#sugar baby au

[hannibalzero]

thoughts on sugar baby obi-wan ?

Freaking cute.

But I like the set up where Obi-Wan is 32 year old classical musician. He plays harp. He’s been interviewed by an orchestra but it’s a long process. Sometimes he gets weddings but as of late, money wise is getting tight.

At the grocery store, Obi-Wan is counting change at the counter to pay for his ramen noodles. Only for someone to place two large stakes on the belt and lightly nudge Obi-wan away.

“Excuse me-“ Obi-Wan starts.

“Hungry?” Anakin smirks at Obi-Wan paying for the stakes and noddles.

“Errrr yes?”

“I’m making dinner, eat with me?”

Laughs “you don’t know me.”

“Does it matter? Maybe a drink too?”

“….sure why not.”

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Sugar baby au

Lucifer's father tells Lucifer to get Adam a Father's Day gift.

Lucifer: But, he's not my dad.

Lucifer's father: He's your stepdad

Lucifer: He's younger than me!

Adam: Do not talk back to your dads!

Lucifer: You’re not my dad! Stop it you’re just dating him to piss me off.

Adam: No I’m not! I didn’t even know he was your dad when I met him. Now about my gift

Lucifer: I’ll stick my foot up your ass

[krirebr]

Gotta finally watch Gifted so I can write my sugar baby!Frank idea...

[adevotedreader]

“Do you know why I chose you?"

“Ass you could bounce a quarter off of?" Maverick noticed the smile at the corner of Tom's mouth, so at least he wasn't a total robot.

Tom crossed the room, undoing the clasp on his watch. “I'm not going to say you aren't beautiful. But it's because you looked dangerous."

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SUGAR BABY AU

Ch.6 Mishandle

Characters in this series: Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Carol Danvers, Darcy Lewis, Maria Hill, Kate Bishop, Pepper Potts, Valkyrie, Shuri

Summary:How much can you trust people that are the closest to you? Can you put any trust into strangers? After being tricked so many times, you can be sure to trust one person ... yourself. You should have left it that way, to bad you give second chances like fliers on the street.

Warnings: age gap relationships, sugar mommy/sugar baby relationships, swearing, mensplaning, all story is gonna be +18, you are responsible for your own ass. 

Word count: 8915

A/N: This one is coming out faster this time, to make up for the wait ive put you all on. I hope you will enjoy it. Feedback is always walcome! Previous chapter

Your desk is covered in papers, the screen too bright for your liking, your eyes are stinging after hours of sharp focus on the monitor, but this old computer is not really cooperating with you. Loud noises are distracting, making it hard for you to finish your tasks, and you have a lot of them. Your boss, Loki, has put on you a first adult-ish assignment. It's your chance to no longer make coffee, kind of work, even more that fresh inters came in so they are at the bottom of the chain right now. That's how it works. The amount of work stresses you out but you are not going to let the opportunity slide. You can finally edit a text that will end up in one of the less popular magazines, but it's still going to be out. Doesn't matter how insignificant it will be, your name will be on this work and you need to give a 100% out of you.

 It's been 2 weeks since Carol's party, you haven't seen her or any of her friends since that night and to be completely honest you thought about Natasha and Wanda …. not more than once. When you came home and changed the bandaid on your hand the next day, you reminded yourself of how caring and worried they were, but also very smug and self indulgent, after that… nothing. You had school, work, shifts at the bar and your friends to care about. Not mentioning your phone caller issue that you will have to address and take care of at some point. Your life fell back into place after that night, gym, school, work, repeat. You have to keep the flow going or it's really easy to get lost in this kind of lifestyle. It's like running at full speed, you can't trip. The faster you go the harder you are going to hit.

“You better do it right yn.” That low voice scared you coming from behind your shoulder. Loki was always creepy, not in a perverted way but still creepy. 

“Yes boss, on it.” Short and sweet, don't discuss with him, you have learned it the hard way. It's for the best to make him feel validated. You assume that he had a rough childhood by the way he treats other people and by the not so quiet conversations he has with his brother in the office. You can't help but hear them, all the workers do, and you learned to have some understanding towards him. 

You are at your last working hour, the phone is thrown into the drawer so it won't occupy you but your smart watch is vibrating with the amount of messages you are getting. You ignore every single one of them even when the vibration is traveling up your arm, leaving goosebumps on your skin. Last ten minutes you spend on cleaning your desk and putting your stuff into the bag. As you run down two flights of stairs you think about your plan for the rest of the day. You are done with work for now, you have spent half of the night doing extra work for school to get a little bit ahead and it worked amazingly on your anxiety, or the lack of it. You decide on visiting Steve on your way home, even if you don't have a shift at the bar, you enjoy spending time with him. As someone opens the door in front of you to let you exit first, with a short “thanks” you are outside, changing your plans immediately after you feel the warm sun. At this time of the year it is rare and you are planning on using that antidepressant window. The skin on your face feels like it is covered in a thin layer of warmth getting deeper inside of you, embracing your brain in an endorphin hug. You will visit Steve later, for now you are going to grab a nice coffee from the bike/coffee stand near the park and have a walk with your headphones on, ignoring the whole world. 

“Can you start picking up your goddamn phone!” You turn around just in time to stop an angry Darcy right in front of you. Her face seems worried just as she is angry. Right behind her there is Carol clearly having a laugh at her girlfriend's tantrum. When you see her smile you can help but join and embrace Darcy in a hug.

“Sorry Darcy, work stuff. What’s up, what's so important that you came here?” It's unusual for any of your friends to arrive at any of your work places, from your work friends they know only Steve as they hang out at the bar sometimes, but they dont push to get to know everybody around you and you are grateful for that. Darcy points at the car that her girlfriend is already entering and with a big sigh you throw behind you all the warm sunny plans you had and follow along. The car always smells new and you are wondering if Carol is actually exchanging her car for the same one, just new, from time to time. Seems like something she would do. Leather seats squeak under your touch and you take your place in the backseat and you hate every second of it. It's like wearing leather pants, for you it feels like biting a cotton towel, or having your sleeves getting wet, when you wash your hands. Uncomfortable at least. 

Carol starts driving and Darcy looks at you with a really excited expression on her face. 

“No.” You say to her, making her confused right away.

“I didn't even say anything.” 

“But you are going to, and you are excited, which means i have to do stuff, and you could text me what’s all this is about, but you didn't, so kidnapping me is the only way for me to participate in whatever evil plan you made.” She seems almost offended but it lasts three seconds before she starts laughing. 

“You know me so well.” She is slouching over the back of her sweet so she can face you and it makes Carol uncomfortable, worrying that if anything happens the seat belt would work correctly. With one hand on the wheel, Carol puts the other on Darcy's thigh and turns her around. She turns off music and with a steer voice starts talking. 

“Yn can hear your love, don't do that please.” Darcy takes Carol hand into hers not taking off her thigh, just to confirm that she understood and she is sorry. 

“Yes daddy, I'm sorry.” Carol is rarely mad at Darcy, she doesn't really have a reason to, they made for each other, at least in your opinion, but when she is Darcy will use any pet name she can to melt her girlfriends heart and get on her good side again, and it's clearly working wonders. 

“You are having a date Yn.” Carol informs you and you know this is a way of hers to mess with Darcy, the fact that she wasn't the one to share the news infuriates her. 

“I was supposed to, ugh…. I have an outfit for you at Carol's house and we will give you a ride to the restaurant.” 

“That's amazing, thank you very much… but I have work. My shift at the bar starts in-”

“In two days Yn, I have access to your calendar, don't try anything with me.” Feeling defeated, you slouch back a little bit and let your eyes follow the world outside of the car. Carol turns on the radio again after a minute of silence, assuming that everything was said and it won't be irritating for anyone. For a second you even let yourself sink into music and the outside world. Sun is peeking through the small alleys between the buildings, falling on your face in a pattern. You remember briefly that when you weren't able to fall asleep as a child your parents, or someone, you can't really remember, was taking you into the car and driving a couple of times around the block. Street Lamps or the sun flashing from time to time on your face was making you feel good, safe, comfortable, like there is something so bigger then you and everything around you. You found comfort in unlimitless nothingness and even now as an adult you feel safe. You are able to fight the sleepy state, well maybe you drifted away a little bit, and as you see Carol's house you are fully conscious again, anxiety of what's coming slowly creeping in. 

You enter the house, talk with Carol and Darcy about the last party and upcoming events, work stuff, your studies and Darcy's new projects at her school. You can never fully understand what she is talking about, too much chemical talk but you are so proud of her and happy that she can feel fulfilled with where she is. You are always interested in Carol's work and life, maybe that's why you are the closest to her among all your friends. She appreciates the way you treat her as her, not as Darcy's girlfriend or treat both of them as one, because as close as they are, they are still themself. They help you prepare, get your hair fixed, put a nice outfit together, and Carol even let you borrow some of her perfume. In no time you are back in the car going to the unknown location, to meet with a stranger. You are reminding Darcy that you agreed for half an hour of this show and then you are going to be even. She tries to extend it for an hour, using arguments like “ you can't get to know a person in half hour”, or “ you won't be even able to eat”. As you pull in front of the restaurant you see three Michelin stars in the front of it and you almost choke. 

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME? IN HERE I'M NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO GET A GLASS OF WATER WITH MY BUDGET!” It was louder than you anticipated and the doorman put his focus on the car in front of him. He started going into your direction but Darcy opened the window at the right time.

“Everything is okay, we just need a second.” He smiled and without any words pointed at the parking spot a little bit further from the main door. Carol took a clue and parked there. Darcy took her seat belt off and turned to you, making you jump. 

“Darcy this is too much, and why do I even have to get so dressed up for someone I will turn down in the first two minutes?” You don't want to do this, and you can't be more clear than that. As bad as it sounds you are planning on being just as honest with your date.

“Give them a chance, Jesus, why are you so negative, they're gonna pay for you.” She got out of the car and opened your door rushing you outside. The restaurant is far enough from your house to have a real struggle with coming back, so you have to rely on Darcy and you are not enjoying this feeling. Just when you stepped outside it came to you what she said. 

“They!? What do you mean by They ?! Darcy is that -'' You can't even finish, Darcy closes your door, jumps back into her seat and as in a getaway car tells Carol to drive. You can only hear a faint have fun coming from her window. You run your hand down your face, taking a deep breath in and decide to get through it as ripping off a bandaid, fast but painfully. You straighten out your outfit, little crevices created by the short ride are easy to clean up and the cleaned up outfit helps you a lot with your confidence. You feel like you will need a lot of it during that dinner. Constant tag and pull with the redheads is exhausting and staying afloat as they try to drown you down feels like a survival chore. You can't help but be angry at Darcy, you know she wants good, you know you promised but you feel a little bit betrayed. You can't really pinpoint why but the feeling spreads uncomfortable through your body, or maybe it's just the cold that went back with the sun setting down. Beautiful purple color of the sunset lets you grab the last bits of energy, hope and the feeling of rest. You know it will end as soon as you turn around to enter the restaurant or when the sun will finally set. It's sad that you can't wait for the latter.  

“Half hour Yn, just half hour.” You talk to yourself hoping it will help you feel the back bone of your character and get through it smoothly enough. What 30 minutes can do right?

You enter the building, or rather you are led by the doorman through two sets of doors. After the second one you are met with a man in a suit, he looks important, you are wondering if that's the owner, maybe a menager, they are always around right? He looks so elegant that his status needs to be at a high level. Little lost in your head you hear him speak when the doors are closing behind you. 

“May I take your coat miss?” Miss? Coat? You thought that this man is… and he is just…. It's going to be long, thirty minutes.. This is not something you enjoy, not something that is a part of your world. You just need to survive this. You are wondering how the man will know which coat is yours. He didn't give you a number nor did he take your name. It's all strange and the coat belongs to Carol, you are worrying now about getting it back later. 

Restaurant seems much bigger from the outside. The building is huge but the dining area pleasantly small. The kitchen must take a lot of space, you think to yourself approaching a Host of the restaurant. Small wooden desk in front of him looks amazing. Golden leaves decorating the legs as a vine. The whole place is in darker colors but it gives a more elegant and fancy look to it. Smell is not overwhelming which is usually a problem for you in the restaurants, not in this. You can hear a light chatter around, 

“Welcome, do you have a reservation?” He asks you with his back straight, his tie carefully secured around his neck. Do you have a reservation? This whole thing feels so out of blue, catching you off guard in every single step, it seems. 

“Um… I….” You can't recall their last name, why can't you recall their last name? You fall back into the memory, you follow the steps of the day you meet them. You went to work, bus ride, Wanda opened the door for you, she had her suit on, her shirt was open, she had a messy bun on top, she had this nice perfume on her, the same she used last time you saw her at the Carols party. You could feel it clearly when she was tending your wound. Darcy introduced them to you. She said their names, they are both lawyers or Wanda is a lawyer and Natasha is in finances, yes that seems correct. Did she say their last name ? You remember now, she didn't but they gave you their card…. which you didn't even look at, before throwing it away. Then it comes to you, you were supposed to text them last time after the accident, they gave you a new card and you actually have it on you at the back of your phone case. It is very embarrassing trying to get your phone out of its case but also necessary. Host is waiting for you patiently, his face emotionless, he was definitely well trained for his job. 

“It should be on the name-” You finally take out a card and look at the last name. “-Romanoff, or Maximoff. One of those.” It's strange to see that they are married, but they still use separate last names, it might be just for business and you decide on asking them if you will have to speak at all. At least it's going to be something to talk about. You smoothly follow the host to your table, moving between the tables you can see all the food prepared for other guests and your stomach lets you know about its empty state. Smell coming from each of the tables will not be very helpful in the next 30 minutes, because there is no way that you are going to let them pay for anything, not with these prices. At the far left corner of the restaurant you can see Wanda and Natasha chatting between each other, their hands together on the table, Natasha is lightly smoothing her wifes hand with her thumb, laughing at something she said. It's the first time they don't seem like big, scary rich assholes, more human than before. You are afraid, or maybe you are sure it's going to drop as soon as they are going to see you. First to notice you is Natasha, she lets go of Wandas hand and stands up to greet you. You don't want to make a scene in the restaurant, so you kiss her cheek as her hand lingers on your waist and you do the same with Wanda. Looking at them, seeing how dressed up they are, you are glad that Darcy made you wear the clothes she prepared, if you would dress yourself, you would for sure stand out, not in a good way. You take your place on an empty chair when Wanda starts speaking to you. 

“I hope you didn't have any problems finding us?” She sounds soft, soft enough for you to find it degrading. 

“Except not knowing your last names it was pretty easy.” You say in a rough voice and that makes Natasha look back to the man that brought you to the table. 

“You didn't have you, I gave him clear instructions. It's not that hard to do the only thing you are here for. I'm going to talk to him.” She drops the napkin on an empty table and stands up. You are not sure how you find your voice, maybe it's the nervous atmosphere that Natasha is adding to, or maybe your empathy for a fellow customer service worker, but you speak up.

“Sit down!” To your surprise, she does with a shocked face, while her wife laughs a little. 

“Can we just order and get this over with? It feels like work.” You ask and that makes Wanda look at you quizzingly. 

“What do you mean baby? Get it over with?” You put down the menu that you were reading and look her in the eyes.

“I promised Darcy that I will be here for at least half an hour. It started five minutes ago and I'm counting the time. I didn't want to be here and I found out just when she dropped me off that I'm meeting with you both.” She looks hurt and you need to address that before it gets more messy, even more that Natasha looks angry. You look between them and continue.

“Look-” You run your hand on your face, as it is supposed to take off the worry. “-I’m sorry, but i'm not looking for dates, or relationships. Any kind of relationship.” You say pointing your finger between them. 

“Can we just spend this 25 minutes talking or whatever and I promise you won’t have to waste any more time on me.” That makes Wanda's face soften. She looks like she is about to say something but Natasha cuts in. 

“Sure, let's just order something.” In the next three minutes you placed an order and as much as they pursued you to get something to eat you didn't get anything. You got a coffee which cost twenty five dollars. You regret that decision, thinking that you would be okay with the tap water. Your stomach starts to hurt with how empty it is and all the smells are affecting it in a horrible way. Wanda and Natasha placed their orders and food came in faster then it took to order it. They are really at the top in this restaurant. They start eating while you enjoy your coffee. Wanda tries to start a light conversation, to make it a little bit less awkward for all of you. 

“So Yn, Darcy told us you were working today, was it a good shift?” 

“Decent, I got my first article to do a final edit to.” You say and take a sip of coffee, looking at Wanda enjoying her pasta alfredo. You feel yourself salivating and you probably look too long at her food, because it makes her wonder if you actually want anything.

“Yn, are you sure you are not hungry?” Wanda says and her wife finally joins the conversation.

“We know we picked an expensive restaurant, let us get you something to eat sugar.” She is about to call the waiter to the table again. 

“No. No, Natasha no, I'm really okay. Please don’t.” She looks at you, deeply studying your eyes, knowing that you are doing that because you are uncomfortable with the prices, but still she doesn't want to go against you, as much as she wishes she could. With each passing time she spends with you, she realizes that you can be destructive for yourself, and she would gladly take that away from you. You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket but you decide to keep it there for the next fifteen minutes. Time feels like it stretches itself, making you feel like it has been over an hour. You keep your fingers on the brim of your coffee mug, trying to make your legs stop shaking, and your muscles twitching. It's not that you are nervous, you are past that, but your medication is wearing off and you can feel it. At this time you would either take a second dose if you were at work, or with your friends, or just people in general, or you would take some actions to make yourself comfortable. Caffeine doesn't help, and it was a bad idea as it just makes you more and more sleepy with every second. Your left hand is laying on the table and the tablecloth feels awful against your fingertips. Material feels like it lingers on your skin even after you pick your hand up, it's too soft and too harsh at the same time, like a used sandpaper sheet. You wish you could pick your hand up but you can't. It feels embarrassing to do so, not because of the action but because of the reason to do so, so you force yourself to keep it that way. Only fifteen minutes longer. It feels like you said it to yourself an hour ago but with the time speed in your brain, it was only a minute. You are physically restraining yourself from counting seconds, numbers help you stay sane but you can't do that right now, if you would, everything that two woman in front of you are speaking about would go into the void, and as a center of entertainment for them right now you can’t allow yourself to drift off, they would notice. Clutter of silverware feels like it's happening at the front part of your skull, Lady at the table on your right has some good insights about new generations of doctors, she is a doctor too, she has her id clipped to her bag. Man to whom she is speaking is sweating a lot, he is nervous and it seems like they are on a date. One girl, a waiter, has had enough of today, she stands at the corner next to the bar, nobody can see her, or maybe nobody just pays attention, except you. Sometimes putting on a work uniform equals disappearing. She is running her hands on her thighs, looking up to the ceiling, she tries to stop crying. That makes you look around the room, a man in a big suit is red on his face, he was just yelling, or arguing since you didn't hear anything before. He shoves food into his mouth like it's going to calm his nerves. 

“Are you even listening?” Natasha calls out and just then her voice breaks through all the loud noise around you. 

“Hm? I'm sorry I just-” 

“Wasn't listening. Look, I understand you don't want to be here, but a little decency wouldn't hurt you. We are trying hard to get to know you, not use you, not sponsor you, not even embarrass you, just get to know you. I don't understand what's so awful about it.” She throws a napkin at the table and stands up. 

“I need to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” She looks at her wife when she speaks, she is mad, you didn't mean to make her mad, or disappointed, you really do appreciate the interest. 

“Nat, I really didn't mean to- '' You are trying to defend yourself but she is already gone, you lie your head low and massage your traps with your hands, it's painful but helpful. You get this uneasy feeling inside your stomach and you can't say if that's the lack of food or the nerves. Just then you realize that you picked your hand up from uncomfortable table cloth and you make a mental note not to put it down at the same place. 

Wanda swallows the food she just finished, your time is almost up and you are grateful for it, even more that since the moment you went into the restaurant you were doing nothing more but disappointing everybody, including yourself. You decide to speak to her, maybe try to explain yourself a little why you are acting that way. 

“Im sorry Wanda.” 

“I know.” A moment of silence lingers between you when she grabs her wine glass, not taking her back off of her chair, stretching her arm out. 

“I'm sorry about her, I’ m not saying she is not right yn, i feel the same way, but my wife is just very frustrated by you.” You hang your head low, like a child being scolded, you tell yourself that you shouldn't care about their opinion, but it matters, everybody's opinion matters and you hate that about yourself. 

“I wasn't aware that I was that irritating for her. That's just an additional reason for why you shouldn't waste your time on me Wanda.” She smiles at you and shakes her head. 

“Sexually frustrated Yn, emotionally frustrated. She really wants to get to know you, and she is being on her best behavior holding back every second we are spending with you.” That makes you even more confused. 

“What do you mean?”

“You are a precious one aren't you?” This time you can be sure it was degrading.You straighten up your posture. 

“That little stunt you did at the party?” She leans in, making you once again lost in the smell of her perfumes. You don't say anything but she can see on your face how oblivious you are. 

“You remember that moment when Natasha went to you to simply try and devour you? That little stunt you pulled with her belt? Please you had to see her reaction, she has the same look every time she looks at you, and to be honest i don't blame her. I had a fun night thanks to you baby, it's a shame you weren't there.” She finishes the sentence and then her wine. You feel like you have finished all the air, it's hard to breathe and it's too warm, and you don't understand those feelings, they put you in a fight or flight state, but at the same time you are glued to the chair, not able to move. Wanda puts her hand on yours and interlocks your fingers, you are not able to stop her or yourself. 

“Yn, breath.” She looks a little worried but at the same time highly entertained. 

“What's going on?” Natasha comes back to the table and her voice brings you back and makes you let go of Wanda’s hand like it's burning you. 

“Oh nothing love, I just told Yn how much fun I had because of her after the party.” 

“Wanda-” Natasha says in a scolding way, seeing the state Wanda put you in. “- I apologize for my wife's sugar. Sometimes she can't keep her mouth shut.” Their holding hands and being so tender with each other, it makes you feel like an intruder. 

“I thought you like it wide open.” Wanda's comment makes you choke on your coffee and it goes down the wrong pipe, sending you into a coughing spree. A girl, the waiter you saw before comes right in to check on you. You assure her that everything is okay, but she still leaves a glass of water for you on the side, sending you a warm smile.  Wanda and Natasha cut the topic seeing in what way it's affecting you and you fall into light conversation for the last couple of minutes. You ask them about work and they can't say much other than it’s classified sounding like from csi miami series, but either way you are very much interested in stories they encounter while being at work. 

Your phone vibrates a couple of more times and at the fifth time you can’t not pick it up. You assume who is trying to reach you but as you pull your phone out of the inside pocket in your jacket you can see that you were very wrong. You have ten messages and five missed calls, all from Shuri, and she never calls you. You immediately get this worried look and they can see it.

“What's going on Yn?”

“Is everything okay?” You don't even pick your head up to look at them. 

“I'm sorry I need to call back. I'm sorry.” You dial Shuri on your phone and call her back without getting up from the table. You just turn your body side to them to get a little bit more private. She pics up after two dial tones. 

“Shuri!? Is everything okay? What's going on?” You are holding your phone with your right hand and playing with the rings on your left hand. Your voice is low trying not to disturb anybody's dinner or conversations, fortunately your table is far enough from others. Natasha and Wanda pay close attention to you, their hands together in a caring manner. 

“Now?” You ask and look at your watch. 

“I'm really far away from the city-” You pinch your nose with your fingers. 

“- I can try to call a cab-” A moment of silence from your side let's Wanda slip a fast question. 

“Is something wrong?” She whispers to you laying her hand on the table close to you. You look at her apologetically. 

“-it's not about the money Shuri. I'm just limited right now. How much time do I have? An hour? Okay, yeah I'm going to figure something out, don't worry about it I got you, just send me the location.” With that you hang up the phone and start looking around to collect your things, which you don't have because everything is in your coat. You look at them and you don't know what to say, you are just about to cut short a 30 minute meeting in which you already disappointed them so much. They are both worried that much you can say but Natsaha is definitely clenching her jaw, it's not a good sign. You try to find in yourself the right words to turn them down one last time, but you can't, not with this level of stress. 

“I need to go.” You stand up looking between both of them. You take thirty dollars from your pocket and put it under your coffee mug. 

“I'm sorry.” With that you leave them and don't provide them any explanation, to be honest they didn't ask. You move into the exit and wait a second for the man to give you your, actually Carol’s coat. You thank him and go outside trying to figure out what you are going to do. 

Natasha and Wanda, a little disappointed with how things went, decided to finish dinner and head home. Fifteen minutes after you left they exit the restaurant and wait for their car to be brought. Just as they receive keys from the worker they hear a loud conversation on the side of the building. Natasha looks around the corner and sees you packing around with your phone in your ear, for a second she thinks about leaving you but her wife walks past her towards you. 

“I understand but I don't have enough cash! You know how far it is, i can cash app the money whats the problem?! No don’t- . Ugh!” Clearly someone hung up on you. You are looking at your phone typing aggressively, you seem worried out of your mind. 

“Okay Yn what's going on?” Wanda asks when her wife joins her and you are surprised to see them. You take a second before you reply.

“I can’t find a cab, it's nothing really. Again sorry it turned out this way.” Your phone rings again and you pick it up so fast that the second ring tone doesnt come. 

“Yes, yes I called. I need a cab to the city center-” You pace around not being able to stay in place, even more that you just got this feeling in your legs that you can't describe. Each night before sleep, when your medicine wears off completely your legs have this tingly feeling, like slight electric shocking waves going through your muscles. It's nothing pleasant. Usually a hot shower helps but the alternative is just to keep moving, so that's what you do. 

“- HOW MUCH? Okay yeah, yeah you too.” You sit down, cross legged at the curb, your left palm is open while your right is holding the phone, lightly tapping it on your left. Natasha crouches in front of you and tries to catch eye contact. You don't look up so she snatches the phone from your palm. 

“Hey!” You reach to grab it back but she already gave it to Wanda that stands behind her. 

“Tell us what's wrong, sugar?” You look between them, they look at you gently, worried, trying to read your expressions while you are breathing heavily with stress, your upper back is tense and you would love to shake it off of you. Without giving them too much information you speak up. 

“I need to pick up someone from the city center and I should be there-'' You look at your watch trying to figure out how much time passed from your conversation with Shuri. “- in forty minutes. I called a couple of companies but they either don't have anybody in the area, or they don't have a cash app and I don't have that much cash on me.” You explain carefully, trying hard not to sound crazy or overemotional, even if you feel your body shaking. Natasha is standing up, it makes you feel like she is hovering above you, and you don't have energy to fight for your phone. To your surprise she stretches her hand towards you and helps you stand up. You follow, and the feeling of her skin on yours is very different from Wandas. It's hard to tell if that's a good or a bad thing. With both of them your whole relationship, if you can even call seeing them three times, a relationship, you had an off feeling but at the same time some connection that wanted to be made. 

“Come on, we’re gonna drive you.” Natasha says with her face straight, she takes the space leaving no room for you to decline. You are in the tight spot, Shuri is counting on you and you are needed, there is a big possibility you won't be able to do this without their help, and oh god how much you hate it. 

“No, i'm going to- i will-” Wanda interrupts your protest already opening the front passenger door for you. 

“You will do what? You are out of options, Yn. Get in.” And you do, with her hand on the small of your back you take the space next to Natasha. For a second you are confused about why you are sitting in the front seat. 

“ Tell me where to go.” Natsaha doesn't even take a look at you, she seems pissed and you don't blame her, you would probably hate yourself in their position. ruining the date, making them do something for you, ruining their day schedule. They both probably have a thousand better places to be right now, and they are stuck with you. Awkwardness of the situation doesn't help the anxiety you have about the passing time, you are scared of running late, always, but in this situation even more. After giving them the address and helping with directions from time to time you are 5 minutes away from your destination. 

“So who is Shuri?” Wanda asks from the back seat, taking your focus off of the road in front of you. 

“Oh she studies at the university with me, she is Tony Stark’s best student.” You explain briefly. 

“That Stark? What a small world.” Natasha comments taking a fast look at her wife in the back mirror. 

“ That's nice, baby, but I meant who is she to you.” Are you imagining things or does she sound jealous? You can't help but wonder. You are not sure what makes you open up in front of them in any way, but you do. 

“She is my-” you make a little pause, wondering what words you should use. “-friend, a really good friend.” 

“Hm a really good one you say?” Wanda is pushing you a little bit trying to bring some more information out of you. 

“Yeah, we were together for two years, she is like family to me. Actually her whole family kind of took me in, as a part of them.” Too much Yn, too much, You bite your tongue, probably a little too late, you are mad at yourself for revealing that much about your past, to total strangers. That was always an issue for you, if someone was willing to listen you were eager to talk. That's unfortunately not a safe thing to do, at least usually. 

“So we went out to pick up your ex?” Natasha is straight forward, and strangely you respect that. At that moment you arrive in front of elementary school. 

“Actually no.” You answer quickly and get out of the car, looking straight at the little boy waiting with his teacher near the gate. You walk in their direction. 

“JUNIOR!” You yell out for him and the moment he sees you, his backpack is on the ground and he runs into your direction. You catch him into your arms and spin him around as he hugs himself close to your neck, securing his legs around your torso. You walk still holding him up to pick up his backpack. You didn't realize that both Natasha and Wanda got out of the car and were approaching you. 

“It's been a while since we saw you miss Yn. Have a nice day.” Teacher sends Junior T’Challa a wave and goes back into the building. You are written down on the list to pick up Shuri’s nephew. It's not the first time for you to do that, but it's true that it's been a while. Boy refuses to let you go as you try to pick up his backpack. Before you can do it, struggling a little bit Natasha snatches it from the ground looking down at you. 

“Yn? Who is that?” Junior asks you and to be honest you hoped that they would already leave. 

“This is Natasha and Wanda, they drove me here, which I'm very thankful for, but now they have to go. Right?” You hope that the hint is not too small. 

“Actually we have the whole day reserved for you Yn. You and this little boy now.” 

“Im T'Challa Junior.” He says proudly, getting out of your arms at the same time. 

“It's Shuris nephew.” You kneel down, fixing his jacket. The water proof material got stuck in the zipper. You take the piece out and zip it all the way up, trying to keep him nice and warm. 

“She got stuck with Profesor Stark.” Boy gets visibly sad after that information. You are thinking for a second if you should do something with him, or just get him home and take care of your responsibilities, which to be honest are piling up. You got three texts about essays that are needed for tomorrow. All for the same class and the same topic, which is the worst case scenario for you. 

“Don't worry, Yn here is actually taking you to the theme park. We are going to have a lot of fun.” Natasha throws information out of nowhere, without asking you, giving you any heads up, and taking full control over the situation, and you thought for a split second to get violent with her. How dare she use a little boy's emotions against you? Yes, sure, it's a nice thing to do, but you told them specifically that you don't have too much time, that you have half an hour for them and that's it, that you don't want to be near them or do more than necessary to keep your promise. Which part of that she didn't get? Wanda notices how angry you got after her wife’s idea, and as much as she thinks about resolving this issue, this also might be a good idea to show you that they are not so bad. She kneels down next to you to get to the boys and your eye level, her eyes are soft, apologetic almost. 

“It's going to be fun, Yn. You’ll see.” Junior gets excited and follows Natasha to the car, you are right behind them with wanda. How are you supposed to take happiness out of his hands? You are not a monster. 

“Cheer up Yn.” Wanda is walking on a very thin line. 

“Cheer down Wanda, this is hopefully the last time I have to see you both.” Leaving shocked Wanda behind, you get into the place with Junior on the back and let Natasha decide where to go. Make him happy, and survive. That's all that matters right now. You would give your life for this boy, what's one day, even if it means you staying up all night to catch up with your work, because of course you agreed to take those additional papers for tomorrow. You need money, lots of it, so you need to work… a lot. Just as you were getting nervous about it and your bank account your phone started going off with text messages. One after another, drilling a hole in your calmness. You don't even read them, you decide to call right away and you can't be bothered enough that you are not alone. 

“What do you want?” Wanda looks at you worried, but smiles at the little boy to keep him calm. 

“No.” Some arguing can be heard through the phone on the other side of the call. Even when you put it on the lowest volume, it's so loud that they can hear. 

“You do want me to starve, don't you?... At the end of the week, that's all I have to say to you. Leave me alone.” You finish your call and mute your phone, of course after filing Darcy and Shuri up on what's happening and where are you going. Wanda and Natasha didn't ask, hoping you will explain what the call was about, it didn't sound good. 

The rest of the day passed good but horrible slowly. Junior had so much fun, riding with Natasha and playing games with Wanda, or sitting down and eating corn dogs with you. Seeing him happy makes you happy, but the mental load that you are carrying with you is heavy enough that you can't relax or enjoy this for even a second. Going through stuff in your head is a normal thing for you, but at the end of the day, when you're actually sitting down to do what you have to do you feel like you went through the same task five times already. It's simply dreadful, not mentioning the lack of any satisfaction when you are actually done. 

Shuri tells you that she is already home, Junior is tired, and you are also so ready to go home. You asked Natasha and Wanda, who were trying so, so, so hard to get to you in any way, that it was irritating at some point, to give T'Challa a ride. Normally you would feel bad about it but it was their idea in the first place. 

Shuris home is a little bit outside of the city, not far from the subway thankfully. When Natasha parks her car at the side of the street, you collect your bag and get out of the car. Walking to the other side of it you zip your jacket up, goosebumps all over your body, reminding you physically how cold it is at this time of year. Street lights give off your favorite time of the day vibe, even if it's far till three am. You open the door on the right side and slowly unbuckle Junior from the seat. 

“Don’t.” You tell Wanda, seeing her undoing her seatbelt, also to go out and help you. Surprisingly she listens to you. You take the boy into your arms and let him hug you half asleep, you hold him up with your right hand and take his backpack with your left. It's heavier than it looks. Actually they both are, or maybe you are just really tired, it's been a long day. you go to the gate with him and Wanda and Natasha are watching your every move. You ring the bell at the gate and later the main doors are open. Two people go out of the house, the older woman takes the boy from your hands and the younger takes the back pack. Redheads can't hear a thing but they can see you talking with the younger woman. 

“I don't know how to thank you. He texted me half way throughout the day, how much he missed you and how much fun he is having.” Shuri is so genuine with you, she always was, pretty tough sometimes, but always real, and you respect that. 

“You know I love this boy, he is family.”

“And you are ours Yn. You have always been, and you will always be a part of this family.” These cheesy moments between you two is not something any of you are used to, even when you were together,” i love you” sounded more like a, “bye i see you later”, rather than “my heart is with you every second when we are apart”. Romanticizing your life much? Maybe, but how can you not, when you want to survive in this world, with your heart intact. Shuri hugs you for a goodbye, and gives you a light kiss on the cheek, which does not go unnoticed by your dates. 

“I don't like it, Wanda.” 

“Would you calm down Nat? You did everything today to push her away, and each moment I've been trying to fix the situation that YOU created, you were shutting me up.” That accusation is shocking for Natasha, and she will not back down from defending herself, even if it's coming from her wife. She almost starts talking again, giving her piece of thoughts on the topic, but she sees you walk away and that takes priority at this second. 

“We are going to talk about it at home.” She points her finger at Wanda, her voice sounds like flowing out through clenched teeth, and she is definitely not agreeing with Wanda. She doesn't even point out to her wife what's happening, she just goes out of the car and walks fast after you, Wanda confused but right at her heels. 

“And where do you think you’re going?” The force with which you turn around makes Natsaha stop immediately. Your eyes are dark, your jaw is clenched, as well as your fists. 

“Natasha, calm down!” Wanda joins you at the side of the road, it's really quiet in this neighborhood, the only sound slicing the silence is the roaring of the car that was left with the engine running. You pinch the bridge of your nose, irritation, exhaustion, this feeling of wasted day get to you, overstretching your patience to the fucking limits. You don’t care, you can’t find in yourself to care, and your promise was fulfilled. You respect and love Carol, but it doesn't mean that you have to feel the same way about her friends. 

“What are you, five?” This is definitely not something they expected of you. Even everything they have heard about you, always patient, collected, good, the view in front of them doesn't fit any of this. 

“How dare you deciding about my day, my plans, and using feelings of a little boy to get me to do something, just because your fucking ego is bruised?” Natasha makes a step to your direction, bringing her finger up to defend herself and her wife. 

“No! I'm not done!” Taken aback she doesn't interrupt you. As horrible Wanda feels about making you feel this way it's really interesting for her to see someone putting her wife into place. 

“For the whole day you are talking so much, about wanting to get to know me, getting close to me, but you did absolutely nothing to make me feel comfortable in your presence. When you gave me the ride, seeing the position i was in, i though, just for a second, this can be good, we can try this out,  and then…then you took your fucking place and made me feel like i have no say in my life.” 

“You are being so dramatic Yn! We gave you and this boy a great day, you should be grateful!” Natasha had enough. 

“I have a test tomorrow, an article to edit, and three essays to write, that should be done by now. And no, I don't have a second deadline, I don't have more time, and I will have to stay up all night, without sleep to get everything done on time. In the morning I have work, then a test at university and then my shift at the bar! You thought I had thirty minutes with you for fun? If that means that im being dramatic then fucking yes, I am dramatic!”

“You are working too much.” Wanda comments with this horribly soft voice of her, condescending reasoning, like it's so simple for her, like she can solve all your issues, if you are just willing to give them all control over your life. You scoff at her like she said something funny. Natasha takes out her wallet, and takes out  two thousand in cash, you never saw this amount of money in cash, well maybe once when you were working in black. 

“Is this enough to buy your time? Your pride? Is that enough for you to get over yourself and let someone take care of you or at least fucking try?” She steps close to you, so close that you feel warmth coming from her body, creating too much of a contrast with the weather, you feel sick. Wanda grabbed her wife's hand, but it wasn't enough to stop her from speaking a couple words too much. You look at the money in Nat’s hand. Couple of papers that would solve your issues for at least two months, something that means nothing to her, that she has too much of, something that would save you. The control that it has over you is not fair, but life isn’t fair, it never was, it never will be, and you are highly aware of it. You look her in the eyes, and you grab at the last bits of your control, pride you have for yourself, those bits of respect that you are trying to save.

“You ignorant fuck, you really dont get any of this do you? Fuck you Natasha.” You leave them and start your long way home, this was a mistake, and you are glad that it's over, finally you can focus on yourself again. All they did since the day you met them is make your life fall apart with every way imaginable. It's good that it's over Yn, you tell yourself and enter the subway, already starting writing your first essay on your phone, the topic power laughing at you, as the universe decided that you are its best comedy. 

Next chapter

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[lookingfts]

Okay, so I'm going to sound crazy now, but I saw this picture of Simone and thought, Kate must have used it on a sugar baby app hahaha

Those legs...good lord. Anthony thinks the whole sugar baby thing is ridiculous, but how can he not at least meet a woman this gorgeous?

[dead-dolphins]

Pls tell us more about sugar daddy football player eren 👀👀👀 I’m intrigued

MY MOMENT HAS COME!!!

Although it hurts me as an Argentine to say this, I think Eren was a German player, you know, Bayern Munich maybe, and he played for the national team.

He has many awards but he has not won a world cup lol and well, he retired without being able to win that. He had a daughter in a fleeting romance, this daughter is Historia as we know and he won custody because Berenice, his wife of 6 months, does not want her daughter boooo ... 👎🏻👎🏻👎🏻

Historia is actually a socialite more than anything and decides to go to college to try her luck. Tgat happens to be the when he became a coach and well then he goes to Paradis to coach the university team where Historia is. There he meets Mikasa who is a friend of Historia (Mikasa is older) and she is studying Mineralogy and well then the whole sugar baby/sugar daddy thing happens.

[sarahowritesostucky]

Ultimate Vacation Home: Ari

Ari Doesn't always take you to the same place when he wants to get away. He's a world traveler who really appreciates the different cultures of the places he visits.

Often, he'll choose very immersive, primitive places for you to stay. One time he rented a treehouse in Tanzania for you to stay in, where you could watch the wildlife from your balcony.

One time, he took you to stay in a real teepee in Joshua Tree national park. Another time you stayed in a literal yurt in the Gobi Desert in Mongolia! He's even rented out a lighthouse off the coast of Greece!

But Ari's favorite place to go for vacation is undoubtedly Japan.

He adores the culture and the peacefulness of the scenery. You're aware that Ari has a dangerous job as Mossad agent, and that he loves your Japanese getaways for the serenity they offer him. He feels at peace there.

The first time, Ari booked the two of you into a simple yet luxurious ryokan in the north of Japan, in a river village outside of Sapporo.

Your room had traditional architecture, paper screens, tatami, and a gorgeous overlook over the village in winter.

You got to explore both the local Onsen with Ari, as well as the little one that was private to your room (that one saw a lot more *ehem* action. So much so that you joked Ari's 'little swimmers' might not be able to recover after all the time in the hot spring water.)

Ari has taught you so much about the culture and the language and the food. One night, drunk on plum wine, he had a sushi feast delivered to your room and he had you sit in his lap while he hand fed you each piece, telling you what you were tasting as he kissed your body. Kemp is the one of your five who associates food and sex together, but Ari's sushi night really gives Kemp a run for his money.

And there's just something so romantic about crawling into your floor-level bed in your simplistic room with him each night and having him cover you and make love to you. In its own way, it's just as primal as the treehouse or the yurt had felt.

Japan was gorgeous in the snow, but the second time Ari took you back was in the spring, and the house you rented together in the south of Japan was equally as amazing. It had a central courtyard of zen trees and moss where Ari would perform Tai Chi--shirtless.

This property had a private onsen too, only in the spring it took on a colorful beauty with the surrounding blossoms on the trees. One side of the house was light, and the other was shade, with a serene moss and water garden. The house had a wooden walkway all around the outside perimeter, and you could walk right along all the courtyards. Your favorite was the shaded koi pool that came right up to the house on one side.

It was on this second visit that Ari took you to a tea house and you got to meet real modern Geisha! You loved their kimono so much, that next Ari whisked you off to a shop, bought you an entire elaborate kimono (worth thousands) and had the shop assistants dress you all up in it.

It was fun but you felt a little silly heading back through town in it. But when you got to the house that night, Ari took you into the bedroom and spent his time undressing you slowly, piece by piece, worshipping every part of your body as he went.

That happened about eighteen months ago, when Ari was going through his divorce and was struggling to share you with the other four and was having a really hard time keeping his boundaries with you. On that night he'd disrobed you so erotically, he'd whispered that he wished this was your wedding night, and that you'd be his bride. He'd cried after making love (though he doesn't think you saw).

On the last night of your vacation that time, he asked you to be his and only his. You felt like the entire vacation was ruined, when you had to tell him no. He asked you to think about it from time to time. Unable to crush him anymore than you already had, you promised you would.

Ever since, he's never asked again. Not because he doesn't want to, you know, but because he doesn't want to have his heart broken.

This year he says he's going to take you back to north for the cherry blossom festivals, and while you're looking forward to experiencing that beauty, you're also kind of terrified that he might actually propose this time.

Five Daddies masterlist

Masterlist

[phoenixtakaramono]

OPERATION BABYLON - PART VIII

aka the butchlander sugar baby AU.

Tumblr Navigation (note I have not shared the prologue here with its premise setup; I’ve only started sharing this twitter threadfic on tumblr starting from the 2nd 🔞 scene): I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII

Update Schedule: weekly/ biweekly

Although Billy initially didn’t know what to make of the whirlwind Manhattan high-rise house tour Homelander insisted on bringing him on, he thinks he’s figured out Homelander’s game and the unspoken rules by the time he’s carted off to the second flat. So he settles into the routine of making the appropriate “ooh” and “ahh” noises hearing the Yank regale him, the foreigner, about the supposed history of each place.

(You can read the rest of the threadfic update here!)

Keep in mind, all of my AU Butchlander threadfics on Twitter are the unpolished first draft versions of what’ll eventually be polished up into long fics on AO3 under the Shock and Awe series. So you may regard this threadfic as an experimental first prototype and exclusive preview whose contents may or may not be changed in the future final draft version. We’re just loosely playing around with ideas and concepts for now!

If you don’t have a Twitter account, screenshots are provided below the line break so you can read this update on Tumblr as well:

TBC

(A/N) - Place your bets on which location Billy’s going to choose as his base of operations y’all voted for it so…. From this update, if there’s things I’d probably change from the threadfic in the edited AO3 version is going more into detail about the fascinating lore of 432 Park Avenue (here’s the tl;dr vid of why it’s the most hated building in NY), draw out the scene of the g0ry reveal to heighten the tension of what Billy had just missed out seeing, and provide a better description of the architecture of Hudson Yards shops. Alas I am constrained by Twitter’s character limit per tweet, haha, and this is the first prototype so I’m not too worried.

[decentsoupperson]

Sugar Baby Au

Adam catches Teddy and Lilith f*cking in his truck.

Devastated, Adam goes to Lucifer for comfort not knowing who else to turn to. He's just crying his eyes out when he knocks on Lucifer's door.

Awe, poor Adam :(

Anyways

Lucifer: What's wrong?

Adam: Teddy cheated. With that cun+ Lillith

Lucifer: Don't worry, I'm here

Lucifer internally: LETS GOOOOO

[georgiapeach30513]

All That Glitters Masterlist

Leaving behind your baby daddy, you are desperate to find a job you are introduced to the nightlife of an exclusive club. The Moonstone Lounge offers you more money than you realized. Coming into contact with Pete Brenner on the first night, and it didn’t go well. Will his attempt to make it up to you, and remove you from the menu for other men to devour work? Will you allow him to dress you, tell you when you should eat, what you should wear, accompany him to his business parties, and even how you greet him? Everything has a price, and Pete's credit card have no limit with you.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A/N: this story will have themes of age gap, sugar baby, prostitution, drug use, baby daddy drama, degradation, and so much more. Read warnings on every part. Minors DNI

[rizzulusarcturizz]

sugar baby regulus 😏

LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

-regulus is unapologetically a nepo trust fund baby; sirius ran away from home and doesn’t want anything to do with the family, including their money, but reg has no moral qualms inheriting the fortune. he thinks he earned it after staying there for eighteen fucking years

-he probably gets a degree in something like art history bc he enjoys it but has zero intention of actually working for a living. sirius might take pride in his blue collar but regulus would rather die (he tries to convince sirius to take some money but the only time he will is when it’s related to remus’ medical expenses)

-regulus meets james at some fancy fundraiser where he went as rabastan’s date. he could’ve got his own invite but he’s hooking up with rabastan so he went to get liquor and end the night getting dicked down

-CEO JAMES CEO JAMES CEO JAMES

-james sees rabastan’s gorgeous young date and is immediately swooping in. he’s doing that gorgeous man a favor really; rabastan is an asshole with piss poor taste in champagne

-hitting jegulus with the age gap bc it’s sexy 🤭 regulus is like 23 and James is 38

-regulus is charmed by james’ who is hot, interesting, and full of compliments (as he should be)

-james LOVES throwing around his money and spoiling regulus who is easily the most gorgeous man he’s ever laid eyes on and full of attitude. he’s buying reg fancy meals, expensive gifts, and lavish vacations together because he loves taking care of his baby and reminding him he treats him better than any other man

-the sex is kinky af and they’re obsessed with each other

-james and regulus have been dating for like just under two years and madly in love by the time sirius tells james that reg has a multimillion dollar trust fund. james is only horrified bc that man wants to make sure reg is using HIS credit card. james simply loves spoiling and doting on his baby 🤭

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

*sugardaddy au* *Lucifer and Adam were on vacation(Ted couldn't come since he was busy)* Lucifer:Now let's...

Adam:Luci,stop...last time was a mistake...I can't stoop to his level Lucifer:Well I can *kisses him* Adam:...oh fuck it. *then they fucked*

Yeah and situations like that keep happening.

Adam: Okay seriously, w-we gotta stop.

Lucifer, kissing his neck: Does that mean you don't wanna go again?

Adam:..... Damn you.

They do it a few more times.

[lockes-woods]

Stuck Chapter 26

A/N: Hey, sorry again for another unintentional hiatus. I'm fine but work/apply for school have been crazy this past month. I'm most likely not going to have a set posting schedule til November at the earliest. Since this is going to be my last fall not in school for a while I'm going to attempt kinktober. Anyway I hope you enjoy the update it took a while but it's a biggin.

Warning: PIV, oral (m. receiving), masturbation, spanking, name calling (ex whore or slut), (LMK if I missed anything).

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“That should be the last of it,” Mihawk said, as Himiko finished tetrising the last box in place. She nodded, a shiver shooting through her at the late December air. She was normally fine in the winter, but the wind chill always cut through to her bones no matter how many layers she had on. It didn’t help that they were up before sunrise. She hit the button on the side of the car to allow a gentler closing of the trunk. She tried her best to be mindful of Shanks as he lay splayed out in the middle row. The redhead had woken up with a nasty hangover. Thankfully his hangovers manifested as headaches and light sensitivity. Mihawk had already assured her that if he were to get sick it would have happened right after he woke up. Because of his discomfort, Himiko and Mihawk did the brunt of the work loading the car, while he set up in the middle row with earplugs, a blanket, and preemptive sunglasses.

“Ready, love?” Mihawk asked as he reemerged from the building after returning the cart.

“Yeah,” she nodded circling around to the car to the front passenger seat. She once again closed the door with just enough force to pull shut. Mihawk was less careful as he slammed the driver’s side door shut. Shanks groaned in protest. She could hear him rustling to get comfortable again, before his breathing even out again as he fell back to sleep.

“What would you like to listen to?” Mihawk asked, buckling his seatbelt.

“Will Shanks be okay if we listen to music?” She asked.

“I’ve already changed the programming so that the sound will only come out in the front speakers.’ Mihawk answered, shifting into drive, “Feel free to connect to the Bluetooth and play whatever you like.”

Himiko hummed to herself as she tried to decide what music Mihawk would like. But then again, he did say they could listen to whatever she likes. She held herself back from jumping as Mihawk’s right hand moved from the PRNDL stick to resting on her upper thigh. In her shock, she accidentally pressed play on the last album she had played, The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess, by Chappell Roan. She bit her lip trying to keep herself composed as Femininomenon started to play through the speakers.

 He absent-mindedly rubbed his thumb up and down on her legging-clad thigh. For a simple gesture, it garnered all of her attention.

“Who is this artist?” Mihawk asked after listening to the line, ‘I got a wand and a rabbit.’ In the song Red Wine Supernova. Shanks’s lack of comments on that particular lyric confirmed that he was really asleep.

“Her name’s Chappell Roan, she’s been making music for a while now, her fame grew this past summer. If I’m being honest, I didn’t really start listening to her music until recently after Sanji insisted, we listen to the whole album at work. She’s grown on me a lot after that. What do you think of her?” Himiko asked.

“I’m not sure yet, I think I’ll have to listen more before I form an opinion.”

“Well, that’s good because I was gonna listen to the whole album either way.” Himiko joked.

“Is that right?” Mihawk asked as they reached the suburbs surrounding the city. Because of the early hour there were little to no cars around and even fewer pedestrians.

“Mmmhm,” Himiko hummed, “That’s what you get for having a twenty-something sugar baby,”

“Love if that’s the worst of it I’m happy to suffer through,” Mihawk responded, with a firm squeeze of her thigh and a small quirk of his lip.

“So, what’s the plan for the day?” she asked as they continued to make their way out of the city’s limits.

“There’s a small drive through coffee shop about halfway that we always stop in at. When we get to the lake house we normally unpack and then stop in at the diner at the base of the mountain for breakfast. Generally speaking, things get more expensive the higher up on the mountain you go. You’ll probably meet Judith and Marge either when we get there or sometime today. If they’re too busy to meet up they normally leave a baked good and a note with any issues with the property that have happened since we were last there for the summer.”

“Judith is the psychic, and Marge is the owner of the sex shop, right?” Himiko clarified.

“Yes, it’s actually funny we met them separately and only found out they were a couple after Marge invited us over for dinner one night.”

“How did you meet them?” Himiko asked as they left the city and got onto the highway. The sun had just begun to rise.

“We met Judith first, while she does psychic reading year-round, she has a stall at the local farmer’s market to draw in tourists.” Mihawk started, “We met Marge later that week while exploring the town. Our first few summers there we rented a cabin. We met them about two years before we bought the lakeside property. We would have never invested in it without their help keeping up the maintenance.”

“Do you believe in psychics?” Himiko asked. Mihawk hummed to himself for a moment, taking time to fully take in the question.

“While my gut reaction is no, I don’t entirely doubt them. I’ve seen a lot of life and death in my occupation. I believe in giving credit when credit is due, and I’ve seen the comfort people have found in psychics, religions, and other ways of thinking. If it is what someone needs to continue holding on to, that belief is what makes it real. I believe those types of spiritual relationships only possess the power one gives them. And I would never want to take that peace away from someone. So, while my surface-level answer is no, I do believe that the relief psychics can give to certain people of a similar mindset is priceless. As long as there are no ill intents, I don’t see any issue with it.”

Himiko nodded as she took in all of what Mihawk was saying.

“While it seems a little silly in retrospect after my dad’s passing, I used to write him letters and get him cards for his birthday, Christmas, and Father’s Day. I’ve always straddled the line between agnostic and atheist, but I will never be able to quantify the comfort those letters and cards gave me at the time. While I do it less now, I still write him occasionally when I’m having a particularly hard time.” She finished keeping her eyes locked on the road ahead of her. The area became less and less developed as they drove on, now to the point that they were surrounded by snow-covered evergreen trees as far as they could see.

“I don’t think that’s silly,” he responded glancing down at her with soft eyes, “You found a non-harmful way to express your overwhelming emotions. If it made you feel better, then that’s all the validity you need.”

Himiko blinked back tears as she turned her head to look out her seat’s window, a genuine smile stretching across her lips. Mihawk gave her thigh another small squeeze as they sat in comfortable silence before the current song transitioned into, HOT TO GO!. The pair both laughed at the juxtaposition of their conversation and the current song’s vibe. Himiko’s tears were gone as fast as they came. Before she knew it they were exiting the highway and were pulling into a small ‘U’ shaped driveway in the middle of nowhere. After taking in the small building in the middle did it hit her that this was the coffee shop Mihawk had mentioned earlier. They were officially halfway. Mihawk ordered his standard vanilla oat milk latte, while Himiko ordered a peppermint bark blended coffee drink and they ordered Shanks a hot black coffee.

The redhead only began to stir in his sleep as they pulled away from the stand and the smell of coffee enveloped their car once Mihawk rolled his window back up.

“How far are we out?” Shanks questioned, voice still gravelly from sleep. Mihawk gave Himiko a knowing look as she reflexively squeezed her thighs together at the sound of his voice. While she was grateful, that he hadn’t made a comment, his little smirk worried her about what he would do with this new information.

“We’re about halfway love,” Mihawk answered, as they took the on-ramp back onto the highway. Shanks hummed in response taking out his earplugs out and nursing his cup of coffee. His blanket and shades stayed put.

“Are you feeling any better?” she asked sipping on her frozen drink, as she watched him from the rearview mirror.

“A bit,” he groaned, “I’ll be better after I finish my coffee.”

“You’d really feel better if you drank an electrolyte drink before we left,” Mihawk lectured, “You know coffee only makes you more dehydrated.”

Shanks only hummed in response as he took a large sip of his coffee, blatantly ignoring his husband.

“Who are we listening to?” Shanks asked, shifting up into a sitting position.

“Chappell Roan, the next song coming up is my favorite from this album,” Himiko answered, as Pink Pony Club rang out through the speakers. They sat in content silence as they listened through to the end of the album.

“Love, if you’re up for it we’d like to discuss our expectations for our relationship,” Mihawk said, as he clicked off the speakers.

“Okay?” Himiko responded, while she knew they were bound to have this conversation at some point today, she didn’t expect it to be this early. But then again it may make more sense to get it out of the way before they officially started their vacation.

“I know we were set to decide the hard guidelines of our relationship as it developed at a later date. I believe now is that time,” Mihawk started.

“That makes sense,” Himiko nodded in agreement.

“To address the elephant in the room we should probably start with your romantic relationships outside of ours,” Mihawk suggested.

Shanks scooted over to the middle seat to be heard easier, “But before we start, I did want to apologize for my comment last night about you wanting to end the relationship. It was out of line and uncalled for.”

“It’s okay, I knew you didn’t really mean it.” She responded.

“It wasn’t okay though,” Shanks started, “It was from a place of jealousy and misplaced anger. I don’t want you to ever feel like it’s okay for me or anyone else to talk to you like that.”

“Okay,” Himiko nodded, taking a sip of her drink, as she processed what he was saying.

“Piggybacking off of that, not to speak for both of us, but I don’t feel comfortable sharing you with anyone other than Shanks,” Mihawk said, Himiko could see Shanks nodding in agreement from the rear-view mirror.

“That makes sense,” Himiko agreed, “I wouldn’t want to risk either of your sexual health by being with someone else.”

Mihawk and Shanks shared a look before replying.

“While that is a factor, it’s a small one,” Mihawk started before Shanks cut him off.

“Baby we don’t want to see you with anyone else. Not to sound possessive, but we want you. If my jealousy last night, and my reaction to your kiss wasn’t enough indication. We don’t like seeing you with anyone else, we want you for ourselves.”

“Oh,” Himiko responded somewhat dumbfounded, “I-I didn’t think you felt so strongly about that.”

“Baby, I think you need to give yourself more credit. While you’re so smart you’ve been very thick-skulled about our attraction to you.” Shanks said while Mihawk nodded in response.

“I hate to say it, but it’s true darling.” Mihawk started, giving her thigh a tight squeeze, “Even now it doesn’t seem like you have even begun to understand how attracted we are to you, and how desperately we want you.”

“Okay,” Himiko nodded after a moment, “So, we’re officially exclusive?” she clarified.

“Yes,”

“Yeah,” Mihawk and Shanks responded immediately.

“Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?” she asked, as they merged into the off-ramp. According to the GPS they were only ten minutes out.

“Just to check in, have you given any thought to whether or not you’ll be keeping your jobs during the spring semester?” Shanks asked.

“I’m not sure yet,” Himiko answered honestly, “It’s not that I don’t trust your funds or anything like that, I just don’t know how to operate without being that level of busy.”

“That’s what worries us, love,” Mihawk said, turning off into a side road, they were only a few minutes out, “We’re scared at your potential to burn out if you keep burning the candle at both ends.”

“Especially if you are planning on being a full-time student,” Shanks added.

“Okay, I promise I’ll give it some thought, I will have to give my two weeks as soon as we get back.” She responded, thinking out the details as she talked.

“That’s all we ask,” Mihawk said, as they pulled into a long freshly plowed driveway. The rest of the property and surrounding area had a decent covering of snow. His hand moved from her thigh to shift from drive to park once they settled up next to a purple jeep.

“Huh, looks like Judith and Marge beat us here,” Shanks commented, stepping out of the car. He groaned at the unfiltered light of the sun without the car’s tinted windows. Mihawk and Himiko followed suit as they made their way to the trunk of the car. The door had just finished its slow automatic opening when She spotted two older women standing on the back porch to their right. She followed after Shanks and Mihawk as they went to greet the caretakers.

Based on the descriptions they had told her she assumed the older black woman on the left was Judith and the older asian woman on the right was Marge. If it weren’t for the gray in their hair Himiko would have guessed they were in their early fifties instead of their late sixties. They were definitely close with Mihawk and Shanks, at least enough to tailor to their comfort levels. Both women greeted Shanks with a hug and then gave Mihawk a handshake. Before Himiko could even begin to feel awkward Judith gave her a warm smile.

“You must be Himiko,” Marge said as the men moved to the side allowing Himiko through.

“Um, yeah, it’s nice to meet both of you,” Himiko managed to get out through her nerves. This was the first time she interacted with anyone outside of her friend group (and Boa) who knew about the dimensions of her relationship with the couple.

“Oh, baby there’s no reason to feel nervous, we’re no strangers to polyamory. You should have seen the polycule networks of queer women in the 70s.” Judith laughed, causing her to smile back in response.

“This is your sugar baby?” Marge asked rhetorically, “She’s too beautiful for either one of you let alone both, you better be paying her well.” She paused before turning to Himiko, “Sweetheart, are they paying you well?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Himiko answered rushed as she felt her face begin to heat up from Marge’s aggressive compliment.

“And she’s polite to her elders,” Judith mused, “Sweetheart if this doesn’t work out, I think you’d be perfect for our granddaughter.”

Marge hummed in agreement, “That’s true, you’d make a very cute couple.”

“Okay, okay,” Shanks cut in trying to reel the conversation back, “We didn’t bring her here for you to set her up with Amy. We brought her because she’s already in a relationship,” He said, gesturing to him and Mihawk, “And we’d like to spend more unobstructed time with her.”

“I just think she deserves to know her options,” Judith said raising her hands up defensively.

“I agree,” Marge said, backing her wife up.

“Not to bring this back on topic, but were there any major issues while we were gone?” Mihawk asked with a small, amused quirk on his lips. The conversation shifted to home repairs, raccoons getting into the garbage, and a small bat infestation in the attic that had all been dealt with. The older couple walked with Shanks around the property as they spent just as much time filling him in on home repairs, as they did on the small-town gossip. Meanwhile, Mihawk and Himiko unloaded the car and got each item to its designated spot, leaving the real unpacking to take place after breakfast. While Himiko knew factually that they owned a lake house, she didn’t expect it to be so big. She had been picturing a small, but comfortable cabin in the woods.

It was larger than any home she had ever lived in with her father. The main floor consisted of an open floor plan kitchen/living room area and had a wall of glass facing the lake. There was also a laundry room, and a half bath as well as access to the two-car garage. The second floor had two full baths, one for the three guestrooms, and the other in the master bedroom. Himiko brought up her suitcase, the last thing to be unpacked, up to the master bedroom while Shanks and Mihawk caught up with the older couple. She hummed to herself as she made her way through the second floor to their bedroom. It had a similar layout to their bedroom back in the city. There was a huge bed and bathroom fit with a tub big enough for the three of them. Instead of a glass wall that led out to a balcony in the city, there was a terrace with multiple pots of plants that had been snowed over. The only thing that struck her as weird was the two doors that weren’t open. She knew logically that one was most likely a walk-in closet, it was the other one she couldn’t figure out. When she opened the door closest to her it confirmed her theory that it was a walk-in closet. She parked her suitcase there before exploring next door.

When she first walked in it looked like another smaller closet, except instead of clothing hanging from the hooks, there were various ropes of different sizes, thicknesses, and materials. Outside of that, there was a sleek black dresser. Himiko glances over her shoulder before opening the top drawer to the dresser. Even though she was in a relationship with the couple it felt kinda dirty to go through their things. It was filled with sex toys, specifically ones that those with penises would enjoy. One drawer had cock rings, other vibrators, another had a fleshlight, and other insertion toys. Himiko could feel the blood rush to her face as she closed the last drawer and slowly backed out of the closet. She turned around to shut the door, stopping just short of running right into Mihawk’s chest. He gently held onto her waist to steady her, as she rested her hand on his chest for balance.

“Having fun snooping love?” Mihawk asked in a teasing tone. If she didn’t already feel flustered, she certainly did now.

“Um-I” she started, losing her train of thought as she got lost in Mihawk’s eyes.

“It’s alright darling, you were bound to explore that closet at some point this week.” Mihawk said with a slight upturn of his lips, “Though unsurprisingly you found it ten minutes in.”

“It’s more of a sex shop than a closet,” Himiko commented without thinking, causing Mihawk’s smirk to widen.

“I suppose you’re right, though it is unfinished,” Mihawk commented.

“Unfinished?” Himiko questioned as he rubbed small circles into her hips.

“Mhh,” he hummed, “There’s an empty drawer for you to love.”

“Oh,” she replied dumbfounded for the second time today.

“We were planning on bringing you to Marge’s shop at some point this week if you’d like to explore different sex toys. Only of course if you would feel comfortable with that.”

“Yeah,” she responded quietly, still buffering as she took in the situation. Mihawk mistook her quietness for shyness. He gently cupped her face and tilted it upwards, thumb rubbing comfortingly along her jaw.

“There’s no reason to be shy darling; there are very few things that you could do that would cause us to negatively judge you. And after getting to know you I’d doubt that you’d be capable of that on any level.” Mihawk started, “Now are you feeling hungry? We were planning on heading into town for breakfast if you’re feeling up for it after the drive.”

“Yes, Sir,” Himiko responded, placing her hand over his hand and cupping her face. He leaned down for a short, but sweet kiss before reluctantly pulling away. His hand released her face in favor of holding her warm hand in his cold grasp.

By the time they made their way back to the driveway, the jeep was gone. Shanks greeted her with a smile, as he leaned against their car.

“What was the hold-up?” Shanks asked as Mihawk unlocked the car.

“She found the second closet,” Mihawk answered for Himiko. Shanks smirked in response.

“Well, that’s no surprise, she’s always been an over achiever,” Shanks responded. While his sunglasses were in the way, Himiko knew he was giving her a mischievous look.

“So where are we going to eat?” Himiko asked, trying to segway the conversation away from sex. She was always easy to fluster when she was sleepy. It didn’t help that her only form of caffeine for the day was more sugar than coffee. She would need a real cup of coffee or an energy drink before she would be ready for any of those kinds of conversations. Or rather that level of caffeine to not make her feel like a total fool in front of them.

“It’s a diner called Saplings,” Shanks answered, opening the back door on the passenger’s side for Himiko. They shared a smile as she climbed into the middle seat and Shanks closed the door for her.

“Why is it called Sapling?” she asked as the couple buckled up their seat belts.

“They have an intensive selection of different maple syrups,” Mihawk answered.

“Aw, that’s really cute,” Himiko mused as they began to back out of the driveway.

“Have there been any sex toys you’ve been curious about?” Shank asked, clearly not ready to move on from the topic at hand.

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly, beginning to feel flustered, “I’ve only really ever used sex toys when having sex with women.”

“So more like dildos, vibrators, and strap-ons?” Shanks inquired.

“Yeah, even though they were mainly used on me I do have preferences when it comes to different strap-on harnesses.” Himiko answered, “I guess outside of this,” she said gesturing in a circle, “I’ve never had planned out sex with a man; it was always more of a spur of the moment kinda thing.”

Mihawk acknowledged her with a brief hum before Shanks began to ask more questions.

“So, you’ve never pegged anyone before?” he asked.

“No,” she confirmed as they pulled up to the diner, it was on the smaller side but looked lively. It was quarter to eleven, if Himiko had to guess she’d say it was the rush from the after-church crowd that filled the place up.

“Would you like to?” Shanks asked as Mihawk turned off the car.

“Yeah, I’d definitely would peg either of you if it were planned out; at least for the first time.” She answered.

 “Hmm, I think that should be on the top of the list of toys if we do end up at Marge’s shop. You know in case we need one we have would already have an emergency strap-on” Shanks suggested. Himiko didn’t need to see Mihawk’s face to know he was giving Shanks an unimpressed look.

“In what situation would we end up in a pegging emergency?” Himiko asked, amused.

“I don’t know, I guess if one of us is busy and the other wants to do cock warming or have their back blown out.” Shanks answered casually, before getting out to first to open the door for her.

“Ah, yes the biggest problem in a bisexual throuple; not enough dicks.” Himiko commented jokingly, before pausing, “I don’t think I’ve ever fucked anyone with that big of a dildo before.” she added, getting out of the car.

“What size dildos are you used to using?” Mihawk asked as he circled around to their side.

“With most of the women I used a strap on with it was never up to your size preferences,” Himiko answered.

“Oh, and what’s our size preference sunshine?” Shanks asked, teasingly.

“You’re saying that like you weren’t a certified size queen before we got together.” Mihawk cut in, a smirk forming on his lips.

“That’s not true,” Shanks dismissed, but while his words said one thing the blush forming on his face indicated the other.

“But even though you two are together wouldn’t he still be a size queen then? It’s not like he downgraded when you got serious.” Himiko mused as Shanks got more flustered.

“Hmm, I suppose you’re right darling.” Mihawk agreed as his smirk widened. While it wasn’t unheard of for Shanks to get this flustered, it was definitely a feat to wind him up so quickly. Especially to the point of silence. Shanks didn’t talk until they slid into their assigned booth in the back of a restaurant. It was so full and loud, that they were just able to hear each other. After the waitress took their order, and they were informed of the longish wait time the throuple settled in each nursing their coffees. While it wasn’t up to the standard Himiko was used to, it wasn’t the worst coffee she ever had. It made her reminiscent of all the meals she had been served at various diners across the country while her dad was still alive.

“You know sunshine, I’m not above making an example out of you for mouthing off like that,” Shanks said, taking a sip of his coffee. Before she could respond, Mihawk once again cut in.

“You say that like she wouldn’t enjoy that.”

“But she has a praise kink,” Shanks rebutted, “You’ve seen how her face lights up when being praised and how tight she gets,”

It was now Himiko’s turn to feel embarrassed as her partners openly discussed her mannerisms.

“While a week ago I’d agree with you, you didn’t see how desperate she got when I was lecturing her about the idea of disciplining her in the bedroom. She looked like she was one scrutinizing comment away from accepting any punishment I saw fit. She even bit her bottom lip in that way she does whenever she gets turned on.”

Himiko quickly released her bottom lip from its place sandwich between her teeth, before she could even attempt to defend herself the food arrived, and after the waitress left the couple continued talking about her like she wasn’t sitting right there. While she knew on some level this was rude, she also couldn’t bear to stop their conversation.

“Okay while that may be true it doesn’t mean she doesn’t prefer being praised,” Shanks argued.

“You don’t know that.” Mihawk argued, “We’ve never tried it before.”

“Care to put your money, where your mouth is Dracule?” Shanks taunted, “If she’s really so turned on by being degraded by you then you can go on a solo date with her before the week is over and spoil her as much as you’d like.”

“And if you win?” Mihawk inquired.

“Then I get to go on a solo date with her and spoil her as much as I’d like.” He answered. Mihawk hummed in thought before nodding in agreement.

“And how do we determine which she likes better?” he asked.

“Easy we fuck her at the same time, whoever can get her to cum first wins.” Shanks answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “Is that okay with you sweetheart?” he asked, finally acknowledging her.

“Y-yeah,” she stumbled out, already wet from the idea of this wager. They turned their attention back to their breakfasts. The second the waitress stops by to check on them they ask for the check. Himiko took a final swig of her coffee before following behind the couple as they made their way to the counter to pay and made their way back to the car. The short car ride was silent, but electric as each DILF tried to form a plan of attack. Himiko tried to stay still but couldn’t help rubbing her legs together for some relief. She knew whatever each one of them was coming up with was bound to put her out of commission. She couldn’t imagine what state she’d be in by experiencing both their plans.

Shanks once again opened the car door for her. The couple walked up to the bedroom at a leisurely pace, that was still too fast for Himiko’s shorter legs. She bit her lip out of habit as she sped walked to keep up with them. Once the door shut behind her the energy in the room shifted. Shanks immediately began to strip, while Mihawk guided her to the bed and encouraged her to sit down as he sat down to her right.

“Before we start, I want to make sure you’re aware of all your safeguards incase anything makes you uncomfortable.” Mihawk started, “I know you’re aware of the stop light system and your safe word, but I also wanted to let you know what I may do so it doesn't blindside you. Especially because it’s our first time exploring this together. I’m going to be calling you names, and may strike you is that okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” Himiko nodded, the way Mihawk’s eyes sharpened at the mention of that title was not lost on her.

“Where do you feel comfortable being smacked?”

“I think just my bottom,” she replied after pausing to think.

“Would you be interested in me spanking your pussy?” He asked, “Or just your ass?”

Himiko could feel her face begin to warm again, “Um, I guess both.”

“Do you have any hang-ups or questions?” he asked, getting up from the bed.

“No, at least none that I can think of now. I’ll use my safe word if anything doesn’t feel right.” She answered, Mihawk smiled in response as he too began to strip. Himiko unintentionally bit her lip as Mihawk eased out of his jewel-toned top and started on the buckle of his belt. She jumped when a warm hand grasped her chin and physically pulled her attention from Mihawk.

“Baby, you know it’s rude to stare, don’t you?” Shanks asked teasingly, holding her face in a gentle cradle.

“Sorry, Daddy,” Himiko apologized, trying hard to focus on maintaining eye contact as his swollen cock swayed with his movement inches away from her mouth.

“It’s okay baby, I know you’d never do anything rude intentionally; you’re our good girl after all,” Shanks replied, thumb gently stroking her cheek.

“I don’t know about that,” Mihawk cut in, making his way over to them, Himiko tried hard to focus on his face and not how his member moved with him.

“She’s barely listening to anything we’re saying,” Mihawk said, now standing next to Shanks, “She’s too distracted by our cocks to give us her full attention.” Shanks hummed in reply as Mihawk continued, “Though I suppose it’s not entirely your fault, after all, you’ve always been motivated by your need to be filled. You’ve always been a slut when it comes to pleasing us as well. Though I wonder if it’s only for us, or if you’d be just as happy taking a load from anyone that gives you attention.”

Himiko could feel the heat rush up her neck to the tips of her ears as she took in Mihawk’s accusation. She found herself frozen, just as she had been the first time he lectured her in his apartment.

“I dunno,” Shanks started, “She’s always been so good at taking us like a good girl. She never complains.”

“Those aren’t mutually exclusive,” Mihawk remarked, “Have you ever wondered how she got so good at taking our cocks, even with the bare minimum prep.” He said looking down at her with a scrutinizing glare, “I wonder how many cocks you’ve had inside of you to get that good; especially for someone your age.”

Himiko shook her head in response as she attempted to form a semi-cohesive thought.

“I-I don’t want anyone else, just you and Daddy,” she interjected, her voice bordering on the whinier side.

“That doesn’t mean you haven’t been a slut in the past.” Mihawk mused, “It didn’t take any coercion to get you into our bed the first time. Especially considering we had only entered this relationship days prior.”

“Please, Daddy,” Himiko openly whined as she rubbed her thighs together. “I need you,” she said looking up at him through her lashes. She could see Shanks’ resolve weaken in real time as he shifted to get closer to her.

“I have to give you some credit at least,” Mihawk said holding onto Shanks’ arm to stop him from moving any further, “You’re smart, at least for cock slut, to identify the weakest link and go after. You can’t wait to be filled by your Daddy, can you?” Himiko nodded in response, bottom lip sandwiched between her teeth. Mihawk smirked.

“Shameless,” he commented, “We may have to reconsider if you’re even worth wasting a load on. I bet it’s a dime a dozen to you. Just a dumb little whore who gets off on being used.”

“Please,” She whined, mind beginning to get hazy.

“Oh? And what are you planning on doing to earn your keep.” Mihawk asked, never breaking eye contact.

“Anything,” she responded breathlessly. She could feel the uncomfortable wetness of her slick soaking through her panties. Mihawk’s smirk widened.

“Get up then,” he ordered, Himiko only tilted her head in confusion.

“Oh darling, it’s going to be a long day if you question every one of our demands; don’t worry you’ll be back to being a cum dump soon enough.” Mihawk chastised, tugging her up by her upper arm, in a firm, but gentle grasp. The couple then took a seat at the end of the bed. Himiko looked down at Mihawk, staying still in their switched position until his next command.

“Strip,” he ordered. She nodded, quickly shedding her flannel. Before she could move on to her thermal, Mihawk’s hands shot out to stop her.

“Slower,” he said, releasing his grasp on her arm, “Make a show for your Daddy,”

Himiko couldn’t help but bite her lip as her eyes locked onto Shanks’. He looked as desperate as she felt. Since he had sat down his hand had moved down to his cock as he shamelessly teased himself, gaze never leaving her body. Too enraptured by her and Mihawk’s interactions to keep up with his own role.

She slowly tugged her thermal over her head, before moving onto the front clasp of her bra. She made sure to alternate eye contact so neither man would feel left out as her bust bounced out of its restraint. Her bra slid off her arms, joining the pile of clothing on the floor. A deep whine escaped her as she slid down her leggings. The couple gained a perfect view of her slick connecting her to her bottoms.

“Fuck,” Shanks groaned, now unabashedly jerking off.

“So wet already love?” Mihawk asked an amused, but not surprised look. She nodded rolling her lip between her teeth, consciously keeping her hands to the side to avoid the need she had for release.

“Make Daddy cum,” he ordered, now grasping his own member. Himiko immediately dropped to her knees, shuffling forward between the redhead’s thighs.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted with a groan.

“Hey, Daddy,” she replied back, replacing Shanks’ hand with her own. She moaned onto his cock as she licked up the overflow of precum, before sucking his head into her mouth.

“Fuck,” Shanks moaned, “Such a good girl, doing so well. Fuck.” his hand threaded through her hair to keep her at his preferred pace. Himiko could feel her core pulse with the need for release. Looking up Mihawk pulled Shanks in for a desperate kiss as he fisted his own cock. Himiko saw the window and slowly slid her hand down to her folds, sliding two fingers up and down her slit before she breached her pussy. She couldn’t hold back her moans as she quickly ascended closer and closer to her orgasm. Her eyes snapped shut as Shanks came deep down her throat. She continued to suck, past the point of overstimulation, as her own orgasm ripped through her. Once she came back down from her high, she eased off Shank’s member, panting. Shanks immediately fell backward as he basked in the afterglow of his orgasm.

Her eyes widened as she opened her eyes to find Mihawk already looking down at her with a sharp gaze.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, as she eased her fingers out of her cunt, hand literally caught in the cookie jar.

“Sir-” she tried to start before he hushed her.

“Exactly who gave you permission to cum darling?” he asked, releasing his cock, moving to grip her face and force eye contact.

“No one,” she panted. Mihawk hummed, before responding.

“And who’s in charge?” he asked.

“You and Daddy,” she answered, “I’m sorry Sir.”

“Oh, you will be darling,” Mihawk responded, he moved up the bed, careful to avoid Shanks as he patted his lap. Himiko stood up on shaky legs and crawled up to meet him.

“Lay down love,” he directed, Himiko wordlessly crawled onto his lap face down. She was immediately aware of Mihawk’s pulsing member against her stomach.

“While I never explicitly told you not to cum, you’ve always asked in the past.” Mihawk started, “To the point that I assumed you were aware of that rule. Now, how many spanks do you think you deserve to curve your behavior darling?” he asked stroking her ass. Himiko tried to think clearly, but her mind was still foggy from her orgasm.

“10?” she responded.

“Are you telling me or asking me?” he replied.

“Telling.” She said in the firmest voice she could muster for now.

“Good, you will be counting after each strike, is that clear love?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied with a whine as he pushed her thighs apart for easy access to her pussy. Before she could even react to the cool air on her hot core Mihawk landed a strike on her right cheek.

“One,” she said as he rubbed down over where he hit.

“Two, three,” she gasped out as he progressively moved lower down towards her core.

“Four,” she started before choking out, “Five,” when he backhanded her in the same movement.

“Color,” he asked smoothing a cool hand down her bottom.

“Green, please Sir,” she said, borderline begging. She didn’t need to confirm it to know her slick was leaking down onto Mihawk’s thigh. He hummed in acknowledgment, before removing his hand. Himiko was about to plead for more when he suddenly came down on her with three hard smacks, two of which were backhanded. She quickly called out the numbers, before he moved his hand back. She inadvertently held her breath waiting for the last two. She was mildly disappointed he hadn’t spanked her pussy. Himiko was convinced he was psychic as he landed the last two hard strikes to her pussy within the same breath of her thought. She listed off the last two numbers as his cool palm cupped her sex to give a bit of relief from the hard hits. She fell against his lap as she tried her hardest not to grind against his hand.

“Good,” Mihawk praised briefly, “I guess you aren’t totally beyond hope.”

Himiko hummed in acknowledgment as she pulled back from his lap.

“Love, I’m going to fuck you now, if you’re still up for it,” Mihawk asked. Shanks stirred from his stupor and crawled up to meet Himiko as she made a decision.

“Okay,” she nodded, pussy throbbing not only from pain but also neediness.

“You may cum, but only after I do; is that clear?” Mihawk asked.

“Yes, Sir” she responded with a nod, straddling his lap with shaky legs. Shanks moved in behind her not only to physically support her but also to be there emotionally.

“Sir, may I?” she asked looking up at him.

“Whenever you’re ready darling,” Mihawk responded, hands migrating to her hips. She let out a sigh of relief as the head of his cock breached her slit. As always she eased herself down as slowly as possible to allow her body time to adjust to the girthy intrusion.

“Fuck,” she moaned as he bottomed out.

“Go on, be a good girl and take your load,” Mihawk ordered, grip becoming bruising, as he held himself back from fully taking over. He tried his hardest not to get ahead of himself. He had to pace himself it was only halfway through their first day; and they had a whole week to go. A moan escaped him as she found a steady fast rhythm. Mihawk rubbed up and down her sides. He was close trying to stifle his orgasm for as long as possible.

He only lasted a few more minutes. His downfall was the sight of how beautiful Himiko looked as she lost herself in the feeling of his cock. She let out a moan, as she played with her chest, and ground herself down on his pubic bone for any relief she could find for her clit. He came without warning, his grasp on her hips tightening as he thrusted up hard inside of her. He let out a drawn-out “Fuck,” as Himiko began to bounce on him, still chasing her own release. They moaned in unison. Mihawk from overstimulation and Himiko for the relief Shanks greeted her by rubbing her clit. She came with a shout, before collapsing onto his lap. He held her in his arms, soothingly rubbing up and down on her back, as Shanks slipped out from behind her. He reappeared with a washcloth just as Himiko eased off of his lap. He made quick work of cleaning them before tossing the washcloth in the vicinity of their hamper and joining them in a cuddly mess.

“So, I guess you won huh?” Shanks said over Himiko’s shoulder as she began to slip into sleep.

“I don’t think I’ve ever lost when either of you are involved,” Mihawk answered, pulling him in for a chaste kiss.

MASTERLIST

[adevotedreader]

“I feel it should go without saying, but you were more than welcome to join me when you came in.”

A blush curled across Maverick’s cheeks. “Your assistant is in the other room.”

“Then I guess you better be quiet.”

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SUGAR BABY AU

Ch.5 Champagne problems

Characters in this series: Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Carol Danvers, Darcy Lewis, Maria Hill, Kate Bishop, Pepper Potts, Valkyrie, Shuri

Summary: Keeping your promises can be hard if you are being challenged on them all the time. You try to keep your face straight and enjoy one free evening, but are any of your evenings actually free? What are your actual feelings towards people around you? You can't figure it out if you won't stop to think about it.

Warnings: age gap relationships, sugar mommy/sugar baby relationships, swearing, mensplaning, all story is gonna be +18, you are responsible for your own ass. 

Word count: 9612

A/N: I appreciate everyone's patience. I hope you will enjoy this chapter just as much as I do. Thank you for all the comments. It really helps to get a new perspective on things and really motivates me to keep going. Big thanks to my amazing friend, this series wouldn't be here without you @charturnus. And big thanks to my forever judge of the chapters @sweetixsblog!

The flat is just a quick stop for both of you, and it's no surprise it's empty. At this time, everybody is probably already at Carol's house. After this emotional load of today you wish you could stay home, relax, unwind the stress, but promises were made, and you are not someone who breaks them. You tell Kate to take a shower first, and you go to look into Darcy's room for both your costumes. Nicely put dresses take you off guard but as you see just as beautiful a three part set for you with pants you take a breath in. You slowly touch the fabric, taking in the view. Kate will look incredible in hers. It's bigger than you thought but looks so light with the volume of it. The colour is lavender, and it's going to brighten Kate's face so much, the corset is black which is matching to yours, and it's going to be an amazing contrast to her bright look. 

“It's beautiful” You turn around at the sound of your friend's voice. She is standing by the door, covered just by the towel waiting for her primer to dry, so she can finish her makeup. 

“Yes it is. And you are going to look incredible in it, sweetheart.” You tell her and move to the side to let her see the dress in its all glory. 

“I was talking about yours, but I think we both will steal some glances after being so fashionably late.” She puts a tender hand on your shoulder, looking deeply into your eyes, trying to read your emotions of your irises as you are hiding something from her. She had this feeling all day. In moments like those, you are also wondering if you are hiding something from her, or yourself. You put a strand of her hair gently behind her ear so as not to disturb the primer in any way and when you are about to answer, your phone starts to ring. You pick it up, being sure it's Darcy calling to hurry you up, because no texts and no phone calls all day is a weird behaviour for her. Furthermore, you are grateful for the space she gave you and Kate, but it's 9pm, and you probably should head that way already. 

“Hey, we are getting ready and…..” You cut mid-sentence, making Kate look at you, quizzingly.

“No I…. Okay I understand but I can't right now. “ You look at her, a few lines appear on your forehead. Your voice sounds distressed and it shakes a little. 

“No…. The answer is no, I helped you enough for now.” You start pacing the room. Whoever is on the other side of it is definitely stressing you out, and Kate can see it. 

“HOW MUCH?” You didn't mean for it to come out so loud, but it ripped out of you. Right now, you know, Kate has questions. One hand is holding the phone while the second is in your hair, looking like you are going to pull all of it out in a second. 

“I'm sending you half of it. I don't have any more right now, and I also have to eat. I'm sorry….. Well, I'm sorry you are disappointed…. Sucks for both of us, I guess.” With that, you hang up a phone and take a breath in. You quickly type something on your phone and as you put it down Kate can see that you are really trying to figure out something, battling with yourself, she just can't figure out what it is about. She slowly closes the distance between you, searching for your eye contact. 

“Yn is everything okay?” You smile at her, and Kate hates it. As much as you know her, she learned a thing or two about you too, and this fake demeanour pisses her off. 

“Yeah …. Yes, it's just a client of mine not happy with his essay. He is going to pay me less.” 

“Oh.” It really didn't seem like it, your reaction was far too strong for some boy to put you off like that. As much as Kate tries to sympathise with you, she never struggled with money, so it really doesn't seem like a big deal for her, for you on the other hand every unplanned loss of money is a big hit. Kate decides to leave the topic and start collecting things to dress up and finish her look, letting you go to take a shower. 

“Kate?” She looks at you. 

“Can we take your car? I don't have money for a cab right now, and I'm not drinking, so I thought… I'm going to give you gas money back after the pay cheque if you are okay with that.” Kate smiles at you as if you are dumb, but this time in a cute way.

“Mom filled up the tank, so you don't have to give me any money back, and I actually wanted to ask you if you can drive, you are not drinking and being able to leave at any moment we want is a blessing.” This is exactly what you needed to hear, that's how you know it's not true, but you appreciate every moment when your friends are trying to make you feel safe and secure around them. As much as the phone call just added to the mental load, it's something you will have to take care of later, now you don't have time.

It takes both of you an additional 30 minutes to get yourself ready and start driving to the location. You can never get used to the way Carol's house looks like, her main house, you might add. You never thought that you would even have a chance to surround yourself with wealthy people, not talk about being friends with them. As you drive through the gate and park the car in order for both of you space, you take a quick look at the changes in Carol's garden. It's not too overloaded with greenery but the natural bushes creating a path to the entrance is something you fell in love with, the first time you visited her with Darcy. It's a little different at the moment, and you are grateful for that. Added lanterns in the ground help you and Kate find your way on a cold November evening. You hold Kate's arm under yours, soothing her hand to calm down her nerves, or maybe yours, as much as you don't think there is anything you should be stressed about you don't feel at peace. There is a vivid thought about Natasha and Wanda in your head, but you let it go past you as you hear Kate ring the doorbell. You can feel the vibration of music under your feet, it's surprising because to be honest you can barely hear it from outside. As the door opens up you expect Carol to be on the other side of it, you are surprised to be greeted by the waiter, who lets you in by giving each of you a glass of champagne in matching glasses. You always feel bad correcting any workers, you know how it is to be in their place, so you don't say anything. Glass looks amazing in your hand, reflecting all the lights in the room, bright enough to give you a headache at the end of this evening. 

“YN! , KATE!” you hear Maria's voice coming from the opened dancing space. She runs to hug you both and just in time you put down the champagne, avoiding any of it landing on your, well not yours but probably expensive clothes. 

“You. Both. Look. Incredible.” Maria makes sure to punctuate every single word. She loosely holds yours and Kate's hand in hers. You grab it harder and slowly spin her around. 

“Look at you! You look amazing.” She really does, the whole dress up concept suits her so much, she looks like taken straight out of Bridgethones.

As Maria puts her focus on Kate for a second, asking her how she feels and when did you both go, giving her a second glass at the same time, you take your time to drift off away for a second. Carol's interior design feels like visiting a museum in the best sense of it, but this time she has outdone herself. All the details to bring everybody straight into the new world make it all work together with her natural look of the house. The big living room is turned into a dancing floor. A big piano at the side of it gives amazing contrast to the size of this space. Kitchen is opened only for the staff, and you respect that, sitting area have new pillows and added decorations like tones of fresh flowers with almost overwhelming smell and red carpets as a 

guide to the bathrooms and balcony for people that want to smoke or just take some fresh air. Even waiters have their own costumes. Most of the work makes live music. It's amazing, and you can't wait to let yourself fall into it, watching the orchestra play relatively new music in a classical way. You are in awe how amazing everything is prepared. 

You chose a nice place for yourself a little bit more on the side, halfway to the first floor, where lights are dimmed. High ground is something you enjoy, it opens many more possibilities to observe. Also, you are harder to reach and that gives you the upper hand, literally. Darcy and Carol walk around still talking to some businessmen and other high hierarchy people. You can tell by the way they try to charm their way to Carol's ass, so desperate for her to choose them, that it's funny. You are still worried about Kate, so you follow along with your eyes in red carpet paths to find her in the crowd. She stands at the bar, drinking her, you hope, still second glass of champagne, her eyes are fixated on something, really focused on one space, or person. As you follow her line of sight, you see Maria dancing with an elegant woman who you remember as Pepper. Kate looks almost jealous, and you can't figure out about which one of them. As all your friends are located, you let yourself drown in thoughts about everybody around, who is the most shitty person in the room, who is the drama at the bottom of the stairs about and why the hell someone allowed this dude in sweats even come in here. Just as the thought flew through your mind, you saw a security guard pull the guy outside. You started laughing to yourself about the situation when someone interrupted your peace. 

“Would you like something to drink, ma’am?” The waiter asks you politely, and you swear to god you will never get used to people calling you ma’am.

“Non-alcoholic beer please and thank you.” With a nod, he leaves you once again to yourself. 

It takes him just a second to bring it back, service is incredible as always at this type of event. You go back to your favourite thing, looking around and as much as you don't care about two redheads, more worried about them annoying you all evening, you can't help but notice them at the edge of the bar. Wanda wears an incredible deep red dress that fully matches the colour of her lips, all her accessories are black though and as you look a little to her right you can see why, right next to her Natasha wears a black suit with red accessories. They are fully matching to each other, and you can't help but smile to yourself. It's nice to see this kind of energy between them. Natasha’s hand leaning on the small of Wanda's back, Wanda's hand reaching, in any moment they are alone, to hold her wife close. They both stand there with a glass of wine, from time to time talking to some important looking man, maybe clients as you assume. You are invested in observing them, probably a little too invested, because you didn't realise that you finished your beer that fast. You look for some place to put it down, but no waiters are around you right now, so you go back to leaning over the smooth, shiny handrail, trying to land your sight back on two women, unfortunately you find their spot empty. Searching through the crowd, you turn right, just to bump into someone standing really close to you. Bump is actually a light choice of words. You fully went into that person just to bounce back, and if it wasn't for their hand catching you, you would surely fall. These two seconds of you almost falling is enough to notice a strong grip on your waist, fingers digging into your skin in a protective manner. To catch some balance, your hand shoots up to grab whoever is in front of you by the side of their jacket with your right hand and the handrail with your left.  You pick your head up, and you see Natasha looking down at you, with Wanda on her left side holding you by your shoulder to also prevent you from stumbling back. The woman you went into has this sickening smirk on her face, and you would love to wipe it off, but you promised your friend to be nice, maturity it is. 

“I apologise, I didn’t see you there.” You say politely as you move out of their reach, placing your hand from Natasha’s jacket to her chest, pushing lightly to create a comfortable space between you. 

“Don't worry, sugar, we got your back.” Words spill out of her smirking lips, as her hands still linger in proximity to your body, and you need to compose yourself for a second. Don't be a bitch, you think to yourself, trying to keep your sarcasm at bay. Maybe honesty will be a good way of dealing with it, so you decide to try it. You clear your throat before speaking, a little too theatrical. 

“If you don't mind-’’ you start, but the waiter moves next to you, so you take the chance and put your beer bottle down on his tray, trying not to ruin his balance, before you continue. 

“I wanted to ask you something.” 

“Go ahead, we don't bite.” This time, Wanda is speaking, and you need to remind yourself to not fall for her warm voice. Her hand did not move from your shoulder, so you decided to gently grab her wrist and physically remove it from yourself. Her skin is soft, softer than you thought, her body is hot which is not surprising with so many people around, and the heating on. As a part of her makeup, she used body mist that smells like roses, and sparkles in the bright lighting of the room. Some of it stays on the tips of your fingers, and you tell yourself to not touch an expensive outfit that you have on, worrying it might ruin it. She gets the idea and actually looks kind of guilty of not letting you go herself after you moved back. 

“What's up with the pet names?” They look confused, but you don't mind clarifying. Always willing to go the extra mile if that means that people will leave you alone. 

“You saw me… hm… let's see…3 times in your life, you know basically nothing about me, except the things my friends said about me, and for some God knows what reason you feel comfortable enough to call me all kinds of pet names. I just find it weird. What makes you feel so comfortable?” It's funny, the picture in front of you. Two mature, adult and powerful women being taken aback with honesty and putting down boundaries, at least that's what it looks like to you. 

“We didn't think you would be against it. Nobody ever was.” Natasha lowered her voice, sounding really confident, which is not fitting for what you read off of her facial expression. Her brows furrowed in confusion and her lips without a smirk, which is not a usual view. 

“It's meant to be sweet, heart-warming, and usually it makes beautiful women like yourself feel special.” Wanda adds to her wife's statement, providing a little bit more of their point of view. 

“Usually.” You throw under your breath, not being able to catch your bitchiness at bay before your mouth betrays you. Your arms are crossed on your chest, not knowing how to stand or act in front of them. They make you nervous, and you don't enjoy the way your senses are tingling when you are with them. With the goosebumps on your forearms, the muscles on your back tightening, and your fingers twitching, your anxiety is up through the roof.

“Actually, yn, I find it weird that you don't like it. Why does it make you so uncomfortable? You are a beautiful, funny, creative woman, whose company we really enjoy.” Natasha gets a little bit closer to you, her hands lightly trying to reach you, get a chance to touch you again, just being close is all she wants. Pulling any physical reaction out of you gives her information that you yourself are not even aware of. She is really observant of your breathing, how your chest rises when they are close and as careful she tries to be with you, she is sure this is not hatred talking through your body. All of those signs tell her that you crave them, that you are attracted to them. That's what those reactions always meant to them, so it has to mean the same thing, right? 

“You see baby, we would love to get to know you a little bit more, but you seem to run away a lot from us. Do we make you nervous?” Wanda is still on your right side, her voice reaches your ear, and you swear to God you can feel the hair on the back of your neck standing up, ugh. Her hand moves smoothly, closer to your arm, the tips of her fingers drawing a pattern on your forearm, leaving a shiny trail behind and as your arm flexes under her touch, you are trying to think of an excuse to move out of their reach. 

“No!” You answer her question, probably a little too harshly and too loud. You step back, your body is covered in goosebumps making you feel nervous, cornered and not safe with them. Your arms flex with worry, and you cross them on your chest, informing them that there is a line that you won't allow them to cross. At the same time, your mind is trying to come up with any way to make them feel that you won't let them overpower you, anything to show them that you are not someone to be played with. 

“Do I make you nervous, Wanda?” This is the first time you called her by her name, and her eyes widened at the sound, only now realising that she feels much closer to you, than you actually are. It barely happens to her or her wife to feel a connection with people and for both of them to put that much interest in somebody, at the same time. Because of that there is so much need to understand what makes you… well you. The way your friends speak about you, the things they know, and they don't know, and how much of a saint you actually are. This is all Wanda can think about since she saw you at the coffee shop. This is all Natasha is talking about since her wife pointed you out, drinking coffee at a couple of tables next to them, with the most focused look they ever saw on someone. This is not something they are willing to lose, not when it took them so much time to find it. They were on countless dates, dinners, and one-night stands. All girls are similar to each other, most of them not even trying to hide the fact that they are only interested in their money. This doesn't bother them that much, but they decided it's not what they want. The fact is that Natasha and Wanda don't look for a sugar baby, but more of an actual addition to their relationship, someone who will make them feel more whole. Wanda is more patient about getting to know you, trying to make you like them or at least giving them a chance, Natasha on the other hand is impatient, she wants you now, in every way imaginable. Just as Wanda is about to nod at your question, her wife is speaking again, challenging you to reveal what you really think about them, but more in an inflated ego way. 

“Please yn, we can see how you act around us, how you squeeze your palms to control yourself, how you shiver when we are close, how you bite your lips at our every compliment.”

“Yes… yes, you are right. I need to bite myself to not be an ass to you. I promised Carol I would try, I squeeze my palms because I wanted to punch you at least 3 times in the last 5 minutes and I shiver because none of you respect any personal space, and it gives me high level anxiety, I would literally rather be in a metal cage in the middle of the ocean surrounded by starved sharks, profoundly bleeding.” Your face shows anger with every line appearing on your forehead, you step closer to Natasha, trying to make her understand that she plays the wrong game here, that you are nervous around them because…. Because they are…. They just….. You are…. Not sure why, and it just hit you. Why would you be, they are not trying to harm you, they are being obnoxious, but that shouldn't make you feel so emotional. This time Wanda is speaking and her voice is so much softer and calmer than Nat's.

“I don’t think you hate us, yn. I think you really want to, but you don't. Let us get to know you, let us show you who we are, and then decide. Give us a chance.” Her hair falls softly on the side of her face, her smile gracefully invites you into her idea, you want to listen to her, and you almost do. 

“Exactly, yn, we all know that you would fold for us if we wanted to.” You go straight back to the ground after Natasha's comment. A smirk appears on your face as your eyes meet hers. 

“You are so full of yourself. If the whole world is at your feet, then why can’t you find anyone suitable. If you are so confident, why won't you make me fold for you…. Sugar.” With each word, you get closer to her, close enough to look up at her eyes and put a finger at her chest as if it proves your statement. She is a little taller than you, and you look so innocent and sweet from up close. Her jaw is tight, her eyes fixated on you, and she fights with herself not to reach out for you. But Natasha sees more than you are aware of. She sees the way your breath shakes when you lock your eyes with hers. She sees how your body leans to the right when her wife is standing, witnessing the dynamics between you two. Before any of them can react to your comment, Maria comes to your rescue, pushing her way through two women,

“Yn, I need you.” Your friend whines while pulling your arm around her waist. Her face is red, her dress is creased, and she is out of breath. As a good support, you immediately follow her thinking that something happened, leaving two redheads behind, without a second thought. She doesn't ask about what she just witnessed, and you are so grateful for that. You let Maria drag you to the middle of the dance floor, basically making you dance with her because Pepper got tired. You don't blame her, Mia can be a lot sometimes, but that's exactly why you love her, you let music take over and find pleasure in the rhythm as music got a little bit more current style. Lost in having fun with Maria, none of you notice the rest of the group watching you carefully from the resting area. Wanda and Natasha joined Darcy and Carol on the couches, and Pepper brought some drinks over to them. Kate sits close to them but is too shy to attend the conversations. Alcohol is slowly making her loosen up, but it's still not the time. 

“Carol-” one of the red heads calls for her, taking her attention off of Darcy on her lap.

“Is there something between Maria and Yn?” Natasha asks boldly, not even trying to hide her motive. 

“Actually, I would also like to know.” Pepper chimes in, clearly showing her interest in your friend, she even sounds a little jealous. Darcy opens her mouth to speak but stops herself before it's too late. In this kind of social situation, energy between her and Carol shifts. In public, it's still held in some slow movements and gentle whispers between them, but as the house slowly clears up, only few groups left, they get more and more comfortable with their dynamics. Darcy knows that she should ask permission to speak before talking to her partner's friends, so she waits for her cue. Carol squeezes her thigh and gives her non-verbal permission to answer.

“Yn and Mia were always close, they have known each other a long time now, and sometimes I think they can read each other like a book. There is for sure some sexual attraction between them, but I don't think even they are aware of it. But to answer your question, there is nothing going on between them other than friendship.” Carol takes Darcy's hand into hers, reassuring her that she did good. 

“Hm, thank you, sweetheart.” Pepper hums and takes a long sip from her drink, finally taking her eyes off of the dance floor. 

“And you-” she stands up, her dress flowing behind her when she does, to add volume to her outfit. She moves to the couch in front of her, occupied just by Kate, and sits beside her closer than socially acceptable. Her arm follows the back of the couch, dangerously close to Kate's face. 

“I know you, don't I? I think we met last week at a meeting with Eleanor Bishop.” Kate’s eyes widened at realisation and fear. Her mother doesn't know anything about people around her, and Kate would like it to stay that way. 

“I… yes, Eleanor is … my mother, I believe we discussed cooperation between our companies.” How Kate keeps her face straight is a mystery, Pepper definitely intimidates her and after seeing her dancing with Maria and now trying to get to know her, she is at least confused about her own emotions. Today was a hard day for her and wanting to just let loose, mixed with alcohol, gives her enough courage to fall into the casual conversation with a beautiful older woman. 

The house is emptying more and more with every minute, it's crazy how many people can fit in here. Everybody falls into light conversions and loosen up after a long party, which is unfortunately a big part of their job. Carol and Darcy are in their own world as usual, Wanda is giggling with her wife about some comment she just said, but when Maria comes back and takes her place next to Pepper and Kate joining in their conversation, Natasha immediately looks for you on the dance floor. You are standing next to the balcony, a few minutes of fresh air can do wonders on your anxiety. It's a cold and bright night. Moon is fully out, brightening up the garden, making it look mysterious and scary, mainly in a good way. A minute to yourself is something you have been praying for since you got here, you know that in just a second you will have to go back and still be fairly active with your friends, despite your exhaustion, so you are trying to enjoy this moment as much as you can. Suddenly, a long shiver goes up from your neck down to the tips of your fingers. You feel a presence behind you and as you turn around, you just wish it wasn't….. Natasha. She approaches you calmly, but there is a strange confidence in each step she takes, each look she sends you, every word she speaks. Because of it, it's harder to read which parts of her are true and which parts are a mask she developed for herself. She is studying your face for a second, taking time to herself to decide her way to approach you, calling out in her head the bullshit of your actions, parts you are not realising are true. She wants to help you with that. 

'You are lying to yourself.” You are stunned by her boldness, but you don't speak, allowing her to elaborate on the topic. Your body on the other hand flexes immediately, straightening up you try taking more space, showing her that you are not an easy target, for whatever she is planning against you. 

“And about what exactly, Natasha?” You challenge her, that one is obvious, or maybe she challenges you. Either way, you know that all of this is a game to her. She is a predator, and you are a prey, not in this reality you're not. Not in your reality. 

“I know you want this y/n, I see you shivering at my touch, I see you looking at me from the other side of the room. The way you looked for me and Wanda in the crowd. I know what you need, and I know what you want. We can give you that, all of it, me and Wanda. You just need to say it, darling.'' She comes closer to you, with each word she tries to lock her eyes with yours to make you truly understand. Her right hand is now lightly touching your left. Her fingers are stroking your palm and her touch is surprisingly soft, delicate, like she is afraid of hurting you while her eyes are saying that, that's exactly what she wants to do. You don't move back, why don't you immediately move back? While you have a second to study her you start to understand that all those words, all she does right now is projecting. She is so afraid of being true with you that she tries to make you believe that her emotions are yours. That has to be the case because you are not attracted to her. Two can play that game. 

She comes even closer, with her left hand she holds you around your waist, hand lingering on the small of your back. She doesn't set it down, but you can feel the warmth radiating from it. It travels through you, and you at the top of your head, causing you to shiver.  Her perfume is really nice, and it's overwhelming in the best way. It's stronger than Wanda's and so much different than hers, but just as they are together it mixes with each other in perfect harmony, a little bit like them.  Her lips are so close to your ear, the intimacy of it makes you weak…. Sick…. It makes you sick. You turn your head to her direction, again being shorter than she at first was annoying to you, but now after her reactions you know how to use it to your advantage, You bring out your innocent eyes, steering up at her makes Natasha grab your waist, and you keep your cool together to not react on that. Her fingers are digging into your skin, her grip, like she is scared you are going to disappear. With the proximity, you both end up with lips inches apart. You smirk lightly when her breath hitches and her eyes shift, they become darker, or maybe it's the lightning in the room, or the moon covered by a cloud, or maybe you just imagined it. Natasha grabs your waist harder, and you put a hand in front of you to stop her, afraid she will try to bring you closer. Your hand lands on her stomach, she is flexed, and it seems like an act all over again. Your left hand is locked with hers, your bodies barely apart, only your palm standing in the way. You can feel two buttons under your fingertips, and her belt at the bottom of your palm, thick leather digs painfully into your skin, so you push at it, causing it to be pushed down. It happens so fast, but you can swear you heard Natasha lightly moan at this action, so you push a little bit harder. She bites her lips hard, and you don't take your eyes off of them as you speak.

"I want..." she focuses more on your voice. Pupils dilated and breath caught in her throat. Only now you start understanding that it's actually you that has all control over the situation. With all her confidence and boldness, in this very moment, you are the one that has control over her. Maybe you judged your friends too harshly on the dynamics of their relationship and this is something you need to put more thoughts in, but for now you need to handle the situation at hand. You repeat yourself. 

" I want .... you.... to leave me the fuck alone, and get into your head that I'm not someone you can play with." You saw how her eyes went from lust to shock in a split second. You push her again, getting out of her tight grip on your waist, which you actually might be bruised from, and leave her dumbfounded. It feels like an award. 

Shortly after you join them your friend, all of you fall into light conversations between each other, with you actively trying to ignore Natasha and Wanda. They don't make it easy for you, their eyes linger on you too long, too bold for you not to notice, but you won’t give them the pleasure of giving them any reaction. The next rounds of drinks were served and as you try to keep Kate out of taking any more, someone interrupts the conversation of your small circle. 

“Hello ladies.” Everybody looked up at a man that decided that the after party is the best moment to shoot his shot with Carol and point her interest at his ideas. He couldn’t be more wrong. 

“Hi, excuse me, but the party's over and only the closest friends are staying at this moment, I hope you understand. Thank you so much for attending.” Carol is bold, Carol is confident, and Carol doesn't like to repeat herself. 

“Well, that's exactly what I hoped to become.” He is not getting the clue, even when it's served to him on a silver platter. Darcy leaned in to inform you that the man standing in front of you is an owner of a StarL industry and his name is Peter Quill. You heard him before at the party, someone called him Lord and you laughed at the commitment to the party. As it turns out, it's a real title that he tries to get people to call him. His company focuses on tech development, and you can help but smell a copycat of Pepper. His outfit doesn't fit into the topic of the party, his hair looks greasy, and the stupid grin on his face makes you sick. He looks like your high school teacher that you truly hated, who was released from his job, due to his inappropriate behaviour towards some of the students. 

“What are you ladies talking about?” Still, this man can't get a clue. He seems so desperate for Carol's approval and probably the rest of the “MILF sisterhood of really expensive pants” club, that you are pretty sure he actively chooses to be oblivious.

“Art, music, girly stuff, probably nothing that would interest you.” Wanda is trying once again to tell him off. Her hand is on Natasha's thigh, maybe to feel her close, maybe to comfort her, but the main reason, as you assume by Natasha's body language, is stopping her from taking the case into her own hands. 

“That's exactly the thing I love, especially the part about girls.” Well, that was creepy. 

“But I know a lot about art and music. Actually-” he continues, and you wish he didn't. “ I saw this incredible painting, right there.” He points to the place above the piano. The painting is framed with a wooden frame, covered in hand made golden little leafs. It's hard to distinguish from so far what it is, but you had a chance to take a close look at it closely, when you entered the house. The painting shows a beautiful view of nature. Big forest is dark with some light falling through the trees creating spots of breaks between the darkness. It's really detailed, so you can't figure out the real looks of it, if you did not study it from up close. Between each tree in the sunless ground, there is a horror looking creature, creeping from the depth of it, looking afraid of the bright spots. 

“Oh, do you like it?” Wanda speaks again, taking your focus off the painting. 

“Yes, very. It reminds me of Albert Bierstadt. It's so detailed, I could see every leaf and it's so calm and domestic.” You can't help but laugh at his bullshit. Clearly he learned two or three names just to impress somebody and if you had no knowledge whatsoever maybe you would fall for it, but you do, and you call it bullshit. 

“What's so funny?” His arms are crossed on his chest, challenging you with his domination. All eyes are on you. 

“Bierstadt is a realist, there is nothing realistic about this painting, and please enlighten me what's so domestic about it?” He seems to be caught in a moment. His hands grabbing the side of the couch with unnecessary hard grip. 

“What do you think about it, yn?” Natasha moved closer to her wife, embracing her in a side hug, allowing Wanda to rest her head on her shoulder. They are both focused just on you, somewhat like the men disappeared, like everybody disappeared. 

“Well-” you start slowly, not really trusting why they are even asking your opinion. “ I really like it, it's an unusual piece.” They take a sip of wine and wait for you to continue. 

“At first, yes it might look realistic, but it's really not. It's a nightmarish painting, showing the fear and struggle of staying in light, or maybe escaping it. It might be about the contrast between light and dark, maybe about how you can see what is really there until you actually focus on the darkness, which not a lot of people do. Not only that, but it reminds me more of Beksinski style than any other.” Wanda looks happy, Natasha truly impressed and Carol has this know it all smug on her face. 

“Well, Wanda here created this masterpiece and gave it to me when I bought the house. She has talent doesn't she?” The question is pointed at you. Peter left the group in the middle of you talking, before making an even bigger fool of himself. 

“Yes… yes she does.” You answer faster than you can think. You don't take your eyes out of Wanda, drowning in her focus on you, feeling pulled in before you can grab anything in reality to stop it. Your compliment makes her really happy, it's rare for her that someone truly gets her, and you…. You seem to do it all the time. She cannot explain this connection she feels, just as she can't stop smiling at you. Her nose is scrunching a little in the cutest way you ever saw. Natasha kisses her on the forehead, enjoying the moment between you too. 

“Well, yn is also an artist.” Oh, god, Darcy, why? You wish she hadn't said anything. She always does that, brings your hobbies or any achievements that you have at any possible moment. There is something irritating about it, and at first you had a big problem with that, but with time you understood, and you felt the love she has for you even more. You never got that as a kid, your parents praising you for grades, your art or internships, college, the list goes on. Darcy only wanted you to feel appreciated, and let you see how proud she is of all the things you did in your life, or simply with yourself. Watching you grow as she grows with you was one of the best things that happened to her, and she will happily remind you of it every day. 

“Now I need to know more, what do you do yn? Artistic, in life, work, relationships? Tell us something about yourself.” Natasha is pushing, and she knows she is, but it's harder for you to back up when you are surrounded, and she will take her chance, even if it means not playing fair. 

“Well, I'm studying language and literature at the university, working as an intern at a publishing company, and I'm having additional shifts at the bar. About artistic stuff, there are a lot of things, but I mainly write poetry.”

“She wants to put her own poetry book at some point.” Says Maria.

“She also writes essays for other students, she goes to the gym, she learns to play an instrument.” Kate adds, and you start feeling like an item on an auction. You appreciate your friends either way, you know they mean good. 

“Our yn is a really versatile person.” Darcy can't help but add her thoughts into the praising bucket. 

“Oh well, that's a lot yn, I'm surprised you have any free time.” Wanda talks to you in a more calm way, with no judgment, but you can't help but look for it in every statement. That's a little spice added to your personality.

“What about your family? Any siblings?” This topic shifts the conversation in a way you don't enjoy. It feels like interrogation now. You really want to finish this conversation, run, stop them from talking and asking questions, take all the eyes off of you, but you will try to stay on top as long as you can before your anxiety will drown you down. 

“I have a brother. My parents are dead.” You answer casually, like talking about the weather, or household duties on Thursday evening. Your voice is similar to a salesman who's been at the same position for the past fifteen years and doesn't know why he is still alive. 

“YN! They are not dead!” Darcy always corrects you, and you know that if she were closer to you, your arm would be hurting now. She calls it a gentle jab, but it's never gentle. 

“Might as well be. You know, I'm going to go check if they need any help in the kitchen, excuse me.” This has become too much. Air too thick, shoulders too heavy. You can feel each time your lungs are filling up with oxygen, and you feel like you have too much and not enough of it at the same time. You are too aware of your body, feeling a shiver traveling through your skin but never leaving. You are surprised after going to the kitchen to see it empty, but you couldn't be happier.It's after midnight, and the morning shift of Carol’s staff was going to take care of the after party mess. Silence makes you feel free, the lack makes you feel whole. Just for a moment, you can be yourself. It's not that you are not with your friends or around people, it's just… There are so many versions of you, and all of them need some space. You feel like you have been neglecting this one with the lack of time, and anxiety is her way to make you aware of her needs, of your needs. You decide to grab some iced water. Due to the high ceilings, all the cupboards hang higher than usual. It's so irritating, but you don't have a chance of grabbing one of the cups without getting on the kitchen counter. For a second you debate your choice, on the other hand you can go outside and grab your mug, but that would mean coming back to your friends and probably staying there. Climbing is it. You take off your shoes and jump to sit on the kitchen counter to stand on it slowly to look through the cupboards. The first cabinet is empty, the next one is filled with plates and the third with bowls. How many dishes do people need? 

“You need some help?” A voice behind you almost makes you fall, you lose your balance, but in the last second you smoothly land on the ground without any harm. Natasha looks at you and her smirk seems to disappear, at least for now. 

“Do I look like I need help?” 

“Yes… yes, you do.” Son of a-

“Well, I don't, thank you.” You really just want to be left alone, you want some water, some ice, and 5 minutes for yourself. 

“Yn… you're going to hurt yourself, let me-'' Natasha tries one more time as you climb the counter again, this time on the right side of the kitchen. 

“I-” first one is a beautiful set of tea and teapot, “-got-” second one is filled with plastic containers, “-this. Ha!” Third one is a jackpot. Yes, it has only vine glasses, but at this point you would even drink from a plastic container. You grab one glass by its thin leg and carefully try to get down. 

“Okay, I got you.” Natasha is right next to you in two steps, she grabs you by your thigh and waist trying to help you down, and it makes you jolt away. It was just a second, you would have been okay if it wasn't for her, but you slipped and as you try to get any balance your hand holding the glass slams on the counter, breaking it in your palm. 

“FUCK!” you harshly bite your lip to not yell, immediately grabbing your injured hand with the free one. Redhead gives you some space as you pace around, but she tries to grab your attention. 

“Yn, let me take a look, let me help.” Your hand is bleeding, and it's not a light one either. You stretch your hand in front of you in fear of ruining the clothes you are wearing. 

“You’ve helped enough.” You bark at her like all of this is her fault. It is, but it…. Isn’t. 

“If you would let me help you nothing would happen, why are you so stubborn. Ugh.” She is stressed and annoyed by your actions, that much you can tell. She doesn’t yell, but her tone is far from soft or tender. You weren't trying to be mean now, you just want to be alone. 

“I- “ You are trying to come up with some good comeback, but the pain makes you shift your focus. 

“You are doing it to yourself.” With that, Natasha leaves. She just left you alone as you sat down on a cold floor, bleeding from your hand, staining the floor red, which by the way you will have to clean. You can still feel that there is something in your palm, a piece of glass that causes more pain with every move. Okay, get your shit together yn. You tell yourself as you stand up and take a kitchen rug to try and stop the bleeding, carefully putting it around the piece of glass. You need to disinfect it and clean it from glass shards. Carol's wine collection is amazing, beginning at wines, through additional tools and ending on the glass, but when it shatters it's like sand. All of a sudden, doors open with force. 

“What happened?” It’s Wanda, Natasha went to get Wanda. You don't know why but the realisation, the fact that she came back makes you…. Feel something. You are glad that it's not anybody else, or everybody at this point, which you assumed would happen after the big noise caused by your fall. Her voice is worried, it takes you back to the evening when you met her and got a nose bleed. It's the same tenderness, the same soft tone you have heard then. The worry on her face makes you feel guilty. You don't like that feeling. 

“Natasha made a bet that I won't be able to juggle with 4 wine glasses.” You joke, you always do. It's light, it's making the situation less stressful and less stress means no arguing, shaming or attacking you. 

“She didn't let me help and she fell. I tried to take her down from the counter and I think I scared her. It's my fault, I'm sorry yn.” Natasha apologises and you… you don't know how to act. Why is she doing that? Is it because Wanda is here? She also seems worried but mainly scared, her hands don't seem to find their place, she looks at her wife like she is waiting for her to order what to do, to guide her through the next steps. It's new, and you didn't see that dynamic between them before. It’s like Wanda has all the power in here. 

“I just slipped, it's nothing.” You are not sure why you protect Natasha, it was her fault, but… you are doing this to yourself. She is also right about that. Maybe you just want to ease her worry, or yourselves, at the end it's the same thing for you. 

“Whatever happened, we need to take care of that.” Wanda points at your hand. 

“Do you want me to get Darcy for you, hon- yn?” She catches herself halfway of the pet name, and you appreciate her actually listening to you before. You sit on the floor again with your back to the cabinet while your legs are spread to avoid blood landing on your pants. She kneels in front of you, and you shift immediately when she tries to grab your hand. She looks hurt by your actions, and that makes you explain. 

“No, no. It's okay, she doesn't have to worry about me more than she is. Also, I still have glass in my hand and I don't want you to get hurt or dirty” Wanda nods in understanding. When it comes to Darcy, she would be here in seconds scolding you about your behaviour, followed by the most caring moments you ever receive from her. Wanda and Natasha bring you over to the staff bathroom. It's connected to the kitchen, so nobody will see you, and you don't want to be seen now. Natasha went to look for first aid while Wanda helped you take off the stained towel. When she comes back, you hear her speak.

“I have bandages and some plaster stitches, so that should work till we are going to get you to the doctor.” 

“No! No doctors, thank you, I'm fine.” You try to stand up and run away from them. You know you shouldn't, but you really can't go to the hospital or a doctor. 

“Baby it's okay.” Wanda tries to calm you down by tracing patterns on your forearm skin after she rolled your sleeves up. She slightly pushes you down, so you don't get up, scared that you might get injured even more. 

“No, you don't get it. Can we just finish it up here, please?” You don't want to argue, you are tired, in pain, with the lack of sleep, and projects to give tomorrow at school. You don't have time or energy for that. Ignoring Wanda, you get up and try to grab bandages from the other redhead.

“Okay yn, sit your ass down, now.” Natasha is demanding, but she is not aggressive. This version of her is much nicer. It scares you less than a smug version of her, the overconfident bullshit version of her. This one feels more real, and more real is safer for you, because you know what to expect.  You sit down and hang your head low. Slightly embarrassed, you let them help you.

“ I'm going to take the glass out and clean the wound, okay? Natasha will put some plaster stitches on you and bandage to keep it clean. Are you okay with that?” The pain is worse now, or maybe the adrenaline is wearing off, your eyes are glossy because of it, and you don't want to pick your head up at Wanda, so you nod. 

“Yn, why don't you want to go to the doctor? Can you explain?” She asks, while taking pieces of glass with tweezers, her voice is really gentle, scared she might push too hard. 

“I can't afford it.” You answer through your clenched teeth. 

“What do you mean, you can't-'' You don't let her finish, you're too embarrassed to even speak about it, but this is your reality? 

“I don't have health insurance, I can't afford to just go to the hospital, it would ruin me. I already have to pay for school, flat, my m-” You cut yourself off, clearly the rumble gets too fast out of you, it's better to stay quiet, you already said too much. Wanda finishes her part and after rinsing your hand with water, Natasha takes over. She takes your hand into hers and gently starts to put the stitches on you. Fortunately, the cut is not too deep, it should heal on its own. 

“I really think a doctor should take a look at this, and your headaches sugar. We could pay for it, that's no problem.” Natasha is gentle with you, and you can forgive the pet name slip this time. You look at your hand as she finishes, thankful for the help they’ve put in. You look at them and straighten your back, tears still lingering at the corners of your eyes, it still hurts, and you can feel it all now. Your red eyes betraying your poker face. 

“No, that's absolutely out of the question. I know you just want to help and thank you for what you just did, but I don't need you and I certainly don't need your money. You can't just buy everything.” Your voice is not accusatory this time, it sounds like you are in pain, but not the physical one. Both women in front of you learned a lot about you today, and they seem to put that knowledge into use. It doesn't matter how much they want to take care of you, spoil you, or be close to you, they don't want to cross your boundaries any more, or at least they will try. Natasha wants to try one more time to convince you, but Wanda stops her before she can, and she speaks up.

“We understand, hopefully it will get better soon. Can you please at least let us know tomorrow how you are feeling?” 

“Yeah, sure.” You answer, trying to sound casual. Wanda takes her wife's hand and Natasha takes out their card with her free one. She hands it to you, knowing that you probably got rid of the last one she gave you. She is not wrong. They leave the bathroom, giving you some time alone. You throw away all the rubbish from tending your wound and clean the kitchen floor the best you can. You go back to your friends and after answering multiple questions about what happened, you decide with your friends that it's time to go home. They grab their stuff and get into one car. Darcy and Carol are lost in their moments of goodbyes which are always so dramatic, but you hope it will never change. Kate and Maria are half asleep at the back of the car, leaning on each other. 

You check your phone seeing multiple messages and missed calls, sighing to yourself you decide to deal with that tomorrow. Cold air eases your mind a bit, and you appreciate the time of the day. It's late, but there is nothing better for you than the world at 2 am. 

“Are you sure you can drive?” This time Pepper checks up on you, Wanda and Natasha already left, and from what you've heard Pepper stays at Carols today. 

“Yes, I'm sure. It’s okay, don't worry.” 

“Take care of yourself, yn.”

“You to Pepper.” You go into the car and take your seat behind the wheel. Darcy opens the door and sits next to you, while her girlfriend knocks lightly at your window to pull it down. 

“Text me please when you will be home. Keep her safe for me.” Carol is always so protective over your best friend, and you couldn’t be happier about it. Darcy deserves nothing less. 

“Always.” You answer and go straight back home. You have to get up at 6, and you will make the best out of those 4 hours of sleep. 

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