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Doctor's In - Part 8
Summary: It's Thanksgiving, your first official holiday with Wanda. Someone stops by to create a little havoc.
Wanda Maximoff x F!R
All the houses look the same, at least to him. The navigation system in his rental car isnât any better.
Or maybe his sister gave him a fake address just to mess with him.
After a while, he decides itâs enough, pulling over when he sees someone jogging around the neighborhood.
âExcuse meâ
âHeyâ the woman says, stopping. Her smile is wide, and Pietroâs taken aback by how friendly she seems with a stranger.
âIâm looking for an address, can you help me out?â
âSureâ
âItâs Hill Drive 216â
âRight, well all you have to do is drive straight ahead for five blocks. Then turn right and then leftâ the woman says, leaning over the car window. As sheâs giving directions, he canât help but stare at her toned legs in full display.
âI really appreciate it. Maybe I can buy you some coffee to thank you?â
âSure. See ya aroundâ she says with a smirk, running in the opposite direction. Pietro didnât get her number, but he figures she might know Wanda. So theyâll meet again.
In no time, he finds Wandaâs house. The woman is already sitting in the porch, as if she can feel her twin brother coming.
âThis was supposed to be a surprise. You donât look surprisedâ
âYou asked my neighbor for my address. She called to know if you were a creep so sheâd call the cops on youâ
âWhat? She was so nice. And sheâs very hot. You should have told me you had hot neighborsâ
Wanda gives him a cryptic smile, but he doesnât have time to ask the meaning behind it, as Tommy and Billy come running down the stairs.
âUncle Pietro!â
âBratanâ he says, allowing the boys to tackle him to the ground. âYouâre so big! What is your mom feeding you two?â
The boys laugh, pulling him inside so they can tell him all about school, soccer and their videogames.
A half hour later, thereâs a knock at the door.
âIâll get itâ he volunteers. To his surprise, the girl he spoke to earlier is on the other side. Sheâs now wearing jeans and a long sleeved sweater.
âHey, Pietroâ
âI didnât⌠tell you my nameâ
But before he can connect the dots, Wanda walks past him, standing on her toes to kiss the woman.
âHey, baby. Apparently you already met Pietroâ
âOh, yeah. Heard he was hoping to get a hot date out of some simple directionsâ
At that, his sister and her girlfriend let out a laugh, and he groans, hiding his face in his hands.
â
It was totally worth it, to see Pietroâs face as realization hit him. You were Wandaâs girlfriend.
He looks shocked, and embarrassed as you walk past him, Wandaâs hand in yours.
âAt least the Maximoffs have consistency in their tasteâ you comment, making Wanda laugh and Pietro blushes.
âShe never sent me a picture of you, ok? How was I to know?â
âI didnât send it because I knew youâd fall for her and she is all mineâ Wanda rolls her eyes, arms around your waist. You kiss her temple, smiling.
âAre you staying for Thanksgiving?â you ask, curious about his plans for the holidays.
âThatâs the ideaâ
âYouâre little buddy Rogers isnât joining us?â you glare, so he knows you know what he tried to do.
âOh, yeah. Heard you felt threatened by him. Still jealous, Y/N?â
âJealous? Iâm a Trauma surgeon, for goodness sake. What is your job, by the way? Snowboarding? Or do you call it snow? You know, like Ken in the Barbie movieâ
âIt gets me all the girlâs phone numbersâ he arches an eyebrow.
âYou certainly didnât get mineâ
âStop itâ Wanda laughs it off to ease the tension, standing between you two. âItâs Thanksgiving. The holidays. A time to forgive and enjoyâ
âFine,â he agrees. âTruce?â
âNot until you take the kids for a movie so we have an afternoon to ourselvesâ you say, because now that youâre back to work itâs been harder to get alone time with your girlfriend.
âAlrightâ
â
âItâs very important to meâ Wanda says, stuttering lightly as you kiss down her neck.
âOf course, babyâ you say, holding her hips as she tries to continue the conversation. Sheâs saying something against your lips, so you roll her nipple between your fingers, which makes her quiet for a few minutes.
Then, youâre between her legs when she starts talking again.
âHeâs my brother, weâve known each other our whole lives. I really want him to get to know youâ
âWandaâ you sigh, defeated. You look up, with a smile at her disheveled state. âCan we not talk about your brother when Iâm eating you out?â
âSorryâ
You kiss her thighs, going up to lie next to her.
âOr am I that bad at giving you head these days, baby?â
âItâs not thatâ she rushes to say, straddling your lap. Wanda pecks your lips to appease you, hands going up and down your arms. You squeeze her hips, encouraging her to continue. âBut I mean it, I want you to get alongâ
âI was joking before. Mostlyâ
âY/Nâ she whines and you smile.
âOk, I just feel⌠the last time we almost broke up because he was trying to test me using Steve, right? Iâm a bit butthurt about it, you know Iâm proud and petty like that. And Iâm not⌠Iâve never met someoneâs family. I told you Iâm not good with this relationship stuffâ
âAll you have to do is tryâ she says, leaning down to kiss you. âAnd absolutely nothing will break us apart, my loveâ
âPromise?â
âSwearâ she says against your lips. You kiss her again, hands going down to her ass.
âCan I carry on now or would you like to talk about more family members?â
âCarry onâ Wanda giggles when you flip her on her back, but those turn to moans pretty soon, feeling how your tongue works through her folds.
â
âOk, guys, just like we practicedâ Pietro says as he parks in the street, looking at the twins. They nod, staying inside the car while their uncle walks to the door.
âHey, sestra⌠ah, seriously?!â
All he sees as he walks in is his sisterâs head thrown back on the couch, and he can guess where you are.
âI thought you locked the doorâ Wanda reprimands you, but you just smirk, getting dressed. You make sure that only Pietro is within earshot when you smack Wandaâs ass, and she yelps.
The man is glaring when Wanda opens the door, her hair a mess and your shirt all wrinkled.
âWhere are the kids? Why are they waiting in the car?â
In that moment, the twins open the car door, and you can see they are carrying a small, white dog. You want to cackle, because Pietro is so dead. But you keep a neutral expression, staying behind Wanda.
âYou idiotâ Wanda says, followed by a string of curses in Sokovian. Youâve never seen her this upset and itâs kinda hot.
âCome on, kids. Letâs go back to my place and bathe this little dudeâ
âNo, please donât leave me alone with herâ Pietro pleads as Wanda pulls him by the ear.
âSorry, I donât want to be a witness to whatever it is sheâll do to youâ you give him finger guns, hurrying back to take the kids to your place. Itâs pretty obvious Wanda wonât appreciate you using her bathtub to take care of the pup.
âSo, wanna tell me what happened?â you say once youâre in the bathroom.
âWell, we found Sparky outside the cinema. He was looking for food in the garbage and was so sad and aloneâ
âDo you think Mom will let us keep him?â Tommy says.
âLetâs take him to the vet tomorrow. Maybe he escaped home and his owners are looking for himâ
The boys remain silent as you rinse the soap from Sparkyâs fur. Of course, he shakes as soon as youâre done, drops of water flying everywhere. Billy and Tommy laugh, which makes you smile.
They had never brought up the subject of pets, but you have a feeling that itâs because Wanda had told them that the answer was going to be no, no matter what.
You use an old t-shirt and your blow dryer to get him all fluffy. He is a cute dog, thatâs for sure.
âCome on, letâs get back homeâ you tell the kids, letting Tommy carry Sparky.
Pietro is in the porch, hand on his cheek as he sulks around the stairs. His ear is so red from all the pulling that Wanda did and you almost want to laugh.
âShe wonât talk to meâ he mumbles like a grumpy teenager.
âJeez, I wonder whyâ
You walk inside, going straight to Wandaâs room. Still, you knock and let her know itâs you.
âHey, love. Woahâ as soon as you open the door sheâs hugging you, and you donât know if her tears are from anger or sadness. âIâm here, whatâs wrong?â
âPietro is so⌠immature! Why would he think itâs a good idea to bring a dog into my home? He is always like this. Now, Iâll have to tell the kids we canât keep him and they will hate meâ
âWanda, they wonât hate you. Breathe for meâ you run your hands up and down her back. âHereâs what weâll do. Tomorrow I will drive with the kids to the vet, theyâll check for a microchip or anything else that tells us if he has a familyâ
âThey always wanted a pet and I just couldnât do it, it was too much work for one person and IâŚâ
âAnd you are not alone anymore, ok? You have me. And as it happens, my familyâs always had dogs. Donât stress, leave it to meâ you say, kissing her temple.
âThank you. Iâm staying here. Can you make sure the kids have dinner?â
âOf course, babyâ
You make a couple of sandwiches and let the kids eat in the living room, while Sparky walks around and smells everything. Itâs a good sign that heâs not peeing in every surface of the house.
Once the kids have dinner, you take the dog to the backyard, noticing the wooden fence needs some work, or Sparky will be able to escape.
Another thing on your list.
âIs Mom mad at us?â Billy asks when youâre upstairs, tucking them in. Sparky is in the corner, sleeping between Tommyâs shoes.
âNot at all, kiddo. Sheâs just not sure we can take care of Sparky. Dogs can be a lot of work, ya know?â
âDid you have dogs?â Tommy says from his bed and you nod.
âYeah, we had all kinds of dogs. Big ones, small like Sparky. You have to walk them, feed them, take them to the doctorâŚâ
âMaybe it is a lot of workâ Billy says, dropping his shoulders.
âHey, no worries, we will figure it out. Just make sure youâre nice to your mom. She just wants the best for everyone. Rest now. And Sparky doesnât sleep on anyoneâs bed, got it?â
The kids giggle at that, and you roll your eyes, knowing theyâll probably break that rule.
â
âWeâre homeâ you announce.
âHow did it go?â Wanda says, while Pietro is in the living room, pretending to read.
âNo microchip. But he did get blood work and everything seems fine, we also got him dewormed and he can start with vaccination in two weeksâ
âYou know a lot about dogsâ Pietro says, but shuts his mouth the minute Wanda turns to glare.
âSo, yeah. We could call a shelter and ask if they can take himâ
âBut he would be in one of those cages, aloneâ Wanda says, sounding sad.
âI guessâ
âLetâs just keep him until we figure something outâ she decides, looking as the kids play with the dog in the front yard.
âYeah, ok. We got him some kibble, plates, a new leash and a bed, so heâs all set. Iâll just have to fix the fenceâ
âOh? Will you wear your tool belt?â she says, biting her lip. Pietro gags from his place in the couch. Wanda turns to scold him. âKeep it up and youâre staying in a hotelâ
âBossy. And mean. I love itâ you say, pulling her closer. You share a quick, but passionate kiss.
âI could fix the fenceâ Pietro offers.
âYou donât even know how to drive a nail,â Wanda argues.
âIâm trying to do something nice, sestraâ
âYouâve done enoughâ
They begin to argue like a couple of teenagers so you have to step between them, raising your hands.
âEnough. Pietro can help me when I fix the fence. We all win. Isnât that great? Two of your favorite people working togetherâ you say.
âOnly oneâ Wanda says and Pietro is ready to fight when you snap your fingers.
âTo your corner, Pietroâ you warn him, dragging Wanda to the kitchen. âHey, gorgeousâ
âMmm?â she melts when you rub that spot in her lower back that always relaxes her.
âI donât think Pietro meant to do any harm with this. At most, he thought youâd end up loving Sparky more than meâ Wanda laughs, and she leans against you. âHeâs visiting and youâre always talking about how much you miss him, so try to forgive himâ
âYouâre rightâ
âYou sound surprised,â you joke, kissing her softly. âI have work. Iâll be back tomorrow, ok?â
âDonât leave. I know nothing about dogsâ she pleads.
âIâm always one call away, love of my lifeâ you promise.
â
Five missed calls. You sigh when you leave the OR, though it is from an unknown number.
Before you can return the call or contact Wanda to make sure sheâs fine, Darcy finds you, dragging you by the hand without any explanation.
âDoes this belong to you?â she says, pulling the curtain to reveal Pietro, holding an ice pack against his right hand.
âIt belongs to my girlfriendâ
âIt? Seriously?â he complains, but Darcy ignores him.
âCame in with hammered fingers and cries every time I try to examine himâ
âI will take a look. Thanks, palâ you force him to remove the ice pack, ignoring his protests. âWhat happened?â
âI tried to fix the fenceâ
âMhmâ you bend his fingers and move them around, trying to check if thereâs a fracture. He complains and tries to jank his hand back, but you donât let him.
âCanât you take some X-Rays?â
Now, whereâs the fun in that?
âHonestly, I think youâll just have some swelling and pain. Letâs put a bandage in those three fingers and make sure you donât move them too muchâ
âAt least Wandaâs less mad at meâ
You smile.
âGlad to hear it. Did she drive you here?â
âNo, I wasn't in the mood to be lectured. I just told her I needed something from the hardware store and came straight to the ERâ
You nod, writing a prescription for him. Once youâre done, you take the hand, bandaging the three fingers together.
âYou know, I just worryâ he interrupts the silence.
âAbout what?â
âWell, has she ever told you about the twinsâ father?â
You glance back at him, arching an eyebrow.
âNo, and I respect that. If she ever feels like telling me, Iâm sure she will. So Iâd appreciate it if we keep it at that, Pietroâ
âIâll just say, he was the biggest asshole. And it almost destroyed her. I promised myself no one would hurt her againâ
You nod, still working in silence. Of course, the shovel talk. After the stunt he pulled with Rogers, this is nothing, really. Going along and nodding a few times might just do the trick.
âTo be fair, I never liked him. Youâre fine, I guessâ
âI can live with being just fine in the eyes of Frosty the snowmanâ you mutter, finishing the bandaging and giving him some pills. âNow go back home and let me take care of the fence when Iâm thereâ
An ambulance parks right outside of the ER and you excuse yourself. You donât notice Pietro hanging back, watching as you help the paramedics move a woman from their gurney to a hospital bed.
It isnât until a few hours later when youâre out of the OR and see a text from Wanda that you remember the incident.
Wanda: Thank you for checking Pietro.
Y/N: Happy to help the evil twin, love.
Wanda: What would that make me? The good twin?
Y/N: The hot, beautiful, angel twin.
The sound of your pager snaps you back to reality, which means the last hours of your shift will be busy.
â
âI should go and helpâ
âPlease, donâtâ
Wanda and Pietro are sitting in the backyardâs deck, watching as you fix the fence.
âDid you get Sparky as a test? To see how sheâd react?â
âThat is actually a great idea but noâ Pietro laughs, stretching his arms. âI canât believe you donât rememberâ
âRemember what?â
âWe were at school, back in Sokovia when we were five or six. The teacher asked us to draw our pet, but we didnât have one soâŚâ
âSo you drew a dragon and said you wanted one for our birthdayâ Wanda suddenly remembers, frowning. âBut what did I draw?â
âA white dog, with a very pink nose and fuzzy hair. And when we were at the theater, I saw him and thought, thatâs my sisterâs dogâ
Wanda laughs, trying not to cry at her brotherâs antics, wiping the corner of her eyes before she gets emotional. She reaches for his hand and he squeezes it, smiling.
âWhy havenât you told her about how you had the twins?â Pietro asks after a while, his voice soft.
âBecause⌠Iâm afraid sheâll see me differently. And I donât know if itâs worth it, dwelling in the past. Itâs done and nothing can change itâ
âItâs not about dwelling in the past, itâs about sharing everything that makes you who you are. And thatâs a big part of itâ Pietro insists, standing up when the boys show up with Sparky. âWeâre going to the park. See you for dinnerâ
Wanda stays on the deck, watching as you finish replacing the last wooden panel.
âI am so ready for a shower and a napâ you sigh, plopping down next to her. âAt least Sparky can be out safely nowâ
âHow can I pay for your very hard work?â Wanda says, and your hand squeezes her thigh.
âI can think of a few ways, Mrs. Maximoff. But when Iâm not all sweatyâ
âYouâll have to leave the toolbelt on, thoughâ she says, making you laugh as you kiss the spot behind her ear.
You enjoy the breeze as you sit together on the deck, drinking a beer while Wanda looks out her yard.
âIf I told you something, would you promise not to judge me?â
âI would never, my loveâ you say, putting a strand of hair behind her ear gently. âWhat is it?â
âItâs about the twinsâ
âUh. Did Pietro put you up for this?â you click your tongue. âYou donât have to tell me anything; whatever the situation is, I imagine itâs not easyâ
âI think⌠It would help explain why heâs so protective of me. And I want you to know, I doâ
âAlright, then. Iâm listeningâ
It takes her a moment to gather her thoughts, looking at her clasped hands.
âWe met in collegeâ she begins. âI was 20 and he was on an exchange program. Came from Oxford University, I think. We were in different faculties but somehow crossed paths at a party and got talking. It was the first time I was in loveâ
âHe was elegant and acted like a gentleman, and said funny things without being crass. He acted differently than the rest of guys I ever tried to date. So we were together the whole semester, until winter break came. I was considering inviting him over to spend Christmas with us when he got an unexpected visit from his fianceâ
You breathe deeply, knowing where this is going. Wanda still wonât look at you, and she takes a moment to continue.
âUhm. So, yeah. The minute I saw them together I wanted to scream, but all I could do was hide. I felt like such an idiot. He didnât even try to find me and apologize. And for a few weeks I was⌠sick. I threw up every morning, and felt tired. But I thought it was stressâ
âWanda, Iâm so sorryâ you say, pulling her close and kissing her temple. She leans against you, letting your touch ground her. Wandaâs hand goes to hold your own, and you squeeze it, trying to show your support.
âWhen I realized what it was, I tried talking to him. I thought he at least deserved to know. But he just wanted to give me some money to deal with it, in his wordsâ
Those words make your heart ache, but you grit your teeth. You admire Pietroâs self control more than ever.
âIâm gonna need you to give me a name so I can find him and kill himâ
âI let that go, for my sake. I had two babies to care for. No matter how it happened, I knew I always wanted them. So I told my parents everything and then Pietro, wellâŚâ
âHe went crazy, I can imagine. Canât really blame himâ
âSo, now you know it all. I still have things to figure out, because sometimes the kids ask me about their father and I donât know how to tell them he never cared about usâ she sighs, leaning against you.
âWeâll figure it out together, when the time comesâ you promise, kissing her cheek. âAnd you donât have to be afraid of me judging you, you did nothing wrong, Wands. Iâm so sorry you had to go through thatâ
âI just thought⌠I wanted you to knowâ
âDid you ever see him again? I mean, does he even know their names?â
âNo, and I hope it stays that way. If he comes back, I donât want him anywhere near Tommy and Billyâ her voice shakes with emotion, and a bit of her accent comes back.
âThatâs ok. We wonât let it happenâ you promise, kissing her temple.
âI love youâ
âI love you too. And our boysâ
âAnd our dogâ she says, which makes you look back at her. She smiles at your shocked expression. âWeâre keeping Sparky. No further commentâ
âYes, Maâamâ
â
The twins couldnât believe it when Wanda told them they could keep Sparky. Pietro smiled as the kids hugged their mother, promising to always take care of him.
âYouâre the best mom ever!â Tommy says, running around the living room.
âYouâre welcomeâ Pietro mocks as he walks past her, and she elbows him.
You spend the evening watching a movie in the living room, Sparky sitting between both boys.
The 36 hour shift, coupled with the work on the backyard leaves you exhausted, so 15 minutes into the movie you begin to fall asleep.
âCome on, sweetheartâ Wanda says when your head keeps loling to the side. âYou need to restâ
âNo, but I wanna know what happens with Big Welderâ you mumble. Wanda stands up, kissing your forehead and pulling you all the way to the stairs. After brushing your teeth and almost sleeping while standing up, you plop down in bed, taking everything off and deciding to sleep in nothing but your underwear.
âVery temptingâ Wanda comments when she sees you.
âI thought youâd be watching the movieâ you stretch, appreciating how Wandaâs eyes linger on your breasts.
âUh, they started playing video games. So that was my cue to goâ she crawls into bed with you, not ready to go to sleep but wanting to share some alone time. âBefore I forget, who are you inviting for Thanksgiving?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, dinner. Weâre having turkey, the Bartonâs are stopping byâŚ. You do know itâs this Thursday, right?â
âI havenât had a Thanksgiving dinner in like 15 yearsâ
âYouâre kiddingâ Wanda says, and you shrug your shoulders.
âI started volunteering when I was 16 to avoid being home. And you know I rarely went back for that stuff. I think the most Iâve done is eat pizza with Darcy while weâre workingâ
âWell, Darcy should come too! Have her over, I only get to see her at the hospitalâ
âYou sure?â you say, smiling nervously. All you know about holidays in the last decade has been the chaos of a hospital.
âYeah. Itâs gonna be great, youâll love itâ she promises, kissing you.
â
Chaos isnât exclusive to the ER, it seems. Youâve had a busy morning, mowing the lawn, cleaning the deck and getting ready to set a large table for everyone whoâs joining. To your annoyance, Pietro is using his bruised hand as an excuse to not help.
âYouâre doing greatâ he gives you a thumbs up and you want to throw the broom straight to his head.
âYou could help your sister in the kitchenâ you say, wiping the sweat from your forehead and coming to look over his shoulder. âTinder? Seriously?â
âYeah, check this outâ he says, showing you some of the matches heâs had.
âOh, wowâ you whistle at a picture of a blonde woman in a bikini. Youâre about to comment something else when you hear a cough behind you. Of course, Wanda is staring, her signature head tilt letting you know youâre in danger.
âI mean, oh, wow, what a horrible, unattractive person. Blegh. So not my typeâ you say, pretending to gag.
âIâm only letting it slide because itâs Thanksgivingâ she warns and you nod.
âYes, love. Iâm sorryâ
Pietro snorts and you turn to slap the back of his head.
âSestra, are you gonna let her do that to your brother?â
âYesâ Wanda says, leaning forward to snatch his phone. âCome help me in the kitchen. Nowâ
âYou know, Iâm twelve minutes olderâ he says as they go back inside.
Once youâre done with mowing and picking up the dry leaves, you set a table across the backyard and some lights for extra decoration. Hoping the kids wonât look, you set up a trampoline you know theyâve been asking for.
âAlright, come superviseâ you ask Wanda, and for some reason the entire Maximoff entourage follows behind.
âIt looks amazing!â she says, inspecting the lights you installed. âI love theseâ
âI know. I may have stalked your Pinterest board, @witchy16â
âBilly, look!â Tommy points at the trampoline, running to try it out, his brother close behind.
âBe carefulâ Wanda warns. âIâm not sure I love thatâ
âThey can use it only when Iâm aroundâ you promise, turning to her. âThat way I can get more alone time with my girlâ
Wanda laughs, but the sound is drowned out by your lips on hers, and your hands travel south to squeeze her ass.
âIâm right here!â Pietro complains, which makes you smirk.
âI didnât see you, sorryâ Wanda says.
âI didâ you smile, earning a slap on the shoulder from your girlfriend. Something pings in the kitchen, so she excuses herself.
âYou know, we usually save the presents for lastâ
âWhat presents? This isnât Christmasâ you say.
âPeople give each other presents during Thanksgiving too. Isnât it obvious? How do you give thanks to someone? You get them somethingâ he insists, which makes you doubt yourself. Pietro leaves to join the twins on the trampoline.
Maybe heâs right. What if Wanda got you something and after everything sheâs done to make sure you enjoy this holiday, you have nothing to give back.
Fuck.
âHey, sweetheart. Are you done in the backyard?â Wanda says when you walk in.
âI⌠yeah. Do you want me to do anything else?â
âNo, thatâs fine. Iâm just letting everything in the oven for now. Come sitâÂ
âActually⌠I need to go check somethingâ you lie, feeling awful about it. But you have to get her a present.
âAt the hospital?â
âYes. I wonât take long, I promiseâ you say when she looks disappointed. âIâll be back in an hour and Iâll help with whateverâs missingâÂ
âI just want us to spend time together,â she smiles, taking your hands. You lean forward, kissing her. âOh, and call Darcy, I just want to confirm sheâs comingâ
âYes, my loveâÂ
Pretending to be super calm, you walk to your car. You only let panic take over when youâre driving around, finding the traffic to be awful. Seems like people always leave everything for the last minute, and you hate yourself for not thinking about this sooner.
You canât let Wanda down.
Darcyâs the only person who can help out, so you call her while you try to find a place to park.
âHelloâ
âHey. Wanda wanted to confirm youâre coming to dinnerâ
âI am, only for the amazing food. But the hospital will page me if thereâs an emergency so donât expect me to stay for longâ
âGot it. By the way, did uh, your family happen to give each other presents during Thanksgiving?â
âNo, they only get drunk and yell at each other. Why? Do I have to bring a present? Because then Iâm outâ
âNo, that was just me being stupid, never mind. See you at sevenâ
You hang up, leaving the car to walk around the shops. Most of them are closed, because of course, itâs a holiday. The only places still working are supermarkets. So, what? Will you have to get your perfect girlfriend toilet paper and say âhappy holidaysâ?
After walking down several blocks, you finally find a jewelry store open.Â
âWelcome. How can I help you?â a woman says.
âHi. I canât believe youâre open at this time of dayâ you comment, looking around the store. Wanda never really wears bracelets, or earrings. Necklaces, yes. Though theyâre always very discreet.Â
âYou wouldnât believe the amount of people who have to buy a peace offering for the holidaysâÂ
âHuhâ
âOr last minute engagementsâÂ
âOh. Thatâs definitely not the caseâ you smile, and something behind the woman catches your eye. âThatâs a nice pearl necklaceâ
The woman puts on her sales hat, telling you every detail about the very elegant, very real pearls and how it is an absolute must for any woman. It honestly doesnât take a lot of convincing. Itâs beautiful and you remember how Wanda mentioned she always wanted one, but considered it a bit of a silly expense with two kids and no real use for it.
âIâll take itâÂ
âYou donât want to look at the price?â
âI imagine itâs those four figures thereâ
âYesâ
âYeah. Thatâs fine. Iâm a trauma surgeonâ you explain with a smile, feeling a little smug.Â
âSheâs a lucky ladyâ
You donât really agree, considering this is very last minute. For the twins, you decide to take some of the Christmas presents you started to buy for them and store at your house.
And as much as Pietro annoys you, youâll have to get him something too.Â
Looking at the time, you decide to keep shopping for a bit longer, hoping no one notices if youâre gone too long.Â
Wanda definitely notices. By the time you come back home, youâre sneaking around with a few boxes but she comes out of the kitchen.
âWhere have you been?âÂ
Her tone makes you jump, and you look at her with wide eyes.
âIâŚâ
âDoesnât matter. I need you to go to the supermarket and get me some boxes of mac and cheese for all the kids. And a few bottles of wine, in case Laura and Clint stay longerâÂ
âOkâ you say, wishing she had called you since you were around the supermarket not long ago.Â
By the time you finish all her errands, itâs four and youâll only have an hour or two to rest.Â
âHey, hereâs everything you asked forâ you greet with a smile, hoping Wanda is less stressed now.
âOh, thank you, sweetheart. I think the Bartons arenât even staying for dinner so I made you go for no reason, Iâm sorryâ
âItâs okâ you say, putting your arms around her. âWhatâs wrong?â
âI want this to be perfect. For you to know that having a family is nice so you wonâtâŚâ she trails off, trying not to look at you.
âSo I wonât, what?â
âSo you wonât leave. Itâs sillyâ
âHey, Iâd never leave⌠sorryâ you grumble, looking at your phone and ignoring the call.
âIf you need to pick up...â
âItâs just my landlord asking about the lease renewalâ you roll your eyes which makes her laugh. âAs I was saying, I donât need a perfect Thanksgiving as a reason to stay. I love you. Thatâs itâ
âI love you tooâ she smiles, leaning forward to kiss you. With your hands on her cheeks, you deepen the kiss, enjoying how she sighs against your lips when your tongue darts out. Then, your hands travel south to squeeze her ass, encouraging her to put her legs around your waist.Â
âHey, can weâŚ? Ugh, not againâ Pietro says, covering his eyes. âWeâre thirstyâ
Without dropping Wanda, you go through the stuff in the fridge and hand him some drinks.
âWeâll be upstairs, donât go up in⌠20 minutesâ you say, making Wanda giggle.
âYou guys are gross,â Pietro complains, crashing against the table as he keeps his eyes closed.
âCome on, letâs make those 20 minutes countâ you say, carrying Wanda to the bedroom.
â
The Bartons arrive at 7, just like Wanda told them to. Sparky is the main attraction, as all the kids coo and aw at the funky little dog that loves all the attention.
âPietro, nice to finally meet you. Iâve heard so much about youâ Laura says.
âOnly good things, I hopeâ
âThat must have been a short conversationâ you laugh at your own joke, while Pietro glares.
The kids run around the yard as Laura and Wanda chat, Clint handing over Nathaniel to you while Pietro talks about his job.
Darcy shows up a little later, and you make your rounds, introducing her to everyone that hasnât met her yet.Â
âYou againâ she says when her eyes land on Pietro.Â
âWhat? Youâve heard a lot about me too?âÂ
âYeah, mostly bad shitâ
âBad wordâ all the kids turn to point at her, and she facepalms.
âFuckâ
âTwo bad words!â Cooper says. Laura covers Lilaâs ears, though she is laughing. You clasp your hands over Darcyâs mouth because you know she can keep going forever.
âKids, have you tried going on our brand new trampoline? You can take Sparky with youâ that gets them distracted enough, running away to the backyard. âThere. Donât worry, it took me a minute to get used to the no swearingâ
âThis is why I donât hang out at PG-13 events. Anyways, I brought some stuff to make pumpkin cocktails and guacamole. Help yourselvesâ Darcy says, holding a bag of tortilla chips.
âNobody eats guacamole at Thanksgivingâ Pietro says.Â
âThey do if theyâre Mexican. We can pretend. Iâll call you Pedro all night longâ Darcy says just to annoy him. âPlus, this is all I can makeâÂ
âAre all surgeons bad cooks?â Wanda teases, and youâre dumb enough to answer honestly.
âNot all! Carol is actually a great⌠huhâ you scratch the back of your neck at Wandaâs glare.Â
âSomeoneâs in trouble,â Pietro guesses.
âYeahâ Wanda tilts her head, making you smile weakly.Â
âIâm making cocktailsâ Darcy interrupts everyone, dragging you to the kitchen. For a while, you talk about some patients that arrived during the day, but it was still a strangely calm shift at the hospital. It was usually busy during dinner or after that some people got injured, while driving back home.Â
âTake this to Wanda, that will make her forget that Carol commentâÂ
Approaching slowly, you put the drink in front of your girlfriend, who takes a sip and then coughs.
âWow, what is this?â she laughs, the alcohol strong enough to knock her off her feet.
âA fire hazardâ Clint comments, able to smell it across the table. Still, Wanda sips on the drink and nods, enjoying the taste.
âGo easy, Miss Maximoffâ you joke, which makes her smile.
âI still remember why Iâm mad at youâ
âThen forget what I said, take these like tequila shotsâ
âCarol is an ex,â Pietro says, putting together the information.Â
âAs in Carol Danvers? Niceâ Clint comments, earning a slap on the arm by Laura.
âThread carefullyâÂ
âAh, jeez. Look what you made me doâ Clint laughs, looking at you.
âPumpkin cocktail for Laura coming right upâ
âIâll bring it, I have to check the turkeyâ Wanda says, slightly slurring her words.Â
âIf you go anywhere near the oven, leave that thing hereâ Clint points out, not wanting to put out fires on his day off.
You take Wandaâs place, sipping casually on the rest of her drink. Everyone stares as you donât even make a face to the amount of alcohol on it.
âWeâve known each other since collegeâ you explain. âSo this is just like drinking waterâ
While you keep chatting in the backyard, Darcy and Wanda are both in the kitchen, your friend making herself a drink while Wanda turns off the oven to get the turkey ready.
âWant another cocktail?â she says, pushing a glass towards Wanda. The woman grabs it, sipping again. The sweet taste of the pumpkin hides a bit of the alcohol, so the punch isnât hitting quite yet.Â
âListen, I know your brother already gave my friend the shovel talkâÂ
âReally? When?â Wanda says, a little too loudly.Â
âBack in the hospital. And I had to hold off on mine because you were always in my territory and I didnât want to seem like a bully. However, now is the time to tell you⌠sheâs my best friend, has been since college. Life hasnât been particularly fair and her mother certainly didnât help, though Iâm sure sheâs made it seem like no big deal, but Y/N really does deserve someone nice and kind. So donât break her heart. Under any circumstanceâ
âIâm not planning to, Daisyâ Wanda nods her head, her thoughts a little fuzzy.
âNobody plans to hurt someone they love. And Iâm Darcyâ
âIâm a little drunkâ Wanda clicks her tongue, leaning on Darcy as they go back to the backyard.Â
âEverything ok, love?â you say when Wanda comes back, and to your surprise, she sits on your lap instead of a chair.
âThese things are strong. A couple more and Iâll consider doing that thing you wanted to try in bedâ
âOh, dear Godâ you blush, while Clint, Laura and Darcy whistle. Pietro covers his ears, gagging. âNo more cocktails for you⌠at least with the kids aroundâ
The Bartons stay a little while longer, eating and drinking until Lila and Cooper approach Clint.
âCan we get a dog?â
âThatâs our cue to goâ he sighs, standing up.
âPlease, we want one!â Lila insists, and you laugh at Clintâs defeated expression.
âWeâll seeâ he compromises. âCome on, we gotta stop by at your grandparentsâ
They leave, thanking you for the food and you promise to take the twins and Sparky to play at the farm very soon.
Pietro finally gets off his ass to bring the turkey, which looks absolutely delicious. He carves it, saving the biggest piece for his sister.
âI love Thanksgivingâ you say, enjoying whatâs probably the best meal youâve ever had.
âMe tooâ Darcy agrees, getting seconds and thirds of everything. Truth be told, you never get to sit around and eat as much as you like so this is a total luxury for a workaholic doctor.
As youâre finishing up, Wanda takes out a pecan pie.Â
âIâm in heavenâ Darcy comments upon the first bite.
On the other hand, you cannot hold back a moan, which makes Wanda bite her lip, one of her hands going to squeeze your thigh.Â
âHey, quick question, will you marry me?â Darcy says to Wanda and you elbow her.
âRight in front of my pecan pie?â
âIâm just saying, if you donât, I willâ
âShe better get a ring thenâ Wanda says, smiling at you. Your mind goes back to the woman at the shop, telling you about those last minute engagements.
Surprisingly, Pietro is the one that changes the subject.
âYou know what I always find funny? How the flavor makes my throat all tingly. And my tongue numbâ
Everyone looks at him in silence, until Darcy speaks.
âThatâs an allergic reactionâ
âWhat? Noâ Pietro dismisses her point.
âIt isâ you insist, which earns another hand gesture from the man. âOh, youâre right, what do we know? We only went to medical schoolâ
âYouâre so dumbâ Wanda says, laughing and holding her sides. âYouâve been allergic our whole lives? Oh, my God!â
âVery funny, sestra. But now you canât make this anymoreâ
âHey, eat a granola bar or somethingâ Darcy snaps, getting a second slice. âWhy should we pay the price for your weakness?â
âLetâs finish the pie so he doesnât get an allergyâ you tease.
Darcy and you keep eating while Pietro is instructed to clean up the table and load the dishwasher. As the celebration ends, Darcy goes back home with tons of leftovers.
âIâll walk you out â you say, accompanying your friend. As youâre chatting, your phone rings again.
âYour mother?â Darcy guesses when you ignore the call. You click your tongue, putting the phone back in your pocket. âLet me guess, sheâs calling for the usual wish you were here bullshit while never calling in advanceâ
âYeah, thatâs our thing. This year Iâm not in the mood to do it, thoughâ
âWell, sheâll hopefully get the hintâ Darcyâs pager goes off and she sighs. âThere it isâ
âWant me to tag along?â
âItâs fine. Iâll call if it gets too crazy. Bye, palâ
You wave as she drives away, walking back with Sparky. For a second, you feel guilty and think about calling your mother back, but this day has been perfect and you donât want to ruin it.
âHey, kiddos, did you have fun?â you ruffle Tommyâs hair when you get home, getting Sparky his dinner.
âYeah, it was awesome!â
âWell, you better check your rooms because I got you a little presentâ
As usual, Tommy is faster, but Billy is right behind him, both of them shouting excitedly.
âWhat is all that noise?â Wanda says, alarmed.
âJust following traditionâ you explain with a smile, waiting for the kids to open their presents.
âWhat tradition?â Wanda says, looking confused.
âThanksgiving presentsâ
Then you hear it. Pietro snorts a laughter from his spot in the kitchen.
Motherfucker.
âIâm gonna kill you, Evil Twinâ you say, going straight to where heâs standing. Pietro runs around the kitchen island, putting distance between you two.
âStop it, you two!â Wanda says, hands on her hips.
âSorry, love. But heâs got it comingâ you throw a towel his way, and take advantage of the distraction to jump over the counter, falling on top of him.
âCool!â Billy says, watching as you have Pietro in a headlock.
âHow are you so strong?â he complains, unable to free himself.
âIâm in the ER, do you really think I donât have to deal with drunk assholes?â
âEnough!â Wanda shouts, pulling you by the belt loop of your pants until youâre off balance. âExplainâ she asks standing between you two.
âHe told me you gave each other presents during Thanksgiving!â
âWe love ours!â Tommy says, showing the stands for their controls. You smile, fixing your shirt.
âWell, youâre the only ones getting one. Your uncle is definitely notâ
âYou got me something?â
âYes, and it was a damn good presentâ you smile, knowing the curiosity will drive him crazy.
âCome on, can I have it?â
âNoâ Wanda and you say at the same time.
You make fun of him, and then Wanda tilts her head.
âDid you get me something?â
âOf course I didâ you pat the back of your jeans, finding the necklace box there. âHereâ
Wandaâs eyes widen as soon as she opens it, her hand covering her mouth.
âWhat? You donât like it? I can return it. Or maybe I canât. But you donât have to wear itâ you rant, afraid that itâs too much for a tradition that isnât even real.
âSweetheart, stopâ she says, smiling. âI-I love it. Thank youâ
âWell, I love youâ you lean forward, letting her kiss you. Billy and Tommy protest at the contact, something that they have unfortunately picked up from their uncle.
âCan I have my present? Please?â Pietro says.
âNo, wait until Christmasâ you say.
âAnd for this little joke youâre gonna clean the kitchenâ Wanda says, pointing at all the dirty pots and pans.
âMy joke got you a pearl necklaceâ
âChop, chop, Pietroâ she ignores him, pushing the kids upstairs so they can get ready for bed. âYou two stink, go and take a showerâ
âWhere do you want me, Bossypants?â you joke, standing next to her.
âMhmâ she smiles, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. âYou like it when Iâm bossy?â
âYes, Maâamâ
âThen go shower too. And stay in bed. You were running around all dayâ
âWanna join me in the shower?â
âIâll help Pietro clean. Or weâll never hear the end of itâ she says, smiling when you pull her close, kissing her cheek.
âDonât be longâ
By the time Wanda comes up, youâre asleep, wearing nothing but shorts and a t-shirt.
The gentleness of her lips against your neck wakes you up with a shudder, and you bring your hand to rub up and down her back.
âAre you done with cleaning?â you say, trying not to yawn. Wandaâs teeth, marking the spot between your shoulder and neck jolt you awake. âBaby?â
âYou always give me so much. I want to thank youâ she says, moving down your lap. You lean on your elbows, unsure if youâre understanding what sheâs saying.
âWanda?â youâre about to ask something else, but the words get stuck in your throat when you feel her rubbing her nose against your clit through your shorts. âI⌠uhâŚâ
âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing is wrongâ you say, having trouble breathing when she pulls down your shorts, revealing youâre not wearing any underwear.
âPerfectâ Wanda smiles, leaning down. You can tell sheâs hovering, teasing you with anticipation. Even when she kisses the inside of your thighs, it feels heavenly.
You make the mistake of looking down, and Wandaâs eyes meet yours. She has a predatory smirk on her face, one youâve never seen before. She knows how much you want this, she can see it, smell it. Youâre about to plead for her to continue when she goes down, tongue licking a strip down your center.
âFuckâ you say, your legs instantly going to close around her head. Youâre so sensitive and sheâs sucking on your clit with such abandonment. Wanda lets you ride her face, enjoying the feeling of your juices coating every inch of her chin.
When youâre close to coming, she manages to pull free of your hold, pushing her hair back. Her chest is heaving, face glistening with your arousal.
âWha-â she doesnât let you finish, pulling down her own shorts, and crawling on top of you.
âI want you to come with meâ she sighs against your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself. Her pussy comes in contact with yours, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel her wetness.
âBe quiet for meâ she hisses, though thereâs certain tenderness in her voice. Her palm covers your mouth, and Wanda only moves when you nod, pushing her hips against yours.
âWandaâ you plead, not knowing exactly what youâre after. Even though sheâs also getting pleasure out of this, sheâs still very much in control, keeping you steady as she rocks her hips, setting the pace.
As your breathing quickens, Wanda picks up the pace, and your arm snakes around her waist, pulling her closer until she drops her body on top of yours, moving and panting next to your ear.
âIâm closeâ you breathe, and the way she bites down your neck is what pushes you over the edge, letting out a groan and a string of curse words that would put your best friend to shame.
Wandaâs release follows, and you let her dig her nails in your shoulders as she comes. She relaxes against your chest, her heart slowing down as you run your hand up and down her back.
You donât need to look to know thereâs a mess of sheets and clothes around you. Wanda is too far gone to care, the intensity of her orgasm and the exhaustion of the day making her doze off.
âCan we make this into a tradition?â you whisper against her temple. She laughs, cuddling against your side.
âTotallyâ
â
Wanda: Hey
Y/N: Hey, gorgeous
Wanda: Miss you
Y/N: Miss you more.
Y/N: Thinking about that mindblowing orgasm too.
âSomeone got laid for Thanksgivingâ Carol reads over your shoulder and you huff.
âMind your business, Danversâ
âDarcy said it was the best meal of her life. What do we have to do to get invited next year?â she says as you walk down the hospital halls.
âGo back in time and not sleep with meâ
âDamn. Wandaâs still jealous? Would it change if Iâm a married gal?â
âYou set a date?â you stop Carol, excited to hear more.
âYour invitation should be in the mail soonâ
âCongrats!â you smile, pulling her for a hug.
âThereâs one more thing⌠I was wondering if youâd be my maid of honorâŚâ
The request catches you completely off guard. Carol had been your friend since you arrived at the hospital, but considering everything that happened, youâd figure Maria wouldnât be comfortable with that.
âI mean⌠I would love to, but Mariaâ
âSheâs fine with it. Understands it was just a distractionâ
âAww, that makes me feel so specialâ you put your hands over your chest, sighing dramatically.
âYou know what I meanâ Carol says, making you walk to the ER. âSo, you in? Youâll have to do dress fittings. Organize a bachelorette party. Make sure Iâm there on timeâ
âFine, yes. Oh, did I mention we got a dog?â
On the way to the ER, you show Carol a bunch of pictures of Sparky, and sheâs still obsessing over his funky hair when you find Kate, finishing some charts.
âHow was your night, Bishop?â
âA bit crazy. Some accidents on the road, and cuts with kitchen knives⌠but itâs been pretty quiet nowâ
Carol gasps and you want to scream.
âDonât say the q word, Bishopâ you plead.
âWhy?â
Two ambulances park right outside and you nod towards them.
âThatâs whyâ
True to the lore, the word quiet attracts a wave of emergencies and freak accidents that take up most of your shift.
Thatâs not what has you on the edge of a nervouse breakdown, though.
During your first break of the night, you answer a text from Wanda, telling her youâll be sure to be there for Pietroâs dinner tomorrow, as heâs finally leaving on Monday morning.
No one ever leaves a voicemail so you check out the notification, and you wish you hadnât.
âFor someone who works in the ER, you sure as hell arenât around for family emergenciesâ your mother says. âWell, itâs not really an emergency, but you get my point. Weâre gonna be in town, Janeâs probably applying to Westview university next year. Call me when you can, it would help if you give us a tour around the city. And pick up the damn phone, itâs Thanksgivingâ
Kate finds you in that moment, making you jump out of your seat.
âYou wanted me toâŚâ
âFollow up with the patient in 403, yes. Iâm going out for a while. Call me if itâs urgentâ
The first thing you want to do is throw your phone away, but you settle for walking to a nearby store, looking for a pack of cigarrettes and a lighter. If you didnât have a shift to go back to, youâd certainly get a bottle of cheap booze.
As you sit on the sidewalk, your hands tremble when you light up a cigarrette. Itâs been ten minutes and youâre through the third one when Darcy stops by.
âWhatâs the matter with you?â
Since you canât find the strenght to explain it, you hand over your phone. Your friend physically recoils at the sound of your motherâs voice, thatâs how much she dislikes her.
âIâm sorryâ Darcy says, sitting next to you. âShe might not even make time to see you, sheâs probably just pretending, like with every holidayâ
âItâs not just that, Darcy. What if Jane goes to Westview University? Iâm going to⌠Iâm going to be worrying about whether or not sheâll be around. If her daughter needs anything, sheâll call me, if something goes wrong and I donât find a way to fix it immediately, Iâll be the screw up of a daughter who never cares about her family. Iâm gonna have to move, thereâs just no way I canâŚâ
âSlow downâ Darcy sits next to you, her hand on your shoulder. Her touch helps you stay calm, and you breathe slowly. âThatâs a massive if. You donât know if itâs happening. And weâre both very much aware that you could do everything your mother asks and it still wouldnât be enough. Donât let her control youâ
âI donât know howâ you admit, your voice breaking down.
âThatâs okâ Darcy pulls you in, hugging you. âWeâll figure it out. Or just take her to the nastiest places in town, sheâll never let Jane come here againâ
You let out a laugh at that, wiping your tears.
âI love you, friendâ you say, feeling exhausted.
âUgh, you always get so emotional when that witch is lurking around. Careful or youâll end up proposing to Wandaâ
âI donât want my mother anywhere near Wanda. If she says anything hurtful to her, I swear to God sheâll really regret the minute she pushed me out of her fucking insidesâ
âDamn, bitch, now thatâs the fire I want to see in youâ Darcy claps, pulling you up. âCome back inside. Heard itâs been non stop since your minion summoned the entire cityâ
âYeah, she said the q wordâ
âQueefâ Darcy sighs and you cackle.
âSassy queefâ
â
The last thing you want to do when your shift is over is have dinner and be social, but you promised Wanda.
So you walk through the door with a smile on your face and some flowers for your girlfriend. Wanda greets you with a kiss, but quickly pulls apart.
âDid you smoke?â
âUhâŚâ
Seems like the entire pack of gum after smoking for the last 48 hours didnât do the trick.
âYes, sorry. Iâll go use some mouthwash and change clothesâ
âHold onâ Wanda pulls your hand, looking at you. âWhatâs wrong? You only smoke if youâre stressedâ
âSestra!â her brother calls, and youâre actually grateful for the interruption.
âIâll tell you later. Pietro needs your helpâ
Thankfully the conversation centers on the other Maximoff and his plans for the upcoming weeks, now that the conditions seem more favorable for snowboarding.
You ask a question here and there, but mostly keep to yourself, eating the chicken paprikash and drinking wine. Yeah, you definitely drink a couple of glasses to keep your cool.
If Wanda notices, she keeps it to herself once again.
âWell, sounds like youâll be needing a pair of brand new glovesâ you say to Pietro at one point, taking out a box from behind the tv. âHidden in plain sightâ
âSheâs a keeper!â he exclaims when he notices the fine material. âIâm definitely coming back for Christmas nowâ
âHey, you better get me something nice tooâ
Youâre halfway the second bottle of wine when everyoneâs done with dinner, and the kids are debating between going for ice cream or watching a movie. Itâs safer to stay in the kitchen, cleaning everything and hoping you can excuse yourself early.
Truth is, you really want to drink until you pass out but that would raise too many questions with Wanda.
âThey settled on Jumanjiâ Wanda announces when youâre drying your hands.
âMmkay. Iâll take Sparky out for his walk thenâ you volunteer, rushing to get his leash before she can ask anything else.
The cold air makes you sober up a little, remembering what Darcy told you.
Donât let her control you, donât let her ruin your life.
Youâve told Wanda your relationship with your mother is not the best, but how could you possibly explain thatâs a wild understatement?
âIsnât that the cutest dog?â Agatha greets Sparky, who wags his tail. âWhatâs their name?â
âSparkyâ
âOh, wowâ Agatha waves her hand in front of her nose. âBooze and cigarrettes, did you have fun at the casino?â
âUhâŚâ
âCome on, Iâll get you a special tea. It always helpsâ
She rushes you to her porch, making you sit while Sparky is on your lap, comfortably napping.
âOne cup of âspecialtyâ. Hah! Get it? Special tea, specialtyâ
âVery clever⌠oh, wow! Does this have peppermint?â
âYes, clever girlâ
âMy grandmother grew peppermint on her front yard. I always loved the smell of it⌠even the taste when she made teaâ you smile, sipping slowly.
âEverything ok, kiddo?â she asks after a beat of silence.
âNo, not reallyâ
âWell, Iâm here if you want toâŚâ your neighbor says, petting Sparky.
âI mean, thank you, but I feel like I donât have a lot of people to tell this to, without being judged. Because you know what it is? I fucking hate my mother, Agathaâ
To your surprise, the woman letâs out a loud laugh.
âOh, honey, please. Tell me about it. My mother was a witchâ
âIs that figuratively orâŚâ
âI mean, who knows. She was evil, thatâs for sureâ Agatha rolls her eyes, and then looks at you. âYeah, I get it. Most people say that you have to love your family, just because you share blood. Blood is thicker than water, they say. Meanwhile, they donât know the full phrase is the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the wombâ
âIs that so?â
âTrust me, I knowâ Agatha nods. âMy mother would tell me I was evil, I was bad. Just rotten to the core, in her own words.â
âIâm so sorryâ
âDarling, you donât owe anyone an explanation. You have your own family with the Brady bunch over there.â
âI guess a part of me still believes sheâll apologizeâ
âDonât hold your breath. And if she doesnât, it still doesnât mean you did something to deserve her shitâ
âThank you, Agathaâ
The woman pats your leg, smiling.
âMy love, are you coming back to bed?â a voice says from the inside of her house and you almost snap your neck looking back.
âComing, Rioâ
âI had no idea I was interrupting, Iâll leave right nowâ you stutter, carrying Sparky down the steps of the womanâs porch.
âDonât sweat it, hot stuff. She needed a break after everything we just didâ Agatha winks.
âGood talk, bye Agatha, bye Rioâ you wave your hand, running back home all flustered.
The kids are with their uncle watching tv when you go inside. You let Sparky go so he can sit on the couch with them, and go upstairs to get changed and sleep.
Once youâre settling in bed, Wanda pushes the door open, eyeing you curiously.
âSweetheartâ is all she says. Itâs both a question and an affirmation.
âItâs been a long dayâ you admit, too tired to pretend youâre ok, but also not in the mood to explain everything.
Maybe your mother wonât even come, and youâll have shown Wanda how broken and fucked up you are for no reason. She doesnât need to know it. Not now, at least.
âLet me helpâ she offers, climbing on your lap, kissing every inch of your face. You hold on to her waist, digging your fingers in her flesh. âI love youâ
âI know. I love you tooâ you smile, finally connecting her lips with yours. Sheâs meant to comfort you with her touch, not wanting to start something else, because everyoneâs downstairs. But when you swipe your tongue across her bottom lip, Wanda lets out a groan, nails scrapping your scalp as you deepen the kiss.
âPleaseâ you say, switching positions so sheâs on her back, you on top. You donât really know what youâre asking for, but she can sense your desperation, holding on to your shoulders.
âItâs ok. Iâm here. Use me, love. Take meâ
Those words spurr you on, making you go down to kiss her neck, unbuttoning her shirt and leaving a trail of marks all the way to her hips. You desperately pull at her pants, immediately going down on her, your touch impatient as Wanda covers her mouth to keep quiet.
âPleaseâ she manages to ask, and you give her more, stretching her with two of your fingers. âMoreâ
Youâre happy to comply, adding another digit and working them in and out of her clenching cunt, while you go back to meet her lips in a messy kiss.
âI fucking love youâ you say against her mouth, and that sends Wanda over the edge, arousal gushing out of her with each of your final thrusts.
âI was⌠supposed to make you feel betterâ she says, trying to catch her breath.
âOh, trust me. You didâ
Wanda laughs, looking at you lovingly while you kiss her temple.
âI love you tooâ she says when your lips meet hers for a quick kiss.
âI know. Iâm very lovableâ
Her laugh makes you forget all the bad shit youâve been carrying with you for the last day and a half.
â
âTake care, bratâ Wanda says, her arms going around her brother. âSee you soonâ
âYesâ he then says something in Sokovian, making Wanda laugh.
âDo you guys know what theyâre saying?â you approach Billy and Tommy.
âNo, mama hasnât taught us any Sokovianâ
âWe think itâs so they can say bad words without getting caughtâ
âHuhâ
âWhat is all that mumbling Iâm hearing?â Wanda says, making you stand straight.
âNothingâ the three of you say at the same time, making her laugh.
âRelax, sestra. You two, be good while Iâm gone. And if youâre not goodâŚâ
âBe carefulâ they finish the sentence, laughing.
âAnd youâŚâ Pietro points at you. Wanda is about to intervene, thinking heâs about to give you another shovel talk. but you wink at her, smiling. âWelcome to the familyâ
âThank you, Evil Twin. See you at Christmasâ
âYouâre dressing up as Santa this yearâ he says in a low voice and you laugh.
The man gets in his car, waving goodbye one last time.
âAlright, you two, weâre gonna be late for schoolâ Wanda says, and the routine slips you back to reality.
âHeyâ you say, pulling her close to you. Before she can answer, you kiss her, hands on her cheeks. She squeezes your wrists, smiling. âDo I really have to be Santa?â
âWeâll seeâ she laughs, kissing you once again. âCome on. We got a busy day ahead of ourselvesâ
You smile, letting her take you back home.
Whatever happens next, you just need Wanda to get through it.
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Can you do a Homicipher Mr Gap x transmasc reader smut fic? Maybe w him eating the reader out? Perhaps?
cws/tws: female genitalia verbiage, oral, fingering, begging, edging
omg,,, my first homicipher request!! i have been so in love with all of the characters in this game and it has been so fun playing through all of the routes! i do get easily jumpscared bc i am a coward but hey, fear and adrenaline adds to emotions I am pretty sure ;> as always~ the fun stuff is under the cut~
Where were you again...? Oh, right, you were stuck down here, running around mindlessly, looking for an elevator that may or may not bring you back to your world... And everyone surrounding you was a creature that was almost beyond human comprehension. But... they were kind, kinder than anyone had ever really been to you, and they cared, they cared so much about you, about how you felt, about how your body ached and reacted. Sure, it could have been because they wanted to do experiments on you, maybe even take your arms, but it being cared for like this felt so nice. Honestly, it would be a waste to leave everyone down here. How would you even live life normally again after meeting everyone? A soft groan escaped your lips as you rolled over on the bed, flopping your head down into the pillow that had definitely been untouched for a while, but it was better than laying on the ground. You could not imagine how it felt for Mr. Chopped- where even was he? Where was anyone? The room suddenly felt far more cold and empty than it had before. Anxiety crept into your chest and in an attempt to comfort yourself, you pulled the white blanket up to your head, wanting to hide from the vast empty echoes of the labyrinth where you found yourself confined. ... Why did it feel like you were being watched...? Lifting the sheet up hesitantly, you tilted your head downwards, unknowingly holding your breath as you glanced down at your legs. Nothing... You set the sheet down and let out the breath you had been holding, looking around the room. You were just being paranoid because you were alone, there was nothing to worry about, you were sure Mr. Crawling would be around at any moment and you would feel better. Shaking your head, you lifted the sheets to lay back down and- "AHHHH!!!!" Your whole body jumped, a scream involuntarily coming out, legs pressing together as you made eye contact with Mr. Gap smiling up at you from under the covers. "When did you get here?!" you yelled, fingers trembling as you held the sheets up, eyes wide.
"I help..." Mr. Gap mumbled, a smile on his face, his visible eye upturned with small crinkles in the corners of them. "Is there a reason why you are smiling so hard?" you asked, a smile on your face, wondering what organ or part of your body he was going to ask to take. Mr. Gap tilted his head, not understanding your question, his smile still ever-so-prevalent. "Give?" he asked. "Me want have." Mr. Gap repeated, his voice a little more firm. You could feel his warm breath hitting the insides of your thighs, goosebumps appearing on your skin from the warmth in the cold room. "Want what?" you asked, thighs shifting to close from the embarrassment of Mr. Gap's head being so close to such intimate areas. "Want you." Strong hands wrapped themselves around the inside of your thighs, pinning them open despite your attempts to force them closed. "M-me?!" your voice squeaked in surprise as your pants were ripped clear off of your legs. Mr. Gap's face leaned forward, huffing your scent, his fingers digging deeper into the squishy flesh of your thighs. "Smell good. Smell like. Want. Want. Want." Mr. Gap repeated, massaging your thighs in his palms obsessively, his words melting into mere mumbles as his teeth caught the fabric of your underwear, ripping them off (though you were unsure if he ate them or dropped them onto the bed, they were destroyed anyways). "Mr. Gap..." a breathless mutter came from your lips as Mr. Gap's mouth wrapped around your pussy, his tongue frotting against your clit. Your hips lifted at the sensation, a small whine leaving your lips as Mr. Gap's tongue started to speed up, greedily lapping up the arousal that started to drip from your vagina. How did he even know how to do this? Your hand slid beneath the sheets, wrapping your fingers around his hair as his tongue buried itself inside of your pussy, rubbing against your insides, easily gliding around in your arousal. Mr. Gap let out a low groan, a noise you had never heard him make before as his hand slid up your thigh before hovering just below his chin. His lips wrapped themselves hungrily around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves as two of his fingers circled around your soaked and sensitive entrance. A moan of pure desperation and a need like none other you have felt before came from your agape mouth, tugging on Mr. Gap's long hair, which had started to become knotted between your fingers. Your gazes caught one another, and you could see and feel his smile get wider before he sunk his fingers without warning into you. Your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, walls clenching around Mr. Gap's unforgiving fingers that slid deep inside like he was going to pull your internal organs out from you. Your hips rocked, riding his fingers as his tongue pressed against your clit, flicking up and down as he sucked. Those calloused fingers provided a much needed texture, curling inside of you and forcing your walls wider open. Hearing such beautiful mewls coming from you, and feeling your hips starting to tremble, closing in on your orgasm, Mr. Gap cruelly slid his slick-covered digits out of your pussy, rubbing your hole as you gasped and looked at him with eyes that could only be described as downright pathetic. In an action even more cruel, he pulled his mouth away from your swollen and throbbing clit. Your head lifted, your eyes wide in surprise as he rested his head on your thigh and just smiled at you, a taunting, cruel smile. "You know exactly what you are doing..." you whined out, rolling your hips towards his face. "Me funny." "No," you retorted back with a pout on your lips. Mr. Gap laughed, fingers still mindlessly rubbing your opening, which was now soaking the sheets beneath you. "Me funny. You cute." Mr. Gap looked up at your face, which was twinged pink before he pushed three of his fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out of your hole far rougher than he had before. At full force, your orgasm hit your body at full force, crying out Mr. Gap's name as your cum squirted into his mouth and he greedily swallowed it.
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Song of the Wind part 2
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âWhat do you mean you met your mate?â
Azriel almost flinched at his brotherâs loud voice.
âWhen? How? Where?â Cassian continued just as loud. âAnd why havenât you told me before?â
Azriel really appreciated his brotherâs excitement, but he was simply too loud for him.
âCalm down Cassian,â Rhys luckily felt similarly. âBut we would like to know, if youâd like to tell us.â
Azriel was super excited that he met his mate, but heâs quite worried he scared you away.
It had been two months since the attack on Adriata, which meant that you had been on his mind for every calm moment the past two months.
But he had to control himself and stay away so that you would be safe in the war. But now that the war was over, he found it harder and harder to stay away.
âI flew her to the palace during the attack on Adriata,â Az explained.
Cassian gaped at him.
âTwo months?! You have known for two months and you didnât tell me?â
This time, both Azriel and Rhysand flinched at Cassianâs yelling. Azriel just nodded at him.
âHave you any contact with her?â Rhys asked him.
Azriel shook his head this time and let out a sigh. How he would have loved to have contact with you. To see you and your adorable face again.
âWeâll have to change that then.â
âI thought I would let her come to me. I fear I scared her away,â Azriel explained.
âIâm sure you didnât,â Cassian reassured him.
âWe can send a letter to Tarquin or Varian and ask if they knows her. Whatâs her name?â
âY/N,â Azriel said and he couldnât hold back the big smile that grew on his face. Saying your name aloud was so amazing. He felt such a comforting feeling spreading through his body.
A laugh from Rhys pulled him from his thoughts. Cassian punched him in his arm.
âYou were even worse when you first told us about Feyre,â he said.
âOkay okay, but Iâll send them a letter today,â Rhys said.
Azriel felt extremely excited at the thought of seeing you again.
Every time Azriel saw Rhys he wanted to ask him if his letter had been answered. However, he also tried to act stoic and neutral, so he never actually did ask him.
Then, a week after the letter was send, they had gotten an answer.
Azriel was at family dinner with his entire family when Rhys walked in with a letter in his hand.
Azriel felt his heartbeat rising, but he decided to stay calm until Rhys had given him the letter.
âAzriel, I have a letter for yo-,â Rhys stopped speaking as Azrielâs shadows ripped the letter out of his hand and dumped the letter in Azrielâs lap.
Azriel felt slightly embarrassed by his feelings, and as Cassian and Rhysand started laughing, he only felt worse.
âWhatâs going on?â Mor asked and Feyre looked just as confused.
Azriel felt surprised as he realized Feyre didnât know. When he decided to tell Rhys about his mate, he sort of assumed that would be telling Feyre too.
Cass and Rhys looked at him with hopeful eyes. They wanted him to tell them, but it was his choice.
He looked once more over at Mor and Feyre.
âI found my mate,â he said and continued speaking even though both the females let out surprised gasps. âSheâs from Summer, so we sent Tarquin and Varian letters to ask if they know her.â
If was a little bit of silence before Mor spoke.
âWhat are you waiting for? Open the letter then!â
Az let out a small smile and was about to pick up the letter when his shadows did it before him and ripped up the letter.
They pushed the letter into his face and he took the letter before he waved the shadows away from it face.
Hello, Azriel.
Iâm happy to hear youâve survived the war.
Itâs nice to hear that youâre looking for me. I have to admit, Iâve been hoping to hear from the ever since we met.
Iâm relieved to know that the mating bond have snapped for you to. And I have to say that I have been thinking about you, a lot.
My mother and brother wishes to meet you. Iâm afraid that theyâre quite conservative when it comes to dating and that they expect propper courting after Summer-standards.
I hope that youâll come to dinner next Friday.
Sincerely,
Y/N
Azriel felt his throat dry up at your words. He also felt his heart go crazy, felt himself fall in love with your handwriting and the need to hold his shadows close so that they wouldnât show all his emotions by going crazy swirling through the entire room.
âWhat did he say?â Cassian asked.
âIt was from Y/N. Iâm invited to dinner with her family next Friday,â he rasped. His throat was too dry to speak normally. âShe also wrote that her family is quite conservative and that they expect a proper courting after Summer Court standards.â
âFirst of all, youâll need a chaperone,â Varian explained. âSomeone whoâll bring out your best qualities and make sure to keep a civil and respectful atmosphere.â
Civil and respectful atmosphere? Not Cassian then, not that he could have gone either way, being banned form Summer.
He couldnât bring Mor, that was just wrong. Bringing Rhys or Amren felt to intimidating.
âFeyre?â he asked and Varian agreed.
âYouâll need to bring flowers to her mother and call her mother and brother madam and sir. You shouldnât be in alone in the same room as her and you have too be extremely polite. Ask if you can help with anything and compliment the food.â
Azriel nodded and tried to remember every detail Varian gave him.
âAnd I would recommend not wearing anything black.â
âYou look great, Az,â Feyre tried to comfort him.
He stood in the entrance of the River House and tried to find a way he felt comfortable in his Summer clothes.
He wore a cream colored linen shirt and blue linen pants. The lightness of his clothes made him uncomfortable, but he wanted to impress you.
Feyre wore a summer dress. She looked relaxed and happy. Azriel wished he could take some of her calmness.
âReady to go?â She asked.
Azriel nodded, even though he felt more nervous than he had ever before.
He picked up the flowers for your mother and went over to Feyre. She winnowed them to your home. You had explained the way in your letters.
It was a small house with a big blooming garden. It was also in a very different neighborhood than where he had found yon during the attack on Adriata.
âHallo,â a deep voice sounded from the front door of the house. Your brother, Azriel realized. âWelcome to our home.â
âThank you for the invitation,â Feyre replied with a bright smile.
âIâm Mateo, Y/Nâs brother,â he said. âCome in, please.â
Azriel let Feyre walk in before him. Both as a sign that he respected her, but also because he was freaking terrified and needed her to go first.
They walked inside and removed their shoes. Mateo showed the way to the dining room. Thatâs when he first saw you.
Last time he had seen you, your face and body was covered with fear. This time, he only saw beauty.
You glowed in a pretty light blue dress and your hair had different kinds of flowers in it. He felt his knees weaken a little and he ended up hiding his shadows completely to keep them from covering you.
You stood a few steps behind your mother. Both of you were smiling brightly.
âGood afternoon,â your mother said. âWeâve been looking forwards to your visit.â
âThank you so much for inviting us,â Feyre said and moved slightly to the side so that Azriel could move towards you and your mother.
âWeâre very grateful for your invitation, madam,â Azriel said. He got surprised by the shakiness in his voice. He tried to shake away his stress and gave your mother the flowers.
âThank you very much, Azriel,â your mother spoke and Azriel felt so relieved.
Your mother then moved slightly to the side so that you stood right before him.
He had to hold back the urge to hug you. To feel your body against his once more.
You made a small curtesy and Azriel responded with a small bow, just as Varian had learned him.
As you stood up, he lifted his hand and you put your own upon his. He felt the warmth of your hand and he struggled to think about anything that wasnât you and your hand.
His eyes met yours and he felt himself get lost. They looked so peaceful and bright.
Suddenly, you moved your gaze from him towards the table and then back.
Azrielâs eyes widened a little, before he sprung into action. He couldnât fail this quickly.
He led you towards the dining table and only let go of your hand when he pulled out a chair for you to sit in. You sat down and he helped you push the chair closer to the table.
He checked the point of his mental checklist and tried to remember what he was supposed to do next. But then he smelled you.
Your scent filled his entire nose and mind. He closed his mouth that he didnât realize was open, to prevent it from drooling. He felt his wings almost slump to the ground at the comfort he felt from your scent.
Feyre made a small sound behind him and pulled him back from his daydreaming.
Your mother! He was supposed to help your mother to the table.
He straightened his back and tightened his wings, before he made his way towards your mother.
She gave him a little smile, her eyes almost looked full of pity.
Azriel had failed, hadnât he?
Azriel seated your mother as Mateo helped Feyre. Then, Azriel and Mateo sat down last.
The food was already at the table and Mateo and your mother filled their plates first, before Azriel and Feyre got food and lastly you. It was some sort of special tradition.
âSo Azriel, what do you do?â Mateo asked you.
Azriel, who had just taken a mouthful of food, hurried to swallow before he answered. He felt his tongue and throat burn from the heat of the food.
âIâm the spymaster of the Night Court,â Azriel explained.
âThat doesnât sound safe. Are you gone often?â
âI have periods where Iâm gone a lot,â he answered. His voice faltered more and more. He really wanted to impress you, even though he was sure your mother already disapproved. He picked up his cup, hoping water would help him sound less stressed.
âWill you leave less when you become a father?â Was Mateoâs next question.
Azriel chocked on his water.
âMateo!â You exclaimed. Your eyes were wide.
Azriel drew a nervous breath.
âI would definitely give a lot of the work I do now to my spies, but Iâm afraid I would still need to leave a little for the more important missions.â
Mateo nodded, he seemed almost happy with his answer.
âWould you live here or in the Night Court?â
Azriel had luckily prepared to answer that question.
âI would prepare to stay in Velaris with my family, but I would be open to live here as well.â
âY/N?â He asked next.
âI wouldnât mind living in the Night Court,â you said and Azriel felt himself smile. He had imagined the two of you in Velaris so many times. He loved to think it would happen eventually.
Mateo continued the questioning throughout the dinner. Some questions for him and some for Feyre.
âThank you for a delicious meal,â Azriel said as he thought all of you had finished eating.
Thatâs when he saw your mother still held her fork in her hand.
He felt the need to slump his shoulders in disappointment, but he kept them up. He felt like he had failed everything this evening. He forgot to help your mother to the table, he choked and answered poorly to your brotherâs questions, he didnât call your brother sir even once and he spoke before everyone was done eating.
His heart was beating so loudly in his chest as he bowed goodbye to you. A small voice inside his head told him to look closely at you. To look at your adorable cheeks, your bright eyes and your soft hair. Because, he wasnât sure your mother and brother would ever let him as you again.
He kissed your motherâs hand and gave your brother a solid handshake as a goodbye.
Feyre led the way out of the house and Azriel felt himself breathing calmer in the summer air.
They stepped into the small garden and were making their way out of your home, when a voice stopped them.
âWait!â
Azriel has never turned around faster than when he heard your voice. He, the spymaster of the Night Court, almost lost his balance from the spin.
You stopped right in front of him.
âYou did really well. Theyâre really happy,â you said to him.
He was sure he gaped at you. How could he have done a good job when he failed so much?
âThank you,â he said back, even though he didnât believe you.
You then shifted your gaze and looked at Feyre. Azriel turned his head and watched as Feyre turned around.
He looked back at you and then you stood up at your toes and kissed his left cheek.
The small action made him lose all control. Suddenly his shadows got loose from his no longer strong grip and they started playing with your hair and stroking your cheeks. It was like they were kissing your cheek as well.
You laughed a little.
âIâll se you soon, Azriel,â you said and walked back inside.
Azriel had to pull his shadows to the opposite direction to prevent them from following you
âI never knew you could be that flustered,â Feyre said.
âShut up,â he muttered back through his giant smile.
Dividers by @cafekitsune
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enemies
summary: the love-hate relationship between Rafe and you
warnings: small mention of violence
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author's note: english is not my first language
The first time you met Rafe Cameron, you were barely six years old. You clearly remember how his stepmother, Rose, welcomed you into her home with a perfect smile, while your mother insisted that you play with him and Sarah so that you wouldnât be alone.Â
The Cameron house was as intimidating as its miniature owner. Rafe was nine years old and had an attitude that made him seem much older. He looked down at you from the top of the stairs as if you were an intruder, someone who didnât deserve to be in his space.Â
âSheâs the Daviesâ daughter?â he asked in that mocking tone that would become his trademark.Â
âYes, and I want you to be nice to her.â Rose ruffled his hair before turning to you, but Rafeâs gaze was already fixed on your shoes, which were muddy from playing outside before coming in.Â
âI hope she doesnât touch anything, Rose.â His voice was dry, as if he was already tired of you before he really met you.Â
From that day on, your relationship with him was marked by constant clashes. Every visit to the Cameron house felt like a cold war disguised as childish games. He always found ways to make you feel out of place, like the time he took your doll from your hands while you were playing with Sarah and threw it across the garden.
âIf you donât know how to play well, donât play.â That phrase of his stuck in your mind.
In adolescence, the gap between you grew wider. While Rafe became the most popular boy among the Kooks, you began to spend more time with the Pogues. Your visits to the Cameron house became less frequent, and when they coincided, things always ended badly.
âLook at you, youâre a Pogue now.â His tone was always hurtful, accompanied by that arrogant smile that got on your nerves.
âAnd youâre still the same idiot as always.â Your response was almost automatic, as if after so many years the discussions between you were a rehearsed routine.
But the real problem wasn't just his words. It was the way he always found a moment to annoy you. During a beach party hosted by Kooks, for example, Rafe made sure your drink ended up spilled all over your new dress.
But it wasn't all enmity, when the search for gold began, your world became more complicated. You spent your days with the Pogues, planning, looking for clues, and trying to avoid Rafe, who seemed willing to do anything to get the treasure. The tension between you, which was already high, skyrocketed. It wasn't just childish enmity now; it was real danger.
Rafe had no limits. His eyes were always filled with that spark of arrogance, but behind it was something darker, something that made him unpredictable. Despite that, you never imagined you'd find yourself in the position you found yourself in one afternoon in the dense woods surrounding the Outer Banks.
You were following a trail of marks on the trees along with JJ and Kiara when you heard a noise. You broke away from the group, promising them youâd be back quickly. What you found was Rafe, kneeling beside a steep slope, holding his leg in a wince of pain. The ground beneath him was wet, almost muddy, and it looked like he might slide down any second.Â
You stopped dead in your tracks. Part of you wanted to turn on your heel and pretend you hadnât seen him. After all, Rafe wouldnât have done the same for you, would he? But another part, that part you always tried to stifle, knew you couldnât just leave him there.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â Rafe snapped at you as you cautiously approached. His voice was heavy with distrust, but there was also a hint of relief he tried to hide.Â
âI should be asking you the same thing. What happened?â You couldnât keep the tone of your voice from being harsh. After all, he had done a lot of things that warranted your hatred.Â
âI slipped. My leg⌠I canât move it.â His face was pale, and his hands shook slightly as he tried to brush away the mud that covered his pants.
There was a long silence. You could have left him there. You could have turned and gone back to the Pogues. But something inside you wouldnât let you.
âThis doesnât mean I owe you anything,â you said as you crouched down beside him.
Rafe looked at you in disbelief. âAre you helping me?â
âShut up and donât make it harder, Cameron.â
You offered him your arm and helped him up, leaning his weight on you as you slowly moved forward. It was an awkward process; his size made each step harder. But there was something odd about the silence you shared, a momentary truce amidst all the hostility.
When you finally dropped him off somewhere safe, away from danger, Rafe looked at you with a mix of wounded pride and something you couldnât quite place.
âIâm not going to thank you,â he said at last, breaking the silence.
âI didnât expect you to,â you replied, wiping the sweat from your brow. You turned to leave, but his voice stopped you.
âWait.â His tone was softer than youâd heard before, almost vulnerable. You turned slowly to look at him.
âWhat?â you asked, tired.
âDid you see anything?â His question was direct, his gaze piercing.
You understood immediately. Rafe wasnât just hurt; he was there for something related to gold. Maybe heâd found a lead, something he didnât want the Pogues to know about. You could have told him the truth, that youâd noticed a map in his pocket when you helped him, but you chose to lie.
âNo, I didnât see anything.â Your voice was firm, although inside you felt a small knot of guilt.
Rafe seemed to relax a little, although he still looked at you with distrust.
Later, when the Pogues found a clue that fit too well with the area where you had seen Rafe, he understood what you had done. Someone, perhaps Sarah, told him that you were near the area when you separated from the group. It didnât take much for him to put the pieces together.
The next time you saw him, his expression was completely different. There was no vulnerability or truce anymore, only fury.
âI knew I couldnât trust you,â he snapped at you, coming dangerously close.
âWhat are you talking about?â You tried to remain calm, although you knew exactly what he meant.
âDid you think I wouldnât find out? You lied to me. You took what was mine!â His voice was filled with rage, and though you knew it was unfair, there was something in his eyes that made you feel a pang of remorse.
âI donât owe you anything, Rafe.â Your response was cold, though inside you felt more affected than you wanted to admit.
Rafe was silent for a moment, his jaw clenched, his gaze fixed on you. Finally, he took a step back, but not before making his feelings clear.
âDonât ever cross my path again, Pogue.â
That was the beginning of a new phase in your feud, more bitter and personal than ever.
Your relationship with Rafe Cameron had reached a point where hatred seemed to be the only thing that united you. After your âbetrayalâ during the search for gold, any vestige of truce between you vanished. Although you would never admit it, there was something inexplicable that brought you back to square one: an enmity filled with tension, resentment, and something deeper that neither of you understood.
One of the worst fights you had occurred during a rainy night in the Outer Banks. The Pogues had been following Rafe, convinced that they had found another important lead to the gold. The chase led them to an old abandoned port, where you finally confronted them face to face.
âAlways after me, arenât you?â Rafe looked at you from the shadow of a warehouse, his soaked hair sticking to his forehead. The sound of the rain beat hard against the metal roof, but nothing could drown out the intensity of his voice.
âYou have no right to that gold, Cameron.â Your words came out loaded with defiance as you clenched your fists. You knew you were probably playing with fire by facing him, but something in you couldnât stop.
âAnd you are?â he replied, taking a step towards you. His eyes, dark under the rain, were filled with rage. âWhat makes you think youâre better than me, Pogue?.â
âFor starters, I donât try to kill people for him.â Your words made him laugh, a dry, bitter laugh that made you feel a chill.
âYou think so?â Rafe leaned a little towards you, his voice lowering to an almost whispering tone. âYou know perfectly well that you would do anything to protect your own, too. Weâre not that different, even if it pains you to admit it.â
The argument soon turned physical. He tried to take the map from you, and you fought back with all your might. It was as if you were both so consumed by rage that nothing else mattered. You fell to the ground, feeling the cold wetness of the cement against your back, as Rafe tried to hold you down.
âLet me go, you moron!â you screamed, kicking him in the stomach.
âGive me the damn map!â he roared, clinging to your wrist.
For a moment, you thought it would all end there, that one of you wouldnât walk away from this fight. But something changed. Rafe looked you straight in the eyes, and for a moment, his grip softened. He looked confused, as if he couldnât understand why he couldnât keep hurting you.
Finally, he let go of you and stood up, breathing heavily.
âI canât do this.â His voice was barely a whisper, and it took you a few seconds to process what he had said.
âWhatâŚ?â you were speechless, still lying on the ground.
Rafe ran a hand through his hair, taking a few steps away from you.
âGo away. Take the damn map and go away.â
But not everything always ended in a truce. There was another time when it was you who had to decide between helping him or letting him face the consequences of his own actions. It was during a smuggling operation that Rafe had organized to finance his obsession with gold. You found him cornered in an alley, with a group of men who clearly did not have friendly intentions.
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â he snapped at you when you appeared at the end of the alley. He was bleeding from a cut on his eyebrow, but he still maintained that defiant attitude.
âI saw your truck nearby.â You approached cautiously, analyzing the situation.
The men paid you no attention at first, but soon realized you could be a problem. One of them advanced towards you with a menacing smile.
âAnother friend of yours, Cameron?â he said mockingly.
âGet out of here, Pogue. I donât need your help.â Rafeâs voice was firm, but there was something in his gaze that made you stay.
Despite everything that had happened between you two, you couldnât just leave him there. You picked up a rock from the ground and threw it hard at one of the men. It was enough to distract them and give Rafe a chance to fight back.
You helped him escape, though as soon as you turned the corner, Rafe turned to you, furious.
âWhy do you keep butting into my business?â he shouted, grabbing you by the shoulders.
âBecause Iâm not like you, Rafe. I can't let someone die, even if they're an idiot like you.â Your answer made him let out an exasperated sigh, but he didn't say anything else.
In the end, it was always the same. They hurt each other, they hated each other, they betrayed each other... but they also always found a way to forgive each other. You didn't know why you did it. Maybe it was because you saw something in Rafe that others didn't see, or maybe it was because deep down you knew you weren't as different from him as you wanted to believe.
The only thing you knew for sure was that, no matter how hard you tried to hate him, something always made you go back to him. And the worst of all was that Rafe seemed to feel the same way.
Rafe Cameron drove you crazy in every possible way and that made you uncomfortable and annoyed, despite always finding gold on your path, you also found it on your path when you were calm, reminding yourself that you couldn't get rid of it even if you wanted to.
There were nights when the air was so thick that it was hard to breathe. The humidity was sticking your clothes to your skin, but it wasn't just the weather that made you feel this way; it was him.
Rafe Cameron always managed to find you, even when you didn't want to be found. His mere presence seemed to charge the atmosphere with an almost palpable tension, something that only existed between the two of you. Like that time on the dock, under the dim light of a broken streetlight. You were alone, waiting for JJ and Pope, when you heard their footsteps, firm, sure, approaching.
Your body tensed before you turned around. There he was, standing, with that arrogant posture that you detested so much. His messy hair and clenched jaw gave you every reason to hate him more than you already did. But as you looked at him, feeling his gaze sweep over every detail of you, there was something different, something that made you stop.
There was anger in his gaze, yes, but there was also something deeper, something dark that you recognized because you felt it too. Your hands clenched into fists, not because you wanted to hit himâthough that was of course a tempting optionâbut because you wanted to stop the impulse that made you think about getting any closer than necessary.
It was a constant tug-of-war. One moment you wanted to push him into the water, make sure he disappeared from your life forever. But then, a part of you wanted to do the complete opposite, you wanted to get closer, erase the distance between you, and find out if that tension could transform into something more.
Rafe leaned against one of the dock posts, looking at you with a mix of defiance and curiosity. Everything about him seemed designed to provoke you. His gaze fixed, his shoulders relaxed but ready to move at the slightest hint of threat. It was so unbearably irritating, and yet, there was something you couldnât ignore.
The wind blew hard, and you felt a chill run down your spine, but it wasnât the cold that made you shiver. It was that unmistakable feeling of being on the edge of something dangerous, something you couldnât control.
You wanted to kill him. For all the times he had made you feel less than, for every hurtful word, for every betrayal and fight. But at the same time, you wanted to get close enough to know if that spark you felt between you could catch fire.
But you didn't. You couldn't.
Instead, you took a deep breath, ignoring how your heart was pounding. You turned your back on him, your steps firm on the wood of the dock as you walked away. You knew that if you stayed one more second, the line between hate and desire could blur forever. And you weren't ready to face what that meant.
You felt him stand still, watching you as you left. You didn't need to look back to know that that feeling would continue to haunt you, just as much as he did.
And you were right, a few days later that line blurred.
There was a storm that night, one of those that seemed to split the sky in two with each flash of lightning. The rain was pounding on the roof of the old abandoned cabin where you had taken shelter, trying to escape the chaos that the Pogues and Rafe had caused in the last gold hunt. Your hands were shaking with rage, not so much from the cold, but from the frustration of knowing that Rafe had, once again, gotten you into this situation.
You were alone, at least that's what you thought, until you heard the door slam open. You turned quickly, looking for something to defend yourself with, but seeing that unmistakable figure enter soaked to the bone, your heart stopped.
Rafe.
"What the hell are you doing here?" you thought, although you didn't bother to say it out loud.
He slammed the door behind him hard, shaking off the water like a rabid dog. His dark hair, and his chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, as if he had run a marathon. His gaze met yours almost immediately, filled with that mix of fury and something more that always seemed to burn between you.
You didnât say anything, but you didnât look away either. There was something about him that night, something different. It wasnât just the usual anger you two shared, or even the constant tension that seemed to surround you like a force field. It was something rawer, more real.
The silence between you was almost deafening, broken only by the roar of the storm outside. You felt the air in the cabin grow thicker, charged with electricity, as if lightning was about to strike right there.
âWhat? Are you just going to stand there staring at me like an idiot?â You had crossed your arms, trying to hide the trembling that ran through your body.
He didnât answer, but he took a step towards you, slow, deliberate. You could feel the intensity of his gaze fixed on you, as if he could see past the facade you always tried to maintain. Your heart began to beat faster, and you hated that he had that effect on you.
âRafe, donât start,â you warned yourself mentally, even though you werenât sure what it was you wanted to avoid.
But he kept coming closer. You could see every detail of his face now: the raindrops sliding down his jaw, the way his lips were pressed together as if he were holding something back. His presence filled the small space between you, and suddenly, the hatred youâd always felt for him didnât seem enough to explain what was happening.
You didnât know who made the first move. Maybe it was you, maybe it was him, but in an instant, the distance disappeared. His hand slid behind your neck, pulling you closer to him with a force that made you gasp. His mouth crashed into yours with an intensity that left you breathless, as if all that pent-up rage had finally found an outlet.
Your hands clutched at his wet shirt, trying to push him away and pull him in at the same time. The kiss wasnât gentle, it wasnât tender. It was an explosion of everything you had bottled up for years: the hatred, the frustration, the attraction that neither of you wanted to admit.
You felt his body press against yours, trapping you between him and the wall of the cabin. His breath was hot against your skin, mixing with the cold of the storm that continued to rage outside. His every move seemed to call out something you didnât know youâd been holding back, and for a moment, you let yourself go.
But it was only a moment.
Suddenly, you pulled away, your hands on his chest as you tried to catch your breath.
âThis⌠canât happen.â Your voice was barely a whisper, shaky but firm.
He didnât say anything, but the way he looked at you said it all. There was something in his eyes you hadnât seen before, something vulnerable that completely disarmed you.
The storm outside continued to rage, but inside the cabin, all was calm. Rafe didnât try to come closer again, and you didnât dare look him in the eye as you turned away, your heart pounding so hard you felt like it might explode.
After that night in the cabin, something changed, though you both tried to act like it hadnât. That first time was an accident, you kept telling yourself, something driven by rage and storm. But what happened next made it clear that there was something more, something that went far beyond hatred or tension.
It wasnât long before you met again. It was in one of the alleys behind The Wreck, where you had hidden yourself after a fight with Sarah and the others. Rafe appeared as if the universe was conspiring against you. He didnât say anything at first, just looked at you with that mix of arrogance and determination that seemed to be part of his essence.
âYouâre not here to worry about me, Cameron. What do you want?â you had snapped harshly, crossing your arms as if that physical barrier could protect you.
He didnât answer right away, but the glint in his eyes made it clear that he knew exactly what he wanted. What followed was just as impulsive as the first time: his lips finding yours with a burning urgency, your hands clinging to his shirt as if the world could fall apart at that moment and you wouldnât care.
Logic disappeared when you were with him. All you had left were pure emotions: desire, rage, need. In those moments, you didn't think about the past or what was coming next. You didn't think about the fights, the betrayals, or the reasons why you were supposed to hate him. There was only his hands on your skin, the sound of his breathing, and the way he managed to make you forget everything else.
But the next day, there was always something that reminded you why you hated him. Like that time you saw him bullying Pope at the dock, his overbearing attitude making it clear that the Rafe of last night and the Rafe of today were two sides of the same coin.
"You're an asshole," you had yelled at him later, when you faced him away from the others.
He shrugged, as if he didn't care, but his gaze searched yours, almost defiant.
"Don't expect me to change for you," he seemed to say without words.
You walked away furiously, promising yourself that this would be the last time. You couldnât keep falling for that game, not when he was still the same cruel boy youâd known all your life.
But then, something always drew you back. Like when he found you after you were almost caught in one of John Bâs crazy antics. He helped you escape, even covering for you when the Kooks passed by. It was an unexpected gesture, one that left you bewildered as you shared a moment of calm on an old boat hidden in the swamp.
âThanks, I guess,â youâd told him, though your words were filled with skepticism.
He smirked, the kind of smile that always got on your nerves.
âDonât think about it too much.â
But you thought about it. Every gesture of his, every glance, every clandestine kiss was etched into your memory, fueling a cycle you couldnât break.
Of course, you had your part in that dynamic, too. There were times when your own actions infuriated him, like the time you stole information from him about the gold hunt and shared it with the Pogues. His reaction was explosive: he found you on the dock, his gaze filled with betrayal and fury.
âWhat the hell did you think you were doing?â he said, his voice deeper than usual.
For a moment you thought he would leave you there, that this would be the end. But no. Even though you had betrayed him, even though you had defied him in every way possible, he always came back. Just like you came back to him.
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plot ââ tasked with interviewing actor drew starkey about his latest movie, you unintentionally steal the spotlight, leaving him blushing and lost for words under your mesmerizing gaze.
content ââ reader being toooo pretty that drew is just like woah, drew being so observant ugh love him, reader not even trying to get his attention at all but ure just so alluring to him
authors note ââ yea FUCK my series even tho i made that poll tbh im just so unmotivated. i saw this pic of drew n had some ideas for this lil oneshot of reader interviewing him post-premiere or something and him literally falling in love n reader noticing the little things n he becomes soheart eyes for u omg
you were a little nervous, to say the least. it was supposed to be a one-on-one interview, which somehow felt more intense than group ones with an entire cast. at least in those, the attention wasnât entirely on you. but now? now it was just you and drew starkey, a handful of questions, and an awkwardly large camera crew standing just out of frame, watching everything. no pressure, right?
your boss had insisted that this interview focus on drewâs performance in his latest film. fair enough, but it also meant no backupâno costar to bounce off of or share the spotlight. it felt intimate in a way you werenât entirely comfortable with, no matter how many times youâd done this. at the end of the day, it was just you sitting across from a celebrity while everyone else quietly judged your ability to hold a conversation.
you had almost turned this job down when you first started, not because of the nerves (though there were plenty) but because of the sheer vulnerability of it. still, the exposure wasnât bad, and the paycheck? even better.
as you stepped into the room, clipboard in hand, the tension in your chest tightened just a bit. drew starkey, an actor you were only somewhat familiar with, sat casually in his chair. outer banks, hellraiser, the other zoeyâyouâd done your homework, skimming through his projects like your career depended on it. because, well, it kind of did. and he was . . . well, better looking in person, if that was even possible. the kind of face that made you forget you had questions to ask in the first place.
meanwhile, drew had been at this for hours. interviews were basically part of the job, but after a while, they all blended together. same questions, same conversations, just with different faces. he was tired but not miserable, holding onto the thought of dinner plans with some friends later that night.
interviews werenât badâhe liked the connection when it happened, like the guy he was first interviewed by had laughed when he cracked a jokeâbut there was only so much charm drew could muster after a full day of talking about himself and the same film.
when you walked into the room, he barely glanced up at first. another assistant, probably, or someone from the crew running around to keep things moving. he didnât pay much attention until you stopped right in front of him, introducing yourself and the network you worked for, arm extended for a handshake.
his gaze flicked to yours, and for a moment, he forgot how to move, but he pulled himself together quickly, or at least he hoped it looked that way. he shook your hand, smiling the kind of easy, practiced smile heâd perfected over the years, but there was something a little shaky in his voice when he said, ânice to meet you.â
he sat back down, reminding himself to focus. you were a professional. he was a professional. this was just another interview. but it was hard to ignore the way his heart picked up every time you looked at him like thatâfocused, curious, maybe even a little nervous yourself. he wasnât sure what it was about you, but for the first time that day, he couldnât wait for the next question.
his hand went to his earlobe almost instinctively, a nervous habit he hadnât really noticed until now. yeah, you were . . . stunning, in the kind of way that made him feel like he should stand up straighter or check his hair. if someone had told him you were a celebrity, he wouldnât have questioned it. but the fact that you were here to interview him? that just felt unfair.
but the interview was smooth, the kind heâd done a hundred times before. the questions were predictable again, circling around the same themes: his character, the challenges of filming, the energy on set. drew answered easily, slipping into that familiar rhythm, but every so often, his focus waveredânot on the questions, but on you.
you glanced down at your list, scanning it for the next prompt, and then back up at him with those eyes. god, those eyes. drew swore they could make anyone feel like they were the only person in the room, even though he knew there were at least ten crew members just beyond the cameras.
he noticed it, thoughâhow bored you seemed, even if you were too professional to let it show. your smile was polite, your tone unwavering, but every now and then, you hesitated just slightly before asking him a question, like you were already tired of the script youâd been given.
and then there was him, barely able to hold eye contact. it was almost embarrassing when he caught himself smiling at you, just a small, almost shy curve of his lips, but it was enough for you to pause, tilting your head slightly as if you were studying him.
"are you okay?" you asked softly, your own lips quirking into a smile that practically knocked the wind out of him.
it was such a simple exchange, but drew could feel the heat creeping up his neck. âyeah. yeah, iâm . . . awesome,â he managed, clearing his throat and looking away for half a second before his eyes found their way back to yours. he had to play it off, had to stay professional, but the way you smiled back at him, like his answer had made your day a little brighter? it felt like a win. still, he reminded himself: there was only so much time left. you were on a clock, and he couldnât afford to waste it, even if you made it almost too easy to get distracted.
you just laughed, accepting his answer, but the moment lingered. your smile lingered. and the questions rolled on, one after another. nothing groundbreaking, but you kept it light, adding just enough to make it feel like a conversation. drew appreciated that. but eventually, after a particularly shared laughâhe couldnât even remember what the joke had beenâhe leaned in slightly, his voice carrying a hint of playful curiosity.
âokay, so what did you think about the movie?â he asked, a smile tugging at his lips. it caught you off guard; he could tell by the way your posture shifted, your pen stilling over your notes.
and then you started talking.
at first, it was simpleâa few observations, some praise for the direction, the performances. but the more you went on, the more animated you became, your voice lifting slightly, your words flowing effortlessly. you dove deep, unraveling moments and emotions from the film like youâd been holding them in since the premiere. drew leaned back, one hand resting against his chin as he watched you, utterly mesmerized.
you talked about the subtlety of his character, how his guarded exterior felt like a shield hiding something raw and vulnerable. you mentioned the tension between the charactersâthe way their connection felt like a push-and-pull dance neither could fully commit to but couldnât walk away from either. you dissected the music, the cinematography, how it all wove together like a symphony of yearning and restraint.
and the way you talked about his performance . . .
you didnât gush, which he appreciated, but your words were thoughtful, specific. you spoke about his quiet expressions, the way he held so much in his body languageâthe hesitation in his glances, the way his character seemed to pull back just when you thought heâd lean in. it was like youâd been watching with a magnifying glass, picking apart moments even he hadnât considered.
he couldnât stop himself from grinning. not just because you liked the movie, though that didnât hurt, but because it was you. you, sitting across from him, completely unaware of how captivating you looked while tearing apart his work in the best possible way. if someone had asked him to focus on anything other than the way you gestured, your fingers brushing lightly against the edge of your clipboard, or the way your lips curved when you spoke, he wouldâve failed miserably.
drew just sat there, watching you, and he couldnât help but smile. you werenât just prettyâyou were sharp, insightful, and clearly so much more than the routine questions your clipboard suggested.
âyouâre good at this,â he said when you finally paused for a breath, and he meant it. but he couldnât help the slight teasing edge in his tone, the way his smile softened just a little as his eyes met yours again.
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lay all your love on me
pairing: female singer x jack schlossberg
summary: friends to lovers, he falls first, heâs kinda controlling inspired by his instagram stories today.
ây/n,â jack started, then stopped and just stared at you. you look up from the tomatoâs you were chopping and lock eyes with him. you can hear your friends continue their conversation in the other room, unaware of you two.
âhm?â
he sighs. you set down the knife you were using and turn your body fully to him.
âjack?â
ây/n, i want to be serious with you.â
you met jack schlossberg 2 years ago through mutual friends. well, artificial mutual friends. unbeknownst to you, jack arranged for you two to meet after seeing your performance at the Grammys. after your performance, he quickly found whose after party you were attending and got himself on the invites list, and basically faked being friends with people to get to you. how, youâll never know. but that doesnât matter.
at the after party, you fell for his charms immediately. he was much more charming (and handsome) than your boyfriend, joe. but that doesnât matter.
ever since then, you and jack have been the bestest of friends. a day doesnât go by where you donât talk to him. now, youâre making pasta from jacks grandmaâs famous recipe for your friends.
âi donât know what you mean.â he picks up his wine glass and downs in it one go.
âi love you, y/n.â
your friends scream as lay all your love on me by ABBA starts playing in the other room.
âi love you too jackâ you shout over their singing. they continue even louder. jack grabs your hands, heâs breathing hard. his eyes glisten.
âiâm possessive it isnât niceâ they sing.
âno no, y/n, i want to be with you. y/n i want all of you.â
âjack, this isnât the right time and you know it.â
you and your boyfriend just broke up because he accused you of cheating. yes, you may have kissed jack once or twice (or maybe a few more times than that) because you were upset, but it wasnât anything serious. friends kiss all the time, right?
also, youâre about to go on a world tour.
but now it isnât true
now everything is new
ây/n we can make it work. if you love somebody, you can make it work. and i love you.â
âjack stop it.â you say, removing your hands from his grip but he quickly grabs your waist instead and pulls you closer.
donât go wasting your emotion
lay all your love on me
âi do, i do love you, youâre amazing thereâs nobody like youâ you can smell the wine on his breath, it mixes so perfectly with his natural musk and the heat you feel in your stomach from his touch. his hands on your waist that pull you into his body remind you of the first time you kissed him. your body moves before you can think, pulling him down into a kiss. he kisses you like heâs never kissed you before, so needy, so desperate it makes your knees weak. he slinks his hands up to your face and holds you like youâre his treasure. you back away first, hands still on his neck, and he looks at you through hooded eyes.
âthe way you smile,â kiss âthe way you laugh,â kiss âthe way we could spend hours together and i would never get bored,â kiss and a smile. he leans his forehead on yours, your face burns.
the world around you fades away.
âiâve never felt this way about anybody before,â he whispers.
âme neither.â
âiâve never laughed so hard in my life. iâm so much better when iâm around you. i cant live without you, y/nâ his eyes shine once again.
âjack i love you.â your eyes swell up with tears, blurring jacks face.
âi know we can work it out, y/n, itâll be fine. we can do distance, hell iâll follow you across the world. iâd go anywhere for you, y/n, i want this to work. i want us to work.â he speaks as he holds your head, making sure you never look away from him. tears stream down your face, youâre just so overwhelmed with love and emotions you donât even know what to do. jack holds you and doesnât let go.
âdonât cry, sweet girl, i need you to listen to me.â you lean into his chest and continue to cry, leaving mascara stains on his white shirt. âwhy are you crying, hm?â
âjack, i love you so much,â he holds you tight. you never knew how much he loved you, youâve never been loved like this.
ây/n, listen to me.â you sniffle and look up at him. âi need you, okay? i donât wanna live without you,â he wipes your tears away, âand if i cant have all of you, i cant handle anything less than all of you. i wanna be with you 24/7, i wanna be fully in love, i never want to leave the stage where we canât keep our hands off of each other, okay?â you nod against his chest. he never looks away from you.
âi cant share you, i cant share you anymore. i cant share you with another man, i cant share you with your dad, i cant share you with your best friend. iâm your best friend.â he begins to rub your shoulder, his face so full of emotion.
âiâm your best friend who loves you. iâm your best friend who will do anything for you. iâm your best friend, iâm your lover, iâm your husband. i can do all those 3 jobs. i can do it all for you. but i want to know if you can do it all for me.â
âjack, yes,â you speak before you can think.
âshh,â he puts his pointer finger to your lips. âcan you be mine?â he asks with a smile. âcan you be fully mine? can you be my best friend, partner, lover? can you be the mother of my kids?â
he pauses, looking at you with a smile. neither of you move. your chests rise and fall in unison, your body heat has become one. in this moment, its just you two. you and jack. no one else. no one else matters.
âiâm ready to be serious with you. i donât want to kiss and tell anymore, i want to marry and tell. i want to be serious with you. iâm committed to you, y/n, and only you.â he pulls you into a deep kiss, a passionate, needy kiss. you kiss him through your tears. you press yourself into his body, a deep need for him taking over.
âso what do you sa-â you cut off jack before he can finish his sentence with a kiss.
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Election Time (2)
Summary: You thought he was your forever.
Pairing: Senator!Tony Stark x Wife!Reader, Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: heavy angst, language, wish for a child, betrayal, failed marriage, soft Bucky, pining
Election Time (1)
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Buckyâs apartment is far away from your homeâor now former home. It looks like he leads a spartan life, with very few comforts and luxuries.
Still, it looks inviting and comfortable to you. Thereâs almost no decoration but a framed picture of you and him on the artificial fireplace, the âbest bodyguard in the universeâ trophy, and a plushie you won for him at a fair in his first year of duty.
âI remember that day,â he chuckles. âYou didnât want Tony or me to win a prize for you. He was shocked seeing you rock that water gun.â
âI didnât think youâd keep it,â you say, and carefully touch the plushie sitting next to the picture frame. You still got the trophy too.â
âIt was a gift from you.â Bucky shrugs. ââCause I kept it. Why would I throw it away?â He stands next to you, dipping his head to watch you play with the diamond ring on your finger. âDo you want to talk about it?â
âNo, Iââ you fail to answer him. âHonestly, I donât know what to say. For the longest time, I felt like I was alone in this marriage. Tony was long gone; I just didnât want to admit he didnât want to be with me any longer.â
Bucky runs his hand up and down your back, careful to not touch your shoulder. He offers comfort without saying a word.
âWhat hurts is the fact that he stayed married to me for his career. Bucky, he conspired with my doctor to make sure I cannot get pregnant.â You sniffle. âI feel so violated. Thatâs⌠bodily harm. They robbed me of my babyâŚâ
âY/N,â he murmurs your name. âPlease donât be mad at me, butââ Bucky bites his tongue. Heâs unsure about the question swirling in his mind. âWhat if you got pregnant and heard all this? Would you still want to have a baby with a man like him?â
You drop your gaze and choke out a sob. No. Tony would make an awful father. All he cares about are his reputation and career. He gives a shit on you, and it wouldâve been the same with a child. Maybe the baby wouldâve been useful in public, but nothing else.
âNo.â
âLetâs not do this right now.â Bucky gives you a cracked smile. âYou need a rest, and I need to inform Steve that we didnât get kidnapped or worse.â
âHe will tell Tony.â You grasp for Buckyâs hand. âPlease donât tell him. I canât face him yet. I donât want to either. If I had a choice, Iâd run to the end of the world and never see him again.â
âSteve wonât tell your husband shit. Iâm going to explain the situation.â Bucky softly replies. âI swear, not a single word will leave his lips.â
âWhat if heâs loyal to Tony, not me or you?â You sniffle. âWhat will happen?â
Bucky gently takes your hands in his. âY/N, do you trust me?â He asks.
You look Bucky in the eyes and nod. âI trust you with my life, Bucky.â He holds your gaze and squeezes your hands. âOnly you.â
âGood,â he whispers your name and hums. âI trust Steve with my life too. If I tell him to not say a word, heâll do it without asking questions. All he needs to know is that youâre safe with me.â
âCan I stay the night? I need to think about a few things before facing my husband.â You wipe your wet eyes.
âHey, hey,â Bucky murmurs when you start to cry again. He wraps you in his arms and allows himself for the first time to hold you for a different reason than protecting you. âYou can stay as long as you want to. My place is not as nice as your home, but itâs safe, and I got plums.â
You choke out a laugh. âIf you got plums, everything is good. Without them, we wouldnât have made it.â
Bucky reluctantly lets go of you. He nods at you before saying, âIâll call Steve now. You should get settled in. I changed the sheets, and thereâs a clean flannel and sweatpants on the bed. If you want to stay here for longer, Iâll ask Steve to sneak some of your clothes out of your house.â
âSteve, we got a problem,â Bucky inhales deeply before he tells his best friend since childhood what happened this afternoon. âShe cannot go home at the moment. We need to cover her tracks and come up with an excuse.â
Steve immediately reminds Bucky of his duty. He wonât rat you and his friend out, but the head of security canât do much to cover your disappearance.
People will start asking questions soonâespecially your husband.
âYou are telling me no one knows about my wifeâs whereabouts?â Tony yells at the head of security. Steve doesnât even bat an eyelash. He keeps a straight face, even though he knows exactly what happened this afternoon.
âSir, the last we know was that you left her behind after the interview. Most of the security followed you, not your wife. Your orders.â Steve crosses his arms over his chest and glares at Tony. âMaybe she wanted to visit a friend, or the car broke down. It looks like her phone died. A dead battery is no reason to call the police.â
âThe cops?â Tony snorts. âYou think I want to call the cops only because my wife decided to skip the event? What do you think will happen if I report my wife missing? I can forget about the election!â
âIâm happy to hear that youâre worried about your wife,â Steve coolly replies. âIâll call Barnes, ask him if he knows something. You should get some rest, Senator. Iâve got this.â
Tony watches the head of security walk out of his office. He squares his jaw. Itâs the first time you didnât accompany him. Something must be wrong, and he fears it could cost him the election.
âSteve got this,â Bucky softly says as if speaking to a scared animal. âHe will keep the bloodhounds off our backs for a while. This gives you a little time to think about your next steps.â
You give him a sad smile. While Bucky was talking to Steve and went out for a late-night shopping trip, you already made up your mind. You must face Tony and confront him sooner rather than later.
You just donât know when youâll find the strength to look your husband in the eyes and tell him that you knowâŚeverything.
âDoll, you got to eat something,â Bucky says. He points at the plate he placed on the coffee table. âI know this is a lot to stomach.â
You look at the plate, smiling because Bucky made you smiley pancakes and cut a plum for you. âYou cut a plum for me.â
âUhâsure.â Bucky looks at the food he made for you. He knows about your habit of eating pancakes whenever you are sad. âI removed the stone and thought itâs better to cut it for you too. You know, because it looks better on the plate.â
âYouâre a good cook.â You grin at Bucky. âThank you. For everything.â
âAt your service, dollâŚâ He winks at you. âThatâs my jobâŚâ
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hii! could you please do a klaus x stefan x reader smut.
(klaus and reader are in a relationship.) klaus dares her to suck stefan off whilst sat on his lap. Klaus feels her getting wet as she sucks stefan off and says something like âthatâs it love, cover my fingers in your cumâ
could you also please include degrading pet names and klaus getting possessive like âdoes he taste as good as I do love?â
then he fucks reader out of jealousy/possessiveness and makes her and stefan hold eye contact.
I totally understand if youâre not comfortable doing this!! thank youu đ¤
Indulgences
I had been with Klaus for a couple of years now. He made me feel safe despite knowing how dangerous he was.
Klaus had his ups and downs of course but who didn't? I still loved him.
Even when he proposed ideas of threesomes sometimes and I'd have to watch as he made love to another woman, although he always insisted it wasn't love making and it never meant anything.
I didn't always like having to share him but it made him happy so I did.
Sometimes I could tell right away when he saw a woman that he'd want us to be with later. He always made sure to pay me attention too during the sessions but it wasn't the same as when it was just us.
Sometimes I would pull away and he'd send the other girl home. He would pull me back to him and kiss my face.
"I'm sorry sweetheart." Klaus would whisper, his fingers in my hair. "It wasn't a good time and I should have recognised that." He would murmur. "I'll make it up to you, my love."
And he always would.
That was his only fault really, that he indulged a little too much. But it could have been a lot worse.
When we got to Mystic Falls I got to stay in my own hotel whilst he did his supernatural business but he made sure to come over in the evenings to have dinner with me and spend some time.
It was hard when he turned into a wolf for a couple days, we hadn't really been apart since we'd gotten together but when he messaged me to come over to an address I knew something was happening.
When I got there I could already tell something was different about him as he wrapped his arms around my hips and pulled me in for a kiss. His eyes were gold when I looked up at them before they faded back to blue. Just after that the sound of heaving pulled my attention to the man on the floor, face dripping with blood.
Klaus pet my back as he kissed my ear. "Stefan's coming with us to find our wolves." He murmured and I nodded.
"Okay." I whispered and nodded and he smiled.
"We'll buy you some new clothes on the way, do you want to go get in the car?" He asked but it was demand disguised.
"Should I sit in the back?" I asked but he shook his head.
"No love, you stay beside me; always." He murmured and kissed my lips firmly before guiding me to the door.
Throughout the trip I was nice to Stefan and in return he was nice to me. Sometimes I would think that if I ever got to choose who we had a threesome with that it would be Stefan.
He was kind of like Klaus; sometimes he looked scary but he had a gentleness to him and he felt safe too. I wondered if he was like Klaus in bed too, if he needed to have threesomes with his girl.
Sometimes I thought about him when Klaus slid between my legs on top of the hotel bed. I wondered if Stefan could hear us through the walls. I wondered what he thought.
I'd look over at him when we were just standing around, waiting for Klaus to come out and sent Stefan in. Stefan would look back at me, smile a little and sometimes if we were stood close enough his hand would touch mine before Klaus could see.
But I didn't not love Klaus. I definitely did.
And I enjoyed being with him, feeling him hold me and touch me. He would ask me what was wrong and he would wake up early to get me some breakfast. Every now and then he would ask if he could drink from me which was something we only really did during passionate sex on special occasions but I think he could sense something off on the trip.
I must've been staring too long, Klaus picked up on it and he had dragged me up the hotel stairs.
"Do you like him, love? You like how Stefan looks?" He sneered, hands gripping my arms as he held me against the wall. "You want to feel him, don't you? Taste him, fuck him." He growled and I looked down, feeling guilty.
His breathing was heavy as a silence hung over us. I sniffed a bit and he sighed, his hold loosening before he caressed my arms and pulled me in for a hug.
"I'm sorry." I whimpered and he nuzzled my hair.
"I can't be angry with you sweetheart. You're perfect for me and you've done this for me so many times." He murmured.
"Done what?" I whispered and he cupped my face, tilting my head up to look at him.
"Indulged." He muttered, eyes dark as he kissed my lips. "I have no doubt Stefan won't be interested sweetheart, I know he looks at you too. I just wasn't sure it was mutual."
"We don't have to." I mumbled and shook my head. "I don't even want to, I don't like sharing." I pulled away and he guided me back to him.
"You don't have to do any sharing this time, my love. I'll learn to share this time." He told me with a kiss to the side of my head and as much as the idea had an appeal, I didn't really want anybody like I wanted Klaus.
"I only like you inside me." I whispered, remembering the only other time we had been with a man instead of a woman and he had had me whilst Klaus watched. It didn't feel right, not like Klaus did.
"Then you can just do as much as you'd like. Maybe you just want a touch or a tase? Allow me to give you this sweetheart. I want this for you." Klaus convinced and I considered it.
We didn't talk about it again, but I'd wondered if Klaus mentioned it to Stefan. The vampire had been eyeing me much more, his touch lingering whenever he got the chance and it was making my body crazy.
When we got to Chicago and Klaus woke up his sister Rebekah, I felt jealous. She and Stefan looked at each other with nothing but desire. I didn't want to share.
So once we got to the hotel and Rebekah went into her room, I went into Stefan's.
He was already grinning when I stepped inside and his hands gripped my waist. "I knew you wouldn't be able to keep ignoring me." He whispered, his forehead against mine.
I was down on the hotel bed in a second and everything felt right, except for one thing. "Klaus." I whined, my body sitting up but Stefan pushed me back down.
"He's on his way." He murmured and kissed my lips, It felt so good. I had to wonder if it felt that good when Klaus got to do that with other girls.
For a brief second, I forgot about Klaus and just focused on Stefan. The coldness of his hands, the taste of his tongue.
But Klaus made sure I wouldn't truly forget him.
I was lifted away from Stefan after a few moments and Klaus's warmth swallowed me.
"Tsk, my love." He scolded but his eyes and tone held no malice as he kissed my cheek. "Shouldn't be starting without me."
"I'm sorry." I mumbled but I wasn't, he had started without me before.
The buttons were picked undone one by one until my body was bare in Klaus's lap. "Look at Stefan, sweetheart." He murmured, his hand turning my head so I was looking at Stefan's naked body. He was leant back against the headboard and pillows, body on display and knowing smile on his face. My eyes drifted down to his cock, hard and waiting for me like Klaus's always was. "Good girl, go ahead." Klaus whispered, hands smoothing my body.
I could feel the nerves building as I crawled forward, Stefan's hands were immediately in my hair and guiding me down. I kissed softly from his base to the tip, listening to his breathing hitch and feeling Klaus grip my hips with tension.
He felt different against my tongue, I traced along the most prominent veins and up to the head, tucking lightly and listening to him groan.
"Mmm, just like that-" Stefan groaned and Klaus chuckled.
"Hear that, love? Stefan loves what a good cocksucker you are." He breathed into my ear and I whimpered with my lips still stretched around Stefan.
My head was pushed and pulled up and down, my throat relaxing to feel every inch of his shaft pump between the muscle. My eyes were half closed, Stefan's groaning face above me now blur.
My mind was a haze as my tongue rubbed at his skin swallowed every hint of a taste of his impending release.
Just as I sucked off the few beads of pre cum form his tip, two fingers slid through my folds making my body arch on instinct.
I went to lift my head, to look but a firm palm pushed me down. "Don't you dare." Klaus's voice growled from behind me. "We both know you want to feel him cum down that pretty throat of yours so keep going." He ordered as fingers pushed inside my cunt making me whimper and squirm in his lap.
I swallowed around Stefan's cock again, trying to reduce the amount I was salivating around him.
Klaus's fingers curled inside me, stroking me from the inside and making me clench around him.
Stefan's hands stroked me head, urging me to keep going.
Everything was so overwhelming, my body was already full of need just from the thought of any of this happening let alone it actually occurring.
They both felt so good, I could taste Stefan ready to cum and feel my cunt in a similar state.
Klaus could feel it too.
"Already about to cum on my fingers, love?" He purred, his lips behind my ear making shivers slip down my spine. "Go on, sweetheart. Show Stefan what a slutty pussy you have. Cum on my fingers." He commanded, his voice low and dark as both fingers moved withs supernatural speed.
My body rocked with his hand as Stefan's taste burst against my tongue and throat and his cry of relief broke through the tension of the air. I could feel myself shaking as I let go around Klaus's hand and swallowed Stefan's cum away, sucking the head for the last bit to come out.
My lips slipped off him, my cheek resting against his bare thigh as I panted and felt Klaus's fingers slowly circle my clit.
Klaus wrapped his arms around my midsection, pulling me back against his clothed chest. "That's my girl." He murmured, kissing my ear softly. "But that's enough. You're mine." He whispered, carrying me out of the hotel room, leaving Stefan a mess and bringing me up to the suite.
I was laid back down on my side, his body holding my down like usual. "I hated every second of that." He muttered, "Feeling how soaked you got from using that tongue on someone else." I whimpered in response and looked up at him as he shoved his belt off and tore the zipper straight off my jeans, letting his cock spring free.
I let out a cry when he pushed inside me in one fast thrust, a groan leaving him. "Klaus-" I gasped and he leant down to swallow my words. Our tongue tangled together before pulled away with a grunt and rocked his hips quickly.
"Tell me I taste better." He growled and I moaned.
"You do..." I whispered and he let out a puff of air.
"Say it."
"You taste better, better than Stefan- ah!" I cried out as he thrust particularly hard.
His hand was around my throat, keeping me down and at his mercy as his body moved in a frenzy against mine
I could feel his lack of control compared to usual, he was angry. It made him faster, his cockhead smacking into my spot repeatedly, so much so that It just felt as if he were rubbing right against it.
My pussy was weeping around him, wetting my thighs and the sheets below as I whimpered and moaned his name weakly.
His body collapsed into mine, his arms clinging to me tight as he nuzzled my throat and sucked a dark mark into the skin. His fangs pierced the skin but it didn't hurt much anymore.
We were rolled so I was on top of him, his cock still half hard and held between my walls.
"I love you." He murmured. "And I love all you do for me." In response I just tucked my head under his chin and let his hands guide my legs either side of his hips. "You're mine." He whispered and I smiled because I knew it.
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Yeah, hi! See your soul mate au prompts, and if you're taking requests, how does Peter Maximoff with 18 sound? That feels like the kinda thing that'd fit with him lol ("God, why is Madonna stuck in my brain?! I didnât ask for a private concert!" or smth like that).
Love your work, btw :3
Ugh, a love song?
Fluff!
Anon ur soso smart! I went with a song u can hear in Fallout. Cause, I've been obsessed with fallout recently!
Peter was the type of person to listen to anything. Anything in the world. But god, these Western songs were really ragging on him!
Marty Robbins, Eddy Arnold, Tony Marcus.. etc.!
First it was, Big Iron. No big deal. He liked that song. It was funny, and something he could just have a little dance to when he felt like he needed to expel energy. The earworm went on for a week or so.
Then it was Lone Star. Wow... possibly the most western song he'd ever heard. Why on earth were these random, 50s western songs suddenly getting stuck in his head? He'd never heard them before these weeks. ...He wasn't even from Texas like the songs says!
Finally, a complete 180 from Western songs. Crazy He Calls Me. Billie Holiday. That one was nice. That one was sweet. Cute a bit. After a few days though, it was starting to get a bit old. I mean, he'd never even heard the song on the radio before! Where on earth was it coming from?
Ah, you. One of his best friends. Just the person to talk to about this. Peter walked (zipped) his way over to you, standing behind your shoulder for a second. You were just organising your drawers, muttering a song to yourself. "...sure I'm crazy...crazy in love, you see.."
Peter couldn't help himself to taunt you behind your shoulder. "Like the wind, that shakes the bough.."
And a little jump from you, making you turn in your spot. "Jesus christ Peter! I hate it when you sneak up on me." Placing your hand over your heart for a moment to exaggerate the truth. "...I didn't know you knew that song."
"I don't. Not that well. It's been stuck in my head for weeks! Like the singer came back to life and decided to be stuck in my actual brain like a genuine worm or something! Oh my god, it's absolutely ridiculous at this point." Peter rambled on and on, talking about Billie Holiday and how he'd never heard her before this.
"I've been listening and humming like, a lot of 50s songs. Love songs and Westen songs. They're kinda cute."
Peter took a second. Woah. Hold on! Did you say you've been listening to songs from the 50s?? "Woah. Gotta say, I've been stuck with those songs in my head for like... forever."
"wait really?"
"yeah. Weird right?"
"totally weird."
You were both naive, and that seemed to be fine with the two of you.
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The Babysitter
I sat next to Mr Evans as he drove me home in his car. Well it wasnât exactly straight home as we had agreed upon a slight detour along a quiet country road. Mr Evans pulled over in a lay by and turned off the engine. We sat there for a few moments in silence neither of us quite sure what we should do next. It was Mr Evans who broke the slightly awkward tension.
âSo do you think this is a good spot? Should be secluded enough Iâm hoping,â he said as he looked over and smiled. I was happy he had spoken up first.
âYeah I think so. I mean I havenât seen another car go past us since we drove down this road,â I said as I relaxed a little bit. I took off my seatbelt and he did the same.
âI was surprised to receive your messages while I was out at dinner with my wife. I thought there might be an issue with the kids at first as thatâs usually the only reason the babysitter sends a message. But it was definitely a much more interesting message. I told my wife it was just a work colleague messaging me as I tried to hide my excitement. How did you know I would be interested in your offer and that I wouldnât tell my wife our babysitter is sending me suggestive messages?â he said.
âWell every time Iâve babysat for you and your wife itâs hard to miss how you look at me. Iâve known you were interested in me for ages, so I wasnât worried about sending you the message,â I said as I turned in my seat towards him.
âWas it that obvious? Damn I hope I didnât come across as creepy,â he said and I laughed.
âNo not creepy donât worry. I was flattered an older man was thinking I was sexy. Made me feel pretty good.â
âOh thank god! Last thing I wanted was to creep you out, and yes I think you are sexy. What man wouldnât? I mean youâre an 18 yr old ginger goddess. Red hair has always drove me insane.â
âGinger goddess!â I said and laughed out loud. âI used to get teased about being a ginger when I was younger.â
âOh I meant it as the most amazing compliment Jessica,â he replied thinking he might have offended me.
âI know and thank you. If Iâm going to be called a ginger I definitely prefer being a goddess version,â I said as I put my hand on his thigh. He looked down at my hand and smiled at me.
âItâs so exciting being here with you right now Jessica. I havenât felt this alive in a long time. This might be too much information but my wife is rarely interested in any romantic activities so to speak. So itâs been a long time since Iâve done anything very exciting with a woman. I mean Iâm 45 but Iâm not quite dead yet,â he said and laughed. I smiled at him then slid my hand over his crotch in his pants.
âWell we can fix that Mr Evans. We agreed on $50 right?â I said as I rubbed him gently through his pants. He gasped as I touched him and I felt a definite bulge forming beneath my hand.
âFirst of all no more Mr Evans, call me David. And secondly yes $50. And thirdly oh my god I love how it feels when you touch me Jessica.â
âOk then letâs get this show on the road,â I said as I unzipped his pants and reached inside to ease his cock out until it was sticking straight up. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and started to caress his length. He moaned and squirmed with pleasure in his seat.
âOh my god! Jessica you donât know how unbelievable it feels to be held by you. Just feeling your hand holding my cock is incredible. Itâs so fucking sexy Jess. You are so damn cute Jess,â he moaned as he watched my hand slowly start to stroke him. I gave him a naughty smile as I handled his cock.
âYou have a nice cock Mr Evans.. I mean David. You have a very nice cock David,â I said and watched as he lay his head back against the headrest, closed his eyes, and moaned with pleasure. I continued stroking him as his cock grew even harder. He stayed like that for a couple minutes then looked at me again.
âI canât believe Iâm getting a handjob from my beautiful 18yr old redheaded babysitter. Your hand feels so good Jessica. Just the idea that a gorgeous young thing like you is going to make me cum is blowing my mind,â he said as I continued stroking him.
âIs it sexier than your wife doing this to you?â I asked.
âOh fuck yes! Oooohhh fuck it feels so sexy Jessica. Can you tell me what youâre about to do to me Jessica? It would be so hot hearing you talking dirty,â he said as he switched his gaze from my hand on his cock to my eyes.
âYou wanna hear how Iâm loving holding your big hard cock in my hand and how sexy it feels stroking it up and down, over and over, while listening to your sexy moans?â
âOh god yes!â he groaned.
âYou wanna hear how Iâm not going to stop stroking your cock until I make you cum for me David? How Iâm going to make you cum so hard your balls will be empty? How itâs so sexy jerking off a man who is old enough to be my father? How if I was your wife I would be making you cum every single day?â I said as I stared into his eyes. His cock was throbbing in my hand and precum was dripping over my fingers.
âYes oh yes you beautiful ginger goddess! Ooohh Iâve never wanted to cum harder than I need to cum for you right now Jessica. Oh god youâre so amazing! Please Jessica, please make me cum for you!â he groaned. I could tell he was getting very close to cumming and I suddenly realized I was about to make a huge mess as we had no tissues or anything. I couldnât stop to look for something to catch his cum so I just did what felt natural and I bent down into his lap and took his cock into my mouth.
âFUCKKKKK YES BABY SUCK ME!,â he almost shouted as he held my head and pushed my mouth up and down on his cock. He was almost using my mouth as a sex toy as he thrusted up pumping my mouth with his big hard cock. My eyes started watering as he pushed his cock into my throat and I gagged slightly as he fucked my mouth. My saliva was dripping from my lips down his cock as I tasted his precum, as he moaned out that he was going to cum. He thrusted hard and deep into my throat as jets of cum flooded my mouth, his cock jerking and spurting so much cum that it poured out from between my lips. I could hardly breathe as he emptied his balls down my throat.
Eventually he stopped and let go so I could lift up and take some big gaps of air. I sat back in my seat gasping as his cum and my saliva dripped from my mouth.
âOh wow Jessica that was fucking intense! I canât remember the last time I came that hard,â he groaned before looking at me and seeing me getting my breath back.
âHappy you âŚ. *gasp* enjoyed it⌠â I said a little breathlessly.
âOh fuck Iâm sorry Jessica I got carried away. Forgive me, I didnât mean to be quite that rough. You ok?â he said as he touched my arm. I was liking that he showed concern for me even after he got what he wanted from me.
âItâs ok Iâm fine. Damn though that was a lot of cum. Has you been saving it up?â I said jokingly.
âI guess it had been a while since I jerked off. Honestly it made cumming for you even more amazing. I was so horny,â he said.
âI noticed,â I said and smiled. He reached into his pocket for his wallet and pulled out the $60 for babysitting plus another $50 for our naughty fun. Then he looked at me and pulled out another $20 and gave me $130.
âI was only expecting you to give me a handjob. The blowjob was an unexpected treat so I should give you a bit more than was agreed on,â he said.
âCool,â I said as I took his money and shoved it into my pocket. He started up the car and turned around to drive back down the country road to take me home. As we drove he kept glancing over at me ans smiling.
âSo I have to ask Jessica. Do you think you would want to do this again next time we ask you to babysit? For extra payment of course,â he asked hoping.
âSure, why not. It was easy money. I always need more money,â I said as I looked over at him. He had a huge smile on his face as he got the answer he was hoping for.
âThis evening just gets better and better,â he said as he drove me the rest of the way homeđ
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child of crime alley chapter 5: nox
and new chapter. I hope you like it. Write your thoughts in the comments. Enjoy reading. Thanks for everyone's support.
Tim was working on something on his computer when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He had only left his post once to go on patrol for an hour but had returned when the patrol was over. He had jumped when he felt a hand and grabbed the hand that was holding him. It was Jason. âHey bird, itâs me. Iâm sorry. I was calling out to you and you didnât hear me. Thatâs why,â he said. Tim let go of his hand and relaxed when he saw him. Jason said, âGood reflexes little bird.â Tim asked, âThanks. Whatâs the matter?â Jason said. Tim looked over there curiously and saw a tray with a plate of cookies and two mugs in it. He sniffed the air and murmured, âIt smells nice.â Jason chuckled. He put the tray on the table. âGo on, eat it bird. You should eat the cookies before the vultures swarm,â he said. Tim tilted his head to the side curiously. Jason asked, âItâs not a big deal bird. What time does your shift start?â Tim looked at his watch. âItâs 4 oâclock. That means we have 45 more minutes,â he said as he picked up one of the cookies and started eating it. Jason said âYou need to eat.â Tim shook his head âIâll eat when I get there. My workplace is a cafe and they serve hot pastries at all hours, to be honest I canât wait to go and eat.â A voice said âDo you prefer Alfredâs food to a crappy cafe?â Tim looked over and saw Damian. Jason said âDamiâ in a warning tone. Damian said âWhat the hell?â Tim said âKid, Iâve never had Alfredâs food in my life. So I canât compareâ he said expressionlessly. Damian flinched âThatâs impossibleâ he said. Jason said âHeâs telling the truthâ Damian froze. But they knew my situation and made sure I ate without a penny even though I had money for a long time. So no matter what happens that place will always have a special place in my heart.â Damian froze at that. Jason said âDrink your drink, bird, eat it before you go to work. I didnât make it for nothingâ Tim said âSorry for the troubleâ. Jason, no need to be sad, bird, I got some for myself too, look,â he said, pointing to the tray. Tim nodded silently. âThank you,â he said quietly. Jason ruffled his hair gently. Tim looked at him with glassy eyes. It was obvious he wasnât used to this. Jason pulled his hand away. âOh, by the way, Bird, Iâll drop you off, itâs cold out here, donât freeze,â he said. Tim said, âI donât want to bother.â Jason said, âHey, you live in the alley, itâll just be up the road.â Tim hesitated but nodded. âThanks, Hood,â he said quietly. Jason said, âOf course.â Then he asked, âBy the way, where do you work?â Tim said, âUh, uh,â Jason asked, raising an eyebrow. Tim asked, âDo you remember the Nox cafe in the alley?â Jason froze. âIs that the place in the alley that gives free food to anyone who canât afford it?â Tim nodded. Jason said, âWAIT! Are you telling me you met the owner?â Tim said, âIâm exercising my right not to answer,â he said, looking away. Jasonâs eye twitched. âTimmy, timbelina, timbuktu, timothea, thea now please answer me. Have you met or not?â he asked. Tim said. âMaybe.â Jason said. âOkay. So who is this person?â he asked patiently. Tim looked away and took a long sip of his hot chocolate. âGood.â Jasonâs eye twitched. âBird.â Tim said. âYou wouldnât believe it even if I told you.â Jason said. âTry it.â Tim took out his phone and typed in a name. Jason leaned over and looked at the text. He blinked. âAre you serious?â he said. Tim nodded and continued drinking his drink, closing the screen. Jason sighed. âWhoever it is, I barely ate there when I was little. I guess Iâll have to go say hello to him later.â Tim shrugged.
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can i request any beautiful boy writing and thank you love your writing
Aww - thanks, anon! I can't believe I haven't written for Nic yet, so thanks for the nudge!
Context: Nic has been sober for a while and is holding down a steady job in the city, where he meets the reader.
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Bus Stop
"I have a crush on a stranger," you blurted out at dinner with my BFF. She stared at you like you had lost your mind. Maybe you had.
"Okaaaaay. Tell me about said...stranger," she replied slowly, skeptically.
"I take the same bus every day heading home from the office. Same bus. Same route. Same time. Every weekday. This cute guy - dark brown curls and cheekbones that could cut glass - always gets on two stops later and sits across from me. Every day except Wednesdays. Sometimes, if we happen to lock eyes when I look up, he'll nod and offer a closed-lipped smile. The looks have started to...linger. I've noticed that I have started to look forward to it."
At some point while narrating your story, your focus drifted off into the distance. When your eyes returned to your friend, she was grinning at you like a cheshire cat.
"Oof, you've got it bad."
"I know....," you groaned and dramatically dropped your forehead to your hands.
"What's the big deal? Ask him out." She shrugged nonchalantly.
You stared at her wide-eyed, jaw slack. "How?" You asked incredulously.
She laughed. "Start by asking his name. The rest should take care of itself."
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The following Monday was a federal holiday, so you wouldn't see the beautiful mystery boy again until Tuesday. The last hour of work crawled by at a torturous pace. At closing, you grabbed your coat and bolted out the door, determined to catch the bus on time. It dependably arrived at your stop like clockwork.
You sat in your usual spot, knee bouncing from nerves and excitement. Two stops later, a slew of people stepped onboard. With each unfamiliar face, you grew more and more disappointed until finally, the object of your affection appeared. He took his normal position across the way and down a few seats. He always looked so nice and put together in his button-down shirt and slacks.
You were eager to talk to him but didn't want to come off as a stalker, so you waited a couple of stops before scooting over to sit directly in front of him. Your movement caught his attention, prompting him to look up at you.
"Hi," you squeaked and froze as you locked eyes.
"Hi," he replied slowly, both confused and amused. He flashed a smile that frazzled you further.
"I- uh, I've seen you here almost every day for months. So this isn't like talking to a stranger. I, uh, don't usually make it a habit of talking to strangers. I've been wanting to meet you." You paused and caught your breath. "I'm [Y/N]." You stuck out your right hand to shake. Smooth, real smooth.
"Hi, [Y/N]." You felt electricity run through your fingertips as he took your hand in his. "I'm Nic."
"Nic," you breathed, holding his hand probably a little longer than a customary handshake. You weren't sure what to do next, except make a note that your BFF gives terrible advice.
He cleared his throat. "I- I've uh, noticed you, too. On the bus every day, I mean."
All you could do was blush.
"Getting off work for the day?" Nic asked as you settled back into your seat, nodding toward the laptop bag at your side.
"Yep, the daily grind. The best part is the bus ride home."
It was his turn to blush. He ducked his head down sheepishly. You were dismayed to look up and see your stop was next.
"This is my stop coming up. The day crept by while I waited to finally talk to you, but the ride blazed by once I did." You sadly half-smiled as you looked into his jade-hued eyes, while also admiring your own newly found confidence.
"Oh." You detected a hint of disappointment in Nic's voice. "If...hopefully this doesn't sound creepy...if you'd like, I can get off here, too, and walk with you. My stop is just the next one down," he offered.
Your heart beat rapidly - slightly wary since he was still effectively a stranger, but mostly exhilarated by the prospect of having more time with him. Your words failed, so you just nodded.
When the bus stopped, you both stood and walked toward the front. Nic stepped off first, then turned and offered his hand to help you down.
"Thanks," you responded, blushing at the gentlemanly gesture.
"Where to?" he asked as he shoved his hands in his coat pockets.
You froze as rationality hit you like a ton of bricks, finally realizing that you would be leading this guy, still essentially a stranger, to your apartment. No matter how much you liked him, that wasn't a smart move.
"Well, I...I," you stammered nervously. "I barely know you, so I'm not going to show you where I live. Not yet, no offense."
"None taken," Nic replied, holding his hands up in surrender.
"But I want to get to know you, and I don't want that to stop here. Want to duck in somewhere and grab a drink?"
"I- I don't drink." His brow furrowed, and his eyes cast downward slightly. "B-but I do eat!" he added. "Hungry? My treat."
You smiled and nodded, pointing at the diner across the street. "How about there? They make a mean cheeseburger and milkshake."
Nic grinned. "Works for me."
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"I can't believe you made me fly!!" The man snarls, holding onto dear life to his harness strap, scared and agitated. "I fucking HATE planes!"
"Nice to see you haven't changed much, Logan." Hank mutters, not looking away from the sky.
Wade was looking out the window, ooohing and awwing at the scenery. "Aww come on, this isn't any different from the air drills in camp!" He smiles widely, his mouth wrinkles showing through his mask.
"I failed those!!"
"Oh- well.. I got an F for fantastic!" He grins, making Logan groan. "Of course you did..."
Birds of a feather I guess..
"They put me on snipe after that." He giggles.
Hank blinked a bit, glancing beside him. "You didn't bring any loaded guns did you?"
"Nope! Well-" he takes a small pistol off his calf, popping it open and unloading it. "Now I don't!"
Swallowing, Hank muttered. "Jesus Christ, save us.."
"I thought that was Elf's thing?" Logan mutters.
"It is but.." he glances to Wade as if he was a massive danger. "Never too late to start praying.. thats what Kurt always says. Speaking of which, he's off the radar too."
"What?" His thick brows scrunch, gritting his teeth, tearing into the seat as the plane jumped slightly in speed. "DON'T DO THAT!"
"My friend, you're fine, this is my latest model. The MXV-69"
A small chuckle came from Wade, making Beast sigh. "You haven't changed either I see.."
"What? Its funny."
"Numaric jokes are usually in my point of view but that one I never understood the humor of." He clicks a few buttons, easing up on the steering.
"That's what she said-" Wade whispers.
"Wade-" Logan grumbled. "So what's this about being 'off radar'?"
"Well- just as I said. He's off our radar. He volunteered to go in..."
Logans voice lowered, looking at the floor. "..Never came out..Is he..?"
"I don't think so. Mentioned something about having to 'rescue you back to salvation' a couple of times from these forests but... his tracker must have died. Or froze, because his heart line went flat this morning."
Was it terrible for Logan to think 'If you would have told me that, I would have come sooner.' ? Because he did. And now he felt guilty. He'd come to save Kurt, someone whos more then capable of finding his way, but not a 6 year old girl?
The plane was quiet.
"Logan.. just so you know.. I don't think you did it." Hank admits.
"...Didnt think I did what?" He knew exactly what he thought he didn't do.
"About the kid.. I don't think you did it."
"Thank you!! This is what I've been saying!! Local gym teacher goes nuts and tries to kill a kid? Doesn't seem right. There had to be something else going on!" Wades hands go up, excited that someone else believed his husband and not just himself.
"Why not?" He knew Hank was a man of science. He wouldn't believe something unless there was proof or a hell of a good case as to why.
"Well.. the thing is.. when I analyzed the kid, something was.. off. I've never seen anything like it. It was like he was... a shell."
"What?"
"Yes. It didn't match up with any of our data base either. The kid wasn't even enrolled."
Now, it was Wade's turn. "What!? No no no, that's gotta be wrong. I saw that kid all the time. He was in Gambits cooking class even. He was failing- sure- but we all have our vices."
"No, I mean. It was as if he were nothing but a husk. A host, maybe."
"Oh like Venom?"
"No. Yes? I'm not sure. S. H. E. I. L. D took him before I could finish testing..but if I read those readings right... Logan.. that kid was a plant."
Thinking about old Worst Wolverine being called by each of the X men individually after they have a falling out because Logan injured a child very badly to the point the only reason they didn't die is because another classmates healing abilities all while he just... walked away.
Well- ran.. away... leaving a child to die. He's tried to explain thousands of times that he blacked out, that he didn't remember doing any of this. He tries to say that maybe it was someone else, that mystique did this shit all the time in his universe.
"Yeah, well!? This isn't your universe! Because the REAL Logan would never do this.." Scott screams at him as Logan leaves the Mansion for the last time. He doesn't come back. He didn't even get to tell his Xkits goodbye. It got to the point where Laura dropped out, taking Gabby with her, wanting nothing to do with the school anymore.
So now, here he is. In Maine, an old fisherman, part-time hunter, and the only people he lets around him have healing factors.
He lives with Wade, who still- by the way- doesn't have any grey hairs (maybe because hes bald but- yk)
One night, while Logan is out, making himself feel useful by feeding the small town they're in, providing for more poor families, feeding their children's hungry mouths and asking nothing in return but respect. (It gets to the point that the children cheer when they see Logan, wanting to hug him, but he growls at them to get off, too afraid of hurting them) Wade finally awnsers the ringing phone.
"What." There's vemon in his tone, but soon his eyes widden, and he frowns.
Walking outside he stands there a moment, knowing Logan can hear him.
He ignores him, looking at the fish, litsening, his breathing slowing as he skewers some with his claws. Its not exactly spear fishing but- close.
"What?" His voice is almost annoyed, as if knowing what his long time Husband was about to ask him.
"Logan.."
"No."
"Logan-"
He shakes his head. "Don't care."
"...She's missing."
He pauses, turning after scraping the dead fish into a bucket. "Who's missing?"
"There's a little girl missing."
"So?"
"Logan!"
"I'm not helping them, Wade. That's final." He growls.
For a moment, Wade frowns, but he didn't learn to obey thy husband like the bible said.
He never did.
"Logan, there's a 6 year old out there. All alone. Cold. Probably going to be eaten by wolves!" He shouts from the back porch, knowing his place enough to stay here and not come near his fish. Even after all these years, Logan was still finicky over his food. "And all because some old fart won't help her!"
The silence thickened as Logan thought about it, the hero side of his brain yelling 'We'll find her!' And the hurt old part of him saying 'That's not my buisness.'
".. You find her then." He compromises.
"I can't! And if anyone knows those Canadian woods, it's you! You said you knew those forests like the back of your hand!" Wade protests. "If I could smell someone through miles of freezing snow, I would. But I can't. So here I am, asking The Wolverine to go do what he does best."
He grunts, glaring. "And that is?"
"Helping a little girl get back to her mommy..." Wade says, knowing that he was sold. He knew he was sold the moment he told him to do it himself. "She doesn't have much time, Logan." He sighs, putting a cherry on top.
The greyed man huffed, grumbling under his breath for a moment. "Who will stay here with the dog?"
"Gabby can! She loves gabs." Gott'em.
"What about Laura? Why can't she find her?"
Shit.
"Logan, Laura has barley been in those woods. You've lived in them for years. So. What will it be. Pull up your panties and go save a little girls life? Or do it anyway when our baby girl gets lost too?"
Logan scoffs, disappointed. "..She wouldn't get lost.."
"She would if the scent kept being blown away.."
Wade adds, seeing the 'god damn it, he's right.' look on the old mans brow.
He lets out a large sigh. "...I don't want any help."
"Oh well too fucking bad bucko, I'm gonna go pack my snow suit!"
"No! I mean... I donât want any help from THEM.."
"No promises. I'm not letting poor Susie die just because you have a grudge. Now put your fish in the freezer and lets go! They're coming to pick us up-"
"I ain't flying!!" Logan snarls, watching as his lover ran off, having a deep feeling that he would be in the air shortly..
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tdov was like a week ago already but I just wanna say when I came over to vacation slash help my sworn brother move flat he told me, "ever since you said you wanted to get top surgery I've been thinking about it. it's straight up number two on my bucket list"
#bakuspeech#number one is a house bc obviously. if u can own a house wouldnt u#he was very drunk at that time of the evening. I was not bc I have the constitution of a hot air balloon and any stimulant will blow me up#(relatively new development. france fucked me up big time turns out)#we held hand on his bed for like the whole evening. it was honestly very funny in hindsight but we were extremely earnest in the moment#and Im like. working on this thing as well. I dont got meds or therapy lmao Im bootstrappin here#but yeah early last year his bf offered to get me meds and I... turned it down... I think I was worried abt like. idk. something#but one year past looking back Im fully like that was a stupid move you shouldve gotten meds. youve once again fucked urself baku#but yeah with that kinda realization Ive also come to realized I've somewhat? accepted. that I'm just gonna be. like this#this in light of a number of likely chronic stuff too (hence my balloon-like constitution lmao) and#that's kinda bled into the rest of me without me really noticing#but him bringing that up fully unprompted... kinda jolted me out of it#its just. really incredibly sweet. that someone doesn't want me to settle for what I make do with#and like. preps for that work. just kinda held my hand and told me it's possible to do this actually#I didn't really express how I felt very well in that moment I think my brain is very bad and I process emotions with like a day of delay#but. well. Im thinking abt it Right Now. so yknow thats the kind of impact that had on me lol#not super sure why I wrote all this down here really. I think I just want a good n nice reminder that object permanence is real#and I exist in my friends' life even when Im going insane in a hole by myself#and with the power of friendship we can alter the universe's plan for ourselves and also kill god#that's that. anyways I eat lunch now and then pass out probably. last night was... eventful lmao#but!! very good things on the horizon hopefully. well manifestly we hold hammers and we use them#have a good day lads. let's go out and slay monsters under a highway
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honestly fine with gale as far as how he responds and feels about counter violence to the capitol like i get why katniss is like i hate how he treats innocent human beings like theyâve personally responsible for his suffering and doesnât know about taking a life up close like sheâs right but also heâs thinking big picture during a war and doesnât help most of his thoughts about the capitol or said war are proven right - like when heâs like is it safe to have everyone gathered here at the hospital and katniss is thinking yeah this canât be healthy or encourage healing and heâs thinking no theyâre gonna be targeted bc they canât run and are useless for capitol use and bam what happens. heâs right in his own way half the time but what annoys the fuck me about him is him being like so pushy about his feelings even when he KNOWS katniss is completely oblivious to that kind of stuff and keeps blindsiding her with it and getting mad at her for not knowing what to do with that info even with the fact that she found out at like. the worst time of her life when she was stuck in a situation she would have a very hard time getting out of safely with everyone she loves and holds it against her she cares about peeta at all and the whole you only care about me in pain and all i could think is iâll never compete with how much pain peeta is in so i lost itâs like so you understand how katniss operates is mostly out of concern and worry romantically wise bc she hasnât had a chance to care about this shit outside of like oh who i am hurting/killing with my choices and then are STILL like im gonna kiss her then stop bc sheâs obviously not into it at the moment for the right reasons and itâs like kissing drunk i get heâs like a teenager and is a dumb shit but also leave that girl alone for the love of GOD
#personal#like sorry! iâm gonna like peeta more where they have scenes#where katniss actively seeks him out after nightmares and refuses to let his hand go#where they spend their last free day just hanging out and cuddling and sheâs like okay. to letting this moment go on forever#when she thinks about kissing him sheâs like yeah it felt nice and had a suprising heat and i miss it now that i can actually think about#and in general seems like every moment isnât spent feeling super guilty or worrying about his feelings#like thatâs a large bit of it but more circumstancal than like. something that would happen with peeta#but with gale katniss is like i just want my friend back i feel bad i hurt his feelings like this#how can i make him feel better i wish it was like before and sheâs constantly throwing out olive branches#and gale is upset with nearly choice she makes so yeah i get why sheâs like okay yeah ill kiss him see if that helps#and in her mind itâs like peeta equals the capitol getting what they want and that path#holds so much danger and just. acceptance of the awful life ahead of her#so even if she does talk about his long eyelashes at length i could see why sheâs like confused about feelings for him#and gale seems like okay picking him is picking a different life even sheâs not actively picking him for him#does this make sense i donât know but i get peeved during gale katniss scenes like give that girl a BREAK.#sheâs been through two hunger games is obviously fucked up dealing with a lot of background drama and obviously cares about the people#around her stop being so fuckin mean#like they have nice scenes but itâs not their romantic scenes for sure#she feels safe with gale wants him around and they have nice banter but he keeps fucking it up with this i love you crap#even when he realized he likes her like damn.
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Passing out in the middle of sex w/ the JJK men
Incl: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Choso
Contains: fem reader, stomach bulge (geto's), rough sex, teasing, dirty talk, fluff, comfort, oral (f!receiving), multiple positions, hair pulling, masturbation, sugar baby!Toji, Virgin!Choso
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Gojo:
"Fuck- take my fucking cock baby, take that shit-" Gojo groaned in your ear, his hands gripping your hair, right against your scalp, as he gave you the meanest fucking backshots, bullying his fat cock into your cunt.
Tears streamed down the sides of your flushed cheeks, soaking into the sheets your face was pressed into. Gojo's body was hunched over yours, his hand pressing into the sheets on the side of your body, giving him the perfect leverage to keep himself up while he fucked you nice and deep.
"Sa-toruuu-" You cried, your moans coming out strangled and choked from the way his cock was assaulting your sweet spot so deep inside you. "What is it? Talk to me, baby." Gojo cooed, sucking in a breath through his teeth when he felt your cunt clench tightly around him as his tip hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you.
"S-slow down p-pleasee~" You tried to beg, the words spilling from your lips being barely distinguishable from how slurred they were. Gojo giggled, followed by his hand gripping your hair tighter, making your scalp ache. "I dont think I will..." Gojo cooed, pretending to pout when you cried harder in response.
"You were rubbin' all up on me, interrupting my phone call with Nanamin because you wanted my cock so bad. Now you're cryin' about how it's too much?" Gojo said, scrunching his eyebrows at you in faux sympathy. "Nah, you're gonna take it, sorry mama I really am." He finished, emphasizing his words with a harsh thrust into your cunt.
Your hands dug into the pillow you were holding on to for dear life as he sped up his thrusts, rolling his hips just right so he was obliterating your g-spot, making you see stars in your vision. You tried to beg and cry for reprive, but Gojo was not listening at all, his hand shoving your face harder against the pillow instead as he silently told you to shut up and take it.
Gojo's cock always made you see stars and feel dizzy, but something was different this time. Your vision started to trickle more and more with those fuzzy black dots as he fucked you closer and closer to your orgasm, your eyes struggling to stay in their sockets as they rolled back continuously in your head.
"You cumming baby? You just got so much tighter, fuck!" Gojo groaned, his hand letting up on shoving your head down slightly so he could lean back and rub your clit with the hand that was holding you up. The sneaky thing slinking between your legs and rubbing quick circles against your bud caught you off guard, resulting in a loud cry being ripped from your lungs, making Gojo laugh as you spasmed on his cock, your orgasm taking you by surprise as it wracked your body with tremors.
You opened your mouth in a silent cry as you came, and before you knew it, you were out cold. Your arms going limp under the pillow, your eyes rolling back before they shut completely as you blacked out. "F-fuck-" Gojo hadn't noticed that you passed out, only seconds after he felt your cunt spasm around him, he released your head and placed his hand on your ass, gripping the fat as he pulled out of your pussy, his other hand immediately wrapping around his cock, jerking himself off hastily as he groaned through his orgasm, hot ropes of cum landing all over your ass and back, as Gojo decorated your skin so prettily with his seed.
Your body still trembled in your sleep, but your breathing had evened out. If not for Gojo's hand on your ass, you would've fallen on your side completely. "Shiiiiit, so fucking pretty." Gojo laughed through the last shocks of his orgasm, wringing his cock out over your ass as he made sure he painted your skin with every last drop of his cum.
"You're so quiet baby, you alright?" Gojo asked, tilting his head to the side as he tried to get a better look at your face. Usually, you whined or something when he came all over you, the sensation of his cum on your back making your body jolt in surprise--something. "Baby?" He started to get worried, tucking his cock into his sweats quickly he leaned over you, his hand sliding up your body.
The second Gojo wasn't holding you up anymore, you collapsed against the sheets, your chest rising and falling steadily as you slept. "Oh shit, came so hard you passed out?" Gojo smiled softly, scooping your body into his arms effortlessly. Gojo relaxed when your head tipped limply against his naked chest, your breath tickling his skin. "Maybe I did go too hard, sorry baby~" Gojo cooed, kissing your forehead.
"Alright~ Upsiedasiesy~ Let's go get you cleaned up you drama queen." Gojo smiled to himself, lifting you off the bed as he carried you to the bathroom to clean you up all nice so you didn't wake up a sticky mess in the morning. You were already going to beat his ass in the morning for not listening to you when you told him to slow down, it was the least he could do. Satoru listened to you during sex after that. For the most part.
Geto:
Geto had you in the meanest mating press, your legs over his shoulders, body folded over on itself as he leaned his large frame over yours, slowly but roughly fucking his massive cock into your cunt, stretching you out. Geto was obsessed with watching your eyes roll back in your head each time he thrust his dick to the hilt inside you, his ego swelling each time your face scrunched in painful pleasure from the sheer size of him.
"You feel me in there baby? Feel me in 'ur fuckin' stomach?" Geto groaned, his hand sliding between the two of you to press harshly against your stomach, feeling his cock through your pelvis. Your eyes shot open in alarm, the feeling of his cock being ten times more intense as your g-spot was now forced down to meet his cock.
"S-suguru d-dont press there!!" You tried to tell him, your hands around his neck digging into his skin, sure to leave angry red marks all over his back from your nails. "Su-suguuu!!" You cried. Each time he pulled his cock out and fucked it back inside you it felt like your guts were falling out, your body molding around him when he thrust back inside as he made room for his stupidly large cock.
"But it feels so fucking good-" He groaned, pulling his lip between his teeth as he felt his cock thrust inside you from the outside of your body. "Cmon sweet girl, look~" Geto grabbed your arm, pulling it off of his back, your nails scratching his skin in the process as he let up the pressure of his hand on your tummy, placing your hand where his once was before he pressed his over yours, returning the pressure as he made you feel his cock through your skin.
"You feel that? I'm so deep huh?" Geto cooed against your lips, feeling your rapid breaths tickle against them as you basically hyperventilated from how intense it felt. "Y-yes I feel it- fuck!" You whined, your head tipping back into the pillow, your eyes rolling back in your head, your lids following, shutting around them.
Geto kept your hand pressed there as he leaned forward, sucking hickeys into your neck, his hips fucking faster into you when he felt like your pussy was loosened enough. "Ah- ah- ah-" He fucked short, desperate cries from your lungs with each thrust, your fingers tangling in his long hair, gripping against the strands for dear life.
Your legs ached from the position as he pummeled your cunt, giving you deep thrusts as he pulled his cock out almost entirely before thrusting it back into you. "Sugu- It's too deep- too much-" You cried against his ear, your face only flushing redder and redder the longer he fucked into you.
"Shhh, you can take it, just let me give it to you princess, let me fuck you like this." He whispered back, his breath tickling your neck as he spoke, his lips going back to suck against your neck as he disregarded your words. You cried on his cock all the time, complaining about how it was 'too much' but you never meant it, always complaining and asking why he stopped when he actually did slow down, so why would it be any different this time?
"N-no Sugu reallyyy- t-too much-" You tried to whimper out, your eyes squeezing together tightly as the pressure in your stomach became too much. The pleasure was overwhelming, and his weight pressing against you was overbearing, your body couldn't take it anymore. Your jaw dropped in a gasp right before your body went limp, your mind going completely blank as you passed out, mid stroke.
Your hand loosening in his hair and falling limply against the sheets was all he needed to know something wasn't right. Within seconds of you passing out, Geto pulled his head back from your neck to look at your face, noticing how relaxed it was as your head laid to the side against his pillow. He stopped his thrusts completely, his eyebrows raising in surprise as he let your legs fall from his shoulders, his hand caressing your cheek.
"Baby?" Geto spoke, shaking your head softly, your head jostling limply in his hold. He pulled his cock out of you that instant, his thighs straddling your hips as he cradled your face in both of his hands, shaking a little harder as he tried to wake you up. "Cmon pretty, wake up for me." He mumbled to himself, tapping his fingers against your cheek.
He sighed in relief when you stired awake, gaining your consciousness. "There you are." He smiled, his cock still throbbing hard pointing upwards as he crawled off of you, sliding to the side of your body, running his hands over your cheeks. "You passed out on me baby." He explained when you looked at him slightly confused, your face instinctually leaning into his touch.
He lifted your body with ease from under your arms, making you sit on his thighs, facing him. You leaned forward onto his chest, your shaky body absorbing his body heat. "Asshole..." You mumbled into his skin, wrapping your arms under his, your hands resting on his back. His cock twitched when it was pressed against your stomach, but he did his best to ignore it. "I told you it was too much." You chastized, hiding your face in his chest as you blushed in embarrassment, you cant belive you actually just fucking passed out during sex.
"I'm sorry baby, I didn't know you were serious." He said, trying to hold back his giggles as he soothingly rubbed his hands over your back. "Asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole." You repeated, one of your hands sliding out from his arm to weakly slap at his naked chest, your blush only growing deeper. You wished you would pass out again to excape how embarrassing this was.
"I know, I know. I'm an asshole." He agreed, pressing his lips together as he looked down at you fondly as you took your anger out on him. He knew you were embarrassed, so if this is what made you feel better so be it. The fact that he was still hard only added to your irritation, your face feeling as hot as the sun as you smacked him harder, "Pervert, pervert, pervert, pervert." You groaned, your chant switching between the two.
"I'm sorry, I can't help it." He laughed, squeezing tightly around your body, pressing your arms flush to his body so you couldn't hit him anymore. You blushed furiously and helplessly against him as your body was restrained by his sheer strength. "Are you okay baby? Seriously." He asked, tipping his head to the side as he looked at you, his hand stroking over your head. "I-I'm fine." You blushed at his sudden demeanor change.
"Good, also I think we might want to establish a safeword from now on." He added, your eyes darting around the room as he leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head. You hummed in agreement, still trying to recover from the massive hit to your pride passing out had done to it.
"Let's get you cleaned up, yeah? I'll run you a bath and make you some tea, okay? Sound good princess?" Geto asked, his large hands running over the expanse of your back, making your body relax against his unconsciously as you nodded against him, feeling your eyelids grow heavy with sleep.
Nanami:
"Mmm..." Nanami moaned against your clit, shaking his head back and forth along your folds while he sucked your clit between his lips, his tongue flicking against it in his mouth. "Fff-uck!!" You cried, your thighs squeezing around his head as he ate you out like a man starved.
Your hands dug into his hair tightly, your nails raking against his scalp to ground yourself, Nanami's long fingers curled right against your sweet spot inside you, his quick thrusts only adding to the already loud squelching coming from between your legs, making the tips of your ears turn red in embarrassment. You fought your head to stay down, looking at Nanami, you didn't want to miss the sight of your gorgeous husband eating you out.
It's not like it was a rare occurrence, Nanami ate you out every single time before the two of you had sex, but it was a sight to behold every single time. You never got tired of the sight of his lidded eyes staring at yours, the entire half of his lower face covered in your slick, his usually uniform hair being strewn in every direction as you ruffled the strands, your hands pushing his bangs out of his face to get a better view of him.
One of Nanami's hands was pressed between his body and the bedsheets as he jerked himself off while he ate you out, unable to ignore the throbbing pleasure in his cock he got from tasting you. He stroked his cock to the pace of his fingers inside you, trying to mimic the way your cunt felt around him.
"Oh fuck- Nanami right there-" You moaned, your jaw dropping in a small o when he sucked your clit just right, his fingers stabbing into your spot simultaneously, causing the most delicious pleasure to wrack through your body. Your back arched as you pressed Nanami's head agaisnt your pussy, keeping him in that exact spot that had you seeing stars. "Fuck don't stop- k-keep sucking my clit I'm gonna cum-" You gasped, your words coming out breathily as you threw your head back, your eyes screwed shut from the pleasure.
Nanami groaned into your folds, his hand jerking faster over his cock when he felt your cunt pulse faster around his fingers. "Nggghhhh-" You whined as the pleasure took over your body, your thighs snapping shut around your husbands head as he continued to suck your clit into his mouth, his fingers fucking into you as he worked your though your orgasm.
Your body jerked forward, hands digging into his hair as you cried out his name as you felt your release squirt into his mouth. Nanami drank up all of you hungrily, his tongue lapping at the base of his fingers when you started to come down from your high, his adam's apple bobbing as he greedily swallowed up all of your cum.
"Good girl, good fucking girl." Nanami groaned against your clit, his voice coming out hoarse. You whined as his fingers continued thrusting inside of you, his hand still jerking quickly over his cock. You thought he was going to stop after you came, but you quickly realized after trying to push his head away to no avail, that that was not the case. Nanami was in one of his moods, and he was not done eating your pussy quite yet.
"Fuck- Ken waitttt- It's sensitive Kento-" You cried, your hands pushing at his head harder, trying to get him to let up. His hand that was jerking himself off shot out from under him to grab at both of your wrists, pushing them off of his head as he gripped them over your pelvis, his eyes shooting daggers at you.
You whined, your body thrashing and jerking in oversensitivity as he kept fucking you, continuing the same rough pace as before, your poor clit being assaulted by his ruthless tongue as he battered at it. "Oh g-oddd-" You groaned, your face scrunched in the overwhelming pleasure as he fucked you quickly towards another orgasm.
You thought the black dots that started to speckle your vision were because of your impending orgasm, but you would be sorely mistaken. Your entire body tensed before it relaxed against the sheets, your head fell back against the pillow, your hands loosened in Nanami's hair, and your thighs relaxed with the rest of your body as you fell unconcious.
Nanami's eyes were screwed shut as he shook his head back and forth, but they peeled open when he noticed how your body relaxed at once. He was met with your peaceful-looking face as your body laid slack agaisnt the sheets. He quickly raised from between your thighs, wiping your cum from his mouth with the back of his hand he reached over you and caressed your face, calling your name repeatedly.
It didn't take much for you to come to, you were only out for maybe a total of thirty seconds. You awoke to Nanami's body hovering over yours, his flushed face staring at yours with concern. "Hey there." He smiled when you fully opened your eyes. The first thing you noticed was how sore you felt between your legs, your face scrunching in discomfort.
"I'm sorry, that was too much wasn't it?" Nanami immediately apologized, his face softening as he caressed your sleepy-looking face. "I- I didn't know I was going to pass out, I'm sorry." You replied, looking away from his gaze. Sure, it did feel intense, but nothing more than you haven't felt before.
"Don't apologize sweet thing, it was my fault, I should be more careful. I got carried away." Nanami said honestly. Your shaky hands reached up to wrap around his neck, pulling his face down to meet your own. His lips met yours in a soft kiss, full of love and compassion, before you pulled away, looking at him with a red face.
"I'm okay, It's alright Ken." You reassured, rubbing your fingers over his undercut, making him practically purr. He sighed in relief before his body was pressing against yours, his arms wrapping under your body. "You had me worried. Never passed out on me before." Nanami spoke into the crook of your neck, pressing light kisses into the skin there.
You giggled, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck, keeping him tightly against you. "Kento." You spoke after a couple seconds, making him hum into your neck. "You're really hard. I can feel it on my leg." You whispered, blushing at your own words. Nanami cleared his throat before he spoke, his head pulling up from your neck to look at your face, "Ah, sorry. Ignore that, I'll go take care of it." He said, the tips of his ears turning red.
You pulled him back down towards you when he tried to get up to take care of his little problem. "That's not what I meant." You said, looking into his eyes while you bit your lip. "I uh... I'm up to keep going if you want. You haven't even put it in yet." You said, running your fingers up the back of his head, sending goosebumps down his spine.
"I don't know if that's a good idea..." Nanami said softly, trying to ignore how hard his cock twitched in his sweats at the proposition. "Ken I'm okay I promise. Please? I want you inside me." You whispered, wrapping your legs around his hips. Those words were all he needed to hear. Looking between your bodies before he pressed his clothed cock agaisnt your cunt, he looked back up at you before he spoke, "Are you sure?"
You humped your hips up to meet his as you nodded, "I'm sure, please." You said once more, moaning softly when his tip bumped against your sensitive clit. With a sigh, Nanami leaned forward, hovering his lips right above yours, "Alright... I'll be careful."
Toji: cw: toji keeps going after you pass out, breeding kink
"Dirty fuckin' girl, pussy is fuckin' swallowing up my cock," Toji growled, yanking your hips back to meet his, his heavy balls slapping against your clit roughly, making you whine in painful pleasure. You arched your back, throwing your ass against him to meet his thrusts, your hands against the sheets holding yourself up giving you the perfect leverage to fuck yourself on his cock.
"Fuck Toji- Harder- give it to me harder-" You begged, biting your lip as your eyes crossed at his cock pounding against your g-spot, his fat tip absolutely obliterating it. "Anything for my favorite client~" Toji groaned, smirking at your shameless show of your need for him, his hips pulling back further as he fucked all 8 inches into you faster, pulling out to the tip before he bullied it back inside you.
"Ohmygoddd-" You whined, your cunt gushing around him as he fucked you just how you liked, his hands sneaking under your body to rub at your clit, adding to your pleasure. "How's that feel mama? Am I giving it to you good? You like when I fuck you hard like this?" Toji cooed, groaning through his words. You fucking loved how filthy his mouth was.
Toji wasn't quiet outside of the bedroom, but he wasn't exactly a man of many words. During sex, however--this beast of a man got pussy drunk on you quick every single time, the feeling of your familiar tight, wet walls around him never failing to make his lips loose, filth spilling from his lips without a second thought the second they popped into his fucked out head.
"Yes T-toji, feels so good- you're s-so deep-" You whined back, feeling tears start to well up in your eyes. Toji groaned at your words, his finger rubbing faster across your clit, his movements becoming sloppy as your words worked him up to no end. Toji would never admit it out loud, but he had a major praise kink. He could feel his cock leak pre-cum every time you told him how good his cock felt inside you.
"Yeah, pretty girl? Feels that good? You fucking love this dick huh?" He babbled, sucking air in through his teeth when you clenched around him. "Yes Tojiiii, love it so much- fucking love your dick- g'na make me cum-" You cried, your words coming out slurred. Toji loved how easy it was to make you cum, your body was so sensitive to his every touch it drove him up the fucking walls.
"Good girl, this fucking dick loves you too." Toji laughed through a groan. "'M gonna cum with you pretty girl, where do you want it, hm? Where do you want my c-cum? he added, feeling his cock twitch inside your cunt with his impending release.
"I-Inside inside please- cum inside me-" You babbled, the upper half of your body falling against the sheets as your arms gave out. Toji's body chased yours, his hands planting on the sides of your body on the bed as he humped his cock into you, his fingers not letting up on your clit as he rubbed small quick circles into the little bud.
You felt so dizzy with his cologne filling up your nose with his proximity. He hooked his fingers into your already open mouth as he gave you hard, deep thrusts, fucking you both toward your orgasms. "Yeah? Want me to fill you up? Cum deep inside your tight little cunt?" Toji groaned against the shell of your ear. "Might knock you up, bet you'd like that though huh? Bet it makes you feel all hot jus' thinkin' about it, can feel your pussy tryna' milk my cock right now." He babbled.
You didnt even have time to respond before you were gasping agaisnt his fingers, your eyes rolling back in your head as his cock fucked your orgasm out of you, his hips rolling into your ass, the tip of his cock massaging against your sweet spot so perfectly, making your eyes roll back in your head. "Oh shit- so fucking tight-" Toji groaned as you came around him, your pussy spasming around him.
You severely underestimated how hard your orgasm was. Barely three seconds into it and you were blacking out, your arch falling as you fell limply against the sheets, Toji's hips chasing yours as he continued fucking into you with reckless abandon. "Oh shit, did'ya pass out, pretty?" Toji groaned, his hands pressing into the sheets next to your body as he continued humping into your warm cunt, his eyes taking in the sight of your relaxed face.
"Shit-" Toji laughed, feeling a whole new wave of arousal wracks through him, "You don't mind if I finish right? 'M so fucking close~" He cooed at you as you breathed steadily against the sheets, your cunt still sucking him in as tightly as it was while you were awake. Toji smirked as he picked up his pace, his cock pistoning in and out of you with loud squelches. "Yeah, you don't mind. Such a good girl for me, always so fucking good." He praised, feeling himself on the edge.
"Fuck- I'm cumming princess, gonna fill you up just how you w-wanted. Sorry, you're not awake to f-feel it. There's gonna be so fucking much." He babbled, his hips losing their rhythm inside you right before he came. Your body jostled limply as he used your cunt to get himself off, his hips stilling agaisnt your ass as he shot rope after rope of his hot cum inside you, groaning loudly through his teeth as he did so.
"Yeah take that fucking load- goddd. Suck me so good even when you're out. Heh." he huffed out a laugh as he rolled his hips agaisnt your ass, making sure he gave you every last drop of his cum. He let himself relish in the feeling of your warm walls spasming around him for a few seconds longer before he pulled out, his cum chasing his cock as it dripped out of your tight hole, dribbling down your pussy.
Sitting back on his heels, he scooped his cum up with his fingers before he shoved them inside you, making sure his cum stayed nice and deep in your pussy. "Guess I gotta wake you up now, huh?" Toji said to himself, his eyes taking in how peaceful you looked. "Time to get up sleeping beauty. Daddy needs his payment." He said half joking as he crawled up your body and slapped your cheek softly before following it up with a gently rub, trying to wake you up.
Sukuna: cw: heian era true form sukuna, monsterfucking, rough sex, cervix fucking, degradation, stomach bulge, misogyny if you squint, squirting, semi-soft Sukuna at the end
"That's the best you can do? Your reputation does not precede you, I thought you could take cock with no problem, hm? Should I have chosen someone else?" Sukuna teased, pouting as you struggled to ride his massive cock, your hands jerking his second cock in tandem as you tried to bounce on the other.
Sukuna had never picked up a girl from a whorehouse before, but with your reputation running rampant across the village he resided in about how well you supposedly took cock, he decided to give it a shot. He was only teasing when he said he should've chosen someone else. You were easy on the eyes, and he would be lying if he said he didn't love watching a pretty girl struggle on his cock.
Usually, he would be fed up with this slow, weak pace, but he was in no rush today, so he decided to have a little fun with you. "I've n-never taken someone as big as you m-my lord." You whined, your hands squeezing around his tip harder when his cock hit your cervix painfully as you sat down on it.
"No? Is that why you're being such a crybaby?" He asked, tilting his head at you as he watched fat tears roll down your rosy cheeks, mixing with the sweat beading on your neck. His eyes watched how your tits bounced as you rode him, only taking in about half of his cock as the whole thing proved to be too painful.
"Fuckkk-" You groaned, ignoring his words as you tried to focus on taking his cock the best you could. Sukuna sat back agaisnt his throne, two inhuman arms spread over the armrests on his throne, two placed on your thighs, his long nails digging into your thighs as you rode him.
The slow pace was annoying, sure, but it was doing something for him to watch your face twist in painful pleasure as you fucked him. "L-lord Sukuna, P-please, a little help please-" You whined, feeling your legs start to ache from riding him for so long, your stomach starting to cramp from how deep he was inside you.
"How shameless." He tsked, "We just met, you fuck me at the pace of a snail, and now you dare to ask me for help? What terrible manners." He chastised before his strong hands pulled you down against him completely, his cock fucking into your cunt as deep as it could go, his tip knocking painfully against your cervix.
You cried out in pain, the sound sending blood rushing to his cock, a sinister smile spreading across his face as he watched you writhe on top of him, your hands leaving his second cock to press over the bulge in your tummy, your jaw dropped in awe. "It's deep huh? I can see it poking through your skin." Sukuna growled before his hands slit to your waist and used the leverage he had there to fuck you on his cock like his own personal cocksleve.
"S-sukunaa!! L-ord Sukuna p-please! It's too much!" You cried, your hands grabbing his thick wrists as he fucked you at an inhuman pace--fitting. Sukuna looked at you almost disgusted, confused, you couldn't tell through the tears blurring your vision. "What a selfish girl." He growls. "I thought you wanted help? But now it's too much? Make up your mind, dumb woman."
You could do nothing but cry and scream as he impaled you on his cock. You've never felt anything like how you were feeling right now, it was so intense. You swore the second you walked out of here, you were going to go straight to the infirmary to check if he had punctured your stomach open, because it sure as hell felt like it.
"And now she can't even talk, how pathetic." Sukuna tsked, looking at you with a face full of disappointment. You could barely register the small sinister smirk spreading across his face before you felt the reason for his demeanor change on your body. Looking down you saw a mouth the size of a small child had manifested on his stomach, and a thick tongue was poking out between the lips to lick at your pussy.
"H-huh!?" You yelped in surprise when the tongue battered harshly against you, sending sparks through your tummy. "Surely you'll be able to move your hips now, hm? This spot here makes women so sensitive." Sukuna cooed, watching how the tongue on his stomach emphasized his words by trying to focus on your clit. The attempt proved to be a little difficult from the size difference of your small clit to his tongue, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself nonetheless.
"Wait- w-wait please p-lease wait-" you cried, the feeling of his tongue quickly becoming overwhelming. The cock not inside you was dripping pre-cum all over the outside of your tummy, the appendage having a strong curve as his tip was being rubbed against your skin. Before Sukuna could spew more mean words, a clear liquid was being sprayed across his abdomen, making his eyes open in surprise.
Sukuna had never seen anything like it before. The liquid dripped down his cock, and all over his abdomen, some of it even landing on the stomach mouth as he lapped it up greedily, tasting the liquid. While Sukuna was still taking in this new sight, your body collapsed limply against his chest, his hands freezing in place as he looked down at your smaller frame agaisnt him, breathing peacefully unconscious as if you weren't currently tending to him.
"You're kidding me," Sukuna growled, the prominent vein in his forehead popping out as he ran his hand through his hair, sighing at the current predicament. "Human women are so weak." He sighed, continuing to rake his eyes over your frame as you slept without a care in the world against him. "I have no interest in fooling around with a sleeping person. So boring." He said, his lip raising in untinerest.
His cock was still hard inside of you, his mind still replaying what had happened moments before you passed out so selfishly. How could you expose him to something like that then pass out? He wanted to see it again. His eyes studied your face, and after some time he found himself thinking you looked almost cute.
He didn't recognize the feeling, chalking it up to amusement as one of his large hands rested on your lower back. his eyes finally looking away from your frame as he looked around the empty room around him. "You better wake up soon, girl. I'm not done with you." Sukuna growled, relaxing against his throne as he waited for his little plaything to awaken.
Choso:
"Fuck- oh god this feels so good-" Choso cried, humping his big cock desperately and sloppily inside your cunt. Choso was a virgin prior to your interaction now, and you had somehow convinced him to let you take his virginity from him. You had always been attracted to the half-curse, so you thought this was a brilliant idea.
What you hadn't accounted for, was the possibility that this innocent man had a horse cock between his thighs. Choso had thought there was something wrong with his equipment when you stared at his cock like it was something foreign after he pulled it out of his pants. "I-is there something wrong?" He had asked insecurely.
Your eyes merely dragged up to meet his eyes slowly, the awestruck look still on your face, your jaw dropped in a small o shape as you stared at him incredulously. When you told him his cock was the biggest you'd ever seen, he looked almost confused, proceeding to ask you if that was a good thing. Choso clearly had no idea how big he was, and he definitely had no idea how to use it.
He was so oblivious to how much damage his dick was currently doing to your pussy. You briefly taught him how to stretch you out on his fingers, but even as thick as they were--they did little to prepare you for the girth and length of his cock. You bit your bottom lip as you tried to conceal your moans, trying your best to instruct Choso how to fuck you correctly.
His reckless, sloppy thrusting did feel good nonetheless, but you knew with a cock his size--that it could feel even better if he fucked you with some sort of a technique. "C-choso- a-aim your hips up when you t-thrust inside me," You whined, your hands reaching down to grab his hips and pull them towards you, trying to give him some direction. "L-like this?" Choso asked, thrusting into you at a new angle, the tip of his cock pistoning straight into your sweet spot.
You sighed out in sweet relief at how good it felt. "Yes~ Fuck yes, right there Choso, keep fucking me right there, just like t-that," You praised, your eyes rolling back in your head as it fell back against the pillow. You allowed Choso to have his way with your body as your relaxed against the sheets.
It was a smart move on your end to suck Choso off and make him cum once before he fucked you, he was lasting longer than you thought he would for a virgin. "God- It's so tight. Is it always this tight?" He asked, staring between where the two of you were connected, beads of sweat rolling down the sides of his face.
"Mhmm- y-yeah." You answered, only half listening to his question as he fucked you just right, his fat cock hitting all the right spots inside you. "It's so warm too... I love this, I love fucking you like this. I- I don't want this to end." He babbled honestly, quickly becoming pussy drunk as his eyes searched for yours. You looked down at him, meeting his desperate, puppy-like gaze.
Smiling at his sweet face, you placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him towards you, your lips grazing against his. "Me neither Choso, keep fucking me. Your cock feels s-so good inside me." You whispered against his lips, resulting in a whine from the dark-haired man before you pressed your lips to his, swallowing up all his gasps and whines.
He kissed you sloppily, but his beginner technique felt good as he tried to copy you, licking into your mouth, and tangling his tongue with yours. "This feels good," He pulled away to moan aginst your lips before leaning back in to continue making out with you.
His honesty made you hot all over, you don't think you've ever been with a guy as verbal and sweet as Choso. "So good Cho, you're doing so good." You groaned against his lips, seeing stars behind your eyes each time he fucked his cock inside you.
He pulled back from the kiss as he placed leaned back on his heels, pulling your thighs over his as he fucked into you in the new position. This position allowed his cock to fuck straight into your g-spot, making you cry out loudly for him. "Holy fuck-" You groaned, your eyes rolling back in your head at how intense it felt.
Choso groaned at your response, his face heating up at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him tighter at this new angle. While the curse took in how your body moved and bounced under him, his eyes latched onto a small pearl-looking thing right above the hole he was fucking into, the bead being covered slightly with a flap of skin.
The sudden urge to touch it came over him as he reached out for it, "Can I touch right here?" He asked. Before you were able to look down at what he was referring to, you felt his thumb on your clit, the pad of it rubbing along the nub with pinpoint accuracy. The added sensation of him touching your clit made you scream out for him.
The fact that this half-curse had manifested less than a year ago, was currently losing his virginity, and had found your clit with such ease, better than most people you've had who weren't virgins and had been alive for however many years-- sent you spiraling. "Fuck Cho w-wait-" You tried to warn him it was too much, but it was too late.
Your vision went blurry and your head spun as little black dots clouded your vision before you blacked out, falling unconscious in the middle of him fucking into you and harshly rubbing at your clit. "H-huh?" Choso stopped moving when he looked down and noticed your limp body. He called out you name, and to no avail, not even a twitch of response from your out-cold body.
He stayed inside of you, frozen in place as he tried to think of what to do. "A-are you okay?" He asked, his hand shaking the side of your body gently, your body jiggling with his touch. "I don't know what to do..." He mumbled, looking around the room like the walls would come to life and give him guidance.
"Hey, you okay?" He repeated again, leaning over your body to shake your face, his cock still snug inside you. You winced and groaned as you came to, your eyes cracking open once more. You were met with Choso smiling softly at you, looking relieved. "You fell asleep. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. Are you okay?" He asked, keeping his hand on your face, rubbing the sweat from your skin.
"Fuck... Choso I'm sorry, I bet I scared you huh?" You said apologetically, your hand cupping over his as you rubbed the back of his hand. Choso pouted before he responded, "Don't be sorry, I was a little startled, but I think that was my fault." He said, a light blush dusting across his cheeks. "Does that normally happen?" He asked, tipping his head at you.
You laughed, your hand caressing down his arm. "Not usually no, it's definitely never happened to me before, you're dick is just too good Cho." You giggled, watching how embarrassed he got when you said that. "I-I don't know." He said, looking away from your face in embarrassment--he really was oblivious.
"No?" You teased, purposefully squeezing your cunt around his cock, making him hiss at the sensation, his eyes fluttering shut. "Why don't you fuck me some more, hm? I'll tell you all about how good your cock makes me feel." You whisper teasingly, your hand coming up to stroke his cheek, pushing his stray hair away from his face.
"Is that okay?" He asked hesitantly, "What if you pass out again?" Choso swallowed all the saliva in his dry mouth, feeling himself throb inside your walls. He really did want to keep going, but he was afraid of you passing out again. "It's okay, just take it easy, and maybe don't touch my clit for now." You added, laughing, making him blush as he nodded in understanding.
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