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peachycoreroo · 4 years ago

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the forbidden fruit | zeke yeager

summary: zeke was like a second father to you and you were his favorite little girl. maybe, it wasn't normal to like your dad's best friend that much, but who cares if it's normal when it feels this good.

pairing: dad’s best friend!zeke x college fem!reader

genre: smut, pwp

word count: 5.4k

warnings: age gap, vaginal penetration, lowkey pseudo-cest bc you call zeke 'uncle', daddy kink, oral fem!receiving, fingering, oral m!receiving, mini degradation, praise kink, a few spanks, choking, zeke spits in your mouth, usage of ‘slut’, ‘whore’ and ‘slutty’, bunny as a pet name, kinda exhibitionism?, manipulation, corruption kink, dub-con vibes but you actually want it, jealousy, mentions of alcohol, smoking, dumbification, manhandling, unprotected sex (pls wrap it up kids), creampie, size kink

authors note: this is for @weepinglevi‘s adult movie tropes collab, thank you sm for letting me join!! def check out the other amazing fics in this collab<3 this is a lot darker than my other stuff so far, but i had so much fun writing it, so enjoy my first piece for aot!! here’s a link to my masterlist

uncle zeke, or uncle zuzu as you liked to call him when you were still a child, has always been your favorite person since you were little. technically, you weren’t blood-related, but you might as well have been with how integrated into your family he was.

him and your father were best friends since middle school and you did call him ‘daddy’ a lot back then as a three-year-old, when you couldn’t grasp the concept of him not also being your dad. he was there for your birth, your childhood, your embarrassing teens and now even for your 20th birthday.

you don’t exactly know when the thing happened though.

one day, you were all a big, happy family and the next you suddenly realized, how attractive zeke yeager really was. maybe, it was the way you noticed that he was so much more athletic and broader than your father as they walked around your pool in their swimming trunks on a hot summer day. maybe, it was the way you suddenly became aware of how tall he really was, when you tried to reach a cup on a shelf too high, only to feel his presence directly behind you with his chest against your back as he reached his arm above your head and grabbed the cup, only to hand it to you with a teasing ‘you should really try this thing called growing. i heard it does wonders against high shelfs.’ or maybe, it was the way you finally registered how his gray eyes shamelessly checked you out as you walked around in your flimsy crop tops and shorts, barely covering anything.

it was so wrong, but that didn’t mean you would stop your little teasing. your dresses got shorter and shorter, dropping your keys on purpose on the way out just to flash him your lacy panties. hugging him longer than usual as he was leaving, just to press your breasts up against his hard chest. you wanted him to know you weren’t a little girl anymore. you wanted his mind to be filled with lewd thoughts about you. only you.

even when you left for college, you couldn’t stop thinking about the blond man, especially when you were in your bed late at night, with your hand stuffed in your panties and your mouth whimpering his name into the pillow. images of him, with his hard cock in a large palm, pleasuring himself with you on his mind, groaning your name, always brought you to an orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. you knew the only way to quench your need for this man was by having him, no matter how rotten your desire was.

at last, it was finally your birthday, and you couldn’t wait to get home and act upon your ploy to seduce zeke yeager. it was a foolproof plan really. nobody would even suspect you were trying to rile your favorite uncle up, and he would only react, if he wanted you just as much. what better gift for your birthday, than ultimately having the forbidden fruit you’ve been trying to deny yourself of for so long.

“happy birthday, angel!”, your family exclaimed excitedly as you came downstairs. you quickly scanned the room to see uncle zeke already sitting in his usual spot on an armchair in the corner of the living room, getting up and joining your parents at the bottom of the stairs when he noticed your presence.

knowing that he was there, you finally smiled happily, thanking them softly before being pulled into a tight embrace by zeke. “yeah, happy birthday, angel”, he lowly murmured into your ear as he pressed you firmly against him, goosebumps erupting at his slightly suggestive tone.

“thank you, uncle zuzu”, you whispered back, squeezing him tight, hoping to get the message across that you were more than happy to be in his arms.

alas, you were forced to part as your mother shoved him to the side to embrace you, your dad jokingly complaining about you going for a hug with your favorite first instead of your parents, in the background.

“well, i can’t help that i’m so much cooler to her than you”, zeke retorted playfully, earning him a light-hearted punch to the arm from your father.

the rest of the day felt like an eternity. it’s not that you didn’t enjoy spending time with your parents, especially if zeke was there, but the prospect of getting the blond male to act upon your, hopefully, mutual desires, had you looking at the clock more times than you would like to admit.

“are you waiting for something?”

you quickly snapped out of your daydreams of what could happen later, as the man with the main role in them sat down closely beside you, your thighs brushing against each other. you couldn’t help your gaze lingering where your skin touched before blinking up at him through your lashes, only to see him grinning down at you, clearly amused by your stare. time for the first part of the mission.

“oh yeah, i’ll be going clubbing with a few friends later.”

“clubbing?”, zeke pressed with a frown, “and your parents are letting you?”

zeke has always been very overprotective of you. your dad joked that it’s because you’re basically like his daughter, but you hoped it was more than that. that’s why you were counting on his overprotectiveness to eventually lead you to the desired outcome of the day aka you, stuffed full of his cum.

“mmm, yeah. it’s my 20th birthday uncle zeke, not my 10th, you know. i’m an adult”, you retorted provocatively before getting up. “’m gonna go get ready.”

you could swear you felt his irritated glare burn into your back as you made your way upstairs, grinning at the first bit of your plan succeeding.

the second step, was your appearance. just a week before that, you went shopping for the shortest dress you could find, ready to turn heads, or specifically, one head. shower, hair, makeup, baby pink lace underwear, see-through tights, black dress. you haven’t felt this hot and confident in a while with college forcing you to wear hoodies and sweatpants all day every day. no way in hell were you going to make yourself suffer through endless lectures in cute skirts and dresses.

five minutes before your friends came, one of your essential male friends included, you decided to head downstairs to make sure zeke had enough time to admire how hot you looked.

as you came downstairs, you could hear your dad exclaiming ‘look at my beautiful girl, all grown up’, making zeke turn around. goosebumps erupted as you felt his eyes slowly trail along your figure, your skin tingling where his gaze burned into your exposed skin.

you did a full spin, showing off your outfit to the three people in your living room, but only caring about the opinion of one. to your disappointment, you didn’t quite get the reaction you wanted, with zeke turning back around to your mother, continuing to talk about whatever.

no matter how much you hated it, you couldn’t stop the jealousy crawling up your tightening throat, making you sick with disgust. you knew your mother was just as much as a friend to the man of your desires as your father, but it didn’t stop you from feeling this way. you wanted his eyes on you and not some other woman, even if that woman was your own mother.

as if on cue, the doorbell rang out, your mood immediately lifting at the chance that the third step of your plan finally elicits a much-craved reaction from zeke.

you opened the door, your best friends immediately throwing themselves at you, screaming their congratulations and complimenting your attire. just like you hoped, the boy you’ve been friends with and flirted with since high school, jean kirstein, was the last one to congratulate you. he hugged you tight, leaning down, whispering a low ‘happy birthday, pretty girl. you look good enough to eat’, at the same time as your parents and zeke came into the foyer.

the hug you shared with jean lasted just a tad too long for it to count as appropriate, with you giggling excessively at his comment just to be sure that zeke heard it. and as you parted to say goodbye to your family, your flirty friend kept his strong arm around your waist, as though it belonged there.

you don’t miss the way zeke glared at jean’s arm around you or the way he had the slightest frown on his face as he told you to ‘have fun and be careful’, but when you turned around and left the house to get into jean’s car, disappointment filled you when you realized that the blond male didn’t do anything to keep you from going. all this planning and finger crossing for nothing. ‘happy fucking birthday to me’, you bitterly thought, as you drove off into the night, mood already completely ruined.

after hours of trying to enjoy the end of your birthday even for a bit, you finally had enough. jean took you home, trying to make out with you on the backseat of his car in the parking lot, but as tempting as the idea of letting him fuck zeke yeager out of your mind sounded, you couldn’t bring yourself to. the fact that today was supposed to be the day you got your dad’s best friend right where you wanted him, was enough to make you crave a nice shower and your warm bed. you couldn’t wait for this day to end.

when jean pulled up to your house, you parted ways with a quick kiss and a cheeky promise of tomorrow, before making your way into the house. it was already 3 a.m., so you were sure everybody was already asleep, as you quietly made your way inside.

“there you are. welcome back, pretty girl.”

at hearing zeke’s raspy voice out of nowhere, you flinched and let out an unvoluntary squeak. what was he doing here?

you brought your hand to your heart, feeling it hammer against your chest, your eyes snapping to the spot your dad’s best friend was sitting in, in the kitchen. “uncle zeke! you scared me, what are you still doing here?”

as you made your way into the kitchen, you finally noticed the empty tequila bottle on the table and your unconscious father, snoring on the coach in the living room, just a few feet away.

“mmm, wanted to make sure you come home safely after your dad passed out, so i waited for you”, he casually retorted while his grey eyes inspected you from head to toe. smeared lipstick, a light sheen of sweat on your skin and your dress hiked up dangerously high on your thighs.

feeling small under his calculating gaze, you once again looked at your sleeping dad and gestured towards the bottle. “guess you also had a wild party going on?”

“mh, your dad’s just a lightweight.”

the air inside the kitchen was heavy and suffocating. you knew something was wrong with the way zeke wouldn’t stop staring at you and only answered with short sentences, his usual playful chattiness nowhere to be seen.

trying to get rid of the awkwardness and your nervousness, you asked: “where- uh, where’s mom?”

“asleep”, was the short answer you got, making you even more uneasy than before. “oh, w-well. i’m gonna go and also hit the hay. thanks for staying up for me uncle zeke, good night.”

“stop.”

this one word made you halt in your tracks just as you were about to turn around, making you look questioningly back at him. what you didn’t expect however, was to see zeke yeager spread his thighs and pet one of them with a simple ‘sit down, angel.” somehow, the pet name sounded condescending as it left his lips, but that didn’t stop your pussy from clenching at the sight of him with his legs wide open, looking positively inviting like never before.

your gaze quickly flickered towards the unconscious figure in the armchair, but even that couldn’t stop you when uncle zeke was offering you to sit on his lap, like you dreamed of for so long.

your legs slowly took you towards the spot he was sitting in, only for him to pull you on one of his thighs as soon as you were in his reach. his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, while the other found its place on your thigh, your heartrate skyrocketing at the close proximity.

not really knowing what to do with your hands and where to look, you once again brought your gaze to your dad in the living room, having the perfect view of him from your position on zeke’s lap, your fingers interlocked in your own lap as to not touch him too much.

“how was the party?”, he questioned seemingly nonchalant, but his tone had a certain edge to it, that made you feel as if you were being scolded.

you chuckled nervously, keeping your eyes locked on your unconscious father, as you started uttering: “oh, uh… it was- “

only to have zeke’s palm grab your cheeks, squeezing them together in a pout, as he turned your head towards him, forcing you to focus your gaze on him.

“did you fuck him?”

zeke was watching your expression closely when he practically growled the question, taking note of how your eyes widened, your breath deepened, and your thighs automatically pressed together as the meaning of his imposing words settled in.

the jealousy could practically be grabbed as it rolled off the blond male in waves and you knew, that if you wanted your birthday wish to come true, you had to play the part of the innocent and unsuspecting little girl.

“wha-? no!”, you exclaimed supposedly offended and distraught that he would even ask such a thing, as best as you could with your lips pressed together in a pout by his large palm.

the man’s dark grey – were they always this dark? – eyes narrowed as you seamlessly pretended to not know what he was hinting at, but the way you immodestly battered your eyelashes at him, one hand finding it’s way onto the palm that was squeezing your plush thigh, showed him at you weren’t as oblivious as you feigned to be.

“no, huh?”, he chuckled darkly, his hand leaving your face to push you down onto your knees between his legs instead, “then you’re not against helping your dear uncle with a certain issue, or are you baby?”

stammering out a little confused ‘what?’, you quickly checked whether your dad was still asleep, only for yeager’s palm to return to its place on your cheeks, squeezing them once again as he yanked your head back towards him. “don’t act like a brainless, useless slut, angel. it really doesn’t suit you. you’re my smart little girl, aren’t you?”

the sickly-sweet tone he used worked like a charm on your praise-starved brain. you wanted to please him and be his good girl, no matter what it took.

looking up at him with big, wide eyes, a drop of drool fell from your pouty lips onto his jean-clad crotch when he tightened his hold on your cheeks as you nodded like an obedient little toy, making him smile proudly.

“that’s my girl. now,”, he declared, unbothered by the tiny wetness seeping into his pants, his veiny hands made quick work of his belt and zipper, “show me how much you want to help your uncle zeke.”

just the sight of him whipping out his hard cock out of the confinements of his jeans and boxers, was enough to make a small pool of wetness gush out of your cunt, not that it mattered anyway. your lacy panties were already long soaked just from sitting on his lap.

zeke’s cock was longer and definitely thicker than you could’ve ever imagined, bigger than any you’ve ever taken with a prominent vein running on the underside, the tip flushed in a pretty pink. the saliva collecting in your mouth at the prospect of having him down your throat soon made you swallow hard, while you waited for his next instructions, not wanting to disappoint him by acting impulsively.

seeing his best friends’ daughter so submissive and eager-to-please on her knees between his legs as said best friend laid, passed out, just a few feet away, made zeke’s cock twitch. he knew it was sick and wrong, but he has always been a weak man when it came to you.

“go ahead, sweetheart. make uncle zeke feel good.”

at his permission to go, you nearly lunched forward, your pretty lips coated in sticky lipgloss instantly wrapping around the sensitive tip of his dick, making him groan deeply somewhere in the back of his throat.

you alternated between swirling your tongue around his cockhead and slowly sucking, as zeke put a cigarette between his lips, lightning it. normally, you hated the foul smell of nicotine and complained numerous times about how much you hated smokers but… the sight of it dangling between his thick fingers, as his other hand lost itself inside your hair, guiding your head to bob up and down on his length, awakened something deep in you, that you didn’t even know existed.

it didn’t help that while every other person reeking of smoke repulsed you, the same scent clinging to zeke brought you a sense of comfort. the fact that he also looked hot as fuck doing it, certainly didn’t hurt.

above you, the tall man made sure to let his eyes wander to your father from time to time, mostly keeping them locked on your lewd expression and your full lips wrapped around his cock though. he knew that the man a few feet away was a heavy sleeper, especially when drunk, so he wasn’t afraid of letting you know just how pleased he was with you.

“that’s a good girl. doing so good for me, want me to cum down your throat, sweetheart?”

you mumbled a small ‘please’ around his cock, causing him to groan huskily as your vocal cords vibrated against his sensitive tip. knowing he was almost there, you hallowed your cheeks and tightened your throat, wanting him to lose himself in the inviting warmth of your mouth.

as soon as zeke felt himself teetering at the edge, he couldn’t stop himself from quickly putting out the cig in his hand and holding your head still with his large palms as he started frantically thrusting up in your mouth. having zeke use you to chase his own high made you clench around nothing as you gagged around his length, doing your best to try and keep your jaw slack just so you could hear the man praising you again.

at the feeling of you choking on his cock, zeke’s head fell back as he moaned hoarsely, the sound going straight to the fire in the pit of your stomach already forming just from sucking him off and hearing his erotic grunts.

on the next thrust inside your warm, wet mouth, zeke emptied himself in the back of your throat with a low growl of ‘good fucking girl’, making you whine around his dick. the blond pulled you off as you started coughing, instructing you to ‘swallow, angel.’ being the whipped, little toy you did as you were told, looking up at him as you licked the remaining cum of your spit covered lips.

zeke smirked at your sensual display, whilst he stood up, pulling you up to your feet, only to push you against the dinner table and impatiently smash his lips against yours.

you had half the mind to think about how he didn’t even seem to care that his sticky cum still lingered in your mouth as he kissed you before your brain completely shut down because you were making out with zeke yeager.

strong palms wandered up your thighs under your short dress, cupping your ass while the flimsy fabric rode up as a consequence of his wandering hands. the display of strength as he easily lifted you up on the hard surface behind you, made your head spin. everything this man was doing had you weak in the knees and if you weren’t already seated, you were convinced your legs would’ve given out underneath you.

as yeager made room for himself between your thighs, spreading them in the process, your arms found their place around his broad shoulders, pulling him down even closer towards you as you tasted the whiskey and smoke on his slightly chapped lips. you could hear his soft chuckle at the displeased whimper you let out when he removed himself from you, before tracing his thumb faintly over your clothed clit. just that slightest contact with your puffy bundle of nerves had your hips twitching up, your face heating up at the obvious display of his effect on you.

“aww, is my slutty little baby desperate for her favorite uncle?”, he asked in mock empathy, ripping your tights like it was nothing, before his eyes soaked up the sight of your baby pink lace panties completely ruined by your slick.

“i see you were ready for something to happen today. were you hoping the little boy from earlier would fuck you?”, he almost snarled the question, before adding: “or were you hoping for me, bunny? are these pretty panties just for me?”

as your core gushed out more of your juices at the pet name, you obediently shook your head at his accusation of you dressing up for jean, mewling out: “y-you, daddy. only you.”

zeke closed his eyes to compose himself when his cock twitched alive once again at the sweet melody of you calling him daddy. he knew this was the point of no return. he could’ve stopped this before, he was sure of that, but not anymore. not when you oh so sweetly called out for your daddy to take care of you.

in one swift motion, your panties were gone and thrown into a dark corner of the kitchen, the only light illuminating the space coming from the turned-on lamp in the foyer from when you came home. forcing you to recline back as zeke lifted your legs up on his muscular shoulders, you shuddered as his hot breath hit your drenched pussy.

after just one kitten lick to your core, you heard zeke’s pleased hum, mumbling something along the lines of ‘just as sweet as you, bunny’, but you couldn’t tell for sure because the very next second he was diving tongue first into you, sucking, licking, and slurping like it’s his last meal. the moan that left you at his intense ministrations was downright pornographic and you could only clench around nothing as his large palm came up to silence you.

“as much as i’d love to listen to your cries, sweet thing, gonna wake your parents up if you keep at it”, he muttered against your sensitive clit, the vibrations only making you mewl against his hand.

your hands tried to find purchase somewhere, the hard surface of the table, your plush thighs, before your nails finally got a grasp of his blond locks, using the leverage as an advantage to push his face even further into your slick cunt.

the obscene, wet sounds that echoed in the room were making your face heat up, but the embarrassment didn’t stop you from grinding desperately against his tongue, his thick beard rubbing painfully but oh so deliciously against the delicate skin of your inner thighs.

when you felt two of his thick fingers probe at your entrance before pushing in, instantly hitting that one spot inside you, you threw your head back as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, thighs trembling against his head as you reached your peak around his digits. your back arched off the wooden table, thighs snugly pressing against the sides of his head, almost suffocating him in the process, while you moaned a long, high-pitched ‘daddy’ against his palm.

zeke yeager could proudly say that he’s had his fair share of women, but the sight of you, succumbing to the pleasure he was providing you with, was by far the most erotic he had the privilege of witnessing. the mix of your cross-eyed expression, your sloppy cunt clenching impossibly around his thick fingers and your body twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm, only fueled his desire to see you go dumb on his fat cock.

a hard slap against the fat of your right thigh caused you to squeal, your legs sliding down from his shoulders, completely limp from all the spent energy. zeke leaned down, once again capturing your lips in a heated make out. his warm tongue still had the distinct taste of your release on it as it slipped between your lips, his full beard soaked in your juices scratching against your cheeks and chin, but you certainly didn’t mind as long as you could have him between your legs, mouths interlocked.

“wanna see your cute lil’ ass while i wreck you, bunny. can you turn around for daddy?”, he questioned, voice raspy, but he didn’t actually wait for an answer, grabbing your hips in a bruising grip and flipping you over on your stomach, ass pressed up against his crotch already. not being able to control yourself at another clear display that his muscles weren’t just for show, your hips automatically grinded back against his painfully hard cock.

another strong blow was delivered, this time to your bouncy behind, your small mewl echoing in the large space. “slutty, desperate whores aren’t appreciated here, bunny. thought you were daddy’s good, little girl? guess daddy was wrong about you”, zeke sighed in faux disappointment, knowing you would do anything for him to keep praising you.

“n-no! am your good, little girl! ‘m sorry, daddy, please don’t leave”, you practically sobbed out, to drunk on his touch to realize the manipulative undertone in his phrasing.

smirking victoriously, the blond tenderly smoothed his huge palm, with his fingers covered in your already dried up essences, over your ass check, his fat tip nudging against your soaked entrance, whilst he shh-ed you, promising that he’s ‘not gonna leave you bunny, ‘m all yours.’

at the promise of him belonging to you, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, just as yeager decided to push his aching dick into your tight pussy. at the first bump against your gummy walls, you both knew no one would ever be able to compare. it was a tight fit as he continued to push past the resistance of your cunt, hissing at the continuous contractions around his sensitive cock. no way in hell, he thought to himself as he already had to hold himself back from cumming as if he were some virgin all over again.

when he finally bottomed out, his patience was close to non-existent, so without waiting for you to adjust, he started thrusting in you like a mad man. your hands flew out to grab the other edge of the wooden surface to have some kind of support, as his powerful thrusts made the whole table shake and drag across the tiled floor.

“’s too much, daddy! slow down!”, you wailed, knowing full well that this was exactly what you waited for all this time. the dark chuckle that left his panting and grunting mouth told you that he was also very aware of the fact that you didn’t actually want him to slow down, so the only reaction you got, besides his acknowledging chuckle, were his thrusts picking up in speed.

after another strong hit to your jiggling ass and a groan that sounded suspiciously like ‘such a perfect ass’, zeke leaned over you, completely covering you with his large frame. his hand found its way to your front, giving your tits a quick squeeze through your dress, before continuing its journey up, finally settling around your neck.

as it constricted around your neck, thick fingers expertly pressing against the pressure points, restricting the air flow oh so deliciously, your spit-covered lips fell open in a silent ‘o’, the act lurching you impossibly closer to your orgasm. at this point, the only coherent words you were able to formulate were ‘yes’, ‘daddy’ and ‘please’, causing the tall man’s chest to fill with pride at your dumbed out state.

“my cute, submissive, little bunny. have i fucked you stupid with my cock?”, he teased, only to get his confirmation by the lack of response on your side, too far gone to process that he asked a question.

the rhythmic clenching of your warm core reminded him that his dick was practically begging him to let it stuff you full of his sticky cum, so as his grip on your throat and hip tightened even more, he let his carnal desires take over as he rutted impossibly faster inside you.

every thrust caused his fat tip to poke harshly against your cervix, the feeling of pain only fueling your pleasure, as you silently took all your favorite uncle was giving you. somewhere in the back of your mind the thought of your father sleeping just in the next room flew around, but it quickly got fucked back out by zeke’s fat cock.

at the next rough plunge inside your warm walls and the low growl of ‘cum on daddy’s fucking cock, bunny’ directly beside your ear, you came undone with a loud moan of his name. you were pretty sure the force of your orgasm made you blackout for a second, because the next time you came to your senses, zeke was shooting his load inside your inviting cunt directly at your cervix, your name leaving his lips like a prayer.

you were exhausted. your whole body shook and twitched, your stomach hurt from being pressed against the edge of the dinner table for so long, sweat dripping down on the surface from your face and neck.

suddenly the room was way too quiet, safe for the heavy breathing and your occasional whimpers. slowly, zeke pulled out, only to spread your cheeks apart to take a good luck at your abused pussy pushing out his white cum. it slowly trickled down your legs, mixing with your leaked juices on the tiles beneath your feet.

not having the energy to move, you let the blond male pull down your dress back over your ass, listening to the rustle of fabric and belt clicking as he got dressed again. just as he gently helped you stand-up again, you could hear a yawn coming from the doorway that led to the living room.

“what’re you both doing?”, your half-awake father asked as he made his way through the kitchen past you to get to the foyer. your nails dug into zeke’s muscular forearms as the panic of getting caught formed in the pit of your stomach, only to hear the older man murmur a casual, seemingly sleepy ‘she just got home, gonna go sleep now’, as though he wasn’t blowing out your back just a few minutes prior.

with an unsuspecting ‘’aight, night you two’, your dad disappeared in the shared bedroom with your sleeping mother.

“fuck”, you breathed out, stressed at almost being caught and your legs buckling, only for zeke’s strong arms to hold you up right.

“hey, look at me, angel”, the male softly demanded, gaze tender as your eyes met his. “i’ll bring you to bed and clean up here, okay? don’t worry about a thing.”

a sleepy, but happy smile stretched itself across your lips at him caring for you so deeply.

“open your mouth, sweetheart.”

without second-guessing the request, you obediently opened your mouth, only to feel his saliva hit your outstretched tongue. the taste made you mewl needily as you realized what it all meant. you were his and he was yours.

zeke chuckled, amused by your blissed out expression, before pecking your lips, picking you up and caring you to your room with you mumbling a satisfied ‘best birthday ever’ against his neck.

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young-dumb-and-vaccinated · 3 years ago

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Omg can I please get a hannibal x a shy girl reader ? Like he’s really possessive of her and she doesn’t know how to handle it but she likes him so they date??

Sorry this took so long, anon. I’ve been bouncing ideas around and this one in particular, I believe, fits your request. Y/n feels out of place among Hannibal’s fancy friends and it becomes even more obvious when he abandons her at a party.

Trigger warnings: social anxiety, sexual harassment, overstimulation

You and Hannibal had an agreement about large gatherings. He could only bring you to a party if you had a week's notice and at least three uninterrupted hours of gaming time prior to the event.

For this event, you needed a solid six.

One of the major Maryland universities was awarding a lucrative research grant to a student of clinical psychology, and every influential name in the industry was expected to be there. As a recent college grad with a bachelor's in business you didn't know what to do with, you couldn't imagine a less welcoming environment if you tried. You couldn't fit into their world and more importantly, you didn't want to. But the thought of being noticeably different in any situation was twice as terrifying. So you spent the whole week repeating your mantra; blend in, be quiet and make it through the night.

But Hannibal had different plans for you.

Halfway through the week, just when you'd pushed the party out of your mind, Hannibal presented you with a gift.

"What's the occasion?" You asked. You hoped that if you pretended not to know, it would just magically go away.

"I brought you something to wear on Friday." Hannibal answered, hanging the garment bag up on the bureau. "You know I'll take any excuse to dress you up."

He unzipped the bag and placed a black silk dress into your arms. "Try it on so I have time to get it altered if it needs it."

The material was cool to the touch and outlined your figure so perfectly, you felt even a little naked. Hannibal, of course, loved this. You were his own personal Venus de Milo. His goddess and his muse.

“Yes, that will do nicely.” He observed, looking at you hungrily.

“Seems a little short for a such a sophisticated event, doesn’t it?” You raised an eyebrow. The answer was yes and he knew it. He was very deliberate in everything he did. “I don’t want to come off the wrong way.”

“And what way would that be, darling?” He asked, not taking his eyes off your figure.

“I mean--” You searched for the right words. “It’s a gathering of the Mid-Atlantic’s most esteemed academics, I feel like, in a dress like this, I might be seen as, well, a...”

“A prostitute?” Hannibal finished, choosing a much nicer word than you would have.

You looked down. “Yeah. It just doesn’t seem all that appropriate.”

Hannibal approached you and lifted your chin slightly to look into his eyes. “Many Christian denominations believe that Mary Magdalene was a prostitute, yet she was Christ’s right-hand woman. She was first to see him crucified and first to witness his resurrection.”

“Dr. Lecter,” You smirked. “I never would have taken you for a religious man.”

“Goodness, no.” He shook his head. “But any reputable academic is expected to be familiar with biblical literature and its many contradictions and impossibilities.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“You are my divine feminine, Miss [L/N].” Hannibal said in a low whisper. “And I want everyone to see it. If they see a common whore, it would only be a reflection of their own jealousy.”

Hannibal's rationalization almost made you forget about your fear of being noticed. Almost. It all came rushing back when you arrived at the event. Not one person your age was in attendance. The women wore long, flowing evening gowns that reached the floor. The length of your skirt alone guaranteed that all eyes were on you. In a simple black silk dress, you looked the very model of high society. Silk was a sign of luxury, and Hannibal wanted everyone to know that you were a woman of means. His woman, to be precise. That was why he brought you to these functions in the first place. To put you in a dress short enough for any wandering eyes so see the smattering of love bites running up your inner thighs. He wanted everyone in his field to know that you were completely and entirely his.

You realized too late that this was all his little exercise in showing you off.

Everyone seemed to know him. He only knew a handful of people by name, and you didn't know anyone.

"And who is this delightful young woman?" A woman with a light southern twang in her voice asked, looking at you as if you were a caged animal on display.

"I wasn't aware you had a daughter, Dr. Lecter." The young man beside her laughed. "Or is she your side piece?"

Your eyes scanned the room for the nearest exit. It would be unbecoming to make a scene, so you plotted a way to slip out quietly.

“Darling, meet Dr. Charlotte Ramset and her TA, David.” Hannibal introduced, notably ignoring the young man. “Dr. Ramset, this is my intended, [F/N] [L/N].”

"I didn't realize she was also a ventriloquist!" The lady, presumably Dr. Ramset, joked. You'd heard that one a million times. She looked at you. "Tell me about yourself, sweetie. What are you studying?"

The lady was old enough to be your grandmother and reeked of too much perfume.

"I graduated last year." You said, quietly. "With a BA in business."

"See, there's a good woman." David added. "Only speaks when spoken to. They don't make ’em like you anymore, baby."

Hannibal tightened his grip on your hand. "On the contrary, David. See, Miss [L/N] is quite a bit like myself. She only dignifies those she deems worthy with a response. There's nothing wrong with being selective."

The lady laughed at David's expense and smiled at you. "Good for you."

You smiled back just a little, not ready to bring your guard down yet. "I've had to deal with more than enough. It's best not to engage."

"Oh, I know, I know." The lady said, shaking her head. "That's how it is for us educated gals. Always having to put up with pigs. See, I went to college in the sixties, so I can tell you some real stories."

This was a new experience. Talking to Hannibal's friends and having them listen to you was something you never considered possible. Now, you were one of the educated gals. You were just about to strike up a conversation with this woman, when the man next to her decided someone desperately needed to play devil’s advocate.

“I find that sexist, actually.” He cut in. “Not all men are pigs.”

The silence following his comment was deafening and you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Whatever progress Hannibal and Dr. Ramset made breaking down your defenses was completely reversed and you were ready to retreat.

Dr. Ramset took a long sip of wine and adjusted her shawl. “David, none of us said anything about men, you drew that conclusion yourself.”

“I mean, look at you.” David gestured to your dress. You knew exactly where this was going and you wished you could just disappear. “You’re basically asking for it.”

Dr. Ramset glared at him. “David, that’s enough.”

“I’m just stating facts.” David crossed his arms. “If you dress like a slut, what do you expect?”

Dr. Ramset and Hannibal seemed to have an entire conversation through prolonged eye contact before one of them broke the silence.

"Charlotte, I hate to have to excuse myself so soon, but the president of the university is expecting me." Hannibal said, dropping your hand. Your heart hit the floor when you realized that he would be throwing you to the wolves.

"Of course, Dr. Lecter." She nodded. "Duty calls."

"I trust you'll keep an eye on my beloved [F/N] in my absence?" His voice hardened. The severity in his tone frightened you.

Dr. Ramset didn't seem disturbed or even surprised in the slightest by his gently threatening demand. "Of course."

"Thank you. And [F/N]?" He said, pressing his lips to the back of your hand. "I won't be going far. Please, try to have fun."

You tried not to look affronted, but you were going to have a long talk with Hannibal when you got home.

"I'm just saying what everyone is thinking." David continued, his inability to take a hint positively astounding. "Why don't you respect yourself enough to cover up, [F/N]? You have a boyfriend!"

Your eyes scrolled across the room looking for any sign of Hannibal, but he was gone. Dr. Ramset finished her wine and stared at her TA with the resigned disgust of a death row jailer.

"Any other thoughts?" She said, snatching a fresh glass of wine. You looked at her with a clear expression of discomfort.

"Come on, do you see any other woman in the room dressed so provocatively?" David's voice broke mid-sentence. "No. Because they're educated enough to know that real men don't care about their bodies."

The hotel clerk approached the group. "Mr. Hosmer, there's a call for you."

David narrowed his eyes. "Uh, what?"

"Someone is on the phone asking for you." The clerk repeated. "Says it's an emergency."

David shrugged. "Fine."

Just when you thought you would be rid of him, at least for a moment, he planted his hands on your hips in attempt to "get by" you. His touch was like that of an insect crawling across your skin; unexpected, filthy and leaving you squeamish.

"I'm so sorry about that." Dr. Ramset's words echoed in your ears, but you didn't really hear them. You were too focused on grounding yourself to process what she was saying.

“Dr. Ramset?” You said, quietly. “Which one is the president of the university?”

She glanced at a tall woman in a dark blue suit, surrounded by equally important looking businesspeople. You followed her eyes. “That’s Dr. Mary Hosmer.”

Your ounce of righteous fury was squelched in two seconds when the reality of having to talk to someone, especially someone of stature, set in. You looked sheepishly back at Dr. Ramset.

“Could you please ask her where Hannibal went?” You whispered. “I’d really like him to take me home now.”

Her face turned sympathetic. “Of course, [F/N]. Stay right there.”

You nodded. “Thank you.”

Dr. Ramset crossed the floor and politely greeted the president. You took a few slow, calculated steps closer, just to get in earshot.

“Pardon me, but, have you seen Dr. Hannibal Lecter?” Dr. Ramset said, casually.

“I wasn’t aware Hannibal had even arrived yet.” The president answered. “I haven’t seen him.”

Your eyes widened. You fought the urge to freeze, but you had to move back before Dr. Ramset knew you’d been eavesdropping. You heard everything you needed and rushed back to where she’d left you.

“Dr. Hosmer said he stepped out.” She told you upon her return. “He should be back soon.”

You tried not to show that you knew she was lying. “...oh.”

“Would you like me to stay with you until he comes back?”

You knew you were completely on your own. You didn’t know what was going on, but you had an inkling that it had to do with the president and David sharing a last name. All you knew for certain was that you couldn’t trust anybody.

“Don’t bother.” You shook your head. You took off for the door, but Dr. Ramset grabbed your wrist.

“I’m sorry, [F/N].” Her voice dropped to a low whisper. She didn’t look mad, but afraid. “But Dr. Lecter told me to stay with you. Please. Don’t make this harder for me.”

You recalled how seriously threatening Hannibal’s request was. She wasn’t answering to the president of the university. She was answering to Hannibal. You didn’t know whether to be scared or relieved.

“Right.” You conceded, stepping back in. “I’m sorry.”

The actual award ceremony was much longer than it needed to be, and it dragged on even longer knowing there was no reason for you to be there. Other than that, you awkwardly followed Dr. Ramset around the party like a lost puppy the whole time. You were back to your original plan: blend in, be quiet and make it through the night.

Just when you thought the party would never end, someone tapped you on the arm. You turned around, hoping with every fiber of your being that it was Hannibal, but it wasn’t. A tall woman in a dark blue suit stared back at you.

“I’m sorry to bother you, miss.” She said, apologetically. “But have you seen my son? I saw him talking to you and Dr. Charlotte earlier, perhaps he told you where he was going?”

You’d pushed that man completely out of your mind. You shook your head. “He left to take a phone call and I haven’t seen him since.”

A hand found your shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Dr. Hosmer, but I believe I saw the boy on his phone out in the lobby.”

“Dr. Lecter!” The president’s eyes widened. “How nice of you to finally join us.”

“...Yes, I believe he left right after making unwarranted comments towards my intended here.” Hannibal ran his hand down your arm lovingly.

“Well, boys will be boys.” The president chuckled. “Maybe you should teach your girlfriend not to wear such revealing clothes.”

Hannibal smiled and pulled you in protectively. “Whatever the case, I hope you find him very soon.”

Her phone chimed in her back pocket. “Oh, that’s him right now.”

“Wonderful.” Hannibal said. “[F/N] and I will be taking our leave.”

He hurried you towards the door, his hand tight around yours. A blood-curdling scream came from behind you. You looked back for just a moment and found the president hollering in pain and falling to her knees.

“Let’s go, darling.” Hannibal tugged at your arm. “They don’t deserve your presence.”

“Hannibal, I swear.” You said, once you were in the safety of the car. “If you killed every man who looked at me like a piece of meat, sooner or later, there won’t be any men left.”

Hannibal smirked and reached for his seatbelt. “Wonderful.”

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Wanda x Reader - The one and only

Gif is not mine, another day falling in love with her.

Summary: You have always loved Wanda in secret. When Vision dies, she loves you back. But you are also the one who can bring him back. Prompt from @stay-casual

Warnings: Fluff, angst, death, insinuation and brief mention of smut (no sex though)

Words: 13.036k // Read on AO3 too

Marks: @mionemymind @abimess

Notes: Hope everyone like this, let me know if you don’t. Sorry for any typos.

//-//

You loved someone who was not meant for you.

It was a bitter truth you had to accept.

Being an enhanced human, a Hydra experiment, and having spent years under physical and psychological torture by Nazi doctors, pain was not exactly something you were unaware of. You got used to it. You were always down to earth anyway, accepting things as they were.

When you joined the Avengers, you just hoped to help those in need, figuring your days of emotional stress were over.

But then you met Wanda Maximoff.

She was something you didn't understand in the first instant. When she tried to get inside your head, fighting as your enemy, you resisted and almost broke her neck. You saw fear in her eyes, and realized in that second that you would never again try anything that would hurt her. When her brother fought you, and you saw her worried expression, you surrendered. Steve and Tony scolded you for letting them get away, but you just tried to understand why your heart was racing when the witch looked at you before she escaped.

You fail to save Pietro however, and had to watch Wanda collapse. Never, even after so many battles, you felt so helpless.

But you did everything in your power to be there for Wanda. S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't want to allow it, but you used all the favors they owed you to get Pietro's body not treated as an experiment, but as a civilian. And then you organized the whole memorial service. You didn't speak to Tony for two weeks, because he simply wasn't interested in the matter and you wanted to punch him in the face every time you remembered.

The ceremony was simple and small, and while Wanda was finishing paying her respects alone, you took the dirty dishes into the kitchen. Natasha was sitting at the counter and nodded slightly when you entered.

"You care about her." She said after a moment. You continued to wash the dishes, without sketching any reaction.

"Yes."

"No denying it?" she teases, but you remain impassive.

"I have no reason to lie to you, Natasha." You say with a smile. "We are friends, I trust you."

"Are you complimenting me to make me feel guilty for teasing you?"

"Maybe." You say laughing lightly, and Nat smiles.

"Something's bothering you." She says after a moment. You sigh, finished washing the glasses to turn around. You cross your arms and lean your back on the sink.

"If I hadn't organized everything, you would all treat Pietro like an experiment." You say seriously and Nat looks away. "I guess I was just disappointed in the way you all acted about it. Pietro was our teammate, and he sacrificed himself for Clint. If I didn't say or do anything, he'd be in a lab right now."

"You're right." Nat says next, holding your gaze. "But I don't know what to say. Everything has settled down now, and honestly most of us wouldn't have the power to get his body back."

You let out an impatient sigh.

"Right, Natasha." You interrupt and she blinks at your serious posture, but you just have an almost disappointed look on your face. "I should have known that you guys pick the fights you're going to fight. I just hoped that all members of the team would have the same importance."

"Y/N..."

But you just give her a sad smile, and turn around, leaving the kitchen. When you walked back to Pietro's grave area, you noticed that Wanda was kneeling on the ground, leaving some flowers. Vision was beside her, and when she stood up, she allowed him to hug her. Swallowing the bitter feeling in your stomach, you forced yourself to think that you were glad that he was there for her.

//-//

It doesn't take long for you to realize that you are in love with Wanda. It's not in your place to confess it, though.

She is your friend, and your teammate. And more importantly, she is in a relationship with Vision. You were never the jealous type, because you were never possessive, and honestly, you just hoped that Wanda would be happy. And if Vision was responsible for that, that was enough for you.

When Steve and Tony start fighting, and the team splits up, there is not the slightest possibility that you will stand up to Wanda. So you throw your weapons on the ground, and Tony looks at you incredulously.

"Have you lost your mind?" He asks.

"I'm not going to fight with my friends." You say simply turning your back on him as you walk to the other side of the parking lot.

"She really changed sides in the middle of the fight?" You hear the boy dressed in red ask impressed. But you don't care.

"If the deal divides us, there's something wrong with it" You tell Steve when he accepts you as an ally. He smiles and then you are helping him, not fighting any of your companions, just deflecting blows and preventing them from hurting you.

Natasha lands a punch to your face, and your natural instinct is to knock her down. Before you can apologize, she assumes a provocative expression.

"Too bad I wasn't Wanda." She sneers and you roll your eyes, assuming a defensive stance as she stands up.

"I don't want to fight you, Tasha" You say as you defend the blows. "Please, this isn't right."

"You don't just want to stand against your girlfriend." She taunts almost hitting a blow to your face, but you hold her leg up in the air.

"Why are you insisting on this?"

She releases herself from your grip, and you return to defending her attempts to punch you.

"I just don't think it's fair."

"What are you talking about?"

"You should tell her. Wanda should know." She explains and then you hold her fist closed, preventing her from hitting you. She tries with her other hand, but you stop her again, restraining her. Your faces are close together.

"No." You say seriously as she tries to break your grip. "She doesn't need to know."

"You deserve to be happy too." She says before breaking free by hooking her legs around your waist. You loosen her wrists to avoid being knocked over as you struggle.

"Tell her" Nat ordered again and you let out a sigh, knocking her to the floor and falling on top.

"She has already found her soulmate" You reply with a sad smile, immobilizing Natasha "Now please stop fighting".

Nat hits you in the ribs, and you let out a grunt of pain. She manages to immobilize you next.

"You are unbelievable." She comments with a slight smile, and then she lets you go. "Always making me make the worst choices, darling."

You laugh in surprise when Nat helps you up. You think Tony is complaining that it is not fair that people switch sides in the middle of the fight, but you are not listening. You watch Vision and Wanda interact from some distance away. And then you are helping Steve to the plane.

//-//

The fight is over and you are laughing, but not with happiness.

The government wants to arrest anyone who didn't escape from the parking lot, and they are coming. So you are holding Tony Stark by the neck.

"No one is going to touch her." You warn him, and there is only fear and surprise in the man's eyes, "How can you treat your friends like that?"

You saved James Rhodes' life during the fight, and so this is what you use against Tony.

He laughs when you put him down.

"What exactly are you asking me for?"

"Time."

"You made that choice when you chose your side."

"That's too easy for you to say, isn't it, Tony?" you retort with irony. "If you take off the armor, you are no longer Iron Man, and the deal doesn't affect you. We don't all have that choice."

Tony looks at you with annoyance. And then he puts his hand to his ear.

"They've gone north." He warns the agents over the communicator. You look at him one last moment before turning, running back outside.

"Vision, let her go." You warn the man and he looks at you in surprise, probably trying to understand why Tony let you go.

"I don't understand."

"They're up north, Vision." Tony says appearing at his side. "We couldn't reach the fugitives in time. Our colleagues have fled north."

Vision gives Tony one last look before letting go of Wanda's arm.

As Wanda walks over to you, you signal to your the rest of the captain's team that you have also been contained. You find the Ant-Man is injured.

"They also stole the transport vehicle in warehouse 23, the keys were in the cabin." Vision says next and you exchange a look with him, thanking him. And then you run.

//-//

Being an out-of-state fugitive is quite stressful, but you get used to it.

There are no fixed locations, or very long term accommodations, but you try to stay positive about the whole thing.

You all can't stay together, so you have a cell phone that connects to Steve's and Sam's. You stayed in the same hotel room as Wanda for three weeks, then Vision contacted her.

They were trying, and then you let her try it alone. Natasha agreed to run away with you, and you made sure to check on Wanda every week, but she was always fine.

T'Challa agrees to let you stay in Wakanda for a while after the government almost captures you.

Your powers are difficult to control after the agents hit you with a strange weapon, and the people of Wakanda seem to be the only ones able to help you.

You don't like to owe favors, but you think they are good people.

Bucky is free when you meet him. You become close again, and it is good to see him rest.

It is Shuri who discovers where your abilities come from, and you finally understand why you have always felt connected to Wanda and Vision. Your energy came from one of the jewels, as did their power. You don't know how Hydra got access to this, and you don't understand why Thor doesn't tell you all the things humans don't understand, but you realize that these mystical stones are too dangerous.

You talk to Shuri, and then to the council and the king of Wakanda. They all agree that no human should have access to such power. You help her build a machine that can separate the stone and Vision's body.

"How do we destroy it?" you ask her as you are putting the finishing touches on the equipment.

"Maybe you can." She says and you deny it with your head.

"No, I don't think I can." You say. "But maybe Wanda can. It's her thing, and it's her stone too."

Shuri nods and you get back to work.

Unfortunately, events move faster than you do.

//-//

There is an army controlled by a purple man.

That is the only information Steve gives you through the communicator. You hugged Wanda tight when she arrived in Wakanda, and she was happy to see you, but she also seemed upset. You knew it was because of Vision.

"Hey buddy, it's going to be okay." You told him with a smile as you helped him climb into the machine you built.

"Thanks, Y/N" Vision said to you.

You didn't stop fighting for the next few hours.

There was a moment, on the battlefield, that you felt something in the pit of your stomach. When you destroyed your opponent, your hands and eyes were glowing even after you stopped throwing your power. Your stone was here.

You knew something was wrong, so you ran to where you were being pulled.

Some opponents tried to hold you back, but you defeated them easily, feeling much stronger than you ever had.

"No!" you exclaimed angrily as you launched your energy at the creature that was supposed to be Thanos, preventing him from reaching Wanda. He used the golden gauntlet to hold his power, but you kept him busy long enough for her to destroy Vision's stone, an energy field pushing you away when she did. You fell to your knees afterwards, exhausted from having held out against your own stone for so long.

Thanos slowly walked over to the redhead, and you struggled to move toward her.

"I understand, child. Better than anyone." He said and you choked, fearing that he was going to hurt her.

"You could never." She replied angrily still on the floor.

"Today I lost more than you could ever imagine".

"Leave her alone" You muttered stumbling toward her. You are feeling a sharp pain all over your body, but managed to stand. Thanos smiled at you wryly.

You raise your fist toward him, but he just raises his golden gauntlet.

"I felt you." He with a wry smile. "In my hand"

"You will feel my fist on your face in a second." You retorted angrily and he laughed. You are almost reaching for him, but you frown when you notice the green glow on his gauntlet. The time stone.

"One second is all I need."

You blink, and you're not there anymore. You are halfway again. And then you understand what he has done. When you run back to where Wanda was, a golden light throws you away. This time, it wasn't Wanda who destroyed the stone.

"No. No" you repeat to yourself as you run back, your body no longer aching like before, and you stumble among the trees.

You were going to attack Thanos as soon as you saw him, but Thor hit him first. Then you were running to Wanda, kneeling beside her.

"He's gone." She cried beside Vision's body. You couldn't feel his stone anymore, and your own face was wet with your tears.

You placed your hand on top of Wanda's next, and looked forward. Thor had struck Thanos in the chest and was saying something to him.

Then you gasped in surprise as the titan raised his fist.

"No!" you exclaimed getting up, but he snapped his fingers. You launched a wave of energy at him, but he used his gauntlet to defend himself. "What have you done?" you shouted rushing to reach the fallen titan.

"The necessary thing." He whispered before using his last breath of energy to teleport away.

You turned to Thor at the same instant, but he is not looking at you, but at Steve.

"Steve?" A male voice calls out, and you watch Bucky walk toward you all. But he turns to dust midway.

"W-what?" you whisper breathlessly, taking a step forward. Steve kneels on the ground in the same place your friend was and looks at Thor in confusion.

You look at Wanda immediately and feel your heart soar when you notice that the same thing is happening to her.

"Wanda?" You cry running to her, but by the time you arrive, she is gone. There is only Vision's body.

You can't feel either of them anymore.

//-//

The world is in complete chaos during the blip. There is no more S.H.I.E.L.D, and many other deals. And then there's a company that wants to take Vision's body away, and you destroy their trucks, and Steve has to calm you down for twenty minutes.

"No one is going to touch him." You say only as you release yourself from Steve's grip, and ignore the startled looks from the agents of S.W.O.R.D. You kick them out of the Avengers compound, and say that Tony Stark may be dead, but they had no jurisdiction there. If they had a problem with that, they could fight you.

It took 23 days for Tony Stark to come home. You hug him first when he gets off the plane. And you are impressed that it barely takes two hours for him to start talking shit.

"I told you guys we needed armor around the world..."

"And here we go again." You mumble impatiently as you take the focus away from the discussion to the tablet in your hand.

You are startled when Tony collapses to the ground, and the team moves to rescue him. You don't worry, because you feel he is fine.

"Tony always has to make a scene." You comment to yourself shaking your head slightly. "Hey, you," You call out to the metal girl you don't know while the other avengers are out of the room, "help me find your dad."

//-//

The team is trying to locate Thanos by analyzing planets that fit Nebula's description. You feel a sharp twinge in the back of your neck and then you are getting up towards the scanning equipment.

"Y/N, what is it?" Steve asks worriedly as he notices her movement.

"I found him." You say a moment later.

The team is impressed, but you swallow dryly.

"I felt my stone." You explain to them. "And then I didn't feel anything else. We need to go to him."

The Avengers exchanged worried looks, fearing what you were implying.

Soon you were all on a spaceship, heading for an unknown planet.

When Thanos confirmed your suspicions, the stones were destroyed, you sobbed.

"Wanda. She..." You said breathlessly turning to leave the cabin. You sat on the ground, trying to normalize your breathing. She's gone. Your friends are gone forever.

//-//

Your way of experiencing grief is unconventional.

You try to balance managing the chaos that the world has become while splitting chores with Natasha, and going to a few community therapy sessions. Steve is acting strange, but you make sure he eats properly.

There are no tears. You feel that if you start crying you won't stop, so you just work. And you help those who need it. And you have movie nights with Natasha, and you try to remember things that are worth living for.

There is a secret project too, something that is not progressing, but that you don't give up on. The machine you created with Shuri in Wakanda was destroyed in battle. With the world in complete chaos, you didn't have enough time to put it back together, especially with the current state of Wakanda. But you kept the projects going. Part of you didn't know if your lack of absolute dedication was because you believed Vision wouldn't want to live without Wanda. You wouldn't and you didn’t.

So there is this side project, to rebuild the machine and try to restore Vision, but it falls by the wayside after a few months. You keep the papers in a safe in your room, and start accepting more missions.

Tony has given up the hero's life, just as you always said he could do. You are not angry with him, though. And you visit him not so regularly, and agree when Pepper says that Morgan is the cutest kid in the world.

Steve becomes a kind of group therapist, and you want to tell him he needs a degree, but Natasha pokes you in the rib, and you just nod as you listen to the story.

Clint is different too. Losing his family has completely messed him up, and he has become a vigilante of sorts. You find Natasha crying often after you discover that he has been murdering people, and you always hug her until she stops.

As time passes, your pain becomes numb, and your nightmares stop happening. You think it is because Natasha lets you sleep in her bed now.

//-//

Five goes by much faster than you realize.

You are somewhere in Georgia, investigating a lead on a possible terrorist group forming, when Nat calls you. Scott Lang was alive.

When you return to New York, you discover that you have to go back in time.

Your friends want to know if you know anything about how Hydra had your stone, but you have no memory of that time. And with no time, they decide to just follow the right date and place that Rocket provides. You accompany Nebula, because it might be helpful to get a feel for where your stone would be.

You hug Natasha before she leaves with Clint to get the soul stone.

"You're getting sentimental" She teases when you let go of her.

"I know" You retort with a smile. "Just be careful, Tasha."

"I'm usually the one who tells you that." She says in the same tone, squeezing your hand lightly before turning away.

When Nebula takes you and James to a place called the Temple of the Power Stone, you can barely breathe.

"I can feel it." You say to the two of you as you walk to the stone.

"How are we going to get it?" James asks as he looks at the repository where the stone is placed.

Nebula is sticking her hand in the protective flame next second and you let out an impressed hiss.

She hands the stone protector to you, and you nod in appreciation.

"Let's synchronize then." You say as you form a small circle.

"Wow, that always feels weird" You joke as you appear in the Avengers compound again, now on your time. But your smile dies when you look around, and can't find Nat. "Clint...where?"

He just denies it with his head, and you feel your heart soar. This can't be true, you think in desperation.

"No. Nat... She can't." You say breathlessly, falling to your knees. Steve is touching your shoulder next. But then you release yourself from his grip, rushing to get out, feeling yourself suffocating.

You end up on the pier of the complex, thick tears streaming down your face.

It doesn't take long for the team to catch up with you.

"What do we do now?" You hear Tony ask. Steve sits down on one of the empty benches.

Bruce, in his Hulk form, is further away and looks just as upset as you.

"Did she have a family?"

You let out a short laugh at Tony's question.

"She had us." You retort trying to control your tears.

"Why are you guys talking like she's not coming back?" Thor asked angrily. "We have the stones, we will bring her back."

"It can't be undone." Clint said next, nipping in the bud the shred of hope that had risen in your chest. You sobbed. "She sacrificed herself for the stone, her soul was the price." He says looking forward. He lets out a breathless sigh. "It should have been me."

"You bet it did." You retort bitterly as you get up and walk away. No one follows you this time.

You go directly back to Nat's room. And you stay there for two days. When you calm down, and decide to take a shower and try to eat something, on the way out of the bathroom, you stop in front of her closet.

She would hate for you to take her clothes without asking, but you are wearing one of her leather jackets anyway. Wanda used to steal them too, and you both used to joke that it was because Nat had a wonderful fashion sense.

Now you had lost your two friends, and you were alone. You tried to control your sobs. Her sacrifice had to be worth it. So you put on her clothes and went out into the living room.

//-//

The team was arguing when you came in. You just blinked in surprise when you noticed the iron gauntlet. Tony really did it.

You tried to argue that you could handle the gauntlet's power too, but Bruce insisted that since he was made of gamma ray in his Hulk form, that was what he was there for.

And then he snapped his fingers.

You looked at Clint in surprise when he took a call from Laura.

"Honey?" He whispered tearfully and you felt your heart soar. And then something exploded and you were creating a force field to save Clint from the rubble.

When you were finished falling among the remains of the completely destroyed Avengers compound, you checked to see if the archer was okay, sighing with relief when he opened his eyes.

"Stand up." You ordered helping him to stand. "We have to find the others."

"The gauntlet." He warns pointing to something among the stones that glowed in the dark a few feet away from you. Before you could walk towards the item, a noise caught your attention.

Clint aimed an arrow from the direction of the sound, and you choked as the space creatures moved in the dark.

"Go." You shouted to him before starting to attack the beings as he ran to reach the gauntlet and leave the place, you following him with some delay.

You almost died a couple of times though. And when you reached Clint again, there were two Nebula's with him, and a green girl.

"What's going on, people?" You asked confused, and then let out a surprised exclamation when you realized that one of the Nebula's had a gunshot mark on her chest.

"I'll explain on the way, we have to get out of here." Clint spoke pulling you through the halls.

"Wait, she killed her past self? Isn't that going to be a problem?" You exclaim as soon as Clint explains it to you and he shrugs his shoulders. "May I ask why you are green?" You say to the strange girl next to you and she looks at you reproachfully.

"Why aren't you?"

"Touché" You retort smiling, "I am Y/N."

"Gamora."

When you reach the battlefield, things are chaotic and you barely have time to notice your surroundings and you are already fighting again.

Your heart races when you realize that everyone is back. But you don't have time to talk to anyone now, as you are busy fighting.

A red glow catches your attention, however. Completely taking your attention is the right thing to say.

"Who's got the gauntlet?" You hear Steve ask over the team's communicator, but you don't wait for the answer; you're headed toward Wanda.

When you find her, she has the titan trapped in her magic. You choke with excitement at seeing her again, feeling your eyes water.

But then a loud explosion catches your attention. Thanos has activated the airstrike, and you are running toward Wanda, reaching her just before one of the missiles reaches you two.

"Whoa, hi!" She greets you in surprise as you roll on the ground together. A mixed force field between your and her magic surrounds you, protecting you two from the attacks. You let out an exclamation of happiness, raising your hand to her face, wanting to confirm that she was really there.

"God, it's really you." You gasp with emotion, letting your tears flow. Wanda probably doesn't understand what is happening, but she hugs you back as you bury your face in her neck.

This can't last long, though. You take one last look at her face before standing up, the force field still surrounding the two of you as you help her to her feet.

However, when you go to ask her how you could take down the ship, someone does it for you.

"Wow, that's cool" You comment with a smile watching Carol destroy the entire ship with one blow.

"I think you're drooling." Wanda scoffs lightly making you laugh awkwardly.

"Shut up."

And then you are fighting again.

You have the impression that you are losing. But then Thanos' army is turning to dust before your eyes and you are exchanging a confused look with Wanda.

"Tony snapped his fingers." Steve says into the comm and you choke in surprise. Then you are running halfway across an open field until you catch up with your friends.

Pepper is kissing her husband's cheek when you arrive.

"S-Steve, what?" - You ask and he just shakes his head, thick tears in his eyes.

You gasp and then there are arms around you. It takes a moment for you to hug Wanda back. And when Steve takes Tony's body, she holds your hand.

//-//

Your hands are shaking as you step out of the shower.

You are staying at Tony's house, as are some of the others, while the compound area is being restored and Pepper organizes the funeral.

The laundry on your bed is Natasha's last set of clothes, and you don't want to cry anymore, but your face is wet anyway.

You finish getting dressed, but remain sitting on the bed in the room you are sharing with Wanda. The redhead enters a moment later, but you don't look at her.

Wanda sighs slightly and sits down beside you.

"Do you also have the feeling that everything is a bad dream?" She starts after a moment, you blink in surprise feeling a bit distracted and forcing yourself to pay attention. "Like the pain is so overwhelming, it's easier to think it's all temporary. Because there' s not the slightest chance you can survive this for much longer."

"Yes. I feel exactly like that." You agree smiling faintly. "But that's grief. No matter how impossible it seems now, it gets better."

"How can you know that?"

"Because I already lost you once."

Wanda blinks in surprise and then looks straight ahead. You don't face her either.

"How was it?" she asks after a moment, almost in a whisper. Clearly not exactly sure whether to ask that or not. You let out a dry laugh, running your hand over your face to wipe away the tears.

"What kind of question is that?" you retort and Wanda lets out a sigh, apologizing, but you shake your head. "You know exactly how I felt Wanda. Because you lost Vision too."

Wanda swallows dryly, looking at you with a frown. You stand up, leaving no room for questions.

You leave the room next, it was better to try to eat something.

//-//

Steve Rogers is going back to the past. And he will stay there.

He confesses this to you on the eve of Tony's funeral, and you push him by the shoulders, before hugging him tightly. Bucky also cries when he tells him.

No one else must know, not yet. You go back into the room you share with Wanda and mask your tears. She probably thinks it's because of Nat, so she doesn't press you to talk.

When the ceremony takes place the next day, you entwine your arm with Steve's. You were about to lose the three leaders of the Avengers all at once, and it looked like your heart couldn't take it.

But Steve smiles, and squeezes your hand lightly, before going to talk to Potts. You walk to the edge of the lake at the cabin, joining Clint and Wanda.

"I wish there was a way to tell her." Says the man after a moment. You clench your jaw, knowing exactly who he is talking about. "Of telling her that we won."

"Natasha was sure we would make it." You say half hoarsely, trying to hold back the cry. "She trusted us. That's why she did what she did."

Clint nods slightly, not holding back the tears that were falling from his eyes.

"She knows." Wanda said next. "They both know."

Clint slung an arm around Wanda's shoulder and one around yours, embracing you both. You allowed yourself to cry some more.

//-//

There are no more Avengers. At least not for now.

The world is in complete chaos with everyone coming back after five years.

You don't want to think about how many responsibilities you will have to take on when you are a hero again, you just want to get some rest.

Your first stop is Vision's grave. The restoration of the complex took a few weeks, but Potts was kind enough to take care of everything.

You took Wanda there as soon as everything was ready.

"I know we haven't talked about this yet, but, I got it back." You tell her as you walk together to the spot Potts showed you on the map. "After Thanos activated the missiles, I worried that something had happened, but the restoration team was able to map everything out again." You counters by leading her around the place.

Wanda just listened to your words, saying nothing. She seemed surprised by everything.

You reached a small hill, where there were two small metal and rock tombstones. On the first gravestone you made a few years ago completely recovered by Potts' team and already with slightly rusty lettering, it read "Pietro Maximoff - Brother, Friend and Hero. You are loved beyond words and lost beyond measure." On the second, a newer metal, and with gold lettering, it read "Vision Maximoff - Friend, Lover and Hero. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die."

"I used to bring flowers, but..."

You fell silent as Wanda hugged you. You reciprocated the hug for a moment, until Wanda let go, smiling weakly at you before turning around, kneeling on the graves.

As she ran her fingers over the letters, you cleared your throat.

"I know you two weren't married, but since Vis didn't have a last name..."

"It's okay." She interrupted in a whiny voice. "Thank you."

She stood there for many minutes. You don't mind waiting. And when she allowed it, you hugged her again, wiping away her tears.

You returned to the compound just as the sun was setting.

//-//

You were going to help Wanda to have a proper grief.

She had the same quirks as you, unhealthy habits of disconnecting from reality.

You wouldn't want that for her. Vision wouldn't want that.

The day after you took her to Pietro and Vision's grave, you appeared in her room in the morning. A tray of breakfast in your hand.

"I don't want to get up." She grumbled against the pillows when you entered the room without knocking, opening the curtains.

"I know, but it's almost ten thirty and you need to eat something." You said, leaving the tray on the bedroom table.

The first day she resisted. But two weeks later, she was already on her feet when you came into the room. You always ate together, and you made a point of taking her for walks, and spending time doing the things she liked, for example watching old TV series together.

"Potts called me." You said as you two shared coffee. "She wants me to take over the compound."

Wanda let out a surprised exclamation and you laughed lightly.

"Yeah I know, it's a lot." You say. "But Tony left the command to Steve. And Steve left it to me."

"Are you sure you want this?" She asked looking at you. You shrug.

"It's not about wanting it, Wands," you say. "I am who I am after all. These powers are with me for a reason. Maybe I can use them to do something good."

Wanda nods slightly, looking at you in a way that makes you embarrassed.

"And what does the government think of all this?" She asks and you sigh, running your fingers through your hair.

"They want to control everything of course." You tell her. "Potts is trying to keep everything classified as private property, but after Thanos, that's pretty unlikely."

"I guess the treaty of Sokovia was inevitable after all." She then comments, and you grumble in agreement.

"I would like to enjoy the rest of my vacation, though" You say with a smile, making Wanda look at you.

"What do you want to do?"

"I'm torn between a quiet weekend at a spiritual retreat or getting completely drunk in Las Vegas."

Wanda laughs.

"Okay." She says smiling, "Let's do both then."

"Oh, you like both then?"

"Oh, yeah."

Wanda replies wryly, and you notice her cheeks flush slightly, suggesting that she understood your insinuation. You laugh, going back to eating.

//-//

Sam has been calling you for a few hours, and you left an automated message on the answering machine that says "I'm on vacation, if it's life or death, send a letter".

You are driving to Las Vegas now, humming a pop song on the radio with Wanda in the passenger seat.

"Now that you are Tony's heiress you will spend the money on gambling, I suppose" She teases making you laugh.

"I'm not Tony's heiress." You counter laughing.

"Oh, yes, sorry, Miss Avengers leader."

You laugh at the teasing, then turn up the volume. You and Wanda sing at the top of your lungs.

When you park in front of the first big casino you encounter, Wanda has a mischievous grin on her face.

"I bet I win more games than you do." She says stopping in front of you.

"Can we use our magic?" You ask in the same joking tone, and she nods. You let out an excited exclamation. "Game on."

//-//

You two are thrown out of the casino a few hours later.

You both laugh as you run away from the angry security guards and get into the car quickly, many small coins falling out of your pockets. You drive through town, until you find a bar that seems crowded.

"Ready for the second half of your vacation?" Wanda asks with amusement as you get out of the car, making you laugh. Parties aren't really your thing, but you had said you wanted to drink after all.

The girl at the door looks at your clothes with a judgmental eye, but you think Wanda may have used her powers to get you two into the club.

The atmosphere is extremely noisy and with lots of lights, but you are not bothered when you start drinking.

"I think this is the worst way to go through grief" You comment before you and Wanda pour a shot of vodka together.

She laughs lightly afterwards.

"It's fun though."

And then she is pulling you onto the dance floor. You are too drunk to care about the closeness. You laugh as you dance together.

As the nightclub is beginning to empty, you and Wanda stumble out, visually drunk.

"Where's the car, Wands?" You ask between giggles, Wanda shrugs her shoulders, leaning on you to be able to walk.

It takes many minutes for you to find the vehicle. And when you do, Wanda passes out in the back seat. You use the rest of your sobriety to throw a jacket over her body, before sitting down in the front seat and falling asleep.

The next morning you both have a very bad migraine, and decide to have breakfast at a dinner on the way back to the compound.

Sitting on opposite sides of the same table, you drink some orange juice while Wanda steals a piece of your pancakes. You don't mind.

"Where are we going to spend the last stage of your vacation?" She asks curiously, and you rest your face on your hand while propping your elbow on the table.

"I don't know." You say. "I don't think I know anywhere quiet."

Wanda stands thoughtfully for a moment.

"We could rent a cabin."

"I make minimum wage."

Wanda laughs rolling her eyes. But she becomes quiet next, her expression serious.

"I can split the bill with you."

You raise a curious eyebrow.

"May I ask where the money comes from? Please don't say drug dealing."

Wanda laughs, looking away.

"Shut up." She retorts the next moment. "So what, you'll take it?"

You look at her suspiciously. You weren't going to pressure her into telling you what she didn't want, wishing to give her privacy.

"All right, Wands."

Wanda smiles at you, raising her hand. You give a "Hi-Five" and the waitress looks at you curiously.

//-//

Maybe renting a cabin with the woman you've secretly loved for years wasn't your best idea, but you're handling things well.

You were only going to stay three days, and if you could disguise that you completely melted when Wanda touched you or how cute she looked when she woke up, you'd be fine.

The cabin had two rooms, which was the best thing for your sanity.

After you had finished unpacking, you decided to prepare something to eat.

"How do you know how to cook this?" Wanda asks in surprise as she joins you in the kitchen. "By the way, how do you have the ingredients to make it?"

"I bought it on the way, smarty pants" You replied with amusement, moving around the kitchen to prepare the Sokovian Stew. "And I've cooked it for you before, I don't understand the surprise."

Wanda laughed lightly, remembering.

"Sorry, you're right." She says leaning against the countertop as she watches you cook.

"Come here and see if the seasoning is good." You tell her a moment later as you are stirring the pots.

You raise the spoon toward Wanda, expecting her to take it. But she just brings her mouth close to the cutlery, and looks at you as she tastes the food. You swallow dryly, feeling your heart race at the intensity of her gaze. You almost choke when she lets out a groan of satisfaction.

"It's delicious."

"Uh." It is the only sound you are able to produce, as Wanda looks up at you with an innocent smile. You quickly face the pot again, trying not to embarrass yourself so much.

"I'll set the table for us."

//-//

"Are you sure food is not your love language?" Wanda asks suggestively when you hand her a mug of hot chocolate. You are on the veranda, a few hours after dinner. You laugh lightly.

"My what?"

She settles into the seat she is sitting on, turning her face to you as you sit down next to her.

"Your love language." She explains with a smile. "There are several, one of them is cooking for the people you love."

You frown slightly, growing thoughtful.

"That's hardly mine, Wands." - You reply. "I hate cooking."

"What are you talking about, you always cook for me!" She retorts with a mix of confusion and humor in her voice, you shrug.

"It's because it's you." You say looking away.

"What does that mean?" She asks and you sigh lightly, taking a sip of your chocolate. Wanda looks at you incredulously. "You're not going to tell me then. Okay."

"Tell me more about these love languages." You ask next trying to change the focus of the subject from yourself.

Wanda seems excited to talk about it.

"Okay, I think there are five kinds." She starts with a smile, you're just happy to hear her say anything. And she sounds absolutely adorable when she talks about something that gets her excited. "They are words of affirmation, quality time, touch, acts of service, and gifts."

"What happened to cooking?" You tease and she pats your shoulder, laughing.

"I guess it comes into gift giving" She says thoughtfully. "But I read somewhere that it was like a sixth language".

You make an understanding noise with your mouth, but Wanda interprets your lack of reaction as a lack of interest, and apologizes that she is boring you. You frown.

"Hey, what are you talking about? I love this idea!" You assure her, and she smiles shyly after a moment. "I was just wondering which language I fit best in. That is, if I'm the one who decides that?"

"It's not a decision really." She says. "It's more of an analysis in how you behave. Usually the people around you notice."

"Oh, right." You grumble in agreement. "You really would make a terrible analyst then." You tease and Wanda laughs, pushing you lightly and making a face when she almost knocks over your hot chocolate. You laugh. "That story that I cook to show my love, not a thing."

Wanda rolls her eyes amused and then looks at you curiously.

"Oh yeah, and what do you think your language is then?"

You think for a moment.

"I have no idea." You confess and Wanda laughs looking away, "That's harder than it sounds."

"Take a guess."

"Um... I don't think they are words of affirmation." You say and she looks at you expectantly, wanting you to talk more about it. You smile awkwardly. "I never know what to say, so that would be the last language I would think of."

Wanda smiles, biting her lip and shaking her head slightly.

"What else?"

You inhale deeply, thinking.

"Well, I'm not the best gift-giving person." You counters. "Maybe quality time is a good option, but I'm not sure either. I'm pretty anti-social."

"I think quality time might be your thing." She says with a fond smile.

You raise your eyebrow curiously.

"Why do you say that?"

"Look around you." She replies with a smile, and you understand that this is exactly what is happening now. You give a shy little laugh.

"Can I make it official then?" You ask and Wanda laughs.

"I don't know, don't you like the others?"

"I forget which ones they are." You confess and Wanda laughs.

"Touch and Acts of Service." She clarifies and you nod in understanding.

" Okay let me think about it." You begin running your fingers through your hair quickly. "How can anyone know that touch is their thing?"

"I guess if the person likes to be touched." Wanda says and you raise your eyebrow in confusion. "Like, if you like to give hugs or cuddle."

"Do some people not like that?"

Wanda laughs.

"I think we have an answer." She says and you smile, shrugging.

"No, seriously. I don't know." You speak. "I guess I have no problem with touching people I like, but I can't tell if that would be my language."

"Okay." Wanda says and you look at her curiously as she picks up your mug and places it on the table along with hers. She moves a little closer to you, and entwines your hands together. You swallow dryly.

"Do you like that?" She asks gently, and you look into her eyes, glowing green. You nod shyly, and Wanda smiles. She releases your hands to slip her arms over your shoulder, and you melt into her embrace almost instantly. "Is that good?"

"Yes." You whisper with flushed cheeks. Wanda releases you next.

"I think we have a winner." She jokes, and you giggle awkwardly.

"What about you? What's your language?"

"Definitely quality time" She says and you smile.

"I think words of affirmation are your thing too."

Wanda looks at you curiously.

"Why?"

"Because you're nice." You say. "You say nice things all the time I mean. You are an affectionate person."

"Maybe words of affirmation are your thing." She hits back with flushed cheeks, you laugh awkwardly looking away.

"What happens if people have different love languages?" You ask after a moment. "Do they fight?"

Wanda sighs lightly, thoughtfully.

"I don't really know." She replies. "I think they each show their love in a different way, and if they talk, there's no reason to fight."

You nod in agreement and then straighten your posture, extending your hand to Wanda.

"Miss Maximoff, I swear I will try to show my affection to you with words of affirmation and quality time" You tell her in a fake serious tone, and Wanda joins in on the joke, agreeing to shake your hand.

"I swear I will try to show my affection to you with touch and also with quality time." She repeats the pledge, and you both look serious for a second, before laughing.

Neither of you realizes that by proposing to act outside your comfort zone for each other, perhaps acts of service are the best suitable love language for you two.

//-//

The second day at the cabin is like heaven on earth.

You wake up early, have coffee with Wanda, and walk a short trail with her until lunchtime. You cook again, and she teases you about it. In the afternoon you play monopoly, and cards. She makes you tea, and then you two sit on the sofa, each with a book, just enjoying each other's company.

It must be about ten o'clock at night when Wanda starts to yawn. You two are already lying on the couch, and you poke her ribs with your foot and she laughs lightly.

"Go to bed." You tell her with a smile, and she looks quickly at you.

"I don't want to sleep." She says and yawns next, making you laugh.

"Of course you don't."

Wanda laughs and then closes the book, placing it on the small table beside the sofa. She buries her body against the cushions afterwards. You laugh as you look at her.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't want to get up." She replies by closing her eyes. You laugh, closing the book and sitting down. You place the book on the coffee table, and when Wanda yawns again you sigh.

"Come on you big baby, I'll take you to bed." - You tell her as you approach. Wanda lets out an exclamation as picks her up and carries her, blushing as she places her hands on your neck. You were laughing and didn't realize it.

When you reach your bedroom door, Wanda uses her powers to open the door, and you look at her quickly to thank her, which is a mistake, because you realize how close you are. It's hard to reach the bed without shaking now.

"Here we go." You mumble clumsily as you lay her down on the bed. Wanda doesn't let go of your neck however, and you swallow dryly. "Wanda?"

"Can I kiss you?" she asks breathlessly, and you feel your stomach drop. Your bodies are very close together, as you bent down to place her on the bed. Your hands are stretched out beside her neck, to keep you from falling on top of her.

"Are you sure?" You reply in the same tone, your voice husky. Wanda nods biting her lips lightly, her face very flushed.

You slowly advance against her and she meets you on the way. You both sigh as your lips touch. It is as overwhelming as you ever imagined it would be.

Wanda nuzzles the back of your neck lightly and you slide your tongue against hers, changing the intensity of the kiss.

She sighs, pulling you down and you shiver as you rest your weight against her.

When you pull away to take a breath, your foreheads stay together.

"Wanda..." You start breathlessly, trying to decide what to say.

"I like you." She confesses in the same tone, her voice husky. You feel your heart race. "Is that okay?"

You let out a short laugh, nodding. You kiss her again, smiling against her lips.

You kiss for several minutes, and when your lips are swollen and you are hot, you part. It's still early for this, you don't want to press Wanda.

"Maybe I should go to my room" You whisper against her lips, finding hard to reason with such closeness. Wanda kisses you again, making you sigh. You are almost giving up on the idea of getting up when she breaks the kiss, biting your lip as she does so.

"Goodnight, darling" She whispers and you melt at the nickname, but smile, starting to get up. Wanda is still lying there, just as affected by the make-out session as you are, and you just smile shyly at her as you say goodnight and go back to your room.

You both have silly smiles on your faces as you fall asleep.

//-//

There is a delicious tension in your relationship with Wanda now.

You got up early on your last day, and went into the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of you. While you were preparing coffee, Wanda woke up.

She stretched, and seemed to hesitate slightly about what to do next, but you were already handing her a cup of coffee and kissing her cheek before walking over to the table.

You sit in silence, glances and smiles stolen between the small talk.

When you have finished eating, you turn on the television, and Wanda sits down next to you.

"Come here" you ask softly, and she smiles as she approaches, cuddling up to you. You watch some silly movie together, and you like to feel Wanda laughing against you.

In the afternoon, Wanda is the one who prepares lunch, and you lean on the counter when you finally decide to look at your cell phone. You sigh as you look at the number of missed calls and notifications. There are at least a dozen messages from Sam saying that something was wrong.

"What is it?" Wanda asks when she notices your expression.

"Dever calling us" You reply with a mixture of weariness and irony, shaking the cell phone. Wanda exchanges an understanding look with you, and you put the cell phone on the counter, sinking your face into your hands. She gives the pot one last check, and you are slightly startled when she moves in front of you, gently pulling your hands away from your face.

"I just wanted to stay here forever" You confess and let out a short laugh "I know it's selfish, but I just... it feels like my whole life I've been fighting." You tell her with a sad smile. "This must be the most at peace and content I've felt in a long time"

Wanda raises her hands to caress your cheeks.

"It's not selfish." She says tenderly. "I know exactly how it feels, darling. Ever since I was a child, Pietro and I went from one fight to another." She tells you and you let your hands rest against her waist. "I can't thank you enough for giving me moments like that."

You smile, shaking your head slightly. Then you sink your face into Wanda's neck and she hugs you back.

Now that your cell phone is no longer on silent, it doesn't take long for another call to come in. You grumble when you let go of Wanda to answer it.

Sam is saying something about a new Captain America and you are frowning, but smile when Wanda presses her fingers against your forehead to get you to stop grimacing.

"Are you listening to me?" Sam asks half impatiently on the other end of the line. You had been silent because Wanda is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen and she is standing right in front of you, smiling.

"Of course, Sammy." You then reply, raising your free hand to Wanda's cheek caressing her skin. "I'll come back to the compound tonight and then we'll talk better."

"Okay, just hurry please." He asks and looks tired. "Things are a mess".

You hang up and move forward, kissing Wanda intensely. She sighs against your lips, and you wish you could call Sam again and tell him you're not going anywhere.

//-//

When you return to the compound again there is a lot of work.

You find out that Sam is going to become the new Captain America and you couldn't be prouder.

You are no stranger to the idea that he should be the new leader of the Avengers, as Steve was. It feels right and you tell him so.

He seems surprised that you refuse the leadership, but you assure him that it was never really your thing, you would be happy in solo missions and other activities.

Besides this, things with Wanda were going in a direction you never imagined.

Part of you kept repeating that she would never look at you if Vision were alive, but you suppress these thoughts as much as you can.

You start going out frequently, casual encounters that leave you two with flushed cheeks and racing hearts. There are some kisses. But in general, Wanda is already so much a part of your life that nothing has really changed. You live together in the complex, and spend almost all your free time together.

There are many missions now, many people needing help.

Four months after you started to go out, Shuri calls you.

She apologizes for not getting in touch sooner, explaining how complicated things have become in Wakanda as well. You assure her that it's okay and that you would like to visit her when you can. She has a mysterious tone when she says that she needs your help with a project, and that she would have more information in a few days. You are curious and thoughtful as you hang up the cell phone and walk back to your room.

Wanda is strangely quiet the next day. You don't understand what is going on, but when you check the calendar, you bite the inside of your cheek. It was the anniversary of Vision's death. For you it had been five years, but for her, only a few months. Sighing sadly, you prepare something hot for her to eat.

When you arrive in her room, she has a sad and thoughtful countenance and is slightly startled when you enter without knocking, but you just smile and put the tray of soup on the table.

"I brought you some food, baby" You say tenderly and Wanda looks at you just for a moment. You notice a piece of paper in her hands and have a curious expression. "What's that?"

Wanda's eyes immediately fill with tears, and you blink in concern. She holds out the paper to you.

It is a house plan. It is stamped "property sold" with the date close to when you traveled to the cottage. You understand where the money came from now. But what catches your eye is the scrawl in red in the center, which reads "To grow old together, V."

Swallowing dryly, you fold the paper again, leaving it on the table before returning to Wanda.

"I'm sorry, I just... I just miss him and it seems like everything changed all at once"

"No, Wanda. It's okay." You assure her as you sit up and wrap her in a hug, which made her cry, but also relax her immediately. "I wish I could take this pain away from you, but I can't. I'm really sorry for the life you two couldn't live together."

Wanda sobs against your T-shirt and while you soothe her to sleep, you decide what you are going to do.

//-//

Shuri called. So you were going to Wakanda, Bucky next to you on the plane.

You teased him one last time about his new name "white wolf" before you got off.

You hugged your friend tight before you two left for the laboratory.

"I managed to recover the wreckage of your machine" She tells you with animation. You push down any insecurity as you smile, and hand her the projects that have been locked away in your room for five years.

You will work together again. It will take some time, due to the amount of tasks, but you will have this as your main project.

After three days, you and Bucky return home.

Before you enter the compound, he calls out to you.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks with a worried look, you nod.

"They belong together, Buck." You say with a bitter taste in your mouth. Bucky has an almost pitying look on his face and you hate it, so you are changing your stance. "Don't say anything to Wanda, though. I can't give her hopes like that and fail. She can only know if I succeed."

Bucky nods in understanding and you walk back.

//-//

Your heart and your body belong completely to Wanda Maximoff. You eventually realize this when you return to the compound, and even though you are secretly working to resurrect her dead boyfriend, you can't resist her.

Perhaps the best choice would have been to end things between you, but all you can do is completely melt in her presence. You laugh at her jokes, engage in her conversations, and fall apart in her kisses.

The trips to Wakanda become more frequent over the next month, and you begin to miss Wanda terribly when you are away, but you use this frustration to work.

It's May, and you'll need to travel again just three days after you arrive, and by the way things are going well, this should be your last trip to Wakanda.

"Okay, Shuri, thanks for letting me know. I'll get everything ready." You tell her through the hologram in your room and she smiles before hanging up. You are startled when you notice Wanda at the door.

"Are you leaving again?" She asks annoyed and you nod sadly.

You hope that Wanda will not be as upset as she has been the last few times. You obviously don't tell her the reason you go to Wakanda so much, and Bucky covers for you by saying it was confidential. It has been enough to maintain the logic that the less people knew, the less dangerous it was, and Wanda believes it.

"I'll call you while I'm there" You tell her trying to soften her annoyance as she walks into her room closing the door.

"It's not the same." She mumbles moving closer only to pass her arms around your torso. "I miss you."

You feel your heart soar as you hug her back. You know that the sentence refers to the new distance you have put between you, and part of you wants to confess everything. But you hold your words back.

"Everything is going to be okay, Wanda." You tell her disguising any sign of your recent need to cry. "This is going to be the last time."

Wanda then releases you, looking at you tenderly. You smile back, and she moves in to kiss you.

You know those kisses. The ones she only gives when you are alone, or when you have been apart too long. Kisses that are dangerous to cross barriers that you didn't know if she was ready to cross, and that also make your body hot and take your breath away.

Going out for almost seven months, this was the only line you hadn't crossed yet. Honestly, your cuddling sessions were borderline. But there were so many other things about your relationship that sex really wasn't the focal point.

And then you had Wanda kissing you like this and you couldn't resist.

Letting your hands slide down her body, you felt her sigh against your lips as you squeezed her ass, pressing her forward against you.

You began to walk with Wanda around the room, exchanging passionate, hot kisses, until she stumbled on the bed and you fell over her body on the mattress.

When your clothes came off, you reached for one of her hands and entwined it in yours on top of her head, kissing her neck as you trembled at the sound of her moans.

Wanda came on your fingers, moaning your name with her eyes closed and mouth open as you kept your free hand entwined in hers. You looked at her with adoration, thinking she was absolutely perfect.

You came against her thigh, and then she came in your mouth a few moments later. You repeated it one more time until your bodies were too tired to do it again.

You woke up first the next day, and while preparing coffee, you felt your face getting wet. You were going to lose her again. But you quickly wiped the tears away. She was never really yours to lose.

//-//

Bucky didn't come back to Wakanda with you, and you figured he had some other mission. You also insinuated that he was spending a lot of time outside the compound with Sam, and laughed when he got flushed and told you to go fuck yourself.

When you arrived at Shuri's lab, you didn't sleep properly for two weeks.

//-//

Non-Reader Pov

Bucky nodded slightly when Wanda entered the kitchen. She had been really upset these days, feeling lonely. But Y/N made the soldier promise to check on her girlfriend often and keep her company, so that's exactly what he's been doing.

After coffee, he suggested that they walk around the compound for a while, and the witch accepted.

"You know, I think Nat would like to see you two together." Commented the soldier with a smile. Wanda grumbled in agreement, slightly distracted, but then she assumed a confused expression.

"What do you mean?" She asked and Bucky blinked curiously. "How did Nat know that Y/N liked me?"

Bucky let out a short laugh also confused by the conversation.

"What do you mean, Wanda? Everyone knew all along."

Wanda stops walking, blinking with confusion.

"Bucky, what? No, Y/N and I only fell in love after Thanos, what do you..."

Bucky laughs in disbelief and confusion.

"Whoa, she really didn't tell you." He says surprised and at Wanda's expression, he straightens his posture, putting his hands in his pockets as he looks at her. "Look, maybe it wasn't the best idea for me to be the one to tell you, but I imagine since you're together now it won't make much difference." He says, sighing slightly. "She's been in love with you ever since you joined the Avengers. You were the reason she fought alongside Steve when he defied the law for me. Everyone always knew."

Wanda shook her head, surprised and incredulous.

"Bucky what are you saying?" Wanda muttered more to herself than to the soldier. Bucky just looked at her curiously.

"All these years, and you never knew." He said surprised.

Wanda felt her eyes fill with tears.

"But... Why didn't she say anything?" She asked holding back the tears. "I... She's been with me all this time, and... how could she not have said anything?"

Bucky shrugged.

"You had Vision, Wanda. She didn't want to make things awkward." He says. "She used to tell Natasha that loving you was enough. She never needed you to love her back."

Wanda gasps in surprise and cries, running her hands through her hair. Thousands of memories flashing through her mind at once. All the times Y/N was by her side, their escapes from the tower, their pranks, their jokes. The way she always stood up for her, helped her on missions, in training. How she blew up the TV set in the briefing room the day the government agent broadcast the report of what happened on Sokovia to the team in an attempt to shock them with Wanda's mistake. Pietro's grave, the way she took care of everything and assured Wanda that she was happy to help. But mostly in the way she always smiled when Wanda told her about Vision, how she supported her when they were on the run, and how she didn't leave her side when she was grieving.

Wanda couldn't imagine how much it must have hurt to watch the person you love, loving someone else.

Wanda let out a dry laugh, finally letting the tears flow.

"All this time, and she loved me in secret." She mumbles breathlessly. "How could she bear it?"

Bucky looked away.

"Well, she's always tougher than most."

Wanda shook her head, laughing sadly.

"Take me to Wakanda."

//-//

Reader Pov

You did it.

"Shuri, is this really happening?" You ask with a mixture of surprise and excitement. Your eyes completely glaze over in front of you.

The door to the machine you created then opened, a metallic noise filling the room. It took the machine man a few seconds to open his eyes, and when he did you held your breath.

"You really did it." Shuri said to you impressed and looking forward as well.

"We did." You retorted taking a step towards the being that was looking at you with curiosity. He seemed to be getting used to the idea of being online again. "Vision?"

The question escaped your lips firmly, although your heart was racing.

Vision moved out of the machine, looking around.

"I'm confused." The male voice filled the room. "I think I've been asleep. My last memory is of a field."

You gasp, feeling your eyes fill with water.

"I can't believe you're here, buddy" You tell him, stepping forward to hug him. Vision doesn't respond however, still appearing to be in shock.

When you let go, you are smiling.

"I'll explain everything to you, Vis."

Shuri leads you to a meeting room, and she keeps checking Vision's functionality signals while you talk for a bit. You tell him about the blip, about his death, and a little about Thanos. He is different, maybe it is the stone. He seems more mechanical and logical than ever, talking about statistics and asking about social impacts. You just think he needs to get used to the world again.

"There's someone coming to see you" Shuri announces after a moment while fiddling with her computer.

"T'Challa wants to check if we are eating properly again?" You joke and Shuri laughs, but then she frowns.

"Actually it's..."

The door to the room then opens. You get up from your armchair in surprise to see Wanda standing there. She looks at you with adoration in her eyes, but her expression falls completely when she notices who is beside you.

Her face is a mixture of surprise, disbelief, and confusion. You swallow dryly, ignoring the urge to cry, and force yourself to smile shyly.

Wanda walks towards you slowly.

"I've been working to bring him back, Wanda." You explain in a husky voice. "To bring him back to you."

Wanda's eyes are filled with tears, and she gasps as Vision rises from the armchair, looking at her curiously.

"How...?" Wanda asks breathlessly, but she sobs then moves forward to embrace the robot.

You feel your heart break, because it is over. You smile however, nodding to Shuri lightly as you leave the two of them alone.

When you reach the hallway, your hands and legs are shaking and you lean on the wall to keep from falling to the floor. Bucky is joining the two of you as Shuri looks at you with concern.

"Everything okay?" She asks touching your arm lightly. You nod frantically.

"I did what I had to do." You say breathlessly, holding back tears. "She...She's happy."

Bucky exchanges a look with Shuri and then he is asking if he can hug you. You nod slightly and when he does, you collapse.

//-//

You are avoiding Wanda.

It's childish, but you feel your heart ache every time you think about seeing her, so you're trying to buy time to only talk to her again when you can show that you're happy for her.

It has been two days since she arrived in Wakanda.

You and Bucky are in rooms in the same hallway, and you know that Shuri has set up facilities for Vision and Wanda to be together. You haven't seen her yet, and it's all due to the fact that you accepted whatever task the king had to keep you well away from the castle.

You returned very late to your room on the third day, and Bucky was waiting for you in the hallway.

"You two need to talk." He said, following you into the room as you sighed.

"I know, Buck." You grumble taking off your jacket. "I just need time, I...I think I'll crumble if I see her again"

Bucky runs his hand across his face, slightly impatient.

"No, you don't understand." He says. "You just brought her dead boyfriend back, you can't just ignore her."

You throw yourself on the bed, closing your eyes.

"I'm really considering alcoholism now." You grumble, and Bucky laughs lightly.

"Talk to her." He says before turning to leave.

You take a while to fall asleep after that.

//-//

You see Wanda again. At a safe distance. Your heart feels like it is going to jump out of your chest.

She and Vision go out for a walk just before lunchtime. You look at them from the balcony, their silhouettes in the field of flowers. It's beautiful. You don't realize that you are crying.

Walking to Shuri's labs, you intend to accept some project, but she has a worried look on her face when she looks at you.

" There' s something wrong." She comments by showing you a graph that you don't understand at first. "While you were behaving like a child, we had some problems." The teasing makes you blush slightly, but you are too worried to respond.

"What happened?"

Shuri sighs weakly.

"Wanda and Vision talked for a few hours. And then she realized what we didn't anticipate." She explained as she changed the chart. "Without the mind stone, Vision is just a computer program. There's nothing human in him anymore."

You blinked in confusion, and let out a short laugh.

"What are you talking about?" You ask, but before she answers you are talking again. "Vision was always a computer. His love for Wanda was his humanity."

Shuri shook her head in the negative.

"The mind stone created a connection with Wanda." She explained. "Without it, he is just a set of algorithms. He remembers everything he experienced, but he can no longer feel."

You gasp in surprise and then sit down on the floor, trying to understand exactly what you had done.

"I think our mistake was not accepting death." Shuri said after a while. "We can't reverse something like that. We should know."

"I can't believe I did that." You commented with a dry laugh. "I brought him back only for her to lose him again. My god what the fuck is wrong with me?"

Shuri walked over to you, kneeling in front of you, and placing a hand on your knee.

"You didn't know, okay?" She said trying to reassure you. " Your intentions were the best".

"That doesn't matter now". You grumble bitterly.

Eventually you get up, and decide that you should apologize.

Shuri tells you that she will handle everything with Vision, that she would ask him if he would like to continue to exist, if he had a purpose, or if he would like to be deactivated. You told her to make sure that he knew that he would always have a place on the Avengers team, and she smiled saying that Wakanda would also accept him.

//-//

Your heart was racing when you knocked on Wanda's door.

She used her powers to open it, and you walked in, finding her sitting on the bed, pensive.

"You finally decided to talk to me." She teased looking at the television. You swallowed dryly, twiddling your fingers nervously.

"I talked to Shuri." You begin with emotion showing in your voice. "She told me about...about everything. I'm so sorry Wanda." You cry. "I didn't know this was going to happen, I didn't mean to hurt you..."

Wanda blinks confusedly getting up as she approaches you, raising her hands to your face.

"It's okay." She assures wiping away your tears.

"No, it isn't. I brought him back only for you to lose him again, I can't believe I could do that to you, I'm sorry..."

"Stop. No." Wanda says shaking her head, her eyes filled with tears. She swallows her emotion as she looks at you tenderly. "You gave me a chance to say goodbye to him."

"Wanda..."

"I didn't have that chance before." She continues with a sad smile, "I am grateful for it."

"W-what?" you sigh breathlessly with incredulity.

Wanda smiled, stroking your cheek lightly.

"All this time, and you've been loving me in secret." She spoke tenderly, and you felt your face heat up.

"How...?"

"It doesn't matter." She interrupts shaking her head slightly, the look in her eyes is one of pure adoration. "I still don't understand how you can hide this from me, and..."

You shake your head, letting the tears flow.

"I just wanted you to be happy, Wanda." You interrupt with a smile. "It didn't have to be with me."

Wanda gasps slightly, and moves forward to kiss you on the mouth. The kiss doesn't last long, however, and she breaks away to bring your foreheads together.

"I love you." Wanda whispers against your lips, you sigh in surprise. "Sorry it took so long."

You let out a short laugh, hugging her. When she hooks her arms around your neck, you lift her off the ground, and Wanda lets out a giggle. You spin around, smiling, your chest exploding with happiness.

//-//

On your last day in Wakanda, you visit Vision.

He is in one of the castle rooms, looking contemplative, and pours you a cup of tea.

After you talk about what he wants to become, you hug him goodbye and he looks at you curiously.

"I never directly asked you what your motivation was for doing all this." Vision begins with a curious posture. "Shuri told me about your affection for Wanda, but I never understood precisely."

You look away from the floor, kind of awkwardly.

"I thought you two were soulmates." You say to him, and Vision observes you for a few seconds before speaking.

"How could we be soul mates, if I never had a soul?" He asks and you raise your face in surprise. Vision just smiles slightly as he puts his hand on your shoulder. "I wish you had told her how you felt in the beginning. It would have prevented so much suffering."

"Hey, we would feel your loss even if Wanda liked me..."

"I was talking about you." He interrupts with a smile and you fall silent, not knowing what to say next. "I hope you'll be happy together. You have a high level of compatibility."

You laughed at the mechanical way Vision spoke and gave him one last hug before leaving in farewell.

//-//

You return to Wakanda the following year. Many things are different now, from your address, to Wanda's rings, and your last names.

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heyyyyyy uhhhhh could i get like a sub hawks fic pretty please 🙏

literally kisses u . thank u . i have been waiting for a req like this thank u bae <3333 i have been very h word for hawks </3 thank u for letting me be self indulgent

it is a little rushed towards the end i am so sorry pls forgive me anon </3

shift in dynamic (sub!hawks x fem!bodied reader)

☾ genre: smut, 18+

☾ pairing: hawks x fem!bodied reader (no pronouns explicitly specified, but hawks calls reader “mommy”)

☾ warnings: *INHAAALE* PWP, sub!hawks (obviously), oral (f!receiving), dirty talk (m!receiving), praise..... so much praise, edging, PEGHAWKS2021‼️ (pegging), slight overstim????, a leetol bit of aftercare, kind of self indulgent idk i love he </3, (HARDLY EDITED)

☾ w/c: 3k !!

you don’t know how long you’ve been teasing him, been letting yourself get into innocent but compromising positions with him.

bending over to pick up a “dropped” pen in that skirt he oh so loved to see you in, going to “change” only to come back out with your outfit being no different whatsoever except with the new addition of his favorite thigh-highs of yours.

he was so sick of your teasing, and honestly? you lost track of time from how long you had it going on.

“angel... you’re hardly being subtle, you know~” he mused from his position on the bed.

you turn and smirk at him from the doorway, “who said i was trying to be subtle in the slightest?”

you slowly began making your way to him, watching closely at the way he drank in your figure. his eyes darted back and forth from your thigh-high clad legs, to the exposed section just under your skirt, to your breasts that were straining against the provocative, tight shirt you decided to wear this evening.

you wanted to give him everything he ever dreamed of right now, to utterly indulge him-- make him believe he would be in control.

letting him sit up for you to straddle his lap, letting him dominate your kisses. anything he initiated, you complied with. his hands began softly grazing your exposed thighs, trailing upwards-- higher and higher-- you purposely let out soft whimper.

you felt a smirk tug at the corners of his lips, “hm...? you like that, angel?” you felt his hot breath in your mouth.

“yes... oh yes... please kei...” your pleas a mere whisper, “please fuck me...”

he groaned deeply in response, diving back in to taste your lips again— a hungry clash of teeth and tongue from his impatience. you could feel his arousal despite the confines of his clothes already, him grinding against your hips with no shame.

oh, you loved riling him up, especially like this. getting him to get all hot and bothered, going this far to give him a sense that he’ll be in control...

only for you to shatter your façade instantaneously, pushing him down by his shoulders and pinning his roaming hands above his head-- trapping his legs in between yours and looking down at him triumphantly.

“angel?” he sputtered, looking up at you with wide eyes, “w-what’s with the quick shift, huh?” he quickly attempted to play it off as if he still had a grip on his bearings.

a smirk splayed your features in response. you said nothing, but let your gaze flicker back and forth from his swollen lips to his dark eyes.

“w-weren’t you just begging me to fuck you a minute ago, hm?~” he said.

even when he was rendered completely immobile by you, of course he was going to give you his sly tone, his shit-eating grin as he “tried” to keep control of the situation.

oh, but you knew why he did that.

just ‘cause he knew that it would rile you up...

just ‘cause he knew that it would make you have your way with him.

“oh, i was begging you to fuck me? really...” you trailed off, moving your gaze downward, and cupping his bulge harshly with no warning. he hissed in response, sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth, “sweetheart... i assure you, i’m not going to be the one who’s begging tonight.”

“y-yeah right,” he chuckled, “like i’ll believe that. just give it a few minutes, darling. you’ll realize that-- a-ah...”

you cut him off by moving your palm against him, harshly rubbing against his growing erection with no build up. the friction of your hand mixed with the rough material of his jeans sent an immense amount of stimulation right off the bat, catching him completely off guard.

“hm? speak up honey, i can’t hear you,” you leaned down and softly nibbled his ear as you whisper against him.

“f-fuck...” his eyes are now screwed shut as he revels in the friction you’re providing him, your speed ever increasing to render him unable to utter a word.

“oh, well that’s not what you said before, now is it?” you began littering kisses on his jaw, his neck, collarbone... biting occasionally, because you knew just how much he wanted to be marked by you.

you continued to rub him, keigo’s moans getting louder and higher in pitch. he was close.

already.

you giggled against him, the vibrations reverberating against his skin, “oh, you were also so sensitive, right kei? are you gonna cum?”

“y-yes...” he said, utterly breathless.

“do you wanna cum?”

he shook his head fervently.

“baby... use your words...” you gently remind.

“... no. please, not now...”

“mmm... good boy~”

his whines picked up at the pet name, his jean-clad hips beginning to grind against your palm.

you quickly ripped your hand away with a scoff, and keigo let out needy whine, the sound sending a shockwave straight to your cunt.

god, you’ve always loved his voice.

“ah-ah~” you tut, “didn’t you say you didn’t want to cum now, baby boy? do you really want to cum in your jeans like a teenage virgin?”

he shakily exhaled, “... n-no...”

“good. you’ll get what you want, i promise baby. just be patient, yeah?”

he nodded, looking up at you with tear-stained eyelashes. you took this opportunity to look him directly in the eyes while slowly lifting up your shirt to catch the hem between your teeth. he took a sharp inhale at the sight of exposed chest. you decided you would pass on wearing a bra this evening.

good choice.

“mm... kei...” you mumble breathily, snaking your arm down your torso, moving closer and closer to the hem of your panties.

“y-yes, angel?”

you shoot him a glance, taking your shirt out from between your teeth to be able to speak clearly.

“what was that?” your tone was sharp as you addressed him, leaning in close, “what’s my name?”

“m-mommy...”

“there we go, baby boy... that’s right...” your hand trails its way down once again, and you making a show of throwing your head back and sighing as it makes its descent. you begin stroking the outside of your panties, feeling the wet patch that has already seeped through the lacy material.

"kei... baby... already so wet for you..." you sigh, "now enjoy the show, yeah? don't move, baby boy... unless you-- mmm~" you couldn't help but let out a moan, your finger flicking a particularly sensitive spot on your clit as it moved in tight circles on the bud, "unless you don't want your reward..."

you spread your legs out further in your straddling position, giving him a perfect view of your panty-clad cunt. his erection was definitely painfully hard, you thought. no-- it didn't even have to be up to your imagination. you felt his cock strain against your inner thigh, letting out a soft moan at the thought.

you moved your panties to the side to dip a single finger in, sighing at the new feeling and rocking your hips. you opened your eyes to see keigo's reaction to you fucking your fingers-- right on top of him. you could feel his heartbeat from where you were seating atop him as well as his erratic breathing.

slipping your finger in and out of your cunt with ease, you decide to add a second one, beginning to scissor them both to stretch yourself out.

keigo was doing exactly as told-- following directions. only enjoying the show instead of doing anything without permission.

"m-mommy..." he squeaked out.

"yes, baby boy?"

"please... sit on my face. please, i wanna make you feel good, mommy..." his pleas were fucking adorable.

"you want me to fuck your face, sweetheart?" you muse.

"y-yes... please... please..."

"only because you asked so nicely, baby... such a good boy~"

he moans as you shift your position to finally take off your panties and throw them aside unceremoniously. you place your thighs on either side of his head, trapping his head between them and immediately feeling his hot panting breath hit your core.

“keigo, honey... you know what to say if you want to stop, right?” you look into his eyes, patiently awaiting his answer before moving forward at all.

“yes... red.” his big hands squeezed the fat of your thighs, just below your ass as he replied.

“mm... good boy~” you sigh once again, finally sinking yourself down to meet his lips. immediately, his tongue poked out and lapped at the wetness already dripping out from your cunt. he moaned against you, the vibrations sending a wave of pleasure up your spine. god, it was almost like he was enjoyed having you sit on his face more than you.

almost.

you grabbed a fistful of his hair as your body fell forward from pleasure. you always knew he enjoyed having his hair tugged, but you held off on letting him have that pleasure at the moment. until he took your clit in his mouth and sucked, kneading your ass as he held you in place.

and high pitched moan was ripped from your throat, and your fingers tensing into a fist on reflex, pulling at keigo’s hair harshly. the whimper that escaped him was heavenly, his motions becoming more frantic, more needy as he ate you out. he wanted to please you.

he wanted to please you so, so bad.

you felt the coil in your stomach begin to build up, the tension making your mind hazy as the room filled with only your moans and the sounds of keigo’s sinful ministrations against your core. all of his movements now harsh, and a steady transition of his tongue lapping at your clit, and his lips sucking more and more as he knew you were close.

“f-fuck, kei... fuck... a-ah... i’m- i’m gonna cum...” you all but whisper, your voice failing you.

“cum, mommy. please. please cum for me...” he mumbled against you, giving one particularly harsh suck and before you could even process his words, you were thrown over the edge.

your vision went white as your orgasm washed over you in an impeding wave, keigo not giving you enough warning before making you cum with so much force.

“mommy?” his voice snapped you back to reality as you began to come down from your high, “are you okay? w-was i good?”

you shifted from your position to lie next to him on the mattress, looking into his eyes with nothing but pure sincerity as you replied, “baby... yes... oh my god, yes. you were so, so good...” you stroked his cheek warmly with the back of your hand, feeling your heart flutter when he leaned into your touch.

“now, i just have to return the favor now, hm? you were such a good boy for mommy, now it’s mommy’s turn to make you feel good,” you whisper in his ear, nipping at it once before unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them off with ease. you were impatient, and so was he.

“tell me what you want, baby. use your words,” you instructed, stroking his cock with one finger through his boxers.

he squeaked, quickly shying away at your instructions, clearly embarrassed at what he wanted to ask of you.

“sweetheart, look at me,” you held his cheeks with your free hand to direct his gaze back to you, “tell me, i want to make you feel good, yeah?”

he bit his bottom lip.

“...p-please fuck me,” he pleaded almost inaudibly. he doubt you even heard it, and like hell he would be able to muster enough courage to say it again.

thankfully, you heard it. loud and clear.

“you want mommy to fuck your ass, baby? is that what you want?”

“...yes, please...” his cheeks burned at your lewd words. he hadn’t expected you to say it so bluntly, but it was exactly what he wanted.

you leaned down to catch his lips in a passionate kiss, one hand holding the nape of his neck while the other held his waist to draw him as near to you as possible. you wanted the kiss to show him exact how much you loved him-- how you only wanted to make him happy.

“you know exactly how to ask. my good boy~”

you reached over into your nightstand drawer, pulling out purple strap-on and lube, fixing the harness around your waist, and pulling off his briefs completely. you lubed up your fingers, rubbing them against the digits from your other hand to warm it up. you positioned yourself in between his thighs, pulling them apart to give you easy access.

“you okay, kei?” you ask.

“yes, yes... i am...” he responded, looking up at you then to your fingers, his gaze clearly impatient.

you chuckled, bringing your index finger to circle his hole gently, lubing up everything as much as possible before pushing it in, little by little.

by no means was this keigo’s first time experiencing something like this with you, however, any experience that caused him discomfort or pain was lost. you made a constant, extra effort to make sure everything was perfect for him.

when your finger entered him completely, you slowly pumped it in and out, feeling him relax around you as you continued.

“feeling okay?”

“y-yes... you can... add another,” he said.

at his word, you added your middle finger, beginning to scissor them inside him to prep him for what was to come. his gasps slowly began to turn into breathy moans at the sensation, and when you curled your fingers upward to hit his prostate, he whimpered beneath you, hips bucking up to meet your fingers. you held him down with your free hand, making sure you still had complete control.

“third?” you ask.

“yes...”

you quickly comply, adding a third and following the routine you set for the previous digits. pumping in and out, curling them at that spot that always had him uncontrollably whining from pleasure.

you continue scissoring your fingers until you believed he was prepped enough, beginning to lube up the strap that’s been settled on your hips while looking for keigo’s approval once again, “are you ready, baby?”

he nods, a faint “yes...” passing from his lips.

slowly, you push in the silicone cock inside, inch-by-inch and watching his body language with a sharp gaze. he was doing so, so well you thought, the dildo going inside with ease.

“it’s in, baby... all the way... good?” you ask once again.

“good... so good...”

you smile, experimentally letting your hips draw back and slam back into his once. the way his voice cracked, his hands looked for leverage wherever they could find it to control the amount of stimulation he felt...

you swear you were getting drunk off of him.

you begin to set a slowly, languid pace, grinding your hips into his. he bit his bottom lip, “f-faster... please... i promise i can take it...”

you wordlessly comply, placing your hands on either side of his head to get a better angle, and began slamming your hips against him erratically. his desperate moans and whines quickly picking up pace and pitch, and you vaguely pick up mumblings of “so good...”, “oh my god...”, and “so close...”

he looks down at you with a hazy expression. his cock now swollen and leaking from penetrative stimulation, but it was clearly not enough. the way he crooned and leaned into your touch every time you pulled your hips away from him-- oh, you could tell it was just painful for him.

you lightly wrapped your fingers around his cock, your hand not moving, but your cock driving into him even faster-- just to see how he would react. he hissed at the contact, thrusting his hips to create his own stimulation. you didn’t stop him, seeing how close he could make himself to cumming just by fucking your fist. he was so loud, loud moans bouncing off the walls only to be broken by his voice cracking.

“you close, baby?” you coo.

“m-mhm... oh my god.... so close...” his hips picked up speed, the sound of skin slapping against skin almost as loud as his noises now.

“cum baby, you deserve it, yeah? such a good boy...” you pet his hair as you encouraged him, moving your hand and hips to meet his thrusts to make him tip over the edge faster, reveling in the way his eyes screwed shut and his knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets beneath him.

he came with a choked moan, shaking violently as you continued to pump him as felt heavy ropes of cum glide down your hand, his stomach...

you kissed the tip, open-mouthed and wet to make him twitch again under your touch.

“how are you feeling, kei?” you whisper, petting his soft hair as you patiently, carefully slipping out of him. you untie the harness around your waist, setting it on your side table once again and lying beside him.

you waited for his heaving chest to relax and his eyes to flutter open again.

“great... fucking amazing...” he smiled at you, his breath heavy as he panted between his words.

“let me get you cleaned up, yeah? you did so good for me...” you kissed his temple, letting your lips linger on his flushed skin for a bit longer. you pulled away after several seconds, looking deep into his eyes, “i love you, keigo,”

his palm rested on your cheek as he looked back at you, “i love you more,”

he said your name with nothing but love, admiration and pure joy.

you truly were the light of his life.

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kaeyasaki · 4 years ago

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— ❝ MISCOMMUNICATE! ❞

— LEORIO PARADINIGHT X GN!READER :; NSFW

❝ skirt off, fuck in the backseat, take that shirt off, baby, put it on me, got me like “yeehaw”, ride it like a horsey, kinda like see-saw up and down on the d ❞

warnings :; unprotected sex, dirty talk, sub!reader, slapping, fingering + degradation -> +4K words

an :; hello hi i don’t know why the fuck i’m actually writing for leorio because i don’t fw him at all, but we checked and the leorio nsfw tag is literally dry and i felt bad for leorio stans so consider this my one time gift for leorio because this will never happen again LOL — NOT PROOFREAD I’LL GAG IF I DO SO

Leorio is a man of tolerance and he’s rather neutral in the sense of liking and disliking things. Of course, he’s open about things that bother him, but he’d rather resolve issues than allow them to stew and worsen over time.

One thing he didn’t like and couldn’t solve however was you.

Leorio couldn't stand you. You were always outdoing him in every test or exam your class took and it was even worse when the professor had insisted upon seating the two of you together in order to ‘keep up’ with one another as the pair of you were far ahead of the rest of the class.

Attending med-school was already stressful enough on its own, but Leorio was certain that being seated next to you only caused that stress to multiply by ten each class he attended. Still, he refused to let you get the better of him after all, your finals were fast approaching and that’s exactly when he’d shut you up for good.

“Leorio!~” He cringed at the sickenly sarcastic tone of your voice from behind him as he walked through the classroom doors. “What?�� His tone is sharp as he has no means to entertain you in the slightest, only replying out of common courtesy.

“Why so uptight? Can’t I just say hi to the second best in class?” You hummed, teasing grin tugging at your lips as he scoffs at your comment. “Second best?” He repeats, eyebrows raised and brows twitching. “Second best.” You nodded, a provocative glint in your eyes as you were left satisfied with irritating him before class.

One thing you had learnt about Leorio during the months you’d spent sharing your classes with him, was that once agitated, he had a hard time concentrating. He was easy. Too easy in fact. Every lesson you played the boy like an instrument, pulling all the right strings for all the right reactions out of him.

You weren’t certain as to what it was about him that drew you in to provoke him at every opportunity, but you were certain that every opportunity taken would leave you satisfied. Perhaps it was his desperation that kept you hooked onto him. His constant need to beat you and gloat anytime he could. It was cute almost. But despite his somewhat annoying nature in that sense, you’d be a liar if you were to say you found him unattractive.

You weren’t stupid. Whether he was aware of it or not, Leorio was more than pleasing to look at. His broad shoulders forcing the threats of his crisp white shirt to hang on by thread. His torso was slim but certainly defined as you’d caught yourself eyeing the clearly chiseled muscles which would sometimes be left exposed through the thin white material on particularly hot days. You already loved the summer months, and Leorio’s appearance only becoming more obvious to the eye due to the lack of clothing he’d wear in the warmer weather only added a reason to your list of things to love about summer.

Class was boring to say the least. Your professor's voice drowned out completely as the sun peaked in height and forced waves of heat through the glass windows. You sighed and laid your head down on the desk, eyes catching sight of Leorio scribbling down whatever the professor was droning on about. You’d never paid much attention to the boy other than when it came to annoying him and stealing glances at his handsome form. You knew he worked hard but not to the point where you knew how hard. A small smile had formed on your face as you spent the rest of the class peacefully watching your rival take down all the relevant notes, completely uncaring to the fact you had done nothing productive in class yourself.

“Good work today.” Your voice rang through his ears as the two of you packed up. “Me?” he questioned, puzzled expression wiped across his face as you giggled. “Who else?” He shot you a confused scowl before packing up the rest of his things. While you had attempted to compliment him, he had taken it as mockery. The fact you knew finals were approaching but you still gave no effort to revision in class seemed taunting to him. Were you mocking him for having to try hard? Did the whole course just come naturally to you? Leorio didn’t even want to bother finding out. As far as he was concerned he was in med-school for his own reasons and them alone. He hadn’t the time to fool around with pretty things like you, especially not now. You’d only slow him down whether that was your intent or not. He couldn’t afford to lose sight of what he’d been striving for since the start.

“Whatever.” He huffed refusing to take anymore of your constant bothering. He slung his briefcase off the desk and began to head towards the door where the rest of the students were filtering out before you called out.

“Wait!” He halted his steps, body slowly turning to face you as you stood still behind your seat he’d just left you at. “I… I didn’t get the rest of the notes from today, could I get them off of you later?”

Leorio was a little taken aback, but yet he couldn’t see or sense any signs of mockery from you as your earnest eyes held contact with his. “Fine. You know where I’ll be.” He gave in sighing before turning back around and waving you off before exiting. Previous annoyance distinguishing just slightly. He hadn’t a clue what your intentions were, but he could distinguish between the real and the fake, and nothing about the way you looked at him and almost pleaded seemed ingenuine to him.

Leorio was certain he hated you, yet he couldn’t bring himself to deny you either. Walking back to his apartment, he thought back to times where you’d interacted. Majority of them being times you’d gone out of your way to get a rise out of him, but there was something endearing about the way you did it. Leorio felt almost special that you’d pay him and only him attention. Thinking back to it, you’d never bother anyone else, your sole attention aimed directly towards him and him alone. Leorio wasn’t sure if he was allowed to be special, but as any young man would, he did feel a sense of pride over the fact he’d somehow caught the attention of someone like yourself; someone as pretty as yourself. It didn’t matter to him that it wasn’t the typical type of attention a man of his age would prefer to enjoy, but nonetheless he enjoyed the jealous stares of others as you openly teased him and arguably borderline flirted.

Refusing to give into you completely though, Leorio swore he’d keep these thoughts to himself. Admitting how desirable he found you would be stupid on his end. You’d only make matters worse for him, tease him louder in class and gain a dreadful type of attention from others towards the two of you. He found you attractive, but not to the degree where he’d be willing to make a fool out of himself in front of anyone including yourself. It was best to keep you just at arms length and put up with this childish rivalry until you’d graduate and part ways.

A few hours had passed until you had rung up his apartment to be allowed in. Permitting your entrance, Leorio tapped his foot nervously as you made your way up the complex, notes on the coffee table nearby ready for you to borrow and leave. Opening the door upon your knocking, his face warmed at the sight of you dressed down a little more.

The pretty skirt you were wearing short enough to leave little to the imagination as to what was underneath. The cute top you were wearing clung to your figure and hugged all the right places. The only thing covering your modesty was the oversized jacket you’d left hanging off your shoulders so it technically had no other purpose than a poor attempt at covering yourself.

You smirked as you felt your classmate practically eye-fucking you before even entering his apartment. “Your notes.” you spoke suddenly catching him off guard. He sputtered a few times before straightening his stance and inviting you in, a string of incoherent mumbling leaving his lips as he remained flustered due to you catching him in the act of staring. You could only laugh lightly before sashaying in, the clean apartment scanned by your curious eyes.

“Is this them?” you questioned, fingertips dancing over the paper as Leorio joined you by the coffee table. “Indeed they are. Feel free to copy them I-”

“Is that it?” You cut in, flipping the sheets over to see if he’d written more on the other side of the paper. You could've sworn he’d written more, but supposing from the position you’d been watching him in class in, you'dn't hadn’t been able to tell just how much he was writing.

“It’s more than what you’ve done.” He retorted, nerves already stricken. “True,” You mused as you invited yourself to sit on his couch. “But I would’ve expected more from you.”

“Weren’t you just praising me for my work in class?” He huffed, tips of his ears warming up from agitation. “Yeah, I thought you’d generally worked hard though, I didn’t know you’d done so little though.” Sighing, you read over his pristine notes and decided the information was somewhat useful though. “I’ve done so little? Sorry not all of us are naturally gifted and don’t have to work for our grades!” Leorio snapped, temper teetering nearer the edge with each passing second. “Naturally gifted? I do more than enough work thank you!” You hissed back, sharp edge to your voice as you took slight offence to his claim. “Maybe you’d notice if you weren’t so busy staring at my tits in class all the time!”

Leorio was shocked. You’d noticed that? He thought for sure he was less than obvious but sometimes he’d have to admit he’d lose self control and shamelessly stare. You’d never say anything or react though, so he just assumed you hadn’t noticed. That didn’t matter though, because while he’d hold his hands up in guilt for staring at you, he’d caught you on more than a few occasions staring at his arms and then let your eyes trail down below towards his belt. He never said anything though, certain it’d cause him more of a headache than anything.

“Rich coming from you.” He scoffed as you glared right back at him. “With the way you stare at my belt, you would’ve thought the mark schemes written on there.” Heat rushed to both your face and core as his temper triggered something inside of you.

Leorio’s annoyance was nothing new to you, but this bolder and snappier side to him certainly was. It was hot to be blunt and you’d be damned to give up this chance to get rid of the building tension between the two of you.

Months and months of unspoken desires had been piling up between the two of you despite the fact neither of you had openly voiced them. You unknowing acted upon them though, your hungry staring contest in play for as long as you could remember when it came to classes together. You wanted him and the feeling was certainly mutual, but neither of your prides were weak enough to give in; not yet anyway.

The silence was unbearable, your frustrations growing worse by the second until you giggled. His eyes widened at the sudden sounds of your ringing laugher as you smirked up at him. “Fine then, just admit it, you wanna fuck me as bad as I want you to.”

Leorio’s face twisted in disgust, a mask to wear while he thought of a reply. Of course he did. He couldn't count the amount of times he’d taken care of his own frustrations at night imagining it was your throat around his length rather than his hand. He wouldn’t tell you that though. Not just yet at least.

“You’re disgusting.” Yet he doesn’t move when you press your chest up against his, arms looping around his torso battering your eyelashes up at him. His eyes are heavy with a mix of lust and neediness and sharply fixated on you, awaiting your next move. You almost laugh at his pathetic attempt to deny you, afterall you could easily ridicule Leorio to nothing more than a horny young man which was exactly what he was. He might've been a respectful student and aspiring doctor to the eyes of your classmates, but you knew from the start he’d be down bad for anyone willing to offer just the slightest ounce of attention to. He was just too easy. That’s what you had concluded anyway.

“Why haven’t you kicked me out yet then?” You questioned, index finger trailing up his chest as you cupped his cheek, taunting eyes gazing up at his panicking expression. “You could’ve easily given me your notes and hurried me away, but you didn’t, this is what you wanted isn’t it?”

“N-no.” Leorio choked out, flustered state worsening by the second. You were right, he did want this, but if he was going to do this, there was no way he was letting you take charge. Your presence was already dominating enough in the classroom, but you were in his territory now.

“So I’m wrong?” your finger trailed up to his face to cup his cheek as your taunting eyes flickered up towards him.

Tension and patience finally snapped, Leorio grabs your wrist and pulls it away from his face, his own hands reaching up to hold your neck and pull you in. “Just shut up already.”

He’s kissing you. Just like that. His lips are warm and the kiss is a little messy, but you expected this from the start. Both of you are too desperate to care at this point. You’re sure he’s bruising your lips at this point, he’s kissing you like he can’t take it much longer. All intentions of hiding desperation now forgotten, Leorio forces you to see just how badly he did in fact want this, despite his previous denial.

Your hands reach up towards the back of his neck, fingertips beginning to entangle with the short roots of his har, pulling him impossibly closer. He obliges, grunting in response and slotting his thigh between your legs as he groans again.

Your frustrations spike once more when you feel his free hand hikes up your skirt, long fingers dragging along your thigh. Tracing the outline of your practically useless panties, Leorio lets his finger wander along your wet slit, arousal already soaking the material through and through and you feel him smirk. “And the audacity to play coy with me, you wanted this that badly slut?”

You can hardly register what he’s saying to you as your only focus as of now is having his fingers somewhere a little better than on the surface of your heat. “Take them off.” He demands, voice stern but smile teasing with hints of pride. Not caring to bicker back, you whine but oblige to his wishes not wanting to wait any longer. “So you can follow orders then? Good to know.” He hums in approval, rewarding you with his middle finger dragging over your clit leaving you squirming in his grip. His thigh still firmly between your thighs, you’re denied of clenching them together. He’s staring at you intensely, eyes fixated on your twisted expressions as he teases your cunt a little more before adding his thumb.

With his middle finger tracing up and down your core and thumb drawing small but firm circles on the top of your clit, your mind goes blank. You’d fingered yourself plenty of times, but not as well as your classmate and biggest rival was doing right now. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about you at night.” He sighs, demeanour completely unreadable as he almost looks as if he’s pitying you as he gazes down at your struggling face. You shake your head vigorously, wriggling in his hold in attempts for at least a little more friction. “Most nights.” He confesses with no shame as you let out a gasp as he adds another finger. He’s cautious, but obsessed with the way your walls clench down in his fingers, your arousal coating his fingers each time he pulls out. “M-me too.” You blurt out as his wrist snaps a little faster. He hums satisfied, his suspicions confirmed. He picks up the pace a little more; a reward for your honesty.

You sigh out shakily and whisper small chants of his name. The way your squirming against him has him painfully hard as he grows a little desperate himself. He begins to scissor his fingers in hopes of speeding up the process just a little more, because while he’d love to spend all night holding you in his grip, edging you to the point where you’re begging and crying, his own personal will wouldn’t hold that long, and he absolutely needed to be inside you sooner rather than later.

Arching your back slightly, you whine as he slows down taking in your pretty face. “Please just fuck me already.” You complain, eyes clenched shut as Leorio’s fingers continue their slow work. Grunting in response, he tugs his trousers down, his length springing free against your torso. “Shit.” You breathe out looking down at it.

Leorio’s dick isn’t the prettiest you’ve seen, but he’s definitely the most desirable in both girth and length. He was big, but you would guess that from the start when taking his frame into consideration. He had a few veins running down his dick too, and while he wasn’t the thickest you’d seen, the proportions matched well and you were even lucky enough to notice the slight curve which confirmed the fact you know he’d make you feel good.

Leaving you no more time to admire, Leorio pulled away from you to which you whined at the sudden loss of contact. Sitting down on the couch, he looked up at you and patted his thigh as you quickly stumbled over to him, desperation at its limit. Stopping you before you could sit down, Leorio had you over his lap as he lined his dick up to your entrance. “Sit.” he demanded as your mouth dropped open. He expected you to just sit? So casually too? He must’ve been mad. “I was already nice enough to prep you so why am I waiting?” He scolded, lustful eyes piercing through yours. “-ts too big.” You mumbled, head hung low in shame as Leorio tutted.

“It’s not, you’re not even trying to make it fit anyway.” He scoffed, tensions beginning to build up between the two of you again once more. Nodding your head, you shakily sunk down, eyes flying open as tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes. Crying out, Leorio takes a grain of pity on you as he allows you to recollect yourself. “Last chance before I do it myself,” He warns. “I’ve been generous today, inviting you to my home, letting you borrow my notes and then entertaining your needs, give a little back won’t you?”

Your teeth grit as you prepare yourself to attempt once more, but not before getting in one last snarky response. “Wasn’t it you who was eyefucking me as soon as you opened the door? If I didn’t know any better I’d say you wanted this more than me.” A harsh slap is stricken on your ass as you yelp. “Stop being such a brat, especially after you begged me to fuck you.” He hisses, frustration turning his tone almost angry. “You aren’t fucking me!” You cried out, tears of pent up needs becoming too overwhelming. Your fists are clenching the hem of your skirt and tears are streaming down your face as Leorio looks up at you.

His hands move quickly to his hips as you gasp upon the feeling of your body being pulled down. “You want me to fuck you? Fine, have it your way.” His grip on your hips is firm and you know there will be marks left later, but none of that mattered as of now. The only thing you cared about was having Leorio finally claim you as his in ways you’d imagined while pleasuring yourself most nights. Tears continued to drip down your face as you screamed out Leorio’s name as he plunged his entire length inside of your dripping cunt. It was painful, but slowly, your hips began to move on their own grinding up with his assistance until the two of you built a steady pace turning the pain into pleasure sending your head spinning.

Your tits are fully out and exposed by now, your flimsy top hardly stopping them from spilling out as they bounced at the same pace of your thrusts. Leorio’s eyes stayed focused on them for a while. His pupils gazing up and down at the same rhythm of your chest. He’d experienced the wonders of a female body before, the hunter exam he’d taken over a year ago giving him his first taste of what it really felt like to touch a woman, but this was different. This was a more personal experience, and the fact that he was the one making your body react like this only fuelled his movements as well as his pride.

“Shit- you feel so much better than I thought you - fuck - would!” You moan, your hands gripping his shoulders for support as you feel the coil in your stomach tighten. The praise is sent straight down to his groin as his thrusts are a lot deeper now, hitting against your cervix multiple times over as you start to see stars.

You cry out when he finally hits the right spot, your vision going white as your head tilts back, tongue dropping out your mouth. “There!” You sob. “Right there again!”

Seeing no reason to deny you when you’ve done such a good job of taking him so well, Leorio tightens his grip on your sides as drool begins to pool in your mouth. He leans in close and licks a stripe up your neck before taking a nipple into his mouth resulting in a loud moan to leave your lips. He sucks the sensitive bud as his thrusts show no relent, adamant on hitting the same spot as before.

You’re closing in towards the edge, the knot in your stomach unbearably tight as Leorio continues towards his goal of throwing you over the edge. Pulling away from your chest leaving a prominent bite mark from where he’d had his mouth attached to your nipple, he leans back in to gently lick over the mark. The gentle gesture contrasting the hard thrusts of his hips as he continued to assist in the shifting of your weight up and down his length.

A few more thrusts and you’re crying out his name, a thin line of drool streaming from the corner of your mouth as you come hard all over his cock. You’re so caught up in your own high, you miss the way he smirks at you, but with a gentle twinkle in his eyes. You coming undone is easily the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. The way your lashes cast a faint shadow over your cheeks as your head tilts back and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

While Leorio would love to keep you like this, stay inside you with your expression in place and cum dripping down him, he loses his own self control as just the sight of your fucked out face alone is enough to send him off the edge as he follows suit, loud groan as he fills his load into your dripping hole.

The warmth of his seed spreads through your entire body as your hands drop down from off his shoulders and rest of his chest, the two of you left to catch your breath. The two of you stay like that for just a few more moments. The blissful silence proving all tension, pent up frustrations and emotions had been resolved, the air now perfectly clear.

You flutter your eyes open again, your breathing returning to its regulated pace as you return back to reality. Leorio’s still inside you, his sweaty forehead resting against your shoulders, his breathing returns from ragged to regular.

“Shit.” You breathe out, realisation finally sinking into your head.

“Yeah, shit.” He repeats, tone a lot gentler from before as he lifts his head up to look at you. “And to think you only came by to pick up my notes.”

You laugh a little, his comment stirring not irritation, but genuine happiness through your chest as he offered a gentle smile your way.

“Well,” he spoke, as you gazed back into his now endearing eyes. “I suppose it’s too late for you to walk home.” “If I can even walk at all,” You mused. “You were a lot rougher than anticipated”.

He laughs. thumbs drawings gentle circles on your sides over the harsh marks he’d left on your skin from his tight grip. “What sort of business man would I be if I wasn’t just the slightest bit deceiving?” He hummed. “I thought you wanted to be a doctor.” You humoured back, your hands now finding home around the base of his neck.

“I do, that was a joke,” He said, forehead now resting against your own. “But alongside being a doctor, what I really want,” His voice quiet, barely above a whisper as you nod for him to continue. “Is for you to give us a chance rather than fighting it any longer.”

You smiled and pulled away from him. Head nodding firmly as he gently squeezed your sides. Leorio was right, while the two of you may have had your clases from time to time, there was no denying that there was mutual attraction from the start. Something drawing you into him and that same thing refusing to let him leave.

While the two of you had wasted so much time with petty competitions and arguments, you were certain that now you’d communicated properly, things would be smooth sailing for the two of you from here. Although, you thought to yourself, miscommunication had led you to this very situation. So while you nodded your head agreeing to give the two of you a shot, maybe you’d just have to be a little difficult every so often. Just for the sake of reminiscing and no other reason of course.

#bye no because i’m never writing for him again #i hc him as gen musty and just.. sweaty #i had to imagine someone else while i wrote this sobs #l:eorio stans #this is my pity piece to you i’m sorry your tag is so dry #i’m also sorry i lied #your man doesn’t have the dick i described in the fic #but rather a skinny limp one IM SORRY #i also don’t think he cuts his fingernails even though he’s a doctor #maybe he does idc but they just feel.. yuck to me #ALSO HIS BREATH PROBABLY STINKS IM SORRY #okay.. i’ve got that out my system #followers my beloved.. pls forgive me i’m never writing for him again i promise #i swear on it actually #IT WAS HORRIBLE 😰#BUT I HAD TO SAVE THEIR DYING TAG #leorio smut #leorio x reader smut #hxh smut #hxh x reader smut #🗯pussytalks #hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter x reader

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yukidragon · 4 years ago

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Our Life Snippet - Meet Jeremy

Yep, it’s time for another clip of my novelization first draft for Our Life: Beginnings & Always by @gb-patch. This clip, as the title for this post might suggest, is from Step 2 when Cove, Jamie, and Derek have the misfortune to meet Jeremy for the first time.

I think it’s appropriate to bring out this meme again for the occasion, don’t you?

Glad you agree, Jeremy.

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The trip was spent in comfortable silence as the three teens walked to the beach. From there, they traversed the familiar path to the old playground. Once almost there, they quickly spotted the newcomer in question. His bright, neon green hair and colorful clothing made him stand out like a beacon beneath the rays of the sun.

Jamie found her steps slowing as she noticed the erratic way the boy moved.

The newcomer scuttled back and forth, his face twisted up unpleasantly. He kicked up sand as he paced around the playground like a caged tiger. He was upset, clearly, but it wasn’t sadness written all over his scrunched up face.

No, this boy was angry.

Jamie started to have doubts about talking to the newcomer now. Offering sympathy to a stranger who was sad was one thing, but trying to approach someone who looked ready to go off at the slightest provocation was something else entirely. It was probably best not to bother him and let him sort himself out before attempting to greet him.

Cove hadn’t exactly been eager for this entire expedition in the first place, but seeing the agitated boy with the neon green bowl cut fume and stamp around made what little curiosity he held about the stranger disappear completely. He turned to Jamie as she did the same to him, both of them sharing a look that let him know she was just as reluctant to start up a conversation as he was.

Derek didn’t notice his friends’ hesitation as he continued to walk swiftly closer. He waved wildly to get the boy’s attention, a big welcoming smile on his face. “Hey, guy! Over here!”

The kid with the bowl cut whipped around, his already impressive scowl carving deeper into his face. His orange eyes were tired, but cutting as they pierced Derek with a fierce glare. The friendly greeting almost seemed to make him more agitated, a strong hostile energy practically radiating from him.

“What?” the kid snapped, excessively loud. “What is it? What do you want?”

Derek flinched at the sharp tone. The wind left his sails, and he stopped his approach, instead shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. “Uh… What’s your name?”

“Jeremy,” the boy spat. “Was that it?”

Derek tried to keep his expression friendly, but his smile broke apart a little more the longer Jeremy glared at him. “No I’m Derek, that’s Jamie and Cove.” He gestured to each of his friends in turn. “We were just walking around and saw you. We wanted to say hi.”

It was too late to retreat, so Jamie knew she needed to back Derek up and engage with this angry little boy despite her reluctance. She slipped on the pleasant smile she always wore back at school whenever she had to deal with one of her more unruly peers or stern teachers and raised her hand in greeting. “There aren’t a lot of kids our age in the neighborhood.”

“Yeah!” Derek said, some of his confidence returning from the backup. “So, you know, it’s cool to see someone else here.”

Strangely, the explanation only served to make Jeremy even more furious. His already rigid glare twisted further as his face turned an angry shade of red. If it was possible for steam to erupt from a person’s ears, he would have done it.

“They did bring me somewhere stupid!” he yelled. “Of course! I knew it!”

Jamie winced at the way Jeremy shouted at the top of his lungs and took a step back from him to spare her sensitive ears.

“What?” Cove blurted out, surprised by the enraged reaction.

“My parents!” Jeremy fumed, still shouting but not quite as loudly as before. “They’re the ones who brought me. I didn’t walk to this town! Can you not figure that out on your own?”

“Right,” Derek said, still trying his best to remain friendly in the face of such hostility. “My dad brings me to Sunset Bird too, when he has to come for work and all that stuff. It’s not bad.”

That had apparently been the wrong thing to say, as that earned him a poisonous glare from Jeremy. Derek winced and had to look away, his smile turning into a grimace. It was a struggle even for him to remain friendly in the face of such naked hostility.

“I mean…,” Derek said after a moment, fumbling for a way to recover. “I wouldn’t want to come here for a real vacation, probably, either.”

“That’s an understatement,” Jeremy snapped. “This doesn’t count as a vacation! It’s a waste of time - a chore! My parents’ family is nearby, and we just had to come see them.” With that he let out a wordless noise that encapsulated his frustration and disgust.

Cove awkwardly cleared his throat. “If they’re your parents’ family, doesn’t that make them your family too?”

Jeremy stared at Cove for a moment before he threw his folded arms up into the air. “I guess!”

“That’s… a pretty good reason to come by,” Derek said after a moment’s hesitation. “Did you wanna go somewhere else?”

“No!” Jeremy spat. Once more he crossed his arms before turning away with an indignant huff. “They should’ve gone by themselves, since they cared so much, and left me home. But I’m not allowed to be by myself.” He snorted. “It makes no sense. They’re the ones who don’t know how to do anything. And I’m the kid?”

It was a struggle for Jamie to figure out what to say to diffuse the situation. She didn’t know this Jeremy kid at all, which meant that she had no idea what he wanted to hear right now. Derek’s attempt at empathy was rebuffed, and Jeremy certainly didn’t appreciate Cove poking holes in his illogical arguments. Chastising him for the temper tantrum he was throwing was certain to set him off even more.

“Sorry,” Jamie finally said as she fought back a sigh. “It must suck being forced to do something you don’t want.”

Jeremy flicked his piercing orange eyes at Jamie before looking away. “As if that does anything,” he grumbled.

Well, that was probably the best Jamie could hope for. At least her offering of sympathy didn’t result in another blow up.

Jamie looked from Jeremy to Cove. Derek had made the two sound so eerily alike, but seeing them together made it clear that they were more like oil and water.

Stepping closer to Cove, Jamie lowered her voice. “The two of you aren’t that similar after all.”

Unfortunately, the little aside didn’t go unnoticed. Jeremy clearly had good hearing, as he fixed Jamie with a poisonous glare and scoffed as though insulted. “Uh, of course we’re not similar. My eyebrows aren’t stupid!”

“What?” Jamie said, taken aback.

The clear shock at his assertion threw Jeremy, and he outright gawked at Jamie. “What ‘what’?” he repeated. He then threw his arms out in Cove’s direction. “Look at them! I don’t have to explain.”

Oh. No. He. Did. Not.

It wasn’t the first time Cove heard someone make fun of his eyebrows, but that didn’t mean the insult didn’t hit him hard. An unpleasant heat flooded his cheeks. He was well aware of what a distinctive feature his eyebrows were - far too many people, particularly kids his age, were quick to notice and make comments about them.

Derek grimaced, wincing in sympathy for his friend. “Come on…”

Jamie was angry. All shreds of sympathy she held for Jeremy disappeared the second he insulted Cove. It was taking all of her restraint not to glare down at the gaudy boy and keep her expression neutral as she took a step towards Jeremy. “Apologize to Cove right now,” she said with frost coating every word as she fought not to raise her voice. “You can’t treat people like that.”

Jeremy simply scoffed at the reprimand, not fazed in the slightest by the older and taller teen looming over him. “Okay,” he said snidely. He glanced at Cove. “I’m sorry your eyebrows are so terrible.”

Jamie wanted to punch Jeremy. The fingers of her free hand curled into a fist at her side, but she forced herself to unclench as she shook off the unwanted impulse. This brat was just like the bullies that she sometimes had to deal with at school. It was pointless to rise to the bait; a target was usually what toxic people like Jeremy wanted, and firing back at him would give him just that.

The only thing Jamie would give Jeremy was one parting glare that projected her dislike towards him before she turned her back on him completely.

Jamie shifted her focus instead to Cove. One look into her best friend’s watery ocean blue eyes melted most of the anger from expression away, and she met his gaze with sympathy. She drew in close to give his shoulder a reassuring pat. “Ignore him,” she whispered close to his ear, taking care to be quieter this time. “He’s not worth it.”

Cove couldn’t manage more than a small nod and a feeble smile in gratitude. Although he didn’t like anything that made Jamie mad, somehow it made him feel just a little bit better to know that she was angry for his sake.

Derek was dumbfounded. They had been nothing but nice to this kid, yet all Jeremy could seem to do was rant at and insult them. “Wow, what is wrong with you?”

The pointed question didn’t seem to offend Jeremy. Instead, he parrotted Derek’s words back at him in a nasally voice. “‘Wow, what is wrong with you?’ Waah, waaah.” A distasteful scoff escaped him. “This is dumb.”

With that, Jeremy stuck out his tongue at the three older teens before skulking away, kicking up sand with each step.

Jamie glared over her shoulder at Jeremy’s retreating back until he became a speck in their vision and then was gone completely.

A weighty silence hung over the trio with Jeremy’s departure as they were left to process the unpleasant encounter.

Derek was the first to speak. “I can’t believe it. What a mean kid.”

“No kidding,” Jamie muttered before shaking her head. The worst part was, by the sound of those earlier complaints, that bratty boy Jeremy was going to be in the area for at least a while. Talk about starting the summer off on the wrong foot.

Derek slumped his shoulders and let out a sigh of dismay before plopping down onto the crowd. Jamie joined him in sitting on the sand and Cove followed suit shortly after. The encounter had drained the three of them.

“This suuucks,” Derek groaned. “I was hoping we could meet someone fun. Hang out, maybe.” He shook his head.

After a moment, he turned to Jamie. His depressed expression had shifted into one a little more hopeful. “But… you know what would really improve the day?”

“What?” Jamie asked.

Derek flashed Jamie a small grin as he pointed in her direction, specifically at what she held in her hand.

Jamie blinked down at the fruit bouquet. In all the drama that had unfolded, she had completely forgotten she had been carrying it. She took a moment to look it over; the protective wrapping had gotten a little crinkled, but otherwise nothing seemed damaged.

Lifting her gaze, Jamie saw that both boys were looking hopefully in her direction. She focused on Cove in particular as he gazed longingly at the fruit.

Jamie knew that she shouldn’t, but also she knew her family wouldn’t mind if three of them had just a little bit of the fruit. They did just have a really awful time after all, especially Cove.

“Why not?” she sighed fondly as she gave her friends a smile. “Let’s eat.”

#Our Life Beginnings & Always #Our Life #ourlifeba #Cove Holden #Jamie Last #Derek Suarez #Jeremy King #My Writing #Jamie Leimomi #XOXO Droplets

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caiminnent · 4 years ago

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please, be golden [kylux, rated T]

PROMPT: worked themselves to exhaustion (@badthingshappenbingo, 12/25) & @kyluxzineproject

SUMMARY: After Snoke's death, Supreme Leader Ren and General Hux try to keep the First Order from falling apart—each in their own way.

FANDOM: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

TAGS: Bad Things Happen Bingo, First Order Politics (Star Wars), Diplomacy, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, Established Relationship, Courting, Idiots in Love, Overworked Armitage Hux, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Stimulants

NOTES: Here is my Kylux Standard Zine work to pair with @mi-caw-ber‘s amazing art! Find the art here on Tumblr and weep with me.

Below is only a 1.4k of snippet of the fic; because posting 11k on Tumblr in one go is just... no.

11K || ALSO ON AO3

Ren barges in at 0225.

Rather, Ren bangs his massive paw on the door and waits just long enough to make it technically not barging in before the access panel beeps. He storms past the office space without a stray glance in. The refresher door slams closed a moment later.

Well. That answers how it went.

Hux sighs, slumping in his chair. Figures that Ren would choose now to leave his lair. He couldn’t have shown himself when Hux could use his intimidating presence yesterday, of course not. Couldn’t have defended the Order he’s supposed to be leading against that boar Kratkitki at the holo-conference earlier. No, Hux had to face all that, alone—like he always does.

He ought to cite reports to write and turn Ren away—better yet, let him stay. Would serve Ren well to toss and turn alone while Hux sits in the next room, nearby but unreachable. No help at all.

If only.

Double-checking that the documents are synched, he disconnects his datapad and switches off the monitor, leaving the empty cups lying on his desk. It’s going to be a seven-minute shower, if Ren’s eerie silence is any indication; tidying up can wait.

He’s wrong, for once. It’s full ten minutes before Ren steps out of the refresher in a cloud of humidity and honey soap—long enough for Hux to change and leave a clean set out for Ren, for hygiene’s sake. Ren might be fine with wearing the same clothes for a standard week straight; but he’s not coming anywhere near Hux’s bed in them.

At least Ren stopped taking offence at the gesture.

Ren undresses swiftly, not a care for modesty—his or Hux’s. Keeping his eyes on the clothes he’s folding and putting away, “Your quarters come with a ‘fresher attached as well, surely,” Hux says. A nice one, too, what with having been Snoke’s star pupil back in the day. Ren has no reason to keep coming to Hux’s quarters for a shower. “Unless you destroyed yours.”

The bundle of black fabric floating past halts above the hamper.

Hux’s stomach sinks.

A muscle in his cheek twitching, “Ren,” he sighs, the word sour in his mouth. He was jesting, for stars’ sake. They are—he thought they were beyond meaningless destruction by now, that it had become one of those things: things from their shared past that they could gingerly jest about now, to be openly laughed at one day. Isn’t that why they’re doing this? What’s the point of this if it’s not helping Ren keep his head?

Nothing, obviously.

Hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, “I didn’t destroy my refresher,” Ren says, his voice only slightly raspy with disuse instead of the regular post-tantrum hoarseness.

Then again, if Ren had had a tantrum and gone through his quarters, someone would have heard and reported it to Hux, too. His datapad has been mercifully—mercilessly—quiet the entire delta shift.

A twinge of guilt passes through his chest.

“All right,” he says, because sorry doesn’t belong between the two of them. If they started to apologise for every hurtful word and assumption they have ever thrown at each other’s face, they would be here all month.

Not that the word is likely to exist in Ren’s vocabulary.

“I didn’t!” Ren snaps, the corners of his lips turning down at the perceived insult, body growing stiffer in indignation—on the verge of that tantrum, now. The hovering bundle starts quivering violently.

Stars, it is far too late into the delta shift to deal with Ren’s moods.

Resisting the urge to dig the heels of his palms into his eyes until white sparks in his vision—satisfying as it would have been—Hux forces the lines of his body to relax instead, an invitation for Ren to mirror him. The simplest way to defuse Ren is to give him a lead to follow.

Meeting his gaze, “I believe you, Ren,” he says, mild but clear, honest—at least, honest-sounding enough to give Ren’s building agitation a pause. He doesn’t give Ren time to size up his sincerity before heading to the refresher himself, unlatching Ren’s dirty bundle from empty air along the way.

He doesn’t linger long, still not comfortable going about his full routine while not alone in his quarters. A hot shower to wash away the cycle’s—hells, week’s—troubles would be blissful; but the cubicle is still wet from Ren’s turn and anyway, the idea of undressing again and standing under the spray doesn’t hold much appeal at this hour, even if he already won’t be able to fall asleep soon with the amount of caf in his system.

Besides, the Supreme Leader is waiting.

He half-expects to find Ren still standing there and fidgeting when he walks in; but Ren has already settled in the middle of the bed, a dark lump against the white bedding, the plush duvet pushed to his waist. Ren has done him the courtesy of letting him choose his side, although it matters little when he pulls Hux close as soon as Hux slides under the covers. Hux puts up only the token fight before getting comfortable between Ren’s arms, kicking the rest of the duvet out of the way. Ren runs hot enough to make any extra coverage unbearable within minutes.

They lie in… not peace, but an acceptable approximation of it. His head is buzzing with everything he’ll need to take care of after his first cup of caf later in the cycle; Ren distracts him by nosing at his neck, his ear, his hair before it can latch onto anything specific. For his own sake. When they are—when Ren is being this way, affectionate and indulgent, Hux is foolishly, dangerously willing to dismiss that Ren is the reason his task list is so long. That he wouldn’t even be in Hux’s bed right now had Ren not failed again.

He is too tired to muster up the disappointment.

“Tell me something,” Ren whispers.

“Yes?”

Ren shifts behind him. “No, I mean—talk to me. Tell me about your week.”

He snorts. “You don’t want to hear about my week.” Nor does Hux want to talk about his week, giant waste of time that it has been. Following-up on holo-mails that go nowhere, trying to prioritise the plethora of critical issues they must allocate for in their budget, status reports that show nothing but how the High Command is sitting with their thumbs up their arses while the First Order’s funds dwindle and glory slips further out of their reach. If he were the Supreme Leader—

—but of course, he isn’t the Supreme Leader. Is that not the root of their predicament? Nothing he can offer to potential allies and benefactors will ever be enough to sway them to their cause while the Supreme Leader of the First Order hides away and seeks guidance from ghosts.

A breeze brushes against his mind; mild, warm wind over chilled skin, caked scent of suns over damp ground, raw dough and—

His jaw locks with a click, a lungful of recycled air and faux-honey shattering the deception easily enough. That storm is developing across his forehead again, the spot above his brow pulsing in time with his heart hammering in his throat. “Ren.”

“I’m not in your head,” Ren amends. “I just sensed your… grievances.”

“You are the biggest,” Hux grits out, shifting away—Ren’s arm snaked across his entire middle holds him in place. When did that happen? “Ren. Let go of me.”

“Talk to me,” Ren repeats, chapped lips catching on Hux’s hair. “I can’t ease your mind if you don’t.”

It will take more than half-remembered pillow talk to ease Hux’s mind. It will take more than talking, if they are to solve anything. However, Ren has got a point. Division of work is a key principle in a functional organisation so long as all parties are aware of the big picture—which Ren might not be, having operated outside of the Order for the longest time. Perhaps it’s time for an alternate approach.

When Hux isn’t hurting to sink his teeth at Ren’s bared throat and Ren can be reasonably expected not to fling himself into that temper tantrum they’ve narrowly missed at the slightest provocation.

“Tomorrow,” he promises. Tomorrow, they talk.

#Bad Things Happen Bingo #kyluxfanzine #kylux #Kylo Ren #Armitage Hux #Star Wars #Cai does words #finished fics #please be golden #I can't believe it's finally out

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melodiesofblueroses · 5 years ago

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𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

→ 𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

(In honor of that ur+ card that won’t be coming home)

♡ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Mammon loses a bet with (MC) and is forced to dress up as a bunny butler for a day

♡ 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: Fluff

♡ 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2.0k

♡ 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱: f!reader

It all started with what was supposed to be a small, harmless bet. And that’s exactly what it was, but to Mammon, it was just another tactic for his brothers to exploit him. I mean, come on, a bet to not steal something for a single day? Ha, what a sick joke. He is the Avatar of Greed, that bet was practically impossible for him to win. When there’s an opportunity to make money, his body acts before his brain could process what was going on (his brothers would often argue that he couldn’t think at all). There would be this indescribable desire when he thought up of some money-making scheme, a burning sensation that would physically hurt to resist, a feeling of greed. It was almost as if Mammon’s body was manufactured to respond and act correspondingly whenever he felt the slightest desire to want something, one of the many reasons he couldn’t stop stealing. He just needed to get his grubby hands on some cash.

“Do I really gotta do this?” There was a slight annoyance to his voice, but it was very clear that Mammon was more embarrassed than anything. The way he averted his eyes, the slight pink that colored his cheeks, and the small shuffle he did was more than enough blackmail material. Ugh, and his brothers were all teasing and recording this moment. He was the second eldest dammit! Where was the respect?

“Come on, you lost the bet,” Asmodeus sang, finishing up the touches on Mammon’s outfit. “You’re such an idiot. You made the bet with (MC) knowing that you wouldn’t be able to resist.” Mammon scoffed and crossed his arms. The only reason he agreed to the bet in the first place-besides the fact that (MC) suggested it-was because the reward was tempting. If he had won, Mammon would’ve been treated to a special kiss from (MC) plus a few hundred Grimm that (MC) had laying around her room somewhere, but the latter was of lesser value. How could he say no when he would receive a kiss from his human?

“I never thought I’d see the day,” he heard Lucifer mutter quietly to himself, seeming to enjoy this occasion a bit too much. That sadist.

“Aw, don’t be shy Mammon,” (MC) chimed, a sweet smile gracing her features. “You look great in that suit. No wonder you’re a top model!” Although she sounded so sweet and kind, there was a slight mischievous undertone. Ah, so she was enjoying this just as much as his brothers. “You’re pulling off the bunny butler just perfectly.” (MC) then proceeded to stroke the little fluffy tail that came with the outfit, an action that just made Mammon blush harder. His not-so-secret crush was so close to him, how could he keep his cool?

“Ha, your face is so red,” Leviathan commented, quickly snapping a photo followed by a small ‘ding’ from everyone’s phones. Great, he had just sent that photo to everyone. Mammon was sure to become the laughingstock for the next few centuries.

“I’m slightly amused that you chose for him to dress up in such a provocative manner,” Satan grinned, hand on his chin as he seemed to analyze Mammon. “It’s rather fitting for him, actually.”

“Yep, I thought it’d be fun. A nice change of pace, ya know?” (MC) giggled after her response and proceeded to fix the lopsided bunny ears. Mammon’s heart broke ever so slightly, a bit sad at the fact that (MC) seemed to be teaming up with her brothers in tormenting Mammon. She could’ve chosen any other punishment, but nope, (MC) just had to choose Mammon dressing up as a bunny butler.

“How long do I haveta keep this on?” There was an imminent scowl on his face as Mammon played with the silver rings on his ring and middle finger. This was so embarrassing.

“Hm, how about the whole day? You gotta be my butler after all.” The cheeky grin that followed made Mammon a bit irritated, and he had a sudden urge to slap her, not that he would ever dare to lay a hand on (MC). It was all metaphorical talk.

“You already have a pact with me. What’s the point?”

“It’s kinda amusing seeing you dress up.” There was no malice in her voice, but the words stung a bit nonetheless. Here Mammon was thinking that (MC) was different from the rest of his brothers, but nope. She loved to tease him just as much as the next guy. At least her teasing was a lot more toned down compared to others he was used to.

Alas, the preparations were soon finished, and Mammon was sporting a rather seductive, if you will, look. The bunny ears and tail added a bit of cuteness to his outfit, but the form-fitting white shirt and yellow-accented black vest along with black pants and small black bow from behind his neck upped his sex appeal. He looked like one of those handsome casino workers that everyone couldn’t help but stare at. The attention may have been a bit much, but of course, Mammon didn’t mind it at all. The attention satisfied his greedy nature a bit, so perhaps losing the bet wasn’t all that bad.

Soon enough, everyone went their separate ways, all except for Mammon who was stuck following (MC). She was, shockingly, pretty lenient and didn’t order him around too much, besides the occasional run to the kitchen to go fetch a drink, which she ordered to be served on a silver platter to add a bit to the roleplay.

“Ah, it’s nice to have my own personal butler for a bit,” (MC) sighed, sounding a bit too content. She was currently sprawled out on her bed, watching some video from Deviltube while Mammon stood near the dusty table that lay in the back. Her room was basically used for storage before (MC) was considered for the exchange program, so there were tiny knick-knacks and the like lying around. (MC) seemed to be enjoying herself, which pleased Mammon. He wanted nothing more than for her to be happy, even if it came at the cost of his dignity.

As much as Mammon loved (MC), he couldn’t deny that he didn’t feel all too comfortable in his current outfit. Sure, he was a model, but none of the other demons ever caught his attention, so it wasn’t as if he was embarrassed to dress rather alluringly. (MC), on the other hand, well, she was special, and Mammon grew so shy around her. He wasn’t the type to be straightforward with his feelings and show off when he found someone he liked, so his current predicament was not in his favor. But this was (MC), so he would have to suck it up and deal with it. He should be used to it by now.

(MC) caught on to his rather tense figure and motioned for him to come and sit beside her on the bed, sitting up and making room for him. When he came over, she immediately snuggled into him and wrapped the two of them with the blanket that lay on her bed, as if the two were already an established couple. This action made Mammon blush and tense up even more. Being so close to his crush was obviously a dream come true, but hell, Mammon basically blanked out whenever he and (MC) shared a touch. It was as if his body shut down at that moment, processing nothing but the percieved contact. He wasn’t headstrong, as much as he kept up that act. (MC) noticed how he couldn’t relax and frowned a bit, straightening up in order to face Mammon.

“You know, if you feel uncomfortable I can just call off the bet.” Now, Mammon was a bit shocked to hear this. I mean, just a few moments ago he was pondering on whether or not (MC) had teamed up with his brothers in an attempt to further humiliate him, yet here he was, being proven wrong yet again. How was (MC) not an angel at this point? She sure had the heart of one.

“N-No, it’s fine.” His words came out a bit jumbled, and Mammon averted his eyes so as to avoid (MC). Oh how she was just so adorable. “You won fair an’ square, and besides, the Great Mammon doesn’t need any pity ya know.” As hard as he tried to make it seem like he didn’t care, it was so clear that Mammon would love to get out of this fit. I mean, unless (MC) begged for him to stay in it and perhaps confessed her undying love, but who knows. The fact of the matter is that Mammon wasn’t confident, a bit shocking coming from such a high-end model. It wasn’t as if he had a problem with the outfit itself, more so that he wasn’t sure if (MC) found joy in seeing him flustered. It all boiled down to (MC)’s feelings about him.

“It’s just that, I love you, and I’d never want to make you do something that you’re not comfortable doing.” Immediately upon hearing this sentence, the both of them froze. While (MC) was freaking out over the fact that she just mindlessly confessed to Mammon, the flustered demon was trying to process the fact that she just reciprocated his feelings. Was this a part of the bet? He wasn’t aware of this bit of the deal then. Either way, it felt good to hear that coming from her. If this was some cruel prank, would he be able to freeze time and live in this moment? All he wanted was to feel loved for a few mere seconds.

“Do you, ya know,” he rubbed the back of his neck while trying to find a way to say what he wanted to say without sounding too awkward. “Do ya mean it?” (MC) seemed to pause for a few seconds, the faintest of blush coloring her cheeks. She nodded though, smiling a bit which immediately made Mammon’s heart beat faster. There it was, the answer he had been waiting for all this time.

Whether it was in the heat of the moment or not, Mammon’s body acted before he could even think, and before long, he had connected his lips with (MC)’s in a rather heated kiss. He wasn’t even thinking in the moment of what he had just done, just pleased with the fact that he could finally kiss (MC) after all this time. She had felt the same way as him, and nothing would make him happier. He was always greedy for her affection, her touch, and at long last, Mammon could finally fulfill those desires.

“You’re so desperate,” she teased once they pulled away, looking away as to hide the prominent blush that had festered. There was a slight smirk however, as if she had just gotten the brightest of ideas. Mammon raised a brow at this, excited to say the least for what devious plan she had in mind this time. “Hm, is that all this bunny can do?” Ah, she was using the bet to her advantage, not that Mammon minded in the least bit. Oh no, he in fact quite enjoyed that devious tone and those lust-filled eyes. Now, he was no avatar of lust, but Mammon was still a demon, one of the princes of hell mind you. He often got worked up at times too.

A smirk played on his lips. Oh ho ho, Mammon was just getting started. Gone were the days of his shy lovestruck self. Whether it was the passion and intensity of the atmosphere or not, Mammon grew more confident with each passing second, abandoning that shy side of his for this moment. Before long, he connected their lips once again, the two of them falling onto the bed. He had imagined this exact moment countless times, growing a bit more restless each time Mammon was trapped in his daydream. But now, he was able to make this dream a reality. He was going to savor every moment. This was one bet he was rather proud of losing.

#obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #swd mammon #mammon x mc

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sinner-as-saint · 6 years ago

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Longing

(Post Endgame) Bucky x Reader

Requested by Anon.

“Hi hun so could you please do a bucky reader where you borrow his sweater and then he walks past your room and over sees you masturbating and you are wearing his sweater and he gets so turned on??? Xxx”

Themes: masturbating, smut, dirty talk

A/N: I hope I did well, Anon. ILY!

“Hey Buck! Say, can I borrow a sweater?” you asked, walking into the kitchen.

Bucky looked up from his enormous cup of coffee and simply nodded, flashing you a smile.

“You steal all my clothes. Why?” he asked, not really caring why you did so; he just wanted to talk to you.

He noticed you blushed right after he questioned you. It was no secret that you did, indeed, steal the soldier’s clothes – mainly sweaters and hoodies. He caught you doing the laundry once, and while you were getting the clothes out of the dryer, you picked out his grey, NASA sweater and put it into your basket purposely.

He smiled and decided not to confront you about it. Secretly, he liked seeing you in his clothes.

“They’re much more comfy than mine. You have at least twenty-five of them, can I borrow one, please?” you pleaded, leaning against the door frame in PJ shorts and a tank top.

“Fine. Take whichever you want, doll,” he shook his head smiling, his metal hand picking up the coffee mug once again and brought it to his lips.

You yelled a quick ‘thanks’ as you ran back upstairs. The compound had been rebuilt; but not many lived in it now.

There was no denying that you had feelings for the super soldier. And you were almost 70% sure that he felt the same towards you.

Everyone visited often, but it was mainly just you and Bucky at the compound; which meant that you spent most of your time together. And it only further confirmed that you were slowly, but surely, falling for the super soldier.

You loved sleeping in his clothes. Not just because they were softer than any other material, but because despite being washed – they smelt like him. His cologne lingered in the fabric long after he wore them, and sleeping in it gave you a weird comfort that there was someone else here with you.

Before being an Avenger, you had nobody. Then you found a family, but then Thanos happened and even that was snatched from you.

Now all you had was Bucky. And you couldn’t risk your friendship with him by confessing your feelings for him, so you kept your one sided love hidden.

Rushing into Bucky’s room, you went straight for his closet and pulled out a random sweater. It was a beige one; simple and cozy. You sniffed the soft material in your hands, you were aware how weird the scene would look from another person’s point of view, but you didn’t care.

Bucky’s cologne infiltrated your senses; his signature rosewood scent, mixed with just the slightest hint of nicotine.

Happy with what you found, you made your way back to your room; hoping that Bucky would forget about the sweater because you planned on keeping it.

You stepped into your room and immediately discarded what you were wearing; the shorts and the tank top. Once bare, you slipped on the sweater.

The soft material rubbed against your nipples and a soft whimper escaped your lips, your eyes widening right after the sound left your mouth.

What was that?

You had trouble sleeping that night, you tossed and turned in a desperate attempt to find a comfortable position so that your body could shut down and allow you a good sleep but, nothing helped.

You tried reading but you had already read each and every book you owned at least twice.

You laid in bed, absolutely still; until you finally figured out what the problem was – you were horny.

Instinctively, your hand slipped under the sweater you borrowed from the super soldier and flew straight to your erected nipples.

You pinched and rolled the buds in between your fingers – back arching off the bed in the process, as soft whimpers left your lips.

Your blood rushed to your face as you thought about how much better things would be if it were Bucky’s hands instead of your own.

You thought about how his cold, metal arm would feel against your warm skin, and how skilled his tongue would be against your body.

As your sinful thoughts carried you away in a haze; mind clouded with lust – you didn’t notice that a certain metal-armed super soldier was watching you from outside your bedroom; through the door which was left ajar.

^^^

Bucky couldn’t sleep that night, perhaps because he had too much coffee in the evening. Wanting to tire himself out a little bit, he decided to make his way to the gym downstairs.

Often, he would drop by your door, knock and ask if you wanted to join him as well because he knew that on some days – you had trouble sleeping as well.

He soon reached the hallway which lead to your bedroom, and he noticed that the door was slightly open and the dim light from inside could be seen.

She must be reading, he thought and made his was to your bedroom – glad that he got a partner to work out with.

The soldier had feelings for you, but so as not to make things awkward between the two of you; he decided not to tell you about it. He believed that you only thought of him as a friend, nothing more.

As he approached your room, he thought that his ears are playing tricks on him because he could’ve sworn he heard a soft moan coming through the semi closed door.

His heartbeat increased as he steadily approached the door, soundlessly.

His breathing stopped for a good 2-3 seconds when he saw the enticing sight in front of him.

The lights in your room was dimmed to the lowest and you were lying down on your bed; hair sprawled around your head messily, legs parted, whimpers escaping your lips and your hand rubbing lazy circles over your core.

His lips parted as he took in deeper breaths. He couldn’t believe he caught you in such an intimate act. He knew he should leave just as soundlessly as he came, he knew he should leave. But he couldn’t.

You had him under a spell and his body refused to turn away.

Bucky watched you intently; your head was turned the other way so you couldn’t see him as he inched closer to the door.

He watched how your fingers toyed with your wet folds, and he was so close that he could even hear the obscene sounds – and it made all his blood to rush to his lower abdomen.

He watched how your back arched off the bed and how the delightful sounds left your mouth. Your breathing quickened as your fingers sped up against your core.

His hungry eyes raked all over your body; drinking in your ethereal appearance. He smirked when he noticed that you weren’t wearing anything but his beige sweater.

It was lifted up till you chin so it gave him a clear view of how you toyed with your breasts; it was the first time he noticed how perfect they were.

Sure, he checked you out all the time; but this was different.

Bucky watched how your fingers slipped in and out of your folds and how the palm of your hands rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves.

He was shamelessly enjoying the show, but his entire body froze when he heard the most pleasing sound ever – you moaned out his name in your haze.

“Oh . . . Bucky,” your breaths came in shreds as you moaned his name again.

The sound of his name leaving your lips, right as you were indulged in a provocative act; aroused the wildness in him.

The starved animal in him surfaced once he heard you moaned his name a couple of times more, and he wanted nothing more than to just replace your fingers with his, and attach his mouth to your nipples and touch you wherever he wanted to – marking you as his.

His preying eyes watched with more alertness, taking in every single movement; the rise and fall of your chest as your release got closer, the muscles in your thighs twitching as you pleasured yourself.

His cock twitched in his sweatpants, and his hands itched from holding back from touching you. Bucky wanted nothing more than to just walk in your room, settle himself between your legs and just rock in and out of you until you could no longer bear another stroke of his member against your pulsating walls.

Something in him flipped like a switch. He no longer wanted to you work out with him, he wanted to thrust his cock into you relentlessly until you begged him to stop.

He closed his eyes, and tried to calm himself down; knowing that he shouldn’t be invading your privacy like this.

But the way you were whimpering his name wasn’t helping at all.

Damn you, doll.

Intuitively, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. You were much too preoccupied with pleasuring yourself that you didn’t even notice the arrival of the super soldier.

Bucky approached your squirming body with caution, until he reached the foot of your bed. He watched you with nothing but lust and an insatiable hunger in his eyes.

His sweater being the only thing which barely covered your naked body added to his need to have you. Your eyes were closed, and your lips parted as ragged breaths came through.

“So, this is why you steal my clothes. So, you can think of me while you touch yourself, huh, doll?” his voice rang in your ears and the sound of it immediately halted your actions.

His voice was deeper than usual.

Embarrassment washed over you as you wanted to just disappear. You immediately reached out for the covers and tried to hide your bare body from his hungry eyes.

He smirked as you buried your face into the blankets.

“Shit!” you screamed into the blanket and it came out muffled.

Bucky chuckled darkly.

“There’s no need to hide, doll. I’ve seen it all now. Come here,” he sat beside your covered body and pulled the blanket down, revealing an embarrassed girl whom he had just caught masturbating while she thought of him.

Messy hair, flushed cheeks, and a certain dampness flowing out of your glistening folds – he thought you were the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen, yet he couldn’t wait to ruin you. He couldn’t wait to be buried deep inside you. He couldn’t wait to stretch you to your maximum as he took you, over and over again.

His hands cupped your face; his metal arm felt soothing against your flushed skin and you sheepishly looked at him smiling down at you.

“I bet I feel better than those pretty fingers, doll, don’t you think? ‘Gonna let me touch you? Let me fuck you to sleep?” he asked sternly, sending chills all over your body and his words didn’t help the non-stop flow of desire which escaped your folds.

You nodded.

“Speak up, doll. I know you weren’t shy when you were moaning my name out loud just now. I wanna hear you, tell me, will you let me have my way with you? You’re gonna let me make you cum over and over again around my cock?” he asked again, his vulgar words making you dizzy with lust and the need to have him.

“Yes,” you whispered and he wasted no time in connecting his lips with yours.

His mouth moved feverishly against yours, claiming your lips as his and he pushed you down on the bed; his hands running along your sides as he slowly took his sweater off of your body.

He got rid of his clothes in no time and focused back on you. His lips trailed all over your skin, kissing and biting your neck, collar bones and breasts.

His mouth latched on to your soft swells and he instantly fell in love with the raw taste of your skin.

“Bucky . . .,” you moaned as you felt his tongue gliding downwards on your skin. He stopped right above your dripping heat and placed a kiss over your wet folds, your slick coating his way too pink lips.

The sight was sinful; he never broke eye contact as his mouth latched on to your core. His tongue circled your clit and trailed down to your entrance, teasing the tight hole.

You cried out as his teeth slightly grazed your clit. Your body squirmed under his touch and he loved each and every second of it.

He believed you tasted divine, and he couldn’t get enough of your taste, but he knew he had to be in you soon because he was having trouble controlling himself.

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he spoke, lips wet due to his previous assault on your heat.

His hair was messy and the hair band could barely contain it as your hands ran through it multiple times, tugging at his roots every now and then.

You moaned out loud as he roughly wrapped your legs around his waist, his rock hard member pressing right onto your core.

You started removing the sweater but he seized your wrists.

“Leave it,” he said sternly.

You panted, sighing at the friction caused by his member as he abruptly moved.

“Why?” you whined as you grew more and more impatient for his touch.

“Like it. Like seeing that you belong to me,” he replied, his gravelly voice signaling how possessive he was and you liked it.

Wasting no time, he aligned his tip to your entrance and slipped into you with ease. He immediately started thrusting in you, allowing you very little time to adjust to his size.

Like he fantasized, he stretched you to your maximum; and the sight of your tight hole wrapped around his thick cock was driving him more and more feral with each passing moment.

He rocked into you, and gradually increased his speed as your moans got louder and more and more improper.

“Fuck . . . Bucky, I’m-,”

“No you’re not! Not yet, doll,” he growled and moaned out loud as well as your walls milked him perfectly.

His head dipped down and his lips found yours, roughly kissing you while he pounded into your tight entrance.

His mouth moved to your ear where he whispered the filthiest words you had ever heard. He voiced out all of his vulgar thoughts and you listened in delight.

Your hands found their way into his hair yet again, you pulled at his roots and he groaned in pleasure, and sped up into you even more.

“Fuck . . . God, baby, you feel so g-good,” he moaned out, his breath coming through in shreds as he panted right in your ear.

You cried out as his thumb found its way to your clit; he rubbed the little bud and you were a moaning mess within seconds, squirming under him like he imagined you would. Except, you were better than his imagination.

He groaned and his thrusts got more and more rough, his tip caressing all your sensitive spots as he brought you closer and closer to your orgasm.

Soon, you came with yet another cry of his name. The waves of euphoria washed over you and tears accumulated in your eyes at how good he felt, his thick cock throbbing inside you.

Bucky came right after; pulling his length completely out of you and slamming into you one last time before he fell limp into your arms.

You were both panting, too worn out to move; so you just relished the feeling of having each other.

You felt Bucky’s cum shoot at your walls; his cock pulsating against your walls – dragging another moan out of you.

“Be mine,” Bucky spoke and your previous embarrassment washed over you again.

He lifted his body up and hovered over yours, his hair falling out of his messy man bun.

You smiled shyly and reached out to tuck his hair behind his ears. He was so close that his body heat warmed you as well. And it was something you could easily get used to.

“I’m all yours,” you pecked his nose, causing him to smile down at you. You started getting up to go and get cleaned up, but he stopped you.

Bucky stopped your actions by pushing you back down on your bed.

“Who said I was done with you, doll? I bet you look ravishing on your knees, don’t you, baby?”

His voice sent chills down your back yet again. And the tone he used had you wet all over again, but you weren’t complaining.

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secondhand-trash · 5 years ago

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Baby It’s Cold Outside

Ficmas day 1 aka 6 days till Christmas ouo

A/N: People say that Baby It’s Cold Outside is problematic because no is no but the truth is knowing that under the social construct during the times this song was written, women could not openly voiced their desires without being condemned so they turned to the more subtle approach as per the song might suggest that the woman did want to stay WHICH IN TURNS made it more dangerous for women because consent was blurred. In this essay I will

(If I say that there is a Fleabag reference in this as well, will I get sued?)

Pairing: Sero Hanta x reader

Description: Normally, you wouldn’t pester your boyfriend into staying. But it’s winter, and it’s cold.

Word count: 1755

The song, because who doesn’t love a bit of Ella Fitzgerald?

‘I really can’t stay.’

Sero Hanta was a wonderful person.

He was brilliant, so nice and so sweet, just a lovely person in general. An absolute sweetheart of a friend and somehow an even better boyfriend. So gentle, so caring, so respectful of you and everything you did.

You loved him for it and you most certainly wasn’t complaining about it for the slightest bit, but sometimes it made it hard for you to hint at anything that you didn’t want to outright say it out loud because he just didn’t want to overstep any boundaries.

You weren’t even trying to suggest anything provocative, just wanting him to stay the night and not rush out the door once the clock strikes 10 after a date, that’s all.

The amount of hints you had dropped here and there made you feel foolish. A part of you thought that perhaps you should just get past this odd formality you shouldn’t have with your boyfriend in the first place but the fact that he didn’t even pick up on the most obvious of hints often made you second guess if he just didn’t want to stay behind.

There was always a really valid reason that made any budding thought of straight up asking him to stay vanished from your mind. Early patrols, leftover work that must be finished, a meeting with some important people, all of those made sense and you just couldn’t allow the childish part of you that wanted to be reasonable win over and beg him to leave all those behind.

But you couldn’t. He was so sweet, so considerate and you knew that if you had asked, he would never say no, exactly why you couldn’t do it. Just the idea of you being a burden and holding him back made your stomach churn. In turns, you always ended up watching as the figure of your boyfriend disappeared at the corridor each night, feeling extra lonely when you could literally felt his warmth seconds ago.

Most of the time, you were ok with it, truly. But it was winter, and it was cold, and there was nothing you wanted more than to have someone lying next to you in the morning instead of waking up to a cold, empty bed.

For the short period of time when you laid on the couch in your boyfriend’s arms with a blanket draping across your lounging bodies, you truly felt that life was good to you. The sun already went down hours ago on the fine winter evening, leaving the soft glow of candles lighting up the living room that you and Sero were cuddling in. You wished that this moment could last forever, you had never felt more secure and at ease than being in his warm, loving embrace. Lying lazily on his chest, you could smell the faint whiffs of the musky base note from the cologne you got him for his birthday. It was warm, and the way he mindlessly traced circles on your forearm made you feel like you could fall asleep at any given moment.

Such bliss, you would give everything for this moment to last just a little bit longer.

’Oh, baby don’t hold out.’

You could not hold back the small whine that escaped your lips when you felt the body under yours moved. Sero chuckled, sending the soft vibrations down his chest and hit you in full force. “It’s getting late.”

“Just a little longer.” You buried your head into the crook of his neck to stop him from pulling away. You would hate to be clingy but the heat that was radiating off of him was addicting.

He rubbed your back and you treasured the warmth that he was giving you but he showed no signs of returning to his previous position. “You look tired.”

“I’m getting some quality resting now, can’t you see?” you said, circling around your arms around his waist to stop him from getting up.

You could see a bit of conflict in his eyes but it did not last long as he smiled, “I should really go.”

“But it’s so cold outside! Look, it’s even snowing a bit.”

That was no lie, there was a light dust of snow covering the pavement when you just looked out from the window but it was nothing as significant as you made it out to be. Your sad attempt of an excuse did not seem to have much of an effect as Sero only laughed. “The snow stopped a while ago. Besides, I’ll have to leave somehow even with the snow.”

Or you don’t have to.

You pouted and doubted if he simply didn’t take the hint or did it intentionally. “It’s warmer in here, what if you catch a cold?”

“It’s fine, I have an extra coat with me.” He said, motioning to the heavy jacket that was messily thrown onto the nearby chair when he got to your apartment.

“The last bus just left.”

“Yeah, but the next one is in 10 minutes. I just checked.”

“Well-”

Sero broke you off with a chaste peck on your lips and held your cheeks in his palm. “Look, I’ll call you once I got back. Ok?”

Normally, you would shove down all the budding thoughts of being just a bit unreasonable and ask him to stay at that. But it was winter, and it was cold, and you really didn’t want to be alone that night.

’Ah, but it’s cold outside.’

“Sero, can you stay?” you gulped as your voice got smaller, you had no idea why you were so timid because that was your boyfriend you were talking to but the nerves just boiled up, “Please? Just tonight?”

The pounding of your heart pulsed through your ears as he paused, looking almost dumbfounded by your request. Perhaps it wasn’t about him not picking up on hints after all.

The weight on your shoulder lifted away as the corner of his lips turned upwards to form a wide grin. He slowly slid down the couch once again and you let out a soft sigh as you felt the warmth against your body once again.

The cripst sheets of your bed ruffled and the mattress dented as Sero slid under the covers next to you. He was clad in an old shirt of his that you stole a while ago and as he held you in his arms, you smelled that the musky scent of his cologne was overpowered by the fresh smell of your shampoo, something about it so uniquely Sero that it sent your heart fluttering.

He muttered in your ear as you intertwined your legs in his, “I was wondering when you are gonna invite me to stay the night.”

You looked up accusingly, “What do you mean? I’ve been hinting it here and there every time you come over.”

“Hm, so that’s what those are.”

You gave his arm a light smack as he only laughed when you glared at him, “So you’ve noticed?”

Sero didn’t seem to mind the protest as his laughter only grew louder when you tried to break out of his tight hold on you to stare at him in the face, only to subconsciously lean towards him once the contact was gone. “Yeah, but you were never clear about it so I didn’t bring it up.”

“You were the one who was always eager to leave on time.”

“You never asked?”

“How was I supposed to ask when your reasons all sounded so valid? I don’t want to look like an unreasonable brat.” You whined, slightly infuriated that you went through so much doubt on that matter but he didn’t seem to get why.

You whining was cut short when he pulled you into his chest, successfully muffling your voice. Despite your still lingering annoyance, you melted into his touch at how warm he felt. It felt safe, it felt right to be in his arms in your bed.

“It’s ok, you can act a bit unreasonable towards me when you want. I’m your boyfriend, I’m supposed to spoil you rotten.”

You hummed in response to his sweet words as he pulled away just enough to let you lie down in a comfortable position. Watching the way his chest slowly rise and fall in a steady rhythm, you closed your eyes, treasuring the warmth you would never get no matter how many blankets you pile onto yourself as you drifted in deep slumber with the nicest dream you had ever have.

Still hadn’t woken up completely, your hand went up to your eyes to shield them from the morning sun that shined through the tiny gap of the curtains. How was it the morning already? The bed was warm and you had no intention of leaving it anytime sooner.

Shifting on the mattress, you turned to face the back of your boyfriend who was still sound asleep. He turned a blind eye on you stealing this exact shirt from him for a reason, it was a bit too tight on him for his liking but at that moment, you silently decided that you would pester him into wearing more fitting clothes from now on. You had known that he had good physiques from his line of work but you truly felt like you didn’t show him enough appreciation on how nice the lines of his muscles look before. From the defined muscle of his back down to his biceps that flexed under his small movements, connecting to his elbows that you found oddly attractive to look at. Wonderful, dating this man made you attracted to tape dispenser.

And not to mention his neck.

God, his neck. His beautiful neck.

You smiled when Sero rolled back to look at you, his eyes barely opened.

“Mornin’.”

The way his voice sounded so much deeper in the morning sent shivers down your spine.

“Did you sleep well?”

He groggily mumbled into your neck after pulling you closer to him once again. “You’re warm.”

You hummed in amusement, gently stroking the back of his head as he sighed in content. “Let’s stay like this for the whole day, I have the day off anyways.”

You snickered but didn’t object. “Sure, why not.”

It’s too cold to go outside anyways, at least it was warm right where you were.

‘Ah, but it’s cold outside.’

#bnha imagine #sero hanta #sero x reader #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #sero imagine #bnha #boku no hero academia #sero hanta x reader #sero hanta imagine

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flightfoot · 4 years ago

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Now finally, the opportunity to reconcile and regroup. The kids have been put through some scary, traumatizing experiences in previous chapters, and they need to talk it out, to have that catharsis.

AO3/FFN

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Marinette fell to the ground in a heap. She shook her head, trying to clear it.

WAIT.

SHE SHOOK HER HEAD.

SHE COULD CONTROL HERSELF AGAIN.

What had even been up with that?

She looked around. Dread pooled in her stomach.

Surrounding her were gleaming white walls with a white floor and ceiling. In front of her was a tall, ornate door.

She’d never been here before.

She didn’t know how she got here.

Last she remembered…

She and Adrien happily devoured their Sweetheart ice creams themed after each other, Alya and Nino doing the same on the other side of the picnic blanket. They still needed to keep their dating a secret, but well… there was no fooling Andre. When Marinette had asked for ice cream for herself and a friend, he beamed, gave her a wink, and handed over the two ice creams.

Considering the dark chocolate cat ears on hers, she wondered just how deep Andre’s magical powers went. Tikki and Fu had referenced there being other magical forces in the universe besides the Miraculous, but hadn’t gone into detail beyond that. Probably for the best. Between fighting akumas and fighting homework, along with her hobbies, she didn’t really have the time nor mental capacity to learn much about magic.

Thankfully, Fu had decided to primarily train Nino as a Guardian candidate, though he still filled Marinette (as well as Adrien and even Alya now) on some of the more immediate need-to-know stuff, like the capabilities of each of the Miraculous, in case one of them needed to hand them out or use them in an emergency.

She hadn’t realized what a nagging fear of being pushed into Guardianship she’d had until that weight was lifted. Especially since giving UP being Guardian, apparently often meant losing memories related to the Miraculous – even if only tangentially related. There was a way to pass on the role WITHOUT losing memories, but Fu hadn’t been told what it was before the Order was devoured.

With the Order now restored, they wanted to drop by at some point. Well… she, Adrien, Alya, and Nino did at any rate. Fu still carried a lot of guilt about what happened all those years ago. Even if the temple, monks, and Miraculous were restored, those years were gone. Everyone in the temple would have to adjust to a world nearly two hundred years ahead of what they were used to.

He said he’d still go, but he clearly felt some reservations about it. She wished she could help, but… well, beyond just being there to support him, she didn’t know what else she could do.

To carry that level of guilt for so long… she couldn’t even imagine.

At least if Fu felt like he couldn’t go at the last minute, technically he wasn’t required. While she highly doubted that Tibetan monks from the 1800s would know French, it was highly likely that at least a few of them would be fluent in Mandarin Chinese, so Adrien could translate. Or the kwamis could if need be (though they’d rather not detransform right away, so they were a definite second-place option).

She smiled warmly as she took another lick of her ice cream.

…Why did it taste like salt?

Frowning, she looked at her friends, ready to ask them if their ice creams had any weird flavors she hadn’t remembered Andre mentioning.

But they weren’t looking at her, or even each other.

But instead overhead and a bit behind her.

She just had time to turn around before the sparkling white particles enveloped the four of them.

Ok, so that was weird.

Maybe it was an akuma or some of that other magic Tikki’d alluded to.

Wait, Tikki!

Her hands flew to her ears.

THE EARRINGS WERE GONE.

Oh CRAP.

She really hoped this was a non-akuma. If Hawkmoth got her and Chat’s Miraculous…

*THUNK* *THUNK* *THUNK*

Marinette whipped around.

Adrien, Alya, and Nino were on the ground, looking like they’d arrived much the way she had.

Alya fidgeted, then collapsed into tears, scooting away from everyone else looking terrified.

Adrien seemed to be in slightly better shape… but only slightly. A look of fear passed over his face when he saw Marinette but it was quickly quelled, though she could still see a spark of nervousness in his eyes. He didn’t seem to have any negative reaction to Nino and Alya at least.

As for Nino, he appeared to be in the best shape. He looked calculating, frowning at everyone and ready to move at a moment’s notice, but he didn’t seem like he’d collapse at the slightest provocation.

What had HAPPENED to her friends?

“Alya?” she called. Alya seemed to be in the worst state, so best to start with her first.

“St-stay away!” Alya scooted back, shaking her head. “I don’t know when that- that THING will take over me again! I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t want to hurt anyone, so wh-why, why-!?”

Her voice trailed off into muffled sobs as she curled into a ball.

Hesitantly, she crawled over to her. Nino and Adrien watched her suspiciously, as if afraid Marinette would attack her.

As they took in her expression, the looks softened.

“You’re the real Marinette, aren’t you? Not- not an evil doppelganger?“ Adrien asked hopefully.

Evil doppelganger?

Had they been trapped the way she’d been?

“It’s really me,” she confirmed, inching closer to Alya. Alya looked up briefly, but didn’t flinch away. “What happened to everyone?”

Haltingly they took turns telling their stories. Alya went last, pausing several times while telling it, her voice devolving into sobs. Not that Adrien or Marinette had managed to get through their stories without needing to take a minute.

Only Nino’d been able to get through his without pause, likely because he hadn’t experienced the same sort of thing the others had. He seemed less traumatized, and more mad.

Alya had calmed down slightly since they’d started. Whatever the thing that’d made each of them be horrible was (well, aside from Nino apparently), it seemed to have left them for the moment.

Which meant it was probably time to bring up MORE bad news.

“…You guys don’t happen to be hiding your Miraculous, do you?”

Or Nino could bring it up. Come to think of it, he HAD glanced at his wrists a few times…

Terror flashed through Adrien’s and Alya’s eyes as they frantically checked their Miraculous’s usual resting spots, coming up empty.

“He’s- he’s gone,” Adrien murmured, staring off into the distance.

“Trixx too!” Alya cried, starting to hyperventilate. Marinette didn’t blame her. She’d only kept it together this long by slipping into ‘crisis mode’, and with how much more intense Alya’s nightmare was over everyone else’s (though she had a feeling Adrien may have been downplaying his own nightmare), she was surprised she was as focused and alert as she was.

She herself had to keep shoving Tikki out of her mind – something she hated doing, but she’d be no good to Tikki if she was collapsed on the ground having a panic attack, nor any good to the others. She had to remain strong.

“Ok so, I know this looks bad. We’re stuck in a blank white room placed by a mysterious force that can hijack our bodies, with no clue how long we’ve been here, how long we’re GOING to be here, where we are, how to get out, how to get food and water so we don’t DIE, where our kwamis are, whether whatever took them has put them in a nightmare of their own or rewritten reality or is destroying the world and our family and friends and we can’t do anything about it and maybe they’re already gone and-! ”

Pressure enveloped her on all sides.

Oh.

Maybe she wasn’t quite as together and calm as she thought.

But… maybe she didn’t need to be.

“We’re here,” Adrien told her, arm wrapped around her. “Whatever’s going on, we’ll figure it out together.”

“I’ve got you, girl,” Alya said

They all pressed up against her – though she noticed that Alya kept her arms mostly behind the two boys, squishing them all together in a group hug but keeping herself from being in a position where her hands could easily reach her.

She really, REALLY wanted to punch who or whatever force made Alya afraid that her own BODY would rebel against her and make her hurt her. She had a feeling that Alya wouldn’t be able to force herself to do so, considering the violence she’d been forced into committing – but she herself had no such qualms. Though Nino might beat her to the punch.

“The four of us are a team, dude. We’re not going to let some messed-up fake worlds stop us.”

She was so very glad Nino hadn’t had to go through the same things they had – what he went through was bad, but less outright traumatizing, and they NEEDED someone who was slightly more emotionally stable right now. Slightly.

The four of them just hugged for a moment, feeling the confirmation that yes, they were all here, they were all alive.

But after a few minutes they needed to, regrettably, break apart slightly and talk more about what’d just happened – though they didn’t separate completely, and continued to sit cuddled up against each other.

“Maybe if we look more deeply into what happened in our nightmare worlds we can figure out what’s going on?” Marinette suggested. “Plus… well, probably best to talk it out some more. I don’t think we’ll be able to distract ourselves from them – not with still being trapped in whatever-this-is – so best to deal with it now, before we have to move on.”

The others nodded, glancing quickly at the looming door before looking away.

Alya fidgeted, shuddering slightly. “The- the level of violence and hatred running through that… that mind prison I was trapped in, in mine… I just… it was so toxic and foreign and I was just along for the ride and couldn’t stop and… and…!”

She made choking noises, unable to force more words out.

Marinette cuddled closer to Alya, Adrien and Nino joining her, giving silent encouragement.

A moment later, Alya’d calmed down enough to continue. “I- I felt how much I HATED you, Marinette. How much I just wanted to hurt you. I know it wasn’t me, wasn’t my emotions, but I still… they were still running through my brain, I still felt them, even though they didn’t belong to me. And I still felt that Marinette’s struggling and saw her terror. When I close my eyes I still see her looking back at me, and I’m terrified that at any moment, that thing will return, and you’ll look at me the same way.”

Marinette took Alya’s hand, looking her intensely in the eyes. They were red and shiny with tears. “If that thing returns… Alya, I’d NEVER look at you that way. Because I KNOW you. I KNOW you’d never do that. I’d never for a second think you were acting of your own free will. I’d work to free you, same as when you were akumatized.”

She took a deep, shuddering breath. “And… and I do have an idea at least of how you feel, even if mine wasn’t as bad. How it feels to have some other toxic thoughts running through your head that don’t belong to you, to say things you’d never say. It’s NOT YOUR FAULT. It wasn’t you, and what happened, what thoughts ran through your head, what whatever that was used your body to do – it says NOTHING about you as a person.”

Alya gave her a small smile, sniffling a little. “Th-thanks, girl. I needed that.”

Looking at Adrien’s shiny eyes and noticing the wetness around her own, Alya wasn’t the only one who needed to hear that.

She just hoped none of them had to go through that again. Thinking of how badly Alya got it, and the versions of herself that Adrien and Nino met… it could’ve been MUCH worse. If she’d been transported into that version Nino met especially… well she doubted she’d be in much better condition than Alya was now. Nino hadn’t quite been able to force himself to repeat everything that Not-Marinette had said, but the highlights he gave? Especially of what that… that entity had thought about Adrien, had wanted to happen to Adrien?

If she’d been in THAT being, she’d probably have thrown up as soon as she regained control of her own body.

They didn’t know what would happen when they went through that giant door, tried to go somewhere else. Heck, for all any of them knew, they could be thrown back into those nightmares at any minute.

…Okay maybe time to think of something else. Think and talk about something she could actually control.

“I- I wanted to talk about some things. Some things that nightmare world confronted me with. Made me realize.”

She took a moment to gather her thoughts. The nightmare in her world may have twisted both her and Adrien… but it may have had some points as well.

Locking eyes with Adrien, she continued, trying to keep her voice calm and clear. “In my nightmare world, that Adrien was horrified at how I’d assembled a schedule of his week, down to the minute without his knowledge or consent, and how I’d stolen his phone that one time and… well, I just… I needed to get that out there. Needed to let you know that I did do that. And I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have, I… I just really wanted to know where you were and what you were doing, know everything I could find out about you that I was still too nervous to ask you, and then I called you and fumbled it and called you ‘hot stuff’ and I had to get it and delete the message before you heard it and I… I panicked and used the schedule to figure out when I could steal your phone so I could delete it. When Alya was talking about me stealing phones awhile ago, when we found out each other’s secret identities? That’s one of the cases she was talking about.”

Adrien blinked. “Oh. So THAT’S why that went missing. Wait that means-“

He turned his head to look at Nino. “I was totally right, it WASN’T in my bag, I knew I wasn’t just tired! Ha!”

Turning back, he gave Marinette a fond look. She melted a little. Even after being together for a little while now, just seeing the looks he gave her turned her to mush. “Sorry about that. Nino teased me for WEEKS about how easily I lose things after that incident.

Anyway; seriously Marinette, it’s fine. I don’t mind. I would’ve just deleted it if you’d asked, but I’m not mad at you for any of that. I don’t think that’d even be possible. And I’m not sure what the problem with the schedule is?”

He didn’t see the-? Looking at his slightly tilted head and his curious expression, he genuinely didn’t seem to understand.

…Come to think of it, he was a celebrity, and it’s not like he’d ever had anything like “privacy” or “consent” taken into account so long as they conflicted with his father’s desires at all, and regular citizens often didn’t either. Being forced to wear a Chat costume for Clara’s music video, along with everything that went down when half the city chased him around after that one ad was released, showed that well enough.

Not too shocking that he didn’t see any issue with her having assembled his schedule then, or not being at all upset for her stealing his phone.

While she was glad he wasn’t angry with her, she REALLY wanted to teach him more about things like ‘boundaries’ and ‘privacy’. He was worryingly lax about such things, and she was pretty sure it was because he’d never been taught they were things he was allowed to have.

She might not be able to stop his boundaries from being violated (she’d seen how uncomfortable he looked in that selfie Wayhem took with him when they first met) or from other people invading his privacy, but she could at least make sure that she herself wasn’t one of those people.

And… maybe let him know why the schedule was slightly iffy. Give him an idea of what to look out for.

“I didn’t ask you before gathering the info for it. I didn’t have to really look for it, I just overheard what you told Nino about your schedule and tracked your comings and goings, I didn’t break into anything or follow you, to be clear, but… the reasons I had for making the schedule weren’t necessarily the greatest? Like if I’d’ve been keeping track of it so I could better coordinate with you for something or to throw you a surprise party, that would’ve been one thing, but… I used it for stealing your phone for selfish purposes instead. And even before that, I just kinda wanted to know where you were, which… yeah without letting you know about it was something I probably shouldn’t’ve done. My nightmare world may have had a point on that.

I abused that knowledge of your life in order to do something you didn’t know about and I knew you wouldn’t have approved of. I’m glad you’re not upset but… if someone does that, you know you’re allowed to be, right? Like, you might get in trouble with your father if you express it towards him, but you’re allowed to feel that feeling. And if someone tells you that you’re not allowed to have privacy, that they have every right to snoop around your life without your knowledge, especially to do something that ends up hurting you or the people you care about… you might not be able to do much about it if Gabriel’s involved, but… it’s wrong. And I shouldn’t have been one of the people doing it in the first place.”

He looked at her thoughtfully. “I still don’t totally get it, but… thanks. I’ll try to keep that in mind.”

His mouth quirked downward, and he grimaced. “About boundaries though… I was wondering about that? One of the things that I was forced to do, forced to think was about how we belonged together, and keeping on saying so after Ladybug had already said ‘no’, and… wanting it as some sort of power thing! And I know I’d never do what that thing made me do and think, as far as pressing when you’re uncomfortable and scared, wanting to control and dominate you, but… I have sometimes said some stuff like what that thing made me say. What it said. Like talking about how we belong together, which… I’ve mostly talked about that alone, but… I just want to see whether I’ve been hurting you at all.”

Ah. Yeah, she could see that. And well, his nightmare hadn’t been completely wrong… but it wasn’t right either. “I know what it’s like to have an intense crush, kitty. How much and how fervently you want and believe that you should be together. I’m not going to begrudge your feelings. You can’t control that. And I do admire how open you can be about them! That’s something I wish I was better at.

I didn’t even realize you had a crush on me, genuinely, until that rooftop dinner you set up – I thought it was just part of this gentlecat persona you present. But… well, you have occasionally pressed when you shouldn’t have. Not very hard, but hinting about maybe us getting together one day during the interview with Nadja when I was trying to shut her down wasn’t very helpful. I can see now why it didn’t register to you that Nadja was prying though, was getting too personal. I’m guessing that wasn’t too unusual by your standards?”

Adrien nodded. “Father’s been having me do more interviews for Teen magazines lately, and they can get… well, Nadja was one of the less… intense interviewers I’ve had lately.”

Marinette winced. She’d read some of those interviews. She didn’t want to know what questions HADN’T made it to print.

“You were generally pretty good at keeping your feelings in check – and trust me, I KNOW how hard that can be – just be careful about the ways in which you show them. I’m glad you let me know you had feelings for me, but doing so more publicly like with that interview can feel like putting pressure to reciprocate. And generally speaking, saying anything that presumes that the other person will change their mind isn’t a great way to phrase things. I never felt any fear or even really uncomfortable around you, I KNOW you’d never go too far and I don’t blame you for this at all – I’m able to work through this kind of thing with my parents, and I know that until recently, you didn’t really have anyone to do that with. I just recommend talking out what to do with an adult, someone you can trust. Maybe Fu? He doesn’t have much experience in the romance department or with connecting closely to other humans though. You could always talk with my parents at least? They may be biased, but I think they’d be your best bet.

He nodded. “I will. I’ve been thinking of dropping by more anyway, if I can get away with it.”

Biting his lip, he paused, then continued. “…There was one other thing. In my nightmare world, Not-you talked about how I was useless. How I couldn’t concentrate. That I goofed around too much. How I couldn’t do my job, and that it was my fault when people got hurt.”

She did remember him talking about that earlier when he was recounting his story, come to think of it. It was remarkably similar to her own nightmare world, actually, except that the versions of herself and Chat in Adrien’s nightmare were a lot harsher and more sneering and were just plain more horrible all-around than in hers.

It wasn’t any truer in his world, than it had been in hers.

“Adrien. Chat. NO. You’re the best partner I could ever hope for. Sometimes you might joke when I need to concentrate, but… overall? I’m glad you have a sense of humor. That you help keep things light and fun. If I didn’t have someone to joke and laugh and just plain have fun with during akuma fights, I think I’d burn out. I spiral easily, and you help keep that from happening. Plus it’s not like I don’t joke back. Just try not to joke too much while I’m concentrating hard on figuring out what to do, I just don’t have the bandwidth to devote to it right then.

The other thing though? It is NOT your fault if people get hurt! Remember what I told Hawkmoth back when he was trying to blame us for the damage his akuma did? ‘Don’t reverse the roles here’. It’s HIS fault, NOT YOURS. He’s the one who sets it all up, who tries to hurt people. Don’t let someone try and deflect the blame back onto you. HE’S the real bad guy here.

And if I ever made you feel useless… I’m sorry. I would NEVER mean that. I couldn’t do this without you. Or at least… I wouldn’t want to. And I’ll tell you that as often as you need it, until you believe it.”

He gave her a small smile. “Thanks.”

The four of them sat in silence a minute as it grew increasingly uncomfortable.

“…Does anyone else have anything they need to talk through? To get off their chests?” Marinette asked hopefully.

The others just stared back at her.

Crap.

If there was nothing left to talk about, to settle…

She took a deep breath. “…I guess it’s time to see what’s on the other side of that door.”

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(A/N) These kids love and care about each other. And realistically? YES, they sometimes have issues. YES, they sometimes do things wrong. But they're not malicious about it, and they'd talk it out. Nothing any of them have actually done is worth destroying them over.

I figure that Alya would be the worst affected by the salt towards her. Not only is it extreme, but that kind of trauma isn't something she's used to dealing with.

Considering Adrien's reactions to his father's abuse and the trauma of the time loops in Desperada, with how he at least attempts to shrug them off and generally doesn't show a ton of outward signs of how bad things are, I think that most of the trauma from the way he's salted would just get tossed on the trauma pile with everything else he's endured. It'd be bad, but he wouldn't SHOW how bad.

Plus I pulled back on the extremeness of Adrien salt. The worst of that particular variety of salt tends to have him attempt to or succeed in sexually assaulting Marinette, and that is NOT something I'm gonna cover in detail. Just no. Chapter two's rendition of that salt is as much as I'm gonna cover on that aspect of salt towards him.

#Divergent Points #Miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #ml fandom salt #fandom salt #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #adrien agreste #nino lahiffe

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thestruidora · 5 years ago

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The Renegade

Supernatural Fanfiction

Rating: Explicit

WARNINGS: This story will contain but it’ll not be limited to explicit 18+ content including Obsessive Behavior, Smut, Car Sex, Shower Sex, Edging, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Fluff, Oral Sex, thigh riding, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Love Triangle

Category: F/M

Pairings: Sam Winchester/Original Female Character, Dean Winchester/Original Female Character and Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester/Original Female Character

Summary: An angel is a spiritual creature, who dwells in heaven and serves as a messenger between God and the human race. They have no desires of their own, that is to say, they have not been given free will, as with men, and were created with the sole purpose of giving glory and fulfilling their Lord’s plan. For this reason, Eva would always be a renegade amongst her kin. A fallen angel receives no compassion or mercy, it is a black sheep strayed from its flock.

Author’s notes: Ok, so, I know, it has been a minute. Bear with me.

Chapter Three

The Times They Are A-Changin’

“The battle outside ragin’ Will soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin’” — Bob Dylan

“Witness? Witness to what?” Sam inquired in the midst of the confusion, the dust from Bobby’s living room being risen due to the strong winds.

“We need to go somewhere safe.” Bobby said before Eva could answer, gathering as many books as quickly as he could while he felt the atmosphere get cold, the breath he let out visible in the suddenly chilly air. “Follow me.”

They moved fast, trying to cover their eyes from the harsh air with their hands. The older man in front, guiding them as they went down through a flight of stairs into a lower level of the house that neither Sam or Dean had ever seen before. Opening a strong, tick iron door, Bobby allowed the three to enter into a special room before he got in himself, closing the door behind him.

The basement room was made entirely of iron and covered with pentagrams and Devil's traps. Sam and Dean took a good look around, not believing in what they were seeing.

“Bobby, is this...” Sam began, moving in to touch one of the walls.

“Solid iron. Completely coated in salt. 100% ghost-proof.” Bobby responded, a proud look on his face as he started to lay down the books he held on top of a small table nearby.

“You built a panic room?” Eva asked, sounding genuinely impressed, her eyes inspecting the writings on the walls.

“I had a weekend off.” Singer replied, shrugging while focused on the literature in front of him.

“Bobby.” Dean said, eyes landing on a poster of a swimsuit model that had been plastered on the wall around all other anti-supernatural symbols.

“What?”

“You're awesome.”

“I don’t know how awesome I feel right now, boy.” Bobby sighed, fixing the cap on his head and turning from his reading to the boys, receiving a puzzled look from them as he frowned in weariness. “There’s a bunch of angry ghosts out there and we can’t stay here forever.”

“We won’t have to.” Eva murmured in a distracted ton, seeming concentrated on the writings on the walls still, unaware of her hold on the three man’s attention on account of what she had said.

“Care to elaborate on that by any chance?” Bobby spoke when he realized she would not.

“Oh.” She finally acknowledge them, brown eyes darker in the low lighting of the panic room, a nonchalant report in her features as she proceeded to explain. “I know a spell, but I will need some things from the kitchen and the spell has to be cast over an open fire.”

“The fireplace in the library.” Sam was quick to suggest, looking fixedly at the way Eva kept trying and failing to remove the curly hair of her bangs from her forehead, as if unaccustomed to the feeling.

“Perfect.” The angel let out, giving up on the task and bringing her hands down in a frustrated motion.

“Hey, hold on a second there, Chief.” Dean’s voice filled the small area, bringing Eva’s attention in his direction, a slight grin of irritation forming by the side of her lips and in the gleam in her eyes. “My brother here is clearly infatuated by your…” His hazel orbs scanned her body up and down before he continued. “Godly attributes. But before we go anywhere near that door, risking our lives for a spell that you just pulled out your ass…”

“Oh my God.” Sam closed his eyes, head tilting up in disbelief.

“I’ma need some answers from you.” The dirty blonde haired man finished, crossing his arms on top of his chest, the muscles expanding in volume by the change in posture and creating a more imposing figure.

“Sure, Denny. I’m an open book.” The sound of Eva’s timbre was sweet and upbeat while she offered Dean two good blinks, a sarcastic smile adorning her face.

“Alright.” The older brother’s tough exterior faltered a bit as he was surprised by the angel’s cool demeanor, but taking a quick moment to clear his throat, he pulled through. “Let’s start with these ‘witnesses’. Why are they here?”

“They’ve been risen. That’s why it’s called the Rising of the Witnesses.” She responded, short and condescendingly, but the dark-skinned woman’s allusiveness was not lost on Dean.

“Who rose them?” He inquired.

“I’m not sure, but whoever it was, they did it on purpose.” The hunters shared a look, an intrigued frown in their features. “See, these ghosts, they were forced to rise. They are called Witnesses because they have witnessed the unnatural. None of them died what you'd call ordinary deaths. They woke up in agony. They're like rabid dogs. And the fact that they are all people that hunters, like yourselves, couldn’t save, it’s not a coincidence.”

“So you’re saying that who did this was targeting us?” Sam questioned.

“Most probably. Y’all do have some unfriendly acquaintances out there.” The way that she said it, so full and heavy with irony, plump lips moving around the words so slowly, finally became apparent to the taller Winchester, who gave out a puzzled look.

“And that’s why you’re here, Little Angel? To protect us?” Dean’s tone was challenging, provocative.

“Not quite.” Eva answered, punctuating her syllables. “Whoever did this had big plans. These ghosts being here is just the beginning. They are a prophecy, a sign.”

“A sign of what?” The siblings spoke together, their voices blending into each other, the same apprehension in them.

“The Apocalypse.” Her guise didn’t shift the slightest, keeping a serene composure while uttering her reply.

There was a sepulchral silence in the room. Bobby lowered his head and let out a long breath, a kind of recognition in his features, as if he already suspected that to be the truth. Sam’s eyes grew twice their seize, and he kept staring at the angel without blinking once, as if waiting for her to reveal that she had been joking. Dean’s mouth formed and reformed words that were never pronounced, his lips agape in a circular shape, brows knitted together in deep thought as he processed the repercussions of what was said, before he finally spoke.

“Apocalypse? The apocalypse, apocalypse? The four horsemen, pestilence, $5-a-gallon-gas apocalypse?”

“That’s the one.” Eva smiled an empty smile.

“So that’s why you’re here.” The shaggy-haired man said, a hint of accusation as he fixated his gaze at the girl. “Angels finally come to Earth and it’s the end of it.”

“That’s what I’m trying to stop.” She crossed her arms, tucking them underneath her breasts, sounding unaffected by the way that the Winchesters were reacting to her news. “There’s still time, but you two gotta be prepared.” She gestured to both of them, a superior air about her when she continued. “Big things are afoot.”

“Do I want to know what kind of things?” Dean was quick to ask.

“I sincerely doubt it, but you need to know.” She tipped her head to one side, her curls stirring gracefully with the tiniest of movements. “The Rising of the Witnesses is one of the 66 seals.”

“Okay. I'm guessing that's not a show at Seaworld.” Dean muttered from under he’s breath.

“Think of the seals as locks on a door.” Eva explained.

“Right.” Sam agreed, ears and eyes very open as he focused on everything she said. “Last one opens and…?”

“Lucifer walks free.” Her voice faltered for the first time in front of them, and all three hunters realized how her gaze didn’t met theirs.

“Lucifer?” The eldest Winchester said it way too fast, stuttering a little as he licked his suddenly dry lips. “You mean… Satan, the Ruler of the Underworld… The Devil? That Lucifer?”

Sam began to wander along the space, hands messing with his hair from the roots to the ends in a mechanic, stress reliving manner.

“He’s been locked in a cage for a long time now, and I believe that it would be in your race’s best interest that he stayed that way.” The curly-haired woman realized that she needed to regain control of the situation, upping the volume of her timber so that it resonated trough their emotions. “And in order for that to happen, I’m going to need you and your brother’s collaboration. Got it?”

“This is crazy.” Sam blurted out, hands still ruffling his hair when he stopped moving to face the angel again.

“Look, this is not some ‘monster of the week’ bullshit no more, ok? You guys have entered the big league now.” Eva’s deep brown eyes stared back at the light-colored ones with intention, reaching somewhere inside the hunters, somewhere that had been deemed dormant by them a long time ago, somewhere where their fears lived. “Welcome to the end of times.”

They had prepared themselves to leave the panic room as well as they possibly could, filling up many salt rounds to load their weapons with. The atmosphere in the place was cool and professional, almost sterile. The group worked in silence, the humans showing concern in their faces after the news that the angel had presented to them. She, in the other hand, helped to make the bullets in a steady pace, moving seamlessly and caring no emotion whatsoever in her features.

“So,” Dean began, once he realized that he couldn’t take the silence no more. “Since when do angels need guns to fight off some ghosts?” He looked over at her, realizing that she had progressed in the chore much quicker than he had. “Matter of fact, can’t you just snap your fingers and make them go back to rest?”

“If I could, I wouldn’t be stuck down here, stuffing cartridges with a condiment.” Eva didn’t make eye contact, focusing on the rough white substance that she handled, lips pursed together lightly while she felt it getting more and more under her fingernails.

“Are you always this delightful or today you’re in a special mood just for me?” Dean snapped back, finishing up and beginning to assemble his gun.

The woman let out a breath, closing her eyelids for a couple of seconds, seeming to be gathering her patience before she looked up at him with a much softer semblance.

“If they were normal ghosts, I could deal with them much faster, except they were risen to fulfill a specific purpose, in a specific way that renders my powers obsolete towards them.” Her tone wasn’t nice per say, but it was definitely more polite than what the men had grew accustomed to up to that point, and Dean found himself without knowing what to say next, before she finished off. “Happy?” The last word had such a subtle, corky mischievousness to it that made the blonde want to laugh, and he looked over at Sam for acknowledgment, receiving it right away as the younger brother was already smiling.

“Peachy.” Dean responded, deciding to give up on taunting the angel for now.

“Alright.” Bobby said, gathering up his things while the others did the same. “Cover each other. And aim careful. Me and Eva are going to need some backup to find everything we need for the spell. You boys don't run out of ammo until we’re done, or they'll shred you. Ready?”

“Not really.” Sam replied, little humor in his voice as him and Dean marched towards the door and got ready to open it. “Are you sure you know how to use that?” He asked Eva, who was holding on to her gun in a nonchalant manner.

“I saw humans discovering gunpowder, I think I can handle this.” The brunette gave the tall man a quick grin, not changing her posture in the way the held the weapon.

“Ok, then.” Dean let out, kind of enjoying the frown that was forming in his brother’s face the more he noticed the girl’s sarcastic and brass demeanor, right before he opened the door and they went on to fight some ghosts.

As it turns out, Eva’s deep knowledge of the human race’s history wasn’t enough to translate the theory of fire gun’s usage into practice. From the minute they left the panic room, all the enraged ghosts from the Winchesters' past attacked them with a vengeance, and the angel proved herself to be a terrible shot when dealing with them, not being able to once aim her weapon correctly. To the point of when the ghost of FBI Special Agent, Victor Henriksen, came upon them in Bobby’s kitchen, trying to stop them from gathering all the ingredients needed for the spell that would set the risen Witnesses back to rest, the woman almost got Dean while attempting to shoot at the flitting spectrum. Thankfully, his reflexes were quick and he was capable to dodge the projectile before getting hit, while Sam aimed straight into Henriksen’s chest, making him vanish into nothing.

“Ow!” Dean exclaimed when he jumped out of the bullets reach, noticing the small tear they created in his brown leather jacket, right at the arm. “Easy there, Tiger, don’t help us too much.” His hazel eyes glowed in a light, electric green, showing anger as he looked down at the small brunette, and he extended his hand out to grab the gun out of her fingers in a harsh movement, a disapproval in the way he stared, but she only shrugged.

“Ok, let’s just… Try not to die before the world ends.” Bobby said, irony in his voice as he rolled his eyes and kept moving fast, collecting everything that could be used in the spell provided by the angel.

As it were, the incantation worked, but nothing could be done about the seal that had already been broken. Eva left them as soon as the spirits disappeared, with only the sound of wings flapping to announce her exit. And the three man wondered, without actually saying it out loud, if they could trust the yet mysterious being, and if they could, who had been the one to purposefully break that seal and send those furious ghosts towards them?

The last answer came to Dean, later that day, when the sun was already out and they all slept. In his dreams, Castiel came to him, giving encrypted answers to all his questions, expect one.

“Who did the spell? Who rose the witnesses?”

“Lilith.” The blue-eyed angel responded, hard, firm features that seemed to be sculpted in marble, making Dean ask himself if that was a perpetual quality in all ‘Lord’s soldiers’. “Those seals are being broken by Lilith.”

“And what about your little friend, your work college? Showing up here out of nowhere and helping us out. What? You guys felt sorry for us all of the sudden?” Dean inquired, not understanding the puzzled look that Castiel gave back to him. “Eva? Sam’s guardian angel?”

There was a strong recollection that passed through the man’s face after Dean uttered his final words, and the hunter was about to probe more for information, but Castiel quickly moved his hand up to touch the human in the forehead, waking him up from his dream and ending their conversation.

The very first thing that the blonde saw once he opened his eyes was the dusty ceiling of Bobby’s old house, when he woke up in the sofa of the living room. Letting out a shaky breath, Dean closed his eyelids once again, relaxing back into the uncomfortable cushions, mind racing through the events that were dominating his and his brother’s lives. But the moment didn’t last long, as the full voice of the impertinent lady that kept reappearing in his thoughts made itself present in reality.

He moved way too quickly to look up from his laid down position, vision still blurred from sleep as the image of the curly head of the short, dark-skinned angel started to form clearly and he saw her there, leaned against a wall in Bobby’s kitchen with a bottle of water between her thin, long fingers, head pointing almost completely up as she managed to look at Sam, with who she was talking to. The scene seemed so surreal, so out of place to Dean that he had to blink a couple of times, rubbing the tiredness out himself as he got up from the sofa and slowly made his way to the kitchen’s entry, eyebrows frowned when he noticed the way Sam smiled a cheeky smile after being told something by the girl.

“Hem.” He oldest sibling cleared his throat, calling out their attention.

“Dean, look! Eva’s back.” Sam gave out a tight laugh when he realized Dean’s presence.

“Yeah, I see that.” The man stared at her up and down, intrigued by the fact that, differently from Castiel, Eva had changed her clothes from the last day.

“Good morning, Princess Di.” Her makeup clean face turned to him with a sarcastic smirk, dimples showing in her cheeks now that he saw her clearly in the light of day.

Dean laughed shortly after hearing the nickname, the provocative tone in her voice not lost on him.

“So, are you going to give us another mission, Charlie, or you just couldn’t stay away?” Dean leaned against the entrance, mimicking hers stance, his muscles rippling from under his thin sleep shirt and there was a challenge in the way they stared with one of their brows raised, without batting an eye.

“What, and miss your midwestern charm, Kansas boy?” Eva nipped back, her grin widening into a smile as they sized each other up.

Sam laughed openly then, finding the clear tension between his brother and the angel genuinely funny, especially in the way that the woman seemed to consistently come up with better comebacks at every turn.

“Can I speak to you for a second?” Dean asked her, a sudden seriousness taking over him, surprising both Eva and Sam. “Privately?”

“Oh,” She gathered herself quickly, putting her mischievousness facade back on, a smile so big adorning her face that they could see her straight white teeth then, as if she knew what he would want to talk to her about. “Sure, lead the way.” Her medium sized, unpolished, yet feminine nails tapped a couple of times on the lid of the water bottle she held, her thin writs catching Dean’s attention for a second too long, as he thought about how fragile she looked on the outside, at least until she opened her mouth.

The hunter gestured with his head towards one of the corridors that lead to the living room of the house, where they could be alone without anyone being able to hear them. Eva nodded, making a beeline towards the indicated place, and Dean shared a look with the taller man, noticing that he was puzzled by his older brother’s request, but nothing else was said, and Dean followed her to the corridor.

“Whats up?” She fixed her hair out of her eyebrows, trying to keep the curls of her bangs from her forehead, fingers going nail first into the roots and shaking the threads upwards, creating more volume to the mane that framed her face.

“You knew it had been Lilith this whole time, didn’t you?” Dean went straight to the point, crossing his arms upon his chest, shoulders seeming to expand with the motion.

“Yes, but I thought it would be wise to refrain that information from your brother.” Eva didn’t seemed to be faced whatsoever with his question, beginning to play with the plastic bottle in her hands, the sound of the water stirring side to side in the container attesting to that.

“Excuse me?” Dean wasn’t ready for her unbothered veneer, and his hands that held onto his on arms tightened visibly, knuckles withing with the pressure.

“Listen, during the time that you’ve spent away,” Her voice dropped in volume then, her soft spoken tone sounding so melodic and calming that it was almost capable of camouflaging it’s true purpose. “Sam has been venturing into some very dangerous activities. You know, with a demon.”

“Ruby?” Dean took the hint soon enough.

“Mm-hmm.” She nodded her head, lips pursed in irritation with the mention of the name.

“Look, whatever he has been up to with…”

“Some Basic Instinct type shit, Dean.” Eva interrupted him, voice low but harsh all of the sudden.

“Wait, you mean…” The man was clearly confused, trying to place the pieces of the conversation back together as they went, the idea that he was going to the one using an accusing tone in the exchange long forgotten.

“I don’t care what he’s intentions have been to engage in any of this.” Eva stopped him mid sentence once more, dropping her arms to her sides and walking a step closer to Dean, brown meeting hazel in an intense way, but she kept on, practically whispering but knowing she was being heard clearly. “All I know is that he believes he’s doing the right thing because of Lilith, because of this obsession with killing her he has gotten himself into. But let me tell you, ain’t nothing good about what he’s doing, and since I can’t be one to put the fear of God into him due to fucking free will, you’re going to fix it. Alright?”

Dean didn’t said anything back, didn’t seemed to be able to. His irises scanned her entire face, finally finding some real emotion coming out of her, but it was anger. And the man swallowed whatever he could possibly say to her then, because the realization finally dawned on him with it’s true force now.

They’re weren’t dealing with the same beasts no more, there was no diary that could break down the strengths and weaknesses of these beings. They were all-powerful and all-knowing, and they could see right through his and Sam’s armatures, to the point of seeing everything they ever did or ever thought. And know, one of them was specifically telling him that his brother’s choices might lead him to a terrible ending.

So Dean simply stared at her, not knowing what to say next, so she did.

“Good talk.” Eva’s serious features contoured into a joyless side grin, and she tapped him in the shoulder twice before walking down the hallway back to the kitchen, hands working on unscrewing the lid of her water bottle before taking a long sip, and Dean’s mouth fell agape when he realized how Sam’s eyes lighted up when he saw her get back.

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heathsbitch · 5 years ago

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AN OLDER GUY - t.s*

Scenario: Tony and the reader are at one of his parties and the reader secretly jealous of all the girls that throw themselves at him. Reader ends up 'flirting' with Cap and to get Tony jealous.

Warning: Rough smut, unprotected sex, spanking, toy play, edging.

Word Count: 3762

The red haired woman pulled a sleek, black dress out of the closet. "What about this one?" Natasha questioned me. "I don't know, Nat. I don't want to seem like a slut." I thought the dress was too short and the slit that ran up the thigh was way too revealing.

"People won't think you're a slut, they'll think you're hot. Come on, try it on. For me, please." She gave me the puppy eyes. "Fine." I threw down my hands and snatched the dress from Nat's grasp. I disappeared into the bathroom to try the dress on.

It was so tight around my figure. It pulled in around my waist and showed off my form without exposing my flaws. I loved it. Nat always had good taste.

My hand reached for the knob of the door. As soon as I exited the room, a whistle came from my friend's mouth. A short giggle left my mouth and a blush crept onto my cheeks. "Tony'll definitely notice you now." She gave me a wink before she slipped out of the room, leaving me speechless.

My mind flooded with thoughts about the billionaire. He had caught my attention quite some time ago and I hadn't been confident enough to speak with him. Plus, the age difference did not help in the slightest. He was so attractive, for an older guy...

But there was something about the man, something in the way he spoke, in the way he held himself. Something so enticing and alluring. I was attracted to him like a moth to a flame and I just couldn't stop myself from thinking the most provocative things about the man.

There was one thing that never failed to get on my nerves, though. It was to be expected from a man as well off as him but it made my blood boil and bubble. It was the amount of women he attracted.

I know, it's ridiculous, considering the fact that I am one of the many unfortunate souls that had fallen into his trap. They flocked around him, surrounded him, smothered him. And he loved every moment of it.

But that was why I needed to wear something extra special that night. I needed to make sure that I caught his attention without seeming too desperate or slutty.

And that dress was perfect for it.

Music echoed throughout the building. Bodies danced and grinded with each other. Laughter and the smell of alcohol filled the air. I was sat in a small group comprised of Steve, Sam, Nat and Bucky.

I was trying to keep myself distracted from the billionaire, but my mind kept coming back to him. My eyes drifted to the bar again, exactly where he was stood. His confidence shone around him, it was almost blinding.

But, as expected, girls flocked around him. Giggling, blushing. Every single one of them had tiny dresses on that barely covered them. "Y/N, don't stress," Nat whispered in my ear. I pulled my eyes off of Tony to give her a small smile. "Maybe you should try flirting with someone else. You know, to get his attention."

"I don't know, Nat. I shouldn't bother." She put her hand on my shoulder and returned my warm smile. Nat spun to look at Tony to check on him. I started talking to Steve, Sam and Bucky. I wasn't flirting with them, I was distracting myself.

"Y/N," Nat patted my arm. "He's looking right at you. Flirt with Steve. Just do it!" As soon as her words left her mouth, Steve had made a joke. It was quite terrible but I let out a flirtatious giggle anyway. 'Might as well try.'

Steve's eyes fell down to my cleavage as I laughed but they shot back up to my eyes within an instant. He thought I didn't notice but I did. My hand trailed up his bicep, resting gently just below his shoulder.

He raised his eyebrow at Nat. She briefly looked back at Tony to tell him why I was acting so strange all of a sudden. "Just go with it. Please, Steve." He showed me a toothy grin and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I was almost sitting on his lap.

My eyes went back to Tony to see if he had noticed, and he had. The plan was going perfectly. His eyes were trained on me, not at the blonde clutched to his side. I took my bottom lip between my teeth as I continued to stare at the man.

He raised his hand at the girl next to him and placed his drink on the bar. Tony gradually make his way over to me, his dark eyes never leaving mine. "Hey, guys," He announced his presence as he stood behind Nat. "Y/N, come upstairs with me," his voice was lower than I'd heard in a while, sending a shiver down mt spine.

"Tony, why? I'm having fun with Steve." I teased. He licked his lower lips, as his arm slid around my waist as he yanked me off of Steve. "Did it sound like I was asking?" He hummed in my ear.

I swallowed, hating the puddle that had formed between my legs, from just that single sentence. He was silent for a moment before the corners of his lips twitched slightly. I didn't have the chance to blink before he had turned away from me and faced his crowd of guests, "Sorry everyone! Party's over! Please find your way out."

My mouth fell open as I watched everyone stare at him in shock, but he had already turned to face me with a devilish smile. He didn't hesitate to grab my waist, pulling me up and hauling me over his shoulder.

"Tony!" I squealed, "What the hell are you doing?" He ignored me, continuing to walk through the hallway, ignoring the confused looks from a few guests that passed us. "Tony..." I mumbled again, hating the excitement that bumbled through me as he slammed the door of his room loudly.

He threw me down onto the bed. His dark frame coming over me as he watched me with hooded eyes. "Everyone's probably pissed," I mumbled, my gaze flickering from his eyes to his lips. "Don't care," he smirked, leaning down to me, "I want you all to myself."

I wanted to respond, but my words got lost against his lips, his warm mouth coming down to capture mine. I moaned into him, my hands immediately locking behind his neck and gripping the curls at the base.

He groaned, his hands wrapping around my arms and bringing them down as he pulled away from me. My eyes opened immediately, confusion running through me, "Wh-"

"You really think I'm going to let you touch me after the way you behaved, sweetheart?" He tutted, lightly kissing my hands as he separated from my body and walked over to his dresser. I watched in anticipation as he pulled out a black tie. My eyes widened, I didn't even know he owned one.

He was back to me in seconds, his hands gripping mine and bringing them over my head. "What are you doing?" I mumbled, as he began to fasten my wrists to his bedpost. "Punishing you." My body trembled at his words, a rush of arousal spread through me.

"Don't look so excited, sweetheart," he hummed; tightening the grip on my hands as he made sure it was perfect. I licked my lips as he looked back down at me, "Why?"

"Because you're not supposed to enjoy this," his hand trailed over my cheek as his eyes dilated, "You've been very bad, flirting with Rogers." I hummed, relishing in the way his touch felt on my skin, "I didn't mean to – to make you mad..."

I bit my lip innocently as his hand cupped my chin, lightly squeezing my cheeks together, "You didn't think I would get mad at the thought of someone else fucking you?"

An accidental moan flew out of me. I loved when he swore. The words sounded too crude and dirty coming from his pretty mouth. "I wasn't going to sleep with him," I tilted my head, trying to see how far I could rile him up, angry Tony was a real turn-on, "It was just innocent fun." I didn't know where my confidence was coming from.

He practically growled, his grip on my jaw tightening, "I don't like sharing." The confidence had gone almost as quickly as it appeared. My eyes practically rolled back as he pressed his lips to mine again, his hands traveling down to grip my hips as he pushed himself against me.

The kiss was rougher than I was used to. More urgent and hasty, our teeth knocking against each other as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I was not expecting him to be like that. But, I loved every second. I shivered as his large digits slipped under my dress, traveling all the way up to my stomach.

I whined as I craved touching him, the fastens preventing me from doing so. Tony's chest rumbled against me as he took two handfuls of fabric from my dress, and pulled. Practically ripping it in half, exposing your lace, covered chest.

"Tony!" I gasped, but he ignored me. Not letting me separate my lips. His hands were quick to unclasp my bra, throwing it off the bed in mere seconds. I trembled as his hands traveled over my chest, taking my boobs into his large hands and massaging lightly.

I threw my head back as he began kissing down my jaw, my neck, my collarbone.

He took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue traveling over the sensitive skin as my back arched off the bed. My wrists were beginning to burn as I pulled further and further from the bedposts, trying to get as close to him as possible.

"Tony..." I said again, feeling him smirk against me as he continued his assault, licking and sucking until my tits were sore. "Please." I wanted him lower. I wanted him to see how much he affected me, how much my body craved his.

"No, sweetheart," he shook his head as a mischievous smile formed, "No talking unless it's my name." My eyes widened at his request but I nodded nonetheless, eager to see what he had planned next.

My panties were the next to go, the cold room chilling your core as Tony opened my legs, exposing my wetness to him. "Oh my," he moaned and soon he was lost in me. He started off slow, kisses traveling up and down my thighs as he gripped them to ensure I couldn't close them.

"Tony!" I squeaked, as his flushed lips finally touched my sensitive bud. He kissed it a few times, before settling down, sucking on it lightly. My eyes fluttered shut, pleasure coursing through me. A sharp slap hit your inner thigh, my shocked gaze settling on the smirking man between my legs.

"Eyes open sweetheart," he demanded, "Want you to see who's making you feel good." I whined as his words, my wrists hurting again as I ached to touch him. He was back to teasing, not about to forgive me for my slip up. He ran his tongue over my slit, my legs twitching as he held them down tighter. He brought a hand up, his fingers separating my folds.

"Such as pretty pussy," he mumbled, leaning closer to kiss it again. But that wasn't what I needed, "Fingers, please." I felt him grumble against me as he slapped my thigh again, "What did I say, sweetheart?"

I didn't get a chance to reply, his warm body separating from me again as he leaned over to the nightstand. I felt excitement rush through me, I knew what he was reaching to get.

But he pulled out something completely different. A small, pink orb rested in his large hands.

"You've been so naughty," he tutted, coming back to me, situating himself between my thighs again, "What happened to my sweet girl?" I wanted to respond, wanted to tell him I was a good girl. His girl. Always his. But he had flipped the switch on the orb, pressing it to my bud, the vibrations spreading through me, making me unable to respond.

"I think I haven't punished you enough," he smirked, winking at me as I tried to calm my breathing, still struggling against the restraints on my wrists. He bit his lip as he slowly pushed a finger into me, making me hiss as the pleasure increased.

"I don't think you deserve to cum yet," he hummed, making my eyes widen as I moaned, "Tony..." He shook his head, "I think three times should be enough."

I shook my head, my legs shaking as he added another finger, beginning to pump faster. I knew he meant to edge me three times, before finally letting me release. I wanted to cry, my mind hazy as I felt myself near my high.

I clenched around his fingers, ready to explode, when it stopped. I whined as he removed the orb and his fingers, bringing his digits up and slipping them into his mouth, sucking softly, "So fucking sweet."

I threw my head back, my chest rising as I sighed, trying to contain the anger pulsing through me. "Don't be mad, sweetheart," he bent over me, his hands coming up to lift my chin back up to him, forcing me to look at his teasing eyes, "You did this to yourself."

I pouted, not wanting to say anything in fear of upsetting him further. I wasn't usually an obedient person, but there was something about Tony that made me submit to him, let him ravish me whole.

He kissed me softly. His tongue traveled around me, exploring me until my head was spinning. I almost hated the effect he had over me. His fingers found my folds again as I moaned into his mouth. He slipped his digits back inside me as he began to pump, his other arm wrapping around my waist to bring me flush against his chest.

"This pussy is mine. No one else's."

I moaned as he continued, "Only I can touch you like this. Only I can fuck you until the only thing you know is my name, understand?" My mind was so hazy from the pleasure that I could only nod, my body trembling as he quickened his pace.

"I said do you understand, sweetheart?"

"Y – yes," I squeaked out, "I understand."

"Say it," he growled, his grip on my waist tightening.

"This pussy is yours. Only yours."

"Damn right."

His lips were back on mine, another heated kiss overtaking me as I melted into him. He had me wrapped around his finger and he knew it. I could feel the familiar sensation spread through me as he pulled tighter against his tie, wanting to wrap my fingers in his curls as I came.

Tony could sense that I was close, his fingers never slowing as he brought me closer to my release. I moaned his name loudly, my legs beginning to shake again as I pulled on the fabric around my wrists.

Tony's thumb was on my clit, trying to rub it as his fingers continued their assault. I screamed, the edge so close and suddenly my hands snapped free. The tie ripping as my wrists broke from the restraints.

My eyes widened as his movements suddenly halted. "I'm sorry," I whispered as his narrowed eyes fell on you.

"No, you're not."

I bit my lip, knowing that he was right. But I couldn't help but wonder if he wanted this to happen. He could have tied it tighter if he wanted.

"I'm not," I nodded in agreement.

He gripped my hips, flipping my body until I was face down on the bed. I squealed as he slapped my ass, lifting me so I was on my hands and knees before him. He bent over my body, his chest pressing into my back as he leaned toward my ear, "Then I'm going to have to fuck you until you are."

I shivered at his words, my teeth digging into my bottom lip as I waited in anticipation.

His movements were agonizingly slow, his chest separating from me as he straightened up behind me. I could hear him unzip his pants, the bustle behind me indicating that he had stripped as well. I wanted to turn around, wanted to see him in his naked glory. Wanted to touch him, but I knew he wouldn't allow it, so I waited patiently.

Everything was still for a moment, until I felt it.

My head fell back as I felt his cock sliding through your folds, teasing me slowly. "Tonyy..." I whimpered, shaking my ass slightly as I heard him hiss behind me, grabbing my hips to steady me.

"You need to learn some patience, baby."

I flinched as he slapped my ass, my body igniting as the slight pain spread through me. I wanted him. I wanted him bad. "Please fuck me," I couldn't stop myself from begging, needing him inside me, "Please Tony, need you. Need your thick cock. No one else can fuck me like you. Need you to cum inside me. Please Ton–"

He didn't let me finish, his cock slipping into me, filling me to the brim as we both released loud moans. He stayed still for a moment, his fingers digging into my hips as he slowly slid out before slamming inside again.

He set an agonizing pace, my head spinning as I tried to control my breathing. He slowly began to move faster, his balls slapping against my ass as he rammed into me, the satisfying sound making me groan.

He slapped my ass again as my eyes shut, a single tear escaping from the overwhelming sensation. I fell onto my elbows as I stuck my butt out, unable to stabilize myself with the immense pleasure. "Who's making you feel this good?" He grunted as he began moving faster, his cock ramming into me at an ungodly speed.

"Y – you are."

"Say my name." He took a handful of my ass, kneading it in his grip, "Say it."

"Tony!" I shouted, my voice hoarse from all the sounds I was making. He seemed to pick up the pace, one of his hands wrapping around to my front, latching to my sensitive bud as he quickly massaged it.

"Tony!" I repeated, my legs trembling as I felt myself reach my climax. "That's right, sweetheart," his voice was tight, "Let everyone in the tower hear who's fucking you this good."

I was a stuttering mess, unintelligible sounds leaving my lips. "You close baby?" He groaned, his fingers moving faster. I nodded, my head spinning as I felt his dick twitch inside me. I silently prayed he would let me cum, my toes curling as I almost reached that point.

"Come on then, baby," his pace was relentless, never slowing, "Cum with me." I fell apart at his words, my legs shaking as I screamed. The tightness of my cunt triggered his release, his cock squirting into me as he filled me with his seed.

We were a panting mess as we both fell onto the sheets, our sweaty bodies entangled, his dick still inside me. We both lay still for a few moments until he separated from me, his cock sliding out, his juices dripping out of me.

I whined at the feeling, suddenly feeling empty. He grabbed the towel he kept at his bedside and slipped it between my legs, cleaning me out slowly. I hummed, my eyes closed as I relished in his gentle movements.

He threw the towel into the hamper once he was done, his arms wrapping around my waist to turn me into him. I opened my eyes, smiling lazily, loving the flush on his face after he came.

"I love the way you look after I've fucked you," he whispered, leaning forward to press a small kiss to my forehead. "Why were you flirting with Rogers?" He questioned out of nowhere. I exhaled, my mind racing a million miles a minute, "I was jealous."

I could feel him tense against me, "W–why?" I shrugged, "Because I'm an idiot. And I couldn't stand all those prissy sluts flocking around you."

"You're not an idiot."

"Yes I am," there was no turning back now.

"Please look at me, Y/N."

I shook my head, biting my lip as I attempted to compose yourself.

"Please, sweetheart."

My heart clenched at the pet name. This was probably the last time I were to hear it. I obeyed, my gaze flickered up to meet his smiling face. 'Why was he smiling?'

"I have feelings for you. Have for a while – probably since you joined the team."

"Why," I swallowed, "Why didn't you–"

He chuckled lightly, "I'm an idiot."

I rolled my eyes lightly, relishing in the look on his face as he watched me, "You're not an idiot." I giggled lightly as his expression, his lips capturing mine, effectively silencing me.

I moaned into the kiss. It was slower than I was used to. So gentle, soft, like we were both exploring new territory. He pulled away after a few seconds, his forehead resting against mine as he gazed down at you softly.

"Does this make me your idiot?

#tony stark #tony stark smut #ouch #robert downey jr #marvel #smut #imagines #fic

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whumpqin · 5 years ago

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The Rules

Whew, this one kind of kicked my butt when I was trying to write it, but here it is! It’s currently 7AM but I’m still posting this. Hope yall are ready for some more pain :3c

Takes place after Welcome Home

Taglist! @imagination1reality0 @faewhump

Content Warnings: Pet whump, starvation and dehydration as a means of control, dehumanization, collars, muzzles, noncon touching, some parts straight up torture used as punishment, creepy / intimate whumpers, usage of knives, brief blink and you’ll miss it emetophobia warning, licking up stuff off of the ground (?), kind of monster whump I guess, and probably some other things that I forgot to tag! Just lemme know if I need to edit.

They had decided to let him rot in their basement for the day. Alone and in the dark.

When Elisha finally woke on the stone floor, muzzled and hands bound behind his back to make him immobile, he wasn’t sure whether to be thankful for the peace and quiet or be afraid of the loneliness that would inevitably set in. He waited, minutes turning into hours, for them to come down and do whatever they were going to do to him, but they never came.

For once, he had actually felt lucky that he was a Cambion. Darkness had never been a favorite of his, but his inhuman eyes were able to just barely pierce through the unseen veil so that he could at least catch flickers of the prison that they had put him in.

Unfortunately, there was absolutely nothing to look at. Besides the chains that bound him to the wall farthest from the exit, from escape, it was bare stone and wooden pillars that held the house up. Or at least, he assumed they were living in a house. He couldn’t be sure.

He had tested how long the chains were by pacing - the only thing he could do at the given moment - and found that it wasn’t long at all. At the halfway point of the room it stopped, pulling taut and cutting off his circulation. But Elisha still paced, to feel something other than the metal lying across his skin, the strip of leather they put around his neck. He tried not to think about the collar.

And no matter how hard he tried to think about what was going on to distract himself, he still couldn’t understand why they were doing this to him. He dreaded finding out.

Elisha did, however, try. He figured this was some horrific game that they hadn’t let him in on. But Ari, the one who had drugged him, had called him a pet, talked to him like he was some sort of stupid dog, and he found himself trying to escape the fear that rattled in his skull again.

If they plan on making me their lap dog they’re going to have one hell of a fight on their hands, his instincts hissed in his ear over and over, aggressive at even the slightest provocation. Elisha always shook his head to try and get rid of those thoughts, but this one whispered over and over. He kept having to remind himself that fighting was going to get him killed by these people.

He continued to pace, continued to think. Every once in a while he stretched, extending his hands that were tied behind his back in an effort to soothe the ache that had carefully worked its way into his joints because of the strange position they were in. But no matter how hard he tried to wonder, tried to make sense of everything, he never came any closer to an answer that would satisfy him, would give him a reason why they picked him of all people.

Maybe there wasn’t an answer.

Elisha forced himself to sit, feeling the weakness in his limbs. They hadn’t given him any food or water, or anything comfortable, really. Nothing.

His shoulders slumped as he curled his tail into his own hands. There really was nothing to do but wait.

After what felt like hours, the sound of a creaking door opening alerted him. His head lifted from its lowered position to see small bits of light that peeked through the opening. Footsteps echoed down into the small room, and he soon saw two figures step down. Elisha was finally able to stare at both of the faces of his kidnappers.

Ari regarded him with a playful amusement, definitely looking down on him in a condescending way. Jer, on the other hand, seemed neutral and not nearly as interested in this as his partner seemed. He held a metal pipe that was as long as one of his legs, and Elisha felt a twisted dread in his stomach.

Ari reached up and flicked a light on. Elisha squinted as he was blinded yet again.

“Hello, pet,” they said with a bright smile. As they shifted, he saw that they were holding something behind their back. “Did you have a good nap?”

He wanted to say are you kidding me? On instinct, but his muzzle prevented any such movement.

Ari didn’t seem to notice, nor care, that he couldn’t give them an answer. “I bet you’re wondering what’s really going on, aren’t you?” They accented their words with a quick chuckle, as they reached a hand over to Jer, who placed the pipe in their hands. “Come here and kneel, and I might tell you.”

The dread curling and twisting in Elisha’s stomach dropped suddenly like a rock. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat as he saw Ari tap the ground in front of them. They had made the words sound so innocent, but he could tell that something sinister lied behind those eyes. He could see it in both of them.

His instincts told him both fight and flight. He wanted to get free and attack and tear them to pieces so that he could get away from here. But the bindings around his hands bit down more so than they had been, grimly reminding him of how trapped he was. Elisha took in a shaky breath as he stood up and took careful steps forward.

It felt horrible, to walk to your own demise.

The chain pulled taut, just before the place where Ari had told him to go. He tried to pull, to break it somehow, but it was too strong for him. Elisha looked to them with pleading, tearful eyes as they tapped the ground again.

There was no sympathy to be offered. “Are you not going to listen to me? Tsk, shame. And to think we could have been friends.” Ari looked to Jer with a incredulous expression. “Whatever, guess I’ll have to punish you for this, too. Kneel where you are.”

This was ruined from the start. Ari had no intentions of him even being able to obey. And now he had to just sit here and take whatever “punishment” they were going to deal out?

Everything was screaming for him to run. Elisha’s skin crawled as his instincts chastised him for kneeling, limbs twitching with a horrible panic that he just couldn’t shake. He can’t run. He couldn’t run, especially so with the air of fear that coursed through his veins so intensely that he wasn’t able to do anything but stare at the pipe as it was raised into the air.

When it came down, all he saw was stars.

Pain blossomed across his face as Elisha collapsed to the ground. Immediate regret of not doing anything racked his body much like the pain, and a low whine left his lungs through his nose. He tried to curl inwards, to protect himself somewhat, as another blow struck across his ribs. Even the thin layer of clothing that he somehow still had wasn’t enough to soften the spike of pain that echoed inside, as he felt something crack from the third blow.

Then it stopped. Elisha sat still for a moment, eyes squeezed shut in fear of what might happen, waiting for blows that never came.

It was too easy. He peeked an eye open, looking up to his captors as they both watched him carefully.

“He takes pain pretty well,” Jer commented. Then, with a small smile - which is the only expression Elisha’s seen from him thus far - he looked to Ari. “That’s good, isn’t it?”

“Oh, that’s great for us.” They looked back down to their target, a chilling grin on their face. “Hold still pet, there’s still more to come. Remember when you didn’t stay quiet in the car for me?” Elisha let out a muffled whimper, arms struggling from the need to defend himself as he squirmed on the ground.

Ari quickly raised the pipe and swung, catching him in the shoulder this time. It continued another two blows, hitting him in a different area each time. Elisha let out a low groan behind the muzzle, feeling aches and pains all over his body as they stood to admire their work.

There was the sound of someone whistling, and he looked up to see Ari’s smile. That damned smile.

“Oh, Jeremiah look at that. God, I wish I had a camera right now… these are the kind of moments you don’t want to forget,” they murmured, all too loud for Elisha to hear. They were talking about him like he wasn’t even there.

“Weren’t you the one who said phones were a ploy by the government to arrest ‘honest working people’?” Jer- or Jeremiah - said, raising his fingers in air quotes.

“I want a camera, not a shitty wiretap. There’s a difference.” They huffed a forceful breath, returning their gaze to Elisha, who lay motionless on the ground. He was afraid to move, lest he cause himself to hurt everywhere. He was already getting a headache. “Anyway, go ahead and take off the muzzle. I’ll go get some water.” Elisha perked up at the idea of water, swallowing as they felt the dryness in their own throat, and Ari seemed to notice, too. “Yeah? You want some water? Be a good boy for my friend here, and we’ll see about that, hm?”

Their tone was so condescending it hurt, but it could also be the aches from the impact sites of the pipe. Ari laughed as they went upstairs, high pitched and sweet and entirely not what Elisha would imagine an evil monster to make as a sound. Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and dripped to the ground as he watched Jeremiah get to his knees and lean down.

Elisha’s breath hitched as his rough fingers found the buckles on his face and began to undo them. Jeremiah thumbed over a point of impact, making him whine in pain and squirm at the discomfort.

“Stay still,” he said, voice low and commanding. Elisha nodded, fearful of what might happen should he not obey.

The muzzle was slowly drawn away off of his face, careful of the short horns that rested on his head, and laid to the side. Elisha watched it for a moment before returning his eyes to Jeremiah as he prodded the injured skin.

“Pl-please…” he begged. Elisha couldn’t reach Ari, they were too much a monster all on their own, but he figured he might as well try with Jeremiah. “Please help me… I just- I just want to go home, please…”

Jeremiah watched him for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face. Then, he ran his thumb over Elisha’s cheek, making him flinch from the pain. “You are home, pet.”

The hopelessness washed over him like a tidal wave, and Elisha couldn’t stop a few pained sobs from escaping him. He was trapped, like a helpless animal, with these people who wanted to do nothing good with him. He was alone.

Elisha heard Ari coming back down the steps, and Jeremiah drew away from him to set the muzzle somewhere else. They caught him before he turned away, handing the pipe over.

“I think I figured out which name we should pick,” he murmured as he took the pipe. Elisha felt another pang of fear rattle around in his chest.

“Oh? Which one?”

“Caleb. I think it fits the best.” The muted passion in Jeremiah’s voice made the ever-growing pit in his stomach grow larger.

Elisha saw Ari put a hand on their chin in thought, a glass of clear liquid in the other. Water. He felt the dryness in his throat worsen at the idea of being so close to drinking something.

“Hm, alright. I did give you the choice.” They suddenly looked at him with such an intensity it made him flinch back. “Then it’s settled! Pet, your new name is Caleb!”

“No, please,” he begged, before he could really stop himself. “Please, my, my name isn’t Caleb, it’s- ack!”

He was interrupted by his own cry of pain as Ari stamped over to him and grabbed a fistful of his hair. The smile they wore held a sadistic tinge to it, and it was entirely too close to be well meaning.

“You really are stupid, aren’t you? You don’t get a choice in this.” They let go of his hair and let him fall back to the ground. Ari loomed over them, triumphant, as Elisha kept quiet, mostly out of fear. “We can do whatever the hell we want with you. Because we own you, got it?”

Fearful of what would happen if he did anything else, Elisha nodded against his own best judgement.

“Good, now you’re getting it. But not quick enough. Guess I’ll have to take your sip for you, hm?” Ari dramatically lifted the glass, taking a large gulp of water, sighing in relief. “Alright, now get up on your knees, Caleb. Maybe you can earn this water another way, hm?”

Elisha hated that name. He hated that Ari was essentially bribing him with the thought of water to get him to do whatever they wanted. He hated most of all that it worked.

With several whimpers and whines, he struggled to pick himself up off of the ground and sit on his knees again. Ari set the glass of water far out of reach, where he could still see it.

“You’ll learn to like it here, but there are rules you have to follow,” Jeremiah said. For a brief moment he wondered if he had gone through something similar with Ari, but he couldn’t be sure. The sinister glint in his eye told Elisha otherwise.

“Since this is your first time, we decided to maybe play a fun little game with you.” Ari drew something from their pocket, clicked something on it and a knife flipped out of it. “You say your rules right, and you’ll just get a little cut to remember it by. If not, Jeremiah here hits you with that pipe again.”

Elisha knew he wasn’t going to like this game. But, he didn’t want to get hit by that pipe again for going against what they wanted. He swallowed as he watched their expressions, horrifically neutral, and nodded.

“Oh-okay. I can, um… I can do that,” he murmured.

The two exchanged a look, a thousand words in the slightest twitch of expression that Elisha couldn’t read them all. The thought of not being able to know was disconcerting, especially when he wasn’t sure if it meant pain or not.

Jeremiah sat back on his heels as he looked down to Elisha. “Alright them. One. Your Masters should always be addressed as Master. Repeat it.”

Confident that he got the gist of it, he nodded. “Always, um, call you… M-Ma-” a tear slipped down his cheek as he tried to get the word out, and Jeremiah raised the pipe, “Ma-Master! Please, I said it, please don’t!”

“Wrong. You need to say it exactly, no ‘ums’ or stuttering.” Mercilessly he swung the pipe again, catching Elisha on the opposite arm. He cried out, following up with sobs of pain as he felt the ache settle under his skin. “Say it again.”

“Please… I, I don’t know, I can’t remember what you said…” He felt his chest clench as the pipe was raised again, fear coursing through his veins with every heartbeat that thudded in his ears. “Wait, I’m sorry! I’m sorry I can say it, ju-just say it again and I can repeat it, please, please don’t!”

The metal caught him across the side of the face this time, dazing him long enough that he nearly toppled to the ground. Elisha gritted his teeth in a groan as he curled inwards on an instinct to protect his body. Then he remembered Ari’s command, how they wanted him to stay on his knees. After a brief, merciful moment to collect himself, he lifted his face back up to Jeremiah.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ari lean against the side of the wall, that evil glimmer in their eyes again. With a sickening twist of his stomach, which he couldn’t tell was from hunger or fear, he realized that they were enjoying this.

Only a real devil could enjoy something like this, he wryly thought.

“Say it. Your Masters should always be addressed as Master.” Jeremiah’s expression was cold. Calculative. He was watching for a mistake to happen so that he could punish without mercy.

“My…” Elisha paused as he nearly said it again, fearful of the pipe that he held so delicately in his hands. “Masters, should… always be, ah-addressed as Master!” His voice raised as Jeremiah’s gaze narrowed, his nervous nature getting the best of him as he sped through the rest of the words.

“Not good enough. It has to be perfect.” This time it landed on the other side of his ribs, and though it glanced off of him he still felt the brief pain. Elisha cried out mostly in fear, keeling over as other aches surged in the wake of the blow. “Your Masters should always be addressed as Master.”

He took a few deep breaths, trying to remember breathing exercises he saw on the internet once. “My… Masters…” In. “should always be…” Out. “addressed as Master.”

“Good boy.” Jeremiah smiled at him. It didn’t reach his eyes. He glanced over to Ari, who moved behind Elisha.

“Very good boy,” Ari muttered, feeling his arms. “This should be a good spot.”

Something stung against his skin, and Elisha gasped and hissed in pain as a knife dug into his forearm. He forgot this part was happening, forgot that Ari mentioned being cut as a reward. Elisha squeezed his eyes shut as he felt Ari pull away.

“Two. Never question your Masters.”

At least this was easy enough. “Never… question my Masters…” Elisha’s head turned to catch a brief sight of Ari’s pale skin drawing close again.

He knew he must’ve done something good, because he felt the bite of the knife dig into his forearm again. It drew away just as quick, and he felt Ari pat him on the head.

“Your teeth look pretty when you’re in pain. I bet you didn’t know that, did you?” Ari laughed, close enough that Elisha could feel their breath hit the back of his neck, and he couldn’t help the shudder that crawled up his spine.

“Three. Do what you are told, regardless of the consequences.” He felt Ari draw away again, just slightly.

“Do… wh-what I’m told, regardless… of the… consequences.” Elisha swallowed thickly, closing their eyes. This time, he knew he messed up, especially when Jeremiah sighed in disappointment.

He heard him shift and move, and he peeked an eye open just as the metal swung and hit him in the stomach. Elisha wheezed as the air was knocked out of him, falling down to the ground as he gasped for air. He struggled to breathe through his breaking sobs of pain, resting his head on the ground for just a moment.

Getting back up was crucial in this moment, but his head hurt and moving about was like setting himself on fire and he felt like he was going to throw up from the nausea. Elisha needed to get up, he knew that, but everything hurt in ways that he never had before that he just curled up where he lay. The pipe prodded him, mocking him, and he gasped as his ribs shifted in ways they definitely weren’t supposed to.

“Get up, Caleb. Or I’m going to hit you again.” The pipe dragged across the floor, making an awful dragging sound that made Elisha cringe.

There was a pitiful whimper that sneaked out as a replacement for words that would ask for more time to recover from the hits. He just felt so weak, and trying to lift himself back up was a feat on its own. The next blow from the pipe went unprotected, and he cried out and sobbed as something else shifted in the wrong direction.

“Mm… this is already getting boring,” Ari muttered, prodding Elisha’s tail with a foot before it swept away and curled around his form. “Why don’t we trade, and cut him up until he gets it right?”

“You’re the one who suggested the pipe, Aridai. Just shut up for a minute.” Again he was prodded with the pipe, eliciting a whimper of pain from the gasping body. “Get up, Caleb.”

Without really thinking, Elisha shook his head. An admittance of defeat, to somehow say that he couldn’t do what they wanted.

He wasn’t cut out for this. He never was.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Fingers painfully tangled into his hair again, lifting him up to his knees. Aridai’s hands swept over his horns, but without any real curls to them there was no grasping them. Not yet. “Y’know, if we let these grow out, they’d make good handles or something.”

“Besides the point. Caleb,” Jeremiah appeared in his vision, waving a small hand to make sure that he was coherent. Elisha made a small whimper in return. “Good. Three. Do what you are told, regardless of the consequences. Repeat it.”

“Do… what I’m told… regardless… of the consequences…” the words were breathed out, as Elisha continued to try and get his breathing under control. He closed his eyes as another wave of dizziness fell over him, but with Ari-Aridai still holding him there was nowhere for him to go.

“Yaay, good boy!” They seemed genuinely excited as they grabbed onto his shoulder. Something small and metal was drug across the floor, and Elisha felt the painful impact of the knife slide across their skin.

“Four. Always ask for permission.”

“Always…” His mouth clamped shut as he nearly added an ‘um’ after, stopping his own blunder. He took in another deep breath to try and calm himself, even though it wasn’t helping as much now. “Ask… for permission.”

Another slice in his skin told him that he was being good. The feelings of both being relieved and horrified coiled around him as the knife drew away and he gasped for air. It felt awful that he would rather be cut than hit with a pipe, when he shouldn’t have to choose between either of them.

“Five. Always remember to thank your Masters.” Jeremiah shifted his weight, drawing the pipe across the ground. Elisha flinched into Aridai’s grip, which somehow felt cold and callous.

“Always… remember to… to thank your Masters,” he repeated after just a few short moments.

“Mm… nope, not quiet,” muttered Aridai. They let go of Elisha, who wavered and fell to the ground again.

Another hit from the pipe against his ribs, and he let out a low keen as the other aches fired up again. He just wanted to be left alone, he was much too weak for this. Even the water seemed like such a pointless goal, with all the pain that he had to endure just to get it.

You need it, his instincts whispered, clearly not understanding the situation.

“Get up, Caleb,” Jeremiah ordered above him.

He shook his head, not of defiance but of defeat once again. Elisha didn’t want to do this anymore. Just leave me alone…

“Aww… does the poor little one want to give up?” Aridai said in a mocking tone, as if he were talking to a stupid animal. It was humiliating, but he nodded his head, feeling his cheeks grow hotter than they had been. “Alright, I get it… but you have to finish your rules before we can leave.” Hands petted through his hair, and he couldn’t even fight them off. “Just be a good boy for us and it can all end that much sooner, okay? I’ll even hold you up.”

Don’t do it. They’re just trying to manipulate you. He had seen this tactic before, on TV shows he used to watch. Give in a little bit, and then they get you to do all sorts of things. Elisha closed his eyes as a lump found its way to his throat. Then he nodded.

“Good.” He was lifted up by his shoulders, and Elisha hissed as the stinging pain traveled to everywhere else that was hurting (which was just about everywhere, now.) “Go on, Jer.”

“Five. Always remember to thank your Masters.”

He swallowed. “Always… remember to… thank my Masters.” The slice of skin, signaling that he got it right.

“Six. Do not speak unless spoken to.”

“Do not speak… unless spoken to.”

“Good boy, Caleb,” Aridai muttered, digging into him once again.

This hurt. All of this hurt, from hearing these rules to saying them to the punishments and “rewards” that he was getting to the horrific praises that Ari was whispering from behind them as they carved into their arm. Elisha would cry, but he didn’t think that he had any water left in his body to do it.

To grant him just a sliver of mercy, however, he was lucky enough to be able to repeat the rest of the words.

“Never… leave the house… unless given explicit permission.”

“Pets don’t sit on the furniture.”

“Good boy,” Jeremiah praises this time. For once Elisha is thankful to actually hear his voice, but it’s only because Aridai didn’t get to say anything.

The last cut held more relief than pain. Elisha hardly felt it, in fact, before they were suddenly pulling away from him and reappearing in his vision. Aridai held a bright smile on their face as they reached down and picked up the water. Finally. He actually perked up at the sight of it, waiting for him to approach and give him something to drink.

Aridai laughed in his face. “Oh, did you think that you were going to get this? Weren’t you the one who wanted to give up? No, I don’t think so.” They reached out to the side-

And tipped the water over so that it spilled into the floor beside Elisha.

“We’ll be back tomorrow. Maybe you’ll have shaped up by then, hm?”

They turned away, reaching for Jeremiah and wrapping an arm around him like a couple of buddies would. Like they hadn’t just relentlessly tortured someone. Elisha felt bile rise in his throat as he watched the two of them walk away like they had just watched a movie.

“So, how did you like that?” Aridai asked, shaking him a little bit to expunge some of the boundless energy that they seemed to have.

“That was… amazing. I can’t wait to do it again,” Jeremiah repeated, and he caught the slightest smile on their face as they retreated upstairs.

Elisha slumped forward, nearly choking himself from the chain as the collar tugged his throat. He scooted backwards, aching and tired and still so thirsty. It all had been for nothing. His gaze traveled to the water, slowly running down the ever so slight decline that it could find. Humiliation crept in, even alone as he stared at it.

He leaned down and lapped the water off of the floor.

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venusxxlangdon · 6 years ago

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Beautiful Player

summary: Duncan Shepherd is a gambler, and the reader is a casino girl with a very strong intuition for the lucky stakes. pairing: Duncan Shepherd x fem!reader warnings: smut, dirty talk, oral (giving/receiving), fingering, daddy kink

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Lana Del Rey — Beautiful Player

It was never a regular Saturday night for Casino Bellagio. Right when the clock stroke midnight people from all over Vegas were coming to try their odds and hoped that Ms. Fortuna would be merciful and they would not lose all their money by the end of the night. These walls had seen everything: famous politicians going bankrupt, fortuitous lucky ones winning thousands of dollars, celebrities from all over the world performing in the luxurious bar, and random tourists who just wanted to take a glance at the world’s famous casino and feel the atmosphere of the rush and frisson with their skin.

Bellagio Hotel and Casino offered the best service in Vegas, a perfect blend of beauty and elegance for the rich. That was why Duncan Shepherd, a young successful politician from Washington D.C., hurried to have his assistant book a suite with a view of the city skyline and enormous fountains for him right after he found out that the upcoming weekend he would spend in Las Vegas working on a new deal.

Besides his political career, he was also well-known for an exquisite and expensive hobby of his, gambling. It was not only an exciting hobby that made the blood in his veins boil with adrenaline when he placed his bets in roulette or played poker but another way of networking. If one wanted to meet the right people, he should have hit the private rooms in the most pretentious casinos of D.C. where the most influential politicians played the odds. The bartenders and the dealers knew him everywhere and they didn’t even have to ask him what drink he would like to have since he always went for the same Camus Cuvee and 100$ bill for the first bet. The stakes would increase accordingly to the amount of cognac the young man drank.

“Alright, I think it’s time to show the cards” a man in his fifties proclaimed after a single community card was dealt, and leaned back on his chair taking a long drag of a cigar he was holding in his hand. It was not a lucky night for him and there was no sense to continue this game anymore. His eyes traveled from his opponent to Duncan who was chewing on his bottom lip with his brows frowned.

Duncan knew the man had a shitty combination way before he offered to show the cards. Years of practice taught him to read people’s faces like a picture book and detect the slightest traces of doubt. Now it was all about the other guy’s hand.

“Player one’s got ace and king of spades,” the dealer announced when Duncan and the guy flipped their cards, “Player two has got ace and queen of diamonds. Player one has won the game”.

Duncan grinned and shook hands with them in honor of a great game.

“Huh, seems like all the money goes to the capital tonight,” the man grinned.

“It’s the king who did the job,” Duncan fend off teasingly and unconsciously ran his fingers through the curls. His Cartier ring clicked against the glass when he took another sip of cognac.

Suddenly they were interrupted by the sound of applause from the next room. Curiously the men turned their heads to see a tall, lanky guy jumping with excitement, throwing his fists up in the air, and screaming “Today is the best day of my life!”

“Well, well, another lucky specimen,” said the man with a cigar looking unimpressed.

“Do you think she helped him?” asked the younger guy and made a sign to the dealer to shuffle the deck for a new round.

Duncan watched the winner take his chips and head upstarts to get the money. His face was literally glowing with happiness. “It’s amazing what effect money can have on people, especially on those who never had it” Shepherd thought to himself remembering how many people he had to bribe back in the day.

“What to do you mean someone helped him?” he asked adjusting the collar of his cashmere turtleneck. Alcohol and the game got him feeling hot, so he took his jacket off and carefully placed on a chair next to him.

“Haven’t you heard about Y/N?” the older man suspiciously looked at Duncan. No way a gambler like him didn’t know the girl who always placed her bets on the winning numbers. No one understood how it all exactly worked, and she never told about the details implying that it was just the matter of good intuition, but the gamblers all over the world were haunting her and begging to help them. Although the majority didn’t have enough money to pay for her escort. The girl charged insanely big prices and always took one-fifth of the prize.

“Wait, that Y/N?” Duncan arched his brow. “The one who always wins? I didn’t know she was here”

Where else could she be?

The man hummed approvingly. His thin lips twitched when he looked above Duncan’s head and lifted his drink up as if he was greeting someone. Duncan turned around and a saw young woman dressed in a long silk dress that was draped in beautiful waves contouring the delicate curves of her feminine figure. Her posture was gracious, as she slowly made her way past the long corridor to the bar. He noticed the hungry look in the men’s eyes following her every step and the way they tried to catch her glance hoping she would at least look at them.

“There she is,” the man sounded so proud as if he knew her personally. Duncan wondered if she had ever helped him win.

“A fucking beauty queen” added the younger guy taking a long drag. All three of them couldn’t take their eyes off of the woman.

Duncan shifted on his seat uncomfortably. He cleared his throat and tried to sound uninterested when he asked:

“And how much does she charge?”

The man across the table was old and experienced enough to crack Duncan’s intentions right after the question rolled off his tongue. He narrowed his eyes. A lenient smile was ghosting across his lips as he spoke:

“That’s classified. If you want to know, go ahead and find out yourself” he gave the younger guy a sidelong look, and they both chucked.

“Would you want to try your luck tonight?” wondered the guy, and Duncan shrugged. He really didn’t need to win a fortune to feel good about himself, especially since he was rich enough to treat gambling as another way to spend his free time. What really got him was the fact that there was this mysterious girl, he had heard so many rumors about, out there who not only looked insanely gorgeous but was independent and picky enough to choose her clients. He once overheard that she refused to gamble with some sheik because she didn’t like the way he addressed her.

He felt the adore raise the familiar tingling sensation in the pit of his stomach. The tip of his tongue slid across his bottom lip, as he stared in the direction the girl just went. Maybe it was his chance because only God knew whether they would ever meet again.

“Excuse me, gentlemen” he nodded at the two men who weren’t even surprised that he decided to ditch them as soon as he saw the lucky girl. They couldn’t blame him. Duncan didn’t notice, but the younger guy discreetly slid a 100$ banknote under the table. The older man mouthed “told you”, and they watched Duncan hop off the chair and head to the bar.

His eyes wandered around the spacious room looking for the girl. People who could afford to relax in this bar definitely belonged to a higher echelon. One could tell it from the way they looked and the topics they were discussing: politics, economics, investments, stock markets, and international contracts. A group of men in their mid-40s was spotted on a leather couch. Three girls were with them sitting in their laps with the indifferent looks on their faces. The only things that probably worried them were other designer bags they could buy after escorting these men.

He saw her sitting alone in the farthest corner of the room lazily drinking a cocktail. Her arm was stretched on the back of the sofa frivolously, and she looked like she owned this entire place. A tall indoor palm tree was hiding her from the intrusive men who were more than willing to buy her a drink, and at the same time allowed her to keep an eye on everyone.

Duncan adjusted his jacket and slowly approached the girl who tilted her head a little at the sight of him. He took his seat on a dark burgundy leather couch across from her.

“Congratulations on another win,” he smirked and called over a waiter to order a drink, “it was brilliant”.

She narrowed her eyes.

“You weren’t even there,” her voice was deep and calm as if she was tasting every word on the tip of her tongue before saying it. Duncan’s eyes involuntarily traveled down her body to the bare knees. A high slit of her silk dress offered a fascinating scene of her skin, so smooth and soft at first glance.

“Thank you,” Duncan said to the waiter when he brought him his drink and turned his gaze back at the girl. “I’ve heard a lot about you” he ignored her snarky comment and took a sip enjoying the burning taste of the liquor. “It’s surprising how the world’s famous casino lets you help their clients when their primary goal is to keep people from winning, so they would come back over and over again”.

She was watching him attentively. He looked elegant in his all-black outfit, polished leather boots, with gold Rolex around his wrist and effortlessly styled hair. Despite a small marble table between them, she could sense a slight trail of his Tom Ford Tobacco Vanille fragrance.

“Well,” she tucked a loose strand of her hair behind the ear, “if you heard a lot about me, you know that I help people win on very rear occasions. It doesn’t do any damage to the budget. Besides I pay all my taxes ” she noticed his look on her legs and crossed them provocatively, so the slit of her dress went higher and showed more of her thighs. Maybe it was the second Cosmopolitan she was drinking, or the posh atmosphere of the casino, or the handsome appearance of the man, she didn’t even know the name of, but she enjoyed his attention. She thrived off of the idea of being provocative. It was thrilling to find out what turn their conversation would take.

“Duncan Shepherd,” he offered her his hand. She nodded, outstretched her hand, and slightly shivered when their skin made contact. He gently turned her palm downwards by the fingertips and brought it to his lips to leave a feather-light kiss.

“Y/N” she introduced herself and quickly took her hand back to grab the drink. “So to what do I owe the pleasure to enjoy,” she rolled her eyes, “your company?”

She took another sip without breaking eye contact. He bit his lower lip and rubbed his sharp jaw with the tips of his digits.

“I was wondering if you cared to collaborate with me tonight?” she cocked her eyebrow at his choice of words.

“Do you mean “to help you win a fortune?””

Duncan shrugged.

“If you are able to?” he put his glass on the table and leaned closer to her. Her gaze scanned his muscular thighs, long fingers he laced together, and went back at his face. His gray eyes sparkled mischievously in the faint light of the bar. “I mean” she shot a surprised glare at him, “I don’t doubt your intuition, but it would be my honor to witness it in action.”

He said the last words right when she brought the glass to her lips and was about to have a taste, but he caught her off-guard and she ended up choking. Her laughter, almost child-like and sincere, ringed in the crowded room like a wind chime. The lack of oxygen didn’t matter. All the anguish of the intimidating vibes of her appearance melted into the sound of her giggling. Duncan didn’t understand what was so funny, but the way she started wiping off the tears trying not to smear the mascara made him chuckle as well.

“You do realize that I don’t need to prove anything to you?” she took a deep breath trying to calm down. “And I’m too smart for this “I dare you” bullshit. Besides....” she pointed her manicured finger at him, “are you sure that you are able to afford me?” It was her turn to lean forward. Their faces were inches away, and she could feel the tension between them intensify.

He moved his head closer to her ear and even though she would never admit it, but the sensation of his hot breath across her skin made goosebumps line her skin and increased the pace of her heartbeat. She found herself lost for a second in his presence and missed the moment when she had let him put his hand on her knee and gently squeeze it.

“Name the price,” he whispered and leaned back with a wide smirk. She was thankful to the dim lights for not making her blush too obvious. Duncan wasn’t the first attractive guy who wanted her to help him, but she was surprised with the way her own body reacted to him. The ghost of his touch on her knee was still present, and she bit her lower lip, so the pain would remind her to stay focused. She cleared her throat and without looking at Duncan grabbed her purse, he just noticed, and started looking for something inside.

“Alright,” she took her Rouge Coco Chanel out, “this is how much I charge for one game” she wrote the price which actually looked like a phone number on a white napkin without any second thought of ruining the lipstick. She stood up and looked down at Duncan satisfied with the shock painted on his face. She hoped it would show him that she was serious. “Meet me at the roulette table in 10 minutes” she slid her hand down the dress adjusting the fabric and maybe doing it way too seductively than it had been intended, “if you are still in.”

xxx

He found her in one of the rooms with luxurious furniture and the roulette table right in the center of it. About twenty people stood around it ready to watch another win of Y/N. In fact, more of them wanted to see her, but it was a private room, so only the ones with a black pass could enter it. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly when she saw Duncan.

“I have already bought in,” she told him and nodded at the dealer who was preparing the chips.

“What if I hadn’t come?” asked Duncan amusingly taking his seat next to her. Maybe too close. Their hands were almost touching.

“Then it would have been the first time my intuition failed me,” she winked and turned her gaze at the dealer.

Duncan ordered another glass of cognac. Was it his third? Fourth one? When one was about to bet the half of his fortune it was never enough.

“What chips did you buy in for?” he asked her.

“500$ for the beginning,” she replied and let Duncan take the exchanged chips from the dealer’s hand.

He looked at the table examining the column bets. Since Y/N had bet 500$ he placed 5 chips for 100$ in the 1sr column, put another 500$ on black numbers, and another bank note went on red even numbers. The line bet covered six numbers and they played five to one.

Twenty minutes later he had three numbers covered which paid eleven to one. He needed to cover the table in order to get a straight up.

“Now you have a street,” she whispered, and he felt her leg pressing against his thigh. Duncan nodded and continued spreading his wages in the covered numbers. She was sitting so close, almost in his lap, her hair was brushing against his cheek.

“Please, concentrate, Ms. Y/L/N.” he smirked.

The dealer proclaimed that there were no more bets and asked to choose the winning number. Duncan sensed the way her body tensed next to him as she leaned forward towards the roulette wheel. His mouth watered at the sight of her cleavage.

“So what do you think?” he noticed how quiet it became in the room as everyone froze in anticipation, curiously waiting for the girl’s verdict.

“I’ll make the decision when he spins the ball” she nodded at the dealer allowing him to start spinning.

Duncan felt the pressure start building up in his body. He wasn’t sure if she would be able to make a bet on time because it was truly the matter of seconds. From the corner of his eyes, he saw some men whispering something to each other worryingly.

Everything was in slow motion for him: he watched the dealer pick the ball and give it a good spin. It was all about the girl next to him whether she would be able to pick the right number. It would either hit a jackpot or leave him bankrupt because she had persuaded him to bet almost half of his fortune. It was obvious that he was nervous as his arm snaked around her waist and he slightly squeezed her side so nobody would have noticed his trembling fingers. The silk of her Givenchy dress was cool under the tips of his digits. He grabbed the glass of Hardy Le Printemps with his free hand and emptied it in one gulp.

Adrenaline flooded his system like it was on the intravenous ride into his blood, making every cell of his body flatter with anticipation. That was what he liked about gambling: the thrill, the euphoric feeling of the unknown.

“Don’t worry, I’m always right.” she whispered in his ear soothingly, and her lips “accidentally” brushed against his neck.

His heart was about to beat out of his chest like a trapped bird when she finally said:

“25 red and odd”

Duncan chewed his bottom lips watching the wheel attentively. He could feel the blood pumping in his temples.

“No fucking way,” he gasped when the ball landed on 25. Red. The people around the table started whistling and applauding. A wide grin spread across her lips, as she breathed out in relief and leaned back on her chair. No matter how many times she had won, it was always stressful for her.

The dealer collected outside wagers, leaving 25. It was a red number, so Duncan’s black wager came in along with the even one. The dealer isolated the winning number and cleared out the table of the losing chips leaving the winning bets on the table.

That night Duncan Shepherd tripled his fortune thanks to a gorgeous girl by his side.

xxx

Both of them knew they would end up in Duncan’s suite, it was just the matter of who would give up first. The triumphant feeling of euphoria from winning star struck Duncan, swiping him off his feet in pure ecstasy and making his head feel dizzy, so it was no surprise when he kissed her hand in front of everyone not being able to hold himself back. The heat in his body needed a release.

He truly hadn’t doubted her abilities, but when it happened before his eyes...when the ball landed on the chosen number, he had to pinch himself and check whether it wasn’t a dream. In this almost unconscious state he didn’t remember how he took her hand and whispered “come with me”, but he definitely remembered that she agreed and followed him to his suite. Everything he’d been feeling for the last couple hours from sexual tension to the anxiety from watching the ball spin washed over him and exacerbated all his senses. He felt electric.

As soon as the door was shut behind his back, he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her closer to him, smashing their lips together in a passionate kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers immediately found their way into his hair, pulling and tagging the soft strands. She wrapped her leg around his waist, and his right hand possessively cupped her ass, pressing her clothed core against his growing bulge. The girl whimpered and ground his hips onto him, making both of them moan in unison from the slightest friction. Duncan’s tongue entwined with hers, and he teasingly sucked on it, his free hand making its way up to the silk straps of her dress to slide it off her shoulders. It pulled around her waist like liquid nacre giving him a breathtaking view of her full breasts with the pink buds of hardening nipples. Her velour tongue licked his bottom lip and then she trapped it between her teeth, pulling hard, as his palms covered her bust and squeezed roughly. She threw her head back giving him more skin to suck on, rutting her hips against his crotch.

“Baby, baby,” he whispered lowly, sucking on her pulsing point and moving his plush lips to her collarbones and down to the valley of her breasts needy to be touched and licked. She moaned loudly when he sucked on her right nipple and pinched the left one between his thumb and index finger making her tug his hair and instinctively bring him closer to her flushed chest. “Wrap your legs around me” Duncan murmured and let go of her right boob with a vulgar “pop”. She obeyed in mere seconds, and he placed his hands under her ass cheeks for the leverage and made his way towards the bed. A quite whine slipped off her lips when he threw her onto the sheets and her head drowned in the clouds of numerous pillows. He hovered over her and yanked the rest of her dress up to expose those sinful thighs he has put his eyes on earlier at the bar.

“You are so fucking wet for me,” he smirked, observing the wet patch of fabric between her legs. Duncan’s long fingers gently stroke her throbbing core through her panties enjoying her mewls. She wriggled on the sheets, thirty for his touch.

“And this is the woman who usually plays hard to get?” he teased mockingly, spreading out her wet folds and circling the glistening entrance with the tips of his fingers. “Or is it just for me?” he arched his eyebrow, attentively examining her face: brows frowned, cheeks burning with the growing heat, lips slightly opened in anticipation.

Instead of answering, she tried to hop on his fingers, but he pinned her hips down with his left hand holding her in place. His lips ghosted over hers as he asked:

“Tell me, hmmm?” her arms flew up to his neck and she embraced him, pressing her naked breasts against his chest. “Am I the first one you are willing to spread your legs for so eagerly?” he nibbled on her jaw, sliding one finger inside of her caressing the tightness of her walls. Duncan could cum like that just from the thought of how heavenly good she would feel around his cock.

She impatiently pulled the hem of his turtleneck up, hungrily roaming over the naked skin of his abdomen.

“Yes!” she cried out when he crooked his finger and pressed the knuckle against the spongy spot inside her. It did magical things to her body, making her spread her legs wider. “You are the only one.”

Duncan involved her in another kiss. He savored the taste of her lips as if is life depended on them. He pulled away just to quickly take off his turtleneck and start undoing his Burberry belt. She sat up and quickly discarded her crumpled dress tossing it aside. Kneeling on the bed before him, she slid her hands down his naked torso and stopped at the waistband of his boxers. Having leaned forward, she pressed her lips to the outline of his erection, mouthing the hard cock through the fabric. She quickly yanked his boxers down and confidently wrapped her wrist around his shaft giving it a couple of tugs.

“C’mon, doll,” he urged her, and she lifted her gaze up at him while stroking his hardness and stopping at the tip to massage it. She ran her thumb along the slit, collecting his precum and brought it to her lips. Wrapping them around her digits, she moaned at the taste of him. “Let’s put this pretty mouth of yours to good use”

She flipped her hair to the side, and Duncan helped by grabbing a fistful of it in a loose ponytail. He growled at the sensation of her lips around his head sucking on it and creating a vacuum around the sensitive flesh. She took her time to make his cock nice and wet before sliding down on his length and covering the part she couldn’t take with her palm. Duncan maneuvered his hand down between her parted thighs and slowly started rubbing her clit, as she hollowed her cheeks and gave his shaft a particularly hard tug. He moaned at the feeling and carefully inserted two fingers into her throbbing core, stretching her out and looking for one special spot. There it was, as he brushed against it the girl beneath him choked on his cock and covered his hand with her palm, pressing it closer to her pussy. Her mouth gasped open and she let go of Duncan’s cock in surprise.

“Oh God, right there,” she whimpered rolling her head to the side. The movement of his hand around his shaft became more erratic as she tried not to drown in the pleasure his fingers were causing her. He patted her cheek sliding his thumb along her wet lips, red and raw from sucking him off, and she nuzzled into his touch. Her hips moved with his fingers in sync, and he added the pressure on her clit eliciting another moan from her.

She cried out when he pulled his fingers out and reached for his hand in an attempt to bring it back to her throbbing sex. He grinned at her and leaned forward to place a soft kiss in the corner of her mouth.

“Lay down on your back, kitten,” she would never admit it, but the pet name made her heart drop. The amount of wetness between her thighs was embarrassing by that moment. Duncan quickly got a condom out of the nightstand, ripped the foil with his teeth and rolled it down his length.

He watched her with a hungry look in his eyes, as she laid down for him and spread her legs biting her bottom lip and looking at him through the hooded eyes. Keeping eye contact, she brought her hand to her pussy and slid two fingers inside just like he had done it seconds before. He crawled on top of her and pushed her thighs wider with his knee.

“What a bad girl,” he breathed out, “touching herself in front of Daddy like a thirsty bitch” she moaned in response when she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance. He cupped her face in his hands looking into her lustful eyes. “But only Daddy gets to touch your pussy, understood?” he slapped her fingers away and, without waiting for her reaction, went down on her.

His skillful tongue licked a wet stripe along her folds and stopped at the puffy clit. He pressed on it and swirled his tongue around the bud drawing a loud gasp from the girl. He hummed at the feeling of her fingers in his hair as she tried to bring him closer to her heat. His scruff was rubbing against her thighs, and this contrast of the burning sensation and gentle licks on her clit drove her insane.

“Daddy, please, don’t stop” she didn’t even care about keeping it cool anymore, moaning obscenely with every flick of his tongue.

“You are so fucking submissive” he pulled away for a second and smirked, admiring the way she arched her back. He added his fingers and started pumping them rhythmically in and out of her. “And I haven’t even started fucking you properly”.

The mouth and fingers combo turned her into a rambling mess of moans and pathetic whimpers. She felt a familiar coil unfold in the pit of her stomach making her tighten the grip on his hair.

“I’m so close, Daddy, I’m so...” she moaned gripping fistfuls of the cotton sheets. Her toes curled, as she felt her first orgasm of the night pierce through her body in hot, electric impulses. She clasped her thighs together probably suffocating Duncan, but judging from his muffled moans he didn’t seem to mind. Her flushed chest went up and down while she was trying to catch her breath.

Duncan kissed his way up to her stomach, and then to her breasts — she could feel the wetness of her own arousal on his face. Consumed with engrossing lust she started licking off her juices with salacious, sloppy sounds.

Duncan rolled to his side sliding his cock between her ass cheeks. Holding it in one hand he grabbed her by the hips with the other bringing her closer to him.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good” his lips were right next to her ear, and he mouthed on the sensitive spot. “Let you feel every inch of my cock” every word was followed by the teasing rub of the head of his dick against her hole. She turned her head at him entwining their lips in a desperate kiss.

“Want you” she muffled and let his tongue move to her neck and collarbones. He sucked gently on a tender skin leaving his mark. Bastard.

“Bring your legs towards your chest” Duncan whispered in her ear, and right after she obliged, he thrust inside her. A loud moan rolled off her tongue and she instinctively straightened her legs out. The sensation was so unbearably good that she couldn’t handle it

“Keep your legs bent,” he ordered grabbing her breast and twirled the nipple. Hard. She cried out but put her legs back into the needed position. Duncan let go of the abused bud as soon as she obeyed. “Good girl” he praised sucking on her earlobe.

He picked up the quick pace slamming his hips violently. She shut her eyes trying not to scream from the all-absorbing euphoria that rushed through her veins. Every fiber of her body fluttered under his touch. With each sway of his hips, his cock hit right at the most sensitive spot inside her.

“I don’t even need your strong intuition to know that you will be coming on my cock like a good slut,” he grabbed her by the waist helping himself going deeper into her. She put her top arm backward to pull him closer exposing her breasts for him that were bouncing with each thrust.

“Harder, harder,” she begged him in a broken voice, “Please, Daddy, harder...”

She felt his teeth on her neck, the strong grip of his fingers on her waist, his heavy panting in her ear, and it all was sending her to the edge. A pathetic sob slipped off her lips as she tried to keep her knees bent, but the stimulation was so damn good, it was making her legs tremble. The heavy smell of sex filled in her nostrils mixed with Duncan’s perfume.

He knew she was close when her walls started clenching around him squeezing him tightly. Duncan’s brought his finger to where they belong — to her clit, massaging it in a circular motion.

“C’mon, princess,” she could cum just form his raspy, fucked out voice calling her like that. “Come for me, baby”

No man in her life had ever had such power over her. Her body gave up and surrendered to him in no time. Her orgasm started as a warm sensation in the center of her body, spread in waves and reached the extent of it. Duncan’s fingers increased its intensity, and she felt like she was flying to the moon. Supernovas exploded before her eyes. He followed her in a few seconds, calling out her name. The pulsing of his cock deep inside her made her shiver and buck her hips riding off the last waves of her orgasm.

It felt good to be in his arms that were wrapped around her shoulders protectively, holding her close to him. She felt sleepy, and right when she was about to close her eyes and let Morpheus take her to the land of dreams, Duncan whispered:

“What would your intuition say if I asked you to have dinner with me tomorrow?”

She was glad that he was laying behind her and couldn’t see a wide grin on her face.

“I think it would be wonderful.”

Duncan didn’t care about the money he had won that night. The real jackpot was peacefully snoring next to him..

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