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21 Days !NSFW!

Avenger!Agatha x Avenger!Reader

Word count: 10,435

Content warnings: MDNI; literally this oneshot is centered around sex and sex toys, sex ban, heavy smut, breeding kink (ofc), tummy bulge, size kink, mommy kink, lots of eye contact, reader gets fucked on a Steinway piano, crying kink, scissoring???but with a vibrator???, reader's blindfolded, hand holding, slight choking, a bit of overstimulation, squirting

Summary: With 3 weeks left until your wedding, Agatha comes up with a fun little idea for the both of you to refrain from any sexual activities until the wedding night.

A/N: Hi hi!! I have a bunch of stuff going on! I'm moving to Miami next weekend, so there will probably be one last oneshot posted after this. It'll be a part 2 to Snacks, Candy, and Prenatal Vitamins.

This is a really long oneshot. On Thursday I reread everything I wrote from the bachelorette party to the wedding and realized I hated all 3,565 words. So, I deleted them and rewrote it. It quite literally felt like I was writing this for 21 days. The things I do...Anyway I love you guys! Thank you so much for your support on everything, and I hope you enjoy! Also I’m making a tag list so lmk if you wanna be a part of it!

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3 weeks. 21 days. 30,240 minutes. 1,814,400 seconds.

You’ve had long weeks before, but these three weeks have been the absolute hardest of your very long life. When Agatha had proposed the idea to you, you were on board–excited even.

The last three weeks leading up to your wedding are supposed to be filled with nail appointments and last minute preparation.

Not this.

But, god, did you love the feeling and anticipation.

March 23, 2030

3 weeks before the wedding

It’s a quiet Saturday evening at your house in Westview–a stark contrast to the Tower back in New York City. Agatha slumps down on the couch beside you. She’s quiet. Too quiet.

But you don’t acknowledge it. Instead, you continue to read your book in silence.

She leans into you, resting her head on your shoulder. A deep sigh leaves her and you continue ignoring her. Her hand starts to run up and down your thigh and she sighs again.

You lower your book and turn your head, raising an eyebrow at her. “Can I help you?”

Agatha lifts her head and smiles. “You can, actually,” she says. And you note that mischievous look immediately. Her eyes narrow and you know she’s concocting a plan. “You know,” she says, hand patting your thigh, “our wedding is in three weeks…”

“Yes…and?”

“And,” she continues, “I was thinking we could have some fun with these last few weeks…”

She bites her lips and fingers trail over your shoulder, eyes looking you up and down. You set your book down on the side table and look at her suspiciously. “What kind of fun?”

Her voice is low and gravelly–that tone that always gets you going. “Well, maybe we could completely refrain from any se–”

“I’m gonna stop you right there,” you say. “You won’t be able to last.”

She sits up straight, jaw dropped. “I won’t be able to last?” When you nod she scoffs. “Oh, okay. You won’t be able to last!”

“Please!” you bluster. “I can last!”

Agatha rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, grinning. “After last night, I wouldn’t be so sure.”

You grab a pillow and start hitting her with it, laughing with her before she finally snatches it from you. You squeal and giggle, begging her to stop, and when she does, she immediately pins you down.

As you catch your breath, you huff out a laugh and she kisses you. “Just think about it,” she murmurs, leaning in close. “Three weeks. No sex. No masturbating–”

“No masturbating?” you cry.

“No masturbating,” she repeats and gives you a pointed look. “But, imagine…in three weeks. The anticipation. The excitement. After all the wedding revelry…getting to fuck you so hard that you almost pass out.”

“Well, when you put it like that…” You look at her, swishing your lips back and forth. “Sure, why not?” She kisses you again and you sigh. “So, no sex. No masturbating. What about making out?”

Agatha sits up, letting go of your hands but still straddling you. Her fingers trail down down your chest and underneath your shirt, nails lightly grazing your torso. “Hmmm…Yes. Making out is allowed. It’ll get us going even more.”

She downs, her grin nothing but sinister as you smile and shake your head, arms wrapping around her. “Oh, you are mean.”

“And you love it,” she murmurs.

“I do,” you sigh, receiving a kiss from her. “I really do.” As the soft kisses grow in intensity, you pull away and narrow your eyes. “So, does this start now, or at midnight?”

With no hesitation, she kisses you again. “Midnight. Absolutely midnight.”

“Oh, good,” you huff. “Let’s go upstairs. Now.”

Agatha stands and takes your hand, running up the stairs as you both laugh. Clothes are discarded on the way to your room–shirts on the stairs, pants and socks in the hallway, a bra here, underwear there. By the time you’re thrown onto the unmade bed, you’re both completely naked.

And by the time you’re done, it’s almost 9pm. You sigh contentedly as Agatha places kisses on your neck. Her weight on top of you is comforting, and your fingers trail up and down her arms as her kisses travel to your lips.

Agatha lets out a pleased hum and then pulls away, just enough for your noses to brush. “What do you want to do for dinner?” she asks quietly, kissing you again.

“I think we just ate pretty good,” you say, giving her a sly grin. “Ow!” She pinches your hip hard and you laugh. “That hurt! It’s nine o’clock. What’s gonna be open, other than bars?”

Agatha leans over you on her side, resting on her elbow. She’s thinking hard and her hand rests on your torso, thumb stroking the skin softly. “You’re right, this isn’t New York City…”

“It’s not,” you agree. “It’s a very small town in New Jersey.”

“There’s a Taco Bell twenty minutes away,” she suggests.

You raise an eyebrow. “Taco Bell? Agatha, the last time you had Taco Bell while sober, you said it was gross and way too greasy.”

“No I didn’t!” she scoffs. “I like their…uhh…quesadillas.”

“Alright,” you say, looking at her suspiciously. You kiss her as you sit up and squeeze her hand. “I’ll go get cleaned up.”

The drive to Taco Bell is quiet. Agatha’s hand rests on your thigh as you drive, and when you’re about half-way there, you feel her eyes on you.

You turn your hand to glance at her. “What?”

“I love you,” she says softly, turning her head to look out the windshield.

You glance at her again as her thumb strokes your thigh. “I love you too,” you mutter, cheeks flushing.

When you arrive at Taco Bell, Agatha groans. “Jesus Christ, why are there so many damn people? Is all of New Jersey here?”

The soft look she gave you in the car was completely gone now. You pull in her close by the waist with a comforting hand on her back as you stand in line. “We can always go through the Drive-Thru.”

“Hell no,” she mutters. “They always rush through and then get our order wrong.”

“It’ll be quicker,” you say. And when she relents, you drag her out of the store and back into the car. The Drive-Thru line isn’t as long as the line inside, and when the girl in the speaker gives you a couple minutes you look at Agatha. “Do you know what you want?”

She huffs, “The chicken bowl–no beans. They can’t screw that up, can they?”

“Be nice,” you hiss. When you get home, food in hand, Agatha goes straight upstairs and you follow.

In bed, with the TV on as background noise, you both eat your late dinner.

“Jen is getting on my last nerve,” Agatha says through a mouthful of food. “I’m this close to uninviting her from the wedding.”

“You’re not uninviting her, Agatha,” you say. “She’s been very helpful with the planning.”

The two of you sit side-by-side in bed with discarded Taco Bell on your nightstand, and your head on her shoulder as you watch TV. You have no idea what she turned on–some random thriller movie, maybe. Your mind wanders to all the years before–the ones you spent with her and the painful ones after you left her, how you met–and there’s one question on your mind.

“Agatha?” you say. “I have no clue how I went this long without asking you, b–”

“Probably because I have my tongue down your throat every opportunity I get,” she grins, eyes still on the TV.

“Anyway,” you continue. “When I couldn't find you on the Titanic…where were you?”

“Sweetheart, I feel like you’ve known me long enough to know the answer to that,” she scoffs, her fingers running through your hair. “If I had known you were a witch too, I would’ve taken you with me. I only knew you for four days, though. I didn’t know if I could trust you. But even if I had asked, I know you would’ve stayed behind to help.”

“Yeah,” you mutter, and she kisses your head. You look up at her with a soft smile, but a teasing look in your eyes. “So, if you weren’t in a lifeboat, that means you were only on the Carpathia–”

“Shut up,” Agatha groans dramatically.

You smile brightly now, moving to straddle her hips. Your arms wrap around her neck and you kiss her. “You were only on the Carpathia because you wanted to make sure I was okay. Four days in and you were already–” “Yes,” she blurts out. “Okay? Yes. Four days in and I already cared about you. You’re not just useful for sex, okay?”

“Oh, how flattering, Miss Harkness,” you swoon before smiling and kissing her. “I still haven’t forgiven you for making me late with Madeleine Astor’s tea.”

“Oh, poor baby,” Agatha pouts, her voice condescending. “How can I ever make it up to you?”

You purse your lips, looking up as if you’re thinking hard. Your fingers trace over her shoulders and slip beneath her robe. Your voice is coy as your other hand plays with her hair, eyes avoiding her gaze. “Well…there’s less than an hour left until midnight, so maybe we can utilize the time wisely…”

Your eyelids flutter open against the morning sun and you groan, rolling over to face Agatha. Your arm drapes over her waist and your legs tangle with hers, and when you open your eyes again she’s still asleep–or so you thought.

Her eyes crack open and she gives you a sleepy smile. “I can feel you staring.”

“This is going to be the longest three weeks of my life,” you mumble before kissing her. You’re already aching after seeing her, and you end up straddling her waist. Placing small kisses on her neck, you groan, “How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when you’re lying next to me naked, bathed in the morning light?”

You lift your head up and sigh dramatically, completely laying on top of her. Agatha’s voice is hoarse from sleep and her nails run up and down your back soothingly. “Not even ten hours in and you’re already caving.”

“I’m not caving,” you say. “Just complaining. This is the worst idea you’ve ever had. And you’ve had a lot.”

Sunday morning goes by quickly and soon you’re on the road back to the Tower.

“I wanna stop at the store on the way back,” Agatha says as she merges lanes to take the exit.

You let out an amused hum, not looking up from your phone. “Why? Are you getting a safe for our collection of sex toys?” Agatha doesn’t respond and you look up quickly, jaw dropping. “Oh, my god! Are you actually?”

“Where else would we put them?” Agatha tries to reason.

“I–Well…” You really didn’t have a clue. A whole drawer in your dresser is filled with them. And you know that if they’re not locked away, one of you will cave sooner or later. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

Inside Walmart, you mosey through an aisle that’s nothing but safes. “This is insane!” you gape. “A whole aisle of nothing but safes?” You lower your voice, leaning in towards Agatha. “Does everyone lock their sex toys away before their wedding?”

“No,” she sighs. “I think we’re the only ones kinky enough to do that.” Her eyes scan the shelves and she reaches for a decent sized box. “What about this one?”

As she looks over the product information on the box, you contemplate it. “I dunno…do you think it’s big enough?”

“Maybe,” Agatha says, looking up from the words to grin. “But if it’s not, I think some toys left out could make it even more enticing.” Her eyes get dark and her voice lowers. “You know how much I love seeing you squirm…”

Your cheeks get hot and your mouth opens to respond, but no words come out. Your jaw stiffens under Agatha’s amused look. “Let’s go,” you say, voice tight as you turn on your heel and walk away quickly.

“Why do you have a safe?”

In the lobby of Stark Tower, Natasha is leaving just as you’re both entering. Without blinking an eye, Agatha shrugs, saying, “No reason,” and keeps walking to the elevator.

Upstairs, in your shared walk-in closet, Agatha unboxes the safe.

You’re on your knees and you open the bottom drawer, meeting the numerous amount of sex toys in your collection. You sigh, shoulders drooping as you hand them to Agatha, a few at a time. “This is the most painful thing I’ve ever done.”

“Just think about the finish line,” she says in a sing-song voice, looking back at you with a smile. She pauses, her lips curling into that mischievous grin and her voice lowering into that seductive tone that always drives you crazy. “Oh, look at you…I just love it when you’re on your kne–”

“Stop it!” you cry, hitting her leg with one of the many vibrators in your collection as she laughs.

After a tedious game of Tetris, Agatha cheers. “Look at that! They all fit!” She shuts the safe and a loud beep sounds before the locking mechanism takes place. Agatha turns around, leaning against the dresser the safe is on. “We need to hide this pamphlet. It has the code on it.”

“Well, neither of us should hide it,” you say, standing up. “Then we’d know where it is. That would be cheating.”

She gasps and grins, slinking closer to you with her arms crossed. “You’re such a good girl when y–”

You cover your ears quickly, “La la la! I’m not listening!” You leave the closet and rush out of your bedroom with Agatha hot on your heels and laughing. “You need to stop that! Let’s go find Wanda.”

“Ugh, why Wanda?” Agatha groans as you get on the elevator.

As you press the button for the lounge, you sigh. “Well, she’s one of my closest friends, and I know she won’t ask questions.”

When the elevator doors open to the lounge, there are three other people with Wanda–the worst one being Tony as he narrows his eyes at the way you look nervous.

“What’s up?” he asks as the two of you walk over.

“Nothing!” you answer quickly–too quickly. “Wanda, can we talk with you…in private?”

Wanda looks around, “Um…yeah, I guess.”

The silence in the elevator is thick and awkward. When you arrive on her floor, she opens the door to her bedroom and Agatha wastes no time. “We need you to hide this manual.”

“What?” Agatha hands her the pamphlet and Wanda scrunches her nose, taking it and flipping through it. “Why do you need me to hide a safe manual?”

You and Agatha exchange looks and while she remains stone faced, you can’t help but look sheepish. “I don’t…wanna say,” you mutter.

Wanda narrows her eyes before a look of realization dawns on her, “Is it for–oh, my god. Are you…” She lowers her voice as if anyone would overhear her. “Are you locking up your sex toys?” she asks.

“Yes!” you blurt out, and Agatha rolls her eyes. “Yes, we are–we have. It’s until our wedding.”

Wanda continues flipping through the manual, “So, is it like, a total sex ban–”

“I thought you said she wouldn’t ask questions,” Agatha says, arms crossed as she turns to you.

Wanda sighs, “Wow, I knew you guys were kinky, but this is–”

“Alright, we’re leaving now!” you pipe, and grab Agatha’s hand to pull her out of the room. “Come on! Let’s go!”

The first week goes by fairly quickly. Many times, you and Agatha found yourselves in petty arguments with each other. And it was even noticed one night at a team dinner.

“Can you pass me the salt?” you ask her, and when she does, she only passes the salt by itself–leaving the pepper by itself. “You didn’t pass the pepper too.”

“You didn’t ask for the pepper,” Agatha says.

“It doesn’t matter,” you argue, dropping your fork on the plate with a clatter.. “The salt and pepper should always stay together!” Multiple team members stop their conversations and turn towards you. “We’ve known each other for 118 years! I’ve told you this so many times!” Your voice starts to rise with each word that follows. “You always keep the troops together!”

And later that night, as if you weren’t just arguing in front of everyone over something so stupid, you find yourself in bed, straddling her lap. Your hands roam one another as you kiss her hard, chests heaving and fingers digging into skin.

“This is the worst–” You kiss her. “–Fucking idea–” Another kiss. “–You’ve ever had.”

Agatha breathes heavily in your mouth as she chuckles, “Oh, please, you can’t tell me you’re not enjoying this.”

She kisses you softly and you shiver beneath her touch. “I need you to touch me,” you breathe. “I need you to touch me so badly.”

Her fingers creep up your thighs and you whimper as she kisses the corner of your mouth. You can practically feel yourself drip into your underwear as you beg under your breath, “Please, please, please…”

Her fingers dip beneath the hem of your pajama pants, very lightly swiping over your underwear. “Ohh…” Her voice is low and raspy. “A little bit of kissing and you’re already this wet. This is so fun.”

Your head drops onto her shoulder as your arms fold in between you and you whine. “This is the worst.” You sit up as she removes her hand, and you huff. But there isn’t anger or frustration in your eyes. No, it’s sadness and desperation, and you pout as she giggles. “This is the absolute worst. I’m going to take a cold shower.” And before Agatha can even speak you glare at her, “And no, you cannot join me.”

And it wasn’t just you that was suffering.

“Why did I wanna do this?” Agatha groans one night. You’re both in the bathroom doing your nightly routines–only this time, Agatha is standing beside you as you wash your face, ranting about the entire thing with dramatic hand gestures. “This was so stupid! All I want to do is have sex with you, but I can’t!”

“Well, technically–”

“No!” she snaps. “We’re not going to break this streak! We’ve been doing so well.”

You pat your face dry and when those words leave her mouth, you start grinning. You look at her with the soft, pleading eyes that you usually would when begging.

Agatha looks at you, nostrils flared and her eyes ablaze. “Don’t,” she mutters dangerously.

“Have I been doing good for you, Mommy?” you ask, your voice syrupy sweet as you get closer. “Have I been a good gi-”

“I’m going to start smoking again!” Agatha calls back as she rushes out of the room.

“No, you are not!” you shout, running after hert.

“Yes, I am!”

“Agatha Harkness!” you say, hands on your hips as she lays face down on the bed. “There’s two weeks left! And if I catch you smoking again, I’ll glue myself to your hip so you can’t go anywhere without me!”

When you get a response, Agatha doesn’t lift her head, instead choosing to mumble whatever words into her pillow.

Yes, the first week and a half have been hard, but the second half might as well be torture.

There are eight days left. Eight.

You run through every floor in the Tower. You tear apart the entire kitchen, look in every pot and pan, tupperware containers, anywhere that manual could be. You even check in the strangest places–Tony’s lab, every bathroom you have access to, the lobby, you even went into the elevator and removed a panel so you could climb in and see if she hid it there (she didn’t).

In your desperation, you were even searching your own room, hoping that somehow Wanda hid it there. You check in your bedside drawers, in your bathroom cabinets, underneath the clothes in your dressers, and while in the closet you even tried opening the safe with magic.

Now, you’re under your bed, legs sticking out as you search through shoe boxes and plastic bins of out-of-season clothes.

“Hiya, hon.”

Startled, you crack your head on the boards of the bed frame. “Son of a bitch!” You flip over onto your back and scooch out from under the head. “Hi. I didn’t think you’d be home so soon.”

Agatha stands over you, head tilted and arms crossed as she looks at you curiously. “Mhm…whatcha doin’?”

“I–Um…” You stand up, rubbing the spot on your head you hit. “Nothing–”

“You were looking for the manual, weren’t you?” she asks, narrowing her eyes.

You gasp, “No, I was not! How could you accu–yes. I was looking for the manual.” You watch as she shakes her head slowly and grins, and then her tongue pokes into her cheek. You rush forward, voice shaking, “You don’t understand, Agatha.” Your hands grip her shoulders and the desperation in your voice is loud. “I’m ovulating! You know how I get! I tried opening the safe with magic and it didn’t work!”

Agatha nods her head, “I know. I had Wanda put a spell on it when you went out to lunch with Steve and Nat yesterday.”

You whimper, head ducking into her chest as your hands grip her shoulders tighter. “I’m going insane, Aggie!” you cry.

Agatha takes both of your hands and removes them from her shoulders, placing kisses on both of them. You look up at her with pleading eyes and she giggles. “It’s only for eight more days.”

“I cannot last in these conditions,” you whine. Your hands slip from her grasp and cup her cheeks. You kiss her hard. “I need you to fuck me,” you beg, kissing her again. When you pull away, your teeth are clenched in frustration. “I need you to fuck a baby into me. Ruin me, Agatha. Please!”

Agatha reaches up to hold your wrists and kisses you softly. When she pulls away, she pouts in a condescending way. “Poor thing.” She reaches for your cheek and pats it twice. “You’ll survive.”

She drops her arms and walks past you as your jaw drops. While walking towards the bathroom, her hips swaying more than usual, she looks back at you with dark eyes. “I’m gonna go take a bath if you’d like to join me.”

You close your eyes and sigh before following her, completely defeated. “Okay…”

After that day, you calmed down–until the time to pack for your honeymoon came. After Wanda lifts the spell on the safe, she leaves immediately and Agatha opens it. You almost cry from the sight of your sex toys alone. It’s like you found the world's greatest treasure–like the sinful gates of Heaven were finally opening for you.

Agatha eyes you as she takes them out. “Don’t even think about it.”

“How can I not think about it?” you whine. You stand beside her, fingers trailing over her shoulder and arm as you look up at her with pleading eyes. “Please?” you ask quietly. “You don’t even have to let me finish…I just want to feel th–”

“No.”

“Please, Agatha!” you cry. “It doesn’t even have to be one of the fancy ones! A bullet! A wand! I just need to feel something!”

“Nope.” She doesn’t even look up at you as she opens the suitcase. “Definitely need to take the good strap,” she mumbles to herself. “Baby, which ones do you wanna take?”

“Surprise me,” you scowl, her back still turned to you.

Agatha looks back at you. “Don’t give me that attitude,” she scoffs. “There’s less than 48 hours left, and if you keep this up, it won’t be good for you. Now, pick out your vibrators for our honeymoon, sweetheart.”

The bachelorette party on Friday comes quickly. It’s small, with only seven of you there at your house in Westview. Tony supplied the extensive amount of alcohol while Alice, Jen, and Lilia planned the decorations, and Wanda and Natasha planned the activities. Neither you or Agatha had any part in planning. Your only job is to show up and look pretty–and the two of you do that very well.

You watch Agatha as she gets ready, and when she slips on the dress you chose for her, your jaw drops.

“Close your mouth, darling,” Agatha says, catching your eye in the mirror. “You’ll catch flies.” She turns around and you look her up and down, sighing heavily. She grins, slinging closer towards you. “24 hours, sweetheart. Be patient.”

With a kiss to the corner of your mouth, she slips out of the bathroom. On your shared bed there are two white sashes, both with the word ‘Bride’ on them.

Agatha scrunches her nose up at them. “Do we really have to wear these?”

“Jen and Wanda were very insistent on it,” you say, standing behind her and wrapping your arms around her waist. You let go and pick one of them up, draping over Agatha’s headband adjusting it. “There!” you chirp. “See? You look so cute!”

“It’s tacky,” she deadpans.

“Just wear it,” you say.”It’s just one night, and I’m wearing one too.”

When you get downstairs, you’re met with cheers and party noisemakers. Pink decorations fill the house and Agatha takes a deep breath, looking at you and then back to the coven. “Really? All pink?”

“It’s not a bachelorette party without tacky, pink decorations,” Alice says.

In the living room, you pick up an open bottle of chardonnay, pouring yourself and Agatha a glass. She takes it with a kiss on your cheek and follows you as you sit down on the couch.

Laughter drowns out whatever music is playing. You’re several rounds into a drinking game, giggling into Agatha’s shoulder. “In her defense,” you say, catching your breath, “neither of us knew the other was a witch.”

“She abandoned you on a sinking ship!” Wanda gawks.

“I would have stayed anyway,” you shrug. “It was my job to help people.”

“I can’t believe we didn’t know you met on the Titanic,” Alice says, shaking her head in disbelief. “Now, it makes sense. They’re trauma bonded.”

Natasha sits up, taking a sip of her drink. “Not to change the subject, but I’ve been meaning to ask you two…” she says. Her eyes narrow with curiosity as she looks at you and Agatha. “Why have you two been so on edge recently? I know you bicker, but it’s been a lot worse.”

Wanda bursts out laughing and you and Agatha make eye contact, trying your best to hold in your giggles as the rest of them exchange weird looks. Your finger traces the rim of your glass and you sigh. “We’ve…been on a three week long sex ban in preparation for tomorrow night.”

Jen chokes on her drink and Nat’s eyes widen.

“You know that safe you saw us carrying?” Agatha grins. “It was for our sex toys.”

“So…” Nat looks around, choosing her words carefully. “You’ve been irritated…because neither of you were getting laid…voluntarily?”

“Yep,” Agatha says simply.

Nat points beside her to Wanda. “And…she was…in on it?”

“Yes,” you chirp. “She hid the safe manual so we couldn’t get the code until last night. Where did you hide it?”

“Oh, I threw it away,” Wanda says.

You sit up quickly. “You threw it away?”

“Yeah.”

“I climbed into the elevator shaft looking for it,” you gawk. “And this whole time, it’s been in a landfill?”

Lilia takes a sip of her wine and leans in toward Jen, her voice quiet, “They are so much worse than we thought.”

As the night progresses and you and Agatha cut yourselves off from drinks, you grow more and more tired–and so does Agatha. As you doze off on her shoulder, she shakes you awake. “Do you wanna go to bed?”

You look at your phone, and when you see it’s almost three in the morning you get up. She takes your hand and when the others see you leaving to go to bed, you get the drunken teasing.

“Big day tomorrow!”

“Harkess needs her beauty sleep!”

In your bedroom, you flop down onto the bed, groaning.

Agatha turns on the bathroom light, retrieving a pack of makeup wipes and returning to your room. “Come on,” she says, straddling your hips and pulling off your fake lashes. “I know you’re sleepy, but you need to take your makeup off.” She brings the cold wipe to your face, rubbing it over your cheeks. And before she removes your eyeshadow, she leans in close, muttering, “Close your eyes.”

She finishes with a kiss to your lips, but you don’t pull away, instead pulling her closer. When she breaks away, she feels your hands sneak under her dress and she giggles, sitting up and sliding off you. “Nice try. You have less than 24 hours.”

You groan again and she hands you a pair of pajamas. You begrudgingly put them on and brush your teeth, and when Agatha’s finished with her nightly routine, she tucks you into bed with a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll be in the spare bedroom tonight. I love you.” And with a final kiss on your lips, she shuts off the light and closes the bedroom door.

As tired as you are, sleep doesn’t come easily. But when it does, it leaves you groggy and with cotton mouth when you wake up–or, in this case, are woken up. A loud knock on the door stirs you, and before you can properly wake up, Wanda and Natasha are piling through with breakfast–or brunch–with Tony following behind, holding two bottles of champagne.

You sit up, rubbing your eyes. When you tap your phone, the time shows noon. “Jesus, how are you two awake? You were wasted and up longer than I was.”

“It’s your wedding day!” Wanda chirps, handing you a latte that has the logo from your favorite coffee shop on the cup. “Here, we don’t want you being sloppy drunk tonight.”

But beside her, Natasha wears a pair of sunglasses while stirring a bloody mary with a piece of celery. Tony sets down one of the bottles of champagne on your dresser.

“The car will be here to pick you and Harkness up at three. That’ll give everyone setting up the after-party here enough time before you’re back,” he says. “And I got you two the presidential suite at the Four Seasons–it’s cute, it overlooks Central Park. It’s like fifteen minutes from LaGuardia so you don’t have to get up too early tomorrow.”

Wanda wiggles her eyebrows at you and you glare at her, mouthing, “Shut up.”

“After the ceremony,” Tony continues, “I’m gonna head over there and check you in. Wanda’s already given me your luggage, so everything’s taken care of.”

When he leaves to relay the same information to Agatha down the hall, Wanda opens the curtains to your room. The light pours in, illuminating the protective bag holding your wedding dress. Your chest flutters thinking about it. 118 years and it’s finally happening–from sinking ships, to wrongful sacrifices, and a test of trust on the Road, you’ve made it out unscathed. You’ve made it out together.

The three hours of showering and hair and makeup go by quickly. You stand before a cheval mirror. The clock on the wall ticks loudly and your eyes drift up to it. Two-forty five.

You take a deep breath, but it’s all so much. Emotions flood your senses, and as you look at yourself, you can’t help but feel like the most beautiful person in the world. Flowers dot your hair, adding a pop of color against the white dress. It’s simple and lightweight, with a square neckline showing off the diamond necklace that Agatha gifted you almost a century ago.

Wanda opens the bedroom door and Natasha followers her out. In the hallway, you can hear Jen, “She’s ready.”

Your heart races.

You hear the sound of heels on the old wooden floors.

“Hi.”

But the anxiety that filled your chest dissipates upon seeing her in the reflection of the cheval mirror. It’s replaced with nothing but anticipation and love, and for a moment you’re brought back to the forward deck of the Carpathia.

You turn around and your breath is taken away when you see her entirely. “Hi.”

Agatha wears a white romper. Beneath the pristine white blazer, the top dips below her chest and a white band separates it from the loose, flowing bottoms. She’s stunning. Absolutely, unequivocally beautiful.

She crosses her arms, leaning against the door frame and grinning. “Well? Give me a twirl, princess.”

Smiling, you give her a slow twirl. Agatha walks over and she stops just short of you. When you’re facing her again, her hands go to your waist, fingers brushing the exposed skin of your back. She looks so up and down, and smiles brightly. “Absolutely breathtaking.”

“I want to kiss you so badly,” you breathe, glancing at her lips and back up.

She hums. “Soon, darling.”

Your hand slides into the crook of her elbow and she escorts you out of the room. As you approach the landing of the stairs, the coven, Wanda, and Nat all look up at you in awe.

“Oh, my god!”

“Look at them!”

“I think I’m gonna cry.”

After rounds of hugs are given, the five of them leave ahead of you just as the car arrives. Agatha helps you in and you slide all the way over. As you look out the window, your hands link in the middle seat and the feeling eases the nervousness in your stomach.

The venue is quaint. You stand side by side with Agatha in a hallway of marble and pastels. Both of you look out the french doors at the guests in the small garden who face away from you. There are barely twenty people, but every single one sitting there has impacted your life in a different way.

“Any last-minute confessions?” Agatha grins.

“I’ve had three glasses of champagne and I’m starting to feel them,” you whisper, rushing through your words.

“I’ve had four.”

Your eyes close and you let out a relieved sigh. “Oh, thank god.”

Agatha turns to look at you, smiling softly as she adjusts your necklace. “Are you ready?”

As she positions herself by your side, you slide your hand into the crook of her elbow and sigh. “Yeah…you?”

She turns her head, looking down at you, “Since 1912.”

Your head turns quickly to look at her, and you see every ounce of adoration and affection she has for you in her eyes. There’s so much weight in her gaze and you can see every year and every moment you were together–and every moment you were apart. Those 30-odd years hang in the tears she holds back, mingling with the contentment and the happiness that swells in her chest.

118 years. 43,070 days. 6,152 weeks. 62,062,006 minutes. 3,723,720,336 seconds.

And she would go through them all again.

And so would you.

Your throat tightens and your hand squeezes her arm. You turn your head back towards the door, blinking away tears as the guests stand and the small quartet begins to play. “Okay.”

The french doors leading to the garden open and you’re both bathed in the evening light of sunset. You give her arm one last squeeze, and then with a deep breath, you take the first step.

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The car ride back to your home in Westview is less than an hour. With photos and actually signing your marriage license, you’re the final ones to arrive at the reception. When you walk inside, the smell of all different types of food waft in from the kitchen and your stomach growls.

“It’s quiet,” you say.

“Thank god,” Agatha mutters, and you nudge her in the side. “Oh, look, wedding presents!” She practically drags you into the dining room when she sees the pile on the table.

“Come on!” you sigh, and you take her hand. When you open the patio doors and step out in the cool evening air, you’re met with cheering. Out of the corner of your eye you catch Agatha smiling–actually smiling, ear-to-ear.

There’s about twenty more people at the reception than there were at the ceremony. As you look around at your backyard–the decorations, the warm lights, the tables, the firepit–you’re glad Agatha insisted on having the backyard renovated.

Hugs are exchanged all around, and Agatha even tolerates it this time around. When you hand her a glass of champagne, she downs it all almost immediately.

“There’s a lot of people here,” she mutters.

“You don’t have to talk to all of them,” you muse. “But you do have to sign the thank you cards.”

Music blares through the speakers as people dance and drink. At one of the tables, you sit with Agatha, laughing with Lilia and two other guests when Jen comes over and ducks her head to speak to you. “Alice just got back.”

“Where the fuck has she been?” Agatha retorts, the numerous shots she took at ‘shot o’clock’, as Billy called it, in full effect.

“She has 250 jello shots,” Jen says quietly, “and 250 pudding shots.”

“She’s forgiven,” Agatha shrugs.

And sure enough, Alice walks through the back gate carrying a blue cooler. She sets it down beside the table where at least thirty bottles of open liquor and mixers, cans of sodas, water bottles, and a hundred bottles of beer sit in an ice bath. You and Agatha get up immediately, Jen following behind you as you go over to Alice.

“Holy shit!” Agatha beams. “Did you make all of these?”

Alice huffs, hands on her hips. “Yep. I had some help from Jen and Lilia, though.”

Looking through the cooler, there’s an array of jello colors, and all different kinds of pudding flavors. You take a handful of them for yourself and Agatha looks at you, appalled. “You gonna share any of those, hon?”

You look back in the cooler, contemplating it. “Mm…No. You’ve got plenty left, honey.”

With Lilia and the two other women at the table gone, the two of you are by yourself. You try to get each jello and pudding shot down as quickly as possible, but you end up laughing as you swallow a jello shot. You start coughing, tears starting to form in your eyes as you laugh more.

Agatha’s hand comes to your back as you wipe your mouth and take a drink of water. You drunkenly giggle as she opens another jello shot and holds it up to your newly open one. “Here’s to us…” Her eyes get dark and her lips curl into that grin she gives you when only dirty thoughts enter her mind. “...And here’s to what you’ll be choking on later.”

Your cheeks go hot and your eyes are wide as you down the last jello shot.

As the night progresses, it becomes chilly. Your arms are covered in goosebumps as you stand beside Agatha, talking to a few guests. When her hand runs up and down your arm she pauses her words and looks down at you. “Jesus, hon, you’re freezing.”

“No, I’m not!” you protest. “I’m fine!”

“I would be a terrible wife to let you freeze to death at your own wedding,” she huffs. “Here.” She takes her own blazer off and practically forces it on you. It’s just slightly too big on you and she goes behind you, hands rubbing up and down on your arms as she continues talking to the people in front of you.

“This is your favorite song,” she gasps in your ear. “Do you wanna go dance?”

“Sure,” you chirp, letting her drag you to the makeshift dance floor where other people are.

One hand goes to your waist while the other grasps your hand. You smile as you place your hand on her upper back, dancing to the upbeat music. She spins you and holds you tightly, and you can feel her fingers slip underneath the blazer and graze over your exposed back. Her lips brush your ear and her voice is low, “You have no idea how happy I was when I saw you picked out a low-cut back.”

“I knew you’d like it,” you respond, your voice quiet and breathy.

“I don’t just like it, sweetheart,” she hums. “I love it. You know damn well how much I love your back.”

You laugh quietly, shivering beneath her touch as her nails scratch lightly over your back. “You’ll get to see plenty of it after this, I promise.”

Around eleven, with the majority of the party drunk–including you and Agatha–Tony pauses the music, standing up on a chair and hollering. “I want to give a brief toast.” He scratches his eyebrow and raises his glass. “I just want to say an official ‘welcome to the family’ for Agatha, and that anyone who can stay together for 118 years, give or take, is the pinnacle of true love–which is disgustingly sappy, but it’s true. Here’s to the brides and the many more years of happiness to come.”

Midnight is approaching when a small group has the brilliant idea to go to Taco Bell. But Agatha, in her drunken state, has been teasing you all night, and vice versa.

They were only little touches, hands on waists, brushes of fingers on backs, pecks on the lips and cheeks, even those looks across the yard as you talk to talk to someone got to you. And now, every moment of desperation from the past three weeks is catching up with you.

When you decline, you bid everyone goodnight and have Tony call you a car for the forty minute drive to the hotel. With hotel room keys in Agatha’s clutch, you’re almost pushed into the car by her, drunkenly laughing as she follows. You have to cross your legs with how turned on you are. These three weeks have been the most brutal of your life, and to make it worse, Agatha sits beside you in the middle seat and her hand slips underneath the skirt of your dress.

Her fingers trail up your thigh and she leans over, skimming her lips over your neck. You can feel your pulse quicken and whisper under your breath, “Agatha, we are not alone yet.”

“And when has that stopped us before?” she mutters. She removes her lips from her neck and sits back, but her fingers don’t leave. Her eyes watch as you try to focus on the passing scenery outside, but it’s so fucking hard.

Agatha grins as you lean against the door. Her fingers move higher and higher and she can see you beginning to tremble. She never gives you want, instead opting to tease you just over your white lace panties. She applies just enough pressure for you to gasp and shut your eyes.

Agatha does this for the entire ride, on and off touches, teasing you mercilessly until you finally pull up to the hotel entrance. After tipping the chauffeur extra, you both stumble out of the car, giggling as you rush into the hotel. Agatha is on top of you as soon the elevator doors close and the 51st floor button is pressed.

“I can’t wait to get you in that fucking room. I’m going to absolutely ruin you,” she huffs into your mouth, hands gripping your waist tightly underneath the blazer you’re still wearing.

When the elevator dings and the doors open on your floor, you’re pushed out with Agatha still flush against you. The door to the suite is slammed shut and Agatha throws the room key and her clutch on the floor before pushing you against the wall.

With her lips on your neck, you open your eyes and catch yourself in the mirror. You’re a complete mess: red lipstick is smeared down your throat, your hair is falling from the pins, and the shoulder of the dress and blazer have fallen down. Your eyes drift to the rest of the room as Agatha bites at your skin and you gasp.

Expensive, plush sofas, and leather armchairs surround a fireplace and a flat screen TV. Behind it, a ten-feet-tall bay window made entirely of glass overlooks Central Park with a breakfast nook, and a glass door next to it leads to one of the outdoor terraces. The floors are deep brown–almost black–made of African wenge and ebony wood. It’s by far the nicest room you’ve ever been in.

“Oh, my god,” you breathe. “Look at this–fucking room.”

Agatha stands up straight, taking your face in her hand and forcing you to look her in the eyes. “We could be in Buckingham fucking Palace right now, and the only thing I’d want to look at is you.”

You glance at her lips and back up at her eyes, sighing. “God, that was so fucking hot.” She kisses you hard and drags her lips down your throat. With your head turned to the side to give her more access, your eyes widen as they land on the grand piano in the center of the room. “Holy shit!” you breathe. “That’s a Steinway!”

Agatha kisses back up your throat and kisses you softly, hand coming to cup your chin. She makes deep eye contact with you, her voice low and gravelly. “I’ll fuck you on that Steinway if you want, I promise. But for now, I’m going to need you to focus, baby.”

You’re breathless and you nod lightly.

“Can you do that for Mommy?” she asks. Her voice is calm, but the tone and her eyes make you feel like a child being scolded.

“Yes,” you say.

“Yes,” she repeats slowly, and kisses you lightly. “I know you can be good for me.”

You nod again and keep eye contact as she sinks to her knees. Your breathing gets heavier as she bunches your skirt up, having you hold it as she kisses up your thighs and pulls down your underwear. The sound of her moaning at the sight of you alone has you clenching around nothing.

Agatha looks up at you, mouth hovering over your cunt as you tremble. “I’ve fucking missed this pussy,” she moans.

The feeling of her mouth on you again is indescribable. The slightest touch of her tongue against your clit sends you spiraling. And when she slips two fingers inside, you moan and she gasps, eyes peering up at you. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this fucking wet for me before.”

You can’t even respond as your head falls back onto the wall with a thud. Her fingers and tongue work in tandem, and in less than ten minutes, with one of your legs thrown over her shoulder, you’re shaking uncontrollably.

“Agatha, I–!” You choke on your words, grasping her hair as you lean forward. “I can’t stand–I’m gonna–fuck–I’m gonna fall over–!”

She removes her mouth and fingers from your pussy, and stands up to kiss you. Her hands come to your thighs and lift you easily, her mouth against yours as she carries you across the room. You have no clue where she’s taking you–until there’s a loud, unpleasant sound of piano keys.

When you pull away, you’re exactly where you think–the Steinway piano. Your hand braces yourself on the keys beside you, making another, sharper sound. Your other hand grips her shoulder as she kisses your neck and her fingers slide right back into you.

Your nails dig into her skin as you gasp, “Oh, my god, you’re fucking me on a Steinway.”

“I am,” she huffs against your lips, grinning as her fingers keep working. “I make good on my promises, don’t I? And I promised to fuck you until you almost pass out.”

You moan loudly into her kiss. The pleasure is so intense–three weeks of nothing is catching up quickly. Your hips start to grind against her hand, and when her palm presses against your clit, tears quickly fill your eyes and you cry out. You sob out incoherent words, your mind melting into nothing but mush as it gets exactly what it wants after three weeks.

Mascara streaks your cheeks as you start trembling beneath her and crying into her mouth. “Oh, my god–! Fuck, Mommy! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes!”

The hand holding your skirt to your hip lets go and grips your jaw. “Open your eyes,” she demands, and you obey. “Look at me.” With her eyes on yours, her face is stone cold and you whimper. “You wanna cum don’t you? I can feel it.”

You nod and she leans in close, fingers moving faster as you sob. Her voice is stern and has a deep tone of authority to it. “You don’t need permission. Not tonight. I want you to give Mommy every single fucking drop. Do you understand?” You nod quickly and she grips your cheeks tighter. “Ah, ah. No. I need words, baby. Do you understand?”

“Yes!” you sob. “Yes, Mommy! Yes!”

“Good girl!” she praises, voice raising over your cries. “I want you to cum for me now. You can do it! Cum for me!”

You had never felt pleasure like this. The tears, your throat raw from screaming, the feeling of her hands finally on you again, the sound of the piano keys ringing out as your hands find somewhere to be–it’s all so much, and it’s all so good.

Your legs lock around Agatha’s hips as you shake, and she looks down at you like you’re her whole world–and in a way, you are. “There she is!” she smiles. “That’s my good girl!”

Your legs tremble as she fucks you through the aftershocks, clinging to her tightly as you catch your breath. Her lips press hard against yours and each kiss gets lighter and lighter until they’re barely brushing against yours.

“I think–that was–” You take a deep breath and she kisses you again. “–the best–orgasm–you have ever fucking given me.”

You both laugh into each other’s mouths, kissing softly as you carefully step down from your seated position on the piano keys. As she walks you backwards, her hands strip you of her blazer, tossing it aside on a leather armchair and starting to unbutton the back of your dress.

“Why are these buttons so fucking small?” she seethes.

You can feel her struggling and giggle against her, “Getting frustrated, Mrs. Harkness?”

“If you didn’t look so damn good in this dress, I’d rip it right off of you,” she huffs.

You almost fall through the bedroom door when she opens it. You stop to shrug off your dress and remove your heels and necklace. And when you toss everything aside, you practically jump on her. She squeals into the kiss, both of you giggling as she backs you against the bed and pushes you down onto the mattress.

When Agatha stands, she hovers over you, running her hands over the lace of your lingerie top. She groans, devouring you with her eyes, “Fuck, look at you. You’re irresistible.”

She slips off her heels and slots her knee in between your legs, leaning down to kiss you hard. Her hands reach around her back, trying to undo the zipper on her romper. She pulls away from the kiss, frustrated. “Dammit!” Her arms contort at different angles as you start laughing. “Can you help me, please?”

She turns around to let you unzip her but you struggle. “I think it’s stuck.

“Well, pull harder,” Agatha huffs.

“It’s still not–” You pull the zipper harder. “Come on–There!”

Agatha quickly pulls off the romper and unclips her bra, tossing it aside somewhere along with her underwear. Anticipation bubbles up through laughter as you move further up the bed on your hands and knees. Right as you make it to the pillows, her hand grabs your ankle and you squeal, giggling as you fall to your stomach.

When you flip yourself over, Agatha is slowly crawling towards you. Her kisses drift from your calves, up to your thighs, and stop at the apex. She drags her tongue through your folds, up your mound and over your navel, all the way up past your sternum, up your throat, and stopping in your mouth. You moan when you taste yourself on her tongue, hips lifting to seek any amount of friction.

“You are insatiable,” she muses.

“We’ve been refraining from sex for the past three weeks,” you say, hands on her cheeks. “I want you to fuck me on every surface in this suite.”

Agatha kisses you before getting out of bed. Your luggage sits in the corner and she crouches down, digging through clothes before she finds one of the wand vibrators. She stays for just a few seconds longer, and when she turns around, there’s a strip of black satin dangling from her fingers.

She comes closer and closer, each step slow and sensual. There’s a knowing smirk on her face–the one that reads: ‘You’re about to receive the best fucking of your life.’ And when she gets back into bed, she leans in close, her voice soft. “Color?”

“Green,” you breathe

Agatha kisses you softly and looks deep in your eyes, her look more sober now. “If any of this gets too much, use your safeword. Okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper.

“I love you,” she says, kissing you again before setting the vibrator down and straightening the piece of fabric. Her voice is soft but commanding, and it sends a chill down your spine. “Sit up.”

You obey, like you always do–mostly–and she leans in with the satin, placing it over your eyes and tying it in the back. She guides you back down onto the pillows and leaves you with a kiss on your forehead. You’re shaking now from the anticipation of it all and her hands slide down your ribs and over your torso.

“You’re trembling,” she says. “Take a deep breath. Relax.” You do and she lets out a satisfied hum. “Good girl.”

Your skin feels like it's on fire as Agatha’s hands go over every inch. Her fingers trace up and down your sternum before untying the front of your lingerie and letting it fall open.

“Oh, yes,” she breathes. “Gods, you are fucking beautiful.”

Her fingers graze over your nipples and you arch your back into her touch. She chuckles and sits up, reaching for the vibrator before opening your legs wide. All of your senses are magnified. Your ears listen for every sound–the rustling of the duvet, the sound of her breathing, and now, the sound of the vibrator buzzing.

You take a deep breath and when you exhale it comes out as a moan. The vibrator is pressed to your clit. You arch your back, grasping at the pillow beneath your head, and then you feel her situate herself on top of you.

Agatha lets out a deep breath as you feel her own weight press the vibrator harder onto you. “Hold this,” she says, and takes your left hand, forcing the wand into it. Her own left hand clasps your right, pinning it above your head as she rocks her hips and steadies herself over your throat.

She squeezes lightly, leaning in close enough that you’re huffing into each other’s mouths. She reaches down and turns the vibrations up, and when you whine, she smiles. Her hand goes to your forehead, pushing back the stray hair that clings to your skin. “I know, baby,” she coos. “But you look so fucking pretty like this.”

You match her pace, grinding against the vibrator and holding onto her hand tightly. You wish you could see Agatha like this–how her hair gets frizzy in the heat, the feral look in her eyes when you’re shaking beneath her. You cry out as you feel her starting to tremble above you, moans becoming louder with yours.

Convulsing beneath her, she’s breathless as she holds you down by your chest. “Keep it right there,” she huffs. “Mommy wants to cum all over you.”

The overstimulation of the vibrator on you is quickly becoming too much, but just enough to start becoming pleasurable again. Your hips start rocking against it again and she huffs out a lugh. “Are you gonna cum again?”

“Yes!” you sob.

She smiles, panting above you. “Do you wanna cum with Mommy?”

“Yes! Yes, yes yes! Please, Mommy!”

Your nails leave indents in the back of her hand as she raises her voice, her praises stern and authoritative. “That’s it, baby! Come on! Cum with Mommy!”

You finish for a third time, tears running down your temples and soaking the blindfold as Agatha collapses on top of you. With the vibrator off and her hand still in yours, you lay there with her on top of you, both of you catching your breath.

When your breath returns, you slowly feel the kisses on your neck begin again. Her tongue drags up the side of your neck and back to your mouth. With the blindfold still on, she sits you up, holding you against her tightly.

Your hands wander down Agatha’s body, grabbing at her skin blindly until your fingers find her clit and circle it slowly. She sighs into the kiss and your fingers slip inside her, slowly curling until they come to a steady rhythm. Her hips move with your fingers, forehead against yours as she moans into your mouth.

“Keep going,” she huffs. “You’re doing so fucking good for Mommy.”

It doesn’t take long for her to finish, almost screaming your name as she gushes in your hand, trembling against you. Agatha kisses you hard and pushes you back down onto the pillows.

“I was gonna save this for when we get to the Maldives,” she sighs, getting out of bed and going over to the suitcase. “But you’ve just been so good for me these past few weeks” She looks over her shoulder at you, catching you tilting your head back to peek through the blindfold. “Ah, ah! No peeking! Bad girls don’t get rewards.”

You groan, relaxing back into the bed. Your ears tune into the sounds of clicking and straps adjusting, and your heart races knowing exactly what’s coming. Hands run over the inside of your thighs, parting them wide.

“You’ve been so good for me,” Agatha drawls. “I know these past few weeks have been hard, but I’m so proud of you.” You feel yourself clench and she chuckles. She lowers herself over you as she continues speaking, her words soft, “You didn’t touch yourself once–as far as I know. But you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” You nod quickly. “That’s right. You are. And what do good girls get?” You don’t respond to her and she sits up, nails lightly trailing down your chest. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“They get rewards,” you say.

“That’s right, they do,” she mutters. “And that’s exactly what you’ll be getting.”

Your mouth opens in a silent gasp when the strap enters you. Agatha’s thumb circles your clit as she slowly thrusts in. “Since you’re blindfolded,” she says, “I think it would be best if you felt me fucking you–considering you can’t see it.”

She reaches for both of your wrists, pulling them down and pinning your hands on your lower abdomen. “I want you to feel me fucking you,” she says, tightening her hold on your wrists as she thrusts hard. “Feel how big my cock is?”

You cry out in response as you feel the strap bulge under your hands. She bites her lip, thrusting harder. “It’s all for you, sweetheart. I want you to feel me cum inside you. I want you to feel me fuck a baby into you. And you’re gonna take it all, just like the good girl I know you are.”

She speeds up, your legs trembling as she pulls herself forward by your wrists. You’re crying–blubbering, and it’s pathetic.

“Fuck, yes!” you sob. “Fuck a baby into me, Mommy, please! I want you to cum inside me.”

“Touch yourself,” she huffs, dragging your hands down further. You can feel the strap even more now, sobbing as your fingers circle your clit. She moans at the sight, “That’s my good girl. Keep touching yourself, baby.”

Nothing you have ever felt could compare to this. You’re choking on air from how good it feels. Tears are soaking the blindfold. You can’t see anything, but you can feel everything. Agatha’s tight grip on your wrists, the cock poking through and hitting your hands, your own fingers touching yourself, and Agatha’s hips slamming against yours. You’re almost drooling, and the only words you can mumble are, “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

“Do you want Mommy to cum inside you?” she says, breathless.

You can feel the cock twitch inside you and you sob, “Yes! Yes, cum inside me, Mommy, please!”

Your back arches and you’re screaming–you’re actually screaming now–as you start shaking. Your fingers circle faster, even as you go lightheaded, completely blinded by the pleasure.

Agatha’s thrusts become sporadic and messy. “That’s it, keep touching yourself. Mommy’s gonna cum inside this–fuck–this perfect fucking pussy.”

You feel her tremble, you feel the warmth, and you’re too spent to move. You lay there, catching your breath, eyes closed. After she pulls out, she tosses the strap off the bed and pulls the blindfold over your head.

Agatha’s hand brushes over your cheek. “Sweetheart?” she mutters. Your eyes open, adjusting to the light, and you catch her smiling softly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you breathe. “Yeah, I’m–you really weren’t joking when you said you’d fuck me until I almost pass out.”

She chuckles and kisses your cheek. “I told you. I make good on my promises.”

She lays down beside you, arm wrapped around you as your head rests on her shoulder. Her fingers trail up and down your arm and she turns her head to look at you. “So was it worth it?”

You hold your left hand up in the warm lamp light, watching as it reflects off the diamond of your engagement ring and the silver of your wedding band. You turn on your side and curl into Agatha. And as you lay soft kisses on her lips you mutter, “Oh, absolutely, Mrs. Harkness…Absolutely.”

#agatha all along #kathryn hahn #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #fanfiction #agatha harkness smut #smut

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bueckersleftbraid · 2 months ago

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pazzi as moms!!

An AU one shot in which Azzi and Paige both play for the Los Angeles Sparks and have a daughter.

wc: 2.9k (sry its short!!)

pls leave live reacts I will love you 4ever!!

p.s. I would possibly be down for writing a part 2 of like this scenario or the flashback?? lmk! <3

“But mommy I don’t wanna!” The little girl whined, her brown curls messy as she had just gotten out of bed. She looked just like her mother- except for those icy blue eyes which some how always persuaded Azzi to give her what she wanted.

“I know Abby baby, but you don’t really have a choice. If you want to see mama and mommy play this weekend, you have to go to school.” Azzi spoke, her voice soft but firm, as she looked down at her mini doppelgänger. The name Abby had come for a sweet girl that was a friend of Paige and Azzi when they played at UConn, someone who they both held close to their hearts. She was a light to all of the girls on the team- and ever since she had met her, even before she passed, Azzi was sure that Abby would be the name of her child in honor of the special girl. Paige had been totally on board with the idea, and didn’t hesitate to agree as Abby was also a memory she would never dare to let go.

“Hmft!” Abby plopped down on the floor, crossing her arms with I pout, “I want mama!” Abby’s voice was whiny, and Azzi knew the little girl wouldn’t give up until she got what she wanted. Plus, she could never say no to the eyes that looked almost identical to the ones she fell in love with years ago.

“Okay baby, how about we give mama a call while you get ready for school?” Azzi pulled out her phone from her back pocket and Abby’s face immediately lit up, her arms falling to her side to push herself off the ground. Azzi clicked on the pinned contact and the phone rang only once before a familiar voice echoed through the speaker.

“Hi, what’s up Az?” Paige spoke through the phone. She was clearly in the middle of something, walking swiftly through the city of Los Angeles, car horns and voices bustling around her.

“Abby wants to talk to you while she gets ready, she’s been a real pain this morning. If your busy we don’t-“

“No. No don’t even finish that sentence. I am never to busy for my girls.” Paige said, cutting her off. Azzi gave her a soft smile before handing the phone over to Abby. “Hi my sweet girl. Are you giving mommy a hard time this morning?” Paige cooed through the phone, a smile melting onto her face as soon as she saw her daughter on the screen.

“Nooo mommy wants me to go to school- mama tell her that I don’t have to go to school.” The little girl demanded, a pout still evident on her face.

“Well Abbs, school is important- but how about this? Mommy and I will take you out for ice cream tonight if your good allllll day?” Paige always had a way of annoying Azzi by giving into more than what Abby had asked for.

“Really Mama? Your gonna buy me ice cream??” The little girl sounded ecstatic, her eyes immediately lighting up and the words ice cream.

“Sure sweet girl, anything for you. Now listen to Mommy and get ready for school.” Paige spoke, her face looking up from the phone every few seconds to check her surroundings. Azzi set up the phone against the bathroom mirror before taking a brush and some hair spray to try and tame the toddlers messy curls.

“Mommy I want braids like mama today” Abby spoke as she watched Paige intently through the phone screen, noticing that the blonde had her signature hairstyle in. Paige gave the girl a small smile as she heard her request.

“Okay, and how about a pink bow to match your outfit?” Azzi suggested. Paige and Azzi had both agreed that their daughter would have the best style—no matter where she was going- because she was their daughter after all. Paige and Azzi both being known for their pregame fits, and sometimes accompanied by their daughter— who always wore a matching bow in her hair—had made it their goal to make their daughter an icon in the fashion world before the age of 12. And sometimes accompanied far, they had succeeded.

“Abbs guess who you get to see this weekend?” Paige said, the same smile that had been on her face since she answered the call only growing.

“Who mama?” The little girl said her voice a mix of curiosity and excitement.

“Well this weekend mama and mommy’s team are playing the Mystics. Do you remember who plays for the Mystics?” Paige said, as she looked down at the phone to see her daughter’s reaction. Abby thought for a second before her face lit up.

“Auntie Lili!!” Abby exclaimed, as Azzi tried to keep her head still so she wouldn’t pull on her hair. The girls chatted until Azzi finished Abby’s hair, and then Abby went to get dressed, leaving Azzi alone in the bathroom with Paige still on the phone.

“I like that color on you baby,” Paige spoke as she stared at Azzi through the phone. Azzi was wearing a brown set, which complimented her skintone perfectly. Really, she had worn it because she knew Paige liked it, but she would never admit that fact.

“Thanks P,” Azzi smile softly at her wife through the phone, “What time do you think you’ll be home? I wanna go for lunch” Azzi spoke as she pulled her hair up into a bun.

“Um.. probably 10? I should be back on the road in a few so maybe even before that.” Paige and Azzi had made the conscious decision to buy a house about an hour away from the city, in Calabasas, wanting a quieter life. Even though they had to go into LA often, they enjoyed having a homier neighborhood to raise their daughter in. Azzi was also very adamant that her daughter not be exposed to the craziness of the city before she was old enough to understand it. So, whenever they went to games, it was a quick in and out.

“Okay, any ideas for lunch? I’m sort of craving a salad.” Azzi had always been one to eat healthy. Paige on the other hand hated vegetables—or anything of the sort. She would much rather have a greasy fast food meal any day of the week.

“How about I take you to Erewhon? My treat.” Paige said, knowing that the store would have something for both of them—despite the high price tag. Paige had been begging Azzi to bring her recently anyway because she was dying to try their Mac and cheese.

“That’s fine with me, just text me when you’re almost home so I’ll be ready” Azzi said as she picked up the phone from the counter and walked into Abby’s room. “Abby baby say bye to mama” Azzi said, handing the phone off to the toddler.

“Bye mama! I love you!” Abby said as she waived to Paige through the screen.

“I love you too sweet girl, be good for mama okay?” Paige said as she looked at her daughter, now dressed in a pink tshirt and jean shorts, and of course wearing her cross necklace to match the ones that adorned both her parents necks daily.

“I will!” Abby said as she handed the phone back to Azzi before scurrying to grab her backpack.

“Safe driving, love you P” Azzi gave her wife a soft smile, taking a second to admire the way the California sun made the blondes blue eyes glow.

“Love you too Az” Paige before hanging up the phone.

——

The breeze of the mid July wind felt perfect against Azzi’s face as they drove on the road with the rolled down. It was the perfect day. The sun was shining and it wasn’t to hot, but just the right amount of warm. Paige’s hand rested against the exposed skin of her wife’s thigh, softly squeezing it every now at then, her thumb subconsciously rubbing against the soft skin. Azzi’s gaze landed outside the passenger window, gazing at the gorgeous view of the coast as they took their favorite drive. They rarely got to take this adventure anymore, since having Abby they’d become busy at every turn. But today was the perfect opportunity, considering Abby was at school and they both had a free schedule. Driving was one of their favorite activities early in their relationship and it always gave them both flashbacks to when Paige had first driven Azzi around Storrs.

Flashback - Summer 2020

“Come on Az, I promise it’s worth it.” Paige had been practically begging Azzi for the last hour to let her take her for a drive around Storrs. The town wasn’t exactly the most exciting place, but Paige knew every corner of it—every shortcut, every hidden gem, every quiet escape. And more than anything, she wanted Azzi to see it the way she did.

She wanted her to see UConn as home.

Azzi sat cross-legged on Paige’s dorm bed, absently scrolling through her phone. She could feel Paige’s gaze on her, those piercing blue eyes, the ones she was slowly falling deeper for by the second, filled with mischief and anticipation. The truth was, Azzi never could resist her.

“Fine. But only a short drive- 30 minutes tops.” Azzi huffed, finally caving.

Paige grinned, triumphant. “You’re gonna love it.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but her lips curled slightly at the sight of Paige’s excitement. There was something about her energy, something contagious, something that made Azzi’s carefully built walls lower just a little every time they were together. Paige had a way of making the world feel smaller, like it was just the two of them, like nothing else mattered. And that terrified Azzi more than she was willing to admit.

Paige and Azzi were currently in what one would like the call ‘the in-between’. It was obvious to anyone that there were feelings, and sure, they had made out more than a few times… and maybe more… but, they weren’t dating. Nor had they addressed the butterflies that erupted in their stomachs when they caught each others eyes from across the room, or how the quiet and intimate nights spent together when Paige would visit Azzi in DC felt. They were just… them. Paige and Azzi. P and Az. They were just figuring it out.

Azzi slipped on one of Paige’s many UConn sweatshirts that she had collected through her past few months on campus.

“Hmm.. you look good in husky blue Az,” Paige said, a small smirk growing across her face as she saw Azzi in her sweatshirt, her eyes drifting up and down her figure.

“You think?” Azzi said, not even noticing the smirk on Paige’s face as she looked at herself in the mirror. The choice had always been sort of obvious to Azzi. I mean, playing with 3 of her best friends, Amari, Caroline, and Paige, plus it all being at the Basketball Capital of the World? How could she say no? But she had also been swayed by Maryland—it being close to her family— as well as UCLA, considering it had always been a dream of hers to live in Los Angeles. But despite not telling anyone, her mind was pretty set on UConn. Mostly because of a certain blonde, but she would never admit that.

“Come on Az, let’s go” Paige said, her voice soft as she took Azzi’s hand in hers, intertwining their fingers and pulling her out of her thoughts. Paige always had a way of making the brunette feel safe with the simplest of gestures. And that? That was dangerous.

——

“Paige we’ve been off campus for 20 minutes, where are we going?” Azzi spoke, her voiced tinged with a hit of annoyance, though they both knew she didn’t mind these quiet moments alone with the blonde.

“Almost there, promise.” Paige squeezed her hand softly as her thumb traced over her knuckles.

Eventually, Paige pulled off the main road onto a barely visible dirt path. The car bumped along the uneven ground until they reached what looked like a small, secluded parking area. There wasn’t much to see- just tall grass swaying in the breeze, a hint of water glistening beyond the trees.

Azzi furrowed her brows. “Are you planning to murder me in the woods? Because if so, I’d like to know beforehand.”

Paige laughed, shaking her head as she unbuckled her seatbelt. “Just get out of the car, Az.”

She made her way over to the passenger door, continuing the tradition of opening Azzi’s door for her whenever she gave her the chance. She reached out a hand to help her step down from the car and Azzi accepted it, not letting go when she reached the ground. Paige led her down towards the darkness, but then suddenly a dock was illuminated in the distance by a few stands of hanging lights.

“What… what is this?” Azzi’s voice was soft as she looked around. She had never seen or heard of this dock, which was as odd considering it seemed like a pretty nice spot.

“It’s nothing really, Geno’s family owns the lot, but their away right now. He said the team can come here whenever so… I brought you with me.” Paige spoke as she led Azzi down the dock towards the patio furniture that sat at the end.

As they reached the dock Paige sat down, pulling Azzi into her, but Azzi was hesitant.

“Come on Az. No one’s around, just let me hold you,” Paige’s eyes were pleading, she needed this. She needed Azzi. Her Azzi.

The brunette gave in, leaning into Paige’s body- well more like melting into it. She had craved her touch, the closeness that they had lacked since she had last spent a night with Paige.

“I’ve missed you so much Az, more than you’ll ever know” Paige muttered into the cool summer air. Azzi instinctively moved closer, her arms finding their way around Paige’s waist from the side as she inhaled the familiar sent of the blonde. They sat in comfortable silence for a moment before Paige spoke again, noticing how quite Azzi was. “What’s on your mind pretty girl?”

Azzi exhaled softly before responding, melting impossibly further into Paige’s touch.

“I think I’m gonna commit.” Azzi spoke. Her voice was quick, like she’d been dying to get these words off her chest for weeks.

“Wait Az- seriously?” Paige sat up, meeting her eyes.

Azzi nodded. “Yeah. I mean, I haven’t told anyone yet. You’re the first person I’ve said it out loud to, so you can’t tell anyone yet, okay?”

For a moment, Paige didn’t say anything. Then, suddenly, she was moving- wrapping Azzi in a tight embrace, burying her face in the crook of her neck.

“Oh my god, Az,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Azzi felt a dampness against her skin and realized with a jolt that Paige was crying.

She pulled back, cupping Paige’s face in her hands. “Hey... are you crying?”

Paige let out a watery laugh. “Shut up.”

Azzi smiled, her thumb brushing away a stray tear from Paige’s cheek. “I didn’t think you’d be this emotional about it.”

Paige sniffled, but her grin was unstoppable. “Are you kidding? I’ve been waiting for you to say that since the moment I met you.”

Azzi’s heart flipped in her chest.

She didn’t respond—she didn’t need to. Instead, she leaned in, closing the distance between them in a soft, lingering kiss.

It tasted like promises. Like the start of something real.

And for the first time, Azzi wasn’t scared.

——

Present - June 2031

The engine hummed softly as Paige pulled into the daycare parking lot, easing the car into a shaded spot near the entrance. Azzi sat comfortably in the passenger seat, her head tilted back slightly against the headrest, eyes half-lidded from the warmth of the afternoon sun. The remnants of their afternoon drive still lingered—the salty ocean breeze in their hair, the faint scent of sunscreen on their skin, and the shared laughter that had filled the car as they cruised down the Southern California coast.

It had been a perfect day.

Lunch had been as predictable as ever—Azzi with her fresh Cobb salad, something light yet filling, and Paige with her usual combination of comfort foods. Mac and cheese, strawberries, and grilled chicken. She had barely glanced at the vibrant array of fresh vegetables Erewhon offered, much to Azzi’s amusement.

“I don’t understand how you survive without eating real greens,” Azzi had teased, twirling a forkful of her salad.

Paige had only grinned, popping a strawberry into her mouth. “These count.”

Now, parked in the lot, the golden California sun cast a soft glow across Azzi’s skin, making it nearly impossible for Paige to look away.

The way the sunlight kissed her tan complexion, the way the warmth made her eyes just a shade lighter, like pools of honey—it was almost unfair. Paige had seen Azzi in every possible setting, in every lighting, in every moment of exhaustion, excitement, and everything in between. But somehow, she never got used to how effortlessly stunning she was.

She let out a small breath, shaking her head slightly before speaking.

“You look so beautiful, Az,” Paige murmured, her voice dipping into something softer, something more raw. Her eyes traced every inch of the girl beside her, like she was committing the sight to memory.

Azzi turned, her gaze meeting Paige’s, amusement flickering in her brown eyes at the sudden intensity. But it only lasted a second before something more tender settled in her expression.

“Thank you, baby,” she hummed, reaching out to brush a strand of blonde hair behind Paige’s ear.

Paige swallowed, her heart skipping at the simple touch.

God, she was in so deep.

Azzi’s thumb traced lightly over Paige’s cheekbone, her touch featherlight, but the effect was immediate. Paige felt her breath hitch slightly, her pulse thrumming in her ears.

“You’re staring,” Azzi whispered, tilting her head slightly, her lips curling at the edges.

Paige smirked, but she didn’t look away.

“Can you blame me?”

Azzi laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re perfect.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but the warmth in her gaze betrayed her. Paige could tell she liked hearing it, even if she pretended otherwise.

For a moment, they just sat there, the hum of the world outside the car fading into the background. It was these moments Paige cherished the most—the quiet in-between, where nothing needed to be said, where everything they felt was just understood.

A soft buzz interrupted the stillness, Azzi’s phone vibrating against the center console. She glanced at the screen and sighed, stretching slightly before unbuckling her seatbelt.

“Time to pick up the little monster,”

Paige groaned playfully. “I was really enjoying just staring at you.”

Azzi laughed, leaning over to press a soft kiss to the blonde’s cheek. “You’ll survive.”

Paige sighed dramatically, but a smile tugged at her lips as she watched Azzi step out of the car, the sunlight catching in her curls.

Yeah, she was definitely in too deep.

____

“Mommy! Mama!” Abby’s excited voice rang through the warm afternoon air as she sprinted across the small daycare yard, her tiny backpack bouncing with each hurried step. Her curls, wild from a day of play, framed her beaming face as she launched herself toward the two women standing at the bottom of the steps.

“Hi sweet girl” Paige cooed as she took her daughter’s backpack and slung it over her shoulder.

“Ready for ice cream Abbs?” Azzi hummed, lifting up her daughter and carrying her on her hip.

“Yes Mommy! Can we go to the beach ice cream shop? So I can see the seals in the water?” Abby said excitedly. She had always loved the ice cream shop that sat across the street from the coast, Ted’s. Coincidentally sharing a name with UConns on campus bar, which Paige and Azzi frequented during their years in college.

As Azzi held Abby close, the little girl wrapped her arms around her neck, resting her head on her mother’s shoulder. Paige reached over, smoothing a few stray curls from Abby’s forehead as they made their way back to the car.

The afternoon sun had started to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the daycare lot. The warmth of California’s breeze wrapped around them, carrying the distant scent of saltwater and summer. It was one of those moments Paige wished she could freeze in time—the three of them together, no rush, no stress, just this.

After buckling Abby into her car seat, Paige slid into the passenger seat while Azzi took the wheel.

“Alright, Ted’s it is,” Azzi said, turning on the car.

“Yay!” Abby cheered from the back.

Paige turned her head for just a second to catch the girls eye, before turning back to the road. “What flavor are you getting, Abbs?”

“Umm…” Abby scrunched her nose, deep in thought. “The chocolate one with the rainbow sprinkles. And the cookie on top!”

Paige gasped playfully. “No way! That’s the best one.”

Abby giggled, kicking her little feet excitedly. “Mommy what are you gonna get?”

Paige glanced at Azzi, smirking. “Let me guess… vanilla?”

Azzi scoffed, crossing her arms. “Excuse me, I have taste.”

“Do you?” Paige teased. “Because all through college, you only ever got plain vanilla or maybe chocolate if you were feeling wild.”

Abby burst into laughter at that, and Azzi rolled her eyes. “Okay, Mommy, what are you getting then?”

Paige shrugged, smirking. “Mint chocolate chip, obviously.”

Azzi groaned, making a dramatic gagging noise. “You would. That is the worst flavor ever.”

Paige gasped, feigning offense. “Oh, we’re breaking up.”

“Too late, you’re stuck with me forever,” Azzi shot back with a mischievous smile as she waived her left hand in the air, flaunting her wedding ring.

Paige shook her head, laughing, as she reached for Azzi’s hand, squeezing it as she drove. It was the simplest of gestures, but it made Azzi’s heart flip, the same way it had when they were just kids navigating their feelings all those years ago.

As they pulled up to Ted’s, the familiar hum of the ocean filled the air, waves crashing in the distance. Abby practically bounced in her seat, eager to get her ice cream and see the seals.

Paige turned to Azzi, watching as she smiled at their daughter, her eyes filled with nothing but love.

This- these little moments, these small but infinite pieces of happiness- this was everything.

And Paige wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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my mini multiverse of madness…

Base Line (1940s!Bucky x Reader)

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a/n: what is that gif bc holyyy shittttt

You’d been living on the army base since you were three, and by the time that Bucky had shown up, you were almost ten. He was already ten—-a little dusty and dirty, with messy brown, cocoa powder colored hair. He’d just lost his parents, and he was dragging a lot of emotional baggage with him. He was young. And broken. And still facing that same basic human condition—the hole in his heart.

When you were young, a woman on base had taught you this: there is a hole inside of your heart, no matter where you come from. You could’ve been rich and unloved, poor and loved, rich and loved, poor and unloved, it didn’t matter. The hole came preprogrammed in you. And you, and only you, could fill it. “It’s why people fight these terrible wars, write those stories and books, travel around the world,” she’d said. “We’re all just trying to fill the hole in our hearts.”

Despite not fully grasping this concept, you believed with all of your holed-heart that this was exactly how it was.

You were a bit lonely on base. You were the only kid here, and now, all of a sudden, there was a boy your age living here too. And his sister. Unfortunately, his sister was three, and couldn’t really play the games you wanted to yet.

Bucky was shy. Nervous. He knew the men that were now taking care of him well—-they’d been his father’s army buddies, his closest friends. But he’d just lost his parents, and all he wanted to do was just go home.

Instead, you walked up to him with the only board game that the base had that you were allowed to use. You smiled at him, then said, “Wanna play Dominoes?”

Bucky looked at you for a moment, contemplating. “I don’t know how to play Dominoes,” he admitted quietly.

You grinned. “Well, it’s easy. I can teach you.”

Bucky didn’t really want to be taught, but it seemed a lot better than just being stuck in his thoughts. “Alright.”

Bucky had made the best decision of his life. Turned out that he did like Dominoes, but what he liked a whole lot more than Dominoes is you. He liked having a playmate. Soon, the two of you had branched out to a whole lot of other games to play together—games that didn’t necessarily involve sitting on the floor and playing with small, rectangular-shaped pieces.

The two of you started out even, but as time wore on and you got older, Bucky got taller and stronger, and he’d carry you around the base on his back, piggy-back style, and try to race. He raced a few animals, a few cars, some of the guys on the base, and he didn’t normally win. “Just you watch, though. I’m gonna kick your butt some day!” Bucky would declare after each loss. He was only twelve, after all.

— — —

By the time Bucky was thirteen, you and he were both going to the same school and all of the kids there knew that you and Bucky were a package deal. Sure, you had your friends and he had his, but you two were closer than anybody else there, and they all knew it. With that came the teasing about you two dating. And as you told everybody, “we’re not.”

This became less believable when one guy made the mistake of making an insensitive comment about you during the recess before the end of school. What it was? You didn’t know. Bucky refused to tell you. But what everybody saw was that Bucky took a swing at the guy, pinned him onto the ground and menacingly told him, “Keep. Her. Name. Out. Of. Your. Filthy. Mouth.” The guy nodded.

“Bucky! What the hell??” You ran up to him. “You alright?” you asked the guy on the ground, who, apprehensively, nodded.

“I don’t give a damn if he’s alright,” Bucky argued. Then, he returned his attention to the guy. “She’s nice to you, and you’re talkin’ crap about her? What’s wrong with you?” His eyes were glaring daggers.

“What even happened?” you asked, confused.

“This asshole was talking bad about you,” Bucky pointed.

“You gotta quit cursing, somebody’ll tell on you,” you said. “What did he even say to get you so mad?”

“Oh, no way I’m repeating that. You don’t need to hear it.”

“Buck! You punched a guy over me, I wanna know,” you argued.

“You don’t need to hear it! It was disgusting. And you’re never gonna say it or anything like it again, are you?” Bucky threatened the guy. The guy shook his head emphatically.

“C’mon, let’s go,” you gently pulled on his arm.

As you walked away, half-dragging Bucky with you, one of your girl friends said, “and you’re sure that he’s not your boyfriend?”

“Hey, I can love her without dating her, alright?” Bucky argued as you sighed and continued dragging him.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you repeated to the girl.

“He sure looked like it!”

— — —

When you managed to get Bucky back to the army base, he was still refusing to tell you what the guy had even said to get him so angry. “Woah, woah, what happened here?” one of the men who took care of Bucky walked into the room. His name was Frank.

“Bucky punched a guy,” you explained.

“He was talking crap about her,” Bucky pointed to you. “I was just tryna get him back for it.”

“...what exactly did you do to him, Buck?” Frank asked apprehensively.

“I punched him once,” Bucky said.

“And then you pinned him to the ground,” you added.

“Well, I had to make sure he’d hear me,” Bucky replied.

“Wait, what did you say?” Frank questioned.

“I told him to keep her name out of his filthy mouth,” Bucky shrugged.

“What did he even say?” Frank asked.

“He won’t tell me!” you exclaimed.

“Okay, okay,” Frank held both his hands up. “Bucky, we’re gonna have to talk about this.”

What happened during Bucky’s conversation with Frank is not something that you ever got to find out about. What you did know was that Frank elected not to punish Bucky, which ended up turning into a slight debate when the other men found out what he’d decided. But for some reason, after Frank talked to them, they agreed with them. This made you think that Bucky had told them what the guy had said. But why wouldn’t he tell you??

— — —

When you were fifteen, you were still attending the same school as Bucky. Of course. You were rather close, still, but you’d begun to reach the age where it really truly felt nothing like the friendship you’d had when you were kids. You missed it. You missed him. He was off with his guy friends all of the time, and you missed the boy who’d carry you around on his back in the summers at base, running and racing whatever he could.

On Bucky’s end, he was intentionally distancing himself from you. He loved you so much that it hurt. And he was surrounded by boys his age dating and talking about girls and getting girlfriends, but all he really just wanted was you. But your lives were so intwined—your circumstances so close together—that taking that risk of asking you, or even being with you, felt too great to bear. Because, what a girl you were. He grew up amidst all of his father’s army buddies, military men, men who showed him army values and taught him to fight and be respectful. You’d had the same upbringing, and you’d stayed sweet all throughout. Though, he had to admit—you could certainly throw a punch or two. He hated himself for this, but… it’s for the best.

Or is it?

So, despite the fact that he didn’t really want to, Bucky went ahead and asked out this girl that a friend of his had told him was into him. When he went to leave, you were sitting outside. Writing in your notebook. For school, probably. Or journaling. Did you even journal? He didn’t know. Why did he have to walk past you? Bucky sighed, and did it anyway. He walked out, right by you, and like he knew you would, oh goddammit, you asked, “are you goin’ out or somethin’?”

Bucky swallowed. “Yeah, I got uh… got a date.”

You raised your eyebrows slightly, clearly a little surprised. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Have a good time, then.”

“Thanks. You too- I mean, uh.. I uh.. I’ll see you when I get home.” Just like that, he darted off.

You rested your head on your hand, looking out into the darkness Bucky’d left through. You weren’t sighing, really, just…kind of intensely breathing and staring off into the distance. Frank chuckled as he walked out and saw you. “He’s got a date tonight,” he commented.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Do you know if he’s excited?”

“I don’t, he doesn’t talk to me like that anymore.”

“He doesn’t, now does he?”

“No.”

“Sad, huh?”

“Only when I think about it.”

“Huh.”

— — —

Bucky got back at just past 9:30 that night. You were inside now, reading. He sat down in the same room. You kept reading. His eyes travelled across the room, not looking for anything. He played with the zipper of his jacket. You kept reading. He was controlling every impulse not to bounce his leg. His fingers continued flipping the zipper back and forth gently. You kept reading. Finally, he broke the ice.

“It went alright.”

“That’s nice,” you replied, not looking up from your book.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” Bucky mumbled.

“What was that?”

“I said ‘yeah, I guess it is’.”

“Alright.”

“I don’t like her,” Bucky blurted. “I mean, yes, sure, she’s nice and she’s pretty, there’s nothing wrong with her, and some other guy will fall in love with her and sweep her off of her feet. I’m not the guy.”

You were surprised to hear that. “I… I’m not sure how to answer that but…okay. I’m… glad you know how you feel?”

Bucky nodded and you bit your lip, let out a soft breath, and went back to reading after a moment. Bucky got up and left.

— — —

Bucky went on a couple of other dates with a couple of other girls, but they all ended in the same way—he would say that she was pretty and nice and that she was going to find someone great someday that wasn’t him.

Frank thought it was funny. A lot of the men on base did.

“What’s your dream girl even got, Buck?” Ron asked one evening as the men played cards. You were sitting nearby with a book. “All three or four of these girls you gone out with—she’s pretty and nice, and I ain’t takin’ her out again. C’mon, Buck, what’s wrong?” The guys at the table chuckled quietly.

“I don’t know, I just don’t like ‘em,” Bucky shrugged. “Better than leadin’ ‘em on, anyways. I’ma go to bed. G’night.” He gently grazed a hand over your arm for a brief second—a subtle direct goodnight. To you.

“G’night,” you said back.

Frank chuckled and shook his head. “Aight, show me your hand, Ron.”

— — —

One night, though, things were different. Because it wasn’t Bucky going out on a date—it was you. “I’ll be back before nine!” you called as you headed out. George, one of the men, gave you a thumbs up, as did Freddy and Frank.

“Wait, what’re you dressed up for?” Bucky asked.

“What, do you think you’re the only one who’s allowed to go on dates?” you challenged. “Bye, everyone!” And you left.

Bucky bit his lip and tried not to show the jealousy that was building up inside the pit of his stomach.

Frank chuckled, shaking his head.

“What’s funny?” Bucky asked.

“You gettin’ all grumpy when she’s leaving to go on a date,” Frank continued chuckling, the cigarette dangling out of the edge of his mouth. Like most of the men on base, he’d mastered the art of talking with one.

“I’m not grumpy,” Bucky argued immediately, annoyed. His face turned slightly pink.

George and Freddy chuckled too. “You sure are,” Freddy said. “You look like a kid who lost a game or something. Buck up, Bucky.”

“Well, what if he’s a bad guy?” Bucky asked. “I’ve never met him. Or have I? Who is he?”

George snorted. “Beats me. I think Frank knows him?”

“He’s Roy Brown’s kid,” Frank shrugged. “Seems nice enough. She’s a smart girl, Buck, nothing’s gonna happen to her.”

“That’s not true,” Bucky said. “Anything could happen. He could take advantage of her, he could hurt her, she could get lost, she could have to run away from him, she could trip while running from him and get her ankle twisted or hurt herself, his car could break down, whatever! I don’t care that she’s smart, there’s a lot of bad guys out there that wanna hurt pretty girls, and if she gets stuck alone with one, she could get into trouble.”

“Woahh there, buddy,” Frank held a hand up. “They’re going out for a soda or an ice cream or something at the diner. She’ll be back before nine. I’ve met the kid before. It’s gonna be okay.”

“Yeah, if you’re so worried some guy’s gonna hurt her, just take her out yourself,” George shrugged, taking a drag of his cigarette. Freddy continued shuffling his cards.

“Like she’d wanna go out with me. I think she thinks of me like a brother,” Bucky snorted and shook his head.

Frank turned his head away from his poker chips and looked at Bucky. George held the cigarette away from his mouth. The sound of Freddy shuffling the cards stopped. Bucky looked up from his shoes. “...what?”

“So you do like her,” George said.

Bucky realized then what he’d said. “Uh…”

Freddy snorted and went back to shuffling cards. “Just ask her out, Jesus Christ. Kids these days. We raised you better than this. Be a man, Buck.”

Frank chuckled and went back to stacking and restacking his poker chips.

An hour and a half later, you returned. The men had dealt Bucky into their poker game. “Hey, girl, how was it?” George asked.

“It was fun,” you said with a smile. “I’m tired, though.”

“Yeah, you can head off to bed,” Frank said with a smile. “I’m glad you had a good night.”

“I did,” you walked over and gave Frank a hug. “He’s a nice guy, we had a nice time.” You said your goodnights, and left to go to bed.

Bucky turned to Freddy. “You really want me to take her out? I think she likes that guy.” His tone was salty.

Freddy smirked. “See if she goes out with him again. Maybe it’s like you and your damn dates. ‘Oh yes, she’s pretty and nice and yeah no way in hell I’m going back out with her.’”

“I don’t sound like that!”

The men at the table laughed.

— — —

You went on a few more dates with the guy. It drove Bucky crazy every time. He would end up playing poker and smoking a cigarette, acting like he wasn’t sitting there, waiting for you to come back. Then, one night, on your fourth date (yes, Bucky had been counting), you came back not smiling widely.

“Hey, girl, how was it?” George asked, dealing out the cards.

“It was fine,” you answered. “I don’t think I’ll go out with him again, though.”

Frank lifted his head to look up at you. “Oh yeah? Did anything happen?”

You shrugged. “We broke up.”

Oh.

Oh. Shit, did this mean you were available? Bucky internally chastened himself. What a selfish first thought. What had caused the breakup? Things had seemed to have been going really well. “Sorry,” Bucky offered.

“It’s fine,” you said. “He’s just a boy.” You walked away. The words rung around in Bucky’s head. He’s just a boy. What made someone not just a boy to you?

“Huh,” Freddy said. “She was… remarkably calm about that.”

“Good thing too, I don’t know what I woulda done if she cried,” George replied with an uneasy look, and the men at the table chuckled.

Bucky knew what he would’ve done. He would’ve held you. Because even if it felt awkward, if you needed somebody there, goddammit, he was going to be the person that was there for you. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something had happened to cause the breakup, though.

You laid down on your bed, setting your bag on the floor beside you. You were by yourself. You hadn’t expected to go out tonight and end up with no boyfriend, but you were surprised at how okay with it you were. It was beginning to make you rethink what your now ex had said.

“Who’s Bucky?” Lewis had asked you. “You talk about him a lot.” The unspoken words hung in the air. Too much.

“He’s this guy I’ve kinda grown up with,” you explained with a shrug. “I live on that army base, right? They took me in. They took him in, too, when we were younger.”

“So… did they raise you like siblings?” Lewis asked. There was almost a slightly hopeful tonality to his question.

“No, not really,” you shook your head. “He’s one of my best friends. He doesn’t really… he doesn’t really talk to me or hang out with me like he used to, but y’know, I guess times change.”

“Huh,” Lewis said. There was a pause. “How long has it been since you stopped being as close as you were?”

You thought for a moment. “Maybe a year or so. When I was… oh, no, we were still super close when I was thirteen. He punched a guy for me.”

“What?” Lewis’s words had a laugh attached to them, a slight one.

“He said the guy said something bad about me. Never said what it was,” you shrugged with a smile. “All I saw was him punch the guy and then pin him to the ground.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah.”

“Did you ever date him?”

“No! No, no.”

“But you don’t think he’s like your brother.”

“Not that either.”

“Well, I can tell you one thing. Guys only punch other guys for a girl because they either like the girl, or she’s their sister that they gotta protect,” Lewis said. “I haven’t met him, but uh, he sounds like he likes you.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, so… maybe you shouldn’t hang out with him all that much anymore.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not? You don’t like him.”

“I- I still care about him, though, I mean, we’ve grown up together and he’s a great guy an-”

“Oh my God, you do like him.”

“No, I don’t!”

“C’mon, quit lying, you like him.”

“I don’t! I like you.”

“Not as much as him, though.”

“Lewis, you’re being irrational. He’s Bucky.”

“Exactly! He’s Bucky. And you get all emotional or smiley when you talk about him.”

“I… I don’t do that.”

“Yeah, you do.”

“I don’t!”

“Well, if you really don’t like him, you’ll stop hanging out with him.”

“I… I can’t.”

“Then I guess you’re going to have to stop going out with me.”

“...alright.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

And that had been about the end of it. You were sad over it, sure, but… Bucky came first. Bucky came before any other random guy that you went out with, because he was your Bucky, and there was no way you were going to lose him any more than you already had.

You heard a knock at your door. “Come in,” you said, not getting up from your bed. You were tired, and your feet hurt from the high heels.

Bucky came in. “Hi.”

You sat up a little. “Oh, hi.”

“Are… you okay?” Bucky asked tentatively, staying in the doorway.

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m all good. You can come here, it’s not like I have the plague or something.”

Bucky cracked and amused smile and walked into the room, sitting down on the edge of your bed. “I thought you might be upset.”

You smiled a little, fondly, at him. “I’m fine. I think it’s real nice that you wanted to check in on me though.”

Bucky nodded. “Yeah.” There was a pause. “Why… why did y’all break up, exactly? I mean, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to or anything, but I was just… curious.”

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded. “It was about you, actually.”

Bucky froze. “... what.”

“Yeah, he said that I talked about you a lot and that since you’re not like, my brother or something, you must like me and so I should stop hanging out with you,” you shrugged. “I said no, he said that if I didn’t, he didn’t want to date me anymore, I said alright, and he walked me home.”

Bucky’s heart was going to beat itself out of his chest. He was frozen, unmoving. He was the reason for your breakup?? What?? And you didn’t think he was like your brother, and you didn’t want to stop hanging out with him, and— oh dear god, he was going to run himself off of a cliff. “I’m… I’m sorry that happened,” Bucky said.

You shrugged with a smile and said, “whatcha gonna do? He’s not the one for me, anyway, if you bother him that much.”

…was this an extreme case of friendzoning, or did Bucky have a shot? He was positively confuddled, but he nodded.

— — —

In the days that followed, Bucky was hanging out with you more than ever. It felt like the biggest sigh of relief of your life to you—you had your Bucky back. And you’d really, really missed having him around. He was talking with you again, walking around base with you, even playing Dominoes with you again. You didn’t know where the shift had come from, but you were thankful for it.

A week later, the school announced that they were holding a sock hop for their students on Friday night. You were handed the paper by some girl who also went to your school when you walked into the building on Monday morning. Bucky had walked with you, and read the paper over your shoulder as you held it.

“Do you wanna go…?” Bucky asked tentatively.

“It sounds fun. You wanna come with me?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.”

When Bucky got back home in the evening, he found Freddy having a beer by himself. “Hey, uh… hey Fred?” Freddy turned his head to look at Bucky. “What kinda dancing do they do at a sock hop?”

Freddy seemed slightly taken by surprise by the question, but he thought for a moment. “I don’t know. Just regular old dancing, probably.”

“How… how do you do that?”

“I don’t know, just…wiggle.”

Finding Freddy to be extremely unhelpful, Bucky decided to go in search of a different source. He found the one woman he knew on base. Mary Jane, who was a nurse. “Nurse Mary? I got a question you could, uh… maybe help me with.”

Nurse Mary looked up at him from the bandages she’d been rolling up. “What’s wrong? Hurt yourself somehow?”

“No, ma’am,” Bucky shook his head no. “I… I’m supposed to go to a sock hop on Friday with a girl, and I don’t really know how to dance.”

Nurse Mary appeared amused. “How many people did you ask before you came to me?”

“Just Freddy, ma’am.”

“And what did he say?”

“To just wiggle.”

Nurse Mary laughed. “It’s not entirely wrong. Here, I’ll teach you.”

— — —

Friday came. Frank had helped Bucky iron his shirt and tie his tie perfectly, extremely amused yet happy to help. He knew about the sock hop, but didn’t know who Bucky was trying to impress. But when you came out in your adorable light blue dress, he was… surprised to say the least. “Are you two…?” Frank gestured to the two of you.

“What? We’re just gonna go to the sock hop together,” you said.

“Yeah, you don’t have to read into everything,” Bucky added. “We’ll be back between uh… nine and nine-thirty I think, right?” He looked to you for confirmation. You nodded, and Bucky gave Frank a thumbs up.

“Bye!” you waved as you and Bucky left.

Frank chuckled to himself. “Damn idiots,” he muttered.

— — —

You took off your shoes at the front of the gymnasium, as not to scuff the floor, and soon, you and Bucky were dancing in the gym with everybody else, feeling the rhythm and the music, chatting together and just having a good time. The energy was lively and noisy, and Bucky couldn’t stop himself from grinning at you, smiling and dancing with him.

Then the music slowed. A steady, ballad drum beat played, a slow love song beginning now. Bucky could have taken you off the dance floor and away to get something to eat or drink, but instead, his hands found your waist, moving in rhythm with you and the music, just like Mary Jane had taught him. His hand twirled into yours and he gently spun you, then pulled you back to him like a swing on a swing set, his hands settling right back on your waist again. You were moving with him, dancing with him. Bucky was dancing with you. Slow dancing. And he… he didn’t want to leave. Your hand on his shoulder, the other now holding his own hand. And then…

The song ended. It was back to the same lively energy as before. It was fun, youthful and exciting. But it wasn’t the same right now as it had been a few minutes before. Bucky knew now what it was like to slow dance with you. And he kind of just wanted to do that forever.

After a half an hour more, Bucky asked, “hey, do you wanna go to the diner? I could go for a Coca-Cola.”

You nodded in agreement. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

You left the dance with Bucky, and walked together to the diner. You two sat down at the barstools, and Bucky asked the soda jerk, “Hey, could I please get a Coca-Cola?” He turned to you, and you nodded. “Two, please.”

The soda jerk nodded, and went to get two cups. Bucky returned his attention to you. “I had a lotta fun dancing with you,” Bucky said, breaking the ice.

“Me too,” you smiled. “I didn’t know you knew how to slow dance.” You sounded surprised. Happy. Amused.

Bucky chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah, about that… I got Nurse Mary to teach me.”

“She must’ve been a good teacher then.”

“Maybe you’re just a good partner.”

The Coca-Colas arrived, and you sat at the barstool with Bucky, drinking your sodas and shooting the shit. No one else besides you and the soda jerk was in the diner. You turned to Bucky. “Do you have a nickel?”

Bucky nodded, took one out of his pocket, and handed it to you. You walked up to the jukebox and put it in. I’ll Never Smile Again by Frank Sinatra began to play, and you held your hand out for him. Bucky smiled and stood up. He gently took your hand in his, smoothly turned you around, and began to slow dance to the song with you.

You put your head on his shoulder and let out a soft, content sigh, relaxed.

Bucky bit his lip and tried not to react too much.

— — —

You and Bucky arrived back home on base at precisely nine-thirteen that night. Frank and Freddy were outside smoking, so you said goodnight to them, and went to get ready for bed. Frank motioned for Bucky to stay outside. “How’d it go?” Frank asked, taking a drag.

“Good,” Bucky said. “Y’know, just…two friends dancing together for a few hours, had a soda.”

Freddy snorted. Frank smiled. “Alright, alright. I’ll leave you alone. Go on, now.” Bucky smiled a little back, nodded, and went inside. Frank turned to Freddy. “Jesus, what did we do?”

“Maybe they didn’t have anyone motherly enough for ‘em,” Freddy shrugged and took a drag of his cigarette.

“Maybe. You think we screwed ‘em up?”

“Eh, if they’ve got each other, they’ll be fine.”

“Yeah.”

— — —

Two weeks later, late in the evening, Bucky found you sitting by yourself, having a beer. “Aren’t you a little young for that?” Bucky teased lightly. “You’re like seventeen.”

“It’s fine,” you slurred your words slightly, smiling up at him.

“How many have you had?” Bucky asked, concerned.

“Like ten or eight or eight ten or something,” you answered.

“Which one is it?”

“Like ten or eight or eight ten or something, I don’t knowwww,” you grinned up at him like a kid who’d been promised a puppy and was still under the illusion they’d be receiving one.

“Why don’t you stop?” Bucky suggested, taking the beer from your hand.

“But it’s fun,” you smiled.

“Not when you’re hungover,” Bucky sat the drink down on the table. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“I don’t wanna,” you argued as he gently pulled you up to standing. You fell into him once he got you standing, and he caught you automatically. He turned his head to look down at you, and you kissed him. He could taste the alcohol on you. Are drunk words really sober thoughts?

“I can’t,” Bucky broke the kiss. “I can’t. I’m sorry. I want to. I don’t know if you’ve had eight, ten, or eighteen beers, but you’re definitely inebriated, so if you remember this tomorrow… we’ll talk. Okay?”

“Okay, okayyyy…”

— — —

After a horrible headache the next day, you had no recollection of anything that you said to Bucky. The day after that, you were at school, as normal. Bucky was in the hallway when you walked by, and when you went by, Bucky heard a guy nearby him go, “I’d hit that.” The guys around him snickered.

Bucky turned on him and pinned him against the locker wall, making it rattle. You turned when you heard the commotion. “You say that again, and the only hit that’s happening is me hitting you, got it?” Bucky threatened.

The guy chuckled. “Oh yeah? Really?”

Bucky looked at him dead serious. “Really.”

The guy snorted. “It’s a free country, man, I got the right to say I’d hit that,” he said with a smirk. And Bucky punched him in the face.

— — —

“Buck, you don’t have to punch every guy who makes a slightly rude comment about me, okay?” you said on the walk home.

“Yes, I do. You are amazing, and you are worth so much more than whatever bullshit that guy’s got, and he shouldn’t disrespect you,” Bucky argued back.

“He doesn’t matter! You’re just asking for a fight!”

“Why do you have a problem with me protecting you?”

“I don’t! It’s just not always the right choice!”

“Well, it definitely was then. He was being an asshole about you.”

“Why do you care so much??”

“‘Cause I love you a little too much to let him get away with it!”

“You love me?? Why??”

Bucky laughed. “Oh, jeez. Do I really gotta have a reason to love you? I mean, c’mon, you’re great, you’re gorgeous, I’ve known you forever, and you’re probably the best thing around here, so I don’t get why you’re so surprised.”

You snorted. “Lot more complimentary than usual.”

“Just more honest than usual.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” Bucky smiled. “Do you uh… remember how you got drunk a few nights ago?”

You groaned. “Worst headache of my life. Yes. I remember.”

“Do you remember that uh… you kissed me?”

You stopped in your tracks, frozen. “I kissed you?”

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck a little awkwardly. “That you did.”

“...what did you do?” you asked.

“I uh… I told you that I couldn’t, even though I wanted to, because you were drunk, and that uh, if you remembered in the morning, we could uh… come back to it.”

You looked up at him with a soft smile. “You wanted to?”

Bucky smiled back at you, with the same warmth and softness. “Yeah, I did.”

You grinned. “Well, consider us coming back to it.” And you gently cupped his face and kissed him on your tippy toes.

“That’s a pretty good comeback.”

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thebearer · 1 year ago

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thinking of teddy being like 2 and she’s just so excited about anything and everything, so you do a countdown for anchivys birthday and she is like “happy for chovy dada?” every time she changes the number that’s closer to his birthday

i haven't done a blurb in so long <3 let's do one.

"Chovy?" Teddy chirps, bright eyes shining up at you, hands thrown out exaggeratedly in question- a trait Carmen swore came from you. "T'day? Chovy, t'day?"

"Not today, Teddy Bear." You cooed, sweeping the remnants of her snack into the trash.

At two years old, the world was exciting. Full of so many fun things, at the top of them, birthdays. Carmen's birthday was the first time Teddy really understood what was going on, the first time she really wanted one of her own.

Since then, she was convinced everyday was a birthday, babbling "bir'day, bir'day" around the house until you and Carmen were sure you were going to rip your hair out. Anchovy's birthday was close, the next closest, so you started a countdown for her. Thinking it would curb the constant asking- it did not.

"No?" Teddy's eyes rounded, dropping into an achingly sad look that had your own heart breaking. "No Chovy?"

"No, not today." You hummed, shaking your head. "But close." You chirped, grinning, hoping it would stop the tears you could feel coming from her.

Teddy perked, brows still furrowed in a sullen expression that was all Berzatto, entirely inherited from Carmen. "No bir'day?" Teddy sighed, demeanor switched.

"No, not today, baby." You sighed, scooping her up on your hip. "But, let's go see Daddy how many days we have left?"

A trip to the craft store, spending the entirety of Teddy's nap time one day, you'd made a make shift sort of advent calendar that counted down to the big day. A printed picture of Anchovy from his last birthday, sitting in front of a cake awkwardly.

Carmen had insisted it go in his office, heart swelling when he saw it first. Teddy babbling away excitedly about it, bouncing on her toes. It was positively adorable. Made Carmen's insides burn with a feeling he hadn't known before you. You were a good mom.

"Daddy," You called playfully, swallowing down a grin. He didn't fluster the way he had when you started with Anchovy.

"Yeah?" Carmen muttered, turning in his chair, eyes lighting when he saw both of you. "Oh? Is it my two favorite girls?" He grinned, putting the pencil down in front of him.

"We wanted to ask you something." You put a squirming Teddy on the ground, stifling a laugh when she bolted towards Carmen.

"Yeah? What's up?" Carmen groaned dramatically, lifting Teddy into his lap.

"Chovy bir'day?" Teddy threw her hands out again, turning them up in question to Carmen. You watched him melt right in front of you, a wide smile that still had your heart burning.

"How many more days until Anchovy's birthday?" You nodded.

"How many more days? Hm, let's see." Carmen turned towards the bright poster board pinned behind him. He'd hung it up on his own, proudly.

"You wanna count with me? Let's see how many days. Alright, we're right here, so..." Carmen hugged Teddy close. "One... Two..." He counted slowly, her little chirp of a voice echoing his.

You leaned forward, watching him adoringly. You were definitely bringing up the possibility of baby number two tonight after Teddy went to bed.

"Eight." Carmen nodded, looking down at Teddy. "So how many more days?"

She turned towards him, brows furrowed in thought. "No?"

"No," Carmen laughed. "You're tryna trick me? Hm, are you tryna trick me?" He grinned playfully, tickling her sides so she screeched in laughter.

"No! I no twick!" Teddy giggled loudly.

"So how many more days?" Carmen asked, pressing a kiss into her cheek. "Hm? How many did we count?"

"Eight."

"That's right." You nodded, clapping softly for her. "You're so smart. Such a good counter."

Teddy beamed, hugging Carmen tightly, pressing her face into his neck. "But tonight, you can mark it off and you'll only have seven." He told her, a hand running over her curls gently.

Anchovy slinked in, sliding between your legs as if on cue. You leaned down to pet him gently, scratching behind his ears. Teddy squealed in delight, squirming to get off of Carmen's lap to chase after him.

You watched Anchovy skitter, jump onto Carmen's desk and dash away while Teddy tried to chase him. "Did you tell Marcus to make the cake?" You sighed, sinking into Carmen's lap.

His head pressed to your shoulder, leaving a kiss on the skin there. "Yeah, he's got it. Just need to go to the store. I'll get some of those, the, uh, the streamer things? Think she'll like if we hang those up."

"Anchovy will too," You snorted lightly. "Claw them down like he did my birthday that one time." A memory from years before, another life time it felt like. Before you were married, before you had Teddy, when you and Carmen were still a little careless, care free.

"Yeah, maybe not then?" Carmen hummed.

"No, I think it'll be cute." You grin. "Teddy will love it."

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matchamida · 7 months ago

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kenma’s smashing birthday

the nekoma team thinks you should really watch what you say. [a short kozume kenma x reader]

“Hey Kenma, wanna smash on your birthday?”

A horrid silence settles amongst the boys as they stop in their tracks and swerve their heads to you.

Taketora trips on his laces.

“Listen here,” Kuroo begins dryly. “Because you’re my friend, and I know how your brain works, I understand what you mean.”

“And what exactly could it mean?” Yaku squawks with a reddening face.

“Smash?” you clarify. “It’s a—”

“I know what smashing is!”

Kuroo throws back his head and laughs.

“Shut up! Ugh, I never thought I’d have to say that sentence out loud…”

“Sorry, what’d you say out loud?”

“I’m not falling for that. And you!” Yaku redirects his glare in your direction. “We’re in public! Think before you speak, will you? You’re attracting attention!”

Kai smiles politely. “Yaku-san. I don’t mean any disrespect, but it’s your volume that’s causing people to look at us…”

“…we need to move, now.”

“Wait, I need to tie my shoe.”

“Tora, for the love of god, you have ten seconds.”

“I’m hungry.”

“Lev, you bastard, we just had yakisoba. You had three plates. Gah, you monstrous beanstalks and your appetites.”

“I’m sorry you’re not a part of the beanstalk club,” Kuroo offers somberly. “You see, we only accept qualified members, which you’re clearly not.”

“Wouldn’t wanna be qualified when there’s an old rooster on board. With no taste in protein, I might add.”

Kuroo smiles, but his eyes don’t. “Lev, what do you feel like eating? Your options are either boring meat, or healthy, tasty, good-for-your-brain fish?”

The two impatiently wait for their favored answer.

“…since when did Nekoma have a beanstalk club?” Lev ponders.

“…Fish it is.”

Yaku sighs irritatedly. “Tora, you done?”

“Uh, not yet.”

“What—it’s been five minutes! How are you still tying your shoe?”

“S-sorry! It’s just that g-g-guh-GUHHHH-HUHHH-girl over there keeps staring at me and it’s making me nervous!”

“Are you struggling because she’s staring or is she staring because you’re struggling.”

“Both…” Yamamoto wails pitifully.

“Taketora-senpai, I’ll cover you from her eyesight!” And Lev stands very close to Yamamoto’s head to tower over his kneeling figure.

“Get away from my/his face, you idiot!” Yamamoto and Yaku shriek in mortification, prompting more people to look over.

“We’re not doing anything inappropriate,” Kai informs a staring passerby. “We’re okay,” he adds as Yaku attempts to pull Lev away, only to stumble and knock Lev onto Taketora. “Really, we’re fine,” Kai concludes as all three boys collapse like bowling pins.

Kuroo sighs haggardly, and looks over to you. “Now look at what you’ve done.”

You lay a steely gaze on the rooster enabler. “Like you weren’t a part of it.”

“Hey, I wasn’t the one who started it.”

“I just asked a question! Oh yeah, hey Kenma—”

“You’re all idiots,” Kenma finally says, emerging from the corner he vanished to earlier. “If everyone wants to treat me on my birthday, the least you all can do is behave and not act like animals.”

“I’m behaving,” you protest. “I'm doing a good job of it.”

Kenma shoots you a sour look. “Not doing a good job of being mindful. Do you ever think about what comes out of your mouth?”

“Huh? All I asked was if you wanted to smash on your birthday. We can have the team join us if you want.”

Kuroo coughs. Kenma looks ready to vanish again. In fact, you think he’s turning transparent as you speak.

“…I’m not asking too much, am I,” he mutters.

“Sooo.” You shuffle in disappointment. “No smash?”

Here, Kenma gains his full opacity back.

“YES, we can PLAY SUPER SMASH BROTHERS! Don’t be so weird about it. Besides, I’d… never say no to you…”

The bowling pins stop their squabbling and look over, understanding finally dawning on their faces.

“You couldn’t have clarified that earlier?” Yaku demands.

And here, Kenma deflates, spent from raising his voice and interacting in general. He slinks back into his corner. Kuroo inhales, and lets out another sigh like the old man he is.

“Now that that’s over with,” he says, grinning faintly, “ready for some birthday smash?”

“Always,” you say warmly.

“Do not,” Yaku warns. “Let’s get out of here already. Lev, Tora, up!”

“Um, Yaku-san.”

“Tora, what now?!”

“I need to tie my other shoe.”

#kenma x reader #kozume kenma #kenma imagines #haikyuu #plat writes #MOM I made in time for his birthday 🥳#ok back to working full time 😪#Kuroo tetsurou #yaku morisuke #lev haiba #yamamoto taketora

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twiixr4kidz · 1 year ago

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PRAYING YOU GIVE US SOME THE EVIL EXES X A DUMBASS S/O PLEASEEEE

Like they're so dumb it's not a joke- like imagine Roxy asking her s/o about the menu at a restaurant they're going to and they go "babe....I'm a lesbian." And it takes a full FIVE MINUTES for them to figure out what she meant

OMG YES i am a certified dumbass so this was very easy to write

matthew patel:

listen....... he gets it

he isn't the sharpest tool in the shed

it's like when you're around each other, your brain cells disappear

most discussions end in the two of you looking at each other, very confused, whatever conversation you were having being long forgotten

he doesn't mind re-explaining thinsg to you if you don't understand them

he thinks it's kinda cute honestly

lucas lee:

he is the himbo-est himbo to ever himbo

honestly most of ramona's exes are dumb but in different endearing ways

i can tell you for a fact that he'll tease you for one thing and then proceed to do it immediately after without even realizing

OR HE'LL TRY TO LIKE SHOW YOU WHAT YOU WERE DOING WRONG AND HOW TO FIX IT AND THEN HE MESSES IT UP HIMSELF LMFAO

"babe, that's not how you do a kickflip. THIS is." (he bails and breaks his board)

todd ingram:

todd is probably one of the most confused people you will ever meet

sometimes you say things that completely baffle him

im talking something so dumb his jaw is hanging wide open and he's rendered completely fucking speechless

and you're confused as to why HE'S confused because you thought you explained what you were saying really well

but you very much did not

there are so many conversations you have with him that are cut short because he doesn't know how to respond

"hon... look at me... what?" "huh?" "did you hear a word you just said?" "wait... what did i say?"

roxie richter:

she thinks it's cute!!!

most of the time

other times, she's genuinely concerned for your sanity

"so... whatcha wanna eat?" "babe, im a lesbian" "...what?" "what do you mean what?" "i know... you're a lesbian... i was asking about the food..." "OH"

you cannot hear apparently

she thinks it's funny whenever you do that thing where you hear her but you don't process what she said so you go "what" and then you cut her off when she tries to explain cuz you finally have an answer

she thinks it's HILARIOUS

kyle katayanagi:

he thinks it's hysterical

like you know this motherfucker is the ultimate tease

you don't know the answer to a question? you say something that sounds dumber than you intended it to?

you know damn well he's getting on your case about it

and honestly he loves it

he knows he's smart but he's fascinated by your sheer stupidity

he doesn't mind explaining things to you either

but you aren't getting out of an explanation without him calling you, and i mean this in the most affectionate way possible, a dumbass

ken katayanagi:

he's ALSO very fascinated with the fact that none of your millions of brain cells work

even when it comes to what he thinks is a simple concept, it takes a lot of explaining for you to understand

this is explaining that he doesn't mind doing

maybe his knowledge is just a little TOO advanced

he can never tell if he's the one whose too smart or if it's just your natural dumbness

it confuses him

he's enamored

literally say one dumbass thing around him and he's gonna have you pinned to a wall in the most intense makeout session of your life

gideon graves:

listen... gideon isn't as much of a douche as everyone makes him out to be

he thinks you being dumb is adorable

something about his weird thing for control and how he loves to explain things to you

he doesn't wanna control in a toxic way, let me just get that out there

he just loves how you never seem to know what's going on

god he loves it HE LOVES IT

#matthew patel #matthew patel x reader #lucas lee #lucas lee x reader #todd ingram #todd ingram x reader #roxie richter #roxie richter x reader #kyle katayanagi #kyle katayanagi x reader #ken katayanagi #ken katayanagi x reader #gideon graves #gideon graves x reader #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim vs the world #spvtw #scott pilgrim takes off #spto

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slayfics · 2 years ago

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Spin the bottle in the U.A. dorms on Halloween night.

Warnings: NSFW themes

3,200 words~

You plopped down on the couch in the common room after finishing changing into your witch Halloween costume. Due to the League of Villains still having it out for your class, the whole school wasn't allowed to go out on Halloween.

As upset as most students were, your class still decided to dress up and celebrate in the dorms. Your class had decorated the common room with pumpkins and bats and the lights were lowered and flickering to make a spooky atmosphere.

"Alright finally got him to come down!" Eijiro exclaimed excitedly. You turned around to see him in a shark onesie standing next to Katsuki who was just wearing all black.

"Aww, you're a shark Kirishima! How cute it suits you... and Bakugo, what are you? A grumpy U.A. student?" You teased him.

"Shut the hell up! I'm going back to my dorm," he yelled.

"Oh no, you promised!" Eijiro said, blocking his friend from walking back to his dorm.

"Ugh fine," Katsuki grumbled and sat down on the couch next to you.

"Don't worry I actually have the perfect costume for you, you even dressed up perfectly in all black!" You exclaimed.

"The hell are you talking about? "Katsuki asked, irritated as you pulled out black cat ears from your bag and placed them on his head.

"There- I'm a witch and you're my black cat!" You smiled at him letting out a giggle at how cute the cat ears looked on him.

"IN YOUR FUCKING DREAMS!" He yelled trying to snatch the ears off his head but you and Eijiro pinned his arms down.

"He's an angry kitty isn't he?" Eijiro laughed.

"LET GO OF ME EXTRAS I'LL EXPLODE YOU BOTH TO HELL!" Katsuki yelled, struggling under your and Eijiro's grasp.

"Come on Bakugo, they are just ears and they look really cute on you!" You said struggling to keep him from removing them.

"Fucking fine, just let go of me," He said shrugging both you and Eijiro off. "But don't expect anything else from me today. This shit is so dumb."

"Hey you guys not getting started on any fun stuff without us are you?" Denki asked as he and Hanta made their way to sit on the adjoining couches.

Denki was wearing all yellow with some pointy yellow ears, and Hanta had a sheet over him with some eyes cut out.

"Aww, Kaminari are you supposed to be Pikachu?" You asked.

"Yeah! You guys always call me that so I thought why not," He shrugged.

"Oh you forgot something though," You said moving over to him.

"Hu what?" He asked, confused.

"The red cheeks!" You yelled and pinched his cheeks tightly.

"Hey stop!" He laughed trying to push you off.

"Ok there, now your costume is complete," You let go and sat back down on the couch laughing at Denki's now reddened cheeks, half red from your pinch and half red from a bright blush.

"You guys are so dumb," Katsuki mumbled, resting his head on his hand and leaning into the arm of the couch.

"Ugh I'm so bored this is so lameeee-" Mina said coming over to join your group wearing an alluring angel costume. "I wanna do something!" She said kicking her feet a bit.

"Oh uh-" Eijiro started to say but then stopped and looked away from Mina.

"Spit it out," You said, nudging him. Everyone's attention now turned to Eijiro making him more flustered.

"Nothing I- uh- was just gonna say that's a nice costume Ashido," he said and looked away again hoping the attention would turn away from him.

"Thanks!" Mina replied, smiling up at him. "Now what should we do? Tsuyu and Uraraka are carving pumpkins, but I want to do something more exciting!" She said, pumping both fists into the air.

"I know what you can do," a familiar pervy voice called from behind. The group turned around to see Minoru who was wearing a twister mat as a costume. "You girls should play twister and use me as your game board," Minoru said, lying down on the floor and spreading his arms out.

"He's never going to stop is he?" Hanta asked, letting out a sigh.

"Oh- that's actually a great idea Mineta!" You said walking over to him as he looked up at you from the floor. "Close your eyes though, ok? I don't want you to see up my dress," You said.

"Of course, my witch queen," Minoru responded, practically drooling. He shut his eyes tightly for a moment and you motioned for Katsuki to come over.

"Hu?" Minoru opened his eyes after not feeling you or Mina start the game. He opened his eyes to the sight of Katsuki above him lighting up an explosion in his hand. "Wait wait!" He called his arms failing in front of him as Katuski exploded him knocking him unconscious.

"Fucking perv," He grumbled and sat back on the couch.

"As much as I hate Mineta, a game isn't such a bad idea!" Mina said excitedly.

"What kind of game?" Eijiro asked.

"Hmmm..." Mina placed her finger on her chin as she thought. "I got it! Spin the bottle!" She yelled, throwing her hands in the air again. Everyone else including you just stared at her with a blank expression and slightly flushed faces.

"Fuck no." Katsuki spoke.

"Come on you guys! We can't go out and do anything else and that game is like a right of passage for teenagers! Let's do it! I'll find some other girls to even it out!" She said and ran off.

"Wait, she was serious?!" Denki asked, his face pale white.

You laughed, "You looked whiter than the sheet around Sero! Don't tell me after all that big pervy talk you've done with Mineta you're scared?" You teased him.

"I'm not scared! I just-" Denki began to say but was interrupted by an irritated Katsuki.

"I'm leaving, I'm not doing that dumb shit," Katsuki said, getting off the couch to leave. Eijiro quickly hurried after him. You turned around to see what looked like Eijiro pleading with his friend to stay.

"Maybe Kacchan's right, we could go play Super Smash Bros instead," Denki said to Hanta who seemed to be on board with leaving as well. Denki stood up just as Mina came back.

"Ok! I got Jiro and Hagakure to agree to play!" Mina said excitedly. Denki looked at Kyoka who was wearing a Bride of Frankenstein costume. His face flushed and he silently sat back down on the couch deciding to stay.

"Hey Hagakure, what is your costume?" Hanta asked, looking confused at Hagakure who was just carrying around a mirror and wearing a red cape.

"I'm a vampire and vampires don't have reflections in mirrors so... I thought that was funny with my quirk and all... since I'm invisible..."

"Oh! That's really smart." Hanta laughed.

Eijiro finally came back dragging Katsuki who was uttering curses under his breath.

"That's the spirit boys!" You said laughing.

Mina instructed the group to sit on the floor in a circle as she placed a bottle in the middle of you all.

"Ok there are a lot of different ways to play but this is what I think sounds most interesting. One person spins the bottle, and then whoever the bottle is pointing to gets to decide what happens. Any questions?" She asked.

"Yeah, what do you mean by deciding what happens?" Kyoka asked.

"Well that person can decide on either a kiss which can be wherever they choose or seven minutes in heaven," Mina explained further.

"Uh, what's seven minutes in heaven?" Toru asked nervously.

"It means I'll lock you both in the hall closet for seven minutes!" Mina said, laughing devilishly.

The group shifted uncomfortably at Mina's explanation of the game.

"Oh don't look so nervous you guys, it'll be fun! Sero start us out!" Mina said excitedly.

"What? Why me first?!" Hanta asked anxiously.

"Because I said so, that's why, now go!" Mina said harshly.

Sero shakily spun the bottle that was placed in the middle of the group. Everyone watched with eager eyes as it began to slow until it eventually stopped pointing at Toru. Once the bottle stopped everyone looked at Mina for guidance.

"Ok now Hagakure you decide what happens," Mina encouraged.

"You can kiss my cheek, Sero," Toru said sweetly.

"Uh right-" Hanta replied as he shakily moved over to Toru planting a kiss on what he assumed to be the invisible girl's cheek.

The group watched as Hanta's face lit up bright red.

"Oh!" Toru exclaimed. "That was not my cheek."

"I AM SO SORRY! I COULDN'T SEE!" Hanta apologized frantically.

"It's ok Sero," Toru giggled.

The rest of the group eyed each other curiously but were too shy to ask what exactly Hanta ended up kissing.

"Ok um- well.... it landed on you so that means your turn to spin Hagakure," Mina said, breaking up the awkwardness.

"Sure!" She said and the bottle began to spin seemingly out of nowhere as the invisible girl spun the bottle. The bottle spun until it landed on Mina.

"Oh um- is there a rule about that?" Toru asked.

"Hm- nah we're all-inclusive here," Mina shrugged. "You can kiss my cheek too if you're comfortable."

"Ok," Toru said as her cape, which appeared to be floating, moved toward Mina before returning to its original spot as she planted a kiss on her cheek.

"My turn then!" Mina said excitedly and spun the bottle. The bottle spun for a few moments before landing on Eijiro.

Eijiro's eyes widened at the bottle pointing directly at him. He was seemingly frozen staring at it.

"Um hello Earth to Kirishima," Mina said, waving her hand in front of his face. "You have to choose what you want."

"Me? I uh-" He stuttered as his face began to tint a slight pink. "What- what- do you want me to choose?" He asked.

"It doesn't work like that Kirishima, you have to choose," You said, reminding him of the rules.

"Oh man," He spoke seeming to shrink into himself with nervousness. Eijiro grabbed the shark hoodie of his onesie and covered his face with it.

Mina laughed, "Don't be so nervous Kirishima, just tell me what you want me to do." She encouraged him.

Eijiro mumbled from under his hoodie.

"Speak up shitty hair, we can't hear you," Katsuki yelled, annoyed at his friend's sheepishness.

"Ugh this is so unmanly," He mumbled again from under his hoodie.

"Come on man hurry up!" Denki said, nudging him.

"Just kiss me!" Eijiro said, voice loud and shaky under his hoodie.

"Ok, where though?" Mina asked, tilting her head and moving closer trying to get a look at him from under his hoodie. Eijiro squirmed more under his hoodie the closer Mina got.

"For fucks sake just tell her you want a real kiss dumb ass!" Katsuki grumbled beside his friend.

"Is that what you want?" Mina asked curiously.

Eijiro nodded his head from under his hoodie as a response.

"Then stop hiding silly," She said, pulling his hoodie back on his head as she moved closer and planted a gentle kiss on his lips, causing Eijiro's face to light up an even brighter red than his hair.

"Tch-" Katsuki let out an annoyed puff of air.

"Oh man, your face is so damn red!" Denki said laughing beside him.

"Aw come on man, leave me alone," Eijiro said, pulling his hoodie back over his face to hide from his friends.

"Don't hide yet, it's your turn!" Mina said giggling.

"Oh right-," Eijiro quickly stuck his hand out and spun the bottle.

You all watched as the bottle stopped spinning and landed on you.

"Uh-" Eijiro quickly stole a glance at Katsuki who looked away from the group feigning disinterest.

"Here," You laughed, holding out your hand.

"Oh uh- so formal," Eijiro laughed, feeling less nervous as he placed a kiss on the top of your hand.

"Alright, then my turn right?" You asked looking at Mina for confirmation.

"Yup!" She said, nodding enthusiastically. You spun the bottle and waited for it to stop spinning. The whole group's breath seemed to catch in their throat when it landed on Katsuki. Everyone stared at him with wide eyes waiting for his response.

"Tch- whatever let's go," Katsuki said, standing up and motioning for you to follow him.

"What?" You asked confused.

"Wait, you're choosing the closet?!" Mina asked, stunned.

"Yeah, let's just get this over with," He said, annoyed.

"Wooo! Our first seven minutes in heaven players!" Mina said excitedly, pumping her fists in the air. She quickly made her way to the hall closet, opened it, and motioned for you both to come.

"Hurry up now! I'll start a timer on my phone and we will all wait here for you both," She said, winking and shoving you both inside.

"Wait what you all just wait out there?" You asked nervously.

"Well yeah, we can't keep playing with you two missing. Have fun now," She said as she slammed the closet door shut.

The closet was pitch black with the door shut, and smaller than you anticipated, causing you to be just inches away from Katsuki.

Katsuki lit up the room with his quirk using his hand to create some light without an explosion.

"So you wanted to spend some alone time with me, hu?" You asked, teasing him.

"Shut the hell up, I just didn't want to do anything else in front of those other extras. This shit is so dumb and I don't want the attention," he replied back sounding frustrated as ever.

"Then why did you choose to play?" You asked curiously.

"For Kirishima obviously. He wanted to play and was too damn scared to do it without me here," Katsuki said as if it was the most obvious explanation in the world.

"You really expect me to believe that? You never do anything you don't want to do. Especially for the sake of someone else. So tell me, what did you want to happen? Who were you hoping to get stuck with?" You pestered him more.

"Fucking no one. You think I actually care about any of these damn extras," Katsuki laughed off your question.

You ignored his response and looked at his hand curiously as it illuminated light without an explosion. "I didn't know you could do this with your quirk. Is it warm?" You asked, touching his hand.

"I can do a lot of shit with my quirk dumb ass," He responded as he watched you graze his hand with your finger.

You looked up and noticed a slight tint on his cheeks. "No way are you blushing?" You laughed.

"The hell? I am not!" He yelled defensively but extinguished the light from his hand right away bringing you both back into darkness so you couldn't look at him anymore. "I'm not some fucking loser you know. I wouldn't blush from you just touching my hand."

You leaned a bit closer to him, almost brushing up against him as you did, "What would I need to touch to make you blush then?" You whispered.

Katsuki tried to back away from you but hit the wall of the closet instead, "Cut that fucking crap out," He said through gritted teeth and smacked your hand away from him. "Why the hell did you play this game? What did you want to happen?" He asked.

"This," you answered simply and honestly.

"Hu?" Katsuki exclaimed, sounding surprised.

"Why do you sound so surprised?" You asked.

"You don't have to fucking lie just because we're stuck in here you know. I saw you flirting with spark plug out there. Pinching his cheeks and shit," Katuski answered, still not believing you.

"Kaminari? No," You laughed. "I only mess with him because he gets riled up so easily, plus... I like how it pisses you off. Do you think I didn't notice how you grit your teeth and furrow your brows even more than usual when I do," You teased.

"Tch, whatever. If I'm really what you wanted- then get over here. Prove it. Do what you say you've been wanting to do," Katsuki said, challenging you.

You moved almost instantly, pressing yourself into Katsuki and colliding your lips with his. Your hands went up to wrap around the back of his neck and as they did. Katsuki's body went rigid for a moment, stunned that you actually attacked him so suddenly. Then as if coming back to life after processing the situation, he pushed you back against the wall roughly pinning you between his arms. Causing a loud thump to echo through the closet.

"You didn't think I'd really just let you have control that easily did you?" He whispered in a lowered voice, his words rumbling in his chest.

Everyone outside turned and looked at the closet following the loud thump.

"Should we be concerned?" Kyoka asked, looking around the group for consensus.

"Nah," Denki, Eijiro, and Hanta all said in unison. The girls eyed them curiously.

"It's just uh- Bakugo wouldn't hurt her or anything. Trust me," Eijiro said, his face tinting red a bit again as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"Hm ok- well they do only have 3 minutes left so... I suppose it's fine," Mina said, eyeing her phone.

Back in the closet, Katsuki had pressed his lips to yours forcefully as you were pinned between him and the wall. You pulled him even closer to you.

"You like when I press into you like this?" He asked in your ear breath running down your neck.

You nodded, and Katsuki responded by grabbing your leg and wrapping it around his waist in order to press into you deeper while keeping his hand around your thigh for support. In this position, you could feel his growing bulge pressing into you.

"You know you're right," He spoke again into your ear. "It does fucking piss me off when you flirt with dunce face. Don't even fucking look at him anymore," he said and ran his other hand through your hair grazing your scalp as he tugged on your hair. "Keep your eyes on me, you understand?"

You nodded again but this time grabbed his face and pressed a deep kiss into his lips spreading them apart with your tongue.

"Fuck," he moaned into your mouth.

Katsuki's hand moved down from your hair to your chest grabbing a handful of you.

"The hell is with this skimpy ass witch costume, it's sluttier than your damn hero costume," He groaned and moved down to trail kisses on your neck while continuing to press his now full-grown bulge into you.

"What? You don't like it?" You asked teasingly.

"Mm- fuckin' love it," He growled while kissing further down your neck making his way to your chest ensuring to taste all of your exposed skin.

"Alright times up," Mina yelled, throwing the closet door open without warning.

"Oh shit!" You exclaimed, placing your hands on Katsuki's shoulders to push him off but he didn't budge.

"Holy shit-" Denki exclaimed before being at a total loss of words.

Everyone stared with wide eyes frozen at the sight.

Mina slammed the door back shut.

"Uh- maybe we leave them with their privacy," She said, her face flushed. "Let's just- um go back to the game," she stuttered.

"Yeah good idea," Eijiro nodded, as everyone awkwardly made their way back to sitting in a circle.

Thank you for reading everyone!

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theprettyarachnid · 2 years ago

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A scenario where Gojo is teasing a girl he likes. He says "you know you like me", only for her to respond "So what if i do? What are you going to do about it?"

a/n: of course!! also this is when they’re in high school and he’s happy and everything is okay

warnings: none :)

The pencil wobbles on your index finger as you stare at it with your eyebrows crossed. A gentle breeze blows through, moving some stray hairs into your face, but also knocking the pencil off your finger and onto the table.

“Ugh!” You were so stupidly bent on being able to do it. Maybe it was because you saw Gojo do it too many times to count. He always did it when he was bored.

“You really suck at this, you know that right?” You jump a little and turn around to see Gojo looking down at you and the pencil. You roll your eyes mimicking him.

“It was the wind!” You shout as Gojo takes a seat on the table. He picks up the pencil flipping it between his fingers.

“Sure and I’m not the strongest.” He gives you a smirk and removes his sunglasses to give you a wink. You roll your eyes making him laugh.

“Keep that cocky attitude up and I’ll never fall for you.” His eyebrows raise.

“So… you’re saying I have a chance?” He smiles leaning forward. You move closer to him to the point where you can feel his warm breath on your lips. He tries to hide it but you see his cheeks become a little flushed.

“No, Satoru Gojo.” You smile and get up from your seat. You kept help but quietly revel taking in his expression. You only get so far before you hear him shout.

“Do you at least wanna go bowling with Suguru and I?” You start to walk backwards.

“Will Shoko be there? We can only deal with you two one at a time for so long!” You laugh and turn back around, already knowing the answer.

Suguru gets a spare and you watch the silly bowling screen and its animations. You hear Gojo jokingly boo in the background as he gets up for his turn. Suguru gently shoved Gojo in the shoulder.

“Don’t slip this time, I don’t feel like carrying you to the car.” You laugh at Suguru’s comment as Gojo gives him a dirty look. You look at the score boards and see that you and Gojo are practically tied.

“Hey Y/n, what do I get if I beat you?” He asks readying himself to throw the bowling ball.

“Oh god, not this again.” Shoko rolls her eyes and moves over to Suguru. You hear them quietly chit chat about how this ‘always’ happens.

“Who says you’re going to beat me?” You ask taking a sip of your drink.

“I do!” He says as the ball rolls down the lane. Your mouth drops a little when it gets a strike. He turns around with a smile on his face and hear Shoko snickering with Suguru. You look over at them making them look in different directions.

You get up from your seat as Gojo’s points go up. He leans against the machine where you put your names with a stupid look on his face.

“Well?”

“I haven’t even played my turn yet. Besides, you’re not getting anything.” You say with your hands on your hips. His lips thin out and condescendingly taps his temple as if he’s trying to think. He smiles.

“I get to kiss you.” Your face deadpans and you shove him out of the way. Your face flushes a little and you’re glad he can’t see it. Gojo laughs as you pick up a bowling ball.

“Stupid Gojo.” You mumble and you throw the bowling ball and watch it go down the lane. You find yourself praying to be tied. What if he does actually kiss you? What if you actually like it? The bowling ball hits the pins and you sigh in relief until there’s only one standing. You already know he’s behind you.

“I win.” You can hear the smirk on his face.

You all get out of the car and walk back on campus. You and Shoko drag behind a little and she gives you an expectant look while lighting a cigarette.

“What?” You ask

“What did Six Eyes demand?” She asks and offers you a puff.

“No thanks,” you give a slight gesture with your hand. “And he didn’t demand anything, he was just being cocky and annoying.” Shoko gives you an unconvincing hum.

“Well anyway, I’m going to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” She waves goodbye and you watch as Suguru does the same. Gojo slows to your pace.

There’s a silence that you desperately want to fill but you don’t know what to say. You brush arms and he suddenly stops walking. He looks at you with those blue eyes and lets out a sigh.

“You know, you don’t actually have to kiss me.” He says with a small smile. Your lips thin out, not know what to say, but you knew a part of you wanted to kiss him.

“I know.”

Gojo gently grabs your hands in his and leans down. Your eyes close when you feel him kiss your forehead and you notice the small smile forming on your face. He pulls away to see you still smiling.

“Is… Is that a smile I see?” He teases

“No!” You deny making you both laugh. You were still holding hands.

“One of these days, you’re going to have to admit you love me.” You scrunch your nose a little while smiling.

“Who says I don’t already?” You can read his expression even though you couldn’t see his eyes. There were a few moments of silence between the two of you. “Well Gojo?”

You get caught into a surprise when Gojo kisses you on the lips. They were soft and they tasted like the m&m’s he ate at the bowling alley. You both pull away a little before he whispers:

“You should call me Satoru.”

#gojo satoru jjk #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fluff #gojo satoru fluff #request #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x reader #jjk x reader fluff #jjk x reader #gojo satoru chapter 236

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lvve-talks · 23 days ago

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LOVEEEE congrats on 300!!!!💗💗💗 for ur 333 event, artrick and patrick getting jealous of art’s new girlfriend at stanford and being like “what you wanna fuck me or something?” and yeah that’s all I got

it wasn't often that patrick had the time on tour to go all the way to california to visit his best friend. at least that's what he told him. and yet, he's been at stanford for 2 days and hasn't gotten a moment alone with art because of some chick.

he's sure that she's just some fangirl of the cute tennis boy, a jersey chaser that would move on to the next swimmer or baseball player the second art lost interest. but the blond seemed so smitten. it irked patrick to his core.

he swears he's just looking out for art. she takes up all his time, it's clearly toxic. he's just too blind to see it.

after 2 hours of hanging alone with art in his dorm after his practice finished, most of which he spent on the phone with her, he was getting ready to go meet her for lunch.

"dude, i told you you can come, she won't care," art assured him from the bathroom as he brushed his teeth.

"maybe i don't want to go on a fucking date with katie!" he calls back, clearly frustrated from his spot sprawled out shirtless on art's bed.

he hears him spit, the water run, and then his face is appearing in the doorway again. "that's not her name, patrick," he states, unamused.

"whatever," he huffs, rolling his eyes. "i mean, come on man, i leave tomorrow! can't you spend one day without your girlfriend?"

"you know i appreciate you coming and i'm glad to see you, but i also want to see my girl. i know you weren't really like that with tash--"

a scoff cuts him off but he continues anyway.

"but i'll be back later," art finishes.

"yeah until you go off to fuck her," patrick scoffs again, crossing his arms petulantly.

art comes back over to sit on the bed adjacent to him, bending over to pull his shoes on. "what, you wanna fuck me or something?" he asks, his tone clearly making it into a joke.

but patrick is silent all of a sudden, staring up at the ceiling and stiff as a board.

art clearly doesn’t notice as he finishes tying his shoes and stands, telling him he’ll see him later before disappearing. when he’s gone, patrick rolls over with a loud moan, burying his head in his pillows, his smell overwhelming his senses.

he doesn’t see art again until that evening after he successfully jacked off in his bed twice with just his smell and, admittedly, a pair of his underwear that he hid deep in the bottom of his hamper.

“i would’ve come back sooner, but i couldn’t get her to come back with me. she thinks you don’t like her,” art explains from the bed as he takes his shoes back off, patrick idly spinning in his desk chair.

he gives a half-hearted hum in acknowledgement, not wanting to outright say ‘i don’t.’

“i told her i couldn’t come over tonight, though,” art adds. that makes patrick perk up, stopping the lazy spin of his chair to look at him.

“really?” he asks, not expecting him to actually make an effort to spend time with him on his last night.

“yeah, thought i’d give you some attention since you want to fuck me so bad,” he quips sarcastically.

but there’s nothing joking about the way patrick suddenly stands, towering over him where he sits on the bed. there’s no teasing sparkle in his eyes as he looks down at him.

art’s smile turns crooked as he looks up at him. “what?”

“what if i do want to fuck you?”

“what?” he asks again, his smile slipping slightly.

it doesn’t take long for patrick to convince him it’s not cheating if it’s with a guy. he did always have a way with words that made art fold to his whims anyway.

“you don’t get this from your little girlfriend, huh?” patrick pants, his hips pinning art’s to the mattress as he thrusts into him, the blond gasping and whining beneath him. “or is she a freak like that? you ask her to put a little something up your ass?”

he laughs when he lets out another pathetic moan beneath him. “bet you will after this.”

#THANK U MEL!!!#ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ lovely words ⊹#ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ lovely moods ⊹#ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ lovely 333 ⊹#꒰ঌ artrick ໒꒱#artrick #art donaldson x patrick zweig #challengers #challengers movie #challengers 2024 #challengers fic

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lostsyren · 9 months ago

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Perhaps you could do one with Rafe and Sofia, since I know you have included it as a thing in your fic........maybe we can get one where Rafe drags her out to the ocean, getting her comfortable with it and just holding her, being really soft and sweet with her

ོ𓂃𖠳𓂃 rafesofia yacht day part two ‧₊˚ 🥂🐚 ༉‧₊˚.

{summary: rafe takes sofia out on his yacht again, hoping this time they have have a better experience…}

{a/n: sorry for taking so long with the request! i hope you like it! thank you for this lovely ask, send in moreeee!!}

{part one here}

𓆝༄⋆｡°✩“What do you wanna do tonight?” Rafe asked, sitting at the bar. Sofia whirled about making drinks for the other customers as he watched, sipping at the cocktail she’d made him earlier. It was late afternoon, the sun hanging lazily on the cloud lined horizon, the summer months coming to an end.

Ever since that day on the yacht, Sofia felt a spike of guilt whenever Rafe asked her what she wanted to do. His caution made her feel bad. She didn’t know how to tell him she enjoyed it when he’d take control, letting her relax a bit– a moment of reprise in her stress filled life.

Sofia wiped down the workstation, walking over to Rafe with a small smile. Her shift was over; she could finally untie her apron and drop her shoulders.

“How about we take your boat out again?”

Rafe’s eyebrows raised in a question, mouth twisting slightly, “Sofia,” he warned in a wary tone, “you don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?” She pressed. Sofia had grabbed her belongings and walked alongside Rafe towards the exit.

He threw her a chary glare, his hands slotted in his pockets, “you sure?”

She looked up at him with bright eyes, slipping her arm around his, “I’m positive.” 𓆝༄⋆｡°✩

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The yacht’s motor guzzled, churning the blue waters white as Rafe controlled the speed. He made Sofia sit up front with him this time, so he could keep an eye on her– his gaze flitted quickly from the waves in front to her beside, noticing her back was pin straight and her hands clutched the arm rest, knuckles turning the same colour as the frothed up sea foam. He was going considerably slower than he was used to, but he dropped another gear just in case.

Sofia brought her hand to his thighs, gently tapping it. “Let’s stop here.” He acted quickly, bringing the boat to a gradual halt.

As the waves rocked them softly, to-ing and fro-ing in the calm waters, Rafe scanned Sofia up and down to make sure she was alright. She wore cardigan over her bathing suit, playing with a loose thread coming off the sleeve, her eyes were open, fixated on the yacht’s console and her hair was out, windswept strands tickling her face– Rafe had the urge to brush them away.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Better than last time,” she joked with a quiet laugh. Rafe felt comfortable around her– when he was with Sofia he could just forget about everything he’d done, the version of himself that she knew becoming the person he truly was, even if it was just transient.

“Good– that’s good.” He nodded. Rafe jumped up, suddenly remembering the surprise he had planned. “Wait here, I got something for you– close your eyes.” He threw her a roguish smirk, grabbing the box he’d packed and stored before she boarded.

“A surprise? I swear to god if you ambush me with something–“

“No no don’t worry, just close your eyes.” Rafe repeated.

Sofia narrowed her gaze, giving in finally listening and bringing a had to cover her vision. “Fine. I trust you.”

Rafe paused for a moment, her words piercing though him like a ships hull through water. She trusted him. Rafe couldn’t help but feel like she shouldn’t. But his heart still swelled with an unfamiliar pride that she trusted him– when no one else did.

Rafe brought over the box bringing out its contents one by one. Two glasses, a bottle of champagne, and a box of luxury chocolates he’d picked up from the markets in Figure 8. All that romantic shit he’d seen people do in movies and stuff. He was still new to all this– the whole doing something nice thing. Sofia made him want to be good. Or at least imitate it. He wanted her to see him like this. He wanted her to like him.

“Ok open your eyes.” Even he began to bubble with anticipation, biting the inside of his cheek as he waited for he reaction.

Sofia complied to his instruction, moving her hand away from her eyes. “Oh my god! Rafe, you didn’t have to do all this!”

He knew he didn’t, after all she was just a hookup. They hadn’t defined anything yet, this relationship was nothing serious– whatever that meant. But it was the closest thing to serious Rafe had had in a long time. And besides, he felt like he had to make it up to her for the last time she was on his boat.

“It’s nothing, here– let me pour you a drink Miss Sofia,” he teased.

Sofia dramatically brought her hand to her chest, mirroring Rafe’s cheesy grin, “why thank you Mr Cameron.”

He noticed her body language loosen, her nerves seeming to fade like the chemtrails that soared over them. She was comfortable with him… he thought. His chest felt alight with relief, as if this was some sort of test– and he had just passed it.

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After a couple glasses of champagne, nighttime had settled around Rafe and Sofia, too quick for them to notice. The waters lapped like black ink around the boat, the moonlight dappling the ocean with its iridescent glow.

Rafe and Sofia were quietly talking and laughing, their bodies huddled close together as they exchnaged jokes and stories. They were too caught up with one another to see the dark grey clouds gather above them.

Sofia felt water trickle down her face. “Is it raining?” The sky suddenly opened up, the clatter of rain against the ocean filling the seas.

Sofia began to laugh, using her arms to shield her head as Rafe rushed to gather the glasses and chocolates under the yacht’s canopy.

“Shit– I should’ve checked the weather before hand.” He yelled as the rain progressively began to fall harder. Sofia stood up, as Rafe ushered her down into the boats cabin, sliding the door shut, the murmur of waves and onslaught of the rain all fading into silence.

Sofia wiped the water off her eyes, looking at Rafe’s drenched white shirt and rain beaded face. It took only one glance at one another for both to erupt into laughter.

“Come on, let’s dry off.” Rafe said, heading into the bedroom. Sofia glanced at him, noticing the way his gaze watched her attentively, with softness. With care. Her stomach felt like it was somersaulting.

She nodded her head with a little smile, following him into the room.

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Rafe couldn’t help but feel a twinge of bitterness. The night was going so perfect. She was laughing. Enjoying herself. Of course it had to go and start raining. At least she didn’t seem to mind too much, remembering how her face had lit up with laughter as he slotted a hand around her waist to lead her inside.

He rooted through the bedroom’s wardrobe. There wasn’t much of a selection of clothes: a couple of robes, some sweatshirts and T-shirts and a whole lot of towels. He grabbed two, throwing one to Sofia. The rain continued to pour outside, the rumble of it hitting the sea and yacht rooftop getting louder and louder the heavier it became. Rafe brushed the towel over his wet buzz cut, shuddering slightly. The air conditioning had been on all day, leaving the room chilly and cold. He turned to look at Sofia. She was also shivering, though she tried to hide it.

“Here, take this off.” Rafe walked up to her, hovering his hands over her drenched cardigan, waiting for her give permission. She didn’t move away, nodding her head slightly as if to say ‘go on’. So he pulled the sleeves over her shoulders, the material sticking to her skin. A fizzling tension sparked between them, her eye contact unwavering, his touch eliciting a heady verve. He let the cardigan hit the floor, draping the towel over her shoulders.

“Thanks,” she said, softly. Rafe just smiled, turning around to unbutton his shirt. After shucking off the soaked fabric, he suddenly felt Sofia tap his bare back, Rafe spinning around quickly to check if she was ok. His first thought was that something was wrong, but after he scanned her up and down, her lidded eyes, parted mouth and flushed cheeks made him think otherwise.

“Sofia?” He murmured in confusion.

“Hmn?” She whispered, letting the towel drop to the floor, leaving her in a bikini top and wet denim shorts that clung to her thighs.

“What are you doing?” He knew what she was doing. The real question was why? He wanted to prove that this wasn’t just sex, that she meant more to him than that. But the way she was looking at him right now made it hard to remember that.

“What does it look like?” Her voice was low and heavy, her fingers tracing his wrist, circling the sensitive skin.

“You don’t have to do this.” He still thought that she was trying to make it up to him. Everything in his life had been transactional, even his relationships– with his father, with his friends. He didn’t want her to feel like that– that she had to give him something. He just wanted to be with her.

“I want to…” she trailed off, moving her hands away from his quickly, “do you?” She said, sounding unsure of herself.

Fuck it– Rafe thought.

“I do.” He said hoarsely, before swooping down to capture her in a kiss.

Sofia reacted quickly, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling her closer to her. Rafe complied, arching his neck down, gripping the skin of her hips with greedy hands. His stomach flipped as he heard her little gasps of air against his lips, blood rushing in his veins.

Rafe spun them around so he could push her towards the bed, gently lifting her up to clamber on to the mattress, all the while her legs wrapped around his waist. Sofia broke the kiss, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling as Rafe’s hands pushed her back until her head hit the pillows. He paused for a moment, analysing the way she looked: open and ready for him, her wet hair wreathing her face, her amber eyes glowing in the semi-darkness, her skin still glistening from the rain.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, mostly to himself, quiet enough so she couldn’t hear. Sofia reached a hand out to him, flattering her palm against the small of his back and gently pushing him on top of her.

His hooked her lips with his once again, whilst he undid the button to her shorts, slowly sliding them off her legs. Rafe travelled down the planes of her body, peppering the hot skin with wet kisses, inhaling her scent of rainwater and vanilla.

“Rafe,” she gasped, inciting him to press harder.

“What?” He teased, glancing up at her.

But she didn’t look down at him with a playfulness that their previous hookups had been like– Sofia instead had a sincerity in her eyes that scared Rafe.

“Thank you for this. For all of it.” She said, her voice like velvet. Rafe wasn’t quite sure what she meant– all of it?

He wanted to pry and ask her to explain, but Sofia’s fingers trailed over his forearm. Rafe quickly became inudated with lust, losing his train of thought. She wrapped her hand around his wrist, tugging him forward to silently signal for him to resume his kisses.

So he did.

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Sofia lay back in bed, whilst Rafe cleaned up in the bathroom. She nestled into the satiny white sheets, listening to the thrum of rainfall against the sea. The room was heavy with shadow, a slither of light pooling in from the singular window, making everything lined in silver. She felt so lucky.

She couldn’t quite understand Rafe Cameron. Sofia had been with him long enough to have heard the rumours about him– his hatred for pogues, his violent streak, his murderous family. But that version of himself didn’t align with what she knew: a sweet guy who always tried to make her feel good.

The bathroom door opened with a soft creak, Rafe entering quietly, climbing back in bed.

“Shall we head back?” Sofia said to him in the semi-darkness, facing him as he looked up at the ceiling.

“No…let’s just stay here for a while.” He whispered, turning to face her. He reached his hand out to her, brushing the strands of loose hair away from her eyes with cautious fingertips. Sofia smiled at his face contorted in concentration.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, quickly retracting his hand as if embarrassed.

“Nothing, just happy.” She said truthfully.

Rafe considered her answer, his eyes brewing with something she couldn’t quite place her finger on.

“Can you come closer?” He asked, voice hoarse, as if it pained him to say.

Sofia furrowed her eyebrows but complied, shuffling closer to him in the small bed. She felt his hands slide over her hips, tracing the curves of her body, before they slid over her back, nudging her forward. Sofia took the hint and pressed herself against him, letting him envelope her in his big arms. He was never usually like this after they had sex. Sure he was sweet and respectful, but never this….vulnerable.

“So, are you still scared of the ocean?” He asked, breath tickling the nape of her neck.

Sofia laughed softly, running her hands over the veins in his arms, tracing the cold metal of his rings, “yep, still terrified…but less so with you.”

She felt Rafe vibrate with a low chuckle, his hold on her tightening, “I’m glad…you still wanna head back?”

Sofia slid closer to him, savouring the heat off his bare chest, enjoying this rare side of Rafe that he was showing her today. “We can stay a little longer, can’t we?”

She glanced up at a Rafe, seeing a soft smile on his lips, “of course we can.”

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🌊a/n: i mentioned previously that I don’t like to write smut, i guess this is a good threshold of the extent of spiciness i do write– nothing too explicit. i hope you like it!! send in more requests, thoughts, questions, moodboard ideas…!!!

#outer banks #rafe and sofia #rafe cameron #sofia outer banks #sofia obx #rafe x sofia #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe concepts #rafe cameron thoughts #drew starkey #fiona palomo #༊*·˚syren

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quartztwst · 2 months ago

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I've seen everyone's wonderful magikey ocs! And I'm curious what Yuu, Quartz, and/or Shinii think if all of them!

(I hope it's not too much of ask 😅)

I have answered this in my Q&A example!!

And Shinii's

But if you wanted their opinion individually, I can give you some 😭😭 (i used a randomizer)

Opinions on OCs:

Vee by @heyhellohihowareyou

Quartz: "They're cool I guess. Their personality change is crazy."

Yuu: "Their moves are so cool! Their stamina is so strong! I never have to use my strawberries."

Shinii: "T-Toon Dude? YOU WANT ME TO TALK ABOUR TOON DUDE? YIPPEEE! TOON DUDE IS SUCH A FUN MAGIKEY USER! GAAHHH!! THE POUCH THAT THEY HAVE IS SO USEFUL IN BATTLE! I-" *goes on a tangent*

Airinniz by @hanizmiyu

Quartz: "I've seen her at school. I don't really talk to her though. I haven't see her in battle either."

Yuu: "That huge clock she has is intimidating! And I really like her Magical form! But I always see her sleeping in the training school so we don't really talk.. I would like to!"

Shinii: *the longest rant EVER*

Evelyn by @h0neybane

Quartz: "She's super fast when she eliminates those inky enemy things so she's cool."

Yuu: "I've seen her in class but she's so tired! Her MagiKey makes her work at night. I feel so bad.."

Shinii: *WHOLE BUNCH OF EXCITED RAMBLES*

Yuka by @chaotic-snow

Quartz: "I- Isn't she like 5? (No she isnt) God, can someone stop that DAMN BIRD? Actually, I WILL-"

Yuu: "Her abilities are super unique but.. Isn't she 8? I'm super worried about her!"

Shinii: *more ranting*

Belladonna and Schneider by @ieatfriedeggs

Quartz: "who the fuck let these gay people in my magikey" *says the gay person*

Yuu: "Oh! They're SUPER unique! Two MagiKey users pairing up like this is super rare!"

Shinii: *TALKING ABOUT HER FANFICTION??? FREAK*

Akshara by @twistedtalestory

Quartz: "I don't really have opinions on teachers at that MagiKey school thing."

Yuu: "Oh, she helps me a lot!! I really wanna be like her one day! She's so cooolll hehe!"

Shinii: *WHY IS THERE A PIN BOARD AND HOW DID SHE GET THIS INFO???*

"Messenger" by @dollie-ballerina

Quartz: "Who?"

Yuu: "I- Wait.. That sounds familiar??"

Shinii: "Who?" *SHE DOESNT KNOW ABOUT THIS????? THAT'S RARE*

#magikey #magikey au

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snake-snacc · 3 months ago

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↪ Female Headcanons

↪ Fandom — Diabolik Lovers | Azusa Mukami & Kanato Sakamaki

↪ Words — 2.2k

↪ Warnings —NSFW under the pictures, mentioning of abuse, at the end of each a short shipping thing

↪ Notes — I'm gonna get straight to the point: I am a simp for those two and I am a simp for woman, so here you have me actually just yapping about my toxic (yuri) wifes ;–; Maybe I can excite someone as much as I am

I have a big Pin-Page with just the vibes I get from them so yeah— and because in some things I have a really specific view, I couldn't find things that matches them 100%, but I tried to make a little mood board for each of them, which should capture the vibe at least a bit

English isn't my first language-

Female Kanato

We gonna start with the basic here: Body, Hair and Clothes

Body: I absolutely see her having a slim build. Not much curves and even tho she is skinny the waist isn't really waisting- it's more of a straight build. Good visible collarbone. BUT as much I would love to say that with the slim build comes an A-Cup or even less, something in my mind is saying “No. It's a good B-Cup”

And she hates it! All the dresses and blouses are cut and sewn to fit her slim build so the B-Cup is ruining it for her. It's not fitting. Not looking right! So she tends to put one or two very tight tops under the clothes to press her chest down. With the dresses or blouses it works but before they are put on? It actually makes them more noticeable. The tight top is doing justice! Not in her eyes, but for who ever has the chance to see it.

Hair: It's long. Over her chest and it falls in light curls normally. But I see her mostly styling it very dramatic, very ornate, tight curls, pinned up with some headpiece to it.

And as much as she braids her hair before sleeping, puts it into a bun, a bonnet, whatever- It will be a mess when she wakes up. Knots, bird nests, cow licks, whatever you wanna call it. And after brushing through it it will look decent but not good enough for her.

So waking up hours before school or any event outside the house, is needed for styling her hair (in her eyes). Even one hour of sleeping in means to accept that the hair is going inside a “messy” hairstyle or just gets covert.

Clothes: I will put it simple, I see her dressing in a Victorian goth vibe of style mostly. But with more embroidery, more layers and on some dresses lots of ruffles. The nightgown? A white high cut dress which just falls over her body, some ruffles at the end.

Also white goth.

But I also see her in some more chaotic dresses and blouse combinations. Patterns, belts, some layers that only match styled correctly. I would like to say a more Punk style, but I think that is not what would describe it good enough- And that are the clothes for outside.

Inside it is more simple. Mostly some plain but still cute and pretty dress with some cardigan over it. Or a loose blouse with a long skirt.

I don't really see pants, maybe in combination with a shorter skirt, but then more like those puffy vintage pants. Maybe for sleeping some shorts but more common is a loose dress.

Always wanting to look as eternal as possible!

Accessories are based on the style she is wearing. Nothing too much, they are more like a little detail then a big eyecatcher.

Not much make-up. But she really likes to bring out the light skin, the eyes and play around with some red tones around the eye and for the lips. Nothing too much, just little accents. She believes in her vampire beauty and doesn't want to ruin it.

Skincare is a must! Washing the dirt from the day away, massaging the skin and pulling every hair out that is not meant to be there.

Very picky with what comes on the face. Even the soap needs to be perfectly decided on and dare one of the others touch it. Not even the Partner. No. Hands off.

To her luck body hair isn't a problem. Light hair and not even much. Still she will rip it out. No shaving because it will grow back too fast and the feeling of the hair growing back is giving her the ick. So it's getting brutally ripped out.

For the Character I think it won't change much. Probably she will go more on the psychological side. More of the fake crying, Gaslighting, making you feel bad, arguing with you and threatening you but the physical impact is going down a little.

Still she will get on top of you and stab you with a fork if you piss her off. She's still a vampire so strength isn't the problem. It's more of the “I have a reputation / the role I have to maintain” that holds her from being too physically abusive. Because I see her holding on to the “A girl has to be…” thing.

Mommy Issues are not going away. She absolutely had a phase where she didn't wanted to look like Cordelia at all but at this point she is back in her “I am the only one looking like her, she must be so proud, that's a gift”.

She had sewn a dress that resembled Cordelias and she wore it but hated herself in it. She thought it didn't suit her at all and having that much of a cleavage made her uncomfortable. She needs the high-closed clothes.

NSFW

Moaning mess. Don't argue.

Extremely sensitive in some areas, so touching them is only allowed by the partner. I see those areas to be her rib/underboob area and the sides of it, the inner thighs are hellish to touch, also the back of her ears. The nape is also sensitive but bearable.

It is a good 50/50 between pillow princess, absolutely getting lost in the feeling and her having her fun and not letting the other do anything. So either you gonna get caged until she is satisfied or you gonna get tied up and better start praying.

Head between her legs! She will say she hates it and that it isn't even that good, but the moment you get her to agree to it, she wants to bury herself. Gripping tight into the sheets, your hair, anything she can grab and not holding back on the moans. That angelic voice needs to be heard. Extremely sensitive, so even the slowest lick or the way of kisses down there is going to make her shake.

But that loss of control is what makes her say “I hate it”. Being so lost and surrendered to another one is scary. So if she says yes, she is trusting you with her life.

She will have her fun with you. Sitting on top, taking control, making you beg. Even when she is a mess herself, the joy and satisfaction of having you surrender is more worth than her pleasure. Or at least that is what you hope. Because the fact she gets off on having you surrender is speaking more for her selfish wishes.

Will bluntly say if she wants to have Sex. Maybe she will say it in some “romantic” way but the hint is not a hint. Also will drag you to her room. Or just take you wherever you are. It's still Kanato. If the lake is looking good, then the lake it is. (I'm sorry-)

Bonus

Totally not a lesbian, couple, thing or so— (it totally is) She is jealous on how effortlessly good looking Azusa is in the morning. Hair sitting perfect, skin clear even without daily skincare, and the random shirt that is grabbed for sleeping is hugging her body just right. No business to look like the angles kissed you.

Female Azusa

Let's start with my angel! Same pacing as before-

Body: I had some trouble with it, but in the end I decided on a kind of hourglass figure, not like 90-60-90 but visible curves, if she would stand straight you could see them. Even tho her hips are more on the wide side her ass isn't that big. More on the smaller side, but still good looking in some pants. Her chest is a big B-Cup to a C-Cup actually, but really showing it is not the vibe. More on accident than on purpose.

And they are squishy. Perfect pillow, perfect stress ball.

Hair: Shaggy. It's around the shoulders, in a very layered haircut which just falls good without styling. She got that years ago and never changed it because she really likes to stand up, maybe brush through it and go outside.

From time to time she will put it into a ponytail or make more volume, but really styling it isn't working for her. She tried it but after burning herself multiple times on the flatiron or the curliron, she stopped. Not because burning herself was a problem, but she learned that she will not get it right.

Also fried her hair off at some point. It was fixable.

She tends to play with her hair when bored or stressed, so it gets oily very fast which leads her to washing it almost every second day. Also she likes the fluffy feeling it has after washing.

Clothes: I would say there is a style but there isn't. I like to think she is living the “grab into the wardrobe and take whatever” lifestyle. But mostly it is some comfortable clothes. Knitted sweater, long skirts, loose shirts and some pants. Long cardigans or thin jackets.

Even when she is just grabbing whatever it still has some vibe to it. A creative one. She will put the long skirt over the jeans, if she is feeling like it. It will look chaotic but still kind of cute. It just matched her vibe in general.

Inside it is mostly a shorts and a shirt. Sometimes a long skirt. At home she wants to be as comfortable as possible. So if the shorts are bothering her, she will take them off. The shirt isn't feeling right? Off with that. A Sports bra is all that's needed.

Can't bother to put on a real bra. They are not comfortable but also not painful enough. So no need to have them- Either it's a sports bra or nothing.

She can wear a fancy dress and probably will for the right reason, and she will look fabulous!

For sleeping it's mostly some short shorts or just pantys with some shirt thrown over. Comfortable and easy to remove if it gets too hot.

She wears rings and some thin necklaces. Mostly silver because it is complimenting her skin and eyes. Thought about getting piercings, but mostly just for the pain.

And the pain it was that got her the chest piercings.

Sometimes she tries to cover her eyebags but more than that? She can't bother. From time to time Kou does her make-up and it looks amazing, but she herself is not skilled with those brushes.

Once a week a very hot bath, with some hot towel over the face and some selfcare is the way to go! She doesn't see the point in doing care every day, so washing her face every third day or so must do it. To her luck her skin is good.

The only thing she keeps up with is waxing herself. And because her hair is actually pretty strong it tends to hurt or bleed from time to time. Nothing she wouldn't like-

For the character I also don't see that much of a difference. Still bluntly saying every weird thought she has, still cutting open your skin if she wants and asking you to do the same.

But I think she tends to be a little more clingy. Not annoying, but holding onto your hand, pressing against you if you let her. Being a little puppy. Following around, watching, holding you close.

NSFW

Service Queen. Your pleasure is hers.

Soft moans and more whimpers and holding her breath then really moaning out loud.

Will get off on getting cut and dangerous things. You know those Mafia Dark Romance Gun put inside things? Yes. That. Maybe a knife too-

Her most sensitive area is her neck and back. Trail kisses down there and she will blush.

Even tho she likes pain and all that, tugging on her nipple piercings isn't her favourite. She likes it more if they are handled carefully, played with a little. The thrill of “maybe they tug on it unexpected” is better for her than the tug itself.

Wants to get overstimulated most of the time. Make her cry. She wants that.

But you know what she also wants? Overstimulated you. Getting you to have the same good feeling she craves. Pleasing her partner is a hobby for her, she loves to do it and expects praise after it.

But if you praise her she will do it again and again and again.

She is living for the thrill, so she will tend to give her body in strangers hands to not know what will happen. Glady she stopped that after having multiple discussions with Ruki and the others about that.

Wants to try new things from time to time. Mostly things that seem weird or hurtful.

When she is horny she will let you know. Maybe not saying it directly because it is something she tends to feel embarrassed about because of how random it happens to her, but she will give you hints.

If you don't get them it's okay, then she will sit through it.

Bonus

Also totally not a couple thing- (definitely) She thinks that all those complex dresses and hairstyles are hiding the true beauty Kanato has to offer. She prefers her with freshly brushed hair and a comfy skirt or that tight top, over her layered dresses. Nonetheless she loves to watch Kanato getting dressed up.

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