#push HER down or pull her down and then flip them so she'd be straddling faith. and faith is GONE

[camellcat]

people acting like faith would dom buffy. lmao. lmfao even. if buffy said down! faith would trip over herself in her haste to listen. what are we doing here y'all

[xoluvx]

#3 “this billie” smut

This Billie just dyed her hair red. She also hadn’t expected you to react the way you did. She hadn’t told you. She’d just said she had a surprise when she got home. You hadn’t suspected a thing. So imagine your surprise when she walked through the door fresh red roots, cheeky smile. And imagine your delight when you realized you loved it.

You found yourself running your fingers through her silky strands at random times in the day. Standing between her legs, fingers twirling her hair. Flipping it to the side revealing the vibrant hue before pushing it behind her ears revealing her bright eyes.

She’d smirked and crinkled her nose. Teasing you with her pouty lips.

One time when you were out doing who knows what, she’d sent you a thread of photos. Fresh out the shower, droplets of water coating her skin, hair tied up. Her mouthwatering neck on display and those fucking red roots that just drove you absolutely crazy.

"Billie," you called out entering the house, the door shutting closed louder than you'd anticipated. Dropping your bag on the floor, you searched for your girlfriend. If she wasn't in the living room, there was only one other place she could be right now-

"Fuck me," you breathed clinging to the door knob after opening the door. She was laying down on the bed. Hair still in a bun. Phone in her hands. Naked.

She bit her lip at your reaction, eyes still focused on her phone. You were going to walk towards her when you felt your phone vibrate in the pocket of your jeans. You retrieved it with confusion as she put her phone down.

Your mouth hung open. The photo left you speechless. High angle, bright red roots, lips pouting, eyelids hooded, tits and skin and belly button and tattoos. Your grip on the phone grew tighter unable to peel your eyes from the photo even though the real thing was just a few feet away.

"Do you like it?" Billie asked rolling to the side holding her head in her hand as she propped her arm up, curves creating a silhouette of mountains on the bed. You bit your lip putting the phone back in your pocket before undoing the buttons of your jeans slipping out of them. Billie smirked watching you undress. Clothes scattered on the floor as you reached the bed.

Her body sunk in the mattress and she squealed when you leaned down cupping her face capturing her lips in a fiery embrace. She moaned when your thumb pressed into her neck and your teeth pulled on her bottom lip.

She maneuvered her body, getting on her knees. You were knees to knees, chest to chest, hands roaming each others bodies as you kissed hungrily.

Then you pulled away and she whined furrowing her brows in confusion. You tugged at her hair tie freeing the hair, causing it to cascade down her shoulders. You ran your hands through her strands shaking it out, finger twirling a piece before cupping her neck and kissing her again. Desperate and wet. Tongues fighting for dominance. Bodies scooting closer and closer until you were practically straddling each other, breasts pressed together.

You towered over her forcing her to lean back, neck extending to keep your lips connected. You pulled at the back of her head, hair tangled in your fingers. She moaned and bucked her hips wanting to feel more than just a kiss. More than just a touch to the back of her neck.

Pushing her back on the bed, she adjusted her body so she was flat on her back, hair fanned out on the mattress. She watched you through hooded eyelids and sore lips, red like the color of her hair. You hovered over her, hand brushing between her legs. Finger sliding between her folds. Lips parting at her wetness.

"I don't know who's more excited right now, you or me," you teased and her face remained the same. There was your answer. She was. She'd been waiting. She knew what she'd done. She knew she'd drive you crazy with those photos. She'd successfully seduced you, but she hadn't anticipated this so quick. Fuck, maybe you were just as excited as her.

She whined when your finger slid inside her pussy. Just one. So painfully slow. So profound. She'd cum on that one finger. If you'd let her, but of course you weren't.

Maybe two, she thought tossing her head back when you inserted another this time moving a little faster, curling upward feeling her spongy ceiling causing her to moan loudly and desperately.

She held your arms as you established a steady pace. Fingers moving in and out, curling every few seconds. You watched her squirm under your grip, not even reaching full capacity yet. She was trembling, toes curling. Head turning to the side, eyes squeezed shut, face resting on her hair.

Three fingers. Fuck, she was wrapping around you so strongly. Clenching your fingers with her pussy as she arched her back pulling herself closer and closer to your digits as they moved so meticulously in her pussy. They brought her closer and closer to her orgasm. She could see it behind her lids. Taste it on her tongue. Feel it in her toes.

It was red hot like her hair. Burning in her soul.

"I'm gonna cum," she chanted, repeating the phrase over and over as you fucked her harder and harder.

"F-fuck," she moaned erotically when you rubbed her clit with your thumb. She was done. She was on fire. She was burning at the stake. She was helpless. There was no going back, no holding on.

You watched with satisfaction as she convulsed on your hand. Thighs closing. Bottom lip bruised. Eyes watering.

"Don't move," she breathed when she felt you stir. She held your wrist looking down at you with spent eyes. Her hair a tangled mess. Yet, she was still the most precious thing you'd ever seen.

Your heart caught on fire. She was beautiful and perfect and yours. All yours.

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masterlist thank you bb @mseilishmwah for suggesting this billie

[wileys-russo]

Alanna kennedy "did you just call her babe?" Café

secrets out II a.kennedy

you woke to the sound of your alarm, blinking tiredly and reaching out blindly for your phone. smacking around on the nightstand for a moment you eventually found it, tapping stop and exhaling deeply.

you draped an arm over your face with a wince as there was a gust of wind through the open window causing the blinds to swing and a ray of sunshine to hit you right in the face.

blinking a few more times and rubbing at your eyes you let out a large yawn as the body in bed beside you shifted, a long tanned and tattooed arm stretching over your stomach where your shirt had ridden up.

you glanced beside you with a smile seeing the blondes eyes closed as her nose twitched every now and then, lips parted ever so slightly as she breathed steadily in and out, not even stirring at the sound of the alarm to your amusement.

pushing the duvet off you a little with a stretch your fingers absentmindedly traced the little pieces of art sporadically scattered across the defenders arm. you could tell she had started to awaken as her grip tightened and you continued your tracing.

you knew she was properly awake as her arm accidentally moved upwards, her knuckles grazing your naked chest as you shook your head.

"good morning alanna." you spoke with a knowing smile as the taller girl rolled over a little more hiding her face in the pillow as you knew her own lips would be curled into a smile of their own.

"lani!" you laughed as her hand moved now definitely on purpose, slipping even further up your shirt and squeezing your left boob.

"mm i'm still sleeping, this is shaping up to a fantastic dream." the defender sighed rolling onto her side again and keeping her eyes closed but sure enough there was a smirk on her lips as she repeated her previous action and you pushed her away.

"very charming kennedy." you pushed at her shoulder as she cracked one eye open, arm wrapping around your waist again and pulling you into her, embracing you properly as your nose tucked into her collarbone and you placed a gentle kiss to the warm skin.

"good morning." the girl mumbled and you laughed as her hands moved again, this time to squeeze teasingly at your ass as you pushed away from her.

"you're insatiable its eight am." you tutted, sitting up and running a hand through your hair pushing it to one side of your head. "yeah and? perfect time for a morning quickie." the australian grinned now properly awake as she moved you on top of her.

"not when we've got plans at nine lans." you patted her chest with a condescending smile as her own grin was wiped off her face. "what! since when?" she propped herself up a little on her elbows with a frown.

"brunch and the sunday markets with the girls, and we need to drive separately so you have to take me home first." you reminded as the blonde let out a long and tired groan. "you did hear me say quickie right? emphasis on the quick." she tried again, tattooed hands sliding slowly up your thighs which straddled her hips.

"mm nothing quick about anything with you lani, your pace is terrible on and off the pitch." you smiled teasingly, grabbing her hands right before they could dip beneath the waistband of your underwear and pushing them away.

"excuse me!" the australian scoffed in offence and before you could blink she'd effortlessly flipped you so you were now pinned beneath her. "what i might lack in pace i make up for both in strength and stamina, you'd know that better than anyone babe." the blonde grinned wolfishly as her lips ghosted yours and you shook your head.

"i told ras to pick me up for breakfast, she'll be at mine in half an hour." your hand pressed against her chest as she chased your lips for a kiss, apologetic smile on your face as the blonde flopped down on top of you, face buried in your shoulder with a groan.

"well why would you do that!" she huffed rolling off of you and sitting back up with an annoyed glare. "because my post game plans didn't include waking up not in my own bed and we organised breakfast on friday!" you laughed in defence as alanna let out one final long and loud groan, throwing off the duvet and slipping out of bed.

"you and your little social battery are killing my sex life i hope you know that." alanna sighed dramatically with a shake of her head and a stretch. "oh sorry was the six orgasms last night not enough for you kennedy?" you raised your eyebrow in challenge as she padded back over toward you.

"only two of those were mine, pillow princess." the defender smirked teasingly, leaning over you to grab her phone and stealing a kiss as she did. "pillow princess!" you scoffed in disbelief as the australian shrugged.

'hey, i didn't say i was complaining about it babe."

~

"whats that on your neck?" hayley frowned as you slid into her car, trying not to let the shock register on your face and silently cursing a certain blonde defender you'd just kissed goodbye about ten minutes earlier.

"nothing, just a birth mark." you flipped your hair to the side she was inspecting as the older girl hummed, slight smile on her lips as she decided not to push too much and changing subjects as she pulled out of your driveway.

"of course she's late." alex sighed with a shake of your head as you, hayley, esme, chloe and ellie sat around waiting for alanna who was yet to arrive.

"i'll go order, no help all of us being grumpy and caffeine deprived." you smiled, the coffee dates all too regular among your group of friends as you knew their orders mostly off by heart.

"how is it you can't remember your shorts but you remember the entire teams coffee order?" ellie teased as you stood, shoving her head to the side as you passed her and headed for the counter.

the shorts issue in question was once again alanna's fault. waking up after one one of the first times you'd fallen into bed with her you both realised you'd overslept and were running late, hurrying to get dressed and look half presentable as you zipped off to training, separately of course as nobody but the two of you were aware of your arrangement.

not having planned anything out you had to steal clothes off the blonde aussie which given your glaring height difference was easier said than done, alanna's kit shorts more like jorts on you you'd had to abandon any at all and go with a pair of bike shorts instead.

whatever that arrangement was though both of you seemed to be too scared to ask. some days it was merely a text at three in the morning, manchester blurring past as one of you zoomed over to the other and you'd spend the night together but gone again by the time the sun rose.

other days you'd spend nearly every waking hour messaging back and forth, sneaking off for dinners together or catching a movie after training, dismissing invitations to hang out with your friends with half assed excuses.

"well well well, look who finally decided to show up!" chloe started a slow clap as alanna arrived, rolling her eyes and bowing sarcastically. you gestured to her coffee which sat beside yours as she took the empty seat on your left, smiling gratefully.

"thanks babe." she subtly squeezed your knee under the table but the nickname was not as easy to hide. "did she just call you babe?" ellie was right onto it with a raised eyebrow as alanna paused mid sip, eyes darting to yours apologetically at the slip up.

"yeah, so? she's an aussie they're far too friendly!" you joked to try and cover up but it didn't seem you were going to get off that easily. "mmm but i don't call you babe? am i not aussie enough for you?" hayley smiled smugly as alanna glared at her from the corner of her eye.

"you can call me babe if you like ras, didn't know you'd be so hurt!" you quipped back teasingly as alanna's hand again squeezed your knee but you knew this meant something different all together.

"right. so the matching hickies is just another friendly aussie tradition we've missed out on then?" alex smirked at you from the other end of the table as you winced.

"and the sharing clothes? lani i too would love to have a browse through your wardrobe if you're in such a generous giving mood." esme grinned tugging on the string of the hoodie you wore beneath your puffer vest which was in fact not yours.

"AK...hm those don't seem like your initials now do they?" ellie flipped your wrist over and traced the letters embroidered on the sleeve as alanna let out a deep sigh from beside you, both of you well and truly caught out.

"you will need to save all your questions for the incoming press conference after we've had a coffee and some food!" the australian warned sternly, but her arm wrapped around your shoulders protectively pulling you a little closer as whistles sounded around the table and your face blushed bright red.

"see i told you they were together, you owe me fifty bucks greenwood pay up!"

[onceinamil]

More & More (Part 1)

Pairing: Jihyo X Reader

Genre: SMUT, some fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Dom!Jihyo, Sub!Reader, MommyK!nk, Slight OralFixation, Slight Degradation & Praise, etc.

you never thought it could be possible. but there you were, wrapped in park jihyo's arms, laying on her bed. after nayeon told jihyo how you felt, you thought she would hate you, but you were wrong. in fact, while crying into her shoulder, she admitted her feelings for you too.

"are you feeling better?" jihyo asked, looking down at you as you laid across her lap. you simply nodded your head, absentmindedly lacing and unlacing your fingers with hers. "you're pretty when you cry, you know," she whispered, causing you to look up and meet her gaze. "how could she even say that when she's quite literally the most beautiful person i've ever met?" you thought to yourself. her raven hair strewn around her shoulders, her glowing skin, her lips- god, her lips. her big eyes stared deeply into yours, causing your face to heat up and break eye contact.

you make a "tsk" sound and continue fidgeting with her hand, still ashamed of the whole meltdown you had when she finally found out.

"cross my heart," she said, smiling. she grabbed your hand and brought it to her chest, where you can feel her heart pounding too. man, does this girl give you butterflies. without realizing, your eyes started wandering, moving from her hand down to her breasts, her cleavage showing beautifully in her new top. when you finally noticed you're practically drooling, you met her gaze again, hoping she didn't notice. it seems like something in her eyes has changed. you can't tell exactly what, but it's almost like they got darker. whatever it was, it made her look hot as fuck.

keeping her hand on yours, jihyo slowly moved your hand down one of her full tits. "you can play with them, babe. i know you want to".

"so we're at the babe stage already?" you ask, your hand cupping her breast.

"y/n. we've liked each other for years, i think we're both ready for it," she said, slowly taking off her shirt but still making sure your hands stay on her. "and fuck, your hands feel good".

all you needed to hear was that she wanted you. and now she'd get what she wants. you looked up at her and smirked, getting her attention.

you lightly squeezed her left tit, letting your thumb roll over her pink nipple, and jihyo's breath hitched. "fuck," she said breathlessly, "i've been dreaming about this for so long". you take her other tit in your mouth, drawing a loud groan from jihyo.

and then you're on her lap, her soft lips against yours. you kiss her greedily, grabbing the back of her neck and pushing yourself against her, your chest against hers, yet still not feeling close enough. she bit down on your bottom lip, causing your mouth to open and forced her tongue inside. it's sloppy, but it's sooo hot and it's jihyo so you won't stop.

her hands lightly graze across your stomach, slowly moving up your cropped shirt. you gasped, and jihyo pulled her head back, admiring the mess she's already made of you. strings of saliva were still connecting your lips and hers, and it turned you on even more. you began to reach for her again, but she shook her head. "what do you want baby?" she asked you, tilting her head. her cocky attitude drives you insane, and you pressed yourself closer to her.

"i n-need you, jihyo" you whispered quietly. suddenly, she flipped you over so that she was straddling you. she grabbed your chin and rubbed her thumb over your bottom lip, her eyes staring deep into yours.

"what did you call me, princess?" she said with a sultry look, pushing her thumb down on your lip and forcing your mouth open. "i don't think that's how you beg, do you?" she asked, her mouth painfully close to yours but still not touching.

"sorry-" you cut yourself off and swallowed hard. it's so hard to think when she's this close. "sorry, mommy..." you muttered, and it's almost as if you'd flipped a switch in jihyo. she pressed her lips against yours and pulled your shirt off of you, admiring your breasts. slowly, she started trailing kisses down your neck, sucking hard near your ear and your collarbone. you let out a whimper as she went down further, kissing across your chest and stomach. she reached the line of your skirt and looked up at you teasingly. smirking, she took off your skirt and panties, tossing them on the ground, then gently kissed up both your thighs, taking her time sucking on them. your eyes prick with tears from the aching from your pussy, but jihyo keeps avoiding it. she's enjoying this.

"please," you practically moan, "i need you so bad mommy, please". it's so embarrassing but god does it turn the both of you on, and you would do just about anything right now if it made her touch you. jihyo lightly traced one finger up your slit, lifting it up and admiring the slick on her finger.

"so wet for me," she said, putting her finger in her mouth and taking it out slowly, making a popping sound. she lowered herself and began lapping at your folds, her tongue slipping in and out quickly. "mmmh, so delicious," she moaned, looking up at you. your head thrown back and your mouth slightly open, taking shaky breaths, was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

"oh my god," you moan out "fuck". jihyo hums after hearing your pretty moans, making you whimper more. suddenly two of her fingers were in front of you.

"suck," she commanded. you took her fingers in your mouth, making you drool, as she started sucking on your clit, her tongue circling it slowly. your hand went to her hair, pulling her closer and making her movements harder. she feels so good, but you know she's not done yet.

jihyo came back up to look at you, pulling her fingers out of your mouth slowly. "you're such a perfect slut for me," she whispered in your ear, making you blush. she pressed one of her palms against your entrance, and you let out a whimper, biting your lip in some final attempt to hide how desperate you are. jihyo noticed, and pressed harder, enjoying the look on your face. "let me hear your moans, princess. i wanna hear what a good little whore you are for me," she leaned in closer, lips grazing your ear, "and for me only". she lightly put her fingers around your neck, unsure how you would feel about it. you hadn't thought about it before, but the coolness of her fingers and the slight pressure against your neck was enough to make you let out a strangled whimper. so with that, she thrust her fingers into you with her other hand, earning a loud moan.

"ohh fuck," you repeat. jihyo's lips met yours again, her tongue easily entering your mouth. her hand against your neck snaked down to squeeze one of your tits, and you moaned into her mouth. she leaned forward and started sucking on your neck and collarbone, hard this time, drawing more moans from you.

"you're so tight baby," jihyo said huskily, detaching her lips from your neck. "you love this, don't you. riding mommy's fingers so well". you raked your nails across jihyo's back as she swiped her thumb across your clit. she felt your walls tightening around her fingers, urging her to keep going. "im so...c-close" you whimpered. you hadn't planned on cumming this early, but jihyo's better than you could've ever imagined, every one of her movements making you squirm.

"cum for me, baby," she commanded, and curled her fingers, hitting your g-spot so perfectly your eyes rolled back in your head. you finally unravel, letting out a loud, high-pitched moan.

"jihyo!" your back arches and your eyes half close as you become overwhelmed by the pleasure washing over you. Your thighs shake and tried to close but jihyo kept them open, fingers still moving slowly to help you ride out your high.

"you did so good, baby," she says gently when you can finally calm down and slump against her, her attitude changing quickly. she softly kissed the red hickeys down your neck and pulled her fingers out of you, sucking them dry and moaning at the taste. she ran her hand down your hair and laid down beside you, pulling you into her arms.

you sat up, your legs still weak, and pulled her closer. "i wanna make you feel good too," you pouted. you really want to be bratty, but you know jihyo would always prioritize your pleasure over her own. she's just that fucking amazing.

"next time, okay?" she put her arm around your shoulders as she kissed the top of your head, basking in the sweet smell of your hair. you sighed, leaning into her, and heard a small chuckle escape her lips. you gazed up at her, and realized this is what you've always wanted, since you first met her.

"i love you, jihyo," you say, and it's like a weight has been lifted off your chest. you've wanted to tell her since the early days of your friendship. but the ever-present fear of rejection, humiliation, and a million other possibilities have always stopped you. until now.

"i love you too, y/n," she says, smiling softly as she gives your hand a squeeze. you close your eyes and focus on her heartbeat, steady and strong.

[toxicmalysh]

The link we share

Chapter 21: you idiot

Word count: 4,301

Summary: training with Wanda goes wrong..

Warnings: mentions of restricted eating, mentions of self harm, passing out, heavy angst you guys

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It had been almost two weeks after you and wanda had smoothed things over. So far you two were back to the way things were before, added a few cheek kisses and nicknames here and there, but things were good. Things were normal.

Today you had set an alarm early, eager to train with Wanda, encouraging her to progress so she could get back out on the field. You had made your way to the gym, warming up as usual. You felt particularly tired today but you assumed it was because of the early morning.

You threw a fist forward towards Wanda. She saw the fist coming towards her and dodged it, her body fluid and graceful in her movement. She sidestepped quickly, grabbing your wrist as she did so. She twisted your wrist slightly, using your momentum to spin you around and push you backwards. She held onto your wrist, her body pressed up against your back, her breath hot on your neck.

“Nice try, love. But you'll have to do better than that.”

You reacted quickly, thrusting your elbow into her stomach moving her back. Wanda let out a small gasp as you pushed her backwards, her grip on your wrist tightening. She stumbled slightly but regained her balance quickly, her eyes glowing with determination. She gathered her footing and lunged at you again, her body moving with a speed and grace that was almost predatory.

You fell hard onto your back, winding you slightly, your head rang hard. Something was wrong, you felt different.

Wanda followed you to the ground, straddling your waist. She looked down at you, proud of herself, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Got you.”

Her tone was dripping in pride, and you laughed rolling your eyes. You gripped Wanda’s waist flipping them, pressing Wanda down onto the floor as you spoke.

“Oh really?”

Wanda let out a small gasp. She looked up at you in a mixture of shock and a familiar hotness, her body responding to the feeling of you on top of her.

“Hey, no fair…”

She protested, her voice a little breathless as she tried to gain her composure. You hummed slightly, raising an eyebrow at the older woman. Wanda rolled her eyes, a small pout on her face. She shifted beneath you, attempting to break free, but her efforts were futile. She was completely trapped beneath you, your body pinning her to the ground.

“You're such a cocky little brat, you know that?”

She spoke, her voice a mix of feigned annoyance and flirtation. You felt hot at the nickname, climbing off of her to avoid escalation, standing to your feet quickly.

Wanda groaned in frustration as you climbed off her, her body missing the feel of your weight on top of her. The last couple of weeks, training, even outside of it, a thick tension had been growing between you, each time you grew closer to breaking it, you pulled away, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't disappointed.

Wanda sat up, her hair a mess and her chest heaving from the exertion. She looked up at you, her eyes dark and heated as she observed your reaction to her words.

“Come on, big shot. You really gonna walk away just when it was getting good?”

You rolled your eyes irritated by her comment, you threw a sharp kick towards her which Wanda dodged easily. Her eyes were focused on you, her body still feeling the effects of being pinned down beneath you.

“You'll have to do better than that, pretty girl.”

She taunted, her voice slightly breathless as she stood up, dodging another kick from you. Your head felt blurry, your vision faltering for a moment. Wanda took advantage of your momentary daze and swiftly moved in, her fist aiming for your side.

“You're not focused.”

She reprimanded, her voice a mix of scolding and tenderness. You sneered at her, hissing slightly as you threw out another punch, somehow it came out weaker than you expected. Wanda moved out of the way with ease. She stepped back, her eyes watching you carefully.

“Tsk, tsk. A little slow on that one. Need to work on your reflexes.”

Wanda teased, her tone playful but with a hint of genuine concern. She knew she was pushing your buttons but she couldn't help but find it adorable how flustered you were getting at her sweet-talk.

You stumbled on your feet slightly, gripping your temples with one hand as you steadied yourself. Wanda watched with concern etched on her face. Her playful demeanour faded slightly as she moved closer to you, her eyes watching your face for any signs of distress.

“Hey, you okay?”

She asked, her voice softer than before, her hand coming up gently to touch your arm. You shook your head, trying to focus on your surroundings.

“Yeah. Yeah I'm fine.”

Wanda nodded placing her hands onto her hips, keeping her voice a little low,

“Okay just take it easy.”

You lunged a lazy kick, landing lightly on Wanda's right rib. She felt the weak kick land, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. She could tell something was off about you, the usually strong and capable woman in front of her now seeming weaker and more exhausted.

She spoke firmly, her hands returning to her hips as she looked at you, concern now outweighing her playful banter.

“Cut the crap idiot. I know you're not fine.”

You took a strong breath, gripping your fists in front of your face.

“Really I'm fine.”

You threw a harder punch, landing onto Wanda's cheek.

“Gotta try harder than that grandma.”

Wanda gasped as your punch landed on her jaw, a sharp pain shifting through her face. She stumbled back, her hand coming up to touch her bruised cheek. Her face hardened, anger and worry mixing in her expression.

“Don't you dare joke around like that, dummy.”

She retorted, her voice stern as she looked at you, her eyes narrowing. You threw another kick, which Wanda barely avoided, you lost your footing and stumbled to the ground falling onto your right side.

Wanda's instincts kicked in immediately as she rushed over to you.

“Jesus, you are such an idiot!”

She scolded, her concern now overriding her annoyance as she helped you sit up. Her eyes scanned your face, her hands gently checking over you for any injury.

“I thought I told you not to overdo it, you idiot.”

You nodded, a slight guilt running through you. You felt irritated by being called an idiot again, the insult growing tiring.

“Stop calling me that, I'm trying my best… but sorry.”

You were slightly concerned with yourself, your tone weak. Wanda reached her hand out offering you help up, but as you leant up to take it your head felt faint. You collapsed onto the mat below you, your body completely limp.

Wanda felt your weight in her hands. She lowered herself instantly as you fell, her worried gaze roaming over your body.

“Hey, hey, hey. Wake up dummy!”

She said loudly, shaking your shoulders gently, trying to rouse you from unconsciousness. Wanda's panic only increased as you remained limp, her mind racing with worry. She gently shook your shoulder again, her voice more urgent.

“Come on, wake up y/n/n!”

She reached for your face, her fingers gently tapping your cheek, trying to get a response. Wanda knelt down fully besides you, her fingers gently brushing the hair away from your face. With the pad of her thumb, she lightly rubbed your cheek trying to get a reaction.

“Come on, wake up.”

She could feel the panic rising in her chest as she looked down at your unconscious form, her emotions overwhelming her as she felt so useless.

It was a couple hours before you started to regain consciousness. Wanda had stayed by your side throughout, her eyes never leaving your face. She watched as your eyes slowly opened, a mix of relief and worry on her face.

“Hey, hey, you're awake.”

She spoke softly, her voice littered with concern. She reached out, gently touching your forehead, checking your temperature. You blinked trying to focus on Wanda, your voice came out weakly as you made eye contact with Wanda.

“Hey, what happened?”

Wanda let out a sigh of relief as you spoke, her eyes never leaving yours. She could tell you were still disoriented, but it was a good sign that you were awake and speaking.

“You passed out, idiot. You really overdid it.”

Her voice was low, irritated but still concerned. You narrowed your eyes in confusion, still trying to regain your composure.

“What?”

Wanda rolled her eyes, her irritation growing with your confusion.

“y/n… when was the last time you ate?”

She questioned her hands on her hips as she looked down at you, her expression a combination of worry and annoyance. You couldn't help but feel disappointed with Wanda's irritated tone, if only she knew how difficult this was for you. You could see the fire filling her eyes.

You took a moment to sit up, resting weakly on your elbows. You dropped your voice, barely above a whisper as your gaze dropped to the floor.

“I'm sorry.”

Wanda's face softened slightly at your apology, her anger subsiding slightly. She watched you struggle to stay up right, her heart clenching with worry. Her voice was softer than before but still stern.

“You should be sorry, idiot. You really had me worried.”

You sighed heavily, looking at her as she spoke before returning, your line of sight to your feet. You let your voice become monotone, feeling confused.

“Yeah.. my bad.”

The taller woman couldn't stay angry at you for long, her heart softening as she watched you sitting there, looking exhausted and regretful.

“You're such an idiot, you know that? You need to take care of yourself, you dummy.”

You felt irritated at the over repetitive nickname in her dialect. You chucked it up to be the panic she had just experienced but it was still rude. You stood slowly, brushing Wanda’s hand from your shoulder as she reached for it. You weren't in the mood for confrontation, you needed space.

Wanda followed you closely as you made your way silently from the gym. She could still see the fatigue in your movements and it worried her. She questioned you, her voice worried and frustrated. “Where do you think you're going, idiot?”

You rolled your eyes, continuing down the hallway, stumbling ever so slightly.

“Please stop calling me that.”

Your tone was defeated, and a wave of emotions flew over you, guilt, embarrassment, disappointment and irritation.

“I know.”

Wanda saw you failing to keep your balance and quickened her pace, walking closer to you.

“Then stop being so damn stubborn and take care of yourself.”

Her tone turned into more a plea than an expression of annoyance.

“Why do you have to give me such a hard time all the time?”

You felt something snap inside of you. Things had been going well, you thought things were okay since you had talked. You didn't know this was how she really felt. And you felt triggered immensely. Your eyes filled with tears and your tone was stern.

“I told you to leave me alone, so many times before. I told you I was a burden and I told you I was nothing but a nuisance.”

You carried on walking away, determined to make it back to the safety of your room. Wanda's eyes widened at your words, her heart clenching in her chest. She quickly picked up her pace to keep up with you.

“What the hell are you talking about? You are not a burden!”

Wanda's voice broke slightly as she yelled after you, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. You remained calm, taking a deep breath before speaking, your voice low.

“Wanda, please give me some space, I'll talk to you later.”

Seeing how upset you were, Wanda held back the urge to argue. She took a step back, giving you the space you asked for.

“Fine.”

Her voice was soft, but it tinged with disappointment and sadness.

You entered your room, sitting on your bed with a soft sigh. You took a shaky breath in, reaching for your mini fridge, pulling out a small apple.

You sat staring at the fruit for a minute, wondering why it was so difficult to eat. You felt angry at yourself, and you felt more hurt over Wanda's words, you didn't mean to give her a hard time, you tried to push her away so she wouldn't see you like this, so she wouldn't see you crying over an apple.

You took a small bite, gagging at the feeling of it on your tongue. It was a few minutes before you attempted to take another bite, sobbing silently into the fruit.

You took a few more bites of the apple before placing the core into a small foot bin. Your head began ringing with thoughts, you genuinely believed you didn't deserve to eat. It was a problem you'd had growing up, meal times had become a reward for good behaviour, if you didn't do your chores, or prove yourself to your mother, you wouldn't get to eat. That mind set had stuck with you.

Steve and Natasha were aware of some of these behaviours, so was Bruce, but most of the team assumed you ate in your own space. Wanda getting closer to you had realised that wasn't the truth.

A soft voice came through the door,

“Hey, can I come in?”

It was Wanda, her voice laced with concern. You wiped your nose, hiding your stuffy voice, trying not to give away your tears.

“Not right now darling, I'll come and find you later I just need some alone time.”

Wanda could tell you were crying, but she didn't want to press the matter. She spoke softly, her hand resting on the doors wishing she could open it and hold you.

“Alright, take your time. But… please, just don't do anything stupid”

You made your way to the bathroom once you had heard Wanda leave, proceeding with your usual attack on your arms, before showering any red stains away.

Wanda was waiting in her own room, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, and her instincts were warning her that she needed to check on you.

She decided to give you a few more minutes alone, but after an hour her worry outweighed her patience. Wanda let herself into your room, knocking softly on the bathroom, hearing the water running.

“y/n/n, are you okay in there?”

She called out gently, her hand on the doorknob. Your head snapped up, breathing in slightly as you replied,

“Yeah I'm just having a shower. I'll be out in a few minutes if you want to wait.”

Wanda tried to convince herself everything was fine, but there was still a nagging feeling in her gut that something was off.

“Alright, I’ll wait out here.”

She gently leaned against the wall outside the door, her heart heavy with worry.

You were spaced out, watching the orange water fall down the drain, your entire body stinging, littered with fresh wounds.

As you got out of the shower, your body rang with pain. Your clothes stuck to the open cuts, you wore your usual black joggers and a black hoodie to hide any blood that might remain.

You dried your hair one last time before taking a deep breath, smiling as you made your way out of the bathroom, pretending you hadn't just mutilated your body. When Wanda's eyes fell to your body, that nagging feeling in her gut grew stronger. She already knew about your self harm, why were you hiding your body from her? She spoke up softly, her eyes scanning your body, trying to see if you were hiding any new injuries.

“Hey, you okay?”

You smiled softly, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched Wanda's wandering gaze.

“Yeah I'm okay, I ate so I'm feeling better.”

You walked towards her slowly, placing your hand against her hair as you stroked it softly. Wanda's heart felt lighter when you smiled, she could still feel something wrong. She knew you were hiding something from her, but she didn't want to push you. She allowed herself to be comforted by your touch, leaning into your touch as you continued running your fingers through her hair.

“Good, I'm glad you're feeling better. Just… Please don't overdo it, okay? I don't want to see you pass out again.”

You immediately felt guilt running through your body, the stinging across your body making your head ring.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to get that bad.”

The taller woman's eyes softened at your apology. She could see the guilt etched on your face, and it made her want to hold you tightly and take away your pain. But she knew it was more complicated than that.

“I know, sweetheart, I know. But you scared me, you know? Seeing you passed out like that… It terrified me.”

Your chin wobbled slightly, guilt completely overwhelming you, you took a sharp breath, trying not to break in front of Wanda.

“I'm sorry.”

Wanda's heart cracked at the sight of your trembling chin. She couldn't stand seeing you in so much pain.

“Hey, hey, it's okay.”

She said softly, pulling you into a tight embrace, holding you close against her. She ran her fingers gently through your hair, trying to comfort you.

“Just… for my sake, please promise me you'll take better care of yourself.”

You let tears stream down your face into the shorter woman's hair,

“I'm trying, but it's so difficult, I want to be vulnerable in front of you… but Wands,”

Your tears became violent as you choked,

“I'm just broken.”

Wanda held you tighter as your tears began to fall faster. Her chest tightening at your words, and the sight of you crying so hard. She gently pulled her head away from you, forcing you to look at her, her own eyes filling with tears.

“Hey, you are not broken. Remember what you said to me. You're hurt. You're wounded. But you are not broken.”

Her words were fierce, a contrast to the softness of her touch as she held your face, gently wiping away your tears with her thumbs. You cried harder letting your face lean into her touch, your voice still breaking.

“I just… I don't know why I think this way.”

Wanda held you tighter, her hands rubbing your back in soothing circles now. She’d never seen you cry like this before, and it broke her heart.

“It’s okay. You don't have to know why.”

She whispered, her voice filled with emotions. She pulled you close, resting your head on her shoulder, letting you cry into her.

“Just let it out. I've got you.”

You continued crying, your heart warming at the comfort you were receiving. You felt stupid over being vulnerable, trying to maintain some of your pride. But something about this embrace, brought your walls down.

Wanda's eyes shut tightly, feeling the way your chest and arms tensed up as she held you. She could tell you were trying to hide your physical pain, but she wasn't going to let you push her away. Not this time.

“y/n, I can tell you're in pain. Please, let me see.”

She said softly whilst her hands continued rubbing your back, more gently now, waiting for a response. You stood up, reserving yourself off suddenly, your walls climbing back up.

“I can't, I'm sorry.”

You nervously pulled at your sleeve, tightening your grip on the cuffs of your hoodie. Wanda pulled back as you did, watching your face, aching at the sadness in your eyes.

“Please, babe, let me in. Let me help. You don't have to suffer alone.”

Her voice was soft barely above a whisper, her hands cupping your face, tracing her thumbs across your cheek. You sneered playfully at the nickname, trying to lighten the mood by latching onto that for conversation. You laughed slightly.

“Babe? Ew.. what a gross pet name Wands.”

Wanda's eyebrows furrowed in surprise, not expecting your reaction to the nickname she had taken to using. She didn't understand why you thought it was gross.

“Gross? Why… why do you think it's gross?”

You smiled softly, partly because you were happy she was distracted from the original conversation, but also at the confusion on the older woman's face.

“I just don't like it… I much prefer darling.”

You moved your face so it was close to Wanda. Her heart skipped a beat, the nickname ‘darling’ was a term of endearment she had grown fond of as well, much to her surprise. She tried to ignore the flutter in her stomach at your proximity and to focus on the conversation at hand.

“Okay, darling it is then.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Wanda was almost fooled into forgetting about the original subject but she knew better. She knew you were trying to distract her, but she couldn't let it go.

Wanda's heart ached slightly at your frown. She didn't want to upset you, but you needed to understand how worried she was.

“Babe… er, darling, we need to talk about this.”

You shook your head as Wanda stroked your hair again. She felt a pang of frustration. She hated that you were shutting her out, and she was desperate to break through your walls.

“Why won't you talk to me? Why won't you let me in?”

Her voice was pleading as she continued to stroke your hair. You let out a silent sob, sniffing slightly as she answered,

“I don't know…”

Wanda's heart clenched again at the sound of your crying. She pulled you into another tight embrace, her hands rubbing your back tenderly.

“It's okay darling. You don't have to have all the answers. But please, stop pushing me away.”

Your body stung all over from the tight embrace,

“Ow.”

You let out a small wince before pulling away quickly, holding yourself lightly. Wanda gave a look of worry and concern.

“What's wrong? Are you okay?”

Her hands still hovered in mid air, wanting to reach out and comfort you but afraid to cause you more pain. You took a deep breath, leaning back slightly, gaining your composure.

“I'm okay.”

Wanda narrowed her eyes at your response, not believing you for a second. She could tell something was wrong, and she was growing more and more frustrated with your constant denial.

“No you're not. I can tell something is bothering you. Please tell me what's going on.”

You shook your head holding your temples. You wanted to, you needed to. But something was stopping you from telling her what she wanted to hear. You grew frustrated with yourself for not being able to open up.

“Wanda… I can't.”

Wanda felt her frustration turning into desperation. She hated seeing you in pain like this, and she hated not knowing how to help you.

“Please y/n, you have to let me in. You can't keep everything bottled up inside.”

You moved over to your bed, feeling too exhausted to continue standing. You let your head fall to your hand crying silently. You hated feeling like this, and worse you hated Wanda seeing you like this.

Wanda watched silently, she moved to stand in front of you, her eyes filled with concern.

“Hey, look at me.”

Wanda gently tilted your chin up to meet her gaze, her hands cupping your face tenderly. She was caught off guard by a sudden kiss, but she quickly melted into it, her heart racing at the feeling of your lips on hers. This was the first time your lips had met, and it felt, so, good.

She wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you closer to her as the kiss deepened. For a moment, she forgot all about the pain and the worry, losing herself in the sensation of your touch.

You had told yourself this was a good way to avoid the topic. You knew Wanda had wanted, more, from you over the last few days, and if you could use that desire to get out of talking you would. You let your lips travel to her neck, soft but rushed.

Wanda let out a heavy breath as you continued, her head tilting back slightly to give you better access. She felt her body responding to your touch, her mind growing hazy with desire. A part of her knew you were trying to avoid talking about your problems, but it was hard to think straight when you were making her feel like this.

“y/n…”

You ignored her whisper, your face leaving tears across Wanda's neck as you continued to cry silently. Wanda gently pulled your face away from her neck, cupping your face in her hands once again.

“Darling, I know what you're doing. And as much as I'm enjoying this… we really need to talk.”

Before you let yourself go further, your mind flickered with guilt. You didn't want this to be the memory of your first intimate moment. You sobbing against her, crying whilst touching her, that wasn't fair. You got up from the bed, storming out of your room.

Wanda sat there for a moment, watching you leave the room. She felt a wave of frustration mixed with concern washing over her. She wanted to follow you, to make you talk to her. With a heavy sigh, she got up from the bed, fixing her hair before going to look for you.

[drghostwrite]

We all Scream sometimes... pt. 2

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Well part one started to get a little to long so here's part two with a slight time jump, hope you enjoy!

Summary: So imagine Sidney finally meets someone after the events of scream three and gets married. She is pregnant with their first child via IVF because... surprise she has a wife. The reader is a very successful ER nurse practitioner, who at one point was an FBI agent working the Ghostface case, and while living in their secluded home enjoying life, they get the most devastating phone call from an old friend, while pregnant Sidney and her now wife (Y/N), Gale, and Dewey are all dragged back into this horrific blood bath and they have to start back at square one. But what happens if Sidney were to go into labor? Who is this new killer or is it an old nemesis returning?

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You heard a crash happen around the corner and quickly pushed her behind you pointing your gun towards the noise, Gale wrapping her arm around Sidney and whispering to her, while Dewey covered your six the two women in between you. It all happened so fast him coming around the corner and throwing something at Dewey knocking his gun from his hand, you turned and something made contact with the back of your head knocking you down and the gun skidded across the floor, you quickly flipped over to be met with a knife sailing towards your head, you dodged quickly wedging your leg and flipping the assailant above your head you jumped on top of them straddling them and placed a well-angled punch to the side of the head knocking them out cold. you watched Sidney wincing again out of the corner of your eye, "Gale get her out of here!" You heard her say something to Sidney and heard them moving up the stairs hopefully to one of the other rooms, you jumped over to the assailant on top of Dewey pulling them to their feet and shoving them against the wall, quickly realizing this was a man, you were tall and strong for a woman but immediately you felt how strong he was and realized he stood taller than you. He swiped with the knife making contact and grazing your left side, you smashed his hand against the wall the knife fell from his hand and he landed an elbow to your face you could taste the blood coming from your lip, and you ducked charging at his waist knocking him off balance. Dewey grabbed one of the lost guns and quickly fired 5 times, hitting him twice in the chest, and once in the head. You both collapsed against the wall and Dewey quickly offered you a hand, pulling you to your feet.

"Where'd the other one go?" you asked holding your side and pulling your hand back to see the blood.

"I'm not sure but we need to find the girls, it's getting too dark out."

"Dewey we need to get Sid out of here now."

"I know, but they're after all of us."

"No Dewey, I think she's going into labor." He looked at you and you both immediately knew what you needed to do.

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Sidney and Gale ran up the stairs and turned the corner going down a long hallway and then another, turning into what looked like the master bedroom. Sidney reached out grabbing the door frame, exhaling a stressed breath, hearing a gun fire off five shots. "Gale," Sidney winced through another contraction, regretting telling her wife that she'd been feeling pain. "I know, I know but we need to barricade," Gale said pulling her into the room and closing the door sliding a dresser in front, the woman was shaking, terrified and it was understandable but the things going through Sidney's mind were even scarier. She moved into the doorway of the in-suite bathroom both hands placed under her bump.

"No, Gale."

"What?! Sidney, What?! I'm trying my best here!" they both heard a knock on the door, and you called out, Gale turned and slid the dresser allowing her to stand behind the door peaking out she saw you and let you slip in. You quickly turned and shut the door locking it behind you and moving the desk and dresser over in front of it.

"Y/N we heard gunshots, where's Dewey? Where's my husband?" Gale asked worriedly.

"He's okay. He's going to call in some backup one of them is dead and we aren't sure where the other went but he has his gun and mine." Gale looked over you, the high bun you had was disheveled, your lip was split and bruised and you had a cut running through your eyebrow, she glanced down at your side as the flannel you were wearing blew open revealing the t-shirt underneath ripped and bloodied.

"You were stabbed," Gale said.

"No, no I was just grazed but I'm okay"

"Y/N." Sidney called to you.

"I'm here love, we need to get you out of here." you moved over to her going to wrap her in your arms but instead her expression held something else, fear. "Sidney, I need to get you out of here, we need to get you to a hospital."

"My...My water...it um...it broke." you followed her eyes as she looked at the floor the puddle that gathered around her feet, and you looked back up just in time to catch her as she winced and fell towards you.

"Okay, Okay hold on." you winced feeling the pain in your side. "Gale I'm gonna need your help."

"Okay coming," she quickly wrapped an arm around the other side of your wife, "Where do you want her?" you looked into the bathroom and motioned toward the room it was a large room with a jacuzzi tub standing shower and two person vanity, Stu's parents always had money and you could tell by the size of their house.

"I'm not putting her on that bed when God knows who has been living in here, this should be the cleanest place." she leaned her elbows on the vanity counter, exhaling sharply as another contraction tore through her body, she quickly tore off the jacket she was wearing tossing it to the side revealing the grey tank top she was wearing, her skin was hot and you felt it as you snaked an arm around her bending down so you could see under her arm to her face. "Sid, I'm gonna have to take your pants off, okay?"

She nodded, "It's a good thing we're married." You gave her a weak smile as she looked up taking a deep breath and letting it out. You grabbed the jacket laying it our on the floor, you reached under her bump undoing the button of her maternity jeans and sliding them down, along with her underwear, guiding her down to the floor onto the jacket, she wrapped her arms around your neck burying her forehead into your shoulder as you rubbed her back.

"Gale I'm going to need you to grab some towels, check the cabinet to see if there are gloves, string, or rubbing alcohol anything that could help." she nodded quickly and started rummaging through cabinets, you turned your attention back to your wife as she let out a strangled moan, you could feel her muscles tensing as she fought the next contraction, she lifted her head as it ended placing your foreheads together.

"Y/N I don't know if I can do this."

"Sidney Prescott you are one of the strongest people I know, I'm the luckiest woman alive to have married you and this baby is so lucky to have you as a mom." she nodded against you letting her tears fall as another contraction took over her body she turned pressing her face into your shoulder and you placed a hand on the back of her head. Gale came back over finding clean towels and some actual alcohol. you quickly pulled the gun out of the waistband of your jeans and handed it to her, they all knew you always carried an extra.

"If anything happens, you know what to do, don't stop firing until they stop moving," Gale nodded taking the gun from your hand, you could feel her shaking as Sidney let out another moan, she was getting closer and closer to having this baby. "Gale, look at me, I trust you, we're going to make it out alive." she nodded again a shred of confidence coming back to her eyes. You turned back to Sidney as she gripped the back of your shirt she screamed into your shoulder, and you saw Gale shift out of the corner of your eye.

"Y/N I feel like I need to push."

"Hold on don't push just yet."

"Oh God Y/N it hurts, it hurts so much."

"Okay baby, I'm gonna need you to lean back just so I can check you out."

Mmmm, she moaned at the loss of touch as you guided her back against the cabinets, she put her legs up lodging one of them against your hip, you reached over poured alcohol on one of the hand towels, and cleaned your hands off, you put your hand on her knee as she pushed into your hip. You looked up and watched as she closed her eyes leaning her head back, you inserted two fingers as she let out a low groan, feeling the pressure of your fingers violating her cervix, 10 centimeters, this is happening to fast. You pulled your hand away and she moved back into her original position squatted in front of your arms around your neck her hands gripping your shirt.

"Sidney," she moaned in response feeling another contraction coming on, "when did you start feeling these pains?"

"2 o'clock this morning," Gale responded, "I saw her in the kitchen this morning and she made me promise not to tell you but I didn't think we would be fighting a killer let alone two later." you slowly nodded feeling Sidney's muscles loosen against you, you knew that this was it she's about to go into active labor with a psycho killer in the house. She picked her head up, placing her forehead back against yours.

"Sidney, love, you're fully dilated which means that on this next contraction, I'm going to need you to push." You felt her tense against you and you reached a hand down running it along her bump, you saw as she gritted her teeth and let out a strangled breath, she was pushing. You heard a phone going off and Gale quickly jumped running and grabbing the phone on the floor, she answered and then put it on speaker, you shot her a look and then she motioned to the phone meaning the killer asked her to do that.

"Well, I never thought we would ever see life come back into this house after all the death that plagued this town. Some say true evil was created in this house." Sidney let out a scream into your shoulder feeling the baby shift, digging her nails into your shoulder trying to find relief. "Huh for being such a great nurse doesn't sound like your wife trusts you very much, maybe it's because of that malpractice suit that your superior faced, if I remember right he accidentally killed a father and daughter after self-medicating from a hard case."

"I had nothing to do with that, I tried my best."

"Ahh but from what I'm told your best wasn't enough, they both died that night and he just went on sabbatical so the hospital could stay afloat after the lawsuit, the wife on the other hand had to deal with the loss and ended up losing her baby."

"Amanda, but wait I was there with her, how'd you know?"

"Maybe because..." the killer trailed but that's when you realized.

"Gale, the closet!" you turned putting your leg up, shielding Sidney as another Ghostface jumped from the closet swinging the knife and meeting your thigh you heard Gale fire off two shots nailing the killer, they fell back and Gale checked the closet, just then she hears banging on the bedroom door.

Gaahhhh, you hear Sidney scream against you. "Y/N, It's coming, the baby, the baby's coming."

"Okay, I got you, listen to your body, do what it tells you."

"I have to push!" she exhales out of breath.

"It's okay, do what your body tells you." you glanced at Gale who looked around the corner,

"There's three of them." She explained as the one in the hall worked to open the door, Gale turned slamming the bathroom door and locking it throwing the towel rack down in front of the door and whatever else she could find.

"Okay Sid, I'm gonna move you, we gotta get you into the shower."

"But Y/N it hurts."

"I know baby, I know." You picked her up and moved her into the shower, getting back down on your knees so she could be on her knees and wrap her arms around your neck. You heard the commotion behind you but it blurred out as you reached down feeling your baby's head, focusing on your wife and child in that moment.

"Y/N it burns, Oh God make it stop."

"I know but you're doing so great love, that's our baby's head crowning, that's what you feel."

"Really?" she groaned out.

"Yea just a few more pushes and we get to meet them."

You smiled and looked at her face as she leaned her forehead back against yours. You could feel the head pushing against your hand realizing how close she was as she gritted her teeth letting out a strangled scream.

"Come on baby, you got this, you're right there, just a couple more."

"No, no Y/N I can't. It hurts too much and I can't bring my baby into a world like this, constantly looking over our shoulder for another killer, I can't."

"Yes you can," you heard Gale behind you she placed a hand on her shoulder as Sidney pressed against your forehead letting tears fall, "Sidney Prescott you are the definition of a fighter, you survived three now probably 4 sets of killers of two or more people, you lost two love and you're thriving. You married one of the most powerful women I've met in my life and she's also a fighter, this baby is going to be a fighter. So I need you to give this your all I need you to fight, prove everyone wrong, and show them the Sidney I know and love." you heard something break and assumed the killer finally broke into the bedroom as you heard banging on the bathroom door. Gale turned back ready to fight.

"Come on baby, you got this." what started as a low moan turned into a scream as she gripped your shirt digging her nails into your back but you didn't mind as the head finally came all the way out, "Yes baby, yes the head is out, now for the last hard part the shoulders but you got this." she nodded against your forehead, she breathed out against you and you smiled as you felt her getting ready for the final push, she gave one final scream as the shoulders passed, the rest of the baby sliding into your hands, you heard wood splintering behind you as Gale fired two shots, you heard a thud. Sidney leaned back against the wall as you brought the baby up to her chest, everything else happened in a blur, you felt Gale come up behind you as you stood almost passing out you leaned against the sink as paramedics rushed in a couple minutes later with Dewey leading them, you pointed to Sidney and the baby first as Gale pressed a towel to your side you felt light-headed, they put you on oxygen and led you all back through the house. It had been torn apart knife marks ran along the walls and you saw the shattered vase in the entryway along with the bodies, one in the bathroom(Amanda the mother from the suit, you sat with her when she lost her baby), one laying in the bedroom(a young kid, probably not realizing he was going to actually die tonight), and the first laying in the foyer where everything started(It was Stu Macher the one that everyone thought died but apparently not). You found Sidney being loaded into an ambulance with the baby to go to the local hospital and Dewey jumped in with her while the others took care of you and Gale rode with you telling them everything that happened.

Two hours later you rejected having your own room and found yourself sitting next to your wife in her bed holding your newborn daughter. Dewey and Gale both came into the room.

"So have y'all decided on a name for the little miracle?" Gale asked leaning over and letting your little girl wrap a hand around her finger

"I think so," you turned and looked at your wife, watching as she smiled at your little one's interaction with Gale.

"Tatum Cassandra Prescott," Sidney said turning to you and smiling.

"After my sister," you saw Dewey tearing up remembering how he lost his sister during the first attack. "And Cassandra is Greek meaning fighter," you spoke up looking at Gale and seeing her tear up as well.

You said a silent prayer that night that no other killers would ever decide to sink their talons into your family, and vowed that if they did you would give your life protecting this little family of yours.

[el-michoacano]

protector

I’ve seen some interest in Aurelia’s dynamic with Domingo, so I thought I’d write them together for a change! 

Gonna tag my Lia lovers: @rosayoro, @chordsykat, @lokisinsurrection , @michaelmandog and @chocopinda ​ 🖤

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"I was supposed to go to the gym today." Aurelia didn't mind; She never minded when Domingo made time to stop by her condo. She sat in front of her massive vanity at present, fussing with her hair. It was a tousled mess, but the tousled look suited her.

Domingo was still in bed, sitting among the silken sheets, which were pooled around his waist. His eyes were on her, watching as she now applied a fresh coat of lipstick. She didn't need it; She was one of those girls who was always pretty. He asked, "You go to the gym?"

Aurelia laughed at him, the sound high and lovely, like the ringing of a golden bell. Everything about her was golden. She said, "You think I look this good without going to the gym? You really are too cute."

He gave a little laugh of his own, a soft, sheepish thing. He gave her a long, appraising look next, as if he hadn't seen every inch of her less than an hour ago. He guessed, "Yoga?" Girls did yoga, right?

Aurelia rolled her big amber cat's eyes. "Kickboxing," she said, tossing a glance at him over her shoulder. "A girl's gotta know how to defend herself, doesn't she?"

Domingo felt a little pang of guilt. He said, "I could defend you."

Something in her expression went soft, and she sighed, then stood. The robe she wore was white and flimsy, and in this light, he could see right through it. He was certain she'd chosen it for just that reason. He watched her approach the bed, taking hold of her waist when she straddled his hips. She lifted her hands to his face, meeting his eyes with hers, saying, "I have enough people defending me, Domingo." His heart flip-flopped stupidly in his chest any time she called him by his name. He was usually Bambi or baby or a combination of the two. She only called him by his name when she was being serious. "I don't need another protector."

A few years ago, she'd had more. Losing Lalo had nearly broken her, Domingo knew, and losing Nacho had nearly destroyed them both. She still had Tuco and don Hector and her brothers, at least. She still had Domingo. He said, "I've been thinking--"

"None of that." Aurelia pressed her hands to his chest, pushing him down onto the fluffy pillows. Was she aware of the ring he'd been carrying around the past few weeks? "No one in this business lasts long enough for that." She leaned down to kiss him, just softly, and he wound his arms around her, pulling her close. "Come back in a year and ask me again."

"I will." She seemed a little surprised by that, pulling back enough that she could meet his gaze with her own. "I'm not going anywhere," he said, "not without you."

[shewasverynice]

Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied Childhood Sexual Abuse, Non-Consensual Drug Use

Full tags/warnings on Chapter links post

Major Characters: Original Characters, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Hero Public Safety Commission, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

. . . . . ╰──╮꒰ Birdsong - Part 2 (NSFW) ꒱ ╭──╯ . . . . .

"Ju-just for tonight," Hawks reaffirmed to himself, for the tenth time, "She'll never know... Maybe..."

His fingers slid across the soft cotton, the soaked fabric clinging to them. He felt a low growl in his throat, staring at it, imagining it was warmer, softer. He couldn’t hold back anymore, gripping it hard and aiming the head of his cock at the hole he'd torn accidentally. He pushed carefully so as not to tear it any more than he had, but found the inside still as unsatisfying as the first time.

Already he was jerking his hips to feel the friction milk his pre-cum out. Inch by inch he pushed in enough that he could let go, wrapping his arms around the front of her pillow in a spooning position. He kept one hand over the front and the other where her pelvis would be to keep it still. He thrust in as much as he could, getting half of himself inside. The smell of his cum mixing with the smell of her skin was powerful and boy did his rut-addled brain love that.

“Oh god...” he muttered, pulling back to thrust in once again. He brought a foot around to hold the bottom in place for a better angle. “Feels s-so good, Sera,” he called out, letting his mind put on a show of her pressed up against him. She'd be trapped in his arms, unable to do anything but let him use her. He could imagine this happening after one of their more minor arguments. One where her main mission was to annoy him as much as possible. He’d drag her here into his room, wipe the cocky smirk off her face as he stuffed his dick down that pretty little throat.

“You’d want it wouldn’t you?” He asked rhetorically, “You’d want me to pin you down and make you behave. I’d be doin' you a favor...”

With that thought in mind he flipped them, so the pillow was face down, his dick still inside while he straddled the sides. He held the pillow down by the top and the middle so that he could fuck into it at a faster pace. The imagery swam in his head of a pinned Halcyon, begging him to slow down, crying at how big he was.

“You always act like such a brat,” he growled against it, “Always needing my attention and starting shit... Flirting with me... Teasing me... Is this how you want it, baby bird? You just beggin' me to put you over my knee and punish you?” He pushed in deep, taking a moment to grind down into the hole. He felt the pull of another release approaching and pulled out quickly. Flipping the pillow back over but still straddling it while he took himself in hand. His shaft lay heavy where her lips would be, giving quick jerking strokes he came all over the pillow yet again.

He let go, slumping over the pillow, breathing heavily as he felt aftershocks spurt underneath him. With a groan he pulled himself up to look down at the mess he made. His face flushed with hot shame yet again, realizing how absolutely fucked he was.

"Jesus Christ Keigo..." He muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair, "What the fuck am I gonna do?"

Halcyon's pillow was completely ruined and the worst part was it was incredibly obvious what had happened. It absolutely reeked of cum and Keigo's sweat. He didn't even know how many times he's fucked the damn thing, but every time he got a whiff of her he was hard again and just lost his mind.

At this point there was no room for shame when it came to the thing, so he pulled it close to cuddle it, finding it nice between his knees. He let himself indulge in the fantasy of this being the real Halcyon again, that they were laying together in the blissful afterglow whispering softly. He was sure she would be sweet if he got all that anger out of her.

“Is it sad how much I wanna keep you? Just… just so I can be close to her?” he admitted quietly in the darkness, “God this is so wrong. I hope you never find out how much I need you.”

Hawks dragged himself out of bed, forcing himself to put Halcyon’s pillow down, though the scent still clung to his skin and wings. His head felt hazy, clouded by instincts that had taken over more than he’d like to admit. He needed water, something to clear his mind and cool down the heat running through his body. His chest was tight with frustration as he slipped into a pair of boxer briefs and padded quietly down to the kitchen.

His wings, still stiff, extended awkwardly behind him as the residual effect of what he’d just done lingered in his body. Each step felt like a struggle, his mind a whirl of conflicting thoughts—guilt, frustration, and desire all jumbled into one. He reached the kitchen and poured himself a glass of cold water, hoping it might cool the rising heat beneath his skin. Leaning on the countertop, he let the cool night air brush against his face and sighed, letting the tension in his shoulders relax.

For a moment, everything felt calm—until his senses kicked in. The night air was cool because…

His eyes widened, and panic shot through him like a bolt of lightning. He gasped, nearly dropping the glass as his mind raced, connecting the dots. His windows were open, which meant—

“Shit! No no nonononono” he begged to any god that would listen that she hadn't seen that thing covered in his cum!

He bolted, sprinting upstairs as fast as his legs could carry him, the cold water forgotten as he left it on the counter. His heart pounded in his chest as he darted into his room, and his breath caught in his throat the second he saw her.

Halcyon was there, standing at the edge of his bed, her back to him, staring at the very thing he had dreaded her seeing—her ruined pillow, lying crumpled on his bed. Her posture was rigid, hands at her sides, and Hawks couldn’t even begin to form a single word to explain himself. His throat felt tight, his mind blank.

What could he say? What excuse could possibly make sense? There was nothing. He had no way out of this.

The silence hung in the air between them like a weight, crushing him. He swallowed, but his mouth was dry.

"Sera..." he finally croaked, though her name was barely more than a whisper. His wings twitched behind him, the tension in them unbearable.

She didn’t move. Didn’t turn. Just stood there, staring at the evidence of his moment of weakness, the thing that screamed his desire loud and clear.

His mind raced, trying to figure out what to say, how to fix this, but nothing came. All he could do was stand there, the distance between them feeling like a chasm he wasn’t sure he could cross.

But then she turned suddenly and smirked at him and his heart leapt into his throat.

"Well well well Birdy..." She said, stepping closer to him as he stepped back, "Looks like I guessed right about which little feathered thief wanted my pillow..."

"I... I was- I just-" he stammered, his eyes flicking to the bed then back at her, "I was going to--"

"Give that jizz rag back? Nah dude, you can keep it," she chuckled as his back touched the railing that overlooked the living room. Her arms landed at his sides on the railing, trapping him in place.

"I can't believe you stole my pillow to fuck it," she teased, her face close as he leaned back to try to get as far as he could, "Spring has you all kinds of fucked up, huh?"

"S-sera please I just--"

"Especially when I was coming here to do something so nice for you," she said, mockingly pursing her lips as she took a step back.

He blinked, his brows furrowing. "You... What?"

He noticed it then on the corner of his bed, a small white box that certainly hadn't been there before. She picked it up, using a fingernail to slit the tape keeping it sealed. Pulling it open then cracking the seal on the plastic wrap inside she produced what appeared to be a soft white egg.

"What... Uhh... What is that?" He asked, swallowing hard.

"I wanted to do something nice for you," she said, mockingly sweet, "I got something to make you feel less lonely since you gotta fuck your hand so much."

With that she took that little soft egg and showed him the hole at the bottom. His eyes widened as she spread it with her fingers, flipping it up enough to see the texture inside it.

"Is... Is that a-"

"Yeah, it's a fuck toy," she chuckled, "Went with an egg one since like," she gestured to his wings aimlessly, "Bird."

He didn't know what to say. It was undoubtedly a nice thing, if not suggestive. She was always like this anyway, so it honestly did seem like she wanted to do something nice even if her choice of presentation was weird.

His mind snapped back to reality for a moment, "Wait, you need to stop just coming into my room. This is like the third time you've--"

"Want me to show you how to use it?"

Hawks.exe halted mid process. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head and his jaw slackened. He actually looked around the room as if she was talking to someone else, the sheer audacity making him forget he was alone with her in his underwear in his room at one in the morning.

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“I didn’t tell you to look away, did I?” Halcyon asked Hawks with a raised eyebrow, her fingers lightly tracing his naked abs, “Go on. Keep watching.”

He shakily exhaled, the sensation of her touch overwhelming his already oversensitive body. She knew that every caress, every contact, sent his brain into a frenzy, rendering coherent thought or speech impossible. The self-satisfied smirk on her stupid, pretty face told him as much.

“Hey,” she snapped her fingers in his face, “I’m not telling you again. Pay attention.”

The dark glint in her eyes was beyond just playful at this point. Her hand moved back to caress his abs, moving further up to his exposed pecs. Knelt between his legs, he could feel her breath on his cock with every exhale. The feeling sent jolts through him, his toes curling on the floor by her calves.

He took a second to process before his brain urged him to speak. “I’m sorry, it just–” his voice caught in his throat as hot tears welled up and trickled down his cheeks. His whole body was trembling. “It hurts so bad... Please..."

A sob escaped his quivering lips. They were swollen and bruised from all the nipping and sucking she'd been doing over the past hour. She chuckled, her eyes crinkling at the corners and her whole face lighting up with genuine joy at his despair.

“If you think that is gonna get you out of this lesson, you’re mistaken, Pretty Bird," she chuckled, "You gotta know how to do it right, yeah? Don't worry. I'll make sure you get there. Eventually."

Her hand glided on his left pec, caressing it, squeezing it, savoring the feeling of his warm, soft skin.

“Sera please... Haah- I... Please! Let me cum...” he whined as she brushed over his erect nipple, a jolt of electricity shooting through him and making his cock bounce against his abdomen.

“Hmm, are you that desperate for it?” she asked facetiously, pinching his nipple and tugging on it so hard he cried out, writhing in pain and ecstasy.

At this point, he could probably cum just from her pinching his nipple long enough.

“Yes,” he panted, his chest heaving as she moved on to his right, circling his nipple with the pad of her middle finger.

“You know, it’s funny. I hear your words, but I still don’t think you actually mean them.”

She reached for a bottle of lube on the floor beside her knee, pouring a generous amount of the cold fluid into the already sloppy egg. His alert eyes followed each of her movements, and a whimper escaped his lips as he realized what was coming.

“‘Cause you wouldn’t be such a whiny crybaby if you really meant what you said,” she chuckled, her eyes studying his face with satisfaction, "You just keep telling me you can't take anymore, but here you are."

With a swift motion, she wiped her left hand on the balled up sheets beside his torso before sliding the hole of that lubed-up toy along the bottom of his cock. His eyes fluttered shut at the touch and a moan escaped his lips as he eagerly arched his hips, craving more of her touch.

“I decide when you get to cum, Bird,” Halcyon purred in a deceptively calm voice, “You understand?”

When he didn't respond quickly enough, she delivered a sharp strike to his thigh, eliciting a yelp blending agony and elation. His body was wound so tightly that if she kept that up, she’d make him cum from her slaps alone.

“Yes,” he blurted out, tears stinging his eyes, “I understand.”

She'd been edging him for what felt like an eternity—torturing him with that toy, her fingers, her kisses and her voice. Each time she'd get him close to cumming, she’d stop all movement, reveling in the progressively more desperate pleas and screams falling from his lips.

“Ready? Here we go again, Birdy!"

She watched his face intently as she slid the stretchy egg down over his cock in one swift movement, leisurely fucking his dripping cock with a steady pace.

“Oh fuuuuck,” he moaned, arching his back as her hand clamped down around him. Her left hand gripped his thigh, her fingertips digging into his skin.

Satisfied with his answer, she continued to languidly drag the toy up and down his cock. She looked at his face. Hawks' pupils were fully dilated, his gaze locked right back onto Halcyon's green eyes.

“Mmm, I love when you look at me like that, Birdy,” she murmured, reaching up to brush her fingertips over his feathers.

"... Keigo..." His name tumbled out of his mouth, too drunk on the feeling to stop himself, "Use... My name... Please... Oh god, please call my name..."

She tilted her head, watching him pant over her. Her hand kept up that slow pace, before she smiled surprisingly softly and whispered, "I love it when you look at me like that... Keigo."

"Oh fuck, Sera!" His body trembled, the sound of his name in her voice sparking a surge of electricity that coursed through him, igniting every nerve ending with a fiery intensity. It had been so long since someone used his name. So few even knew it anymore. But when she did it? God, he could listen to it on repeat.

She held her hand still for a moment, scanning his face for something unknown to even him, before easing back into that steady dizzying pace and gradually increasing the pressure. His body responded with urgency, writhing with his knees bouncing and fingers digging into the sheets at his sides as he moaned and whimpered at the sensation. The toy felt so bizarre, the ridges and grooves inside were strange at first but now he would do just about anything to cum in the damn thing.

“Almost there, my little pillow thief,” she murmured, amazed by the look on his face.

She maintained the slow, rhythmic in-and-out movement and after a minute, she reached the point where his cock was fully within the thing. Her fingers just barely brushed his balls, making his knees jump and his head tip back with a near-shout of ecstacy.

“Keep your eyes on me, Keigo,” her eyes pierced his as soon as he obeyed, the hunger he can see in them causing his balls to tighten against his body. He was so damn close.

“Y-yeah... yes,” he let out, breathless, helpless. He was a puddle from her touch, and all he wanted was for her to keep fucking him, his desire for her insatiable.

“That’s it, Keigo,” she encouraged softly, building speed as she kept pumping the toy. Her free hand was in his feathers, stroking the tip of one just as fast as the egg on his cock.

He moaned, deep and low, trying not to move at all. She could stop if he moved. She might. He sat as still as he could, gasping for air. He struggled to maintain his composure, the urge to cum overwhelming.

“Breathe, baby. Slowly, in and out,” Halcyon coaxed, her voice a soothing contrast to the intensity of the moment.

He let his head fall back doing as instructed, focusing on slowing his breath and calming his racing heart. If he did what she said she'd let him have it. He just had to be--

“That’s a good boy,” she cooed.

Hawks was in heaven. There was nothing in the world he could ever buy or create to equal the intoxicating rush he was feeling. She could do anything she wanted to him. She owned him completely. In this moment, he was wholly hers, lost in ecstasy, panting and whimpering as his body submitted to her commands.

“I’m–it's too good... It—shit—it feels too good, Sera. You’re—oh fuck—you’re gonna make me cum... please let me-- please?”

“Look at you,” Halcyon chuckled, increasing the pace of her strokes with the toy, while her other hand was stroking a handful of feathers. He yelped, feeling himself edging closer with every movement.

“You wanna fuck me so bad, don't you?” she asked, her own breathing labored, "Yeah, you do... You look so stupid trying to act like you don't. I see you, pretty bird. You think I don't know?”

He rocked his hips, his body responding eagerly to every sensation, everything heightened to an almost unbearable intensity. Suddenly, he felt the overwhelming urge to cum, knowing he couldn’t hold it back much longer.

“Please, Sera, can I please cum?” he cried out, his balls squeezing, his legs trembling, “Please, I–I can’t–”

“Open your eyes,” Her voice penetrated his foggy mind, “Look at me.”

He had to fight to open his eyelids.

“Please, Sera," he whined, tears welling up in his eyes, spilling over, and running down his cheeks.

Her lips crashed onto his, her tongue sliding between his lips with a fervent hunger. He eagerly reciprocated her kiss, moaning into her mouth. Suddenly though he broke it, breathing too hard to seal their lips together any longer.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck fuck!” his cries echoed through the room as his tortured cock finally was allowed to cum. He animalistically howled his way through his explosive orgasm. The first pulse sent a rope of seed flooding into the toy and then oozed out and down his balls, her hand still stroking to milk every last drop out, spatter after spatter dripping onto the floor.

His ears buzzed, his eyes wide open and staring up at the skylight. Was he still cumming? He wasn't sure. After being edged for so long that orgasm almost killed him.

Halcyon stood up, leaning over to look at him. He'd apparently fallen back to lay on his bed, though he hadn't realized when that happened. She waved the dripping toy at him with a smirk, her tongue caught between her teeth.

"So, thoughts?"

He blinked at her, his eyes focusing again. She hadn't made a run for it, which was certainly what he was expecting. He cleared his raw throat, a lopsided grin pulling into his lips.

"Yeah I uh... That's pretty cool."

"Pretty cool, he says," she clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes. She leaned in closer, making sure he was watching before she pointed her tongue and licked the rim of the hole.

"F-fuck..." He breathed, shuddering as the hormones surging through his body eagerly called for more action, "Please... Will you... Will you suck my cock? Please?"

"Nah," she said, letting the toy land on his chest and making a show of licking off her fingers.

He groaned, rubbing his eyes with his palms. He'd already known the answer to that. It was probably stupid to have even asked, but how was he supposed to know at this point what she would or wouldn't do? It was a coin toss at best most of the time and the rest he was just left reeling and spinning on his damn heels.

"Why?" He huffed, sitting up on his elbows, "Can't you at least tell me why?"

"Oh, I just don't want to," she shrugged and he rolled his eyes.

"No, not that," he grumbled, "Why do you keep messing with me? Is it just fucking? Do you just want to fuck? It's pretty obvious that I have feelings for you, yeah? So what do you want? If you won't let me--"

Hawks stared at her, the tension between them thick and unbearable. His mind was racing, trying to grasp at any shred of clarity through the haze of his feelings and the pull of his rut. He opened his mouth, the words spilling out before he could stop them.

"What do you want from me?" His voice was low, almost desperate, "It's pretty obvious how I feel about you, Hal. I’ve tried to keep it together, tried to be cool about it, but you’re making it impossible. I just—" He stopped, running a hand through his messy hair, his wings twitching behind him. "If you don’t want something serious, fine. I get it. I can’t really do serious either, not with the job, not with everything else. But you keep… messing with me, and I don’t know what you want. I’m confused, and this rut—" He laughed bitterly, the sound sharp in the air, "It’s making me act insane."

The silence after his words stretched on for what felt like an eternity. He stood there, his chest tight, heart pounding, waiting for her to respond, to give him something, anything, to hold onto.

Then, quietly, so quietly he almost didn’t hear her, she spoke. "I don’t know what I want."

Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, and it hit him like a bat to the head. Hawks blinked, the confession leaving him completely shaken. She never admitted things like that—she was always guarded, always in control. For once, she had let her guard down, and it left him feeling even more confused and unsteady.

She turned to leave, and he watched her, panic rising in his chest. He couldn’t just let her go like this. He couldn’t handle the uncertainty, the mess they were in. He reached out, grabbing her wrist—not hard, just enough to try to tug her back, to stop her from walking out of his life, out of the moment, out of whatever this was between them.

"Halcyon, wait—"

But she pulled away, her wrist slipping from his grasp as she moved toward the door. For a second, just a split second, she paused, her hand on the doorframe. She didn’t turn around, but he could feel her gaze lingering, the weight of her presence heavy in the air between them.

Then, just like that, she was gone.

The door clicked shut behind her, and the silence that followed felt suffocating. Hawks stood there for a moment, staring at the spot where she had been, his body still tense, still on edge, his wings bristling with frustration and unspent energy.

He sighed heavily, the weight of everything crashing down on him all at once. Rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands again, he collapsed back onto his bed, the familiar scent of her still clinging to the pillow beside him.

What the hell was he doing? He didn’t have answers. He didn’t know what she wanted. And worse, now he wasn’t even sure what he wanted.

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The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds of Hawks’ apartment, casting soft shadows across the floor as he dragged himself out of bed. Groggy and grumpy, he rubbed a hand down his face and glanced at the clock. Another day, another patrol, and his mind was already working overtime despite the dull ache behind his eyes.

He grabbed his patrol route from the nightstand, squinting at the details as he massaged his temple. His wings, usually the first to perk up at the thought of flying, hung low and stiff at his sides. Last night had been a mess, but, admittedly, he had managed to get some relief. The tension in his body wasn’t as unbearable as it had been the day before, but his thoughts—well, those were a whole different problem. They were even weirder now.

Clearly her goal had been to make him think of her whenever he looked at that godforsaken egg. It sat on the corner of his mattress, almost taunting him. He'd certainly gotten more use out of it after she left, and probably would pretty often during his rut. It would honestly have been a very helpful gift if not for the context she just had to spin onto everything she did.

As he stood by the window, letting the cool morning air hit his face, his wings shivered involuntarily. His mind kept circling back to Halcyon, to that moment when she had been standing in his room, staring at her pillow. The feel of her kisses. Her hands on his wings. The smell of her, so close. She'd even called his real name when he asked her to. It was maddening—the way she could get under his skin, push his buttons, and then leave him hanging with no clear answer. It was toxic, and he knew it. He couldn’t take much more of this back-and-forth with her.

If she wasn’t going to give him a real answer, then he needed to move on. The thought came with a sharp pang in his chest, but he knew it was true. He’d tried, he’d given her chances to be honest, and now… now it was time to consider the alternative.

Hawks cleared his throat, pushing those thoughts aside. He had a job to do, and the last thing he needed was to let this mess with his focus. If she couldn’t figure out what she wanted, then he was done waiting. He had a life outside of whatever this thing was, and he wasn’t about to let her mess with his head any longer.

“Meet other people, huh?” he muttered to himself, stepping outside into the morning light. It was easier said than done, but maybe it was the only way to shake the strange pull he felt toward her. There had to be someone out there who wasn’t going to leave him tangled in confusion and frustration. Someone who would understand that he needed to remain unattached.

He spread his wings, letting the fresh air ruffle his feathers as he took a deep breath. It was time to refocus. Patrol, duty, the job. Those were things he could control, things that made sense. Everything else? He’d figure it out later. But for now, it was all about clearing his head and getting through the rest of his rut week.

Hawks shot up into the sky, feeling the wind whip through his hair, his wings finally loosening up as he soared high above the city. As he flew, he forced himself to concentrate on the rhythm of his patrol route, the familiar sights and sounds below him. He needed this—he needed to feel in control again.

Because no matter what happened with Halcyon, one thing was for sure: he deserved better than this endless guessing game. And he wasn’t about to let her—or anyone—keep him from living his life.

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Childe allowed her to guide him to the bedroom, thrilled with her matching enthusiasm. His eyes adjusted to the dimness of the house as they got to the bed, drunk on lust with the way she pushed him onto the bed and how she straddled him, her crotch rubbing against his painfully hard cock made him dizzy as he groaned in want.

His hands found themselves under her skirt, gloved hands gripping on to her toned thighs like if he let go she'd disappear. He might actually go insane with her taunts, with her voice like ecstasy against his ear.

Fabric partially blinded him momentarily, he had to stop himself from arching his back to get closer to the way she rolled her hips and he swore he could cum from that alone but it wasnt what he wanted. He managed to shake off her knickers from his face just in time for her lips to utter his name and that really was what made him snap.

Childe flipped their positions, pinning down her body with his own, his cock straining against his trousers as he held her in his arms and kissed her. Deeper and deeper and messier, he didnt want to breathe unless it was her breath he was inhaling.

Her body was petite enough for him to manhandle her so he was kneeling and she was sat up right; one hand cupping her face, the other pulling at her corset strings until he heard something rip and continued anyway. once he was satisfied with how loose it had become, he worked on her scarf, unravelling it from her neck and tossing it somewhere haphazardly. All he could hear was their breathing, the wet noise of their kissing and Archons he couldnt get her naked soon enough.

He remembered his own clothes and ripped off his own scarf, only taking his hands off of her for the brief second to undo the buttons on his blazer and shrug it off behind him, the heavy decorated fabric dropping to the floor behind him noisily. Childe was back to her body, gloved hands running over her bare skin of her chest and neck, to the top of her dress. He hooked his fingers under the black of her top and pulled until her breasts spilled out from the fabric, massaging one of them as he kept hungrily licking her lips and kissing her. Over and over and over.

It was always cats. Lumine could swear from Mondstadt to Inazuma, she always had the most interesting encounters with those animals.

She loved cats, in fact she didn't have a preference between animals or creatures of any kind, each living being held its own unique beauty she had always appreciated from galaxy to galaxy.

Who would have thought that night a small fluffy adorable animal like a cat would have become her worst enemy?

It was all good so far - more than good she would add; she did not fight his hands moving her legs apart, only pressed further against the cold wall so her weight would not fall on him completely.

Her mouth parted, her voice getting caught in her throat the moment she felt his tongue on her. She hated herself for almost being able to hear his words from some time ago: I'm a fast learner.

Cocky. She would have rolled her eyes to herself if it wasn't that all she could focus on the way each of his lap sent a wave of bliss she couldn't control. Despite he was fully covered by her skirt, she found herself hiding her face partially behind her arm.

It was so good so far she even forgot the compromising location they were.

Something brushed against her ankle but she didn't really think of it.

A voice followed to fill the space in the alley and Lumine almost lost her balance the moment Childe shot up on his feet. There was confusion in her face, her eyes still hazy but before she could process further, his hand was already dragging her away.

They almost got caught by a poor old lady...? Lumine's face was burning as they walked back into the crowd, her hand holding his very tightly.

Her underwear. She glanced at Childe, but she could barely see his features as he led the way.

She wasn't wearing anything under her dress. Was it still hidden somewhere in his jacket?

And the wet uncomfortable feeling between her thighs made it only worse to walk casually around Liyue Harbour.

A couple of people recognised her but this time she had no intention to indulge herself in any conversation. It was with weak "Sorry... Kind of in a rush..." and her eyes avoiding to meet faces that she dismissed everyone in their way. It was an entertaining situation she found herself in, but she still had to make sure to keep her skirt down in fear it would move in any way to reveal her lewd state.

They made their way between people until the crowd seemed to thin and Childe stopped. He forced a door? Her confusion came back, but she didn't ask any questions. Fatui stuff, she guessed. Or perhaps he just needed to fight anything in his way, doors included.

The room smelled of wood and incense when she stepped in, the warm light of the streets disappearing behind Childe when he closed the door behind him.

"I know I am repeating myself a lot tonight" Her heels hit the floor as she stepped forward, her hands reaching for his jacket. "But you're a massive idiot."

In the darkness, she pulled him with her, guiding him towards what seemed to look like a bed. She pushed him down on the mattress, and didn't take too long to follow him suit. Her thighs brushed against his belt, she could feel the fabric of his clothes and his hard on rubbing against her as she made her way to straddle him. To continue from what she started earlier, her hips dragged slowly once again against his crotch.

"Stealing an innocent girl's underwear?" Her lips moved against his ear, words whispered to taunt him. Another roll of her hips followed, this time she made sure she could feel every inch of his boner against her wet labia. Her fingers found their way underneath his jacket to look for what was hers to begin with.

"No wonder the Fatui have such a bad reputation." little by little she pulled out her bloomers out of his jacket, only to drop them on his face.

"Absolute vile gestures from you, Tartaglia." his name played on her lips, there was a malicious glint in the stars trapped in her eyes.

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Baby, Don’t Kill Him

Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader

Clint Barton x Step-daughter!Reader

Please, Don’t Go. (Part 2) | 3,651 Words

"Baby... Wake up..."

You groaned, rolling over in the bed to hide from the light seeping in through the windows.

"Five more minutes..." You mumbled, and Yelena chuckled at your grumpy state, finding you absolutely adorable.

"You said that ten minutes ago moya lyubov'." She laughs out, and uses her immense strength to flip you over and straddle your lap.

"Oh my God! It burns!!!" You shriek, as you dramatically move to block out the sun, and she falls against you in a fit of laughter.

———

You wrap your arms around her, and smile, more than happy to have been able to brighten your girlfriends mood as she's been rather down in the dumps as of late.

"I love you..." She whispers, an air of vulnerability visible in her features as she now hovers her face above yours.

You move your hands up to her neck, scratching ever so lightly, then pull her face down to yours for a sweet kiss and she sighs against your lips.

"I love you too, my darling girl..." You mumble as her lips eventually release yours.

"I'm going to miss you." She whimpers out, as she finally situates her body atop of yours comfortably, nuzzling her face into your neck.

"Are you sure you can't come with? I'd really love for you to finally meet my family."

"I've got some business to handle, but maybe I can still make it, just depends on how difficult this job ends up being."

"What business? I still have yet to see where you work."

"Freelancing darling, I do whatever I'm offered within my acquired skillset." She quips, winking down at you, then jumps up out of the bed before you can push the issue.

"Yeah, yeah..." You grumble, as she laughs at your irritation.

She then peaks her head back out of the bathroom, as she smirks mischievously your way.

"How about one last shower for the road?" She quips, as she not so subtly drops her towel from her body, and you leap out of the bed, nearly tripping on the blankets on your way to her.

Your girlfriends secretive nature should bother you, but you've spent your life immersed in secrets, so you let it roll off your back with relative ease.

It's not like you don't have secrets too...

—

Your mom had you young, and the man she created you with was gone as fast as he came...

Due to the nature of your mother, and eventual fathers line of work, your whole history is a jumbled up, fabricated mess. As far as single mothers go, you were blessed with the kind that coveted your existence, no resentment was ever present. Once she'd settled down with Clint, you were about eight years old, and much to her shock you were rather accepting of the man. It didn’t take long for him to take you under his wing, and show you the ropes of archery. He'd eventually entered the Avengers initiative, and your mom retired once the two of them started having kids of their own, Fury was able to help hiding them much better than your mom did you.

You grew up in SHIELD, so really, you are nothing but a vessel of overheard secrets.

Yelena and you had originally planned to spend the next few days together before you headed home, and she got to work. However, your father—well, the man you call dad, had called you to ask you to take your younger siblings home. He'd run into some trouble in the city, and desperately needed them gone. You weren't due home for another week—when it's appropriate to return for the holidays, but you'd be damned if you'd let your younger siblings get caught up in the mess that follows him around.

—

Lila and Nate were blessed with soundproof earphones in the back, you sadly had to be exposed to the radio your brother controlled by way of aux cord.

"Coop, so help me God, if you play another Green Day song, I will make you walk the next fifty miles home. Maybe then you’ll discover your boulevard of broken dreams, yeah?." You groan out, not entirely thrilled with your brother's newfound Pop Punk phase.

He lightly smirked, as you caught it from your peripherals, then changed over to Linkin Park, you fought the urge to wrench the wheel of the car to pull off onto the shoulder, but you'd decided to plot his demise somehow else.

Once you pulled up, your mom ran out to greet you all, then once the kids went indoors you'd seen the unintentional scowl take over her features.

"I'm sure dad will make it home for Christmas mama, don't you worry." You attempt to quell her obvious thoughts, and then pull her into your arms.

"I'm so grateful to you, you're my rock, and that's just not fair." She sighs against your chest, as you're slightly taller than her, and you move to place a comforting kiss to her temple.

"It's always been you and me mama, I don't mind being your rock."

"I'm supposed to be yours..."

"You are! We're each others." You relay, as you hold her that much tighter, before heading inside with her.

—

As the lonely days drug on, you'd become painfully aware of the unfolding mess your father found himself in. His actions during the blip seemingly catching up to him, and you can't help but feel saddened for him all over again. He'd gone through five years with no hope of ever seeing his family again, then at the first sign of it, he had lost his best friend in the most brutal way.

Blipping was such a weird concept for you...

You'd been on the phone with your girlfriend of a month at the time, while sitting in your bedroom from your teen years back at the farm. Freelancing had taken your newfound lover across the world, so you decided visiting back home would be a great idea. One second Yelena's telling you about this 'really cool' food she'd just tried, while your dad was showing Lila how to use his trusty bow; then the next second you're coughing harshly as a layer of dust clouds your room, and your greeted with deafening silence.

You'd looked to your phone, finding it beyond dead, so you had plugged it in then raced downstairs in search of clarity. Your moms glossy gaze locked on yours, then yours dropped to the TV hers looked up from.

"All Those Blipped, Suddenly Re-emerging on the Streets After Five Long Years."

Even though you'd only been together for a month, your mind went straight to your girlfriend. You raced up the stairs, sending off a slurry of texts to her, then your dad, then your favorite human—Natasha.

After hours of waiting, your beaten down father had made an appearance at the front door. He was covered in dirt, and blood, and his eyes were swimming with despair. Once he'd gained a semblance of his current reality, he broke down in your mothers arms. His broken sobs were hard to decipher, but you heard 'she's gone' loud and clear.

Finding out that your 'Auntie' Nat, had sacrificed her life for the world broke your heart in two. The same world that did nothing to deserve her sacrifice. The both of you were only six years apart in age, so the bond had always been a bit stronger than with your younger siblings, she was truly your best friend.

Yelena had called you the following day, in tears of her own, and you jumped at the possibility of seeing her. The reunion was intense, and you could tell she'd clearly lost someone in this mess as well. Vulnerability wasn't something you expected from her so early on, as her walls were so clearly built up when you'd met, so you just chose to hold her incredibly close.

Two years later and you two are happier than ever, and she's all but moved into your apartment in New Jersey.

—

They always tried to leave you out of their messes, but you were always at the ready to help in anyway you could. So when you heard your mom mention that along with his onslaught of enemies past, that Natasha's younger sister is also after your father you couldn't seem to pinpoint why.

When Clint called the next time, you'd tapped into the call, with the skills Natasha had lended to you. He muttered out two words that stopped your heart, your beautiful girlfriend, the absolute love of your life, the one you'd planned to bring home this week, was the same Widow trying to kill your father.

Your mind went into a full blown spiral…

You were dating a 'former' Widow?

Natasha's little sister nonetheless?

God.. If she were alive she'd probably kill you... or her…

Freelancing?!...

Freelancing to her essentially equated to assassinating, and in the grand scheme of things that honestly makes sense because of where she came from. Natasha had told you all about her little sister back in Ohio, the beautiful little blonde girl full of hope, and promise. She also told you their heart wrenching story, and she'd even called you to tell you all about how she was able to find her again. The thing is, she'd never given her full name, only ever speaking in Russian pet names, and a simple mumbling of 'Lena,' so the revealing all comes crashing down on you in the moment.

The only solution, you fear, is for you to find her, and hope that outing yourself as his honorary daughter, and Natasha's best friend, doesn't cost you the love of your life. So, in the middle of the night you'd slipped out of the farmhouse, and set off on your way to NYC, as your mom watched from her bedroom window in absolute horror.

She wasn't stupid, she'd put the puzzle pieces together ages ago on who you were dating, and then she heard your breath hitch on the phone earlier, so she's highly aware of where you're headed. Part of her knows you're right to go, but she just hopes it's not at the cost of your life and or your happiness.

—

The whole drive to NY, you'd been reliving moments with Yelena over the last two years that could make it all make sense. She'd even talked about Natasha, after finally relinquishing information on the loss she'd dealt with, and you'd never put it together. In retrospect, it all adds up now. Her older sister, the one full of spunk, with a fierce need to protect, and a massive heart.

Your calls to her went straight to voicemail, same to be said with your dad. So, after a little bit of hacking, once again taught to you by Nat, you'd been able to reach his protege—stalker—who was able to fill you in on the plan.

The gala wasn't something you'd prepared for, but you'd used your trusty credit card, and purchased a gorgeous green suit, and just beneath it you wore Natasha's old mission suit. Once you entered, you felt every hair on your body stick up, just knowing deep down you were surrounded by a crap ton of dangerous criminals. Kate had told you everything—that girl really does talk a lot—you chuckle at the thought that your dad's probably turned his hearing aid off when she gets carried away.

So, you definitely knew that though Yelena's to be expected, she's not even their focus. Everything moved rather quickly, and the fight was absolutely brutal. Once the onslaught of arrows had slowed, you got closer, and that's when you saw Yelena fighting with your father.

She'd looked incredible, with her tightly fitting mission suit, and her hair in a tight braided bun. The streetlights had caught her face just right, and your heart absolutely melted. Then you heard your father grunt, and got pulled back to reality, as you saw her punt kick the man across the ice.

"Baby, don't kill him!" You shout, but you can tell she doesn't hear you, or she just doesn't want to, you're not entirely sure.

You carefully ran across the ice, trying to not slip, but that didn't matter as Yelena—without even looking up, had shot off her widow bites.

You couldn't tell if it was the insane amount of electricity coursing through your body, or the slamming of your body into the ice that hurt more, but either way, your body was in an overwhelming amount of pain.

Clint had sparingly glanced up, and his face contorted into obvious angered shock at the sight of your seemingly unconscious body.

"Y/N! What the hell are you doing here?" He shouts through the pain, as he clutched at his obviously broken ribs, and ignores the gun Yelena has pointed at his head to crawl over to you.

The sound of your name threw her off, so she'd looked up to see you laid out cold on the ice. Her pistol holding hand stuttered, as she swiftly holstered it to run over to you.

"Y/N? Detka?! Why are you here? Please say something..."

Clint's eyes widened in shock, but he said nothing, as he realized now that you had some sort of plan. He’d been more concerned by your seemingly unconscious state, seeing as how you have a heart condition that you’re on beta-blockers for.

The pain was debilitating, your heart was fluttering rapidly, but her warm, soft hands on your face, and the vulnerability in her voice was enough motivation to coax you through it.

"Lena... Why are you trying to kill my dad?" You groan out, and her hands still, you slowly open your eyes to see her sullen face.

It hurts when you can clearly see the sheer feelings of betrayal flash across her face, but you expected it. You go to sit up, but the both of them push you back down by your shoulders.

"Stay down Y/N, this fight doesn't concern you." Yelena says, and her gaze slightly hardens.

"No, it doesn't..." Clint seems to agree.

"Please stop, both of you! This is the last thing Natty would ever want." You shout, then groan as a residual shockwave runs through your body.

"Natty?" Yelena questions in bewilderment.

"Yeah, a little birdie told me you're my best friend's sister.."

"I thought Barton was her best friend."

"That's what we let him think, but really it was me." You chuckle out, and your dad playfully nods in agreement.

"You know, she'd talked about you all the time, but she used nicknames so I hadn't put it all together." You groan out, as you move to sit up, and your father scoots behind you to cushion you.

You send him back a grateful smile, that drops in an instant as she lifts her pistol once more.

"Yelena, baby, don't. Just listen to me."

"No! You don't get to call me that, you've been the enemies child all along. He killed her! My sister is dead because of him!"

Her words cut right through you, and you’re not sure if your heart skipping was because of the previous electrical shock, your heart condition, or her sudden anger towards you. Truth be told, it was probably all three, but regardless, you’re going to clean this mess up.

"Okay, fine, Yelena it is." You sigh out dejectedly.

"So… I'm an honorary Barton, that's why I'm assuming your look into my past that you clearly must've made led you nowhere significant. My lineage is fabricated to a deceased elderly couple in Minnesota. I didn't lie to you though, I told you all about my living parents, and I'd had every intention of bringing you home to meet them this week..."

Her hardened gaze didn’t waver, nor did the nausea in your stomach, or the fluttering in your chest.

"Now, Yelena, I guess this is the part where I have to inform you that you got it all wrong. Whoever your source is lied to you, the manipulative bastards used your own loss and pain against you. My father here had no part in killing Nat, she regretfully gave her life of her own free will. It was the only way she could bring back all that was lost. My dad here tried desperately to stop her, he dangled over the side of a cliff, clinging to his hold on her but she never relented. She's stubborn like that, and I know you know I'm right. Natasha was only moving to ensure that the people she loved got to live on, that they got to return... I'm sorry..."

"No! She never would've left me behind... Not again..."

Your metaphorical heart breaks along with your physical at the broken tone, and emergence of tears on her face.

"Lena... Sweet angel, Tasha didn't leave you behind, she's smarter than that, she knew you had someone on your side. Whether that had been Melina, or the widows you saved along the way, hell, maybe she even knew about us. I doubt it though, because she would've scolded both of us if she had." You lightly chuckle out the last bit, imagining the consistent fire behind her gaze whenever she'd been worried for you, being set on you instead for once.

"Either way, Clint here is innocent." You continue.

Your father was looking at you with a quirked brow, not exactly believing your words, and Yelena scoffed venomously. Neither of the two had noticed your physical changes, both rather distracted by their own heightened emotions.

"Innocent?! You call what he's done free of charge?"

"No, what he's done isn't free of sin, but it's not like he was out there killing saints. He killed ruthless thugs, though rather brutally, he was grieving the same way you are now. Spilling blood over your grief is never the answer though, and you should clearly understand him as your guns pointed at his head over Natasha. The same person who pulled him away from the monstrosity's and also in the end gave her life for his... Natasha is honorable, truly, and this is the last thing she’d ever want. She loved you with all her heart Yelena, and all she’d ever wanted was for you to live a prosperous life. So, just go on, and do that for her…"

You could feel your body was weakening by the minute, but if this is how you go, then so be it. At least your mom won't be alone, and your precious siblings will still have their father. A rather large cough, followed by a wheeze leaves your body, and your father stiffens beneath you, as he begins to fear the worst. Yelena has no clue about the long QT Syndrome, as you keep that to yourself, so she’s not all too concerned in the moment.

Yelena’s stance readjusts as she seems dead set on shooting him, but then your father takes over for you, and whistles the tune you’d once heard Natasha do.

“How do you know that?” Yelena chokes out, and you calm at the realization that your dad had it in the bag all along.

“Y/N’s not lying… That’s your secret whistle with Nat, she really did talk about you all the time. All she could think about was that you were safe, and that never changed Yelena. She loved you, she always wanted you safe.”

“I loved her so much…” Yelena sobs out, and you feel a tear flow down your cheek at the same time.

“Me too…” Clint mutters, as he drops his gaze to your distant one, and panic instantly floods his system.

“You guys had so much time with her…” She continues to sob out, not registering your fathers sudden fear ridden face.

“Y/N, sweetheart, can you hear me?” He panics, then lowers your body to the ice, and taps at your cheek as Yelena’s just now registering that something is off with you.

“Papa, I don’t feel so good..” You whimper in confusion.

Clint’s heart skips a beat at the utterance, you hadn’t called him that in nearly a decade, and you only ever did it when you were sick.

“Detka, hey, what’s wrong? Please, tell me what’s wrong, I’m sorry I yelled at you. Nothing’s your fault, I’m—please, what’s going on?! I love you so much, I’m so sorry, please…”

“I love you too, it’s okay Lena, you’ll be okay…” You murmur as your eyes flutter closed, and a heart wrenching scream tumbled passed her lips.

Clint nearly vomits at the words flying out of your mouth, as the deja vu nearly topples him over, and he tells the medical services exactly where to find you.

“No!! I most certainly will not be okay! Fanny, and Gus will not be okay! No… I can’t-I won’t lose you too..” She shouts out, slowly moving into a sob as her teary eyed face hits your chest.

Clint leans down to scoop you up, to get you off the ice for the EMT’s, but Yelena pushes him away. She does it herself since he’d ended up with broken ribs, but more so because she refuses to not be touching you.

Once she lays you in the grass, she looks to Clint for clarity, but your body starts to shake. Clint rolls you to your side, but then you go limp under his hold, and he registers that your heart has stopped.

“No… No, absolutely not!” He cries out, while moving to perform CPR, and Yelena crawls backwards, pulling her knees to her chest, and begins to rock herself in an attempt to calm down.

“Baby… Wake up…” She continues to cry out, with her eyes tightly shut, as the sounds of sirens slightly pours into her pounding ears.

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[fict1onallyobsessed]

Testing Waters

Bᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ!Nᴀᴛᴀsʜᴀ Rᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ x Tᴏᴘ!Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ 18+

Sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ - Things get steamy as Natasha decided to be brave. Will she succeed? (Spoiler alert: she doesn’t)

Natasha lay on the bed beside you looking at her phone. You looked at her from the side and admired her features. Her skin glowed in the later afternoon light emitting from the moon outside her window. Her eyebrows were furrowed as she scrolled through her Instagram feed.

"Staring won't give you the power to see through my clothes," She joked.

Her sentence completely caught you off guard.

“I- I wasn't staring," You said defensively. She just scoffed as she turned off her phone and placed it on her bedside table. She, now looking at you from the side, smiled as you mirrored her position. If you blink, you would of missed the smile on her lips.

"What?" You giggled as you licked your lips, turning your head completely towards her, creasing your brows.

“Can I do something?" she asked barely in a whisper moving closer to you slowly.

“If it's not me, then no," You smirked at her as she slapped your arm with her palm. You laughed, clearly amused you got her back for her previous comment. You didn't realise how close she'd gotten to you and you gasped as your noses touched and her arm slipped under your shirt, caressing your skin. You tilted your head at her as she leaned into your lips.

There was no way you'd let Natasha seduce you so easily. As her lips made contact with yours, you got on top of her, straddling her hips. Neither of you broke the kiss so you took your hand and placed it under her shirt. She wriggled underneath you and your hand touched her hard nipple.

Who knew Natasha was submissive?

You smirked into the kiss at the thought of you seducing Natasha freaking Romanoff. Her hands squeezed your waist and you pulled away.

“What are we doing?" She asked breathing heavily into the air.

You mouth made its way to her neck and gently kissed and sucked on the skin there.

"Tell me to stop," You mumbled into her neck. She simply shook her head.

“Don’t you dare.”

Satisfied with that response, you pulled your hands away from her breast and pushed her shirt up exposing her chest fully. You kissed down her chest, rubbing your hands up and down her thighs. She whimpered at the contact.

You kissed back up her chest up to her lips, which allowed you to place on of your thighs in between her legs. Her breath hitched and her hips started to grind against your leg.

"Please," she exhaled. "I need you,"

Your fingers hooked the leggings she was wearing and pulled them down as you kissed her abdomen. Her whole body shook as her muscles flinched and twitched at the sensation.

You placed soft kisses on the insides of her thighs at first, but when she moaned, you started biting and leaving hickeys. Your mouth found her core and she slapped her hand over her mouth trying to suppress any noises that threatened to escape her throat. You stopped what you were doing and grabbed her wrists pinning them above her head.

“Don't cover your mouth," You growled.

"But they'll hear-"

“Let them," You said smirking as you leaned back down her body. Your tongue found her clit and her legs tightened around your head. You wrapped your hands around each thigh and pushed them down forcing them back open. You moaned and the vibration made her stomach shake. She came as she moaned loudly, failing to cover her whines.

You lifted yourself from underneath her as her back muscles released back onto to the bed. You places soft kisses around her face.

"You okay?" you asked her gently breathing into her face.

She nodded and wrapped her legs around your waist flipping you over so you were underneath her.

"Your turn, babe,"

THE END

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[blueicequeen19]

Touron Pt 2

Lu. The sweetest thing I'd ever laid eyes on. And so innocent. I wanted to wrap her in bubble wrap and put her in a box just to protect her from the ugly world. The moment I saw her, I had to know her. I hadn't planned on doing anything with her but now that I had, I was hooked. I wanted all her kisses, her sounds, the face she makes when she cums, her claw marks on my skin. And that nervous laugh? Fuck. I was so screwed.

And to top it all off? She was cousins with the Cameron's. I'd love to see Rafe's face if he found us against the stone wall of his property.

But JJ Maybank doesn't date and he sure as hell doesn't fall in love. Girls like Lu though, they fall hard. The first guy that gives them attention and they're love sick puppies. I needed to make sure that didn't happen. I didn't want to break her heart. Plus she's a Touron so she'd be leaving as soon as summer was over. I just had to make sure I made the most of it. I needed to make it known that this was strictly a friends with benefits ordeal. And that she wasn't allowed to hook up with other guys. Fuck.

"Yo, JJ, you awake?" I manage to throw the blanket up over the naked blonde sleeping next to me just as JB lets the door swing open. His eyes widen and I give him a dry look. "Sorry!" He whisper yells and I roll my eyes. I needed a smoke. After last night, I was so uptight that I blew my load three times before I was spent. This girl thinks she's got a magic pussy when all reality, a short and sweet brunette was all I was seeing. I sat up on my elbows to help conceal my hardening cock.

"What's up, Bree?" I ask, dying for a joint. Kie would have the hookup.

"Let's go fishing." Meaning, let's go catch our food for the day since we're broke. Blondie pushes her bare ass against me under the covers.

"Give me twenty minutes." I say and he shuts the door. I yank the blanket off and she — Abby, I think — gives me a knowing smile. "We gotta make this quick." I snatch a condom off the nightstand and roll it on then push her onto her stomach. This position was deep and quick.

I quickly straddle her waist, my hands braced on either side of her head as I pushed inside. She moans loudly and I quickly picture a sweet brunette beneath me. My balls tighten immediately and I groan.

"You're so deep." She moans as I thrust hard and slow. I'll never live it down if I don't make this girl cum. I kiss and nip up her shoulder and lick the shell of her ear and she shudders.

"God, this pussy is so tight." Thrust.

"And warm." Thrust.

"I could fuck you all day long." Thrust.

She's clenching me now so I know she's close. No girl can resist my dirty words.

"Are you going to cum for me? Come on, baby." I thrust faster and she cries out into the mattress as she nears her edge.

"Play with yourself. Play with your clit." I encourage and her hand dives beneath her. The moment she touches herself her pussy clamps down on me, milking my own cum out as she climaxes. I groan loudly for added effect, so she thinks she did a good job, and slow to a stop.

"That was so hot." She mumbles into mattress. I've already discarded the condom and pulled on clothes that smell clean, throwing a hat on.

"I gotta go. Lock up." I flip her the peace sign and head out front where John B is waiting. I snatch my phone up from the table and find a text from an unknown number. It's Lu.

Hey, it's Lu (:

I text back.

Good morning pretty girl (; 

I pocket my phone and jog down the dock to where John B is waiting.

"Change of plans." He says, starting the boat and heading towards town. I check the hidden compartment for Kie's stash but it's gone. I sigh dramatically.

"Grocery duty?" I ask as Heywards place comes into view.

"Yep. Easy money." John B chirps and I pull on my sun glasses. It was hot already. We dock, help Pope load up groceries for Figure 8, then take off.

"Who was that girl last night?" Pope asks me.

"Which one?" John B smirks and Pope's eyes widen.

"You had more than one!?" Pope gasps and I have to refrain from joking about his lack of experience.

"Not at the same time." I give a smug smile and they both shake their head.

"The girl from the party. The pretty brunette." A new feeling churns in my gut and I don't like it. Jealousy.

"Her name was Lucy." JB adds.

"She's a Touron. Just passing through." I deadpan.

"She was cute. Like in a sweet and innocent way." Pope says and I shift uncomfortably. I feel like a dog, needing to mark something as mine but I don't want them thinking it's anything serious.

"J, didn't you walk her home? Where's she staying?" John B adds and I want to kick him.

"Yea, she's staying on Figure 8." I chide, wanting to end this conversation. I check my phone and my heart skips a beat when I see her reply.

What are you up to? (:

Delivering groceries. U?

I get sucked into texting her so I can tune John B and Pope out. It's not long before we're docked and making deliveries around Figure 8 and our last stop just so happens to be the Cameron's. I jump up before John B can stop me and I take the two arm fulls of groceries down the dock towards the white mansion. I slip in through the side door and leave the groceries on the counter where a nice tip has been left. I look up at the sound of footsteps on the stairs and Lu gasps when she sees me, a blush covering her cheeks.

I quickly close the distance between us, smashing my lips to hers. I need to taste her. I need to be inside her again. Pope's words had been feeling territorial. Lu breaks away and takes my hand, leading me upstairs. She pulls me into an all white guest room and pushes me down onto a chair, quickly straddling my waist. I cup her neck and bring her mouth back to mine. We can't stop kissing. I think my lips are getting chapped but I can't stop. She shifts on my lap and I groan. Lu breaks our kiss, looking alarmed.

"Did I hurt you?" She asks and I smile at her innocence. I stand with her in my arms then sit her in the chair. I kneel in front of her, spreading her legs.

"You didn't hurt me. I just want to make you feel good. You're all I've been thinking about." I trail kisses up her inner thigh and she shudders. I quickly unbutton her shorts and she lifts her hips to help me slip them off with her panties. I smile when I spot how wet she is.

"I've never—um—what are you—." She can't seem to form the words as I start kissing along her inner thigh again. I stop just above her swollen clit and look up to see her dark eyes watching me, holding her breath.

"Let me take care of you. I promise you'll love this." I reassure her then I blow on her clit. She immediately bucks her hips with a whimper and I want to grin. I desperately want to take my time but I know I can't. I lick slowly from her entrance to her clit and she whines.

"You gotta be quiet for me." She clamps a hand over her mouth and I continue. I flick my tongue quickly over her sensitive nub as I ease a finger in and she damn near comes up off the chair.

"JJ." Lu breathes and if it's not the hottest thing I've ever heard. I slip in another finger as I suck on her clit, using my free hand to hold down on her pelvis as she shakes. I curl my fingers up just as I take her flesh between my teeth and she cums, whimpering behind her hand. I go until she's spent then I sit back on my heels, enjoying the sight of her in an orgasm coma, her pussy red and swollen from me.

"That was amazing." She breathes and I chuckle, licking my lips clean. I quickly wash my hands in the bathroom as she gets dressed. I'm surprised the guys aren't blowing up my phone.

"I gotta go." I say and she pouts.

"When can I see you again?" Lu asks and I cringe internally. She's already getting too attached. "I really want to return the favor." Lu adds and my cock twitches in my shorts. As if it wasn't already hard enough.

"What favor is that?" I toy with her and she squirms as she looks for the words. I lean in and capture her lips, letting my hands slide down to squeeze her perfect bubble butt.

"I want to suck you. I want to make you feel good too." She murmurs against my lips and I groan, catching her hand just as she reaches between us.

"Next time. The guys are waiting for me." I kiss her pouting lips and duck out the side door again, running smack into Rafe Cameron. I catch myself before I fall back and he gives a smug smile.

"What are you doing here, Pogue?" Rafe sneers. I try to step past him but he blocks my path.

"Groceries, Rafe." I snap.

"Yea? Where you been for twenty minutes? Did you take the tip money then start snooping for more?" Shit. Rafe pushes his chest against mine and I take a cautious step back. He's lucky we're on his property.

"No." I grit my teeth, itching to tell him I was knuckles deep in his sweet cousins cunt.

"How bout this? You give me the tip money and I won't tell my father you were snooping." I clench my teeth as I dig the bills from my pocket and hand them over, knowing I've lost.

"I wasn't snooping. I got lost. Big house and all." I snarl and he smirks, pocketing the money. It was more than I make in a week busing tables and I just let him have it to protect a girl.

"Right. Don't let me catch you here again." Rafe claps me hard on the shoulder and strolls inside. Fucking Kooks.

[elpida]

There was something deeply intimate to him about the way she traced his scars. Anyone else he'd shove their hand away, never wanting those pink fleshy marks touched but when it was her it felt healing. It felt like she could fix every goddamn ailment with one brush of her fingertips. He couldn't help the smirk, the rumble of a growl in the pit of his chest at her words.. that he didn't have to hold back. He was torn between savouring every second and devouring her, eager to sink into her and feel her wrapped around his cock, to hear breathy moans and his name escaping her mouth. He'd thought about the many ways it'd sound.

His hand encircled her waist and pulled her flush to him so that in one swift movement Cade could push up and flip them, put her back to the couch he'd sat on. Where she'd straddled him, he now had one hand on her leg to keep them parted and at his hips, pushing between them so he could lean down and claim her lips quickly, his hand gripping her jaw to guide her to him. His cock was throbbing, it almost hurt how badly he wanted her but he intended to savour every minute and see just how much she could take. "What was that last bit, please?" his devilish grin lopsided, but his hands fell down, with a trail of his pecking lips, down to the fastenings of her pants. "You're going to have to beg a lot better than that darlin'."

Cade pulled and wiggled her pants down, peeling them away from her legs and he wasted no time in letting his hand settle between them, two digits moving along the fabric and feeling the damp of them. "Look at you sweetheart, already wet for me and I've barely touched you.." he kept his eyes on her, wanting to see the way her expression changed when he slipped those same fingers below the fabric and ran along her damp flesh, she was "Perfect, god you're absolutely fuckin' perfect." the same two fingers teased her clit, rolling in slow circles. He could spent hours watching her like this. His free hand settled to his belt that he was undoing and pushing down the fabric so he could grip his impressive length in his hand and lazily palm him stiff erection.

As her fingers traced his wounds with gentle caresses, they simultaneously aided each other in shedding items of clothing. The necessity of replacing the bandage could wait; both hungered for each other, their desires long suppressed and now finally unleashed. Agatha found herself flustered, her mind flooded with images far removed from reality, as Cade's hands traversed her milky skin, due to leave behind marks that would soon become memories that would be difficult to forget but would be remembered every single time they’d become intimate. Agatha could give herself an idea of how Cade was as a lover, and she was utterly in need of experiencing it, of feeling his cock penetrate her while his mouth and fingers left marks claiming her as his. The moment her crotch was creating friction with his throbbing length through the fabric, she could feel her flesh becoming soaked at the thought. God, she needed him.

As his mouth began running lower towards the curve of her breasts, Agatha’s tongue slipped to run over her lower lip, feeling the air hot around them. Her breasts were the perfect size; while they weren’t exactly petite nor ample, they were perfect to grab, squeeze and when she’d clasp her bra on, they left a beautiful sight of cleavage if she used dresses or blouses. As his mouth focused on them, her hands explored his back, tracing the scars she’d find. His fingers teasing her nipples made them turn erect at his touch, shivers running down her spine at Cade’s request. What did she want? She wanted him. All of him. But he wanted her to be specific with how she wanted to be pleasured. Between his hips grinding against her and his lips circling around one of her breasts once they were fully exposed to his warm mouth, Agatha let out a low moan, her arms lowering to toss the bra aside.

“I want you to take all of me,” Agatha let out in a soft, hazy voice as her ocean orbs met his. “Please… Everything. Kiss me, bite me, even suck me if you have to before I have you in me. And, honey…” Her hand travelled up to a side of his face. She was lustful for him, but also wanted this to be memorable for the two. “Don’t hold back. Be rough if you have to be. I’ll take it. I’ll take all of it. Please.” She pleaded, thumb tracing his cheek.

[inkmonster21]

Best Buds

Fezco x Reader

Euphoria Universe x Reader

1. Your Local Drug Dealer

2. Behind the Store Blaze

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The cheer team finishes running the routine a few minutes early allowing me to swiftly grab my bag and move towards the exit. "Where are you going in a hurry?" Maddy asks with her detective's eyes. "I've got plans." "Bitch, with who? We're the coolest people you know!" I sling my arms over Maddy's shoulders, kissing her cheek a hundred times. "Oh, I promise I'll make it up to you, Mads." She rolls her eyes, playfully pushing me off of her. "Just go. You don't care about me." I shake my head as I reach down to unlock my bike.

"Maddy! Let's get something to eat!" Nate screams a demand at her from across the parking lot. The football team just had to have their Bootcamp the same week as ours.

"Fuck off." Maddy flips him off, but he simply smiles wider. "He's so cute." "He's a psycho, Maddy." She shrugs, "Yeah, he is." She walks off in a dream state to her doom.

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Fez stands in front of the mirror, checking over his appearance. The colorful t-shirt over his jeans with sneakers fit his style. He had to admit, he pulled out some of the nicer shit he owns for today. It was 2:13 pm now, and cheer lasted until 1:45 pm. She should be heading this way soon.

The knocks on the door put Fez in a complete panic. "Fuck..." He sets the blunt in the ashtray and stands up, taking a look in the mirror before walking to the front door. He opens it to see (Y/n). Clad in a white tank top and black shorts. Stating the obvious, she came right from practice.

"Wasup?" (Y/n) smiles as she takes a step inside his home."Hey, Fez." Fuck. Just the way she said his name had him feeling all froggy and nervous.

"Make yourself at home." (Y/n) sits on the couch huffing. "Don't mind if I do." Fez takes the seat on the furthest end. "How was cheer?" "Fuckin sucked. I'm so over all the high school bullshit." Fez nods right along, he listens to everything she has to say. He cares about what she has to say. Why (y/n) gets mad when Maddy singles her out in practice. Fez cared about her day.

Fez lights the forgotten blunt again. "You ever think about moving?" (Y/n) shakes her head, "No. I don't think I could leave my family." "That's good." "Yeah?" Fez nods, smiling her way as he blows the smoke from his lungs. "Yeah, I don't think I'd want you moving either." (Y/n) sits on her knees, her cheer shorts riding up her thighs. "Aw think you'd miss me, Fez?"

Fez nods, detailing every inch of her face. "Fuckin course. Who else would I have to talk to in the middle of the night?" She crawls closer, sitting in the middle seat of the couch. "I am pretty fun to talk to." Fez takes the blunt back, inhaling and exhaling. (Y/n) is sitting so close, the tension could be cut with a knife. They both understand what floats in the air, but the other just waiting for a bite. For weeks the two of them have been so hungry for each other.

After taking enough (y/n) leans further, whispering softly to Fezco, "Are you going to kiss me or not, Fez?" He doesn't waste time. He grabs her legs and swings her around him, setting her in a straddling position before attacking her lips. The thick smoke in the room only added to the high. The kiss gets heated enough for (Y/n) to pull her top off. Fez watches as her tits drop into place right in front of his face. His eyes roll into the back of his head, seeing how perfect she is. "Fuckin hell."

Fez lifts her, she wraps her legs around him and he leads them down the hall and into his room and slams the door shut. This is how the pattern started. For a couple days of the week (y/n) would go to Fez's house after cheer camp and stay until late hours of the night. Telling her parents that she was at Maddy's some night and Cassie's the other. Fez and (y/n) were together most of the time now. If he was at the store, she'd be sitting on the counter next to him. If he's chilling on the couch, she'd have her feet propped in his lap. They never talked about what it was that they had. What they were...

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Mom drops her fork on the china plate catching everyone's attention as the silver rings against the glass. Dad looks up from his steak confused. "Do you have an announcement, honey?" My mother rests her hands together, her 2 ct diamond ring shining in the candlelight. "A question. (y/n), darling, are you feeling okay?" She places her hand over my forehead searching for a fever. "Yeah?" I ask while backing away from her touch. My phone vibrates under the table, I take a glance at the screen.

Fez: thinkin bout you baby...

I bite my lip blushing as I lock the phone back up. "Sorry." My father glares daggers. "You know they're no phones at the table, (y/n)." I smile at him, placing my phone face down on the table. "Sorry."

"Who was it, honey?" My mother is always prying on my life. "Was it, Nate. Maybe even Aaron?" I roll my eyes at her comment. "Mom. No." She shrugs with a frown, "Both those boys are missing out. You're so clean-cut and presentable. You're not sleazy like these other girls." my father shakes his head in disappointment. Both of them were fucking insane, but my dad was always there to lighten the blow when mom got ahead of herself. "Mary, let the girl experience things. You don't have to write her life. She's not one of your books." Mom throws her hands up, "I know! I'm not pushing. I just want the best for my kids." Yes, the best for her kids. She wants what will look the best in front of the entire town.

My phone buzzes again and my mother reaches for it. "Oh, my god!" She gasps and flips it back over. "Who... oh my, god." I freeze in my seat afraid of what she had seen. "Rue? You're hanging out with Rue now? (y/n), do you understand she died! What kind of influence does that portray on you?" I stab my salad while internally rolling my eyes. "She's just a friend, mom. We met a few weeks ago." "Ha. Now just let me tell you how many friends I had..." I drown her out, continuing to stab my salad in agony.

In my room, I play with my hair in the mirror. Debating to put it up for tomorrow or straighten it. "You really be doing this shit every night?" Fez asks, watching me through the facetime camera. "Uh, yeah. You can't just keep the same old thing every day." Fez scoffs as he blows smoke. "Who you trying to impress?" I look at the screen seeing him propped up on the couch. "You." Fez nods, "That's what I like to hear, baby."

Suddenly the door bursts open. "Aye, sis, have you seen the rolling papers?" Dylan notices the phone and furrows his brows. "Fezco?" Fez waves awkwardly, "Sup man." Dylan looks between me and the phone with confusion. "It's 1 in the morning." "Good observation," I say bluntly as I toss him the papers. Dylan begins to leave the room, slowly taking glances at the screen before closing the door back. Fez bursts into laughter.

I watch him smile, his cheeks glowing a light pink as the heat grows to his face. "I take it he doesn't know." I go back to looking at my hair in the mirror. "Know what?" I watch as Fez bites his lip, taking a beat to reply. "That we so close." My smile falters just a fray. "Yeah, we are close." Are we friends? For sure. But are we more than that? We certainly don't act like friends once in the same room alone. "Aye, you got cheer tomorrow. Get off the phone." I laugh shaking my head at him. "Okay, daddy." "Whoa. I know where you at. Don't forget that." I laugh loudly as Fez's cheeks glow. The silence grows as Fez and I smile at each other through the phone. "I'll see you tomorrow?" I nod, "After cheer." "Sweet dreams, ma." I blow a kiss, "You too, Fez. Goodnight." "Goodnight."

"Who was that?" I jump at the sound of my dad's voice. He stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame. "A friend." My dad raises his brow, "A guy friend." "Yeah, I have those." He furrows his brows. "What's his name?" "Why?" He shrugs calmly. "I like to know who my daughter is talking with. Make sure you're safe." After seeing he won't get any more answers from me, he backs away from the door. "Alright then. I guess I'll be heading to bed." "You do that, dad." He hovers in the doorway, "Alright, I'm going now." He shuts the door, listening from behind it for a few seconds before leaving and walking downstairs to his room.

Seconds later my phone buzzes.

Dylan: Why tf were you on ft with Fez?

(y/n): We're friends

Dylan: Just friends?

Are we just friends? Over the last month, Fez and I had developed a romantic relationship, but it was purely kept from the world. It was a secret. I was his hidden gem. I could just be a summer fling for him.

(y/n): Yeah man. Just friends.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒕 (𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫! 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨× 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐔

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟒.𝟗𝐊

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧), 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐦! 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨/ 𝐒𝐮𝐛! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭: @yunhoiseyecandy @multidreams-and-desires @galaxteez @hanatiny @deja-vux

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"Miss L/N? May I please have a word with you?"

While others would have already been sweating nervously at having their journalism professor single them out after they had just turned in an essay 2 days ago, the called out girl had a smug grin on her face that she did not care to hide as she practically strutted over to her teacher's desk. Looking over to make sure all the other students were gone and door was closed, she immediately pushed away some of the books on the edge of the desk before perching herself on it, one leg crossed over the over. Taking out the cherry tootsie pop from her mouth with a loud pop, she asked him:

"How can I be of service?" With a wink she put thr candy back in her mouth, making sure he could hear the sucking sound she made as she wrapped her lips around it.

He shook his head as he recognized the all too familiar tone in her voice that meant she was up to no good again.

"Don't start with me Y/N, you're already pushing your luck. First off......."

He tapped her exposed thigh with the tip of his pencil.

"You know I don't want you, or anyone sitting on my space. Second..."

One of his hands reached out and took away the lollipop from her mouth and dumped it in the trash bin under his desk.

"I've already told you no more eating in my classroom." He reminded her.

With a pout on her lips, she whined softly.

"But I was hungry! And besides.......I saw you staring at me in class as I sucked on it."

Clearing his throat, the black haired male adjusted his tie nervously, not thinking he got caught.

"You're very distracting at times." He excused himself.

Letting out a giggle, she scooted close to where she was sitting right in front of him, legs spread out enough that if he bent his neck, he'd be able to see right up her short plaid skirt and gaze at her bold choice of the pink lace panties he loved seeing on her during the nights she went over to his house. But he resisted the urge, instead keeping his face up and away from her lower bottom.

"Maybe you're just having trouble focusing cause you're too stressed......but I can help with that Yunho."

Feeling bolder than other days, she slipped off his desk and straddled one of his thick and massive thighs, her lips attaching themselves to his neck as one of her hands rested in between his legs, groping at his now hardening member that was bulging out of his khaki dress pants. Yunho bit back a moan, one of his hands instinctively reaching over to caress her thigh, drawing out circles before going further up her skirt, eyes scrunching together in confusion when he did not feel the material of the safety shorts she was supposed to wear. Feeling something soak his thigh as she slowly grinded down on it, his large hands gripped her thighs and got her off him, placing her back on his desk with a loud thud. She gasped softly when he lifted up her skirt and saw the familiar flower pattern covering her now soaking core, a visible wet patch in the middle of it. Yunho looked back at her with a disgruntled gaze.

"Surprise?" She batted her eyelashes at him rather innocently.

Letting out a huff, he pulled her skirt down before rummaging through his bag.

"Not only do you belatedly disobey dress code and wear a uniform skirt that's much too short, but you don't even wear your safety shorts?" He was beyond annoyed at this point, and Y/N knew it. Wanting to poke fun at him, she snorted.

"What? Afraid I'll bend over and someone else will see?"

Although she meant it as a joke, she immediately stopped laughing when he slapped her thigh.

"Yes."

She gulped as he stared her down. She could see the jealousy burning in his eyes, could also see the lust hidden behind him. He wanted nothing more than to bend her over that dammed furniture right then and spank her for even thinking about pulling off such a daring thing. But then he remembered where they were, the prestigious university he worked at and she studied in and calmed himself down, refusing to give in to her fantasy of having him fuck her in the very classroom where they met a year ago.

Taking a deep breath, he handed her a spare pair of shorts he kept with him.

"Go to the bathroom and put these on right now." He ordered her.

Looking at them, she chuckled.

"And just how did you know to keep a pair with you?" She inquired.

Smiling softly, he leaned down and brushed his nose against hers.

"I'm dating possibly the brattiest and most mischievous vixen in this school. I have to be prepared for anything."

With an innocent peck to her lips, he ushered her off his desk again.

"Now run along and do as I say. You're already on enough problems as it is, especially after you did utterly horrible on your last essay." He picked up a tiny stack of papers and waved it in front of her face.

Grimacing, she looked up at him.

"Does this mean I'm failing the semester?"

"I don't know...what do you think?" He questioned her.

Knowing she was screwed, she put on the cutest and most innocent puppy eyes she was capable of making and began playing with the tie across her teacher's neck.

"Please professor, don't you think you could be a little nice and give me a chance to make up for it?"

Leaning in, she whispered in his ear.

"Perhaps with one of those sloppy and messy blowjobs you love getting?"

Gulping slightly, Yunho gently pried her hands off him.

"Nice try Miss L/N, but if I'm going to be a fair teacher, I have to treat you the same as the others in these situations."

Her mouth dropped as he nonchalantly began packing his things to go have lunch in a teacher's lounge and hang out there until his next class.

"Seriously? Not even if I promise to do better or even bake you a cake?" She scoffed.

"Nope. And I'll remind you the last time you tried to bake me a cake, you nearly burned your eyebrows off." He let out a soft, deep laughter as he brushed past her to leave the room.

"But I'm your girlfriend!" She complained.

"And precisely because you're my girlfriend is why I want you to do better, even if it means failing you to get you to straighten up your act. Seriously princess, just because you're practically an heiress, doesn't mean I'll allow you to do as you please let alone give in to your every whim."

With a kiss to her forehead and a pat on her head he reminded her to behave and to follow his previous instructions of going to the bathroom before leaving her alone in the room.

Feeling fury rise up in her body, Y/N stormed out of the classroom and headed straight to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Hating the fact her stubborn and hard headed boyfriend practically called her a spoiled brat, she locked herself in one of the stalls and proceeded to dip her hand inside her folds, rubbing furiously at the clit, desperately trying to get some relief from all the pent up sexual tension she'd been accumulating. Inserting a finger inside herself, she tried to imagine that it was one of her boyfriend's long fingers penetrating her, even though it was no where near the real thing. Sometimes she'd get wet during class from him just tapping his fingers on the whiteboard, picturing all the times he'd buried them deep inside her and had her squirting all over his arm.

She imagined him laughing in her ear, calling her a dirty little girl and teasing her for making such a mess of herself as his thumb continued to abuse her sensitive little nub. She released long and deep moans, not giving any fucks about if someone came in and found out what she was doing.

Frustrated at not being able to get herself off like she wanted to, she simply tore the lace panties off herself and threw them in the trash can. Stepping out of the stall, she reached for her bag to get the shorts she'd been ordered to put on, but suddenly stopped. Still upset and not getting her way, Y/N zipped her bag back up and adjusted her skirt. With a little shrug, she calmly walked out the bathroom and headed to her next class. On her way over, she accidentally dropped her phone which sent her panicking for a moment.

"Please don't be broken." She was screwed if she broke the third phone her parents bought her in less than a month.

Bending over, she flipped it over and let out a sigh of relief as the screen was intake and still working. Standing upright, she stuffed it back in her bag and continued along as if nothing was the matter, as if she wasn't already late to class....

As if she totally didn't just get caught in her little scandalous lack of clothes.

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Yunho calmly picked up some of his lunch on his fork, ignoring the usual snickering and gossip of his seniors who were seated on the table next to his. He had to fight back the urge to roll his eyes or groan dramatically at their nonsense.

"It was so hot." Seonghwa, the social science teacher laughed.

Hongjoong, who was the visual and performing arts teacher, leaned in to whisper, not so discreetly since Yunho could still hear him perfectly.

"I know. I nearly dropped my books when I saw her ass on display. I wanted to go over there and smack it." He admitted unashamedly.

"Oh my God did you catch a glimpse of her pussy? I'm pretty sure it was soaking and fuck.....I just wanted to have a taste."

Yunho cringed when the older male swiped his obnoxiously long tongue across his lips.

"I bet she tastes so good and I bet her pussy is so fucking tight. I'd totally fuck her if I got the chance."

Seonghwa agreed with Hongjoong's words.

"She'd probably let you. I mean.....if she bold enough to come to this oh so holy school with those extremely short skirts and not wear underwear, I'm pretty sure she'd fuck around with a teacher or two." He added.

"Wasn't there a rumor circulating last year about her hitting on a teacher or something?" Hongjoong tried to remember.

Seonghwa shrugged.

"Wouldn't surprise me if it was true. And it wouldn't surprise me if any teacher accepted her advances. L/N Y/N is a seriously gorgeous girl, I don't think anyone could resist her."

Yunho dropped his fork when he heard her name, his blood boiling now as he replayed all their words now in a different light as he realized they were talking about his girlfriend. Grabbing his lunch, he quickly stood up and threw it in the trash, suddenly not feeling hungry anymore, but instead feeling angry and furious. Checking his time, he knew she was about to come out of her next class any minute now, so he waited for her outside his classroom, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently.

When she finally turned the corner, his eyes narrowed in on her, more specifically on her skirt. Sauntering over to her, he caught her off guard when he gripped her wrist harshly and dragged her inside the classroom, leaving her confused and wondering what had gotten into him. Making sure to lock the door behind him, Yunho pinned Y/N to the wall and in a flash lifted her skirt up, his face reddening as he confirmed it indeed was her that Seonghwa and Hongjoong were gushing and lusting about.

"Did I not specifically instruct you to put on the safety shorts?"

She shivered at the harsh tone he was speaking to her with.

"I...well, yes but-"

She let out a squeal when his fist banged on the concrete next to her face.

"Then explain to me why not only did you disobeyed me, but you actually went off parading around the school with absolutely nothing to cover that drenched cunt of yours."

She was absolutely speechless at his demeanor, she had never seen him this angry before and she wasn't going to lie, it was quickly arousing her.

"Yunho...Yunho I'm-"

He cut her off by pressing his lips against hers, one hand gripping her jaw as his tongue poked out to invade her mouth, as his other hand hiked her skirt up, a finger sliding across her folds.

"Don't fucking tell me you're sorry. We both know whores like you aren't build to feel regret."

His mouth silenced the sounds that came out if her as a result of him slipping one of fingers inside her, the very thing she had been craving all day.

"Oh fuck..." She breathed out when he gave her no chance to adjust as he shoved a second finger inside, circling them around to stretch her walls out.

"Hmmm yeah. That's all you think about don't you? Your head is just filled with thoughts of getting fucked."

She couldn't resist it as she began rolling her hips, wanting him to fuck his fingers deeper inside her.

"Is that why you allowed Professor Seonghwa and Hongjoong to see you like that? Did you purposefully bend over to let them see your filthy hole? Hmm? I bet you did it on purpose."

She opened her eyes and gasped harshly when he then added a third finger, the wet noises her pussy was making now becoming louder.

"Wh-what?" She managed to get out a single word.

Yunho grunted as he shoved his fingers deeper in her, almost tempted to shove his entire fist inside.

"Don't play dumb. They saw you bending over and saw your lack of underwear. I had to hear their bullshit talk of wanting to eat your pussy and fucking it." He let out a low growl as he recalled their lewd words, sending him into an angry mode once again, prompting him to move his lips from her mouth to proceed with an attack to her neck, sucking on all her sensitive spots.

"Did you want that? Did you want fucking Park Seonghwa to eat out that pussy of yours? Or did you want Kim Hongjoong to hit it from the back as he slapped your ass red?"

Before Y/N knew it, she was releasing such erotic noises as she threw her head back, gasping out as an unexpected orgasm took over her. Yunho also couldn't believe how unbelievably fast she came, and he was beyond pissed as he realized that he helped her get off to the thought of someone who wasn't him. Pulling his fingers out of her, he squished her cheeks, the remnants of her cum now plastered on the sides of her face.

"Did you seriously just cum at the thought of those two assholes?!"

Without a warning, he lifted her up and roughly sat her on his desk.

"Do I need to remind you who you belong to? Who this pussy belongs to?!"

Spreading her legs as wide as they could go, Yunho dropped to his knees and buried his face in her heat, tongue poking out to suck off all the juices his hands had her spilling out from before. He had no shame as he spilled out almost animalistic sounds as began slurping hungrily at her heat, paying close attention to her clit.

"No one but me gets to eat your pussy out. No one can make you get you like this but me." Pulling away, he spit onto her clit before diving back in, moaning erratically to send vibrations into her mound.

Y/N's chest began rising up and as her breathing became more labored. Her hands tried reaching for his head to try and grind herself against his face, but he harshly slapped them away.

"Keep them up or I'll tie them up." He hissed at her.

Wanting to keep herself from being tempted to move them back to his head, she opted to place them on her chest, kneading at her breasts as Yunho continued to devour her, tongue flicking in and out of her core. She felt herself ready to burst at any moment, and Yunho knew it too. He waited til she was a mere slurp away from cumming before removing himself, earning a frustrated groan from her.

"Yunho!"

She sat up to complain, but his hand wrapped around her neck and pushed her back on the desk, causing a choked gasp to get caught in her throat.

"Shut up you slut. You'll get and take what I decide to give you and you're in no place to complain. I'm still upset at you failing and livid at you being a slutty exhibitionist."

Pulling her up by her hair, he got her off the desk and shoved her to her knees, placing himself in front of her. He had a sadistic look as he began undoing his belt.

"I believe you offered to suck me off a few hours before......well I'm taking you up on that offer. Suck me off and I'll let you cum. Show me what the mouth of yours can do."

She was nearly drooling when his red tip came out, brushing against her nose. It was painfully erect and leaking precum. Wrapping her hand around it, she made sure to spit on it and coat it generously so her hand could stroke him more easily. She looked up at him, sending him a mischievous smile as she began taking him in her mouth. Her eyes never left his face as she sunk his whole length into her mouth, gagging a little when she reached the base, Yunho inhaling deeply as she proved yet again that she was more than capable of stuffing him down her throat. She began bobbing her head, swallowing around the head while her hand worked on the rest of his dick.

Yunho let her do as she pleased, wanting to get her as relaxed as possible before he commenced his plan. Silently, he removed the belt completely off his pants, making move as if he was going to place it on the desk behind her. While she was distracted, he suddenly removed her from his length, a trail of saliva dripping down her chin.

"Ok.....since you obviously can't seem to do it, let me give you a few private lessons."

Y/N slightly panicked when he wrapped the belt around her neck, using it as makeshift leash and collar. He harshly pressed her back into him.

"Open that mouth of yours."

Following his orders, she opened up as wide as she could. Wasting no time, Yunho slammed his cock back inside her mouth, hips moving at a fast pace as he began to fuck her face, hand never letting go of the long strap. Y/N hollowed her cheeks out, gagging and releasing choking sounds every time he hit the back of her throat. Yunho snickered amusedly as he watched drool pour out of her mouth, prompting him to go even rougher on her.

"That's it, just like that-fuck!"

He shut his eyes tightly, eyebrows furrowed as he began chasing his own release. The girl underneath him moaned uncontrollably as he tightened the belt around her, feeling his spurts of cum flowing down her throat.

"Swallow it all you slut. I don't want you spitting any of it out."

Holding her head in place, he made sure he had emptied himself completely before pulling out of her, her lips red and swollen as she gasped for air. Inhaling deeply, she stuck her tongue out to show she had indeed swallowed all of his cum, prompting Yunho to caress her cheek affectionately.

"Good girl......."

Cocking his head to the side, he easily lifted her up into his arms.

"But you're not off the hook just yet."

Y/N stuck her hands out to keep her face from slamming too harshly into the desk, cheek pressed on the cold surface as she felt Yunho lift her skirt higher to expose her ass. She looked over and noticed him loosing up his tie, tearing it off him before grabbing both of her hands and placing them behind her back, wrapping the tie around them and rendering them unable to move. "Look at you, looking so small and pliant...... like you aren't some filthy little whore."

He began to slowly tease her, slapping his massive cock onto her cheeks and then sliding it across her slick folds. Y/N pushed her ass more out, wanting him to just shove it inside her.

"Oh, are you desperate to cum little one? You want my big fat cock inside you to fuck you dumb?" He cooed at her.

She immediately nodded.

"Yes! Please Yunho! Fuck me dumb!" She begged him, wiggling her ass for him to give in.

She began whining when he still made no move to give in.

"Yunho! Would you please-Ahh!"

With no warning, he tore right inside her, hips setting a rough and fast pace. Y/N tried to grip the desk but was reminded about the fact her hands were bound behind her back. Frantic and staggered moans came out of her mouth as Yunho kept hitting her g-spot, making her previous ruined orgasm suddenly spike up once again. He noticed it too, feeling how her walls began squeezing around him.

"Go ahead. Cum, I know you want to."

Needing no further instruction, she came all over his cock, a long drawn out mewl of his name all she could say as she panted heavily as she was coming down from her high. She had no time to relax though as Yunho simply sped up his thrusts, taking advantage of her sensitive state.

"Y-Yunho no! Please! T-too much!" She cried out, earning her a slap on her ass.

"Shut up! You wanted to come so badly? And I'm happy to deliver."

His grunts and her piercing screams could probably be heard all the way across the hallway, but neither of them cared, Y/N because she got him to finally break and him because he got to claim her as his own. Taking a hold of one of her thighs, he lifted her leg up to rest on the desk, hitting even deeper inside her. Letting out ragged and hoarse grunts, Yunho slightly pulled Y/N up using the belt around her neck.

"Tell me who's fucking you this hard? Who's making you feel this good? Hmm? Answer me!" He smacked her ass once again.

Y/N tried to answer, but all that came out was incoherent gibberish, unable to form any words. Yunho couldn't help but release an evil laugh at the state she was in.

"Awww. I really did fuck you dumb. You can't even remember any words. Let me help you refresh your memory."

She let out a shriek when his hand came down to slap her ass.

"A."

He smacked her once again.

"B."

A third slap resonated through the room.

"C."

She had tears falling at this point from her eyes due to the overstimulation and from the seering pain on her bum from how hard his hand was slamming down on it as he continued to say the alphabet out loud for her. She knew he was definitely going to leave more than a few hand prints on it. He was barely getting to the letter 'N' when she began spasming underneath him.

"Yunho! Stop! I'm-fuck!"

She couldn't control herself as she began squirting from how hard he was thrusting in her, a pool of her liquids forming on the floor. When Yunho saw, he let out a groan of accomplishment, feeling smug at getting her to burst out of control. He wasn't satisfied though, he was nowhere near done with her. Not changing his pace at all, he continued his relentless attack on her throbbing and swollen pussy, one hand holding her down in place while the other went to stuff his fingers inside her mouth.

"I know how much you love my fingers. Such a slut for them. You get horny just by watching them during class."

He felt her muffled moans on his fingertips, followed by a choked out grunt when he pushed the deeper in her mouth.

"Tell me? Do you even remotely think Seonghwa or Hongjoong can compete with me? Can they?!"

Whimpering pathetically, she shook her head as she felt another spurts of liquid drip down her thighs. She was beyond worn out at this point, but wanting to push her past her limit, Yunho began untying her hands.

"Look at you making such a mess on the floor. Tell me if anyone can make you drip as much as I do? Can anyone make you cum for yet a fifth time?"

He took out his fingers from her mouth to let her try and talk.

"Please! Yunho! I c-cant! Can't!" She wailed.

Her pleas fell on deaf ears as he flipped her onto her back, holding her legs up onto his wide shoulders and quickly slipping inside her once again.

"Yes you can and you will. I know a little cumslut like you can give me one more, just as messy as the last two."

At this point, her nails were raking along the wood underneath her, her vision blurry from all the overwhelming pleasure she was enduring, her thighs aching from how hard his fingers were gripping on them, prints no doubt were going to be left on them, evidence of all that happened in those 4 walls. She was no longer aware of anything around her, the only thing she could hear was the sound of their sweaty skin slapping against each other and the squealching sounds coming from where they were connected. She muttered something incoherent which she could not even understand herself, but Yunho knew what she was trying to say.

"Come on. Give it to me. Make a mess all over me and then I'll fill up your dirty little hole with my cum."

His thrusts were erratic and sloppy at this point, hand coming down to slap her throbbing and reddened clit, causing her to jolt and squirt all over him once again, her body thrashing and quivering as she tried to move away from him but he just held her in place. With a few more thrusts, he shakily came undone, his hot and thick cum coating inside her walls.

"Fuck! Shit!"

His body collapsed on top of hers, breath hitching as he wheezed slightly. After a few minutes, he got up, bangs sticking to his forehead, sweat trickling down his cheeks and nape of his neck. She was in no better state than him, hair all disheveled and too dazed out to even think. Pulling out of her, a light trickle of liquids came out, falling onto the puddle that was already there.

"Oh my god." Yunho was astonished by the mess they created, unable to stop the shy giggle from escaping his mouth.

Pulling his pants back up, not caring about the wet stains all over it, he turned his attention back to his girlfriend. Bending down, he cupped her cheeks and began peppering kisses all over her face, fingers moving the hair away from her forehead.

"You ok my little princess?" He checked on her.

"Tired......can't...move." Through labored breathing she managed to answer him.

"Don't worry my tiny doll. I'll take you back to my place and take proper care of you."

Grabbing her limp arms, he wrapped them around his neck before lifting her up as if she was nothing more than a piece of paper. Y/N mumbled something with a whiny tone as she buried her face in his neck. Yunho chuckled as he processed her words.

"Well......ok. Just because I kinda feel bad at the state you're in, I'll give you another chance to redo your essay. But I want it turned in before the week is over ok?"

She nodded softly, arms clinging tighter around his neck as they walked through the empty hallways.

"And you say you're not the type to have a teacher's pet." She poked his chest slightly.

"Ya, behave or I'll punish you little pet." He gave her a halfhearted warning, that he knew he'd never follow through on after her heard her fussy little whine.

As they were nearing the exit, they were caught by none of than Seonghwa and Hongjoong, who were talking amongst themselves and stared in shock when they saw them together. Yunho protectively moved one of his hands underneath her thighs to press her flowing skirt to her body, not willing to allow them another glimpse at what was rightfully his. With a completely calm demeanor, he smiled at them.

"Hey guys. Don't mind us, we're just going home so if you'll excuse us."

Walking past them, he tried so hard not to laugh at their shocked and bewildered expressions.

"Oh! By the way, if you see the custodian, tell them I'm sorry about the mess."

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delicate; b.barnes

chapter twenty - “collateral damage”

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word count: 2k

synopsis: bucky and y/n deal with the emotional fallout of her departure from wakanda.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: mildly suggestive content, nothing explicit, 18+ readers please.

The flight home was wretched. Sleeping on the jet was impossible. Every time she shut her eyes she saw his face. If her mind did somehow manage to drift off to sleep, Y/N dreamed of him and woke up trying not to rip her hair out.

"We can still stay in contact, right?" Bucky asked as they were walking back from the waterfall.

They had left their catharsis by the water, still upset, but now calmer and more logical.

"I don't think so..."

"What? Why? It's not like we don't have the technology to do it."

"I know, but.." Y/N trailed off, trying to think of a sensible excuse.

Obviously they could stay in contact if they wanted. But any kind of phone call would be able to be tracked or recorded. That, and she didn't want him to hang on to someone who betrayed him. She couldn't imagine the guilt she'd have hearing Bucky's "I miss you's" or "Baby doll's" from miles away, knowing she lied to him.

"You don't even have a phone..."

"That's an easy problem to fix."

"I know... I just think you should focus on the rest of your healing, and... you know, I'll have a lot of work once I get back...." she took a breath. "I don't know if it's super healthy for us to cling on to each other when it... may be better to move on..."

"Move on?"

"Yeah..."

Bucky stopped walking and turned to face her. They both stood still and he stared at her, confused, as if he was trying to figure something out. He knew her well. She was scared he'd see right through her.

"So let me get this straight. When you're here we can talk all the time and... plenty of other things. But when you're away we can't even call each other?"

"Bucky..."

"That's not all, is it?"

She sighed. "I'm just... worried... about- like-... getting in trouble. If someone overhears or tracks a phone call...What if someone finds out where the 'Winter Soldier' is and comes here to exact revenge?"

That was partly true. She'd never want anyone bad to find out where he was. But no one was tracking her phone calls; she wasn't really a person of interest. In all likelihood, it probably wasn't something she'd have to be terribly worried about.

However, if anyone overheard or saw Bucky on the phone, they'd know it was her, and she doubted anything she could say would convince them that she didn't tell him about the arm.

Or maybe no one would find out. She just didn't want to take the chance. The last time she took a chance, this happened. She wasn't willing to do it again.

He stared at her with dejected eyes. "You know you don't have to worry about me. I'll be okay."

She rested her hands on his forearms and laughed sadly. "Bucky, I don't think I'm ever not gonna worry about you."

He was already in her heart. She didn't think he could leave now.

He let his eyelids fall shut. "I really don't want you to go."

She closed her eyes as well and let her forehead rest against the top of his chest.

"I know. I'm sorry. I don't want to leave you either. But you're gonna do so well, even without me. And every day I'll wake up and think 'wow this man is sexy and has good coping mechanisms! I wish I was him!'"

In the midst of his sadness, she made him laugh. It was a despondent, quiet laugh, but she managed to lift his mood all the same - even if just a little bit. She'd always make everything better.

He gazed down at her, eyes heavy, and without even thinking about it... "I love you."

She looked down at the grass below her feet. "Buck..."

"I do. I'm sorry but I do."

She wrapped her arms around the middle of his back, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her in tight, one arm up her back and the other cradling her head.

In the tiniest whisper, she let the truth flow out from her chest. "I love you, too."

The clouds provoked her, so peaceful and quiet, while her head was a big, loud mess. Y/N leaned her head on the window, glaring at them and wondering if she should've said what she did. That she loved him. Internally, she debated whether or not it would make things worse. But she wasn't going to see him again; she might as well have left him with the truth.

Time was lost to her. She thought she would be landing soon, but she couldn't be sure. She couldn't be sure of anything anymore.

-

Bucky sat at the lake - their lake - and just stared into the water. It felt so strange to him, that she was gone. One minute she was here and now he was just... alone.

It was so quiet. Too quiet. Of course being alone was quiet, but after Y/N left, the air just felt empty.

He wished he could talk to her. Whenever he was upset, all he wanted to do was talk to her.

"So, is this... d-do we say goodbye now?" he asked when they got back to his hut.

"Yeah..." she sighed. "yeah."

"Are you going back to Europe?"

"Yes. Belgium. Haven't been in my apartment in forever."

"Belgium," he wondered. "It's nice there. Safe. What are you gonna do for work?"

"Probably just continue where I left off on my research. Fancy brain stuff, ya'know?"

He grinned, proud. "My smart girl."

She looked around her, as if watching for something. Or someone.

"Buck, I think I have to go now."

"Just one more minute? Please. I wanna remember you like this. Not sad and crying."

Y/N smiled, grabbed his hands, and kissed his knuckles. Both flesh and metal. Because they were both part of him and she loved him. All of him.

Then, she placed both his hands on either side of her face. Softly she said, "remember me like this," before bringing their lips together.

He looked down at his vibranium arm, twisting his wrist to watch how the plates whirred.

Since the first moment he put it on, he had been using it to be gentle, loving, and affectionate. This arm was good. This arm wasn't used for death and destruction and violence.

With this arm he held her, kissed her, loved her. And now she was gone. And now it felt like dead weight.

— ONE WEEK LATER —

Whenever Bucky looked at his bionic arm he saw her. It began to make him sad.

His hair had been getting longer and longer. He could cut it now, now that he had two arms. But every time he tried, all he could do was stare at the arm and hear her voice in his head.

"That's your heart. That's you. You're all heart, Buck. You're so deeply, wonderfully human. All the way to your bones."

That was the first time he expressed real distress about missing a limb, he recalled. That was the first time they kissed. Funny how that transition was made, funny how she could remedy some of his worst emotions.

His days were boring and uneventful and nearly silent. He sat alone a lot. There was no laughter anymore, none of her laughter. There was no more holding, no more kissing, no more loving. The arm just felt... wrong? Like what it was born from had died.

-

In Belgium, Y/N felt incredibly uncomfortable. She knew she just needed to adjust to the change, after getting to used to life in Wakanda - life with Bucky. Her vacant apartment didn't feel as homey.

It had been, what, a year and a half? About a year and a half since she had been home. About a year and a half spent with Bucky.

Her apartment seemed so... barren. Void of life. And cold. She was used to the Wakandan heat. When she closed and locked the door behind her, she looked at the golden square that the sun cast through her window. It reminded her of that heat.

Y/N sighed, cursing her very own hippocampus for providing her with memory.

"God, I wish you had an AC in here."

She was in his bed. Well, she was on top of him, straddling him, in his bed.

"Is it hot or is it just you?" he joked, poking at her sides and trying to not pout at the loss of her lips.

"Ha. Ha," she rolled her eyes and brought her face back to his.

"Wait," Bucky said and gently pulled her face away to examine it. "You are a little warm."

"It's okay," she quickly tried to resume their previous activity.

"Hold on-" he got cut off as Y/N kept pecking his lips over and over.

"I have-"

Kiss.

"An idea-"

Kiss.

Lightly he pushed her shoulders away, nearly giggling. "Stop it! Just wait a second!"

Bashful, she conceded. "What?"

"Just-" he reached out and put the vibranium hand on her forehead, effectively cooling her down a bit. She closed her eyes and flashed a goofy smile.

"That feels nice."

Then, suddenly, he wrapped both his arms around her back and flipped them over so that he was on top. He smirked.

"Oh yeah, you just wait."

She hung her keys up and took a deep breath, absorbing the emptiness. This was her new normal; she just had to get used to it.

-

"I just- I don't really... I don't think I need it," Bucky tried to explain.

Want it, he thought. I don't want it. I can't stand to even look at it.

"You don't need it?" Shuri asked.

"Yeah, it-uh it takes a bit of getting used to and I think I just need a break. And I wouldn't want to damage it so... figured it's better with you."

He was better at lying than he gave himself credit for.

"Okay," Shuri accepted his answer and began to detach the bionic arm. "But you let me know if it's uncomfortable or painful anywhere so I can adjust it. Alright?"

"Alright. Thank you."

Finally he was rid of it- that cursed metal weighing down on his soul. Maybe now he could focus on other things. Maybe. It didn't seem likely...

However, as the days drew closer, it did make him slightly - only slightly -  less nervous about the trigger word experiment. Now he didn't have a weapon attached to him. Though he reckoned he was the weapon.

No. He wasn't supposed to think like that. He knew Y/N wouldn't want him to. He knew she would say something like, "You aren't what they tried to make you into. You're you and all HYDRA's awfulness can't change the good at your core. My Bucky. You're perfect."

He'd deny to high heavens that he was the farthest thing from perfect. Bucky had no clue how she could say such things. But her conviction never faltered.

Soon enough the day came. The experiment. All he could think about was how she was supposed to be there. He didn't want to do this without her.

But now, he found himself sitting at at a fire on some mountain with one of the Doras. It was dark and it was scary. He was scared.

"It is time," said Ayo.

Nevermind want. He wasn't sure if he could do this without her.

"Are you sure about this?"

"I won't let you hurt anyone."

He was still scared. He still didn't trust himself. But, staring into the fire, he thought back to a past conversation.

"You don't have to trust yourself. That's hard enough as it is and Hydra didn't make it any easier. You just trust me, alright? ... And I will not let anything happen to you."

Bucky didn't have to trust himself. He just had to trust her. Even if she wasn't here, even if she was on another continent, all he had to do was trust her. When Ayo began reciting the trigger words, that was the one thing thing he held onto. The one thing that kept him afloat.

His trust in her.

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