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leossmoonn · 1 year ago

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call out my name | mike schmidt

summary - mike gets jealous after seeing you so friendly with a co-worker

includes / warnings - reader is fem. takes place after he worked at freddy’s. unprotected sex, overstimulation if you squint, fingering.

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18+ under the cut

mike’s about to shit his heart out as he looks in the window of the car dealership, seeing you and your co-worker standing at the reception desk. his blood starts boil as your co-worker makes you laugh. his hand keeps brushing against yours as he shows you whatever interesting video is on his phone. mike swears your co-worker steps closer to you so now your shoulders are touching. you don’t seem to notice, though.

mike runs a hand through his hair and makes sure the collar of his shirt is tucked. he opens the door, the bell making you raise your head. a bright smile encompasses your face and you stand up straighter, smoothing out any wrinkles in your shirt.

“you here to buy a car?” you tease your boyfriend. “i wish,” mike chuckles softly. his smile immediately drops when your co-worker speaks up.

“hey, mike.” the way he says mike’s name makes his stomach churn. “what’s up, drew?” mike’s smile is polite and tight as he glances at him.

“nothing much. is work slow for you, too?” drew asks. “no, i’m on my lunch break,” mike says. he fights the urge to roll his eyes. drew knows why he comes here.

“must keep you on a long leash with you coming all the way here,” drew says. “what do you do for work again? oh, yeah, mall security?”

mike’s hands ball into fists and he clenches his jaw. he tries to keep his reactions minimal, knowing drew wants to get a reaction out of him.

“actually,” you interject, “mike got a job waiting tables and he just got promoted to manager a week ago.”

“wow,” drew gasps. “how exciting. you must be so proud of yourself.”

mike glares at drew, trying to breathe slowly as to calm himself. you shuffle away from drew, not catching the small disappointment in his eyes.

“let’s go to the break room, yeah?” you ask. mike nods and follows you, part of him relaxing as your hand grabs his tricep. he sits down and waits for you to grab your lunch from the fridge.

“how come you didn’t bring anything?” you frown. “not that hungry,” he shrugs. truthfully, he can’t work up an appetite on the days he knows drew works with you. he‘s tried to eat in the past, knowing how you worry about him taking care of himself. but if he tries to eat, the food would end up wasted, and he can’t afford that.

“do you want half of my sandwhich?” you ask. “no, i’m okay,” he shakes his head.

“what about some pieces of fruit?” you press. “you go ahead and eat all your food,” mike chuckles. you hum in dissatisfaction. you russle through your lunch box, finding a week-old granola bar. “here,” you hand it to him. mike’s about to deny you again, but the desperation in your eyes makes him fold. he takes it and thanks you, taking small bites and chewing slowly.

mike’s worries dissipate the more time he spends with you. his dread is replaced with joy as you laugh at his weak jokes. warmth encapsulates his heart as you scoot your chair closer to him so your knees are touching. the kiss you press on his cheek makes him grin from ear-to-ear.

he saddens when he realizes he has to go back to work. you walk him out to his car, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

“i’ll talk to drew about his rudeness,” you mention. mike’s ears perk up in surprise. “oh…you don’t have. i don’t think he was being rude. he’s just —”

“mike,” you raise your brows. he sighs, “thank you.” you smile and nod, “of course. drive safe to work. i’ll see you tonight.”

he nods and kisses you again, having to peel himself away from you to leave.

a few days later, mike has to drop you off at work.

“can i use the bathroom real quick?” mike asks as you start to get out of the car. “of course,” you answer.

you two walk in together and you go to the break room to put all your things away. mike goes and finds you to say goodbye after he uses the restroom. he finds you in the break room with no one other than drew. you’re leaning against the counter, waiting for your coffee to brew. drew is close to you again — too close. his hand is on the counter right by your waist. he’s looking down at you, eyes flickering from your hips to your breasts and neck.

mike clears his throat and both of you turn to him. you walk over, giving him a long and warm hug.

“thank you for taking me to work,” you say. “no problem. do you need me to pick up you?” he asks.

“no, rachel can take me,” you say. “you just worry about picking abby up from school.”

his lips upturn and he nods. you press a kiss to his cheekbone and he begins to leave, but drew stops him.

“hey, mike. sorry about what i said the other day,” drew apologizes, but he doesn’t look sorry. mike nods at him, smiling awkwardly. “it’s fine. thanks.”

mike awaits your arrival at his home, making dinner for the two of my you. abby wanted to hang out at a friends house, so he dropped her off there, leaving the house empty for the two of you for a while.

he perks up as he hears your voice from outside. his heart races in excitement and he goes to the front door to greet you, but his feet stay glued to the floor as he sees drew, not rachel, get out of the car. he’s handing your purse and lunchbox, which mike knows you’re perfectly capable of retrieving yourself. you smile at drew and mike knows enough about you to know it’s a polite smile. it’s when you and drew hug that mike starts to feel nauseous. you stand a little far away from drew for it to be a normal hug, but drew pulls your closer and you don’t pull away. mike watches as drew’s hand slides down your back, just above your ass. mike’s hand that’s on the doorknob turns white. you pull away after a few seconds too long and drew moves to say something in your ear that makes you giggle. mike’s about to go out there and punch drew in the face, but you’re already making your way to the house.

mike scurries away from the door and back to the kitchen. he keeps stirring the pot of pasta, keeping his head down as you unlock the door and enter.

“hey, babe,” you greet him with a smile. you hang your coat on the rack besides the door, placing your purse and keys on the coffee table. you kick off your shoes and place them by mike’s.

“how was your day?” you ask as you walk over to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with water.

“fine,” mike answers through gritted teeth. “you okay?” your brows furrow in worry. you place a hand between is shoulder blades, which he shrugs off. “yeah. just tired,” he mumbles.

“okay,” you say unconvinced. you don’t push. mike’s a grown man and you’ve been together long enough for him to know that if he has a problem, he needs to speak up and ask for help. “where’s abby?” you ask.

“at a friend’s.”

“looks like we get the house to ourselves.”

your tone is teasing and when he looks at you, you have a mysterious glimmer in your eyes. he can’t muster up an ounce of care. he just hums in response.

“i’m going to go change into pjs,” you say, your warm lips settling on his skin. he just nods and you walk away, mind racing with what he could be so upset about.

dinner is worse. you two don’t talk at all. all your attempts fail. even when one of you are tired, you both make an effort.

“thank you for making dinner. i’m sorry i’m not that hungry,” you say.

“it’s fine,” he says, holding his head down and staring into his plate of alfredo.

“drew shared his chick-fil-a with me, so i guess i’m still full from that.”

something inside mike snaps. he drops his silverware with a clang, roughly getting out of his chair. it scrapes against the hardwood and he grabs his plate, shoving all the food down the trashcan and practically throwing the plate into the sink. he stomps away, going into his room. your stunned at his behavior, slowly getting up and walking over to his room.

“what the hell was that?” you ask. “nothing,” he grumbles. he’s taking off his sweatshirt, feeling too warm from becoming worked up.

“mike, talk to me. you’ve been acting weird ever since i got home. is something wrong? did abby get in trouble at school or say something?” you ask.

“i thought rachel was going to take you home.” his eyes stare daggers into yours. your throat dries and your heart starts to race. you don’t know why you suddenly feel so nervous. you weren’t hiding anything, but mike’s expression made it seem like you had just committed a crime.

“i… yeah. she was,” you say, your voice sounding softer with each word. “then why did drew take you home?” mike asks.

“rachel had to pick up her son from school. he got sick.”

“oh, how convenient.”

you now shoot him a glare. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“stop acting so innocent! we both know he’s in love with you.”

“that’s ridiculous, mike.”

“oh, is it? because from the moment you started working there, he’s been glued to your side. i mean, the first time i met him, he was pressed up against you!”

“he was just showing me how the system worked!”

“i’m sure that’s all he was doing,” mike says with a sour smile. “the other day, he was acting like an asshole.”

“i told him to apologize to you and he did, didn’t he?”

“yeah, because he wants to be on your good side.”

“mike, c’mon,” you try to settle the argument. you take a step towards him but he furthers the distance between you two.

“and today? buying you food and driving you home,” mike recants. “he’s a nice guy, mike. he’s bought food for the whole team before!” you exclaim, feeling exasperated.

“yeah, i bet he hugs everybody like how he hugged you, too. pressed all up against you with hand practically on your ass. and then he whispers something in your ear that makes you laugh so loud. he must be a real comedian since you’re always giggling when you’re with him.”

your frustration turns to worry as mike begins to talk more to himself than you. you have to admit, you’ve always known of drew’s crush on you. but he had never made a real move on you or made you uncomfortable. there was no reason to report him or confront him about it, especially since he knows you’re with mike. you always try to make your boundaries clear with everyone, but perhaps you missed a few of the signs with drew.

“tell me, what did he say to you?” mike asks, looking into your eyes.

“i-i don’t remember,” you admit honestly.

“i bet he was saying something about me, right? maybe he was telling you to go back to his place instead. i wouldn’t be surprised if you wanted to say yes.”

you’re taken aback by his assumptions of you. “is that what you really think of me, mike? you think i would leave you for some guy i’ve known for a couple months? for a guy who is only a co-worker to me?”

“i don’t know,” he shrugs. “you seem pretty smitten with him. he probably thinks you want to fuck him.”

you grit your teeth, feeling your heart sink as you finally hear what mike seems to think of you. “you’re an idiot, mike.” you walk out of his room, going to grab your purse and keys. he’s quick to follow you.

“you’re leaving now?” he scoffs. “i bet i can guess who you’re going to call to pick up you.”

“get over yourself, mike!” you yell. you head towards the door but he grabs your wrist, whipping you around to face him. you’re so close, you almost collide with his chest. his chest heaves up and down, his face flushed. “i think you should get over yourself,” he seethes. “you can’t seem to tell me that you don’t love him.”

“i don’t love him. i love you!” you shout, watching his face soften as your words register. “i didn’t want to tell you like this, but… i think you need to hear it.” your voice is quiet, almost a whisper now.

he doesn’t say anything. you can’t read his expression. you know mike likes to pull away from people. you know he’s afraid of losing everyone he loves. you know it’s hard for him to be open with you and this blow up tonight is a testament to that. you just hope he doesn’t try to push you away even more.

“mike? say something, please. if you don’t love me either then just say that, but it’s important you know that i do love —”

he smashes his lips against yours. your body melts against his out of instinct. you drop your purse and keys, wrapping your arms around his neck and weaving your fingers through his hair. his kisses are bruising, like he wants you to feel it tomorrow. his hands grasp at your sides, pulling you in closer, needing to feel every inch of you.

he begins to walk backwards to the couch, one of his hands leaving your body to feel out the couch. he sits down, grabbing the small of your back and yanking you onto his lap. your lips part for a small gasp of air and he slips his tongue in. your teeth clash as your tongue does a tango with his. your hands cup the back of his neck where his spine begins, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck.

he moans into your mouth, the sound vibrating inside you. his hands untucking your shirt and snaking up your back. he unclasps your bra and he wastes no time with getting his hands on your tits. even with your bra still hanging off your arms, his hand slithers under the wire.

you can feel his hard on under you. you can’t help but grind, your clit catching onto your underwear. your head drops and you moan into his ear, making him shudder underneath you. your hands move down to his t-shirt, dragging it up his body. he has to pause from massaging your breasts, but takes the opportunity to take your shirt and bra off.

his lips attach to your nipple, his tongue swirling and teeth oh-so-gently nibbling. your hands run down his chest, the soft hairs of his chest tickling your fingertips. your fingers stop at his belt and the ache between your thighs grows. you whine in need, starting to unbuckle his pants. once you do so, you quickly stand up and strip, swinging your leg back over mike’s waist once he takes his pants off.

you kiss him once more, sucking on his lip in between breaths. one of his hands settle on the junction between your hip and thigh, the other finding your cunt. you moan into his mouth as two fingers slip inside of you. he curves his fingers inside of you, brushing up against that sweet spot. your pussy gushes around his fingers with each movement and he can feel your juices slide down his hand at this angle. his thumb reaches up and circles over your throbbing clit. you can’t help but fall into him, his chin meeting your shoulder.

“mike,” you whimper. “feels good, huh?” he breathes out, his chest heaving up and down.

“mmhm,” you nod, screwing your eyes shut and biting your lip.

“he can’t make you this wet, can he?” mike whispers into your ear. he begins to kiss below your ear, sucking harshly. your stomach flips at his words and you shake your head, the only things coming out of your mouth are moans and whimpers.

“use your words, baby.” his voice is low and deep. his mouth is pressing searing hot kissing on your skin, sending a thrill up your spine.

“nu-uh,” is all you manage to say. his fingers pump faster, applying just the right pressure to get you off.

“shit, mike,” you gasp, your orgasm bubbling up in your lower stomach. you start to ride his fingers, gathering more friction around your clit. your fingertips dig into the flesh of his bicep as you come.

“mike,” you slur as he doesn’t stop rubbing your clit. “too much, too much!” you exclaim in a moan. mike slows his thumb’s movements, peering up at your face. your eyes are half-lidded and your lip is swollen from biting it so hard.

he gives you a few moments before taking you by the hips and flipping you over. his cock throbs at the sight of your legs spread for him. he knows how wet you were on his fingers. he can’t wait a second longer.

you grab onto his shoulders as he pushes into you. you both groan at the initial feeling. he fits you just like a glove. your pussy envelopes in warm and wetness, making it easy for him to just slide in.

he doesn’t waste any time with fucking you. he’s balls deep inside of you, marveling in the way your pussy hugs him. your walls clench around him with each thrust, the sounds of your juices gushing around his cock making you both lightheaded.

“you like being fucked like this, hm?” mike pants. “yes,” you breathe out. you’re starting to hyperventilate as his thrust become faster. his hips snap with yours, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin filling the room.

“tell me, can he fuck you like this?” he asks, his nose pressed against your cheek.

“no, mike. never.”

one of his hands grip the couch arm, about ready to pull out the stuffing. his other hand is digging into your side, surely to cause some bruising in the next few hours. your hands hook under his arms and you pull him closer to you as you’re about to come.

“fuck, baby,” he groans. “i-i love you, too. i think i’m gonna come, fuck.”

you can’t tell who’s breathing is who’s or who says what curse words, but you can feel him unload inside of you. warmth fills your insides as the knot in your tummy unravels. you buck your hips up to his in one last attempt to feel any sort of friction and then your body collapses on the couch, feeling weak and numb.

mike pulls out of you slowly, a string of his semen connecting from your pussy to his tip. he gets up and pulls on his boxers, walking to the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth. you pull yourself up against the pillows, resting one leg off of the couch. mike sits between your legs, wiping up his oozing cream. he leans down and presses a kiss to your inner thigh, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. he kisses a trail all the way up to your lips.

he kisses you sweetly this time around. his hands cup your face, cradling you close you him. he pulls away, sitting back with a smile as he looks at your neck.

“you’re gonna have to cover that up,” he says. you touch your skin, feeling how raw it is. you shrug and get up, putting your underwear back on. “i don’t think i will.”

mike raises his brows. “what if your co-workers see? what if drew comments on it?”

you give mike a coy smile. “i’ll tell him who gave it to me, then.”

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader smut #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt smut

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safic4-m · 2 years ago

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🚬💔Stop mocking

Pairing: Karen x Fem Reader

Author’s note: Request made by @Honey_York who requested smut, jealousy and romance. I’m not the best at writing smut but I hope you like it and it meets your standards Honey.

Number of words: 886

~Master list~

One-shot

Wattpad

-Did you bring the gold paint?- is the first thing Karen asks when you enter her studio.

-Who do you take me for- delivering the paint pot

-I’ve asked you more than three times- showing a beautiful smile

-Sorry but I have a fish memory- leaving the other thing you bought aside

-What’s that?- narrowing his eyes.

-Something I found somewhere- encircling her waist gently before claiming her lips

-What is it?- she asks again when they separate.

-Check it yourself- passing it on

-Love is art?- looking at you with an inquisitive look

-I thought it would be something we could try

-Why?

-You like painting…I like the one she paints- watching her analyze the kit

-Mmhh I don’t know- looking at you with an apologetic look

-We don’t have to do anything you don’t want- taking it from his hands

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They have everything ready, the canvas with black and fuchsia paint; Feeling Karen’s full lips against yours made your heart race, a slight sigh escaped from her mouth, prompting you to deepen the kiss. Her lips parted slightly, allowing you access to claim her mouth making her moan.

You gently push her down and straddle her, trailing kisses all the way to her neck, a needy moan escaping as you bite her pulse point, you run your tongue easing the slight burning, her hands gripping tight. on your shoulders, while yours follow her curves and you carefully slide a firm thigh between hers and her mouth opens in a perfect ‘O’.

She was already wet, her hips began to rock against your thigh trying to get some relief, with one of your hands you tame one of her breasts while with your mouth you attend to the other.

-Y/n… please from her-her hand grabs a handful of hair urging her to go ahead

After attending to her breasts, you spread a trail of kisses until you settle between her legs, you nibble the inner part of her thighs.

-Stop… teasing

You decide to stop teasing to wrap your lips around her clitoris and suck, getting a loud cry out of her, you can’t help but moan at the taste of her, the vibrations she sends through her center makes her grip on your hair tighter along with a lot of curses.

-Shit…shit…shit…keep it up- squirming with pleasure

By this point the paint is smeared across the canvas and you figure they must be on their hair too. You insert two fingers inside her, curving them perfectly to increase her pleasure.

-Ooohhh!!- throwing his head back in pure ecstasy

Your tongue working on her, fingers pumping in a quick rhythm, you knew it wouldn’t take long to finish. A great deal of insults spilled from her lips as she reached her climax.

-How are you feeling?- you ask affectionately caressing his cheek.

-Incredible..-laughing softly, in a quick movement he turns them so that you stay down this

time -don’t think that I’m not going to take revenge for all your teasing

-But you enjoyed it, didn’t you?- passing a strand of her pink hair behind her ear

-You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you- she says ignoring your question

-I want to see you try- showing a smirk

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Since several rounds, they sat down to admire your work

-What do you think? - you ask holding it, since maybe you have gone a little overboard

-Well… it was fun, but now I have paint where it shouldn’t be- making them both laugh -not to mention the fact that I can’t feel my legs

-That means I did well- earning you a blow on the shoulder -what do you think if she prepared a bath for us?

-That seems perfect to me

*****

The piece was signed by both, under the name “Love is art”, you had lost sight of Karen half an hour ago.

-What does a woman like you do alone?- asks a guy in a suit.

-Seeing which asshole approaches me first- you say with obvious sarcasm

-Mmhh- looking for a topic of conversation -you know? I planned to buy some of the paintings, but they all seem so simple to me

-Ding ding, we already have the idiot of the night- taking a sip of your champagne

-Sorry?

-You must be an idiot, not to realize how beautiful these works are and all the feelings they are made with- returning your attention to the centerpiece

-Aha, also who exhibits a picture of where she had sex

-The same person who had the best muse in the world with her- Karen’s voice interrupts the small “conversation”

The pink haired girl stands next to you and wraps her arm around your body.

-Leave my girlfriend alone and get out of here son of a bitch- he spits out the words making her grip stronger at the same time

The man leaves and you move to face her

-Jealous?- raising an eyebrow

-Of course not

-Don’t lie to me Karen, I know perfectly well when you lie- very close to her ear making her shudder

-Maybe a little- avoiding your gaze

-Well, that doesn’t make sense, I love you and you know I’m yours- seeing that she bites her lower lip

-I’m yours too- drawing a smile on your face

-I know- before framing her face and kissing her

#american horror story #ahs #ahs double feature #double feature #tb karen #karen #tb karen x reader #karen x reader #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader

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notladylikes · 1 year ago

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"i know you're not a big fan of going out but..."

she starts, kicking her feet as she lays down on her bed. madelaine feels like she's been cooped up with this sinus infection for far too long and the girl is desperate for some kind of fresh air.

"let me buy you dinner please."

grabbing a strand of hair, the brunette begins to twirl it around her finger.

"i feel like i'm going frickin' stir-crazy, dude. seriously. just....meet me at six. i'll text you the address."

not giving him a chance to deny her once more, she promptly hangs up the phone and presses it against her chest, a feeling of a 'job well done' starting to simmer throughout her. her brother wasn't often the 'go out to eat' type - save for the diner and bakery in order to get quick meals, but he deserves not to have to cook after dealing with the whole 'getting beaten up' fiasco.

his bruises are fading and that should be a sign that he needs interaction with more than just mrs. o'leary's cat on the second floor.

she glances through reviews on yelp before sending the address for 'ruffinos : italian eatery' to her brother, and hopping up in order to head for a shower so that she can start to get ready. it takes her a little over an hour and is nearing five in the afternoon by the time she emerges from the warm cavernous space of her bathroom, so she promptly begins to do hair and makeup, a rare occasion when she chooses to doll herself up for the night.

madelaine is just as much of a homebody as her brother, but she still has the random urge to get up and leave the house every once in a while. she thinks that brother's genes must have skipped gathering that one.

when she arrives, she notices him already sitting at a table and she inadvertently squeals as she wanders over, wrapping him up in a big hug and pressing a kiss against his cheek. when she sits down, they make small talk - that is until a familiar face is pressed up against the glass window.

miranda.

jake's back is to her, but she's facing madelaine, and the brunette feels a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins at the opportunity. she knows that inevitably, miranda is going to come inside, and she's going to be able to give her a piece of her mind.

taking a bite of the pasta that was brought out, she nearly gags upon hearing the crooning of miranda's voice calling out to jake. of course she'd want to be seated somewhere near him.

"ah, if it isn't the wicked witch of the east." madelaine says, her tone taking on a hint of ice layered with poison.

"how'd you sucker someone into coming out to eat with you, are you payin' em?"

she asks, a tilt of the head.

at this point miranda has forgone all attempts to talk to madelaine, but that doesn't stop maddie from chiming in every once in a while, especially when she starts referencing jake.

and she knows her brother won't say anything, he's more of the 'ignore it until it goes away' type since his recent accident, but madelaine's never one to shy away from a confrontation - a trait of her fathers.

"listen, you bonafide twatwaffle, i don't know how you managed to get out of your cage, but you should understand what a 'protection order' means. or are ya that fuckin' daft?"

madelaine turns herself slightly, now speaking to the man in question who followed along with miranda for the evening.

"sir, i don't know you, but i sure as shit feel the need to tell you to high tale it the fuck on out of 'ere. ya'see, that woman's a fucking menace. she sent my brother to prison for something he'd never do in a million years, all 'cause she got a wild hair up her ass and decided that she was too good to be divorced and god forbid her catholic heart be burdened by such."

there is no time for breaths taken in between her words, she continues speaking in a ramble.

"i'd say you best go on and get goin' before she plasters your face all over the evenin' news, crying wolf about something you probably wouldn't do."

kindly and calmly, madelaine stands and finds her way over towards the hostess' station. she explains the situation at hand, in a calm and courteous manner, and when she returns to the table, no sooner than she sits down, there is a policeman ( thank god he'd been waiting in the wings to get a seat while off duty ) who has currently taken charge of the situation. miranda is escorted from the table, and the meal is on the house for tonight.

on their walk home, madelaine places her arm through her brother's and nudges him before resting her head on his shoulder.

"told you i always got your back."

#mus. madelaine leigh flynn.#dyn. jake flynn.#drabbles.

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pankowperfection · 2 years ago

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Hooking up with JJ in a dressing room? 🥵

Fitting Room Fun

Summary: JJ always hated shopping with you until today

Warnings: smut, public sex, exhibitionism

JJ absolutely hated shopping with you usually. He got no enjoyment from following you around, carrying your bags as you wandered through each store, watching you pick up things and comment on how cute they are but not buying anything. He didn’t see the point and would rather be doing anything other than this. You had a surprise in store that would surely turn his day around.

Dragging him, literally, by his hand down the side walk and pulling him to a stop in front of the lingerie store. “Come on J, last stop I promise. I just need to pick up some new panties.” He tried to stifle a groan and failed, causing you to laugh at him. As you walked through the door his cheeks flooded with pink, seeing all the skimpy lingerie on the mannequins. “Are you sure I should be in here y/n?” “Don’t be silly. Go sit down on that couch by the fitting room and I’ll be right back.”

Without his eyes watching everything you picked up, you made your way through the store picking out several sets of lingerie in his favorite color. Satisfied with your selections you head to grab someone to open the fitting room for you. You pulled on the first set of matching bra, crotchless thong, and garter belt; the sparkly red material standing out against your skin. You admired yourself in the mirror for a moment, calling JJ over to the door. “Need help sweetheart?” You hear him approach and pop the door open just enough for him to see. “Just need your opinion baby. What do you think?” His eyes immediately fall to your breasts, almost drooling at the sight of your cleavage bulging out. He swallows roughly as his eyes travel down your torso to your legs, landing on your plump ass as you spin around for him.

“Well?” He finally looks at your face, tent in his shorts obvious as you glance down his body and smile. “You look incredible princess.” He pulls you over to him, arms wrapping around your half naked form as he kisses you. There’s a sense of urgency as his tongue pushes into your mouth, swirling together with yours. You moan against him and feel his cock twitch against your core. “Why don’t you help me put on the next set?” You give him a wink and he comes inside the small space with you, shutting the door behind him. Thankfully these dressing rooms had doors with no gap underneath so no one could see inside.

You start pulling off the set but he stops you. “Oh no baby, leave it on. We’re definitely buying that one.” He kisses you again, backing you up towards the mirror by the bench. “Gotta be quick and quiet. Get on your hands and knees on the bench and face the mirror.” “Yes daddy.” He groans at your words, resisting the urge to smack your ass as you get into position. You watch in the mirror as he frees his cock from his shorts and boxers, stroking himself a few times before he presses into your core. You’re soaked already so he slips in easily, biting your lip hard to avoid crying out at the stretch. "Keep your eyes on me," he commands, placing his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet and your head tilted up.

JJ sets a fast pace, not quite slamming all the way in with each thrust to avoid the noise of your bodies hitting together. His somewhat shallow thrusts feel amazing, rubbing the sensitive part of your walls just right. His jaw is tense as he fucks you, trying not to let any sounds slip out of his lips. There's a fire burning in his blue eyes that tells you he really enjoys the risk of being caught, which is exactly why you brought him to this store in the first place. Your high is building quickly, coil threatening to snap at any time. "Rub you clit baby, need you to cum on my cock." You follow his commands, fingers slipping between your wet folds and massaging your bundle of nerves just right. Your back arches more as you come, body shaking as you struggle to stay upright. His release follows yours, pulling you up against his check and biting your shoulder hard as he fills you up.

He pulls out, grabbing the bandana from his shorts and wiping you clean. "Jesus y/n, that was incredible." He kisses you sweetly before checking to see if the coast is clear before sneaking back out to the couch. As soon as he sits down the woman who lets you in appears again. "Everything fitting well in there?" "Oh yes, perfectly actually. Going to get all three sets," you call out, hoping she doesn't somehow figure out what just went down. She looks over at JJ, seeing his "just fucked" hair and his shirt that isn't on straight and laughs. "What a lucky man you are," she gives him a wink before walking away. "I think she knows babe," JJ calls out before bursting into a fit of giggles. "You think? I know she does." you say with a laugh, dragging him to the register to purchase everything.

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goldentsum · 4 years ago

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━ pretty submissives pt. 2

CHARACTERS: tsukishima kei, kageyama tobio, oikawa tooru, kuroo tetsurou

WARNINGS: smut, 18+ content, sub! males, dom! reader, bdsm, sex toys, whiny subs, bratty subs, bondage, oral sex, handjobs, ass play (male), pet play, age play, mistress kink, mommy kink, guided masturbation, voyeurism

AUTHOR’S NOTE: lol tis filthyyy <3 i am hiding my pain away with smut stfu- dont @ me wanting to cry but wrote porn instead- unedited bleggh

part 1 - miya twins, sakusa, suna

— tsukishima ♡

• this brat likes testing your patience! tsukki may go subby but he won’t go down without a fight. that way it hurts his pride less--

• one time, he really tried to take back some dominance from you but you started degrading him and smacking his face.. he came in less than a minute.

• and that’s how you both knew tsukki was a masochist

• put him back in his place and humiliate him! it may hurt his pride but the hard on between his legs says that he likes it--

• seeing the tall and prideful man on all fours with a tight leash on his neck and a mussel to stop that snarky mouth of his is feeding dangerously on your dom side

• tsukki would try and degrade you but when you snap back, he’ll get teary-- baby would try to serve some sadist type of shit on you but if you do the same to him, he’ll cry

• play and bite his lips until its all raw and red, he likes it. though, he’ll complain about it afterwards as if he wasn’t moaning like a whore just earlier.

you smirked at the weak glare the man sent you. tsukishima was sitting on his legs, hands neatly on his lap. the strong act he tried to maintain before was going down hill and it was amusing. you snickered and you caressed his aching cock with your feet making him gasp and kneel over but you tugged on the leash, almost sending him on all fours.

“didn’t i told you to keep your eyes on me, whore” you growled, a teasing smirk on your red lips. oh how tsukishima wants to wipe that arrogant smirk off your lips. he furrowed his brows and went back to his previous spot with small pants escaping him.

you noticed the way he pursed his lips and tugged on the leash again, choking the man before you, “you have something to say to me, puppy?”

tsukishima bit his tongue at that and shook his head, though he was beyond pissed at your prideful and arrogant play, he can’t really deny the arousal that was slowly beading on his cock.

your smirk fell and you gripped his chin, “use your words. do you not want to talk? do i have to get your mussel, pup?”

tsukishima’s breath hitched at the mention of the damn mussel, his cock twitching against his stomach. “n-no, mistress..”

you hummed in satisfaction and leaned back a bit, admiring his nude body on display just for you. you licked your lips when his long cock caught your eye, the head was red and leaking with precum already even though you barely touched him.

“you like this, tsukki?~ look at how hard you are” you teased, pulling the leash once again as the tall man was forced into your arms. tsukishima yelped and tried to steady himself by supporting himself on your arms.

you sneaked a hand between his legs, caressing his cock. the blond closed his eyes tightly, gasping against your chest as you played with his body.

stroking his cock with an amused smirk, you tipped his chin towards you. your darkened eyes stared into embarrassed and teary golden orbs. you squeezed his length, coating his dick with the precum that leaked out. tsukishima moaned and tried to close his eyes again but you weren’t having none of that.

you halted your actions on his cock and slapped him lightly on his cheek, gentle enough to not hurt as much but strong enough to get him to pay attention to you. “none of that, pup. look at me. look at how your slutty body gets off with such dirty acts~”

— kageyama ♡

• he’s a little :>>

• kageyama has an oral fixation, he likes using his mouth whether that’s on your fingers, nipples, or your clit-

• if you have a nipple piercing, baby boy would be in complete awe! he thinks it looks super good! or even if you wear rings! he likes the feeling of the metal on his tongue.

• pretty boy looks good when he sucks on your fingers, that slick tongue swirling around your digits, coating them with thick spit. he gets super red and needy while he does it too! he looks at you with half lidded eyes, moaning around your fingers.

• baby doesn’t even know his cock is getting hard while he plays with your fingers.

• please take care of him </3 he gets super anxious if you don’t say anything, kageyama feels like he did something wrong so reassure this baby!

• buy him toys and stuffies! it makes him really happy and shy~ <3

• also not @ that one time where you caught him humping one of his teddy bears--

“now what do we have here?~” your voice cut through kageyama’s series of needy moans making him yelp and stop his constant humping. his ears turned red at the fact that you caught him doing such impure act.

“m-mommy--” he sniffled, tears welling up on his pretty blue eyes. kageyama turned to you, a pout on his lips. he didn’t want you to think you weren’t taking good care of him cus you are! he was just feeling so needy today and you had to go to work.

kageyama really tried to control his urges but the more he tried to ignore it, the more it intensifies as every shift of his hips made him more sensitive.

you shook your head playfully at that and closed the bedroom behind you, stalking slowly towards the trembling man. he slumped on the stuffie and tried to reason but he was just babbling incoherent words. you hummed at his chattering and run a hand through his hair, wiping the sweat on his forehead.

“is my baby feeling needy?” you cooed, you bit your lips at the beautiful sight. your boyfriend is so fucking beautiful. cheeks all red, eyes teary with tears of frustration of not getting to cum and sensitivity. your hand lowered down to his cheek, stroking the warm skin.

your eyes darkened when your fingers trailed down to his lips and instinctively, kageyama opened his mouth, already licking the tip of your fingers. the dark-haired male whined around your digits when you started playing with his tongue, thrusting it in his mouth.

“words, baby boy” kageyama’s eyes rolled back at your tone, moaning loudly. he opened his eyes and looked straight at you, lips trembling around your fingers.

“p-pwease helph meh, mwommy” he babbled, slurring his words as he still tried to lick your digits.

“atta boy~ don’t worry, mommy will help you cum~” you cooed, removing your fingers out of his mouth and trailed down his stomach, feeling the flexing muscles, then towards his aching cock. you coated his length with his spit, thumbing the swollen tip.

kageyama gasped and his hips moved at the sudden contact. you smirked down at him slightly as he held your wrist, though not really stopping you just something to ground him. “let’s hear those pretty moans, baby boy~”

— oikawa ♡

• a wholeass confident sub. he knows he’s a good sub and he takes pride on that

• you can’t even reprimand him cus he follows your rules to the t. so headpats and cuddles for tooru pls <3

• though he follows your rules, oikawa doesn’t really pay attention to his body and it’s limits. all he knows is that he wants to make you proud and feel good.

• so please take the time to appreciate his body, praise him. yes, he gets compliments all the time but when it’s coming from you and in that moment? it just feels so intimate that he’ll cry.

• kiss his skin, caress his body. make him feel loved and he’s all yours. <3

• when he gets too into the play, he really forgets everything else but you. so what better way to stop and slow down than make him show you how he pleasure himself <3

• tooru doesn’t really masturbate all that much so he’s a little clumsy so guide him through it <3 HE GETS REALLY SHY TOO

• when you stare at him like that, admiring his body, praising him, telling him how much of a good boy he is, how beautiful he is? oikawa’s offering you his heart pls take care of it :((

you smiled at oikawa, his breath ragged with every slow stroke he does as he massaged his cock. your eyes trailed up and down his body, admiring the way he arch his back and the way his thighs trembles.

“slowly, baby~ you don’t wanna ruin your orgasm now do you?” you said, leaning back on your legs on the mattress, getting a good view of his cock and his stroking.

oikawa whined, eyebrows furrowed. the slow build-up once again was making him impatient and it was getting to him. he wants to cum so bad, you denied him a couple of his orgasms already. he hic-ed, feeling his tears trail down his red cheeks.

you cooed at the sight and leaned closer to him, hovering above him. oikawa gasped at the slight contact of your clothed body on his heated skin. he removed his hands away from his cock and wrapped his arms around you.

letting a hand caress his cheek, wiping the tear away. you let out soft praises on his forehead, kissing it several times as you do so. oikawa sniffled, biting his lips as he savor your affection. he was always a sucker for it, always the soft boy with a big heart

“p-please... i want to cum” oikawa whispered, lips quivering as he wet it with his tongue. he gasped when he felt your hands on his cock. you grinned at him then went back to your previous position between his legs.

you blew air into his cock making the man whimper on the bed, writhing around trying to make you move. you snickered at the pout he sent your way.

“such a pretty baby, you are tooru~” you complimented and before he can say anything, you took him in your mouth in one go. oikawa choked on air at the feeling of your warm and wet mouth around his sensitive cock.

oikawa moaned when you swiped your tongue on the red tip, swallowing his length as you bob your head.

he gripped the blankets beneath him, eyes rolling back. you removed your mouth off him, jerking his length. “wanna cum, baby?”

he sobbed and nodded his head frantically, feeling the band on his lower stomach threatening to snap once again as he pray that you would let him cum this time. “p-please! i want to cum! need it! it hurts!” he cried

you grinned and took him into your mouth again, moving faster. the pretty male gasped and his hips started jerking making you gag on his length. his eyes rolled back to his skull at the feeling of your throat tightening around him, his mouth wide open as he released several loud moans.

you sneaked a hand to his balls, massaging it. your tongue traced the prominent vein on his cock and oikawa keened at that and came with a loud broken moan. you hummed in satisfaction and continued to bob your head, your hand jerking the rest of his cock.

you lapped at the thick cum he released, slurping it up as he shivered and sobbed at the sensitivity. “t-thank you.... thank y-you”

— kuroo ♡

• okay some of you may think he’s all dom and won’t sub but you’re forgetting something... he’s a simp. he would do anything for you! also, kuroo thrives for your attention!

• he loves hard shit! i know it! bdsm, toys, bondage? perfecttt!! <3

• kuroo tried pegging once and now he’s addicted! fuck his ass while you degrade him is his go to to de-stress

• make him cum several times until he can’t feel his cock anymore. he loves the pain it brings. the sting. the sensitivity.

• also because of the fact he screams and cries.. so his voice goes all raspy and his throat is scratchy

• choke him. collar him. he will propose to you <3 KSKSKS

• but after all that bdsm shit, please take care of his tired body. aftercare is a must for this baby or he’ll be so detached after. kiss his bruises. kiss his swollen and red lips. mutter sweet nothings to him. tell him how much you love him and he’ll sleep with a tired but soft smile on his face

“yes... yes, moreee. m-moree” kuroo chanted against your pussy, eating you out like a starved man. he groaned against your wet cunt, tongue swiping at your slit as he tasted you. his hands were on your thighs, pushing them together so he can feel your thick thighs against his face.

he gripped your thighs, moaning like a bitch in heat. he slurped at your essence, eyes rolling back at your taste. his hips moving unconsciously. you moaned, caressing his hair, as you looked down at his fucked out expression with a smirk.

“such a dirty boy~” you snickered when kuroo moaned lewdly at your words, his eyes rolling back to his head as his mouth worked on your cunt faster. he wiggled his tongue inside you, licking your gummy walls.

“ahh.. fuck, tetsu” you moaned softly which only urged him to work on your pussy harder. you chuckled breathlessly at his eagerness as you turned your head a bit. you looked at his twitching cock.

you put the cock ring earlier but the man was still leaking precum everywhere. his cock was so beautiful. thick and long, the tip red and swollen. you grinned and moved away from tetsu’s mouth.

you heard the man whined at the lost of contact. you faced toward his shaking thighs and sat on his stomach as you turned your head back to look at him. god, he looks so pretty~

kuroo was panting, chest heaving heavily. his lower face was covered with your wetness as he constantly licked his lips. his eyes blown wide with lust.

you smirked at him and touched his cock, snickering when the touch made him whimpered as he arched on the bed. paying no mind to his senseless babbling, you lowered yourself to his cock, using his trembling thighs to support yourself.

kuroo’s eyes rolled back to his head at the way your wet and gummy wall clung to his sensitive length and it was enough to make him cum but the cock ring was preventing him from doing so.

he looked at you with teary eyes, eyebrows furrowed. you smirked and then face forward to reached for the dildo beside you, slowly inserting it into his prepped ass which earned you a husky groan. “make me cum and i’ll think about it if you deserve to cum as well~” you cooed.

kuroo cried when you started moving, your pussy clenching tightly around his dick, while your hands thrust the thick dildo in his ass, prodding his prostate. his hands flew to your hips, his half-lidded eyes watching your ass bounce in front of him, “f-fuck!”

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saturnsorbits · 3 years ago

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Solo

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Angst, Smut, KiriBaku, Mentions of KamiJiro, Word Count: 6k.

Summary: Kaminari is heart-broken and you might just be the solution

The music is pulsing as you slip into the bar. It shakes the ground, sending rough vibrations up through your legs. Picking through the mess of bodies pressed together on the dance floor, you scan the crowd trying to locate your friends. You don't have to search for long, a pair of hands shoot up, waving frantically from a corner booth and you know exactly where to go.

'Hey!' Kirishima springs from his seat, almost toppling over the table in his rush to reach you.

You collide, arms instantly wrapping around him.

Peeling you from his body, he holds you back at arms length. He's grinning, sharp teeth catching the light even in the dim.

'Have you put on more muscle?' You gape, feeling at the bulging mass of his biceps struggling to be contained within in a black dress shirt. He's not the boy you went to school with any more. You glance towards the rest of the old gang nestled in the booth. None of them are, but out of all of them, only Kirishima has held onto the ardent naivety he wore so well back in U.A. It still looks good on him.

'I've been working him hard.' Bakugo slips from the booth to meet you and pulls you quickly to his chest.

'Alright, alright – Don't keep her all to yourself.' Sero hooks an elbow around the back of your neck when Bakugo finally releases you and you're pulled into yet another hug.

Your arms fasten around his shoulders, hands smoothing down the lithe muscle of his back. 'You look good...'

Pulling back he makes a show of looking you up and down. 'You don't look too bad yourself.'

'Where's Kami -?'

Your question is cut short as a shout rings out even above the bass shaking the floor. It's quickly followed by a flurry of arms, another yell and the violent force of something slamming into your side.

'Did you miss me?' Mina fastens her arms around your shoulders and lifts you clean from the floor, spinning enough on the balls of her feet to make you dizzy. She drops you, reeling back to almost blind you with her smile.

'Of course I did.' You pull her back in and plant a messy kiss on her cheek before being corralled back into the booth. Shimmying across the leather, you end up pressed up against Kirishima when Bakugo drums on the table with his knuckles.

'Drinks?'

'Gin.' Mina grins, comfying herself on the other side of the table. She plucks a twenty from the cup of her bra between two fingers and flicks it towards Bakugo.

Grimacing, he shoves the note back towards her and stands, fishing his wallet out of his pocket. 'Keep your tit money – first rounds on me.'

There's a friendly sneer from Sero, who bites back a laugh. 'Oh, look. Someone's got top ten money now, has he?'

'Buy your own fucking drink then.'

'Gin'll do – none of that tonic shit, though.'

'Lemonade, noted.' Bakugo rolls his eyes before turning his attention to Kirishima.

Wetting his lips, Kirishima smirks. 'Surprise me.'

You snort and knock against Kirishima's shoulder. 'And I'll have whatever he's having.'

'Right.' Giving a final tap to the table Bakugo moves to turn, but is stopped as a pair of arms snake around his neck and almost choke him. He resists the urge to throw the assailant over his shoulders and settles on trying to wriggle from under their hold.

'What's this about you buying, Kaachan?' Kaminari drapes himself more effectively over Bakugo's shoulders, avoiding his attempts at throwing him off with a cheeky smirk.

'Get the fuck – are you...' Grabbing hold of Kaminari by the shirt, he tears him off and shakes him out. 'Are you fucking high?'

'No.'

'Why the fuck are your eye's red?'

Reeling back, Kaminari smooths himself down. 'I'm not high.'

Bakugo tuts, dropping it as he manages to gain some distance between Kaminari and the table. 'Sure...'

'I'll have a whiskey!' Whipping around, Kaminari calls after Bakugo watching as he vanishes with a huff into the small crowd gathered around the bar.

'You sure you're not high...' Sero stares as Kaminari shimmies his way into the booth beside you and leans back, stretching out his shoulders.

His lip curls, eyebrows flicking upwards for only half a second before a grin is almost splitting his face. 'Nah, man. Promise.' Waving away their concern, he settles in, readjusting to the heat of the club and the dubious glares from the group who reluctantly drop their interrogation in favour of catching up amongst themselves. For a moment, it looks as if he's gotten away with his blatant dismissal, but then, Mina is looking back up and cocking her head to one side.

'No Jirou?'

Kaminari swallows. 'No.'

'No?'

'We – uh...' The lump in his throat won't budge, no matter how many times he tries to swallow around it. 'We're on a break.'

Sero's head snaps to him, eyebrows raised. 'Like last time?'

'I think...' Kaminari licks the dryness from his mouth. 'I think we're done this time.'

'Shit.' Kirishima leans over, grabbing at Kaminari's shoulder. 'We're here for you – if you need anything. You know that, yeah?'

Nodding, Kaminari forces a smile to his lips. 'Yeah. Thanks...'

Releasing his grip, Kirishima offers a tight lipped smile before Mina is dragging him into a new conversation that you can't quite hear.

'So?' You shuffle, leaning into Kaminari's side to speak directly into his ear.

'So.' He smiles, genuinely for the first time since his arrival, and slips a hand under the table. His palms lands on your thigh, squeezes the flesh just above your knee and then rests there as he bumps back against your shoulder.

'You gonna tell me what happened?'

'You gonna make me?'

The words fan your face in hot breaths, tickling your ears and reddening your cheeks. It makes you smile, having him close again always does, but it's barely been ten minutes and already you can feel the familiar fluttering of your heart as Kaminari's eyes roam your skin. 'You want me to?'

His answer is immediate. 'Always.'

You're almost leaning in before you catch yourself. Gritting your teeth, you pull back a little and squint. Kamiari's eye's are red, Bakugo had been right about that. His sclera is bloodshot, the pale skin underneath puffy and sore, betraying the sunny demeanour he's attempting to put on. 'Really. What's up?'

'Can we just – not. Not tonight.' Hand tightening around your thigh, he does his best not to look as though he's pleading. For a second you think he might cry, but his twenty-watt grin is snapped back into place before so much as a puddle can collect in his lower lid. 'I haven't seen you in forever, I just – Can we just be us?'

The will-they, won't-they of your relationship has always been a mysterious tide, but it's not something you're unused to. You've been occupying the space in-between friend and lover for so many years that you've made yourself a home there, learned to love both the butterflies of his kiss and the ache of him leaving. 'Us?'

Kaminari nods, eyes flickering to your lips. 'Come dance with me?'

You've never been any good at denying him. Slipping out of the booth, you ignore how Kirishima's eyebrows knit on his forehead, and how Sero's mouth twitches down as they watch you leave, hand in hand with Kaminari. The weight of his palm in yours distracts you, and soon enough, you're wrapping your arms around his neck and succumbing to the thrumming of you heart and the swaying of his shoulders. He spins you, catching your wrist just before you can roam out of reach and pulls you in, pressing your back to his chest. He keeps you there with an iron grip on your hips and fingertips that keep threatening to explore the expanse of your thighs.

'I've missed you.' He slips it into your ear over the bass like he's unaware of how your heartbeat spikes and snickers, teeth grazing your lobe when your breath jams in your throat. With you in his arms like this, he can forget he got his heart-broken only six hours ago. With you in his arms, it hardly even matters.

Stretching up, you lock a hand around the back of his neck. 'Missed you too.'

Lips meet your cheek. 'Missed you more.'

You roll your eyes. 'Liar...'

'Not lying...' Kaminari lifts his pelvis, pressing into you as you grind back into him. A soft whimper leaves his throat when he feels his cock almost catch the round of your ass and he has to dig his fingers into your flesh to stop him from bucking up. 'It's been too long.'

His words sour your stomach. You straighten, leaving his hips jutting forward seeking the friction you've stolen. 'Not my fault you vanish whenever you start dating someone.'

Wrapping an arm around your waist, Kaminari pulls you back to him. His lips find the skin at the turn of your neck, but he doesn't kiss you, not yet. There's guilt in his tone when he speaks. 'You can't blame her for not wanting me to see you, baby.'

You can't. Not really. That is the way it goes after all. As soon as he meets someone new, you fade into the background, destined to become the friend that's too close for comfort, a threat that he looks at with too much fondness. Still, that doesn't make the distance hurt any less.

'I've upset you.' His words are muffled as he places a kiss against your shoulder. 'Don't want you to be upset.'

'I'm not upset.'

Spinning you until you're chest to chest, he brings a hand up to your cheek. His thumb ghosts your lip gently prising the top from the bottom, ruining the delicate pout you'd placed there. 'What's that then?'

You lick a stripe up the pad of his thumb, keeping your eyes locked to his. 'Just missed you.'

'Don't have to miss me any more.' He doesn't drop your gaze, instead he curls his fingers under your chin. 'I'm here.'

'What about Jirou?'

The name burns his ears, but he doesn't recoil. 'What about her?'

Pressing in close you lean into his neck, brushing your lips against his ear to stop yourself from kissing him. 'Is it for good this time?'

'Baby...' He croons attempting to pull back, but you hold tight forcing him to answer.

'I don't want to have to miss you for another eight months.'

'Then don't.'

You pull back immediately, eyes clicking to his. 'Don't say things you don't mean.'

'I'm tired of missing you...'

Your heartbeat is so loud you can hear it in your ears. It makes you dizzy and weakens your knees. 'Fuck. Are you drunk?'

He shakes his head, a laugh bubbling up his throat. 'Think I'm the most sober I've ever been.'

Cupping his cheek in your palm, you try and flatten the smile itching at your lips. He looks serious, more serious than you've ever seen him and it takes everything inside of you not to kiss him breathless right there. 'Kami -.'

'Hold that thought.' His eyes flicker from yours to scan the black space behind you before he's catching you by the chin to stop you following his gaze. Leaning down, he presses a fleeting kiss to your lips. 'I'll be right back.'

Kaminari breezes past you his shoulder brushing yours as he leaves you alone on the dance floor. Your press your fingertips to your lip, touching the skin that Kaminari had kissed. Even now, after all these years, he still makes your skin prickle. Twisting, you try and find him in the crowd, but he's already lost in a sea of faces. You're about to give up, about to follow after him and seek refuge with the group until returns from the bathroom, or the bar, wherever he's slipped off to, but you don't get a chance to move. There's a flash of purple hair in the crowd, a slither of a ripped band t-shirt and looping earlobes and then, you're being man-handled and spun in the opposite direction by large, rough hands.

'Oi.' Bakugo's arm cinches around your waist, pulling you tight to his chest and out of the way of a flailing drunk. 'You're going to get hurt.'

You roll your eyes, slipping a hand into his and forcing him to spin you. 'I'm not that clumsy.'

Despite himself, Bakugo smiles. He gives in to the swaying of your bodies, letting you move and shift him at will to the beat of the music. 'That's not what I mean and you know it.' He growls low in your ear, leaning down just enough that you can feel hot breath fanning your face.

You move to pull away, planting your palms on his pecs to push back, but he grabs your elbows to stop you. 'Aren't you supposed to be getting drinks?' You smart.

'They're already at the table.'

'Then, I should -.' Twisting your wrists, you try and fail to slip his hold again.

'He's a mess...' Moving a hand around you, Bakugo cups your waist, forcing you to stay close. 'You deserve better than that.' He nods to something behind you. 'Tell her, Ei.'

The realisation that Kirishima has joined you on the dance floor is sudden. A rough hand comes down on your shoulder, the other reaching over you to squeeze the flesh of his boyfriends neck. It's warm between the two of them, claustrophobic and comforting as the three of you begin move to the music again.

Leaning down, Kirishima breathes against the shell of your ear. 'I love Kaminari, I do...'

You snort, turning your head to squash a cheek against his. 'But...' A chuckle tickles your skin.

'But, he's on the rebound. I don't want to have to break his jaw if he fucks you about.' Rolling his hips, Kirishima presses his chest to your back. 'And you know it'll be worse if Kat gets a'hold of him.'

'I know what I'm doing.' You wrinkle your nose.

'Yeah...' Bakugo sighs, mouth twitching downwards. ''m not sure he does though.'

'He doesn't see how you are afterwards...' Kirishima mumbles behind you, one arm coming to wrap your shoulders. 'I don't want to see you like that again.'

You cringe. You'd spent almost two weeks on Bakugo and Kirishima's couch when Kaminari had finally realised his dream of being with Jirou. Just a few weeks before their official relationship announcement had hit the papers, he'd been in your bed stroking thin fingers down the naked expanse of your spine and cooing dirty promises into your ears. Wriggling from under Kirishima's arm, you turn to face him letting Bakugo take hold of your hips instead. 'You don't have to do the whole big brother routine with me, you know... I'm a big girl.'

Bakugo digs his fingers into your flesh. 'You know she's here, right?'

You grab a hold of Kirishima's arms as your fears are confirmed. The sting of Bakugo's grip mars your confidence, but you manage to swallow, biting at your bottom lip to stop the rapid burst of betrayal that claws it's way up your throat.

'That's where he's just slunk off to...' Leaning down, Bakugo fights the venom slipping into his voice, but it's drowned by the obvious cadences of worry that mix in his words. 'He's -.'

You shake your head. 'This time's different.'

The bark of a laugh that leaves Bakugo shakes your back, but it's cut short as Kirishima shoots him a glare over your head.

'We love you, you know that, right?' Kirishima knocks against your chin with a curled finger, forcing your eyes to meet his. He looks earnest, ruby-red eyes dripping with concern as the smallest of smiles itches at his lip.

'What he said.' Bakugo grunts, fingers finally softening against your skin.

You nod and twist from the grip at your hips, turning enough to loop your arms around both men. With a tug, you pull them into an awkward hug, forcing Bakugo to snake his arm around both your waist and Kirishima's to stop you all colliding. 'I know.' You press your forehead to theirs, heart swelling as you bask in their hold. 'But – but I really think this time's diff -.'

Kaminari presses his hand against the small of your back, resting just below where Bakugo's is sat. 'Come outside?'

Your stomach fizzes as soon as you feel him behind you. Part of you wants to spin on the balls of your feet and throw yourself at him. The other wants Bakugo to look at you, just so you can mouth a bratty 'told you so' at him.

Kirishima's eyes flicker from yours to Bakugo, his smile tugging wider as he watches a you try and fail to flatten your own.

Bakugo just scowls. He doesn't remove his arm from your waist, even after the crescent of a hug breaks apart allowing the three of you to stare at Kaminari openly. 'Why?'

Kirishima elbows him in the ribs.

Offering out his hand, Kaminari yanks you a little too roughly from Bakugo's grip when you slip your palm into his. A smirk graces his features as he wraps an arm around your waist. 'Thanks for looking after her for me...'

'Listen here -.' Bakugo lurches forward only to be held back by Kirishima who's hold on his boyfriend turns his knuckles white.

Ignoring the display, Kaminari presses his lips to your temple whispering against your skin. 'Let's get out of here.'

You turn into him, eyes fluttering shut as you bask in the feel of him against your skin. Hand shooting out, you tug on Kirishima's sleeve, mouthing a quiet: 'Thank you.' before letting Kaminari guide you out of the clubs back doors.

The cold bites at the exposed flesh of your arms and legs as soon as you step into the night, but you're not given time to start shivering before Kaminari is stripping his blazer from his shoulders and draping it over yours.

He scrunches his nose, runs a hand through his hair and smiles. There's something bubbling under his skin, making him skittish and steady at the same time, but he bites back the anxiety in favour of pressing another kiss to your crown. It all feels better when you're near, it always does. He cups your chin, crowding you back against the wall of the club and then, he's kissing you. The kiss is desperate, needy as he licks into your mouth and lets you suck on his tongue.

It takes you a second to get your barrings. You're lost, falling victim to the magic in his mouth, but just before you tumble from the precise you pull back. Gripping the back of his shirt, you force him to look at you and chew your lip. 'I know she's here.'

Hurt flashes in his eyes, but he's quick to cover it up. 'Bakugo -.'

'Saw her, yeah...'

'Fuck.' His fingers scratch against the brick at either side of your head and for a moment, it looks as if he's about to pull away, but he doesn't.

'Kami -.' Heart in your chest, you tense, preparing for the worst. The idea of slinking back into the club, to the anger in Bakugo's eyes and the patience in Kirishima's smile makes you feel sick, but even that won't be as bad as him leaving you for her again.

'She was dropping off her keys to my place... Not like she needs them any more.' Kaminari talks to his feet, swallowing hard around his words.

You soften. It's hard not too when he's breaking in front of you. Placing a palm on his cheek, you press your lips into a line when you notice that he's managed to stop his tears from spilling onto his cheeks. 'Kami...'

He shakes his head. 'Don't.'

'Can I do anything?' Drawing a thumb across his cheek, your heart lurches in your chest. 'Tell me what you need...'

Kaminari's eyes meet yours. 'You...' He breathes into the air, body leaning forward as his lips hover over yours. 'I need you...'

And who are you to deny him? You moan when he presses his chest against yours and gasp into his mouth when he slips a knee between your thighs and lifts, bringing the taught muscle to the heat burning under your dress. In a mess of limbs, you try and grind against him, try and earn a little friction on the rough material of his slacks, but he drops his grip at your chin to hold your hips keeping you still.

Panting into your mouth, his lips find your cheek, your chin and neck as he speaks in broken moans. 'Take me home? I don't...'

'Your apartment?'

'No... Not mine...' His lips meet your throat. 'Don't – I don't want to be there, not, not alone... Take me home.'

You pull back, forcing him to arms length. 'Are you sure – I don't want -.'

'I'm sure...' He smiles, looking at you like you're the answer to all of his questions. 'I'm always sure when it's you.'

'But -.' The heat in your stomach melts your resolve with every second he smiles at you. He chuckles and steals the last of your conscience when he tugs your bottom lip between his teeth.

'I'm sure...' He reassures. Then, his phone is buzzing. Pulling away, he roots about in his pockets for the device before silencing it. His face is illuminated by the light, bathing his cheeks in a soft yellow when he looks back to you. 'So sure that I may have already ordered a taxi to yours?' Shoulders creeping to his ears, a blush burns on his cheeks as a smile worthy of a Cheshire cat stretches his lips. Behind him, a car slows, beeping loudly when it clocks the movement of you and Kaminari looking towards it

'You bastard.' You hit out at him, but there's no fire behind the punch.

He giggles, reeling back with raised arms, but as soon as you offer out your hand, he's taking it and letting you drag him towards the taxi idling on the pavement.

Everything moves so quickly. Kaminari has you pressed against your bedroom wall within seconds of getting back to your apartment. His hand runs up your thigh, encouraging you to lift it over his hip before he's stopping to draw expectant circles in your flesh that dip just under the hem of your dress. Heat fills your stomach, your cunt already beginning to leak and soak your underwear as the press of his cock grows increasingly prominent.

You whimper, clinging to his shoulders for dear life as he slips his other hand behind your neck and brings your mouth to his. The kiss is desperate. His tongue makes a home in your mouth and flicking at your teeth, searching for a taste of you. Hands find his hair, you tug on the blonde tresses in a fools attempt to control the kiss, but all your pulling does is earn you a series of groans. He feeds them to you, sustains the lust bubbling in his stomach as his fingers hook under the hem of your dress.

'Kami... Wait.' You pull back, breathless. The desperation in his touch sets your skin a light, but it's not enough to erase the panic you'd heard lacing his voice outside of the club.

'Take this off.' He tugs at your dress, lurching forward to press another kiss into your mouth.

Holding him steady, you force him once more to look you in the eye. He meets you easily, pupils blown and rosy cheeked, but there's something lingering in his features that makes you stop. 'Are you sure... Really, sure -.' It hurts pulling back, but part of you stumbles worried about the way Kaminari's hands shake against your skin.

'Please...' Chest hollowing out, he fights the rise of emotion that threatens to overwhelm him. Tears swell in his eyes, making golden iris' glassy and distant, but he blinks and then, it's gone, replaced by the lust and desire that had echoed there before. 'Please, I need this – I –.' His hand slips from around your neck to cup your cheek. 'I need you.'

It's hard to give in straight away, not to break and give yourself over, ready and willing to ease the pain in his chest, but you do. 'You're sure...'

'More than anything.' He kisses you, slowly, as if trying to prove his steadfastness. When he pulls away again, there's no trace of hesitance in his eyes. 'Take this off.'

Nodding, you turn, exposing your back and the little silver zip of your dress to him.

He whistles low. Pinching the zip between forefinger and thumb, he makes sure his knuckles brush your skin as he unzips you. 'No bra?' His fingers brush down your spine causing goose-bumps to spread on your back.

'Couldn't wear one with the dress.' Shrugging, you push your shoulders together encouraging the dress off your shoulders. It slides from your body and pools around your ankles, leaving you fully exposed.

'Fuck.' Pressing his lips to your shoulder, his hands find your waist. 'I always forget how pretty you are.'

The compliment makes you giggle and flush, causing the butterflies in your stomach to start beating their wings again. You turn, slipping your hands back onto his shoulders. 'Tell me again.'

'You're beautiful.' He says it as he cups a breast, thumb running over the nipple to bring it to peak before rolling it between his fingers.

Using your hold on his shoulders, you push him backwards easing him back further into your room until he bumps against the bed and falls, taking you with him. You land awkwardly and crush his leg, but he shrugs it off, choosing to suck at the turn of your neck instead. 'S'not fair...' Mumbling against him, you find your hands wrestling with the buttons of his shirt.

'Want me to take this off?' He huffs against your skin, his hands replacing yours as he makes quick work of his shirt and tosses it to the floor.

You trace the curve of his chest, scratching gentle lines into the muscle of his sternum and abdomen until you reach the lip of his pants. The thin hair trailing from just under his belly button is soft as you slip a finger under the lip of his boxers and snap the elastic against his skin. Leaning down, you press a kiss to the muscle of his stomach before running your tongue along the edge of his underwear. 'And these.'

Licking his lips, Kaminari raises his hips from the bed, allowing you to pop open the buttons of his pants and shuffle them down his legs.

You toss them behind you, not caring where they land before you're licking a thick, wet stripe up his clothed cock. It twitches under mouth, jerking in it's cotton-blend confines as it searches for more friction. The pre-cum soaking through his boxers is salty, but it hits the back of your tongue making you drool and you go in for another taste.

'Fuck... Here.' Slipping his thumbs under the lip of his boxers, he tugs them down roughly, tucking them under his balls. His cock, lean and crowned with a nest of thick, blonde hair slaps back against his stomach narrowly missing the tip of your nose.

At once, your mouth is back on him. You lap at the junction where cock meets balls and sink lower, letting one of the heavy balls sit on your tongue and slip into your mouth. Sucking gently, you earn yourself a strangled moan as his head is rocked back on his shoulders.

When the shocks of pleasure tensing up his stomach calm he sits up on his elbows, lips caught between his teeth as he watches your cheeks hollow, his ball massaged by the warm, wetness of your mouth. 'There you go, baby girl.'

You hum around him, using your tongue to flip his ball out of your mouth. A thin string of saliva connects your lips to him when you pull back, but you don't bother wiping it away. You shuffle up lapping at his cock as you go. The pulsing of your cunt only gets worse when you take the tip of his cock into your mouth and find a hand roughly grip the back of your neck forcing you further onto him.

'Missed this...' Kaminari bucks up, giving you as much cock as he knows you can handle before, letting you set up a pace. 'Missed your mouth – fuck –.'

Sinking deeper, you force the muscle of your throat to relax around him. Your other hand cups his balls, teasing and tugging at him in all the right ways until his hips are stuttering and he's wrenching you off his cock. 'Missed your cock – want -.' You echo is words, batting eyelashes at him as a familiar ache sets in your jaw.

Something flashes in Kaminari's eyes and then, he's wrapping his arms around you and using his weight to flip you onto your back.

You hit the mattress with a soft thud and chuckle as you watch him fumble, trying to shove his boxers the rest of the way off his legs. He comes back down over you and ruts his cock against your clothed sex. 'Tell me, baby – tell me how much you've missed this cock...'

He punctuates his sentence with a harsh thrust and you moan, back arching off the bed. 'Missed it so much, Denki... Missed you – want it so bad.'

'Condoms?'

You roll your hips and laugh. 'Since when did you start using condoms?'

'Jir -.' Kaminari catches the name before it slips through his lips and swallows, shaking himself slightly. The muscles in his back tense, head dipping towards your chest as he tries to stop that sharp surge of hurt that takes hold of him.

'Want you raw.'

Your voice snaps him back, forcing Jirou from his mind with ease as he looks down on you, naked and willing under him. 'Yeah?'

'Yeah.' There's another slither of hesitance that lodges itself in your stomach, but then he's tugging your underwear from your legs to rub a few rushed circles into your clit and it's forgotten. You mewl, clinging to him as he preps you, dipping in two fingers to test the stretch before he's lining himself up and pushing in.

'Fuck... So, tight – feels -.' The air is knocked from his lungs as he sinks into your heat, loosing himself as your cunt welcomes him, fluttering anxiously around him. 'You're fucking perfect, you know that, right?'

His breath is fanning your face when he bottoms out. Already you can feel yourself creaming around him for a release that is already building in your stomach. It always goes this way. There's no-one who can play your body like he can, but he already knows that. You croak and lift your hips, pressing his cock in deeper. 'Please.'

'Okay, baby.' Shifting, he pulls out just enough to loop both of your legs over his shoulders before slipping back in and touching something inside of you that threatens to make your eyes roll back. 'Okay.'

Time seems to stand still as Kaminari finds your hands and laces in his fingers. He pins them above your head against the mattress. Each thrust makes you see stars. The static on the back of your eyelids calls to you, but the allure of his sun-kissed gaze is far more magnetic. He looks at you as if you fell from grace, as if your body is equally heaven sent and sinfully bound, but underneath it all is the undeniable want that bleeds from both of you.

He doesn't take his eyes off you once. He can't. His balls are already drawn tight, threatening to end the moment before he's managed to engrave it on the backs of his eyelids. 'Fuck... You feel so good, so fucking – fuck – you're perfect...'

'Denki...' You moan into his mouth when his lips meet yours. There's so much pressure inside of you, you think you might burst, but then he hits against something, blonde pubs raking across your clit and everything releases. You cum hard and long on his cock, your body being forced through shock after shock of pleasure as he keeps pace, keeps forcing you to feel it, to feel him.

'I got you... Fuck, I got you, baby.' The tightness of your cunt milking him makes it impossible not to follow suit and soon, his eyes are going glassy under your gaze as he sends thick ropes of cum into you. He quakes with the force of it, his whole body shivering as he gives himself over to the feel of you. It's better with you, always has been and sometimes, he thinks it always will be.

He doesn't release your hand afterwards. Even in the awkward untangle of limbs that sees you cuddled under the covers, the smell of sweat and sex high in the air, he holds onto you.

You're almost taken by sleep, lost to the satisfaction in your stomach and the strong arms wrapping you, but the soft whirring of his phone startles the both of you. Scrambling from the bed, Kaminari roots about in the pile of clothes before seemingly declining a call and slipping back into bed.

'Who's that -.'

The phone buzzes again.

This time, Kaminari ignores it even as it skitters across the wood of your bedside table. 'No-one.'

'Denki.'

He sighs, speaking against your neck. 'Jirou. It's Jirou.'

'Oh.' Your heart sinks.

Rocking his hips against you, he presses his lips to your skin. 'I'm not getting it.'

You don't question it, scared of the answer if you press too hard. Instead, you sink into his chest and practically purr when he wraps you up. You don't know how he'll feel in the morning, whether the storm in his chest will get the best of him or if the call of your comfort will be too hard for him to ignore, but right now, you think you might just be able to wait. 'I really have missed you.'

Warm air leaves his lungs as sleep tugs heavy on his limbs. 'Told you...' He breathes. 'Don't have to miss me any more. I'm here.'

When you wake up, hand searching the bed sheets for Kaminnari's skin you find him missing. He's already up, perched on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. Your heart stutters in your chest until you remember the few moments before sleep had taken you. The memory warms your chest and makes your palms itch. You push up, moving to reach for him until you notice the phone pressed between his palm and ear.

'Yeah...' His voice is quiet, sleep laden and hollow in the back of his throat. He doesn't sound anything like he did last night. 'No, I know, I know...'

Letting your body sink back to the bed, you screw your eyes shut and will back sleep not wanting to encroach on his conversation. It's probably the agency, or Bakugo giving him a hard time and you'd rather not listen to the train of expletives that is bound to ring down the receiver at any moment.

'What - I didn't fuck her – I'm at home -.'

Your heart stops. There's a moment of blissful silence that grates against your skull, a few seconds where the only thing you hear is your heart re-shattering along the line's of old scars and then, Kaminari's voice breaks through again.

'I can come over... Now yeah. Yeah...' He swallows, then sighs as if it's the first gulp of fresh air he's taken in a while. 'I love you too, see you soon.'

You pretend to sleep while he dresses, pretend not to feel him lean over the bed and whisper broken sorrys into your hair before pecking your cheek goodbye. You pretend the soft click of your bedroom door doesn't make you want to be sick and then, then you text Kirishima.

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little-moonbeam-666 · 3 years ago

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I’ll Think About It

Pairing - Loki x Reader

Warnings- SMUT, blowjobs, sub!Loki if you squint

Words - 2466

Leaning against the bar you took another sip of your drink. Tony was throwing one of his legendary parties and he said it was mandatory that all the Avengers attend. Including you. So here you were, bored out of your mind, drinking to hopefully keep your mind occupied.

"You look ravishing, pet." you felt someone whisper in your ear. You knew the voice immediately. You didn't even flinch at the sudden closeness like anyone else would have. You turned your head to look at the god.

"Thank you, Loki. But why are you here? I thought you hated Stark's parties."

"Well, darling, I must admit I'm only here because I heard you would be attending."

You rolled your eyes. He was smooth but you knew better than to fall for it. He was a trickster, after all.

"Ok, I'll bite. Why would you want to see me?" you asked, chuckling lightly to yourself. He grinned.

"I've been watching you from afar. You're not like other Midgardians. They're plain and boring, but you my dear, you are exquisite. The most gorgeous creature I've ever laid my eyes upon."

You felt a faint blush rise to your cheeks. You turned your head slightly and took another gulp from your glass. You'd had a crush on Loki for months now, but you were never able to do anything about it. You smiled up at him.

"Is that so? Why'd you wait until now to say it?"

He laughed.

"Because if I would have said it at any other point in time, you would have punched me. And if you didn't, Natasha would have."

"That's very true..."

Smiling to yourself, you turned to face him. As your gaze met his, it seemed that you had nearly forgotten how to breathe. You'd never noticed how blue his eyes were or how sharply defined his jaw was. He was truly breathtaking if you were being honest with yourself. You bit your lip slightly, not daring to look away. He gave you a devilish smirk that damn near made your knees buckle. Thankfully you were leaning on the bar.

"Y/N, Darling, I'm going to be upfront about this. I would very much like to court you." he stated. You felt your jaw start to go slack and you quickly shut your mouth to fix it. You couldn't have heard him correctly. He wanted to what?

"You want to court me? You mean you want to date me?" you asked, clearly not buying it.

He nodded his head, nothing but sincerity on his face.

"Yes. I've become very intrigued by you and I'd like to know more. I've developed a bit of a.... what do you Midgardians call it? A crush? Yes, I've developed a crush on you and I would love nothing more than to date you, if you'll have me."

You were at a loss for words. Loki, a god, wanted to date you. Your heart hammered in your chest. You'd be lying if you said you'd never thought about him before. He was quite handsome and at times, if he wanted to be, he could be really sweet. You were about to go against every voice in your head, screaming at you to walk away from him.

"I'll think about it." you whispered. It was so quiet, you almost thought he didn't hear you. When you looked at him, you knew he did. He looked like a nervous teenager who had just asked the most popular girl in school to go to the dance with him and she said yes. The smile on his face was genuine and happy.

He sat by your side for the rest of the night. The two of you talked about anything and everything. By midnight, the party was still going strong and so were the two of you. But your conversations, influenced by alcohol, had taken on a more sexual nature.

"No way! You're saying that you're over 1000 years old and you've never had a blowjob?! You're joking, right?"

He laughed.

"Love, I'm being serious. Women on Asgard aren't that fond of it… Plus, I was never one to sleep around so it just never happened."

"Well that needs to change." you said, standing up and grabbing his hand, giving a slight tug to urge him to follow you. He did so, although a bit reluctantly. Everyone else at the party was too inebriated to notice the two of you leaving.

"Darling, where are you taking me?" he asked, still being pulled down the hallway.

"My room. You've never had a blowjob and I'm going to remedy that."

If you would have taken 2 seconds to look back at the god, you would have noticed his face turn red in embarrassment. After passing a few more doors, you finally got to your room and pulled him inside. Walking past him, you walked to stand by your bed.

"Now come over here. Sit." you ordered. He obeyed and sat down on the edge of your bed. He looked nervous. You turned your back to him and turned your head back to look at him over your shoulder.

"Can you unzip me?" you asked. He nodded his head and reached his hands up, fiddling with the zipper of your dress before smoothly pulling it down to rest just above your ass. You let the material slip from your shoulders to pool around your ankles before turning back around to face him. His eyes were wide, trained on your lacy black bra and panty set. He licked his lips and then looked to your face.

"Y/N, my pet, you have no idea how beautiful you are." he murmured as you dropped to your knees in front of him. Placing your hands on his knees and sliding them upwards to tug on his belt. But before you could do anything else, he cupped your face and brought his lips down to yours. The kiss was so gentle, you didn't know if it was real or not. He slowly pulled away, smiling down at you.

"You don't have to do this, love." he whispered.

"I know. I want to."

He leaned down to kiss you once more, quickly shedding his suit jacket and beginning to unbutton his black shirt, exposing his pale chest. He pulled it off while you continued working on his belt, pulling it open before unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the zipper. You could tell he was already hard. You rubbed your hand over his cock before grabbing the waistband of his pants and tugging. He lifted his hips, allowing you to pull them off. When you sat back up, you teased a finger along his shaft before reaching up and playing with the waistband of his black boxer briefs. He gave you a nod, giving you permission to take them off. Slowly, you pulled them down and his cock slapped up against his stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight.

"Y/N....." he whispered. You looked up, lower lip between your teeth and your eyes wide. You looked like pure innocence. He almost couldn't control himself. "Love, I'm not sure what to do in this situation."

You grabbed his hand and placed it on the back of your head.

"Everything will come naturally. Just guide me how you like it, don't choke me, and warn me if you're gonna cum. Okay?"

He nodded. You leaned down and kitten licked his swollen tip. He let out a ragged breath. Leaning down you licked a broad stripe up the underside of his cock and took the head into your mouth and gently sucked, not wanting this to be too overwhelming for him. He moaned loudly and gripped your hair tight, fighting the urge to push your mouth further down his cock. You pulled off for a moment, kissing his tip.

"What? Does that feel good?" You asked teasingly.

"Oh, Valhalla! Yes... please, don't stop." he whimpered.

You gladly obliged, taking him back in your mouth. Sliding all the way down until your nose touched the dark curls at the base of his cock. You relaxed your throat before sucking harshly and moving back up. The moans falling from his lips sounded like heaven and just urged you to pick up your pace, sucking him harder and faster.

His hand tugged at your hair, making you moan and sending a jolt of arousal to your core. You could feel yourself soaking your panties. You reached a hand down to relieve the ache between your legs but his hand caught your arm, stopping you. You pulled off his cock slowly and looked up.

"That's my job, pet." he said, his voice dangerously low. "Get on the bed." he demanded.

You did as he said and crawled up on your bed, sitting back against the pillows. Grabbing at your panties, he pulled them down and threw them across the room. Then reaching behind you to unhook your bra, tossing it on the floor. He crawled over top of you, shifting his hips to rest between your open legs. His cock rested between your folds making you moan and buck your hips into his.

"Loki, please!" you begged. He smirked.

"What do you want, my pet?"

You couldn't find the words so you just whimpered and bucked your hips once again. His hands flew down to your hips, stilling your movements and preventing you from grinding on his cock.

"Baby, I asked you a question. If you know what's good for you, you better answer me."

"Please fuck me! I need you, Loki!" you begged.

He crashed his mouth to yours and shoved his tongue in your mouth to wrestle with yours. You then learned that it was only a distraction. He quickly sheathed himself in your heat, both of you moaning into each other's mouths. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands tangling in his long black hair. You started grinding your hips up against his as he fucked you into the mattress, his pubic bone rubbing your clit just right. Pulling yourself away from his mouth, you moaned loudly and started kissing his neck, sucking the skin harshly, leaving a bruise.

"Mmmm, pet, you feel so good around me. So fucking tight." he moaned into your ear, leaning down further to suck several dark bruises on your neck and collarbone.

He grabbed your chin and made you look at him before he started thrusting harshly, setting a brutal pace and making you scream. His arms hooked underneath your knees, pulling your legs to rest on his shoulders. The new angle allowed him to fuck you deeper and hit that magical spot deep in your core, making you shake with desire.

"Loki, oh my god, p-please! I'm g-gonna c-cum!" you moaned out. His pace became unbearably fast, his cock abusing your g-spot.

"Darling, cum with me." he moaned out through gritted teeth. His words sent you over the edge, screaming his name.

"Loki!" you cried.

"Y/N! Oh Valhalla! Fuck!"

As you both came down, you let your legs fall from his shoulders and let your body go limp. He reluctantly pulled out and laid down beside you.

"So... are you still thinking about it?" he asked, smiling softly at you. You smiled.

"I don't need to think anymore. I think.... no, I know I love you. So much." you whispered. He pulled you close and kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. You kissed him back lovingly, sliding your tongue over his, only pulling away when you finally needed to breathe.

"I love you too, darling. More than you'll ever know."

The next morning when you awoke, you saw Loki was still fast asleep. You silently crawled out of bed and slipped on an oversized t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. Walking silently through the halls until you reached the kitchen. No surprise, but Steve was already awake, looking like he had just got back from his morning run.

"Good morning, Y/N." he said.

"Morning." you mumbled. Steve had always poked fun at you for not being a morning person.

You grabbed a glass from the cabinet and the orange juice out of the fridge, pouring some for yourself and putting it back. You leaned against the counter, taking small sips of your juice. When you looked up, Steve was staring at you.

"What?" you asked.

"Whoever you went to bed with last night did some damage to your neck, doll." he said, trying to hide his smile behind his cup of coffee. Your hand flew to your neck, only to find 3 slightly tender spots. You kept your hand on your neck to cover the marks and took another sip of your juice.

"Let me see!" yelled Natasha, just now entering the kitchen.

"Oh not you, too!" you whined. She quickly came up to you and pulled your hand off of your neck, exposing the hickeys that covered it.

"Damn! Looks like you had fun!" she teased.

"Oh shut up!" you laughed.

They both stopped and you and Nat decided to make breakfast. It was almost finished, and most of the rest of the team had come down, when both Thor and Loki came into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Lady Y/N!" Thor boomed. How the hell was he always so happy in the mornings?

"Morning, Thor." you said, before turning back to tend to the food on the stove.

Arms wrapped around you from behind and you felt lips pressed against your ear.

"Good morning, my love." he said lowly, but loud enough that everyone in the room caught it.

"Wait, you're telling me you fucked Loki last night?!" came the surprised shriek from Natasha. You blushed crimson and turned in Loki's arms to face him. Looking over his shoulder at Nat, you smiled.

"Yeah." you stated, simply before leaning in to give Loki a good morning kiss. He kissed you back passionately, holding your face in his hands. When you pulled away, you looked at your teammates expressions. Steve and Bucky were both in pure shock. Wanda and Nat looked beyond excited. And Tony looked almost disgusted but just laughed and shook his head.

"Ah, so Lady Y/N is the reason you were in such a good mood this morning, brother! Be good to her, Loki." he said, giving Loki a small warning.

"You know I'll protect her with everything that I am." he countered.

You smiled, looking up at Loki.

"So I guess this makes us official?" he asked, not exactly sure where the two of you stood. You leaned up and pecked his lips.

"You're mine. Forever." you said against his lips. He kissed you again, gaining a chorus of ‘awe's' from the team.

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bratkook · 4 years ago

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choke me. (m) jjk

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. smut, absolutely no plot word count. 2.9k warnings. short but sweet filthy, unprotected sex, messy sex, choking (jungkook begs her to choke him), dirty talk, oral sex (f. receiving), face riding, jungkook swears he sees jesus, his not so secret love for gossiping returns summary. now that the line between peeping tom and teasing neighbor had been crossed, entering into mutually beneficial territory, jungkook feels less wary about asking you to wrap your pretty hands around his throat note. peeping tom!jungkook is back for more, technically this is a second installment to come over but can def be read as a stand alone drabble! he lives in my mind rent free so i hope you all enjoy his brief return 🖤(i also wrote this in an hour so theres that) honorable mentions to @suqakoo who i promised id tag if i ever continued this story 🤧 @taestybae who is essentially the reason why i wrote the first part ily bae & @pars-ley i hope long hair jk ruins you once more

Jungkook absolutely can’t think of any other place he’d rather be than right here, right now. He’s honestly contemplating sending his realtor a bouquet of roses, hell maybe one of those edible arrangements with the melon shaped like petals, anything to show his immense gratitude for helping him buy this house.

Really, who would have ever thought the chain of events would lead to this very moment, sprawled out on his bed, large palms digging into your hips as you bounced on top of him, the slick sounds of your pussy soaking his cock filling up the room in a filthy manner. He is once again thankful for the narrow distance between your buildings that brought this moment to fruition.

“Shit,” you gasp, palms resting on his hard chest for leverage as you lift yourself up and drop back with a wet thump, “god, you feel so good.”

Your words are thick and slurred, drunk off the feeling of his cock filling you up deliciously, the subtle ruts of his hips working in tandem with yours making sparks of pleasure shoot throughout your body. Jungkook can only smirk at the way you’re lost in the feeling of it, the arousal dripping down your thighs, pooling around the base of his cock in a sticky mess that he had grown to love.

“Yeah?” he breathes out, bottom lip victim to his teeth as he bites down. The usual doe eyed look he had was missing now, swapped for a half lidded stare that made your stomach flip when you lock eyes.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he hisses, fingers pressing further into your skin when you tighten around him, not once slowing your movements, the perfect rhythym of your hips making a steady incline of lust course up his spine. “Making such a mess on my cock. You love it don’t you?”

A desperate whine spills out of you, fingernails pressing into the muscles on his chest, leaving half moons in their wake but he enjoys the sting too much to complain. “I just–feel so full, fuck Jungkook.”

He smiles at the way you trail off, your mouth dropped open with pouty lips wet with saliva. His palms can feel the way your body trembles with each thrust, warmth brewing inside of you and threatening to spill over every time he meets your hips with those dangerous eyes locked on you. Slowly, he raises his hand higher, following the soft skin of your sides, tracing every slope and curve of your body until he’s grabbing a handful of your tits, squeezing just enough to make you mewl in desire.

Jungkook groans out when you speed up your hips, the warmth of your walls wrapping around him tighter than before as he pinches your nipples between his fingers, the new found sensitivity only making you lose yourself further.

He can feel the cool sweat dampening his body, making his skin stick to the sheets beneath him, could see it slowly coating your neck as you throw your head back, revealing your throat to him and that makes the flash of an idea come back to mind.

“Fuck, fuck wait–“ he gasps out, heels digging into his mattress as his mind begins to spin at the premise of it all. A curious look sent his way as you slow your hips, a torturous glide being swapped in favor of stopping altogether but it’s enough for him to gather his thoughts properly. “Choke me.”

“R-really?” You stutter out, chest panting from a mix of exertion and excitement, the mental image of your hands wrapped around his thick neck stirring something inside of you. Something about a man like Jungkook, all muscles and strength that couldn’t be matched, asking you to choke him felt so wrong it was almost right.

“Please,” he’s begging now, skin on fire at even asking and potentially being turned down, but he can see the flash in your eyes, the way it turns you on, and if that didn’t settle him then the way you frantically nod in agreement does.

“Yeah, yeah i’ll choke you,” your right palm glides up his chest now, feeling the slight trembles that course through him from the steady rocking of your hips, his ragged breaths hitting the air as you gingerly touch his neck. “You gotta show me how though.”

You were very familiar with choking, being on the receiving end of it plenty of times, but you had never been the one in control and the last thing you wanted was to do this wrong. He smiles in appreciation though, a small chuckle leaving him as he places his palm over yours, delicately guiding it to the right spot over his throat.

Jungkook can already feel his cock stirring inside of you as he moves your fingers correctly, a low groan rumbling in his throat that is felt against your palm when you press down. Your eyes are wide with excitement, seeing how something so simple is affecting him before you have even started. The blood pumping in his veins pulses against your fingers, squeezing down further when he urges you to do so with his palm, a satisfied smile curling his lips up as he sighs.

“Fuck, just like that.” He rasps out, dropping his hand to allow you full control, choosing to grip onto the sheets as you slowly resume your pace once more.

Jungkook knew sending you a text reminiscent to the one you sent him before would lead to this, in one form or another, but having you riding him with your fingers pressed into his neck had just become his new favorite fantasy.

A small moan leaves you as you look down at him, his long sweaty hair raked off his face, allowing you to see the way his brows furrowed together as the sensations flooded his mind. He looked like your favorite wet dream, eyes staring up at you in that dazed way that showed he was lost in the pleasure, tongue swiping at his lower lip as he moaned out your name, tugging at the sheets and rutting up into you with more urgency each time.

“Fuck, and you called me dirty,” you laugh out, leaning forward to inch closer to his face, pressing a teasing kiss to his lips and giggling when he tries to chase them for more, tightening your hold on his throat until his eyes are fluttering shut.

Jungkook feels like he’s floating, the low thrumming in his ears getting louder as the seconds tick by, the wet squelch of your pussy creaming his cock mixing in with your soft laughs and its filthy. “Tighter,” he rasps out, blinking his eyes open to see you once more, nodding in reassurance when you look unsure. “Please.”

When you do as he asks he swears he’ll cum instantly, his stomach caving in as the coil tightens inside of him, the heady feeling clouding his thoughts, leaving the edges of his sight speckled and faded, the image of you above him still crystal clear. There's so much want in your eyes, your own orgasm slowly creeping up on you at just seeing how affected he is by you doing this. His free hand drops back down to your hips, urging you to speed up your movements, each glide of your drenched walls feeling like heaven, draping over him in this soft warmth that leaves him gasping lewdly.

Maybe Jungkook should go to church.

A small shiver racks your body, pushing aside your own pleasure when you start to spot the floaty appearance on his features, the breathy whines that escape him, eyes spaced out, only focusing on the growing euphoric feeling coming from where you two connect, spreading to his every limb until he’s tensing up. “Wanna feel you cum Jungkook, c’mon, make me messy again.”

Jungkook nods at your words, speech wiped from his mind, blanking as you squeeze him further, the hand gripping the sheets shooting up to wrap around your wrist as a desperate moan leaves his swollen lips when his orgasm crashes over him in surprise, a flash of white spread across his vision. His eyes roll back in pleasure, hips rutting up into yours so forcefully you’re nearly falling over him, releasing his throat and allowing him to gasp in a breath, his warm cum spilling into you in spurts that you welcome.

“Fuck, oh fuck.” He chants, eyes squeezed shut as he fills you up like you asked him to, the buzz of pleasure soaking into his bones and leaving him satisfied, limbs limp as you milk his orgasm out of him fully. Jungkook weakly mumbles out your name as you continue grinding on him, the friction against your clit making you moan in response, leaning forward to cup his cheeks as you kiss him gently as he comes down. “Come up here.”

It takes you a moment to know what he means, spoken so slurred together in his post orgasm bliss you think he might just be mumbling nonsense, but as he grabs your hips with both hands and slides you off his softening cock you know exactly what he wants you to do. With shaky knees you crawl over him, sodden folds sliding against his torso and leaving a mess as you make your way to the head of the bed.

“Fuck, look at you.” He mumbles, arms hooking under your thighs to urge you up until your core hovered directly above him, knees digging into the sheets beside his head with your hand grabbing onto the headboard for support. Jungkook eyes your swollen lips, coated in your arousal and a mixture of his cum still dripping out of you, it’s not like he minds though, determined to have you falling apart because of him.

“Made me cum so hard I swear I saw Jesus,” he jokes, soft huffs of laughter hitting your inner thighs as he sloppily kisses them, tongue licking up drops of your arousal as he makes his way up. “Wanna return the favor.”

A whimper leaves your mouth as he teasingly licks along your slit, tip of his tongue flicking against your aching clit as he does so, humming in content when you tangle your hands in his hair. With soft, tickling touches of his fingers against the backs of your thighs you lower onto him, only the tops of his eyes visible as he pulls you further onto him, a cheeky wink sent your way before he goes in for the kill.

Jungkook digs his fingers into your skin to keep you in place as he licks a broad stripe up your folds, shamelessly moaning at the taste of you on his tongue, smiling against you when you shudder at the sensation. “Fuck, Jungkook.” You can barely whisper out, hips dropping lower in search for more and he groans, not opposed to the way your thighs cage him in, surrounded by you entirely.

A small shriek fills the air as his lips wrap around you clit, sucking on the swollen nub with intent to make you crumble, moaning against you as you tug at his strands with force, the yank at his scalp only making him keep at it. Stars flash behind your closed lids as you give an experimental grind of your hips, rutting against his tongue until you’re gasping, Jungkook’s fingers loosening their hold to allow you to seek your own pleasure, using his tongue to get yourself off on top of him.

He can feel his cock stirring back to life at you using him like this, fingers pushing his face further up, his tongue flicking against you, lips sucking enough to get you to tremble. “Shit, Jungkook, ah— c-close.”

The slow, deliberate roll of your hips increases as the familiar high approaches you, Jungkook’s hands grabbing onto your ass to urge you, guide you against him with more force. The wetness pools down your thighs, coats his mouth and chin but he swears he could drown here and die happy, fully content to know the last sounds he hears is you chanting his name out like a mantra.

“Shit, I’m cumming.” The heat curls in your stomach, flames licking at your insides as your hips grow sloppy and desperate, fingers clutching onto his hair like a lifeline as you can just barely taste your high. It’s not until Jungkook presses his tongue harder against you, providing you with that last bit of friction you need, that you cum with a shout of his name. His fingers rubbing soft circles onto your skin as he continues to suck on your clit, enjoying the aftershocks that course through you, the small whines and whimpers of overstimulation as he licks you clean.

“Ah, too much.” you plea, lifting yourself up from his mouth as the pleasure turns painful. He looks absolutely satisfied with himself, a charming smile on his messy lips as he stares up at you with glimmering eyes.

“That was amazing.” A snort leaves you as you carefully slide off of him, settling beside him with a content sigh, thighs still trembling from it all, something he takes note of as he runs his fingers against them.

“Who knew you loved getting choked,” you giggle, inching away from him when he attempts to grab you, “my hands weren’t enough for you, just had to go and let my thighs finish you off huh?”

“Shut up,” he whines, fingers wrapping around your ankle and yanking you back to him with more ease than you expected, not content until you were pressed against him once more. The heat of your bodies isn’t uncomfortable as he holds you close, maneuvering himself until you were flat on your back with his body slot between your thighs, arms wrapped underneath you with his cheek against your tummy. “You were totally into it too.”

“Hm, I was.” You can’t even deny it, seeing Jungkook looking so submissive at your hands made a small rush flow through you, the same rush you felt whenever he was rough with you. This was something the two of you could definitely play around with.

Jungkook looks beyond comfortable in his position, nuzzling against you happily, not caring about the way your skin sticks together but just as you’re about to shut your eyes he speaks. “Oh my god,” his cheek lifts from your skin to look up at you with a smile when you raise your brow in curiosity, “did you hear about the drama going on down the street?”

“What drama?”

“You know the preschool teacher that lives in that blue house?” Your hands run through his damp hair as you try to remember, finally putting a face to the person and nodding in confirmation, “Okay well she got that soccer mom’s car towed this morning.”

“Jungkook, how do you know this?” You laugh out, draping your arm across your face to hide the way you found it all amusing, his gossiping tendencies coming out full force.

“Well ever since somebody—” his fingers dig into your skin playfully, laughing as you squirm around, “lied to me about the group chat I got nosey, found this app called Next Door and the drama is top notch.” It was really a gold mine of petty neighborhood tea, keeping him entertained like the morning newspaper, knowing the ins and outs of who was the neighborhood Karen and who you could trust to call the cops if anyone attempted to break into your house.

“You know Jungkook, I never pegged you as the kind to love gossip.”

He rests his chin on your sternum now, eyebrows wiggling mischievously as the words leave your mouth. “Did you say peg?”

“Oh my god, get out of here!” He cackles instantly, allowing you to push his face away from you while you attempt to get up, his hands loosening their hold on you only to allow himself to crawl up your body once more. Your laughs continue to fill the air as he kisses your cheek sloppily, “Get your head out of the gutter.”

“I was joking,” he chuckles, leaning back with a smile, “unless you’re into that.” He tacks on the same ending as last time, winking when you scrunch your face up in embarrassment.

“Go, don’t you have work to do.” Desperately needing him to get away from you before your mind spun up another filthy fantasy at his expense.

“Need I remind you, you’re in my bed.”

“Yeah well, your bed is lined in egyptian cotton and smells like fresh laundry so don’t mind me, I’ll be here.” He had no qualms about that, giving you a final kiss to your lips before deciding you were right, he had been distracted enough by sending you that text to come over, needing to finish up the work he had to turn in by tonight.

As he walks around his room and gets himself looking decent enough to sit at his desk you flop over with a sigh, burying your face into his pillow and smiling when the familiar scent of him fills your nose. Looking out of his bedroom window and seeing your own bedroom a few feet away makes your stomach flutter with the same excitement as before, his teasing words replaying in your mind now.

Unless you’re into that.

How many more ways could he use that phrase for trouble?

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thebadgerclan · 3 years ago

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Little Tease

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

Requested by @fandom-puff

Summary: Your choice of attire gets Severus a little riled up...

Smut!

Severus thought he might just die. His eyes tracked your hands as they pulled sheer black stockings over your legs and hooked them onto a garter belt. His mouth dried out and his cock hardened in his trousers. Severus stalked over to you, coming to stand behind you, his hips grinding into your ass, arms coming around your shoulders. “Have you any idea what you do to me?” he asked, and you smirked, pulling open your dresser drawer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, darling,” you replied, selecting a plain black skirt that fell to your midthigh. But Severus wouldn’t let you move from his embrace, pressing a lingering kiss to your jaw. “Don’t you? Then just why are you wearing those stockings, my sweet? I think that you’re trying to tease me, distract me, hmm?” That was indeed your intent, at least part of it, but you weren’t keen on giving up so soon. “Why would you do that, Sev? We both know how much we have to get done today.”

“We can get that done after I fuck you,” Severus said, spinning you in his arms, pressing his lips to yours. You resisted the intense urge to melt in his arms and let him have his way with you, instead pushing him back gently. “I wish I could, Sev. But I have to go into town and pick up a package for Sirius.” Severus sighed, stepping back from you. He might be insanely aroused, but if you said no, then he’d go no farther. You pulled your skirt on, fixing your hair and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be back, love. And maybe later I’ll let you have your way with me.”

As you exited your bedroom and went down the many stairs of Grimmauld Place, you smirked to yourself. You didn’t really need to go into town, you could have asked Remus or one of the younger Order members to do it, but what could you say? You wanted to tease your man. About an hour later, you returned, giving Sirius his package before heading back upstairs. Severus caught you halfway up the stairs, pressing you against the wall and kissing you hard.

“I’ve been hard all morning, Y/N,” he rasped against your lips. “So fucking hard. I keep picturing your perfect legs in those damn stockings.” You sighed into the kiss, one arm around his neck, the other hand on his chest. You trailed that hand down his body until you were cupping Severus’ bulge, making him whimper. He kissed you again, keeping you against the wall, his tongue entering your mouth.

You gently squeezed Severus’ erection, and he gasped, rolling his hips into your hand. Just when you were about to suggest moving to the bedroom, footsteps were heard coming up the stairs. “What do you two think you’re doing?” Molly Weasley stomped the rest of the way up the steps, fire in her eyes, and you stepped out of your husband’s embrace. “Molly,” Severus greeted, his voice slightly strained. “Really you two, I’d have thought you’d have more self restraint than a few 6th years!”

“We are married, Molly,” you said, stepping in front of Severus, both in a protective movement and to hide his erection. “There is nothing wrong with-” “I’m noy saying there’s anything wrong with it! But in the hallway where anyone could see? There are students here, Severus!” He said nothing, not trusting himself to speak. “Now,” Molly continued. “Get yourselves together and downstairs for the meeting.” The Weasley matriarch turned and descended the stairs, Severus sighing when she was gone. “Some nerve on that one,” you muttered, righting your skirt and heading downstairs, Severus following close behind.

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Of course, it was when Severus was hornier than he’d ever been in his life, when his cock felt like it might burst with how it ached, when he was seriously thinking about taking you over the table, that was when the meeting ran long. Molly hadn’t stopped you from sitting next to your husband, and you could feel the arousal and tension radiating off of him. He tried to listen to the meeting, he really did, but Severus’ mind wandered to fantasies of fucking you in every position imaginable.

His hand strayed to his hips, and Severus thanked Merlin that the tablecloth concealed his waist. Slowly, he pressed on his cock, nearly hissing at the stimulation. He’d refrained from touching himself while you were gone, but he couldn’t hold back any longer. Severus palmed himself slowly, enough to relieve the ache, but not enough to truly pleasure him. His teeth were grit, holding back his sighs and moans of pleasure, his hand working his cock slowly.

When you noticed, you stilled his hand, and Severus couldn’t keep the desperate whine from leaving his throat at the loss of stimulation. “Soon,” you whispered, eyes staying on the table before you. Finally, Sirius rose, saying the meeting was over, and Severus thought he might sob. As soon as there was a clear path up the stairs, he bolted up them, dragging you behind him. The door to your bedroom slammed shut, and once it was locked and warded, Severus was stripping you naked, moaning at the sight of you in nothing but the stockings and garter belt.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so beautiful,” he said, tearing his own clothes from his body. “My gorgeous wife. And you’re all mine.” You’d been wet all day, as Severus had been hard all day, and you whimpered as he pulled you flush to him, kissing you deeply. Now naked, his hard, weeping cock pressed to your abdomen, and your pussy clenched around nothing. “Severus, fuck me,” you pleaded, and that was all he needed to hear.

Severus roughly pushed you onto the bed, flipping you onto your belly and pulling you up to your hands and knees. There was no need to ready either of you; you were plenty wet enough, and Severus lined himself up, thrusting into you hard. “Fuck!” you shouted as he stretched you out, cock filling you up just right. He set a rough, hard, nearly brutal pace, skin slapping against skin, sweet, desperate moans filling the room. Severus bent over you, rutting into you like a dog in heat, the pent up desperation and need he’d felt all day finally letting loose.

“Teasing me with those stockings all day,” he grunted. “Fuck, Y/N, the things you do to me. I’ve wanted to fuck you all day, ever since I saw you put those bloody things on.” “Sev,” you moaned, eyes rolling back in your head. “Yes! Right there, oh fuck!” The head of his cock was ramming into your g-spot with each thrust, the angle allowing him to fuck you deeper. His hips moved with almost inhuman speed, drawing you closer and closer to that blissful peak.

And Severus sensed it, as he always could, and brought a hand around your waist to rub your clit. “S-Severus!” you wailed, bucking your hips weakly to match his thrusts. “Yes! Oh, yes! Please, please, oh fuck, I’m gonna… yes!” Your words devolved into a string of gibberish as your orgasm crested, legs trembling and giving out beneath you. Severus held you upright as he came, biting down on your shoulder as he released within you.

“Fuck,” he whispered, kissing over your neck and up the side of your face, pulling out a moment later. You whined at the loss, content to lie with him inside you for hours on end, keeping you filled up, but sense was also lost on you at the moment. Severus cast the contraceptive and cleaning charms, pulling your stockings and garters from your legs. He then lay down at your side, pulling you into his chest, kissing you sweetly and tenderly.

“Little tease,” he whispered, a smile on his face. “I love you so much.” “Hmm, I love you too, Sev.” “You looked so damn beautiful in those, Y/N. You always look beautiful, but those stockings just added something to it.” “Thank you, Sev. I thought you’d like them.” “Oh I do, very much. I think I’ll have to buy you more. A lot more.” You laughed softly, cuddling closer to Severus’ chest. “My beautiful wife, I love you.” You hummed, too fucked out and tired to respond, but the sentiment was clear.

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somewhatgreatexpectations · 4 years ago

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Goldrush (Taylor Sloane/ Reader)

Hello everyone!

Venturing out from Wanda/ Leigh to provide you all with, drum roll please... fluff! Taylor Sloane fluff to be specific! Loosely inspired by Taylor Swift's "Goldrush".

Summary: Social media influencer were shallow. You couldn't stand them... So why were you letting this one get close to you?

It took all you had to bite back the groan of annoyance when you stepped foot on the beach. Your little hideaway had been discovered and you weren’t sure if you’d be able to find peace there ever again if it was going to be full of all these shallow ‘influencers’.

“Nothing is sacred anymore.” You mumbled to yourself as you carefully pulled out your vintage Olympus OM-1. Your most prized possession.

As you began to prepare the film a commotion caught your attention. You turned your head to see someone approach a small group of obnoxiously loud people. It looked like the person was asking to take a picture with a blonde in the group. The sight immediately lost your interest as you turned your attention back to your film.

You were scouting to see if you would be using this location for your future photoshoots. That was your priority. Not the obnoxious people who wanted attention.

Carefully brushing away the sand, you wandered over to a manmade trail of rocks that lead out into the serene ocean. The sun gleamed brightly on the water and tinged it with an ethereal glow. A beautiful sight if you slowed down long enough to take it in. You kneeled so you were at eye level with the rocks, aligning the camera so it was could capture the sight, the cold water gently lapping against the soles of your worn-out converse.

Just as you had set up the shot a sharp cough made you jump, almost making you drop your camera into the water. The interruption alone made you clench your jaw in annoyance as you turned to find the source of the sound. Your eyes meeting with the blonde from earlier, a fake smile on her face. It was clear she was one of those ‘influencers’.

Beautiful but empty. An illusion of beauty.

“Can I help you?” You mumbled.

The plastic smile never wavered. “You’re a photographer.” You stared at her blankly, waiting for the question. “Can you take a picture for me and my friends? We’d ask someone else, but you’d probably be a little better.”

“Sure.” You eventually replied flatly, taking the phone she held out. The group arranged themselves against the light, so they’d all be washed out, but you didn’t say anything. That wasn’t your problem.

As soon as you lifted the phone they all stopped bickering and began laughing as if they had just heard the funniest joke . Several peace signs showing up among the group.

Fake, you thought to yourself as you took the photo. You then handed the phone back to the blonde, fiddling with the strap of your camera that was slung across your chest.

The woman immediately handed the phone back to you, making you furrow your brows in confusion. “We’re washed out. Do you mind taking it again, but like… better? Maybe try getting lower.” You bristled at the comment. The charming smile she flashed you was something you were certain got her whatever she wanted.

You almost denied the request just for the satisfaction. “Sure.” You mumbled again, crouching ever so slightly to take the picture again.

“Do you mind getting lower?” She questioned.

Before you could stop yourself, you made a face. “What? Like in the sand?”

“Yeah, that’d be perfect! Thanks.” You bit the inside of your cheek to stop the sarcastic comment that was threatening to fall from your lips. As you kneeled down in the sand you heard her whisper to her friends. “It’s cute, an amateur photographer being able to take pictures for me. She’s probably just nervous.”

The comment made your blood boil. That was the issue with all these influencers. They thought they were god’s gift to the world. That’s why you refused to work with them.

Without paying any attention, you took the picture and marched over to the woman. “Just so you know, I have no idea who you are. Have a nice day.” You said in an overly cheery voice, shoving the phone back into her hands.

The woman sputtered slightly in surprise, but before she could say anything you hurried away, clutching the strap of your camera tightly. You needed to find new places to shoot at.

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As much as you tried to avoid all the places that the social media influencers went, you couldn’t help but go to this small café that they had infiltrated. It was on the edge of the coast, close enough that the ocean breeze swept through your hair as you read by the open window.

You had become such a fixture in the shop that the owners had come to expect you at least twice a week. Today was no different as you absently picked at the chocolate croissant that the owners granddaughter had eagerly given you.

Even the little girl had become familiar with your presence (mainly because you let her play with your older cameras when you were around).

Just as you were about to turn the page, the stillness of the café was interrupted by the sounds of exaggerated laughter. You refused to look up, you knew the type. They’d be gone as soon as they got their pictures anyway.

“Excuse me?”

You looked up to see two women standing before you, one the blonde from the beach. You were surprised to see she actually looked a bit uncomfortable when she saw it was you. “Yes?” You replied, placing a finger in your book so you wouldn’t lose your place.

“Do you mind switching places with us? This spot would make a better picture.” The other woman batted her eyelashes flirtatiously.

You couldn’t help but smile in disbelief. “You know what? Sure.”

The squeal that came from the other woman’s lips made you wince. “Perf! Let’s go get our stuff, Tay.” The other woman walked off as you turned to gather your things, it was time to leave. You had a photoshoot early the next morning anyway.

“What are you reading?”

Not looking up, you began packing your things into your backpack. “Middlemarch by George Elliot.” You replied. As much as you were sure this woman was vapid, you didn’t want to be rude. Even if the aftermath of her comment still prickled under your skin.

“What’s it about?”

Curiosity got the better of you as you finally turned to face her, eyeing her skeptically. “It’s about marriage, idealism, self-interest, hypocrisy, political reform… It’s a masterpiece in my humble opinion.”

The woman’s eyebrows raised interestedly. “You sound passionate about it.” You shrugged. It was your favorite book, but she didn’t need to know that. “My names Taylor.” The same charming smile she wore on the beach made a reappearance and you tilted your head in response, not impressed.

“Y/n.” You supplied.

There was a brief moment of silence in the air, Taylor’s smile wavered slightly. “About the beach, I think I came off as kind of a bi-”

“Tay! Let’s take a pic of our coffee. The beach in the background will be adorbs.” The other woman interrupted. “Do you mind?” She asked you, gesturing to the space you were standing in front of.

You pressed your lips together, shaking your head. “Not at all. It’s all yours.”

As you passed Taylor you made eye contact, she looked like she wanted to say something, but you had already walked away. Playfully you ruffled the hair of the owner’s granddaughter on the way out. You were so occupied by the way the young girl eagerly showed you the pictures she took that you didn’t notice the eyes that were watching you with interest.

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The movement around you faded as you focused on the controlled chaos that surrounded you, the people all living their own lives. Your fingers itched to capture these unsuspecting moments of beauty. Of the elderly couple holding hands on a walk, of the two friends laughing over a picture they had just taken, of the children playing catch with their dog. Of- your peace was interrupted when someone stepped into your line of vision.

You fought the urge to groan. “Are you following me?”

Taylor raised the bag in her hand, smiling slightly. “No. I was actually on my way home from the farmers market.” You squinted at her slightly, unsure of what that had to do with you. “I think we got off on the wrong foot yesterday.”

“What makes you say that?” Your paused slightly. “Do you think it’s because I’m an amateur photographer that’s nervous to be around you?” You asked with a mocking pout.

Her face flushed. “I didn’t mean to sound so…”

“Stuck up?” You offered flatly.

Taylor nodded slowly. “I swear I’m not… that type of person.”

You chuckled as you began packing your things. “Yeah, for some reason I don’t buy that.” When you stood you noticed how close she was to you. Your breath faltered slightly because you were certain you’d never seen eyes more beautiful in your life. “Why do you care? You don’t even know me.” You grumbled stepping around her.

Her footsteps followed you as she fell into step beside you. “I don’t know, you seem different than anyone I know.” You huffed in amusement. That was probably certain. “Let me show you I’m not as bad as you think I am.”

“You see, as intrigued as I am by that offer I think I’ll pass. I’ve seen your type.” You quipped, glancing at her out of the corner of your eyes. “I have an amateur shoot that I need to get to anyway.”

She groaned. “You’re not going to let that go, are you?” You shook your head. There was a brief pause. “Can I have your number?”

A short chuckle fell from your lips. “Seriously?”

Taylor nodded and held out her phone. “Get coffee with me this weekend and I’ll prove you wrong.”

You had to admit, the persistence was admirable, you’d even say cute. “Fine.” You took the phone and put in your number. “I really have to go.”

“See you this weekend. Same café on the coast.” Taylor said as you turned to leave.

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When you arrived at the café you were greeted with warm smiles as the owner offered you a tea, and raised eyebrows when you requested two. You rolled your eyes at the suggestive waggle of eyebrows you received as you walked the teas over to a table in the corner.

Glancing down at your watch, you couldn’t help but frown. 12:05. It was five minutes passed the agreed upon meeting time.

A sigh fell from your lips when another fifteen minutes passed. You mentally berated yourself for allowing yourself to hope she wouldn’t be what you thought she was. Not even a moment later you heard the chime of the bell, indicating someone had entered.

Like a whirlwind, Taylor came rushing in just as you stood to leave. “Y/n.” She hurried over to the table. “There was an accident and they stopped the freeway. Like… completely stopped it. We literally just sat there for twenty minutes. I was supposed to be here at 11:50.”

Despite yourself you couldn’t help but be amused. “Taylor.” Her eyes were still a bit wide when she met your gaze. You enjoyed the authentic emotion she was showing. “It’s fine.”

“I’m not making a good impression, am I?”

You shrugged playfully as you took a seat again, Taylor taking the seat opposite of you. “You could be doing worse.”

Taylor pushed a hand through her hair. “That’s not very reassuring.”

Again, you shrugged. “I never said I was trying to reassure you.”

For a moment she just stared at you then burst out laughing. You couldn’t help but duck your head at the sound. “I’m glad you aren’t. It’s refreshing.” She admitted when her laughter faded away.

“What? Honesty?” You chuckled as she nodded. “I hate to break it to you, but if authenticity is refreshing, you should probably reevaluate the people you surround yourself with.”

Her hands fiddled with the tea cup that you slid over to her. “Yeah, well, we can’t all be contrarians.” She retorted back.

Her words peaked your interest, you raised an eyebrow. “Did you just call me out?”

The smirk on her lips made you fidget in your seat. “How’s it feel to be on the other end?”

You nodded approvingly. “Touché, Taylor... Touché.”

“I read that book you told me about. The Middlemarch?” Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “I liked it.”

For some reason you couldn’t help but feel skeptical. “Did you really like it?”

Taylor nodded. “Yes, I did!”

“Okay.” You accepted her words as you took a sip of your tea. “Why?”

The woman sitting across from you faltered slightly. “Why?” She repeated back to you.

Your brows furrowed. “Yeah... Why did you like it?”

For a moment you watched in amusement as Taylor looked around the café as if it would hold the answers she was searching for. “I liked the characters?”

The response came out in the form of a question and you couldn’t help but feel entertained. “You know, you don’t have to pretend around me.”

Taylor’s cheeks flushed, seemingly bothered by you not believing her. “Okay. I hated it.”

You couldn’t help the boisterous laugh that fell from your lips. “That’s better!” You exclaimed. “Tell me why.”

“It’s just so pretentious and dull. I thought my eyes would fall from their sockets if I had to read another page.” She admitted flatly, her eyes shimmering with confusion when you smiled back at her.

“That’s what I like to hear!” You said encouragingly.

Taylor let out a disbelieving laugh. “What? I just insulted your favorite book.”

You nodded enthusiastically. “I know. It’s amazing.”

“You can’t be serious.” She mumbled suspiciously.

You leaned across the table slightly. “I am, and you know why? Because you’re finally being authentic.” Silence. “Look, Taylor, you don’t have to like this book because it’s my favorite or because it would make your followers think you're intriguing if you did. Ignore what everyone else is telling you to think because none of it matters. The way I see it is, you can lie and pretend to like what everyone says you should like and be miserable OR…”

Taylor leaned forward a bit as well. “Or?”

You smiled. “Or you can be honest and say when you hate something and talk about what you love instead… and be happy.”

Taylor’s breath hitched slightly and for a moment she just stared back at you. “Show me.”

“Show you what?” you questioned curiously.

“Show me how you see the world.”

For a moment you considered her words, your heart racing in your chest. “Well let’s start with this small little coastal town.” The invitation was wordless as you stood and offered her your hand.

Her hand twitched for a moment as if she was silently debating with herself. The smile she gave you when she finally took your hand took your breath away. You rolled your eyes at the way the owners watch you walk out of the shop hand-in-hand.

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“Babe.” Taylor whined quietly.

You raised an eyebrow in surprise. Smirking when you finally processed the word. After dating for a few weeks the term of endearment was new. “Babe you say?” You teased lightly.

Her cheeks flushed red. “When I asked you to take a picture of me, I meant with my phone not on film.” She mumbled, ignoring your question.

You decided you wouldn’t comment on it.

Just like you wouldn’t comment on the way she’d develop the film herself just like you taught her. You wouldn’t comment on the way she'd smile when they developed just right. You wouldn't comment when she would say how much better the picture looked on film… And you definitely wouldn’t comment on how endearing you found every single thing she did either.

“Taylor, everything looks-”

“Better on film.” She finished with a playful eyeroll. “I know. You probably tell me that mmm… at least once a day.”

Laughing quietly, you held the camera up to your eye, so you could focus the shot. “Only once a day? I’m going to need to step it up.”

Taylor shook her head lightly, her eyes twinkling from your antics and her lips forming into the beginnings of a genuine smile. You took the shot.

That was an authentic Taylor. No peace signs and fake smiles. The real Taylor was all twinkling eyes and crooked smiles. You had never seen a more beautiful sight.

And when she wandered over to press her lips tenderly against yours, you were sure you’d never felt anything more beautiful either.

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Taylor surprised you. And you fell for her. Fast.

Four months with her and you were certain you were ruined for anyone else.

She was something your heart had never expected.

“Babe?’ you hummed distractedly. “Babe!”

You blinked rapidly, refocusing on the world around you. “Yes?”

Taylor’s laugh drifted into your ears and you smiled at the sound. “I was asking if you’ve seen my Eagles shirt?”

“It was hanging on the door.” You mumbled. “Wait. Don’t you mean my Eagles shirt?”

She pecked your lips to avoid answering. “Thanks, babe!” Taylor winked and ran over to the door, pulling the shirt over her head. “Anything on the agenda for the day?”

You began getting dressed. “I have a photoshoot where they’re giving me complete creative freedom. Then I’m meeting with my manager since I have a few more offers to shoot a couple different things.”

A soft noise of excitement fell from her lips. “Everybody wants you.” She padded across the room, her arms draping around your shoulders. “And I have you.”

The smile on both your faces made it almost impossible to kiss, but you didn’t let that stop you.

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The movement around you faded out as you looked over your camera, feeding the film into the machine serenely. You had no idea who you were shooting today, but the company who booked you was very eager to work with you and let you have complete creative freedom. Complete creative freedom meant film for you. Not digital. The thought alone excited you. “She’s here. Are you ready?”

You looked up at your assistant after you were sure your camera was ready. “Did they water the rose bush?”

“Yes. I still don’t understand why you wanted a rose bush. We’re in the middle of a desert.” Your assistant mumbled.

“Double vision in a rose bush. An illusion… Because of the dessert. The beauty is an illusion?” You explained, rolling your eyes when you saw your assistant bite back a smile. “Shut up. Where’s this person?”

A small tap on your shoulder answered your question. “Looking for me?”

When you turned around you were met with the sight of a playful smirk on familiar lips. You squinted at her teasingly, hiding the surprise of seeing your girlfriend here. “Are you following me?”

“You’re the infamous photographer that this company was telling me about?” Taylor questioned back at you, feigning confusion.

You sent her a sarcastic smile. “No. I’m just an amateur that’s here to take pictures of you. I’m so nervous to be working with you!” You said mockingly.

Taylor groaned, the act falling away almost immediately. “That was a year ago. Before we even started dating! Are you ever going to let me live that down?”

“Hmm…” You pretended to think, your finger on your chin. “Nope.” You quipped back, popping your lips on the word.

You began walking away, smiling slightly when you saw Taylor fall into step beside you. “Maybe I’m nervous to work with you.” She said softly, taking your hand in her own and pressing a light kiss to the back of it. “After all, everybody wants you.”

“What a coincidence because I will only ever want you.” Before you reached the set-up, you turned to face her, pressing your forehead lightly against hers. “Tell me about something that makes you happy.”

Her soft breath fanned over your lips and the smile she sent you made your cheeks flush. “Well... She hates the sand but loves the beach. She practically lives on the coast she’s there so often. I sometimes need to call her out on her contrarian shit, but… I’ll never find a love as pure as her.” Her words were quiet, but sincere. Authentic. “Tell me about something you love.”

“She loves to sing to songs on the radio even if she doesn’t know the words, she dances like a goof when she’ s drunk, but she claims she doesn’t when she’s sober. Hmm… She steals my clothes.” Taylor giggled, and you couldn’t help but smile. “And more importantly, she’s also stolen my heart.” You mumbled, her lips connecting with yours almost as soon as the word left your mouth.

After a moment you pulled away, noticing your assistant walk up to you both. You turned to face her. “Never mind about what I said earlier. This beauty isn’t an illusion... and she never will be.”

That's all folks! And you all thought I couldn't write happy endings. Well, anyway, I hope you all enjoyed since this is fairly different from what I usually write.

Please let me know what you think because as always, thoughts and comments are always welcome!

P.s. Should I make a general tag list?

(P.p.s. if the Gerri stealers are reading this... rude.)

#taylor sloane #ingrid goes west #elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #taylor sloane x reader #taylor sloane x you #taylor sloane x y/n #taylor sloane imagine #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x you

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Bite

Pairing: Vamp!Lisa x Human!Fem!Reader

AU: Vampire

Word Count: ~ 5,564

Warnings / Misc. -- Mentions of Blood

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm alive! School has kept me crazy busy and I've had my hands full with other things as well, but I finished writing this one and I wanted to share with you lovely peeps. To everyone who stopped by to check in, and to those of you who’ve been patiently waiting, thank you endlessly. I love having you as my readers 💜

PS ~ I hope this isn't too bad for my first one shot in forever! Also, happy Lisa era. I’m so proud of our girl!

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Saturday, October 31st

You look like an idiot.

The nurse uniform you have on is obnoxiously cliché; short and tattered in various places to really sell the "sexy" aspect of it, little is left to the imagination. Fake blood stains dot the flimsy material in random patterns and mat some strands of the tacky blonde wig atop your head, making you look like something out of a B-movie at best.

A bonafide, absolute idiot.

When you express that sentiment to your best friend, she just rolls her eyes and holds out one last costume for you to try on. She had a few lined up in case you didn't like her other options, and clearly that's come in handy; you've already worked through the previous picks, so she crosses her fingers as your eyes skim over this one.

"Humor me, will you?" She asks, hoping that you'll give in and at least check this last one out.

"Fine, but this is your last chance. It had better be good." You raise a pointed finger at her in warning.

"I have a good feeling about this one," she says, smiling as you take the bag from her and slip into the dressing room one final time.

Her phone chimes soon after, and she's quick to retrieve it from her pocket.

Willow: Are you guys almost here?? Jackson's been asking about you.

Your best friend bites her lip at that, nervously nibbling on it as she rereads the message to make sure she didn't imagine the last part. She's liked Jackson since middle school, and he'll be swinging by the party that you've all been invited to; that's one of the main reasons she begged you to come with her tonight.

Y/BFFs/N: Still getting ready. We'll be there ASAP tho!

Willow: Alright, we'll see you soon. Don't take all night, or else👩🤛

Y/BFFs/N: Yah, cut the violence!

The sound of your best friend's soft giggling fills the air just as you manage to fasten the costume's last zipper and pull its hood over your head.

Surprise etches its way into your features as you do a spin, taking in the sight of yourself through the full length mirror of the dressing room. The outfit's red and black color schemes complement each other beautifully, giving you a powerful and sensual appeal that the other costumes didn't even stand a chance of doing. You look alluring in every sense of the word.

"Holy shit," your best friend says when you emerge, striking a pose. "You look hot!" She squeals, clapping a few times in quick succession.

There's no way you think this one looks bad.

"I think Wanda would be proud," you grin, tilting your head up and wrapping the cape around your neck.

"One hundred percent," Y/BFFs/N nods adamantly, in total agreement. The Scarlet Witch getup really compliments your features.

"Now," she starts, changing topics as she looks in the reflection of her phone's dark screen to adjust some of her hair that's gone astray. "Let's pay and then go. Willow's looking for us, and my future man's wondering where I am, too."

"Hell yeah!" You chuckle, patting her on the back. "I'll help you finally land him so you can stop pining."

You watch as she takes a moment to decide between coming up with a decent rebuttal to defend herself or agreeing with you, and you smile when she goes for the latter.

"I'd accept nothing less," she says, holding her head high like a princess. "You are my wingwoman, after all."

"And the best one in town," you add, tugging her towards the register. She reaches into her purse and pulls out the money to pay before politely handing it to the cashier.

The teenage boy takes it with a small smile, though the action looks a little comical as his upper lip gets caught on the cheap, plastic fangs he's sporting. His knock-off version of Dracula is definitely…. something… and you can tell that his managers forced him to wear it for the holiday.

"Come back and s-shhee us," he says, handing your change back. Your best friend takes it, failing to contain her laughter at his messy speech. He blushes crimson, likely cursing the plastic teeth for making him look a fool.

"We surely will," you respond, giving him a comforting smile to keep his embarrassment at bay. He nods gratefully, and you're quickly pulled out of the store by your best friend.

"Happy Halloween!" You shout over your shoulder, accompanied by the chime of the bell over the door.

"You too," he calls back, letting out a soft sigh.

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20 Minutes Later -- The Party

Upon rounding the front of your car and stepping up onto the sidewalk outside of Willow's house, your attention is immediately caught by the numerous decorations that she put up last week.

"Huh," you mumble, gazing up at the skeleton that towers above you, standing 12 feet tall. "I think it's safe to say that this is her favorite holiday…"

"What makes you think that?" Your best friend plays, feigning ignorance as she pops up from behind a life-sized, animatronic Jason Voorhees.

"I don't know," you tut, admiring Willow's hard work a little longer. "Just a feeling."

Y/BFFs/N giggles in her unique way, making you smile at the sound as the two of you make your way up the path towards the house. You gaze down at your feet, careful to step on the stones of the walkway and avoid the motion-activated hands that scramble out of the weeds to grab unsuspecting guests.

Having known Willow your entire childhood, you've grown used to her ways.

*knock knock*

A strong, iconic synth bassline sounds off from inside, filling the otherwise quiet night around you with its catchy beat as you wait to be let in. Its sound is well known, and you almost instantly recognize it as "Sweet Dreams" by the Eurythmics.

A few seconds later, you hear clambering from inside, followed by concerning groans and shouted apologies.

Y/BFFs/N arches a skeptical brow at you, perfectly mirroring your thoughts.

Directly after, the door swings open in a flash, and you're nearly tackled by a whizz of curly hair.

"There you guys are!" Willow shrieks, pulling the two of you close as she nuzzles her face against your cheeks.

"Yep, here we are," you struggle out, nearly being strangled in her tight grip. She responds by squeezing you even tighter, blinded by her joy at seeing you again.

After all, it's been a while since all three of you have had the opportunity to spend the night partying together like this.

"Can't… breathe," Y/BFFs/N squeaks, successfully getting Willow to release you.

"Sorry," she apologizes, stepping back. "I'm just so happy you're here."

The freckles that spread across the bridge of her nose look especially adorable with the blush she's sporting, and her shy grin makes you forget about the near-fatality you just encountered moments before.

"We're happy to be here," you reassure her, returning her smile.

Your best friend agrees from beside you, nodding her head with a happy look of her own. "Believe it or not, we've missed your weirdness." She adds, cocking her head to the side.

Willow giggles again, and her eyes crinkle up into those half crescents that could surely melt even the iciest of hearts. She's practically sunshine in human form, and you have to resist the urge to shield your eyes.

"Yo, Willow! Who's at the door?"

Jackson.

You feel your best friend tense beside you, and you subtly pat her leg to calm her down.

Willow falls silent, though her lips go through the beginning stages of answering him; they open and purse, but she quickly halts her reply and shuts her mouth. She knows of Y/BFFs/N's crush on him, and she doesn't want to say the wrong thing.

Plus, if the lovesick girl wants to run and hide in the bushes, Willow's silence could buy her some time to slip away.

But alas, she doesn't.

Jackson appears in the doorway a mere 5 seconds after asking his question with a beer clutched in his hand. He moves to lean against the wooden frame as his pearly smile beams at you, and Y/BFFs/N audibly swallows at the sight.

For someone who's usually so confident, she can really be shy sometimes.

"Lovely to see you, ladies," he greets, putting his free hand in front of him as he bows. His accent is modeled after that of Jack Sparrow, as is his surprisingly well designed costume.

You nod back at him. "Hey, Jackson. Long time no see."

You elbow your best friend when she remains silent for a beat too long, and the action snaps her back to reality.

"Yeah, hey Jackson." Her voice is quiet -- she doesn't trust it to refrain from cracking.

He smiles, not failing to notice the nervous aura that's quickly taken over the girl beside you. Her eyes nearly pop out of her head when he gives her a curious once-over, and you take that as your cue to save her from the impending embarrassment that's lurking just around the corner.

"Alright, guys!" You clap, stepping forward. "Let's get to partying."

Her shoulders relax, and you feel her slip her hand into yours as you enter the house, squeezing twice as a silent thank you.

15 Minutes Later

Willow stands beside you in the kitchen, mixing a few things together in one of the millions of red solo cups that she bought for tonight. You sneak a peek over her shoulder at the concoction, seeing its light blue color turn purple-ish as she adds a new liquor into the equation.

In comparison to typical house parties, this one is relatively small; most of the rooms are filled with people, but it's a comfortable amount. Maneuvering around the place is fairly easy, which is always a plus when you're coexisting with sweaty, drunk people.

"Willow, love, why did you buy so many cups?" You ask, toying with the ripped plastic packaging of one of the stacks.

"You know I like to be prepared," she laughs, brushing off her major miscalculation. "Plus I can just use the rest of them at my next party."

You nod, knowing she's right. "Are you having another soon?"

"I think so. Jiu and her crew are coming back in a couple weeks, so I thought I'd surprise them with one."

You scoff, humor laced in the sound. "What, they didn't get enough partying done at their university already?"

Willow turns around, grinning at you as she hands you your drink. "Evidently campus police keep a close eye on them. Siyeon whined about that a lot when she called me."

"Sounds like her," you chuckle into your cup as you take a sip.

PFFT

"Eww, Willow! What did you put in this?!"

Your spit take didn't land on anyone, thankfully, but it did capture the attention of some people nearby. You wave a hand at them as a silent apology, and they go back to their previous tasks.

The curly headed prankster covers her mouth, though the action does a terrible job of quieting her maniacal laughter.

"You're lucky Y/BFFs/N isn't over here," you say, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. "She'd avenge me."

Willow uses a napkin to dab the tears of laughter from her eyes. "Why else do you think I waited until she was busy with Jackson?" She asks, motioning to her lounge room across the foyer.

You look inside, spotting Y/BFFs/N holding a pool cue in her hand as Jackson sinks another shot into one of the corner pockets.

The sight reminds you of the pep talk and 2 shots of liquid courage you gave her earlier, and how she disappeared with the promise to make a move and actually talk to him. Now, she looks completely absorbed in whatever banter they're sharing, and although your violated taste buds still ache from the sickly-sweet mixture that Willow made, you wouldn't want her to be anywhere else.

You can get your own revenge.

Sneaking a glance around the kitchen, you search for something to help with your retaliation. A small package of streamers lays abandoned on the island, forgotten to be put up earlier, and you slyly grin. Their ribbons sparkle with glitter, shimmering as the multicolored party lights stream in from the living room and land on them.

It's as if the universe is putting a spotlight on them, just for you.

After side eyeing Willow one final time to ensure that she isn't catching onto your plan, you act quickly. She stands beside the counter, right where you left her, and you dart to the island to grab the streamers. Your fingertips soon gain purchase on the packaging, and you tear it open in one swift motion.

Her gaze locks onto yours just as you near her, but it's far too late for her to get away.

"Take this!" You declare, upending the baggie atop her head. She shrieks as they cascade down her body, getting caught in the creases and wrinkles of her costume as they go. A small wave of glitter tumbles out of the bag as well, coating her hair and clothes.

Boy, that'll be fun to try and get out later.

Her head slowly raises once you finish your assault and place the baggie on the countertop beside you, but the look in her eye is unlike anything you've ever seen.

"You're dead," she warns. Just as the smile drops from your face, an even larger, more sinister one begins forming on hers.

The floor creaks beneath your feet slightly as you take a step back, and you know you have to high tail it out of there if you want to evade her.

"Catch me if you can!" You shout, springing into action. You turn around and dart out of the room, gliding past numerous partygoers in the hall.

Willow's choice of footwear works in your favor, you soon realize; the sharp rapping sound of her heels pierces the air behind you, serving as a tell of how much distance is between you.

Her unstable platforms buy you a little time, and you thank the universe as you rush through the living room and back towards the foyer. You plan to cut across it and hide out in one of the bathrooms until she drops her plan for revenge.

A grin pulls at your cheeks as you skid into one of the walls, looking like a character from Scooby-Doo as you will your feet to work correctly again and get you to safety. Willow laughs behind you, joining in on the fun.

"Perfect," you mutter under your breath, spotting a clear path through the foyer. It leads under the stairs, and you can see the open door of the bathroom from where you are.

Your feet take you past a handful of drunk people, bobbing and weaving through them with ease, before you're racing towards the restroom to take cover.

Before you can make it there, though, you collide with someone rather abruptly as they step straight into your path.

Your eyes shut tightly as you brace yourself for impact with the ground, but it never comes. The person reaches out and catches you before you can hit the floor, and a soft apology slips past their lips as they scoop you up.

Upon hearing that uniquely feminine voice speak its regret again, you peek your eyes open. What you see nearly makes the woman's effort to keep you upright moot; she's so gorgeous that your legs almost give out from underneath you.

Dirty blonde locks cascade over her shoulders in soft waves, half-mussed, half-pristine from your run-in. Her doe eyes are a velvety chocolate color, and you find yourself getting lost in them. Flickers of red show in them, illuminating almost rhythmically the longer she admires you.

Are those contacts? You ask yourself. They have to be.

She seems to be just as affected by your presence as you are of hers.

"Y/N, I'm coming to get you!"

Willow does her best to sound like a villain from a 90s horror film as she clambers her way closer to you, bumping into a few people on the way. You're brought out of your stupor by her rapidly approaching footsteps, and you take a step away from the woman. Her hands fall from your waist, where they had previously been resting.

Stealing a quick look at the bathroom, you feel your stomach turn.

Damnit. Someone's in there now.

Screw this sexy stranger for distracting you. Now you'll have to deal with Willow's wrath.

"What's wrong?"

There's that voice again.

Part of you wants to brush it off and slip away quietly, but an even bigger part of you is determined to stay where you are and tell her. Something about her pulls you in, and you're having a hard time denying it.

"I need to hide. I glitter-fied my friend and now she's coming after me."

The woman's plump lips pull back in a humored smile, and she nods as a chuckle leaves her. "Right," she says, like that's a common occurrence. "I can help, if you'd like."

"How?" You ask, your brows momentarily knitting together in confusion. When she unties and opens the black cloak that's wrapped around her body, your breath catches.

"You in?" She asks, side eyeing the foyer as Willow nearly careens into the Egyptian vase that her mother bought her last year for Christmas.

You take a deep breath and hold your hand out to her just as Willow rounds the corner, and she swiftly pulls you in close before you can be spotted. She winds the cloak around both of your bodies, concealing your faces as the fur-lined hood falls atop your heads.

Unconsciously, you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her flush up against you to further ensure your safety. She quietly grunts when she stumbles over her own feet, falling into you a little.

"Sorry," she whispers, though her third apology of the night is unnecessary. You almost want to thank her for what happened.

Especially when her warm breath fans across your right cheek, where her head is angled.

Every breath you take pushes you closer to each other, and the satin shirt she's wearing slides against your heated skin. She swallows thickly as one of your hands falls to the small of her back, testing the waters.

When she shifts a little to encourage you, you're acutely aware of the thigh that's worked its way between your legs.

When did that happen?

You bite back a sigh as she just smirks, quietly shushing you.

Willow thunders by, shouting your name and threatening to throw you into the pool when she tracks you down. You want to laugh at that, but you'd honestly welcome it right now. Some cold water would surely bring you to your senses after being led astray by this goddess in front of you.

Her footsteps grow distant as she makes her way outside, still searching.

The two of you remain as you are for a couple more minutes until you're certain that the coast is clear, and then you part. When she lowers the cloak, you look away; a deep blush has worked its way up your neck and across your cheeks, and letting her see it would surely make you die of embarrassment.

She keeps her eyes on you as she reties the cover around herself, attempting to get a read on you. The bashful aura that's befallen you is cute, no doubt, but she can sense your arousal. She can smell it on you, and the scent is beginning to drive her crazy.

You fiddle with the sleeves of your costume, readjusting them nervously.

"So, um… thanks," you say, sneaking a glance up at her.

The red hues in her eyes are even more pronounced now, and the sight makes you press further into the wall behind you -- the one that you were previously pushed up against.

"No problem," she smiles, showing off her pearly white teeth. Two of them catch your attention; a set of fangs now shine, looking alluring and threatening all at the same time.

There's only one issue: you're certain that they weren't there when you first bumped into her. When did she put them in? And why do they look so real?

The feeling of her hand landing on your forearm pulls you away from the millions of questions that're firing off in your head right now.

"May I ask your name?" She politely requests, dipping her head down sweetly.

"Y/N," you breathe out, quickly realizing that you'd do just about anything she asked you to.

"Y/N." She repeats, allowing the letters to blend in her mouth as they roll off her tongue. She looks satisfied for some reason as she says it again, trying it out.

"I'm Lisa."

"It's nice to officially meet you," you smile, reaching a hand out. Her touch is gentle but firm as she takes it, shaking it with ease.

"Likewise, beautiful."

The grin on your face only widens at the name, and you pull your hand away out of fear of what she might do next. She's already putting you under her spell, and you're sure that another touch would have you fully entranced.

She studies you with pursed lips for a moment, clearly debating on something. Her eyes flicker over the dips and curves of your body as a smirk grows on her lips.

"What are you thinking?" You question, curious but teasing.

"That I'd love to have your body on mine again."

She's bold, and she says it like the fact it is. No shame, no bashfulness. Just true, honest desire.

You bite the inside of your cheek at her bravery, silently thanking the universe for it. The likelihood of you gaining the courage to make a move is slim to none even in the best cases, and this was no exception. She already has your heart skipping beats and you've only known her a few minutes.

"How about a dance?" She suggests, quirking a brow. The look on her face disarms your defenses, and you take a deep breath before agreeing to your demise.

"That sounds wonderful."

She dips her head again, hiding her face away momentarily, and you think it's the cutest thing ever.

She's shy all of a sudden as her cool demeanor slips up a bit, and that never happens. You might just be her downfall, too.

She holds an elbow out and steps forward, allowing you to link your arm with hers and cuddle in close.

Her eyes scan across the living room as she studies it, but she's unimpressed.

Sweaty, winding bodies thrash around to some upbeat pop song that's been overplayed on every radio station in town for weeks now, and the idea of taking you there puts her off.

When a drunk boy comes into view with a dildo strapped to his forehead, her mind is officially made up.

"Let's go outside," she says, leading you through the patio doors.

A quaint gazebo sits on one side of the yard, and the dance floor that Willow's family installed a couple years ago occupies the other. Both are decorated with string lights in combinations of gold, purple, black, and orange. Other ornaments adorn the surfaces as well, and you smile when you spot a comically large spider sat atop the gazebo's roof.

"Where would you like to go?" Lisa asks, keeping her voice low. It's calm and deep, running a chill through you.

Softer music plays out here, offering a totally different vibe than inside. Some couples -- many of them introverted, assumably -- sway on the dancefloor as the DJ that Willow hired takes a sip of her drink on the raised stage. She adjusts a few switches slowly, not rushing for a second.

"Let's try the gazebo," you decide, glancing over your shoulder at Lisa. She's looking away, but you don't think anything of it as the two of you fall in step with one another on your way over.

Shit, Lisa thinks to herself.

Her plans to come to this party, feed, and make a quick getaway are totally derailed. She'd hoped to find a victim that she was attracted to but didn't like, if that even makes sense, and feed like the animal she is. Then she would leave them like all the rest, drained but still alive, and slip away.

But now she's met you, and any desire for those plans have been thrown out the window.

You interest her, and that doesn't happen often. She hasn't met someone who's been capable of doing that in years, and she's intrigued. Something about you just pulls her in, inexplicably, and she knows her feelings would be glaringly obvious if you saw her face right now.

"Woah, look at this," you sigh, stepping out of her hold to check the place out. A bench runs the perimeter of the gazebo, only stopping at the doorway, and the lights look even prettier from inside. They shimmer, looking like star showers as their strings hang down in the windowless openings of the building.

Lisa quickly learns that she loves seeing you like this. Your eyes are alight, and your sweet smile of wonder warms her heart. Her hands slip into her pockets as she eventually manages to take her eyes off you, following your lead as she admires the decorations.

She does a twirl, looking around.

"It's gorgeous."

"I know, right? This is totally up Willow's alley," you say, grinning at the mental image that you can conjure up of her giddily spiffing the scene up.

"I'll have to thank her for making it look so special, then," Lisa says, smiling. The place really makes you feel like you're in your own little world; everything about it is just right. The ambience, the decor, the company… it’s perfect, and Lisa's content with how the evening is playing out.

Her fingers skate down your arm as she nears you, trekking their way down to your palm. She takes your hand and spins you, watching with admiration as your hair flows in the breeze. Now facing her, you thread your fingers together around the back of her neck as she encircles your waist with her arms.

"Why have I never seen you around?" You ask sincerely, looking up at her.

She hesitates briefly. "My university is a few towns over. I just come here to visit my family every few months."

Not a total lie, she thinks to herself.

"And stop by terrible parties like this, of course." You add, smirking.

She shakes her head at that. "No, I can't say I do. I just decided to check this one out on my way to my friend's house." She explains.

Underneath your cloak, her hands find their way to the small of your back. One stays put while the other dips a little lower, testing the waters.

"And besides," she starts again, feeling you pull her closer. "Meeting you here automatically makes this an awesome party. Not terrible."

"Cheeeesy!" You scrunch your face up and groan, making her laugh.

"Maybe, but it's the truth."

"Sure, Lisa."

She shakes her head and you laugh lightly together, still swaying about. You hold her close enough to rest your head on her shoulder, and the pads of your thumbs rub small circles on the sensitive skin of her neck. She hums at the feeling, and you take note of the way she relaxes in your arms.

The night breeze appears again, performing a flowing dance of its own as it lulls past you in waves. A slight chill resides in it, mixed with a generous amount of the day's sweet, fading heat, and you're at peace.

The slow song that had been playing across the yard ends delicately, parting with some melodic feature that resembles a warm embrace, and it blends seamlessly into the next song.

Turning Page, you recognize it as.

Huh, how ironic. One of your favorites.

Lisa's lips brush against your cheek as she turns her head slightly, whispering, "I like this one, too."

How did she know? You ask yourself. You hadn't said it out loud…

Maybe she's just a good guesser. Yeah, that's gotta be it.

You feel yourself melt as she begins singing the words to you. It's hushed and sentimental -- meant only for your ears to hear, and that makes it even more special to you.

"If I had only felt the warmth within your touch"

She croons, pressing her cheek against your warm skin. You blush, catching yourself when you remember what the next line of the song is.

"If I had only seen how you smile when you blush"

She brings a hand up to cup your cheek in her palm, and her other arm remains around you, holding you tenderly.

"Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough"

Now, her thumb runs across your bottom lip. You look into her eyes and find them an even deeper shade of red than they had been before, but it doesn't frighten you for some reason. She glances down at your mouth again, fighting her impatience as she waits for permission from you.

"I would have known what I was living for all along"

You nod and lace your fingers in her locks, and she doesn't waste another second.

She leans in, humming against your lips when they meet hers for the first time. Her lipgloss spreads across them upon contact, smudging its precise application, but she doesn't seem to care in the slightest. She draws you in closer, and you bring both of your hands around to cup her face as you deepen the kiss.

Her mouth is welcoming against yours, and it moves languidly as you get adjusted to one another. Every move makes you feel dizzier than the one before it, and swarms of butterflies take flight in your stomach with no signs of stopping.

She nips at your bottom lip as her hands dip far lower than before, now kneading your ass as your kisses continue to work her up.

"Fuck," you curse, breaking away from her lips to catch your breath. She's stolen it all from you, and yet she's still not ready to give you a rest; her mouth drops to your jaw, embracing your skin there before moving down to your neck.

She doesn't realize how dangerous the game she's playing truly is until it's almost too late.

Her lips press to the area just above your pulsepoint, where she's learned over the years that blood pumps the hardest and tastes the sweetest. She draws it into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the area as her ears perk up at the breathless sound of your moans. They spur her on, and she nips at the skin, surely leaving a hickey.

Her senses become even more clouded when you say her name, the title caught somewhere between a whine and command, and she feels the strong impulse to claim you. The sensation is overwhelming, and she knows you can feel it too.

Your hands tug on the collar of her shirt as she lets her fangs fully extend, no longer suppressing them. They rake across your pulsepoint, making you shiver against her.

"Please…"

That's all you manage to get out before they pierce your skin, eliciting a whimper from you. Blood fills her mouth instantly, sliding across her taste buds in velvety waves and calming her constant craving. Your hands tighten in her hair, and the delicious twinge of pain that it provides only encourages her more.

Your blood is different than anything she's ever tasted; it's richer -- sweeter. A throaty groan leaves her as she savors it, and you shut your eyes in pleasure. It's addicting, but she knows she has to stop herself before she hurts you. If she continues like this much longer, she won't have the willpower to let go.

She retracts her fangs as she licks your taste from them, and then you feel her warm tongue clean the wound she made. It stings a bit, but in all the right ways.

When she pulls back to look at you, she finds your eyes half-lidded and a pleased smile on your face. It nearly kills her, then and there.

Her gaze flickers back to your neck to admire the hickie she made earlier, but what she sees surprises her. Below it is a darker, more prominent marking that she's only seen other vampires leave behind before.

Definitely not a hickie.

Your brows furrow as you look at her neck as well, noticing a faint outline of something growing darker by the second. Blinking a few times to ensure that you aren't hallucinating, you find that it's really there.

"Lisa, what's on your neck?" You ask.

"A soulmate mark." She responds, feeling a sense of belonging settle over her as she looks at you again. You just confirmed her suspicions by asking that.

"Same as yours," she smiles.

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randomshyperson · 4 years ago

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Hello, can I request a Modern AU Wanda x Female Reader with the song If You Asked Me To by Angeline Quinto? Where basically Wanda and R are in this middle area of not being official and on and off relationship because Wanda has had shitty ex’s that have cheated on her. And hopefully happy ending? :)

I followed your request, but I don't know if it was exactly what you expected hahaha I hope you like it anyway.

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - If You Asked Me To

Part 2 (Smut Special)

Summary: Prompt request “ Modern AU Wanda x Female Reader with the song If You Asked Me To by Angeline Quinto? Where basically Wanda and R are in this middle area of not being official and on and off relationship because Wanda has had shitty ex’s that have cheated on her.”

Words: 6.432K || Read on AO3

Warnings: Brief smut i think, cursing, mentions of drinking, a bit of angst, teasing, dirty talk, college au.

Marks: @abimess

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You were very angry with your best friend.

Carol Danvers made you drive three hours to her university and her dorm, only to leave you locked out.

You were calling for the ninth or tenth time when the phone went to voicemail again and you resisted the urge to throw the phone away and left a new message.

"Carol, if you haven't had an accident, I'm going to strangle you when you get here." You grumbled against the device. "I'm at your dorm door, where the hell are you?"

You waited for another fifteen minutes before a redheaded girl approached you, clearly wanting to open the door.

"Can I help you?" She asked curiously, you let out a sigh.

"You must be Natasha, Carol told me about you." You say and the girl confirms with a nod. "I'm her friend from NYU, she just stood me up."

The girl laughed lightly as she unlocked the door.

"No, she's just drunk in the building next door." She told you and you frowned. "Steve Rogers is having a party in the boys' dorm, and the last time I saw her, she was dancing on the table."

Natasha came into the room, beckoning you to follow her. She threw the bag she was carrying on the bed, and you threw your backpack on the bed that was supposed to be Carol's.

"I'm going to kill her." You grumble angrily, and Nat laughs.

"Please don't do that, nice roommates are hard to find." She jokes, sitting down on the bed. You laugh, taking one last look at your cell phone.

"Are you going to stick around?" You ask and the girl looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "Carol had told me that you were going to sleep with your boyfriend or something, so the bed would be free." You clarify with flushed cheeks.

Nat bites her lips, slightly thoughtful.

"It's that option off." She comments. "We broke up tonight so."

"Damn, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." She assures with a smile. "He was kind of a jerk. And I do prefer chicks anyway."

You nod, not really knowing what to say. Nat looks at you with squinted eyes.

"Are you into girls?" She asks suddenly and you feel your cheeks heat up.

"S-sure." You reply. "But I'm not interested in you." You say and she raises her eyebrows in surprise, and you hasten to add. "No, sorry. Damn it is... I didn't mean it like that... I.... You're pretty and all but.... I don't... " You start to ramble on and she crosses her arms, looking at you with an amused smile on her lips. You take a deep breath before responding more firmly. "I meant that I'm already dating someone."

Nat laughs.

"I don't see a ring."

You blush looking at your hands at the same moment, and then looking at her.

"I..."

"I'm just messing with you." She says next, and you sigh with relief. But then she has a mischievous expression next. "But if you want my advice, I would put on a ring. A pretty girl like you sometimes needs a chain."

You swallowed dryly, looking away quickly. And then the door opened, and your best friend stumbled drunkenly inside, and she was not alone.

"Wow, I didn't know there were people here" Complains a very pretty black girl holding your friend by the waist and slightly startled when she notices you. Carol had her back turned and blinked in surprise when she turned around, clearly drunk. You crossed your arms.

"Hey, I know you!" She laughingly commented pointing her finger at you. You rolled your eyes, not being able to stay mad at her like that. It was funny.

"Ah, I have one of those faces you know." You commented with a smile. "Or maybe it's the fucking picture of us on your headboard."

Carol looked at you for a second and then let out a surprised exclamation, throwing her arms around you.

"I can't believe you're here! I've missed you so much!" she exclaimed happily hugging you and you rolled your eyes, laughing at her inebriated state. You held out your hand to greet the other girl as Carol stood over you.

"You must be Maria, right?" you asked and she confirmed with a nod, half embarrassed. "I was hoping to meet you over coffee, but I guess this will do."

Maria laughs lightly, she too looks drunk.

You sigh impatiently as you take Carol's arms off of you.

"We'll have a talk about commitment when you're sober, my sweet friend." You say to the blonde, who just smiles at you.

"Let's get something to drink while these two make out." Natasha comments getting up and pulling you by the hand.

//-//

You both end up in the dorm cafeteria, and you rub your forehead lightly, feeling tired.

"Is there somewhere for me to sleep, around here?" You ask Nat as you sit down at one of the tables. "I really don't want to drive to a motel."

Nat stands thoughtfully for a few seconds.

"You can sleep in Maria's bed, since she's sleeping with Carol." She suggests and you sigh, taking a sip of the drink you bought from the machine. The coffee was not good, and you grimaced.

"God, that's awful." You comment and Nat laughs.

"Yeah, nobody ever orders that."

"And why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I love to mess with the NYU kids."

You look at her in surprise, but then you laugh and Nat follows you.

"Fair enough." You grumble. The rivalry between the two colleges was not something unfamiliar to you.

"You might as well try Rogers' party." She starts with a suggestive smile. "Find a one-night stand, and get a bed to share."

You frown.

"I already told you I'm taken."

Nat laughs, taking a sip of her soda before speaking again.

"Yeah, and I'm not buying it."

You laugh, running your hands through your hair. Then you pull your cell phone out of your jacket pocket, and look for a picture in your gallery. You sigh when you don't find what you're looking for.

"Okay, I don't have any pictures with her, but that doesn't mean I'm lying..."

Nat laughs, placing the drink on the table and reaching for your cell phone, turning it over to herself. A picture of a redheaded girl on the glass screen.

"She's pretty." Nat comments. "Why don't you have pictures?"

You sigh, deciding if you should share with someone you just met. From what Carol said, Natasha was a nice girl. And honestly, you already liked her.

"We're not an official thing yet." You say shrugging, and putting your cell phone away, then putting your hands in your pockets. "Well, we are a thing. I'm just not sure what."

"Wow, that's trouble." She comments. "This kind of thing usually ends with everyone getting hurt."

"Yeah, I know." You mumble half annoyed. "But that it's temporary. We just need to connect properly, and everything will work out."

Nat looks at you with an insinuating smile.

"Someone is very much in love." She scoffs and you shrug, blushing. "That explains your gay panic earlier when I flirted with you."

You laugh sheepishly.

"Shut up."

//-//

You become friends with Natasha Romanoff after that. And now, almost three months later, you are single. Again.

"You know what, Wanda, do whatever you want." You retort angrily before slamming the door on your way out.

The first place you end up is in the outdoor area of the campus, sitting under one of the trees with your eyes closed.

"You young people are so dramatic." You hear a female voice comment wryly and open your eyes to face Professor Harkness, who teaches Social Psychology, standing in front of you with her hands in the pockets of her cardigan. She was probably one of the most controversial people you knew, impeccable teacher, but with questionable jokes. You liked her however.

"Hi, Mrs. Harkness." You mumbled.

"May I ask why you are striking the pose of the dramatic hero in a romance film? There are literally dry leaves falling all around you." She teases with a smile, you chuckle lightly.

"It's nothing, Mrs. Harkness." You tell her and she makes a slight movement with her head, indicating for you to walk with her. You sigh before standing up.

"I was talking to Principal Okoye at the entrance to the girls' dorm about the new coffee machines they installed in the teachers' lounge, and I, as well as the rest of the dorm, overheard your little disagreement with Miss Maximoff." She told as you walked side by side. You bit the inside of your cheeks, embarrassed. "Of course, my concern is that your grades will be affected by this conflict."

You laugh lightly, staring at the path in front of you. Mrs. Harkness was known for getting involved in the personal dramas of the students, and seemed to get a good kick out of it. You sighed lightly.

"Wanda and I are taking a break." You counters, and Harkness gives a chuckle.

"Young people, and these new forms of relationships." She retorts. "In my day we had one date and we were already getting married!"

"Is that why you divorced Professor Bohner?" You retort and Harkness seems impressed that you strike back, but laughs.

"Don't be a smart-ass, huh?"

You laugh, shaking your head slightly. A moment later, Agatha speaks again.

"Maybe I'm not in my position to comment, but I'm going to bring it up anyway." She begins. "I've noticed that you get especially quiet in my classes when you have some disagreement with Mrs.Maximoff, which is a shame, since I love the debates you bring to my class."

"I'm really starting to believe that all this talk is about the subject matter." You retort with a smile and you stop walking at a crossroads. The teacher smiles at you.

"Next week we're going to have an important test." She says. "Maybe you two should work things out between yourselves so that it doesn't affect your grades."

"Thanks for the warning, Ms.Harkness." You comment with an embarrassed smile.

She nods before walking toward the main building. You head in the opposite direction, thinking about spending some time in the game room.

//-//

You are playing pool when Tony Stark joins you. Resisting the urge to use the stick on his face instead of the ball, you take a deep breath and play.

"What's up, Y/N?" He asks with a cocky little smile and you roll your eyes. From the timing and the annoying way rumors were spreading around the university, he should have heard about your little disagreement with Wanda.

"I'd watch your next words if I were you, Stark." You mumble menacingly. "I'm the one holding a bat."

He laughs, raising his hands in surrender for a moment. A drink that should be whiskey dangling between his fingers.

"I came here as a friend." He retorts and you watch the table, waiting for your partner, Clint Barton, to make his move.

"We're not friends." You say and Stark laughs again, making an expression of fake offense that makes you roll your eyes in impatience. "What do you want?”

"A favor."

"God must be testing me." You say bending down to make your move in the game. Stark smiles realizing that you will listen to what he has to say.

"I'm having a party on Saturday." He begins and you walk around the table. "I wish your friend Pepper was there."

"Do I look like a cupid, Stark?" You retort impatiently. "Even more so for someone like you. I wouldn't do that to Pepper."

Stark laughs awkwardly.

"Hey, come on." He says. "This story again? I already apologized, it's water under the bridge."

You grip the bat tightly, looking at Stark angrily, and he sighs. "Look, I'm not like that anymore, okay?" he continues. "Pepper is a nice girl, and I'm trying to get serious with her, but she blocked me and I can't invite her to a party."

"You're ridiculous." You comment impatiently. "Knowing you, you'll hound me until I say yes. Tell you what, I'll tell Pepper you're having a party, and you don't talk to me for the next year, okay?"

Tony let out an exclamation of celebration and rushed to give you a kiss on the cheek before quickly pulling away before you slapped him. He ran outside, waving and laughing.

"You know, I'm still amazed at how cool you can be." Clint comments as you turn your attention back to the game. You blink in confusion.

"Why do you say that?"

"I would have killed Tony if he had done what he did to Wanda to Laura." He says as you play along. "I think it's pretty mature the way you both went through it, and you forgave him despite everything."

You shake your head.

"He didn't do anything to me, I have nothing to forgive." You retort. "I've known him since he was a kid, and he's always been a jerk." You say. "After what happened, I was very angry. But then time passed, and he's just a colleague now. If he leaves me alone, I have no reason to fight with him."

"Yet here you are arranging a date for him."

You let out a chuckle.

"Oh, yeah." You say. "How long before Tony finds out that Pepper is engaged, I wonder."

Clint blinks and then lets out a laugh.

"I'm impressed."

"Don't be." You say. "The best advantage of that story is that he won't talk to me for a whole year."

Clint laughs and you two play in silence.

When you finish, with him winning by a few points, it is you who pays the bill as you both bet.

On the way out, Laura calls him, and you go back to your dorm.

//-//

You skip the first period on Friday, Art History, because you sleep too much after staying up at dawn re-reading your messages with Wanda.

It's frustrating the way you can't get her out of your head.

Stumbling out of your bed, you are still yawning when you get out of the shower, and then you put on your first set of sweatshirts and leave for your next class.

Professor Harkness is already in the classroom when you enter.

You look at Wanda, already seated in one of the back seats when you sit down, but she quickly looks away from you.

"Dears, today I've brought a very relevant topic for our end-of-semester paper" Agatha begins as everyone sits down, and the bell rings. She has a twinkle in her eyes that makes you frown. "Let's talk a little about relationships today."

You look at the teacher in disbelief, and Harkness actually had the audacity to throw you a little smile before turning on the slides.

Sighing, you laid your head on one of your arms, starting to make some notes, knowing that this was going to be a long and awkward lesson.

"And so we can conclude that setting boundaries turns out to be a crucial part of a healthy relationship." Said Professor Harkness many minutes later. You were drawing a small doll with your pencil on the sheet and were startled when she called your name next. "Honey, I wanted your opinion on this topic."

You blinked in confusion, shaking your head slightly. Looking forward, you noticed that Agatha was pointing to the slide. The topic was "How to avoid fights and emotional fallout in a relationship?"

You mumbled to yourself that it was a great question, and Agatha asked you to speak up.

Blushing a little, you took a deep breath, trying to think of a decent answer.

"I would say that communication is one of the most important steps, Ms. Harkness." You answer then Agatha smiles at you.

"Yes, that is correct." She says. "And talking is the key. Not arguing, or accusing. Or offend. Talk."

You risk looking behind you and blush when you find Wanda already looking at you. You quickly turn your head forward. This is so childish, you think, trying to turn your attention back to class.

//-//

After your last period, you want to sleep. But there is a flood in the ladies' room and the dormitory is in absolute chaos, and it is also very hot, so you are heading outside two minutes after you have arrived in your room.

Your roommate, Darcy Lewis, catches up with you outside, extending a cigarette to you, but you refuse with a nod, though you stand beside her.

"I haven't seen you in a few days, is everything okay?" She asks casually between puffs. You shrug, and she smiles. "Let me guess, Wanda?"

"I'm so predictable, right?" you retort and she laughs.

"No, you're just in love."

You let out a dry laugh, looking at the small crowd of girls waiting for the bathroom flood to be cleaned up by the cleaning crew outside.

"What's the deal with you guys, anyway?" Darcy asks with a frown. "Everyone has seen you two exchanging kisses in the same number that you''ve exchanged screams."

You run your hand through your hair, pulling the strands out of front of your eyes.

"We have too much history, that's all." You say. "Wanda doesn't quite know how she wants us to happen, and so we fight."

"Shit, that's sucks." She comments taking a long drag. You sigh, shrugging your shoulders.

"Yeah, it is what it is, sister." You retort. "She's got me tied up like a puppy while she decides what she wants to do."

Darcy is thoughtful for a moment, and then she puts out her cigarette.

"Look, you're a nice girl, and we've shared the same room for three years. I like you. " She begins, and you look at her curiously. "I think I can help you."

"Okay?"

"You know, I used to have a fling with a friend in high school, Jane, but she never let things be official between us, you know? Like she put me on hold mode." She tells you and you nod in understanding. "That just hurt me, until I took action."

"What did you do?"

"An ultimatum of course!" She says. "You need to confront her! If not, she will continue to think she can throw you over the edge whenever she wants. And you can't back down, you hear me? Or things could get worse."

You sigh, putting your hands in your pockets.

"I'm not very good with conflict." You say and Darcy puts her hand on your shoulder.

"Come on, you can do it." She tries to encourage you with a smile. Seeing your lack of reaction, she adds with a grin. "You can always make her jealous too."

"What?"

"Actually, she's looking over here with a deadly stare so I think you're already on this path." Darcy comments and you look back, only to catch a glimpse of Wanda's angry gaze before she turns and walks away from the dormitory. You let out a sigh.

"Shit." You say turning to Darcy quickly just to say goodbye, before running after the redhead. Darcy says something about "good luck" but you don't turn around.

//-//

You catch up with Wanda in one of the outside gardens, even from your back, you can practically feel her irritation.

"Will you please stop running?" You ask aloud, trying to catch up, and she finally stops, turning around with her arms crossed and an annoyed expression.

"What do you want?"

"Wanda, I was just talking to Darcy..."

Wanda lets out a dry laugh, her eyes glittering with irritation.

"I should have known you'd be like everyone else." She grumbles and you sigh, putting your hands in your pockets.

"Don't say that, Wanda." You say with weariness in your voice. "You know that's not true."

Wanda rolls her eyes, tears welling up in her eyes, and you refuse the urge to wipe them away, deciding that you two needed to talk.

"It doesn't matter." She retorts angrily. "We're done anyway."

"Enough." You interrupt her and she looks at you in surprise. "Enough of this whole taking a break, or breaking up for two or three days only for you to have me come back to your door and apologize for something that wasn't my fault."

"Wow, you really do remember things the way you want to."

You let out a dry laugh, taking one of your hands out of your pocket to run them through your hair nervously.

"Wanda, I'm serious." You warn her. "I'm not doing this anymore. This game where you put me on hold for when you're in the mood. I have feelings, I can't do this any longer."

Wanda gasps with incredulity.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about." You retort angrily. "I am not your toy! I love you! I'm not going to be your compensation prize for when you're bored." You shout, and Wanda blinks in surprise. "Either we're for real, or we're nothing."

"I don't..." She starts and then shakes her head, trying to pull herself together. "You know what I went through... we... I told you how hard it is to trust..."

"Wanda, enough." You interrupt her, "That's exactly what I'm saying. You always use the same excuses to make me feel guilty about demanding anything." You count and she shakes her head in denial, but you don't stop. "I know exactly what you've been through, because I listen to you. I'm not like Vision, or Tony, or any of the other assholes you went out with." You say and Wanda lowers her head. "I take care of you, I don't lie, or hide things. I talk, and I listen, and I love you the best way I can. And you push me aside. I can't do that anymore." You say feeling your own eyes fill with water. "So I need an answer now."

"What?"

"Wanda." You call out to her, but she just stares at you with her mouth open, as if she is trying to think of something to say, but nothing comes out. You feel your tears run down. "Okay. I guess I have my answer then."

Wiping your tears away, you turn around, walking away. Wanda calls out to you, but you're done.

//-//

For three weeks now, your social life has been all about fictional characters.

Your real friends called and texted you, but you left your cell phone on silent and tried not to fail your exams, while you spent all your free time in your room, whining while watching romantic movies where things worked out in the end, unlike what happened to you.

And then Carol Danvers appeared in you bedroom.

"You've got to be kidding me." She grumbled when Darcy opened the door, and she found you wrapped in a blanket, lying on the bed and staring at nothing.

"Hi, Carol." You greeted her without moving.

"Nat began to worry that you were dead." She commented sitting up in your bed, "But you were just being dramatic."

"Yes, I intend to keep it going like this." You retort pulling the blanket up over your head.

"Wow, I thought your worst was when you guys were fighting, but you really hit misery when you broke up with her." Carol said and you whined at the mention.

"Please talk about something else."

Carol rolled her eyes as she pulled on the blanket.

"We're going out." She announces as you grumble as you feel the blanket being pulled completely off.

Forty minutes later, you have showered, and put on comfortable clothes, as well as accepted the two glasses of water Carol gave you.

"Nat and her new boyfriend are meeting us at the gallery on Avenue Two." Carol tells you as she checks her cell phone. "Maria is going too, and she's bringing a friend."

You grumble in agreement and suddenly stop walking.

"Are you trying to set me up on a date?"

Carol laughs.

"I totally would, but no." She says."Monica is straight, and you're in the emotional cesspool, so I told Maria to bring someone so you wouldn't be the third wheel since we're in couples. Try to smile a little."

You roll your eyes, but don't reject that Carol has entwined her arm in yours as you walk toward the parking lots.

//-//

Meeting Monica turns out to be very nice after all.

You have many interests in common, and she is very intelligent and sarcastic, you enjoy her jokes.

Your outing with your friends brings a little cheer to you, and you find yourself laughing easily.

And then, when you are driving back to NYU, Monica mentions the boy she is talking to and you choke when you hear the name Maximoff.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you're dating Pietro!" Exclaims Carol in surprise as she drives you back. You are in the passenger seat, and Monica and Maria are in the back seat. Nat and Bruce, her boyfriend whom you met on the ride, went back to school on her motorcycle. "What a small world."

"I want to die." You grumble against the window, and Carol slaps you on the shoulder while Monica and Maria have confused expressions.

"Her girlfriend, damn, ex-girlfriend is Pietro's twin sister." Carol clarifies and the girls let out a noise of understanding. "How did you meet him, Mon?"

"I participated in the interclass program we had last semester between NYU and our university." She counted with a smile. "We talked for a few weeks, and he asked me out."

"Wow, what a coincidence." Carol says and you sigh, wishing you were back in bed.

"I had no idea Wanda had a girlfriend, Pietro didn't tell me."

You close your eyes, resting your head on the glass. Carol looked at you quickly, biting her lips, before she decided to speak.

"Yeah, well. Wanda wasn't exactly willing to make it all official..." She starts and you fight the urge to jump out of the car. "It was the reason for the breakup actually."

"Damn, I'm sorry." Monica said looking away from Carol to your reflection in the glass, but you kept your eyes closed.

Seeing the worried expression Monica cast at you, Carol added.

"Don't worry about her, honey. She likes to put on drama." Said the blonde. "She's pretending she's in a sad music video, that’s why we left the radio on."

"I hate you." You mumble to Carol and she lets out a giggle.

"I guess your invitation won't be a good idea then, Mon." Maria remarks next and Carol looks at them curiously through the rearview mirror.

"What invitation, girls?"

Monica exchanges a look with Maria before speaking.

"Pietro is on the NYU soccer team, and he asked me to watch the final game." She says. "It's pretty important, because that's where a lot of future players come out of there with contracts."

"Wow, that sounds really important." Carol comments with a smile.

"Anyway, he said it would be cool if I brought some friends along." She recounts. "He would like to meet my friends, and he would like me to meet his."

"That's awesome!" Carol exclaims happily. "Don't worry, we'll all be there cheering for Pietro."

The sentence makes you open your eyes and frown. But before you can say anything, Carol nods and repeats, "All of us."

//-//

Bad, bloody bad idea.

Fucking terrible idea.

You repeated these thoughts as you walked toward Carol, waiting for you at the entrance to the NYU soccer stadium, completely packed with students even though there were still forty minutes before the game started.

Carol was also wearing a set of jeans, and made a kind note about your outfit, but you just nodded, your thoughts elsewhere.

You met up with Maria, Nat and Bruce at the food booths, and you were glad to see your friends again after so many days.

"Ah, there's Monica coming." Said Maria with a smile waving to the girl through the crowd. The group looked on, and you swallowed dryly as Monica moved, and you noticed Pietro next to her, and then further back his group of friends, and his sister.

"I can't do this." You grumbled to Carol, and she looked at you with concern.

"Breathe." She asked softly as they approached. "You'll be fine, whatever happens just pretend she doesn't exist."

When the group reached you, you all smiled politely. You wanted to dig a hole in the ground when your gaze quickly met Wanda's, and your stomach churned, but you just waved nicely, and greeted everyone.

Soon you were all walking together to the stands. You wished you could stay the whole way with Carol, but she was chatting animatedly with Maria, and you stayed behind, avoiding walking with Wanda.

Pietro, and two of his friends, Bucky and Sam, also went to the locker room with him and the rest of the group went up to the bleacher seats.

You grumbled softly when you had to sit next to Wanda, hoping that your face wasn't too flushed. At least you were in the last chair with quick access to the corridor. To get away in case anything went wrong.

After everyone passed the food around, and you exchanged a few embarrassed glances with the redhead next to you when she passed you some soda, the game began.

It was an understatement to say that you weren't paying attention at all.

//-//

At halftime of the second half, Wanda commented that she wanted more snacks. And she could have simply asked you to excuse her, but she put her hand on your thigh instead, and you sighed in surprise and something else while you melted against your seat, and blushed profusely when she looked at you wide-eyed.

"I..." She started but you just started to get up.

"I'll buy it, I got it." You mumbled clumsily rushing to get out of there as quickly as possible.

Your legs were still shaking a little when you reached the food stalls.

Pulling your cell phone from your pocket, you typed a message to Carol that you were on the verge of emotional collapse and needed to leave. And without waiting for her to respond, you left the stadium.

//-//

NYU won the match. And Pietro got a contract to play for a famous team.

You heard about this from Maria the next day, because Carol wasn't talking to you.

She was very upset that you weren't opening up to her anymore, you knew it wasn't just because of the game.

You sent her an apology audio before the Literature class, and promised that you would be a reliable friend again.

During the lunch break, you went back to your dorm, intending to study a little.

"Hey." You greeted Darcy as you entered, she took off her headphones.

"Hey, pal." She retorted getting up and walking over to the bookshelf as you sat on the bed and threw your backpack on top of the sheet. "Your girl left some stuff for you." She warned as she picked up a book. You figured she must be studying for one of the surprise exams Professor Xavier used to pass around the class, and Darcy always remarked to you.

You blinked in surprise, and looked around. There was a small pile of things on your bed that you hadn't noticed before.

Shifting on the mattress, you began to look at the items.

You rolled your eyes at what Wanda decided to return. Some things were yours, like the NYU sweatshirt, and the cassette tapes, but there were also items that you had given her as gifts. Grabbing the bracelet you gave her for her birthday, the scarf you bought her for Christmas, and the book you got autographed by the author just for her, you left the room. Darcy didn't ask.

//-//

Wanda answered the door in confusion. You had a slightly annoyed expression.

"I can't believe you returned my gifts." You said walking into the room without waiting for her to pass. She mumbled an ironic "come in" afterwards.

You threw the items on her bed as she closed the door. You didn't notice that she locked it.

"I know we broke up, but that was cruel!" You said. "I gave those gifts to you, and you gave them back like they were nothing, I didn't..."

"I didn't give them back." She interrupted, twisting her fingers slightly, You frowned confused, "I wanted you to come talk to me."

You blink in surprise, feeling all the anger leave you at once. Shifting your weight between your feet, you cross your arms.

"What do you want, Wanda?"

"You." She confesses breathlessly and you frown in surprise, feeling your face heat up. She lets out a chuckle, running a hand through her hair. "I just... I want to apologize first." She begins. "I acted like a complete idiot, and I was so afraid of you hurting me that I did it to you first. And I'm sorry."

You looked at the floor afterwards, not knowing exactly what to say as you felt your heart racing. Wanda continued to speak.

"It's just... I swore I wasn't going to get involved with anyone after so many lies and betrayals." She said. "And then I met you. And you were sweet and kind, and so warm. And I didn't know how to handle all this love, because nobody ever treated me like that."

"Wanda..."

"No. I need to say." She interrupts with a tender smile. "You need to know that I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean to do that. I was just scared."

You nod in understanding, swallowing dryly.

"I know." You say. "Damn it, I know. I just... I just wanted you to understand that I will never do what they did to you."

Wanda steps forward, and you don't back down.

"I trust you." She said. "I know you won't. I want to make this work."

You sighed.

"A-are you sure?"

"You are the best thing that has happened to me since I left high school." She confesses with a shy smile. "I don't want to lose you. I want to live this, even if I'm terrified."

You smile, moving closer to Wanda to caress her cheeks.

"No need to be afraid, baby." You say gently. "I'll look after you."

Wanda smiled and hugged you by the shoulders. You sighed as you wrapped your arms around her waist.

She broke the embrace a moment later, however, bringing your mouths together in a sweet kiss.

God, you missed her lips so much.

Resting your foreheads together, you smiled and then kissed her again, more intensely this time.

Wanda sighed, then your head was spinning, and all the hard-on from spending weeks apart came back at once, and you were pushing her against the first surface you could find, a bookshelf.

She let out a mixed groan of pain and pleasure as she felt her back hit the wood, but she was back to kissing you passionately the next second.

"Did you miss me?" she whispered breathlessly against your lips, scratching the scalp of the back of your neck, you grunted, feeling her warm body.

"Did you miss me?" you retorted, trailing kisses down against her collarbone as your hands moved up the inside of her blouse.

"Yes." She confessed in a husky voice, closing her eyes tightly as you bit a sensitive spot on her neck.

"How much honey?" You asked as you reached for her breasts, squeezing the flesh through her bra and making her moan and throw her head back.

"So much, babe." She whimpered as you began to play with her nipples between your fingers. And then she nibbled on your ear, whispering breathlessly. "I played with myself only thinking of you."

You gasped, feeling a tightness under your belly. You stepped forward against Wanda, taking her in your lap, and she let out a surprised exclamation, but soon you carried her to the bed, lying on top of her only to capture your lips in an intense kiss.

Leaving your thigh between her legs, it wasn't long before Wanda began to squirm beneath you, your tongues dancing together in a slow, sensual kiss.

As your hand began to play with the buttons of Wanda's jeans, you heard the lock click and let out a mutter of dissatisfaction as you threw yourself to the side, releasing Wanda, who blinked in confusion at the sudden lack of contact and opened her mouth to complain, but shut up when her roommate entered next.

"Wanda, why did you lock the door... Wow hello" Said the girl with a mixed look of surprise and mischief.

You cleared your throat, feeling hot and bothered as you sat up.

"Sorry to crash the party girls, but there wasn't a sock in the door." Continued the girl as she placed her belongings on her own bed.

"All right, Harley." Wanda said in a husky voice, exchanging a quick glance with you.

"Besides, we have a test now Wands." The girl comments with a smile. "I imagine you forgot."

You let out a giggle as Wanda blinks in surprise with a flushed face.

"Damn right." She grumbles getting up, and straightening her crumpled clothes. You sigh, getting up as well.

Wanda exchanges a look with her colleague as she escorts you out.

"Call me when you're done, we can watch a movie." You say as you leave the room. Wanda bites her lips, denying it with her head. Before you can ask, she brings her face close to your ear and whispers:

"I can’t wait to come in your mouth."

"Fuck, Wanda." You grumble feeling your face heat up and the tightness below your stomach ache. But you do nothing, noticing Harley's curious gaze on you from inside the room, not to mention on the people around the hallway.

Wanda walks away with an innocent smile, looking at you fondly.

"I'll come to your dorm when I'm done with the test. " She says and you nod. Wanda places a short kiss on your lips and you chase after her face, feeling her smile on your lips as you kiss her firmer this time.

But it doesn't last long and you break away, smiling one last time before turning away.

You wonder what your best friend's reaction will be when you tell her you two were dating again.

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Fan with Benefits (Part Two)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 2,229

Warning: Smut

Notes: As usual, this is fiction and has nothing to do with Cillian’s real life.

Just after you gotten of the phone with Cillian, your friend and roommate Katherine asked you who it was and, when you told her, it almost blew her mind.

‘He is coming here? Oh my god’ she said almost shocked before asking you the all-important question as to whether you wanted her to leave when he did.

‘It’s fine. He is just coming here to sign the paperwork for the artwork he is buying’ you explained.

‘To your apartment? Common, don’t be so naïve. It’s a booty call’ Katherine said and you surely hoped that it was, although you didn’t want to get your hopes up. After all, you knew that he was married.

After a bit more conversation, Katherine convinced you to be prepared, freshly shaved and showered and told you that she would leave at around 6 o’clock.

***

At 4 o’clock you attended your usual yoga class and, in order to save some time, you had a shower at the gym following your class before making your way back home so that you could tidy up and apply some make up.

To your surprise, when you walked into the apartment building, you saw Cillian sit on one of the arm chairs near the elevators.

‘You are early’ you said as you returned.

‘Yes, I am. I ended up getting an earlier flight and texted you’ Cillian then said and you quickly pulled out your phone and realised that he had, indeed, texted you but you didn’t see this message until now.

‘Sorry, I have been out and didn’t check my phone’ you said nervously. You were worried that Katherine had left the apartment in a mess, giving you no chance to tidy up now before Cillian’s arrival.

***

‘Common in’ you said as you reached the second floor of the building and unlocked the door to your apartment. You were impressed that Katherine had not only picked up after herself as promised, but even had left on a couple small lamps to dim the living room slightly.

To your surprise, there also was glassware on the kitchen counter, a fresh bottle of red wine and a packet of condoms which you hoped Cillian wouldn’t notice. You could imagine the inevitable interrogation to ensue the next day, regardless of what happened and you were embarrassed beyond believe.

‘Red wine and condoms?’ Cillian chuckled as he looked towards the kitchen counter and your cheeks turned red immediately and you wanted to sink into the ground.

‘Oh my god. Uhm, this stuff belongs to my roommate’ you explained shyly and nervously, causing Cillian to laugh.

‘Are you sure? Because there is a note saying “Y/N, just in case you need them. Have fun”’ Cillian laughed, reading out the little note that Katherine had stuck to the packet of condoms.

‘Uhm, yeah, no, this stuff is hers. I know nothing about this’ you huffed out with total embarrassment.

‘That’s a shame. I really felt like a glass of wine and perhaps something else as well’ Cillian winked as he placed the packet of condoms and note back onto the kitchen counter.

‘Uhm, well, you can…I mean we can…aren’t you married?’ you then stammered.

‘My wife doesn’t mind. In fact, I told her about the nice young lady I met at the gallery last night’ Cillian then said, moving closer towards you.

‘So, is this why you are here?’ you asked nervously, biting your lip.

‘I thought that was obvious’ Cillian then chucked and you felt even more embarrassed than before.

You shook your head nervously. It wasn’t obvious to you at all.

‘Well, obviously your friend thought it was obvious’ Cillian then chuckled and, just as he did, one of his hands caressed your cheeks.

‘She did’ you said before taking up all of your courage and leaning forward towards him which is when his lips met yours in a tentative kiss

‘How did you know that I would want to sleep with you?’ you then asked after your lips drifted apart.

‘I didn’t. I was just being hopeful. Although, I saw the way you kept looking at me last night’ he then said as he leaned against you, pressing your shorter frame against the kitchen counter, and kissing you again.

Your mouths were totally connected now.Your tongues were swirling, darting and exploring each other while the kiss refused to end.

His hands were moving up your sides, gently pressing in against the swell of your ample breasts. At the same time, you digged your fingernails into his back and then grabbed hold of his neck, desperately pulling his face closer towards you.

The smell of his chest and cologne was intoxicating and you were lost in a trance. Was this really happening?

***

‘Where is your bedroom Y/N? I am all for comfort’ Cillian chuckled as your lips drifted apart and he pulled four condoms out of the packet Katherine had left on the counter for you.

‘Four? Do we really need that many?’ you asked surprised while Cillian’s fingertips had begun meandering up and down your forearm.

‘Well, as you have already pointed out, I am married so this will be a one-night thing and I really want to make the most of it’ Cillian then whispered into your ear as your skin bristled at the sensation on your arm and you relished his scent.

‘So, I guess I will be sore tomorrow then, hmm?’ you asked seductively, biting your lip.

‘It’s likely, but I will make it worth it for you. Despite, I will make use of all you have to offer so that your already soaking pussy can have a rest in between’ Cillian then said in between more and more kisses while he slid one of his hands beneath your dress and panties, collecting some of your juices with his fingers.

You couldn’t help but moan and wanted him to keep his hands right there, in between your legs, but he didn’t.

‘Common, I want to taste you’ Cillian then said, taking you by the hand and urging you to show him to your bedroom.

***

Within less than a minute, you found yourself completely naked on your large Queen bed while Cillian stood in front of it, wearing nothing but his tight blue jeans.

You took it all in, his scent, the glow of his freckled skin and the feel of the little bit of hair on his chest.

Never, in your wildest dreams, did you think that you would ever get to have this man and, whilst you were a little inexperienced, you decided that you would let him have it all. All of you, just as he had requested.

‘What are you waiting for Mr Murphy? I am all yours’ you said eagerly, waiting for him on the bed.

‘Just admiring the view’ Cillian said as he was taking off his watch and placing it onto your dresser along with his phone before climbing onto the bed with you.

When he did, you anticipated him to kiss you but he had other things in mind.

‘Spread your legs’ he demanded and, without thought your legs parted and his head disappeared in between them almost eagerly.

Without warning, his tongue immediately located the hood of your clit, causing you to scream out loud.

Your reaction clearly made him smile as, with all of the anticipation and new sensations, a cold sweat beaded up on your brow.

‘So fucking wet, aren’t you?’ Cillian groaned as his tongue kept swirling around your clit and then, occasionally, slid up and down in between your slit, lapping up your juices.

You flooded your channel as Cillian almost sent you over the edge with his skilled tongue alone and, in that moment, two of his fingers slid over your wet folds, slowly parting your well lubricated lips and entered you.

‘Oh my god’ you groaned as your flower opened and the invaders found the way to your previously unexplored g-spot.

He manipulated you, edging you slowly with his thrusting fingers and tongue. He had you on the brink and you were about cum.

‘Oh god Cillian’ you moaned again as chills ran up both your legs and you trembled involuntarily. Your orgasm hit you right then and there, fast and hard and somewhat unexpectedly.

You came all around Cillian’s fingers within five minutes and, whilst you were almost embarrassed by how quick you came, he was rather pleased with himself.

‘So needy. I will have a lot of fun with you’ he observed as you finally came down from your high and allowed you some time to relax.

When you had finally recovered from your intense orgasm, Cillian pulled you off the bed.

Then he took a step closer to you and immediately started undoing his belt buckle and opening his fly. You instinctively dropped to your knees with a smile on your face and as he unzipped his pants you grabbed the waistband of his jeans and his Calvin Klein briefs and began slowly tugging them down.

First you saw his dark pubic hair, then the top of his cock shaft, and as you pulled his bottoms further down his cock sprang forth in all its erect glory. You actually jumped a little when it leaped out at you, a fact that he noticed.

‘Are you going to be a good girl and take my cock all the way into your mouth?’ he asked in a deep voice, sending shivers down your spine.

‘I sure will, after I have a little play with it first’ you replied as you took his cock in your hand eagerly. This was all you had ever fantasised about and wanted to take in everything, the look of it, the feel of it and its scent.

At first you just stroked Cillian’s cock slowly and observed it as it began to swell even more in your hand. You moved in closer to get your other hand on his balls and you could smell his musk. It was intoxicating to you! As you gently massaged Cillian’s testicles you could feel how full they were and you couldn't help it anymore. you needed to taste him.

You stuck out your tongue and licked his shaft from his balls all the way up to the tip. Then you swirled your tongue around the tip a few times as he growled under his breath. Finally, you completely enveloped Cillian’s cock head with your lips and started sucking him. You let lots of saliva dribble out of your mouth to keep the shaft lubricated as you continued to stroke him.

‘Fuck, that’s it’ Cillian groaned as you kept at it, working his shaft with one hand, massaging his balls with the other, and sucking him for several minutes. He had his hands on your head guiding his cock in and out of your mouth.

Eventually, Cillian tightened the grip he had on the back of your head and pushed you further down on his shaft until, finally, he bottomed out against the back of your throat.

You gagged, saliva dripping out of your mouth as the wetness in between your legs was building.

‘You are doing so fucking well’ he groaned again as you gave into his force and let him take your mouth as you were moaning around his thick member.

Eventually, Cillian released his grip against your head and let you get back to work at your own pace, and you continued giving him a slobbery blowjob. This time, you forced yourself further and further down his long shaft, making yourself gag and listening to him groan in approval.

One of your hands kept a firm grip on his balls while the other stroked him up and down in tempo with your head bobbing.

His groans were getting louder and you moaned softly against him, slurping loudly as you moved, letting his cock hit or lightly ease into your throat every time you sank down. You gave him long strides, really making sure all of his cock was getting some form of attention.

‘Fuck’ he murmured, starting to squirm. ‘I am close’ he then groaned and you were really curious what his cum would taste like.

Cillian’s groans and moans just made you work harder. You wanted his orgasm to be nice and intense, so you ramped up the speed and your slurping noises were getting even louder as you milked his cock faster.

Cillian’s hand found its way back to your head, his fingers getting locked in your hair as he got closer and closer until finally, he started to cum.

‘Fuck’ he groaned again as his hips twitched upwards, trying to get deeper into your mouth as he filled it with his load.

‘I want to watch you swallow it Love’ he groaned as he held your head against his cock while he filled your mouth. His cum was so thick and sweet and coated your tongue, making you drool even more as you collected it all in your mouth.

Then, finally, he released the grip on your head and pulled away from you and lifted up your cum filled mouth for him to see.

‘Show me’ he groaned, still coming down from his high and you complied with his request and opened your mouth, moving your cum covered tongue around seductively.

Then, you closed your mouth again and swallowed down his load, gulping slightly as you did before licking your lips clean seductively.

‘So fucking sexy’ Cillian huffed out before pulling you up and towards him.

He pressed his lips onto yours and practically growled, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you ferociously which was when, suddenly, his phone began to ring.

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Day 116: Silver

The problem was that the entire house was grey.

Not metaphorically speaking, of course. No, Harry was actually a little in love with the house itself. It was a cozy little two bedroom home with a nice big kitchen that had an island in the center and a breakfast nook in the corner by the window. And the bathroom had a giant bathtub for soaking and relaxing. The living room had bookshelves built into the walls and a cozy fireplace that Harry couldn't wait to use in the fall and winter.

Metaphorically speaking, the house was sunshine-yellow. Harry adored it.

But every wall in the house was literally grey. His realtor had assured him that grey walls were very fashionable and that he'd grow to like them in time if he just gave them a chance.

So he'd given them a chance. He waited to fall in love with the walls for three whole days before he decided that he simply couldn't take it anymore.

He went to the little muggle hardware store down the street and bought seven gallons of paint; sea foam for the bathroom, coral for the kitchen and breakfast nook, cerulean for his bed room, emerald for the guest bedroom, raspberry for the living room, crisp white for the entry way and all of the doorways, and crimson for the front door. Harry bought paintbrushes, rollers, drop cloths, painters tape, and even a fancy tool to get the corners.

Thankfully, the shop owner let him borrow a little wagon to take everything back on and in no time Harry had the tape up to protect ceilings and doorways, he had drop cloths covering the hard wood floors, and he was ready to start.

He didn't know how long he was at it, but he'd finished the front door, the entry way, and the kitchen when a familiar voice was calling out to him from the open front door. "Potter?"

"Draco," he said in surprise, making his way through the stacks of covered furniture to find his bemused looking auror partner standing on the front steps with a bottle of wine and a house plant. "Hi," he said.

"Hello," the other man replied. "Is it a muggle custom to simply leave one's door open?"

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"No," Harry said with a laugh, "My paint is just drying."

"Have I come at a bad time?" Draco asked, brow furrowing slightly. "I should have sent a patronus ahead of me to check, I'm sorr-"

"It's fine," Harry assured quickly, "I told you to come by any time. Come in. Please."

"Are you certain?" he asked.

He nodded, "Come on. Just don't touch the walls."

Draco followed him inside and held out the wine and the plant, "These are for you," he offered, "house warming presents."

"Thank you," Harry said, genuinely touched. "Really, you didn't have to-"

"I wanted to."

"Thank you," he said again.

After a moment of simply staring at one another, an activity that was becoming increasingly, worryingly common for the two of them, Draco said, "So! Show me your house." He grinned, silver eyes twinkling with mischief, "Give me the grand tour."

Harry laughed, "Well, you'll have to forgive the mess," he said as he headed toward the kitchen, "I'm painting."

"I can see that," he teased. "What was wrong with the color the walls were when you moved in?"

He made a face as he tucked the wine into the refrigerator, "They were all grey!" he said. "Every. single. wall. Grey!"

Draco laughed, "Alright, tell me about your vision for each room."

Happily, Harry complied; taking Draco around the house room by room and telling him about the color palette for each space, the new furniture and decorations he was thinking about buying to complete each room.

By the time they made it back to the living room, Draco was chuckling under his breath.

"What?" he asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Just you," he said with a little shake of his head. "This is so like you."

"How so?"

With a wistful little smile, Draco looked around the room like he could already see what Harry was going to do. "There's just so much life here, you know? You just," he shrugged a little helplessly, "Everywhere you go, you make things come to life."

He blinked at him and opened his mouth to say something and nothing came out. He swallowed back what felt suspiciously like tears and then managed, "That might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."

A flush flared across Draco's cheeks and Harry admirably resisted the urge to trail his nose over the blush. "Don't let it go to your head," the other man said with a huff.

Harry laughed, "Do you want to stay?"

"Sorry?"

He shrugged, "Do you want to stay and help paint? It's actually pretty fun."

"I don't have the appropriate attire," he said after a moment.

"I have extra joggers and t-shirts you can borrow if you'd like?" he offered.

The corner of Draco's mouth tipped up, "If you don't mind. I've never painted the muggle way before."

"It feels good," Harry said as he started off toward his room to fetch clothes for Draco to borrow. "It feels like you've really accomplished something."

Draco laughed, following along behind him, "Ah, yes. I can see how you, who brought in only thirteen criminals to the DMLE this week alone, might feel the need to 'really accomplish something,'" he teased.

"Shut it," Harry said good naturedly as he dug out clothes for Draco to borrow and threw them at his head.

Draco caught them and Harry's eyes snagged on Draco's, holding them for a beat too long again, before he cleared his throat, "I'll see you in a few minutes," he offered lamely before fleeing his own bedroom.

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After several hours of painting (and laughing, and singing and dancing along with the wireless, and cleaning dripped paint off of several surfaces that it should never have been on in the first place) they decided to take a break for dinner.

They ordered a pizza and ate it sitting on the floor in the living room while they drank the bottle of wine Draco had brought. And as Harry stared at the rosy blush coloring Draco's cheeks from the wine and the laughter, he tried to remember the last time he'd felt this free and happy.

When he couldn't eat one more bite, Harry flopped down on his back on the floor in the living room with a groan, "My shoulder hurts from painting."

Draco nudged him with his knee. "You're getting old, Potter," he said with a little smile.

And he meant it as a joke but it twisted something in Harry's gut uncomfortably, "I never imagined I'd grow old," he confessed softly.

The smile slipped from Draco's face, "Harry, I didn't mean-"

"It's alright," Harry said quickly, reaching out to press his pinky against Draco's. "It just my parents died really young, and there was everything with Voldemort, and for a long time after that I thought that surely one of his followers would finish me off," he shrugged. "And I just didn't expect to get old."

"You listen to me, Harry Potter," Draco said fiercely, his eyes bright in a way that made Harry's heart clench in his chest. "You are going to live to be ancient. Older than Dumbledore and infinitely happier."

"Oh?" he asked, smiling in spite of himself.

"Yes."

"How do you know?" he asked.

Draco narrowed his eyes at him, "Because I do. And if there is something else destined for you, I will make it so by sheer force of will." He wrapped his pinky around Harry's and something thrilled in the pit of Harry's stomach, "You deserve the world and if the world will not hand itself over on a silver platter, I will give it to you."

He sat up and pressed his lips to the other man's without another thought because it was honestly nothing short of a miracle that he hadn't done it before now. And honestly, how was he supposed to resist kissing him when the other man said things like that? "I love you," he breathed when he pulled back. And then he immediately wanted to take those words back, "Sorry," he spluttered as he collapsed back onto the floor and covered his face with his hands, "Godric, I don't know what's come over me. Sorry. Just forget-"

Draco's lips covered Harry's and stemmed the flow of words coming from his mouth.

"Mmrmph," Harry murmured against his mouth inelegantly before giving himself over to the kiss completely and reaching up to cup Draco's face with his hands.

"Don't be sorry," Draco whispered when he drew back a moment later, "Please say you meant it."

"I meant it," Harry replied softly as he brushed Draco's hair back.

"Good," Draco said, leaning down to kiss him softly once more. "Because I love you, too."

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Day 115: Soft | Day 117: Movie

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