#oh wow I left her alone for two days after she left me alone for two weeks

[witchslove]

Watch Me

Pairing: Camgirl!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: When Wanda gets an interesting request from one of her viewers, she asks you to help her out.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; bottom!wanda, top!reader, piss kink, mentions of smut

A/N: Just a fun little blurb in the camgirl Wanda universe. This fic contains piss kink, you have been warned.

Blurb from “The Camgirl Next Door” | Series Masterlist

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Ever since you and Wanda had made your relationship official, you’d been helping her out with a lot of her streams.

It was new and exciting and it turned both of you on immensely.

Sometimes you’d star in her shows, fucking her on camera for her viewers to see. You never showed your face, however, and Wanda was okay with your decision to remain anonymous.

She also had you help her film content pretty often, finding it even more arousing to have you watching her from behind the camera while she touched herself.

The paid requests were usually pretty tame - viewers wanted to see Wanda edge herself, overstimulate herself, or make herself cum with different toys - and you were glad to help, always enjoying the view that came with it.

One particular request had Wanda feeling nervous to ask for your help.

Someone had asked her to piss on camera. She’d never filmed anything like that before, but she wasn’t opposed to it.

She just didn’t know how to ask you to film it. She didn’t know how you would react either, or how awkward it might be to pee in front of you. You’d made her squirt before, many times at that, but this was different.

There were so many variables that made her nervous, but what really caught her off guard was that the thought of you watching her do it actually turned her on.

She never considered that she might be into such a thing. The thought had never crossed her mind, let alone accompanied by so much arousal. She came to the conclusion that it wasn’t so much the act that turned her on - it was you specifically. The thought of you watching her while she was so vulnerable made her core throb.

Days went by before she finally mustered up the courage to bring it up to you, unsure of why she was so nervous when you were always nothing but understanding.

The two of you were making out on the couch, her in your lap, the movie you’d put on long forgotten, when she decided to take the leap. “Oh, I wanted to talk to you about something,” she started, breaking the kiss. “I got a new request and I need your help with it.”

Your interest piqued at her words. “Go on,” you encouraged, your hands resting on her waist as she spoke.

“It’s kind of a weird request but I think I want to do it, I just can’t really get the camera angle right on my own and you’re always so good at it,” she rambled before stopping to take a breath.

“Someone paid me to pee on camera,” she blurted out, biting her lip immediately after the words left her mouth.

You took a moment to process what she said and Wanda held her breath.

“I- wow, that’s… something,” you managed to get out, unsure of how you felt about it, but unable to deny the heat that spread through your body at the idea. “Of course I’ll help you, my love. You know I’ll never turn down an opportunity to see you naked,” you joked, alleviating some of the tension.

Wanda chuckled, relieved that you weren’t judgmental, not that she thought you would be in the first place.

“Okay,” she said, smiling down at you. “Thank you.” She leaned in to kiss you softly. “Could we do it later today? I got the request a few days ago and I’ve kept them waiting a while.”

“Of course baby,” you responded, not pressing her on why she didn’t bring it up sooner. You figured she probably hadn’t decided if it was something she was comfortable with until now.

“Guess I should start drinking water,” she jested, giving you one last kiss before getting up to go to the kitchen.

A few hours later, she was ready. She pulled you aside and led you to the bathroom, where she’d already set things up for you. You grabbed her camera and microphone from the countertop while she undressed before waiting for further instruction.

She positioned herself in the bathtub so that she was half sitting on one of the edges, her legs spread and pussy exposed.

You practically drooled at the sight. No matter how many times you’d seen your girlfriend on display for you, it still had the same effect every time.

“You ready?” She asked, wincing slightly at the fullness of her bladder.

“Yes ma’am,” you replied, pressing record.

Wanda looked at you for reassurance and found only desire in your gaze. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip before she relaxed and let go.

What started out as a trickle turned into a steady stream of piss, splattering slightly as it came in contact with the tub. Wanda let out a breath of relief and closed her eyes at the feeling of releasing after holding it in for so long.

When she opened her eyes, a pang of arousal shot through her at what she saw.

You were entranced. Your gaze was fixated on her pussy and the clear liquid streaming out of her, your mouth open the slightest bit, pupils dilated.

She hadn’t expected you to be so turned on from watching her pee, but it was exhilarating. The way you were looking at her was making her feel hot all over.

You didn’t know what to expect going into this, but you certainly weren’t expecting your view to be this hot. You couldn’t help but stare, your arousal growing with every second that passed.

Wanda was pissing in front of you and it was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen.

Part of you wanted to toss the camera to the side and kneel in front of her as she let go, but you had one job and you were going to do it right.

When you looked up at Wanda’s face, she was staring at you intently with a smirk adorning her perfect features. You knew at that moment that you’d been caught, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

Rarely did you ever rewatch the videos you made together, since you always had the real thing right in front of you, but you had a feeling you’d be coming back to this one.

Your eyes fell back down, watching as piss continued to flow from her pussy, almost letting out a whimper at the sight.

As her stream died down, you noticed you were practically panting and tried to control your breathing. Luckily, the mic was above her and not you.

You stopped recording and looked away, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Wanda spoke first, teasing you.

You couldn’t lie to her. “Yeah,” you managed, still avoiding eye contact. “That was…”

“Hot,” she finished, causing you to look up at her.

“Yeah,” you breathed out in agreement, not sure what else to say.

“Come here,” she said softly, leaning forward, and you met her halfway.

She kissed you, letting her tongue slip into your mouth for a moment before pulling away. “We can talk about it later,” she mumbled against your lips. “Right now, I need you to fuck me.”

You grunted at her words, nodding eagerly and kissing her again with more fervor. You picked her up, setting her against the wall, and did exactly as she asked.

She came three times before you stripped down as well and joined her for a shower, kissing languidly as you washed each other.

The two of you eventually discussed what had transpired, acknowledging that you both enjoyed it and deciding to do it again in the future.

The next morning, Wanda left the door open when she went to the bathroom just to tease you, letting you hear her stream and giving you a partial view of her legs spread on the toilet. This woman was going to be the death of you.

Two weeks later, she peed on you in the shower and you touched yourself under her stream, coming undone before she was even finished.

Wanda was no longer nervous to ask you for help with her more unique requests, nor was she nervous to explore new kinks with you, which you were also grateful for.

What started out as a weird request from one of Wanda’s viewers turned out to be an undiscovered kink brought to light in your relationship, and the two of you had never felt closer to each other.

[tweeker-tincel]

When is this bitch gonna realise that if she wants to shit talk me behind my back then she shouldn’t be talking to @musiccats2010 (aka my bestfriend (AKA MY GIRLFRIEND))

My legit reaction:

[kimoralov3]

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pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

description: steve has had a lot of trouble in his love life. but he's also one of the biggest idiots known to man because the girl of his dreams is standing right in front of him

warnings: swearing, reader uses she/her pronouns, everyone is a lil mean to steve, mentions of stancy (not like that), like i said steve is an idiot, slight angst, fluff

word count: 3059

a/n: tagging @arkofblake because this technically was smth that she requested before i changed it. also shout out to her mom for the knowledge about phones from the 80s lol

“Steve, you can’t keep staring at her like some sort of lost puppy.” Robin says as she helps Steve put some beer and sodas in the cooler.

“What are you talking about?” He asks as he turns back to the fridge.

“Oh please, you’ve been staring at Nancy and Jonathan ever since they got here.” Robin comments as she opens the bag of ice and clumsily dumps it into the small cooler.

“Have not.” Steve mutters as he shuts the fridge door. Robin gives him a look, the look she seems to be giving him a lot these days. “Okay, fine. I have been staring at them, but not for the reason you’re thinking.”

“Oh really? What other reason is there for you to be staring at your ex and her new boyfriend?” She says suspiciously.

Steve pauses, trying to find the words to express the tangled mess that is his love life. He eventually gives up, shaking his head as he grabs the cooler off the counter and walks outside to the pool. “I can’t explain it.”

“Oh come on, you gotta give me something.” Robin pleads, giving Steve her best puppy dog eyes.

Steve glances over at his best friend before quickly looking away. “Those don’t work on me.” He says definitely, but quickly gives in when he spares another glance at Robin. “Seeing them together just makes me think about all the things I don’t have.”

“Wow, that’s really sad.” Robin says solemnly as she holds the back door open for Steve. “You sure you don’t still have feelings for Nancy?” She adds after another moment of silence. 

“Absolutely positive, Robin. That ship sailed a long time ago.” He explains as he sets the cooler by the pool.

And he wasn’t lying. Steve really was over Nancy. Sure, there had been a time when he thought the two of them would evolve into something more, but that was ages ago. 

But now Steve was alone for the first time in years, and he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. He’d been on dates, but they’d turned more into a chore than something he was actually enjoying. They all left him feeling like a piece of him was missing, a piece of himself that he just knew was important. 

“Steve?” A voice called, pulling him from his well of self despair. 

“Yeah?” He says as he turns around, nearly falling over when he notices who’s in front of him.

“Can you move over so I can grab a soda?” Y/N asks politely as she gestures to the cooler behind Steve.

“Oh shit, yeah, of course.” Steve stutters as he moves out of the way, nearly falling into the pool. Y/N gives him an awkward smile as she grabs a soda before walking back over to sit with Jonathan and Nancy. 

“What was all of that about?” Dustin asks as he appears beside Steve, munching on some Goldfish.

“Jesus kid, you need to wear a bell or something!” Steve exclaims as he presses a hand to his fast beating heart. 

“Or maybe you just need to be more observant.” Dustin says mockingly as he flicks a Goldfish at Steve’s face, causing the older male to swat at him.

“Will you two quit it!” Robin says as she separates the two of them. Dustin flips Steve off before going to go sit back with the party and Suzie. 

“I swear that kid has no manners.” Steve mutters to himself as Robin walks away to go sit with Eddie and Chrissy. Steve is so busy mentally planning out his revenge against Henderson that he doesn’t notice a certain someone staring at him like he’s hung the moon and the stars.

—

“Robin, you seriously need glasses or something. How could you put Ferris Bueller and Top Gun in the same section?” Steve complains as he removes the tapes from the shelf.

“Oh quit being a baby and move them, I’m busy here.” Robin calls from the back. Steve rolls his eyes, muttering something under his breath as he moves to the back of the store to grab his cart. 

“I’ll be with you in a minute!” He says when the front door rings. He sets the missorted tapes on a random shelf as he walks back up to the front counter.

“Welcome to Family Video, how can I help y— Y/N?” Steve asks, shocked to see her here.

“Oh, hey Steve. I forgot you worked here.” She says with a laugh as she adjusts her bag on her shoulder. Effortlessly, and beautifully to him, if anyone cared enough to ask what he thought. Which was a rarity. 

Steve gives her a small smile, silently cursing himself for not taking his normal amount of care when he was getting ready this morning. 

Robin really needs to learn some patience.

“Yeah, have been for a while.” He says as he rubs the nape of his neck. “So, what can I help you with today?” 

“Well, my parents are out of town so it’s just me at home. Figured I’d get some movies to keep myself occupied for a while they’re gone.” She explains as she looks around the store before her eyes land on Steve once again, causing a shiver to run down his spine. “Got any recommendations for me?”

“Of course, walk with me.” He says, shooting her his signature smile as he walks over to the staff picks shelf. 

“Is that Labyrinth?” Y/N asks with a chuckle as she picks it up and inspects the back.

Steve groans, rolling his eyes as he sees the movie. “Fucking Eddie. He must’ve snuck it onto the shelf when he was here earlier.”

“Well, he has good taste. Think I’ll be taking this one with me.” She says as she waves the box. Steve can’t explain it, but he feels a small tightness in his chest. 

“To each their own, I guess.” He says with a shrug, trying to ignore this strange feeling. “Anyways, I would definitely recommend these if you’re looking for a more calm night in.” 

Steve hands over The Goonies, The Muppets Take Manhattan, and Back to the Future, waiting patiently for a reaction. 

“Oh my god, is this a Muppets movie?” She asks with a laugh, inspecting the box. “My little cousin loves this movie.”

“Hm, I don’t know how I should feel about that. Are you calling my cinematic taste childish?” Steve asks with a chuckle as he leans against the shelf.

“I would definitely call it that.” Robin says, wheeling a cart as she walks past the two of them. Steve glares at her while Y/N snorts, hiding her smile behind her hand. 

“I wasn’t going to say that it was childish. I was going to say that it’s…interesting.” She explains, her voice pitching up on the last word. 

Steve scoffs at that, shaking his head. “Sure, we’ll go with that.” He says jokingly. “So, will this be all for you?”

“Uh, yeah. This should be good enough for the weekend.” She says as the two of them walk back to the front counter. 

“Glad to be of service.” Steve says as he takes a small bow, cursing himself for how stupid he probably looks. 

“You know, you’re really funny.” Y/N says as Steve rings up the movies. Steve smiles softly, more affected by her words than he would like to admit.

“Could you tell Robin that? She says I have the humor of an old man.” He jokes as he puts the tapes into a bag. Y/N snorts again, this time a little louder. 

“See what I mean? Very funny, Harrington. Very funny.” She says as he hands her the bag. There’s a brief moment of silence before Y/N speaks up again. “Do you wanna come over tomorrow? You know, watch a movie with me or something?” She asks nervously. 

Steve’s mouth hangs open a little, blinking slowly. There was no way he heard that correctly. “You want me to come over?” 

“Yeah. Only if you want to, of course.” She clarifies quickly. 

“Of course I wanna come. I’ll even bring some snacks.” He says as he leans his arms on the counter. 

Y/N smiles at that, nodding her head. “Perfect. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” She says, giving Steve one final wave before leaving. 

“Man, you are such a doofus.” Robin says as she comes up behind him. 

“Can you not?” Steve says as he turns around to face her. Robin smirks, winking at him before walking away. 

—

“You did what?” Eddie asks with a laugh as he stops strumming on his guitar.

“Don’t laugh at me, I need your help here!” Steve says as he throws his soda can at Eddie.

“Hey, careful! This is my most prized possession.” Eddie says as he throws the can back at Steve, missing him entirely. “Now, tell me exactly what happened.”

“Y/N invited me over, and I went because of course I would, you know? And everything was going really well, at least to me.” Steve explains as he leans back against Eddie’s dresser. 

“Okay, doesn’t sound too bad so far. What happened after that?” Eddie says as he turns the knobs on his guitar. 

“Then I thanked her for inviting me and left.” Steve says simply. Eddie abruptly stops what he’s doing, setting his guitar down on his bed.

“You did what now?” Eddie exclaims as he stands from the bed, causing Steve to look up at him. 

“Left. Why, what’s wrong?” He asked, very confused by Eddie’s sudden outburst. 

“You’re a fucking idiot, that’s what’s wrong.” Eddie says as he grabs Steve’s arm and hauls him into the living room. “Stand right there.” 

Steve grumbles something under his breath as he rubs his arm where Eddie had grabbed it. “Since when are you strong?”

“Amps are heavy as shit man. Now shush.” He says as he dials a number on the phone. Steve mutters something about Eddie being rude as he watches him press the phone to his ear. 

“Who are you calling?” Steve asks, only to be shushed by Eddie. Steve rolls his eyes, watching as Eddie waits for the person on the other end to pick up. 

“Hey Y/N! Do you have a moment to talk?” Eddie says when the person on the other end picks up. Steve automatically stands up straighter, listening closely to try and hear what Y/N was saying. 

“— Not in the mood—” Is the only thing that Steve can make out from here, causing him to frown. Was Y/N really that upset with him that she didn’t want to talk to anyone?

“Just humor me, please? What exactly happened yesterday with Harrington?” Eddie asks as Steve gets closer to the phone.

“I did what you and Robin told me to and asked Steve out, and absolutely nothing happened. I even tried scooting closer to him to see if he would catch the hint, but he didn’t! And then when it was time for him to leave, I went to kiss his cheek and he hugged me, Eddie. He hugged me!” Y/N rants from the other end of the line. “So either everyone is bullshitting me and Steve Harrington actually isn’t into me, or he’s the most oblivious man on the face of the planet.” 

Eddie gives Steve a knowing look as he says his goodbyes before hanging up the phone. “See? Idiot.”

Steve bangs his head against the wall as Eddie pats him pitifully on the shoulder. “So you mean to tell me that yesterday was supposed to be a date?” He finally says when he’s done with his attempt to knock some sense into himself. 

“It was a date. Could you honestly not tell?” Eddie asks as he crosses his arms over his chest. 

“No! I just thought that she was trying to be nice!” Steve says as he slides down the wall. 

“Man, can’t believe this. Former king of Hawkins High is sitting on the floor of my trailer, having a crisis because he blew a date with a pretty girl.” Eddie says as he shakes his head. Steve doesn’t even bother responding, sitting there with his head in his hands. “So, are you going to try and fix it or not?”

“What do you mean?” Steve asks as he finally looks up.

“God, since when did I become the smart one here?” Eddie asks in mock disappointment. “You need to go back over to Y/N’s and make everything right.” 

“How am I supposed to do that? I think you of all people should know that I’m not good with this stuff.” Steve said as he stood up. Eddie groans, rubbing his hands over his face. 

“My god, Harrington. You’re hopeless.” He says. “Here, I’ll tell you exactly what to do.”

Under any other circumstance, those words would’ve sent fear straight into Steve’s heart. Especially coming from someone like Eddie. But he was desperate, and desperate people don’t always make the smartest decisions. 

—

Steve stands outside of Y/N’s door, her favorite flowers in hand. He stands there for a moment, mentally going over everything that Eddie told him to say. He takes a deep breath before giving up and knocking on the door.

It’s silent for a moment before Steve hears the sound of footsteps on the other side of the door. The door opens up to reveal Y/N standing there, arms over her chest.

“What do you want, Harrington?” She asks coldly. Steve gulps at that, rocking back and forth on his feet a little. Guess I deserve that a little.

“I just came here to apologize. For yesterday.” He says as he holds out the bouquet of flowers. Y/N hesitates before taking the flowers from him, smelling them quickly.

“What exactly are you apologizing for?” She asks after a moment.

“For being an idiot. If I had known that you wanted yesterday to be a date, I would’ve handled things a lot differently.” Steve explains as he nervously shoves his hands in his pockets.

“Different? Different how?” She asks as she leans against the doorframe. Steve pauses, trying to think of the best way to say what he wanted to say.

“Can I come in? I think it would be better.” He asks as he scratches his head. Y/N gives him a suspicious look before stepping aside and gesturing to the living room. Steve mutters a small thank you as the two of them walk into the living room and sit on the couch. 

“So, what exactly is it that you would’ve done differently?” She asks as she sets the flowers on the coffee table. 

“For starters, I wouldn’t have let our first date just be us watching a Muppets movie on your couch.” Steve says in a joking tone, fidgeting with his hands in his lap. “If I had known, I would have taken you out to dinner. Hell, if you really wanted I would’ve taken you to go see one but god I would not have gone to go see a freaking kids movie.”

“Why, what’s wrong with kids' movies?” Y/N asks teasingly, causing Steve to laugh for the first time since he got there. 

“I guess you’re right.” Steve says as he turns to face Y/N. “Can we get a do over date? I promise that this time I won’t act like a complete idiot.” He says sincerely. Y/N seems to mull it over for a moment before looking up at Steve.

“Promise?” She asks softly, as if she was still hurt and embarrassed from what happened the night before. 

“Swear on my life. And you know if I break it, I’ll have Nancy, Robin, and Eddie on my ass about it.” He adds jokingly, but it isn’t really a joke. He had seen first hand how scary Nancy could be when she was upset, and he did not want to be on the receiving end of her wrath. Again. 

“Fine. But I’ll need you to ask me properly.” She says after a longer moment of consideration, sitting up straight against the back of the couch.

“Fine by me.” Steve says as he stands up, pulling Y/N with him. They give each other small smiles before Steve clears his throat dramatically. “Y/N, I’ve had feelings for you for a while now. Longer than I would personally like to admit. So, will you do me the honor of going on a date with me?” 

Y/N stands with their hand on their chin, looking off into space as she pretends to think long and hard about Steve’s offer. Steve starts to get nervous that she might actually reject him when she leans up, pressing a quick peck to his cheek. “Of course I’ll go out with you, Steve.” 

Steve feels the heat rush to his cheek at Y/N’s actions, looking down at them with the biggest grin in the world. “You know, technically we’ve already had our first date. So it wouldn’t be completely insane of me to kiss you, would it?” He asks as he steps closer to her. 

Y/N lets out a chuckle before responding, her hands behind her back. “No, no. I don’t think it would be completely insane, as you put it.” 

That’s all the permission Steve needs before he pulls Y/N closer by her hips, their lips slotting together perfectly. He feels more than hears her sigh into the kiss as she raises her arms to wrap them around his neck. 

When they both pull away for air, Steve swears he can see all the stars in her eyes. “That was…”

“Wow, how many girls can say that they took Steve Harrington’s breath away after a single kiss?” She asks teasingly, although it was easy to tell by the heat of her cheeks that she was just as — if not more — affected by the kiss as Steve was. 

Steve rolls his eyes, which was seeming to become a common practice for him these days. “Way to ruin the moment.”

Y/N shrugs, giving Steve one of her award winning smiles. At least they were in his mind. “What can I say, it’s one of my many special talents.”

[liseytopia]

NEXT TO YOU ⋆⭒˚.⋆

SYNOPSIS — with billie finally back from tour, you find yourself not wanting to leave her side ever again.

PAIRING — billie eilish x fem!reader

CONTAINS — mostly fluff. homesick billie n lovesick reader <3

WARNINGS — none wow this is maturity

DEAR READER — merry christmas @r7leee :3 this one is for u babe!! keep the fic exchanges going this is sm fun

WORD COUNT — 0.7k, short and sweet :3

the first few weeks with billie gone were tolerable. before she went on tour for her chart-topping album 'hit me hard and soft', she mentioned to you that it would be a long time. begrudgingly, you replied that you could survive without her.

but on the last week she'd been gone, you were starting to second guess yourself.

it was the day she was flying back into los angeles and you swore you were pacing the rooms of your apartment, checking your phone at least every two minutes, waiting presumably for hours for a text from your girlfriend to say that her flight landed.

you tried everything to pass time—watched your favorite movies, did some baking, deep cleaned the entire apartment and even made a few new playlists, but nothing was taking your mind off of her and it seemed like no matter what you did, time was only extending.

while you were on your phone, scrolling away on the couch, you saw a notification pop down from the top of your screen. it was a text from billie. you clicked on it immediately, surprising even yourself with your quick reaction timing.

plane just landed :) can't wait to see you, darling

you replied back, omw right now, i miss you

you shot up instantly from the couch and ran to your front door, sliding on your shoes in a perfunctory manner and making a beeline to your car. the drive to the airport was around half an hour but you were anxious the entire time, not to mention excited. you hadn't seen billie in what felt like forever, and you couldn't wait to be in her arms again.

you messaged again when you parked the car, and she told you what section was in. you waited impatiently for her to come down the walkway and meet you. your leg was bouncing uncontrollably as you gazed down that hallway. she would be walk down there any minute.

after what seemed like lightyears worth of time, you glanced up from your phone that you became once again preoccupied with, and saw billie's figure walking your way in the distance.

your phone was long forgotten, along with your earbuds and whatever other belongings you brought with you, because you were up instantly and running down the building to billie. your legs sprinted her way, and billie's suitcases and bags were additionally left behind as she ran straight to you.

your bodies collided in a tight hug, your arms up around her neck and hers around your abdomen. you couldn't help but tear up into her shoulder as you held each other.

"billie, it's been so long.." you whisper-sobbed against her hoodie fabric. the scent embedded into it was what you longed for and missed all this time, it felt so surreal to have it again.

she giggled against you, though it still sounded like she was going to break into tears. "i told you it would be, babe," she teased.

"oh, shut up.."

billie's grip on you only tightened. she never admitted it, but she missed you just as much as you missed her, if not more.

she suddenly pulled away from you and when you lifted your head from her shoulder—your face coated in tears—she pressed a long, deep kiss into your lips. that action alone was enough to convey all her longing and love for you, even just as a reminder.

once billie decided she was done, she cupped both of your cheeks with her hands and rubbed some of the tears away from your eyes with her thumbs. "aww, my love.." she mumbled as her own eyes teared up more. she began to pepper small kisses all over your face, not even caring if anyone was watching the show of pda. she kissed your tears away gently, as if dedicating her love to each kiss.

your hands took her own face and brought her lips back to yours. the kiss was short but deep, filled with all your passion for her.

"wanna be next to you forever, baby," you mumbled against her lips, your thumbs subconsciously rubbing her face.

"i guess i could do with that," she replied, teasingly acting like she didn't want to.

you giggled and kissed her one last time for the time being. "you're such an idiot."

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broke the sweetest promise (that you never should have made)

summary: your relationship with lando ends before it can ever really begin

parings: lando norris x ex!reader x harry styles

vicious speaks: this was supposed to be a cute little fic after i was inspired when listening to ‘electric touch’, and now it’s taken on a life of its own! i hope you enjoy this new mini series 💕 i had to make lando the bad guy, i’m sorry 😭 this is just setting the stage so there’s not a lot of harry but don’t worry, he’s in the next part!!

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⤷ charles_leclerc damn okay

⤷ fan7 you got humbled so quick dkgjfjs

fan8 harry in the likes, what the hell 😭

⤷ fan9 maybe he’s an f1 fan

⤷ fan10 ooh i hope we’ll see him at a race!!

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fan1 IS MY LIFE A JOKE TO YOU

fan2 you’re crazy if you think we believe you’re just friends after this

maxverstappen1 oh my God did it finally happen?

fan3 this is basically a hard launch, right?

oscarpiastri you already know how i feel so i’ll just say that if you’re happy, i’m happy ❤️

fan4 you won’t last long, lando will get bored eventually 🤷‍♀️

yourbff bitch you have some explaining to do

fan5 omg are we about to get love songs for the first time?

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tmz f1 driver lando norris and singer yn were seen in a pretty heated fight at a studio earlier tonight! apparently lando left her alone in tears. for those who don’t know, he and the singer have been best friends for a few years now, with fans recently speculating online about a relationship confirmation coming soon from the pair but those dreams were crushed when lando was spotted kissing a mystery woman on valentine’s day (see last slide).

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fan1 omg he’s such a WHORE

fan2 YN STANS WE RIDE AT DAWN 🤺

fan3 this is so sad, man. you can tell yn loves him and i thought lando loved her but clearly that isn’t true. she deserves so much better!!

fan4 leaving her alone in tears is such an evil move…lando norris you shall die by my sword

fan5 it was clear lando wasn’t ever going to see her as a serious option. she did this to herself!!

⤷ fan6 yn didn’t do anything to herself, lando is the one who keeps stringing her along, especially lately.

fan7 our girl needs to cut lando off, take time to heal and when she’s ready, move on with someone who actually loves her. ♥︎ by yourusername

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fan1 damn tell us how you really feel 😭

fan2 this isn’t the confirmation post i wanted but i guess i’ll take it 🤷‍♀️

fan3 the fucking shade 😭😭

yourbff GET HIS ASS!

fan4 leave lando alone you weirdo

maxverstappen1 this is more information about lando than i ever wanted to know but i can appreciate what you’re doing it for

fan5 me when i lie

fan6 this is diabolical

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fan1 oh girl this is not it

fan2 this isn’t the serve you think it is

fan3 there’s still time to delete this

fan4 wow you really feel no shame in homewrecking

lando ❤️

⤷ itsaria you need to set the record straight about yn. people are in my dms calling me a homewrecker and i didn’t sign up for that shit, lando.

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yourusername i never wanted to bring this to social media but i was made aware that lando released a statement today that as you can see from above, is full of nothing but lies. we’ve been best friends for a few years now and i had been in love with him for almost all of them. we recently admitted our feelings for each other and decided to see where things would go between us. it was new, but we were relationship and he did cheat on me. i don’t know who he thinks he’s fooling but i haven’t seen or spoken to him since that night at the the studio and things between us are obviously not fine. i’m also pretty sure aria had no idea about me so please do not attack her. this is the last time i’m going to speak about this situation, as i want to move on with my life.

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theynsociety still not over taylor and yns surprise performance last night!!

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fan8 i’ve missed her so much!! she was literally glowing last night 🥹🫶

fan9 the fit!! THE HAIR!!! i have a feeling we’re about to enter her best era yet

fan10 harry’s always popping up in the most random places 😭

fan11 it’s been a long month, but clearly this break is doing wonders for her 😍

fan12 harry styles yn fan confirmed? ♥︎ by harrystyles

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Stepmom's Uniform

Naughty Step Mom Nayeon tries to please her stepson in this fic. A little rough sex and stepcest that Nayeon just can't resist.

Length 2.1K

Nayeon X Mreader

Your relationship with your stepmom was odd, to say the least. With your father having to spend so many late nights at the office and barely being able to spend a couple of hours at home each day, you were left alone with your stepmother, Nayeon. It was only natural that you got closer to her over the months. Sleeping with her was something else, though. Usually, during the day, you spend time with her outdoors. Today, you were strolling through the city with Nayeon; you passed by your old high school. She points to it, “I remember when I had to wear a school uniform. I looked so nerdy back then. Maybe I’ll wear it for you one day.” You continue your walk, stopping at a nearby cafe to sit down. You and Nayeon chat for some time before you change the topic.

You bring the topic back to the school uniform, “Do you still have your old school uniform?” 

Nayeon looks at you, a little surprised you brought that up. She fixes her hair behind her ears and nods, “Yeah, if you really want to, I could wear it for you.” She gives you a nervous smile. “I didn’t think you’d actually want to.”

You place your hand over hers. “I want to see you in it.” You run your fingers up Nayeon’s arms and get closer to her. “I could be your teacher, and you’re my submissive little student.” Nayeon felt chills run down her spine. Her smile grew more prominent, and she nodded. The idea excited her, and she imagined herself being taken by you. The two of you quickly got up and walked back home, discussing the idea. You got home, and Nayeon instantly rushed to her and your father’s bedroom. She searched for her old uniform, knowing she kept it in a suitcase filled with old clothes. She looked through it all, finding her old uniform at the bottom of the suitcase. She headed to the connecting bathroom, stripping out of her clothes and underwear. She wore the uniform, staring in the mirror as she lifted her skirt. The lack of panties turned her on. Nayeon also knew you’d be able to tell once she sat on your lap. She left the bathroom, grabbed her glasses to complete the look, and returned to the living room. 

“Wow, you look amazing.” You tell her, grabbing her waist and pulling her in close. “You’re so cute.”

“Stop it. Do I really?” Nayeon asks, her cheeks turning red. 

“Yeah, it’s pretty hot too.” You kiss Nayeon’s neck before whispering, “You know, considering I know what your body looks like under it.”

Nayeon wraps her arms loosely around your neck, “You’re such a bad boy, getting off on your step-mom wearing her old uniform.”

“You’re a bad step-mom, tempting me with it.” You say as you move your hands lower and grab her ass, noticing the lack of panties. “Oh, you’re so bad, Mommy,” Nayeon smirks at you and inches forward, pressing her lips against yours. You move your hands a little lower and lift Nayeon; you press her against the walls, snaking your tongue into her mouth. Nayeon moans into the kiss as she feels your bulge rub against her slit. 

“You’re so hard, baby.”

“Hard for you, Mommy.” You reply, knowing that was what got her off. The taboo of fucking her stepson was her turn-on. After the first time, she struggled to keep her hands off you, and every time you called her mommy, it only fueled her lust. Nayeon held your head in her hands as she continued the kiss, your tongues rubbing against each other until you ran out of breath. “You’re a naughty student and a naughty mommy.” You whisper into her ear before leaving a trail of kisses along her neck. “I want you to suck me off.”

“Of course, baby. Just put me down.” Nayeon said in her sultry voice. You lower Nayeon, letting her get onto her feet and watching as she kneels before you. Her eyes follow yours as she expertly unbuckles your belt and gets your pants out of the way. Nayeon grabs your cock, freeing it from its confines, and runs her tongue around her lips. She stroked the base of your cock slowly, continuing to look at you as she moved closer and pressed her lips against the tip of your cock. She traced her lips with it slowly, “You taste so good, baby.” Nayeon says as she kisses the tip again. 

Her teasing turns you on, and you see the lust in her eyes. Placing your hand on her head, Nayeon knows you want more from her. “Slow down, baby. Let Mommy take care of you at her own pace.” She smiles at you, knowing you won’t refuse. Your stepmother sticks her tongue out, running it along the underside. The lewd act, combined with her nerdy appearance, adds to the experience. Your cock twitches from excitement in her hands, making her giggle. “You’re so needy, baby.” 

“For you, Mommy.” 

“I’ll make sure you get to let out everything you have,” Nayeon says, stroking your shaft a little faster. She runs her tongue along the tip, swirling around it before finally swallowing the head. You groan from the feeling of her warm wet mouth finally taking in your cock. Nayeon feels happy with herself after hearing that and bobs her head slowly, making sure her tongue rubs against every part of your head. She snakes a hand under her skirt, rubbing herself and moaning in the blowjob. Nayeon lets out a short laugh as she pops you out of her mouth, “Do you like Mommy’s mouth? I’ve gotten better, haven’t I?”

You place your hand on Nayeon’s head and force your cock back into her mouth, “Yes, Mommy. You’re a lot better now.” You groan, feeling her tongue move side to side along your cock. You reach down, groping her modest chest through her shirt and making Nayeon moan more. 

Nayeon pulls you out of her mouth with a pop, “I want you, baby,” She moans. Nayeon rises to her feet, stroking your cock and turning around. She spreads her legs and bends over slightly, shaking her ass as she waits for you. You flip her skirt and rub your cock against her folds, groaning as you feel how wet she is. “Mmm, that feels good, but I want more baby. Come fuck my tight little pussy.” Nayeon moans, pressing her ass against you. You hold her waist with one hand and press the tip against her entrance, pushing it in. You hear Nayeon gasp as you begin to split her in two. You feel the tightness of her stretched cunt as you push further in. 

Nayeon bites her bottom lip, nearly drawing blood as she holds back her moan. “You’re so big, baby.” She groans, feeling you slide deeper into her. You hold Nayeon’s waist tightly and slam the rest of your length inside. She lets her voice fill the room, screaming as you hit her cervix. “Oh god, baby, fuck me.” She moans, looking at the floor as you begin thrusting. Nayeon can feel your cock sliding in and out of her stretching her cunt as you move deeper. 

“I bet you were a naughty girl in school, weren’t you?”

“Don’t say that,” Nayeon grunted in response.

“Were you the school slut?” You ask her, almost immediately feeling her tighten around you. “I think your body is answering for you.”

“I wasn’t,” she whines, struggling as your cock moves inside her. “I’m just your slut.” She moans, leaning her body back against you. You push Nayeon forward, having her between the wall and you. You snake your hands between her and the wall, rubbing her clit with your fingers, moving in small circles. “Ahh! I��m your slut, baby. Don’t stop,” Nayeon cried out. She stood on her toes, her pussy being shaped into the form of your cock. 

“Did you have sex in school? You ask her as you continue thrusting; you hear her whimper something and repeat your question. She says something quietly. Not satisfied with how she answered, you grabbed Nayeon’s arms and pushed her onto the couch, laying her on her back. You fold Nayeon in half, her legs by her head, and ram your cock deep into her cunt before asking one more time. 

“YES!” Nayeon screams as she feels you smash into her cervix. “I DID!” Nayeon continues. She grabs your shirt, tugging on it as you thrust. “They weren’t as good as you, baby. Keeping fucking your mother.” Nayeon pleads, feeling her orgasm coming. “I’m gonna cum,” She whines, her grip on your shirt becoming stronger. You were far off your orgasm and continued thrusting; you cum together. Nayeon throws her head back as she feels your cum rush into her, filling her cunt. You keep yourself buried inside, letting Nayeon’s walls milk you before slowly pulling out. 

You stand beside Nayeon, staring at the blissful expression on her face. You lean down, kissing Nayeon passionately. “I bet Mommy was the school’s fleshlight.” You whisper into her ear. 

“I’m only yours, baby.” She groans, “Mommy wants more; carry me to the bedroom.” You pick Nayeon up, carry her to her bedroom, and lay her down. Nayeon tosses her glasses on the bed. She grabs the hem of her vest and pulls it over herself, following that with her button-up shirt. Nayeon was left in her skirt and a tie. You remove the rest of your clothes and pull Nayeon’s tie, getting her close enough for a kiss. Nayeon wraps her arms around you, “This time, I want you to cum on my face.” You smile at her and spread her legs, watching as your cum from the earlier runs between her legs.

You align yourself with Nayeon’s entrance and ram your length inside, sliding in with ease, “I’ll take a picture, another one for the collection.” Nayeon arches her back and moans as you stuff her cunt again. You hold her sides as you begin thrusting; moving through her, you notice a bulge where your cock is. “Mommy, take a look at what I’m doing to you.”

Nayeon looks down, seeing your cock make a visible bulge. She smiles. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen it, but it turned her on every time. Nayeon kisses you again, “Mommy’s pussy is made just for you, baby.” She moans, smiling as you fuck her roughly. 

“Mommy’s all mine.” You moan as you cup one of her tits, squeezing it. 

“That’s right, Mommy’s all yours. No one, not even your dad, can touch me.” She groans, shutting her eyes as she enjoys herself. You feel her walls tighten around you slowly and begin thrusting quicker. Her walls barely have time to come together when you rip through her again. Nayeon grips the bedsheets, feeling her second orgasm coming. “You’re going to make me cum again. Remember to pull out; mommy wants you to paint her face.” 

“Of course, Mommy.” You moan, thrusting into her. Every thrust brings you both closer to your climax. You reach down, flicking Nayeon’s clit and making her cum first. You feel her walls clamp down on your cock, trying to milk you for more of your baby batter. You continued thrusting until you were on the edge of cumming. You pull out and quickly move beside Nayeon. She grabs her glasses, puts them back on, and opens her mouth as she waits for your cum. You jerk yourself off quickly, your cum spurts on her face, coating her glasses with a few drops landing on her tongue. You move down, letting the last bit paint her chest. You slow down your strokes and take a look at how you did. 

Nayeon smiles at you, satisfied with the facial. “Take a picture of your school slut, baby.” You grab your phone and snap a few pictures of Nayeon, adding them to the collection you kept. You lay down beside Nayeon; she reaches for your cock, stroking it gently as you look through the photos you have. You look through them all, each one from a time you had sex with Nayeon. Eventually, you reach the first picture, “Aww, look at me. That was the day you made me yours.” Nayeon glances at you, “You know, baby, your father put cameras in here.”

“I know; I helped set them up.” You respond. “He doesn’t know how to access them, though. So, for now, they’re our little sex tape. We can watch them whenever you want.”

“You naughty boy,” Nayeon says, squeezing your cock.  She rolls onto you, straddling you. “Next time, we’ll do our roleplay. I’ll be the naughty teacher’s pet, and you’ll be my teacher. That will be a great video.”

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  First time

Wanda maximoff x fem reader

Word Count:2,061

Summary: When an old friend of your mother comes to visit you you don't like me at all but when you saw the beautiful red-haired woman those thoughts quickly disappeared

Warnings: Spanking, oral sex, rope ties, maybe corruption I don't know the truth tell me if I miss something :D

Note: English is not my mother tongue, so l apologize for any spelling mistake. It is also my first time publishing here so be kind I promise it will improve in the future T-T

You weren't happy when your mother told you that an old friend was going to stay with you, you appreciated the tranquility of the house since it was only the two of you and sometimes your other mother who came to visit you and who sometimes stayed for dinner if she stayed longer than expected but you were sure that she only did it to annoy your mother

You were an only child you didn't grow up with more children nearby if they weren't those at school, but you never invited them to your house since for you it was your sacred place, you didn't like them to invade those at the school that was yours

And it has been like that until your mother told you one day that her childhood friend was getting divorced and needed a place to clear her mind and relax, you were not nice at first you didn't want a stranger to live with you but after a few days you accepted it

You searched through your mother's things to find out who this supposed childhood friend was, it was not easy at first but after rummaging for a long time you found the old photos, without calculating that they were your age in the photo you smiled when you saw your mom hugging the woman, without a doubt you were impressed by her beauty, you wondered how it ended up divorced since the person undoubtedly must have been an idiot to leave a tremendous woman, after a while you put everything away and went to your room thinking about the woman Mysterious that she was going to move

The day came quickly, you saw the woman get out of a beautiful red car you laughed internally since it was almost the same as her hair, you came down from your room and went to say hello, your mother hugged her tightly and she also stayed a little behind waiting for their intimate moment to end, when they let go you saw how the woman stayed looking at you you felt a little uncomfortable since her gaze was intense and intimidating

"Oh honey, she's Wanda, the friend I told you was going to stay with us for a while," your mother commented happily as she brought you closer to greet Wanda

"When you leave" you didn't know why you had said, you didn't mean that, when you realized the words you had said you wanted to apologize immediately but the laughter he let out left you blank

"Wow, I see that you took out your other mother's attitude" you were frozen not knowing what to say fortunately your mother saved you

"Don't pay attention to her Wanda, and/it's a little difficult but I'm sure they'll get along amazing"

"I know we'll do it Agatha" Wanda says while winking at you quickly your cheeks blushed and the slight heating of this one bothered you

Both women laughed and went inside the house leaving you there alone processing what happened without a doubt it was going to be a difficult few months

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The first week flew by, you were careful you tried not to be in the same places as Wanda and it's not that you and your mother lived in a very big house they only had the first floor and on the second were the rooms next to the bathroom that was only yours but with Wanda here you have had to share it with her

The bathroom has been a big problem that right now you would like to just occupy the bathroom that Agatha has there in her room

Wanda has a big problem with not closing the lock when she bathes or occupies the first time you ran out slamming the door and the image of her silhouette that was shown on the screens was engraved in your head, at first you thought she was forgetful and that she was used to it since she was a married woman so you assumed that couples did not close the doors but then seeing her go out with her towel and wink you began to doubt that

The second time it happened it was worse since you were brushing your teeth and Wanda came in alone in a towel you were frozen not knowing what to do or say she just smiled at you and took off the towel leaving it in all its glory and then entered the shower, you quickly spit out the toothpaste and ran out to lock yourself in your room that day you didn't even go out to eat for your luck you always have sweets to eat

Since then you avoid Wanda as you can, you try to occupy your mother's bathroom just making an excuse that yours is being occupied with Wanda, it's time for dinner you invent a quick excuse saying that you are hungry just to go down when everyone is asleep and serve you a plate of food

In fact, right now you're warming up your food, it was already past 12:00, your mother was fast asleep and you assumed that Wanda too, I wish you had noticed the reddish monster that she wasn't happy with your attitude, I wish you hadn't gone down to eat that night

You decided to make yourself a dessert with apples so you were cutting one, you were so focused that you didn't notice the person who was surrounding you, until a body pushed you slightly into the kitchen cabinet

"That does a sweet thing cutting with a sharp knife" you were frozen not knowing what to do it took you a while to react

"I just want to eat apple" you spoke quickly Wanda denied and gently took the knife out of your hand

"You shouldn't do it alone, a delicate thing shouldn't have something so sharp in its hands" she began to cut while she still had you trapped against the furniture

"I'm not a little girl" you claimed a serious mistake from you and your big mouth

"I see that you still have that attitude, maybe I should punish you for being insolent with older people" Wanda laughed bitterly and then left the knife aside, you wondered what was going through the older woman's head but it didn't take you long to think since Wanda in a quick movement pulled down your pants leaving you alone in your pink panties baby

"Wanda, what are you doing?" you said while trying to get closer to your pants that were on your feet

"Shhh calm down just let me do what I have to do" she tried to calm you down but seeing that your hands just wanted to recover your pants she sighed "little one you leave me no choice but to tie you up"

Wanda waved her hand and a soft pink fabric appeared. She quickly tied your hands and legs leaving you motionless. Your heart was beating a thousand. You didn't know whether to scream for your mother to come down or just let the woman get away with it.

"Calm down I promise you'll like it, you just need to shut up or you would like your mother to see how her best friend gets away with her with her little daughter" you quickly shook your head the idea alone makes you vomit "I knew you were good at listening, now my question is how many spankings do you think is right for you" you stayed for a while thinking about an answer to give her

"Maybe 20 sounds good" she laughed her hands moved everywhere in your body

"If 20 sounds like a good number for your first punishment, count for me but not so strong little one we don't want your mother to discover us"

The first spanking was delicate it almost didn't hurt it was a soft blow you wondered if all the punishment was going to be that easy but how wrong you were, the next blows came more rudely you were almost sure it wasn't 20 spankings since after the 13th your mind only focused on how your ass started to hurt and how your pussy started to get wet

"Look what a dirty girl, I knew you weren't as innocent as you showed yourself" Wanda was fascinated with how red your ass was, she was only supposed to come to challenge you for eating so late but your little attitude that you gave her the first day was engraved in her mind, she had found her little doll to break and corrupt to her liking

Her trip was supposed to be only temporary she was going to enjoy her loneliness and learn to be alone, her divorce was not easy for Wanda in fact she didn't want to separate from him but things got complicated and she couldn't anymore

But you were refreshing, someone new full of innocence and purity you were the light that Wanda needed in this darkness and I didn't plan to miss this opportunity for any reason

"Look at your princess parts, I'm sure you feel uncomfortable down there" you didn't know if I had to answer but you did

"It feels sticky Wanda" she carefully lowered your panties without disturbing your reddish ass your pussy was dripping it was a divine image

She carefully brought a finger closer to your swollen clitoris you jumped a little because of her touch in your area but as fast as the movement was she moved away "tell me little one have you ever touched yourself down there"

"No, I've never done it" Wanda smiled to herself without realizing it, it only made Wanda's desire grow more in her and she wanted to make you hers forever

"Well then I'll be careful, I promise to take care of you" before putting her fingers on you she carefully untied the ties that tied you leaving you free, she grabbed you carefully making you lift your ass to leave your dripping pussy visible

Wanda thought to herself that it would be good for you, for your first time, without thinking much about things she bent down and ran her tongue through your folds you jumped at first because of the sensation but then without realizing it your hips grinded in her face

Wanda was delicate at first her movements had you hypnotized, she sucked your cloud gently and then did it again with force, you had to cover your mouth since you couldn't stand the noises

You could only hear the noises of Wanda eating you, her mouth was talented and her tongue had hypnotized you your cloud was fascinated with the circular movements that they were giving her without a doubt Wanda was a great expert in this

You felt a tingling in your stomach it was a delicious sensation until you thought you were going to urinate so you tried to move Wanda's face away from your pussy, she instead bit you something hard but not painful

"Wait Wanda, I think I'm going to pee" you tried to convince the woman to get out of there

"Don't worry, that's what it feels like to have an orgasm" Wanda reassured you, she went back to doing her thing until she guided one of her fingers and began to massage you

The tingling increased you tried to hold it a little but you couldn't, you had your first orgasm in your kitchen and it was delicious your body twisted because of the pleasure you were having, your flows increased Wanda quickly licked everything as if her life depended on her, when there was nothing left she walked away without kissing you there she went up your panties and then your pajama pants

She turned you delicately and kissed you, it was a slow and delicate kiss she guided you in everything since you didn't know how to kiss

"I knew you were a delight now go to your room and ah don't skip your meals again or I won't have to punish you again understood" you just nodded, you quickly ran out of there not without first giving Wanda a quick kiss and you went to your room thinking about what happened without a doubt it was a good idea that your mother had invited Wanda.

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Diavolo helps MC house hunt in the human world

Hello old friends! Are you still here?😂

I have a routine of coming back on Tumblr once or twice a year to read Obey!Me content for the memories and this time round I delved too deep and it made me want to write something again. I’m still a sucker for Diavolo lol

Anyway I’ll see you in another 4/5 years time! I hope you’re all doing well xx

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“This one looks nice.” Diavolo commented as his eyes studied the house in front of him and MC.

The Prince of Devildom was visiting MC in the human realm for a few days and had agreed to help her view properties while she sought out a new home.

“It does, doesn’t it? I feel like I could do something nice with the garden.” MC studied while the estate agent was grabbing something from their car. “Perhaps Barbatos can give me some recommendations of bulbs I can plant.” The human joked.

“Don’t, MC.” Diavolo warned, “you don’t understand how passionate he is about gardening.” He quipped with an amused grin, “I made the mistake of asking what one of the trees were in the palace gardens once and then had to listen to the entire history of Devildom’s horticulture.”

“Hm, best not then.” MC smiled at him.

They shared an amused expression toward each other before being interrupted by the estate agent.

“Right!” They spoke up from behind them, “I’m ready when you are.”

After being lead into the small bungalow, MC and Diavolo began taking in their surroundings. They lingered behind the estate agent while they were being introduced to each room.

The pair would steal glances at each other every so often; mostly ending in Diavolo raising his eyebrow at MC with a small grin on his face.

“What?” The human would ask quietly with an amused smile, being completely distracted from the realtor’s words.

“Nothing!” He’d say innocently.

As time went on, MC got to see each room one by one.

“I wanted to save this room until last as this is the real statement piece of the house.” The estate agent informed the human with some excitement in their tone. “I think you’ll both like this.”

“Oh?” MC raised an eyebrow as she followed the woman through an archway: Diavolo close behind.

Entering the final room, MC was surprised when she was met with a beautiful open plan kitchen which lead out into a conservatory with a dining area.

“Oh wow!” She breathed, “This wasn’t on any of the photos?”

“No,” the estate agent shook their head, “the owners decided to renovate this area recently as it was in dire need of some new life; they thought the old kitchen would put off potential buyers.” She informed them, “I think you both would enjoy sitting in the conservatory in the Summer months.” She encouraged, putting on her best sales smile. “Perhaps you could make MC breakfast while she lounges over there in the sun?”

Before MC could correct the estate agent and inform her that the pair were not in fact a couple or moving in together, Diavolo took a step forward.

“Well anything to get into MC’s good books.” He joked with the realtor, earning a look from the human.

As the estate agent turned her back, Diavolo quickly shot MC a cheeky grin.

Amused, the human returned the same expression and mouthed “what are you doing?” With a toothy smile.

“Well,” the estate agent spoke up, “I’ll leave you both for a minute to think. I’ll just be in the entranceway if you need me.” She smiled before leaving the room.

“Thank you.” MC nodded.

Left alone to their own devices, Diavolo and MC began scanning their surroundings.

“Well I have to say, this is a pretty nice place. Seems pretty large for just yourself though?” Diavolo questioned casually, turning to MC with his hands in his pockets.

“Diavolo, it’s a bungalow.” MC laughed, “I’m not exactly going to get lost. Anyway - more to the point - what’s with you playing happy families just then?”

“Can a demon not pretend?” He grinned, “I rather enjoy the fantasy of the two of us living together.”

MC shook her head at the demon, a small warm flush filling her cheeks.

“And what would Lucifer say if he knew you just said that?” She asked, folding her arms as she tilted her head.

“Oh I’m sure he’d just do his usual scowl,” Diavolo chuckled, “I’m sure they all would.” He continued, referring to the brothers.

MC smiled at the thought of them.

“You should come back, MC.” Diavolo suddenly insisted, “We all miss you, me particularly,” he admitted.

MC smiled sweetly at Diavolo, taking a step closer to him. “I have a life here too.” She reminded him, “I can’t just disappear again.”

He looked at her longingly with his big, amber eyes.

Letting out a sigh, he eventually copied her warm gaze; accepting the reality of it all.

Lifting up a hand, MC gently rubbed Diavolo’s large arm. He glanced down at her touch, with a ghost of a smile appearing on his lips.

“How many bedrooms has this place got?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Just the one.” She smiled knowingly, waiting for his next remark. “As you’ve seen.”

“Hm.” He pulled a face, “I suppose we’ll have to share the bed when I come to visit you next.”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” MC grinned at him.

[willowsnook]

When Love is Left Unspoken pt. 2 (MV)

max verstappen x reader

pt. 1 here

I could be talked into a pt. 3 if people want it

It had been a week since the Austin GP and forgetting about what happened had been impossible mostly because Max would not leave you alone.

He didn't reach out directly, but every morning this week, you had woken up to a new gift outside your door. Flowers, chocolate, coffee, pastries, clothing, etc. You had no idea how he even knew your address.

You struggled with what to do. On one hand, you had missed your best friend for a long time. You missed the inside jokes, the comfort you found in him, and supporting one another. But on the other hand, you couldn't stop thinking about how he threw it all away because he was scared of loving you. You had never been scared of loving him, even if you never said. Well maybe that was hypocritical.

Saturday morning an envelope accompanied the box outside of your door. You opened the box first, revealing a vintage RedBull racing bomber jacket that cost who knows how much. It was cute, you'd give it that. Opening the envelope you froze as you read the letter that sat next to a paddock pass for the Brazil GP.

I know you hate me and you have a good reason to but I will do anything to have you back by my side even if you refuse to look at me. Please come to Brazil, I know it's your favorite track. You can stay on Checo's side of the garage if it makes you feel better.

Love, Your Max

Brazil was your favorite track and in the past you had always travelled down early to experience the culture for a bit before the racing started.

You facetimed Carmen, hoping to talk this through with someone else.

"Hey girl, what's up?" She asked, clearly in the middle of a workout.

"Oh, I can call later if you're busy," you said and she shook her head.

"No, it's okay!"

"Max invited me to the Brazilian GP," you told her slowly and her eyes widened.

"Wow."

"I know, I don't know what to do."

Carmen was silent for a little bit, clearly thinking. "Is there any part of you that wants to make up with him?"

"Yes," you admitted quietly. "But I hate myself for even thinking that. I don't want to just forget about everything that happened and take him back with open arms."

"I don't think you necessarily have to forget what happened but maybe focus on the people you both have grown to be in these last few years. Maybe treat it like you are starting over."

"So you think I should go?"

"Selfishly yes of course," she said grinning and you couldn't help but smile back. "You don't even have to spend time with him. Just see how it feels to be around him."

After hanging up with Carmen, you texted the number Max had given you for his assistant in order to get flights and a hotel figured out.

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You landed in Brazil on media day and didn't plan on going to the track until Saturday. Max was pulling out all the stops even when he couldn't see you as evidenced by the ridiculously nice hotel he put you in. The view was amazing and laying on the bed was a variety of your favorite snacks and drinks with a card that read "I'm so glad you're here -your Max."

The 'Your Max' thing was working even though you hated to admit it. You spent the next two days traveling around the city by yourself and then with Carmen.

Saturday rolled around and you found yourself nervous to be at the paddock despite Carmen's constant reassurances. You hadn't seen Max yet and you weren't really sure what to say when you did.

Funny enough, the first person you ran into when you made it to the RedBull garage was Christian Horner.

"Y/n!" He said surprised to see you. "It's been a while, how are you? You know my wife is obsessed with your tik tok channel."

"Ahh tell her I said thank you," you replied kindly. "I've been doing well."

"We're glad to have you back," he said and your heart swelled. "It's been a rough year for him."

"I'm not sure I can change that," you said politely and he gave you a look.

"You just being here might," he commented before leaving you to go talk with the mechanics. You wandered around the garage, catching up with a lot of people you hadn't seen in a long time.

Max spotted you as he was coming out of his drivers' room and his heart stopped. Of course he knew you were in Brazil, but he still wasn't 100% sure you'd show up. He didn't think he should approach you so he just lingered by watching you. You felt him watching you and looked over at him, trying to control your breathing and gave him a small smile.

He smiled back before being called off to get ready for the sprint. Leaning against the back wall you pulled your headphones and settled in to watch. Max was doing pretty good, battling with Charles for most of the race. Your face appeared on the broadcast and you smiled to the camera, giving it a small wave.

After the race you checked your phone to see that you'd been tagged in countless tweets.

@.username12312: Was that y/n y/l/n in the RedBull garage? I thought her and Max had a falling out???

reply to @.usernam12312 @.user345: Yeah they haven't been friends for a long time. It had something to do with Kelly

reply to @.user345 @.username12312: oh yeah, you're right! I always liked y/n better anyways

You were amused reading the speculation and decided to stir the pot further. While Max was doing interviews you found Checo in the garage and asked him to take a picture with you. The confused man agreed and you quickly posted it to your Instagram story with the caption: My favorite RedBull driver, good luck tomorrow!

Carmen and Lily both slid up with laughing emojis and you walked back to Max's side, trying to avoid the rain. It was really coming down now and you weren't sure if they would even be able to go out on the track. You found Max a little while later sitting against the wall, legs sprawled out in front of him. You sunk down next to him, holding your knees into your chest.

"Think you'll be able to go out there today?" You asked casually and he looked over at you, clearly excited to hear you speaking to him.

"I would say probably not," he replied. "Maybe tomorrow morning."

"How much longer until we know?"

"Another half hour would be my guess," he said. "I can call for someone to take you back if you want to leave now?"

"No, I'll wait," you said looking down at your phone. You sat in silence for a while and the rain was starting to make you very sleepy. Losing the battle with yourself, you rested your head on Max's shoulder and he stiffened.

Max smiled to himself as you dozed off and the two of you caught the attention of the cameras, the photo soon to be splashed everywhere online. Quali was called off and Max nudged you awake, reaching out to help you up.

"Ride with me back?" He asked hopeful and you nodded. You ran into George and Carmen on the way out and she gave you a knowing look to which you rolled your eyes at.

"You guys should come out to dinner with us," George said. "We're meeting up with Alex and Lily too."

You hesitated, not wanting to miss out but at the same time your social battery was dead. You could only handle so much social interaction before you were craving your warm bed to snuggle into. You started to give in and agree but Max cut you off.

"I think y/n is done being around people for the day so I'm going to take her back."

You looked at him surprised and the realization that he still knew you so well just added more fire to the internal turmoil you were facing. Bidding them goodbye, you followed Max out of the paddock and into the car he had rented for the weekend. The car ride was silent as well as the elevator ride up to your floor.

Max followed close behind you as you made your way to your room and it was starting to irritate you.

"You don't need to walk me to my room Max," you said and he looked at your sheepishly.

"I'm in the one right next to you."

"Are you fucking serious?" You asked frustrated. "I need space Max!"

"I just want you to be safe," he defended and you rolled your eyes.

"From what?" You exclaimed. "Oh yeah, your girlfriend I mean ex-girlfriend is from here. Think she's sending people after me?"

"I don't think that's funny," he said, eyes darkening. "Sue me for wanting you close to me. I'm not going to apologize for that."

"You are the worst," you bit out before shoving into your room, slamming the door.

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Stepping out of the steaming shower and back into the bedroom you glanced worriedly out the window. You wouldn't necessarily say that you had a fear of thunderstorms but they tended to make you uneasy.

Trying to distract yourself you put on South Park, your favorite show to watch in a hotel, but it didn't work. After a couple of booms you were still on edge. Sighing you got up and left your room, hoping a small walk around the hotel would ease your mind. By the time you made it back, Max was leaning against the wall by your door, waiting for you.

"Can't sleep?" He asked and you nodded.

"The storms."

"You always were scared of them," he teased and you scoffed.

"I'm not scared of them!" Right as you said that, a streak of lighting flashed by the hallway's window followed by a loud crash of thunder. You jumped a little and Max smirked.

"Come on," he said gesturing back to his room. You hesitated and he sighed. "We both know you won't fall asleep alone to this."

Giving in, you followed him into his room. It was a carbon copy of yours and you were amused to see South Park playing on his tv. He climbed into his bed but you stopped short; the scene in front of you reminded you of so many times before. When you traveled with him back in the day you'd often find yourself in his room at night hanging out. You always fell asleep and woke up in his arms, neither of you ever saying anything about it.

Max sat up in the bed looking at you, he knew what you were thinking.

"Y/n," he said softly as he watched you wipe a tear from your eye.

"This is so hard Max," you said, voice breaking. "How am I supposed to just forget?"

"I don't know," he confessed. "I'm sorry."

"It's not even like you broke my heart that day," you said meeting his eyes. "You had chipped away at it for so long that there wasn't even anything left to break."

Max's heart dropped and he moved over closer to where you were standing, so that you were now eye level.

"I was so scared back then y/n," he said and you put your head into your hands. "So scared of failing that I did things I shouldn't have done, like pushing you away to protect myself."

"Protect yourself from what?" You said, looking back at him.

"Your unconditional love," he said sadly and you tried to compose yourself, taking a deep breath.

"You acted like nothing happened, I watched you move on with your life," you accused, whispering to him.

"I did not move on, I was a mess. I couldn't eat or sleep for months and I latched on to you in whatever way I could through your videos or podcast. Every picture or video you saw of me was strictly PR."

"But you never reached out, not once in these past few years," you said, starting to grow angry with him.

"Neither did you!" He exclaimed.

"That's not fair Max," you retorted, moving away from him.

"Isn't it though? You accused me of moving on but I watched you do the same. I watched your popularity grow, watched you start to travel around the world, watched you post with other guys. You didn't need me to be happy."

"I needed my best friend!" You yelled and he flinched. "I needed you to be there to call when I got a new deal! I needed you to be there to lean on when I had self doubt! You ruined everything Max. I could never be truly happy celebrating something because in the back of my mind I was thinking about how you should have been there with me!"

Max squeezed his eyes shut, sitting down on the bed.

"I don't know how to fix this schatje," he whispered and you flinched at the term of endearment. "Everything has been so dark for so long. I am okay with you hating me forever. Because even if you just look at me, it'll be a better day than what I've had."

Sniffling, you stared into his red rimmed eyes. "I want to forget about you so badly Max but I can't."

He smiled softly at you before patting the bed.

"Please sleep here tonight, it will make me feel so much better knowing you were well rested. I'll sleep on the pull out couch," he said standing up.

"Just sleep in the bed with me," you said sighing, wiping the tears from your face before climbing into the bed. Max slid in next to you, leaving a healthy distance between the two of you and you drifted off to sleep.

The sound of his alarm woke you up at 4:30 and you groaned sleepily. Max's arms were wrapped tightly around you, his head buried in your hair as he refused to open his eyes.

"Max, you have to wake up," you said and he mumbled incoherently into you. You pried his hands off your body and stood up, stretching. He watched you lazily from the bed, wondering if this was a dream.

"I'm going to go get ready and then I'll meet you back in the hallway in 30 minutes okay?" You asked him and he nodded. Leaving his room you headed back into yours to get ready for the day. Your eyes were still a little swollen from last night but that was nothing a little makeup couldn't fix.

Pairing the new RedBull jacket with a black jeans you gathered all your stuff before texting Carmen about what had happened last night. All she responded was that we would discuss it in person and sent a winky face.

Max looked more awake standing out in the hallway and you both left for the track.

Qualifying was a mess to put it simply. Crash after crash after crash. It was spiking your anxiety to watch and you were just praying that Max would make it out unscathed. He did make it without crashing, but not without controversy.

You grew furious as you watched everyone in Q2 get to finish their laps following Lance's crash except for Max and Esteban. This made him miss out on Q3 for the first time in forever. You knew he was pissed when he got out of the car and his eyes met yours for a brief second. He talked to his engineers before grabbing your hand to drag you with him to over where he had to do interviews.

Standing behind the reporter you watched him try to contain his anger.

���If a guy goes straight into the wall, it is a straight red,” he said. “I don't understand why you need to take 30, 40 seconds for a red flag to come out...”

His voice was rising as he said it and both you and the reporter braced for the impact of whatever he was going to say next. He started to say something but then looked over at you and stopped himself, taking a deep breath before waving off the question.

“I don’t care in all honesty, it is so stupid to talk about. It’s ridiculous.”

He answered a couple more questions about the race happening later and you waited patiently. Christian came to join you and gave you a knowing look.

"I told you that being here would make things better," he said with a glint in his eyes. "I'm giving you credit for him avoiding more community service."

Things got even better after that with Max winning the Grand Prix in what you could only describe as a complete masterclass.

As the celebrations wrapped up, you and Max found yourselves alone in the quiet of the garage, both still processing the day's whirlwind. He glanced at you, a hesitant warmth in his gaze.

Max reached for your hand, gently holding it, as if afraid you'd slip away again. "I'm glad you came, I've needed you here for a long time."

"I'm still not sure where we stand Max," you said unsure of how to deal with what you were feeling.

"As long as your standing next to me, I'll be okay," he said cheekily and you smiled. You knew that your relationship had a long way to go but maybe, just maybe, it was finally starting again.

pt. 3

[talaok]

The carpet

pairing: Pedro Pascal x fem!reader

Summary: You and your husband Pedro prepare for a red carpet, but once you're there you have a wardrobe malfunction, luckily, he's there to help.

Warnings: just so much fluff for no reason

a/n: i havent written something for Pedro that wasnt a request in literally 9 months, but guess what the hyperfixation is hyperfixating lately and I just needed to write down what i've been daydreaming about all day.

"wow" he exhaled, closing the door behind him, his eyes trained on you.

You chuckled, looking at him from the mirror, as a choked "aww" escaped Linda, your make-up artist's, lips at the reaction.

You gave her a look and she just grinned, checking her work one final time before whispering "Seeing you two is better than watching any rom-com, I can't even remember the last time my Mark looked at me like that", making you laugh once more with a playful roll of your eyes.

"you look stunning sweetheart" Pedro breathed, right behind you now, his hands already on your waist

Another dreamy sigh fell out of Linda's lips before she decided it was time for her to go.

"i'll go wait downstairs then... leave you two lovebirds some time alone," she said, excitement piercing through her tone as if she was watching her daughter walk down the aisle.

"thank you Linda, we'll be down in a moment" You nodded, smiling sincerely at her as she started for the door.

But just when a foot was already out into the hallway, she turned around, a serious expression on her all of a sudden.

"And Pedro" she shot him a look "Just this once, try not to mess her lipstick up too much, will ya?" 

You couldn't help but laugh, loudly, wholeheartedly, but Pedro, ever so honest only answered with a "I can't make any promises Linda", before the poor woman groaned and shut the door behind her.

Just as the soft thud of the motion bumped from wall to wall, Pedro turned you around in one swift motion, getting to see your pretty face better.

"hi there" you smiled, placing your hands on his chest, softly playing with the hem of his tuxedo's jacket.

"hello sugar" he grinned, letting his eyes drink in all of you.

"You look handsome" you murmured, your right hand going to his face, feeling the soft stubble of his beard graze your palm.

"mhhh" he hummed, leaning closer already, much to Linda's disappointment "Well you know how it is... if my lady's gonna be the most beautiful woman on the red carpet I gotta step up my game"

You huffed out a laugh 

"'s that right?"

"need to at least try and look like you're not miles out of my league" he cocked an eyebrow, his hands on your waist pushing you flush against him.

"You're a bad man Pedo Pascal" you stifled a smirk "A bad, bad man" you whispered as his lips finally met with yours.

They were softer than usual, but heavenly just the same. 

His hold tightened on you and you melted right into his arms, whimpering weakly into his mouth, before after what was probably a good two minutes, he pulled away.

"we gotta go" you murmured

"I know" he groaned, half-heartedly leaning away.

And as you checked yourself in the mirror one last time, you couldn't help but chuckle, as your gaze fell to your lips.

"Oh Linda's gonna be pissed"

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the carpet was booming tonight,

celebrities filled every inch of the crimson rug, and the flashes of the countless cameras pointed at you were so strong you swore they would have blinded you if you weren't so used to them.

You were posing to show off the gorgeous dress you were lucky enough to be wearing, and once you had exhausted all the poses you knew, you turned to your husband on the left as he offered you his hand, which you took with a smile, walking to his spot and leaving a soft kiss on his cheek the photographers seemed more than a little enthusiastic about.

But as you posed together, his arm on your back drawing soothing circles, an almost inaudible pop made its way to your ears, and all the sudden some pressure was gone from your chest, and when you looked down... when you looked down the button that was holding the two pieces of fabric covering your boobs had popped, and said fabric was starting to fall.

"oh my god" you blurted, but before you could do anything, your reflexes slowed down by the shock, Pedro's hand found your chest, salvaging the falling pieces of the dress.

"I-" you stuttered, not knowing what to say, or do as he moved in front of you, his broad build doing a hell of a good job of shielding you from the photographers

"I was about to flash so many people" you finally breathed, your voice faint.

"yeah" he said, trying, really trying to suppress the chuckle down his throat, but failing miserably "Yeah you were sweetheart" he laughed softly, his hand still holding your dress.

"are you- don't laugh!" you gasped, although with one look at your face, you could feel a bubble of laughter making its way up your thoat "It's not funny" you smiled, chuckling too now.

"no" he shook his head, sarcasm spilling out of his every pore " there's nothing remotely funny about this sugar, absolutely" he smiled, making you want to roll your eyes

"hold the dress for a sec" he said, having you do just that as he took his jacket off and instead, put it on you.

"thank you" you smiled, looking up at him.

"you just worry about keeping that jacket closed" he murmured, kissing your cheek "I've already seen too many men's eyes wondering a bit too much"

"oh shut up" you laughed, rolling your eyes as he escorted you off what must have been the worst red carpet of your life.

"Whatever you say flash" he laughed, obviously very proud of his own joke

"god I hate you so much" you sighed, smiling widely into his chest nonetheless.

[traveler-at-heart]

Doctor's In - Chapter 18

Summary: You have fun at Carol's bridal shower.

Wanda Maximoff x F!R

A/N: This is short, but maybe next chapter will close out this "arch" of the story :)

Pietro is definitely enjoying his own space. Barnes has long shifts which means he has the apartment all for himself most of the times, and even when his roommate is around, he mostly keeps to himself.

Still, there are some stuff left at his sister’s house and he thinks nothing of it as he lets himself in, approaching what was once his room.

The sound of voices stops him dead in his tracks.

“To the left, yeah, there. That’s it” you say, out of breath.

“You sure? It feels kind of tight”

“Yeah, it’s supposed to, baby. Now harder. Exactly, just like that”

Pietro wants to throw up or erase his memory to forget he even heard you two. But before he can exit the house, you’re opening the door.

“Hey, man. You scared me. We didn’t hear you come in” you say, too casual for his liking.

“Yeah, I could tell”

“What do you mean by that?” Wanda comes out of the room, carrying some tools and a couple of wooden panels.

Well, that’s a relief.

“You fixing something?” he changes the subject, saving himself the trouble of explaining he thought you were busy having sex.

“Yeah, some stuff Wanda built and others she tried to repair. I’m done with the fence, gotta check the deck and then I’ll do the new shelves before I call it a day. I’m tired” you say, coming back with a glass of water for Wanda.

“The shelves are fine” she says and you snort. “Why are you laughing?”

Her sudden anger makes you pale and Pietro slowly walks to his former room to get his stuff and flee out of there. By the time he’s done you’re arguing.

“Babe, come on! Look at this. They’re lose, if you place anything there it will fall. Probably take a piece of the wall with it”

“They are perfectly fine” Wanda insists.

“Oh, so if I were to put this very valuable and fragile Tiffany lamp, it wouldn’t fall off? Is that what you’re saying?” you challenge her, grabbing the lamp and inching closer to the shelf. Wanda crosses her arms, glaring.

“If you break that lamp…”

“Well, it’s not gonna happen, because the shelves are fine. Right?” you say, finally placing it there. A second later the panel tilts and you catch the lamp before it reaches the floor. “Ha! Told you”

“You are such an ass! I’m going to take the kids with Clint and Laura and I hope that by the time I’m back you’re ready to apologize!”

“Right after you!” you say, grabbing the drill.

“I am…” Wanda begins to say, but you make noise with the drill to interrupt her. “I am not…” she huffs as you keep doing it. “I am NOT APOLOGIZING!”

“FINE” you shout over the noise.

Pietro regrets not recording this because it’s hilarious, but then Wanda turns her attention to him.

“Why are you still standing here? Don’t you have stuff to do? When are you getting a job?”

“Wow, slow down, mom” he tries to joke, but his sister tilts her head and he knows he’ll get cooked. “You’re right, I better go find a job. Bye”

Wanda leaves and you relax a little bit. She’s trying to help you repair the things inside the house and while you appreciate it, it’s a little overwhelming. You’re used to working alone, and you have to slow down as you explain some things to her.

Honestly, why would she even want to know how to do it? You’re always around to fix things. The timing of your fight sucks too, considering the twins are having a sleepover and Pietro’s on his own place now.

Looks like the only screaming you’ll have today will be from arguing. And to be fair, you could roll over on your back and apologize but you don’t feel like it. You were both too stubborn.

So, you keep working and by the time you’re done, you hop in the shower and then stay in bed, snoozing.

Wanda comes home to a quiet house and for a moment she thinks you might be out walking to clear your head. But then she goes upstairs and finds you fast asleep, wearing a tank top and briefs.

She regrets being so hot headed and ruining the night, but she also knows you well enough to guess you’ll be pouting unless Wanda takes extraordinary measures to make it up to you.

So, she goes to the bathroom and jumps in the shower. The sound of running water wakes you up and when Wanda’s done, she notices you’re finally up.

“Hey. Wanna order thai food?”

“Fine” you answer, grabbing your phone and paying attention to anything but her.

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to be moody, detka” she says, and you frown.

“I’m not the one who started it, Wanda. You were very dismissive, when I was just trying to help out”

“Well, I just felt like you were being condescending”

“Come on, you know I wasn’t. If you want my help at least don’t be mad when I do what you ask…”

The bathroom door opens and you turn as you talk, but your words get stuck as Wanda walks out, wearing a pink babydoll and nothing else.

“When I ask you…? You were saying” she says innocently, walking towards you.

“Yeah. When you ask me to do you. I mean to help you” you shake your head, eyes not leaving her figure.

“Mmm, you’re right” she admits, and you gasp as she climbs to your lap, holding on to your shoulders.

“I am?” you ask like an idiot.

“Yes, baby. You help me out so much, and I was a little bratty. I should be a good girl for you”

“Wanda” you sigh when she kisses the spot behind your ear, her hands going down to your arms.

“Yes?”

“I… forgot what I was going to say”

“Then stop talking” she says against your lips, kissing you a second later. You moan against her mouth, hands flying to cup her ass.

“Nu-uh. Sit back” she says, taking out a small piece of rope to tie you up.

“Babe, come on” you whine.

“I thought you liked to be tied up”

“I do but not now. I wanna touch you”

“Too bad. Hands over your head”

You scoff and whine but she’s not giving in, so with a final sigh, you do as she asks and lift your hands over your head. Wanda climbs over your lap to tie them to the headboard, her breasts right at eye level. She yelps when you sink your head in her cleavage, nibbling at the exposed skin.

“I said no touching”

“Not touching. Biting”

“Cheeky” she reprimands, but her expression softens a second later. “They’re not too tight?”

“I’m good” you shake your head, eager to see what she’ll do next.

Whatever it is, you know Wanda’s ready to tease you when she has that predatory smrik on her face.

She kneels in the bed, lowering her underwear until you can see her exposed cunt, a wet stain on the fabric. Wanda throws them your way, and your mouth waters when you see her sliding one finger inside, moaning.

“Are you tight?” you ask, breathing heavy when she moans, adding a second finger.

“And wet. I wish it was your cock, baby”

“Untie me, come on. I’ll fill you up real nice, Wanda” you push against the rope, but she just laughs, taking her fingers out and licking them clean, her tongue swirling slowly.

“What do you want to do to me?” she asks, straddling your leg so her center rubs off against it.

“So much. Spank you, mark you, fuck you until you can’t walk”

“Sounds good. But for now, this will have to do” she smiles, rubbing herself against your leg. You moan at the feeling of her arousal smearing against you, and struggle to break free so you can touch her. “You’re making me feel so good”

“Imagine if you’d untie me. I could…”

“Oh, shush” she rolls her eyes, picking up her underwear and stuffing it in your mouth. “You’re distracting me”

“Mmffp” you mumble against the fabric.

“Come on, be a good girl and let me use you, honey. Then you’ll get what you want” she promises, increasing the speed of her movements until she’s breathing heavily, her tits bouncing up and down with the strenght of her thrusts.

You can’t even get some friction between your legs, Wanda holding on to your hips to keep you in place. So, all you can do is admire the way Wanda mewls and moans as her orgasm approaches. After a second, she digs her nails in the inside of your thigh, making you squirm. The movement sends her over the edge, and Wanda comes with a strangled cry.

“So good for me” she says, leaning against your chest.

You push the underwear out of your mouth, eager to make her come again.

“Can I touch now?”

“In a minute” Wanda says after looking you up and down. “I think I want to ride your face first”

The night just got ten times better.

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Maybe it’s because you got used to running around in Boston, but now that you’re back in Westview, the workload always seems managable. Even now with five people and a surgery, you’re dealing just fine with the stress.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you” Darcy says as you examine a kid, waiting for Kamala to come back with his X-rays.

“Did you try here? In the ER? Where I’m always working. Sorry, buddy” you add when the kid complains.

“You know I don’t come to enemy territory. Barnes…”

“First of all, he is not here today. Second, this feud is one-sided. I promise you he doesn’t have any issues with you” you say, greeting Kamala when she hands over the X-rays. “Fracture. We’re gonna have to put a cast on your ankle. Sorry, kiddo”

“That’s fine, I’ll get lots of ice cream and play videogames”

“Yeah, that’s the spirit. Kamala, can you get everything ready? We’re just waiting for his father to come back with the insurance info”

“Right away”

“Anyways, I was looking for you because I wanted to check if you made the reservation at the stri…”

You clear your throat, nodding towards the kid.

“At the movies” Darcy corrects herself in time. “And if you’re gonna have an issue with the missus”

“Why would I?” you cross your arms. Wanda knows about the plan.

“Well, she’s known to be the jealous type. And we’re all going to a place full of… candy” Darcy smirks, wiggling her eyebrows.

Kamala joins you, getting everything ready for the cast as the kid’s father has some questions.

“It’s going to be fine” you say, walking out of the ER, Darcy right behind you. “I think a lot has changed since we took a break. Plus I’m making it up to her with fancy dinner”

“Oh, are you finally proposing?” Darcy jokes but you hit your knee against a stretcher, groaning in pain. “What’s wrong?”

“Did you miss the part where I almost fell on my face?”

“No, I mean why did you get all freaked out when I mentioned the engagement. You have a ring, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but last time…” you sigh, looking away. You stop walking, leaning against the wall, and Darcy eyes you up and down. “I thought I had it all figured out, you know? Thought we were doing good and then everything blew up in my face. I don’t think I’m ready for that. And there’s the whole Sokovia thing… maybe I should tell her that part over dinner first”

“You haven’t told her? She’s gonna kick your ass if you don’t do it fast. It’s three months away”

“Yeah, yeah. Now, shush. She’s waiting by the front desk” you nod towards Wanda, who stopped by on her way back from school.

“Hey, detka. Hey, Darcy” Wanda greets, kissing your cheek. You pull her by the waist until she’s completely attached to your side. Wanda loves how needy and touch starved you are.

“We were just talking about Carol and Maria’s bachelorette party and how you don’t need to tell me to behave”

“Of course I don’t”

“Because you trust me”

“Because I’m coming with you” she says at the same time you speak.

“You… what?” you turn to look at her, confused, ignoring Darcy’s laughter.

“Carol invited me. We had fun that time at the club, didn’t we? I thought it might be good to leave the house, seeing as all we do lately is have sex…”

“That’s my cute to go” Darcy groans, walking away.

Wanda turns to look at her, laughing.

“If you don’t want me to go…”

“Wanda, I’d love for you to join us. It’s gonna be fun… but just to be clear, it’s not because you don’t trust me, right?”

“No, dear. I trust you” Wanda looks over your shoulder, as some of the nurses stare at you, clearly admiring your muscles. “I just don’t trust other women to keep it in their pants”

Before you know it, she’s pulling you in for a rough kiss. You gasp in surprise, but craddle her face in your hands a second later, smiling when she laughs against your lips.

“What are you doing? I need to get groceries” she says when you pull her to an empty on call room.

“Come on, it will only take five minutes”

“Five?” she says, unimpressed.

“Fine. How about fifteen?”

“That’s more like it”

—

There’s a certain excitement at getting ready for a party with your friends. You’re all so consumed by work that hanging out is a rarity.

Beyond that, Wanda joining you is ten times better, so by the time you’re ready and waiting for her at the living room, you’re buzzing with anticipation.

She finally goes downstairs, and you’re too busy admiring how good she looks in black pants, and a velvet corset top that pushes her breasts up.

“Stunning doesn’t begin to cover it” you say, taking her hand and kissing the back of it.

“Thanks, detka. Come on, we should get going”

The plan is to get something to eat first and then go to the club. Easy, no complications.

“Drop her off at a decent hour” Ekaterina asks you as if you don’t live in the same house as Wanda.

“Yes, Miss Max… Mom” you say, rubbing the back of your neck.

Pietro is out with the twins and Ekaterina will stay with them until you come back, which of course won’t be too late as everyone has to work in the next 24 hours.

“You ok?” Wanda says as you drive to the bar, sitting quietly. You’re still thinking about what Darcy said, and you know you’re also avoiding the conversation with Wanda, fearing it will lead to an argument.

“Yeah. Just hoping everything goes well. By the way, would you maybe want to have dinner tomorrow? We could try that new place you found the other day”

“Of course, detka. Is that why you were so scared? You just wanted to ask me out?” she jokes, reaching to place her hand on the back of your head as you drive.

“Real funny” you comment, smiling at her.

By the time you walk in the pub, Darcy is all over your face.

“You’re late”

“It’s 8:06, pesky minion” you say, looking around the room. Carol and Maria are playing pool, while Kate and Kamala take some pictures.

“Yeah, we said 8 o’clock. We have a tight schedule, but don’t worry. I knew you’d both be late, probably being horny and…”

“Ok! Your point?” you interrupt her, Wanda laughing next to you.

“I took that into consideration, but here. Have a look” Darcy says, handing over her phone.

“Why is there a 15 minute break called bar fight?” you say.

“In case Wanda wants to smack the living lights out of anyone trying to make a move on you. I know you, Maximoff”

“I do appreciate the consideration” Wanda nods and you look at her, hoping it’s just a joke. You have to bring her back home in one piece or Ekaterina will probably kill you.

Once you promise Darcy you’ll stick to her annoying itinerary, you find a table and order some food. Wanda walks up to talk to Kate and Kamala, and Darcy sits next to you at the booth, nudging your side.

“What now?“

“Did you tell her already?”

“No, I didn’t want to ruin the mood. I’ll take her out to dinner tomorrow”

“Ok, when I get super drunk make sure I’m not around Wanda or I’ll tell her everything”

“Who can forget you’re infamous word vomit?” you sigh, remembering that time Darcy was so wasted she asked two girls you were seeing at the same time if they had siblings since “you don’t have a problem sharing”.

“Better that than actual vomit”

Everyone’s having a great time, joking and talking about life. Sometimes the conversation drifts back to work but you make sure Wanda has context on everything so she doesn’t get lost.

“So, Ass Man…”

“Doctor Charles” you turn to Wanda when Darcy’s telling a story.

“And Booty Call”

“His mistress” you say, sighing. Darcy and her complicated nicknames.

“Wait, hold on. Do I have a nickname?” Wanda asks, smiling. Everyone looks away and then she turns to you.

“Not that I’m aware of” you admit, though no one would tell you either way.

“You’re all cowards” Darcy says when the group refuses to answer. “Everyone calls you Maximilf”

You choke on your beer, Wanda laughing as you try to breathe.

“Do you think it’s fitting?” she says when everyone else focuses back on Darcy’s story.

“I mean, I definitely want to fuck you”

“Alright, you have three five minute breaks to flirt or combine them to do something nasty” Darcy says when she catches what’s happening. “And right now, it’s time to go to the club”

The brunette leads the group outside, where a minivan is parked.

“Designated driver” she hands the keys over and you accept them with a roll of your eyes.

“I could be the designated driver, Doctor Y/L/N. I hardly drink” Kamala offers and you smile.

“How about when we’re out of the club, kid?”

Everyone gets in, Wanda in the passenger seat with you. Kate is in charge of the music, and you have to hand it to her, it’s a really good playlist.

“Don’t go breaking my heart” you sing to Wanda.

“I couldn’t if I tried” Wanda answers, singing Kiki Dee’s part.

“Out! Out of this madhouse, please!” Darcy shrieks from the last seat.

Luckily for her, you’re at the strip club in less than ten minutes.

Carol and Maria are wearing their matching “Bride to Be” t-shirts, Kamala and Kate close behind.

“Right on schedule?” you ask Darcy, and she nods, extending her hand. You think she wants a high five and you do that but she glares.

“No, you idiot. Give me the keys. I don’t trust you to keep them safe”

“Fine. Let’s go, babe” you put your arm around Wanda, going inside.

The music is loud, but right now there’s only people talking and drinking. A hostess leads you to a booth that’s right in front of the stage and you sit, looking around.

“This is really nice” Maria comments.

“Everyone say thank you, Darcy, for finding this awesome place and making the booth reservation” you say, raising your shot glass as the waitress places the tray on the table.

“Thank you, Darcy!” everyone says, downing their shots. Kamala is the only one that doesn’t drink, but Darcy is quick to take the shot she left.

You have a couple of rounds of shots, talking and laughing. Kamala asked for a mocktail, but she’s laughing so loud that you have to approach her.

“Hey, K. What did you get?”

“Long Island iced tea, Ma’am” she mock salutes you. “They’re so good! Here’s another one”

The waitress is already handing over a new one and Kamala drinks half of the glass before you can stop her.

“Kamala, that has like three different types of alcohol”

“Nooooo way, really?” she practically shouts, looking around. She waves at one of the show girls, and points to her ears. “Oh my god, your earrings are so cute”

You sigh, walking to the bar to get her a soda and some water, since it’s very clear she can’t hold her alcohol.

“Hi, there” a woman greets you. She’s wearing a robe over her gold lingerie set that leaves very little to the imagination.

“Oh, hello. How do you do?” you say, smiling as you get the water and the soda, leaving a tip for the bartender.

“You here with someone?”

“Yeah, the bridal shower over there” you nod your head towards your group.

“Congratulations”

“Not mine, no. My friends” you clarify, and as you turn to look back at your group you see Kamala drinking another cocktail. “Excuse me, I have to make sure the one that looks like a kid doesn’t get wasted”

“Well, I’m next… hope you like my act” she bites her lip and you nod dumbly, blushing. You’re so worried about Kamala that you don’t notice the way Wanda follows the interaction.

“Come on, kiddo, drink this” you say, asking Kate to keep an eye out for her. When you return to your seat, Wanda climbs on your lap. Maria whistles and you blush, smiling weakly.

“Hey, baby. Did you have a couple of drinks too?” you smile, hands resting on her hips.

“What’s her name?”

“Huh?”

“That girl at the bar. She seemed really interested in you” Wanda says with a knowing smile, making you gulp.

“I didn’t catch her name. Didn’t ask, I mean”

Just as she’s about to argue, the lights dim, and there’s a focus on the stage as the woman walks to the pole, dropping her black robe.

“Please welcome Sadie!”

There’s a chorus of applause and whistles as the woman dances around, but Wanda stays on your lap, giving you enough room to look back to the stage if you want to.

So she’s testing you.

“Cat got your tongue?” she whispers against your lips. You shake your head no, hands going to her lower back and you really want to touch her ass but all your friends are here and you’ll never hear the end of it.

A couple of screams make you turn briefly to the stage, and you notice the woman -Sadie- has taken her top off, throwing it close to where you are.

“Are her tits pretty?”

“I didn’t…”

“Didn’t look?” she asks and you nod, sighing when she sneaks her hand under your shirt, raking her nails across your abdomen. “Goog girl”

“Wanda” you stop her hand when it travels to undo the button of your pants. “Not here”

“Why not? Is Sadie gonna get jealous?”

“Come on, bunny, you are not playing fair” you try to hold back a moan when she dips her hand in your pants, and you feel how close she is to your center. Wanda bites down your neck, soothing the sting with her tongue a second later.

“I guess you’re right” she whispers and you almost don’t catch her words, until she goes back to sitting next to you, the lights going back on as the woman leaves the stage.

“Hey, perv, button up your pants” Darcy screams and everyone turns to look at you.

“Wanda!” you complain while your girlfriend laughs.

There’s not a lot of teasing as the next act comes on stage. It’s a fabulous drag queen that calls herself Fanny Longbottom. She's holding a mic, approaching your group.

“I hear we have a couple of brides to be this evening. What are your names, darling?”

“I’m Carol and this is Maria”

“Love that. How long have you been together for?”

“Six years now”

Fanny gasps dramatically, looking at the rest of the audience.

“That’s like 20 in lesbian years! Congrats on finally tying the knot, you two. Any more couples on your little entourage”

You’re shaking your head no, hating when the attention is drawn to you, but Carol is quick to point your way.

“My, oh my” the woman saunters your way, noticing how flushed your face is. “I’m not interrupting, am I?”

“No, we were just…”

“Honey, we don’t need the deets” she says and everyone laughs. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Y/N and this is my girlfriend Wanda” you say, hoping this can be over soon.

“How long have you been together?”

“Well, I mean, ten months and then we broke up for a bit but now we’re back together” you ramble.

“She’s lovely. And great with my kids” Wanda steps in, sensing how nervous you are.

“Kids! Ten months and they already have kids” the woman screams. “You should take a page out of these two. Look at them practically married after a few months. But, let’s see who has the best moves, what do you say?”

“Wait, what?” you shout. Two chairs are placed on the stage, and you shake your head hoping this isn’t what you think it is.

Wanda drags you to the stage, smiling.

“How bad can it be?”

You wish she hadn’t asked that question, because it turns out this is a lap dance-off and you’re forced to sit as everyone cheers.

“Relax, darling, pretend it’s just the two of us” Wanda says and you’re midly turned on and very curious about why she’s not shy or self conscious.

The music begins and you see Wanda sink to her knees between your parted legs. As she stands up, her hands slide up your thighs and then she’s sitting on your lap, her breasts right in your face.

“Don’t be shy” Wanda says against your lips, taking you by the wrists and placing your hands on her ass. There’s more whistles and you’re vaguely aware that Wanda’s grinding her ass against your front, her hands over her head as she dances to the music.

“Alright” Fanny says, applauding as the music fades. “They put on quite a show”

You practically take a shot from the waitress that’s walking by, trying to calm your racing heart while everyone claps for Maria and Wanda.

“That was so awesome” Kate says, but you’re only aware of Wanda close behind you.

Stopping suddenly, you turn to look at her and she’s pleased at noticing your blown pupils and heaving chest.

“Bathroom or car. Choose”

“Car. I’ll just go to the bathroom first”

“Fine” you nod, turning to Darcy. “Give me the car keys”

“No, it’s a rental and you’re gonna destroy one of the seats or some weird shit”

“Lewis, keys. Now!”

“Keep it in your pants, god damn it!” she curses, running around the bar.

“Why are you so fast when your legs are so short?” you complain. You’re about to catch her when your attention shifts to Wanda, who is trying to walk past a man.

“How much do you charge for a dance?”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, come on, it didn’t look like it was your first”

“Darcy, change of plans! Bar fight” you walk towards your girlfriend.

Wanda relaxes when she sees you approaching, thinking you’ll tell the man to fuck off and get her out of there.

Instead, you grab him by the shoulders and when he turns around, your fist flies to his nose.

Darcy pulls out a whistle from heaven knows where.

“Bridal shower girlies, out the door, now, now! You too, Wanda”

Everyone’s sneaking out before the fight can escalate, but the man catches you off guard, hitting your face and splitting your lip.

“You never hit a woman, you coward!” Fanny says, throwing a chair his way. “Get him out of here”

Taking advantage of the commotion, you escape, practically jumping on the minivan. Darcy starts the engine even before you close the door, everyone shrieking and panicking as she swirves on the road, clearly too drunk to drive.

“We’re going to die!” Kamala cries in the backseat. “I don’t wanna die!”

“Lewis, pull over! I’m driving!” you say, hitting your head against the window when she takes a sharp turn.

“How do you stop this thing?” Darcy says, forgetting how to use the brakes.

It takes a couple of tries, but then she’s parking by the sidewalk, knocking a trash can.

You sigh, going out to take her place while she crawls over the passenger seat. Kamala asks you to wait a second and the minute she’s out, you hear her throw up.

“Well, at least it didn’t happen inside the car” Darcy smiles, giving you a thumbs up.

—

The cool air clears your head.

“Sorry” Wanda says, holding your chin as she cleans your bloody lip. “That was very hot, though”

“Mhm. Right back at you with that little dance. Should I set up a pole in your studio?”

“Stop” she laughs, inspecting her work. “Ok, you’re good”

You turn to look at the rest of the group. The girls are showing Carol the videos they took while Maria and Darcy get some ice cream.

You figured the pier was the safest spot to unwind and sober up before heading back home.

“Here ya go” Darcy hands you an ice cream cone.

“Thanks, pal. It was a great party”

“Better than senior year spring break?”

“Ha! Not that good, Lewis”

“What happened in that party?” Wanda asks.

“Nothing” Darcy and you say at the same time.

“God damn it, is Kamala going in the water?” Darcy says, standing up to go check on them.

You both laugh, shaking your heads at the way the night ended.

“For our wedding maybe we should skip this whole bachelorette party thing” you say without thinking.

“If… that’s what you want” Wanda says, speechless at how casual you’re being.

To be fair, you just took painkillers even if you had a couple of drinks. That and the little fight have left you a bit distracted. You honestly don’t even notice you’re talking about a potential wedding.

Then, Kamala and Kate are both in the water, swearing they saw a mermaid and a coast guard is approaching, telling them it is forbidden to swim.

“Ah, jeez. Everyone, get in the car, now!”

For the second time that evening, you have to flee to avoid the consequences of your stupid actions, but everyone’s laughing as you start the minivan.

It’s not so bad after all.

—

The evening’s going great. Your lip isn’t hurting that much, Wanda seems to be enjoying her food and she also looks absolutely stunning.

Yet, you can’t help but feel nervous about what you have to tell her.

Wanda mistakes your anxiety with nerves, and for a bigger part of the night she expects you to get down in one knee and ask her to marry you.

But she knows that’s such a generic way to do it and you would absolutely do something different and unique.

“Are you feeling ok? Still a little hungover from yesterday?” she asks when you’re walking down the pier, her hand holding on to your arm as you look out the bay.

“No, it’s not that” you reassure her, stopping and turning to look at her. “I have to tell you something”

Wanda’s heart beats faster. Your demeanor isn’t making her feel very confident right now, as you avoid her eyes.

“Hey, look at me” Wanda reaches forward,squeezing your hand. “It’s ok”

“Right. Remember Val? From Boston”

“I’m not… maybe. Why? What’s the matter?”

Wanda’s mind is racing with a million possibilities. Were you and Val involved? Did you feel guilty for keeping it from Wanda?

“Well, she works for Doctors without borders. And though that requires leaving for a very long period of time, she was able to connect me with an NGO that is looking for doctors that want to work in several countries. One of them being Sokovia”

“Ok? So are you going?” Wanda tries to understand what you’re saying.

“I want to… I want us to go together” you reach for her waist, pulling her closer and leaning your forehead against hers. “They liked my experience so I can go only for the summer. I’d help one of their hospitals to develop an ER protocol, make things better”

“And the kids?”

“Like I said, I choose when to go. It could be during summer break. We’ll go together. I really want to know where you came from, your home… but I get it if you don’t want to go back”

“I just… I never thought you’d want to go” she says, trying to wrap her head around what you just said.

“Of course I do. Plus you told me about that book you want to write, it could be a good time to do research. Right?”

“Right” Wanda smiles, relieved that this is what you wanted to talk about. She can’t help but laugh when she realises you also didn’t propose.

“You ok? Was this too much?”

“No, it’s not that. I was just… worried it might be something bad. But it’s not, detka. You just took me by surprise and I want to think about this. It’s not easy going back after everything that happened”

“Of course, I know. I’m sorry”

“Don’t be” she leans to kiss you softly. “Now, let’s go home before mom gets mad at us”

“Yeah, we had enough with yesterday’s scolding. She’s so scary” you shudder, making Wanda laugh.

Ekaterina didn’t have a lot of nice things to say when you sneaked back into the house after the bachelorette party, giggling like a couple of teenagers.

She was also very much not impressed by your split lip and bruised knuckles.

When you go back home, the kids are already asleep but Ekaterina is still in the dining room table, playing a game on her phone.

“No trouble this time?” she says, looking at you sternly.

“No, Ma’am. We had dinner and a nice walk, didn’t we, love?” you say, turning to Wanda for backup. She nods, and you kiss her temple. “I’m going upstairs, gotta get ready for work tomorrow”

“Good night” Ekaterina says, Wanda promising to be right there.

“Want me to walk you out?” she asks her mother, and Ekaterina stays silent for a moment longer, looking at her daughter.

“You seem disappointed” she says instead of answering the question.

“Mama. I’m tired” Wanda sighs, walking to the kitchen to make some tea.

“Let me. And tell me what’s wrong” her mother takes over as she usually does.

Wanda sits at the kitchen counter, trying to gather her thoughts.

“A small part of me thought she was proposing tonight. And then we got to talking and it’s a whole different thing”

“Children?” Ekaterina asks and Wanda shakes her head no. “Then?”

“She wants to go to Sokovia for the summer. There’s a hospital looking for help and... well, she seems really excited fot all of us to go, like it’s a vacation”

“That’s nice of her. Wanting to help, I mean. Truthfully, I’ve been to the hospital in the city and it could use some work”

“Why have you been there? Are you sick?” Wanda snaps, suddenly scared that her mother is keeping something from her.

“No, malyshka. Relax. Now tell me. You don’t want to go?”

“I’m scared that the happy memories I have are just my mind romanticizing the past. Like I just remember things being good because it’s been so long and it’s easier to forget the bad stuff”

“I see. Well, I was there. I saw you grow up, laugh in the snow, learn how to ride a bike down the hills of our street… I promise you, all the happiness you felt will be there. It’s your home, Wanda. Sometimes embracing the past can heal us”

“So, you think I should go?” Wanda says, sipping from her cup of tea.

“I think you shouldn’t let fear decide what you want. Now, as for the other thing. The proposal” she clarifies when Wanda tilts her head, confused. “Does she have to be the one that proposes?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why don’t you do it? Seeing as you can’t wait to be engaged”

“No, I… if she hasn’t asked it means she’s not ready. I don’t want to pressure her”

“Or, she could be scared because last time she was ready and then you two broke up. Think about it”

Wanda stays silent for a moment. It was her who ended things between you, the one who refused to talk it out. Of course you’d want to be sure, or at the very least take some time before the next step.

It was always you who took a leap of faith. Maybe it was time Wanda did the same.

“I don’t even have a ring”

Ekaterina smiles, holding her daughter’s hands between her own.

“You know… your father and I always said that whoever found the right person first would get my engagament ring. And it seems like you beat your brother to it”

“You love that ring”

“I love that your father gave it to me. And that it’s part of our story. It will be part of yours now too”

Ekaterina takes Wanda’s palm and places the ring there.

“Love like that is hard to find”

"Thank you, Mama" Wanda says against her temple, hugging her mother.

"Don't take too long. I want more grandchildren"

[emotionally-cuckolded]

"It seems he really needs me to be with him -- and needs to have a lot of sex with me -- to help him through this lonely holiday period, hun. Which does make sense, don't you think? And after all the rejection he felt when his wife left him, I have promised him that he won't have to use protection and that this will be my fertile time. It really would be a huge boost to his self-esteem and feelings of masculinity if he were to get me pregnant -- so I've also promised him that even if I'm not pregnant after the holidays that I'll make you use protection after that but will keep having unprotected sex with him -- at least until he's successful at impregnating me. You do understand, don't you hun?"

The idea of having to go through the holiday period alone, while your wife is with your best friend, having lots of sex and actively trying to get pregnant with him, doesn't thrill you, but it would seem mean and thoughtless to object, so begrudgingly you agree that she is doing the best, and kindest, and sweetest, thing by spending the next two weeks with him.

"Just give me a few minutes to pack what I need, and then you can drive me over to his place" your wife then said. It was then that you realized that because she would be with him on Xmas, you would have to give her your present now. It would not be a surprise -- because every year you gave her the same thing -- some very sexy lingerie, which she would wear for you on Xmas night. But this year was going to be different, and you started to think that maybe you should hold off on giving her the gift until after she came back home a few days after New Years. As you were thinking that, your wife emerged from the bedroom, saw you with the gift in your hand, and laughingly said:

"Oh sweetie. I suddenly realized you would have to give me your gift now -- and you realized the same thing!". With a smile you handed it to her and she quickly unwrapped it, then held up the sexy red bra and panty set you had purchased for her. "Oh WOW" she said. "It is SO SEXY. He's going to LOVE IT when I wear it for him on Christmas night. And in fact, I think I'll tell him that you bought it as a gift for both me and for him! I think he'll like the idea that you wanted to do whatever you could to help me be as sexy as possible for him."

Your wife then smiled at you, and said: "Sweetie -- uh -- this is a little awkward, but anyway -- While I'm with him for the next two weeks or so, I'm sure he will want to take me out on some really nice dates, but the thing is, I know that because of the cost of his divorce he is pretty much broke right now -- so -- I was thinking that it would be really nice of you if, when you drop me off there today, you could kind of quietly (so as not to make him feel embarrassed) hand him one of your credit cards to use when he takes me out. OK? You will! Wonderful. You really are being so understanding about this."

She then continued: "And yes, of course sweetie, you also realize that for the big New Years Eve party that our friends always have, that he and I will go to that as a couple, so you probably shouldn't show up this year. I wouldn't want him to think that I wouldn't want our friends to see me with him or even for him to think that I would rather go to the party with you than with him. That might hurt his feelings, so the plan is for me to be there with him and to be affectionate with him in front of all our friends. That should really make him feel good about himself I think."

And with that, you took your wife's suitcase to the car and drove her to your best friend's house. When you arrived you walked up to the door with your wife -- carrying her suitcase, and when your friend opened the door, you simply handed him the suitcase, wished him happy holidays, and then stepped back as your wife walked in and received a hug and kiss from your friend, who then, with his arm around your wife's shoulders, waved goodbye to you and shut the door -- leaving you to return home alone while you knew they were headed to the bedroom.

[silent-stories]

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 - 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader

Series summary: When Noah was left alone to take care of his daughter about two years ago, he never thought he would find someone else he would trust enough to include in his little family. But things can change.

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"Okay, recap moment," you began, sitting at a table in the café with Rick, Folio, and Grace, the sun beginning to set outside and filling the room with hues of red and orange.

"Ever since Jason came back to town, he’s wanted to win you back," Rick explained again after taking a slow sip from his coffee, his voice tinged with guilt. "And he asked for my help, because apparently I’m his only friend."

"So, the psycho has been trying to get your attention all this time," Folio interjected, "and when Noah left for a couple of days, he thought it was the perfect opportunity to do something that would drive a wedge between you two."

"So, he had you leave him," you pointed to Rick, "in front of Noah’s house after he got drunk, knowing that the next morning, Noah would find him there and think I'd cheated on him."

Rick lowered his eyes, unable to meet your gaze. "Yeah... that was exactly what he was hoping for. He knew Noah would be hurt, and he knew that would push him away from you."

"Noah didn’t want to listen to what you had to say because he thought what happened with Hannah was about to happen again. And now, he feels awful because he thinks it's his fault—like he can’t keep someone who loves him around," Folio continued.

"And you feel guilty because if you had realized Jason’s intentions sooner, maybe you could have stopped this from happening," Rick added, concluding the chain of events.

"Wow," Grace remarked. "I still have so many questions."

"Yeah, me too," Rick agreed. "Like, why are you even still here? You had nothing to do with any of this."

"Hey! I work here too, okay?" Grace shot back. "I have every right to stay as long as I want."

“So,” you turned to Folio, disregarding the bickering between the punk guy and your friend, or whoever Grace was to you, “what do you think I should do?”

"Go to him," Folio urged. "Talk things through. Please. I can’t keep watching him like this. I don’t think he’s showered in two weeks."

Grace wrinkled her nose.

"I'm sorry," Rick apologized. "If I hadn’t helped Jason, maybe none of this would have happened."

"Well, that’s how things played out," you replied. "And there’s no turning back."

"But things can still be fixed if you both put aside your fears and have a real conversation," Grace encouraged.

Folio leaned back in his chair, his gaze softening. "Exactly. It might not be easy, but if you want to fix things, this is where it starts."

"I’m not sure he wants to talk to me," you said, your voice uncertain as you stared down at the table, trying to sort through your swirling thoughts.

Grace looked at you, her expression a mix of frustration and concern. "Oh, please!" she exclaimed, leaning forward onto the table. "We know he loves you, and you love him. And it’s so obvious you both are suffering now! If you go to him and tell him everything was part of Jason’s plan, and that his weird friend here explained how things really went down, he’ll listen. I promise you!"

Rick shook his head, smirking but with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Hey, weird friend to who, Barbie with black hair?"

Grace just rolled her eyes.

Folio sighed, but his voice grew more serious. "Look, trust me. Go to him, tomorrow. It’s been two weeks, and he’s starting to realize he let you go just because he was too scared. You can’t just sit around waiting for him to make the first move because he won't. He's in a depressive mood right now."

A silence fell for a moment as you thought about their words. Folio's eyes were sincere, and for a brief second, it felt like there was still a chance to fix things. You took a deep breath, the weight of the decision settling over you.

Finally, you nodded. "Okay," you said softly, "I’ll do it."

After Grace and Folio left, you and Rick stood outside the café, the cool evening air pressing against you as the sunset faded into the night. The streets were quieter now, the hum of the city barely reaching you.

Rick shifted uncomfortably, his hands in his pockets as he avoided your gaze. "I… I’m sorry," he said finally, his voice low. "I know you probably hate me right now for helping Jason, for being his friend. I know what I did was wrong. But he was the only friend I ever had, you know? And I just... I always did what he asked, because I didn’t want to lose him. I thought if I kept helping him, I’d prove I was a good friend. But looking at it now, I see I was just blinded by that need to belong. I'm so fucking stupid."

You were silent for a moment, taking in what he said. It didn’t make you angry. Instead, a sense of understanding washed over you. You shook your head gently. "I’m not mad at you, Rick," you said softly. "I don’t think you’re a bad person. You just... you need better friends. Friends who aren’t going to pull you into things like this. Friends who won’t take advantage of your loyalty."

Rick’s shoulders slumped as if a weight had been lifted, but there was still a trace of guilt on his face. "I don’t deserve your forgiveness," he muttered.

"You don’t have to deserve it," you replied with a small smile. "People make mistakes. What matters is what we do after." You paused for a moment, thinking carefully about the next words you wanted to say. "You can come see me, us, at the café anytime. If you ever need to talk, or just... hang out. I'm sure Noah would like you too, you know? You punched Jason, after all."

He looked up at you, his eyes slightly wide, as if your words were a relief he hadn’t expected. "Thanks. Really. I know I messed up, but I’m done following Jason. I’ve made my choice."

You nodded. "I’m glad to hear that."

Rick smiled, though it was a little uncertain at first. "I’ll come by sometime."

As you both turned to leave, you gave Rick one last look. "Thanks again, Rick. Take care."

And with that, you parted ways, but not with the same weight on your shoulders you had carried earlier. Things could get better—for both of you.

Noah sat on the couch, his legs stretched out in front of him, trying his best to smile as he tickled Luna, her giggles filling the air. It was a soft sound, the kind of laughter that once brought him a sense of peace, but now it felt like a distant memory.

He tried to focus on her, on her innocent joy, but the weight of everything pressing on him still felt unbearable. He could hardly summon the energy to keep up with her playful energy.

"Daddy! Knights don’t tickle princesses!” she said, holding up a finger as if to emphasize her point as she laughed.

"Oh really? So why am I doing that now?"

"Because you are a bad knight, daddy!"

Noah let go and finally dropped his hands to his sides, letting the kid breathe.

Luna, her tiny hands gripping his arm as she attempted to climb onto his lap, paused for a moment and looked at him with her big, innocent eyes. She tilted her head to one side, sensing that something was off. "Daddy," she said in her small, soft voice, "will Y/N come today?"

The question hit Noah like a punch to the stomach. He froze for a second, trying to think, his chest tightening as his mind raced for an answer. How could he explain this to her? How could he possibly tell his three-year-old daughter that the woman who had been a constant presence in their lives, the woman he had loved, was gone and might never return?

He forced a smile as he moved some strands of hair from her little chubby face, but it felt hollow. "No, sweetie," he said softly, trying to keep the sadness from his voice. "Y/N won't be coming here for a while."

Luna’s face fell for a moment, and Noah’s heart twisted at the sight. She didn’t understand, not fully. But she could already feel the absence. She blinked and then asked, her voice so innocent and hopeful, "Oh, is she on vacation?"

Noah nodded slowly, trying to hold it together. He swallowed hard, not knowing what else to say. "Yeah," he replied quietly. "She’s on vacation."

Luna seemed to accept that answer, her small face brightening again, and Noah couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. Was he lying to her? He didn’t know. But he couldn’t tell her the truth. Not yet. Not when he was still trying to figure it all out himself.

“Oh,” Luna said, her voice soft and wistful. “I wish I could go with her. I want to see the mountains with Y/N.”

Noah’s heart broke a little more as she spoke, the simple, innocent wish from his daughter ringing in his ears.

He looked down at her, her eyes filled with that pure, untainted hope, and he could feel the weight of the world on his shoulders. He wished things were different, wished he could turn back time and make the mess he had created disappear. But all he could do now was nod, his voice filled with emotion as he replied, “Yeah… me too.”

His gaze fell on the beaded bracelet on his wrist, the bracelet Luna had made with you. She seemed so happy when she gave it to him, saying that you and she had one similar too that Noah couldn't say no. He wondered where you put yours. If it was lying forgotten at the bottom of a trash can or if he was on your wrist too and if you were thinking about him like he was thinking about you looking at it.

The pink was an extreme contrast to his tattoos in a way that made him smile and made his skin burn at the same time.

Luna didn’t seem to sense the weight of his words. Instead, she smiled brightly, her small hands gripping his shirt as she pulled herself closer to him. “Maybe when Y/N comes back, we can all go to the mountains together, Daddy. And see bears.”

Noah’s throat tightened, and he could barely choke out a laugh. "Maybe," he said quietly, his voice breaking just a little. “Maybe we can.”

That late evening, you were at home, the wind outside picking up, howling against the windows.

But then, through the noise, you heard something else—faint, almost drowned out by the gusts of wind. It was a soft whimpering sound. You froze, wondering if you’d imagined it. Another sound followed, louder this time, and it was unmistakable.

You quickly made your way to the door, heart racing. Was someone out there? You opened the door cautiously. The wind whipped around you, but you could make out something small huddling near the porch steps.

A tiny, scruffy ball of fur, sat there looking up at you. You bent down, your breath catching in your throat. A small puppy—probably only a few months old—was staring up at you with big, wide eyes, the color of dark amber. The fur on its body was matted and dirty, but you could tell that, despite its appearance, it wasn’t in horrible condition. It was skinny, too, ribs showing a bit too much through its dirty fur but it didn’t seem too malnourished.

You crouched down, reaching out cautiously, speaking in a soft voice, “Hey there, little one… where did you come from?” The puppy didn’t flinch, but tilted its head at you, studying you curiously, its little tail flicking.

“Do you have a home?” you asked again, more gently this time, hoping it could understand. It just stared at you, unblinking, before it started to shuffle forward, its paws making soft noises on the porch.

“Well, I guess you don’t have a place to go, do you?” you sighed, your heart already melting at the sight of the poor thing. The puppy continued its advance, slowly squeezing between your legs and making its way into the house. You blinked, surprised, but then a soft laugh escaped you.

“Okay, I guess you've already decided where you're going to stay,” you said with a smile, closing the door behind you. You watched the little creature wander inside.

You paused for a moment, your mind spinning with what to do next. You glanced around the small space, eyes landing on the kitchen. Your fridge. Maybe there was something you could feed it.

Opening the fridge, you found some leftover chicken, cooked and ready to go. Without hesitation, you grabbed it, placing it down on a plate for the pup. You watched as the little dog immediately pounced on the food, devouring it in a matter of seconds, the sound of its chewing filling in the silence of the house.

As the dog finished, you crouched down beside it, rubbing its back, and you finally understood the puppy was a male. “What now, little one? You just going to stay here with me?” you asked, your voice soft.

The dog responded with a loud, excited bark, his tail wagging furiously as he jumped up in front of you, as if to say “Yes, please!”

You chuckled lightly. “Guess that’s a yes,” you smiled, patting the puppy’s head.

“Alright then, you can stay with me for now.”

Without thinking twice, you picked the little thing up, holding him carefully in your arms as you carried him toward the bathroom.

You turned on the tap, filling the bathtub with warm water, and carefully set the puppy down.

You took your time, softly scrubbing the dirt out of his brown and black fur.

Just as you were finishing up, the puppy suddenly shook his body, spraying water everywhere. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, the tiny creature soaking your clothes and the bathroom floor, but you didn’t mind. The laugh felt good, like a release, like a bit of normalcy in the chaos that had surrounded you lately.

“You really know how to make a mess, huh?” you said, wiping your face with the back of your hand as the dog looked up at you, his fur dripping wet and his expression utterly adorable.

After a few more moments, you helped the puppy out of the tub and wrapped it in a towel, rubbing it gently to dry it off. He seemed to enjoy the attention, snuggling into the towel as if it had finally found a safe place. You sat on the floor with him for some moments.

Then, you looked down at the tiny creature, now dry and warm, curled up on the towel beside you, his little eyes closing in contentment. “You're a good boy,” you said softly, smiling as the puppy let out a quiet yawn.

That night, he whined until you picked him up and let him sleep in the bed with you, his body pressed close to yours, keeping you almost as warm as Noah's had.

The next morning, before going to the café, you left enough food and water around for the dog before heading out, promising to think of a suitable name for him.

When you were at work, it had started raining, and when you stepped out of the coffee shop during the afternoon, it hadn't stopped yet.

The cold rain immediately soaked through your clothes as you reached your car.

The city streets were slick with water, and the dull hum of distant thunder echoed in the sky, but you barely noticed. Your mind was consumed with the need to reach Noah. You had to. You had already waited too much.

You got in, slammed the door, and turned the key. Nothing. You tried again. And again. The engine sputtered but refused to start, the engine light flashing mockingly at you in the dark interior. Your heart sank. You cursed under your breath and tried once more, but the car just refused to cooperate. It was as if the universe itself had decided that this was not the night for you to see Noah, that fate was conspiring against you, and all the progress you'd just made would come crashing down.

"This is ridiculous," you muttered, staring helplessly at the wheel. Frustration surged inside you, and you felt a lump rise in your throat. The rain was pouring harder now, and everything felt like it was falling apart.

But then, in that moment of frustration, something shifted inside you. You wiped your damp face with the back of your hand and exhaled, steadying yourself. This wasn’t the end, not yet. You weren’t going to give up this easily.

Noah was waiting for you. Even if maybe he didn’t know that. You couldn’t afford to let something as trivial as a car breaking down stop you.

"Fine," you whispered to yourself, the determination in your voice solidifying. "I’ll walk."

Without another thought, you opened the door, slammed it shut, and stepped back out into the pouring rain. The streets blurred with each step you took, your soaked clothes clinging to you as you began your journey toward Noah, your mind set on one thing: You needed to see him.

The rain was hitting the ground in heavy, unrelenting sheets, turning the streets into rivers when you reached Noah's house. The sound of it pounded against your ears, drowning out everything else. You stood there, drenched to the bone, the cold water soaking through your coat and clothes, your hair was wet, dripping down and sending a chill through your neck, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except getting to Noah.

Nothing mattered except Noah.

The cold air pressed against your skin, your heart pounded in your chest, thoughts spinning.

You reached the front door, the familiar house looming before you, but it wasn’t the same. It didn’t feel like home anymore. Not when everything had been shattered, and the quiet that hung between you two was almost suffocating.

Finally, you pressed the doorbell, the sound of it echoing louder in the still night than you had anticipated. The seconds felt like hours, and then, the door creaked open.

There he was, standing in the doorway, but he wasn’t the same Noah. His eyes were tired, bloodshot from lack of sleep, and his face was drawn. The person you had known—the one who laughed with you late at night, the one who made you feel safe—felt distant now, a ghost of the man you had loved.

He looked at you, and for a moment, there was nothing but silence as the rain kept pouring all around you. He didn’t say a word. Didn’t even move. You couldn't read him, it was like he was trying to keep you at arm’s length, afraid that if you got too close, you might shatter him further.

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words felt like they were stuck in your throat. What could you even say? How could you explain what had happened, explain how everything had fallen apart because of one man's manipulation? You knew this was your fault, too.

“Noah,” you said, voice shaky as you finally met his gaze. “I... I need to talk to you. Please.”

His expression remained overall hard, a wall that you couldn’t break through, not yet. He looked down for a moment, his jaw tightening, as if he was fighting the urge to turn away from you.

But when he looked at you, his eyes were soft, as if despite everything he couldn't look at you with anger.

"What?" he muttered, his voice strained, as if a single word was causing him physical pain.

You took a deep breath.

"Ever since Jason came back to town, I—I didn’t see it. I didn’t want to see it. I thought that chapter was closed, that he was a thing of the past, that I was done with him. And I was. Because I love you and I'll always love you and only you. But he wasn’t done with me. I should’ve known. And I... I was too fucking stupid to realize he never wanted to let me go. Not really. He wanted to win me back, to tear us apart, and I was blind to it."

He just stared at you, so you kept talking. Seeing him like that was absolutely breaking you.

"He asked Rick for help, a friend of his that understood he was doing something wrong and talked to me. And Rick, he... he just wanted to be a good friend. He didn’t understand. But Jason—he used Rick, manipulated him, got him to leave him drunk in front of your house, knowing that I would let him in because I am too fucking srupid and too fucking nice. He knew that you’d think I cheated on you. Knowing that you’d be hurt, that you'd doubt me, that it would rip us apart. He had everything planned. And I—I let it happen. I didn’t even see it coming. I didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late, until I saw the way you looked at me like I let you down like your ex. And I've never wanted that.

And now... now I’m standing here, soaked to the skin because I always forget to bring an umbrella with me and because I care about you, trying to find the right words, but there’s no easy way to explain this. No way to take back the pain I caused you. No way to undo what Jason did. But I need you to know this... I love you. More than anything. More than I ever thought I could love someone.

And I’m so fucking sorry for the mess I’ve made and for letting Jason ruin everything. I’m so sorry I didn’t see what Jason was doing. I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner that I was losing you, that I was pushing you away when all I’ve ever wanted is to be with you.

I love you more than I ever knew how to say. I love you more than anything. And I need you to know that, to believe that, because it’s the truth. You’re the only thing that matters to me and I miss you. And I miss Luna. And I miss the family we built. The three of us. And if you can find it in your heart to forgive me... I swear, I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right. But please, Noah, don’t let me lose you. Not like this. Not because of an asshole who thought he had power on someone else's love."

After you finished confessing, Noah looked at you with a mix of confusion and concern for a moment, his brow furrowing as his gaze flickered over your drenched form. "Why are you completely soaked?"

You couldn't help but smile softly, a little amusement tugging at the corner of your lips, despite the moment. "My car wouldn’t start," you replied, trying to sound lighthearted, almost as if it was a silly inconvenience. "So I walked."

Before you could say anything more, Noah’s expression softened even more, and without another word, he stepped forward in the rain. His lips found yours with a sudden intensity, and it was like everything else melted away. You smiled against his mouth, the taste of him so sweet, so right, that it felt like you could stay in this moment forever.

You had longed for the sensation of his lips on yours, the warmth of his tongue dancing with yours, and the comfort of his arms wrapped around you for days.

His hair clung to his forehead as the rain soaked him through, and without thinking, you reached up to brush it aside, your fingers grazing the damp strands as you continued to kiss him, your hearts racing in sync. It was perfect. It was real. The kiss lingered, deepening, as if neither of you wanted it to end, until the air between you both ran out and you both pulled back, gasping for breath.

Noah’s hands were still on your hips, pushing you close to him.

His voice was low and vulnerable as he whispered against your lips, "I’ve dreamed of this moment for fifteen nights. I thought you hated me..I'm sorry I told you to leave. I was scared to lose you and so fucking jealous. I've never wanted you to leave. I love you.

I loved you from the first moment I walked into the café with Luna barely able to speak, when she raised her little hand to say hi. She didn't do it with anyone. But she did it with you. Maybe she also understood at that moment that you were going to be the most important person in both our lives."

You couldn’t help but smile, the warmth flooding back into your chest at the sound of his words. "I’ve walked in the rain for forty minutes for you," you murmured, your voice soft but full of certainty. "I’d say I don’t hate you at all."

He chuckled, the sound of it wrapping around you like a warm blanket. God, you'd missed that sound so bad. "I’d say I don’t hate you at all either," he replied, a grin tugging at his lips, and then he kissed you again, softer this time, as if savoring every second, every drop of rain falling around you both.

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Secret Underneath Part 9 (Steddie X Plus Size Y/N)

A/N: This was inspired by hectic day at work I had on Wednesday and this is what I needed so I wrote it into existence.

Enjoy!

Warnings: Older (Mid thirties) Sugar Daddies Steve and Eddie/ Young (Early to mid 20s) Baby Fem Plus Size Reader, SMUT, reader is punished for her spicy attitude, spanking, light slapping, light hair pulling, overstimulation, use of toys, cock warming, very very light degrading (brat, dumb little brain), aftercare of course, FLUFF, they all love each other

ANGST! Y/N comes home from a bad day with an attitude, boys put her in her place (in the best possible way), mentions of some of the down fall of the their ex saying things in the tabloids as well as some mentions of consequences of being with the guys. Y/N briefly talks about her weight and how people gossip about why she's with them (They remind her she's perfect as is no matter what she looks like <3)

More than anything Y/N has some big feelings and just want to throw a tantrum knowing her boys can handle that.

Word Count: 3819

Series here/ Donate to Me

You growl as you enter their (now your) apartment and toss you things on the table as you stomp like a child to the refrigerator to grab a beer. 

Usually when the little girl came out, she just wanted her Daddies to take care of her but sometimes there were evenings like this. Evenings where she wanted to throw a tantrum till she was heard (and put in her place). 

You three had been back home for the past couple of weeks and things had been hectic to say the least. Steve had been losing clients and investments left and right while Eddie’s band was dealing with cancellations in regard to the things their ex kept saying in the tabloids. 

For them you did your best to keep things together and be there for them when they needed you but after today you couldn’t hold it in anymore. 

Neither man had yet to need to do that with you so you weren’t sure how they would react but in this moment with the headspace you were in, you didn’t care. 

“Hey, sweetheart. How was your day?”

“It was really fucking awful, Eddie. How was yours?”

At your tone, his head tilts as his eyes watch you fume to the couch and throw your body down. 

“Did you want to talk about it?”

“No! I just want everyone to leave me the fuck alone!”, you holler his way as you take a sip from your bottle and slam it loudly on the glass table in front of you.

“What’s going on out here? I’m trying to work and all I hear is shouting.”, Steve asks as he comes up beside his friend. 

“Ask Y/N how her day was. I dare you.”, the rockstar smirks as he gestures your way. 

Taking in your sour demeanor, the mogul takes a seat beside you.

“Did you have a rough day, honey?”

“Wow. I wonder gave that away.”, you sass under your breath. 

It’s incredibly heavy; the change in the air signaling that they are stepping into that dominate headspace you desperately needed. You love it so much especially when it seeps out of the two men you love. 

“We’re going to try this again. How was your day, Y/N?”

Your annoyed eyes meet his angry ones as your face changes and you display a big, obnoxiously wide smile. 

“Oh my God, Steven. I had the BEST day! People were soooooo nice and my boss is just a delight. I can’t wait to go back on Monday and do it all over again!”

As you speak, his own features never falter as his lips form into a thin line and his chest huffs at every sarcastic filled word. Eddie on the other hand was having the time of his life as he continued to stand behind the couch watching in amusement with a small smile that told you things were about to get interesting.  

You and Steve stare each other down for what feels like an eternity before he blinks and rises to his feet. 

“Get up.”

“No.”

He didn’t even hesitate as he bent down and grabbed your throat between his thick fingers. 

“I said…get…up.”

Swallowing down the moan that wanted to break free at his tone, you ran through every possibility in your mind of how this could go. You could say no again and see what they do. You were already going to be punished so what would it hurt to rile him up more. You could listen and follow him but where was the fun in that? You weren’t sure how far you wanted, no NEEDED, them to go so you could feel better but—

A light but firm slap to your cheek brought all your thoughts to a halt and for that you were grateful.

“If I have to say it again, you won’t like the outcome.”

“I’m sorry.”, you murmur as your eyes fall. 

“You’re sorry what?”

I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“This is the one and only time I’m reminding you of that. You don’t answer correctly there will be consequences. Am I being clear?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

His amber eyes scan you over before gesturing with his head towards the bedroom and this time you follow without complaint. 

“Take off your clothes and then sit.”, he commands as he points to the bed. 

As you do what you’re told, you watch Eddie disappear into the closet while Steve goes to his desk to close his laptop that he had been working on. 

“Told you I had handcuffs.”, the rockstar grinned. “Turn around.”

Was he in the right headspace? With him, you could never tell in the sense of he could still be is goofy self while being in dominate mode. It’s one of the many things you love about him. Maybe you could push back a little and see—

A hard tug of your hair had your wide eyes staring up at him as he continued to smirk down at you. 

“I may be nicer than he is but that doesn’t mean I’m a push over.” 

Your eyelids flutter slightly at the gruffness behind his words. God you need them both to toss you around this room and fuck you senseless—

“Jesus, you really are testing the brat limit aren’t you, little girl?”, he growled as he yanked on your hair again. “This is going to be a long evening if you don’t start listening. Now…turn around.”

You do as he says and as he clicks the metal around your wrists, Eddie leans over your shoulder to whisper in your ear. 

“How is that? Not too tight?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Good.”, he grins before delivering a hard slap to your ass. “Now kneel.”

Holding your bicep, he helped guide you on to your knees in front of Steve who was sitting in his desk chair leaning to the side on his fist with that annoyed look still plastered on his face. 

God, he looked incredibly sexy in his button up shirt he had rolled up to his elbows with the slacks and expensive shoes that catered to his long legs as they stretched—

Another hash spank to your behind brought you back as you realized Eddie had squat down beside you on his heels. Shifting your gaze, the rockstar had placed one of the many toys you three had in front of you. 

Glancing back to face him, you licked your lips at his strong clenched jaw and the way his tattoos looked against his bare chest—

“Nope. Come back, little girl.”, he scolded as fingers roughly pinched your cheeks. “You wanted to act like a brat so we’re going to treat you like one. Pay attention because I’m only explaining it once. The rules are actually pretty simple but with the way your dumb little brain is having trouble staying focused…”, he laughed mockingly making your jaw tighten in his grasp.

“Control the fucking attitude, Y/N. Do you hear me?”, he growled as the man pressed his forehead to yours. “I said do you hear me?”

“Yes. Daddy.”, you answer through clenched teeth. 

Another light smack to the face had you reeling as your brain became fuzzy in the best way possible. Licking his own lips, his hand turned you to face him again. 

“Do you hear me?”

“Yes, Daddy.” This time your response isn’t filled with aggravation but desperation as you try to tilt your lips towards his before he pulls away leaving you wanting. 

“Ride.”, Eddie orders as his eyes gesture towards the dildo in front of you. “Don’t stop until we tell you to.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

As he leans back against Steve’s desk beside his friend, you lower yourself on to the toy with a moan and begin to bounce on your knees. 

“Keep your eyes forward, Y/N.”, the mogul commands. “Why are you being punished?”

“This—mmm—doesn’t feel like a punishment.”

The rockstar chuckles as he glances up towards the mogul who tilts forward, placing his elbows on his knees. 

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. Keep going, honey. Make yourself cum.”

After what felt like an eternity, sore knees, and a few orgasms later, you felt your resolve begin falter. 

“No one told you to stop, Y/N.”, Eddie scolded as you lazily bounced upward. 

“My…legs…”

“Should have thought about that before you started being disrespectful.”, Steve replied calmly. “Color?”

“Green…Daddy…”

“Geez, Ed, look at her. Still so fucking defiant. We can do this all night if you want, baby. Since you’re having such a good time.”

Your body froze and you couldn’t help but softly cry as you tried to will it to keep going. 

“I-I’m…I can’t…”

Crawling to your side, ringed fingers lightly pushed you sideways and you groaned as you tipped over on to the floor. You hiss as Eddie removes the toy from between your legs and lifts you up to place you on the bed with your head hanging just so over the side. 

Pulling down his sweats, you couldn’t help but sigh as his hard, leaking cock was freed from its confinement. He was insanely turned on after watching you which had a sense of pride flowing through your body.

“Don’t get too confident, little girl. The punishment isn’t over.”, he chided as he leaned over you to slap your cunt with his palm. 

As he crawled to position himself between your legs, Steve slid over in his chair towards your head and lifted it up with his massive palm. 

You pushed back against him while mewling loudly as Eddie guided himself inside you. 

“Fuck me, she’s so fucking tight.”, he groaned as his fingers dug into your thighs. “Stop it.”, he scolded when you tried to roll your hips.

“I thought you couldn’t move anymore?”, Steve mused in a sarcastic tone. “I mean that’s absolutely fine, honey. We got you.”

The sound of vibration filled the room and you squealed when the man inside you pressed the wand to your clit. 

“You had the best fucking day ever, right? That’s what you said? What a way to end it huh?!”

Your eyes fluttered and your fingers dug into the comforter underneath you as you came hard around Eddie’s cock making his face twitch as his mouth fell open slightly. 

“P-Please, Daddy…move…”

“I think I’m—fuck—alright where I am. Just warming my dick in this quivering pussy.”

You whine like a child, even kicking your feet for added measure before you’re spanked a few times in quick succession and your legs fall against the bed.

The rockstar is ruthless with the wand in his hand as he presses it roughly against your nub and shakes it forcing a couple more orgasms out of you without once thrusting his hips.

That’s all you could think about as you began to sob; how badly you wanted them to fuck, hold, and praise you. How much you needed to hear their comforting tones again.

How much you loved them and appreciated everything they did for you. 

The vibration stopped and you sigh pleasantly as both of Steve’s hands clung to either side of your head as his breath warmed your ear. 

“Why are you being punished?”

“B-B-Because I was being a brat and—and disrespecting you both.”, you cried.

“Do you think Daddy deserved that?”

“No…no, sir. I’m so sorry.”

“And what are we going to do the next time we have big girl feelings like you did today?”, Eddie asked as he placed his own palms against the mattress, hovering above you.

“T-Talk to you, Daddy. I’m sorry. I-I-I got so overwhelmed and—”

“Shhhhh, sweetheart. Don’t think about that right now. All I want you to do is focus on my cock and how good it feels. That’s all I’m focusing on so I don’t cum yet.”, he whispers as his forehead rests on yours. “Your pussy is so wet, Daddy can slide deeper into you. Can you feel me, baby? Can you feel Daddy?”

At his words, he slowly pumps his hips eliciting a moan from your lips that has him smiling down at your beautiful face. 

“Yeah, you do, baby girl.”

His mouth descends on yours for a quick kiss before pushing up onto his knees and lifting your leg over one of his shoulders. Gripping your thighs tightly, he pounds into you at a blistering speed as the obscene echo of your slick fills the room. 

Eddie’s grunts drive you crazy and you would give anything to be able to touch him. 

“Come on, Y/N. Cum again for me.”, he pants knowing he won’t last much longer. 

As your back arches, he fucks you through you bliss and as your legs tremble, Eddie slams his release hard into your cunt as you whine at the force.

“Fuck.”, the rockstar grumbled as he allowed your pussy to milk him before rolling out of the way as his friend grabs your arms and manhandles you till your straddling his waist. 

His amber irises remain locked on yours as he unbuckles his belt and you lift yourself so he can push his pants with his boxers down his thighs. Taking ahold of his shaft, you gradually guided yourself down on to him with the two of you mewling at the stretch. 

“You got this, honey. Just grind your waist—shit—just like that. Go at your own pace.”

“My…pussy is so…tight, Daddy.”

Pushing up on to his palms, he tenderly kisses your cheek.

“Color, baby?”

“G-Green. I don’t…know how much…more I can take.”

“You’re doing so good, baby girl. Daddy is so proud of you. Can you give me one more? Just one more, pretty girl.”

Nodding your head, you bounced your hips as hard as you could relishing in the sounds of his heavy breathes as they fanned your face. Cupping your cheeks in his hands, he fell back on the bed bringing you with him as he kissed your lips. 

“I’m gonna fuck you, Y/N. Can your little pussy handle it?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy, f-fuck, please.”

Behind you, you feel his legs move and you can’t help but giggle when his pants get caught on his ankle. Softly grinning, he wraps one arm around your back to keep you balanced as he reaches down to kick them off the rest of the way. 

Planting his feet into the mattress, Steve thrusts up into you aggressively, hitting that overstimulated spongey spot inside of you as he clung to your body and held you against his chest. 

You didn’t hold back as the coil in your belly snapped and a loud scream erupted from your chest. At the sensation, the mogul’s hips sputter as he coats your walls with his spend. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Good…good girl, baby.”, he cooed as he pet your head but when he realized your tears weren’t stopping, he and Eddie locked eyes, silently having a conversation as they kicked into the other side of their dominate mode. “It’s ok, honey. You’re ok and your safe. I’m going to uncuff you, alright?”

As soon as you nod, Steve blindly reaches behind you till he hears a low click but when he tries to bring your arms forward you don’t move. 

“Baby girl, I need to look you over to make sure you’re ok. Can you sit up for me?” His heart breaks when you shake your head as you continue to quietly cry. “It’s ok. We’re right here, Y/N.”

“Sweetheart, can you drink this for me please?”

Again, you shake your head.

“I’ll make you a deal. You drink some of this water and let us do some aftercare and when we’re done we’ll order pizza from that place you like, have a beer, and listen to music.”, Eddie soothes, tenderly smiling when you finally lean back to meet his gaze. “There she is…so beautiful…”

Taking the bottle from his hands, you sip some of the liquid and he praises you as he takes it back to place it on the bedside table. Noticing you wince at your sore muscles, the rockstar promptly lifts you into his arms and carries you into the bathroom where he places you into the bath he had already made. 

After gesturing towards your wrists, you show them to him and he makes note of the slight indents in your skin as he rubs them gently with his thumb. 

“Do you think you’ll need some ice?” His eyes scan you over cautiously when your head shakes once more. “Baby, I know sometimes when you get into this headspace it takes you some time to come back but can you tell me one thing? This isn’t our fault is it? We didn’t push you too hard or too rough?”

Hearing the pain in his voice, you reach for his hand and thread your fingers between his. 

“No, Daddy. I needed this.”

“Ok.”, he murmurs. “Be prepared though, Harrington is going to do that panicky thing where he talks in run on sentences without taking a breath because he wants to see you smile.”

As if on cue, Steve rounds the corner in his boxers, still wearing the button up he had before with his phone in his hand. 

“Ok, I ordered the pizza so it should be here in about twenty minutes and I also added some more of that beer you like to it just in case. If you don’t want that, baby, we have wine that Eddie brought home the other day. I got the living room ready with some blankets and pillows but there’s no rush…”

The mogul’s voice trails off when he hears your laugh as his friend flashes him a big, toothy smile. 

“What?”

“No, nothing, man. You’re just doing that thing again.”

“I don’t think I’m going overboard here. She had a bad day!”

“Mhmm.”, Eddie teased as he helped you to your feet and guided you to the bed. “There you go, sweetheart, lift your foot for me.”

Once you were in some comfy clothes, they brought you to living room where Steve had indeed set up pillows and cushions from the couch into a little area with blankets in front of the glass to the back patio so you could see the snow that had begun to fall. 

“I’m sorry.”

“For what, honey?”

“I…I just need to…I don’t know…throw a tantrum…I guess.”

Grinning your way, Eddie reached out to push some lose hair behind your ear. 

“We understand, princess. We really do.”

“We didn’t go too far, right?”

“No, Steve, you didn’t go to far. It was everything I needed in the moment. Thank you.” As your voice cracked, both men scooted closer to you to comfort you. “I didn’t…go too far…right?”

“No, baby. You were perfect as always.”

“It didn’t occur to me till…till I came down from my high…that…that...” Tears began to fall again as you stuttered over your words. 

“Hey, take your time, Y/N. You can tell us anything.”, Steve cooed in his Daddy tone that made you feel safe. 

“When I was being a brat…We’ve never really talked about…Did I remind you of her?”

“Of who, sweetheart?”, Eddie asked genuinely confused. 

“Gina.”

“Oh, baby—”

“I know she was always bratty and a bitch, screaming at you and being rude…hurting you. You both have been going through so much lately because of her and it kills me. The last thing I want to do it trigger something or—”

A ringed finger over your lips silenced you while you were rambling. 

“You’re doing that thing Steve does.”, the rockstar smiles as his friend narrows his eyes his way. “No, Y/N. You didn’t remind us of her. What you did when you came home isn’t even close to how she was. Like you said, you threw a tantrum. She used to be vindictive. I don’t even know how to explain it.”

“You don’t have to.”, you whimper as you reach up to caress his cheek.

“Is that why you were upset? Because of what we’ve been going through?”, Steve asked.

“It’s part of it…”

“What’s the other part?”

“I haven’t told you this but…people whisper about me at work. They don’t understand why I’m still a teacher if I’m with men who have money.”, you roll your eyes. “Those whispers bother me the most because it just shows how people would use you.”

“What about the other whispers, honey?” When you jaw clenches and you turn away, the mogul lightly grabs your chin and brings you back around to face him. “Are they about Gina?”

“No…not exactly…they are similar to things she’s said. That there has to be some motive for you being with a girl like me because…”

“Because you’re full figured?”

“Because I’m fat and poor, Eddie.”, you snap. “Let’s not fucking sugarcoat it.”

“Look at me, Y/N.”, he growls in deep voice you had never heard from him before. “Don’t ever let me hear you talk about yourself like that again. You say that like those are flaws. Yeah you don’t make a ton of money but you’re doing something you love and are really fucking good at. Are you a bigger girl? Yeah but that doesn’t change how goddamn beautiful you are and how kind your sarcastic fucking heart is.”

As you laugh through your tears, they smile as Steve reaches out with to catch them with his thumb. 

“My final straw was when my boss called me into his office ‘to talk’. I was so terrified that I was going to be fired even though he said my relationship was fine but then he asked if Steve would be willing to invest money into the school so we can get new shit we don’t need and it just…” When you growl in frustration both men can’t help but chuckle as the rockstar leans forward to kiss your temple. 

“It still amazes me sometimes that a woman like you exists, Y/N.”, the mogul tenderly smiles as he tilts down to kiss your lips. “You are a rarity, baby. We’ve gotten used to people like your boss but you’ve never been like that. You have no idea how much that means to us. Add in your beauty and that kind, sarcastic fucking heart.”

The three of you giggle as Eddie sticks out his tongue and winks. 

“I’m so sorry you’re going through that, honey. Do you want us to talk to your boss?”

“No, Steve. I can handle it. Today was just…”

“A lot. Yeah, we get that. Things are, um, probably about to get heavier, sweetheart, since we have mediation soon with our lawyers and the Siren.”

That makes you cackle so hard that you fall into the rockstar’s chest as he presses your beaming face into him and kisses your forehead. 

“You two can throw tantrums to…if you need to…”

As the doorbell rings, they smile at you as Steve gets up to answer the door.

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For your mating press march: Adeptus Custodes. That’s basically it. Let me be sandwiched and devoted to; make little children of gold. Please?

I imagine this must be ordained by the emperor.

Warnings: Arranged marriage (of a sort), Three way, making out, ball play, you get stuffed like a twinkie.

Word count: 3512

The custodes were only taken from the best houses of the best families on Terra. It had always been that way. They were expected to produce a child as a tithe and most families were glad to give a son or daughter even as soon as the day of birth. But it wasn't always feasible. Even the emperor knew this and thus had alternative options in place for such an event. That should a noble house die out, or be unable to give to the tithe, the still living sons or daughters of these houses that had joined the custodes would carry on the family line.

At least that was the explanation given to your mother and father as a ship arrived that day, unexpectedly and without any prior warning. They had a list of all the young noble women who could possibly handle the task of continuing the lines of not one, but two noble houses. Most women had been exempt on grounds of marriage or infertility or some other health related concern.

That left few to be considered, you were to be taken to the palace of Terra and endure the tests they had to run. Your parents didn't explain much when you returned home. Just telling you to be ready to leave. Not married and having no known prior health concerns you were taken that day with only enough time to gather a small handful of belongings.

It was a terrible shock but the crew sent to gather you, didn't seem to care. In their minds you should have been on your hands and knees, thanking them for giving you this honor.

After a long day of travel you were tired, you missed home and you just wanted to rest but as soon as the ship landed you were crammed into another transport that drove for several minutes before stopping again to deposit you into a facility where you were taken again with little explanation. The tests took hours and were beyond invasive. In all it left you very drained. But you kept your head up, you would not let these people see you bested.

After the tests they brought you into a smaller room. This one was much more comfortable. With a plate of finger foods to help stave off the gnawing in your belly.

A man in robes came in. He was full of augmetics and he had a data slate that he was reading from.

"Your tests have come back with sufficient perimeters. Word has been sent to your family. You are the only successful candidate. Which entails that you will stay here in the palace as such time as you have provided a suitable number of heirs." He spoke in a flat and monotone voice before leaving. "Sufficient? Heirs, plural? What does that mean?"

The door shut with a heavy thump and you were left alone again. What was happening?

An hour passed and the door slid open. A young woman in a serf's uniform came in with a big smile. It seemed forced. "Wow, you are a pretty one, and so lucky! Oh, where are my manners, my name is Jun, I'll be helping you get ready miss. There's a lot to do." Jun led you out and you pressed her for further details. "Where are we?" "Why, miss the holy palace of course." You left the smaller hall where the room had been and found yourself in a grander one. With ceilings so high you could have comfortably fit your whole house in there.

"I-I don't understand. Why am I here?" Jun looked back at you with wide eyes. "Was my lady not informed?" She pressed you more quickly into a hot steamy room, a bath, you quickly realized.

"No, my parents were talking to these people when I got home and then, I was just packed up and shipped off. I have no idea why I'm here."

Jun shook her head as she began to pull layers of clothes from you. "I'm to get you ready for the custodial guards ma'am." "The custodial guard!? But I'm not a warrior." You balked as she helped you step into the bath, giggling at your comment. "No, my lady you are for them. They require more, you are here to help two of the guardians produce heirs." The realization hit you like a warhammer. "I'm to be breeding stock?" "Why do you seem so down ma'am? It is a great honor. And you alone seemed to have met their impossibly high standards." No wonder your parents had shipped you off so quickly. If they hadn't they might have brought down the ire of the god emperor's guardians on them.

You allowed Jun to wash your body and hair, all the while she chirped about how beautiful you were and how lucky and what an honor you'd had bestowed upon you.

When she was done, she dried you off, and a few more women came in to help massage oils into your skin and comb and dry your hair, they had come with clothes of such elegant creation that it had made even your high end designs look like a ganger's rags.

You'd never looked more radiant. Your skin practically glowed and the women all gushed and pampered you. "To think, this will be your life from now on." The sentence didn't fully sink in. But you could surely get used to this. As a woman who looked a lot like Jun began to cut and shape your nails you felt your body relax. Hey, if it meant having some sex every once in a while you could do it if it entailed being treated like royalty.

At last you were ready, the women who had helped prep you brought you to another waiting room, leaving you with well wishes. A door on the other side of the room opened, a towering figure, clad in all gold stood a spear in one hand as the other raised to beckon you. You obeyed immediately, without much thought that you had done it.

"Are you the one I am to.." "No, they are waiting for you." The voice replied, from behind the grill of the helm it was hard to discern who or even what gender they are.

The walk was long and done silently the rest of the way. You had never seen such opulence. The building was like one giant art piece.

You saw more golden giants as you went. They did not move from their stations or even turn their heads. But you could tell that they followed you with their eyes. You weren't sure how.

The custodian sent to gather you stopped and you did as well. They gestured to the doors before you. They were tall and more broad.

"Well, um, thank you. Have a nice day." You mumbled a bit awkwardly to the custodian, who didn't respond and turned to leave.

The doors were unlocked as you pushed your way in. The room looked like the kind you'd seen before at your parent's fancy parties. The kind you usually didn't go into when not in use. With comfortable lounging furniture. A table of wines and refreshments was on the far wall. The only difference was the large bed that you could have laid across several times over. And of course the two towering men stood by the long table of food as you entered. They were handsome, beyond any man you'd ever met. Their faces were angular and symmetrical, one had long blond hair tied up into a bun and the other was black haired but both had similarly grey eyes. They more than met what you expected. In fact they far exceeded anything you could have dreamed of.

"You must be our bride then?" The dark haired custodian spoke. His voice had a rich quality to it, deep and velvety. But what he said had taken you by surprise. "Bride?" You asked.

"You are the woman who was brought to aid in maintaining our houses, are you not?" The blond asked, his voice wasn't as deep but it had warmth to it that his companion's did not.

"That is me, yes. I'm sorry you just referred to me as your bride so I was a bit confused."

"Well then I shall keep this simple for you." The dark haired custodian began. "You are the only candidate to make it here. The others were not up to the standards we require of all women or men who come to us for this express purpose. You have been informed of your duties I have no doubt. But there is more to it than just simple sex and reproduction. An heir cannot come from a broken home. So in accordance with the agreements set forth by the emperor and houses of old, all noble women who are brought to bear the children of a custodes must be wed to them legally."

Your head swam with the information. This was a lot more involved than you thought. "But there's only one of me. Who am I supposed to marry?"

The blond custodes stepped forward, having poured a glass of wine. He sat you on a lounger and gave you the glass. "That is what we will find out soon enough."

"I see. May I ask, what are your names?"

The dark haired custodian spoke first. "I am Zalkiel Tamit and this is Veran Tarcherus."

"It's very nice to meet you both." You smiled and gave them your name, even more nervous than you had been before.

They nodded. "Well met. You have nothing to fear from us, we are on orders not to hurt or kill you unless you attempt to harm us or attempt to escape."

"Oh! Well I wasn't planning on either of those things." You took a sip of the wine, it was sweet and you focused on the flavor instead of the nervousness you felt. "And when will we learn which of you I am to marry?" You asked quietly. "Whenever you are ready." Varen announced, he seemed surprisingly eager.

"Oh well, why wait then?" You finished your wine and set the glass on the small table next to the lounger. "Very well." Zalkiel nodded and began to pull the robes from his body, Varen did as well. You watched as their bodies, muscle bound and gargantuan were unveiled and your cheeks turned nearly as red as the wine as that included their manhood. Wow, they were tremendously nice to look at. And the thought of running your tongue over their bodies crossed your mind rather suddenly.

"Why are you still dressed?" Varen asked, as if he was genuinely perplexed. "Please inform me again how it is I will decide who I am to marry?" Zalkiel saw where your confusion stemmed from and he nodded. "We will both bed you. When you fall pregnant the one who has sired your child will be your husband." You gulped. Well there was no backing out of it. "I see. Well then." You stood and pulled the ties of your dress. It fell from you in a waterfall of fabric as you stepped out bare. Varen made a small noise of appreciation and stepped forward. His hands grasping your shoulders as he knelt down, his lips met yours and you were shocked that his first move was to kiss you, it was such a gentle and sweet gesture. You returned the kiss.

His hands traversed down your sides, more searching than anything else as if he was looking for something. Eventually he pulled away, seemingly satisfied.

Zalkiel's hands trailed up your back and you jumped, you hadn't even noticed that he'd moved. He scooped a hand down behind your knees and the other behind your shoulders. He lifted up and carried you to the bed.

Varen followed close behind. Zalkiel sat on the edge. Holding you tight against his chest as he angled you to face Varen. He took a knee again, but this time he wasn't looking for your mouth. He lowered his head down between your thighs and pressed his mouth softly to your lower lips. He kissed them softly, drawing a quiet moan from you. "She is quite reactive isn't she?" Zalkiel hummed. "My lips barely touched her." "Good, it means the fertility boosters have taken effect." "I'm sorry, the what?" You asked as Varen went back in for a proper taste. As he did Zalkiel tilted your face back to look up at him, his lips captured yours, tongue pressing in quite insistently as he began to make out with you. His calloused fingers brushed over your nipples making you hum into the kiss.

Varen had dug in, his mouth fully covering your soft mound, his tongue lapping up everything your body offered him. He could taste how fertile you were. Good timing, he thought to himself satisfied. He looked up to see his oldest friend had claimed your mouth. Zalkiel was like a brother to him. If there was anyone he'd trust to share a wife with it would be him. If all went well, their efforts combined with that of their master of genetics you could end up belonging to them both.

Varen felt the exact moment your body began to cum and he pulled away. You whined into Zalkiel's mouth, but he did not let your mouth go. Wanting to keep your mouth for himself for the moment. Varen grinned as he lined his cock up with your entrance. Despite being absorbed in the kiss you glanced at the blond custodes from the corner of your eye. His cock was nothing to sneeze at and you prepared for the burning you knew would come any moment now. But it never did, even as he pushed in, there was heat and immediate pleasure. You cried out against Zalkiel's lips. His arms barred around you and he laid back, Varen took your thighs in hand and began to thrust. You broke the kiss, mush to Zalkiel's displeasure and he expressed it by taking your shoulder into his mouth, he nipped hard enough to hurt but not enough to break the skin. Careful that he should not do any permanent damage. He pressed his face into your neck and growled. Varen was getting all of your attention now as he fucked you, all of your sweet noises were for him. Veran noticed the sour look on his friend's face and chuckled. He patted the dark haired custodian's arm twice and he let go of your body. Varen pulled out again right as you had been about to cum and you nearly swore at the giant for doing it. You didn't have time however as Varen flipped you like a pancake, putting you chest to chest with the scowling Zalkiel. Pushing back in Varen forced you forwards, Zalkiel took the opportunity to hold your chin again and bring you back into a smothering kiss. His mouth worked with yours as you took it from the behind from another custodes. His own cock had stirred from your ass pushing into it but no he had nothing to grind against. He however knew he could be patient. He would get his turn.

You however had noticed the stiff member between his legs and reached down for it. Zalkiel stiffened as he felt you grab it. Almost pulling your hand away, but he relaxed as the hand began to stroke. It wasn't nearly enough but Zalkiel liked the touches nonetheless. "She seems to like your mouth Zalkiel." Varen noted. Zalkiel hummed in response and opened his eyes to meet Varen's gaze. "What have you in mind?" He inquired, pulling away from the kiss just long enough to ask before returning his mouth to yours.

Varen motioned for him to move up the bed. Zalkiel didn't want to stop kissing you, but he humored Varen. He hauled himself up until you were between his legs. "Right there." Varen told him. He listened. "Now, why don't you have this good girl here put that mouth of hers to work elsewhere." You followed the line of logic, even if it felt like your brain had been being stirred up at the same time as your pussy. Taking hold of the cock in front of you, you kissed to tip, smearing his precum over your lips. Zalkiel watched as you licked it off, and his cock twitched in your hand at the sight. kissing his cock again, you pressed a line of them down the length, stopping only when you got to his balls. They were huge, at least from what minimal experience you had and you cupped one in your hand, one alone was enough to fill your palm. Furthermore it was heavy, very heavy. you kissed it and Zalkiel was left biting back a soft cry. He liked the way your mouth felt and in such a sensitive area, it was new to him. You kissed them again, taking both into your hands and giving them a gentle squeeze. His cock twitched and a fresh bead of precum gleamed at his tip. Giving them one last kiss, you begin to kiss your way back up, leaving a trail as you kiss and licks up the underside of his cock. Zalkiel reclined more, until you got to his tip, your lips sealed around it and you sucked, his hips jumped, forcing more of him into your mouth. You had an idea through the haze of sexual pleasure that Varen was bestowing upon you and gave his balls another squeeze. You were rewarded with a fresh slick of salty pre and you happily licked him clean, repeating the process several times. Zalkiel didn't know his mind was capable of feeling this fogged. And from the look he saw on Varen's face he knew he was experiencing the same thing.

Zalkiel could only imagine that if your mouth felt this good your pussy would be something else entirely.

Varen was finding it hard not to watch what you were doing to his best friend. Watching you work his cock he knew he needed to get some of that for himself. You leaned over you and began to drive his hips harder and his cock deeper. You seemed to loose all higher thought process as he fucked you through your first proper orgasm, then another as he growled down at you, pumping a fat load into your cervix and likely your womb.

He dismounted once he was done, allowing Valkiel to tug you up onto his lap. His cock was no less impressive and you gotta feel it first hand inside you. Zalkiel had been holding back the need to cum down your throat, even if he was tempted to he knew the most sperm would be in this first load and he needed to ensure he got as much into you as possible.

Varen settled next to the other custodes and watched him happily use your cunt to satisfy his needs. His hands had encircled your waist and you simply held on as he lifted your hips for you, and drew you back down. He grinned and gently touched your chin, when you looked over to the blond he captured your lips, kissing you deeply. You moaned and returned the kiss feverishly. As expected Zalkiel growled and pulled you away. He rolled your smaller frame under his so he fuck you and keep have more of your kisses as he plowed you into the sheets. Zalkiel hadn't known how long he would last but he felt like a man starved of something vital as his orgasm began to build again deep in his stomach. He wrapped his arms under you and held you to his chest.

He came with a groan, filling you up all the way. You laid under him, entirely stuffed and sleepy. Zalkiel rolled you onto your side and pulled you into his chest. Varen had gone and returned quickly. In his hand a plug to hold in the cum. Zalkiel helped lift your thigh and Varen slipped it in before pulling a blanket up over the three of you and settling in. You were fast asleep. "What do you think?" Zalkiel asked. "I like her, I did not think I would feel anything but a sense of obligation during this. But I believe I could be truly fond of this small woman." He brushed a bit of hair out of her face and Zalkiel nodded. "I am glad she passed inspections." He pressed a kiss to your temple and smiled. "As am I. We should let her sleep as long as her body needs." Zalkiel watched your peaceful expression with growing fondness. "Indeed, even if I am now eager," Agreed Varen, "we will get to know our wife over breakfast tomorrow."

You slept soundly as they kept watch, which was good, you would end up needing your energy for your new husbands in the morning.

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𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 (PART TWO)

❝𝐵𝐸𝐴𝐶𝐻 𝐺𝐸𝑇-𝐴𝑊𝐴𝑌❞

admirer!bakugo x clueless!reader

confession time @ ze shore

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my quirk summoned a form of blood and it got rid of his palm on my mouth. "sorry, i'm just excited 'cause this is your first crush. everybody knows that a guy like you's probably busy with school and hero stuff. buttt please tell me who she is. please, please, please, please with a cherry bomb on top."

bakugo turned to look at the dark sea. i thought he was considering it but it was the opposite, "no," he languidly refused. "why? is it somebody i know, kacchan?"

"no," the blonde repeated, leaning back to his arms on the sand. blue strands of his veins stretched all around his amusing and somewhat muscular arms, he wore a black t-shirt with his go-to sweatpants, and his hair was messed up, probably because of his constant shifting in bed, that's how he was in a chair whenever we watched a movie at a classmate's dorm.

overall, katsuki's HOT, i won't deny that, neither do the girls. damn bastard's blessed in all ways, now i get why he's so cocky.

his reply had my mind questioning and i had to speak up, "no like i don't know this girl or no, you don't wanna tell me?" i swore katsuki's grimson eyes glowed when he shifted to look at me just to say, "no."

"oh my gos- tell me, pleaseeeeeee. i am dying to know, i might not live if you won't tell me," i stated dramatically, shaking him. he broke a smile, "i'll stop by your funeral, don't worry."

"give me a hint, just a hint and i won't freak out," i promised, knowing damn well i'd shatter it, and stop shaking him. "fine, she's from our clas-"

you shrieked again, "HAH, I KNEW IT!"

"I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T FREAK OUT, WEIRDO!"

"THAT WAS BEFORE I KNEW SHE WAS FROM OUR CLASS, DUMB ASS!"

bakugo rolled his eyes, muttering something inaudible. before i would ask for another hint, he gave one more, "her quirk's powerful but she doesn't know how to control it well."

powerful yet undereducated about her quirk, who could that be? to me, every girl in our class is strong. maybe it's because i don't know my quirk well or that i'm easily impressed, but they all seem strong with their quirks. (yes, y/n called herself out and she didn't notice)

"who's that..?"

"IT'S A GODDAMN HINT, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO PUT THE PIECES TOGETHER. ARE YOU STUPI-"

"I'M SORRY THAT YOU GIVE OUT HORRIBLE HINTS, HOW AM I GONNA KNOW!?"

"IT'S A- y'know what, i'm done. it's late. i'm sorry," he apologized. bakugo apologized for a light argument. a lot of firsts today, wow. i'm super proud of him, i taught him well.

he got up and walked back. i was left alone, sitting in the white sands. i should stay here for a while, it's peaceful. then i did, an hour passed by and my phone buzzed. i hope it's katsuki.

"Y/N, THIS IS SO YOUR TYPE!!" mina sent a tiktok video of a guy's thrist trap, he is but i'm interested in somebody— the only problem is that i don't know who.

wait, what. why did i say katsuki? why did i hope that it was him who messaged me? i think it's him that i'm interested in, but i shouldn't be because he likes somebody.

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the next morning i woke up to was horrible, the girls went out to the breakfast area since there was only thirty minutes left on free unlimited waffles and cakes, my phone shut down, and i couldn't find a charger. i rushed out in my pink silk pajamas, panting as i arrived. looking around, the class sat on a long table, one seat wasn't filled and no katsuki.

"hi Y/N!" ochaco greeted, izuku sat next to her and gave a wave. i waved back of course, i'm a sweet person after all. "sit on bakugo's chair. the guy walked out after picking out some waffles and told us to not touch it, but you can have it," denki explained. i wondered why he didn't eat. eh, i'm starving.

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throughout the whole day, i haven't seen katsuki. eijiro claimed that he's just in their cabin, sleeping all day. i understood, he needed his sleep after staying up to three AM.

"anybody got a chargerr?" i whined, laying on my bed. how is it so lame, i survived years without a phone but now i can't go a day without it.

kyoka held up her charger in the air as she was busy typing on her phone. my quirk summoned a form of blood and captured it. i love my quirk so much, it does things whenever i don't wanna do things.

relief washed over me as my phone opened. at one percent and charging, i signed in the wifi password and got in. multiple notifications came at once, but two caught my attention.

message 12 hours ago

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

normally i dont apologize after arguing w u, but sorry

message 11 hours ago

𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

you're the one i like

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✎ : hehe hope ure happy. im sorry for the grammar😭😭 its late and a school night so i wanna do it before i forget the ideaa. anyways, ts kinda rushed but i know part 3😼😼

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