#i'll bite your ear off and see who's mature then

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🚿┆revenge is sweet

jeong yunho x fem! reader

│synopsis: the one where you need to teach your boyfriend a lesson

│genre: smut

│trigger warnings: mature/sexual content, light dom(reader)/sub themes, mild sexual teasing/denial, handjob

│roulette prompt 27 + yunho + shower

You storm into your hotel room with a scream on your lips. "JEONG YUNHO!" Looking around, you find your boyfriend lounging on the bed, scrolling through his phone with a knowing smile. He doesn't even flinch at your outburst, which only fuels your anger.

"Oh, hi honey," he drawls, not bothering to look up. "Did you enjoy shopping?"

You hurl your purse onto the chair. "Did. I. Enjoy. Shopping?" you ask through gritted teeth, hands planted on your hips, fury radiating off you. "What the fuck is that reel you posted, hm?"

You'd been mindlessly scrolling through Instagram when you saw it - a casual thirst trap of him fresh out of the shower, water droplets still clinging to his bare chest, hair damp and tousled. The way he'd run his fingers through it, that knowing smirk on his face... He knew exactly what he was doing.

"You mean my GRWM reel?" he asks innocently, finally looking up at you. "I was just showing my morning routine."

"Morning routine my ass," you seethe. "You were practically naked!"

He sits up slowly, setting his phone aside. "What's wrong with that? My fans like seeing me take care of myself."

"Your fans?" You scoff, pacing the room. "You mean all those people thirsting over your little show?"

Yunho's eyes follow your movement, his smile growing wider with each step you take. "Ah... I see what this is about."

You glare at him. "What?"

He rises from the bed in one fluid motion, crossing the room to you. His fingers catch your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "You're jealous, aren't you?" His thumb grazes your lower lip as he murmurs in a low, challenging voice, "Then do something about it."

You surge forward, crushing your lips against his in a bruising kiss, determined to remind him exactly who he belongs to.

"You have no idea what you sign up for," you tease as you bite his lip. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging sharply.

He groans into your mouth, his hands gripping your waist tightly. "Show me then," he challenges when you pull back to catch your breath, "Show me what I signed up for."

You shove him back towards the bed, watching as he falls onto the mattress. You climb on top of him, pinning his wrists above his head. "I'll make sure everyone knows who you really belong to," Yunho's breath hitches as your nails scrape down his neck. "Maybe next time you'll think twice before teasing everyone like that," you purr, enjoying how he squirms beneath you. You palm his clothed crotch, and his confident façade shatters. "You're mine," you growl, watching his eyes flutter shut as a moan escapes his lips. You start unzipping his pants, and his hips buck up desperately against you. "Should I post a video of you like this?" you murmur against his mouth as you wrap your fingers around his hardening length. "Let everyone see how easily you fall apart for me?" You wet your palm before teasing your thumb over his sensitive tip, then slowly glide your hand down his shaft.

"Fu-fuck," he moans against your lips. His hips stutter as you twist your hand back up, slowly increasing your pace. You press your lips to his neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks - a reminder of who he belongs to.

"Who do you belong to?" you demand, but his only response is a desperate whimper as he arches into your touch.

"Baby, please," he whimpers as his muscles tense, his eyes rolling back. "Need to—mmph—feel you."

"Ah-ah," you tease, quickening your movement, "only good boys get to feel me." You whisper against his ear, "And you've been very, very naughty today." You softly squeeze around his base, and your hand stills its movement. Yunho lets out a desperate whine that makes you smirk.

"Who do you belong to?" you ask again, your voice commanding. When he still doesn't answer, you remove your hand completely, drawing another desperate sound from him.

"Y-you," he finally gasps out, his chest heaving. "I belong to you, only you, please—" he begs again, his voice cracking with desperation. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again, just please don't stop." His fingers dig into the sheets as he writhes beneath you. You smile mockingly as you run your thumb against his tip just before releasing his cock.

"See you later!" you chirp as you swing your leg off him, climbing off the bed.

"Wait, what?" Yunho props himself up on his elbows, looking at you with wide, desperate eyes. "Baby, please, you can't just—"

"Can't what?" you ask innocently, grabbing your purse from the chair. "I think I'll go grab some dinner. Maybe do some more shopping." You head towards the door, adding over your shoulder, "Maybe next time you'll think twice about posting thirst traps." The last thing you hear before closing the door is Yunho's frustrated groan, and you can't help but grin. Revenge is sweet.

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SOMNOPHILLA WITH SUKUNA PLEASE

SOMNOPHILIA WITH RYOMEN SUKUNA

Ryomen Sukuna x jujutsu sorcerer¡ Reader

TW ⚠️🔞: NSFW / MDNI / SMUT / SOMNOPHILIA/ SENSITIVE AND MATURE CONTENT. Minors and those who dont like this stuff PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT.

a/n: Thank you anon for requesting. This is my first time writing Somno related content so I hope you like it 🫰🏻

You lied there deep in your beautiful slumber. Leaning against your door frame, he watched in silence. His red eyes glowing in the darkness. It became a habit of Sukuna to secretly get into your room every single night to watch you sleep; very sound and peaceful.

But tonight he wanted more, he wanted to touch you.

Despite him being your boyfriend, your guilty pleasure, he couldn't get enough of you. The paradoxical nature of your relationship added to the thrill, and it excited him. To defy all the rules to break all the standards; a jujutsu sorcerer and the king of curses.

He hovered above your sleeping figure, his orbs closely memorizing each part of your face, getting them engraved in his mind.

Your light snores and soft hums made his cock harden.

He started with little touches; his big palms and long fingers gently roaming your exposed thighs, the curves of you waist and your chest, earning a moan from you that aroused him even more, giving him sinful ideas on how to fuck you in your sleep.

With a big smirk, he removed your shorts, along with your underwear, feeling your wetness.

“ Wet for me already...what a little whore”

“I didn't do anything yet..but I'll give it to you... I'll be your living dream”

Without a warning, he slipped two fingers inside you, making you jolt in your sleep. He checked to see that your eye lids remained closed, but your face scrunching up. His smirk grew wider, seeing how innocent and helpless you were under his control.

“weak human” he chuckled his bulge getting more obvious.

His fingers curled inside you as his long nails digged deep.

“So fucking warm”

The overwhelming pleasure got you tossing, closing your legs still deep in your sleep but his large hand forced them open again, more exposed for his eyes to enjoy the body he worships. He added another finger making sure to fuck you into your orgasm, his fingers worked faster; if you were awake your eyes would be rolling back reaching your brain. Your hands tugged on your bed sheets, as your moans became more audible, till you came.

His fingers now soaked in your fluids meeting the cold air, shoving them in his mouth. His long tongue licked them off, tasting your juices. His erection started hurting just from your taste, making it impossible for him to hold back anymore.

His eyes witnessed how your body and face relaxed after cumming in his hand.

“Nah, not yet, not yet..”

He stripped himself, lining his cock with your entrance..your pussy all wet and warm for him to disappear inside it. He started rocking slowly inside you. Your body tensed up, face twitching.

“Shh relax let me stretch you wide”

Your eyes remained closed, your heavy breathing and trembling whimpers filled the space. Your mind completely blank but fuzzy. If this was a dream you wouldn't want to wake up from it. Your walls tightned around him, he got a strong grip of your hips as he started thrusting faster.. eager to reach that beautiful feeling.

His lips leaving wet kissed on your neck, biting and licking.

You arched your back.. forehead and chest dripping with sweat.

“Hot , so fucking hot” he whispered next to your ear.

He groaned, releasing inside of you, your legs trembled from the strong orgasm. He pulled out, a silly laugh left his lips, proud of filling you up.

Your breathing got back to normal, your body relaxed again.. eyes still closed wandering in dreamland.

He kissed your nose tip, pulling the blanket on top of your body as you slept peacefully.

He ruined you, just to have you.

In the morning you found yourself naked, you knew that it wasn't just a dream but it was real raw pleasure. You smiled to yourself, Sukuna never failed in making you feel desired.

[zorosangell]

⛥ﾟ・。 protector: chapter one

synopsis: " you were supposed to stay a crewate, just another back to watch, " he tightened his hold, " i didn't even notice the change until i woke up one day and realized i'd take a bullet for you "

cw: violence, gore, fighting, mature themes, profanity, MAJOR/MINOR ANIME SPOILERS, follows the plot of the anime, slowww burn.

a/n: reposting from another account

"How much sake can this get me?" you asked in a low voice, slamming down a fistful of berries on the bar.

The entire place went silent at the sight of your wings, the white feathers making you look almost angel-like.

You furled them as the bartender cocked an eyebrow, taking the money, quickly counting it.

"Eh, a cup or two," he stated, a clear smirk on his face as he chuckled under his breath.

You sighed, furrowing your brow.

You unsheathed your mace and placed it on the bar, the dried blood from your last encounter speaking your message clearly.

The man was trembling as his hands went straight in the air, his annoyingly loud whimpering calling the attention of the entire bar.

"I'll ask you again... How much sake can this get me?" you asked, darkly, voice low as your eyes cut him where he stood.

"A bottle, alright! It'll get you a bottle! I'm sorry I tried to scam you! Please don't hurt me!" the man grovelled, tears streaming down his cheeks.

You scoffed, taking your weapon off the counter and sheathing it.

"Just get me the damn drink so I can get out of here," you rolled your eyes.

He frantically nodded his head before turning around, searching the wall full of booze.

"While you're at it... I got a question for you," you started, taking a seat.

The man visibly shivered at your tone.

"I heard this used to be a town where a lot of pirates used to stop. That true?"

"Y-Yeah. It's true. But that was before Captain Morgan made base here. Now, no pirate is daring enough to come anywhere near this village," the bartender nodded, his back to you as he searched the wall for some good sake.

You sighed, "Shame. I've been looking for a certain pirate. Was hoping you could point me in the right direction."

"If you don't mind, might I suggest you ask Roronoa Zoro," the man replied with a smile as he found the bottle, grabbing it and turning around.

'Roronoa Zoro?'

"The pirate hunter?" you asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"He's bound to have heard of the pirate you're looking for. They're keeping him in the marines' prison yard. Usually I wouldn't suggest my clients go breaking into marine property, but you seem strong," the man answered, sliding the bottles.

You grinned, grabbing it and biting off the cork, taking a swig, "Thanks, old man."

"No problem. Sorry for trying to pull a fast one on you," he sheepishly chuckled, waving goodbye.

With that, you got up from your seat, walking out the bar and onto the street.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" you asked a woman that was walking past, "Do you know how to get to the marine base?"

"Just keep walking that way and you should reach it," she smiled, pointing west.

"Thanks," you bowed, allowing your wings to sprout before taking off, the entire marketplace gasping at the sight.

You landed on the ledge of a stone wall that surrounded the prison yard, and saw Zoro bound to a wooden pole

"They really gave you the royal treatment," you chuckled, taking another swig of sake.

He ignored you.

Just then, a boy in a straw hat and a boy with pink hair popped up on both your sides.

"WHO ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE?! AND WHY DO YOU HAVE WINGS?!" the pink one shouted.

"You don't have to shout, kid," you grumbled, rolling your eyes as you rubbed the ear he shouted into.

"I'm sorry, but why are you here?" he apologized, scratching his wrist.

"Yeah! You wanna talk to him or something?" Strawhat asked, turning to you.

"Something like that," you replied, looking away from the two.

"Hey, you three," a deep voice growled from inside the yard.

The three of you looked over to the man of the hour, only to see he had his gaze already locked on you.

"You're an eyesore... Get lost."

"You're not exactly a pretty picture either," you scoffed, taking another swig.

Pink Hair started freaking out, but a girl climbing up a ladder shushed him, looking left and right before lowering a rope, climbing down.

She ran up to Zoro and they began to talk, she holding out something in her hands.

Just then, three guys started to walk over, two being marines and one blonde in a purple suit.

They started talking for a little bit, Blondie eating whatever was in the girl's hands and then spitting it out on the floor, stomping on it.

She started crying.

Blondie looked like he was telling one of his men to do something before a man grabbed her and threw her over the wall.

You quickly jumped in the air and caught her, landing back on the wall.

"Are you okay?" you asked, concerned.

She nodded her head and you sighed as you carefully put her down, Strawhat making his way over to Zoro.

When you got over there, he was feeding Zoro a muddy rice ball.

"What are you two doing?" you asked, cocking a brow at the weird sight.

"He was hungry," Strawhat shrugged.

"Shut up," Zoro spat.

"Whatever. I gotta have a word with you," you started, looking straight at Zoro

"Huh? Talk to me?" the man asked, confused, as he narrowed his eyes at you.

"Being out here so long must be making you deaf, too," you rolled your eyes.

"SHUT UP!" 

"Here's the deal. I'll untie you if you promise to join my crew," Strawhat chimed, completely interrupting your conversation.

"What?" Zoro cocked a brow.

'Deaf.'

"I run a pirate crew, and I'm looking for people to join up," the boy explained.

"No way! I'd never stoop to joining up with a criminal. Screw that business," Zoro scoffed.

"Says the man in marine custody," you smirked.

"Will you shut it!"

"And what's wrong with being a pirate?" Strawhat asked.

"They're despicable. Like I'd ever want to join up with one," Zoro answered.

"Oh, come on! Gimme a break. Everyone already knows you as some vicious bounty hunter always out for blood," Strawhat smiled.

"People can say whatever they want about me, but I've never done a single thing in my life that I regret. I will make it through this challenge. And after that, I'll accomplish what I want," Zoro smirked, looking you both in the eye.

"Wait, so you were challenged to stay here?" you asked, raising a brow.

"Yeah. So what?" Zoro glared.

"They're gonna execute you."

"Huh?" 

"You're the Roronoa Zoro, and challenge or no the marines can't let you go. They'd be a laughing stock," you explained.

"That's great. But I've already decided that you're going to be on my crew," Strawhat smiled, crossing his arms and still interrupting your conversation.

"What?! You can't do that!" Zoro barked.

"I hear you're one of the best swordsmen around," the boy started.

"I am one of the best swordsmen around. But that idiot captain's son took mine away," Zoro stated.

"Guess I'll just have to go get it back for you. So if you want your sword, you're just gonna have to join my crew."

"Now you're really pissing me off!"

Strawhat laughed as he ran off.

"Wait... he's actually gonna bust in there alone?" he asked.

"Looks like it," you called to the boy, pointing behind you with your thumb. "Strawhat! Pretty sure the base is the other way."

"Gum Gum Rocket!" he shouted, stretching his arm and shooting past you.

Zoro's eyes went wide.

"What the hell is this guy?" He asked himself.

"Another devil fruit user," you chimed.

"Another?" Zoro asked, cocking a brow.

"I ate the Angel-Angel Fruit. It's what gave me these angel wings," you clarified, unfurling your wings as proof.

He looked like he was thinking for a moment.

"You said you wanted to talk to me earlier. Why?"

"I need to know if you've seen a pirate. Doflamingo," you started, drawing your mace and looking at the spikes longingly.

You would give your right arm to drive them through Doflamingo's skull.

"Why?"

"He killed people very close to me and I need to bring him to justice. I figured since you are a pirate hunter, you would've seen something," you answered, brushing your fingertips against the sleek, wooden handle.

He paused for a moment, looking like he was taking in all of the information.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"(y/n)," you answered, lifting your gaze from your weapon and onto the swordsman.

His eyes were a deep onyx, full of ambition and drive, and easily able to slice your spirit with a single glare.

You felt a stirring awake in your stomach but suppressed it.

You looked left and right, and saw no marines in sight.

'Just do it.'

You sighed and tucked your mace back into your holster before standing up and untying him from the pole.

"What are you doing? That maniac is going to kill you for what you're doin' right now," Zoro stated, slightly surprised by your sudden decision.

"I'd like to see him try," you stated, still fiddling with the knot.

It was tied really tight.

"But you said you wanted to talk?" He asked.

"Can't talk to a dead man. I'll break you out, then we can talk afterwards," you answered, narrowing your eyes at the knot as you continued to fuss with it.

"How do you know I won't just leave you?" he asked again.

"I don't," you said simply, quickly glancing up him before turning your attention back to the ropes.

"End of the line," a raspy voice growled.

You both turned to see a man with an ax for a hand and a metal jaw approach you with a whole squad of men.

"For the crime of treason against me, I sentence you both to die where you stand."

You and Zoro narrowed your eyes him and you quickly stepped away from Zoro, drawing your mace.

They all drew their weapons and aimed for you.

"You've been pulling some interesting moves around here. What is this? Some kind of poorly executed coup you two planned with the straw hat?" Ax Hand asked.

"I've always fought alone like a real man does. Not like a coward who hides behind his wall of expendable cronies," Zoro spat.

"Roronoa Zoro. Don't you dare underestimate me. You may be a strong fighter, but under my authority, you're just the rat we throw out with the trash," Ax Hand spat back.

"That must make you the trash man," you chuckled, getting into a fighting stance.

Ax Hand furrowed his eyebrows and growled.

"Take aim!" he ordered.

They cocked their guns but you kept a stone-cold face.

"(y/n), get out of here," Zoro demanded, his tone unfaltering.

"Not a chance," you shrugged him off, keeping your eyes on the marines.

Just then, you heard glass shatter.

"Fire!" Ax Hand shouted.

The men fired their guns and you quickly outstretched your arms, getting ready to do your bullet-dodging technique when Strawhat landed right in front of you and Zoro.

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The Babysitter (20)

Is Someone Jealous?

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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Is Someone Jealous?

"Fuck college."

Natasha's head snapped up at your annoyed tone, a chuckle leaving her lips at the way you flopped into the chair opposite her, closing your eyes and groaning at the way your back hit the chair.

"Hello to you too," she teases, putting down her pen and watching you intently, your eyes fluttering open to see her amused green. "What's got you so moody?"

"College," you grumble, Natasha rolling her eyes at your obvious answer, her foot kicking yours under the table to make you look back at her and answer her properly. "It's just stressing me out. We have our mocks in a few weeks and all the teachers want to do is set us work that isn't going to be on any of the tests," you sigh out, leaning your back against the plastic chair, grimacing at how uncomfortable they were.

Natasha offers you a sympathetic look, closing up her workbook and turning all of her attention to you, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Fuck College," she repeats, making you laugh as she stretches, her back cracking satisfyingly after being hunched over a text book for the last hour or so, waiting for you to finish your class.

You both sat in a comfortable silence after that, your mind planning everything you needed to do to make sure you had enough time to do all your work and revision with breaks so you didn't burn out. The peaceful atmosphere was interrupted by your phone going off, the annoyed frown disappearing once having read the name at the top of the screen, a knowing and teasing smile tugging at the corner of the redhead's lips.

"I wonder who that could be," she chuckles out before taking a sip of her coffee, peering over the rim of the cup to watch you roll your eyes at her words, lifting the phone to your ear.

"Hey Detka," Wanda says in a rather quick tone, stress evident in her tone even through the phone.

"Hey, what's up?" you ask, noticing her displeased mood and irritated sigh leaving her lips.

"I'm currently back in the office and will be for a while," she explains, "Some idiot messed up one of the biggest deals of the year so I'm having to fix their fuck up."  You can tell she's extremely pissed by the way she curses under her breath at the person, the sound of people frantically working in the background briefly audible. "I don't think I'm going to be able to pick the twins up today, is there any chance you could? If not, I can call Pepper or Hope asking them if they could watch them."

"I can pick them up don't worry," you can hear the sigh of relief from her, smiling a little as you could imagine her biting her lip anxiously as she awaited your response. "I need to be there by three right?"

"Yeah, you'll see Pepper most likely there so just follow her to where you meet the boys, I'll message her and let her know to look out for you," you check the time and note you have plenty of time to get there, mostly likely going to persuade the woman opposite you to give you a lift. "I have to go now Detka so I will see you later," the sound of shuffling can be heard over the phone, the sound of someone directing her towards a meeting room indicating where she was going, "Thank you for doing this Dorogaya."

"No problem," you say genuinely, not minding in the slightest that you would have to get the twins, "Don't overwork yourself please and take care."

"I can't make any promises," she chuckles out, finding the way you care for her endearing, helping relax her nerves a little, "Bye Detka."

"Bye," you say just before she hangs up, Natasha grinning at you, teasing comments at the tip of her tongue. "Don't even start," you warn with a faux serious tone, the smile unable to be wiped off your face.

"Don't what?" she innocently says, "Tease you about being so in love? I would never," sarcasm drips from her tone, a laugh escaping you at that. "What was that about?"

"Wanda is stuck at work so I'm in charge of picking the twins up," you explain, "I need to be there by three..." she can guess where you're heading by the tone of voice, shaking her head playfully at you.

"Let me guess, someone would like a lift," she raises her brow knowingly at you, your shoulders shrugging nonchalantly.

"I mean if you're offering," your tone is cheeky, making her laugh once more, finishing the rest of her coffee and placing it down.

"You're unbelievable," she grumbles, packing up her things while you mentally cheer at not having to get on the bus, knowing how busy they would be after class.

"You still love me though," you joke as she grabs her bag, walking with you out of the café towards where her car is.

"Yeah, yeah," she agrees begrudgingly in a humorous tone, "Just get in the car."

***

"Thank you my chauffeur," you taunt as Natasha pulls up on the side of the road near the school, her brow raising at the teasing nickname.

"I'll start charging you for lifts if you push it," she warns, clearly joking as you unbuckle your seatbelt, pretending as if you didn't hear that comment, her laughing at your little smirk.

"Bye Nat," you say sweetly, grabbing your bag from the bag and shutting the door, waving to her as she drives off. You chuckle when she shows you the middle finger while moving away, a parent giving you a stern look as you accidentally make eye contact, looking away quickly in search of Pepper. You walk further down towards the gate and see a familiar bun of ginger hair strolling towards her.

When you get closer, you see her talking to Hope, the older woman noticing you and motioning for you to come closer to them, a shy smile taking over your face.

"Hi," you greet a little timidly, feeling strange talking to these women without Wanda or any children.

"Hello Y/n," Pepper greets, Hope doing the same. "The boys will be out in a few minutes," you nod to her words, pulling your bag tighter on your shoulders, occasionally glancing over to the other women, unsure if you should start a conversation. Pepper, however, decides for you, "How was college today? Was Tony being his usual charming self?" She asks and you shyly smile at her, not sure whether you should tell her your current opinion on her husband for setting more work.

"I'm not sure you should ask me about your husband at the moment," you chuckle out, your hand going to the back of your neck in a nervous manner. "College was... stressful but it's nothing I can't do." She gives you a warm smile, understanding how hard A-Levels were.

"I'm sure you'll be fine," she encourages, "and if Tony annoys you, just tell me, I'll set him straight," she adds with a laugh, you chuckling along as well.

"Well in that case," you dramatically move your hand up, as if counting on your fingers the amount of times he's annoyed you, the older woman letting out a breathless laugh before moving to follow the other parents into the playground, the kids being released now.

You follow her and the other parents, an impressed smile on your face at how interesting and fun the playground looked. Why did schools improve their facilities once you left? Where was your cool playground?

The sound of excitable twins snapped you out of your reminiscent thoughts of primary school, a wide smile stretching across your face as they ran up to you. Their small bodies collided with yours, a few parents watching with endearing smiles, a teacher also noticing the interaction and watching closely.

"Hey Mini Maximoffs," you greet, ruffling Tommy's hair and squeezing Billy's shoulder as you knew he didn't like his hair being played with. "How was school?"

"Boring."

"Interesting."

You laughed at the contrasting answers, them quickly starting with their favourite activity of asking as many questions as possible.

"How come you're here?" Billy asks in a confused tone, not that he minded you picking them based on the fact his body practically buzzed with excitement upon seeing you. Tommy then turned his head to you, also intrigued in knowing the answer.

"Well, your mom got caught up with work so it's going to be us for the majority of tonight," you say, them sad their mom wasn't going to be home for a while before Tommy spoke again.

"Does this mean we can have pizza for dinner?" There was a cheeky grin on his face, a small chuckle leaving you at how quickly he proposed the idea of junk food.

"That all depends on whether you two do all your school work," you say, ruffling his hair once more to tease him, a giggle escaping him when you go to tickle him. Billy giggles as well at seeing his brother being 'tortured' as he phrased it, you relenting on your tickle attack when a blonde woman approached you.

"Miss Danvers," Tommy excitedly greeted, wriggling out of your hold and looking back at you, "This is Y/n." A look of realisation washes over her face, a soft, gentle smile taking over her at the boy's energetic state. Her light brown eyes meet yours before briefly looking up and down your body, a confused smile on your face at what was going on.

"Oh so you're the infamous Y/n," she says in a teasing tone, a blush forming on your cheeks at her knowing who you were. "The twins won't stop going on about how much they love you," she continues, a nervous laugh escaping you at the idea of them talking about you to someone else.

"I hope you've heard good things," you say with a shy tone, her hands resting on the boys shoulders as she steps closer.

"I've heard many things, most of them good," she says with a grin, looking at the twins who just laugh along.

"Most?" your gaze goes to the boys who look away sheepishly, you rolling your eyes hoping the bad things were just embarrassing stories.

"Nothing bad I assure you," her tone genuine before she looks around, searching for Wanda. "Is Wanda not here?" she asks you, the boys going off to say goodbye to their friends briefly.

"No, she's currently held up at work so she asked if I could pick them up," you explain, understanding that she was checking the twins were going to be safe. After all, you were a stranger to this woman.

"Normally, she would have to inform the school that someone else was picking them up, especially someone who's not on the system," you nod along, hoping that she'd let you take them as you didn't want to have to call Wanda and interrupt her while she was stressed. "But, as I can clearly see they know you, I will let you take them home this once. Next time you need to be down on the system," you let out a sigh of relief, the boys coming back so Miss Danvers could double check they know you and are comfortable with you.

"Thank you," your tone grateful as you start to walk off with the twins, her calling your name making you stop.

"Before you go, I need your phone number for the system," she says, pulling out her phone which you furrow your brows at.

"Um yeah sure it's," you tell her your number, watching as she types it into her phone. You assume she was just typing it into her notes, not too sure whether she would be allowed to just take your number like that.

"And your last name?" You tell her your full name, her smiling at you as you wait with the twins. "A pretty name for a pretty girl, isn't that right boys?" she says, making your face redden, the boys laughing at the pink tainting your cheek and agreeing with their teacher. "I'll let you three get off now," the boys wave at her before starting to walk ahead, you waiting a moment as Miss Danvers motions to speak with you "I hope to see you more often Y/n."

You offer a small smile, still a little confused at the way she's looking at you and nod your head. "You too Miss Danvers," you say to be polite, her lips pulling up into a smile at your formalities.

"Carol is fine," you just offer another shy smile before saying goodbye to her, walking a little faster to catch up to the twins who tease you, saying how Miss Danvers likes you, making you threaten them with salad for dinner which quickly shuts them up on the walk home.

***

Taking the empty plates into the kitchen that definitely did not have pizza on them, you placed them into the sink and checked your phone to see Wanda still hadn't replied to your message. You understood she was busy so you paid little attention to the lack of contact, deciding to busy yourself with cleaning up while the twins did whatever they wished in the living room. Well, it seemed Tommy was doing whatever as Billy timidly walked into the kitchen, a smile forming on your face before it turned into a frown at his unhappy state.

"Hey what's wrong?" you asked as you moved to sit next to him at the kitchen island, your hand soothingly rubbing up and down his back as he seemed to be anxious.

"Nothing," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact to further emphasise that something was definitely wrong.

"You are a terrible liar Mr Maximoff," you say in a light-hearted tone to try and cheer him up, letting your shoulder playfully nudge him as you let him build confidence on what he wants to say.

"It's just about what Mom said when we got back from Grandma's," his tone quiet as you understand what he was referring to. Sticking to your promise to Wanda, you stayed with her as she told the twins that her and Vision were no longer together, explaining to them that it was the best for everyone as sometimes people just fall out of love. "Will... Will Mom fall out of love with us too? Like she did with Dad?"

Your heart breaks at his disheartened tone, his eyes peering up into yours for an answer. You offer him a soft gentle smile, wrapping your arms around him and bringing him in for a hug.

"No," you say without hesitation, making it clear to him she won't, "Your mom will always love you, no matter what." Billy listens attentively as you continue, "Your mom loves you two more than anything in the world, you know that right?" He nods his head quickly, knowing how much she adored them both. "There's a special place in her heart where you two belong, where nothing can taint her love for you both, I promise you."

"I never want her to fall out of love with us," he whispers and you pull him closer, squeezing his body gently in your arms while you prop your head on his.

"She won't because you and your brother are the most important things in the world to her, she would do anything to keep you both happy," you say truthfully, knowing the amount of love she harbours for her children.

"I want to make her happy too," he mutters, making you smile at how much he was like his mother.

"You make her happy," you stick your finger into his chest to emphasise your point. "As long as you behave and eat all your vegetables," you tease at the end, making him laugh, him wriggling out of your grip to sit next to you again, leaning his head on your shoulder.

"All of my vegetables?" he asks, making you chuckle at his disgusted tone of voice at having to eat all of his greens.

"Mhmm all of them," you hum out, him groaning a little before letting the two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a moment.

"Thank you," he softly says while moving to get up and join his brother in the other room, who was busy watching whatever cartoons kids nowadays watch.

"You're welcome and remember you can come to me whenever you need, I'm here for you too," his smile stretches at that before he goes and runs off to join Tommy.

Once you're left alone in the kitchen, you get back to washing the dishes, letting your thoughts wander to random places while you scrub the plates and glasses, only snapping out of them when the sound of the front door opening can be heard. The sound of the twin's excitable noises indicates it's Wanda, a small smile subconsciously sneaking onto your face at the thought of the older woman.

You quickly dry your hands and the final plate, placing it back in the cupboard before making your way through the house to the living room where the other three were. You pause in your tracks, leaning against the door frame as you visibly see the tension and stress of work leaving Wanda's body as she listens to the twin's ramble. A smile is engraved on her face as she lets her hands wrap around both of their shoulders pulling them closer as she lets them do all the talking, occasionally acting shocked and surprised to keep them entertained.

"Y/n also picked us up today which was so cool," Tommy says when he notices you, Wanda's green eyes flickering over to you with an enamoured glint in them. Her features soften when her gaze meets yours, your smile growing a little as you walk over to them and sit in the armchair next to the sofa they were on.

"Oh did she?" Wanda says in a surprised and amused tone, the boys nodding energetically.

"Yeah and she got all nervous with Miss Danvers, it was so funny," Tommy added, making you pull a face, Wanda's brow raising as she turns to look at you.

"And she went all red when Miss Danvers called her pretty," Billy said, the two of them digging your grave as you could see Wanda's jaw clenching.

"I think Miss Danvers likes Y/n," Tommy expresses his thoughts out loud making you wish a hole would come and swallow you up, Wanda's eyes darkening as she looks at you.

"They would be cute together," Billy then adds and holy fuck kids don't have filters.

"It doesn't matter because I do not like Carol," you say, grimacing as you know you've just fucked up.

"Carol?"  Wanda then speaks up, you nervously swallowing from across the sofa.

"Miss Danvers," you quickly correct but that doesn't stop Wanda from looking at you with an indecipherable look in her eyes.

"Y/n even gave Miss her number-"

"For the system," you interrupt Tommy, praying whatever trick the universe was currently playing on you to be over. "I had to give the school my number so they could confirm I'm allowed to pick the boys up," you explain and Wanda merely hums in response.

The twins carry on their rambling, Wanda only stopping them once it was time for bed, ushering them to go and brush their teeth. You follow them up, watching as Wanda tucks them into bed, both of you wishing them goodnight before leaving, Wanda walking past you towards her room. You let her take the lead, walking behind as she sits on the bed, brushing the stray strands of hair out of her face.

You climb onto the bed behind her, wrapping your arms around her and pressing a kiss to her cheek, earning no reaction from her.

"I missed you," you murmur softly into her ear before pressing another soft kiss to her cheek, then letting your head rest on her shoulder as she still doesn't respond. You frown at her lack of responsiveness, thinking as to why when your phone goes off, a notification from Natasha.

"Was that Carol?" she mutters in annoyance and it clicks. She's jealous.

"Is someone jealous?" you tease instead of answering her, Wanda moving around in your arms so she's facing you. Her lips ghost yours, heat coursing through your body at the sultry look in her eyes.

"Do I have a reason to be?" she rasps out, her eyes searching yours as you lean forwards, your lips brushing hers briefly.

"No," you whisper, "Never." Her body relaxes at that but you continue your teasing, "But just because you don't have a reason to be, doesn't mean your not jealous," your fingers tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, smirking at the older woman who just lets you continue teasing her, you being unaware of where her thoughts were heading.

"I'm not jealous," she murmurs back, manoeuvring around so that she could pull you into her lap, your arms loosely wrapping around the back of her neck, fingers playing with the baby hairs there. "To be jealous implies I want something someone else has, I have what I want," you raise your brow at that, letting your lips meet softly before pulling back, further digging your own grave.

"So you wouldn't mind if I replied to Carol," It was probably unfair to tease and torment Wanda after the day she had but, if you were being honest, you wouldn't have minded if she wanted to take her frustrations out on you. "Tell her I can't wait to see her again when I next pick the boys up-"

Wanda's lips roughly met yours, one of her hands cupping your face while the other threaded through your hair, tugging on it to guide your head where she wanted it. Her tongue effortlessly slipped into your mouth, causing you to moan lewdly at the feeling of it against yours, dominating the kiss while she moved the two of you, guiding you onto your back. The hand that was cupping your cheek travelled lower, trailing down your jaw and along your neck before resting at the base of it, applying a minimal amount of pressure as she gauged your reactions.

Your eyes were the darkest she'd ever seen, your lips kiss swollen as you panted beneath her, watching her with submission swirling in your eyes. She smirked at your reaction, applying a little more pressure making you groan, her head tilting as she admired the sight of you under her.

"If you want to act like a brat Detka, I'll treat you like a brat," she husks out, accent slipping into her words as she gazes into your eyes lustfully. Your breath hitches at her words, arousal pooling between your legs as fuck, you don't think you've ever been as turned on as you are now. "Not so talkative now, are you Detka?" she sinisterly chuckles out in a low tone, revelling in the power she holds over you. Your mouth opens and closes, her daring you to continue teasing her, deciding on the safer option of staying quiet.

She leans forwards and claims your lips again, moving her knee to slot in between your legs making you moan into the kiss, your hands going to her hair when she grabs your wrists and places them firmly above your head. One of her hands remains pinning your hands while the other supports her body as she hovers over you, smiling down at you and meeting your lips softly this time, letting you adjust to the shift in dynamics. It was clear Wanda was always going to be the dominant one but for her to actually be so dominant with you, she wanted to make sure you were alright.

"Have you ever heard of the colour system for safe words, Detka?" she murmurs, the feeling of her lips against your skin burning, needing to feel her closer.

"Yes," you sigh out in a ragged breath, both nervous and excited about where this was going as she pulled back from peppering your neck in kisses. Her free hand tilts your head up by placing a finger under your chin, your heart beating wildly in your chest as she bites down on her lower lip, the sight not helping with your arousal.

"Tell me what they are," she hums out, letting her thumb brush over your cheek as she awaits an answer.

"Green means I'm ok," your voice wavers as you speak, wild thoughts racing through your mind as you try and anticipate what Wanda has planned for you both, "Yellow means I want you to slow down or I want a break, and red means I want to stop completely."

"Good girl," she praises, your cheeks flushing under her intense gaze, "Would you be comfortable if we used these Detka?" You nod and she raises her eyebrow at you, "Use your words Dorogaya."

"Yes," you desperately sigh out, needing her to just touch you already. To have her body pressing into you, lips ghosting yours, was just cruel if she wasn't going to do anything about it.

"Colour?" She asks while her fingers play with the hem of your shirt, sliding under and scratching your skin gently before pulling out.

"Green, so green," she swiftly rids you of your shirt, pulling the item over your head and instructing you to keep your hands where they were before lowering her mouth to the top of your breasts.

"My beautiful girl," she mutters against you, littering your body in sensual kisses while her hands roam the exposed, soft skin. Her lips are teasing as they kiss your sensitive nipples through the fabric of your bra, a small whimper escaping you at the sight of her green peering up at you. "You're mine, aren't you?" she rasps out while letting her fingers unfasten your jeans, sliding the material down your legs with ease. You gasp at the feeling of her hands gliding up and down your inner thighs, awakening goosebumps in their tracks.

"Yes, all yours," you moan out when her hands brush your core through your soaking panties, Wanda eager to torment you.

"All mine," she murmurs, removing her hands from near your core, making you whine, silencing you with her lips as she unclasps your bra, removing the item and discarding it somewhere in the room.

Her lips travel down your neck and you think you're going mad at the way she keeps teasing you, her lips heavenly against your skin.

"Please," you whimper, Wanda looking up from where her mouth ghosts your breast, one of her hands cupping your other breast while her free hand moves to trace patterns along your inner thighs.

"Please what?" she asks in a condescending tone, her words sending a shiver down your spine while you blush at how much you enjoy her talking to you in that tone. "You have to be specific Detka, tell me what you want."

"I need you to touch me," your tone laced with submission and desperation, the older woman chuckling to herself at how needy you were already. She hadn't even started yet.

"I am touching you," she teases, pressing a soft kiss to your chest while letting her fingers pinch and pull your other nipple, a low moan escaping you.

"Please, I need more," your eyes meet hers, pleading with her to give you what you want.

"More?" she hums out, "So greedy." She takes your breast into her mouth, her tongue expertly swirling around your sensitive nipple while her hand lavishes your other breast in the same amount of attention.

You groan at the pleasurable feeling of her mouth on you, hands clasping at the sheets as you try to keep them where she told you, desperately wanting to thread them through her silky hair.

"Fuck," you sigh out when she pulls away from your chest, a string of saliva connecting form your breast to her mouth, her thumb brushing it away before she kisses at the valley between your breasts, moving down your body.

"Colour?" she murmurs against the skin of your inner thighs as she slides her fingers under the waistband of your panties, your hips bucking as you can feel her warm breath through the drenched fabric.

"Green," the words spill from your lips in a rush, Wanda smirking into your skin as she can feel your body twitching under her in anticipation.

"Be a good girl and spread your legs," she commands and you do so obediently, her body sliding comfortably between your legs as she slips the last item of clothing off your body, your arousal glistening in the light as you're dripping for her. "So wet," she whispers, almost in awe at how turned on you were, her green eyes flickering up to meet your desperate gaze, "Don't worry Dorogaya, I'll take care of you."

Her lips meet your inner thighs, her teeth gently biting on the skin to leave a mark, making you groan at the idea of being marked by her. She litters your inner thighs in marks while the pad of her index finger runs through your folds, gathering your wetness before moving to circle your clit.

"Wanda, please, I need you," she indulges in your wishes, moving her face so her tongue could lick a broad stripe along your folds, a guttural noise leaving the both of you. Your head is thrown back at the feeling of her warm and wet tongue licking your clit, her mouth gently sucking on it causing your hips to pathetically buck against her face, whimpers spilling from your lips. Wanda groans at the taste of you, her fingers teasing your entrance before she slides a long, slender digit inside you, a broken noise escaping you. "Fuck, Wanda," her name falls from your lips like a chant when she curls her finger, starting a leisurely pace of thrusting it knuckle deep inside you.

"You take my fingers so well," she purrs out when she adds another, your hands gripping onto the sheets with all your strength as you meet her eyes, the sultry look making you whine at the pleasure coursing through your body.

When her tongue swirls against your clit, her fingers relentlessly curling against your g-spot, walls clenching around her digits, Wanda knows you're about to come, a wicked smirk sneaking onto her lips as she peers up at you from her place between your legs.

"Are you close Detka?" she asks innocently, your head frantically nodding while your body squirms under her.

"So close," your voice breathless.

"If only you had been a good girl," she rasps out, placing a final kiss to your clit before moving up your body, fingers slipping out of you while her mouth meets yours to muffle the frustrated noise that was pulled from the back of your throat. "It's not fun to tease, is it Dekta?" she rasps out in a cruel tone, her eyes sparkling with amusement at your desperate form, hips bucking against her as you get over being denied.

"Please, I'm sorry, Please let me come," you beg, eyes pleading with her to touch you again.

"Brats don't get rewarded," she husks out, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as you whimper into her mouth.

"I'll be good," the pure submission radiating off your body, the needy tone of voice is enough to have Wanda's idea of edging you for a while crumbling apart, a new, significantly more pleasurable one, entering her mind. "Please let me come."

"Promise me you'll be a good girl," she murmurs, her teeth gently biting down on your lower lip, dragging it back before releasing it.

"I promise," you lean forwards to meet her lips once more, the kiss soft and intimate while her hand drifts back down your body, fingers effortlessly sliding into you.

"We're not stopping until you can't take it anymore," she whispers, your breath hitching at the idea. "Remember to use your safe words if you want to stop," she reminds, her fingers picking up their pace. It doesn't take long for her fingers to be mercilessly pumping in and out of you, her mouth muffling all the sinful noises that spilt from your lips. The palm of her hand brushes your clit, adding to the pleasure, while her fingers curl expertly inside you.

"That's it Detka, you're taking me so well, such a good girl," she whispers at the shell of your ear, a pathetic whimper leaving you at the praise.

Moans tumbled out of your mouth, quickly swallowed by the older woman, her mouth unrelenting on yours as she thrusted her fingers deep inside you, revelling in the way you clenched desperately around her.

"Come all over my fingers Detka, I know you want to," she purrs and it's almost mocking, her words quickly sending you over the edge as her mouth claims you, dampening the scream of her name that was ripped from the back of your throat. Your body shudders under hers, legs clamping over her hand as you grinded along it to ride out the aftershocks of your powerful orgasm, Wanda sticking true to her words and continuing her brutal pace.

"Fuck," you groaned out when she moved her thumb to circle your clit. "Please can I touch you," Wanda smirked into the skin of your neck when you asked for permission, still obediently listening to her earlier command.

The older woman answers you by moving her free hand up to interlock with one of your hands, letting you squeeze her hand as euphoria and arousal takes over your body. Your other hand moves to the back of her hair, tangling it in the silky locks as you groan into her mouth, her tongue sliding lewdly against yours.

"Harder, please," you whisper, your tone a little shy as your eyes flutter open to meet hers, silently begging her.

You can feel her smirking into the kiss when she increases the force between the thrusts of her fingers, a guttural noise leaving you at the action.

"Fuck, I'm going to come again," your head is thrown back, your neck exposed for her to kiss against as you tremble in her hold, pleasure crashing through your body.

Wanda can tell your feeling overstimulated by the small whimpers and whines leaving your lips as she eases her pace, slowly sliding her fingers in and out to help you ride out your orgasm, her kisses that were hungry and passionate turning softer and gentler.

"Colour?" she murmurs lovingly, her eyes searching yours for an answer.

It takes you a moment or so to answer, "Red," and she smiles at your honesty, claiming your lips once more while letting her fingers slide out.

"Good girl for being honest," she whispers, pulling away from your body and brushing some hair out of your face, watching how exhaustion creeped onto your face. "Let's get you cleaned up, then you can go to sleep, Moya Lyubov," her voice a gentle hum as you wrap your arms around her neck, trying to keep her close.

"Ok," you murmur softly, letting her guide you into the bathroom where you quickly cleaned yourself up, swiftly moving back into the bedroom and snaking your arms around her body as she joined you in bed. The feeling of the soft mattress under you, Wanda's warm body pressed against you after she had changed into light pyjamas further adding to your comfort. Her fingers lazily stroked your cheek, a soft smile engraved on her face as she watched your eyes flutter open, head resting on the pillow opposite her.

"Was that alright Dorogaya?" she whispers, your head leaning against her hand that was now cupping your cheek.

"Yeah," you sigh out truthfully, enjoying her display of dominance a lot. "I like it when you take control," your voice is a little quieter, almost timid at confessing it.

"Oh yeah?" her tone was a little teasing, "I like it too." You offer a small smile at her agreement, Wanda continuing, "I also like it when you're a good girl, not a brat," she watches your cheeks tint pink, smiling at your flustered state.

"I am good," you mumble, moving closer to her body somehow, your legs a tangle of limbs under the sheets.

"Mhmm you are," she wraps her arms around you while whispering her words, hands sliding up and down your back soothingly, "If not, maybe I'll spank your ass black and blue to get you to behave." It was a joke when Wanda initially said it but the way your cheeks darkened even more and the small hitch of your breath implied your thoughts on the matter, "You like that idea?"

"Maybe," you mumble shyly, moving your head to rest at the crook of her neck.

"We can talk about that another time," her fingers scratch softly at your scalp, lulling you to sleep while she speaks in a gentle, soothing voice. "Goodnight Detka," her lips press against your forehead, your body having already drifted off into a peaceful sleep in her warm embrace.

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Stray (epilogue)

Characters - CM Punk, Drew McIntyre, Samoa Joe

Pairing - CM Punk/Drew McIntyre, CM Punk/Samoa Joe (past)

AU - Stray AU

Rating - Mature

Warnings - None

Words - ~2,500 words

Summary - New beginnings

Punk stared up at the blue sky above as another plane took off, the roar of its engine booming against his ears. His heart thrummed as noisily in his chest and he began to gnaw on his bottom lip.

Damn, he didn't expect the nerves to start this early.

'Is this it?' Punk was startled from his musings by Joe's voice behind him. His ex was pulling a small suitcase out of his trunk.

'That's it,' he replied, taking the suitcase from Joe when he noticed the reproachful look in his ex's eye. 'I travel light.'

'That's not 'light',' Joe corrected, 'that's practically empty'.

'I'm not going into the middle of the jungle,' Punk said with a shrug. 'I can buy whatever I need when I get there.'

'True,' Joe admitted then put on his old, familiar 'Mom' tone. 'Did you pack warm clothes?'

'Yes,' Punk said with a fond roll of his eyes.

'Plenty of socks?'

'Yes.'

'Underwear?'

'Don't wear any.' He tried to keep his poker face but Joe's brow deepened and he couldn't hold it. 'Yes.'

'Euros?'

'They actually use pounds over there,' Punk relished in the chance to correct his ex's world knowledge for once with a smug grin. 'And yes. But I've got credit cards too.'

'What about-'

'Joe,' he put his hand on the larger man's shoulder and looked him in the eye, 'I'm telling you. I'm good.'

'Ok, ok,' Joe shut the trunk and the pair of them began to walk towards the airport. 'Still can't believe you're fucking doing this.'

'Neither can I.' Punk looked up as another airplane took off and dragged in a stuttering breath. He changed the subject quickly. 'So how's your packing going?'

'Last of it will be shipped off on Friday,' he replied.

'That was fast,' Punk noted.

'Yeah, well, most of it was boxed already,' Joe rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. 'And with you leaving town, I didn't see any reason to stick around.'

'Guess not,' Punk's shoulders slumped. 'I'm... gonna miss you.'

'Hey, I'll only be in SoCal,' Joe said. 'You know you can visit any time. Larry too!' Punk stiffened, biting down on his bottom lip. 'You wish he was coming with you today, don't you?'

'So bad,' Punk admitted.

'It'll only be for a week or two. Once you're settled in Anyway, I'm sure he'll be having a great time getting spoiled rotten by his Aunty AJ.'

'He's gonna be three times the size the way she keeps feeding him,' Punk groaned, finding it harder to keep on his straight face. By now, they'd arrived at the airport doors and he stopped in his tracks amongst the hustle and bustle of travellers rushing in and out of the sliding portal into the cavernous building beyond. 'What time is it?'

'2.16,' Joe replied.

'Shit, we're early! My flight's not for hours!'

'I'm the one who drove you here,' Joe scoffed. 'Of course you're early.'

The doors opened wide before him. Punk caught a glimpse of flashing boards and desks and queues and baggage racks and felt a fresh wave of panic!

'You wanna... go grab a coffee?' he asked Joe, suddenly.

The larger man mulled it over. But only for a second or two. 'Sure, I'd like that.'

Punk was staring out the coffee shop window, chewing on his thumbnail when Joe came back from the counter with their order; two large cups of coffee and a piece of pie. 'This to share?' Punk's eyes lit up at the sweet treat.

'Course not,' Joe shook his head wryly. 'It's all yours. A little 'farewell treat' from me.'

'Oh, well, thank you,' Punk replied and plunged his fork straight in.

'How's the hand doing?' Joe said, observing it cautiously, like it might burst into flames any second.

'Good.' Punk wiggled his fingers. Two of them moved more sluggishly than the others. 'Lost some of the range of movement in them but it shouldn't affect things too much.'

'Hmm,' Joe knew what that meant. 'Still eyeing up that one final run, huh?'

The fork stopped in mid-air. The larger man found Punk with his bottom lip pouting and his brows furrowed, contemplating. 'Don't know. Haven't really thought about it.'

Joe's brows rocketed up to the sky. 'Huh. Well how about that.'

Punk didn't even realise the significance of his words to his ex as he took another greedy bite of his pie. 'Did I tell you about the sentencing?'

Joe stiffened, the grip on his cup grew tighter. 'Twenty years each. A fucking joke.'

'Least they're locked up,' Punk noted with a sharpness in his tone. 'Least it's all over now and we can put it behind us.'

'Hmm.'

'Least now I don't have to stick around for the courts anymore,' Punk went on. 'I can finally leave and go be with Drew. This long-distance shit sucks!'

'I know it's been hard for you both,' Joe admitted. 'I'm glad you're finally gonna see him again. In person this time, not just on a screen.'

'Urgh, it was painful. Especially with Drew's crappy Wi-Fi!' Joe gave a small huff of laughter while Punk chewed thoughtfully on some pastry. 'And hey, at least you don't have to worry about me now.'

Joe lowered his cup and fixed his eyes on him. 'Phil, I'll always worry about you.' A warm glow pulsed in Punk's rib cage. 'If anything, I'll worry even more, I mean, you're gonna be in an entirely different country in an entirely different continent.'

'It'll only be for a year or two. Until Drew gets his visa sorted.' Punk heard Joe taking in a deep breath and knew something was up. 'What?' he eyed him suspiciously.

'It's just... the longest I've ever seen you leave Chicago was like a month and a half. And you got so homesick that we had to watch Ferris Bueller every night for a week.' Punk let out a loud laugh at the memory. 'And we were only in fucking Miami! This is... Scotland, we're talking about.'

'I'll miss Chicago,' Punk admitted, scraping some creamy frosting onto his fork, 'but I'll be fine. I'll be with Drew, and... I know it sounds cheesy as hell but when I'm with him, I feel... it feels like home.'

Joe absorbed Punk's words. His lips slowly wobbled into a content smile and he nodded his head.

'You know something,' Punk picked up the conversation again. 'I like this.'

'What, the pie? Yeah I thought it would be right up your-'

'No' Punk shook his head. 'I mean this.' He motioned with his finger between the pair of them. 'You and me. Going out for coffee. Talking. Like friends.'

'Phil, we're not friends.'

Punk's head shot up with a heartbroken squeak but Joe only grinned softly back at him.

'You were right when you said we could never be just friends. We've been through so much together, we mean too much to each other. We're something else.'

'Then what? What are we?'

Joe took a long, slow slurp of his coffee, eyes squinted in thought. 'We're... BFFs.'

Punk snorted a laugh then held up his cup. 'I'll drink to that. To BFFs.'

Joe clinked his own cup against his. 'To BFF's.'

The connecting flight from O'Hare to JFK was easy enough but the long haul over the Atlantic was gruelling. Punk tried to distract his over-active mind by watching the in-flight movie or reading but as the little plane icon edged further along the red dotted line on his screen, the butterflies in his belly manifested into a herd of flapping turkeys and he could only bring himself to stare out the window at the clouds and blue sea below and try to keep calm.

He'd never been bothered by a descent before but when the 'safety buckle' light pinged on and the turbulence kicked in, he began to sweat. Halfway through the landing, the old lady sitting next to him placed her hand over his.

'It's alright, dear,' she cooed, wrapping her warm, gnarled fingers around his. 'My husband was a nervous flyer too. We'll be safely on the ground very soon.' He wondered for a moment how she knew then noticed his fingernails were digging into the fabric of his armrests, his knuckles white.

'Thank you, m'am,' he murmured back.

'Are you coming over for a holiday?' the lady asked. She was British but he couldn't place where from exactly.

'No, m'am, I'm...' he could see fields of green coming into view out the window beneath them. Followed rapidly by grey square of houses, a city, tiny at first getting bigger and bigger. 'I'm... gonna be living here. For a while. With my boyfriend.' It felt strange saying it out loud. Like an out-of-body experience.

'Oh, how lovely,' the woman smiled sweetly. 'Will he be there to meet you at the gate?'

The turkeys in his stomach began pecking at his lining. 'Yeah. Should be.'

'If you ask me, that's the most wonderful thing about flying,' she squeezed his hand again and wrinkled the bridge of her button nose at him. 'Families and loved ones coming together again after being apart.'

Her words were like a salve, soothing some of the chaos inside. 'Y-yeah, guess you're right.'

'I'm sure your boyfriend will be over the moon to see you again.'

'Thank you, m'am.'

She held his hand the whole way down until they landed with a bump on the runway. Punk helped her take her suitcases off the conveyor belt at the baggage claim. 'You're so kind, dear,' she said, then beckoned him down to her height so she could kiss his cheek. 'Now you make sure and tell your boyfriend how lucky he is having such a gentleman as you.'

Punk huffed a laugh at that and waved as the old lady disappeared through the gate. Then he turned back to the conveyor, his eyes finding his own bag circling round and round and round. His hands remained in his pockets, standing, waiting until one-by-one the conveyor emptied out and he was the last one standing.

He tried to breathe, the way Joe had taught him but every drag stuttered and choked him. 'Come on, this is stupid,' he scolded himself under his breath. 'You've walked out in front of thousands, millions even. You can't get stage fright now!'

He lifted his case and trundled up to the gates, passed through security and border control and finally he started that long walk into the hub of the airport itself. Stepping through the open doors he glanced around timidly, scanning each face in the crowd.

Then let out an audible gasp.

Drew was right there! Leaning against a column with his arms crossed over his chest. His dark hair was tied back and he was wearing jeans with a blue sports top under his leather jacket. As soon as he spied Punk, he straightened up, his dimples popping into his cheeks with a smile and his dazzling blue eyes shimmering like the morning sun on the ripples of a mountain pool.

And in that single instant, all the nerves melted away. Punk wondered what the hell he'd been so nervous about. The hard part was over - this next step was easy.

The two lovers bashfully walked towards one another, their cheeks reddening. Punk let go of his case, left it standing alone as he lifted both hands in front of him.

A wave.

A thumbs-up.

First two fingers touching the side of his eye then swiping towards Drew.

Straight left index finger touching the curve made by his right thumb and forefinger.

Right index finger curled on his left palm.

Right index finger touching his left index finger.

All fingers interlocked, palms facing.

Punk finished and looked up expectantly at Drew who's stunning sapphires had grown twice their size. Then they softened. His lips parted.

'It's good to see you too, Punk.'

If Drew had been stunned at Punk's little surprise, the tattooed man almost fainted with shock at his! 'You... you can...'

The Scot gave a hearty laugh at the slack-jawed expression on his boyfriend's face. 'Aye,' he said, scratching his fingers through his beard, 'I've been seeing a speech therapist for a few months now. Sorry I didn't tell you before - I wanted to surprise ye.'

Punk just gaped back.

'But you did the same!' Drew pointed out. 'How long have you been learning BSL?' Nothing in reply. 'Punk?' He waved his large hand in front of his boyfriend's face. 'Anyone home?'

A soft smile wobbled onto Punk's lips. 'You do have the accent.'

Drew dipped his head, the bridge of his nose turning a deep shade of pink. 'Aye well. It's not as broad as it once was, but it's still there, at least. Here, I'll help you with your bags.' Drew grabbed hold of the small suitcase's handle then looked around, confused. 'Is this it?'

'Urgh, you sound just like my ex!'

Drew chuckled. 'How is Joe?' he asked while they made their way out of the airport. His free hand dropped to his side and found Punk's. The tattooed man beamed, enjoying the feeling of physical connection with Drew after being apart from him for almost a year and a half.

They chatted comfortably as Drew drove them out of the airport parking lot and onto the motorway. Punk was completely enchanted by the sound of Drew's voice, even if it felt so strange and almost unnatural falling from the Scot's lips. He closed his eyes to listen deeper to it; the rich bass, the rugged accent, the lilting intonation when he was telling a joke. The words themselves passed him by but the sound alone was such an opulent feast that he felt full to the brim.

Outside, the landscape skimmed past, changing from the tall city blocks to pretty flat fields, wooden fence posts, the odd weathered stone building. 'So, this is Scotland, huh?'

'This? Fuck no!' Drew scoffed. 'This is England. You'll know when we reach Scotland.'

'How will I know when-?'

'Trust me,' Drew arched a cheeky brow at his boyfriend, 'you'll know.'

Punk shrugged off the cryptic statement and they continued to chat, about Larry, about AJ, about all the pitfalls in visa bureaucracy when all of a sudden, Punk sat upright and pressed his face to the window.

'Holy shiiiii...'

It had happened so suddenly, like they had travelled through some magic veil into a whole new world. All around them, towering green hills loomed high like mighty sentinels, crowds of them holding the narrow road in their giant hands. Punk felt so small all of a sudden, gaping up at the majestic peaks, dotted all around with fluffy freckles of grazing sheep. Off to his right, a gap opened up between two of the giants, revealing an awe-inspiring waterfall rushing down the entire height of the jagged cliff, its clear waters sparkling with a million stars of sunlight.

'Told you, you would know,' Drew piped up, smugly. 'Pretty, huh?'

Punk tore his gaze away from the flawless masterpiece outside his window and found something even more dazzling, more breath-taking, sitting right there in the car next to him. He thought back to that fateful night in the storm, remembering the filthy, bedraggled, pitiful creature in a muzzle that he had scooped onto his back and taken home.

That creature had transformed into an angel. Celestial, unearthly.

Magnificent.

His grin hiked up his cheek making his crow's feet crinkle fondly.

'Beautiful,' he said, breathlessly.

The End

Previous Chapter

[iguana-eyanna]

Baby Girl

Pairing: Niall Horan x curvy reader

Summary: after a night of drinking, you and Niall realize that you're more than flirtatious friends

Warnings: mature themes, explicit language and unprotected sex.

The music was thumping, the bass reverberating through the club as Niall and you made your way to the bar. You were both a little tipsy, having indulged in a few too many drinks during the night out with your friends. The playful banter that had become both your trademark was in full swing, as you teased each other with witty comebacks and flirtatious remarks.

"I swear that these heels would be the death of me." You said out loud.

"Thought you had that spot reserved for me?" Niall asked, smirking as he closed in.

You rolled your eyes as you turn around, grinding in front of him seductively.

"Try all you want lover boy, but you can't handle all of this." You said, biting your bottom lip as your cheeks heated up.

Niall couldn't deny of how much he needed you.

"I'll do my best."

You met on the Voice where you did a guest appearance. He thanked Kelly as you were a guest on her show to promote your latest album. Once you said you were a fan of the singing competition show, Kelly invited you with no hesitance. You kicked it off with the other judges as Kelly introduced you to Niall after the show. He was blown away by your voice and the way you brightened up the room.

You two kicked it off quite strongly, already skipping the awkward of meeting someone for the first time. Everyone witnessed it. Tabloids and late night shows were already skeptilizing that you two were an item. Kelley, Chance, and Blake would even tease Niall when he was tying the knot with you.

All he could do was chuckle and shake his head.

But tonight, with the alcohol fueling his emotions, he found himself looking at you differently. Everything about you was beautiful to him, and he couldn't help but admire how you carried yourself with such grace and charm.

As you stood at the bar, waiting for the bartender to take your order, Niall's gaze lingered. You were wearing a stunning green dress that hugged your curves in all the right places, and he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to touch you, to taste your lips.

Niall leaned in closer to your ear, whispering with his husky voice. "What can I get you, Baby Girl?"

Your cheeks flushed at Niall's sudden change in tone. You were used to your flirty banter with him, but the way he called you "baby girl" sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him either, and the alcohol was making your inhibitions slip away.

"You know what I like," you replied, with your voice slightly breathless.

Niall ordered drinks and you two found a quiet corner to sit in. As the night went on, your conversation grew more intimate, and touches more lingering.

"I never realized you wanted to be an author." Niall asks when he just asked you what occupation you would do if you didn't pursue music.

"Yeah, I really loved to write stories when I was kid. When I got older, I took every opportunity just to write. Had to wake up from that dream when my University denied to publish one of my works I was most proud of."

"Hey." Niall said, placing a gentle hand on your thigh.

"They don't deserve to have your works publish, you can do that yourself, cause you know why? You're the most talented, gorgeous person I know. Those who say otherwise can come through me." Niall said, defending your honor.

The sexual tension between you two was palpable, and Niall found it harder and harder to resist the temptation to kiss you.

You could visibly see him staring at your lips, but you realized that this wasn't the right moment.

With enough drunken courage, you dared to say the sentence that would change your friendship forever.

"How far is your place from here?"

Before he knew it, you were both outside, the cool night air hitting you two as you stumbled towards an Uber. Niall's hand found its way to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. You didn't protest, instead leaning into his touch, your own hands gripping his shoulders. The ride felt like an eternity, as you tried to take your hands away from him but you couldn't.

When you reached Niall's apartment, the moment of truth arrived. Niall hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never been one for casual hookups, but he couldn't deny these feelings stirring inside his chest. And the way you looked at him with those dark, longing eyes made him lose all reason.

Without another word, Niall pulled you into his apartment and closed the door behind him.

You leaned towards the wall as you tried to untie the strings of your heels.

Niall closed the distance between you and whispered to you.

"Let me."

He slowly bends and unties the wraps around your legs. You look down, thinking this is the most sexiest thing anyone has done for you. Once he was done, you lift his chin up to connect your eyes back to his.

"I need to know what we're about to do isn't a mistake. I don't want to be a regret."

Niall got up, hovering as his hand leaned over you as your back laid flat to the wall.

"You will never be a regret. I want this, and I want you... more than you know."

Without hesitation, your lips crashed together in a hungry, desperate kiss, hands roaming each other's bodies with urgency. The heat between the two of you was electric, as the desire for each other reached a fever pitch.

Niall's hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer to him as he whispered against your lips, "You're mine, baby girl."

Your breath hitched at his words, and found yourself melting into Niall's embrace. His hands traveled to the back of your dress, trying to find your zipper as you tried unbuckling his pants.

You both staggered upstairs half dressed as you landed onto his bed. His piercing blue eyes try to memorize every part of your skin. All was left was your underwear and Niall had to resist from tearing it straight off your body. He uses his finger to drag down the little material and trailed it down your legs.

He released a breath, sitting up a bit. He combs his fingers through your hair and kisses you softly. You melt under his hot touch as you closed your eyes. Niall hastily undresses himself soon he finds his hands on your waist, steadying you on top of him.

You gasp as you began to feel him within you. His hands hold you tighter as you began to have a steady rhythm.

"God, you're fuckin- perfect." Niall huffs out.

You smirked down at him as you bite your bottom lip.

"I can say the same about you..." you teased.

Niall became undone with your words. Your confidence, your beauty, and damn that luscious body - all he could see was stars.

You thought the same about him: the way he held you so tenderly and how his eyes looked up to you like you were a goddess.

You both wished that the night wouldn't end.

By the end, you two were breathless (almost lifeless too.) You laid down next to him, placing a hand on Niall's heaving chest.

"Next time, you're on top." You said, catching your breath.

Niall looks over at you with a twinkle in his eye.

"Next time?" He asks.

"Well, we'll just see by morning." You said, knowing he's teasing you as you're already sinking in the pillow next to him.

His hands glue back to your side as he pulls you in.

"Oh, you'll like what I have planned," he said before you two drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, you felt light-headed as you turned around to meet Niall. He was nowhere to be found. You thought he somehow left for work but you were gladly wrong when you saw him coming in shirtless, holding a tray of breakfast and drinks.

"Wasn't sure if you wanted coffee or juice, so I made both." Niall said, walking towards the bed and laid the breakfast tray on the mattress.

You smile, holding the blanket over your chest as you sat up.

"It's definitely a coffee morning." You said, grabbing the mug.

"Wanted treat my baby girl." he said as he grabbed the other glass, taking a sip.

"Thank you Ni, you're definitely the sweetest man I ever met." You said, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

His cheeks grew red by your action, so he took your free hand and kissed it.

"I want to spend these mornings with you, and hopefully to be with you if you'd like to." He asks, his heart slightly thumping as he awaits your answer.

You place the coffee down by his nightstand and turn to him, smiling like you're lovesick.

"I'd like that very much." You said, as you two began to kiss and laid down on the bed.

Let's just say the breakfast Niall just made was long forgotten.

[faegoddessog]

22: I just can’t get you out of my head

Ok loves, I've decided to try something to stretch myself creatively with this challenge. I'm gonna dribble my drabble and see if I can tie each theme into an actual story that I'll write day by day! We'll see how it goes! Wish me luck!

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WARNINGS: Explicitly Mature Content, 18+only, fellatio, cunnilingus, kissing (m/m &m/f). soft Dom, mention of spanking with a belt, handjob (m/m), f turned on by m/m

You bite your lip, appreciative noises sneaking from your throat as you drag your hands over their naked chests. You wind your hands up to the sides of their necks. After thoroughly  kissing them each again, you pull them together, nodding slightly, eager for them to explore one another. 

Sitting back, you watch them kiss. Their lips meet, then part slightly and you catch a glimpse of  Austin's tongue dipping out to catch the taste of Callum’s lips. Callum grabs Austin’s face with his free hand, his jaw opening and closing, sucking in Austin’s full bottom lip. 

Austin’s fingers slip between your labia and Cal’s between your buttcheeks as if they are both reassuring themselves that there is a woman near. 

As they play at each others' lips, teeth, and tongues, your fingers toy with their nipples in turn. Their reactions span a spectrum.  Austin is indifferent, until you pinch. It’s then that his abs clench and he moans into Cal’s mouth. 

Cal, on the other hand, twitches at the slightest touch, obviously sensitive. You lean down, sucking first one’s, then the other’s into your mouth. One gentle, one with a bit of nip. You are rewarded with sharp intakes of breath, fingers stuttering on your skin and their kiss becoming that much more passionate. 

As your mouth explores, so do your hands. You palm each of their bulges through their pants. It strikes you suddenly, just at how you ended up  here, your ass in the air, being willingly groped by two of the most  sumptuous men, who are also into each other as well as you. Dream come fucking true.   

You slip to your knees, their hands dragging lightly along your body. You unbutton Austin’s fly, as Callum cups his jaw. Austin’s hand lands on his friend’s thick thigh, rubbing back and forth. Austin's hand on your shoulder tightens and as you pull out his pretty cock. Callum greedily swallows his moans. 

You can’t help but play your tongue on his tip. Licking with the flat of your tongue along his frenulum. You do it mostly for yourself, for the feel of his tender skin on your tongue.  Still, it makes his breath stutter in, then out with  soft throaty grunts.  His other hand lays along your jaw, fingertips curling around the back of your neck at the hairline. 

You glance up and see a scene that later you can't get out of your head, it’s so damn hot.   

Austin’s tongue is almost lazily drifting into Callum's mouth, and his long fingered hand,  now wet with precum, is wrapped around Calllum’s cock. His dark red tip winks in and out of sight as Austin pushes and pulls Callums foreskin up and down. Austin’s hands are a good size, but don’t look like it around the big phallus. 

Although your mouth is still occupied with Austin, that doesn't stop the shaky yet appreciative noise from escaping you.

They both break the kiss at your spontaneous moan.

Callum smirks, then whispers in Austin's ear, Austin nods. You pull back with a little suspicious frown.

Callum stands up, stripping his clothes into a puddle on the floor, then pushes the footstool aside, making room. Austin lifts his hips quickly divesting himself of the rest of his clothes. 

Two magnificently naked men are in your apartment: Heaven. 

You stand and grab the chunky zipper on your dress. You really loved how this dress just zipped off for easy access.

“No, no don’t,” says Callum grabbing your wrists in a gentle but firm grasp before you get the zipper down. His body is all at once pushed against your back, his hardness pressed up against you. “You’re fuckin’ sexy with it on, so much so that I don’t think I’ll be able to get you out of my head.” 

Austin is nodding in agreement. 

Callum towers over you, still restraining your wrists. His words are low and  hot against the back of your ear. You see flashes of being on your knees in front of him, calling him Sir and doing his every  bidding. Even if that bidding was to bend over and take your punishment from his belt. You try to shake the image from your mind. That sort of a scene was not what you three had discussed. 

“Get down on those knees” says Ausitn in soft, intense tones. What the fuck, is he a damn mindreader? Now in your mind’s eye there are two masters. Each one dripping pre-cum for your tongue, each one claiming you, claiming your pussy, your hands, your mouth, between your tits, in your ass crack. 

“Do it,”  the fair one says in your mind, or was it Austin himself? You are brought back to reality by the gentle nudging of your thighs. You don’t actually remember kneeling. 

You reach for a condom and try to hand it back to Callum as you spread your knees, assuming he was positioning himself back there to fuck you doggy style. You really hope you can take his thick cock.  

“Thank you, but I’m not there yet hunny, I need a taste of this sweet pussy first,” Callum says. You clearly have judged him wrong, you figured him for a get in and get wet ASAP kinda guy. It’s now that you realize it’s his head that he has pressed between your knees. He wraps his arms  around your thighs, pulling you down to his face. 

The second his tongue touches you, you know this man has a thing for pussy. It’s like art, the way he strokes you. Painting rapturous pictures with lips, teeth, tongue. Slowly but surely it transports you. 

Your head tilts up, eyes fluttering closed. 

“Now that’s a sight I don’t even want out of my head,” Austin rumbles low, “Do you like him between your legs like that sweetheart?” 

He pulls your chin, forcing you to look into his normally lovely blue eyes. His lustful pupils seem to swallow his blue irises.

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[saltsicklover]

Hung Every Star

Title: Hung Every Star

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Disabled!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7000

Rating: T

Warnings: Talk of medical problems, disabled reader.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Bruce Banner, or anything related to Marvel within this piece. Not Proof Read or BETA'd. All mistakes are my own.

I do not consent for my work to be edited, reposted, or translated.

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"Bruce, listen to me, and listen to me good," I speak into the phone, my voice a sort of choked up and strangled mess of syllables and affixes, "I am going to be just fine. Things are going to be tough, but I don't need you to worry about them. You have the world saving thing to worry about. I am going to find a new doctor, take another job to pay for health issuance, and I am going to get back on my medication in a few months. Everything is going to be just fine." I repeat the last bit more for my own benefit than for his. 

I have just been informed that my current insurance no longer covers my medical care and I had called Bruce, a lifelong friend, to vent. Part of it was also a lie, I lost my insurance all together when I got laid off, but frankly I am not ready to admit that to anyone yet. 

We have known each other since we were children, or I suppose since I was a child and he was just barely a teenager. Our families each owned a portion of a time share that just so happened to be a duplex. Every summer we would pack our things and head for the lake, taking  up residence next to the Banner family. Bruce and I's bedroom even shared a wall. As we got older, I would cover for him when he snuck out and he would make sure that I was always cared for. The eight year age gap never seemed to faze us, and we were fast friends who loved each other like siblings. 

"Bubba, please," He began, my childhood nickname all but covers up the too familiar plead in his voice that I have begun to hear too often, "Just come to the compound and let me help." 

"You know how I feel about going upstate." I try and swerve the subject and I know Bruce is shaking his head on the other end of the phone. 

"This isn't about traveling upstate and you know it!" He shouts, but I don't bother pulling the phone from my ear. I can hear him breathe deeply over the line as he composes himself, "Bubba, I know you don't want to feel like you are burdening anyone, but you aren't okay? How about you come first thing on Monday and let me check you out. Everyone is going to be away on mission and I will sleep better knowing you have at least let me check you out."

I hum into the receiver as I mull over his words. As much as I don't want to inconvenience the Avengers, especially because they just got done taking down Ultron, I know I only have a weeks worth of medication left. I pick up the large bottle, dumping the oblong yellow capsules into my hand before triple checking the amount. 

"Alright, Bruce," I finally speak, biting at my lip to mumble the words. "I will come up on Monday, but the second I am in the way, I am leaving." 

"I will take it," He rumbles, the joy in his voice leaking over the line, "One more thing, Bubba," 

"What?" I question, wiping my eyes with my sleeve, attempting to remove the dried tears from my cheeks.

"You know that's the first time you have called me Bruce since you were seventeen." He points out, "I hated it." 

Bruce's blunt words cause me to full on belly laugh, easing the tension in my shoulders slightly. He chuckles lightly through the phone. 

"That's better." He simpers, "I'll see you on Monday, Bubba. I love you." 

"I love you, too, Bruiser." I bid him before hanging up the phone. 

When I pulled up to the compound on Monday morning, I was relieved to see that the grounds were quiet. A few odd agents roamed around outside but I felt rather invisible which gave me the courage to leave my car and head for the front doors. 

A blond agent sat at the desk when I walked in, typing away on a computer, the phone receiver held loosely between his cheek and shoulder. He didn't even make eye contact when I approached the desk which left me standing there sort of awkwardly, bouncing slightly on the balls of my feet. 

The agent stuck his hand out forcefully, eye contact still on his computer screen. 'ID' was all he said as he made a sort of grabby hand gesture with his outstretched hand. I riffled around in my bag before handing it over to him. He looked at it before handing me a 'Visitor Badge' in return point down the hallway to my right. I thanked him, but he didn't seem to notice. 

I head down the large hallway now, scanning each of the nameplates on the doors as I go. There were so many that they start to blur together and I have to shake my head to keep focus. 

"Bubba!" A voice calls from the hallway bisecting the one I am meandering down. I look up to see Bruce standing there, a wide smile on his face. His hands are piled high with files, a cup of tea balanced precariously atop them. His briefcase is slung over his shoulder. 

"Hey there, Bruiser," I rush over to him, taking his mug into my hand before pulling him into a hug with an arm draping over his neck. "It's really good to see you."

"It's good to see you too, kid. Come on, lets go to the clinic and we can get started." I follow him down the hallways, twisting and turning around corridors before we finally make it to an annex building. 

"Here we are, go ahead and put your stuff down. Did you bring your charts with you?" He inquires, setting his files down on the desk with a thud. He sits down into the desk chair, typing away at the computer. 

"Here is everything as of three weeks ago." I slide a file across the desk, taking a seat across from him. "No 'how are you' or anything, huh?" I ask, setting my bag down on the floor next to me. Bruce looks up at me, a dumb smile on his face. 

"I'm sorry Bubba. How are you?" He pushes his hair back out of his eyes carefully.

"Considering I drove all the way up here to see your ugly mug, I could be better." I wink at him. He rolls his eyes in return, flipping open my file. 

"This thing is hefty." He murmurs, more to himself than to me. I can feel a blush begin to bleed its way over my chest. I have been sick for a while and Bruce has always known, but the idea of him looking over all the intimate details of it all has me anxious. "Lets go over this, then I'll go ahead and examine you. After that, maybe draw some blood and all that good stuff. Are you okay if I get a couple of lab workers to run the tests?" 

"Sure, I suppose." I mutter, looking him over. It's been about a year since I last saw Bruce, but he really hasn't changed since his accident, or really much at all. His dark mop of curls still stuck out in all directions and his brown eyes still glowed. He wears a lab coat, and business attire underneath which still cracks me up if I think about it too long. I remember when he wore nothing but too-loose jeans and waffle shirts. 

We spend the next few hours going over records and my health. He asks me so many questions that my head spins. One thing about Bruce, he has always been thorough. He takes blood samples and looks over my medication. Through the whole ordeal he has made himself impossible to read which only adds to the stress crawling under my skin. 

"Well, thing's aren't great, but they aren't terrible either." Bruce takes off his glasses and rubs over the bridge of his nose carefully. The gesture does not inspire any sort of confidence. "Your whole digestive system is a mess. Your nervous system is shot. You never grew out of your asthma, I don't know why your quack of a doctor said you did. You've got a handful of mental health medication, which are at least working, and don't even get me started on your uterus." 

"Jesus Christ Bruiser, is there anything that isn't wrong with me?" I laugh, running my hands over my thighs. 

"I will get all of your medication ordered and sent to your place, okay?" He dodges my question, typing away at the computer in front of him. "While you are here, want to grab some lunch with me? We can hang out in the Avengers wing away from all of the suits." 

"That sounds wonderful." I nod, pulling myself to my feet. 

We spend the whole of lunch catching up and joking with each other. He tells me about his sort of 'thing' with Natasha and we go over my complete lack of love interests. We talk about the team and how he feels like he is finally doing okay with being a hero and that makes my heart swell with pride. We reminisce about being kids at the lake and about how we wish we could go back sometimes. 

"Banner, want to tell me why you special ordered a whole pharmacy on my credit card?" A silky voice breaks over our laughter, pulling us from the bubble of nostalgia we have been in for the last couple hours. 

Bruce's eyes lock over my shoulder and I turn to see none other than Tony Stark standing there, a tablet in hand. He is dressed in a breathtakingly expensive navy suit paired with a soft lavender dress shirt. A pair of purple tinted glasses sit on the bridge of his nose, the thick frames showcasing the arrent brown of his eyes. His lack of tie and open collar leaving a perfect view of the top of his chest. A beautiful redhead stands next to him, holding a few files in hand. 

"Oh, hey Tony. Hi Pepper," Is all Bruce manages to say, the presence of the Playboy and his assistant catching us both off guard. 

"Bruiser, you said there wasn't going to be anyone else here, let alone your boss," I ask, voice stern but wavering. I stand from the couch, trying to put some distance between the horrible anxious feeling in my chest and myself but only managing to move further from both men. 

"He's not actually my boss-" Bruce begins but his words are cut off with a chuckle coming from Tony. 

"I don't know which B-Word I like better, Boss or Bruiser." He laughs again, clapping his hands together. I manage a glare directed straight at Bruce. 

"Seriously Tony?" Bruce asks, pushing himself from the couch. He takes a deep breath, shaking his head as if to try and shake loose some sort of idea. "Bubba, this is Tony, Tony, this is Bubba." He gestures between us, introducing us. "And that is Pepper Pots, Tony's assistant."

"Ah yes, Y/F/N Y/L/N, born and raised in the Midwest, high school graduate, no college degree, but it looks like you've got some certifications and  licenses under your belt," Tony reads from the tablet in his hands, "And  you are apparently friends with our resident rage monster, Dr. Banner." 

I look at Bruce again, his head buried in his hands. I suddenly feel like a deer caught in the headlights, unsure of what to do in this situation. I have never had a stranger know quite so much about me. 

"Bubba, answer a question for me, would you?" Tony asks, turning on his heel. I check with Bruce who gives me one of those 'I don't have the slightest' looks, shrugging his shoulders. "Why do you call him Bruiser?" There is nothing but amusement in his voice. He hands his tablet to Pepper, looking between Bruce and I in anticipation. 

"Bubba," Bruce warns me. I can feel his eyes boring into the side of my face as I look at Tony. "Don't you dare." That just earns a laugh from Tony. I just shake my head, not bothering to answer. 

"Not a secret I am going to share with a stranger." I finally say, bouncing on my toes. Bruce lets out a breath he was holding. 

"Okay, okay, all in due time I suppose." Tony claps his hands, "What do you do, Bubba?" 

"I am a party planner." I lie. Was, I was a party planner. My stomach twists with nausea. 

"Not as of a week ago." Pepper says casually, clicking away at the tablet. She wears a bit of a scowl, looking like she wants to be anywhere but here. 

"What?" Bruce's voice cuts through the tension that has built around me, closing me in. "What does she mean by that, Bubba?" 

Bruce's voice has a special way of eating away at me, it has been that way since we were children. This isn't the first time he has caught me in a lie, but this is definitely the first time it wasn't a lie I told my parents. I can feel my stomach twist and it's not from the lack of medication in my system.

"I lost my job, but it's no big deal. I've sent out some resumes, I'll find something soon." I tell him, trying to play down the situation. I am slick with sweat now, anxiety thrumming under my skin. 

"Sooner than you might think," Pepper speaks, "We want to offer you a contract to plan the rest of our events for the year. You come highly recommended it seems." She continues typing away, not bothering to look up at me. Tony stands beside her, a million dollar smile adorning his face.

I can't believe what I am hearing, a job offer has just fallen into my lap and I can't seem to make my brain work long enough to process it. Maybe it's the constant nausea, or maybe it's the situation, but my stomach rolls over. 

"I'll send the contract for you to read over and you let me know by the end of the week what you think of it, okay?" Pepper turns and pulls Tony with her out of the room. I stand dumbstruck in front of Bruce, unsure of what to say. I bring my hands to my stomach, attempting to ground myself in the moment. I take a few deep breathes, the last couple minutes playing on rerun in m head.  

When I finally look at Bruce, he is smiling brightly at me. 

"What is it?" I ask, rubbing my hands together to try and ease some of my anxiety. 

"I'm just looking forward to seeing you more often, that's all." He sits back down on the couch, kicking his legs up onto the coffee table. Confident bastard. 

"You think I am taking this job?" I ask him, eyes wide. 

"I think you will when you find out all of the amenities that come with it." He says like its a matter of fact. I scoff. "You get full medical coverage, including prescriptions. Vacation time, sick time, all of the good stuff." 

I think about the information carefully, but there is doubt in my mind about taking the job- working for the Tony Stark means putting myself out there in a way I never have before. But then again, it's only until the end of the year, and I can tough out eight months if it means not having to worry about medical care. Being close to Bruce is also a plus. I've missed having him around.

"I'll think about it."

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"I can't believe they expect me to move into the freaking compound." I announce to Bruce, my phone held between my ear and shoulder as I read the contract on my laptop. It has been three days since Pepper offered me job. The contract sat in my email collecting dust until this morning. 

"It's a good gig, Bubba," Bruce begins. I can hear him munching on something over the phone. "Plus, it would get you out of that shitty apartment. I hate that you live there, and truth be told, I don't think you like it." 

"Oh shut up, it's not so bad." I look around at my messy studio apartment, grimacing. 

"It's not so bad if you like being able to get stuff out of your refrigerator from your bed." 

"It makes for easy midnight snacking" I counter back, closing my laptop with a metallic click. I shift around on my bed, pulling my knees to my chest. "If I take this, and that's a big if, are we able to keep my medical shit under the rug? I'd prefer to not advertise it." 

"You bet, it's not anyone's business anyway." He soothes me. "I've got to get back to it, but seriously Bubba, just take the job and quit doubting yourself. I love you, kid." 

"I love you too, stupid." I hang up the phone. 

I look over my studio again, thinking about how nice it would be to live somewhere bigger than a shoebox. I open my laptop again, eyes dragging over the contract as I scroll. I click reply at the bottom. 

"Dear Miss Pots, I would officially like to accept your job offer..."

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Bruce took Friday off to come and help me pack all of my belongings. It didn't take longer than half a day to pack, not that much had fit into my studio in the first place. It is Saturday now, the sun high up in the sky beating down on us as we unload the truck in front of the compound. 

I look down from the truck to see Bruce standing there, hands on his hips as he looks up at me, smile wide. 

"What is it, Bruiser?" I question him, cocking my eyebrow.

"I just can't believe we will be living in the same place again, we are going to be kids all over again," He is awed at the thought, "Hell, your quarters even share a wall with mine!"

"Somehow I believe it won't be just like it was growing up, unless I find you sneaking out of the window again to go make out with Sherry Fisher." I tease him, pulling another box from the small pile in the back of the truck. 

"Dude, you were eleven, how do you even remember her?" He takes the box from me with a chuckle. 

"I remember because I had to cover for your ass when your Mom called mine so see where you had been that morning! Do you seriously not remember any of this?" I question him. I begin to pull the last of the boxes towards the opening of the truck bed. 

"No I don't, keep going, what did you tell her?" He asks, pulling down two small boxes. 

"I told them that you had gone fishing on the other side of the lake, then I ran outside and hid your pole and tackle box down by the old tire swing!" I pull the last box off the truck bed, walking it over to the pile we've made by the side door of the compound. "Then, when you finally came home covered in Sherry's cherry lip gloss, I pushed you into the lake!" 

"Now that part I remember!" He exclaims, pointing at me with one hand. A playful smirk decorates his lips and I can't help but laugh at the memory of him falling into the murky water. "You ruined my favorite shoes when you threw me in there!" 

"But you still thanked me. Heaven hath no fury like Mrs. Banner." I laugh. Bruce shakes his head in agreement.

"You saved me from my mother's wrath and I will always be thankful for that." He picks up a couple of the boxes, placing them in a stack on the movers bed before tilting it back and pulling it through the door. I sling my duffle bag and backpack over my body before pulling a suitcase behind me as I follow Bruce into the compound. 

It didn't take long before all of the boxes were piled in my living room. Bruce had left to get us lunch, leaving me behind to begin the unpacking process. I have a large living room, a kitchenette, a huge bedroom, and one and a half bathrooms all to myself. I know I don't have enough stuff to fill all of the space, and I am thankful that it came mostly furnished. I left the old furniture at the studio, wanting to make a completely fresh start. 

I pull open one of the boxes, pulling out kitchen plates and mugs from the inside, but I don't get very far before there is a knock at the door. I swing it open carefully, making sure there aren't any boxes in the way. Tony stands on the other side clad in an Iron Maiden tee-shirt and a well fitting pair of dark wash jeans. He smiles that million dollar grin at me before stepping into my new quarters. 

"It's good to see you're settling in." He begins, gazing around at all of the boxes. "I have a file for you, its the outline for the gala we are throwing next month. I need you to start planning it right away." He explains, holding out a folder for me. "Pepper usually drops this kind of stuff off but she is... off site at the moment." 

"Ah, thank you, I'll get started right away." I tell him, hugging the folder to my chest. Without a warning, my watch on my wrist starts ringing, a shrill noise filling the room causing both Tony and I to jump. "Oh god, I'm sorry, this stupid thing keeps doing this." I hit the buttons, getting the alarm to stop. I ignore the "High Heartrate" alert that flashes across the screen before turning my attention back to Tony.

"Is everything alright?" He narrows his eyes at me, searching my face for any since of duress. 

"I'm all good, I promise. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get some of this unpacking done and then I'll get started on this baby right here." I pat the folder. He doesn't say anything, just offers me a nod in return before heading out the door the way he came. I close the door behind him before heading to the couch, carefully laying myself on the floor and propping my legs up on the soft cushions. This should get my heart rate down, I hope, but only time will tell.

The next month goes by steadily, most of the team off on missions. The only people I really interact with are Bruce, Tony and Pepper. I did manage to meet Natasha once as she was passing though on her way to her next mission post. I spend most of the time planning out the charity gala that Tony is throwing. 

Roughly two hundred people are expected here tonight for a black tie party. The ballroom of the compound is decorated in deep navy and lavender, the same way that Tony was when I first met him. Something about the colors seemed to stick in my mind. Though they may be moody for late May, I opted for them anyway. 

Each table was set with rose gold flatware and bone China.  Eucalyptus and baby's breathe center pieces sit on each table. The place cards were all hand written and embossed with matching rose gold foil. String lights ran from the center point of the room out towards all of the walls creating a chandelier like effect. The small orchestra was set up in the corner, near the dance floor and across from the bar. Overall everything was absolutely breathtaking. 

"Hey, Bubba, this looks amazing," Bruce catches my attention as he walks into the ballroom. He spins around taking in all of the decorations, eyeing each detail before he focuses his attention back to me. 

"Thanks Bruiser, I think so too. I have really gotta impress you guys. I am meeting the team for the first time tonight and probably like a hundred other people and I'd like to think of this room as my very first impression. I just hope it goes well, and that Tony will like it." I ramble as I adjust one of the place cards on the table. 

"Everything looks fantastic and they are going to love you." Bruce pulls me into a hug, rubbing my back with his hand to ease the tension in my body. "Please tell me you have something to wear tonight." 

"Excuse me, this is literally my job. Did you really think I was going to show up in these ripped jeans and this flannel?" I jab, pinching at his sides. He pulls away, bending awkwardly to avoid my fingers. "Now, I have to go meet with the caterers so I will see you tonight." I wave him off before turning to head to the kitchen. 

It wasn't long before I got to get cleaned up and ready for the party. After a quick shower I stand in front of my closet mulling over my options. I could wear anything black tie, really. It's not like anyone is going to be focused on me at this thing. I shift the clothes around, pulling out a garment bag containing gray tuxedo. This will do. 

I pull the garment out of the bag carefully before dressing myself. The deep gray of the suit complementing the purple silk dress shirt I styled with it. I put in some earrings before tying my long gray tie. I leave my hair down and curly, letting it frame my face. The last step is a pair of dress shoes. I hate wearing heels to these things and absolutely avoid them whenever possible. 

By the time I head down stairs, Bruce is already standing in the ballroom talking to a couple of people. The party kicks off in about fifteen minutes and no part of me is surprised that he is early. My watch screams again, the 'High Heartrate' alarm sounding though out the room. I click the buttons quickly as I make my way deeper into the room. 

He lights up when he sees me, excusing himself from the group he was talking to before walking over to meet me. He pulls me into his side, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. 

"You look fantastic, Bubba," He smiles, "How are you feeling?" 

"Nervous, this kind of feels like a make or break moment, you know?" I tell him, letting my eyes gaze over the table settings. He keeps an arm wrapped around my body protectively as he leans down to whisper in my ear. 

"That's not exactly what I meant," His voice is stern, a ribbon of worry peaking through. His face is buried in my hair.

"Oh Bruiser, I am fine, don't worry. I took all my medication this morning, and I have the next two doses right here." I pat my chest signaling to the contents of my chest pocket. He smiles at me one of those bright smiles that lights up your whole chest with warm and I savor the feeling as it spreads throughout my chest. He gives me an encouraging pat on the back.

The rest of the night goes off without a hitch. Tony loves the whole ambiance of the party, and Pepper hangs off his arm in the most lovely way. It warms my heart to see them together in such a way, but it leaves a dark green part of my soul crying with envy. The whole night I have managed to meet all of Bruce's team- his friends. They welcome me with open arms, especially Natasha. I can't help but feel a bit bad about that fact, tearing her attention away from Bruce when I know he is the one biding for it. 

As the night begins to slow, the open windows bring cool night air into the party. I am sat at the bar, one drink in my hand, the same one that I have been nursing for the past three hours. I'm not supposed to drink, not on these meds, but it's definitely time to celebrate.

"How long have you been sitting here all alone?" I catch a glimpse of Natasha in the mirror behind the bar. She wears a light smirk covered in dark red lipstick. The dress she's in hugs her figure nicely, stretching with her movements. There is no bling or sparkle to the piece, the dark blush color speaking volumes all by itself. 

"Oh, not too long," I tell her as she slides up into the seat next to me. I run a finger over the rim of my glass, over and over again. She carries a martini in her hand, the lime green color makes me a bit nauseous, but I try not to let the feeling show. 

"So," She begins, placing her neatly folded hands on her knee, "How long have you and Bruce been seeing each other?" My eyes go wide at her question, my hands coming to a stop. 

"I beg your pardon?" I take a long sip of my drink, the immediate need to wet my throat almost overwhelming. I can feel my heartbeat quicken in my chest, bruising the inside of my ribcage with each insistent thump. 

"Oh, you don't have to be embarrassed. You can tell me! Bruce is practically my best friend. I can respect the fact that he wants to keep your relationship a secret. After all, in this line of work, it's easier to appear alone. You're less of a target that way," She brings her drink up to her lips, sipping slowly at the toxic colored liquid. She eyes me carefully, I can almost feel each and every pass of her eyes over the expanses of my skin. 

I am sure my whole body is drenched in sweat now, being on the opposite side of a deadly women with looks that could kill really does that to a person, but I do my best to compose what little of myself I can before offering her a smile. 

"I'm not sure what Bruiser has told you, but we are just long time friends. He's also technically my doctor. And also my roommate? Is that what we'd all be called, since we live here together?" I shake my head, trying to shake my thoughts back into place, "Bruiser and I are a lot of things, but together isn't one of them," I tell her. 

"That's really a shame," She mutter a bit, but there is something behind her voice that I can't quite read, "I see how you two look at each other, and he talks about you like you hung every star in the galaxy. The way his eyes sparkle when your name is even mentioned," She laughs a bit to herself, "I just thought there was something there," 

"The something is probably all of the residual anger from all those times I had to push him into the lake as kids," I laugh a bit, but Nat just looks at me inquisitively. 

Before I can say anything else, my heart monitor on my watch begins to ring, loud and obnoxious. I push the sleeve of my tux up, fumbling with it for a moment before accessing the buttons to turn it off. Natasha's eyes dart down to it quickly, before she excuses herself and disappears back into the crowd.

Before I can even begin to process the conversation I just had with Natasha, I can hear Bruce's voice excusing himself through the crowd with a chorus of "Oops" and "I'm Sorry". I catch him in the mirror, concern written all over his face. The look he sends me makes my heart beat faster, setting off the monitor again. I am quicker to shut it off this time, but Bruce grabs my wrist and pulls me off of my seat. 

"Come on, I'm calling it." He tells me, an air of concern in his voice. I can tell he is trying to stuff it down, to bury it under some sort of tone that booms with authority. He laces his fingers with mine and the heat that pours off his palm is stifling. He drags me through the crowd and into the elevator. After he asks for the floor with the nearest lab and the elevator begins its decent he turns to me, eyes full to the brim with worry. 

"How much have you had to drink?" He questions me, fingers still laced with mine. It's like he's holding me there, like if he takes his hand away I might disappear into thin air. 

"Technically less than one. You didn't let me finish my vodka lemonade," I tell him, crossing one arm over my chest in faux offense. 

"Don't do that, Bubba," He scolds, rolling his eyes at me. I want to fight him, to tease him, to push his buttons just like I have done most of our lives but something stops me. Maybe its the look in his eyes, or the way that his face is written with concern, his brain working a thousand miles a minute at some new unknown problem. Maybe it is the conversation Natasha and I had, hanging every star in the night sky and all that. Whatever it is, I keep my mouth shut, eyes boring into Bruce's profile as he guides me out of the elevator. 

The next few minutes blur by as I undress from the waist up down to my bar. Bruce is insistent on running an EKG, even though we did one a couple of months ago. I can feel how my skin blushes under his eyes, no doubt turning into a raspberry kissed sort of red. It doesn't help when his fingertips skim over my body, his gentle touches leaving a fire of energy in their wake. 

I can tell he is flustered with the way he gingerly moves the band of my bra, avoiding all eye contact with me while he presses the lead to my skin. I want to tell him how unnecessary this all is, but the words are caught somewhere between my head and my tongue. I can't help but dwell on each press of his fingertips, the gentle way he touches me and how my heart seems to flutter. 

Bruce begins to run the test, asking me to sit still and be quiet. I let my mind drift back to Natasha's words, and I can feel my heart spike the machine. Bruce runs a hand through his hair as he watches the results, squinting at the spike that has been recorded. 

"I need to talk to you about something," I inform him, sitting up. 

"After the test, lay back down," He places a hand on my shoulder, his fingers spread out enveloping as much flesh as he can reach. He still doesn't quite meet my eyes. 

"No Bruiser, now," I tell him, a hand folding around the thickness of his wrist. I begin pulling off a couple of the leads with my other hand, causing Bruce to mumble something under his breath. "I need to ask you something, and it's kind of important," I chance a look at his face and it is scribbled with an expression that I have come to try to avoid; curious worry. 

"What is it, Bubba?" He asks, pulling a stool over to sit in. He is looking up at me now, his hands folded in his lap. I hesitate for a moment, trying to collect my words. He takes my hands in his, holding them on my lap. The combination of his touch and his Earth ladened eyes put me at an even greater loss for words, so I spit out the first thing that comes to mind. 

"Natasha said something to me tonight, and I need to know if it's true," I squeeze my eyes shut, almost too hard. I don't dare witness the look on his face as I continue. He hums for me to continue, squeezing my hands reassuringly. "She asked me tonight if we were a couple, and I told her no, because we aren't, and then she said that you speak of me in a way that lead her to believe otherwise and I guess I've just gotta know if that's accurate," The words spill out of me so fast I don't even have time to choose them, so they are born into the world from my tongue in a mess of syllables and rushed breaths. 

When I finally crack an eye open, Bruce is staring up at me with a half cocked smile, a light chuckle falling from his lips. I shoot him a look, one of those 'are you serious' ones where my nose is scrunched up, head tilted to the side. 

"So, they got to you too, huh?" He asks with a laugh. He lets go of one of my hands, bringing his up to rub at his brow. He takes both of my hands in his other, like he is once again afraid to let me go. "Tony cornered me and started asking me if you and I were seeing each other. I figured it was because he planned on hitting on you or something, because you know how he is. But what he said is starting to make some sense," 

"What the hell did he say to you?" I shake his arm a bit, the action causing a smile to bloom over his lips. 

"After I told him that you and I were not, you know, an item, he laughed and said, "This is the first time I've lost a bet. Guess I'll have to call off the demolition crew,"" Bruce punctuates his sentence with air quotes and I can't help but laugh. The atmosphere shifts when we catch each others gaze mid laugh.  Everything going from light and playful to soaked in a new sense of intimacy. I cough a bit to cover it up. "I guess that's the narrative," He lets out a last little chuckle. 

"Bruiser," I start, shying away from his eyes again, "Are you sure there isn't anything else here that I'm missing?" He locks eyes with mine before looking anywhere else but I swear I can feel the heat crawling off his hand and up my arms. 

"You know, Bubba, this isn't exactly how I imagined this conversation going," He shrugs a bit, hand scratching at the light stubble on his cheeks. 

"This conversation?" I question him, leaning a bit closer. He slides up between my knees, eyes still locked on his shoes. 

Bruce brings his eyes up to meet mine and there is something in them I have never seen before. A youthful innocence that is just burning bright in his irises. 

"You know, Bubba, it's you, it's always been you," He begins, eyes boring into mine, "Since you were nineteen it's been you. You're it for me," His words are dripping with candor and honey. "That's why every single woman I date always ends up being a sort of something. The only sure thing in my world is you." He drops his eyes and in that split second I can't help but snag a glance down at his lips. 

My world was cracking open around me. Bruiser, Bruce, the man that I have know for all the years that it counts to actually know somebody is spilling his heart out to me and I can't help but feel like he is stealing the words right out of my mouth- my heart. 

I pull my hands from his before leaning forward and grabbing onto the thick material of his lapels and pulling his body closer to mine. I stop pulling, our lips millimeters apart, giving him one final moment to back out and into the life we have been living up until we entered this room- but he doesn't. He stands, cupping my face in his hands before leaning down and capturing my lips with his. 

He tastes like sour whiskey and cherries, a deadly mixture that causes me to pull him endlessly closer. Our bodies pressed together, he makes a move to pull me up from the exam table, his hands wrapping themselves in the tendrils of my hair. I could kiss him for hours and I don't know how we have ever stood in a room together before and not been kissing like this. Years of time wasted all because there wasn't a billionaire scientist and a deadly assassin to mettle into our personal lives sooner. 

I push him back a bit, a small whimper leaving his lips as we part. I can't help the big, cheesy smile that breaks over my lips before I speak, "As my doctor, isn't this a sort of abuse of power, or something?" I ask him, flirtation laced in my voice. I run a hand over his tie then up to his cheek. 

He breaks out into a smile too, "It's a good thing my co-worker Helen Cho is a hell of a doctor," He shoots back at me before leaning in and snagging another blistering his from my lips. 

"But she's not a medical doctor," I mumble against his kisses, my smile to wide to kiss him back properly. 

"Oh shut up, Bubba," He whispers before pulls away. "Get dressed, we have a party to get back to, and I want to dance with you," 

"You know I would have danced with you, anyway, Bruiser," He watches me get dressed, a small dopey smile on his face. 

"It's not about the dance," he hums, "It's about the kiss that ends it."

[kitasfox]

Okay, okay listen: Miya Atsumu wasted doing horrible sex (like he gets off before putting it inside) and the reader has lost any interest in him but when he meets her again and discover how shameful it was he decides to make it up?

okay okay LISTEN WHAT IF READER IS NOW SAKUSAS GF THK??? WHAT ABOUT THEN??? OMG SHEJSJSBDV

a/n: ok I just wrote this bcs I had a dream about sakusa and i really really needed to write for him, and this was the only way I could think of </3 idk about this man I wrote it @ 3 am cuz I had a nightmare and this was a good distraction I hope yall like it

THIS POST IS NSFW! Minors do not interact or I'll bite.

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warnings: spitting LETSGO mean sakusa nice(ish) atsumu, sakuatsu a lil, competitiveness, possessiveness, ughhh fucking, strong strong Lang, name calling, degrading, praising, a lil humiliation on tsumu the bimbo

Atsumu really doesn't know how it even came here.

The last thing he remembers, he was at the Gala, and you were with Sakusa; the pretty girlfriend of the popular volleyball player, who had finally brought with him to have people meet her.

How ugly of a coincidence it was, when you had come face to face, and realized you knew each other.

Fuck.

Atsumu doesn't even remember what had happened that night, really, all he remembers is your naked body under him, your pretty face and glossed lips pursed into a dissatisfied frown.

The same pout he's staring at now, seven years later, the memories coming to the blonde like flashes of a nightmare.

"—fuck, baby, you're so hot!" He remembers groaning at you, hands wandering over your body. "So fucking hot, look how hard I am."

He remembers how much his cock hurt as your hand stroked him over his pants, an act to make him feel good as you two made out— but not that good as he was rutting his hips up into your hand, moaning loudly into your ear, precum creating a spot on his jeans.

Well, you still had to admit he sounded good when he moaned.

Still— even that wasn't enough to phase your drunken mind to think anything about that night was hot, remembering how the both of you had pulled your clothes off in the blink of an eye, him pulling you into his strong arms and biting into the skin of your neck, all only exciting you for what turned out to be a disappointment.

"H-ah—" the blonde had moaned, hovering over you as he pumped his cock with a grin, face flushed with alcohol— a real pretty sight to see as you watch his muscles move under his skin, your legs wrapped around his narrow waist as he had rubbed his cock on your entrance, "fuck baby I'm close—"

"You're what?" You had asked, bewildered as you watched his cock twitch with need, precum oozing from the angry red tip when he had rutted against you once again, "—holy fuck, baby, fuck!"

He remembers, only now remembers your wide gaze, staring at him as if to ask "are you fucking serious right now?"

He remembers he was grinning, eyes closed, chest heaving as he lay there spent, the heaviness of alcohol coming down on him. The last thing he can even remember is your frustrated groan: "what the fuck?"

And now, you were here once again, just as pretty— even prettier, with that little black dress hugging your frame, eyes staring at him with a new maturity, lips glossed red.

Your hands were wrapped snugly around a curly-haired wing spikers arms when he had first seen you that night, and somehow, now, you were once again naked and whining under Atsumj- this time, however, with an audience and the need to prove.

(dude I'm so sorry for this sentence I was tipsy when I wrote it and I literally can't change it rn my mind goes blank so take this apology instead BAHAH)

"Oh, you know each other?" Sakusa had asked so unphased when you had scorned at the blond friend he had brought you to meet, Atsumu sending you silent pleas not to tell him but— "yeah, we fucked in college."

"Yeah but—" Atsumu tries to interject, change the topic somehow, somehow before Sakusa knows that he— "he came before he could even put it in."

Amusement lingers on your lips as you hide a smile, similar to the one Sakusa now has; a beautiful pair the two of you make, cruel and beautiful.

"I was wasted!" Atsumu groans, face burning with humiliation, trying to explain that it was only in the past— he didn't fuck like that anymore, he could make a girl go crazy with how much she came on his cock.

"Yeah?" Sakusa had arched his brow, black eyes glinting with something Atsumu can't decipher. Prove it then."

"Prove— what the fuck are ya sayin' 'omi?" With a burning excitement forming in the pit of his stomach, Atsumu looked adorable staring at you with wide eyes.

"I'm telling you to back your words up, Miya," Sakusa had smiled. "Or are you afraid?"

And in the whirl of a moment, it felt like seconds as you found yourself in Sakusa's place, clothes torn and thrown on the ground as a stranger's hands wandered over your body.

A strong contrast he is to your boyfriend, you realize; praises falling from his lips like prayer, groans and moans that have you fluttering around his cock, soft touch that doesn't leave handprints on your skin as Sakusa always does, mercy like you've never seen before— maybe a bit too much, too.

To the point where you're sobbing with pleasure.

"Fuck— oh, fuck!" You're crying, sobbing as Atsumu keeps pumping into your oversensitive pussy, wetness dripping down both your thighs. You claw at his chest with a loud cry when Atsumu brings his fingers down to circle your clit, a burning surge of pain running down your spine and making your whole body tremble. "—s too much, Atsumu it's too much— ah!"

"Take it, baby, I know you can," he heaves, golden eyes hooded and bright, breathless as he stills in you for a second. Blonde locks of hair stick on his flushed face. "Yer such a good girl, take my fuckin' cock, let me prove t'ya I'm so much better than what I was— I'm gonna show ya I can make ya cum."

His accent gets heavier as he gets closer to his orgasm, cock twitching in you like crazy, a telltale he's losing the tremendous control he hall night, edging himself for the past God knows how many hours.

You don't notice— but Atsumu hasn't come once since the night had started.

"Such a good girl, fuck, feeling good, pretty girl?"

"A whore is what she is," Sakusa interrupts with a mean frown, "a little slut, addicted to cock, aren't ya? Look at this face." His fingers dig into your cheeks as he forces your head up to look at him, mouth hanging open, eyes lidded as fat tears fall from them, you look thoroughly fucked dumb. "You call this a good girl?"

The way he stares down at you with disgust, Atsumu moans loudly when you clamp down on him like you've never before.

Sakusa grins— after all, however he might try, Atsumu can never make you cum as he does, and it seems that he intends to make it clear.

Atsumu's gaze meets Sakusa's; he has never seen the wing spiker like this before, so possessive and threatening as Sakusa leans forward, face hovering over yours, curls brushing over your face, and spits.

Of course, you don't waste a second before swallowing, eyes looking back up at your cruel boyfriend as you wait for his next order.

"That's a good girl." Sakusa tells Atsumu, patting your cheek approvingly.

"Fuck you, 'omi." Atsumu groans, once again starting to rut into you, this time with newfound fervor as he seems to have forgotten just how big of a cock he has, literally splitting you open as he pushes in and out. "Watching your girlfriend get fucked by your rival— you getting turned on by this?"

"No, I get turned on by seeing you make a fool of yourself." Sakusa snaps, and only you know how Atsumu twitches inside you at that. "You call this fucking a girl? Pathetic."

"Shut yer trap," Atsumu groans, you feel his hands gripping you even tighter, although you have a feeling it's not with anger, "I'm fucking yer girl an' I'm fucking her good. Just look how she's creamin' on me like a whore, or drooling all over her fuckin self."

"Isn't that right, pretty girl?" Atsumu turns back to you, landing a soft slap on your clit to make you scream, "gonna beg for me to make you cum? Let your boyfriend hear you be a pathetic little slut for someone else?"

"—yes I-"

"That's right," Sakusa grins, "she has to beg for you not to cum early."

You swear, for a moment, the man fucking into you isn't Atsumu anymore.

Your screams ring in the room as Sakusa finally goes quiet, jerking himself off to the sight of his pretty girlfriend getting used by a man possessed; a man who hates to lose, a man of greed.

You're gasping for air as he knocks the wind out of you with every snap of his hips, choked gasps falling from your lips as your spent body moves with his force like a lifeless ragdoll—

"Fu—ah- fuck!" Every muscle in your body tightening, yearning for a high that is too much for your exhausted body- "She's cumming." Two words from your boyfriend, and you're clamping down like crazy on Atsumu's cock, sobbing with squeaky whines as your orgasm washes over you right before unconsciousness does.

"H-holy fuck." Atsumu groans when you go limp, placing you gently on the bed, making sure you're okay, and Sakusa is okay with it.

A nod from the man, and Atsumu finally let himself fall back on the bed, chest heaving with deep breaths, cock still hard and leaking against his abs, his body twitching with need.

"Aren't you gonna cum?" Sakusa speaks from where he sits, his cock also hard between his pretty hands. He lets go of it, frowning and hissing as he pulls his pants back up and walks over to the bed, on Atsumu's side.

"Go on," Sakusa tells the man, squirming in his place, face dark and mind hazy with the need to release, Sakusa's hands feel so soothing as it traces shapes against his cheek. "you did good, Atsumu. Go on, come for me."

[callsign-magnolia]

I Hope You Dance // Ch. 22

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

A/N: This is cross posted to my Wattpad, so if this seems familiar that is why!

TW: Mental abuse, emotional abuse, slight physical abuse, death and loss.

Description: When Caila meets Rooster, sparks fly. But, she's already married, to a man who she thought loved her, and won't let her go. Rooster will fight for her, he just has to convince Caila to fight for herself.

Word Count: 7.5k

Chapter 21 | Masterlist

"I didn't think she got along with other dogs?" Mom asked as I showed her the picture of Dahlia I got from the vet. She was curled up in the grass, a little chihuahua curled up against her. "The vet said she seems nervous around bigger dogs, ones close to her size. But the little ones, she's great with! Apparently this is their daily thing, she lays down and this little chihuahua just waddles on over and curls up against her and naps in the sun." Mom placed a hand on her heart, cooing over the picture. Rooster bent down to my ear, from his place next to me. "What if we got another dog?" I quirked a brow. "We? Another?" He nodded. "I love Dahlia, but maybe we could get one together. Some little dog in a shelter somewhere." My bottom lip jutted out.

"You're playing with fire Bradley. If you take her to a shelter you have to keep a hold of her at all times, or else she will wander off and find the oldest dogs and the ones with special needs." Mom said as she pointed at him. He chuckled nodding, "Hold her hand at all times? Easy enough." He said intertwining her fingers and leaning down to kiss me. I smiled at him before we were interrupted by Jerry. "Okay, he will be cuffed the entire time. We have four bailiff's in there to keep him away from you, I'm not having a repeat of yesterday. He also hired a new lawyer." I nodded, maybe things will go better now.

"So we are wrapping on the domestic violence case, so after we finish with the car accident, I will only be getting character witnesses from everyone else. Then we will be moving on to Bradley's case." Rooster furrowed his brows. "Wait, do I need a lawyer?" I chuckled as Jerry gave him an incredulous look. "Do you not like the job i've done?" Rooster shook his head. "No, but isn't it a separate case? Don't I need my own council?" Jerry shook his head. "I am your council." Rooster furrowed his brows. "Then how much do I owe you?" I placed my hand on his chest, shaking my head. "Nothing." Jerry said walking away. "What am I missing?" He asked looking down at me. "Nothing." Mom said walking away. "They paid for my lawyer didn't they?" I nodded. "Yeah..." He sighed.

"Go, you need to get in there. I'll be right behind you." He said before pulling me in, kissing my forehead. I nodded, leaning up to kiss his jaw before walking into the court room. I sat next to Jerry who looked to me, I caught his eye and he jerked his head back, telling me to look at Aaron. I had to bite back the smirk seeing him cuffed to the table. "Karma's a bitch." Jerry sing songed. "Too bad, I'm a bigger bitch." His hand flew to his mouth, covering his laughs. "All rise." We stood, our demeanor immediately changing as Judge Durham came in.

"Okay, we are picking up where we left off yesterday. Mr. Polinksi." Jerry nodded, standing. "Miss Motley." I nodded, standing and walking to the stand. I was sworn in again and sat in the chair, crossing my legs. "Miss Motley, it's no secret that Mr. Wilder was physically abusive." I nodded. "It was a... common occurrence." He nodded. "Do you mind if I show a few videos from your home security system?" I nodded. "Go ahead." He turned to the tv that was wheeled in, turning it on. "This first video is an altercation that took place just after Miss Motley returned home from joining her mother on tour." He started the video and I closed my eyes, not wanting to see it all over again. It was when he confronted me after I came home from mom's tour.

I opened my eyes just as the knife flew across the kitchen on the screen, hitting the wall next to me as I cowered on the floor. I looked at the girl in the video. So scared, so sure she was going to die by his hand. Maybe that night, maybe later but she was so sure of it. But as long as Rooster lived, I didn't care and neither did she. I tuned back in when I saw Aaron rip off his belt, smacking me across the back a few times before wrapping it around my throat and pulled. Jerry only stopped it when Aaron reached for the button on his jeans. "That's enough. Now I'm going to show y'all a video from the day of the car accident."

He changed it, this video start with me rushing downstairs and into Aaron's office. It was video footage of the day I found out I was pregnant and I found the life insurance policy. I grimaced at the image of Aaron yanking me by my hair, and me screaming for Phoenix to call my parents. I looked to my friends, their faces all the same. Disgust and hatred for Aaron. Phantom pains shot through my fingers at the memory of ripping off the door frame, watching it splinter and fly off around me. "This is the point where Mr. Wilder drove them up the mountain. Now, Miss Motley, did you realize what he was going to do?" I nodded. "And did you grab the wheel?"

"Yes, I did." Jerry nodded. "Why?" "I realized he was going to drive us off the mountain. I was-I was... pregnant." I paused, the tears building. "I had decided that I would leave for my babies sake. I couldn't let him hurt them. But when I grabbed the wheel he punched me on the side of my face. He jerked the wheel after that." He nodded. "And would you say because of that accident you suffered a spinal injury, one you had to have surgery for, a concussion, a tib fib fracture, and your miscarriage?" I nodded. "Very well I suggest we move the charge from attempted murder to one count attempted murder and one count vehicular feticide." A sob hit me immediately, rattling me to the bone.

"Very well." Judge Durham said, slamming the gavel. "You may step down Miss Motley." I nodded, standing on unsteady legs, almost like Bambi. Good thing I wore dress pants today, if I fall out no one can see that I am, once again, not wearing underwear. "I'm sorry to spring that on you, but he deserves to pay for that and spend life in prison." Jerry whispered to me and I nodded. I sat in my seat as Jerry called up the people he wanted to use for character witnesses for me and against Aaron. Payback, Fanboy, Bob, Mav, and Penny. It was simple, easy enough. Now came the tricky part, getting him for having Rooster followed and for Melissa's death.

"I would now like to address the potential hit placed on Mr. Bradshaw." The bailiffs went over to Aaron, lifting him out of his chair and pulled him towards the stand. "I'll just cut to the chase. Were you ever jealous of Mr. Bradshaw? Him and your then wife became fast friends." He shook his head and scoffed. "Of course not." Jerry huffed. "Did you ever feel he was stepping in on your marriage?" He nodded. "Yes, he had been trying to break up our marriage since he met Caila." Jerry nodded. "What makes you think that?" Jerry took a look around, like he was searching for something to say.

"She was pulling away. She always communicated with me when she was deployed, then suddenly they just slowed down till they stopped. That's how I knew she had found someone else." His face hardened as his eyes settled on me. "I used to get... daily updates from her. Everything she did. How much time she spent in the gym, what she ate, how much, who she spoke to, she would even tell me how long she spent in the air." Jerry nodded.

"But isn't that only because you required these things from her. You had so little trust in her you made her tell you those thing, or else you would call off the engagement. You never responded to any of those emails. Let's face it, you wanted her to depend on you, make her feel like she needed you." He rolled his eyes. "Isn't that what wives are for? I had to monitor her, or else she'd run off with some man somewhere. She didn't know what was good for her." I lowered my eyes, feeling many other people's eyes on me, questioning what I had been thinking.

"You couldn't lose control of her. You tried to control who she spoke to, how much time she spent in the gym, even her eating habits. That's why she sent you those emails, because you threatened to leave her if she didn't." He rolled his eyes. "Do you know what she looked like when I first met her? The navy whipped her into shape, but it wouldn't have been enough. I had to make sure she stayed in shape." Jerry scoffed. "You chose to stay with her to marry her-" "I took pity on her. When I asked her on our first date, it was supposed to be a prank some friends and I were pullin'. But I felt guilty and went thinking, 'One date couldn't hurt.' But then, I fell for her and I did love her at one point, but over time my feelings changed."

"So why not just give her the divorce?" His eyes flashed to Jerry, narrowing them. "Because she's still mine." Jerry shook his head. "Was. She was yours." He shook his head. "No, she still is. She's never gone any part of her adult life without me. She doesn't know how to function without me." Jerry shrugged pulling out a sheet of paper. "A house on the beach, an airstream, an outstanding career as a naval aviator, a semi-successful music career, and a doting boyfriend who seems absolutely taken with her. Sounds like she's functioning really well without you." He pulled on his cuffs, making me jump slightly.

"So why did you place that hit on Mr. Bradshaw?" He shook his head. "I didn't." Jerry scoffed. "We have your phone records." He shrugged. "Can't prove who I called." Jerry nodded, smirking before clicking a button on the remote. "Mr. Wilder, I've been expecting your call. Heard your having a little trouble with the wifey."

"Daniel. Yeah I am, she filed for a fucking divorce." There was a chuckle on the line. "Well, we can't have that. You promised to get my brother out of prison, I do this for you as payment." I screwed my eyes shut as I heard Aaron hum in agreement. "Of course." "So whose my target?" Hearing this conversation was making me nervous, my nerves settling in my chest. "One Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw, call sign Rooster. He currently lives on the Naval Air Station at Oceana, he's stationed there but he routinely leaves with his buddies. Plenty of opportunity to take him out."

"I will get right on it sir-" "No. I will call you with the word, just follow him for now." There was a hum. "Not usually how I work, but I will this one time. You give me the word, he'll be dead in seconds." "Good, thank you Daniel." "You're welcome." Aaron hung his head. "You bugged my phone?" Jerry chuckled. "It had been bugged for awhile, the FBI has a case against you. Botched court cases, lying in court to get people free. That will be a separate court case though."

"So, I'll ask again. Why did you order the hit if you didn't love her? Why not just give her the divorce?" "BECAUSE SHE'S MINE GODDAMMIT! SHE'S MINE! SHE IS MEANT TO BE WITH ME!" I jumped back towards the railing behind me as he started screaming, Rooster's hand landing on my shoulder. "So you did it?" "YES! Because he doesn't deserve her! No one is better for her than me!" He's losing it, like really losing it.

"So she deserved all the things you put her through?" He nodded, his eyes turning to me. "Yes! She cheated on me, she doesn't deserve happiness!" Jerry smirked. "Thank you for your confession. I rest my case." Jerry said coming over and sitting next to me again. Aaron looked around wide eyed, shocked. "Tha-that wasn't a confession." The judge raised a brow. "He asked if you did it and you said yes." Jerry shook his head. "No I didn't." I rolled my eyes, he can't gaslight his way out of this one. "Yes, it was. I am going to dismiss us for the day. We'll pick back up tomorrow."

I walked out, Rooster's hand in mine. "Hey, Phoenix?" She turned to me from her spot next to Hangman. "Do you um, wanna hang out for awhile?" She nodded, smiling at me. "Of course, but can you and Rooster stand to be separated for awhile?" I nodded, smiling at her when I was suddenly grabbed. "Phoenix, I don't share." She smirked at him. "Good thing I had her first then." She said as we walked outside to the cars, people still screaming love and hate towards me. "Yeah but I kissed her first." He said as we got in the car after Phoenix and Hangman. "Mm, actually..." Rooster's face fell and Hangman's lifted. "What? You two have kissed?" Phoenix nodded.

"On multiple occasions." He raised his brows. "I want to hear about this." I shook my head. "Phoenix can tell you later, I don't think my boyfriend appreciates it." I said as I ran my hand through his hair, brushing it back. The edges of his mouth twitched and I giggled. "Come on, Roo. You can't be mad at me." He refused to look at me. He was adorable when he pouted, and I hope our kids are that adorable.

When we got up to our floor, I went with Rooster to change clothes before going to Phoenix's room. Rooster was still pouting and I smirked, walking up behind him and wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders. "Roo, you can't be mad at me." He shook his head. "Does it really bother you that I've kissed Phoenix?" He shook his head again. "No." I smiled, one hand drifting around to his chest, rubbing gently. "Then what's got you so worked up?" He pulled away to sit on the couch, holding out his hand to me. I took it, moving to sit in his lap, my dress riding up my thighs. "Just wanted to spend time with you is all."

I smirked shifting in his lap, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my thigh, motioning him to push my dress up. He did so till it was resting above my hips. The skirt being too tight for me to straddle him. "I got a way to make it a little easier." He raised a brow. "Oh, you do?" I nodded. "Take me. In whatever position you want." His eye brows raised. "Any position?" I nodded, biting my lip as his hands drifted over my sides, up to my ribs. His thumbs grazing just under my breasts. "Let's get this off you." He said pushing my dress over my head, laying it on the couch next to us.

"There is one position I've been wanting to try with you." He said, reaching his hand up and running his knuckles down my cheek. "What is it?" I asked eagerly. I ran my hands up his chest, undoing his tie and pulling it off his collar. He smirked before slamming me onto the couch, flipping me so I was facing the window. "Fuck, I love when you toss me around." He smirked landing a smack to my ass. "Then you're gonna love this. Stay like this for me?" I nodded as he leaned over me. "Good girl." He whispered in my ear before standing and undressing himself.

He was standing right in front of me, the urge to reach up and stroke him through his boxers was overwhelming. His cock sprang free as he removed his boxers, leaving them in the floor. I looked up to him, seeing his eyes on me. He smiled at me before stroking himself a few times, I moaned at the sight. I reached between my legs, my core already dripping just at the sight of his cock. "Needy little girl, hm?" I nodded, biting my lip as my fingers grazed across my clit. "Open." I smiled at him, opening my mouth.

He smiled at me, leaning down, his tip pushing past my lips. "Such a good girl for me, all that throat training paid off." He slipped farther into my throat making me moan around him. He moaned as he bottomed out, my tongue caressing the underside of his cock. "I could stay in your mouth pretty girl, but I think I'd rather be buried in that sweet pussy of yours right now." He pulled out, leaning down to kiss me. "Mm, taste like me. Just like I like it." I smiled as he slid in behind me, wrapping his arm under my right knee, lifting it up until that hand groped my breast.

I moaned, realizing what he was about to do. "Like this pretty girl?" I nodded rapidly. "Please, Bradley. Please." He leaned over, kissing my head. "I'll take care of you, pretty girl. Don't I always take care of you?" I nodded. "Yeah." It was a whine, I felt so needy, so desperate for him. He reached down, lining himself up with my entrance before gently pushing in. I hissed at the sensation, the stretch just as delicious as it was every time. "That's it, pretty girl. Take all of me. Good girl." My brain went fuzzy as he started thrusting into me. "Fuck, Bradley. Right there." I moaned as his thrusts sped up. His free hand grabbed my chin, tilting it towards the window.

"Look at us, pretty girl. Oh, you look so beautiful when you're stuffed full of my cock." His words spurred me on, my wet pussy clenching around him. "Anyone in any of these other buildings could easily see us you know, see my fucking my girl. If only they could hear you like I do, hear you crying my name." I moaned out, my head tilting back as he kissed it. They sound of skin slapping and our moans filled the room, something about hearing him and watching him fuck me turned me on so much. "I can feel you squeezing me. Are you gonna come on my cock?" I nodded, my response a babbling mess. "Yes, Bradley. Yes, I wanna come on your cock. So close, please, please." He groaned when he heard me beg, his hand coming up to grip my throat.

"Come on, pretty girl. Come on my cock and I'll fill you up." I moaned loudly at his words. "That's it, come for me." My orgasm hit, my head thrown back against his. "Oh yes, fuck, Mags. Gonna pump you full of me. I want my cum to be dripping down your thighs when you leave here." He said before his release hit, filling my womb with him. He stayed buried inside me, both of us coming down from our highs. "You are an amazing woman. I love you, so much." He said leaning up to kiss my temple.

We stayed like that for a few more minutes before I finally got up, much to Rooster's dismay. "Do you have to leave me?" He whined and I laughed, pulling on one of his shirts and a pair of shorts. "I asked Phoenix to hang out, it'd be pretty rude if I didn't show up." He rolled his eyes. "She'll be okay." I chuckled, leaning over the back of the couch to kiss him when he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. "No. No!" I laughed out, pulling away from him. "So damn needy." He scoffed as I reached for the door. I smirked, realizing he was still butt ass naked on the couch. I swung the door open, gasping. "MOM!" I heard a thud and realized he fell off the couch, making me laugh. "DON'T COME OVER HERE!" I laughed at his reaction. "I'm kidding!" He groaned, his head peeking over the couch. "I love you!" I yelled as I dodged the pillow that was thrown at me.

I stepped out, rushing down the hall to Phoenix's room. I knocked and I heard some rustling before the door opened. "Hi!" She said with a wide smile, waving me in. I stepped in as she beelined for the couch and I closed the door. "Miss ma'am." I said turning towards her with a smirk. Her eyes widened and she held out her hands. "It's not what you think!" "Not what I think?! You pinned Hangman to the door and almost suffocated him with that kiss the other day! Plus you've been glued to him since we got here!" She shook her head. "It's just friends with benefits." I narrowed my eyes at her. "Well you two are the most affectionate friends with benefits I've ever seen." I said as I plopped down next to her on the couch, tucking my feet under her.

"Is it any good?" I asked and her eyes widened at me. "You've seen the man! I may be taken but even I'm not blind to how attractive he is!" She laughed. "It-" Her face burned red as she brushed some hair from her face. "It's the best sex I've had." I squealed at her words. "Really?" She nodded, giggling. "Really, it surprised me at first. I thought he was just all talk and one night I told him to show me and holy shit. He did." I laughed at her words. "He really took me by surprise."

"I mean, I'm surprised and yet I'm not." She furrowed her brows. "I mean you two look great together. It just-it makes sense." She chuckled. "I'm not marrying the guy." I flashed her a smile. "Never say never." I said getting up and going to her fridge for a water. "I'm not!" She said turning to me. "Okay, what about you and Rooster?" I smiled at her. "What about me and Rooster?" I twisted the lid off the bottle, smirking at her. "How's your guys' sex life?" I couldn't help but giggle. "Very, very healthy." Her mouth hung open. "You two had sex right before you came over here!" I nodded as I sat next to her again.

"We did." She smirked at me. "And?" I giggled. "It's always great, never a dull moment." I said as I sipped on my water. "What's the most interesting thing you two do?" I raised my brows. Phoenix and I have always been open with each otherwise but this surprised me. "I don't know if Rooster would appreciate me telling anyone what we do in the bedroom." She nodded and we sat quietly for a minute. "I won't tell anyone." I gave her a doubtful look. "You can't keep my secrets. I know at least two occasions you spilled them." She grinned at me. "But I spilled to Rooster!" I shook my head, wide eyed. "Exactly! I don't need you running back to him saying you know what his dick looks like!"

Her jaw dropped in surprise. "You two have picture?!" My face fell, realizing what I said. "Yes." She laughed. "Are they mostly of you or him?" I shrugged. "We have a few Polaroids. He has multiple of me, I have plenty of him and we both have a few with both of us in it." She raised a brow. "I may have to use that idea." I nodded. "I have a few of me I can show you." She nodded as I whipped out my phone, showing her the few I took when Rooster went to work, that first day I was on leave. Leaving out the one with my fingers inside me. "Holy shit, Magnolia you're hot!" I chuckled at her excitement.

"Thanks, took a long time for me to feel that way." She smiled at me. "Got any suggestions for posing?" I nodded. "Got a full length mirror?" She nodded. "In the bedroom." She said motioning me to follow her. We spent the next few hours going over some poses and even learning a few new ones. "See I always feel sexy in lingerie but I'm tired of only having black." I chuckled. "Hangman's favorite color is navy if you ever want to try something different." She nodded before turning to me. "How do you know that?" I smirked. "When Jameson and Laura got married they were picking colors for the wedding, they couldn't chose so Hangman said navy. Laura yelled at him saying 'We're not using your favorite color in my wedding!' He pouted like a puppy for an hour after she yelled at him." Phoenix laughed. "Oh! You know what we should do when we get back?" I raised a brow at her. "What?" 

"A boudoir shoot!" I face flushed and I pursed my lips. "I don't know." She raised a brow at me. "You can take pictures like this-oh my god!" She scrolled too far, seeing the first nude photo I sent Rooster. I snatched my phone from her my face red. "Oh my god! You can take pictures like that but not let someone take pictures of you in a body suit and stockings?" I held my phone to my chest, trying to calm her down. "It's just-Rooster thinks I'm gorgeous and these were meant for him. Showing you was no problem because you don't judge me. But to dress in lingerie in front of a stranger and let them take pictures of me? It's just not something I'm comfortable with." She gave me a small smile, scooting closer to me on the floor. "I know, you still see yourself as that little girl with insecurities. But wouldn't that little girl be proud of who you are now? You're one of the best aviators the navy has ever seen, you've survived some very dangerous missions, you have been through hell and back, you have an amazing man who supports you in everything you do." 

I pursed my lips. Sixteen year old me wasn't happy in her own skin, she felt out of place wherever she went. She never felt strong, or brave. She also never believed she'd find someone to love her, she figured going into the navy, there would never be time for a relationship, but boy did she want one. I realized I had tears welling in my eyes, and I wiped them away. "Yeah, I guess she would be proud." Phoenix smiled at me. "You've achieved so much in just twenty-nine years, Magnolia. You should be proud of yourself." I nodded. "Sometimes I wonder where I'd be without you, Phoenix." She gave a low whistle. "Stranded on the side of the road somewhere, forgetting you have a cell phone." I laughed loudly, knowing she was probably right. "I keep you on track, we all know your brain wanders." I nodded, brows raised. "You're right. Thank you, Phoenix." 

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Today would be the day that we would be going over Melissa's murder. I stood with everyone as Jerry went over everything. "They do have DNA evidence on him and he's cracking. He tried to kill himself in jail last night." My breath caught in my throat. He really tried to kill himself, something I never saw Aaron doing. "He seems a little unhinged this morning. We think it'll be fairly easy to get him to confess with all the evidence we have." We nodded and I followed Jerry into the room, taking my seat again. It was a solemn feeling today, especially when they brought Aaron in, he had gauze around his wrists and I wanted to vomit. He couldn't even accept what he did so he decided to opt out of it. 

We rose for the judge and even he seemed different today. "Today we discuss the murder of Melissa Montgomery. Mr. Wilder, how do you plead?" Aaron stood, a dead look in his eyes. "Not guilty, your honor." He nodded and Jerry turned to me. "He just signed his life away." He whispered and I sighed turning back to the judge. "Mr. Bowers, you may proceed." Aaron's lawyer nodded, standing and making his way to the front. "How can we trust what this woman says?" I raised and brow and Jerry scoffed leaning back in his chair. "She had to have this trial moved out of state just to get her way. She will go through any lengths to make sure my client goes to prison. She yanked the wheel and caused their car accident, she was jealous of Melissa taking her husbands attention, so she killed her and buried her under the azalea's in their backyard." 

"I'm sorry, is your only defense blaming Miss Motley?" Aaron's eyes widened as well as his lawyers. "Unacceptable. Sit down. Mr. Polinski make your case." Jerry bit back his smirk before standing. "My client wanted away from her husband. She told Melissa she could be with him if she so wished, but also informed her that her husband refused to divorce her. She went home after the altercation between Mr. Wilder and Mr. Bradshaw, and was not seen by anyone except Mr. Wilder after that." He pulled out a few papers and clicked the remote. "Exhibit A, Mr. Wilder leaving his house and walking over to Miss Montgomery's. You can even see him walk right through her front door." The video showed exactly that. You could tell no one opened the door and that he turned the handle and walked in himself. "Our next set of evidence is another video from the back yard. Here you can see Mr. Wilder carrying a dead Melissa over his shoulder and into his back yard." 

I felt sick, and had to turn my head away. Not able to watch him carry her. "Not shown is Mr. Wilder cutting up her body." Thank god. "Our next piece of evidence are her autopsy and the DNA reports. The reports show Miss Montgomery's blood on the knife and hatchet that were used, as well as Mr. Wilders prints on the handles, these objects were buried with Miss Montgomery's bodies. Now, her autopsy. She died of strangulation, which was proven by the fingerprints matching Mr. Wilder's and the bruises on her neck." They put a picture of her bruises up, which I refused to look at. "As well as semen matching Mr. Wilder's DNA on her body." The room fell silent as he finished. "That's... pretty damning evidence." Judge Durham spoke up. 

I zoned out as they spoke. There was no way he could get out of this, right? If he did, what did that mean for me? For Rooster? "The jury may now deliberate." The jury stood, walking into a room. "We will take a recess." We all stood walking out into the lobby, my hand clutching Rooster's like it was my lifeline. "Hey, we're gonna be okay." He said leaning over and kissing my forehead. "I know." He smiled at me, pulling me into his chest. "You have fun with Phoenix last night?" I nodded. "You were gone awhile, almost missed you crawling into bed." He said smirking at me. "We were just talking." I said. "About what?" He asked, poking my side. "Girl stuff." He huffed, rolling his eyes. "Come on, not the 'girl stuff' you're killing me." I smirked at him. 

"She suggested I do a boudoir shoot." He quirked a brow, looking adorable as ever. I pulled out my phone, googling photos and turning to show him. His eyes grew wide, and he looked to the phone, then to me and back to the phone. "Yes. Yes. Yes, please. Honey." I laughed as he grabbed my sides, pulling me close. He was staring into my eyes, a glimmer of excitement in them. "You think I should?" He nodded. "I think you should do what your happy and comfortable with, but if you want to do this i'm definitely not stopping you!" He said leaning down and placing a kiss to my lips. "Okay. Okay, I will try to find a photographer when we get back." He smiled and kissed me sweetly. "You two talk about anything else?" My face flared with heat, remembering she saw the pictures of me. 

"She saw a few of the pictures I took. The ones I sent you that first day I was on leave." I watched as his pupils grew at the memory. "Which ones?" I bit my lip. "All of them. I only showed her the ones in my underwear but then she scrolled and saw the one of me naked." His hands shifted so they were resting on the side of my ribs, squeezing slightly. "And?" I chuckled. "She told me I was sexy and asked me to sleep with her." He glared at me. "Not funny, you know she's bi." I nodded, brushing a curl out of his face. "It caught her off guard and she looked away. We've seen each other naked before, hell we bunked together but she definitely turned away." His face softened. "Where you really jealous of Phoenix?" His neck turned red and I giggled. "She's attractive and she's sweet but I'm not into girls." 

"I wasn't really jealous of her, just a little possessive is all. Those pictures were only meant to be for me." I nodded. "She wasn't supposed to see the one of me naked. It was an accident." He chuckled. "She at least tell you that you looked good?" I nodded. "She did." He kissed my forehead. "Good." We went quiet after that, my nerves settling back into my stomach to the point I started pacing, pulling on my thumbs. "Hey, pretty girl. Come here." Rooster called from his spot with Maverick, Jameson, Coyote, Bob and my dad. I walked over and he held out his hands for mine. I slid my hands across his palms and he held mine tightly. "Got to stop pulling on those thumbs, you'll pull one out of socket one day." He said as his thumbs brushed over my knuckles repeatedly. "I'm just nervous." He nodded, kissing one of my hands. "I know, but whatever the verdict is, we'll be okay. I'm not going anywhere and neither are you." I smiled at him as a few tears welled in my eyes. 

"Thank you, Rooster." I said leaning down to kiss him, one hand resting on the side of his face. "Anything for you, pretty girl." Someone cleared their throat and we turned and saw my dad and everyone else watching us. My face burned in embarrassment, but Rooster chuckled. Standing as one arm went around my waist, the other resting on my neck to pull me forward so he could kiss my forehead again. I stayed in his arms for awhile, his cologne soothing my nerves as he kept his lips pressed to my hair. "Okay, they're ready for us." Jerry said coming over. I nodded, squeezing Rooster's hand as we walked in. I only let him go when we got to the gate, him slipping into his seat behind me and I sat in my chair next to Jerry. 

"Has the jury reached a verdict?" A man nodded, standing and handing the bailiff a sheet of paper. Judge Durham looked concerned, rubbing his forehead before sighing and sitting back in his seat. My heart thudded in my chest at his reaction. "Will the defendant please rise?" Aaron stood a bailiff keeping a grip on his upper arm. "Aaron wilder you have been found guilty of the following. Domestic violence: physical, emotional, economical, psychological, and sexual." I inhaled deeply as Jerry moved to place a hand on my back. "Two counts of attempted murder. Vehicular feticide. Murder for hire. Murder in the first degree." I held my breath, waiting for the sentencing, and reached my hand behind me for Rooster's who grabbed it tightly. "Aaron Wilder, I hereby sentence you to life in prison without the chance of parole." I heard the gavel slam but i couldn't move.

This was it, it's over. It felt like the heaviest of weights had been lifted from my shoulders, making me feel light and airy. I didn't realize I was sobbing until I felt hands on me. "Mags!" "Caila!" I snapped out of it hearing Rooster and Jerry's voices. "Magnolia!" Hearing his voice again, I stood quickly, my chair toppling behind me and turned my arms going around his shoulders and squeezing him. "I told you it'd be okay, pretty girl." He said as I pulled back some, and he brushed some hair from my face. I nodded giving him a teary smile, "You did. You're always right." He chuckled. "Can I get that in writing?" I laughed at his joke, my face soaked in my tears. "Only if you kiss me." He flashed me a smile. "Whatever you want, pretty girl." He pressed his lips to mine, molding them together like puzzle pieces. His arms held my waist tightly as one of mine went into his hair. After a moment we separated and he rested his forehead on mine. "I love you, and I'm so fucking proud of everything you did here." I choked on a sob, looking at our now intertwined hands. "You mean it?" He nodded. "I mean it, just as much as I do when I tell you that I love you." I smiled and kissed him one more time. 

"Can we get in on the love?" Payback joked and we nodded. I came around as Jameson pulled me into a hug. "I'm so proud of you, C." I smiled at him. "Thanks." After a few minutes of hugs and talking Judge Durham walked over. "Your honor." He nodded at me. "Call me Tood. I just wanted to say congratulations and I'm glad I got to play a positive part in this." He said extending his hand and I took it, giving it a firm shake. "Thank you, Todd." He smiled and nodded before walking over to Jerry. I tucked myself under Rooster's arm, wrapping my arms around his middle. "So, does this mean we get to go home?" I nodded. "I don't know about y'all but I think we're gonna catch a flight tonight." I said and Rooster raised a brow. "We are?" I nodded. "If that's okay with you. I just wanna get home." He nodded and kissed my head. "Whatever you want, honey. Besides, isn't your lease up next month?" I nodded. "Then maybe we should get your stuff moved." I smirked at him. "You know, you never asked me to move in with you." He chuckled, grabbing my hand and bringing it up to his lips for a kiss. "Magnolia, will you move in with me?"

I rolled my eyes and grinned at him. "Of course." He kissed me gently as Jerry came over. "The FBI is outside giving a statement right now, letting the public know of the charges. After that you guys are free to do whatever you like, but I still wouldn't go anywhere without security." We nodded. "Jerry, seriously. I couldn't be more grateful for what you've done for us." He smiled at me. "It was a pleasure working with you, Magnolia." I laughed as he used his call sign. He wasn't used to it so he made a face as it rolled off his lips. We waited till an agent came and told us we were free to go and we all rushed to the cars, ready to leave. "There's an eight p.m. red eye. We'd get home at one a.m." I said as I scrolled through flights. "How much is it?" I waved him off, "Don't worry about it." He narrowed his eyes at me. "Mags." I shook my head. "Let's just get home please." He huffed and nodded. 

When we got to our room we packed our things, ready to leave with everyone else. I picked up the pregnancy tests, looking at them with a frown. Tears welled in my eyes and I rushed to the garbage in the kitchen, opening the can. "Woah!" Rooster said taking them from me. "What are you doing?" He asked brushing a hand through my hair. "I'm throwing them away." He pursed his lips, looking at them. "Do you-you mind if I keep one?" I furrowed his brows. "Of course, but why?" He sighed, shrugging. "It was our first one, even though it's negative. It's our first." I smiled and wrapped my arms around him. "Of course, Roo. You keep whatever you want." He smiled and leaned down to kiss me. "We have a few hours before our flight, and I know of a way to kill time." I raised a brow at him. "Oh do you?" He nodded, wrapping his arms around my thighs and lifting me up. "Yep. It involves you, me and a king size bed with a city view." I raised my brows. "Then take me to bed, cowboy." I said smirking at him as he laughed, rushing me into the bedroom and tossing me onto the bed.

It was seven and we were all at the airport, about to separate to go to our gates. Laura and J are heading back to Texas, mama and daddy are going back to Buckhead, and the rest of us are going to Miramar. "Give JJ love for me?" I asked as I pulled away from hugging Laura. "Of course, we'll see you at Thanksgiving and you can snuggle with him all you want." I nodded, smiling at her. "I can't wait." Her eyes shifted, looking past me. I turned to find my dad walking over and I turned back and headed for Rooster who had our bags and was talking to Mav. "Come on." I said grabbing my bag from him, but he held on. "I think your dad wants to talk to you." I shook my head and he grabbed my forearm. "Mags, you know as well as I do this could easily be the last time you see him." "Caila." I turned and sighed. "Can we have a minute, Bradley?" He nodded, taking my bag and kissing my temple before walking away. 

"He's so good to you." I nodded, looking him in the face. "What do you want?" He huffed, looking down at his boots. "To apologize. What I did was wrong, and you have every reason to be mad at me." I pursed my lips, nodding. "I am mad. But I also don't feel like I can trust you." His face fell. "My entire life you have stressed that our relationship as father and daughter was built on trust. Now that that's broken, I don't know what to do. I feel so damn lost and confused because I don't know if I can come to you." Tears streamed down my face at my own words. "You told me that you had nothing to do with me losing my wings and as much as I want to believe you, I can't. I can't fucking bring myself to because what if it's a lie? Then what do I do? I have leaned on you my entire life, daddy. Do you know how it feels to suddenly not trust a parent?" He pursed his lips as tears fell from his eyes, the same color eyes I have. 

"It's not like you took my car, or grounded me for sneaking out. You stripped me of the responsibility to do my job. If I wasn't meant to come home then that's how it was supposed to be, but instead Rooster and Mav got put in harms way. You raised me to do what I wanted, and to do it with meaning. You stripped that from me and I don't know if I can ever forgive you." He nodded, lifting his stetson slightly to wipe his eyes. "I still love you, daddy. But it's going to be a long time before I'm no longer mad and can finally trust you again. You're going to have to work for it." He nodded pulling me into a hug. "I know, and I will. I love you, sweetie." I held him for a moment, his frame swallowing me whole. "I love you too, daddy." I said before turning and making my way towards Rooster and everyone else. "You okay?" He asked, wiping a tear from my cheek. "I will be." He nodded before kissing my temple and taking my hand in his free one. "Let's go home, pretty girl." I nodded, letting him lead me to our gate.

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Please, Master | h.hj

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : hwang hyunjin x f!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : smut / pwp

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : mature

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1655 words

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 : kitten play pwp

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 :Warnings: pet (kitten) play, anal (tail) plug, dry humping, voyeurism, use of toys, unprotected sex, breeding kink, master kink, creampie, orgasm denial, slight nipple play

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You feel like a needy kitten in heat. You are a whimpering mess as you decide what to do, playing with your fluffy white clip-on ears. You tug on the sleeves of your borrowed sweater, quickly texting Hyunjin to make sure he would come home soon. When he replies that he was on his way, you lick your lips.

You adjust your tail before you put his pillow between your legs, needily grinding on it. As you grind on it, the sensation from your new tail butt plug makes you mewl louder.

You don't hear Hyunjin come home, but you do hear him open the bedroom door. Your face turns red and you quickly stop, trying to adjust yourself with a little needy whimper.

"Kitten," he says softly, and you don't meet his eyes, so you miss the hunger in them.

"S-s-sorry master," you whimper, sitting up and dropping your head.

"Does my kitten need some play time? Is my kitten needy?" Hyunjin asks, his voice smoother than silk.

You whimper, biting your lip shyly. You hadn't made any rules about whether you could touch yourself or not with Hyunjin yet. In fact, you only recently told him you liked kitten play. After seeing you and taking care of you in subspace, he wasn't too surprised and gladly said he would try it out.

"Kitten, I asked you a question," he says, lifting your chin to make you look up at him before he tugs on your pretty pink collar.

"I want to play, master," you admit earnestly, feeling your core throb.

"Will you show me what you were just doing? You're a good kitten, so I'm sure you can," Hyunjin asks, cooing softly as you lay back down and put the pillow between your legs.

You begin to grind into it, your head turned to see his reaction. He licks his lips as he watches, and you whimper softly. Hyunjin says nothing, but flips your skirt up to better expose what you were doing.

You hear him groan softly as he takes in your fluffy white tail, but more so at how your panties had a cute hole for the tail and a tiny bow above it.

"My kitten is so needy, hmm," he muses, listening to your soft noises as if they were music.

Hyunjin leans over and opens the drawer with your toys, and you pause to watch him with an open mouth, wondering if he was grabbing a condom yet.

Instead, he takes out the bunny vibrator and lubricant. A soft whine escapes you, and he tsks lightly. "None of that now, kitten," he says, shaking his head.

"I want your cock," you mewl shyly, batting your eyelashes up at him.

"Prove it to me and be a good girl before I breed you, kitten," Hyunjin says simply as he stalks closer.

"Now," he begins, pulling the pillow out between your legs. "Are you going to take off your panties or am I going to rip them off?"

"I'll take them off, master!" You assure him, quickly tossing them onto the floor and exposing your throbbing core.

"So wet already," he coos, teasing your entrance with the tip of the rabbit vibrator. Hyunjin turns it on the low setting, teasing your folds and getting the toy more lubricated.

"P-p-please master," you beg, trying your best not to buck your hips up.

"You need to be patient for master, kitten. You had play time by yourself, now it's my play time," Hyunjin explains, pushing the head of the toy in your hole, causing any response you could give him to turn incoherent.

Your soft mewls grow louder as he turns it on higher, letting the toy fuck you on its own. Hyunjin guides it to the perfect spot, and you’re soon cumming embarrassingly fast.

“M-m-master!” you mewl, tearing up as he turns up the vibrations on the toy.

“You can take more, keep going,” Hyunjin hushes you, gently rubbing your side as he turns you onto your hands and knees.

The overstimulation from your previous orgasm has you cumming again all too quickly for your liking as a soft “please please please?” escapes you.

Your face scrunches up from the overstimulation again, and you feel yourself tearing up. Hyunjin then turns off the toy, but leaves it inside of you.

“Roll over onto your back again,” he commands sternly, but gently helps you regardless.

When you lift your hips up and turn, he tugs down your skirt and tosses it onto the floor with your panties.

“Shirt off,” he demands, and you quickly obey.

Your cheeks heat up now that you were completely bare in front of him while he was still fully clothed. Your cunt aches from the toy, and you’re relieved when Hyunjin reaches down and carefully pulls it out of you.

You moan lowly at the sensation, and one of his eyebrows twitches at your response. You both watch in awe as your juices stick to the toy, and as he pulls it away a string of your arousal drops onto the bed near your tail.

“My needy little kitten,” Hyunjin practically purrs.

“Just for you, Jinnie,” you murmur bashfully.

He looks at you in surprise, and you quickly realize your mistake. You didn’t call him master. Hyunjin shakes his head with a smile before you can apologize, setting the toy aside and stripping slowly.

“How much do you want me?” he asks, staring at you after taking off his shirt.

“So much master. I need you so badly,” you begin, your eyes wide and pleading.

“Hmmm…” Hyunjin hums, not convinced as he continues to slowly take off his pants.

“Please? I want your cock in me so bad. I’m a pretty kitty in heat, remember? I need you so badly that it’s all I can think about,” you babble, the innocent look on your face a stark contrast to your dirty words.

“I need it so badly,” you nearly start to cry, feeling your hole clenching around nothing.

Hyunjin nods thoughtfully, taking off his boxers and releasing his erection.

“Alright kitty, you’ve been good so I will give you my cock, okay?”

You eagerly nod as he meets your lips for a kiss, quickly pulling them away to kiss down your jaw and neck, sucking and nipping harshly to create marks.

You whimper at his teasing actions, as he knew you were ready for his delicious length. Before you can beg more, he pinches both of your nipples, a knowing smirk on his face as you let out a loud moan. Hyunjin is quick to take one in his mouth, sucking on the sensitive bud before grazing it with his teeth. His ministrations are too short, as he soon switches to the other. Hyunjin fully knows that he could make you cum just from playing with your breasts, but now is not the time.

Once he is satisfied with the marks he created, he flips you over and pulls your ass up in the air. Hyunjin tugs on your tail, causing you to moan and arch your back more.

“Please master?” you beg as he slides his cock between your soaking folds.

“Please what?” he asks, feigning ignorance of what you needed.

“Need master to breed me,” you beg, trying to give him a pleading look from over your shoulder.

Hyunjin lets out a satisfied hum before pushing the head of his cock inside of you, letting out a soft moan at the sensation.

You let out a pleased whimper, trying to move your hips closer to his.

He notices right away and pulls completely out of you, smacking your ass. “Who is in charge here?” Hyunjin asks.

Your voice gets caught in your throat, but he waits for you to speak.

“You, master,” you manage to say.

“Then stay still,” Hyunjin commands.

A soft whine escapes you, but you stay still as the head of his cock prods your entrance again. He slowly enters you, and you knew it was to test your patience.

“Please master,” you murmur, clawing at the sheets.

Hyunjin hums and slides the rest of the way in, the head of his cock resting against your cervix. A loud moan escapes you as he grinds his hips into you, letting your body adjust to him being balls deep.

“Stay still kitten,” he murmurs, his hands gripping your waist as he slowly begins to thrust into you.

His cock rubs against your g spot with each thrust, causing you to close your eyes and let out gasps and moans into the sheets. Hyunjin is quick to speed up, his grip on your waist tightening. You try to muffle your sounds into the bed, but Hyunjin notices immediately.

He stops his thrusts, snaking a hand from your waist to your stomach and up your torso, wrapping around to hold onto your shoulder as he pulls you up, your back flush against his chest.

“Let me hear your cries, kitten,” he grunts hotly in your ear, biting your earlobe before beginning to thrust.

You whimper out and hold onto his arms as one wraps around your waist, his thrusts more precise and harsh than before.

You begin to moan and cry his name incoherently, feeling overwhelmed in the best way. Hyunjin sucks marks on your neck, and you feel his length twitching inside of you. After another loud whimper escapes you, Hyunjin moans your name and cums inside of you.

He thrusts a few more times as his length begins to soften, then pulls out and lays you down on your back, spreading your legs open to see his cum leaking out of you.

The look on his face softens slightly, and he reaches up and wipes your tears with his thumb.

“I didn’t get to cum,” you murmur, pouting.

“Only good kittens get to cum on their master’s cocks,” he informs you, raising an eyebrow.

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The Babysitter (8)

Birthday Wishes

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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Birthday Wishes

A sigh left your lips as you snuggled your head further against her shoulder, your arm loosely wrapped around her middle as you tried to drift back to sleep. Sleep was within reach as you dozed off, waking up when the body beneath you started to shake due to a chuckle. A sound of protest left your lips, only fuelling her laughter as you fluttered your eyes open, meeting humoured green.

"I am not a pillow, you know?" the redhead teases, smirking at you as you let out a groan. "I thought you said you weren't a cuddler," she continued to taunt, you pinching her side making her laugh once more.

"If you don't stop talking Natasha, I'll tell everyone you like to be the little spoon," you close your eyes after seeing the disbelief on her face, claiming victory momentarily and returning to use your friend as a pillow. It wasn't your fault that she was so comfy to sleep on.

"You wouldn't," she whispers, you open one eye at her, making her bite her lip to contain her chuckle. "And I am not a little spoon," she mumbles, you smiling into her shirt as you stretch your body, deciding she isn't going to let you sleep once again.

"If you say so," you whisper, letting a comfortable silence wash over the room, her gaze flickering over your features as you let your eyes rest, ears intently listening to both of your steady breathing.

It had been a few days since the incident with your mother, Natasha's offer of staying over with her family finally being taken up by you, her extremely happy knowing you were here with her instead of your mum. You were supposed to be staying in the guest bedroom but, well, Natasha offered to watch sitcoms in her room every night and that would go on until either you or both of you fell asleep. You had woken up a few times in the nights, untangling your body with hers and unwrapping your body from the one in front of yours therefore knowing she was definitely a little spoon.

The smile on your face from thinking back to the crazy but amazing last few days with your best friend slowly faded as your mind wandered elsewhere. You thought about the date during the silence, a wave of sadness washing over you at realising what day it was, you turning to look at the redhead who was giving you a knowing and soft smile.

"Happy birthday," she whispers ever so gently, as if she was scared that if she speaks any louder, you'd break. You gave a small smile back, thinking about how it was yours and your father's birthday today, him not here to celebrate it.

"Thank you," you murmur back, her enveloping you in a hug, a shaky breath escaping you as you think about your father. Natasha holds you while you compose yourself, knowing this could be another hard day as it was only the second birthday you've spent without him to share it with. Nails soothingly and reassuringly run up and down your back over your shirt, definitely not one of Natasha's you've stolen, to comfort you.

"Is there anything you want to do today?" she softly asks once you move to rest your head on an actual pillow, turning onto your side to look at her. You think for a moment, remembering Wanda asked you to babysit tonight as she's picking up someone from the airport and you've taken the last few days off. Thinking it through, you have the remainder of the morning to do whatever, your lips tugging up into a smile as you cast your eyes back over to the redhead. "Oh no, I'm going to regret asking, aren't I?"

"Maybe just a little," your smile never leaving your face.

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"Really?" she chuckles out when you step out of the car with her, excitement buzzing through you as you look at the diner. "We haven't been here in ages," her tone reminiscent as you both walk through the door, the bell ringing above your head while you take the seat in the corner like you used to always do.

"Y/n?" called a voice, your head turning to look at the man who bellowed your name. Thor came rushing over to you, wrapping you in a crushing hug while Odin shook his head at his son's antics behind the counter. "It's been too long since you two have been here," the blonde said, looking between you both.

A tradition you and Natasha had was to come to Odin's diner every time it was someone's birthday, remembering the times your father would bring you both so you could both stuff your faces with as many pancakes and waffles as you could.

Too busy being embraced by the god-like man, you missed the look Natasha gave you as she remembered the fond memories of your father, her heart clenching as she also missed the man, unsure of the unbearable pain you must have been feeling.

"Loki said they haven't seen you in a few days," Thor says as he finally releases you, ruffling your hair like he used to do when you were younger making you roll your eyes at him.

"I've been staying over at Nat's," you say, him assuming it was to do with your birthday.

"Well, I hope you enjoy your day Lady Y/n," he teases with the nickname he gave you all those years ago, you just smiling at him.

"Thank you, Thor," you murmur as he walks off to tend to another customer, Odin giving you a wave from his place behind the till now while you scooched into the booth.

It didn't take long for the two of you to order, you asking for a massive plate of pancakes while Natasha wanted Waffles, knowing the two of you would end up asking each other for a bit of the other's food. You were a few pancakes in, a little amazed at how much little you could scoff down on your birthday, desperate to not waste the opportunity of being able to eat as much food as you want, when your mouth then dropped open at the words Natasha casually let fall from her lips.

"What?" the fork dropped from your hand you were that shocked, her lips tugging up into an amused smile as you stared at your friend with disbelief in your eyes. "You asked Maria on a date?" She merely bites her lip, nodding as you fly from your seat to sit next to her, bringing her in for a massive hug as you're so happy for her. "Finally!" you exclaim, knowing the absolute age she's been crushing on the blue-eyed beauty.

"I can't believe it either," she chuckled when you started to babble about the way she'd gush over Maria, shocked that she actually and finally made a move.

"I better be your maid of honour at your wedding," you mutter after interrogating her of what happened, the smile never wavering on her face, a bark of laughter erupting from her at the serious tone to your words. "I also better have a kid named after me," you give her a faux glare in severeness, her wiping a stray tear of laughter that started to run down her cheek.

"You do know how kids are made right?" you pull a face at her, obviously knowing in your 18 years of life now how it works. "It's when a man and a woman love each other very much-"

"Adoption is always an option!" you cut her off, breaking off into laughter yourself at her teacher tone, the both of you then bursting into a fit of giggles, the other people in the diner looking at you weirdly.

***

A content sigh leaves your lips when you lean back against the soft cushion of the booth, your hand going to your full belly as you can feel the food settling there. You lazily tilt your head to the side to look at Natasha, her mirroring your action as you're both stuffed with food.

"I don't regret this, but at the same time, I do," she mutters after a bit, a smile on her face. "I shouldn't have eaten so much," she grumbles, you nodding in agreement, not very keen on moving any time soon despite needing to get to Wanda's house soon.

"I don't think I can move," you chuckle out, her agreeing with you while Thor starts to come over as you asked for the bill.

"Lady Y/n, Lady Natasha," he greets, both of you amused by his charming nature, him then placing the bill on the table. Surprisingly, Natasha moves quicker than you thought possible at the moment, snatching the bill before you could even get a look at it.

"Thor, I think there's been a mistake," the redhead says, confusion evident in her tone as she places the paper down, now able to see it's blank besides a smiley face that's been quickly scribbled on.

"I assure you, it's right," Thor beams with a bright smile, "Consider it a birthday present from us Odinsons and Laufeysons." Natasha goes to protest, but Thor gives a mischievous smile, one you would expect from Loki not him, before walking off, saying he had to tend to another customer.

The two of you leave after establishing you won't be paying for the food, Odin also saying it was on the house, and you ask Natasha to drive you to the Maximoff's residence so you could babysit the twins.

The drive passes by in a blur, your cheeks sore from laughing so much as you and Nat talk nonsense making you take a few breaths to stop the laughing fit you were having before entering the house.

"Thank you," your tone is a little breathless from chuckling so much, Natasha responding with a big smile at the happy expression on your face. She was just glad you were coping much better on this birthday than the last, knowing you were trying to stay as busy as possible to keep your mind from wandering.

"No problem," she says, you now outside her car door, her lowering the window to talk to you before you walk up the drive. "Remember to text me what time you want picking up," she reminds, knowing how you'd forget and end up getting the bus to her house, claiming it was no big deal.

"I know, I know," you murmur, her leaning out of the car window briefly to give you a hug, the front door of the Maximoff residence opening to reveal no one other than her. You turn around a little to see Wanda, your mouth parting slightly at the ethereal sight of her, Natasha snickering from within the car.

"Have fun," she innocently says to begin with, her comment then turning teasing, "Don't drool too much though." You go to playfully smack her arm, her starting to roll the window up, smirking at you through the glass and revelling in your not amused expression.

You quickly walk up to the door, Wanda greeting you with a big smile, butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the way she looks at you, affection and care swirling in her eyes. You cast your eyes down to her lips, the smile that adorns her face enchanting you, making you snap out of your daze of briefly staring at her soft lips.

"I hope you enjoyed the few days off, Detka" her smile never leaves her face as she speaks to you. You nod and somehow, she manages to look even cuter, her nose scrunching slightly. "I have a few errands to run and then I need to pick my brother up from the airport, so it'll be about an hour or two before we get back."

"That's fine Wanda," you say, the boys hearing your voice and running into the hallway where they can see you.

"Y/N!" They practically cheer, barrelling into your body making you and Wanda laugh at their enthusiasm. "We missed you so much!" You hug them back, Wanda quickly bidding her goodbyes while the boys are focused on you.

"I missed you too, mini Maximoffs," your tone matching their excited one, all three of you walking into the living room after locking the front door. The boys jump onto the sofa, you taking a more mature approach of also jumping onto the sofa, them grinning as you flopped next to them. They then looked at you with mischievous smirks, questions on the tip of their tongues. After the many, many questions they hurled your way, you managed to get them to stop momentarily, Tommy's eyes soon lighting up as he remembered something.

"Guess what Y/n!" his body practically buzzing with joy, Billy seemingly catching onto what his brother is thinking and joining in.

"What?" you say, entertaining their game, the twins looking at each other before back at you.

"It's our birthday in less than a week!" Tommy exclaims, your eyes widening as you didn't know their birthday was so soon.

"I take it neither of you are excited," you tease sarcastically, the boys giggling at your comment before moving closer to you on the sofa, you now sandwiched between them as they lean into your side. "Hmmm I wonder how old you two are going to be," you make a show of putting a finger on your chin, as if you were deep in thought making them bite their lips to stop smiling so much. "Twenty?" you guess, them making a shocked face at the ridiculous number.

"We're not that old," Billy says, with a fake offended look, Tommy rolling his eyes at your joke.

"Hmmm, let me think again," you tap your chin with your finger to make it look like you're thinking hard again, "18?" They shake their heads avidly, you letting out a laugh of your own. "I give up, how old are you going to be?"

"Ten," They both say at the same time eagerly, a fake gasp of shock leaving you at how old they're going to be.

"No way! Double digits," the tone of your voice in feign disbelief as they laugh at your over dramatic reaction. "What would you two like to do for your birthday?" you ask curiously while you try to think of what to get them.

"Mom said we can have some friends over and play games all day if we want to," Tommy's clear excitement makes you smile, Billy matching his brother's joy.

"That's so cool," you reply, Billy resting his head on your shoulder while Tommy sits forward and angles his body to look at you.

"When's your birthday?" he asks, your eyes widening and cheeks blushing a little as you didn't want to talk to them about your birthday.

"Well..." you give him a sheepish smile, his jaw practically dropping as the cogs in his mind turn, figuring out today is your birthday. He rushes forwards and hugs you, his smaller body on top of yours while Billy hugs you from the side, listening to the conversation and catching on.

"Happy birthday," they both giddily say, a new wave of excitement flowing through the twins. "How old are you now?" Billy asks curiously, both of them sitting next to you and looking at you.

"I'm-"

"Twenty?" Tommy guesses, interrupting you, your brows furrowing and an offended look on your face. "Wait no, twenty-five?" Your mouth then parts in shock at how old he's guessing.

"Do- Do you really think I'm twenty-five?" Disbelief evident in your tone as you look between the twins, Billy not agreeing with Tommy's answer but the latter pretty confident in his guess.

"Yes."

"No."

They say at the same time, a grateful smile aimed towards Billy while you give Tommy a faux glare, making them both chuckle.

"I am eighteen," you clarify, Tommy giving you a bashful look making you smile and roll your eyes at his antics. The two of them asked you what you've done so far for your birthday, telling them all about the morning you had with Natasha. Both of their faces light up at the mention of all the food you two ate, Tommy having a heavenly look in his eyes as you exaggerate and tell him about the mountains of pancakes and waffles you ate.

"Why didn't you go to a party or something?" Billy asks, confused as to why you weren't doing a stereotypical thing for your eighteenth birthday. You think about it for a moment, not wanting to tell them why you don't want to go to a party that's full of alcohol, drunk teenagers and probably a load of sex or drugs.

"Why go to a party when I can spend it with two of my favourite people?" you counter, both of them elated as they're counted as some of your favourite people.

Eventually, they stop asking you more questions, a habit of theirs you've noticed but don't mind, and start up their console, getting a game of Mario Kart ready to play. As it was your birthday, you got to play first, the twins playing rock, paper, scissors to see who would play you. Billy won, Tommy moving to sit in the armchair and watch the game, putting on a funny voice to commentate on the race.

The first lap was easy for you, Billy not as good as Tommy was making you smile at his focused face as he sat on the edge of the sofa, determined to do better. The second lap he managed to finally get out of 12th place, moving his way up impressively to third before just slipping into second at the start of the third lap. It was the final stretch of the race, you in the lead with Billy not too far behind when an evil chuckle sounded from next to you. The sight of a red shell hitting your car makes you gasp as now both Maximoff twins have done the same thing to you.

"I win," he cheers while his car races past yours then over the finish line, you putting your head in your hands as you can't believe he manages to go from last place to first. You look up to see them gushing over how cool it was, the amazing comeback Billy managed to do making you pass the remote to Tommy, letting the twins battle it out on their own for a bit.

You check your phone, Natasha sending you a few teasing messages about Wanda making you roll your eyes at the text. A few messages from other people caught your eye, wishing you a happy birthday to which you replied with thanks and a smiley face.

Soon you hear the front door opening, the sound of voices drawing your attention away from your phone. You can hear a man and Wanda, supposedly her brother, her telling him to shut up playfully after a teasing comment.

"Uncle Pietro!" the twins quickly pause the game, discarding the controllers and running over to the silver haired man who has just walked into the room. You watch them greet him with a big smile, your attention swiftly moving over to Wanda who was leaning on the door frame. She tucks a stray hair behind her ear, a content look on her face as she watches her brother interact with her sons. The twins gush about the small souvenirs Pietro got them from Sokovia before practically dragging the man over to meet you. "This is Y/n, she's the best babysitter ever," they tell him all about you quickly, the man looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Just a babysitter?" he says, your brows furrowing in confusion while Wanda moves to hit her brother on the arm, him giving her a lopsided grin. "It's nice to finally meet someone I've heard so much about," he offers you his hand to which you shake, the boys hugging their mother to say hello.

"Nice to meet you too, sir," you're not sure whether to be formal with him or not, so you just take the safer option, wanting to make a good impression.

"Pietro is fine," he chuckles out, moving his hand to brush back his silver hair, "Sir makes me feel old." You laugh with him, the twins perking up at your side.

"Y/n is now old," Tommy teases, the adults a little confused. "It's her eighteenth birthday today," Wanda snaps her head over to you, a blush forming on your cheeks at the amount of attention you're getting from her, "Isn't it so cool that her birthday is near ours mom!" Wanda murmurs an agreement while moving closer to you.

"Well, if you think I'm old, then your mom must be ancient," you joke, wanting to move the conversation onto another topic.

"Behave," she warns playfully, a different look in her eyes as she gazes at you, the others laughing at your comment. "Happy birthday," she whispers, pulling you in for a brief hug, Pietro moving to sit with a shit eating grin on his face making Wanda pull away earlier than she wanted to.

"Happy birthday," Pietro also says, Wanda motioning you to take a seat and stay a little longer, her sitting next to you while the boys sit on the arms of the armchair with their uncle. "Oh god, do you remember our 18th Sestra?" you notice his accent is more prominent than Wanda's as he reminisces about their past.

"I remember... bits of it," she sighs out, you laughing at what she was implying she did on their birthday.

"Do you remember when you climbed onto that table with your drink and-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence Pietro," she tilts her head at him, a stern look on her face that no one would want to dare challenge. Well, anyone but Pietro.

"What? Haven't you told Y/n about the story where you gave everyone a-" she sprung from her seat to clamp her hand over her brother's mouth, her muttering things to him in Sokovian making him shut up. You assumed it was something the twins wouldn't understand as they look just as confused but amused as you did.

"What did you do Wanda?" you teased, her giving you a look that sent a shiver down your spine, immediately shutting you up.

"Smart choice, Detka," she whispers practically in your ear as she takes her seat next to you again, your cheeks turning an embarrassing shade of red at the low tone. You accidentally make eye contact with Pietro, him looking at you with a teasing smirk, presumably about the way you listened to Wanda obediently.

You messaged Natasha to pick you up soon, her saying she'll be on her way soon while you continue to speak to the rest of the Maximoff's. You learn quickly the joking and sarcastic nature of Pietro, revelling in the embarrassed but cute expressions Wanda would make as the silver haired man would try his best to tell funny stories about their childhood.

Not long later, Natasha pulls up on their road, telling you she's outside to make you start saying your goodbyes. The twins give you a crushing hug to say bye, Pietro a wave while Wanda walks you to the door, her hand grasping yours before you open the door.

"Happy birthday," she says once again, a soft look in her eyes as she gazes at you. "Why did you spend it here?" she asks hesitantly, you giving her a shy shrug of your shoulders.

"I guess... I just wanted to," you mumble, her moving her fingers to tilt your chin up, making you look at her. "I wanted to spend it with two of my favourite people," you whisper, mind clouding with the feeling of her soft fingertips that lingered on your chin.

"Only two?" she sighs out, her eyes casting down to your lips briefly, so quick that you think you imagined it, your mind playing cruel tricks on you.

"I suppose there's room for another," you murmur, getting lost in the green that were transfixed on you, "But I think it might be too soon to count Pietro as a favourite." An angelic laugh escapes her, her arms moving to wrap around you as she brings you in for a hug. You snaked your arms around her middle, letting your head rest against her shoulders as you let yourself melt into her body. She places a gentle kiss to the top of your head, your arms tightening their hold momentarily before the sound of a car horn interrupts the moment.

"Enjoy the rest of your night Detka," she murmurs in such a soft voice that her gentle tone makes your heart flutter while you unwrap your arms from her.

"See you soon Wanda," you whisper, opening the door and walking down the drive to meet Natasha, her smirking at the glowing look on your face.

[writteninkat]

Envy | Megumi x reader

summary: "You've been spending a scary amount of time with Itadori, haven't you? Are you trying to make me jealous?" His eyes narrow accusingly at you, making the corner of your lips twitch up, "Is it working?"

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word count: 2.3k

warnings: jealous sex, rough sex, manhandling, oral (f!receiving), tied up, overstumulation

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You block Yuuji's fist with two of your wooden katanas, closing one eye when you feel a gush of wind follow after the punch. You back is drenched, your chest is rising and falking heavily, your throat is parched and your limbs feel like they might break at any second.

You push Yuuji away from you with the last bit remaining strength you have before falling on your knees. "Y/n!" Maki yells in worry, immediately running after you. The rest of the second years follow in suit as Nobara kneels beside your exhausted body.

"She's been pushing herself too hard lately, after that fight she had with Megumi..." Nobara's upper cheek flinches at the memory. You and Megumi fought so bad to the point that the two of you were already screaming at each other's faces.

Your heart breaks at the memory and you feel a tear stream down the side of your head. Megumi had left Tokyo that day, and it's been a whole week since. You know he's been trying to contact you, probably to apologize, but being the petty bitch that you are you never answered nor read any of his messages, wanting this to be treated as a lesson for him.

You feel strong arms snake under your back and the rear part of your legs, scooping you up in one sweep. At first you think it's Megumi, your heart races at the possibility as you force one of your eyes open. The small strand of hope dies when you see the same pink-headed boy you've been spending your whole week with ever since Megumi left.

Before you can think of anything else, darkness envelopes you in its arms, forcing you into a deep slumber you never thought you needed.

[9:12 PM]

Your entire body feels light. You expected some sore muscles hete and there, maybe even neck pain? Your eyes slowly flutter open, orange, soft light coming into view.

"Is this what you do while I'm away? Misbehave?"

Your eyes widen at the sound of the voice, your head immediately whipping to the direction from where it's coming from.

There he is, standing in all his glory. Megumi Fushiguro.

Black hair, so soft and smooth. Milky white skin, so plush and void of any blemish. Your favorite part of him were his eyes, surrounded by beautiful long lashes and those dark blue eyes that always manages to capture you in a prison-like headspace.

He's wearing a buttoned-up long sleeve, its sleeves were folded right below his elbows and a silver watch decirates his left wrist. The shirt is tucked in his black pants, a black leather belt hugging his hips just right as his hand rests comfortably inside one pocket.

Your thighs clench together at the sight of him, he looks so grown up and mature. He looks absolutely... sexy.

"Hey." Megumi takes your face by your cheeks, forcing you to look up at him. "Let me rephrase my question." He slowly bends his knees, lowering himself so he's in face-level with you. He looks deep into your eyes, "You've been spending a scary amount of time with Itadori, haven't you? Are you trying to make me jealous?" His eyes narrow accusingly at you, making the corner of your lips twitch up, "Is it working?"

Megumi pushes you back onto the bed, pinning your arms above your head. "Every time I call you, he picks up." Megumi seethes, jaw clenching. "Reading his replies instead of yours has my head spinning. I couldn't focus on work because of you."

"You're mine, and no one else's."

You keep your thighs clenched together as you catch your bottom lip in between your teeth. "Prove it."

Megumi doesn't waste a second in pressing his lips on yours, his free hand slowly going down your sides as you lift your legs, wrapping them around his hips. Megumi roughly shoves your legs apart as he lets go of your hands, his hands making quick work of taking off his belt. Once off his hips, he pulls either side apart, creating a whipping sound before inserting the end inside the buckle, wrapping it around your wrists tighlty, making sure you're not getting it undone.

He gets on his knees, looking down at you with his eyes shaded darkly with lust and jealousy. The sight has your cunt throbbing and pooling, dampening your cotton panties. Your spread legs giving your boyfriend a perfect view of the way your slick turns a part of your panties darker.

"I'm going to mark you as mine. And while I'm doing that, you'll referring to me as," He leans forward, lips feathering over the shell of your ear. "master." He whispers, two fingers pressing against your wet pussy.

You mewl at the contact, back arching having caught off guard. Megumi hooks his thumb on your panty, moving it aside to give himself a good look at your shiny, slick-covered cunt. He presses a finger on it, teasing you by running his finger right over where your two folds meet. He watches attentively as he lifts his finger and watches as your juices create a bride between your wet sex and his finger.

"Look at you, all wet for me." Megumi mutters under his breath, smirking after he brings his finger to his mouth, tasting you. "You taste amazing, baby. Wanna have some more of you." He slowly lowers himself, eyes on you. His lips press against your cunt, one lick from his tongue has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your mouth opening as you let out an audible gasp.

Megumi pushes your thighs even further apart, his tongue shaoing circles around your clit as he sucks on it every now and then. He buries his face even further deeper between your legs, his hot tongue oushibg through and against your walls, lapping up your dripping slick. The sound of his mouth sucking on your pussy and his tongue messily and loudly lapping you up has you squeezing your fists tightly, nails digging into your skin.

"Mmmhhmmff- Megumi-!!" You moan loudly, your hips moving on their own as you feel an orgasm tickling you.

Suddenly, Megumi pulls away from your needy cunt and before you could react, he slaps your cunt, catching you and your orgasm off guard. Your eyes widen as your back arches at the feeling of your orgasm hitting you ten times more than it usually does.

You heave, your eyes darting to Megumi, questioning his actions. He smiles at you, mouth and chin covered in glistening slick as he runs his tongue over his upper lip, "What did I tell you to call me?" His voice is a few octaves lower than usual.

"M-master..." Your lips quiver.

He chuckles darkly, fingers moving to undo the button and zipper of his pants. "Remember how that orgasm felt just now?" He asks, pushing his pants along with his boxers down, letting them pool around his ankles. He returns on the bed, pulling you towards him by your hips. He crawls his arms forward, placing your hands on either side of your head. "I'll have you cumming like that the whole night, so be prepared, princess."

He shoves his entire length inside you, causing you to open your mouth without a sound leaving your lips. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight princess." He curses in between his teeth, looking down at where the two of you are connected.

"Too big- so fucking big, Master! Too much!" You mewl loudly, toes curling at the feeling of being stuffed to the brim of him. "That's it, princess, just keep taking all of me just like that. Good girl." He sings into your ear, slowly pushing himself into your tight cunt until his hips are touching the beck of your thighs.

The two of you take deep breaths, calming yourselves before Megumi begins thrusting his hips. He begins slow and soft, making sure you've adjusted to him. His hands are on your hips and your legs are elevated to the air, giving him more access. When he feels you fucking him back with your hips creating circles, he pushes you away by your hips before quickly pulling you back and thrusting his hips along with the movement of his arms. This has him deep inside you, his tip pushing on the bundle of nerves that has you gasping audibly. Megumi snaps his hips into you roughly, his sac slapping on your ass, creating lewd noises as he fucks into your dripping cunt relentlessly.

"Ugh- oh fuck.." Megumi moans out, throwing his head back with his mouth open as he continues impailing himself inside you. The bed creaks at every thrust Megumi does and along with it slowly creeps your orgasm.

"Master! Mmmmhhhfff-fuck, Master! I'm close!" You moan loudly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your toes curl, anticipating the orgasm that's about to hit you. Megumi lowers his head, arms pulling your tummy onto his chest as his tongue laps over your hardened bud. When he traps your nipple with his teeth, your back unconsciously arches itself, your tongue lolled out as you rock your hips back and forth, riding out your orgasm.

Megumi hisses as he feels you clenching around him. He pushes himself off you, eyes widening and heart dropping to his stomach at the sight of your fucked-out expression.

Your eyes are crossed as they look up at the ceiling, glistening with tears. A hot flush is spread across your face, over your cheeks and nose and your tongue is lolled out of your smiling mouth.

Megumi bites on gis lower lip, thrusting into you with your expression embedded in his head. Who would have known you could make such a face?

It fuels Megumi's want for you- he pulls you by your arm as his other hand takes you by your lower back. He sets you on his lap as he fucks you relentlessly, watching as you bounce on him. He chuckles, playing with your bouncing tits as he feels you shake on top if him and clench around him once more, your broken moan telling him you've once again hit another orgasm.

"I'm not yet done with you." Megumi growls, pushing you off his lap as he presses your restrained hands on the matress, his free hand pushing one leg further back, giving him even more space to work on your pussy. Squelching and slapping noises fill the room and Megumi closes his eyes, focusing on the sounds like he's listening to an orchestra. His eyes snap open at the feeling of your pussy yet again, tightening around him. "How many times was that already? Four? Five?" He asks, watching as your head limply drops to the side. He watches as your bare chest rises and falls, your fucked up expression light on your face as your tears create marks on your cheeks.

"Princess." He demands for your attention, and you give him exactly that. You open one eye lazily. "We're not stopping until I cum."

You've already decided to let him do whatever he wanted with you anyways, so you nod your head, feeling his stupid smile.

He undoes the belt around your wrists, pulling both of them towards his lips as he presses soft kisses over the red marks around your sensitive skin. "Widen your legs." He orders, pressing your hands on either side of your head. You do exactly as he says, feeling him kiss and leave marks all over your neck and chest as he has his way with you- hips snapping even faster and much harder than before. He continues hitting the same spot- the particular bundle of nerves that has you seeing stars.

"Mmmff- Master!" You yell, biting on your lips as you feel him finally reaching his end as well, the thrusts of his hips getting sloppier every second.

"Oh God," Megumi growls onto the side of your neck, "Cumming- cumming!" Megumi tries to pull out, but your legs hook around his waist, keeping him buried inside you as he spills his hot seed inside you.

For a moment, the room is filled with nothing but deep breaths, the two of you waiting for the events of the night to finally hit you both. Before it does, you feel darkness once again wrap itself around you, pulling you into another slumber. The last thing you see before passing out is Megumi walking away from the bed.

[6:57AM]

When you wake up, the strong feeling of deja vu hits you, except this time, you can definitely feel muscle pain as well as your throat being so dry. You open your eyes, heart clenching at the sught of Megumi reading a book silently. You can feel his arm around you and his scent soothing the pain all over your body.

Megumi turns to you, smiling softly as he presses a kiss on your forehead. "I already asked Gojo sensei to give you a day off today. Rest all you want." He says softly, the complete opposite of how he acted last night.

You reach over to cup his cheek, eyes catching sight of the bandage wrapped around each of your wrists.

So he did take care of me right after.

"I'll be your butler for today." Megumi closes his book and places it on his nightstand at his side. "Just relax, anything my princess wants, I'll go get it for her."

"Mmmm, I just want cuddles for now. And maybe a little snack." You smile, raising your eyebrows at the sight of your boyfriend's frown.

"You said-"

"I know what I said, but I'm giving you a complete meal. We fucked after you woke up after passing out, I'm so sorry for being so inconsiderate..." He pouts, pressing his forehead on yours. You smile, coming to a conclusion that you love every single side of this boy. His dominant side, his soft and caring side, even his envious side.

"Let's talk about that jealousy problem you have while I eat."

Megumi flushes, "I wasn't jealous!"

[brownflower23]

Not My Father

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

*Mature Content Warning*

Summary: Reader gets arrested at a bar. Her boss comes to save her, but after months of frustration she doesn't get the response she expects. However, she receives much more than she can handle. 

"That pervert is lucky all I did was break his nose" You roll your eyes at officer idiot questioning you. Treating you as some sort of criminal, when in actuality you put the worst of criminals away. "Well we called your supervisor; you can take it up with him" The officer snickered, a lump instantly formed in your throat.

"You called who?" You yell at the dumbstruck officer in front of you, clearly not expecting your panicked response. Just after the words left your mouth, your boss crossed the barrier into the holding room. Your stomach instantly flipped, as if you had been caught by a parent as a child. Your eyes meeting his; he stared with the same scolding glare you were expecting. The same look you'd seen many times; it always gave you chills. However, you had never been the one sitting on this side of the table feeling its full force. He folded his arms tightly over his broad chest, eyes lingering at the cuffs connected to your wrist.

At that moment, you couldn't find words to defend what he was seeing, you could only imagine his thoughts. Your barely appropriate dress, your makeup, unlike anything he had seen at work. He finally peeled his eyes off of you, somehow that making you feel even worse.

"Please remove the cuffs, I can handle it from here. Thank you again for the call." Hotch finally spoke, but only to the officer, nodding to him. He returned the nod and quickly walked over removing your restraints.

"Thanks." You gripped at the idiot who arrested you, rolling your eyes at him again. Hotch shot you a warning glare, causing you to sigh while massaging your wrists. This night was utter bullshit. The officer finally left the room, you stood expecting to follow.

"Where do you think you're going?" His stern voice forcing your body to freeze, sending chills down your entire spine. "Um, I thought I was allowed to leave." You replied without looking directly at him, you didn't think you could handle it right now. "You have nothing to say for yourself?" Hotch scoffed.

"I'm sorry?" You questioned, failing to sound sincere. He doesn't respond this time, after an uncomfortable moment of silence you finally looked to meet his stare. He let out a frustrated sigh "Let's go. Before I change my mind." He cautions before leading us through the police station, again thanking the captain and same officer.

"Where is my car?" You ask once outside after you were returned your phone and I.D. "I'm guessing still at the bar you were picked up at, or by now at a towing company. You can deal with that in the morning, get in." He answers not stopping his strides toward the black SUV. You hurry to enter, afraid he might leave you here, the cool night air sending additional chills over your body, still buzzing from earlier.

The ride has an eerie silence, you had never made Hotch this mad at you, the feeling honestly made you want to hurl. You notice you aren't familiar with the street signs you were passing. "Can I ask where we are going?" You break the silence. "My place." He answers blankly, not removing his attention from the road. "Why?" You dare to question. "Because it is late, and you were picked up from a bar." He shot back gripping the steering wheel tighter, not seeming to give you another option.

After ten more agonizing minutes, he finally pulls into a parking garage. You quickly jump out of the car, following Hotch through a few hallways. You felt a wave of awkwardness once he finally stopped at the door. He quickly unlocked it and opened the door for you. You look at the open door, feeling like it was a threshold you shouldn't enter.

"Look I'm fine, I can call a cab to take me to my car." You insist, still not crossing the threshold. "No. You shouldn't be driving, you can stay here." He replied like it was an order. "We aren't at work." You spat not believing him. "Lower your voice, your yelling will wake others." He corrected you again, you noticing the clenching of his jaw. You groaned pushing past him into the apartment.

"Look I appreciate this but.." you start to continue your previous argument but his deep voice cuts you off. "You're correct agent, we are not at work. Meaning, that I did not have to leave my home in the middle of the night, coming to save you from being thrown in jail. You're lucky Jack is away or you would've been there until Monday." He chastised you again, but this time he was right. Although; still being a dick to you of all people.

"I didn't ask you to, I didn't even tell them I was an agent so don't try to make me feel guilty." You plead your case as he began to walk away. "I'm not trying to make you feel anything, maybe if you had more control of your actions you wouldn't be in this situation." He argues turning back in your direction. You finally noticed his different appearance, no jacket or tie, but jeans with an athletic shirt, his hair not styled but falling casually onto his face.

"I don't even want to be in this situation, I'll just go to my car." You huff turning back walking to the door. You just reached the handle, when a large hand came in your line of sight, pushing against the door.

"I'm not letting you leave like this. I don't know your mental state." You hear spoken close behind you. You spin on your heels, slightly taken back by how close your boss was to you. "I promise I'm fine. I wasn't drunk, and it's been hours." You roll your eyes again. "Obviously not, I have never seen you act like this." His voice was desperately trying to hide his frustration with you for the evening, you could see his chest rising against the fitted shirt.

"What? Not perfectly following your orders? Not everyone is perfect like you Hotch." You were yelling at this point, and you didn't care. You had never seen a person with more patience and composure than Hotch, but you finally broke him. "You allegedly assaulted someone at a bar drunk, get arrested, risk your career, the reputation of the BAU, and my credibility as Supervisor. You honestly think you should go back out right now?" He yelled back shocking you, feeling his minty breath fan across your face.

"You don't even know my side of the story!" You gasp at his assumptions. "How am I supposed to when you wouldn't tell me?" He hisses, still holding his same position, you had never seen such fire in his eyes.

"You are not my fucking father Hotch" You yell again, refusing to let him overpower you.

Your back hit the door with a thud, causing you to groan into his mouth. His hands gripping onto your hips roughly, pulling your bodies as close as possible. One of your hands latching his shoulder to steady yourself, while your other tugged at his soft hair.

"Then stop being a damn brat" He all out growls directly in your face, not missing a beat. Your not sure who moves first, you honestly think it was instantaneous, but before you blinked your mouths clash desperately, hands frantically grasping onto wherever you could reach first.

You purposely tugged harder, retrieving a groan from him, hearing it igniting a hunger in you. His lips slightly parted, so you took advantage sliding your tongue over his, still determined not to be overpowered.

Your control is short-lived, as he shifts his leg up, making you gasp at the contact, your head craning against the cold door. Even on your tiptoes, you couldn't relieve the pressure, perching you upon his thick thigh, causing your dress to bunch leaving only your damp underwear as a barrier.

"Did you think after your little game, I'd let you control me, sweetheart?" He huffs against your ear, in an even deeper tone than he usually held. You had never been affected by a pet name, but just coming from him made your walls clench, further agonizing you. You finally open your eyes, batting up at his dark eyes innocently. "I don't know what you mean" you smirk. You felt a low chuckle in his chest, and then you were swiftly moved, flipping you to face the door.

"I'm having a hard time believing that y/n. You've spent months purposely teasing and frustrating me. This..." he pauses his sentence, using his foot to spread your ankles, gripping your wrist together. "Is exactly what you wanted correct?" He completes the question as a whisper against your ear, making you shutter against him. You weren't giving in that easy.

"I honestly didn't think you had it in you...old man." You further push him, knowing your slight age difference being one of the things you regularly tease him about. He groans lowly at your words, pushing you harder against the door. "I still remember exactly how to handle a brat like you"

He punctuates the end of his sentence by effortlessly ripping your thin underwear from under your skirt, throwing the torn fabric to the floor. You shook at the cool air hitting your core, finally noticing how wet you were. His fingers brush over your center, gently spreading your arousal. You bite your lip to keep in the moans your body desperately want to release.

"Then why are you so wet for me sweetheart, hum?" Hotch hums in your ear, pushing his thick finger slowly into your pussy. You don't bother trying to hold in your moans this time, overwhelmed by the feeling of your muscles clenching around this finger, attempting to take it as deep as possible.

As if a single finger wasn't enough, he added a second stretching you delightfully. You scratch against his hand, as if some sort of plea, but the last thing you wanted was for him to stop as you could feel the pleasure building in your stomach. "Something wrong?" He coos arrogantly, watching your face morphing, as your pants of pleasure increase.

"Nothing" You manage to smart back without it sounding completely of a moan. By this point, you drenched his fingers, coating them entirely, letting him fuck his fingers into you as fast as he pleased. You hear a faint growl come deep from Hotch's chest, almost sounding frustrated. "Don't you lie to me; If you are not honest you don't get what you want sweetheart" "And what do I want?" You laugh through a heavy breath.

He shifts an unoccupied finger up to graze your clit every time his fingers plunge into you, making you gasp against the cold door. He leans down to your neck, tickling your skin with his beard. "To be fucked like you wish those boys you entertain would fuck you." Hearing your boss talk like that sends you spiraling, throwing your head back onto his chest to support you as your legs began to feel weak. Just as you clench around his fingers he retracts them, leaving you dripping down your thigh, craving satisfaction.

"What the fuck?" You yell spinning quickly to face him, he catches you by the neck placing you against the door again. Your breath caught, you felt like you didn't have a voice with his large hand around your throat. The way he was staring at you, like his prey. It made your knees weak.

He lifts his other hand between your bodies, you could see his middle fingers glistening. He keeps his eyes nailed to yours, you still trying to calm your pathetic pants. Your mouth gapes as you watch him take the fingers in his mouth, he groans out twirling his tongue, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment savoring your taste. You were fucked.

He removes his fingers slowly, still watching you staring at him with big doe eyes. Then wiping the edge of his mouth with his hand. "Watch it, sweetheart. I'm not sure if you haven't caught on... but I always give the orders. You will not cum until I allow." You whimper loudly at his declaration, you had never had a man command you like this, but you couldn't deny the effect it was having on your body.

"I'll do what you say." You whisper, barely audible, looking away from his eyes. Loosening his hand on your neck, using it to make you look back up to him. A faint smirk now played at the corner of his lips. "What was that?" He lightly chuckles. You suppress the urge to roll your eyes.

"I said I'll do what you say. Happy?" You return the smirk. "Hmm, honestly I thought you'd be harder to break. I think you're just trying to get what you want." He informs you, moving his face closer to yours. You shrug your shoulders innocently. "Is it working?" You breathe against his lips before gripping onto his shirt pulling him flush against you.

His mouth explores yours again; it's without a doubt the best kiss of your life. He was so skilled in his movements, and how he taunted you with his hands without actually pleasuring you. Maybe you had been dealing with boys before.

Hotch gripping into your hips, lifting you slightly before walking your bodies away from the door. You hardly notice he was moving you until your legs hit the back of a couch. He instantly spun you around making you a bit dizzy, folding you at the waist over the couch.

You couldn't help the smirk that grew on your face hearing the chime of his belt buckle, you were getting exactly what you wanted. "I wouldn't gloat so quickly y/n" Hotch warns. You try to look back to observe but cannot move from him keeping a hand on your neck, pushing your chest into the oversized cushion.

"And I shouldn't because?" You entertain his warning. "Because this" is the only answer he provides, and you then feel the pressure. That of him forcing his cock in you with a single plunge, burying himself to your brim, ripping through any defiance left in you.

"Aaron!" You scream out his first name, gasping for the air he just knocked from your stomach. He was massive, stretching you uncomfortably, you didn't have to see it to know you had never taken a cock this big. You were also sinfully a sucker for pain.

"Fuck" he groans above you, surly your tightness was affecting him also. You knew that he rammed into you purposely, not wanting you to be able to conform to his size before punishing you.

He made the single motion again, burying himself again and stopping, making you cry out again. "What's wrong sweetheart? A brat like you can take it right?" His breathing is labored now, one hand still tightly holding you down, the other now roughly gripping your hip. He repeats the same hard single thrust, you can feel tears building at your lashes. The way he filled you was overwhelming.

"Please" you beg, squirming under him. You weren't sure what you were begging for at this point, you just needed him. Every time he stills you could feel his cock pulsing deep in you, not delivering enough pleasure to relieve you, but only to further drive you mad.

"Oh, now you want to do what you're told huh? Now you beg like a pathetic whore." He responds with another snap of his hips. You couldn't take much more, you felt as if you could combust at any second. "Aaron I can't..please" you cry, feeling the tears stream over your face, he had finally broken you.

"Go ahead baby, call me what you really want. Go ahead." He groans, pulling your head back by a fist full of your hair. He didn't have to say it, you knew exactly what he meant, and he knew you wanted it. So you let everything out, all the months of frustration boiling over.

"Daddy, please...I'm yours...please" You wish you could've recorded the sound that escaped Aaron at that moment, a loud groan mixed with a needy whine. Matched by feeling his cock twitch inside you, struggling to stay composed hearing that name.

He throws his hips into you again, but this time it follows with another quick thrust, over and over, filling the room with a slapping noise and your moans. He keeps your hair pulled back, making your body hold the arch for him to angle deeper, brushing your g spot with each hard thrust.

"Yes yes yes, don't stop" You scream, him finally giving you what you needed. "Can you take it, baby? You're so damn tight" He grunts, you weren't going to last with him calling you baby. "Yes, daddy, harder please" you plea, wanting him to ruin you. He grants your wish, fucking you harder, you gasping feeling it all the way in your stomach. You would certainly be bruised tomorrow, but the pain would be worth it.

"Fuck daddy. So good... so fucking deep." You cry, feeling your body begin to tingle, your legs shaking against him. He groans feeling you tightening "Cum for daddy sweetheart." He encourages through his heavy breaths, and that's all it takes to make your body snap. He slows his motions slightly letting you ride out your orgasm, your walls still fluttering around his thick cock.

He releases your head, you not having the energy to stay upright you letting it hang down against the couch. "Shit that's was amazing" You whisper, causing him to chuckle and slowly begin to move into you again. Your eyes flash open realizing he still hadn't finished.

"Aaron I can't" you whine, your body couldn't possibly take more of this. "Oh I'm not finished, and neither are you" He growls in your ear, you couldn't help but moan out at his tone. "I can't take anymore" You whine again, only fueling him. He releases the hand that was holding you, now gripping onto both of your hips harshly, definitely leaving a mark. There was no reason to restrain you anymore, he knew you were his.

Hotch returns to the same pace he held previously, causing your eyes to roll back as you yelp, grasping onto the couch for dear life it felt. "Don't forget your place sweetheart. You're done when I say brat..." he pauses his sentence, repositioning one of his hands to your front. "And I think you can give me one more." He states as he set fire to your body rubbing fiercely over your clit, steadily pushing himself deep, determined to make you unravel again.

"Daddy" You scream, feeling your body giving in to him, his thrust becoming frantic, his moans become beastly with each thrust. "Give it to me y/n. Ahh... fuck. I know you want to baby." Is his final pleasuring cry to take you with him, as he made a final slap against your body to sheathe himself fully.

"Oh, Aaron" Is all you can cry as the air hitches in your throat. All at once, your body erupts again, feeling him filling you with his seed. Grasping onto him to anchor yourself to reality, uncertain this level if euphoria is real, or if you'll ever get to relive it again.

Drained of any energy, your body collapses into his, feeling his arms catch you and lifting you sweetly into his embrace. Although; unable to open your eyes, you feel him carefully carrying you, and then the soft cushion of a bed. You weren't sure how long he was gone, but your body slightly jumps at the feeling of a wet cloth between your thighs.

"Wha..what are you doing?" You mutter against a pillow and hear him softly laugh at you. "I've got you, sweetheart, just rest" He replies in a very tender voice. He softly wipes your leg, erasing the proof of your shared pleasure. Even half-conscious you had never felt so adored. Following; you feel him slide the heels off your feet, and then tug at the end of your dress to remove it. Your dress is finally off, and you feel it would be silly to care about after the deed you two just committed.

You are only naked for a couple of seconds before he wiggles a soft t-shirt over your body, oversized enough to be a nightgown. It smells strongly of him, which comforted you, but not as much as him pulling you into his bare chest, kissing your forehead just as you slip into an exhausted sleep.

Please let me know if this should be turned into a short series! Thanks loves!

[countrymusiclover]

11 - Embracing her Dark side

(Gif not mine)

Part 12

Princess more than a Nickname

@the-big-bad-klaus @alanaangie24 @lxna-mikaelsxn

Klaus's POV

"Are you seriously saying that you don't know how to just get her to flip it back on?" Rebekah groaned sitting on top of the table in the apartment we rented. Running my fingers through my hair knotting it a little I grumble under my breath. "If I knew don't you think I would have bloody done it already Rebekah." She crossed her arms over her chest staring out at the city of Chicago at night. Y/n hadn't came since leaving the dress shop so I had compelled all the local bars to inform me if they saw a girl matching her description. My phone rings so I immediately pressed it to my ear hearing one of the owners of a bar down the street answer. "Mr. Mikaelson we found - agh!" He grunts dropping before her sweet voice takes over. "Compelling the bartender, Nik. Real mature for an Original Hybrid. If you want to see me so bad, come get me I dare you." The line goes dead causing me to storm outside getting annoyed with her sassy tone anymore.

10 years ago

Striding into a witches bar that was closed for the night. The witch appeared with short blonde hair eyeing me as I slide some money towards her. "Keep the change, love. I'll take a scotch and some witch knowledge." She hands me the drink continuing to clean the bar while I sit on the barstool until she broke the silence. "So what are you wanting from me, Original vampire." I smirked liking that my name has started rumors around the world. "I want to know why I can't wake up a new vampire from a sleeping curse. One that was placed on her before she died." The witche stopped in her tracks shaking her head with a slight chuckle that makes me clutch my glass in my hands. "For an Original I would have expected you to have experienced this by now. It's obvious in those baby blue eyes of yours." Raising my brows at her I hate having to ask for the answer. "What are you talking about, love." The woman strides up resting her chin in the palms of her hands smirking. "Have you considered that this person, obviously a girl. Might be sired to you." Blinking my eyes a couple times I run a hand through my hair breathing out. "Then I could wake her...bring her back?" The witch never spoke anything more than a sentence. "If you manage that. Then you'll have the strongest bond of any creature."

Opening the bar door I immediately see some bodies on the floor bleeding and the rest are all hazed over meaning she's compelled them. Drifting my eyes forward my mouth hangs open seeing her sitting ontop of the bar, legs crossed with blood around her mouth. Her hair is tousled over her left shoulder, her fangs visible under a smirk that she's gotten better at creating. "I see you weren't kidding about wanting blood, love. Care to tell me your little system here?" I questioned moving one of the bodies of a dead boy with my boot eyeing her uneasily. She scoots off the bar grabbing a bottle of Bourbon, pointing with her left index finger to the two groups. "Certainly, Nikky. The bartender that called you was the first to go. After I told him to close this place for the night. The people who are dead annoyed me so I drank their blood first. And the others are for me to get more fun. Although to be honest I would rather enjoy seeing you join me." She strides up biting into a red heads neck and I stiffened smelling the fresh blood.

"Come on, Nik. You know you want it. Blood bags don't compare to the real thing." She smirked trying to bait me to lose control with her. I don't mind that I've turned Stefan back into his former Ripper days. But Y/n shouldn't be like this. I had hoped that when she became a vampire that it wouldn't change who she used to be. It only enhanced what you were, but a lass with Brooke gone she might be lost forever. "Y/n, this isn't - let's make a deal. If I let loose for tonight then tomorrow you'll let me try and bring you back." She pursed her lips into a poker face at my words. "And why would I agree to this. What do I get out of this since I don't feel anything?" Rubbing the back of my neck it takes me a second to think of what she will agree to. A Ripper only wants more blood. "If I fail then I'll turn it off alongside you. We'll travel the world and paint it in red." Instead of verbal answer she flings her arms around my neck crashing her lips to mine. My arms go around her waist tasting blood lingering on her lips when I kiss her back. In the 500 years we've been apart I never thought this would be our first kiss since she woke. But I can't complain because she's becoming a much better kisser.

I tilt her chin up pressing a kiss to her neck giving me the time to whisper in her ear needing an answer. "So what's it gonna be yes or no?" She pulls away shoving the bleeding girl towards me, twirling her blonde hair between her fingers. "I still get the better side of this deal. A hot hybrid boyfriend I can sleep with and the thrill of drinking blood. Name one thing that could be better, Nik." I stare into her eyes deeply revealing my fangs and flashing her my gold wolf eyes. "Getting to experience love from you, princess." She tilts her head to the side crossing her arms over her chest waiting. Finally I shoved my fangs into the girls neck drinking some blood before making her look in my eyes to compel her. "You will run through the back alley and not scream. You will only let us chase after you." The red head spun on her heels running and Y/n throws her head back chuckling then curtsying to me. "The thrill of the chase you know me so well. Shall we?" I extend my arm being a gentleman, bowing with my other arm behind my back. "Ladies first, have at it sweetheart." The veins appear under her eyes seeing her vamp speed out of the bar.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

I had fun writing Klaus and Y/n talking like Rippers. Should she keep her humanity off for a little longer or no?

[astridthevalkyrie]

aaand welcome back to:

A Scene Popped Into My Head But Instead Of Writing A Whole AU I'm Just Going To Write That One Scene <3

Today's Feature: Drunk Pining Best Friend Levi!

The doorknob hits the wall with a crack that makes you wince, but you ignore it in favor of tugging Levi inside. If he had any issues with it in the morning, you would just tell him that he should have installed a stopper. Knowing him, he'd probably go out and buy one too, unlike normal people who said they would do something responsible and then didn't.

Responsible people don't get so drunk that they could barely walk, though. Responsible people don't insist that they can go home by themselves and then try to fistfight anyone who protests. Responsible people don't mutter threats under their breath as you walk them to their apartments.

Actually, it's a bit refreshing to see that even Levi isn't perfectly mature all the time.

"C'mon, take your scarf and coat off," you urge him. Levi shakes his head with a pout, head drooping on your shoulder. You bite back a smile—he's ridiculously cute like this.

"S'dark in here, don't get any ideas," he mumbles, tugging you closer, "if you try anything, I'll scream."

You laugh, poking his cheek. "Am I the one cuddling up like a cat right now?"

"Fuck you, you took my first kiss in the dark, I have a right to be worried—"

"It was my first kiss too, and you didn't say no when I proposed the idea. Actually, what was it you said? Oh right, it was—"

"Shut the fuck up—"

"If it has to be someone, I only want it to be you."

"Shut up," he hisses once more, without releasing his hold on you. "You're the worst."

"And you're sleepy," you declare, tugging him towards the couch. The two of you fall on top of it clumsily, Levi's arms wrapped around your waist. He finds solace in burying his face in your neck, and you tangle your fingers in his hair, stroking absentmindedly.

The two of you stay like that for a good few minutes, until you begin to feel your eyelids droop. It's getting late, and while you've stayed over a thousand times in the past, you have an early morning class. Well, Levi probably could drop you off. Whether that reasoning is being provided by your brain or by how cozy you feel with him curled into you is up for debate.

"Lev," you whisper, nudging him gently. All you get in response is a hushed grunt and some ineligible mumbling. "Lev, I have to get up."

He sighs, warm breath hitting your skin as he presses further into you, nosing your shoulder. "No, you don't. Stay here. I can drive you in the morning."

That's all the permission you need. Still, you should consider shifting the two of you to his actual bed. It doesn't seem like your best friend has any intention of moving, he's far too satisfied with the pillow he's made for himself. He groans when you slip your fingers into his undercut, and you feel his lips graze over your pulse, making you gasp out.

Your fingers halt as your breath hitches.

Did he hear you...?

"(F/N)..." Levi mumbles, much quieter this time, so much so that you have to strain your ears to hear him. "...love you."

You freeze up completely, eyes widening and mouth falling open. There's no way he just—he couldn't have just—you must have misheard—

"What'd you say?" you croak, looking down at him so he can clarify.

But Levi is fast asleep, and your question is left unanswered, lost to the night.