#I will talk your ear off (figuratively) at the slightest provocation

[smaller-comfort]

Actually, do you mind if I ask you for more from the fic game? Because "gotta start somewhere" is probably my favorite of your SoS fics and I'd like to know more of your thought process behind it. So, I choose: ★, ✿, ϟ, and ♫

ahaha I never mind being asked about my writing. that's why 90% of the stories I post have such extensive author's notes on tumblr.

gotta start somewhere is probably one of my favorite things that I've written, and there's a lot of shit going on behind it. I'll try to stay on topic here, but if you want the tmi infodump about the setting, their characterization, and why I wrote it, I can post that, too. This is going under a cut because it's still going to be long, and I'm going to include some cut scene fragments from the scrapfile.

★ what was the scene you most wanted to write in [fic]? what was the hardest scene to write?

Pretty much all of my modern AU stories start out as little scene fragments that live in this giant, out of control google doc, so initially I wasn't actually expecting this to even *be* a fic in the first place. It was sort of just a footnote to myself- chastity devices are a recurring element because I think they're hot, but the in-universe justification started out as a way for them to work around Resh'an's anorgasmia.

So, it started with the post-coital pillow-talk after they have sex for the first time and Aephorul realizes Resh'an didn't come (why didn't he notice *while* they were fucking? plot hole, actually! but he's also kind of dumb). And that conversation is really the core of the story I wanted to tell- I wanted to establish some of Resh'an's issues around sex and relationships, and I wanted to get at that moment where Aephorul realizes his feelings. Everything else built out around that.

The ending was probably the hardest part, because I struggle a lot with endings in general. And it kind of goes back to the whole thing not really being intended as a full story; I wasn't sure where it was supposed to end in the first place. (I realize I say this about a lot of stories but this was also one I didn't think I'd have the courage to finish or post.)

The first sex scene was also very difficult and I put it off for a long time because I wasn't all that interested in writing it. It just didn't feel as important as the things that lead up to it or the things that follow after. I'm pleased with how it turned out, though- it's fun for me to read, at least, even if I didn't have that much fun writing it initially. (Choreographing sex scenes is always a little bit tricky, and I frequently shoot myself in the foot by overcomplicating things.)

✿ did anything major change when you started writing [fic] to when you finished?

The whole thing! That initial, central conversation changed drastically. It got broken up into two parts, which meant I had to write them having sex twice (oh noooo). Resh'an was originally going to handle Aephorul's feelings a little more maturely and not have a panic attack. The ending got rewritten half a dozen times, and the 'boyfriends' conversation wasn't supposed to happen until later on in their relationship.

At one point I had delusions of grandeur about starting the story with them meeting for the first time, and actually attempting to write a long, multi-chaptered, slow burn thing. (You can read some of that here, and also see the original working title.)

Here are some of the ending bits that were cut, and what's left of their original conversation in my notes.

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(the first part that I wrote, sort of; the actual original got chopped up too much for me to put back together. i still like parts of this better than what's in the final story, but i'm probably not going to go back through and change it. no guarantees, though.)

warning for implied history of sexual assault

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“No, I didn't come, no, you didn't do anything wrong, yes, this happens a lot. Can you leave it alone, or are you going to get weird about it?”

[snip]

“Look, it's not about you, okay? You were great. You didn't do anything wrong. It was good. Like…really good.” Resh'an's shoulders hunched in a little.

He swallowed. “Then why are you acting like you're mad at me?”

“I'm not mad, I just- fuck.” He curled up, burying his face in his arms. “The sex was great. I'm just a fucking headcase. It's not even about you, I just get- stuck. And most guys get weirded out by it, or they think it's a challenge, even when I say it's fine and I don't want to, they don't-” He stopped, and took a shaky breath.

“Okay.” Aephorul reached out, wrapping one arm around Resh'an's waist and pulling him close again. “Okay. I won't…I won't push. Okay? If you don't want to, that's fine. I just- really, really want to do this again sometime.” Tomorrow morning, ideally. And again, tomorrow night, and the following morning, and- oh, he was so fucked.

“Me too,” Resh'an said hoarsely, and Aephorul let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. “I was just really hoping I wasn't going to fuck this up so soon.”

Aephorul's heart did something painful in his chest. “Same, honestly,” he muttered. “I'm fucking awful at this most of the time. Not- sex. I'm good at that. Everything else, though.” He'd never wanted to be good at this. It had never mattered, before.

Resh'an laughed, a sharp, bitter sound. He uncurled a little, and turned back over to face Aephorul. “It's okay. I suck at this, too.”

[snip]

“I really like you,” he whispered, feeling raw and stupid and hopeful.

“Oh.” Resh'an made a quiet, choked off sound in the back of his throat, and curled a little closer. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He tucked Resh'an's head under his chin and held him close. “I really do.”

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(post-story ending fragment #1- I wrote this before I finished a lot of the actual story, so now it doesn't fit in terms of continuity/characterization. I actually still really, really love this scene, though, and I'm glad I got to keep some parts of it.) (Aephorul's brothers' names keep changing on me. The two he's closest with are twins, and are maybe 2 or 3 years older than him.)

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“I'm assuming, since you didn't even tell me until yesterday- you're not out to your family, are you?”

“No. I mean- two of my brothers kind of know. I haven't told them or anything, but- they know.” Aephorul sighed. “The rest of my family has no idea. Honestly, I wasn't ever planning to tell them. It wasn't ever supposed to matter- I was going to graduate and go to med school and then figure it out from there.”

“Sorry.”

“Huh?” Resh'an wasn't looking at him. “It still doesn't matter that much. I mean- I do want you to meet my folks.” He'd already been planning to invite Resh'an to spend spring break with him.

“But you're not going to introduce me as your boyfriend.”

Aephorul sat up. “Is that what you are?” he demanded.

Resh'an was covering his face with his hands again. “I don't know! Maybe? I don't…” he took a deep breath. “I told you, I don't do this normally.”

“I don't either. My longest relationship lasted three months.” And that had been in high-school, with a girl, and Aephorul didn't really think that counted. “Look. It wasn't supposed to matter if I was a fucking queer, because I wasn't supposed to meet someone who made it matter.”

Resh'an dropped his hands and sat up too. “What's that supposed to mean?”

“It means-” Aephorul rubbed the back of his neck. “I don't fucking know. I want to tell [name] about you. And if I tell him, he'll tell Mihail, and they'll both give me shit about it, but they won't tell anyone else. My parents- they're paying my tuition and rent. I can't risk that.”

Resh'an looked away. “I get it- I really do. If I could've done things differently, I probably would have.” He sighed. “You shouldn't risk it. I'm not going to ask you to.”

“I would. If you did ask me to.” As soon as he said it, he wished he hadn't. It was too much- even if it was true.

“I won't.” Resh'an shook his head. “It's not worth it.”

“You are, though.” Resh'an stared at him. Aephorul could feel his face heating.

“You don't…actually mean that,” Resh'an said slowly. “In a few weeks you'll get tired of this and it'll be fun while it lasted, but…that's all there is to it.”

“Okay. You know what? Just give me a list of all the people who've hurt you, so I can break their faces.”

“I'm starting to think you really just want an excuse to punch people.” Resh'an narrowed his eyes at Aephorul. “And, once again, it's a really long list.”

“I promise I don't need an excuse for that.” He pulled Resh'an into a hug. “Look, why don't you work some of that bullshit out with your therapist.” Resh'an groaned and buried his face in Aephorul's shoulder. “And in the meantime- I don't know. I like the idea of you being my boyfriend.”

“I'm not gonna hold your hand on the way to class.”

“Ugh.” He hadn't been planning to in the first place, but now that he was thinking about it, he wanted to. Embarrassing. “Whatever. You have sweaty hands, anyway.”

“I do not- asshole!”

“You know what they say,” he deadpanned. “You are what you eat.”

Resh'an flicked him on the ear again.

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(ending fragment #2, because it's cute and i love writing their general physicality with each other.)

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They got out of bed and got dressed eventually; Aephorul finally got the tangles out of his hair. The coffee was cold by the time they got around to it. Resh'an was quiet in a way that felt fragile and skittish until Aephorul wrapped his arms around him from behind and just picked him up.

“Hey! What the-”

“You have no idea how often I've wanted to do this to you.” Resh'an wasn't that much shorter than him, but he was mostly spindly limbs and nervous energy, so he was relatively easy to haul around.

“Shithead, let me go-” Resh'an wiggled half-heartedly, but now he was laughing.

“Nope.” Aephorul swung him back and forth a little. “Not gonna do that. Forget holding hands, I'll just carry you to class.”

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ϟ tell me what moment/scene in [fic] made you sicko in the window.jpg to read and i’ll tell you which scene made me feel that way to write

Tell me your sickos.jpg moment! For me it, uh. Was kind of the whole thing. A lot of it was me making a calculated decision to write the sort of thing I would've bookmarked on livejournal when I was 20, which is sort of why it's Like That.

Aephorul's panicked internal monologue at the beginning is so fucking funny to me- it's really just a lot of brute force exposition to shortcut some of that slow burn stuff that I didn't write. I didn't want to start the story abruptly without establishing that 1) they are friends but Aephorul is real weird about everything and 2) that Resh'an is an aggressively nerdy queer extrovert. I love how it turned out, though- and to really get the full effect, you have to imagine a completely expressionless Aephorul sitting there staring at Resh'an with this intense look on his face, while internally he's having a complete screaming crisis.

The bartender did not think they were dating. The bartender though Aephorul was a serial killer. Aephorul is only vaguely aware of how unsettling he is to most people.

I had to rewrite their inital waking-up conversation several times, but I was really determined to keep the "rain check" -> "Hey look, it's raining" bit because I love a goofy punchline. And it helps to establish Resh'an's tendency to retain and repeat the things people say to him, which is important at the end.

It's not necessarily apparent because it isn't something Aephorul is consciously processing in the moment, but all of his little panicked vertigo moments are him being so turned on he can't see straight. So those are all hooks for some porn of self discovery that I want to eventually write. (Resh'an is comfortable with what he likes, for the most part, but Aephorul has really only had vanilla sex up to this point.)

I really loved writing the interlude when Resh'an's alarm goes off; it's an important bit of character building for both of them, but I'm also just fond of the image of Resh'an scrambling for his phone in a panic.

Resh'an's panicked babbling and "but- I want it to mean something" still gets me whenever I reread it. It's the payoff for all of Resh'an's little skittish moments, and the reveal that the pining is mutual, and it's probably my favorite moment in the story. He and Aephorul have opposing character arcs in this AU; Resh'an starts out very fragile and full of sharp edges, but he becomes more confident and secure with himself as he gets older. Aephorul is very sure of himself at this point in his life, but you can already see the cracks beginning to form.

Figuring out how to include the sweaty palms bit was absolutely my most sickos.jpg moment because, as I've said before, I think I am hilarious.

♫ send a fic and i’ll make a 3-5 song playlist for you

ahahaha oh no some of this is just stuff I was listening to in college, and it helps to put my head in the right time period for the story.

Guster - Demons; an Aephorul song, because sometimes he really is that dramatic. There's an a capella cover of this song that I adore but I don't think it exists online.

Thicke - Lazy Bones; this is both of them, really, although theyre both overachieving messes. To really get the full effect of this song, you need to find the Naruto amv that I first heard it on back in 2004. (I am not attempting to find it. It's better in my memory.)

World Inferno Friendship Society - My Brother the Mayor of Bridgewater; kind of a deep cut, but this is a Resh'an song to me, and also a tangential setting reference

Something Corporate - Watch the Sky; mostly another Resh'an song, although it's really both of them to each other, and also one of my favorite songs ever.

Florence and the Machine - You've Got the Love; look I did say I was bad at playlists; I'm not out here trying to do anything original.

[bows4tyun]

⛌⛌⛌ MANNERISM ⸝⸝ 강태현

pairing! - tradhusband!taehyun x wife!reader

warnings! - meandom!taehyun, sub!reader, unprotected sex, spanking as punishment, dirty talk, slut shaming, taehyun makes reader beg/apologize, big cock taehyun, taehyun calls reader baby

lexi adds! - requested by my darling @bambiihee (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) also love the coloring of the text bc it looks like yummy neapolitan ice cream :p not proofread!

feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

taehyun watched your every move like a hawk eyeing it’s prey throughout the whole party, watching the way you offered drinks to every guest. you seemed more like a maid than his wife but that’s how taehyun liked it.

he liked to have you well behaved wherever the two of you went, whether it’d be at his office or at your shared home where you were right now, he’d make sure you acted right and were seen as the perfect wife.

taehyun couldn’t deny the pride he felt when they complimented you for being so kind with everything you said and did.

however, this time it wasn’t how taehyun planned it to be.

for starters, even before the guests arrived you were already stirring up trouble. you wore a dress that taehyun completely disapproved of. the dress in question was a black dress of satin material, it looked stunning on you and hugged your curves beautifully. you absolutely loved the dress and taehyun did too but he wasn’t too fond of how short the dress was, it was way high up above your knees, half of your thighs exposed because of the length.

seeing you like this made him believe it was way too provocative for you to take care of the many guests.

with cold censure eyes taehyun spoke firmly, “go change your dress, it’s too short.”

his words left no room for debate or discussion yet you argued back, your tone sweet yet defying of him. “can’t you see the time? the guests will start arriving any minute, there’s no time for me to change.” with your statement, you walked past him and out of the room, which left him to provoke a feeling of anger rise in him the slightest bit.

now his eyes wouldn’t leave your figure, even if you were across the room and he was in the middle of a conversation with a coworker. he observed the way you went up and asked guests if everything was okay. yeah that was sweet of you but it wasn’t until his eyes wandered and he caught one of his strange coworkers purposely drop an empty plastic cup on the floor. out of the kindness of your heart, you bend over to pick it up for the man, accidentally giving him a free show without even realizing it.

taehyun always had a weird feeling about that man. It seemed that at every party that he hosted, he was always finding a way to talk to you or touch you in any shape or form, it pissed taehyun off how the guy couldn’t keep his hands off of his wife.

this made taehyun snap. he excused himself from the conversation and quickly headed over to where you were, handing the guy back his cup. when the guy thanks you with a smirk plastered on his face, taehyun pulls you by your arm, startling you.

angrily, he whispers into your ear, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

with a confused look in your eyes and a small pout of your lips you respond, oblivious of the situation at hand. “w-what do you mean…?”

“you know what I fucking mean. stop acting like a slut” his words are harsh and threatening, his eyes shooting daggers at you.

“I’m sorry…” you apologize, not sure of what you were even apologizing for but you didn’t want to anger taehyun any further.

“good.” he says, calmed down for now. “but don’t think that I’ll let you off the hook that easy, I have something for you after this.”

his grip loosens and he starts walking back as if nothing happened. but this wasn’t without him shooting a death glare at the man who had the nerve to grin at the sight of you. taehyun would deal with him later back at the office.

⸝⸝

when the party is over, you are walking all over the place, making sure you didn’t miss any trash that you were picking up. taehyun was in the bathroom before he came out, in a white tee and gray sweatpants that hung loosely on his bottom half, his hair was damp and messy from the shower he had taken, the complete opposite of how the guests had seen him.

you didn’t see him, too focused on cleaning as he leaned on the doorframe, eyeing how you would bend over to pick up a variety of trash left behind.

just as you’re about to get up, taehyun grips your hips, pressing his erection in the swell of your ass before he began to grind himself against you leisurely.

startled by his bold approach, you grip onto the edge of the nearest thing to you; the armrest of your couch. he grinds even harder than before, emitting a sweet soft whimper from your lips.

“fucking slut…” he mumbles under his breath but still loud enough for you to hear. “this ass is supposed to be mine only, right?” his voice is mellow yet presumptuous as he speaks in a low threatening tone.

you nod in response, knowing how taehyun became when he didn’t get an answer he liked. “a-all yours…” your words were quiet as you spoke, almost inaudible as your eyes were adorned with the small glint of fear.

before you knew it, a loud smack to your ass was heard, causing you to surge forward and grip tighter on the armrest. you whimper helplessly at the burning sting sensation left from the spank.

“louder”

“I’m all yours!”

“better but don’t expect me to soften up.” another smack to your ass. “start counting.”

once again, he spanked you but you know better than to not count the ones from before. “one!”

smack!

“two-!”

“with apologies. I want to hear them nice and clear, baby”

smack!

“three! I’m sorry…!” the stinging feeling seemed to catch up to you as you felt your eyes had a fresh coat of tears, you had to blink them away in order to get your words out without choking on them.

“sorry for what?” the sternness of his voice was minacious in the way he spoke, almost as if he enjoyed the sound of your pain, even just a little tad bit.

“I’m sorry for… being a slut!” your voice was almost filled with a waterfall of tears as you continued to endure your punishment just as you always did, not wanting to disappoint him.

after the words of true penitence have left your lips, you feel the cold evening breeze hit your ass as taehyun lifts your dress, exposing the red marks on your skin from the harsh punishment. he rubs the skin almost in a soothing manner, as if he felt sorry. he knew it wasn’t your fault that dirty bastard wanted to see you in such a vulgar manner yet he took his anger out on you. taehyun wasn’t the type to apologize in words so he wouldn’t be the one to say it.

“I think you deserve some cock for taking your punishment so well, hm?”

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your soft moans and whimpers along with the lewd wet sounds of love filled the room, the strong scent of sex not failing to linger as taehyun rutted his hips into you.

“hmph! s-so good…!” your grip on the sheets tightens as the tip of taehyun’s cock kissed your sweet spot with such affection, his way of apologizing for his actions.

“yeah? you’re taking it so well, fuck” more squelches of wet pleasure echoed throughout the house, your grip on his cock tightening as you squeezed him like a vice, milking his cock. taehyun hissed at the feeling, throwing his head back in ecstasy and his eyes closed shut.

he continued to smack your ass although softer than before. taehyun obviously didn’t want you to forget who was in charge here.

taehyun huffed out in immense pleasure, knowing that he was very close to release. his hips didn’t take a break, they quickened and so did your sounds of contentment. your knuckles had gone white from how tight your grip on the expensive duvet sheets but, who could blame you when taehyun’s thick cock was plowing into you as if his life depended on it? his brows furrowed as he focused on release.

“you want my cum?” he asked, not slowing down the pace of his thrusts in any way.

“yes! give it to me…!”

“you’ll have to beg for it, baby. life isn’t easy like that”

with no other choice and the only way to get the satisfaction you desperately needed, you begged. “please! taehyun give me your cum, fill me up! I need to so badly!”

“so badly, hm? okay baby, I’ll give it to you but only because you begged so nicely.” a smirk crawls to taehyun’s lips when he says this and he sees you look over your shoulder to meet your gaze with his, pleading eyes shimmering with delight as you continued to take his rough hard thrusts.

in a matter of seconds, you’re cumming on his cock, gushing over him and clenching around him oh so tight, it drove taehyun crazy.

taehyun is now determined to finish inside of you. he doesn’t even need to try. the sounds of your moans were like music to his ears as he looked down to gaze at where the both of you connected, such a beautiful sight to him.

an overly powerful thrust was all that was needed for his cum to fill you up, painting your insides completely white. now both of you are left panting to recover from your climaxes.

taehyun lets out a small hum of satisfaction, giving your ass one last small slap before pulling out and watching his cum escape and ooze out of your hole, dripping onto the newly cleaned floor. his strong arms turn your around and he pulls you into a affectionate embrace, kissing your forehead gently and brushing your hair away from your face. he lifts your chin up with a singular finger, his fierce eyes meeting yours.

“don’t let it happen again, okay?”

“I promise it won’t…”

his hands come to rest on your hips, his thumbs rubbing loving circles on your soft skin before he kisses you once more.

“I trust you to keep that promise, baby.”

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[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

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.” 

[randomshyperson]

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.

[bittersweetmorality]

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.

[yukidragon]

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.”

[caiminnent]

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.

[melodiesofblueroses]

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.

[sinner-as-saint]

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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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?

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‘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.’

[flightfoot]

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.

[thestruidora]

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.

[heathsbitch]

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?

[venusxxlangdon]

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

Words: 5.5k

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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Humans are Weird “Doggo”

Sorry that I haven’t written in a few days, but I was studying for a test. Regardless, here is another story. Feel free to send me your ideas. Weather I use them or not sort of depends on if I can think of an interesting way to write it. If the idea is small, I might combine it with another idea later on, but who knows. Please though, send me your ideas!

Humans are the only known creatures to create mutually beneficial bonds with other organisms larger than bacterium. The parallel evolution of humans and canines is a situation completely unique to humans. Some scientists suggest that it came from the need to survive on such a hostile world, while the lay person might suggest that humans are too clueless to know when something is inadvisable or, for that matter, impossible.

 Krill had never seen the captain skip before, not that he wasn’t the skipping type, but because that sort of action proved to be more difficult to coordinate with his prosthetic leg. Despite that fact, Captain Vir made a big show of skipping into the bridge grinning hugely despite nearly tripping over the last stair.

“I got my approval.” He chanted continuing his skip around the room as Krill watched in bemused entertainment. For all their predatory nature, humans proved themselves to be some of the most unintimidating creatures in the galaxy. One minute they could be trying to kill you and the next minute they would be trying to cuddle you.

Perhaps, if it had still been his first transfer aboard the human ship, Krill would have seen the ridiculous display as a demonstration of the captain’s athletic ability as some sort of dominance ritual. That, and the wide grin that split his face showing a row of strong white teeth, might have served to Scare Krill away. But six months was sufficient to know that this was an almost overenthusiastic demonstration of happiness.

It wasn’t likely to be showing dominance to anyone.

For some reason, not many grown humans of the male gender took to skipping.

Upon hearing the captain’s chanting, the rest of the crew began to mummer some whooped in that way humans do to show support for members of their packs.

Krill looked on in confusion, “Approval for what?”

Captain Vir paused his frolicking long enough to look at Krill and grin, “It’s a surprise. You’ll love it.”

Krill had a feeling that might have been a bit of an exaggeration. Usually when humans said things like that it turned out to be either something very dangerous, weird, or stupid. Yes, that even applied to things like cake. The humans hadn’t been wrong that he would like it, until he learned that some humans consumed so much of it that they caused their hearts to fail.

Humans can become addicted to anything. Guess that’s the consequence of having natural drugs, Dopamine, injected into your blood stream at the slightest provocation for pleasure.

“We will be stopping off at substation Gamma to pick up the package.” Captain Vir finished plopping into his seat grin still plastered across his face.

 Didn’t take them long to make it to the substation. Sitting on the bridge, Krill used one of the Hull cameras to examine the small space station marveling at the massive see-through dome that looked inwards on the flourishing human city.  Not every human enjoyed spending days and days locked aboard the ship, and just like humans, when they didn’t like something, they fixed it.

From what he knew, the massive station was equipped with climate control and artificial atmosphere to allow those inside the illusion of being back on earth.

For this reason, it was one of the only stations in the quadrant that could sustain human livestock.

The idea was astounding to Krill, the idea that humans had harnessed the power of nature herself controlling entire herds of animals and harvesting them for their byproducts despite those animals being larger, stronger, and potentially more durable than their human counterparts.

On Krill’s home planet, they took pains to avoid influence form the wild. Walls were built to block themselves off from larger, more dangerous creatures, not that the creatures were particularly dangerous when compared to animals that naturally inhabited the human planet of Earth. In all his life, Krill had never actually SEEN a non-sentient being close up: Sentient by the definition that they had a complex linguistic system that could convey abstract ideas.

Eyes wide with wonder, Krill watched as a large heard of earth animals were funneled towards a smaller enclosure. The animals could easily have outweighed the humans by four or five times, but somehow the humans managed to control their eventual destination.

From this distance, it was hard to see the beasts, but still Krill was enthralled.

The ship banked lightly and the engines cut off as smaller, auxiliary ships moved outwards slowly maneuvering the larger ship into position on the docks.

Once control of the ship had been taken over, Captain Vir bolted from his seat racing down the hall and towards the docking bay. Krill followed more slowly reaching the docking bay just as the ramp was beginning to open.

Captain Vir waited at the top of the ramp shifting form one foot to the other in that way humans have when they are excited.

Krill paused a few feet away watching as the system slowly lowered the ramp into place.

As the ship let off its last hydraulic hiss, Krill had just enough time to let off a terrified trill as the ravening predator rushed up the ramp straight towards them.

If Krill had thought human predatory features were exaggerated, than this was beyond compare enough to have him locked in place in pure terror.

The creature ran on all fours, powerful muscles rolling up its furry body as it charged moving faster than any human. Each toe was topped by a long, black claw. As with all predators, the eyes faced straight forwards with wide dark pupils. The massive ears protruded from the apex of the head pointed up and forward.

Sharp glittering teeth almost half an inch long dripped with saliva as the ravening beast charged them throat expressing a guttural trill at a disturbingly high pitch as it ran. Krill staggered back as the creature was upon them launching itself from the ground and straight towards the Captain’s neck.

Krill was on his back.

Like only a human could, the captain had caught the beast around the middle staggering back under the force of the blow. Prosthetic leg caught on a rivet, and he went down to the floor as the animal lunged for his face.

Krill let off another high trill of terror as the monster pinned the captain to the ground sharp fangs glittering as he attacked the captain’s exposed face.

And that’s when Krill heard it.

Laughter.

The captain was laughing.

He stopped panicking just long enough to sit up and look over confusedly trying to figure out what was going on. Captain Vir lay on his back throat exposed to the predator that stood atop his chest head down. But instead of the terrible mutilating bites that Krill had expected, he was stunned to see that the animal was LICKING him large pink tongue running over the man’s face from forehead to chin with a frantic repetition.

The high pitched keening still rose from the animal’s throat as it desperately tried to slobber on every exposed surface of the captain’s skin.

Its tail waved spastically back and forth.

The captain laughed again, “Stop… stop…. Quit it you big lug.” Despite his protests, the man made no move to fight the animal off instead choosing to pull it closer running his hands through the creature’s fur.

Krill stayed frozen in shock as the predator allowed the captain access to his neck eventually rolling over to expose his soft underbelly to the man who proceeded to rub the soft fur there talking to the animal the entire time as the high pitched keening switched to a low rumbling.

This creature was capable of ripping the man in half, and yet here he was cuddling with it like it was his pillow.

Captain Vir looked up at Krill a grin splitting his slobber-covered face.

“Krill, I’d like you to meet Waffles, my dog.”

Krill blinked in confusion. First of all, he was pretty sure waffles were a type of cake that humans liked to eat, and this didn’t look like a cake, second of all the captain was hugging an Apex predator even allowing the thing to lick his face, and third of all HIS dog.”

The “dog” pushed its way into a sitting position, and the captain wrapped an arm around it’s back like he would to another human. The animal turned his head and rested it’s snout on the man’s chest looking up at him with a sort of primitive admiration.

Krill stared on in silence.

Captain Vir grinned rubbing the dog’s large ears, “Man’s best friend.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Krill asked in confusion

Captain Vir shrugged, “A primitive human once bonded a wolf, and instead of killing him it must have seen something useful in us because, after thousands of years, they are still with us. Nothing will ever love you as much as a dog does.”

As if in agreement, the dog waved its tail and scooted closer acting as if the human was a member of its own species.

The captain motioned Krill closer, “Come on, come meet her.”

Krill very much did not like that idea, but he knew form experience you could easily offend a human by not taking their word for something, so slowly, he scooted closer breath held.

The dog turned its head wet nose twitching eyes locked on to krill. He froze in place feeling as if he was going to drop dead from fright.

The animal gave a low rumble.

The captain nudged it in the ribs “Be nice, he’s a friend.”

Lowering its head in compliance, the animal stretched its neck forward still sniffing. The captain kept one hand on the creature’s back as it took a tentative step forward. Krill began to feel sick as the animal ran its snout up and won his body slowly circling him body moving predatorily as it did so.

After a few minutes the animal took a seat next to Krill and allowed its tongue to loll from its mouth. Its body moved in quick motions as it panted. Krill vaguely wondered if the animal was hyperventilating.

The captain grinned, “Awesome, go on, you can pet her now.”

Krill very much did NOT want to pet it, but found the human’s encouraging smile to be too much. He didn’t want to disappoint the captain, so tentatively, he reached out a hand and slowly ran it down the animal’s soft fur, not totally the same to human hair.

The animal beat it’s tail once turning its snout towards Krill.

He froze hand still in the animal’s Fur.

The dog contemplated him for a long moment with its large dark eyes before tentatively licking krill’s hand. Its tongue was warm and wet. Krill tried not to think about how he might have tasted to the creature.

This was truly freaky

 What Krill saw over the next few days, he would never have believed if he hadn’t seen it?

He saw the man cuddle with the dog. They slept together dog’s head and front paws resting on the man’s chest reproachfully eyeing anyone who seemed willing to disturb the man’s slumber. She did the same thing if the man was sitting, making a point to lay as close to him as possible. If she couldn’t be on his lap than she would be at his feet.

She begged for food and played with him content to chase the same ball for hours and hours if given the chance. At any moment she could have killed him, tore his trachea from his throat, but instead she followed at his heels obedient to almost every whim.

Turns out the creature had a vastly superior sense of smell to anything Krill had ever seen. It could track missing objects simply by using the particles the object left behind in the air. It could run faster than the humans, had fur to keep itself warm, and come to learn, the animals were often used to chase down and attack criminals on the command of human police forces, so Krill wasn’t wrong in supposing the creature could easily kill them.

If it wasn’t for he humans superior cortical structure, and the use of opposable thumbs, they would have never had a chance against these creatures in a wild setting.

 But as is known humans don’t care what you think is possible, and if they want to cuddle with apex predators and survive, they will, and there is nothing you can do to stop them

[allie-mcginn]

Who do you belong to? | Nolan Patrick Smut

A/N: requested by anon (also I’m on mobile, so I have no clue how to do ‘read more’ sorry) sorry for any errors!

THANK YOU to @lizzywow for helping me to finish this! Love you!!

Word count:2393

Warnings: SMUT!!! Don’t read if you’re under 18! Choking. Alcohol. Jealous!Nolan. Nolan grabs the readers wrist tightly, idk if that’s triggering.

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So you and Nolan were out at a club in Philly, celebrating the teams win tonight over the Penguins. You had dressed up a bit more provocative than usual and were planning on having a fun night with Nolan. However, your night was not going as planned.

Nolan was standing at the bar with Ivan and Oskar, in no mood to be with you on the dance floor. Luckily, TK was in the mood to let loose and was more than willing to dance with you. As you and TK danced to the beat of the music, you couldn’t help but continuously glance in Nolan’s direction. Only to find him laughing at something Ivan said instead of looking at you. It may have been the alcohol talking, but you wanted nothing more than to send Nolan into a jealous rage. Simply because when Nolan is jealous, the sex is so good, you can’t walk straight for days afterwards.

So, you moved yourself closer to Travis, who was pretty drunk and just looking to have fun at this point. As a rather sexual song started playing over the speakers, you found yourself turning around and leaning into Travis’ embrace, your back pressed against his chest.

“Y/N, what do you think you’re doing?” Travis slurred in your ear.

“Dancing, what does it look like?” You said as if it was obvious while moving your body against his in a sinful manner.

TK just shrugged and pulled your body closer to his trying to match your rhythm. Both of you knew TK would never push things too far. Nolan was his best friend and he respected you and the relationship you two had, that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy flirting with you to rile Nolan up occasionally. You and TK danced for a few songs, with you occasionally glancing over towards the bar to see if Nolan was reacting the way you wanted him to. You met his eyes as you moved your hips a bit more seductively and ran your hand through TK’s hair, Nolan just looked back at you with a rather unreadable expression. If how you were moving was not getting him jealous, then you’d have to step it up a notch. You pulled TK’s head down, moving your mouth to his ear.

“Time to turn it up a bit, Konecny.” He smirked and spun you around so your fronts were pressed together. You moved against each other, with his hands roaming around your body and yours tangled in his hair. He maneuvered one of his legs between yours, giving you something to grind against. He smirked at you and tilted his head in the direction of your rosy-cheeked boyfriend.

You looked over your shoulder to see Nolan holding his drink with white knuckles. His jaw was clenched and his pupils were blown in either anger or lust, you couldn’t tell, you didn’t care. You got the reaction you wanted.

You winked at him as he chugged the rest of his drink and stalked over to where you were, leaving Ivan and Oskar confused at his sudden departure. By the time Nolan reached you, you had turned your attention back to Travis, successfully ignoring the fact that your boyfriend was now standing behind you. You only acknowledged him once he grabbed you by the shoulder, forcing you to turn and face him.

“What do you think you’re doing, angel?” You smirked and reached up to run a hand through his hair.

“Dancing with Trav. What does it look like, babe?” You looked up at him with an innocent look playing across your face as he looked down at you in disbelief. By this time Travis has disappeared off the dance floor and over to Ivan and Oskar at the bar.

“You think it’s okay to dance like that with TK? I think you forgot who you belong to, angel.” He rasped in your ear and the hand he had on the small of your back moved lower and pulled you closer to his large frame. The grip you had on his hair tightened while your free hand found a home on his broad chest.

You smirked up at him, “Oh yeah? And who is that?”

You knew that you were making him mad by the way he gripped your hips with more pressure, but that just made the wetness in your panties even more noticeable to you. You could feel other people bumping into you and Nolan, obviously annoyed that the two of you weren’t dancing but instead just standing still in the middle of the dancefloor. Nolan just growled at your response, frustrated that you were playing games.

“Hmm, no answer? Guess I’ll just go find Trav and see if he’ll tell me who I belong to.” You remove yourself from Nolan’s hold and start to walk over to where the other Flyers players were. Nolan was quick to react, grabbing your wrist more aggressively than he should’ve. He yanked you back into his chest, grip not loosening in the slightest. Honestly, you’d only seen Nolan this aggressive on the ice and weren’t sure how to react; so, you froze.

“Oh, angel, you’re gonna regret that. We’re leaving. Now.” He dragged you out of the club into the chilly Philadelphia air, you struggled to keep up with his rapid pace as he walked back to your shared apartment.

“Nolan, please slow down. I’m in heels.”

However, your pleas fell upon deaf ears. The tall, brown-haired boy didn’t utter a single word in your direction until the two of you were in the privacy of your apartment. As soon as the door was locked, Nolan turned to you, eyes dark and filled with lust, he circled your frozen figure. He stopped behind you and moved your hair behind your ear, leaning closer to you.

“You’ve been playing a dangerous game all night, angel. One that you had no chance in winning.” His lips trailed along the exposed skin on your neck, your head instinctively leaning to the side to give him more access. You moaned in pleasure, finally getting what you had wanted all night long.

“Oh I think I've already won,” you panted out as Nolan continued to suck on your sweet spot. He bit down harshly on your soft skin to mark you, then pulled back to look you in your eyes, hands coming up to tangle themselves in your hair.

“What was that angel?” He grabbed your hair at the roots and pulled your head roughly to the side, the pain felt nice on your scalp. “You think that you get to dance with TK all night long and think you've won?”

“Oh Nolan,” you sighed, leaning into his hand pulling at your hair. “You can be such a stupid boy sometimes, you know?” You pushed Nolan up against the wall and bit his bottom lip before kissing him deeply, Nolans hands came down to grip your ass, fingertips pressed up under your skirt to feel your skin.

Next thing you knew, Nolan had picked you up by your thighs and pushed you up against the wall next to the door. The two of you make out against the wall, hands roaming as far as your position would allow. It wasn’t long before he walked you to the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed with you in his lap. You quickly got between his muscular legs and unzipped his jeans, which were certainly much tighter than when he had put them on earlier. You pulled his pants down his long legs, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. You look up at him with innocent eyes as you start to palm him over the strained fabric, Nolan watching your every movement, carefully. You placed an open-mouth kiss over his cock before pulling his briefs down his legs, letting his cock spring up and slap against his lower stomach.

Hesitantly, you reach out and wrap your hand around him and bring your tongue out to lick a broad strip along the underneath of his swollen cock. Nolan lets out a sigh of relief as you wrap your lips around his head, sucking slightly. You knew you were being a brat and teasing him much more than you should be, but you just couldn’t help it. You took as much of him into your mouth as you could, relaxing your throat as you take more of him deeper and deeper.

Nolan’s demeanor changed as soon as he felt himself hit the back of your throat, his cocky attitude had quickly made a comeback.

“Yeah, angel, that's right you're mine. You couldn’t suck anybody as well as you suck me. You may be a brat, but you’re always so good for me.”

You moan at his words and reach a hand up to start playing with his balls, Nolan lets out a guttural noise, throwing his head back in pleasure. You know then that even though he’s been acting cocky all night, you’ve still got him wrapped around your finger.

Nolan could tell he was getting close to his release, so he pulled you off of him and tossed you back onto the bed. He couldn’t seem to get your clothes off fast enough, you’re pretty sure he even tore your skirt. He quickly removed his shirt, leaving you both naked, before he attached his lips to your neck. Leaving hickeys on any available skin he could find, you would certainly struggle to cover these marks for the following days to come.

Nolan worked his way down your body, any skin his hands touched, his lips followed shortly thereafter. His fingers reached your dripping core, easily inserting two fingers inside you, curling up into your sweet spot, making you moan out. Your nails found a home in the skin of his back, scratching enough that you know there will be marks tomorrow. He isn’t quite ready to finish teasing you yet, but he knows that he won’t last much longer.

Nolan removes his fingers from your core and with his other hand, he opened your mouth so he could place the fingers that had just been in you into your mouth. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his fingers, sucking harshly while looking into Nolan’s eyes. He groans at the sight of you sucking on his fingers and moves to place your legs over his broad shoulders, while lining himself up to your core.

Nolan pushes in and bottoms out in one swift thrust, moaning at how tight you are. He gives you a moment to adjust before pulling out almost entirely, and thrusts back into you at a rough pace. Nolan sets his pace rough and deep, you can feel him hitting your cervix in the best way. You can hear Nolan telling you to keep your eyes on him, but you can’t seem to be able to even see anything as your eyes roll back. Nolan’s hands are holding onto your hips with bruising force, while you’re fingers leaving crescent-shaped marks in his biceps. You are close but you need more, something new, a new angle.

“Nol, please, please, fuck me from behind. Want you to pull my hair. Want to move with you.”

Nolan is quick to comply, pulling out of you and turning you on to your hands and knees. Sliding back into you, Nolan moans out, loving the feeling of bottoming out inside of you from this angle. He goes to start thrusting and you begin to move your hips in time with his thrusts, meeting him halfway. The sensation has you dropping your head down against the mattress, but Nolan is quick to wrap his hand in your hair, pulling you up so your back is flush against his chest. He removes his hand from your hair and wraps it around your neck, squeezing until he could feel you start to struggle to breathe slightly.

You brought a hand up to wrap around Nolan’s wrist, moaning as he flexes his fingers even more. You were too caught up in the change in the angle and his hand around your throat to even notice his other hand moving down to rub the bundle of nerves in between your thighs. The sensations quickly became too much and you couldn’t even find the words to let Nolan know you were cumming.

He released his grip on your throat, letting you fall forward on to the bed, as he fucks you at a relentless pace through your high while chasing his. You turn your head to the side to look back at him as he fucks you.

“Yeah, baby, that’s it. Use me. Show me who I belong to.” you rasp out, voice all scratchy from your vocal cords being restricted.

Nolan could never get enough of your dirty talk, especially when your voice was raspy from either him fucking your throat or choking you. So, hearing you coax him towards his high, sent him over the edge. He stilled as he came inside of you, both of you moaning at the feeling of his cum filling you up.

“Fuck, angel, look at you. Filled with my cum, you look so pretty like this. All mine.”

Pulling out of you slowly, admiring the sight of his cum mixed with yours dripping out of your swollen cunt. Nolan collapsed next to you and you both laid there for a second before he got up to get a towel to clean you off. Nolan rolled you over to lay on your back so he could clean the mess between your legs. He tossed the towel into the hamper then crawled into bed with you, pulling you into his arms, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“You okay, angel? Not too rough?” Nolan was always very tender with you after sex.

You nodded and murmured a soft “yes” as you pressed a kiss into his chest as he rubbed his hand up and down your back, holding you close to him.

“Angel, that was amazing but please don't ever dance like that with TK again.” Nolan whispered into your hair.

“Next time make sure I don't have to find somebody else to dance with first.” you said while smirking up at him.

“I think that can be arranged.” He kissed your forehead and just as your about to fall asleep, Nolan asked, “Wait, what the fuck did you mean by ‘you can be such a stupid boy?’”