#i bet u thought you’d seen the last of me

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happy new year your fave drama queen is back 😇

[lovecla]

IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME KNOW | jack hughes.

chapter ten:

<last chapter> <epilogue>

➴ warnings: none :)

➴ word count: 1k

➴ author’s note: and finally, the last chapter of IYLM,LMK. this one’s a bit shorter but i wrote a longer epilogue for you guys :) i’ve been writing stories since i was ten years old but this is the first time i finish the entire thing and actually like it. don’t know how to thank each and every one of you for reading what i write and for appreciating it as much as i do. but thank you.

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sophiamontenegro make me yours is officially, well, yours now!!!!

every time i release something i feel extremely lucky and grateful, no matter what. today, i'm more than happy to share this part of me with you all. we've been working on this album for a whole year now and it's insane how much things can change in such a short amount of time.

i've learned a lot about myself during this whole process and it's crazy yet so rewarding. this album is a message to everyone i love and to young sophia, specially.

hope u enjoy!!!!! 💙

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morgan.grace Soph, i can’t tell you how PROUD i am. I’ve known you for almost six years now, and i pray every. Single. Day. That we have the rest of our lives together. I love you so much! Happy horny album day! 💙

sophiamontenegro morgan.grace i love u

user1 I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

user12 Jack can u fight lol

ellievlasic woaaaaaaah

njdevils sophia MONTENEGRO 💜

_quinnhughes Congrats Soph!

sophiamontenegro _quinnhughes thanks quinny!

lhughes_06 _quinnhughes sophiamontenegro Y’all coming for dinner tonight ?

_quinnhughes lhughes_06 You could’ve just texted

sophiamontenegro _quinnhughes jack and i are coming!!!

user5 sophiamontenegro yeah i bet u are

user3 I’m so in love with this album, horny sophia is my favorite sophia

user11 thats that me espresso indeed

jackhughes I wonder who inspired you to write these songs

user67 jackhughes crazy shit to say tbh

— ♡

IN the beginning of January, you started writing your sixth album. Well, you started writing it officially, with the help of your songwriters and producers, because truthfully, you’d been writing it since you and Jack started seeing each other— just some random lines here and there in your Notes app on your phone, that quickly turned into songs.

Months passed and life got extremely busy. People seemed to be very interested in your relationship with Jack, in a weird, almost comical way. Several social media managers have already contacted your team to ask for your participation in YouTube videos, interviews and TikToks, but you refused most of them.

You didn’t mind about talking about Jack or spending time with him in studios, but you knew it wasn’t his cup of tea— even if he never said anything— so you just tried to separate your love life from your career.

The New Jersey Devils failed to make the Stanley Cup Playoffs, and Jack was really upset about it, just like Luke, Nico and the rest of the team, because despite what happened back in November, they all worked really hard.

Time passed after that, and it was summer again, one year since you and Jack started seeing each other. Sometimes, sitting on the bench at his and Quinn’s summer house, you ask yourself if things weren’t moving too fast. In less than a year, your life changed in ways you never even imagined before and you didn’t know if it was scary or not.

But whenever you thought of Jack, you remembered his thick, beautiful lashes, blond hair decorating his arms and legs, blue eyes that brought the ocean to you, smile that brightened the world.

You remembered how he took care of you, how he’d listen to your songs and recommend them to people, how he’d go to your concerts whenever he had the chance, and how he was often seen wearing your merch around town whenever the two of you weren’t together. How he’d watch you perform and congratulate you every time. How he’d spontaneously post pictures of you on his Instagram account, and how he’d reply to some of your fans' comments.

You had been right all along; Jack is your forever. He’s it for you.

You feel the sweet, cold breeze hit your face and you smile, watching as Jack, Quinn and Luke played with each other inside the lake, while Hischier talked with Ellen and Jim.

“Can you believe this is our life?” You asked, quietly.

“Actually, yeah, I can,” Grace replied beside you, laughing. “The only crazy thing about this is us falling in love with hockey players. Didn’t see that coming.”

“Right,” you nodded. “I can't imagine myself with anyone else though. That’s bad,” you joked.

“I don't know if it is that bad,” she shrugged. “Jack loves you a lot. That man can’t stop staring at you even when you’re ten feet away from him.”

You laughed, turning your head back in Jack’s direction, finding those blue eyes you loved so much immediately, who was now running towards you, with his body drenched.

“No, Jack, stay away!” You yelled, getting up quickly and running away from him.

“Soph!”

You started laughing, which made you lose your pace, making it easier for Jack to wrap his wet, cold arms around your body, wetting your white dress.

“Jack, stop, you’re making me wet!”

“That’s what she said,” he whispered in your ear, picking you up and making you wrap your legs around his waist. “Hi, Soph.” He smiled.

You gave in and kissed his lips, smiling softly as he kissed you back.

“Hi, Jack Hughes.”

He put you down and turned you around, wrapping his hands around your waist and resting his chin on your head. “I think this is the happiest I’ve ever been.”

That surprised you, and you felt yourself smiling even wider. “Not when you joined the Devils? Not when I won a VMA? Not when I gave you a blowjob just this morning—”

“Okay, okay,” he laughed, kissing your cheek. “Those are all super happy moments but right now, here with you, baby… I’ll never be this happy again.”

A few years later, you’d look back at that moment and think, oh, Jack, baby, that’s just the beginning. Because he would say the same thing years later, when he kissed you at the altar, or when he held your daughter for the first time.

“I get what you mean,” you snuggled closer, ignoring the wet clothes. “I’ve been happy before. I am happy. But this… this is different.”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “So different.”

“Will I ruin the moment if I say I need to go pee?” You bit your lip.

Jack laughed out loud and picked you up again. “I love you, Sophia Montenegro.”

“I love you more, Jack Hughes,”

“Well,” he kissed your cheek. “I think that’s up for debate.”

“Well. Maybe.”

— ♡

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jackhughes lucky fella. sophiamontenegro

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morgan.grace saurrrr cuteeeee I love you guys

user83 ADOPT ME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

user86 imma start doing cocaine…

user1 i wanted to hate on them so bad but they lowkey fire asf :/

user7 soph when u hug him, remember you’re hugging my whole world…

nicohischier ❤️

user8 Ain’t no way he can handle all of that

trevorzegras user8 he can’t.

jackhughes trevorzegras fuck off

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

love me tender...or maybe not: happily ever after

pairing: cupid!Wonwoo x fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut, supernatural!AU, established relationship!AU - minors dni.

warnings: mild public indecency, impregnation kink, breeding, multiple creampies (they are WHORES), mentions of ovulation, pregnancy and kids, dirty talk, use of petnames, manhandling, oral (f rec), crying (it’s happy tears dw), marriage kink (yes you read that right), body worship, cockwarming, wonwoo is a fucking SIMP

word count: ~2.2k

summary: sometimes, fairytales do come true in real life.

Author’s note: surprise bitch i bet u thought you’d seen the last of him HAHA (okay but this is seriously the finale) - major thanks to @playmetheclassics​, @sluttyminghao, @duhnova​, @idyllic-ghost​ and @flowerwonu for proofreading (and screaming) this fic <33

p.s.: happy wonu day🥺

series taglist: @enhacolor​​ @misssugarlips​​ @flowerwonu​​ @duhnova​​ @heartkyeom​​ @junkissed​​ @himbocoups​​ @wonwussy​​ @idyllic-ghost​​​

nsfw taglist: @rosecult​​ @bibinnieposts​​ @ovai​​ @littlemisssarcastic21​​ @tinkerbell460​​ @jonghyuns-husband​ @romromthedeer​​ @y00nzin0​​ @llsiriusminorisll​​ @booyouwhore17​ @lovelyhan​ @luvv4svt​ 

​​© multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. No reposting allowed. No translations allowed without permission.

The feeling of the sea breeze gently brushes over your skin, a satisfied hum vibrating in your chest as you flip through the photo album in your hands.

Your cheeks almost hurt from constantly smiling while looking at the pictures of your wedding day - which feels like it happened just yesterday (re: it’s been a month). 

Your heart melts every time your eyes fall on the captured moments of you and Wonwoo dancing and kissing each other during the party, the black and white wedding suit making him look even more angelic than he already is. A few snorts escape from you when you notice a few pictures of Seungkwan and Dokyeom drunkenly singing their hearts out along with the music band and your nieces running around your wedding dress to play with the pearly white tulle - Every single of these moments shaped your wedding day into one of the best days of your life and you wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. 

“Basking in the sunlight, angel?” Wonwoo comes behind you and softly runs his hands over your shoulders and your arms.

“Mm-hm,” you lay against his abdomen, “Feels like I’m in heaven, to be honest.”

“Well, you are officially married to a creature made in Heaven, so you’re not far from there.” He laughs and leans down to press a chaste kiss on your lips, “Although you could spend more time with your dear husband rather than this album.” 

“Wonwoo, we’re literally 24/7 glued to each other,” you playfully roll your eyes, “If anything, we’ve barely gotten out of the room to take a walk through the island streets!”

“Can you blame me for wanting to enjoy some private time with my beautiful wife?” He kneels in front of you, hands running over your knees.

“You are so fucking horny, oh my God!” You threaten to hit Wonwoo with the wedding album, but he snatches it from your arms and puts it on the tiled floor.

"Yes I am so fucking horny because I have a fucking gorgeous woman by my side with heaven between her legs." His hands climb towards your inner thighs, but you yelp and instinctively push him away with your feet.

"Fuck!" Wonwoo yells before landing into the mini pool with a splash and you gasp, covering your mouth with your hands.

"Oh my God, Wonwoo! Are you okay?!" You get up from your seat and crouch down on the edge of the pool, when you feel a pair of strong arms pulling you into the water and you let out a shriek before falling in the pool with your husband.

"Are you crazy?!" You splash water on his face.

"That's what you get for pushing me away." Wonwoo smirks and pulls you flush to his wet body, pressing kisses all over your neck, his hands roaming your waist and your ass.

"W-Wonwoo! The clothes!" You squeal, the linen fabric of your dress clinging on your body like second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination.

"It's just water, sweetheart," he pecks your cheek, "Don't worry your pretty head about it."

He keeps pecking your cheeks, his lips inch closer to your mouth and you're certain of the direction things are about to take.

"Nonu…" you half moan when he gently pushes your bodies towards the edge of the pool, trapping you between the tiled wall and his firm body, his soaked shirt showcasing his chiseled torso.

"Perhaps you wish to continue inside, darling?" He looks at you with his signature playful glint (the one he developed after you showed him how nice it feels to actually fuck) and you grin, slipping away from his embrace to get out of the pool and stand on your own two feet.

"It would be a shame to wet the floor in the room, though," you twirl a wet strand around your finger and play with the hem of your dress, raising it just enough to reveal your lacy panties.

With one jump, Wonwoo is out of the pool and takes off his shirt and pants, not caring about being fully naked on the balcony of a private suite - where any unlucky passerby could spot him.

"You're crazy."

"You made me like this, Y/N," he slides the straps of your dress down your shoulders and the wet fabric pools around your legs, "Crazy for you and your pretty, pretty pussy." 

He picks you up in his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist, carrying you all the way to the double sized bed, gently laying you down. He leans over you, kissing his way down your body, worshipping it like the finest piece of art he has ever laid he eyes on.

"Please don't stop, angel, please!" you whimper and thread your hand into his dark brown hair, gasping when he rips your lacy thong in half to expose your heated core.

"I could never deny you when you beg so prettily for me, sweetheart." Wonwoo looks up from between your thighs and kneels once more, throwing your legs over his broad shoulders.

The moment you feel his tongue dive between your lower lips, you're a goner.

Wonwoo doesn't hesitate to get messy with his mouth when he goes down on you - his oral skills have progressed exponentially, yet he eats you out with the same eagerness and excitement as the first time.

Except he's not your boyfriend anymore, but your husband for life.

"I could perish in your pussy, baby, I really could," he moans before licking a fat stripe from your entrance to your clit, "I swear I can still taste myself on you."

The last phrase makes you clench around emptiness and it definitely doesn't go unnoticed by him. His hands are glued on your waist, occasionally flattening his palms on your stomach, a thing he has been doing a lot lately (you still have to ask him about it).

"And here I thought I was the only indecent one." Wonwoo purrs against your pussy as he makes out with your clit.

"You're s-still very much indecent, mister!" You whine as he sucks your clit with his lips.

"And you're not?"

"Not as much as y-you!"

"What's that? My wife being a dirty little liar?" He detaches his mouth, licking his lips in the lewdest way possible.

"I'm not lying!" You protest and try to push his head down, but he's much stronger than you. 

"Sweetheart…" he gives you a warning as he climbs over you and traps your wrists above your head with one hand, "You're still acting like a dirty little liar." 

"Then tell me why you think I'm a liar." You taunt him and he scoffs, biting his bottom lip.

"I know for a fact that your pretty brain shortcircuits whenever my cock stuffs your messy little pussy full with cum and all you can do is beg and beg and beg for more," Wonwoo grinds his already stiff cock on top of your clit, forcing your hips to buck upwards, "Just yesterday, you made me cum inside you at least three times - you remember that, don't you, sweetheart?"

Of course you do. How could you forget? It was literally the first thing you did after arriving at the suite.

"W-Wonwoo-"

"What is it, darling?"

"I'm ovulating."

These two words are enough to make your husband freeze on his spot yet make his cock twitch like crazy.

"Do you….wanna rephrase that?"

"For fucks sake, I want you to put a fucking baby in me!" You squeal, cheeks flushing from embarrassment.

"Is that so, darling?" He flashes an almost devilish smile before sliding his cock inside you, drawing one of the most sinful noises he has ever heard from your mouth.

"You want me to make you a mommy? Then so be it," he stands up and tilts your hips upwards, just enough to feel his tip deeper with each thrust, "Gonna fill up your pretty hole until it's gushing everywhere around the room."

Wonwoo sets a steady yet strong pace, bullying his cock inside you as he watches your face morph into all sorts off blissful and fucked out expressions, his heart swelling with pride. 

“Baby, you f-feel so good inside me, fuck!” You grip his wrists, nails digging in his skin.

“I know, sweetheart, trust me,” your husband fucks you with slow yet deep thrusts, “I can make it feel even better.”

He pulls out of you and you whine in protest, but he shushes you with a quick kiss on your lips, followed by a cat-like grin. He pats your thigh and scoot closer to the headboard of the bed, giving him enough space to kneel on the mattress.

“Lift your hips up, darling,” he grabs one of the pillows above your head and slides it under your waist, “That’s it, baby.”

“Someone has done plenty of research.” You giggle when Wonwoo throws your legs over his shoulders again. That giggle morphs into a whiny moan when he folds you into the mating press, effortlessly sliding his cock back in your drenched pussy.

The suite room is filled with pornographic sounds and images alike - Wonwoo groans deeply with each thrust he delivers, his fingers tightly laced with yours.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum-"

"Fuck, already?" 

"Y-Yeah, shit!" Wonwoo grits his teeth, "I'm gonna cum straight into your pussy, darling."

"Fuck, please do it, Nonu, please!" You plead him, clutching his hands tighter than before.

He topples over the edge and almost crushes you with his body weight, his cock spurting ropes after ropes of cum inside you. His lips are attached to your neck, licking and sucking your skin to claim it with his marks.

"That was….fuck." You breathe out and pet his hair, thighs practically screaming from pain.

"You mean this round, right?" He chuckles against your skin and your cheeks heat up, eyes widening.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, sweetheart…." Wonwoo lets out a throaty laugh as he raises his torso and pushes your legs flat on your chest.

"How am I supposed to put my angel babies in you with just one round?"

He most definitely didn't lie about multiple rounds, let alone multiple loads in your pussy.

You're both laying on the bed, half of the sheets bunched up around you on the mattress and half fallen down on the floor. The entire suite looks almost like a warzone - scattered crimson red feathers and stains of cum littered all over the bedroom, plus a few scratched furniture surfaces and an one broken chair.

"Wonwooooo….." you mumble, feeling utterly drained, yet fully satisfied.

"I can barely move my body…." he mutters back, "But it feels nice, heh."

"You bet it does," you smile tiredly, slowly dragging your hand through his messy hair.

"Kinda miss your lavender hair."

"I could always dye it back, you know."

"Yeah, but that would fry your scalp, Nonu."

"You would prefer it if I gave the poor priest a heart attack during the ceremony?"

"Okay no, that would be too much." You both erupt into giggles, looking at each other fondly.

"It feels like a fairytale," you admit and lace your hand with his, "You and me, married and spending our honeymoon in Santorini - You get me?"

"Well, almost."

"Almost?"

"Almost, because it's not a fairytale," Wonwoo pulls you closer to his body, wrapping his free arm around your waist, "It's real. You and me are real, just like the rings on our fingers, Y/N."

You take a look on your entwined hands, noticing the angel-winged engagement ring and you feel a stray tear roll down your cheek.

"Hey hey, why are you crying now?" Wonwoo wipes your tear away with his thumb.

"I'm just," You let out a quiet laugh, "Really proud of us, you know? We've come so far, the two of us."

"Well, it's all thanks to you and your dirty little antics." He grins and pecks the tip of your nose.

"As if your curiosity didn't contribute!" You protest, but let out a groan of pain when you make an abrupt move.

"Yeah yeah, of course it did." Wonwoo playfully rolls his eyes.

"But you don't regret it, do you?"

"Now you're just fucking with me."

"We've been doing that all day long, Wonwoo."

"I know, sweetheart," he smirks and pulls your thigh over his hip, sliding his cock back in your abused pussy.

"W-Won, I can't take any more orgasms, I'm serious!" You mewl as your pussy throbs around his shaft.

"Baby I'm just making sure you're nicely filled up and keeping my cum safe in you."

"I swear to God, you're an incubus in disguise, Jeon."

"We'll see that in a few years, darling."

"What's gonna happen in a few years?" You raise your eyebrow in question.

"Our kids will have their own set of pretty angel wings, just like their Daddy." 

"For a cupid, you sound pretty dumb."

"Says you who got fucked dumb just a while ago," Wonwoo whispers against your jaw, ghosting his soft lips over your skin.

You can't bring yourself to form a snarky reply. Instead, you let yourself melt into his embrace, warmth spreading inside and outside of your body thanks to your husband.

You're one step before boarding the train to dreamland when you hear the softest whisper from Wonwoo's lips:

"I love you so much, Y/N."

You flash him one more warm smile before letting Morpheus travel you to other places.

"I love you too, Nonu."

[muldermuse]

Plus One (Fox Mulder X Reader)

This is based on an ask I recieved <333 thank u for sending it through

Scully is unable to attend an event so Fox asks you to be his plus one.

“It means a lot that you’re coming tonight, I’ll uh- I’ll pick you up at your apartment at 6? Have a chat about the mission in the car and then go from there…I’m looking forward to seeing you…Scully said your dress looks good and you know that she knows more about that stuff than me *laughs*. Um, okay well this is a long voicemail so uh-right, I’ll see you in a few hours. Oh! This is Fox by the way.”

It definitely was not your usual practice to have a glass of red wine before getting ready for a mission but you had to admit that you felt nervous about tonight.  It was standard for Mulder and Scully to do something like this. To get intel about a case, they’d dress up and rub shoulders with people unknowingly involved in an X File. Sometimes they’d pose as a couple and other times they would pose as two singles trying to seek out a partner for the evening. They would collect as much intel as possible and within the following weeks; the case would undoubtedly be solved.

This was a huge case so Scully was in another state, sleeping in her car to avoid the bed bug-ridden motel that Skinner had put her up in. Fox was too nervous to ask you so you got a call from Scully late last night. The key contact Fox had been trying to speak to about this case was attending a Gala in Washington. The contact was old school, any guest to the Gala had to have a date for the evening, and of course; it was a black tie event. You were reluctant and Scully knew you would be. “Listen, if you want to fly out and take my place in this crappy rental car, which stinks of fries for some reason- I would thank you for it. But, you’ll have a great time and I know you have that black dress that you’re looking for an excuse to wear…”.

So here you are, pouring a large glass of red wine and listening to the Spice Girls as you try to focus all your nervous energy into applying your make up and curling your hair. You slip your dress on at quarter to 5. The dress was expensive and it looks it. It’s black and shimmering under the fairy lights strung over your bookshelf. It’s hugging your curves, it’s hiding any insecurities and you have to admit- you look amazing. The remaining wine in the glass slides down your throat and gives a final rush of adrenaline. Fox knocks at the door at exactly 6 o’clock.

***

He's wearing his glasses. That’s the first thing that you recognize. Not the bouquet of flowers tightly clutched in his fist, not the perfectly tailored suit or the nervous expression covering his face.

“You’re wearing glasses, I’ve never seen you wear them outside of the office.” You smile at him and he smiles back but he seems distracted. He doesn’t reply for a few seconds and as the awkward energy fills the air; he thrusts the flowers towards your hands.

“Yeah, I think they make me look smarter” He awkwardly laughs. “These are for you...obviously…you usually have peonies at your desk on special occasions so I thought you’d like them.”

“They’re beautiful, I didn’t realise that you noticed stuff like that. Maybe you’re a better agent than I suspected Fox” you wink as you go back into your apartment and place the flowers in the sink with some water. You take the moment with the faucet running to compose yourself.

God.

He looks so fucking good.

The nerves that have slowly dissipated over the past hour are suddenly back without warning. He looks so good- do you look alright? Oh god, are you not dressed up enough? Does he think you look okay? I bet he wishes that Scully was here right now, you could potentially jeopardise this entire case and you know how hard they’re both working on it.

You’re too lost in your own thoughts to hear Fox cross the room and place a warm hand against your lower back. The tension zapping through your body streams out with a deep exhale.

“I have a car waiting downstairs, we should probably go”. He holds his arm out for you with a grin and he guides you downstairs. He holds the car door open for you. Whilst you have a moment alone; you whisper to yourself an affirmation that tonight will go well.

You have no idea that Fox is doing the same thing.

***

Fox has liked you for a while and he suspects that this occasion is all Scully’s doing. There was no real reason for her to travel to Wyoming, it was some anonymous call which Fox completely doubts the validity of.  When it comes to the X Files and his career, Fox is a ‘do-er.’ He wants to get out there, prove the importance of his work and save lives.

However, when it comes to his relationships. At the minute, Fox is less active.

The moment he saw you smiling; you had never been far from his thoughts. Scully struck up a friendship with you through a mutual love of the same sandwich served a local deli. Fox would sit in on your lunch dates together, he’d always try and make you laugh- feeling an immense sense of pride when he did.

Scully had disclosed to him her feelings on your boyfriend, Jason. You had so much love to give and he seemed to be the opposite. Closed off and cold. Scully told Fox you’d been arguing more and were getting close to breaking up. When you did, Fox watched from afar as your usual bright smile never reached your eyes.

***

The car ride is filled with idle chat. The tension in the air seems to mount as you both try desperately to ignore it. Fox tells you about the Gala and what to expect. It’s more of an occasion to scope out the group rather than to gather intel on a specific target.

You don’t realise that as the car drives closer to your destination that your knee begins to bounce and your fingers fidget with the tassle on your handbag. Fox rests his hand on your knee and his thumb rubs calming small circles on your soft skin.

“You look amazing, thanks again for doing this.”

Before you can thank him or compliment him back, the car pulls to a stop and the door opens.

***

The room is grand and glamourous. It’s a decadent affair with rich red velvet curtains and carpets decorating each room. The different perfumes and aftershaves blend together to create a sweet floral scent that lingers as every person passes. It’s a crowd of black tuxedos and billowing ballgowns, everyone smiling politely with a clear hint of judgement to every passerby. The sound of the band is lost over the exchanging of pleasantries and the distinctive pop of champagne corks, followed by a polite cheer.

It's completely unlike anywhere else you have ever been or anywhere you are likely to ever go.

“I think I’m the poorest person in here by about three million dollars, Fox”

“Oh no, it’ll be way more than that,” Fox says with a wink as he hands you a glass of champagne. He moves in close enough to whisper to you and you try to ignore the sensation of his breath fanning your neck.

“See that guy over there with the red suit, he has a huge interest in extraterrestrials. It’s massive so much so that he spends around five and a half million dollars a year trying to prove they’re real. He’s got that much money it’s basically a game.”

The bubbles of champagne trickle down your throat as you move closer into Fox’s hold. He holds your waist and rotates you to look at another corner of the room. His breath remains hot on your neck and you’re not sure if it’s the alcohol coursing through your veins or his presence that is making your head feel fuzzy.

“That lady over there with the huge hat, like, ridiculously big hat.” You nod at Fox without taking your eyes off her. “The Lone Gunman guys suspect that she gets all her money from selling UFOs that crash, on the black market. She only leaves her guarded house three times a year and this is one of the occasions.”

“Suspect? So it could be something completely different.” You smirk up at Fox, he grabs another two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter and hands one to you. “Who knows, maybe she makes her money selling really big hats.”

“Or maybe, the reason her hat is so big is because it’s broadcasting a message to a UFO flying over Washington”. His grin matches yours.

You clink the glasses together and without the other knowing, both of you acknowledge the butterflies fluttering in your stomachs.

***

Neither of you speak to anyone else, you find a quiet corner tucked away in the hall room and chat. You sip on a glass of wine and Fox holds a tumbler of whiskey but both drinks go warm as you get lose in the conversation with each other.

It dawns on you that before tonight, you’ve never really spoken to Fox as it’s usually a group environment or a passing hi-goodbye as you both make your way home at the end of the day.

He tells you about his family, he tells you about his favourite cases and more importantly than all of the things he’s saying to you- he’s present with you the entire time. Conversations with your ex were one sided and that was something that took months to admit. You realized your relationship with Jason was over during a conversation. You’d just got the promotion that you’d spent months working on and he asked one simple question that felt like a knife to your pumping heart.

“When were you going to tell me about that promotion?”

You had told him; of course you had. You’d told him when you first heard about it, you’d told him the planning you’d spent weeks organizing and you told him the morning of the interview.

He hadn’t heard any of it.

You’d been together over a year. You had met each other’s family, met each other’s friends, you’d fallen in love and within that conversation; you realized how far from love you both had fallen.

The big band music was gradually playing louder and louder. You’d both been straining to shout over it to keep the conversation going. Eventually, you realized a way you would be able to hear Fox better, you grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor.

***

The music was soft, flowing through the air as the lights began to dim slowly and the illuminated table decorations filled in the dark spaces. You placed your arms around Fox’s shoulders as his large hands slid down to your waist. Your heart was beating the steadiest that it had all night.

“How did you know about the peonies? I’ve never told you or Scully about that.” Your hands remained interlocked around his neck as you fought the urge to run your fingers through his hair.

“Well, I know your birthday and you had peonies on that date. When you got that promotion, you had peonies, and when uh…yeah, you have peonies.” A nervous look flashes across his face. You know what he was going to say.

“When I broke up with Jason, someone in the office got me peonies and left them on my desk. It was the only thing that made me smile that week”. The memory still makes you emotional, the week was relentless sleepless nights and non-stop crying. On the last day of the week, there was a gorgeous bunch of peonies in a vase on your desk. No note, no name- nothing.

His hands tighten around your waist as he rests his forehead against yours, “I’m glad you liked them…it was hard to see you look so sad”.

Of course it was him.

It always was.

It always is.

Before you can carry on speaking or stop the tears trying to fill your eyes. He tilts your chin to meet your eyeline with his thumb and forefinger.

“I don’t think I’ve told you how beautiful you look tonight or thanked you for this…I mean thanked you properly."

You place your head against his chest and wrap your arms around his waist, continuing to sway to the music; you hear him take a breath before carrying on.

"I've liked you for a while and god, does that sound childish to say. This means a lot to me and you being here means even more. I'd like to take you out, I can't always promise it will be this fancy...actually, I can guarantee it never will be but I want to spend time with you. In any setting, I possibly can."

He doesn't look at you and you don't look at him. It felt like a confession he needed to make but perhaps didn't have the confidence to say it to your face. Which is amazing to you because Fox Mulder doesn't strike you as someone who struggles with anxieties.

"I think this place is a bit too fancy for me, maybe we can chat more at the 24 hour diner near my apartment? I think we'll look a bit different from the usual patrons" You gesture at your black gown and his tuxedo. He smiles as he takes your hand and leads you to the exit.

Before you get back into the car, you press a kiss to his lips and thank him for the evening. For the entire journey to the diner; you hold each other's hands tightly.

[daisyful-gvf]

sweet as berries (part 9)

18+

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pairings: josh x reader

tags/warnings: fingering, sex toys, unprotected sex. oral (f), u know just the usual

word count: 2.5k

notes: posting at 3am bc i want to😀 it’s been way too long, i assure you the next chapter will not take this long. also no plot here at all lmfao

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Pop

The lollipop Josh had been enjoying for the last ten minutes made a soft sound as he pulled it from his lips.

“How come I’ve never seen you use that?” he asked, pointing with his lollipop to the nightstand you were sorting through. You had the perfect necklace to layer with the one he got you for Christmas, and you knew it was somewhere in the overfilled drawer.

“What?” you asked, trying to understand what he was pointing to.

“That,” he pointed closer to the toy you’d set on your bed along with ten other things as you were trying to make room to look for the necklace, “The rose thing.”

“What about it?” you asked softly, a little flustered. You hadn’t thought anything about getting it out in front of him, but of course he had noticed it.

“How come I’ve never seen it before?” he sucked on the lollipop again.

“Um,” you laughed, a bit nervous, as you sorted through more items, “I dunno. I don’t really need it recently since you wanna fuck me every time I breathe,” you laughed again, more genuinely.

“Well,” he popped the candy from his mouth and giggled, “You’re not wrong.”

It was quiet for another moment as you rustled through the drawer, before he interrupted the silence:

“Doesn’t mean we couldn’t use it.”

You took in a sharp breath.

“We?”

“Yeah,” he grinned and stretched way across the bed to paw at the back of your thigh playfully.

“Bet you’d like my fingers in you while you use that, hm?”

The heavy, sudden exhale that shuddered from you was undisguisable.

“Ooh,” you could hear the grin in his voice, “She likes that idea.”

“Josh..” you murmured, tucking it into your nightstand, a little embarrassed.

“Can I see it?” he asked, “Never seen one before.”

You rolled your eyes and passed it to him quickly, going back to organizing stuff in the drawer.

He clicked it to life and placed the tip of his pointer finger against it. The sound of it stirred something in you, and your thighs pushed together a bit.

“You like this thing?” he asked, his voice a bit lower.

You just nodded and offered a soft, “Mhm.”

“it’s like…sucking on my finger,” he grinned.

“Kinda the point, babe,” you giggled. He was so sweet sometimes, so lighthearted and curious.

“Can I see it in action?” he asked. His tone wasn’t playful anymore, but rather soft and sincere. You looked over to him, cheeks warm. You swallowed.

“Sometime, yeah. Sure,” you nodded, finally wrapping your fingers around the gold tinted necklace you were searching for.

“No,” he shook his head, “I mean now.”

“Josh,” you breathed, head snapping up to look at him. He looked candy sweet—precious and hopeful.

“Mm? Just show me?” he reached out to touch your thigh again softly. He took the finished lollipop stick from his mouth and set it in a cup on your nightstand.

You swallowed, throat dry. You couldn’t really think of a reason not to, and you weren’t really sure why the thought made you so nervous. The sound of the toy alone had piqued your interest, but the thought was vulnerable.

“I don’t know…”

“Please, sweetheart?” He looked up at you with soft eyes, his thumb rubbing at your thigh, “I’d like to see.”

He had a way of melting you that you could not resist.

“Um,” you nodded, “Yeah, sure.”

He nodded back and offered a gentle smile.

“You nervous, sweet girl? No reason to be nervous,” he smiled wider, “My tongue has been inside you, ya know.”

“Not helping,” you grinned, stripping your underwear off and laying down in front of him.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled softly, “Really though. You know you’re safe with me, right?”

You nodded, feeling the genuine care in his voice. He leaned forward and kissed you softly as you settled before him, legs on either side of him.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he said against your lips before he lowered himself down into his stomach.

Your cotton t-shirt laid over the tops of your thighs, hitched just high enough for him to see you. The soft fabric tickled your skin.

“Can I touch you first?” he said, sounding breathless, skirting his fingers over your bare hips.

You’d never turn that down, and so you offered him a small nod as you got comfortable against the down pillows.

He rubbed the pad of his thumb over your clit and then slid it down to coat it in the slick there, before moving it back up.

“There’s no way you’re this wet already,” he grinned, “You like this idea a bit more than you’re letting on, maybe?”

“I dunno,” you giggled and bit your bottom lip, “maybe.”

“Mm,” he hummed and leaned in to suck softly on your clit, leaving it wet with saliva.

He settled, laying propped on one of his arms, your thigh almost on his shoulder between your legs. Grabbing the toy, he turned it over in his hand to inspect it. A bashful smile made its way across his expression.

“Do you turn it on then hold it to you, or hold it then turn it on?” He asked.

You giggled, “Doesn’t really matter. Turn it on first.”

He nodded and pressed the on button, then with intense focus, watched your face as he nestled it over your clit. You couldn’t help the way your stomach rippled, and the soft noise that escaped you. He held iit soft and steady to you as you adjusted with a deep breath.

It was still vulnerable. You tried to relax into the sensation, and you were mostly successful, save for a tinge of heat in your face.

“Good?” he murmured. You nodded, reaching down and placing your hand over his to help him position it just so. He let you move his hand, and finally with a quiet groan, you let go, letting him hold it as you tangled a first into his hair. You watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed, watching you with hooded eyes.

“Do you like this first setting?” he asked softly.

You nodded, “One of the other ones is good too, but,” you sighed, “First one’s nice.”

He nodded and bit his lip, but then after a soft moment of him skirting his free hand up and down your inner thigh, he spoke.

“Let’s try the other ones,” he said with a grin.

He clicked to the next setting, and your legs trembled at the more intense sensation. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as it pulsed through you.

“Don’t be quiet,” he smiled up at you, “C’mon now.”

He waited a moment before clicking it to the next one. The sensation barreled into you, and goosebumps blanketed your body.

“That one?” he asked, eyes looking up caringly. You just nodded, overwhelmed.

His hand tracing over your thigh slipped down, until his fingers nudged at your entrance. Pathetically, you whined and nodded, wordlessly begging for it.

You groaned unexpectedly loud as he sank the two fingers into you, and his head shot up at the noise. His plush lips spread into a smile as he watched your eyes flutter shut. Your abdomen was alight with a warm glow.

“You like that?”he coaxed.

You answered with a moan of his name and a frantic nod.

“You do like that…” he curled his fingers and his mouth parted open, mimicking yours, “Mm. You’re trembling.”

Unable to do much else with the way the pleasure was gripping your body, you nodded and let your lead fall back against the headboard. You watched as he nuzzled his cheek into your inner thigh, impressively working his fingers while holding the toy to you.

“So fuckin’ hot…” he breathed. He pressed a soft kiss to your leg before moving the toy briefly. Before you could pout, he leaned in and licked gently at your clit.

“I know,” he soothed, sensing your sadness over the loss of the toy, “I’ll put it back in a second, sweetheart. I got jealous of this little thing.”

Your heart ached for him, and his care coupled with the need he was summoning in you was a perfectly dizzying sensation.

He sucked softly on your clit, letting the sweet brush of his lips drive you wild, “You’re so swollen,” he murmured, “Ths feel nice?”

Really, you could focus on little else other than chasing an orgasm. The temptation was too near, too close within grasp to care about anything else, or to answer his question.

“Please…” you offered softly, swiping a thumb over his cheekbone endearingly.

He nodded gently and brought the toy back to you, coupling the introduction of it with a curl of his fingers. Your chest punched out another shocked groan, and he smiled wickedly at it. Your stomach tensed in waves, making your body nearly convulse.

“You gonna cum for me?” he sighed, nearly breathless, “I want it bad. I could prolly cum just thinking about it.”

His eyes peered up at you and confirmed his words: desperation danced in the brown of his irises. Even if you didn’t want to fulfill his request–which you very much did���you had no choice. With a strong curl of his fingers and a feather-light kiss to your thigh, you were catapulted to your end.

Violently, the orgasm took hold of you, wracking your body with bliss. The burst of wetness that came from you was involuntary, and you could do nothing but let it take its course as you rode the wave.

“Berry,” he groaned, “Holy fuck.”

You took a heaving breath and centered yourself, looking down at his awestruck face as he withdrew his soaked fingers. Graciously, he pulled the toy off your oversensitive self and clicked it off before tossing it aside.

“Baby, you’ve been holding out on me.” he smiled, “Does this thing always make you do that?”

“Hmm?” You asked, dazed. He held up his glistening hand and wiggled his fingers.

“Sometimes,” you admitted in a sleepy sigh.

“Jesus Christ…” his eyes rolled back before he shook his head, moving to kneel on the bed. As he did, you could see hardly anything besides the hard length of him strained against his sweatpants. In the haze of your orgasm, you wanted nothing more.

“Fuck me,” you sighed, waiting for his eye contact. His head tipped up to do just that, and his eyes locked on yours.

Looking stunned, he breathed out a short, “Yeah?”

You nodded and reached for him, trying to drag him up to you by his shirt.

“Shit,” he sighed, fumbling to shove his pants off and climb over you. He did so successfully, and he met you in a firm kiss. He groaned against your mouth, letting you hear how bad he wanted it. His hips ground against you, rubbing the weight of him against your warmth.

“Oh…” his groan was low and shaky against the shell of your ear.

“Josh, c’mon,” you found yourself impatient, pushing your hips up into him and gripping at his sides, willing him in.

He lined himself up and sank into you in a steady motion. Your thighs clamped around his hips, trying to get him close as your body relaxed to take him. The feeling drew a whimper from the back of your throat.

“Jesus Christ,” he shook his head, then buried it into the crook of your neck, “How’s that, sweetheart? Just what you needed?”

“Fuck, Josh,” the curse escaped you effortlessly. He rolled his hips flush to you, and the feeling sent static sparks through your body.

“Mm, yeah?” He cut himself off with a groan, “How about this?”

You waited, a bit confused, as he leaned up onto his knees, still inside you.

“Josh…” You groaned as he grabbed the toy again, incredibly unprepared for the sensation it would inevitably bring.

“Shh,” he soothed, soft as down feathers, “Just try it for me.”

He rolled his hips again as he turned the toy on the lowest setting and brought it to you. The shock of pleasure made you nearly scream out, and judging by the flush that came to his face, he enjoyed the reaction.

His free hand went to your hip, touching softly, soothing you with a gentle grip. The thrusts in and out of you were incredibly slow, allowing for a pleasant drag. It contrasted wonderfully with the buzz of the toy, which lit your body aflame.

“This okay, Berry?” His voice was so low. He was looking up at your face, checking on you. Although you weren’t so sure—your nerves felt like they were splitting, tiny atom bombs—you nodded for him.

“You just tell me if it’s too much, sweetheart,” he purred, “Doing real good for me.”

His praise shot straight to your brain, and between that and the varying lovely sensations, you couldn’t tell if you were cumming, or if you’d reached the afterlife, or somewhere in between. Your eyes alternated between rolling back in your head, and fixed on the flush of Josh’s cheeks as he watched you unravel.

“God, I love seeing you like this,” his voice trembled as he thrusted slowly, “Your pretty brain doesn’t even know what to do, huh? Feels too good?” His tongue swiped across his bottom lip.

“Josh,” you gripped at the skin of his arm rather than answer him.

“Gonna cum again?” He sighed.

“I think so…” your head thrashed against the pillow as you try to catch your breath, “Just keep...”

“I will,” he fucked into you slowly and released a drawn out, shaky breath, “But i’m gonna cum too.”

You nod, giving him permission to lose it right then. You were already at your limit, and your body couldn’t take much more anyways.

“Fuck, Berry–” he gasped, stuttering his hips and slamming them against you as he let go. You nearly convulsed around him, face scrunched up in an overwhelmed state of bliss as it hit you.

“Fuck,” it was a whimper from you as you came down. You shoved your hands between your legs and pushed the toy away as your stomach twitched from the comedown.

“Oh…” he groaned one last time, pushing against you once more before pulling out, leaving you to drip on the bedding.

“Babe, the sheets,” you lamented, head falling back.

“You already ruined them, baby,” he giggled as he leaned over you, kissing your cheeks repeatedly, “We’ll clean ‘em. S’okay.”

You reached up to grab his cheeks and lead him into a warm kiss. He hummed against your mouth.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he spoke in his husky voice and grinned against the kiss.

“Mmhm,” you giggled, “Thank you for the idea.”

"You liked it, hm?” he nuzzled against your cheek, his voice cocky, “I could probably list off a few more if you give me a minute.”

“Let’s hear ‘em.’

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[duchessanon]

For the Love of Henri - Tome 8: Return of the Busybody

That’s right, after no demand, the next chapter is here. This saga started over 10 years ago and I may only be on Tome 8 but u can’t rush genius!

Tomes 1-7 here.

What you missed on FTLOH…Henri’s beloved first wife’s (Philanthropina) death was faked by the evil Kate and Meghan. Meghan married Henri but after accidentally burning a piece of Jesu’s cross, she became hated by the nation. Meghan decided to get the public back on side by procreating…however Henri was reluctant to give up his nethers. Meg visited Mistress of the Pubes (JLo) to conceive a baby using a surrogate who turned out to be Henri’s ex lover and nemesis, Jimmu!

…

‘Jimmu!?’ Meg screamed. ‘Jimmu who was a prospect for marrying Henri until Phily stole his heart, but tried to ruin their wedding day on the orders of Bulliam and Snake?!’

‘Yes and what the fuck does it have to do with you???’ Jimmu yelled back.

‘You’re carrying Henri’s baby, you’re the Chosen One’

‘What! You’re the birch who married Henri? You know Phily never needed to use a Chosen One, she had Libby au naturale’.’

The red mist was beginning to descend over Meg but she had to hold it in because Jimmu was carrying the bebe.

‘The bebe will be due in ONE month’ said JLo.

‘What!!! No, I need time to plan my fake bumps. Henri will never believe I’m 8 months pregnant’ Meg screamed.

‘Um, have you met Henri? He’s the dumbest people’s prince EVER! God bless him’ said Eddie.

‘You’re right, I can do this’ Meg knew she could do it because she was an AmeriCAN not an AmeriCANT.

‘One more thing’, the Mistress of the Pubes said. ‘You are responsible for looking after the Chosen One, including all medical expenses and room and board. Bye birches!’ She shoved Meg and Jimmu out of the penthouse to continue her therapy session with Eddie regarding her latest break up with Ben.

*

Six hours later, Meg and Jimmu had touched down in London. As she walked from her gas guzzling jet loaned by Ellen Degenerate, she was handed a secret locked briefcase.

Once they were safely in the car, she opened the case which contained a selection of fake baby bumps. A note in swirly handwriting said ‘From my belly to yours, we are the feminine divine, love Fergie’.

Meg could always count on that crazy birch to come through for her.

‘Right Jimmu, here’s the ground rules, you can stay in our not £4 million cottage, as long as you shut the fuck up about the baby, are we clear?!’

‘Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do, piss flakes?’ Jimmu said, throwing up a middle finger. ‘Besides, the Chosen One’s tongue is tied by the ancient pubes magic. I can’t tell anyone our secret.’

‘Well good, and keep your nethers off Henri too’ Meg warned.

‘I’m a sexual being, I can't help it that men want me’ Jimmu twerked in Meg’s face, causing their driver to swerve at the sight in his rear view mirror.

‘This is gonna be a long month’ Meg muttered.

*

When they got home, Libby was sitting by the fireside reading Aristotle. Henri was whistling ‘whistle while you work’ as he mopped the floor.

‘Henri darling, I’m back from New York, did you miss me?’ Meg said.

‘Oh you’ve been away?...I mean of course I did! And who’s this lovely lady?’

Jimmu had changed into silk underwear and a green veil covered her head, a la Beyonce’s pregnancy announcement.

‘This is my new housekeeper’ Meg said and Jimmu held out her hand to Henri.

Henri took it like the true gent he was and kissed it, ‘enchante Madame’

Jimmu slowly removed her veil, ‘surprise birch, I bet you thought you’d seen the last of me!’

Henri gasped and fell backwards into the dog bowl. He was not expecting to see the woman who tried to ruin his wedding to Phily to be here.

‘Dearest Meghan, we don’t need a housekeeper, Libby and I do everything’ he said from the floor.

‘Well I need one to help with other stuff, dressing, holding my flowers’ Meg said.

‘But Mother Meghan, the public never give you flowers’ Libby said matter of factly. She really was a clever 3 year old.

‘Hush now’ Meg said sweetly.

‘Mama used to dress herself’ Libby continued.

‘Well I’m going to need more help ok! I’m not well!’ Meg wailed.

Henri gasped and finally got up. ‘What is wrong dear?’

‘SHE’S PREGNANT DUMBASS!’ Jimmu screamed.

Henri, still lying in the broken dog bowl gasped, ‘but how could it be?! We haven’t yet…’

Meg had prepared for this question. ‘Well my love, do you remember the night of the full moon? That night I prayed to Jesu and Phily to bless us with a child. We were overcome with love for one another and consummated our love’

‘I really do not recall, could it have been the night that I ingested Leonardo DiCaprio’s healing mushrooms for meditative purposes only?’ Henri asked.

Meg seized her chance, ‘yes yes that was it, eight months ago’

Libby piped up from the landscape she was painting, ‘the night Dear Father ate Leo’s shrooms was not a full moon, Mother Meghan’.

Jimmu had already had enough of this little busybody, ‘recollections may vary! Ok!!! Now keep my mistress’s name out of your mouth!’

‘Jimmu how very dare you, if you are to be a part of this household, you MUST show respect!’ Henri fumed and turned as red as a tomato.

‘MAKE ME ASSHOLE’ Jimmu screamed, shattering the windows. She pushed Henri over and broke the other dog bowl.

All his memories of an altercation with Bulliam swirled in his mind, anger rising from within.

Meg had to do something, and quickly. She did the most natural thing and set her phone to record.

With the phone recording the whole scene, Henri stood up and hollered at the top of his lungs. He was such a gentle people’s prince, never raising his voice, but Jimmu had gone too far. ‘YOU are the biggest busybody breathing Jimmu, and you’re banished from this house, you are not FIT to serve our family!!!’.

M eghan smiled surreptitiously, this had worked out even better than she planned. If she wanted to get the public on side, she’d make Henri the villain!

To be continued.

[skinnyazn]

Contact

Takes place before: In the Bleak Midwinter

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x F!Reader (Jaguar)  Chapters: 2/4  Notes: Jag's first interaction with Simon, she wants to bite into his meaty thighs so bad yumyumyum, their ~banter~ is top tier (sarcasm), this is heavily inspired by zero dark thirty can u tell?,

Part One | Part Three | Part Four | AO3 | MASTERLIST

The following weeks stretched on with meetings, each one filled with a little more sustenance than the last. You spent your time researching potential routes that your target could have taken. Made lists of people you could find and contact and press for information—forcefully or otherwise.

In the privacy of your own room, you opened your laptop and patched a secure video-call to Laswell.

“How’s it going?” She looked tired; it was still early in D.C..

“Getting some solid leads. Price and his team don’t skimp on making detailed rosters,” you ran your fingers through your choppy, black hair. “Ghost and I are investigating Alekskeev, while Gaz and Soap look into the target’s family in Yerevan.”

Laswell thought for a moment. “Why not Omarov? He’s in Kazakhstan.”

“Alekskeev was our target’s closest confidant before going dark. If anyone knows where he’s fucked off to, I’m betting on the Russian—Alekskeev would have arranged his entry into Kazakhstan anyway.” You took a sip of burnt coffee. “Omarov is just a distraction.”

Kate sighed through the screen. “Price thinks otherwise.”

Your brows furrowed slightly.

“Well, I hired you for a reason. It’s your call. Update me when you get back.”

You nodded.

“When are you shipping out?”

“Thursday, 0400.”

The older woman blinked. “Good luck.”

You straightened. “We’ll get him. Should get some rest though, Laswell. You look tired.”

She chuckled. “I’ll get some rest once we land the bastard.”

The call disconnected. Your reflection stared back at you on the dark screen; you squeezed your eyes shut and exhaled.

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Stepping outside the base, you drew in a deep breath. The fresh air felt good in your lungs as the sun’s presence struggled to pierce through the clouds. All this grey and cold reminded you of San Francisco. Zipping up your fleece pullover, you started walking. Some soldiers were jogging this morning; you could hear their labored breaths as they passed you. 

You rarely let yourself get worked up before a mission, opting on meditating to sharpen your edge before shipping out. But today your mind wandered. Maybe it was because you were going as a team, with people you had never worked with before, that had you so agitated. You hated liabilities.

An echo of a gunshot freed you from your introspection. You had walked the perimeter of the base, ending up at the stretch of green that was the long range. A bulky, black mass was crouched ahead, clothing straining against his bent form; you studied him as he lined up the next shot. 

Bang.

“Jus’ gonna stand there and watch?” The Manchester voice came out gravelly.

You walked closer to the man. A variety of comebacks about irony came to mind.

“Not used to being watched?” You said instead, speaking loud enough that he could hear through the protective headphones. 

Bang.

“Not particularly.”

“Does it make you nervous?”

“Negative.” He shifted.

Bang.

Ghost ejected the spent clip from the SPX-80 and cleanly reloaded a new one. He slid off his ear protection and faced you. 

“Still ‘aven’t seen you in action.” The behemoth of a man eyed you cooly behind his plain black balaclava.

And it was hard not to have a reaction when he stared up at you like that, lounging calmly on the verdant grass, like some large apex predator. The truth was, you hadn’t had many interactions with the man since your arrival on base. Simon usually parted after meetings, skulking away to wherever he went during the day. Aside form the task force, the other soldiers were afraid of him, avoiding him at any chance. There were rumors about him; you wanted to see which were true. Occasionally, you’d catch Simon and Johnny in the rec room, chatting together in a calm voice—interrupted by periodic bouts of Johnny’s laughter. Sometimes you’d ask about him to Kyle, but the kid would always shrug and say “that’s just Ghost.” It both annoyed and intrigued you.

Grabbing a pair of headphones from the rack, you placed them over your ears and bent down to take his rifle. Simon quirked an eyebrow underneath the mask, before propping an elbow upon his massive thigh; the fabric strained against his bulk.

You looked at him. “You wanted to see.”

Simon’s chest contracted, letting out a sharp breath, before waving his hand for you to proceed. 

Resting the weight of the barrel on the wooden railing, you peered through the scope. Glass bottles were placed rather evenly 300 yards down the field. You wondered if Ghost placed them there or some sorry recruit. Probably Ghost.

Sucking in a steady breath, you lined your shot, squeezing the trigger on the exhale.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

The hot shells steamed on the turf at the contrast in temperature. You pulled away from the scope, giving the rifle back to the massive man.

“Handles well,” you said, taking off your ear protection.

“That she does,” Simon stared down at the gun, turning it over in his hand. He ejected the spent clip.

You relaxed against the wood as Simon reloaded the weapon. His gloved hands dwarfed the scope. In the distance, the soldiers passed another lap around the base.

“What are you like?”

His fingers stilled. “On the field?”

No.

“Yes.”

“Efficient.”

You shifted on the cold grass. “And with me?”

Simon looked at you, contemplation behind those blonde lashes. His eyes lowered slightly, before flicking back to meet yours. “Long as I’m not on th’other end of that scope, we shouldn’t ‘ave a problem.”

You shifted your jaw slightly and you nodded. “Looking forward to seeing you on the field then, Ghost.”

Standing, you returned the headphones to the rack and made your way back to the barracks—the rifle shell was still warm to the touch in your pocket.

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[amporella]

amporella u are out for blood and i am here for it

LOL i’m in a mood today 😤😤 i will fight this battle to the bloody end…

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when i’m good i’m very good but when i’m bad i’m better (bet on forever) | dabi/touya todoroki

“Hey!” His voice sounds from the end of the store. You turn to look at him, and you can see his shoulders physically relax at the sight of you looking back at him. He looks at you, that pretty smile that spreads across your lips, how you stare at him with nothing but love in your eyes, at him, the man who just knocked a cop out for you. He smiles and speaks. “I love you.”

You let out a breathy laugh before turning around completely and making your way back to him. You lean up and capture his lips in a kiss, even though he’s still got a gun pointed at the clerk’s head. He wraps an arm around your waist as he melts into the kiss. You press your lips to his one last time before you pull away completely. “Love you too.”

notes: hiiiii this is chapter 3 of bet on forever and it’s honestly embarrassing how long it took me to write considering how short it is. If u need a break from the violence of the last couple of chapters this is that break (but not really cause there’s still some violence…just no murder) this is a lot shorter than my other chapters and will probably be the shortest one in the whole series but anyways I hope u enjoy!! (title from you’re so cool by Nicole dollanganger) listen to the playlist here!

warnings: 18+ (nothing nsfw in this chapter but the series still is) f!reader, violence, blood, use of guns, drugs (weed), possessive relationships, codependent relationships, mentions of murder

words: 3k

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

Dabi is already looking at you when you gaze out the window. He fills the car up while he studies you through the glass, sunglasses sitting atop his mop of messy black hair. You watch his jaw move as he chews the gum you’d offered him in the car, feeling embarrassed at how flustered the act makes you, how he makes something as simple as chewing gum attractive.

You’re broken from thoughts of your boyfriend as you hear the bell at the top of the gas station door jingle. You pause your movements at the slushie machine, watching as the uniformed officer crosses the threshold. Your breath catches in your throat and you hide your body behind the shelf of candy and snacks at the end of the aisle. When you look outside, Dabi is nowhere to be found, no longer outside of the car. You can’t seem to spot him inside either, and you feel your stomach turn in knots.

“Morning officer.” The lanky clerk behind the counter greets him, his voice cracking as he does, probably thinking about the weed he has stashed in the breakroom or how his tags haven’t been changed on his car yet. The cop doesn’t seem to notice or care as he speaks again.

“Seen anyone suspicious come through here.” You hear the officer speak. A quick look from behind the shelf shows the man leaning against the counter as he questions the clerk at the front of the store. He shrugs, looking the officer up and down.

“Lots of suspicious types come through here.” He tells him, keeping his voice calm this time, you observe. “Looking for anyone specific?”

“Some kid killed a man and ran off with his car and his daughter.” The cop explains, his voice low as he speaks. You can barely hear him, but your eyes grow wide at his words. “We’re calling it a kidnapping, but if you ask me, I think she’s in on it.”

“You mean she went willingly?” The clerk questions.

“Lovers on the run and all that bullshit.” He quips. “Seems like they watched one too many movies.”

The clerk is silent for a moment, before he nods his head towards the window of the store. He says nothing, but the cop understands. You watch him nod and take a step towards the door. You don’t know where Dabi is, but there’s no way he’d leave you at some gas station in the middle of nowhere. He’ll be caught if the cop gets the chance to have a look around, so you do the only thing you can think of.

You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head, feeling foolish for what you’re about to do. You lean forward and take the half full slushie from the counter before pouring it out onto the floor, and letting yourself slip through the icy liquid. With one hand on the self beside you, you take the whole thing down with you, snacks flying through the air as you try to fall to the floor without hurting yourself.

You screech.

Both of the men turn to look your way, worried looks on their faces. It’s clear that the clerk forgot you were even in the store as he makes his way from behind the counter. Both of them begin to walk your way as you start to stand up. Red slushie runs down the back of your legs as the cop starts to help you up.

“Took quite the fall there, hon.” He speaks. You steady yourself on your legs, looking at the two men. “You alright?”

“Yeah.” You speak in your sweetest voice. You let out a faux laugh, placing a hand over your chest as if trying to catch your breath. “I slipped!”

You burst out into a fit of giggles, and the men join you. They laugh at your mistake, and you feel relieved that you’ve managed to distract them. You’re doing a good job. You have it handled.

At least you think you do until Dabi walks through the door with a gun.

He fires a warning shot into one of the bottles of alcohol behind the counter before sauntered over to the three of you. The cop steps in front of you, pointing his gun in the direction of your boyfriend as he walks. Dabi lets out an amused chuckle, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

“You stay right there.” The cop demands before looking over his shoulder at you. You look at Dabi through wide eyes in faux fear. “You’ll be alright, darlin’”

You roll your eyes when he turns around to look at your boyfriend, and Dabi laughs.

“Yeah, you’ll be just fine, darlin’” Dabi mocks. The cop doesn’t seem to like this, clicking the safety off his gun as he points it right between his eyes.

You don’t have long while the cop is distracted, so you sneak up behind him and send a kick right between his legs. His gun goes off as it hits the floor and you watch Dabi jump up in the air as it slides past him. He looks up at you as the officer falls to his knees, eyes gazing over your figure in concern after the gun went off.

“I had it handled.” You tell your boyfriend with a roll of your eyes. He scoffs at you before bending down to pick up the gun behind him and throwing it towards you..

“You’re covered in red dye.” He argues. You catch the gun in your hands easily, before shaking your head at him. You turn around quickly, pointing the gun in the direction of the clerk. He raises his hands, clearly shaking in fear as he stares down the barrel of your gun.

You hear a commotion behind you, turning to glance back as Dabi knocks the cop’s head into one of the shelves. The cop groans, blood pouring from his nose when Dabi pulls his head back once more. He slams it back into the shelf before the cop is out cold, and Dabi wipes his bloodied hand on the officer’s uniform.

“Fucking call her ‘darlin’’ again, asshole.” He spits, kicking him in the side for no good reason. You try to ignore how his words make your stomach flip, how violence in your name makes you feel, especially when it comes to Dabi. Turning back to the clerk, you speak.

“You gonna call the cops?” You ask him.

“No, ma’am.” He assures, frantically shaking his head.

“No?” You lean your head to one side and raise an eyebrow. Dabi walks away as you question the man. You don’t think he will, at least not until the shock wears off. And by then, you and Dabi should be far away from here. You hear Dabi walk up behind you, his boots loud on the floor.

“He won’t.” Dabi confirms. He places a hand on your shoulder before holding up an object in his hand. You turn towards him, spotting the role of duct tape that hangs from two of his fingers. “At least not for a while.”

You look up at him with a wide smile, which he returns. The clerk says nothing as he looks between the two of you before letting out a defeated sigh and holding his wrists out towards Dabi.

“Bring the car around, okay?” Dabi tells you, fishing his keys out of his jacket pocket and handing them to you. You nod, tucking the cops gun into the band of your jean shorts before turning to walk away. You make it half way down the aisle before Dabi calls out to you.

“Hey!” His voice sounds from the end of the store. You turn to look at him, and you can see his shoulders physically relax at the sight of you looking back at him. He looks at you, that pretty smile that spreads across your lips, how you stare at him with nothing but love in your eyes, at him, the man who just knocked a cop out for you. He smiles and speaks. “I love you.”

You let out a breathy laugh before turning around completely and making your way back to him. You lean up and capture his lips in a kiss, even though he’s still got a gun pointed at the clerk’s head. He wraps an arm around your waist as he melts into the kiss. You press your lips to his one last time before you pull away completely. “Love you too.”

You snag a pair of cheap sunglasses off the stand before making your way out the door and bringing the car around for Dabi. He doesn’t keep you waiting long before he hops into the passenger seat and the two of you are off.

“You’re amazing! Do you know that?” Dabi’s excitement fills the car as he speaks. His voice is loud over the sound of the radio. The two of you speed down the road, nothing but mountains and dirt for miles ahead. “I mean, you caught the gun like it was nothing! You were so cool!”

He leans across the console and takes your head in his hands, planting a wet kiss to your cheek as you drive. You giggle as you feel his lips on your cheek. “You are cool. You’re so cool.”

“Yeah? You think so?” You laugh at him, looking between him and the road as you drive. “As cool as you?”

“Even cooler, babydoll.” He tells you, leaning his head back on the seat. You watch his chest rise and fall with each breath, looking between him and the road. You reach out to run a hand through his hair, noticing how the white of his natural hair is coming in at the root. It’s not noticeable yet, but you make a mental note to pick up some black hair dye at your next stop.

…

“He’s gonna love you.” Dabi says, removing one hand from your waist and knocking on the door that you stand in front of. The door is old and beat up, with the numbers at the top scratched over and faded. You think it might fall off the hinges if it opens.

“You’re sure?” You ask, bouncing a little on the balls of your feet, nerves settling in your bones. You were good with Giran, and that was huge for you, but this feels different and you don’t know why. Dabi speaks so highly of Jin, tells the story of him being saved from getting jumped with excitement in his voice and light in his eyes. You need Jin to like you. It’s important to you, but mostly, it’s important to Dabi.

“Hey,” he speaks, squeezing your hips with his hands. He knows you’re nervous, can practically feel it as he’s wrapped around you. But he loves you, and he knows Jin will too. You’re the most important thing in the world to him and Jin is no fool. He’ll be able to see it. Anyone with half a brain would be able to see it. “I promise. There’s no way he won't.”

You squirm in his hold, feeling your face heat up at his words when the door swings open in front of you. A tall blond man stands in the doorway, with dark circles underneath his eyes and a faint scar down the middle of his forehead. A white tank top fits snug on his torso, and you twitch in your boyfriend's hold as his dark eyes analyze you. The smell of weed is strong throughout his place, probably from the joint that hangs from his lips.

His gray eyes brighten at the sight of your boyfriend standing behind you. He pulls the joint from his lips and opens his arms wide in the doorway.

“Dabi!” He bellows with a smile. His voice surprises you, friendlier than you expected, from the way he appears with his tired eyes and imposing figure. He’s even taller than Dabi. Then his eyes land on you. “Are you gonna introduce your girl?”

“What? Not even a ‘how are you’? You see a pretty girl and go all stupid.” Dabi huffs from behind you. You shake your head and introduce yourself, holding a hand out for him to shake. His hand is large as it envelopes yours, rough and calloused from work you aren’t aware of. He’s comforting, you think, handshake firm and strong as he grins down at you.

“Nice to meet you, girlie. Come in! Come in!” He says, opening the door to allow the two of you to step into the hazey apartment. It’s nicer than you expected from the state of his front door. It’s a nice apartment, lived in and decorated in the way you assume he likes. “You can call me Jin. I’m sure Dabi’s told you all about me if you’ve come all this way–probably hasn’t told you jack shit–shit, sorry.”

He turns around with an apologetic smile and you send him a smile back, assuring him that you weren’t phased by his sudden change in behavior. His shoulders relax as he continues to lead you through the apartment. Dabi pulls you into his side, placing a kiss to the top of your head as you follow Jin. You’re happy that you’re making a good first impression, but Jin is not at all hard to talk to. You like him, and you can see why Dabi admires him.

“Sorry about the smoke. Helps with the headaches.” He says, motioning towards his head with a wave of his hand, his joint snug between two fingers. “You hungry, sugar? I don’t have much, maybe some cereal.”

“Cereal sounds good.” You nod, feeling Dabi pull away from you to pick up the remote that sits on the beat up coffee table in front of the couch. You watch his lanky body drop town on the couch as he scrolls through channels, knees bent too high from how long his legs are and how close to the ground

“Want some Dabi?” Jin asks from the kitchen. Dabi tells him that he does and you can hear Jin mumbling to himself about something you can’t make out. Dabi leans his head over the back of the couch, staring at you where you stand. He nods you over, holding a hand out for you to take, pulling you down with him. He leans forward and picks up a freshly rolled joint from the ashtray on the table.

“You ever smoke, baby?” He asks you, fishing for his silver zippo in his pocket. He tosses it towards you, and you catch it easily.

“A couple of times in high school.” You shrug, flipping the lighter open and holding the flame to the end of the joint in between his lips. You go to give him the lighter back, but he stops you.

“You should take another look at that.” He says, blowing smoke from his nose. You look down at the piece of silver in your hand, flipping it over to try and understand why it’s important. Dabi turns it over in your palm and you see faint lettering engraved in the metal, your name.

“When did you do this?” You ask, flattered by the gesture. It’s not much, but it’s sweet, and it's undoubtedly Dabi.

“Had it done back home.” He explains. “I like having you with me.”

“I’m always with you.” You say and he grins. He nudges his forehead against yours before speaking.

“I know, baby.” He kisses your cheek before closing your hand over the lighter. “Keep it safe for me, yeah?”

You nod, holding the lighter close to your chest as he leans down to kiss you. You pull away quickly, hearing Jin’s footsteps as he returns from the kitchen.

“Well aren’t you two just the sweetest–yuck!” You hear Jin speak from behind the couch. You let out a small laugh, hiding your face in Dabi’s shoulder.

“Fuck off.” He grumbles, placing a large hand behind your head. You can’t stop laughing as he holds you close, sounds muffled by his t-shirt.

“You’re the one making out on my couch!” Jin argues. You laugh again at the ridiculousness of the situation, at the fact that you and Dabi just left a cop knocked out at a gas station and are now getting high and eating fruit loops with a friend from his past.You pull away from Dabi and let out a loud laugh, throwing you head back as the sound bubbles from your throat. Dabi would bottle the sound if he could.

The two men join in, laughter filling Jin’s apartment as you try to catch your breath. He comes around the back of the couch, handing you and Dabi your bowls before squeezing his way in between the two of you. Dabi’s hand flies to the back of Jin’s head, scolding him for separating the two of you. It makes you giggle again. You think they act like brothers, maybe. It makes you happy to see Dabi interacting with someone without keeping his guard up. He’s only ever been that way with you.

Dabi eventually lets Jin stay where he is, shut down by the argument that you were, in fact, about to make out on the couch and that Jin is letting you stay with him on your “True Romance crime-fueled road trip” as he put it.

You don’t talk about it. You find that you don’t have to when Dabi tries to explain, and Jin shuts him up by putting some colorful cartoon on tv and telling him that he’ll take the both of you in no matter what you’ve done. Dabi lets it go.

And it’s nice, sitting there with them, eating colorful cereal and mindlessly watching tv. It feels normal, a place where you and Dabi don’t have to keep moving, don’t have to be constantly looking over your shoulders or wondering where you’ll go next. A life that stands still.

It’ll all be worth it, you think.

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Hello! Can I ask for a jealous Reki x fem!reader? (If u want you can change to gn reader) tbh I don’t really have any plot ideas so you can just do whatever you like with jealousy but maybe he confronts whoever is talking to his girlfriend? I’m not sure…, ofc you can ignore this I hope you are taking care of yourself and drink lots of water and eating lots of food and ofc sleeping!! :3

Reki + Reader - Jealous

Another night at “S”, and the crowd was already gathering for another thrilling night of death defying, spine tingling, nail biting excitment of skating escipades. 

The “Grand March” of skaters had just finished, with the traditional cheers of fans for Joe and Cherry drowning out the sounds of the music behind you, along with some new cheers for Snow and Reki. It was nice to see your boyfriend finally getting the recongition he deserved. And all he had to do was topple a king.

“Hey cutie,” You turn around from watching your friends bask in their moment in the sun, to see an obnixous looking guy and his equally obnxious looking girlfirend leering at you. “I saw you here last weekend. Can I buy you a drink?”

“I’m here every weekend.” You reply in response to his lame pick up line. “I already have a drink.” You’ll stick to your bubble tea over whatever danger zone no-no drink this creep might bring you, thanks.

He doesn’t take the hint. “Well, me and my girl were gonna head out. There’s no good beefs here tonight. Thought we’d like to see if you want to come along. The more the merrier, as they say.” The grin on his face making him look even more leering and gross.

“Your girl ok with that?”

“Oh yeah!” The bimbette glued to his arm cheered, with lightening fast response. “I’m not like a prude or anything. I like cute girls like I like cute guys. Equal opportunity.”

“But I bet he doesn’t let you go home with cute boys, does he?”

The couple seemed offended for a moment, but recover. “Do you want to come or not??”

“Not.” 

You said as you turn away from the weirdest conversation of your life. Missing the hand reaching out to grab your shoulder, before it’s grabbed just before it landed on you. “She said no.”

You turn back around and are surprised to find Reki there. Not just that he was there, but the look in his eyes. You’d never seen him so mad, not even in a beef, with how mad he looked at this guy right now. His gaze burning almost as red as his hair.

The guy flinched, but quickly pulled his arm away and said you ‘weren’t worth it’ and the adventerous couple went to find someone else to paw off on. “Jerk.”

“Reki, are you ok?” You ask when you’re alone, and he turned to look at you. Back to his normal self.

“Yeah, I’m ok.” He said while rubbing his head. “That guys is such a jerk. He’s always been that way. Even before I missed up his board order. But for him to say you’re not worth it, he’s the worst.”

“So....are you mad that he wanted me to have a threesome with him and his girlfriend? Or that he didn’t think I was worth fighting the threesome for?”

Reki turned bright red and started to stammer. “B-B-B-Both! I mean! No! Neither! I didn't like that he was talking to you like that, but it also made me mad that he said you weren’t worth it! You’re great! You’re worth everything! But that jerk thought he could take you away! I’ll show him! I’ll skate him into the ground right--” You lean in to give Reki a peck on the lips before he started hyperventilating.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You assure him. “Let’s go watch the races. I bet Langa is already in line for his to start.

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can u do a bucky smut?? maybe one where the reader is really turned on by bucky throwing the shield and he teases her about it 🤫

You ran your hand along Bucky’s forearms, fingernail grazing a raised scar near his wrist. “This one?”

You’d been asking him about his scars lately, pointing out particular ones to see if he’d remember how he got them. Usually, he didn’t, but it made him remember other things, too.

He frowned, grazing down at the mark. “That one was when I was 16, and Steve thought it was a good idea for us to climb down the fire escape to make it to some girl’s party down the street. Rusty nail, lots of blood. Surprised I didn’t get an infection, honestly.”

You grinned, leaning in for a kiss as you intertwined your fingers. “My tough guy, bet you didn’t even cry.”

Bucky laughed. “Like a baby, but anyone who would remember is dead.” His smile faltered slightly, but he shrugged it off, lifting your hand up to his lips. “Gotta go make sure Wilson doesn’t decapitate himself with that shield.”

You watched him head towards Sam, who was still trying to get the hang of throwing the shield. You leaned against the porch, licking your lips as you observed Bucky take it from him, effortlessly throwing the shield in a perfect line towards the target, the vibranium slicing through the air so quickly you hardly saw it before it lodged itself in the tree.

You felt a full body shiver go through you at the sight. God, you’d never seen Bucky actually throw the shield before, and the combination of that arm and the shield... the power he held. You had a hard time breathing.

And Bucky had a hard time missing your reaction. He watched you too closely to miss anything, any slight change in your body language went unnoticed by the man who made it his life’s mission to keep you safe.

You looked up from where you were admiring his hands to see his smirk, and felt your face heat immediately. God, he missed nothing.

You made it through the rest of training (Christ, now that you’d seen it once, you couldn’t get enough of him with that shield, and he knew it), dinner and dessert before he brought it up.

“Me with the shield, huh?” he murmured when you were both in bed, you trying to get into the book you bought at the airport last week.

You blushed, but pretended to focus on the words in front of you. “It was... interesting to watch, I guess.”

Bucky hummed, training butterfly-soft kisses down your arm. “Yeah? ‘Cause from the way you were starin’, I could swear you were a bit turned on, doll.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling your arm away and trying to will the red from your cheeks down. “Bucky, I wasn’t—“

“It’s okay, it kinda turns me on that it turns you on, baby.”

Your book hit the floor and your lips were on Bucky’s before he had a chance to react, pulling a surprised groan from him.

It wasn’t until ten minutes later, when he had you sitting on his lap with your back to his chest, fucking you hard enough to where you could hardly choke out, “Okay, it was hot.”

Bucky grinned, his fingers rubbing the perfect circles on your clit that made you scream, sucking on a spot on your neck that was sure to leave a mark. “Yeah?” he whispered in your ear, a particularly hard thrust making you clutch at his arm.

You panted, so close to cumming you were afraid he would stop if you didn’t agree.

“Yea, yes, yes, Bucky, the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, don’t stop—“

Your orgasm crashed through you, and you could faintly hear Bucky let out a moan as he followed you. You felt weak in his arms, letting his maneuver your body back down onto the bed when you both came down from your highs.

Bucky pressed a kiss to your shoulder, moving your damp hair away from your neck and licking a drop of sweat off your skin before he murmured, “Guess I better start using the shield in front of you more, baby.”

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Dark Paradise

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Pairing: dark!WandaNat x fem!reader

Summary: You meet the infamous Avengers on spring break with your best friend Peter, and two of them seem to adore you more than expected. Requested here by my lovely 🐞anon.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!!! dark themes, manipulation, mind control, blackmailing, age gap (reader is 21), dubcon (saying this just to be safe because Wanda uses her powers for evil a lot here), smut: oral, fingering, penetration/sex toy use, voyeurism (kinda), edging, overstimulation (if I forgot something please let me know!)

A/N: hi this is 6k words, which is the longest single fic I’ve ever written/posted here haha. also the end is not technically the end, if you know what I mean. anyway this took forever to write so enjoy this super far from canon fic and please tell me what you thought!! (also if you’re on my taglist and you weren’t tagged it’s because your age wasn’t in your bio)

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“Here, let me take that for you,” Peter offers when he notices you headed toward the car, and you hand your suitcase to him with a smile.

“Thanks, P.”

You close the car door behind you after getting in on the passenger side, instantly reaching for his phone resting on the dashboard once you were buckled in. The two of you had an unspoken rule that you controlled the music whenever you traveled together, so his library was filled with various playlists you’d created simply because you didn’t trust him not to listen to the same five songs for the rest of his life.

“This is different,” Peter comments as he gets in on the driver’s side and catches the opening notes to an upbeat song. “I thought you were going to go with something calmer to help you sleep, like you usually do.”

“Well, I’m not usually going to meet the Avengers, so I’m too nervous to sleep.” You turn to pout at him as he drives off. “Is it too late to cancel?”

“Don’t even think about it. If I show up without you, everyone will think you’re imaginary.”

“Do they think you can’t make any friends outside of Ned?” you question as you open a bottle of water. “Because they’re not wrong.”

“I can make friends!” Peter whines and a quiet snorting sound escapes you. 

“You can’t use me as an example.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re not actually friends.”

He picks up on your teasing nature and rolls his eyes, causing you to laugh as you lean back and settle into your seat more. You had well over three hours to stress about spending a week with the world’s most popular superheroes, and you’d rather be comfortable while you do so.

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“Wake up, we’re here!”

Your eyes fly open at the sound of Peter’s voice, and any of the nerves that left long enough to let you sleep made a U-turn and hit you again, full force. Sitting up straight in the seat, you practice breathing properly while stretching and taking a look around as he pulls into the garage.

“Are you okay?” Peter asks once he parks, placing a hand over yours as he meets your gaze and you smile.

“I’ll be fine, P. I’m not gonna miss out on hanging out with you just because your super family is super intimidating.”

“Good. Besides, it won’t even be that bad! I’m willing to bet $1 million that they’ll love you.”

“I appreciate your optimism,” you tell him as the two of you get out of the car. “But you’re going to regret that bet when I use your money to retire early in some faraway rural town.”

Peter carried both suitcases as you made your way to an elevator, and you jumped when you suddenly heard a male voice.

“Welcome, Mr. Parker and Ms. L/N.”

“What is that?” you questioned as you faced Peter with wide eyes and he chuckled. 

“You’re hearing Jarvis, Mr. Stark’s AI. Hey Jarvis, can you take us to the common room, please?”

“Right away, Mr. Parker.”

“This is so cool,” you comment as you look around the suddenly moving elevator. “How does it know my name?”

“Knowing everything is kind of its job, I guess.”

“Underoos!” a voice calls as soon as the doors open, quickly revealing itself to belong to Tony Stark as his gaze lands on you next. “So she is real.”

“I told you!” Peter defends as you step off the elevator together. “Mr. Stark, this is Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, kid,” Tony greets you with a shake of your hand. “I’m glad he found you. I was starting to worry that he’d build a robot to spend the rest of his life with.”

“I’m just his best friend, so it’s still possible.”

“Is this your friend, Peter?” Steve cuts off Peter’s response as he enters the room, moving to shake your hand next. “I’m Steve. Nice to meet you.”

“Okay, I’m going to show her to our rooms and then we’ll be back for dinner,” Peter tells everyone once you’d been introduced to Pepper, Bruce and Clint as well, and you’re about to head for the elevator again when someone interrupts.

“How about we take her down to her room instead?”

Your eyes widen as you watch none other than Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff enter the room hand in hand. Natasha’s hair seemed much longer than the last time she’d been in the public eye, but her all-knowing smirk was just the same and her green eyes were even more piercing in person. You noticed a bit of red glowing in Wanda’s eyes, which faded as she probably realized you’d seen, and you couldn’t help but wonder if that meant she hated you already.

“I know what you’re up to, Red.” Tony seemed accusatory as he pointed a finger at the pair. “You can’t bribe her into helping you cheat tonight.”

“Maybe I planned on giving her tips for surviving this testosterone filled tower.” 

Natasha steps forward and grabs your hand with her free one, and with a flick of her wrist, Wanda has your suitcase floating in front of you as they lead you into the elevator.

“Sorry to whisk you away like that,” Wanda apologizes as the doors close with her head tilted to see you past Natasha. “We’re just excited to meet a new woman here.”

“No, it’s okay!” you insist breathlessly, your nerves slowly returning as Natasha lightly squeezes your hand. “I’m actually really excited to meet the two of you.”

“You know who we are?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I know you personally, but I know that you’re one of the original team members.” You make eye contact briefly with Natasha before turning to Wanda. “And because the news stations somehow get ahold of everything, I know you joined after you helped everyone stop Ultron before he could create that indestructible body and destroy the world.”

“Yes, that’s true. Although I wish I could’ve saved my brother, too.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you lost him...or that you even had a brother.”

“It’s okay,” Wanda assures you with a smile as she lets go of Natasha, shifting to the other side of the elevator to grab your free hand. “I asked Fury to keep Pietro a secret because I didn’t want to see or hear any negative opinions from people that never even met him.”

“And we have plenty of time to get to know each other,” Natasha chimes in as the doors open to reveal a new setting. “This is our floor. We set up a spare bedroom here so we can spend time together away from the boys...when you’re not with Peter, of course.”

“Yeah, that’d be great!” 

They lead you past their living room and kitchen, and you shamelessly admire the simple decor with little personal touches spread about. Turning into a hallway, Natasha walks ahead of you and Wanda to open a door to a bedroom.

“What do you think?” she asks with a smile that widens upon seeing your expression. “I’m guessing it’s good, then.”

“It’s perfect!” you cry out as you walk past to enter the room, immediately noticing the eggshell colored walls trimmed with your favorite color along the borders. “Wow, this is four times the size of a normal bedroom. Wait a minute.”

“Do you like it?” Wanda asks when she sees you pick up the glass figurine on the nightstand. “Peter mentioned your love of this animal and I have a whole collection of them from different places.”

“Like it? I love it! I have the same one in my dorm room!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I can get you a different one.” She steps forward as she brings your suitcase to the floor beside the bed and you hug the small object close to your chest. 

“Like I said, it’s perfect,” you assure her with a grin, which brings one to her own face.

“Well, I’m glad you’re happy with the set up. When you’re ready to head up to dinner, we’ll be waiting by the elevator. Also, if you ever need anything, our room is right across the hall.”

Natasha points to the closed door a few feet away, and you acknowledge her statement with a nod before they leave the room, closing your door nearly all the way behind them. You flop down on the bed with a dreamy sigh as you gaze up at the ceiling with a night sky painted on it.

“I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave this place.”

-

On the elevator ride up to join everyone for dinner, Natasha and Wanda take turns asking you questions about your classes and any friends you’d made, what you liked to do when you weren’t studying. You had to admit that the level of interest they had with you was shocking but flattering, especially when they insisted you sit between them at the table to continue your conversation.

“You don’t seem to be nervous anymore,” Peter acknowledges as you sit down, and Wanda faces you immediately.

“Were you nervous about meeting us?”

“Well, yeah,” you answer timidly, avoiding catching anyone’s curious glances by directing a glare toward Peter. “You might be normal people in here, but to the rest of the world, you’re portrayed as powerful and untouchable beings.”

“Maybe when they’re not talking about how much damage we’ve caused,” Bruce mumbles under his breath as the elevator doors opened again. 

“I’m here, I’m here!” a voice calls as footsteps hurry toward the dining area, and Sam Wilson is revealed as he rounds the corner. “Sorry, I’m late. I was--”

“On a date, we know. You only told us that 500 times.”

“Don’t be jealous, old man. You’re married.” Sam grins at Clint as he sits next to him before his attention turns to you. “Do we have a newbie?”

“No, Mr. Wilson. This is my best friend, Y/N.”

“Call me Sam, kid.” He smiles at you as he goes for his silverware, and you’re just about to acknowledge him when his expression suddenly turns serious. “I’m sorry. You’re not a kid. You’re an independent and capable adult, and I should address you as such.”

“What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know.” Sam clears his throat and shakes his head as if he was clearing his mind. “I just suddenly felt the need to correct myself…You have any powers we should know about, Y/N?”

“No!” you quickly respond with widened eyes. “I wasn’t going to say anything, actually. I’m pretty used to older people calling me kid by now.”

From your left side, Natasha asks Clint to recall an embarrassing tale for you and the table livens up again, but you can’t seem to move past the unsettling way Sam shifted gears from calm and casual to uptight and disciplined. The image stayed with you through the rest of dinner even after he seemed to fully recover, until dishes were cleared away and replaced with games, and you suddenly had a lot more to focus on.

“I just don’t think it’s fair that he gets to be on your team again when I haven’t had him once.”

“Is anything fair with the guy who could use his personalized AI to cheat for him?”

“Could I do that? Yes. But have I done that? Maybe.”

“Wanna grab some fresh air with us?” Natasha suddenly asks you, causing you to frown.

“Aren’t we about to play another game?”

“It’ll take them another half hour before they finally decide something,” Wanda assures you as her fingers thread through yours gently. “We have plenty of time, and they won’t even notice we’re gone.”

They lead you by the hand to the elevator once more, going up a few floors before leading you out onto a balcony. Because you were so much higher than most of the surrounding buildings, there was an incredible view of the sun that was probably minutes away from disappearing to the other side of the world. The air is chillier than when you’d arrived, but you had to admit that standing in the cool breeze is worth a few goosebumps on your skin. Your hands are released as you reach a bench near the ledge, and you climb over it to sit as the other two women settle on either side of you.

“Why did Peter decide to share his secret with you?”

“Technically he didn’t,” you recall with a laugh. “He’d gone out to deal with something that activated his spider sense or whatever and I came to his dorm room to sleep after an exam because I was too tired to walk all the way to my place. Anyway, I walk in at the same time he’s coming back in through the window, and I swear we both sat there for a full two minutes before either of us could think of anything to say.”

“It’s still very nice of you to keep such a big secret for him,” Natasha praises, and your laughter quiets down as you take in her words.

“I guess I just know what it feels like to not want your life to change drastically because of one thing.” Your gaze shifts between the women for a moment. “That reminds me, I wanted to ask--”

“Wait, look at this!” Wanda quickly cuts you off with an enthusiastic grin. “You’re about to witness one of my favorite things about living here.”

She directs you to lean over and look at the streets as the sun finally disappears over the horizon, and you can’t help the small gasp that escapes you. Street lights begin turning on at what seems to be the center of the city and quickly spreading, increasing the radius of well-lit neighborhoods by the second. It was a mesmerizing sight that--until every lamp was on--nearly made you forget the question you were building toward.

“That was so cool!” you express honestly before clearing your throat awkwardly. “So I wanted to ask if the two of you were dating...or in a relationship or whatever. I mean, I don’t want to assume anything of course, just wondering because you share a room and floor, and you seem to be really into holding hands.”

“Well, I’d never really been into holding hands or a lot of other forms of affection before I met Wanda, but she seemed to flip some switch inside of me.” Natasha admitted with a bashful chuckle as she glanced at Wanda before turning to study you. “And your hands are so perfect to hold.”

“To answer your question, we are together.” Wanda rests a hand on your thigh and casts a sweet smile in your direction when you face her again. “Natasha was the first to give me a chance after everything with Ultron, and initially I thought I was just feeling grateful to receive some type of positive attention from someone other than Pietro. It wasn’t until Tash called me out on staring at her lips that I realized I wanted more than friendship.”

“The only reason I did was to confirm she was feeling the same things I’d finally come to terms with myself.” Natasha chuckles as Wanda sends over a bit of red mist to squeeze her own thigh. “What about you, love?”

“What about me?”

“Do you think you’re feeling more than friendship for Peter?”

“Oh no,” you quickly denied with a chuckle. “He’s the perfect example of a great boyfriend, but not my boyfriend. Plus I’d rather not have the same experience as MJ did.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, the ‘close friends to a relationship that ends with each person pretending the other doesn’t exist’ experience. I’d rather not.”

“Yeah, that does sound messy,” Natasha sighs as she subtly rests her hand on your other thigh. “So you’re not looking for a great boyfriend. What are you looking for then?”

“Nothing really, at least until I finish school, but having a girlfriend would be nice. I’d like to be with someone that respects me and can take care of themselves when I’m not around, because I tried the ‘caring for someone’ thing and it sucks when they don’t put in the same effort that you do.”

“Maybe you should try someone older, more mature,” Natasha suggests as she shifts to squeeze your knee lightly, and you start to feel a bit nervous about where she’s going with this. “Maybe two people that already have their shit together and would go to the ends of the earth to please you.”

“Okay, um…” You push both of their hands away with a bit of difficulty. “You both seem great and you’re incredibly attractive, but I’m not really interested.”

“Don’t worry about it, detka.” Natasha pushes your shoulder down as you try to get up, and Wanda cups your cheek with her hand.

“You may not be interested now…” She stands with Natasha and leans in to kiss your forehead, letting her lips linger on your skin as she continues. “But you will be.”

She pulls away and winks before lacing her fingers through Natasha’s as they leave the balcony, and you gasp in air as the tension they’d built seems to exit behind them. You finally decide to head back once you’ve taken a few minutes to catch your breath and calm your shaking limbs, but you wonder how long the calm will truly last.

-

You found yourself waking up suddenly and practically flying into a sitting position as if someone had pulled you up, but luckily the room is empty. You sit for a moment to catch your breath and survey your surroundings to assure you’re truly alone, and you notice your door is cracked right before you hear an unidentifiable sound.

“Fuck.”

Despite every fiber of your being screaming at you as one would do to a character in a horror film, you decide to climb out of bed to investigate what you were hearing, justifying your actions with the excuse of seeing if your floor-mates were in danger, as if you could save them. A few seconds after opening your door fully and peeking out made you realize that they were more than okay.

“Fuck! Right there, please don’t stop.”

“Such a dirty mouth, malyshka.”

You’re quick to return the door to its cracked position, leaning against the nearby wall with wide eyes as you attempt to process the image across the hall. The bedroom door sits wide open, giving you the chance to examine every inch of bare skin of the two women spread across the bed, Wanda resting on her arched back with her hands in Natasha’s red hair buried between her legs. Her moans seem to raise in volume, pitch and frequency as she’s brought closer and closer to the edge, and you ignore the warm feeling in your lower abdomen as you hurry back to bed and throw a pillow over your exposed ear.

-

“Good morning.”

Your free hand quickly shoots upward to catch your water glass as it slipped through your fingers in your moment of shock, and you try not to make a deal of hearing two sets of footsteps headed toward the kitchen.

“How’d you sleep last night? I know how scary it can be to rest your eyes in a new place.”

“I think I did pretty well,” you answer quietly as you step away from the fridge and lean against a section of the counter that faces out into the rest of the room. “The bed’s really nice.”

“You’re lying,” Wanda accuses as she crosses the room, eyes turning red and hands lifting toward your face.

“What are you--”

“Couldn’t sleep because of us, right?” She chuckles when you go limp under her touch, and Natasha ducks between the two of you to save your glass for the second time. “Did you enjoy hearing us that much?”

“You did sound really good,” you tell her with a drowsy smile as she pins you against the counter to keep you from falling.

“I bet you wish you were in my place, don’t you?” Her tone is light and teasing at first, becoming a bit stern as she shifts to push her thigh between your legs and you instantly roll your hips against the pressure. “Or maybe you want to taste me while Natasha fucks you?”

“No.”

“No?!” she fires back immediately, leaving a red mist around your temples as she grabs your waist with both hands to keep you grinding against her. “You mean you don’t want to cum right now?”

“Well, now that you mention it…”

A breathy moan escapes you as your eyes flutter closed, and if your head wasn’t being forcefully held in place, it would’ve tipped backward. You feel what must be Natasha’s fingertips grazing along your jaw and tracing a line down the side of your neck and toward your shoulder, repeating the gentle motion as goosebumps appeared all over the exposed skin.

“Is everyone decent?”

The fog behind your eyes seems to clear in seconds, and you blink in confusion when you open your eyes to see Natasha and Wanda making coffee nearby. You try to recall even coming into the kitchen, but everything from the moment you stepped into the bathroom to get ready is a blur, so you shake your head and reach for your glass of water on the counter as Natasha responds.

“Come in, Peter.”

“Morning, everyone,” Peter greets cheerfully as he enters the kitchen, his grin falling when his eyes land on you. “Are you okay?”

You open your mouth with the full intention of telling him that you are not okay, not when you were missing at least an hour of memory, and bits of last night were slipping away from you too. But before you could speak, a cold feeling seems to pass through the back of your skull to slip into your brain, and a switch flips.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you respond with a chuckle. “You worry too much, spiderling.”

“The world’s a stressful place,” he grumbles when you playfully ruffle his hair. “Anyway, are you ready to go soon?”

“Where are you headed?” Natasha quickly asks with a frown. “Y/N hasn’t even had breakfast yet.”

“We’re meeting Aunt May, so we’ll eat with her.”

“I just have to grab my bag,” you explain before heading down the hall to your temporary room, feeling the chilly sensation leaving you as you get further away from the kitchen, and it thankfully doesn’t return when you head back. “Ready.”

“Have fun!” Natasha calls as Peter heads for the elevator again, quickly grabbing your wrist once he’s out of sight. “See you tonight, printsessa.”

Her hand quickly shifts to grip the back of your neck as she leans in to kiss your cheek, and the two women are wearing sweet smiles as you turn away from them to catch up with Peter, attempting to shake the shell-shocked expression from your features.

“You sure you’re good?”

“I’m fine,” you insist as the doors close, in hopes that you really would be fine.

-

Meeting Peter’s aunt was much more of a pleasant experience than you expected, and it was obvious she adored you by the way she spoke to you, although part of you felt she was just happy Peter had more people around to love him. Your day was cut a bit short when MJ unexpectedly approached Peter, requesting to talk to him, and Aunt May offered to drive you back to the tower so you both could escape that awkward mess of a conversation.

“It was so great to meet you today,” you tell her with a grin as you take off your seatbelt.

“Likewise, honey. You have my number so just call me if you ever need anything, okay?”

She pulls you into a hug over the middle console and you thank her again for the ride as you get out of the car, trying not to seem too nervous when you notice Natasha and Wanda standing in the lobby. Your plan was to walk past them without speaking, but you should’ve known that wouldn’t work.

“Why was she hugging you?” Natasha asks coldly as you enter the building and you sigh.

“She was just saying goodbye--wait. Why am I explaining myself to you?”

You keep walking until they’re no longer in your peripheral, stopping abruptly as a red mist surrounds your legs, and your eye-rolling is cut short when Wanda appears in front of you and grabs your chin harshly.

“If Tash asks you a question, you answer.”

“Without attitude,” Natasha adds, which makes you want to roll your eyes again.

“Sorry, I didn’t get the rules handbook when I arrived. Can I go now?”

“You know what?” Wanda cuts off Natasha’s angry response with a smirk. “You can go.”

The red mist surrounding you disappeared, and despite the suspicious feeling that washed over you, you continued on toward the elevator with your head held high. You refused to let them get to you.

-

It was subtle at first. A slight tingling between your legs that you couldn’t seem to get rid of. In the very beginning, you were worried that something was wrong until you realized where the feeling was coming from when it turned into slow circles around your clit as you caught up with Peter in his room. By dinner, there was the added sensation of fingers curling inside you at a steady pace, and you hoped no one would notice your hips slightly bucking under the table as you attempted to repeatedly chase a release that never came.

A movie follows dinner today, and you make sure to cover yourself with a large blanket because you were still being edged and you couldn’t stop moving at this point. You even try to slide your hand into your sweatpants to finish the job yourself, and your jaw clenches in anger every time your fingers lock up because you know who’s responsible.

“Okay, you win!” you announce as you walk into the kitchen on Natasha and Wanda’s private floor, not missing the look shared between the two women. “I’m sorry I was rude earlier. Can you please just stop teasing me?”

“How about we help you finish instead?”

You should decline. You should just say ‘no’ because letting them finish you off tonight will turn into an attachment that you know you don’t want, nor are you ready for. Inviting them in will be equivalent to selling your soul, and you’re not sure you want to put a price on it. But the ache below your stomach is persistent, and if they won’t let you touch yourself, someone has to do it.

“Fine.”

“Don’t be so grumpy about it,” Wanda teases as she grabs your hand and starts leading you toward their bedroom. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

She pushes you back onto the surprisingly large bed as soon as you’re close enough, instructing you to take off your shirt and bra while she watches. Once your top half is completely exposed, she leans forward to run her hands from your shoulders down toward your nipples, circling them with her thumbs until they harden.

“I don’t like being teased.”

“Oh, you don’t?” she asks in a mocking tone as she reaches for the band of your sweatpants and pulls them down, placing her palm over the wet spot in your panties. “Then what’s this?”

“Please,” you beg through a quiet moan, bucking your hips again when she presses her thumb against your clit through the fabric. “Please just fuck me already.”

“Patience, detka.”

You watch with wide eyes as Natasha and Wanda both strip away their own sweatpants, revealing the toys tied to their legs. Natasha goes to untie hers while Wanda uses her powers to rip away your ruined panties in one fluid motion.

“There she is.”

Natasha puts her hand on Wanda’s back and forces her to bend over, and you bite your lip as her eyes flutter closed and mouth falls open while Natasha thrusts into her. You’re just about to grab Wanda’s hand to lead her where you want, when her eyes open suddenly with a glowing red surrounding her pupils, and your wrists are bound together over your head by an invisible force.

“Did you forget who’s in charge here?”

“Don’t get too cocky, malyshka,” Natasha reminds her as she grabs a fistful of her hair and slams into her, causing Wanda to moan and giggle at the same time.

“My apologies, Tash.”

You couldn’t help your sigh of relief as Wanda finally slid two fingers inside of you, her thrusts deepening each time as Natasha fucked her toward you with her hands on her hips. The sounds coming from your mouth and between your legs were embarrassingly loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as she brought you closer and closer to the edge, until a loud whine escaped you as she removed her fingers and delivered a slap to your glistening folds.

“Tell me who this belongs to,” she orders through her own moans, holding you down when you begin grinding into her hand. “I’m gonna cum regardless of what you do, so you’d better answer. Be a good girl like I know you can.”

“Yours!” you cry out finally, sighing when Natasha leans into your line of sight with a brow raised. “It’s yours and Natasha’s.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She slips back into you without warning, and your back arches off the bed as she finally brings you to orgasm. She continues to thrust into you as you whine and squirm away, luckily slowing down and finally stopping as Natasha makes her cum a minute later, leaving the strap inside of her as they both catch their breath. Wanda pulls out of you and sits up to lean against her, holding her hand up between them as they both clean your cum off her fingers with their tongues, and you sit there clenching around nothing as you watch.

“You seem tired,” Natasha comments as her eyes land on you again.

“Too bad we’re not done.”

Wanda flips you onto your stomach with a quick motion of her fingers, using her hands to pull you by the waist until you’re on your knees at the edge of the bed, and she holds one side of your waist as she delivers a slap to your ass this time. Her touch lingers as she pulls away to free her own strap, and you nearly fall over when you feel the tip of the toy rub against your clit.

“Wait, let me fuck her this time.”

You hear their soft laughter as they switch places, sharing a kiss in the process, and you gasp when a hand wraps around your neck and pulls you up against Natasha’s chest.

“I like having you this close to me, printsessa,” she whispers in your ear, chuckling when you melt against her as she pushes the tip of her strap into you. “How many times do you think I can get you to cum?”

Her grip on your throat is loose as she allows you to adjust to the size, tightening suddenly when she slams into you once, twice, until every thrust is at a rough pace that you wouldn’t be able to handle if she wasn’t holding you against her by the waist. You feel that same tingling circling your clit again, occasionally traveling upward to tease your nipples as well, and it wasn’t long before you were releasing a strangled scream as you climaxed.

Natasha eventually stops thrusting into you as your legs shake, and you breathe out another sigh of relief when she allows you to fall onto the mattress. However, the relief is short-lived when you realize that she only paused to let Wanda push into her from behind, and it wasn’t long before the two of them found a rhythm that was pleasing them and ruining you.

Your wrists are freed as Natasha pulls out of you some minutes later, and you collapse onto one side of the bed with your body aching a bit from a third orgasm, your eyes only halfway open as you watch the pair. They remove the straps from their waists and set them aside, and you become a bit more alert when you notice Natasha grab what seems to be a double-ended dildo.

“No more. I can’t,” you mumble tiredly as your wrists are bound by Wanda’s power again.

“One more, and you can,” she tells you as she flops onto the bed beside you, and that red mist surrounds her fingers again as she guides you onto your knees to hover above her face. “You wanted to cum, so you don’t get to run from this.”

Her hands grab your waist and pull you closer, and you release a shuddering moan as her tongue runs past your hole and over your clit, teasing it a few times with the tip of her tongue before diving in to wrap her lips around it. She alternates between sucking your clit and slipping inside you as Natasha climbs on the bed behind you to position herself with the new toy. 

“Fuck,” Wanda attempts to say once Natasha begins thrusting, and you fall forward as the vibration of her moans become too much, whining when Natasha slides her hands over your breasts and pulls you back up again.

“Take it all like a good girl.”

She keeps pulling until your head drops against her, and she moans against your neck while she kisses and sucks on your skin, bouncing faster on Wanda who groans loudly in response as she attempts to match each thrust. The hums of her voice has you grinding against her tongue, and you yelp when Natasha bites down just as Wanda brings you over the edge. She keeps going despite your protests, managing to get you to cum once more before they finally do.

You lie there with your bones feeling like jelly as you’re covered with a blanket minutes after everyone’s bathroom trip, too tired to even fight for sleeping in your own bed as Natasha and Wanda slide in on either side of you.

“You did so well tonight, detka,” Wanda praises as she strokes your cheek with a loving stare. “I can tell you’ll be a great addition to our relationship. I knew it from the moment I saw you.”

“I’m not doing this again,” you insist as the smile fades from her expression. “I’m not getting in a relationship with two women that don’t take ‘no’ for an answer, and I’d prefer sleeping in my own bed.”

“You’re already in a relationship with us, printsessa,” Natasha growls as she shoves you back down when you try to get up, and you push her hand away.

“There’s nothing you can say that’ll make me want to be with you.”

“It’s not about what you want to do. It’s about what you have to do.” She grabs your phone from the nightstand, and you’re somehow not even surprised when she unlocks it on the first try. “Because it’d be a shame if someone was to tell Peter about all the nudes you have of him.”

You snatch the phone from her grip, eyes widening as you scroll through your camera roll, finding naked pictures of Peter scattered throughout it. You check the date on the oldest one and began to feel nauseous when you saw it was taken not even a month after the two of you met.

“Don’t think you’ll be deleting those either, because we can replace them and make things worse.” Her smile was falsely sweet and troubling as she grabbed your chin to force you to make eye contact. “We’ve gone this long without having you, and we’ll do whatever it takes not to lose you.”

-

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** sour  sentence  starters.

brutal.

“  i think that i’ll die before i drink.  ”

“  i'm so caught up in the news of who likes me and who hates you.  ”

“  i'm so tired that I might quit my job, start a new life.  ”

“  they'd all be so disappointed  because who am I if not exploited?  ”

“  where's my fuckin' teenage dream?  ”

“  if someone tells me one more time "enjoy your youth," I'm gonna cry.  ”

“  i'm anxious and nothing can help.  ”

“  i wish I'd done this before.  ”

“  i wish people liked me more.  ”

“  all I did was try my best.  ”

“  this the kind of thanks I get?  ”

“  they say these are the golden years.  ”

“  i wish I could disappear.  ”

“  god, it's brutal out here.  ”

“  i feel like no one wants me.  ”

“  i only have two real friends.  ”

“  lately I'm a nervous wreck.  ”

“  i love people I don't like.  ”

“  i hate every song I write.  ”

“  i'm not cool, and I'm not smart.  ”

“  i can't even parallel park.  ”

“  got a broken ego, broken heart.  ”

“  i don't even know where to start.  ”

traitor.

“  brown guilty eyes and little white lies.  ”

“  i played dumb but I always knew.  ”

“  i kept quiet so I could keep you.  ”

“  ain't it funny how you ran to her the second that we called it quits?  ”

“  ain't it funny how you said you were friends?  ”

“  it sure as hell don't look like it.  ”

“  you betrayed me.  ”

“  i know that you'll never feel sorry for the way I hurt.  ”

“  loved you at your worst but that didn't matter.  ”

“  guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor.  ”

“  there's no damn way that you could fall in love with somebody that quickly.  ”

“  ain't it funny, all the twisted games, all the questions you used to avoid?  ”

“  remember I brought her up and you told me I was paranoid?  ”

“  i wish that you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you.  ”

“  you gave me your word but that didn't matter.  ”

drivers  license. 

“  i got my driver's license last week.  ”

“  just like we always talked about.  ”

“  today I drove through the suburbs crying 'cause you weren't around.  ”

“  you're probably with that blonde girl.  ”

“  she's so much older than me.  ” 

“  she's everything I'm insecure about.  ”

“  how could I ever love someone else?   “

“  i know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one.  ”

“  i just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone.  ”

“  guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me.  ”

“  all my friends are tired of hearing how much I miss you.  ”

“  I kinda feel sorry for them because they'll never know you the way that I do.  ”

“  i still see your face in the white cars, front yards.  ”

“  can't drive past the places we used to go to because I still fuckin' love you.  ”

1  step  forward,  3  steps  back.

“  i called you on the phone today.  ”

“  all I did was speak normally.  ”

“  you got me fucked up in the head.  ”

“  like am I pretty? am I fun?  ”

“  i hate that I gave you power over that kind of stuff.  ”

“  it's always one step forward and three steps back.  ”

“  i'm the love of your life until I make you mad.  ”

“  do you love me, want me, hate me? i don't understand.  ”

“  maybe in some masochistic way I kind of find it all exciting.  ”

“  which lover will I get today?  ”

“  will you walk me to the door or send me home cryin'?  ”

“  it's back and forth, did I say somethin' wrong?  ”

“  it's back and forth, goin' over everything I said.  ”

“  i'd leave you, but the roller coaster's all I've ever had.  ”

deja vu.

“  strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two?  ”

“  i bet she's braggin' to all her friends, sayin' you're so unique.  ”

“  so when you gonna tell her that we did that, too?  ”

“  that was our place, I found it first.  ”

“  i made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you.  ”

“  do you get déjà vu when she's with you?  ”

“  do you call her, almost say my name?  ”

“  i hate to think that I was just your type.  ”

“  don't act like we didn't do that shit too.  ”

“  play her piano, but she doesn't know that I was the one who taught you Billy Joel.  ”

good  4  u.

“  well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily.  ”

“  you found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks.  ”

“  remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world?  ”

“  good for you, I guess that you've been workin' on yourself.  ” 

“  i guess that therapist I found for you, she really helped.  ”

“  now you can be a better man for your brand new girl.  ”

“  well, good for you, you look happy and healthy.  ”

“  not me, if you ever cared to ask.  ”

“  good for you, you're doin' great out there without me.  ”

“  i've lost my mind.  ”

“  i've spent the night cryin' on the floor in my bathroom.  ”

“  it's like we never even happened.  ”

“  what the fuck is up with that?  ”

“  good for you, it's like you never even met me.  ”

“  remember when you swore to god i was the only person who ever got you?  ”

“  well, screw that and screw you.  ”

“  you will never have to hurt the way you know that I do.  ”

“  maybe I'm too emotional.  ”

“  your apathy's like a wound in salt.  ”

“  maybe I'm too emotional  or maybe you never cared at all.  ”

“  like a damn sociopath.  ”

enough  for  you.

“  i wore makeup when we dated because I thought you'd like me more.  ”

“  i know that you loved before.  ”

“  tried so hard to be everything that you like.  ”

“  i read all of your self-help books so you'd think that I was smart.  ”

“  stupid, emotional, obsessive little me.  ”

“  i knew from the start this is exactly how you'd leave.  ”

“  you found someonе more exciting.  ”

“  you left me there cryin', wonderin' what I did wrong.  ”

“  you always say I'm never satisfied but I don't think that's true.  ”

“  all I ever wanted was to be enough for you.  ”

“  maybe I'm just not as interesting as the girls you had before.  ”

“  you couldn't have cared less about someone who loved you more.  ”

“  i'd say you broke my heart but you broke much more than that.  ”

“  i don’t want your sympathy, i just want myself back.  ”

“  don’t you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded?  ”

“  don't you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing?  ”

“  don’t tell me you’re sorry, feel sorry for yourself.  ”

“  someday i’ll be everything to somebody else.  ”

“  you’ll be the one crying.  ”

happier.

“  we broke up a month ago. ”

“  your friends are mine you know.  ”

“  you’ve moved on, found someone new.  ”

“  i thought my heart was detached from all the sunlight of our past.  ”

“  she’s so sweet, she’s so pretty.  ”

“  does she mean you forgot about me ?  ”

“  i hope you’re happy but not like how you were with me.  ”

“  i’m selfish i know. i can’t let you go.  ”

“  find someone great, but don’t find no one better.  ”

“  i hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier.  ”

 “  do you tell her she’s the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen?  ”

“  an eternal love bullshit you know you’ll never mean.  ”

“  remember when i believe you meant it when you said it first to me?  ”

“  now i’m picking her apart like cutting her down will make you miss my wretched heart.  ”

“  she’s beautiful, she looks kind.  ”

“  she probably gives you butterflies.  ”

“  i wish you all the best, really.  ”

“  say you love her, just not like you loved me.  ”

“  think of me fondly when your hands are on her.  ”

jealousy  jealousy.

“  i kinda wanna throw my phone across the room.  ”

“  all i see are girls too good to be true.  ”

“  i know their beauty’s not my lack but it feels like that weight is on my back.  ”

“  comparison is killing me slowly.  ”

“  i think i think too much.  ”

“  i’m so sick of myself, i’d rather be anyone else.  ”

“  my jealousy started following me.  ”

“  i see everyone getting all the things i want.  ”

“  i’m happy for them, but then again, i’m not.  ”

“  i can’t stand it.  ” 

“  oh god i sound crazy.  ”

“  their win is not my loss, i know it’s true.  ”

“  i can’t help getting caught up in it all.  ”

“  all your friends are so cool.  ”

“  you go out every night.  ”

“  you’re living the life.  ”

“  i want to be you so bad, and i don’t even know you.  ”

“  all i see is what i should be.  ”

favourite  crime.

“  know that i love you so bad.  ”

“  i let you treat me like that.  ”

“  i was your willing accomplice.  ”

“  i watched as you fled the scene.  ”

“  doe-eyed as you buried me.  ”

“  the things i did just so i could call you mine.  ”

“  the things you did. well, i hope i was your favourite crime.  ”

“  you used me as an alibi.  ”

“  i crossed my heart and you crossed the line.  ”

“  i defended you to all my friends.  ”

“  every time i siren sounds, i wonder if you’re around.  ”

“  you know that i’d do it all again.  ”

“  it’s bittersweet to think about the damage that we’d do.  ”

“  i was going down but i was doing it with you.  ”

“  i say that i hate you with a smile on my face.  ”

“  look what we became.  ” 

hope  ur  ok.

“  his parents cared more about the bible than being good to their own child.  ”

“  wore long sleeves because of his dad.  ”

“  somehow we fell out of touch.  ”

“  hope he took his bad deal and made a royal flush.  ”

“  don’t know if i’ll see you again someday.  ”

“  i hope that you’re okay.  ”

“  her parents hated who she loved.  ”

“  she was brought into a world where family was merely blood.  ” 

“  with the courage to unlearn all of their hatred.  ”

“  we don’t talk much.  ”

“  i miss you and i hope that you’re okay.  ”

“  address the letter to the holes in my butterfly wings.  ”

“  nothing’s forever, nothing is as good as it seems.  ”

“  when the clouds are ironed our and the monsters creep into your house, every door is hard to close.  ”

“  i hope you know how proud i am.  ”

“  i hope that you’re happier today.  ”

“  i love you and i hope that you’re okay.  ”  

[misora-msby]

embarrassing moments with inarizaki

inarizaki always looks so cool but you know they’re actually dorks and i am here to provide you the content to show theyre clowns. enjoy the headcanons :)

Kita Shinsuke

firstly. kita shinsuke being embarrased? making a mistake? unheard of.

he’s a perfect man and we all know it.

anyways

you two were having a nice dinner out together. 

it was a pretty fancy place so you decided to dress in a different style today

but you were beginning to wonder if kita liked it or not because he seemed to keep looking past your shoulder instead of at you

he was an observant guy so you were wondering if something had happened behind you

but you couldn’t hear anything weird so you assumed not

you decided to just stay quiet about it at first but now it was beginning to become annoying! 

why wasn’t he looking you in the eye to speak?

midway through your dinner, kita finally spoke up tho

“y/n, your shirt is slipping... yer bra’s showing.”

oh.

right. you were wearing your off-shoulder top.

“o-oh. shin, it’s that kind of shirt, you know?” you had to explain your outfit to ur bf with a pink face.

“oh... that so... well it’s cold these days so if yer feelin’ cold lemme know. i’ll give ya my jacket.”

GOD HES SO PERFECT KITA SHINSUKE I HOPE U MARRY HIM???????

Ojiro Aran

another man with next to no flaws.

but nature says everyone has to make some mistake.

so it was a regular school day, our aran has just come to class from morning practice and there’s still some time left until class starts.

all the girls in class are gathered around a table

he’s not sure why, it’s probably watching an idol video

but ur man wants to be a little romantic!!

plus he just showered so he smells Great uwu

he goes over and hugs you from behind, placing his chin on ur head.

“hey, bb whatcha ya doin”

all the girls gasp.

he doesn’t get whats wrong, it’s not like it’s a secret y’all are dating

pda to this level aint bad either

especially compared to his teammate miya atsumu

“ojiro aran.”

why is your voice behind him

he looks down and nearly faints when he sees he hugged the wrong girl.

to be fair she looked a lot like you from behind, just maybe 1cm shorter.

“i’m so sorry!” he keeps apologising to literally everyone and all the class is giggling bc they never seen their school’s ace so red before.

“didn’t think i’d come back from the toilet and see my bf cheatin”

“IT WAS A MISTAKE! I’M SERIOUS! Y/N U KNOW I LOVE YA!” 

hes so funny i swear

the volleyball team hears of it and it gets even better 

Miya Atsumu

it’s not a secret that miya atsumu, setter of the inarizaki volleyball team and invited to national youth training camp, had a gf

he was very much in love with u 

the whole class knew it because he’d show it off whenever he could too

so here comes valentines day

last year he received like... 50 different gifts from girls and guys aiming to win his love.

you didnt even give him one lmAOOOOO 

but this year, he had been not so subtly trying to hint that “i better not receive any chocolates this year when i’ve got a gf!”

he reaches school and plops into his seat.

there’s an anonymous box of chocolates with “please accept my love, miya-kun! <3″ on it

“the hell’s this?!”

“oh? chocolates?” - osamu who just popped his head into the class to shove into his twin’s face how much chocolate he got.

especially since the blond was off limits, the grey-haired twin had a bigger following now.

“do they not know i have a girlfriend...”

“well, ya might as well eat it. ya dont know who to return it to.”

“that’s like receivin’ their love!”

“no it ain’t. it’s just food.”

atsumu couldn’t argue with that and popped a piece in.

it was very delicious. the chocolate practically melted on his tongue and was the perfect sweetness and was filled with a delicious ganache too.

it was perfect

but he couldn’t accept this!

“it ain’t even good. too sweet and the filling’s sticky.”

“ah. really? is that what you think, tsumu?” you ask from the door where you had been watching the exchange take place.

“y/n! look at this! some weirdo gave me some choco and like... samu said to test it but i’ll toss it out, promise.”

“tsumu, i made that... i wrote it anonymously because i thought you’d know it was me and i wanted to tease you a little.”

“huh.”

osamu: “yeah actually i went over to her place to teach her how to make it.”

atsumu: “you said you went to suna’s place?!”

osamu: “i went there later but i first went to help her.”

you: “anyways if it’s not good i don’t mind if you toss it out...”

tsumu: “NO NO BABE I PROMISE IT’S GOOD”

you: “you just said-”

“BABE I SWEAR IT’S GOOD I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO ACCEPT A STRANGER’S STUFF”

“you’re always so honest though... are you sure?” you were having your fun teasing him now.

“BB PLSSSSSS”

he still cringes at the memory 4 years into ur marriage

Miya Osamu

osamu would DEFINITELY make home made dinner dates a regular thing.

this alone shows he’s the better twin - miya atsumu stan

he loves cooking and eating with you so sometimes when he’s got a day off you guys’ll set aside the afternoon to make a real nice dinner

imagine candlelit dinner with miya dorito body osamu in a suit

of course some fun stuff happens after too ;)))

and today’s your third anniversary!!

so osamu adds lots of ‘natural aphrodisiacs’ to the meal

i’m talkin

garlic bread and soup for an appetiser, a nice juicy steak with garlic and red wine sauce for the main, and chocolate coated strawberries for dessert

mm yummy

you two cleaned your plates completely (it was very delicious) and as you were washing the dishes, osamu comes up behind and wraps his arms around your waist

“yes, ‘samu?” 

“i’ve already prepared us a nice bath with yer favourite scents.” he’s got his head resting on ur chin

“really? thank you~ i’ll be there in a bit”

but he doesn’t let go of you while you’re still scrubbing at the baking sheets.

“osamu, you can let go for now.”

“don’t feel like it.”

“i gotta wash the dishes since you did most of the cooking.”

“mmm, i’ll do it if ya gimme a kiss.”

you roll ur eyes bc what a cutie 

u turn ur head to give him a kiss but suddenly he 

he burps

that garlicy wine smell is just kinda there

“ew! ‘samu!!”

his face is real red but he’s also trying not to laugh because he’s still a dude and this is absolutely hilarious to him

“want another?” he starts teasing

“i’m not getting in the bath with you.”

“wait wait wait i’m sorry, i’ll go brush my teeth and give you a proper kiss”

Suna Rintarou

you two were taking the train home today

it was quite late due to practice going a little longer than usual, so he insisted he walked you back home today.

sunarin can be a good boyf sometimes ok

it was getting a little crowded on the train tho, since people were heading home or going out for dinner

luckily you had already grabbed seats so you were quite comfortable sitting side by side. 

you and suna have the type of relationship were you dont have to talk all the time

silence is v comfy.

he’s just scrolling through twitter on his phone while you’re looking around the car, lost in ur thoughts

suddenly you notice an old lady standing a little bit away from you and you stand up

“baa-san, please take my seat.” you whisper in the crowded carriage

“oh how kind of you. thank you, dearie.” she smiles and takes your seat while you stand in front of her and suna instead.

suna doesn’t realise this exchange has happened tho

(he’s on his phone as usual)

probably starting some fights on twitter

he decides to try to be a little romantic and pretends to stretch his arm around (who he thought was) you.

“rin.” 

why is your voice right in front of him?

“young man, i appreciate it but i’m married.”

suna jumps as he sees someone he did not recognise next to him.

he looks up and notices you had moved.

you’re giggling

the granny’s giggling

atsumu and osamu sitting opposite on the carriage look like they’re going to cry because they’re trying not to laugh

“i was just stretching. really.” he mumbles and crosses his arms, face red as a tomato

he’s so embarrassed.

Ginjima Hitoshi

sometimes the inarizaki vbc would go for an after practice snack at the nearby family mart

they were really hungry after an intense preparation for nationals which was in two weeks so kita insisted they all get something to fill them up on the way home

but lucky lucky ginjima hhehe

you (his classmate who he had a crush on) were working at the cash register today.

“welcome!” you greet everyone as they enter

he cant help but stiffen up a bit 

why are u so cute and cheery today

the 2nd years already know what to do.

“heyy, i think last week i bought ya that ramen right? ya owe me my konbini snacks today!” - atsumu

“yeah. you lost a bet to me last week so u gotta pay up. a pack of jelly fruit sticks please.” - suna

“forgot my money today, mind payin’ for my snacks too?” - osamu

“like hell i’m paying for all of you. especially you, osamu. you eat too much all the time.” 

aran’s noticed what’s going on,

“hey, if it’s just for today you can do it right? if ‘samu don’t pay ya back tomorrow i’ll nag him ‘til he does.” 

“fine...” his basket is full when he goes to the counter.

he’s trying his best not to have a red face while watching u scan the items, ur hair swaying slightly as u look back and forth between the objects and the screen.

“alright. 4,890 yen please!” GOD he hated how expensive it was, that’s almost all his weekly allowance but bc it’s u and ur voice saying it it’s kinda ok

“mm, ok.” he still has his eyes on you while he takes out his wallet and puts it on the counter.

yes

his wallet, not the money

“...” “...”

“excuse me, sir. this is...”

he almost slaps his face wtf he’s so embarrassed.

“s-sorry. just a little absent minded after practice.” he starts pulling out his cash.

“it’s fine! i know how hard you guys practice!” you smile while performing the rest of the transaction and pass him his big bag of goods. “good luck for nationals, ginjima-kun!”

he almost runs out of the store and is about to fight the rest of the 2nd years for watching and (suna) recording

[ddudumemes]

SOUR SENTENCE STARTERS 

(( collection of ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY THREE sentence starters taken from OLIVIA  RODRIGO’s first album ‘ SOUR ’ . ))

001.  BRUTAL  . ‘  i  think  that  i'll  die  before  i  drink  .  ’ ‘  who  likes  me  ??  ’ ‘  who  hates  you  ??  ’ ‘  who  am  i  if  not  exploited  ??  ’ ‘  where's  my  fucking  teenage  dream  ??  ’ ‘  i  don't  stick  up  for  myself  .  ’ ‘  i'm  anxious  and  nothing  can  help  .  ’ ‘  and  i  wish  i'd  done  this  before  .  ’ ‘  and  i  wish  people  liked  me  more  .  ’ ‘  all  i  did  was  try  my  best  ,  this  the  kinda  thanks  i  get  ??  ’ ‘  i  wish  i  could  disappear  .  ’ ‘  ego  crush  is  so  severe  .  ’ ‘  god  ,  it's  brutal  out  here  .  ’ ‘  i  feel  like  no  one  wants  me  .  ’ ‘  and  i  hate  the  way  i'm  perceived  .  ’ ‘  i  only  have  two  real  friends  .  ’ ‘  lately  ,  i'm  a  nervous  wreck  .  ’ ‘  i'm  not  cool  ,  and  i'm  not  smart  ,  and  i  can't  even  parallel  park  .  ’ ‘  got  a  broken  ego  ,  and  broken  heart  .  ’ ‘  god  ,  i  don't  even  know  where  to  start  .  ’

002.  TRAITOR  . ‘  i  played  dumb  ,  but  i  always  knew  .  ’ ‘  i  kept  quiet  so  i  could  keep  you  .  ’ ‘  ain't  it  funny  how  you  ran  to  her  the  second  that  we  called  it  quits  ??  ’ ‘  ain't  it  funny  how  you  said  you  were  friends  ??  now  it  sure  as  hell  don't  look  like  it  .  ’ ‘  you  betrayed  me  .  ’ ‘  i  know  that  you'll  never  feel  sorry  for  the  way  i  hurt  .  ’ ‘  you  talked  to  her  when  we  were  together  .  ’ ‘  loved  you  at  your  worst  ,  but  that  didn't  matter  .  ’ ‘  it  took  you  two  weeks  to  go  off  and  date  her  .  ’ ‘  guess  you  didn't  cheat  ,  but  you're  still  a  traitor  .  ’ ‘  there's  no  damn  way  that  you  could  fall  in  love  with  somebody  that  quickly  .  ’ ‘  remember  i  brought  her  up  and  you  told  me  i  was  paranoid  ??  ’ ‘  god  ,  i  wish  that  you  had  thought  this  through  before  i  went  and  fell  in  love  with  you  .  ’ ‘  you  gave  me  your  word  ,  but  that  didn't  matter  .  ’ 003.  DRIVERS  LICENSE  . ‘  i  got  my  driver's  license  last  week  .  ’ ‘  you  were  so excited for  me  .  ’ ‘  and  you're  probably  with  that  blonde  girl  who  always  made  me  doubt  .  ’ ‘  she's  everything  i'm  insecure  about  .  ’ ‘  how  could  i  ever  love  someone  else  ??  ’ ‘  i  know  we  weren't  perfect  but  i've  never  felt  this  way  for  no  one  .  ’ ‘  i  just  can't  imagine  how  you  could  be  so  okay  now  that  i'm  gone  .  ’ ‘  guess  you  didn't  mean  what  you  wrote  in  that  song  about  me  .  ’ ‘  you  said  forever  ,  now  i  drive  alone  past  your  street  .  ’ ‘   all  my  friends  are  tired  of  hearing  how  much  i  miss  you  .  ’ ‘  they'll  never  know  you  the  way  that  i  do  .  ’ ‘  today  ,  i  drove  through  the  suburbs  and  pictured  i  was  driving  home  to  you  .  ’ ‘  i  still  fuckin'  love  you  ,  babe  .  ’ ‘  i  still  hear  your  voice  in  the  traffic  .  ’ ‘  i  know  we're  through  but  i  still  fuckin'  love  you  .  ’

004.  1  STEP  FORWARD  ,  3  STEPS  BACK  . ‘  all  i  did  was  speak  normally  .  somehow  ,  i  still  struck  a  nerve  .  ’ ‘  you  got  me  fucked  up  in  the  head  ,  boy  .  ’ ‘  never  doubted  myself  so  much  .  ’ ‘  am  i  pretty  ??  am  i  fun  ??  ’ ‘  i  hate  that  i  give  you  power  over  that  kinda  stuff  .  ’ ‘  it's  always  one  step  forward  and  three  steps  back  .  ’ ‘  i'm  the  love  of  your  life  until  i  make  you  mad  .  ’ ‘  do  you  love  me  ,  want  me  ,  hate  me  ??  ’ ‘  i  don't  understand  .  ’ ‘  maybe  in  some  masochistic  way  i  kind  of  find  it  all  exciting  .  ’ ‘  which  lover  will  i  get  today  ??  ’ ‘  will  you  walk  me  to  the  door  or  send  me  home  crying  ??  ’ ‘  did  i  say  something  wrong  ??  ’ ‘  it's  back  and  forth  ,  going  over  everything  i  said  .  ’ ‘  did  i  do  something  wrong  ??  ’ ‘  maybe  this  is  all  your  fault  instead  .  ’ ‘  i'd  leave  you  ,  but  the  rollercoaster's  all  i've  ever  had  .  ’

005.  DEJA  VU  . ‘  so  when  you  gonna  tell  her  that  we  did  that  too  ??  ’ ‘  that  was  our  place  ,  i  found  it  first  .  ’ ‘  i  made  the  jokes  you  tell  to  her  when  she's  with  you  .  ’ ‘  do  you  get  déjà  vu  when  she’s  with  you  ??  ’ ‘  do  you  get  déjà  vu  ??  ’ ‘  do  you  call  her  ,  almost  say  my  name  ??  ’ ‘  let's  be  honest  ,  we  kinda  do  sound  the  same  .  ’ ‘  i  hate  to  think  that  i  was  just  your  type  .  ’ ‘  now  i  bet  you  even  tell  her  how  you  love  her  .  ’ ‘  don't  act  like  we  didn't  do  that  shit  too  .  ’ ‘  you're  tradin'  jackets  like  we  used  to  do  .  ’ ‘  a  different  girl  now  ,  but  there's  nothing  new  .  ’ ‘  i  know  you  get  déjà  vu  .  ’

006.  GOOD  4  U  . ‘  good  for  you  ,  i  guess  you  moved  on  really  easily  .  ’ ‘  you  found  a  new  girl  and  it  only  took  a  couple  weeks  .  ’ ‘  remember  when  you  said  that  you  wanted  to  give  me  the  world  ??  ’ ‘  good  for  you  ,  i  guess  that  you've  been  workin'  on  yourself  .  ’ ‘  i  guess  that  therapist  i  found  for  you  ,  she  really  helped  .  ’ ‘  now  you  can  be  a  better  man  for  your  brand  new  girl  .  ’ ‘  well  ,  good  for  you  you  look  happy  and  healthy  ,  not  me  ,  if  you  ever  cared  to  ask  .  ’ ‘  good  for  you  you're  doin'  great  out  there  without  me  ,  baby  ,  god  ,  i  wish  that  i  could  do  that  .  ’ ‘  i've  lost  my  mind  ,  i've  spent  the  night  cryin'  on  the  floor  of  my  bathroom  .  ’ ‘  you're  so  unaffected  ,  i  really  don't  get  it  but  i  guess  good  for  you  .  ’ ‘  well  ,  good  for  you  ,  i  guess  you're  gettin'  everything  you  want  .  ’ ‘  it's  like  we  never  even  happened  baby  ,  what  the  fuck  is  up  with  that  ??  ’ ‘  good  for  you  ,  it's  like  you  never  even  met  me  .  ’ ‘  remember  when  you  swore  to  god  i  was  the  only  person  who  ever  got  you  ??  well  ,  screw  that  ,  and  screw  you  .  ’ ‘  you  will  never  have  to  hurt  the  way  you  know  that  i  do  !!  ’ ‘  maybe  i'm  too  emotional  but  your  apathy's  like  a  wound  in  salt  .  ’ ‘  maybe  i'm  too  emotional  or  maybe  you  never  cared  at  all  .  ’ ‘  maybe  i'm  too  emotional  .  ’ ‘  your  apathy  is  like  a  wound  in  salt  .  ’ ‘  maybe  you  never  cared  at  all  .  ’ ‘  good  for  you  you're  doin'  great  out  there  without  me  ,  baby  ,  like  a  damn  sociopath  .  ’

007.  ENOUGH  FOR  YOU  . ‘  i  wore  makeup  when  we  dated  'cause  i  thought  you'd  like  me  more  .  ’ ‘  tried  so  hard  to  be  everything  that  you  liked  .  ’ ‘  i  knew  how  you  took  your  coffee and  your  favorite  songs  by  heart  .  ’ ‘  i  read  all  of  your  self-help  books  so  you'd  think  that  i  was  smart  .  ’ ‘  i  knew  from  the  start  this  is  exactly  how  you'd  leave  .  ’ ‘  you  found  someonе  more  exciting  the  nеxt  second  ,  you  were  gone  .  ’ ‘  you  left  me  there  cryin'  ,  wonderin'  what  i  did  wrong  .  ’ ‘  and  you  always  say  i'm  never  satisfied  but  i  don't  think  that's  true  .  ’ ‘  all  i  ever  wanted  was  to  be  enough  for  you  .  ’ ‘  and  maybe  i'm  just  not  as  interesting  as  the  girls  you  had  before  .  ’ ‘  but  god  ,  you  couldn't  have  cared  less  about  someone  who  loved  you  more  .  ’ ‘  i'd  say  you  broke  my  heart  but  you  broke  much  more  than  that  .  ’ ‘  i  don't  want  your  sympathy  ,  i  just  want  myself  back  .  ’ ‘  i  just  want  myself  back  .  ’ ‘  don't  you  think  i  loved  you  too  much  to  be  used  and  discarded  ??  ’ ‘  don't  you  think  i  loved  you  too  much  to  think  i  deserve  nothing  ??  ’ ‘  but  don't  tell  me  you're  sorry  .  ’ ‘  feel  sorry  for  yourself  .  ’ ‘  someday  ,  i'll  be  everything  to  somebody  else  .  ’ ‘  you  say  i'm  never  satisfied  but  that's  not  me  ,  it's  you  .  ’ ‘  all  i  ever  wanted  was  to  be  enough  .  ’ ‘  i  don't  think  anything  could  ever  be  enough  for  you  .  ’ ‘  nothing's  enough  for  you  .  ’

008.  HAPPIER  . ‘  you've  moved  on  ,  found  someone  new  .  ’ ‘  i  thought  my  heart  was  detached  from  all  the  sunlight  of  our  past  .  ’ ‘  does  she  mean  you  forgot  about  me  ??  ’ ‘  i  hope  you're  happy  but  not  like  how  you  were  with  me  .  ’ ‘  i'm  selfish  ,  i  know  ,  i  can't  let  you  go  .  ’ ‘  find  someone  great  ,  but  don't  find  no  one  better  .  ’ ‘  i  hope  you're  happy  ,  but  don't  be  happier  .  ’ ‘  do  you  tell  her  she's  the  most  beautiful  girl  you've  ever  seen  ??  ’ ‘  remember  when  i  believed  you  meant  it  when  you  said  it  first  to  me  ??  ’ ‘  and  now  i'm  pickin'  her  apart  like  cuttin'  her  down  will  make  you  miss  my  wretched  heart  .  ’ ‘  she's  beautiful  ,  she  looks  kind  ...  she  probably  gives  you  butterflies  .  ’ ‘  i  wish  you  all  the  best  ,  really  .  ’ ‘  say  you  love  her  ,  just  not  like  you  loved  me  .  ’ ‘  think  of  me  fondly  when  your  hands  are  on  her  .  ’

009.  JEALOUSY  ,  JEALOUSY  . ‘  i  kinda  wanna  throw  my  phone  across  the  room  .  ’ ‘  i  know  their  beauty's  not  my  lack  .  ’ ‘  i  can't  let  it  go  .  ’ ‘  comparison  is  killin'  me  slowly  .  ’ ‘  i  think  i  think  too  much  'bout  kids  who  don't  know  me  .  ’ ‘  i'm  so  sick  of  myself  .  ’ ‘  i'd  rather  be  anyone  else  .  ’ ‘  my  jealousy  started  followin'  me  .  ’ ‘  i'm  happy  for  them  ,  but  then  again  ,  i'm  not  .  ’ ‘  oh  god  ,  i  sound  crazy  .  ’ ‘  their  win  is  not  my  loss  .  ’ ‘  i  can't  help  gettin'  caught  up  in  it  all  .  ’ ‘  all  your  friends  are  so  cool  ,  you  go  out  every  night  .  ’ ‘  you're  livin'  the  life  .  ’ ‘  i  wanna  be  you  so  bad  and  i  don't  even  know  you  .  ’ ‘  all  i  see  is  what  i  should  be:  happier  .  prettier  .  ’ ‘  all  i  see  is  what  i  should  be  .  ’ ‘  i'm  losin'  it  ,  all  i  get's  jealousy  .  ’

010.  FAVORITE  CRIME  . ‘  know  that  i  loved  you  so  bad  i  let  you  treat  me  like  that  .  ’ ‘  i  was  your  willing  accomplice  .  ’ ‘  i  watched  as  you  fled  the  scene  .  ’ ‘  one  heart  broke  ,  four  hands  bloody  .  ’ ‘  the  things  i  did  just  so  i  could  call  you  mine  .  ’ ‘  the  things  you  did  …  well  ,  i  hope  i  was  your  favorite  crime  .  ’ ‘  you  used  me  as  an  alibi  .  ’ ‘  i  defended  you  to  all  my  friends  .  ’ ‘  now  every  time  a  siren  sounds  i  wondеr  if  you're  around  .  ’ ‘  'cause  you  know  that  i'd  do  it  all  again  .  ’ ‘  i  hope  i  was  your  favorite  crime  .  ’ ‘  it's  bittersweet  to  think  about  the  damage  that  we'd  do  .  ’ ‘  i  was  goin'  down  ,  but  i  was  doin'  it  with  you  .  ’ ‘  i  say  that  i  hate  you  with  a  smile  on  my  face  .  ’ ‘  look  what  we  became  .  ’ ‘  i  hope  i  was  your  favorite  crime  ,  'cause  baby  ,  you  were  mine  .  ’

011.  HOPE  UR  OK  . ‘  his  parents  cared  more  about  the  bible  than  being  good  to  their  own  child  .  ’ ‘  he  wore  long  sleeves  'cause  of  his  dad  .  ’ ‘  somehow  ,  we  fell  out  of  touch  .  ’ ‘  don't  know  if  i'll  see  you  again  someday  but  if  you're  out  there  ,  i  hope  that  you're  okay  .  ’ ‘  she  raised  her  brothers  on  hеr  own  .  ’ ‘  she  couldn't  wait  to  go  to  college  .  ’ ‘  she  was  brought  into  a  world  where  family  was  merely  blood  .  ’ ‘  we  don't  talk  much  ,  but  i  just  gotta  say  i  miss  you  and  i  hope  that  you're  okay  .  ’ ‘  nothing's  forever  ,  nothing  is  as  good  as  it  seems  .  ’ ‘  well  ,  i  hope  you  know  how  proud  i  am  you  were  created  .  ’ ‘  but  ,  god  ,  i  hope  that  you're  happier  today  .  ’ ‘  'cause  i  love  you  and  i  hope  that  you're  okay  .  ’