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whor3ing · 2 months ago

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𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 | 𝑴.𝑺

▶︎ ၊၊||၊ INTO IT , CHASE ATLANTIC

Matt Sturniolo!bf x f!reader

WARNINGS : smut, phone sex, talking you through touching yourself, FaceTime, public, established relationship, teasing you at work, lots of dirty talk, tapping it on the screen, mutual masturbation, mentions of breeding! usage of “slut" & "good girl"

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IN WHICH.. You head to work while Matt, who has the day off, decides to make your morning anything but productive—sending you teasing texts, a filthy voice message, and finally calling you, pushing you to sneak away and give in to him.

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word count : 5k ♡

✶ Matt version of Between Words, but it's in public!

00 : Morning After

Matt had barely stirred when you slipped out of bed this morning, mumbling something incoherent before rolling over and burying his face in your pillow.

His hair was a mess, strands falling over his forehead, lips slightly parted as he exhaled slow, steady breaths.

The covers were tangled around his waist, his bare shoulders peeking out from beneath the sheets, smooth and warm under the early morning light filtering through the curtains.

You’d been jealous, just for a second—knowing he got to spend the day wrapped in blankets while you had to clock in for another long shift. He looked so peaceful, so comfortable, his body molded perfectly into the mattress like he belonged there. His lashes fluttered slightly, lips parting as he shifted, pulling your pillow closer like he could still feel the warmth you’d left behind, as if nothing had ever happened.

It was hard not to focus on the feeling of the night before, the argument still lingering in the air between you two, even the make-up sex hadn't fully fixed it.

You hadn’t meant to fight, but somehow, the words had gotten out of hand. You had both said things you didn’t mean, and now, this morning, there was a heavy silence in the room, an uncanny feeling of anger and unrequited love.

But watching him like this, so vulnerable and unaware, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt, even with how annoyed you were.

It would’ve been so easy to slip back under the covers, to press yourself against him and let the morning slip away in slow, lazy kisses, kisses that rung with both forgiveness and love. You’d thought about it—lingering for just a moment longer than necessary, watching the way his fingers twitched slightly against the sheets, like he was dreaming.

But reality had other plans.

With a sigh, you’d forced yourself to move, brushing a kiss over his shoulder before quietly slipping out of the room.

Now, sitting in your car in the parking lot, you can’t help but think about him again—probably still in that same position, arms hugging your pillow, still lost in sleep while you have a full day ahead of you.

You hate how professional you look today, wishing you could just wear something that didn’t remind you of work. The blazer feels too stiff, the fabric scratching against your skin, and the blouse underneath feels tight, like it’s hugging you in all the wrong places. Your slacks aren't any better, they're dark, tailored, and perfectly pressed to you, but not at all comfortable.

Maybe if you’d worn something different—something more comfortable, like his clothes, the clothes you’d had on just a few hours ago when you were tangled in his sheets.

Just as you grab your bag and push the door open, your phone buzzes in the cup holder. You barely glance at it as you step into the warm morning air, figuring it’s just some work notification.

But as you step into the elevator and pull it from your pocket, Matt’s name flashes across the screen.

You sigh, leaning against the back wall as the silver doors slide shut, unlocking your phone. He has the day off—why was he even up this early?

Matt: Mornin’, pretty Matt: Bet you’re already stressed.

Your lips press together, rolling your eyes as you type back.

You: It’s too early for this.

Matt: Too early for what? Conversation? Love? Affection?

You: Too early for your bullshit, Matt

The dots appear almost instantly, and you can practically hear the smirk in his next message.

Matt: Damn. Someone’s cranky

Matt: Almost like she didn’t get properly taken care of again before leaving for work

You freeze, fingers hovering over the keyboard.

You: Matt.

Matt: What? Just saying…

Matt: I woke up alone. Kinda rude, don’t you think?

You swallow, shifting on your feet as the elevator dings, doors sliding open to the familiar hum of the office.

You: You’ll live.

Matt:Yeah?

Matt: Or maybe I’ll just entertain myself

01 : Irresistible Urges

You feel a rush of heat crawl up your neck at his words, your throat suddenly dry with anticipation.

Entertain himself? What the hell does that even mean?

You step off the elevator, trying to shake the sudden nerves, but the thought lingers as you make your way to your desk. The buzzing of your phone in your hand feels like a constant reminder of everything that's waiting for you at home and you can’t help but glance down at the screen again.

The office around you is buzzing with energy, but it’s the kind of quiet, focused energy that only comes with the first few hours of the workday.

The hum of computers and the soft clicking of keyboards fill the space, and the sharp smell of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air, mingling with the faint scent of printer ink and paper.

The corner of your desk is still covered in the usual clutter—sticky notes with things you’d meant to do yesterday, a picture frame with a smiling photo of you and Matt on a lazy afternoon. The frame is tucked between your coffee mug and your keyboard, a silent reminder of him, even here, even now.

The phone in your hand vibrates again as you settle into your desk and you can’t help but glance down at it.

Matt: Don’t forget about me while you’re pretending to work, wouldn’t want you getting too focused on something else, sweetheart

A moment later, your phone vibrates again. You glance down, the screen showing a picture from Matt.

It’s a photo of him, laying back on your bed, his shirt slightly lifted to reveal the faintest line of his abs, this v-line, and his hips. His hair is still messy from just waking up, and there’s a teasing, almost smirking look on his face, one that makes your stomach tighten.

He’s holding the phone with one hand, the other casually resting on the low waistband of his sweatpants, his black boxers peeking out at you, as if he’s got nothing better to do than send you this.

You quickly glance around the office, your breath hitching when you realize how exposed you are. The last thing you need is someone catching a glimpse of the picture Matt just sent you.

You shove the phone into your lap, pretending to focus on your computer screen, but all you can think about is that damn picture.

The way he looked, so casually teasing you, as if he knew exactly how much it would affect you. Your fingers hover over the keyboard, but every time you think about typing, your mind wanders back to him—his smile, the way his veins ran down his side, trailing to his v-line, just visible enough to make you want more.

Matt: You still there? Or am I distracting you too much?

Your fingers hover over the keyboard again, fighting the urge to respond too quickly. After a moment, you finally reply.

You: You’re distracting me more than you know

You hit send before you can overthink it, your breath heavy as his response comes through almost instantly.

Matt: You’re distracting me too, you know that? I can’t stop thinking about you… About how badly I want to see you again.. how much I fuckin' miss you baby..

You: And who's fault is that?

Matt: Oh, you wanna play that game?

Matt: Pretty sure it’s yours for leaving me all alone this morning. Cold bed, no good morning kiss… felt kinda cruel, baby.

Your breath hitches as another message comes through.

Matt: In fact… I think you owe me. Wanna know how?

You: I’m almost scared to ask.

Matt: Almost? So you’re curious then…That’s cute.

Your thighs press together as you shift in your chair, your eyes darting around the office, making sure no one is paying attention to you.

You: I have work to do, Matt.

Matt: And I have a problem that only you can fix, baby. Laying in your bed, thinking about last night… about you…

Matt: Kinda hard not to, when I can still smell you on my sheets..

Your breath catches, heart pounding as you stare at the screen.

You: Matty…

Matt: Mmm, there it is. That little warning. Like you don’t want me to keep going.

Matt: But you do, don’t you slut?

Another picture comes through. This time, his hand is lower, fingers teasing at the waistband of his boxers, his sweats barely hanging onto his hips.

You inhale sharply, your heart hammering in your ears, echoing through your skull, and before you can even process what’s happening, the screen flashes again.

It’s a voice message.

You press the phone to your ear, putting the volume as low as it can possibly be before pressing play.

The soft crackle of static fills your ear before Matt’s voice pours through—low, smooth, and dripping with sex.

"I can't stop thinking about you.." He pauses, lewd noises spilling from his mouth as he strokes his dick for you over the phone.

"fuckin' bouncing on my cock with your tits out.. god..baby.. yes"

Matt groans, pumping his cock for you, the sound echoing through your head, making your pussy soaked.

"God.. if I was there," He pauses, a whimper escaping his lips. "I would sit right next to you and put my fingers in you now— I don't fucking care I would finger you under your desk and make you come for me in front of everyone—your fuckin' boss, your stupid colleagues... oh fuck.."

The voice message ends abruptly, and for a moment, everything goes still.

His words hang in the air, replaying in your mind, leaving your heart racing. You slowly pull the phone away from your ear, your hand shaking as you try to steady your breath.

It doesn't take much time for your phone to vibrate again, but this time, instead of another teasing text or voice message, Matt’s name flashes across the screen with an incoming call. Your breath catches, fingers hovering over the answer button. You know exactly what he’s doing—pushing you, making the wetness between your legs impossible to ignore.

You glance around, making sure no one is watching, before quickly pressing the phone to your ear.

"Matt," you whisper, voice barely steady.

“Go somewhere,” Matt breathes into the phone, his voice is rough and breathy. the sound of shuffling and wetness coming through the phone as he urgently continues.

“Anywhere. Back to your car. Now.”

Your pulse jumps. “Matt, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he cuts you off, voice dropping even lower. “C’mon, baby. Be a good girl and listen to me, or i'll fuckin' make you come with me right here."

"God— fuck okay.." you whisper, the words barely leaving your lips before you’re already standing, your legs feeling a little unsteady beneath you, your pussy so wet you can feel it nearly dripping onto your thighs.

You’re so fucking aware of the absolute heat between your legs, the way Matt's voice echoes in your mind, pushing you to do exactly what he wants.

You glance around, making sure no one sees you leave, leaving the hum of the office behind you as you enter the sleek silver elevator doors once again; Matt's groans still pressed to your ear.

Once you reach the parking lot, you slide into your car, your heart thumping in your chest as you slide into the backseat, the cool leather of the seat beneath you making you shiver. You don’t even bother with anything else—just pressing the phone back to your ear and covering the windshield with some random fucking blanket kept in your backseat.

Matt’s voice is immediately there, waiting for you. “Good girl,” he purrs. “I knew you’d listen to me you fucking slutty girl."

His voice drops to a low, husky tone, sending shivers down your spine. "I was thinking about you baby, and I couldn't focus on anything else, I had to fucking stoke this cock for you..I couldn't wait anymore baby."

You feel a warm blush rise to your cheeks as you hear his words through the phone, your pulse beating faster, so loud you can nearly hear it through your ears as you slide off your slacks, pushing them to the floor. "What were you thinking about?"

"Going to work with you... eating you out under your desk while you moan for me, that pussy is so fucking good, I miss fillin' it up with all my come."

"How your back arches when I fuck you so deep," He murmurs, his voice exasperated. "When I tell you to keep bounce that ass on my cock and let go for me.."

His words leave you breathless and full of desire. You can feel your face burning with heat as your back slides against the backseat.

You're so nervous to be in the parking lot like this, but god you can't help but be so fucking slutty, all for Matt.

Your nipples harden against the fabric of your blouse with every word he murmurs, mixed with the rough groans and lewd sounds of his wet cock from through the other end of the line.

His voice is dripping with desire when he talks again, "I miss you, let me see you, baby.. let me show you how I'm stroking this fucking cock for you .."

You smile, pressing the familiar FaceTime button, and as the camera flickers to life, you adjust yourself to fit in frame, the phone propped up against the back of the driver's seat.

Matt's camera flutters to life soon after, and there he is, propped up against the headboard, his phone right on his abdomen, teasing you.

His hair, is tousled and messy as if he's been running his fingers through it since he woke up. The soft light of your shared bedroom and the sun outside of the window catch faint white undertones onto his skin, making him look as if he were to radiate light itself.

His jawline catches the light when he shifts slightly to look closer at you, the shadow of his stubble visible to you as a grin forms at the corners of his mouth, a grin that makes you ache from head to toe.

He shifts slightly, the camera from his phone slipping just enough to tease, his fingers dragging over his stomach. “What, baby? Couldn’t focus? Kept thinking about me all warm in our bed stroking this dick.. while you sat there all tense at your desk?”

Your breath catches, fingers tightening around your phone as you press yourself deeper into the car seat, pressing your thighs together.

Matt smirks, clearly enjoying how worked up you already are. “I bet you kept checking your phone, just waiting for me to text you again,” he taunts, voice smooth and slow, like he has all the time in the world to unravel you. “And when I did? You practically ran out of there.”

He shifts again, the screen still propped up, the smallest view possible of the side of his cock filling the screen, teasing you with what you can’t have. “Look at you now,” he murmurs, voice thick with amusement. “Sitting in your car, squeezing your fuckin' thighs together, trying to pretend you’re not losing your mind over me.”

His fingers find the base of his dick, moving up and down against his shaft as he continues, “Go on, baby. Show me how much you missed me.”

You exhale sharply, your free hand gripping your thigh, trying to keep yourself grounded. “Matt,” you warn, but it comes out weaker than you’d like.

He just laughs, low and smug. “That’s all you’ve got? Just my name?” He tilts the camera slightly, giving you a better view of the way his fingers tease along his stomach, dipping just beneath the sheet before pulling back. “You rushed out of the office for this, didn’t you? Got all worked up at your desk, couldn’t sit still, had to run out before someone saw how flustered you were.”

He pauses, watching you, his voice dropping even lower. “Tell me, baby. Did anyone notice? The way you kept shifting in your chair, biting your lip, staring at your phone like you were desperate for more?”

“Mmm.” He hums, his cock filling the screen as he strokes it just for you, his eyebrows bunching as he groans through his words, “I think they did.” He smirks. “And I think you liked it.”

Matt leans a little closer to his screen, his piercing blue eyes sharpening as he takes you all in. His eyes travel over your frame, lingering for a moment before his lips part slightly, his voice dropping just a bit. "Fuck.. you look so good—so beautiful, angel.."

Matt’s smirk deepens as his eyes fixate on you, a teasing glint in them. “Take off your blouse,” he commands, his voice smooth and demanding. “I want to see you, baby. Now.."

The heat in his words wraps around you, a mix of desire and hesitation flooding your chest. His eyes stay locked on yours through the screen, waiting for you to follow his command.

“Do it slow,” he adds, groaning as the lewd wet sounds from his cock fill the speaker, his voice drops lower, sending a shiver down your spine as he continues, “I want to watch you take it off, piece by piece.”

His gaze intensifies as he leans back, visibly impatient, yet thoroughly enjoying this control he’s got over you. “Come on, baby. You know you want to.”

Adrenaline and desire course through you as you slowly take off your blazer, throwing it onto the seat beside you.

You slowly lift the hem of your blouse, just enough to tease him, right below your breasts, allowing them to peek out, just a little bit. His reaction is immediate—his eyes are glued to the screen, his jaw falling open as he takes in the sight of you. .

You drag your fingers down your body, feeling the slight shiver of anticipation in your fingertips as your hands move instinctively, pulling your shirt off, your tits falling out from underneath his shirt, as you set that beside you too.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful."

Your fingers find your tits, trailing over your nipples, pinching them for him. You can see his smile through the phone as he angles the camera at the base of his cock, capturing every inch of his hard cock for you. Matt chuckles, moving forward only slightly to gently tap his tip directly against the camera a few times, the whole screen flooding with the pink skin of the head of his cock.

"Do you like what you see, baby?" he asks, his voice low and seductive as his cock stands straight up, his fingers beginning to slowly stroke against his rigid shaft.

“Do you like it when I slap this dick on this camera for you, just like how I should be slapping it against your clit while I make you cum for me with my fingers.”

"take those fucking useless panties off baby... let me see all of you."

You slide your fingers between your legs, pushing your panties aside, revealing your wet pussy to Matt. You feel a rush of excitement as you watch him on the screen, his eyes glued to the sight of your bare pussy as his hands work his cock. "Oh fuck, baby.. you're so sexy," he breathes, his fingers moving faster against his cock.

You lean forward, pressing your breasts against the camera, moaning softly as you tease yourself, rubbing your clit against the fabric of your panties.

Matt's voice cuts through the haze of pleasure, "Stop touching yourself, baby. Listen to me—let me have control over you fuckin' slut.."

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you pull your fingers away from your pussy, reluctantly removing them from your clit. You listen intently as he begins to speak, his voice low and seductive.

"Now, I want you to take a deep breath, in through your nose and out through your mouth." You do as he says, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. "That's it, good fuckin' girl.."

His fingers stop on his cock, his hand moving to hold it at the base, angling it towards the camera, all for you to see.

"I want you to imagine my cock is inside you, filling you up, stretching you out. Imagine how good it feels, how tight you are around me—but don't fucking touch that cunt yet, baby.." He pauses, groaning a small whimper escaping his lips, "just think about it— think about me fucking you so deep, think about all of my come inside of you, dripping out while I fuck your needy cunt raw.."

You bite your lip as he speaks, his voice like your own personal drug. You watch as Matt's hand wraps around the base of his cock, pumping it, just for you.

"Mmm, you're such a dirty girl, aren't you?"

He moans, biting on his lips as he watches the way you squirm, knowing you can't touch the one place you, really, truly want to.

"You love watching me jerk off over the phone for you, don't you?"

He gives a slight thrust of his hips, his cock twitching in his hand. "I bet you'd love to taste it, wouldn't you? To have my cock in your mouth, down your throat, choking on it as I fuck your face."

"Take your hand and spit in it—oh fuck, make your wet pussy even fuckin' sloppier for me," he moans out, his hand working magic on his cock as he strokes it even faster for you.

You can see so much precum, so much of his spit running down the sides of it with every stroke he makes against his shaft. You can't help but wish that it was your spit, that his precum was deep down your throat, deep in your cunt.

You wish you could run your tongue against the shaft of his dick, you wish his hand could be replaced with yours. You wish it was your mouth he was fucking into instead of his hand, wishing that it was your pussy making him whimper and moan.

He groans as he sees you start to rub your pussy, smiling with his tongue over his teeth as he sees you sink into the seat, spreading your legs up, your fingers working needlessly on your soaking clit.

"Oh fuck," he breathes, his voice thick with need. "I wish I was there with you."

The tip of his cock swells, his shaft hard and rigid, just aching for you, and his hand immediately picks up the pace on his dick as he imagines that it was his hands on you. "I want to breed that needy pussy so bad," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. "I want to rub that fuckin' clit while I fill you up with my cock—god."

He groans, his hips thrusting forward as if he could push his cock through the screen and into you, if only it were that simple.

He leans back, bracing his head against the wall as his hips piston forward, fucking into his hand. "You're such a needy slut," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "You want my cock so bad, don't you?"

"Cmon—be a good fuckin' slut and put your fingers in there for me. Don't pay attention to anything, don't think about how fucking desperate you are to do this in your car with me.. just feel so fuckin' good for me.."

You nod frantically, not hesitating as you moan, taking your fingers and sliding them into your wet pussy, your other hand still teasing at your slick folds.

"Oh fuck," he groans, his eyes fixed on your fingers working their magic inside you. "You're so fucking hot." His voice is thick with desire as he watches you sink deeper into the seat, spreading your legs wider apart to give him a better view.

“You’re so damn tight, baby—that fuckin' pussy looks so good.."

Without warning, he spits on his hand and starts stroking his cock in time with your movements through the screen, making you whimper as your fingers work inside of you. Matt holds the camera with his other hand, his dick completely soaked in his spit and his precum, the saliva dripping onto his hand as he pumps it faster for you.

Your eyes widen in surprise, but you can't help but moan louder as his rough, saliva-slick fingers slide against his cock, while your own, fill up your pussy.

"Fuck, that feels good," he mutters, his hips jerking forward as he gets closer to his release. You watch in awe as he starts to breathe harder, his muscles tensing under his skin, the muscles and veins in his hand so prominent and strong as he works his dick for you.

Such a good slutty girl… making yourself feel good for me,” the second those words leave his parted lips, only within an instant, Matt can’t seem to hold himself anymore, his eyebrows furrow together and his chest heaves, his groans becoming more erratic.

"Come for me baby," he groans, struggling to keep his eyes open to look at you. "Come all over your pretty hands for me, yes.. God yes."

“Please, Matt,” you whimper, your voice pleading, desperate to come with him, “I need you to come with me, I need you to pretend you're filling me up.."

"Show me how much you need me, come for me in your fucking car— just like that," he moans, stroking faster. "Show me baby, let me watch you do it, cmon—"

Matt leans forward, his lips parted as he breathes your name, his hand still gripping the phone tightly, positioning it so he can see you, and you can see him.

You move your fingers faster, harder, needing that release more than anything else. You hear him do the same, his hand moving faster, each stroke pushing him closer to his own release, a release that he is so needy for.

You gasp as you feel the familiar tightening in your stomach, the urge to come overwhelming you. You bite your lip, trying to hold back the moans that threaten to escape your throat.

Matt's breathing becomes more labored, his eyes darkening as he watches you, his hand moving in perfect sync with yours.

Your legs twitch as you come undone for him, and as promised Matt follows right behind you, his moans louder than before, you can hear the sound of him finishing, his voice raw with pleasure and love. You watch as his come drips from the tip of his cock, wishing that it had gone inside of you instead.

On the other end of the screen, Matt collapses back onto your bed, laying fully down, bringing his phone with him, his face is flushed and his hair messy, his cum all over his stomach.

03: On Edge

Matt's voice softens, his earlier teasing replaced by a hint of sincerity as he looks at you through the screen. He shifts, wiping his face with the back of his hand, still out of breath."So you really went to your car to get off with me, huh? Couldn't even wait for tonight? Damn, you're so fucking naughty, baby.

You bite your lip, feeling your cheeks flush as the memory of his begging still lingers in your mind. You laugh softly, sitting up a little straighter and grabbing the phone, a playful grin on your face. "You’re the one who made it impossible to wait, Matt. You didn’t exactly help me.”

Matt pouts, leaning closer to the screen with a mischievous grin. "Did you like the pictures, though? You better have, I put in some serious work for those. You owe me a good review or something.”

You lean back in your seat, looking at him through the screen with a raised eyebrow. "A good review, huh? I’m not sure you deserve one after getting me all hot and bothered while I’m stuck here at work.”

“Oh, come on. You know you loved it. I made sure those pictures were just for you, everything you like. All that effort for my favorite girl.”

He chuckles, messing with his hair, the strands falling in front of his face, "Maybe I’ll do this more often… keep you on edge all day long. I kinda miss you, you know.”

You smile softly, unable to hide the effect he’s having on you, "you miss me? That’s sweet… but I don’t know if I can handle you getting me all worked up like this every single day.”

Matt leans back, a mischievous grin forming on his face as he gives you a playful, knowing look.

“You’ll just have to, baby.”

thank you for reading !

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traveler-at-heart · 5 months ago

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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 isn’t any better.

Or maybe his sister gave him a fake address just to mess with him.

After a while, he decides it’s enough, pulling over when he sees someone jogging around the neighborhood.

“Excuse me”

“Hey” the woman says, stopping. Her smile is wide, and Pietro’s taken aback by how friendly she seems with a stranger.

“I’m looking for an address, can you help me out?”

“Sure”

“It’s Hill Drive 216”

“Right, well all you have to do is drive straight ahead for five blocks. Then turn right and then left” the woman says, leaning over the car window. As she’s giving directions, he can’t help but stare at her toned legs in full display.

“I really appreciate it. Maybe I can buy you some coffee to thank you?”

“Sure. See ya around” she says with a smirk, running in the opposite direction. Pietro didn’t get her number, but he figures she might know Wanda. So they’ll meet again.

In no time, he finds Wanda’s house. The woman is already sitting in the porch, as if she can feel her twin brother coming.

“This was supposed to be a surprise. You don’t look surprised”

“You asked my neighbor for my address. She called to know if you were a creep so she’d call the cops on you”

“What? She was so nice. And she’s very hot. You should have told me you had hot neighbors”

Wanda gives him a cryptic smile, but he doesn’t have time to ask the meaning behind it, as Tommy and Billy come running down the stairs.

“Uncle Pietro!”

“Bratan” he says, allowing the boys to tackle him to the ground. “You’re so big! What is your mom feeding you two?”

The boys laugh, pulling him inside so they can tell him all about school, soccer and their videogames.

A half hour later, there’s a knock at the door.

“I’ll get it” he volunteers. To his surprise, the girl he spoke to earlier is on the other side. She’s now wearing jeans and a long sleeved sweater.

“Hey, Pietro”

“I didn’t… tell you my name”

But before he can connect the dots, Wanda walks past him, standing on her toes to kiss the woman.

“Hey, baby. Apparently you already met Pietro”

“Oh, yeah. Heard he was hoping to get a hot date out of some simple directions”

At that, his sister and her girlfriend let out a laugh, and he groans, hiding his face in his hands.

—

It was totally worth it, to see Pietro’s face as realization hit him. You were Wanda’s girlfriend.

He looks shocked, and embarrassed as you walk past him, Wanda’s hand in yours.

“At least the Maximoffs have consistency in their taste” you comment, making Wanda laugh and Pietro blushes.

“She never sent me a picture of you, ok? How was I to know?”

“I didn’t send it because I knew you’d fall for her and she is all mine” Wanda rolls her eyes, arms around your waist. You kiss her temple, smiling.

“Are you staying for Thanksgiving?” you ask, curious about his plans for the holidays.

“That’s the idea”

“You’re little buddy Rogers isn’t joining us?” you glare, so he knows you know what he tried to do.

“Oh, yeah. Heard you felt threatened by him. Still jealous, Y/N?”

“Jealous? I’m 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 movie”

“It gets me all the girl’s phone numbers” he arches an eyebrow.

“You certainly didn’t get mine”

“Stop it” Wanda laughs it off to ease the tension, standing between you two. “It’s Thanksgiving. The holidays. A time to forgive and enjoy”

“Fine,” he agrees. “Truce?”

“Not until you take the kids for a movie so we have an afternoon to ourselves” you say, because now that you’re back to work it’s been harder to get alone time with your girlfriend.

“Alright”

—

“It’s very important to me” Wanda says, stuttering lightly as you kiss down her neck.

“Of course, baby” you say, holding her hips as she tries to continue the conversation. She’s saying something against your lips, so you roll her nipple between your fingers, which makes her quiet for a few minutes.

Then, you’re between her legs when she starts talking again.

“He’s my brother, we’ve known each other our whole lives. I really want him to get to know you”

“Wanda” you sigh, defeated. You look up, with a smile at her disheveled state. “Can we not talk about your brother when I’m eating you out?”

“Sorry”

You kiss her thighs, going up to lie next to her.

“Or am I that bad at giving you head these days, baby?”

“It’s not that” 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. “But I mean it, I want you to get along”

“I was joking before. Mostly”

“Y/N” she whines and you smile.

“Ok, I just feel… the last time we almost broke up because he was trying to test me using Steve, right? I’m a bit butthurt about it, you know I’m proud and petty like that. And I’m not… I’ve never met someone’s family. I told you I’m not good with this relationship stuff”

“All you have to do is try” she says, leaning down to kiss you. “And absolutely nothing will break us apart, my love”

“Promise?”

“Swear” she says against your lips. You kiss her again, hands going down to her ass.

“Can I carry on now or would you like to talk about more family members?”

“Carry on” Wanda giggles when you flip her on her back, but those turn to moans pretty soon, feeling how your tongue works through her folds.

—

“Ok, guys, just like we practiced” 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.

“Hey, sestra… ah, seriously?!”

All he sees as he walks in is his sister’s head thrown back on the couch, and he can guess where you are.

“I thought you locked the door” Wanda reprimands you, but you just smirk, getting dressed. You make sure that only Pietro is within earshot when you smack Wanda’s ass, and she yelps.

The man is glaring when Wanda opens the door, her hair a mess and your shirt all wrinkled.

“Where are the kids? Why are they waiting in the car?”

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.

“You idiot” Wanda says, followed by a string of curses in Sokovian. You’ve never seen her this upset and it’s kinda hot.

“Come on, kids. Let’s go back to my place and bathe this little dude”

“No, please don’t leave me alone with her” Pietro pleads as Wanda pulls him by the ear.

“Sorry, I don’t want to be a witness to whatever it is she’ll do to you” you give him finger guns, hurrying back to take the kids to your place. It’s pretty obvious Wanda won’t appreciate you using her bathtub to take care of the pup.

“So, wanna tell me what happened?” you say once you’re in the bathroom.

“Well, we found Sparky outside the cinema. He was looking for food in the garbage and was so sad and alone”

“Do you think Mom will let us keep him?” Tommy says.

“Let’s take him to the vet tomorrow. Maybe he escaped home and his owners are looking for him”

The boys remain silent as you rinse the soap from Sparky’s fur. Of course, he shakes as soon as you’re 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 it’s 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, that’s for sure.

“Come on, let’s get back home” 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.

“She won’t talk to me” he mumbles like a grumpy teenager.

“Jeez, I wonder why”

You walk inside, going straight to Wanda’s room. Still, you knock and let her know it’s you.

“Hey, love. Woah” as soon as you open the door she’s hugging you, and you don’t know if her tears are from anger or sadness. “I’m here, what’s wrong?”

“Pietro is so… immature! Why would he think it’s a good idea to bring a dog into my home? He is always like this. Now, I’ll have to tell the kids we can’t keep him and they will hate me”

“Wanda, they won’t hate you. Breathe for me” you run your hands up and down her back. “Here’s what we’ll do. Tomorrow I will drive with the kids to the vet, they’ll check for a microchip or anything else that tells us if he has a family”

“They always wanted a pet and I just couldn’t do it, it was too much work for one person and I…”

“And you are not alone anymore, ok? You have me. And as it happens, my family’s always had dogs. Don’t stress, leave it to me” you say, kissing her temple.

“Thank you. I’m staying here. Can you make sure the kids have dinner?”

“Of course, baby”

You make a couple of sandwiches and let the kids eat in the living room, while Sparky walks around and smells everything. It’s a good sign that he’s 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.

“Is Mom mad at us?” Billy asks when you’re upstairs, tucking them in. Sparky is in the corner, sleeping between Tommy’s shoes.

“Not at all, kiddo. She’s just not sure we can take care of Sparky. Dogs can be a lot of work, ya know?”

“Did you have dogs?” Tommy says from his bed and you nod.

“Yeah, we had all kinds of dogs. Big ones, small like Sparky. You have to walk them, feed them, take them to the doctor…”

“Maybe it is a lot of work” Billy says, dropping his shoulders.

“Hey, no worries, we will figure it out. Just make sure you’re nice to your mom. She just wants the best for everyone. Rest now. And Sparky doesn’t sleep on anyone’s bed, got it?”

The kids giggle at that, and you roll your eyes, knowing they’ll probably break that rule.

—

“We’re home” you announce.

“How did it go?” Wanda says, while Pietro is in the living room, pretending to read.

“No microchip. But he did get blood work and everything seems fine, we also got him dewormed and he can start with vaccination in two weeks”

“You know a lot about dogs” Pietro says, but shuts his mouth the minute Wanda turns to glare.

“So, yeah. We could call a shelter and ask if they can take him”

“But he would be in one of those cages, alone” Wanda says, sounding sad.

“I guess”

“Let’s just keep him until we figure something out” she decides, looking as the kids play with the dog in the front yard.

“Yeah, ok. We got him some kibble, plates, a new leash and a bed, so he’s all set. I’ll just have to fix the fence”

“Oh? Will you wear your tool belt?” she says, biting her lip. Pietro gags from his place in the couch. Wanda turns to scold him. “Keep it up and you’re staying in a hotel”

“Bossy. And mean. I love it” you say, pulling her closer. You share a quick, but passionate kiss.

“I could fix the fence” Pietro offers.

“You don’t even know how to drive a nail,” Wanda argues.

“I’m trying to do something nice, sestra”

“You’ve done enough”

They begin to argue like a couple of teenagers so you have to step between them, raising your hands.

“Enough. Pietro can help me when I fix the fence. We all win. Isn’t that great? Two of your favorite people working together” you say.

“Only one” Wanda says and Pietro is ready to fight when you snap your fingers.

“To your corner, Pietro” you warn him, dragging Wanda to the kitchen. “Hey, gorgeous”

“Mmm?” she melts when you rub that spot in her lower back that always relaxes her.

“I don’t think Pietro meant to do any harm with this. At most, he thought you’d end up loving Sparky more than me” Wanda laughs, and she leans against you. “He’s visiting and you’re always talking about how much you miss him, so try to forgive him”

“You’re right”

“You sound surprised,” you joke, kissing her softly. “I have work. I’ll be back tomorrow, ok?”

“Don’t leave. I know nothing about dogs” she pleads.

“I’m always one call away, love of my life” you promise.

—

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 she’s fine, Darcy finds you, dragging you by the hand without any explanation.

“Does this belong to you?” she says, pulling the curtain to reveal Pietro, holding an ice pack against his right hand.

“It belongs to my girlfriend”

“It? Seriously?” he complains, but Darcy ignores him.

“Came in with hammered fingers and cries every time I try to examine him”

“I will take a look. Thanks, pal” you force him to remove the ice pack, ignoring his protests. “What happened?”

“I tried to fix the fence”

“Mhm” you bend his fingers and move them around, trying to check if there’s a fracture. He complains and tries to jank his hand back, but you don’t let him.

“Can’t you take some X-Rays?”

Now, where’s the fun in that?

“Honestly, I think you’ll just have some swelling and pain. Let’s put a bandage in those three fingers and make sure you don’t move them too much”

“At least Wanda’s less mad at me”

You smile.

“Glad to hear it. Did she drive you here?”

“No, 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 ER”

You nod, writing a prescription for him. Once you’re done, you take the hand, bandaging the three fingers together.

“You know, I just worry” he interrupts the silence.

“About what?”

“Well, has she ever told you about the twins’ father?”

You glance back at him, arching an eyebrow.

“No, and I respect that. If she ever feels like telling me, I’m sure she will. So I’d appreciate it if we keep it at that, Pietro”

“I’ll just say, he was the biggest asshole. And it almost destroyed her. I promised myself no one would hurt her again”

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.

“To be fair, I never liked him. You’re fine, I guess”

“I can live with being just fine in the eyes of Frosty the snowman” you mutter, finishing the bandaging and giving him some pills. “Now go back home and let me take care of the fence when I’m there”

An ambulance parks right outside of the ER and you excuse yourself. You don’t notice Pietro hanging back, watching as you help the paramedics move a woman from their gurney to a hospital bed.

It isn’t until a few hours later when you’re 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.

—

“I should go and help”

“Please, don’t”

Wanda and Pietro are sitting in the backyard’s deck, watching as you fix the fence.

“Did you get Sparky as a test? To see how she’d react?”

“That is actually a great idea but no” Pietro laughs, stretching his arms. “I can’t believe you don’t remember”

“Remember what?”

“We were at school, back in Sokovia when we were five or six. The teacher asked us to draw our pet, but we didn’t have one so…”

“So you drew a dragon and said you wanted one for our birthday” Wanda suddenly remembers, frowning. “But what did I draw?”

“A white dog, with a very pink nose and fuzzy hair. And when we were at the theater, I saw him and thought, that’s my sister’s dog”

Wanda laughs, trying not to cry at her brother’s antics, wiping the corner of her eyes before she gets emotional. She reaches for his hand and he squeezes it, smiling.

“Why haven’t you told her about how you had the twins?” Pietro asks after a while, his voice soft.

“Because… I’m afraid she’ll see me differently. And I don’t know if it’s worth it, dwelling in the past. It’s done and nothing can change it”

“It’s not about dwelling in the past, it’s about sharing everything that makes you who you are. And that’s a big part of it” Pietro insists, standing up when the boys show up with Sparky. “We’re going to the park. See you for dinner”

Wanda stays on the deck, watching as you finish replacing the last wooden panel.

“I am so ready for a shower and a nap” you sigh, plopping down next to her. “At least Sparky can be out safely now”

“How can I pay for your very hard work?” Wanda says, and your hand squeezes her thigh.

“I can think of a few ways, Mrs. Maximoff. But when I’m not all sweaty”

“You’ll have to leave the toolbelt on, though” 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.

“If I told you something, would you promise not to judge me?”

“I would never, my love” you say, putting a strand of hair behind her ear gently. “What is it?”

“It’s about the twins”

“Uh. Did Pietro put you up for this?” you click your tongue. “You don’t have to tell me anything; whatever the situation is, I imagine it’s not easy”

“I think… It would help explain why he’s so protective of me. And I want you to know, I do”

“Alright, then. I’m listening”

It takes her a moment to gather her thoughts, looking at her clasped hands.

“We met in college” she begins. “I 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 love”

“He 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 fiance”

You breathe deeply, knowing where this is going. Wanda still won’t look at you, and she takes a moment to continue.

“Uhm. 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 didn’t 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 stress”

“Wanda, I’m so sorry” you say, pulling her close and kissing her temple. She leans against you, letting your touch ground her. Wanda’s hand goes to hold your own, and you squeeze it, trying to show your support.

“When 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 words”

Those words make your heart ache, but you grit your teeth. You admire Pietro’s self control more than ever.

“I’m gonna need you to give me a name so I can find him and kill him”

“I 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, well…”

“He went crazy, I can imagine. Can’t really blame him”

“So, now you know it all. I still have things to figure out, because sometimes the kids ask me about their father and I don’t know how to tell them he never cared about us” she sighs, leaning against you.

“We’ll figure it out together, when the time comes” you promise, kissing her cheek. “And you don’t have to be afraid of me judging you, you did nothing wrong, Wands. I’m so sorry you had to go through that”

“I just thought… I wanted you to know”

“Did you ever see him again? I mean, does he even know their names?”

“No, and I hope it stays that way. If he comes back, I don’t want him anywhere near Tommy and Billy” her voice shakes with emotion, and a bit of her accent comes back.

“That’s ok. We won’t let it happen” you promise, kissing her temple.

“I love you”

“I love you too. And our boys”

“And our dog” she says, which makes you look back at her. She smiles at your shocked expression. “We’re keeping Sparky. No further comment”

“Yes, Ma’am”

—

The twins couldn’t 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.

“You’re the best mom ever!” Tommy says, running around the living room.

“You’re welcome” 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.

“Come on, sweetheart” Wanda says when your head keeps loling to the side. “You need to rest”

“No, but I wanna know what happens with Big Welder” 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.

“Very tempting” Wanda comments when she sees you.

“I thought you’d be watching the movie” you stretch, appreciating how Wanda’s eyes linger on your breasts.

“Uh, they started playing video games. So that was my cue to go” she crawls into bed with you, not ready to go to sleep but wanting to share some alone time. “Before I forget, who are you inviting for Thanksgiving?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, dinner. We’re having turkey, the Barton’s are stopping by…. You do know it’s this Thursday, right?”

“I haven’t had a Thanksgiving dinner in like 15 years”

“You’re kidding” Wanda says, and you shrug your shoulders.

“I started volunteering when I was 16 to avoid being home. And you know I rarely went back for that stuff. I think the most I’ve done is eat pizza with Darcy while we’re working”

“Well, Darcy should come too! Have her over, I only get to see her at the hospital”

“You sure?” you say, smiling nervously. All you know about holidays in the last decade has been the chaos of a hospital.

“Yeah. It’s gonna be great, you’ll love it” she promises, kissing you.

—

Chaos isn’t exclusive to the ER, it seems. You’ve had a busy morning, mowing the lawn, cleaning the deck and getting ready to set a large table for everyone who’s joining. To your annoyance, Pietro is using his bruised hand as an excuse to not help.

“You’re doing great” he gives you a thumbs up and you want to throw the broom straight to his head.

“You could help your sister in the kitchen” you say, wiping the sweat from your forehead and coming to look over his shoulder. “Tinder? Seriously?”

“Yeah, check this out” he says, showing you some of the matches he’s had.

“Oh, wow” you whistle at a picture of a blonde woman in a bikini. You’re about to comment something else when you hear a cough behind you. Of course, Wanda is staring, her signature head tilt letting you know you’re in danger.

“I mean, oh, wow, what a horrible, unattractive person. Blegh. So not my type” you say, pretending to gag.

“I’m only letting it slide because it’s Thanksgiving” she warns and you nod.

“Yes, love. I’m sorry”

Pietro snorts and you turn to slap the back of his head.

“Sestra, are you gonna let her do that to your brother?”

“Yes” Wanda says, leaning forward to snatch his phone. “Come help me in the kitchen. Now”

“You know, I’m twelve minutes older” he says as they go back inside.

Once you’re 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 won’t look, you set up a trampoline you know they’ve been asking for.

“Alright, come supervise” you ask Wanda, and for some reason the entire Maximoff entourage follows behind.

“It looks amazing!” she says, inspecting the lights you installed. “I love these”

“I know. I may have stalked your Pinterest board, @witchy16”

“Billy, look!” Tommy points at the trampoline, running to try it out, his brother close behind.

“Be careful” Wanda warns. “I’m not sure I love that”

“They can use it only when I’m around” you promise, turning to her. “That way I can get more alone time with my girl”

Wanda laughs, but the sound is drowned out by your lips on hers, and your hands travel south to squeeze her ass.

“I’m right here!” Pietro complains, which makes you smirk.

“I didn’t see you, sorry” Wanda says.

“I did” you smile, earning a slap on the shoulder from your girlfriend. Something pings in the kitchen, so she excuses herself.

“You know, we usually save the presents for last”

“What presents? This isn’t Christmas” you say.

“People give each other presents during Thanksgiving too. Isn’t it obvious? How do you give thanks to someone? You get them something” he insists, which makes you doubt yourself. Pietro leaves to join the twins on the trampoline.

Maybe he’s right. What if Wanda got you something and after everything she’s done to make sure you enjoy this holiday, you have nothing to give back.

Fuck.

“Hey, sweetheart. Are you done in the backyard?” Wanda says when you walk in.

“I… yeah. Do you want me to do anything else?”

“No, that’s fine. I’m just letting everything in the oven for now. Come sit”

“Actually… I need to go check something” you lie, feeling awful about it. But you have to get her a present.

“At the hospital?”

“Yes. I won’t take long, I promise” you say when she looks disappointed. “I’ll be back in an hour and I’ll help with whatever’s missing”

“I just want us to spend time together,” she smiles, taking your hands. You lean forward, kissing her. “Oh, and call Darcy, I just want to confirm she’s coming”

“Yes, my love”

Pretending to be super calm, you walk to your car. You only let panic take over when you’re 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 can’t let Wanda down.

Darcy’s the only person who can help out, so you call her while you try to find a place to park.

“Hello”

“Hey. Wanda wanted to confirm you’re coming to dinner”

“I am, only for the amazing food. But the hospital will page me if there’s an emergency so don’t expect me to stay for long”

“Got it. By the way, did uh, your family happen to give each other presents during Thanksgiving?”

“No, they only get drunk and yell at each other. Why? Do I have to bring a present? Because then I’m out”

“No, that was just me being stupid, never mind. See you at seven”

You hang up, leaving the car to walk around the shops. Most of them are closed, because of course, it’s a holiday. The only places still working are supermarkets. So, what? Will you have to get your perfect girlfriend toilet paper and say “happy holidays”?

After walking down several blocks, you finally find a jewelry store open.

“Welcome. How can I help you?” a woman says.

“Hi. I can’t believe you’re open at this time of day” you comment, looking around the store. Wanda never really wears bracelets, or earrings. Necklaces, yes. Though they’re always very discreet.

“You wouldn’t believe the amount of people who have to buy a peace offering for the holidays”

“Huh”

“Or last minute engagements”

“Oh. That’s definitely not the case” you smile, and something behind the woman catches your eye. “That’s a nice pearl necklace”

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 doesn’t take a lot of convincing. It’s 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.

“I’ll take it”

“You don’t want to look at the price?”

“I imagine it’s those four figures there”

“Yes”

“Yeah. That’s fine. I’m a trauma surgeon” you explain with a smile, feeling a little smug.

“She’s a lucky lady”

You don’t 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, you’ll have to get him something too.

Looking at the time, you decide to keep shopping for a bit longer, hoping no one notices if you’re gone too long.

Wanda definitely notices. By the time you come back home, you’re sneaking around with a few boxes but she comes out of the kitchen.

“Where have you been?”

Her tone makes you jump, and you look at her with wide eyes.

“I…”

“Doesn’t 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 longer”

“Ok” you say, wishing she had called you since you were around the supermarket not long ago.

By the time you finish all her errands, it’s four and you’ll only have an hour or two to rest.

“Hey, here’s everything you asked for” you greet with a smile, hoping Wanda is less stressed now.

“Oh, thank you, sweetheart. I think the Bartons aren’t even staying for dinner so I made you go for no reason, I’m sorry”

“It’s ok” you say, putting your arms around her. “What’s wrong?”

“I want this to be perfect. For you to know that having a family is nice so you won’t…” she trails off, trying not to look at you.

“So I won’t, what?”

“So you won’t leave. It’s silly”

“Hey, I’d never leave… sorry” you grumble, looking at your phone and ignoring the call.

“If you need to pick up...”

“It’s just my landlord asking about the lease renewal” you roll your eyes which makes her laugh. “As I was saying, I don’t need a perfect Thanksgiving as a reason to stay. I love you. That’s it”

“I love you too” 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.

“Hey, can we…? Ugh, not again” Pietro says, covering his eyes. “We’re thirsty”

Without dropping Wanda, you go through the stuff in the fridge and hand him some drinks.

“We’ll be upstairs, don’t go up in… 20 minutes” you say, making Wanda giggle.

“You guys are gross,” Pietro complains, crashing against the table as he keeps his eyes closed.

“Come on, let’s make those 20 minutes count” you say, carrying Wanda to the bedroom.

—

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.

“Pietro, nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you” Laura says.

“Only good things, I hope”

“That must have been a short conversation” 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 hasn’t met her yet.

“You again” she says when her eyes land on Pietro.

“What? You’ve heard a lot about me too?”

“Yeah, mostly bad shit”

“Bad word” all the kids turn to point at her, and she facepalms.

“Fuck”

“Two bad words!” Cooper says. Laura covers Lila’s ears, though she is laughing. You clasp your hands over Darcy‘s mouth because you know she can keep going forever.

“Kids, have you tried going on our brand new trampoline? You can take Sparky with you” that gets them distracted enough, running away to the backyard. “There. Don’t worry, it took me a minute to get used to the no swearing”

“This is why I don’t hang out at PG-13 events. Anyways, I brought some stuff to make pumpkin cocktails and guacamole. Help yourselves” Darcy says, holding a bag of tortilla chips.

“Nobody eats guacamole at Thanksgiving” Pietro says.

“They do if they’re Mexican. We can pretend. I’ll call you Pedro all night long” Darcy says just to annoy him. “Plus, this is all I can make”

“Are all surgeons bad cooks?” Wanda teases, and you’re dumb enough to answer honestly.

“Not all! Carol is actually a great… huh” you scratch the back of your neck at Wanda’s glare.

“Someone’s in trouble,” Pietro guesses.

“Yeah” Wanda tilts her head, making you smile weakly.

“I’m making cocktails” 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.

“Take this to Wanda, that will make her forget that Carol comment”

Approaching slowly, you put the drink in front of your girlfriend, who takes a sip and then coughs.

“Wow, what is this?” she laughs, the alcohol strong enough to knock her off her feet.

“A fire hazard” Clint comments, able to smell it across the table. Still, Wanda sips on the drink and nods, enjoying the taste.

“Go easy, Miss Maximoff” you joke, which makes her smile.

“I still remember why I’m mad at you”

“Then forget what I said, take these like tequila shots”

“Carol is an ex,” Pietro says, putting together the information.

“As in Carol Danvers? Nice” Clint comments, earning a slap on the arm by Laura.

“Thread carefully”

“Ah, jeez. Look what you made me do” Clint laughs, looking at you.

“Pumpkin cocktail for Laura coming right up”

“I’ll bring it, I have to check the turkey” Wanda says, slightly slurring her words.

“If you go anywhere near the oven, leave that thing here” Clint points out, not wanting to put out fires on his day off.

You take Wanda’s place, sipping casually on the rest of her drink. Everyone stares as you don’t even make a face to the amount of alcohol on it.

“We’ve known each other since college” you explain. ”So this is just like drinking water”

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.

“Want another cocktail?” 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 isn’t hitting quite yet.

“Listen, I know your brother already gave my friend the shovel talk”

“Really? When?” Wanda says, a little too loudly.

”Back in the hospital. And I had to hold off on mine because you were always in my territory and I didn’t want to seem like a bully. However, now is the time to tell you… she’s my best friend, has been since college. Life hasn’t been particularly fair and her mother certainly didn’t help, though I’m sure she’s made it seem like no big deal, but Y/N really does deserve someone nice and kind. So don’t break her heart. Under any circumstance”

“I’m not planning to, Daisy” Wanda nods her head, her thoughts a little fuzzy.

“Nobody plans to hurt someone they love. And I’m Darcy”

“I’m a little drunk” Wanda clicks her tongue, leaning on Darcy as they go back to the backyard.

“Everything ok, love?” you say when Wanda comes back, and to your surprise, she sits on your lap instead of a chair.

“These things are strong. A couple more and I’ll consider doing that thing you wanted to try in bed”

“Oh, dear God” you blush, while Clint, Laura and Darcy whistle. Pietro covers his ears, gagging. “No more cocktails for you… at least with the kids around”

The Bartons stay a little while longer, eating and drinking until Lila and Cooper approach Clint.

“Can we get a dog?”

“That’s our cue to go” he sighs, standing up.

“Please, we want one!” Lila insists, and you laugh at Clint’s defeated expression.

“We’ll see” he compromises. “Come on, we gotta stop by at your grandparents”

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.

“I love Thanksgiving” you say, enjoying what’s probably the best meal you’ve ever had.

“Me too” 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 you’re finishing up, Wanda takes out a pecan pie.

“I’m in heaven” 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.

“Hey, quick question, will you marry me?” Darcy says to Wanda and you elbow her.

“Right in front of my pecan pie?”

“I’m just saying, if you don’t, I will”

“She better get a ring then” 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.

“You know what I always find funny? How the flavor makes my throat all tingly. And my tongue numb”

Everyone looks at him in silence, until Darcy speaks.

“That’s an allergic reaction”

“What? No” Pietro dismisses her point.

“It is” you insist, which earns another hand gesture from the man. “Oh, you’re right, what do we know? We only went to medical school”

“You’re so dumb” Wanda says, laughing and holding her sides. “You’ve been allergic our whole lives? Oh, my God!”

“Very funny, sestra. But now you can’t make this anymore”

“Hey, eat a granola bar or something” Darcy snaps, getting a second slice. “Why should we pay the price for your weakness?”

“Let’s finish the pie so he doesn’t get an allergy” 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.

“I’ll walk you out ” you say, accompanying your friend. As you’re chatting, your phone rings again.

“Your mother?” Darcy guesses when you ignore the call. You click your tongue, putting the phone back in your pocket. “Let me guess, she’s calling for the usual wish you were here bullshit while never calling in advance”

“Yeah, that’s our thing. This year I’m not in the mood to do it, though”

“Well, she’ll hopefully get the hint” Darcy’s pager goes off and she sighs. “There it is”

“Want me to tag along?”

“It’s fine. I’ll call if it gets too crazy. Bye, pal”

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 don’t want to ruin it.

“Hey, kiddos, did you have fun?” you ruffle Tommy’s hair when you get home, getting Sparky his dinner.

“Yeah, it was awesome!”

“Well, you better check your rooms because I got you a little present”

As usual, Tommy is faster, but Billy is right behind him, both of them shouting excitedly.

“What is all that noise?” Wanda says, alarmed.

“Just following tradition” you explain with a smile, waiting for the kids to open their presents.

“What tradition?” Wanda says, looking confused.

“Thanksgiving presents”

Then you hear it. Pietro snorts a laughter from his spot in the kitchen.

Motherfucker.

“I’m gonna kill you, Evil Twin” you say, going straight to where he’s standing. Pietro runs around the kitchen island, putting distance between you two.

“Stop it, you two!” Wanda says, hands on her hips.

“Sorry, love. But he’s got it coming” you throw a towel his way, and take advantage of the distraction to jump over the counter, falling on top of him.

“Cool!” Billy says, watching as you have Pietro in a headlock.

“How are you so strong?” he complains, unable to free himself.

“I’m in the ER, do you really think I don’t have to deal with drunk assholes?”

“Enough!” Wanda shouts, pulling you by the belt loop of your pants until you’re off balance. “Explain” she asks standing between you two.

“He told me you gave each other presents during Thanksgiving!”

“We love ours!” Tommy says, showing the stands for their controls. You smile, fixing your shirt.

“Well, you’re the only ones getting one. Your uncle is definitely not”

“You got me something?”

“Yes, and it was a damn good present” you smile, knowing the curiosity will drive him crazy.

“Come on, can I have it?”

“No” Wanda and you say at the same time.

You make fun of him, and then Wanda tilts her head.

“Did you get me something?”

“Of course I did” you pat the back of your jeans, finding the necklace box there. “Here”

Wanda’s eyes widen as soon as she opens it, her hand covering her mouth.

“What? You don’t like it? I can return it. Or maybe I can’t. But you don’t have to wear it” you rant, afraid that it’s too much for a tradition that isn’t even real.

“Sweetheart, stop” she says, smiling. “I-I love it. Thank you”

“Well, I love you” you lean forward, letting her kiss you. Billy and Tommy protest at the contact, something that they have unfortunately picked up from their uncle.

“Can I have my present? Please?” Pietro says.

“No, wait until Christmas” you say.

“And for this little joke you’re gonna clean the kitchen” Wanda says, pointing at all the dirty pots and pans.

“My joke got you a pearl necklace”

“Chop, chop, Pietro” she ignores him, pushing the kids upstairs so they can get ready for bed. “You two stink, go and take a shower”

“Where do you want me, Bossypants?” you joke, standing next to her.

“Mhm” she smiles, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “You like it when I’m bossy?”

“Yes, Ma’am”

“Then go shower too. And stay in bed. You were running around all day”

“Wanna join me in the shower?”

“I’ll help Pietro clean. Or we’ll never hear the end of it” she says, smiling when you pull her close, kissing her cheek.

“Don’t be long”

By the time Wanda comes up, you’re 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.

“Are you done with cleaning?” you say, trying not to yawn. Wanda’s teeth, marking the spot between your shoulder and neck jolt you awake. “Baby?”

“You always give me so much. I want to thank you” she says, moving down your lap. You lean on your elbows, unsure if you’re understanding what she’s saying.

“Wanda?” you’re 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. “I… uh…”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong” you say, having trouble breathing when she pulls down your shorts, revealing you’re not wearing any underwear.

“Perfect” Wanda smiles, leaning down. You can tell she’s 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 Wanda’s eyes meet yours. She has a predatory smirk on her face, one you’ve never seen before. She knows how much you want this, she can see it, smell it. You’re about to plead for her to continue when she goes down, tongue licking a strip down your center.

“Fuck” you say, your legs instantly going to close around her head. You’re so sensitive and she’s 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 you’re close to coming, she manages to pull free of your hold, pushing her hair back. Her chest is heaving, face glistening with your arousal.

“Wha-“ she doesn’t let you finish, pulling down her own shorts, and crawling on top of you.

“I want you to come with me” 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.

“Be quiet for me” she hisses, though there’s certain tenderness in her voice. Her palm covers your mouth, and Wanda only moves when you nod, pushing her hips against yours.

“Wanda” you plead, not knowing exactly what you’re after. Even though she’s also getting pleasure out of this, she’s 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.

“I’m close” 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.

Wanda’s 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 don’t need to look to know there’s 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.

“Can we make this into a tradition?” you whisper against her temple. She laughs, cuddling against your side.

“Totally”

—

Wanda: Hey

Y/N: Hey, gorgeous

Wanda: Miss you

Y/N: Miss you more.

Y/N: Thinking about that mindblowing orgasm too.

“Someone got laid for Thanksgiving” Carol reads over your shoulder and you huff.

“Mind your business, Danvers”

“Darcy said it was the best meal of her life. What do we have to do to get invited next year?” she says as you walk down the hospital halls.

“Go back in time and not sleep with me”

“Damn. Wanda’s still jealous? Would it change if I’m a married gal?”

“You set a date?” you stop Carol, excited to hear more.

“Your invitation should be in the mail soon”

“Congrats!” you smile, pulling her for a hug.

“There’s one more thing… I was wondering if you’d be my maid of honor…”

The request catches you completely off guard. Carol had been your friend since you arrived at the hospital, but considering everything that happened, you’d figure Maria wouldn’t be comfortable with that.

“I mean… I would love to, but Maria”

“She’s fine with it. Understands it was just a distraction”

“Aww, that makes me feel so special” you put your hands over your chest, sighing dramatically.

“You know what I mean” Carol says, making you walk to the ER. “So, you in? You’ll have to do dress fittings. Organize a bachelorette party. Make sure I’m there on time”

“Fine, yes. Oh, did I mention we got a dog?”

On the way to the ER, you show Carol a bunch of pictures of Sparky, and she’s still obsessing over his funky hair when you find Kate, finishing some charts.

“How was your night, Bishop?”

“A bit crazy. Some accidents on the road, and cuts with kitchen knives… but it’s been pretty quiet now”

Carol gasps and you want to scream.

“Don’t say the q word, Bishop” you plead.

“Why?”

Two ambulances park right outside and you nod towards them.

“That’s why”

True to the lore, the word quiet attracts a wave of emergencies and freak accidents that take up most of your shift.

That’s 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 you’ll be sure to be there for Pietro’s dinner tomorrow, as he’s finally leaving on Monday morning.

No one ever leaves a voicemail so you check out the notification, and you wish you hadn’t.

“For someone who works in the ER, you sure as hell aren’t around for family emergencies” your mother says. “Well, it’s not really an emergency, but you get my point. We’re gonna be in town, Jane’s 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, it’s Thanksgiving”

Kate finds you in that moment, making you jump out of your seat.

“You wanted me to…”

“Follow up with the patient in 403, yes. I’m going out for a while. Call me if it’s urgent”

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 didn’t have a shift to go back to, you’d certainly get a bottle of cheap booze.

As you sit on the sidewalk, your hands tremble when you light up a cigarrette. It’s been ten minutes and you’re through the third one when Darcy stops by.

“What’s the matter with you?”

Since you can’t find the strenght to explain it, you hand over your phone. Your friend physically recoils at the sound of your mother’s voice, that’s how much she dislikes her.

“I’m sorry” Darcy says, sitting next to you. “She might not even make time to see you, she’s probably just pretending, like with every holiday”

“It’s not just that, Darcy. What if Jane goes to Westview University? I’m going to… I’m going to be worrying about whether or not she’ll be around. If her daughter needs anything, she’ll call me, if something goes wrong and I don’t find a way to fix it immediately, I’ll be the screw up of a daughter who never cares about her family. I’m gonna have to move, there’s just no way I can…”

“Slow down” Darcy sits next to you, her hand on your shoulder. Her touch helps you stay calm, and you breathe slowly. “That’s a massive if. You don’t know if it’s happening. And we’re both very much aware that you could do everything your mother asks and it still wouldn’t be enough. Don’t let her control you”

“I don’t know how” you admit, your voice breaking down.

“That’s ok” Darcy pulls you in, hugging you. “We’ll figure it out. Or just take her to the nastiest places in town, she’ll never let Jane come here again”

You let out a laugh at that, wiping your tears.

“I love you, friend” you say, feeling exhausted.

“Ugh, you always get so emotional when that witch is lurking around. Careful or you’ll end up proposing to Wanda”

“I don’t want my mother anywhere near Wanda. If she says anything hurtful to her, I swear to God she’ll really regret the minute she pushed me out of her fucking insides”

“Damn, bitch, now that’s the fire I want to see in you” Darcy claps, pulling you up. “Come back inside. Heard it’s been non stop since your minion summoned the entire city”

“Yeah, she said the q word”

“Queef” Darcy sighs and you cackle.

“Sassy queef”

—

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.

“Did you smoke?”

“Uh…”

Seems like the entire pack of gum after smoking for the last 48 hours didn’t do the trick.

“Yes, sorry. I’ll go use some mouthwash and change clothes”

“Hold on” Wanda pulls your hand, looking at you. “What’s wrong? You only smoke if you’re stressed”

“Sestra!” her brother calls, and you’re actually grateful for the interruption.

“I’ll tell you later. Pietro needs your help”

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.

“Well, sounds like you’ll be needing a pair of brand new gloves” you say to Pietro at one point, taking out a box from behind the tv. “Hidden in plain sight”

“She’s a keeper!” he exclaims when he notices the fine material. “I’m definitely coming back for Christmas now”

“Hey, you better get me something nice too”

You’re halfway the second bottle of wine when everyone’s done with dinner, and the kids are debating between going for ice cream or watching a movie. It’s 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.

“They settled on Jumanji” Wanda announces when you’re drying your hands.

“Mmkay. I’ll take Sparky out for his walk then” 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.

Don’t let her control you, don’t let her ruin your life.

You’ve told Wanda your relationship with your mother is not the best, but how could you possibly explain that’s a wild understatement?

“Isn’t that the cutest dog?” Agatha greets Sparky, who wags his tail. “What’s their name?”

“Sparky”

“Oh, wow” Agatha waves her hand in front of her nose. “Booze and cigarrettes, did you have fun at the casino?”

“Uh…”

“Come on, I’ll get you a special tea. It always helps”

She rushes you to her porch, making you sit while Sparky is on your lap, comfortably napping.

“One cup of “specialty”. Hah! Get it? Special tea, specialty”

“Very clever… oh, wow! Does this have peppermint?”

“Yes, clever girl”

“My grandmother grew peppermint on her front yard. I always loved the smell of it… even the taste when she made tea” you smile, sipping slowly.

“Everything ok, kiddo?” she asks after a beat of silence.

“No, not really”

“Well, I’m here if you want to…” your neighbor says, petting Sparky.

“I mean, thank you, but I feel like I don’t have a lot of people to tell this to, without being judged. Because you know what it is? I fucking hate my mother, Agatha”

To your surprise, the woman let’s out a loud laugh.

“Oh, honey, please. Tell me about it. My mother was a witch”

“Is that figuratively or…”

“I mean, who knows. She was evil, that’s for sure” Agatha rolls her eyes, and then looks at you. “Yeah, 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 don’t know the full phrase is the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb”

“Is that so?”

“Trust me, I know” Agatha nods. “My mother would tell me I was evil, I was bad. Just rotten to the core, in her own words.”

“I’m so sorry”

“Darling, you don’t owe anyone an explanation. You have your own family with the Brady bunch over there.”

“I guess a part of me still believes she’ll apologize”

“Don’t hold your breath. And if she doesn’t, it still doesn’t mean you did something to deserve her shit”

“Thank you, Agatha”

The woman pats your leg, smiling.

“My love, are you coming back to bed?” a voice says from the inside of her house and you almost snap your neck looking back.

“Coming, Rio”

“I had no idea I was interrupting, I’ll leave right now” you stutter, carrying Sparky down the steps of the woman’s porch.

“Don’t sweat it, hot stuff. She needed a break after everything we just did” Agatha winks.

“Good talk, bye Agatha, bye Rio” 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 you’re settling in bed, Wanda pushes the door open, eyeing you curiously.

“Sweetheart” is all she says. It’s both a question and an affirmation.

“It’s been a long day” you admit, too tired to pretend you’re ok, but also not in the mood to explain everything.

Maybe your mother won’t even come, and you’ll have shown Wanda how broken and fucked up you are for no reason. She doesn’t need to know it. Not now, at least.

“Let me help” she offers, climbing on your lap, kissing every inch of your face. You hold on to her waist, digging your fingers in her flesh. “I love you”

“I know. I love you too” you smile, finally connecting her lips with yours. She’s meant to comfort you with her touch, not wanting to start something else, because everyone’s 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.

“Please” you say, switching positions so she’s on her back, you on top. You don’t really know what you’re asking for, but she can sense your desperation, holding on to your shoulders.

“It’s ok. I’m here. Use me, love. Take me”

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.

“Please” she manages to ask, and you give her more, stretching her with two of your fingers. “More”

You’re 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.

“I fucking love you” you say against her mouth, and that sends Wanda over the edge, arousal gushing out of her with each of your final thrusts.

“I was… supposed to make you feel better” she says, trying to catch her breath.

“Oh, trust me. You did”

Wanda laughs, looking at you lovingly while you kiss her temple.

“I love you too” she says when your lips meet hers for a quick kiss.

“I know. I’m very lovable”

Her laugh makes you forget all the bad shit you’ve been carrying with you for the last day and a half.

—

“Take care, brat” Wanda says, her arms going around her brother. “See you soon”

“Yes” he then says something in Sokovian, making Wanda laugh.

“Do you guys know what they’re saying?” you approach Billy and Tommy.

“No, mama hasn’t taught us any Sokovian”

“We think it’s so they can say bad words without getting caught”

“Huh”

“What is all that mumbling I’m hearing?” Wanda says, making you stand straight.

“Nothing” the three of you say at the same time, making her laugh.

“Relax, sestra. You two, be good while I’m gone. And if you’re not good…”

“Be careful” they finish the sentence, laughing.

“And you…” Pietro points at you. Wanda is about to intervene, thinking he’s about to give you another shovel talk. but you wink at her, smiling. “Welcome to the family”

“Thank you, Evil Twin. See you at Christmas”

“You’re dressing up as Santa this year” he says in a low voice and you laugh.

The man gets in his car, waving goodbye one last time.

“Alright, you two, we’re gonna be late for school” Wanda says, and the routine slips you back to reality.

“Hey” you say, pulling her close to you. Before she can answer, you kiss her, hands on her cheeks. She squeezes your wrists, smiling. “Do I really have to be Santa?”

“We’ll see” she laughs, kissing you once again. “Come on. We got a busy day ahead of ourselves”

You smile, letting her take you back home.

Whatever happens next, you just need Wanda to get through it.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n

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Home • Mattheo Riddle x bff!fem!reader

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Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x f!reader

Summary: y/n wants to make something special for Mattheo's birthday, but little does she know how special it is about to get.

Word count: 3.1K

Warnings: Fluff; English is not my first language.

A/N: Thank you guys so, so much for over 300 followers, love y'all!! That said, I don't think I like this one lol. Comments and feedback are always appreciated. Sorry for the typos. Hope you enjoy it! xx

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“Aw, how lovely it is to see you two!”

“Hi, mum.”

Your mother held you warmly before turning to the person next to you.

“You’ve grown taller, Mattheo, dear.”

“As always, Mrs. y/l/n.”

She held him too, and Mattheo did his best to return the hug. His dark eyes turned to you and you offered him a small, affectionate smile. He suddenly looked more comfortable and smiled at your mother when she let him go.

“Leave your luggage here, dears, it can be unpacked later. Come, I’ve made you two some snacks.”

You and Mattheo follow her into the kitchen, and you can’t help but look at Mattheo. Partly because, well, it’s not like he wasn’t the most handsome boy you’ve ever seen, but mostly because you know he’s not always comfortable in your mother’s house, despite having living here for over two years now.

Mattheo and you had been best friends since your first year at Hogwarts. But as the years went by, knowing Mattheo was alone at Hogwarts during the holidays made you feel so upset that you started asking him if he wanted to spend it with you, which he accepted with a gratitude he had a hard time hiding. And, naturally, you also asked him if he wanted to come for summer break here as well. From the day Mattheo met your mother, she adored him and soon considered him a full member of the family, sending him sweets and gifts while at school just like she did for you, offering him gifts for his birthdays and Christmas as well, and he started coming every holiday without you asking him. You knew Mattheo was thankful for your mother’s hospitality and affection, as he always made sure to let her know, but you knew - despite him doing his best to hide it - that he felt that he somehow didn’t deserve the kindness and care you mother had shown him. It broke your heart to know he felt like that, but Mattheo wasn’t the kind to easily speak about his feelings so you never dared to bring it up, only sometimes telling him how happy you were that he was here, and that this house was his home.

But what your mother - or anyone else for that matter - didn’t know was that now having Mattheo around at all times was bittersweet for you. You absolutely loved having him in your house, where you knew he was finally loved and cared for, but it also made you two closer and made feelings for him grow - feelings you didn’t know were shared or not. It was slowly breaking you from the inside, and you didn’t know how to deal with it. Of course, you could talk about it with Pansy, who was your other best friend, or your mother, but you perfectly knew what they would both tell you: “tell him how you feel.” Merlin, no. You just couldn’t. Not only because if Mattheo didn’t feel the same way, your friendship would never be the same at best - or completely destroyed in the worst case scenario - and in both cases, you knew it wouldn’t take long for Mattheo to decide to leave your house. If I ever do tell him how I feel, it’s better to wait until we’re both out of Hogwarts and have our own places.

You walked in the kitchen to find your favourite snacks on the table.

“Aw, thanks, mum.”

“Yes, thank you, ma’am.”

“You’re more than welcome. Come, sit.”

The three of you sat around the table, you being next to Mattheo on one side and your mother on the other. You and Mattheo started eating while your mother asked about yours and Mattheo’s lives at school. You and Mattheo took turns in making conversation and even had a few laughs as you recalled some of the funny memories you had. After both your stomachs were full, you decided to go unpack your luggage. Mattheo had the same idea, and went to the bedroom that was now essentially his. You both finished at the same time, and found yourselves in the corridor of the second floor.

“I’ll go take a shower,” Mattheo said quietly. “If you don’t mind.”

“Of course not.”

He walked to the bathroom, but before he came in, you called for him. “Matty?”

He turned to you and you continued, “As always, this is your home.”

He gave you a single nod before quickly turning away and going into the bathroom. Letting out a small sigh, you went down downstairs in the living room and found your mother reading a book.

“Mum?”

She raised her head from her book, “Yes?”

You sat on the sofa next to her, a small smile on your face.

“You know Mattheo’s birthday is coming up?”

“Yes,” she nodded, “I already got his gifts and have everything I need to make his favourite cake. Why?”

“Well,” you said, “I thought that we could do something else for a change. We usually have quiet birthdays and it’s nice but I’d really like to do something for Mattheo this time.”

Your mother frowned, “Like what?”

“A surprise party?” you answered. “I could write to the boys and invite them to celebrate?”

“That’s a good idea, darling. I’ll soon go to Diagon Alley to buy some decorations and, well, more food and drinks.”

You smiled and went to give her a quick hug. “Thank you, mum. You’re the best.”

The evening was nice and quiet, spent playing chess with Mattheo on the ground in the living room like you always did, with your mother playfully cheering on the one winning from the sofa. Mattheo and you laughed a lot while playing, and it warmed your heart to see him relaxed and happy. You knew he was usually shy in the first days he came here, and while you perfectly understood it, you couldn’t wait for him to be his warm, chill, funny self again. The Mattheo you knew and loved. After dinner, your mother went to bed and soon after, Mattheo and you decided to follow. You both went upstairs, and you then went into the bathroom to take a shower and put on your pyjamas. Mattheo had his own bathroom, and he was likely getting himself ready to go to bed. Once you were done, you went to your bedroom, and you weren’t surprised to see Mattheo casually laying on your bed. You went to close the shutters, and when you got in bed, Mattheo’s arms immediately wrapped around your body, and you put your head on his chest. Mattheo and you had taken the habit of cuddling to sleep since the first night he spent here, where a discussion before going to sleep ended up with you guys falling asleep and for some reason waking up in each other’s arms. You found that you slept way better in Mattheo’s arms, so much so that this situation continued in Hogwarts - and it was made easier by your roommate Pansy essentially spending all her nights with Blaise. At first, you just enjoyed the feeling of warmth and safety Mattheo’s embrace gave you, but as your heart started to feel more than friendship for him, cuddling, just like his perpetual presence, became bitter-sweet. You still loved cuddling with Mattheo, in fact you didn’t even know if you could even sleep without him now, but you wondered if it was a good idea to continue like this. But even if I decided it was better to stop, how do I tell him?

“You alright?” you whispered, raising your head to look at him.

He nodded, “Yeah. Why?”

“I just want to make sure you’re comfortable here. This is your home, Matty. And it will always be. But if you’re feeling something different, I want you to tell me.”

“I’m fine, y/n, really. I’m grateful for your mum and you, you know that. Don’t worry your pretty little head over me.”

He kissed your hair, his hands started gently caressing your shoulder and the middle of your back. Soon after, you felt yourself going to sleep, and thought you heard a voice saying “sleep well, princess.”

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The next following days, Mattheo and you spent all of your time together. Every meal, every activity - playing Quidditch in the garden, reading, studying, taking a nap - was done with him. You loved it, but it made it harder to write to Mattheo’s friends to invite them to the surprise party or to prepare the said party without him knowing, but you still managed to do it while he was reading a book in the living room. Thankfully, all the boys answered your letter and said they would come, and thankfully also, your mother had time to buy what was needed and had the idea to hide it in her room, where you and her knew Mattheo would never dare to go.

On the day of his birthday, you woke up once again in his arms, and kissed him on the cheek as he was slowly waking up.

“Happy birthday, Matty.”

“Thank you, pretty girl.”

You had managed to get Mattheo agree to go to Hogsmeade in the beginning of the afternoon to get his favourite sweets from Honeydukes so your mom could prepare everything for the party and welcome the guests. You spent some time here, and once you knew everything was likely to be ready, you and Mattheo got back home, and you had a hard time not smiling. But you also suddenly worried about how Mattheo would react. Last year, Theo had a surprise party and Mattheo was happy to help prepare it. But does that mean he wants one for himself?

You opened the door, and entered the silent house. Mattheo looked around the corridor, and put his bag full of sweets on the floor in order to take off his jacket.

“Is your mom here?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “Let’s check the living room.”

Mattheo remained silent and approached said living room, and you had the biggest smile on your face when he suddenly stopped.

“Happy birthday!”

There was some cheering and applause, and Mattheo turned to you as you approached him.

“What-”

“It’s a surprise, Matty,” you couldn’t help but laugh at his confused face. “You deserved to have your friends and your brother with you today.”

He stared at you for a long minute, and you felt your heart beat faster, and he finally smiled at you.

“Thank you, y/n.”

You smiled back at him and gestured for him to go say hi to his friends, who were quick to wish him a happy birthday and greet him warmly, and his brother Tom, who was colder and more silent than the others. You looked around the room, and what your mother had done to decorate was incredible: there were numerous small fireworks up in the air alongside big golden letters saying “happy birthday Mattheo”, small decorations all around, and the long wooden table, usually bare, was also very much magically decorated. Mattheo hugged your mother to thank her while Pansy came closer to you.

“Well done, dear. If you’ve put it together for a friend, I can’t wait to see what you will do when you’ll be dating him.”

“Don’t start,” you warmed her. “Mattheo and I have always been friends and will always be.”

“We’ll see,” she teased.

You rolled your eyes and went closer to Mattheo. It was now time for him to blow out the candles and make a wish, and everyone was gathered around him as your mother brought his favourite cake decorated with whipped cream and full of magic candles.

“Happy birthday again, dear,” your mother smiled. “Make a wish.”

Mattheo closed his eyes for an instant and then blew out the candles. You applauded alongside the others, and everyone gave Mattheo their birthday gifts - books on Quidditch or history or wizards, Quidditch equipment, special quills, a watch - and then came your turn. Feeling your cheeks becoming red, you handed him your own gift, scared he might not like it. He unwrapped it and then saw the book.

“It’s, um, a photo album with some pictures we took along the years and, well, I wrote down some of my favourite memories with you.”

You heard some whispers among Mattheo’s friends - his brother Tom remained silent - but your only focus was on Mattheo’s reaction. He turned some of the pages, smiled at some of the pictures and read the memories you wrote down - and the note you had also written him about how much he meant to you and how special you genuinely thought he was. After a moment of apparently being lost in thoughts, he gently put down the book on the table near the others books he got and looked at you to give you a half-smile.

“Thank you, y/n.”

He gave you a quick, strange hug, and then turned to his plate. Feeling confused, you wondered if he truly liked the gift. You went to sit between your mother and Lorenzo, and as you ate the cake, you looked sometimes as Mattheo, who was now the center of attention, and as time went by, you saw him switching from his usual, funny self to a more quiet, uneasy self, barely listening to what Theo was saying to him. You guessed he was feeling overwhelmed, and as the others finished their plates and went to sit on the sofas, you saw Mattheo mumbling an excuse before leaving the room to go to the garden. You wanted to follow him to make sure everything was fine, but you knew he probably needed some time alone. After a while, you finally went outside, and found him sitting in the grass, lost in thoughts. You approached him slowly before sitting down next to him.

“Are you okay, Matty?”

He nodded, “Yes. Was it your idea to have this party?”

“Yes,” you said quietly. “Why?”

“Thank you, y/n. It means a lot,” he looked at the grass before shaking his head.

“You deserve it,” you said with a gentle voice.

“Actually, I’m not sure,” Mattheo said in a low voice, his head now down.

You frowned, confused. “What? Why?”

Mattheo turned to you and had a small sigh.

“Honestly, y/n. You and your mum have already so much for me. Letting me live here, giving me gifts, being there for me, and now this…What did I ever give you back? Nothing.”

You opened your mouth, but it took a few seconds to answer. “Mattheo, have you not read what I wrote in the photo album?”

He didn’t answer, still looking at the grass.

“Well?” you insisted. “What did the text say?”

“That you deeply cared about me,” he said, almost mumbling. “And that you thought of me as caring, and kind.”

“I meant it, alright?” you said in a more serious voice, wanting him to understand. “You’re the most exceptional person I know. You’re kind, gentle, funny, and caring. You’re a great friend to the boys, and you’re doing your best to have a good relationship with Tom, even when it’s not easy. You’re always there for me, you're always ready to spend time with me no matter the activity, and I know I always count on you whenever I need help or need comfort. You always know what to say, and you always listen to me when I have something to say. You’re also smart, and a damn good Quidditch player. I know you’re scared of becoming like your father, but I know you won’t. Because you two couldn’t be more different. And even if you started to be like him, we both know I’d smack some sense into you.” He had a hint of a smile and you went on, “Yes, sometimes you’re annoying and I think you love to fight too much, but nobody’s perfect, and I wouldn't want you to change for anything in the world. You’re the best person I know, Mattheo, and that’s why I’m in love with you.”

He whipped his head towards you, and that’s when you realised what you just said.

Oh, no. Oh, no. Merlin, no.

“I…Just…Forget what I said.”

You quickly rose up and almost ran back to the house, but you suddenly felt a warm hand on your wrist.

“Wait!” Mattheo said, “What the hell, you can��t leave like that after saying that to me.”

“Yes I can,” you retorted, panicking, “and that’s what I’m doing, just…forget it happened, alright?”

Mattheo let go of your wrist to run a hand through his dark curls.

“But, y/n, I can’t forget,” he said, frowning, as if it was obvious, “and I don’t want to. Did you really mean it?”

“Mattheo, I…”

“y/n, please,” he cut off more severely, both his voice and eyes now pleading. “Please, answer me.”

Doing your best to not look at him, you hesitated before nodding, feeling the need to disappear. He looked at you in a strange way, and you wondered what he was going to say.

“Look, Mattheo,” you started, “I know our f…”

“I love you too.”

It was now you turn to look at him with confusion. “What?”

“I love you too,” he whispered. “You’re…all I want, and all I need. You said this house is my home, but the truth is, you’re my home.”

All of a sudden, he stepped closer to you and brought his hand to your face, slowly caressing your cheek with all the gentleness in the world. You wondered what you should do next - put your hand on his? Put your own hand on his cheek? - but he made the decision for you, suddenly lowering his head towards yours.

“Fuck, y/n…”

And after that whisper, he pressed his lips on yours. It took you a few seconds to kiss him back, but when you did, he immediately grabbed your waist to pull you closer before putting a hand on the back of your neck. You let out a moan, and he deepened the kiss. You had a hard time believing what you had been dreaming for years now was actually happening but at the same time, Mattheo’s lips on yours and his hands on your body was all you could feel, all you could think about and all that mattered. When he finally pulled away, you were both out of breath.

“Does you saying that you love me and this kiss count as two more birthday gifts?” he suddenly asked.

“If you want,” you laughed.

“Then, it really is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

You both smiled at each other before he kissed you again before taking you into his arms, holding you as if he died if he let go. You held him as well, feeling that, wherever you were, Mattheo was also your home.

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Absolutely no obligation to answer if you aren't taking requests, but could I ask for Hugh x reader? Like Blake and Ryan trying hard to play wingman for them both at an event, only to find out the two have been quietly together/hooking up for a few weeks? Whether it be angsty or fluffy is your choice! 🙂

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summary: ryan and blake try to set you and hugh up, but little do they know, you've already been secretly seeing each other. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader content warnings: smut (18+, mdni) - unprotected p in v (creampie oops, be safe folks), fingering, oral - f receiving, hugh bends you over 🙂‍↕️, no use of y/n. word count: 2.7k a/n: i'm catching up to all the requests that have been sitting in my askbox, so thank you for waiting on this! i know you said it could be angsty or fluffy, but it actually instead became smutty lmao. i had a lot of fun writing this lol - love the sneaking around and eventually getting caught trope 🤭 as always, this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman.

The entire night, you and Hugh steal glances from across the room. Either he’s with Ryan or some other group of people that he’s talking to and you’re either with Blake or on the dance floor dancing with her. You can feel the pull you have towards Hugh, yearning to be pulled into his arms but you have to refrain. You have to resist.

No one knows that you’re seeing each other, that you’ve been secretly having a very intimate relationship with him. Neither of you are ready for everyone else to know, so you try to keep your distance. Try not to make it so obvious that you just want him.

“I think you and Hugh should go talk,” Blake grins, nudging you with her arm.

You shrug nonchalantly, doing your best to look uninterested. “I don’t know, Blake.”

“Just one conversation,” she says. “You never know what can happen.”

Oh, you know exactly what would happen. If you and Hugh get a chance to speak tonight, you know that you wouldn’t be able to hide this secret any longer. Especially since the entire time so far, you’ve been trying to think of ways to sneak away from Blake and see Hugh. It’s such a busy event, such a huge party that even if you did try to sneak away with Hugh, someone would see the both of you.

And neither of you need that right now.

“If we somehow get to talking, then sure. Right now, I’m just focused on me.”

Blake narrows her eyes. “I can bring him over here and–”

“Blake,” you interrupt. “Seriously, I’m okay.”

Blake sighs. “Fine, okay. But if he comes up to you on his own, you’ll at least talk to him?”

“Sure. Would be rude of me to just leave if he tries to have a conversation with me,” you point out.

“Ryan and I just think you’d be so good together,” she replies.

“You think I’d be good with anyone,” you laugh.

“That’s because anyone would be lucky to have you.”

“Aw, Blake… It’s a bit early for all these compliments, don’t you think?” you tease.

Blake rolls her eyes. “You’re right. I usually need a couple of more drinks before I get to that point.”

“Okay, ha ha. Can we go back out there and dance?”

“Yes, baby, let’s go.” She takes your hand and leads you to the dancefloor, glancing over her shoulder to see Ryan and Hugh staring at the both of you.

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“So…” Ryan smirks, watching the way Hugh’s eyes linger on your frame. “You obviously think she’s–”

“No,” he interrupts, pulling his eyes away from you. When Hugh saw you for the first time that night, he had realized just how difficult it would be to keep things a secret. You look so beautiful, the dress clinging to every curve, and he wanted nothing more than to just take you away from this party so that he could have you to himself.

But Hugh tries to remember the conversation you had with him. This has to be a secret for a little while longer, just to see if this is more than just physical attraction. Hugh agreed, but the more time he spent with you, the more he wanted to get to know you. The sex was amazing, but the conversations you had with each other afterwards were just as great.

“Oh come on!” Ryan chuckles. “You should at least talk to her.”

“Not interested,” Hugh lies. “Besides, I already talked to her at your dinner party. She’s nice, sweet, but that’s all it is.”

Ryan arches a brow. “Seemed like you two hit it off that night.”

“Just being polite,” Hugh replies.

“Well, I think you should go and talk to her. See what can happen.”

“Ryan, no.” His eyes deviate to you and he tries to keep his eyes above your shoulder, but he can’t help but let his eyes take in your frame, your hips swaying effortlessly to the rhythm of the song. Clearing his throat, Hugh shakes his head and instead turns his back to the dancefloor.

“Let me be your wingman, Hugh,” he says excitedly. “All we gotta do is walk over there, dance a bit, and then–”

“I’m gonna get some fresh air.” Hugh interjects with a sigh. He knows if he stands here another minute that he’s going to break and he’s going to give in to Ryan because he wants you so badly. Even as he’s walking away from Ryan, he turns to look over his shoulder to see your eyes glued onto him. He gives you a subtle nod and steps outside, glancing around to see that no one but him is there.

With a sigh, he runs a hand over his face and lets out a sigh. Hugh likes you a lot and he’s become tired of keeping this, keeping you a secret. His mind begins to drift when he feels a gentle hand on his back and he turns to look down at you, a smile immediately lining his lips.

“Hey there, stranger,” you say quietly.

Even under the moonlight, you look so beautiful. Hugh reaches out for your hand, yearning to pull you into him and give you a kiss. “You’re really killing me with that dress you got on.”

“You like?” you smile, twirling in front of him.

“Oh, I love it,” Hugh winks. “Would look better if it was on the floor.”

“Oh, you’re naughty tonight.” you let out a quiet giggle. “What would you do if I told you I wasn’t wearing any panties?”

Hugh’s eyes widen and his gaze darkens. “Are you?”

You shake your head slowly. “Nope.”

“And you’re calling me the naughty one,” Hugh whispers, taking a step closer to you as his other hand moves to your hip, bunching up your dress in a tight fist. “Ryan’s been trying to get me to talk to you.”

“Oh?” you ask quietly, hand moving up to rest on his chest. “Blake’s been doing the same. I think they’re trying to play matchmaker.”

“They don’t know we’ve been seeing each other for the last few weeks,” Hugh chuckles, eyes drifting to your lips. “But seeing you tonight… It’s been really difficult to keep this a secret.”

“I know,” you sigh. “I see how the other women are looking at you tonight and I can’t blame them.”

“Not looking at them though.”

“But if you want to, you know you can… We aren’t really exclusive and–”

“I want to be,” Hugh interrupts. “I know we’re still testing out the waters, seeing if this is only physical, but I like you.”

“You know, I didn’t expect to have this conversation tonight…” you say quietly.

“Am I misreading this?” Hugh sighs, pulling away from you but you pull him back to you.

“No, I like you too. I just didn’t–” you bite your lower lip. “I just didn’t want to scare you away if I told you that I want this. That I want you. Only you.”

Hugh tries to hide the smile from appearing on his lips. He looks into your eyes and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “You like me, huh?”

“I do…”

Hugh then steps closer, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you flush against him. “Good because I’m gonna kiss you now.”

Your hand moves up to gently grip the lapel of his jacket. “Please,” you whisper. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night and–”

Hugh leans down and presses his lips against yours, hand gripping your hip. He wastes no time in moving his lips with yours, hand slowly dipping lower and lower to your backside. You gasp against his lips, reaching behind you to grab his wrist.

“Mmm, not yet,” you whisper, pulling away slowly.

Hugh’s about to lean in to give you another kiss when you both hear Blake and Ryan’s voices.

“I fucking knew it!” Ryan quips, finger pointing in your direction.

“And here we were, trying to get you two together!” Blake laughs.

You lean against Hugh whose arm still remains wrapped around you. “Surprise?”

Blake rolls her eyes playfully and walks up to you, pulling you into a hug. “Surprise indeed.”

Ryan grins, clapping a hand on Hugh’s shoulder. “So, how long?”

“Since the night of your dinner party,” Hugh chuckles.

“You fucker,” Ryan laughs.

“We wanted to keep it a secret,” you say quietly, reaching out for Hugh’s hand. “But–”

“I like her a lot,” Hugh interrupts, lacing his hand with yours. “Didn’t want to hide this anymore.”

“We’re so happy for the both of you,” Blake smiles.

“Thanks, Blake.”

“Now, if you’ll excuse us, I owe my girl a dance,” Hugh winks. He leads you back inside of the party and wraps an arm around your waist, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

Blake and Ryan join the both of you and once on the dance floor, Hugh turns you around in his arms, hands moving to rest on your hips as your bodies begin to sway to the music. It’s dark and the music is blaring, but your sole focus is on Hugh who’s staring directly back at you.

He runs his hands along your sides and back down to your hips, bringing you flush against his front as you feel the length of manhood hardening beneath his pants. You bite your lower lip, arms coming up to snake around his shoulders and link at the base of his neck.

Hugh dips his head lower, capturing your lips in a slow kiss. He moves a hand to your lower back as the crowd of people surrounding the both of you fades into the background. He gently nips at your lower lip, hearing you quietly whimper. His lips move from your own to your jawline, coming up to gently nibble on your ear as he whispers huskily.

“I need you bad, baby.”

“But the party–”

“How about we leave early?” Hugh runs his hand up your back and down to rest above your backside.

“What about Blake and Ryan?”

Hugh looks over at the other couple who look to be in their own little world and he chuckles, turning his attention back to you. “I don’t think they’d mind one bit if we leave.”

You bite your lower lip and then nod, leaning up to peck his lips. “Take me home then, Hugh.”

“Yes,” he groans lowly. “I’ve been wanting to take you home the moment I saw you tonight. Let’s go.”

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You don’t make it far once you and Hugh enter his place. He’s on you like a starved animal, hands running along your frame, lips lightly attacking your neck and shoulder. You can feel his length pressing into you from behind as he shrugs off his blazer.

“You make me crazy, baby,” Hugh growls, gently grazing the skin at your neck with his teeth. “Like a fucking teenager all over again.”

“Hugh, baby,” you whimper. “Wait, we should go upstairs and–”

“No,” he groans against you. “Right here.” Hugh bends you over the back of his large couch, immediately lifting the ends of your dress to your hips, giving him a clear view of your backside and your glistening slit. “You weren’t lying… no panties.”

“Have I ever lied to you?” You ask, looking over your shoulder at him.

Hugh glances up at you briefly before he drops to his knees in front of you. His large hands come up to spread your cheeks apart as he licks a strip along your sex, groaning against you.

“Hugh!” You exclaim, hand reaching back to curl into his hair.

“Mmm,” Hugh pulls back and looks at your sex, gaze darkening at the sight of you glistening for him. “Gonna have my taste now, baby.”

Before you could even answer, Hugh leans in and buries his face between your legs. He doesn’t bother to slow down, groaning against your sex as you feel his tongue in your most sensitive areas. You’re close, knowing that you aren’t going to last that long with the way Hugh’s going.

He pulls back momentarily, chin glistening with your arousal as he immediately slides two fingers into your tight heat. Hugh then leans back in and sucks your clit in time with pumping his fingers in and out of you and you’re so wet that the sounds mix in with your loud moans. It’s so lewd and obscene and it only spurs him on even further.

Your grip in his hair tightens as you feel your walls begin to tremble. When you feel a tightness begin to build in the pit of your stomach, you grip his hair even tighter, holding him firmly against you. Your eyes clamp shut as Hugh continues his assault on you, urging you through your orgasm.

Hugh then pulls back and stands up between your legs, his hands coming to undo his belt and zipper of his pants. His fingers are wet with your slick and he lifts to his mouth and sucks on it as his eyes stare directly at your throbbing heat.

Once he pulls his manhood out, he gives it a few strokes before notching his tip at your entrance. He feels you flinch at the sudden touch, smirking to himself.

“Hugh, wait. I need a minute.” You tell him, trying to turn around but Hugh keeps you firmly bent over the couch.

“Ah baby, you can handle it.” He grins, running his tip along the length of your sex, catching your hole repeatedly.

“Hugh,” you plead, reaching back for him but he just grabs your wrists and places them firmly against your lower back. With his free hand, he slowly slides into your tight heat, the slickness of your arousal immediately coating his length with each thrust forward.

He releases his hold on manhood and instead moves to place it on the couch, gripping it tightly. Hugh fills you to the brim, groaning to himself at the feeling of your walls wrapped tightly around him.

“See, told you,” he grins, pulling his hips back. Hugh pulls out to his tip, glancing down to see his length slick with your wetness. Then, he slowly slides back in and grips the couch even tighter, not wanting to leave any bruises on your wrists that remain firm in his grasp.

“Fuck!” You moan aloud. Your walls are already so sensitive and you know that you won’t last long with the way Hugh’s picking up his pace.

“God, you look good like this,” Hugh groans, thrusts moving faster as he repeatedly slams into you. You feel every inch, every throbbing vein and when he firmly slams into you, you move your ass back against him and feel the hair at his base provide the perfect friction against your clit.

He pulls back only enough to see you slide back into him, watching your ass shake and jiggle as you use him to reach yet another orgasm. Hugh knows that he’s getting closer, knows that he’s about to come but he tries to hold off because the sight of you using him like this for your own pleasure just turns him on even more.

“Baby,” Hugh groans. “I’m gonna come and I–”

“Inside,” you whimper.

Hugh feels a sudden rush overcome him at your confirmation and he releases his hold on your wrists to place both hands on your hips. He groans and begins to thrust back into you, his skin slapping loudly against yours as he chases his own release.

“Hugh, baby,” you moan, moving your own hands to rest over his as pleasure washes over you. Your body feels limp, feels like you can just fall asleep bent over this couch, but Hugh’s sharp thrusts work you through your own orgasm.

After a couple of thrusts, Hugh’s hips begin to stutter and you feel his warmth begin to fill you up. His grip on your hips tighten almost painfully as he empties himself into you, every last fucking drop.

When he pulls out, Hugh can’t help the sight of his release slowly begin to trickle out of you and down the inside of your leg. He smiles to himself, gently loosening his hold on you as he turns you around to face him.

“I don’t think I can walk upstairs,” you tease.

Hugh smirks proudly. “Good, because I don’t think I’m done with you yet, baby.”

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alotofpockets · 6 months ago

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Co-captains | Leah Williamson x Lionesses!Reader

Where your teammates try to get you with someone at the World Cup to make Leah jealous

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While representing your country was always an honour, especially at the World Cup, it felt different this time around. Ever since you were thirteen you had represented England with your best friend Leah, but this year she wouldn’t be there with you.

Leah had done her ACL a few months before the World Cup, everyone was devastated for her. The injury in itself was horrible, but to have it happen right before a big tournament like the World Cup made it even worse.

Besides being best friends, you had also been co-captains for your country the past couple of years. Doing this tournament without her felt wrong, but you knew you had to step up and make her proud.

The team had definitely noticed your mood during your training sessions in Australia. You were very grateful to be a part of the team, but not having Leah there to do it with you kept playing over and over in your head.

“Missing Leah?” Keira asked as she sat down next to you in the hotel lobby. “Yeah, I wish she was here with us.” A playful smirk formed on Keira’s face. “What?” You asked with your brows furrowed. “Oh nothing, but if I were you I’d turn around.” You had no idea what was going on, but you turned around like she said.

“Lee!” You quickly stood up when you saw your best friend walk through the doors. “You’re here!” With a couple steps you had reached her and wrapped your arms around her. “I’m here.” She whispered.

“I can’t believe you’re really here.” You hadn’t smiled this much since you had gotten to Australia. “You didn’t think I was gonna sit this one out completely, did you?”

You let Leah greet the rest of the girls, and hugged her brother Jacob who had been filming the whole thing. “Jakey, I saw you a few days ago, how could you not have told me?” The first day you had landed in Australia, you had gone to visit Leah’s brother. The two of you had talked about the World Cup, and Leah’s wellbeing, and yet he hadn’t said a word about this surprise. He playfully shrugs his shoulders. “What would have been the fun in ruining the surprise?”

The rest of the day was filled with laughter and excitement. Leah joined you at training, while she wasn’t playing, she was a captain at heart and had plenty to say to prepare her team for the upcoming games.

After training you all gathered in the common room of the hotel, you sat down between Ella and Jordan. The room filled with a mix of conversations about everything and nothing. Leah was sitting across the room from you, and every now and again your eyes would fall on her. A small smile playing at your lips when she would look your way as well.

“Look at them,” Alessia said softly enough for only Ella to hear. “They’re such idiots.” Ella followed her best friend’s eyes between you and Leah, “Completely clueless.” Alessia nodded in agreement, “We’ve really got to do something about that.”

An idea formed in Ella’s mind and a smirk grew on her face. “I’ve got an idea.” She turned back towards you. She spoke loud enough for all of the team to hear this time. “So, y/n, it’s been ages since you’ve been on a date, hasn’t it?”

The question took you off guard, seemingly coming out of nowhere. “Eh, I guess so. What does that have to do with anything?” You felt watched by everyone on the team and suddenly you grew nervous.

“Oh, I was just thinking that we could help you out. There are so many good looking players at this tournament, there must be one that has caught your eye, right?” Your cheeks flushed as the intensity of the eyes on you grew stronger. “Oh, eh, I don’t know. I’ve just been focussed on football.”

Your eyes darted to Leah, silently asking for help. She was sitting back in her chair, looking nonchalantly, but for a second you thought you saw a flicker of sadness in her eyes. Before you could think about it further Jordan chimed in on the conversation.

“Oh come on, there must be someone. Name one player you think is fit.” You felt put on the spot, so you named the first player that came to mind. “Oh eh, maybe Alexia Putellas, she’s a very talented player.”

The team erupted in laughter at how you were still choosing to look at this through football lenses. Only one person wasn’t laughing, and that was Leah. Her jaw was clenched as she looked at you, but it went unnoticed by you.

“I can definitely set you up with Alexia. In fact, I can call her right now!” Keira joined in on the fun. “No! Please don’t do that.” You didn’t like the turn this was taking. “Oh I won’t then, someone else maybe?”

Everyone on the team joined in on calling out names. Raso? Rölfo? Kaneryd? Bonmatí? Kennedy? Sonnet? Fleming?

Leah sat watching the scene unfold unamused. Her arms were crossed and her expression had turned into a frown. Everyone was enjoying getting a reaction out of you by listing every player they could think of, so they hadn’t noticed the change in her demeanour, until she stood up abruptly. Her chair loudly clattering against the floor.

The room went fully silent. No more names being thrown around, and no more laughter. “I eh, I’m gonna go check on her.” You stood up and followed in the direction Leah took off in.

“Lee, what’s wrong?” You say as you reach her about to open her hotel room. She huffed and walked into the room, just before the door closed behind her, you managed to slip through.

“Nothing, go meet up with any one of those people the girls mention. Go out, have fun.” Your brow furrowed, “Lee, I don’t know what’s going on. But-” She cut you off before you could continue telling her that you never said you wanted to meet up with those people, that it was just coming from your teammates.

“I can’t deal with listening to you potentially being with any one of those people. I don’t wanna hear who you think is good looking or fit. I don’t want to hear it because… because I want you to think of me that way.” The last part of her sentence was barely above a whisper.

You stood there, too stunned to get out any words. Leah figured she had put it on the table now, so she might as well continue what she just started. "I like you. I like you more than just my best friend. More than I ever thought I would. I didn’t realise it until I heard you talk about other girls that way.” She looked up at you nervously.

“Well, I was going to say that I didn’t talk about any of the people that way, and that it was only the girls doing so. And honestly the reason for that is because I only have eyes for you Leah. I like you too, I have for a long time.”

“You do?” Your smile grew, “Yes, you dummy. I’ve been a total grump without you here. You are the only person that I want. I don’t care about any other players going into this competition, it’s always been you.”

Leah stood up quickly and moved towards you. “I am so happy to hear you say that.” She said with her face mere inches away from yours. One look at her lips and then quickly diverting your eyes back to hers, was enough for Leah to lean in and connect your lips.

The kiss was short and sweet. It was everything you had hoped it would be and more. “Will you be my girlfriend?” Leah asked as soon as you pulled away from the kiss. “Definitely.” You said with a big smile.

“Can we go back down and show the girls everything is alright?” You asked shyly, not wanting to make Leah feel bad for walking out on everyone the way that she did. “Only if we can tell them that they can stop trying to match you up with someone.” You chuckled at her request. “Deal.”

As you walked back to the girls, Leah took ahold of your hand and gave it a soft squeeze. You couldn’t believe that she was your girlfriend, but you knew that with Leah by your side everything was going to be great.

The atmosphere in the common room shifted the second the both of you walked in. The team had been quietly speculating about what had happened, and if they had taken things too far.

As soon as they looked at your intertwined hands, the speculation started back up again, this time in the direction of did this actually work?

“Everything alright?” Keira asked with a knowing smile. Leah glanced at you and squeezed your hand once more. “Yeah, everything is more than alright.” She pulled you a little closer. “You can stop matchmaking, I’m taking her out tomorrow morning.”

The room filled with cheers and laughter. A few of the girls high fived each other. “Finally, I thought we were going to have to list every player in the tournament before the two of you finally got together.” Ella says dramatically, earning a laugh from the whole group, including you and Leah.

The teasing of the girls didn’t stop, but this time around it felt different. Leah’s arm was wrapped around your shoulder, with her thumb lightly caressing your arm.

You still had the tournament ahead of you, but tonight had given you a bit of extra encouragement to perform better than you had ever done before. You felt ready to take on the world and make Leah proud.

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writersdrug · 7 months ago

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omg! I read your goth reader x Simon and I’m not sure if you’ve already made a post but I’d love to see how Simon met reader or how he did pull her 😂😂 love it btw

Augh I've wanted to write more for Simon x Goth!Reader

He drops the 3-pack of men's black t-shirts on the counter, digging into his sweatshirt pocket for his wallet. He takes out his card and looks up.

You're sitting with your back to him, hunched over on a small stool with your face stuck in a mirror. He can see your one eye magnified in the reflection as you held your cheek taught, slowly dragging an eyeliner pen across your lid.

He stands there another moment, wondering if you even know he's behind you. He politely clears his throat.

"One sec." You say, concentrating hard on making the line perfect. You have your mouth hanging open, your one eye closed and the other wide as a dinner plate. Simon huffs quietly. You remind him of a zombie, dressed in a typical retail uniform.

You eventually put the eyeliner pen down and stand, grabbing the shirts from the counter. He watches you as you scan the item - only one of your eyes are done, beautifully enhanced with an artistic flourish of eyeliner, mascara, and eye shadow; your other eye is untouched.

"Is that all?" You ask, looking up at him, and he has to stifle a laugh. Thank goodness for his balaclava.

"Yea." He responds, sticking his card into the reader. You bag his shirts and hand them to him - he accepts the bag and puts his card back, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Receipt?"

"No thanks."

You nod - he stays there, staring at you with a rather blank expression. You purse your lips and tap the counter, adverting your gaze to anything but him. You were used to getting stares because of your makeup, but this guy in particular wasn't even subtle about it.

"Is that all?" He says, jutting his chin towards you.

You blink, staring back at him. Does he mean my makeup? "Oh- heh, no. Still gotta do my other eye."

He nods. "Looks good."

"Thanks..." You say. You're not sure if he's being honest or sarcastic. But before you have the chance to question it, he turns on his heel and walks out the door, the bell clanging behind him.

You shrug to yourself and sit back down, digging inside your makeup bag for a brow pencil.

You're uncapping your lipstick when someone slaps something on the counter - not aggressively, but it still makes you jump. You turn around to find that same guy from last week, the one with the balaclava and the moody eyes.

You head to the register and look down. There's another pack of black shirts on the counter. You scoff and look up at him. "More? What, are you eating these?" You say as you scan them.

"See you finished your other eye." Simon grumbles, pulling his card from his wallet. "Did it take ya the whole week?"

You glare at him, shoving his shirts into a bag. "It did." You say sarcastically, and he grunts, taking the bag as you hand it to him.

Simon watches as you turn to the side, assuming he was already on his way out the door. You popped the cap off your lipstick and parted your lips in front of the tiny mirror on the counter - he felt something akin to surprise when your lips were smeared in black, rather than the red he was expecting.

You feel a pair of eyes on your back. You turn around - that guy is still there, and you fight back a frown.

"Can I help you with anything else?" You say, trying to stress the weirdness of the situation in your tone.

"I like this." He says, using his free hand to circle his face. "Looks good on you. Unique."

You smile, genuinely pleased with the compliment. Most of the time, if people (other than your friends) weren't ogling at you, they were saying how strange and "ugly" your makeup looked (this was a common comment among the older ladies that came to the store).

"Thanks." You reply. "You want a makeover?"

Simon chuckles quietly. "Nah, not really." And then, as quick as he came, he's gone again - out the door before you can even try to carry a conversation with him.

Simon comes back the next week - this time, for a pack of smokes and some new gloves. Uncharacteristically, he finds himself a little excited to see you again, despite never saying more than fifty words to you in total. He gets to the counter and places his items down - his heart sinks a bit when he isn't greeted by you and your half-finished goth makeup.

An older lady steps forward and scans his items. "Do you have a rewards card with us?"

"No."

Would you like to sigh up for one?"

"No."

She doesn't even look at him as she slides the cigs and glives back to him. "Fifteen twenty-seven."

He slides his card in. He can't help but wonder where you might be; not that he misses you or anything, he's just a curious man. He doesn't like not knowing things, and you're a rather difficult, raven-haired puzzle to decipher.

"S'cuse me, but-" he shifts his weight as he pockets his wallet. "Where's the other girl? Y'know, the one with all the-" he waves his hand in front of his face. "She usually works Thursdays."

The woman looks at him with a tight-lipped, glazed-over expression. "I'm not allowed to share any employee's schedule information, sir." She drones in a monotone, customer service voice.

He blinks for a moment, wracking his brain for a response. "I'm 'er uncle."

"Oh - she quit."

"Really?" Simon says - he's rather upset that you, an artistically-talented cashier he's met twice, is no longer employed at the lackluster retail store. "What happened?"

"Manager told her all that shit had to go." She leans her hip against the counter. "All that ugly face paint - it was freaking the customers out. She threw a hissy fit and stormed out."

He hummed, thiugh he took what she said with a grain of salt. "Right. Thanks." He said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

The woman sighs. "I mean, people paint themselves to look like the devil and expect to be treated like a normal human. Is that crazy, or am I just old?"

Just an old hag. "Dunno." He shrugs.

"Oh-" she holds up a finger, signaling for him to wait as she meanders to the end of the counter. She grabs an envelope and comes back to the cash register, handing it to Simon. "Give this to your niece. She never came back for her last paycheck."

He hesitates, wondering if he should make up some excuse like "Oh I'll tell her to pick it up." But, he said he was her uncle - now he has to deal with the responsibilities of it. He takes the envelope and shoves it into the pocket of his sweatshirt. Nodding towards the lady. "I'll make sure she gets it."

Simon hasn't tracked you down yet. Truthfully, he hasn't realy tried to; he wants to respect your privacy and chose not to look for you on social media - but he does frequent the restaraunt across the street from your old workplace, hoping to catch you if you ever decided to come back for your check. He's getting worried at this point - what if you show up and he doesn't see you, and then you start freaking out about getting your paycheck stolen by some random guy? That would be the highlight of his vacation leave. He isn't sure if Price would bail him out of jail for that one.

He's inside the restaraunt today, sitting in a booth and sipping on a mug of tea. Rain pelts against the windows, providing a background of white noise to his ever-active mind. He scrolls through his email on his phone, but as always, he's focused on work. The briefing doming up within the next week, that sergeant that failed the sniper placement, having to listen to Soap talk about how he spent his leave with his girl... it muddled around in his head, nothing staying in the forefront of his mind, but never dissipating, either.

He hears the door open, just as a peal of lighning crashes through the sky. Someone stomps their boots on the entry mat a ways behind Simon, and he hears the jingle of metal with each step towards the bar.

"I'm here for an interview."

Simon nearly snaps his neck with ho hard he turns his head. There you are - you've got your hair down, definitely not as teased as the last time he had seen you. Your makeup is less goth, although you've outlined your lips with a black liner that fades inwards to a crimson red, and your eyes are still sharp and smokey. You're wearing black jeans and a deep, red top, and an interesting pair of boots, decorated with small chains and studs.

Professional, but still incorporating your style. He can appreciate that.

Someone comes out from the back and walks over to you - you shake his extended hand with a smile, and he leads you to a booth farther away from Simon. He thinks he must look like a creep, staring at you in broad (rainy) daylight, but he can't help himself. He doesn't even know why, but you've got his attention like the moon pulls the waves of the ocean.

He stays there for a while - he can't hear every word you say, but he eats the comments and laughs that do filter through with a hungry mind. You sometimes model for any Goth-forward magazines; you're relieved that the owner of the restaurant doesn't care about toning down your style; you're honest - your roommate hadn't paid rent for a month and a half so you let them go, and now you need a little bit more cash than what a measly retail job can provide.

He can hear it in the man's tone: you're hired. He likes your forwardness and unique charm, and frankly, so does Simon. He's addicted to it. The last time anything had his attention like this was when he found out Gaz could do the splits - the shock factor had him surprised with how easily it truly wis to distract him when he comes across something so unusual. But this time, there was less of a ridiculousness, and more of an admiration.

He hears a lilt in the conversation; he turns to see you standing with an excited smile. Of course you would get the job, just look at you. You shake the owner's hand and grab your bag, a black canvas ine with all sorts of studs and spikes, and start heading towards the front door.

Simon can't let you slip away that easily.

"Movin' on from retail?" He says as you pass his booth.

You turn, looking confused, staring at him for a moment. It takes a few seconds before you recognize him, though your smile still holds some wariness to it. "Hey, weirdo...!" You say, standing next to his table. "You stalking me or something?"

He decides to be honest. "Was tryin'."

You furrow your brow an bit, your hands curling around the strap of your bag. "You were?"

"The clerk from the store gave me your check." He clarifies, pulling the envelope from his pocket. "Figured you weren't comin' 'round anytime to get it, so I tried lookin' for ya."

You wonder how this man was somehow able to get your paycheck, but you were a little less put-off. He seemed nice enough. You dropped your bag on the table and took the envelope, shoving it somewhere in your disorganized pockets. "You waiting on someone?" You ask.

"Was you." He comments, taking a sip of his whiskey. "Now, no one." God, he must look pathetic.

"Nice." You slide into the opposite side of the booth, your boots clacking against the legs of the tables. "Want another round? Some fries?" You look at him with those shadowed, big eyes, and he wants to keep you in this booth with him forever.

He chuckles. "You really don't-"

"Don't tell me what to do." You snap with a smirk. "Just choose. Drink, or fries? Or whatever you want, really. I haven't eaten lunch, and you look like interesting company."

He feels himself melting at your cocky, triumphant smirk as you dig around in your bag for your wallet. What did he do for life to deposit such a pretty thing right in his lap (we'll, a few feet away from it)? "Could go for a burger.

You smile, relaxing into the polyester seat. This big, quiet, lumbering thing has you intrigued, and apparently, the feeling is mutual. "What's your name?"

He smirks. He's not wearing his balaclava, but he doesn't really care about that at the moment. He takes a sip of his whiskey. "Simon. Yours?"

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bettelaboure · 12 days ago

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⊹Say it again⊹ | Kwon Ji-yong

⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ Pairing: Kwon Ji-yong x Reader ⊹ Warnings: explicit sexual content, adult language, dominant/submissive dynamics, consensual roughness, dirty talk ⊹ Summary: After an evening of deliberate teasing at their friend's casual gathering, the tension between you and Ji-yong escalates into an intense confrontation at home. Ji-yong makes it clear he intends to respond to your provocative comments in the most passionate way possible.

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The invitation to Seunghyun's had come earlier that evening, just after dinner. Ji-yong had mentioned it casually as he cleaned up, tossing dishes into the sink. "Seunghyun's hosting tonight. He mentioned drinks, some music, just something chill. Feel like going?"

You'd watched him closely, biting back a smile. "Sounds good. It'll be nice to relax." But as you moved around him, picking up a glass from the counter, you deliberately brushed against him, feeling his body tense slightly.

Ji-yong’s eyes had flashed, meeting yours in silent challenge. You'd been doing it all evening, subtle touches, lingering gazes, bending a bit too low when you knew he was watching—each movement designed to tease and entice, to wind him up until you could practically feel his frustration simmering beneath his skin.

Before leaving, you'd chosen an outfit with careful intent—a tight-fitting dress that hugged every curve, elegant but simple yet provocatively short. Ji-yong had leaned against the bedroom doorway, eyes narrowed with quiet appreciation and a hint of possessiveness. "Planning on tormenting me all night?"

You'd laughed softly, adjusting the hem teasingly. "Maybe. Think you can handle it?"

He’d stepped forward, grabbing your waist, pressing his hips suggestively against yours. His voice dropped low, dangerously calm. "Careful. You're playing with fire."

You smiled, pushing gently away, maintaining your teasing distance. "Maybe I like getting burned."

Now, Seunghyun’s apartment is warm with laughter and low music, the hum of casual conversation weaving through the open-plan living room like a silk thread. You’re curled into the oversized couch, a wine glass balanced in your hand, your heels already kicked off hours ago. Ji-yong’s somewhere behind you, deep in a conversation with Youngbae about music licensing—half business, half the kind of creative banter that only comes after midnight.

Across from you, Hyo-rin is cross-legged, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as she sips from a half-empty glass of red. The conversation has taken a sharp turn from outfit choices and PR nightmares to what you’re both actually interested in right now—books. More specifically, that book.

“You got to chapter seventeen, right?” she leans in, voice just a little hushed, not wanting to be overheard but clearly hoping to stir a reaction.

You nod, grin matching hers. “The scene in the study.”

She lets out a low whistle. “God. The way he just—” she gestures vaguely, “—pins her against the desk and tells her to shut up before she even finishes her argument? The control—”

“The way he doesn’t even raise his voice, just slides his hand around her throat and says, You wanted a reaction? Here it is,” you quote, warmth spreading across your skin just remembering the line. “I swear I nearly—”

“Same,” Hyo-rin laughs, fanning herself. “My man was asleep next to me. I had to bury my face in the pillow.”

You tip your glass toward her and say with a crooked smirk, “Honestly? That scene had me like, ‘Bend me over, slap my ass, and fuck the feminist right out of me.’”

Hyo-rin bursts out laughing, nearly spilling her drink. “You’re insane.”

You just shrug, laughing with her—but you feel it instantly. That pull. Like a thread from across the room yanking at your spine.

You glance back and, sure enough, Ji-yong is watching you. Not openly, not dramatically—but his eyes are locked on you like a sniper scope. Still mid-conversation, nodding along with Seunghyun, but that look is different. Fixed. Quietly dangerous.

You turn back, sip your wine, pretend like your skin isn’t prickling everywhere under his gaze.

The rest of the night blurs in soft laughter, gentle goodbyes, and the comfort of familiarity. The car ride home is quiet, but the air between you isn’t. It’s dense. Charged. Ji-yong drives with one hand, the other draped lazily over his thigh, fingers tapping to the rhythm of the music—but you can see how tight his jaw is. How focused.

When the door clicks shut behind you, you’re halfway through tugging off your jacket when he’s suddenly there—pressing you against the wall beside it, his body a slow, deliberate weight pinning yours. Not rough, not rushed. Just there, his breath warm against your ear.

“So…” His voice is low, almost amused, but there’s a tension underneath. A flicker of something darker. “You want me to bend you over, slap your ass, and fuck the feminism out of you?”

You inhale sharply, head knocking lightly against the door behind you. He smiles against your cheek, but it’s not sweet—it’s all teeth.

“Didn’t think I’d hear my girl say that. Not in front of Seunghyun. Not in front of everyone.”

You grin, pushing your hips just barely into his. “You weren’t exactly rushing to shut me up.”

“Didn’t want to interrupt,” he says, hand trailing up your side, under your shirt. “I like hearing what turns you on when you think I’m not paying attention.”

“You always pay attention.”

“Damn right I do.”

He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. There’s heat there—so much it burns, but it’s steady. Focused. “Say it again.”

You blink. “What?”

His fingers tighten on your waist. “What you said to Hyo-rin.”

You feel your stomach flip, a wicked smile crawling across your lips. You lean in, lips barely brushing his. “Bend me over, slap my ass, and fuck the feminist right out of me.”

The moment you finish speaking, his mouth captures yours, deep and demanding. His tongue slides teasingly against yours, making your knees buckle slightly. He catches you easily, his hand tangled in your hair as the kiss deepens, hot and possessive. His other hand grips your hip tightly, guiding you toward the living room, clothes discarded along the way until there's nothing left but skin against skin.

When he bends you over the edge of the couch, your breath catches sharply, anticipation tightening every nerve. Ji-yong’s hand smooths over your spine, lingering gently at the curve of your waist before coming down in a sharp, playful slap that sends heat flaring across your skin.

He leans over you, his voice rough and teasing in your ear. “Is this what you were imagining? Me, pinning you down, taking control, fucking the shit out of you?”

“Yes,” you gasp, pressing back urgently, desperate for more contact. “Exactly like this.”

He chuckles darkly, fingers sliding lower, teasing and drawing out your pleasure until you're whimpering softly, needy and ready. His lips trail heated kisses along your shoulder, down your spine, and back up again.

“Beg for it,” he whispers huskily, teeth grazing your skin. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“Please, Ji-yong,” you breathe desperately. “Fuck me—hard.”

He groans deeply, a raw, primal sound of approval, finally sinking into you with a slow, powerful thrust, filling you completely. Your body arches instinctively against him, welcoming the depth, savoring the exquisite stretch of his entrance. He pauses momentarily, savoring the sensation, his breathing ragged and hot against your shoulder.

His hands grip your hips tighter, guiding you to match his rhythm as he begins moving again, slowly at first, each stroke deliberate, teasing. "You feel so fucking good," he whispers hoarsely, voice laced with desire, fingers digging into your skin possessively. He picks up speed, thrusting harder and deeper, each stroke driving you forward, making you gasp and moan beneath him.

You push back eagerly, craving more, matching his every movement with desperate need. His hips slam into yours relentlessly, the sound of skin against skin filling the air, mingling with your shared, breathless moans. Ji-yong leans forward, lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, murmuring heatedly against your skin, "Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours," you cry out, gripping the couch tightly, overwhelmed by the building pleasure. His rhythm grows faster, fiercer, driving you both toward the edge, each deep, forceful thrust pushing you higher, closer to release. "Ji-yong," you plead breathlessly, "don't stop—"

"Never," he growls, hand slipping between your thighs to tease your sensitive flesh, igniting every nerve until you're trembling, falling apart in his arms. Your climax rushes over you, intense and shattering, pulling him over the edge moments later with a deep, satisfied groan, your name tumbling from his lips.

Afterward, spent and tangled together in the aftermath, his fingers trace gentle circles along your skin, lips brushing affectionately along your shoulder.

“You always know how to get under my skin,” he murmurs lazily.

You turn, smiling softly up at him. “Maybe that's exactly why I do it.”

He chuckles quietly, pulling you tighter into his embrace. “Good. Don’t stop.”

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theonottsbxtch · 26 days ago

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ANXIETY PT3 | CL16

an: things are heating up in this universe!! can't wait for the reactions hehe!

wc: 2.7k

part one | part two

THE DAYS THAT FOLLOWED SETTLED INTO SOMETHING STRANGE. Not quite normal—normal had ceased to exist long ago—but a routine, of sorts.

Charles kept his distance.

She did too.

It wasn’t spoken about, but the air between them remained thick with something unresolved. Ever since that kiss, there had been a shift, a quiet tension that neither of them acknowledged. He didn’t touch her. He barely spoke to her unless necessary. And yet, she felt his presence in every room.

But her mind wasn’t on the kiss. Not entirely.

It was on his mother’s words.

"After his disorder diagnosis…"

The phrase had been gnawing at her ever since. A splinter lodged too deep to ignore.

So she started watching him.

Subtly. Carefully.

He was composed, as always, controlled. But sometimes, just for a flicker of a moment, she caught something else beneath the surface—a hesitation, a tension in his shoulders when she moved too far from him, a glance held too long.

And then there were the books.

It started by accident.

She had been wandering the library one afternoon, running her fingers absentmindedly along the spines, when she noticed it. A small, unassuming title nestled between grander, heavier volumes.

"Attachment and Emotional Dependency in Adults."

Her breath caught.

She pulled it from the shelf, heart pounding as she scanned the other titles around it.

"The Anxious Mind."

"Fear of Abandonment and its Psychological Roots."

"Attachment Disorders: Understanding the Patterns."

There were dozens of them.

Her fingers traced over the spines, a strange sensation crawling up her spine. It was deliberate—this wasn’t casual reading. These books had been read, studied. Some were marked, pages folded, notes scribbled in margins.

She swallowed.

Sinking into the plush chair by the window, she opened the first book and started reading.

And what she found made her stomach tighten.

The pages described patterns of behaviour so precise, so eerily familiar, that she felt a chill creep over her skin. The fear of rejection. The need for control. The cycles of pushing and pulling—keeping someone close yet creating distance out of fear of being abandoned.

Charles.

Every word painted a picture of him.

And suddenly, she saw everything with new eyes. The way he had watched her so closely. The way he had given her more freedom, but never too much. The way he had kissed her that night—not just for his mother’s sake, but for his.

Her pulse thundered in her ears.

This changed things.

Or maybe, she realised with a sinking feeling—maybe this explained everything.

She barely slept that night.

The words from the books played over and over in her mind, weaving themselves into the memories she had of him, reshaping everything she thought she knew.

She had spent so long thinking of Charles as the villain.

And yet…

She saw it now. The cracks in his control. The hesitation in his actions. The way he had given her more freedom, but never too much—because too much terrified him. He needed her here. Needed to know she wasn’t going anywhere.

Not because he wanted power over her.

Because he was afraid.

It made no sense. It made too much sense.

By morning, she was exhausted but determined. She needed proof.

She spent the next few days in the library, taking books back to her room, reading deep into the night. She learned about anxious attachment, about how people like Charles latched onto others with a desperation they couldn’t always explain. How they tested people, pushed them away, pulled them back. How they lived in constant fear of being left.

And suddenly, every moment with him slotted into place like pieces of a puzzle she hadn’t known she was solving.

She caught herself watching him more now.

Noticing things she hadn't before. The way his jaw clenched when she left the room for too long. The way his fingers tapped restlessly against his glass at dinner when conversation fell silent. The way his shoulders seemed to relax just slightly when she sat on the opposite side of the sofa rather than at the table across the room.

She had spent so long fighting against him. Resisting.

But now?

Now, she understood something dangerous.

Charles hadn’t done this because he was cruel.

He had done it because he couldn’t bear the idea of being alone.

And she didn’t know what scared her more—that she understood him now.

Or that, deep down… she didn’t hate him for it anymore.

The fire in the library crackled softly, casting flickering shadows across the dark wooden shelves. She sat curled up in one of the armchairs, another of his books balanced on her knee. The weight of it felt different now—not just a book, but a window into his mind.

She heard him before she saw him.

The soft sound of footsteps. The quiet hesitation in his movement.

He stopped in the doorway for a moment, as if debating whether to come in at all. Then, slowly, he crossed the room and settled into the chair across from hers.

Neither of them spoke at first.

She glanced up at him, then back at the book.

And then—without really thinking—she slid off the chair and onto the floor, shifting until she was right beside him.

She felt the way he tensed.

Like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to react.

Her heart was hammering. She didn’t know why she’d done it. Maybe she wanted to test something. Maybe she just wanted to see.

He turned his head, his gaze dropping to the book in her hands. The shift in his posture was instant.

A flicker of recognition.

A sharp inhale, almost imperceptible.

“…Why are you reading that?” His voice was quieter than usual. Cautious.

She hesitated, fingers brushing against the edges of the page. “I ran out of books.”

He blinked. “I can buy you some more.”

There was something oddly tentative in the way he said it.

She looked up at him then, meeting his eyes fully.

And for a second—just a second—she thought she saw something close to fear behind them.

He exhaled, shifting slightly in his seat. “Or not. You can—” He gestured vaguely to the book in her lap. “You can keep reading those.”

Like he didn’t want to push her. Like he wasn’t sure where this was going.

Like he was waiting to see what she would do next.

Over the next few days, she tested it.

A slow, careful experiment.

She started small—standing a little closer when they passed in the hall, brushing past him in the kitchen, lingering at the dining table after meals instead of excusing herself immediately.

At first, he barely reacted. If anything, he seemed more withdrawn, as if retreating into himself. But she noticed the little things. The way his fingers curled slightly when she moved nearer. The flicker of tension in his shoulders. The way his breath would subtly change if she was too close for too long.

And so she kept going.

One evening, she sat beside him on the library floor again, just as she had before. But this time, she let her knee barely touch his.

He went still.

Not in an obvious way—nothing dramatic, nothing noticeable to anyone who wasn’t watching for it. But she was watching.

She turned a page in her book, acting as though she hadn’t noticed.

His breathing shifted.

The next night, she sat next to him again, just a little closer. Close enough that the warmth of his body felt real in the space between them.

And then—just when she thought he was starting to tolerate it—he pulled away.

Not violently. Not sharply. Just… subtly. A slow, almost involuntary movement. Like a muscle twitch. Like instinct.

She caught it immediately.

And before she could stop herself, she murmured, “Why do you do that?”

Silence.

His jaw tightened.

She could see it now—something unreadable in his expression.

Something guarded.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he said, but his voice lacked conviction.

She tilted her head slightly, searching his face. “You pull away,” she said, softer this time. “Every time.”

A muscle flickered in his jaw.

He looked away.

She let the silence stretch.

And for the first time since she’d begun this—since she’d started trying to understand him—she wondered if she was getting too close to something he wasn’t ready to face.

That evening, he left.

Not abruptly, not in a way that suggested he was running, but she knew.

She’d gotten too close.

And now he needed to be somewhere else.

She waited, pretending not to care, pretending not to notice the way the room felt emptier when he was gone. She turned a few more pages in her book, but the words didn’t stick. Her mind was too full of him.

Of his tension. His restraint.

When he returned, she knew he’d gone to the kitchen before she even saw what he was carrying. A tray. Two cups of tea. He was setting it down when she looked up.

He didn’t say anything. Neither did she.

He was about to leave again. She could feel it. His body language gave it away—the slight shift of his weight, the way his gaze flickered towards the door.

Before he could, she said, “Stay.”

A pause.

Barely a second, barely noticeable. But she caught it.

Then, slowly, he lowered himself into his usual chair.

She said nothing more. Didn’t acknowledge it, didn’t push.

She picked up her book again, wandering the room as she read, trailing her fingers along the spines of books on the shelves, leaning against the fireplace for a while before moving to the window.

And he sat there, reading. Or at least pretending to.

She watched him carefully, testing.

She let her movements be deliberate, unhurried.

Passing behind his chair. Sitting for a moment on the armrest before moving again.

Every time, she felt it—his reaction. Small, barely there, but real.

And then, she didn’t know what compelled her, finally, she leaned over his chair, her breath barley grazing his ear, and she slid her hand around his neck.

The response was immediate.

A sharp inhale.

A full body shudder.

And then- a whimper.

So soft. So quiet. Like something he hadn’t meant to slip.

She didn’t move.

She didn’t tighten her hold, didn’t pull away.

Just waited.

Felt the warmth of his skin under ther fingers, the pulse thrumming against her palm.

And then, so softly, she almost didn’t hear it.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

Not angry.

Not accusatory.

Just… lost.

Like he truly didn’t understand.

His breath was unsteady beneath her hand. His body so still, like he was waiting for something—waiting for her next move, waiting to see if she would push or pull away.

Then, in the smallest voice, barely a whisper—

"I’m sorry."

She stilled.

He closed his eyes, as if ashamed of himself for saying it. As if it was something he had no right to say.

Slowly, she moved. Slid her hand away. Straightened up.

She stepped around his chair, coming to stand in front of him. And it was madness—utter madness—that now, somehow, the roles had reversed.

Because he looked small like this.

She was the one standing. He was the one seated, his hands curled into fists against his thighs, as if he was fighting something within himself.

And there it was. A single tear, slipping down the side of his face before he wiped it away so harshly it was like he wanted to erase the evidence entirely.

"I’m sorry," he said again, his voice breaking. "For everything. For taking you. For-” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "For using your weakness against you."

Her chest tightened.

"You can leave."

She stared at him.

The words hung in the air, heavy and unbelievable.

For a moment, she almost laughed. Like hell it was that simple.

Instead, she asked, “Do you want me to leave, Charles?”

His eyes snapped up to hers. Wide. Full of something she couldn’t name.

And then—he shook his head.

Not slowly. Not hesitantly.

So quickly it was like the thought of it alone was unbearable.

She exhaled, a slow, measured breath, but inside her pulse was racing.

Charles sat there, hands gripping the arms of his chair as though he was bracing for something. His whole body was tense, like a violin string pulled too tight.

She could walk out right now.

The door was somewhere beyond the library, beyond the darkened corridors of the mansion. The thought flickered through her mind—freedom.

But she stayed.

And the longer she stood there, the more she felt the weight of his confession sinking into her skin.

"You don’t want me to leave.” It wasn’t a question.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. His voice was quiet, raw. “No.”

She lowered herself to her knees in front of him. His breath hitched.

She wasn’t sure why she did it—maybe to test him, maybe to test herself.

He didn’t move away, but he looked at her as if she was something he didn’t know how to touch without breaking.

"Why?" she asked, softer this time.

He pressed his lips together. A muscle in his jaw twitched. He looked at her like she was setting him on fire.

"Because if you leave," he whispered, "I don’t think I’ll survive it."

The words hit her like a blow to the ribs.

Her fingers curled against the fabric of his trousers, just barely. A touch so light it could have been accidental. But he reacted like it was everything.

His hands clenched harder against the chair. His breath shuddered.

She tilted her head. “Charles.”

His name from her lips made him close his eyes, like he couldn't bear the sound of it.

Something dangerous twisted in her chest. Something she wasn’t ready to name.

So she reached out—slow, deliberate—and placed her hand over his.

His fingers uncurled, just slightly.

He didn’t pull away.

She could feel the tremor in his hand beneath hers, the way his fingers twitched like he was fighting the instinct to close up, to retreat into himself. He was looking at her like he was waiting for something—rejection, maybe, or disgust.

And then it clicked.

She remembered what she’d read.

People with anxious attachment disorder slip into moods where they don’t think they’re enough. They spiral into a certainty that they are unwanted, unloved, unworthy.

She knew what it felt like.

She knew it too well.

She had spent years battling those same intrusive thoughts, clawing her way out of that black hole. Except she had medication to dull the sharpest edges of it. She had therapy to teach her how to wade through it without drowning.

But for him—

He must have been feeling it tenfold.

The way he had whispered, I don’t think I’ll survive it.

She studied him now, his lips parted just slightly like he wanted to say something but couldn’t bring himself to. His eyes glistened under the dim light of the library, locked onto her in a silent plea.

She let her fingers slide, slow and deliberate, over the back of his hand.

"You think I'm going to leave, don’t you?" she said quietly.

He tensed. He didn't answer.

She didn’t need him to.

"That's why you're like this," she continued, watching him carefully. "You think it’s inevitable. That no matter what you do, it’s only a matter of time before I walk away."

His breath hitched. He looked away, jaw tightening.

She exhaled softly. "I read about it. About—" she hesitated, "about your attachment disorder."

His head snapped back to her so fast she saw the flicker of fear in his eyes before he masked it. The fear she saw when he noticed what book she was reading earlier.

"Why?" he asked hoarsely.

"I was curious," she admitted, this time she didn’t lie.

He swallowed hard, his gaze darting between her eyes, searching, as if trying to work out whether he should be angry or terrified or relieved.

She pressed on.

"You think if I get too close, you’ll scare me off. And if I keep my distance, it’ll mean I’ve already started slipping away."

His chest rose and fell in uneven breaths.

"You put all these walls up, Charles," she murmured. "But the second I get past them, you panic and start pushing me away yourself."

Silence stretched between them.

Then—so quietly she almost missed it—

"I don’t mean to."

His voice was thick, weighted with something he could barely keep inside.

She tilted her head. "Then why do you?"

He looked at her, and for the first time, he looked utterly lost.

next part coming soon…

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