#don't ask me how many gifs i made i'm not gonna expose myself like that but there's SO MUCH CONTENT OF THIS

[starcatching]

seonghwa + specs 👓

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

when the clock strikes 12

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

❣ AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE ❣

Summary : while awaiting for the new year countdown, Eddie had an idea to blow your mind

Word Count : it's for the mini fics section soooo lengthwise? probably solid

Warnings : 18+ (MDNI)SMUT‼️Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, slight alcohol consumption, reader and Eddie are both (20), slight somnophilia 🫠, aftercare, no use of y/n, reader is slowly waking up and Eddie asks for permission and if you're still uncomfortable with that please don't continue to read, that's just it really

What to Expect : SMUT and FLUFF, Eddie being a silly goose, set in modern era (of course, there's still a touch of 80's in there), UPSIDE DOWN & VECNA DON'T EXIST IN THIS!

Note To Reader : GIF for this because I'm missed seeing him moving on my fics lmao, also the divider is made by me hehe- I'm literally exposing myself out here, please forgive for my salacious thoughts 🙏🏻 (if you know me in real life? no- you don't 😃)

Author Note : I know I've been long gone for a while but I'm trying my best to post new fics as much as I can! there has been a lot of happenings with my life especially we're having a lot of events like family reunion 🫠 (but it's so much fun tho ngl)

The preparation for new year's is going so well

So well, that you haven't realized how tired you really are

You're so productive that you've used too much of energy on yourself for working to prepare for the party

You wanted this to be perfect

You want everything to be settled in according to your plan

Eddie knows that you're always so "serious" when it comes to decoration and especially when there's an occasion

He loves you for it though, you just don't throw parties

You throw the greatest parties all the time and you never missed

All of your friends are in there, Steve, Robin, Jonathan, Nancy, Argyle and the freaking kids that you always adored so much

You looked around at everyone in the room

Jeff and Gareth are bantering at each other with some album, Dustin and Lucas fight over which 80's fantasy film is the best, Steve, Robin and Eddie surprisingly getting along with the same pop music artist, you could see the three of them geeking at each other

Max and Jane do makeover at each other which aches your heart of seeing them so close to each other, it's really so sweet to have a real girl bestfriend like that

"I'm gonna refill your glass" Nancy pasts over to you snatching the glass on your hand so swiftly that it makes you snap out of your head

You slowly trying to register what just happened and you smile finally

"More wine? really?" You say as you watch her fill your glass with wine

"Uh, yeah?" she replies with a dramatical jerk to her head as you chuckle

"But it's only 9pm!" you exclaim with wide eyes but a fond smile on your lips

"are you saying that we should only be drinking when the clock finally strikes 12?!?" she says while she fills her cup, she takes glances at you and back to her glass

"Ah- yes, that! exactly!" you point to her using your index finger as you holding your glass of wine

You could already feel yourself getting drowsy a little bit from the wine

Red wine will always make you feel sleepy

You don't even know if it's the alcohol or you just really need to doze off for a minute before you could scream at the top of your lungs for 2024

You don't even know how many glasses that you already take

"Did we just finished the whole bottle?" You feel the world is spinning on you

Nancy, your bestfriend- raises the bottle in front of you as she snorts at your disapproval look

"Kinda?" she says slurring as she smirks at you

"What do you mean? Kinda?!"

"Hey- woah!"

Jonathan passes by and bless him for his instincts because Nancy would've been knocked her head on the counter as she starts stumbling from her stance, he catches her on time

Nancy giggled as you rolled your eyes in annoyance, massaging your forehead

He saw the look from your face as he chuckles

"She got too far again, huh?"

"Yeah, she always does, Jonathan, nothing's new" you reply as you also can't walk properly

"Wait- don't move- should I call-"

Before Jonathan can finish his words, the voice of your boyfriend booms out of nowhere while Argyle tails behind him, looking at you and Nancy

"Sweetheart- how you've-"

Eddie clocked the wine bottle from Nancy hand

"Did you dr-"

"Don't even try it, Ed's" you placed your palm over his mouth as you stumble forward, he immediately wraps his arms around you as you started pressing all of your weight against his chest making the male laugh as he gently hold the back of your head

"Y'all getting drunk already? It's not even 12am yet" Argyle with his iconic tone, you seriously have no idea which one of his voice is normal

You've never heard him talk in normal voice before so you're used to him having that voice that sounds so freaking high as fuck

But, he's a good bud tho, so hilarious

"Blame her, not me! Eddie tell them!" You defend yourself as you put your chin onto his chest as you look at him with a pout on your lips, he smiles as he ruffles his face against yours making your face scrunch up from his action, he laughs again

"What's with all of the commotion?" Steve arrives with hands on his hips

"The two got their selves drunk again" Jonathan points to you and to his girl

"As if that's new" Robin appears in the corner with her arms crossed leaning against the side of the wall

Steve chortles "Wait- you got hustled by Nancy again?"

You groaned from Steve's teasing "yeah, I always fail to see that, thanks" you say

"I told you, you shouldn't brought the wine here, you moron!" Robin uncrosses her arms finally figuring out where the wine misplaced her eyes widen when she saw Nancy holding it, she snatches it making her bite a laugh as Jonathan also connecting the dots at the scene

He pressed his lips together to not burst from laughter

Argyle watches both of his friends having a fit of unnecessary argument

"I think I need to grab a popcorn for this" he leaves abruptly as he looked at your kitchen cabinets and came back munching in a bag of popcorn, very entertained at the scene

"I-I don't know how she got it!"

"Did you hide it properly!?"

"Look- Robs-"

Robin clicks her tongue as she asks "Nancy, how did you get the wine bottle?!"

She turns around with a lopsided smile as Jonathan steadys her

"I just saw it hanging around but-"

"But?"

"I think Steve" she points at him as she chuckles making the boy winces as he finally remembered of what he's done

"Forgotten about it that he left it out there, soooo" she giggles again making Robin grumble as she raises both of her eyebrows at Steve

"Oh- come on!" Steve runs his fingers through his hair as he decides to turn back leaving all of you

"Hey! don't you walk out on me! I paid for that expensive shit-" Robin follows him as she starts pointing everything on him

Argyle, Jonathan, Nancy and Eddie all laughing at the scene while meanwhile you, Eddie could hear you chuckle a bit but you made a little hum

He draws back his attention at you, he looks down at you

"I think I need to doze off for a minute" you say to him with your sleepy eyes

He smiles as he kisses the top of your head he put his arms around you "Yeah, sure"

Eddie says to Jonathan and the rest that you and him will be out for a while, they all nod and said "Don't be late for the countdown"

Your boyfriend leads you to your bedroom as you throw yourself at your bed as he closes the door walking towards you, you lay behind your back as you stretch your whole body, Eddie chuckles at your tipsy behavior

"I love my bed"

"Yeah, you always do"

"Uh huh"

He snickers "Okay, honey, are you well? are you sober?" He leans down at you

"Eddie- you know the alcohol hits harder at Nancy right?"

"I'm just checking you know to see if my girl's alright" he shrugs as he put his hands inside of his pockets

"I'm very much, okay, eds- I'm sssleepy" you yawn as you feel your eyes dropping until it shuts completely

He chuckles as he shakes his head he leans down as he kisses your forehead you smile at the gesture as it makes you even heavier to fall asleep

Eddie watches you sleep as he stands over at the window

The neighborhood outside is quite a watch, everyone is having fun, everyone is having a blast

The music outside is dull but he can hear all of his friends laughter and the screams of excitement from them

He shifts from where he standing as he tears off his eyes from the outside of your window and goes back at you

You turned on the other side, so you're now facing him as you snuggle against your pillow

Eddie smiles to himself, he feels so good having you in his life

He walks towards you as he moves the fallen hair strand on your face

His eyes softens as he sats down beside you

You stirred up from the movement on the bed as you try to open your eyes, you smiled when you realized it's Eddie

You pulled him closer beside you as he lets you take him laying down with you

He put his other arm over you as you cuddled against his chest almost hugging him in the process

You feel more cozier and even more sleepier than before

The moment you move your leg over to his

Your skirt rise up exposing more bare skin to him, his breath hitches at the sight of it

He looks down at you, he double thinked- maybe- it's a bad idea to do this but he wants you so badly right now

He shouldn't even be thinking that you will get mad because hell-

You trust him

So.....

He starts sinking down beside you, you moved slightly as he continues to do his work

He plants hot kisses over your neck when finds your sweet spot- you hum lightly

He's now on top of you, holding your hips, he's positioning you laying on your back, your head is on the side, still sleeping peacefully

He goes over to your chest, you're wearing tube top with a zipper in front, so he has a access to your bare chest, he kisses more and more

Your body couldn't even register what's going on

You felt hot and cold all over because of the midnight's weather and from your body heating up from the tension that your boyfriend is giving you

You feel him going lower and lower but you can still feel your eyes tired

He watches your soft heaves from chest rising up and down, his eyes darkened when he puts his hand inside of your skirt, he slowly reaches at the hem of your panties

He licks his lips, your skin feels on fire because of his fingertips, your stir from your sleep once again but still not opening your eyes

He doves onto your lips, kissing you, and you hummed as you lazily kissed him back

"May I?"

You move your head onto the other side, you catch a glimpse of the clock, it says 11:20pm

"Ed's, we might get late-" even though, you want him to do it

"Please"

You're not even opening your eyes yet but you can see his pleading eyes being directed at you

"Yes, Eddie, you can have me, take it all" you sank down further making Eddie groaned when his fingers touched your center, it's drenched

He hook his fingers on your underwear along with your skirt discarded on the floor

You shudder at the cool air as Eddie positioning himself comfortably

He smears kisses on the inside of your thighs as he goes closer and closer to your core

You moved your head on the other way as you try to close your legs when you can't help but feel the arousal that's coming in

But he places his palms on the sides of your legs spreading you open as you can feel of your insides burning from his touch

His hands are everywhere, when the moment he swiped his fingers at your core, you released lewd noises as your breathing goes quicker

He licked his finger cleaning it off with his tongue, he grins down at you

He holds your hips as he leans down

"Ed-"

Before you can finish your sentence, he doves down lapping at your juices as you gasp from his sudden action

His eyes are glued to you as he continues to do his work, watching your once peaceful slumber turns into pleasure

He devours you so satisfying that it's making you close your legs, he smirks as you can feel his tongue go lower inside, you mewled

He holds you tightly as you grip on the sheets, he sucked more and more of you until your can feel your legs shake

You can feel his hand reaching on the hem of your top, you slightly open your eyes as you find the zipper as you pull it down

He grunts when he saw your breasts that he worships everyday, you loved the way he admires your body

You're now naked so divinely displayed for him

His free hand kneads your boobs as you moaned, he dives back down as he starts to bully your clit

You can feel your body tremble from the sensation forming up in your stomach

You reached for his hair as you pull it making his eyes grow hungrier and eats you like man starved for days

"Oh- Eddie-"

He carries the back your butt as his tongue digs deeper earning a squeal from you when he reaches the spot that you didn't know it existed

Your eyes are heavy-lidded, you try to watch him but you can't when your brain can't place your emotions whether is melatonin or oxytocin

you're not sure at this point but hella you feel so fucking amazing right now

He abruptly stops and when he does, you finally open your eyes

"Wha- what- don't stop!" You whine

"What about the countdown?" His lips are covered with your slick and his saliva altogether not caring a single shit that it's literally dripping down on his chin

You gasp at it as you moaned, he chuckles darkly, you know what he's doing he's teasing you

"Do you know that you're frickin' beautiful without even trying?" He goes at his usual antics as you beg for him to come back down

"Eddie, please!"

"Not until you see stars"

"What-"

Before you can utter another word, he goes back in but this time he places your legs over his shoulders another spectacular angle making you shiver from his touches yet again

He grips your legs, thighs, arms, your belly, he squeezes your boobs and it's literally fucking everywhere

One thing, you know it's for certain that you really would unashamedly come from his simple touches

He pokes his tongue down on you but when he curled it, you chant his name like a prayer, you have the ability to scream his name without being caught in action inside of the room because of the loud noises from the people and the music

Your eyes burn from the threatening tears but Eddie is not having it, he wanted you to fall apart completely for him

You moaning louder and louder when he swipes his tongue on your entrance when he puts your legs down on the bed

"You're still not seeing it, I see"

"D-Don't stop- please"

He opens your legs again as he resume to his mission, he tongue fucks you as he digs in and out, you squirm at it as he starts picking up the pace as you let out a ragged breath

Goddamn, he is killing you right now, you can already die right then and there heavenly

Your mouth falls open without noise coming out of them as you yank his hair, he growls as you couldn't believe that he could reach every spot inside of you

You arched your back as you start grinding against his face, his eyes flashes devilishly mischief as he didn't stop this time

He laps once more until you cry out his name

You jolted when the fireworks exploded booming the entire neighborhood

You come on his tongue as the same time the fireworks started

Your legs are spent, you feel boneless but a sickly smile is now sitting on your lips

He let you get back on earth for a while as he cleans you up, he dresses you up not leaving single skin left behind without his kisses

"You saw it, huh?" He grins like a devil that he is but you love him, he holds the door open for you letting you first outside

You saw all of your friends jumping on to the music and celebrated very happily

"I did" you admit ignoring the rosy tint on your cheeks "and it was much more better"

"Than?" He throws his arms around your shoulders

"The fireworks" you smile as he chuckles as he kisses the top of your head as he squeezes you to his side

[suckerforcate]

Saw you're taking requests!

Can I request Larisa Weems x f!reader where reader lost a bet and have to do a dare where they have to do a sexy dance in front of Larissa and of course Larisa kinda enjoyed it yet pretends to be mad by it so having them to come to her office later on when in fact Larissa will 'punish' her!

Punishment

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 2120

Warning: NSFW, 18+, fingering, nipple play, cunnilingus, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, mistress kink (?)

A/n: So I really hope you like it, I feel like I'm not that good at writing this kind of smut. I do really like the beginning though! <3

"Yeah, I know. I lost, how many times do you want to say that?" You playfully slapped Aden's arm.

Aden was your favourite colleague and probably a friend by now. The only problem was, that you knew he could be ruthless, and you'd lost a bet against him.

"Well, have you already thought about the dare you're gonna punish me with?" Aden's eyes lit up and a devilish smirk appeared. You knew this look, you were in deep shit.

"I've thought, it's time for you to act on that little crush of yours." He was talking about Larissa, your boss. Actually you had sworn yourself to specifically not act on that crush, because, well, she was your boss.

"You're going to visit the Principle and do a sexy dance in front of her, best on her lap." Your eyes widened before you hid your face in your hands. This was a disaster, you thought he wanted you to flirt a bit, ask her out. Anything, but not this.

"Aden, you are unbelievable. I'm gonna get myself fired."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic. She'll love it." He winked at you and gently pushed you toward the door. You turned around and looked at him, shocked.

"You want me to do it now? I'm not prepared, at all!" He huffed and just pushed you more.

"You don't need to prepare, just use your innate charm." He followed you and waited outside the office. Of course, he wanted to know how it went immediately. He didn't mind waiting.

With shaking hands, you knocked, and it felt like your heart beat out of your chest as Larissa called you in. With even shakier legs you entered. Your breath hitched as you saw Larissa. She looked as beautiful as ever and smiled kindly as she saw you enter.

"(Y/n), how can I help you?" You slowly approached, walking around the desk until you stood in front of her. Her eyes never leaving you.

"I'm really sorry, Principle. I've lost a bet against Aden." Larissa looked quite confused, as she didn't understand what you were apologising for. She didn't know, until you started dancing.

Slowly you moved your hips, eyes never leaving hers. Your hands roaming up and down your hips and waist, you tucked the emerald green blouse you were wearing out of your pants and started unbuttoning the blouse a little at the top. Just so much that you were still covered, but that Larissa could see enough.

Larissa's face had changed from utterly confused to a mix of anger and amusement in seconds. She couldn't deny that your actions did arouse her. She felt her fingers twitch, wanting to touch you and expose more flesh. But she kept her self-control and didn't move a bit.

While still swinging your hips you took a few steps forward to be closer to Larissa. She just couldn't keep her hands anymore, she put them on your waist and slowly guided your movements. As sexy as possible you crawled onto her lap a leg on each side of her. Your face incredibly close to hers. Larissa leaned forward a bit, her mouth right next to your ear. You had to support yourself somehow, or you would have caved in, your hand landing on her chest. She had wanted to say something, but your hand placement made the words get stuck in her throat. The self-controlled woman she is, in mere seconds she had found her voice again. It came out husky and deep, controlling and a little angry even.

"I think I need to punish you, for being such a bratty little girl, don't you think so?" You eagerly nodded, maybe a bit too eager.

"Come to my room this evening, and you'll get what you deserve. Now leave, before I'll lose it." She planted a gentle but hungry kiss on your exposed shoulder, a little foretaste of what would come later.

You stood up and left, feeling her eyes on you the whole time. Outside the office, Aden looked at you expectantly. Smirking as her saw your opened blouse.

"Not one word." You said, leaving for your room, knees still pudding. You couldn't believe what had just happened and the thought of this evening made you shiver with anticipation.

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Standing in front of Larissa's room you felt your knees nearly cave in. The day had been torture, concentrating on work, knowing what would happen in the evening. You hadn't finished half the work you wanted.

After a few second Larissa opened the door, she was still in her normal clothes. Even though she had taken the coat off, leaving her with a white silk blouse and her skirt. You didn't move, just staring at her. She was way too beautiful to be real.

"I'm flattered (Y/n), but that won't get you anywhere today." She took your wrist and pulled you in, you stood right in the middle Larissa's living room, but couldn't get a good look as she dragged you to her bedroom. She had a king-sized bed, with a big wooden headboard, graced with golden ornaments.

The sheets were cream, and you counted at least six pillows.

"Be a good girl and sit down on the bed." You obeyed, ready to do anything this woman asked of you. You saw her walking over to a drawer, getting some things. Though you couldn’t see them as she put them down on a chair out of your view.

Her voice was demanding and yet gentle. You knew you had the control, if you said stop, she would stop.

"Take of your clothes, not your underwear. That I'll do myself." She smirked at you while bluntly staring at you undress. Your blouse as well as the pants landed on the floor, and you kicked it out of the way. Larissa approached you, hands on your hips and pushed you down onto the bed. She hoovered above you and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"You've been a very bad girl, haven't you? You need to be taught a lesson." You nodded into her shoulder, as you felt her hand slowly wander down your stomach into your panties. Your whole body twitched at the contact of her cold fingers between your folds. She ran through them a few times before taking her hand out and licking her fingers.

"Your so wet already, is that all for me?"

"Yes, mistress." She chuckled at that.

"I like that, keep being such a good girl, and maybe I'll reward you in the end." You felt your centre throb more with every word she said. The effect this woman had on you was crazy.

She lowered her face and liked your nipples a few times before taking them in her mouth. You moaned at her hungry sucking and licking. She used her other hand to caress your other breast. Right as you were about to moan again she bit down on your nipple, lightly but enough for you to scream out at the sudden pain.

"Remember, this is punishment. Don't enjoy yourself too much." She looked at you, stern look on her face. But you could see raw, unfiltered lust in her eyes.

With a swift motion she released you of your panties. She stood up and went to the chair coming back with handcuffs and silk rope in hand. You got exited just seeing this. The sweet angel that Larissa actually is, her face and voice became kind again.

"Are you okay with me tying you up, (Y/n)?" Her face showed you, that she'd never actually hurt you, so you nodded.

"Yes, do it." So she did, with gentle touches she cuffed your hands to the headboard and your feet to the footboard. Regularly checking in on you, asking if nothing was too tight and if you were still feeling alright. After she was finished and sure of your well-being, she turned dominant and commanding again.

She sat down between your spread out legs and lightly stroked over your clit a few times, already making you a moaning mess under her. To your disappointment she stopped before it got too good. But all was forgiven as you saw her lean down, ready to eat you out. The second her tongue touched your clit, you let out a groan. You had never felt anything comparable to this feeling. She liked up and down your folds, tasting you as good as she could.

"You taste divine, Darling." You nearly moaned again, just because of the let name. You knew your first orgasm would come fast, as you were already absolutely worked up for her. She teased your entrance a bit with her tongue and then rubbed your clot with the tip of her tongue. Always touching you in some way, but never giving you real release. This was punishment after all.

Still, just the teasing brought you near the edge, ready to come. She felt that, she heard your moans getting louder and your legs twitching. Your hip thrusting forward to get any sort of friction or release. So right before you could come, she stopped.

"Ah, Mistress, please... I need to come!"

"But you won't." With that she stood up and went to grab something. As she turned around, your eyes widened. She held a massive vibrator in her hand. She approached you and pushed the vibrator into you. Just that made you moan out in pure pleasure. She started the vibrator, on a low level, to torture you even further.

"You will not come. Hold it in until I tell you otherwise." You wanted to say something, but she shushed you with a hungry kiss. Placing kisses on your neck down to your shoulder and finally on your breasts, liking and sucking on them, she made it even harder to hold the orgasm back. You clenched your jaw but couldn't hold the screams in. Larissa stopped caressing you and stood up. Slowly, torturously slow, she started to undress. You just couldn't keep your eyes off her body. The vibrator inside of you working you up more and more, eliciting moan after moan. It got harder and harder to not come, her show in front of you not making it easier.

As she was fully undressed, she crawled onto the bed and carefully climbed on top your face, a leg on each side of your face. She lowered herself until your mouth touched her nearly dripping centre. As you started licking her pussy she leaned forward and pulled the vibrator out of you, eliciting yet another moan from you. Carefully she touched your clit with the tip of the vibrator, your hips buckled underneath the touch, your tongue never stopping to pleasure her. She turned up the level of the vibrator.

"Oh god, (Y/n). Just like that, and don't you dare come." She was a moaning mess above you and quite honestly you had never seen anything hotter in your life. All while being eaten out, Larissa took the vibrator away from your throbbing clit and placed it on it again. Repeating this again and again, denying you the much-needed release through an orgasm.

"Ah, more, I'm close." She groaned your name and held the vibrator down onto your clit again, with more pressure this time. It was nearly unbearable.

"(Y/n) I'm coming, I want you to come at the same time as me." Larissa's moans grew loader and deeper, and you felt her thighs clench together around your face. She came and finally you got release too. With a scream you came, never had you felt an orgasm so intense. But Larissa didn't take the vibrator away. She climbed off of you and placed herself between your thighs again.

"Mistress, please. I'm too sensitive." Inserting a finger into you and pumping it in and out slowly, she looked at you.

"You can do it, come on. Just one more orgasm for your Mistress. Scream for me." And you did, at first it felt sore and uneasy but after just a few seconds the pleasure took over.

She applied even more pressure with the vibrator and thrust her fingers in and out of you faster. You moaned and screamed her name in pure ecstasy.

"Oh, Larissa. Mistress I'm coming."

"Yes, come on my fingers." With a last scream of her name you came. Completely exhausted you smiled at Larissa. She immediately turned into an angel again. Uncuffing you and cleaning you up. She neatly tucked you into bed and lay down beside you.

"I hope, I wasn't too harsh, love." She looked at you, concern in her eyes.

"No, it's fine. I promise." With that you fell asleep in her arms.

[babyflorencee]

Cigarettes

Timothée Chalamet x fem!Reader

An unwanted, yet all so familiar scent filled the room as I tossed and turned in bed, waking up, but not being able to go back to sleep. I turned to my side, not really expecting, but rather hoping that I would see my husband, Timothée, but he wasn't there. I looked around the room until I saw a bare back sitting in the corner, hunched over a desk. Yesterday he talked about some paperwork he needed to do, so I'm assuming he's finishing that up.

He had a cigarette; or, as I liked to call it, a cancer in between his lips. As he inhales, moving it away for a moment, exhaling, as the smoke leaves his mouth in numerous, perfectly formed rings.

The room quickly starts to feel stuffy, as if the walls were caving in on me. I walked over to the window that was to the side of our bedroom, feeling as if I could suffocate at any given moment. I quickly opened the window, taking a long, deep breath as I bathed in the fresh air. Thinking to myself about how I will never take nature for granted anymore. I let the cold air slowly consume the room, sighing with relief as the cigarette smell already started to fade.

The winter breeze hits my exposed legs, as I just now realized I was only in my underwear and one of Timothée's old white button ups. "Morning," he mumbles, not glancing up from his paper, taking another breath of his fake air.

I start heading towards our bathroom, a cough escaping my mouth as I splash cold water in my face, hoping to help relive the throbbing pain in my upper head. But to my dismay, it only made it worse. My head starting to pound from the smoke. The throbbing sensation, now taking a hold of my entire face, as I let out a whimper, wondering to myself why he puts me through this kind of pain every morning.

I exited the bathroom, dizzily walking over to Tim's desk, "Could you either take that elsewhere or put it out already? It's fucking hard to breathe in here!" I said rather harshly. I never meant to sound rude, but using a tone was the only efficient way to make him listen. 

He takes a glance over at me for a second, shock written all over his face. But none the less he listened. He held up one hand in defence while the other put the cigarette out. "Sorry, love," he said with a sigh, running his hands through his brown-colored hair.

I rolled my eyes at him before walking over to the window once again. I heard him getting up from his seat, feeling his toned arms wrapping around my waist not even a second later, bringing instant warmth to my body. He bent down slightly so he could nuzzle his head into my neck, causing me to cringe at the coldness of his nose. He began planting small kisses from my shoulder, all the way to the top of my neck, causing me to shrug him off. "Are you ever gonna quit?" I asked slightly hesitantly, needing to confront him about his issue but at the same time not wanting him to be mad at me.

I could see his shocked face from the reflection of the window. "Stop what?" he asked, now putting on a confused face.

I let out a tired sigh, turning around to face him, "Oh, come on, Timothée Hal, don't be an idiot right now." I snapped at him, crossing my arms.

"Love, I have no idea what you're talking about," he calmly said, only making me more upset with him.

"Like you don't know. You always smell like cigarettes, and I'm tired of having to ruin my own lungs for your unhealthy habits." I said, not looking him in the eyes.

"Come on, it's not that bad," he said, obviously irritated that I brought the subject up.

"It is 6 in the damn morning, Timothée, and you've already smoked enough today to make this whole fucking room suffocate me!" I scoffed, tearing up slightly.

"How many have you had today? Three, five, six, nine!" I yelled. 

"I've had three, it's not that bad," he snapped, starting to walk away from me.

"Oh, it's not that bad? Well, my mistake for thinking having three cigarettes at six in the damn morning is concerning. I don't know why you're acting as if I'm some kind of idiot. I know that you always have at least two full packs on you at all times. But yeah, my fucking bad for worrying about my husband." I said, following close behind him as tears started to form in my eyes, clouding up my vision.

"Okay, I fucking get it!" He yelled, slamming his hands down on a table, causing me to gasp.

"But you don't! We have had this conversation countless other times and you give me the same answer every single fucking time! You say you'll try to quit and that you would do anything for me, but it doesn't mean shit right now, and quit frankly I'm fucking terrified that it won't ever! Why can't you see how much this is affecting me, affecting you?" I screamed back, my heart breaking at the sight of him tensing up as all signs of anger clears from his face.

"Listen, I get it. It's fun for now, but I can't sit back in silence anymore as I watch you slowly kill yourself. I love you way too much for that." I said, my voice breaking as tears were now fully rolling down my cheeks.

He reached his hand up to my face, lightly wiping the tears away, before pressing a kiss on both of my cheeks "I love you too, but it's not that easy to quit, you know," he said, both of his hands now cupping my face as he placed numerous kisses to the side of my head.

"I know baby, but have you even tried?"

"Yes." He mumbled, now looking down.

I rolled my eyes, "whatever then. I'm leaving until you get your problem sorted out." I said, pushing him off of me as I started to walk away, but before I could even take two steps, I feel him grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards him, into a hug.

"Please don't go, baby, I'm so sorry. I promise I'll stop. Just please don't go." He said, pressing sloppy kisses all around my face. 

"Don't make promises you can't keep."

"I will, y/n please, just don't go. I love you so much." He said, holding onto me as if he were about to fall to his death. 

I brought my hand up to his hair, slightly tugging on the roots of it, placing a small peck on his forehead. After a while, I loosened out of his grip, walking over to the jacket hook, where his cigarettes lied. "So you wouldn't care if I threw these away?" I questioned, holding up three packs of cigarettes, one almost empty but two of them not even opened yet.

He stared at me for a while, taking a deep breath, before taking the packs from my hand, quickly walking over to the restroom before emptying them into the toilet, flushing them quickly, and disregarding the packaging in the trash. Causing the biggest smile to form on my face.

"Give me one second, there's more," he said, walking over to his desk, opening the drawer up and pulling out one more pack, doing the same to that pack as he did to the last three.

He turned to face me, pulling me into another hug. "I love you so much," he said, kissing all over my face, causing me to laugh. 

"I know baby." I said, jokingly, laughing at his scrunched up face. 

"I can always buy more cigarettes." He said with a straight face, trying his best to hold in a laugh.

 "I love you too, Timothée Hal." I said, pushing his head down a little by his hair, forcing him to kiss me. 

[justbabyme]

I posted 6,787 times in 2022

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I tagged 1,906 of my posts in 2022

#grabby hands - 87 posts

#yes! - 17 posts

#sigh... - 14 posts

#aesthetic-y - 13 posts

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#oh... - 7 posts

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#my plots will frequently get stuck in long delay because the characters just have to have this conversation or do this cute thing together!

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hey I saw your tags on the "what do you do outside of tumblr" and I was wondering if you have any tips about getting involved in a field like that. Mostly for the same reasons as you I assume--I have many hobbies that I want to pursue outside of a job and I find repetitive, mundane work strangely satisfying. Thanks!

Oh! Um, I've never really thought about it - admin work normally isn't too hard to find, most companies will always need someone to file things and sort the spreadsheets! I guess taking classes on admin stuff is always a good idea, most companies need you to know how to use the Microsoft packages - word, excel, that sort of thing - and it looks good on your CV/resume! Other than that, most job websites will have a list of positions that are near you, you don't want to spend too much time on travel!

Thanks for the ask, I hope you find something good!

2 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

#4

I was tagged by @mrslittletall! Thanks for the tag!

Whats your top 5 songs right now?

I'll have to restrict myself otherwise this would be all Amelie songs because new obsession go brrrrr, but I can at least add the one I go back to most often!

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3 notes - Posted April 6, 2022

#3

I was tagged by @mrslittletall. Thank you!

Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and post the first 10 songs from it.

I don't really listen to playlists, but I'll use the one I made for my mum since I listen to it too sometimes!

1: The Phantom Of The Opera - Original London Cast Recording (starting out with a VERY specific theatre one, thanks playlist...)

2: Candy - Robbie Williams

3: Man! I Feel Like A Woman - Shania Twain (this song is a bop, fight me!)

4: Up - Olly Murs ft Demi Lovato

5: Shake It Off - Taylor Swift

6: Walking On Sunshine - Katrina And The Waves

7: Call Me Maybe - Carly Rae Jepson

8: Love Really Hurts Without You - Billy Ocean

9: Last Friday Night - Katy Perry

10: Domino - Jessie J

Welp, now that I'm done thoroughly exposing my HORRIFIC taste in music, I'll tag the usuals - @nsfwitchy, @chocolate-otaku and @scrumptiouslyholypatrol! Have fun!

4 notes - Posted August 19, 2022

#2

New PFP, same me!

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My #1 post of 2022

OK, I cannot believe I actually have to say this, but I'm gonna put this out as an official warning:

If you're a TERF, I will block you. I check my follower notifications, and if your blog is full of anti-trans rhetoric, I'm going to quietly hit that block button. Anyone else, I really don't care what's on your blog - kink/fetish blogs are fine, don't panic, I have my own sideblog for that and you're fine to follow here. But if you're a TERF and you try to follow me, don't be shocked if you suddenly can't see my blog anymore. That's all.

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[helloalycia]

body swap [three] // wanda maximoff

summary: when you find yourself spending time with Wanda as Kate, you can't help but want to find out more about how she feels about you.

warning/s: none i don't think??

author's note: part 3 is here! i keep forgetting that this doesn’t update itself so sorry for taking a little longer than usual 😭😂

one / two / four / masterlist / wattpad

After a week of being on bed rest, Kate was finally let out of the infirmary, though she still wasn't able to do much, including training and missions, which annoyed her but was a relief to me since it meant less chances of trouble.

Instead, she helped me come up with a way to tell Clint that I wanted to hold off on the archery training for the rest of the month and instead give hand to hand combat training more work with Natasha. That was easy to set up, since Nat loved me, so 'I' was able to talk her into giving 'Kate' some personal training. Clint and Nat were both okay with it, so that made one thing easier in my life.

"You better make me look good in front of Natasha," Kate was saying after we told Clint the new plan. "She's the Black Widow. I can't be caught slacking."

I chuckled as I peeled my orange in the kitchen. "I know, don't worry. I'm good at making impressions. She's gonna love training you, and when we're back to normal, you're gonna be in Nat's good graces.”

Kate grinned. "Hell yeah."

I rolled my eyes, hiding my smile, and began to eat my orange as she told me about her obsession with Natasha's fighting style. I'd like to say I was listening, but my attention was stolen by Wanda who was stood by the dining table, talking to Bruce about something or the other.

She looked good today, I wouldn't lie, wearing a tight vest top and some joggers that accentuated her curves in all the right places. Her red hair was pulled back into a ponytail, exposing her sharp jaw line and pursed lips as she listened intently to whatever Bruce was blabbing on about, and I found myself biting my lip as I subtly checked her out.

Suddenly, I was slapped on the arm harshly and I jumped at the contact, snapping out of my daze.

"Dude!" Kate exclaimed with a look of disgust. "Quit it!"

When I saw myself looking back at me, I remembered who and where I was and straightened up.

"Shit, sorry, Kate," I said quietly so nobody could hear. "My bad."

She still looked horrified as she stole my orange from hand. "Yeah it's your bad!"

I snuck a final glance at Wanda, feeling a pinch in my chest, before following Kate out of the kitchen.

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When I was working out in the gym one day, I didn't expect Wanda to approach me and ask if I wanted to spar with her. And then I remembered she was asking Kate and not me, so I agreed for Kate's sake because she'd been mithering me constantly about building a friendship with Wanda for her.

"You've got powers," I said to Wanda when we got into our positions on the mats. "You're not gonna, like, use them on me, right?"

She chuckled at my expression. "C'mon, Kate, I'm not mean. It's a no powers gym anyway. I was actually hoping you could teach me a thing or two. Clint says you're a martial arts professional. I'm barely average without my powers, so I thought you'd take it easy on me."

"Right..." I licked my lips nervously. "I guess I can do that."

She smiled playfully before making the first move. Thankfully, hand to hand combat was a strength of mine, so mirroring Kate's abilities in this department wasn't difficult. I'd sparred with Wanda many times, so it was easy to anticipate her moves. She was probably the most powerful Avenger of everyone, including the other powered Avengers, but she wasn't wrong about her combat skills needing work, and I managed to land her on her back quite quickly.

"Shoot, sorry," I said when she hit the mat with a thud, feeling bad when her face scrunched with discomfort. "You okay?"

She sighed before smiling reassuringly. "I'm fine. It's part of the job."

I held out my hand for her and she accepted it, letting me pull her up carefully.

"You're seriously good," she said, before quickly adding, "Not to sound so surprised, of course. You wouldn't be here if you weren't! I just– it's a shame we haven't worked together as much. Maybe that should change. Especially with how you handled our last mission together."

I wasn't sure what to say even though I knew this would probably make the real Kate pass out from excitement, so I simply smiled in response.

We continued to spar with one another, keeping each other on our toes and putting up a good fight before deciding to take a quick water break. I spotted myself AKA Kate when we did, so I approached her with my water bottle to see how she was doing. She couldn't exactly work out because of her injury, so I wondered what she wanted.

"Did I just see me and Wanda Maximoff sparring together?" she asked with excitement when I stopped before her.

I smiled with amusement. "Yes, you did. She asked and I knew you'd kill me if I said no."

She squealed, shoving me with enthusiasm, before catching herself and calming down instantly. I raised an eyebrow at her self control, impressed.

"So, how's it going with Wanda and you?" she asked considerately.

"Alright I think... she actually manages to talk to me without glaring which is always nice."

"That's because you're me and not you," she reminded me, bursting my bubble.

"Right," I said with a sigh. "How's things going for you?"

She shrugged, before a smile appeared on her lips. "I was talking to Natasha earlier and we actually had a cool chat about a mission she did not long ago. It was awesome. And she's actually pretty funny when she wants to be."

"Yeah, she tends to reserve her jokes for her friends," I said with a stifled smile, "hence why you've never heard any of them."

Realising what I was insinuating, Kate nudged me in the arm harshly. "Arsehole."

I laughed at her pout. "Okay, I should get back. Remember not to overwork yourself, yeah? Take it easy."

"And remember to make me look cool in front of Wanda," she replied, and I rolled my eyes playfully.

We went our separate ways and I returned to Wanda on the mats. She smiled at me when she spotted me, before her eyes drifted over my shoulder and she grew distracted. Her smile faded as she focused on whatever was behind me, so I stepped in front of her line of sight.

"You alright, Wanda?" I asked, and she snapped back into reality, blinking.

"Huh? Yeah. Sorry. Let's continue."

I quirked a brow, glancing over my shoulder to see Kate talking to someone by the gym doors, and realised she was staring at her, or rather me.

"Why don't you go and say hi?" I encouraged Wanda, meeting her gaze.

She considered it, to my surprise, but shook her head. "No, it's alright."

As she took another sip of her water and put the bottle to the side, I asked, "Are you just going to never speak to her again?"

She frowned slightly at my words. "I don't know, Kate."

It was wrong of me to say, but I couldn't help it. "It looks like you miss her."

Her jaw tensed, but she didn't snap like I thought she would. "It doesn't matter. Forget that. Let's just train, yeah?"

I hoped that meant she did because I missed her, too. So much. And all I wanted to do was tell her that.

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Just when I thought I could keep my distance from Wanda like I should have been doing since the start, I was invited to go out for food and bowling with her and Clint as Kate. I tried to decline, but Clint was insistent that I deserved the break and needed to take time to unwind as well as work, so I had no choice but to attend.

Kate was jealous that she couldn't actually go, which was why she forced me to be enthusiastic when I went, so for her, I made the effort to enjoy being there like she would have.

It started off fun, to my surprise. I saw a different side to Clint, since he was closer with Kate than he was to me, and I also saw a side of Wanda that she hadn't showed me personally since we broke up. Pretending to be Kate made it easier to get lost in the moment and enjoy my time with the other two Avengers.

And just like that, my fun was cut to a halt when Clint got a call during our third bowling match.

"I'm sorry, guys, but I'm gonna have to miss the rest of this get-together," he said once his call ended. "Family emergency."

My eyes widened at the thought of being left alone with Wanda, but Clint didn't notice as Wanda was looking to him with concern.

"Is everything okay? Is it serious?" she asked thoughtfully.

"Oh, yeah, nothing too serious, but I gotta help out Laura," he said with a reassuring smile, before looking to me, too. "Have fun, Kate, yeah? You deserve it."

I nodded slowly, watching him wave goodbye to us both before leaving. Wanda looked to me with a smile, oblivious to the panic I was feeling.

"Looks like it's just us," she said. "How about we finish up this game then get some food? I'm starving."

I smiled nervously. "Sounds good to me."

Her smile widened and she moved past me to have her go since it was her turn next. I closed my eyes briefly, praying to God that this would go smoothly, before turning around to pretend to be Kate.

To my surprise, it didn't go terribly, and bowling with her wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. She was making light conversation about some stuff from work, asking about how I was doing with training, and I could pretend that I wasn't secretly pining over her for a moment.

"You know, I thought you were supposed to be good at bowling," she said after I had another go, and she looked like she was trying not to laugh. "Hand eye coordination and all that?"

"Hey! I'm actually trying here!" I defended with an amused smile.

She chuckled and went to have her go, getting a strike instantly. I rolled my eyes playfully when she walked past me with a proud smile, before taking my go. I was never good at bowling and I didn't find it enjoyable because of that reason, but I felt the need to impress Wanda. So, I took a deep breath and swung the ball, only to scrunch my face up when it went into the lane next to us and knocked over their pins.

"Shit," I mumbled, before looking to the group beside us. "Sorry! Sorry!"

They waved it off, but my face was heating up as I went back to grab another ball. Wanda was laughing at my dismay, eyes squinted and smile wide. She looked stunning, but I had to remind myself who I was right now.

"That was an accident," I told her knowingly, before going in for another go.

Thankfully I didn't miss this time, and knocked my pins down in both goes before returning to Wanda.

"You're almost as bad as Y/N," she commented with a nostalgic smile. "Probably just as bad."

I smiled nervously. "Yeah, it's amazing how friends can pass on traits, huh?"

She didn't seem to pick up on my words as she grabbed a ball. "Come on, I'll show you how it's done."

Not having a choice, I joined her side and expected to just be watching her demonstrate how to make a good throw, but she placed the ball in my hands instead. I forgot how to breathe when her hands wrapped around mine and she took a step behind me. It was all friendly in her eyes, of course, but I was freaking out, naturally.

"Okay, you're gonna pull it back like this," she narrated as she moved the ball back with me, "and then throw it like this!"

Together, we threw the ball and she stepped back to see if I'd made the throw successfully. I was barely paying attention as I was too busy hoping she couldn't hear my racing heartbeat or see how nervous she made me. She smelt so good.

Fuck, no. I was Kate, not me. I couldn't think that.

...but God, she did.

"Hey, you got a strike, Kate!" she exclaimed joyfully, patting me on the back. "See? It's not so hard."

It was hard to avoid her contagious happiness, and I was soon smiling at her sparkling eyes and matching smile. So freakin' beautiful.

We finished our game shortly after that before grabbing some food at the diner in the bowling alley. As we were tucking into our burgers, Wanda sighed contently and looked to me with a smile.

"This has been really fun," she said sweetly. "Just what I needed lately."

I quirked a brow. "What d'you mean?"

She shook her head. "Nothing. I just meant it's been nice to hang out with you outside of work. First time for everything, right?"

Noticing she definitely had something more to say, I set my burger down and gave her a knowing look. "Wanda, c'mon. You can talk to me."

She distracted herself with her food, thinking momentarily, before sighing and meeting my gaze. "It's been hard lately. Without Y/N."

"Right..."

"You were right when you said I missed her," she admitted, referring to our brief conversation during training the other day. "I do."

My heart began to ache when she said that; I didn't think she cared anymore.

"I'm sorry," I said softly.

She shook her head, eyes falling to her burger. "It's not your fault. It's just annoying. I'm trying to move on, but she just keeps haunting me at the back of my mind."

I frowned, seeing the conflicted expression on her face and only imagining how she must be feeling. Without thinking, I rested a hand on hers on the table and squeezed it gently.

"I'm here if you wanna talk about it," I told her, hating that she was conflicted because of me.

She smiled a little, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Thanks, Kate, but you were Y/N's friend first."

"And I'm your teammate, too," I reminded her. "I'm here for you just as much as I am with her."

She rested her other hand on mine, squeezing it in response, before letting go. I lowered my hand and watched as she nodded gratefully.

"I'll get over it eventually," she said, and I wondered if she was trying to convince herself or me. "Right now, everything is just reminding me of Y/N, so it's hard."

"Like bowling."

"Yeah..."

I sighed regretfully. "Maybe bowling was the wrong choice of plans for tonight. Still too soon to be reminded of your first date."

"Exactly," she agreed sadly, before blinking and looking up. "Wait, how d'you know that bowling was our first date?"

Fuck.

"Oh, er," I racked my brain for an excuse, "Y/N told me once. Said she took you to a bowling alley."

She hummed, nodding in confirmation, and I breathed out with relief at my quick thinking. I couldn't let that happen again or she'd definitely suspect something.

"You know, Y/N still talks about you," I said. "Like with the date for example. And basically anytime it's relevant."

She glanced up at me with what I think was hopefulness. "Really?"

"Yeah," I said, before a smile crept on my lips. "She tries to pretend she doesn't like you, too."

Wanda gave me a disapproving look, though a smile ghosted her lips. "Very funny."

My smile widened. "I'm just being honest, Wanda. Calling it how I see it."

She rolled her eyes, but her smile became more prominent, and I'd never seen such a perfect sight.

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I'd like to think that as time went on, Kate and I became pros at being one another, and that nobody suspected a thing, but that was far from the truth.

Anytime Kate would do something out of the ordinary as me, I'd get given a look that was something along the lines of did she wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?

And I wasn't any better to be honest. The amount of times I failed to react in a Kate-timely fashion to certain things that happened, such as being allowed to help Tony out with one of his new suits or sitting in on one of Steve's meetings with a charity who we sponsored, was too common. Those weren't out-of-the-ordinary situations for me, but Kate Bishop was still new to the team, and pretending to be excited about said stuff was painfully difficult.

The only person who thought to question it however, was Wanda. And that was probably only because she knew me too well and definitely noticed a difference in how I was acting compared to usual, or cared enough to say something.

I was heading out with a book and my water bottle when Wanda found me in the hallway, falling into step with me.

"Oh, hey, Wanda, what's up?" I asked, before taking a sip of my water.

"Hey... this is random, but do you think Y/N is acting strange lately?"

I almost choked on my water as I widened my eyes. "Erm, what? What do you mean?"

She glanced at me with a distracted gaze. "I don't know, she's just being different, don't you think?"

I tried to remain calm as I answered, "How do you mean?"

Playing with the ends of her hair as we walked, she said, "Well, for one, she doesn't usually wake up so early in the mornings. She's not a morning person at all. Yet lately, she's always the first one in the gym. And I don't even know why because she can't work out properly because of her shoulder."

I cursed out Kate in my mind, wondering why she was ever a morning person in the first place. And also, why did she still insist on doing some sort of exercise when she was injured? Kiss up.

"Maybe she just wants to change things up," I suggested, hoping it was reasonable enough for Wanda to agree with, but she shook her head with uncertainty.

Her eyes showed her determination to find out the truth as she looked to me. "I dated the girl for four and a half years, Kate. She would never just suddenly decide to be a morning person."

I broke our eye contact for fear she could read right through my lies, and cleared my throat. "It's not a big deal, Wanda. I reckon you're just overthinking it."

Ah, yes, the good old gaslighting technique. How polite.

"It's just strange," she said, chewing on her lip. "Like the other day, I overheard her talking to Sam about some trend on TikTok or whatever the app is. I didn't even know Y/N knew what TikTok was."

I laughed nervously whilst mentally killing Kate in my head. "She doesn't live under a rock, Wanda, give her some credit. And I've definitely shown her TikToks in the past."

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Maybe she's just different now..."

I glanced at her, seeing the frown on her lips, and wanted nothing more than to kiss it off her. "You could talk to her. She might not be as different as you think."

Wanda shook her head slightly. "I don't know."

"You don't have to, but she might just want to talk to you, too," I said carefully, trying to read her expression, but she was doing pretty good at hiding what she was thinking.

"I should go," she finally said, avoiding answering, before giving me a small smile. "Catch you later, Kate."

"See you later," I said halfheartedly, eyes following her as she turned to leave.

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My words to Wanda must have made some difference, more than I realised, because Kate approached me barely two days later with a suspicious grin.

"What is it?" I asked, hoping she hadn't done something that would get us in trouble.

She nudged me eagerly. "Guess."

I rolled my eyes. "Kate." She was adamant that I guessed, so I sighed dramatically and said, "Okay, did you book a holiday?" She shook her head. "Did you steal Sam's falcon wings?" Clearly not, since she shook her head again, so I said, "Did you realise how annoying you are and decide to leave me alone?"

"You're very bitter to say that your ex-girlfriend just talked to you for the first time properly."

It took a second for me to realise what she said, but when I did, I looked to her and realised why she smiling suspiciously.

"Wait, what? Wanda spoke to me? When? Where? Why? What did she say?!"

Kate laughed at my eagerness. "I feel bad now. It wasn't actually a conversation. She just said good morning to me when she made her coffee."

My smile grew wide at the thought. "She did? That was it?"

"That was it."

I rested my hands on her arm, pleading with my eyes. "And what did you say?"

Kate quirked a brow with amusement. "I said it back?"

I grinned. "You said it back."

"She smiled, too, if that makes a difference."

"She smiled, too," I repeated with a lovesick grin.

Kate chuckled. "I thought you'd wanna know. This means she's talking to you again, right? Congrats, I guess."

I hugged Kate tightly. "Thanks, Kate. This is huge."

"Anytime, idiot."

Wanda was talking to me again, and that was the first step.

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It was hard to think about anything other than Wanda as the month went on. Now that I knew that she wasn't entirely ignoring my existence anymore, all I wanted to do was make the same effort back, and it was infuriating that I couldn't because Kate was in my body.

I wanted to tell Kate to try and show more interest in Wanda, but she was as awkward as they came and I couldn't blame her since I was in love with Wanda and she was in awe of her – two very different things. So, I just had to make do as was, which meant treating her as Kate would and trying very hard not to go beyond that threshold. It was hard though – I missed her so much.

The communal area was rarely used unless several of us finished a mission at the same time, so the TV was always free and I preferred the couch over my bed. Planning to spend the evening there, I grabbed some snacks from Kate's snack drawer and went over. Only, to my surprise and initial disappointment, somebody was already there.

Before I could turn and leave, the person poked their head around the TV at the sound of me coming in, and I realised it was Wanda.

"Oh, hey, Kate," she said when she saw me, smiling.

"Hey, Wanda," I said with a small smile. "Sorry, didn't mean to disturb."

"You didn't," she assured me, before nodding to my hands. "Are those snacks I see?" I looked down, remembering I was holding food, and looked up to see her trying not to laugh. "You were planning on sharing, right?"

"I guess I am," I said playfully with a sigh, and her smile widened as she moved over on the couch to make room for me. "Chocolate or gummy worms?"

"Surprise me."

I jumped on the couch beside her and gave her the chocolate before digging into the packet of gummy worms.

"So, what are you watching?" I asked, glancing at the TV and vaguely recognising the show from something she'd watched before.

"Bewitched," she said between bites of chocolate. "I can change it though if you want to watch something else."

I shook my head, leaning on the armrest and trying to make out the episode. "No, it's fine... this is the one where that guy is a frog, right? He's trying to get Tabatha to turn him back into a frog?"

It was ringing a bell as the episode played on, since it was something Wanda had forced me to binge watch with her several times when we were together. She always loved the old American sitcoms and so I had to love them, too, but I didn't mind because it was adorable watching her explain the plot.

"You've seen this before?" Wanda asked, raising an eyebrow with disbelief. "I would have thought this was before your time. Like waaaaaaay before your time."

Suddenly feeling nervous under her stare, I bought myself some time by chewing on my gummy worm before saying, "My grandmother used to watch this show when I visited her as a kid. I guess I recognised it from that."

"Huh." She accepted it and nodded, looking back to the screen. "Well, I used to watch this all the time as a kid, too. And then it just stuck with me. Y/N was nice enough to buy me the box set when she caught me watching it on TV, back when I first joined the Avengers."

I smiled to myself at the memory, remembering the exact moment she started to let me in when she first joined. It was the only way I could get her to notice me, and then I learned she was just homesick and the shows helped.

"Hopefully you settled in better than I did," Wanda continued jokingly, and I realised she was talking about Kate, not me.

"Yeah, everyone was super nice when I came here," I said, clearing my throat. "Clint is the perfect mentor. A dream, really."

She hummed in agreement, before tilting her head to study me. "So, you're already from New York, right? That's what I heard." I nodded, and she continued, "So this mustn't have been much of a difference for you. Moving to the compound."

"Not really, except for the living with the Avengers bit."

She smiled at my joke. "So, didn't you have friends or anyone you left back home? Family? Girlfriend?"

I tried to use everything I knew about Kate to answer, hoping it sounded genuine. "There was an issue with my mum and she's now in prison, and my father died when I was a kid. Back in the Battle of New York..."

"I'm sorry," Wanda said with a sympathetic frown. "I know how hard that is. Losing family."

I nodded awkwardly, unable to meet her gaze. "It's okay... but yeah. Nobody else. I still keep in touch with some friends from university, but I've got friends here, haven't I? And then, no girlfriends or anything."

"That's surprising," she said with amusement, and I glanced up to see she was hiding a smile. "Y/N always said you were a flirt. Or tried to be anyway."

I refrained from laughing because that was exactly what I'd told Wanda when Kate had first joined us. It was a mere observation, since Kate thought she was so cool and could get any girl she wanted, when that was in fact the opposite of the truth. I knew because that was how I was. But at least I knew it.

"Yeah, she's not wrong," I said, deciding to give Kate a little bit of a reality check. "Every time I think I'm getting somewhere with a girl, it goes down the drain because I'm apparently not as smooth as I think I am."

Wanda laughed quietly, shaking her head. "Hey, it's okay, you're still young, you've got plenty of time to perfect the flirting. If it's any consolation, I'm not too good in that department either."

"You don't have to be though," I said without thinking. "I mean, look at you."

Even in the dimly lit room, I made out the pink dusting her cheeks and thought she looked adorable when she didn't know how to accept compliments.

"That's sweet of you to say," she said with a bashful smile.

"Girls look at you once and that's it," I continued lightheartedly, but I meant every word. "You give them one glance and they're hooked."

And it wasn't a lie, because that's exactly what she did to me.

"Maybe you're not so bad at flirting as you think," she said jokingly, "but try keeping it professional, yeah?"

I bit my lip to contain my smile. Wanda was so easily flustered, it was adorable.

"Y/N isn't very good at flirting either," I said, pushing it just a little but wanting to know more.

"No, she's not," she agreed with a sigh, smile fading into a grimace.

"So, how did she land someone like you?" I asked, watching her curiously.

She looked down at the chocolate in her hand, lips pursed as she thought of her response.

"We were friends first," she said softly, a small nostalgic smile appearing on her lips. "She didn't need to flirt. She just... had to be herself."

One of life's biggest mysteries – how I managed to land someone like Wanda Maximoff. It never made sense to me, even when we were together, because she was everything I wasn't, and I wasn't as smooth at picking up girls like others could be. Her liking me back was just me getting lucky.

"And that was enough?" I asked, unable to look away.

She nodded slowly. "It was. She was thoughtful and considerate, and she made me feel at home when I definitely didn't. She was there for me, always, even when I didn't know I needed her..." A soft sigh escaped her lips, her smile twitching. "And then I just started to fall for her. Everything about her. Her smile, her terrible jokes, her cute attempt at learning Sokovian for me."

My heart ached as she spoke of me with a bittersweet tone, especially because I was sure she didn't like those things about me anymore.

"That sounds sweet," I said weakly.

"Yeah, it does, doesn't it?" she said sadly, lips curving into a frown.

I should have left it there, ended the conversation or changed the topic, but I couldn't help it. I needed to know if there was ever a second chance on the cards.

"Would you ever consider giving it another go?" I asked hesitantly. "You were together for a long time. It seems a shame to throw all of that away."

She glanced at me with suspicion. "You're very pro-relationship."

I straightened up in my seat. "I, er–"

"Is Y/N making you talk to me?" she asked. "Is that what this is?"

I shook my head a little too quickly. "No, Wanda! That's not– I'm just looking out for my friend."

She hummed, lips pressed together and eyes studying me curiously before looking away with defeat.

"I just thought that you both seem miserable without one another," I said, careful not to go too far. "Four and a half years is a long time."

"Well, unfortunately, not all relationships are meant to last," she said bitterly, before crossing her legs and leaning back into the couch.

"But you both clearly still care about each other," I pointed out.

Her eyes found mine questioningly. "Did Y/N say that?"

"Not explicitly," I said, and regretted it because she sighed and looked away again, "but it's very obvious, Wanda."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. It's too late for all of that."

"She's always telling me how she should have acted better," I said, unable to stop myself from pouring out my heart to her, because I didn't want to lose my chance, not when she was so close to me. "How she should have been more mature and listened to you more."

Wanda chuckled bitterly. "Funny how she realises that now."

"It's better late than never," I said, trying to hide the desperation in my voice.

"It doesn't matter anymore," she snapped, before closing her eyes and exhaling slowly. Glancing at me apologetically, she said in a softer tone, "It's best not to get in the middle of it, Kate."

She looked fed up, eyes tired and lips stuck in a permanent frown with the mention of me. When she looked away, I was beginning to lose the little hope I had left of making things right, and I hated myself for it.

"She really messed up, didn't she?" I muttered.

Wanda sighed quietly. "It doesn't matter."

But it did, and we both knew it.

Where had it all gone wrong between us? At what point had I fucked it all up and let my own stubbornness be our demise?

"You've been talking to her lately," I said, looking down at my gummy worms, losing my appetite. "That's nice to see."

"I'm just trying to move forward, Kate," she said tiredly. "I can't exactly avoid her forever."

I hoped that wasn't the only reason she'd been making more of an effort with me. And I wished that I could be back in my own body already, so I could make even more of an effort in return.

I couldn't bear the thought of losing her for good.

[nightswithkookmin]

I'm not a jikooker because I prefer jimin with another member I ship him with..jimin is someone so affectionate and caring towards the people around him. With this jm is close to each member but somehow for some reason its always jikook who are spotted hanging out together off schedule. so many sightings from army spotting them in a restaurant and restaurants confirming this.the DVD memory 90% is jikook ofc the company favors them more that's why they film only their moments. because honestly as I ship jm with another pason I tend to always spot jikook together that it pisses me off so much.have had enaf of them together.no hate to jk but he should leave jm alone sometimes not hovering around him all the time duh!my question the latest run bts suga said "that's smth a couple would do" I mean why do they feel the need to highlight that all the time? Thats weird 😭if jikook are real and closeted isn't this exposing them?outing them just for a content lol it doesn't work that way.this is putting them at risk given they are in a homophobic country? or maybe the company wants to push this narrative of jikook as a couple?.also have mentioned about them spotted many times hanging out but we never see any other member hanging out off schedule just recently I saw jihope watching soccer. And its very rare.feel the company is pushing this fanservice even in their private lives.they want people to believe jikook are a thing.

Excuse me, you prefer Jimin with who??? 👀

If it's V or Suga or Namjoon I understand but anyone else and I'll snort����

And I agree. Jimin is ship compatible with every one including himself. Yes. If he were a twin I'd ship him with his twin too and I'm not ashamed of that.

If you can't picture them making out I can and it's hot

Honestly I don't know if I should be flattered or mad or both or neither at this Ask so I'm just gonna be as respectful as I can be.

I haven't watched the run episode. I've only seen snippets but I will watch it this weekend. I have a ton of analysis to do and I hate commenting on stuff I haven't consumed.

This is not the first time Suga has said something of that nature. He's been alleged to have said "You weren't even a couple then" during Festa when Jikook shared the rain story.

Jin has made similar statements as have Namjoon and the others. When it comes to Jikook that is. He'll jikook have called themselves a couple too.

Since I don't speak their language and can't understand the nuances of it myself, I refrain from depending on any linguistic analysis for validation. I just take notice of it and carry on with my life.

Karmy can be a bit prudish and wow at everything because it's bold and daring and so out of the norm and gosh did you hear that? that's so gay, and sensationalise almost everything because they are so shocked easily by the prospect of two men "acting gay" when gay is so such taboo in their culture.

They are like me when I stare at a vagina that isn't my own.

I've said this over and over, but perhaps the company gravitate towards Jikook not only because what they have is authentic but because it's the best content they have💀

Best in terms of content production, engagement with fans, conversion of that engagement into monetary value, their chemistry is great, they self produce or come up with independently thought of and creative spontaneous moments that the best of hybe CCs couldn't conceive if they tried.

Which is strange because Vmin have awesome chemistry too and frankly I'm trynna see it. Jimin is a whole other mellow character around Taehyung sometimes. He steps back and let Tae take it away. Whereas around Jungkook most times, he gets so animated and hyper you'd think he swallowed a dynamite.

Not sure how much of his hyper activity is triggered by a subconscious awareness of Jungkook's proclivity towards introversion on screen. Whereas with V I feel he's more trusting of his co-workers ability to engage the audience on his own and come up with exciting and unique ideas for them to engage in without him necessarily worrying about censorship and worrying Tae's nerves will cause him to slip or make mistakes.

With Jungkook he gets lost trying to loosen him up and get him to relax on screen and not be soo aware of the cameras, or not read too much into anything he does while also trying to rile him up to get a reaction out of him because he's often fascinated by Jk's visceral response and reaction to him. He acts like there's no camera around, JK it's into it but soon forgets that millions of people are watching and so Jimin has to be on high alert around him. They give me headaches but I'm toxic so I love it. Bring it on Jikook.

Anywho, that was old Vmin. And old Jikook. These days Jungkook is the one that tries to loosen JM up.

And these days VMin can't play or keep it going for more than 5minutes without boring us to death with whatever weird vibes and inside jokes they have going on between them.

Case in point

Exhibit B

Don't get me wrong, they have impeccable chemistry and are also very good friends but let them be alone for an hour and you start blinking blankly at the screen- like you know there's something they not telling us and they matured and they all acting like grown ups with so much self respect and admiration for eachother.

Like when Tae confessed he liked Jimin alot I didn't expect Jimin's reaction at all, certainly not Suga cringing cos if those two are besties and face time eachother everyday I love you should be something they both should be used to hearing from eachother by now and their friends should be used to their shenanigans too by now.

Besides Taehyung confesses his love for Jimin more than he breathes oxygen in the air and this is Bangtan raised to the power Kpop- gay isn't exactly new to them if you know what I mean.

Yet no one said well that's so something a couple will do for that VMin moment. They cringed harder than a ma cracks his knuckles. Like friends would if another friend started acting homo around the bro table. There's a scene from Boys over flowers where Lee Minho goes to kiss another one of their friends- note to self, gurl, you have to rewatch those dramas you loved it. We loved it. Cool? Cool.

That moment with vmin and Suga reminds me each time of that scene from the drama.

Where's if actual couples did it, the reaction would be one of just pure awkwardness because no one knows how to react around couples. You can't stare at them on the bus when they kiss cos you feel you are the creep creeping up on private moments. It's just awkward and you don't know what to do with yourself.

Then if they are your friends you try to play it up by teasing them, mimicking them, hooting at them

Or you just exchange awkward glances and smirk

And to put things into perspective, Namjin cringing and bursting out a romantic soundtrack over Jikook's rain fight narration was warranted.

It was the first time they were hearing this from them and their reaction was as anyone would- yet Suga didn't find that cringing AT ALL like he had found VMins moment to be- just a smirk like it's just ridiculous with those two. See how similar Jin had reacted to their hickey story too?

Hobi forgets to react at all sometimes💀

He just smiles warmly and stares or laugh his brains out. Except for that one time Jungkook let it slip he wanted to be handcuffed by Jimin🥺

And why was it necessary for Tae to say that? Why was it necessary for Tae to make that confession? And why did the members intuitively assume JM was going to choose Jungkook for that? Namjoon went with V but only because he voided his gut instincts and used his head. We've all been there.

Jimin have said Tae has matured so much and we only see glimpses of Old Tae but he's different. Of course that's gonna impact the way they interact on screen.

They keep saying that's something a couple will do because THAT'S SOMETHING A COUPLE WILL REALLY DO.

There's no beating around the bush about it.

The ironical friends sharing a couch or they look exceptionally close today does not explain why they sneak into each other's hotel rooms or why cameras were placed in their rooms without their notice and Jikook had to walk in blindsided.

Jimins reaction was priceless.

You frankly don't need to see or hear them going out to restaurants to know something's up with those two. You don't.

Anyone who claims otherwise is just in denial.

Personally, if a Korean were to ask me about Jikook I'd say to them they are friends fuck off. If an Iarmy were to ask I'll say they are more than that. I see them for what they are and I celebrate them, I appreciate them, I love them and I support them. But I will protect them against anyone that posed a threat to their safety their well-being and their essence.

It's just the gay way.

And I feel this is often the conundrum people are faced with when it comes to Jikook. On one hand, they want to be celebrated- who wouldn't -but on the other hand their safety careers and lives could be as stake and they would want to protect that too.

And the best way to do that, if I were a company, would be to hide them in plain sight. Which is what everyone and their momma does with Jikook.

Jikook have not always been the creme de la creme of ships and hybe have not always used them as their go to fanservice ship. Granted fanservice is part of Kpop.

The Busan Brothers have split. The sun and moon duo blah- jikook don't nearly get marketed as a couple as much as other ships in bts to be frank. Editors have called Tae Kook romantic or a couple with chest in content, Sope get called couples almost everyday, they deliberately put members together to promote stuff because THEY ARE ALL THERE TO WORK.

This is somebody's business. They invest real money Into all of this. If ships were hurting their business and hard earned or borrowed money, they would dead that shit two dinosaurs ago. The fact they ain't said nothing means it's serving them. We are the puppets and they are the puppeteers.

They pull the strings and we go. Not the other way round.

As to whether they are doing this at the expense of Jikook, Jikook would be the best determiners of that. They have agency and in the past where they were "too young" to comprehend the consequences of their actions they had their hyungs to look at for them- hence all those tensions and allegations of members breathing down their necks.

Bighit was acting like Kris Jenner, encouraging them to strip and gyrate metaphorically for the cameras while they smiled all the way to the bank to cash out.

But it's 2022, a year where BTS have gone up against the government of Korea itsself and decided by themselves to call off any postponement to their military service and serve.

This is the same year you want to peddle the Hybe making Jikook do fanservice in their PRIVATE LIVES???

Girl BYE. Can't take you seriously.

I won't lie you lost me there.

WERE YOU IN THE FANDOM WHEN THEY ISSUED A STATEMENT TO THE EFFECT JUNGKOOK'S PERSONAL MATTERS IS NONE OF THEIR BUSINESS DURING HIS ITAEWON SCANDAL??

What they do off schedule really is none of our business or company's. Just as you get to go off work and your boss don't follow you home. It's reasonable to assume same for these boys.

YOU DIDN'T SEE HOW THEY SAID JACK SHIT ABOUT TAE JENNIE RUMORS?

There's been so much history and so much growth and the boys have accumulated enough socioeconomic capital to be reduced to such nonsensical levels of ridicule and bad takes.

And I'm sorry but what do you mean Jungkook should back off Jimin sometimes??

THE ANSWER IS A GRAND NO.

Read my lips, NEEEEEEUUUUUUUU

They are two legal adults half way through and almost 30, who determine whom to give their time and energy to and they choose to do that with each other- Oh look, I found something. Respect. Have some. For them.

Jimin has been spending his time with various persons both in a professional capacity and non professional capacity and we should be grateful that he is a functioning human being capable of functioning outside his group dynamic.

Going solo is pretty scary and they are all transitioning well and adjusting well to it. That's all that matters. Let's be glad that in spite of their personal projects that they make time to connect with their members and keep the spirit of BTS alive.

Real heartache is them finding BTS outside BTS and forgetting how precious their friend group once was.

But I get where you are coming from. rather than try to manifest Jungkook out of the picture, try manifesting your fave into the picture and go nag them until they call him up m- don't worry I'll put them through when the call comes. Wink.

Jimin is an extrovert and honestly he is well adjusted. I don't think he needs much help connecting with ppl.

My good sis, let's just enjoy the breadcrumbs while we can, before Jikook officially ties the knot🤧

Once they do it's game over for you and I and all the jm side ships on the black ship market🥺

I wouldn't say the company want ppl to believe Jikook are a thing. They only want you to believe they aren't a big deal. It's called normalization. The oldest trick in the books.

I'm high on pain meds.

I made sense some where I hope. Deadass💀

[savorysatori]

LOVELY LITTLE ANGEL. / MIYA ATSUMU!

synopsis. — a small infatuation turned into more with the simple switch of puberty.

warnings. stepcest, mention of fear once, dacryphilla, virginity taken & virginity kink, possessiveness, step!bro atsumu, fingering.

“Angel, my darling, do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment? I won't let it go to waste.”

You had gotten older, much more mature. Wearing clothes that appear to be innocent but, to the hot-headedness of your older brother, Atsumu, they were nothing but provocative.

He observed the way you flaunted your shirt to his teammates, especially Aran. Not giving a care if your other brother, Osamu, watched shamelessly. Ranking his eyes up and down the curve of your ass and pushing away strands of hair from your neck to purposely make you blush.

It only filled him with envy.

He was the older brother after all, why weren't you giving him the attention he deserved? Atsumu was always kind ‘n caring! He was by your side when you needed him the most. Even going all the way, soothing away your wails and swallowing up the cries of, “nii-san!” with a simple kiss. Maybe the kiss wasn't a good idea.

Although, the kiss may have not been bad — It leads you to feel flustered around Atsumu, blushing and acting all shy around him. Not even making eye contact when he made those jokes, those jokes that made your knees buckle at the sound of his giggle. Your small crush simply evolving more when you saw the way he looked at you. When the swell of your breasts developed, and your features morphing into more mature-like.

Yet, you weren't the only one with a crush.

At some point, Atsumu had developed an infatuation. Way before you had hit growth spurt. He longed for you when you wore your hair in pigtails that bounced every time you roamed. It was such a pretty sight, it made his heart flutter.

From the time you first moved into his house, clutching your stuffed angel doll, and peering from behind your mother’s back, it sent a jolt up his body. He was washed over with the need to protect you, as a big brother should.

“Atsumu? W-What are you doing here so late?”

Your voice dripped of honey, so sweet yet so innocent. His eyes glanced at you, there you were, pink nightgown flowed around your waist, your hair was neatly done up in a ponytail - few strands of hair peeking from it. And that same stuffed angel clasped to your chest, almost like you were protecting it. Not wanting to let it out of your sight.

“Angel, c’mere.” his words were short, desperation hanging from the edge.

You got up and walked over to him, sleep apparent in your eyes. You gazed up at him with a slight tilt to your head. “Hm? What is it?” you'd ask, rubbing the drowsiness out of your eyes.

Atsumu’s fingers danced around the edge of your thigh, slightly lifting the hem of the dress. “Didja know.. how many times I've wanted to do this?” his fingers hoisted your dress a bit more, exposing the cotton panties tight around your bottom.

You were quick to try and push his hand away, thoughts of confusion racing through your brain. ‘Why was he doing this? ‘m confused..’

He’d pull you flush against his chest, locking the door slyly with a simple twist of his fingers. “Do you know, angel? How I held myself back when you skipped around in Osamu’s shirt?” His remarks brought a tint of pink to coat your puffy cheeks.

“W-What? Atsumu-” the sound of his name rolling off your tongue was cut short when a finger was placed against your lips, shushing you instantly.

“It’s big brother to you, angel cakes.”

You nodded obediently, of course. Submitting to him like usual, just how he wanted. You'd keep silent when the grip on your thigh was loosened, his hand lifting your chin to peer up at him more.

“Have you seen my glances at you..” His words continued to flow through your ears as he backed you up against your bed, leaning closer, “The way I look at you, hm? Or were you playin’ dumb?”

You shook your head and looked away from his intimidating eyes, turning to gaze at the floor in pure embarrassment. You didn’t know what to say — what could you say? Your step-brother was coming onto you, and you couldn't do anything.

“Aye, I'm talking to you angel,” Atsumu grumbled, tapping your cheek.

“I .. don- don’t understand.” You truly didn’t, you didn’t know where he was coming from. How did he develop a crush on you? When did he develop the crush? So many emotions ran through your brain you couldn’t comprehend them.

“Oh? Then, I’ll make you understand.”

Your back was fully pressed against your bed once more as soft lips were placed back onto yours, kissing you strongly. They were familiar, the same lips that kissed you a day ago. Atsumu’s lips. They were wet and smooth, not a crack or blemish in view. You’d push against him, a glint of fear sparkling in your eyes. ‘why was he kissing me? Doesn’t he know I’m his sister? Atsumu..’

When he did pull away from making your lips red and swollen, his hand came down to caress your soft cheek, they were plump and stained with little tears. It was cute, seeing you like this, defenseless to his grasp. He could do anything to you, anything with you, and he knew, you wouldn't tell a soul.

He started with plucking every button off your nightgown, sliding it off your body slowly while analyzing your supple breaths, chest heaving up and down with uneasiness. He made sure to eye the way he touched you, the way he toyed with the cloth of your panties, slipping them down to your ankles so, know, you were finally bare to his gaze. He could see everything of you, just what he wanted from the minute his eyes settled on you.

“Don't worry angel, ‘m gonna take good care of you, k? Just relax and let big brother do his job, do his job as your nii-san.”

When you nodded to his words, listening in on every detail and phrase he spoke, sent him over the rim. That's what did it for him — Atsumu wouldn’t waste any moment, he didn't take the time to breathe in your state. He’d glide his fingers down to your cunt, your pure pussy that was touched by no one but him, only him. And that's how it was gonna stay.

His fingers messily pumped in and out of, your fluids gushing all over your satin sheets, staining them and creating a mess all over Atusmu’s abdomen. It was like heaven. You were so sweet, so obedient, letting your older brother deflower you to his liking. It almost warmed his heart.

“hah- atsu! ah,”

The foreign feeling was so new to you, you've never felt so much scorching pleasure tear through you, it was overwhelming — too much to take in at all once. You let out a pleasurable sigh, face scrunched up. “A-Atsumu..!”

Atsumu felt an energy of power surge through him as soon as your hips started bucking against his hand, your head thrown back, and your fragile hands tugging on the sheets. It was obvious you were close, he could tell.

“My little angel gonna cum? How cute. C’mon cum all over my fingers, baby, be a good girl and do so.” his taunting word is what made you climax that second, squirting all over his fingers with your sticky cum. Your low eyes peeked up at him, talking a glimpse at his smug face.

He felt something at that moment, something good. Atsumu finally carved you into his lovely angel, marking you into someone who he can easily control with the sensation of his fingers.

It felt like heaven knowing you could no longer feel the hold of another man, knowing a much more mature man had his knuckles deep inside you every night.

[one-boring-person]

Can You Do Me A Favour?

Barney Ross (The Expendables) x reader

Warnings: injury, drinking, sexual content implied, mentions of violence, swearing

Context: the reader is a member of the Expendables and has a crush on Barney. After a job, the two have some time together.

A/N: as promised, here is some Expendables stuff! I hope anyone who reads this will enjoy it! (Just a heads up: I have more Rambo and Escape Plan stuff coming, and most likely some more TLB content, too.)

Masterlist

(I'm also going to tag @yuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh in this, because they expressed interest in Expendables stuff earlier😊💛)

The cold water is pleasant on my heated skin as I cup my hands under the steady stream flowing from the tap, splashing it into my face when a suitable pool has formed in the space. A gasp escapes me from the stark contrast in temperatures, using my fingers to rub slightly at my skin, trying to work out the headache that has set in, only to hiss when I accidentally press into one of the new scars on the side of my face. Pulling back, I repeat my action, doing my best to distract myself from the plaguing thoughts in my head, still disgusted at myself for having them.

But even now, as I massage the contours of my face, I can't get the images of my boss out of my head. Not the sight of him taking out a ring of attackers using his revolver and sharpshooting skills, not the way his exposed arm muscles flexed with each movement, not the determined look on his rugged face and certainly not the fierce eye contact he made with me when he turned around again. At the mere memory of this, a flush of heat goes through me, eyes squeezing shut to force myself to blank them out, not quite realising that his stare is branded into my subconscious. Biting my lip, I shake my head, forcing down the picture of his muscular body and large hands on my body as he dragged me from the collapsing building, not five hours ago.

Growling, I reach over and grab hold of the beer bottle nearby, glancing at my haggard features in the mirror before taking a deep drink, wincing at the stale flavour, having had the drink for far too long. I can see the tension in my body, each muscle tight and uncomfortable, my posture ramrod straight and clearly wrong, my eyes clouded with exhaustion and what I can only assume is loneliness. 

As soon as I'd gotten in from the last job, I'd headed straight into the bathroom, grabbing a beer from the fridge as I went, needing to clear my head. Nothing I did could help, my head always circling back to that one person. Frustrated, I slam the bottle on the counter top, wincing when it shatters from the force, a particularly sharp shard slicing into my palm.

Damn him. Damn Barney Ross for getting into my head.

I clean up my hand, just bandaging it up when my phone buzzes, the screen lighting up. Frowning, I look over at it, confused. Nobody calls me. Nobody, except my boss.

Picking up the phone, I groan to myself as I realise it is, in fact, Barney. For a second, I debate letting it go to voicemail, before I finally give in, accepting the call and placing the phone to my ear.

"Sir?" I greet him politely, wondering what he needs.

"How many times have I told you not to call me "sir"?" Barney's gravelly voice sounds through the phone, a low chuckle evident in his tone. I have to ignore the effect his voice has on me, the sound giving me butterflies in my stomach.

"Sorry, sir- ah, shit." I sigh at my own habit, "You alright?"

"Yeah, guess so. Just lonely. Figured you might be, too." He admits, tone going soft as he speaks.

"Bold of you to assume that." I tease, but continue, "Though you are, as always, right."

"Should tell Christmas that, might listen to you." The veteran laughs again, the joke drawing a similar reaction from me.

"We all know he listens to no one but himself." I quip back, still waiting for him to tell me why exactly he called.

"True, true." Barney's grin is almost audible, my mind instantly bringing up an image of that particular expression into my head, much to my chagrin, "You got any plans for tonight?"

Surprised, I take a second to reply, unsure of where this is going.

"No, it's too late. Ain't really got many friends outside work, anyway." I inform him, going out of the bathroom and into the lounge.

"Fancy coming over? I've got a couple of beers that need drinking, and the hangar is pretty lonely this time of night." 

His offer stumps me for a moment, though I am quick to recover, my mouth working before my mind can catch up.

"Yeah sure. I'll be over in twenty." 

"Great. See you then." He hangs up, leaving me wondering why the hell I accepted that, knowing how much I spend too much time thinking about him (in totally inappropriate ways considering he's my boss) anyway.

Annoyed at myself, I steel myself before going and grabbing a coat, pulling on that and my boots as I leave the flat, taking my motorcycle keys with me. I lock my door behind me, leaving the apartment block quickly, glad to have the fresh air on my face as I make my way over to my motorbike. Looking on it fondly, I climb on and kick out the stand, easily getting it revved up, the vibrating engine beneath me a pleasant feeling. 

Thankfully, the roads are mostly clear this time of night, cutting the twenty minute drive short by five minutes as I go at speed through the nearly deserted outer city. The hangar is usually a pain in the ass to get to, the traffic in the roads leading up to it almost always horrific, so I am only too happy to be able to go much faster now that there's not many other drivers around. With the wind rushing around me, I find that my head clears a little, my attention on navigating the roads rather than the thoughts of my boss doing things to me I'm sure he'd find grotesque in nature. 

I arrive quickly, pulling into the hangar slowly, knowing Barney is most likely in the plane, as he usually is. Stopping the bike, I put it in park before climbing off, hanging my helmet on the handlebars as I do so, taking the keys with me as I walk over to the old plane. Nearing the aircraft, I frown a little at the sight of the new bullet holes riddling the side of it, unaware that we'd taken so much damage earlier in the day. Sighing, I go inside, ducking in through the small door, only now hearing the music playing from the stereo in the cockpit.

"It's gonna need a new lick of paint." I call out to Barney, who I can see sat in his seat, the muscular man turning to look at me as he hears me.

"It's been a long time coming, so I'm not complaining." He replies, grinning at me as I walk into the cockpit, dropping into Christmas' usual seat, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach from his stare on me again. As I enter, he rakes his eyes over my body, subtly taking my every curve in from where he is.

"Fair enough." I shrug, leaning back slightly, having missed his look, "Got a beer?"

"Yeah, here." Barney hands me a bottle, opening it for me as he does so.

"Cheers." I thank him, taking a deep drink from it as he chuckles lowly, voice sending a bolt of heat through me.

"You're starting to sound like Lee." He remarks, sipping his own bottle with a smirk.

"Should I take that as a compliment? Or an insult?" 

"Up to you." He looks over at me.

"Eh, I'll take compliment. You two get along like an old married couple, after all. Must mean something if you're comparing me to him." I decide, teasing him.

Barney laughs at my comment, lifting his bottle.

"I can agree with that." He hums, staring out of the front window.

For a couple of moments, we sit in companionable silence, drinking our beers, Barney eventually lighting a cigar. Taking a deep inhale, he offers it to me, which I decline, choosing to finish my drink instead.

"What do you usually do after a job?" Barney suddenly asks, glancing back at me.

Surprised, I think over the question for a second.

"Nothing, really. I get myself cleaned up, have a drink, then get some sleep. I don't do much else with my life." I tell him, knowing how pathetic I sound.

"What, you haven't got anyone you can hang out with?" He questions, seemingly confused.

"No. As I said before, I don't really have any friends outside work."

"Really? No boyfriend? Girlfriend?"

I shake my head, grimacing at the turn in conversation, just missing the slight darkening in his eyes as he looks me over once more.

"Huh. That surprises me." 

Lifting an eyebrow, I look across at him.

"Why?"

He shrugs, making eye contact with me.

"Well, you seem like the person who wouldn't struggle to make friends. You're kind, funny, pretty. You know how to behave in the right situations, you're a good friend to have." He clarifies, seemingly unaware of the impact his words have on me, my heart throbbing as I listen to him, longing building up in me again.

"You think so?" I ask, not quite believing him.

"Yeah, I do." He frowns, looking over at me, "Why, don't you?"

I don't reply, knowing my answer well. He doesn't push it, observing me carefully, his gaze making me blush furiously.

"What'd you do to your hand?" The veteran suddenly asks, gesturing to my bandaged appendage.

"Hm? Oh, I just cut it on some glass back home." I inform him, flexing my hand a little, only to wince at the sharp spike of pain. 

Wordlessly, Barney reaches across and takes my hand in his, his touch setting off sparks through me despite the gentle nature of it. Pulling my arm closer to him, he runs his fingers lightly over my skin, the rough calluses rubbing over the palm of my hand, each stroke making it harder for me to fight off the rising need within me. Being this close to him, able to smell him in nearly every surface around me, feeling his hand on mine has sparked the feelings I've been suppressing as long as I've worked with him. 

Awkwardly, I pull away, swallowing tightly, trying to suppress the urges I'm suddenly feeling, needing to get myself together again. He doesn't stop me, his dark eyes regarding me quietly, observant as always as he seemingly considers something, his gaze sliding over me once more. After a moment, he puts out his cigar, leaning back in his seat.

"Mind doing me a favour?" The muscular man cocks his head at me, a small smirk playing at his lips.

"Er, sure? What do you need?" I agree hesitantly, knowing that expression means only one thing: he's got something up his sleeve.

"Check that control panel up there, would you? It's been giving me trouble for weeks." Barney's eyes are glittering now in the dim light, clearly up to something.

"What, now?" I frown, confused by the instruction.

"If you wouldn't mind." 

Lifting an eyebrow, I place my beer down and get to my feet, awkwardly reaching up to check the panel, which just so happens to be right above his head. I try to keep my body from leaning across him too much, but this is made difficult when I realise that the particular problem lies in the switches even further over. As I go to flick them, a pair of hands takes hold of my waist, suddenly yanking me down towards the chair.

Yelping in surprise, I feel my eyes widen as Barney pulls me down onto his lap, hands tight on my hips, pressing my back flush against his chest. His nose instantly finds my neck, the older man nudging at my skin until I tilt my head to give him access, goosebumps spreading across my skin as I try to process what the hell is happening, my brain short-circuiting with every one of his breaths. They fan out over the sensitive area, my own hitching in my throat as his scruff scratches over my skin, his lips not quite touching me yet, though I can feel their every movement. 

I try to get back up, unwillingly, only for him to loop one of his arms around my front and slip his hand under my shirt, flattening his palm on my stomach to hold me against him.

"I'm not blind, you know, (Y/n). I've seen the way you look at me, the way you behave differently when you're with me. You're not as subtle as you hope." Barney practically purrs into my skin, his smirk obvious against my neck, sending shivers down my spine as I try not to groan.

"I- I don't know what you're talking about, sir." I manage out, not quite catching the sound of anticipation that escapes me when he suddenly presses his lips against my ear, whispering into it.

"Really? I think you know very well what I'm talking about." He grins to himself, the hand on my stomach running down to ghost over the waistband of my jeans, my body tensing in his grip, "Want me to demonstrate for you?

[impala1967dwinchester]

Dean Winchester: Brandy

*Credit to the gif owner*

Pairing: Dean W. x Fem!Reader

Pov: Deans

Warnings: Drinking, drunk texting, bad dancing, having to rescue Dean, Friends to loversish, Believing in destiny kinda.

Summary: Dean spends the whole night at the bar, tryin' every bottled drink. Ends up drunk texting Y/n and being completely honest with her

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: (Based on the song Wine, Beers, Whiskey by Little Big Town)

Dean Winchester Master List

Main Master List

I sat at the bar of the old bar. It reminded me of Harvelle's. The old smell, the plaid-up men and women that I noticed came walking in through that door.

It was amazing. I was a drinker, always had been. The first drink I had with my dad, I was fifteen. A beer we shared, that should be an amazing moment for father and son, but it was ruined for the simple fact that we had no home, and my father and instructed me to take care of my younger brother.

I grew up, mostly without my father after that. He prioritizes hunting and saving people over me, and over his youngest son. Everything was always secrets. So many secrets, that it's started to become how Sam and I live.

There were certain things that I had learned from my father. How to protect, how to be anger almost all of the time, and how to handle my liquor.

So I sat at the bar, my hand around an iced cold glass of beer. I sipped and watched people. I wasn't in the mood to hook up with any. I mean yeah sure there was probably someone out there that was meant for me, but that's getting into destiny shit.

You know how bars, almost always have music playing. Well being in the good old state of Kansas, so pretty much any place you walk into is playing music more specifically country music.

It started to come through the speakers. I had already been here for what seemed like hours, I had enough beers, that I had switched to drinking something harder.

Something like a whiskey.

"My friend named Jack"

"He's got my back"

"He always seems to know right where I'm at"

Well, this is definitely a song I could get used to listening to. I don't think anybody else was listening. All having their own private conversations. The barmaid was a beautiful young lady, but even still with her crop top of a shirt and the cleavage that was burst out of her shirt.

I wasn't interested in her. Every time she'd come over. "You need anything else sweetheart." Bending halfway down to try and have me look down.

I waved her off. Maybe I should try something else. Waving her back over, I asked "Do you have something stronger?" she looked at me sideways, before saying "If it's something stronger than you want I've got you" and then she walked away.

When she returned with the rest of the bottle of Jose. A half left standing in the clear bottle. "Here's something stronger, forty percent." She said taking my empty beer bottle and empty cup that had been holding the recently downed Jack Daniels.

"My friend Jose"

"He likes to play"

"He's always up for anything I say"

I downed the rest of the bottle, not even needing the new glass she had bought for me to use. Slamming the bottle down on the countertop. She snapped her head around, our eye making contact before she grabbed something off the shelf.

"If that's the type of night you're having you should have said." She said handing me a half empty glass of crown apple. "Thanks, I can handle my liquor so no need to worry about me," I said as she left to take care of other people sitting at the bar.

I sat alone. Like I always have, it was the best way to number one people watch, but it also gave me a reason to think. Nobody trying to pull my belt out of my jean loops. No need to save someone this was my safe haven sometimes.

Alcohol was my safe haven. It's always been that way. It's always been able to understand me ten times more than Sammy. Well I mean there was always Y/n, she lived with us, but she was my friend, my best friends. There is something that she just doesn't need to know.

I took a swig, drinking down most of the bottle.

"Little bit of red, lotta bit of crown"

"Don't matter what it is"

"I'm gonna drink it down, down, down"

Was it just me or was this song getting better by the second. Maybe, It was just me. I looked around me, couples stood dancing to this song, some sat with clasped hands. And the older men sat at the bar, I was an older man sitting at bar watching like a creep.

"The wine, the beer, the whiskey"

"Are the only things that fix me"

"I'm not saying it's a problem"

"I can stop it if I wanna"

"But the wine, the beer, the whiskey"

"They always get me"

Wow, I'm started to get the idea that I can relate to this song. The lyrics are right you know. Liquor is the only thing that can fix me, calms me down and then I sleep it off. It's right the lyrics I can stop if I wanna. But do I really wanna stop?

"Here," The young lady said, handing me a made drink "Here's a gin and tonic." Walking away yet again to take care of other patrons. A gin and tonic, not a drink I was every ballses enough to try.

Taking the little green umbrella out, I took my first sip. "Shit that's actually really good," I said more to myself than anyone else. I looked up from my gin and tonic drink, looking at the glass wall.

It held so many drinks that I hadn't heard of before. Like a new drink called "Screwball", "Kingfisher". Odd brand names but they all looked like awesome drinks. But of course, there was the regular drinks, the brandy, sherry which is a wine, and Jim Beam

"My friend named Gin"

"She's got some friends"

"I'm talking Brandy, Sherry, and their brother Jim"

"Hey, so it sorta looks like we're going along with the song, so I'll grab you a shot of rum, Captain." She said pulling a tiny shot glass out and pulling the bottle off of the shelf.

She slides the small glass across the table, I caught some rum tipping out and falling over my thumb. 'I wonder what Y/n would do if she was here with me? I wonder if I would have her pushed up against the wall, kissing down her neck.'

Shaking my head; stop thinking of her that she... She doesn't think of you in the same way, you are an idiot. Taking my rum-filled shot quickly. I pulled out my phone.

'Don't do what you're about to do'

"I'll be fine," I said to myself. The room was starting to spin. Or maybe I was just spinning. 'Stop thinking about Y/n. She doesn't need to deal with your drunk ass' "Oh come on I'm not that drunk" I was still sitting at the bar, but people were starting to look at me.

>Y/n, you know I've just gotta say. YOu're beautiful.

Dots played at the bottom of my screen.

>Dean that's very nice.

Minutes pass, so I send another message.

>You know I think I'm falling.

Immediate answers came

>Falling?? What do you mean?

>Winchester? Where are you?

She asked, she only ever called me Winchester when she was pissed off, but I was too worried about telling her the truth.

>Y/n, I've spent the past forever fawning over you. I spent it, wanting, yearning for you. I guess after years of wanting you, years after having nobody in my bed. Wishing and hoping that it was you.

>Dean send me your current loca!

>We can talk more tomorrow

I was able to send her my location, she pulled up in a rather crappy car. Walking in distress, her black night shorts, a pair of slippers on, and my red and black plaid shirt on.

She came over, apologizing grabbing my arm, and wrapping it over her head. "Dean, let's go, now," she said dragging me out. "You smell so good Y/n," I said going to pet her hair. She rested me up against the side of the baby.

"Where are your keys, Dean?" She asked her voice starting to become more worrisome. "In my.." I stopped talking and just reached for her hand, shoving it into my jacket pocket. "Right here!" I said I let go of her wrist and she looked up at me.

She got me into the car, somehow. I rested my head against the back of the front seat. "I felt and heard the rumble of baby engine. "Dean, what were you doing?" I looked over at her. "I wanted a drink."

The rest of the drive was quiet, she helped me out of the car after shutting the loud engine off. The sound finally stops bouncing off the cinderblock walls. "Dean. Couch, bed, or table?" She asked.

"Couch, comfier," I said breathing in more of Y/n's scent. I've never been this close to her, for this long. she smelled like a garden of flowers and honey. she smelt of summer. She looked like summer half the time.

"Are you a god?" I blurted out. Her eyebrows creased, licking her lips. "No, Dean I'm not a god," Y/n said reaching around behind the couch and grabbing a blanket but not before untying my boots.

She tossed the blanket over my body and went to walk off. "Y/n?" I asked. "Yes, Dean." She said with a sigh. "Can you get me a water, so I can maybe explain myself?" I asked.

A pleading look on my face, the puppy dog eyes I had learned from Sam. "Fine Winchester, but you've five to explain yourself." She said stomping off into the kitchen, and back with a tall glass of ice water.

She stood next to me. "Can you sit? Please Y/n?" I begged. I sipped on the water, trying to regain any sort of control of myself. She sat crisscrossing her legs. Her exposed legs, my eyes drifted from her legs.

My eyes came back up to hers. "Start explaining Winchester, you've got four minutes." I shook my head, clasping my hands together. I cleared my throat.

"I've sat here for the past few years, wondering why everything seems weird. It's hard. y'know because that song was right in the bar. I don't want to be alone not anymore, I don't wanna watch the couple dances anymore, I wanna be one of the couples, that hold each other hands."

I said, looking at her. She broke our eye contact when she started to fidget with the bottom of my flannel. "You know that's my flannel?" I asked grabbing her hands.

"I want you, I want you in my bed. I want to drink with my girl. I want to love you because Y/n that's really the truth." I said, "I love you Y/n" We sat in silence for a few, "Y/n please say something?" Now I'm begging her, this entire night has been a fucking mess.

"What are you waiting for you dumb Winchester? Come kiss your girl." It only took a few moments for the words to click in my mind. I grabbed the back of her neck and she fell into my lap.

It wasn't like fireworks or lighting coming down. It just fit so well, it was more like finishing a puzzle, puzzle pieces just fitting together so well. A missing part of me found filled and always there for you.

"Dean? Y/n?" I heard Sam said and properly say "Nevermind." And leave. I felt Y/n's lips leave mine. Realizing that I needed air, my lungs burning but in a good way.

"That was something," I said, catching my breath. "That's was awesome!" Y/n said kissing chastely. "Did you hear Sam?" I asked her, she giggled she rolled her. "I bet he's in there going I just knew it," Y/n said. I laughed and hugged.

"My feet hurt, I think I may have blacked out and started dancing by myself," I said, flexing my socked toes. "You dancing!?" Y/n questioned, "Oh we've gotta go back to that bar and get that tape, for FBI reasons." Y/n said.

My mouth gaping open. She laughed more, and she started to have a few tears. "You know Y/n. I'll you back for that, now come on. You'll love the memory foam bed." I said, Whispering closing to Y/n's ear "It remembers you Y/n." My hand landing on her lower as we walked to my room.

Completed on: 05/12/2021

Posted on: 05/14/2021

Dean Winchester Tag List: @akshi8278 @deanswaywardgirl @hit-meup69 @fofisstilinski @doctorlilo @wonderfulworldofwinchester

[malethirsty]

Victory Starts With V & Ends In Sex - Roman Reigns

Summary: Following a much deserved victory against King Corbin & Dolph Ziggler, Roman Reigns finally capitalizes on it with you.

Warnings: M/M smut (21+), Daddy Kink, Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!)

Inspired By: https://twitter.com/malethirst/status/1196169686259363842?s=21

You had been watching SmackDown from the wings half cheering and half covering your eyes, watching Roman’s latest bout with King Corbin. You hadn’t been a fan of these recent dog food matches because instead of getting to fuck the beautiful Samoan, you had to wash the food out from him, it was fucking up with your relationship and you were desperate, however this night however was set to be different. Some type of God clearly decided to take pity on you tonight however as you soon heard Roman’s battle cry, and looking up you saw him expertly hit a spear on Corbin for the win, the guerrilla erupting into cheers as their locker room leader finally pulled out a victory, none as loud as you were, though for more than just a victory for Roman's status, it meant tonight you wouldn't be bathing Roman, but rather bathing in the glory of the Samoan, which usually meant a good, long, intense fuck. He eventually walked through the curtain, getting his congratulations from his cohort. He soon walked up to you, last in the line & whispered in your ear “Thanks for supporting me tonight baby boy, tonight you get to handle a different type of meat” he winked at you. You moved your hand to his cock, but he quickly grabbed it in a vice like way “Nuh-uh, go back to the hotel, wait for me there, this ain’t no shower fuck, you’re gonna get treated like a prince tonight.” He winked over at you and walked over to the locker room. Spurred on by his challenge, you made your way out of the guerrilla and up to the hotel. 

You picked out a silky dressing gown and draped yourself over the couch, eagerly awaiting his arrival, it had been so long since you'd gotten to experience Roman in bed, sure he was the sweet type outside of the doors and he treated you right inside of them, but no one really knew what a freak Roman was in bed, ever since you'd decided to take the step into sex, you wouldn't have been surprised if you'd hadn't already completed the entire Kuma Satra, he was as dominant in bed as he was in the squared circle, and it wouldn't be uncommon to go multiple M e rounds into the night and early morning, nothing would stop Roman until he was entirely sated sexually, and that sort of power had led you to fuck pretty much anywhere from the hotel, to his dressing room, gym, even after the show once the crowd went home, Roman laid you down in the ring and pounded you into the slats, turning you into the biggest slut imaginable as you pushed back against him, begging for more and he happily obliged. You were so lost in your thoughts rear you didn’t hear the door open and Roman come in. He saw your feet draped over the edge of the couch and made his way over to you, once you caught eyes with him, your face lit up and beamed “Hail the conquering hero Y/N." He spoke, his voice deep as if coming from the pit of his stomach and you didn't wait to be asked twice, you leapt up onto him and locked him in a kiss. Roman's tongue slid into your mouth as his hands gripped your ass, feeling up what belonged to him as he made out with you.  “Fuck” he breathed out as he broke the kiss to breathe, you took the time to run your hands over his body, his beautiful skin, Roman returning the favour by running his hands through your hair.

"Bedroom now" He growled and you untangled your legs around Roman and lowered yourself to the ground, where Roman gripped your hands and led you to the promised land. “Strip for me babe, give daddy a show.” Roman instructed, pulling off his own shirt to push you to remove the robe for him, you moved your hands to the knot and undid it slowly, keeping your eyes on your man, you slowly removed the fabric, showing off your naked form for Roman, who moaned as his reward was exposed to him, he looked down to your dick, which had been exceptionally hard since you'd drifted off into thoughts of how and when Roman had claimed you as his. He moved towards you and slid his hand hand your torso "This right here, is all mine." He pulled his pants down with his other hand, his cock flopping out, as stiff as yours yet only getting harder “See this Y/N? This is how hard you made me, I think you need to get your pretty lips round it & suck it.” You fell to your knees and obeyed his instruction, fitting as much as you could at first. “God, I’ve missed your hot mouth on my cock.” Roman breathed out in pleasure “You look so hot with my cock in your mouth, I think it would look ever better if you rolled my balls as well”. He hinted and not pausing your ministrations you moved hand down to cup them, lightly rolling them in your hand as you slurped down and up Roman's length.

Roman pulled your hair back, stretching you out as he moved in to kiss you, kissing whilst you were both fucking was powerful, like lightning striking through you, and this was no exception. After his lips parted yours, he slammed in harder making you cry out "Fuck! Roman!" "Yeah you like that, look out the window" you did just that, not noticing anything off until "You forgot to close the curtains babe." Your eyes widened, but Roman, sensing your shock, slid a hand into your hair in a soothing fashion "Don't worry baby, the neighbours should see this, you spread out, getting raw dogged by The Big Dog, looking like an obedient slut while Daddy fucks you good. Bet they'd get off to it, they'd touch themselves, wanting to be in your place, he'll even wanting you to prop yourself up on their bed do they can be as satisfied as me. Fuck them though, the only one who deserves to feel this tight ass grip their dick and cum inside you is ME." He punctuated the last word with a rougher thrust than before, his balls colliding with your ass, the slap echoing around the room. As much of a sex God as Roman was, he still had his limits and after what felt like a quarter of an hour, you noticed Roman’s stroke had started to get sloppier. Roman could sense it as well from how he gripped your neck, nails digging in "Fuck I’m gonna cum, you want Daddy’s cum all up in your hole Y/N?” You used what was left of your voice to groan out a yes. Roman & you went faster and faster, grunting, groaning and moaning until your moans filled the air from the both of you as you both came, falling onto the bed in a heap as you came down from the intense fuck. you lay there, rattled by your respective orgasms before Roman spoke “Don’t wait until I win another match babe, I can’t wait to get up in there again.” You laughed at his words “Well you don’t have to worry anymore, I think you said you wanted to make a sex tape with me" "Yeah so I can have something to jerk off to on the road." Roman said a matter factly as if ssying what the weather was "Well you’ve got me and this weekend to flim, all so we don't have to shoot all in one take, in fact, you'll be shooting more than once.” “Goddamn, I love you Y/N” Roman let out softly as you moved in and kissed him again, warming up for the second of many rounds to come.

Roman threw his head back moaning so loud that the neighbors would probably hear “Oh yeah! Such a fucking slut, you’re making me feel so damn good.” He glanced down at you, cock in mouth, balls in hand “I want to make a sex tape with you, what I'm seeing now, you being all submissive for me, God it's fucking sight!" “Fetch the camera later, it’s been so long since I got your dick, fuck me hard like I deserve.” Roman chuckled “Babe, I’d do anything for you.” He pulled you off his cock and up to his face, where he again kissed you, the taste of Roman's musk now trapped in his mouth as he again made out with you, before pulling away and turning you around roughly and shoving you onto the bed stomach first, hiking up your hips so your ass was aligned to his cock, he placed two fingers into his mouth spitting on them before he began to move down but you stopped him “You don’t need to prepare me, ever week since this Corbin mess began, I’ve been stretching myself open, hoping you would win a match & you’d fuck me roughly after.” Roman looked stunned at first, but it soon melted to a look of arousal “Had I had known that you were on the line, I would have fought harder. But no matter, I’ve got you now & I plan to make you feel real good tonight and every other fuckjng night” He slid in, the both of you moaning in pleasure. He started to move swiftly, picking up the pace “Fuck, I forgot how nice & tight you were” you arched your back, Roman gripping onto your hair as he thrusted inside on you. Yeah baby, you've been waiting for so damn long to feel my dick inside you, take it, feel how hard it is inside you, how is pulses, how it'll nut inside you, appreciate this dick.” He grunted out, a grin forming on his face as he uttered the most dirtiest things as he fucked you like only The Big Dog could “Yes sir, I love how it feels inside me, love how you fuck me, Oh God Roman!” his thrusts became deeper and harder as you complimented his stroke game, Roman flipped his hair back, a cockier look forming on his face "So fucking good for me, God I’m so lucky to have you”

[sainadazai]

When your crush is angry all the time

Ch.5

"I don't think fire's all that bad, you know"

3rd person pov

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As the sun hung high in the sky the h/t haired girl stumbled around the train station in search of a restroom. Y/n had never experienced the mundane tasks a commoner would usually persue on a daily. Things like public transit, or any transit for that matter, were an enigma to her.

So while elder men stared a little too long and young children pointed at her in recognition, she spun in circles like a lost puppy.

"Its just a fucking bathroom, should there be someone here to direct people or something! Ugh and whats with the school girl fetish, these old guy are creeps..." she mumbled to herself continuing to get more and more lost on the platform.

Meanwhile, the rest of 1-A were making their way to internships as well, Midoriya scrolled into some old guys house, Kirishima bumped into his metal replica, and Bakugou held his grump posture and nonchilauntly entered the top 3 heros agency. He was expecting to at least learn something from this guy, or gain real life experience with villains. He never anticipated being scrutinized for his personality. No shit I'm scary, Im trying to kill shitty villains not make teenage girls put a picture of me on their wall.

For the first day of this new challenged everbody seemed to be having a ridiculously mundane time. Not y/n, though. No our main character was going through it, once she made it to the restroom, she got confused by how easily the toilet paper ripped in her hand and spent 20 minutes trying to get at least one whole time out of the stubborn roll. Then, when she opened up her bag to view the new hero-suot her mother helped design...she found strings¿

She ended up having to look at an example picture and read a guide on how to put what where. It took an additional hour considering the tightness of everpiece of fabric and when she stepped out of the stall to look in the mirror, she deadpanned. How could her mother hate her this much? It was already a burden being so sexy, but this? This was crazy.

She wasnt sure weather she should take a million photos, or never leave the bathroom and cry all day. However when her phone rang, a call from Mr.Woods agency, she realized how late she already must be.

In her rush, y/n also forgot about the creeps men and was recieving many stares, that went unnoticed. Until somebody had the audacity to touch her. It was just a ghost of his finger tips on the underneath of her ass that was no doubt on full display. That would not go accepted, as a girl who had turned her past trauma into nothing but a small personality traits, she wasnt scared. Still, as a woman who absolutely idolizes herself, or so she says, no one in this train station deserved the touch of her perfect, shiny, s/c skin.

The last error that secured her terrible first day was how y/n spun around and grabbed the mans fingertips. When she took a glance at him, he was smiling as if he had acomplished something. Boy was he wrong, only coming to realized so when the y/h girl suddenly had sprouted a vine from his finger.

He watched in fear as it began to grow and wrap around him, all the while the young girl he'd never met before let out a sickening aura that couldve suffocate him then and there. The vine continued to curl up around his middle and ring finger, slowly meeting the flash of his palm.

Once the growing stopped, y/n had almost decided to let him go. A part of her new that her plan wasn't well thought through, and he could be an innocent guy that accidentally touched her.

However, aggression outwayed logic and she looked him deep in the eye.

"You like using these fingers to touch things your not supposed to?"

"N-n-"

"Shhh, dont worry, im just gonna make sure you dont go touching things that arnt yours, okay?" She made an aggresive fist with the hand not touching him and the vine squeezed in. Anyone a foot away would be able to tell, but the both of them could hear how his two fingers snapped and bent under the pressure.

With a satisfied grin at the whispering man, y/n decided he had learned his lesson. Wow look at that, and I didnt even need some manly hero to come save me. Atta girl y/n.

Little did she know that not only did her pro-hero boss come to look for her, but je also saw the whole disaster. He was not pleased to say the least.

Y/n pov

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As the tree like man sat down in his office chair across from me, all I could do was look to my feet. I didnt feel particularily had about my actions, however, I did feel bad about being late.

While it is fun to be spontanious and act like theres nothing to lose, I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to control the earth aspect of my quirk. Ill never admit it if someone asks, but sometimes the only way I can sleep at night is knowing how strong my quirk is. Knowing that they cant hurt me if I stay strong.

Still, it just seems that as I grow older, the people trying to get to be get bolder and more powerful. Some might even say...they get smarter, too. Thats a scary thought; that if I want to stay alive at all I need to be constantly improving. I am not sure if I want to stay alive or not, but Ill be damned if dying or living isnt my choice.

Feeling the need to break the silence, I began my rant on all the reasons I had come up with that justify my actions. I was planning it on the way out here.

"Look, im sorry mr.woods. I know im not very heroic and shit, but when perverts to pervert things somebody has to do something, and its not like anybody else there would have scared a glance if I didnt save myself-"

"Your wrong."

"Huh- I wasnt done. Anyways i-"

"L/n you are wrong."

"Dude im trying to-"

"There was heroes on patrol, how else did you think i found you? There were real heroes ready to protect you, if you had simply shouted people would have been alarmed of such. I dont understand kids and their need to do everything alone." He rolled his eyes behind his mask and continued to stare at me.

"Excuse me but I dont think your in a place to comment on how I react to myself being touched. He was gonna get my skin dirty and for what, two seconds of his school girl fantasy. Ew."

"Your skin....dirty?"

"Yes, he is nowhere near my standards on someone who should be allowed to touch me...not even a brush of the fingers..ugh!"

"Alright well, I cant get you in trouble because then I get in trouble...so, tell me about your quirk while we go on patrol."

His chair sqeaked against the floor as he stood up and it slid back. Then he motioned for me to follow by painting out the door.

Relieved that I didn't have to talk about all the fake reasons people aren't allowed to touch me, and that I could finally get outside so my quirk would stop suffocating me, I was quick to exit the building.

I'm not sure if its the fact that ive only been using a forth of her, but my quirks side effects have been so shitty recently. To the point that our school nurse estimsted my new rate for being inside for an extended period of time was about three hours.

I havent actually combusted in years, but I've been close and god does it hurt. My chest starts to squeeze and I can feel all the energy drain from my body, then pieces of me start to get hold and cold at the same time.

"So what really is your quirk?"

I looked up at the hero next to me as we continued on down the street of the inner City.

"How much did Aizawa tell you?"

"I-he said...she has all the right elements? And told me I'd figure it out.." He scratched the back of his head.

I smirked at that. Who knew aizawa actually listened to the words I said. I was pretty sure after the whole sulking chrollos dick thing, he would have permanently tuned me out.

"Heh, that raggedy ann bastard" I smile smugly.

"So, what does it mean?"

"Ahh, okay so, did you go to U.A?"

"Um yes kid, why?"

Then im certain je knows of my family, explaining my quirk will be easier. God, this really is my favorite part.

I reached my left hand out, knowing he was right handedly and would respond well to it and then spoke.

"Hi, nice to meet you, im y/n l/n of the elementus royal quirk family."

Once he shook my hand I did a polite curtsey, as I learned in ballet to do that instead of bowing. Its much more fun to do this at family event, where I get to wear big dresses and pretend im important...but this'll have to do.

"The-i-oh shit..." He mumbled the last part in defeat, likely just figuring out what he'd gotten himself in to.

"So, im guessing you've got ...."

"Total control, yup" I confirmed.

"And you wanna focus on earth elements, like what flowers?"

I smirk up at him allowing my aura to put an intimidating facade.

"Actually I was thing more like venus fly traps" as I said traps I let my hands clap together mimicking the plant and bit at the air with my teeth.

He stopped walking and just glanced from side to side, waiting for me to start making sense again.

Until we heard some crying in the distance.

The two of our heads shot over and were met with a strange sight. There were three young boys, looked about 8¿ and a man, hero maybe? Crouched in front of them not looking all that nice. He had spike blonde hair, red eyes, gauntlets on his wris-

"Oh my god its bakugou, look sir! Thats the hot guy I switched schools for!"

"Wha-"

"BAKUGOUUUU!! HEYYY!"

his head slowly shifted from the kids to me and it seemed to only make him more angry. Then, once again I couldn't help but bask in the pure aggression...in his eyes.

They were red, fitting for the anger thry held, but it was beautiful. It was passionate, the way he could yell for hours about god knows what because he cares. He may care about petty things, or silly things, but he always cares so much. So passionately. That I can see it in his eyes.

"Oh my, whAt is this costume deary?"best jeanist spoke from ahead of us as we approach.

"Hi sir, sorry about the skin showing, my quirk is heavily enhanced the more my pours are exposed to the natural elements, especially oxygen. If I was more covered parts of my body would begin to go completely numb. Also doesnt my body look amazing! Im a lot more in shape since you saved me last"

I blamed happily at jeanist. Though we arent neceserilly close, he is definitely a great hero and has always been someone who easily sees through my façaude. Plus his fashion sense is wonderful and I often send him pictures of my outfits. Although he doesnt respond I know he sees them and if they were bad he would be mean about it instead of ignoring it.

"Well. It definitely gives your body..access to that. And the sword?"

Ahh...the sword that I liked to carry. It was now stored in its place on my back.

"Call it a good luck charm, plus, we cant rely only on our quirks, then we are just weak people with strong powers. Rather than strong people."

I was always one to put on a show for him, as I do for lost of pro heroes. Its a lot more fun to say things like your all serious and fancy and smart sometimes. Its my little inside joke with myself, like to laugh at how easily people are awed by it.

Like how even though children were still crying bakgou was staring at me face void of emotion, completely struck at my words.

Definitely not..staring at my body that was exposed. Not eyeing the tight strap that wraps my left leg, that he doesnt know is a funcional lasso.

Noticing him, im quick to avert my attention.

"Hey bakugou~"

"Tch you really went from shitty princess to slutty princess huh?"

"You really went from telling deku you'd be number one hero, to making kids cry on the street, huh?" I challenged

I heard the crying boys laugh a little, just the age reminded me of my brother, Im sure they have nothing in common, but I havent seen any of my brothers in quite some time so I suppose a small part of me was just projecting.

I hated that they were crying, though. Ussually I dont like kids, they are stinky and gross and the main reason people have been ruining my life up til now. However, noticing these three reacting to bakugou in a way I wish emotionally available enough for, it made me feel obligated to help them. Wierd, huh.

"Hey, did that guy use his fire all scary?"

"Yeah, he was gonna kill us"

"Fires scary."

I giggled a bit, I knew fire like the back of my hand. It was the first thing I mastered as a child and the way I see bakugou use it doesnt to the element justice.

"Hm, well, I dont think so...can I show you something?"

The kid in the middle, apparently the braver of them, lifted his gaze from the concrete to meet my eyes. Just as I crouched down to my knees in front of them he nodded up at me.

I smiled at this, proud that I earned his trust for...some odd reason.

My hands formed a cup shape in front of him and I focused my ears so I could hear the blood rushing through my own brain, like waves. This was how I learned to use elements singularly: by using my internally noise to block out everything else.

I first allowed a small line of fire to dance around, now bigger than a candle wick. Then through another, and another as the boy watched carefully. Not yet impressed his face was still caustious. However I continued focusing my energy, feeling my body, the air around me, the heat of the sun, even remember the passion from bakugous crimson eyes.

I as I did so the many small flames twirled and twisted within eachother forming into a beautiful blue and orange fluctuating flower.

The boy looked into my hands mouth now agape, tears dried, fear gone. Then, again, for some reasons unbeknownst to me... I felt a sense of pride.

He tapped his friends so they would look up and I continued making my fire into different things, birds, planes, people. The kids were entranced.

I looked back to see the two pros staring at me with a certain level of pride mixer with shock. While bakugou seemed at a loss for words. God knows why this time?

"I don't think fire is all that bad you know..."

"Pft, yeah, I know kid," with that I threw my little flames above their heads and let the sparks fall down of them like shiny glitter. Then, overwhelmed with this horrible feeling in my chest. I retreatdd to my boss for the weak. Was that..happiness? Ew.