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[gyusimp]

°•Lord Muzan feels tired after work

⚠️ WARNINGS: NSFW | Smut content | Fem reader | Fingering | Semi-oral | Minors DNI!

Finally the one-shot I promised! I changed the initial idea so I basically rewrote the whole thing again because of a dream I had and it gave me all the inspiration I needed lmao it even gave me an idea for another longer fic with Muzan. I ended up doing it in the canon Taisho Era so enjoy!

Art credits for the creator (not mine)

It wasn't physical fatigue that he felt, after all, the progenitor of demons was tireless. He was rather fed up. Fed up with his employees, his servants, humans in general and how exhausting it was to be the only perfect and intelligent creature among them. His day had been full of problems today.

The current role he had was that of a young and rich businessman, owner of a company importing foreign products whom he murdered in order to carry out his plans and continue increasing his fortune. He forged a few papers, impersonated some people and murdered others and so the company was his now but that included all his stupid and useless employees. He was so fed up with damn humans, sometimes he avoided dismissals, it depends on their mood and how efficient they were at some point then Muzan fired them, otherwise he just called them to his office simply to kill them.

Then a few months later he met you, a young and beautiful woman in the business world with a company dedicated to natural medicine and importing medicinal plants. You were an essential piece in his plan to conquer the sun. He married you when he had the chance to but you eventually found out that he wasn't human. How come you were still alive then? You discovered it on your own, you didn't make a fuss or try to run away from him, you simply let him know that you already knew through small clues or ways of acting, like you were in charge of closing all the curtains in the house during the day but you didn't ask the servants to do it for you. Your loyalty to him remained despite knowing what he was and that was not lost on Muzan.

One night, he told you what this was all about, if you hadn't left despite knowing his condition then you had to stay alive. Muzan gave you the choice if you wanted to become a demon or not but whatever your answer was, you had to serve him for your entire life. The fact of being immortal did not tempt your human weakness but you told him that by having the ability to walk under the sun, you could be his eyes in the light of day and help him do different things so you both ended up accepting. You were legally his wife, so in front of everyone Muzan treated you as such although there were times in private where he was still a little soft on you, plus, he is an attractive looking man which led you to feel some things more for him , taking on mind his demonic nature.

Today had been a terribly long day, the fatigue in Kibutsuji's body caused the veins on his forehead to stand out strongly under his skin, his red eyes appeared and his pupils turned into vertical slits like a cat's.  He took off the black trench coat he was wearing and left it on the coat rack at the entrance, his fangs grew to normal size after having hidden them all day, as did his sharp blue nails, making one of his servants tremble who should have already gone home. The man next to him was observed with indifference, his skin was pale and he was sweating coldly having seen the small transformation of his master, then he remembered the stories of those man-eating creatures that the women of his town told the children.

"A monster! This man is not human!! MISS KIBUTSUJI, THERE IS A DEMON IN THE HOUSE!" the man shouted trying to alert you.

His shrill screams tried Muzan's patience and when the man turned to walk up the stairs towards you he was cut into pieces in less than 2 seconds. The reddish and thick liquid splashed Kibutsuji's face making him sigh and wipe it with a handkerchief as well as his hand, the drops dripped on the stairs and when he walked next to him he moved it with too much disgust using his foot and continuing his way towards your room upstairs.

Like a gentleman, he knocked on the door before entering and upon hearing your voice he entered the room. You hadn't heard anything but his murderous look told you that he wasn't in the best of moods so you didn't say anything. You went to the bathroom in the large room and put on a pearl-colored sleeveless sleeping dress with a matching silk robe. Just like your husband, you preferred to dress in a Western style, you left your hair down and went out. You found him sitting on the edge of the bed, with both hands together mumbling some things, noticing how stressed he was and without saying anything you knelt on the bed behind him and started massaging his shoulders. You were involved in the world of medicine since you were little, so you knew the points where stress usually accumulates. Feeling your hands exerting pleasant pressure on his body, Muzan couldn't help but tilt his head to the side and put aside everything he was thinking, he took off his tie and closed his eyes, sighing tiredly. You continued caressing his neck, shoulders and back until slowly his muscles relaxed and his veins stopped showing under his skin.

"Can i...?" You asked, bringing your hands to the collar of his shirt.

You unbuttoned the entire garment and got rid of it completely leaving his naked and well-worked torso exposed, you continued massaging his shoulders and back until he felt good enough to close his eyes and lay his head on your chest, feeling your breasts very close to him. Your hands were soft and light, with a sincere and warm touch making his thoughts go elsewhere. While you continued doing your thing, he got rid of his belt and unbuttoned his pants without you realizing it, then grabbed your wrist with some force and brought you in front of him so that you were sitting astride his lap. As soon as you sat down, he took it upon himself to stare at you and open the robe you were wearing to see your breasts under the thin fabric of the nightgown and how your nipples were beginning to stand out. He took off your robe and then grabbed the hem of your nightgown to pull it up and take it off as well. A few seconds passed, he lightly patted your thigh to make you lift your butt so he could get rid of your panties as well, leaving you completely naked under his gaze. He gently took your hand, still looking at you, and brought it up to his face to caress it against his cheek and kiss your palm elegantly.

"You are a rather attractive woman...worthy of bearing my last name." You felt so lucky when he took the time to compliment you since you knew his disdain for almost everything.

You melted at his touch, at his kisses, but an unusual sensation on the skin of your hand made you look in that direction. You saw how a mouth began to form in Muzan's palm with teeth, tongue and everything. You knew about all the changes and transformations that his body was capable of so it no longer surprised you at all since he also knew how to use those changes to your advantage. Muzan smiled at you with seductive malice and with his free hand he grabbed your waist while the hand with his mouth went straight between your legs, placing his palm just below your pussy. You couldn't help but moan and startled a little when you felt his warm breath hitting you, you felt his tongue come out from his palm and begin to suck and lick all your folds. You looked at Muzan with a huge blush as you grabbed his shoulders. While his palm was in charge of your center, he brought 2 of his fingers to your hole, making you arch your back as you felt him enter and arch his fingers inside you. Both sensations made you begin to moan his name and move your hips on him to increase your own pleasure as he hardened dangerously beneath you. His entire mouth sucked on your pussy, playing with it with his teeth and pressing your clit against his tongue over and over again as he moved his fingers and the mouth on his face kissed and bit your neck and collarbones. You were starting to get very wet, the saliva and your juices between your legs making you feel very hot and slippery. Muzan's free hand took you from behind to bring you closer to him and caressed your back until it went down and reached your butt, then he went to your bust and began to knead one of your breasts between his fingers, causing you endless moans.

"Aa-aah...Muzan! Aah!" You could barely speak properly.

You rubbed your center on the palm of his hand while the mouth beneath you devoured you completely, you listened to the wet sounds that leaked beneath you and imagining the dirty scene aroused you more and more. The simple act of letting the Demon King fuck you as he pleased turned you on no matter what. Muzan was going too fast and every rub on and lick on your folds was killing you, you clung tightly to his shoulders making scratches that regenerated immediately feeling your orgasm getting closer to the point of not even being able to stay upright. Your head leaned down, leaving your left hand on his shoulder while you held on to the bed with your right as if your life depended on it, never stopping moaning or moving.

Muzan watched you from above, proud of the mess he made of you, of how he was able to lower such a prestigious and elegant lady to such a level, making her beg for more as if she were a prostitute. You were close, he knew it by the way you squeezed his fingers tighter than before and he didn't want to let this moment pass him by. Muzan grabbed your chin to make you look into his eyes.

"Look at me...you're about to cum, aren't you? I want you to look at me..."

You tried to raise your face towards him but lust was stronger than your five senses, your body was heavy with pleasure and you could barely open your eyes properly. You didn't heed his request and that might make him angry so this time he held you tighter, digging his nails into your soft flesh making your cheeks sting.

"I told you I want you to look at me when you do it...it's an order." He demanded.

You clung to his shoulders without stopping moving and he increased his speed, you squeezed him again and just when you felt yourself on the edge you looked down but forced yourself to half open your eyes and look up again just as you screamed of pleasure as you feel all your whitish and slippery discharge come out from your core, wetting all of Muzan's hand under you where his mouth did not waste a single drop.

"Your taste is very pleasant, dear. I would never get tired of it." He licked his lips.

You were shaking in his lap, sweating all over your body, and a huge blush came over you again when you looked down and saw the mess you had left in his pants. Muzan smiled evilly at you and pushed you on the bed to change places and position himself over you after having completely gotten rid of all his clothes.

Your hair was a mess on the bed, your chest rose and fell trying to normalize your breathing and you could feel your sensitive folds throbbing after such a strong euphoria. You finished having your orgasm, you were wet and slippery and Muzan wasn't going to waste that.

"It's my turn, precious."

He told you, showing you his fangs in a smile and in less than you expected he opened your legs to position himself in the middle of you, he took one of your legs behind your knee and placed it on his shoulder without letting go and then entered you with a single thrust making you moan intensely. He didn't care that you had not yet adapted to his size, he began to stretch you and move repeatedly inside you until he aroused you again. You could hear his soft moans and grunts in your ear as he moved, you took him by the shoulders again and adjusted your legs so you both felt better.

Even though this was only the second round for you you felt almost dead tired, your legs and waist were starting to hurt and you envied the way your husband wasn't even sweating. A pleasurable sensation formed inside you as you felt the crashes of each of his thrusts against your clit and the pressure you felt on it again and again causing you to stretch your toes and squeeze Muzan very tightly again. He loved feeling you that way, you drove him crazy with pleasure and you noticed how the veins appeared again on his back and arms but this time it was due to the strong arousement he was feeling. He had the nerve to lift his head from your shoulder and moan heavily as he closed his eyes and increased his speed, feeling you suck him deep.

"Fuck...you're perfect nngh, you're even better than those 12 fucking idiots." He moaned, complimenting you.

You loved pleasing your husband and even more so seeing that you were doing a good job. Knowing that you could manage to put the Demon King in such a vulnerable state turned you on more, making you eagerly wait for his orgasm and the second one on your part, but on the other hand it made you nervous. Muzan's arousal was as strong as 10 men combined every time he fucked you and his release was just as intense or even more so, so when he tilted his head back after you cum again, you felt a huge amount of his falling inside you reaching the bottom of your insides, spilling the rest between your legs until forming a whitish stain on the bed, under the two of you.

The way Muzan felt his scent permeate your flesh once again made him feel powerful, it was a way of claiming you as his because no matter how many times you showered or cleaned yourself, how many days went by without him fucking you, Muzan let his cells inside you, so that any creature that knew of his existence would also know that you belonged to him.

[kiarastromboli]

I missed u (Matt Sturniolo x Y/n)

Masterlist.

Warning: Smut content, don’t like it = don’t read it :)

Summary: You and your boyfriend Matt haven't seen each other for two weeks, and it's becoming unbearable for both of you.

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Matt and I have been a couple for over a year now. Since the beginning of our relationship, we've always been very close, to the point where I don't think we've ever gone more than 2 days without seeing each other until last week.

I didn't think his absence would affect me so much. This week, Matt has been particularly busy with his YouTube channel, and he and his brothers have had quite a few projects to manage lately. As for me, I've been swamped with work; we're entering the Christmas season, so my job is busier than the rest of the year.

Anyway, it's been more than two weeks now since I've had the chance to see my boyfriend, and I feel like I'm going crazy. I have trouble sleeping without him, and I won't lie about the fact that I really want him right now. I know he feels the same way. The only times we've had the chance to call each other in the past two weeks were for him to relieve some pressure because, according to him, he "can't do it alone."

This leaves me desperate in the situation. I've tried to distract myself by masturbating several times, but it doesn't help. I'm incredibly horny, and the only thing that could help me right now is Matt.

I was quietly in bed at 1 a.m., unable to sleep as usual, when I was alerted by a message from my boyfriend on my phone.

I knew teasing Matt wasn't a very good idea, firstly because he's been just as horny as me lately, so I knew it would frustrate him. Secondly, it would end up frustrating me too...

I could see Matt starting to type and then stopping, as if he was hesitant to send me a message. After waiting for several minutes, I decided to put my phone down when I realized he wouldn't respond.

Well, at least that's what I thought before receiving another notification on my phone...

I got up from my bed to walk over to my wardrobe. I pulled out an assortment of lingerie I had bought a few days ago for this special occasion, especially for Matt. It was a blue lace set, Matt's favorite color. I knew it would drive him crazy to see me in it. The garter belt gave me a goddess-like figure, and the bra held my chest perfectly, although I knew Matt wouldn't waste a second to tear it off. I was already completely wet at the thought.

Barely finishing tidying up my room, he was already there knocking on my door. I hurried to run and open it for him in my little outfit.

"Hi-" he began to say before I cut him off, pulling him towards me by his collar and kissing him as I opened the door for him to enter.

"So eager," he said, disconnecting our lips with a smirk.

He took a step back to observe me in more detail when he saw what I was wearing. I could see his pupils dilate. I spun around to give him a better view, and he grabbed me by the waist after running his hand over his face to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"Do you like what you see?" I asked, smiling.

His grip on my waist tightened as I locked eyes with him. He licked his lips and bit them, continuing to look me up and down.

"Do you remember your safe word?" he asked, bringing his hand to my throat to force me to look him in the eyes.

"Ketchup," I said, chuckling to tease him. He tightened his hand around my throat, eliciting a soft moan from my lips.

"I'm serious, y/n. What's your safe word?" he said in an intimidating voice, bringing his lips close to mine.

"Hmm, red," I said in a tiny voice, biting my lips. I could feel a warmth building between my legs just from his voice.

His eyes left mine to gaze at my slightly swollen, rosy lips from our previous kiss. A smile played on the corner of his face before he started advancing towards my bedroom, not letting go of my throat.

"Kiss me," I begged when we reached my room, and the back of my legs touched the side of my bed.

"What did you say? I think I misheard," he replied, amused by my impatience and desire.

"Please, Matt, kiss me," I pleaded, frustrated that he wouldn't press his lips against mine again. I looked pathetic, and he loved it.

He took off his t-shirt. "Show me that you deserve it," he said, chuckling before pushing me onto the bed so that I sat right in front of him.

I raised my eyes to him, giving him an innocent doe-eyed look. He looked at me as if he were a predator, and I was his prey. My eyes drifted to the bulge in his gray sweatpants in front of me before returning my gaze to him.

"Don't play shy with me, baby. I know you're dying for it. Take it," he said in an authoritative tone, grabbing my hair in a ponytail to clear my face while licking his lips.

I brought both of my hands to the elastic of his sweatpants, pulling them down to his ankles, leaving him in his boxers. He was bulging in his boxers; I had almost forgotten how sizable it was. Not too big to be unmanageable, but just big enough to fill me where I needed it. However, it had been a while since we had been intimate, and I already dreaded the pain I would likely feel when he penetrates me.

"Stop looking at it like that, suck it before I shove it down your throat, y/n. Don't make me wait," he said, abruptly pulling on my hair, making me sigh in surprise.

I started to palm him through his boxers, looking him straight in the eyes. I could see the intense desire burning in his eyes, making me smile in the moment.

"This is the last time I'm warning you, y/n. Stop teasing me, take it," he said, trying to hold back a frustrated moan when I removed his boxers.

"Or what?" I said, smiling playfully. I wanted to push him to the edge; I knew he wouldn't be gentle with me, and that's what I wanted.

He smiled, licking his lips to suppress a chuckle.

"You want to play like that, huh?" he said, running his thumb over my lips. I quickly took it between my teeth and nodded, looking him in the eyes.

"Fuck, I missed you so much," he said, removing his thumb from my mouth to grasp his member and press it against my lips, signaling me to open my mouth, which I eventually did.

Without warning, he immediately thrust it deep into my throat, catching me off guard and making me cough around his cock.

He chuckled but didn't stop his momentum. He began guiding my head back and forth faster and faster. I tried my best not to choke and to suppress my gag reflex every time he hit the back of my throat.

"I missed fucking your pretty little mouth like this, princess," he said, breathing rapidly. "You're so good with your tongue," he added, throwing his head back, making me moan around his cock.

Tears started to flow down my cheeks due to his constant abuse on the back of my throat, and he quickly noticed, coming to wipe my tears away with his thumb.

"Look at you crying like a baby when you were acting all tough just a few minutes ago," he said with a smirk. I furrowed my brows, unable to help but moan every time he opened his mouth to say something.

I was completely at his mercy, and I loved it. He let go of my hair to grasp my face with both hands before thrusting into me at an inhuman speed. He released moans and groans, and it only excited me even more.

He pulled out of my mouth suddenly, causing me to let out a sigh of relief and frustration. "Why did you stop?" I asked, breathless.

He leaned in to kiss me fiercely. "I'm not done with you, baby, don't worry," he said, smiling against my lips before pushing me to move back towards my headboard. He was now positioned above me, his lips glued to mine without any struggle for dominance; his tongue didn't have to fight for control.

His hand moved from my cheek to my neck, then to my chest, where he paused for a moment to play with my nipples through my delicate lace bra, making me moan again, this time into our kiss. I felt completely intoxicated, drugged by him, by his lips on mine, and his hands on my body. I was on fire, completely consumed by him. I wanted him to do unimaginable things to me.

His hand left my chest to roam my waist, where he sank his fingers before descending to my lower abdomen.

My breathing quickened; he was getting closer and closer to where I needed him. I couldn't take it anymore; I only dreamed of one thing: him touching me.

He started playing with the lace of my panties, frustrating me at the moment. I wanted him to go further, but I knew he was punishing me for my previous behavior. "Matt, please," I said, moaning and closing my eyes. I needed him to touch me; I was dying for it.

"Please what, baby? You're a big girl; formulate a proper sentence, princess," he said with a big smile. He knew exactly what I wanted; he just wanted me to say it. He enjoyed seeing me beg; he loved it.

"Please touch me, I need you. Stop making me wait. I promise to behave like a good girl. Please, touch me, Matt," I pleaded, moaning pathetically. He directed his lips to my neck before finally touching me through my panties.

I let out a sigh of relief when I finally felt his fingers apply pressure to my clit. He made agonizingly slow circular motions, and I began to squirm against the mattress, frustrated because I wanted more. I needed more.

"Matt," I said in a frustrated moan, feeling him smile against the skin of my neck. He slipped his hand into my panties this time, letting out a surprised moan in my ear when he felt how wet I was for him.

"Soaked like a little slut," he said before coming to suck marks on my neck.

"Yes, your slut, and only yours," I replied, moaning when he started massaging my clit harder and faster. I couldn't help but moan at this point; it was stronger than me. I could feel that familiar knot tightening in my stomach; I had been waiting for days to finally climax properly.

But suddenly, and without warning, as I dangerously approached my orgasm, he removed his hand from my panties. I raised my head with a frustrated moan once again. He sat up to look me in the eyes with a satisfied smile. "What's wrong? Were you about to come? Did I stop at the wrong moment?" he said, chuckling.

"Matt," I told him, looking at him with frustration for what he had just inflicted on me. He took me by the waist to switch our positions this time, him below and me just above him.

"You're lucky it's been two weeks since we've done anything. If it weren't the case, I would have left you hanging to punish you for how you behaved with me," he said, grabbing me by the throat before giving me a hip thrust, rubbing his erection against my still clothed pussy.

I let out another moan before leaning slightly forward to rest on my arm placed on his chest. "Take off your panties before I tear them off," he said, smiling.

I moved off him to remove my panties and then straddled him. He directed me towards his face. "Ride my face, baby," he said authoritatively.

I hesitated for a moment before giving in and positioning myself just above his face. His arms wrapped around my thighs as if to prevent me from escaping his grasp. I slowly let myself fall onto his face, and when I felt his tongue on my pussy, I thought I was going to go completely insane.

He began to lick my clit going progressively faster and humping against me which sent vibrations directly against my clit, I hadn't put my weight on his face for fear of smothering him but I could feel my thighs weakening as the minutes passed. He began to lick my hole assiduously, his nose rubbing against my clit which pushed me even further towards my orgasm, his fingers were planted in my thighs when he felt them trembling because they were weakening, he came to press on them to force me to put all my weight on his face.

I tried to resist but I was so obsessed by the effect he was having on me that I finally cracked, leaving all my weight on his face, which caused the pressure of his nose on my clit to increase, making me moan louder than the previous ones.

I started rubbing back and forth on his face controlled by my pleasure it was all just too much for me the sensation in my lower belly started to become unbearable "M-matt- oh my- fuckkkk" I said closing my eyes feeling my orgasm approaching.

I raised my pelvis because I felt that all this stimulation was too much for me, the orgasm that was dangerously close was driving me crazy but Matt had another plan in mind with the help of his arms he came to press again on my thighs to force me to stay in place, he started to eat me with more passion I threw my head back when I felt my orgasm coming "fuck- I'm going to cum. "I groaned, almost screaming, at the pleasure he was giving me, and suddenly the pressure was off again. I came all over his face, shouting his names and a few insults along the way, before letting myself fall onto the bed next to him.

My eyes were closed, I was out of breath and Matt came to stand beside me, kissing my cheek before whispering in my ear "I'm still not done with you", I could hear his smirk in the tone of his sentence.

He straightened up and turned me against the mattress, now on my stomach. "Matt, wait, I'm too sensitive," I said, turning my head slightly towards him. He grabbed me by the hips and arched me so that I was level with his pelvis.

"I don't care you can take it I know you can." he said in my ear before straightening up and rubbing his member against my hole. His free hand caressed the length of my back before grabbing the back of my neck and pressing my head against his pillow.

He knew it'd been a while so he gently pushed inside me and I let out a moan of pain at the burning and stretching sensation, he stopped halfway through to ask me "Are you all right princess?" and I couldn't help but smile at his concern, it was so paradoxical that he should ask me that after fucking my throat like a monster and giving me one of the most powerful orgasms I'd ever had.

"Yes, baby, you can move, I just need to get back to your size," I said, moaning softly. He moved forward again until he hit bottom and let out a beautiful moan.

"I can't believe this pussy is mine." he said as he caressed my ass before starting to stroke back and forth.

"Fuck you're really tight I'm not going to last very long." he moaned clutching my hips as if his life depended on it.

I felt like I'd gone completely stupid because of his cock, it was going exactly where I needed it to go, the only sounds coming out of my mouth were moans and my boyfriend's name, as if my memory had been wiped and those were the things left out of my vocabulary.

He started to speed up the movement and he brought his hand to my clit to play with it was still super sensitive so I couldn't help gesticulating when he did that.

"I'm gonna fucking cum y/n" he said in an animalistic moan his movements had become severely fast he was slapping the bottom like I'd never been able to feel it in my belly.

"Cum with me princess." he said as he felt my pussy clench around him I didn't need to speak he knew my body by heart he knew I was about to cum.

And after a few more thrusts I came for the second time, my vagina convulsing around his cock, pushing it to the edge before he cum inside me.

We stayed in that position for a moment, just long enough to catch our breath, before he pulled out of me and lay down beside me.

With what little strength I had left, I snuggled up to him, "I love you, baby," he said, running his hand through my hair.

"I love you too," I replied in a tired voice with my eyes closed.

"I'm going to run you a bath, my princess, and I'll drop you off at work in the morning, don't worry." he said with a smile before standing up.

Masterlist.

[azrielwingspan]

RED SERPENT (Mob!Bucky x f!reader)

Chapter 2- Bastards and Pawns

Chapter 1

Summary: King and Queen of New York. The one who knows how to play the game, survives.

Warnings: Violence, mature content, sexual themes, foul language.

Disclaimer: I do not condone any of the actions written in this story.

"Came back at 3am and went to his office." the maid whispered as you cut into your omelette with a silver knife.

"Hmm....pour me a glass of orange juice, will you Betty?"

"Yes, Mrs. Barnes." Your thoughts rang through the silence as you chewed on your omelette, your hunger long gone.

"Oh...and Mr.Barnes hasn't had his breakfast yet." Betty whispered again, her urge to please beyond satisfaction.

Nodding in understanding, you quickly wiped your mouth with a napkin and stood up.

"Thankyou, Betty. You've done well...as always." Giving her a small smile, you grabbed the glass of orange juice and made a beeline towards Bucky's office, a plan forming in your head.

Something had happened last night. Something crucial. You'd stayed up most of the night trying to figure out what could have gone wrong. The security was on high alert and Bucky hadn't returned to the room at all.

Damping down the irritation rearing its head once again, you walked into his office. Sitting there, his lip busted open and stains of blood on his white shirt was your beloved husband.

"Good morning." Walking leisurely, you placed the glass of orange juice on the table. His eyes stalked your every movement as you took a second to scan him all over. He still had his jacket on, the first few buttons on his shirt unbuttoned giving a view of his blood smeared chest. Only James Bucky Buchanan Barnes could look sexy half beaten up.

"I hope the other guy is dead."

A smirk crawled onto Buckys face as he gave a slight nod.

"Good." You redirected your gaze to the documents spread across the table, taking a quick glance at the titles in bold. "When were you going to tell me?" you ask, voice deceptively calm and composed.

The only response from the man was a heavy sigh as he leaned back in his chair.

"I asked you a question, James." your sharp edged voice cut through the silence left behind by your husband.

"I know." his eyes had never left your face, a certain coldness in his gaze.

So this is how he was going to play. Bastard. Over the year, he had come to trust you with his business operations but it was never a hundred percent. Some days, like this, you could see the mistrust and the hesitancy in his eyes. To be fair, if the positions were reversed, you wouldn't have trusted him either. However, you had the innate need to know everything.

Every. Single. Thing.

As they say, knowledge is power.

Letting out a breath and loosening up the tension in your body, you walked around the desk to Bucky's side not breaking eye contact with him. Once you were in front of him, you gave him a small smile and sat down on his lap.

"James darling..my dear husband." Running a knuckle down his face you leaned closer to him, a pulse of satisfaction shooting through you as you saw his eyes darken. His hands were still placed upon the arm rests but you knew he was struggling to hold back. Good.

"I am your wife. Your partner. Your biggest ally." Running a thumb across his split lip, your gaze momentarily dropping and his hands slowly making their way to your hips, you dropped your voice to a whisper.

"So when someone tries to fuck with OUR business, I need to know." His hands gripped onto your hips as you pushed yourself down onto him, the growing tightness beneath his pants making you smug.

"Now tell me.." you continued. "Why did Tony Stark send a hitman after you ?"

His hands loosened immediately, surprise flashing across his features. It was your turn to watch him silently as the cogs in his brain worked. The lust filled haze had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

"It doesn't involve you, Y/N." he said sternly. "It goes way back. Old rivalries."

"Hmm." Placing your hands on either side of his face, you made him meet your eyes. "Being a widow doesn't suit me, James. It's...detrimental to my image and capabilities."

Scoffing in amusement, he took his bottom lip between his teeth. You decided to stay silent and let him spill the beans soon.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

A deep breath and...BINGO.

"I blocked one of the more important deals of his life. He would have been unstoppable if it had gone through. But now...he'll never get the opportunity again."

"So you've been trying to kill each ever since?" you asked sarcastically.

Men and their stupid fragile egos.

Bucky held back a laugh as he said "No..I must admit this attack was quite out of the blue."

Your thoughts were going so fast that you barely keep up.

This changes things. This changes everything.

"Well...go take a shower. You need it." You got off of his lap abruptly only to be yanked back.

"Ja—"

“Now doll..I do admire your incessant need to know the ins and outs of my life but I do not appreciate your maid snooping around.” His hands slid down to your ass and grabbed it. “I think she’s done enough. Don’t you think?”

You tried your best to maintain a poker face. Of course he knew. He was the white wolf. He could sniff out bullshit from a mile away.

He must have been satisfied with the look in your eyes because he said “Good. I’ll see you at lunch.” And that was that.

Shooting a cold look at him, you left the room grabbing the glass of orange juice on the way.

The headlights of your car cut through the foggy night barely illuminating the surroundings.

He was late. Idiot.

This was such a delicate game. One wrong move and you could end up dead. That was the thrill of it. So as you waited in the car drumming your fingers against the steering wheel, adrenaline rushing through your veins, you went through the possible outcomes of your actions. All of them equally deadly. Perfect.

A break in the fog ahead of you cut through your thoughts.

Finally. 10 minutes late.

You got out of your car grabbing the envelope of cash with you. Heels clacked against the pavement as you reached one of your pawns.

"Took you long enough." you said sharply, handing over the envelope. "Twenty in cash. The rest in cheque."

A brisk nod followed by "It's always a pleasure doing business with you...Mrs.Barnes." The mocking tone used to address you did not escape your notice.

You smirked at him and his impudence. "I wish I could say the same."

That was that.

Getting back into your car, you watched as Alexander Pierce disappeared once again.

Chapter 3

[whumpril]

Whumpril 2023 approaches!

Rules:

Anyone can participate.

Any media form is allowed (art, fic, gifs, music, whatever).

You can participate however much or as little as you want, no pressure to complete every single day.

You can post your work anywhere on the internet, Tumblr, Ao3, etc.

Tag potential triggers and NSFW accordingly.

If you want to be counted as an official participant and have the chance to be featured on the blog, post your content during the month of April. You can still use the prompt list after April ends.

I can’t guarantee that every single work will be featured but I’ll try to reblog as many as I can.

To increase your chances of being featured here, tag your post with the event name and the prompt of the day that you used (For example: #whumpril2023, #whumprilday1, #red alert) 

You can also @ the blog, @whumpril.

Full write-up of the prompts can be found under the cut!

Whumpril 2023 Prompts:

1. Red Alert | Distress Call | Panic Attack

2. Stress | Insomnia | “Get some rest.”

3. Rope Burns | Knife to Throat | “Hold still.”

4. Ache | Massage | Needle

5. Defiance | Dragged | Stifled Scream

6. Salve | Painkillers | Bad Coping Mechanisms

7. Numbness | Unsteady | “You look pale.”

8. Nausea | Comfort Food | Dehydration

9. Pinned Down | Bruises | “Who did this to you?”

10. Shiver | Breathless | “I’m scared.”

11. Nightmares | Bedside Vigil | “I’m right here.”

12. Friendly Fire | Toxic | “Get away from me!”

13. Blurry Vision | Support | “I think I need to sit down.”

14. False Smile | Holding Back Tears | “I said I’m fine.”

15. Isolation | Flinching | “Do you trust me?”

16. Guilt | Shock | “I’m so sorry.”

17. Cry For Help | Self-Treatment | “I can’t do this.”

18. Abandoned | Escape Attempt | “Take me instead!”

19. Choking | Muffled Sobs | “I’m worried about you.”

20. Disoriented | Sensory Deprivation | “Where am I?”

21. Scars | Fracture | “It’s just a scratch.”

22. Sponge Bath | Infection | “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

23. Smoke | Bloodstains | Sharing Clothes

24. Secrets | Under Duress | “What have you done?”

25. Heart Racing | On the Run | “We’re being watched.”

26. Explosion | Short on Time | “I won’t leave you!”

27. Forced To Kneel | Grabbed by Collar | Stepped On

28. Bedridden | Semiconscious | Light Sensitivity

29. Surrender | Punishment | “Final warning.”

30. Holding Hands | Human Shield | “Don’t let go.”

Alternative Prompts:

If there’s a prompt above you don’t feel inspired or comfortable doing, you can switch it out with one of these alternatives!

1. Ice Pack

2. Ransom

3. Gaslighting

4. On the Edge

4. Waiting Room

5. Un/Forgiveness

6. Food Poisoning

7. Heat Exhaustion

8. Forced To Crawl

9. Mandatory Leave

10. Search and Rescue

11. “Don’t push me away.”

12. Words That Can’t Be Taken Back

13. “Let me know if you need anything.”

[natashaslesbian]

Healing Is Never Linear | SJ

Summary: Your mom is there for you in your lowest moments

Request: Can you do scar x daughter reader is 15-16 and has manic depression and is currently in a depression episode and has a sh relapse

Word Count: 774

Warnings/Content: Self Harm / Depressed Reader / Manic Depression / Depressive Episode

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You felt guilty as soon as you did it. As soon as you saw the red seeping through your skin you knew you’d failed. You’d tried everything to avoid this but your mind was just too loud. You needed it to be quiet. You felt the tears well up behind your eyes as you tucked the blade into your palm, squeezing it tightly. You wanted to hurt. You wanted to hurt so that you couldn’t feel what had come before. You only released your grip when you heard the front door close.

Scarlett knew that you were at home today, it was obvious following the weekend that you wouldn’t be able to handle school this week. So your mom cut all her work days in half in order to be there for you. She knew that you struggled but her heart ached at the knowledge that there was nothing she could do to fix it, apart from be there. You were 12 when Scarlett first noticed your wild change in behaviour. At first she thought it was just you becoming a teenager. Your sluggish movements and constant moodiness fit the examples her mom fiends had given about puberty. Little did she know this was something much bigger.

When you heard the familiar sound of your mom downstairs, your guilt only grew. You craved her affection yet you knew you’d let her down. “Y/n I’m home” Scarlett repeated when you didn’t answer. You inhaled a large breath before exiting your bedroom. “Oh there you are” your mom smiled when you appeared at the top of the staircase. Scarlett’s grin instantly faded when she saw your tear stained cheeks. She climbed the stairs slowly as to not alert you to her panic. You had your arm held tightly against your chest as she approached, terrified that she would be angry with you.

She didn’t say anything, but deep down she knew. You slowly pulled your arm down to reveal the littering of cuts across your skin and eventually opened your palm to reveal the blade. “Please take it” you whimpered. Scarlett kept her actions calm “I’ve got it” she said as she gently unfolded your fingers and removed the blade from your hold. “I’m sorry mama” you sobbed as you fell into her arms. “It’s okay, it’s okay I promise. Thank you for telling me, I’m always proud of you no matter what” the blonde said as she rocked you slowly to and throw. “Let’s get you cleaned up okay” she said softly.

You sat in silence as Scarlett gently bandaged your wounds, she was light in her touch attempting to reduce the sting of the antiseptic wipes. You leant all of your weight against your mom’s frame, tucking your ashamed face into her neck. She hummed softly to distract your mind although it didn’t really work. “You’re alright” Scarlett cooed quietly, placing a small kiss over every wrapped cut. You felt the tears well up behind your eyes again and used all of your might to keep them back. Your mom gently took a hold of your cheeks “it’s okay, let it out, it’s okay” she said as she pressed lightly onto your soft skin, helping to ground you.

You let out a sigh as you finally allowed your tears to fall. “I thought I was getting better mama” you cried. “You are baby, you are getting better” Scarlett said as she lifted you up into her arms, carrying you back through to your bedroom. Your mom’s affection was often infantile, but you adored it. As soon as the blonde set you down on the bed you pulled her to join you. The two of you settled bellow the duvet “you have to remember that getting better isn’t always about going forward” Scarlett whispered as she began braiding your hair. “There are bumps and twists in the road sweetheart and that is ok. Just think about where you were 2 years ago, you’ve come so far baby. I am so proud of you” she said as she pulled you tighter.

You craved the feeling of your mothers bare skin so began clawing at her shirt. She understood immediately and removed the clothing restricting you from enveloping in her comfort. “I love you mommy” you sniffled, still not meeting her gaze. “I love you more y/n. Always and forever” Scarlett said as she gently forced your gaze towards her. You finally looked into her emerald eyes and saw nothing but love and pure adoration. You knew then, though deep down you’d always known, that your mom would be there for you even on your darkest days.

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A/N: Thank you sm for reading! I decided to keep this one short as it’s a little close to home for me<3

- Astara Bell

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[nataliasquote]

Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist! Alongside my work on Wattpad and AO3, you can find all my mini series and oneshots linked down below. I usually only write for Natasha Romanoff and occasionally Yelena Belova, but feel free to send in any requests. But no smut, I’m not comfortable with that :)

Natasha Romanoff | Series

[F = fluff, A = angst, H = hot af ]

⧗ Double the Trouble AU | WandaNat x daughter: [F] Natasha and Wanda have their work cut out raising twin girls. But despite the struggles and the arguments, there is nothing that would break the bond this family has created

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

Canon oneshots:

A Day Out: [F] summer and sunshine calls for family trips out. To the zoo, naturally[2.9k words]

Groceries: [F] Natasha volunteers to do the weekly shop. Mundane, perhaps, but with two babies, things are never smooth sailing [1.4k words]

Cuddles: [F] a tipsy Y/n only wants one thing when she comes home from a party- Natasha’s hugs. And who is Natasha to refuse cuddles from her teenagers? [800 words]

New Families: [F] Natasha was content keeping her little family to herself. But Yelena and Melina weren’t. Which is how the family of four find themselves in Ohio, resurfacing memories for Natasha and challenging the three year olds in a whole new environment. Isla loves it, Y/n… not so much [4.4k words]

Yelena’s Day: [F] it’s finally Yelena’s turn to babysit the twins… a big responsibility for a usually messy Russian. [4.3k words]

Switch Up: [F] Yelena is back, the twins are older, and her scheming ways do nothing but backfire. a mother always knows… [3.3k words]

⧗ My Songbird AU | Natasha x Willow (O!C): It’s the 70s. Final summer of high school. Why not spend it getting high, partying and sneaking off with your girlfriend in a town that is so disapproving of anything deviating from the norm.

Mood board | part 1 [F]

⧗ Back in Time | Winterwidow x daughter: Natasha and Bucky’s daughter seeks comfort in her Aunt Wanda as her parents go missing on a mission. She doesn’t ask for much, she only wants to see them again.

part 1 [F] | part 2 [A]

⧗ Midas Touch | Maid!Natasha: no amount of money will ever save a broken marriage or a broken woman. But maybe the right person can turn everything she touches into gold and this time won’t be cursed to break everything she cares about.

part 1 [F + A] | part 2 [F + A]

Natasha Romanoff | Oneshots

⧗ Promises: [A] Natasha and Anastasia didn’t know love… not until they found it in each other. But the Red Room was cold, in more ways than one [2.6k words]

⧗ Ghost of You: [F + A] Learning to move on after Natasha’s sacrifice is the hardest thing in the world [3.2k words]

⧗ Lost in the Fire | f1 AU: [A] A horrific crash tests Natasha’s nerves to the limit as she has no choice but to sit back and watch from the garage. Her girlfriend and her sister push themselves for that all important win. [4.5k words]

⧗ I Will Rescue You | natasha romanoff x adopted daughter reader: [F + A] An alert from the Red Room sends Natasha, Yelena and Bucky on a last minute mission. But what they find is far from expected… [3.7k words]

⧗ Can’t You See This is Breaking Me: [A] Natasha isn’t quite ready to give her entire life for the woman she loves [5.2k words]

⧗ Tattoos For Troubled Minds: [F] Natasha struggles to trust anyone when it comes to touching her body. But that becomes rather difficult when a tattoo idea comes into her mind that she just can’t shake [3.6k words]

⧗ Midnight: [A] Natasha has never learned how to rest, and at midnight is where she is most vulnerable [1.1k words]

⧗ I Know What You Are: [A] The bane of Natasha’s existence had finally slipped up but when sent to eliminate her, feeling get in the way far too easily. [5.9k words]

⧗ Mustang | cowgirl Nat AU: [H] The mayor’s daughter. A bounty hunter. One has freedom, the other does not. But will one fleeting night be enough to convince Natasha to leave everything she’s ever known behind? [4.3k words]

⧗ Is It All For Nothing?: [A] You just want a friend. Is that so bad? How is it fair that everyone else gets one but you. What did you do that was so wrong? [1.3k words]

⧗ Welcome To My Head At Midnight | song fic: [A] Natasha Romanoff is her own worst enemy and maybe this fight isn’t one she’s so sure she can win. [2k words]

⧗ Sunkissed By An Angel: [F] the perfect lazy morning in the Romanoff summer beach house. [1.5k words]

Yelena Belova | Oneshots

⧗ For Her: [F + A] Yelena tries to find the balance between spending christmas with her girl and tracking down Clint Barton… [1.7k words]

[nonexistent-introvert]

Snores

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Content: Joel's loud snoring kept you up at night. Joel felt guilty for it and tries to make up for it. Fluff!

A/N: You can't convince me that Joel doesn't snore. Anyways, my break ended which means i'm going to be busier than ever before but here i am writing at 1am so you best bet that i will still try my best to write often. Plus!! I'm trying to gain ideas for hug me pt 2 so that would be my main wip for now. Enjoy this drabble before i disappear for god knows how long

  You were so close to strangling your dear husband who was sleeping peacefully next to you. While he was in deep slumber, you lay beside him frustrated as you listened to his snores that never ended. The red numbers on the clock on the nightstand beside Joel, reminding you just how many hours of sleep you were missing out on and how the sun was going to come up soon. You let out a frustrated groan while you used your pillow to cover your ears, hoping that it would at least muffle the sounds of his snores. 

  You propped yourself up with one arm, turning to Joel’s side to stare at him. His mouth was slightly ajar as he snored loudly. You simply stared at him, planning some sort of way for him to shut up. Your body screamed for rest but the loud snores beside you kept you awake. It almost seems like Joel could sense your stare on him, he snorted before turning to his side to avoid your glare. You fell back onto the bed in relief, you finally had peace. You tucked yourself back into bed, nuzzling your nose into the pillow, excited to finally get the rest you needed. 

   At this point, you thought Joel was doing this to spite you. The moment you felt yourself drifting away, his snores came back, louder than ever before. Putting your relaxed body back in an alert state. The scowl came back onto your face while you glared at Joel again. His clock beside him let out two beeps, signaling that yet another hour has passed. You now officially had 3 hours to fall asleep before you had to wake up again. 

   It was true how they say love blinds all. In this situation, the obvious solution was to wake Joel up. However, whenever you looked at him, you just couldn’t bear to wake him up knowing that he needed to get up for patrol also plus, he already had a long day and deserved the rest. But you were oh so close to just cutting off his air supply by putting the pillow you had wrapped around your head onto his nose. Sound can’t travel through a vacuum right? Your fingers drummed against the surface of the mattress angrily, love is complicated. 

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   “What are you doing here?’ You were about to kill the person who had woken you up again. You mumbled a bunch of curse words at Joel, kicking your feet at him to ask him to leave you alone. Joel crossed his arms, your figure was curled up on the couch.“Feisty.” Joel commented, staring at how you buried your face back into the pillow. “Go to bed and sleep darling. You’re gonna get sore if you sleep here.” He nagged to your already unconscious form. You were exhausted. Joel smiled softly, his strong arms easily lifting you up. You stirred awake in his arms, inhaling his scent. The moment your body came into contact with the comfortable mattress of your bed, you had fallen back into your slumber. 

   “Darling, I put off waking you up for as long as possible already but we need to go out for patrol.” Joel’s thumb was caressing your side. You groaned, turning away from him. “Come on, I made coffee already. Tommy will be on our ass soon. Or worse, Maria.” Joel dragged you up. You simply fell into his arms, the man has zero idea what torture he had put you through last night. 

   For the entirety of the morning, you remained silent. Joel slowly trudged beside you on his horse, giving you worried glances every once in a while. Did he do something wrong? But he knew this wasn’t you giving him the silent treatment but more of you running out of social battery already. Something was definitely bothering you, but he didn’t know what. The constant scowl and furrowed eyebrows were also a sign. Joel gripped the reins a little tighter, he had tried his best to start conversations with you but all he got were half-hearted replies and grunts. 

   When the both of you finally managed to reach the safe house. You collapsed onto the couch with a satisfied grunt. The feeling of being able to lie down and rest your already aching muscles was like heaven on earth. Joel put down his bag, checking the both of you in like usual. His eyes fell onto your figure again, your arm was covering your eyes while you lay down. 

  “Darling,” Joel called out as he towered over your figure. You stifled a yawn while you removed the arm that was covering your face, humming in response to him. Joel’s heart dropped, your eyes were swollen and the dark eye circles around your eyes were a darker shade than usual. “Why do you look so tired?” He questioned. Your eyes widened and you sat up, you even took a calming breath. Joel stiffened, he had hit a nerve. “Why am I so tired?” You repeated in a mocking tone as you met his eye. “Hmm, maybe because I had one of the worst sleep in my life yesterday? And I am also running on-” You checked the watch on your wrist, “2 hours plus of sleep?” You finished. “Nightmare?” Joel guessed. You punched him lightly in his ribs, “The nightmare was the fucking snoring from you yesterday.” You scolded, lying back on your back. “I don’t snore.” Joel defended, he always did that when you told him he snored in his sleep. You shook your head at him, “You being in denial used to be funny but now it is getting on my nerves.” You warned. Joel sat down beside you, putting your legs on his lap. “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad…” You chuckled at him, “Yeah, I was awake till like four in the morning Joel. You would stir awake and I would get a few moments of peace before it starts again. What were you doing? Trying to set a new record for the loudest snore?” You ranted to him. Joel swallowed, guilt making his heart clench. “Was that why you were on the couch?” 

   “No shit Joel.” You deadpanned, “And then you woke me up when I finally got to sleep. Joel, I was this close-” You lifted your index finger and thumb like you were pinching something in mid-air. “To just murder you in cold blood.” Joel laughed, massaging your legs that were in his lap. “I’m sorry darling, you should have just woke me up.” He suggested. You remained silent, knowing that you would never be able to bring yourself to wake him up. 

   “I’m sorry” Joel muttered again as he kissed you, a simple kiss that expressed all the guilt and apologies he felt for keeping you awake. A light tint of red coloring his cheeks, Joel was embarrassed by his snoring habits. The last time someone had complained was probably Sarah, he only snored when he was having a good sleep. The nights of sleep he had for the past decades in the apocalypse were plagued with nightmares and even when he was asleep, his mind was alert enough to react even to the softest of sounds. Tommy had always joked about how Joel’s snores would have gotten him killed. 

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   After that day, Joel would play his guitar out on the porch until 12. You were puzzled at first, even offering to stay up with him. Joel was a morning bird and you were a night owl. He always slept at 10pm without fail and you would sleep earliest at 11pm, However, Joel was insistent that you go to sleep before him. 

   He also started bringing back flowers that he got from the greenhouse, claiming that they had extra. Joel also traded his precious coffee beans for the tea that you preferred. When you questioned him about it, he brushed it off as a craving for tea. You narrowed your eyes at him, knowing that Joel never had a single cup of the tea he had sacrificed his coffee beans for. 

   Later you would find out that Joel had pulled favors with the people who were in charge of the greenhouse for the flowers. The gardeners who were curious about the sudden appearance of Joel Miller coming for flowers had questioned you about it. “Was it your anniversary?” was among the many guesses they made. You simply shrugged, telling them that Joel had claimed that it was extra. You lied awake on the bed, staring at the ceiling. You were thinking about Joel. trying to figure out the reason for his unnatural behavior these days. 

   The door creaked open, you closed your eyes, pretending you were asleep. Joel stared at your form from the door, trying to determine if you were asleep. When he finally concluded that you were asleep, he carefully crawled into bed. He laid there facing you, admiring you for a while. 

  “Sorry for interrupting your beauty sleep.” He mumbled into your forehead before pressing a kiss there. You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips. The pieces of the puzzle finally connecting in your head. 

  Those actions, the weird behaviour. It was Joel Miller’s way of apologising. It was his way of ensuring that he doesn’t bother you again with his snores and making up for the hours that you had lost due to his snores. Your heart warmed, Joel had broke and changed his routine just for you and everyone who knew him knew he was a creature of habit. 

   “I love you.” You mumbled, pulling him closer to you while you buried your face in his chest. He stiffened slightly, surprised that you were awake. Joel put his arms around you, tangling his legs with yours. 

  “I love you too.” 

[fanandfiction]

For Lunch

How Arcane Characters Would Eat You Out... (part 2)

Summary: A balanced diet usually consists of three meals a day. Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. Which will you be joining us for today?

AN: Surprise, I live! One minute I’m having a manic episode, writing every day for a whole two weeks, the next thing I know 4 months go by and my will to live has been completely nonexistent. Don’t you fear though bc low incomes got your back and for the time being I’ve got my ✨sparkle✨ back! (take your medication kids! you wouldn’t have it if you didn’t need it!)

Word Count: 2.06k words

Warnings: +18 MDNI, Cunnilingus, Oral (F receiving), Fingering, Cheating, Overstimulation, Jayce is a switch lmao, Threesome, F/F/M, Mild Exhibitionism, Mild Voyeurism, Spanking, Corruption kink, Mild Dubious Consent.

Characters: F! Reader, Jayce (ft Mel), Cassandra, Silco, Vi. (You can tell who my favorites are 😣)

THERE IS NSFW CONTENT BELOW THE CUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Cassandra sips a glass of red wine from her office balcony most mornings. As the councilwoman’s secretary, you usually scurry around the office or run small errands for her in the city.  Some days, when her silly little husband or naive daughter works her nerves just right, Cassandra needs to release her pent-up frustration. That’s where you come in. It’s your job to alleviate her stress and workload; what better way to relieve stress than having your secretary bent over your desk for brunch? You were always so good to her, never causing her the stress her daughter did, always willing to try the things her husband would shy away from.

One of Cassandra’s dainty gloved hands massages your ass, squeezing the supple flesh as her other hand is lodged in your sopping pussy, slowly fucking you with her long, slender fingers. It’s a privilege to have an audience with the councilwoman like this, so if you want to cum, you must beg for her, she says. At the same time, she’ll exhale lightly against your clit, teasing you all the more. You have no choice but to beg for her, not that you weren’t seconds away from dissolving in a blubbering mess anyway. The stimulation from her fingers alone was divine, but they were nowhere near enough to get you close to the edge. So you do, like a pathetic little puppy, you beg for her. You plead for her to let her anger and frustration out on you.

            “Please, Miss,” you whimper. “Use me, give me all your stress. I’ll take it, all of it.” 

 If Cassandra’s feeling nice, she’s quick to give you what you asked so nicely for.  She’ll move you to your back with your legs spread to make it easier on her own - you will never catch the counselor on her knees for anyone. She’s quick to press her de-gloved fingers back into your pulsing entrance, her mouth joining them this time, nibbling and suckling your clit. You try your hardest not to scream in pleasure- the last thing you want to do is alert someone to what is happening. But with all her stimulation, you can feel yourself tumbling toward the edge. Failure is inevitable, and you moan loudly when your orgasm consumes you. 

Cassandra slows for maybe a minute as you're coming to, your pussy is pulsing around her fingers, and you’re trying to flinch away from how sensitive you feel, but she’s not stopping. She chuckles into you, steadying you with her free hand, “I’m still very frustrated, my dear. And we haven’t even gotten to the main course. I’m afraid you might need to readjust my schedule after lunch.” 

Jayce would have you at the grand table in the conference hall after a relatively gruesome meeting. He would claim that after such a long boring conference, he needed a snack- he was “just absolutely famished.” You were quick to offer yourself to him, and he wasn’t hesitant to accept your offer. Jayce happily lapped at your cunt, savoring your juices almost as if he had been without food and water for weeks. There was nothing more Jayce wanted than to taste your sweet release, and he had you close to cumming relatively quickly. Jayce is incredibly skilled with his mouth; while his tongue works dutifully, leaving long broad strokes through your folds, one of his hands stimulates your clit. His thumb circles it without remorse, and you’re sure you’re falling apart then and there. But to your surprise and dismay, he halts his movements. 

“Well, don’t stop now that you’ve gotten caught,” Councilwoman Medarda stood tall and as elegant as ever in the doorway. You didn’t hear her come in. In shock, you try to get up, but Jayce halts you. Heeding her wishes, Jayce continues, holding you in place with his free hand. 

“I- Councilwoman- I-I’m sorry!” You squeak, trying to shuffle away from the persistent counselor between your legs. 

She strolls into the room, her hips delightfully swaying as she makes her way to join you. “Don’t be. You’re not the one in trouble- What a good aide you’ve been, helping this greedy dog get his fix,” Mel says. She stands in the inner portion of the table, near your head, peering down at you. She reaches down and begins gently massaging your breasts. “I think if the poor dog wants to eat so bad, we should let him eat, and eat, and eat until his heart's content.” 

There's no time for you to ponder or even process what she means. Your first orgasm comes crashing over you as Jayce takes your clit between his lips and pushes his fingers into your dripping heat. He doesn’t stop, and you can quickly feel the familiar tension returning in your lower abdomen. You attempt and fail to choke back sobs from the overstimulation. His fingers thrust in and out of you with remarkable precision and consistency. As you cum a second time, Mel comforts you by wiping the sweat from your brow and cooing gently in your ear. “There, there. If you waste all your tears night now, you won’t have any for the main event.”

Silco was a busy, busy man. It’s hard work running the undercity and raising a daughter with a loaded, trauma-filled past. So naturally, after a relatively long week of chem barron negotiations that went virtually nowhere, Silco’s patience was wearing thin. He didn’t have time to entertain you or put up with your bratty antics. That, however, has never stopped you, and you don’t take neglect from your beloved too well. If anything, it makes it ten times harder on Silco. You ramp up your brattiness and constantly interrupt his work until he snaps, deciding nothing can move forward until you’re punished. 

Paper and pens are strewn off his large oak desk in seconds, and your body replaces them just as quickly. You're bent over the cold surface, standing on the tip of your toes as you present yourself to him. Your knuckles pale as your grip tightens in anticipation around the edge of the desk. “Is this what you wanted, my attention?” Silco says as he makes quick work of discarding your undergarments. You hum “yes” happily when the cool air hits your sopping cunt. 

“Well, now you’ve got it, my little dove,” he says, groping and massaging the globes of your ass. Don’t be fooled. Silco isn’t letting you off scot-free. Not after all the strife you’ve caused him. His right hand lifts from your ass, and before you have time to register what he might do with it, it’s coming back down hard against your behind. You let out a surprised squeak, tensing when Silco grabs the tingling flesh.  

“ Count them,” he says simply. With little warning, the next one comes down as ruthlessly as the first. 

One, two, three, four, five. You heed his command and count each one. Every harsh slap is heavy and quick, causing your breath to become quick and shallow. 

Your ass is on fire, but that doesn’t stop your pussy from clenching desperately around nothing. As Silco harshly squeezes your burning flesh, his thumb makes its way to massage your tight button hole and your pussy entrance, teasing you. You whine and whither in his grasp. “Do you need something?” Silco’s low vibrato causes shivers to run down your spine. 

“ I need you, please,” you whimper pathetically. 

“We’ll get there, dove…Right now, we’re teaching you a thing or two about patience,” You can feel Silco’s warm breath graze against your entrance. “Keep counting.” He says as laps at your pussy.

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten. He slaps your neglected left side just as aggressively as the other. Both sides tingle, radiating heat as Silco devours you. It’s hard for you to focus, but you manage all while grinding back into Silco’s mouth. 

Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. Silco can tell you’re close by how you tense around his tongue, and your legs start quivering. He moves to suck on your sensitive clit, and you grind backward onto his nose. Moments later you're tipping over the edge, Silco guiding you through every second of pleasure. 

Once you’ve caught your breath, Silco retreats, you don’t dare to move or get up. You hear him lick his wet lips and the metal buckle of his pants come undone. “Now onto the main course, my dove.” 

Due to her hostile nature, Vi had spent the first several years of her sentence alone within the concrete walls of Stillwater. The only human interaction she’d had was between meal times when the guards would bring her a tray of gray slop and stale bread or during hygiene hour when she is granted daily access to the showers. One day that changed, instead of being delivered the usual atrocity that was lunch, you’re delivered. Whether it be because her behavior improved or because the prison had reached a certain capacity, Vi didn’t know. When she got a good look at you, she quickly decided she was grateful to have a new cellmate either way. 

This innocence radiated from you, something Vi craved and hadn’t had for a long time. Something about you just screams, “she doesn’t belong here.” There's no way you were in this shit hole on anything more than petty charges, false ones even, Vi pondered. 

You fall into your place in the natural hierarchy so easily as well. Vi didn’t have to fight or intimidate you for anything. She was in charge from the beginning. Food, necessities- anything she asks of you, you give her. You never ask much of it. She kept peering guards off your back and ensured no bigger fish came to snatch you up. Although, maybe you should’ve been more aware of the peering eyes just behind you or the monster sleeping above you, waiting for the perfect moment to devour you whole. 

Before long, the tension you seem too naive to notice becomes almost overbearing for Vi. She’d asked you to scrub her down in the shower, wash her hair, and dry her off. You had done so dutifully, assuming the way she twitched beneath your fingers was due to stress and fatigue. It wasn’t until you found yourself face down against the cool bathroom counter and stripped of your lower garments that you considered anything else. 

“V-Vi!?” you stammer. Alarmed, you begin to thrash, trying desperately to face your cellmate. Only you find it’s futile. With one hand, Vi has your arms in a firm, unrelenting hold behind your back. 

“So innocent, so precious,” She drags out her words like a snake, grabbing and massaging your bare ass with her free hands. “I could just eat you whole.” 

Vi leaves you with no time to ponder her words before her warm mouth finds your cunt. She moans loudly at the taste sending vibrations coursing through you. You try to fight her, but your resolve is already weakening drastically, and your thrashing only serves to push you further into her warmth. 

“Mmh,” she hums. “You taste even better than I imagined.” 

“Please…” you whimper. 

“Please what? Do you want more?” She teases. Before you have time to deny her accusations, two of her fingers join her mouth, thrusting into your dripping hole. The feeling immediately shatters what’s left of your will to fight back. Kitten-like mews and whorish whimpers erupt from your throat. 

“There, there,” she coos, as your walls tense and un-tense tightly around her fingers. She can tell you’re close already.

Her mouth finds its way to your sensitive clit, and she begins sucking hard. With the combined efforts of her mouth and fingers, you're cumming in no time. Screaming out her name as your release finds you, your juices spill down Vi’s face. 

When she stands, her reflection in the mirror serves as your only method of looking at her. She wears a proud smirk on her face, watching as you pant and twitch beneath her. “What a good little slut you are. When we are done, everyone in Stillwater will know who you belong to.”

Next part- For Dinner - Set to include: Sevika, Renata Glasc, Finn, Jinx, Ambessa Medarda

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The Good People(@grosutina) have demanded, and here it is!

Some Movie recommendations for all you beautiful bastards out there😘

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Starting off with some italian goodness:

Cinema Paradiso (theatrical cut) - this is THE homage to cinema for me, one of my favourite ever endings, and Ennio Morricone's score is muah!

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Il Postino / The Postman (good companion to Cinema Paradiso I think)

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Babettes gæstebud /Babette's Feast

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Amadeus (1984) (you know me, of course it's here)

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The Fall (the treatiest of treats for your eyeballs)

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Trois Couleurs / Three Colours Trilogy: Blue, White, Red

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Terry Gilliam's Imagination Trilogy:

Time Bandits

Brazil (the 142 minute long version, my friend @dongtopus you might like this one since you were getting into Kafka, it's the closest to a kafkaesque nightmare I've ever seen)

The Adventures of Baron Munchausen

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La Grande Bellezza / The Great Beauty

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Dangerous Liaisons (recommend the book too it's a great read)

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Triple Feature of Irish Pain and Dark Comedy™ aka The Brendan Gleeson Cinematic Universe: Calvary (2014)

In Bruges

The Banshees of Inisherin

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Bonus Irish Pain™:

Hunger

In the Name of the Father

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And some Irish light fun to take a breather after those:

Waking Ned / Waking Ned Devine

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Some Michael Haneke cuz he's quickly becoming a favourite (warning: messed up and heavy content alert with this lad):

Funny Games (he directed both the 1997 og and the 2007 american remake, I've only seen the 97 one but I hear you're good with either, with the 2007 remake actually being closer to Haneke's vision)

La Pianiste / The Piano Teacher

Das weiße Band / The White Ribbon

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A Field In England (a recent fave, 12 days of shooting, 2 fields, clever editing and sound design gave birth to the best wizard battle put to film)

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El Laberinto del Fauno / Pan's Labyrinth (it isn't as talked about as other Guillermo del Toro films but it's still my favourite of his)

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The Seventh Seal (reminder to self to watch more Bergman, this is the only one of his I've watched shame on me)

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Some Van Gogh goodness:

Loving Vincent (fuck it 2 pics for this one cuz I can't choose)

At Eternity's Gate

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Some Claymation and stop motion goodness:

The Adventures of Mark Twain

Anomalisa

To be Continued...

[levelsevenlaserlotus]

Unsettle Me

This contains adult content, minors dni 18+

AN: Trying something new here so please be kind ❤️ Might expand on this depending on whether or not you guys would be interested.

Pairings: Dark!Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Warnings: Language, Stalking, Non Consensual Sex, Somnophilia, Violence, Obsessive Behavior and just general creepiness.

Summary: Someone’s been in your apartment, you know this because when you come home from work, dinners waiting for you.

Words: 881

Masterlist Part 2

You’re still shivering and dripping water as you walk up the three flights of stairs to your shitty New York City apartment. You had just gotten back from a five-hour shift on top of your full load of college courses. The only thing you wanted to do was collapse into bed and not wake up for at least a week, but you still had to finish your essay on the Cold War.

You’re yawning as you shove the key into the keyhole in the door, and step inside, but the sight on your kitchen countertop has you alert at once. A piping hot plate of food sits at the ready. You shuffle closer to take in the food in front of you.

Rosemary and lemon chicken breast, grilled asparagus and crispy potatoes, and a bottle of red wine with a glass already poured for you. The food is hot, you can see the steam coming off the plate as if someone had cooked it minutes ago.

You stop, your heart beating wildly as you work over what this means. You didn’t see anyone coming down the stairs as you went up…was someone in your apartment now?

Your eyes flick around your studio apartment, looking for any potential hiding spots, the closet opposite your bed was open, the space too small for anyone to hide in any way. Your eyes fall to the floor, peering into the darkness under your bed, your hand reaching into your coat pocket to get a grip on your keys. Your hands are sweating and you fumble to get the keys into the spaces between your fingers the way you were taught.

You crouch down slowly as I’d you were approaching a wild animal which you very well could be and pull your phone out in your free hand, the light of the screen illuminating the dark space. Nothing but plastic storage containers with your winter clothing.

You sigh in relief but the tension in your body doesn't leave, someone was in your apartment recently too. You swallow hard, considering your options, you suppose you could call the police but what good would that do? You had no evidence other than the food on your kitchen counter, if anything they would think you were some stupid college kids trying to pull a prank.

You turn and study the door to your apartment, there was no physical indication that anyone had forced their way into your home. Whoever it was must have their key, a chill goes up your spine at the thought.

You end up dragging the small bookcase across the length of your apartment to barricade the front door. Having something physical in between you and any possible intruder made you breathe a little easier.

Turning back to your supposed dinner you take a closer look, picking up the knife and fork already set out and cutting into the chicken breast. The skin was brown and crispy, the inside juicy and cooked perfectly. Your mouth waters at the sight.

You take a closer look at the bottle of wine, the label was in French but you recognized the name from a few upscale restaurants. Expensive, four figures expensive and only sold by the bottle.

Grimacing at the sight before you and all it indicates you carry the plate over and scrape the food into the trash without a second thought. You turn and take the bottle of wine and the glass too, as you go to pour it down the drain the sight of dirty dishes in the sink stops you.

A small frying pan, already soaking, a few miscellaneous bowls and utensils wet and soapy, almost as if someone was in the middle of doing dishes before they were interrupted.

You don't notice your shaking until you hear the smash of the plate you were holding shatter against the hardwood floors. It takes another moment to realize your beading slightly, the red liquid oozing out of your finger fascinates you before it alarms you.

Stepping over the broken ceramic you fetch a tissue to tamper the blood dripping down the side of your thumb. Your body’s slower, less fluid as you sweep up the shattered remains of the plate, your eyes unable to leave the view of the front door.

You shower with the bathroom door ajar and the curtain open, the busted shower heads getting water all over the floor but you are too paranoid to care. You’ll clean it up later. You’re skin itchy as you scrub yourself with a loofah and rub lotion into your skin.

You’re no longer shaking as you clumsily prepare for bed, pulling an oversized t-shirt over your head and slipping on a cotton thong. You curl up on your side, your eyes trained on the door 20 feet away. You slip in and out of sleep, snapping awake before exhaustion pulls you back under.

Just two miles north of you, Natasha watches you through her computer screen, her face impassive as she watches you sleep. Annoyance flares up in her when she remembers you didn’t eat the dinner she made for you or anything else for that matter. She sighed, you barely took care of yourself but it was okay, that’s why she was there.

[ricciardonorrisleclercgasly]

Snowed In || Lando Norris

Not my photos.

EXPLICIT CONTENT : UNDER 18s DO NOT INTERACT.

Requested: No

Pairing: Lando Norris X Reader

Warnings: oral sex m/f receiving, sex, language(?)

12 days of Ficmas: Day 3. Check out the link so see what’s coming up!

If you like my stuff then Here’s my masterlist

“We interrupt this regular scheduled programming to bring you breaking news, a red alert has been put in place this evening for heavy snow in the area. We urge people not to make unnecessary journeys, stay inside, stay warm and most importantly stay safe” the tv blared through the living room.

“Good job we didn’t have plans to leave the house anyway today” Lando laughed, throwing himself on top of you in the couch and wriggling underneath the blanket. “You can say that again, all I want to do in this weather is lie in the sofa, watch crap Christmas movies and eat all the bad food in the fridge” You smiled, wrapping your arms and legs around him. “And that is why I love you” Lando mumbled, his body melting into yours.

You laid there together for a while, simply enjoying each others company.

“It’s not a dress it’s a kilt. Sicko!” You spoke along with the tv. “Do you know this film word for word or something?” Lando raised an eyebrow at you. “I think you NOT knowing this film word for word says more about you than it does about me” you teased. All of a sudden a loud bang came from the TV and all the lights cut out around you. “Oh shit!” Lando yelled as you both jumped at the sound. “I think the powers out” he groaned. “Yeah I can see that you dodo” you rolled your eyes. “I’ll go grab the torches” you said hauling yourself of the couch and going to search for some lights.

After searching for what seemed like an age you still hadn’t found any batteries. You knew you weren’t the most organised of couples but you didn’t quite think it was that bad. “Lando!” You called through the ever darkening house. “I’m the the bedroom babe” he yelled back. You climbed the stairs and snaked through the corridors to the bedroom. A dim light coming through the crack of the door. You pushed it open gently to see the room lit from loads and loads of candles. Lando led under the covers of the bed “I guess your candle obsession came in handy eventually” he teased, “now come warm me up” he smirked.

You climbed into bed next to him cuddling up against him. His hand resting on your ass. Suddenly he scooped you off the bed on top of him, pulling you in close. “Lando!” You gasped in surprise. “What?!” He smirked, “we have no power, we need to find something to do” pressing kisses to your lips between his words.

You kissed him back passionately, your bodies moulding together in harmony. His hands gripping your ass tightly as your tongues danced together in each others mouths. You could feel his bulge growing underneath your pooling wetness. You broke away from his never ending kiss and started to press kissed down his jaw and neck, stopping momentarily to leave lots of tiny love bites on his skin, “oi, Halloween was 2 months ago Dracula” he chuckled. “I’m just marking you as my own” you giggled back. You continued kissing and nipping down his already bare chest, moving your hands to tug on the elastic waistband of his pyjama pants. He lifted his hips slightly so you could remove them from his body.

His hard member stood on end as it was freed from the fabric, your hand moving to hold the base as your tongue slipped over his tip. You slowly took every single inch into mouth, you moved up and down varying speed and pressure as you went. Lando moaned loudly under your touch as you pleasured him. You could feel your wetness drip from your throbbing pussy, pleasing your boyfriend always gave you just as much enjoyment as when his hands where on you too. You felt Lando grip hold of your hair, pulling you off of him and up to meet his gaze. “My turn” he smirked, flipping you on your back. He made easy work of your clothes, tossing them in a pile on the floor. He wasted no time in moving himself down to your aching core, licking a big slow stripe down your folds, instantly making your toes curl. Your hands came to grip into his curly locks, the stubble of his chin scratching at the sensitive skin. He licked and sucked and nipped away at your wetness, building up the tension in your core. His face buried in your crotch as you couldn’t hold it any longer, your thighs tightening around him, moaning loudly as you came. He emerged from your thighs, wiping your wetness from his chin and coming to kiss you passionately. Without breaking the kiss he lined himself up with you, pushing deep inside you. You gasped as you felt him stretch your walls with his length. Lando brought his hands to your thighs, leaning your ankles on his shoulders to give himself more access to every inch of you. His thrusts strong and rhythmically hitting you with every movement. “Lando I’m going to cum again” you whined as you felt the tension growing inside you again. “Then cum for me baby girl” he moaned out, sending you tumbling over the edge, pulsing around his cock. Your tight pussy now pushing Lando into his high, releasing all inside of you as he collapsed onto you.

He rolled off next to you, pulling you in close to him, still covered in each others sweat and cum. “Told you we’d find something to do today” he stuttered whilst catching his Breath.

[seven4asecret]

₊✩‧₊˚ Tipping The Scales Pt.4 ˚₊✩‧₊

Moonknight System x Layla x Gn! (Eventual Avatar) Reader

Content & Warnings: No pronouns, no Y/N, no Smut, descriptions of typical violence, eventual polyamory, & badly written fight scenes.

Ao3 Wattpad Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Chapter 4: You Really Can't Catch a Break

The adrenaline of the previous moments began to wane. Your arms ached, and the urge to rest threatened to overwhelm you. You blinked in a feeble attempt to clear the dark spots that began to cloud your vision.

Now was not the time for this. You had much more important matters to worry about.

One was that Steven, or Marc, wasn't waking up. 

"Come on, Steven, wake up." You pleaded, trying to push past the haze that clouded your mind. You could gradually feel your energy returning.

You knew he wasn't dead, you could sense it, but you couldn't help the tears threatening to spill anyway.

Layla frantically shook him, "Come on. Wake the hell up!" While you could barely make out her face in the darkness, you knew she was on the verge of tears herself.

Nothing.

He didn't move.

Layla turned to you, "We have to move him. We can't be out in the open like this." She grabbed ahold of his jacket. You nodded and moved to grab his legs.

Lights.

The source of the lights behind you illuminated the panic on Layla's face. You locked eyes. A cold feeling of dread formed in your gut. You had to get out of here now.

The both of you began frantically trying to pull Steven over the sand. You hissed as you felt your tired muscles stretch. 

A bang.

You turned as a cloud of sand sprung up just next to you.

Followed by another.

Then another.

The spray of sand alerted you to the many bullets burying into the sand only inches away from the three of you. 

You sprang back as a shot managed to hit just to your left. You lost your footing and began to roll down the dune. The impact of the sand was much harder than you'd thought it be.

You let out a groan as the spinning stopped. The dizziness began to clear. You brushed a hand down your face, attempting to wipe away any sand. You saw Layla, and Steven still unconscious, roll down after you.

The engine rumbled as the truck followed you. Its lights cut through the night. 

Layla ran towards you and grabbed your hand. You trailed quickly behind her as she led you behind the car from earlier. You glanced back at Steven. He still lay motionless at the base of the dune.

You wanted to go back, you couldn't just leave him. But you knew it was too risky, and you trusted Layla. She lowered herself, hiding from the view of the driver as you shuffled around the side.

She unlocked the back door, silently pulling you in behind her. The two of you lay on the floor of the car, panting. Lights flashed outside the windows. You held your breath, praying to whatever god would listen that none of you would be found. You could make out someone speaking over the rumbling of engines. 

Slowly Layla leaned to peek out a window and gasped. "They found Steven."

Your stomach dropped.

Layla reached over to you and grabbed a flare. She motioned to you to follow. The two of you silently crept out of the car. A few yards away sat another truck, its lights trained on Steven's unmoving frame. One man stood on the flatbed, inspecting the scene before him.

She turned to you and whispered, "We have to lure them away. Stay here for now but get ready to run."

Layla lit the flare, as she stepped out.

You watched her from behind the car. The hissing noise caught the man's attention, causing him to face the red light. He shouted something to the driver, banging on the roof.

You tensed as you watched the vehicle turn towards you, its headlights blinding you for a moment. As your eyes adjusted you spotted the man raising a gun. You pulled Layla back as you heard him fire, sending you both falling to the ground. 

Her face was suddenly inches from yours. She had landed on top of you. Her arms placed on either side of your head in an attempt to stop her fall. You stared at each other for a moment, eyes locked. Your heat hammered in your chest, and you were thankful that the darkness concealed the growing blush on your face. Now really wasn't the time for this.

She pushed herself off of you and pulled you up by the hand. You followed as she led you around the car, grabbing another flare. The rumbling of the engine drew closer as you held your breath.

Layla swung around the side of the car and threw a flare into the back of the truck. She motioned for you to duck just in time for it to explode in the back of the truck. You covered your ears as it was followed by another bang as a new shower of sparks rained down. 

You waited a moment, lowering your hands as you both adjusted to the silence. You moved to stand, letting out a sigh of relief. Layla turned to face a now conscious Steven.

"What?"

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The three of you had piled back in the car. You had taken your previous seat in the back, giving yourself some space to think. You gazed out the window as the sun began to peek over the horizon.

Once again, you were left without a role in this group. You had only your company and limited combat skills to offer. When Khonshu disappeared, he took your deal and the only way of making a difference with him. 

Khonshu...

He had hung around for as long as you had known Steven. At this point, his continued presence was normal to you. It felt odd to you now that he had gone. Your experience with him had been... strange, to say the least. At first, you didn't give Khonshu a second thought, then almost hated him after what he did to Steven, before being chased out of a building by him. Then he turned around and appeared in your flat, gave you answers, and offered you a way to help, healed you. Of course, it was beneficial to him too. He wouldn't have made a deal if it didn't. His desire to channel power would have matched the horrifying, dangerous entity you had read about. Along with the type that Marc warned you about. But he had been... gentle with you. Almost kind. He had taken care of your injury and asked for your help. Then in the desert, he had moved the sky to stop Ammit, knowing his fate. 

And then...

Then he called you his star, reaching for you as he crumbled. You couldn't ignore the fluttery feeling those words caused as you looked back on them. And now you couldn't stop the habit of searching for him. You still expected to see him perched on a roof as you drove by. You were a little shocked to realize that you missed the presence of the moon deity. 

And Steven. Steven. You had thought you'd never see him again. He had looked at you so fondly as he took your hand. It nearly made your heart burst. He had been so surprised that you had come all the way here just to find him. You had to reassure him that, of course, you'd go to Egypt to find him. You'd go to the ends of the Earth for that clumsy, awkward gift shopist who took too much sugar in his tea and laughed at your terrible jokes. You had been so close to making a mistake, nearly kissing him in the glow of the headlights. Not only that but doing it in front of Layla. His wife.

She was honestly incredible. Layla was intelligent, pretty, and quite obviously knew how to put up a good fight. None of you would have made it this far without her. It was easy to see why Steven was beginning to like her. Those lingering glances between them didn't go unnoticed by you. You had expected her to be furious at you, to hate you. Instead, she had been kind to you, letting you go with her to find Marc, making sure you were okay. All while she was aware you held feelings for her husband. You felt your heart flutter as you thought back to your hand in hers. Then she asked you to act as their partner. You may have liked that thought...Theirs. Until you went on to ruin it by making a move on her in front of Marc.

Gods. The man probably hated you. He probably thought you were just in the way. Marc had made it clear from your first real interaction that he didn't want you here, that it was a mistake. He had practically scolded you for making a deal with Khonshu. To be honest, you weren't sure what to think of him. 

You were pulled from your thoughts by Layla.

 "We can't lose more time. Harrow must be headed back to the tomb. Look, if he is, we're gonna need Marc, yeah?" She looked at Steven.

"No."

"No?" Layla glanced at him, brows furrowed.

"No. See, the thing is, we made a deal, Marc and I. That when he was done with Khonshu, he would disappear for good."

"You guys made a deal? That he would just disappear from my life? And you didn't think that maybe I should've been made aware of that?"

"Oh. Well hadn't he disappeared from your life already?" Steven asked.

Ouch. You doubted Marc took that well.

She nodded.

"Yeah. I mean, whatever." She shrugged. "His suit was his best feature, wasn't it? Didn't even have that anymore."

Steven looked out of the few windows not filled with bullet holes.

"Plus. I know him. He'd wanna lone wolf this whole thing. It's not happening. We're not gonna do that."

He turned to Layla. "We are not. It's just the three of us and the open road."

Layla slammed on the brakes, causing you and Steven to jerk forward. 

"We're gonna go on foot from here."

"Yeah, all right." Steven nodded.

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The three of you hopped out of the car, grabbing some supply packs.

You looked up at the rocky mountains before you. Honestly, you were expecting a little bit more for the prison of a goddess. 

Layla stood on a rock, looking down at the site. "There they are. Lets's keep moving."

You and Steven trailed after her. You did your best to ignore how close he was to you, how occasionally his hand would brush against your own.

The three of you began to make your way down a slope.

 Layla turned towards the two of you. "It looks like they're already inside. We'll need to find another way to beat them to Ammit." 

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Eventually, you made it to a camp. Once white tents, now tainted by the blowing sand, sat in a cluster. It appeared to be empty. Layla continued to lead the way.

Steven pointed out a few camels to you, causing you to smile. He made sure to offer them a greeting. You would have stopped to pet one if the situation were different.

The three of you stopped on the edge of a slope. The entrance to the tomb lay down before you, secured by a mess of wooden beams.

She turned towards the both of you. "Let's check for supplies."

You made your way to a tent and began to search for supplies. Sleeping bags lined the floor, an occasional pack or bag accompanying it. You knelt to rummage through one. It contained only clothing, nothing useful. You had better luck with the next one, a small flashlight, a flare, and a pocket knife. 

You met up with Layla back outside, she held out a harness. "Here, you'll need one of these."

"Thanks." You took it from her and moved to put it on. 

You cleared your throat and looked at her. "Hey... while it's just us... I wanted to thank you."

She tilted her head, "What for?"

You adjusted the final strap and looked at her. "For... just... everything. It was kind of you to let me come with you. I-I know I haven't been exactly helpful, but you keep me around anyway." You looked down at your hands as you began to fidget. "I've made things difficult with my...  feelings for Steven. And I truly didn't mean to make the situation between you and Marc even more complicated. But I want just wanted you to know that I've appreciated it."

She took your hand, and you glanced up into her eyes. "You deserved to find him too. We both care about them. And you helped fight off an invisible jackal and kept a thousand-year-old map safe. Plus, you made a deal with an ancient deity to help someone you care about. I think you're worth keeping around. And really, don't worry about making things complicated. We'll figure something out once all this is over."

Layla let your hand go, giving you a reassuring smile as Steven rejoined the two of you. She turned to him and began to help him with a harness.

"I have to say, I feel like I've been waiting for this my whole life." Layla fastened his harness, he looked down at her, "The adventure I mean."

You smiled to yourself, as you sat on a nearby folding chair, examining the pocket knife you had acquired. Steven had gotten increasingly excited at the chance to enter the tomb, despite its dangers. It was cute, really. It reminded you of when things were a bit more simple for all of you.

She smiled at him, moving to adjust another strap. "I know. We want what we never had."

"Yeah."

She looked up at Steven. "You smell like him. I mean, why wouldn't you right?"

"Yeah."

You noticed her face begin to inch closer to his before Steven pulled back abruptly.

 "Marc's trying to protect you from Khonshu." He blurted out.

"What?" Layla took a step back.

"That's why he's been pushing you away. H-He thinks Khonshu wants you for his Avatar, and he won't let that happen. It's all right. I just felt like you should know that."

She let out a breath and grabbed a pair of gloves.

"Sorry." Steven muttered.

"Why are you telling me this now?"

"I don't know. I just thought you deserved to know."

"Well it wasn't his call to make. I don't need protection. What I want is honesty."

"Yeah. I get that."

"That's more of a "you" thing, isn't it?" She said, securing his harness.

"What? Being... Honesty?"

"Yeah. Being honesty." She smiled at him. 

You glanced back up just as Steven gently placed his hands on Layla's shoulders before pulling her into an awkward kiss. You glanced down. Suddenly the few rocks scattered at your feet were quite interesting. A mix of emotions passed through you. You had no problem with their recent development, if anything you were happy for them. But you were suddenly faced with the realization that you wanted that too. Not just with Steven. Not just with Layla. Both of them.

You pushed that thought aside for later as Layla called your name. "You'll go down next." Within the next second, she had disappeared.

You made your way to the entrance and offered Steven a smile, before following her. The passage you found yourself in was quite dark, the only light emanating from the entrance that now sat above you. You unclipped your harness and found Layla a few feet from you. Her flashlight illuminated the two sphinges that marked the path before you.

You heard a yelp and turned to see Steven tumble into the tomb after you, stirring up a cloud of sand. He grunted.

"Shit! Are you okay?" You went to help him up, Layla following behind you.

"I'm aces. Yeah." He cleared his throat as he stood. "I wish you both hadn't seen that."

Layla moved to help unclip his harness.

"Oh, wow, look at you." His voice was soft. At first, you expected him to be talking to Layla, but you saw his gaze fixed on the passage that lay behind you. She had the same realization as she turned away from him.

"Oh, yeah, their... gorgeous, aren't they? They're just, like... been standing guard for centuries."

"Right? Look I can't even..." He let out an awed sigh at the sphinx. "So, if they just sprang to life right now and asked me a riddle for passage, I-I'd be thrilled."

You hoped that wouldn't happen. At this point, you figured it was very possible. You took your flashlight out and began to survey the walls, the ancient text illuminating under its glow. It was incredible. You were used to dealing with centuries-old artifacts before, sure, but being inside one was new. How long had it stayed secret before Harrow saw fit to disturb it just to wreak havoc on the world?  

"What's this?" Steven clicked his flashlight on. "Did you do this?" He turned towards Layla and gestured to a symbol in the dirt.

"Oh. Yeah. It's for my father. He would've loved to be here."

"Oh, yeah? Big history buff, is he?"

"So much worse. Archaeologist on a mission." She made her way down the path.

"Cool."

The tunnel appeared to narrow before ending in an archway that led to a larger chamber. 

"And to him it was a dream worth dying for. And he did."

 Steven turned to her, "Um...I'm so sorry."

"Yeah. No, it's fine, really." She nodded, a bit solemnly. "It's fine. Happens."

"I bet that he'd be positively beaming right now, seeing you standing in the proof of it."

"Yeah. I think so." She gave him a soft smile and sighed. "Well, it's not such a bad way to go, is it?" She turned to look at both of you, "Let's find out?"

Steven turned to you as Layla took the lead. You were surprised to feel him take your hand. "Yeah, let's find out."

The next passage seemed to be even darker than the first. It twisted, seemingly with no straightforward destination in mind. 

"Strange." Steven muttered.

"It's a maze." Layla concluded.

"It's a-maze-ing." Steven added.

You snorted.

"No. like there are six paths." Her tone was serious.

"Right. Six points."

You turned to look back at Layla. 

"What would be shooting at?" She crouched down and held up an empty casing.

Steven squeezed your hand before letting it go. You furrowed your brows as you watched him move away to draw a shape in the sand. 

"This... whole structure... is a symbol." You watched him map out a few lines before something clicked. 

 "That's the... eye of Horus." 

"Yeah. Look at that. It's the royal symbol..." He looked to you, "protection in the afterlife."

"I mean the resources needed to build this thing" She spun around, slowly taking in the new information.

Layla leaned over the symbol. "Her final avatar was a pharaoh."

"Whoa! A bloody Pharaoh."

You looked at Steven. "Does this mean we use the eye as a sort of map?"

"Yeah , well... Right. So, the eye of Horus is also the eye of the mind, yeah?"

Layla smiled.

"Representing the six senses, six points." He continued gesturing to the points of interest on the symbol. "So you got the eyebrow that denotes the thoughts. Pupil, sight, obviously. This point here is, uh, hearing. Smell. Touch. And this long line ending in a spiral is the tongue."

There was a moment of silence as you and Layla took in this information. "The Avatar would be Ammit's voice."

"That's right." He nodded. The three of you continued down the pathway before it opened up into a room. As you shined your flashlight around you could make out a table of some sort. Then you saw the bodies lining the wall. Each is positioned in its decorative stand. It was a bit disturbing but horribly interesting. 

Steven let out a sound of awe, and you had to shut your mouth as you took in the ancient space before you. Layla shone her flashlight up. "Oh. Heka priests. Judging by their masks and ceremonial stance. They would have been entombed in here to protect the pharaoh."

"The heck's a Heka?" Steven asked the question for you.

"Sorcerers of their time. They've been down here for centuries. These must be some of the unlucky souls who crossed their path." She shone her beam on a corpse.

"Right. An impressive send-off."

As they observed the room, you walked over to the table and paused as your flashlight illuminated something wet. The hair on the back of your neck began to rise. 

"Steven." You whispered, quickly, desperately, to have him confirm what you saw in the glow of the light.

He turned to look at you, then at the table.

He gagged. "Oh, my god. Oh, god. Is that fresh blood?"

Layla turned.

"Isn't that little chunks of meaty bits?" He took a step back.

"Oh yeah." She looked down. "Let's keep moving. Yeah."

"Yeah." 

As the tree of you moved on, the flashlights shone on a clear trail of blood, leading from the table and into the darkness before you.

"Um, just a minute. Just a minute. I'm just saying what I see, and I see lots of bones and blood going that way. So I'm just thinking, like, what if there's maybe another...There's, like, another..." He swept the room with his light. "There's an opening up there. You see that?"

A moment later Steven climbed onto the loft. "All right, yeah. I did it. I'm up."

"You good?" Layla shouted up to him.

 "Yeah."

The two of you looked up, hearing the old wooden boards creek as Steven looked around. 

"So, according to the ancient texts, Ammit should be bound to an ushabti, those statue thingies."

"How's it looking?"

"It looking amazing. I mean, this... It looks like a freshly filled canopic jar, and snake skins, and self-regeneration..."

"Steven? The exit." She reminded him softly.

"Yeah, yeah. Yeah we can go this way."

A series of bangs echoed through the structure. Gunshots.

You jumped and turned to look at Layla.

"Harrow.”

"What would they be shooting at?" you asked.

"I don't know. 

"Hide!" Your stomach dropped as you pulled Layla behind the table. Something was coming.

It was weird... it felt almost like whatever soul the entity possessed wasn't fully there.

She turned to you, as a clicking echoed through the dark hall. It was soon followed by dragging and a breath. The table shook slightly and you squeezed your eyes shut. Whatever this thing was, was right on top of you.

 The sound of a blade, a wet crunch and a groan above you made your stomach drop. You felt a soul leave a body and fade into nothingness. The wet crunches continued, and you placed a shaking hand to your mouth. 

Layla began to silently move around the table. Her silent look to you told you to do the same. You began to slowly, carefully try and move yourself to round the table's corner. 

The wet sounds stopped. The clicking did not.

You could hear shuffling following the two of you before it stopped. Your heart pounded against your chest.

It hopped on the table, tools rattling, and you heard Steven gasp.

At the same time, Layla threw a canopic jar against the wall.

"Run!" Steven yelled. "I'll find you!"

Layla booked it, the creature getting closer.

You stood, preparing to bolt, when you felt yourself trip over a jar and hit the ground. 

The creature turned its head at you with a crack.

You froze, breath caught in your throat.

Its eyes were empty, its dry crusty skin pulled tight across its bones. This thing was not supposed to be alive. 

For some reason, it shuffled past you, deciding to chase after Layla, perhaps to stop her from getting any further.

As it reached the entrance to the hallway, it was crushed by what appeared to be the remains of a table.

You looked up at Steven, standing on the edge of the loft.

"I squished it. I squished it." He muttered in disbelief. You both stood there a moment, taking in what had just happened.

You really didn't want to step over that thing in order to follow Layla. Letting out a breath, you scrambled up to join Steven in the loft before he grabbed your hand and dragged you down a corridor. A few turns later the two of you walked into another room.

"Oh, my days..." Steven let out a breath. "First one in. Tomb fit for a pharaoh. Thutmose II. Nefertiti. Oh, it's gotta be one of the big'uns."

You gasped as you took in the room, its hieroglyphics, paintings on the walls, and artifacts.

 "What are you gonna do? Try and drown us now?" That made you pause, a bit concerned. Steven looked into a small pond of water, presumably talking to Marc.

 "Oh, wow. Look at that." He turned back, motioning to you to follow him. "Look at all these relics..."

You picked your way across the water, joining him on a raised platform.

 "Macedonian? No. What?"

You perked up, moving to study the text yourself. This language was debated to be related to Ancient Greek. And with Macedonia's proximity to Greece during its Archaic and Classical periods, it was likely true. This fell right into your area of expertise. You knew that lettering when you saw it. However, what intrigued you the most was finding it in the tomb. itself.

"That's... That's Macedonian" You let out a breath of surprise.

He looked back to you, seemingly with just as much disbelief. "No way. That's not right. That can't be right. That's Macedonian." 

You looked at him as you both began to process this information. Whoever was in this tomb was very much not your typical Pharaoh. And there were very few people of Greek origins that held that title.

"The only pharaoh...But, I mean, he insisted on calling himself Egyptian."

"You don't think..." You breathed out unable to continue your sentence. Your heart pounded as you marveled at the possibility of exactly who might lay within the sarcophagus. 

"I think we're looking at the long-lost tomb... of Alexander the Great..." Steven sounded just as awed as you at the moment. 

No one had ever been able to locate the Macedonian king's resting place. Despite the several claims made to have done just that. People suspected that they may have been lost in an earthquake centuries ago. But as you looked at the tomb, you were almost certain that you were looking at the remains of the very man himself. 

The two of you turned to look at each other, letting out soft laughs in a moment of awe and disbelief.

Steven let out a breath, hyping himself to push the lid off.

He pulled back, shaking his hands. "Everything inside me is screaming not to open this thing."

You shivered, not wanting to see or disturb the ancient corpse. Your mind briefly wandered back to the old superstition of curses placed on the pyramids and what lay inside. It certainly wasn't impossible considering the past few days. 

"We're going to have to, aren't we." You let out a sigh, shoulders dropping.

"I mean... probably." Steven cringed a moment before taking another breath and mumbling softly to himself presumedly talking to Marc. "Alright, all right, all right." He started to shove the lid off just enough to expose the top half of the mummy.

You couldn't hold back a gag as the strong smell of ammonia filled your nostrils. You pinched your nose, peering into the sarcophagus. 

The two of you look a moment to study the mummy, a golden tablet lying on its torso, and what appeared to be some sort of decorative scarab resting in its arms. The ushabti didn't seem to be there.

"Oh, man..." Your eyes flicked back to Steven as he continued to talk to Marc. "Well... If you're gonna hide it for all eternity, you'd probably put it in a place where the average looter wouldn't think to look."

"Alexander was the voice of Ammit..." You saw something click for him. "All right. I'm gonna try something. I'll do something here." You saw Steven reach out a hand to the head of the corpse. Your eyes widened as he pulled off the facial wrappings.

"Oh,  gods ." You wrinkled your nose in disgust. "Steven, please tell me you're not going to-"

He pulled at the jaw, causing it to snap with a sickening crunch.

You closed your eyes a moment, feeling bile in the back of your throat. Steven mumbled apologies to the deceased king as he reached his arm down its throat. After what felt like entirely too long he pulled out the ushabti of Ammit.

The two of you only had a minute to marvel at the small sculpture before footsteps caught your attention. You tensed a moment, quickly relaxing as you saw Layla enter the chamber.

You smiled at her, letting out a breath of relief. She was alright, she made it okay.  

Steven called to her excitedly, raising the sculpture. "Layla, look. We won." He let out a laugh. "And the ushabti goes to... us! I had to go digging down old Alexander the Great's gullet, but I found it!"

You felt something off in the interaction. Her gaze was far too cold and she was too silent as she stalked forward.

"You all right, love?" Steven asked picking up on the same cues.

"Can he hear me?" She glared at him.

You took a step back. Whatever this was, it didn't involve you and Steven.

 "Alexander? I don't think so. God, I hope not." He let out a nervous chuckle.

"What happened to my father?" She took a step up, looking him in the eye as she seethed. "I'm talking to you."

"W-what?"

She shoved him slightly, causing you to jump, not exactly sure what to do. "I'm talking to you, Marc!” 

In a moment you saw them switch, his shoulders tensing again and the look in his eyes changed.

Marc took one of Layla's hands, glancing at you and motioning with his head. "Come on. Let's go, let's go." The urgency was clear in his voice.

"No." Layla rooted herself to the ground.

"We need to go right now."

"Marc, no. No."

You watched them struggle with the other for a moment, Layla growling at him as Marc tried to settle her for the moment.

You heard a click and the three of you looked up.

"There here." Marc threw off his back.

Layla meanwhile tried to serve the room. "There must be another way out."

"Okay. Go, find it. I'll hold them off." You caught a glimpse of him running back to the coffin before you were suddenly dragged along by Layla.

She pulled you behind a column, quickly crouching. You followed her lead, feeling your stomach sink. Her hand found yours and you gave it a soft squeeze as the two of you held your breath.

You heard Harrow enter, the sounds of a blade, and the unmistakable sound of a scuffle.

Then a shot.

Oh.

Layla clasped a hand to her mouth stifling a gasp.

You felt like the wind had been knocked out of you.

Another shot echoed through the chamber, followed by the clinking of its shell against the ground.

You looked at Layla, tears in her eyes as you felt your hair stand on end. You took a shaky breath, tears filling your own eyes as you heard a splash.

Marc, and Steven, were gone.

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[narrysgirsblog]

Jealous harry imagine Part 1.

Warning part 1- jealous harry and aggressive harry.

Warning part 2- sexual content, love bites, fingering, oral, jealous harry, aggressive harry.

You and harry have been dating for quite a while now and now Liam was getting married to his girl Ashley (I made that up…in case you were wondering) and there were going to be some other people that you did not know, and you knew how jealous harry got when you were anywhere near another man that wasn’t him, he was always watching in fact he would never even let you out of his grasp when you guys where anywhere besides home. But now you wanted to know what would happen if another guy where to touch you, so you decided to play with it a bit. You were getting dressed and thinking of all the things he would do to you, and you couldn’t wait…you were putting on a small tight around the body yet loose around the bottom and put on black heels. And I know what you’re thinking it’s giving sad it’s giving funeral, but what you put on is more of…well, supposed to be sexy…well also black is what everyone was supposed to be wearing long story short. and you grabbed your little handbag and put on some red lipstick and put your hair in a messy bun, knowing the outfit would turn harry on. You walked downstairs and harry was down waiting for you and looking at his phone “oh, there you are love” when h actually looked up from his phone his eyes went wide at the sight “you’re not wearing that are you?” “Um, excuse me harry?” you said lifting both eyebrows looking him up and down. “No, I mean I like it…love it in fact-“ you cut him off “ok, harry I’m ready to go now.” And as you tried to walk past him, he grabbed you by the waist with a tight grip. You gasp at the pain “harry your hurting me” you say pretty quiet. He lets go of you “in the car...” he says rolling his eyes, and you did as your told. Harry snuck a couple of looks on the way to liams house “you stay with me the whole time got it?” all you did was nod and you could tell harry was mad and you knew when you got home talking to another man or not he was gonna fuck you, but you wanted something new you just didn’t know how far he’ll take it. You got to liams and harry opened your door and as soon as you got out not even allowing you to adjust yourself, he grabbed you by the waist with a tight grip. “Harry, stop.” “I told you not to wear it and now you have to suffer the consequences” he whispered in your ear with a deep voice. And then 3 boys came running out “you stay RIGHT here…got it?” you nodded and he let go of your waist and you could tell he was rethinking letting go of you but he let it go and went to go hug the boys…and then the boys saw you…Niall was first to notice harry staring at you with a look you couldn’t quite explain except with the word angry, very, very, angry. Like he was waiting to see how you’d respond and that was your chance, and you took it “you look, stunning Y/N” “thank you! you look really great too” but you looked at him the way harry loved to be looked at and it made him pissed you were doing it to another man. Harry walked toward you lightly pushing Niall and grabbing you by the waist to where you could hardly breath “harry” you gasped for air but I doubt harry cared if he were hurting you at that point…

STAY ALERT FOR PART 2!!!!!!!! Thank you! if you have any requests an imagine/fanfic I’m more than happy to write it for you!

[writingbyshiloh]

Hi Shiloh ☺️

Everytime I get to type a message/request for you I smile like an idiot.But anyways can I request prompt 2 for Red

Please and Thank You in advance love❤️

ANYTHING FOR YOU SORAYA!!!! Request any Reddington content u wish!!!! Tagged all the Reddington fans at the bottom

CW: Flying, Pilot!Reader. All pilot references/knowledge is from Google so may not be accurate. Not beted. It took me almost 3 hours to write this so I lost all motivation to edit.

Prompt: 2. Giving them a shoulder message when they won’t leave whatever they’re working on

You kept looking at the digital clock in the cockpit. For flights longer than 10 hours, Dembe steps in to give you a break. You had 8 hours on then Dembe would cover you for 4 hours before you took over the final four hours of the flight. You were alert the whole time you were in the pilot seat, able to shower and sleep once on land in whatever destination Reddington wanted. Dembe got to keep his flight skills sharp. 

“Go on break.” A soft vogue cuts through your thoughts. You nod, shifting in your seat to stand and stretch, filling Dembe in on any important notes during your time in the air so far. 

“How is he?” you didn't need to specify who you were talking about. It is only the three of you on board. 

“Stressed.” 

You nod in understanding before going to the cabin of the jet. On break you try to nap, stretch out your limbs, and watch some TV if time permitted. Another chunk of your time is filled with Reddington asking you about what you watching and listening to you in earnest. Sometimes lightheartedly poking holes in the plot or pointing out the setups for plot twists. 

You place your hands on the back of the seats keeping your balance as you make your way to the small couch. 

“Hello, sweetheart.” Reddingtons deep voice caught your attention before you reached your destination. 

“Hey!” You moved a bit quicker down the seats.

“How are the skies?” 

You place your hand on the back of his seat, trying to sneak a peak from the windows, met with more gray. The table in front of him is covered with pieces of paper, pens, a phone, and a drink, while his suit jacket was on the chair across the aisle. 

“Cloudy, but better weather when we land.” 

Trying to get more of a view from the windows, you move your hand further on the seat in front of you landing on Reddington's shoulder. 

You expect him to freeze or gently remove your hand. What you don't expect is for him to lean into your touch, head tipped back on the seat, eyes closed. 

Now standing fully behind his set, you adjust your hands to get a better grip on his shoulder. Thumbs pressed deep into his upper shoulders before moving closer to his neck, and back again. You didn't really know what you were doing, basing your moves on his responses rather than any actual knowledge. 

The jet was comfortable, but if he was hunched over a table for eight hours you could understand the pain. 

“You may have chosen the wrong career.” He says voice soft. You try not to laugh. 

“I’m sure I’m a better pilot than a masseuse.” 

His head was tipped back to look at you.

“Are you saying I’m naturally gifted at giving massages, or I’m an awful pilot?” you tease. 

“The former. Although there was that one landing, in Switzerland?” 

You remove your hands from his shoulders. 

“Ha-ha. Very funny.”

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[dapurinthos]

how attack of the clones is going in this fic, so far, going up the scale from 'this is fine' to 'this is fine (actually everything is on fire)':

lene kostana: the chillest. furthest from the action, has no idea what happened on coruscant, observing the red honeycomb zone. left padawan with jocasta nu to supervise. beginning to have a bad feeling about this. darth sidious: lightly alert for anything that could be a threat to his plans. has an ace up his sleeve that's going to cause problems for everyone except himself. kal skirata: apparently here, instead of being content with being passed a message. bribeable with snacks for his boys. may have been told 'i don't know. sit on him?' when asking 'how am i supposed to keep a jetii from doing something?' obi-wan kenobi: rumpled and confused. was sat upon by several of kal's boys (null-class arc troopers) so he wouldn't go to geonosis. did not get any uj cake. constant receptor of the 'i'm watching you' gesture from kal. anakin skywalker: has killed only three sand people! congratulations, anakin! you are the only one being fixed! qui-gon jinn: woken up from coma by anakin using the force like it's his livejournal c. 2002. without using a cut. has no idea what's been going on for the last decade. politely baffled. jocasta nu: is going to hunt darth tyranus for sport on eriadu. they allow that sort of thing there. darth tyranus: regretting several key life choices, most recently deciding to mind-probe araithana. currently dealing with 1) being shown how he dies, 2) being forcibly reminded of That Murder, 3) thinking his current guest-hostage also has visions. araithana pallopides: nebulous hostage, claimed as guest. moved all the moveable furniture in darth tyranus's geonosian tower by 3cm to the left and back. also regretting darth tyranus's life choices. unknowingly repeating sifo-dyas's exact last words before That Murder. and prom the geonosis accord meeting is tomorrow!

i'm going to go back to writing between the ice crypt trip and introducing anakin skywalker to pre-republic plays with a droid chorus, which concludes with:

The Chorus continues as a harried Knight Kenobi arrives and is promptly bullied into playing the Indrexu to Skywalker’s Xim, my Oziaf, and Aayla’s Xer, much to Master Windu’s sly amusement. By the end of our recitation, Aayla has decided that Xer is now haunting the play by heckling the patricidal Xim through mispronouncing his name on purpose, there’s an audience of nearly two dozen people, Master Windu has vanished back to his duties, and Betsy has never missed a line.

betsy (the chorus) is a b1 commander droid confiscated after the battle of naboo. betsy does not have a preferred gender other than 'it', has been reprogrammed by the temple's research and development department, and is now subject to many experiments to see how capable of learning it is.

[pondslime]

Ive never sent anon hate before but you’ve gotten on my last nerve ok? First of all how dare you continue to be a fantastic writer with the very best ideas. Your ability to curate the crumbs of peak level of nasty is unfair. Leave some for the rest of us!!!

I bet youre so gorgeous and i bet u throw that ass in a circle regularly too??? Ugh!??? Every fic u make has me wanting to chew my phone and phase thru walls and i am too poor to deal with the fallout of both.

I guess u hate the poor and horny!!! Ur taking advantage of my THIRST by continuing to make fantastic content because now i cant read anyone elses shit because its like dirty heroin compared to your pure black tar uncut supply. 🙄

U CAN'T JUST SEND PPL SUCH DISRESPECTFUL ASS SHIT????

I'm literally WOUNDED. these hateful anon asks speared me directly through the chest and now I'm bleedin out all over the fuckin floor. somebody call life alert bc the world is cruel. my cries fall on deaf ears. u have cut the phone line.

I can't take much more of this. if u keep sending bitches (me), this VILE ass shit I might have to do somethin drastic and just marry ur ass or smthn.

u wanna be in a forced arranged marriage??? w/me?? the pathetic cigarette munching harlettt??? is that ur end goal??? u wanna be posted up in a shack hobbled together w/washi tape and bubblegum?? drinking sweaty sock tea for eternity??? u evil creature. does mercy mean nothing to u??? I'm sobbing. I'm standing in a jared's w/tears in my eyes. spending my life's savings on a beautiful solitaire diamond ring. what cut would u like? u have beaten me down into a shell of a human. round? pear? cushion? emerald? heart, like the one in my CHEST that u BROKE???? whatever u want ig.

how dare u say that my precious pookie bear of pain n torment would not pass the fitnessgram 20-meter pacer test. how dare u imply that he would trip over his oversized pants and bust his geriatric hip on the ground. how COULD u. my world is crumbling. I can hear the sirens. the wind is wailing and the sky is churning above me. RED and COAGULATED w/the blood of a million screaming hicks. this isn't how it was supposed to go. but perhaps it's what I deserve.

I'm blowing the horn of the last rapture and ur there to whip me w/a rod made of marlboro boxes and the tattered remains of a busted fanbelt. what USE are fanbelts at the end of the world? the cars don't start anymore, their engines useless and dead in their metal shells. ur pitching me forward into a landfill and I'm fallin FACE FIRST into a slimy puddle of expired mayo and beer. I thought u loved me?? but love is lost on ppl like u. my ass bounces and ur transfixed. sigh. but have u ever thot abt the soul that lives within that phatness?? u haven't. u never would!!! I should've KNOWN.

I'm on my knees w/shaky hands placing the engagement ring on ur finger. why am I sticky? how did I get coated in mountain dew? oh no. u scoff @ me. it's the wrong cut. u will have 2 pawn this ugly ass engagement ring and idk how ur gonna do that bc there are no more pawn shops in the apocalypse. shit. I can't deal w/the shame. my strap game is flaccid and ur words are razor-sharp. u made me lose @ wii bowling and I never lose @ wii bowling. u have rerouted my brain and stomped my will into tiny pieces w/ur shoes. they are the color of sunshine, of butter, of happiness. I used to know of such things.

light the match in our gasoline-soaked pussy hell. we shall perish how we lived, throwin it back eternally. so it has been written, so it shall be done.