#my warm up takes like 1-2 hours and then it's like oh my god my brain is mush from thinking

[sadiesdoll]

sevika with a breeding kink. ♡ | 2 |

drunk!sevika x reader. | sevika is cumming inside of you !! (mdni ♡) sevika with a breeding kink. ♡ (1)

contains: breeding kink, forced drooling, spit play, praise kink, body praise, worship kink, clit play, daddy kink (im sorry.), size kink, finger sucking, hair pulling, strength kink, magic dick growing potion thingy, possessive language, mirror sex, alcohol use (both parties intoxicated but consenting), backshots, thigh riding & aftercare ♡

a/n: the content warnings are scaring me omg I promise it’s not that hardcore.. more desperate!sevika for yew guys cus ily ♡

Enjoy ♡

Jinx blinks. Just once. Then again.

“..You good?"

Sevika looks like sin incarnate—glassy red eyes, teeth sunk into her bottom lip, arms caged tight around your waist like she'll die if she lets go. You're straddling her, panting, flushed, and trembling.

You don't even speak. You just nod, slow and stiff.

Jinx stares for a second longer. Then, as if her brain suddenly boots back up, she gags. "NOPE—NO, actually—you two are sick—freaks—I'm leaving."

The door slams shut before you can even say anything.

Silence.

Then Sevika exhales through her nose, a deep, strangled sound—half-laugh, half-panic.

"She saw," she slurs.

"She's gone," you whisper, still seated on her lap, still catching your breath.

You lean in, nose brushing hers.

"Breathe, baby. You're okay."

Sevika doesn't answer. She trembles.

You can feel her hands still gripping your hips like a lifeline.

Her eyes flicker open. They're darker than before. Wrecked.

"I'm not," she mumbles. "I'm fucking not. You don't get it—You don't—"

"Shhh..." you coo. You kiss the corner of her mouth. "What's goin' on in that crazy brain, huh?"

She huffs. "I can't stop. I can't stop thinking about it. About you. Fuck—look at you—sitting on me like that—grinding like that—your fuckin' body—your smell—your heat—your thighs, fuck-"

Your brows lift in faux-innocence. "You wanna get me pregnant, huh?"

She freezes.

You shift your hips just a little, grinding down soft and slow.

Her head drops back against the floor, a rasp torn from her throat.

You smile, mean and sweet. "You wanna cum so bad inside me, don't you?"

"Keep doing that," she begs, voice raw.

"Say that shit. Say it again." You roll your hips harder, taking your time. Her hands slide to your ass, squeezing so hard it burns.

"Want me like this?" you purr. "You want me slow, needy, makin' a mess on your lap while you try to hold it all in for me?"

"Fuck," she groans. "Don't stop—don't you dare stop—“

The moment stretches. Gets heavier. Wetter. The wet spot between your thighs grows, soaking through your shorts and onto her jeans, darkening the denim right where her cock would be. You know she feels it. Her body shudders.

Sevika lifts her head. Looks down. Sees it.

And her entire soul exits her body.

"Oh my God," she whispers. Like she's seen an angel. "You're soaked."

You smile slow. "I know.”

"I didn't even touch you yet," she says in awe. "Didn't even—fuck—what the fuck."

Her hand slides between your bodies, cupping you right over the wet patch.

You whimper, and she moans right with you, palm flexing.

"You're like—dripping." She's talking to herself now. "Just from grinding. That's—fuck, baby."

You lean down, breath warm against her ear. "You're lucky I love you like this."

Then she snaps.

She grabs your thighs, stands up with you still straddling her, and walks straight to the bedroom, jaw clenched like a man on a mission.

You yelp. "Baby—!"

She throws you onto the bed—soft but heavy, just enough to knock the air from your lungs.

Then she rushes to the dresser and pulls out a little vial of glowing, dark-blue liquid.

You stare. "What is that..?"

Sevika hesitates. Her fingers are trembling.

"It's a potion," she mutters. "Magic. I—I got it from this guy. At that fucked up bar in Stillwater."

You blink. "Okaaaay... what does it do?"

She swallows hard. "It gives me a cock.

A real one. For an hour."

Your stomach drops. "Wait—what?"

"I've been keeping it," she says, voice low, raw with shame. "For months. I didn't know if you'd want it—if you'd hate it—I didn't wanna scare you. But I can't—fuck—baby, I need you. I can't pretend anymore."

You sit up slowly, eyes softening. "You kept that from me?"

"I'm sorry," she chokes. "I was scared. I didn't want you to think I was fucked in the head. I just—please tell me you're not mad. Please—please tell me you still want this."

You crawl to the edge of the bed, cup her face, and whisper, "I-I want you in every way you want me.”

And that's when she loses her mind— 

Her eyes—fucking blown, wild, locked on you like a starving animal—flicker to your face as if asking one last time. One last chance to back out. One last breath before drowning.

You nod, panting. “It’s okay.”

And you just whisper, "Do it, Sev."

Your lips just barely touch hers when Sevika grabs your hips and rolls you underneath her.

"Lay back," she growls. Her voice is wrecked. "Show me."

You obey instantly, falling onto your back, thighs already spread for her.

Sevika crawls over you, hovering—one knee between your legs, one hand braced beside your head, the other still clutching that glowing blue vial like her life depends on it.

"You sure?" she breathes.

"Sevika," you whisper, trembling,

"Drink it."

She pops the cork with her teeth and downs it in one gulp.

The change is instant. Her whole body jolts, muscles tightening beneath her skin. She groans through gritted teeth, grabbing at the bedframe like she's grounding herself. Then her eyes snap open, bloodshot and wide.

And you feel it. A hot, pulsing pressure growing between her legs. She shudders, staring down at you like she's about to lose her mind.

"I can feel it," she pants. "Fuck—I can feel you already-"

You whimper. "C'mere, baby. Let me see."

She leans back, undoes her belt with shaking hands, and drags her jeans down her hips. You blink—

And your whole body goes stiff.

Thick. Heavy. Veiny. Leaking.

"Oh…. my God."

Sevika's face is pure, desperate hunger.

"You still want this, right?"

Your legs fall open wider. "I need it."

She moans like she's already inside you.

"Fuck, fuck—Baby, look at you—“

Her hands roam like she doesn't know where to touch first. She palms your tits, mouth crashing down to suck and bite at your nipples until you're whining and arching under her. One hand moves lower, sliding between your legs, feeling how wet you are—

"Shit," she pants. "You're dripping. You're gonna take all of it, yeah?"

You nod frantically. "Yes, baby—I promise. Just fuck me—please—“

"No," she whispers. "Not like this."

She grabs you and manhandles your body off the bed, dragging you toward the giant floor mirror mounted to the wall. She kneels behind you, legs spread, guiding your ass down onto her lap.

"Want you to watch," she growls, licking a stripe up your neck. "Want you to see yourself cum all over me."

You moan as her tip nudges your cunt.

She holds you tight. "You ready, angel?"

You whimper. "Fuck me, Daddy—please—“

Sevika freezes. Her breath catches. Her arms flex around you like she might break in half.

“...Say that again."

You smirk, eyes hazy. "Please, Daddy. I want it so bad—I wanna feel all of you—“

She slams up into you in one deep, brutal thrust.

You scream.

Her hand clamps over your mouth, muffling the cry as her cock slams to the hilt. Your eyes roll back. Your stomach bulges—visibly. Sevika sees it in the mirror, sees the thick outline of her dick pressing up through your gut— and she fucking collapses.

She bends low, breath hitching, kissing a trail down your trembling torso while she moans against your skin.

“Look," she breathes, mouth still on your throat, voice muffled and shaky. Her hand grabs your jaw, turns you to the mirror. 

"Look what I'm doing to you," she slurs against your skin, still kissing between the words like she can't help herself.

"Mmm—Too big—“ you whimper.

"You're taking it," she growls. "You're fuckin' made for it—"

Her free hand slides down your body, rubbing messy, wet circles over your clit. You gasp, thighs twitching.

"Mmngh! Sev—!”

"Such a good fuckin' girl," she slurs. "So pretty—so full—Daddy's got you, yeah?"

You nod frantically, tears running down your face. "I'm yours—fuck—I'm yours-“

She grabs your chin and shoves two fingers into your mouth. "Suck."

You moan and obey, drool spilling out, running down your chin and soaking her whole hand. Sevika groans, fucking up into you harder, faster, letting your spit coat her fingers before pulling them out and shoving them between your legs, rubbing your clit with your own spit.

“Ohhh—fuck—Fuckfuckfuck—“

"Like that? Like when I force you to drool all over me?" she growls. "So messy—so fuckin' wet—You're dripping all over my fingers—“

You try to respond, but all that comes out is a garbled moan. Sevika leans in and bites your shoulder, hard, as her hips snap up again.

"Beg," she pants. "Say it. Say ‘Please, Daddy.'"

"Please, Daddy," you sob. "Please please please—don't stop—I need it—"

Her pace gets brutal.

Every thrust hits deep, hitting the same spot over and over until your whole body's shaking, your gut visibly bulging with every slam.

"Feel that?" she hisses. "That's how deep I am. Nobody else'll ever get this far, baby—nobody."

Your legs buckle. She holds you up.

You clench around her, so close it hurts.

"Holy shit—I-I'm gonna cum—“

"No," she growls, and suddenly pulls out—

You squeal.

"Fuck—!"

"Face down. Ass up. Now."

“Why—“

“Do it.”

You scramble to obey, legs shaking, falling into position on the bed. Sevika climbs behind you, grabs your hair, and yanks.

"Good girl," she pants. "So fuckin' obedient for me."

She slides in again—deeper than before. You scream into the pillows.

Sevika watches your body in the mirror, sees you arching back into her, taking every inch like you were made for it.

"Say it again," she begs. "Say 'Daddy."

Tears run down your face. "Daddy—Daddy please—don't stop—“

She whimpers, "Fuck—I love it when you call me that, princess."

She leans over you, chest to your back, hand sneaking under to rub your clit again.

"You're gonna cum for me," she whispers. "Gonna milk me for everything l've got. Gonna take it like a good little cumslut. You want me to breed you, baby?"

You nod, sobbing. 

"F—Fuck," she gasps, voice cracking.

"Baby—I'm close—shit—gonna cum-"

You twist around to look at her, barely able to breathe. "Y-you're gonna cum?" you whisper, clenching around her on purpose. "You gonna fill me up, Sev?"

She groans, nearly folding over you, arms trembling. "Fuck—fuck—don't say that—"

"Why not?" you whisper, teasing, lips brushing her jaw. "Don't I feel so good around you? Y—Fuck—You like how I squeeze you, baby?"

"So fucking good," she chokes out, rolling her hips deeper, slower. "You're perfect, shit—l- fuck—I can’t—“

She bites your neck and cums inside you with a guttural moan, hips stuttering as she fills you to the brim. You break with her, crying out as your orgasm hits, walls fluttering around her cock as she throbs inside you.

Your reflection shows it all—your open mouth, your tears, her possessive grip, her whole body trembling against yours.

She stays inside. Doesn't move. Just pants into your shoulder, arms wrapped around you like a cage.

"Fuck," she whispers. "You're mine."

You whimper softly, your body limp in her hold—but Sevika doesn't pull out.

Instead, she presses a slow kiss to the back of your shoulder. Then another, lower. Her mouth trails down, lazy and warm, brushing over your spine. 

You twitch, breath catching when her lips dip lower, lower, until she's kissing the curve of your lower back.

She groans quietly, hands gripping your hips—then sliding down to squeeze your ass, possessive and worshipful.

"Fuck," she mutters against your skin, voice raspy, almost delirious. "Look at you... look at this perfect fuckin' body..."

You whine, cheek smushed against the pillow. "Sev..."

But she's not done. She climbs back up, her front still flush to your back, cock still inside you, thick and twitching. She presses soft, open-mouthed kisses behind your ear, down your neck, her breath hot and uneven.

"You're so fucking beautiful," she slurs, like she's drunk on you. "Your little sounds, your body—mine, all mine—I'm so fucking lucky..."

You moan softly, overwhelmed, gasping when her hips roll again—slowly, deeply, dragging her still-hard cock along your overstimulated walls.

"Fuck—Sev..." you whimper, thighs shaking, "s-still?"

"Mmhm," she hums into your ear, voice thick with need. "Still hard, baby. You feel too good. Gotta ride it out..."

She thrusts again, slow and deep and praising, her grip firm on your hips. You try to keep up, try to arch your back again for her, but your arms shake and your body sags.

You let out a broken little cry, muffled into the sheets. "I'm tired... it's too much f'me..."

Sevika's hands slide up your sides, holding you gently but firmly. Her lips graze your ear again.

"Mmno," she murmurs. "Don't do that, baby. Don't go soft on me now."

You whimper again, already crying. "C-can't..."

"Yes, you can," she whispers, voice tender but commanding. "Just a little more, princess. C'mon, arch that pretty back for me. Be good for Daddy..."

She kisses your temple, then nips your earlobe as her hips start rocking again—slow, deliberate, drawing out every second of the overstimulation like she's savoring your cries.

"You were made for this," she breathes.

"Made for me."

Your voice is broken, whimpery, barely a whisper: "You feel so good inside me..."

Sevika stills, chest heaving against your back. "Yeah?" she breathes, low and rough, almost like it hurts to speak.

You nod fast, breath catching. "I love it. I love your dick so much, Sev—I love the way it makes me feel so full—safe.. nobody has ever made me feel like this before.”

She groans.

“And nobody ever will.” She grits out. “Love splitting you open like this.. and actually feeling it—feeling you.”

You whisper, trembling, “You fit so perfect, Sev..”

”I know, angel.” She whispers so softly you barely heard it.

"Still leaking out of you..." she mumbles, voice raspy, thick with awe. "Fuck. Look at that. You're dripping, baby."

Her thumbs spread you just to see it-her cum sliding out of your swollen pussy in slow, messy rivulets. Her cock still buried deep, keeping it inside like a plug. She watches it for a second. Then thrusts again.

Slow. Deep. Possessive.

She plants more kisses down your neck, “You’re fucking gorgeous, Y’know that?”

“Shut up.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You're barely coherent by the time she slows down. Just soft, choked whimpers escaping your lips, face flushed and wet with tears, body twitching under hers.

Sevika finally exhales shakily into your neck, body trembling. "Holy fuck..."

She pulls out slowly, and you gasp—your whole body shudders at the stretch and the heat that spills out of you, dripping messily down your thighs.

You blink blearily at the mirror, eyes wide as you glance down between your legs.

"Jesus….." you croak. "I didn't know it was that big."

Sevika lets out a breathless laugh against your back, still catching her breath. "Didn't feel that big when I was stuffing you full like a good girl?"

You shove her arm weakly with a whine, collapsing fully onto the mattress.

She sinks down beside you, both of you half-naked, sweaty, and shaking. Her hand finds your waist. She's quiet for a second, pressing gentle kisses into your shoulder.

You can feel her heartbeat pounding against your back.

"..you okay?" she mumbles, almost shyly.

You nod into the sheets. "Mhm. Just... full. Fucked out. Pretty sure my soul left my body."

She lets out a low chuckle, nose brushing your cheek. "Good."

You snort. "Good?"

"Yeah," she says quietly, possessively.

"I want you ruined. Want you walkin'around tomorrow knowing nobody's ever gonna touch you like this."

"Jesus," you whisper, laughing breathlessly. "You're crazy."

"For you?" she hums. "Every fucking time."

Your chest tightens at that. You roll slightly to face her, and she pulls you close without hesitation, burying her face in your neck.

"You're so pretty when you cry," she mumbles against your skin. "So fuckin' soft. My favorite girl."

You blush, heart melting. "You're gonna make me cry again..."

She just kisses your jaw. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Then suddenly, she sits up and scoops you into her arms like you weigh nothing.

"Sev!" you squeal, clinging to her neck.

"What?"

"Nothing.. you're just really strong..." you mumble against her collarbone.

She smirks, carrying you toward the bathroom. "Yeah? You like that?"

"Mhm..." you whimper. "My strong girl..."

"Damn right," she grunts, nudging the door open with her foot. "Strong enough to keep you like this forever."

You shiver. "Forever?"

She kisses your forehead. "‘M not going anywhere."

this is so lazy and i hate it but u guys asked for p2 so ofc i had to give it to you ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

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[kaisollisto]

[seasprincess]

Love is in the air? 💘

pt 1 || pt 2

Spencer Reid x reader. !fluff

Synopsis: a certain agent has picked up on a little chemistry between you and genius

warnings: none

Spencer Reid is a genius. Everyone knows it. With his 187 IQ, ability to read 20,000 words per minute and knowledge on so many subjects.

But they all mean nothing when you’re involved.

He shouldn’t get like this around you. Get all flustered and shy. Tripping over words when his eyes lock with yours. Watching as you bat your eyelashes at him when he goes on one of his rambles. Everyone else wants him to be quiet, but you? You look and listen to him like he's a prophet and you're his die hard follower.

But as Spencer lacks in the relationship department it means he doesn't catch onto the way you flirt with him. The way you smile and laugh a bit too hard at his jokes the rest of the team didn’t even crack a smile for. He’s blind when it comes to all the signs that you like him back.

But the rest of the team isn’t blind to those eyes you give him. For them it’s like watching a cartoon character’s eyes turn into hearts everytime you look at the genius.

But there’s one person on the team who notices these little glances between you too. Notices the way Spencer stares at you. And he’s decided to play cupid.

Ladies man Derek Morgan is sat across from you on the jet. Smirking as he gestures for you to take off the headphones that were blasting some new pop song.

“Yeah?” You say as you look at him, slightly on edge because of the muscular man's smirk. His eyes show that this conversation is going to make you uncomfortable. Thank god the rest of the team are either asleep or distracted doing something else.

“So you and Reid. What's going on?” The agent says as he tilts his head slightly. Of course he’s going to use his detective skills to use and analyse you.

With his words your cheeks heat up like the plane had suddenly just got really warm. You feel warm. A blush spread across your cheeks too. Usually you'd try to play off these reactions. And you're gonna do just that now.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You try to stay calm, try to not show that his words are affecting you. Why is he asking anyway? Has Reid asked about you? Oh god what if he thinks you're weird? What if Morgan tells him?

“You very much do know what I’m talking about.”

You sigh and put your hands over your face, trying to block out the smirking man that’s asking you the question that makes you want to run home and hide your face in a pillow.

“Is it that obvious?” You say as you look over at Spencer who is fast asleep. He's in the fetal position on the sofa. His arm propped under his head as a makeshift pillow. Completely knocked out from the latest case. He looks so calm which is not a usual look. He’s usually moving about or his mind is running at a million miles per hour. Seeing him like this makes your heart clench, he looks so cute and sweet and-oh my god. You've got it bad.

“It’s obvious to everyone but pretty boy.” Derek’s eyes glance to sleeping Spencer. Not looking at him with the same admiration as you.

You groan again as your forehead is placed on the table in front of you. Work strictly bans relationships between two members but there was no way in denying nor moving past the little situationship between you and the smart guy of the team. You could try to hide it but you'd never be able to get over it. Neither would he. You’re both whipped for each other in whatever geeky way that you both can be.

Spencer and you both being geeky when it comes to your interests meant you both like the same things and that you understand some of his references. Heavy on the some, cause sometimes you have no idea what he’s talking about. His references are just a bit too niche for you to grasp.

“Talk to him.” Derek says casually. Like he hasn't asked you to do one of the most stressful things you can think of involving your personal life.

“Absolutely not.” You reply as you say as you sit up straight in the seat. The jet finally coming in to land after what feels like a

“You gotta do it or you’ll regret it.” He doesn’t give you time to fire back before he leaves your gossip spot, presumably heading for the exit. Which is where he’s going. Not before he hits the sleeping boy's knee to wake him up, making your plan of sneaking past him nearly impossible. Derek just flashes you a smirk before exiting.

Sencer rubs his eyes as he slowly sits up, not wanting to move too quickly to avoid feeling dizzy. He glances down at his watch to only realise he had slept practically the whole journey. People walk past him, saying their goodbyes as he says bye too. Not coherent as he's still sleepy. He looks around the jet before his eyes land on you. You were packing up your things, getting ready to go back to your apartment and probably just crash. The case was really hard on all of you. But Spencer knows you struggle to sleep on planes otherwise he knows you would be fast asleep.

“Good nap?” You say with that sweet smile of yours that makes Spencer’s heart just melt. He has completely and utterly fallen for you. He looks at you softly. His brown eyes look at you softly. From your point of view it’s like looking into a deer's eyes. The big brown orbs looking at you with the sweetest look you've ever seen. But of course you’ll brush it off with the fact it’s because he’s just woken up and not because he could possibly like you.

“Oh um, can’t complain. Other than the fact I have more of my book to read now before I can sleep. Again.” Spencer likes to read a certain amount each night. Not that it takes him any significant amount of words per minute. He could do it in about three minutes.

Spencer reaches down to grab his book that had fallen to the ground due to his snooze.

“Hey so, um, I was wondering.” You say quickly before you can take it back and stop yourself. You know you need to get it out before you change your mind.

“Go for it.” He says with a smile. Standing up and looking into your eyes.

And your brain just melts, you can’t help it. You freeze on the spot and suddenly this seems like a really bad idea. It would be too awkward if he rejected you. What if he thought you were weird? Oh god. This is not a good idea.

“It can wait till tomorrow.” You say, covering up the emotions behind the words you wish you could say. “I’ll see you then. Good night.”

Spencer doesn’t get a chance to react before you've left.

And all he can do is wonder what the hell you were gonna say.

And what he wishes he could’ve said to you.

Part 2

a/n: not proof read😛

@littlelamy

[ariestrxsh]

olderbrothersbsf!matt x innocent!reader

જ⁀➴ ♡ content warning: smut, getting caught, humiliation, thigh riding (kinda), forbidden love, matt and your brother low-key get into a physical altercation

જ⁀➴ ♡ summary: your brother figures out that you and matt have been sneaking around with each other and sleeping together

dividers by @/roseraris

Young God

chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

It was a warm summer evening. The sun was starting to dip below the horizon, casting pink and orange hues across the sky that poured in through the big living room window. Matt and your brother were side-by-side slumped into the cozy couch as their eyes danced across the screen of the television where two wrestlers were both struggling against the other to get the upper hand in the last round of their fight.

"I want to take your sister out on a date," Matt casually mentioned, peering over at your brother and scanning his face for a reaction. It had been a few weeks since you and Matt had started sleeping together, unbeknownst to your brother. "A date?" Your brother reiterated, skepticism radiating in his voice as he narrowed his gaze. "Matt, I've known you for fifteen years. I've never once seen you take a girl out on a proper date."

It was true. Matt had never once taken a girl out, paid for her dinner, and brought her back home at a decent hour. He mostly just had hookups, little flings, and casual sex, almost never with the same girl.

"Also, the answer is no," he scoffed, rolling his eyes at the fact that Matt would even suggest something so absurd. "I'm not asking. Well, I'm not asking you at least. I'm asking your sister. I was just giving you a heads up as a courtesy," Matt smirked, knowing you were already going to say yes.

"What the fuck, Matt? I told you to stay away from her," your brother stood to his feet. "She's a big girl. She can make her own decisions," Matt blurted out, making eye contact. Your brother shot him a look of contempt. "You know, I've been getting rusty. I've been meaning to practice my wrestling moves. Come on. Let's go, Matt," your brother challenged him, puffing out his chest.

"Oh, dude. Come on. I was never in your weight class. That would be totally unfair," Matt said, rolling his eyes, but your brother pulled him to his feet anyway. "Come on, Matt. Don't be a pussy." Your brother shoved him, clenching his jaw. Matt regained his balance, balling his fists. "She's not gonna say yes to you. She knows what a perv you are," your brother flatly responded, raising an eye brow. "Maybe she likes it," Matt sneered back.

When you emerged from your bedroom in your pajamas for the night, you walked in on your brother, tackling Matt to the ground and pulling him into a headlock. Your eyes widened, and you shuffled over to them. "Hey, stop hurting him!" You yelled, nearly putting yourself between the two of them to get them to stop. Your mind immediately went to the worst-case scenario - he knows.

Your brother rolled off of him and stood up. "Don't worry, sis. We were just brushing up on our wrestling skills. Right, Matt?" Your brother calmly responded, pulling Matt to his feet, but even the way he helped Matt up had a bit of resenetment behind it. "Yeah, I'm fine," Matt breathlessly answered. "See? Totally fine," your brother reiterated, slugging Matt hard in the arm but playing it off like it was a friendly gesture.

Matt winced, his hand gripping his bicep where your brother had struck him. "Yep. Everything's all good here," Matt assured you, but you could feel the thick tension in the room. Your eyes danced between both boys, searching for answers, worried that your brother had found out about the secret activities you and Matt had been taking part in together.

"I'm gonna go shower," your brother mentioned, giving Matt one last death glare before heading off down the hall to the bathroom. He didn't like the idea of leaving the two of you alone, but he couldn't stand to hear you say yes to a date with his best friend, and he certainly didn't want to hear the flirting leading up to the question.

"Were you guys fighting?" You asked Matt, your eyes filled with concern as Matt shut off the TV. "No, sweet thing. We were just messing around and showing each other wrestling moves," he assured you, caressing your cheek. "Want me to show you?" Matt bit his lip at the idea of pinning you to the ground.

You nodded. "Sure, that sounds like fun. As long as you don't hurt me like my brother hurt you," you told him, sensing his pain. "Don't worry. I'll go easy on you. I'm just gonna teach you some basics. First, you gotta start off with a good stance," he told you, crouching down a bit and putting one foot in front of the other. He held up his hands. You mimicked his stance.

With his face a few inches from yours, he lightly grabbed ahold of your jaw and gently planted a kiss on your lips. You felt blood rush to your cheeks, and you gave him a shy smile. "Okay, I want you to try to take me down," he smirked at you. "You ready? Just use your body weight to try to pin me to the ground," He directed you, and you nodded in response.

You lunged, shifting your weight onto your forward foot and attempting to tackle him to the floor the same way you'd seen your brother do earlier. Matt hooked his arms around your waist and tossed you over his shoulder. "Nice try," he laughed, gently throwing you to the ground and holding you down by your wrists. "Gotcha," he whispered, his body pressed against yours, pinning you in place.

"See how I did that? Used your own attack against you? People underestimate defense in fighting. That's really how you master wrestling. It's less about attacking and more about waiting for your opponent to leave themselves open in an attack," he taught you. "And when they let their guard down, you counter their move."

Just as Matt said this, he loosened his grip on your wrists, and you took this opportunity to wiggle out of his hold, and when he went to pin you down again, you wrapped your legs around his neck, holding his head against your heat. "Wow. That was impressive. You're stronger than you look," Matt complimented you as you squeezed your thighs around his ears.

He tilted his head forward and started nuzzling your clothed clit, sending waves of pleasure through you. Your eyes rolled back, and a soft sound of delight slipped through your lips. He loved watching you go from being really shy and reserved to surrendering to the feeling of his mouth and forgetting how bashful you were for a moment.

"Mmmm," Matt hummed, pressing his tongue against the wet spot forming between your legs. You writhed beneath him, giving into your desire for him as he hooked his arms around your thighs and restrained your hips to keep you from moving around so much.

While you were preoccupied with the way Matt worked his mouth on you, he maneuvered out of the headlock you had him in with your thighs. He climbed on top of you, fixing your wrists to the floor and smugly smiling down at you. "See? You got distracted. If you wanna be a good wrestler, you can't let your opponent distract you," he pointed out, threading his knee between your legs.

He could feel your warmth radiating off of you. You both stared lovingly into each other's eyes for a moment, the sexual tension between the two of you building. "I know you're already in your pajamas, but how would you like to go on a date with me tonight?" Matt cooed, wetting his lips while he leered at yours. "I-I'd love to," you stammered with a surprised expression on your face.

You and Matt had briefly talked about going on a date, but after he didn't bring it up for a few days, you were starting to think he forgot. "We can go get desert. Maybe go to the drive in?" He requested, tightening his grip on your wrists. You bit your lip to hold back a whimper as Matt pressed his knee between your thighs, applying pressure to your sweet spot.

You weakly nodded, the muscles in your face relaxing. "I'd ask what movie you want to see, but I have a feeling we won't be watching much of it," Matt chuckled, leaning down and whispering into your ear as he continued rutting his knee into your pussy. His lips latched onto your neck, sending an exciting sensation through all your nerve endings.

He listened as your pretty moans floated out into the atmosphere and dissipated. He pulled back again to inspect the pleasure written into your expression, noticing your drooling cunt seeping through your layers and onto his pant leg. "Good girl," he purred as you started bucking your hips, rubbing up against Matt's thigh. He could tell you were getting close.

Your brother had just finished up with his shower, and he stepped out into the hallway and made his way into the living room with a fresh pair of pajama pants and a clean shirt on. His eyes immediately landed on Matt who was leaning over you, holding you down, and pressing his knee into your mound as he moved it in circles against your cunt.

"Like it when I push down right there?" He wondered, applying a bit more pressure and watching your eyes roll back again. You nodded, a whimper escaping your pink lips as you rolled your hips forward faster onto his knee. Neither one of you were aware that you weren't alone until your brother's voice startled you both. "Matt! What the fuck? What are you doing to my sister?!"

Matt immediately stopped rubbing his knee up against you, and his eyes flicked up to meet your brother's with a guilty look on his face, but it was too late. You couldn't stop yourself. The knot in your stomach came undone, your whole body twitching uncontrollably as you came, soaking through your clothes and onto the knee of Matt's jeans.

"You guys make me sick!" Your brother exclaimed, in shock of the depraved behavior you were exhibiting. "We were just wrestling," Matt said in a soft, unconvincing voice as he peered down at your fucked out expression, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. "I don't remember learning about that in wrestling," your brother snarked.

Matt released his hold on your wrists, and you pulled yourself to your feet, sobbing and running out of the room. You were utterly humiliated, and when you sprinted into your room, you slammed the door shut and dove under your blanket.

"Dude. How could you embarrass her like that?" Matt asked, starting off after you, but your brother blocked him from getting past him. "I think you should go," your brother said to him. Matt just gave him a challenging look, snarling in his direction. "I'm not leaving before I talk to her and help her feel better."

"How? With your dick?" Your brother scoffed. Matt ignored his sly comment and went to push past him again, but your brother stopped him once more. "You've already slept with her, haven't you?" Your brother accused him. "What the hell are you talking about?" Matt shot back, avoiding his question, but his mind was flooded by thoughts of you and all the different positions he'd taken you in.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," your brother gruffed back, putting all the pieces together about how strange the two of you had been acting recently. "I'm not just messing around with her, okay? I really like her," Matt sincerely replied, holding eye contact with your brother. "Get out before I kick your ass," your brother responded flatly.

Matt knew he was testing his luck by pushing to see you, and he knew he actually would get his ass kicked if he stayed much longer, so without putting up any more of a fight, he turned around and walked out the door.

Not too long after he left, you heard your phone ring. You were still hiding under the covers, wiping your tears, and sniffling, but when you saw Matt's name on your screen, you had to hear his voice. You picked up, held the phone to your ear, and did your best to muster up the courage to say, "Hello?"

"Awh, sweet thing. You sound like you're still crying," Matt sympathetically said on the other line. "I'm just really embarrassed," you admitted after a few seconds of silence. "That's okay. It happens to the best of us. Sometimes you get caught, and then you move on," Matt told you.

"You've been caught before?" You asked, sniffling and wiping away your last few tears. You sounded a bit surprised. "Yeah, but it was even worse because my mom walked in on me," Matt confessed to you. You gasped. "Your mom?"

"Yeah, so count your blessings, because it could have been way worse," Matt chuckled into the phone. You giggled along, feeling way better after talking to Matt. "Your brother did seem pretty mad when I left, but with me, not at you. I swear, you can't do anything wrong in that man's eyes. Just give him a couple hours to cool off, and I'm sure everything will go back to normal."

You spent the next twenty minutes on the phone with Matt, finally finding humor in the situation instead of being consumed by embarrassment over it. He made you laugh, he made you smile, and he made your heart flutter when he confirmed your date, telling you go take a shower, put on your prettiest dress, and he'd be waiting for you outside in an hour.

You did just as he said, shaving your legs and scrubbing every inch of your body, the whole time looking forward to your date. You sat in front of your vanity, applying your makeup and holding a few different dresses up to your body in the mirror. You finally settled on a sleeveless black dress and a pair of strappy, black high heels.

You had just finished topping off your look with a bright red lip and spritzing yourself with a floral perfume when your phone vibrated. It was Matt, letting you know he was waiting outside in his mustang. You took a deep breath, staring down at the text and realizing you were going to have to face your brother on your way out the door.

You smoothed out your black dress, admiring the way you looked in the mirror before spinning around and heading out your bedroom door. You tried to walk quietly down the hall, but your heels clicked against the hardwood floor, earning your brother's attention as he craned his neck around from the couch where he was still watching some dumb wrestling match.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" He asked, his jaw tightening when it occurred to him that you might be going on your first date with Matt, the same Matt who had been his best friend since childhood, and the same Matt he'd always warned you to stay away from.

"Out," you responded, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes and giving him the kind of attitude you'd never had the courage to give him before. Before he could stop you or try to talk you out of it, you were storming out of the house and trotting down the driveway to Matt who was pulled up next to the curb.

Your brother swung the door open after you'd slammed it in his face. "If you don't have her home by midnight, Sturniolo - !" He called after the two of you. "I'll come home when I want to!" You shouted back, interrupting him and continuing your journey down the driveway. Your brother stood completely dumbfounded in the doorway as you got into Matt's mustang.

"Fuck. You look and smell amazing," Matt told you, placing his hand on the inside of your thigh and leaning in to press his lips against the side of your neck before the two of you drove off into the night.

part six here ❣️

[soulwrencher]

Hi!!!! I don’t know if you take request.. but I can’t stop thinking about vi coming home from the gym, or reader going to meet vi at her gym? But her sweaty abs? Those back muscles? Those arms? 😩 and vi just being so smug about it because she knows the effect she has on reader 😭

yesss i like this! note: i don't really workout at the gym (embarrassing i know...), so if this is super unrealistic just... gawk over her body! be horny!

also you should totally read this by my fav writer ever if you haven't already, you'll be OBSESSED. kisses n hugs @vampiefemme 😘

1, 2, 3, 4,... were you counting your own reps or vi's? your mouth was practically on the floor, eyes ogling at her back from afar. there's quite the distance between you and where she is working out at, but that doesn't stop you from dislocating your neck to watch her do pull-downs.

there is just something about the way she's built, tattoo climbing down her neck as well as the usually headache inducing overhead lights making the sweat on her traps shine, and her big, to drool over, triceps. and fuck were they moving with every pull too, actively flexing underneath her drenched tank top. absolutely soaked, (you or her?) vi takes her tank top off, you almost slam the weights. feeling the blood rush through your body from the embarrassment of just almost pissing people off (and the fact that you've been staring for full 5 minutes), your mind carries you away, to your bed, underneath vi, who's doing pushups over you and then smiles at you, how dreamy.

and then she smiles at you. wait, what? a small but very potent 'fuck' escapes your mouth. she's done with her sets and quickly redirects her focus to cleaning the machine.

vi is grinning like an idiot, it's hard to stay oblivious when she literally felt something (your pretty eyes) burning into her back. and besides, it was super hot watching you too. she overthrew her whole workout routine just because of 8 little words:

'heyyy i heard you go to the gym?☺️'

it took her an hour to reply, Yeahhh I do, erase, We should go together, erase, I think you're really cute, erase, I'm going this Friday you wanna join me cutie? send. vi wasn't stupid, it takes two to play a game. and you were going to lose.

"you looked distracted," vi chuckles, sweat dripping down her forehead.

slam. "oh god, that startled me, haha." you look around, 'i'm sorry' plastering your whole face. you feel the heat rush up into your head and accumulating there. what the hell.

"is it fun watching me?" she continues. she's facing you, arm stretched out and resting on the leather of your seat. you're fucked.

"i was just trying to see when you're done—" you pause to look at her, but vi's eyes are elsewhere, further down, was she checking you out?

"—not sure if i'm doing this right," you say as your eyes wander to her stretched out arm, suddenly you feel warmth spreading from in between your thighs...

she hums in response, scoff-laugh following. vi gathered that you weren't going to lose easily.

"can i?" she asks and you nod, hot palms adjusting your foot placement on the board. you like how her hands feel, they were rough and calloused but still so, so warm.

you press against the board, small grunts and groans escaping your lips. fuck, you sound a little too good, vi totally did not just imagine all possible (well, rather a small selection) of scenarios where you'd make exactly those noises.

she tries to distract herself from her thoughts where you are moaning her name, so she strokes your left hamstring to make sure you're... to make sure what exactly? you immediately look up, but the way vi is looking at you... you can't help but get lost in her eyes, you wanted her to get lost in you. and she couldn't ignore the throbbing that was practically begging to be taken care of from just looking at you and touching your skin.

one thing leads to another and her fingers are filling you up and pumping into you as slick gushes out from the sides of her fingers. iiiiin the bathroom of the women's locker room. gross, absolutely, but you're too busy trying to swallow your moans.

"not sure if i'm doing this right." vi whispers into your ear. you roll your eyes, she's obviously mocking your awful attempt at covering up the fact that you were staring.

"'doing, mhmmmh, just fine," you slur.

fuck, you were driving vi insane. she throws her head back, hard nipples graze against the fabric of your workout top as she thrusts her body against yours, pressing your back against the stall wall. and she's still inside you, vi is still curling her fingers against the walls of your gaping cunt. you dig your nails into vi's back, "more," you whisper.

"fuck, i—" vi slowly slides out her fingers, you successfully flustered her, she's completely worked up, cute. and then, seemingly out of nowhere, she brushes a lose strand behind your ear, it feels like you're dripping onto the gym floor. kinda gross, but whatever, because vi's hand is right there where you want it, cupping your face.

"let me take you to my place," she then says, voice low. she watches a small smile appear on your face. "sure, show me your home workouts," you wink, causing vi to turn the same color as her hair.

got you.

[togrowoldinv]

Work Can Wait

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Natasha knows when you need a brain break from work

Note: I miss Natasha. That is all. Enjoy this soft, and goofy Nat with a little bit of 🔥 too!

Natasha Masterlist 1, Natasha Masterlist 2, Natasha Masterlist 3, Main Masterlist

“Detka, you need to take a break,” your wife says from the doorway of your office.

You’ve been working relentlessly for hours now trying to meet a deadline.

“Natasha, I have to finish this tonight,” you reply, not looking up from your computer.

“Totally hear you, but what if,” she slinks your way and leans against the corner of your desk, “You take a break.”

You’re about to contest again when you look to her. She’s wearing a cropped tank top and underwear that leave little to your imagination. Natasha catches you staring and smirks.

"What’s the occasion?” You ask.

“I just wanted to look good for my wife,” she replies easily. The words roll off her tongue like honey. Her hand moves over your forearm to stop you from doing anymore work.

“You look amazing in this,” you tell her. You stand and position yourself with your legs on either side of hers. “But, sweetheart, you’ll look even better with it off."

“I tend to agree,” Nat says, pulling you closer.

You kiss her lip softly before pulling away and sitting back down at your desk. Nat whimpers at the loss of contact.

“Give me another hour, babe,” you tell her. “Then I’m all yours.”

“Fine,” Nat grumbles. She stands up to leave. “But I may not wait for you.”

Your eyes go wide at that and you turn to watch her leave the room. Just as she’s crossing the threshold, a miracle happens.

All of the power in the house shuts off. Natasha grins.

“Well, now you can’t work,” she says.

“Did you cut the power?”

“What- how would I have cut the power?” She asks, incredulously. “I’ve been in here with you this whole time.”

“I don’t know. You have your ways. Maybe a timer or something. You’re the Black Widow after all,” you say and it feels as silly as it sounds.

“No, baby. It’s just the universe telling you to take your wife to bed,” Nat says. She holds out her hand for you to take.

You easily take her hand and follow her through the now dark house. You’re kissing before you get to the bedroom and are so engulfed in each other that you trip over the shoes that you left there earlier in that day.

You fall towards the bed luckily and Natasha’s quick reflexes allow her to position herself under you, so that you fall into her arms.

“Hi,” she says softly when you recover from the fall and meet her eyes again. “Did you have a nice trip?”

“Natashaaaa,” you whine, burying your face in her chest. She runs her hands over your back.

“Do you know how much I love you?” She asks after she chuckles at your antics.

You lift your head up and look into her sparkling green eyes. There’s very little light in the room, but enough to see the truth in her eyes. She loves you. Thank god she loves you.

“I think you love me more than you could ever say,” you reply sincerely. “And I love you even more.”

“Enough to get me out of these clothes and show me how you love me?”

There’s a tone to her voice that makes your whole body feel warm. You kiss her once again and everything falls into place as you take care of each other.

You both are coming down from your highs when Natasha’s phone buzzes on the nightstand.

“Could you get that for me, baby?” She asks.

You reach over and grab her phone ready to hand it to her with a kiss, but stop short when you read the text. It’s from Yelena.

When can I turn the power back on? You owe me mac and cheese for this btw

“Natasha! I knew it!” You say, sitting up abruptly.

“What?” She asks and when you hand her the phone she just laughs. You frown at her. “Oh, don’t pout. You needed a break and I needed you.”

“Hm, you better make this up to me,” you grumble. You stand up to go back to work, but she reaches for your hand.

“Come here and I’ll do just that,” Natasha says, letting the blankets fall down to her waist so her bare chest is on display.

“Work can wait,” you say out loud mostly to convince yourself it’s true.

The way Natasha smiles at you assures you that it must be. You climb back into bed and soon work is the last thing on your mind. As it should be.

[cassiemaebarnes]

Grumpy & the New Girl: Part 15

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Bucky x reader

Summary: She wasn’t supposed to meet him like that. He wasn’t supposed to let her in. But sometimes, things don’t go according to plan.

Word Count: 4322

The second you stepped inside the compound, Bucky was off the couch in an instant, eyes lighting up as he crossed the space in a few easy strides. Without a word, he reached out and took the shopping bags from your hands.

“I can take these,” he said softly, as if it was a crime for you to be carrying your own things.

You just smiled, letting him take them, and he immediately turned and walked them over to the kitchen counter, setting them down with care.

When you caught up to him, you held the bag with his pretzel out to him. “Got you something.”

His brows lifted in surprised delight as he took it. “You didn’t have to–”

“I know,” you said, smirking. “But you suffered through a facetime nail consultation. You earned it.”

He smiled, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Thanks, doll.”

Then – without even unwrapping it – he gently set the pretzel aside and turned his full attention to you.

“Alright,” he said, holding out both hands. “Let me see ‘em.”

You rolled your eyes fondly but slipped your hands into his. He lifted them carefully, inspecting your nails like they were priceless artifacts.

“You’re joking,” Sam’s voice cut in from the couch.

“Oh my god, he’s actually doing it,” Tony said from across the room, turning his head dramatically to watch.

Bucky ignored them completely, turning your hands slightly under the light.

“They look great,” he said, genuinely impressed. “You picked the perfect color.”

You smiled, cheeks warming just a little as he lifted both your hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to each one.

Wanda and Nat entered behind you, grinning like proud matchmakers, while the guys groaned theatrically.

“You’re seriously holding her hands and complimenting her manicure?” Sam said. “Who are you?”

Steve just laughed from his seat. “Didn’t you say you were gonna hold her hand for an hour?”

“Oh, we’re setting a timer,” Tony said, already pulling out his phone. “I expect full commitment.”

You snorted, and Bucky just smiled, linking his fingers with yours and finally picking up the pretzel bag with his other hand.

You looked up at him with a teasing smile. “You’re actually holding my hand while you eat a pretzel?”

“Yeah,” he said with a shrug, already opening the bag. “Told you I would.”

Wanda giggled as she passed the couch. “You two are disgusting.”

“I know,” you said, leaning your head on Bucky’s shoulder. “Isn’t it great?”

Bucky took a bite of the pretzel, his eyes closing briefly like it was the best thing he’d eaten all week. “Okay, yeah,” he said through a mouthful. “This was a great idea. You really do love me.”

You laughed. “Told you.”

Still holding your hand in his, he leaned his hip against the counter and glanced over at you. “So, how was girls’ day?”

Before you could answer, Wanda stepped around you and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. “Oh, we had a great time.”

“A very enlightening time,” Nat added, walking over to lean against the island.

Bucky raised an eyebrow and looked back at you. “Should I be concerned?”

You tried to stifle your smile. “Only if you’re scared of nail polish, shopping, and soft pretzels.”

“I’m not,” he said, taking another bite. “But I am scared of that look Nat’s giving me.”

Nat smirked. “Oh, don’t worry. We’re not saying anything.”

Wanda raised her water bottle and added with a playful tone, “We just heard some interesting things, that’s all.”

That, of course, got the attention of every man in the room.

Sam sat up straighter. “Wait – what did you hear?”

Tony looked up from his tablet. “Hold on. Who said what now?”

Steve frowned slightly. “Girls’ day secrets?”

“Oh, so many secrets,” Wanda said, sipping her water.

Nat grinned, eyes glinting. “But they’re not for boys.”

Sam narrowed his eyes. “Don’t do this. Don’t dangle information.”

Tony pointed dramatically between the three of you. “I know someone spilled something juicy. I can feel it.”

You lifted your hand that Bucky wasn’t holding. “I said nothing.”

“That’s true,” Wanda said sweetly. “We asked questions. She simply answered.”

“And we’re women of our word,” Nat added.

Bucky chuckled and nudged your side with his elbow. “Guess I’ll have to bribe it out of you later.”

You just raised an eyebrow, giving him a mock-serious look. “You already got a pretzel and held my hand. That’s your reward.”

He leaned in slightly. “Not even for a hint?”

Nat and Wanda both laughed as they walked toward the hallway, still smug.

“Nice try, Barnes,” Nat called over her shoulder.

“It’s a girls’ secret,” Wanda added.

Tony threw his arms up. “We have no rights in this house.”

Sam leaned back dramatically on the couch. “I hate it here.”

Bucky just kept smiling, eyes never leaving yours as he took another bite of his pretzel.

“Girls’ secret, huh?” he murmured, licking salt off his thumb. “Guess I’ll just have to earn your trust.”

You leaned in, grinning. “Good luck.”

Once Bucky finished the last bite of his pretzel, he glanced at the shopping bags still sitting on the kitchen counter.

“C’mon,” he said, already reaching for them. “Let’s get this stuff upstairs.”

You started to grab your purse, but he was already on it, sliding the strap over his shoulder and gathering up the rest of your bags like he’d done it a hundred times.

“You know I can carry some of it, right?” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he replied easily. “But why would you need to?”

The two of you started walking toward the hallway, the boys started up again.

“Look at this!” Sam shouted. “Hand-holding and bag-carrying. I give it two days before she’s got him in an apron.”

“He’s already emotionally domesticated,” Tony said, standing up from the couch and pulling out his phone. “I’m documenting this. Don’t worry, Barnes. I’ll tag it ‘Boyfriend of the Year.’”

Bucky didn’t even glance back. “Make sure you get my good side.”

You just laughed and leaned a little closer to him, whispering, “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously helpful,” he whispered back, giving your hand a little squeeze.

Tony snapped a picture as you rounded the hallway corner, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

When you reached your room, Bucky opened the door for you, then stepped inside and set all the bags carefully in front of your bed. He handed you your purse and gave your hand one more squeeze before letting go.

“Alright,” he said, clapping his hands together. “Show me what you got.”

You grinned and started unpacking.

“Okay,” you said, pulling out the new purse first. “Cute, right?”

He nodded, eyes narrowing slightly like he was actually evaluating it. “Yeah, I like the little buckle thing.”

Next came two t-shirts – one soft pink, the other white with tiny flowers near the collar.

“Both are adorable,” he said, already walking closer.

Then you held up two pairs of sweatpants – one a light gray and the other a deep navy blue. “Comfy mission debrief pants,” you joked.

He smiled, eyes warm. “You’re gonna look good in all of it.”

You were just about to fold the t-shirts when Bucky walked past you, opened your desk drawer, and pulled out your scissors.

Then, without a word, he knelt down by the bags and started cutting off tags one by one, smoothing each item neatly as he went.

You blinked. “Are you…cutting the tags off?”

He glanced up briefly. “Yeah.”

“Y’know I didn’t ask you to this time.”

“I know.”

You were about to respond when your gaze drifted toward the corner of the room – and froze.

Your laundry basket. Empty. Back in its usual spot.

You looked back at him slowly. “Wait…did you put all my laundry away too?”

He just nodded, like it was obvious. “Yeah. You were gone on your girls’ day.”

You stared at him for a moment, chest tightening with affection. Then you stepped over to where he was still crouched, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind.

“I really do love you,” you whispered.

His hands gently found your arms, holding them where they wrapped around him.

“I know,” he said quietly, with a small smile. “I really love you too.”

After hugging Bucky, you pulled back just slightly and glanced at the door.

“I’m changing,” you said casually, walking over to close it with a quiet click.

Bucky didn’t move, still kneeling and folding the shopping bags neatly, stacking them on the edge of your desk.

You turned away from him just enough to be teasing, peeling off your fitted top and shimmying out of your jeans like it was the most normal thing in the world.

You reached for one of his sweatshirts and tugged it on over your head, the hem falling to your thighs. Then, you grabbed a pair of shorts from your drawer and stepped into them before stretching your arms above your head with a satisfied sigh.

Bucky was quiet, but when you glanced over your shoulder, he was definitely watching – mouth twitching like he wanted to say something but didn’t want to give you the satisfaction.

You smirked. “Enjoying the show, soldier?”

He stood up, brushing his hands off. “Just admiring my hoodie in its natural habitat.”

You laughed and padded into the bathroom, grabbing your makeup remover and a cotton pad. As you started to wipe off the light makeup you’d put on earlier, you caught his reflection in the mirror.

There he was again – leaning in the doorway like he lived there, arms crossed, eyes warm, completely transfixed.

“You have got to get a hobby,” you said, not even trying to hide your smile.

“This is my hobby,” he replied without missing a beat.

You snorted softly and finished wiping off the last of your mascara, rinsing your face and patting it dry with a towel. Then you turned toward him and walked right up, slipping your arms around the back of his neck.

“You’re whipped,” you whispered playfully.

“You’re a brat,” he murmured back, leaning in.

You kissed him – soft and slow, just enough to make your chest flutter – before pulling away with a small smile.

Then, you walked over to your bed and flopped face-first onto it with a muffled groan.

Bucky chuckled behind you as you stretched your arms out like a starfish. He walked over and sat down against the headboard, his hand brushing over your back as he settled in.

You shifted again, flipping onto your side and stretching one leg across the bed while resting your head on his thigh, your arms tucked under you.

“So tired,” you mumbled. “Too much walking. Too much socializing. My feet are angry.”

Bucky gently ran his fingers through your hair. “Want me to carry you everywhere tomorrow?”

You let out a laugh. “I’d say no…but I’d be lying.”

He smiled, his hand continuing to move slowly through your hair.

“Then it's settled,” he said. “Starting tomorrow, I’m your personal chauffeur. No more walking. Ever.”

“Mmm,” you hummed. “Perfect boyfriend behavior.”

“Best in the business.”

You let out a quiet sigh, eyes fluttering closed as Bucky’s fingers lazily traced through your hair.

“Hey,” he said softly, after a few minutes of quiet. “What exactly did you tell them today?”

You cracked one eye open, lips quirking. “You sure you wanna know?”

He raised an eyebrow, still looking down at you. “I mean…if it’s gonna come back to haunt me later, I’d at least like to be prepared.”

You hummed, stretching your legs slightly before settling again. “Okay. So…they asked about the kiss. The first one.”

His fingers paused, then kept moving again. “Mmm. You tell them how you walked out in just your bra and nearly killed me?”

You grinned, eyes closed again. “Yep. Told them I made you cut the tags and everything. They were shocked. Especially when I told them I kissed you.”

He chuckled under his breath. “Bold move, doll.”

“Right?” you said proudly, then sighed again. “But then…I kinda slipped.”

“Slipped?” he asked, glancing down again.

“I wasn’t gonna tell them about last night,” you said, voice a little quieter now. “But I kinda implied something without realizing it…and they cornered me.”

He was quiet for a second. “You told them?”

“Yeah,” you said, shifting slightly to look up at him. “I told them everything. I’m sorry. I just – it sort of came out. And I figured it was better to tell them than lie about it.”

He blinked at you, then shook his head. “I’m not mad.”

“You’re not?” you asked, surprised.

“Nah,” he said, giving you a small smile. “As long as they don’t tell the guys. I will never hear the end of it if Sam finds out I said ‘say it, baby.’”

You burst out laughing, hiding your face in his thigh. “Oh my god. How’d you know I told them that part?”

“I know them. Of course they got to that part,” he muttered, rubbing your back gently.

“They also asked if you said anything hot and–” you started to say, giggling, “–I may have told them about the ‘you’re doing so good for me’ and ‘that’s my girl’ moments.”

He groaned. “Fantastic.”

“They blushed,” you said, smug. “Blushed.”

“That’s not a win for me,” he said, though he was smiling.

You were quiet for another moment before you added, “They also asked about, like, labels.”

His hand slowed again, and he shifted slightly. “Oh?”

You looked up at him, resting your chin lightly on his thigh. “Yeah. Wanda was shocked we hadn’t talked about it. Nat asked if we were planning our wedding already.”

He chuckled. “Of course she did.”

“I told them no. That we hadn’t talked about it. But then I said maybe you just assumed we were dating already.”

He tilted his head, giving you a soft but amused look. “You’re not wrong.”

“And then Nat said if I asked you ‘what are we,’ you’d probably just look at me like I was crazy.”

He blinked. “Because I would. That’s a stupid question.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You think so?”

“I mean…” He reached down, brushing his fingers across your cheek. “We’re…us. I hold your hand, you steal my clothes, we sleep tangled up together, and we’re apparently telling people we love each other in front of the entire team.”

You tried to hold back your smile, but it broke through anyway.

“But,” he continued, voice softer now, “if you want me to make it official…”

You sat up a bit, propping yourself on one elbow.

“I do,” you said, trying to sound casual, but your heart was already beating faster.

Bucky reached down, gently threading your fingers with his. “Then, will you be my girlfriend?”

You bit your lip, nodding. “Yeah. I already kinda thought I was.”

He grinned. “Then we’re on the same page.”

You laid back down across his lap, pulling his hand with you and resting it against your chest.

“I love this page.”

“Me too,” he said, squeezing your hand.

After a few minutes, you had settled into a casual conversation about something random when you felt Bucky’s phone buzz in his pocket.

He shifted a little to pull it out, and you glanced at the screen as he unlocked it – and froze.

His lock screen was the picture the others took of you and him cuddling on the couch, your face buried in his shoulder, his head tilted slightly down toward yours, both of you tucked into the blanket.

You quickly sat up and looked at him, eyes wide. He finished reading the text from Steve, then looked over at you.

“What?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“You changed your lock screen?” you asked in disbelief.

“Oh,” he said, starting to laugh. “No, Sam changed it earlier when I went to the bathroom. After I dropped the ‘love you.’”

You laughed, then raised an eyebrow at him. “And you didn’t change it back?”

“No, don’t know how.”

You just laughed, shaking your head. “You’re such a grandpa. Here,” you said, holding out your hand, “I can change it back for you.”

He just looked at you like you were crazy. “Why would I change it back? That’s my favorite picture.”

You stopped laughing, heart fluttering at what he’d just said. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he said, giving you a soft smile. “You look so peaceful – like you feel safe with me.”

Your heart tugged at his words. He’s probably not used to anyone feeling safe around him, especially with the metal arm, so of course he would like this picture – you wrapped up in both of his arms, fast asleep, looking peaceful as ever.

You just smiled at him, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder and hooking your arm through his.

“Of course I feel safe with you,” you said, glancing up at him. “I don’t think I’d feel this safe with anyone else.”

He just gave you a bigger smile and kissed your forehead. “Well, good.”

You let go of his arm and climbed off the bed, crossing the room and pulling your phone out of your purse. You made your way back over to the bed, plopping down next to Bucky as you opened up your settings.

“Well if you’re changing you lock screen, then I have to change mine,” you said, scrolling to find your favorite picture.

“Wait, go back,” Bucky said, pointing at your phone.

You looked up at him, then scrolled back up.

“There,” he said, clicking on a picture – the picture you took of him at the mall, in line for pretzels, holding your purse and all your bags.

“I didn’t even know you took this,” he said, eyes wide. “You didn’t send this to anyone, did you?”

You tried to hide your smile, but it slowly spread across your face and Bucky groaned.

“It was just Nat and Wanda,” you said, holding your hands up innocently. “It was so cute, I had too.”

He just sighed and shook his head, then raised an eyebrow at you. “You better not send it to anyone else.”

“I won’t,” you said quickly. Then, you smirked at him. “Well…as long as you’re good.”

Bucky just sighed again. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

You just gave him an innocent smile. “I think I’ve been told once or twice.”

He just shook his head as you closed the picture and continued scrolling, looking for your favorite.

You found it and clicked on it, the picture filling up the screen. It was the one of Bucky giving you a piggy-back ride in the training room, your arms wrapped around his neck and your faces pressed together, smiling like crazy.

You smiled, glancing up at Bucky. “That’s a good one,” he said, smiling back at you.

You set it, then shut off your phone just to turn it back on, showing your new lock screen.

“There,” you said, satisfied. “Now if anyone checks, they’ll know we’re disgustingly into each other.”

“As if they didn’t already know,” Bucky said, raising an eyebrow at you.

You just laughed as you set your phone off to the side on your nightstand. But the second you did, both you and Bucky’s phone buzzed at the same time. You both grabbed your phones, opening up the message in the group chat from Tony.

Everyone. Conference room. Now.

You and Bucky exchanged a confused look.

“Did we miss a meeting?” you asked.

“I don’t think so,” he replied, already pushing himself off the bed.

You both made your way out of your room and down the hallway. As you turned the corner near the elevators, you spotted Steve and Nat walking in from the other side, both wearing the same slightly puzzled expression.

“What’s going on?” you asked them as the elevator doors slid open.

“No idea,” Steve said. “Tony just sent the message and ended the call he was on. Wouldn’t say anything else.”

“That’s never a good sign,” Nat muttered.

By the time you got to the conference room, the rest of the team was filtering in too – Sam, Wanda, Clint, Bruce, even Rhodey had shown up somehow. Everyone looked equally confused and mildly concerned.

Tony was already at the front of the room, standing beside a blank screen, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“Alright, Stark,” Sam said as he dropped into a chair. “What’s the emergency?”

“There better not be another alien species knocking,” Clint muttered, flopping into a chair.

Bucky held the door open for you and then followed behind, settling into the chair beside yours.

Then Tony clapped his hands once. “Okay, people, good news! No world-ending events today.”

“That’s…comforting?” Steve offered.

“But,” Tony continued, grabbing the remote with dramatic flair, “what we do have is pizza on the way and a very special presentation. One I’ve been working on in my spare time.”

You and Bucky both sat up straighter.

“No,��� Bucky said flatly.

“Tony–” you warned, already feeling your face heat up.

But it was too late.

The projector screen lit up, and the first image appeared: a dark, blurry picture from the security cams of you and Bucky, standing in the kitchen. It took a second, but you finally realized – it was the first night you met.

“Oh no,” you muttered.

Tony turned toward the screen like a proud curator. “I present to you…A Study in Domesticity: The Barnes-Rom-Com Chronicles.”

Laughter exploded around the table as the next slide popped up – a picture of you and Bucky, standing in the doorway to this very meeting room, you swimming in Bucky’s clothes after you showered in his room. You didn’t even know he took that picture. Then, the shot of Bucky carrying you down the hallway after you fell asleep during Tangled.

You stared at the screen, mouth open. “You actually made a PowerPoint?”

“Oh, there’s transitions,” Tony said proudly.

The next slide: the picture of you guys asleep on the couch.

There was picture after picture, a majority of them candid pictures that you didn’t even realize he was taking.

And you hated to admit it, but it was pretty cute.

“And this,” Tony said, flipping to the next slide, the video of you guys making out in the elevator – “is when we knew.”

Nat burst out laughing. “This is amazing.”

“This is harassment,” you said weakly, trying not to laugh.

“Oh no,” Tony said with a grin. “This is love.”

The final slide came up – a slow zoom-in of the piggy-back ride picture, now complete with sparkles and a heart-shaped transition.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Bucky groaned, half-hiding his face in his hands. “You have too much time on your hands.”

“You’re both welcome,” Tony said, setting the remote down. “Because this is the best subplot the Avengers have had in years.”

Everyone else was laughing and teasing you, sure, but underneath it all, there were real smiles. Wanda whispered something to Nat, who just nodded knowingly. Steve looked like he was trying not to be overly sentimental, and even Sam – as much as he was cackling – was grinning like a proud best man.

Eventually, the laughter began to taper off, the relentless teasing settling into occasional chuckles and fond glances.

“Alright,” Steve said, shaking his head as the screen finally went dark. “That was…something.”

“Better than the mission briefings,” Clint added, stretching his arms overhead.

Tony waved a hand. “You’re welcome. I expect an Oscar nomination for Best Picture.”

That’s when the door opened, and the sweet, heavenly scent of fresh pizza swept into the room like a peace offering from the universe itself.

“Finally,” Sam said, already on his feet. “I was starting to think this slideshow was dinner.”

Everyone got up at once, forming a semi-chaotic but strangely cooperative line at the side table as boxes were opened and slices were claimed. The hum of chatter picked back up, louder now with everyone standing, grabbing drinks, and swapping stories.

You and Bucky took your plates and returned to your seats next to each other.

A few minutes later, you were finishing the last bite of your slice when Bucky leaned in a little, his voice low near your ear.

“Want another piece?” he asked.

You nodded, still chewing. “Yeah, I could go for one more.”

Before you could tell him which kind, he was already standing, taking your plate with him without a word.

A few minutes later, Bucky returned and set your plate in front of you with the exact slice you were craving.

You looked up at him, eyebrows raised. “Okay, that’s kind of freaky.”

He just smirked and sat back down beside you, like it was nothing.

The second he did, the groaning started.

“Oh, come on,” Sam muttered.

“Of course he got it right,” Clint said, not even looking up.

“I’m not even surprised anymore,” Nat added, reaching for another napkin. “This is just…who they are now.”

“Pizza soulmates,” Tony said, raising his glass in mock toast. “May your toppings always align.”

You just rolled your eyes, cheeks warm but smiling. “You guys act like that’s not completely normal.”

“It is,” Wanda said sweetly, glancing between the two of you. “For people who are obviously in love.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, looking over at you. “Guess we’re just obvious now.”

You met his gaze with a grin. “Guess so.”

Everyone kept eating, laughing, and sharing stories as the night wore on. And as chaotic as it had started, there was something quietly perfect about how it ended – with full stomachs, full hearts, and no one even bothering to pretend they didn’t love watching the two of you be exactly who you were:

Completely, disgustingly into each other.

And honestly? You kind of loved it, too.

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Warning: Mentions of Pregnancy and virginity. piv.

You started Sunday the same way you always did. Wake up before dawn, start breakfast for you and Ma, stare out the window and think about the list of chores you could never keep up with.

“It’s a beautiful morning!” Your mother shuffled past your open door towards the kitchen, “Are you sure I can’t just handle all the work in the field today? Won’t you want to relax before your friend arrives?”

“Mother, please do not blow this out of proportion.” You scolded her light-heartedly, “I’m just going to do my work as usual, and when he stops by I’ll take a break-”

“My baby is getting courted by a big strong orc~” She sang out to you. You followed her to the kitchen. “How did you know he’s courting me?”

“So he is courting you.” She swayed back and forth in front of the hearth, throwing bits of kindling onto the fire.

“Well- I-”

“Y/n, don’t you remember. When I told you about the family that lived in the neighboring plot. The wife told me so much about how strange orc courting was, especially with her being human, and-”

“You didn’t tell me it was a half-orc family…” 

She turned to you with a devious smirk, “Wouldn’t you like to know about a half-orc family.” “MA!” You grabbed an apple from the table (a bright red one that matched the color of your face) and ran out the door. You weren’t really mad at her, but this entire situation was so out of your comfort zone. The only experience you ever really had with being pursued was desperately avoiding Milo for the past two years.

You glanced at the sundial in the garden. Three hours. You had three hours to try and get some work done in the field and shake off the nerves.

-

The tomatoes were a mess. No wonder, this was a corner of the field that had been sorely neglected this season. The sun was climbing higher, and the heat of its rays were beginning to lick the back of your neck. What time was it anyways?

“SO NICE TO MEET YOU- OH YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE!”

Your mothers voice was loud enough to carry all the way to your little corner in the tomato patch. You shot to your feet, craning your neck to see her enthusiastically fawning over a slightly nervous Khargaad. You could hear him nervously chuckling as the two exchanged words.

Well, might as well go save him. You looked down at your work clothes covered in grass stains and mud. Hair was sticking to the back of your sweaty neck. Gross. Probably didn’t smell pretty either.

Your mother caught you out of the corner of her eye and pointed excitedly, “THERE SHE IS!”

You cringed. Gods she was making all this fuss and you looked like you just crawled out of a ditch.

“Hello! I see you met Ma.” You were trying to casually wipe the mix of dirt and sweat from your face, wading over to them through the field. He felt his heart skip a bit when you got closer. You smelled so earthy. And the musk of your sweat was… it could drive him feral.

He started imagining all the ways he could steal you away and worship you. Fill you. Taste you.

“Um… Khargaad?”

He jolted out of his sinful haze, “I couldn’t show up empty handed.” He thrust a basket into your arms. It was laden with fancy imported fruits. “This- This is too much. This must have cost-”

“Hush now,” his voice was like warm honey, “I hunt big game, I can afford it.” He had a cocky little smirk on his face. You thanked him, motioning to follow you into the cottage.

He looked back at your mom one more time, “It was so nice to meet you, Ma’am.”

-

Your first lessons together went just as well as predicted. By the end he was properly frustrated, arms crossed and everything.

“The letters. It doesn’t make any sense. It’s all… mixed up.”

“Let’s just end it here for today.”

He was so cute like this. All flustered. 

He stood up from his seat, being careful to crouch as he easily exceeded the height of the ceiling. “Alrighty, let’s get to work.” He crossed the room in one long stride, pulling his shirt over his head. He looked strong, but not in the way statues are with their lean bodies and taught chiseled muscles. He looked like a man who ate well and worked hard. Your eyes wandered to the slight love handles that peaked over the waistband of his trousers. Gods you were no better than a man, thinking about how bad you wanted to feel him in your hands.

He glanced behind his shoulder, “Where first?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Khargaad.”

“Do you think I’m going to just leave with all this work to be done?”

-

He followed you like an excited puppy to the tomato patch you had been working on. You had tried to tell him that he didn’t need to waste the rest of his day helping with this. But he knew he didn’t need to. He wanted to. And who was going to stop him? Certainly not you.

He started on one end, and you the other, working slowly until you met in the middle. By the end, your hands were red and scratched up from pulling the thistle weeds. Of course, Kharghaad’s were so calloused that it was like he had a pair of gloves on. He gave a little gasp when he saw your sore fingers. “Why didn’t you say anything…” He scooped your small hands into his, as delicate as you would pick up a fresh baby bird.

Every time he touched you it was like this great release. Your mother, as loving as she was, never quite developed a touchy-feely nature. You were so used to it fleeting as soon as it was there. Quick handshakes, brushing against someone in the market. You craved physical touch.

So when Khargaad didn’t let go of your hands. When he held them so carefully and tenderly. So deliberately. You found yourself trying to memorize every little second of the moment.

“I’ll have to buy you gloves.” He muttered, picking out the little needles with surprising dexterity. He took his canteen and went to rinse off the skin. “I can wash my own hands, Khargaad.” You chuckled.

“But I want to,” He blurted out with immediate embarrassment, “Sorry, I guess you could say it’s an orc thing? It’s sorta like… we’re very communal. There’s no reason to do much of anything alone, if you think about it…” He sort of trailed off like he was getting ahead of himself. He paused.

“I hope I'm not smothering you. Maybe humans aren’t like that-” He went to let go of your hands, and a part of you cried out inside. You were tired of trying to play this stoic lone wolf character. It wasn’t who you were. It’s not who any of us are. We all need each other.

“Please, don’t stop…” You whispered to him, thrusting your hands back into his. You uttered the magic words. The words he had been waiting for. He pulled you into his chest. It didn’t matter how gross, hot, and sweaty the two of you were. Or that your mother was most definitely watching joyfully from the kitchen window. Nothing mattered. “Can we go somewhere?” His voice was muffled as he whispered into the top of your head. He was taking long deep sighs, taking in your scent.

“Please…” The need in your voice was palpable. He didn’t waste another moment, leading you to the forest behind your property. “Khargaad… the road is that way.” You motioned behind yourself. “I know a quicker way.” He glanced back at you with that sweet little smirk on his face.

Once past the treeline, the soft light of dusk struggled to breach the overhead foliage. You walked together for some time, before the sound of running water bubbled ahead. He had led you to a little clearing, where in the middle stood a circular style tent. A creek babbled away off to the side. The moon was full and provided plenty of light for you to take it all in. “Do you live here?” 

He nodded, looking down at you expectantly for approval. You grinned, “It’s lovely.”

He snaked a strong arm around your waste, pulling you in. His other hand cupped the back of your head, tilting your face up to his. For a moment he hovered over you, as if waiting for your permission. You reached up to cup his face, thumbing over one of the tusks jutting out of his mouth.

His lips met yours. It started slow, like sipping on a glass of fine wine. Then it was hungry. Like you had both been starved. You were getting drunk off of the needy little grunts he was making, pulling you in flush with his body. You could feel him through his trousers, and it startled you out of your stupor a bit. You hadn’t been with anyone before, and it was bound to happen sooner or later, but this was a bit more than you ever imagined.

It was almost like he sensed your tension, pulling away to look into your eyes, “Let’s get clean.” He had brought his thumb up to caress over your cheek, planting a small peck before jogging to his tent. Watching him disappear under the flap, your mind raced. What if you weren’t ready? What if he’s not patient?

He bounded out towards the stream, beckoning you over. He started to frown as you got closer, like he could smell the apprehension coming off of you, “Do you need to go slower? Do you want to go home? Nothing has to happen. Nothing at all. You are in charge.”

He started unlacing the ties of his trousers. You instinctually looked away, giving him privacy he clearly didn’t need. With the sound of water sloshing you looked back at him submerged up to his sternum. You approached the water’s edge, looking down into the little bubbles churning in the current. “Hey… what’s wrong?” He waded over to the edge, leaning onto the grassy bank. There wasn’t any aire of seduction in his voice, just one of genuine tenderness.

You sucked it up and opened your mouth, “I’ve never done this before…”

“With an orc?”

“No like… I’ve never done this before… ever.” You winced as the words came out. You were a grown adult, this conversation shouldn’t feel embarrassing. But it did nonetheless.

“And so you don’t want to do this?” He didn’t seem fazed at all by the information. “No!” You yelped out a little too enthusiastically, “No- I mean, yes. Yes I do want to. I want you.”

You started to pull at the ties of your shirt, face so flushed it was probably glowing red. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You ripped the shirt off your head like pulling off a bandaid, exposing your chest to the warm summer air. You went to fiddle with the strings of your work pants. He still didn’t look away, and you didn’t ask him to.

And there you were, clothed only in moonlight. Khargaad thought, maybe the moon had come out just for you tonight, to see your beauty for itself.

You stepped down into the water. “Are you sure you’re human? Not a beautiful fairy playing tricks on me?” Khargaad was completely entranced by you, eyes roaming over the curve of your shoulders to the curves of your breasts.

You felt some of the tension ease, snorting at him “I don’t think a fairy would smell this bad.” He gasped a bit as if he had just remembered, grabbing a bar of soap he had retrieved from the tent. “May I?” He asked, lathering up the bar in his hands.

You nodded, letting him wade closer to you. You felt the palms of his massive hands begin to work themselves into your hair, massaging his fingers into your scalp. “Oh-” You exclaimed a rather embarrassing moan, but it felt so good. He finished and went to clean his own hair. “Hey, it’s my turn now!” You scolded him. He was more than happy to let you clean him. As he said previously, it’s a part of orc culture to do things with other people. That includes bathing.

And oh how he loved to see you doing orc things. Like wearing that yellow dress dyed with orc spices, and making those pickled eggs for him. It made him think about how great it would be to bring you home with him, to meet all of his family. For you to find a place in his tribe. He missed home a lot, and now you were a part of that picture. You finished running your fingers through the curls of his clean hair.

He heard the sloshing of water, turning around to see you drying yourself off. He joined you. You cast a quick glimpse below his waist, blushing furiously at his partially hard cock.

You walked together to the flap of the tent. The inside surprised you. It was so… cozy. “Ah-” He had leaned down to nuzzle into your neck, you loved the feeling of his tusks against your skin. He pulled you to what could best be described as a nest. A nest of pillows and blankets. He very carefully leaned you onto your back, “Is this okay?”

You giggled at him, “Yes Khargaad. I will tell you if I need to stop, okay?”

“Promise?” He leaned back on his knees, his olive green skin looking lovely in the warm glow of the lantern lighting the tent. His member was on full display, completely unashamed. The way it twitched in anticipation made your stomach flutter. “Yes.”

He lied down next to you, peppering little kisses in the crook of your neck. His hands began to roam your body, starting with your shoulders and slowly moving down to your tits. His calloused palm grazed over the sensitive peaks, causing you to let out a breathy sigh. He took your left breast into his hand, thumbing over your hardened nipple. He palmed your chest for a few moments more, like he was savoring each and every new part of you he explored. You felt his cock hard against your leg. You shifted your thigh, giving him just the lightest sensation of friction. The groan he mumbled into your skin made you feel hot between your legs. You clenched your thighs together, trying to get some relief.

His hand traveled down to your stomach, caressing the curves and grabbing a soft handful of skin. “Good…” He whispered. You shivered as his hand glided over your hips, so close to your entrance. He reached for the inside of your thigh, pulling it over into his cock. He let out another breathy sigh that left you completely slick with desire. His hand hovered over the mess of hair covering your mound. You opened your legs, giving him permission.

He started by slowly palming you, just beginning to give you the attention your pussy was desperate for. You felt a finger slip past your folds, getting drenched in the slickness. Khargaad shifted you up a bit so he could have better access to your chest. He dipped down, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucked playfully. “Oh f-fuck-” You were stuttering at the pleasure of it all. He grinned into your chest, “Keep making those noises sweetheart.” The pet name made your heart flutter.

He kept gently probing a finger up and down your slit, until he dipped one down just at the beginning of your entrance. His fingers were bigger than your own, but this wasn't so much of a stretch. He slowly sheathed the finger in you, “Tight.” He grunted. He made a come hither motion into that sensitive spot of your inner walls. You yelped out a completely sinful moan as he prodded you a few more times. His finger exited your hole, pulling the wetness of your cunt onto your swollen and sensitive clit.

“Khargaad-” Your hips bucked up into him as he swirled long languid circles around that little bundle of nerves. He pulled off, and sat back on his knees, “Can I taste you?”

It was the way he asked more than anything. Like he was close to begging for it. You nodded, spreading your legs for him. He settled down in front of you, using both of his thumbs to spread your lips apart. You felt the tip of his fat tongue probe your needy pussy. He reached up to play with your nipples, while he moved up to your throbbing clit. He started with light kitten-licks, making you whine and buck up into his mouth. That wonderful tongue of his made swirls and then quick flickering motions over the sensitive spot. At this point you were almost completely lost in pleasure, and reached down to thread your fingers through his soft brown curls. 

You were already sensitive when he started, so you were very close to finishing. You actually yelled when he inserted a finger into you. Prodding that sensitive spot while attacking your sensitive clit; it was making the most obscene wet noises. “Close.” That was all you could manage as he devoured you. There it was, feeling crushed over you like a ton of bricks. You coated this hand, legs spasming. He dipped down to lap up the remnants of your release. Your taste, your smell, the feeling of his hair clenched in your fist. He was addicted.

He leaned back, taking in his work. You had a hand on your forehead and a hand on your chest, calming down from what you just experienced. You glanced down at him, both hands on his thighs. His cock was completely erect, tip glistening with pre-cum. It was so heavy it bowed down under its own weight. “Y/n…” He was trying to figure out what to say next. His cock needed to be buried in your pretty little cunt. He needed to bottom out into you. He wanted to hear the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your skin with every thrust. But he couldn’t say that, though. He didn’t want to push you if you weren’t ready.

So when you propped yourself up on your elbows, legs spread for him, he almost felt like crying. His human mate was so strong. So ready for him.

He crawled over you, pinning your legs over his shoulders. He took the base of his cock into his fist, guiding it slowly over your folds. You were so warm for him. He pushed his pulsating tip past your lips, wincing from the sensitivity. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, but you were completely entranced watching his cock slide into you. His tip found your hole, sliding in but not going any further. He was absolutely strangeling the pillow he was resting his hand on, trying to maintain control. Khargaad was watching you, every little subtle expression. He kept sinking himself into you, stopping when you made the first wince of pain. He was big, and you were so tight. 

“Y/n?” You looked up at him through those pretty lashes. He nearly lost it all right there, just from the eye-contact. You got off of your elbows, leaning down completely. You gave a little nod, still making direct eye contact. Slowly and gently, he worked his way in until his hips were flush with yours. He leaned back, still buried in you, letting you adjust to the stretch.

He wouldn’t last long at all, seeing you like this. Your little face with knotted brows, arms thrown overhead. Khargaad brought his hand to your stomach, rubbing little circles into the soft skin with his thumb. You were perfect. Perfect to take his seed. Perfect for growing a little half-orc.

He wouldn’t yet, of course. Not until you were ready. For you, he would wait as long as needed. But his strange orc hormones and instincts craved it beyond explanation.

He began rocking out and back into you, keeping a slow languid pace. You reached out for him, and in an instant his head was nuzzled in your neck again. His pace started to ramp up a bit, earning little mewls from your lips. Oh he definitely wouldn't last much longer. “W-where…” His breath hitched in your ear. “Huh?” You were too flustered to try to understand what he was asking.

“Going to-” He was hissing and groaning, barely able to work out a sentence, “On your body- ah- or o-on the bed?” His motions were getting jerky. “Fuck- sorry- oh fuck.”

He pulled out just barely in time to empty himself onto your stomach. He fucked his rough fist through the climax, sighing at the sight of his seed coating your tummy. It felt a lot warmer than you expected, and much more… volume. He finally let go of his cock, reaching for a linen cloth and dunking it in a bowl of water he had set nearby. “I made a mess…”

He sounded so guilty, and you giggled at him teasingly. One of his hands cupped your face, while the other softly wiped the length of your cunt, messy from your own slickness. He wiped the cum that was coated across your stomach, being careful not to spill any on the bed.

“You did so good.” He started cooing sweet nothings to you while running his thumbs across your cheekbone, “Wore me out…” He chuckled, throwing the rag across the room. He yawned and stretched his arms above him.

“Do you want me to go home now?” You were all too familiar with the stories women told about men finishing and ordering them to leave. You didn’t quite have the confidence yet, to advocate for yourself. To tell him you wanted to spend the night wrapped up in his arms.

For Khargaad, this question felt like an arrow to the heart. Had he not done enough? To make it clear how badly he needed you with him? He laid down next to you, pulling you close, “I would kill the person who would try to take you from me right now.”

Here is Part 5 for you lovelies <3 <3 <3 btw Khargaad is living in a yurt, that's what I was trying to describe lol.

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[paucubarsisimp]

comfort

pairing: jude bellingham x reader, hector fort x ex!reader

summary: in which hector cheats on you and you find comfort in jude

warnings: mentions of cheating

a/n: this was requested on my wattpad, lmk if i should do a part 2.

the madrid night air was colder than usual — or maybe it just felt that way because your chest was cracked wide open.

you didn’t know where you were going. you’d left your phone buzzing on the hotel nightstand, unable to look at it after the message from hector. “i’m sorry. it just happened.”

1 and a half years of dating. quiet cafes, rooftop kisses, whispers in catalan you’d started to learn just for him. and it ended with four words.

you blinked against the wind, your heels clicking too loudly on the sidewalk as you kept walking aimlessly through the dim streets of salamanca. cars passed, couples laughed in restaurants behind glass windows, and everything felt too normal for a night when your heart was falling apart.

you weren’t even looking when you ran into him — literally.

you turned a corner too fast and collided with someone tall and solid. your shoulder hit his chest, and your breath caught as you stumbled back.

"oh—" you started, but he caught your arm gently before you could fall.

"hey, hey, you okay?" a voice asked, calm and warm.

you looked up. he was tall — taller than you expected — in a hoodie and joggers, curls a little messy, a takeaway coffee in one hand and worry in his eyes.

"i— yeah. sorry. wasn’t looking," you mumbled, brushing your hair out of your face.

he tilted his head. "are you… crying?"

your eyes widened. was i? you reached up and realized, yes — your cheeks were wet, your eyeliner probably a mess.

"oh god," you whispered, half laughing, half humiliated.

"no, no — it’s okay," he said quickly. "look, there’s a bench right there. do you want to sit down? i won’t ask anything, i swear."

something in his voice was so genuine that you found yourself nodding before you even thought about it.

you sat down on the edge of a wooden bench beneath a streetlamp, the air between you tense but not uncomfortable. he sat a respectful distance away, sipping his coffee.

"bad night?" he asked after a pause.

you let out a breath. "the worst."

"want to tell me about it?"

"i don’t even know you," you said, glancing at him.

he gave you a soft, sheepish smile. "that’s kind of the point. clean slate. no judgment."

you studied him for a second, the way his eyes stayed gentle and didn’t flicker to your lips or your legs like most guys you met. he didn’t seem interested in anything except being human. being kind.

"…hector," you said finally, the words stinging as they left your mouth. "my now-ex. cheated on me. apparently it 'just happened.'"

his brows lifted. "damn. i’m really sorry."

"yeah. me too." you looked at your hands, suddenly embarrassed again. "you probably don’t care. sorry. i shouldn’t be trauma-dumping on a stranger."

he laughed softly. "i mean, technically you ran into me. i’m just standing here being nosy with caffeine."

that pulled a tiny laugh out of you, the first real one in hours. "fair enough."

"i’m jude, by the way," he added. "and i still think he’s a complete idiot."

you blinked. jude. wait. jude bellingham?

now that you really looked at him, it was obvious — the soft british accent, the familiar curls, the quiet confidence. your eyes widened slightly, but he held up a hand.

"please don’t freak out. i’m just a guy who likes late walks and caramel lattes."

you smiled despite yourself. "okay. jude, the guy with a caramel latte. thank you."

he nudged the cup toward you. "want a sip? it’s good."

you looked at him like he was kidding, but he just raised a brow, so you took a cautious sip — sweet, warm, and oddly comforting.

"so… do you live here?" he asked after a beat.

"no. just visiting for a shoot. supposed to be flying back to barcelona tomorrow." you exhaled, your voice tight again. "or maybe not. i don’t know anymore."

"take your time," he said quietly. "no one says you have to figure it out tonight."

you were quiet for a while, just sitting side by side, watching the occasional car go by. you could still feel the heartbreak under your skin, but it didn’t feel as suffocating now.

"you’re not what i expected," you admitted softly.

"how so?"

"i figured someone like you — famous, busy, whatever — wouldn’t stop for a stranger on a sidewalk."

"i’m not always in the mood to be the 'famous' version of myself," he said. "sometimes i just want to be jude, the guy with a weird sleep schedule who gets a coffee at 10pm and bumps into people with broken hearts."

you smiled, resting your chin on your knees. "you’re good at this."

"what?"

"being kind. listening. making someone feel like they’re not falling apart as badly as they are."

he looked over at you, eyes soft. "maybe you’re not falling apart. maybe you’re just starting over."

starting over. the words echoed in your chest like something you didn’t know you needed.

"do you want to walk for a bit?" jude asked, standing and offering a hand.

you hesitated only for a second before taking it.

—

you ended up walking through quiet neighborhoods for nearly an hour. no cameras, no fans — just you and jude, talking about music, football, favorite takeout orders, and childhood memories. you told him things you hadn’t told anyone, and he did the same.

he didn’t treat you like someone broken. he treated you like someone he wanted to understand.

as the night grew quieter, he walked you back toward your hotel. the lobby lights glowed from the windows, but you stopped a few steps before the entrance.

"thank you," you said. "i know i barely know you, but… tonight would’ve been unbearable without you."

he smiled. "then i’m glad you ran into me. literally."

you laughed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "so… what happens now?"

"what do you want to happen?"

the question hung in the air between you — honest, open, without pressure.

you took a breath. "i want to keep talking. keep walking. maybe not tonight, but… soon."

"then let’s do that," jude said, pulling out his phone. "can i get your number?"

you took his phone and typed it in, saving your name and handing it back. his thumb brushed yours for a second longer than necessary, and your heart jumped a little.

"goodnight, jude."

"goodnight, mystery girl with perfect coffee taste."

you laughed, cheeks warm, and turned toward the hotel. when you looked back, he was still standing there, watching you — not in a possessive way, but in that gentle, steady jude way.

and for the first time since your world had fallen apart, you realized it was still possible to feel something real.

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[effervescentcvnt]

the protector of the forest - part 2

first part can be found here: part 1

cw: dubcon, dendrophilia

the plant begins by undressing you, and you hear the sound of fabric tearing. as your sensitive skin is slowly exposed, the plant pets you almost reverently all over your body, exploring it slowly. the appendages stroke your chest, your lips, even your ears and tickle your sides up and down until you giggle. the tendrils touch your thighs, inching ever closer to where you need to be touched the most. the plant is learning which spots on your body are the sweetest, teasing you until you can't help but whimper. it wraps itself all around you, one tendril even going around your throat, not really squeezing yet.

good, dear one. let me hear your pretty noises.

it takes particular interest in your nipples, rubbing and toying with them until they're hardened and aching. you're becoming needier, unable to hold back your moans, your noises filling the otherwise silent clearing. still, the plant has not even touched your cunt, and you’re already dripping thanks to the aphrodisiacs and the plant’s soft touches.

"oh gods-! touch my pussy, i need it so bad!” you whine.

beg for it.

“please please please- oh, touch my cunt, please, i need to be fucked!” you plead as your clit and hole ache to be used.

good pet.

then, one of the many thicker appendages finally reaches out to flick at your swollen, anguished clit before pushing into your soaked hole. it goes in inch by tantalising inch, spreading you wide open until it reaches the deepest part of you, pressing against that spot inside of you that makes you see stars. the tendril is girthy enough to fill you up perfectly, and it’s covered in small bumps that massage your soft walls exquisitely, making you writhe in ecstasy as it starts thrusting in and out of your gushing hole. you might have thought that being stimulated would help lessen the needy ache caused by the pollen but instead it becomes even more intense; it feels as though you are three times more sensitive than before, and your nerves sing in delight. you buck your hips and try to grind down on the vine, encouraging the plant to fuck you harder.

two smaller vines approach your clit, pinching it inbetween them, nearly making you scream. they knead your needy bud as your hole pulses. another tendril forces itself in your mouth, secreting a sweet, honey-like fluid, and you suckle on it enthusiastically without thinking twice. the liquid flows down your throat, warming you from the inside. as the plant sets a ruthless pace, pounding your cunt, you rapidly reach your peak. you howl in agonising pleasure; the orgasm is so strong it nearly makes you black out. the liquid you swallowed must’ve been another aphrodisiac because you immediately crave more despite not even having recovered from your first climax.

the two tendrils rubbing at your clit retreat as another vine with a small cup at the end latches onto your clit and begins sucking at it when the brutal fucking continues. when your second orgasm approaches, you realise that this one will be different, and before you can do or say anything, squirt sprays out of you, drenching your thighs and the vines below.

well done, darling. give me all you’ve got. 

obscene wet noises echo through the clearing as the plant has its way with you. thin vines swat your ass, the sharp sting only adding to your pleasure. orgasm after orgasm crashes over you as your mind spins and you lose yourself entirely to the overwhelming sensations. you have no control over your body anymore - you can only submit to the whims of the plant. you have lost track of time; you might have been there for hours with no breaks.

"i- i can't cum again... please don't make me..."

shhh, i know you can, little mortal. just one more time.

you are completely at the mercy of the ancient plant, a mindless doll with a single purpose: to feed the god of the forest with your body. there is nothing you can do as yet another climax tears through you. the sun is already setting when the plant finally releases you; the tendril slides out of your pussy, and the vine that was wrapped around your neck pets your cheek affectionately.

i am ever so grateful. you did well.

you cannot form words, but press a kiss on one of the vines. you slowly begin to notice the state you’re in: covered in pollen from head to toe, clothes torn in shreds, ass red and burning from the whipping, slick dripping down your thighs. how the hell are you supposed to explain this to your fellow adventurers? still, as you start making your way towards your camp, you feel wonderfully relaxed - just not in a way you had expected.

// i hope you enjoyed reading this!! i certainly enjoyed writing it bc i was edging myself the whole time and now i'm absolutely soaked

[ivystoryweaver]

Experimental Freedom [1] - Victor Frankenstein

Victor Frankenstein + master/servant + oral + overstimulation

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Pairing: Victor Frankenstein x Female servant!Reader

Summary: How you went from chambermaid to free use laboratory assistant. (Free use would be in part 2 if anyone is interested. We haven’t officially met this Victor yet, so I’m not sure)

Note: Frankenstein experts and apologists probably won't like this not-novel-accurate/pre-film-release nonsense. It's just for fun

Word Count: 4.8k

Content: explicit, p in v, unprotected sex, water sex, overstim, multiple orgasms, oral - f. rec., nipple play, brief/mild impact play, animal experimentation, not beta'd, Victor calls reader "Petal"

You started as a chambermaid. It was an honor to serve the master of the house, no matter how…peculiar. Of course, men had valets, not chambermaids, but Master Frankenstein hired you to tend to him, so that’s what you did.

This put you in constant contact with the doctor, who wasn't actually a real medical doctor, but simply a scientist, and a member of the aristocracy.

You thought you must have imagined it when he caught your gaze in his bedchamber mirror. When his touch lingered on your wrist after you’d handed him an item he needed. How he devoured the sight of your cleavage as you scrubbed up his messes and served him breakfasts in bed.

Your mother, God rest her, used to say it was a tragedy that someone as lovely in countenance as you was so low born. The best you could hope for in a marriage was to perhaps find a wealthy merchant.

But your parents perished crossing the sea and you finished your childhood in an orphanage, with no patronage and no prospects. So a servant’s life it would be.

That’s not to say you had not enjoyed certain…intimacies. Since you had no reputation to speak of, you gave your body to the first handsome man to flatter you at age eighteen. He was a clumsy oaf in bed but he brought you flowers and gazed at you like you were an important thing.

He did the same with the next girl.

Next, the butler at the house at the end of the street bedded you. He wasn’t much to look at but he was an attentive lover, showing you how a female could be pleasured by a man.

Then you came to be in the service of Victor Frankenstein.

The man was twice your age but you were stunned by his lack of pretension in dealing with his household staff. And he was astonishingly handsome, with wild, untamed, dark curls and haunting brown eyes.

Of course, you could never wish for a dalliance with such a man - he was nobility and therefore incapable of seeing you as anything worth…pursuing.

Which is why, one October night, he truly and utterly shocked you.

Master Frankenstein had been spending more time in his laboratory of late. This scientific chamber was more of a dungeon, down a winding, stone staircase, a long passageway and behind a heavy, bolted door.

He had begun taking his meals in the lab, which made you the unfortunate soul who had to clamber down the eerie path with a tray full of a meal worthy of your master.

Your instructions were to leave the tray outside the door, knock three times and leave. You were to wait an hour - then go back to retrieve it. And you were the only one allowed down the stairwell at all.

Tonight, he was waiting for you at the bottom of the stairwell. He greeted you by name, startling you.

"Forgive me, Master Frankenstein," you hastily apologized, struggling to balance the tray of delectable foods without spilling everything, upsetting your master, and making a fool of yourself.

"Allow me." He rushed forward, graciously taking the tray from your hands.

"Oh. Thank you." Granting him a brief, respectful bow, your skin warmed as his fingertips brush your hand. Eyes flickered over his loosened linen shirt, which revealed his surprisingly smooth chest.

"Would you like to see my laboratory?" He called back over his shoulder, entering the door where no one had stepped foot except for him.

Automatically and wordlessly following, you heard him continue.

"You do not easily swoon, do you? I do not have the patience to train another chambermaid to serve me as perfectly as you do."

As he set the tray down on a table, you rushed to tidy it and begin serving him, but he brushed your hand away with the flick of his wrist.

Backing away obediently, you bowed, unsure of what to do now.

"You must be curious about my work," he stated plainly, nodding around him with a grand gesture. "Please look around. I shall eat."

"Yes, master," you agreed, feeling freer now to indulge your curiosity without appearing nosy or rude.

Shelf after shelf of glass bottles, beakers and potions lined the walls. Organized chaos, it seemed. Dust coated the shelves, while the vials, beakers and instruments appeared pristine.

"You have questions," he declared, after taking a long swig of wine. Wiping his mouth clean, he folded his arms over his chest. "Ask me anything and I will answer you truly."

The tiniest smile tugged at your lips. His attention and patience with you pleased you.

"What do you do here?"

Smiling knowingly, he rose and began pacing, explaining to you his attempts to better human life by replacing defective body parts. For example, if an internal organ were to fail, a different one could, perhaps, be harvested from another human, just deceased. Or perhaps, a limb could be replaced when someone lost one to injury or illness or a defect from birth.

"Come," he instructed, offering his hand.

Your eyes widened as you tentatively stretched out your fingers to accept his touch. His warm hand closed over yours and he guided you to a table where you beheld a frog. Several, actually, most of them dead, and a few, with legs removed.

As you shuddered and recoiled, he grasped your shoulders and steadied you, hushing you like a parent would a child and ordering you to be still.

"I have attached a new leg, and the frog survived," he explained. "I do not know yet if he can hop, however."

Although you were not expecting to examine chopped-up frogs, you found yourself more surprised that the master of the house held you so close to his body and breathed on your ear.

"Do you think me a monster?"

His nose brushed the spot behind your ear, strong fingers gripping your arms as he if were asking something more of you.

"N-no, of course not, master," you uttered, certain he meant not to imply any interest in you.

"Do you understand what it does to me to hear you call me 'master'?" He groaned, lips trailing down to the skin of your neck, exposed where your hair was neatly tucked into a bun. A quick bite made you yelp. Chills erupted all over your body as you felt his tongue soothe the offended skin.

"Yes...master," you breathlessly panted, wildly confused but unwilling to pry yourself away from the handsome and powerful scientist.

Releasing his grip on your arms, he let you go, taking a full step back to compose himself.

Slightly trembling, you turned around to face him, your cheeks flaming hot as you found him adjusting his prominent length in his trousers before scrubbing a hand over the stubble on his angled jaw.

"I have behaved poorly," he declared, eyes raking over your body, pausing where the swell of your breasts rose and fell dramatically at the low-cut collar of your dress. "Forgive me."

"Of course, master," you breathlessly replied, eyes downcast as you smoothed your clothes and collected yourself.

Easing closer, he caught your gaze, nodding behind you. "You do not think it wicked to torture a poor frog just to see what I can do with a limb?"

"I do not know of such things. I am only a maid."

His throat bobbed as dark eyes locked onto yours. "Very well. You may go."

With a hasty bow, you grabbed the tray of dishes and made your exit.

Thoughts of his heated breath on your neck, his tongue on your skin, his fingertips digging into the flesh of your arms haunted and bewitched you the rest of the day. Of course, it wasn't unheard of for a master of the house to satiate his desires in the members of his staff from time to time, but Victor had never come some close to you as he had today. Nothing more than indulgent glances at your breasts.

Even if he bedded you, it would go nowhere. At worst, he would use you like an object and at best, he would bring you pleasure in return. But it would ultimately mean nothing.

As your thoughts lingered on the unknowable depths of his earthen eyes, the square cut of his jaw, the plush fullness of his lips, you felt yourself dampen between your legs, and you knew then, that you would allow any advances he made.

You didn't have to wait long.

Master Frankenstein worked late into the night, ignoring the evening meal tray you left outside the laboratory, and stumbling back into his room as you were turning down his bed.

He called you by name and you gasped at the sight of his clothes, hands and cheeks soiled with blood and other fluids.

"Master, allow me to draw you a bath."

He nodded, grumbling out a 'thank you' as he pulled his linen shirt over his head.

"I'll have food brought as well," you added, collecting his soiled shirt, but he reached for your elbow, grasping gently. "No food. I am quite tired."

"Of course," you bowed respectfully, trying not to stare as he kicked off his boots and dropped his trousers. Quickly setting aside his clothes, you scurried to prepare his bath, while he decided to shave, standing completely naked right beside you.

"Forgive my impropriety. My work has exhausted me," he attempted to explain several minutes later. "Will you wash me?"

Without realizing it, you wet your lips hungrily, struggling to keep your eyes fixed on his handsome face and not the beautifully sculpted lines and planes of his body.

Moments later, he sank into the warm water, head resting against the tub's edge as his eyes drifted closed. You had assisted the scientist with certain somewhat intimate tasks before, but he had never outright showed you his cock and asked that you bathe him.

Shallow breaths huffed through your lips as you reached for a cloth and dipped it into the water's warmth. With trembling fingers, you dragged the rag over his muscled chest, freezing as his eyes popped open to meet yours. He stared at you openly, fully, for a full minute before his eyes inevitably traveled down the smooth column of your neck to your heaving breasts. In this position, leaned forward and kneeling, he could see the fullness of them.

"You are very beautiful," he whispered, sitting up in the bath, which brought his lips dangerously close to the tempting line of your cleavage. "I worked all day and night trying to banish my wicked thoughts of you. I can see now that I have failed."

Wet fingers reached up to tug the laces holding your dress closed at your bosom. "I think if I do not taste you, I shall die."

He tugged and pulled until your breasts sprang free, full and ripe, nipples hard and straining, begging for his touch and attention. Breath and plush lips ghosting the swell of one breast, he cupped the other one gently, groaning in satisfaction as he massaged the soft flesh.

"I am your master," he choked out, restraining himself one moment longer. “But will you stay of your own free will?”

"I am yours to command, master," you gasped even as he sucked your nipple between his lips.

Your back arched, so sensitive and responsive to his touch, thrusting your breast further into his mouth, which he devoured hungrily. Dropping the cloth in your hand, your fingers found his wet curls, twisting through them and drawing him closer still to your bosom.

Hungry lips sucked at your soft skin, marking you for him, leaving a path from your nipples to your chest, along your collarbone, over the smooth column of your throat and finally, his mouth sought yours out - wet and demanding as he cupped your face in his hands and slid his tongue inside your mouth.

He didn't kiss you like any lover before him. Not like the bumbling eagerness of your first lover, nor like a self-assured man who treated you like the next whore in line. There was a dizzying experience to his kissing - he was no stranger to it, but he had nothing to prove. He was a wealthy, aristocratic scientist, who already had your obedience and all the time in the world to take with you.

You surprised yourself by how boldly you kissed him back, raking your hands through his curls and pulling him closer until your naked breasts pressed to his bare, solid chest, and closer still, until you lost your balance and began to tumble into the tub with him.

A chuckle rumbled in Victor's chest as he gathered you to his naked body, dress and all, even as you stammered out an apology.

With one firm shake of his head, he tutted, dismissing your fears. "Take this off," he instructed, tugging at your dress, "and bathe with me. Your master commands it."

Eyes locked onto his, you wet your lips with the tip of your tongue, holding his gaze even while you obeyed him. "Yes, master. I will do everything you wish."

He smirked knowingly, helping you shed the heavy fabric weighing you down, before reverently tracing the shape of your bare shoulder. "You may come to regret such a declaration, my soft, sweet petal."

Finally free of the obstruction, your soaked dress plopped to the floor, leaving you wet, naked and draped over your master, whose hands roved all over your curves, pulling you against him as his mouth sought yours again.

His cock pressed against your abdomen, hands grasping the globes of your ass, squeezing demandingly. Gripping your hips, he shifted your body until the hot core of you rubbed up and down the length of his shaft.

Tearing his mouth from yours, he reached between your bodies to drag his fingers between your folds. "Are you a virgin, Petal?"

Seeing you hesitate, his fingers slipped between your folds and found your clit, rubbing tempting circles over it. "Whatever your answer, it will not displease me. Do I need to open you up to take this cock?"

Almost involuntarily, your hips shifted, grinding against his hand as he fingered you open, teasing your clit with his thumb as one digit slipped inside, tauntingly inching toward the spongy softness.

"I am no virgin," you panted, "but not extremely...experienced either." Your eyes dipped demurely even as he boldly slid a second finger into your eager hole. "But I confess, you are...well endowed. Thicker and longer...and it has been some time."

Hearing your sweet lips utter things about the size of his cock had it twitching against your thigh, aching to bury it in your sweet cunt.

His eyes darkened with desire as you rocked against his hand, lips falling open as he stretched you with a third finger, shoving them deep inside you.

Hardly able to contain yourself, you fucked yourself faster on his fingers, tits bouncing in the water as you chased your pleasure. He didn't mind a woman with a little experience, especially for what he had planned for you.

He sucked your nipple into his mouth, rubbing you faster and faster until your body seized in ecstasy, pleasure surging through every part of you. Gripping his shoulders for support, you gave yourself over to it wholly. It had been so long since anything other than your own fingers gave you any pleasure, and never anyone so handsome or stately as Victor.

Before you could come back to yourself, he positioned your hips, notching his tip at your drenched folds, so wet and hot, even more so than the cooling bath.

You felt him enter you, thick and heavy, pushing in slowly, filling your fluttering cunt deliciously. Just when you thought he'd sheathed himself inside you fully, you rocked your hips, hissing suddenly as more and more of his length plunged inside.

"Too much?" He taunted, pushing in further still. "Be obedient and take all your master's cock."

"Yes, master," you panted, finally feeling the end of him stretch you wide open. With difficulty, you began to undulate beneath the water's surface, riding your master even as the sting of it made you want to lie down and give up - to simply let him use you, fuck you open, spill his seed and then let you recover.

Bracing your hands on his chest, you lifted up to better control your movements, shifting into a slightly more comfortable position. A soft sigh of relief left your lips as you started to ride him faster.

"You are certainly no virgin," he murmured against your throat, arms winding around your back, pressing and pulling you into him intimately. "You know how to fuck a man."

His bold words gave you pause. Perhaps he wanted a woman more innocent.

"Do not stop," he ordered you, easing back to look into your eyes. "I've not bedded such a beautiful woman in too long."

"Master, I - "

"Obey me," he lowly growled, gripping your hips and moving you back and forth, faster and rougher, until water overflowed out of the side of the tub, drenching the floor. "You said you are mine to command."

"Yes, master," you gasped, wrapping your arms behind his neck and sinking down on his length, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. The wet heat surrounding your bodies, sloshing loudly, making a mess of everything as you ravaged one another urged you to ride him faster, drawing a desperate moan from your throat.

Embarrassed that someone might hear you, you clamped your palm over your lips but he roughly jerked it away.

"Give your sounds to me," he panted as your slick, naked body bounced deliciously. "I want to hear what this cock does to you."

His filthy words went straight to your core, which clamped down hard around his length. Back arching, your walls fluttered around him, drawing his own orgasm out of him with a strangled cry. He gripped your shoulders and held you against him, making sure you took every drop of his spend until you slowed your rocking and melted against his chest.

He stroked your back soothingly, allowing you to come back to yourself, pressing gentle kisses to your temple and cheeks, and finally, as you turned your face up to his, he kissed your mouth, slow and deep as he softened inside you.

He tasted you and held you until the cool air kissing your skin alerted you to the fact that his bath and grown cold, and you still had not washed him. Sitting up abruptly, you pushed wet hair out of your eyes, hastily apologizing.

"You have given yourself to me. No apology is needed," he assured you, standing to help you out of the tub. "Let us quickly wash and I will find us something suitable to wear."

"Yes master," you whispered, scurrying to move quicker than him, and feeling awkward at the thought that Master Frankenstein would need to serve himself in any way.

The sight of your concerned flurry, while stark naked stirred something domestic inside him, and, at the sight of your bare ass bent over to scoop up your drenched dress, his hands reached for the swell of your hips from behind.

You flinched in surprise, quickly turning to face him, but he mistook it for you briefly for withdrawing from his attention.

"Forgive me," you both uttered simultaneously, sharing a soft laugh.

Easing toward you, he reached for your hand. "Will you be able to relax in my company, especially now that I've been inside you?"

Wetting your lips, you found yourself mesmerized by his water-slicked hair, and droplets dancing on his long eyelashes.

"You speak boldly, Master Frankenstein, as is your right," you diplomatically responded. "I do not know if I have earned the right to speak as plainly as you."

He shrugged one shoulder. "Say anything you wish. I will not hold it against you."

Shifting nervously from foot to foot, you glanced around you. "I have only this dress to wear. I-I should dress myself and draw you a new, hot bath before cleaning up this mess. I know you are very tired after your day."

With a small, knowing smile, he lifted the sopping dress from the floor. "Are you not also tired? Is your work day not also long?"

You weren't sure how to respond, so he took charge, as usual.

"I wish for us to quickly wash, ring out this dress and lie down in my bed."

"Yes, master." You quickly got to work, both of you doing as Victor instructed.

What you did not expect was to be laid nude across the softest, warmest bed your skin had ever touched. Victor slid into bed beside you, clean and naked. He pulled you close to his chest and covered your mouth with his own, kissing you deeply.

Your cold skin warmed quickly and you moaned into his mouth as he slid one muscular thigh between your legs, pushing the meat of his thigh between your wet folds.

He held you and kissed you for so long, a tiny sliver of your mind began to feel like his lover, safe in his bed, cherished and adored. Even more so when he kissed a trail down your throat to your breasts, where he kissed and sucked your nipples until your slick desire pooled and dripped onto the sheets.

Down further he went, kissing and littering your stomach with sucks and marks until his nose nudged between your legs. He paused, glancing up at you with hazy eyes through long lashes. “I want to experiment with your cunt."

The strange request confused you, but a breathy 'yes' fell from your lips. Once again, his bold words made you crave him even more.

You didn't realize then what you were agreeing to.

Victor dragged his hot tongue through your folds, collecting your juices before settling in, pulling your thighs over his shoulders, and placing a pillow underneath your hips. He spent the next half hour tracing every fold and exploring each crevice with nothing more than the tip of his tongue, from your clit all the way to your puckered hole. You were panting from the slightest stimulation, but there wasn't enough friction yet for you to come.

Next, he sampled you with his lips, sucking and kissing and hotly breathing over your folds, over and over until a whine from your mouth prompted his lips finally up to your clit. He massaged the swollen bud with his lips, but so feather-light, it felt like only a tease.

Your hands twisted in the sheets as he taunted you, ghosting your most sensitive spot with breath and brushes of his lips but never really lavishing you with the strokes and sucks and licks you craved.

Hearing you whimper again, he raised his head. "Tell me," he ordered. "As your master for what you need."

"Please," you cried, your hips bucking upward.

"Ask me," he repeated. "Beg your master."

"Your mouth, please," you gasped. "Put your lips on me. Suck me."

He swatted your cunt with his hand. The sharp sting granted you a moment of delicious friction and you moaned loudly.

"You presume to command me?"

"Please master," you begged.

He seemed pleased enough to lower his mouth back to your clit and gently suck it between his lips. Even that slight bit of friction and contact after so much temptation and teasing caused your back to arch wildly off the bed.

Smiling against your pussy, he worked his lips over and over your clit, sucking and and kissing and rolling his tongue over it until, only moments later, you gushed all over his mouth, gasping in pleasure.

After such a build up and delicious release, your body collapsed, craving sleep, but his experiment had only just begun. Without warning, he sucked at your sensitive bud again, for a full minute, pulling whining moans from your throat at the overstimulation.

He kept going, sinking the meat of his tongue into your core, gripping your thighs to pull you down, moving your limp body to fuck you on his tongue. It felt so good, but it was too much - you were too sensitive and he was relentless, plunging his tongue in and out of your hole as his nose nudged at your tender clit over and over again.

This time, he didn't wait for begging, he simply took, dragging you closer to another, harder climax which shook your body from head to toe, and brought guttural, filthy sounds and curses from your lips. You'd never come so hard in your life. It sent fiery pleasure surging through your body down to your fingertips and toes, contracting every muscle before it completely wiped you out and left you boneless.

But he would not relent. This time, his tongue collected your copious juices, laving a trail downward. Your body tensed as he toyed with parts of you no one had dared touch before, but it wasn't long before his lips kissed a trail back up to your clit. He sucked hard and the overstimulation you felt made you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Victor, please," you begged, without realizing your error. You were half out of your mind, after all, with pleasure and now, the slightest bit of nerve-searing pain.

He lifted up from between your legs, chin and lips glistening with your slick. "The sound of my name on your lips pleases me." And he dove back in.

Your mind went blank as he coaxed orgasm after orgasm from your exhausted body. Nothing in your life had ever felt so simultaneously painful yet so wonderfully delicious.

The next morning you awoke, groggy, naked, but clean. Quickly climbing out of bed, you tried to get your bearings. Victor finished dressing himself as you scrambled to your feet, apologizing profusely.

A luxurious robe lay across the end of the bed and Victor nodded toward it. "Put that on. Your dress is being cleaned and new dress will be delivered this afternoon."

"Y-yes, master," you stammered, quickly tying the elegant garment around your body, realizing you'd never felt such expensive fabric against your skin.

"Thank you, for your kindness, but...how should I go about my work day in a robe?"

"Take the day off," Victor shrugged. "When was the last day you took some time for yourself?"

You had no idea how to answer that. You typically received two days a month off, which was one more than most servants.

"But I had last Tuesday off, and who will serve your meals? Who will - "

"I require your services in the laboratory today," he interrupted. He then explained that he would have food brought to the top of the stairs for you to retrieve and bring the rest of the way to the lab.

The two of you took your morning meal together around an hour later, and Victor noticed how clearly uncomfortable you felt parading around his laboratory in a robe while shirking your duties.

"I apologize for what happened to your dress," he said softly as you gathered up the dirty dishes. Laying his hand on your arm, he halted your bustling. "Forgive me, Petal."

"Master Frankenstein, there is nothing to forgive. You've been more than generous. Indulgent, even. I do not even know what to say."

"Say you will quit worrying yourself."

"I cannot."

"You'll disobey my order?"

Your eyes dipped once more. "Of course not. I will obey anything you wish."

Victor motioned for you to empty your hands. Reaching for your hips, he guided you close to him, taking a seat on a stool as you stood before him.

"There is something I wish of you. I want you to give your body over completely to my control."

You fidgeted in his embrace, your skin heating at his proposition. "You mean...the way it was last night, in your bed?"

Pulling at the tie of your robe, he slowly nodded. "That and more." The robe fell open, revealing your naked body. "So very much more." Brushing the back of his fingers across your abdomen, he pressed his lips to your flesh, nuzzling between your breasts as chills erupted all over your skin.

"Say yes," he coaxed, mouthing at the swell of your breast. "Say your body and soul belong to me - utterly."

"Yes," you panted as his breath fell in heated puffs over your nipple.

This was how you came to be in a new kind of service to your Master Frankenstein, and how you found your wrists and ankles fastened to a laboratory table by metal cuffs, unsure of whether you would experience pleasure or pain. Or both.

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Back to you | Part 1

Pair: Jake(human and avatar) x Neytiri x Human reader (trio couple)

Warning: None, i think kinda sad. More in future, maybe soft-smut in the future.

Note: I'm still alive after disappearing for 1 month. Ahh omg, it's been so long, I'm so sorry. A lot of things have happened, more good than bad. But we're back…and as I had posted. Here I bring you this story, based on my mini-series 'mama's boy'. Here I share with you how our characters are paired up. I hope you like it, and let me know what you think and if I should continue with the mini-series. Love ya <3

+Read 'Mama's boy' HERE+

AVATAR MASTERLIST| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (final)

You were feeling uncomfortable in the metal chair, which was placed next to the bonding machine, which allowed humans to use their avatars. Since the routine expedition, Jake had not returned. Everyone knew he was alive, but where was he? No one knew. Grace had asked you as a favor to monitor him until he returned. You weren't complaining, but you had avoided having any contact with Jake. He reminded you of things…Not even 20 minutes had passed, when the machine made a noise indicating that it would open. You get up from the chair as quickly as you can, to assist Jake. You help him open the lid, finding a confused, sweaty Jake with a stupid grin that made your heart pound. “You won't believe where I am?” says Jake, as you let out a big sigh and shift your gaze to Grace.

“Oh my god…you're back!!!” shouts grace from her desk. Coming towards you, she was already releasing a machine to take jake's blood pressure. “Grace…I'm in” says Jake, the man was lying on his shoulders. He was still a little weak, you force him to drink water from a bottle. Taking his chin to make him open his mouth. While grace looks at him with confusion. “What?” grace continues to work on adjusting the machine on his arm. Jake had been so many hours without using his body, he could pass out at any moment. “Yes…they accepted me. I'm inside their home” jake, looks at you. “You're in the tree home?” you ask. You watch as he nods his face quickly. Grace takes jake's face in her hands, and gives him a warm smile. “I can't believe it…are you serious?!!!” grace was shocked. They had tried to get in, but it was impossible. “I'm with a girl…ahhh netyy ahhh” jake tries to remember and pronounce the name correctly of the girl who is supposed to help him adjust. “Neytiri?” you speak softly, but loud enough for jake to hear you. “Yes her” jake speaks up.

Grace looks at you quickly and she can see the sadness in your gaze. You change your face and mood, moving away from Jake, helping him to put his weight down. Turning away from them, you bump into norm who had approached you moments before. “Are you okay?” norm asks, touching your shoulder, but you push him away. Walking as fast as you could away from them, you wanted to get out of there. You felt short of breath and were wiping away tears hiding your emotion. She was fine. It had been so long since you had heard from her. On the other side a group of friends are confused, “What's wrong with her, did I say something wrong?” asks Jake, looking at Grace. The woman was still looking towards the exit, sighing deeply. “It's a long story…come on out of there you need to rest and tell me everything” says grace, helping Jake into his wheelchair.

Lunchtime came quickly, and the entire team was gathered in the dining room eating dinner. The group of scientists were very excited and focused on every word that came out of Jake's mouth. It had been so long since they had been able to have a connection with the Omaticaya clan. Even grace was giving him their undivided attention. Meanwhile you and norm were standing a little away from the group, eating the disgusting food. You couldn't help but laugh at the look on norm's face, you could tell he was very upset. You kicked his foot a little, “hey get that face away” you scolded him, but you saw how he snapped with his teeth. “I can't stand this… it's a very unfair” norm says. “Unfair?” you ask, as you put a mouthful of food in your mouth. “Yes, Tom has been studying for 3 years and I've been studying for over 6 years…and where am I? sitting here, doing nothing. In fact, if anyone in the whole RDA deserved to be with the omaticaya clan, it's you. You've been in pandora all your life…you're part of the clan” speaks norm annoyed, seeing how you interrupt him with your index finger. “Ah ah was…past!!!” you speak, lowering your gaze for a moment. Some memories come to your head, yes, it was very true what norm said, you were once part of the omaticaya clan…but it's been so long. Maybe… they have forgotten about you. “Norm…I understand your discomfort, but there's nothing we can do, the pretty boy was lucky to be accepted” you joke, seeing Norm's disgusted face. “Jake pretty boy?!!!! You have to be crazy” you laugh loudly, looking at the group of scientists who were still harassing jake. “Well…you were tom's girlfriend, that says a lot about you” Norm says, now he was the one laughing at you. “We weren't boyfriend and girlfriend…we just spent a few nights together” you speak up, laughing with your friend.

While you and Norm were still laughing, for a moment you see Jake look at you and give you a smile. You return it, seeing how jake makes a help signal with his hands. You laugh even harder, but you feel Norm pinch you “don't be fooled by the enemy” says Norm “Norm let me go!!!” you roll your eyes back. Norm could sometimes be very very annoying. But you were used to it, he had always been like that.

You remember when norm and tom came to pandora. Just for their studies, and you were the first to meet them. From then on… you had grown very fond of them. When the news that tom had been killed reached your ears, you were heartbroken, again…but you got over it little by little. But with the new member of the group, it wasn't very easy. Since Jake had arrived, he hadn't taken his interest in you, and to make things worse for you. Grace had delegated all responsibility for Jake's avatar to you, so if anything happened to him it was your fault. And the last thing you wanted was for a $20 million dollar avatar to happen to him, or else the RDA was going to kill you.

After the meal, and when everyone was about to go to their respective rooms. Norm had gone ahead walking as fast as he could through the cold corridors of the RDA. You were walking more calmly, plus you wanted to meet Jake. You felt you owed him an apology for leaving him alone. By pure chance you find him, you see that he was talking something with Quaritch. You look at him with concern, if you knew one thing, it was that quaritch never had good intentions, if he wasn't given anything in return. When you see both men stop talking, you decide to approach jake. “Hello” you speak softly, catching the man's attention. Jake turns around, with a small smile. Lifting his gaze. “I'm all ears” jake says. You had barely spoken to jake since he arrived, so you were a little nervous. “One question…ahh where did you leave my avatar?” you ask. “Your avatar? It's in a safe place” jake says. “Yeah, but what safe place?” you wanted him to be more literal, because his concept of safety might be very different from yours. “I'm sleeping in some kind of giant leaf…ahh I don't remember” jake speaks up, shuffling his hair.there was a short silence between the two of you, but you decide to speak. “You're in the big tree?” you speak. Jake can see your eyes light up for a moment. “Yes…that. There I am” jake can see you kneel down in front of him, and move much closer. Placing your hands on his knees. As if whatever you were going to ask him, you didn't want anyone else to hear. “And how did you see everything? Is everyone okay?” you ask. “Yeah…normal, there's only one who seems to be a bother and he's warrior…I don't remember his name” jake says and can see how you smile softly. “That's tsu'tey” you speak. “That same one, do you know him?” jake gets closer to your face, and you quickly push him away. “Ahh thank you for answering me…see you tomorrow” you get up quickly, and leave quickly. Before you continue walking to your room, you stop “By the way…sorry for leaving you alone when you wake up, next time I'll take better care of you” you apologize, and turn to continue on your way.

Jake stood there confused, he thought you looked kind of strange. But cute…very cute. He could understand his brother now. Laughing to himself, he started on his way to his room. Although he must admit that he found it even stranger, that you knew the name of that navi. It was assumed that only people who have an avatar have had contact with the Omaticayas, and he understands that not all of them have. How did you know that?

The next day came quickly, and Jake had almost no time to wake up…because he had to get up early. Wiping his eyes, he was already sitting on the edge of the connection machine. “Good morning” you hummed, approaching him. You had a cup of coffee in your hands, offering it to him with some vitamins. “Good morning gorgeous” jake chuckles, as he can as norm makes a dirty face. “Here…you'll need this” you hand him the stuff. “And this?” jake asks. “It's some vitamins that will help your body not collapse from not eating all day and a coffee” you speak, as you practically force jake to take it all. Grace approaches you, accompanied by Norm. “Well, here's the information,” says Grace, showing Jake a screen. On it was all of neytiri's information. You come to Jake's side, looking at the screen with a warm smile. “Please don't disrespect her….y do not be a jerk” norm speaks, giving jake a dirty look. “You're just upset because I'm the one going on a date with the leader's daughter” jake says in a mocking voice. Grace rolls her eyes and tells you to take care of hooking Jake up. As jake lies down, you approach him. “ Advice…don't try to flirt with neytiri” you speak up. Watching as jake raises an eyebrow, and laughs a little. “There you go…and how do you know that?” he speaks. You now give him a big smile, but one of sarcasm. “I know why I say that” you speak, as you turn away from jake. “You should listen to her,” Grace shouts from the distance. “Good luck…soldier” you speak, being the last face jake saw to wake up in his avatar body.

And yes, jake should take your advice, you knew neytiri more than anyone. And yes you were hating the fact that he could be with her. It had been so many years since you last saw her, you didn't even get to say goodbye…nothing. The last time you saw Neytiri was when that tragedy happened at school. You sigh a little, as you begin to prepare the week's paperwork. But your thoughts are interrupted when you feel grace sit down next to you. “I have good news… a new project is coming out tomorrow,” says Grace. You look at her curiously. “Project?” you ask. Grace's face ascends. “Yes…we need to be closer to the clan, a place we are safe, but we can still get on with the project 'jakesully” says grace, watching you laugh. “I was able to convince the RDA idiots to have a bunker, where we can have a team, a small lab. i'm counting on you, right?” grace looks at you with a raised eyebrow, waiting for your answer. “Can I refuse?” you speak, feeling Grace hug you and press a kiss to your hair. “It'll be for the best… we'll have a great time, no personal space” grace jokes, as you groan loudly.

And as if by magic, within a week you were in the bunker in the middle of the jungle. Norm, grace, judy, jake and you. Although judy came and went from time to time to get everything you needed. Even though she used to get away so often, she was part of the team. You adjusted too quickly, it seemed to be comfortable. And the comfort you felt around Jake was increasing too, and very quickly. This seemed to be nice for grace, she liked to see you happy and excited about something or someone…it had been a long time since she had seen you like this. Watching from afar, as you wiped jake's face with a wet rag. “I'm not a baby” says Jake, as you wipe his eyes. While you hold your face with both hands. “Yeah but you're barely taking care of yourself…I know your avatar body is amazing, but you're here” you touch his chest and feel his heart. “Can you feel it moving? It's that fast for you “ jake jokes, watching you laugh and turn away from him. “That was the worst thing you've said so far” norm complains from behind you, as he sips his coffee.

You liked it when jake would go back to his body in the afternoon, and do his video documentaries. And you could listen to everything he had learned, plus he would also tell you everything he had done with neytiri. “It's just that it's hard to use the bow…it's” Jake would explain with his hands, you could see the frustration in his eyes and gestures. Neytiri could be very rude at times, but that was the way it was and he had to learn. “The trick is to put pressure on the back arm” you move, and show him the pose. “And boom…done” you joke. Jake shakes his head to the side, watching as you continue to explain how he should do things. Just like neytiri was doing, they were explaining almost identically. Jake leans forward and brushes a strand of hair away from your face. Tucking it behind your ear. “Thank you” you speak timidly, now pulling away. “Thank you for helping me” jake says.

Since you had gotten closer to him, he had improved so much with the lessons with neytiri. If she told him something, he would ask you as soon as he returned to his human body. And you answered him without hesitation, sometimes he didn't understand how you knew so much about the clan. Only grace and a few avatars were supposed to have had contact with the clan, norm could know some things. But you were an expert. And your advice is really paying off. Now jake was in his avatar body, he was holding the bow again, and he remembered what you had said to him. “Neytiri was asking you to put strength in your arms, so you will be more accurate in your shooting” jake remembered your words, he adjusted his stance. Neytiri was approaching him, but stopped short. When she noticed Jake's stance, she stood watching him. Seeing how the shot was perfect. “Well done” says neytiri, watching as jake smiles at her. She was wondering how he had improved overnight. But if she could tell, it was the technique jake was using…it was very similar to yours. Neytiri tries to distract herself and keeps walking towards the prey.

For a moment during the day, the two of them had sat down in a nice quiet meadow to eat something to eat…neytiri was minding her own business eating her food. But she could feel jake's gaze, he might change his gaze once or twice. But he would look back at her. “ What are you looking at so much?” speaks neytiri without taking her eyes off her fruit. Jake remains thoughtful for a moment. “That necklace around your neck” jake points to the woven necklace neytiri had around her neck, she touches it while looking at it warmly. “What is it?” jake asks, but he thinks he knows the answer. The reason he's asking is because the night before, when he came over to fix your hair. He could see you had that same necklace, he wanted to believe it was something grace gave you. But today he noticed the same one on Neytiri and was surprised. They were identical. “This…” neytiri holds her necklace tightly. “This is a memory of her” neytiri says, she stops eating for a moment. She could look thoughtful, like she was remembering someone. “Her?” asks jake. Neytiri looks at him slowly, you could see her little teary eyes. But she gets up suddenly, “Come on…we have a lot of things to do” says neytiri. Jake stands up behind her, and catches her hand to stop her for a second. “Neytiri…are you okay?” the boy asks. Neytiri squeezes jake's hand for a moment, looking down and taking a deep breath. “Yes,” she says. Starting to walk to a new route, but Jake could tell how she didn't let go of his grip and continued to hold his hand tightly. Jake didn't refuse at any point, neytiri is not very affectionate to say the least, and the fact that she was still holding his hand. It meant that she needs him right now.

That same afternoon, when jake and neytiri came home from training, they had lunch with the whole clan. And lay down to rest in their respective places, neytiri waited a few minutes to carefully lift her head and see if jake had finally fallen asleep. She had her home with her parents, being still single, neytiri could live with her parents. But right now, she had the task of training and taking care of Jake. So she had to be wherever he was. Neytiri notices how Jake is asleep. Getting up from her hammock, to walk carefully in the branches. Leaving the resting area, running carefully to her ikran. “sense…come on” says neytiri, climbing into her ikran quickly. flying away from the familiar tree, she hopes no one was following her, because she was heading to a place she only knew about.

Not far away, there was a very tall tree. Too tall to be anything but scary for anyone to come and interrupt. Neytiri leads Seze to a giant branch, which had a beautiful view of the jungle of Pandora. Neytiri climbs down from the ikran, stroking the creature's head, stretching a little. To approach the tree trunk, picking up a small bag. Now to sit on the edge of the branch. She sighs a little, looking at the scenery. Opening the bag, and taking out of it a piece of paper. Very carefully she unfolds it and laughs to see what was drawn on it.

A cute doodle drawing…on it were two girls. Neytiri laughs to herself, as she touches the paper wistfully. “I hope you never forget me…my Y/N” Neytiri speaks softly. Hugging the paper carefully, this was the only thing I had of you.

What do you think? should I continue? btw, If you want to be tagged, let me know.<3

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We’re jk oc deprived 😭😭😭

Any new Drabble ?

noooo I can’t seem to finish any of my works for them, there’s only like prompts of barely 500 words here’s sum for you guys🥳🥳🥳🥳

1.

“Do you guys have triple extra-large condoms?”

“Your dick is not that big, oh please,” Yoongi bursts out laughing, throwing his head back and covering his face with his hands. You can’t help but snort softly as Lora tries to figure out how many inches triple extra-large would be using her hands.

“How is that possible..?” Jimin says, laying his head down on the hotel room bed beside Taehyung, who’s been snoring away since you all arrived.

“Just because you have a small dick doesn’t mean I do,” Jungkook retorts, crossing his arms and leaning against the colorful wall of the room.

You’re all in Las Vegas, celebrating Jungkook’s and your three-year wedding anniversary. It was a spontaneous trip planned just a few hours before catching the earliest plane. None of you are new to Vegas, Taehyung, who’s lacking enthusiasm. The moment he steps foot in your and Jungkook’s hotel room, he knocks out.

The room has become the main hangout spot for everyone.

“I aspire to be as delusional as Kook,” Ari jokes from her spot on the floor in front of the mirror, curling her hair. The group bursts out laughing as Jungkook rolls his eyes and wraps his arms around your neck from behind, joining in the laughter.

Jungkook’s strong personality is one of the things that drew you to him. He always knows how to make you laugh, no matter the situation, with his random remarks and perfect timing.

2.

“I think this is the dumbest thing ever,” Jungkook sighs, bouncing his leg where Iseul is sitting, sucking on her pink pacifier. Her two small pigtails bounce with each movement of your husband’s leg.

“She needs them, they’re literally mandatory, baby,” you lay your head on his shoulder, glancing around the clinic and noticing a brunette mom making googly eyes at your husband. Jungkook, too worried about his daughter, doesn’t even notice.

“I know, but do you not hear all the babies crying?” Jungkook says, watching Iseul giggle at his worried expression. “I’m afraid you’re worrying more than her,” you laugh, squeezing Iseul’s cheeks, making her squirm in Jungkook’s lap. “Aren’t you so cute, huh?” You coo, eliciting giggles from Iseul.

“Oh no,” Iseul pouts, pointing to the pacifier on the ground. “Oh no, it’s right, princess,” Jungkook bends over, picking up the pink pacifier and passing it to you. Iseul reaches for it eagerly, but you scrunch your face, sticking out your tongue. “Yuck,” you say, and Iseul mimics you, making Jungkook laugh at her reaction. “God, can’t believe I made such a perfect offspring,” Jungkook exclaims, showering Iseul’s face with kisses, which only makes her laugh more.

“You did not just call her offspring,” you gasp, a snort slipping past your mouth, making Jungkook laugh loudly before quieting down, realizing where you are. “Jeon Iseul?” The door opens, revealing a woman, likely the doctor’s assistant.

You and Jungkook immediately stand up, making your way to her. “Iseul?” she asks, and you confirm with a smile, interlocking your fingers with your husband’s as he holds Iseul on his other arm.

“Okay, follow me,” she says, leading you through a hallway adorned with pastel colors and animals painted on the walls, catching Iseul’s attention as she points and babbles.

“Gee-raffe!” she babbles, her baby teeth showing as she smiles at the animals. “Aw, she’s the cutest,” the assistant remarks, turning to give a warm smile to your daughter. She opens a sliding door with a giant elephant in the middle, leading you inside.

“Take a seat. Whoever’s going to hold her, please sit there,” she points to the big chair in the middle of the room. Jungkook sits, placing Iseul on his lap and adjusting her dress.

“Okay, can you tell me her birthday?” the assistant asks. “November 10th, 2022,” you answer, adjusting your cap as Jungkook pokes Iseul’s cheek.

“Okay, the doctor will be here in a few. Bye, Iseul. Nice meeting you,” she waves at your daughter, who waves back before the assistant exits the room.

3.

“I want another one,” Jungkook whines, attacking your neck with kisses. “Baby, no,” you moan as he sucks and nips, leaving red marks on your throat.

“Please, give me another one,” your husband pouts, finally looking at you. His tattooed hand holds the base of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss as he smiles into it, making your teeth clash.

The kiss is messy, strings of saliva connecting between you both each time you separate to catch your breath. Jungkook bites your lip, making you moan into his mouth, to which he replies with a cocky smile.

“I’ll fuck you so good, baby, please,” Jungkook whines between kisses. “Please,” kiss. “Please,” another kiss. “Please,” and another.

“We can’t,” you reply between kisses. “Why the fuck not? We can do them right now,” Jungkook says, pulling you closer by your throat.

Jungkook has been wanting another kid, but as much as you want to say ‘fuck it’ and do it, you just couldn’t at the moment. You’ve been too busy with school, and the same goes for Jungkook with work, but he didn’t seem to think it through. He wanted another mini you, turning the house upside down alongside Iseul.

“Please, Iseul would love to have a brother… or sister,” he adds late, causing you to side-eye him, which only makes him smile as he nestles into your neck.

“No babies yet, let’s wait,” you happily sigh as he places a kiss on your collarbone, twirling a strand of your hair.

“So we’re not fucking?” Jungkook peeks up with a grin as you burst out laughing. “Not without protection,” you scratch the back of his head, making him moan before he rests his head on your lap, looking up at you with a smile.

“I see how it is,” you joke as you feel him shift in your arms before laying his head on your lap. “What?” you ask, placing your small palm over his face before moving it around. Jungkook sticks his tongue out, licking your palm, which has you quickly retrieving your hand.

“Ew, you’re nasty,” you scrunch your nose as he reaches for your hair, pulling gently.

“That’s nasty? You literally asked me to spit in your mo—,” before he could finish, you place your palm over his mouth again, shutting him up as his eyes widen with amusement.

“Shush,” a small giggle leaves your lips as you blush like a high school girl. You’ve known Jungkook for over ten years, and till this day, he has you giggling and kicking your feet whenever he looks at you.

“I miss your lip piercing,” you pout, squishing his cheeks with your hand as he laughs, poking your belly button with his pinky. “I do too, but Iseul literally ripped my shit,” he says, a pained expression on his face as he remembers his daughter pulling on the lip piercing with incredible force.

“Is that why you took out your ear ones too?” you ask, biting your lower lip as your finger plays with his pierced earlobe. He nods, his eyes fluttering closed as your fingers trace along his perfectly carved eyebrows.

“Well, I miss them,” you pout, tracing the outline of his lips.

“I’ll put them back on tomorrow,” he winks, making you roll your eyes before pinching his lips together.

4.

“I still can’t believe you guys won’t add me to the group chat,” Jungkook whines, leaning his head on your shoulder and looking up at you with hopeful eyes.

“It’s only girls, so no,” Eunbi says, finishing braiding her thick blonde hair as Jungkook sends her a dirty look, which she returns.

“Namjoon is on it?” Your husband continues poking your cheek, as if that would make you add him to the group chat. But only if he knew that you weren’t even admin, and that it was Eunbi’s job to begin with.

“He’s part of the girls. He just gets us,” you give him an apologetic look, which he rolls his eyes at before scooting to the furthest edge of the couch and crossing his arms.

[bigbootyshortboi]

Hitchhiker Andy (part 1)

(This story is from the reader's pov, contains fetish content, and is meant to be interpreted as M/M gay content. The man in the photo is meant to be Andy, I do not know who he is or his real name)

I've been driving down this road for at least an hour, haven't seen another car for miles, and honestly... I'm glad.

It's been a rough week, I've spent most of this ride crying my eyes out, hoping that once I'm back home with my family, all will be better, all will be good once I'm away from the pained memories of my ex, Axel.

I knew I shouldn't have moved out to the city. Everyone was right to say Axel wasn't trustworthy, that all he'd want from me was 'a hot piece of ass' god, I feel so stupid.

As I was lost in thought, I saw something tall and tan in the distance... is? Is that a guy? He has his thumb stuck out and what looks to be... white boxers in his hand? He's completely naked, but considering he's probably lost and in need, I decide to slow down as I catch up to him. He smiles through the passenger window, seeming relieved as I roll it down.

"Hey sir, are you alright?" I say, trying not to bring attention to the fact he is naked, nor the fact that his body is genuinely mesmerizing.

"Hey man, oh my god, you have no idea how relieved I am that someone finally stopped. Some old lady wolf whistled at me like 20 minutes ago, but other than that, nobody has given me a second look, haha." He chuckled softly, his voice slightly deep, but mostly friendly and warm. "Do you mind if I hop in? Some douche left me stranded here, and I'd like to give 'em a piece of my mind," He smirks before looking behind himself, seemingly at his own ass, "Or maybe something else" He looks back up and me cheekily, grinning ear to ear, he seems to have that golden boy 'can't stay mad at him' energy, it's quite endearing, even if he clearly has mischief on the mind

I notice he's looking at me expectantly, and realize I need to respond "Oh- um... s-sure? I wouldn't want to just leave you here. But can I ask why you're not wearing any clothes... especially when you have those" I point to his boxers and unlock the car door as I do, he hears it click and opens the door, setting his bare, and impressive, ass on the seat of my car. When he looks up at me, his face gets serious

"Some dick nozzle thought it was okay to hook up with me when he was seeing someone, even had the nerve to say they were practically nothing to begin with. I don't mind something casual. Hell, I was the one who messaged him, but I'm no home wrecker. Once I found out, I immediately stopped what we were doing, pulled out, and told him to get the hell out of my tent- hold on-" abruptly, he stopped talking and lifted his right leg off his chair, pointing his ass to the door

BBFRRRRRRRRRTTT

"Ah~ 'scuse me, so I stopped fucking him and told him to leave my camping tent, he was supposed to drive me home but after he packed the camping equipment and our clothes, he drove off all fussy saying 'he'll fix this' before he left me. These undies are his, not mine, wouldn't be able to fit over my big dumper anyway haha, well, i dont know, I guess they're not mind who cares if I rip a hole in them, all well."

I kinda just sit there, shocked. I don't even know what to say. I thought Axel was an ass but whoever decided to leave this fine man stranded and ruined 2 relationships in the process definitely takes the cake. I also can't really ignore the stink this man caused. Sure, the rip was impressive, but DAMN I was not expecting a stench like that, especially after just meeting the guy.

"What's up?" He says, looking concerned. "I didn't mean to like dump all my shit on you, bro. Sorry, yesterday was just HELLA ass for me. Wait, you aren't staying silent 'cuz you got a problem with me liking dudes right-"

"W-what? No no no, I'm actually gay too, and I'm sorry for what happened to you, and that guys partner, dude sounds awful... I-I just wasn't sure what to say"

He smirks up at me and nods, seemingly relieved I'm not some homophobic loser. "Cool, cool. Hey, by the way, do you mind if you take me back where you came? I know it's a long drive, so you can drop me off at the next gas station if you need instead, but I wanted to get some petty revenge on that asshat and he lives back there"

I giggle a little at how hell bent he is to get revenge, I don't know what he's going to do, but considering his smirks and playfulness, I doubt it'll cause real harm "Sure, I'm not in a hurry anyway, home is a long way's out but my fam wasn't expecting me until I called last night so I'm sure they'd be relieved to have more time before I get there" He shoots me a huge, giddy smile

"Sick dude, you're the best!" he reaches over and hugs me tightly, but not tight enough to hurt, I feel his naked body mostly pressing against mine as he reaches across from his seat to mine. I blush at the contact, feeling pretty safe in his embrace, before I feel something in his stomach rumble against mine "Oof, sorry dude, I normally don't like to rip around all the cute guys until I get to know 'em, but those beans from the camper got me fucked-"

BRAAAAMMMP-PRAAAMP-FRRRPT

"Ah, god, that feels good to let out, sorry handsome." He lets go of me somewhat and smirks, somehow both seeming genuinely sorry while also proud of himself as he looks down at me. It was kinda of a wild, maybe a little... erotic? Sensation, feeling his abs rumble against me before he let those meaty blasts out. The stentch was quite strong, and I coughed slightly, but I smiled back up at him "It's alright dude, don't worry" I can feel it in my face that I'm still blushing, the intimacy of this naked man getting close to me, being open with me, being so openly queer, and even the way it felt when he let that gas out on me. It felt so... right, like I was meant to meet him, he seems like a really stand up guy

"Ha, I'm glad, I've known quite a few gay guys who can't stand it when my ass blasts, all the straight dudes find it fun to challenge me to contests though, so it's a fun trade off." I decide to start the car as he sits back down and buckles up, doing a u-turn so we head back from where I came

"Do you win often?" I say, chuckling, I am genuinely curious, it's a weird topic, but he seems proud of it, and he's cute, so honestly, I just wanna hear him speak "Oh yeah all the time, like you hear this shit?"

FRRRRRRRRRRRIPPPPT

"Haha, smell of a champion, dude." He jokingly flexed his muscles and bounce shis pecs at me as he laughs, and I laugh too, giggling like a school girl. "Oh I almost forgot-" he says

"What?"

He reaches his hand out to mine

"Name's Andy." He smiles

"Nice to meet you, Andy!" I smile back "I'm-"

The end of part 1

(Lol I can't tell if I wrote this shit well or not, I was expecting to focus more on farts and less on lore but I guess I got invested? I plan to explore Andy's gassiness more if/when I continue, but I think for a start this was a good balance of just introducing him. Thanks for reading!)

[xoxochb]

⋆·˚ ༘ * where’s the trophy? he just comes running over to me

warnings: literally none, this is tooth-rotting fluff

pairing: luke castellan x daughter of demeter

summary: the three times luke knew he was in love with you and the one time he told you

1. your beautiful eyes stare right into my eyes

trying to pretend your best friend (aka your crush) wasn’t staring at you was almost impossible. it was even more difficult when he was sitting directly next to you, and you couldn’t help the pink hue making its way to your cheeks

you thought he wouldn’t notice because the sun had set and the only lights were the moon and the fire in front of you

but he did.

“what’re you thinking about?” luke asks, nudging your shoulder with his own

“nothing, just watching the stars” you quickly pull you gaze down from the sky to the boy beside you

“are you in love with them?” he teases

“shut up” you laugh

“well why are you blushing? do you have a crush?” he pokes your cheeks, but you slap his hand away

“I’m not blushing, it’s just hot” you make up an excuse

“it’s cold outside” he stated

“I have a sweatshirt on, einstein” you roll your eyes

“then why are you still wearing it?” he inquired, giving you a confused look

“It smells like you, I like it” you bite your bottom lip

and know it’s lukes turn to blush

“are you in love?” you joked

but he knew the answer to it. the real answer, he was in love, so so deep, and he wanted to tell you since the first day your gaze met his but he didn’t want to risk a perfect friendship, so he stayed silent, hoping one day you would realize how much he truly loved you

“possibly”

2. so make the friendship bracelets

you had spent the past hour trying to make this bracelet perfect. you wanted to make it for luke for no specific reason, at first you were doing it because you were bored, but as more time passed you thought you should make it for someone else

and who’s better to make it for than your best friend?

“hey flower, what’re you up to? I haven’t seen you all day”

speaking of

he takes a seat beside you on the grass

“I’ve been busy” you say, not taking your eyes off the bracelet as you finish tying it up

“did you eat today? you weren’t at breakfast” he questions

“no, skipped. wanted to make a bracelet,” you take his arm and slid the bracelet around his wrist, “for you”

you look up at him only to find him already looking at you with the most lovestruck expression ever, and you blush madly at this

“It’s beautiful” he whispers, not once looking down at the bracelet

and oh gods you could have passed out right there

and as for luke, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, no matter how hard he tried (which wasn’t very hard, he wishes he could stare at you for the rest of eternity) his eyes were permanently glued to yours

3. I’m sinking, our fingers entwined

counselor duties had been called off for the day and you thanked the gods for that, these kids are absolutely exhausting

you walk over to the nearest tree and lean against it for a moment, taking a moment to breath

“hey stranger”

oh that voice

“hi luke” you beam

“what’re you doing here? you don’t want the harpies to get you, do you?” he teases

“you’re out here too” you point out

he shrugs, “c’mon I’ll walk you back to your cabin”

he holds out his hand for you and you take it without hesitation.

It’s so warm is the first thing you think. it’s comforting, and you wish his hand could always be intertwined with yours

and of course, luke thinks the same. he could die happy if his last moments were spent holding your hand.

the walk back to your cabin was silent, but not awkward, you both enjoyed just being in each other’s presences, even if that mean you weren’t talking

this was enough

“here we are” he remarked

“yep… I’ll see you in the morning?” you ask

“always” luke smiles and gives you that same lovesick expression he always does

and you can’t fight the large grin making its way to your face, “goodnight luke” you whisper

“goodnight flower”

and he doesn’t untangle his fingers from yours until he’s to far from you to touch them

4. the sign on your heart said it’s still reserved for me

you weren’t the biggest fan of capture the flag, but you knew it always made luke happy when you did

so you played

the majority of the game you sat and watched, looking out for anyone on the opposing team until you heard horns, signaling that the game was over

you quickly sit up, running to wear you hear cheers, hoping it’s from your team

and it is.

you reach the crowd, eyes meeting the chocolate brown ones you loved

you reach luke, swiftly throwing your arms around his neck, and he wastes no time in dropping the flag, putting his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer

“I’m proud of you” you say pulling away, arms still around each other

luke is wishes he knew where this confidence came from, but seeing you so close to him, a large smile on your face, and the same lovesick expression he always gives you in your eyes this time, he can’t wait any longer

“I’m in love with you” he blurts out

your eyes widen at those words, and you stay like that for a moment, but you knew this, didn’t you? you always saw it in his eyes

and you pull him in for a sweet, long-awaited kiss

it was as perfect as you imagined, the kiss, the boy, the moment, everything

[cherry-coffees]

Labyrinth, Chapter 4: You Would Break Your Back to Make Me Break a Smile

Premise: You and Vi bask in the glow of your recently confessed feelings, even as the rest of the family discovers them. But when you take an injury during a job, Vi helps you through your healing.

cw: 2.8K words | childhood crush!Vi, hurt/comfort, so much fluff, confessions, dynamics with young!Powder, mentions of drinking, mentions of blood/injury (nothing too intense), did I mention there's fluff?

Ch. 1 | Ch.2 | Ch. 3 | Ch.5

You wake the next morning, stirring at the distant sounds from the kitchen downstairs. You shift slightly in the bed as you stretch out your limbs, blinking sleep from your eyes, when an arm tightens around you. Oh. Right.

Vi’s curled around you, spooning you from behind in her sleep. Her breath is warm against the back of your neck, arm firmly encircling your waist to keep you close. As you stretch, she blinks a few times before her eyes open, and she lets out a sleepy sigh. “Morning.”

“Morning,” you repeat, smiling. You roll over just enough so that you’re facing her as your legs tangle with hers. Vi normally slept across the room next to Powder, but she had been unable to let you go last night when you had walked back to the house from the training area.

“Kiss?” Vi asks, her voice almost sounding hopeful with her puppy eyes to match. Gods, are you weak for those puppy eyes. It’s unfair, really.

You exhale, almost a laugh — though careful to keep your voice quiet as so not to wake up a sleeping Powder across the room. “We just woke up, Vi. My breath is probably terrible.”

“You think I give a shit?” She rolls her eyes at your excuse as her hand comes up to cradle your jaw. “Humor me.”

“Alright,” you concede, because it’s not like you’re opposed to kissing your… well, whatever you are now. After some more sweet kisses last night before falling asleep in her arms, you hadn’t talked about labels much.

Vi just grins in triumph, leaning her head forward to brush her lips against yours. It’s slow, like she’s savoring the feeling of getting to wake up next to you and share soft morning kisses. Your eyes slip shut once again, and she hums into the kiss. The way her body pushes flush against yours makes you shiver, and you have to pull away after a few moments.

Vi’s eyebrows furrow, her expression questioning, as if asking you why you have to stop. But you just make some gesture towards Powder’s sleeping form, a small smile tugging at your lips. Vi huffs out a sigh of annoyance before flopping back against her pillow, and you suppress a giggle as you slip out from under the blankets.

“Where are you going?” She whisper-shouts in protest the second you leave the warmth of her embrace.

“Downstairs,” you whisper back. You should get up and go help with breakfast (now that you can afford to have it with the money you made off the topside ship robbery a few days ago). Vi huffs yet again, and you just flash her a smile before you quietly slip out of the small bedroom.

You make your way down the old staircase, skipping the step that creaks, before you enter the common area. Vander’s already at the table with some coffee, Mylo and Claggor lounging in chairs beside him. You smile, greeting them with a “good morning” before approaching the stove and heating a pan, the carton of eggs beside you ready to be cooked.

Vi follows shortly, not wanting to be left behind. It’s only a minute or two before she emerges from the staircase as well, drawn to you as if you’re a magnet pulling her in. You don’t pay it much mind, continuing to cook the eggs for everyone. But Vi’s a physically affectionate person, as you’ve been quickly learning over the last few hours, and you feel strong arms encircle you from behind. Her chin rests on your shoulder from behind, and she sighs contentedly.

Clang!

“What the hell?” Claggor flinches slightly, casting a glare at Mylo opposite him. “What was that for?”

Mylo ignores him, as well as ignoring the cup that had suddenly dropped from his hands moments ago, in favor of pointing towards where you and Vi stand at the stove. “Wha- What’s going on?” He splutters, his jaw dropped.

When Claggor turns to see what Mylo’s looking at, his expression of annoyance morphs into a matching one of shock. “Wait!” His eyes widen. “You two-!”

Vi just turns, flashing a smug smile directed particularly at Mylo. She’s all pride, completely unabashed. “What?”

“Oh I knew it,” Mylo crows, all too pleased with himself. “I knew you were whipped for her.”

“I’m not whipped!” Vi protests. She is, actually, and everyone knows it. She just doesn’t want you to know how weak she is when it comes to you, how she’d bend to your wishes in the blink of an eye.

You glance up from your cooking at her comment, tilting your head at her as if to say “you aren’t?”

Vi immediately softens at your stare, fumbling her words. “No, you— you know what I mean. I obviously really like you and-"

Mylo barks out a laugh at this, Claggor smiling at their fierce leader going soft. Meanwhile, Vander watches you and Vi, a knowing gleam in his eyes. It’s a nostalgic, almost far-away kind of stare.

As you break from the stove to set the eggs on the table, a now-awake Powder bounds down the stairs. “Good morning!” She chirps, happily taking the seat next to yours. Her warmest smiles are reserved for you. Apparently, Vi’s heart isn’t the only heart you’ve won in this family.

Mylo, though, snatches the opportunity up with lightning speed. “Gee, Vi,” he sighs “Late night? Hair looks little messy there.”

“Something like that,” Vi glares at him, only breaking to glance nervously at Powder. Though she does run one hand through her hair, as if to smooth it down, and that’s how Mylo knows that he’s getting to her.

“What were you doing?” Mylo leans forward on the table, resting his chin on his elbow. “Hm. What do you think, Powder?”

“Huh?” Powder blinks, innocent-eyed from where she’s dishing out her own eggs.

“Your sister. You didn’t notice she was up late last night?” Mylo gasps, as if a revelation suddenly occurs to him. “Maybe she was with-"

“Mylo!” Vi snaps, her cheeks flushing pink. She doesn’t want Powder to find out like this, not exactly sure how she’ll feel about it.

“Enough,” Vander’s voice breaks through the tension, gruff and firm. “Everyone eat their food. Vi’s getting older, Mylo, you can’t blame her for what she wants.”

“What does she want?” Powder’s eyebrows furrow, confusion evident in her features. She’s not letting this conversation die until she finds out what everyone else seems to already know. If there’s one thing she hates, it’s being left out of the loop.

You finally chime in, turning to the little girl next to you. “Hey, Pow, you know I like all of you, right?”

Powder nods.

“And you know I like Vi.”

Another nod.

“Well,” you hesitate, unsure of how else to say it. “Vi and I realized that we like each other in a different way. In a romantic way, like in stories you’ve read. Is- Is that okay with you?”

Powder’s whole face brightens, her lips curving into a bright smile. “You mean you’re in love? You’ll be my actual sister?”

“Well-" it’s your turn for your cheeks to flush at the thought of being Powder’s sister in law, meaning you and Vi would actually get married. Vi’s flustered state matches yours, and Mylo and Claggor immediately dissolve into laughter.

Powder ignores them, beaming up at you. “It was only a matter of time. Vi’s always trying to look cool in front of you. She gets nervous ‘cause you’re pretty.”

“Oh really?” Your smile turns teasing, eyes darting over to where Vi groans, dropping her head into her palms.

Vander just watches on with a smile. “Ah,” he sighs. “The joys of young love.”

|------» ~~~ «------|

Vander calls everyone into the common area one afternoon, his tone promising some kind of job. Vi’s just returned from training with Mylo and Claggor, and you and Powder come in from doing your chores. Vi immediately tugs you against her chest, sweaty arms wrapping around you.

“Alright,” Vander clears his throat. “I’ve got word of a ship from topside docking at the ports tonight. The cargo is all expensive Piltover wine. Sells well, if we can get our hands on it.” He pauses to glance at each kid — including you. “You all up for it?”

Vi nods, determination flooding her features. “We’ve got this,” she affirms, her voice steady and assured. Mylo, Claggor, and Powder nod in agreement, and Vi casts a glance at you, still wrapped snugly in her arms. “You ready?”

“Let’s do it,” you smile, and Vi’s eyes soften just a fraction. You wonder, silently, how she can do that. How she can switch from her easygoing confidence to going soft for you in a matter of seconds.

A thought slips into your mind: can it always be like this?

|------» ~~~ «------|

The walk to the port begins late at night, when all the workers have left, leaving only the guards to get past. Vi walks at the front of the group, assuming her usual role of the oldest and leader. Mylo follows behind her, and Claggor and Powder bring up the rear. You’re beside Vi: fingers interlaced, hands swinging as you walk.

“Stay close,” Vi murmurs as you approach the water. “I know you can do jobs, but you’re not as experienced yet, and the most important thing is that you’re okay.”

“I will be,” you cast her a reassuring smile, and her expression softens in response.

“Good. Then let’s get this wine and get back home.”

The wine is all packaged, all perfectly packed away in shipping boxes with layers of foam in between to ensure that none of the bottles break. Nothing less could be expected from fancy Piltover goods that would go for a fortune in Zaun.

None of you can carry a lot of full boxes back to Vander’s place at one time, nor could anyone run with them if the guards happen to find out. Luckily, Vander had foreseen this issue: arranging a small, discreet cart where the boxes can be loaded and taken back to Benzo’s shop.

And, as luck would have it, many of the boxes are stacked in several piles next to the ship rather than kept on it. A group of guards sits in front of one of them, though they seem very preoccupied with the opened bottles of wine in their hands. A drinking break, clearly.

Vi grins when she sees this, motioning everyone else to the two piles furthest from the guards. Powder takes the smaller boxes with surprising strength despite her shorter height, and you slip over to join her. Vi, Mylo, and Claggor take the other pile, taking boxes in their arms and carefully stepping across the docks to load them on the cart. The foam packaging cushions the battles so they don’t clank together, and there are some other ships blocking the path to the cart; the guards continue to drink without a clue.

The second there are a substantial amount of boxes on the cart, it’s driven away in the quiet of the night, the only sound being the guard’s drunken laughter. Vi silently urges everyone together with a sweep of her hands, jerking her head back toward the city as a silent signal.

But as the five of you creep behind ships on the docks to get back to the city, Powder’s shoe catches on one of the loose wooden boards, and she stumbles with a gasp.

You reach out a hand to steady her, but it’s too late. The sound causes one pair of the guard’s eyes to dart over. “Hey!” He stands, voice husky and words slurred from intoxication. “Tryna steal something? Not on my watch!”

“Let’s go!” Vi calls, and it all happens in a blur. You’re sprinting behind Vi, Claggor, and Mylo. You can hear the heavy pounding of the guards’ boots behind you. You make it to a narrow alleyway, Vi darting in first followed by Mylo then Claggor. You push Powder in front of you, darting into the alleyway last — just before the guards can catch you.

Fortunately, due to the guards’ intoxication, their stumbling makes them virtually unable to keep up — especially in a dark passageway. It’s too dark for them to even make out your identities. On the flip side, this just seems to fuel their anger.

“Fucking kids!” The guard in front screams, words still slurred. In his anger, he aims drunkenly in the alleyway, hurling an empty bottle. You, at the back of the group, are the one closest to the guards standing at the entrance the alleyway. In his inaccurate aim, the bottle doesn’t make it far. However, it’s with enough force that it snags your left ankle, the glass shattering upon impact. You cry out in pain, forcing yourself to take another few steps to emerge from the other end of the alleyway before you crumble, unable to support your own weight.

You hear Vi’s voice, but it seems far away. All you can feel is the immense pain shooting through your leg. She’s at your side in a matter of seconds, scooping you up in a princess-carry that seems almost too easy.

“Shit” she mutters to herself as she jogs through the neon-glowing lights of Zaun. “Are you okay?”

“Ah-“ you hiss, squeezing your eyes shut to focus on anything else besides your ankle. “Yeah just— just hurts.”

“It’s okay,” Vi exhales. “You’re okay, you’re gonna be okay.” You vaguely wonder if she’s saying that more to comfort you or herself.

It’s not long before you’re at Vander’s. Vi’s more careful than usual, not rushing down the steps as she usually does. She’s careful as so not to jostle your ankle, carefully laying you across the old, worn couch in the front room. “Okay,” she huffs. “Just…stay here for a second. Mylo, Claggor,” she addresses them. “Go see if the bottles got back to Benzo’s.”

Mylo opens his mouth, but he’s immediately silenced with a look from Claggor, both of them exiting the room with haste. They know not to mess with Vi when her tone drops, especially if it’s to do with you.

Vi darts off to grab some supplies, while Powder sits next to you with big, rounded eyes. “I’m sorry,” her voice trembles a little. “If I didn’t fall, the guards wouldn’t have chased us, and then you wouldn’t be hurt.”

You swallow thickly, pushing down the pain before you sigh shakily, reaching out to touch her arm. “It’s not your fault. Everyone trips sometimes. You did well tonight; don’t blame yourself.”

Powder hesitates, her voice small. “You don’t think I’m a jinx?”

“No,” your eyebrows knit together, concern for her momentarily overtaking your injury. “You’re not a jinx, Powder. You’re so strong: you’ve gotten us so much stuff on jobs. We wouldn’t get nearly as much as we do without you. We need you with us. If anything, I’m the weak link. You’re amazing, okay?”

Powder nods, wrapping her smaller arms around one of yours and tucking her face into your shoulder from beside you. “You’re not a weak link. Things only got better after you came to live with us.”

You smile despite it all, gently toying with the ends of the locks of her hair. “You’re my favorite, you know?”

Powder draws back, eyes wide and eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really?” She asks, astonished hope written all over her features. “What about Vi?”

“Don’t tell her,” you whisper, your smile turning sly: the kind that conveys a treasured secret. Powder just beams, returning to her clinging. Vi is your favorite, of course, but you can’t help your soft spot for her younger sister.

Vi returns a few moments later with a bottle of some kind of antiseptic, a cloth, and some bandages. She sits down on the coffee table in front of you, gently propping your ankle up on her knee. You’re bleeding a little from where the glass had cut, and your ankle hurts from the impact. Luckily, since the bottle was empty, it doesn’t seem to have done any permanent damage.

After examining the cuts to make sure that there isn’t any glass in them, Vi exhales in relief. “You’re lucky the glass broke in big pieces and didn’t get in these,” she murmurs, uncorking the bottle just as she’s seen Vander do countless times. “This is going to hurt a little.”

You wince as the cloth doused in the antiseptic touches your cuts, but Vi’s touch is soothing, and it’s over quickly. “Okay, we’re all done. You did so good,” she sighs, unwrapping some bandages to wrap your ankle.

“Thank you,” you mumble, glancing up to meet her eyes.

“Of course,” Vi exhales shakily. “Gods, I- I was so scared when you got hurt. I don’t know what I would have done if-"

“I didn’t,” you cut off her dangerous train of thought to reassure her. “I’m okay, it’s just my ankle.”

“You don’t understand,” she shakes her head as she finishes wrapping your ankle. “I can’t lose you. I’d be so lost without you.

“You won’t,” you reach forward to take her hand in yours, squeezing gently. “We’ll deal with whatever happens.”

Vi offers you a half-smile before her eyes dart to an exhausted Powder beside you. “Okay, both of you should rest.” She lifts you in her arms once again, Powder trailing sleepily behind both of you to the bedroom the three of you share upstairs.

Vi sets you on your bed, turning to tuck Powder in before slipping under your blankets beside you. She and Powder used to share a bed, but in the past weeks, she’s been more content sleeping beside you.

And maybe it’s your injury, maybe it’s your exhaustion, maybe it’s the way you’re overcome with gratitude for her. But when Vi wraps her arms around you in a hold that promises to protect you, you let out a sleepy murmur. “I love you.”

Vi’s breath catches, and you swear that you can feel her heartbeat increase from where your head is against her chest. She stills before she squeezes you just a little tighter. “I love you too.”

A/N: Your friendship w Powder is going to be important to the story guys I PROMISE!

Anyways! Took me forever to get the motivation to write this chapter, but we're back with Labyrinth updates! So, so excited for this fic, and we'll be meeting adult!Vi very soon... ;)

PSA to my Caitlyn lovers that follow me: I still love my wife sm and will still be posting her the most. I just also really liked this Vi idea, so this will be ongoing at the same time.

Sending love <333

~Cherry 🍒