#this is after she turns herself in I imagine

[gracie-eilish]

the prettiest girl in the whole wide world🥹

this was requested, thank you for the request babydoll☺️

an: this is for all the besties who are letting billies hair grow on them! while i can’t not drool over billie for long, i did in fact cut my own hair recently so that when i blow dried it, it resembled hers specifically�� (like i pulled up the oscar’s photo at my appt. and everything😭😂) so i too will mourn the long hair, but likeeeeeee 🤭🤭🤭 billie’s too pwetty for me to mourn for too long!

alsooooo, i’ve been yappppppping about it all weekend on here but in all seriousness, i feel like she’s just really stepping into herself and getting more comfy with that, and if her hair is helping with that, then im the happiest girl in the world for her:) as a fellow 22/23 year old figuring herself out, i feel for her🥹

warnings: reader being a bittttt dramatic, sad billie for like two seconds, allusion to smut🫣, this story is not meant to be hating on her hair‼️ it’s just meant to be silly so pls don’t take it too seriously! not a warning but claudia’s in here! i don’t see enough of her in fics, so future mrs. finneas is here today!

It had been a long night of fun and incredible performances and you and Claudia were buzzing with anticipation waiting for your lovers to come out. Being the true rockstar girlfriends you were, the two of you had been sitting together towards the back in a little VIP section with the other performers families and friends.

“They’re gonna be playing on the same stage as him,” I stated in shock as Sting continued to perform. Claudia laughed at my starstruckness in agreement. Claudia being the vet rockstar girlfriend she is was used to the frequent celebs and living legends, while you on the other hand were still a little starry eyed.

Regardless, the two of you had been having a fun evening. But as their performance drew closer, you both looked nervous. You knew why you were nervous, but why was Claudia?

As Sting himself introduced your girlfriend and her brother, the crowd erupted in cheers, making you giggle in pride as everyone loved on them.

You looked over at Claudia and smiled before turning your attention back to the stage as Billie started to speak. But something caught your eye.

“Claud what’s going on with her bangs?” You asked with a small giggle, figuring it was from your girlfriend was scootering around backstage instead of running a brush through her long hair like you usually would before her tour shows.

Claudia continued singing along, having not heard you, or so you thought. Claudia pretended not to hear because she was one of the first to see Billie earlier today after she cut her hair. She knew I would love it, I was just a little startled at sudden changes no matter how small. And I was in love with her long dark hair, and everyone knew it. I always hand a hand running though it, and I was always the one braiding it before her shows.

As Billie continued to bless the crowd with her vocals on Wildflower, I was distracted for a second by the echoing backing vocals coming from the crowd, making me a bit emotional. But my attention went right back to her hair when I looked back at Billie.

“Claudia… did she cut her hair?!” You bumped her hip and looked at her with wide eyes. She turned to face you and nodded with an ambiguous look in her eyes. Did you love it? Did you hate it? She couldn’t tell.

“When did she do that??” You asked with a giggle, and Claudia sighed out a laugh herself. Of course your first concern was with her schedule. You knew today was a busy, fast paced day and could not imagine Billie having a second to breathe let alone get her hair done.

You looked back over at the siblings as they started their next song but now all you could see was her hair. The once pin straight, long layers, were now a textured mix of waves and shorter layers, with some more framing around her face. As Billie sang her heart out, your mind was conflicted.

You loved the long shiny hair… but this new look… was also kinda hot.

Claudia looked back over at you and saw that thinking look in your eye. She threw an arm around your shoulder and shook it a bit before leaning down to giggle and say,

“It’s just hair babes. And if it makes you feel better, I have zero clue what Finneas has been doing with his lately.” That sent you into a fit of laughter, both of you doubled down cackling. You then threw your own arm around Claudia’s waist as they started “Birds of a Feather”.

“I know, I know. I’m being a little crybaby. But I’m gonna miss the blowout!” You said with a dramatic pout.

The two of you danced around, pointing at Billie and Finneas as you sang along to the infamous song, before you were being escorted backstage by your security.

Your heart was pounding. How were you going to react up close? I mean god she’s so pretty, but what about the new style? You love her always and as her girlfriend love everything she does, so this was a new feeling for you. A normal one, but new.

The two of you flopped down on some couches in her dressing room waiting for the pair to head backstage. The clock on the wall seemed to scream at you with every tick. Your leg bounced and you stomach started to hurt. Why did you feel like this??

The feeling immediately passed the second the door opened, and your pretty girl walked through with a sheepish smile on her face.

“Babyyyyy!!!!” She cried out, walking straight to you with open arms. You giggled as she smothered you in a bear hug while pressing kisses all over your face.

“Hi my love!” You said quietly, leaning back to get a good look at her.

“So.. I cut my hair today.” She said in her infamous little voice, making your nerves dissipate immediately. You sighed with a warm smile at her. Yeah, you couldn’t stay conflicted for long.

“I noticed my love,” You threaded your fingers through the layers, your smile only growing.

“You’re thinking about me at the oscar’s last year aren’t you,” Billie said with a sad smile.

“Maybe! It looked so pretty that night, can you blame me?” You giggled, but your giggles softened when Billie’s giggles didn’t match yours.

“Hey,” you said, sitting her down on the couch, Claudia and Finneas had already went back to his dressing room leaving you alone.

“How did I react when I came home from school one semester to you with blonde hair?” You asked softly.

“You said you missed my green highlighter-ness,” she said with a chuckle. Remembering how silly I was acting. “But then you told me I looked like sleeping beauty,” she said with a blush.

“And how did I react when you chopped it all off?”

“You kinda giggled in shock and pretended to be mad, but you fell asleep with your whole hand stuck in my hair, scratching my scalp.” Her smile was growing now.

“And when you took away my beloved red roots?” You said with a theatrical groan, officially getting Billie’s smile back.

“You moped around for like days about that babe,” She said with a chuckle.

“I did not!!” You softly hit her shoulder, giggling at her very true statement, knowing how much you loved the red.

As her laughter died down, you pushed her bangs out of her eyes and held her cheeks before kissing her nose.

“And what do I always tell you after all that?”

Billie flushed furiously, something only you could do and took great pride in.

“Mmmm I don’t think I remember what you told me…” She said in her little voice, looking around goofily. “I think you need to remind me.”

“Well, I have always told you, and will continue to tell you, no matter what your hair looks like, you my love *cheek kiss* are officially *other cheek kiss* the prettiest *forehead kiss* most beautiful *nose kiss* more perfect *corner of her lips* girl in the whole wide world.”

Billie’s cheeks hurt from the combined flush and from how hard she was smiling.

“So…. you like it?” She said sheepishly.

“Ok duh, you look so fucking hot. You could wear a potato sack and I’d still be on my knees.” Billie cackles at your statement, pulling you onto her lap to hug you.

“Thank you lovey. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was doing this. The opportunity was there and I’ve been wanting to try something new with my hair lately, so I went for it.”

“Baby, you don’t ever have to apologize for something like this. If it makes you happy, and makes you feel good… and it makes you look this fucking hot, I’m all for it sexy girl.” Billie smiled before leaning in to kiss you properly.

Her hand rested on your waist while the other snuck down to your ass, squeezing lightly. Your hands moved from their spot on her shoulder up to her hair, threading through the layers and pulling lightly making Billie groan into the kiss.

She pulled away with a smirk, “Oh so you really like it,” she said before pressing a kiss to your jaw.

“Mmmm hmmmmm.” You nodded biting your lip, a sparkle in your eyes.

“You wanna show me how much you like it mama?” She whispered, her other hand snaking down to your ass.

You didn’t even have to speak, just one look from you going from doe eyes to ravenous and the two of you packed up and ran out of there so fast, where you inevitably spent all night showing her how much you love it.

As the two of you laid in bed later that night, Billie had her head resting on your bare chest, her hand on your tummy. She felt your fingers playing with her hair slow down and your breathing start to even out a bit, and making her smile… and then giggle at the feeling of your hand tangled up in her hair as it always was.

an: if you couldn’t tell, it’s grown on me al lot🫣🤭 she seriously could wear a potato sack and she’d still look so beautiful🤭☺️

[fancyfeathers]

Okay so I had another Yandere!Batfam idea…

Just imagine a former detective raising her little sisters by herself after their parents died, she lost her job after taking a bullet and getting her leg messed up really badly and it doesn’t help that her little sisters are just a bunch of trouble and now ever time she goes down to her old place of employment it is to get one of her sisters who got into trouble. Commissioner Gordon cuts her some slack because he knows her and knows how hard she tries and he even tries to keep an eye on her sisters to keep them out of trouble because he knows they are getting into things they shouldn’t to help their big sister.

But bills add up…

One of her sisters is threatening to fail out of high school…

Another one got a broken arm in a fight…

And another one was recommended to Arkham Asylum by her school’s therapist because of her aggressive behavior, she bit another school’s student on a field trip and it doesn’t help that the other kid was Damian Wayne, the son of the billionaire who funds most of the city…

Meanwhile she feels like she is barely an adult anyway and she is trying to raise her sisters since her parents died, so obviously she is a mess when she goes to the GCPD headquarters to talk to Gordon for advice after her sisters went to bed and she finds her old boss on the roof with Batman and his birds, it’s even more embarrassing since she just came here after a fight with her sisters and Gordon is like family so there is no need to dress to impress around him, so she is in her pajama shorts and t-shirt along with her leg brace and cane.

She just waits for them to leave when she finally breaks down to Gordon on that rooftop about everything, but she didn’t notice the birds who lingered.

Suddenly over the next few days problems begin to fix themselves…

The one sister’s failing grades suddenly bolted up to A’s and B’s without her doing anything.

Medical bills were paid off for the other sister’s broken arm along with physical therapy for the former detective’s leg.

Then the sister who bit the Wanye boy, a professional child therapist has been hired for her so she doesn’t end up getting sent to that mad house, which is by no means suitable for a child, by some court judge.

It’s like their luck turned up for the better out of no where and along with that, their old detective ran into a cute guy when she was on her way home from physical therapy, his name is Dick Grayson…

I love the idea of the Batboys having darlings who are all sisters, I just find it cute and the fact that they are all parallels of each other one way or another…

[azzifuddfanpage]

can you do fluff fic of based on today. so azzi had a bad game and paige texts her to see if she’s ok but azzi doesn’t respond so paige goes to azzi’s room and finds her on her bed crying. So paige comforts her and they cuddle

My Rock

——— Thank you for the prompt!!               just a short lil fic to tide you guys over (it’s 3 am right now so I’m sorry if this is bad) ———

711 words       themes: fluff/ gfs/ paige taking care of Azzi after bad game ———

        ——9:48pm——

P💗: hey baby how u feelin?

          I know it was a rough game it wasn’t your fault tho they were defending you really hard from the 3 point line.

                             ———10:03pm———

P💗: Azzi? 

          Az are you good 

          answer me??

                             ———10:22pm———

P💗: alr sweet girl I’m coming 

———-

Paige doesn’t even have to wait for a response before she knows how Azzi is feeling.

Coming back from an Acl tear and than injuring herself again not even 4 games later was another blow to Azzi’s confidence.

Now here she was having to rebuild her confidence for the second time that month.

Paige knew Azzi was probably home curled up under her blanket, endlessly scrolling through twitter listening to people talk about how she will never be the player she was before.

Azzi had faced so much adversity, but as an athlete she was never able to appreciate the talent she did have.

Every good game was filled with her critiquing some aspect of the game.

“I’m a supposed to be the best shooter on the team, yet I was shooting under 43%.” Azzi would tell her as she left for the gym at 11 pm.

Paige new when Azzi was like this their was no talking her out of it.

After checking Azzi’s location, she knew at least this time, Azzi was safe at home in bed.

Before walking over to Azzi’s dorm, paige drove out to target to pick up some things to cheer Azzi up.

She roamed the isles, grabbing her favorite snacks; Nutella and strawberries (paige’s favorite as well). And a cute Olaf blanket she saw. 

As she was leaving her eyes focused on a huge Valentine’s Day card.

She opened it up laughing to herself, valentines wasn’t for 2 months and stuff was already up.

“I only want to imagine my life with you in it.

               You're everything to me!

                  Happy Valentine's Day

                   To My Love”

Paige smirked and tucked it under her arm, and walked over to self checkout.

She knew Azzi was a sucker for gifts like that and paige loved when Azzi snuggled up to her in appreciation.

Paige also stppped at chipotle on the way home, having her order down by memory.

As she pulled back into their dorm building, paige made sure to be quiet when she keeps into Azzi’s suite.

When she opened the door to Azzi’s bedroom, she immediately noticed the Azzi sized lump under the covers

Paige used her phone flashlight to navigate over to the younger girl, placing the bag of goodies onto her bedside table.

“Baby” Paige said tugging the comforter down to reveal Azzi’s tear streaked face.

Azzi pouted up at her, her big doe eyes rimmed with red from her tears, and her lips puffy from crying.

Paige didn’t say anything, she just climbed into bed and pulled Azzi close to her chest, running a finger through her hair and pulling it out of her face, kissing her cheek softly.

Paige listened as Azzi’s soft whimpers filled the silent room, the sound of her girlfriend crying was the worst sound Paige could hear. 

She knew not to bring it up until tomorrow when she had had time to rest and think on it, so instead, Paige’s arm remained wrapped around Azzi’s waist, and her other hand rubbing small circles on her back.

Azzi’s sobs slowed to just sniffles as paige’s presence nautrually soothed her.

Paige held her closely, feeling comfort as the sniffles turned into soft snores.

Page sat up a little, leaning forward so she could revel in her girlfriend’s sleeping figure, so vulnerable and inncocent, her lips and eyes puffy from crying.

Staring at Azzi, all paige wanted was to take away any sort of pain Azzi faced.

If paige could give Azzi her knee she would, if paige could give her the confidence she would, if paige could give Azzi her ability to not overthink she would. Paige would give Azzi the world if she could. 

Paige leaned forward and brushed a curl that had fallen infront of Azzi’s face, away from her sleepy eyes, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead so she wouldn’t wake her.

Tomorrow she would pick up the pieces, tonight she would be her rock. 

[bright-side20]

A very little Elriel scene 💗

Elain stood in the small, cozy shop nestled in the heart of the Winter Court, surrounded by shelves lined with jars of dried herbs and flowers. The air was thick with the scent of pine and frost. She had come here specifically to buy grains of the Winter Aconite, a flower known for its ability to resist the cold and bloom through snow. As she waited for the shopkeeper to prepare them, she smiled, imagining how the delicate yellow flowers would look blooming through the melting snow in Velaris.

Feyre and Rhysand had insisted that someone from the Inner Circle accompany her, even though the Winter Court was friendly territory. She had considered asking Nuala or Cerridwen to come along, but in the end, she had relented. Azriel had offered, and despite the distance between them since the almost kiss, she convinced herself that his ability to winnow would make the journey quicker.

As the shopkeeper worked behind the counter, Elain's thoughts drifted to the last time she and Azriel had truly spoken. The silence between them felt heavier now. She wondered if he sensed the same things she did or if he was simply content with the distance they had put between them. She caught herself glancing out the window toward where Azriel waited, standing out against the wintry backdrop...tall and still. Her heart fluttered despite herself, but she pushed the feeling aside. This wasn’t the time to dwell on such things.

The shopkeeper emerged from behind the counter, carefully placing a small, delicate pouch of Winter Aconite grains into Elain’s hands. She smiled gratefully, feeling the weight of the pouch settle in her palm. "Thank you," she said softly, handing him the coins in exchange. After offering one last polite smile, she turned to make her way out.

Stepping outside, she secured the small pouch of grains within the folds of her cloak. The crisp Winter Court air greeted her...cool but not harsh with clear skies overhead. Azriel was already there, leaning slightly as he held the door open for her.

“I got what I needed,” she said , but before the words had fully settled between them, Azriel reached out and took her hand. No hesitation, no glance, almost instinctual...like his hand belonged there, wrapped around hers.

They walked side by side, the quiet streets of the Winter Court stretching ahead, dusted with frost that shimmered faintly under the pale afternoon light. Elain couldn’t focus on the beautiful architecture in front of her, all she could feel was his hand.

Azriel’s hand was warm against hers, a contrast to the cool Winter Court air brushing her face. His fingers were long, rough , but his touch was gentle, almost careful, as if she were something fragile. The faint ridges of old scars brushed against her skin. His palm was broad, firm where it met hers, yet there was a tenderness in the way he held her, like he was afraid to hold too tightly.

She liked how his hand felt...solid and real. There was comfort in the warmth seeping into her fingers, in the slight pressure of his thumb resting against her knuckles. His scars didn’t feel harsh or jagged, they felt like threads stitched into the softness of his touch. She liked that, too...that it made her feel as if his hand was the safest place hers could be. She’d always thought his hands were beautiful...not in the polished, untarnished way people often described beauty, but in the way old trees were beautiful, weathered by time and storms, yet still standing. She had heard about his past, about how his cruel brothers had tormented him, but she didn’t want to ask more, because it felt like invading his privacy. She wished she could hear his story from him, in his own words.

Her thumb grazed a particular scar near the curve of his thumb, shaped almost like an Iris in bloom...a small mark etched into his skin. She wondered if he had ever noticed it, or if he saw his scars as nothing more than remnants of survival. To her, they weren’t just marks. They were stories. Stories written on his skin, each one a testament to battles fought, pain endured, and life lived. And this one an Iris was a symbol of hope. Did he know? Did he realize he carried that symbol with him?

She liked this...liked him like this. Not the Shadowsinger, not the spymaster...just Azriel, holding her hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. And maybe, just maybe, it was.

Elain’s thumb grazed over the back of his hand again, slower this time, as if drawn by something beyond her control. She felt the faintest tremor in his grip...a subtle tightening, his fingers curling around hers just a little more. The gesture was so gentle, yet it caught her breath. His steps didn’t falter, his face remained calm, but she could feel it...the shift, the charge humming beneath the simple touch.

Then his voice broke the silence. “Are you hungry?” he asked, his thumb brushing against her knuckles as if he couldn’t help it. “Or would you like to stop for some tea?”

She swallowed, her heart stumbling over the quiet intimacy of his words. But she managed a polite smile, soft and careful. “No, thank you. I’d rather return home.”

Then Azriel stopped walking, his hand still holding hers. Elain looked up at him. “It’s too far to winnow from here,” he said , his hazel eyes meeting hers. “We should fly a bit farther first.”

Elain blinked. She knew he was lying. She had seen him winnow longer distances without breaking a sweat. He could do it now if he wanted to. But she just nodded, pretending it didn’t matter.

Was he making excuses to spend more time with her ? The thought flickered through her mind, dangerous, but she didn’t let it linger. She wouldn’t admit, even to herself, how desperately she wanted the same. How she missed talking to him for hours, the quiet comfort of his voice woven with hers. She missed the way he listened, how his quiet presence had always felt like a safe place.But even in this silence, with no words between them, just his hand wrapped around hers, it still felt like that...like home.

Azriel’s hands tightened around her waist, holding her steady as they soared into the sky. Elain’s heart raced, not from fear, but from the way his touch felt so familiar. She could feel his strength, the way he held her so easily. The wind rushed past them, but she wasn’t scared. With him, she never was.

It reminded her of the first time she had flown, and it had been with him. Azriel had made it so simple, guiding her through the air with calm hands and a quiet voice that reassured her. She hadn’t even been nervous. He had made her feel so secure, like nothing could go wrong as long as he was there.

As they flew together, Elain couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. She couldn’t ignore the steady beat of his heart against hers. She had always enjoyed the view when one of the bat boys took her flying...whether it was Cassian’s wide, sweeping motions or Rhysand’s smooth, controlled flights. But today, she only wanted to look at Azriel. A part of her wondered if she would ever have the chance to spend time like this with him again, just the two of them. The thought left a dull ache in her chest.

Up close, Azriel looked even more beautiful, somehow more human. His hazel eyes glowed in the sunlight, the golden hues catching the light, with darker flecks of amber around the edges. There was a tenderness to them when they met her gaze, and Elain couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. Strands of his hair occasionally moved with the wind, hiding his vision, and her fingers itched to reach out and smooth it back. She peered back at his wings, huge , dark and sleek, with strong lines and scars. She couldn’t help but admire how they moved with him, so effortlessly powerful.

Elain noticed Azriel’s gaze on her, as he watched her take in the sight of his wings. Her cheeks flushed, a slight heat rising as she quickly looked away. Without thinking, she rested her head against his shoulder. His body reacted to her, stiffening for a brief moment, his muscles shifting beneath her cheek. She pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze, feeling the intensity of his eyes on hers."I’m sorry if I took up too much of your time," she murmured, her voice soft. "Thank you". Azriel’s gaze softened, his hand brushing her waist . "I’m happy to be here, Elain." He said.

She opened her mouth to respond, but then the wind picked up, suddenly crashing into them with a cold force. Without thinking, she slid her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer, burying her face in the curve of his neck.His scent surrounded her cedar, rich and mixed with the faint trace of mist, like the air after rain. Azriel’s body went rigid the moment she made contact, a breath caught in his throat. He shuddered, but didn’t pull away. He didn’t say anything at first, just held her there, his hand tightening around her waist and thighs.She knew he was aware of her closeness, just as she was painfully aware of his.

Azriel’s hand moved, and with a quick flick of his wrist, a shimmering blue shield appeared around them. He wrapped it tightly around both of them, blocking the harsh wind. "Are you alright?" His voice vibrated against her ear, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver through her.

Elain didn’t answer immediately, her face still hidden in the curve of his neck. She didn’t want to pull away. Didn’t want to break the moment between them. She could feel his pulse against her, his breath shallow, and she wondered if he could feel the same pull she did ,the same ache that was becoming harder to ignore.

Slowly, she pulled away from him, taking a deep breath. She forced a smile, “Yes, I’m fine.” she said .But even as the words left her lips, they felt hollow.

Azriel’s gaze stayed locked on hers, intense and searching. His hazel eyes seemed to see straight through her. She couldn’t hold his stare for long, looking away quickly, unable to meet his gaze for another second. She could swear she felt him flinch, as if her reaction had hurt him, she clenched her jaw, he had no right to act that way.

Maybe she wasn’t fine at all. Maybe she shouldn’t have agreed to him accompanying her. Maybe today was just another form of torment she was putting herself through. She had to stay distant,cold even though everything inside her screamed to lean in. It was torturous, but she couldn’t bring herself to regret it...

[peachhcs]

Saw a tik tok of this girl introducing her boyfriend as her “side piece” and his reaction was so funny the way his head clocked to the side had me crying.

What do you think Wills reaction would be to Samy doing that?

i’ve actually haven’t seen this trend yet so i’m kind of winging how it would go, but i can imagine how funny it would be and how caught off guard will would be if samy did this to him.

lowkey small jealousy trope as well (someone give me more requests about jealousy bc i love writing jealousy trope 😼)

au masterlist

now samy knew will wouldn’t voluntarily do a tiktok with her after all of the pranks she’s pulled on him, so she had to be discrete about this one. she set up her phone camera and made up a story about how samy needed to record herself introducing the people in her life as part of this class assignment.

it was half believable and will was somewhat gullible, so he agreed to it. samy pulled the blonde into the frame where he awkwardly smiled as she leaned forward to start recording.

“hi, so for my first introduction, i will be introducing will smith. will is a hockey player for the san jose sharks and previously the boston college eagles. will and i have known each other for some years and now i’d say our relationship is..complicated. i guess one could say he’s my side piece—“

as soon as samy said that she watched the way the boy’s head snapped in her direction. he moved his neck so fast the brunette swore he gave himself whiplash and she really struggled to keep from laughing.

“woah wait what the fuck?” will didn’t even stop his tone.

“what?” samy played dumb and looked at him confused.

“i’m your side piece? what the fuck?” he looked so mad and hurt.

“well like..i dunno. maybe i shouldn’t have said that..” samy continued going with it.

“maybe? i..i thought— am i not your boyfriend? is there someone else?” watching the way will’s expression turned to full hurt and betrayal broke the younger hughes’ heart so much that she couldn’t keep going.

“i’m joking, i’m joking. this is a prank. i’m sorry, baby. you are my boyfriend. i promise there isn’t anyone else,” samy broke and it tooo the hockey player another second to catch on. when he did he rolled his eyes and flipped off the camera.

“you’re so mean to me,” he pouted and started to walk away. samy just pulled him back though, clinging to his arm.

“i’m so sorry, will. i saw someone do the trend and wanted to do it on you, but that was mean. i love you,” the soccer player rushed.

will wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her flush against his chest, fighting the smile creeping its way to his lips because he could never stay mad at her.

“tell me you’re mine,” he said.

“i’m yours, will. i’m all yours, i promise. i love you,” samy said.

“i love you too,” he smiled and leaned down to press a quick kiss to her lips which samy got all on video because she hadn’t stopped recording yet.

[romanoffsbish]

Insatiable

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R

As you prepare for your college reunion, and life evolves around you, your wife realizes she’s ready for more. | WC: 1978

18+ | Minors DNI

Smut: Natasha has a penis | Oral / Fingering (R) | Overstimulation | 🤏 Penetration (R) | Breeding

You weren't exactly sure how you got here, or so you feigned—because one second you are on the phone, telling your bestie about your plans for the reunion today with Wanda, the other piece of your trio. Then the next you're pressed up against a door until things eventually escalated to the bed. Certainly, you weren't complaining but you did hear Darcy's muffled disgust followed by the earned dial tone, shortly after a moan.

———

Now though, after an hour, you were starting to feel an aching where pleasure once reigned. "Tasha please," you mewled but she just couldn't stop, "shh," her tone was hushed yet intensely raspy as she begged, "just one more for me detka, please." You moaned, discomfort quieted down for now, your spent body melting into the mattress as it succumbed to the pleasure; again.

Natasha couldn't help it, her eyes were transfixed on your cunt as she just continued to plow her fingers into you, the finest rings of white continued to form on her skin, passing her knuckles and thickening every time she pulled out to slam back in and curl up. Each time without fail you'd gasp, then whine rather incoherently—your pussy took over speaking for you as it gushed and her tongue communicated right back, all you could vaguely hear now was your juices splashing about since her lips had left the curve of your jaw to devour you.

It amazed Natasha just how much you always gave, she looked forward to making love to you every few days just so she could bury herself in your warm core. It wasn't scheduled or anything, just a perfect routine that always led to communal pleasure and comfort. It'd be daily but she liked to give you a break from time to time, even though she still spent it wrapped up in you because she couldn't imagine anywhere better to be.

Ever since retirement you'd become her only focus, she read novels from time to time—like whenever you were out with Wanda and Darcy, which in turn inspired many long nights as you usually walked in wearing a new outfit meant to catch her attention, with a sway to your hips that left her pants tight and her mind wild.

Outside of that though, she had no hobbies, her hero training replaced with nights of endless passion. You were astonished that your vagina still worked; it wept for her the same way your heart yearned for her care.

Natasha was a perfect lover, in all ways, but it wasn't always the case. It took years of patience to receive her unwavering love like this. You fought so hard for her too, making it through hell and back in this life just to find her, then it took forever to break down her walls. Because, up until you she had never regarded anyone romantically; everything was carnal for the redhead.

Now, there was a much deeper connection—a roaring fire lit within you by being her one and only lover. It never wavered; the passion, even on the calm nights where you two were just cuddling, the unique, for you intimacy, it just always got you to a point of neediness..

Like last night, when Natasha stretched behind you and you'd felt the soft outline of her bulge against your backside, it made you wet but then she curled around you so sweetly you'd fall for it, she yawned against your cheek before teasingly questioning your disengaged focus, "how are you liking the movie, moya 'lyubov?"

Knowing full and damn well you were more than likely desperate for her touch, she kept her grip on you firm but it was begrudgingly innocent enough. Which was distracting beyond words as you tried to remember any stupid scene you could critique before huffing, "I hate the Bond series, Tasha." Your wife snuggled closer and kissed you tenderly before changing the film, softening you into the perfect, pliable mess you now were.

Natasha was already clued in when you woke up today, you exited the room in a plush grey robe which usually insinuated you were working on your hygiene routine, shaving away your unwanted hair, leaving behind a soft mound for both of your comfort. You had grabbed a banana then winked at your wife as you walked by and she knew that was an invitation to come ruin you.

Whenever she heard the water being turned off is when she knew you would be close to ready for her, so she set her dishes in the sink and briefly waited for the sign. Soon enough the pipes in the wall swooshed and the redhead ran up the stairs, in a grey sports bra and boxers that had an embarrassing wet patch at the top.

Just as you exited you found yourself between strong arms, with warm lips repeatedly being pressed into the crook of your jaw and neck as her hands gripped your hips roughly. A sweet whimper left your lips as she nipped and sucked on your pulse and the redhead chuckled softly, endeared by your usual neediness.

Then a phone fell from your nervous hands right by her feet and she momentarily froze, then you moaned and she was back, the phone loudly disconnected. It was a blur of sinful pleasure; you were desperate.

Natasha pulled away rather abruptly, biting back a laugh with her smirk as you glared at her. "You've already RSVP'd detka, shouldn't we be leaving now?" It took you a long moment to understand what she was even referring to seeing as how the only thing really thinking for you was your dripping, needy pussy.

You were supposed to go to a reunion luncheon today, that's what you were telling Darcy, who was already with the redhead, because Wanda knew better than to expect you there. To greet the class that brought you into both of their lives when you could stay in solitude with your lover. Plus, she is only even going because she is spearheading a scholarship for young women in stem with her boat loads of Tony Stark's guilt money.

If not for her required presence to pass the first check on in a show, she'd be back at home with her wife, Monica, and their kids—Toby, a blue eyed siamese kitten, and Evelyn, their three month old daughter.

It was crazy to think about, how different life is after a decade of being in one another's lives. Natasha never imagined her circumstances would be this sweet and she thanks the witches ambition for it. She'd went to the college campus one day to visit the Sokovian, who decided to get an education alongside her hero gig. It was an end of the world situation, you were with your part time dorm mate at the time and so the Russian brought you too—muttering crap about your safety.

Four months on the lam later, and you were her girl. Tony apologized and got your education fees paid off for all your prior years and the rest to come for being the reason you nearly lost your future, but now you know you were just being rerouted to the right spot.

"Come back to me sweetheart," she cooed, her heart melting as she somehow caught your love drunk gaze. It was like she was lost in the memories with you. The chance to fall in love all over again was enticing but then she remembered her stubbornness and settled into the moment with you. "What's your color?"

"Yellow." It was an instant answer, but you shrugged because you were unsure if you were truly done yet. Natasha knew that what you needed here was a break, so she made the choice to ignore her throbbing cock.

The redhead hummed softly, then kissed your lips just the same, a smile instantly disrupting the gesture as she felt your delicate hands cup her cheeks to firmly hold her in place. There was no rush to the moment though, you two simply kissed, as if you weren't the same women who just missed a college reunion to fuck.

Natasha had plans for tonight though, while everyone there reminisced on their past few years she had you pinned to the mattress with the future on her mind. For years she turned your pleas down for a variety of reasons, but now, after seeing you with Wanda's baby she realized that there's no more time for her fears. You looked so at peace, with the infant you soothed in your arms and she could see your life to be so clearly.

The kiss that spoke your love for one another came to an end when she felt your grip on her face going limp. Natasha chose then to gently slip her fingers out of you. A soft whimper left you at the loss, soothed only into silence as the redhead lovingly kissed your neck.

Once she pulled back from your body, to kneel above you, her eyes were enamored by the way your essence coated her fingers and slowly trailed down the grooves of her palm. She licked her skin clean, sinful noises leaving her as she shamelessly slurped and moaned. She peered down to see your eyes shut, so she left the room. You were much too tired to protest the loss of your wife's comforting embrace, because the delicious void of sleep began to creep into your once clear vision.

Natasha returned to the room a while later, boxers tight with need but heart full as she found you snoring softly. You looked so pretty, curled around her pillow as if it had actually pained you to be apart from her. A singular tear trailed down her cheek at the feeling of your love that surrounded her in this quiet moment.

A sudden urge to fill you, to give you what you wanted, took over her body as she rushed forward. Still, her approach to you was tender, a thumb traced over the apple of your cheek before descending to your lips, where she gently tapped until you naturally pouted. Your eyes fluttered open slowly, met with the smile of your beautiful wife, you instantly smiled back at her.

"Welcome back," she teased, bringing a bottle of water to your lips before you could sass her right back. Then you were being fed various fruits from the tip of a fork, there was no conversation flowing, the both of you enjoying the comfort of the silence. You were oblivious to your lovers giddy look as you enjoyed a watermelon chunk, unaware she was ready to break it. Then you heard the sound of the fork scraping against ceramic, you flinched back to reality in time to hear her loud and clear, "I am finally ready to fuck a baby into you."

"Natasha no," you warned without the bark, she could see you were asking her not to joke, and her face lit up with resolute amusement. "Fuck," you gulped, her body now hovered yours once again, and you knew you were a goner when she wolfishly grinned down at you. "Detka," her hands wrapped around your ankles and you propped your body up on your elbows to watch.

"Color?" There was no hesitation from you, her eyes told you that she meant it, she was ready, "green."

"Oh fuck," you cried when the tip of her thick cock slid through your glistening slit, unrestricted for the first time, her thumbs dug into the dimples in your thighs as she felt your warmth envelop her. "Dermo." You knew once her mouth met yours—moans leaving her in carnal waves as her hips repeatedly met yours with brutal force, that you were screwed beyond a prayer.

Or, to be more on the nose, you were about to be...

[madschiavelique]

Could I request nsfw headcanons for poly tavrem where everyone is jealous of some guy trying to flirt with female Tav but she's doesn't know it's flirting at all please?

ohoho they maddd (not proofread)

content warnings : jealous bitches, mayhaps a bit yandere if you squint, voice kink, knife play, biting, pnv sex, hair pulling, cunnilingus, they're all feral word count : 1.1k

you had stopped at a tavern to treat yourself to a well-deserved meal after a busy day killing enemies. knowing everyone's orders like the back of your hand when it came to their drinks, so you volunteered to go to the counter and order for everyone, leaving the rest of your group to sit at their table. however, while you were standing by the counter waiting to be able to place an order, a young man came up to you, and all pairs of eyes on the table found themselves riveted on you both.

wyll didn't appreciate the way he introduced himself, the young man coming to grab your hand to bring it to his lips without ever taking his eyes off you as he presented himself to you and you nodded. you weren't specifically attentive to his behaviour from what he could see, just smiling politely, but the idea that this fool's simple saliva could have a place on your body led wyll to grip the scabbard of his sword hard.

shadowheart wasn't keen on the fact that he was trying to get so close to you, to have a conversation while his eyes were roaming the length of your body a little too freely for her taste. how dare he gets so close to you? her nose wrinkled in anger when he came to whisper in your ear, and that as he stepped back you were laughing softly.

gale crossed his arms over his chest, frowning and huffing a breath of mockery while the young man performed a meager beginner magic trick to impress you and created a flower that he came to place in your hair. he could do better, he had shown you, even made you learn much better, and the tips of his fingers tingled as he itched to cast a spell on him to turn him into some kind of critter that he could crush.

karlach's body was spitting and crackling little flames of frustration as the fool ran his fingers through your hair, smiling at you when he probably wasn't listen to a single word you could say to him. until recently, the idea of being able to touch you for her was only an idea that she could never reach, and the mere thought that he would allow himself to touch you so simply made her engine growl.

astarion bit the inside of his cheek when the young man had the indecency to approach his hand to your neck, tracing with the tips of his nasty fingers the two marks that the vampire's bite had left on you the night before. what a nerve he had, to let his disgusting mitts approach where he had kissed your skin and whispered praises to thank you for the gift you offered him every night.

lae'zel could not prevent a tchk from escaping her as he pointed to one of your daggers and asked you to show it to him, its blade that she herself had sharpened passing over his unsightly fingers. your blade was far too beautiful to end up in the hands of a microbe like him, and if he pursued this way, it could soon make him discover the taste of the metal of her own sword.

halsin was not jealous by nature, otherwise he would not be able to relish in the relationship that you all had, but there was something in the young man's attitude that deeply displeased him as he put his hand on your shoulder. he had the urge to get it out of the way, to simply stand and walk up to him so that his size alone could lead him to step back from you.

minthara was already imagining how she could capture him and give it as a pittance to her spiders when he took a piece of paper and began to write on it his room number for the evening and he passed it to you. did he think that you were just a body to add to the list of his nocturnal conquests? that you could be worn out like a vulgar puppet for his good pleasures?

the order finally arrived, and you found yourself carrying a huge tray of all kinds of drinks. the young man suggested his help to you, but you refused it as you returned to your companions' table and put down the tray.

“I didn't know they made men as annoying as that anymore,” you sighed before taking a loaf of bread and taking a deep bite from it.

everyone at the table smiled, relief taking them as they all toasted and their frustration subsided, but they were not about to let this go so softly. once you'd came back to the camp, clothes had been thrown off the minute you had settled.

wyll's lips were all over you, kissing your every knuckles and fingers individually before he came to kiss you lips, nibbling the skin of your lower lip as he hummed in relief. if he had to cover the entirity of your body with his own mouth and saliva, he would.

shadowheart was kissing your ear, whispering sweet nothings to you and taking great pleasure to the way your skin covered in goosebumps by the simple sound of her voice and the effects her words were having on you.

gale had made vines grow to hold your body right for them all, your wrists and ankles tangled in plants which perfumes' made you feel all fuzzy and soft and needy for any touch they might provide you.

karlach's hand combed through the hairs on the back of your neck before she pulled on it, arching your back so good for her while her hot tongue licked your lips and jaw with hunger.

astarion's fangs grazed the soft skin of your inner thighs, biting relentlessly and leaving in the trail of his mouth marks after marks that he knew only him and his partner would see and touch on you.

lae'zel had taken your dagger, trailing the new cleaned blade on your body, the cold metal kissing your skin and making you shudder. she covered the handle of it with your slick, thrusting it in you as your back arched.

halsin halsin towered over you, his massive hands keeping you in place by holding your waist and shushing you down as once the dagger got removed his own length took its place.

minthara's tongue was lapping at your cunt, curling around your clit in madening circles before she came to suck on it, her eyes never leaving yours as her nails digged in your thighs.

[coldfanbou]

Hot Bodies on a Cold Day

Jihyo gets a little wild on her vacation. I could've written a Hawaii-based fic because, my god, those photos were something else, but I liked this idea a lot. A little late but Happy Jihyo Day!

Length 2.2K

Jihyo X Mreader

Jihyo craned her neck, groaning as her muscles relaxed. The heavy steam from the water covered her, giving her all the privacy she could ever want. “Sana was right,” she said to herself. The Japanese woman had harped on about outdoor onsens being the best in winter. A smile crept onto Jihyo’s face as she sunk deeper into the water. Her head above the water line, Jihyo let out a long moan, enjoying the little trip her members had planned for her. She shut her eyes, leaning back against the wall. Tensing her body before letting her muscles relax, Jihyo felt good. One hand snaked its way down her smooth stomach, stopping just above her slit. Jihyo pursed her lips before a sly smile appeared as she considered touching herself. No one was around; no one would know. Now was the time for her to be bold, Jihyo thought to herself. She deserved it after her hard work. She moved her hand lower, grazing her clit with her middle finger. A low exhale flowed between Jihyo’s lips. She slowly moved her fingers around her clit, teasing it as her other hand reached for her breast, grabbing the large mound. Jihyo cooed, laying her head back against the rocks as she pushed two fingers into her cunt. 

She curled them, rubbing them against her g-spot before pulling them out, dragging them against her walls. “Oh shit,” Jihyo groaned, pushing her fingers back inside. She felt so naughty, touching herself in a place where someone could easily walk in. The hotel might’ve been practically empty, but the chance remained. Jihyo’s moans continued, creeping in intensity as she played with her body, tugging at her hard nipples and pumping her fingers deeper into her slit. Small waves spread across the pool as Jihyo tuned out the world around her and continued masturbating.

You walked into the bathing room, just outside the onsen, needing to wash yourself off before entering the open-air hot spring. You washed yourself quickly, excited to experience the spring when it was so cold outside. Once you turned off the water, you heard a sound you didn’t expect. It came as quickly as it went, but you kept quiet, hoping to listen to it again to ensure you didn’t make it up. You heard it again, the same as the first time. You move toward the sound, opening the sliding door and stepping out. The sound was as clear as day; they were moans. You felt awkward listening to the sounds of a woman pleasing herself, but something kept you rooted in place. You take in a deep breath before speaking out, “Hello?” You ask. The moans stop quickly, and a silence comes over the hot springs. 

On the other side of the steam, Jihyo stopped her actions, pulling her fingers out of herself and breathing heavily. She was so close to cumming; her fingers grazed her clit as she pulled her hands away from her slit. Jihyo rubbed her legs together slowly; she wanted to cum. Pushing herself off the back wall, Jihyo moves through the steam. Her head pokes through the steam first, and you catch sight of the beautiful woman coming to the bath’s edge. Her cheeks were flush as she put on her best smile. Thoughts flood your head about the beautiful woman being the one masturbating in the hot spring. You can imagine what she must’ve been doing. A giggle from the beautiful woman brings you out of your thoughts. 

Jihyo was smiling because she could see how hard she had made you. She snaked one of her hands down to her slit, moving her fingers in slow circular motions as she licked her lips. “Come on in; the water will help you relax, and I can too,” Jihyo said with a wink. You gulp at the offer and step into the hot water. Jihyo smiles and beckons you closer as she swims back to the far edge. You follow her, meeting her again at the pool’s edge. Getting a closer look at her body, you become harder. The cold winter air hits her chest, and you watch her nipples harden. She takes a step closer to you, her hand moving under the water, stopping when she wraps it around your shaft. Jihyo's breathing quickens as her hand moves along your shaft slowly. She takes another step closer to you as you groan. “You’re so hard,” her voice is just above a whisper as she strokes your cock, the water around you making small waves. Running her hand along your length made Jihyo’s lust grow stronger. Silently, she moved to the pool’s edge, climbing onto the seats. 

You bend Jihyo over the edge of the hot spring; her tits are pressed against the cold stones that surround the hot spring. She kicked her feet gently, excited at the thought of your cock inside her. She already had one of her hands rubbing her cunt as she waited for you. Jihyo smirked as she felt your cock rub against her slit; her legs were almost shaking with anticipation. You push into her warm folds, her walls wrapping around you, squeezing you as you go deeper. Jihyo cried out, feeling your cock stretching her tiny cunt; she only added to her pleasure as her fingers moved over her clit faster. “Fuck! You’re so big!” Jihyo moaned, feeling your cock press against her womb. 

You began pulling out of the young woman, her walls trying to pull you back in. You left only the tip inside her before ramming your length back inside. Jihyo’s body jiggled as you slammed yourself inside; she loudly moaned as your cock stuffed her. You moved your hands onto Jihyo’s waist as you began to speed began to pick up. Every thrust made Jihyo’s body bounce forward, dragging her already hard nipples against the stone floor. Moans flowed endlessly from her lips as you drove your cock deep into her. Jihyo was getting close to her climax, her walls tightening around you, her moans getting louder. Jihyo could feel the explosion coming, the tightness in her core about to blow. “Fuck, I’m going to cum!” She cried out, her hand furiously rubbing her clit. “I’m cumming!” She screams out as you slam your cock back into her. Jihyo’s explodes on your cock, her body shaking as she climaxes. You keep thrusting, though, her tight cunt feeling too good to stop.

You bring your hand down on Jihyo’s ass, the stinging pain turning into pleasure. Jihyo was losing her mind; her body was craving more. “Harder! Fuck me harder!” You slapped her ass again before doing the same to the other cheek. Jihyo growled as you fueled her desires. Every thrust into her wet cunt pushed her closer to another orgasm. She could feel your thrusts becoming rougher, your cock smashing into her fertile womb. When your cock began to throb, her moans got louder. Jihyo pushed her ass against back against you. 

“I’m going to cum,” You grunt through gritted teeth.

Under normal circumstances, Jihyo would’ve told any man to pull out, but she didn’t want that right now. She wanted to feel your cum inside her. “Shoot it inside me! Fill me!” Jihyo cried out. 

There was nothing more you wanted at this moment. You dug your hands into Jihyo’s soft flesh and buried yourself inside, flooding Jihyo’s fertile womb with your cum. Jihyo felt the hot, sticky substance fill her body, the warmth spreading from her core to the rest of her body. She was in heaven; her mouth hung open with a smile, her tongue sticking out as you kept yourself pressed against her slit.

You reveled in the feeling of cumming inside Jihyo’s cunt. You were still hard, though. You lifted Jihyo’s body out of the hot spring and laid her on the rocky ground. Jihyo breathed heavily as you took hold of her legs. “That’s it, keep going,” she cooed. You paired her legs together and folded Jihyo in half before pushing your cock back inside the idol. “Mmm, yes,” she moaned as you began to thrust into her again. Her back pressing into the rocky ground didn’t bother her; the cold didn’t bother her. Jihyo was solely focused on the way your cock was stretching her and fucking her senseless. You were losing control as you continued thrusting, Jihyo’s legs spread apart as you thrust wildly. Jihyo’s constant moans fueled you, however. Every thrust into Jihyo’s cunt caused more of your seed to spill out. You didn’t care, though; you would fill Jihyo up again. 

You lean down, capturing Jihyo’s lips and groping her tits. Jihyo warmly accepted your touch, wrapping her arms and legs around you to keep you close. “Fucking cum inside me. I want you to cum inside me again.” Jihyo grunted as your cock continued to pound her sore cunt. You already knew you were going to, and Jihyo’s continued begging made you more excited about it. You squeezed Jihyo’s tits roughly, enjoying the soft mounds to the fullest while you kissed her. You felt Jihyo’s legs tighten around you, her moans growing louder, like before. On the verge of another orgasm, you sped up your thrusts. Jihyo felt your cock throbbing inside her and used her legs to push you in deeper. She held you tightly as you came together, your cum spewing inside her already ruined cunt. “That’s it, cum inside me,” Jihyo said breathlessly. She pulled you into a kiss, rocking her hips as she drained you of your second load. 

“Can you go again? I want one more, please, just one more.” Jihyo was already tired, but her body was craving another creampie; it wanted to be filled with cum, and her mind could not resist. You couldn’t either. 

You nod to Jihyo’s question and move onto your back. “Ride me, baby.”

“Yes, sir,” Jihyo climbs over you, grabbing your cock and rubbing it against her entrance before slamming herself down on it. Jihyo lifts herself slowly, letting more of your length outside her body before dropping back down on your cock. As Jihyo begins to get into a rhythm, you watch her heavy breasts bounce. You reach up, grabbing one of her mounds and squeezing it. Jihyo smiles as your hands run along her body. “I need this cock,” Jihyo mumbles as she leans over you, her tits swinging as she slams herself down on you. You lean up and kiss Jihyo, running your hands across her ass before spanking one of her cheeks. “I want you to cum inside me, breed me. Breed this little pussy.” Jihyo mumbles, her legs growing weak. 

You pull away from the kiss and take in the sight before you. The beautiful woman riding your cock was sweaty, steam coming off her body because of the cold weather. You grab Jihyo’s waist and help her move along your cock. “Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, I’m cumming!” Jihyo cries out, collapsing on top of you, your cock impaling her. You hold Jihyo against you as you cum inside her, filling her cunt with your semen, flooding her womb. You keep your hand on her lower back as her walls milk you. The two of you continue your escapades, moving from the hot spring to your hotel room.

The following morning, Jihyo was the first to wake up. She was on her stomach, her body sore and tired. She looked around, wondering where she was, when she saw your sleeping form beside her. She tried to cover herself only to realize there was something wet between her legs. It was cum. Jihyo grew more and more confused at the situation. She headed to your bathroom and grabbed a towel before leaving for her room. She washed herself, wondering what had come over her the night before. As she remembered the night before, she felt her body getting hot. It was sort of magical. She bit her lip as she considered going back to the hot spring. Jihyo had a few more days at the hotel, and it was a vacation for her to relax. A small smile appeared on her face as she made her decision.

Back in Korea, the members giggled to themselves. “Do you think she’s having a good time?” Nayeon asked. “Do you think she looked into it before she got there?”

“I don’t think so. She was so excited that it was a free trip she didn’t ask many questions. I kept pushing her to go into the hot spring, too.” Sana replied with a smile. “It’s super strong, too; the aphrodisiac really gets to you. You don’t even notice it either because the water feels so good you just want to relax.” Sana cups her cheeks and smiles as she remembers her trip to that same hotel. “It was such a good time; I woke up the next morning with four guys. I hope Jihyo got that sort of treatment; it’s too bad that not many people go in winter.”  The group laughs as they imagine what sort of situation Jihyo got herself into.

[t4tlottie]

bringing lottie to see the apartment you got after the plane crash for the first time.. she'd be so happy to see u finally have ur own space after talking about wanting to move out for Years. she almost tears up when u tell her it's Her space too 😓😓 even if it's just a tiny ass studio she's so giddy looking around at the way you've decorated and listening to you tell her the deals you got on the furniture 😭 she plops down on your bed so cute bc ur still using the same bedding you had in your room before, she's burying her face in the pillow and sniffing it like it's her only source of oxygen 😭😭

she scolds you when she opens the fridge and sees all u have in there is a pack of soda and leftover take out 😓

-🍊

It's embarrassing how nervous you are as you fumble with your keys when trying to open the door to your apartment. You feel like if you turned around to glance at Lottie, she'd be giving you a taunting smirk and it makes you feel even more shy. When you finally do get it open and hold it for her, there's a gentle smile on her face, and her perfume that hits your nose as she walks past you makes your head spin.

You watch her look around the place, feeling embarrassed at how messy it is. You really should've tidied around before taking her here.

"I forgot to clean." you mumble, messing with your fingernails.

"It's so you." she replies, eyes twinkling at the articles of clothing on the floor and the shitty mattress that still has your old bedding on it shoved against the corner. She thinks back to the time when she was nervous to ask you if you would ever consider living with her. "I can't believe you have your own space. Do you remember when we would talk about decorating our future apartment?"

You hum and feel giddy at the memories. You place your arm around her waist, still trying to get used to the contact after so long without her. You feel silly at how excited it makes you.

"It's your place too." you squeeze her hip, turning to look at her, eyes lighting up when she gasps.

Lottie looks at you with tears in her eyes and frowns, but you know she's not sad. Well, maybe a little. She wishes she was there to help you pick the perfect apartment, to help you pack all your things and unpack them with you when you guys moved in.

"Every time I looked at a place I imagined what you'd say or how you'd look in the mornings when I would wake up next to you in our bed. I kinda took too long to decide so I ended up with this place." you laugh while rubbing your neck. "But I knew you'd like it. You always said you wanted a smaller space. Even though this is a little too small."

"I love it." She walks over to your bed and flops down face first, inhaling the scent of you on the pillow. She smiles to herself as she thinks of spending the rest of her life here, with you, and hugs the pillow against her chest. The bed dips and you get on top of her, laughing into her neck at how intently she's sniffing. "It's not funny. I really missed you."

"I missed you too." you murmur, feeling your eyes droop from tiredness.

[ramp-it-up]

Peach V

Peach IV | Peach VI

Summary: Steven Grant Rogers is a mob boss trying to get clean. Maybe it’s because he’s in love. With you. He's got you on his turf in NYC. Are you finally willing to admit that you want to be with him?

Pairing: Art Dealer/Philanthopist (Mob Boss) Steve Rogers x Reader (Peach)

A/N: I love these two like I can’t explain. The slow burn speeds up a lil bit in this. There’s some action. 🥹 This fic is connected to the Bucky Barnes Knock You Down AU, and DIRECTLY AFTER the events in the Steve Rogers fic Peach IV. Your interaction keeps me writing, so let me know if you like it by commenting and reblogging.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT. Read at your own risk. Angst. Slow burn, EXTREME Mutual pining, idiots in love, lusting, dancing lessons, use of the words ‘mad’ and ‘crazy,’ Bucky is a jerk, boy do you get jealous. Kissing and heavy petting in the form of oral sex, female receiving. Lil bit of Dom Steve if you squint. Not Beta'd. All errors my own.

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“Welcome to SOB’s.”

You were one of the first awardees up to present to the group. Each recipient picked a NYC area artistic landmark to research and lead the others on a tour, discussing the significance to the art form for which they received funding.

As always, you were going outside of the box.

You looked around and concentrated on not staring at Steve. He looked so fine, foregoing his tailored sport coats this evening for a black pullover pushed up on his hairy, corded forearms. 

Dark jeans clung to his thighs and black boots encased his huge feet. What he was wearing highlighted every physical attribute that made you weak. He was quite the distraction, but you were a professional. 

You smiled at your cousin and Bucky, who were beaming at you, and began.

“Sounds of Brazil isn’t just a club—it’s a melting pot of culture, rhythm, and history that’s been bringing global sounds to the city since 1982.”

You moved around the relatively small dark space, but then a screen came down on the stage and a slide show of performances danced across it, with accompanying music flowing from the speakers.

 “SOB’s started as a space to showcase Brazilian, Latin, Caribbean, and African music, and quickly became a go-to spot for hip-hop, R&B, and reggae too. The Afro-Caribbean Queen herself, Ms. Celia Cruz, as well as Marc Anthony, J Cole, HER and Mac Miller (rest his soul) have all rocked this stage.”

You were silent for a moment and then continued. 

“This place is more than music; it’s about community, culture, and the celebration of diverse sounds. For me, dance is life. And it’s music such as what was fostered here that inspires me. It’s places like this that give life to the creativity of my art and my soul.”

“The vibe here is immaculate. It’s intimate, electric, and always unpredictable. Just imagine the countless artists who’ve poured their souls into performances right on this stage.This isn’t just a club, it’s a meld of culture, rhythm, and history that’s been bringing global sounds to the city since 1982.”

The video and music turned to Celia Cruz’s “Toro Mata” and three beautiful women, who looked like showgirls, came from backstage.

“In February, Salsa Groove starts at SOB’s with free salsa lessons, happy hour, and many other fun things. These ladies are here to give us a preview, so find a partner and let’s dance!”

Sharon moved toward Steve, but Sam grabbed her and she plastered on a fake smile. You smiled over at your cousin who was currently in the process of being caught up in the arms of James Buchanan Barnes.

Activity swirled around you as the dance instructors organized groups to teach, but you and Steve were left in the center of the dance floor.

You smiled at him. 

“Looks like I get to teach you Mr. Rogers.”

“Lucky me. Hope your feet survive.”

His sexy chuckle did you in as you slid into his arms. You placed your arms in the right position, but shifted to help him adjust.

“Relax your shoulders,” you murmured, stepping closer and running your hand along his broad trapezius muscles. 

Your voice was warm and laced with patience as you looked into his eyes.

“Salsa isn’t just about the steps. It’s about how you feel the music.”

“I feel it,” replied Steve, swallowing as he watched your hips move effortlessly with the rhythm. You made it look easy, natural and beautiful. He, on the other hand, felt a little bit out of sync, out of breath, and out of his depth. 

You took his hand, lacing your fingers through his, your palms pressing together and conducting electricity. 

“Start with the basics,” you whispered, guiding him.

“One, two, three: back. Five, six, seven: forward.”

Steve looked down to catch the rhythm and you pulled his arm around you tighter, causing you two to meld even closer together.

“Don’t overthink it. Just listen to me.”

Steve nodded and looked into the kaleidoscope depths of your eyes. 

And he listened. 

He listened to the way your breath hitched as his hand slid to your waist. 

And he noticed. 

He noticed the way your eyes flickered to his lips when you moved together in sync, your bodies sinfully connected.

“That’s it,” you said, your voice lower now, “Now, feel me.”

You guided his hand to your lower back, and his fingers instinctively pulled you more firmly against him. This power from him made you high along with the way your body fit against his.

You moved in perfect harmony.

“Better,” you murmured as you watched his mouth again.

Steve was found himself smiling, his steps more fluid now, as if he’d been dancing with you forever. His confidence grew with each turn, each time your bodies came in contact. 

And when you finally spun into him, your palm resting against his chest, your breaths mingling in the space between you, he knew this wasn’t just a dance. 

It was his chance.

Steve was about to lean in to kiss you when a slow clap began, started by Sharon.

You both looked around, surprised there was anyone else there. The music had stopped.

“Great job, Mr. Rogers. You made that look convincing.”

Sharon’s voice grated on your nerves but you had to laugh at your cousin giving her the gas face. You just rolled your eyes. Not even she could bring you down at the moment.

“SOB’s opened early just for us, we have another hour to dance and have fun. I’d love to talk more if you all are inspired. Have fun!”

Steve stood back and admired you, his creative queen, as the others swarmed around you.

—-

The way you moved made Steve Rogers feverish. 

The sway of your hips hypnotized him and he had to concentrate very much to appear unbothered. The smell of you made his cock thicken and gotdamn, when you laughed his stomach did flips.

He’d pay a million dollars to the first person who convinced you to kiss him. 

He’d pay you ten million for each kiss you’d give him willingly.

Steve was down bad.

The nail in his coffin was your creativity and bravery; the way you shared your opinions on your art and everything else made him mad with desire.

He now fully understood Bucky’s insistence to get fully clean. Steve was glad they were so close to the finish line and was willing to beat Bucky there. 

Steve was determined to be the good man you once thought he was.

—---

Over the next couple of days, your heart raced each time you watched Steve across whatever rooms you were in. His six foot plus form dominated every space and his natural affinity for art was so fucking appealing.

You finally admitted to yourself that you were feeling him, although the issue of whether you could trust him would not die. But when he looked at you with those baby blues, you got weak. There was definitely a connection and a chemistry that you couldn’t resist for much longer.

You couldn’t deny it any more.

But that didn’t stop you from trying.

—--

Sharon would not stop talking. You were unfortunate enough to sit near her on the Sprinter as it took you back to the hotel for the mid-day break on Wednesday. She was going on about her meeting with Steve to Lily from Montana.

Each recipient had meetings scheduled with Sam, Steve, Bucky and Natasha, another requirement of the week. Frequently, the meetings included a meal. It must have been a dizzying pace for them, but you’d really enjoyed your coffee with Sam and lunch with Natasha. They were cool people.

And of course your dinner with Bucky was amazing. You couldn’t wait for him to be your cousin, although he remained coy about proposing no matter how much you pressed him about the holiday trip.

“I mean my meeting with Steve was convenient this morning. He was right there and we were already in our comfortable clothing… the breakfast place was perfect…”

Your ears perked up at that.

“I just woke up so sore this morning. It’s all Steve’s fault…and then he had the nerve to do it again…”

Your mind filled in the gaps and your blood started to boil. 

This must be why he hadn’t been around that morning. He was recovering from fucking with Sharon. Rational thought was out the window and you couldn’t see anything but red.

Instead of going up to your room to rest, you walked the four blocks to the Rebirth building. 

Your spine was straight and your chin was up as you entered the gallery, passed Natasha and headed to Steve’s office. He came to stand at the door as you approached, obviously warned that you were coming. He was in shirtsleeves, his black button-down clinging to his muscular frame, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms. 

You blinked because he looked dangerously, devastatingly handsome in a way that was almost too much to look at directly. His mesmerizing blue eyes locked with yours, and the rest of the world disappeared. For a moment, you were frozen, ready to fuck him or spring into battle.

Just then, Bucky Barnes bounded out of a door near Steve’s, looking like a black lab, and headed in the same direction you were.

“Yo, Steve. I think that we should… oh shit! Peach!”

You couldn’t help but smile at Bucky, who looked cute in a black pullover with his curly hair tousled. Over Thanksgiving weekend, you’d grown to like him a lot. 

Bucky Barnes obviously loved his friends. He also was a good guy, despite his line of work. The way he loved your cousin had earned your respect.

You smiled and held your hand out for him to shake.

“Hullo Bunny… eep!”

He pulled you toward him, drawing you into a hug and twirling you out into a salsa spin, causing you to laugh. 

“It’s Bucky, Mr. Barnes if you’re nasty!”

You were shaking with laughter.

“Oh gawd! Does my cousin know that you are so corny?”

Bucky had mellowed your harsh.

Momentarily.

“It’s part of why she keeps coming back, Peach.”

Bucky winked at you and instantly you understood the appeal. You grinned up at Bucky, lightly slapping him on the arm as he laughed at you.

Someone cleared their throat and Bucky smirked over at Steve. Then, he caught the drift. 

“I can see that you have important business to attend to with this Punk. Catch you later.”

Suddenly you didn’t want to have this conversation, because the way Steve was looking at you was too intense. You didn’t move. You felt Bucky’s warm hands on your shoulders and you were compelled to move forward.

“Onward. Into the fray.”

You glared over your shoulder at Bucky and then looked back at Steve.

“Mr. Rogers.”

Steve’s jaw clenched and he greeted you in kind. 

“Ms. Y/LN. Is there something I can help you with?”

He walked into his office and you followed him, making sure to leave the door open. Steve's gaze slowly dragged down your body and back up again until it settled on your mouth. You felt that look like a physical touch, making your clothes feel irrelevant. You took a deep breath to keep from shedding them right there.

“Yes, Mr. Rogers. I need you to be honest with me.”

Normally, that was a throwaway comment, but Steve knew how important him being honest was to you, so he nodded, cleared his throat and said, “Of course,” while looking you in those beautiful eyes.

“Did you fuck Sharon Carter last night?”

Steve’s eyes widened in shock. He blinked a few times to digest your question. Then he answered it. Blood rushed in his head.  

I’m gonna kill the mutherfucker that said that, he thought. But he was calm when he replied.

“No. I was very much alone last night.” 

Missing you, he thought.

“Did you fuck her this morning?”

Steve put his file down on his desk and leaned back on it, crossing his arms.

“Absolutely not. She showed up at my gym, for the second day in a row. I helped her with some technique and then had our meeting in a coffee shop. Who is spreading this rumor that’s got you so worked up?”

He would find the fucking liar and strangle them to death.

“That bitch is going around insinuating to everyone…”

Then you realized what was going on. You closed your mouth. Sharon. 

That bitch. Why were you letting some hoe rag get to you?

“Never mind. You’re absolutely right. I don’t care.”

You raised your chin like the regal queen you were and Steve wanted to fall at your feet. 

“Well for your information, I’m not interested in Sharon Carter. As a matter of fact…”

All I want is you. 

Steve looked you in your eyes. God, you were so beautiful.

“I’m taken.” 

Your breath caught in your throat and a feeling in between panic and jealousy furled in your stomach at those words. As he looked at you, understanding dawned about what he meant. 

This conversation was not going the way you intended it to.

Your eyes moved to avoid Steve’s and it was then you noticed Bucky leaning on Steve’s door frame and snacking while he watched you two.

“Popcorn? Really Bucky???”

Bucky extended the bag to you. 

“‘SmartPop. Want some?”

Steve went over and closed the door in Bucky’s face and then turned back to you. You noticed how his bicep bulged when he ran his hand through his hair and your nipples tightened into stiff peaks.  

“Sorry to that woman.”

You played dumb, hoping he wouldn’t press the issue. But Steve clocked you. He shook his head and chuckled.

You crossed your arms and jutted your hip out. 

“What?...What, Steven!?”

You were the most adorable human he’d ever seen. 

“Nothing.”

You turned around to leave and then whirled around again.

“And another thing!”

Steve was smirking now. 

“You upgraded me on the airline and at the hotel. Didn’t you? And you gave me more endowment than anyone else. You’re just trying to get in my pants again.”

Steve sighed.

“Okay, so first I fucked Sharon, now I’m trying to get in your pants. You’re going from one extreme to another.”

“Tell me I’m wrong!”

Steve clenched his jaw, but his voice remained even. He really wanted to grab you and spread you over his desk and give you his cock until you calmed down. But baby steps.

He stepped to you and you looking up at him was his Roman Empire.

“You. Are. Wrong.”

His glare was blue ice and you felt just a little bit afraid. 

And a lot turned on. 

“Do you realize that your cousin helped us out with travel and accommodations?”

You opened your mouth and then closed it.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“And you didn’t get more than anyone else. Russ received $250,000. Awards were scaled according to the project.”

“Ah.”

“And I don’t just want to get in your pants. I want so much more.”

You stood there dumbfounded.

“W-what are you talking about?”

Steve gave you a rueful smile.

“Stop pretending you don’t know. Peach, I–”

You raised your hand to signal stop.

“Ain't nobody got time for this.”

He gazed at you with a sparkle in his eye and licked those red, red lips. But he put his hands up and backed away, still smiling.

“Also. Stop doing that!”

You waved your hand in the direction of this face. You needed him to stop looking at you like that.

He was trying to hold himself back. Your lunacy had him hard. And you not letting him tell you how he felt made him want to make you beg for him. He shook his head to clear his lust.

“Just what am I doing to you, Ms. YLN?”

That voice again. Your eyes shuttered and your pussy pulsed at the answer to that question, but you were determined to get him told.

“Sparkling those eyes down at me like that!”

“Sparkling my eyes…?”

Steve feigned annoyance, but he was enjoying the fuck out of this. 

“What does that even mean?”

“You know exactly what it means! Looking at me like.. Like.. like you…Just. Stop.”

He stopped smiling. 

“As you wish.”

Steve’s eyes roamed over your face, pausing to look at your lips. Then, he looked back up into your eyes and the sparkle was gone. It was replaced by a warm blue fire that for some reason caused you to shiver. You wanted to fall into it and his arms, but you shook yourself out of it.

“Nope. Don’t do that either.”

Steve huffed as the corner of his mouth hooked upward into a sexy side grin. Your panties couldn’t take it.

“Do wh–? Umph. Ummhmmhhmm!”

You put your hand over Steve’s mouth to stop him from assaulting you with his voice but he kept vocalizing. You realized that Steve’s hand was on your waist and was pulling you closer to him. 

Your breasts were pressed up against his rock hard torso and your hand was on his chest. Lord help you, all you needed to do was remove your hand. You stared into those blue depths for half a second and then moved back.

Steve licked his lips when your hand was gone and your body buzzed as he contemplated pulling you back into his arms.

When that look came into his eyes, you gave up. 

“Ugh. Never mind. I’ve got to go.”

You straightened your spine again, turned on your heel and marched toward the door. 

Steve followed you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw that Bucky was pumping his fist as you made to leave the building. You thought about giving him a piece of your mind, but you had to get out of there; Steve was close behind.

“Peach. Stop running. Calm down.”

You stopped and whirled on him, poking your finger in his chest.

“NEVER tell a mad woman to calm down, Rogers.”

He smiled down at you and your world spun out.

“So you admit that you’re crazy?”

“Fuck you!”

You turned and walked toward your hotel at a steady pace but Steve was right behind you. He followed you back to your hotel lobby and was right there when you pressed the elevator button. 

“What do you want, Steve?”

You sideyed him as you looked up at the floor indicator panel.

“You.”

You whipped your head around as the elevator doors opened. Your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could hear it. But then you just  wordlessly walked into the elevator as Steve followed closely.

“You feel this thing between us, Peach. I’m not alone in this. I know I’m not.” 

He moved close to you as the elevator doors closed, placing one arm on the wall near your head and the other on the railing beside you. You were enveloped in him. But when you looked up at him. Jesus.

“You wish. You think you’re god’s gift to women, Rogers?”

Your whisper was fervent.Your heart was beating out of your chest and your cunt was soaking wet. The electricity was arcing between you in the small space. You felt it in the small of your back. 

“Judging by the way you look at me, Peach. I’d say you wish, too.”

You shifted, trying to rub your legs together on the low. There was an ache you needed extinguished.

“Boy, please...”

You were still trying to fight it as Steve moved close, his lips a breath from your ear.

“Not all women. Just you. And you don’t need to beg. Just ask for what you want, Peach.”

He pulled back and you almost chased him, but bit your lip and tried to remain calm.

“I don’t want anything from you, Steven.”

“Now, you’re the liar.” Steve intoned, his jaw working tightly.

When the elevator door opened, you ran out, moving quickly down the hallway to your room. You stood in front of your door and stared at Steve, not opening the door and not speaking.

He looked down the hallway and spoke, anger laced in his tone. 

“Open the fucking door and get your sweet ass in that room, Peach.”

You tried to stare him down, but he was determined. And something in those blue eyes made you want to comply.

“I’m not going to repeat myself.”

Your hands shook as you opened your door with Steve breathing down your neck, reminiscent of that night in Atlanta. 

Once the door was closed, he stalked toward you, tipping up your chin to meet his intense gaze. His thumb brushed your bottom lip and you suppressed a shudder. 

No one had ever made you feel this way with just a touch. 

“What do you want from me?” 

Your voice was barely a whisper. 

Steve leaned in close to reply, his breath fanning your face.

“Stop fucking running from me. I apologize for all the things I’ve done. But now I’m underwater and I’m drowning in my feelings for you.”

Your resistance were just bare thread now. And the last ones frayed into nothing at his proximity.

“Prove it,” you said as you met his gaze. 

Steve’s eyes glinted with something you couldn’t read, and his hand moved to your waist. 

“Careful now, Peach,” he murmured and bent his head, still not quite kissing you, but driving you crazy.

“You don’t scare me,” you whispered. 

“No?” 

His hand was on your back now, moving you impossibly closer. 

“I think that I do. I think the feelings you have for me terrify you.” 

His lush lips crashed down on yours, and you were completely lost to the way he devoured you, all heat and hunger and lust. Your tongues tangled and danced, and you moaned into his mouth. 

Steve broke away to nip down your jaw. 

“Taste so fucking sweet, Peach. ‘S all I could think about this past month.” 

His hands slid down your body to palm your ass, pulling you close and making you feel how hard he was for you. Damn he was big. He was right, you’d probably struggle to take him, but god you wanted to try right now.

Slowly, Steve lowered his head again, watching you intently as his lips capture yours. The kiss started off slow and delicious, then it deepened, growing more passionate, more demanding. Your fingers tangled in his thick hair, pulling him closer. And when you came up for air, you were both breathing hard. He leaned his forehead on yours.

“I want every single part of you, Peach,” he said roughly. “Not just your body.”

Your heart swelled. There was no more holding back now. 

“D’you think you can… can you think about trusting me with your heart?”

You hesitated and he knew he needed to get you not to get back in your head. He settled into the large couch and pulled you into his lap. His hands on your body was like nothing else. 

“You feel fucking amazing.”

Before he knew it, Steve wrapped a hand around your neck and pulled you down to his mouth. He nipped at your lower lip, then soothed the tender flesh with his tongue, leaving you a trembling mess.

He lifted his hand and ran a finger down the side of your neck; the touch was light but somehow burned. 

“Tell me you don’t think about being mine?”

You only whimper in answer, your stubbornness still in control.

He shook his head as he leaned down and followed the trail of his finger with his lips.

It felt so good that you tilted your head to the side with a soft sigh, giving him better access. Steve took full advantage, trailing kisses back up to the sensitive spot behind your ear that made you shiver.

“Fuck, Steve.”

You hooked your leg around his waist and rolled your hips against his like he was a pole. You arched your back and attempted to ride him to get some satisfaction to your core, which was 

aching and weeping.

“No. We’re not gonna fuck. Not until you tell me you’re mine. But we can play.”

He arched a dark blonde eyebrow as he kissed down your cleavage and  one big hand cupped your breast over your shirt and the other reached down to slip inside your panties. 

“You wanna play, Peach? You’re absolutely soaked Sweetheart. Want me to make you feel good?”

It was his one mission in life, and he could do it all day, bring you pleasure.

You pouted up at him, but you couldn’t resist. This high was too addictive.

“Yes, Stevie. Please. Make me feel good.” 

He growled lowly when you arched into his touch. You felt the hard length of him pressing against your core, and you reached down to palm him through his pants. 

“Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Suddenly, your bra was pulled down and his mouth was closing over your nipple, sucking and teasing. He moved lower, getting on his knees beside the couch.

He stopped manhandling you long enough to unbutton his shirt and damn, did you pay attention. 

You bit your finger as those muscular shoulders and biceps and chest came into view. Your eyes followed the happy trail that flowed down his six pack and damn the bugle in his pants was big.

That shocked look on your face when you met his eyes again was so hot that Steve wanted to fucking ruin you, but he decided have settle for just tasting you.

“Don’t want you to get my shirt wet, Sweetheart.”

He winked and then reached underneath your skirt to find your panties.

You scrambled up on your hands and scoffed.

“It’s like that?”

Steve grabbed your thighs and pulled them apart, making your skirt ride up.

You leaned back and smiled as he winked and nodded.

He hiked your legs over his shoulders and a second later, his mouth was between them, his tongue teasing the skin near where you really wanted him to be. 

You grabbed his hair and ground against his face, already desperate for more. And when he licked straight through the center of you, a scream started in your throat but you stifled it, looking down to see Steve’s eyes twinkle up at you. 

He kept you pinned against the couch, gripping your hips with those big, strong hands and holding you in place. His tongue traveled up and down your slit, between your folds, and slid inside your wet cunt.

Your entire body trembled as his tongue toyed with your clit. You felt his smile as he started circling his tongue around the small bundle of nerves.

“Fuck! Give me more!”

Your eyes rolled as two of his long thick fingers entered you and scissored before quickly finding the pile of sensitive flesh inside you. He massaged it and at the same time leaned down to suck your clit into his mouth. It was at that point that your orgasm hit you like a wave.

“Steveeeee! Godddd!” 

You screamed as your pussy simultaneously clenched and squirted fluid into Steve’s waiting mouth. Your vision went white, and all the air was sucked out of the room. 

Slowly, your surroundings came back into focus. Steve kissed the inside of your thigh, then stood up, watching you with an intensity that made your heart stutter in your chest.

“The way you scream my name makes a man wanna buy you jewels Peach.”

His beard was wet and his voice was raspy, but you reached for him and he leaned down to kiss you, letting you taste your essence on his tongue.

Then, he pulled away and found your bathroom. You stared at the ceiling as the water ran and you assumed he was cleaning up. He returned with his shirt on and a warm towel to help you clean up.

He watched as you shed your clothes, sensuality on display only for him. You reached for his pants and he grabbed your wrists, shaking his head.

“Like I said. That was fun. But you’ve got to make a decision, Peach. Do you want me like I want you?”

The words were right there in your throat, but they refused to come out.

You just stared at him.

Steve smiled at you ruefully.

“Okay. It’s all right. I’m not giving up. Just giving you space.”

He handed you the fluffy white robe that was in the bathroom and you put it on to follow him to the door of your suite.

“See you tomorrow after the Summit for our meeting.”

He kissed you goodbye on the cheek and the dance you and Steve Rogers did continued as you watched him walk away from you.

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Tbh I can only imagine the rage Salem might feel on Oz's behalf once she finds out Light manipulated and trapped him into the task Light gave him, and that he has no choice in coming back (assuming she doesn't know that it isn't his choice). I think finding out he's essentially been trapped in a prison (the prison being the fucked up cycle of life/death/rebirth and the Mandate) this entire time would give her extra incentive to, presumably (if that's her goal), overthrow the tyrants that are the gods.

And honestly I think that would really show Oz that yes, Salem does still love him and care about him (quietly slides over Would You Fall In Love With Me Again from EPIC the Musical). Ugh I just want them to make uppp they mean everything to me. I need that reconciliation arc sm. And sighs. Salem saving Ozma from his metaphorical tower like how Ozma saved Salem from hers :( i want them to at least be friends again. There's sm they have to talk about and make up for

in all honesty i think her immediate reaction is more likely to be anguished guilt than fury, because the god of light deftlymanipulated her into acting as the lock on ozma's cage. it's been evident since 6.3 that salem already feels an immense burden of self-blame and guilt and in v8 we see, with cinder, salem turn on a dime while articulating a very precise and accurate understanding of why cinder acted as she did in response to the way salem treated her.

(and i do also think ozma's view that salem is at least partially responsible for what the brothers did to her and to the world may be, ultimately, because she told the story that way: if salem really did hesitate to tell him parts of it at first because she feared ozma would reject her, then it follows she felt ashamed and guilty, and feeling that way would undoubtedly color her account.) 

and in 6.4, the one time in the present we've ever seen salem truly lose her temper, what happens? she sends everyone else out of the room and self-harms. the windows shatter inward—the scene cuts away before we see salem get ripped apart by broken glass, but that is what she's doing. that unbearable uncontrollable rage is for herself. 

so how will she feel when she learns that all this time she spent believing that ozma  cynically took advantage of her trust and love to manipulate her into serving her tormentor, that he willingly bent the knee to tyrannical monsters and never wavered from his obedience—how will she feel when she finds out that actually, all that time, ozma was being tortured and forcibly twisted into an unwilling pawn by a curse he was tricked into accepting?

like. 

look at what she did to herself when she realized her decision to abandon cinder meant leaving cinder to infiltrate atlas and recover the lamp from oz all by herself, with no support, mere weeks after cinder nearly died at haven. and that was harm of a much smaller scale, spanning just a couple weeks. salem fled into exile after that horrible fight and left ozma to suffer alone in a state of inescapable torment for thousands of years. 

i think she's going to be devastated and furious with herself first, and she'll have to navigate that before she can reach being enraged at the god of light for ozma's sake. but yeah once she's had that time to process her hatred of the brothers and conviction that they must be cast down will only deepen. 

for ozma it's far more important that he sees the anguish and grief and guilt clearly. he already knows her rage. he knows she hates the brothers and why. salem is a deeply emotional character but her affect is blunted and notably in the narration of the lost fable, spite and anger at the gods are the only emotions jinn ever describes salem feeling—everything else we see salem feeling in that episode is framed as a manipulative lie, because ozma is terrified that her spiteful anger at the gods might have been the only thing that was real. 

and again i think this is a misconception rooted in the way salem presented herself because in both the kitchen scene and even more so in their last conversation, salem keeps what she wants and what shefeels very tightly locked down. from the instant ozma suggested that he wanted more than their cozy little life in her cabin, salem was one hundred percent focused on giving him what he said he wanted. literally, "whatever we want—what you want!"

salem fearing ozma would reject her didn't begin and end with just flinching before she plucked up the courage to tell him of her rebellion. it also encompassed what she wanted, if he wanted something else, and anything she felt that she feared might upset him. even when he told her the whole truth, she crushed down her own feelings and quoted from a myth—spoke in his language—and tried to reach out to somehow find a compromise because even then she was putting him and what he wanted so far above herself that she couldn't even bring herself to admit that she felt hurt. 

fundamentally what ozma needs is to see her pain, her grief, without any restraint—not just for her sake but also for his own. anger is what he expects. it's the only thing he expects. and i think a lot of the resentment he feels toward salem in the present comes from a place of believing on some level that he's just her excuse for being angry at the gods because he feels so much doubt that she truly loved him. 

which is where the maiden-in-tower allusion becomes salient; when the prince is blinded his sight is healed by her tears. ozma won't be able to see her clearly until he sees her sorrow.

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Chapter 8: Wildflower

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Synopsis: after her breakup with Rafe and him kicking her out. Her best friend offers her a new job and a place to stay. But when Rafe comes back from Morocco. He realizes he’d made a grave mistake. Will Sofia go back to him? Or will she decide that her new life means more to her than him?

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Sofia blinked away her surprise; he was right in front of her. She couldn’t help the way her heart swelled at the sight of him. Her Rafe.

He looked just as stunned to see her. His footsteps faltering as he got closer to the front door. In his hands, were his grocery bags.

“S-Sofia?” He repeated, almost as if he’d hope he wasn’t imagining her.

“Rafe.”

Sarah came out the car soon after. Her hand on her belly. Her eyes darting from Sofia, to John B and then to Rafe. The tension in the air is palpable.

“You guys came back early…” John B says, breaking the tension like a knife. Sarah smiles, grabbing a bag from Rafes hands.

“We just needed some milk. But you know how I need my pregnancy snacks.” Sarah says. She made her way towards John B, handing him the bag. He took it from her.

“Uh… we’re going to leave, you two alone to talk.” Sarah says, grabbing John B’s hand. They leave towards a different part of the house. Sofia crosses her arms; unsure on what to do with herself.

She hadn’t realized how awkward this would be. Her momentum completely disappeared. Rafe scratched the back of his head. His other hand still holding the groceries, Sarah hadn’t taken.

Sofia couldn’t help but stare at his arms. Her mind wandering; his cheeks turned pink. She was the only one who ever managed to make him blush. He’d missed the way she would look at him. He’d missed her, so much.

“Sofia.” He said again, this time a little more hoarsely. “Why’re are you here?” It came out harsher than he intended.

Sofia eyes darted to the ground. Her cheeks heating up. “I thought it was time you and I finally talked.”

Sofia’s hand caressed Rafe’s cheek. Her eyes boring into his. Her eyes shone like stars as she stared at him. Rafe felt his own cheeks flush.

“Stop staring at me like that. It’s going to make me kiss you.”

Sofia can’t help but giggle as he says this. Her body moving closer to his so she can steal a kiss. Her hands now on his chest, her body molting against his. His hands move to her waist, holding her close to him.

She slowly pulled away, “Que Lindo tu ves.” Her hand continuing to caress his cheek. He blushes further. His hand reaching up to play with her hair.

“Is that right?” Rafe smiles up at her, his eyes staring into hers. Today it’s decided to lean towards looking more green.

“Oh? You know what that means?” She teased, giggling as he grinned at her.

“Had to learn my girls language.” He pushes a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Though, don’t ask me to speak it yet. I sound terrible.” He laughs. She laughs along with him.

“Hey at least, you’re trying.” She kisses his nose. “Let me hear it.” Rafe crosses his arms and lets out another chuckle.

“You’re going to cringe at how terrible my Spanish sounds.” He says, his eyes roaming her face.

“Practice, makes perfect. No?”

Sofia played with the hem of her skirt; as she sat next to Rafe on his couch. The cup of water he’d gotten her, sat abandoned on the coffee table.

“This doesn’t have to be awkward.” Rafe says. His head ducked low as he doesn’t stare at her. “We’re here to talk.”

Sofia nodded, “Then can you please look at me?” Her voice comes out a bit hoarse. Like she’d hadn’t spoken in ages. But really, her throat was dry. She reaches for the cup of water. But then lets her arm fall.

Rafe slowly looks up; he looks like a little kid almost. Reduced to a vulnerable state. He’d always been like that with her. Always stripped of any facade he tried to create.

“Why did you do it? Was that your scheme all along? Pretending to be in love with me or some shit?” He ripped the bandit right off. He didn’t want to keep tiptoeing around the issue anymore. He didn’t want to lose this opportunity. He finally got her here to talk. And he was just going to get he answer he wanted; straight. The anger he thought he was done with; resurfacing.

She’d appreciated him for it. She knew she would haven’t been able to be so straight forward. She’d been too afraid to be.

Sofia breath in a breath and let it out. “My dad had told me about this deal. Hollis had tried to ask him to involve me in getting you to agree on investing in Goat Island. It sounded scammy to me. And at the time, I couldn’t imagine doing something like that to you. And then when—”

Her eyes finally turned away from him. Remembering that awful day.

“I had went looking for you. To tell you what my dad had said. I found you at the club. I overheard you talking to Ruthie and Topper. She’d said that, since you live with a pogue. You might not be up for whatever it was Topper was planning to do. I’m assuming it’s the rezoning. And then… I heard you.”

Rafe’s eyes widen. His heart sinking. She wasn’t meant to hear that.

“You said that just because we hooked up. Didn’t make me your girlfriend.” Her hands were tightly intertwined together. Her eyes no longer even looking at him. Now it was her turn to duck her head. “How you weren’t living with a Pogue. That you had standards.”

Rafe in took a sharp breath of air. Letting it puff out. “Shit.” He said. He rubs at his head; now staring at her.

Sofia only ducks her head down. Tears began to brim her eyes. It was laid out bare in front of them. The start of the doom of their relationship.

“Sofia, please look at me.” He says hoarsely. “I didn’t mean those things. I promise, I just didn’t like how— you know how Ruthie is like.”

Sofia scoffed, looking away from him. “But you still said those things, Rafe. What was I supposed to do?”

“Talk to me! Not fucking betray me!” He finally snapped. Sofia flinches as he yelled at her. He’d never done that before. Never once raised his voice at her. She wasn’t used to it.

She’d seen him, yell at others. But never her. Being on that side of it. It feels wrong, like as if she woken up at the wrong side of the bed.

He instantly deflates the moment; he notices her flinch. “I’m-I’m not trying to argue with you.”

Rafe remembered, how he felt the moment he found out. He felt his whole body go numb. There was no way. Not Sofia. Anyone but Sofia. She would never do that to him. His angel of a girlfriend. Fiancée. No, no, no.

He loves her, he would never do anything to hurt her. So why did she hurt him? After the phone call, he felt his tears brimming his eyes. He felt his heart feel like it was on fire. He couldn’t believe it. His Sofia had betrayed him.

Rafe wiped away at his eyes. No longer able to contain his tears. His hands shook.

“I love you Sofia. I love you, okay. I didn’t mean to fuck this up. I shouldn’t have said those things. But you could have talked to me. We could have… we wouldn’t be here. And I’m not trying to completely fault you in that.” His voice came out broken. Like he couldn’t speak properly.

He looked at her, his Sofia. Her beautiful eyes brimmed with tears. He wanted to reach over and wipe them away from her eyes. Wanted to fix everything that hurt her.

“I’m sorry, I know it won’t fix anything. But I am truly sorry. I didn’t mean for you to lose—” Her eyes casted down away from him.

The silence engulfed them. Now it felt like it would be like pulling teeth. He didn’t want this to be the end of them. He waited for her to continue with batted breath.

“I didn’t mean for you to lose everything.” She whispered. Rafe felt his heart clenched.

For a long time, he thought he cared about the money. But now… all he cared about was having her back. He remembered the conversations he’d have with Kiara. He never thought he’d ever become close to her. And he still wouldn’t consider her to be. But he’d told her about Sofia.

He realized even when he wasn’t around Sofia. He managed to make room for her in the conversation. He wished he could take back the things he said about her. He didn’t mean them. Now here was the consequence to those words being uttered.

“I love you Rafe. I was upset and I did the first thing I could to hurt you. And I regretted it the moment I did. I regretted the moment I realized you were serious about us. I wish I could have just spoken to you. I tried to make you back out. But it’s been too late. I’m not here to ask you to forgive me. You don’t have to forgive me.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. The distance between them, he couldn’t recall being close to her. He sank onto his knees and practically crawled to her. He gripped her hands in his. He was a starved man. The time away from her was unbearable. Felt like a shot in the heart.

“I remember I told you that I didn’t care what you did. The day I proposed to you. And now… now that you’re here in front of me—”

He placed his head into her hands. His tears slipping down his face. “I don’t want to lose you Sofia.” He sobbed.

Sofia felt her tears fall down her own face. Before she knew it, they were embracing each other. She didn’t know if this meant they’ll be together. But in this moment, they were two souls who had found what they were searching for.

Sofia is listening to:

Rafe is listening to:

[manic-sapphic]

crimson waste catra ranting~

it's ironic, cause w the backdrop of a lifeless desert wasteland, every moment of the super pal duo out there gives me so much damn life. hp restored in full every time.

catra and scorpia, desert beauty queens in less than a mf'ing day, just casually ruling the place.

they party for the first time in their lives - catra is actually letting herself laugh about shit and has been all damn day - pretty sure she laughs more that one episode than prob like, the whole series at that point. after the sword 1/2 i feel like it doesn't get heard much.

they kick ass across the desert, and yeah, a grip of catra's laughter was done while leaving a trail of mf'ers in need of medical attention you know they def don't have in the crimson waste ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

aw but poor scorpia :/ (i maintain she and catra both ended up w who they shoulda)

but it's still sad to see her get the closest she's ever gotten to breaking down catra's walls only to have it last 2.5 seconds before they're reinforced to the max. cause scorpia def was down to hang out as a desert duo and yeet any lil moron catra points at so far into the horizon, even if they survived the impact, there's no way they coulda possibly had enough water on em to make the walk back.

--but before any of that, i think it's catra's initial reaction to finding out the crimson waste isn't uninhabited after all -- so much about catra's lil monologue in the desert shanty-tavern kinda floors me.

it seems like catra doesn't care anymore if she lives or dies - part of her speech in the tavern is just a cautionary: "i'm down to go full-tilt savage, claws out, with 0 regard for how it turns out. i'm up for the coin flip so if you're gonna come at me, you better be too"

and her behavior after that point seems to reflect that as well. but what i find to be pretty heartbreaking about it is probably that it takes being at her wit's end, feeling so worthless and existence so pointless- it's not until her life feels irrelevant to her that she can let go and kinda enjoy herself. but ultimately, she'd rather let go for good; catra would rather dissolve into the void than make any attempt to return to her real life.

and in the waste, as she warns everyone in the tavern not to fck w her, there are these brief sentiments she actually allows herself to express aloud - prob cause it's a room full of strangers she never expects to see again - of vulnerability interwoven throughout her threats of hostility (even if they're expressed in an aggressive tone)

she warns everyone against tryna mess w her, yeah. but it still kinda gets to me that, however vaguely, she even tells them why.

cause catra didn't do that. not anymore.

and ps i dunno if it's just me, but i'd imagine after how much time had passed since shadow weaver used catra to escape-

hearing "shadow weaver is in bright moon" probably hit different than if she heard "shadow weaver came to bright moon" or "was in bright moon" ... i'd figure knowing adora was fine with sw sticking around, prisoner or not, might get under catra's skin a lil extra at the time.

[totallyanopossum]

Monster secretary part 3

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The feelings are just getting strong and stronger, she desperately needs some friction, something to clench around. She can't be stuck with this feeling for hours and not do something, it feels like if she doesn't get pleasure she'll explode. She hasn't even touched herself and she's fully soaked, she needs to do something. But she can't, not here in her bosses home, surely not with her boss, right?

It's been a few minutes of awkward silence after he dropped that new knowledge. There's a strong tension In the air, both awkward and sexual.

He didn't mean for it to happen, it's the last thing this situation needs. But her scent is getting stronger and stronger, it's affecting him, and the feel of wet arousal on his arm, he's getting the awkwardest boner of his life.

She didn't realize her feet were resting in his lap until she felt something harden beneath the balls of her feet. She glances down and can't help the cartoon look of shock that's plastered on her face as she realizes her feet are resting on his extremely large boner.

Is he affected by me? Wait, do we have mutual feelings, mutual attraction? Fuck, just how big is he? Oh I know I shouldn't but I wanna press down, feel how firm he is. Maybe he'll moan, or whimper, oh the sinful sounds we could make. Fuck, no, stop it, bad horny self.

Oh this silence is stupid, we are both turned on, both horny, both adults. My scent wouldn't have effected her like this if she didn't already have feelings for me.Even if there is a bit of a power difference here between boss and secretary, but fuck that it doesn't bother me and if it bothers her well the she can dominate me.

They both had that same thought at the same time.

D- “ Y/N”

Y/N-“ Draven"

They both said each other's names at the same time, catching them both off guard, adding another moment of hesitation.

She can't wait any longer, it's become too hard to think straight and focus, forming coherent words is beyond her at this point. She doesn't know what he was gonna say, but she's gonna go based on what his body is telling her.

Fuck it she can find another job, but getting another chance at this, to fuck a monster like him, she can't pass this up, her body is desperate for him and her lusfull mind is winning over her self control.

She grabs the hem of her shirt and throws it off, declaring her intentions loudly as her titties bounce from the recoil of her movements. Now she's like an animal in heat, she leans forward, grabs onto his hand for support as she maneuvers to straddle his arm. She's impressed all it takes is just one arm to hold her up, and how good it feels to grind on his arm. Her mind is so foggy all she knows is to keep bucking her hips and grinding on him, giving in feels so good, feels like a pressure has been released, but that's probably because she just released on him without realizing. Now his arm and pants are soaked with her arousal but she's unaware as she pants, chest raising with each ragged breath, her head hung back.

Whoa. She let loose, looks like she couldn't hold back anymore. Oh she's even more perfect then I imagined, smooth creamy skin, large pendulous breasts, oh those thighs, and perfect round ass. I wanna grab, fuck i wanna grab her but this is all her and she looks so good doing it. Using me for her pleasure. Oh, did she just? She did, all over me. Fuck I didn't get to taste, I'll have to make her do that again over my mouth next time, a few more times actually.

The ach in his pants is now painful, his slacks allowing no room to stretch against his growing length and the stain of leaking precum growing. It's time to say something now, he wants to touch her, to feel her.

D- “ y/n, darling?”

At the sound of his voice, she turns eyes locking with him immediately. Her eyes burning with a desperate hungry look.

Y/N-“ more”

D- “ p..pardon”

She shifts her gaze, eyes darting between him and the obvious bulge straining his pants. He's glad to see her interest in him, glad she wants more, and who is he to deny her that.

Y/N-“ more please”

D- “ of course darling”

He sets her down on the couch, she pouts, looking very upset about her new position and lack of contact. She won't be pouting long though it's his turn to undress. He starts by casting off his shirt and unbuckling his belt. He likes the way her eyes are glued to his every movement, just waiting to get sight of his impressive length. He hopes the size doesn't scare her off, but doubts that will happen with the way she smells, and how she licks her lips as his pants drop. This makes his hunger spike, cock grow to its full length, and his tentacles unfurl. They reach around for something to grab onto, something to squeeze, something to hold down.

Y/N-“ Whoa”

D- “ are you pleased darling?”

She doesn't have the words to convey her reaction, so she acts. She settles on her knees on the couch and reaches out with a grabbing motion, beckoning him over. She wants a closer look, she's never seen anything like it before, so big, both in length and girth.

He can't deny her and steps closer, making her level with his cock. His tentacles have a mind of their own, one pulling the tie from her hair making it fall cascading over her shoulders, the other fondling her swollen breasts making her moan with just the slightest squeeze.

His leaking cock bobs infont of her face as she admires it. The way it's girthiest at the base, how the tip is slightly flared with barbs just underneath, all the textured ridges, the way it's alright glistening with precum, and those tentacles already grabbing her.

Oh fuck this is going to break me, split me in two. That's if it will even fit, but oh I really want it to fit even if he breaks me this will be worth it. I need this, I need to be stretched, I need to be stuffed, I need to be broken.

She reaches out grabbing at the base with both hands, her fingertips don't even have a chance of reaching around him. She looks up at him while she licks and sucks on the tip, just the tip fills her mouth, stretching her jaw wide open, but it's so worth it. She's never tasted anything like this, the flavor delicious and indescribable and she wants more, needs more, she's gonna milk him for everything he's got.

He didn't expect her to be so bold, or for her touch to feel this exceptionally good. It's been so long since he's been with someone, he's embarrassed that just with a minute of her mouth on him he already feels his climax quickly approaching.

He lets out a deep growl and carefully fists her hair, his claws accidentally brush against her scalp eliciting a breathy moan muffled by his cock in her mouth.

D- “ im.. I'm gonna”

This makes her suck and flick her tongue more vigorous, like she wants him to cum quickly. But that's because she does, she's being driven by greedy hungry intentions of milking her boss.

He's about to cum, his tentacles squeeze her breasts hard, he bucks his hips and uses his hold on her hair to drive himself further in her mouth, making her let out choked sounds and the huff of heavy breathing coming from her nose. He hasn't released in so long, this load is very large, seeming endless, wave after wave hitting the back of her throat.

Delicious. Thank fuck he didn't pull out, can't waste a drop of it. Oh this is addicting.

Once he comes back to reality, he looks down admiring the way her lips are stretching around him, the tears rolling down her reddened cheeks, and that hungry devious look.

Oh she wants more, good so do I. She's gotten to have a taste of me but I haven't gotten a taste of her yet, how unfair, time to change that.

He pulls out of her mouth, making a lewd pop sound. He wrangles his tentacles, getting them off of her. It's time to take this to the bedroom so he can properly enjoy her.

He leans down and picks her up, placing her over his shoulder, grabbing her ass and squeezing as he takes her to his bedroom. Her plush soft body against his feels amazing, his fingers digging into her ass and thighs, her large breasts pressed against his shoulder and back, heavenly.

He playfully throws her down onto the bed, loving the way her body jiggles from the impact.

Oh he's perfect. Ravish me.

He goes to his knees at the foot of bed, reaches out grabbing hold of her thighs and drags his meal to the edge of the bed. He slips a claw under the soaked fabric of her underwear and cuts them off of her. Now she's fully bare to him.

She's perfect. What a pretty leaking pussy. A delicious meal all for me. Oh my dreams never came close to this.

He inhales her scent right from the source, the pheromones are intoxicating. Large hands pinning her legs open to the bed, he knows this will make her wriggle and writhe but she's not gonna escape his grasp. He glides his tongue between her slick folds getting his first taste of her delicious arousal, he immediately dives in sinking his tongue deep within her making her gasp and fist the blankets.

His tongue, fuck I already feel a stretch and it's just his tongue, his massive cock is gonna break me. Break me please. OH SHIT THATS MY CERVIX. DID HE JUST? HES TONGUE FUCKING MY CERVIX!

Good girl, yes gimme more sinful lewd moans. Try all you want, you're not going anywhere. That's it let me open you up, good girl take it.

Her back is arching off the bed, she's writhing under his expert tongue. He changes his hold, using his forearms to pin her thighs and his hands on her chest to keep her down. She looks so small and helpless trapped beneath his hold, so beautiful the way she struggles uselessly.

She clenched down around him hard, her legs shaking, body trembling, eyes rolling back as she cum harder than she ever has before.

Mouth open pressed against her pussy he waits for his treat, his delicious meal. He drinks up every drop, savoring everything she gives him. He slowly pulls his tongue out, leaving her empty clenching around nothing, feelings so empty. He releases his hold on her and just gazes at his beautiful little human as she slowly comes back to reality.

Eventually she opens her eyes, sits up a bit and looks at him, she's amazed and hungry for more. She never thought she’d be in a position to beg her boss for sexual acts but here she is. He said orgasming would ease the horny hunger but now it just feels stronger and unimaginably desperate, like if she doesn't get impaled on his cock soon she'll die.

She manages to sit up and grabs onto the horns coming from his collar bones for stability, not trusting herself to stay upright.

Y/N-“ more please”

He stays silent, he wants to see if she'll beg for more, for him.

Y/N-“ Mister Draven Please fuck me, use me, fill me. Please Boss I need you to fill me up, I'll do anything”

D- “ anything?”

Y/N-“ Yes!”

D- “ good girl, your gonna take everything I give you, your body is mine, we're not done until I say so, understood”

Y/N-“ yes, yes, please”

She's perfect and all mine. She'll get everything she begged for and more. I didn't know my scent hormone was this strong, poor Lil thing needs more pleasure, needs my cock.

He scoops her up, feeling her grip on his horns tighten as she's lifted off the bed, her legs over his shoulder, wet cunt dripping against his chest.

He climbs in bed, lays her down, and straddles her body hovers over her, loving how tiny she is beneath him, he's gonna have to be careful not to hurt her. 1 set of tentacles bind her breath together so he can titty fuck her while the other set trace along her neck and face. He lines up and thrusts, with each thrust her whole body gets jiggled. He's never felt something so soft or smooth before as he slides between her around breasts, he lets his head tilts back and enjoy the heavenly softness.

His tentacles really do have a mind of their own, the free set not binding her have taken interest with her mouth. They goes for her mouth, it's already open, panting,so they slip in, feeling around her cheeks and tongue, then exploring further back into her throat. She starts to choke, making Draven check to see what's happening, for a moment he's concerned but knows she can handle this.

D- “ swallow darling, let them in…. Good girl just like that, don't resist”

He's not in control of his tentacles but he can feel them and the feelings of her swallow around them is pushing him over the edge. A few more gulps and his thrusts become erratic and desperate. He lets out a loud growl as he releases all over her chest and face.

The tentacles release her breasts and come out of her throat, each tentacles scooping up cum and taking it to her mouth. She sucks off every bit of his delicious cum, noticing the whines that escape Draven as she sucks.

She needs to cum again, the feeling so urgent it's her only focus. Breathing, surviving, all secondary concerns tossed aside, there's only one goal and she needs it NOW.

She turns and gets In doggy position, presenting her ass and dripping cunt to him. She even wiggles her ass back and forth trying anything to get him inside her.

Wow she's presenting her ass to me, I have made her wait but she'll get her prize now.

He repositions herself, resting her on the balls of her feet, while his tentacles wrap around her thighs and waist to hold her in place. He slides his tips back and forth between her wet folds getting himself lubed up while teasing her overly sensitive clit. He's a bit worried about making it fit, he might break her, but she did beg to be filled, and how can he deny her, his cute little needy secretary.

He lighs up with her entrance and slowly starts to push in, it's slow going at first, not much progress he'll have to be more forceful.

Y/N-“ please please fill me Draven”

D- “ I don't want to hurt you darling”

Y/N-“ i don't care, fill me, fuck me, I need you inside me… Please”

Her voice is heavy with desperation, she sounds on the verge of tears with her last ‘please’. That sound of her distress triggers his instincts he now feels a strong deep drive to give her what she's begging for.

He pushes hard forcing his way in, she whines, moans, and claws at the bed while the pain mixes with pleasure. She cries out loudy as she finally opens up and he sinks in half way. The girthiest portion is still unable to fill her, but half is good progress. His tentacles increase their grip on her as she starts to lose her balance.

He had the intention to start slowly but instincts and hunger have taken over. The room filled with the lewd sounds of her wet cunt getting abused, his growls, and her sinful crying moans. As he drills into her she starts to open up more and more, he's almost balls deep.

Nothing will ever compare to this, my pussy belongs to him now. I didn't think I could stretch this much, I feel like I'm gonna break, I'm stretched to the limit, it stings so good.

No pussy will ever compare to hers, I've never been inside anything so tight before, so wet. I'm never letting her go.

Her body has gone weak, only being held up by him as he drills into her. She's come so many times she's lost count, her body in a constant state of over-sensitisation, twitching and squinting making a mess. Each powerful thrust pushes her tear stained face into the bed, as her walls stretch to their limits, cervix being slammed with every ball deep thrust.

The fog clouding her mind is taking over, her vision going dark, her limbs completely weak, she blacks out her mind and body have reached their limit.

Did she pass out? She did, oh little darling got more than she bargained for but I'm not done and she did agree her body is mine and we're not done till I say so, so more of her swollen little cunt for me.

He's getting close, and his tentacles are a bit upset to have missed out on the fun when the game is almost over. They don't need to restrain her fully anymore so the set holding her waist releases to explore her ass. Her cheeks are already spread apart, her unsuspecting ass just waiting to be filled. Her body unconscious and relaxed, the tentacles twist together forming one and they begin pushing into her empty hole quickly.

This new sensation startles her awake, she lets out a yelp, very disoriented trying to figure out the new sensation. She felt impossibly full before but now she's just amazed at her body's capacity to handle so much. This stretch though isn't that good sting, this pain would be unbearable if there wasn't the pleasure of Draven drilling into her pussy. Another way of orgasms hit her, bringing her tired body back to the brink of consciousness again.

Her wave of orgasms has her clenching down hard, tipping him over the edge instantly and he spills a huge load deep inside her, filling her up. His seed adds to the lewd puddle of their arousal pooling on the bed, her little cunt just couldn't handle all of his load.

He pulls out, gets his tentacles to retract fully, and carefully lays her down on the lounge chair so he can clean up the bed. His poor little secretary isn't a match for his stamina, maybe with time she'll be able to go a few more rounds.

Once the beds changed, it was time to clean her up. When she wakes they can take a proper shower but for now a quick wipe will have to do. He gives them both a washcloth bath, taking care to be gentle with his little darling she did so good today. He lays her in bed making sure she's tucks under the covers, all safe and settled. He's not wiped out tired like she is, so he dressed, grabs a book and sits next to her bed, he doesn't want her to wake up alone.

[benispunk]

Who's That Girl?

Chapter 20: Don't Ever Look Back

It seems that once again, Y/N is in urgent need of her knight in shining leather. Lucky for her, he's always there for her. And more.

logan howlett x reader

TW: language, D&W, slight fight/violence.

A/N: hello!!! guyyyyssss i want to cry...one chapter left....this is it...what you've (we've) been waiting for!!!! or is it???? nahh I'm kidding...unless??? anyway without mentioning anything from this chapter, I just wanted to say that after the last chapter I want to do an epilogue! so if you have any idea please feel free to share!!!! enjoy this chapter🩷

→ this fic is inspired by the TV Show New Girl, Wade and Logan aren't Deadpool and Wolverine (no powers/mutant gene etc) but I did take most of their character traits and storyline!!

Masterlist /Previous Part

The walk home felt heavier with each passing day.

Y/N clutched her bag strap a little tighter, her eyes on the pavement as she made her way back to the apartment. The streets were bathed in the dim orange glow of streetlights, the air cool but not cold. It wasn’t the kind of evening that should feel lonely, but it did.

She could feel his absence in every room, every routine they used to share. Breakfast felt incomplete without his gruff morning greetings. Dinner was quiet without his occasional grunts of approval at Wade’s questionable cooking experiments. Even passing conversations had changed into strained, clipped exchanges, if they even happened at all.

She thought she’d imagined it at first—that maybe she was overanalyzing things. But as the days stretched on, it became undeniable: Logan was avoiding her. He left before she woke up, came home after she’d retreated to her room, and spent his time at school holed up in his classroom. Their walks to work had stopped altogether, leaving her to trek to and from the school alone, the absence of his steady, silent presence gnawing at her more than she cared to admit.

Wade had noticed, of course. He’d even apologized for his part in it, guilt written all over his face as he tried to cheer her up with jokes and a promise to “fix things.” But there was no fixing this. How could there be? Logan had clearly made his choice. 

She couldn’t even call it friendship anymore—not when the lines were so blurred. Logan was more than her roommate, more than her colleague. He was... everything. And now he was gone.

Today was no different. The streets were quiet as Y/N walked home from work, the chill of the evening air nipping at her skin. She pulled her coat tighter around herself, her thoughts drifting to the empty apartment she’d return to. It wasn’t just Logan’s absence that weighed on her—it was the way it made her feel, like she’d lost something she’d only just started to realize she couldn’t live without. 

The school day had been no better. Colleagues had started asking questions—jokes at first, about why Logan wasn’t walking her to work anymore, why he hadn’t joined them for lunch. But then the concerned looks came, and she found herself fumbling for excuses. “Oh, he’s just busy,” she’d said with a forced smile. Or, “He’s probably working on something.” Lies she barely believed herself.

Her apartment building was just a few blocks away now, the thought of its familiar walls both comforting and suffocating. Home didn’t feel like home when the person who made it feel that way wasn’t there.

As she turned onto a quieter street, the faint sound of footsteps behind her pulled her from her thoughts.

She glanced over her shoulder, but the street was empty except for the shadow of a flickering lamp post. The faint echo of her own boots hitting the pavement mingled with the persistent rhythm behind her.

Y/N quickened her pace, her heartbeat beginning to match the steps in her ears. She told herself it was nothing—a coincidence, maybe someone walking their dog or heading home from work. But she couldn’t shake the prickling unease crawling up her spine.

When she reached the mouth of an alley, the hand on her shoulder came out of nowhere.

She let out a startled cry, but it was muffled almost instantly by another hand pressing firmly over her mouth. Panic shot through her veins as she twisted in the grip, her wide eyes darting upward to see who had grabbed her.

“Mark.”

Her heart plummeted at the sight of his familiar face. His dark eyes glinted under the dim light, his expression a mix of frustration and something darker. He gripped her tightly, ignoring her attempts to push him away.

“Finally,” he said, his voice low but sharp, as if he were trying to contain something simmering beneath the surface. “I didn’t want it to come to this, but you left me no choice.”

She jerked against his hold, her muffled protests spilling out uselessly. When he finally moved his hand from her mouth, she gasped in a shaky breath. “Let go of me!” she demanded, trying to wrench herself free, but his grip only tightened.

“Relax,” he hissed, pulling her farther into the alley, away from the streetlights. “I just want to talk. That’s all. You owe me that much.”

“I don’t owe you anything, Mark!” she snapped, her voice trembling but defiant. Her eyes darted around, searching desperately for someone—anyone—who might see her and step in. But the street was empty, and the distant hum of cars seemed to mock her helplessness.

“You don’t mean that,” Mark said, his jaw clenching. “You’re upset, I get it. But this isn’t fair, Y/N. I’ve been working on myself. For you. I’ve done everything I could to show you I’ve changed, and this is how you treat me?”

“You didn’t change,” she shot back, her voice breaking slightly. “You’re proving it right now. Let me go.”

His face darkened, and a bitter smile crept onto his lips. “You’re being dramatic. I’m just trying to fix things. You think I’m the bad guy because I won’t let you throw us away? That’s rich, sweetheart.”

She felt her stomach churn as his hand brushed against the pendant hanging around her neck. His fingers closed around the emerald necklace, lifting it slightly to examine it.

“This?” he sneered, holding it up as the faint light reflected off the gem. “Is this what you want? A fancy little trinket? I could give you a hundred of these if that’s all it takes to make you happy. Just say the word.”

“Mark—” she started, but the words caught in her throat as he stepped closer, the bitterness in his eyes morphing into something more dangerous.

“You’re not even listening to me,” he growled. “You never did. You act like you’re so much better than me now, but I know the truth, Y/N. You think this new life you’ve built makes you untouchable? It doesn’t. You’re still you, and I know you better than anyone else ever will.”

She tried to shove him away, but his grip only tightened as he loomed over her. “Stop fighting me,” he snapped. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

Her breath hitched as he leaned closer, his other hand brushing against her arm as she twisted in his hold. Fear and frustration boiled over, tears welling in her eyes as she pushed back harder. “Mark, please!”

But he didn’t stop. His face was too close now, his lips parting as if he meant to—

The force that tore Mark away from her was so sudden and violent that she stumbled back against the wall, gasping for breath.

When her vision steadied, she saw him on the ground, clutching his side, a shadowy figure standing over him.

Logan.

She blinked, momentarily stunned by the sight of him, his broad frame tense and his fists clenched at his sides. His eyes burned with a fury she’d never seen before, and for a moment, she almost felt sorry for Mark. 

Almost.

Logan grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and hauled him up with a single, effortless motion. Mark’s feet barely touched the ground as Logan slammed him against the brick wall, his face mere inches from his.

“You’ve got exactly three seconds to explain why you thought it was a good idea to touch her,” Logan growled, his voice low and lethal.

Mark froze for a beat, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, before his jaw tightened. He twisted in Logan’s grip, one hand coming up to shove at Logan’s arm. “Back off, man! This is none of your business—”

Logan didn’t let him finish. His hand tightened in Mark’s shirt, and with a surge of strength, he yanked him forward and slammed him back against the brick wall. The sharp crack of impact made Mark let out a strangled gasp, his bravado faltering.

“It became my business the second you laid a hand on her,” Logan hissed. His voice was a low rumble, the kind that sent chills racing down Y/N’s spine even as she watched from a few feet away, still frozen in place.

Mark’s hands pushed uselessly against Logan’s chest, his struggles growing weaker as he realized just how outmatched he was. “You can’t—she’s—” he stammered, but Logan didn’t give him the chance to finish.

“She’s not yours,” Logan cut in, his voice razor-sharp. “Not anymore. Not ever again. You come near her, you talk to her, you look at her the wrong way—” His grip tightened, and Mark winced, his fear now unmistakable. Logan leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. “You’ll wish I’d ended you here. Do you understand me?”

Mark didn’t respond immediately, his gaze flicking nervously between Logan’s blazing eyes and Y/N’s tear-streaked face.

“I said, do you understand me?” Logan snarled, punctuating the demand by slamming him against the wall again.

“I—yes, I understand!” Mark finally choked out, panic flooding his expression. “I understand, okay?!”

Logan didn’t move for a moment, his eyes boring into Mark’s with a cold, unrelenting fury. Then, as if deciding the man wasn’t worth any more of his time, he released him with a hard shove. Mark stumbled and fell to the ground, scrambling backward on his hands and knees.

“Go,” Logan commanded, his tone sharp and final.

Mark didn’t need to be told twice. He stumbled to his feet, his steps uneven as he bolted from the alley, looking back over his shoulder in terror until he disappeared into the shadows.

Logan stood still for a moment, his chest heaving, the fury still evident in his stiff posture. Slowly, he turned to Y/N, his expression softening the second he saw her trembling form.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he stepped toward her. “Are you okay?”

She nodded weakly, but her tear-streaked face and the way she clutched her arms around herself told a different story.

“I’m fine,” she managed to say, though her voice was shaky and unconvincing.

Logan wasn’t having it. His hands hovered near her shoulders, hesitant but desperate to make sure she was okay. “Did he—” His voice cracked slightly, and he swallowed hard before continuing. “Did he hurt you?”

“No,” she said quickly, the word almost instinctive, but her voice faltered again.

He exhaled deeply, his brow furrowing as he scanned her from head to toe, as though he didn’t trust her answer. His hands finally settled gently on her arms, steadying her. “You’re safe now,” he murmured, his voice softer, the edge of anger replaced by overwhelming concern.

That was when her composure shattered. A sob escaped her lips, and her knees nearly buckled as she covered her face with trembling hands.

“Hey, hey,” Logan said immediately, stepping closer and pulling her into his arms. His hold was firm but careful, as if he was afraid of breaking her. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’m here.”

She clung to him, burying her face in his chest as sobs wracked her body. His hand rested on the back of her head, the other rubbing soothing circles on her back as he whispered words of comfort.

“I’m sorry,” she choked out between sobs, though she wasn’t even sure why she was apologizing.

“Don’t,” Logan said firmly, pulling back just enough to tilt her chin up so he could look into her eyes. His gaze was intense, filled with guilt and something else she couldn’t quite place. “You have nothing to be sorry for. This isn’t your fault.”

She nodded weakly, unable to form words, and he wrapped his arms around her again, holding her close like he was afraid to let go.

After a few moments, he leaned down slightly, his voice gentle but resolute. “Let’s go home.”

She nodded again, her head resting against his chest. He kept an arm securely around her as they left the alley, his presence a solid, unwavering anchor in the chaos of her thoughts.

———

The apartment was silent when they arrived. Y/N stepped inside first, her legs dragging beneath her as if the weight of the evening had sunk into her very bones. Logan followed close behind, the door clicking shut with an air of finality that felt louder than it should have in the stillness.

Y/N let her bag slide from her shoulder, dropping it quietly by the couch. She turned to Logan, who lingered near the front door. His posture was rigid, his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. His eyes scanned the room briefly before landing on her, though he didn’t hold her gaze for long.

“Wade’s out,” she said softly, her voice sounding far away to her own ears.

Logan nodded, his jaw clenching. “Yeah.”

The air between them was thick, almost suffocating. Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, unsure of what to say or how to fill the silence. Logan was the first to break it.

“Sit down,” he said gruffly, his voice low but firm.

She blinked at him, surprised by the sudden command, but she obeyed without question. Lowering herself onto the couch, she perched on the edge, her hands resting awkwardly in her lap. Logan remained standing, pacing a few steps before running a hand down his face.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” he asked, glancing at her. His tone was sharper than she expected, though it was clear the sharpness wasn’t aimed at her but at himself.

“I’m okay,” she replied with a faint smile, hoping it would reassure him.

It didn’t. His frown deepened as he turned away, his shoulders visibly tense.

“I should’ve…” He trailed off, shaking his head as though the thought itself was unbearable.

Y/N tilted her head, studying him carefully. “Should’ve what?”

“I should’ve been there,” he said, his voice tight. He turned to face her fully, his eyes burning with frustration. “I should’ve been with you, Y/N. And I wasn’t.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but he kept going, the words spilling out as though he couldn’t hold them back any longer.

“I’ve been avoiding you,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “I know you’ve noticed. I’ve been avoiding you because I’m an idiot. And if I hadn’t—if I hadn’t been so—” He stopped, raking a hand through his hair. “Maybe this wouldn’t have happened.”

Y/N stood slowly, her heart aching at the sight of him, so torn up and angry with himself. “Logan, this isn’t your fault,” she said firmly. “He would’ve found a way no matter what. You can’t blame yourself for that.”

His eyes met hers, filled with guilt and something else she couldn’t quite place. He shook his head. “You don’t understand,” he muttered, almost to himself.

She stepped closer, her voice soft but insistent. “Then make me understand.”

Logan exhaled sharply, his gaze flickering to the floor. “I don’t know if I can,” he admitted.

Silence settled over them, the kind that felt louder than words. Y/N watched him carefully, waiting for him to say more, but he didn’t. He just stood there, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, as though he were fighting some invisible battle.

Her heart ached, not just for him but for the distance that had grown between them in the past few days. She wanted to reach out, to close the gap, but something held her back.

Finally, she broke the silence. “I should… I should get some rest,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Logan nodded, though the tension in his body didn’t ease. “Yeah. You should.”

She turned away, her movements slow and deliberate. Each step toward her room felt heavier than the last, the silence behind her pressing down on her like a weight.

Her hand hovered over the doorknob as her thoughts swirled. She could feel his eyes on her, even from across the room. She didn’t have to look to know he was still standing there, watching her retreat.

For a moment, everything stilled. The air felt charged, like the world was holding its breath.

Then, without thinking, she turned around.

Her steps were tentative at first, as though she wasn’t entirely sure of what she was doing, but with each step closer to him, her resolve seemed to strengthen. Logan didn’t move, his body frozen as she came to a stop in front of him.

Her eyes searched his, and before he could say or do anything, she leaned in. Her lips pressed against his, soft and hesitant at first, but filled with a depth of emotion that made Logan’s mind go blank.

For a moment, he didn’t react, too stunned to process what was happening. But then instinct took over, and his hands came up to cup her face, pulling her closer as he kissed her back. The kiss deepened, raw and electrifying, like fireworks exploding behind his closed eyes.

Her hands found their way to his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt as though grounding herself. His arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly, afraid she might disappear.

Everything else faded away—the apartment, the guilt, the fear. All that existed was the two of them, and the overwhelming realization that this moment had been building for far too long.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other’s. Logan’s hands remained on her waist, his touch firm yet tender.

For a moment, neither of them moved, caught in the stillness of what had just happened. The silence between them was heavy, yet not uncomfortable. It was filled with unspoken words, emotions neither of them was ready to name just yet.

Y/N’s lips curved into a small, slightly bashful smile as she pulled back, her hands slowly releasing their grip on his shirt. “We got school tomorrow,” she said softly, the corner of her mouth twitching with amusement.

Logan blinked at her, the weight of everything lifting just a fraction. Then, unexpectedly, a low chuckle escaped him, followed by a soft, almost boyish laugh. “Yeah… we do,” he replied, his voice laced with warmth and something close to disbelief.

For a moment, they both laughed together, the sound filling the quiet apartment. And for the first time in days, it felt easy—like they weren’t two people carrying the weight of unspoken feelings and complicated histories, but just two people who had found something good in each other.

It was almost ridiculous, the way her words made them feel like teenagers sneaking around after curfew. But maybe that was the magic of it—the way they could find something simple and sweet in the middle of the chaos.

As the laughter faded, Y/N’s gaze softened. “Goodnight, Logan,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

His lips tugged into a small, lopsided smile. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

She lingered for a second longer, as though considering saying more, but instead, she stepped back, her hand brushing lightly against his arm before she turned and walked toward her room.

Logan stood there, watching her until her door clicked shut. He exhaled deeply, running a hand through his hair as a mix of emotions swirled within him—hope, fear, and something he wasn’t ready to name.

In her room, Y/N leaned against the door, her heart still racing. She pressed her fingers to her lips, a faint smile tugging at the corners.

They both knew this wasn’t the end of the conversation. There were things that needed to be said, feelings that couldn’t be left unspoken forever.

But for tonight, it was enough.

And for the first time in days, it felt like maybe—just maybe—everything was going to be okay.

XXX

[pretentious-reindeer]

Vocal Cords / Febuwhump Day 1

CW: whipping, blood, loss of voice, female whumpee, female whumper (please tell me if there's anything else I need to tag!) Word Count: 2k

Deep eye bags sagged underneath Whumpee's eyes as she tinkered with the toaster on the cool marble surface. She stood over the dining room table, peering inside the machine. The darn thing refused to properly do its job:

Toast.

Well, it toasted, but it toasted too much.

After a week of Whumpee bringing Whumper bagels (she always brought Whumper breakfast every morning) that turned out burnt and black, Whumper finally put Whumpee up to the task of fixing the kitchen appliance. 

Whumpee’s conclusion laid on there being a problem with the timer. The toaster did its job, but Whumpee had noticed that it exceeded a considerable amount of time for a simple toasting. Whumper craved a precisely crispy bagel every morning, and she’d become grumpier and grumpier throughout the days without her bagels. 

With the timer decided upon as the problem, Whumpee set on tweaking the wires inside of the toaster. She wanted to figure out what was happening on the sensory side of things, first, before she moved onto actually moving the wires around. 

She felt like she was making headway, that is until a pair of polished black shoes made a slow entrance into the kitchen doorway. Whumpee didn’t need to look up to know who it was. She could smell his cologne from where she stood.

“Mornin’ Whumpee,” Villain yawned, stretching his arms over his head. 

Whumpee barely offered him the incline of her head as a response, and Villain frowned at the lack of reaction. 

“Bad mood?” He asked, casually—walking, with all the swagger in the world—as he opened up the cabinet and pulled out a glass.

He swung the fridge open, his eyes searching for the orange juice. He tsked under his breath. “Are we out of OJ already? I could’ve sworn…” He let out an aggravated sigh, before pulling out the milk instead.

“It’ll have to do,” he muttered, almost mournfully. He glanced at Whumpee as he poured the liquid into the glass. “How come you aren’t in a good mood today?” 

Whumpee shrugged, keeping her eyes focused on the contents of the microwave, and her hands steady with tweezers as she gently scooted one of the wires over to the side.

Villain’s lips pursed, turning into a pout. “Oh, come on. Did I do something? I have no idea what. I’ve only dropped by twice this week.”

Still no response and Villain’s prodding continued, “I can’t imagine how my two visits this week provoked you.”

Villain walked to the other side of the counter, near the doorway, and leaned onto the marble surface. His elbows propped up on the table as he lazily dangled his glass in one hand. “What’s the matter?” 

Whumpee heard the faint tap of the floorboard and made sure to keep her head down. 

“She can’t talk.” Whumper’s leaning form said from the doorway. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she lazily tilted her head back.

Villain turned his head towards her and smiled in greeting.

“Hello, Whumper. Is she not allowed to talk right now?” He asked, politely. Always polite with Whumper.

Villain might’ve not been Whumpee’s hope and savior in getting her out of Whumper’s claws, but he never expressed pleasure at her suffering—sometimes he’d even go out of his way to minimize it, sweet talking Whumper his specialty. 

Of course. Villain only dropped by a few times a week, he wasn’t always there to calm Whumper and her anger. 

Not last night, at least.

The basement’s jagged floor dug into Whumpee’s knees, as she cowered from the monstrosity in front of them. The whip brushed against the ground, and dread filled every bone in Whumpee's body. Bile clawed up her throat, and she had to force herself to swallow repeatedly to keep the nasty taste down.

Whumper rolled her shoulders, tilting her head up at the ceiling. “Mm… I really need to stretch my muscles out.” She murmured, as her eyes landed on Whumpee’s quivering form below her. “And aren’t you just the most considerately relieving option for me?”

Whumpee didn’t respond, and Whumper cracked the whip down beside her, almost striking her. She flinched, hard. “Y-Yes…” Whumpee hurriedly agreed. 

Whumper’s eyes narrowed, “I think this session will be particularly refreshing for me.” She said, matter-of-fact.

She placed the whip between her thighs, and picked up her noise-cancelling headphones from the singular square table in the corner. Slipping them on, she then fished her phone out of her jean pocket and picked out a song from her Spotify playlist. She held the volume button until Whumpee could hear the faint beat of The Neighborhood playing from the headphones. 

Despite Whumpee’s current, distasteful position, she still questioned Whumper’s music taste. She’d never expected Whumper to be the “Sweater Weather” and “Reflections” type. Actually, she’d never expected Whumper to torture her to the two songs. It almost felt... laughable, in a way. Unserious. Sadistic tendencies paired with indie-extravaganza? This whole situation all felt so wrong to Whumpee. All so horribly wrong.

When Whumper spoke, Whumpee could tell she couldn’t quite hear herself over the headphones by the way her voice pitched upwards, louder. Not yelling, but not her usual medium. “How about we see if I can hear your screams through my headphones, hm? Maybe I’ll stop if your begs are loud enough to reach my ears.” 

She snapped the whip, and smiled darkly—relishing in the way Whumpee jolted.

Whumpee’s stomach flipped with anticipation.  

She knew a long session awaited her. 

Whumpee’s fingers twitched as the unwanted memory forced its way into her mind.

“Oh, she can't physically talk at the moment. Lost her voice after last night."

Villain blinked, and Whumper's smile turned razor sharp. "She begged so beautifully. I wish you would’ve been there to hear her.” Whumper mused. “There were times I could actually hear her through the music.” Villain hesitated. “Music?” Whumpee felt the quick glance he shot at her. She averted her gaze though, perhaps to save herself the embarrassment of meeting his eyes. 

“Oh, yes.” Whumper said. “It was playing quite loudly in my ears. A little flair to our little session, you know?” 

Villain nodded, though the smile he shot her didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah… Flair and all that.”

Whumper smiled pleasantly in response, before her gaze landed on Whumpee. 

Whumpee could feel the heat of her gaze piercing into her very skull. She didn’t dare look up, she wasn’t sure she could with Whumper’s gaze on her like that.

“Whumpee,” Whumper addressed, and Whumpee froze. “Take off your shirt. I want you to show Villain your back.” 

Villain half-expected Whumpee to object—be it silently—but, to his utter surprise, the usually oh-so-defiant Whumpee turned so her back faced Villain and brought her hands into a downward X as both sides grabbed the hem of her hoodie. She hesitated—pausing. Whumper tapped her foot against the floor, impatient at Whumpee’s reluctance.

A memory flashed in Whumpee’s mind.

With the sharp crack of the whip against her skin, Wumpee’s vision leaked black at the edges. 

An icy wave of water poured down on her and she came up sputtering and coughing. Her arms pushed her back up on her knees. Had she passed out?

Her back stung. It stung so bad.

The water reopened the delicate wounds on her back and blood dripped down into the drain beneath her.

Whumper tossed the bucket to the side, the bang it made against the wall resulted in a flinch from Whumpee. It rolled to a standstill, now discarded to the side. 

Whumpee turned her head to find Whumper running her hands through the rough texture of the whip, folding it. Her dark eyes settled onto Whumpee’s trembling form. The music blasting through her headphones all too loud in Whumpee’s ringing ears. 

It felt like an anchor had just hooked around Whumpee’s stomach and was trying to pull Whumpee under, trying to drag her to a pit of despair.

Whumper wasn’t done yet.

Even though she’d passed out. Whumper always stopped after she passed out!

But… she wasn’t done.

How long would Whumper keep this up? What would happen when Whumpee didn’t have a voice to beg anymore?

With that dreadful thought in mind, Whumper spoke, her tone surprisingly even—leveled—not too high, not too low. “Shall we continue, then? You’ve only taken, maybe, twenty five lashes so far… If that." She pondered something for a moment. "Perhaps, you should count? Hm... I think you should. And be loud about it, okay? If I can’t hear you then I can’t know if you’ve counted correctly.”

The anchor pulled Whumpee’s stomach even lower, and Whumper continued speaking, "I barely heard you last round. And you know I like you vocal. So, try to be better for me. Alright, darling?”

Whumper smiled a cold smile down at Whumpee, her eyes glinting with something cruel and sadistic as she stared into Whumpee’s wide eyes. She took note of Whumpee's speechlessness, the way her lips parted halfway.

“Let’s start again.”

Whumpee’s mouth went dry, the anchor dropping her stomach impossibly lower. “Wait, wait, Whumper-” 

With a hard flick of her wrist, Whumper uncoiled the whip. “Whumper, please! D-Don’t- UGH!” The whip cracked against Whumpee's spine, and her back arched against the pain. Blood splattered on the floor and wall next to Whumpee. Her eyes watered as she focused on the built-in drain in front of her. Her blood would soon be flowing down its pipe. The thought made her stomach churn. “Count.” Whumper commanded, and Whumpee rushed to obey. 

“One!” 

But Whumper just whipped her again. “I can’t hear you, Whumpee. Again. Count.”

“Whumper, please-” She begged, but to no avail. Because as the whip snapped against her back once more, eliciting a strangled scream from Whumpee’s lips, she knew it was no use. 

Whumper couldn’t hear her. 

Whumpee blinked, the fresh memory fading. Her fingers twitched at the hem of her sweatshirt, her hand trembling in anticipation. She bit the inside of her cheek, before pulling her sweatshirt over her head—her criss-crossed arms coming up from their intersecting X-shape and vertically parallel over her head. 

She lowered her hands at her sides, hoodie held in one hand—letting it partially drape over the floor. Whumpee’s grip tightened on the hoodie when she heard the barely-audible gasp escape Villain’s lips.

Whumpee hadn’t gotten the honor of seeing the massacre done on her back, but she already knew it was bad. Flesh still torn and mangled—raw. She couldn’t even sit down in a chair, or put any pressure on her back without the risk of the tender wounds opening back up again. Her back throbbed constantly. If it weren’t for the painkillers pumping in her system at that moment, she could confidently say she wouldn’t be standing at that moment.

If she moved too much the wounds would reopen and bleed. After all, the only treatment Whumpee had done was standing with her back to the shower as the water poured down on her at the lowest possible setting. The blood had been endless, running down her body and into the drain. 

Villain cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. “I wonder… What Whumpee could have possibly done? To… deserve this.” 

Whumper shrugged. “I just felt like it.” 

Whumpee’s hand, holding her hoodie, twisted into a fist.

Whumper waved a dismissive hand at Villain’s silence. “Whumpee has a tendency for talking too much, wouldn’t you agree? And after my session with her, it’s a guarantee that her voice won’t be coming back anytime soon. So, honestly, just enjoy the silence while it lasts. It's a blessing, really.”

Villain forced a smile, keeping his voice light. “Right. Peace and quiet.”

“Right.” Whumper said, pleasantly. “Right, Whumpee?” She added, and Villain’s smile twitched. Whumpee just nodded in response.

That’s all she could do, right? 

The silence was deafening. 

“Well,” Whumper wiped at invisible dust on her pants. “I’m heading to the store. Is there anything you need, Villain?” 

“OJ, please.” He requested, politely. 

Whumper nodded, slipping her coat on and grabbing her purse from the dining room table—placed next to the broken toaster.

“Alright,” She grabbed her keys off the hook, “see you in twenty.” 

The click of the door sounded and for a long moment Villain and Whumpee just stood there. After a minute, though, Whumpee went to put her hoodie back on, lifting it over he head. Villain stopped her.

“Hey…" He started, surprisingly gently. He cleared his throat, "what if I bandage that up for you?” The offer was... unexpected.

On normal circumstances, Whumpee would’ve refused his help. But… She couldn’t bandage herself up. So, instead…

She nodded.

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@febuwhump