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IF I WAS A BAD BITCH, I'D WANNA F★CK ME TOO!  ၄၃   gojo satoru x female reader x (female?!) gojo satoru 

18+ content, minors and blank blogs do not interact. established relationship. threesome featuring m & f gojo. dom! gojo(s), sub reader. bisexual reader. slight cnc/dubcon. marathon sex. fingering. voyeurism + cucking. spanking. humping. finger-sucking. the big three: praise, humiliation and degradation. jealousy-fueled and dare i say competitive sex. oral (f. giving & receiving, m. giving and receiving). p in v, creampies. hair-pulling. clit slapping. overstimulation, mind break. doggy (backshots woohoo!), chain link, tower bridge. lots of aftercare and a happy + crack ending (thank you flix)

happy (early) birthday to the honoured dick one. the strongest in bed. i know his birthday is in december but i needed u all to read this right now. so enjoy nine thousand three hundered words of filth, from me to you, with all the love possible <3. i wrote female gojo with @/owwllly's version in mind, so please show them your love xx this has been my fav threesome fic to write!! dedicated to my pookie daph aka @curtins - there will be a part two !! there will be a part two !! there will be a part two !!

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"so you're telling me... this happened because you couldn’t mind your business?" you deadpan, arms crossed as you stare at two very identical gojo satoru’s in your living room. one of them is busy fiddling with infinity while the other is lounging on your couch like she owns the place — wolfcut, tight black turtleneck, and a smirk that could rival the original's arrogance.

“technically, i was minding my business,” the og gojo protests, leaning back against the wall with his usual, unbothered grin. “baby, ’s not my fault the curse decided to spice things up and give you, like, a bogo deal on me. you're welcome, by the way."

"bogo?" you repeat, staring at him blankly. "buy one, get one? 'toru, this isn’t a trip to the mall — this is a problem."

“problem?!” the female gojo pipes up, throwing an arm over the back of the couch. “babe, this is a blessing. look at me — don’t i just scream perfection?” she runs her hands dramatically down her torso, pausing to cup her very impressive pair of tits. “and these? way better than whatever he’s working with.”

“hey!” the og gojo snaps, looking genuinely offended for once. “my pecs are great! they’re sculpted by gods!”

“oh please.” she waves him off, smirking. “you can bench press all ya want, but nothin' competes with these.”

you pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache brewing. “great. now there’s two of you and you’re already competing with each other. this is exactly what my therapist warned me about.”

"your therapist doesn’t even know her," og gojo interjects, before muttering, "probably thinks i'm better."

“knows me?” the female gojo raises a brow, mimicking his exact tone. “honey, i am you — just hotter and with better hair.”

“oh, please, my hair is iconic —”

“only ‘cuz i have it now —”

“okay, shut up, both of you,” you groan, cutting through their bickering. “are we just ignoring the fact that this situation is insane? one of you is going to have to fix this. preferably him,” you gesture to your boyfriend, “because i’m sure as hell not trusting the version of you who discovered boobs for the first time an hour ago.”

"that’s fair,” female gojo shrugs. “i got distracted for a good ten minutes.”

“ten?” og gojo snorts. “please, i bet you’re still distracted.”

“better than looking like an overgrown snow cone —”

“that’s it!” you snap, cutting them off again. “you’re both sleeping on the floor until this gets fixed!”

they stare at you, identical smirks creeping onto their faces. the synchronization is downright creepy.

“what?” you snap.

“you mean we can’t sleep next to you?” female gojo teases, batting her eyelashes dramatically. “oh, baabbyy, don’t be like that. we’ll make it work. one on each side, warm and cozy…”

“dream on!” you yell, grabbing a pillow and chucking it at both of them.

despite your protests, you eventually settle into bed, burying yourself under the covers in hopes that sleep will somehow make this bizarre situation feel a little less insane in the morning. your boyfriend is sulking on the couch — he’s got that kicked puppy look down to a science, complete with dramatic sighs and pointed glances your way every time he fluffs the pillow. you ignore him. you deserve this break.

or at least, you thought you did.

the bed dips behind you, and you freeze, already knowing who it is before she even opens her mouth.

“hey,” female gojo whispers conspiratorially, her voice a softer, almost sultry version of your boyfriend’s usual annoying tone. “girl’s night, right? let’s talk about feelings and, like… skincare or whatever. isn’t that what girls do?”

“go back to the couch,” you mutter, trying not to sound as mortified as you feel.

“oh, come onnn,” she presses, shifting closer. “i’m technically you now. you, me, and him — we’re a team. solidarity and alla that.”

“team or not, you’re still satoru,” you grumble, rolling over to glare at her. “and you’re supposed to be fixing this, not playing barbie dreamhouse with my sanity.”

she gasps, clutching her chest as though you’d just gravely insulted her. “barbie dreamhouse? wow, honey, that’s just rude.”

you sigh, already exhausted, and roll back over, resolutely closing your eyes. “goodnight.”

except she doesn’t leave.

instead, she shuffles even closer, slipping under the covers like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“what the hell are you doing?” you ask, voice muffled by your pillow.

“it’s called cuddling. girlhood, babe. embrace it.”

you groan, but it’s drowned out by the warmth of her pressing against your back, her arm draping over your waist like she’s done this a hundred times before. the touch is familiar — too familiar — but also distinctly… different. softer, almost delicate, but with that same satoru confidence you’ve grown used to.

you’re about to relax when — oh.

oh no.

that’s definitely her tits pressing against you.

“seriously?” you mutter, feeling your face heat up as you shift uncomfortably.

“what?” she hums innocently, though you can practically hear the smirk in her tone. “they’re natural, by the way. in case you were wondering.”

you roll your eyes so hard they might fall out of your head. “get off me.”

“nah. you’re comfy.”

“you’re unbelievable.”

“you love it,” she whispers, cuddling closer, her breath warm against the back of your neck.

meanwhile, from the couch, your boyfriend groans dramatically. “wooww, guess i’m not needed anymore! don’t mind me, just a lonely man being replaced by his better half!”

you groan louder this time, burying your face in the pillow. “i hate both of you.”

“you’ll get over it,” female gojo chirps.

you’re not so sure.

you drift into a restless sleep, but it’s not long before something — someone — pulls you back into a groggy haze. at first, you think it’s just the weight of her arm slung over your waist, the kind of innocent touch you’ve grown used to from satoru, only now softer, smaller. 

but then you feel it: nimble fingers ghosting the waistband of your shorts, brushing against your skin with maddening lightness.

your eyes snap open, and before you can twist around, you hear her chuckle — a low, almost predatory sound.

"eaasy, babe," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear as she burrows closer, her chest flush against your back. "don’t wanna wake him, do you?"

your heart skips a beat, half from the sensation of her lips brushing the shell of your ear, half from the realization that your boyfriend is right down the hallway.

“what the hell are you doing?” you hiss, your voice barely audible, but it only makes her grin wider. you can’t see it, but you can feel it in the way her teeth graze your neck, her nose nuzzling against your skin.

“just havin’ a little fun,” she murmurs, her fingers dipping slightly lower, teasing. "you’re sooo uptight. ’s cute."

“stop,” you whisper, though your voice lacks the conviction you wish it had. you’re painfully aware of every point of contact — her fingers, her chest pressed against you, the way her legs tangle with yours like she’s been doing this forever.

“oh, come on,” she purrs, lips trailing a featherlight path up your neck. “you can pretend to hate this allll ya want, but she’s kinda telling a different story, babe.”

your breath catches as her fingers toy with the waistband of your panties, and you bite your lip to stifle a sound that’s somewhere between a gasp and a moan.

“shhhhh,” she teases, her voice dripping with amusement. “don’t wanna wake him. imagine the tantrum he’d throw.”

“'toru,” you snap in a whisper, barely managing to keep your voice steady, “you’re impossible.”

“she is impossible,” she corrects smugly, emphasizing the distinction. “and you love it.”

you squirm, trying to shift away, but it only earns you a low chuckle and a firmer hold around your waist.

“relax,” she coos, her fingers retreating just enough to drive you insane. “’m just here to keep ya company. whether that means getting a rise out of you or, y’know... edgin’ this pretty lil’ pussy for the rest of the night? your call.”

you swallow hard, caught between indignation and the way her touch sets your nerves on fire.

“make your choice, babe,” she whispers, her voice playful but laced with a dangerous edge.

“just try not to moan too loud. wouldn’t wanna give him ideas.”

you close your eyes, torn between cursing her and praying she doesn’t stop.

this night just got so much longer.

your brain is waging the ultimate war, a full-on battlefield of ethics versus… whatever this situation even is.

is it cheating if it’s your boyfriend’s hot female counterpart? technically, it’s still satoru, right? like, some weird multiverse loophole you could maybe rationalize later when guilt comes knocking. 

but right now, the only thing knocking is your resolve, which is hanging by a thread as those nimble fingers dance along your clothed slit, teasing just enough to drive you to madness.

you bite down on your lip, a mix of frustration and need building as she leans in closer, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "you’re thinkin’ so loud, honey. wanna share with the class?”

“shut up,” you hiss, squirming as her fingers dip a little lower, just brushing the edge of your clothed clit.

she laughs softly, the sound rich and teasing, as if she’s enjoying how much you’re struggling. “ohhh, ya gonna give in, aren’t cha?” she murmurs, her lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. “ya so cute when you’re pretending to resist.”

your breathing hitches as she presses her palm against your clothed cunt, her fingers tracing delicate, torturous circles. it’s enough to make you curse the heavens for whatever cursed logic landed you here but also enough to make you moan softly despite yourself.

“fuck it,” you mutter under your breath, the words more to yourself than to her, and you stop fighting, letting her fingers dip inside your panties.

her grin is unmistakable — so much like satoru’s but with an edge of mischief that’s uniquely her own. “there she is,” she whispers, and her fingers find your clit, circling it with the kind of precision that makes your whole body tense.

“jesus christ,” you gasp, your hand shooting out to grip the sheets as she keeps her pace slow, deliberate, almost cruel in its teasing.

“nah,” she chuckles, her lips brushing against your neck, “just satoru. but you can scream my name later if ya want.”

you stifle a groan, your mind racing between indignation and the hot, electric sensation pooling low in your stomach.

“careful,” she teases, voice low and smug. “wouldn’t wanna wake him, would you? unless…” she pauses, fingers pressing a little harder, “...you want him to watch.”

you choke on a mix of a gasp and a protest, twisting slightly to glare at her, but the sharp look you’re going for is lost in the haze of heat clouding your brain.

“you’re the worst,” you manage to whisper, though it lacks any real bite.

“and yet, here you are,” she hums, pressing a kiss to the corner of your jaw. “enjoying every second of it.”

she’s not wrong, and that realization alone might kill you.

you never thought you’d find yourself in a situation like this — not that you were opposed to the idea. women were great, truly a gift to the world.

but how many people could say they were being finger fucked by their boyfriend’s female counterpart? it was such a specific, cursedly unique predicament that you almost wanted to laugh.

almost.

if you weren’t too busy biting back a moan as her fingers worked you with an infuriating rhythm.

the obscene sounds were soft, but in the quiet of the room, they echoed like a symphony of sins you’d be reckoning with later. and when her other hand pressed against your lips, fingers tapping lightly, you didn’t even hesitate.

you took them into your mouth, sucking with enough fervor to have her humming appreciatively behind you.

“oh, you’re full of surprises,” she purred, her tone dripping with amusement. her nails — surprisingly manicured and oddly elegant — scraped against your tongue, and you felt a shiver crawl down your spine. “never took ya for someone with an oral fixation. should i be jealous of him?”

you glared up at her weakly, but it only made her grin grow wider.

“no need to get all pouty, baby,” she teased, pulling her hand away with a wet pop! before dragging her nails down the side of your face in mock affection. “you’re already givin' me plenty of attention.”

“you’re so full of yourself,” you muttered, your voice muffled by a moan as her fingers curled inside you just right, hitting a spot that made your legs tremble.

“and yet, here you are,” she countered smugly, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. “suckin' my fingers like you’re starved for it. but don’t worry pretty, i’ve got plenty to give.”

“oh my god,” you groaned, torn between mortification and the unbearable heat flooding your veins.

“close enough,” she chuckled, her lips brushing against your ear as her fingers continued their relentless, torturous pace. “but you can scream that louder later. just remember to keep it down for him, yeah? wouldn’t wanna give him a heart attack.”

as if on cue, you heard your boyfriend shift on the couch down the hallway, groaning in his sleep.

her grin pressed against your skin, smug as ever. “looks like we’re on a time limit. better make it count, babe.”

it’s almost like she wants to be caught.

you can feel it in the deliberate pace of her fingers, the smug curl of her lips pressed against your ear, and the way her voice dips just low enough to make you think she’s daring him to walk in.

what’s he gonna do, anyway? accuse you of cheating? on him?

with him?

the thought’s absurd, hilarious even, if not for the way your brain is too scrambled to dwell on it.

“you’re so tense,” she purrs, her tone that perfect mix of teasing and filth, her fingers quickening their pace with a precision that’s downright sinful. “relax, ma. you’re doing so well f’me.”

“sh-shut up,” you hiss, though it lacks conviction, your voice shaky and edged with desperation. the familiar, blinding heat in your stomach coils tighter, threatening to snap as her movements grow more deliberate.

but she doesn’t shut up — of course, she doesn’t.

“awww, don’t get shy on me now,” she murmurs, her breath hot against your ear as her lips ghost along your jawline. her words spill out like poison dipped in honey, filthy and deliberate.

“you’re sooo close, aren’t ya? can feel it, babe. you’re twitching around my fingers. think you’ll cum before he wakes up?”

you choke on a whimper, your head spinning as her words sink deep into your hazy mind. the wet, obscene shlick, shlick sounds of her fingers working you only makes it worse, the sound bouncing off the walls and mocking any remaining shred of dignity you have left.

“don’t fight it,” she coos, nipping lightly at your earlobe. “you wanna cum sooo bad. just do it, babe. be a good girl for me.”

the knot in your stomach pulls impossibly tight, her voice the final push as she angles her fingers just right, and you’re gone.

you tremble, your hands gripping the sheets like a lifeline as your release crashes through you in waves so intense that you’re outright whimpering. the sound spills out before you can bite it back, and she takes full advantage, her fingers slowing just enough to draw it out, prolonging your undoing.

“thaaat’s it,” she hums, satisfaction dripping from her voice. “good girl.”

you gasp for air, your body slack against hers as she finally pulls her hand away, leaving you boneless and dazed.

“see?” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple, her tone still annoyingly smug. “told ya'd like it.”

before you can snap back, you hear a groan from the hallway — your boyfriend stirring on the couch.

“oops,” she whispers, her voice featherlight but laced with mischief as she leans closer to your ear. “think he heard that?”

⋆˙⟡ —

gojo was not having it.

being sentenced to the couch while he — or she — got to hog your warmth? outrageous.

what kind of half-assed excuse was "girl’s night" anyway? he was the epitome of versatility! gender fluidity incarnate! hell, he’d rock a pair of heels better than most and still kick ass.

he rolled onto his back with a huff, staring at the ceiling and debating his next move.

screw it. he wasn’t about to let himself — herself — win. this was his girlfriend, damn it.

with a frustrated groan, he dragged himself off the couch, trudging down the hallway. barefoot and irritated, he rehearsed what he’d say as he barged in, fully intent on dragging her ass out and reclaiming his rightful spot in your bed.

but the second he opened the door, all those thoughts evaporated.

his jaw dropped, his cerulean eyes widening behind the curtain of his disheveled hair.

there you were, his sweet, pliant girlfriend, lying there with your head tilted back, cheeks flushed, and lips wrapped around fem gojo’s fingers.

and the smell — fuck, the smell of you hung thick in the air, so sweet and heady it made his knees damn near buckle. it hit him like a freight train, and with it came a mix of emotions he couldn’t even begin to untangle: shock, irritation, a twinge of jealousy, and, much to his own annoyance, arousal.

“are you serious right now?” his voice rang out, low and sharp, cutting through the quiet of the room.

you froze, your eyes snapping open as you turned to look at him. fem gojo, on the other hand, smirked, her fingers lazily slipping out of your mouth with an exaggerated pop!

“oh, hey,” she drawled, utterly unbothered by his presence. “took ya long enough.”

“what the hell is this?” he gestured vaguely at the two of you, his gaze bouncing between your guilty expression and her smug one.

“girl’s night,” she said matter-of-factly, her tone so casual it made his eye twitch.

“girl’s night?” he repeated, his voice climbing an octave. “girl’s night doesn’t include —” he waved his hands, “ —whatever this is!”

“reelaxx, dude,” she cooed, sitting up slightly but still keeping one possessive hand on your thigh. “you’re overreacting.”

“overreacting?!”

you flinched at his tone, but she didn’t budge, only grinning wider.

“jealous, are we?” she teased, leaning back into the pillows like she owned the place. “don’t worry, there’s plenty of her to go around.”

his jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “you think this is funny?”

“a little,” she admitted, cocking her head. “but it’s fun when you’re mad.”

he stormed over to the bed, yanking the covers off with dramatic flair.

“get out,” he demanded, pointing toward the door.

“make me,” she challenged, her grin growing downright wicked.

oh, that was it.

“fine,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. “you wanna play games? let’s play.”

in one swift motion, he was crawling onto the bed, caging both of you in with his presence. his gaze flicked to you, burning and possessive, before turning back to her.

“you started this,” he growled, “so you better keep up.”

she raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “oh, i’ll keep up.”

you swallowed hard, caught between their clashing egos and the growing heat simmering between the three of you.

this was about to get very interesting.

his hand clamps around your neck before you can even register what’s happening, yanking you into his lap like you weigh nothing. the surprised squeal that escapes your lips is muffled instantly as his mouth crashes onto yours in a kiss so sloppy, so overwhelming, it leaves you gasping. his tongue dominates yours, hot and unrelenting, and you barely have time to catch your breath before he pulls away, his next words like a slap to your dignity.

“you’re such a fuckin' mess,” he growls, his free hand coming down sharply on your ass with a loud smack!, the sting sends a jolt through you, and your body involuntarily arches against him. “lettin' her get her hands allll over you like a desperate little slut.”

you whimper, the sound earning a low, derisive laugh from him as he lands another smack!, his hand squeezing the soft flesh just to watch it jiggle.

“you like that, huh?” he sneers, his grip tightening around your neck just enough to make your head spin. “bet you’re fuckin' soaked, aren’t cha? letting anyone who’ll touch you have a go. pathetic.”

“not anyone,” fem gojo pipes up from her spot on the bed, her voice laced with amusement. “just me. well, technically you. so you’ve only got yourself to blame, babe.”

he shoots her a glare, his lips curling into a snarl, but she doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest. in fact, she looks downright entertained, one hand lazily palming her tits through her shirt, her grin smug as she watches the scene unfold.

“don’t mind me,” she says, her tone light and teasing. “’m just enjoyin' the view. gotta say, though, you’ve got good taste.”

you shudder at the low hum in her voice, your face burning as her gaze flicks to where your body presses against his, her smirk deepening.

“shut up,” he snaps, his hand sliding down to your hip to yank you harder against him. “this is my show now.”

“oh, by all means,” she chuckles, leaning back on her elbows as her fingers toy her nipples. “don’t let me stop you. though, technically, this is still me giving her what she wants.”

he growls, his grip on you tightening as he presses his forehead against yours, his eyes narrowing. “you’re mine,” he hisses, the words like a brand against your skin. “doesn’t matter what fucking form i’m in. you get that?”

you nod weakly, your body trembling as his other hand lands another sharp smack! to your ass, drawing a coo of delight from his female counterpart.

“good,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours before claiming them again, rough and punishing.

“now, let’s see if you can prove it.”

“oh, this is getting good,” fem gojo says with a delighted laugh, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she settles in to watch the show — completely unbothered and clearly relishing every second of it.

⋆˙⟡ —

you’re losing it. outright losing it.

it was bad enough when gojo insisted on doing you in front of the mirror, forcing you to watch as he destroyed every last shred of your dignity.

but this? this was next level.

having someone else watch — and not just anyone, but the female version of him, sitting there with that same smug smirk plastered across her face as she enjoyed the show — this wasn’t on your bingo card for the year.

and yet, you couldn’t lie to yourself. the heat pooling between your legs was unmistakable, your slick soaking through the fabric of your panties and seeping onto his clothed crotch. the mess you were making was evident, each grind against him creating an obscene wet sound that seemed to echo in the room.

“oh, babe,” fem gojo moaned, her head tilting back as her hands finally slid under her shirt, teasing the plush swell of her chest. “are ya sure you’re not doin' this f'me? ‘cause this is better than any mirror show.”

“shut it,” male gojo snapped, his lips pulling away from yours, a string of spit connecting you as he shot her a glare. “you’re lucky i haven’t kicked your ass out yet.”

“please,” she purred, rolling her nipples between her fingers with a soft moan, her smirk growing wider. “you’re not kicking me out of anything. besides —” her gaze flicked to you, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, “ — she doesn’t seem to mind me being here. do you, pretty?”

you whimpered, the humiliation and arousal swirling together in a heady cocktail that made it impossible to think straight.

“answer her,” male gojo growled, his hand sliding down to grab your ass, forcing you to grind harder against him. “or are you too dumb to use your words?”

“i — i —” your voice broke into a soft moan, your hands clutching his shoulders for support as you buried your face in his neck, unable to meet her eyes.

“look at you,” she cooed, her voice dripping with amusement. “such a good girl, falling apart like that. and here i thought you were the composed one.”

“don’t get used to it,” male gojo bit out, yanking you back just enough to look at you, his gaze dark and commanding. “you’re mine, got it? doesn’t matter if it’s her or me watching. you’re still only ever gonna fall apart for me.”

“you’re so possessive,” fem gojo teased, her voice laced with mockery as her hands continued their lazy exploration under her shirt. “'s cute, honestly. but you can’t deny it’s a little hot watching her fall apart like that.”

“you really don’t know when to shut up, do you?” he snapped, but the irritation in his voice was edged with something else, something darker, like her words were getting to him too.

“oh, i know when,” she said with a sultry grin, her fingers tweaking her nipples with a sharp intake of breath. “but where’s the fun in that?”

you gasped as his hips jerked up against you, the friction sending another wave of heat through your already overstimulated body.

“don’t get any ideas,” he growled, his attention snapping back to you, his grip tightening on your hips. “you’re not done until i say you are.”

“god,” fem gojo moaned softly, her hands sliding down her cunt as she watched you both. “if this is how you treat her in front of me, i can’t imagine what you’re like when you’ve got her all to yourself.”

her words only seemed to spur him on, his lips crashing into yours again, his teeth nipping at your lower lip before he pulled away just enough to whisper against your mouth.

“don’t worry,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “we’ll make sure she knows exactly what it feels like to belong to both of us.”

the promise in his tone sent a shiver down your spine, and the look in fem gojo’s eyes made it clear she had no intention of being a passive observer for long.

clothes hit the floor — or in your case, were outright shredded by your boyfriend’s impatient hands. the sound of ripping fabric and your startled gasp barely registered over the muffled curses coming from fem gojo, who was too distracted fumbling with her own shirt, her needy arousal making her hands clumsy.

“damn it,” she muttered under her breath, finally managing to toss her shirt aside. “you’d think i’d be good at undressing myself by now.”

“could’ve fooled me,” male gojo quipped with a sharp grin, not even glancing her way as he manhandled you into position. “i could’ve stripped you in two seconds flat.”

“yeah, yeah,” she shot back, rolling her eyes as her shorts hit the floor. “maybe i wanted to take my time.”

he didn’t reply. instead, his hands clamped down on your waist, and before you could even process what was happening, you found yourself being flung off his lap. you landed on your stomach, a surprised cry escaping your lips as your face ended up inches away from fem gojo’s already glistening cunt.

the sweet, heady scent of her arousal flooded your senses, making your head spin.

“oh?” she cooed, leaning back on her elbows and spreading her legs a little wider, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “is this your way of apologizing? putting her in prime position f'me?”

“shut up,” male gojo snapped, his voice sharp as his hands gripped your hips again, pulling them up so your ass was in the air. “she’s here to learn who she belongs to.”

“sure,” fem gojo said, clearly unconvinced as her fingers trailed teasingly along the inside of her thighs. “and if she just so happens to learn how to make me feel good in the process, well, that’s just a bonus, hm?”

you whimpered, your mind spinning as you tried to ground yourself, but the sharp snap of your boyfriend’s hips against you derailed every coherent thought.

“what’s wrong, sweetheart?” he hissed, his pace unrelenting as he pounded into you from behind. “ya so quiet now. where’s all that pretty whinin' you were doing earlier?”

“h-her mouth’s busy,” fem gojo chimed in with a laugh, her hand sliding into your hair to guide your face closer to her. “or at least, it should be. come on, ma. show me what ya got.”

you hesitated, your face burning with a mix of humiliation and arousal, but a sharp smack! on your ass from male gojo left you gasping.

“don’t keep her waiting,” he growled, jealousy dripping from every word as his nails dug into your skin. “you were so eager to let her touch you before. let’s see how you like being used.”

“god,” fem gojo moaned softly as your tongue tentatively flicked over her slick folds, the taste of her flooding your senses. “she’s so good, isn’t she?”

he scoffed, his thrusts growing harsher, each one making your body jolt forward against her. “she’s good because i made her that way,” he bit out, his voice low and possessive. “don’t forget who she comes back to every night.”

“we’ll see about that,” she teased, her fingers tightening in your hair as her hips rolled against your mouth. “if she keeps this up, she might be spending a few more nights with me instead.”

“over my dead body,” he snarled, his hand reaching around to toy with your clit, the rough circles of his fingers sending shockwaves through your body.

you whimpered against her, the vibrations drawing a shuddering gasp from her lips.

“oh, fuck,” she moaned, her head tilting back as her free hand slid up to tweak her nipple. “you’re gonna make me cum, babe. keep goin' —don’t stop.”

male gojo’s hand tightened on your hip, his rhythm faltering slightly as he let out a low, guttural growl.

“she’s not coming for you,” he spat, leaning down until his chest was flush against your back, his breath hot against your ear. “she’s coming because of me.”

“whatever you need to tell yourself,” fem gojo panted, her voice laced with amusement and ecstasy as her hips bucked against your face. “but we both know who she’s really falling apart for right now.”

your thoughts were spiraling. absolutely spiraling.

how the hell were you supposed to explain this?

my boyfriend’s giving me the most insane backshots of my life while i’m eating out the female version of him.

except… she wasn’t just “him” anymore. she was her, right? so does that make her your girlfriend? was it cheating? was it some weird alternate-universe poly thing?

“ugh, no time to think,” you muttered under your breath, your words muffled as you dragged your tongue along fem gojo’s slit.

“what’s that, sweetheart?” fem gojo purred, her hand tightening in your hair as her thighs quivered under your grip. “don’t stop on my account. you’re doing so good.”

“oh, don’t stroke her ego,” male gojo snapped, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust that had your entire body jolting forward, your face pressing impossibly closer to fem gojo’s dripping cunt. “she’s not that good yet.”

“jealous much?” fem gojo teased, her voice lilting and smug as she rolled her hips against your mouth. “she’s got me riiight on the edge, babe. maybe you should let her focus instead of barking orders like you’re the only one who matters here.”

“focus?” he sneered, leaning down until his chest was pressed against your back, his breath hot against your ear. “she’s too busy falling apart to focus. look at her — her hands are shaking.”

you whimpered at his words, your hands trembling as you tried your best to keep fem gojo’s thighs spread wide.

“awwww, baby,” she cooed, her fingers stroking your hair gently, a stark contrast to the vulgar praise spilling from her lips. “don’t listen to him. you’re doing amazing. so eager, so pliant — just like i knew you’d be.”

“pliant, huh?” male gojo growled, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. “is that what you think this is? you think she’s here for you?”

“she’s here for both of us,” fem gojo shot back, her smirk widening as she tugged your hair, forcing you to look up at her. “right, babe? tell him how much you like making me feel good.”

you tried to answer, but the words were swallowed up by a moan as male gojo’s hand snaked around to rub tight, merciless circles against your clit.

“she doesn’t have to say anything,” he said, his voice low and dark, laced with jealousy. “her body’s doing allll the talkin'. look at the mess she’s making.”

“maybe that’s because you’re being so rough,” fem gojo said, rolling her eyes even as her thighs trembled against your face.

“or maybe —” her voice dropped, dripping with faux sweetness as her smirk turned wicked, “ — it’s 'cause she likes me better.”

that set him off.

with a low, guttural growl, he pulled you back sharply, forcing you to arch against him as he slammed into you with a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

“say it,” he demanded, his voice rough as his fingers dug into your hips. “tell her who you belong to.”

“oh, don’t make her choose,” fem gojo said, her tone mockingly sweet. “she’s doin' so well for both of us. aren’t cha, babe?”

you whimpered, your mind too clouded with pleasure to form a coherent response, and she laughed, low and sultry, her fingers sliding along your jaw to tilt your slick-covered face up.

“poor thing,” she murmured, her lips brushing against your ear. “don’t worry. you don’t have to pick. we’ll just take turns.”

male gojo’s hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back to meet his blazing gaze.

“no,” he growled, his jealousy boiling over as his hips snapped against yours. “she’s mine.”

“ours,” fem gojo corrected, her voice smug as she ran her tongue along your flushed cheek, laughing when he snarled in response.

“dream on,” he spat, his possessiveness evident in every word, every movement, every sharp thrust.

and you? you were somewhere in the middle of it all, lost in the overwhelming heat of them, the push and pull of their jealousy, their praise, their relentless need to claim you.

⋆˙⟡ —

the room at two in the morning was a symphony of chaos and filth, the soundtrack of your life choices. gojo’s low muttering against his breath, some mix of cocky praise and jealous snarling, occasionally punctuated with a sharp smack! to your ass. your muffled whimpers and gasps as your face stayed buried between fem gojo’s legs, and her breathy, high-pitched praises as she tugged on your hair like she owned you.

“thaaat’s it, babe,” fem gojo cooed, her fingers tightening in your hair. “s'good f'me, aren’t cha? suuccch a good girl.”

wait, hold on. fem gojo pulling your hair? wasn’t that supposed to be a boyfriend gojo thing?

before your brain could unravel that disturbing yet arousing conundrum, she yanked hard, pulling your face impossibly closer. your nose pressed rudely against her clit, and the sudden pressure had her legs trembling around your head.

“oh — fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whimpered, her usually smug voice cracking as her hips bucked involuntarily.

and then it happened.

you barely had time to process her thighs clamping down around your ears, muffling everything but the obscene sounds of her unraveling. warm liquid gushed against your lips, your chin, even dribbling down your neck, as fem gojo outright squirted.

“oh my god,” you thought, frozen in shock even as your boyfriend’s hips snapped sharply into yours again, jarring you forward for what felt like the millionth time tonight.

“holy shit,” male gojo muttered, his voice equal parts awe and irritation as he caught sight of his counterpart’s unrestrained climax. “you fuckin' squirted? that’s my thing!”

fem gojo, still coming down from her high, let out a breathless laugh, her legs falling limp as she sprawled back on the bed.

“looks like your girl’s a fast learner,” she teased, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.

“learner, my ass,” he shot back, a sharp thrust making you moan against fem gojo’s overstimulated folds. “i trained her to be this good.”

“uh-huh,” fem gojo drawled lazily, running a hand through her sweat-dampened hair. “then why’d she just make me squirt first? sounds like she’s got a natural talent you couldn’t teach.”

“shut up,” he growled, his pace picking up as he slammed into you harder, clearly trying to reassert dominance.

you, meanwhile, were somewhere between mortification and pride.

first time eating someone out, and they squirted. that was definitely going on the mental highlight reel of your life — even if it was your boyfriend’s female counterpart.

you figured you might as well keep going with fem gojo. after all, your boyfriend had the stamina of a goddamn bull and a petty streak longer than your to-do list. no way he was letting you off easy after everything tonight.

lucky you, though — he’d also trained you well enough to cum at the same time as him. how lovely.

…ignoring the fact that your current position was utterly humiliating. your back arched up so prettily, your face now smooshed between fem gojo’s outrageously, illegally hot rack.

“suck,” she demanded, her voice dripping with the same playful authority you usually heard from your boyfriend, but with a distinctly feminine lilt that had you shivering.

“oh, don’t act like you’re in charge,” gojo snapped from behind you, his thrusts growing sharper as if to punctuate his annoyance. “you’re just here for the ride.”

“and you’re here throwing a tantrum,” fem gojo shot back, her smirk evident in her tone as her hands pressed you deeper into her chest. “you’re the one that left her unsupervised.”

you barely registered their bickering. your head was swimming, lost in the overwhelming heat of fem gojo’s body and the relentless rhythm of your boyfriend behind you. your tongue flicked over her hardened nipple, drawing a satisfied gasp from her lips as she arched into you.

“good giirrl,” fem gojo purred, her fingers threading through your hair again, keeping your face buried against her. “you’re learning so fast.”

“don’t praise her for that!” gojo barked, his voice tinged with frustration even as he groaned, his hips snapping against yours. “she’s mine, not yours, so quit actin' like ya got a claim on her!”

“if she’s yours, then why’s she so eager to listen to me?” fem gojo teased, her breath hitching as your tongue swirled around her sensitive nipple.

“you wanna see who she listens to?” he growled, leaning over you as his hand snaked around your waist, his fingers circling your clit in quick, punishing strokes.

that did it. the tension coiling low in your stomach snapped, and you came with a muffled cry against fem gojo’s chest, your whole body trembling as pleasure washed over you.

at the same time, gojo’s hips stuttered against yours, his grip tightening as he groaned through gritted teeth, spilling into you with one last deep thrust.

the room fell silent except for your ragged breathing and fem gojo’s low chuckle as she trailed her fingers through your hair.

“aww,” she cooed, her voice dripping with amusement. “looks like we both won, huh?”

“we?” gojo barked, glaring at her over your back. “you’re lucky i didn’t kick your ass out of this bed halfway through.”

“lucky?” she repeated, her smirk widening as she leaned down to press a kiss to your temple. “please, babe. i’ve got her attention. you’re just here to keep things interesting.”

gojo had had enough. sure, he’d made you see stars, made you fall apart on his dick like he always did. and yeah, he’d just had his own finish, but that didn’t matter.

he was greedy. always greedy.

his icy blue eyes darted to fem gojo, still lounging smugly with that shit-eating grin plastered across her pretty face. oh, he hated seeing his own smugness reflected like that.

“alright,” he huffed, running a hand through his disheveled hair before cracking his neck. “you wanna play games? fine. hold her for me.”

“oh?” fem gojo purred, clearly intrigued, though she raised an eyebrow. “what’s this now?”

“don’t ask questions, just do it,” he snapped, his tone sharp but impatient.

to your surprise — and maybe horror — fem gojo complied, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you back against her chest, locking you in place.

“good,” gojo muttered, his gaze dropping to your already trembling body. his lips quirked into a devilish smirk as he cracked his knuckles.

“now, sweetheart,” he said, his voice saccharine and low as he leaned down to meet your wide-eyed gaze, “you’re gonna give me six more. f'good luck. for my six eyes. makes sense, right?”

“s-six?” you stammered, your voice barely audible as you squirmed in fem gojo’s hold.

“don’t pass out before number three, okay?” fem gojo chimed in, her breath tickling your ear as she pressed a playful kiss to your temple.

“oh, she won’t,” gojo assured her, his tone all cocky confidence as his fingers found your oversensitive clit, circling it slowly, almost mockingly. “i’ve trained her too well for that.”

“you’re insane,” you gasped, your voice breaking as his movements picked up, sending shockwaves through your overstimulated body.

“and you love it,” he shot back, grinning as your hips bucked involuntarily.

“she’s already shakin',” fem gojo mused, her hands holding you firmly in place as you writhed in her grip. “think she can even make it to six?”

“she’ll make it,” gojo said confidently, his fingers dipping lower to press inside you.

you let out a strangled moan, your body arching against fem gojo as she held you tighter.

“one down,” gojo teased as you convulsed around his fingers, your first orgasm ripping through you with humiliating ease.

“just five more, baby,” fem gojo cooed, brushing her lips against your ear. “think ya cunt can handle it?”

you didn’t have the breath to answer, already lost in the haze of pleasure and anticipation as gojo smirked down at you.

“don’t worry,” he murmured, sliding his fingers out only to replace them with his cock, the stretch sending your mind reeling.

“we’ve got allll night.”

⋆˙⟡ —

the first rays of the sun filtered into your room, casting soft golden streaks across the absolute battlefield that was your bed. clothes were long forgotten, scattered along with the remnants of your once-organized collection of sex toys — all strewn haphazardly on the mattress and floor, evidence of what you’d been subjected to.

but you couldn’t exactly reflect on the mess, not when your mind was lost in the fog of overstimulation.

your body dangled limply in fem gojo’s strong, steady arms, her breath warm against your ear as she held you upright. your head lolled back against her shoulder, drool slipping from the corner of your lips as your boyfriend once again set a punishing rhythm with his hips.

“c’mon, sweetheart,” he drawled, his voice rough from hours of exertion but no less smug. “what number are we on now?”

you tried to answer, you really did, but all that came out was a broken, incoherent moan, your voice cracking as your legs trembled helplessly.

“what was that?” fem gojo teased, her laughter soft and melodic as she adjusted her grip on you, her fingers brushing over your slick, sweat-dampened skin. “i think she lost count. did we hit six or are we on nine?”

“definitely nine,” gojo declared, grinning as he leaned down to press a kiss to your temple. “but she can’t keep up. guess i’ll just have to count for her.”

you whined, barely able to lift your arms, let alone argue.

“poor thing,” fem gojo cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as her lips trailed along your neck. “bet her brain’s all mush now. aren’t ya, pretty?”

you whimpered in response, your body shuddering as another wave of pleasure surged through you, leaving you gasping and clutching at fem gojo’s arms for support.

“look at that,” your boyfriend said with a chuckle, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you closer. “she’s still got some fight in her.”

“for now,” fem gojo quipped, smirking as she nuzzled into your hair.

“but i think we’ve got her for a few more rounds before she taps out.”

“good,” gojo muttered, his pace quickening as his grin widened. “’m not done yet.”

⋆˙⟡ —

you should’ve known better. should’ve known better than to assume fem gojo would let up.

sure, she’d been lounging lazily for a while, playing her role as the smug spectator while her male counterpart relentlessly worked you over. but the thing about gojo — male or female — was that patience wasn’t exactly their virtue.

“y’know,” fem gojo began, her tone as sweet as honey but laced with mischief as she propped her chin on your shoulder, her lips brushing against your ear. “i think we should switch things up for the finale.”

“finale?” you rasped, your voice hoarse and barely audible, every muscle in your body trembling from the sheer exertion.

“yeeaah, finale,” fem gojo purred, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your thighs as she glanced up at her male counterpart, who raised a curious brow. “we’ve been so focused on her. don’t you think it’s time she gives you some love, hmm?”

gojo smirked, catching on immediately. “oh? you’re suggesting somethin'?”

“just an idea,” she said with a shrug, though her grin was positively wicked. “how about she thanks you properly? y’know, with her mouth.”

your head snapped up weakly, eyes wide. “wait —”

“shhhh, sweetheart,” fem gojo cooed, pressing a finger to your lips. “’s only fair, don’t cha think? he’s worked so hard.”

“exactly,” gojo chimed in, already moving to position himself over you, his knees framing your chest as he settled on the bed. “you should thank me.”

before you could protest — or muster the energy to protest — you felt fem gojo’s hands on your thighs, spreading them apart with ease.

“and while you’re doing that,” she murmured, her breath warm against your inner thighs as she lowered herself between them, “i’ll take care of this pretty little cunt. sound good?”

you didn’t even have the chance to respond before her tongue was on you, dragging a loong, languid stripe up your soaked folds that made your back arch off the bed.

“shit,” you gasped, your hands clutching at the pillows beneath your head as your boyfriend smirked down at you.

“open up, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and commanding as he cupped your jaw, guiding you to take him into your mouth.

you whimpered, your lips parting obediently as he slid inside, the weight of him on your tongue making your eyes flutter shut.

“thaaat’s it,” he praised, his voice strained as he began to move, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate motions. “such a good girl f'me.”

beneath him, fem gojo was working you over with the precision of someone who knew exactly what they were doing. her tongue flicked against your clit, her lips wrapping around it to suck softly before diving back down, licking and lapping at you like a woman starved.

“god, you taste so good,” she mumbled, her voice muffled against your folds as she gripped your thighs tighter, holding you in place. “i could do this all day.”

your muffled moans vibrated around your boyfriend’s cock, making him groan as he tangled his fingers in your hair.

“fuck,” he hissed, his head falling back as his movements quickened. “you’re gonna make me lose it, baby.”

the combination of sensations — the weight of your boyfriend in your mouth, the relentless pace of fem gojo’s tongue — was overwhelming, pushing you closer and closer to the edge once again.

“don’t pass out on us now,” fem gojo teased, her voice laced with amusement as she felt you clench around nothing, your body trembling violently. “you’ve got one more in you, don’tcha, sweetheart?”

you weren’t sure how you’d survive this, but as your boyfriend’s groans grew louder and fem gojo’s ministrations became even more fervent, you realized there was no escaping it.

you were completely at their mercy, and god, you weren’t sure if you’d ever recover.

the room was chaos, pure and utter chaos. the obscene mix of sounds — gojo’s low groans, your muffled gags, and fem gojo’s pleased hums — was almost too much for your fried brain to process.

you thought you were doing pretty well, honestly. your boyfriend’s usual sarcasm and taunting remarks had been steadily replaced by breathy curses and groans of approval.

“fuck, baby,” he muttered, his hand in your hair guiding you at a steady pace. “you’re so damn good at this — shit, look at you, taking me so well —”

you felt a flicker of pride at that, the kind that came with knowing you were completely wrecking him. but fem gojo? oh, she had other plans.

“aww, don’t forget 'bout me,” she chimed, her voice dripping with amusement as she leaned down, her breath warm against your oversensitive core. “can’t have you hogging all the fun, can we?”

before you could even process her words, her hand came down, a sharp slap! landing square on your clit.

the jolt of pleasure-pain tore a strangled sound from your throat — a sound that unfortunately turned into a gag as your body jerked in surprise, taking your boyfriend deeper than you ever had before.

“holy shit,” gojo choked out, his hips snapping forward instinctively as your throat spasmed around him. “fuck fuck fuck — wait! —”

too late. the sudden sensation was too much for him to handle, and with a low, guttural groan, he came, hot and thick down your throat.

“good — hah — girl,” he panted, his grip on your hair tightening as he rode out his high, his chest heaving. “goddamn — you’re perfect.”

but you barely had time to process his words before your body betrayed you again. fem gojo had taken full advantage of your momentary distraction, her tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring you right to the edge — and then push you right over it.

“there it is,” she cooed as your thighs tensed around her head, her tongue still lapping at you eagerly. “god, you’re so pretty when you lose it.”

and lose it, you did. with a loud cry muffled by the aftermath of your boyfriend’s climax, you came, harder than you ever had before. the intense wave of pleasure ripped through you, your slick gushing out in a way that left both you and fem gojo absolutely stunned.

“well, well,” fem gojo murmured, pulling back just enough to wipe her soaked face with the back of her hand, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. “looks like we’re even now, huh?”

gojo’s dazed expression quickly turned smug as he caught his breath, his hand still tangled in your hair. “a squirt for a squirt?” he quipped, his grin sharp as he looked between the two of you. “not bad, sweetheart. i’m almost impressed.”

you groaned, your face burning as you buried it in the nearest pillow, both mortified and completely spent.

“aw, don’t get shy now,” fem gojo teased, leaning down to press a kiss to your thigh. “you did so well. maybe next time, i’ll let you return the favor properly.”

“next time?” you croaked, your voice hoarse and barely above a whisper.

“of course,” she said with a wink, already sitting up and stretching like she hadn’t just been part of the most insane night of your life. “you don’t think this is a one-time thing, do you?”

gojo groaned, flopping onto the bed beside you with a lazy grin. “oh, definitely not,” he said, brushing a hand through his hair. “you’re stuck with both of us now, babe.”

and judging by the way they both looked at you — smug, teasing, and entirely too pleased with themselves — you knew you were in for a long ride.

you were done.

like, stick-a-fork-in-you done.

lying there in a dazed mess of tangled sheets and sore limbs, your legs were trembling so hard you swore you could start a minor earthquake. you didn’t even have the strength to bat an eye as male gojo leaned over you, brushing away the strands of hair plastered to your forehead with an almost uncharacteristic tenderness.

“baby, you good?” he asked, a rare note of genuine concern lacing his voice.

“does she look good to you?” fem gojo cut in, lounging nearby with a towel draped over her shoulder. she reached for your pussy tentatively, only for you to weakly swat her hand away.

“don’t you dare.” your voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, but it still made her chuckle.

“relax, i’m just kidding!… mostly,” she added with a wink, settling back as male gojo shot her a glare.

“she’s off-limits right now,” he said firmly, tossing a bottle of water onto the bed. “here, drink. if she passes out, it’s your fault.”

you groaned, rolling your eyes but still accepting the water with shaky hands. “like it’s just her fault,” you mumbled, earning a sheepish grin from him.

“you’re right, babe,” he admitted, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “but, c’mon. twelve orgasms? i mean, that’s a record, right? a feat of human engineering, honestly.”

fem gojo scoffed, sitting up to stretch. “please, if i wasn’t here, she wouldn’t have made it past six. you’re welcome, by the way.”

“you’re welcome for the stamina training i gave her,” he shot back, sticking out his tongue.

“both of you, shut up,” you groaned, dragging the towel over your face. “my entire body feels like jelly, and if one of you so much as breathes near me, i’m out the window.”

“she’s spicy when she’s exhausted,” fem gojo murmured with a smirk, tossing her head back dramatically. “fine, fine. i’ll behave.”

for now.

male gojo wrapped an arm around your waist, gently pulling you against his chest as fem gojo slid in on your other side. “we’ll take care of you,” he murmured softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“mmm,” was all you could muster, melting into his warmth despite yourself.

“you’re amazing, y’know that?” fem gojo whispered, brushing a hand over your hair. “an absolute goddess. we’re lucky to have you.”

you snorted weakly. “oh, now you’re sweet.”

“only ‘cause you look like you’ve been through a war,” she teased.

male gojo tightened his hold on you, his voice softening. “but seriously, babe. if we went too far —”

“you think?” you interrupted, cracking open one eye to glare at him.

“okay, fair. but we’ll make it up to you. promise.”

fem gojo hummed in agreement, already grabbing a nearby lotion bottle. “massages, snacks, cuddles. whatever you need.”

and for once, they actually seemed serious. no teasing, no ulterior motives — just two ridiculously hot versions of your boyfriend determined to take care of you.

maybe having both of them wasn’t so bad… as long as you kept fem gojo’s hands away from certain places.

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ᝰ.ᐟ 🦢 — K.MG ; ! honey moon dream

nsfw is included ! minors do not interact 18+. [ smut,fluff ] ꩜ | requested but couldn’t find the req.

“ the morning after you & your new husbands flight to the santorini islands, you must say you’re excited for your new life with him but not as much as having intimate time with him ”

waking up to a naked mingyu was the best thing you could ask for, his big built muscular back just adds up to your obsession with him.

after staring for a good minute, thinking about things you shouldn’t have but hey you’re on your honeymoon right? having… well interesting thoughts is apart of it but the bigger part is doing those thoughts, you knew you were will have some intimate time as you’d like to call it.

“mingyu darling wake up“ you spoke, breaking out of your thoughts, trying to wake up your lover who is one heck of a heavy sleeper, after some attempts of waking him up he finally opened his eyes , groaning, voice groggily as he replied “mm what time is it“ rubbing his eyes “9 am, love” you kissed his cheek.

“It’s too early, let’s just stay in bed baby” you said to him as he pulled you over to sit on his lap.

your babydoll white nightgown which was quite short in mingyu’s eyes, hunched up as you were sitting on top of him, & the white paired stockings did him no good either.

leaning for a kiss, mingyu quickly deepened it. you let out a soft sigh, loving his pretty lips on yours, suddenly he cut the kiss shortly which caused you to give mingyu a whiny why, “doll as much as i want to continue this, we have a reservation at a yacht today didn’t you know?” ah yes with many of your lovers perks, he was rich, filthy rich. hell you two came here from the classiest airlines & first class seats of course.

“ugh fine” you rolled your eyes getting off him, “lose the attitude, sweet wife” he told.

fuck.. that was so hot of him you thought as you walked to the bathroom doing your daily beauty routine & taking a quick shower.

walking out of the soothing shower, you dried your hair out, while mingyu took your place for showering, you eventually went out & got ready for the luxurious boat ride you guys will be staying in for about two days you remember him saying.

packing up clothes for the little trip, you packed essentials, you wore the star of the show was your little bikini, the color was a beige but with a very little color of pink. It was basically a thong for the bottom part & for the top part it had a string the could be taken off easily if you pulled it.

after being done with packing you wore a cute see through thin strap-yellow with a flower print dress it had on it, it was so light with sheer fabric that you could see your bikini bottom showing.

you looked & felt absolutely gorgeous it complemented your skin so much, & trust mingyu loved it more when he saw it on you he stopped for a moment to take a good look, speechless was an understatement for him.

“earth to mingyu???” you smiled waving your hand infront of his face, the wedding ring on it snapped him out to reality, he still couldn’t believe he wifed you up.

“m’sorry baby couldn’t resist you just look so gorgeous” he grabbed your hand & kissed the big diamond ring that was adorned by your finger “shall we mrs.kim?” he looked at you “we shall mr.kim” you giggled, holding his hand while he showed you the way out.

the car ride to the to the beach decks of the yacht waiting for you was absolutely ethereal you couldn’t even believe it was real, the blue & white decorated living units & shops you passed through, the blue beaches you could see it was perfect, this was perfect, the life you have right now made up everything you’ve been through, as long as you had mingyu.

finally after what seemed an hour you’ve arrived to your destination.

seeing the staff waiting for you on the boat, they welcomed you gifting yours & mingyus heads with a flower crowns, the pretty flowers had a coloration range from yellow to pink to white, it matched with your choice of clothing so well.

sounds splitters & splatters across the pool that was caused by your beloved husband, while you sat on the beach chair laying down on your stomach, reading a magazine or book.

“cmon baby join me!” you heard him yell, “no I’m fine like this” turning your head & looking up at him then smiling but it quickly faded when he decided to splash some water on you “you idiot!” you screamed “oops sorry baby it was by accident” he smiled, he by 100% mean it. “just shut up let me relax” you shushed him.

you wanted to feel comfortable even more you took off your dress with it came off the top of your bikini, I mean hey it is your yacht technically, your boobs out in all its glory, it almost immediately caught your husband’s attention “what the fuck do you think your doing?” he said clearly not mused by your tricks, coming out of the pool & grabbing the towel to cover you up “what I only wanted to get comfortable gyu” you tilted your head batting your eye-lashes “yeah but I don’t want the staff ogling your tits” he spat “fine fine m’sorry gyu” you snaked your hands around his clearly wet neck “god your lucky I love you” you chuckled.

after the pool you both took a shower, then you wore a simple black panty with a matching long sleeve, I mean it was your normal sleep-wear, you were thirsty though, you went to of course get some refreshing water to cool your throat, greeting a staff, you swore he looked at your ass but you shrugged it off not caring until.. you head a slight raised voice by none other than mingyu “y/n!”.

your turned your head meeting an angry mingyu “we need to talk in private” he grit his teeth, fake smiling to the staff the was joining you in the kitchen, dragging you to the master -room you’d sleep in.

“you know first I forgave you but walking out with your ass out to everyone see really y/n?”he held your waist pulling you closer, you began to be nervous but you’d still hold your ground ”I didn’t know he’d be here mingyu!” you told truthfully but fully liking mingyu’s mini rage fest “really cause the yacht seems to be full of staff” he continued, you were weak to him when he was like this you had to apologize “fine! m’sorry okay I just didn’t think about it I was thirsty” you mumbled but he sure did catch what you said “oh doll, when I’m done with you won’t be able to think” moving his veiny hands to your back stroking it, then moving to your butt & squeezing it.

you jumped a little bit, not gonna lie when he said that, you panties were soiled by the wetness it hit it with, “gyu, please don’t tease I’ve wanted you all day” you pouted “awh trust me, you’ll get what you want & more” with ease he ripped the fabric that once was covering your private part, the air hit your wet cunt making you sigh, he tapped on your thighs signaling you to jump & put your legs around his waist.

he moved to bed quickly, letting the duvet hit your back when he placed you, he hovered over you, admiring your face then smiling, but it wasn’t just a normal smile it was a you’re fucked smile “how ‘bout you give me your ass f’me baby” you responded with a nod then following what he said, you got on all fours.

he stopped for a second, making you whine.

then a spank came landing on one of your cheeks but not just with his hand with a belt.

a whole fuckin belt.

“how much should I give you, baby? have you been a good little pup for me?” he spoke out saying ‘pup’ he only called you that when the both of you are alone, fucking obviously.

you thought for a bout a second “you know I like it when I get my answer, you’ve already got me on a bad temper baby, wouldn’t wanna push it even more mh?” spank ! another hit landed on the flesh of your bottom as you moaned.

“whatever you’d like min” you answered. slightly peeking to see his face, he was amused by your answer “good choice doll”.

ten. ten in total he gave you after he was done he stopped to admire the work he’s done your abused ass painted with a series of purple & red colors then looking down at the arousal spewing from your pussy till dripping down your thighs. “you know you should walk out with panties again but now they’ll see who gets to fuck this ass.” he chuckled.

“how bad do you want my cock in you pup?” “s-so bad min, you don’t even know how I just need it s’bad, need you filling me up with your b-babies !!” you begged tears flowing from him spanking you till now you begging him to fuck you stupid.

“god haven’t I god such a dirty mouthed pup?” he pulled your hair roughly then lined his huge member to your pink little hole “guess I have to fuck you dumb, to get those bad little words out of you.” he then thrusted in you with no hesitation, you moaned out his name loudly, as he thrusted more in you, the ah’s & curses coming out of both of you, he looked down to see your ass shaking to when he thrusts in you fuck he loved seeing that, knowing his pretty little wife is all his, he moaned & went harder

skin slapping was heard filling the room, you were feeling amazing, finally you’ve been waiting all day to fucked by your husband & him being jealous by the staff member just made you crazy, you loved how he was protective of you, you also loved how he isn’t afraid to show the dumb of a man he’d like to call by making you scream his name while his dick was abusing your hole.

“f-fuck my pretty little wife taking me up so well?? s-shit can’t wait f’him to hear how my dump pup is getting all loud f’me hm?” he said as his two fingers went to roughly rub on your puffed up clit.

you felt a knot tying through your tummy, a sign that you’re really close “hmph g-gyu so close!” you moaned loudly as the orgasm rushed through your body, spilling all over your thighs, once you were done cumming he pulled out of you “my pretty pup you did so good” he praised you as you smiled “but think you could do one thing f’me?” you tilted your head before you could speak he put his legs between your stomach hovering over it.

squeezing your breasts he put his cock between them then moaned a fuck!.

he thrusted in & out of your tits, pretty pink little tip peeping out & hitting your chin. “god those tits were made f’me hm!” fuck he loved fucking your tits even before you married he always came on them loving the feeling when your two boobs squeezed his cock to a perfect level, that he could sit like this for hours, he loved seeing your fucked out face, knowing you’d be 100x aroused when he’s doing so.

he sped as he caught up on his orgasm then cum was all over your tits.

“shit you look so pretty like this.” he commented “o-only for you min” you said panting, “let’s go get cleaned up” he picked you up bridal style, funny how you were a bride two weeks ago.

at the end you two did not get washed.

instead you guys fucked for a couple of rounds till his & your cum was mixed & getting out of your swollen cunt.

! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ thank you for reading >ᴗ< !! hope you like this anon !!

[aly4khq]

⋆༺ - can't handle it? - ༻⋆

- ʀᴀꜰᴀʏᴇʟ -

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warnings!: degrading (whore, slut), slight fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap ur willy before it gets silly), rough doggy <3

word count!: 493.

your body felt numb; destroyed. for the total hours you've been folded, bent, twisted in ways you haven't been before. but an artist's piece always has to be touched to be seen, doesn't it?

"stop moving." rafayel's voice boomed in your ears, demanding you to stay still. his hand grabbed at your flesh, spreading your cheeks open to see his cock ramming into your tight pussy. the ache so painful yet pleasurable, the feeling making you cry out for something to grab, something to hold.

his thrusts were ruthless, pounding against your body. his hands gripping your hips so harshly, you're sure that you'll have bruises the next couple of days. weeks, even.

your body was slowly falling down into a deeper arch, giving rafayel better chances of hitting your g-spot, hard and rough thrusts. his hands forcefully grasping your ass, bounced you back to have contact with his own pelvis. the sounds filling you with satisfaction.

"mhm- rafa!- augh...!"

gosh you sounded pathetic to your own ears. the amount of noises leaving your mouth was ridiculous. your hands wandering around for support, ending up with them getting caught in the soiled sheets below. you let out an exhausted cry, looking back at your boyfriend destroying your insides.

his hands caressing your back down to your neck, pushing your head into the bed's embrace. a deep chuckled came from his chest, his pace not stopping for a break. he knew you were about to cum, he could tell with the amount of squirming you were doing.

"you love this dick...hm? can't get enough?" after every word following another deep thrust, your body pushing you to your limit. but rafayel wasn't happy. you were met with a sharp thrust, somehow deeper than the others. his pace continued. "i asked you a question, whore."

in a matter of seconds, you were moaning, bitting your lip as you responded with slurs of words.

"y-yes! oh my goshhhh rafa!- i love it so much!-"

before you could finished, you felt the coil in your stomach burst, cum flooding out of your tight hole onto rafayel's dick. surrounding his lower stomach and your thighs as well. you could barely hear his chuckle. soon enough, you were met with more being stuffed inside of you.

"...oh my go- ahh! rafa-yel?!-" you gasped, shocked at the amount of pleasure.

he was slowly fingering the overflowing liquid back into your pussy, making sure to push it in so it doesn't come out again. you squealed as he lands soft, rewarding slaps to your cheek so you don't fall asleep, chuckling.

suddenly, you felt him slowly pull out then shove himself back inside, throwing you forward a little. a loud gasp escaping your mouth as you grasped a pillow in front of you. your hand reaching back to stop his relentless thrusts. his big hands grasping both of yours behind your back.

"rafayel!- please!! i...it's too much-"

"what, baby? can't handle it?"

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do not steal any of my works even tho they are trash!

date made: 17-21/4/24

[thelittleliars]

Love Forever? | Pt. 2

Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader Yelena Belova x fem!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: cursing, yelling

Words: 2.1K

AN: This one has more interactions with Yelena than Natasha but it's all a huge part for the full story! Also the 3rd part is going to take at least 1-2 weeks since I'll be traveling to Budapest in the next couple of days! Gonna visit all the Black Widow filming locations there 🔥

Part 1 , Part 3

"Cyka" Yelena cursed in russian before she cursed you in english again. "You bitch! Why would you travel to Russia without me?" She shook her head in disappointment, you saw a grin on her lips tho when she turned her head to the side to see who walked in. You didn't see who it was since you were on FaceTime with her and only she was in the frame. "Who is in Russia?" You heard her voice in the background asking Yelena.

"Your ex-wife." Ex-wife, it was still something that pained you but the separation did you good. Your anxiety with all the worrying whenever Natasha went on a mission was gone now. You felt more at peace thanks to the break up. "Anyways, have you visit mama and papa yet? Last time I heard they were going insane to see you again. Apparently they can't wait to spoil you rotten with russian culture and stories of us as kids ugh."

"Don't forget about the baby pictures they're gonna show her." Nat reminded Yelena who's expression looked a mix of embarrassment and panic. "Yours gonna be there too Natalia. Can't wait for Y/N to see your awful blue hair phase."

You saw a shadow coming closer to the blonde widow, then a hand came into view hitting the back of her head. "You little bitch! Next time I'm there I'll burn all of them."

"Let's just burn the whole place down yeah?" A gasp escaped your mouth, even though you knew she was kidding it was something she'd really do. "Yel NO! Also Nat please don't burn any of them." You said sadly. "I wish I had at least a single photo of myself as a child. Hell I don't even know where I'm from, apart from being held by hydra for half my life."

"Guess we're all in the same boat. None of us knows where exactly we come from. Oh oh we can be the lost daughters buddies." The younger sister screamed out in pain after her older sister slapped the back of her head once again. "Try sheering her up instead of ruining the mood with some sad shit from our past."

Suddenly your screen went black, you were about yo look at your wifi to see if the connection was lost but before that could even happen you heard a chair screeching. "What gave you the right to give me that fucking advice huh? How about you stay out of my business with her since you were the one who destroyed your relationship." Yelena was mad, no she was furious with her sister, that's why you weren't surprised that she hung up on you. This was a great time to start driving towards your (ex) parents in law.

You took your bags, threw them into the car you rented, then jumping into the drivers seat and made your way towards Melina's and Alexei's little farm outside of Saint Petersburg. Not long after, you arrived your destination, Melina and Alexei both stood outside already as if they were expecting you. You did not call or text them since it was supposed to be a surprise.

"Ahh finally, my daughter is home again." Alexei walked to you and immediately his arms around your body, squeezing you to death. "I need to breath big guy." He let you go but still smiled at you happily. "Come on inside. I'll show you your room. We decorated a bit, hope you'll like it."

The decoration he was talking about were only new curtains and a stuffed penguin animal. You appreciated their effort.

Later that day when you were outside feeding the pigs, you heard and saw a Quinjet coming. Of course Yelena had the nerve taking a jet and flying to russia. But she wasn't alone. Natasha also tagged along. You gulped at the sight of her standing there in casual clothes. It was actually your first time seeing her in six months. The last time was after the divorce all those months ago. Alexei of course was the happiest, now that all his daughters were home. Melina was happy to see them too but she was more worried about you. At times she was more protective over you than Yelena and even though it was heartwarming, it pained you too. She was like a mother figure that you never had. The longing and grieving of a life you could have had nearly destroyed you whenever you think deeply about it.

"Natasha I need a little help in the kitchen." Was all she said before going inside and the red head trailing after her like a good god. Yelena and dad catched up on stuff while you sat down on a bench near the front door that had a great view on the animals. You had no clue how much time had gone by until your friend and sister sat down next to you. "What is on your mind Y/N Y/L/N?" She tried to get you talking by saying your whole name as teasing but you were starting to feel numb so nothing would bother you anyways.

"As you'd say my ex wife." Seeing her after all this time stirred up a lot of thoughts in you. "What about her precisely?"

You sighed quietly. "I don't know. I guess it's just us in general and how we ended up here." It wasn't a lie but also not the whole truth either. You didn't want to talk in details since you knew it would get you in a vulnerable state. "She was a bitch for demanding that divorce.."

Out of reflex you started to defend your ex. "She got trigged Yel-" "No. Don't. Don't you dare make excuses for her." Yelena cut you off fast. She hated you for defending Natasha in this situation when you deserved so much better.

"It's just the truth. Plus I'm not as innocent in this situation as you think I am." You could have fought more for your wife but instead you signed the divorce papers quick. Probably because of the things that happened before the accident. "Natasha and I had a pretty nasty fight right before she got called on a mission and got her head injury." You paused for a minute. "If I'm being honest.. our marriage was falling apart anyways."

Yelena gaped at you. "I don't understand Natasha always talked so highly of you." You wished that was true, you wished all the good she found in you was actually good.

"I told you this was going to happen!" You yell at her, feeling angry and betrayed that she didn't listen to you. "And yet you ignored me and continue doing it anyways." Natasha hates herself for not listening to you but she'd never admit that out loud. Instead she blames you for everything, she knows it is wrong but it's difficult for her being truthful and vulnerable right now. "This wouldn't have happened if you were more open to the idea of being more affectioned in public. Maybe then he'd have known that I'm not single!"

"He kissed you. Because you kept flirting with him to get what you want.. you're an avenger for gods sake! You can get anything you want just by asking Tony or any of us." You stop yourself from getting even more louder. A deep breath and a few seconds is all you need to be more calm. "You know what? Maybe they all were right when they said you are a monster. Because right now, that's all I see."

The fight didn't leave your mind, it stayed and harassed you daily on repeat. You knew you guys covered up a lot of your problems. A marriage is a piece of work and you guessed you both weren't just ready for that huge marriage step. "Would you ever take her back?" She asked you softly. You were looking so hard for the right words to say but you fell flat. "I'm not in love with her anymore so I don't know." Though you didn't know for sure you constantly told yourself you'rw not in love anymore. If that was the truth then why did you panic when a knock came from the door frame? Why did your heart beat faster when you saw it was Natasha who knocked?

"Dinner is ready." Her voice was quiet but still so damn soft. While you stood up and walked towards the front foor, Yelena's gaze lingered on you for a while before she rushed after you into the house. At dinner you all fell into a comfortable conversation. It felt very awkward at first especially since you were convinced that your ex-lover overheard what you told Yelena. You were also anxious but it got better once Alexei started talking about his new tattoo shop. He had opened it two months ago and was fully booked out already. You were happy for him, tattoos were something what he was extremly good at so the demand was so deserved. After dinner was over you all three went to the bedrooms which you all had to share.

The next morning you wondered why 'dad' was still here. He explained that there was a new girl who worked at his tattoo shop, helping him out for all the appointments. Then he joked about how he'd set any of you three up with her. The blonde daughter just snorted, not wanting anything to do with romance, but he was too excited for an introduction to notice Yelena's obvious disinterest. Maybe he did notice since he showed a photo of her only to Natasha and you. And that was when something struck in you, you didn’t know how or why but you had to see the girl personally. You asked him where his shop was located and after giving you directions you stood up, turned to Yelena asking her to drive you there. Natasha felt irritated at how fast you wanted to see that new girl.

As soon as your eyes met hers, everything around you stopped, you felt a pull to her, a magical pull that you couldn't control. Your arms came around each other and somehow nothing on the world made more sense than this moment.

"Voi herranjumala." (Oh my god.) She said something in a language you thought you knew yet you didn't understood a thing. You pulled away, still standing close to her, she then put your face in between her hands. "Kaipaan sinua, kaksos Y/N." (I missed you, twin Y/N)

"Please don't tell me this is some long lost love reunion." Yelena groaned in misery. You looked at her cluelessly, hoping she'd also pick up your silent plead to help you out in this situation. "Don't look at me! You were the one who rushed me here and hugged her like no there's no tomorrow."

The girl next to you cleared her throat before speaking up, this time finally in a language you all could understand. "Ohh right.. I'm sorry I forgot you don't understand Finnish anymore." Anymore?? What the hell did that mean? "We don't have much time, I'll explain everything later. Twin Y/N do tell me, have you found your one and only?"

You blinked at her. "My what?" She cursed in Finnish, huffing and what seemed beating herself up about something. "Your, what humans would call here, Soulmate." You didn't question her 'what humans' and just shook your head. "I thought I did but no."

"Tell me, what happened?" Her gaze turned extremly intense, you started to feel uncomfortable. "Well we started to fight at one point and then she got a head injury and et voila we were divorced."

Yelena had enough of this conversation, the pulled you backwards and stood in front of you, giving the other girl a death stare. "Whatever you're doing to Y/N has to stop right now or otherwise I'll beat you up." You knew she was dead serious about it, your sister in law was super protective over you. "I'm not doing anything, it's all her doing. We do have to stop talking so slowly, we need to hurry."

"Why hurry? I don't understand?" She visibly got more restless which stresses you out. "You're out of time soon. We have to find your soulmate now." You shock your head at the lady and her crazy words. "I'm sorry this has to be done." And with one finger snap, both of you were gone.

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[vctrvn-ls]

The Spider

Imagine cancelling plans because you and AJ are both scared of the spider in the bathroom and can’t go in to get ready.

It was an unusually sunny day in London.

It was the perfect weather for you to wear that lovely sundress you'd bought at your and Aj's trip to the country for one of his videos.

Today you were invited to a triple date with Kenny, Niko and their girlfriends who you were very good friends with, Marly and Sophie.

You were excited…more for the perfect-dress weather than the actual date, but nevertheless you still wanted you and AJ to get out of the house.

You laid out your dress on the bed, admiring it for a second before heading to the bathroom to start doing your makeup.

In the kitchen, AJ was busy eating watermelon while watching the news, as a joke...well kind of.

In the kitchen, AJ was busy eating watermelon while watching the news, as a joke...well kind of.

After moving in together you realized the apartment tv was just a normal tv. It just showed regular channels without being able to connect to Netflix, YouTube or whatever else.

Of course he ordered another one, there was no way he'd be able to live with BBC 1, BBC 2, BBC 3, BBC4 and however many other BBC's he had counted while flicking through the catalogue.

"So many BBC's." He told you "Oh look another one." He'd point to himself and laugh, earning and eye roll and a chuckle from you.

So, you were in the bathroom, focusing on your eyeliner. Squinting with your mouth open and tongue out in concentration.

Suddenly you saw something move with the corner of your eye. You finished the tail of your wings and blinked, before turning your head around and seeing the biggest long-legged...

Meanwhile AJ was fully hooked into the news reporter who was talking about a a big car crash that resulted in a car flying off a bridge in the suburbs.

"Holy shit." He furrowed his eyebrows, chewing. The descriptions of the scene were intense and very detailed. AJ was barely blinking from how fully into it he was.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

AJ slipped off his chair, landing right onto his butt, coughing and spitting out the watermelon seed he just inhaled.

You ran into the kitchen, one eye with makeup, the other completely bare.

"What the fuck?" AJ raised his eyebrows as he stood up.

"There's a spider in the bathroom."

"Why you yellin like that?" He huffed, putting his fork on the table.

"Why am I yel-" you cut your own words with a scoff "Go get it then." You pointed to the bedroom.

He rolled his eyes "I will go and get it." He grabbed his slipper and stomped to the bathroom.

You were so scared you didn't even want to go back until it was definitely dead.

You impatiently waited for AJ, chewing on a piece of watermelon that you stole off of his plate.

"FUUUUUCCKKKK!"

This time you were coughing up watermelon, while AJ speed bolted out of your room, shutting the door behind him.

"Did you get it?" You raised your eyebrows, leaning to panting AJ.

"What the hell do you think?"

"Yes?" You asked hopefully.

"NO! THAT THING IS MASSIVE!"

"Told you."

"You didn’t tell me!"

"Well go back and get it then genius!"

"YOU SAW IT FIRST!"

"You're the man!"

There was a small pause before the two of you cracked up, laughing at eachother.

"I-it's just like the meme," you wheezed.

"That's what I thought of too." AJ snorted.

"No but seriously go fucking get it, Aje." You cleared your throat, now being dead serious.

"There is no way I'm going back in."

"You have to."

"Says who?"

"Don't you love me?" You pouted.

"I do, but I'd rather live than get eaten by that thing. It's like twice my size!"

You chuckle "AJ."

"What?" He grins.

"I can't get ready if that thing is in there."

"Well there's nothing I can do about it."

"AJ go and kill it." You whine "Please."

"I'm sorry I literally can't. I swear I can’t. "

"You just gotta slap it." You begged.

"Then you go do it."

You shake your head. "You've filmed with things that were way worse." You pointed out.

"There's no way I'm going back there."

"What the hell am I supposed to do?" You pointed to your bare eye.

AJ shrugs.

You frown.

"...You know we could stay in and watch some Netflix." He said in a suggestive tone.

"Look at our tv."

"Well laptops exist you know."

You sigh.

"I can call Niko to come get it after they've had lunch."

You nod.

"So much for the perfect dress-weather."

[west-tokyo-incidents]

A soft click and the steady beat of music rose in Click's ears. She pushed open the door and walked in to the small entry room, a large Gauge instance standing there, still as a statue. He was scanning her and Monarch as they walked in.

"Ignore him, Monnie, he's one of the bouncers." She waved dismissively at the annoyed expression the fusion gave her, "Gotta make sure our emotions are in check." She pulled her key out of the door and stuck it back in her pocket as she closed the outer door, "Can't have another Bloodline happening."

She checked her make-up in the mirror there before the Gauge moved and let them through the inner door. She thanked him and gave a little wiggle of her fingers in a wave at him as the pair entered the main club. The music was even louder through here, thudding in their ribcages.

"Ooooh, Ray must be randy tonight." She giggled as she listened to the lyrics and bumped her hips against Monarch's, "Maybe we'll get that stick outta your ass for a night, ah?"

"Oh, fuck off." Monarch laughed, "I'm not that big of an ass."

"You kinda are, doll. C'mon, let's get you a drink."

Click moved across to the main bar and hopped up on a stool, "Is Kvas not working tonight?" She pouted as she saw the four-armed Jealousy instance, Mirror, on their side of the bar. The arachne douji chittered out a laugh, "On break, and she's waiting tables today."

Monarch laughed at the look on Click's face lighting up at that.

Two arms crossed on the bar and the other two propped up their head as Mirror leaned on the bar, "Who's this, Click?"

"Friend of mine, Monarch. He's part of the Medical crew." Click's eyes darted away quickly, "Monarch, this is Mirror, one of the bartenders here."

One of four eyebrows raised.

"...He's the medic for Black Mamba, but he's not a problem, I promise." She huffed at them.

Monarch noticed the change in the Jealousy's expression, giving him a side-eye before they stood up again, "Well, I won't say it's a pleasure, but I'm not opposed to meeting more friends of Click's." They nod at him with a tight smile, "What can I get you?"

They both order, Click getting her usual and Monarch getting a simple rum and coke.

"What's that about?" Monarch mumbled as Mirror left them to go attend another person on the bar.

"Bloodline left a nasty reputation for Elims here. All staff members have a list of Elim team codenames, so they know Black Mamba is an elimination team. S'why I tried to introduce you as a medic. Fuckin' course it had to be Mirror at the bar. Rattin' me out." She mumbled into her drink, "Don't let it ruin anything, okay? The fun is in the people and the music, a'ight?"

Monarch rolled his eyes, but nodded, taking a drink in lieu of responding. Mirror is talking to the other bartender, a tall Slow/Paresse fusion with a faded smile and content, half-lidded eyes. His antlers curve around his hear like a crown and he just shrugs at whatever Mirror tells him, glancing over to Monarch and flashing a smile as their eyes accidentally meet.

Monarch huffs quietly and snatches his eyes away, looking towards the stage, where Ray is bouncing along to the song playing, two dancers on stage as well, one occupied with someone talking to them, likely saying some rather wild shit according to the poor girl's face and Ray paying close attention to whatever is going on. Monarch doesn't even notice when the other bartender comes over, "Hey, lovelies. Mirror's going on break, since Kvas' back and we ain't that busy, so I'll--"

"Kvas' back?" Click perks up like a dog hearing the word 'walk' and Monarch snorts into his drink. He gets a glare for it, but just smirks in response to it. The bartender just laughs good naturedly at being interrupted, but nods his head towards a cute girl with tinted glasses and space buns at a table on the far side of the club.

"Yeah, she's waiting the east booths, one of the tables is open if you wanna go over there."

"Of course she's a Kia." Monarch jabs Click's side with a nail, making her yelp and smack at him, "Go on, turtledove. I'll be alright."

"Just don't antagonize anyone. Remember what I said about you being part of Black Mamba. Best behavior, okay, Monnie?" She hops off the stool and points a finger at him. He rolls his eyes, but nods.

She runs off, leaving the hawkmoth douji behind with... Monarch looks at the bartender, "I didn't catch your name?"

He smiles at Monarch, "They call me Bambi here."

[beardedhandstoadshark]

what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?

Hi! This got long. Sorry :(

Local history geek Violet finds both art and science fascinating, especially in terms of their development and how their existence in turn shaped the world.(aka history). Though art is a bit complicated as on one hand, it’s a way to show feelings you can’t say out loud (smth she’s very familiar with) but on the other also grew up right in the middle of the elitism, snobbery, power displays etc that often comes with it, seeing the worst parts it can stand for up close.

Red’s the type of person to stand in a museum and say "I can make that too“ in front of every single work, and doesn’t show much interest for science either. She gets why others care, but just can’t bring up the energy herself (at least not on a deep level.) Mostly just interested in the practical aspects of it. Music is the big outlier here though. (…and not just because "why do I hear boss music“ is a real thing that happens for her since the Big Adventure™️ 4 years ago and comes in real handy for dodging dangerous situations.)

Postman currently still nicknamed Yel short for Yellow wouldn’t say he cares about science at all, before then going on a 20 minute tangent about the interplay of wildlife in the ecosystem they’re currently in based on plants and trek routes of animals, followed by pointing out the ecological aspects leading to certain evolutionary lines in creatures, and why all of that is the most important thing in the world. Sorry dude but Biology is science too. Considers cooking/baking an art form because love is stored in the food made for people you care about. And loves cooking/baking. It is SO important to him.

Mage cannot outrun their past…and that includes being a total nerd. Science is the key to the secrets of the world! How else is he supposed to satiate his hunger for knowledge? Besides, the more you know, the more you can gain through it. Very important for their merchant job. Plus, Biology and Chemistry are kinda needed if he’s gonna make potions himself, let alone with quality consistent enough to sell em. They have often turned out to be life saviors. And then there’s the physics aspect of Light (or in his case Dark) Magic. As for art, he‘s actually a very artistic person, but would never consider anything he made/did as art. No matter how obvious it is he lets glimpses of his true self slip though casting the magic. For all he cares, the only good art is expensive art that sells well. (Besides, art was always Rhymes‘ thing, after all.)

And then Deniz puts more personal value on science, but he’s also the type of person to see art in almost anything. Drawings? Art. Music? Art. Theater? Art. The ocean? Of course art, just look at it. Science? Jokes on you, science and art have always been one and the same to begin with. What is music but sound waves, what is the ocean but molecules put in motion by the force of accelerated masses; what is the reflection of light on a surface but a photo of a happiest moment, what is science but the art painted by the universe. Art is science and science is art and they both make up this confusing and impossible thing called life.

[impossible-rat-babies]

👌 Yel's sending this right back to Darva because her crush knows no bounds

AHHH They Both Got Big Crushes All Around :D Honestly the thing would be getting Darva to be like.....“Okay we can be together and kiss each other? Yeah that is okay?”

[familyvideostevie]

🌽 with steve pls

If I could tell her Tell her everything I see If I could tell her How she's everything to me But we're a million worlds apart And I don't know how I would even start

if i could tell her from dear evan hansen

ty for the request!! i went with a classic "tell your crush you like them to their face kind of" situation but i guess it's a little angsty!!!!! <3 hope you like! (fem!reader) __ "And then there's how she bites her lip when she's thinking," Steve groans. Robin nods her head sympathetically before making eye contact with you over his shoulder.

"Hey!" she cries, loud enough that Steve flinches, hand coming to his ear as he turns.

"Christ, Robin, why did you yel-- oh. Hey!" He smiles big as you approach the counter.

"What were you talking about?" you ask. "Looked serious."

Steve's face reddens but Robin perks up. "Oh, just the girl Steve likes." You try really hard to keep a neutral expression.

"Oh?" you say. "Well, don't stop on my account. Tell me about her."

"Uh," he hesitates. "Well, she's pretty?" Robin snorts and he glares at her. "She's beautiful, actually. Her hands are just so...nice. And Her lips and eyebrows when she talks? Her eyes sparkle even in like, fluorescents. And she --"

"Okay," you say. "I think we get it. Anything else?" Your chest hurts a little to listen to him talk about someone like this when you've liked him for ages, but what can you do?

"Jesus, fine," Steve mumbles. He looks at you as he starts again. "She's just...great. She's funny and she's kind. She always knows what to say. She remembers people's birthdays and when she's frustrated this crease appears between her eyebrows that's just so --"

"Steve," Robin says. She's watching you clench your fists in your sleeves, but he keeps going.

"And she's a great friend, and she's really important to me, and I just want to tell her all of that." He's looking at you still and a really small part of you thinks, maybe...just maybe...

"You should," you mutter. "You should tell her. She'd be lucky to be loved by you, Steve." And you turn around and walk out of Family Video before you can hope any more.

"Shit!" Steve yells after you.

join the celebration!

[im-a-wonderling]

Love & Hate, Part III ~ Paul Lahote

Thank @writing-on-the-wahl​, @shieldmaiden-of-gondor​, and my brother for this being posted

Summary: Sick of his life being dictated by the wolf inside, Paul Lahote is determined to keep one choice for himself and never imprint on anyone. But the wolf has different ideas.

Warnings: None?

Word count: 5.2k

Love & Hate Masterlist

Eve was clinging to Paul, her arms around his neck when he felt it, the same feeling that had awoken him from the deepest sleep the other night. 

Danger.

She was in danger.

He broke away from Eve.

“Where are you going?!” she called, but he ignored her, sprinting into the woods in the direction of Sam and Emily’s house, barely managing to pull off his shorts and secure them before shifting. 

Who’s guarding the house? he asked his brothers. 

Instantly, he had the full attention of the rest of the pack.

Jared spoke up. I am, but nothing’s off. 

Check on Emily and- Paul broke off, unable to say her name. And You-Know-Who, please?

Y/N’s not here at the house.

Paul nearly slipped on a big patch of mud. What? Who’s watching her? Nobody answered. Where is she?!

Sam’s voice filled his mind. She’s at the hospital. 

Paul skidded to a stop, breathing heavily. You said Emily would keep her at the house!

Apparently Emily couldn’t stop her.

Was the woman insane? Did she want to die?

With a growl, Paul changed course, taking off like a shot for Forks General Hospital. The chorus of his brothers’ voices exploded in his head.

Paul, don’t be stupid!

She’s on Cullen territory man!

We can’t interfere!

Thanks to the urgent tugging in his gut, Paul was able to ignore them quite easily.

If he’d been able to think clearly, he would’ve noticed that he was running faster than he’d ever run in his life, but the only thing on his mind was her. 

Paul! Sam thundered. You can’t cross the border, or it’ll break the treaty!

Paul kept running.

Paul, stop!

Paul’s steps faltered under the weight of his alpha’s direct command, but the wolf didn’t hesitate long.

He had to get to her. 

The minutes it took for Paul to get to the outskirts of the hospital parking lot couldn’t be compared to any of the anguish he’d faced thus far in his life. Not to anything with the Cullens, Bella Swan, or the Volturi. 

They were the most harrowing minutes of his life.

The wolf inside was screaming, hurry, hurry, hurry!

Paul hoped there were no video-cameras around to see him shift behind the dumpster or watch him run barefoot through the parking lot with nothing but shorts on.

He could barely hear anything over the racing of his heartbeat in his ears as he looked every which way. It was only 7 o’clock in the evening, why were there so many cars parked in the lot?

He lifted his nose, trying to find the distinct smell he knew too well. It took him a moment, but he found it, following it to a car in the parking lot. Standing beside it, he detected a scent he knew to be Carlisle’s. The car must’ve been Carlisle’s, because as far as Paul knew, her car was still by her apartment complex. 

Then, the cold, burning smell of a foreign vampire hit his nose, a smell that was far different from any of the Cullens. A smell that Paul had tracked through the woods on the eastern side of Forks last night. 

The vampire.

It was here. 

Paul needed to get to her, to protect her, or there would be no her left to protect. 

There was only one thing left to do: he had to call out for her. 

Swallowing hard, Paul desperately looked around for her, hoping for any other sign of her. Saying her name wasn’t a big deal, it was just a name. Saying it didn’t change anything for him, and right now it was life and death.

Still when he opened his mouth, his voice failed him. 

Then, he heard it.

A low groan coming from the far end of the parking lot.

He sprinted towards it, weaving around the cars and poles. 

There!

On the grass underneath a tree, she was sprawled out and not moving. But it was the form beside her that made Paul’s heart seize with fear. 

The vampire (wearing an honest-to-goodness turquoise and yellow Hawaiian button up) sat on his knees, skin so white, it nearly glowed in the faint light from the streetlamp. Paul blinked, incapable of reconciling the cheerful print with the vampire’s bared fangs.

As the vampire leaned down, bringing said fangs closer to her skin, Paul’s mind short-circuited, and he threw caution to the wind. “Get away from her!” he shouted, running towards the bloodsucker. 

The vampire glanced up at Paul, and Paul could make out the glinting of his red eyes. Then, quick as lightning, the form disappeared, moving so fast that Paul’s human eyes couldn’t catch it. Normally, Paul would’ve given chase, but he had a bigger concern.

He slid so quickly to a stop that his cousin that played baseball would’ve been proud, instantly checking her for any sign of a bite, or even blood. 

He saw neither.

That was when he noticed her phone by her side, displaying Dr. Cullen’s contact. 

Had she realized she was in danger? The idea that she’d gone to another bloodsucker for help really, really bothered Paul but now was not the time. 

“Wake up!” Paul urged, shaking her. There was no response. Feeling frantic, Paul pushed aside his pride as he pressed the call button on her phone.

“Y/N?” came the doctor’s voice, and Paul had to squash his revulsion upon hearing the doctor’s voice say her name. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Paul! She’s been hurt!”

Carlisle was immediately on alert. “Where are you guys?”

“The parking lot of the hospital.”

“Is she alive?”

“I don’t know.”

“Ok, Paul, you have to check her pulse. Press your fingers on the side of her neck, just underneath her jaw.”

Paul obeyed. He tried very hard not to think about how soft her skin was or how this was the first time he was touching her, and he didn’t even know if she was alive. It was a few tense seconds until he felt the unmistakable throb of her heartbeat. He let out a relieved sigh. “Her heart’s beating.”

“That’s good, very good. Is she breathing?”

“I-I don’t know, I mean, I don’t think so?”

“Is her chest moving?” 

Paul’s voice failed him. The adrenaline running through his body was sending his brain into failure. 

“Paul, listen to me, you need to put your cheek right in front of her nose.”

Paul did as instructed, and when he didn’t feel anything, his brain seemed to spiral even further from common sense. He squeezed his eyes shut. “Come on, breathe,” he whispered. “Breathe.”

He could’ve cried when the smallest bit of air tickled his cheek. “She’s breathing,” he said, unsure if he was saying it for the doctor’s benefit or his own. Either way, he was weak with relief.

“Okay, Paul, don’t go anywhere, I’m on my way.”

“I’m not leaving her here,” Paul snapped. “The vampire could come back. I’m taking her to Sam and Emily’s.”

Carlisle was silent for a moment. “I need to check on her, and I can’t step foot on the reservation, the treaty—”

“Screw the treaty! I’ll talk to Sam, just meet me there, okay?” Paul hoisted the still unconscious Y/N onto his back, not even checking to see if anyone was around before he shifted, his form exploding into a furry form four times bigger. 

Sam, I’ve got her, but Carlisle needs to look at her. He’s meeting us at you and Emily’s. 

Then he started to run. 

-

My knee hurt.

At least, I was 60% sure it was my knee. It might’ve been my head that was aching so badly that the pain manifested in my knee as well.

Or maybe it was both. 

“Y/N?” 

Did I recognize that voice? I peeled my eyes open to see someone kneeling beside me, but the light was too bright, so I quickly closed them again.

“She’s awake!” the same voice said triumphantly. “How are you feeling?”

I blinked hard several times, trying to pull together all the scattered pieces of my consciousness. The face finally came into focus. “Carlisle?”

The doctor’s smile was relieved as he leaned back, allowing me to see past him. 

I was in Sam and Emily’s living room again. The couple themselves stood in the center of the room, Sam with his hands on his hips, and Emily anxiously twisting her wedding ring. One of the other boys from the pack sat on the chair, his legs over one of the arms, looking completely at ease.

In the corner of the room stood the one who’d rudely walked away from me without so much as an acknowledgement. 

Paul.

His arms were crossed, his expression stony. What was he even doing here? 

“Can you sit up?” Carlisle asked, drawing my attention away from Paul. 

“I was attacked,” I mumbled instead of answering. “I was attacked by a—” I cut myself off as memories started coming back to me. “A wild animal?” I finished in what I hoped was convincingly uncertain. 

Carlisle looked nervous as he stood up. “She should be alright.” I followed Carlisle’s gaze to see Sam, who was nodding. “She might have a small concussion, but nothing too serious.” 

“Good,” Sam said, quietly. 

“Did you want me to stick around for what comes next?” Carlisle asked Sam.

“For what comes next?” I echoed, wincing as I sat up. The pain was definitely emanating from multiple places. “What’s coming next?” Neither man acknowledged that I’d spoken.

“No,” said Sam, shaking his head. “It’s best if you’re not here for this.”

“Here for what?” I asked. 

Carlisle nodded at Sam, as if that was the answer he was expecting. “Just thought I’d offer.” He turned towards the corner of the room, and I followed his gaze to see Paul standing in the corner. “As for the treaty, I think we can call it even?”

Treaty? What on earth were they talking about? 

“Thank you,” Sam said, throwing a dirty look at Paul.

Carlisle turned to go for the door. 

“Wait!” I tried to get up, then regretted my impulsivity as my vision spun. “Ngggh,” I groaned.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Paul step forward so abruptly, it was like he was pushed. I glanced over at him, but Paul retreated back to the corner. 

The couch beside me dipped as Emily sat down. “Y/N, it’s okay, you’re safe with us.”

“Whatever’s happening, I want Carlisle to stay,” I said stubbornly. 

Carlisle looked a bit sad. “I’ve overstayed my welcome already. You’ll understand soon.” And with that, he left, the door swinging shut after him.

I looked back to Emily, but she wasn’t paying attention to me. She, along with everyone else in the room, was staring at Paul, as if they were waiting for something. 

“Paul,” Sam prompted. 

Paul wrinkled his nose. “You’re the one who said she needed to know.”

Know? Could they be talking about vampires? My heart fluttered.

“But you agreed,” Sam argued. 

“Only so she’ll stop being an idiot and almost getting herself killed!” Paul snapped.

“I’m right here,” I said, shooting Paul an annoyed look.

Again, nobody acknowledged me, and Sam glared at Paul who glared right back. 

Emily sighed. “If someone doesn’t start explaining soon, Y/N’s going to have a heart attack.”

Sam let out a long breath. “Paul should really be the one explaining everything to you,” he scowled in Paul’s direction, “but it looks like it falls to me.”

“Explain what?” I demanded, wishing they would stop ignoring me and get on with it. “Will someone please just tell me what is going on?!” 

Sam lifted his chin. “The thing that attacked your landlord is the same thing that attacked you last night.”

I had to work hard to contain my smile. “You mean the wild animal,” I said, trying to seem as innocent as possible.

Sam shifted his weight, looking at Paul for a count of three before sighing. “It was a vampire.” I stared at Sam with wide eyes, even as fireworks went off in my chest. 

I was right. I hadn’t moved here chasing some crazy theory that would pan out to nothing but wasted time, effort, and money. I felt like jumping out of my chair and throwing my arms around Sam, but I needed to play the part.

“A vampire,” I repeated, hiding my elation with a scrunched nose. “What, you mean some crazy person in a Halloween costume?”

“No, a legit vampire.” Sam ran his fingers through his short hair. “It sounds crazy, but it’s true. Vampires exist.”

I stared at him like someone questioning his sanity before frowning. “That’s a cheap joke to try and play on someone who might have a concussion.” 

“He’s serious.” Emily rested a hand on my shoulder. “And Carlisle’s one of them.”

I widened my eyes. “What are you talking about? He’s a doctor! He doesn’t drink blood, that’s ridiculous!” 

“Y/N—” Emily started to say. 

I scoffed, getting to my feet. “I don’t have time for this.” I reached for my cane before realizing I didn’t see it anywhere. I felt a stab of annoyance at whomever transported me from the hospital parking lot to here without my cane. 

But when I tried to limp to the kitchen, Paul stepped in my way, frowning in a way I knew meant he wouldn’t stand aside. 

“What, you guys are keeping me prisoner now?” I asked, turning back to face Sam. 

“Of course not,” Sam said. “But we have more to tell you.”

“More?” I laughed. “What, are there unicorns too?”

“Not quite,” the boy the boy whose name I didn’t know with a grin, but that quickly faded when Emily smacked his shoulder. 

Burying my face in my hands, I counted to five, breathing a bit raggedly before looking back up. “Alright, let’s just say I believe you about the whole vampire thing. That doesn’t explain why you guys are the ones telling me instead of Carlisle or even why you’re telling me at all.”

“We can protect you from the vampire who is hunting you better than the Cullens can because vampires are our natural enemies.”

“Okay, but all humans would be natural enemies of vampires, because they drink blood.”

“Well, yes, but that’s not what I’m saying.” Sam exhaled, his nostrils flaring. “We’re werewolves.”

That took me by surprise. 

I looked at Sam with the first genuine confusion of this whole conversation. “That’s crazy,” I breathed. But even as I said it, a voice spoke up in the back of my mind. If I could believe in the existence of vampires, why not werewolves? It made more sense, actually, than if only vampires existed. 

“We could shift right now and show you, but we don’t want to ruin the living room,” said the boy on the couch. Sam shot him a hard look, and the boy ducked his head.

If they were all wolves, Sam must’ve been the leader, the alpha? I tucked that nugget away in my mind.

“Can you guys hear yourself?” I asked, making my voice tense. “You guys sound crazy!” 

Emily stood to come over to me, but I stepped away from her.

I shook my head slowly, limping to the couch to sit down. My knee hurt too much to stand without my cane. “You still haven’t said why you’re telling me all this. If this is all true, this is top secret information, so why me?” I narrowed my eyes at Sam and Emily, suddenly wondering why they’d so readily offered me their wretched couch when I needed a place to stay. “What do you guys want from me?”

Everyone in the room glanced at Paul, who folded his arms. Sam pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly reaching the end of some tether. “Do you know what imprinting is?”

“Imprinting? Like when baby ducks imprint on their mothers?” 

The men in the room all made weird faces. “In some ways, yes, like that,” said Sam, “but it’s different.”

“Are you trying to be cryptic?” I let out a short, humorless laugh. “Because if so, it’s working.” 

Sam sent a beseeching look to his wife, and Emily reached out to touch my knee and then stopped. “It’s how a werewolf and their soulmate find each other.”

“Soulmate?” I echoed before I could stop myself. 

Did that mean one of the werewolves was my soulmate? Was this the universe’s cruel way of reminding me how undesirable I was? Reminding me that I was so broken, the only way someone could love me was if they were forced to?

The whole concept left a bad taste in my mouth. 

“Well, I don’t feel any unnatural affection for anyone here, so you guys are wrong.”

“You’re not the one who imprinted,” Sam said simply. 

I blinked, and suddenly the final piece clicked. Paul leaving so abruptly, his lurch when I stood up too fast, why everyone in the room kept looking at him. 

“You.” I got to my feet, looking at Paul. “You imprinted on me.”

Paul wrinkled his nose. “Believe me, cinnamon sugar, I had zero intent on doing so.” 

“Don’t call me sugar.” I bristled, even as his sharp tone continued to sting.

“Whatever,” Paul waved his hand dismissively, “I didn’t have any more control over it than you did.”

I looked away from Paul to Emily. “Werewolves can’t control when they imprint?”

Emily exchanged a look with Sam that I didn’t understand. “No. Sam couldn’t control when he imprinted on me.”

“So you’re Sam’s imprint?”

“I am.”

“And you’re married.”

“Yes.”

“Does that mean Paul and I have to get married?”

A growl came from the corner. “Absolutely not.”

I scowled at Paul, even as I leaned against the couch to stay balanced on my feet. “I wasn’t asking you. You’re the reason I’m in this mess. ”

Paul growled again, and I tried to ignore the goosebumps that raised on my arms at the sound. “I’m the reason you’re still alive. That vampire would’ve killed you in that parking lot if it wasn’t for me.”

I smiled sourly at him. “I’ve saved the lives of many patients, but I don’t hold it over their heads.”

“Listen, cinnamon sugar,” Paul stepped forward, staring unblinkingly into my eyes, “I’ll promise you one thing. I’m going to do whatever it takes to break this bond, because I don’t want to be shackled to you either.”

“Fine!” I hurled back at him. “Go right ahead, see if I care!”

“I will!” He stormed over to the front door, threw it open, and stomped out, his heavy footfalls audible even after the door closed.

“He really likes his dramatic exits,” I muttered darkly, causing the boy on the armchair to snigger.

“She truly is his soulmate,” the boy said, clearly unbothered by the tension in the air.

Sam sighed. “Jacob, why don’t you—”

“Way ahead of you.” The boy, Jacob apparently, stood up, reaching out to shake my hand. “It’s been a pleasure, Y/N.” And with two pumps of my hand, he followed Paul. 

-

Paul ran at top speed in his wolf form, but something was wrong. He was nowhere near as light on his feet as he normally was, and he was so deep in his thoughts, he nearly ran headfirst into a tree.

It must’ve been the wolf, who was still whimpering, utterly wounded by the promise he’d just made.

You kissed Eve?! shouted Jacob’s voice in his head, and Paul cursed. 

Of course, being in wolf form now with Jacob, all Paul’s secrets were laid bare, including what he’d been doing earlier in the night before going to You-Know-Who’s rescue.

What were you thinking, man? Jacob demanded. You complain about Eve all the time, and yet you were kissing her while Y/N almost died?

Shove off! Paul snarled, even as the wolf begged him to turn around and go back to her. Jacob quieted, but Paul could feel his turmoil and hear his thoughts. Just say it, Paul snapped at Jacob. I know you want to.

There’s no way to break the imprint bond.

There has to be. There’s a hundred legends surrounding our pack, and you don’t think even one of them references how to break the bond?

Jacob stayed silent, but Paul knew what he was thinking. Why would you ever want to?

-

Sam and Emily didn’t tell me much after Jacob and Paul left, which annoyed me. I knew their loyalty to Paul was stronger than their desire to make me feel at home.

Which is why I asked Sam to drive me to the hospital, telling him I wanted to talk to Carlisle about the whole vampire-werewolf thing. My own car was still parked in the parking lot of my apartment complex. 

I knocked on the door of Carlisle’s office, out of breath, thanks to not having found my cane or phone in the parking lot.

If the beans were spilled on what the Cullen family was, my mission timeline was accelerated.

No longer did I have to coax one of the Cullens to open up about what they were. 

Now, I had to do the hardest part. 

I had to ask for what I wanted.

The door opened, and a nervous-looking Carlisle stood there. “Y/N, come on in.” He stepped aside, closing the door after me and then sitting in his chair. “I managed to find your cane and phone in the parking lot from last night.”

He held them up, and I gratefully accepted them. I sat in the chair beside the door, feeling suddenly nervous as the magnitude of why I was here finally sunk in.

Carlisle misinterpreted my anxious silence. “I’m sure you must have a million questions about me and my kind, but let me just assure you—”

“Will you turn me into a vampire?”

Whatever Carlisle had been going to say died in his throat. He stared at me, his mouth open. “You...I...what?”

“I want you to turn me into a vampire.” 

Carlisle stared at me, clearly questioning his hearing. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I want to be a vampire.”

“Y/N...you must understand, being a vampire isn’t as miraculous as the stories make it sound, I’m not sure you’re thinking this through—”

“I have thought it through.”

“You’ve only known about the existence of vampires for a few hours. How could you possibly know that you want to be one?”

I surveyed him, wondering if now was a good time to admit that I’d known what he was long before we’d even met. That I’d intentionally sought him out and moved across the country for this very conversation. 

But something in me told me to wait. 

“I just know,” I mumbled.

Carlisle ran a hand through his perfect hair, looking distressed. “Even if you could convince me to do it, and that’s highly unlikely, that would violate the treaty.”

“The treaty?”

“Did they...did they not explain that to you?” I just looked at him blankly, and he sighed. “Years ago, my family struck a deal with the werewolves of that time, outlining the rules and territories. One of the rules involves not changing anyone into a vampire.”

My heart sank. 

“Changing you of all people, an imprint? Well...it would have catastrophic repercussions for my family.”

I didn’t want conflict, certainly not now that I knew the wolves thought Paul had some savage claim on me. 

“Y/N?” I searched Carlisle’s face, hoping he was going to tell me he’d changed his mind. “It’d be best if you didn’t tell anyone about this conversation.”

He opened the door, a gentle but firm request to leave. 

Crestfallen, I limped out of the office, trying not to look like my dog had just died.

Carlisle closed the door behind me, and with that simple sound, I felt my despair rise.  

This imprinting business hadn’t been part of my plan at all, the plan I’d cooked up in the hours of painful recovery.

The only way for me to fix my knee. 

When people transitioned to vampires, their bodies became flawless, regardless of any injuries they’d sustained or how close to death they were.

All my pain, all the hours wasted struggling, all the looks of pity would be gone. 

I would be whole again.

And now more things stood in my way than when I was learning to walk with a cane. 

I felt like using the same cane to start bashing holes in the walls of the hospital. Now what? Leave Forks and go hunt for different vampires? It was hard enough to find vampires at all, let alone vampires who might be willing to change me instead of drinking my blood.

Stupid imprinting.

I thought back to the promise Paul had spat at me.

I’m going to do whatever it takes to break this bond, because I don’t want to be shackled to you either.

He clearly was unhappy with this arrangement too. Whoever or whatever was in charge of pairing werewolves to their soulmates had clearly made a mistake because there was no way Paul, full of supernatural strength and power, could look past my limp. 

Wait...maybe that was the answer...

If I was no longer Paul’s imprint, maybe Carlisle would be more inclined to hear me out. Maybe we could leave Forks, so he could turn me without violating the treaty. 

But did Paul really mean what he’d said? Or was he just angry? And was he even capable enough to follow through? 

Rolling my shoulders, I walked with renewed vigor back to the car where Sam was waiting. There was only one person who could answer those questions.

-

Paul shifted outside the cabin, pulling his shorts on and preparing himself for the lecture he was about to receive from Jacob about the sacred nature of the imprinting bond, about Paul’s own pigheadedness, and the impossible nature of Paul’s new quest. 

But when Paul opened the door, it wasn’t Jacob’s reproachful face that greeted him.

It was that blinding smell.

What was she doing here of all places? 

Just her smell swallowed up every part of him, like nothing else on the planet mattered except her presence.

Lady Voldemort sat at the table, her eyes penetrating him as if she could tell he was seriously considering walking back out that door. She didn’t do anything to get his attention or even say anything. She just held his gaze, waiting to see how he would respond. 

Paul hovered for a moment, deciding. 

It was one thing to be adamantly against the idea of an imprint. It was quite another to be alone with this woman, looking her in the eye and trying to explain to her why he didn’t want her.

But then, the corner of her mouth quirked up. Was she enjoying this? 

Paul took it as a challenge, closing the door behind him and leaning against the wall, folding his arms as if the wolf wasn’t shredding his insides, trying to get closer. “How did you know this cabin was here?”

“Emily told me how to find it.”

“Of course she did.” Paul shook his head, making a mental note to chew Emily out later. Then, something occurred to him. “How did you get here? You don’t have your car or Carlisle’s.”

“I walked.”

Paul raised his eyebrows. It was at least two miles from Sam and Emily’s place. The distance was nothing if you could shift, but for a woman with a limp? She must’ve been built of pure determination. He grudgingly felt his respect for her rise slightly. “So, cinnamon sugar, what can I do for you?”

She pursed her lips at the nickname. “You said you’re going to do whatever it takes to break the imprint bond.”

Paul shifted his weight. “Yes,” he finally said, trying to seem confident. She squared her shoulders, and Paul winced, preparing himself for the tirade. She had a right to be upset, to yell or even throw something if she wanted to.

“I want to help you.”

That wasn’t what he was expecting.

That wasn’t what he was expecting at all. 

“You want to help me break the bond? Why?”

She smiled drily. “I’ve never been much good with being told what to do.”

If anyone could appreciate that, Paul could, but he wasn’t sure if it was wise to work with her. 

“Look,” she said, picking up on his hesitation, “from what I observed of your pack, they disagree with your views on imprinting. If I help you, not only will the work be cut in half, but you can at least get them off your back by telling them we both want to break it.” 

“No offense, but what do you have to bring to the table that beats working alone?”

She frowned, feathers clearly ruffled, as she got to her feet. “I have two degrees, years of experience in sticky situations, and I’m much more charming than you apparently are.” Paul wondered if she had any idea how tightly she clenched her cane as she said it. 

A troubling thought crossed his mind. 

Did she think that he didn’t want her because of her leg? That she was somehow inept or lacking? The wolf inside him howled at the idea, like it was unthinkable. 

“Fine. We’ll work together,” Paul said, just stop the howling.

Her delighted smile tugged at his chest. “Whatever it takes,” Lady Voldemort said, her eyes boring into his. She stuck out her hand, and Paul stared at it. “It’s just a handshake. I don’t bite.” She cocked her head to the side. “Do you?”

He scoffed, reaching out to shake her hand like it was no big deal. “Whatever it takes,” he repeated. He’d intended to let go of it as quickly as possible, but the wolf kept his hand in hers. 

She stared down at their hands, and something elusive flashed in her eyes for a moment. “There.” She dropped her hand. “We shook hands. You can’t go back on it. Not even if you fall in love with me.”

Paul stared at her. “I’m sorry?”

“This imprint...bond...thingy is really powerful, isn’t it?”

He considered her words, unsure if he wanted to be talking about the bond’s strength with her. 

Lady Voldemort tilted her head. “The bond usually leads to the wolf falling in love with whomever they imprinted on, right? If we spend enough time together, you might not want to break the bond anymore.”

Paul snorted. The very idea of him falling for this woman in front of him was the most comical thing he’d ever heard. “That’s not going to be a problem.” 

From the way she glanced at his hand, she didn’t believe him. He chastised the wolf for the loss of control, eternally glad that he wouldn’t have to put up with this for much longer.

After all, how hard could it be to break an imprint bond?

Part IV

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love lingers on the sea pt.4

a/n: i’m not dead! the next chapter will still be slow to post, but i’m getting just a teensy bit more time to write during my days so hopefully it won’t take too long!

Word Count: 3,270

Warnings: smut (vaginal fingering, oral sex), language

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

(that’s us)

(pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5)

Something about the day was giving Natasha a bad vibe. She didn’t know if it was just the fact that Yelena had been on a mission for a few months or if it was something else, but it was making her anxious. On top of that, nothing seemed to be easing that anxiety; not working out, not going over files, nothing.

Maybe if she just went to her room and tried to rest. Fury told her more often than not that she needed to take a day to herself to relax. Did she agree? No, but she would at least attempt to listen to him. It was the least she could do for him, right?

She was on her way to the elevator when she passed by the man himself.

“Belova is back,” Fury said simply, hands behind his back as usual.

“Up at the landing?” Natasha asked.

“I’m heading there now, wanna join me?” He asked, finally turning to look at her with a shit-eating grin.

“Lead the way,” Natasha said with her own smile.

They both stepped into the elevator, and Natasha already felt better. Maybe I was just missing Yelena, she thought to herself as the elevator raced up to the landing pad. She just needed to see Yelena, make sure she was safe, and then she could go about her day again.

The elevator door opened, and though Natasha tried not to rush out, she was eager to see Yelena. She would never admit it out loud for fear of giving Yelena a big head, but she loved her and didn’t like her going on missions alone. It was the big sister in her, what could she say.

A whistle echoed through the air, high pitched and then low. Yelena, Natasha thought. She returned the call, eyes peeled for that damn vest. As soon as it flashed in her vision, Natasha was moving forward with arms open, her heart at ease when Yelena crashed into her.

“Successful?” Natasha asked.

“Extremely,” Yelena nodded, pulling back and turning her head. “My partner was a big help.”

“Partner?” Natasha asked. “I thought it was a solo-”

“-Over here!” Yelena called out in the direction of the quinjet.

Three sets of eyes locked onto the quinjet as you walked off the ramp, a duffel bag slung over your shoulder and weapon holstered on your thigh. Lacerations covered your face and you had a slight limp, but Natasha couldn’t take her eyes off of you nonetheless.

“Need something?” You asked when you got closer, your voice sending a shiver down Natasha’s spine.

A tantalising voice with eyes to match, eyes that made Natasha think of a slow, warm day on the beach with a drink in one hand and a good book in the other. Those eyes that were framed by hair that was reminiscent of Thor’s, though a different colour entirely. While Natasha knew it wasn’t green, it gave her a sense of… seaweed?

“I wanted you to meet my sister,” Yelena said with a proud grin. Kiss ass.

“Natasha, right?” You asked with an outstretched hand and a smile that made Natasha’s knees weak. “Yelena has told me a lot about you.”

“Good things, I hope,” Natasha said cordially as she shook your hand in return. It was… slimy? “Unfortunately I can’t say the same.”

“It’s alright,” you continued. “I’m Y/N.”

“Debrief is in the morning,” Fury said. You looked at him, but Natasha was still looking at you. “I think you both deserve a hot shower and a soft bed.”

“You’re a real one,” you said with a smile; your canines were far longer than a normal human’s, but the sight put Natasha slightly at ease. Curious.

"Don’t forget we’re hanging out tonight!” Yelena called as you started to walk off.

You didn’t answer, instead just throwing your hand up in a lazy wave while you continued to head toward the elevator. The bag over your shoulder bounced lightly as you shuffled away, and Natasha tried to ignore the way she was staring at your fingers-

“-You’re coming too,” Yelena’s voice interrupted her thought process.

“To what?” Natasha asked.

“I’ll leave you two to catch up,” Fury said before he too walked away, catching the elevator right before you shut the doors.

“The hang out tonight,” Yelena continued. Natasha followed her to the supply room while they talked.

“I’m not going to interrupt your date,” Natasha teased as she leaned against one of the tables.

“It’s not a date,” Yelena huffed before slamming her own bag on the opposite table. “It’s just hanging out.”

“You sure?” Natasha continued with a smile. “I saw you staring.”

“We’re just friends,” Yelena said again, holding her gun for emphasis. “If it was a date, I wouldn’t have invited you.”

“You would have if you didn’t want me to know it was a date,” Natasha shrugged even though her lingering smile gave her away.

“You’re such a pain,” Yelena groaned as she rolled her eyes. “Just come to my room around 7 if you’re going to join.”

“We’ll see,” Natasha said. She pushed herself away from the table and started walking out of the supply room. “I’d hate to cockblock your date.”

She managed to close the door behind her right as Yelena threw the knife, and she chuckled to herself before starting the trip down to her room.

———

Natasha could already hear the pandemonium before she opened Yelena’s door. The deep thud of a bass, the laughter, the clink of glass against glass. She stepped inside and realised she was right; you and Yelena were throwing a shot back while a music station blared through the TV.

“You made it!” Yelena screamed out before running to the door and slamming into Natasha with a bone-crushing hug.

“Don’t make me regret it,” Natasha groaned, but Yelena let go anyway.

“Just grab a drink and try to relax,” Yelena huffed, but there was a tone behind her voice that made the corner of Natasha’s mouth twitch.

Nonetheless, Natasha did as demanded, and the three of you quickly downed some shots and got to the party that Yelena had so clearly wanted. Shots, a few rounds of beer pong, more shots, Yelena challenging her to a knife throwing contest with you as the target.

“Don’t hit me where it hurts,” you said as you willingly stood against the wall, ridiculously long arms outstretched and a lazy grin on your face.

“It’s not like you have anything to cut off,” Yelena shot back before throwing the first knife, hitting the spot right in between your thighs.

“That’s just rude,” you challenged, but Yelena faked a laugh and stepped aside for Natasha’s turn. “Same rules apply, Romanoff.”

“Have a reputation to keep?” Natasha asked, quickly throwing the knife until it stuck within an inch of your eye. You didn’t even flinch.

“A very important one,” you replied back.

This went on for far too long, with the knives sticking into the wall increasingly close to your skin. As soon as one of the blades knicked one of your fingers, and Yelena quickly called it quits (while blaming Natasha for the incident, even though it hadn’t even been her throw). Only after Yelena put an Avengers bandaid on your finger did you all sit down on the couch.

And Yelena quickly proceeded to fall asleep in your lap.

“I rarely see her this comfortable,” Natasha said, not even caring to stay quiet. She knew Yelena wouldn’t wake up. “You should feel honoured.”

“I’d feel more honoured if my leg wasn’t falling asleep,” you said as you tried to shift but still did your best not to wake Yelena.

“Be glad,” Natasha took another sip of her beer, “she’s a menace when she’s not comfortable.”

“And she’s not a menace now?” You asked, your eyes now glued to Natasha’s face.

And those eyes.

Oh no.

“She’s been worse,” Natasha said softly.

The two of you got started on telling stories about Yelena, about all the dangerous and reckless things she had done in the past. You had quite a few that Natasha hadn’t heard before, and she wondered just how long you had known her little sister. And what kind of relationship the two of you had.

“You two seem to have a lot of stories,” Natasha said after yet another unheard tale.

“Basically two peas in a pod,” you said with a cheeky grin.

“How long have you two,” Natasha trailed off.

“Have we what?” You asked.

“You know,” Natasha shrugged. “Been together.”

“You don’t strike me as someone to get jealous,” you shot back.

“It’s a simple question,” she defended, but the smile on your lips told her the truth.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, my dear,” you said softly with a predatory smile that sent a chill down Natasha’s spine. “But we’re not together.”

Natasha thought the weight in her chest would go away at your words, but it didn’t. No, it just sunk lower until she was shifting in her seat. Why would that make her feel this kind of way? What about that piece of information gave her that feeling that both excited and shamed her?

Because you won’t hurt Yelena.

“Why do you ask?” You asked, your eyes slowly, painfully raking down her body before going back up to her eyes.

“I wanted to check before insinuating anything,” Natasha said with a shrug. She turned her head quickly so she wouldn’t see you undressing her with your eyes.

“Insinuate all you want,” you replied with what sounded to Natasha like a chuckle. “I might even say yes.”

———

Never again, Natasha thought to herself as she dragged her feet off the quinjet. I will never go on another mission ever again.

It wasn’t that the mission had gone terribly wrong; it hadn’t. They had completed it successfully and Tony had even managed to come home unscathed this time. But the amount of incessant talking and endless rain and Tony. She loved him, of course, but she had spent too much time with him.

She needed a break. A long break. A stress-erasing break.

Stress erasing…

“I’ll debrief,” Tony said as he patted Natasha on the back. “You look like you need a drink.”

“I could use two,” Natasha answered with a smile before making her way to the elevator, leaving Tony to fill Fury in on the mission.

The elevator slid to a stop on the common room floor, and before Natasha could tell the person to wait for the next one, you stepped in. You folded your hands neatly behind your back and stood in silence. Out of the corner of her eye, Natasha noticed the way something behind your ear moved with each breath.

“Long trip?” You asked, eyes glued to the floor number.

“Very,” Natasha answered. She did her best to keep from eying the things behind your ears, but she couldn’t help it; they were mesmerising.

“You look like you should get some sleep,” you continued. The elevator continued to go down.

Will it work?

“I’d much rather have a distraction,” Natasha said. Her eyes flitted to your face, hope rising and falling in her chest when your face stayed stoic.

“A distraction, huh?” You mused to yourself. “Sounds like fun.”

You didn’t look at her, never even turned to face her, but your hand stretched forward to hold the button for the floor you had pressed. The light behind your floor quickly vanished and the only stop left was Natasha’s floor. The floor that she had all to herself. The floor that no one else could get onto without her permission.

The floor that you were now going to with her.

As the numbers ticked faster, so did Natasha’s pulse. You stood with your hands behind your back, feet shoulder width apart, and eyes glued to the flashing numbers. But Natasha knew something had to be going on in that head of yours. After all, you were going to her floor with her after she had mentioned needing a distraction.

What were you thinking she meant? Were your thoughts more pure than Natasha had intended? Was your goal to give her a distraction along the lines of just some company, a few hours of fun, a game, a drink? Or were you on the same wavelength as her and knew exactly what she had meant, what she wanted, what she needed?

The elevator slowed until a full stop, and the doors opened to reveal the floor that Natasha called home. She didn’t wait for you to go first, instead she just stepped out and walked forward until she was standing in the living room. Your footsteps echoed silently behind her, muffled thumps that matched her heartbeat.

“Want a drink?” Natasha asked even though her feet were glued to the floor.

“I’m not here for a drink,” you said, and the surprise of your voice so close to her ear sent a shiver down to her toes.

“Then what are you here for?” Natasha asked. The uncertainty in her voice betrayed her.

“Consent to be a distraction,” you murmured, your breath tickling the hair on the back of her neck.

This was it. This was what she had been thinking about since that night of the small party with Yelena. To feel your fingers on her skin, your breath on her neck, your lips on hers. She could tell you yes right now and she could finally get what she had been dreaming of since that night.

There was just one thing she had to make sure of.

“No feelings,” Natasha told you. Your breath hit the back of her neck in a quick puff. “No sweet talking.”

“No feelings,” you repeated, humour in your voice. “And no sweet talking.”

“Then you have consent,” Natasha said softly, a sigh escaping her lips as your hand brushed the hair away from her ear.

“You make it sound like a business transaction,” you chuckled before she felt your lips on the back of her neck.

In contrast to your slick and slimy skin, your lips were dry and chapped. They scraped against her the skin of her neck so slightly that it almost tickled. But then she felt your tongue soothe the skin you had just kissed, and it was no longer a laugh that was stuck in the back of her throat. But you were moving too fucking slow-

“-You seem impatient,” you mumbled against her skin. She could practically feel the smile on your lips.

“Stop talking,” Natasha huffed, “and just fuck me.”

The air in the room shifted instantly; where there had been a nervous static, now it was so thick that Natasha felt suffocated. But then she felt you grab her wrist and spin her around and she felt dizzy at the speed of which you pushed her onto the couch.

“You’re so demanding,” you said with a tilt of your head, but Natasha didn’t have time to argue with you.

No, she was mesmerised by the way you sunk to your knees and got to work unbuckling the holsters on her thighs. There was a power behind your fingers that she should have expected, but it didn’t make her any less turned on when they pressed into her skin under the straps. Then the way those slim, slick fingers slid down her legs as you pulled her pants off? It was enough to make her moan.

She didn’t know where you tossed her pants, but she didn’t care. Hell, she didn’t even pay attention because her eyes were now glued to your hands on her inner thighs, pulling her legs apart in a way that would make anyone squirm. Her skin felt cold after you stopped touching her, almost like a breeze when you step out of the ocean.

You moved forward until she could feel your breath on her bare skin, warm puffs of air that brought goosebumps to her arms and made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. But you didn’t move forward, you didn’t ravage her the way she wanted you to. You just stayed still and looked up at her, one finger tapping incessantly on her hip bone.

“Yes,” Natasha whispered. “Please.”

A glint flashed in your eyes for only a second before you leaned forward so quickly that Natasha didn’t even have time to prepare herself before your tongue swiped against her clit. Her hips bucked instinctively and she inhaled harshly in frustration. Warm air hit her skin as you chuckled quietly before licking again as you held her hips down.

Her hands flew to your head when your lips wrapped around her clit, and ungodly moans fell from her lips. You continued at an inhuman pace when you removed one hand from her hip. She didn’t even have time to beg you for it before your finger slid into her so easily that her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

Once you slipped a second finger in without breaking your rhythm, she was done for.

“Harder,” Natasha gasped out.

“Bossy,” you said, but did as she begged anyway.

Natasha saw stars behind her eyelids as you went harder, tears starting to well up in the corners of her eyes. Your fingers were so long and slim and wet and it was perfect. Your cold tongue on her clit, your fingers filling her up, your other hand pressing down on her lower abdomen and-

-she came without warning, moans and curses falling from the lips she had worn down with her teeth. The tears in her eyes finally fell, leaving wet tracks down her cheeks. Yet you didn’t stop; you didn’t let up, didn’t give her a break, just kept going. She let out a desperate sob as you forced another orgasm out of her, her whole body shaking as you restrained her hips.

“You did need a distraction,” you teased after Natasha’s breath had evened out ever so slightly.

“Shut up,” Natasha said through clenched teeth. Your fingers were still buried deep inside of her and the longer they stayed there, the more her arousal grew.

“I’m just saying,” you shot back.

“I didn’t think there would be this much talk afterward,” Natasha said, ignoring your train of thought.

“Want a quiet fuck next time?” You asked.

“That would be preferable,” Natasha said with a nod. “You’re killing the high.”

“Oh am I?” You asked. No, Natasha thought, please keep talking.

“Yes,” Natasha answered. “And I think you should leave.”

You let out a huff but then started to slide your fingers out of her. She gasped when they were out and she suddenly felt horribly empty. Her eyes pried themselves open in time to see you lick your fingers clean before walking over to a spot on the floor. You tossed her pants back at her, and her orgasm-dazed mind didn’t react before they landed unceremoniously in her lap.

“Let me know when you need another distraction,” you shouted to her as you stepped into the elevator. “I’ll come better prepared.”

That lazy, fang-filled smile of yours and a wink was the last thing Natasha saw of you before the elevator doors closed and she was left to sit in a pool of her own arousal. She let out a deep, dejected sigh as her body finally started to relax. One of her hands brushed against her hip and she lifted her hand quickly at the feel of something wet and-

-is that slime?

“That’s so gross,” Natasha grumbled as her head fell back against the couch.

[harventheblorbo]

Hello!! I read the rules and wanted to request a Tfp thingie!

Would it be alright if it was Ratchet reacting to the female reader being super sensitive to yelling? I know Ratchet is a mech that gets angry over his tools and I would think he would be yelling at bulkhead but than the Reader starts to get emotional and scared when hearing the big booming voice. Ratchet sees the reader running off and apologizes to them when he finds them and sooth them.

I am very emotional when it comes to yelling or being in trouble and I would love to have a cute thing with him. If you want it can also be with other characters you want to add or you can switch up the story. I dont mind anything! Have fun!

I have a thinv

Ratchet with a F! Human reader that is sensitive to yelling ➥

Containing:.. Ratchet, F! Human Reader

___ is female

Warning:.. Yelling, maybe abit out of character

Authors note: my first angst request. I will be pouring my hear and soul into this fanfic ❤️ I'm sorry if the ending is abit weird 💀 I'm not good at ending angst all that well. hope you like it dear anon

Ratchet had a loud voice and often was in a grumpy mood. this often led to him having to yell at his younger teammates for messing up or destroying something of his. it was common around the base but it would only happen here and there but not every day.

whenever you came along you took note of this and tried your best to ignore it. you hated being yelled at. no matter how much you tried to ignore it, it got to you and would lead to a breakdown and it wouldn't look pretty for the rest of the day. if it wasn't at you, you were able to push it out of your thought but was still mindful of it.

it was Bulkhead and Ratchet that made you have the most breakdowns due to how much yelling there was between them. it was mainly over Bulkhead breaking his tools and Ratchet using the classic same line "Bulkhead I needed that!". that was fine but when they started to have a full-on argument is when you would get triggered.

"Bulkhead! did you break my tool again?!" Ratchet boomed at Bulkhead picking up the crushed tool that would be used for his current project that he used. "I didn't break your tool..." Bulkhead lied. whenever bulkhead lied it was easy for anyone to tell. "okay maybe I did" Bulkhead admitted as he looked down a bit. "how many times do I have to tell you that you can't break my tools!?" Ratchet shouted at the poor mech for the fourth time this week.

today wasn't a great time for you to be hearing yelling. today wasn't a great day in general for you. the school was slow and awful, people picked on you. the teachers gave you a hard time for being late to your classes. the moment you heard ratchet yelling and starting an argument you started to feel an attack coming up. "I need a breath of fresh air, I'm gonna go up top" You waved your human friends off in a hurry.

it was the only place that you felt safe at, mainly because most of the time, no one was there to judge you, and you truly do like how you can breathe up on top of the base. when you left the elevator you quickly crumbled underneath yourself.

You sobbed letting the past of today all out. you felt stupid for crying over something so dumb like yelling but it was something that triggered you. "breath.. just breath" you repeated to yourself as you sat down in a comfortable position with your head resting on your knees with your arm wrapping your knees.

you heard the elevator come back up with the whirring of the elevator. you quickly wiped your eyes and tried your best to not cry. you look over to your right and saw ratchet breaking your position a bit. 'what is he doing here? shouldn't he be fixing his tool?' you pondered to yourself. he walked over to where you sat and sat next to you, with his feet dangling off the side.

"I'm sorry" he muttered. he truly was sorry. he didn't understand how much you were affected by yelling. "what?" You asked being shocked by what he said. you were honestly a little taken back by the thought of him apologizing. "I'm sorry for yelling like that, I should've been more mindful and thought about the others around me." He apologized to you.

you were quiet for a moment taking in that he just apologized. "I saw the way that you ran off and felt guilty for yelling" He admitted as he glanced at your form. you felt a bit teary-eyed again after hearing that. you leaned against his body "thank you for saying sorry" You accepted his apology. "hmmhmm" He hummed as he put his hand over your back trying to smooth you.

[wandanatfluff]

A dream come true

Short series Fluff

This is part of a series. I highly recommend reading Seven words first.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Summary: Natasha and Y/n go and visit Melina, Yelena and Alexei, Natasha’s parents and sister. Something unexpected happens. (This takes place about 7,5 months after Seven words, meaning the reader is now about 8,5 months pregnant.) No spoilers!

Warnings: Description of giving birth (nothing bloody or too detailed though)

Word count: 2.2 K

A/n: Part two!

Natasha parks the car on the small farm and you let out a heavy sigh as you feel the baby kick, earning you a worried look from your wife.

“You sure you feel good enough?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, just a firm kick.”

You give Natasha a reassuring smile, allowing her to relax a bit. You move your hand to the doorhandle and open it, you wait for your wife to round the car, so she can help you to get out of the car. You’re almost nine months pregnant by now, which means your bump has grown quite big. Natasha holds her arm around your waist as the two of you walk to the door. Melina immediately answers the door, before Natasha could even ring the doorbell.

“If that isn’t my favorite daughter in law!”

“Привет. Как поживает моя любимая свекровь” (Hello. How is my favorite mother-in-law doing?) You say to Melina in your best Russian. “Ну, кто-то практиковал свой русский.” (Well, someone has been practicing their Russian.)

“Yeah, I got kinda sick of doing nothing. Natasha didn’t even let me walk to the grocery store.”

“Ho, stop. Don’t go there, I was just following the doctor’s orders.” Natasha says as the two of you enter the house.

“I know baby. I’m sorry.” You say, giving her a kiss on her cheek. Natasha takes your coat off your shoulders and hangs it on a hook. You smile at her. You suddenly get a little light headed, reaching for Natasha’s arms. She holds on to you tight, letting you lean on her until you’re feeling well again.

“You guys can sit on the couch. I’ll get you something to drink.” Melina walks to the kitchen and comes back with a glass of water. Natasha sits down sideways on the couch with her legs slightly apart, so you can sit between them, opening her arms. Gratefully you rest your back against her front. You take the glass of water Melina hands you and take a few sips, before handing it to Natasha, who puts it on the side table.

“Sorry about back there. I am really thankful for everything you do. I know I have been quite the pain in the ass lately.”

“What? No baby, you’re no pain in my ass. I love taking care of you, especially when you’re nauseous, sick and throwing up all over my new clothes… It’s cute.” Natasha says with a playful smirk on her face.

“Come on Tash, really? I’ve told you I’m sorry a hundred times.” You whine, putting your head in your neck, so you can see Natasha. She gives you a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“I guess you’ll just have to buy me a new one.” She chuckles, giving you another kiss. You move your eyes forward again, letting your head rest on Natasha’s chest as you close your eyes.

You begin to doze off, when a loud voice startles you awake. You quickly sit up straight, the action causing you to collide with Natasha’s chin, which was resting on your head. After you apologize to Natasha, you look at the source of the noise. Alexei is standing in the doorway, speaking loudly.

“Y/n!”

He walks over to you, pulling you into a tight hug. You gasp for breath as he nearly squeezes you.

“Alexei! Careful, you’re smushing her and the baby.”

“Oh, sorry. I forgot.” Alexei quickly steps away, his face turning slightly red.

“It’s okay. Good to see you too, you smile at him. You then look back at your wife’s scared expression. You reassure her you’re okay, before leaning back again. You make some small talk with Melina and Alexei about the Avengers and about how the farm is doing. You talk about the pigs, the chickens and the new horse they recently bought.

Around five o’clock Yelena comes in. It had started to rain just after you and Natasha had arrived and the blonde entered the house, soaking wet. Melina handed Yelena a small towel and when she was mostly dry again, she greeted you and Natasha.

“Hey sis and her preggy wife.”

“Hey Yel.” You both greet her and she carefully gives you a hug.

“How are the two of you doing?” She asks you.

“We’re doin-” Nat starts.

“No, not you Nat. Y/n and the little guy.” Yelena interrupts Nat. You frown at her words. You slowly turn your head to Nat, to see her looking at Yelena with an angry face.

“Yelena.” Nat exclaims annoyed.

“It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“It doesn’t matter, Nat. I’m sure Melina and Alexei can keep it a secret for the next two weeks or so.”

“Wait! You’re 8,5 months already?” Yelena interrupts you. Shouldn’t you be at home, resting?”

“That’s what I have done for the last few months. I’ve got enough sleep for a lifetime, read every book in the bookcase and watched every film on Netflix, Prime Video and Disney+. So I got a little bored, you know?” "Yeah... of course."

After you talked for another hour or so and Melina finished cooking, you all ate together. Although the food was delicious, you only ate a small amount, earning yourself a few concerned looks from Natasha. You felt her hand on yours as she softly whispered something.

“You okay, honey?”

You hummed in a response.

“I’m just a little tired I guess.” Natasha nodded and after desert she stood up, announcing your departure. You felt Melina’s eyes on you.

“Are you sure honey? You can sleep here if you want. It’s quite a long way home. Yelena is staying over too. You and Nat can have the spare room, you just have to refresh the sheets. Yelena can sleep on the couch.”

“I’m sorr-” Yelena protested, but one look from Melina and she nodded her head.

“I actually think that we would rather sleep in our ow-” Natasha was about to reject the offer, but you pulled her sleeve, stopping her from finishing.

“Actually, we would really appreciate that. Thank you, Melina.”

“You walked your pregnant body down the hall slowly, taking forever. Natasha came after you, supporting you.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go home?”

“I’m really tired Tash and the weather outside is only getting worse. I don’t want us to have to stop halfway the ride, or worse, crash against a tree.”

“Yeah, me neither. Let’s get you to bed.”

Natasha helped you get to bed. She brushed your hair and made the bed, while you sat on the chair. You nearly dozed off and you were almost asleep when you felt Natasha pick you up bridal style, carrying you to the bed. You didn’t protest, you were too tired. You laid your head against Natasha’s shoulder as she let you down on the bed. She gently put the sheets over you. You put one arm above the sheets, laying it over your belly protectively. Natasha gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead and walked to the bathroom. You relaxed your body, ready to fall asleep, when you felt Natasha getting under the blankets behind you, wrapping her arm around you, her hand covering yours on your belly. You gave in to her warmth for a moment before saying:

“Tasha baby, you don’t have to go to bed too just because I’m tired.”

“But…” She protested.

“No baby, get out of bed. I can fall asleep on my own fine.” You felt a kiss on the back of your head, before Natasha got out of bed.

“Sleep well baby.” She whispered, before quietly closing the door.

*** Ow

You opened your eyes, half-awake as you felt a wave of pain going through your body. You put both hands on your belly, the source of the pain. The pain slowly faded as you were still hugging your own body. You took a few minutes to fully wake up. You turned around, reaching out to Natasha. She wasn’t next to you.

“Hey babe.” You heard her voice, you looked up at her. She was sitting in a chair, reading a book. She stood up from her chair, walking to you.

“What’s wrong.” You were about to answer her, when another wave of pain hit you and you curled up in pain. Natasha’s eyes widened.

“Is- is it time?” You nodded as you puffed away the pain.

“Yes… I think… so.” Natasha’s eyes widened even further. Her demeanor suddenly changed. She couldn’t panic right now. You needed her.

“What can I do?”

“Get Melina.” You answered. Melina rushed to your room. She sat down next to you. Her hand on your back. She spoke to you softly.

“When the next contractions hits, I will measure the time between them. All you have to do is puff them away. You probably learned that at delivery training, right? You nod. Another contraction hits. Melina looks at her watch, puffing with you. A minute goes by and the contraction ends. You relax your body and look up at Natasha, who is standing in front of you like a statue, with a pale face. Melina looks at Natasha too and as soon as she sees her daughter, she orders her to sit down.

“Sit down, Natasha. We don’t need for you to faint.”

Natasha listens to Melina’s orders and sits down on a chair.

Ten minutes go by before another contraction hits you, forcing a cry to leave your throat. You feel a wet pool forming between your legs and you grab Melina’s arm.

“I think… my water broke.”

The contraction ends and Melina helps you to get up from the bed. You stand next to the bed, leaning on Natasha, who has stood up from her chair. Melina quickly pulls the sheets off the bed, throwing them in the corner of the room.

“Stay here for a minute. If she has another contraction, puff with her until it ends and measure the time between them.”

Melina leaves the room, going to her own room.

“Wake up Alexei.”

“I’m already awake.” He grumbles.

“Some idiot decided it would be a good idea to scream and-”

“Y/n’s in labor, now get out of your bed and put a pan with water on the stove.” Alexei quickly gets out of his bed, rushing to the kitchen. Not intending to be anywhere near you when you give birth to your son. Melina quickly gets some towels from her closet, laying them on the bed, before heading back to your room. She enters the room as another contraction makes its way through your body. Melina orders Natasha to carry you to her room.

Natasha picks you up bridal style and you hold on to her tight, your screams muffled into her shirt. She lays you down on Melina’s bed and carefully helps you undress you lower body. You make yourself as ‘comfortable’ as possible, letting your back rest against some pillows as Melina stand at the end of the bed between your legs. She tells you it’s time to push and you hold on tight to Natasha’s hand, almost squeezing it.

*** Melina carefully hands you the little guy, after she cleaned him with the water Alexei warmed and wrapped him in a light blue blanket. With tears staining your cheeks, you take him and press him against your chest. After you give the little guy a kiss you look to your left, at Natasha.

Her eyes are red from crying, her chest moving up and down quickly. You give her the little boy. With shaking hands, she takes him from your hands, afraid she’ll drop him. He’s the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. More tears start to fall.

It warms your heart, looking at your wife with your son. She is crying, but you know they’re happy tears. Her dream of being a mother finally came true. The two of you had a son. You knew she would be the best mother ever as she looked up at you, her eyes full of love.

You gesture her to sit down next to you and you wrap her and your son in your arms. Nat lays her head against your chest.

“What do you think of James? After Bucky?” Nat suggests.

“James.” You repeat “James Romanoff. Perfect.”

“Romanoff?” Natasha asks, looking up to meet your eyes.

“Romanoff. After his mom.”

A/n: When it says ‘your son’, ‘your’ is in plural, like Y/n’s and Natasha’s son.

[yuujispinkhair]

Anniversary Event: Date with your fave for @sukunassoulmate

Yuuji & Yel

Movie date

Movie dates with Yuuji are a regular thing in your relationship. The two of you spend most evenings cuddled up in bed watching movies or shows, but Yuuji also takes you to the cinema at least once a month. Today is one of those days.

You can't stop yourself from laughing happily when you see Yuuji jogging towards you with a big grin on his handsome face and a bouquet of roses in his hands. He looks so genuinely excited for your date night, already yelling from a few meters away:

"Heyyy cutie!! I am so happy to see you!!"

The moment your cute boyfriend stops in front of you, you get pulled into his strong arms, and Yuuji wraps you in one of his tight and loving embraces. You snuggle against his muscular body, hugging him back and smiling when his lips find yours in a tender kiss.

"I'm happy to see you too, Yuuji."

His honey eyes sparkle at you, and he smiles his pretty sunshine smile as he pushes the red roses into your hands. Always so sweet and romantic.

Even after several years of dating you, Yuuji still makes sure to shower you with his affection and love. You can't stop smiling when he takes your hand and interlaces your fingers, gently pulling you along through the busy streets towards the movie theater.

The two of you hold hands the whole way there, only letting go when Yuuji buys snacks at the snack stand in the cinema, popcorn, chocolate, and some coke the two of you can share.

"Baby, do you want anything else?"

You know he would buy the whole snack stand if you wanted. Your sweet boy.

Yuuji keeps a gentle but strong hand on your hip as he leads you to your seats.

He always takes seats in the back, ever since the first time the two of you went to watch a movie together. It's endearing how he always scratches his neck a bit sheepishly and mumbles something about having a better view of the movie screen and hearing more of the sound effects when sitting in the back, but you know the real reason is that he wants to make out with you.

But you love it that way. You love the way Yuuji puts a muscular arm around you and pulls you against his side, letting you lean against him and rest your head on his shoulder. You love the way he holds your hand and caresses your wrist with his thumb. You love the kisses he steals from you. The way he cups your cheek and cradles your face in his large hands to share slow deep kisses with you, not even minding that he misses half of the movie plot.

It makes your heart race and your chest overflow with love. You know that your boyfriend is such a big movie nerd. To think that he willingly misses long minutes of the plot so he can kiss you and whisper sweet love confessions to you makes you feel so happy.

And after all, you'll watch the film again in a few months anyways when it gets released on Netflix. So tonight on your date, you can just enjoy each other. Enjoy the butterflies you still get any time Yuuji takes you on dates. Enjoy being here in the back of a dark movie theater, just the two of you, kissing and feeding each other popcorn out of your hands, both giggling happily when you lick over each other's fingers. And when Yuuji presses a soft kiss to your palm, you feel like you'll burst from happiness.

After a while, one of Yuuji's large, warm hands lands on your thigh, and it stays there for the rest of the movie, caressing your naked skin where your skirt rode up when sitting down, squeezing your thigh gently anytime Yuuji leans over to steal more kisses from you, sweet and sexy. It's a little possessive gesture, just like the hickey he leaves on your neck. And a sweet promise. Your Yuuji's girl, and he will always treat you with so much love and care.

Yuuji gives you a piggyback ride home, carrying you with ease on his broad back, laughing the whole time while he reenacts some of the movie scenes. You can't stop smiling because he is so cute.

But suddenly, Yuuji stops and gently sets you back down on the ground. He looks a bit nervous when he reaches out to pull a single red rose out of the beautiful bouquet he gifted you earlier.

And before you know what's going on, Yuuji drops to one knee in front of you and holds up the rose while looking up at you with big honey eyes.

His other palm opens to reveal a ring he apparently made out of the paper wrapping of the drinking straw he got in the movie theater.

There's a hopeful glimmer in his pretty eyes when he smiles nervously up at you.

"I love you so much, baby, and I want to watch movies with you for the rest of my life. Will you please marry me? I promise I'll get a real ring tomorrow!"

What will you say?

Heyyy, my sweet Yel, I hope you enjoyed your movie date with your sweet boyfie (and future husband) Yuuji :) I remembered that time when you went to the movie theater alone to watch the JJK movie, and so I decided to give you the best movie-watching partner ever! I hope you enjoyed it!

Thank you so much for being my friend and screaming with me about Yuuji and Sukuna! I am happy that I met you! Love youuu babe <3

[k2padfoot]

hi!!! can i request a blurb/short story about getting into a fight with draco?? i love “angst to fluff” type content lol

I’m Not Her

Draco x Y/n

summary: Dracos past relationship left him with insecurities that he ends up pushing on to you.

warnings: none?? angst-fluff.

A/N: to my lovely who requested this, i’m so sorry it took this long. I rewrote this like 15x so I hope y’all enjoy!

You were a light in Draco’s world of darkness, you were the brightest star shining in his galaxy.

Before you became his wife, he had been in a toxic relationship that ended badly. For the first time in his life he had let his guard down and opened up to another person, never expecting her to betray him.

Astoria Greengrass. A beautiful, and smart witch who embodied the Slytherin title. How could Draco not have fallen for her so young? She seemed perfect to him, but it was all too good to be true.

All Astoria ever cared about was names. Her only intentions with Draco were for his popularity and reputation so it was no surprise to many when she cheated, but it was to Draco.

For awhile after their relationship Draco had built a wall up again and it took months for you to break it down.. but you did, and he’s never loved anyone more in his life. Even know things were okay now and he had you, his insecurities would still show every so often.

The sound of glass shattering filled the air as the cup of water he held was thrown towards the floor beneath you. You didn’t move, you just stood there with your eyes locked on his.

It wasn’t uncommon for Draco to throw things around or slam stuff when he was angry. You were used to it by now, and you knew he’d never hurt you. He may have his moments but he would never touch you like that.

“Merlin Y/n!! Can’t you just tell me what the hell you were doing?” Draco said raising his voice at you, and you stayed silent letting him continue. “I was worried about you, I was worried something bad happened! So now that you’re here why don’t you just tell me?” he said to you.

You scoffed at him and looked down at the kitchen floor that now had glass and water covering it, “I’m not sure what you thought I was going to do? You left for “family business” and I didn’t want to be all alone in this big house so I went out. You didn’t have a problem leaving me here, so I didn’t have a problem leaving as well.” you told him not backing down. That was the problem with the two of you, you both were stubborn as hell.

He sighed, “Where did you go Y/n?” Draco said as he looked deep into your eyes.

You rolled your eyes and leaned back against the kitchen counter, “I went to the leaky cauldron, it’s not that big of a deal Draco.” you told him.

“Well I think it is, you could’ve just told me. It seems kind of odd that you didn’t just say that.” Draco said.

You looked at him confused, “What are you trying to say right now?” you asked him.

His eyes looked away from yours, “I-I don’t know Y/n! I have no idea what the bloody hell you were up to, and I wouldn’t be shocked if it was nothing good!” he said while raising his voice at you.

You stood there in disbelief trying to understand Draco’s outburst, but it just didn’t make sense to you. “Merlin Draco, how dare you say something like that! I’ll have you know if I wanted to do something I could have. I can any damn time I want but I don’t because I have no desire to, I’m not Astoria and I never will be!” you yelled back to him.

Draco’s eyes landed back on your own, but this time filled with anger. “Well you’re acting like her so who even knows.” he spat at you harshly.

You couldn’t believe what he was trying to say about you, and you couldn’t stand there and take it any longer so without much thought words came bursting out of your mouth. “Wow Draco, wow. I thought you changed. I thought you weren’t so cold hearted anymore.. screw you!” you screamed at him with tears forming in your eyes.

Draco’s eyes darkened and his jaw was clenched tightly, “And I thought you were different Y/n!” he yelled back to you as he stormed up the stairs, leaving you alone. You slowly let yourself fall to the ground and quietly sobbed into your knees.

After Draco had stormed off to your shared bedroom leaving you in your sorrows, you decided you needed to relive some stress.

You slowly rose to your feet and slipped on one of the many Hogwarts jumpers you had. You walked over to the pantry and reached in for the pack of cigarettes you hid inside, and then shuffled your way over to the patio.

You walked outside into the cold brisk air letting it pierce your skin. Goosebumps were forming on your legs as you sat down on one of the benches that overlooked your garden. You quietly pulled out your wand and lit the cigarette in your hand, inhaling the smoke as relief filled your body.

The sky grew darker into deeper shades of the night as you sat in silence. The smoke that filled your lungs brought a sense of redress, yet you couldn’t help but find yourself stuck on Draco’s words.

Thoughts consumed you as you took the last few puffs of your cigarette, did he really think you would do something like that to him? Does he really feel like you act like her? Is he ever going to see you as just you?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching you.

“Can I sit?” Draco asked you softly. You looked deep into his pale blue eyes and that was all it took for you to give in, you nodded at him and gestured for him to sit down.

You didn’t say anything you just looked at him letting him know it was okay to talk. He sighed and shifted his body to face yours, “I woke up and you weren’t there. You weren’t right beside me and I felt my heart drop Y/n. I felt empty, I’ve never woken up without you and I never want to again.” he said as he looked into your eyes.

You nodded, “Okay. Is that all you came to tell me?” you said back to him. You wanted more than that, and you deserved more than that.

He reached out for your hand and held it between his, “No of course not. I knew you’d be out here, so I came as soon as I woke. I’m so sorry darling. I should have never ever said those things to you, and you’re nothing like Astoria. You are so kind, so caring, so outgoing, so beautiful, you’re extraordinary Y/n. And i’m sorry for letting my insecurities get the best of me. I realized when I woke up and you weren’t right there it wasn’t worth it. My stupid feelings were not worth hurting yours. I trust you Y/n, I don’t know why I got so upset.. I just never want to lose you to anyone else.” Draco said all in one breath as a few tears slipped down his cheeks.

You squeezed his hands, “I’m sorry for what I said about you.. I was angry at you for what you were insinuating about me. But still I shouldn’t have said that, I didn’t mean it..” you told him.

Draco’s eyes softened at the sad look on your face, “Darling I know you didn’t mean it. I started all of this, it’s my fault I shouldn’t have gotten upset with you over something so stupid. I love you a lot Y/n and I know you’d never hurt me like that.. I was just upset and I’m always afraid you’ll leave me because I know that you are way too good for someone like me.” he said to you and you felt your heart break a little at his words.

“Draco please don’t say that. You are more than good enough for me, just because we have a few bumps in the road doesn’t mean somethings wrong with you or me. You make mistakes and I do too, I’ve seen the worst in you and the absolute best and I’d always choose to stay. I know what you’ve been through and i’d never fault you for that. I’m in love with you Dray.” you said as a stray tear slipped from your eye and he smiled.

“I love you more darling.” Draco said and pulled you in for a soft kiss. “Now, can we go to bed love?” he asked you and you smiled back at him, “Of course baby.” you replied.

[alyafae-a]

𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐒 ( 1x06, this is long ) [ personals do not like do not reblog ]

—   “ kate, you’re my partner. your mess is my mess. ”  first of all. kate is his mess already thank you very much. second of all, YES HI THATS WHEN HE SIGNED THE ADOPTION PAPERS. and in a side note: wanna bet this is what he said to natasha as well? BC THATS WHAT HE DID —   look, clint building all these cool trick arrows is still my jam! i love it so much i can’t even explain it. like. just think about him sitting there, tinkering, building these cool arrows, trying out new ones etc. THIS IS FUN —   yel’s hairsytle is just so on point in this episode it’s a dream UGH I CANT —   the way i get nat & clint vibes from yel and kate. like it’s different of course but... it’s also the same —   kate tries so hard to just press another button. she tries. so. hard. AND JUST SLAPS YEL ngl hot. but got she’s like that smol child that just wants to push all the buttons. this is why clint needs a vacation! (he loves her of course) —   kate and yel ‘fighting’ is what i would have imagined them to be like if they had been in cw also the vibes again —   no but love how supportive they are, giving compliments and stuff. that’s what we want to see :3 —   natasha watching her sis trying to shoot clint like “sis... no... don’t” —   kate is beauty kate is grace ... not so much grace; also the way everyone makes clear they know her full name —   her and that dude talking about his relationship and how her advice has been helpful i CANT —   can’tget over jack either like... that dude... what —   clint didn’t even bother to try harder to fend off the dude... a mood —   LOOK CLINT SITTING IN THAT BIG ASS CHRISTMAS TREE IS EXACTLY WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE WHEN MY CAT IS SITTING IN OUR TREE = clint is a cat ... ALSO THAT OWL OH MY I LOVE IT —   NO BUT THE LARPERS SHOWING UP IN COSTUME GIVES ME ASGIA.RDIANS/ETER.NALS FROM WISH VIBES —   “ we’re all gonna die *laughs* ”  yes clint good that’s the vibe we want WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY —   the way clint didn’t want KATE to get her down from this tree. i wonder how long he would have been up there until he found a safe way down. it did look fun tho, would take that ride as well —   OKAY BUT CLINTS COSTUME! ITS SOMETHING ITS NOTHING I LOVE THE COLOR THO  IT MAKES ME HAPPY —   kate getting the dangerous arrows is literally just a puppy getting a new toy —   god them fighting together CHILLS they have no business being so epic. THE TOY CAR THO STOLEN BY AN OWL —   look, lesbian but clint shooting arrows without looking and hitting its aim is just so damn hot. like SERIOUSLY  —   “ nice shot ”  -  “ yeah, no shit ” ngl this reply does something to me? we love some good confidence. clint always has nice shots! that’s his whole game —   maya with her hair open hits differently

—   NO BC THE WAY @whistlewidow​ AND I HAVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT THIS AND ITS SO CLOSE TO BEING EXACTLY WHAT WE TALKED ABOUT !! THE FIGHT/CONVERSATION!!!! YEL NOT BELIEVING HIM AT FIRST AND HE PROVES IT TO HER LIKE!!!!!! —   I FEEL SO VALIDATED OKAY YOU HAVE NO IDEA !!!!  —   ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE WAY CLINT REALLY DOESNT EVEN TRY TO HURT YEL ??? HE ONLY BLOCKS HER AND IS JUST SO PASSIVE!! BC !!! HE KNOWS NAT WOULDNT WANT THIS —   cIint’s “ i couldn’t stop her ” bc he has always known she’s better than him  WE FOUGHT BUT SHE WAS BETTER THAN ME —   “ why do you deserve it? ” - “ i don’t ” my fucking clint its bc she loved her fam and wanted to do this for them —   THE WAY HE LETS HER HIT HIM!!!!  —   THE WHISTLE!!!! IT HAD TO BE SOMETHING LIKE THAT !! IT HAD TO BE SOMETHING SPECIAL BC OF COURSE NAT WOULD TALK ABOUT YEL “ SHE TALKED ABOUT YOU ALL THE TIME ” —   also thank you for summing up bw —   “ SHE LOVED YOU ”    i TOLD you he would say that I TOLD YOU SO —   “ i loved her so much ” - “ me too ” : NO BUT THE WAY THIS VALIDATES ME EVEN MORE bc my hc is still that clint and nat are soulmates (platonic & romantic) AND LIKE ITS ALWAYS BEEN OBVIOUS HOW IMPORTANT SHE IS TO HIM BUT TO HAVE HIM SAY IT HITS DIFFERENTLY I AM NOT OKAY THIS IS GIVING ME SO MUCH —   well, i wanted them to hug tho... like yeah wasn’t going to happen but... LOOK i wanted them to celebrate christmas together. she was supposed to meet his kids who loves auntie nat

—   kate saving her mom like, youre a good hero. also uh, kin.gpin’s hat is nice —   hmmmm the stab stab from maya :/ well done girl  —   also yeah i thought eleanor was going to die. but i guess... her being imprisoned ... close enough? —   the way she underestimates her own daughter like??? make it more obvious you don’t know her. but it’s okay that’s why clint adopts her —   the dude had an arrow in his chest of course this wouldn’t kill him. oh well but maya. hot.  —   GOD THE LARPERS also the girl flirting with jack? i mean, good for you. the way i wanna write jack tho? pathetic —   “ every now and then you come across somebody that just makes you better in every way ” this is so wholesome BC YES KATE MAKES HIM BETTER NAT MADE HIM BETTER for the sake of the show YES LAURA AND THE KIDS MAKE HIM BETTER!!! —   just clint being a dork tho, that’s my jam. that’s my boy —   “ AND I AM SO PROUD OF YOU ” CLINT IS SUCH A PROUD DAD AND HE LOVES HER DAD MODE ACTIVATE —   “ we gotta walk that dog ” don’t wanna know what lucky did all this time... bet he’s like vina —   GOD YES ALL OF THEM CELEBRATING TOGETHER IS JUST !! obvious BUT SWEET! and how they all welcomed kate bc yeah she’s part of the fam now —   LOOK LAURA!!!! also obvious but LOVE HOW MY CHARACTER TAG FOR HER IS EVEN MORE VALID NOW agent minx —   headcanon confrimed: clint sees a stray, clint must adopt —   kate’s name ideas YES i mean they suck but!!! —   “ I ACTUALLY HAVE AN IDEA ” ... TITLE

—   the way, in my mind, they would all celebrate christmas together. the bird fam, kate, lucky and yel. 

—   this fucking musical i can’t this is hell i mean i hate musicals in general but ... this hurts. x.x 

thx for reading if you made it this far. <3