wait. okay. okay, have a–”

the mom hung up, and you slammed the phone back onto the receiver. “fuckin’ psycho.” you mumbled, turning back to pay the rest of your attention to the multi-colored plastic slinky, pulling it apart and pushing it back together. you was about to lurch back onto your feet and turn the sign on the door to read ‘closed’ when you heard the godforsaken ring of the bell above said door, signaling that a customer was afoot.

fifteen minutes before closing.

you rolled your eyes and continued playing with the slinky, not making eye contact with whoever walked in while letting them know in your best (weakest) customer service voice, “we close in fifteen minutes, you’re not gonna find anything.”

“not looking for a movie.” assured a voice you hadn’t heard before. you turned your head to see the frizzy-haired, puppy-eyed, leather-jacket-adorned boy stalking up to the counter holding a crumpled paper. you inhaled a breath that you would unintentionally hold for the next few seconds. he seemed to stop or slow in his tracks when you looked at him. he was caught off guard. you didn’t blame him, you’d never met as far as you could remember. he was cute. in an arrogant, smartass, i-wanna-kiss-you-just-so-you-shut-the-fuck-up way.

“um… hi, there.” he greeted awkwardly, taken aback, as he leaned against the other side of the counter. the smell of stale pot and leather wafted your way. he smiled crookedly.

“...hi. can i help you?” you weren’t having any of it.

“yeah, i was wondering if i could get this on the thingy over there?” he handed you the paper across the counter as he nodded towards the general direction of the corkboard on the wall covered in advertisements, his rings clinking against the wood, still smiling. so smug. you put the slinky down and took the paper from his hand, breaking eye contact to skim the text.

“corroded coffin?” you questioned, half-judging him, raising an eyebrow.

“‘s my band.” he smiled a dopey smirk, twisting one of his rings with his finger.

“yeah, i see that.” you nodded, looking back at the paper, taking it with two hands now and leaning back against the counter, then looking back up at him. “i don’t know. you any good?”

“we’re… decent,” he scratched the back of his neck. you laughed. “you like metal?”

you shrugged. “a little.”

“yeah, well, not to brag, but we usually get a crowd of about four old drunk dudes.” he knocked a short beat on the counter, cheeks flushing. you laughed harder.

“impressive!” you joked.

“i know,” he added as he came down from laughing. “i’m try’na get people to come see us, but i don’t think they care that much.” he scrunched his face like he was delivering bad news.

“i can’t say i blame them.”

he clutched his chest dramatically. “how dare you?”

“not my fault!”

“yeah, yeah.” he shook his head, looking around the room for a moment before turning back to you.

“i’ve never seen you around here. you look familiar, though.” he furrowed his brows, scanning your face. you shrugged.

“i don’t go out that often.”

“is that right?” he tilted his head. something about him. he had this charisma, this charm that almost outweighed how so obviously lame he was. like he didn’t know how to flirt in any way whatsoever, but it… worked? “that sucks.” he pouted, bringing a piece of his curly, overgrown hair to his mouth to cover his smile.

you felt your cheeks warm up, looking down at the floor, catching a glimpse of his shirt in the process. hellfire club. that’s your brother’s nerd thing.

you nodded at the shirt. “hey, hellfire club. that’s the thing my brother’s in.”

“oh shit, who’s your brother?” his metaphorical puppy ears perked.

“chris.”

“oh my god, williams?” he smiled, eyes widening, pushing away from the counter by his hands then pulling back in. “you’re his sister?” disbelief twisted his expression.

you nodded, laughing again at his excitement. “yeah, unfortunately.” you could feel the sizzling feeling of frustration dissolve in your chest with every smile he gave.

he clapped before pointing frantically at you, his head lolling to the side, stepping back in realization. “that’s who you look like! i knew i’ve seen that face somewhere. wow, that’s crazy.” he mindlessly stalked a few feet from the counter then came back, resting his forearms back on the wood.

you giggled, shaking your head. “ew, no, i do not look like him.”

“oh, no, you definitely don’t.” he shook his head, smiling. “that kid could never.”

you chewed your cheek, your neck growing hotter. “what’s your name?”

“eddie. munson.” did he really just stutter over his own name?

you gave him your name.

“thought so.” he smiled, dropping his hand back onto the counter.

you kept eye contact for what felt like hours but what was only a few seconds before you broke the silence.

“so you go to hawkins, then?”

“yeah, unfortunately.” he repeated your words.

“senior?”

“yup.” he popped the p, nodding.

“same.”

“that’s weird. i’ve heard a lot about you, but i’ve never seen you.”

“oh? you’ve heard about me?” you tilted your head.

“yeah, the infamous williams sister. he likes to complain about you a lot.”

“of course he does.” you rolled your eyes at the anecdote.

“says you’ve been – his words, by the way, not mine – an ‘absolute heinous bitch’ since your weed dealer left town.” he pulled his mouth into a nervous, bracing expression, pulling his hair back towards his mouth.

“did he actually say that?”

he nodded.

“that fucker. i’m gonna kill him.”

“well, is it true?”

“what, that i’m a heinous bitch?” you raised an eyebrow.

“no!” he laughed. “you’re definitely a little scary, but no. that your dealer left?”

you laughed too, a funny sensation running down your spine at the knowledge that he found you scary.

“yeah, it’s true. why? do you know someone?”

“what makes you think i know someone?” he asked, mock-surprised.

“i know you know someone. because you reek of weed.”

he leaned his head close to his shoulder and inhaled. “shit.” he flushed, dropping his head onto the counter, embarrassed.

you giggled. “did i guess right?”

he smirked devilishly. “yeah, i do. i’ll give you his address if you want.”

you nodded, ripping a piece of paper from the notebook on the counter then grabbing a pen from the cup and handing both to him. “yes, please. i haven’t had a smoke in weeks, it’s been hell.”

“oh, poor you.” he spoke with his eyes to the paper, scribbling an address in almost incomprehensible writing. you rolled your eyes as he slid it back to you tauntingly, finally locking eyes again. those eyes. “go there tomorrow. 6 p.m.”

“got it.” you pushed the paper into your back pocket after reading his almost illegible handwriting. forest hills trailer park, third trailer on the left.

“i gotta say, i did not expect chris’ sister to be so…” he opened his palm in front of him and circled you in the air, looking specifically at your necklaces, your band t-shirt, your jacket. “the way you are.”

“‘the way i am?’ what the hell’s that supposed to mean?” you questioned in mock offense, unable to stifle your smile.

“just– i don’t know.” he dropped his hand back on the counter, giving up. “cool. or whatever.”

“cool or whatever.” you raised an eyebrow.

“shut up. you know what i mean.” he dropped his head back down, embarrassed again.

you laughed harder. “no, i don’t think i do.”

he looked up and scanned you again, then covered his face with his hands.

you chuckled, then looked at the clock. 4:58 pm.

“shit. i have to lock up now, we close in, like, two minutes.”

“oh,” he looked disappointed, not mocking this time. “okay.”

“i’ll put this up on the board for you, though?” you looked back at the ad for his concert once more. may 10th.

“yeah, thanks.” he turned away for the door before stopping in his tracks and turning again, snapping his fingers. “hey! do you need a ride home, actually?”

you chuckled at the obvious searching for any excuse to spend just a little bit more time together.

“nah, i’ve got my bike,” you pointed to the parking lot where your dark purple bike was resting on the rack.

he looked over to it, then chewed his cheek, nodding. “oh. alright. well, i’ll see you… i don’t know when i’ll see you, actually.” he ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up further, searching for something to do with his hands.

“how about i come to your show?” you tried to reassure him that he’d see you again, but it was mostly just reassuring yourself that you’d see him again.

“really?” his eyes brightened.

“yeah, why not?”

“okay. okay, i’ll practice extra hard, then.”

“you better, ‘cause i’m gonna leave early if you sound like shit.”

“challenge accepted.” he raised his eyebrows through his bangs, his rings clinking against the metal of the door handle.

“bye, munson.” you giggled. he’s so dumb, it’s adorable. you couldn’t remember what it was you were so upset about when he first walked in. “hey, by the way, you know the corkboards are public, right? you didn’t need to ask to put your paper on it.”

he flushed harder at the sound of his name in your mouth, turning around with his back to the door, looking you in the eyes one more time. “i know.”

and before you could even be shocked, he was already out the door, hollering, “say hi to chris for me!”

“wow.” you whispered to yourself, shaking your head and chuckling in disbelief as you watched him stalk over to his beat-up, dark red 1969 pontiac firebird.

this guy’s gonna be the death of you.

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hyprfixations · 3 years ago

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museums & ice cream cones

Summary: You and your boyfriend attend a gallery night but things didn’t go according to plan.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: RPF, smut, fluff FLUFF, a bit of dirty talk

Word Count: 2200+

A/N: This is officially my second Chris Evans fic posted here and the first had so many likes! Thank you as always! I hope this one tickles your fancy too! Your like, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

**I edit my own work, this is not beta'd and there will be errors. I do not consent for my work to be reproduced outside of Tumblr without my consent.**

The night started out great. Chris would brush his fingers on your bare back and whisper sweet nothings to your ear. His love language has always been physical touch and you can't quite concentrate at the art pieces right in front of you.

"Your dress is too skimpy for my liking, sweetheart. You wouldn't mind if I take it off of you?" Chris leans to your ear, his warm breath tickling your earlobe, making you giggle.

This museum visit is an impromptu date night with the sole purpose of buying a piece of artwork for his new house. He specifically told you that it will be your art of choice so here you are, supporting one of your favorite emerging artists. The paintings he's done are mostly of landscapes. Those of icy fjords with a mix of breathtaking strokes that surpass the views of realism.

"That would definitely fit in your bedroom. Just a bit above the headboard." You point out to a painting of Greek Gods but with a somehow modern take on it. Chris smiles and nods, also looking at the other paintings.

You spot the artist talking to a couple of people and even though you wanted to talk his ear off, he's probably too busy anyway. But when Chris walked away to mingle and the artist had no one to talk to, you took your chance and praised his brilliant mind.

"Hi! I'm Y/N and may I just say that I am a huge fan of your work?" You smile and he does too.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. Well, thank you so much. See anything you like?" He stretches out his hand to meet yours and you're suddenly giddy like a schoolgirl. The artist is not that far from your age but you've always wondered how incredibly talented he is.

"Everything I see I want to take home, to be completely honest."

The artist chuckles and held his chest, trying to suppress more laughter.

"Actually, since you're the expert here, would it be okay if I ask you a question? From an artist standpoint?"

He nods, "Sure. Hit me with it."

"So, uhm, my boyfriend bought a new house and wanted an art piece for it. What work of yours do you think would fit?" Your crossing your fingers and hoping he wouldn't think you're weird but he touches his chin and looked around, really contemplating about your question.

"That's quite a hard question to answer. Let me ask you this though, what would you like this art piece to convey? Warmth? Elegance? Or just simply a painting in a room?"

You realized you really haven't thought about any of those and felt defeat in one of your main purpose for this night. The artist noticed your silence and smiles at you.

"I must've caught you off guard, I apologize. But since your boyfriend decided for you to choose this art piece and not himself, he must be very into you."

The artist winks at you and you blush, not knowing the words to say.

"So I would assume, he wanted this painting for him to remember you by. And I think I have the perfect one for that."

You walked behind him and he stood in front of an abstract piece. It looks like abstract but at the same time it's not. The soft brushes of nude and light colors of pink, yellow and purple is just so mesmerizing to see. The artist took inspiration when he and his husband visited a tulip farm in Amsterdam after getting married. Somehow, looking at the painting, it seems a perfect choice for the house.

You arranged to buy the painting and his assistant made you fill a form when Chris suddenly slid beside you. Smiling, you look at him but there's a smug look on his face.

Chris looks at you like you did something wrong but just ignored him. You stretch your hand out to the artist and thank him.

"You must be the painter?" Chris commented sarcastically and you swear you want the ground to eat you alive.

Given that Chris is a very loving, caring and sweet boyfriend but sometimes his jealousy tantrums knows no bounds. And no bounds meaning intimately possessive.

The artist stutters but still smiles and looks at you, confused.

"I guess you could say that." The artist calmly answered.

Chris offered his hand and gave him a stern look and said, "I'm the boyfriend. Of 3 years."

You honestly just want to walk out of here and never come back. The artist just smiled and when you finally got your invoice, you thank the artist again and walked away. Not even checking if Chris is following but you're damn sure he is.

When you reach the car, you can't help but confront Chris about it. You fight over petty things but when he starts his jealousy antics without a solid basis, you will be very pissed.

"What the fuck just happened back there, Christopher?" You snapped at him. He's looking at you like you're the crazy one.

"He's obviously flirting with you!" He says after five minutes of being mute.

You scoff and slid inside the car, not caring if your dress is going to be ruined. You're night is ruined enough and you don't have the energy to even explain things.

You stayed silent for the huge part of the ride and when you're finally at Chris's home, you wanted to go back to your apartment and be alone.

Chris doesn't speak a word but blocked the door when you grabbed your purse.

"Get away from the door, Chris."

"You're not leaving."

"Really? We're doing this now?"

"You looked so giddy when talking to him! You even blushed!"

You can't help but laugh, finding his accusations very funny. Times like these, you feel like he doesn't trust you. Like you would go and flirt unapologetically while he's just in the same room. Sometimes, he's not giving you enough credit.

"He's got a husband for fucks sake!"

That caught him off guard and somehow you bolted out the door with him still blocking it. But of course, he's quick enough to snatch you and pick you up cave style back to the living room.

He carefully places you on the sofa and kneels in front of you. He kisses your knees and the inside of your thighs.

"I'm so so so sorry, baby." He proceeds to remove your heels and massage both of your feet lightly.

You roll your eyes, still angry at him. He stood up and walked to the kitchen and retrieved a pint of ice cream. Cookies and cream, one of his favorites. Feeding me is one of Chris's way of apologizing but you feel not in the mood and just want to sink in a bed and sleep.

He feeds you one spoonful and you take it, saying you're good. He insists and you try so hard not to take another when the spoon slipped off his hand and onto your lap. The wet and cold making you gasp. He wipes his mouth and sets the pint of ice cream on the table.

But instead of running off to get towels, Chris just stared at you and the blob of ice cream dripping towards your inner thigh. His gaze became predatory and you just watch what he'll do next.

He took you by surprise when he licked the sweet liquid off your skin. Your thighs clenched and even though you're still mad at him, your insides disagree. They're melting like a puddle from what he just did.

You took a deep breath, willing to ignore him and punish him for being petty, he then removes his tie, not losing eye contact.

"Please accept my apology," he said, tossing the tie on the floor and pulls you until your ass is hanging on the edge of the seat.

He wasted no time and puts your panties to the side, teasing your nub with his delicate thumb. A hundred nerve endings light up and a million exploded when he slid his tongue over your center. All the way up, slowly, like he's torturing you.

You held on to the chair with both hands, fearing you'll slide to the floor with how weak your knees are.

Your moans can be heard throughout the room and the gentle lapping sound his tongue makes. It's always been like this with Chris. Every fleeting moment has been quite an adventure and you love every second of it. He can be quite unpredictable when it comes to bed and would surprise you until now.

"Do you forgive me now?" He looks up at you and you look down with hooded eyes, his face looks blurry with all the shut-eye you've been doing and it takes a few seconds til it becomes clear. His beard is tickling the inside of your thighs, shiny from going down on you.

You chuckle, unable to formulate any word.

"You know I'm not going to stop until you forgive me right?" He smirks at you and all you can do is pull him up and your lips crashed. The passion so thick in the air as your tongue danced with your taste on his.

With both breath hitching, you grabbed his hair and whispered, "Forgiven."

He smiles and his blue eyes seemed lighter than usual. He carries you to bed, never breaking the kiss, and giggling when he bumped his knee on the food of the bed. He looked down at you and you're already certain about what he's going to do.

"Don't you dare!" You screamed the last word as he tossed you like an empty sack on the center of the bed, bouncing further to the headboard.

He removes every piece of clothing he has and crawls to you, completely naked. You giggle when he pulls both of your feet and leaning your legs flat against his chest. You can feel his length teasing your entrance and all you can do is wait patiently at what he'll do next.

But then he plunge right in, causing you to yelp, pain and pleasure mixing within seconds. You were shocked but aroused at the same time.

"I fucking love being inside you."

You remained speechless and just savored every move he makes. He pulls out and slams back in, turning your insides into jelly.

With each thrust, you feel your orgasm building up. You can feel the pressure pooling in your stomach like a tight knot ready to snap.

He flips you to your back and pull your hair. Rough but gentle at the same time. You unconsciously held to the night table, the lamp falling sideways and made a loud thump on the carpeted floor.

As he whispered how close he is into your ear, you matched his rhythm, slamming against with each thrust. Your moans and his groans filled the already charged room and you stayed in the same position for a few seconds before he pulled out and runs to the bathroom, giving you a fresh towel to clean yourself with.

He gives you a kiss on the lips and you lie in bed, sated and happy. You're about to pick up the damaged lamp when you noticed a key on the floor. A very similar one to the house key but this one's in gold.

Chris is already wearing his boxers when he came out of the bathroom and brought you some fresh PJs too.

"Is this a spare? You must've dropped it. I saw it on the floor."

He suddenly can't look you in the eye. And he only does that if he can't tell you something. You quickly slip on your PJs and crossed your arms, trying to intimidate him.

"I was, uh —"

You urge him to go on but he stops again, plopping himself to bed.

"Are you going to tell me?"

He stays silent again and even though you hate doing it, you pick up your phone and dialled Scott's number. Usually he can tell you instead of his brother.

But before the third ring, he snatched your phone and ended the call.

"Okay, fine. I was about to ask you to move in. But I know you won't leave your apartment and I know —"

You place a finger on his lips, he's rambling and saying nonsense things, stopping him from saying more. Chris has many love languages and you're favorite is his touch. He clings to you like you're the only thing that matters. And as your foreheads touch, you ask him

"Why don't you ask me now?" Caressing his beard, all the way to the back of his head, slightly tugging his hair.

He hesitated for a moment and picked up the spare key and got down on his knees.

"My beautiful, beautiful Y/N, would you do me the honors of being your roommate? I can do the dishes."

"You are so fucking cheesy... Yes!"

He cheers and hugs you, and does his little happy dance.

"You always think of the worst outcomes. Did you really think I would say no? I practically live here."

He's silent for a minute, just staring at you, mischief behind his eyes.

"I want the same reaction to a velvet box."

That took the wind out of you and he laughed hysterically, too happy with his joke. You tossed pillows at him and he pulls you into him and he smelled like home.

He is home.

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andrewrenaissance · 3 years ago

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Malfunctions (Peter Parker!)

Summary: Quickie in a lab with Peter 3. Based on a request from @stylesofhemmings

Warning: Smut

Words: 3.6k

Masterlist

(You might have seen this already. It’s a re-post from my main. I had decided to create a sideblog only a couple of hours after posting. Sorry.)

Note: I do have a bit of an issue with the age gap because she is most likely still in high school when she is their friend and he is obviously older so! to make it less inappropriate i suggest her being older than her friends, or Peter being younger! or think whatever you want but don't come at me for encouraging such relationships, because that's not what i am doing at all and when I was writing this i imagine them to be more age balanced

Also big ouffffing thank you to my one and only who read this for me before posting and helped me figure out the title. ♥ you are fucking awesome my bestest dude ♥

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A confused expression settled on her face when she entered the lab. The room that was filled with a number of voices speaking over each other only a couple of minutes ago was now occupied only by Peter. Not their Peter. The other one. The one who had walked into Ned’s living room in his suit. Peter that made her feel jittery when she looked at him, but from whom she couldn’t take her eyes away. No matter how hard she tried. He was humming some tune that she didn’t know while eyeing some bottle with a weird bright green liquid in it.

“Where did everyone go?”

He turned around, making the open laboratory coat whirl slightly around him before he dropped his hands into its pockets.

“Peter,” he cleared his throat and then grinned, realising his mistake of not being specific enough. “Your Peter needed a moment,” he explained softly. His heart aching for his loss. “MJ went with him. Ned got a call from Lola. And the other Peter….,” Peter let out a puff of breath. “I am actually not sure where he went.” He shook his head, trying to think back and rewind if he even mentioned it. “Yeah. I don’t think he said anything.”

“Oh. Okay,” she nodded her head and set the backpack near the chairs. She was just about to plop down on one of them when her eyes stopped on the objects on the counter. “Are those…?” She started out, but Peter interrupted her.

“Yup, they are,” he informed her proudly. “We got them all finished just a little while after you left.” His brows furrowed as he said it, because the answer escaped his mouth way too fast and way too confident. Pretty embarrassing, considering that he had tried to make it seem like he didn’t even realise her presence before.

He didn’t want to be rude. He surely hoped that it didn’t come off that way. After all, he had plenty of work on his hands. It was for the best.

“That’s cool.” She cheered and took a few steps forward. She didn’t dare to touch any of that, but it was fascinating that they managed to come up with the cures in such a rush.

“You sure it’s going to work?” She wondered, and glanced over at him expectantly.

He let out a nervous chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck. “We sure hope so.” Peter shrugged as he joined her by the counter. “The only way to find out is to give it a go and see. When they get back we will get going,” he explained, though that part was already obvious to her.

“What’s the plan?”

His head tilted to the side, and the corners of his mouth twitched in a smile. “I am not sure I should fully disclose that.”

“Just partly will do,” she grinned.

“Okay… We are going to go outside. Find them. Probably get our ass kicked for a bit, but then we rise on top of them in triumph, plop those in, cure them and…”

“And then you will hopefully return home,” she finished, trying not to roll her eyes at his vague description, since that was something she could have easily figured out herself.

“Exactly!” He exclaimed, flashing her some finger guns.

“Not that I don’t think that this place is cool and wouldn’t like to stay here!” He insisted right after, quickly shaking his head. He looked around before letting out a whistle. “This is truly incredible, you know. And… You guys are just awesome,” Peter added.

“If a version of my best friend from a different universe showed up in my living room, I am honestly not sure how I would react.” His head tilted to the side slightly and his eyes narrowed as if he was trying to think about it before he decided to just drop it and flashed her a grin instead.

“You guys took it like champs and took us in. You allowed us to become a part of your team. I appreciate that.” He placed his hand on his heart while he said that. “Also, your chocolate milk is soooo different from ours,” he added, his wide eyes making it obvious how much he has been blown away by that. “One would expect they would taste the same. Milk is milk, sugar is sugar and chocolate is chocolate,” he listed, manoeuvring his hands around while he spoke. “How could they differ, right? But somehow they do and it’s fascinating. And man, I do wonder what the other drinks and foods are like beca-“

His impassioned monologue was cut short by her lips landing on his. The kiss was light and careful, almost as if she was afraid that he would disappear to where he had come from under her touch. But he didn’t. His lips felt warm and soft against hers. She kissed his bottom lip and lingered there, her body moving closer to him as if obeying some invisible pull that wouldn’t let go.

His hand raised to her waist and squeezed it gently, creasing the fabric of her top. He parted his lips and leaned into the kiss, caressing and tasting her lips in return. A soft, content hum escaped her mouth before she deepened the kiss, her tongue finding its way into his mouth at last. Nothing about his reaction made it seem like she had crossed any lines. The way his tongue brushed against her lightly, inviting her in for more.

“Shit,” she breathed out as she pulled away, quickly letting go of his coat. She turned her glance away, hoping that he couldn’t see the heat she felt burning in her cheeks. “Sorry.” She rubbed her palms against her thighs. “I usually don’t do things like this. I don’t know why I did that.”

A sheepish smile slowly spread over Peter’s face as he shook his head. He reached out and captured her fingers with his.

“That’s cool, really.” Peter shrugged and tugged her back closer to him. “Neither do I, to be honest,” he confessed with a quick chuckle. He brought his other hand up to her face and softly rubbed his thumb over her heated cheek. “Weirder things have happened today though, haven’t they?” He pointed out playfully before leaning in, giving her the time to pull away if necessary.

Luckily enough, she didn’t, and Peter smiled against her lip when their lips connected again. The shy, gentle stage of innocently exploring the taste of the other was completely skipped.

He was not going to disappear. Not now. Not yet.

She craved for the newly discovered, exciting taste of him just like he yearned for hers. Their tongues soon meeting inside her mouth while he let go of her hand.

It stroked over her thigh on its way to her ass, giving it a good handful squeeze. Deep in the kiss, Peter stumbled back until his back was leaning against the counter. Her body pressed against his. Having her so close made touching her so tempting. Carefully, Peter slipped his hand under the hem of her shirt. She hummed into his mouth then, ignoring the goosebumps she got as his fingers dragged and drew over the bare skin on her stomach and sides.

She nodded her head slightly, showing her approval once he was lifting her shirt. Her waist was already fully exposed when Peter removed his hand, nervously showing both of his hands in his pockets as he pulled back.

“You know that I can’t stay here,” he reminded her with a sigh, looking at her almost apologetically.

“Yeah, I know.”

“I mean… I would love to, at least for a while. It’s not like there’s a lot waiting for me back at home,” Peter confessed with a huff. “I never thought I would ever experience something like this,” he said and vaguely nodded around him. “But… My aunt, May, is still alive.” His voice softened. “And I am kinda the only person she has left, so I gotta return for her, you know?”

“Alright.” She nodded with a smile. “That’s fine. I understand,” she promised, and took a step closer to be able to kiss him again. Tugging on his sleeve, she got his hand out of the pocket and then tangled their fingers, slowly guiding his hand back under her shirt.

Peter allowed himself to get lost in her sweet mouth again. His worries and concerns disappearing to the back of his mind for a while.

He wasn’t lying when he had said that things like this were out of his character. Juggling his ordinary life with being a Spider-man was already pretty difficult. Dating was not an option for many reasons, and the couple of times he had found himself in the bed of a stranger in the past had always left him with a bitter taste in his mouth and feeling like an absolute dick in the end.

“I just don’t want you to do something you will regret,” he muttered against her lips with a sigh. “Something you don’t actually want to do…”

She didn’t reply at first and just kissed the corner of his mouth. She then guided her lips over his jawline to his neck, making him tilt his head back in pleasure. “Does it look like I am doing something I don’t want to do?” She wondered, and her middle pressed against him.

“It seems like you are doing just fine,” he admitted and let out a soft groan when she sucked on his skin lightly.

In one brisk moment, Peter pulled his free hand out of his pocket and shot his webs towards the door, securing them from opening. As soon as the possibility of someone walking in on them was eradicated, he didn’t waste any other time before pulling her shirt over her head.

He bowed his head down to her chest and peppered it with short, wet kisses while made the lab coat slide down his arms. He left a small mark on her skin, right next to where her bra was cupping her breast.

Her fingers roamed around his hips, trying to find a way under the smooth material, but with no success. Peter stopped in his glistening tracks over her chest. “This is a bit embarrassing,” he started out with a chuckle and pressed one more kiss to her breast. “There’s this zipper at the back but it is honestly a pain to get the thing on and off,” he admitted quietly, his eyes closing momentarily in a wish that she wouldn’t insist on getting it out of the way.

“Got it,” she hummed out and instead of continuing to get him out of it, she just let her hand slide over the material, feeling his firm body under it.

“Does it mean that the pants have to stay on too?” She wondered a moment later, making him chuckle into her neck.

“Not necessarily, no,” he assured with a chuckle. “Actually, it would be deeply appreciated if they didn’t.” His suit was fairly comfortable, as it fit him like a glove. The fabric elastic enough to allow him to move around with ease. However, it was not created with a boner in mind. It was not an issue he had to deal with often during his patrols. And right now, it made his crotch area feel a bit too… tight.

“How do I… then?” Her hand slid lower, searching a way to get them off while he made his way up to her lips.

“Zipper on the side,” Peter muttered before kissing her. “Left,” he hummed. “No, wait. Right.”

Once she knew what and where she was supposed to be looking for, it was easy to undo them and pull them down just enough to have access to the bulge in his boxers. She palmed him through the fabric, making him sigh heavenly right below her ear. He sucked on the sensitive skin there before he pulled away slightly. His cheeks flushed and eyes opened wide.

“I don’t have….,” he started out, feeling quite stupid for not realising this devastating fact a bit earlier. Cooling himself down would have been much easier if only they had kept their clothes on. How on Earth was he supposed to cope now? A heavy sigh escaped his mouth as she pushed his hands away and he threw his head back, groaning at himself in frustration. Condoms were never something he had considered important enough to keep with him when he ventured out. What a grand mistake…

“I should have one in my bag,” she noted as she stepped away from him in order to get it. She didn’t get too far though since he pulled her close to him again and kissed. She didn’t see it but heard the whizzing noise of his webbing shooting through the air. He grinned at her as he put the backpack between them, passing it into her hands.

He watched her as she quickly fished through it. The simple task turned into an ordeal when everything seemed to slip out of her fingers as she could feel his expectant eyes on her. Finally, the small packet reached her palm, and she put it on the counter. The bag falling carelessly down to the floor when it was no longer needed.

With his mouth on hers once more, he managed to tug her jeans down to her knees. None of them paid much attention to them dropping lower, all the way down to her ankles. He gripped on her ass with both of his hands before allowing one of his hands to slide down between her thighs for a moment, touching her heat through the thin fabric. A moment later, he lifted her up in his arms and turned them around so that he could sit her on the counter he was previously leaning against.

His hot breath tickled her cheek as he sighed out. A wave of pleasure washing over him thanks to her sneaky hand in his underwear. She felt him throbbing in her hand as she stroked him and part of her regretted that they didn’t have more time. As she spread some of the pre-cum around, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to slide her tongue over the veiny shaft and what his reaction would be if her lips closed around him.

This was not in their cards, though. Maybe some other time, if the universes cracked again and their paths would meet once more. There would be enough time to think about it all, fantasise about what could have been later. She should enjoy the little she could get now.

Almost as if he knew that her mind was spiralling, as if he was trying to bring her back to him, he pushed her bra out of the way on one side. He swirled his tongue around her nipple before kissing it and gently taking it between his teeth.

She adjusted her hips on the counter, attempting to move closer to him as the tension in her belly started to feel more and more urgent. Too impatient and too needy to wait any longer, she pulled his underwear down before reaching for the condom. He dragged one hand over her thigh, tracing the inner side slightly before feeling her wet underwear. His fingers teased her slowly, and he chuckled quietly to himself when her own fingers fumbled a bit at that. She shot him a look, causing him to mumble out a quiet apology while she slid the condom on his cock.

When her hands were free and there was no danger of her dropping anything, Peter slipped his fingers past her panties and trailed them over her burning core. A tiny smirk tugged on the corner of his mouth when she let out a soft gasp. He couldn’t resist the temptation of pushing his fingers inside and getting a feel of what was going to surround and embrace his cock soon. The feeling of her body heat and juices was so damn inviting. He almost moaned out along with her when he curled his fingers up inside her.

Peter had to remind himself that they didn’t have time and his middle almost ached when he brought himself to pull his fingers out of her again. He gripped her thighs, pulling her all the way to the edge of the counter. Her underwear was pushed to the side when his cock finally pushed inside her, her walls stretching around him in ease.

She wrapped her arms around his neck once he leaned down, seeking out her lips. He thrusted her hips against hers. His movements intentionally slow as he savoured the experience of being inside her. The way he dragged each movement made her want to crawl out of her skin in the best way possible, and she couldn’t help but moan out. He quieted her by kissing her and gradually picked up the pace of his hips.

His hand gripped her thigh while the other cupped her breast. When she clenched her walls around him, his fingers dug into her skin a bit too hard, leaving him apologising under his shallow breath.

“It’s fine,” she assured him while kissing on his jaw, trying her best to keep her mouth busy and prevent herself from making any sound. Still, a whimper slipped out when his hand moved from her thigh and his fingers settled on her clit.

He rubbed eager, fast circles into her lap while pounding her, making some clutter inside the cabinet rattle.

Suddenly, the door began to click, and they both turned their face toward the noise, seeing the door handle move as someone tried to open the door.

“They won’t get in,” he promised in a whisper, trying to kiss at least a bit of the worry from her face. She gave him a bit concerned look, clearly still having some doubts.

“What the hell?” Ned exclaimed behind the door, tugging on the handle some more.

“My webbing stopped bigger disasters from happening. It won’t open. I swear,” he insisted in a hushed voice. His cheeks deep red as his cock continued to slide back and forth, the tempo more hectic than before.

“Guys?! Are you in there?!”

She gripped on his shoulder with one hand, the other holding on the edge of the cabinet so tightly that her knuckles were almost turning white. Her lips parted, and she breathed heavily against him.

“Quiet,” he reminded in a low voice after she left out a couple of soft, desperate sounds.

Though he had advised her to keep quiet just a moment ago, he almost failed at it himself when her open mouth pressed against the side of his neck and her teeth grazed his skin before pinching him.

She didn’t have any other means how to stay hush once she reached her climax and the powerful feeling overcame her.

“Fuck,” Peter cussed under his breath as her walls squeezed him tightly and her whole body shivered underneath him. The sensation of that was more than enough to ruin everything he had been working on for the last two minutes when he tried so desperately to not cum first. There was no need nor time to deprive himself of the sweet release any longer, anyway. He came with her hips rocking against him in return. Her breath hot and heavy on his skin.

“Thank fucking God. I was afraid that you guys left without me.” They heard Ned behind the door as someone joined him.

“What? No. Of course not.” The other Peter spoke out.

Quickly, the pair pulled away from each other. Trying to make themselves look more presentable and less…. Fucked.

“I know that MJ and Peter went to get a breather, but the rest of the lot should be around here. Why don’t you go inside?”

“I tried. It won’t open. No one seems to be in there!” He argued.

She and Peter exchanged a look. None of them able to keep their face straight.

“No, there is someone in there,” Peter behind the door insisted. “I can hear them.”

“Thank you,” Peter hummed out after he pulled her in for the last kiss.

“My pleasure,” she smiled and adjusted the collar of his coat.

His eyes twinkled at her before he jogged away towards the door. “Thank fucking god,” he exclaimed for the others to hear. “Can you push on the door on three? I will pull,” he instructed.

“I toyed around a bit with Peter’s webbing and got us stuck here. Not sure if it was my incompetence or some malfunction but….”

The two Spider-men managed to open the door together, and both Peter and her sent the men in the corridor a somewhat relieved smile.

“But I tried to get in and… you guys didn’t say anything,” Ned stated.

Peter turned around to glance at her, puffing out some air. “Did you hear anything?” He asked her.

She shook her head. “The printer over is pretty loud, we must have not heard you through that,” she explained, motioning towards some… thing in the corner of the room.

Peter scrunched up his face slightly at that, shaking his head. “That’s not a printer,” he informed her kindly, flashing her a bit of sheepish smile. “But it /is/ very loud,” he agreed enthusiastically. “Everything feels a bit too loud. I feel a bit overstimulated, actually. Don’t you?” He turned back to Peter casually and curiously raised his brows.

“I am good.” He shrugged, making the alternate version whistle in surprise.

“That’s weird, man.”

Another shrug. His eyes jumped between the two of them for a moment, but he stayed quiet until the moment when he was walking past him.

“Did the pants of your suit malfunction, too?”

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Good little girl

*gif is not mine*

Note - Requested by @holacia2 and a part two to good little wife. And special thanks to @gotnofucks for all her help! I'm so overwhelmed with all the love that fic got I hope y'all like this little follow up as well❤❤

Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

Summary - Married life isn't always easy. Will you be able to solve your problems?

Warnings - 18+ only explicit sexual content, younger woman/older man, daddy kink, soft dark!Andy, SO MUCH MISOGYNY, housewife kink, innocence kink, (accusations of) cheating, arranged/forced marriage, spanking, possessive Andy.

Pairing - Mob!Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 4.9k

Masterlist is linked in the bio and the pinned post!

You handed your mother the brownies you had baked, she thanked you, telling you how it was so unnecessary, before Andy placed the wine you had gotten on the way over on the kitchen counter.

“Why don’t you go keep your father in law company, Andrew?” your mom told him. He only nodded before making way to his boss.

“So? How are things going with him?” she asked. “You are positively glowing honey! Do you have any good news yet?”

“Mom!” you gasped.

Over the past seven months you had only seen your mother a handful of times. You were still a bit upset with her for marrying you off to an older man you barely knew, a man who you thought despised you so much he refused to even touch you.

You knew she didn’t really have a say in it. Your father never really valued her opinion, there was no way she would’ve been able to stop it but she hadn’t even so much as tried.

“No, I don’t. And I won’t any time soon,” you huffed.

While being a mother was something you’d like to experience someday, you didn’t know if you were quite ready for it yet. Which was good because Andy didn’t want kids for the next few years either, he had taken you to a doctor to get you on birth control as soon as the holidays were over.

He stated that he wasn’t ready to share you just yet. That he wasn’t sure he wants his kids to be a part of the mob, which you didn’t want either.

“Oh, but you have to, cookie. I need a distraction. Being a mom is all I’ve ever known and ever since you left the house has been so empty.”

“Well, what about daddy?” you frowned. He had never really liked spending time with your siblings or your mother, but to leave her be on her own like that.

“He’s always with Charlotte,” she rolled her eyes. “I would’ve been fine with it, he’s always been like that, can’t expect him to change now, but he brought her here, now, to a family dinner.” She sighed in resignation.

You had heard a familiar high pitched annoying laugh upon coming home, but you thought that to be one of your brothers floozies.

Charlotte, or Cherry, used to be a good friend of yours in college. Before you brought her home for the holidays of your freshman year and she decided to shack up with your married father, who was almost thrice her age. You lost touch with her after that.

“I’m telling you, honey, a kid is a good way of securing your marriage and starting a family. You are young now... but you will grow old someday. Andrew’s a good man... but he is still a man at the end of the day.”

You scoffed at that, “I won’t have you talking that way about my husband! We are already a family, we’re in love each other and he’s nothing like dad.”

She gave you a teary smile, “Young love--is just so innocent and beautiful. You always see the best in people, cookie. I hope I’m wrong about this. Any man would be an idiot to not appreciate you.”

“Andy does appreciate me. And take good care of me, ma...” you trailed off.

He did take good care of you. After the night you consummated your marriage he brought you breakfast in bed. He hadn’t kept his hands off of you for the past few weeks, doting on you any chance he could get, telling you he loved you every chance he got.

But you wondered... did he love you?

The kind of love you’d only ever read about in classical novels. The kind of love you’d dreamt of having ever since you could remember, the kind you thought you once had with someone, but didn’t. You didn’t love Alex the way you love Andy. You were in love with the idea of Alex. You knew Andy now. You knew how kind, passionate and fierce he was, your love for him consumed every single part of you. Where you would literally die for him.

But did he love you for you. Or was he just lonely because it was Christmas. You had avoided taking the tree and the decorations down, begging him, even dropping to your knees and making love to him with your mouth, you didn’t know much but Cherry had taught you that you could get men to do anything for you just by kneeling before them.

While he was very obviously pleased with your passion, returning the favor tenfold, till your thighs burned from his bread and you were shouting for him to stop, he still took the decorations down. He said he wanted to start anew this year. He made a resolution to be the best husband he could.

But you were going to protect your heart this time, hope for the best but still prepare for the worst.

Unfortunately, you had been seated next to Cherry. You found out that your father was living with her now and that while she had hoped he’d leave his wife for her there, but apparently there was no such luck.

“They never leave their wives do they,” she shook her head. “Oh I’m sorry! I shouldn’t be saying these things to you...”

“Its alright,” you shrugged. It would be hard to see your mother be unhappy but there was never any love between your parents. Your mother had learned to live without him and find happiness in other things, and other people, she was just a bit more sneaky about it.

“Well...” you hesitated “how do you keep a man?”

“What kind of question is that?” she giggled. “There are many ways to keep a man but you’ll have to be a bit more specific...”

You ended up changing the subject. The kind of questions you wanted to ask were not suitable for the dinner table, and you didn’t like the way Andy was staring daggers at the pair of you, almost displeased with the two of you chatting.

***

You smiled at him from the passenger seat when he put his hand on your knee, giving it a light squeeze. He had been quite the whole ride home so you decided to speak first.

“Can’t believe Cherry’s like my... step mom.” You laughed out loud at such a ridiculous notion.

“Step mom?” he furrowed his brows, turning his head to look at you.

“Oh I’m just joking,” you waved him off. “Dad would never leave my ma. He’ll move on to another one soon enough.”

He hummed, nodding, “Alright. I was just worried she was troubling you at dinner.”

“What would you have done if she was? Would you swop in like a knight in shining armor and save me from the big meanie?”

“You know I would,” he smiled.

You had asked for a piggy back ride from Andy from the garage to your home, he rolled his eyes and tried to say no but then gave in when you used your princess eyes on him.

He placed you on top of your bed, kissing the tip of your nose, he started unbuttoning his shirt to get ready for bed.

“Andy... um... Daddy?” you corrected yourself instantly.

He liked you addressing him as that whenever you both were alone, he had warned you that you would receive a punishment if you ever failed to comply.

You didn’t know what his punishment would be and you didn’t plan on finding out anytime soon. You’d withhold all affection from him if he ever dared take away the platinum card from you, or lower your allowance as your father had told him to at the dinner, ‘to tame you' supposedly.

But that wasn’t a very good plan... what if he just looked for love elsewhere.

“What is it, honey?” he asked.

“Um... do you think... you would ever take a mistress?” you gulped and prepared yourself for his answer.

“I wouldn’t...” you sighed in relief, “one woman is enough trouble.” he said flatly.

“Daddy!!” you whined, stomping your foot on the floor and folding your hands over your chest.

And he had the audacity to laugh. His laughter at your expense only fuelled your anger. “Do you want to sleep on the couch tonight?”

He finally stopped laughing, “Look at you being a big girl,” he tried to pinch your cheek but you swatted his hand away. “You don’t wanna be daddy’s little girl anymore?” he pouted.

“No... no I do!” you answered all too eager. “I’m sorry...”

“I’m sorry too, honey. I shouldn’t be making fun of you.”

“No, you shouldn’t,” you hugged his hard stomach, rubbing your cheek against his undershirt. “It’s mean, and you promised not to be mean to me.”

“I was just teasing,” he cooed, stroking your hair. And while you knew that and secretly enjoyed it even, you still wanted a serious answer out of him.

“I intend to keep my vows forever. There is just no way I could ever want anyone who’s not you.”

“Really?” you propped your chin on his abdomen, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Promise.”

***

“Um... I’m here to see Andy,” you told the lady sitting outside of, what you had been told was Andy’s office, you assumed her to be his secretary Erica.

You always packed a lunchbox for Andy, always remembering to leave a sweet note for him and he would always call you to thank you for it. You also made sure to have dinner ready before he got home on the nights he wasn’t taking you out on the town. It was just your duty as a good wife.

But Andy had been working way too much the past couple of weeks. Where he would be gone before you wake up and be back when you were already in bed. You knew his job was demanding, working for your father and being a partner in a law firm, the job was like a mistress, stealing your man away...

So you simply decided to make his favorite, food pack it up and come to him to eat it together.

“Mrs Barber! It’s so nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you,” she gave you a toothy smile, shaking your hand.

You would’ve been happy, elated that Andy talks so much about you at work. If you hadn’t smelled her perfume. So familiar... you couldn’t quite place it at first but then you remembered.

The night you had slaved away, hoping to profess your love to your husband, when he had rejected you and smelled of chanel.

“That’s a nice scent...” you wondered out loud.

“Oh thank you! I love it as well,” she said, taking in a whiff of the inside of her wrist. “It’s the new chanel one!”

“Hmm....”

You almost didn’t hear Andy calling for you. “What a nice surprise.” He kissed your cheek.

You set the food before him, thinking of telling him what was on your mind.

Was he really so cliché to have an affair with his secretary?

Could you really blame him though? Although you had been married for almost seven months, you were strangers living under the same roof for the majority of them. He wasn’t really cheating... but what if he was still doing it?

“Honey,” he shook you to get your attention. “What’s up with you today? I have a meeting in a few minutes.”

“You’re always working.” You complained.

“Well...” he grinned, grabbing at your thighs and pulling you on his lap, “I have to. If I had the choice I would never come into work, I would stay home forever, between your legs, right... here,” he snaked a hand up your leg and stroked the inside of your thigh. “You would like that wouldn’t you?”

You nodded, “I’ve been so lonely without you.”

He hummed, biting the shell of your ear before speaking into it, “I know, honey. I miss you too. But you do still remember the number one rule right?”

“Yes, daddy. Never touch myself without your permission.”

“And why is that?”

You whined, to embarrassed to say the words, “Because... it’s your... pussy.” You replied in a small shy voice.

“That’s right, sweetheart. It’s mine to do whatever I want with,” he cupped your mould, just to demonstrate what he meant but then frowned when he felt your soft curls and wet slick against his palm.

“You’re not wearing any panties, sweetheart.” He noted, surprised to your boldness.

“Um... I must’ve forgot.”

So maybe you had ulterior motives behind coming here. Your body was used to be doted on everyday now, and to not have his touch for so long was agonising. You had hoped to maybe bend down to pick up a napkin that fell ever so conveniently and flash him, it would work, he would be driven mad.

“Forgot huh?” You nodded in reply as he gathered your slick in his fingers, tracing your labia with them. “That’s too bad, If you had left them on purpose I would’ve cancelled my meeting and fucked you right here. But since it was just an innocent mistake I wouldn’t do that,” he retreated his hand, placing a soft kiss on your hair. “Thanks for lunch.”

***

You were determined to prove your worth to Andy. If he did have a mistress, whether it be his secretary or any other woman, he would forget all about her when he saw how you could do everything for him.

You had went all out today, baking a pie and a four course meal from scratch, lighting up candles, the pink babydoll that Andy had gifted you was under your dress.

He was as always exhausted when he got home, his face visibly lighting up upon seeing you, you took his hand in yours taking him to the couch and making him a glass of whiskey, you handed it to him before kneeling on the soft rug.

“You work so hard, daddy,” you murmured as your fingers worked on unzipping his pants.

He looked at you in confusion, shaking his head, “You don’t have to do that, honey,” cupping your cheek in his plan, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb.

“But I want to make you feel good,” you blinked at him.

He groaned, unable to say no when you looked so willing to please him, but at the same time he wanted to do more with you. To cuddle and watch a movie and talk, it felt as if he hadn’t in ages.

“Very well,” he nodded.

With the green signal from him, you licked your lips, tasting some of your minty gloss, taking his length out of the confines of his underwear, you took a minute to simply marvel at the sheer size and beauty of it.

You licked a stripe up the underside of it, suckling at the crown, you remembered that he liked that the best, at least from the way he twisted his hand in your hair, pulling at it till it caused a slight burn to your scalp.

You slurped his precum up before he pushed his hips up till his tip hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag around him, didn’t take him long to come down your throat.

His neck and cheek covered in a crimson blush, his chest heaving as he threw his head back against the couch.

“You did good, honey...” he rasped. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

He absolutely loved the dinner you had made for him. But when you subtly, because you were raised to be a good lady and wife, tried to coax him to make love to you before bed, he.... rejected you.

Sure, he was kind about it. He told you he was simply tired and would make it up to you. But it was still shocking how a man as insatiable as him would ever say no. You truly didn’t know what to make of it.

***

“Oh... I don’t know about this... it’s a bit too bold for me,” you bit your lip.

“Just try it on! You might end up liking it!” Cherry urged you, putting the bright red lipstick on you without waiting for an answer, “There is nothing more classic than a red lip. Or a red anything. Men go crazy for it.” She told you.

You simply hummed through closed lips as she put some finishing touches on it. “Doesn’t that look nice?” she asked, holding up a mirror before you.

You smiled, it did look different. Maybe different was what you needed. “It’s very pretty. It makes me feel... confident?” Which was strange. Because how could a simple lipstick make you feel confident?

“See! I told you. Confidence is the key to sexiness. Now, let’s talk lingerie.”

***

“Honey, I’ve been waiting for over fifteen minutes,” you heard Andy call out to you from the bedroom.

“Just a minute,” you said, perfecting your edges with a lip brush.

This was something you had never done before. You wore a lot of lingerie for Andy, but most of them were cute pastels or white nighties or babydolls. Nothing like what you were wearing right now...

A sheer black lacy body suit that clung to your body, leaving literally nothing to the imagination.

Top that off with your red lip... you looked like some kind of dominatrix. Cherry told you that most men secretly wish to be dominated. Although you highly doubted your daddy would want anything like that. Or would he?

“Alright, I’m coming out,” you announced, before shyly stepping out, your eyes trained on the floor as you twiddled with your fingers to maybe distract you from your nerves. “What do you think?”

He was speechless. His jaw almost dropping on the floor when he saw you like that. So far from his sweet girl. You were just as much beautiful and sexy, and while it wasn’t something he was used or prefer to he would welcome it if it was what you wanted.

He extended an arm to you, ready to tell you that you were sexy, that he wanted to spend hours worshipping every inch of your body, that he wanted his cock stained the shade of red you wore on your lips, that he was ready to make up for being away for weeks.

Until he saw... that.

He lowly growled your name, making your head snap up to look at him, “What did you do to your pussy?” Because from what he could see, through the sheer material, there was nothing where your pubic hair used to be.

“Uh... I uh... waxed it...” From the tone of his voice you could tell that he wasn’t too happy about it. “Do you not like it?”

“Like?” he scoffed, shaking his head. Taking a seat on the bedding, “C'mere, let me take a closer look.”

Hesitantly, you walked the few strides it took till you were standing before him.

He studied your mould, trying to take the fabric off so he could see it more properly and then tutting when he couldn’t even open the stupid thing.

“Wait, it um... opens here I think,” you interrupted his scrutiny, undoing the zipper that was on your side and taking the suit off of you.

He sighed in resignation when he saw what you had done, making you regret your ever spending so much money and going through all that pain.

He parted your lips apart, running his fingers along your vulva, acquainting himself with this new strange feel of you, “When did do this?” his blue eyes looked up at you.

“Just a couple of days ago. It’s just hair... it’ll grow back in like three weeks.”

“Three weeks?” he scoffed.

You could feel your eyes getting misty. You tried to go all out for him, to please him, be completely naked and vulnerable before him, only to have him get angry at you.

“You don’t like it,” you sniffled.

His furrowed brow softened when he saw you crying, pulling you down till you were straddling his lap, “The question isn’t whether I like it or not,” he explained, his thumb wiping your wet cheeks, “I could... maybe live with it. But I wouldn’t prefer it.”

“Okay,” you nodded.

“But for you to have done this,” he touched your newly waxed skin and almost winced at the smoothness, “You must’ve let someone else see you naked. See what belongs to me.”

“Bu - but they were all women...” you stammered, squirming in his lap as his fingers toyed with your clit.

“It doesn’t matter,” he tutted, pushing two fingers inside you, “Only I get to see you. This is MY pussy. Only I get to decide what to do with it. Do you understand?”

You nodded, holding onto his tshirt as he twisted his fingers inside you. “So-sorry, daddy.”

“No, honey, since you were bad you don’t get to call me daddy. For tonight you will address me as sir. And of course you’ll have to be punished.”

“Punished?” you pouted. “Can’t you just let me go since it was my first strike? I’ll be good from now on I promise!”

“No, you have to learn your lesson. Come on,” you yelped as he manhandled you so you were face down across his lap, “What is your safe word?”

“Unicorns” you giggled. You thought you were so witty for coming up with it. Since he for some reason was jealous of your unicorn stuffie.

He hummed, stroking the soft skin of your butt, “How does twenty sound?”

Your eyes went wide as you gasped, looking at him over your shoulder, “No!” you said.

He didn’t really plan on spanking you... did he? He liked swatting your ass here and there, and truth be told you liked it too. But you had never been spanked or even hit as a punishment.

“Well, if not this then maybe we can make you go a week without cumming.”

Your gasp was louder and even more incredulous this time. You could most definitely take twenty swats, but just the thought of not being able to finish, after knowing what an orgasm with Andy feels like, made you shiver.

“You will count each one, and then thank me for it. You are grateful I’m teaching you, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you nodded.

“Do you know how to count to twenty? Or would I have to teach you that too?” he asked ever so condescendingly as you huffed.

“Of course I do! I was just two semesters away from graduating college!” Never mind that you learned that in kindergarten.

“That’s good. Are you ready?” he asked, cracking his knuckles as he got in position.

With a nod from you he delivered the first slap to your right buttcheek, the sound of it reverberating in the room, his palm stinging slightly as he stroked the skin he had just punished, it was already warmer.

“One, sir. Thank you, sir,” you held onto a moan, it wasn’t half as bad as you thought it would be...

You jerked forward as he unceremoniously hit your other cheek, since you were unprepared for it, and he was much more brutal.

“Tw-two, sir,” you sniffled.

You considered throwing in the towel and saying your safe word by the time fifteen rolled around. Your behind was on fire, while you couldn’t see it, you just knew it was bruised. But you wanted to be good for Andy and it was wrong of you to do something that drastic without his permission.

“Sixteen...” you hiccupped. You could feel your slick running down your thighs but at this point... you just couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Do you want a break?” he asked, taking pity on you.

You nodded frantically, “Yes please! Can you... can you touch me? Down there?” Since the pain in your throbbing pussy was unbearable. If you didn’t receive any attention, you might actually burst.

“Down where? Here?” He had the audacity to play down, while you were suffering, and touch the back of your knee to patronise you.

“No!” you whined.

“Well then you’ll have to be a bit more specific, princess.”

“In my... between my legs... my pussy...”

“Are you sure you deserve it though?” he asked.

You thought about it for a moment, before coming to the conclusion that, “No I don’t. Not until I finish my punishment.”

“That’s a good girl,” he praised, his hand massaging your raw ass as your heart swelled in pride.

“Nineteen, sir,” your mind was hazy. It didn’t even feel as if you were in your reality anymore... it was as if you were floating, while you could still hear and feel him spanking you, for some reason it wasn’t as painful anymore.

“The last one, doll, hang in there,” he said before delivering the last swat.

You whimpered, “Twenty, thank you, sir,” willing your nose with the back of your hand.

Andy collected your weak form in his big string arms, rocking you back and forth in his lap as he kept whispering soft praises in your hair, “My sweet beautiful doll,” he pecked you on your lips.

“Sorry about your pants, daddy...” you said when you realised what a wet mess you had made on him.

He shushed you, “Don’t you worry about that right now. Do you want to take a bath?”

You pouted, your red lip jutting out, “No.”

He chuckled, kissing your forehead, “Do you want daddy to fuck you?”

“Yes,” you nodded.

“We have to be careful about your butt, baby,” he said as he gently placed you on the mattress.

Your head on your pillow, besides your two most trusted stuffies--your unicorn and teddy. Andy only allowed you two in the bed after complaining they made it hard for him to cuddle you. You demanded he buy you a shelf to display them or you would go back to your old room. Which of course made him comply instantly.

You made grabby hands at him, impatient to have him closer to you, but then were glad he took the time to take off his tshirt so you could ogle the wide expanse of his chest, the light scattering of fuzzy hair over it, his numerous tattoos along with one of your name, which marked him as yours forever.

He took a hardened nipple in his mouth while his hand tweaked the other, nudging your legs apart to make room for him, he placed his length at your entrance.

Slowly pushing into you, letting you get accustomed to the size of him. Although your pussy was always so welcoming to him, he knew you often struggled to take him.

You whimpered at him, tears rolling off of your face. “What’s wrong, honey? Does it hurt?”

“No... it’s just so good,” you sniffled.

“Okay, just hold on,” you held onto his shoulders as he slowly fucked in to you.

Your pussy clamping around his length, the soles of your feet digging into his ass, “Can I come, daddy?”

“Of course, baby. You earned it.” He groaned, his hips hammering against yours as you bit his neck, letting out a muffled scream.

You hummed against his neck when you felt his warm release fill you up, he pulled out of you, frowning when he looked at your naked and hairless pussy, dripping with his cum.

“From now on I’ll be picking out your clothes,” he stated, rolling off of you and pulling you into his arms.

“Okay, daddy,” you hummed.

“And no more surprise bikini waxes.”

“Mmm...” If that’s what you had to do to get in trouble and be punished, then so be it. “We’ll see.”

***

Three days later

“Lotion time, doll,” Andy said, pausing the movie you were both watching to go get said lotion.

He had rubbed your lotion on your backside when he spanked you and decided that he wanted to be the one putting your body lotion on you from now on since he had too much fun doing it. He insisted on doing it twice everyday since it was still very cold.

You followed him to the bedroom, lying face down on the bed a he squeezed some on his palms, rubbing them together to warm them up.

You winced just a little, your skin still a bit sensitive, you even had to sit on a pillow the time.

“Will you be going back to work tomorrow?” you wanted to know.

He didn’t like the sadness in your voice, “Yes,” he sighed. He hated leaving you all by yourself.

“I’ll be all alone then.”

“Didn’t you want to go back to college?” He remembered you telling him that your parents forced you to drop out so that you would marry him.

“I do actually. Hate leaving things incomplete... maybe I can even go to a law school and become a lawyer like you!” you perked up.

“You’re not working for your father though, you’re too good for that world.”

“You’re too good for him too.” You said. “Maybe I can work with you.” And you and him could be like a power couple. It would be so exciting.

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allthingschrisevans · 3 years ago

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somebody to you pt. 1

pairing: steve rogers x reader

warnings: mention of death (steve crashing), a little angsty maybe?, reader is crying a little, mention of a curse word

word count: 1,8k

summary: steve and you have been good friends even before he became the famous captain america. but to you he has always been more than a friend. what happens when you two meet eachother again after seven decades, has anything changed?

a/n: okay so this is my very first story i’ve ever written so please bare with me cuz i believe i suck at this lol and i am kind of nervous to post this but i still hope you will somehow enjoy this...i guess? also i am very sorry for any mistakes since english is not my first language <3

(also i’d like to say that i took some inspiration from the movie age of adaline (which is great by the way i think you should check it out) spolier warning if you want to watch it: basically your character gets struck by lightning which makes her aging process stop, that’s how you stayed young all these years)

read part 2 here :)

“Y/N?” a very familiar voice asked, you’d recognize this voice anytime and thought your mind was playing tricks on you. You slowly turned around only to meet those beautiful blue eyes, after all these years you thought he was dead, all these long nights you’ve spent reminiscing about all memories you had left of him. Memories were the only thing you had left of him, well memories and his identification tag from the army, which for the record you’ve occasionally worn a couple of times until it became kind of a habit of yours. Even though he physically wasn’t there, wearing it always made you feel like you’ve had a piece of him with you all the time.

But now he was standing right in front of you, looking the exact same way. His golden hair neatly brushed to the side and his tall figure making you look up into those beautiful blue eyes of his. Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard Steve’s voice again.

“Y/N? Is that you? How can you-? Wha-?” he asked his eyes wide as he couldn’t process how you. Y/N. His best friend from over seven decades ago could’ve possibly be standing opposite of him.

“Hi...uhm...yeah i..i am uh it’s Ava...actually” you said almost revealing your secret. Since you got strucked by lightning your body had stopped aging, resulting in you looking the same but having to change your identity every now and then.

“Oh. I apologize it’s just....you look exactly like an old friend of mine. I’m sorry really but it’s nice to meet you...Ava. I’m Steve. ” he said while putting out his hand.

You reached out your hand and took his hand before shaking it “It’s no problem. Nice to meet you too, Steve.”

As you were shaking his hand, you felt your heart beating like crazy, not being able to process the situation. You haven’t held his hand for quite some time now, yet the feeling was still so familiar. It had taken you back to one specific moment where you once again were responsible to fix the result of Steve’s stubborness

“When will you ever stop getting into trouble?” you asked Steve while examining his hand, more specifically the cut he got from a fight he’d earlier had with a guy much taller and stronger than him.

“Those were my exact words Y/N. He just won’t listen.” Bucky said while leaning against the door frame of the small doctor’s room they’ve had in the army. You were working there, since you were a nursing student and therefore were responsible for a range of injuries soldiers got during practise or figths.

“That’s nothing...like really...it doesn’t even hurt..see” Steve replied as he started moving his hand around trying to convince you both he didn’t even feel a thing.

“Will you stop moving like a maniac and let me stitch this up?” you asked while chuckling a little.

“See I don’t know why they aren’t accepting me in the army. My pain tolerence is like really high. Isn’t that kind of something that would be good about a soldier? I could fight all day.”

“It takes more than a high pain tolerance and fighting all day to become a soldier” Bucky interrupted him and shook his head.

“Ouch...What are you doing?” Steve groaned pain clearly visible in his eyes.

“What Rogers, I thought you had a high pain tolerance” you replied while putting a little alcohol on the cut he had making sure it was clean before wrapping a bandage around it. While simultaneously letting a little laugh escape your lips while looking over to Bucky who was holding back a laughter. Steve just rolled his eyes before saying “You guys are the worst”.

~end of flashback~

“I see you two have met already” Nick Fury said entering the room, which made you jump and take back your hand.

Fury heard about the excellent researching work you did prior, working as the head of the research departmant in your previos job and thought recruiting you for his team would be an excellent idea.

He wasn’t wrong. You were good at it. You could gather information about something in minutes and even considered joining the CIA. That dream quickly disappeard since you realized it would be much harder to pretend being someone you aren’t when working at the intelligence agency.

“Please, join us in the meeting room. I’d like for you to meet the rest of the Avengers, Captain.” Fury said before turning around and walking towards the meeting room.

Steve and you quickly followed. Steve taking every opportunity to look at you again, he just couldn’t believe the resemblence you and his best friend, Y/N, whom he had felt more towards than he ever admitted, shared.

You could feel his eyes scanning you, which led to you walking even faster into the meeting room, quickly taking a seat next to Wanda while Steve sat down at the end of the table still being able to fully see you as he had a hard time taking his eyes off you. “This must be a dream.” you thought to yourself, while secretly pinching yourself hoping you’d wake up already.

“You okay?” Wanda interrupted you as she saw you were absent in the moment, just proving you were most certainly not dreaming.

“Yeah. I’m good.” you replied while giving her a little smile.

She didn’t say anything just returning a smile herself while nodding.

“Okay everyone. Thank you for coming. I have to say this next mission won’t be easy, that’s why I need one-hundred and twenty percent of you all this time.” Fury said before continuing “But before I start I would like to introduce you all to a man who actually doesn’t need to be introduced. I’m sure most of you must’ve heard one or two stories about him. Welcome to the team Captain Rogers”.

As you looked at Steve you catched his glance before he looked away and greeted everyone by rasing his hand and nodding “nice to meet you all”

“So you are the guy my dad talked about so much” Tony said while further explaining “Howard Stark. I believe you two knew eachother”

“Howard...of course I knew him. He was great. He kinda made this whole thing happen.” Steve said while pointing to himself and laughing.

Tony didn’t bother much just turning his head away from him after giving him a little nod. Steve’s gaze immediately landed on you again, having you quickly turn away trying to listen to Fury’s voice.

After what felt like forever the meeting was finally over and you were all on the way to your rooms. Before you could enter your room Natasha came up to you “Hey, is everything alright? You’ve been acting weird all day, did something happen? Do I need to kill someone?” she asked.

You let out a laugh before answering “Yeah, I’m good no worries just a little extra tired today.”

“Alright, if you say so...but if there’s anything bothering you....or anyone...you know where to find me.” she said. “Thanks Nat. Means a lot but don’t worry I’m fine really.” you replied trying to convince her. She raised her eyebrow “Okay. Go get some sleep dark circles don’t really look good on you.” she continued while walking towards her room. You just laughed while shaking your head and opening the door of your room.

You immediately flop down on your bed turning to your side, when it just so happened that Steve’s old identification tag slipped out from under your shirt. You took it into your hand and stared at it for a while, going through everything that happened today. How was he still alive? You were there while he was telling Peggy about his plan. He probably didn’t even know you were in the room. Not that that specific feeling was new, it was always like that when Peggy was around.

You didn’t even notice you were crying, not until you felt a tear on your hand. That very much reminded you of the day where Steve died or so you thought. You were sobbing in the corner of the room, while your best friend, your one love was saying goodbye to his one love, Peggy Carter, your heart shattered into pieces that day. On one hand because Steve sacrifized himself, on the other because you were just standing there not being able to say any word, while you wanted to say so many things. Now he was here again, after 70 years and he still looked as good as he did back then.

It wasn’t really the super soldier serum and what it did to Steve that had you head over heels for him, it was more the Steve that was beneath that whole Captain America. His golden heart and pure intensions, which had you be madly in love with him even before the serum. You just never told him since you assumed he didn’t feel the same, also not wanting to ruin the friendship.

Your thoughts were interrupted, when you felt thirsty and decided to grab something to drink from the kitchen downstairs.

You made sure you were as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake anyone up. You stopped in your tracks, when you thought you heard another door open, quickly brushing that off you continued until you reached the kitchen.

You opened the fridge and grabbed a water carafe. While closing the fridge you the sound of a voice made you jump “it’s crazy how much you and my old friend look alike” the sudden noise scaring you resulting in you accidentally dropping the carafe on the ground where it shattered into pieces.

“Oh crap” you said quietly, before looking up at Steve who just realized what happened.

“I am so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you” Steve said face full of guilt.

To your suprise nobody else had woken up. “It’s alright” you said before lowering yourself down before picking up pieces of the shattered glass from the kitchen floor.

“Wait let me help you” Steve offered while crouching down, also picking up the glass. You avoided his gaze as you felt him looking at you, it was as if he was analyzing every single part of you.

After tossing some of the glass you already picked up away. You lowered yourself again picking up the remaining pieces off the floor. You quickly brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, when you were cut off.

“What’s that?” Steve asked.

“Huh?” You looked up at him surprised, following his eyes to your wrist, before quickly pulling your hand away remembering the scar you had that Steve was so familiar with.

“Shit” you thought to yourself...

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I AM SO NERVOUS TO POST THIS I HOPE YOU GUYS WILL LIKE IT PLEASE TELL ME IF THERE’S ANYTHING YOU DON’T LIKE I’VE NEVER WRITTEN A STORY BEFORE SO I DON’T REALLY KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING BUT WOULD YOU BE INTERESTED IN A PART 2?

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docpiplup · 2 years ago

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Abraham Levi and the creation of the doors of time

(This is a translated and extended version of a couple of posts I published about this topic some time ago @asongofstarkandtargaryen )

I was thinking about other issues related to Emdt, and then some things began to occur to me about Abraham Levi and how he came to put these doors into operation and the sources from which you may have been inspired or taken ideas for his work in relation to the gates and time travel.

Isabella: What do you want from me, Abraham?

Now we see Abraham Levi (a man in his 60s, thin, weak in appearance, but with a firm voice)

Levi: Protection for my family. In exchange I offer you the work to which I have dedicated my whole life… The Book of Doors…

Levi shows him the book. Isabel looks at him strangely.

Levi: Part of it has been burned. I saved it from the synagogue fire.

She turns the pages carefully… Only sees diagrams, drawings…

Isabella: I only see doodles and numbers.

Levi: They are keys to the Doors of Time. With them you can travel in time.

Isabella: (Smiles) That's impossible.

Levi: It's not. I myself have traveled to the day that King Alfonso inaugurated the Toledo School of Translators. I also went to my own past to see my mother's joy when she brought me into the world.

Isabella: Do you expect me to believe in those fantasies?

Levi sighs deeply: he must give definitive proof

Levi: On your right hand you have a slight scar. You did it the first time you shot with a bow. It was in Aranda and you were barely nine years old.

Isabella's face changes.

Isabel: Nobody knows that…

Levi: You cried when you saw your injured hand. Someone was passing by...

We see Isabel as a girl (9 years old) saddened with a wound on her hand next to a lady-in-waiting and a guard… An old man (the same Levi with the same age as in the previous sequence), applies an ointment to her hand .

Off Levi: …he cured your hand with an ointment made from the traitor's root.

Isabella looks at the face of the old man who helps her… the same one she has now, many years later, in front of her

Isabella: It was you! But… you were the same age you are today and 30 years have passed. That... that's magic!

Levi: Science that is ahead of its time is always called magic. (Points to the book) I offer you to be the queen of Time. Will you protect my family?

Location

A first point that I would like to comment on is the possible location of the place where Abraham kept his book.

Abraham Levi is a rabbi from the city of Toledo, and he himself says that the book was in the synagogue.

That is to say, it is a specific one, and due to the dates, taking into account that the mission of the episode 1×04 Una negociación a tiempo takes place in the year 1491 and is located in Toledo, since it has practically all the ballots that Abraham was a rabbi of the synagogue del Tránsito, also known as the synagogue of Samuel ha Levi. (The first gif shows one part of the synagogue)

Today the synagogue houses the Sephardic Museum, a museum about Jewish history of the Iberian peninsula.

(Extra: In the intro of the 1-3th seasons, there's a moment in which there are several keys, and the most common thought is that there are keys in the intro because of the aesthetic of the timedoors, but they haven't any locks and one of my thoughts is that they're a reference of the tale of the keys of the Jews who were expelled in 1492. It's said that they took the keys of their houses with them and kept them generation after generation, hoping to one day return and open the locks of their old homes.)

The fact is that the origin of this synagogue dates back to the middle of the 14th century, when Samuel Ha Levi Abulafia (Úbeda, Jaén, Andalusia, 1320-Sevilla, Andalusia, 1360), who was treasurer and counselor of Peter I (Burgos, Castile and Leon, August 30, 1334-Montiel, Ciudad Real, Castile-La Mancha, March 23, 1369), ordered to build it, presumably as a private synagogue of his palace, where currently the House-Museum of El Greco, the painter Doménikos Theotokópoulos (Herakleion, Crete, October 1, 1541-Toledo, Castile-La Mancha, April 7, 1614) is located. Perhaps it could be that Abraham was a relative or descendant of Samuel, so it could make sense that Abraham was in the synagogue that his ancestor had built.

I have focused a lot on the Tránsito synagogue, but it is not the only one in the city, it is usually estimated that there were about 10 synagogues in the city during the Middle Ages, of which some only a few remains remain today, and another that is still standing, which is the synagogue of Santa María la Blanca, also known as the Greater Synagogue, probably built in the 12th century. Unfortunately, as a result of the pogrom of 1391 that the Jewish quarters of some of the main cities of the peninsula suffered, most of the synagogues are either destroyed due to the assaults and popular revolts against the Jewish quarters or are seized by the Catholic Church, as this was the case of the synagogue of Santa María la Blanca.

Subsequently, the only synagogue that was officially preserved as such until the end of the 15th century was the Tránsito synagogue, I suppose that it was preserved that way because it was "private". In the year 1492, the synagogue was requisitioned by Isabella I (Madrigal de las Altas Torres, Ávila, Castile and Leon, April 22, 1451-Medina del Campo, Valladolid, Castile and Leon, November 26, 1504) and Ferdinand II (Sos del Rey Católico, Zaragoza, Aragon, March 10, 1452-Madrigalejo, Cáceres, Extremadura, January 23, 1516) and handed it over to the Order of Calatrava.

Within the known history of the Tránsito synagogue, I don't remember if there was a concrete tale of a fire, although it could be that it was damaged as a result of an assault on the Jewish quarter.

Inspirations and origins of the doors

One of the things that mentions Abraham is the School of Translators of Toledo, it is thought that probably the antecedent of this group was created in the 12th century by the archbishop of Toledo, Raimundo de Sauvetât, but it would not be organized as a true institution until the 13th century during the reign of Alfonso X the Wise (or the Astrologist, for his passion and wide knowledge about astrology) (Toledo, November 23, 1221-Sevilla, April 4, 1284), in which Jews, Muslims and Christians worked, in charge of translating into different languages ��(Arabic, Hebrew, Latin, old Spanish...) the almost lost works of the great Greek thinkers at that time or the translations of some Muslim intellectuals such as Averroes (Córdoba, Al-Andalus, Almoravid Empire, April 14, 1126–Marrakech, Almohad Empire, December 17, 1198) and Avicenia (Bukhara, Great Khorasan, Iran, c. 980-Hamadan, Iran, 1037) of other ancient Greek treatises. And in general they work on medicine, mathematics, astrology, astronomy, philosophy, alchemy, magic and even instruction books for games such as chess, tables and dice.

The thing is, this which has to do with the theme of Abraham and the gates?

One of the things I was thinking about Abraham and the School of Translators in relation to the creation of the gates is that perhaps Abraham had at some point access to some of the texts translated by the school, some treatise related to astrology, philosophy or magic probably, and take ideas that may have been crucial in developing what the doors would be.

Some of them are the Astromagic Book and the Picatrix, which in short, in what they extended was in knowledge of astrology and philosophy, which are used in magic that can be obtained and used by the magician thanks to the astral power of the stars and the planets.

There are several more treatises and books, but it is true that the Picatrix is considered a very important work within these magic manuals of the time, its original name is Ghayat al-hakim, which can be translated as the goal or the end of the wise, and was probably written in the 10th or 11th century by the mathematician, alchemist, astronomist and astrologist Maslama Ibn Ahmad al-Mayriti (or al-Magriti) (Madrid,950-Cordoba, Andalusia, 1007), the latter being interpreted as "the Madrilenian", author of the Treaty for building astrolabes and other mathematical and astronomical calculations, and he was the astrology counselor of al-Manṣūr/ Almanzor "the Victorious" (castle of Turrush, Fuentes de Cesna, Granada or Torrox, Málaga, Andalusia, 939-Medinaceli, Soria, Castile and Leon, August 9, 1002), háyib and chancellor of the Caliphate of Córdoba during the rule of Hisham II (Córdoba, June 11, 965 – Córdoba, May 18, 1013)

Fun fact: In 2015 the extrasolar planet Upsilon Andromedae d, located about 44 light years from Earth, in the Andromeda constellation, was renamed as Majriti, in honor of al-Mayriti.

Madrid was founded in 9th century by the emir Muhammad I of Córdoba (Córdoba, 852- Córdoba, 886), who established the first permanent settlement by building a watchtower in the middle valley of the river Guadarrama (the watchtower turn into an alcazar and then in the 18th century was replaced with the current Royal Palace).This watchtower had the function of guarding the passage towards the mountain range of Guadarrama. Madrid was a military site formed by the Medina (from the arabic Madinat, the city, intramural neighborhoods, there are several spanish towns whose name has the word Medina in it: Medina del Campo, Medina de Pomar, Medina de Rioseco, Miño de Medina, Brahojos de Medina, Villaverde de Medina, Medinaceli, Almedina, Medina Sidonia, Medina de las Torres, Mediñá, Medina Azahara...) and the Almudaina (from the Arabic al-mudayna, citadel), Madrid's Cathedral is named after this, the Santa Maria de la Almudena and the woman name Almudena.

Madrid comes from Mayrit/Magrit:

-Mayrit: from the Arabic “Mayra”, which translates as mother or womb, and the suffix “it”, which means place

-Magrit: a hybrid between the Arabic word “Maǧra”, which means channel or water course, and the suffix romance "it", which indicates abundance, thus conforming the meaning of "place abundant in waters"

Its name refers to the abundance of aquifers and the Manzanares River, and since the foundation of the city the Muslims as masters in channeling water, they used various techniques such as the use of the noria, the storage and distribution of water through ditches, canals and pools, and the qanat, or use of groundwater through conduction.

In fact, it's said that the primitive coat of arms of Madrid was formed by a flint that emerged from the water. In addition, it would have had these two sentences: "I was built on water, my walls of fire are" making reference about the abundance of water, on the one hand, and to the walls of the city, made of silex, that produced sparks and fire in contact with projectiles.

And then I look the etymology of La Mancha (Toledo is the capital of Castile-La Mancha) is funny because it's like quite the opposite. I mean there are some rivers like the Tagus, but still it's quite accurate. There are different theories. One would suppose that the toponym "Mancha" would be pronounced in Arabic as Manxa or Al-Mansha, which translates as "land without water", "land of espartos" or "dry land", and another as Manya, translated as "high plain", "plateau" or "elevated place".

About other interesting details is that the first famous person who was born in Madrid was an astronomist and the flag and the coat of arms of the city of Madrid are related with stars. The flag of the community of Madrid is seven stars divided in two lines at the center in a red field, and the COA is a she-bear with an arbutus, surrounded by a blue bordure with seven white stars, both the flag and the COA are reference to the Ursa Minor or Ursa Maior constellation (7 starts, a she-bear). The first coat of arms of Madrid with the bear consisted in a bear in a field with the Ursa Minor constellation on the animal's back and with the North Star on its tail, because the Polaris star and thus the constellation was important for orienteering for several cultures that established in the region since the Carpetans (one of the Celtiberian tribes, their area was called Carpetania, located in the community of Madrid ans some partsof Castile- La Mancha)

Maybe the reason why the headquarters of the ministry are located in Madrid, instead of Toledo, is because it's a tribute of Abraham Levi to al-Mayriti and his Picatrix. At first someone would say that the ministry is located in Madrid, because it's the capital of Spain, it wasn't until 1561 that the city didn't became the capital.

A deltail relared with these theme: The intro of seasons 1-3 begins with a starry night over Madrid. The Almudena cathedral can be seen in the landscape of the city.

Returning to the main theme, I think that the book of doors can be considered another kind of treatise on astromagic, but later than the others and that it has been the work of Abraham when taking references from other books on astromagic, but although in traditional treatises formulas and magical rituals for all kinds of purposes, Abraham focused on the creation of the doors.

Specifically, the formulas to open these connections between two different times and places are mere speculation because the writers have not focused on giving an exact explanation.

As data is that the internal magical scheme of the doors is clearly inspired by the design of a classic element of the cabal, the Tree of Life. Kabbalah is a mystical study and interpretation of sacred texts that peaked during the Middle Ages, twelfth and thirteenth centuries, specifically by authors from the south of France and Spain.

In the tree of life the 10 emanations of God are represented when creating the universe. And that it is suggested that it is also the structure of the microcosm within the human being, and that similarity is what connects it with the rest of the macrocosm and is also divided into various levels according to the four elements: water, fire, earth and air, and levels of Emanation, Creation, Formation and physical world and in three pillars, rigor or severity, balance and mercy. Then also each of the 10 spheres is associated with some attribute of creation, a planet or a celestial body and a number.

In the episode 3×09 El Cisma del tiempo, it is shown what the internal "code" of the doors is, and therefore the scheme is clearly inspired by the Tree of Life of the Kabbalah.

Bringing together the elements of the cabalistic tree with what has already been mentioned with astromagic, I would say that Abraham may have designed the doors based on placing a combination of letters that are equivalent to numbers (such as the kabbalah system), which may be used to indicate the year and the coordinates of the two places that a time gate connects. Perhaps through numerical coordinates as such and a date, or perhaps this is also accompanied by the position of the stars in the connected places and times, as well as perhaps connecting the two different combinations of the location of the stars , would generate some kind of magical reaction or energy that would allow time travel between both points.

Although there are also some questions about how Abraham created all the existing doors considering that from his point of view in the 15th century, a large number of doors would lead to the future, to years that have not yet passed or to places that such Abraham probably could not know under normal conditions, such as the doors that connect a place with some place in America or some other place that in the past was a Spanish colony. It may also be that he was experimenting with the combinations of numbers in the code and resulted in traveling to other parts of the world (like Abraham suddenly appearing in Havana or Cartagena).

Some points regarding the doors that from the point of view of the time of Abraham is that when he created them, perhaps several of them were located in the time of Abraham or before and that as the years have passed, like most of the doors the time is continuous (except for example some that are in a loop), since time has elapsed normally. I say this because of "time is what it is" and you cannot travel to the future beyond the year in which the main Ministry is located, although it is something quite relative.

Another option is that when Levi was experimenting and creating what the doors would be, he wouldn't put limits on how long to go, and he created doors that led to other times after his own.

Another hypotheses about the doors located in America or elsewhere is that perhaps originally they were not located there, but later someone who knew very well the operation and internal codes of the doors, wanted to move several of those doors to other places, to have better access to them or whatever.

Although I suppose that the internal codes are not mastered by everyone, and the only people apart from Abraham that we have heard that work with directly manipulating some characteristic of the doors are the "technicians" of the current ministry who are mentioned a couple of times throughout the series. From what is intuited, they are Ministry workers who handle a kind of digitized collection of the door codes, and manipulate them from a "computerized" method, we suppose that this computerized registry of the doors may have given rise to the temporary error alert system that is seen in 4×00 Antes de que no haya tiempo, or the mobiles with which the ministry workers can call other times, I suppose that the technicians implanted a chip in the phones with a special operating system that is directly connected to the computer registry of the doors.

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fandom-eclectics · 3 years ago

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Request: Hi I saw your post and if your request are still open can I please request hcs or oneshot (whichever you prefer) of Shinso and Todoroki separately with a s/o who is their childhood best friend? Thank you ❤

My requests are still OPEN! Thank you so much for the submission! This sounds like a marvelous idea that was amazing to write! I hope you enjoy it! Have a good day/night!

|| ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 ||

Characters: Todoroki and Shinsou

Status: Not Proofread

Type: imagines + hcs // Fluff

Reader: nothing specific mentioned

Warnings: none

A/n: hope you enjoy! :)

✎ Shinsou and you met in first grade and have been friends ever since you where the first one to play heroes with him. No one else wanted to because he looked “scary” and his quirk was “weird”. You didn’t care though, you guys played heroes all the time.

You found his sarcastic and dry sense of humor funny from the start. He was a child that had sass and he still does to this day. You also liked how he remembered everything you told him. You told him about how your favorite toy’s birthday was on the 22nd of September and he took note of the date even at a young age and asked you every year to tell your toy happy birthday

When Middle school rolled around, that’s when your feelings for Hitoshi started to arise. At first, you thought it was just your overwhelming admiration for him. You two where practically interpretable these days, so you also suspected it might be because you have been around him so long.

Though, when every hug goodbye and every high five gave you butterflies, that’s when you knew you liked him. Liked him more than a friend

Eventually, your feelings became so obvious there was no point in hiding it. You were a blushing and stuttering mess. If Hitoshi didn’t see your blushing (or if your skin tone doesn’t show blushing then maybe fidgeting eith something such as a bracelet or keychain) and he didn’t hear your incinerate to scentences, he would be the most blind man of earth.

Little did you know he had these feelings for you too, ever since Middle school when he saw you give that class presentation on your favorite hero.

So, one day, he invites you to go to a drive in movie with him, you two now second years at UA and both needed a good break from trading and studies

You guys made remarks about how stupid or how amazing the characters where the whole time. Even three or four times saying the exact same thing at the exact same time. Then, after the movie was finished, all the popcorn had been eaten, and people where starting to leave. That’s when it happened.

You guys stared out into the distance for a long period looking up at the stars, making mindless comments about how beautiful they where, when all of a sudden you both turned to each other, overwhelmed by your emotions, and said, “I like you more than a friend”

Of course Hitoshi’s eyes went wide and your heart stopped, and that was the start of your relationship.

Some quick relationship hcs

He buys a cupcake every year for your toy’s birthday, even though you think it’s stupid

He says it’s the first real thing he remembered about you and he wishes to continue to remember it

You guys go to drive in movies all the time, since it reminds you two of how you became a couple

He teases you all the time about things that happened years ago and your just like

“Toshi, that was in 4th grade!!”

And he’s just like

“And that matters how?”

It’s okay though, you tease him back just as much

For an anniversary one year, you make him a collage of all these old photos you have of each other

He tears up a lot

“I’m not crying, it’s just the dust from how old the photos are” *sniffles*

Went from calling you “Y/n” to “Kitten” or “Dear” (or whatever you are comfortable with)

✎ Todoroki you two met at a grocery store when you where 7. He was out running errands with his father and was waiting in line whilst his father went off to grab something.

You walked up to him and complimented him on his hair, said it looked “so cool!” And ever since then you guys have been like two peas in a pod

He gave you his home phone number so when his father wasn’t around you two would talk over the phone Whether it was about your day, or a cartoon, or anything really.

Eventually, when he gets his own phone and you get your’s you two start FaceTiming each other All. The. Time. When your cooking, Shoto’s on the phone, when your cleaning, Shoto’s on the call. Even when your doing laundry, Shoto’s on the call.

So, you two have gotten pretty accustomed to each other’s habits and ways of doing things over the years.

When you two start going to Ua together and seeing each other in person, you were even happier. You guys would study together, train together, all the things.

You also taught Shoto about a ton of pop culture and hip slang since he doesn’t know a lot about it. You where putting off teaching him but when he said “this lightbulb is on cap” you had to put an end to it.

So, thus came SO many inside jokes. So many of Shoto’s mess ups became things you said on a daily. He didn’t mind though, if anything it brightened his day making him laugh.

So, naturally, since Roy two started spending time around each other….you started to grow some romantic feelings. Which, little did you know, Shoto felt the same way.

Now, when he started feeling his stomach so weird twists and turns and his cheeks get all hot and red, he thought he was sick. He went to recovery girl and asked if he was “allergic to you” and if “this was a newfound allergic reaction”. Recovery girl laughed so very hard, and told him that he was simply in love.

Shoto didn’t know what to think, poor thing is oblivious when it comes to this stuff. You on the other hand, knew what to think, the problem was just “how to tell your best friend of all time that you have major feelings for him and want to kiss him”

So, you can only imagine the look on your face one day at lunch when Shoto flat out says “y/n, recovery girl diagnosed me and said I was in love with you”

You wanted to bust up laughing, and any other time you would have, but since you liked him A LOT back….you where in shock. “Shoto….I like you too…a lot…more than a best friend should at least.” You confessed

With a mouthful a soba he looks up with shocked eyes and pink cheeks. “Does this mean I can be your boyfriend now?” He asks. You laugh and say “yes, of course you can Shoto.”

Some quick relationship hcs

Since you two spent so much time learning how one another does domestic things

Such as fold clothes, what laundry detergent they use, how the put up their dishes, how they organize things…ect ect

Shoto does all these things for you when he sees you are overwhelmed or busy with school or training

He will take care of your laundry or wash your dishes, even go out and get you food on some days.

He also likes to give you long hugs just to remind him that you aren’t going anywhere

Though, the cutest thing out of all of this

He got you two vintage home phones like you used to talk on when you were kids

And set them up in both of your dorm rooms

Do you two talk on your ‘vintage phones’ all the time

Also, you got him a t-shirt for his birthday that said “this lightbulb is on cap” to remind him of the funny memory

He wears the t-shirt all the time and insists that you wash it with your laundry soap so it smells like you

He calls you “darling” and “love” (or anything that you are comfortable with)

You are so loved <3

Have a good day/night!

#bnha hcs #bnha headcanons #bnha shinso hitoshi #shinsou headcanons #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x reader #shinsou x you #shinsou x y/n #shinsou fluff #todoroki shoto headcanons #todoroki hcs #todoroki headcanons #bnha todoroki #todoroki x reader #todoroki x y/n #todoroki x you

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jasontoddswhitestreak · 4 years ago

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what died didn’t stay dead

(originally posted by vormirjumper)

dedicated to @starsvck and @artipotter hope u enjoy this <333

summary: the last thing you remember was fainting in wakanda thinking you saw your own fingertips turn to dust only to wake up in a world where natasha romanoff no longer existed. inspired by marjorie by taylor swift

content warning: natasha romanoff x fem!reader, set after endgame, angst, mentions of death, trauma, their relationship ending on a bad note, trust issues & previous steve x nat, (WANDAVISION SPOILERS AT THE END)

‘моя любовь’ = ‘my love’ in russian <3

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! (please lmk if anyone written something similar to this! & if you want more nat content lmk!)

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PART TWO

You forced your eyes open.

Pulling yourself up from the ground you glanced at your arms in confusion. You swore you saw your own hands turn to dust before fainting. You glanced around to take in your surroundings eyes widening in shock as you saw the hundreds of Wakandan's you fought beside minutes ago appearing out of dust. You stared speechless as you watched people materialise out of thin air, the dust forming into fingers, then a whole hand and eventually becoming a person who's mirroring your exact reaction.

You felt guilty about the first thought that came across your mind.

'Is Nat okay?' You panicked while rushing to look around, ignoring how you spent the last few years loathing her to hide your heartbreak.

You were an avenger since the beginning. The two of you were on the same team during the airport fight which wasn't surprising due to your history together. Despite the slight age difference between the two of you, your personalities worked well together which is why you got along well, so well in fact that those platonic feelings you thought you had for her developed into something more and somehow you found yourself in her bed many times in her arms with your bodies pressed against one another's, struggling to catch your breath, bliss written all over your face. Your legs were intertwined with hers as you embraced the warmth radiating off her. You refused to acknowledge the unspoken tension in the atmosphere due to the fear of speaking out about your feelings and end up ruining what you had. You couldn't help but let the insecurities build up as you gently caressed her cheek, her eyes met yours back in adoration, full of what could've been love.

But you knew she once looked at him in the same way.

"I love holding you in my arms моя любовь." She muttered, as she stroked your hair gently, you hummed in response, not trusting your own voice. What you both had felt right, you didn't want to ruin it, you didn't want to label what you had together due to the job you both have. Being an avenger doesn't exactly mean stability, anything could happen.

You remember the panic you felt when Ultron took her, the chance of losing her filled you with dread, but you also had faith. You knew how strong Natasha was. Your faith gave you strength and it kept you alive, Nat admired that about you.

The two of you fit together well, whether it was on the field or outside of the field. You could predict each other's moves and although telepathy isn't either of your powers, you know what the other was thinking. You made her better. You helped her wipe out the red in her ledger and when everyone's files was exposed to the globe you were right there by her side comforting her as she feared the reaction from everyone. You were there for her when nobody was and you stood by her side no matter what. Those feelings were reciprocated, you knew Natasha would've done anything for you.

She would even sacrifice herself for the possibility of you coming back.

Then the Accords happened and Nat betrayed the Accords, ending up on the run with Steve, Sam, Wanda and Vision. You were left alone at the compound with an injured Rhodey.

"How could you do this?" You spat out, voice full of hatred as you watched Natasha let Steve and Bucky get away. Your pistol shook in the palm of your hands, pointed directly at Natasha who lowered her own onto the ground, allowing herself to be defenceless.

"It's not that easy моя любовь, you out of all people should understand that." She explained, and you scoffed in response. The pet-name which once caused a flutter in your stomach now fuelling the fire that's building up. All the insecurities you felt during your relationship suddenly turned to hatred. You should've expected this, you should've expected that after all this time she would've chosen Steve over you.

"I guess you'll never change." You responded flatly, admitting defeat. You silently walked passed her and climbed out of the rubble that was created, allowing a wall to be in between the two of you not knowing you tore a piece of her heart as you did so.

That was two years ago.

You thought you'd never have to see her for a long time. You hoped you wouldn't have to see her. Clearly things never go the way you wanted it to go as you found yourself staring back at the person who once owned your heart.

"Well, you guys look like crap." Rhodey teased, wrapping the fellow avengers in his arms as you stood to the side, awkwardly watching the scene in front of you while fidgeting with your fingers. The atmosphere in the compound was comforting, it's been a long time since you've heard so much laughter in one room despite the war that's brewing.

Natasha, who was now blonde but as gorgeous as ever, hesitantly approached you. The two of you stared at each other, waiting for the other to make the next move.

"Romanoff." You nodded, greeting her before moving away to greet the other Avengers, missing the way she muttered the now bittersweet name she specifically picked you.

"моя любовь..."

Did she really love you? Or was it just for revenge? You believed that love blinded you, you managed to convince yourself that your love wasn't enough for her and that's why she left you. Your relationship with her died. It was over. You thought you buried it all, all your feelings. But you were wrong, when your eyes met her green eyes all those feelings came back to life, flowing through your veins.

After all this time you still loved her.

But your feelings for her weren't the only thing you couldn't bury.

Within an hour of reuniting with the Avengers, the team found themselves on the quinjet travelling to Wakanda. You wouldn't have said this out loud but you had faith that everything would be okay, Nat was finally by your side after all these years.

You felt as though nothing could go wrong.

That was a couple hours ago you estimated, you glance at Wanda who appeared a couple feet away from you the tears were evident on her face.

"Where is he?" Wanda cries out, clenching her fists, you saw the scarlet red energy glowing around her. You knew she must've been talking about Vsision who should've been on the ground next to her. "Wha- why does everything look different?" You realised, noticing the damages caused by the battle has disappeared. The grass was greener as ever. The corpses of the creatures you fought were no longer on the ground.

It looked as though the battle never took place.

You ran over to Wanda, helping her up from the ground when you hear someone call your name out. "That sounds like Sam." Wanda points out as the two of you held each other up.

"Wanda!" Sam called out.

"Come on, we gotta go! They need us! The fights not over yet!" He shouts from a distance, the two of you made your way to the direction you heard his voice come from, you saw all the superheroes surrounding him and a man in a red cloak. "What about Nat? Or Rhodey?" You questioned, looking for them in the crowd. You missed the sympathetic glance the man shot you before waving his hands up in the air, creating a yellow ring in the air that transformed into a portal.

"We're going to fight beside them right now." Sam confirms before flying through the portal.

The compound was completely destroyed. Your home was crumbling apart. Thor looked completely different, Tony had grey hair and Natasha was nowhere to be seen.

You wanted to finally tell her, tell her that you loved her with all of your heart.

You fought beside hundreds of Avengers that day, but you couldn't help searching for one specific Avenger. You ran over to Clint who was on the ground struggling to fight off a bunch of creatures, saving him within moments.

"Thanks kid." He pant, out of breath from all of the fighting. You smiled at him in response, reaching your hand out for him to take which he gratefully took, lifting himself up. "Have you bumped into Nat on the battlefield yet?" You asked, hopeful. There were hundreds of people fighting so you didn't expect to find her easily. The smile on Clint's face fell.

In that moment he relieved everything that happened moments ago. Flying to Vormir with Natasha, climbing the cliff with her, reminiscing about Budapest. And the way he witnessed her body hit the ground, the crack echoing so loudly he managed to hear it more than just once. He glanced down the cliff and saw her lifeless body faced towards his.

His closest friend. The person he trusted with his entire life. The person he named his son after. The Godmother of his kids.

Gone.

Just like that.

"I need to do this for her Clint, she's моя любовь." Nat whispered to him before smiling back at the oldest friend she had, pushing away from the cliff and inevitably falling to her death.

You found out what happened to Natasha, hours after.

The Avengers won, but at the cost of the lives of the people you cared the most about, the person you'd do anything for and the person who owned your heart the minute you met them. Clint broke the news to you, he felt as though you deserved to hear it from him.

"She loved you till the very end." He finished after explaining what happened on Vormir. You felt as though you couldn't breathe, like your soul was crushed and pulled away from you.

Natasha Romanoff was dead and there was nothing you could do about it.

She never got to hear that you felt the same towards her.

"I didn't think the ending to be so soon." You struggled to hold back a sob, holding the letter Clint gave you tightly in your arms. Scott somehow found a letter on the ground while trying to save Clint, it was slightly damp and covered in mud. But it was written for you in Natasha's handwriting.

You couldn't bring yourself to read the letter even nine days after the blip. You had to live in a world without her, a world where people drag her name through the mud even though she is the reason they're still standing. You adjust to a world without Natasha Romanoff and reading a letter she wrote for you months ago wouldn't help.

You regretted everything. You regret spending those last few years in anger, you should've stayed with her, you could've told her how much she meant to you. You could've told her you loved her, you could've held her in your arms once more. You would do anything to have her in your arms once again.

Sometimes it felt as though she was still there, laughing at something she saw on the TV. You always felt her presence around you after she passed away, it felt as though she never died. It felt as though a part of her lives through you.

You sat in the passenger seat of Wanda's car, staring at the Sword logo plastered on the side of the building, you could feel the letter in your back pocket, dying to be read. Wanda made her way back to the car, face flared in anger, tears threatening to spill.

"Wanda?" You called out as she got into the car, turning on the ignition but not pulling out of the car park. She sniffled quietly, wiping her eyes before glancing back to you. "I saw him." She responded, her eyes glancing to the folded paper on the backseat of the car, she could see the faint colour of red that was in the shape of a heart. "But they're not letting him have a funeral." You realised, looking back at your friend, heartbroken. "I figured at least one of them deserved a funeral, it's not fair. It's not fair that the world can just go on like nothing happened and we don't get to mourn the people we lost." Wanda rants, pulling out of the parking lot and beginning to drive.

"They both deserve a funeral." You agreed solemnly, remembering the fact that Natasha's body is at the bottom of a cliff in space in 2014.

"Where are we going now?" You asked, wanting to distract yourself from that thought. You felt as though you and Wanda were left to mourn your loved ones alone as the rest of the avengers scattered across the country.

"To the only thing I have left of him."

The two of you sat in silence as Wanda drove, you stared at the shrubbery outside the window before closing your eyes and resting your head on the window, allowing yourself to drift off.

It felt like it was only seconds later when you felt the car turn harshly, you opened your eyes and glanced around in confusion when you saw that you pulled into a quaint town, you had only just missed the town sign plastered with the words "West View." You watched the pedestrians walking by, noticing how some of them sat on their own with no one to comfort them similarly to you and Wanda.

The two of you pulled up to a plot of land with the foundation of a house on the ground, it looked at though the house never had the chance to get completed.

"Stay in the car, I won't take long." Wanda reassured you before reaching towards the back of the car to grab the folded up sheet of paper and getting out of the car. You nodded, staring at the built house next to the plot of land.

Your mind wanders as you stare at the home. You think about Natasha. You think about the future you could've had with her, living together in a quaint home like the one in front of you. No stress about being an avenger, just the two of you and your family. You softly smile as you imagine Natasha's reaction to wanting to adopt 5 cats, knowing she was more of cat person. You imagine holding her hand while walking down the street and watching movies with her in your shared bed. You wanting to stay in for the day and watch movies to ignore the real world outside and her letting you.

You think about what could've been.

A heart wrenching scream snaps you out of your thoughts, you rush out of the car and look for Wanda but is blinded by a scarlet red light that knocks you unconscious.

Your eyes open on command.

The room you stood in was black and white. It was a nicely decorated living room with a dining room connected to it, you couldn't pinpoint which decade the interior was from, too preoccupied by the woman standing in front of you.

Although the lack of colour in them, you could recognise those eyes from anywhere, that smile that you've wished to see was right in front of you. The dress she wore matched the decade and decor of the room, her hair curled up neatly. Natasha stood in front of you, reaching her hand out towards you waiting for you to take it.

You hesitantly reach out towards her, happiness flooding your emotions. She pulls you closer to her, welcoming you into a hug. The palm of her hands are warm as they rested on your back, you could feel her heartbeat as you laid your head on her chest, melting in her arms.

"Welcome home моя любовь."

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