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corralinesage · 27 days ago

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Portrait of a wounded heart (6/8)

CHAPTER 6 Meant to be mine

Smut warning 18+

There were no distractions left, no excuses. All of the food had been consumed and there was nothing in your way, both of you sitting still in the comfort of your warm and cozy bed. The room remained silent for the most part, your gentle breathing the only thing you could hear in addition to the rain outside. Natasha turned her head to the side to look at you, her eyes observing your features with care. She studied the slope of your nose, the arch of your brows, the surface of your skin, noting each and every feature that your face possessed as warmth bloomed in her chest, slowly growing into an agonizing burn. She was tucked up in your bed, in your room, in your clothes, smelling like you. She couldn’t help but to yearn for more. You felt her eyes on you, turning to meet her searching gaze. There was something in her eyes, something vulnerable, something grateful, something soft, your own eyes reflecting the tender look like a mirrored lake. Her gaze wandered down to your lips as she moved closer to you with mild difficulty, her ribs screaming in pain, but she failed to care about any physical discomfort, her hand coming up to your cheek to guide you closer. She kissed you despite the pain it brought her, maybe she even kissed you because of it, searching for something to alleviate the ache in her body, and you were nothing but perfect for the job, Natasha longing to sink into your caring embrace.

You leaned closer to her, parting your lips immediately to offer her better access to your warmth, the soft squelch of your mouths filling in the silence of the room. Your first kiss with her had been nothing short of shy, but you soon learned that there was not a trace of that left between you. Her hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to her to lessen some of the pain she felt for having to strain her muscles to reach you. She sank her fingertips into your hair, the touch of her mouth growing rougher as she guided you with her hands. You felt dizzy, breathless, your head spinning as you returned the passion that beamed through from her kiss. Oh, you needed more, you needed more of her addicting touch, her full lips sucking on yours, tongue licking into your mouth with a certain necessity, like she couldn’t quite feel at ease until she had completely devoured you. She welcomed you closer gladly, allowing you to press her back against the headboard where her ribs would get some rest, your mouth never easing off hers. You crawled closer, your hand pressing over her abdomen by accident, Natasha grunting into your mouth, the sound causing you to pull back immediately to both make sure that she was alright as well as find relief from the unbearable heat that exploded within you.

“Shh, I can take it”, she whispered urgently, pulling you right back into her embrace, almost as if afraid that she would have to let go of you. For a split second you felt hesitant, but she didn’t allow you to linger in that feeling as she tugged you back into her arms, her mouth finding your own. You felt her breath on your face, her sweet scent surrounding you with such intensity that it only lulled you further into a state of comfort. You allowed her probing tongue inside, pushing back just the slightest bit to test her, but your pathetic attempt at dominating her was met with immediate resistance. She was in control, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way, her soft lips eliciting a weak moan from you as she finally let her hands wander down your body. Her touch was firm and filled with intent, those capable hands starting off slowly, gripping your waist, gently massaging your curves before daring to find your hips to give them a squeeze. There was nothing you could have done, nothing that could have made you resist her intoxicating touch, your mind happily submitting you into her mercy.

It didn’t take long for those lithe fingers to locate the hem of your shirt, the digits fiddling with the material, only daring to hint where she wanted the make out session to go. The very tips of her fingers grazed idly over the warm skin of your abdomen, nails dragging over the smooth expanse of your waist as she dipped her hand beneath the fabric, her cool touch breaking you out in goosebumps. Your body ached for her, an incessant burn tickling your lower abdomen, the sensation spreading down your thighs and up your spine. You were hungry, so hungry for more, your starved body yearning to find connection in someone, longing to find a safe place. Her lips trailed up your jaw to your ear, Natasha placing open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, her tongue licking over the skin at a tantalizingly slow pace, the heat of her mouth only a taste of what she was capable of giving you. Your lips parted in a silent moan, Natasha tugging you closer to straddle her lap. You should have been more mindful of her injuries, but your willpower was nowhere in sight, and she was nothing but inviting, her hands sliding fully beneath your shirt to hike it up your body.

“Can I see you?” Her words came out in a breathy whisper, the sound of it tickling your ear teasingly. “Say the words.”

“Yes, please… yes.” You arched into her touch, her hands sliding up your back, prompting you to lift your arms above your head so she could remove your top. She flung it to the side, her mouth returning to your neck, moving down to your clavicle, sucking on the tender skin there. You wanted to press yourself down on her lap, search for friction to bring you relief from the pressure that had built up between your thighs, but the moment you allowed yourself to make that blissful connection you remembered the kind of beating she had taken that day, easing yourself off her slightly to avoid causing her any pain.

“No, let me feel you”, she mumbled into your skin, her hands gliding down your sides to pull your hips back down against her own. You felt so high from her touch that you were surely processing only a fraction of what was going on, your mind in a state of utter bliss. Her kisses moved over to your right shoulder, her lips finally parting with your warm skin as she pulled back to take a look at you, her hungry eyes devouring the newly exposed skin. For the first time you felt a gentle flutter of nerves in your stomach, hoping that she was going to like what she saw, hoping that your body and looks were enough to please her. You felt yourself blush, your eyes struggling to look at her as she studied your frame, her gaze lingering on your breasts. She smiled softly as if to herself, cocking her head slightly to the side to find your gaze, her hand coming up to your chin to make you look at her. “Gospodi (god), you’re gorgeous.” Her thumb brushed over your lower lip, her smile only widening. “I get it now.”

“Get what?” Your voice was so feeble, so frail that you almost sounded weak.

“Your blank sheet of paper from art class”, she said quietly, shooting a teasing smirk your way, your lips stretching into a shy grin.

“Right.” You let out a small chuckle, wincing at the memory.

“If the effect was even half of what I feel right now…” She didn’t finish her sentence, leaning forward to press her lips on your chest, her eyes locked with yours as her right hand inched up your back to guide your closer, her other hand stroking the muscles of your thigh over the fabric of your pajama bottoms. She planted her mouth over your right breast, allowing her teeth to scrape over the skin, but not quite hard enough to bite, a small moan escaping you against your will, your eyes fluttering shut as you leaned closer to her heat. She licked over the skin, her tongue guiding your nipple into her mouth, her lips sucking on the flesh with greed, slowly moving to your left breast to make sure there was no unequal treatment. She kissed across your chest, her lips marking the skin with faint bruises that faded away in mere seconds. Her tongue found your other nipple, massaging it gently, your body flushing with electricity as you tried to comprehend that her mouth was on you, her lips were kissing your chest, sucking on your breasts. Her hand came up to join her mouth, cupping the unattended breast, groping you with a certain confidence that was telling of her knowledge on what felt good, what you might like, but as wonderful as it was, you failed to remain patient. You needed more.

“Natasha”, you whined softly, rolling your hips against her lap, your hands gripping her sweater helplessly, longing to discover what was under it. You felt her smug smirk against your breast, her mouth easing off you.

“Begging already?” She asked in a small chuckle, pulling back to see your face, but her smile was wiped away with a single glance at those pleading eyes of yours. She had never quite seen eyes so beseeching, eyes so captivating, her stomach flipping from arousal as she slowly realized that she would give you anything you needed, anything you wanted, if you just looked at her with those perfectly sensual, yet tender eyes of yours. She brought her hands to her sweater, pulling it off, a slight wince overtaking her features as a sharp jolt of pain went through her, but to her relief the wool hid her grimace from you. She revealed the expanse of her pale chest, your eyes widening in surprise. Her skin was completely bare beneath the knitted sweater, her round breasts staring right back at you. “You didn’t give me any underwear”, she noted when she saw the look on your face, a pleased smile finding her lips.

“You- I didn’t- I wasn’t… sure.” You couldn’t get a single sentence out, your eyes struggling to remain on hers.

“It’s alright, detka. Less work for you”, she said teasingly, your cheeks flushing with scorching flames that made your head feel as light as a feather. You would get to undress the rest of her. You would get to see her the exact way you had fallen for her. You finally allowed your gaze to drop properly down to her chest, your artistic eye yearning to step in with full force. You felt the need to replicate the pale softness of her skin. You wanted to mix the most perfect shade of ivory to match her complexion. You wanted the specific hue to carry that feeling of rapture that you experienced, that high. You needed to find that perfect harmony of primary colors to recreate the delicate pink of her skin, your eyes lingering on her hardened nipples. She made you want to create, her all-consuming beauty feeding your imagination, feeding the very depths of your soul. You brought your hands up to her chest, gently cupping her breasts, Natasha observing you carefully as if trying to get a peek inside your brain, searching for an explanation for the look of awe on your face. She was slowly bringing you back to life, reawakening the dead, dull side of you that you had been dragging along with you the entire year.

You had no words. The only thing you could have done in that moment to express yourself would have been to paint that feeling, paint her. She was the source of your joy, she was all you felt, your right hand moving down her body to trace it over the bruising of her ribs. Your brows furrowed in worry, but Natasha merely shook her head dismissively, her knuckles brushing up your biceps, her hands finding their way into your hair, carefully pulling you down to meet her lips. She kissed you gently, the act loaded with tender affection, the slow pace that she set allowing you to feel each and every sensation in your body: the wetness of your mouths, the warmth of her skin, the scrape of her teeth, the softness of her firm tongue, the arousal between your legs, the shortness of your breath, the ache in your lungs, the thrum of your heart that was off-beat with hers, your right hand resting below her left breast to feel her pulse.

Somewhere between the languid, sensual kisses her hand wandered to the strings of your pajama bottoms. She played with them for a while, purposely taunting you, keeping her hand just a nudge away from where you wanted it. You moaned in annoyance, nipping her bottom lip as if you weren’t completely at her mercy, as if there would have been even a hint of threat behind the act. Natasha chuckled softly, taking pity on you by untangling her fingers from the strings, her hand moving to the apex of your thighs, cupping you firmly. She felt you shiver against her, your body leaning helplessly into her arms in the search for more. You couldn’t pull away, you couldn’t stop kissing her, you couldn’t. There was nothing that you wanted more than to feel her mouth against your own. It was addicting, intoxicating. Your lips remained locked as she slid her hands beneath your pants, exploring the round expanse of your buttocks until you realized to move off her so she could get the rest of your clothes out of the way, Natasha shoving the blanket aside to make room for you as she spread her thighs, carefully guiding you to sit between her legs.

“Mmh, but your ribs”, you protested hastily, Natasha letting out a low chuckle, the sound of it tickling your ear as she pulled your back flush against her bare chest, your pants nowhere in sight, most likely laying somewhere on your bedroom floor.

“Forget about the bruises, baby. You took such good care of me. Now let me take care of you instead”, she whispered, slowly wrapping her arms around your middle, her hands rubbing over the expanse of your abdomen with firm pressure, her teeth nipping your ear lightly before she sucked gently on your earlobe. You went completely limp against her, your head lolling back to rest on her shoulder. “You’re such a smart girl. You work so hard. I’m sure you could use some stress relief.” Her voice was velvety and low, the hairs on your forearms standing on end as she dragged her lips down the tendon on the side of your neck, placing small pecks along the way. “Isn’t that right?” You let out a small hum of agreement, her hands moving down to your legs that remained together, fingers skimming over your inner thighs as if asking for entrance. “Can you be a good girl for me?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What was that?” She asked teasingly, her hand gliding down your thigh to barely brush over your pubic bone. You let out a shaky sigh, your body writhing beneath her scorching touch.

“Yes.”

“Natasha”, she whispered, as if reminding you of who you were talking to.

“Yes, Natasha.”

“That’s it. Good.” Her right hand trailed up to the side of your head, gently guiding you to tilt your chin to the side enough to allow her to reach your mouth. She captured your lips in a kiss, her low moan getting muffled by your tongue. Your knees parted on their own, the outsides of your thighs resting against her toned ones, giving her hand access to descend lower, but her touch didn’t go where you would have wanted it. “Can I touch you?”

“Please… yes.” You swallowed thickly, waiting with bated breath for her to make the connection you were yearning for. “Natasha”, you added hastily, hoping to please her in every way.

“Such a quick learner too”, she mused to herself, her gentle breath caressing your lips as she spoke the words, her eyes fluttering open for a moment to see the expectant look on your face, your eyes shut, swollen lips slightly parted, waiting for her to kiss them again. She couldn’t resist you, her mouth molding over your own as she finally moved her fingers to your wet core, gently caressing the very tips of her digits over your sensitive folds to avoid startling you, a mild whimper falling from your lips. You were well past wet, your arousal clinging to her fingertips as she traced the shape of your sex, getting you both accustomed to the newfound connection. Her touch grew slowly more confident, her fingers stroking you with firmer pressure to spread the slick around and build up the pleasure you were experiencing, your back arching off her lap to press your core into her hand. Natasha swallowed each and every sound you made, her hungry mouth struggling to part from yours. She couldn’t get enough, she couldn’t kiss you hard enough, deep enough, her soul longing for something unattainable, something that reached beyond bodily perception.

Her hand massaged you languidly, exploring the delicate skin, studying your each and every reaction to her touch to figure out what worked for you, but little did she know that any touch at all would most likely have been enough to bring you what you were looking for. You were incredibly sensitive, the kind of sensitive that you could never reach on your own. You rolled your hips into her hand, a gasp escaping you when you were met with an electric buzz so intense that it made you delirious, Natasha letting out a pleased chuckle at the unrestricted sound. She wanted to hear it again, she wanted to hear more, her fingers increasing their pressure, slowly starting to rub circles over your clit.

“Does that feel good, krasotka?” There was a certain lilt to her tone, her words uttered in a soft croon that made your insides melt.

“Yes, Natasha. It feels… so good”, you answered breathily, writhing in her arms from pleasure, your eyes rolling to the back of your head before sliding shut completely. “Mmh.” You drowned in the attention she gave you, sinking into the comfort and pleasure she provided you.

“You’re so pretty like this”, Natasha hummed, her right hand brushing back your hair affectionately as she kissed the side of your head. “Prettier than I could’ve ever imagined.” You let out a moan between your labored breaths, your hand searching for something to grip, eventually finding the comforter to squeeze. “When I first saw you in that art class, I couldn’t stop thinking about.” She spoke as if telling you a story, her even tone reminding you a lot of the night you had spent on the phone with her. “Your eyes, that pretty mouth, your hair.” She kissed your neck, licking over the skin, her hand maintaining its steady pace. “I tried to stay away. I didn’t want to risk your safety, but…” She bit down on the junction of your neck and shoulder, dragging her teeth over your skin, the action slowly morphing into a kiss, her lips sucking on you firmly. “When you ran into me on the stairs, I knew I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t know.” You let out a low groan, thrusting your hips into her hand in the search of added friction. You were so close, your body tingling with your pending orgasm, mind fuzzy with pleasure, but thankfully not fuzzy enough for you to overlook what she was saying. It had been mutual. All along, it had been mutual between you. She had pined after you, just as you had pined after her. You hadn’t been crazy, you hadn’t been pathetic and ridiculous, or if you had been, so had she. Your legs trembled, body tensing as your knees closed automatically to keep her hand where you needed it.

“No, no, keep your knees open for me, malyshka”, she tutted softly, her other hand that had been fondling your breasts moving to your thighs, tapping them gently to make you part them again. You let out a strained whine, the unbearable tension in your body so delicious that you were losing control of your limbs. You buried your face into her neck, looking to somehow muffle your loud moans, Natasha’s calf hooking over your leg to keep you in place. “You’re doing so well for me, darling. You’re almost there.” Her hand came back up to your chest, cupping your breast roughly, massaging the silky skin there before finding your nipple to pinch. “Let me hear you. Show me what a good girl you are.” Your breath was nothing but a mere wheeze in your throat, your limbs cramping, back arching as your heart hammered vigorously in your chest.

“Natasha”, you cried in a weak moan, the coil in your lower abdomen breaking loose with a single roll of your hips, pleasure exploding inside you as your walls clenched tightly around nothing, pulsing with sudden urgency.

“Fuck.” Natasha moaned quietly, her hips bucking up into your lower back, desperate for some relief from the taunting burn between her legs, her pleasure mixed with a hint of pain that bloomed down her left side. Your surroundings went quiet for a moment as you experienced a high so tremendous that the world stopped turning, your body stilling once every last ounce of pleasure had been experienced, a soft ringing taking over in your left ear. You let out a deep sigh of relief, your hips grinding up into her hand a few more times, riding the waves of arousal until you were satisfied enough to fully relax against her warm chest, for once thankful for the draft in your bedroom, the cool air more than welcome on your skin.

“Oh.” You let out a small giggle, still panting heavily, your head resting over Natasha’s collarbone, your silly, little grin turning into a giddy grimace of disbelief. You were in her arms. You were in her embrace, and her hand was still touching you, drawing idle circles against you. She returned your laugh with a small chuckle, gently easing her fingers off you to give you a chance to recharge. Her arms encased you in a hug, her mouth pressing down on your shoulder.

“You are so hot”, she mumbled quietly, her words flowing into a small chuckle. “Seriously.” You could feel her smile against your skin, your features soon matching her grin as a blush spread up your neck and over your cheeks. You giggled, the delicate, girlish sound that was nothing if not a reflection of how pleased you were, almost unfamiliar to your own ear. You were so happy. “You’re perfect.” You turned around in her arms, looking at her with a huge smile on your face. You wished you could have been more sensual, more attractive, and maintained an alluring front, but you were too excited, unable to handle your joy. You crashed your lips against hers, kissing her as best as you could through your smile.

“You had a thing for me”, you sneered triumphantly, unable to get over the elation you felt for her returned feelings.

“Have”, she corrected you, her lips threatening to tug up into a smile. “Mmh, you have no idea”, she grumbled in a playful manner, her firm hands squeezing your curves, making sure you were flush against her.

“Did you think about me?” Your question came out a bit more tentative than you would have liked it to, but you wanted to know, you wanted to know if she was in the same place as you, if she felt the way you did. Natasha shook her head in disbelief, huffing a laugh.

“Did I? You’re all I can think about. You and your gorgeous eyes.” Her tone shifted lower, her right hand caressing your lower back in gentle strokes. “The way you looked at me… I’ve never seen a gaze so adoring”, she admitted, her chest squeezing with affection as she looked into those very eyes that she was talking about. You held her gaze, your heartbeat still erratic in your chest, your mind struggling to maintain its focus on her words, your eyes threatening to stray down to her mouth.

“Did you think about me like this?” You didn’t have to elaborate. She knew what you meant, your hand brushing subtly down her abdomen. Your eyes met hers before she had the chance to respond, the look on her face providing you the answer.

“I did”, she whispered in all honesty, a hint of longing flashing across her face as if she was slightly nervous to admit it, hoping that it was reciprocal. “Did you?”

“Too often.” You couldn’t help the small smirk that found your face. You had thought about her obsessively, religiously, every single night since you had met her, whether it was sexually or not. She returned the expression on your face, grinning up at you, unable to hide her excitement.

“Good.”

You looked at each other for a moment, processing the newfound information, the tangible, mutual thrill that you experienced slowly fading into something more serious. You had no words to respond with, your smile slowly disappearing as you brought your lips to hers again, kissing her with a returning passion, the soft, quiet moment finding a spark of lust once again as her tongue pushed past the seam of your lips. You kissed her with sudden ardor, the wave of zeal crashing over you twice as hard. You needed her so desperately, your tongues dancing together in an overwhelming frenzy, the added confirmation of your mutual feelings bringing a sense of security into the act. Your night together was most likely not going to be a one-night stand. It meant something more, and you both knew it. Natasha pulled back, panting heavily, her eyes fluttering open to see your face.

“Think you could give me another one?” She asked, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, her gaze searching as she allowed her fingers to caress your jaw. Your eyes widened in mild surprise, her other hand already at your inner thigh, tracing random shapes into your skin.

“But… I was- I wanna- I…” You couldn’t say it, feeling yourself grow more flustered by the second as you thought of what you wanted to do with her. It felt awkward to voice your wishes.

“You wanna make me come?” She asked with a hint of smugness in her tone, pleased to get a glimpse of your bashful side. You nodded your head.

“It’s only fair”, you reasoned with a small smirk, finding a spark of confidence from somewhere.

“Fair indeed.” She was clearly amused. “Say what, how about you let me hear those pretty moans again and then I’ll find another use for that mouth of yours?” She crooned, her lips brushing over yours as she moved to your cheek, placing gentle kisses there. “I know you can take it.” Oh, you could take it, you could so take it. The opportunity was too good for you to pass on it, your thighs pressing together automatically, already anticipating what was coming your way. Her fingers wandered up to your lower abdomen, skating over the skin around your navel, coaxing you to relax back into her arms and lose control once more. “I wanna feel you come around my fingers”, she whispered in your ear, a shiver going down your spine, your eyelids sliding shut as you leaned into her, drawn in by her velvety voice. “How does that sound?” The pressure between your legs returned in an instant as you imagined her fingers inside you, your walls pulsing expectantly. You sank back down on her chest, her nose ticking your neck as she kissed your warm skin, her smile widening the slightest bit at your reaction.

“Good”, you mumbled weakly, arching your back to adjust yourself in her arms.

“Yeah?” Her fingers continued their way up, cupping your breasts, a quiet hum of pleasure falling from her lips.

“Yes, Natasha.” The pull within you was unbearable, and in your state of expectant bliss you failed to find the energy for thoughts. All you knew was that you needed more of her.

“Open your mouth, krasotka.” There was something about the way she ordered you around in gentle whispers, her breath fanning delicately against your neck as she spoke. You could do nothing but comply, your lips parting for the fingers of her right hand that slid inside the warmth of your mouth. You sucked on them, wetting the digits for her with your saliva. She pumped them in a bit further, almost experimentally, a nearly imperceptible gasp sounding from her when you swallowed them deeper, your lips brushing over her knuckles. “Look at that”, she said in a pleased, little mumble, pushing her fingers deeper to caress the very back of your throat. “Taking me so well.” Her left hand moved to the apex of your thighs, finding your core with a certain familiarity, stroking you slowly, gathering a bit of slick from your entrance. She removed her hand from your mouth, bringing her wet fingers to your entrance. You tilted your head down to see what she was doing, drawing your lower lip between your teeth at the sight, your eyes following along the prominent veins that trailed up her forearms. Fuck, she was so sexy.

She stroked your clit as if warming you up to her touch again, the tip of her middle finger dipping to your entrance, not going quite deep enough to be inside you. There was a quiet gasp, your body squirming impatiently, waiting for her to give you more. You could barely contain your desperation, but you did your best to try to focus on the moment itself to hopefully prolong it, looking to savor every last drop of it. You traced your fingers along her forearms, caressing the soft skin there, your fingertips going over a couple of scars that had healed long ago. She had probably gotten them in a fight with an alien, or maybe some cyborg-robot. You were still struggling to process just who she exactly was. Natasha Romanoff. Natasha Romanoff. It didn’t make any sense, your life wasn’t like that, you weren’t like that, yet there she was, touching the most intimate parts of you. She slowly inserted the finger inside you, swallowed by your silky walls that immediately clenched around her, but it wasn’t enough. You felt empty, your body begging to be filled to the brim by her.

“More”, you whined, arching your back to hopefully make her go deeper.

“What was that, malyshka?” You could tell from her tone that she had heard you, but she was looking for something specific.

“More.” It came out in a small whine, Natasha humming softly at the sound, pleased to hear how powerless you sounded.

“Mm, so eager. You think you can handle more?” Her tone was teasing. She knew you could, but she wanted to hear more of your desperate whimpers.

“Yes! More, Natasha, please.” You said the words in a breathy moan, the second digit gliding inside you with admirable ease. You muffled the moan that you let out, turning your face against her neck, breathing in her shower-fresh skin, taking in the warm scent, the scent that was somehow distinctly her own.

“Good girl”, she crooned, curling her fingers inside you, slowly dragging them over the sensitive skin of your walls. You couldn’t take the heat, your head spinning with arousal. She was inside you, touching places that no other people in your life had access to. She was claiming a very special place in your life, and you were hoping that she was going to accept it, embrace it. You were hoping that she wanted more than just a fling, more than just a silly night with your body.

“Natasha.” It came out in a frail whisper, your voice almost breaking from how quietly you spoke.

“What, baby?” Her response came notably softer, reflecting your tone.

“I want you”, you admitted suddenly, not having planned your confession but you couldn’t let her have you if she wasn’t in it, if she wasn’t willing to take all of you.

“You have me”, she whispered, kissing the side of your head.

“No… I want- mmh.” She slowed down her fingers, sensing that there was something you needed to communicate to her. “You can’t leave me.”

“What?” Natasha asked in surprise, withdrawing her hands altogether. She pulled back so she could see your face, her gentle eyes finding your own.

“I need you. I need you to be mine, all mine”, you explained timidly, nervous for taking such a huge leap with a person who you barely knew. It turned out that even less so, ever since you found out about her true identity. There was no guarantee that she hadn’t lied about a lot more than just her name, but you were blinded by love, dazzled by her. You saw a smile spread onto her face, her eyes questioning.

“You wanna be in a relationship? You wanna be my girl?” She used her clean fingers to brush back some of your hair.

“I wanna be your girl.” You nodded softly, Natasha’s heart clenching harshly at the way those pleading eyes looked up at her. There was something jarring about your beauty, about your captivating eyes that looked at her with gut-wrenching genuineness.

“You are my girl”, she whispered, her lips brushing over your own as she leaned down to kiss you. “I don’t want anyone else.” Your eyes fluttered shut as you waited for her to connect your lips, her sweet breath tickling your chin. She kissed you gently, the movement of her mouth so delicate, but it didn’t stay that way for long. You parted your lips, your tongue meeting her own almost instantly. You knew it was fast. You had known the woman for mere days if you didn’t count your first encounter and the couple of weeks that you had spent daydreaming about her, but you simply couldn’t explain it. You knew what you wanted. You had known from the moment you had laid your eyes on her. It didn’t make sense. There was no use in rationalizing it, there was no use in trying to reason any of it because the only answer you would have found was that you were in love regardless of how or why you had fallen for her.

You guided her right hand back between your legs, her fingers slipping inside to continue where they had left off, your moan muffled by her mouth. You held onto her hand, guiding its movement to set a comfortable pace, your body tuning right back into the stimulus that made your belly flutter from pleasure. She curled her fingers inside you again, unwilling to leave a single spot untouched, each pump of her hand sending a jolt of warmth through you. She kissed you harder, your hips picking up a steady rhythm to match her thrusts as her free hand traced circles over your breasts and down your front to join her other hand. You gasped into her mouth, breaking off from the kiss when her fingers pressed down on your clit, but once you had gotten adequately accustomed to the new sensation her lips were right back on yours, and remained there until the pleasure got too intense for you to be able to maintain contact. You were panting heavily, your eyes screwed shut, chest heaving with labored breaths as her hand picked up its pace a notch, your nearing orgasm climbing higher and higher. You bit down on your lower lip to prevent yourself from sounding so desperate for release, holding onto your moans for dear life.

“Don’t be shy, I wanna hear you, detka”, she reminded you, kissing the side of your neck as if she couldn’t resist it, as if she longed to kiss your lips instead. “I wanna hear my girl.” Your lips parted automatically, a low moan of relief falling from your lips as you let go completely, no longer caring to control the way you sounded. Natasha’s eyes slid shut, her head resting against your own as she savored the spark of thrill that rippled through her at the sound of your very obvious pleasure, her lips pressing to your ear. “More, baby. Mmh, you sound beautiful.” You barely even heard her through the loud thud of your heart and the sound of your own breathing, but your dizzy brain complied, nonetheless. You needed her deeper, you needed her to touch the very depths of your walls, your hand pushing firmly over her own in an attempt to make her go deeper.

“Please, please, harder, Nat-Natasha”, you whimpered, your breath coming out in ragged exhales, your chest heaving with the effort behind it. Your words were followed by a low moan that fell so naturally from your lips, the sound loaded with carnal need. She listened to your request, going deeper with each thrust of her hand, her fingertips reaching so far inside you that you saw stars, those wonderful moans that Natasha was looking for turning into deep, guttural groans that you wished you could have swallowed down, but you no longer had any control over a single aspect of your being. You came without a warning, your walls clamping tightly around her fingers to keep them inside, making sure she stayed right where you needed her the most, your unrestricted moans sounding next to her ear as you panted heavily.

“That’s my girl.” Your chest fluttered with warmth, your body consumed by pleasure from head to toe. You felt so good, so light that you felt like you were floating in her embrace. “You did so well. You were such a good girl for me”, she crooned, kissing your cheek repeatedly until you let out a soft chuckle. “God, you’re pretty when you come”, she hummed, emphasizing her words in that low tone of voice, your smile only widening. You looked down your body to see your abdomen contract as an automatic reaction when she pulled her fingers out, the digits coated with clear slick that stretched into thin ropes. Your smile turned into a small smirk as you wrapped your fingers around her wrist, bringing her hand up to your mouth.

“Ah, no”, she tutted you softly, pulling her fingers away before you had the chance to lick them clean. “I want my share first.” You turned around in her arms, pulling away from her embrace right on time to see her slide the digits into her mouth as if she was eating a popsicle, her lips dragging along the entire length of her fingers, cleaning up the mess you had left on her hand. She looked at you intently, mirth sparkling in her eyes, her lips threatening to tug up into a smile. Her mouth let out an obscene sound as she pulled the digits out, your cheeks warming up, your smile turning a bit shy as you waited for her verdict. She let out a small moan, pulling you right back into her embrace, her lips finding yours on their own. “You taste just as good as you look”, she mumbled between kisses. “I bet you’d taste even better sitting on my face.” You felt a visceral reaction to her words, warmth engulfing you whole as you arched yourself closer to her, overlooking the fact that you couldn’t get any closer.

“But-”

“I know”, she said affectionately, her lips tugging into a smile. “Your turn.” She seemed amused by your need for equality, endeared by your enthusiasm to return the favor. You let out a small giggle, your lips going right back to her own for the millionth time that night.

You couldn’t get enough. You could simply not get enough of her, your kisses dragging on for minutes on end until you finally found the patience to trail your lips down her neck and to her chest. You felt overwhelmed by her beauty. You wanted to appreciate every square inch of her body and give it the attention it needed, but you also wanted to go lower, so much lower to see if she was as pretty as you had always imagined, your curious mind struggling to decide what to do next. You pulled back to look at her, your eyes finding her heavy breasts, their inviting softness stealing all your attention. You could pace yourself just the slightest bit to make sure that her perfectly sculpted chest knew just how perfect it was. You placed your mouth on her breast, licking over the silky skin that felt so impossibly delicate against your sharp teeth, Natasha’s hand skimming up and down your back, never seizing to soothe you in the most affectionate manner, her eyelids sliding shut at the pleasure your wet mouth brought her. She could feel herself slip into your comfortable warmth, a tickling buzz caressing her core, her body longing for something to ease the ache, but your mouth only made it more intense. She felt a similar sense of conflict within her. She wanted you to move lower to give her relief, but at the same time she was held back by the dizzying attention her breasts were receiving, your dominant hand coming up to assist you.

She arched into your touch, longing for more despite the way her ribs protested the act. Your lips simply felt too good wrapped around her nipple. You swirled your tongue over it, licking and kissing her breast, slowly but surely turning the soft shade of pink into a vibrant rosy color that only screamed for more of your attention, Natasha moaning quietly when her nipple popped out of your mouth, your sensual eyes glancing up at her as if searching for validation, searching for a confirmation of her pleasure. She simply brought her hand to the back of your neck and pulled you against her chest, letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction. Your blush was so intense you could feel it on the very tips of your ears, your body radiating warmth, the sensation only intensified by Natasha’s heat that mixed with yours. Everything was so hot, your bodies were in overdrive from the extreme sense of desire that you felt. Your face remained buried in her chest for a few moments longer, your tongue gliding over the skin like a wet paintbrush, claiming every perfect dent and curve carved on her chest, your lips marking her pale skin with smudges of pink that drowned in the warm-toned blush that spread down her neck and chest. She was angelic, oh, she was the most captivating woman you had ever seen in your life, and it wasn’t just the primal, lust-driven side of you talking, but your soul. Nothing had ever affected you on such a metaphysical, discarnate level.

You were painfully turned on, but you wanted her just a little bit more than you wanted your own pleasure, your mouth moving slowly lower, your lips kissing down her defined abdominal muscles, your tongue tracing the lines to her navel, your fingers coming up to her waist to slip beneath her pants. You inched the material off her hips and thighs, discovering impossibly pale skin, her curves, her muscles, any blemishes on her skin screaming for your undivided attention. You could barely wait to discard her pants to the side before bringing your hungry mouth to the warmth of her lower abdomen, your lips sucking gently on the tender skin of her belly. Natasha’s hand found your head automatically, fingers sinking into your hair to scrape her nails over your scalp. You looked up at her, your devoted eyes observing her reactions to your touch as you ghosted your mouth over her pelvis. She bit down on her lower lip, her eyelids threatening to droop shut as your breath fanned over her delicate skin, only barely brushing over her core. You pulled back, carefully pushing her thighs farther apart to spread her open for you, almost heady with the excitement you felt for having just a taste of control over her pleasure, but her gaze was unyielding, firm, as she observed your every move. You were almost waiting for her to do something to show you that she still had the upper hand despite your mild teasing, warmth gliding down your spine at the thought.

You studied her body, your eyes running over her pink folds, recognizing the soft shade that often dominated her lips. She was wet, her walls pulsing slightly, her body begging to be touched by you. She had such an intense air of confidence around her that you felt the urge to cower under her gaze. You liked what you saw, and she knew it, her grip on your hair tightening the slightest bit as she massaged the back of your head, subtly encouraging you to keep going. You broke eye contact with her, lowering your mouth to her pelvis again, pressing wet kisses on her heated skin, your lips trailing along her inner thigh, your tongue licking over the skin in slow, tantalizing strokes. You went lower, hoping to savor the moment and maybe tease her a bit just to test your limits, her fingernails immediately scraping over your scalp in a kind warning. You smiled against her thigh, glancing up at her playfully, her unimpressed eyes meeting yours, but she failed to maintain her stern demeanor, a small smirk finding her lips as she rolled her eyes.

“Don’t test me today, detka.” Her voice was laced with humor, but you wouldn’t have dared to defy her regardless. You knew she meant business. You merely gave her a small smile, pleased with the tone she was taking with you, making sure you were looking right up at her as you finally lowered your mouth to her sex, her arousal clinging to your lips when you kissed her softly, her hips canting up immediately to chase after the feeling. You repeated the action, excitement fluttering across your chest when you heard her quiet sigh, her grip on your hair threatening to loosen. You kissed her again, purposely avoiding adding any tongue, curious to see just how long she would be willing to deal with your teasing. “Alright”, she said in a mild berate, warmth bubbling in your abdomen. She wanted you to pleasure her. She wanted your touch. She was impatient to have you. Wishing to remain on her good side, you finally parted your lips properly and flattened your tongue over her core, disregarding entirely the fact that you too were growing unbearably impatient. You wanted to hear her, see her, witness her fall apart from your touch.

You figured out a pace that worked for her, your mouth massaging her nerves with purpose, aiming to bring her the most pleasure possible. She tasted sweet, a mild flavor that suited her perfectly, your tongue lapping up every bit of slick she had to offer. You nuzzled your face into her, coating your chin in her arousal, the scent of her sex addicting. You needed more, so, so much more. Natasha relaxed into the bed, her hand remaining in your hair, occasionally playing with it, her fingers tucking your hair behind your ear to keep it out of the way, at times wandering to caress your cheek and jaw in an affectionate manner that made your heart swell with emotion, the ardor that you felt getting poured right into her heated sex. You licked a wide strip up her center, alternating the pressure of your lapping tongue until you finally wrapped your lips around her clit, sucking harshly on the incredibly sensitive area, Natasha’s lips parting in a silent gasp. Her body started to slowly grow more restless as you worked your tongue against her, increasing your pace to build her pleasure up higher and higher before decelerating to bring it down a notch to both prolong her release as well as give your mouth a break. You were definitely not against spending longer than you needed to between her legs, your arms wiggling beneath her thighs to hug her closer.

You listened to the way her heavy breathing would hitch at times, soft, nearly imperceptible sounds falling from her lips as she tried to snuff out any noise at all, the moans that managed to escape giving you a sense of indescribable thrill because you could tell that they were authentic and more than unintentional. Driven by her subtle signs of pleasure, you increased your pace one more time, focusing all your attention on finally bringing her over that edge she had been teetering over for a good while. You heard a slight hiss, her hips rocking against your mouth to match your movements, her ragged breathing accompanying the wet squelch of your mouth. Her hand returned into your hair, gripping the roots tightly as her body cramped up, an unrestricted whimper falling from her lips, the sound followed by a low moan that almost made your heart stop, her muscles throbbing beneath your mouth as pain and pleasure coursed through her. You slowed down your tongue, keeping your mouth still for her so she could ride out her high in her desired way, her hand pressing you impossibly close to her. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t move, her hand gripping your hair almost painfully hard, but it was the most exhilarating kind of sting that you had felt in a while, especially when you knew that it was all your doing, that she was losing herself in your touch. Any amount of pain would have been worth the quiet moans of pleasure that left her.

“Oh, Y/N”, she sighed weakly, her head thudding quietly against the headboard when she finally let herself relax fully. The way she uttered your name made fresh arousal bubble up inside you, your mind screaming from the thrill it gave you, but instead of showing your reaction to her, you simply smiled against her, kissing her folds a couple of times in a much more affectionate manner. You started slowly moving your kisses up to her pelvis, but to your surprise her hand tightened in your hair, guiding you right back between her legs. You rolled out your tongue for her, immediately complying with her wishes. She held you in place, riding out the very last waves of pleasure that rippled through her, her hips grinding into your face a few more times before she let you go. You felt dizzy, your well-spent body longing to crawl into her arms.

“Mmh, come here”, she mumbled in a quiet groan, pulling you closer by your arm, clearly thinking the same thing as you. She wrapped you in her embrace, kissing your damp chin in the process before allowing you to find a comfortable position to cuddle in, so you could both recharge yourselves for wherever the night was headed. She let out a long groan that was laced with satisfaction, her hands rubbing your back firmly as if to press you closer to her. “Fuck, you’re excellent.”

“Yeah?” You lifted your head off her chest, giving her a smug smirk, wiping your chin into your shoulder briefly to get rid of the spit and come that remained there. She pecked your lips, her mouth stretching into a smile.

“Don’t push it”, she chuckled, the sound rumbling against your ear as you rested your head over her breast, a satisfied, little smile on your face.

A/N: she is something else omg. Also come talk to me I'm bored

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cardinalcheerio · 7 months ago

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I believe that while dick is a horrendous driver; so are the rest of the Batkids

I mean especially the ones who were robin/Batgirl wayyy before they could drive.

Examples:

Dicks driving and we all know he's trash. I mean. I haven't read many of the comics. But I can't imagine someone who grew up riding trains in the circus, then being chauffeured (thats hard to spell) around until hes old enough to move to a different city (I'm not from a city but most people walk right?) Then driving a police car which a guarantee nobody cares how he's driving in it. Ain't no way bro knows road rules/courtesy.

Jason was too poor for cars, then I suppose he knew how they work. But knowing how a car works and knowing how the road works especially in gotham are two very different things. He drives a motorcycle (badass) which has some different rules, and honestly there is no way he knows how to drive timeline wise. He died at 16, so no licence/learning (doubt he learned at 15 in gotham.) Came back as an adult after being in nanda par bat then traveled via motorcycle or roof. There is no time he would've learnt to drive a car.

Tim, honestly. I just think Tim would stare into the road and either cause 6 crashes or not even remember driving. He's very detail oriented, but also crazy busy so I'd see him speeding, thinking he could drift out of the way of a stopped car and realize, "oh shit. Not the batmobile this doesn't stop as well!". Also honestly, who would've taught Tim to drive? YouTube?

Steph, shed hit every curb in history. I have no reason to believe this, because steph is criminally underrepresented and i can't find any in depth stuff bout her. But i just think she'd be blasting music and some idiot would cut her off, she'd get pissed (as any gothamite would), cut him off and get hit. Bruce would be buying her a new car cause whats the point of having a billionaire be your pseudo father if he ain't gonna pay for shit?

Cass, i think she could drive if needed, but just a casual drive to get coffee or something? Road laws in America are confusing as shir cause rhey change everywhere you go. And it's gotham so nobody is gonna follow any, so pretty much anyone but Alfred is fucked. I think she'd be a good high speed driver tho

Damian, bros 12 (in my mind atleast), and has been chauffeured around his whole life. Ain't no way.

Duke, honestly. May be the only hope. Just cause he had a stable family for a bit that prob talked to him a bit about driving. Still wouldn't trust him driving me, though. Plus, Gotham is a city and most people prob walk cause of the traffic.

Could you imagine comming home from somewhere and turning on the radio to see why you're stuck, "we have reports that every road in gotham is shit again because of some second rate villian and batman. Those motherfuckers are the reason we have such high taxes. Just sell your car and move. Probably quicker to leave for metropolis than wait in this traffic.:

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jiubilant · 6 months ago

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cw: horror elements

He’d been a scrib of three, sticky-fingered and clinging to his sister’s skirts like an anther-burr, when first he saw a war-wasp of the Dres. In less than seven years they’d be extinct: their cliff-hives burnt, their grubs smeared across singed flagstones or speared wriggling on An-Xileel pikes. But it had been a bright morning—the dust had glittered in the air like motes of kanet, like the specks the goldsmiths blow off their tables—and the messenger from Bal Foy had circled his glorious mount three times above the marketplace, like a victorious chap’thil, before landing her in the middle of the street.

“Give her a pat,” he’d said, laughing, to the children clustering round—and the adults, too, a few merchants and house-servants whose stern faces broke with smiles. “She’s polite, my Khes.”

He ran, that scrib of three—not towards the great wasp grooming her feelers in that circle of hands, as oblivious to her admirers’ attentions as Benitah, but to a basket of comberries abandoned at a fruit-seller’s stall. The first fistful he stuffed in his mouth. The second he stretched above his head, high as he could reach.

“Khes!” he’d called, his voice shrill and garbled with fruit. He remembers the moment even now. Juice dribbling down his wrist. Dust in his throat. His little heart surging upward with that cry, as if on jeweled wings. “Khes!”

The wasp turned her alien head, broad and shining as a bonemold shield. Her feelers whiskered over him. Out flicked her wings once, twice: sheer and strong as wevet, fluted like stained glass into a thousand fiery panes.

“Hold your hand out flat, hla!” the messenger called.

He did. The mouthparts that could crush a Nordling breastplate descended to meet it. Delicately, like a lady reaching into a bowl with finger and thumb, the wasp took a single berry from his palm.

* * *

He wakes in his cold dormitory cell feeling stiff, sore, and improbably cheerful. Mzulft and its horrors, the Synod included, are behind him; it’s up to Mirabelle, now, to decide what to do with what they’ve learned. A magic staff in Hjaalmarch—perhaps the first item of import, he thinks with amusement, to ever come out of Hjaalmarch. And the Thalmor know nothing about it. And he’s rising late from a bed, not a bedroll, with the fading idea that he’d dreamed something pleasant.

“She’s stung me to the heart,” he sings in soft Velothis over his washbasin, scraping off the journey’s stubble with his shaving-knife. The ancient song comes to him in snatches, like the dream. “She’s stung me, jewel of the sky, armored queen of the valleys of the Shir”—someone raps on his door, probably one of the prentices with a question about a translation, and he takes some smiling liberties with the next line—“one moment, per favore, s'il vous plaît—”

“Break it down,” says a curt voice.

The door crashes open. He makes a startled, absurd swipe with his shaving-knife at the first of the intruders—black robes, beaky buttons that glint gold in the firelight—before a burst of magic shivers through him like heat-lightning. He hears a thump. Himself, he realizes with belated surprise, hitting the chilly floor.

“Is he immobilized?” the voice asks pleasantly.

A chorus of subordinate voices, at least three: “Yes, Secretary.”

They’ve never gone this far, thinks the man on the floor, struggling to budge limbs that have gone rigid and heavy as kedge-anchors. Something’s emboldened them at last. A heavy-gloved hand dips into the neck of his nightshirt and fishes out his Company chain.

“Justiciar Ancano was right!” the young Dominion agent attached to the hand exclaims. He dangles the pendant in the light. “East Empire Company. A factor’s clerk. A pleasure, Master”—he squints at the inscription on the copper, above the tarnished ship—“Ramo, to properly make your acquaintance.”

That’s right, the clerk thinks. They’d bungled his name on the thing. Probably in the records, too. A laugh escapes his spell-sealed lips as a stifled huff.

“Kick him,” the pleasant voice suggests. “Oh, cousin. To scribble and scrape for the mayfly enterprises of men!”

Someone does kick him. He finds himself facedown on the hearth, seeing nothing, hearing creaks and thumps and curses as the Thalmor toss his room. One rummages through his sea-chest, takes something out, slams it. His ewer shatters. Floorstones scrape in protest as they’re pried up; the thieves’ Altmeri chatter grows excited, then. They must have found his papers. The clerk scrabbles through his mind for what little Altmeris he knows—

“Closer to the fire,” says the pleasant one in Cyrod, perhaps for his benefit. The clerk’s heart petrifies like his limbs. “He fell. A terrible accident. Put his cane—yes, there. As if he’d been trying to reach it.”

Someone drags him closer to the hearth. Flings his arm into it like a peat-brick. The heat bakes his hand. “I can seal his heart-valves to be sure—”

“Don’t be a fool,” snaps the pleasant one. “That shrieking cat who heads up Restoration would notice. Let us defer, out of respect for our cousin, to Velothi custom—”

The click of the closing door.

The silence.

He can breathe, the clerk thinks, breathing fast. He can blink. Involuntary motions, then, are not suppressed by the spell—only those that he wills. Sitting up. Crying out. Smothering the fire nibbling, with increasing interest, at his sleeve.

It was once said of the war-wasps of the Dres, he recalls with faint amusement, that the venom of their stings worked much the same. One was advised, perhaps as a way to bide one’s time before the end, to battle the enervation in increments: try wriggling a finger. A toe.

Something pops in the fire. The cell begins to smell of smoke and singed hair. He wonders whether the jerk of a limb exposed to flame, to that sharp, betraying sting, is involuntary—no, it seems not. The pain scourges his arm, his ear, the side of his head.

A finger, he thinks, concentrating all his awareness of his body into the palm of his lifeless hand. A toe. A terrible accident, they’ll say when they find him. Don’t think it. Hold your hand out flat, hla—

A strained rap on the door. “Magister?”

Relief crashes through him where the magic holds him fast. His thumb twitches free of the spell. It makes less noise than a crumb of peat shifting in the hearth.

“Magister,” calls the voice, dear and strangely small, “the—the Master Wizard, she wants you in the quadrangle—”

“Brelyna,” a familiar brogue interrupts, “J’zargo does not think he’s in.”

Her voice rises nearly to a wail. “Where is he, then—”

They’re going, the clerk thinks, gripped by a panic more searing than the flames climbing his sleeve. His hand jerks. It hits his cane, which the Thalmor had propped so tellingly on the fireplace-jamb.

The cane wobbles. He holds his breath.

Then, with a magnificent scrape, it clatters to the floor.

A silence.

“Is it unlocked?” asks Brelyna.

The creak of the door. A gasp. The panicked squeak of boots. Then someone throws the contents of the washbasin on him: a shocking blue chill, like a plunge in pack ice. He breathes out. His shaving-knife swirls past his head on a runnel of suds.

“Turn him over.” J’zargo’s voice, sharp as claws. “Is he dead?”

“I don’t think so.” Magic crackles in the air above his head. “I, I think he’s—didn’t Master Neloren show us how to dispel this? Let me try—”

Something heavy and sluggish evaporates from the clerk's bones. He stirs with some difficulty, blinking soap from his eyes, and finds himself in a circle of worried hands: J’zargo lifting his head, Onmund buffeting the last of the fire, Brelyna slapping his ridiculous half-shaved face.

“Hlai,” he rasps, laughing, trying to raise his arms to fend them off. They’ll beat him to death. Ai, a terrible accident. “Hlai, I’m not a rug—”

“You look a rug,” snaps Onmund, terse as ever. The clerk recalls that he’s wearing the nightshirt patterned with fleurs. “What happened? Who spelled you?”

The less they know, the better. The clerk flexes his hands, then his face, breathing with great care around the boot-shaped ache in his side. “Shouldn’t you”—the fire’s ghost gnaws his arm when he bends it, and he winces—“be in class?”

“In class?” Onmund sits him up so roughly that they nearly knock heads. The boy’s hands, the clerk realizes with a start, are shaking. “We were in class. Don’t you know what’s happening outside?”

Brelyna sits back in the mess of hearth-ash and washwater, rubbing her crumpling face with both hands. Her voice wavers like a shrill flute. “I thought you were dead, too.”

“Too?” The clerk, blistered and dripping, stares at his pupils. “Who’s dead?”

A muscle jumps in Onmund’s ashen face. J’zargo flattens his ears and looks away. It’s Brelyna, choking on overwhelmed tears, who answers.

“The Archmage,” she sobs. Outside, muffled by the dormitory walls, a scream pitches above the cries of gulls. “The Archmage.”

#horror elements ≠ the wasp. the wasp is cute #skyrim #college of winterhold #microfic #brelyna maryon #onmund #j'zargo #estormo #oc tag #ravi

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 1 year ago

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Summary: Losing a bet against Austin and Grayson and having to be their assistant/valet for a month. Turns into feelings for both of them.

•Austin Theory x Grayson Waller x Reader•

I walk into catering before Smackdown Live goes on the air. Adam Pearce is at a table talking with Austin Theory and Grayson Waller along with Damage CTRL. I look over at them and Adam is waving for me to come over to him. I walk over and put my hands on the table leaning in-between Austin and Adam.

"What's up Adam? Whatcha need me for?"

He looks at me smiling.

"Well Y/N, I had an idea earlier today and I was talking it over with Damage CTRL, Austin and Grayson. We were thinking you and them would be sitting at this table and be playing Truth or Dare with each other for a backstage promo."

I look at him with a curious look on my face. I fold my arms looking down at him.

"I like it but what's the catch?"

He laughs and shakes his head.

"You know me to well. The catch is that someone is gonna dare you to arm wrestle Bayley. And when you lose, you have to be Austin and Grayson's assistant/manager for a month. Means you gotta do as they ask and accompany them to the ring during their matches."

I start laughing really hard looking down at the floor.

"You have got to be kidding Adam?"

He looks at me with a serious face. I stop laughing and look at him.

"I'm very serious Y/N. We all think you would look really good as their manager."

I look over at Grayson and Austin staring at me.

"Is that true boys?"

"Yes ma'am"

They both say it at the same time and I crack a slight smile. I look over at Bayley than back at Adam. Adam looks like he is begging me to do it. I roll my eyes and huff.

"Fine. I'll do it. But there has to be a few dares and truths before we do that dare."

"Sounds good to me! It is official."

Adam stands up, shakes my hand and everyone else's at the table than exits out of catering. I sit down next to Bayley and look over at her putting my hands on the table.

"I know I'm new here, but why did you pick me?"

She puts a hand ontop of my hand and grabs it slightly.

"Because you are new here. Because you haven't been able to make a name for yourself yet. I think this might be your breakout moment. Like Maxine."

Ever since I got called up during the WWE draft, they haven't really used me on Smackdown. I look at her really thinking about what she is saying. I shake my head agreeing with what she is saying.

"Ya know. You're right. I could learn a thing or two from you if I really just stop and think about things."

She smiles really big and lets go of my hand pointing over at Austin and Grayson. I look over at them and their eyes are basically glued onto me. I look at them with a confused look.

"Do I have something on my face?"

They don't say anything and just keep staring.

"BOYS!"

I snap my fingers in their faces and they shake their heads looking away from me.

I shake my head cracking a smile. I look over at Bayley.

"I have an idea. I need a glass bottle."

She looks at me and points to the glass bottles of water in catering. I get up, grab one than dump it out in the sink. I come back to the table and Bayley is giving me a confused look. I set the bottle on its side and spin it.

"We could spin the bottle and whoever it lands on is the one who gets asked Truth or Dare."

"That is a smart idea!"

Grayson shouts from across the table at me.

"Thanks G. Anyways, how many truths and dares should we do?"

"I think one dare than two truths than your dare."

I look over at Bayley and shake my head yes. Grayson and Austin agree along with Iyo and Dakota. I stand up and push in my chair.

"I am going to go change into my gear. I will be back in a little bit."

"Bye Y/N!"

They all say at the same time. I wave goodbye and walk to my dressing room to change into my gear. I put on my black and blue shorts (kinda look like Theorys) and my black and blue bralette to match. I put on my cropped cut up (kinda like Rhea's) blue Macho Man shirt. I put my black knee high boots on and look in the mirror fixing my hair.

"Yup. This is good."

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*almost time to do the promo*

I sit down at the table after grabbing a quick bite to eat. Grayson sits on my left side and Dakota sits on my right. We get prepare to do the promo. Bayley comes running into catering.

"Sorry I'm late! I was on the phone!"

She sits down next to Dakota and gets herself prepared. I feel a hand slowly slide onto my leg and grab my thigh. I look over at Grayson who has a small smirk on his face. I grab his hand and throw it off of me shaking my head. The camera man comes over looking at all of us.

"Are you all ready?"

"Yes!"

Bayley grabs the bottle and spins it. It lands on Grayson and Bayley smiles looking at him.

"Alright Grayson, Truth or Dare?"

"Hmmmm dare!"

"Oooooo alright. I dare you to..... give Y/N the sloppiest kiss on the cheek! If you chicken out, you have to drink some hot sauce!"

My eyes go wide looking at Bayley. She starts laughing at me. Grayson grabs my chin pulling me closer to him and smashes his lips into my cheek. I can feel the drool on my cheek. I make a disgust face as he lets go of my face smiling at the drool he left. I grab a napkin wiping my face while everyone else is laughing about it. The game continues on for a little while.

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Austin spins the bottle and it lands on me.

"Ooooo Y/N. Truth or Dare?"

"Let's go with a dare!"

Austin smirks and looks at me.

"Oh I have a good one for you."

"Let's hear it than Theory."

"I dare you to arm wrestle Bayley. If you win, you are off the hook."

"But if I lose?"

"Oh but if you lose, you have to be Grayson and my assistant/manager for a month."

"Oh you are so on Theory."

Me and Bayley get into position to arm wrestle. We grab each other hand and look at each other.

"Y/N are you ready?"

"Yes girl. Let's do this."

Me and Bayley start pushing against each other with everything we have. I start slowly pushing her hand down a little but she pushes it right back up. I can start to feel my arm slightly giving up but I fight through it. Bayley can tell my arm is starting to hurt and starts pushing harder. My arm gives and she slams my hand into the table. Everyone around me gasps and starts cheering for Bayley winning. I put my hand on my face shaking my head embarrassed at what just happened.

"Well Y/N, guess you are now Theory and Waller's personal assistant for a month! Good luck!"

Bayley and the rest of Damage CTRL laugh walking out of catering. The cameras cut off ending our game. I stand up and take a deep breath. Grayson stands up next to me and puts an arm around my shoulders.

"Hey Y/N. It will be okay. I promise."

I look at him with a disgust face and take his arm off my shoulders.

"Maybe for you, it might be."

I walk out of catering to my dressing room.

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*2 weeks later on Smackdown Live*

Sitting in my locker room cutting up a light blue Grayson Waller effect shirt, I turn on the TV to watch the beginning of Smackdown. Austin and Grayson have a match against The Brawling Brutes.

"Great."

I roll my eyes and put on the shirt making sure it fits how I like it. I hear a knock on my door and get up. I walk over, open the door and it's Adam.

"You are on in 15 mins Y/N. Go find the boys please."

"Oh okayyyy."

I roll my eyes. Adam looks down at my shirt.

"Nice shirt by the way."

He laughs and walks off. I huff, walk down to the boys dressing room and knock on the door.

"Who is it?!"

"It's Y/N!"

The door opens a little bit. I push it open and lean against the door frame.

"We are on in 15. Are you boys ready?"

Grayson looks up at me while trying to fix his boots and his jaw drops almost to the floor. He starts smacking Austin's arm who is trying to fix his shorts. Austin turns around and rolls his eyes.

"Y/N you are wearing the wrong shirt. You have to be wearing Austin Theory."

Austin laughs and I roll my eyes.

"No no no! She is definitely wearing the right shirt."

Grayson smirks and winks at me. I roll my eyes again.

"Are you guys ready or not?"

"Yes ma'am!"

They both come running over to me and we all go walking to gorilla.

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Grayson makes his entrance first. Austin puts his hand on my shoulder and I look up at him.

"I want you to come out with me and stand in the spotlight like the queen that you are."

My jaw drops and I freeze just staring at him. I never really heard him say anything like that before and didnt really have a clue that is how he felt. His music hits and it snaps me back to reality. We walk out together and get ready for the spotlight to come on. I am standing on his right side kinda leaning on him looking up at him and Grayson is over his left shoulder. The spotlight turns on, the camera comes around us and Austin puts his hands up to do his entrance. I look at the camera and smirk while Grayson says some stuff to Austin. Austin finishes his entrance, we all turn towards the ring and walk down. Austin proceeds to put an arm around my neck and pull me closer to him. I take his arm off and climb into the ring. We all walk over to the corner and pose for the camera. I do the A town down with my fingers while sticking my tongue out.

"Yes Y/N! That is perfect!"

Austin pats my shoulder than climbs down off the ropes. I climb down onto the floor. The bell rings and the match begins.

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*nearing the end of the match*

Ridge Holland has Austin tied up in the ropes and is going to do the 10 beats to the chest. I climb up next to Austin and try flirting with Ridge. I lick my lips than bite my bottom lip.

"Hey big boy."

Ridge lets go of Austin and walks over towards me. I put my hand on his face while Austin crawls into the ring. Austin quickly rolls him up for the winning pinfall.

"Here are your winners! Grayson Waller and Austin Theory!"

I jump down helping Grayson off the floor and walking over to Austin who rolled out of the ring. Austin also slings his arm around my neck. I try holding them both up walking up the ramp to the top. We stop, turn around and I hold up both of their arms in victory. We make our way to the back to their locker room.

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Sitting on the couch in the boys locker room playing on my phone, I hear the shower turn off. Grayson went to get us some food for the rest of the show.

"Hey Y/N? Did G come back yet?"

"No yet. Why?"

I hear the bathroom door open and I look up to see Austin in just a towel wrapped around his waist. I gulp at the sight infront of me. He walks over and grabs my hand making me stand up infront of him. I take a deep breath looking at him.

"Soooo you have been my manager for about 2 weeks now....."

He stops talking when Grayson walks in hands full of plates of food.

"Ummmm what is going on here?"

"Austin was talking about me being his manager for 2 weeks now."

"His manager?"

"I meant both of our manager G."

"Anyways Austin. What were you gonna say to me?"

I look at him straight in his eyes. He grabs my hand again and smiles.

"I was just wondering if you would be my manager..... forever?"

"Are you trying to ask me to be your girlfriend?"

"That's what I was gonna ask her!"

I look over at Grayson and he looks upset. I look back over at Austin.

"Well..... it is a yes to you Austin."

I grab his face and kiss him hard. He grabs my face and kisses back hard as well. Grayson gasps behind us. I pull back and look over at Grayson who is upset.

"Well.... it's also a yes for you Grayson."

I walk over, grab his face and kiss him hard. Grayson grabs my waist pulling me closer kissing me hard as well. I pull back and look at Austin than back at Grayson.

"As long as you two are okay with sharing me."

They both come over and kiss my cheeks at the same time. I giggle and push them back.

"I will take that as a yes!"

We all sit down on the couch and watch the rest of Smackdown while eating the food on the coffee table infront of us......

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meetmyothersouls · 1 year ago

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First Time for Everything

Chapter 2

Warnings: nightmares, vomiting, lots of talk of murder and vague mentions to cannibalism, strong language and imagery, I also changed this from second person to first person y/n (chapter one is in second person),

Snap-snap-snap

The sound grabs my attention, but I can’t focus on anything. It’s too dark. My eyes must’ve missed their chance to gradually adjust to complete darkness, allowing small shapes and figures to come into view. I can’t see shit. It’s a darkness I remember well but wish I didn’t. One that’s hungry and mean. It smells familiar. Like the scent of an unfortunate childhood.

Where am I?

Snap-snap-snap

It echos, bouncing off of walls that might as well be nonexistent. I squint my eyes, as if that will somehow make up for the lack of light in…wherever I am. Where’s the sound coming from? I turn my body. More darkness but this time there’s a door, only put into view by the light that’s shining from behind the frame, allowing the tiniest bit of soft yellow light to illuminate the darkness.

Snap-snap-snap

It’s louder now. More rapid and urgent. The light behind the door is interrupted by shadows. Four of them in what I realize are feet. Who do they belong to?

“She’s just a child,” a woman says. Her voice is soft and familiar.

“A child that needs to learn, Vanessa,” another familiar voice says. It’s one I should know. One I do know but I’ve locked in the farthest recesses of my mind. And Vanessa. I definitely knew a Vanessa.”

“Randall,” Vanessa warns. “Don’t hurt her.” She sounds nervous now and I find myself scooting on my ass desperate to get as far away from the door as possible.

Snap-snap-snap

This time the sounds are accompanied with something new. Shaking. I’m shaking. I can feel it.

“I’m not going to hurt her, dumb ass,” Randall says, his tone highly annoyed, like he’s talking to someone small and stupid and pathetic. “I’m going to teach her. A few minutes with me is all she’ll need.”

The door opens and I see Vanessa’s shadow on the wall as she leaves. Then Randall comes into view only I can’t see him. He’s just a massive shadow. A void in front of the yellow light of the hallway. He stands there menacingly, and I realize I’m still scooting away. I scoot, and scoot, and scoot but my back never presses against a corner or a wall or…anything. I'm trying so hard to get away, but I can’t. It’s like I’m moving backward on a treadmill with no end in sight. Then, the shadow lunges for me, his hands like claws fully extended and ready to-

“Y/N!”

Snap-snap-snap

I gasp and my eyes shoot open. I’m taking in gulps of air like I hadn’t even been breathing. I clutch my chest and sit up straight. It’s still dark but I can tell I’m in a car. Which is odd considering I’ve not been in a car in years.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” the man sitting in the drivers seat says. I know it’s Lee but my mind is fleeting so rapidly I can’t even look at him. I need to get out.

I jump, my heart pounding so quickly I feel like I’m about to vomit. I reach for the door handle of the moving car and pull.

“Whoa whoa whoa! Y/n, stop! Relax!” Lee's pulling me by my elbow which only makes me panic more.

“Let me out. Let me out. I gotta get out. Can’t breathe,” I say, gulping down air like it’s water.

“Okay, shit, I’ll pull over!”

He pulls over and I spill out of the car the before it’s fully stopped. I empty my stomach onto the ground as Lee puts the car into park. The car we stole. From the man he killed. And ate. Things start falling back into place and the events from earlier flood my brain. Lee slams his door, and I can hear his footsteps crunching against the gravel as he walks over to me. There’s still blood on his shirt. Immediately I gag, but nothing happens other than both sides of my ribcage painfully pressing together.

“Fuck,” Lee breathes out as if he’s exhausted. I look up at him and he’s running a hand through his hair. There’s blood caked under his fingernails. I gag again. “You good?”

“Your shirt,” I say though a shaky breath.

“What about it?”

“Can you get rid of it?”

“That’s the weirdest way I’ve been asked to get naked, but okay.”

“I don’t want to see you naked! Your shirt has blood on it from the man you killed!”

“ShhhHHH!!!” Lee shushes me. He’s starting to bring his filthy palm up to my face and I shake my head, baking away from him. “You can’t just scream that shit out loud, y/n, fuck.” Still, he takes off his shirt and laces it through a belt loop at his side. It won’ fix the disgusting state of his fingernails, but it will at least keep my gagging at bay. “And just so we’re clear, I killed him to save you. You’re welcome.”

Lee plops down onto the curb next to me. “You done puking? I wanna make sure I’m out of the splash zone.”

“I think I’m done,” I say, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I sit next to him and realize we’re on a highway. A dead one. It’s dark but not too dark, I can see my surroundings, which is nothing but highway for miles in between dense forest on both sides. Cicadas and crickets chirp in unison filling the night with their song. That’s enough to tell me we’re still in North Carolina.

“What was all that?” Lee asks.

“All what?”

“Well you whimpering in your sleep for starters.”

“I wasn’t whimpering!” I answer too quickly and way too defensively.

“Okay whatever the fuck it was, what was it?”

“I had a nightmare I think.”

Lee fishes a single cigarette from his pocket and lights it. “Damn,” he says after taking a long drag from it. He blows the smoke in the opposite direction of me. “Wanna talk about it?”

I open my mouth, then close it. I get nauseous even thinking of the pitch black room, the hauntingly familiar smell and voices. And the shadows. “Where are we?”

“About an hour away from Asheville,” Lee says, not seeming to mind my sudden change of subject. “Smoke?” He asks, holding his cigarette out to me between his thumb and index finger.

“Your hands are filthy.”

Lee takes his cigarette back and laughs. “You always this uptight?”

“Only after I see a man eat another human.”

“Ah you’re still stuck on that?”

“Of course I’m stuck on that! It’s not exactly normal, you know.”

“And yet you still got into a car with me. A stolen one at that.” Lee arches an eyebrow at me and smirks.

“Well, you saved me so.”

“So what?”

“I don’t know,” I say and stand back up. He’s getting on my nerves and I don’t know why.

“You and I,” Lee says straining his words as he stands up with me, “we’re not that different.”

“Oh yes we are.”

“Not really. Watch. You’ll see.”

“What do you mean ‘you’ll see’?”

Lee walks back to the car. He opens the door and stands on the the inside, resting his elbow on the hood of the car. “You hungry?”

I haven’t moved from my spot on the side of the road. I must have quite the expression on my face because he smirks at me again. And even though he’s filthy and a murderer I’m doing everything I can not to admit that he’s extremely attractive. I can’t get close to anyone. Definitely not someone like him. “What do you mean ‘you’ll see’?” I demand, I cross my arms and stand my ground.

Lee rolls his eyes, “I just mean you’ll see. Now come on, I want waffles and maybe a steak.”

Food sounds revolting to me right now. I don’t move.

“Jesus, y/n, what? You have somewhere else to go?”

I hate how he uses my name like he knows me so well. I hate that him saying my name at all does something to me it shouldn’t. He’s a murderer.

“Look,” Lee says pointing ahead of us into nothingness. “You can head that way into bum fuck nowhere or you can go back that way and go visit our little friend-well what’s left of him-back in that dumpster in Charlotte. And lemme tell ya, where there’s one of that guy, there’s hundreds. Walking around lurking in the shadows and you don’t even know they’re there or what they are until it’s too late. Or you can come with me. What’s it gonna be, y/n.”

He’s looking at me expectantly, knowing he’s already won. I sigh and make my way back to the car. I step over the mess I made and plop into the dirty passenger seat. We drive in silence for at least thirty minutes before Lee speaks up again. “Look, y/n, I’m not forcing you to come with me. If you’ve got somewhere to be or someplace you want me to drop you off just tell me, I’ll take you there.”

I look over at him, but he’s focused on the road, his dirty hands gripping the steering wheel. “Where are you going anyway?” I ask.

Lee shrugs, “I was gonna stop in Asheville first.”

“Why?”

Now he looks over at me. “I love it there.” He smiles and it’s a genuine one and I have to look away because it damn near melts my heart. “But if you want me to take you some place else first, I will.”

I sigh, looking at the blurry trees zipping by. I hope in my next life I’m a tree. “I don’t have anyone. Or anywhere to go.”

“No family?”

“No. Well none that give a shit about me.”

“No friends?”

“No.”

We’re both silent again, but it’s not the bad kind. It’s the kind that I’m comfortable with. And I can tell that he is too. Silence is golden.

“I knew it,” Lee finally says.

“Knew what?” I ask, taking my gaze away from the blur of trees to look at him again.

Lee turns and smiles at me, but this time I don’t look away. “That you’re a loner like me.”

We stare at each other for what feels like too long. Then, Lee shakes his head breaking out stare as he eases on the breaks and pulls into a Waffle House parking lot.

“Hope you like Waffle House,” Lee says as he clicks off his seatbelt. He walks around the car and opens my door for me, the action itself jarring. No one’s ever opened a door for me. I shove that thought to the back of my head, in a sad attempt to not let it do anything to me. He’d do that for anyone.

We scooted into a booth, Lee sitting across from me. “My sister and I used to come here all the time.”

I only nod as I look at the menu, choosing not to ask any follow up questions to his statement so that I don’t have to talk about my family in return.

“You got any siblings?”

I fight back a sigh. “Nope. Only child.”

“Really? Your childhood must’ve been lonely. My sister and I-”

The waitress, an old woman with frizzy blonde hair, shocking red lipstick and a name tag that read Deborah in handwritten cursive comes up to our table. She smacks her gum loud and I can see the lime green wad as she flicks it around with her tongue. As much as I am grateful she interrupted Lee’s family talk, I have to look away to keep myself from gagging. “What are you getting?”

“I’ll have the four waffles and a T-bone, medium rare, and a coffee. Black,” Lee says, practically salivating. Then looks over to me.

“Oh. Uh. I’ll just have a coffee I think.”

Deborah blows a massive bubble with her gum and looks at me like there’s got to be more to my order.

“I’ll give her one of my waffles,” Lee winks and hands Deborah our menus.

Deborah rolls her eyes and pockets her pen and note pad. Seconds later she brings back two steaming mugs of coffee. Lee drinks is straight apparently while I dump five sugars into mine and four of the tiny cups of creamer. In what seems like not long enough to cook an entire steak and four waffles, Deborah’s back in five minutes with Lee’s food and an extra plate for me. “Enjoy,” she says in a tone that sounds more like she hopes we choke on it. My stomach turns at the sight of the plate. Lee’s steak is sitting in a pool of brownish-red liquid. The bottom waffle in the stack of four is soggy with the blood and liquid that seeped out of the steak as it cooked. I look into my coffee to escape the sight.

“So-”

“Please tell me you’re going to wash your hands.”

Lee smirks. “Right. Of course. Be right back. That top waffle is for you if you want it.”

I wait until he’s in the bathroom to get up and grab a few of the pamphlets and maps in the stands at the front of the restaurant. For some reason knowing exactly where I am and where we could be going is grounding for me. I feel calmer, more in control. There are broachers for nearby landmarks and attractions. Gatlinburg, Tennessee, Dollywood, a zoo that’s a about an hour from this restaurant, a Georgia aquarium and various museums, several maps of the Smokey Mountains, and like Lee mentioned, Asheville, North Carolina. I grab them all. When I get back to the table, Lee is already seated and digging into his steak. He's already slid the top waffle onto my plate.

“Doing some research?” Lee asks with a mouthful of steak.

“Just like to know what’s around,” I admit.

He stops chewing and smiles, the meat a ball inside of his cheek. “Don’t trust me?”

I slide into my seat and poke at my waffle. “I’m not sure it’s safe to trust anyone.”

“But me specifically. Right now, you don’t trust me.”

I shrug. “Should I?”

“Are you afraid I’m gonna eat ya?”

I look around before ducking my head “I don’t think we should talk about this in public."

"It's 2:30 in the morning, y/n, no one's here but us and Deborah. Think about it, if I wanted to do something to you, anything, I could have by now. But you're sitting here in this fine establishment with me and you're not the one in a plastic bag in some random dumpster."

"You want me to trust you?"

Lee flashes me that stupid fucking smirk I'm starting to like a lot as he shoves a piece of steak in his mouth. "I'd like it if you did, yeah."

I poke at my waffle before grabbing the pitcher like container of butter pecan syrup and pour it on my plate. I look up and Lee isn't eating anymore. He's still got his knife and his fork in each hand but he's looking at me. Waiting. "Then explain it to me."

"Which part?"

"All of it."

Lee pushes his half-eaten plate to the side. He grabs all the condiments from our table as well as the salt and pepper shakers and pushes them into the center.

"I am so glad you asked. Allow me to demonstrate."

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