#By sitting directly on it your basically putting a kink in it

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I stg if I see one more person say that bareback is the most ethical form of riding I'm going to rip my hair out

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BRO I NEEDDD MORE OF PERVERTED!!!! OMG LIKE YOUR MIND>>>>>

PERVERTED III c.grimes

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CARL GRIMES X FEM!READER

 𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - after the perverted thoughts consume carl whole, he realises he needs to act on them and soon finds out that you need him to act on them just as badly.

 𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - smut, heavy innocence kink, corruption kink, pervert!carl, fingering, dom!carl, sub!reader, size kink, pussy eating, cum eating, aged up characters, thigh riding-ish, manipulative carl, praise kink, petnames, use of y/n, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

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after that night in your bedroom, carl was downright desperate.

he realised that he needed to act upon his thoughts before it drove him over the edge of insanity. but there you were, prancing around in your little skirts and dresses, ditzy as ever. how was he ever supposed to explain his need to you?

that was just it, he was going to have to show you.

carl had been your best friend for a long time. you could trust him with anything in the world and carl would know if you'd ever done anything. that was the beauty in it. your innocence was bliss.

you were so innocent to the corrupt minds around you, not a single notion of the horrid thoughts of others. not a clue in your mind of just what carl wanted to do to you. no what he needed to do to you.

he knew he was going to have to ease you into it.

the first time carl had let you feel anything was during a rainy night of alexandria. the clouds were dull and full, slapping down on the outside windows. rick and michonne were on yet another supply run, no surprise there, and you and carl had been put in charge of taking care of judith.

it wasn't until she had been laid down asleep in bed that carl began to shift his mind back to you.

the clouds dulled until they were long gone. the night sky had settled in.

the tv displaying pretty images illuminated the room as you sat on carl's lap. when he'd asked if you'd like to sit there, it came as no surprise. you'd sat on carl's lap tonnes of times. whether it was just you two alone, sitting on the bed or perhaps you were in public, choosing to sit on his thigh rather than the bench occupied by the others.

however, what you didn't know was carl had much more in store for you than just watching the stupid movie that was playing.

you were engrossed in the flashing pictures, watching as each changed to another. you were the type of person to pay all your attention to one thing at a time, finding it hard to focus on more than one.

that was when your attention shifted.

it was a mere, 'innocent', bounce of carl's knee.

he did it as some sort of a test. he'd waited until you were so interested in the movie to do it. your two thighs had splayed at either side of his own. he'd waited until your cunt was snug on the jeans of his leg to rub it gently against you.

and by the sudden breath that left your lips, he deemed that you were almost as satisfied as he was.

nevertheless, you shook the feeling. you assumed the boy beneath you was merely trying to get comfortable so you tried to do the same, writhing yourself in the slightest.

that was when the smallest of whimpers left your mouth. with wide eyes, you clamped your mouth shut, hoping carl hadn't heard. "you okay?" he spoke softly in your ear, alerting you that he had heard.

only, you weren't trying to do anything wrong. like i said, you'd sat on carl's lap tonnes of times. but this time seemed... different. you were suddenly hyper aware of your skirt that was riding up ever so slightly and the way that fixing your position on his leg felt... good?

being in an apocalypse and all, you never really got too much education on... down there.

that was what carl was for, you supposed. he was basically your teacher in everything, any question you had went directly to him.

but what you did know was that parts like that were private and not to be shared. which is why you merely let out a small 'mhm' to indicate that you were, in fact, okay.

"alright." he mumbled back, his voice low as if not to disturb the serenity of the room.

you let a breath out, relaxing once more onto his leg.

carl knew he could have stopped there, letting you be all confused for the rest of the evening on just what that feeling you had was. but he didn't know how much you'd taken in, he needed to make sure that the feeling you felt was going to stick.

which was why he waited mere seconds before bouncing his leg again, like a kid in class riddled with ADHD.

you'd seen carl bouncing his leg like a maniac many times before. he'd do it under a table when he was nervous or angry or anything really. he often cracked his knuckles even when there was no air left to crack and shook his legs like there was no tomorrow. carl was always moving.

so how could you tell him to stop?

what would you even say?

did you even want him to stop?

there was an odd feeling in your stomach as he continued to bounce his leg up and down, hitting smoothly against your covered area. your breathing picked up but you did everything in your will to steady it.

some called carl grimes an ADD nightmare, this was a normal thing for him.

why was it suddenly not so normal for you?

perhaps it was the way his chin gently rested on your shoulder, gentle breath hitting against your neck or the way his hands soothed around your waist, his own calloused hands against your gentle skin where your satin dress lay on top.

the skirt of your dress bounced with every bounce of his leg too, exposing more of your thighs with each steady movement.

he was calculating and gentle, as if he knew you were becoming dizzy.

your throat itched too. you couldn't fathom why though you had a feeling it was a noise trying to crawl out.

you couldn't so much as stop yourself before your hands outstretched onto his thigh, stopping his movements.

he did so with the slightest smirk on his lips, knowing he'd gotten you exactly where you wanted. the way your thighs gently shook around him, you wouldn't so much as turn around. oh yes, you'd definitely felt it.

before he could question you in that gentle, condescending tone, the front door could be heard unlocking.

"gotta get my jacket." was the mumble that fell from your mouth as you helped yourself off of the boy's leg, grasping the pretty coat that sat on the other couch, where you'd originally been sitting. carl got up too, glancing down to his thigh. it was a wonder that there wasn't a large wet splotch on his jeans.

shortly after, rick and michonne entered the house, looking tired as ever. they asked a couple questions about judith, making sure you'd both been taking care of her right before they found themselves stating that they were heading up to bed.

carl gave somewhat of a disgusted look to the way they were looking at eachother. he din't even want to imagine what they'd be getting up to the minute they stepped into the bedroom.

"you sure you don't wanna stay the night?" he questioned, walking you to the front door of his home. you didn't live too far away which was the only reason he was letting you walk out in the dark alone. with his luck, he'd see you getting settled into your house while he still stood at the door.

you looked up at him with slightly wide eyes, you looked a little dazed. your hands were holding eachother behind your back, ignoring the feeling throbbing through your cunt. how had he done something so simple and left you feeling like this? "mhm." you hummed.

he gave you a look. "and you're positive you're okay?" tilting his head. "you seem a little off." he knew exactly why you were off.

but you weren't going to let anything on. "no, i'm okay." nodding your head, trying to convince both him and yourself.

"you know you can talk to me about anything, right baby?" he stepped forward, his words a little quieter as he spoke to you. his eyes flickered down to your bottom lip between your top teeth. "anything at all..."

you looked like you were contemplating, unsure if it was exactly appropriate to share with anyone even if it was just your best friend.

though your eyes quickly turned back to rick who was now standing in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water. "I'm okay." you quickly quipped.

rick turned around, swallowing the water. "you off, y/n?" you nodded, swallowing thickly. "right, night then, and thanks again for watching judith."

"anytime." you mumbled back, eyes flickering up to carl. "g'night, carl."

"night, angel." and so, you left.

the sky rose just as soon as it had gone down. carl hadn't steadied his movements since. hours passed, merging into days and carl was getting braver by the second. he couldn't help it, you were like putty, just so easy to mold.

by the time the saturday sleepover rolled around again, the boy was near ecstatic.

he'd gotten you exactly where he wanted in many ways, with little fluttering touches and words whispered gently, that could have been taken in any way. but he must say, his favourite place to have you was sat atop his thigh, gently bumping against it as he shook it from the ground.

he did it again now, maggie and glenn were long gone on yet another supply run, stocking up on the foods. they wouldn't be home until the next morning, possibly the morning after that.

but there simply wasn't anything else carl could think about other than the girl sat perched on his thigh. your hands were near your stomach, fiddling with themseleves, pulling on your fingers gently, contemplating.

carl didn't stop the bounce of his knee, moving it so accurately that you could feel a pool forming in your panties. you'd never felt like this before. and you were sure that carl knew this too.

this was the longest he'd ever done it, he should have stopped ages ago, knowing he didn't wish to push you too far. however, your little shaky breaths had his head spinning, he couldn't stop, not now.

you were contemplating asking him to stop. something about his shaking leg beneath you had you feeling awfully funny. but you couldn't decipher if it was a good feeling or not. besides, you couldn't understand why it was that his moving leg had your head feeling dizzy.

"carl?" your mouth got the better of you. it was supposed to come out as a steady question, voice stable, however, it came out more breathless than you'd intended, a slight whine to the back of your throat.

carl's hands had gently been resting against your waist. "hm?" he took the hint to stop, though.

beneath you, his leg froze.

your mind went sort of fuzzy then, that was when you realised it had, in fact, been a good feeling. your mind raced back to moments ago when the wet patch was forming on your satin panties. you couldn't even register what was going on before you slid yourself against his leg, not once, not even twice.

"sweetheart?" his voice was soft, calculated. it had you realising what you were doing, but still, your aching cunt dragged across his jeaned leg. "what're you doing? hm?"

a breath fell from your lips. you gently willed yourself to stop your movements before turning your face to the boy. you had pinched brows, lips bitten, desperation written all over your face. "carl, i―" the words left had you frowning.

carl merely rubbed his fingers against your waist. "somethin' wrong?" he questioned softly. "'s just me, you can tell me, baby."

and suddenly, it was your last straw.

but carl had already known that.

he'd moved his hands so gently around you for the past week, bounced you against his thigh every chance he got and whispered meak things to you, calling you such pretty names. he knew sooner or later you were bound to snap.

"you..." you let out a sigh, eyes avoiding the boy. "you can't laugh."

without a second thought, carl's fingers hooked themselves beneath your chin, angling your face up and forcing you to look at him. "'m not gonna laugh at you, angel." and his comforting features looked as though they were telling nothing but the truth. "jus' tell me what's going on."

you sighed, trying to avert your eyes. "everytime you bounce your leg... it feels funny." you tried to keep your voice as low as possible, throat closing and your cheeks heating up. it was hard trying to keep your composure in font of him, especially when talking about such a private thing.

"yeah?" seemingly unfazed by what you'd told him. "where's it feel funny?" again, your cheeks heated up, only this time you were sure that you were as red as a tomato. "baby, i can't help you if you don't tell me."

and you were sure you needed his help. after all, he was the only one that had made you feel so... worked up. instead of uttering a word, you practically whined before pushing your head into his shirt covered chest. you grasped his hand, sucking in as you guided it downwards.

carl couldn't help but smirk as you moved his hand to cup your shorts-covered cunt. you whimpered at the touch of his hand, quickly moving your own away, as if scared you were going to mess something up.

carl placed his palm against the pale shorts, his thumb moving up towards your clit and gently drawing circles. you whined loudly. "here's where it feels funny, huh?" you nodded your head quickly, breaths falling ragged as his gentle, tight circles moved against your clit. "y'gonna answer me?"

"y-yes." coming out as more of a moan rather than an answer. you were suddenly thankful that maggie and glenn were nowhere to be found in the house.

there was a sudden smile splayed on his lips. "good girl." he mumbled, sending electric shocks through your body and right down to your aching pussy. you couldn't understand how two simple words were enough to have you rutting your hips against the boys hands.

though instantly, your face heated again. embarrassment flooded you as you realised what was happening, stinging tears finding it's way to your eyes. "carl." you spluttered out, whimpering as you did so. carl merely shushed you, his free hand coming down to land on the back of your hair, holding your head close to it's place on his chest.

"wh's wrong, baby?" he waited for a response, all you could give him was a second whimper. "want me to stop?"

"no!" was your much too enthusiastic response that had his lips curving upwards. so you did want it as much as he did. "no, please don't stop."

"then tell me what you want." you shied away, cheeks evidently rosy and pink. but you didn't utter a word, much too sheepish.

suddenly, the feeling he was giving to your clit completely stopped. his hand still hung low but they didn't touch you. the whine you let out had your eyes turning glassy. he reminded you that he'd asked you to tell him what you wanted. but you could barely hear his voice now, mind too clouded with the previous pleasure. "f-felt..." your own hand attempted to replace his, rubbing at your covered cunt but it didn't give you the pleasure his had.

you felt his hand reach up and snap your wrist between his fingers, stopping your movements. "you wanna feel good, huh?" you nodded your head, tears stinging. "then the only hands that get to touch you are mine, understood?" you nodded before he squeezed on your wrist, not hard enough to hurt. "understood?"

"yes." was the breathless word as his fingers let go of your wrist.

"now, tell me what you want." almost instantly, his stern voice had disappeared and turned into one of softness again. it was almost scary how quickly he could turn from one demeanour to another. but you were much too hazy now to question anything.

you breathed heavily, cheeks warm. but carl just waited, his eyes looking at you full of admiration, a stark contrast to the stern look he'd had before. "i want..." he waited, not rushing you, patiently. "want you to make me feel good." your voice was so quiet, so small and you were looking anywhere but his face. you thought it was somewhat awkward in a sense, more scary really. he'd shrug it off for your natural shyness that simply never went away.

"see?" his voice gentle and loving. "wasn't hard, was it?" you shook your head no despite it being the hardest thing you'd done all year. "now get onto your back, angel." you did what he said, not wishing to disappoint him. he followed by climbing on top of you, watching your doe eyes slightly widen.

a breath.

he was so close, lips practically brushing against your own. you'd known carl a very long time but you were sure this was the closest he'd ever been. "'m gonna kiss you, okay?" you nodded, slightly unsure. you'd never been kissed before and you had no idea that it related to the feeling that you'd felt earlier. "it'll all make sense in a second, sweetheart." he mumbled, hands on your waist. "just... relax."

and suddenly, his lips were on yours.

his lips were even softer than they looked. and if that was what you thought of his lips, you could only imagine what he thought of yours. he kissed you gently, open mouthed kissing with his tongue slipping past yours.

now you understood.

it definitely related to the feeling.

as he was kissing you, you had the sudden urge to roll your hips upwards, into his own. carl had this way of making you feel so comfortable that you didn't have to worry the outcome. so you did. rolling your hips gently yet desperately.

you felt him let out a harsher breath into your mouth. his lips moved from your mouth. you felt him press a kiss to the corner of your lips, then to your chin and down to your neck. the feeling of him sucking against the supple skin had a whimper falling from your lips, then another and a long stretched whine.

his lips moved away and his tongue soothed down the hurt skin.

you supposed, you knew what sex was. it was an intimate form of love on your partner. was that what you and carl were going to do? sex? carl wasn't your boyfriend but he was the only one in the entire world you'd felt such a connection to. you supposed, if anyone was to have sex with you, it may as well be carl grimes.

"sweetheart." he breathed against your neck. "keep making sounds like that 'n i won't be able to last." to last? for what?

you didn't even care what he was saying, just the sound of his voice was enough to have you reeling. "carl, please just..."

"shh." he hushed you, practically cooing. "s'needy." before his hands moved back down towards your shorts. "can i take this off?" though he wasn't just grasping the band of your shorts but of your panties too. however, you couldn't seem to care. nodding enthusiastically before helping him guide the material off your body.

carl's breath hitched in his throat. he'd seen you before, he'd seen you when you were sleeping and he plunged a finger inside you, tasted you even. even so, it was like seeing you for the first time all over again.

he could see you red as a tomato above him, covering your face. you'd known carl forever, but something about being nude with him over you on your couch seemed like something a best friend shouldn't do. carl didn't allow the shyness to continue, peppering gentle kisses across the skin of your face. "hey, hey." gently removing your hands. "you're beautiful."

your hands suddenly pawed at the end of his shirt. if you were going to be bare, he should too, right? "can you..?"

"wan't me to take of my shirt, baby?" you only nodded, pressing your lips together. he nodded himself before placing his hands at the end of his shirt, bringing it up and above his head, tossing it off the couch. "your turn." he mumbled, pressing kisses to your neck before grasping the bottom of your own shirt. you allowed him to pull it over your own head.

it was no surprise that there was no bra found underneath, your perky tits bouncing gently. he moved his lips downwards, sucking on one and grasping the other between his fingers, flicking over your pretty nipple. you whined, back arching off the couch and hands finding his hair, tugging at the strands.

his lips popped over your nipple, letting go with a string of spit attatching the two of you. he pushed his large hand onto your chest, thumb at one end of your tits and other fingers at the other, pushing them together. you were so small compared to him, it had his own mind reeling. "so fucking pretty."

"carl." there was desperation in his eyes. the amount of times you had uttered his name would have made anyone think you were reciting it as if he were god himself. "need you." you didn't even know what you meant yourself. all you did know was that you needed him, in whatever way possible.

"i know, pretty girl." his fingers traced your cheek, cupping it ever so softly. "'m gonna touch you, okay?"

nervously, you found yourself nodding. you knew by him touching you, the ache would go away. how you knew that, you were unsure. perhaps it was because you put so much trust in carl to do what was right.

you expected the soft flutter of his long fingers, the gentle tracing of the pads against your skin. what you hadn't been expecting was the mouth that suddenly landed on your core.

as if on cue, your back arched against the couch once more. a moan of both surprise and pleasure fell from your lips. you felt the vibrations of a chuckle throughout your body, from him. he'd been waiting for this moment for too long to let it slip from his fingers.

the foreign feeling of a face between your thighs had you writhing. you allowed his tongue to explore your cunt, whining and whimpering while your hands clung to his hair, overcome with a foreign pleasure.

never, had you felt this good in your entire life.

an eerie sense was embedded right in your stomach, telling you that this was all wrong. the feelings you felt and the way his hands moved against your body, it had to be wrong. but the pleasure of his tongue lapping against your cunt told you that no matter how hard he tried, nothing carl could do would ever be wrong.

you felt him insert a finger into your hole and you were sure you'd lost it.

"carl!" you moaned out, unsure what words to use. "carl―nughhh!" no words could grasp your tongue signifying how good it felt.

your wetness seeped onto his tongue, decorating it with your pretty juices, and his finger had a rim of white surrounding it, belonging to you. his face moved up from your pussy, glancing to your own face. your head was thrown back, eyes shut and reflection twisted. "i know, baby." pumping his finger in and out of you in quick motions. "feels good, huh?"

you nodded your head, babbling incoherently despite the fact that carl couldn't make out a single word you said. he nodded with a smirk, anyway.

this was so much better now that you were awake.

"uh huh?" he was practically testing you, your moans coming out strangled and harsh. "yeah, told you i'd fix it, huh?"

and boy, did he fix it.

the sensation grew and you began to get a sudden knotted feeling in your stomach. it was foreign, new and strange. but despite that, you were sure you'd felt it before. perhaps in a dream? one of which carl had remembered all too well.

a sudden panicked state came over you. "carl" you babbled out, a hint of worry in your voice.

carl placed his free hand on your thigh, gently rubbing against it and shushing you. "shh, shh, you can take it." his mouth travelling back to where you needed him the most.

you couldn't even give him a warning.

the orgasm fell over you before you could even register what was happening. your back practically lept from the couch, good thing carl's hand had been keeping your stomach steady against the material. mewls fell from your lips, shameful mewls that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

your legs shook from around his head, his name falling from your red and swollen lips like a prayer, fingers tight around his little curls.

finally, his head reappeared from it's place between your thighs, a grin on his face.

your eyes were low, sort of red. and he swore it was the prettiest sight he'd ever seen.

"feel good, huh?" pride on his smug face. he came up to meet your own by the arm of the couch, hand moving your hair past your ear.

you had this sinking, gnawing feeling as you glanced up at him. "but... what about you?" thinking that surely couldn't have made him feel good. you'd never experienced pleasure like that before, you were sure everyone in the world should get to experience it at least once.

"don't worry about me, sweet girl." peppering gentle kisses to the nape of your neck. "next time." he spoke despite his hand moving against his dick, straightening it out after his own cum leaked through his jeans.

he came in his pants because of you. again.

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Won't You Suffer for the Angels to Fly?

➔ Joel Miller x fem!Reader - 2k

➔ Joel finds religion in the last place he expected to--a preacher's daughter.

➔ Rated MA for pure blasphemy. a lot of religious imagery and defiling of holy places--please read at your own risk. unprotected p in v sex, creampie, squirting, fingering (f receiving), corruption kink, HEFTY age gap (r is early 20s [unspecified], joel is 56), reader uses feminine pronouns and has female anatomy [please let me know if i missed anything at all :)]

➔ this is for my mid to plus!sized readers :) you're beautiful and valid and i love you. this was written in basically one sitting after i binged mike flanagan's midnight mass in one night. thank you to my lovelies @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin and @shakespeareanwannabe for talking me through this <3 title is from "heaven only knows" by bob moses

The Bible teaches–at least according to what Joel was able to gleam from the Easter service–that everything happens for a reason. That every pelting raindrop in its descent from the sky, even before it lands heavy and dark in his hair or soaks the lush green landscape of Jackson, has a purpose.

He’s struggled a lot with purpose ever since hearing that existential crisis-inspiring sermon that Tommy had dragged him to. 

In the preacher’s defense, it went over well with everyone else. So many people are lost nowadays, adrift in a world that doesn’t seem to have space for them. They need that hope, that reassurance that they’re here for a reason. That they’ve survived hell on earth not out of luck, but out of purpose. He pulled out the big gun that everyone needed to hear on one of the two days a year that everyone in Jackson has their ears open to him. It was tactful, and Joel has to acknowledge that. Your father is clever, if not cunning.

It’s a trait that you’ve learned directly from him, whether purposeful or not. But you sat right in the front row and nodded along to every word, accepting without thought or conflict that purpose is in every action, every reaction, every change of tide and every gust of wind.

And if everything has a purpose, your purpose must be to torture him.

You never have anything but a smile on your face for Joel. Joel, a man older than your own father, a man whose hands have broken every commandment that you hold so dear. A man that should know better than to let you get under his skin and infect his dreams.

He wonders what it would be like to hold someone so perfectly untainted in hands that have killed and destroyed and sinned. Hands that are strong, hands that are experienced, hands that are greedy. He’s certain he could teach you all about greed. He could make you beg, plead, sob for more and more and more until the only thought remaining in your pretty little head is how much you want to take from him. Until you become a glutton at the altar of his generosity.

And oh, how generous he could be once he had you begging. Minding your manners and asking nicely for what you need, of course, but he would never deny you anything you asked of him.

“Can I help you with that, Mr. Miller?” He hadn’t even noticed he was struggling–and he wouldn’t be, really, if he wasn’t so distracted. Putting new legs on a pew isn’t the issue after all; it’s the fact that you’re sitting there on the stairs that lead up to the altar and absentmindedly swinging your legs as if you’re taunting him. As if you understand that his resolve is slipping with every passing second he’s alone in this room with you. 

“Joel.”

“Hmm?” You shift your posture to lean closer, and that skirt that’s already way too short to be worn by the pastor’s daughter, in a house of God of all places, rides just a little further up your deliciously full thighs. 

How is he expected to work, to keep his mind on the job, when all he wants is to know what those thighs might feel like wrapped around his head?

He clears his throat and adjusts “You can call me Joel, sweetheart.”

He sees it, then. It’s so subtle, but it’s not imagined. You squirm at the pet name, at the raspy drawl of his voice, and it changes everything for him.

He sees in his mind the sweet girl, barely out of her teens, who sits in the front pew with a Bible in her lap. He sees the girl who sings so sweetly to the tune of every hymn. He sees the girl who’s so shy that she blushes every time she catches his gaze.

And then he sees everything underneath the act. He sees the girl who’s bold enough to wear a bright red dress to the Easter service. He sees the girl who makes eye contact with him across the dining hall every night to watch the way he reacts to her lips wrapped so tantalizingly smoothly around her spoon. He sees the girl who knew he would be alone in the chapel today–the girl who wore an easily accessible skirt just for the occasion.

You bookmark the page you’re on and set down the book you were reading, eyes fixated on him all the while. “Is there something I can help with, Joel?”

There certainly is, and it’s not the pew he’s supposed to be repairing.

He remembers, vaguely, hearing something about how God spares guilt from sinners when sin is necessary. It must be necessary to teach you a lesson, then–as you stride over and kneel beside him, your eyes heavy with anticipation and lashes fluttering, he doesn’t feel an ounce of guilt.

“Hasn’t your daddy taught you not to dress like this?” He takes the hem of your skirt idly in his hand, rubs the silky fabric between his thumb and forefinger. He’s not touching you, not really, but his hand is so achingly close. An inch or two, and he’d feel your warmth–those plush thighs that God created to rule over Joel Miller’s mind, body, and soul; ‘til death does he finally know peace, amen.

You shake your head and even manage to seem smug as you say, “No. He just teaches everyone else to resist temptation.”

“I’ve never been much good at that,” he murmurs.

He thinks that you know that. He thinks that you’re his crucible, his most important moral trial–that maybe, if he can turn you away now, he’s a good man.

Joel Miller is not a good man. His kiss is crushing. It’s hellfire, it’s brimstone, it’s everything you’ve been taught to fear your entire life. You melt into it so prettily, accepting your damnation with parted lips and eager eyes. A wanton moan gets caught in your throat when his hand slips further up your skirt. 

No panties–in a place of worship, no less. He should bend you over his knee for this transgression, make sure you understand how filthy you are. But there’s hardly time for that now, not when he’s even more desperate than you are. And you are desperate–dripping down his fingers into the palm of his hand as your teeth leave perfect little indents in the plush skin of your bottom lip.

His free hand grips your chin firmly, guiding your eyes to his. He wants to see your depravity, the flickering embers of lust in your eyes as you come on his fingers and cry out for salvation from the all-consuming pleasure.

“Oh my God–”

His hand tightens around your jaw just the slightest bit in warning. “No, baby. You moan my name when I’m touchin’ you.”

And you do–thighs trembling, eyes watering, you cry out his name like a prayer as your cunt pulses and squeezes around his willing fingers.

There’s an unpracticed tremble to your hand as you reach to work open his belt, and it makes his cock throb under the confining material of his jeans.

You want every inch of his skin pressed against yours, so desperate for it that you’re nearly in tears when he pulls your fingers away from the buttons on his shirt. He’s not foolish–no one steps foot into this place during the week, but he knows better than to tempt God’s sense of humor. This has to be quick and contained, and you know it too; you picked your little skirt for exactly that reason.

He catches a glimpse of your glistening need as you settle over his thighs, and once again he battles to resist temptation. He whispers in your ear as you settle your chest against his and grind that fluttering, sensitive cunt along his length–promises himself more than you, really, that he’ll bury his face in your folds and drink from you next time. Next time–the promise makes you clench impossibly hard around nothing.

His eyes have never been quite as heavy as they are when you start to sink that dripping heat down his cock. Head tipped back, throat exposed, completely at your mercy. He has to force himself to look up at you–to worship the goddess enshrined on his altar, all his for the taking.

You bite into your lip nearly hard enough to draw blood as your hips settle against his, completely overwhelmed by the burning stretch of his size. He’s a challenge, certainly, but one that you are determined to overcome. 

“Easy, baby girl,” he grumbles as you start to rock against him before you’re truly accommodated. His hands rest heavy on your hips–not anchoring, but encouraging. As wrong–as depraved–as this may be, he wants you to enjoy it without pain. “That’s right, nice and slow.”

It doesn’t stay that way, though; the desperation mounts to a boiling point until you’re bouncing fervently in his lap. It’s delicious, the way the thick head of him drags against something deep and sensitive within you. He guides you when your thighs start to burn, grip tightening enough to leave forbidden bruises in the soft flesh of your hips. His mouth presses to yours, breathing the oxygen straight from your lungs as he presses his hips up. There’s nothing you can do but take it, pliant in his hold, head rolling back to accommodate the wet drag of his mouth and the tickling scratch of his beard against your throat.

He feels it before you do–a subtle flutter as your cunt tries sucking him in even deeper. And maybe, if he was a good man, he’d lean away from it and have mercy on you. But he’s not a good man–he’s a greedy, wanton, desperate man. He angles his hips and thrusts as hard as he can, shoving you into your release with force.

You overflow with it; gushing over him like a flood, staining his hastily pushed down jeans and the floorboards beneath.

He pushes you onto your back like you’re weightless, adrenaline coursing as he starts to slam into you. It’s not polite or sweet or loving–he fucks into you and empties himself like an animal. He growls deep in his throat as his cock pulses within you, instructing you to “take it, baby girl” as if you’d consider anything less. 

You don’t know where your release ends and his begins. All you know is his weight on top of you, his mouth on your jaw, the collective breathless pants that fill the room as you both come down together.

You’re not sure how long it is before he pulls out of your warmth with an actual whine, breath heavy against your neck where his face is so comfortably nestled.

And you start to laugh, because you wish you’d worn panties after all–you don’t know how you’re going to get home with the mess of cum that’s dripping down the curve of your ass.

He even chuckles with you, until he tears his eyes away from your blissed face and sees the cross hanging heavy on the far wall.

“Th-that…” he gulps. “That can’t happen again.”

“It can,” you assure him, and he supposes you’re right.

You keep your head down and your eyes to yourself on Sunday, even as you spot the barely-noticeable stain on the hardwood floor next to the newly-repaired pew on the right side of the aisle. It’s so faint that no one would notice it unless they were looking for it, but it’s glaringly obvious to you. You should be ashamed; you should be begging for forgiveness. But then you meet Joel’s watchful eyes, and the shame washes away. How can you feel guilty over an act of worship?

THE END

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[luvyeni]

hii! most hair pulling toe curling dog barking jake smut pls <3 im really looking forward to the future of ur blog! 🫶🏻

GOOD GIRL; SIM JAEYUN

pairings: popular!jake x shytutor!reader

Wc. 713

warnings: fem reader, public sex, fingering, praise kink

this isn't toe curling, but jake sim himself is toe curling so...

Trying to tutor jake, but the boy has other things on his mind.

—

You didn't even want to be here, you didn't want to tutor jake sim, but due to your shy nature you couldn't even tell the professor that you didn't want to do it.

Jake sim was the most sought after boy at the university — rich, handsome, smart and athletic... Girls wanted to be with him, and guys wanted to be him (some of them wanting to be with him too).

"I'm done." You began to pack up your things, you weren't just gonna sit and wait. "Wait don't leave." You watched as jake ran up to you breathless. "I'm here."

"2 hours later." Basically mumbling to yourself, you were too nervous to even look him in the eye.

Jake took a notice of your timid state, smirking.. you were cute.

"Maybe we can reschedule for next week." You stood up, but he was blocking your way. "Excuse me." You said, eyes glued to the floor.

"Please, I need you." You finally looked up, staring into his eyes... those goddamn eyes. Sighing, you sat down, pulling everything back out.

"Sit."

He sat down... with absolutley nothing in his hands. "Where are your books?" He curses under his breath. "I left them in my buddies car, can we share yours?" He leaned in real close to your face. "o-oh um.. s-sure." You slid the book in between you two.

You fanned your cheeks that began to heat up—jake notices this, smirking... he couldn't help it, he wanted to ruin you.

You knew it was a bad idea, he did absolutely nothing... he just sat there, staring at you, occasionally throwing you a wink when you'd turn to instruct his face back into the book.

"Let's take a break." He sat back in his chair. "It has only been a hour." You looked through the book. "And you've barely done anything."

He didn't get upset at what you said, because he hadn't been listening to a word of what you had been saying, he'd actually be staring at your legs, watching your skirt ride up due to you constantly moving.

"Why are you so shy?" He questioned, eyebrow lifting. "I-i'm not."

"You are, you can barely look at me, it's cute." Was he making fun of you? "I-i can."

"Okay princess, look at me." you can feel his breath on your face, as you slowly twist your head in his direction. "Good girl."

That sent a shiver down your spine, not going on by the boy. "You like that?" He smirked, getting even closer, knee to knee.

"W-what a-are you talking about? pay attention to the book." You stared at the book, trying to ignore the wetness in your underwear.

"Answer my question." His hand slowly making it's way up to where you so desperately wanted him. "Come be a good girl and answer."

You bite your lip to contain your moans. "J-jake." you breathing began to stagger.

"Say it." His hand was now at your heat, rubbing your clit through your panties.

"You're dripping princess, all you have to do is say it and i'll give you what you want."

"I-i d-do, i like being called that." you said quietly, he smiled, pulling your panties to the side.

"Jake" you moaned out as he slid one finger inside your pussy, but he shushed you. "We're in the library, you have to be quite, can you do that for me? hm, can you be a good girl for me?"

You nodded, and he added another finger speeding up his movements. "Fucking hell, you're so wet, you're gonna cum already?, cum for me." you began to shake in his hold as you came on his fingers.

"Be a good girl and cum for me."

"You look so pretty like this." He slowly pulled his fingers out of you slowly, staring you directly into your eyes, putting them into his mouth. "Soooo fucking good."

"Jake."

The whimper you let out made jake's cock twitch in his slacks.

"Princess, let's go." He grabbed your bag, stuffing all the stuff in there. "G-go w-where?" you grabbed his hand, stopping his movements. "To my house."

"I can't just let you go like this, i need to fuck you before I lose my mind."

[recklesssturniolo]

Watch - M.S

Sub!matt for u all, mommy kink, Matt’s POV

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

I sat smiling as I watched Y/N joke around with my brothers at the warehouse, she had basically destroyed both Nick and Chris in a game of pool. Chris being a sore loser tossed his stick to the ground claiming she somehow was a cheater.

“Blah blah you’re just mad you’re shit at pool” She laughed, bending over to pick up the stick Chris tossed. Unaware at the fact that as she bent over I got a view of her dark blue lace panties from her skirt riding up. Turning me on pretty much immediately. Trying to ignore the hard on slowly growing in my pants, I simply begin scrolling on my phone. Hearing some slight yelling, my eyes flicker up curious as to what’s going on.

“Chris I swear to fucking god do not throw that you’re going to break something. Put it down now” Y/N demands.

“No thank you I’ll pass” Chris smiles.

“Seriously Chris, give it to me now and go sit the fuck down somewhere else” She instructs.

Why the fuck was her being bossy and her tone of voice hot? I’d heard her nagging at Chris before but I’ve never been turned on by her acting that way until now. I continue to watch the scene unfold until she once again bends over to pick up whatever Chris was going to throw, except this time she bent over further. Giving me a perfect view of her clothed pussy. I internally groan, now fully hard and wanting to just rip her panties off and fuck her, but I also couldn’t get over how hot she is when bossy and demanding.

Chris ends up listening and both him and Nick go into another room to do god knows what. As Y/N walks over to me, I can’t help but get hornier.

“God Chris can be such a pain in the ass” She sighs, completely unaware of how much I needed her.

“I need you” I say honestly, not having any patience to wait.

“Aw is Matty horny?” She smirks.

I grab her hand and place it on my dick, “Does the fact my dick is about to bust open my pants from how hard I am answer your question?”

“Come on then” She nods, grabbing my hand and bringing me to the office, shutting the door behind me. Kissing me, but only momentarily.

“Sit” She demands after grabbing a chair and placing it directly in front of a desk.

Immediately surprised at the fact she seemed to be taking a dominant role in this, I do as she says. My jaw drops as I watch her sit on the desk, remove her panties and spread her legs.

“Oh you want me to eat you out?” I ask.

“You’re gonna sit and watch me play with myself, understood?” She responds.

“I - what? Your pussy is too fucking pretty for me to just sit here, you’re already wet and you’re expecting me to just sit and watch?” I ask shocked at the words that left her mouth.

“That’s exactly what you’re going to do. Don’t you wanna be a good boy for me?” She smirks.

I nod my head in response, honestly just hoping if I did ask she said I’d be able to get what I wanted faster. I stare intently as she moves her hand down and begins to play with herself. Moving circles on her clit and moving her fingers between her now glistening slits from how wet she was. Moans leaving her mouth as she did so.

“This feels so good Matty” She moans out.

“Fucking hell please let me taste you” I groan out, now palming myself through my pants, desperate for any sensation.

“Don’t touch yourself. Keep your hands on your lap” She demands, as she moves a finger inside of herself. I swear I’m going to go insane.

I do as she says and stop palming myself, immediately wanting the sensation to return and for her to let me touch her. She looked incredible but god I wanted to be the one making her feel good.

“Good boy” She smiles. Now adding a second finger inside of herself. Her pace quickening.

“I - oh my god please I need you please?” I say, now begging.

“You wanna make mommy feel good pretty boy?” She replies.

“Yes yes I’ll be such a good boy for you mommy” I say nodding my head repeatedly.

“Get over here and on your knees then” She demands.

I swear I’ve never moved so fast in my life. The second my knees hit the ground I was licking between her folds, sucking on her clit, doing anything and everything to be able to taste her more.

“Fuck baby just like that, you’re making me feel so good” She moans, now pulling at my hair.

“Tastes so good mommy” I say from between her legs.

I continue eating her out, but can’t help myself from picturing her mouth on my dick, at this point feeling as if I could come in my pants just from eating her out, but I wanted, no needed her to touch me.

“Can you - can you suck my dick” I whimper.

“But baby you haven’t even made me come yet? You really think you deserve that?” She replies.

“I just need you so bad mommy. I’ll make you come on my dick. Please” I beg, my thumb still rubbing circles on her clit.

“Only since you’ve been such a good boy for me, go sit” She responds, causing me to instantly get up and sit back on the chair, beginning to unbutton my pants and finally release my dick.

She sits on her knees, and watches as I basically tear my clothes off, her removing her top as well. My dick slapping my stomach as I take my boxers off. I notice a small smirk on her face and know she’s planning something.

She puts her hand up to my mouth before demanding, “Spit”

I do as she says, spitting on her palm. Watching as she brings her hand down to my dick and begins stroking me.

“Look at you, your legs are shaking already and I’ve barely touched you” She says.

Fuck she looked so hot on her knees for me. I move my hands to grab her breasts but she stops me.

“No touching” She says looking up at me. I let a whine fall from my mouth but nonetheless nod my head.

She uses her tongue and swirls it around my tip, putting it into her mouth but only the tip.

“More fuck take it all please mommy” I whimper.

“Be patient baby” She replies.

“At least let me touch you” I say, throwing my head back.

“Keep being a good boy and you’ll be able to touch all of me” She smirks back.

Without warning she takes all of me into her mouth, my dick now continuously hitting the back of her throat as she bobs her head. An immediate string of curse words quietly leaving my mouth as she did.

“Holy fuck oh my god feels so good” I whimper, my eyes squeezing shut and my legs continuing to tremble as I try to control myself from coming fast.

“Yeah? Is mommy making you feel good Matty?” She says, taking my dick out of her mouth momentarily and using her hand to stroke me to allow herself to catch her breath.

“Yes so good. I don’t think I can last much longer, I’m going to come” I tell her, looking down at her.

“You’re not coming until I say you can pretty boy” She says while making direct eye contact with me.

“I can’t - take it any longer I need to be inside you please mommy” I stutter.

She strokes my face before replying, “Okay pretty boy but you better fuck me good”

“I will” I reply.

She guides me back over to the table, situating herself on the edge and laying down. I slide my dick up and down her folds a few times before aligning myself with her entrance. Without a second thought I slowly push myself into her, then hearing her moan.

“S-so tight” I grunt. Thrusting my hips in and out. Moving my hands to play with her breasts - finally being allowed to touch her.

“You better fuck me harder than this if you’re wanting to come in me Matty” She says, her grip already tight on my hands that I had placed on her waist.

I dont respond but immediately pick up my pace, both of us having a flow of moans and whimpers coming from our mouths.

“Good boy baby, keep going, fuck right there” She moans.

“Am I making you feel good mommy” I ask between pants.

“So good Matty” She replies as her back arches.

“I’m gonna come soon” I whimper, feeling my legs once again starting to shake, needing to release myself.

“You’re gonna come with mommy okay?” She smirks.

“Yes yes” I respond, unable to think of anything better than that.

I continue pounding into her, her moans being music to my ears, my whimpers becoming louder the closer I got.

“God fuck, let go baby, come with me” She groans out.

After a couple more thrusts we’re both slurring our words, endless moans from us both, me now using the table to hold myself up. She sits up and cups my face, planting a kiss on my lips, smirking before saying, “my good boy”

“God why the fuck haven’t you been dominant like that before? Do you know how hot that was?” I ask, knowing I’ll be replaying this in my head for god knows how long.

She shrugs in response, “Didn’t even think I had it in me until today, also didn’t think you could be so needy”

“Once I saw your blue panties I knew it was game over” I smirked, knowing she was still not aware I even saw.

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[ghostssweetgirl]

simon ghost riley x f!reader

mine [smut]

Pairing: simon 'ghost' riley x fem reader

CW: alcohol intake, bar, dancing flirtatiously with a girl (y/n uses fem pronouns), bisexual/pansexual reader, jealous ghost, bathroom sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), slight praise kink, slight size kink if you squint, slight possessiveness kink

Word Count: 2.5k~

nsfw under the cut ! minors, do not interact! 18+ only !!

It was a well-deserved celebration night after an important mission. The 141 stopped by a lively bar, filled with all types of people. Music was bumping, and people were party chatting, laughing, and having a great time. For you and the team, it was a victory on your end for finally completing a very long, painfully exhausting mission. 

You had slipped out of your dirty uniform to something better. You were wanting to get lit tonight, so it had to be something sexy, but comfortable. You put on a long sleeve top that squeezed your figure tightly, a long 'V' exposing part of your breasts, and a small portion of your tummy. Paired with black jeans, ripped aggressively along your thighs, and black heeled boots. Of course, you let your hair down. Brushing it out, watching slight curls form at the tips. 

Trying something new, you put on some eyeliner, giving yourself some siren eyes. Curling your eyelashes, and putting on some mascara, you were very happy with how you looked. Cue hours later, at a bar you've never been to before, you were confirmed by the long, flirty looks of random men that caught eye contact with you. 

Going in and out of conversations with the force, and people watching around the bar, you were on your 8th drink of the night, finally feeling the buzz run through your veins. Soap calls a toast, lining up shots for everyone to take. Once everyone cheers, you sling your shot back and catch a peek at the Lieutenant, Ghost. 

He sat back in the booth, legs man spread and nodded his head at you as he took his shot. You smile, chasing yours with another shot, then go back to your girly drink, bobbing your head to the upbeat music. Soap joins you in the head bopping as well as Gaz. Price chuckles, shaking his head and Ghost looks unamused, unphased. 

--

Your body moved on its own; simply dancing out of your seat, to a semi-crowded area. A pretty woman, bubbly with a charming smile waltzed up to you asking you to dance with her. Of course, you obliged, can't tell a pretty lady no, can we?

You jumped up and down while you heard your favorite song come on - although your vision was hazy, your mind was colorful and wild, you smirked at the girl as you wiggled your hips, walking to her, accepting her invitation. Your bodies clashed, hands stuck together as they swirled into the air together, waving back and forth. 

You two giggled with each other, and it ended up with you turned around, basically grinding onto her. Her hands grabbed your hips and yours hung over your head, around her shoulders. You take a look around and it seems you've forgotten who you came with since you were having so much fun. Your heart almost drops as you look in the direction of where the rest of the 141 is sitting and they're looking directly at you. Soap, Gaz, and Price ogling you, enjoying the show they've been able to see. Really, you were looking at Ghost, but he wasn't looking at you. He was looking at his captain and his men. 

-

Ghost

He really,��really was trying his damndest to hold himself back at this point. Many attempts to remain professional failed, and at this moment, he didn't want to admit that what he was feeling was jealousy. He knew the consequences of hooking up with you in the past, as he had tried to push them down and ignore them. Especially knowing that with the latest mission you were on, there would be no way to get a piece of you. But as soon as he could, he knew he'd pursue you, though Ghost urged him to pull away and leave you be. Simon was insatiable; he wanted every inch of you, to make you his, make you feel the love you never felt before, and treat you right. Hence, why every "last time" was never truly the last. 

Ghost had an upper hand at first, but Simon was overcoming, therefore developing anger and possessiveness when he saw the way his own captain, his men ogling over you, dragging their eyes slowly over your body, over the curves the feminine hands were caressing. He even felt jealousy towards the woman running her hands along your body; the same one that had melted under him several times. The body, the person he thought of every waking morning and every night. As seconds tick by, he just gets more pissed off, his fists clenched by his sides.

She knows what the fuck she's doing, he thought. I'll have to show you that you're mine. No one else's. 

Fuck, it was hot, though, he couldn't help but admit that. He knew you were feeling yourself, feeling good - you damn sure looked good. Lust mixed with jealousy as he saw her hands grope your waist down to your hips while you shook your ass on her, swaying your hips to the music. The way your tits bounced, your chest glistened with sweat, your jawline stretched slightly as you tilted your head back at the attractive woman, and her hands glided up between your breasts as she pulled you into her face slowly.

Just before your lips met hers...

-

Your heart was racing, you were sweaty, hair locked to your face. She was teasing playfully, slowly pulling your face to hers before you felt a presence looming before you - your Lieutenant. 

You pull back, looking up at him nervously. "Yes, sir?"

"Need to talk to you," he told you. 

"Okay, wh-" you were cut off as he grabbed your wrist, stealing you away from the girl and walking away from the crowd towards the bathrooms. You looked back to make sure no one was watching you before you stumbled along, keeping up with his long steps.

--

He opens the bathroom door quickly, slamming and locking it behind you. You stood on the tip of your toes, anticipating what was going to happen. He seemed angry, or flustered. 

"Are you okay, Ghost?" 

"Shut up," he rasped, caging you against the wall. "You knew what you were doing out there, doll."

"I was dancing, Lieutenant," you replied softly. 

"Mm, dancin'? Looked like a little more than dancin' to me," he whispered lowly into your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine like hot electricity.

"We were just having fun, sir... I apologize..." you look up at him with drunken, glossy eyes. There was no way that he was jealous of you as you both knew what was what while you two hooked up in the past, knowing the consequences of catching feelings in your field of work. It was damn sure a nice stress reliever, but it was just as hard on you as it was on him - to not catch feelings. 

One arm against the wall above your head, the other reaching towards your face. He grabs your chin, aligning your face to his, with dark eyes scanning your innocent ones. He sighs roughly before lifting his mask above his nose to press his lips to yours, kissing you with hard passion. 

He shifts one leg between yours, pulling away from the kiss as one hand trails down your neck to your collarbone, tracing your delicate skin. "Is that what you call havin' fun? Grindin' your arse on a pretty lady, givin' the men a show, huh?"

"I... I," you panted as his head lowered, and his breath lingered on your neck. His lips sucked at the soft spot as he gauged your reactions. You tried to explain yourself, but the pleasure took your words from you. "I was just..."

"Save your excuses, darlin'..." he nipped at your neck, earning a small squeal from your lips. Your back slightly arched against the wall as his lips trailed down your chest, and both hands massaged your waist. 

Your body melded to his touches, arching and leaning into him, for his hands that pervertedly, expertly, explored your curves. You couldn't help yourself as you ground onto his thigh, feeling the friction send a shiver up your spine. 

He grunted as he worked his thick thigh into your heat. "Good girl, that feels good, yeah? Grindin' on my thigh?"

"Yes..." you panted as you met his lust-filled gaze. 

"Fuck, I need these pants off," he rasped, taking his leg away from you as he knelt down, unbuttoning your jeans, watching your thick thighs ease out after being constricted. "Beautiful girl." 

Nearly blushing at his compliments, you shuffled your legs making it easier for him to remove your bottoms. He sets your pants to the side before he runs his large, calloused hands up your legs to your hips, squeezing the fat of your ass. He places soft kisses up your inner thighs that knowingly spread once he was on his knees. 

"Simon..." you moaned.

"That's right," he said in between kitten licks at your slit over your panties. "Whose name are you moaning, luv?"

"Yours, Simon!" you squealed as he pressed his lips deep over your covered clit. He hummed against your heat as he moved your soaked panties to the side. "Fuck, you look so good between my legs, Simon," you cooed. 

"Yeah? Only me, right?" he teased as he kissed the puffy lips of your cunt, before licking a slow stripe up to your clit. His lips suck harshly on it, causing your hips to buck. His hands snaked up your stomach to your breasts, pushing the shirt out of the way as your tits bounce out. He plays with them as his tongue is flicking at your throbbing nerve.

"Fuck! Yes, only you!" you agreed, grabbing the back of his mask between your fingers, pulling him deeper into your core. His tongue flattens as you hold his head steady, riding his face. You feel his hums as it vibrates against you, helping you ride out your high. 

The knot in your stomach tightens, threatening to snap as he pistons two large fingers that felt like a real cock inside you, scissoring against your gummy walls. You cry out in pleasure as your legs start to stutter beneath you. His arm reaches around your waist to hold you in place as he coaxes your arousal out of you, straight onto his face. 

Out of breath, you tilt your head down to see him kneeling for a moment, panting with your arousal shining on his face. You watch him as he gets up, towering over you once again. He pushes his two fingers inside your mouth in which you suck greedily, lapping up your own juices. He moans at the sight. 

"Fuck... 'M gonna show you who you belong to, doll," he growled. He grabbed you by your waist and flipped you around, bending you over the sink. You anxiously meet your own eyes in the mirror before you meet his, boring into your soul, demanding you to watch. 

Two fingers work your hole, stretching it to prepare you for his cock before he unbuckles his belt, releasing his throbbing length from the restraint before the tip meets your entrance. Stretching you open slowly, pulling back before he bottoms out; you moan in unison at the feeling. "Tight cunt... always so fuckin' wet f'me, yeah? You like my cock inside you, babe?"

Your mouth opens as you struggle to reply, staring sheepishly into his eyes as he tilts his head, waiting for your answer. "Mmf, ah, fuck, yes, yes, sir!" you whispered as you felt his cock reach your cervix, teasing it as the tip of his cock rutted against your sweet spot. 

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, a sight to behold for Simon as he's doing long, slow strokes into your cunt, cherishing the way you feel wrapped around him. 

"No one else fucks you like this, right, y/n~?" he leaned down, grabbing the back of your neck as he plowed even deeper inside of you. The lewd sound of skin slapping echoes against the tile walls and your choked moans motivates his thrusts as they get rougher. 

"N- Oh~... No! No one else, no!" you plead, tears welling up in the corner of your eyes as you helplessly reach another orgasm. You nearly scream when he spreads your cheek, allowing him to ram into you better. He then leans down, clamping a hand over your mouth when he feels your pussy grip him impossibly tighter.

"Fuck, yes, good fuckin' girl," he purred. "You're mine, luv. This pussy is fuckin' mine." Thrust. "You're fuckin' mine, all mine." Thrust. "Only I get to fuck you like this. Only I get to touch you like this." He squeezes your tit roughly, rolling your nipple between his two fingers as you whine, tears falling down your cheeks as pleasure takes control of your body, the coil snapping as you finally release, squeezing his cock as he moans lowly into your ear. 

"Who fucks you dumb, huh?"

"Y-you, Simon!"

"Mhm, that's right, good fuckin' slut," he laughs as he teases his tip against your entrance before he slams into you slowly, watching your head loll around as he uses you like a fuck doll. 

"Simon! I can't! Too much, fu-uck!" 

"Oh, you can. One more f'me, doll," he chuckled, pulling you to his chest, wrapping an arm around your torso. He cups your chin, forcing you to take a look in the mirror. You see your tits bouncing, your pussy and thighs coated, slick with arousal and his veiny hands and arms gripping you tightly. 

"You're takin' me so well, luv. Such a good fuckin' pussy wrapped around me."

Your fucked-out eyes meet his predatory gaze, he chuckles at you before he looks down, watching your ass jiggle as he slams in and out, demanding that last orgasm to come out of you. 

Your body nearly collapses, he catches you as you fall over, legs spasming as he rips an out-of-body orgasm from you. His cock twitches as he paints your insides white with his thick ropes of cum. He topples over you for a moment as you both catch your breath.

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He helps you redress and clean yourself up before you fix your makeup and hair. You look up into his eyes as he pulls you into his chest, kissing you deeply. He tastes faintly of you and the sweet bourbon he drank. His moans into the kiss as he lets you go with a deep sigh. 

"I meant what I said, y/n. You're mine," it was nearly an order how he spoke to you when he said that.

"Yours," you repeated. "Have been from the start." You winked at him, looking at him from over your shoulder as you walked out of the bathroom, having to pretend as if nothing had happened. 

[kitmoas]

/Evermore

Summary: How do you find your way to the light when you're under the rubble?

Genre Warnings: Mostly Angst, there is a smutty scene though SO 18+

Word Count: about 13k

ANGST warning: Fighting and Avenger work, and then verbal fights as well as, vague/brief mentions of Sexual Assault, Death, Suicide, and Self Harm

Smut Warnings: Mommy/Daddy kink, Puppy/Pup kink, strap on use (r and W receiving), strapwarming, a bit of humiliation, thigh riding, d/s power exchanges,

*as per usual lemme know if i missed anything important*

A/N: And this my loves, is the finale part of TGU S1 Finale. Hopefully it is everything that you guys wanted. Here's part one if you haven't read it! If there are any mistakes or anything, its cause i suck.

***Minors DNI** **Pay attention to the warnings tagged and only click the keep reading tab if you are okay with them and 18+*** ***18+ ONLY***

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Dropping a stack of papers on the table, the man sighs as he rubs his hand over his face. This wasn’t the conversation he wanted to have on everyone’s day off but the longer they wait the more difficult the situation will be to defuse. “This is serious now Wanda, don’t you understand that yet?” Steve just wanted her to agree, nod her head and let them help her figure something out. He didn’t want the young girl to ever be put in a situation where she may end up a public enemy again. 

Pouring a few fingers of whiskey, Tony’s nonchalant attitude would normally frustrate everyone but he is keeping the room calm at the moment. “It’s no longer a maybe, everyone can see the changes in you. It’s basically a flashing sign to the rest of the world that we’re losing control of a ticking time bomb.” His voice is already slurring a little, and you can tell that the surprise meeting took him by surprise but nothing would stop him from drinking in the moment. His family, the team, was falling apart in such a deep way and it was starting to affect him more than most understood. 

“I have it under control, I told you that.” Wanda was glaring at the table, practically refusing to look at anyone. She hated being surprised like this, it felt more like an interrogation or intervention more than a team meeting. 

“We can’t trust your judgment anymore, Maximoff.” Fury always has an air of authority to him, even to the witch who rarely interacted with him. She never liked him, for he had originally been part of the group that wanted to imprison her for her actions with Ultron. The man regardless demanded respect with each word he spoke, even gaining the brunette’s gaze. “Should have taken Hill’s word for it and kept you under lock and key from the moment we realized how dangerous you could end up.” The sarcastic jab was unprofessional, but he didn’t take it back instead staring directly at Wanda. 

Glaring at the head of her girlfriend, the witch tries to prompt her into doing something. “Seriously Nat, you’re going to just sit back and let them speak to me and about me like this?” She knew that the two were having issues, but at the end of the day she knew she would never let someone else berate the ginger like this. 

The widow shrugs, helplessly shaking her head as she finally looks up. “What do you want me to say? I told you that we couldn’t handle this alone, though personally I think this is out of their control at this point but at least we’re finally stepping out of trying to deal with it without help.” It’s almost a slap to the face, a decision that makes it seem almost helpless that the two have been together for almost a full decade at this point. 

Tony sets his glass down, a clank sharp enough to pull everyone’s attention. “Earth can’t handle another eruption, and right now the cherry bomb over there is the biggest one on the radar. It isn’t about sides, we protect and right now I’m not any of us know where this is actually going to end up.” 

“At this point I think you guys just want to lock me back up, throw away the key and leave me to rot. Would that make you guys feel better?” Wanda’s anger could be felt throughout the room, even though her entire body was calm and relaxed. 

The widow in the room speaks slowly, under her breath, but in the dead silence no one could have missed it. “Might make the rest of the world feel better.” Even when she realizes that she said it out loud, you could tell there was no regret. 

“Classy Romanoff, real classy.” Rolling his eyes, Tony downs the rest of his drink as he tries to keep calm. The entire domestic situation was getting out of control and he had a feeling that it would cause the future to be even more rocky if they stayed divided. 

Finally moving to show her emotions, Wanda’s hand slams against the table. A loud resounding smack makes everyone flinch, sparks of scarlett magic flying into the air. “Your problems with me aren’t the boys’ business, so why do you constantly want to air it out in front of others?” The death glare shot towards Natasha would send anyone else to their knees, begging for forgiveness but not the widow. 

The assassin was used to the witch’s outbursts, though they were more frequent when she was younger they haven’t changed one bit. Rolling her eyes at the tantrum that she knows is brewing, she just blankly stares back at Wanda. “When have you ever been against showing off to others? Don’t you love when others watch, you get off on it.” 

Seething, the Sokovian bares her teeth at her girlfriend; furious that this entire thing is always being turned on her. “You’re the one that left our last conversation.” 

A mocking laugh breaks up the heavy breathing, baited silence as everyone waits for them to finish. “I left? Me? Miss Houdini over here thinks that I left! That’s real entertainment.” 

Wanda’s rings scrape against the table, a screech that has the men in the room grimacing, as she exhaustedly sighs. “Walking out after someone tells you what Bishop told us is not okay Natalia. No matter what your reaction is, that is not it.” 

“Get over that night, everyone else did.” A note of silence plants a seed of doubt, watered quickly from the diverted gazes and quiet throat clearing. “Didn’t they?” 

“You got over it. You put a fake bandaid over it. The gifts…I heard they were nice, and of course the suit we made turned out great but…even I know that gifts can only go so far.” Tony sort of shrugs, an attempt to not piss off the ginger. 

A loud scoff interrupts him, the witch stranding quickly as her chair falls behind her. Pushing into the widow’s personal space, Wanda leans down into her face. Her hands land on the armrests, blocking her partner from being able to get up. “Get it through your thick skull Romanoff, the world doesn’t just fall to their knees because you decide that you are ready to move on.” 

It’s silent for a long time, the two women glaring at one another with neither willing to budge. No one really wanted to interrupt, stupidly  hoping that one of them would give up, be willing to nudge at at least a little. When the staring contest goes on for almost ten minutes, the other men all look to one person to try and break it apart. “Even though this fight is incredibly sexy, a real treat ladies. This isn’t what we came to talk about.” Even as Steve and Nick sigh, cringing when they realize how Tony decided to ease tension, everyone is relieved when the two women finally separate. 

Straightening his posture, a very uncomfortable Steve clears his throat. “Yes, we need a game plan for whenever this…prophecy is fulfilled.” 

Wanda rolls her eyes, her face slowly becoming stoic as her mask falls into place. Deliberately ignoring Natasha when a noise of concern falls from her pursed lips, the witch turns to to the captain swiftly. “Here’s the plan Star Spangled Banner, I go away. That’s all. You won’t have to worry about me when I am gone, and I don’t need anyone to even be concerned with me.”

Before anyone can even reply, or try to stop her, the brunette disappears only leaving behind a puff of crimson. 

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A hand tugs you back, and you almost chastise the blonde but she’s shushing you and pointing to the four men walking the path below you two. Floating above a balcony, you lower the two of you to a ceiling beam to try and help conceal your position. It’s mostly dark, just a few dim lights flickering. Thankful for your new technology, and watching as Yelena slips on her green goggles, the two of you take your time to scan the area. You know that this entire situation is no longer an offensive, a recovery mission on one of the highest protocols as not only a huge group of civilians but two of the most prominent heroes are incapacitated. 

Echoes of taunts and muffled whimpers reach the two of you, analyzing the possible route around becomes a breeze as you blink through the purple arrows showing you the best way. When the two of you hear an agonized scream it doesn’t take much more for you to drop down, ambushing the masked men below you. Working together you and the blonde almost move as if you are one, your connection truly shining through fighting for the first time. Even as you move farther into the building, separating as needed, it’s almost like you share the same brain. 

With each move you decide to make, your confidence never wavers as the comforting vibration of crimson mist moves along your body. Besides trying it on during the holidays, you had never worn the suit and the way it works with you is mind blowing. Any time you came face to face with one of the masked men it was like the suit knew what to do, the perfect weapon materializing out of chaos into your hand. 

Maroon blades and arrows glitching from their spots where they stick out of those you leave in your wake, anger from knowing they hurt people you loved making you not second guess your actions. Never running out of weapons coming in handy as the two of you work your way through the huge bank, before finally coming to a meeting point right in front of the main lobby. You take a moment to breathe as you sneak through the last hallway, assessing the situation, and realizing that Wanda made sure that no one could ever track you for everything you leave with them disappears. 

Yelena finally settles next to you, working on a small phone as she works to hack into the building’s alarm and security system. “The witch did good on your suit.” 

Nodding silently, you stand next to her with a shield of scarlet curving around the two of you as you focus on the small screen. “This is Katie’s code.” Your voice is hushed, though excited when you realize that you should be able to figure it out easily enough. “I recognize it from when I hang out at work with her. I think..if you switch the last two things and just rework that fourth line then it should work perfectly.” 

The blonde rolls her eyes at you, doing what you suggest and chuckling as it works perfectly. She easily begins to work through the system, setting up different triggers. “You know, I am shocked that you remember anything from your time at her company as you drool so much over her.” 

She interrupts you before you can chastise her, nodding as she slips the phone back into a pocket somewhere. Making note to giggle at her later, you let the mask show you where to go as the two of you scale the ceiling. The list of how many civilians to save growing with each second you crawl around, the center of the floor finally coming into view. You can see the faint purple electric forcefield first before the mess of people inside, the mask zooms in on the huddle for you. 

Almost immediately you divert your eyes, unable to fully see two of your favorite people in such a position. Instead you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for a fight of your life. You could recognize how outnumbered you were, especially with so many of the men in the middle of the floor. They were all heavily armed, and you knew that the two of you were already exhausted after taking so many people down alone. Unsure of how good the group of men were at wielding their overpowered weapons made this mission a bit more difficult, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle or so you were telling yourself that. 

Slowly your eyes slip shut, the blinking lights and distant screams overwhelming you. It wasn’t something you were used to, and you knew that it was something you would need to train to be better equipped to handle. You never thought when you got this suit a few months back for Christmas that it would be used this quick. 

You knew you didn’t have time to be scared, not a single moment to work through the fear that was starting to completely take over your system. It was no longer an option, not that it was one in the first place, instead you had to dig deep. Finding that little girl in you that desperately just wanted to save people, the one that would have grown up to be an agent if not for that tragic night. Maybe you weren’t focused on saving every single person in the bank, and maybe that was incredibly selfish, but thinking about letting two of the most important people in your life slip between your fingers was all it took for you to step off the beam. 

Eyes closing as you feel your body fly through the air, trusting the way the crimson mist moves along your skin and holds you so tenderly.  You can hear shouts and screams, people rushing around below you, but even as things go soaring past you the suit almost makes you feel like time is slowed down. Giving you energy and focus, you can hear the way the witch would speak to you. Encouragement and love filling each thought, leaking into your body and filling you with a confidence that can only come from someone as powerful as her believing wholeheartedly in you. 

Landing in the middle of the room should have scared you but truthfully you knew in the back of your mind, and at the center of your heart, that anything Wanda would ever give you would never allow you to be hurt. The mask covered your eyes, but it didn’t matter as your vision was just a huge screen of red and purple static, almost as if it was a glitching computer screen. 

All your senses, all of your nerves, your entire being filled with a warm radiating chaos all flooding from the gleaming mark along your ribs. The fight was no longer just yours, but you knew that your favorite witch was there too. Standing tall in the middle of a shocked group of people, your vision cleared and your goal was in sight.

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You knew the moment that you came home that everything would explode. After pushing the suit to its limit, you had barely been able to teleport the four of you to the penthouse before passing out.  Happy that you were able to at the very least keep everyone safe, your body just wasn’t used to that amount of magic surging through your veins. 

Yelena had called upon her own people, a favor to get all of you back to Avengers campus. The two young heroes were immediately taken to medical, and you were brought to Kate’s room to rest. The doctors cleared you quickly, stating you just were exhausted and needed a good nap. Enlisting your best friend to make sure that for the next day or so, you would stay hydrated and fed; true rest. 

She as per usual took her orders seriously and monitored you closely as you slept, dreading the next unspoken part of her job; calling your two rage filled owners. The younger sister knew that she was practically dousing the flames with gasoline the longer that she procrastinated calling them, but even she was scared of them sometimes. 

By the time that they were called, you were happily walking around and feeling completely better but you knew that it was only a matter of time before the two showed up. Unsure of exactly how they would react, you decided to just try to prep for anything. Anger and intense fear was for sure, but you knew that even though the rules weren’t explicitly written out that you broke many. The suit wasn’t made for you to become a hero, or an agent. 

While you and Yelena were playing a casual round of Town of Salem, the door slammed open. Crimson magic practically crushing the metal, looming silhouettes of the two women scary even from a distance.  

It was the angry voice of the widow that breaks the volatile silence. “What do you mean you took her out on a mission?” It’s demeaning and directed at her younger sister, lunging towards her before stopping herself short. 

Wanda takes her time to walk towards you, her face void of any emotion as she scans your body. She takes her time to formulate a sentence, letting the two siblings squabble behind her as she takes the blonde’s spot next to you. Finally reaching out, she tangles her fingers with yours and the anger fueled fear shines through her emerald eyes. “That was for extreme emergencies only Detka, not for you to go out and find trouble!”  

You sigh, knowing that you were going to have to defend why you went with the white widow. “This was an emergency and look at me, I’m completely fine!” Gesturing to your body, you try to point out that you only have just a few small cuts and bruises. The suit that the witch had made you was extremely effective at protecting you from any harm.

Natasha’s head pops up, quickly scanning your body. Even though she can easily determine that you aren’t hurt, she still angrily flails her hand in your direction. “Yeah, you are but you could have not been. You should have never gone to get her Yelena, ever.” Shoving her sister to the ground, she looms over her and snarls whenever she tries to get up. 

Flopping dramatically back, rolling her eyes up at her older sister Yelena sighs. “Oh cool, am glad you seem so worried about my heath and safe being.” 

Kicking her side, huffing as Natasha watches the blonde roll uselessly around on the ground. “You are trained for this, you are THE white widow.” The ginger glares down at the girl when she laughs. 

“Kate Bishop is Hawkeye and Peter Parker is Spiderman. All trained and made for this job as well, and you see that they needed help.” The younger widow’s wiseacre tone just further pisses off her sister, but she can’t help but push her buttons. She knows you’re safe, that everyone is safe, and that’s all that matters. 

Nodding along, you perk up at your best friend standing up for you. “Don’t forget that in all technicality I have been trained to do this! Do you forget who I was raised by?” Cringing internally at the fact you brought up your lineage, the field that you were destined to be part of. 

Wanda sighs, knowing that you weren’t going to budge with Natasha’s angry outbursts. Cupping your chin, she gently turns your face to her. The soft emotional storm shaking the forest in her eyes makes you whimper, a small noise that falls from your lips involuntarily. “You may have been raised by them little one, but we all know you didn’t care for or want the lifestyle.” Even though she sounds much more gentle and loving, it still pisses you off. 

“That isn’t fair! I may not like the lifestyle but we all know I am damn good at it. It’s in my blood. S.H.I.E.L.D has been begging me to join the rankings since I could basically walk.” Natasha opens her mouth to interrupt you but you barrel on, despite cringing at the thought of being disrespectful. “I was born to do this and while I may not enjoy it, or have the will to do it daily, if it means saving or aiding any of you then you damn well know that I am going to don the suit and do whatever I need to.” 

Yelena is pushing her sister’s foot off of her, sitting up excitedly. “You should have seen her out there, you two need to set your fear aside and know that your little princess is amazing in the field. She knows what to do and honestly if she ever did want to join the agency, I would jump at having her as a partner.” 

Rolling your eyes, you reach down to shove the blonde. Knowing she’s just trying to take the heat off of you, a sigh leaves your lips because you can’t truly be angry at her. No regrets from going to save the two Younger Avenger captains, and nothing could change that; not even the two older women glaring down at you. If you ever did step foot in the field, you know that you would be more than thrilled to be partners with your best friend. 

Natasha shoves her way in between the two of you, stubborn as usual. The widow refused to budge on her way of speaking about the situation, anger completely over taking her entire mind. “I don’t care how amazing she was, and I know she was amazing. Personally I never wanted that suit to be anything but a defensive thing. It was never meant to go out into the field, nor was it ever meant for you to go wild and perform a retrieval mission.” 

You almost choke as you prepare yourself to do what you know needs to be done. Knowing that if anyone else says anything that neither of the older women would settle, the responsibility falls to you. Having spent the last almost five years obeying them almost completely you knew that this act would feel weird, never one to push back in this way. “Kate needed me. Peter needed me. They needed saving and obviously no one else was going to go, for whatever reason it fell to me and Yelena. We stepped up and saved them, and that’s all that should matter. No one else was harmed and we walked away safe. I have no plans to make a habit out of this before you ask. This isn’t something that I want to do a lot. Just drop this argument because at this point, I think we all need to realize that our emotions and feelings are being entirely redirected. I don’t know or understand what is happening, and it is frustrating as hell but I need everyone to figure themselves out.” 

Yelena’s eyes widen, never once hearing you stand up to the older women. A small smirk pulls at her lips as she watches her sister and the all knowing witch stumble back, jaws slack as they stare at you. She felt relief, hoping that this would be the beginning of the end of this entire situation. The blonde desperately wanted everything to progress and settle down, the tension was too much for her to deal with. 

“I’m going to go be with them while they wake up. I’m sorry for yelling and interrupting but I just need you guys to understand where I stand. This entire thing, whatever it is, is affecting us too. I’m not sure exactly what is going on with you two, but I’m not stupid. I will see you guys later.” You have to force yourself to immediately stand, storming out of the room before you looked into their eyes.

The white widow watches as you walk out of the room, chuckling silently before turning to see the other two struggling to mask their emotions. Wanda seemed to just be angry, eyes wet as she breathed deeply. Flickers of crimson could be seen sparking in the forest of her eyes, her nose twitching as she struggles to control herself. Natasha on the other hand almost drains of all humanity, her face pale and her eyes dim. It’s almost like the words and the venomous tone strikes her directly in the heart and she was losing all ability to live. The youngest wants to say something but she isn’t sure it would help, so instead she just shrugs sympathetically and follows you.

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The gentle beeping is soothing as you stare out the window. Having spent the past few days in this room, you had your favorite spot and you knew the best times to see the best views. 

“You don’t have to hang out with me every day, you know.” Kate’s sleep filled voice catches your attention immediately. She’s pushing herself to sit up, rubbing at her eyes. She looks so young in the hospital gown, and it makes you aggressively protective over her. 

Sitting in the spot where she’s patting at, you take her hand when she reaches out for you. Kissing her cheek softly, you make sure to not move too quickly as you watch her reactions carefully. “Silly girl, I’ll always be at your side.” 

Her head falls back, an exasperated huff leaving her lips as she stares up at the ceiling. Flopping her arm, IV rattling about awkwardly, as she grunts annoyed. “I’m just here for one more day. Stark feels horrible and I think he’s just overeating at this point. Having the nurses keep us in this prison longer than necessary.” 

“I agree with him, I think you should stay here until your body is allll better.” You lean in giving her a gentle kiss on different parts of her face, scratches and stitches. 

Kate hums, a content sound as she lets her eyes slip closed. Basking in the love you give her, she tries her hardest to ignore the faces that she sees with her eyes shut. 

Reaching up, you cup her face and use your thumbs to smooth the worry between her eyebrows. “I’m here Kate, I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.” It didn’t take much more for the archer to break down, shoving her face into your palm as sobs shake her body. 

The two of you sit, curled up together now, unsure of how long the brunette cries into your neck. A sound that breaks your heart, but it needs to happen. 

Her voice is broken, scratching at her throat as she forces herself to speak the thoughts screaming inside of her brain. “I froze, in the moment that I needed to be the most brave I froze. Peter was behind me, screaming as his body shut down and I froze mid air. What kind of hero am I if I can’t even save my best friend?” 

“It’s not good, you’re right, but do you really think that he’s going to blame you? It didn’t get close enough but I don’t think you would have let him die.” The girl always begged you to rationalize the thoughts in her head, to help her see the real side of things when she no longer could but it hurt every single time to do it. “Things happen, my love, it doesn’t make you a bad person or a bad hero.” “You say that because you have faith in me, but seeing their faces again and hearing them talk to me like that…It..I felt like a little girl again. I didn’t feel like this trained archer or skilled fighter. I felt like I did whenever they walked into my bedroom.” She’s shoving at you, hands coming up to grip her head and shoving her the heels of her hands into her eyes. It’s almost like she is trying to shove the images out of her mind, but no matter how hard she pushes it never works. 

“Kate—“ You can’t even get a full sentence out, barely even her name, before she’s cutting you off. 

Her eyes are wide, red rimmed and filled with hot angry tears that almost seem painful to stop. “I couldn’t even stop them! I couldn’t even raise a hand to them or beg for them to stop. It almost felt… like a relief. Normalcy almost leaking into my body and I hate myself for it. I don’t even think I cared that it happened again. All the shit I talked about how I was so angry about it, and that I would hit them even kill them now. What good did it do if I just let it happen? I..just let it happen.” Kate deflates in on herself, almost like someone poked a hole and her rage leaked out of her. Staring blankly at the wall, zoning out, the girl just sits there. 

You gulp down your own emotions, a strong urge to puke or burn the entire world down. It isn’t what needs to happen and you know that you need to tread lightly, letting the archer talk as she needs. 

She doesn’t say anything, and when you open your mouth to try and fill the air nothing comes out. Instead you sit there, both of you, the sound of beeping the only thing that could be heard. It wasn’t awkward, or tense, but it made you want to cry either way. Her heavy head falling onto your shoulder, comforts the both of you, as thoughts fill the air. 

“I want to forget it or at least act like it didn’t happen.” Her voice is small, hesitant and a little strained as she tries to understand her own emotions. 

You immediately want to shut it down, knowing that she’s just going to internalize this again and it will ruin her mind. Trying to be gentle about your worries, you rub your thumb over her covered arm and try to look into her eyes. “Kate..is that really the best thing?” 

She refuses to meet your gaze, shrugging a bit helplessly. “No. I know it isn’t but that’s the issue. It’s not the best thing, but it’s the thing that will get me to survive this. I don’t want to break right now. I don’t ever want to break but I think my mind needs a minute to deal with everything by itself. I need a minute to not let this ruin everything. The world is bigger than those two, especially now.” 

Your heart stutters, dropping into your stomach. Nothing you did that day you regret, and you’re actually deep down proud of what you did to them, but taking lives isn’t something you ever thought you would have done. You did what you needed to, and you know that if you hadn’t that Peter would be dead right now. You aren’t sure what all would have happened to your girlfriend, but you didn’t want to think about that right now. Nodding, you leave a gentle kiss on her forehead. 

Her ocean eyes, filled with violent whirlpools and crashing waves, finally meet yours. “Please, just do this for me. Just for now. I’ll think about it, work on it, when everything feels less crumbly.” 

Finally you force a smile, cringing internally when she gives you a look. “Okay. I promise. Once everything else feels less crumbly, then we will work on this. We will work at your pace and I will make sure that everyone else does, as long as you can promise the same for me.” 

You see her go to argue that, but immediately snaps her jaw closed. Kate sighs and just nods her head slowly, “Fine we both agree.” A beat of silence before she’s pushing herself up. “Can..we talk about the other thing, so that we can think of something else. Something that maybe we can fix.” After you give her a look to continue she shakes her body as she tries to get her thoughts into order. 

The archer is glaring at the white blankets, rolling the scratchy plastic band around her wrist. “First…I don’t want to tell them what happened exactly. Natasha already reacted badly to the first time, I don’t want to cause anything else to happen like that. I don’t want to break the dynamic any more.” 

“Baby, I don’t think that is on you or your story. I think something else is going on, with both of them.” She gives you a curious look, but it just leaves you shrugging. “Honestly, I’m not sure. They haven’t told me anything either and it’s getting really frustrating.” 

“So, how do we fix it?” Kate’s voice is small and it makes you practically growl, annoyance and anger building in your body. 

“I’ll deal with it. I think I know how to get them to break.” She looks at you, wanting to complain that she doesn’t want you to do it alone but the look of determination on your face is a sign that you weren’t going to back down. 

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“We can’t keep fighting.” The two were sitting across from each other, staring one another down as they met up to try and figure out how to fix the situation that they found themselves in. Natasha was unable to mask her anxiety, almost immediately trying to talk her partner out of fighting. 

A sharp nod, and a slightly sarcastic eye roll, confirms Wanda’s agreement. “Finally something we agree on.”  

The ginger is so frantic that she doesn’t even call the younger girl out on her attitude. “I’ve never seen her like that. Ever. Not even when we were leaving.” 

“Can we stop talking around what we need to do, please Natialia. It’s exhausting and at this point we’re both on the verge of losing everything. It’s been days, we can’t keep pushing everything off. Not everything is going to wait until you’re ready.” The Sokovian pinches her nose, trying to fight off the pending headache as she thinks about the next fight that she would endure. 

Sneering, Nat barely jabs back before deciding that it isn’t worth it right now to continue. “Sorry, your majesty. What exactly is it that you think we need to do? At this point I think we’ve gone past casually talking about it, haven’t we?” 

It’s almost like Wanda gives up, hands flopping uselessly to her sides as she just pleadingly looks at the other woman. “Why are you so angry? What about this entire thing is making you angry? Hmm? I just wanted you to let Kate in, that’s it. She opened up to us for the first time and you shut down. I understand you were scared of your reaction but Nat… you just have to deal with that.” 

“I’m angry at those guys. I’m angry at the fact that for four years that giggly silly girl was crushed every single day, her innocence and happiness ripped away from her like it was nothing. I’m angry because..I broke my own rules and now I have to deal with the aftermath.” The widow is gaping at Wanda as if she’s surprised she isn’t reacting this way. She doesn’t really understand how someone can act so calmly when it comes to the situation. 

The brunette pushes the subject just a bit more, nervous that the more she broaches the topic the faster the other one will shut down. “You don’t know it’ll turn out badly. Why are you thinking negatively? It’s just causing more issues.” 

“Are you not? If you didn’t have a bad feeling about everything, then why are you still hiding? When are you going to tell your precious detka how you truly feel?” Natasha laughs, a mocking sassy sound as she lets her eyes slip closed. She knew that Wanda was terrified but she was tired of being told that she was the only one scared of the outcome. 

“What does that mean?” Your quiet voice breaks the quiet sounds of the ginger’s laugh dying out, and it causes the two to spin around to look at you with doe eyed looks. 

“Oh, Makyshka. When did you get here?” The two share a panicked look, a dash of shame and guilt. 

Rubbing at your arms, you try to recoil into yourself as you realize that you were being impolite by listening to a conversation that you know was not meant for you. “I heard Daddy yelling, I’m sorry for eavesdropping but I just.. Please tell me what’s going on.”  

“Девочка, please..” Natasha tries to plead with you, but you’re past listening and being a quiet thing. 

You know she’s shocked when you interrupt her, but you have to keep your confidence and push on. “No, you guys always say that you’ll tell me when you’re ready but I’m ready. Doesn’t that matter? It’s been months like this. Months of tense situations that I don’t know how to defuse.” You know that you’re being unfair as you stare at them with your best pleading eyes, your body almost bending in on itself as you can feel the urge to kneel for them; your posture training pushing you into the best place to beg for something. 

Wanda speaks up, trying to ease your tension and your anxiety. She knew that it was getting frustrating, and that with everything going on you have been getting more impatient than ever. “Of course it matters Little One, we’re just trying to figure out our thoughts and feelings. We just want to be able to come to you when it’s all figured out.” 

“No. Okay. No. Delta, Red.” The two words feel foreign falling from your lips, something that you never took lightly. You knew that the two of them hadn’t heard you hard safe word in years, the three of you truly melding together so well that slowing down and having amazing aftercare helped any situation that any of you felt unsure about.  

The two freeze, the words sinking in as they stare at you. You haven’t used your safe word recently, especially not in a situation like this. This isn’t the normal break in conversation, but instead it’s tense and it’s almost like you paused a movie right at the climax. 

You’re shaking your head, jaw tense as you try to gather your emotions. This isn’t something you think you should go into irrationally, but it’s hard to keep control of everything when you don’t even know what you’re trying to control. “I can’t keep doing this on your schedule. Okay? This isn’t something that can just take a year or more. It’s tearing us apart and I can’t be the one that saves us, so talk. Talk or I’m walking out of here because I can’t handle this, and for once it’s going to be me who needs that break.” 

The silence screams out between the three of them, and you can feel your heart start racing. You never actually wanted to walk out, never wanted to take a break but you would if you had to. The stress of this situation, becoming the keeper of the dynamic, was all too much for you and you needed a solution. Leaving wasn’t your first choice but it was an option, and you would take it if you had to. 

It’s Natasha who speaks up, finally breaking the silence after what seems like an hour. You can tell she’s hesitant, and trying to prompt the witch into saying something but you no longer cared to be patient. “It’s complicated, detka, and we don’t want to say anything that we would regret. The situation can be really sensitive if we do things too early, or put things into existence that maybe we don’t actually feel. We just want to understand the things going on in our head before we start putting id–” 

“I love you Мой красивый ангел.” 

You freeze, watching the ginger’s eyes widen before both of you slowly turn to Wanda. The witch is staring determinedly at the floor, tugging at a stray string on the blanket. Her emerald eyes are distant, almost foggy as she avoids the two of you. It’s the first time that you’ve seen her like this, even the day that she left for her mission she wasn’t this nervous. It was more sad, and maybe a little panic the night before but nothing like this. 

Natasha gulps and for the first time in years the older widow sees the eighteen year old that sat in the back of the quinjet after the fight in Sokovia. The widow remembers it distinctly, watching the young girl protectively sit next to her brother’s body the entire flight to America. Steve had wanted to at the very least put him below deck so that she didn’t have to stare at him, unconcerned about anyone but Wanda’s feelings, but the young girl had growled out a sob every time anyone else even got close to him. 

It had been years since the witch showed such vulnerability, the mask she came to love left her stoic and in charge. She had felt lost and completely spiraling after her brother’s passing, and she had vowed to never be that again. While it was a fight for a bit, Wanda had quickly mastered that and no one ever saw her truly and transparently real. 

“I..I know you do..you always tell me th–” You were cut up, but it was probably for the better. The ability to form sentences was hard as your brain began to short circuit, really not understanding what was going on.  

Wanda sighs, fingers wiggling before she forms a fist. She’s trying to dig her nails into her palm, to calm herself as she prepares for rejection. “No, I love you. I’m in love with you. I think I have been for a really long time now and just ignored it because that’s not what you needed from me. It isn’t even what you need from me now, but after a year away from you my ability to hide it got worse. I know that you are with Kate, and I know that you two are dating but I just don’t think I can hide it effectively from you anymore. I don’t want this to change anything but if you’re not comfortable with this anymore then we can deal with that, find a solution even if that means me leaving.” 

Nodding, you take your time to absorb the information you just learned. It wasn’t something that necessarily surprised you. You had always dreamed of this day, a thing that you always thought was just slightly out of reach. The idea of someone like Wanda being in love with you was insane to you, this all powerful witch wanting to love a struggling college student. Unsure of what to say, you decide against saying anything. Instead you walk over to her on shaky legs, vision blurry and reach out to her. Taking her hand you lay it against your ribcage, the mark blazing beneath her touch. Uncertain forest eyes raise to meet yours, and your heart cracks a bit at the tears building. The bright red rim almost like a dam wall, refusing to break and let the flood of tears flow. 

What you don’t see is Natasha, awkward at her core, looking away so she doesn’t intrude. She lets her gaze settle on a few bunnies outside, playing before a flash of dark purple catches in her peripheral vision. There in the doorway stands a frozen, wide eyed Kate in a baggy sweat suit and bandages all over. A small twitch of the widow’s finger and the archer is silently crossing the room, just barely interrupting the scene in front of her before settling next to the ginger. 

It takes a moment, even after the archer enters the room, for the two of you to finally break apart. Your eyes immediately search for the only deep water that you find solace in, a fleeting moment between you all you need to comfortably dig yourself into Wanda’s side. Stretching out to get comfy, your feet end up in Kate’s lap and it almost feels like once again you are the bridge but it doesn’t feel horrible for the moment. 

The four of you sit in silence, all of you thinking and looking around avoiding gazes. It’s a beautiful day, a light snow is coming down even though it’s well into spring at this point. Irony in the weather matches the feeling inside the room. 

Kate is squirming as she finally breaks the silence, awkwardly spilling out her words quickly. “I’m sorry that I had to be saved last week. I shouldn’t have frozen like that. I could have taken them both out without any help, and I shouldn’t have gotten so cocky and vengeful.” 

The archer’s apology hangs in the air for a moment, an unspoken conversation happening between the older women before Wanda steps up and tries to calm the younger Avenger’s fears. “Malý kríženec, that wasn’t your fault. We’ve all had moments like that. I know it isn’t something that you want to hear, but as heroes we are in theory going to lose many more times than others. It’s about how we get back up and put ourselves back into the game.” 

Stubborn as usual, you watch your girlfriend shake her head aggressively. Refusing to believe it wasn’t her fault, she tries to argue the perfectly logical answer. “I caused issues and I know that, especially when I called Yelena. I don’t even know why I called her and I definitely didn’t know that she was going to go get back up, but it wasn’t my intention. I just panicked and I didn’t want to bother anyone, and she had told me she wasn’t doing anything. I think I just barely mumbled her name and the suit just took it upon itself to call her. I didn’t want her to bring anyone else, I promise.” 

You have to finally sit up a little, interrupting her anxiety filled ramble. “Once again, I can handle myself. I think I did just fine.” You know they mean the best, but you need them to realize that you can fight and do what is needed when you are called upon. 

Feeling Wanda physically sigh, before she’s tilting your head up to look at her. She has a forced smile on her face and you know that she’s trying to reign in her own emotions. “You did, but you’re our precious little thing and while we know you can tough it out with the best of us…we don’t want you to have to. “ The witch slowly moves your head to nod, a knowing look as she watches puff out your cheeks defiantly. 

The clock ticking, as the four of you go quiet grates your nerves but you know that there is something else going on. You aren’t sure what but you know that the tension between Wanda and Natasha still isn’t gone. 

“Can I ask…what I interrupted?” Your girlfriend’s voice is small, wary of overstepping. 

You look at Wanda, letting her decide when she would tell Kate. She’s not even looking at you though, glaring at a light’s reflection on the ground. It’s almost like you can see each brick of the wall the brunette is building, a protective barrier as she attempts to guard herself from the inevitable. 

It’s Natasha clearing her throat that makes the witch’s head snap up, glaring at the redhead. The assassin raises her eyebrow, a challenge between the two. You are looking out the window naively at the point, having grown bored of the silence. 

“This isn’t something that I want to cause any changes between us, and at the end of the day nothing has to happen.” Everyone’s eyes shift to look at the witch, but hers are shut as she keeps her head down. “I know that technically we opened our dynamic to you, not the other way around, and that it doesn’t mean you are open to anything else. I just…” 

You can almost see the chaos sparking off of her as she starts panicking, and you can see Kate sit up straighter. It’s the first time in a very long time that she’s starting to lose control, and you know that you have to do something, to settle the emotions within her. It’s simple, your hand on hers, but effective as her muscles start to relax. Everyone else in the room almost breathes a sigh of relief but not you, breath stuck in your throat as you wait for the witch to say what she needed to in front of the archer. 

It takes a few minutes for her to start speaking again, but when she does it’s rushed and the accent that she works so hard to conceal comes back in full force. “I love hračka. It isn’t the normal love that I think everyone always thought I had for them, but I’m in love with them. I know your relationship isn’t technically open, and I’m sorry that this is a thing that is even happening. I know that I broke multiple boundaries and at this point it is completely up to you two what you want.” 

Finally Wanda looks up, eye flickering between the two of you but ultimately lands on Kate. The archer almost zones out, a blank look on her face before she starts laughing. It’s light and it makes you roll your eyes, the girl can only stay serious for so long. “Wanda, I know.” 

The look of bewilderment on the witch’s face makes the rest of you break out in laughter as well, she’s stuttering and just speechless. “Look, you can’t look at someone like you look at them and not be in love with them.” Kate finally stops laughing, a soft smile on her face as she reaches out to poke playfully at the witch. “I for a long time would watch the way you talk to her, and look at her and think you were absolutely nuts for not falling in love. I thought it was absolutely insane that you hadn’t tried to become something more because I could tell almost from the beginning that you felt more than just ownership over them. When you look at them, I see what I feel and I knew that that could be dangerous. I knew that maybe when you figured out your feelings that it could mean the downfall of our relationship, but I don’t think that it has to.” 

The two of them stare at each as the younger brunette’s voice dies out. You aren’t sure what the two are waiting for, and for once you aren’t sure how to help. Thankfully Wanda breaks the silence quickly, a soft smile on her face as she reaches out to cup the archer’s cheek. 

Her thumb is rubbing along the blush that has made its way to her cheeks, “I want you to take some time kríženec. Now that I’ve said it, mull over it. Think about it, both of you. Talk about it, and see where you both would be comfortable. We’ll go from there okay?” She waits for both of you to nod before she settles back into her seat again. 

Blinking and watching as Kate giggles to herself a little, you finally bring up the next topic. “Is…that all you guys wanted to talk about?” You can’t help the apprehension in your voice, noticing how tense Nat is in the corner. 

A pointed cough shakes you as Wanda glares at the ginger, who just sighs and deverts her eyes. “Kate, I want to talk about everything.” 

“...Everything?” The young brunette has wide eyes, her mouth slightly hanging open as she just stares at the older woman. 

Natasha nods slowly, trying to roll her shoulders and prepare herself for everything that she needs to say. “I’ve been..dancing around this for months and I know that it’s caused a lot of issues but I want to say that it had nothing to do with you.”

Wanda can’t help the scoff that leaves her mouth, a fleeting interruption. “Okay.” 

Deciding to ignore the jab, the widow carries on. “I get it, that’s something a lot of people say and don’t mean but I mean it. I’ve been struggling a lot with my own emotions far before you were brave enough and strong enough to open up to Wanda and myself. I took that frustration out on you and that wasn’t fair. Seeing a weakness I thought that it was an easy way out, and honestly it might be one of the worst things I’ve ever done in my life.” 

You can already see the tears building up in the ocean eyes from where you are curled up, muscles tensing as you prepare yourself to comfort her. 

“I was mad. Mad that someone could get away with that with no real punishment. I was mad that someone touched you like that and I couldn’t do anything about it. I even tried but I knew that it wasn’t something I had the right to do without you telling me that you wanted me to, so I stopped. I just think I was so focused on the anger side that I forgot that there were other things that mattered.” Her hand halfway raises, almost reaching out to touch the archer before it falls back into her lap. “I let the easiest of emotions run rampant and then I tried to fix it with ridiculous Christmas gifts. That honestly was one of the worst things I’ve done, treating you like a little kid who doesn’t understand what I was doing or someone that could be swayed with shiny new things. I know you’re more than that. You mean more than that to me.” 

Kate’s breath hitches, warmth running through her as the person that she’s been the most afraid of for the past few months finally comes to light. She had begun to truly believe that she had messed everything up, and made the ginger disgusted with her. 

“I just want to apologize. I’m sorry. I know that those words mean nothing at the end of the day, but I will work on it. I will do whatever it takes for you to build that trust and belief in me again.” 

It almost feels weird as you watch the two talk this way. While they were always together for training, both in the dynamic and for the Avengers, this was different. Emotions were always a different type of feeling when scenes and headspaces were talked about, or even when you were just spending time getting to know each other. The way they were right now felt intense, but almost like it was missing something. 

The ginger is quick to clarify everything, her words are rushed and you’re surprised that she hasn’t switched languages yet. “I’m not asking for your forgiveness, but I will work for it. I will show you everything I have, and everything I bring for you, only then will I accept you saying that I deserve for you to accept my apology.” 

Kate is opening and closing her mouth, a slow but steady stream of tears running down her face. She’s laughing at herself, rolling her eyes at her inability to speak. You can see her frustration and anger at herself, the girl never liking when her emotions controlled her entire body. She hated losing control, a thing that only happened in a safe space. 

“You don’t have to talk, дворняга.” Wanda’s voice makes the archer’s head snap over to her. “If you aren’t ready to talk yet, that’s okay. It’s all about your own timing.” The older brunette’s words calm your girlfriend down almost immediately, and you can see her start to relax in her spot. 

Natasha’s head is nodding furiously, agreeing with the witch. “Yes, please take your time. I took mine and I shouldn’t have. You more than deserve to take as much time as you need to figure out everything, and even more to decide if you want to forgive me.” 

The CEO slowly nods her head, pulling her legs up onto her seat so that she can comfortably sit. Her silence effectively ends the conversation, and slowly over the next few hours the four of you go your separate ways. It’s soft and has the illusion of normal, as you kiss each other goodbye mumbling out what time you would be home and where you were going. Responsibilities never end, even as your world was working to build itself back up, and that was something that may have just actually saved the four of you more than you would realize. 

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Wanda pulls away, a concerned look on her face but Kate just shakes her head and pulls her back. There’s no pleading, and no power, just a kiss to confirm that the younger girl wants this. It’s been a little bit since the four of you were together as a full group, and you knew that the archer had been working back up to this. Personally you thought it was too soon, the same concern echoed the first time she had begged you to touch her just days after everything, barely three months after everything but she just wanted to feel something else. You couldn’t fight her, wanting her to have anything that would help her feel comfortable and safe; anything to quiet the screaming voices in her head. 

Sitting between Natasha’s legs as you watch, your body leaning fully on hers as her mouth works against your neck. You are more worried about Kate though, eyes glued to her form watching for any sign of discomfort. “Toy, she came to us. If she wants this, and she did pass all three of our tests then maybe it’s time to let her do what she wants? The doctors medically cleared her.” The ginger’s voice is soft, spoken against the back of your neck. 

You want to agree, want to let your mind go blank and listen to her as you always do but you can’t. Unknown knowledge lingers in your mind and it skews your opinion drastically, but you nod anyway. 

The archer is kneeling, a thing that takes you by surprise for a moment, but a soft smile pulls at your lips when you see Wanda slip to her knees in front of her. You can’t quite hear what she says as she leans her forehead against the younger girl’s, waiting until she physically nods to let her magic wrap around her throat. A bright scarlet collar appearing as the mist fades out, a gold accented leash dangling from the D-Ring.  

Sharp nails scratching down your torso pull your attention back to the ginger, a faint stinging pain on your neck where you know her bite mark is prominent. “You ready to play девочка?” Her question is rhetorical at this point as the chaos that your crave engulfs your body and lifts you into the air, it’s moving you around and stripping you. A sense of roughness even in the gentle nature of the day, it’s nice and it’s exactly what you needed to start feeling the fog fill your brain. 

When your knees hit the wooden floor, slight sting makes you flinch, fingers almost immediately tangle in your hair. Pushing you downwards, your face coming to rest against the legs and your ass in the air. Wriggling excitedly, you can’t help but realize what’s happening. It’s a moment that you wished would come, and even with your reservations, this was the best of every scenario you could have thought of. You wait, with bated breath, for permission and when the fingers leave your hair with a sharp snap you rush forward. 

Lips immediately trailing along the legs, forehead affectionately rubbing when you need to breathe. You can hear movement around you, two people prepping and finding different things but all you cared about is how Kate’s quiet whimpers when you kiss along her thighs. Worshiping your girlfriend was always something you wanted to do, spend time just kissing and loving all over her, but even the most cocky of archers struggle with such attention. 

Hands on your hips make you jump, whining as they pull you back a little. You try to push your face forward, get your lips back onto smooth porcelain skin but you’re just out of reach. Natasha shushes you, pulling your body to mold against her. “I know you want to love your little mutt, but you have to pay attention to the rest of us, dove.” 

Grinding back, you happily feel the bulge that you’ve been craving. A tap on your forehead makes you look up, permission to raise your gaze to see Wanda makes your breath catch in your throat. For the first time in five years you see scarlet instead of emerald and it sinks deeply into your soul, a look that you’ll lust after for the rest of your life. “Don’t you want to please Mommy, Little One?” Her voice is so sweet, dripping with honey as the magic swirls around the shining rings on her fingers. It’s mystical and you can’t look away, shaking your head slowly almost as if you were in a daze. 

You can see her sadistic smirk, something that only shows up when she gets exactly what she wants from the trap she plants. Her thumb rubs along your bottom lip, watching as your eyes fog over and unfocus. Just as it did from the very beginning her voice, that name, is all it takes for you to slip under the warm mist in your brain; submerging comfortably knowing that everything will be alright. 

Even as your head slips, emptying quickly under the ministrations of the witch, you hand flails at your side searching. When your fingers hit soft skin, digging into the flexing abs, you begin to calm down knowing that your girlfriend is at your side. Sucking on the thumb pushing past your lips, settles your brain even more and you know the worry that you had is disappearing as well. 

The thing about soft moments like this is that you never really know how to react. Soft sex was common between you and Kate, the latter loving spending time spoiling you and just making sure you knew how much you were cherished. Natasha would sometimes be more gentle with you, but even then she was usually still throwing you around a good bit. Sweet times with Wanda were far and few in between, especially during sex. The witch preferred to take what she wanted, and give regardless of what you wanted. You knew that anytime things got too soft that the Sokovian would take a step back, usually to guide and watch instead but you weren’t sure if you wanted that today. 

You’re being pulled backwards, the burn as your skin is dragged against the waxed wood pulls a pathetic whimper from your throat but no one seems to care. Natasha's arms wrap around you and you’re suddenly up right. Your back against your front, her strap lazily thrusting between your thighs is a tease. Even as the whine tears through your gritted teeth, your blurry vision on your girlfriend. She has Wanda pinned against the wall, the two making out and for the first time it’s almost as though there is no real power difference. 

The two of them are desperately groping at once another, hands trailing along each other’s bodies as Kate’s mouth moves down the witch’s neck. You want to go and touch them, but the ginger’s grip on you keeps you in your spot. “Nuh uh pretty toy, you’re going to stay right here. Cockwarming me and watching your precious puppy fuck your mommy. Is that what you want to see?” 

The way “Puppy” falls from the assassin’s lips makes you whine loudly, the effect immediately as you feel yourself clenching around nothing. The arousal spreads across your body like a wildfire, a burn so quick that it almost is too much. You weren’t quite aware of how wet you were before, more focused on trying to keep the peace and serenity but you were no match for any of your owners. Squirming in Natasha’s hold, you aren’t even sure what you are searching for right now. 

Shushing you, the older woman pulls you back to fall into her lap, letting you mindlessly grind on her strap as she watches the other two. “Whenever you’re ready detka, you have all the power right now. Your Mommy is waiting for you to be filled until she tells the mutt to fuck her.” Her voice is soft, almost mumbled against your throat as she marks you even more. 

Your eyes are glued to the way Kate’s hand moves between the witch’s thigh, her teeth sinking into her collarbone over and over again. Even if it looks like the archer is in control you can see the way Wanda moves with her, directing her where she wants her. The rings tangled in the raven hair dragging her head across her own body, tightening whenever she bites too hard. The scene in front of you is intoxicating and you almost feel delirious as you finally start sinking down on the strap being pushed into you, a high pitched whine clawing its way there your teeth. 

The witch opens her eyes, the forest encased in night time as she watches your body stretch to take the ginger’s strap. Nodding she shoves Kate off of her, coming to kneel on the bed in front of you. She smiles, entirely too sweet, as she comes close to you. “Look at you, sweet little toy, all stretched out on your Daddy’s cock. I bet you feel so full right now, so wet dripping around her.” She barely makes a clicking sound, a quick indication to the young Avenger behind her. “Are you ready for your show, little one?” She barely waits for you to nod, the feeling of the archer rubbing her strap through her wet folds too enticing. 

You’re all too distracted, watching Wanda’s lips move as she speaks to you. You want nothing more than to kiss her, but your eyes go wide when her mouth drops open. A breathy moan tumbling from her o shaped mouth, and your mind catches up when you see Kate thrusting behind her. Struggling in Natasha’s lap, you want to push forward and kiss her but the ginger tightens her hold on you. “Nuh uh, you get to sit there and leak all over my strap while your Mommy gets fucked. Isn’t she so pretty, why don’t you open those legs a little bit and give her something to look at while your Mutt does all the work?” 

The way your mind swims should be enough for you to realize that you were too far gone to remember any of this later, but you were practically praying to any deity that would listen to let you dream about it every night. Watching how the archer ruts into the witch is making you drool, the coil in your stomach starts tightening each time you subconsciously clench around the strap stuffed inside you. Natasha is forcing your legs open, rose flush rushing up your neck at how exposed you are. 

Wanda’s voice is strong, though it cracks with each rough thrust from Kate. “Look at your pretty little cunt, all puffy and stretched around your Daddy’s cock.” Even as her eyes start to roll, a detail that Natasha takes note of irritably, the witch exudes haughtiness. A trait that you derisively find sexy, something that on most people you hate. 

Her moans are getting louder and with a shaky hand Wanda reaches out to you, swiping her thumb over your neglected clit she chuckles at how your hips jump. Dipping her finger into the wetness coating your thigh, she sucks it into her mouth and dramatically moans. It shouldn’t make you whine, but you can’t help yourself. You want to be the one who is sucking on her fingers, but when she reaches down to tilt your head up you wiggle excitedly. Wanda’s lips barely graze yours when her forehead falls forward, bonking into yours as her body tenses. 

Kate’s giggles, a sound too high pitched and almost innocent, as she watches the witch tighten around her and her wetness gush. She’s made the older brunette cum before but this, this way has given her so much confidence and she can watch as her entire back arches. 

By the time the archer pulls out of Wanda, scrambling to clean up so that she can continue, you’re squirming and begging Natasha to touch you. The ginger is almost bored, scrolling through her phone as Wanda pulls herself up to sit against the headboard of the bed. She’s slipping her legs open, a smirk tugging at her lips when she sees she’s caught your attention again. “I know you want to taste, little one, but you haven’t earned it yet.” 

Kate comes into your view, blocking where the witch is, but your mouth drops open instinctively as her strap slaps against your cheek. She hums and lets you suck on it as you want, “You’re so pretty baby, filled and still so desperate for cock. Maybe you should beg your Daddy to make you cum, think you can do that?” 

Her voice is so sweet, and light, a taunting tone following up and making you nod as you stare up at her. Tangling her fingers in your hair, pushing you forward just enough for you to gag before letting you go. “Cmon chew toy, I don’t hear you asking for anything.” The more she slowly thrusts into your mouth, the more the muffled begging gets lost and it makes all three of them laugh at you. 

Taking pity on you, Natasha drops her phone and finally grips your hips with both hands. Starting to move you, bouncing slowly, the ginger meets each movement with a small snap of her own hips. Already struggling to move, she rolls her eyes knowing that you were entirely too worked up for teasing or edging. “You know, I thought this was going to be a nice long little session toy but you’re already tight and dripping all over me. Making such a big mess for someone who wants to be used all night long.” 

Your pathetic whining just makes both the assassin and the archer snort at you, and you’re trying to shake your head. You don’t want to cum so quickly, the coil in your stomach is tight and the arousal is overloading your brain. This wasn’t what you were trained for, you could handle teasing and could go for hours. Your brain is too foggy and you just mumble around the strap fucking your throat, eyes fluttering shut as you try to ward off the orgasm that is rapidly being shoved your way. 

Each time the ginger snaps her hips into yours, you can feel yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge but it isn’t her movements that make you lose control. Years of training and practice have caused you to be prideful in how well you could take whatever the two oldest women give you, but when Kate pulls out of your mouth to kneel in front of you something changes. The butterflies in your stomach start flying, fluttering around, as she reaches to wrap her hand around your throat. It’s tight and warm, but grounding as she pulls your face forward just enough to kiss you softly. A whispered declaration of love melting against your lips, and that’s all it takes for you to tumble over the edge clumsily; every ounce of control obliterated. 

You’re being laid out on the bed by the time you open your eyes again, the fog in your mind trying to to drag you back under. Wanda leans over you, a gentle smile on her face as she cups your cheek. “Did your puppy’s pretty words get to you, Мой красивый ангел?” She chuckles as she watches you nod, slapping your cheek gently to wake you up. “Stay awake a bit longer, little one. We aren’t quite done with you yet.” She pushes your chin so that you look over to where Natasha is straddling Kate, grinding on her thigh as the archer sucks on her neck. 

Whining you try to get up but scarlet mist wraps around you and drags you back, you settle your body into hers. A comfort that sinks deep into your bones as she wraps her arms around you, her head falling to your shoulder as she watches the two with you. “Our Pup has just too much energy, my toy, we gotta give her some toys to play with huh?” 

Hearing the sentence, something you had wished to hear for over a year now causes your entire body to turn a faint maroon color. It’s dark as it spreads across your torso and Wanda leaves a gentle kiss on your shoulder, a loving smile spreading across her face. Everything isn’t okay in the world, and maybe it never would be, but right now this is what you begged for every single night. It’s different, and it makes your mind swirl more aggressively than you ever felt. “I’m pretty glad you brought her home to us, the best puppy that we could have ever even dreamt of my little one. Thank you.” 

You know the night is nowhere near the end, but watching as the ginger and the archer roll around is something you would pause the entire world for. Giggles as the assassin calms down from her high, you see the two come together. Closing your eyes, you let the warmth of the witch pull you back under your fog. The worries of any issues would be for another day, instead you focus on the happiness of all your favorite people being truly home for the first time.

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Shivers rack your body as you curl up in on yourself more, wrapping the blanket tighter around your shoulders. The cold is almost leaking from the window you’re sitting next to, thin glass the only thing separating you and the piles of pillowy snow. It’s almost like winter is staying around just because of everything happening, and it makes you a bit sad. Spring is about new beginnings but the four of you, even now, seem to be dragging your feet. 

“Shouldn’t you be asleep right now, silly girl?” Kate’s hand nudges you as she finishes slipping a hoodie on, her voice soft and sleep filled. 

Even if you weren’t necessarily happy with how she is handling things, you can’t help how your eyes shine when you see her lazy smile. “I could say the same to you, weren’t you just snoring your life away not even ten minutes ago?” Your heart flutters when she rolls her eyes at you, pouting dramatically as she flops down and wraps her arms around you.  

The silence settles on the two of you comfortably, curling around you as you two melt into each other. It’s an easy thing to do with her, get lost in thought when you are in the safety of one another. 

Kate leaves a few kisses on your forehead before letting her own lean gently against your temple, a shaky but almost relieved breath soft against your cheek. “You know, the world seems so big right now.”  

“For such a little pup?” It’s light and teasing, and your heart stutters when you see Kate bashfully turn her head. 

You reach up, gently touching her chin to turn her head back towards you. Before you even get to say something, the archer leans over and steals a quick kiss. “I just…it feels real now? Not trying to say this entire thing felt fake or anything before but something changed tonight.” 

Nodding along, you stay silent; emotion strangling you into submission. A violent storm brews within you, anxiety and fear trying to keep you under water. You hate this shaky feeling, thinking the worst of the worse but you can’t help it. The early morning wasn’t supposed to go like this, not when your girlfriend stumbled out of bed over to you, but instead you can’t help where your brain goes as per usual. The darkness always finds home within you and some days it’s harder to hide it than others, but you almost wish you could always hide it from the archer. She was too perfect, and you wanted to protect her from all the wicked gloom in the world; even if that meant from you. 

Kate sighs, knowing that you’re falling into the hole in your head. Trying to pull you back, explain herself and somehow create a new beginning for everyone. “I know it isn’t going to fix everything, or whatever issues everyone has, but it sort of feels like it’s at least all out on the table. Doesn’t it?” Ocean eyes raise to meet yours, hopeful and it crushes you to not agree. “What…what’s wrong?” 

“Something still feels off, something they aren’t telling us. Maybe it’s me and I’m just overthinking, but for whatever reason I feel like…” You pause, nervous to voice your absurd thoughts but when the archer’s calloused thumb rubs along your shin you take a deep breath. “I’m here for foundation, and glue, but what now? I’m thrilled that my favorite people are at least open to get along, and to learning each other in a better way but what happens when my primary job isn’t needed anymore?” 

You hate how young you sound, barely even being able to put together an intelligent sentence. The women around you could say the biggest words, most professional sounding things even when their anger blinds them but you could barely say your own emotions without feeling like crying. 

The brunette blinks at you, processing your words slowly. Her gaze wanders back out the window as she takes her time to think her next words through. “I never looked at you like the foundation. I may have leaned on you a bit, and maybe even hid behind you during some really emotional moments but I never wanted to put you in a situation like that. If I did, I deeply apologize. I would never want to do that to you, and thinking about it I can see times when I might have pushed how much I leaned on you. Making you become the center of the world, a have all or have none situation was not my intent. I will work on changing that, truly. I want you to know that growing and becoming what you need is all I care about, if that means I’m not what anyone else wants then I’ll learn to live with that.” Even when the girl tries to put her deepest thoughts into a well put together speech, she still somehow rambles and she knows it from the slight rose color making its way up her neck. 

The need to interrupt Kate is strong, guilt as you realize you pushed your insecurities on her. She never really made you feel like that, at least not a distinct moment. These feelings mostly are just in your head, but you’re struggling to breath and all you can do is nod. The thoughts in your head were fear, fear of losing Kate and the relationship you built because of a dynamic that you were the foundation for. 

She reaches up, a sullen sigh falling from her lips when you flinch, but it doesn’t deter her from gently turning your head. The knowing look in her eyes makes your own fill with tears. “I know you’re in your head, baby, but I love you. We’re two different people and we are trying to merge lives, but I will do anything and everything I can to make sure that your time with me isn’t too stressful. I aim to be a place of happiness and warmth for you, a place where you feel at home and safe. I want to be a place for you to rest, not a place for your brain to be overactive and horrible to you. I understand that I can’t prevent everything, nor can I shield you from life but what I can do is choose you every single day. Each moment that I am awake or asleep, busy or lounging, you are the one I pick. Sweet thing, everything about you is all I need and want. I will choose you, and your happiness, over everything. I love you now, then and forever….” 

You know she’s waiting for you to finish what she said, a tradition that started over a year ago, but something stops you. It’s almost like she knew that nothing you actually said out loud was the issue, seeing right past forcing your issues onto her and instead seeing the real fear underneath it all. The last pet name she used is one that you know she only uses in special moments, a thing that strikes deeper into your heart more than anything else. Staring up at her, you can’t even think of a response; at least not one worthy of her speech. This girl has truly changed your life, and you don’t care if your entire life is ruined as long as she is there. You know with her that the two of you will always find a way out of whatever issue you may find yourselves in. 

Tugging her forward, you practically sob into the kiss. Her lips molding against yours, taking over quickly when you can barely focus. It doesn’t last long, when she realizes you’ve fallen into giggling. Kate rolls her eyes good-naturedly, waiting for the inevitable. You wish you weren’t so predictable but your girlfriend doesn’t even flinch when your teeth sink into her shoulder. 

“I love you, pup.” 

“I love you too, brat.”

“Now, then, and forever.” 

“Evermore.” 

[charmandabear]

Rosalind/Astarion NSFW Alphabet

(Sorry for the low quality pic. I should properly edit these photos.)

I wanna get better about doing tag games, so this is as good of a place as any to start! Especially since I'm more than halfway through the Office Hours rewrite, it's good for me to think about some Rosalind/Astarion headcanons. Thank you @pursuitseternal for the tag!

Get the NSFW Alphabet here.

Some no-pressure tags: @marlowethebard @nyx-knox @wolfywolfy @astarionfreak

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Rosalind demands cuddles and basically any soft sensory things. She particularly likes when Astarion plays with her hair. Astarion is still figuring out what his aftercare routine is.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She's quite fond of her tits, and she's grateful that Astarion likes them too. She loves Astarion's ears, but she needs to be careful or else things will "come to a very messy end quickly" as Astarion put it.

C = Cum (where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum)

When she knows they have a reliable form of birth control, she likes the feeling of him coming inside her. If not, on her chest.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Define secret? Like, they don't go broadcasting the fact that Rosalind likes to be collared and leashed up, but like Shadowheart knows, and by extension Karlach.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

With vanilla sex, they're both pretty experienced. Kink is completely new to Rosalind, and healthy kink is new to Astarion.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

For actual intercourse, Rosalind prefers to be on top with Astarion sitting up and holding her. For anything else, on her knees or up against a wall. Astarion's is taking her from behind while grabbing her hair. (For the record, she does also like this very much.)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

For both of them, it very much depends on their mood. She can get real stubborn and will force seriousness, especially if she's angry and the other person is trying to make her laugh. But 9 times outta 10 she's pretty silly.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She maintains her hair color with a potion that Shadowheart makes for her, but it only affects the hair on her head. (She'll ask Shadowheart to cast prestidigitation if she needs it to be a neutral color for an audition.) She shaves her legs and underarms, but leaves her pubic hair free.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Even when they're at their most depraved, she fucking adores Astarion so much. She almost feels more affection for him the more fucked up it is because she knows they wouldn't be able to do it without their level of trust.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before dating Astarion, Rosalind was a bit of a chronic masturbator. She prefers to take her time and do it in the bath, but she'll do it anywhere in her apartment if the mood strikes her. She masturbates significantly less with Astarion, but mostly because they're having a lot more sex lol.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

There's literally a whole chapter where all they do is talk about their kinks lol, but the main ones are choking, bondage, domination, and praise.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

If you ask them directly, they'll probably just say a bed (Rosalind will make some joke about her bones not being able to handle anything less) but the real answer is anywhere that has a mild threat of getting caught. Just a mild threat though.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

For Rosalind, any time Astarion drops his voice, either in pitch or volume she's an absolute wreck. For Astarion, it's either any time that Rosalind gets fiercely passionate about something, or watching her become an absolute wreck because of whatever he's doing.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Teacher/student roleplay. Absolutely not.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Rosalind very much enjoys giving head, basically no matter the circumstances. It can be a way for her to worship Astarion, but also she likes letting him fuck her face. She likes getting it too, but Astarion likes to tease her sometimes a little too much.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough most of the time, but if one of them needs comfort, they will take all the time in the world.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If they're feeling particularly pent up or desperate for one another, they will absolutely find the place and time. (See Chapter 10 of Office Hours.)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

They're all about experimenting right now, figuring out which kinks they're into, but for Rosalind it doesn't feel like a risk at all. For Astarion, the risk isn't in the experimenting, but in the vulnerability and actually sharing his life with someone.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Astarion can last much longer than Rosalind, and sometimes he'll push her further than she thinks she can go.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Rosalind owns an almost embarrassing number of toys, but they haven't started using them together yet. But you know, see the previous question about experimenting.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Both of them love to tease and hate getting teased. It gets very competitive lol

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Rosalind is constantly making little whimpers and whines, but she's not really a screamer, just very vocal. Astarion is rarely vocal, so when he finally does make noise Rosalind knows she's doing a very good job. (It's almost better than direct praise.)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

It doesn't come up a ton, but Rosalind is queer. Her only long term relationships have both been with men, but she's casually dated people of all genders. She does want to get less heteronormative in her sex with Astarion, which is also part of the experimenting.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Rosalind is more than happy to call herself fat - and she actually quite likes her body. Big boobs, belly, ass and thighs. Plenty for Astarion to grab and squeeze (and she likes it when he does.)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Honestly for Rosalind it's higher than she wants it to be. Her horniness has been an inconvenience on more than one occasion. Astarion's might be even higher, but he's not as bothered by it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Rosalind is near instant (at least when they have sex at night.) Especially when she's comfortable, she likes falling asleep in Astarion's arms. Astarion will usually half doze/half trance for a few hours and then spend the rest of the night sitting in bed next to Rosalind, usually reading.

[cedarbranch]

OMG... tell your beloved fans about haunt me PLEASEEE + also "show me how you do that trick" + one dealer's choice :-D

WARGHH thank u <333

in response to the wip meme... putting this under a cut bc it got long lol

haunt me is my monstrosity of a stranger things wip, sitting around 90k and MAYBE 65% complete. if i'm lucky. it's fucking Long. the basic premise is that eddie dies and then steve starts dreaming about him and eventually comes to realize he is NOT dead, but in fact alive in the upside down and somehow psychically linked to steve... i won't get too deep into spoilers but it's kind of a kas!eddie fic but with a twist that's it's less kas and more similar to the pacific rim fic designations congruent with things (<= sentences that mean anything only to the most Niche Possible Audience). anyway the more complicated premise is steve's savior complex and how every single issue in his life connects back to it

show me how you do that trick is the sequel to my hellcheer fic, push the limit! (which. is fucking crazyy to me that that's the only stranger things fic actually posted on my ao3 given how much time i've spent working on haunt me 😭😭) anyway. it's as horny as the first in the series but with more feelings and plot. it's from eddie's pov and includes some actual proper kink negotiation and apologies following the insanity of the og fic, and also some RLY CUTE FLIRTING!!! a snippet for thee:

“I don’t like… weird dirty talk?” Chrissy says, wrinkling her nose. “Like, the stuff they say in bad pornos.” Eddie sighs in feigned exasperation. “God, it’s like pulling teeth here. Specifics, woman, I need specifics!”  “I don’t know! Like,” Chrissy opens her mouth, then closes it again, flushing brilliantly. “No. I’m sorry, I can’t, I can’t say any of it. I just—I don’t like the word ‘pussy,’ or ‘cunt,’ or anything like that, just—” She flaps her hands in the direction of her crotch—”Just don’t directly refer to it while we’re in the act? Like, if you’re having sex, it should speak for itself!”  Eddie grins at her.  “What?” she demands, all frustrated but laughing with her eyes.  “I love that you have porn opinions,” he says fondly. “You asked!”

for dealer's choice... oooh this is tough... but i think i'll go with 5 + 1, the full title of which will one day be "5 times steve tried to teach eddie how to swim and one time it worked" or something of the like. this fic was born out of me a) wanting to write something with intense hot-summer-day energy, b) being really interested in water/swimming as the focal point of Multiple Traumatic Incidents in steve's life as of s4, and c) can you fucking imagine if part of the reason eddie was last to jump from the boat in lover's lake was that he couldn't swim. and then he DID IT ANYWAY. but yeah second snippet:

Eddie is, in fact, wearing boxer briefs, and nothing else. Seeing so much of his skin never gets less startling, no matter how many times Steve’s splashed around with him in the lake. He always forgets that Eddie’s shoulders aren’t as broad as the vest normally makes them look. He’s pale as a goddamn sheet, too, except for the pink-red scars that pockmark his stomach and chest.  Eddie catches him looking. “Might not even be worth it to teach me to swim,” he says wryly. “Don’t think I can ever set foot at a public pool again with these bad boys.” “We could just go together,” says Steve. “Then we’d match.”  His own wounds have healed up better than Eddie’s. The demobats tore him up pretty good, but the bites were shallow; as months passed by, they’ve smoothed over into pale, warped ripples of scar tissue. Without thinking about it, Steve touches one close to his hip. As if in a mirror, Eddie does the same, his fingertips brushing over his stomach.  His boxers have little skulls on them.

your honor i fucKGIGN LOVE THEMMM!!! IDIOTS!!!!

[missbaphomet]

I think the reason this got so far is because people are working so hard to sanitize everything. Pride was born because people were being persecuted for who they had sex with or how they did it. You could lie and keep domesticism under wraps. You have plausible deniability there. No, she's not my gay lover, we're roommates. We share our home because that way we can split the bills. He's just a friend who has hit a rough patch. Everything is fine and normal and platonic. You don't have that plausible deniability sitting in a gay bar covered in bandanas denoting your sexual tastes and watching a drag show. The Stonewall Inn was raided because it was a known gay bar, and they would find gays there doing deviant sexual things. You know who else frequented Stonewall? Kinksters! There's even a story I saw somewhere where people evaded arrest at Stonewall by simply walking away and finding some friendly kinksters to uncuff them because one of the absolute most basic skills kinksters develop is picking handcuffs! Keys get lost or break and you have to get your lover put somehow!

Pride is emphatically about sexuality. Yes, it is also about being able to love the same or multiple sexes, but first and foremost it's about adults being allowed to fuck other consenting adults. Pride is meant to be a celebration of the progress we have made as well as an ongoing struggle for equality. The first Pride was a riot and it should still be today. Pride is not nor was it ever meant to be family friendly. Yes, kids can be gay, but being gay is A SEXUALITY. It all loops back in on itself and circles back to sex.

I'm not against minors being at pride, and I think there is immense value in spending time with their community so long as they are actually spending time with the actual community, as in LGBT adults who have sex and kinks. This sanitized, corporation friendly "family event" narrative is the exact kind of shit that is directly enabling some of the anti-trans, anti-drag, anti-LGBT laws being pushed in the US RIGHT NOW.

IF YOU THINK PRIDE IS FAMILY FRIENDLY, YOU ARE THE PROBLEM.

These LGBT kids are our future, they'll be stuck with whatever happens based on what we do or don't do as the current majority. They deserve to know the reality, and the reality is that pride is a civil rights protest and demonstration, that sex is natural no matter who you have it with or how you do it, that it's okay to be yourself. If they're not mature enough for that, they're not mature enough to attend.

No cops, No kids, No corps,

No bootlickers <3

Saying kink doesn't belong at pride is literally the same as saying that LGBT people don't belong at pride and I am being 100% genuine

[the-book-gnome]

Empty Warehouse

Pairings: Conner Kent x fem!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: size kink, unprotected sex (do not recommend) p in v, pain implied, belly bulge, wall sex,pet names(baby, sweetie)

18+ only ! minors do not interact !

The first time you met him your first thought was that he’s massive. He had broad shoulder and was at least a foot and a half taller than you. His hands were huge too, they were also veiny and you often started at them whenever you two were around each other. Unfortunately for you, he never even spared you a glance, if you had to go on a mission together he was basically just your guard dog, and never spoke a word unless he had to. It upsets you a little, you want everyone to enjoy your company but by the looks of it he looks miserable around you.

Little did you know, the reason Conner never looked at you or talked to you was that every time he did he’d get a boner. And to not make things awake he decided to stop doing both seeing as no matter what you said or did it would always happen. It wasn't his fault, he can’t control his dick. You were just so tiny compared to him, you always sounded so sweet when you spoke and fuck when you looked up at him, he was so fucked.

You were currently waiting in an empty warehouse waiting on Jason, he was always late so it’s come expected now but that didn’t keep you from wanting to kill him. In any other situation, you wouldn’t mind it but unfortunately for you, Conner was also put on your team. It was fine since Jason could be the talker like usual but since he was late, the two of you were standing in awkward silence. Maybe that's just you that feels awkward but it’s still unbearable. His back was pressed against the wall adjacent to you, his arms crossed and eyes closed.

Your eyes trailed down his body, his shirt tight on his body due to how big his muscles were, he had huge thighs that you really really wanted to sit on. Everything about him was beautiful. He almost looked like he was asleep, his breaths even and quiet, a peaceful look on his face. You were tired of the way he treated you, well to be fair he didn’t really treat you like anything, kinda just acted like you were invisible.

“Why do you hate me?” You asked him, his eyes opened lazily to stare at you confused. “Who said I hated you?” Conner's voice was gruff, and his gaze made you want to crawl in a hole. “No one, you just act like it.” You were playing with your hands, noticing that they were getting sweaty. “No, I don’t.” He leaned his head back again and closed his eyes. “You act like I don’t exist, the only reason you would be like that was if you hated me. I’m not stupid, you’ve been doing this ever since we met.” Now you were glaring at him, why was he treating you like an idiot? He let out an annoyed sigh. He walked over to you, putting his hands on the wall behind you and bending down so his face was directly in front of yours, you flushed at how close he had gotten, if you leaned in you could kiss him.

“I already said I don’t hate you, I don’t act like it either so stop whining. Got it?” Conner was staring directly at you, he cocked his head to the side, examining the way you reacted to him. “Um, th…that’s not.. true.” You stumbled over your words, your brain not being able to process them right.

A cocky smirk grew on his lips, “Why so shy all of the sudden? Something making you nervous?” He licked his lips, eyes drifting down to your plump lips. “Have you noticed how tiny you are compared to me? How I can fit both your wrist in just one of my hands?” God he would do anything to kiss you right now. The look on your face was fucking priceless, bright red and shocked. Your eyes were wider the usual and all he could think about was what you would like on your knees for him. Conner took his eyes off you for a moment to look around, Jason won’t be here for a while, he knew that. So fuck it, you only live once. With that logic in his head, he slammed his lips against yours.

You gasped in surprise and Conner took that as his opportunity to slide his tongue in. He pulled your waist against him with both his hands, the span of them almost going around your entire waist, from and back. You felt the outline of his cock pressing into your stomach. Your wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him make just as hard as he did to you. His tongue touches every inch of your mouth. He felt so warm, so big, you wanted to feel every inch of him. He lifted you, pressing your back as against the wall, you tried to wrap your legs around him but he was too large, your legs just kept slipping, not that it mattered since he easily held you up. “Fuck baby your so fucking small compared to me.” He muttered as he started kissing down your neck, eager to taste every inch.

“Can’t we go somewhere else? What if Jason walks in or something?” You moaned as his hot mouth started sucking onto your skin. He dropped you down a little so your waist was right next to his. “No baby right here, we don’t have much time, okay?” Conner's hand went up to cup your cheek giving you another kiss before grabbing onto your wrists and pulling them above your head. He was right, they both fit into one hand. He started unzipping his pants and pulling his dick out. You gaped at him as you saw the size. Before when you felt it against you it did not feel that big. “Con that’s not gonna fit,” you whined into his mouth. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll make it fit okay? You’ll just have to handle it, can you do that for me?” Lust filled his eyes as he pulled back to look between the two of you. “I can handle it.,” Even if he tore you in half you would thank him for it.

Using one hand he ripped open your pants, pulling your panties to the side so he could see you. “Jesus fuck youre soaked, is that all for me sweetie?” Conner was rubbing his tip against your folds, occasionally circling your clit causing you to moan out and jerk your hips towards him. “Just relax for me okay?” You nodded, he pressed his forehead against you, and you followed his deep breaths.

As the tip of his cock breached your hold you squeezed your eyes shut and whimpered in pain. “Con I told you it wouldn’t fit,” a tear fell down your cheek as he pushed in a little more, giving you a little time to adjust. “Deep breaths baby, I need you to breath.” Conner moved the hand holding your wrist and cupped your hands, giving you a reassuring squeeze. Using the other one to wipe the tear from your cheek.

You relaxed your body, trusting him completely. He sunk in even more and it felt like he was splitting you in half. You tried focusing on your breathing, doing your best to ignore the stinging and relax yourself. Your walls squeezed into his thick cock as he bottomed out. Conner's breath ticketed your cheek. “Yeah just like that sweetie, I told you it would fit didn't I?” He grunted as his pleasure flooded his senses. “You’re so much more fucking tight than imagined, holy shit.” Conner sounded breathless against you, he was doing his best to give you time to adjust, but it was getting harder every second.

His pace started out slow, giving you time for the pain to wear off but when you started moaning at the feeling of his thick cock brushing against your cervix he lost it. Pounding into you relentlessly, each thrust going straight to your brain. “Aww is my little baby already fucked out? Too bad I just started.” Conner looked down to watch his cock go in and out of you but when he looked down his eyes widened. He was amazed to see a little bulge coming from your tummy.

His cock twitched and a grin spread on his flushed face. “Baby look at that, your so fucking small that your belly had to make room for me.” You practically screamed in euphoria as he used his hand to push down the bulge. Your orgasm crashes into you, your entire body shaking and your vision going black. You couldn’t hear anything he was saying but you felt it as his lodge, his cock even feeling into you and stuffed your pussy full of his cum.

Conner pulled out of you and relaxed your hands. He cradled you into his chest, your legs and arms were completely limp. You couldn’t even think straight. His hand was rubbing your back as he sat down against the wall completely out of breath. He was amazed he didn't collapse when he came to you.

“Damn con, when I told you o fuck her brain out I wasn’t being serious, how’s she supposed to be any use to us now?” Jason’s cocky voice filled the warehouse, Conner rolled his eyes, “thought I told you to wait 2 hours dipshit.” Jason laughed at him and sat opposite the two of you. Your body covers his dick, not like Jason would care either way. “I got bored of listening to the two of you fuck, guess I was a little late on the celebration huh,” Conner rolled his eyes again and leaned his head back still trying to catch his breath.

[fireofjudgement]

Marking the territory

Requested here

Fandom: Alice in Borderland

Pairing: Niragi x gn!reader

Summary: Being a militant at the Beach might sound exciting to some, but to you it's mostly doing Hatter's dirty work, late night patrols and worst of all - boring meetings. This particular one started off just like the others but thanks to a new member it would quickly go downhill.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: swearing, established relationship between reader and Niragi, mentions of alcohol, nudity, teasing, public sex, exhibitionism, oral sex, jealousy, requested reader was feminine I think but i didn't mention any genitals or specific pronouns so I tagged it as gn reader - please let me know if I missed a part that would suggest otherwise

A/N: Yes, I turned a simple request into a rant about Niragi's exhibitionist kink, what are you gonna do about it. And yes, this is the first thing I'm posting after like six months, you're welcome 😌

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"And why exactly did I just waste a fucking hour listening to some..newbie's life story?"

You relaxed your face, careful not to show your amusement at Niragi's words. You lived at the Beach long enough to understand that the militants and executives were basically Hatter's chosen family - their so-called duties weren't always taken too seriously. He did like to play pretend however and look professional, in front of newcomers at least. Something something elite organization, something something only the best players. Usually you'd all play along, but clearly someone had other plans today.

"Hmm..Let's see." Of course Hatter had to pretend to take Niragi's question seriously. You've yet to see him break character in front of a new member. "Considering the fact that it's only ten in the morning, on a Monday no less, and yet Aguni had to drag you, in his own words, out of the bar and threaten to take your beloved weapon away, just for you to put a shirt on- I simply assumed you didn't have anything better to do anyway. Please forgive me if I was wrong."

"You are indeed wrong, Hatter." It was almost impressive how the obvious irony in the older man's voice seemingly escaped Niragi's attention completely. You had a theory as to what was occupying his mind at the moment though, and his next words only confirmed it. "I could think of someone..I mean something I'd rather be doing right now. Preferably shirtless." He said the last part looking directly at you, a smirk on his handsome face. 

You were trying your best to control yourself, unwilling to entertain your boyfriend in front of a stranger, but it was getting hard with the way he was looking at you. You knew he'd take you right then and there if he could, on that very table you were sitting at. It wouldn't be the first time either. Suddenly your brain was flooded with images from the past, in-between or after meetings, when it was just the two of you. Niragi wasn't a patient man, that much you were able to figure out before you even talked to him for the first time. Seeing him lose his temper at even the slightest mistake of another member was a common occurrence. He liked to get straight to the point and his impulsiveness transferred into every aspect of his life. Sex was no exception to that rule.

Unless there was even the slightest possibility of having an audience. It wasn't until some random, probably drunk and/or high, person stumbled into your room while your boyfriend was going down on you, that you realized he might have a thing for being watched. It was as if a switch was flipped inside his mind that day. Ever since then the meeting room became his favorite place- he could spend hours exploring your body, his hands and lips marking every inch of it, bringing you as close to release as possible, only to withdraw completely over and over again.

You could only guess how many of your friends have seen you all fucked out, a shaking and drooling mess, all while he didn't lose a single piece of clothing. He'd never share you and you felt bad for all those poor idiots who attempted to flirt with you only to never be seen again, but he loved nothing more than to show you off, make everyone see that you're his and nobody else can have you. Damned be the person who figured out how to charge the phones given to players during each game.

"And what about you, Y/N?" The sound of your name snapped you out of your thoughts, the looks on the other executives' faces clearly suggesting they all knew what you were fantasizing about. At that moment you wished you paid enough attention to answer Hatter's question. You shot him a begging look, hoping he'd have mercy on you this time. "What do you want to say to our newest member?" He granted your wish, but not without a loud, exaggerated sigh. 

Oh, so that's what it was about. Thinking about it now, you had a lot to say to her. Starting with the fact that you noticed how she looked at your boyfriend ever since she entered the room. That everyone else noticed too. How ridiculous she looked trying to catch his attention and how annoying and unnatural her voice sounded the entire time. And most importantly, that it would be better if she stopped embarrassing herself - Niragi didn't look her way even once, you knew for sure he would forget there was a new member introduced that day as soon as everyone leaves the room. Your relationship was far from perfect but jealousy was not something you ever had to worry about. The thought of having him all to yourself later filled you with excitement but for now you had to stay focused. 

"Welcome to the family!" You exclaimed instead of voicing your thoughts, in a sickeningly sweet tone, with the fakest smile you could muster glued to your face. "It's always a pleasure to meet people with such a..positive attitude." Your last sentence caused some barely contained laughter among the other executives. Even Aguni looked a little less intimidating than usual. It was hard not to notice the newbie's poor attempts at flirting, the only oblivious one remaining was ironically enough the very target of these attempts. Or at least that's what you thought. 

Hesitantly, you got up from your seat to properly greet the girl, as you did with every new member. It was awkward to say the least, forcing yourself to be so friendly with someone who probably hated everything about you. Maybe except your significant other. Luckily, judging by the amount of cards she presented to Hatter upon joining, you didn't think she'd last long at the Beach. 

Finally, after the longest and most uncomfortable hug and hand shake of your life, you made your way back to your seat. A loud gasp escaped your lips when suddenly you felt someone's hands firmly grabbing your waist, pulling you into their lap. It was unexpected and it caught you off guard, but you soon recognized your boyfriend and calmed down a little. It was quite unusual for him to act that way. You started to think that maybe he wanted to tell you something without the others noticing, but no, he wasn't even facing you. You followed his gaze and..oh. You couldn't hold that smile in anymore, not when the new girl was staring at the two of you with such pure disgust written all over her face. It definitely didn't suit her, you had to admit. But it wasn't exactly your fault that you and Niragi made for one hot couple.

That's when it finally occurred to you however, that he did, in fact, notice her advances. He just waited for a perfect moment to shut them down, and since he couldn't just fuck you right then and there in front of everyone..he settled for the next best thing. It would be an understatement to say that him acting so possessive, though in such a subtle way, made you incredibly horny. Now that you were so close you could tell he was excited too. And judging by how fast the girl stormed out of the room after the meeting was done, she must have received the message, loud and clear. When all of the other members left the room, you knew Niragi would show you that he only wanted you. You also knew that Hatter and Aguni would not let this go for a very long time, but you'd deal with that later. Much, much later.

[moodymisty]

◁ Stolen Goods Pt.2 ▷

Part 1

Author's Note: Heyo! The other half is here! Hope you all enjoy as much as you did the first chapter. And if our current form of soldering doesn't exist in the StarWars universe? Oops.

Summary: Deciding to finally settling a bit of awkwardness between the two of you, you also decide to plan something abit devious with your newfound knowledge.

Relationships: Tech/Fem!Reader

Warnings: (Post order 66) NSFW, Fingering, Dry humping, Grinding, Fully clothed sex, Teasing, Panty kink, Mentions to panty stealing, This is basically all what someone would probably consider ‘just foreplay’ but who cares it’s hot and I LIKE IT

Words: 4590

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Ever since you’d asked him about what you’d found, Tech had been uncharacteristically quiet. Only to you, however; As he would be almost completely normal when everyone was around. But whenever you two were left with just each other, he'd close up tight almost instantly. It was distinctly un-Tech, and part of you was more than a bit surprised he was being this way about it. After all, Tech was never really the shy type whenever you’d talked with him previously, about a myriad of different topics.

The others were surprised to needless to say; As normally they were quite well used to the two of you being largely inseparable. Now there was a very clear energy between the two of you that no one could quite place, and even if they'd tried to figure it out multiple times, no one had been able to solve it.

It had actually gotten to the point where Hunter asked you in private it Tech had said something stupid, since he had a reputation for being a bit heavy handed without realizing.

You had quite quickly insisted that wasn’t the case and reassured Hunter that it wasn’t a big deal, even if the way he noticed your heart had started beating faster once he’d brought it up said otherwise. He left it at that even if he didn’t want to, and silently decided to give you a bit to settle it yourselves.

You wonder if it was by Hunter’s subtle influence that the same night he spoke to you Tech ends up being the one on watch for the longest bracket of time while everyone else sleeps. It ends up working out either way.

Everyone is asleep but Hunter, who’s laid back in his bunk doing the same sort of mindless busywork you normally see him do before he rests. The repeating motions of spinning the knife or cleaning blasters he must find relaxing; It makes a good bit of sense.

You’re quite well sure he notices when you start walking around and making yourself something to drink, before eventually making your way to the cockpit.

Tech’s sitting in the pilot’s seat as usual when you see him; Datapad in his hands as his head’s tilted downwards. There’s a project of his close by he must be working on in tandem with research. It makes it so that he doesn’t seem to notice right away when you enter the cockpit, even if you weren’t exactly attempting to be quiet. Only when you’re standing between the front two seats, and hold your hand outward till it’s almost is directly in his line of sight does he realize.

"Here." You say.

You hold one of the two drinks you’d made outward, and Tech looks right at it with a confused expression before slowly taking it from your hand. The other one you keep, sitting down in the co-pilot's seat and crossing your legs in it. Tech hesitantly takes a sip, before his eyebrows perk at the familiar taste of caf inside. It's hot, but not enough to start steaming.

"Did you know they made these instant caf packets? I saw it last time we landed for fuel and bought a few. Thought you might like one, even if it tastes kind of..." It was a terrible bland taste, but it was more than good enough considering circumstances. You’d just take the energy it would give you, even if a little bit of something sweet to put inside it would be more than welcome.

"Thank you. And I can more than forgive the taste given our lack of proper facilities." It makes you softly chuckle, taking another sip of the warm drink in your hands. He takes another sip before sitting it down, and picking up whatever he had been working on again.

The caf had served to be a decent enough ice breaker, turning the container round and round in your hands. Everything had since faded into silence, other than the familiar sounds of the Marauder like rumbling and gentle beeping, and the sounds of Tech working. Other than that he was completely silent, taking sips of quickly cooling bitter caf between bits of work.

Once he finishes his and placed the container on the control panel Tech continues fiddling with his datapad, but when you'd glanced at his face with your lips around your own container, you could see he looked nervous. Or uncomfortable, though the two emotions often laid together.

You don’t really know exactly how much time passes that is silent like this, though it’s long enough that both of your cafs are long since finish and out of your hands.

Eventually you figure if he isn’t going to be the one to break the silence, you would; And hopefully end the odd tension that’s been floating around. Though just as you consider doing so, Tech’s voice finally pierces the silence of the cockpit. Even if he’s speaking in his normal soft tone, it still manages to give you a bit of a startle.

"I,” He coughs. “Apologize for taking your belongings." Turning to look at him, he’s staring back with an expectant look. When you shake your head in response, he seems almost confused for a moment.

"No need to apologize; It's not that big of a deal, honestly." Tech feels a massive weight off of his chest, seeing you looking at him and appearing not offended or upset. If anything, you just have a small smile. He nods and lets the conversation drop into silence-much more comfortable this time-until you decide to speak up again.

"But, I was a little curious about something though," Tech's gaze turned back to you, his eyebrows raised behind the rim of his goggles.

"Why’d you steal them?" Tech's throat bobbed with a harsh swallow, looking out the front viewport before back inside.

"It, was just a spur of the moment." A vague answer, but the way his eyes quickly move away gives a feeling that he might’ve originally planned to say a bit more. At least you were wishing he had. Things had been a little awkward before this all happened but now, you were just going to spit it out before it scratched in inside of your heart raw.

Left had rubbing your right wrist you leaned against the arm of the seat, a breathy laugh before you speak up.

"You know, I think you're really cute Tech."

Leaning against the arm of the chair eyebrows raised, you’re looking at him silently pleading for a good response.

You were pretty sure you’d just throw into the cold unforgiving vacuum of space if it turned out he’d just somehow gotten your panties by accident and didn’t actually have any romantic feelings.

He however seems thoroughly surprised, not expecting you to say anything of the sort. His looks were never a part of his thoughts often; Though, he feels good that you like him enough to say that.

The relieved feeling of knowing you weren’t upset and you telling him you found him attractive? Tech didn’t think his heart had ever felt this light.

But even though a full cup of caf you’re quite tired, and it might be for the best to at least get a bit of rest. Getting up from your seat and walking to his own you lean down, pressing both hands against the armrest.

He almost unconsciously leans back when you move in closer to him, softly moving a hand to the side of his face before leaning downward. It takes him a bit longer than it probably should’ve to realize what you were doing, as you press a kiss to his lips. He doesn't move for a moment, before suddenly realizing he probably should; And almost instantly starts to eagerly press back against you while one hand moves to land right beside yours.

When you hear rustling from somewhere in the ship, you pull your lips away with a soft ‘pop’. It was probably one of the others. Tech is looking at your face while your eyes are looking away and leans in to kiss you again, to which you instantly turn back to him. You can feel the way his goggles are awkwardly pressing against your face, and if they pressed any harder they’d probably end up leaving a mark.

But there's soon more movement, and you decide to stand back up fully and head to try and sleep before the others start moving around. The smile you give him is one that Tech could wish for a million times, watching you look at him.

"Remember to get some sleep, ok?"

Tech nods, watching as you leave to go sleep yourself.

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Things were far better now that you'd spoken to Tech, dare say almost normal. And in the hours following after you were no longer running off of minimal sleep and shoddy caf you’d both reaffirmed there was something in between the two of you, and it had been the smoothest sailing ever since.

Either way, Ord Mantell was the current stop as Hunter got a tip about a job, and you all were in desperate need for the credits. Mostly for fuel, the Marauder's tanks had been running on low for awhile and if you didn't stock up, you'd all be working with fumes.

The heating and cooling units would be the first to get turned off for fuel conservation at that point, and you really didn’t want the frozen fingers.

After landing you noticed the tarmac was barren, not another being in sight. Everyone’s eager to get up and stretch their legs; Apart from Tech. He's still turning off the engines, even as you're leaving the cockpit following the others. They’re all quite quick to try and get out and breath in some fresh, smog filled air, after being cramped up for so long again.

You take one wayward glance back at Tech for a moment to see him still fussing with something, before Hunter’s voice makes you look away.

"Coming with us again?" Hunter looks up from the ground outside, waiting for an answer. You shake your head as Wrecker and Omega are already running off somewhere almost completely out of view. Surely to get something to eat.

"Nah, not this time. I’m supposed to help Tech with something, actually." You were just about to turn and possibly suggest that Echo should go with them, when he comes from the cockpit with firm footsteps; Decision seemingly already made.

"I’m gonna head with them to get some fresh air then."

‘Because we don’t get that very often...’ He mumbles while walking off past Hunter, and you couldn’t help but snort. You watch him leave, Hunter giving you a nod.

"Alright, we're heading out. Stay safe." Hunter turns to leave, and you to close the Marauder's gangplank behind them and lock it. With all of them gone it’s perfect, not having to worry about everyone else crammed in the cockpit or Hunter's hearing. Walking away from the main door and down the small step into the cockpit, you stand just past the entryway when you cough a little. It catches Tech’s attention just as you speak.

"Hey, you busy?" He turns and looks to you, eyebrows raised.

"Do you require something?"

Not exactly the answer you were looking for, but good enough. Slipping fully inside the cockpit and standing between the two seats, you remember something Tech had said a short while back, and decided to see if he was still in need of an extra hand or two. And hopefully he wasn’t smart enough to think you were up to something.

It was just the perfect setup for a little something you had in mind...

"Weren't you going to show me how to solder sometime so I could help you with something?" None of the others could really do it, and Tech had not the desire to try and teach them.

Though he seemed more than eager enough to try and teach you, perking up noticeably the instant the words fell from your mouth.

"I would still much appreciate the extra set of hands on a few tasks. I can teach you now; If you'd like." Though he’d framed it as a question, he was already up and out of the pilot’s seat gathering multiple things that you’d both seemingly be needing. You follow, and when he sits down at his workbench, round to the back of the seat. He’s already talking when you look over his shoulder, watching the way he’s pushing a certified mess all around.

"Soldering isn't overly complicated, you should have a hang of it relatively quickly. Patience and keeping a steady hand are the most important." From a mess of tools Tech was dragging things out from what seemed like a void of junk; You had zero idea what was what.

"It is quite time consuming however; I would appreciate if you could do some of it while I work on some more complicated aspects of my current work." Nodding and humming along to each of his sentences as he spoke, you watch as he continues setting things up. Though it was a little hard to see what he was doing at this angle. His shoulder was partly in the way, as well as his head; As Tech had a habit of hunching over his work.

"You should try and use as little of the wire as possible, so it doesn’t overflow into other areas." Giving an understanding hum you moved to the side of the workbench, though the curl of Tech's hand as he held the soldering iron also impeded your view.

"Can you move your arms for a second?"

Stopping for a moment and looking up at you confused, moving your hand as if to shoo his arms out of the way was what worked. You slipped between him and the table, sitting partly on his lap and the chair. You don’t miss the way he freezes for a moment.

"I can see everything better if you're not in the way." Tech was at first stiff and unmoving, but slowly relaxed, tilting his head slightly to the side. It was true statement, though it would be a lie to say you didn't have an ulterior motive.

Was it truly ulterior if everything just happened to be working out to what you had in mind?

Handing you the soldering iron he made sure you had it fully held before letting go, as it was fully turned on. With the table farther away you had to lean forward a little to place your elbows against it, looking over the scrap circuitry and wires.

You don’t exactly blame him for only trusting you to work on junk, more so if he realized you weren’t exactly paying complete attention.

"Try on a piece of scrap metal. You want to be slow but consistent; Make sure your hands shake as little as possible." Easier said then done. But before you decide to get to work you put down the roll of solder wire and reach to the back of your shirt, it rising up slightly as you adjusted your pants.

Hopefully this works...

And judging by the moment when his thighs noticeably tightened underneath you, he instantly noticed.

The angle you were leaned over at made it quite noticeable to him that you were wearing that same pair of underwear he’d stolen; The beige with lace edges. They poked out just over the edge of your pants, which since you were wearing a looser more casual shirt, were quite visible now.

If he liked them you figured he’d like them even more on. And judging by the look on his face when you turned around that seemed to be a correct assumption; You swore for a moment that you'd killed him.

His eyes were wide and glancing downward, a finger pushing up the middle of his googles.

"Can I touch you?" You almost scoff, his hands hovering around your hips while he waits with wide eyes.

"That was kind of the whole point of this, Tech." And so he finally touches you, his index and middle fingers against your bare skin while the rest lay on the edge of your pants. You adjust and in doing so grind down against him, feeling the way his hands tighten. Even through multiple layers he feels your weight against his armor, biting the inside of his cheek. He perks up once he realizes something and opens his mouth, letting out a shaky cough.

"I, t-turn the tools off." He was grasping your hips tight, leaving little dents. He only removes one to push up his goggles to his forehead, rubbing against his eye. With them off you could see better his slightly crooked nose, as well as his deep brown eyes for a moment before he moves them back. You didn't understand how he was always flinging off your compliments; He was absolutely precious.

One of your hands quickly darts to shut off the soldering iron off, all the while Tech is scrambling to pull off his armor. He only unbuckles one side of his codpiece and pulls it away, falling aside and hanging over the side of the seat still partly attached to him. But it's out of the way enough that he can feel your ass grind against him far more than before; Making him bite the inside of his cheek even harder to keep from making noise. Even with two layers of fabric in the way it feels more intense that he could've imagined or felt on his own, and it almost has him overwhelmed far sooner than he wanted to be.

With one hand against the table supporting yourself the other slips down the front of your pants, dipping into your underwear and feeling how you've soaked a good bit of the fabric. Your fingers are slick the moment they slip between your folds, rubbing against them as you move your hips back and forth against Tech. The way you can feel the outline of his cock against your ass has your thighs tightening, the way he’s trying to press closer and closer to you.

His head leans far enough down and forward that it presses against your hair, and now his body is almost suffocatingly close. Not that you would ever complain against the way he touches you, hands drifting up towards your waist for a moment and the bottom of your ribs, before moving back downward. You can feel his lips against your cheek pressing soft chaste kisses against your face, and you turn to steal one from his lips before having to turn from your neck already starting to ache.

Breath hot on the back of your neck and his chest against your back, he glances downward and sees your arm halfway down your own clothing. He tears one hand away from your hips to place on your forearm, catching your attention.

"Let me,"

His hand gently slides down your arm and into your pants, grazing over your own and soon replacing it. His fingers are deft but almost hesitant, and it takes him a moment to get the rhythm. Though as soon as he does, it’s a struggle to keep your hips still from the way your gut ties in knots.

His cheek is brushing against the side of your face now, breath hot on your skin as your heads press together. Spreading your thighs farther apart they lay over his own, your boots just barely grazing against the ground. He's almost completely supporting you, fingers pressing and rubbing against your clit. It feels amazing but you want more, and you barely manage summon enough of your voice to speak up.

“A little harder, Tech,” You whisper, moaning quietly at the way his fingers suddenly press harder against your cunt. Seems like all he needed was a little encouragement, before moving in a way that has your teeth almost grinding against each other.

Part of him wants nothing more than to bury himself in you, to feel the way you wrap around him. But this was one of his biggest fantasies coming true; Something he’d thought about during times when he was finally all alone in the cockpit or refresher. He couldn’t bring himself to not let it come true. Your body feels so hot against his own, heat spreading up your neck as your hands tighten against the table’s edge.

He’s already so, so close; Even through layers of fabric you feel far better than anything he’d ever done on his own. The way your body fits against his perfectly, grinding against his cock. His fingers and your panties are soaked to almost an egregious degree, and it only adds to the sloppy, frantic, desperate way the two of you were acting.

Tech isn’t able to take much more of it all; Body so heated he feels about to break into a sweat.

His forehead presses against the side of your face, stomach tightening as he suddenly finishes; Staining the inner material of his flightsuit. It’ll surely be a mess, not that it’s barely a single thought across his mind as dips his hand further down your pants to slip two fingers fully into your cunt.

“F-fuck,”

Mumbled under your breath your body feels wound like a spring, wound tight and ready to snap. Tech’s touch is clumsy but gods does it feel good; As if he somehow knows exactly what you want if if you’d never said it.

Maybe it’s the touch starved nature of the both of you, or something else entirely, but either way it has your mind and body reeling.

Reeling in a way that has your cunt tightening around his fingers as your hips twitch, teeth scraping against your bottom lip as his fingers continue to curl inside of you. A moan manages to slip from you and it echoes against the metal as you cum, your nails digging into the skin of his arm.

As you slow down from a high so does he, a more tender slower touch as you push a few stands of hair that were against your forehead. When he slips his fingers from you and then from your pants, it’s easy to feel how soaked they are. Sure you’d gotten wet before, but you couldn’t pinpoint a time where you’d been that wet.

There’s a moment, more than a few where you just sit there, trying to catch your breath and feeling his face pressed close against your own. You try to turn towards him even if it’s more than a bit awkward given the angle, turning at the neck and torso. You watch the way his eyes drift down to your lips for a split second. Not long after, he adjusts just enough that he can press his own against them for a moment. Just what you’d wanted.

It’s almost eerie how quiet the Marauder is now, only the soft rumblings of a few systems keeping it from being completely silent. There’s a tiny noise made when Tech adjusts a little underneath you, his hands against your waist. No longer gripping so tightly instead they gently brush over your pants and the small amount of exposed skin on your hip, a partly unconscious gesture. He continues doing so as he speaks up.

“Am I incorrect to assume this was an intentional part of your plan? And that you didn’t actually want a lesson?”

He hears you hum, tilting your head to the side towards him and shining was he would call a bit of a devious smile. Or satisfied. “Maybe?” Now even he can’t help but let the corner of his mouth crook up just a tiny bit. Traveling downward to rest more against the widest part of your hip, it doesn’t get past you the way his fingers brush over the sides of your exposed underwear, index and middle finger slipping between the fabric and your skin. You glance down towards his hands for a moment.

“Well, now if you want them, you can always just ask.” The look Tech gives you is enough to send you into a silent, quick breathed laugh; His face a mix of irritated and embarrassed.

“I assume you aren’t going to forget that anytime soon now, are you?” The evil smile on your face largely answered the question for him.

“Oh, absolutely not. You don’t even know the half of it.” As if he didn’t get teased enough by his own brothers, it seemed now even you had decided to join in. He wouldn’t mind too badly, provided you kept the more embarrassing things between just the two of you.

Hands moving away from your hips and resting on the table instead he adjusts a few things to how he specifically wants them.

“In any case, would you like to continue?”

It takes a moment for you to turn your head to look at him, brow furrowed before you question him.

“Continue what?” Tech started reaching around you to grab things on the desk and return them to where they’d been, before you’d pushed them all around. Once they seem to be back into the places he deemed acceptable, he clarifies on what he’d previously said.

“Our lesson. I would still appreciate you helping me with some of this soldering.”

For a moment you might’ve thought he was joking, But it’s Tech; He’s more than likely not joking. How he was able to take such a drastic leap from one situation to another almost gave you whiplash. Your cheeks are still even still warm. Almost letting out a laugh you adjust the way your clothing lays against your arm.

“Tech, can we at least clean up first?” Judging by the way he perks up a bit, he’d forgotten for a moment about the state of the two of you, and maybe realized that perhaps, you were the smarter one at that moment.

He’d certainly need a different flightsuit, that’s for sure. At least everyone was gone at the moment, and so he wouldn’t have to worry about sneaking around the ship.

You almost laugh again at the way he just seems to realize everything, having almost been about to start teaching you again. Considering how smart he was, the one track mind seemed to be quite a roadblock sometimes. You get up from his lap and watch as he does the same, the seat moving a little from him doing so.

“O-Oh; Right.” You end up taking a quick jaunt to the refresher while leaving Tech to dig around his certified mess of a bunk for another flightsuit. Thankfully he had a clean one around.

It certainly takes him a lot longer than you to clean up, given he had to take pieces of his armor in order to change from his stained flightsuit to a clean one. Though when he does return armor entirely back on, you’re back at the workbench waiting for him.

He quickly sits down on the seat and moves it forward just enough so you can slip between him and desk, like you’d done previously. Sitting on the edge of the seat between his thighs, you’re once again partly sitting on them. He’s reaching around your body and leaning forward to grab something, feeling his chest against your back. Though he doesn’t lean back to where he’d been completely, instead hovering slightly closer.

“Well, where were we?”

[secretjeon]

hey! hope you're having a great day. i saw that you're taking requests and have a very specific scenario that's been living on my mind rent free with tasm!peter. so basically he is into pottery, he likes to make mugs and cute shit for the gf and one day she asks him to teach her? cute, fluffy, wholesome, his hands on her hands shaping the clay kinda vibe, the lot (can add a bit -or a lot- of spice too iykwim). anyway, hope you like this and feel free to use it or ignore it! xo

Teach Me; Peter Parker

pairing: Andrew!Peter Parker x fem!reader

warnings: fluffff, cursing, a little smutty ;) thigh riding, nipple sucking, praise kink, handjob, cum eating, uses of the nicknames pretty girl, princess, ig it’s kinda messy because they were messing with clay(?) but its never directly stated

this was too fucking cute to not write ty for requesting this 😭 i feel like i accidentally made it more smutty than fluffy im so sorry (also lowkey stole that one scene from ghost) believe it or not, this is the first time i’ve written smut (or close to it) so i hope i did ok and i hope you like it! 😭

Your boyfriend had been into pottery for as long as you can remember. You couldn’t even count how many things you had around the house that had been handmade from Peter himself, mugs, bowls, vases, an adorable teapot that looked like an elephant that you had no idea how he made so perfect. Peter absolutely loved gifting you with items that he made, and you absolutely adored the gifts you got, knowing how proud he was of himself and how long he worked on it, and how they came out looking like absolute masterpieces.

You were currently over at his place, staying for a few nights, admiring him while he was making what he said was gonna be ‘matching mugs with each other’ as you both liked to have coffee or hot chocolate dates often. He was wearing an old band t-shirt he didn’t care about much and some loose pants while you were only wearing one of his shirts, having only panties underneath as you didn’t think any of your clothes were very comfy at the moment. It was quite a sight to look at, how focused he was on making it perfect, the way his fingers moved across the clay so carefully, you were ashamed (not really) that it was turning you on. You also thought it was an amazing art, wishing you could make pottery as beautiful as Peter did, which is when you got an idea.

“Pete,” He looked up at you while still moving his fingers around the clay. “Do you think you could maybe teach me how to make pottery?” He brightened up at the words he had heard, always secretly hoping you’d ask one day. “Of course Y/N, come here.” He gestured with his head downwards, implying for you to come sit on his lap. You got up and went to sit on him, careful for his clay covered hands not to touch your clothes, though you knew they would probably end up dirty anyways.

“Okay, so all you do is put your hands like this,” He put his chin on your shoulder and his hands over yours, carefully guiding them onto the messy blob that would eventually be a mug. “And just move them like this.” Putting his fingers between yours, moving them together and helping you shape the clay. It was more fun than you thought, but you figured a part of it was because you were doing it together. You enjoyed spending time with Pete, and this was definitely something the both of you were having fun with. You were doing pretty well so far, the mug shape coming together a little more, slowly but surely.

“You’re doing so good for me, pretty girl.” You felt yourself get hot, shifting around in his lap, slowly getting wet from his words and the way his fingers were moving with yours. “Well you’re definitely good with your fingers, Peter. This is way worse than how yours look.”

“Come on, you of all people should know I’m good with my fingers, Y/N.” He joked while your eyes widened, realizing what he meant. You pressed your thighs together, trying to cause some relief. He laced his fingers with yours, slowly taking them off of the badly unfinished mug and bringing them to your thighs, forcing them to open.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice how wet you were getting, sweetheart?” Fuck, you had forgotten about his spidey senses, and how he could definitely tell when you were aroused, recalling the moments he had known even when he was across the room from you. “Turn around,” he demanded. You shifted on his lap so you were facing him and straddling his thigh, while he was looking at you with darkened eyes, learning that he was now just as turned on as you were.

“Go on pretty girl, use my thigh to get you off.” He grabbed your waist, moving you forward to give you a start. You put your head on his shoulder, beginning to grind on his muscular thigh thanks to his spiderman activities. He started to bounce his leg a little, immediately making you moan from the stimulation. “Fuck Pete,” you whined, your pussy growing wetter by the second. You were glad he was wearing loose pants, teasing your fingers around the waistband before reaching in to take his hard cock out, spreading his precum around to get it slick before beginning to stroke it.

“Fuck princess, just like that,” He moaned. He took his hands off your waist to lift up your shirt, thanking the gods that you weren’t wearing a bra before leaning forward to take your right nipple into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around the hard pebble before sucking on it, before switching to the other one. You moaned loudly, beginning to ride his thigh faster and jerking his cock harder.

“I’m gonna cum Peter,” You breathed out, feeling the knot in your stomach get tighter. “Yeah, pretty girl?” He took his mouth off your tits to talk. “You gonna cum for me? Cum, then. Make a mess all over me. Fuck, baby.” He moaned out the end as you swirled your thumb around the tip of his cock, bringing him closer to release.

“Cum with me Peter, please, please, please,” you began begging as your thighs started to twitch, your eyes rolling back, cumming all over his thigh. “Fuckkk Y/N,” your reaction bringing him to his own orgasm, hot spurts of cum shooting all over your hand. You sighed as you calmed down from your orgasm, bringing your hand up to lick his cum off. “I love you so fucking much, Y/N.” He kissed you harshly before you got up, getting a little embarrassed at the extremely obvious wet spot you had left on his pants. “Don’t get embarrassed darling,” he noticed your face, “It’s fucking hot. You should go lay down, you’re probably tired.” You smiled at his words before changing your soaked underwear into a clean pair and washing your hands of the clay that still occupied them and went to lay down in his bed, though with as much as you go over, it might as well be your bed too.

He came back with different pants on and clean hands and went to lay behind you, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you closer. “I love you.” He mumbled into your neck. “I love you too, Peter.” You grabbed one of his hands that was wrapped around you and intertwined it with yours, closing your eyes and falling asleep with your lover by your side.

By the time you woke up, it was morning but Peter was nowhere to be found. You looked at the clock, seeing it was only 8 am when something caught your attention on the nightstand. It was the finished mugs from last night. Sitting side by side, both mugs sporting a sage green and brown with each mug having your names on it and little sunflowers scattered across. You smiled, absolutely loving everything about your life, knowing that with Peter, it would always be perfect.

was this bad? im so sorry i tried

[musiccutiepatooty]

Druig Headcanons

Just the naughty alphabet for our favorite mind-controller

I wrote them and didn't feel like editing them so I apologize for any typos

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If it's one thing that this man does, it’s that he cares. A Lot. He is the most attentive person after you all have sex even if that means just giving you a minute by yourself.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Druig likes his eyes. Not only do they show when he is demonstrating his authority, but he can tell that you love them. He'll catch you staring directly into them and it fueled his own liking of them.

He loves your legs. They're so strong and sturdy but soft at the same time. He loves to be touching them in some way or be in between them in some fashion.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes when his cum goes in your body. It doesn’t matter if it's your mouth or your pussy but he wants it in you. If he cums in you he will pull his dick out and finger the cum back into you even if you are very much overstimulated.

He also loves seeing and feeling your bodily fluids on him. When he's eating you out and he can feel that you're getting his lips and chin completely soaked or when he's fingering you and he can see your slick completely coating his fingers, he goes absolutely feral.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He keeps a picture of you for when you guys are apart. The picture is less than appropriate.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has of course had sex before just not as often as you would think in the 7000 years he's been here. He knows enough of what he is doing but is a very quick earning and doesn’t have an ego about it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

There are two. The first is missionary with your legs on his shoulders. He loves how deep he can get and that he can see the pleasure on your face as well as hear it.

The second is doggy. Specifically with your head all the way to the mattress. He likes the way that your ass looks and loves being able to pull your hips back into his with every thrust.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's got a bit of playfulness and teasing about him during the act but he isn't straight goofy. He'll crack a joke or say a smartass comment but that's really all.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it trimmed but not completely bald. Just enough to know that he is manscaping.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is always a romantic. Even if he is roughly railing the daylights out of you with one of his hands gripping around your throat pulling you to him, you can bet the other hand is reaching to hold one of yours.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He likes to do it with you. Both of you sitting opposite each other without touching and just going to town on yourselves.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Has an oral fixation. Absolutely loves putting his fingers in your mouth even when you guys aren't having sex. He is also a fan of your fingers in his mouth. It becomes a problem sometimes when you will give him a bite of something and he straight sucks your finger in public like a heathen.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your shared bed. Not to say that he doesn’t enjoy the other spontaneous places y'all get busy but nothing would beat the comfort and safety that is established there.

The spot that came closest to the bed was the kitchen counter.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

His favorite thing is watching you undress. Of course he would love to undress you himself but watching you get undressed gets him going. It could even just be you casually changing clothes. You picked up on this and one day decided to do a strip tease for him. You put on some music one day when y’all got back from an outing and told him to sit on the edge of the bed. He was painfully hard after he put two and two together.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Use his powers on you. He is big on consent and even if you told him it was fine he would be worried about it because it's technically against your will.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves when you go down on him. There are few sights better than you on your knees with his dick in your mouth and eyes all teary from the work your putting in.

One of the sight that he likes more is the view from between your legs. He loves to see your chest heaving from the underside while one of your thighs is on either side of his face gently squeezing his head. And, oh boy, is he good at it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on the vibe. He has his moments where he can be slow and sensual all languid thrusts and slow wandering hands. Other times he's manhandling you and just drilling the fuck out of you with no mercy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

I think that Druig would like them. There are times during your day where you are both busy but he just wants to take like tens minutes to physically show you how much he wants you and cares for you. He somehow manages to make the quickies a lil special too.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He will try just about anything once if it would appease you. He is not a fan of having sex where you all can get caught or seen. He prefers you to keep you fully to himself when y'all are together.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He will last as long as you want him to and sometimes even after that he'll still be able to go another few rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Druig doesn't own any but is more than willing to use the ones that you own on you. His favorite is just the little bullet vibrator. The way that your back arches and your breath stops like you short-circuited when he is slowly pumping into you and unexpectedly adds the bullet to your clit is something that he would never get tired of being able to experience

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is a WHOLE tease. Especially when it comes to taunting you or mocking you. He loves to accompany his words with his physical teasing. He is the type to put his hands and tongue everywhere on your body aside from your clit and then make fun of you for how much you are whining and squirming for him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Druig is not afraid to be loud but he usually isn't. he will grunt and groan and huff. He is a big talker though. A lot of "oh that’s perfect" "please keep going" "don’t stop feels so good" "I'm gonna come" LOTS of talking.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He is a switch. Sometimes he is in charge and will have you begging for mercy. Other times you are calling the shots and have him begging for just the smallest release.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Its big. It is simply large. You always get excited to see it despite you guys having sex a vast number of times.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I feel like it fluctuates but is often medium high. Like he would be ready at just about anytime but he is the one to initiate it about 75% of the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He usually doesn’t fall asleep soon after unless you went for four plus rounds. He usually will just lie beside you as you sleep and recount the events in his head.

[randomshyperson]

Love is Outside the Screen - Part III - Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Summary:  The one where Reader plays Vision in the MCU and she falls in love with her co-worker Elizabeth Olsen.

Warnings: (+18), smut, sexual themes, strap on use, teasing, fingering, sexual suggestions, explicit language, explicit, obscenity, a bit of praise kink, dom/sub dynamics, bottom reader mostly, switch dynamics, power dynamic changes, slight possessive sex, brief angst, alcohol mentions, arguing, jealously, fluffy.

Words: 7.935 K

A/N> Instead of writing my series, I'm continuing works that were finished already. This is basically porn honestly haha No, but jokes aside, we have fluffy moments with a lot of smut. Good reading everyone!

Part One | Part Two | All Works Masterlist || AO3

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Love is Outside the Screen - Part III

Northern Ireland, two years ago.

You slipped under the long wooden table as the script indicated.

Your character was supposed to give a slight nod, and then gasp because of the torso injury, and you followed the script perfectly.

When the director yells cut, you stand up, trying not to bump into the makeover they did on your clothes.

"That was great, guys!" Shouted Alex Graves in the direction of the cast scattered around the medieval set. "Let's call it a day."

You were exhausted.

The Game of Thrones footage was absolutely grueling, and time-consuming, although it allowed you to learn something new with almost every scene.

Walking back toward the dressing room to clean up your makeup, you smiled shyly at the girls in the salon who congratulated you on the day's performance while helping you to remove your costume.

While they were going through your hair, you decided to check your cell phone.

There were two missed calls from Lizzie, and you felt your heart swell with guilt immediately.

She had also sent you messages asking if everything was okay, or if you were busy, and saying that she missed you, and you wish you had answered them all, but your routine had been completely absurd.

You felt your chest ache with longing every time you thought of your girlfriend.

When you signed the contract, you knew the conditions, and so did Lizzie. But nothing prepared you for the real thing.

Almost three months without a decent conversation, not even video calls, and the lack of her in your life was making you frustrated and irritated all the time. You were sinking into the screenplay and the recordings, because you simply hated not having Lizzie in your day-to-day life.

"Thank you girls." You said as soon as you noticed the makeup completely removed from your abdomen.

The change in the script killed your character sooner than expected, and you should go home early, even though it was going to take two or three months, it was much less than originally planned.

Grumbling softly, you went back to the dressing room, deciding to call Lizzie now that you would have a little time alone.

She doesn't answer until the second-to-last ring.

"Yes?" Her husky voice signals that she was asleep, but all you can feel is your body shaking at the sound.

"It's me, baby." You reply tenderly as you sit back in the armchair, pressing the cell phone to your ear as if you wish you could reach into the device and touch your girl.

"Oh, hey." She comments sleepily, and you wonder if she has closed her eyes again, or even opened them. "It's late."

"I know, I'm sorry." You say leaning back in the armchair. "I wanted to check that everything was okay because I couldn't answer you earlier."

"Don't worry, darling." She says softly, almost sleepily. "I just missed you."

"Me too, my love." You assure her, feeling your chest tighten slightly. My god, you just want to see her, hold her, touch her. "Lizzie, darling, are you asleep?"

"Yes." She whispers, making you smile.

"I love you baby." You say. "Call me when you wake up, I will interrupt as many scenes as it takes to talk to you."

"Behave yourself in the studio, love." She mumbles sleepily, and you laugh lightly. It was the same warning she gave on your last day in California, on the way out of the airport. "I love you. And I miss you."

You cursed the entire movie company at once when you could perceive the upset in Lizzie's tone, even in her sleepy state. You repeated that you loved her one more time before hanging up the phone.

As you put your cell phone away to grab your keys and head back to the hotel, you wondered if a breach of contract was really so bad.

//-//

Present, California.

You felt Lizzie's arms wrap around you as soon as you made mention of getting out of bed. You smiled, turning your body to look at her.

Her sleeping figure with her eyes closed, her hair slightly tousled made your heart warm with affection.

You loved her so much.

Raising your hand to her face, you stroked her cheek gently with your thumb, and watched the woman sigh softly, and even in her sleepy state, lean into your touch.

"Lizzie." You called softly, trying to wake her up. And did so again until she mumbled softly, leaning her face against the pillow. You let your hand wander to her hair, enjoying the softness as you stroked her scalp with your fingers. "We need to wake up baby."

Lizzie just mumbled again against the pillow cotton, making you smile at the cuteness of that scene.

You moved closer only to deposit short kisses across her face, and only stopped when she let out a husky giggle.

"Good morning, love." You whispered against her ear, and were about to pull away, but she tightened her arms around your waist, keeping you almost on top of her, making you smile.

"Good morning." She sighed back against the skin of your neck, and you blushed slightly when you felt her inhale your perfume and then tighten her fingers around your waist. "Fuck, I love you."

You laughed softly at her sudden, hoarse confession, but let your arms slip around her shoulders, burying your body against Lizzie's. The tenderness was wonderful, and she moved one hand up to caress your back while the other remained on your hip, her thumb moving across the skin beneath your blouse.

You tilt your face away just to look at her, and already you find her with her eyes wide open, a shy smile on her lips.

"I love you too, babe, but we need to get up." You tell her, and you almost get the impression that she's not even listening, because all she does is look at your face with adoration.

You bite back a smile as you feel her legs move beneath you, her bare foot caressing your ankle before she spins you around quickly and stands over you, the sudden movement making you sigh and tighten your arms intertwined around her neck.

"Lizzie!" You exclaim humorously, but all you get is a low murmur as she sinks her body against yours and buries her face in your neck.

"How much time do we have?" She asks against your skin, her lips dangling on that sensitive part of your collarbone and sending a shiver up the length of your spine.

"Enough." You reply already affected by her touch, closing your eyes to enjoy the sensation.

Lizzie smiles against your neck, beginning to deposit chaste kisses against your skin, making you sigh softly.

It didn't matter how many times you had been together or for how long, your body reacted to her in the same way. You only hoped that you wouldn't be late for your appointment with the Marvel directors, but when Lizzie slipped her hand up into your pajamas, you didn't care about that anymore.

//-//-//

London, 1 year and 9 months ago.

It's your third time on "The Graham Norton Show."

You finished taping Game of Thrones the day before, and this was your last appointment before returning to California. To Lizzie.

Part of the cast is sitting next to you, and you are glad for that because you are distracted this evening and can use the time they answer questions to think about your girlfriend. And you miss her for sure.

Graham, the host, asked questions about the final season, and about day to day life on set, and after Kit Harington and Emilia Clarke commented on everything being amazing, and not telling anything about the plot since they weren't allowed to, you were slightly surprised that the subject shift went directly to the romance rumors between the cast.

"I hear that some of you have been becoming close friends outside the set." Graham begins with a chuckle, and you and the cast share a chorus of dissatisfaction that makes the audience laugh. "Which is normal in a long series of course. But we wanted to bring that in because we love gossip."

"Since I'm married, can I have a drink in the dressing room?" Kit jokes, drawing laughter from everyone.

"You're supposed to help us with the arguments". Graham replies humorously. He leans back in his chair slightly to point to the monitor behind him. "We have some behind-the-scenes photos here. And Miss Clarke looks very comfortable."

The audience laughed at the comment, and you tried to cover it up with an awkward laugh. It was a picture of Emilia Clarke, your colleague who plays Daenerys Targaryen, on your lap. But the moment was badly misinterpreted. The photo was taken right after one of the prom rehearsal scenes, and Emilia had gotten one of the coordinations wrong, and you laughed when she fell on you.

Of course, this kind of insinuation was happening because to the media, you two were two single women. And you were used to this kind of questioning, but still, it was always uncomfortable.

"We were dancing, Graham." Emilia argues humorously. "It's not what it looks like."

The audience lets out a chorus of disappointment, and you and Emilia giggle awkwardly.

"Was that the mating dance, ladies?" Graham teases and you want to dig a hole in the ground, but all you do is keep up with everyone's laughter. "Despite all the jokes, I think Marvel's couple is going to be threatened."

The comment makes your heart race, but the audience is very approving, applauding heartily.

At least with this you can talk about Elizabeth.

"Is tonight the night you are going to take over America's dream relationship or can we just keep saying that you and Emilia are together, since there is not the slightest chance that someone that attractive is single." Graham tells you with humor making the audience and cast laugh. You try to keep up, not wanting to seem rude. You wish you could tell him that there is nothing wrong with being single, but you don't think you want to create an awkwardness so you just settle back in your seat as you joke:

"Unfortunately I will deny it again, Graham" You reply. "And I'm not dating Emilia either, I assure you."

You spend the rest of the evening dodging the comments, and are exhausted by the time the interview is over.

"Hey, are you going back to the hotel already?" Kit asks you just as you walk back to the dressing rooms, and you deny it with your head.

"No chance, I'm leaving." You reply. "I'm going straight to the airport, I have a flight in two hours. What about you, Harington? Aren't you going home to see your wife?"

"I didn't know we were talking about wives." He jokes making you blush and look away. Kit didn't know about Lizzie, but he knew you had someone. "Of course I want to come home, but I still have some appointments here. And Rose is in Spain."

"That sucks, man." You comment and he murmurs in agreement, shrugging.

"Yeah, but longing sure makes the sex better." He retorts with amusement and you grimace before laughing.

"You're unbelievable." You joke before waving yourself off in farewell, turning in the direction of your dressing room.

As soon as you enter, you take your cell phone out of your pocket and try to call Lizzie, but it goes to voicemail. You leave a message saying that you can't wait to see her and get your things ready to leave.

After saying goodbye to the cast again, and taking a taxi to the airport, you receive a message, but it is not from Lizzie.

*Sara evil agent* sent you an attachment.

You frown at the matter. "Off-screen romance? Would GOT star Emilia Clarke be dating queer Marvel protégé?"

You call Sara the same minute.

"I literally said I wasn't dating her!" You complain as soon as she answers and hear Sara laugh on the other end.

"Oh, honey, I told you, the media loves a little gossip." She says. "And you need to stop setting up fake girlfriends so quickly, I can barely keep up."

You grumble in irritation and your agent lets out a giggle.

"Don't be so grumpy, it's just a rumor and the last time I checked you were a single woman so I don't see a problem." She says and you bite the inside of your cheek. Since your lack of excitement about GOT, Sara suspects something. Neither of you says anything, but you know she's not an idiot and figures you have a girlfriend. "Are you going back to LA already?"

"Yes, I'm catching my flight in an hour."

"I hope you're ready to record, Lady Vision." She jokes. "Your scene schedule is getting closer."

"I plan to rest this week." You warn, slightly distracted. "Game of Thrones really was something different."

"I just hope people like the ending."

You giggle and Sara wants to know why, but you don't give her any spoilers. After asking if everything was okay, and assuring her that you had eaten something before the interview, you hang up.

Lizzie didn't text you back and you fell asleep on the plane.

//-//-//-//-//

California, three years and eleven months ago.

Your heart was beating so fast that you could hear it in your ears.

But Lizzie's hand in yours was doing a good job of calming you down.

Maybe it was just because you had waited, or maybe it was because you were so much in love, but you don't remember feeling so nervous about the idea of having sex with someone. Not since your first time.

And well, now with Lizzie, it was actually only the first time you two were going to sleep together. You didn't have to be nervous, but you were.

Liz opened the bedroom door as soon as you two reached the room, and dragged you inside with her. You closed the wood as you entered.

The tension was palpable in the air, and you wondered if you stayed still long enough, she might hear your heartbeat.

You looked at her, your eyes locked on each other, and a shy smile on your lips as you approached, stopping inches from her body.

Lizzie holds her breath.

"Are you nervous?" You ask in a husky voice, raising your free hand to go around the length of her arm with your finger, admiring the way her skin shivers at your touch.

She just shakes her head and you smile, resting your hand on her cheek.

"It's just me." You comment as you lean your forehead against hers, and you both close your eyes in anticipation. "We can stop if you're not sure..."

"I'm sure." She interrupts half breathlessly, her hand tightening its grip before letting go of yours, so that she brings both hands to the sides of your neck. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." You assure before breaking the distance, bringing your mouths together in a firm kiss that draws a sigh from both of you as your hands move up to Lizzie's waist.

It doesn't take long for the kiss to deepen, your tongues fighting together and the sensation making your head spin and your body heat up.

Lizzie gasped against your mouth before parting for breath, and you used the opportunity to let your fingers run down to the hem of her shirt as you pulled it up. In motion the piece was off, and she copied the same to remove your blouse.

You bit your lip as you looked at the sight of Lizzie's exposed torso in front of you, her nipples hardening in the air making you feel the tightness beneath your stomach increase.

You lunged forward, grabbing her left breast with your mouth, and Lizzie let out a loud noise in her throat, throwing her head back as your tongue skirted her left nipple.

She was so hot and smelled so good, and the sounds she was making were driving you insane.

You moved your hands up to her breasts as soon as you brought your mouths together again, your tongue circling hers as you played with her hardened nipples, and it wasn't long before Lizzie began to whimper, closing her legs and thrusting her hips towards yours for more friction.

You smiled against her lips, you would give her exactly what she needed.

//-//

California, one year and nine months ago.

Leaving your keys on the counter, you were surprised by the silence as you entered.

It wasn't that you wanted Lizzie to stay late to wait for you, except that it was exactly what you wanted.

You left your bag on the living room floor and called her name twice before assuming she was asleep.

Sighing slightly, you went up the stairs to your room, but it was empty. All the other rooms were empty, which made you frown.

Okay, you didn't expect Elizabeth not to be home just the day you were returning, after months of not seeing each other.

But you didn't have much time to think about what might have happened, because a clearly drunk Lizzie stumbled into the house, fighting against the lock and her own balance just as you were coming down the stairs.

"You're drunk?" You ask in a voice in a mixed tone of disbelief and concern upon seeing her, and Lizzie is startled for a moment before giggling.

"Look who's here, California!" She announced to the room with irony and with open arms, stumbling inside. "Hollywood's most eligible bachelorette, watch out ladies and gentlemen."

You frowned at the little scene, Lizzie walked with difficulty to the kitchen as you finished going down the steps, she murmured quietly and you with your arms crossed, trying to understand exactly what was going on.

"What happened to you?" you ask as you follow her across the room, Lizzie takes off her shoes with difficulty, almost falling to the floor at least twice. When you make mention of helping her, she holds up her hand for you not to, and you are starting to get worried.

"I went to have fun." She replies with a humorless laugh. "I can have fun."

"Of course you can." You retorted with a raised eyebrow, watching Lizzie take a deep breath and close her eyes as she leaned her back on the countertop, probably getting a headache from the way she buried her face in both hands for a moment. "Who did you go with?"

"I don't know, Mom." She sneered wryly, and you clenched your jaw. Lizzie laughed at your expression, and pouted. "Oh, did I upset you? Sorry, darling, I'll try to be a good girl for you."

You shook your head slightly.

"Babe, what is happ..."

"Don't call me that." She cuts off quickly and you look at her in surprise. Lizzie closes her eyes and takes a deep breath and when she looks at you again, she has thick tears in her eyes and you feel your heart soar. "I saw the pictures on television, Y/N. I saw the pictures, I saw your interview, I saw the videos on instagram. And I guess I understand, because she's beautiful and we haven't seen each other in months but I thought you loved me..."

"wow, what are you talking about?" You interrupt, confused and frightened, and Lizzie looks like a complete mess. She is crying and you reach up to touch her face, and try to calm her down. "Babe, breathe, I don't understand."

She whimpers softly, and you wonder how much booze she really has consumed.

"You are going out with that woman and I love you and everything is horrible." She declares in a whiny voice and you look at her with a frown.

"Lizzie, what..."

But she pushes you and walks off toward the bedroom, and you try to keep her from falling over drinking at least three times until she can get up the stairs properly.

"Lizzie, wait, talk to me." You beg but she keeps walking and you enter the bedroom a moment after her, watching her walk to the closet and start throwing all her clothes out while mumbling about cheating.

You take a deep breath with your hands on your waist, letting out a humorless laugh. It was an absurd scene to say the least.

"Elizabeth Olsen, stop this immediately!" You command as soon as she steps out of the closet, and she widens her eyes slightly as she shifts the weight of her feet before veering to the floor. You sigh as you walk toward her. "Babe, look at me."

"No."

"Lizzie."

Reluctantly, she does so. You soften your expression, feeling your heart soar at the image of her face, longing invading your whole heart.

"God, I missed you." You confess half breathlessly and Lizzie looks on the verge of tears. "Darling, where did all this come from? I'm not seeing any other girl."

"I saw the pictures..."

"Lizzie." You interrupt seriously, shaking your head slightly as your hands land on her shoulders. "I have no one but you. I would never cheat on you, I don't know where that came from. I wish you hadn't drunk so much so we could have a serious talk."

Lizzie gives a mischievous little smile, her gaze half lost because of the alcohol.

"I'm not drunk." She mumbles clearly intoxicated, making you chuckle slightly.

"Of course not." You said as you pushed the loose strands of her hair behind her ears. "You made a mess in the bedroom, babe. Why don't you try to sleep while I clean up?"

Lizzie sighed, clearly tired but shaking her head in denial

"I don't want to sleep." She said as she brought her body closer to you, her hands squeezing your shirt. "I want you to fuck me."

You bit back a smile, looking at Lizzie with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah?"

She murmured in agreement, her fingers trying to open the buttons of your shirt, but she was clearly in no condition to do so.

"I'd like that too, but you're drunk." You say as you move your hands to hold hers, smiling at the grumble of frustration she lets out. "Go lie down, I'll get some water."

"But..."

"Bed, Lizzie." You ordered again as you intertwined your hands to lead her to lie down.

She was reluctant a few times but eventually agreed and lay her down on the mattress, placing the comforter on top.

When you made mention of getting up, she held your hand.

"Don't go." She asked softly with her eyes almost closed. You smiled.

"Aren't you thirsty?"

Lizzie denied and pulled your hand, you moved closer to lie beside her and she wasted no time in entwining her body in yours.

You let your fingers run through her hair and she sighed lightly, not taking long to fall asleep. You waited a few more minutes before moving, getting out of bed as gently as possible so as not to wake her.

After collecting the clothes Lizzie had thrown across the room and putting them away in the closet, as well as putting the party clothes she was wearing in the wash, you went back downstairs, looking for your bag to take to your room.

Your cell phone vibrated as you walked up the stairs.

It was a message from Scarlet, and you laughed lightly as you read its content.

“I heard you're coming home today, right? Lizzie was really upset about the rumors that you were dating, and asked me to take her out for a drink. I dropped her off at home, but she was pretty shaky. I didn't know you two had a thing, can we talk about it over coffee tomorrow?”

You were relieved that Scarlett was the person accompanying Lizzie, but now she knew you two had something. You were tired of it honestly. The secret. All you wanted was for everyone to know how much you loved Lizzie. And judging from recent events, that was a problem for her too. Or at least it was enough for her to drink more than she should.

But you would have to wait until Lizzie woke up to have this conversation, so you went back to your room, and after putting away the clothes from your bag, you took a shower and put on your pajamas, wasting no time in joining Lizzie in bed again.

//-//-//

Caribbean, one year and six months ago.

Following the music, you continued to dance slowly, your hand around Lizzie's waist while the other was entwined in the air with hers.

The luxury hotel where you were staying that week was hosting a Hawaiian themed evening, and well, after spending the day in the pool area, you decided to dance a little.

In that moment, with Lizzie in your arms, you were at peace completely. Moments like these, like waking up with her in your bed, or cooking together, or rehearsing your lines while curled up on the couch under the blanket were more than enough to make you sure that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Lizzie.

You smiled before pulling your body away slightly, just to look at her. And she looked back at you with the same adoration, her cheeks flushing slightly.

You spun her into your arms then, making her laugh as you pulled her back, your hands resting on her neck as your hips swayed to the rhythm of the ukulele of the band playing on the stage.

There were a few other couples around, but you could hardly notice anyone but Lizzie.

You continued dancing, and you rested your forehead on hers, closing your eyes and breathing in her perfume. Lizzie smiled, stealing a quick kiss before resting her chin on your shoulder, following the rhythm of the dance.

When the show ends, you follow the crowd in the clapping for a moment before Lizzie entwines your hands and pulls you toward the bar.

"That was fun." She comments with cheeks flushed from the dance, her smile soft as you stand near each other, your hands intertwined as you reach for the menu.

"Dancing with you always is." You retorted charmingly, releasing her hand only to fit it against your waist, drawing a chuckle from Lizzie.

You ended up sharing some drinks and snacks, and you were starting to feel higher with each sip.

Lizzie was in the middle of a joke when you interrupted her.

"Marry me?"

She blinked in surprise, a confused chuckle escaping her lips.

"What?"

Maybe it was the drinking. Probably not, because with the emerald eyes looking so intently, you suddenly felt very sober. Your heart raced too, but you were never more sure of anything than you were now.

"Marry me." You repeat with a confident smile. Lizzie blushes with wide eyes.

"You... Are you serious?" She asks in surprise, and you let out a sigh, moving closer to take her hands and put them down on your racing heart.

"I love you." You tell her with nothing but sincerity. "I want to spend my life with you. I was planning something bigger, perhaps, at your parents' summer house. I would get down on one knee in front of your family and hand over the ring I've been carrying for three months." You confess and watch her look at you in shock. "I've been waiting for the right moment, Lizzie. But I've just realized that every second with you is the right moment. I want you to be my wife. Do you want me to be yours?"

It took a second for her to react, her expression changing from shock to pure happiness, the tears appearing in her eyes and the smile so big it made her eyes small.

"Yes, yes, of course." She replied between one shy laugh and another, moving forward to kiss you over and over again.

You couldn't stop smiling as you kissed her, and you giggled against each other's mouths, pulling apart to embrace each other.

It didn't take long for the people around the bar to notice and start clapping, but you didn't care.

All you were seeing was your future wife.

//-//-//-//

California, 1 year and 9 months ago.

You finished putting the coffee jug on the tray, the last missing item, before carrying it to your room, taking careful steps not to trip over anything on the way.

Lizzie was already awake, but still in bed. The glass of water in her hands and the missing pill on her bedside table indicated that she was already treating her hangover.

"Good morning, darling." You greeted as you entered, walking over to the bed to leave the platter on top of the sheet next to Lizzie.

"You're home." She commented in a mixture of surprise and embarrassment, you just made a noise with your mouth as she sighed, running her hand over her face, probably because of her headache. "When did you get home?"

"Last night." You respond by watching her. "Just before you."

"Sorry." She says moving closer. You gently pull away from her attempt to kiss her lips, and Lizzie frowns. "What?"

"I was worried." You state seriously. Lizzie lets out a sigh, leaning her back against the bed completely. "I thought you were going to pick me up at the airport, but you didn't call. And then I find the house empty. Until you arrived, completely drunk at dawn."

Lizzie crossed her arms, looking away. It was your turn to sigh.

"What's happening, Elizabeth?"

"It 's nothing."

"Elizabeth."

"Stop it." She asks impatiently, turning her face to you again. "Don't call me that."

You just frown in confusion. "It's your name."

"No." She exclaims annoyedly, closing her eyes for a moment. "You only call me Elizabeth when you're angry. And you can't be angry at me because I have the right to go out!"

You watch her stand up, as if running away from the conversation, and you sigh impatiently, massaging your temple with your finger. Lizzie begins to remove her dress, clearly intent on going to take a shower.

"I never said you had no right to go out, Elizabeth." You retort ignoring the annoyed grunt she lets out at you continuing to call her by her full name. "I just think I have the right to ask why after we agreed on something, you changed plans at the last minute and decided to disappear."

"It's funny that you want to demand something from me when you've spent the last few months without giving me any satisfaction of where or who you were with!" She accuses angrily and you grimace in indignation.

"Oh, so it's about my work?" You retort angrily. "The last time I checked we had decided that I was going to record and come home. You said you were fine with that!"

Lizzie gave a humorless laugh, her dress falling to her feet as she worked to remove her bra.

"Well, you know what, I wasn't!" She shouts angrily, throwing the bra angrily into the closet. You need to remember that you are angry with her as you have the vision of her breasts exposed in front of you while she is yelling at you. "I didn't agree to the endless get-togethers with all those sluts around you! And I sure didn't agree with your flushed face on television flirting with Emilia Clarke in front of the whole country!"

You stared at Lizzie in shock, but she just grunted in irritation before turning to go to the bathroom.

"No, I think it's so funny you bring that up, you know, Elizabeth." You spoke aloud as you stood up to follow her. "Because when I said Aubrey Plaza was flirting with you, you told me it was just business. But suddenly, Emilia is something that bothers you!"

"God, this is so different from Aubrey!" she retorts in irritation, finally naked, before stepping into the shower. You were beginning to find it hard to remember why you were fighting now that you had the view of her wet silhouette in the shower stall, as she raised her voice to be heard beyond the sound of the water. "We were supposed to be flirting in the interviews, it was all for the movie. You were just falling all over Emilia for no reason. All those smiles and giggles." She declares angrily, making you bite back a smile. Lizzie naked, angry and jealous was hot as hell.

"I really can't believe we are having this conversation." You complain as you unbutton your pajama shirt. "The most absurd part of it all is you thinking I would have anything with anyone else."

"You say these things but don't live up to them with your actions." She retorts, annoyed. "I wouldn't think anything of it if you didn't flirt with other people!"

"I didn't flirt with anyone!" You return defensively, your blouse finally coming off. Lizzie's annoyed expression almost falters, but she keeps her gaze above your breasts as you take off your pants. "And honestly, none of this would be happening if everyone knew we were dating!"

Lizzie frowns, her anger finally dissipating with your sentence. You step into the shower stall with her, and she looks at you dubiously.

"You...you want to go public?" She asks, studying you as the water falls on her back. You swallow dryly, keeping yourself in front of her.

"Only if you want to."

Lizzie holds out her hand for you to take, and when you do, she pulls you gently until your breasts are almost touching.

"Do you think we're ready for that?" She whispers as your foreheads lean against each other. You sigh as you rest your hands on her waist.

"With you, I'm ready for anything, Lizzie."

She sighs against your lips, her hands moving up to your neck.

"I can't think about that with you naked in front of me." She mumbles before moving forward against his lips.

Kissing shouldn't feel this good.

You slide your tongue over hers a moment later, and you both sigh in need, feeling the effects of so much time apart. Your hands move down to her ass, squeezing the flesh and forcing her against you, and the direct contact of exposed skin makes Lizzie whimper.

You press her against the glass of the shower stall, feeling the shower water against your back as you hold your mouths together in a passionate, hungry kiss.

When air was needed, you ran your kisses down your girlfriend's exposed collarbone, enjoying the way she sighed in anticipation, her hand moving up to the back of your neck to encourage you.

"God, I missed you." You sighed before sucking on the sensitive spot on her collarbone, making Lizzie whimper as she dug her nails into your shoulder.

She pulled your face back to hers, kissing you urgently, and you pressed your body against hers, your hands moving down to her thighs and up so that she entwined her legs around your waist.

The contact of your exposed intimates together made you both gasp in the kiss, but you slid your tongue against hers again, savoring her taste as your hands moved up to her breasts, squeezing and cupping them with a full palm, your fingers playing with her hardened nipples and making Lizzie sigh wetly.

"What is it baby?" you teased when she was unable to keep up the pace of the kiss, throwing her head back as she felt your hands pressing her breasts hard, and Lizzie grunted as she bit her lips to keep from moaning, looking up at you with dark eyes, clearly struggling to keep her expression impassive. You smiled, pressing your hips forward and watching her close her eyes tightly, unable to contain a low moan that escaped her throat. "I want to hear you, baby."

"I'm still mad at you." She declares in an affected voice, and you murmur in understanding, lowering your face to her collarbone, and licking and kissing the skin, making her shiver.

"Is this angry sex, then?" You sneer as you move your hips forward again, the sensation bringing a rising wave of pleasure to both of you. "It doesn't seem like it."

Lizzie sighs impatiently, and puts her legs on the floor, pushing you away by your shoulder.

You are so stunned by the sudden break in contact that you barely have time to absorb her turning off the shower before she pulls you by the hand out of the stall.

You were about to ask what she was going to do, but she pushed you onto the bed, and disappeared into the closet.

"Lizzie?" You called out uncertainty, preparing your apology speech for what exactly you couldn't say. But she walked out next, and the sight made your mouth go dry. "Damn."

Elizabeth was wearing a strap-on, the rubber penis already fitted in the front and ready for use. And from the determined expression on her face, she was more than willing to prove to you that she was pissed.

"Fuck me." You breathed aroused by the view, and Lizzie gave a wry chuckle as she approached the bed.

"Oh, I will." It was her only warning before she broke the distance, kissing you fervently, her tongue exploring your mouth and pulling the air from your lungs, making you see stars.

You let out a low moan, moving your hands up to her waist to pull her to you, but Lizzie pushed your hands away, breaking the kiss and moving one hand up to your neck, squeezing lightly as she made you look at her.

"Knees, ass up." She commanded in a husky voice, her gaze glittering with lust, you bit your lips to keep from moaning again, feeling your pussy pulsate with desire as you obeyed, turning on the bed quickly as Lizzie positioned herself behind you. "I'll teach you not to flirt with other girls."

"I was n-fuck." Your speech turned into an horsy whimper as she suddenly penetrated you with the dildo, you were so wet that she had no problem at all, the toy slipping into your folds with ease, filling you completely. Lizzie chuckled breathlessly, her hands steadying your hips.

"God, you're so hot." She murmured, moving slowly inside you, the action making you clench your fists in the sheets and arch your back, your pussy clenching against the dildo.

"Fuck, Lizzie."

She thrust again, this time hard, her hands squeezing your hips as she went deep inside, making you moan loudly.

Before establishing a rhythm, she leaned against you, her hand coming up to your hair and pulling you back as she brought her mouth to your ear.

"You are mine." She whispered before she thrust hard inside you, making you moan. "Do you understand?"

"Not quite yet, try harder." You teased breathlessly, the pleasure at having the dildo all the way inside you making you half dizzy. Lizzie grunted angrily, this time stroking even harder, making you see stars as you whimpered, your body beginning to tremble.

"Quit being a brat or I'm going to fucking stop." She warned against your ear, thrusting more slowly this time, and you moaned breathlessly, barely able to keep your eyes open.

Lizzie set a slow pace, but thrusting hard as you moaned and whimpered, every time the dildo entered you making you even wetter and aroused, to the point that you were unable to hold back the loud moans, and she giggled.

"Look at you, a horny, begging mess." She sneered against your ear. "You are mine, and only mine."

She whispered, her strokes deep inside you. "I want you to remember that when you flirt with other girls. How good I make you feel."

You whimpered, your pussy clenching against the dildo for more, Lizzie keeping the strokes torturously slow. Seeing your state, she laughed softly, pulling out of you completely.

Before you had time to complain, she turned you over on the bed, spreading your legs as she bent down, thrusting deep inside you. Your moan died against her lips as she kissed you hard, laying against you as she buried the dildo inside you.

You could feel Lizzie everywhere. Her breasts against you, her lips on yours, and it was too much. She thrust hard again, deep and fast as you had your legs around her waist, and her tongue on yours, and you began to tremble in spasms, pleasure spreading throughout your body.

Lizzie smiled against your lips as you lost the ability to respond to the kiss, moaning and whimpering at the closeness of your climax. Her mouth moved down to your neck as she kept up the pace of the thrusts inside you, and your hands tightened around her waist, pulling on her hips for more friction.

It wasn't long before you fell over the edge, the tightness under your belly exploding, the pleasure spreading to the tips of your feet as you moaned against Lizzie's ear, crumbling under her.

As you tried to normalize your breathing after such an intense orgasm, she straightened to look at you, her eyes had adoration in them.

"You did so good." She praised against your lips. "Did you learn your lesson?"

"I did." You replied in a husky voice, taking a deep breath to control the effects of climax.

In one swift motion, you spun you two around on the bed, sighing as you felt the toy move inside you.

"Now you will learn to honor your appointments, Miss Olsen." You warned as your hands moved down to the latches of the strap, removing it as Lizzie bit her lips, looking at you with a mischievous gaze.

You shifted to remove the strap and toss the toy on the floor, returning to sit on Lizzie's lap, your mouth returning to hers immediately.

When she began to move beneath you, you smiled against her lips, pulling away as you rested your forehead against hers and let your fingers play with her wet entrance.

"Use your mouth." She asked breathlessly, her nails digging into your arm.

"My baby wants my mouth?" You teased, moving forward to lick her lips and pulling away with a short laugh when she moaned as she chased your mouth unsuccessfully. You circled her clitoris with your fingers, and Lizzie gasped. "The next time you want to get drunk, at least text me, my love." You warned as you penetrated her with two fingers at once, feeling her hot and slippery, while Lizzie moaned loudly against your mouth. "Do you understand?"

You removed your fingers, playing with her entrance until she nodded frantically, pushing her hips toward your hand. But you laughed lightly, pulling your hand away completely, and leaving her with a confused expression.

"I thought you wanted my mouth." You scoff, already ducking, as Lizzie looks at you expectantly.

"God, you always fuck me so good." Lizzie comments as you kiss her thighs, moving down. You smile against her skin, finally reaching her pussy.

You stare at her before moving forward, your tongue against her clitoris as she sighs with need.

"Don't torture me." She begs breathlessly, her wrists locked on the bed, you smile, lingeringly licking her, and she closes her eyes tightly.

"I won't, my love." You assure her before returning your mouth to her pussy, kissing her entrance before you begin to suck and lick, devouring her with desire.

She moans loudly, letting out affected sighs with each movement of your tongue inside her, and you hold her thighs to keep her open for you as you eat her out.

It doesn't take long for Lizzie to reach her edge, already near the limit from fucking you, but it's still delicious to have her crumbling against your mouth like a weeping mess, her orgasm on your tongue as she screams your name.

You climb your body back up onto her, and kiss her tenderly, unlike anything so far.

Lizzie is trying to control her breathing from the climax, but sighs in satisfaction as she tastes herself on your tongue.

As silence falls over you, you sigh lightly, your hands caressing her face.

"Are we okay, Lizzie?" You ask as you settle down to lie across from each other. She leans into the touch of your hands, as her hands come up to your waist.

"I don't know." She confesses. "But I want us to be."

You smile, using your finger to take a strand of hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear.

"Do you think going public will make us better?"

"I don't want to love you in secret anymore." She says and you feel your heart soar. "Do you understand?"

You smile. "Yes, babe. I feel the same way."

She gives a relieved smile, her gaze passionate. You break the distance, and kiss her gently.

When you break the kiss a moment later, you look quickly at your bodies. "I think we should have this conversation with clothes on." You comment and Lizzie giggles.

"Later. Now I show how much I missed you in my bed." She says before bringing your lips together again.

You certainly wouldn't object to that.

//-//-//

Atlanta, three years ago.

You hesitated at the entrance to the restaurant.

Through the window you could see Lizzie, and all your cast mates, as it was the closing celebration of the WandaVision filming.

You swallowed hard, the object in your pocket suddenly becoming too heavy.

You startled slightly when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"I guess we're both late, huh?" Kathryn Hahn, your cast mate, remarked gently, putting her car keys away in her pocket clearly having arrived right with you.

You gave her a lopsided smile and she noticed your hesitation, assuming a worried expression.

"Everything okay?" She asked.

You shifted your gaze to the window again, watching Lizzie giggle shyly, her gaze shining slightly. She looked around too, searching, and you knew it was for you.

"Yeah, I just...I was just having a moment of doubt." You say still looking at Lizzie. Kathryn followed your gaze, and smiled, but didn't comment on it.

You sighed, reaching into your pocket and pulling out the object.

"Wow, are you going to...?" Kathryn asked in surprise but you gave a humorless laugh.

"No, I couldn't." You say swallowing dryly, and looking away from the velvet box. "I don't know if I'm ready."

"And when either of us are?" Kat returned, making you smile.

"How did you know you were going to say yes to your husband?" You asked next. Kathryn sighed thoughtfully.

"I didn't." She replied. "There's no way to know until you get asked. But what I did know was that I loved him. And that's what really matters."

You absorbed her words in silence, and then put the box back in your pocket.

"I think she loves me." You say. "That will be enough until I find the right moment."

Kat murmurs in understanding, and then pushes her shoulder against yours lightly.

"Just don't wait too long." She warns with a smile, nodding her head signaling for the two of you to enter the restaurant and join the rest of the team.

When you enter, any thoughts of Lizzie denying your marriage proposal are driven out by the image of her contented smile when she sees you arrive.

//-//-//-//

A/F/N> I'm not even gonna try to say this is the last time i'm continuing this work because at this point, I just know I don't believe my own words anymore haha. Tell me what you think people.

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