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4theluvofsapphos · 1 month ago

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Can we get a Larissa Weems who's prolly an 'innocent' tease when she discovers reader likes her since she's a hella smart woman and wants reader to confess first before she reveals the truth that she knows and has been testing her? 👀 (Idk why but that kind of personality suits her sm and so canon)

KINKTOBER WEEK 1 : "CAUGHT"

NSFW - 'Innocent'!Larissa Weems x Teacher!Reader

warnings: smut 18+ duh, kiddos beware & dni please :p, sub!reader, dom!larissa, a bit of dark!larissa, rough handling of r, fingering (r receiving), teasing, larissa is lowkey predatory in a sexy way, a SMIDGE of size kink if you squint!

A/N: I'M BEHIND SHUT UP SHUT U-- BUT! This is so cute~ I love the idea of her playing dumb but really just luring in our poor reader into thinking she's 'just a sweet woman' when she's literally the most predatory little shit on planet Earth!!

I kinda wandered off prompt SORRY ANON FSHDK THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!!!

no beta we die like weems >:P

Over the past few weeks, Headmistress Weems had been casting you more and more cheeky glances, her heeled foot nudging at the cuff of your pant leg, or her gaze shifting to something just a little more than friendly. Whenever you would point the fact out or comment on it as quietly as you could, the blonde would look genuinely concerned, cocking her head to the side.

"I'm not quite sure I understand what you mean, y/n. Am I making you uncomfortable at all?" She would ask, her deep blues casting doubt over her face.

You would melt every time, assuring her that you must've been overthinking it, and that she wasn't doing anything wrong.

Sometimes, if you felt confident-- you would tease back every once in a while, call her a pet name, or make a little joke. She would always redden and turn away, saying how you were 'just too much', or a flatterer. It made you smile, but you were sure it was only one sided.

Oh how wrong you were.

As you stepped into Larissa's office for your routine biweekly check-in and performance review, your gaze caught on something glimmering in the corner of your eye.

Larissa had yet to arrive back to her office, and she generally allowed you access even when she wasn't present, so you quietly let yourself in.

You two had a bit of a heated discussion surrounding student curfew. You believed they should be allowed extra hours during the evenings as you both had been given when you were at Nevermore, though Larissa believed that they would simply damage and destroy property if allowed out and about past 10pm. The playful bickering had gone on for several minutes before a student called her attention away, and she had left you in the hall nearest the teacher's lounge.

"Do feel free to get comfortable while I deal with this..but do your best to not poke around my office too much. It's yet to be tidied." You remember her saying.

Turning to look at what had originally snagged your attention, you realized it was Larissa's lip shaped coat pendant. Leaning in to inspect it closer, you couldn't help but pick the piece up, brushing your thumb over the lip part of the pendant.

Tilting the piece into the light and squinting-- you notice a familiar scar on the left most part of the upper lip. The cast was of Larissa's own lips.

It was with this revelation that you reflected upon how you secretly yearned for your own boss. It was impractical for workflow AND highly taboo, but you couldn't help it.

The way she always chuckled at your jokes, how she would gently squeeze your shoulder or hand whenever you were nervous, her little whispers of praise when she passed by your class in the halls...It was a wonder you hadn't thrown yourself at her yet.

Turning the piece over in your hands, you marveled at the pure gold pendant. It was weighty and dense in your hand, no doubt high purity. Larissa always had a penchant for the finer things in life. You didn't hold it against her-- if there were screaming outcast children all around you constantly, you'd want to at least have something nice to hold onto while it was all happening.

With a small huff, you hesitantly held the pendant close, staring at those lips you craved to taste for so long.

Despite it all, you quickly brought the pendant to your own lips, pressing a soft kiss to the woman who haunted your dreams and waking days.

If only the metal was soft and warm like you had imagined she might be. If only she cou-

"Do tell me you plan to put that back, darling." A familiar voice chided, astonishingly close to you, no less. Lithe fingers came to hold your waist, manicured nails crimping the fabric beneath them.

"I can't have one of my favourite teachers stealing from me now, can I?" That cloying voice pulled at every piece of your inhibition, clouding it...urging it to simply fall apart. You let out a soft squeak, clutching the golden piece to your chest and allowing your eyes to dart down and see those familiar crimson nails. They held you steady, not allowing you to waver.

You squeezed your eyes shut, nervously shaking your head in response. "I-...would never, Larissa." You assure, though the tremble in your voice betrays your earnestness.

With a throaty chuckle, the blonde leans in, whispering sweetly to you-- a warning,"Do you think I'm dim witted, y/n?"

A beat between the two of you stood in silence.

"...No, of course not. I- I think you're brilliant, Lariss-" The grip on your waist shifted to pull your back against her front, her hand came to take back the pendant, before setting it down as she held both of your wrists in one palm, the other securing your waist.

"Good. Do you remember what I had asked of you before I left not more than 10 minutes ago?"

You let out a pathetic excuse of a whimper, melting into her assertive touch.

"Yes but-" You managed between quick breaths.

"Tell me, y/n. What did I ask you? Hm?" This was a side of Larissa you had never seen. You had heard she could be severe and reprimanding towards her students when she needed to be, but never so-- dark.

You had no way of knowing how she had played this role-- this façade of innocence, of kindness and gentle sweetness for so long... And you had walked right into the beast's lair. You had gone against the one thing she had asked of you.

Your brain was mush, but even so, you tried your best to pull yourself together and answer what had been asked of you. "You...told me to not poke around your things--" "And you went and did it anyways..." With the click of her tongue, the statuesque woman brought your trapped wrists in front of you, forcing your palms flat against the fireplace's wall. You were bent forward, embarrassingly so. With a satisfied hum, the blonde released you.

You weren't stupid enough to try and move. A little voice in the back of your mind urged you to be difficult. To move and whine and annoy her on purpose-- just to push her and see how far things might go. But still, you stayed. Obedient to her whims.

As she paced, she thought out loud, eyes glued to your bent form like some sort of beast watching its prey.

"And to think we could have gone on a nice dinner date...gone for some hot chocolate, maybe? Something sweet...simple...innocent. But you had to go and disobey me the one time I give you instruction. I had been easy on you until now, was I too understanding? Too reasonable in letting you get away with your flirtations...your flattery."

Though she was speaking mostly rhetorically, you cleared your throat to retort. "YOU flirted first, Larissa.."

A low grunt accompanied her pause in pacing. Immediate regret washed over your body, filling your gut with a deep dread as she came back to you, wrenching your wrists upward and nearly dragging you to her expansive cherrywood desk.

With a squeak, you were tossed over weeks worth of paperwork, her body bending over yours, chest and hips keeping you pinned where you were. Helplessly, you began to wiggle around, trying to apologize between pathetic little whines.

Larissa had made up her mind, though. She would take you here and now, since you wanted to be so smart about it all. Part of her anger was stress, part of it pent up emotions. She had been playing this long game with you for almost 4 semesters now, a summer in between that with absolutely no action on her end? She had gone almost completely mad for you in that time. Larissa was partially annoyed because of how unbothered by her you seemed to be. Nothing more than a little smile or blush in whatever she said.

But YOU? God, you made her brain fry, her cheeks flush the most humiliating shade of rosy red. You filled her waking thoughts and her night time dreams. You were at the end of each and every fantasy when she lay writhing beneath her sheets some evenings. And still, you didn't seem to care.

So she would make you care.

"You want to argue about who flirted first? Well I'll let you tell me who fucked you first." She growled, lips latching onto your neck. Her painted lips smeared across the skin of your throat, teeth demanding purchase against your tissue.

You let out an explosive moan, knees buckling as the two of you lay flush against the desk and each other. At this, the blonde chuckled, her lips curling up against your skin.

"Excited, are we?" Without waiting for a response, her manicured fingers hooked against one of the back loops of your trousers. Tugging gently and pausing in her movements.

"May I?"

Even in her desperate state, Larissa was a considerate soul. You let out a small chuckle, nodding and replying with a shy,"Yes, please."

As the anger from your employer simmered down, the true passion from the moment was beginning to seep into the very fabric of your beings. Larissa let out little hums of approval as you clumsily stepped out of your pants in your restricted state, (mostly) unintentionally pushing your rear up against her front, causing some appreciated friction for the platinum blonde.

Your mind was ablaze with all the thoughts, questions, and desires from months of teasing and what you now realized was flirtation. The way her fingers seemed to massage out the most sinful sounds from your mouth, and her lips worked like magic in pacifying your need. Sure, you thought Larissa to be beautiful and intelligent-- but never had you thought she would be such a competent lover.

When her body weight pressed heavier into you so her one knee could push your legs farther apart, you thought you might melt into the floor. Everything felt mushy and warm, too warm to be wearing as much as you were-- but it was midday, and if it weren't for this being your break period, you'd have a class.

"Let's see what we're working with, hm?" Her musing was rhetorical, but you nodded frantically anyways. In some way, you thought maybe that would make her move faster.

With a chuckle, she slipped her hand under the waistband of your trousers, brushing past your fuzz and ghosting ever so lightly over your puffy clit.

You let out of a puff of air, desperately wanting to begin bucking your hips-- and if you were in any other position, you would be able to. But it seemed Larissa was set on making you crumble. Her fingers slipped through your folds with ease, a low hum of approval next to your ear letting you know she enjoyed this result very much.

With every whine and little wiggle of your hips, the blonde inched closer to where you needed her most, seeming to revel in the fool you were making of yourself.

"Larissa...rissa..pl..ease." You managed between pants and whimpers of exasperation.

"Please what, darling?" She purred, fingers grazing lightly over your engorged clit, to which you twitched and whimpered yet again.

"Touch..touch m..me-!" You pushed back into Larissa's front again, and this time she obliged, large and lithe fingers plunged themselves into your soaking hole-- and you saw stars.

A pornographic groan of relief rumbled from your chest, eyes widening in ecstasy as she started up a brutal pace. Your cunt squeezed and drooled around the fingers of your employer-- and the thought made you whimper aloud once more.

"There you go, sweetheart. Let it all out.." She chided teasingly, her tone so grossly condescending that it made you scoff slightly, to which she giggled.

Her fingers worked you to putty, while you bit at your bottom lip, and she kissed along your neck, whispering little praises that had you preening with pride.

"So good for me, darling...so good...so fucking good." The profanity falling off her tongue made it sound like a prayer, causing your legs to finally give out. Thankfully for your position, Larissa's weight kept you suspended and prevented you from sliding down and off the desk.

With each ministration, the sounds of slick and wetness permeated the air, and your face grew redder with how embarrassed you were. Well-- you would be more embarrassed if you weren't about to cum on your boss's desk.

As she sensed your squeezing core and growing unrest as your orgasm mounted, her fingers curled up into that spongy spot that was just SO good, so sinfully pleasurable that you couldn't keep the drool from dribbling down your chin and onto the desk-- your eyes rolling back with each curl and uncurl of Larissa's fingers.

"M-m'close.." you managed between keens and moans of pure bliss, Larissa's hand tightening its hold on your hip, the other pausing to readjust, before thrusting itself at the perfect angle. Seconds later, you were flying to the stars, seeing them behind your eyelids, sparks rippling up your spine, body going taut as a bow in the process.

"Good girl, cum for me." She crooned into you, letting you ride out your absolute explosion of an orgasm while she mumbled little affirmations into your skin.

"Fucking Hell, Larissa-- I--"

"Language, Y/N!" She teased, gently removing her hands from your trousers and flipping you over to straddle you against the desk, front to front.

"Pfft- Sure, like you didn't just say the most disgusting and foul mouthed things to me to get me off." You rolled your eyes, clearing the mussed hair from your forehead and wiping the drool off your chin with a sheepish grin.

Larissa's eyebrow quirked in amusement as you readjusted yourself, making sure you saw as she cleaned your essence from her fingers, making a show of her languid (and unusually long) tongue darting over every last drop.

"So-- Does this mean..uhm..we get a nice dinner date, still?"

A hearty laugh escaped the blonde, and she leaned in closer to you, her stature nearly pushing her bosom into your face. You flushed at the action, taking her hips in your hands to keep her steady.

"Is that how it goes? I bed you and then you take me to dinner? I was sure it was the other way around..."

"Well, yeah- but you kind of...chose for me, in a way. I just want to show you that I do see your flirting, and it does affect me more than you think."

Larissa cupped your face, pressing a tender kiss to your lips, a smile lacing her features.

"Well, if you'd like to have a meal together this weekend, I'd love if you'd have me."

"It's settled, then."

done!

#larissa weems x y/n #gwendoline christie #larissa weems #larissa weems smut #larissa weems x reader #reader insert #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie fandom #my fic #kinktober

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dbnightingale24 · 8 months ago

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My Little Decoy

A StevexReaderxBucky Messy Triangle

Another story for Patreon! So, for this one, I'm a bit anxious (when am I not?), because this definitely took off in the complete opposite direction of what I initially planned. That being said, I hope you all enjoy it!

Thank you as always to @fuckingbye for the amazing moodboard, I love you to bits for literally everything you do! I was in the middle of updating three other stories when this idea came to me, so please just work with me! (I'm so sorry I'm like this.)

Anywho, here we go!

Word Count: 34,776 (I'm not even gonna apologize anymore)

Warnings: Honestly, this entire fucking story. SMUT (MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY), Threesome, Lying, Infidelity, Emotional Cheating, Swearing, Drinking, Infertility, Family Drama, Angst, Lusting, Daddy Kink, Running Away, Tie Play, Cuff Play, Crying, Fluff, Best friends to lovers...that's all I can think of? They're honestly so many.

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter: Don't Look So Blue, You Should've Seen Right Thru, I'm Using You, My Little Decoy

Summary: You truly do have the best intentions when you try to move on and suppress your feelings for your best friend Steve, and try to move on with Bucky. Unfortunately, life doesn't give a damn about intentions. Neither does love.

I do not give consent/permission for my stories/works to get posted elsewhere. I do not condone this type of behavior, this is for entertainment purposes only.

You wonder how the hell it got to this point in the first place as you lay in Steve’s soft bed sheets. What feels like it should be a quiet moment of peace is juxtaposed with your current reality; Bucky pounding on the front door and you and Steve conspiring to think of some kind- any kind- of excuse.

You truly don’t understand how it got to this.

It all feels like it started so long ago. You didn’t even know 6 years could feel so fast, much less pass so quickly. You look around at where you are now, at Steve, as you listen to the shaking of the front door against Bucky’s fist as he continues thumping away. Fuck. What if memories lie? Maybe it is that long ago.

6 Years Earlier...

“Babe, you ever had a night out in the city?” Bucky asked as you took off your gear.

Training was brutal and everyone was looking for a way to relieve stress. You knew The Avengers were all planning to meet up at some club downtown, but you had other plans.

“I have, and as much fun as it can be, I have other plans,” you laugh as you take your hair out of the tightest ponytail you’d ever had it in.

“Oh? What are you getting into?” Natasha laughs, making her way over with Bruce holding onto her as if he’d lose her.

“My friend’s band is playing tonight. I promised her I’d go if we finished up early enough.”

“Oh, this I gotta see!” Bruce chimes in as you laugh and shake your head. “You never let us have a peak into your personal life!”

“God, I haven’t been to a show in forever,” Natasha chimes in with raised eyebrows.

He wasn’t wrong. You played everything so close to the chest; wanting to keep those you love and care for the most safe...wanting to keep yourself safe. Since none of them were relenting (not to mention they’re the damn Avengers), you finally agreed and told them to meet you outside of your room at the compound in about two hours.

“Is it too late for me to get in on this?” Steve asks just as the group was about to disperse.

“There you are!” Bucky interjects before anyone has a chance to say anything. “Y/N is giving us a peak into her personal life! We’re all meeting at her place in two hours and going from there,” he laughs patting his best friend on the back.

Steve looked at you with a cocked eyebrow and you just laugh and nod, giving him the ‘OK’ to tag along. Unbeknownst to the others, you and Steve hung out the most. No, he’d never been privy to your personal life, but you two spent a lot of time watching movies and listening to music together on the weekends. Occasionally, Bucky would get in on the action, but it was mainly you and Steve. You and Steve had a certain level of comfort that you didn’t have with the rest of them. It was more of an unspoken, private thing and that’s how the both of you preferred it. You both understood each other, and neither of you ever made the other feel sad or out of place for things that had gone wrong in each other’s past. You both had wounds you were still healing from, and you gave each other the space needed for that to happen.

You’d always had a thing for Steve. He kept himself at a distance, so it was difficult for you to tell if he ever felt the same. After a while, you’d stopped trying and just accepted him as a friend. He told you that he’d wanted to go back and stay with Peggy, but he was too afraid to leave Bucky on his own again, so he’d come back instead. He wasn’t even sure if Bucky would ever be okay with being alone; Steve just stayed without asking him. It seemed like the right thing to do, and he didn’t hate the current timeline too much.

Soon enough, everyone is in your small little complex, drinking and laughing as you put together the last bit of your outfit. The thought of Steve joining all of you had you more anxious than you cared to admit, so you chalked it up to the normal anxiety of inviting your work colleagues into your personal life.

Which was more than fair.

“I’m sure you look amazing, lets go! I’m too excited for this!” Natasha hollers as she makes her way into your bedroom.

“Nat!”

“Oh, they’re all in there drinking away! You’re fine,” she laughs, closing the door behind her. “Well shit!”

“I swear to God, I’ll change right now!”

“No! You look amazing!” she promised as her hands covered her mouth. “None of us have ever seen you out of work clothes, and babe...you look amazing,” she laughs in shock.

“Should I change? I don’t want to give anyone the wrong idea-”

“If you’re comfortable, who cares. No one wants to interfere with your personal life. I think we’re all more afraid of pushing you away,” she laughs.

“You really think it’s okay?”

“I mean, I think you’re hot as fuck,” she laughed as you rolled your eyes, “but I think you look amazing.”

“You sure?”

“Get enough alcohol in them , they won’t even notice when you leave for the bathroom,” she laughed.

Even though you laughed along with her, you knew better. James Buchanan Barnes kept his attention on you almost as well as Steve, but you never thought anything of it. It always had a more platonic feeling than with Steve, almost more familial.

When you came out, Steve was the first to look at you. His mouth slightly agape was enough to make you wanna go back, but Bucky was quick to chime in-

“Someone is ready for a night out,” he laughed.

That’s all it took.

Soon enough, you were taking shots and laughing with everyone else. Even Pepper and Tony were excited and joined you all. Your life was something so foreign to them, and you could tell that they all felt extremely excited that you trusted them enough.

In all honesty, you felt more comfortable because Steve was there. You knew he’d never let anything happen to you, and you’d never let anything happen to him. If you were being completely honest, you’d only wanted to invite him out. How it spiraled, you’re still not sure but it did. It The only thing that felt off was letting him see you dressed as you were. It was weird for all of them to see you dressed as you were, but Steve couldn’t take his eyes off you.

You were in red plaid crop top, with tight fighting black jeans that hugged your hips in just the right way, and black low top heels. You put your hair in loose curls, and finished it off with eyeliner and mascara. After a brutal day of training, you really didn’t wanna spend forever doing your makeup, because you knew you’d wanna come home after everything was over and go right back to sleep. Yeah, everything was hugging your body in just the right way, but you weren’t about to change.

You were introducing them to your life.

Before you all left, Thor filled three flasks with his mead from Asgard for himself, Steve, and Bucky and you laughed pretty damn hard.

“We wanna enjoy this night too,” he winked at you as you rolled your eyes.

The walk was easy enough, but it felt like it took forever. People kept asking for pictures with the OG Avengers, they had a million questions, and of course they were all happy to be as kind as possible. It’s not that you minded all that much, but you really missed your best friend. Work had been kicking your ass, she had been extremely busy, and was in the middle of planning her wedding. Nights off were extremely rare, but actually getting to see her and her friends perform? It had been forever.

“You made it!” she squealed once you were finally inside the club with everyone, almost knocking you over with how hard she hugged you.

“I told you I’d show! Even if I would’ve only caught the last song,” you laughed as you hugged her back just as tight. “We still on for drinks after?”

“Fuck yes! Your tits look amazing in this top, we’re definitely getting free drinks out of it,” she beamed with a wink and you burst out laughing. “Okay, I’ve seen all of you on TV, but I still wanna officially meet everyone,” she smiled at everyone. “I’m Meg.”

As everyone went around introduced themselves, you made your way to the bar, to grab your signature Jack and Coke.

“Hell yes! You made it!” Meg’s finance, Paul, beamed as he made your drink.

“Why is everyone so shocked that I’m here?!”

“You haven’t been to a show in years!”

“Blah, blah, blah,” you muttered as you reached behind the bar and grabbed his pack of cigarettes.

“You bring the Avengers with you and you dare to steal from me?” he sneered sarcastically as he handed you your drink.

You laughed as you reached across the bar and kissed his cheek, “I’m sure our friendship will survive it.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Dude, I had no idea the place would be so packed tonight.”

“I have a feeling everyone here had a long ass Friday.” “Yeah, well they better treat my baby right.” “You two!”

He rolled his eyes as he flipped you off, “enjoy the show!”

“Thank you, Paaauuullll,” you sang out as everyone joined you.

You looked up to see Steve staring at you intently, and he quickly turned towards the stage when he realized he was caught. Before you could allow yourself to think on it or feel flattered, you heard your best friend yell from the stage as she started to make her guitar scream.

“We’re ‘Flowers of Cinnamon’, and thanks for spending your Friday night with us!”

From that moment on, you were barely paying attention to your surroundings. With the exception of your drink, you didn’t focus on anything other than your best friend rocking the fuck out. It had always just been a hobby for her, but she had always been so damn good at it. You envied how effortlessly performing came to her. The band was a cross between Paramore, The Bangles, and All Time Low, and they were just as amazing as you remembered. You wouldn’t have been able to stay still even if you’d wanted to. You sang and danced along to every song, bouncing around, and screaming your head off. You had no clue that Steve had been watching you with the biggest grin on his face, Bucky had been watching your chest bounce up and down, or that Tony had been recording your reaction to your best friend’s music, smiling so hard at your happiness.

Every other song, your best friend made eye contact with you and laughed, and nothing else seemed to matter. Thinking back on it, you wished it had, because maybe things wouldn’t have gotten so fucked up, but you were just so damn happy. The more drinks got, the more you danced and sang around, finally feeling comfortable and happy, even with your new set of friends watching you.

“Okay, this is gonna be our last song for the night,” Meg smiled into the microphone and she laughed at amount of “boos” they received. “Listen, I wanna get fucked up too!” she joked, gaining laughs from the crowd. “Okay, so tonight is extremely special because my best friend on the entire planet is here and brought her friends with her! Thanks babe! So, our last song is gonna be a cover of one of her favorite songs ever,” she winked at you as you cocked an eyebrow.

As soon as you heard the first cord of ‘Decoy’ by Paramore hum out of the speakers, you screamed so loud that everyone in your group (and Paul) started laughing.

‘Close your eyes and make believe that this is where you wanna be

Forgetting all the memories, try to forget love cause love’s forgotten me

Well hey, hey baby, it’s never too late

Pretty soon you won’t remember a thing

All I’ll be distant, the stars reminiscing

Your heart’s been wasted on me’

You sang along so effortlessly as you started to jump up and down.

‘You’ve never been so used as I’m using you, abusing you

My little decoy

Don’t look so blue, you should’ve seen right through

I’m using you, my little decoy

My little decoy’

You linked arms with Nat, who clearly didn’t know the song, but was more than happy to sing and dance along with you. You glanced around and it made you so happy to see everyone else happy and having a good time. It’s not like you were a stick in the mud at work but, you never let loose. Even when it came to holiday and birthday parties, you were pretty damn reserved. The only person who can claim that they’ve seen you fucked up is Steve, and even then it was just you being wine drunk on the sofa while you two listened to albums and discussed work.

No, this was you letting lose and everyone accepting it. Accepting you. You looked over at Steve and he a look of pure love and adoration in his eyes, and it made your heart swell.

God, you wished you would’ve paid more attention to the way both he and Bucky looked at you that night, but you were just so damn happy and having so much fun.

If you could turn back time...

“Am I still okay at singing?” Meg asked once she finally made her way over to all of you.

“Dude, you’re still fucking amazing!” you beamed as you wrapped her in a tight hug and she laughed. “That was so good! Thank you for playing ‘Decoy’, almost making me cry!”

“Aha!” she teased before she looked at everyone else. “What about Earth’s mightiest heroes? Were you all able to tolerate it?”

“That was amazing,” Tony laughed, Pepper nodding in agreement.

“Why don’t you do this full time?” Nat asked as you waived Paul down and got another drink for both you and Meg.

“If I did this full time, I’d be so stressed all the damn time,” Meg laughed, “I’m much happier painting.”

“What do you paint? Do you have a studio?” Clint inquired and a smile came to your face.

Things were going better than you could have ever imagined.

As everyone got acquainted, you snuck to have a smoke. A few moments later, a smile came to your face when you saw Steve come out after you.

“You said you’re quitting those,” he nodded towards the cigarette in your hand.

“I stole Paul’s,” you laughed, standing a little further from him so as to not get the smoke in his face.

“I can handle it,” he laughed as he placed his black leather jacket on you. “You’re pretty...exposed and I don’t want you getting cold.”

“Well, aren’t you just the sweetest man?” you teased before you inhaled your cancer stick. “Who else knows about this? I’ll call the ‘New York Times’” He snickered as he shook his head, “quiet you.”

“Are you having fun tonight?”

“I am, I like you seeing like this.”

You scoffed, “crazy?” “Happy...content. Secure.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, and the look he gave you along with it, had butterflies appearing in your stomach.

“We should get back inside,” you smiled at up at him as you ashed the last of your cigarette and threw it in the nearby trash bin.

And maybe that’s when it started.

You just missed all the signs that night, because you were convinced Steve didn’t want you.

He convinced you he didn’t want you.

When the two of you got back inside, Paul had just finished up his shift and the guys had finished helping Meg back up her equipment which she had decided to lock up in the manager’s office for the night.

“Dancing! We need dancing!” she whined once her eyes landed on you.

“Hell yeah we do,” you laughed as you linked arms with both her and Nat.

Once again, you didn’t notice the way Bucky ogled you or the way Steve kept a close eye on you. When you all reached the next bar, you instantly ordered more drinks and pulled Nat and Meg onto the dance floor with you, still wearing Steve’s coat. He leaned against the bar, talking with Tony and Pepper, but still kept an eye on you. As Janet Jackson’s voiced filled the giant building, you danced around with the biggest smile on your face (at some point Meg had put her sunglasses on your face), smiling and waiving at Bucky when you saw his eyes glued to you.

Well, glues to your ass.

By the time everyone was ready to call it a night, you were drunk as shit.

“You’re not coming back to the compound?” Nat asked as she stumbled out after you.

“Nah, I wanna sleep in my own space tonight. It’s closer,” you giggled as you started giving out hugs.

“I can take you,” Bucky offered with a slick grin.

“I can take her, she’s on the way to my house,” Steve countered, and Meg cocked an eyebrow at you.

You just started dancing and walking.

“Goodnight everyone! Get home safe! I love you all!”

You were drunk, tired, and in no mood to figure out whatever that was about. You just wanted to go home and get in your bed. You honestly don’t know why you didn’t go back to the compound that night, but it just felt right to go to your own home. You already spent so little time there to begin with. A few moments later, you heard the hurried footsteps of someone behind you, but you kept looking ahead.

“You’re impatient when you’re drunk,” Steve laughed as he came up beside you.

A small smile came to your face at the fact that Steve was the one to walk you home.

You giggled as you leaned into him, “my feet hurt.”

No sooner than you said it, he scooped you up.

“Steve!”

“You weigh nothing, don’t worry about it, darlin.” “It’s a 30 minute walk!”

“I’m very well aware of where your apartment is.” “Steve-”

“Hush.”

You pouted but did as you were told, leaned into him, and took in the scent that was all his own. Something between woodsy and fresh cut grass. In your drunken state, he felt like home.

“Why didn’t you want Bucky to take me home?” you asked after a few moments, not missing the way he stiffened a bit.

“He’s a little buzzed and he gets a little handsy and flirty at times. I didn’t want him to bother you.” You giggled as you took in more of his scent, “you’re literally carrying me, Steve.” “You said your feet hurt.” “Are you a little buzzed?”

“I definitely don’t feel sober,” he chuckled softly and you softly sighed at the comfort of rumble in his chest.

“Do you wanna sleepover?”

“I’ll order a car service once I drop you off.”

“Why not order one now?”

“It was weird...everyone hanging out tonight. I feel like we haven’t hung out alone together in a while.” “Then why not sleepover?”

“Cause I should go home. I don’t wanna accidentally wake you up or something. You worked hard today and you need rest.” “So did you.” “Y/N.” “You’re so weird sometimes, Steve,” you huffed as you laced your hand with his.

“What are you doing?”

“Holding your hand like I’ve done a million times before. What’s wrong?” “Nothing.”

You rolled your eyes and mumbled, “alright weirdo.” “I’m not being weird.”

“You’re not being normal.”

He let out a frustrated huff, “did you have fun tonight?”

“So much fun, I’m so happy you came out.”

“I’ve missed you, darlin.” “I’ve missed you too. Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“Sleepover.”

“Y/N-” “See? You are being weird. You’ve slept over my place a ton before, in my bed, and it wasn’t weird. What’s so different about tonight?”

He muttered, “so many things.” “Like what?”

“It’s just been a long night.”

“Fine, whatever. Go home, see if I give a fuck.” “Hey!”

“You’re being weird and you won’t tell me why. You know I hate when you do that shit.”

“I just think I should sleep in my own bed, darlin’. I’m not trying to be weird or make you upset.”

He sounded so strained and you couldn’t read his facial expression, so you couldn’t see how torn up he was. You couldn’t tell how much he was at war with himself.

You couldn’t tell how much he wanted you.

He chuckled when you didn’t say anything, “don’t get quiet on me now.”

“Can you at least stay until I fall asleep? It won’t take long.” “Everything okay, darlin’?”

“Yeah Steve, I just miss you,” you confessed softly.

“We’ll do a sleepover tomorrow, alright? We’ll have it at my house.” “Fine.” “Don’t be upset.” “I don’t care.” “You’re also a giant brat when you’re drunk.” “You’re saying that you miss me, but won’t spend time with me!”

God, you sounded like a brat to your own ears. That was a huge part as to why you’d never let him see you so inebriated. It’s why you never wanted anyone from The Avengers (or S.H.I.E.L.D for that matter) to see you so drunk. It became harder for you to suppress your feelings for Steve, and he’s all you wanted when you were drunk. For reasons unknown to you (at the time), Steve wanted to go home. That should’ve been enough, but your drunk wanted to hold him all night.

You were going out of your way to start an argument.

He let out a heavy sigh as he reached your complex, “I’ll stay-”

“Don’t do me any fucking favors-” “Will stop arguing with me? And stop with swearing, you know I hate it.” “Well maybe I hate you.”

He scoffed hard at that, “no you don’t.”

“You don’t know that-”

“Yes I do, so stop saying it. I’ll stay, okay?”

“And you’ll sleep next to me?”

“Yes darlin’, I will sleep next to you.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his neck and you felt his grip on you get tighter, “thank you, Steve!”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

That night, he was good to his word and slept next to you, letting use his chest as a pillow and you were asleep almost instantly. The next day, he was back to normal and you didn’t think anything of his behavior from the previous night. You had no reason to. However, from that day on, things did slowly start to change more.

It started with Bucky coming around more, especially when Steve was with you. You couldn’t sense it, because has always been entirely too good at hiding his emotions, but he slowly became frustrated. So much that he basically stopped coming around all together.

“Hey, are you busy?” you asked timidly as you approached his office one day.

“Yeah, unfortunately.” “Oh...okay then-”

“What’s wrong?”

“No, you’re busy and I don’t wanna take up your time...”

You could feel your eyes welling up and didn’t know why. Steve always had a way of making you so damn soft and vulnerable, and you truly hated it.

You still hate it.

“Darlin’-” “Please stop calling me that. The guy who started calling me that doesn’t seem to exist anymore. If he does, he’s making sure to stay away from me.”

“He still exists-” “Then what’s going on? Why are you staying away from me?”

He sighed as he threw down his pen, “nothing-”

“Alright, if you’re just gonna lie to me-” “I’m not lying!”

“Steve, you saw me walking with Bucky yesterday and literally turned in the other direction and walked away.” “You guys are just hanging out a lot now and I don’t wanna third wheel-” “You wouldn’t third wheeling! We’re just friends!”

“Y/N...” “Steve, why are you just abandoning me? You’re the one I’m closest to and you know that. You’ve always known that,” you sobbed as you closed the door behind you.

“Please don’t cry-” “Then why are you abandoning me?! What did I do wrong?!”

“Nothing-”

“Then what the fuck?! You’ve been acting so strange, but you’re saying I haven’t done anything! If I didn’t do anything, what the fuck is going on with you?!”

He let out another frustrated sigh and just stared at you, clearly at war with himself.

“Fuck this and fuck you, I give up,” you sobbed as you dried your eyes.

“Darlin’”

“Stop calling me that! I’m just Y/N and you’re just Steve. I can’t do this with you anymore!”

After you stormed out, things only got worse, because you’d never felt so low and alone in your life. Unless it had to do with a mission or training, you barely even looked his way. The farther you got away from Steve, the more Bucky swooped in. In fact, the more you look at how everything happened, you realize that things wouldn’t have gotten so bad if you’d just shut things down with the both of them.

However, it’s not as if thinking with a broken heart ever lead to a good thing.

You cried a lot and Bucky was just there for you. He was sweet, he listened, and let you keep your secrets. Sure, he asked what happened between you and Steve (everyone was), but he dropped it when you told him you wouldn’t be talking about it.

You can’t explain what you don’t know.

“Hey doll, we’re goin’ out tonight. You wanna come? Invite Meg!” Bucky asked one night after you let him in your apartment on the compound.

“Nah, I’ve got a hot date with a black and white French film and a few glasses of wine,” you smiled weakly.

“You can’t stay in here forever.”

“I don’t. Sometimes I go home.” “Babe-”

“I just wanna stay in, Buck,” you sighed as someone else knocked on your door. “I guess I’m just the most popular girl in the world.”

When you opened it the second time, Steve stood there looking just as upset as you felt. Instead of even trying to attempt to hear him out, a rage flared up inside you and you had to force yourself to not shove him. As far as you were concerned, he had a lot of fucking nerve to show up at your place after all the shit that happened in his office.

“What?”

“I wanted to know if you’re coming out tonight-”

“No.”

“Well, can I come in and we can talk? I know I owe you an explanation-”

“I don’t want an explanation anymore, Steve,” you lied harshly, “I just want you to leave me alone. I stood in your office and cried like a fucking dumbass...that was a month ago. Now you wanna talk? Just leave things as they are.”

You truly wish you hadn’t spoken out of anger because none of it was true. You cried over him whenever you were alone, you missed hanging out with him, you missed falling asleep next to him...you missed Steve. Your Steve.

You’ve always been a hot head.

“Darlin-” “What have I told you about that?” “Y/N, just give me a few minutes-”

“No, go away. Unless it has to do with work, we don’t have anything to talk about.” “You don’t mean that,” he more pleaded than told you.

“I’ve never meant it more!”

“Y/N-”

Bucky sighed as he came up behind you, “she just needs to cool off, Pal.”

If you hadn’t been so upset and hurt you would’ve laughed at how wide Steve’s eyes got.

“We’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

“I thought you were coming out. It was your idea in the first damn place,” Steve snapped.

“I don’t wanna leave Y/N while she’s this upset. She shouldn’t be alone right now.”

Steve opened his mouth to say something, but all that happened was he clenched his jaw and looked away before he stormed off, punching the wall on his way out.

You should’ve spoken to him. You should’ve gone after him. Instead you pushed past Bucky and made yourself your first glass of wine of the night.

“Babe-”

“Buck, if you’re gonna stay here tonight, please no lectures. I just wanna be upset, okay?”

He just nodded solemnly, “I get it. No lectures, just drinks and weird French movies,” he smirked and you quietly laughed.

Here’s the thing: it’s not that you never found Bucky attractive, you just never thought about him. You were always thinking about Steve. However, at that time, thinking about Steve brought you too much pain and you didn’t want to feel anymore pain for a while. You just wanted to feel numb. You’d rather have nothing, the void, than hold onto the pain Steve’s brought on.

You rested your legs on him when he sat next to you, not thinking anything of it. When he started stroking your leg after the third glass of wine, you still didn’t think anything of it. You only started to pick up on his actions when he squeezed your thigh a little.

“Buck?”

“Yeah doll?” “What are you doing?”

“Trying to help you relax and feel better.”

“Buck-”

“I’ve never seen you this upset, babe. I just wanna help.”

The thought and the offer were tempting. You couldn’t remember the last time you had gotten off to something other than your vibrator. Of course you’d made subtle advances towards Steve, but he’d clearly turned you down. Plus, the women around the compound did talk. While Bucky had a reputation for being a skirt chaser, he also had a reputation for wearing women out in the best way.

It’s not like you were looking for anything. You just wanted to forget for awhile.

He tested the waters a bit more by sliding his hand further up your leg, waiting to see how you’d respond.

You placed your wine glass on the ground and opened your legs for him a bit, “you just wanna make me feel better?”

“So fuckin’ good, doll,” he husked, as he reached between your legs and easily ripped your panties off, “just lay back and enjoy, baby.”

His movements were slow, but his kisses were desperate. It felt good, but off. Not to mention you felt more guilty with every kiss he gave you, like you were betraying Steve.

‘Fuck Steve,’ you told yourself mentally, ‘he had his chance and he clearly didn’t want it.’

You closed your eyes in a vain attempt to shut out any thoughts of Steve, but that only made his face come to mind. You let out a sound between a moan and a frustrated grunt as you pulled Bucky’s hair.

“Please!”

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he smirked, his hot breath lapped at your pussy.

“So fucking bad, please! Need it!”

“Love seeing you like this,” he cooed, before he dipped down and dove in and his lewd moans filled the room.

This was the moment Bucky became your “decoy”. You didn’t want him in the same way he wanted you, but part of you felt like he didn’t actually give a shit. Since he’d lost Nat to Bruce, Bucky wasn’t ever really looking for a relationship. He liked to play around, entertain a woman (or two) for a few months, then he’d move on. As far as you were concerned, that night was only supposed to be a one time thing.

“F-fuck!” you moaned, doing your best to be in the moment as you lulled your head back while he fucked you with his tongue and massaged your clit with his thumb. “Feels so good, Buck!”

You weren’t lying completely. It’s not as if Bucky was bad at eating you out, he just wasn’t the one you wanted doing it.

You felt him smirk against your folds, and started to grind your pussy against his face, forcing yourself to focus on all the pleasure you felt instead of everything else.

‘Steve doesn’t want you. Steve doesn’t want you. Stop thinking about Steve!’ you told yourself mentally.

When he switched up and started sucking on your clit, he easily pressed two fingers into your soaked folds. You felt the knot in your core tighten and snap.

“FUCK!” you cried out as you came hard and a few tears escaped your eyes.

You hated how the tears weren’t from pleasure, but you masked it well enough as he fucked you through your high.

“Take off that fuckin’ shirt, baby. Let me fuckin’ see you,” he husked as he took off his own shirt and started to undo his jeans.

You were quick to do as he said, taking all of him as you ignored how uncomfortable you felt being so bare beneath him as his mouth glistened with your juices.

You were doing this to feel better, so why weren’t you feeling any better?

“Waited so fuckin’ long, baby,” he groaned as he dipped down and worshiped each of your breasts while his thumb made little circles on your clit.

“Bucky!”

“I know baby, I’m gonna take care of you, gonna take such good care of you,” he moaned before you felt his tongue on the side of your neck, licking up little beads of sweat.

You took a deep breath and told yourself you wanted it as you felt him at your entrance. You wanted Bucky. You just needed to let yourself relax.

“Jesus, you’re fuckin’ tight!” he grunted as he pushed into you.

“Oh fuck!”

“I know you can take me, baby! Your wet little pussy is squeezing me so tight, baby!” “Please don’t stop,” you whimpered as you wrapped a leg around his waist, trying to hang on to him as he fucked into you hard and fast.

You wanted this. You agreed to this.

He pushed himself up with his metal arm and looked down at you adoringly, “wanted you for so long, doll. Waited for...ah fuck!”

To avoid feeling anymore guilt, you wrapped an arm around him to pull him close and kissed him passionately, moaning into his mouth when you felt him fill you to the brim. He rode out both your highs before he rested his forehead against yours.

“So good, baby. You tired?” he asked, breath still coming heavy.

You just closed your eyes and shook your head no.

“Good girl.”

Bucky kept at it for a while, not feeling any real pleasure until he brought you off (which you had to fake half the time). There was nothing wrong with him. You found him attractive, and you knew that he wanted you, but it just wasn’t what you wanted. All of it felt so hollow and emotionless on your end. You felt like you were acting and Bucky was working his ass off to please you; to make matters worse, your phone kept going off and you knew who it was.

Steve would’ve hated you if he knew what you were doing and who with, but a part of you felt like he already did. When you both were done, Bucky was a gentleman. He pulled your shirt over your head, carried you to bed, and held you close until you both fell asleep.

You didn’t cry until the next day when you woke up alone in an empty apartment. You ignored calls from both Bucky and Steve, and eventually Bucky was the only one texting you.

Something in you knew that Bucky had confirmed his suspicions, and you just knew he was furious. You and Steve both knew Bucky wasn’t a bad guy, he was just a player and Steve never wanted that for you.

Eventually you cracked and called Meg, and cried while you told her everything.

“Well...fuck,” she muttered once you finally got everything out. “Are you sure Steve knows?”

“His calls and texts were incessant until they weren’t. He hasn’t done either in the last 3 hours.”

“Oh yeah no, he definitely fucking knows. Bucky?”

“Bucky went from every 30 minutes to every other hour.”

“Well, what’s wrong with him?” “Nothing...”

“Except?”

“He’s not Steve.”

“Yeah, but Steve passed up on you, and he was kind of a dick about it. He waited a month until after the office situation? You’ve been showing him your available for how many years? I know you love him, but-”

“I don’t love him.”

“Yeah, cause that’s you’re crying to me about him instead of the skirt chaser that fucked your brains out?”

“Meg.”

“I’m not being insensitive, I’m being honest. Bucky was there last night, clearly wanted you, was with you all night, and all you could think about was Steve. Today, even though Bucky is still texting you, you’re more upset that Steve isn’t because you know he knows. If I were you, I’d be more worried about the guy that’s used to fucking around breaking my heart, than the guy who isn’t,” she sighed.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Steve had his chance, I need to let him go. I’ve been in my room crying all day...I have to stop.”

“Can you?”

“I don’t have much of a choice do I?”

“Babe, if you could end up with Steve, I’d prefer that, but that’s not really an option. Even if he came back, he gave you the run around for a bit. Just focus on you for now and what you want. You always want to make others happy, and you need to focus on you.”

“You’re right. I know you’re right.”

“Do you need me to come over?”

“No, being alone is good for me right now.”

“Alright, I love you, Y/N. It’s gonna be okay.”

You let out a heavy sigh as you sobbed, “I love you,” and hung up.

You ignored Bucky for the rest of the day, feeling guilty about it, but knowing it was for the best. You’d done enough wrong and you truly did need to focus on you and what you wanted.

However, before you fell asleep, you broke down and checked all your texts from Steve.

O Captain, My Captain: Darlin, please just talk to me. I’m so sorry.

O Captain, My Captain: I’m not going out tonight, please just answer me.

O Captain, My Captain: Don’t do anything with Bucky. He’s my best friend, but he’s not worthy of you. He won’t treat you right and you know that.

O Captain, My Captain: Please just answer me.

O Captain, My Captain: If I could take back my actions, I would. I’m so sorry. If you’d just talk to me, I’d be able to make you understand.

O Captain, My Captain: Please talk to me. I miss you so much.

O Captain, My Captain: I’m going to sleep, but give me a call whenever.

O Captain, My Captain: Seriously? All night and you’re still not talking to me?

O Captain, My Captain: Baby, please just talk to me. We’ve never gone this long without talking, and I fucking hate it.

O Captain, My Captain: Y/N...please.

O Captain, My Captain: Bucky just left. You’ve made yourself loud and clear, and fine. I got it.

O Captain, My Captain: Do whatever the fuck you want.

When you woke up the following day, you had the biggest headache from crying, and the last thing you felt like doing was facing either of them. You had a job to do though, and criminals didn’t stop being criminals just because you had a broken heart. Even though you were slower to dress than usual, you were still on time for training, and God, it was brutal.

Bucky kept looking at you, Steve wouldn’t even look your way, and you couldn’t focus. You’d never had a day so bad, and all you wanted was to crawl back into bed. During the meeting after, you just leaned against the wall, barely listening to anything Nick had to say. The one time you bothered to look up, you looked over at Steve and was glaring at you.

God, you really fucking hated yourself.

“Doll, wait up!” Bucky called after you once the meeting was over.

You’d practically run out of the room.

“Bucky, I really just want-”

“What did I do wrong?” he breathed once he caught up to you. “Everything seemed fine on Saturday, I thought we both enjoyed it.”

You didn’t miss the way Steve quietly scoffed as he walked past the both of you.

“Bucky, I just-”

“Did I hurt you? What...I really like you, Y/N. I have for a while and I just...was I too eager?”

You honestly hadn’t expected that.

“Wait...what?”

“I never said anything, because I thought you and Steve had a thing going, but that’s clearly not happening. You were just so upset on Saturday and I wanted to make you happy, and I’ve wanted you for so long...what did I do?”

Trash. You felt like absolute trash.

“I need to get to my room.” “Y/N-”

“Just...I’ll talk to you later, okay? You didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. I just have a lot going on in my head. I just need to be by myself for a while.”

“Please just-”

“I’ll talk to you later, okay? I’m sorry.”

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tepkunset · 1 year ago

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Rating all* the Hellfire Gala 2023 Outfits in my Correct Opinion

*At least, all that I can find, because Marvel decided fuck making that easy in a little book or a single post like last year.

(Long post alert!)

Iceman, I love most of this look. The accented orange is perfect for the mostly blue look, and I love that he has a matching earring for his cuff-links. Such a nice touch! But those rubber boots, man... those rubber boots ruin it for me. 8/10

Fisk is giving off some Doctor Doom vibes with this outfit. I love the regalness of it, especially the golden leaves behind the ear. 9/10

??? I'm not sure who this is, but their outfit looks like they're going to a Halloween party rather than a gala. 3/10

Emma, oh my god, YES. Almost always delivering, and this is definitely one of those cases! 10/10

Xavier... I hate to say it, but I genuinely love this look. He's bringing major space man vibes, and it's super elegant at the same time. 9/10

Bishop doesn't even get points for effort. He got a red suit then slapped some belts on it. Boring as fuck. 1/10

I was about to write another "???" because I had no idea who this was, until it occurred to me that I think this is supposed to be Scarlet Witch? Except she is super duper whitewashed, so I did not even recognize her. Auto-failure regardless of the look. 0/10

Proteus looks moderately snazzy, but out of the Five is the least interesting in my opinion. 3/10

Egg has a cool coat, but those balls around his neck are way too big and awkward. 4/10

Hope looks a little like a fairy princess here, and I like that! 7/10

Tempus looks like she's going to a prom more than a gala, and I don't know what's going on with that giant shoulder piece. Did Cable lend it to her or something? 4/10

Elixir, my golden boy, is embracing the shiny and I love it! 9/10

Exodus seems to be trying out a new costume rather than a gala look, but in terms of style, it's fine. 5/10

Vision's outfit is as boring as he is. 1/10

Miles, holy shit. Miles should be giving lessons to everyone else on how to actually make a suit look unique! Bishop, take notes. 9/10

Old Laura looks like she's dressed for a gothic funeral more than a gala, but at least that's to her style rather than some crazy OOC look. So, points for that. 5/10

T'Challa... I. Am. Swooning. I know he's not a king right now but damn does he ever look like it in this outfit. The beautiful patterns and complimentary colours, holy shit. 10/10

Synch has certainly done way better in the past. It's just a plain black suit without a shirt, for fuck sake. 2/10

Captain Marvel looks like she's a marching bad, lol. The stars in the hair are a nice touch, though. 3/10

Jean's look is, I know, divisive. I've seen some people say they adore this design, and some people say they hate it. I'm personally on the fence. I think it would be better without the stupid helmet, that's for sure. And I think it looks a little too much like an Emma Frost design, if you were to just colour it white. 5/10

Fantomex? Where the fuck have you been? Anyway, he literally just looks like he always looks but with some sunglasses lmfao. 0/10

Dylan looks like a moody teen as ever, lol. I do like the black and white though. 6/10

Black Cat... Like I said, I like black and white together, but this is giving me too much Cruella de Vil vibes. 4/10

Mary Jane just picked up an evening gown off the rack I guess. 2/10

Firestar, I think? Not actually positive if it's her. Anyway, the sleeves are a bit too much for me, but I love the fiery frills on the cape. 5/10

Thor looks so ugly here lmfao I'm sorry but I hate this look. It's way too clunky. 0/10

At first I thought this was Kwannon, but then I remembered seeing panels and I believe it's Kitty/Kate. Anyway, I like the lace-up boots and I like the frills. 7/10

Hellcat looks like she's took some inspiration from a wrestler's pre-fight look, and I like that. It's simplistic but just enough stylish to pass. 6/10

Nova, going with a tits out look as well I see. I like the feathered shoulder pads, and I like the skirt. 6/10

Moon Knight, oh my god, I have a strong feeling it was Steven who pulled the strings to get a gala look, because there's no fucking way Marc or Jake would be caught dead there. Anyway, this is exactly the type of vibe I would expect from MK, maybe even a bit more playful than that with the mesh part of the top. And I really like it up until the strange boots. He and Iceman must've compared notes or something. Still, 8/10

Psylocke - now THIS is Kwannon for sure! I like the classical ninja meets evening gown look, and I like that she's sexy but not to the point of being objectified, which is a refreshing change for how artists often treat her. 8/10

Destiny and Mystique I will rate together because the score is the same: A what the fuck level of 0/10.

Forge looks fucking awesome, especially compared to last year. I love the fringe and the scarf and the jewellery and the cane... it's a complete look that gives me great vibes. 8/10

Cyclops, come on, man. You can do better than this, can't you? He looks like Mister Sinister dressed him or something. 1/10

Cuckoos look like they stepped off the set of Tron: Legacy. Or a Daft Punk concert. Not complaining to be clear, this look fucks. 10/10

#hellfire gala #x men #marvel comics #meta

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cricketnationrise · 10 months ago

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Time: 14:28

Location: the music room at Kensington Palace

Character: June Claremont-Diaz

Song/lyric vibe: I'd scream at the wind but no one would listen (U Deserve - Wasia Project)

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2:28pm, kensington music room

Most of the time, June can put the fact that Henry is an actual honest-to-god prince, fourth in line for the throne, and all-around big deal out of her mind and think of him as her friend, a fellow Austen-enthusiast, and her little brother’s boyfriend. Most of the time, June can set aside the fact that his sister is a literal princess and their brother is going to be king one day. Most of the time, June can look past the notion that Henry’s mom is going to become queen in her lifetime.

Sitting in goddamn Kensington Palace, in one of the best-appointed music rooms June’s ever seen, is not one of those times.

Aside from Bea and Henry’s bedrooms, it’s the most casual room she’s seen so far. It’s suffused with a sense of family and laughter, unlike the more public spaces of the palace that seem to sag under stonework and tradition and a persistent phantom dampness. Even the guest suite she was shown to earlier feels coldly formal. But the lingering sense of chill falls away here.

There’s half-drunk cups of tea on the side tables, notebooks scattered on the grand piano, Bea’s leather jacket slung over a squashy-looking armchair that wouldn’t look out of place in a thrift store in Austin. All of the instruments, while of obvious quality, look like they’ve been played often, and well-loved. While the collection of electric guitars is gorgeous, June’s attention is drawn toward the older acoustic guitar propped up in the far corner, half-hidden behind a fern.

She pulls it out and sits with it, strumming idly, echoes of lake water lapping at the dock in her ears. Her fingers pluck out simple chords, adjusting to the new instrument before the music swirling around her head takes over her hands. She’s flying through John Denver and Selena and Dolly Parton and Fleetwood Mac and Patsy Cline, lost in memories of easy summers at her dad’s lake house. But then June’s thinking about last time at the house, and Henry, and how devastated Alex was to wake up with him gone. How he’d been a shadow of himself for a week before taking off across the Atlantic to scream some sense into him. And then the leak, and the election, and suddenly there’s furious tears streaming down her face and she keeps harshly playing the same bit of Johnny Cash over and over, like a skipping record, the lyrics in her head drowning all other thoughts:

And I went down down down

“June?”

And the flames went higher

“June?”

And I went down down down

“June!”

And the flames went—

Bea pulls the guitar out of June’s hands and it’s all June can do to not curl up in a ball or let loose a scream—anything to mitigate the swirling anger that she’s been shoving down for weeks. Her hands ball into fists as she half-sobs, trying to get a hold of herself but then, Bea’s hands are covering hers and June lifts her blurry gaze to Bea’s face.

“Just let it out, love, you look like you need it.”

And June tips forward and buries a scream in Bea’s shoulder, lets Bea pull her closer and cage her in as the scream turns to sobs. It takes a long time for June to calm down again, fighting for each gasping breath while Bea rubs her back and murmurs soothing nonsense. Eventually she calms down enough to sit up properly again and wipes her face with the cuff of her sweater.

“S-sorry about that, Bea. I just—”

“If you think you’re the only person who’s had a breakdown in this room, you’re sorely mistaken,” Bea says. “Christ knows I’ve had more than my own fair share. But my sponsor says they’re good for me so…”

June sits with that a moment then—

“I’m just still so angry.”

“About the leak?”

June nods. “About all of the shit they dealt with. That they’re still dealing with. And like, officially, everything’s fine now, right? My mom won and Richards is going to be punished and Alex and Henry are happy but—”

“They shouldn’t have had to deal with that in the first place,” Bea finishes grimly. “And because everything’s “fine” now, we have to be fine, too.”

“Yeah. Like I just feel like screaming at the injustice of it all, but no one would listen. ‘They got their happy ending, so can’t we just move on?’” June mocks. “I saw some rando post that on Twitter this morning and couldn’t get it out of my head.”

“Maddening, isn’t it?”

“Understatement of the century.”

“Next time, text me. Odds are I’m feeling the same way.”

June does grin at that. Bea’s probably the only other person who gets what it’s like being the older sister to such a potent force for good in the world. Who gets wanting to fight anyone and anything that threatens her brother’s happiness.

“I will.”

#cricket writes #tailsbeth #ficlet fest 500 #rwrb #angry big sisters vs the world #the line you prompted really grabbed me by the throat

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miss-nov · 7 months ago

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Phic Phight 2024: Secrets, Reunions, Shenanigans.

Prompt by @coyotecrackers: Ten years since Danny graduated high school, and fourteen years since his accident. The former A-listers are organizing a high school reunion, and somehow both Danny AND Phantom got an invite... Seriously, how are these things still happening to him?

Note: I'm a bit rusty (I haven't written any fic in like a year and half), but this was the perfect prompt to break me outta my funk. :)

AO3

Danny was almost thirty years old; there was no way this type of shit was still happening to him. In front of him were two cards. One was a high school reunion invite for Danny Fenton. The other was also a high school reunion invite for Danny Phantom. It was times like these that made him want to go ‘fuck it’ and reveal himself. But then the idea of his past classmates knowing… was enough to convince him not to do that.

He ran his hands through his hair and internally prepared himself for the phone calls to Sam and Tucker which were no doubt going to be filled with obnoxious laughter.

…

Danny adjusted the cuffs of his white button up–no jacket, no tie, with a few buttons undone–and wiped his sweaty palms on his black slacks.

“There you are!”

Danny turned around to see Sam, wearing a black, velvet dress with lace sleeves and hair done in spiky pigtails, walking alongside Tucker, also wearing black slacks with a baggy tan sweater over his button up and his signature red beret. Danny ran up to them and grappled the pair into a hug.

“Hey, guys!” He pulled back from them. “Long time no see.”

“Dude, we literally had lunch last week,” Tucker said with a fond eye-roll.

“Did you really expect anything less from him?” Sam grinned. “He's a total nerd.”

“I know what you are but what am I,” Danny sing-songed.

She stuck her tongue out at him. Tucker snorted at the both of them before leading them to the gym doors. Inside the room was decked out in pink and white balloons, matching paper streamers, and golden fairy lights. The room was already filling up with the rest of the Class of 2008.

“Hey, this isn't too bad.” Tucker raised an appreciative eyebrow as he looked around.

“Well, I mean, yeah. I heard Paulina was a part of the committee for the reunion.” Danny adjusted his collar again, glancing through the crowd.

“Really, Danny?” Sam side-eyed him. “I should have known, I guess. You are wearing new cologne for Christ's sake.”

“Oh, fuck off. I am not that obvious.”

“You're as subtle as the Box Ghost, Danny. Be serious,” Tucker chimed in. He looked towards the snack table. “Do you think they have those finger sausages?”

Sam sighed through her teeth before mumbling: “They better have vegan options.”

She refocused her attention on Danny.

“So… what are we doing about the Situation?”

“Easy. I show up for all the speech stuff and I spend most of the party out of the suit.” He shrugged. “No biggie.”

“No biggie,” she repeated skeptically. “When has any supposedly mildly inconvenient situation been ‘no biggie’?”

He grimaced.

“Don't jinx me.”

“Wait, where's Tucker?” She spun around wildly.

“Shit. Are you sure he's not at the snack table?”

“I don't see him.”

He pulled at his face. ‘Already?’

“You got a thermos?”

“And my wrist rays.”

“Let's do this,” he sighed.

They split; each of them going in opposite directions. Danny quickly weaved between groups of people reconnecting and reminiscing. In his attempt to not step on toes, he bumped into sparkly, pink cloth.

There stood Paulina. In a stunning cocktail dress with off-the shoulder ruffles. And he just bumped into her like an idiot. He pulled back quickly.

“Paulina! Sorry!” He rubbed the back of his suddenly flushed neck.

She grinned widely and his breath froze in his lungs. She lifted her hand and squeezed his bicep. She didn’t remove her hand.

“Danny, oh my God! I haven't seen you in forever. How have you been?”

“I've, I've been good. Yeah, been great. How are you? What have you been doi– up to,” he stumbled, squeezing his trembling hands together.

She giggled. Her warm-toned face reddened as she tucked her chin slightly to her chest. He thought it should be the other way around.

“I've been good. I'm the owner of my own fashion boutique! A bit of a dream come true for me.” She preened under her own words. Her hand drifted to his elbow. “What about you?”

“Oh. Well, currently I'm teaching a few classes, specifically for ectoengineering and ectoanthropology.” He scratched his cheek. “Usually I do a lot of lab work. Specifically for the ectodivision of, uh NASA.”

Her eyes widened. “That's amazing!” She pulled his hands into hers. “It’s sooo fantastic we were both able to follow our dreams. I remember you were really into astronomy back in school.”

“You noticed?”

“How couldn’t I?” Her teeth-flashing smile softened and she looked up at him through her lashes. “Though I have to admit there's one dream I've had since, like, Junior year that I haven't completed yet.”

Sweat dripped down his temples as she leaned closer.

“Oh? What's that?” His mouth suddenly tingled.

“It's–”

“Technus! Master Of Technology And All Things Electrical!” Technus floated at the front of the gym where the speakers and DJ set-up were.

‘Fuck my life.’

“Goddammit,” Danny grumbled as he tucked his mouth against his shoulder so she wouldn't see his chilled breath. “We need to evacuate the gym.”

“On it. Phantom should be here soon anyway.” She pulled away, paused, and looked back at him. She had an odd look on her face. “Stay safe.”

He nodded. “Will do.”

He rushed through the crowd as Paulina projected her voice over Technus’ triade and started herding people out the doors. He burst into the dark, empty hallway before allowing his spectral rings to ghost over him.

“Danny!”

Down the hall was Sam dragging Tucker behind her; his cheeks stuffed with food. She stomped to an stop in front of him.

“Guess which dumbass I found in the cafeteria.”

“Hey! In my defense, they were out of the lil’ sausages and hadn't restocked them yet.” He raised his hands defensively.

Before the two could really get into the throes of their argument, Danny interjected.

“Guys!” He waved his hands in front of him. “We have a bit of a ghost emergency here!”

“Who is it,” Tucker asked.

A speaker flew through the doors.

“Technus,” Sam and him concluded.

“Okay, so he's by the DJ set-up. I'll go through the door I just came from and distract him,” Danny said. “Sam, you'll work on getting him into the Thermos. And Tuck, hack into his suit. Sound good?”

“Yep.”

“Yeah, let's do this.”

Danny gave himself a ten second countdown before flying through the doors and into Technus’ line of sight. He had surrounded himself with the speakers, DJ controller, and the one laptop.

“Hey, Sparky! Mind the equipment.”

“You! You Menace Will Not Get In My Way This Time! Not After I Combine All This Town's Laptops To Build A Supercomputer Which Will Drown Out All Of The Noises Of The World. Then! I Will Take Over The World!” He cackled before slapping a hand over his mouth.

“Are you serious right now!?”

An indignant look crossed his face.

“How Dare You! You Think I, The Great And All Powerful Technus, Would Lie?” At this, he shot an ectoblast in Danny's direction.

He lunged to the left to avoid it before retaliating with a blast of his own. Danny risked getting closer, flipping over a thrown speaker that barely clipped his shoulder. Danny managed to punch him in the jaw with an ecto-charged fist. Technus went flying backwards and Sam took aim. With her wrist ray, she shot him straight in the chest. He hit the wall before shaking it off.

“You Brat,” Technus shouted at her. “You’re Going To Regret That!”

A beam of ice slammed him into the floor.

“I don't think so, asshole.” Danny shot a few more blasts in his direction.

The pair fought for a few more minutes, at one point Danny threw a table at him, before Tucker shouted in triumph. Seconds later, Technus was hitting the floor. Danny wasted no time in rushing to him. He stood firmly on the ghost's chest. Sam tossed him the Thermos.

“Time to face the music, 2-point-lame-ass.” Danny uncapped the Thermos and sucked him in.

“‘Time to face the music,’ was that really the best you had,” Sam asked in disbelief.

“‘2-point-lame-ass’??” Tucker slowly made his way to them.

“Listen, I'm off my game okay.”

Sam surveyed the room.

“Surprisingly the room isn't too damaged. I think we could bring everybody inside and with a little cleanup we could probably continue with the reunion.” Her expression turned devilish. “Afterall, we wouldn't want to let all of Paulina's hard work to go to waste, huh Danny?”

“Technically, all the other A-listers helped too,” he mumbled.

Tucker snickered at him. “Like you care, dude.”

Soon everyone was back inside, making quick work of the mess. Unfortunately, the DJ set-up was considered unsalvageable and the room had to make due with Dash's phone plugged into the one surviving speaker.

“Since you're here, Phantom. Do you mind giving a speech? Y'know, on like your memories of when we were still in high school,” asked a hopeful looking Star.

“Uh, sure. No problem.”

The speech was a blur, but judging by everyone's reaction it at least wasn't terrible. The worst part though was being stopped. Every. Five. Seconds. For conversations that were mostly people fangirling over him (especially Dash. Mostly Dash). When it looked like there was a second for him to breathe and maybe leave he was stopped again.

“Hey, Phantom. Did you see Danny in there? Danny Fenton. He never came out,” Paulina asked as she chewed her lip.

‘She still wants to see me? Me!?’

“Oh, um, I thought I saw Fenton at the front of the school.”

Her eyes lit up.

“Thank you!” She shot him an odd, but undeniably bright look and raced to the doors.

He quickly turned invisible so nobody would stop him again and made his way to the front of the building where he promptly transformed back. Not even a beat later, Paulina opened the doors. She was still panting by the time she made it down the steps where he was.

“Danny! There you are! Are you okay?” She started patting him down.

“I'm fine, I'm fine. Promise.” He shook her off in hopes he could still hide his blush. “Sorry for not being much help in there.”

“Nonsense. I think you did just fine.”

Before he could get her to clarify what she meant, she swept him up into a hug.

“Dance with me,” she whispered into his ear.

He rested his hands on her hips and swayed them to the music they could barely hear whispers of outside. They rocked to a few more songs before Danny spoke.

“You never told me about your dream earlier. The one you haven't accomplished yet.”

She hummed. “I didn't, didn't I?”

She pulled back with an expression as soft as the moonlight lighting her up.

“My dream,” she whispered like it was the biggest secret she's ever had. “Was this.”

She cupped his face and gently guided him into a long bust chaste kiss. Her lips were silk soft and her lavender and lilac perfume invaded his nose. He pulled her in closer. Eventually they pulled apart.

“You know, I'd really like your number so we could go out sometime.”

He grinned.

“I'd really like that.”

She rested her head on his chest. He squeezed her tighter. Danny would have loved to stay like this forever or at least until sunrise, but soon started pouring out and heading to their cars.

“I don't want this moment to end but I gotta go meet back up with Sam and Tucker.” He looked at her apologetically.

“No worries,” she replied while gesturing towards his phone. “You can call me later.”

After she put her number in his contacts, she slipped his phone back into his back pocket for him. The odd expression was on her face again.

“See you around. And for what it's worth, I thought your jokes tonight were funny.” She kissed him passionately, briefly bringing his bottom lip between her pearly teeth.

“No, yeah, uh, totally” He said in a daze. His brain had left the building.

She giggled and pushed him towards the direction of the parking lot. Sam and Tucker walked up to them once they had been spotted. And then after brief greetings and goodbyes, she was off towards her pink convertible.

“Fun night,” Tuck asked with a shit-eating grin.

“I got her number. We're gonna go out. On a date!” His face felt numb with his smile.

“Well, at least you aren't totally helpless,” Sam snarked.

He smacked at her which turned into a game of rough housing. He lost.

Later as he was pulling into the parking lot of his hotel he paused. His brows furrowed as he went over the events of tonight in his head. What did Paulina mean when she had said she thought his jokes tonight were funny?

#phic phight 2024 #phic phight #danny phantom fic #danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #paulina sanchez

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malavera · 2 years ago

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Brat (m) — Tom Cruise

A/N: I seriously just need to write this out of my system 😩 and i’m not sorry 🫣

tags: porn without plot, smut, daddykink, dom!tom, bratty!reader, spanking, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), choking, creampie, squirting, use a word “whore”, agegap (reader is 26), literally PORN so minors dni!

tagging: @deanscroissant @nerdyreaderpapi @helloitstsyu @tomsf18 @cruisefiles @youlightmeupfinn

You shrieked when Tom yank your arm as you both made your way inside the mansion once you got off from the car.

“Ouch! Daddy, you’re hurting me… Stop!” You faked whine but honestly, you weren’t hurt at all. This was all a part of your plan, to get him going, to tease him.

“What you did back there, Princess?” Tom muttered as he aggressively take off his blazer, slamming it to the leather couch. His hands went to unbutton a couple of buttons from his dress shirt then his cuffs before he rolled the sleeves up to his elbows.

“That was intolerable. You almost made us caught!” Tom snapped. What irritates him the most is that you don’t find this situation concerning to him. You toyed with this situation, you enjoyed this, it’s written all over your face with the smirk and the language from your body that you projects.

“But, won’t it be fun, Daddy? The biggest Hollywood Movie Star..." You trailed as you slowly approach him, swaying your hips slightly seductive.

"Hollywood Royalty, got flustered in an interview because of his young wife, in an interview? She’s sitting so far away yet she got caught playing with her pussy?” You stepped in front of him, with your head high, looking straight into his eyes with the same smirk on your face.

Tom on the other hand, is looking at you with dead in the eyes. His eyebrows scrunched together, his teeth gritted inside his closed lips. This, is the reaction that you wanted. You finally got him. You shrieked when you felt him grip your hair in his fist, pulling you closer, both of your lips almost kissed.

"You, are fucking dead to me."

Tom drag you around to sit on the leather couch. Him sitting down on it while you're forced down to stand on your knees. "Now, I know you're a little minx who doesn't wear her panties out today, lift your dress and bend over my knees. At least be a good girl, for this once." Tom hissed.

You felt giddy on the insides, you didn't even try to hide the smirk on your face. You did what he asked you to. Laying your stomach across his legs, you purposely arched your back so your ass is lifted slightly in the air. Rubbing your thighs against each other as you're about to brace what's going to happen next, your favorite thing.

"I want you to count aloud."

You gasped once the first hit from his palm landed on your ass, “One.” You whimpered.

The second one made your body jolted a bit forward, “Two.”

And the next one was delivered double, “Three, four, urgh.” You whimpered.

*slap*slap*slap*

“Five, six, seven!” You yelped but the sound fell into a moan.

“Oh, you’re enjoying this huh? You’re loving this?” Tom whispered.

By the time you get to ten, you were a moaning mess. Tom bend down to take a look at your squeezed thighs, his finger came up to drag the slit of your pussy. You’re soaked.

“Sshiit! You feel this yourself, Princess? You’re soaked.” Tom chuckled to himself, “What a naughty, whore.”

You were whimpering. Tom kept rubbing his finger against your slit, he moved to teasing your clit slowly rubbing it before he moved down to tease your hole. Tom smirked to himself, biting his lip as he pushed a finger inside your cunt.

You gasped to the feeling, it’s such a relief. Tom toyed with the insides if your cunt, thrusting in and out of it, he decides to add another finger in. “Oh!” You moaned, oh how you loved his fingers. Tom has big hands, you know one finger is full enough, let alone two fingers. It’s almost a size of a cock that your pussy can barely take.

“Hmm? You like it?” Tom leaned down to your ear as he teased you. His fingers never stop railing your pussy.

“Mmm… Yes, Daddy. Oh! Please don’t ever stop.” You begged. The squelching sound forms out from your cunt, Tom watched the way his fingers going in and out of you, curling them, flicking your insides.

Oh, that feels magnetic to you. Got you rolling your eyes to the back of your head.

The bulge in his pants he couldn’t kept it a secret. It turns him on seeing you like this, in fact, he’s been turned on when you challenged him. When he gripped your hair, yanking and dragging you, it’s such a guilt but a pleasure.

“Mmhh… Daddy, please… I want more! I need more, please do something. I promise I’ll be a good, please, please…” You practically begged him and cried. It’s just too good. Pussy so wet you wished he would just add his tongue and eat you out.

Your biggest fantasy is to have Tom Cruise on his knees, eating you up like a grand course meal. But Tom had other plans in mind, yes he thought of eating you out but he doesn’t think you deserve it yet. Aside from turning him on and all, he’s actually really pissed that you pulled that stunt.

“You’ve been naughty, what makes you think you have the luxury to bargain with me?” Tom laughs. Tom pull his fingers out from your cunt, resulting a yelp from you. He grabbed you by the neck and slam you to the leather couch.

“Oomph- Daddy!” You shrieked, Tom just shook his head before he unfasten the belt in his pants.

“You wanted to be treated like a whore, I’ll treat you like one. You’re not gonna cum until I fill you up with my seeds.” Tom spoke out of breath due to the thumping of his heart in excitement of what’s he going to do to you.

“You’re gonna be a good whore, this cunt is going to swallow my cum, and my fingers are gonna fuck them up in you.” Tom smirked, his speech got you laying in frozen.

You swallowed your saliva that you didn’t realize you’ve been holding before you nod your head slowly. Tom smirked watching your reaction, he ripped the buttons of his shirt, harshly tugging his pants down before he spread your legs earning a gasp from you. You watched the way he spit on his hand before he grip his fat cock, coating it with his own spit. Pumping just a few times before he spit your pussy, rubbing your clit with his thumb and slowly goes down to your hole to prepare you. Your eyes fluttered closed from the way he was being gentle with your cunt, you felt him position the head of his cock to your entrance as he slowly push the head in, but then a sudden surprise made you let out a loud gasp, your body jolted up and your eyes widened. A low grunt had escaped, Tom had harshly thrust his cock into your pussy without warning.

He didn’t gave you any time to adjust as he grabs your legs before he straighten them up to the air and spread them open even more. He gave you a couple of rough thrusts, you love the way in each thrust he lets out this sexy low grunt. A smile on your face as you watched him watching you.

Tom clicked his tongue before he readjusted himself in you as he let go of your legs, both of his hands went to choke you and he leaned his body forward. “I know you like it dirty but I didn’t know you’re this desperate.” Tom grunted with a smirk.

He changed his pace from rough to fast. Your mouth went open but no sound came out. Tom rails you. The way his hips snapped and in each thrust you heard his grunts and groans. Your soaked pussy coating his hard cock in you resulting a sloppy thrusts.

You grip his cock with your pussy, giving out a moan from him. His hands went down to rip the top of your dress before he groped your breasts, you were a moaning mess.

“Ooh! Daddy, you feel so good..” You moaned with a gritted teeth.

“Louder, baby.” He breathlessly said.

“Ooh! Yes, Daddy… Just like that… Fuck me, fuck me hard..” You pleaded, your eyes went up to him giving him his favorite doe eyes that he loves about you. Fuck, that makes him go feral.

His hands went back to choke your neck, he adjusted himself from his knees on the couch, before puts his face beside your head, cock still drilling your pussy with all of his strength. By this time, Tom has been saying incoherent dirty words in your ear, saying all of the things that drives his own imagination to make him cum.

Tom grunted, “Urgh! I’m going to cum, baby.. Daddy’s gonna cum.. hard.. in this-” Tom didn’t had the chance to finish his sentence before he spilled his cum inside your warm cunt with a loud grunt. His thighs stutter due to the release. He gave himself another thrust to push the cum inside your cunt.

You moaned in his ear, hands tangling on his hair. Tom slowly pulls himself out from your pussy before his hand went up to his mouth and coat his fingers with his saliva. His fingers went down to your pussy hole before he inserted, not one but two, fingers in an instant. You felt back the previous sensation in your pussy and your tummy as he fucks you with his fingers.

He watched the way your eyes fluttered close, your mouth went agape, your back arching a little. The sound of his fingers in your cunt, if possible, made your pussy produce even more wetness. Tom fastened his pace, pushing, pulling, curling, anything to get you to cum. He leaned forward to whisper in your ear,

“Come on now, Baby… I know you’re loving this.. Cum on daddy’s fingers. I know you’re such a whore for my fingers.” Tom whispered in your ear as you whimpered.

“Daddy.. Please, right there! Yes, don’t stop…” You begged. Sinful words had spilled out from Tom’s mouth to turn you on even more. Tom pulled himself up before he took out his fingers, lift you into a sitting position then get on his knees on the floor. He’s finally giving what you want. He inserted his fingers back in, your legs automatically set themselves on Tom’s shoulder as he dive his face to your pussy. His tongue toying with your clit while his fingers flicking inside your pussy.

Fuck the view from above is so hot, You thought. Before you know it, you lift your legs off from his shoulders before you felt your legs shook as you squirted out your release with a loud moan.

And just like that, you finally got what you wanted.

Squirting on, Hollywood’s Biggest movie star, Tom Cruise’s face and you’re not sorry.

#tom cruise #tom cruise smut #tom cruise fic #tom cruise x reader #tom cruise top gun fic

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copperbadge · 2 years ago

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I normally don't enjoy wedding scenes in TV or movies, particularly self-written vows, but I have to say I totally get why writers love them. It's intensely self-indulgent but it's the best, most romantic and vulnerable and dramatic scene you can write easily. All the bits that appeal most to a writer are there. And I was going to just skip the vows in Royals/Ramblers, but I ended up having a lot of fun with them...

"Would you like to give your vows, or just keep laughing?" she asked, amused.

"Ah, I'll go first," Eddie said, turning to Gregory. "I didn't really write anything formal, you know going off-the-cuff is kinda how I roll, but I thought about it a lot. Mostly, when I've wondered if this is the right or the smart thing to do -- which is rare -- I always ask myself if I regret literally anything I've given up to be here. And the answer's always no. Not the show, not America, not the closet I was in. So this is what I came up with: yes to you, always, and no to anything else. Which is as much a vow as a motto, I guess."

Gregory gnawed his lip, because that was so -- so Eddie, to be a goofball for ninety percent of everything he did, and then turn around and be almost unbearably sweet and profound.

"I could spend the rest of my life figuring you out," he said. Eddie grinned. "Which wasn't the vow, sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Kinda hoping you will," Eddie said.

"Okay, that's a hard act to follow, anyway," Gregory said. "What I think, when I think about this, this marriage, is why -- why now, why you, why is it so vital that it's you...and a little why you saw me in some bad moments and still stayed. I think it must be that we recognize something in each other that we can't be without. So...this all is to make sure we never have to be. And I'm glad and grateful that it's you."

Eddie looked a little misty, but before the moment could get melodramatic, Rabbi Eynon cleared her throat.

"Your Grace?" she said to Michaelis. He stood and reached into his pocket, taking out his phone.

"Oh, no," Eddie murmured.

"I have a message first on behalf of the Rambler family," he said. "They say, blessings and love from California on your happiest of days. And below that, Tully adds that Theophile should say the thing about yes-to-you because it slaps."

#shivadhverse #royals/ramblers

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x-authorship-x · 2 years ago

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I loved your Tenten/Shisui post-drabble and I was curious to ask, is there any other Shisui ship you might like with the Konoha 12 (except imouto Ino and cousin Sasuke ofc)?

Hey Anon!

Hmmm, TenTen was completely off the cuff tbh... But let me see what I can do.

Disclaimer: I'm going to have to point out that I look at ships I write and ships I read in very different ways. Reading pairings is completely up to how well the writer convinces me, I only have a few combinations that I dislike and won't move past. Writing... My writing is a bit too complicated for that, I really struggle with just slapping characters together. If you've read my previous shipping posts, I generally try to find a common ground/harmony between people. I'm Ace, it's just how I define romance and relationship, and ships...well, theoretically anyone can sleep together. To me, shipping is the meeting of personalities so just... Bear that in mind. I can't just write about people being hot lmao

Shisui, as a meeting of characters, is very very good for shipping. In Narutoverse, people are defined by their devotion to causes, people, their own "nindo". Shisui can skew in lots of directions; on one hand, he's a sweetheart with undying devotion; on the other, there is nothing he's unwilling to do for his cause, he can torture and deceive and it will be worth it for the result. So much potential!

Disclaimer: this is if I personally could write it, not a condemnation of shipping or characters

For the Rookie Nine Generation:

TenTen: you came here because of this so~

Lee: nah, there's a difference between dating someone younger and dating Gai's pseudo son and Shisui just would NOT

Neji: there is a huge potential here for the bonding of older geniuses who have their whole lives laid out for them in the service of their younger, Heir cousin. Shisui's Mangekyou ensured that no one could ever really control him, he was tied only by the devotion and obedience that he himself cultivated. Neji, however, has (sorry for the heavy handed metaphor) clipped wings; the stronger he gets, the more vital it is that the Elders keep him under tight control. I think they could have marvellous angst as well as a lot of tenderness. Mirroring each other, opposites of each other, Neji may deeply resent Shisui's freedom and Shisui might lament the clarity of status within the Hyuuga. Neji may also understand that if anyone can help him break free, it would be Shisui and Shisui would definitely help him. We could get a lot of Uchiha-Hyuuga friction, the spare nephews coming together despite this

Shikamaru: this is a bit of a funny one. The chances of Shisui getting involved with the Commander's son are so slim it's hilarious, also Shisui is all about speed and terrifying precision and giving his all 100% of the time, literally the opposite of Shikamaru for most of the series (the precision is there but it's often late or acknowledged but unused). However, after the war? Shikamaru is jaded, he's sharpened by wartime, he's brutal, but I still don't think they'd align. Shisui has been this all along and I don't think he'd be able to forgive Shikamaru intentionally dragging his feet for so long, just as I think Shikamaru would look into Shisui's darkness and go "hmm, troublesome". It's funny though because I'm imagining Shikaku's reaction and it involves almost swallowing his cigarette 🤣

Ino: no. Just... No. Even if they weren't basically related in my mind, the mess of personalities would be massively entertaining but also deeply disturbing and now I'm like agshqjskqka ewwwwww~

Chouji: this is cute only because they are both cute, wholesome people who deserves warmth and acceptance and domestic bliss. Maybe Chouji would be strong enough to hold Shisui even in his darkness, maybe they'd be viciously protective in the field but soft and warm at home. As people, they would be a good pair only because they'd know how to be good to someone else. But can I see them together-together? No ❤️ Shisui would be a great surprise groomsmen at Chouji's wedding though, maybe I should write a spin-off about him babysitting all of InoShikaCho...

Naruto: Shisui would rather jump off that cliff again ✨ a lot of people would push him (for his own good)

Sasuke: 🤡 no

Sakura: Ino would leave no survivors. There is a lot of cuteness in this ship, a lot of great art, but it's not gonna happen in my writing ✌️

Hinata: she's shy but strong, Shisui would be great for her self esteem and her growth as both a person and a Shinobi. I'm not sure Hinata wouldn't just heavily remind Shisui of Itachi. As it is, they would be great friends, really good for each other as people, but romantic? Not in my books, tbh

Kiba: I don't think Shisui would be able to handle meeting Hana's eyes, not even getting into the rest of it. They picked their siblings up from school together, Shisui and Hana and Itachi, and it's just... 🤡🤡🤡🤡

Shino: I'm sorry but Shino wouldn't want Shisui 🤣 like with Hinata, there is such potential for understanding and growth and companionship but not romance

🎉Bonus Round!🎉

Temari: this is a great ship, just because of the Wind Country antics. Would this classify as a political marriage? Temari is brash and strong but also manipulative, I feel like they'd get on a treat. She's a proper spitfire, Shisui knows exactly how to push buttons without getting REALLY in trouble. Also I love love love the idea that Gaara might be Kazekage but Temari is her father's Heir and she's a princess too, Shisui is technically her foreign diplomat kept husband. Also Shisui would be A MENACE with mirages and his speed across the plains and dunes... *Dreamy sigh*

Gaara: the ANGST, the TENDERNESS. Shukaku is losing his fucking mind that the person Gaara dates is the Uchiha with the ability to rewrite reality and this has the potential to be absolutely hilarious. Also Gaara's ultimate defence shield against Shisui's Shunshin would be so so fun, wandering the dunes together and being murder husbands with gentle words ❤️‍🔥 Shisui, through growing up with Itachi and also helping Tenzo, will be well versed in helping Gaara navigate his lack of socialisation as well as bloodlust, Gaara will be able to look into Shisui's darkness and touch him very delicately and deliberately. This whole thing screams knowing silences, dramatic landscapes and very carefully chosen words with a wealth of meaning behind them. Also imagine the serial killer AUs. Yes, yes I have been revisiting Hannibal (TV) fanfic.

Kankuro: this has the potential for play and for bite. Lots of discussion of masks, the sanitisation of Shinobi life, the performance of it all. Kankuro is snarky, he would rather have the last word and be killed for it than let something lie, and this would be unsettling as much as it would...scratch an itch in Shisui. The ability to wound your partner without irreparably harming a relationship would be something... good, maybe. Sometimes you need to be gentle and careful and other times you need to lash out and have a partner who will meet you blow for blow, like two waves crashing together. And afterwards, you are panting and bleeding but you're also alive and the other person has proved that they are too, that you're equal matches, and that would be very good for Shinobi. Kankuro also has a mischievous, playful side that matches Shisui. They can act out, Shisui will get away with it and Kankuro might not, and it would be a shared game and camaraderie between them. They absolutely fuck with people, the more scandalous the better, and their favourite victims/audience are politicians during fancy meetings they attend as part of the Kage entourages (Diplomat Shisui + Advisor Kankuro, anyone?) They also take a lot of pride in embarrassing Gaara+Sasuke+Ino+Temari+Itachi

This is a lot, probably way more than you signed up for, but...enjoy! ✨

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ageless-aislynn · 2 years ago

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Okay, so I have a habit of talking out loud to my Halo game while I play. For example, in Halo 3 ODST, “Uplift Rising” there’s a point where one of the marines asks you (Dutch) to do something about the Wraiths and I inevitably say, “Well, pal, I’ll try but they’re probably going to kill me a few times first.” It’s just my thing. 😁

Then I got to thinking that I tend to call many of the characters by some sort of pet/nickname (except for my ODST team, oddly; I just call them by their names 🤷‍♀️). So here, for your reading pleasure (???) are the off-the-cuff things I call other characters in the Halo games:

*SPOILERS FOR ALL GAMES MENTIONED*

Halo: Combat Evolved

Captain Keyes - Dad (He started it by calling me son when he gave me his Magnum so that’s not on me 😇)

Cortana - Babe (She’ll say something like “Keep your head down, there’s two of us in here now, you know!” and I’ll say something back like, “I’m doing my best here, babe!”)

The Flood Infection forms - Cabbages (“Get away from me, you evil little cabbages!” Must be said with ABSOLUTE BLAZING SCORN as well. 😡😂)

All other Flood forms - Bozos (“Get away from me, you buncha Bozos!” Note: that’s referring to the clown, not the guy who started Amazon, a small but distinct difference in spelling. 🤷‍♀️😇)

Halo 2

Sgt Avery Johnson - Boss (He’ll complain that I made him trade his sniper rifle for whatever “lesser” gun I had and I’ll say, “Sorry, boss. Them’s the breaks.”)

The Elites who show up to help the Arbiter - My Good Dudes (They’ll be all “Look, it’s the Arbiter!” and I’ll say, “Thanks for coming, my good dudes! I appreciate it!”)

The Grunts who show up to help the Arbiter - My Good Little Dudes

Rtas ‘Vadum/Shipmaster - Bud (As in ”Good of you to show up, Bud!” or “Well, I’d rather you’d come down the elevator with me since you’re invincible, Bud, but stay here if that’s what you’ve gotta do.”)

Halo: Reach

Carter - Sir (Apparently the only member of Noble Team I respect??? 🤷‍♀️😇 Except I sometimes get a bit of an attitude about it. He’s all “Hurry up and get that AA gun offline, Six!” and I’ll say “I’m literally TRYING, sir. Like, right this second, I’m trying but they’re shooting at me.”)

Kat - Baby (I spend way too much time trying to coax her into getting into a Warthog with me: “Come on, baby, just get in the Warthog and we’ll go destroy the AA gun. It’ll be fun, I promise!!!”)

Jun - Pal (He’ll tell me I assassinated that Elite really nicely and I’ll give him a chipper, “Thanks, pal, that means a lot to me!”)

Emile - Baby Boy (I have no idea why I call him and only him this but I do it the entire game, lol. “Baby boy, I’m just trying to save your life here, trust me!”)

Jorge - I call him by his name but almost always add “I love you” to it. “Jorge, I love you, thanks for taking out that Skirmisher, he was about to shoot my butt off!” Occasionally might give him a “big man” but always with the ILU. Because I freakin’ love Jorge. 🥰

Halo 3

Cortana - Sweetheart (She has a rough go of things in this one so most of the time it’s a very sympathetic sweetheart, unless she interrupts me with a vision and I nearly die because of it. “Sweetheart, I appreciate that you’re hurting but you’re gonna get me killed if you keep doing that!”)

Sgt Avery Johnson - Bro (If you know this game, you know when I was saying, “No, bro, NOOOOOOO...” 😭😭😭 But previously, when he was up on the hill sniping the Flood for me, I kept saying, “Thanks, bro!”)

The Flood Stalker forms - Evil Spiders (Kinda self-explanatory if you’ve ever seen them skittering around. *shudder*)

The Flood Tank forms - TAAAAAAANK!!! (Very helpful to say out loud in order to warn, um, myself that one of them is coming at me. 😳🤷‍♀️)

Master Chief - Since this is, uh, me in all of the games, I usually just say something like “Chief’s coming, hang on!” but in this game, in the Cortana level where you rescue her and she’s all mentally wrecked and tells you she wants to get out of there, I hand-to-God blurted out, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, Big Daddy’s got you!” 😳😳😳 I have no idea where that came from. I just... Yeah. Whatever. Emotions were running high at the time, what can I say? 😳😳😳😇

Annnd that’s all that I can think of at the moment and I think that’s actually plenty, lol! Oh and as you might’ve noticed, I just finished Halo 3. My feelings were a little mixed as I was playing it, GOOD LAWD some of these levels are LONG, but I appreciate it more now that I’m done. I’m going to go back and explore the levels more, have some fun with them, now that I’m not *game on, face* trying to win, you know? 😣😉

Big Daddy, out.

#halo #halo reach #halo 2 #halo 3 #halo 3: odst #master chief #cortana #noble team #i probably shouldn't have admitted that last one #oh well #y'all know i'm weird #lol #ageless aislynn

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puffpasstea · 2 years ago

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A/N: here’s the requested dom!Harry blurb from MATILDA. I just wrote it in an hour so I hope it’s not awful. Let me know what you think!

warnings: smut, dom!harry, a bit on the rough side so read with caution. ——

“And, you’re sure about this?” Harry’s brows quirked upwards, a self-satisfied smile on his face.

“Yes, Harry! Quit asking me that. A promise is a promise. I told you.”

“I get to do whatever I want with you….all night long?”

“That is our agreement, isn’t it?” I shrugged.

“Well, don’t look so enthusiastic!”

I rolled my eyes.

“You’ll go along with everything I tell you?” He related his questions for the billionth time.

“Yes! Isn’t that how this whole dominant/submissive thing works with most people?”

“You, my dear, aren’t most people.”

“I- know. I’m just saying. I’m trying to be normal. Can we just- get it over with already. I’m tired of this guilt looming over us.”

I’d volunteered this arrangement as a gesture of apology, to prove to Harry that I trust him, after the argument we’d had over my so-called ‘Jealous’ behavior. If it were up to me, we would have gotten this done that very night, but Harry insisted on taking a couple of days to “cool off” and “avoid putting his hands on me in anger.” I knew he was doing the responsible thing, but I have to say, the guilt of waiting it out, and the anticipation of this moment, almost killed me. I just wanted to even the score and wipe the slate clean. Plus, I wanted to SHOW him that I trust him, since, when it comes to telling him, I seem to be fundamentally incapable of finding the right words.

“Coulda just left it at ‘I’m sorry,’ woulda forgiven you anyway.”

“Wait, really? Oh, fuck!”

Harry’s laugh echoed in his chest. “I’m just messin’ with you.”

***

Harry’s light-hearted openness often balanced out the edge to my personality; it was probably part of the reason we worked so well together. But something about that night was different. Perhaps tying me up, spread eagle, and covering my eyes reminded him of the reason that we were doing this in the first place, causing anger to fester back up inside of him. Or maybe it was my nerves. Not knowing what he was going to to do me at any given moment, and having to submit to his every demand right on the spot, made my head fuzzy. The mix of emotions was confusing. On the one hand, a part of me remained on guard, attempting to anticipate his every move, on the other hand, the urge to surrender my body was difficult to resist, especially when he’d literally tied me to the bed.

Harry made me repeat my hard limits and safewords back to him for precaution, assuring me that, even though I said he was free to do whatever his heart desired for the night, he still had no plans to cross any of my boundaries or hard limits. Repeating, for the thousandth time since we’d met, the promise that I could tap out at any moment, that he’d never do anything to hurt me, that he wants me to stay safe above all else. If anyone deserved my trust, it was Harry. I hope I can one day get to the point where I am able to trust him. He doesn’t deserve my paranoia and jealousy. Not, when, at every opportunity, he’s shown me nothing but respect and kindness.

Harry kissed my lips sweetly and asked if I was ready, something he did every time. I nodded.

“What am I gonna do with you tonight? Hmm?” Even though I couldn’t see him, I could tell from Harry’s footsteps that he was pacing around the bed. Leisurely taking his time planning out the evening.

After what felt like an eternity, I felt his breath against my ear as he whispered, “you look so beautiful all naked and laid out for me like this, do you know that?” Though his words were meant as a compliment, his tone made it seem more like a threat.

Placing himself between my legs his lips kissed up my thigh, getting closer and closer to my center. I jerked up at the sensation, my cuffs holding me in place. “Shit!” I could hear him chuckle at my reaction.

“It breaks my heart when you doubt my love for you.” He stated matter of factly before licking into my wet folds. I gasped and jolted again, but this time, his strong hands, wrapped around my thighs, assisted the restraints in holding me down. A few strokes of his tongue later, his lips moved to focus on my clit, unleashing a string of moans and incoherent sounds from me. He was relentless in his touch, delicate, precise, he knew exactly where to touch me and how, and just when he’d started to feel my limbs trembling and my walls clenching, he pulled away with an obnoxiously loud slurping noise. Announcing that he thought I tasted so good.

“Fuckin drives me insane when you ask me if I’ve been with anyone else. Like I could possibly have eyes for someone other than you? Hmm? Is that really what you think of me?”

“I’m sorry- oh fuck!” His mouth went back to fucking me, effectively severing the thread of thought that I’d attempted to verbalize in my apology. My response long gone, I was now panting and begging.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do to prove to you that I love you. I love you. Only you.” Harry replaced his lips with his fingers, his thumb rubbing circles against my clit while his index and ring fingers found the perfect rhythm, pumping in and out of me.

“Harry- I - oh my god- I’m - fuck!”

My writhing against the sheets barely seemed to register to him, he went on scolding as if it was nothing. Which, I hate to admit, made it slightly more humiliating to be turned on by the situation.

“I mean, do you really think I’m out there doing this with other people?”

I swallowed, my throat dry and my whole body shaking. Then nodded in response.

“Yes?!! Did you just say yes you think I’m fucking other people?”

“I- just- fuck!” Catching my breath, I yelled out “we’re not a couple!” My frustration wasn’t so much with Harry’s lecturing, but with the fact that I really wanted to cum.

“Cum for me, my love.” Was all he said in return.

That was the one of the more intense orgasms I’ve ever had. Even with Harry. He pulled his drenched fingers out, leaving me feeling empty inside. He brought out his fingers to my mouth, tapping my lips to signal for me to open up. He stuck his fingers in, straight to the back of my throat, making me gag instantly.

“Suck. Taste yourself on my skin.”

That alone could’ve made me cum again.

Before the ringing in my ears, or the tingling all over my body could subside, Harry brought up the crop and reigned pain down on all of my sensitive spots. From my nipples, to my stomach, thighs, armpits, then squarely in the middle of my cunt, the frequent hits, so soon after my orgasm had heightened my senses, felt unbearable. I screamed and pleaded with him to please stop, please go easy on me, but my begging fell on deaf ears. The blindfold prevented me from seeing his face, but I imagined it cold and lacking in expression.

By the time that Harry tossed the crop onto the side of the bed, I was a sobbing mess. I felt his hand reach over to my cheeks, and wipe my tears away. I flinched, not expecting his gentle touch, and assuming he was going to slap my face, but when that didn’t happen, I leaned into his hand as much as the handcuffs would allow me.

“It’s okay, dalirn’. Did so good for me. So good.”

Confident that I was alright, Harry got back up snd retrieved my vibrator, and placing it against my center immediately. It didn’t take much for me to cum, having already been wet and high off the mixture of pain and pleasure that he’d me through. Harry wrapped his fingers around my neck, squeezing lightly

“Cum.” Was barely out of his lips before I went over the edge again.

“You don’t wanna be with me, that’s fine. That’s your choice. But when you throw a fucking tantrum and accuse me of things, it hurts. It makes me feel like you don’t believe me when I tell you how much I love you and want you. No wonder you don’t want to give us a chance if you think I say these things so easily!”

Wave after wave of pleasure courses through my veins and wrecked my body head to toe. Harry never once removed the vibrator, even as I shrieked in pain and begging him to give my sensitive body a break. Gradually, his words of anger and disappointment faded away into incoherent background noise and I began to lose the feeling in my extremities and float in a sea of bliss.

I don’t recall much after that, but I do know that when I came to, I was in Harry’s arms, he was caressing my hair and kissing the sides of my face, whispering into my ears. He offered me a glass of water at some point, not trusting my shaky hands with it, he held it to my mouth and watched me take small sips with a look of pure admiration in his eyes. It might have been only a momentary flicker of hope, but in that moment, I felt the resolve to work on being better for him. I wanted to give him the trust and openness that he deserves.

#Dom!harry #matilda #dom!harry styles #dom!h #harry styles smut #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles writing

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360iris · 4 years ago

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Wanna Be Down (George Weasley x Reader x Fred Weasley)

Warnings: Pure smut! She/her pronouns for the reader! No funny business between the boys I promise! There’s bound to be some typo that I missed, sorry ‘bout that!

Word count: 1,628

Summary: There’s a birthday, a bunny costume and The Twins... What could go wrong?

A/N: This was originally meant to drop on their birthday, April 1st... I’m 28 days late for that but hey, better late than never! It’s been collecting dust for the entire time and I wanted to set it free. I hope someone enjoys it!

“You want me to- to wear a bunny outfit and have the two of you…” You faltered nervously, the words seemed foreign on your tongue.

“-fuck you in it.” Fred finished for you with a wide grin, as if this was the most in the ordinary activity to plan.

The twins wanted to sleep with you? This was the first you’d heard of it, that’s for sure. And though the thought sent waves of excitement through your body, the prospect was daunting.

You’d been friends since diapers, a meager six hours separating your births. And whether the bond that formed later was predetermined by fate, or by pure chance, it was wholly indestructible.

Through the years, the three of you operated perfectly insync. Remaining quite persistently glued at the hip; completing every task deemed worthy enough as an odd unit.

There was an unspoken rule that each of you would make sure that the others felt equally included in activities.

So why should taking your virginity be any different?

“We’ll be twenty in a few hours, Y/N. Don’t you want to kick off the new decade with a bang?” George asked, his face genuine and voice laced with just the right amount of sweetness. He always did know how to persuade you into going along with Fred’s crazy schemes.

“Quite literally in this instance.” Fred added cheekily and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Both of you have had sex before though. Plenty of times in fact! You told me about it afterwards! In vivid detail at that! Why are you so worried about me now?” Your brows were furrowed, lips turned downwards in a pout.

Sitting criss-cross on your bed, you tugged one of the many pillows on your bed into your lap. Squeezing it tighter when you met their gazes again.

Fred had his hands tucked into his jean pockets, happy as ever. He acted as if it was only a matter of time before he’d get the answer he wanted.

George on the other hand, at least looked like he was having a conversation with you; and not like he was just waiting for you to realize you’d never actually said no to them before. His eyes were soft, assessing your demeanor before approaching your spot at the foot of the bed.

“You know you’re our favorite girl. Don’t you, Y/N?” He questioned and you suddenly felt smaller looking directly up at him. Ginger waves caressing his cheeks and pooling at his shoulders.

“I mean- I suppose.” You replied dumbly.

“Who do we always come back home to?” He asked again, his left hand lifting up from his side to comb through your hair. The pads of his fingers brushing against your cheek as they went.

“Me.” Your answer was hushed, though it was only the three of you in the flat. They’d closed the shop downstairs hours ago.

“And who trails after me as much as she can during the day, practically jumping into my lap the first opportunity she gets?” His voice was getting lower and his gaze remained fixed to you, you tried your best not to squirm.

“M- Me.”

“Lastly, whose the babygirl that slips into my bed at three in the morning because she stays up too late and gets scared?” He was teasing you now, you knew it, but still gave him a reply.

“Me, George.” Both of his hands were cupping your face now, fingertips laced in your hair, you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to.

“So when I ask my favorite girl to put on the outfit I picked out for her, so I can make her feel good on her birthday, what do you think I want to hear back?” A single brow arched as he waited for your answer, ignoring Fred’s quiet “I helped choose it too, y’know.”

Wrapping your fingers around his wrists, you thought about all the times he and Fred had slept with other girls. How deep down you’d wished they’d looked at you the same way.

He allowed you to remove one of his hands, a dark smirk splitting across his face when you’d slowly brought it between your legs. Only coming to a stop when he was cupping your heat.

“I think- I think I’ve been holding out for you.” It was no higher than a whisper, but it’d been the truth nonetheless. He smiled wider at this confession, leaning in and pressing a light kiss on your forehead.

“All the more reason not to disappoint.” He responded, you faintly registered rustling from behind him.

“Y/N, dear?” Fred called.

“Hm?”

“Time to put the outfit on.”

It’d been relatively easy to slip into the get-up. The bodysuit, wrist cuffs and neck piece fitting like a glove.

“When did you get my measurements?” You asked, looking down at yourself.

“Since when have we not had your measurements?” Fred laughed, pulling you onto the bed with him until your back was flush against his chest. Your head comfortably leaning back on his left shoulder.

George following after you, settled for sitting up in front of you, his knees digging into the pink duvet.

“The ears are a nice touch.” He remarked with a pleased smirk. “Don’t you agree, Fred?”

“Absolutely. All white suits her.” He replied matter-a-factly, hands already roaming your torso. Ghosting over your exposed thighs, he hooked a finger under the bikini line of the bodysuit and let it snap back into place. Your hips jutted outwards at the impact.

“Want to hear you ask for it, Y/N.” George was palming your calves, making you feel small again.

“What do you want me to say?” Your brows furrowed curiously at the request, breath hitching when he utilized his grip to pull you further down Fred’s chest. Your ankles eventually hooking against George’s shoulders.

“Want him to play with your little cunt, don’t you baby?” Fred asked from above you, heat rushing to your face at his words.

“Y- Yeah.”

“Then ask, darling.” He grinned at your eyes widening as you met his gaze upside down.

Turning your attention back to George, you absentmindedly bit at the end your thumb nervously. Sure you’d used curse words like anyone else in the world, but the thought of actually asking the twins to fuck you was on a level you’d never thought you’d reach.

“Georgie?” You tried carefully.

“What is it, baby?” He replied softly, a smile playing on his lips, patiently waiting.

“Want- Want you to make me feel good.”

“How?” He prompted, delighting in your fidgeting. Fred however wasn’t feeling as patient, sending a soft smack to your inner thigh.

“Don’t have all day, bunny.” He chided, slowly massaging the site.

“Want your cock, Georgie.” You finally relented, wanting nothing more than to hide your face in your hands, but you feared being spanked again by Fred.

George rewarded you with a kiss, palming your clit through the material. He swallowed up every whimper that escaped your lips, only answering by expertly thumbing the area faster.

“Let’s see how wet you are, bun.” Fred whispered, pulling the bodysuit aside to reveal your heat. Running a finger through your folds, he promptly brought it to your mouth. Smirking widely when you began meekly sucking at the digit.

“I’m gonna get you ready, okay sweetheart?” George asked, mouthing at your neck. He didn’t move until you garbled something close to “okay” through Fred’s fingers sadistically pressing down your throat.

Armed with plenty of lube, the first finger sliding into you felt like nothing. By the third, he resorted to distracting you by rubbing your bud to ease the initial stretch. Although nothing could have prepared you for how uncomfortable taking his tip was.

It was a slow process, full of the boys tenderly guiding you to breathe deeply and relax your muscles. With the abundance of their attention focused on outweighing the discomfort with pleasure, eventually the mild pain began to blur around the edges.

The level of satisfaction that rolled over you when you’d finally reached the hilt was like no other.

“Good girl.” Fred purred into your hair as George wiped away a stray tear from the corner of your eye. “Took it like a champ, didn’t she, Georgie boy?”

“Sure did, Fred. Squeezing me so nicely too.” He replied smiling proudly.

“Full- So full.” You whimpered blearily, not sure which boy you were grasping for. Each accepted one of your wandering hands, giving them an encouraging squeeze.

“You’re doing so well, babygirl. How about you let me make you feel good now, hm?” George’s voice was gruff as he patiently waited for you to nod back in response.

Soon the discomfort had melted away, leaving only the easy slide of George’s length and the gratification of being engulfed between the loves of your life.

You promptly got lost in the jumble of mouths, hands and pleasure.

“Gonna come for us, love?” George asked, holding your hips done to focus his thrusts.

“Can I- Can I, please? Please let me come!” You whined desperately, unable to distinguish whose hands belonged to who.

“Go ahead, bunny.” George answered and it was all you needed to hear. Your visioned blurred as your toes curled, the only thing you could register was that he was fucking you through it. Fred’s fingers circling your clit didn’t let up until you were pathetically trying to pull at his wrist.

A weak mewl fell from your lips as George pulled out of you spent. Simpering under his praises, you closed your eyes.

The sudden smack against your face was sobering, leaving you blurrily blinking up at Fred’s eager grin.

“I hope you didn’t think you were off the clock, bun.”

#the weasley twins #the weasley twins x reader #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader x george weasley #fred and george #harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter smut #harry potter fic #hp #hp fanfic #hp smut #hp imagine

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crackedcrystal · 3 years ago

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Intro Post

Sup, welcome to my Whump Blog.

I'll probably update or edit this post as things go along.

You can just call me Cracked or Cracked Crystal or whatever.

I go by she/her.

To start off, ever since I was young I've been drawn to these types of things. I just kinda like them, and sometimes they'll give me butterfly-type feelings. Which I kinda seek everytime.

I didn't really understand it, and I would write about it without knowing what it was. So later on, it was nice to learn I wasn't alone on this. But since I'm incredibly shy I just kind of looked at alot of whump-relates Tumblr blogs without making an actual account for over a year I wanna say (I have way to many saved tabs lol).

I got a boyfriend, he already knows and we happily tease about it together. In fact, you have him to partially thank for the existence of this blog.

I'm into art. Both traditional and digital. I still have yet to set up a thing for commissions but I do want to at one point. I also have a different and regular Tumblr account but I'm going to do my best not to link the two, obviously. This is just for whump stuff.

I also have stories and as a result- alot of OCs. Which I'll probably be making art of in the future and posting here. (Although I can't gurentee every single OC post will stick around depending on what I do with the stories in the future)

I hope to get more engaged in the community, despite my shyness (about everything lol). I'm not really worried about popularity or anything like that. But if you have any questions or want to talk feel free.

My OCs (All with some sort of ability and strong whump potential) - (DMs only (sorry))

Whump events I've participated in:

Whumptober 2022 (Masterlist)

Febuwhump2023 (Masterlist) (comepleted)

-Now for my whump trope list-

In no particular order

Absolute favorites

Lab and subject expiements stuff

Magical and power caused whump. Either by curses or side effects to that ability (I like to get real particular and specific with it too lol)

General weakness

General Fear (and sometimes paranoia)

(intense) nightmares

Passing out

Bleeding out/Blood loss

Impaled or stabbed

Dizziness and vertigo

Unconfused eyes and mental confusion

To weak to stand/faltering

Coughing up blood (or some kind of blood equivalent)

Cuffs, Chains, or bound whumpee (+struggling and straining)

Entanglement or trapped in a vulnerable spot

Vines or ya know, the restraints that are alive or controlled by an outside force.

Whumper become the whumpee

A sudden cause of pain that takes whumpee by surprise

The pain or weakness eventually overcoming a very determined or emotional whumpee (suddenly succumbing)

Self inflicted wounds

Painful nessiarily for healing or getting over something worse

Posioning/posioned

Betrayal and backstab (mayhr even revealed by a physical attack, such as a literal stab).

Smart whumpee slowly manipulating the current situation to their benfit, but still having to go through all the suffering regardless to get to a point.

Vampire whump (both victim and vampire)

Snakes. Squeezing and posion bite.

Choking and stragulation

Breath knocked out (and that's just the start of what's to come)

Being dragged towards the danger

A lil' bit of manhandling

Long progression of curse or posion that slowly gets worse (and worse).

Some psycological and moral complexity of the whumpee, whumper, and/or caretaker. (And some angst lol)

Caretaker become whumpee (most of the time)

Whumpee being harmed during a running scene.

Drowning and water related scenes.

Whumper having (slow) change or heart and begrudgingly being a caretaker

Whumpee having to save the whumper or caretaker (despite wounds)

Electrocution

Trembling

Memories and flashbacks and panic over that (usually alone)

Whumper or unwilling teamate taking advantage of a whumpee's (pre-existing) injury (clutching it to make them succumb or get their point across)

Webbed up.

Held captive (usually)

Jail or designated lab cell.

Headache that keeps getting worse and worse

Once defiant, now broken. (+Whumpee's previous confident demeanour suddenly or even slowly shattering, from the personal or/and physical attacks that cut just a bit to deep)

Immortal whumpees or characters that aren't quite human, that aren't used to or supposed to feel pain, feeling pain.

Certain royal whumpees

Angel and demon whump (of course), or just whumpees with wings.

Gunshots to the whumpee (usually)

Certain types of minimal torture

^ (including stuff like really hot or really cold things being pressed up against skin and watch them shudder aaaaa)

Multiple whumpers

Dark room and/or blindfolded (they don't know what's coming to them)

Some intimate whumpers.

Failed escape

Character who risks their life a little to often (sometimes due to feelings of worthlessness)

Nausea

Starvation (and sometimes dehydration)

Just won't die

Loss of control over self mentally or physically (such as a body part being controlled by an outside or unwanted force)

Whumpee uncomfort

Those slight sounds

But also- AGONYYY

Ok/mid things (still like them but to moderate or fluctuating degrees. It can also depend on the scene)

Emotional whump (sadness ig)

Recovery (or very typical caretaker and whumpee tend-to scenes)

Military whump

Whumpee dies

Mob situations (close to favorite)

Non-human whumpees (depends, half the time it's a favorite)

Regular coughing

Colds and most sickness whump

Collars

Hypothermia

Defiant whumpee

Cages

Whipping (sometimes will be a favorite though, depends on the scene)

Temporily blindness

Spider and creepy crawlies (the bigger the better, the smaller the more nah)

Severe burning (the more burning the more nah it is)

Nosebleed

Headwound itself

Memory loss (close to nah)

Live action whump (very rare when it's a favorite)

Begging

Overdosing (can really fluctuate between mid and favorite and sometimes nah)

Depressed whumpee

Injections

Ehhhhhh- Nah.

(very) intense gore and guts

That one moment where something sharp and sometimes needle like it slowly gonna pierce an eye

Most Pet whump stuff (some can be mid)

Most female whump

Way to much screaming

Genuine concussion

Blood-gut squishing noises (ya know the sound effect)

Overkill (with just about anything)

Almost all surgery without anesthesia (some can be mid tho)

Teeth pulling

Amputation, missing limbs.

Minor or pregnant whumpees. (Cool if caretaker tho)

Vomiting (a little bit is usually fine)

#whump #whump introduction #whump community #first whump related post #favorite whump tropes #my whump posts #whumblr #whump list #whump intro post #whump masterlist

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stormysnz · 3 years ago

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Cuffed (M)

Sooooo this is heavily inspired by @smallsnzplz bc they made a post about a fifth-and-cuff (or fifth-and-a-friend) party and I literally never stopped thinking about it and immediately said I must write that for Grayson and Sage so thank you so much for the beautiful inspo. Of course, as always, contains Grayson's wonderfully horrible allergies, Sage's caretaking, and cuddles. Because who would I be if not consistent.

It had only been twenty minutes at the party when I realized that something was up. I was there with Grayson; one of Jess’s friends in our apartment complex was throwing a ‘fifth and cuff’ party. The rules were simple: You and your date were zip-tied together at the wrist, and the only way to get the tie cut was to finish a fifth of alcohol between the both of you. The perfect way to get obscenely drunk while also flirting the entire night with whoever you were tied to - one could see why these types of parties were so popular.

It felt like Grayson and I were in limbo with where our relationship stood. We had gone out for coffee a few times, gone to a couple parties together, hooked up once or twice, but there were no labels yet. We were right on the brink of slapping a label onto whatever the hell we were, and God, I was desperately wishing it all worked out. I was already in way too deep with this one.

Anyway, we had been cuffed for twenty, maybe twenty-five minutes and were having a great time. The both of us had taken a few shots to kick off the game, and I was starting to feel the warmth of the alcohol starting to take its effect on my body and loosen me up.

We had just finished a conversation with our friend Emily and her date, and had made our way to the kitchen to attempt to make some mixed drinks for ourselves. To no one’s surprise, this was fairly hard with two of our our hands attached together.

While we were flirting chatting in the kitchen, I absently noted Grayson beginning to sniff and clear his throat a bit. For Grayson, though, this wasn’t too out of the ordinary. He’d just about sneezed his head off for most of the times we’d hung out so far, so this wasn’t some kind of untreaded territory for us, it seemed. So, because of all this, I didn’t start putting anything together until the sneezing started up.

Out of almost nowhere, Grayson haphazardly slammed our fifth back on the counter from where he’d been pouring it into our cups and leaned as far away from me as humanly possible with our wrists still connected. His free arm hovered near his face for a second before he directed an itchy sneeze into his elbow. “hh-iiTTSHhh! Sorry, ‘scuse me,”

I blessed him, still not really thinking too much of the stray sneeze. It really wasn’t uncommon at all for Grayson to release a sneeze or two, considering the guy’s insanely sensitive nose. It wasn’t until he released another, and another, and another over the course of the next five minutes that I was beginning to catch on that something was wrong here.

I was also beginning to catch on to the fact that it was slightly hard to sneeze while one of your wrists was ziptied to someone else’s. Especially considering that Grayson had his right, dominant hand ziptied to my left one. Every time he sneezed, he seemed to have to put conscious thought into raising his free hand instead of his dominant hand that was currently attached to mine. He also ended up unintentionally tugging on our linked wrists as he bent to the side with each sneeze.

“Bless you. Are you alright?” I asked after another itchy sneeze, gazing up at Grayson. I was definitely feeling the effects of those shots. It was gonna be a long night, especially if he kept up all that sneezing.

“Hm? Yeah, I’m fine. Nose is just ihh-itchy,’ Grayson said, trying to brush off my concern. But, it didn’t exactly help that I could tell that he was building up for yet another sneeze.

Now, what happened next solidified the fact that the alcohol was beginning to have an affect on all the sneezing. Grayson, being much larger than me, had taken a few more shots than I had already, and I could tell that he was feeling it.

His nose scrunched up, and instead of ducking into his free elbow, like he had previously, Grayson automatically pulled both hands up to cover his nose, seemingly forgetting that my left wrist was still attached to his right one.

“hhiH! HI’TSHhhU! IttSHhh! hih-iiH! ISHHiiieWW!!”

“Bless y--” I had barely gotten out a blessing before my words reminded Grayson that my wrist was attached to his, and therefore too close to his sneezes for his liking.

A small noise of surprise escaped his throat and his eyes widened slightly when he looked and saw my hand so close to his face, immediately dropping his right hand from his face, and my hand along with it.

“Oh shit, I am so sorry, I didn’t even realize--” He started, blush beginning to rise to his tanned cheeks.

I cut off his little rambling with a shake of my head and a wave of my free hand. “It’s fine, it’s fine, promise. Are you alright, though? Getting sick?” I asked with a small, sympathetic frown.

Grayson shook his head, picking up his drink from where he’d placed it on a nearby table before he started sneezing. “Don’t think so. I felt fine until we got here,” He mentioned with a soft sniffle.

I raised an eyebrow. “Think it’s allergies?” I asked, mentally beginning to narrow down the culprits of what could be setting him off at the moment.

His eyes went hazy before he could answer my question, lashes beginning to flutter as his chest jumped with hitches. “hiiAESSHhhHUuu!!”

Oh, that one was loud. He’d been able to somewhat restrain the sneezes up to this point, but that one was as harsh and powerful as I knew his sneezes could be. A few others at the party glanced over in surprise at the noise, and Grayson scrubbed at his nose hard to ward off any stray sneezes.

“Umb, probably. Wouldn’t be surprised,” He finally answered with a self-depricating roll of his eyes, and a hint of congestion beginning to settle into his sinuses.

I frowned softly at Grayson’s response, the guy seemingly not really having any idea of what was setting off his allergies. “Are you gonna make it?” I asked softly.

He let out a soft chuckle, followed by a liquid sniffle. “Dod’t you worry about mbe, I’ll be fide,” Grayson brushed off with a flash of a grin.

Before I could say anything else, Jess and her date came running up to us -- Oh, they were definitely more finished with their fifth than we were -- and demanded that we took shots with them. Grayson and I exchanged looks and, with a shrug, were pouring out our shots. One shot each turned into two, which then turned into three for Grayson and Jess’s date.

Needless to say, as those next shots settled in, Grayson and I were now feeling the alcohol a lot more than earlier. To add to it, Grayson’s allergies weren’t letting up. At all.

We were a decent amount into our fifth, definitely over halfway at this point, and were just talking in the kitchen. Well, I was talking, and Grayson was mostly sneezing.

“Ad so thed, we wedt to...t-tohh! hhH! hHISSHhhU! iiiTShhHU! hih-iih-hhAESSHhhU! --uhhh” Grayson was, in fact, getting worse and worse at covering his sneezes as he got drunker and drunker. At this point, he kept accidentally bringing our attached hands up to cover, either with his hand or with his arm. Either way, I kept blushing and getting flustered every time it happened. I could only hope Grayson was too busy sneezing to notice.

“Bless you. You still don’t know what’s bothering you?” I asked, leaning back against the counter as I gazed up at him.

Grayson was sniffling desperately, his wrist pressed to his nose for a few seconds before he dropped it with a sigh. “I mbean...There’s odnly a few things that would mbake mbe sdeeze like this without direct exposure, but I dod’t know for sure,” He shrugged, sniffling back congestion yet again.

“You need tissues, don’t you? Let’s go to the bathroom, I bet there’s some in there,” I mentioned, grabbing our fifth and tugging Grayson to the bathroom. That was one perk that drunk me absolutely loved about the fifth and cuff - I could practically drag him anywhere through our wrists being tied together.

Once we made it into the bathroom and closed the door behind us, I went to start looking for some tissues, but Grayson seemed frozen in place. Glancing up at him, I saw that his large nostrils were flaring, his nose writhing with unshed allergic tickles. He rashly braced himself with a large hand against the wall of the bathroom, head tipping back as he built up to the release.

“ihhh-hi-hehhH! ETSSHHUU! hHESSHhIEW! hhah-AEESSHHUU! ahh-hah-AIISHHHUU! Hehh..”

Whoa, was not prepared for that. Apparently, since we had found a semi-private place in here, Grayson’s sensitive sinuses took that as an invitation to start sneezing his head off completely unrestrained.

“aAH-SHhHU!-TSHhhiU!...AESHhhIIEW!-K’TSHhhU!-SHHhU!”

I managed to snap myself out of whatever trance I had been held hostage in, my eyes moving away from the gorgeous visual of Grayson directing his helpless sneezes towards the ground. Unthinking, I rested my free hand on his back, brushing my nails up and down his back comfortingly as he ducked forward with a decidedly harsh, very allergic fit.

Eventually, though, the fit started winding down, with less huge, loud, back-to-back explosions, and more soft, exhausted, drawn-out sneezes. In his inebriated, exhausted state, he had accidently caught my arm in the crossfire of his spraying sneezes more than a few times, but Grayson definitely hadn’t noticed, so I saw no need to bring it up.

He tilted his head back once the fit was over, sniffling consistently. “uhhnn...Mb’sorry, thad was gross,” He said congestedly, blinking a few times to gain more awareness after the draining fit.

I brushed my nails up across the back of his neck lightly, scratching briefly at the hair that laid there before trailing them back down his neck and back. Grayson seemed to sag in relaxation under my touch, at one point a full-body shudder making its way down his frame in response to my ministrations. The alcohol was making me a lot more physically affectionate than usual, which was saying something considering I was already affectionate as it was. “Are you gonna make it? We can head out early,” I hummed softly, watching Grayson bring the back of his free hand up to wipe tiredly at his watery eyes before shaking his head.

“Ndo, ndo, I’m fide, I’m having a good tibe with you, really. Just dneed sobe tissues ad I’ll be good,” Grayson assured, straightening up and gathering up some energy.

I used my free hand to open the cabinet under the sink, finding a box of tissues and setting them on the table for Grayson. He looked at them with relief, immediately pulling out a few from the box and thanking me.

He grabbed a few with his free hand, layering them in his palm before pausing as he brought them to his face. His gaze subtly flickered over to me, a small motion that I caught ad understood.

“It’s fine, hon, go for it,” I encouraged, quickly realizing that he didn’t want to blow his nose with me so close.

A flush rose to his cheeks - one that had nothing to do with the alcohol - before proceeding to roughly blow his nose one-handed, using a good portion of the tissues over the next few minutes.

I busied myself by mindlessly scrolling on my phone, trying to ignore the Greek god blowing his nose directly next to me.

His blowing triggered a few coughs and a few stray sneezes, but after a few minutes, he dropped the last clump of tissues into the trash bin. With another swipe under his nose, he turned to me, and I glanced up from my phone to look at him.

“Thanks, I’m really sorry about all this, I didn’t take my medication because I didn’t think I would need to, but something’s obviously setting me off pretty badly--” Grayson started to ramble slightly, and I cut him off with a hand on his arm as I softly interrupted.

“Grayson, really, it’s okay, I promise,” I said, flooding my tone with warmth and assurance.

He blinked in hesitation before shaking his head, as if I wasn’t really understanding his point. “No, no, it’s just...all of it. Almost every time we’ve hung out something’s set me off, and you always make it seem like its not gross and you’re always so nice about it all…” Grayson trailed off, breaking eye contact as he trailed off, as if he thought I was going to break his heart over all of it.

I gave him a small, sympathetic frown. I hated that he thought that way. “Hon, I really don’t mind it,” Yeah, understatement of the goddamn year. “It’s really not your fault, it’s just allergies, I can handle a bit of sneezing,” I assured.

Once his eyes made their way back to mine, Grayson was looking down at me like I had just hung the stars in the sky, and the thought quickly flashed through my mind that maybe he’d never been told that before. If he was reacting like this to me just saying that, I briefly wondered what his reaction would be if I told him about my little...quirk.

That thought got derailed fairly quickly by Grayson ducking down, catching my lips with his. My eyes fluttered shut, quickly returning the searing kiss. My back leaned against the marble countertop of the sink, my free hand raising to pull him closer by the back of his neck. Grayson’s own free hand cupped my jaw, kissing me deeper and Oh wow, this guy could kiss, and--

The both of us jumped at a loud knock on the bathroom door, and loud voices calling in.

“Hey lovebirds, done with your fifth yet?!” God damn it, Jess.

Grayson and I glanced at each other, still slightly dazed from our quick make-out session. I giggled softly at the situation once I had recollected myself, grabbing the fifth with my free hand. “Come on, it looks like our presence is being missed,” I hummed lightly, Grayson following me towards the door with a chuckle. “We’ll pick up where we left off later,” He said lowly, causing my breath to catch in my throat with desire just before I opened the door.

To no one’s surprise, Jess and her date were again looking for partners to do shots with. Grayson and I glanced at each other with a smile. Well, we needed to finish the fifth somehow.

So, a few more shots and mixed drinks later, we were almost done with our fifth. We were now sitting on the couch with some others, just chatting contently, the alcohol really setting in now. Most of the other couples had gotten their zip-ties off at this point, but with our little bathroom detour, we were just a bit behind.

Also, although Grayson had seemed better for a while after blowing his nose, since sitting on the couch, the allergies had seemed to pick back up again, and a little worse than before.

“hih-TShhhU! hhhISHHhhU! HEIIShhhU!-TSHhhu!-KTSHhiiUU!...hhAh-AESHhuUU!” Again, with getting a little more intoxicated, Grayson was getting sloppy with covering his sneezes. Now, he was mostly either directing them towards his arm (his arm that was attached to mine, most times), or uncovered towards his lap. Either way, it was a fairly good assumption that every time he started up again, I’d get sprayed once or twice.

At some point in the night, between all the chatting and the alcohol, I’d kind of forgotten that Grayson wasn’t just sneezing his head off for the fun of it, he was definitely allergic to something here. And what reminded me of that fact was fairly unfortunate for Grayson.

While we were mid-conversation with a girl that lived on our floor in the apartment, I heard a few odd calls of a name, followed by people clamoring over to the hallway next to the living room that we were in. Both Grayson and I looked over and winced at what we saw. A cat had escaped from one of the rooms.

The owner was mentioning something about how they tried to keep him in her room when there were people over, but that was all background noise as I was focused on Grayson. As if just seeing the cat increased the allergic itch in his sinuses tenfold, he immediately ducked down towards his lap with a chain of back-to-back sneezes that seemed to tear right out of him.

“hhHIESSHHU!-ESSHhHU!-ETT’SHHHu!...hhaAESHHHU! hhEH!-”

Before I could even ask if he wanted to leave or if he was going to be alright, Grayson grabbed our fifth and downed the last bit of it when he got a break from his sneezes. Immediately after putting the empty bottle down, he grabbed the scissors from the table, cut our zip-tie, and hurried off to the bathroom.

I frowned at his actions, standing from the couch after I had processed everything that had happened. At our friend’s concerned inquires about whether or not Grayson would be alright, I told them that he was alright, just allergic to cats, and that I was going to go check on him.

I made my way over to the bathroom, hearing loud, itchy expulsions ring out. I knocked on the door, calling in and telling Grayson that it was just me. After a few moments, the lock clicked and I pushed my way in.

Grayson had closed the lid of the toilet and was sat down on it, assumingly feeling the need to sit down to ride out the intense fit. He was sneezing back-to-back like he was never going to stop, getting thrown forward with the intensity of each sneeze. He was just directing the spraying, uncontrollable sneezes down to his lap again, too busy sneezing to try to do anything else.

“hAASHHhHUU! HEASHHUU!-ESSHhHU!-ET’CHhhU!-ESSHHH!-AESH! hheh...HRRASHHhU!”

I sighed in sympathy at the sight, closing and locking the door again before making my way over to a still-sneezing Grayson. I pulled out a bunch of tissues from the box that was still stored under the sink, pressing them into Grayson’s hand so he could blow when he got the chance.

I then moved to look under the sink again, grabbing a wash cloth that was sitting nice and folded inside. I ran it under some warm water in the sink, dousing it before ringing it out so it wasn’t completely dripping wet.

Grayson blinked open his watery eyes, just for a moment, before they slammed shut again with ticklish need, allergic tears starting to trail down his cheeks. That moment was long enough to bring the wad of tissues to his face, his elbows now resting on his knees with his hands holding up the tissues in front of his face. With one desperate inhale, Grayson was off sneezing again, this time directed into the tissues.

“hHAESSHUu! HRRSHHIEW! AESHhHU!-ESSCHH!-ESSCHh-uUE!...hh-huh!... uhhhn…”

Grayson’s nostrils were flaring in and out to double their size, trembling and quivering as he hitched. His chest and shoulders were jumping with each inhale, his eyes narrowed to slits as he held the now useless tissues in front of his face.

I took this moment where he wasn’t sneezing non-stop to step in front of him where he was sitting, putting my hand under his chin and tilting his head up towards me. He blinked his eyes fully open in surprise for a moment before closing them against the irritation of the allergens assaulting his eyes and nose. I laid the warm washcloth over his eyes, pressing gently for a few moments before dabbing lightly at each eye to soothe them.

I think his surprise at my motions scared the sneezes away for a moment, as all he did was sigh and sag in relief, leaning into my touch. I wiped softly across his eyes, my free hand steadying his face as I tilted it up.

After a few more moments, I noticed Grayson’s nose scrunching up, twitching lightly, and his breath going uneven. “Sihh-Sage, I...I-”

Grayson didn’t get much farther in his sentence, as hitches overtook him, but I could discern the general sentiment. I’d like to contribute the alcohol to what happened next.

Grayson was much too inebriated to even think about covering the incoming sneezes, and I had a washcloth already on his face, so I, unthinking and also inebriated, just moved the washcloth down to cup his nose and mouth before the sneeze hit.

“hhISHHhU! iIISHhHU! hhuh’SSHHHU! AT’SHHH-TSHhhU! hhuH! HRRSHHUU!” Grayson sneezed into the carefully cupped washcloth, leaning into the touch. God, I was praying that Grayson was too busy sneezing to notice my blush. Considering he couldn’t stop sneezing for long enough to open his eyes at the moment, I felt like I was in the clear for now. Once he seemed done sneezing for the moment, I wiped gently at his nose. He let out a relieved moan at the touch that didn’t exactly help the whole blushing situation.

Once I was done, I set the rag on the sink, cupping Grayson’s cheek with one hand and brushing his hair back out of his face with the other.

“You seem absolutely exhausted. Come on, let’s get out of here,” I suggested.

He peeked up at me with a raised eyebrow and smirk at my words. I laughed as I realized that the ‘let’s get out of here’ had a bit of an implication.

“Not like that, hon,” I laughed. “You don’t exactly seem up for that at the moment,” I added, absentmindedly scratching at his scalp, my fingers intertwining with his hair.

He exhaustedly leaned his forehead onto my shoulder with a sigh. “Will you still stay if we go back to my apartment?” He asked, voice muffled against my skin. Seems like he got affectionate when drunk and tired, too.

“Yeah, ‘course I’ll stay with you,” I hummed lightly, feeling his frame tense for a moment before ducking off to the side with two, uncovered sneezes. He sighed and stood to his feet, taking a moment to blow his nose once more before sliding his hand into mine before we left the bathroom to say our goodbyes. I raised a slight eyebrow at his semi-intimate action, but supposed it wasn’t too surprising considering we’d just been zip-tied together for the past couple hours.

I made my way around to our friends, most of the time speaking on behalf of myself and Grayson to let them know that we were on our way out. Grayson tried to give his input a few times, but most of the time he was too busy sneezing to get more than three words out around the explosions.

Eventually, we said all of our goodbyes and made our way out of the apartment, heading up the elevator to Grayson’s apartment a few flights up. Although he was out of the cat hair-filled apartment, he was still sneezing very consistently. I had a feeling that he was going to be doing that for a majority of the night.

After finally entering Grayson’s apartment, he immediately went over to a box of tissues sitting on his counter and blew his nose roughly, the vibrations causing a few itchy sneezes immediately afterwards.

“You really should get out of those clothes and shower. I bet there’s cat hair all over,” I mentioned, locking the apartment door behind me.

I saw Grayson’s nose twinge at my comment, heaving another gasp and ducking forward into the awaiting tissues in his hand with a final sneeze.

“hhih-hIRSHhhhU! Oh, sorry. *snff!* But...your clothes and body also probably have cat hh-hair on them too, hmm?” Grayson said with a raised brow, coughing ticklishly for a moment before glancing down at me with a glint in his glassy eyes.

“...Yeah, they probably do. I can go home and change if you want me to, I’ll be right back--” I started, getting cut off by Grayson taking a few steps closer to me, tilting my head up to look at him with a large hand under my chin.

“Nuh-uh, that’s not what I’m s-saahh...say-HIHSHHIEW!-SHIEWW! hhIH’ESHHHUU!” Grayson quickly ducked to the side with the uncovered, spraying sneezes before continuing where he had left off. I was forcing my mind to stay on topic - stop thinking about him sneezing, please, Sage - as he spoke.

“If I’m already gonna shower off, and you need to shower too…” Grayson trailed off, rheumy eyes glancing down at me with want.

A smile tugged at my lips, the implication quickly setting in. “I mean, it would conserve water if we both showered together,” I shrugged with a grin, faux-apathetic at the situation.

Grayson’s lips mirrored mine at my answer, ducking his head slightly down with a low chuckle. He took my hand, leading me through his bedroom and into the bathroom. He leaned past the shower curtain to turn on the shower and let it heat up.

As Grayson turned around, I laid a caressing hand on his upper arm, my other hand tugging him closer by the waist. I pressed upwards, my eyes fluttering shut as our lips pressed together needily.

The room started to get hotter and fill with steam as we made out, bodies pressed flush together. At some point, Grayson had lifted me to sit on the counter, allowing for a more comfortable experience, as it diminished the height difference quite a bit.

After a few minutes, I managed to pull myself away from his lips. He chased after them for a moment before looking down at me with a disappointed look, causing a light laugh to bubble up from my chest.

“The water’s definitely hot enough, we can’t leave it running forever,” I pointed out with a grin.

Grayson groaned, stepping away from my body begrudgingly, stripping his shirt off. I tried to not be too obvious about my staring at his chest as I myself started stripping my clothes off. But, based on the glazed-over look in Grayson’s eyes as he watched me strip that I knew had nothing to do with the alcohol or allergies, I was sure he was feeling the same way.

I pulled back the curtain back to step into the shower, and Grayson stepped in behind me at my heels. Once adjusting to the heat of the water hitting me, I turned to Grayson, the water hitting my back and wetting my hair. I tilted my head slightly to the side when his back was facing me, his hand bracing himself against the tile wall.

“Are you okay, Gray--”

“hIISSHHhU! hASSHhhIEW! AT’SHHIEW! HIESSHhhU!-ESSHHU!-ISSHIEW! hhEH! HADJSSHHU!”

“Oh, bless you,” I mentioned softly, glancing up at Grayson when he finally turned around to face me. I had been a bit...distracted, to say the least, my eyes glued to his shuddering back muscles as he sneezed.

He sniffled liquidly a few times, his hand coming up to scrub at his red, pulsating nose. “Sorry, the steam alwahh..always-SSHHIEW-ESHhhU!! God, sorry, the steam always messes with my nose,” Grayson mentioned, as if this was something completely normal for him to say that wasn’t absolutely melting my brain.

He let his gaze roam appreciatively across my body for a few moments before reaching out and tugging me against him with two large hands on my back. I made a small noise of surprise before Grayson attached his lips to mine in a deep kiss. His fingers were pressing into the skin of my lower back, mine against the skin of his bicep, and all I could think about was making this kiss last longer and go deeper and--

All at once, Grayson’s lips were gone from mine, and he was whipping his head to the side to direct a few spraying sneezes towards the ground. The steam was definitely beginning to loosen things up in his sinuses, if the spray that hit my thigh had anything to say about it.

His quadruplet of sneezes reminded me of what we were supposed to be doing in the shower: getting all the cat hair off. I pulled slightly away from Grayson when he leaned back in to reconnect our lips, laughing softly at the little whine it elicited from him.

“Come on, wash everything off,” I encouraged, giving him a little push in the direction of the hot water. Begrudgingly, and through many sneezes, Grayson washed off his body and quickly shampooed his hair as well, mentioning regretfully that he was sure that some cat dander ended up caught in his hair.

Once he was finished, he pulled me against him with a grin, his large hands caressing my skin with body wash as he helped me wash off my body, pressing kisses across my neck, shoulders, anywhere he could reach, really, as he did so.

He tried to keep directing sneezes away from me, but when they came on as fast as Grayson’s did, he ended up catching me in the crossfire more than a few times. Not that he noticed. He was a bit...preoccupied at the moment, and I was more than distracted.

After a few more deep kisses, which resulted in my back being pressed the wall of the shower, with Grayson in front of me and his lips moving sensually against mine, I managed to pull back slightly.

“We should really take this to the bed,” I breathed out, eyes flicking up to meet Grayson’s. Both of our eyes were filled with desire, a glazed-over look in our gazes.

He gave my hip a squeeze in agreement, his head ducking down with a small fit of allergic sneezes. They were definitely starting to slow down since being in the shower, which was a good sign. Grayson reached behind him and shut off the shower water, taking my hand and helping me out. After both of our bodies were mostly dry, Grayson sent me a wicked grin and lead me out of the bathroom towards his bed...

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I started to bleed into consciousness the next morning as the light filtered through the window. I absently noticed a slight pressure at my neck, moving around, but I was much too dampened with sleep to realize anything that was happening. I began awakening more at the sound and feeling of warm air being released across my collarbone. What…?

My eyes blinked open, squinting against the harsh light from the window. Ugh, way too bright… Gaining a bit more semblance of the current situation, I finally recognized that Grayson was at my back, his arm thrown over my waist tugging my body close to his, and his face buried in my neck.

Heat trickled to my cheeks as I also began to realize that the moving pressure against my neck was Grayson rubbing his nose back and forth against my neck in his sleep. Jesus Christ. Yeah, he really was going to be the death of me one day.

Grayson mumbled incoherently in his sleep, pressing closer to me and tightening his arm around my waist minutely. I smiled fondly, affection written across my face and bleeding through my veins. You shouldn’t be getting that feeling in your chest this early, Sage, you’re not his girlfriend, A voice in my head told me.

But, tilting my head back to catch a glimpse of Grayson’s sleeping body, I shoved that voice out of my mind for the time being. It was still early in the morning, and I could blame the fleeting, too-affectionate feelings on the early time.

With another slight shift, Grayson scrunched up his nose, scrubbing it back and forth harshly against the skin between my neck and shoulder, beginning to sniffle softly. His lips parted to draw in two soft, stuttering breaths. Nnhh...hh…

As Grayson didn’t stop his motions, I began to realize what was inevitably going to happen. Without disturbing his position too much, I wrenched my head around to glance back at Grayson again. His eyebrows were pinched together, the itch crawling through his sinuses causing the beginnings of the crumpling of his facial features.

As I lazily glanced over at him, a harsher hitch told me that the itch was growing, and fast. hh...hiH’iiH!... His nose had scrunched up as he pushed it against my skin harder, creases forming on the bridge of his nose as he took in soft hitches through his parted lips.

After a few moments of waiting, I quickly realized that, though the itch was building, the blanket of sleep wasn’t going to let Grayson get the tickle out. He scrubbed his nose back and forth against the skin of my neck, his face scrunched up in his sleep and his breath stuttering with hitches on every inhale. But, again, the poor guy just wasn’t waking up. The tickle wasn’t big enough. Well, I could help with that.

I reached back, inching my nail feather-lightly down the scrunched up bridge of his nose and circled around his twitchy, flaring nostrils. Almost immediately after I took my finger away to move back to my previous position, Grayson’s face completely crumpled and he took in a few very vocal hitches. Oh yeah, he was definitely over the edge now. I turned my head back and placed it back on the pillow in its original position just before the sneezes hit.

“hehH-haAH! ATTSHhhHIEW! hH’hhAESSHhHu! eehh! ETSSHHhhU!--unnhh…*snff!*”

Grayson, still half-asleep and completely helpless to the allergic tickle, didn’t even think about covering his sneezes in his current state. Instead, the uncovered, unrestrained sneezes sprayed across my neck, collarbone, and shoulder, making me shudder. With each release, Grayson unintentionally tugged me closer with the hand around my torso. He let out a soft, sleepy, spent groan after the three sneezes, finally starting to shake off the sleepiness and come to consciousness.

“Bless you,” I let out warmly, now glancing over at him and reaching my hand back to card my hand through his hair.

Seemingly realizing just now that I was there, Grayson’s eyes slammed open and looked up at me. I gave him a small, knowing grin before his face flushed pink and he, very obviously flustered, pushed his face to hide in the crook of my neck with an embarrassed groan.

“Ugghh, did I just…? On your…? Ughhh...” He asked with another flustered groan, his voice muffled against my skin. As much as he had definitely been not aware of what he was doing when he had sneezed, he was starting to piece it together now.

I giggled lightly at his sheepish and blushy demeanor, continuing to affectionately card my fingers through his hair and scratch at his scalp. “It’s okay, you’re all good,” I assured with a soft hum, a fond smile across my lips. Again, understatement of the goddamn century.

“No, it’s not, I just sneezed on you, that’s so gross and the opposite of ‘okay’, I’m so sorry--” Grayson began to ramble, his mumbling words still pressed into my neck where he was still hiding. I cut him off quickly, not wanting the guy to talk himself in a circle of apologies forever.

“Grayson, I’m absolutely sure it’s completely fine. You were sleeping, you couldn’t help it,” I reassured, tugging lightly at his hair to try to get his face to emerge from its spot pushed into my neck so he’d look at me.

I smiled up at him when he lifted his face to look down at me, his cheeks still very obviously red with blush. Adorable. “I’m still sorry. I always sneeze in the morning, right when I wake up, I’m pretty sure it’s ‘cause my medicine wears off by the morning and all the duhhst and pollen and shih-iiH! Sorry, I gohhttasneeze-! hhIIISSSHhHU!” He picked his head up a bit more to direct the itchy, sudden sneeze away from me.

I reached up, cupping his cheek with my hand once he was done sneezing. “Bless you. I’m telling you, I really don’t mind. It’s okay,” I said warmly, yet again trying to reassure him that his sneezing was fine. More than fine, really. Though, he didn’t know all that about me yet.

His eyes shifted to look down at mine, his body now being propped up with his elbow next to me, while I was still laying on my back. His eyes softened when they met mine, seemingly analyzing me for a moment.

“You’re so...I can’t even describe it. I know I was talking about it last night, and all of it was completely true, you’re just always so nice and kind about it and just brush it all off, even though I know my allergies can be kind of...well, a lot, to say the least, and you always make it seem like it’s so normal and fine and-and you just...You…”

Grayson seemingly couldn’t find the words to continue what he was trying to say. His lips just quirked up softly and he leaned down to press a long, deep kiss to my lips in lieu of words. I smiled against his lips, easily returning the kiss and pushing all my fondness and acceptance for the guy through it.

He pulled back eventually, soft eyes looking down into mine. My lips quirked up and my thumb was brushing absentmindedly across his cheek where my hand rested. Something new seemed to flash in his eyes, making his face contort into an expression I wasn’t sure I’d seen before. He seemed to realize something, but that fond look was still present and written in his features.

“I...I really like you, Sage. Like, really like you. And I don’t know if you feel the same way, and I’m fine with keeping things how they are if you want to but...I’d really love for you to be my girlfriend. And I know maybe it’s too early, and it’s totally fine if you don’t want that, but I just--Oh!”

Yet again, I cut off his rambling. (He was rambling a lot this morning. Again, adorable.). This time, by tugging him down and capturing his lips in a searing, deep kiss, our lips moving together slowly. I began to pull away and my eyes fluttered open, giggling softly with a smile against his lips.

Grayson took a quick moment to recover from the deep kiss, his eyes still a little glazed over as he looked down at me, a grin quickly spreading across his lips that he seemingly couldn’t hold back. My face was radiating happiness, a mirror of his, as he asked: “Soo, is that a yes?”

#literally one of my favs of these two #again thank you so much smallsnzplz bc your beautiful scenario about the fifth-and-cuff did not leave my brain and forced me to write this #also woooooo they're official #OC: Grayson #OC: Sage #snzario #snzfic #also please send me more scenarios for me to write about these two because i <3 them #my writing

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Hancuffed together Chapter 3: ‘Free’

Summary: Loki and you were hancuffed together, because the team was sick of the two fo you not getting along. Today they come finally back from a mission, setting you ‘free’ from Loki. Word count: 2.579 words

Warnings: Smut, dubious consent, knifeplay, praise A/N: I wrote another chapter, hope you like it. If you have any ideas, suggestions or comments, please let me know :)!

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To say you were physically tired would be an understatement. Loki had you in a tight grip, still asleep. He had woken you two times that night to ‘play with you’ as he liked to put it. He was breaking you down. Each time you put up less of a fight and he was starting to push your boundaries. The truth is, you kind of loved what he was doing to your body. It was intense, even painful sometimes, but the pleasure was well worth it. His personality sadly hadn’t changed. He was still as arrogant, egotistic, moody, and snarky as he had always been.

You shook Loki awake, who just grumbled grumpily at you. ‘I’m hungry’ you said. He turned around to lay on his back, eyes still closed. ‘Sounds like a you-problem’ he replied. You sat up straight and tugged a few times at the cuffs. Loki sighed but got up with you. The two of you were eating breakfast in silence. Even tough you were fixing your eyes on your eggs, you felt Loki’s gaze boring into you. You were startled when the rest of the team loudly made their entrance. ‘Tony, you owe me 10 bucks’ Steve said. ‘Ho, ho, there is still time’ Tony replied. ‘So, how has the lovely couple been doing for the past two days?’ he mused. You both glared at Tony who put his hands up in defence ‘Let me rephrase, how are the two of you doing?’ he quickly said.

‘Fine’ you said irritated at Tony and Loki just nodded. ‘How was the mission?’ Loki asked. Natasha quickly explained that they were staking out and tracking some people of Hydra, but hadn’t had much luck. You were waiting impatiently until she was done. ‘So, can we take these off now?’ you asked holding up the cuffs. ‘Sure’ Steve said, motioning for Tony to take them off. ‘How do we know it worked?’ Thor asked them. Everyone looked at the two of you. ‘We’ve come to an understanding’ Loki replied for the both of you. A big smile appeared on Thor’s face ‘I say we keep them together for this day. To be sure they truly improved their behaviour’. If you could murder people by glaring at them, you had just murdered Thor. Before you could protest Loki had already agreed. If you disagreed know, they surely wouldn’t believe the two of you. ‘Can we just take them off for half an hour? So, I can take a shower?’ you asked. After the group had a quick discussion they agreed. But only if you and Loki would willingly put the cuffs back on after half an hour. If not, the two of you were on house arrest together for the rest of the month.

After you were free, even if it was for a short amount of time, you quickly walked to your room and locked the door. You got rid of your clothes and jumped into the shower. It felt good to have some alone time. After a while there was a knock on the door ‘You have 10 minutes left’ Tony said. ‘Just one more day, you can do this’ you whispered to yourself. You got out of the shower and dried yourself off. You walked back to the bedroom to get some clothes out of your closet. That’s when you saw a dark green bustier on the bed with a matching thong. There was a note next to it which elegantly spelled your name. You opened the note: See you in 10 minutes, kitten – L. There was no way you were wearing that. He could be such an asshole sometimes. You were wondering how he even got in here. You checked the door, but it was still locked. It donned on you that the both of you had your powers back. And this must be Loki’s passive aggressive way of telling you that he could go and come as he pleases.

You were absolutely furious at Loki. But two could play it this game. You got dressed and instead of the green lingerie you chose your red bra and thong. If things did get out of hand, and you had a feeling they will, he will be pissed at you for wearing his brother’s colours. After you got dressed you walked back to the living room, where Tony was already waiting with the cuffs. He had an amused smile on his face. Loki entered shortly after you, having a blank expression on his face. Tony cuffed the two of you back together and the rest of the team went about there day. You had to be honest, cuffed together with Loki was awkward at first, but now that the team was here it was a whole lot more uncomfortable.

The two of you settled down on the couch. You both were reading a book, but this time you both had different books and you were wearing more clothes than the last time Loki ‘wanted to read’. After a while Steve wanted to play a boardgame. At first you didn’t want to play, but Loki convinced you that it would be good to show the rest of the team you indeed got along. Thor and Clint joined you and you had to admit you had fun. Loki was friendly, relaxed and funny. You wondered why he wasn’t like that all the time or why you were the only person he didn’t treat like that. After dinner the whole team decided to watch a movie. You really wanted to go to bed, but would only do that once you were free.

You felt someone shaking your shoulder. You woke up and realized that you had fallen asleep during the movie. You blamed Loki for keeping you up all night. The most embarrassing thing is that you fell asleep on his shoulder. The rest of the team, except Tony, were already gone. Tony handed Loki the key and walked out of the living room. Loki grinned at you ‘Don’t for a second that when we’re not cuffed together that you’re free off me’. You sighed ‘Can’t we just leave these days for what they were?’ Loki seemed to ponder over the question, and while you were waiting for him to respond you realized, you didn’t know what response you wanted. You were holding your breath, waiting for him to answer you, which he took a long time doing. He uncuffed the two of you. You rubbed your wrist, it felt good to be free. Loki shot you a wicked grin ‘No, you are mine’

Your breath hitched and you got up, making your way back to your bedroom. To your surprise Loki wasn’t following you. You closed the door behind you, but knew he would be able to enter when he wanted to. You were startled when you heard a low voice right next to your ear ‘Going somewhere, kitten?’. You weren’t proud of it but shrieked a little. You were spun around and now facing Loki, who was towering over you with his dominant figure. ‘Or did you just forget what you agreed to yesterday?’ he purred. His eyes were sparkling full of mischief. ‘I- I said those things because you made me, I didn’t mean that’ you began to argue. ‘I think you did, you’re just too ashamed to admit it’ Loki said while smiling wickedly. You opened your mouth to tell him to get lost, but he grabbed you and slid his tongue inside of your mouth. You were getting lost in the kiss, the fight almost left you.

Then you realized you had your powers. You pushed him off you and immediately raised a shield around yourself. You thought Loki would be angry, but he seemed to be amused. A green fire bolt appeared in his hand and that’s when you realized, he also had his powers back. He shot the green bolt at you, making your shield crumble. ‘This isn’t fair’ you half yelled at him. He smile only widened, he knew it wasn’t. Your magical nature was healing, while his was that of a warrior. He was trained to fight, you were trained to help and aid. He grabbed you by your waist. You tried to form a magic bolt of your own, but when Loki bit down your neck, you lost your concentration and the bolt disappeared from your hands. He threw you down the bed. You tried to scramble away from him, but an invisible force tied your hands to the headboard. You were struggling against the invisible bonds, but they only tightened around you. ‘Stop struggling, kitten. You know you want this’ Loki sighed. ‘I don’t. Stop!’ you said to him. One of his eyebrows shot up ‘Really? You didn’t put up much of a fight’ he said. ‘I literally put a shield around me’ you argued. He just smirked at you ‘One of your weakest types of shields and you haven’t tried to paralyze me or anything. So, like I said you didn’t really fight me. We both know you want this’

With a wave of his hand Loki made all your regular clothes disappear, leaving you in nothing but your lingerie. Your red lingerie. You hadn’t seen anyone going from amused to furious so fast. The bonds on your hands tightened. Loki wasn’t saying anything to you, but his face made you absolutely terrified. You wanted to make him angry, but now that he was you felt like you made a dangerous mistake. In an instant Loki conjured up a knife and held it to your throat. ‘Looks like someone has been a very bad girl’ he growled in your ear. You started to panic, not daring to move an inch. ‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry’ you whispered while fighting back tears. Loki was sliding the knife against the length of your throat. ‘If you’re so sorry, why do it in the first place?’ he asked you. You really wished Loki wasn’t the God of Lies right now. But since he was, you decided to just be honest. ‘I wanted to make you mad’ you said meekly. Loki laughed darkly ‘Well, you have succeeded’

‘I’m s- sorry’ you began to sob. ‘Since you’re new at this and you seem to understand the gravity of your mistake, I will let you off easy’ he purred. His hand grabbed your hair and he pulled hard, making you bare your throat to him. ‘But let me be clear, don’t let it happen again’ he said. ‘Yes’ you replied. He let go of your hair and you relaxed a bit. You felt the tip of the dagger against your throat, which made you tense up again. ‘Now, stay very still or this is going to be a very painful experience’ he commanded you. His blade travelled downwards over your chest, between your breasts. It slid effortlessly through your bra and your breast sprung free. You tried to keep your breathing even, but were startled at how sharp the knife actually was. Loki smirked when he saw your breasts and started to slide the knife around to play with them. Still extremely scared you couldn’t help that tears were running over your cheeks. When Loki looked up at you his expression changed, and you would almost say he was looking concerned.

With his other hand he strokes the tears from your face. ‘Sssh, there’s no need for that darling. You’re doing great so far. Just relax and trust me’ he told you with a soothing voice. Like it was the easiest thing to do right now. You did notice that the pressure of the knife slightly decreased. Loki was sliding the knife up and down your stomach, right above your panties. You took a deep breath and relaxed as much as you could. ‘That’s it, just submit to me’ he purred. Loki slowly cut through the sides of your panties. The sight was somehow quite erotic. The fabric fell from you and Loki withdrew the knife. ‘You did really well, kitten’ he praised you. Loki spread your legs further and placed himself in between them. The invisible bonds faltered, and you laid your hands on his chest. He gave you a smile, which you thought looked quite genuine.

He bent down to kiss you. It started out slow, but he got hungrier and started to kiss you faster. You enjoyed the way his lips felt on yours and how he tasted. You felt his hardened cock nudge at your entrance. You involuntarily bucked your hips, trying to get him inside of you. Loki chuckled darkly against your lips ‘I knew it’ he said in between his kisses. You felt him slowly pushing inside of you, making you moan very loud. Loki had left your mouth and was kissing you up and down your neck. You felt him smile against your skin when you moaned. He started to thrust in and out of you. He stopped kissing you and sat up straight. He was quick to put one of his legs over his shoulder, giving him a better angle. With every moan you made he thrusted faster inside of you. You heard him starting to mutter things under his breath, but you were too far gone to register what he was saying. His hand sought out your clit and you cried from pleasure when he started to stroke it lightly. ‘Please, Loki please make me cum’ you begged him. A little bit surprised that the words left your mouth before you could think about it. Loki seemed to be very pleased with your reaction and puts more pressure on your clit. He himself started to moan and you knew he was as close as you are. After a few more thrusts you walls clenched around his cock and you came hard. It triggered Loki’s own orgasm and you felt his seed spilled inside of you.

Loki pulled out of you and cleaned the both of you up with a hand gesture. That was an upside of Loki having his magic back you thought. He shimmered himself a pair of pyjama pants and laid down in your bed. You just stared at him ‘You’re staying?’ you asked him. He laid on his back, a hand behind his head, looking up at you. ‘Of course, I am’ he said, like you were stupid to even think otherwise. ‘I do suggest you wear something tonight, or you won’t be getting any sleep’ he purred. Not really sure how to get him out of your bed, you decided to let him sleep in your bed for this one time. You grabbed your own pyjama from underneath your pillow. It existed of a pair of black shorts and a red top. You were staring at the top and back at Loki. He was having an amused look on his face, wondering what you were going to do. After you put on the shorts you still were holding the red top. Loki cocked an eyebrow, giving you a ‘really?’-look. When you saw it you quickly threw the top on the ground and got under the blankets with him. He pulled you close so your head was on his chest. ‘Good girl’ he whispered. You snuggled closer to him when he said that, hearing him chuckle. He started to stroke your back and play with your hair, making you fall asleep fast.

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